I’m now a MLR Author!


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sssshilohI wrote a short story for MLR’s Unspoken Language call and it got accepted. I’m still waiting on the contract, but I hope this is the start of a long relationship with ManLoveRomance Press. Faeted is a historical fantasy romance between a candle maker and a fairy.

I’ve already started writing my next story. It is a paranormal romance retelling of the battle between Theseus and the Minotaur. Yes, mythology is sexy! Are you familiar with the legend of Theseus? You can take a quiz here.

Here is a snippet from my work in progress titled Minotaur’s Secret.

1639704450The shadowy figure drew closer until Theseus clearly saw his naked body aside from a loincloth covering, from the size of the bulge, an impressive cock. The man stood two heads taller than himself. It was a remarkable height and yet he looked far from spindly. Every inch of his body was corded with thick muscle, putting Theseus’s own toned physique to shame. His thighs were but twigs in comparison to the stranger’s trunk sized thighs.

“Do you know who I am now, Theseus?”

“No.” If he had heard of this striking man before he would have remembered his name.

“I am the Minotaur.”

“You are the Minotaur?” Theseus sputtered. Now he knew it had to be a joke. He was supposed to fight a monster, not the most handsome man he had ever met.

Their eyes locked. “Yes.” He paused and then said, “I will not hurt you.”

With his bulging biceps and ripped core, he looked like he could take him with one hand tied behind his back. If the man turned violent, Theseus doubted his mere sword and shield would be enough to save him.

“What is it that you want from me?”

“What do I want from you? You are the one invading my liar. I would ask you that same question, but your mission was clear.”

When the music in #starbucks is a little odd it’s hard to write #gay romance!



It’s Sunday and I’ve been at Starbucks for about an hour. After waiting through wave after wave of coffee drinkers the place is now almost empty and boy is the music weird. It’s almost Dylan/60’s/trance/folk music. I have no idea even what that is! I just know it doesn’t make me want to write hot sweaty guy sex. LOL!

So what’s new in the publishing world? It’s been a heck of year in the past little while. I miss Samhain, All Romance Ebooks, Torquere, and Secret Cravings to name a few. We could really use some GOOD news in this industry and I’m hoping that in 2017 we will yet turn the corner for the better.

Yesterday I was a panelist at a writer’s group talking about my writing process (such as it is!). If you take a pantster, wind her up and let her go, that’s me! I think of my characters are bumper car drivers who are going to crash into each other and smash things up on the page. I suppose I’m not the most tender author (LOL!) but with hot sweaty sex on the agenda it’s not required IMO.

Speaking of hot sweaty sex I don’t know how I got myself into reading a book this long but I’m currently part way through The Danger in Daring a Lady by Emma Locke https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28236193-the-danger-in-daring-a-lady and the heroine just had some humpty frottage on the hero while the carriage was moving. Fun! I was happy to see some added friction on the page *grins* but I keep hoping I’ll reach the … uh… .climax! If you know what I mean!!

Happy Monday everyone.



P.S. Here is the cover for the latest issue of Sexy to Go – Gay Romance – available April 1st. (Or now for pre-order)

Gay Couple Love Home Concept

Kiss Me, I’m Irish – Join the Party & Win Prizes!


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This St.Patrick’s Day (okay it’s after St. Patrick’s Day, but it’s still March) celebrate by coming to the “Kiss Me I’m Irish” FB party and have fun with some amazing authors you love, plus meet some new ones while you’re there. There will be lots of PRIZES, including a KINDLE eREADER, as well as AMAZON GIFT CARDS, and some FUN SWAG!

Here’s the link to the event. Hope to see you there! PS. It starts at 12pm Eastern time.



jocelyn dex, paranormal romanceHappy Friday!

Throwing Spagetti on the Wall


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sssshilohI’ve been writing a lot more lately. I’m pushing myself. I’ve also published more, and have switched to using Pronoun. I love that it gives ebooks professional formatting at the click of a button. I also love that authors get 70% from Amazon even if books are less than $2.99. Who wouldn’t want more money, right?

I’ve come to the conclusion that I censor myself too much, delete too much. I’ve stopped doing that and the stories are flowing. I’m getting to The End faster. And when I send it to my critique partners I have yet to get a “this stinks” response which I find encouraging.

