The Sensual World of Stephani Hecht

Because I Thought We Could All Use A Happy Moment

2012-02-09T01:39:00.000-05:00

With all the nastiness that has gone on this past week, I thought that maybe it wold be nice to see that true love does conquer all.

"Uncomfortable" = Discrimination

2012-02-03T18:38:00.000-05:00

I am sure many of you have heard the huge debate going on over The Romance Writers Ink chapter not accepting "same-sexed pairings" in their contest this year. You may have also heard that RWA National is backing them up on their decision, since chapters are "allowed to set their own rules when it comes to contest". Well, I have one thing to say to that argument...WRONG!

I am not just upset because I am a writer in this genre. Nor am I upset because yet again my genre is being looked down on by other members of an organization I have belonged to for over five years. However as a mother of a gay son, I am livid.

Every, single day I have to read comments on the internet that are directing hate toward my son. I see so-called churches carrying vile signs that call my son terrible names and tell him he's going to hell. I see comics spouting hate and then just shrugging it off when people point out how wrong they are. Hell, I have to face mean statements from some of my own family members. Let me tell you, it hurts like hell, too, because that's my baby their talking about.

While I have come to expect ignorance from some people, I would have thought that writers would be the least likely to discriminate. As writers we are supposed to know just how powerful words can be and I can't understand why they would chose to use this kind of weapon against the LGBTQA community.

I sent the contest coordinator a message and I got back a response that some members felt "uncomfortable" with reading such books. To that I have a big WTF? Would they say the same thing about IR couples? Or how about books set in certain countries? We all know that they would never do that and if so, then RWA would be quick to slap them down. So, why doesn't RWA, an organization that I pay full dues to, do the same thing when it's my child being discriminated against?

To Jackie Kramer, all the members of Romance Writers Ink, and Romance Writers of America please, please, please take the time to watch this. Then you will understand why it's wrong to exclude LGBTQ books for any reason. This is more than agenre. These are real, living people and it hurts to know that an organization I have dedicated so much time and money to can turn a blind eye to such blatant discrimination.

My Son Is Not A Second Class Citizen! -Part 3

2012-01-30T15:16:00.000-05:00

Here's another one of Ryan James Yezak's moving videos. The message is simple, yet moving; It's Time To Think Different.

NOH8!

2012-01-28T22:14:00.000-05:00

I already blasted these all over Facebook, but in case you missed it here are the pictures that Cody and I had taken when the NOH8 Campaign came to Detroit!

#HairMusicVideo - It Gets Better

2012-01-26T23:12:00.000-05:00

Just as I was beginning to think that the world was full of homophobic bullies, case in point here, I stumbled across this. That's when I realized that there is hope and it's thanks to the next generation. I can think of a few adults who could learn a lot from these kids.

LOL of the Day!

2012-01-25T16:22:00.000-05:00

For all you readers and writers out there, this is a MUST see video. While I was watching it last night, I laughed so hard I woke up the entire family.

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Update

2012-01-23T22:49:00.000-05:00

It's been a while since I posted an update, so I thought I better get my butt in gear. I plan on doing more updates or The Chronicles of Shane. I will also be releasing a super, duper, special short Lost Shifter story called, A Very Shaney Valentine's Day. Why is is so special you ask? Because I plan on giving a percentage of my royalties from that book to the Ruth Ellis Center. For those of you who don't know the Ruth Ellis Center is dedicated to helping homeless LGBTQ youth in the Detroit Area. With winter setting in and the number of those in need far outnumbering the beds available, these kids need help more than ever. For more information on this wonderful center, please check out the video below.

Outserve BAF-It Gets Better

2012-01-22T20:38:00.001-05:00

Some members from the US Military give a shout out from Afghanistan. Their message...It Gets Better!!!!!

My new tattoo!

2012-01-19T21:05:00.001-05:00

I already shared this on FB, but for those of you who missed it, here is a picture of my new tattoo! What do you think?

My Son Is Not A Second Class Citizen! -Part 2

2012-01-16T21:55:00.000-05:00

I have nothing to say for this video speaks for itself.

Gage's Awakening

2012-01-16T20:49:00.000-05:00

Available now at eXtasy Books

Blurb:

Love may be blind, but hell hath no fury like a Hawk being denied his mate.

Hawk shifter Gage has never felt like he fit in—not when he was a teen struggling to survive on the streets and not now that he’s part of the coalition. But he puts on a happy face to hide his feelings and his battles with his inner demons. The only thing that brings Gage any happiness is Branson, a blind Lion shifter who is sexy as hell and smarter the rest of the coalition put together. Too bad Branson has made it clear that he wants nothing to do with Gage.

