Monday, January 28, 2013

Photography of Rob Kristian

I do have an affinity for great photography and beautiful men. Rob Kristian does more than just take pictures, his photographs create moods. I love his work. I hope you enjoy these shots. For more Rob Kristian photography look here. Also, you need to go look at Rob's work here. It's amazing.

Nathen Bortalini is one of my all time favorite models. He's young and not well known but I would love to see more of him ever where!

Jamie Dominic has an amazing body and Rob makes him look amazing. I think these two photographs of Jamie are the best ever taken of him.

If you'd like to book time with Rob you can contact him via his contact information on his webpage

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Sweet Happenings from On Valentine's Day

I hope you enjoy this story. Sweet Happenings is one of my favorite stories. I hope you enjoy Matt and Robert's love story.

Oh yes, and as an added bonus, when you purchase On Valentine's day you also get the recipe for Chocolate Therapy, the muffin Matt created for his bakery, Sweet Happenings.

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Sweet Happenings
Sara York

Chapter One

Matt Wilson didn't look up when the door opened or when Jason started banging around in the closet. He didn't take his eyes off the rug spread over the hardwood floor, nor did he acknowledge the asshole as he pulled clothes from the dresser drawers. Even the cup of fresh Columbian coffee cooling on the nightstand beside him went ignored. Four years and it came down to clothes being packed. He snorted when Jason asked him a question. What the fuck did it matter if Jason took the blue Samsonite when their relationship was over.
Had it been any other day of the year he would have been okay with it, but the morning of February fifteenth wasn't when he ever expected to wind up on this end of a relationship. Not after the evening he'd planned for he and Jason. Everything was going to be perfect, getting them back on track and drawing them closer together. That it had taken Jason this long to start packing just pissed him off.
Jason cleared his throat, his feet positioned in front of Matt. "Listen, I'll come by tomorrow for my dishes."
The rage built, boiling through his veins, forcing Matt to his feet. "Your dishes?"
Jason flinched. It was the first thing Matt had said in the last hour, and maybe yelling hadn't been the right thing to do, the hand waving a bit much, and he was sure he looked crazy, but there was no fucking way in hell that Jason was touching those dishes.
Jason shrugged as he took a step back. "Yeah, I love those dishes."
"You fucking bastard!" Matt clenched his fists. "My grandmother gave me those dishes long before I knew you."
Jason held up his hands, the palms facing Matt. His eyebrows were raised to the maximum height. Jason, the strong, Jason the one in control, Jason the guy who walked on water, looked frightened and ready to bolt. Matt started to giggle. He couldn't stop himself. It was the first time he'd yelled since finding Jason in bed last night with Dante, the eighteen year old stock boy employed at Sweet Happenings, his bakery. Sadly, he would miss Dante more than Jason. His lover of four years had become more of a friend than a hot sex partner like they'd started out. Hell, he saw Dante more than he saw Jason now, and maybe that was the issue. If he ever dated again, he'd only be with a guy who never traveled and was at home more in the evenings.
Matt sobered and accessed his full height. "Get the fuck out of my place and don't come back. Give me your key."
Matt held out his hand, waiting patiently for the key. Jason huffed, his mouth pinched and his eyes narrowed. They guy no longer looked appealing to Matt. Sure, the first time he'd seen Jason he'd been blown away by his model quality looks and his amazing smile, now he was just another guy and the looks, though still amazing, meant nothing to Matt.
"God Matt, it's not like I'm going to take something that isn't mine."
"You fucking took my stock boy and he wasn't yours."
Jason's nostrils flared and Matt wondered if they were going to have a go at it. The fight seemed petty. So Jason fucked around, probably wasn't the first time. He'd had his suspicions but had never been able to call Jason on it. Walking in on him spanking Dante's ass with a wooden spoon while he rode the boy like he was a wild bronco had left Matt sick to his stomach. His suspicions were confirmed, no doubt left in his mind.
