Important announcement about my Dreamspinner books

This one-off announcement is to let you know the publishing rights for all the books I have previously sold through Dreamspinner Press will be returning to me over the next few weeks. Some are already back with me, others are still in the reversion process. So, for a while, you may not see them for sale as usual.

ALL the titles affected are shown below in the comments. And also any short stories I’ve published through them in the past, especially those at Christmas. Yes, it’s been sobering for me, too, to see how many there are!

Over the next few months, I’ll be deciding whether and which ones to republish, hopefully when I have time and resources to do so. And I will still continue publishing new books under my own company, Jocular Press.

💜 The MOST IMPORTANT thing for you to know? If you have ANY queries about my books, please feel free to contact me any time. I’m still here, and so’s my fiction. And I’m very happy to deal with you direct on any queries or book purchases.

Many thanks to all my online and real life friends for being with me through all this.

New Romancing Release!


Released today, available at Dreamspinner Press in all formats:

And at Amazon:

BLURB: Can poverty and privilege find a loving compromise?

Alexandre Bonfils, a rich and spoiled second son, is tired of being ignored and decides to help when the family’s exclusive wine business is in trouble. Going undercover in the warehouse, he loves the adventure—and the chance to be close to the sassy and sexy manager, Tate Somerton.

Tate is hardworking and financially struggling, bringing up his siblings on his own. A suspected saboteur at work is his latest challenge, but now he also has a clueless, though very attractive, new intern. There’s an immediate spark between the ill-matched couple, until a shocking accident cuts short Alex’s amateur sleuthing.

While recovering in the generous care of Tate and his family, will Alex realize what belonging really means? Passion and pride come together to fight for the company they’re both committed to preserving, but can a personal bond remain when the dust settles?

Tate scrabbled awake with a shock, realizing he’d dropped off to sleep on the sofa. Beside him, Gran snored, her mouth wide open and her apron skewed around her waist. Freddie was slumped on her lap, also snoring. The last Tate remembered was finishing Amy’s bath, then sending the twins to their rooms to revise for the next day’s geography test at school. He vaguely recalled offering to watch Supreme Sausage Suppers with Gran, or something similar. The TV was now showing a gritty Scandinavian crime drama with a dismembered torso being dragged up out of a frozen river, so something had definitely slipped in the space time continuum.

My God, he must have needed the rest. But what about Alex? Is he still here?

Groaning a little, Tate eased gently off the sofa and padded upstairs in his socked feet, picking up a small handful of laundry that had been left at the foot of the stairs. On the top landing he paused, listening to the gentle bickering from Hugo’s room where the H’s were currently based. From the occasional word he caught clearly—like “volcano”—it sounded like they were successfully getting on with their homework.


Alex was just coming out of Amy’s room. He smiled as Tate approached; Tate felt rather oddly vulnerable in front of him. Had Alex seen him fall asleep?

“How did it go?” Tate said softly. He peeked into Amy’s room to find her warmly wrapped up in her Frozen quilt and fast asleep. He closed the door as quietly as he could. “She can be a little madam, if you know what I mean. At heart she’s just a little kid, but she’s so very bright for her age, you need all your wits about you.”

“Well, I couldn’t read this to her, I’m afraid.” Alex said in a similarly lowered voice, holding up the luridly covered book that Amy had presumably chosen. “The story didn’t make any sense, and the language was bizarre. Plus none of the characters are anatomically correct. Don’t they have curriculum-based reading matter nowadays?”

Tate chuckled. “I’m sure they do, but that doesn’t always appeal to Amy. But she still fell asleep okay?”

“Of course. After I recited some Keats.”

“You…?” Tate was startled. It was becoming his default response to Alex Goodson. “As in John Keats, the poet?”

Alex shrugged easily. “She seemed to like it. I find ‘season of mists and mellow fruitfulness’ has a cadence that lends itself to sleep. I certainly drowsed through most of my English lessons at school. That’s one of the few poems where I can remember all the verses.”

Tate really, really wanted to let loose a proper laugh. “Dammit, Alex. You’re….”

Alex seemed to lean in more closely. “I’m what? Handsome? Irresistible? Just the kind of man you’ve been looking for to take you out and show you some fun?”

Alex’s scrutiny made Tate feel hot, which was very odd, standing on his own home landing on the rather worn carpet, hoping against hope that wasn’t a boner he was springing. “Astonishing. That’s all I’m prepared to say.” He pressed the pile of clothes into Alex’s arms and took a step away before he admitted something he regretted. “I must look in on the twins. If you’re okay to help out some more, perhaps you can dump this laundry in the basket in the bathroom on your way back downstairs?”

Celebrate the weekend with Brit authors!

Did your invitation to the British Royal Wedding get lost in the mail? Then Dreamspinner invites you to the gay romance celebration of it: 35% off all titles by British authors, as well as all titles in the house line, Perchance to Dream (stories set in the British Commonwealth). Sale ends Sunday at 11:59 PM ET.

And if you’re wondering, yes, the RT coupons are valid on all sale orders as well! Stack it up for huge discounts!

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My New Release – schnapps and chocolate galore!


My story in the Dreamspinner Press Advent Calendar is now on sale – and due to be hitting the inboxes of anyone who ordered the whole set TOMORROW :).

Everyone else? You can buy it immediately now at Dreamspinner!


BLURB: Frankie Faraday is a promising young salesperson at Mason’s Emporium. Bill Mason is his boss, the son of the store’s founder, and the object of Frankie’s long-suffering, deeply devoted crush. Bill is steady and sober; Frankie is frivolous and flaky. Or so they seem to each other, until the night of the annual inventory, when they’re trapped together in the Seasonal Gifts storeroom, with nothing but candy and peppermint schnapps to sustain them until they’re rescued. And then the real truths—and something definitely more intimate—emerge!


