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Hey all!

I’m one of ten authors of LGBTQ fiction teaming up to share the love for BookBub!

BookBub is a great source of information about new and discounted books. They are selective about which books they recommend to their readers and you can filter their recommendations based on your preferences.

We would love you to follow us on BookBub, so we’re offering a prize to one of you for doing so. Entering is simple. Click the Rafflecopter Giveaway link below, and then click the names of each of the ten authors and follow them on BookBub.

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The giveaway starts at 12:00 am (EST) 8 October 2018 and runs for seven days.
The winner will be selected at random on 15 October 2018.

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#This is Consent, #Consent in Romance

From Posy Roberts:

“Authors, share scenes from your books that show what consent looks like. I’d love it if we could link these up somehow, perhaps a hashtag like #ThisIsConsent and #ConsentInRomance.” (Link to Posy’s blog post)


This is scene from my novel Creative Process, in which Reese does not consent to intercourse, and that is instantly respected:

Reese hooked a finger under Owen’s chin and pulled him closer. Owen leaned in easily. “Maybe we should just focus on tonight, for now?” Reese suggested. He leaned down and set his drink on the coffee table, then gently lifted Owen’s drink from his fingers and did the same.

“Tonight…” Owen’s words slowed to a stutter. “Sounds like a good—”

Reese wasn’t actually sure who kissed whom first, but their conversation was cut short and their martinis forgotten as their lips locked together. Reese felt Owen’s hands go around his waist and he slid his fingers along both sides of Owen’s jaw. Owen melted into him, and Reese deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue further into Owen’s mouth. He raked his fingers through Owen’s hair before tightening his fingers around the back of Owen’s neck, then lay back and pulled Owen with him.

“God.” Owen breathed around the kiss. They were both hard, Reese could feel Owen’s erection pressing into his thigh, and his own was straining against the fly of his tuxedo pants. But Reese didn’t feel like rushing things, less out of politeness and more because something about the beautiful way Owen was giving himself over inspired Reese to savor, take his time, learn something.

But he wasn’t sure how long Owen was going to stand for that. Owen started slowly working on the buttons of Reese’s shirt one by one. Reese enjoyed the sensation of someone’s fingers on him again, someone wanting him. Owen’s hands went to Reese’s chest, roaming and exploring, sliding over his ribs and across Reese’s nipples. Owen’s hands were strong but gentle, his touch light on Reese’s skin. Teasing. Owen’s mouth went to work as well, and Reese couldn’t stop the sound that escaped him, a soft, low moan that Owen echoed instantly.

Owen was wearing a black T-shirt, which Reese made very quick work of removing. Moments later, Owen’s was tugging at the waistband of Reese’s trousers with his fingers, trying to figure out the clasp there. Reese decided Owen was too wound up for subtlety and he swept Owen’s hands clear and gave him a gentle shove to the side, shifting so Owen was on his back.

“Well, well.” Owen laughed softly.

“You’re in a hurry.” Reese growled. Curious. He’d been going for something more of a purr.

“Want you.”

Reese kissed Owen, then pulled away and whispered, “Don’t fuck on a first date, beautiful.” Reese went to his knees and made very quick work of exposing Owen’s cock and balls.

“Oh. Oh, wow, okay.” Owen had started to pant. “Yeah, that’s cool. This is… oh, God.”

“Good.” That was the last thing Reese said for a while, his mouth otherwise occupied tasting and sampling everything he could.

Owen’s hips lifted and lowered again, his breath sounded thin. “Holy… was that your…? Oh, fuck.” Owen babbled. Reese found it amusing until something seemed to snap in Owen and he shifted into another gear entirely. Owen gasped and tangled his fingers in Reese’s hair. “Please!”

Reese wasn’t one to leave a man wanting. He took Owen into his mouth as deeply as he could manage and set about blowing him in earnest. His head bobbed in Owen’s lap, his fingers teased and tormented Owen’s balls.

“Fuck! Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Not stopping, Reese thought, but he couldn’t express that with words so instead he gave Owen’s balls a sharp tug.

Owen’s hips jerked away and then back again and he came, shooting into Reese’s mouth so hard it was all Reese could do to keep up. Breathless, Owen sank back into the couch and Reese licked and nibbled his way up Owen’s chest to kiss his mouth again.

“Jesus. I think I saw stars.”

Reese laughed. “I told you, rave reviews.”

“What was that thing you did with…”

“I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you.”

Owen laughed. “Bastard.”


Rainbow Snippets 12/2

Hello again all!

For those of you that don’t know, Rainbow Snippets says it “is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of original fiction. Every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+.”

