New Release: “Sin to Get Saved” in Of Heaven and Hell

Earnest anti-gay evangelical Hubert dies in a freak accident. When a handsome angel named Bartholomew makes brazen overtures in the Afterlife, humble Hubert realizes his soul may have taken a wrong turn. But turning back to the straight and narrow isn’t quite as easy as he hopes it will be. 

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OHAH-1000x1595Wayward Ink’s newest anthology, Of Heaven and Hell, hits shelves today, and along with it my newest erotic short about finding Love after Death, “Sin to Get Saved.”

Hubert knows he brings shame on himself and on the Lord by being a queer — his Grandad and the pastor of his evangelical church tell him as much all the time. So when he dies in a freak accident, he’s as delighted as he is surprised to waltz right through the Pearly Gates, no questions asked. He even gets a beautiful angel named Bartholomew as his very own guide to the Afterlife. But when the angel makes brazen overtures, Hubert realizes his soul may have taken a wrong turn, and he beseeches Bartholomew to keep his hands to himself and help him find his rightful place in the Heaven he’s always heard about. And so they set out to explore his options, Bartholomew hoping Hubert will learn a thing or two along the way about the deeply personal definitions of Paradise.

Get your hot little hands on this story and ten others by your favorite Wayward Writers direct from Wayward Ink, on Amazon, or at ARe. Buy direct from Wayward Ink between now and June 21st and get 40% off during their First Anniversary sale, which makes the entire antho like US$4.20!

For an exclusive excerpt from “Sin to Get Saved,” read on!

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Stamp Out Discrimination

imagesLFSLV43XMy cousin makes fun of me; she is certain I am the last man alive in these days of e-mail and Face Time that still makes use of the post office. But I use it all the time. I still send letters and postcards and thank you notes and Valentines — I always need a stamp for something. And the first time I put a Harvey Milk stamp on a letter, I was surprised at the emotions it stirred up. Seventy years ago they put us in concentration camps for being gay; fifty years ago they still put us in jail; thirty-five years ago they binged on Twinkies and assassinated us for daring to participate in city government. Now George Takei rules the internet, Ellen is the darling of daytime TV, and they put Harvey Milk on a stamp. Much to the dismay of some Republican lawmakers, we have arrived. It’s enough (apparently) to bring a tear to the eye of a boy who came of age at the height of the AIDS crisis with the fear that just being gay would literally kill him.  So when the Finnish post office announced their plans in 2014 to release Tom of Finland stamps, I had to have them. As in, I priced air fare to Helsinki so’s I could go stand in line at a post office and get some.

If you must know, Tom of Finland has never been my favorite artist. I like a nice round butt in tight pants as much as the next guy — probably way more than the next guy, actually — but for the most part his men are too muscled, mustachioed, and leather-daddy-ish for my tastes. Do they all have to wear that hat? But the fact that a whole freakin’ country could recognize Tuoko Laaksonen’s contribution to world culture (the gay part of it, anyway), and celebrate an erotic artist by putting some of his erotic art on stamps, without people feeling the need to rise up and pass a bunch of grandstanding retaliatory laws (one has a butt!)  reinforcing their Jesus-mandated prerogative to, I don’t know, use different stamps — or not mail wedding pizzas with them or whatever — was huge, and I wanted in. And only recently did I learn that my friend in New York called her friend in Sweden and asked her, Hey, next time you’re in Finland, could you scoop up some stamps for my friend?  A request her pal graciously fulfilled (Tak, Pernilla!), and I got my set in the mail a few weeks ago. They’re gorgeous and kind of sexy and subversive in a history-making way, and they deserve a fate better than getting sifted to the bottom of the pile of crap priceless memories here next to (and on top of and underneath and behind) my friend’s old dining room table desk, and so off I went with them to Michaels to see about getting a mat cut and getting them into a frame.

slide_345601_3618742_freeTo the extent that what I’m about to say could serve any purpose beyond perpetuating stereotypes, I present as gay. Like, as way gay. I look like I’m gay, I talk like I’m gay, I wear pashminas and toenail polish and, because I live with a drag queen, there are days that I leave an actual trail of hot pink glitter in my wake as I flounce through places like Michaels. And in case the people working in the custom framing department weren’t the type to pick up on not-so-subtle social cues, yesterday I was also waving around a sheet of stamps emblazoned with a naked guy and his butt saying “Frame these!”. First an unflappable young man offered help. When I told him I was hoping for a custom-cut mat to fit a ready-made frame, he assessed my artwork without comment, suggested a nice blue, and then produced a stack of mats from which to choose. While we were weighing the options, his co-worker approached the table. She saw what we were working with, and sure enough, she had something to say about it. Continue reading

New Release: First Flight Out

Egad, another story about flight attendants?

Write what you know, right? Well, what I knew. When my airline offered its flight attendants a buyout at the end of last year, I took it, so I’m actually more like Mister Ex-Stewardess at this point, I just don’t think that’s as catchy of a blog name.

unnamed (2)I suppose I was never going to fly forever, but now that my flying career in its entirety is behind me, I got to thinking: should I write a memoir? I mean, it was a funny job, and I do have some stories. I just kind of think the passengers-are-crazy flight attendant tell-all has been done. But it occurred to me, while I have written two books about flight attendants, almost nothing in either one of them actually happens on an airplane, and yet it’s pretty much the whole flying sardine can thing that makes the gig what it is. The interesting, the irritating, the unique, and the unbelievable aspects of flying mostly stem from — get this — the flying part. And while a strictly factual read-through of the day-to-day of my career might be a tad dry in spots (even if it did span two centuries! How’s that for a hook?), I figured funnier, fictionalized versions of some of my stories might have a certain appeal — especially if they happened to sexier people than me who were running around falling in love with each other while they told them. Thus was the idea for the Mile High Club series born, and today marks the release of Book One, courtesy of our friends at JMS Books.

