Nice and Snow – last chance for free draw TODAY

My new WITH A KICK story NICE AND SNOW is on offer this week at Chris’s fabulous blog and home of all linkity goodness, Stumbling Over Chaos.

Just leave a comment – AT CHRIS’ BLOG, NOT HERE *g* (use the LINK above) – to be entered for a chance to win a free copy.

LAST CHANCE TODAY DEC 11 heart
NiceAndSnow

An amusing, romantic and magical Christmas short story featuring Nuri and Eddy from A Twist and Two Balls

Nuri’s expecting a quiet Christmas, driving his cab, doing some studying, enjoying good food and drink – and devoting some serious loving to boyfriend Eduardo. Occasionally he misses his homeland of Turkey, but he’s content to share the London celebrations with Eddy.

But what with Eddy’s distress over his new role at the local comedy club, interference in their love life from Nuri’s irrepressible brothers, a disturbing number of costumed Santas on the street, the dangerous slush on the roads, and then the portly, bearded man dressed in red, in need of an urgent cab ride…

It doesn’t look like things will be that quiet after all!

 

Posted in soc

Nice and Snow – free draw at Stumbling Over Chaos

My new WITH A KICK story NICE AND SNOW is on offer this week at Chris’s fabulous blog and home of all linkity goodness, Stumbling Over Chaos.

Just leave a comment – AT CHRIS’ BLOG, NOT HERE *g* (use the LINK above) – to be entered for a chance to win a free copy. You have until FRIDAY DEC 11 to enter 🙂
NiceAndSnow

An amusing, romantic and magical Christmas short story featuring Nuri and Eddy from A Twist and Two Balls

Nuri’s expecting a quiet Christmas, driving his cab, doing some studying, enjoying good food and drink – and devoting some serious loving to boyfriend Eduardo. Occasionally he misses his homeland of Turkey, but he’s content to share the London celebrations with Eddy.

But what with Eddy’s distress over his new role at the local comedy club, interference in their love life from Nuri’s irrepressible brothers, a disturbing number of costumed Santas on the street, the dangerous slush on the roads, and then the portly, bearded man dressed in red, in need of an urgent cab ride…

It doesn’t look like things will be that quiet after all!

 

Posted in soc

Boys in Brief by Clare London – Last chance for free draw

My new collection of short stories  BOYS IN BRIEF is on offer this week at Chris’s fabulous blog and home of all linkity goodness, Stumbling Over Chaos.

LAST CHANCE TO BE ENTERED IN THE DRAW TO WIN IT ***TODAY***

Just leave a comment – AT CHRIS’ BLOG, NOT HERE *g* – to be entered for a chance to win a free copy. You have until FRIDAY DEC 4 to enter 🙂
BoysInBrief400

A collection of Clare London stories full of sweet, sexy romance, and boys seeking friendship, fun and inspiration.

Buy Links: amazon (your local store)
ALSO AVAILABLE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED

SALT ‘N VINEGAR

Brighton in the summer is a great place to be for a young, gay man looking for a good time with no strings. Psychology student Joe’s spending his uni vacation working in a chip shop with a succession of ever-worse punning names and picking up guys on the beach for casual hook-ups—but something makes him want to take it slow with gorgeous chip shop regular Steven.

The trouble is, Steven’s shy smile hides a dark secret, and his past is about to come back to bite them both.

THE BETTER PART

Chas’ growing up is fraught with trouble but it’s always been accompanied by his own irreverent humour and determination – and the continuing presence of his lifelong companion and friend, Adam. While Chas stumbles on through delights and disasters, life and love, Adam remains wise and supportive and… never changing.

DEEP COVER

Max is doing all the right things, as is his lovely girlfriend, Elisa. They don’t share a grand passion, but they know that they’re expected to get married, which would further Max’s military career, and secure Elisa’s social standing. Max does have one grand passion, though, for fellow soldier, Ryan. Will he live his life the way he wants, or will he and Elisa be forced to do what people expect?

DRESSING DOWN

When Joey takes his boyfriend Gaz to their friend Chris’ unruly “Tarts and Vicars” party, they cause an unholy stir. Why is Joey so proud of Gaz – why can’t their friend Vincenzo take his eyes off Gaz’s costume – why is Bren’s cousin Ginger so obsessed with waxing – who sat on the archbishop’s mitre – and just how much alcohol DID Chris put in the punch?

