A few of my older stories are coming out of contract soon, which means they’ll no longer be on sale until such time as I get around to either flogging ‘em somewhere else or self-publishing them (don’t hold your breath for that one! )
So it’s last call for the following:
Available until 30th June from Torquere: Epiphany
When Vinnie spots a young British man, Gray, looking lost on a New York street, he thinks he’s never seen anyone so beautiful. He can hardly believe his luck when it seems that Gray feels the same way.
One steamy afternoon later, Vinnie is on top of the world. But are there things that Gray just hasn’t been telling him?
This one is, in many ways, a precursor to Muscling Through – it’s got a similar relationship dynamic – but set in the US, so you can have a good giggle at my take on a blue-collar New York accent.
Available until 31st July from Dreamspinner Press: Batteries Not Included and Dulce et Decorum Est:
How would you react if you woke up one morning to find you were in bed with your favorite pop star? More to the point: how would the pop star react?
Sam’s celebrity crush, Cain Shepney, isn’t so pleased to wake up with a stranger, but that’s far from the worst shock the day has in store for them both! Sam’s used to his mother messing with his love life, but this time, Lilith may really have gone too far…
an amusing, dream-come-true story, with an unusual twist… A very good read – Brief Encounters
This was in a Dreamspinner Advent Calendar, so that’s another generic cover there – don’t take it as a clue to the contents! And yes, that name is a deliberate nod to a certain gay pop star everyone was gushing over at the time I wrote the story, but the character Cain isn’t actually based on the man in question (because I know nothing about him!) A daft little tale with a touch of the paranormal that’ll hopefully leave you with a smile on your face.
The First World War cast a long shadow, and in the winter of 1920 it’s still at its darkest. When solicitor’s clerk George Johnson moves into new digs, he’s instantly attracted to friendly fellow lodger Matthew Connaught, who lost an arm in the Great War.
As the two become inseparable, George begins to wonder whether it’s just friendship that Matthew feels for him, or something more. And if it’s something more… can George risk a revelation of his shameful past?
Merrow writes the stiff upper lip and youthful breeziness of English young men very well…Highly recommended. – Speak its Name
Ah, how little I knew of titles and covers in those days. Bung a cat on it, I said. People like cats… (There is, actually, a cat in a prominent role in the story, but I’m fairly confident most people reading this genre are in it for the men, not the cats. Correct me if I’m wrong).