"You also took my spoon."
Jason's brows bunched. "Spoon?"
"The one you were slapping Dante's ass with."
Jason huffed. "You can have that back."
"You had it on your lover boys ass. I don't think I want it. I'll buy a new one."
"Oh no, I'll buy you another fucking spoon. Here's your damn key. I guess it's foolish to ask for one for old time sakes?"
Matt clenched his fists to keep from hitting Jason. Four years of his life wasted with a prick who didn't care about him, not really. "Get out," Matt growled.
Jason rolled his eyes then grabbed his bag, which was actually Matt's bag, but he didn't give a shit anymore. Jason headed out the front door, only looking back once. Matt hopped into the shower and scrubbed his body roughly, punishing himself not only with the rough terry washrag, but also with thoughts about how stupid he'd been and how many mistakes he'd made in his relationship with Jason.
Never again!
Next time he'd do it differently. Hell, there wouldn't be a next time. He was Thirty-nine and too old to be dealing with this shit.
He pulled his jeans on and tugged on a Sweet Happenings T-shirt and a black hoodie then headed downstairs to his bakery. Though the morning was freezing, he didn't bother with a heavy coat since his apartment was only a block from the bakery. Cathy, his assistant manager, had opened for him today. They shared the responsibility most weeks, with him taking the biggest burden and Cathy taking Friday and Saturday mornings. His employees were great, more like a family than work acquaintances, and that's why finding Dante fucking Jason had hurt so much.
He would put an ad in the paper next week. Surely he could find another young man to work for him that wouldn’t screw his partner. Fuck, he didn't have a partner any more. His mood was deteriorating quickly. He needed something to pull him out of his nasty state and fast.
The bell above the door tinkled as he pushed it open. He breathed in deeply, taking in the sweet aroma of fresh baked muffins, scones, pound cakes and other loafs. With a quick glance around the dining room, he saw that the morning rush had cleared out. He poked his head into the kitchen, spying his signature treat, Chocolate Therapy, a delectable muffin filled with strawberries and cream cheese, cooling on the rack above the ovens.
"Just what I need." Matt went to the rack and took a muffin, delighted to have the delicious indulgence to sooth his sorrows.
"Hey boss, glad that you're here. So was Valentines Day as special as you thought it would be? Did you ask him?" Cathy, his assistant manager, came out of the stock room and set a box of sugar on the table beside him.
Matt groaned as the heat of anger washed over his whole body. "Can we drop the subject?"
"Oh." He turned to face Cathy, seeing disappointment in her eyes. "I'm sorry."
He huffed out a breath, shocked by the sting of tears at the back of his eyes. "I caught him with Dante. Dante is gone and so is Jason. It's over. No asking him to marry me. God, I'm such an idiot."
She patted his back, smoothing her hand over his shoulders. "Hey, it has happened to the best of us. I'm sorry it's over. Let me fix you a latte. Go, sit at a table. Get your head together. I'll take care of things for a bit."
"That's not fair, you've done so much."
"Sweetheart, that's why I'm here—to help you. Remember when Rex, my Great Dane, died last year? You let me take two weeks off. You held my hand when I went to the pet cemetery and you brought me dinner. He was just a dog and you treated him like family."
"He was your family."
"I know that, silly, but other people thought I was crazy going to the expense and the trouble. You lost someone special, plus we lost Dante. Let me pamper you for a few minutes."
Matt smiled for the first time today. He put his muffin on a plate and carried it to the front of the store. He sat at his favorite table, one that was hidden away behind a pillar. Few customers saw the table when they came in and usually it went empty, thus allowing him to always find a seat. Cathy brought him a vanilla caramel latte in a travel mug, his favorite drink and his favorite mug.