METHOD ACTING

A young man receiving the most intimate teaching from his mentor and crush… but in Gerald and Stephan’s hands, is that scene really what it seems?

Boys in Brief – Free Draw at Stumbling over Chaos

My new collection of short stories  BOYS IN BRIEF is on offer this week at Chris’s fabulous blog and home of all linkity goodness, Stumbling Over Chaos.

Just leave a comment – AT CHRIS’ BLOG, NOT HERE *g* – to be entered for a chance to win a free copy. You have until FRIDAY DEC 4 to enter 🙂
BoysInBrief400

A collection of Clare London stories full of sweet, sexy romance, and boys seeking friendship, fun and inspiration.

Buy Links: amazon (your local store)
ALSO AVAILABLE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED

  kindle-unlimited
qr code
SALT ‘N VINEGAR

Brighton in the summer is a great place to be for a young, gay man looking for a good time with no strings. Psychology student Joe’s spending his uni vacation working in a chip shop with a succession of ever-worse punning names and picking up guys on the beach for casual hook-ups—but something makes him want to take it slow with gorgeous chip shop regular Steven.

The trouble is, Steven’s shy smile hides a dark secret, and his past is about to come back to bite them both.

THE BETTER PART

Chas’ growing up is fraught with trouble but it’s always been accompanied by his own irreverent humour and determination – and the continuing presence of his lifelong companion and friend, Adam. While Chas stumbles on through delights and disasters, life and love, Adam remains wise and supportive and… never changing.

DEEP COVER

Max is doing all the right things, as is his lovely girlfriend, Elisa. They don’t share a grand passion, but they know that they’re expected to get married, which would further Max’s military career, and secure Elisa’s social standing. Max does have one grand passion, though, for fellow soldier, Ryan. Will he live his life the way he wants, or will he and Elisa be forced to do what people expect?

DRESSING DOWN

When Joey takes his boyfriend Gaz to their friend Chris’ unruly “Tarts and Vicars” party, they cause an unholy stir. Why is Joey so proud of Gaz – why can’t their friend Vincenzo take his eyes off Gaz’s costume – why is Bren’s cousin Ginger so obsessed with waxing – who sat on the archbishop’s mitre – and just how much alcohol DID Chris put in the punch?

METHOD ACTING

A young man receiving the most intimate teaching from his mentor and crush… but in Gerald and Stephan’s hands, is that scene really what it seems?

Posted in soc

Telltale – free draw at Stumbling over Chaos

My new short story TELLTALE is on offer this week at Chris’s fabulous blog and home of all linkity goodness, Stumbling Over Chaos.

Just leave a comment – AT CHRIS’ BLOG, NOT HERE *g* – to be entered for a chance to win a free copy. You have until NOVEMBER 20 to enter 🙂

PLEASE NOTE: Gothic horror, obsessive erotic love, gore, no HEA.

telltale-lgOutcast by his Victorian family because of his homosexual nature and disobedient ways, Nicholas Spencer is indentured as a secretary to a successful businessman, Simeon Allan. He’s no better in that job, but a relationship builds between him and Simeon, in which Simeon becomes his mentor and sexual master. However, Nicholas is still restless, looking for opportunities to indulge himself, rather than appreciating the sensitive but strong bond between him and Simeon.

When Simeon’s attractive nephew Benedict comes to stay, Nicholas loses all perspective in the name of what he believes is love. In his mind, the only thing that stands between him and the pursuit of that love is his possessive master, Simeon. Nicholas contemplates the most horrible action to gain his freedom, even though he fights his own conscience – and finds that the mind is a powerful foe.
Gothic Horror

Buy Link:  at your local amazon / ALSO AVAILABLE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED

  kindle-unlimited

Posted in soc

NO ANGEL – free draw at Stumbling Over Chaos

My novella NO ANGEL was released at Amber Allure this month.

It’s on offer this week at Chris’s fabulous blog Stumbling Over Chaos. Just leave a comment to be entered for a chance to win a free copy – you have until JULY 7 to enter.

Make sure you bookmark Chris’s blog, she always has fun and freebies going on :).