I guess I’m throwing spaghetti on the wall. I want to see what sticks. The more backlist you have the more chance you have at making money. And every penny matters to me right now. I used to look down on the authors who had a giant backlist and all the publishing dates seemed close together. I wondered how they could write quality books so quickly. Yes, some of them were republishing books they received the rights to, so they weren’t publishing all new stuff. But now I get it. I get how it feels like to publish quickly and often. To tell you the truth? I love it.

In other news, I had to verify my Amazon account again. Not sure why after I’ve been a verified author for so long. Pretty painless though after a week an Amazon employee went in and manually approved me without any further questions. Whew.


If you could change one thing…?


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I’m knee deep in a time travel manuscript at the moment, and loving the story that’s developing, even as I’m bending my brains with the science of it. The premise is simple. The heroine, Juliet, does something that changes everything. Not just her life, but hundreds of people’s. That’s the tricksy part about time travel, you see. Tiny changes in the past can have massive impacts in the future.

This song fits the theme perfectly.



It got me thinking. If you could go back and change one thing, just one thing, what would it be?

The guy you dated when you were sixteen, because you were too insecure to say no to him?

The dead-end job you took, that you knew you hated on the day you started there?

The kid you were mean to at school, when it wouldn’t have cost you anything to be kind instead?

Or the night you decided not to buy a Lotto ticket and that store produced a jackpot winner?


What do you wish you could change?



St. Patty’s Day, Jack’s House Publishing, Carina Press, and Other News…


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It’s March! Which means it’s St. Patrick’s Day, the day where everyone is a ittle Irish…

Ha! Ha! Ha! Yeah, yeah, I’m of Scottish descent. But it won’t stop me from hoisting a pint. Maybe because I have such awesome news to celebrate. What? I don’t get to celebrate a new contract for at least a month? Okay. Fine. But just to catch those of you up who may have missed it…

Jack’s House Publishing has acquired the first two books of a new historical erotic romance series from me! The first book in The Lustful Lords series will come out later this year, The Hand-Me-Down Countess. What starts as an unwanted marriage of convenience for the headstrong Lady Theodora Lawton and confirmed rake, Lord Achilles Denton, Earl of Stonemere, morphs into a marriage based on love and mutual respect.

Do you write sexy contemporary or historical romance? Do you want to know more about what we’re looking for at Jack’s House Publishing? Our publisher, Marie Force, a New York Times bestselling author in her own right, has laid it all out in a new Q&A that demystifies the submission and acquisition process. Read Marie’s Q&A here.

You should also know that Carina Press is hiring freelance content and developmental editors! This happens once a year as far as I know, so if you are or want to be an editor follow the link and get the details. 🙂

And, last but not least, Mergers & Acquisitions has re-launched with a new cover. If you haven’t picked up this hot little read, you should do it today. It’s only $0.99!

Shannon Pearce is an acquisitions specialist who helps businesses buy other businesses. Her latest project has left her fantasizing about her provocative client. After closing the deal successfully, she is faced with another proposition of a very personal nature.

Dalton Granger can’t get his very sexy acquisition specialist out of his head. For weeks he has been tormented by the idea of not only having her in his bed but also at his mercy. What Dom doesn’t fantasize about a sensual, submissive woman? But, can she let go long enough to relax and give him the control he craves? If she does, will she dance along the edge of passion with him and push her own boundaries or cling to the power she’s worked so long to gain?

So, now that you’re all caught up, be sure to follow me online to keep up with the latest. 🙂

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Everything’s better with #Bacon and #sexytogo


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I have this sign sitting on my desk at work that says “Bacon makes everything better.” Some folks pick up the sign and declare their bacon love right then and there and then I know we are bacon siblings. Everybody loves bacon. I consider myself a baconarian, which is sort of like a vegetarian only the diet includes bacon!

The subject of bacon came up on a Facebook post this weekend where Louisa Bacio – who is one of our Sexy to Go authors – asked whether people liked their bacon extra crispy (American style) or barely cooked. I of course replied that only Hempler’s bacon will do. If you’ve had Hempler’s bacon you must surely agree with me! It the YUM! If you’ve never had it or they don’t sell it at the deli case in your local grocery store, then I has the sadz for you because you’re really missing out!

Speaking of missing out, if you read M/M romance, don’t miss the next Sexy to Go release on April 1st. We’ve got some terrific stories – everything from fantasy to romantic to hot and heavy hookups and more! Here’s the cover, and it is yummy, but it still can’t hold a candle to bacon IMO LOL!!!!

