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Weston doesn’t believe in voodoo but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t believe in him. His life and family were steeped in the stuff and it was fine, until voodoo took everything from him, ripped his life from his grasp. And when it swallowed whole the person he loved most he had to escape. But there were consequences. His voodoo goddess wasn’t going to let go of him so easily, and her revenge was the pinnacle of evil. He could have dealt with something like impotence or boils, bu

The only way to learn how to write is to write a lot. I can’t remember which writer I got that little piece of advice from but it has always rung true for me. There are times I want to tell a story but don’t feel like I am doing the characters or their voices justice. Writing a book is hard, but it’s not always hard in the same ways. Speak No Evil has been in my head for a long time. I wrote it 5 or 6 years ago. I was not a great writer then. I had these characters in my head

I try to never comment on the drama that goes on in the genre. It’s not that I don’t have opinions. I have lots of opinions and I’m an asshole, so those opinions don’t always come out nice, so I try and keep my mouth shut on social media. When I do blog about issues I rewrite them so many times I tend to work out all the asshole-ishness. It’s a much better venue for me to vent on than say tweeting a ton of curse words to equate my feelings. That said, book pirating has been a

Life changes us. Our experiences change us. Maybe it’s just because of the way I was raised, but I learn things about myself all the time. It might be because I repressed those things while just trying to survive or maybe because I never had the opportunity to learn them like someone who grows up in an accepting household, or maybe I wasn’t ready to discover them yet, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t real and valid feelings. And I am just one example. I just can’t get over t

I want better for myself. I think we all do. I want to hold myself to a higher standard. I have been torn for weeks finishing up this YA book I’m writing. I’ve never been happy with a YA I’ve finished before. This one is queer. It has a trans main character and a bisexual main character. I put a lot of my own experiences into this book, but I love it. I’ve thought really hard about self-publishing it. Self-publishing is what I’m used to. I am good at self-publishing. I have a

Holidays are hard. Anyone who doesn’t agree with me might not have lived or loved as hard. Or maybe I was just dealt a different hand from life. The first two funerals I went to were those of my sister and father barely five months apart. There are so many of us who have lost someone either to death or because they don’t fit in our lives anymore, and spending the holidays without them is like an open wound. My sister lost her battle with depression at sixteen. This is my 15th

I like to grand plan. I like to do it a lot more while I’m out in the majestic landscapes with little to no cell service. I like to think I could work hard and put out so many more books a year. I do already work hard, but I want to push myself to do more, get up earlier, fit more in a day. I always feel like I’m not doing enough. Not working hard enough. That if I just do a little more I will be able to support myself writing. I put all of this on my shoulders and it makes m

During this time of year I start to see a lot of posts about ‘accepting family’ and ‘reaching across the table and hugging someone who disagrees with your politics’ and to ‘put it all aside to bring families together for the holidays’ and I want to say FUCK OFF. This isn’t disagreements over small government vs large government and fiscal responsibility anymore. We aren’t fighting over taxes. This is life and death for me and people like me. I will not stand aside and be arou

I hate being misgendered. I’m not sure if all trans people feel this way, but for me it’s like being completely dismissed and people don’t see me. They see social norms, or hear my voice and no matter how hard I fight to be gendered correctly it’s a failure. I live in Texas and I get misgendered all day every day. I am not exaggerating. It’s not once in a while. And if I’m not being misgendered I’m being told I’m in the wrong bathroom no matter which one I use. If I, or other

Friendship is fucking weird. First off, it’s like saying I choose you to another random human. And it’s not about fucking or procreation which is normal for mammals. It’s about spending time, which in humans is just as important as carnal relationships. For a long time now I’ve met most of my friends online. For a variety of reasons, I’m sure a lot of people can relate. It’s easier to find people who get you when you’re queer this way. I used to spend a ton of time writing on

This is clearly a long story, and a lot more in-depth than I’m going to share online. I’ve posted a few times vaguely about dealing with hateful people. but I’ve rarely gotten into the nitty gritty of it. I am quite private and rarely talk about issues I’m dealing with on social media, and I try not to put a lot of my kids life online. For a while I was going back and forth on the issue, trying to decide if I should confront this person or just avoid her, but I’ve decided I n

There are times I look back on my writing career and it strikes me how different a person I was when I wrote my first book, and even my third. It might be overly introspective, but I feel like a completely different person than I was four years ago when I started this journey. Nearly each and everyone one of my books was written to get me through something, and King Consort was no different. Even through the evolution of the books I’ve written in the last six months I’ve chan

Avoiding sleeping with women was my specialty, an art form even. As the future King of England I couldn’t be caught sleeping with men. My whole life played out in front of the paparazzi, and they didn’t miss a thing. I had a carefully crafted womanizing persona to maintain. My life came with rules, all of which I broke when I couldn’t resist a one night stand with the enemy: A beautiful paparazzo with a heart of gold. He may be the only person who doesn’t want me for my title

I’m an author. I can write anything right? You can’t see me but I’m laughing right now. Cracking up actually. I write as personal therapy. When I started writing I never planned on publishing anything. I wrote for me, and didn’t show anyone. Well I had a good friend beg until I let them read something I wrote and they told me I had to publish. I knew nothing about the market, or that queer books were even a thing, but I submitted to a few publishers and the rest is history. I

God spoke and with His word He created. But God made a mistake. Titus isn’t worthy. He was born sick and it’s solidified when he rescues the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. Torn between fidelity to his faith or his soul, Titus must reconcile the two parts of himself before he’s discovered hiding among the chosen. Buy Forsaken! Teaser: “Is this okay?” Angel asked. “Is what okay?” Titus had a hard time getting words out. He had a hard time making his brain function with Ange

Why is finishing a book so hard? The last ten to fifteen thousand words of a book is like a soul sucking succubus I run into this issue every time I near the end of a book. It doesn’t matter if I write if in order, or not in order, when I can see the finish line, instead of an easy sprint to the end, I get lead shoes and finding words is like pulling teeth. All the while plot bunnies start breeding and become rampant. I’d like to think of myself as a well focused person, but

I had a bad writing year last year. There is no way to justify it. I had tons of legitimate excuses. Many reasons I wasn’t getting in the words everyday I needed to get down, and yet at the beginning of this year I felt like a failure. I’m used to writing about three books a year, even with as many tangents and plot bunnies as I chase, I finish things. Last year I could barely stay focused, and when I was writing, words wouldn’t flow on anything I needed to finish. Then the e

My first reaction to my partner asking me what he should tell them was, “I’m genderqueer,” there shouldn’t be a need for more. If people are curious there is this wonderful thing called the internet and they can do research. There it was, put out there. Gray is genderqueer now, like it was some overnight revelation. The phrasing irritated me. I’ve called myself genderqueer for about four years now. Before that point I didn’t have a word for myself. It’s not a secret I write q

Summer break is looming, and by looming I mean hanging over my head like a damn dark cloud. I have ten days left of peace. The days are spread out over the next three weeks, and I’m dreading summer. Not because I’m the asshole parent who doesn’t like spending time with my kids. I do, for the most part, but summer brings zero set writing time. I’m not really sure how I wrote so much in the past with little people always under foot, but now it’s fucking had. It’s always “Dad I

As many of you know, I tagged along with a good friend of mine, Kerry Heavens, to a signing she was doing in Chicago. I grew up in Chicago and a chance to visit the city to ride trains and see a friend from the UK was a chance I couldn’t miss. I’d never been to a signing before, and damn, it’s an entire different universe in there. I watched JA Huss sign books for 5 hours straight as she was only a couple of tables over and had no less than 30 people in her line at all times.