I took a short break because November was hella busy, and also because what I’ve been writing just didn’t feel ready to share yet. But I have more of my m/m/m, which now has a new title, Stable Hill. In this snip, Oscar is at his father’s farmhouse where Russ, the stable manager, lives. Russ has had a thing for Oscar for a long time, but Oscar has been untouchable, having lost his husband three years prior to cancer. That could be (is) changing. 😉 It’s slightly over six sentences, more like nine, but I couldn’t cut anything!


Russ didn’t move at first, he didn’t dare, but he could only stand like this – this close-  for so long. Finally, he grew impatient and kissed Oscar again. This time Oscar leaned in, cupping his jaw with warm, shaking fingers.

This was the real deal. This was happening. That’s it, he thought. Just relax. Breathe, and let me do this for you. He covered Oscar’s hand with his own, but Oscar whimpered at the touch and froze suddenly, breaking their kiss again.


Have a great weekend!

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Paranormal male ménage: Myths, Moons & Mayhem

Today I am welcoming to my blog, Dale Cameron Lowry, editor of Myths, Moons & Mayhem, an m/m/m paranormal erotica anthology. There are many reasons why I think this concept is fabulous – Dale, for one thing, but also ménage, diversity, some great authors – but I’m going to let them tell you all about it.


Thanks, Jodi, for inviting me to your blog to talk about Myths, Moons, and

Mayhem, a collection of paranormal erotica featuring male ménages a trois that I recently edited for the publisher Sexy Little Pages. It came out on Friday and has already gotten some great reviews, including from a couple of my readers who tell me they don’t normally read paranormal fiction. That means a lot to me.

When I put together this anthology, I looked for stories that had strong, interesting characters at their core—men I could root for. The stories also needed an erotic element, but it wasn’t enough to throw in a sex scene or two. The eroticism needed to be essential to the story, both an outgrowth of what the characters had gone through and a prelude to what would happen next.

As a result, the heart of each story in Myths, Moons, and Mayhem is a relationship—erotic, romantic, or both—among three men. Just like there are many ways to be a couple, there are also many ways to explore love and desire within a threesome. The writers of Myths, Moons, and Mayhem excel at showing the different permutations these relationships can take.

In some of the stories, an established couple needs the perspective of a third partner to draw them back together. That’s what happens in Clare London’s “Inside Man,” when a ghost longing for human love finds a way to connect with a struggling young gay couple. Through him, they learn to let go of fear and open themselves to each other.

In other tales, the established couple is doing just fine, both members confident and comfortable in their relationship. That feeling of security enables them to expand the circle of their love, whether that love takes the form of erotic friendship or something deeper. This is a theme that appears in several stories in the collection, including “Squatchin’” by Greg Kosebjorn, about an encounter between a pair of Bigfoot hunters and a gay widower in the wilds of the Pacific Northwest, and my own “The Cave,” about the magic that happens between a French-Malagasy couple and an American on a cave expedition in Madagascar.

Desire can also build in the background, as three characters confront a bigger problem together. That’s what happens in Carl Redlum’s “When the Big Moon Shines.” College student Henry goes hunting for the man who turned him into a werewolf, and he becomes convinced that the gay couple next door knows something he doesn’t. His efforts to ferret out their secret draws him closer to both of them.

When writing paranormal fiction, it can be easy to get caught up in the idea of a world where magic happens. If anything, one of the biggest complaints about the genre is the tendency of some writers to forget about their characters while going on long tangents about the inner workings of secret societies or how, exactly, werewolves manage to shift back and forth from human to wolf.

For me, the stories in Myths, Moons, and Mayhem strike the perfect balance between awe-inspiring magic, compelling relationships, and sexy characters a reader can fall in love with. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do!



To celebrate the release of the paranormal gay ménage anthology Myths, Moons & Mayhem,  Dale Cameron Lowry is giving away a bunch of paranormal and ménage ebooks for your reading pleasure. Prizes include:

  • Chance & Possibility: Seven Fantastical Tales of Gay Desire, an eclectic selection of Dale’s previously published paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi stories. Chance & Possibility isn’t available to buy anywhere.
  • Pacific Rimming, a contemporary novelette about a middle-aged gay married couple who fall in love with a younger man while vacationing on Canada’s Vancouver Island
  • Love Unmasked, the story of a gay man who’s unlucky in love because, once in a blue moon, he turns into a raccoon.

