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Memorial Day Musings and Book Reviews


Hello All!

This week has been one of those weeks. With the holiday and the humidity here (the air is like fishy soup along the lake) I’ve been moving sloooowly. I am, in fact, writing this blog today to continue to procrastinate rather than getting to writing for the day.

Procrastination is an art form. Don’t let anyone talk you out of that fact.

I’ve been to the beach three times in the last four days, and while I won’t call that procrastination, so much as salvation in this heat (my apartment has no air conditioning because…actually I can’t think of a valid reason for that…money. Yeah, it’s expensive to run an air conditioner…that’s actually a good reason…) it hasn’t improved my word counts any.


In the last week I’ve finished a few fun books, and while I can’t quite bring myself to do full write ups of them, I’ll talk about them briefly.


Bink Cummings His Boy

For years, I lived with him as roommates. Then, one fateful night, things changed. We became more. So much more. The sex was out of this world. Being his boy was the highlight of my day. Until feelings started to creep in and sex wasn’t enough for me. Afraid of losing him, I kept quiet and hoped for a miracle… Could my Daddy love me, too? Or would I continue to be his boy… his play toy?

Warning: Contains shameless adult sexual M/M content, romance, adult language, taboo elements including those of consensual Daddy/Boy (non-incest) relationships, and whatever else that makes it unsuitable for anyone under the age of 18.

Long 39K Standalone Steamy Novella

Read the Sample Here.




At first I was leery of this read because it started out with a breaking the fourth wall direct narrative to the reader that felt a little bit like the opening to Red Shoe Diaries (AGE TEST!) but, at some point it transferred into a mostly regular narrative with switching points of view.

There is Daddy Kink galore in this book, though nothing truly hardcore. I think, maybe this is more Daddy Kink light? Either way, I enjoyed it and was pleasantly surprised when what I thought was mostly going to be a spank book also had a story line.

Overall, I would recommend picking this up for a very light, fast, sexy read.


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Superheroes. Evil minions. And one hell of a conflict of interest.

Being related to a supervillain isn’t a big deal to Pat West. So what if his mom occasionally tries to take over the world? All Pat wants is to finish university and become an urban designer. That he moonlights as an evil minion sometimes – that’s just a family tradition.

Then Pat accidentally sleeps with superhero Silver Paladin, otherwise known as reclusive billionaire Nick Andersen. It’s a simple misunderstanding. Pat never means to impersonate a prostitute, honest. But soon Pat is in way over his head, and threatening to fall for the worst possible guy.

When Pat’s mother returns to bring the world to its knees, Silver Paladin races to stop her… and all of Pat’s secrets threaten to blow up in his face. How can Pat reconcile being a minion with wanting a hero? Will Nick’s feelings for Pat overcome what keeps them apart? Or will they both lose everything?

“Love for the Cold-Blooded” is a light-hearted jaunt through a world of superheroes and villains, android dolphins, mind control rays, eldritch artifacts stolen from the tombs of ancient gods, and young men loving not wisely, but well.

Length: 135,000 words

Read the Sampe Here.



  1. I was excited to see a fantastically well written, well plotted, and well put together Indie book. As far as I can figure this book was constructed entirely by Alex Gabriel and his team, who are German if my snooping through the book details is accurate. Good on you, Alex. Great job!
  2. This book is hilarious.
  3. The title cracks me up every time I look at it.
  4. There are not enough superhero books in the m/m genre.
  5. This book does a wonderful job at hitting all those quirky, fun things from the 1970’s superhero television shoes. The “sluts” will make you laugh and if they don’t? Well, you don’t have a sense of humor.
  6. There was a wonderful plot and an amazing amount of world construction in this book. It’s done so seamlessly you probably won’t realize it until you put it down, if you ever do, and that takes talent.

This book was great. If you like super heroes and comics you will thoroughly enjoy this book.

I hope everyone has a great Memorial Day in the states and gets a chance to do some reading today!



Paranaturalist[The]_headerbannerThe Paranaturalist is now available for Pre-Order on the Dreamspinner Press website. Release date June, 27th 2016.

As a kid, Joseph Appleyard saw things hidden from others. Now he is The Paranaturalist, an investigator and cohost of a television show that seeks to prove the existence of the paranormal. Some think Joe is crazy, but they don’t realize he knows firsthand there’s more to the world than what most perceive. The trouble is, somewhere along the way, Joe lost his vision and it left his world flat and dull. One night an investigation goes horribly wrong, and a powerful ghostly manifestation sends Joe tumbling into a river. Spirit worker Owen Watson saves Joe’s life, and once they are back on dry land, whatever has been blocking Joe’s vision has been washed away.