Felix’s life is full, juggling a supportive homelife for his disabled brother, a job as a care home assistant, a brand new boyfriend—and now he’s had his arse pinched by a lewd gay ghost on the late night bus!

If only that were the end of it. But Bryn the ghost follows him home and wheedles himself into Felix’s life. That includes sharing his shameless opinions on the patronising way Felix treats his brother, on how Felix should eat more food and put some flesh on his bones, and—worst of all—exactly how Felix should be getting down to it with his seriously sexy new boyfriend Mickey! And in between all that, Bryn finds time to leer at Felix himself and make outrageous suggestions on what they’d be doing if Bryn wasn’t…well…ghostly.

Felix considers he’s a tolerant guy. But the last thing he needs now is to get wrapped up in the mystery of a missing teenage girl, the inhabitants of a local squat, and conversations with a fire-and-brimstone old preacher. Yet with a nudge or six from Bryn, the help of his brother Patrick, and some cosy loving from Mickey, Felix starts to wonder how he ever thought his life was busy before!

Genres: Gay / Paranormal / Ghosts / Hauntings / Voyeurism
Heat Level: 2
Length: Extended Novella (40k words)

****
EXCERPT:

…It wasn’t that Felix had never been touched up, because he had. He was attractive enough, right? But first, it had been a long time since anyone had bothered. Second, it happened in the small hours of a Friday morning, and lastly—and perhaps most importantly—it was on an all-night London bus where he appeared to be the only conscious passenger.

It was a bloody fierce pinch of his arse, too, gripping a good sized part of his buttock and making an impression right through his jeans. Felix gave a shout of surprise and jerked upright in his seat, peering around for the culprit. The only other person in the back of the bus with him was a very old man with his eyes shut, snoring fitfully on the other side of the aisle. His cheek was squashed up against the window and he clutched a half-filled cup of muddy-looking liquid to his chest. A ragged dog slept equally as soundly at his feet, its front paws stretched out from under the seat. As Felix glared suspiciously at the pair of them, the old man slumped down even farther and snored even more loudly. His cup tipped forward and a trail of cold tea dribbled onto the floor. Felix wrinkled his nose. The old guy smelt dreadful—a mixture of stale urine and the fuel-and-filth smell of living on the streets. What’s more, he didn’t look like he’d be conscious any time soon, let alone try groping anyone.

Felix frowned and leaned back again. The bus shuddered to a halt at a stop about a mile before his flat. No one else got on. He wouldn’t normally be travelling at this early hour—his night shift at the care home usually ran through to seven thirty—but Mrs. Edwards had let him leave early as he’d pulled a double shift twice during the week. So who else would be on the bus at two in the morning? He remembered a group of snickering teenagers on their way home from a club, but they’d left at the last stop. There’d been a couple of pretty young women, too, but they’d gone just before the snickerers, and besides, he knew without a doubt the pinch had come from a male hand. He couldn’t have explained how he knew, but he did. And so did his buttock, which still throbbed from the attack. But there was no one else he could see within pinching distance.

“Oi!” he said aloud, then felt idiotic talking into the silence.

If the driver heard him, he’d be turned off the bus as a drunk. Opposite him, the old man snorted into the worn seat cover and the dregs of his tea plopped onto the floor of the bus. There was no other sound apart from the hissing squeal of the bus’s brakes as it pulled away again from the stop.

Felix tried another low “Hello?”, then glanced around quickly. Nothing moved. No sheepish kid stuck out his tongue, no passing party-goer waved hands at him that had been way too free on his arse already. “Well…just watch out,” he said gruffly, self-consciously, hardly believing he was talking to himself on the bus like one of the nutters who sat next to him so often.

::You felt it! Didn’t you?::

Felix opened his mouth to reply, then closed it again, not sure whether he’d really heard something. What or who was he replying to? He couldn’t see where any voice had come from. A shiver ran down his back.

::You heard me, see? Say something, boy. Tell me you heard me. Come on! Hell’s bells, man, do you know how important this is?::

Felix grimaced and glanced back over at the old man. He was still doing a better impression of a corpse than a ventriloquist. The driver had his back to Felix and was right at the other end of the bus. And there was no one else in sight.

But he could still hear The Voice. A bold cadence to the words, a Welsh lilt of an accent. In his head…