Enter to win here. (https://dalecameronlowry.com/mmm-giveaway/)



Where to buy Myths, Moons, and Mayhem

Universal Ebook Link (for Amazon, Kobo, iTunes, etc): https://books2read.com/mythsmoons
Amazon Paperback link (this will get you to the paperback at your country’s Amazon store): http://getBook.at/mmm


About Myths, Moons, and Mayhem

Editor: Dale Cameron Lowry
Authors: Rebecca Buchanan, Elizabeth Coldwell, Rhidian Brenig Jones, Morgan Elektra, Greg Kosebjorn, Clare London, Dale Cameron Lowry, Carl Redlum, Rob Rosen
Publisher: Sexy Little Pages

Myths, moons, and mayhem make the perfect threesome—and so do the men in this anthology.

Enjoy nine erotic stories of paranormal ménages a trois fueled by lust and magic, where mystical forces collide with the everyday world and even monsters have their own demons to conquer.

A werewolf gets a lust-fueled lesson on fitting in with the pack, a professor unlocks ancient secrets and two men’s hearts, and a pair of supernaturals find themselves at the erotic mercy of a remarkable human. Ghosts, fairies, aliens, and mere mortals test the boundaries of their desires, creating magic of their own.

Penned by popular authors such as Rob Rosen and Clare London, as well as by newcomers to the genre, Myths, Moons & Mayhem is an eclectic mix of paranormal lust and polymythic beings that will spark your fantasies and fuel your bonfires.

Read story summaries and excerpts at https://dalecameronlowry.com/books/myths-moons-mayhem/


Excerpt from “The Endless Knot” by Morgan Elektra in Myths, Moons, and Mayhem

About “The Endless Knot”: Vampire Jackson and werewolf Rafael couldn’t keep their fiery relationship from burning itself to the ground. A human named Beau shows them how to rekindle it to a steady flame.

It’s been a decade since he last saw Rafael St. Pierre, but time has not dulled the other man’s appeal. A few inches shorter than Jackson, though half again as broad, his muscled forearms are bare beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his white cotton button-down. Sunlight has bleached his wavy, honey-brown hair lighter on top, and a heavy beard graces his square jaw.

The beard is new. The smirk is not.

Beau glances over his shoulder, his gaze slipping from Rafael’s rugged features down his broad chest to muscular thighs encased in perfectly broken-in jeans. They’re worn white in several places—knees, thighs, crotch—and hug Rafael’s brawny form.

Watching Beau peruse his ex-lover stirs something hot in Jackson’s gut. He can feel his fangs growing even longer, scoring the inside of his lower lip.

The Wolf lifts one thick brow at Jackson before dropping his gaze to Beau. He rocks back on the heels of his scuffed work boots, mouth ticking up in an alluring smile. “Who’s your friend?”

“Beau.” Beau flutters those coal-and-tinsel lashes and extends his hand for Rafael to kiss. His fingernails, Jackson notices, are painted in silver metallic sparkles.

Rafael takes Beau’s hand in his grip and brings it to his mouth, brushing his lips over Beau’s delicate knuckles. “Rafael St. Pierre.”

A shudder ripples through the human’s slender frame. Jackson twitches, trying not to remember the feel of those calloused hands, that mouth. But it’s impossible. He clenches his fists tight to keep from reaching out, grabbing Rafael’s shoulders and crushing him in a kiss.

His desire for the Wolf twines around his lust for Beau, meshes with it. Drives it higher.

Jackson forces himself back another step, away from the two men and whatever spell they’ve cast on him. Maybe it’s the night, or the sight of Rafael after so long… Whatever it is, Jackson’s heart pounds out a frightening rhythm.

It’s so loud in his ears that he misses whatever, no-doubt charming, words Rafael murmurs to Beau. Rafael’s gaze flicks back to Jackson’s face, and his sparkling eyes narrow. Despite the cocky curl of Rafael’s lips, the specter of hurt and anger haunts the Wolf’s eyes. “Leaving so soon?”

There is a challenge in those words, that look. Rafael always accused Jackson of walking away too easily. Cold, Rafael said. Jackson couldn’t make the hot-blooded Wolf understand that if fighting was all there was, there was nothing left to fight for.

“Don’t go!” Beau lifts his free hand, pressing his palm against Jackson’s chest. He glances between Jackson and Rafael, catching his lower lip between straight, white teeth. “I take it you two know each other?”

Rafael’s thumb caresses the skin of Beau’s inner wrist. “Once upon a time.”

The heavy-lidded look Rafael gives Jackson sends fire raging through his blood. Lust? Anger? That line has always been blurred with Rafael. Jackson stalks forward, pressing Beau between their larger bodies, no longer sure if he means to kiss the Wolf or hit him.

Beau shivers. A tantalizing aroma—sweet and musky—rises in the sultry air. Jackson sees Rafael’s nostrils flare as he too breaths in the intoxicating scent.

