Release Day for the Men In Uniform Anthology from Torquere Press!


The day has come! The Men In Uniform are finally here!

My story, “What Can Brown Do For You?” has been unleashed upon the world!

Please check it out here. And if you’d like more stories featuring hot hunks in uniform, try the entire anthology!

Also, check out my release day interview over at The Purple Rose Tea House. It was a blast answering all of Charlie’s fun questions.

Happy Reading!


“That can be arranged.” Flash Fiction for Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads


“You’re still here?” I stopped at the door to Mark’s office, a stack of files in my arms. “I thought I was the only one dumb enough to leave these until the end of the month.”

He looked up from the pile of papers on his desk with a weak smile. His typically bright blue eyes were dark and puffy. “Nope. Just as dumb.” He glanced at the clock on the wall. It read seven-thirty. “I haven’t even had dinner yet.”

Poor guy. He looked exhausted. He had been the new guy before I got hired, and he had helped me out more than anyone else had bothered to in the firm. I figured he was merely being nice, but I hoped there was more to it. I had a bit of a crush on him.

“I have some leftover Kung Pao in the fridge.” I shifted the files to rest against my hip.

“Really?” He perked up.

I nodded.

“What do you want for it?”

His question surprised me. I couldn’t tell if he was being flirty, but decided to take a chance. “I’ve been on my feet all day. I could really use a foot massage.”

He ran a hand through his hair and grinned. “That can be arranged. And maybe if I do a good job, you’ll give me a neck rub?”

My night just got ten times better. I chuckled. “Deal.”

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“What’s that smell?” Honorable Mention in Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads Flash Fiction Contest

ThursThreads HM I received Honorable Mention for my entry in Siobhan Muir’s weekly flash fiction contest #ThursThreads. The prompt required the story to include “what’s that smell?”

And voila!

“What’s that smell?” Jason said, wrinkling up his nose as he walked into the kitchen. He threw his briefcase on the table and pulled at the knot of his tie.

Karl pursed his lips as he stirred the contents of the steaming pot. He should have known Jason wouldn’t take to his experimenting. “It’s cabbage stew. And it’s your dinner.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Jason smirked and removed his suit jacket, tossing it over his briefcase.

“Don’t start with me, mister.” It had been a long day. Karl quickly realized he was not cut out for this stay-at-home husband thing. It had only been three days since his layoff and he was already going insane.

Jason came up behind him and grabbed his hips. “Baby, you know how much it turns me on when you go all angry parent on me.”

Karl shook his head. “You’re sick.”

Jason chuckled against Karl’s hair, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “Love-sick,” he whispered.

Karl sighed. “How the hell do you do that?”

“What?” he replied, swaying back and forth, moving Karl with him.

“Go from being a jerk to a sweetheart in less than sixty seconds.”

Jason turned Karl around to face him and grinned. “I’ll tell you how over pizza at Gino’s.”

Karl laughed. Getting out of the house sounded wonderful. “Fine.”

Jason gave him a quick kiss. “Let’s find you a job. You must be miserable if you’re making cabbage stew.”

Karl smiled. “Thank you.”


Check out all the entries here.


Catch Up Flash Fiction

I neglected to post my entry into Siobhan Muir’s Thursday Threads flash fiction contest on April 17, 2014.

If you haven’t checked out the contest yet…what are you waiting for? It’s loads of fun and a good way to stretch your writing repertoire.

Here is my entry:

Kevin grabbed James’s arm as the perpetrator walked across the student union. Kevin hesitated, awestruck by the granite-like bicep under his grip.

James leaned in close. “Is that him?”

Kevin gulped. He could smell the coconut in James’s shampoo. He wanted to move closer, but he shook off the thought. “Yeah. That’s the guy who stole my laptop.”

“Let me at him!” James punched the palm of his hand with his knuckles, and moved to take off.

Kevin stood in his way. “No. You can’t!”

“Why not?” James furrowed his brow. It was adorable.

“Because I won’t have you kicked out of school on account of this.”

“He stole your laptop. I have to do something.”

“I know you want to, but I’ll file a police report.”

“What if he sold it or f-d it up?”

“I’ll deal with it. The laptop’s not important. Not as important as having you as my roommate.”

James smiled and threw an arm around Kevin’s shoulders, hauling him up next to his hard frame. “I like having you as a roommate, too. “ He looked toward the offender who was ordering a cup of coffee. “It still kills me to see him getting away with it, if only for now. He’s so smug.”

“We’ll see about that.”


“I kinda set a booby trap in case it ever got stolen.”


Kevin nodded shyly. “Let’s get some lunch and I’ll tell you about it.”


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