Here’s more about the book:


Sexy to Go Gay Romance features nine scorching hot MM romances to make your blood sing. Whether finding love at a Jewish singles dance or while crossing the River Styx, these men remind us that love is always worth fighting for, no matter what the cost. Meet a handyman who’s an ace with his tools, a king who kindles the passion of a Greek god, and an architect who erects more than buildings. From the everyday to the fantastical, these stories explore male-male love in all its simmering intensity.


Matzo Ball by Avery Duran

When Jacob’s outgoing best friend talks him into attending a party for Jewish singles, neither man realizes that it’s not a gay event. Things go from bad to worse when Jacob’s friend doesn’t show up. The night turns around when Jacob befriends Ian, a sexy bartender. After a spectacular kiss good night, they go their separate ways. But Jacob can’t forget the chemistry he shared with Ian, and hungers for more. In a city the size of New York, will these men be able to find their way back to each other?


Styx & Stone by Leigh Ellwood

What’s the afterlife really like? Charon the ferryman knows the River Styx like the back of his hand, and he enjoys giving newly departed Stone the full tour.


First Swallow of Spring by Asta Idonea

The first swallow of spring draws Seanán back to the fae circle each year, where he dances with the handsome fae lord, Iorweth. He knows the four rules he must follow if he wishes to be free to leave at the end of the night; however, Iorweth is growing ever more inventive in his attempts to trick Seanán into breaking them.


How Hercules Got His Bruise by Eva Lefoy

Hercules might have completed his 12 labors and become immortal, but he’s still not out to himself. Until he meets Sisyphus, a man who turns him on in ways not even a goddess can compete with. When Zeus threatens to destroy their new bond, Hercules must again rise to the challenge, this time to protect his right to love a man.


Loggerhead by Dale Lowry

Soon after they fall in love, Jake makes Eric a promise inspired by an old track uniform. But demanding work schedules at Jake’s four-star restaurant and Eric’s newspaper keep them from following through. Six years later, they take the honeymoon they never had, heading to the Florida coast in search of sea turtles – and rekindling their passion for each other in the process.


Handyman by Jodi Payne

Danny is haunted by memories of his ex, Peter, who moved out six months ago. He recognizes just how bad off he is when he wakes up to a flood in his condo, a problem Peter would have adeptly handled. Danny can’t find the insurance paperwork, he doesn’t know who he should call first, and he’s about ready to strangle his stoner neighbors. His day starts looking up, though, when the workmen arrive to deal with the water, replace his breaker box and demolish the soaked ceiling. Ken, a handyman, shows up to handle the drywall, but can Danny handle Ken?


Clipped Wings by Shiloh Saddler

When a male swan shifter is captured by a cruel master he develops feelings for another male slave. The master has plans for the shifter that go against every fiber of his being. Will the two men bow down to their station in life or take flight to keep their love alive?


Rebuilding the Future by Sam Thorne

Allen’s peace has been seriously disturbed. As the shy architect takes on the task of extending the home he inherited from his late aunt, his life becomes a battle. The building work is going fine, but he can barely contain his one-way lust for sexy foreman Declan, who’s a one-man generator of testosterone and mixed messages. As the build completion approaches, Allen’s ready to do just about anything to keep Declan around a little longer…


Man in the Mirror by A.E. Wasp

A companion story to the Paper Hearts novel, Man in the Mirror is the first short in a new erotic series set in the world of the Veterans Affairs books.

Benny hasn’t let Mikey see him naked in a week, will barely let Mikey touch him. Mikey’s going to get to the bottom of the issue if it takes all night.



From How Hercules Got His Bruise by Eva Lefoy


Early morning found Hercules at the edge of the driest, least hospitable spot on Earth. A desert so far in the middle of nowhere, not many had ever passed through. As the sun beat down mercilessly on the parched dry soil, not a bird’s trill came to his ears. But he did hear one sound that repeated itself over and over. A scraping, rolling, and grunting came from up ahead. From this distance, he could just make out the figure of a man toiling with a giant rock at least ten times his size on a steep slope. Intrigued by the feat of strength, Hercules quickened his steps.