He sighed, less sad than he thought he'd be at losing Jason. Why had he thought he should ask Jason to marry him? Maybe because they'd been together for four years and everyone expected the engagement. He'd hoped the renewed commitment would bring them closer together. Actually, he was thankful he'd headed upstairs early last night instead of going to the gym like his regular routine dictated.
When he'd opened the door to the bedroom, Jason had been beyond surprised and Dante had been so embarrassed that he lost his erection fast. The poor guy had turned so pale Matt worried that Dante would faint. He'd fired Dante immediately, citing a clause in the employment contract that talked about behavior. It was one of those clauses he never thought he'd ever have to use against an employee, but he really didn't think he had to worry about his employees fucking his partner.
He shoved thoughts of Jason out of his mind and contemplated the next holiday. They would make patriotic cupcakes for President's Day, but Saint Patrick's Day was the next big one. They weren't in the Hell's Kitchen district but plenty of Irish guys came by the bakery for his Porter Cake. As a special treat, he made Porter Cake muffins and an array of tarts for the holiday, always aiming to please his regulars.
The door opened and a bit of blustery wind blew in, chilling him to the bone. He pulled his hoodie closed and glanced up, spying the sexiest man he'd seen in ages walking into the store. Memories of Jason screwing him over filled his mind and he ducked his head, ignoring the guy. It went against his grain to not pay attention to a customer and he glanced up again, seeing that Cathy was busy in the back. He groaned and hopped up, his good manners kicking in.
"Welcome to Sweet Happenings. I don't think I've seen you around here before."
The guy swung around, his gaze dipping low, taking in Matt's ratty tennis shoes, worn jeans and black hoodie. He did look rather frazzled, not at all like the owner of the bakery. Explaining seemed too pretentious so he kept his mouth closed as he washed his hands, drying them on a clean dishtowel.
"Oh, hi. Sorry, I'm running late. Do you have anything with protein in it?"
Matt smiled, trying like hell to be pleasant though all good-looking men were on his shit list right now. He shouldn't be so crabby, but Jason had done a number on him and he wanted to deflect all attention and to get even. It was childish, but he was in a pissy mood.
"I have some boiled eggs. I can pair fresh sliced apple with it or I have some peanut butter in the back. I can also make a grilled egg sandwich."
The guy stared at him blankly then his phone went off and he answered without hesitation. "Baxter here."
Matt waited, his irritation growing with each passing second. Normally, he wasn't like this. He'd need to give Cathy a huge bonus because he was thinking about leaving for the rest of the day, letting her close the shop though she'd opened. Their other employee, Rich, had already clocked out for the day since he had a doctor's appointment. He shouldn't leave Cathy in a lurch, but if he got another customer like this Baxter fellow, he might just blow a gasket.
Matt started listening to Baxter's end of the conversation, though it was rude. Working at Sweet Happenings allowed him to hear snippets of conversations that were personal, but his nosey side always had him paying attention even when he knew he shouldn't.
"I can't deal with it right now." Baxter turned away from Matt, his shoulders hunched. "Don't." The man's voice had grown more intense and then his shoulders started shaking. "I can't believe that—" Baxter cleared his throat. "I won't forgive cheating."
Matt shuddered. This guy's conversation sounded like his with Jason's had last night. Fuck, what a pair of losers they were.
Baxter scrubbed his hand down his face. "You don't—" There was silence as Baxter wiped at his eyes and straightened. "Fine."
The guy tapped the screen of his phone and pocketed the device. He turned back to Matt, his face a bit blotchy, his nose tinged red and his eyes pink, almost like he'd been crying. Matt ignored the obvious upset and smiled, ready to take the guys order.
"So, what will it be?"
"That chocolate thing you were eating when I came in. That's what I want."
Matt drew in a deep breath and plated the muffin from the kitchen. Baxter seemed upset and Matt hated that. But hell, it was February fifteenth and he guessed his wasn't the only relationship to come crashing down. "Would you like some Coffee?"
