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You are among the first to hear the news!

Actually, all the neighbors knew first, since the windows were open and I shrieked at the top of my lungs, but I just got the word that Torquere wants Cross the Mountain! That acceptance letter feeling never gets old.

This is a follow-up story with Mark and Allan, the couple from Fall Down the Mountain. This time it’s told from Allan’s point of view, and should give a little more insight into his character. A pub date hasn’t been mentioned yet, but I’ll share that when I know.


Free Read — Dinnertime

Fall Down the Mountain

No longer willing to be a vacation plaything, ski patrol Mark McAvoy longs for stability and love. But caught up in a grand jury investigation and suspended from his job, can Mark offer injured chef Allan Tengerdie more than help in the kitchen?

This little tidbit is a bit of follow-up to the novel, and was first seen on the Torquere social list, but it was too much fun to let slip into the ether.


“Mmm, seduction food.” Mark inhaled deeply over Allan’s shoulder, his face bathed in the steam from the pot. Chunks of chicken and vegetables released a savory fragrance as Allan stirred sour cream into the pungent orange sauce. “You must want the extra-special lovin’ tonight.” He slipped his arms around the chef’s middle and nuzzled his neck.

“Always.” Allan turned and kissed Mark’s forehead. “Toss the salad while I drain the noodles, okay?”

Mark feigned shock. “Now? In the kitchen? Before we eat?”

“With the tongs, you meshuggener.” Allan thumped the top of Mark’s head gently with the serving implement.

Mark laughed deep in his throat and didn’t let go. “Sounds kinky.”

“The green stuff.” Allan twisted in Mark’s embrace and put his arms over his lover’s shoulders. “In the bowl. Part of dinner.” He pulled Mark down enough to meet those wide, sensuous lips with his own.

“Damn, when you offered EF or FF, and I said ‘Both,’ I thought this was what you meant.” Warm hazel eyes danced with the joke.

“You can’t do both.” Allan slipped his tongue into Mark’s mouth, stroking softly, but Mark pulled back.

Reaching into the pot, Mark dipped his finger into the sauce, then drew a paprika-flavored line over Allan’s mouth. Slowly he cleaned it off, with nibbles and licks, making Allan pull closer against his lover’s body — tall, fit, and still too thin, though that was improving with every good meal. Again Mark dipped into the sauce and painted Allan’s lips.

“Are you absolutely sure?”

Cover – Fall Down the Mountain

I am so excited! My new novel, Fall Down the Mountain, which will be out in June, now has a face!  Alessia has outdone herself here. I put the cover on my desktop, which for some reason cropped it, so I’m getting a close-up of the fellas kissing, which makes me go “aw”. The man on the right I’ve decided is Allan. He has his eyes closed, and he’s got the best eyelashes. The other man has phantom trees like ski goggles, and he’s taller, so he must be Mark.

Fall Down the Mountain cover