As he neared, the image enlarged, filing his vision with a sight so wondrous he dropped his parcel and watched, riveted. The man before him must be Sisyphus, but it wasn’t the Sisyphus he’d imagined. Far from a spindly, weak, lazy former ruler, the goliath pushing the boulder was neither pampered nor soft. He wore only a thin loincloth stretched across rounded tight buttocks. Underneath the fabric, thick muscles moved and bunched as Sisyphus bent to his task, both feet braced on the mountain. Above the finely sculpted ass, a narrow waist and sensuously curved back supported shoulders nearly as massive as Hercules’ own. The corded muscles in these quivered as Sisyphus wrapped his arms around the boulder and heaved. Hercules drew his breath and held it, mildly aware of a tingling low in his groin, as Sisyphus began his uphill journey.

Minutes stretched into hours as Hercules stood mesmerized, forgetting the heat, forgetting his thirst, focused only on Sisyphus’s supple grunting form as he pushed and rested, pushed and rested his way up the slope. About halfway up Sisyphus stopped, bracing the boulder against the side of the hill with a smaller rock that didn’t even appear large enough to hold its weight. But Sisyphus apparently knew what he was doing. He turned, leaned his back against the boulder, and wiped his brow. Then he lifted his face toward the sky.

For the first time, Hercules took in the full glory of Sisyphus. “Oh my god. He’s beautiful.” Pectorals swollen with work stood out proudly from his chest, leaving no flat planes from shoulder to shoulder. Effort-hardened biceps curved in muscular cascades from shoulder caps to elbows, tapering into thick forearms. Beneath his chest, six rows of abdominals rippled proudly with each breath and Hercules found his mouth watering at such perfection.

Even Sisyphus’ tree-trunk thighs were stunning. Each of his sculpted quadriceps bulged, competing with the others for space in a riot of masculine fervor. Hercules couldn’t help imagining those thunderous thighs trembling in passion, couldn’t stop himself from picturing what lay underneath Sisyphus’ loincloth nor what his groans of release might sound like.


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32 Books for 99 Cents! #pnr #uf #fridayreads


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Happy Friday!

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That’s what I’ve been doing today, rocking out at the annual Homegrown music festival in Wellington, NZ. It’s a pretty cool event, with six sound stages from Dub ‘n’ Roots, to Electronica and the Rock Stage. Every act comes from NZ, hence the homegrown name. Geddit?




Three sessions stood out for me today. I baked in the scorching sunshine and ate ice cream while dancing to Tomorrow People. I watched an odd, but fascinating jazz-rap fusion band (Raw Collective), and I rocked out to NZ’s favourites, The Feelers. I’m slightly deaf, croaky when I speak, and have pink shoulders (despite sunblock!), but it was a pretty awesome day, and I look forward to going again next year.


It seems fitting that I should finally write and publish my hot rockers romantic suspense series. Lying in Shadows, the first in the Event Horizon series was released a week ago, and on March 10, the next in series comes out. This second book (Two Nights in Houston) is a romantic novella to fill the gap until the next in series comes out later this year. I wrote it to give closure to one couple from Lying in Shadows, but it works pretty well as a standalone too.

Hope you like the excerpt.

I’m off to put up my feet for a while 🙂


Two Nights in Houston (Event Horizon 1.5)



Rock God Alex is in love with Sylvie, the bass guitarist in his band. Alex longs to tell her how he feels, but with the change and tragedy that have shaken her world, it never feels like the right time.

Event Horizon’s two-night layover in Houston could either be the perfect opportunity, or the mistake that pushes her away.


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Chapter One

Uh oh. Any minute now, there’d be an explosion. And it wouldn’t be pretty.

Alex doodled a picture of a bomb on the pad in front of him and stretched a thick black fuse from the centre, while he flicked a sideways glance at Sylvie. Her mouth a tight line, she curled one hand into a fist on the table. He sketched a match with a flame at the end and started the countdown in his head.

The latest hapless reporter at the press conference gushed some more. “So tell me, Sizzle—may I call you Sylvie?”


“You can call me Sizzle.”


The reporter continued, undaunted. “There are rumours about your relationship with the other band members. One in particular.”


Sylvie arched one eyebrow and fixed the journalist with a stare that could form icicles. “Really?”


Cameras flashed, as they jostled for position, waiting to see her reaction. The reporter pressed on. “Is there anything between you and AJ? As the new bass player in his band, you must spend a lot of time with him.”