"I shouldn't, I've already had too much, but I don't think I'll make it through the day without a latte."
Matt smiled and pulled a cup out of the stack before he prepped the expresso machine. "Sounds like you're having the same kind of day I am."
Baxter snorted and rolled his eyes. "I doubt it. You don't look like the type of guy some one would cheat on."
"Ha, yesterday I caught my partner—I shouldn't be saying anything to you about this. You don't want to hear about my problems."
Baxter shook his head and chuckled. "What a sad pair."
"Let me make your drink, you can come up front and sit with me."
"Don't you have to...I don't know, mind the store?"
"My assistant manger is back in the stockroom, she'll be up in a few and can take care of any customers. Plus it's dead at this time. We'll get busy in about an hour."
Baxter smiled and nodded. "Sure, I guess I can sit for a few minutes. I'm already late, what's fifteen more minutes."
Matt caught Baxter's gaze and held it. "You sure you have time?"
"Hell, I don't but it's not like I'm going to be spending time on the phone talking tonight. I'll just work late."
Matt prepared the latte, putting the lid on the to-go cup and took it out to the man now sharing his favorite table. "I'm Matt Wilson by the way."
"Robert Baxter, so you lived here long—in New York?"
"About fifteen years. I grew up in Mobile Alabama."
"Nice place. I'm in Chicago now."
Matt smiled, taking a sip of his still warm coffee. "Do you travel much with work?"
"No, usually never but the company is opening a branch here, and I've been tagged to be on the team to spearhead the operations. So I guess I'm not really in Chicago anymore. But who knows."
Matt had no idea what it would be like to be uprooted by a company like that. He loved New York and would never leave on purpose. "That's good. New York is nice."
"Yeah, but my partner, the one I've been dating for the last six years, is pissed. He decided to go out last night without me. He met someone. That's what he called to tell me, that he found someone he loves and he is leaving. I didn't take it well and that's why I'm running late."
"That's harsh."
Robert took a bite of the muffin, his eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he moaned. "What the hell do you put in this thing?"
Matt laughed. "Secret recipe."
"It's good." Robert took another bite, no less enthralled with the second taste than he had been with the first. "These are amazing."
"Thank you. It's my own creation. I call it Chocolate Therapy."
"It's good. So, do you run the place?"
"I bought it ten years ago. I was a stockbroker and I hated it. I made some good investments when the market was high. At the first sign of trouble I got out, made enough to start my own business. I got this place for a song and I've never looked back."
"So broker to baker, that's nice." Robert took another bite of the muffin.
"I enjoy the work. That's more important than anything else. I've found that my days are filled with happiness since I've bought the place. Well, most days. Today I really want to strangle someone."
Matt popped another piece of his muffin in his mouth, loving the way the chocolate melted on his tongue. The sweet taste of his homemade strawberry cream cheese left him a bit giddy. He was glad that Cathy had baked more of his special muffins. The day would be disastrous without this indulgence.
Robert ate the last of his muffin and stood up. "I need to head into the office. I'll see you around. It was great talking to you."
"Anytime. The only days I don't work are Fridays and Saturdays."
They shook hands and Robert gathered his coffee and pulled on his coat, buttoning the front. "Have a good day." Robert walked out and headed toward downtown.
Matt finished his breakfast and cleaned up after himself. He made sure the dining room looked good before heading into the kitchen to prep for the lunch regulars. Talking to Robert had been nice. It helped to see that others were going through the same thing he was. Not that it took all of the pain away, but he didn't feel like so much of a loser anymore.
Cathy came out of the stockroom carrying the ingredients necessary to make strawberry shortcake. Jason may have messed up a bit of his life, but not everything. He still had Sweet Happenings and Cathy. For now, that was enough.