Lust. Not a hint of fear or the cloying infatuation of a groupie. Just deep, pure desire.

It’s not the reaction he would have expected from such a fragile human pinned between two obviously irritable supernaturals.

The sharp edge of Jackson’s anger blunts as his focus shifts. The faintest hint of red glows on the upper curves of Beau’s high cheekbones. As Jackson watches, the tip of his tongue sneaks out to lap at his lower lip.

He and Rafael stare down at Beau, watching arousal sweep through him. Beau tugs his hand free of Rafael’s gentle grasp and presses it against the Wolf’s chest. His gaze drifts from where his fingers rest against the white cotton of Rafael’s shirt to his opposite hand, spread against the charcoal fabric of Jackson’s suit jacket.


About Morgan Elektra

Morgan Elektra (bymorganelektra.wordpress.com) is the author of A Single Heartbeat, A Kiss in Brimstone, and Big Teeth. She discovered her passion for writing at a young age, penning stories of witches, vampires, and monsters at the dining room table. After years working day jobs and moonlighting as a reviewer for popular horror website Dread Central, Morgan left the comfort of an office to follow her dreams of writing fiction.


About Dale Cameron Lowry

Dale Cameron Lowry’s number one goal in life is getting the cat to stop eating dish towels; number two is to write things that bring people joy. Dale is the author of Falling Hard: Stories of Men in Love and a contributor to more than a dozen anthologies. Find out more at dalecameronlowry.com.

Rainbow Snippets 10/7

I’ve added close to 6K to my M/M/M WiP this week, so my snippet is from that one again, Tentatively titled Love for Love.

For those of you that don’t know, Rainbow Snippets says it “is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of original fiction. Every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+.”

This snip is from the first time Oscar (the MC that owns the farm), and Russ, the farm manager with an as-yet-unrequited thing for Oscar, meet the realtor, Jeffrey Stokes.


Stokes parked his shiny car alongside Oscar’s incredibly not-sexy, seven-year-old minivan, and not far from Russ’s old dusty, rusty, red pickup. As it turned out, the car was second only to the man who got out of it. Jeffrey Stokes was shiny himself; tall, dark-haired, and embarrassingly well dressed. Russ whistled softly and Oscar chuckled.

“Yep,” Oscar said quietly, just for Russ’s ears, and then louder, “Hey there, Mr. Stokes.”


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I did a fun guest blog for Alpha Book Club today, this time talking about Owen and his band. I talk about what inspired the character and I even added some links to the YouTube videos. Dreamspinner Press

Dreamspinner Press is giving away a Gift Certificate, too!

Hope you enjoy it!


Rainbow Snippets 9/30

I had a new book release this week, and I’ve been so focused on that – posting, promo, blog tour, etc. – that I am so ready to post about something else!

Rainbow Snippets says it “is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of original fiction. Every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+.” 

I’m giving you six sentences from my first ever M/M/M WIP. In this snip, Oscar, whose once-stable home life has been an emotional ride for the last handful of years, is finally making himself deal with his late father’s property.


He’d read over the business card so many times in the last month that he didn’t really need it anymore; he had the damn number memorized.

There was no good reason not to make the call, he’d been procrastinating for weeks already. He’d asked himself why a hundred times and the only thing he could come up with was that maybe he wasn’t ready to close the book on his father’s life. But ready or not, the fact was that the old farm was costing him money every month it sat empty, and he had mouths to feed.

He took a deep breath, picked up his phone and dialed.

“Jeffrey Stokes Realty. This is Janie, can I help you?”


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Creative Process – Release Week Blog Tour!

Hey! I’m on a little blog tour this week and next to celebrate the release of Creative Process (on 9/25)! I’m going to keep this blog post updated with the newest links for ease of location (and partly for my records):

9/20 Dreamspinner Press Blog

9/23 Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words Blog

9/25 Release day! The Novel Approach Blog

9/26 Divine Magazine Blog (exclusive excerpt)

A universal buy link for Creative Process is HERE.

Also — remember you can find all my books with links to your favorite booksellers at Queeromance Ink.

Purposeful Writing

Like every author, I have my own personal demons when it comes to writing issues. 

I have typos I make constantly. The same ones, over and over, so practiced that I can’t do anything but make the same mistake again. I have words and phrases I overuse and seldom catch even when I’m looking for them. I have an inner voice that occasionally likes to try to override the voice of the character(s) I am actually writing (that 20 year old kid from Jersey should not sound like a 40-something year old theater/lit major.)

