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Damn that was fast–Fall Down!

Good heavens, we just finished writing the blurb! And I just got an email saying “here’s your link on the Coming Soon page!”

That’s here at Dreamspinner (dances happily).

Here’s what Ginnifer and I came up with, plus a couple of opinions from Eden Winters and  Amelia Gormley. Whaddaya think?


Every night ski patrol Mark McAvoy relives the avalanche that took a life on his watch. Emotionally fragile and single by choice, he’s aghast at his friends’ taking charge of his social life. Hosting a potluck will at least provide him with a good meal.

Invited to the potluck on a whim, Allan Tengerdie catches Mark’s eye—and taste buds. This cuddly chef could be perfect for a lonely, too-thin skier; too bad Allan falls better than he skis. When Allan’s injured and frightened he’ll lose his catering company, he’s afraid to ask too much of a man he barely knows.

Mark wants to help but has his own problems. Was the avalanche a tragic accident or cold-blooded murder? His role in the inquiry leaves Mark in trouble at work, at the mercy of the law, and with too much time on his hands. If he clings tightly to Allan, will they be swept away together?

First edition published by Torquere Press (2010).

Bonus Story: Storm on the Mountain

A blizzard shuts down the ski resort, giving Mark a chance to show Allan he’s learned from his mistakes. Does he know Allan well enough now to say what’s in his heart?


Well, I’m all excited (ya think?), and hope a couple of you nice folks want to find out what happened to Mark, who really needed his own story after the events of Snow on the Mountain.

Storm is a Recommended Read!

Jessewave is a girl after my own heart — better late than never, and she’s posted her Recommended Reads for December, which ought to look equally good in February. I twirl because both my Storm on the Mountain and Eden Winter’s Match Before Christmas are on that list!

Storm is an especially appropriate read right now — Valentine’s Day approaches, which is the day of Mark and Allan’s snowy adventure.

Thanks to Wave and to Jenre, who reviewed.

Storm gets some love

Storm on the Mountain, my newest short, got some strokes over at Jessewave’s today. The thoughtful and eloquent Jenre reviewed, saying in part:

It’s more than just an add-on or a slice of life between Mark and Allan because we get to see some real progress in their relationship, and I enjoyed reading the story a great deal.

a href=”http://www.reviewsbyjessewave.com/?p=36913″ target=”_blank”>Read her entire review here.

Jenre’s been very supportive of the Mark/Allan dynamic, which I appreciate no end, having reviewed Fall Down the Mountain and Cross the Mountain as well.

Get your copy here.

8/26/11 Jessewave got hacked so links will be disabled until they are healed.

Whoot-worthy Reviews

Truly a red-letter day for me — two of my short stories received stellar reviews, one at Jessewave’s, and the other at Obsidian Bookshelf. *dances*

Jenre, who enjoyed Mark and Allan in a href=”http://www.reviewsbyjessewave.com/?p=25735″ target=”_blank”>Fall Down the Mountain, was pleased to see the boys return for another tale, and particularly liked that Allan had the point of view. Here’s a bit of what she had to say about Cross the Mountain:

The story has a nice balanced feel to it, with the first part focusing on the outdoor skiing and the second half showing the pair at home together afterwards. There’s a great, hot sex scene, but also an opportunity for tenderness between the pair that elevated the story from just being a sexy encounter.

This discerning reviewer gave the boys 4.25/5.  See the a href=”http://www.reviewsbyjessewave.com/?p=30089#more-30089″ target=”_blank”>entire review here.

8/26/11 Jessewave got hacked so links will be disabled until they are healed.

And more whootage — Val Kovalin at Obisidan Bookshelf greatly enjoyed 8 Seconds on the Mountain, giving it not just ‘Recommended Highly’ but selecting it for ‘Top Pick’ in the Wildfire newsletter for All Romance Ebooks. I am stunned.

This is a small part of what Val had to say about Kurt and Jake:

This story packs an unusual amount of action and suspense into what feels like a perfect short length. It is actually the fourth book in a series loosely connected by the same characters and settings, but you can read it as I did with no knowledge of the other books and still receive maximum entertainment. What elements didn’t work for me? No problems — it all worked for me.

See the entire review here.

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Free Read – Nothing But a Towel

This yummy man, a Mark-equivalent, was our prompt picture for the LJ party fic. I offered the pic, the readers offered the following prompt words, and this story was born.

Eden:  Slathered, licked, nom

Mara:  Hebe, rag-doll, model

Gabrielsknife:  sunlight,  wicker,  glass, chair

Angie: Nibble, Bits, Juicy


“Good?” Allan asked, enjoying the sight of long, lean Mark, no longer so very lean now that Allan had had five months to feed his lover up.

“Mmm, yes.” Mark had taken seconds of the fruit salad, stocking up on some carbs as usual before one of his long bike rides. “Ambrosial. Send Hebe by with some more nectar, please.” He held out his coffee cup and reached for his napkin. A dribble from the juicy cantaloupe escaped the corner of his mouth — Allan leaned down and licked it up.

Mark’s shift of position let the towel around his waist slip. He’d would soon be dressed in black spandex shorts and a colorful jersey, ready to do thirty miles of mountain roads, but right now he looked more like a model for Fieldcrest or Martex than Lance Armstrong, lounging there in the morning sunlight. Their third-floor apartment in the Wapiti Creek employee housing had an eastern exposure, making the small lanai the most inviting place for breakfast. Its double glass door had an interesting way of focusing the sun’s heat into the living room.

Mark leaned back in the wicker chair, and didn’t protest when Allan took his cup. Instead of offering more coffee, he leaned down again to nibble coffee-flavored lips. “Nom, nom,” he mumbled into Mark’s mouth. “You’re delicious.”

For that, he got pulled down into Mark’s lap. “So are you.” Long arms snaked around a middle that was noticeably leaner than the first time Mark had embraced him. Mark had this way of chasing him up hill and down dale on skis, bikes, and hiking trails, depending on the amount of snow still on the ground. The kisses were having an effect that Allan planned to take advantage of — bits of Mark had expanded against Allan’s hip in a way that couldn’t be explained by lavish meals. Tongue against tongue ensured that Allan was growing, too.

“Rather nice that they built the balcony with wide lumber,” Allan suggested between soft caresses.

“Buh?” wasn’t exactly what Mark replied, but if a picture was worth a thousand words, an action had to be worth double that. Allan slid off Mark’s lap, taking the towel with him.

“I don’t think anyone can see me, I mean.” And what Allan did next wasn’t meant to be seen, although Mark was hard put not to give anyone a great deal to hear. Lips wrapping around Mark’s hard shaft, Allan bobbed his head, sucking and licking in ways that he knew Mark loved, slathering him from balls to tip with moist pressure.

Swallowing the guttural moan that heralded his climax, Mark spurted into Allan’s mouth, and then collapsed backwards into the chair with all the muscle tone of a rag doll. “What you do to me,” he mumbled, his happy eyes nearly closed but still meeting Allan’s.

“Good warm-up for your ride?” Allan inquired from between Mark’s knees.

“Now I’m going to have spaghetti-legs for those hors categorie climbs.”

“I’d say ‘sorry’ but I’m not.” Allan struggled with the category one climbs, no matter how many gears his bicycle had. Mark stood on his pedals for the very steepest hills, but not for anything in categories one through three, and if Mark was reminded that lesser athletes couldn’t manage as well, that might mean an easier route when they went out together tomorrow. Allan leaned heavily on those legs to get back to his feet, bringing his groin near Mark’s face.

“Me, neither, really, but…” Mark looked up, a wicked smile on those sexy, wide lips. “Inside. Paybacks time!”