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Saturday, January 12, 2013

Shira Anthony and Aria - the third in the Blue Notes Series

Thank you, Sara, for hosting me today and letting me ramble a bit about my series of classical music themed gay romances! 

For those of you who may not be familiar with the Blue Notes Series, they are interrelated, standalone novels, each with a classical music theme.  Secondary characters in one book become the main characters in another, and the books can be read in any order.  The third book in the Blue Notes Series, Aria, was released on December 24th, and is now available for purchase in ebook or paperback format on the Dreamspinner Press website, Amazon, AllRomanceEbooks, and Barnes and Noble.

With each Blue Notes book, I've tried to create romances with real characters and real situations, many of those situations taken from my own experiences as a violinist and later, as an opera singer.  Of all of the books in the series so far, Aria is the one that is perhaps the most realistic.

Aria is the story of lawyer Sam Ryan, who first appears as a secondary character in the original Blue Notes.  Still reeling from the sudden death of his longtime partner, Sam meets aspiring opera singer Aiden Lind in a Manhattan gay bar.  The attraction between the two men is immediate, and the promise of their fledgling relationship obvious to both.  But Sam is still grieving, and when Aiden receives a prestigious scholarship to study in Europe, Sam lets Aiden go, unable to move forward and try to forge a relationship with someone new. 

Five years later, the two men meet again at a party in Paris hosted by Blue Notes pair Jason Greene and Jules Bardon.  Aiden is now at the top of his game, performing internationally with the best opera companies.  Sam thinks he's finally ready to move on, but he'll have to convince Aiden to forgive him for breaking his heart years before.

When Aiden and Sam finally decide to give their relationship a second chance, they are both full of hope that this time will work.  But the realities of a long-distance relationship are hard to ignore, and things between them start to fall apart.  They must learn to communicate through the challenges, or their relationship won't survive.

The next book in the series, Prelude, is scheduled for release in April of this year.  Co-authored with my good friend Venona Keyes, Prelude is the story of one of the secondary characters who appears in all three of the Blue Notes Series books, David Somers.  Interested in reading about that one?  You can read about it and read an excerpt here.

I hope that my own experiences add to the realism of Aria (and not only the challenges, but also the opera world setting itself).  Oh, and if you're curious, you can hear a recording of me singing in a live performance of Puccini's "Tosca" by clicking here.


Excerpt from Chapter 14

“MR. LIND?” The stage manager poked her head into his dressing room. “There’s a Mr. Ryan to see you.”

 “Thanks, Carla.” Aiden guzzled the rest of his bottle of water and went to the door.

 “Sam. Damn, it’s good to see you.” He pulled Sam inside and shut the door, then kissed Sam, lingering lightly over his lips before embracing him. There hadn’t been any earlier flights from Philly to Miami, and they hadn’t seen each other before the concert.

 “You were wonderful.” Sam put down the small overnight bag he was still holding and swept two fingers over Aiden’s lips, a gesture that made Aiden shudder with pleasure.

Aiden smiled the same pleasant smile he always gave when someone complimented him. It mattered little that the reviews of his performances were universally good; he still felt uncomfortable with the praise. Even a little undeserving. “Thank you.”

 He’d worried that the weeks apart might have made their reunion a bit awkward, but as usual, Sam set him at ease with another kiss.

 “So what’s on the agenda to celebrate the New Year? You promised you’d let me know what you were up to when I got here.”

 “Did I?” Aiden did his best not to smile.

 “Is it something I’ll like? Because I’m thinking spending the night in a hotel with you would be fine with me.” Sam laughed against Aiden’s throat as he feathered kisses there.

 “My lips are sealed.” Aiden pushed Sam playfully away, then grabbed a small duffel from off the lighted table. “I think you’ll like it, though. Just the two of us. Romantic.”

 Sam put an arm around Aiden’s waist and pulled him back, this time to claim his lips.

 “This is just the two of us.” There was a mischievous twinkle in Sam’s eyes.

 “Do lawyers always argue?”

 “Of course.”

 Aiden pulled away and straightened his bow tie and cummerbund. “Mr. Ryan, we’re on a very tight schedule here. The limousine is waiting outside and”—Aiden pushed up his sleeve to check his watch—“we have four hours to midnight. I’ll hold you in contempt if we’re late.”

 Sam held up his hands. “I’m throwing myself at the mercy of the court.”

 “You’ll behave?”

 “You might have to make me behave.” Sam’s eyes glittered with lust.

 “Shit. You’re incorrigible.” He aimed Sam in the direction of the door, giving him only a minute to grab his bag before pushing him into the corridor. “This way,” he said as he gestured to the entrance to the street. A moment later they were outside, and Aiden was leading Sam over to a limousine. There, the driver took Sam’s suitcase and held the door for them.

 Once settled inside, Sam looked at Aiden with a raised eyebrow. “Nice. So are we headed to some swanky party that only the rich and famous are invited to?”