For the record, I don’t know how it happened—you know, how Frankie ended up sitting close to me on the packing case with his head virtually resting on my shoulder. There are several other packing cases he could have used.

Not that I’ve raised any complaint. He wriggles too much, but the pressure from his leg against my thigh, the soft brush of those fresh-smelling curls against my cheek, the brief gusts of breath on my neck when he turns his head….

No. No complaint. Maybe I’m already going stir-crazy.

“We should look for something to help us,” he says suddenly, jumping up so quickly the case rocks. “What’s in all the boxes? Not just baubles?”

“No. Um. There are other seasonal gifts. Candies. Chocolate. Toys.”

“Uh-huh.” Frankie’s rummaging through some of the boxes. “Food, that’s good. Though we should continue to hammer on the door every hour or so, in case someone comes by. We can’t afford to be left here overnight. The supplies may run out.”

“Supplies?” Overnight? I realize I have no idea how long we’ve been here so far. No clock, no cell phone, no concept of time passing. Should I have been logging the minutes with scratches on the wall?

“Are you panicking again?” he asks, a hand on my arm. “Look what I’ve found.”

I know it’s just a distraction technique, but I feel absurdly grateful. He has an open box of crispy chocolate Santas, and he’s shredding the paper off them like he’s stripping the whole cast of Magic Mike Live.

“Frankie, are you eating the stock?”

His words are mumbled around a Santa’s head. “Well, I don’t know about you and your fancy expense-account meals, Mr. Mason, but I’m starving. And I’d rather eat these than starve to death in a moldy old storeroom.”

“Starve to death?” I said he was melodramatic, didn’t I?

He gives one of those graceful shrugs but quickly drops his gaze to another box. “Oh my God, look what else is here!”

“The Healthier Living gingerbread house,” I read. There’s a huge box full of them between the baubles and the opened box of Santas.

“You know that range was never gonna sell, don’t you?” he says as he unwraps one.

“Oh yeah?”

He holds it up with fingertips, his pert little nose screwed up as if it’s something gruesome from a local dumpster. “That dull, muddy shade of cookie dough? Without any colored button sweets or marshmallow frosting? What fool thought that would attract customers at this time of year?”

Silence for an awkward second, probably as he realizes what he’s said.

“Me,” I say. “That fool would be me.”

“Oops. My big mouth again.”

“Inventory is a tricky system to get right,” I admit grudgingly. “Especially on stocking stuffers.”

“Heavens, yes. Finding goodies to stuff—” He pauses for a millisecond, a too-innocent gaze on me. “—into a stocking can so often be tricky.” And then he outright giggles.

Yes. Giggles. But this time I find I’m laughing in return. I don’t have to worry about disciplining an insolent employee: he isn’t criticizing or mocking me. And let’s face it, that innuendo came from me to start with.

Odd… but what a relief.

“Made you laugh,” he says, a little slyly.

“Yeah. Haven’t done that for a while.”

He nods. “It’s a stressful time of year. I get that.”

We’re quiet for a moment, but it’s comfortable. Frankie’s finishing off his third, maybe fourth, Santa as he shifts another couple of boxes from the stack behind. He gulps, and Santa’s chocolate boots vanish inside him.

I can’t stop staring. There’s a smear of chocolate on Frankie’s mouth. In the corner. Just in that little crease under his top lip….

“You want one?” he asks softly. His eyes are on mine. He must have seen me staring. “Um. A Santa, I mean?”

I clear my throat before answering. “What other options do I have?”

And didn’t that come out ambiguous.

Your Advent Calendar reads all wrapped up?!

2017 Advent Calendar Daily Delivery Package | Stocking Stuffers
The SALE price for Dreamspinner Press’s 2017 Advent Calendar package – with 31 stories / 400,000+ word romantic fiction “one story delivered each day of December” – ENDS TOMORROW!!!!! Don’t miss out!.

November* – $49.99
*Sale of packages for daily delivery ends Nov. 25.

Beginning December 1, stories will be available individually as priced or as a bulk package for $64.99.

With stories from (Me! 😉 ) and: Rick R. Reed Jaime Samms Amy Rae Durreson Brandon Witt Bru Baker C.l. Miles Chris Scully Chrissy Munder CJane Elliott Clare London Deanna Wadsworth @ElizabethColdwell @KimFielding Kris T. Bethke @CCBridgesKi Brightly C.S. Poe Jessica Payseur Ava Hayden Cassie Decker TJ NicholsCharles Payseur TA Moore Louisa Masters J. Alan Veerkamp Nell Iris A.D. Ellis- Author E.J. Russell Tami Veldura @KasperQuill @CMTaylor

BLURB: Sometimes it’s the little things that mean the most….

The holidays are a time when bigger often means better, and meals are huge, decorations are over-the-top, and elaborate gifts and grand gestures are one way to show affection. But beneath all the pomp and ceremony, after the grandiose presents have been unwrapped, the stocking stuffers are still waiting to add that final sparkle to the perfect celebration. Even the tiniest trinkets can be gems when they’re chosen with love, and like a good love story, they are held close to the heart and treasured for years to come. The festivities don’t have to end after the feasts and gift exchanges. Dig a little deeper for romantic stocking stuffers both naughty and nice.

Holiday reading fun! A story delivered automatically to your bookshelf each day in December. More than 400,000 words of romantic fiction in 31 stories that would sell individually for a total of $85.69. Buy the package early and save.