When it comes to writing scenes, I sometimes have trouble with purpose. I’m blogging about that today because I spent a large chunk of the end of last week and most of my weekend hammering at a scene, feeling like I was forcing every line, my word count stuck in quicksand. As a result, I have just spent most of my morning trying to pinpoint my dysfunction. Have I been blocked? Do I need more coffee? Do I need skip the scene for now or to put the project away for a while? Do I need wine?

Last night, putting it away and having wine was the answer, because given my frustration at that point, the only other option was to hit the delete key. You know you need a break when you consider scrapping a project at 35K.

It’s taken me four days to get halfway through one scene. That happens to me sometimes, but most of the time I can trace it back to my kids, my wife, my day job, my bank account, any number of tangible distractions. This one has been baffling me. After I finally got annoyed with it last night I resolved to sit with it his morning and at least make a plan because it isn’t something I want to put on a back burner. So I’ve been pondering the issues I’ve been having with the scene over my coffee and at one point I thought, “Okay, maybe this scene just doesn’t need to happen, what is its purpose again?”

What is its purpose?

I have a couple of author friends/mentors who are experienced, habitual plotters. They clued me in to a very simple structuring formula not too long ago, for getting from point A to point B with less stress. It’s nice to be able to look at an index card and know what’s coming next, yet also have the ability to rearrange the cards or change and add things as the front end of the book develops. I’ve been using the bones of this method because there are things I like about it that work for me. But honestly? I am more of a seat of the pants writer.

There are a couple challenges that come along with the freedom of writing that way. I love that my work is “character driven”; that I don’t always know exactly where a character is going to take a scene, or how we’re going to get to the end of that scene. Sometimes I finish a scene all geared up for the next one, but sometimes the edits that go along with that are spectacular and have to be dealt with before I can move on. Once in a while everything comes to a grinding halt, and then I have to unravel it and figure out why.

My trick? I think about the scene, and I try to sum up in one sentence what the scene is about. Why am I writing it? What information needs to be conveyed? What needs to happen?

What is the purpose of the scene?

And by the time I’ve forced myself to distill it down to just a few words, I’m usually able to get to the bottom of what needs to happen next. I have changed events, a character’s reaction to something, I’ve moved the setting, and occasionally I am even able to just go “aha!” and start writing again. But today’s dilemma?

I’ve been in the wrong head. POV is so important. “What is the purpose of this scene?” is followed very naturally by, “And who do I want to convey it?”

So yeah, I have some rewriting to do. In this case, I actually need to scrap everything but the dialogue and sequence of events. But it’s already working better in my head and I know exactly how to write it now.

Hopefully, that little bit of insight is helpful for you while you mull over your Monday.

Creative Process – Coming Soon!

Hey all,

It’s been a busy summer. I sold one house, moved out, bought another and moved in, which is no small feat with two kids and two cats. But it finally happened and I’m trying to find my focus again. I did get a well needed beach vacation, and the new house is wonderful so I’m not complaining at all.

In the meantime, great things have been going on behind the scenes. My new novel, Creative Process, is due to be released on September 25th! It’s actually available for preorder on Dreamspinner’s website now, and I’ll put up links on the book’s page for everywhere else when I get them.

It’s a story about Reese, a best-selling author who is frequently owned by his muse (a detective dead set on apprehending a serial killer), and haunted by the ghost of relationships past. It’s also a story about Owen, a cellist who has finally landed a position with the symphony, a goal he’s been working toward since he was young despite the disapproval of his family. It’s a story about their chance meeting, the different ways artistic lives can interfere with and also enhance relationships, and about making love a priority.

Reese and Owen are surrounded by an eclectic group of New York artists and friends – writers, musicians, sculptors, mixed media, painters, etc. – who play a big role in helping them along to their HEA.

Click here for an excerpt, and to pre-order!

The Official Blurb:

Best-selling thriller author Reese Kelsey knows his career isn’t conducive to romance. He doesn’t work the normal nine-to-five, and sometimes his characters take hold and demand all his attention, causing him to neglect important appointments… and lovers. Rather than go through another heartbreak, Reese contents himself with his small circle of friends—fellow gay New York City artists—and his dedicated publicist, Chad.

Until he sees Owen Mercado lugging his cello toward the subway and impulsively offers him a ride.

Owen has worked long and hard for a career in the symphony, and success comes with a demanding schedule—something Reese understands. Their desires and lifestyles are surprisingly compatible, and Reese and Owen certainly set the bedroom on fire. They’re both carrying baggage, but they fit, and it’s hard not to hope for a future that once seemed impossible.

But when Reese’s work inevitably pulls him into its dark world and refuses to let go, Owen draws a hard line, and Reese discovers he can’t rely on good intentions alone. He will have to control the obsession that drove his other lovers away or risk losing Owen as well.