 Aiden only shook his head. “My lips are sealed.” Okay, so Sam proved him wrong on that point pretty quickly with a deep kiss. But he wouldn’t give up the secret. “Keep trying. I’m liking this.”

 “Clearly I’ve miscalculated. I should be withholding my affections. Then maybe you’d come clean and tell me where we’re headed.”

 Aiden bit his lower lip before opening a panel to reveal a bottle of chilled champagne and two crystal flutes. Then, without missing a beat, he said, “Something to drink?”

 “Isn’t it a few hours too early?”

 “It’s past midnight in London,” Aiden pointed out as he opened the bottle and filled their glasses.

 A few minutes later, they were settled in each other’s arms. “I missed you, Aiden.  Sam’s voice was soft in Aiden’s ear. “More than you know.”

 “Oh, I think I know.” Aiden’s heart felt as though it were going to burst.

THE limousine stopped about twenty minutes later. Sam looked out the window. They were in a parking lot illuminated by several lights. There was what looked like a small building at the edge of the lot, but other than a single light at the entrance, there was nothing to identify it. When Sam looked to Aiden for an explanation, he just took the champagne flute from Sam’s hand, placed it alongside his own on the console, then pulled something out of the same cabinet in which he’d found the bottle and glasses.

 “Gonna tell me what that is?”

 Aiden held the object out so that Sam could see it. A flashlight.

 “What are you up to, Lind?”

 The driver opened the door and Aiden illuminated their way, leading Sam across the parking lot and down a paved walkway. The faint scent of the ocean wafted on the breeze, and the air was cool. “You’re not very good with surprises, are you?”

 Sam shook his head and chuckled. “Depends.” He snaked an arm around Aiden, nearly knocking him off balance before pulling him tight to claim Aiden’s lips. “As long as it involves you and sex, I’m good with it.”

 “Could be.” Aiden slipped out of Sam’s grasp and continued to walk and point the way. “Watch your step here.”

 A band of metal met the pavement, and the path beyond was wood. The smell of salt water was powerful here. A dock. “Aid—”

 “You might want to take your shoes off.” Aiden was already slipping out of his patent leather oxfords and rolling up the legs of his tux pants. Sam did the same, unable to suppress a grin. Wherever they were going, he was having fun. He felt like a kid again. “You can leave them here. Ralph will pick them up when he comes with the bags.”


 Aiden took Sam’s hand, and they walked to the end of the dock until they reached a large white wall. A restaurant, perhaps.

 Then the restaurant’s lights went on, illuminating the surface of the wall. “Holy shit.” It wasn’t a restaurant. It was an enormous yacht—at least a hundred feet long. “Where did you…?”

 “Mr. Lind?” A man wearing a crisp white uniform, complete with captain’s hat, walked toward them down the gangway at the end of the pier.


 “That’s me. So good to have you joining us tonight. And this is Mr. Ryan?”

 Sam offered the man his hand. “I’m Rich Cowan. Captain of the Prelude. Good to meet you.”

 “The Prelude?”

 Rich looked to Aiden, who nodded.

 “She belongs to David Somers.”

 They climbed aboard and Sam tried not to stare as a young woman dressed in white pants and a white polo greeted them.

 “This is Amy. She’ll be attending to you gentlemen. We’ll be getting underway for the Bahamas in a few minutes. We’ll arrive by morning. Maestro Somers sends his compliments and says you should enjoy yourselves. We’ll arrive back in Miami in time for your flights on Monday morning. Enjoy your evening, gentlemen.”

 “Dinner will be ready in about an hour,” Amy told them after Rich left. “Would you like to dine on the foredeck?”

 “Sounds wonderful.” Aiden turned to look at Sam, who nodded his approval.

 “Do you need me to show you the stateroom?” she asked.

 “I know the way. Thanks, Amy.” Aiden turned to Sam after she left. “Well? How did I do?”

 “Not bad.” Sam did his best to keep a straight face. But then Aiden smiled, and Sam grabbed him and crushed his lips against Aiden’s. “Better than that,” he said after the kiss broke. “Amazing, really.”