When a haunting goes from annoying to dangerous, people turn to Owen Watson. He hates those infuriating hacks from TV, but when he pulls Joe from the river, his mind begins to change. Joe is scared and confused, and, Owen realizes, he might just be the real thing. Together, they work to understand the part of Joe that has been shut away for so long. But just as Joe is acclimating to his abilities, his career as a paranormal investigator is in danger of being ripped away. Owen would gladly battle a bloodthirsty spirit for Joe, but he’s out of his element in the world of reality television.


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The Interview with Erie Paranormal Researcher and all around Know It All Patricia Coleman

Patricia Coleman has shocking blue eyes. That was the first thing I noticed about a woman I would describe mostly as larger than life. She’s into her forties, but rather than seeming rough as some people tend to do when they reach that point in their life she just seems real, focused, especially when she’s talking about her craft.

Walking into her studio late Tuesday afternoon it was a soft, dark, industrial space, mostly because she had the front half set up as a photography studio. “Just take your shoes off so you don’t drag the mud in. I’m like Mr. Rogers in here,” she said with a hearty laugh that warmed me inside and out, immediately making me trust her. With her platinum blond hair and the electronic cigarette in her hand I’d never heard anything more incongruous and found myself laughing along. With me in my socked feet she lead me into the second half of her studio where she does her editing work for her ongoing documentary about the paranormal, amongst other things. It was a comfortable little area with a rug on the floor, book shelves, and black on black décor that seemed to pop against the white washed cement walls of her work space.

“So,” she said exhaling a stream of bubble gum smoke, pausing to take a sip of her energy drink, “what do you want to know?”

And that seems to be Patricia to the core. No bullshit. We talked for about three hours about “real” ghost hunters, politics surrounding ghost hunting shows, and she filled my head with more real information than I’d have ever found in three months of research. There are local haunted places I’d never heard of. I was moved to tears when we were talking about her ideas of what happens after you die (it’s very blissful, in her opinion) and while we talked about ghosts who are stuck here. How horrible for them, but some want to be here, apparently, often afraid to move on.

At one point in the conversation she stopped and told me about her friend and famed paranormal author Rosemary Ellen Guiley, showing me a fabulous old style boot decorated with gold pieces and black feathers that was a gift from her. I can see why she’d gift it to Patricia, because it fits her personality wonderfully, flamboyant and understated all at the same time. I didn’t know who the author was though, so this started a conversation on the history (fairly recent) of paranormal research and the personalities involved in American paranormal research, of which I was woefully uninformed.  This lead into talk about other researchers/ghost hunters and Brian Cano. I didn’t know who he is either, to her surprise (I know now he was on the show The Haunted Collector), and thus began my crash course in every ghost show worth watching. Paranormal State was NOT on that list, which as an alum made me sad, then after some research made me angry if any of the allegations against the crew are true. After that she did indeed let me get a good look at the various cameras and equipment she takes into the field.

We rounded out a very intense conversation with a trip around the Erie Art Works building which is purportedly haunted hoping to capture EVP clips while I laughed nervously through the building. It was a great time and I can’t wait to see Patricia again, even though that night I dreamed of her intense blue eyes and was sure more than once I caught shadows moving in the corner of my eyes.

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Notebook Problem

I have a notebook problem. I’m not sure if it’s a common problem amongst all writers these days, especially given how popular tech has become. I love notebooks. I’ve got a stockpile of notebooks and pens to go with them. If I’m feeling sad or bored or lonely or happy or …anything really…while I’m walking through a store with notebooks? I buy one. I love the cheap Steno notebooks best, the ones with the black binding and the college rule? I’m not even really sure what college rule is, but I love them. Love any notebook.

I love a clean page. A clean page begs for a good pen, and I collect those too, consider them and choose them with more care than a mother does winter clothes for a new born on the twilight side of the arctic circle. My personal favorite are gel pens or any good pen that actually has real ink in it…a tube of ink versus a stingy little cylinder of something pretending to be ink. I want my ink to glisten on the page. I love the second before my pen touches the page and every possibility in the world is open for it.

I love a full notebook just as much as a spotless one. There’s a peculiar sense of accomplishment that comes with filling a notebook. Dotting that last period at the very end. I can look at a full notebook and think to myself, even if I never accomplish another thing in my life, or any great thing at all, at least I filled this notebook with my words. And that’s something I just can get from looking at a large compute file. There’s something visceral about words on paper that I will always love. The cursive script dancing along the pages is art. It’s beauty. It’s the same reason I have to buy all of the books from the favorite authors in paperback. I need to be able to see the words. Touch the words. Breathe them in.

Anyway, I have a notebook problem.


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One thing I’ve been working against lately is something I’m sure almost every writer deals with from time to time, distractions. My biggest distraction is the burning desire to click on Facebook and see what my friends are up to. Today, instead of trying to ignore my Facebook feed I think I’m going to go ahead and close out of it. If I can’t actually make myself do that (an addict am I) it may be time to drag out the pens and notebooks again.

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