Silence reigned, as Sylvie stiffened her back and raised her chin. On Alex’s other side, rhythm guitarist Charlie snorted with laughter that he managed to turn into a cough. Alex trailed a biro line from the match flame. Any second now…

“AJ and I have an excellent working relationship.”

He bent his head, ready to hide his grin.

“I believe that’s what I said in yesterday’s press conference, too,” said Sylvie. The press guys waited. “And you know what? I said that in the conference last week. And the week before.”

Alex doodled a tiny heart. God, she was sexy when she was angry.

“And I’ll say it again next week, until you eventually listen. Hello, can anyone actually hear me?” she said.


The band manager, Frankie, shifted in his seat.

Sylvie hardened her voice. “AJ and I are just friends. I’ll spell it for you.” And she did just that.

Alex drew another heart next to the first, then scribbled rapidly over both of them. Stupid git.

Frankie cleared his throat and squirmed some more. Alex didn’t know why Frankie got so stressed. It wasn’t as though Syl’s outburst would have any adverse effects on their publicity or the album sales. The Event Horizon comeback tour would make them even more massive than they were.

Sylvie paused, and Frankie leapt in. “Are there any questions for the other band members?”

A ferret-faced guy stuck his hand in the air. “A question for AJ. How are you finding it, performing with Sizzle on bass instead of your late brother, Sam?”

Here we go. Alex leaned closer to the mic and produced a smile. “We’re all very pleased Sizzle joined the band. She’s a great addition.”

Ferret-face pushed further. “It’s not even two years since he died. You must miss him.”

Stupid question. “He was my little brother. I miss him every day, but I’m dealing with it.”

A busty blonde came next. “I have a question for Charlie.” She played with her hair. “You’ve only got two nights in Houston, so how do you rate the girls here, Charlie? Prettier than Dallas?”

Alex sat back and watched his best friend answer. “If you’re an example of a Houston chick, then yeah. You blow Dallas into the dust, baby.” Her excited squeal brought a wicked smile to his face. “You doing anything later, gorgeous?” he asked.

The conference was almost finished. Mick, the drummer, answered a few questions in his usual laid-back way; Frankie reminded everyone of the next few venues; and then the pretty girl doing PR rambled about backstage passes and VIP tickets.

Alex blanked it all out, intent on watching Sylvie without her noticing. Her temper leashed again, she maintained a polite facade, although she sat on the edge of her chair as though planning to flee at any moment. Clouds of dark hair tumbled down her back, and he longed to run his fingers through it. What would he give, to wake with her nestled against his chest, her hair spread across his pillow? Yeah, right. The last thing Syl needed was Alex chasing after her.

His mind leapt back to a freezing February afternoon on the beach near his remote North Wales home, six months ago. Sylvie was in his arms, after she’d agreed to join the band. He promised he’d wait for her, however long it took. They never referred to that conversation since. He began to wonder if he dreamed it.

One thing was for sure. With each day that passed, Sylvie being in a real relationship with him seemed more unlikely to happen.


#Writing Productivity and Self-Diciplne


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sssshilohFebruary has been an amazing month for me writing wise. It is the shortest month of the year and I’ve written 38,500 words. I have completed four new projects. Two of these projects were short stories and the other two were novellas. Three of the four were for calls. Nothing can inspire a story like a publisher’s call!

I have always wanted to be productive daily. I’ve envied the authors who could continually make a large word count day after day. I have recently realized the secret. The secret to productivity is self-disciple AND knowing what you are going to write. The second part was often my problem in the past. I wanted to write daily but I didn’t have a clear vision of what. That would end with me staring at a blank Word document twiddling my thumbs. Even freewriting didn’t get my must going because I didn’t have a project to get to.

As I mentioned above, I finished projects for three calls. In the process, I’ve gotten in the habit of sitting at the computer and at least finishing one chapter a day. Over the past week, I have actually gotten into the habit of writing at least 2k a day. Not quite NaNoWriMo pace but I’m hoping I’ll get there.

I plan to try to continue this habit. I have already chosen another call to write for. After I finish that I’m diving into a story I will probably self-pub. The good news is that the story is outlined chapter by chapter. So when I come to that project and I sit down to write the day’s chapter I won’t be stuck. I will have a plan. I even have that plan written out and sitting in front of me. It reminds me I should be working.

I feel as if I’ve unlocked the key to the future I’ve always wanted. I’ll let you know how March’s productivity goes. I’m starting a new project tomorrow.