 “We have an hour. How about thanking me up close and personal.” Aiden took Sam’s hand once more and led him down a set of stairs to the cabins below.

 THEY sat on the foredeck, having finished one of the best meals Sam had ever eaten.

 Not that the starry sky and the company had anything to do with it.

 “Remind me to thank David next time I see him.” Sam stood up and began to massage Aiden’s shoulders.

 “My fairy godfather.”

 Sam laughed.

 “David’s been too good to me.” Aiden’s voice was slightly wistful now. “Not only this, but he helped me out of a bad situation.”


 “I’m not sure I’d have had the guts to move out if it hadn’t been for David. Hell, I tried to find a place of my own in London and he told me to stay. Said he didn’t spend much time there anyhow.” Aiden leaned into Sam’s hands, and Sam kissed him on the top of his head.

 “You sound almost like you don’t think you deserve his friendship.”

 Aiden’s shoulders tensed beneath Sam’s fingers. “Am I that obvious?”


 “Sometimes I worry that I can’t even begin to give back what he’s given me.”

 Sam moved in front of Aiden and drew him up off the chair with a hug. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, you know.”

 “You think?” Aiden’s laugh was bitter.

 Sam traced a line over Aiden’s lips. “I think I could kick myself for letting you go. Twice.”

 Aiden’s smile looked strained. “Are you sure you want this? I mean, there’s a reason you let me go before. My lifestyle isn’t exactly the best for long-term relationships.”

"It was never about your lifestyle.” Sam wasn’t exactly sure how to explain his hesitation. “I just wasn’t ready.”

“You don’t need to justify it, Sammy.”

“I know. But I wish—”

“Here and now. That’s what matters. Fuck the rest of it.”

“Right.” Sam inhaled a long slow breath and looked over the bow at the moon rising on the horizon. And yet he couldn’t help but think of New Year’s past. And of Nick. “You’re right. Fuck the rest of it.”

“Happy New Year, Sammy.”

“Happy New Year, Aiden.”


Want to read the entire novel?  It's available on Amazon, Allromanceebooks, Barnes and Noble, and Dreamspinner Press in paperback and ebook formats!

Monday, January 7, 2013

What's Wrong With Gay People.

Today I had a book release and I thought about doing a promotional post here on my blog. I also have so much to write that it would be easy to spend my time on my books, but this subject needs to be discussed.

In no way shape or form are gay people a waste.

This morning I was talking to someone about the new Liberace movie and our conversation progressed to how there were a lot of gay men in West Hollywood. Then she said something that totally floored me.

"What a waste."

I asked, "What?"

Again, she said, "What a waste."

I asked her what she thought was a waste and it came down to her thinking that gay men were so beautiful it was a waste because they were gay and wouldn't have a family, or kids and would never be with a woman. Needless to say the conversation deteriorated once I said that gay men are never a waste, that they are great guys and live wonderful lives. She back peddled on her statement, but the words were already out there.

I want to be very clear on this. Gay men and lesbian women are not a waste.

Gay individuals are productive members of society, wonderful dads, loving partners, and kind individuals. They are not defective or sick. They do not have problems nor have they made a choice to be the way they are. They are gay. They were born gay and no wishing/forcing/tempting them to change is going to make them any less gay. The only choice they make is to live as who they are or lie to themselves and everyone else by pretending to be straight. Gay men and lesbians add value to our society and are all around great people. They are just like straight people and discriminating against them is wrong.

To all the straight people out there who don't like gay people, get over it. I grew up in a very racist and homophobic family. My father said on many occasions that ugly people were a waste (same type of attitude as thinking gay people are a waste). My father specifically attacked Chelsea Clinton, saying that her parents should have aborted her because she was so ugly and she was a waste of space on earth. That type of attitude about other people does nothing but destroy. No human on the planet is a waste. All are valuable and important.

If you believe that gay men or lesbians are a waste, you really need to take a long hard look in the mirror and figure out why you don't feel secure with yourself or love yourself. Gay people are no threat to you. They are just people and deserve respect as humans.