Jesse Cisneros and his best buddy Tanner fly for Mile High Airlines, which is every bit as classy as it sounds. When Dr. Virgil Willis rings his call light on a flight from New York to Denver, Jesse is so taken with his looks and charm he forgets all about the inflight medical crisis that prompted him to call for a doctor in the first place. Willis is handsome. Willis is helpful. And wouldn’t you know it? Willis is someone else’s husband.

Jesse can hardly believe his luck when their paths cross again on the patio of a popular gay bar. It’s been nine months, and Willis has been busy: now he’s single, he’s out, and he’s very interested in getting to know Jesse better. It all seems too good to be true! And you know what they say about that…

It’s even 20% off here in week one, only $3.19, only at JMS Books!

Thanks, JMS Books!

Thanks, JMS Books!

If you love it, and I hope you will, watch for Book Two, all about Tanner, later this year!

If Reading is Sexy, Then This Free E-Book Must Be Downright Erotic!

FABAnd indeed it is. We are recently returned from a fabulous four-day weekend with family and friends in New Orleans, where we listened to live bagpipe music, ate crawfish etouffee on a hot dog, drank gin in our champagne, won a dance contest, and “discovered” (read: meticulously searched the map for the precise location at the behest of our cool guidebook of) Faubourg Marigny Art and Books on Frenchmen Street, which was, as its name suggests, utterly FAB. Jammed with classic and experimental queer fiction and erotic art and rare, yellowing editions of novellas by respected mass-market authors penned under their way-famouser gay sex-lit pen names — the one I really really wanted, by a guy who’s inspired me since early days, was $225, and I just couldn’t bring myself, although I considered it longer than I had any right to — this venerable corner cave even tantalized my husband to select as his souvenir of our trip the first book I’ve ever seen him buy. Granted, it’s one loaded with hot photos of naked guys, but the place that can sell any book to the guy who doesn’t even read most of the text messages I send him is doing a bang-up job at bookselling.

My BuddyWatching the most devoted non-reader I know peruse his new purchase that night in our room — seeing, in other words, with my own two eyes that there really is a book out there for everybody — I was inspired to participate in Read an E-Book Week on Smashwords again this year. Through Saturday, March 7th, my novels are all 50% off on the Smashwords site, and my much beloved (by me) yet widely unheralded (by everyone else) erotic retelling of Hansel and Gretel, The Sugar Shack, is free! (with a promo code, which they give you right on the order page. Note that Smashwords has an adult content filter, which you will need to turn off in order to find anything by me at all!)

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The_Sugar_Shack_400x600Hansel is an aspiring photographer with a greater passion for the half-naked models he works with than for his art. Gretel is a Drag Superstar—or will be, she’s convinced, the moment she’s discovered by…anybody. One night, out in the tony gay-borhood The Woods, they stumble upon The Sugar Shack, a second-story nightclub they’re both delighted to discover, Gretel for the nightly drag shows of which she’d thrill to be a part, Hansel for the vast free buffet. They meet the club’s owner, local drag legend Sugar Rush, who offers Gretel a spot on stage vacated by a last-minute no-show. When she wows the crowd, Sugar offers Gretel a trial spot on the Sugar Shack’s lineup, and invites Hansel to drop in anytime, and to bring his appetite with him.

Gretel is a smash, and jumps at the eventual offer of a permanent gig. Hansel’s a hit, too, at Sugar’s private table upstairs in The Cage, where he lets Sugar flirt with him while he eats everything he can reach. He enjoys the attention almost as much as the loads of free food, but he’s about as gay as they get, and can’t see himself falling for a dude that looks and smells like a chick, even if she is gorgeous. She’s also an inveterate chubby chaser, Gretel points out to him one day, and her apparent mission to fatten Hansel up seems to be proceeding apace. Spending time with Sugar, Hansel’s horizons expand along with his hips, but will he ever see her as more than just his Sugar daddy?

Find out for free between now and March 7th on Smashwords!

New Release: Say Cheese!

Sitcom sensation Felix Medrano, America’s Sweetheart, throws a star-studded surprise party for his sweetheart, beanpole barkeep Grover Shepherd. It’s a smash, save for one detail: Shep is a no-show. Who’d have thought it would be so hard to pop the question?

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saycheeseOK, I’m not just recycling promo posts, I promise. If this all sounds very familiar, it’s because this story originally appeared in the Wayward Ink Publishing anthology Stranded. But one of the cool things about WIP is the way they go on to release the short stories from each antho individually, and we’re kicking off the Stranded stories with mine! Available today direct from Wayward Ink or from one of the buy links below.

Grover Shepherd is the only thing Felix Medrano loves more than being the current darling of Hollywood. He throws a star-studded surprise engagement party to declare that love to the world, and it’s a smash, save for one detail: Shep is a no-show.  Felix knows Shep missed his flight home from New Orleans, but that was fifteen hours ago. What’s the hold up?

Flash back to the start of Shep’s day in New Orleans. By the time his friend Billy’s car is eventually retrieved from the jealous lover who drove off with it, Shep’s missed his flight back to L.A., and he spends the rest of the day on standby, watching flight after flight depart without him. Each time he sends Felix a progress report via text message, Felix replies with a romantic photo from their past, and Shep spends much of his airport odyssey Remembering When. It’s easy to see how these two fell in love, but getting harder to imagine that Shep could possibly make it home in time to celebrate with Felix and their friends.

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