Branson has no idea why a hot young Hawk sifter would want damaged goods like him. For years, the rest of the coalition has ignored Branson and he’s gotten used to the solitude, making Gage’s attentions particularly unsettling. Despite his misgivings, Branson finds himself becoming more and more drawn to Gage.
Then a shocking secret from Gage’s past is revealed—a secret that could destroy not only the Hawk, but the whole coalition. Branson finds himself facing the biggest dilemma of all—does he choose the coalition or the man who’s managed to capture his heart?

Excerpt:

Unable to stand the thought of his mate fearing him, Branson moved forward until he was standing right in front of Gage and then shifted into his human form. Never before had Branson cursed his blindness more as the image of Gage immediately gave way to the all-too-familiar blackness.

Branson could still feel though and he took full advantage of that. Putting a hand on either side of Gage’s head, Branson leaned in until their bodies were pressed together.
A moan slipped past Branson as he noted how perfectly Gage’s hard body fit against him. Unable to help himself, he leaned in and buried his nose in the crook of Gage’s neck, a sense of calm going through Branson as he was still able to detect his mate’s scent under all those vile layers of Cougar stank.

While he couldn’t see Gage exposing his throat in a sign of submission, Branson could feel the subtle movement of Gage’s head tilting to the side. Branson took the opportunity, running his tongue up the expanse of skin that was slightly rough with stubble.

Gage let out a shivering gasp, but Branson’s nose told him it was from arousal not fear. Reaching down to cup Gage’s erection further confirmed Branson’s suspicion. Gage let out a sound halfway between a sob and a moan.

“What are you doing?” Gage asked, his voice a bit more stable.

Rubbing his cheek over Gage’s chin, Branson replied, “Getting his scent off you.”

“Why do you care? Last time I checked, you didn’t want anything to do with a young, stupid bird.”

While Gage may have sounded angry, the way he thrust into Branson’s hand said otherwise. For the first time ever, Branson cursed the fact that whenever they shifted back into human form, their clothes reappeared as well. Right then, he’d give his left canine for some skin-on-skin contact.

“I changed my mind,” Branson replied simply as he continued to rub his scent on Gage.

“You changed your mind?” Gage echoed incredulously as he shoved Branson in the chest.

The move didn’t unsettle Branson at all. While he may not be a soldier like Gage, he was still a Lion and that made him stronger both in human and animal form.

“When Skye told me that you took off with Damien, I thought I was going to go crazy. All I could think of was him touching you, kissing you, claiming you.”

“What in the hell? Skye was the one who encouraged me to say yes to Damien’s invitation in the first place.”

Branson let out a chuckle. Maybe his brother wasn’t so dense after all because he’d managed to find the one thing that would finally make Branson take some action. Some good old fashioned jealousy had managed to work wonders.

“I think Skye knew that would finally make me wake up and realize that I was being such an ass as far as you were concerned.”

“It’s about damn time, too” Carson called, reminding Branson that they still had an audience.

Gage stiffened. “So, you chasing me down and rubbing against me is supposed to make up for all the mean things you’ve said to me in the past?”

“No. I suspect that I’ll be doing a whole hell of a lot of groveling for the unforeseen future. Right now, I just want to take you back to my apartment and fuck you senseless.”

None of the tension left Gage’s body. “So, is that all you want? A quick hook-up and you decided I would be convenient since you already know how much I like you?”
Leaning in, Branson whispered in Gage’s ear, “No, I want to take you back so I can finally do the right thing and claim you as mine.”

My Son Is Not A Second Class Citizen!

2012-01-11T23:46:00.000-05:00

THIS! This is why I keep fighting and why I vow to never stop. ALL people deserve the same rights. Make sure you share this video with everybody you know.

Who are the real monsters?

2012-01-09T21:27:00.000-05:00

This NOH8 PSA video answers that question perfectly. Also, remember, Werebears need love, too.

Words do matter

2012-01-04T16:12:00.000-05:00

A lot of things happened to me in 2011, both good and bad. By far one of the biggest highlights was being the GayRom retreat. I have been to several writer/reader conferences and none of them even came close to the acceptance and loving environment I experienced at GayRom. I felt as if I was amongst friends…no better yet, family and that I could be myself and not be judged.

So, as I see the atmosphere on the internet turn toxic as of late, it leaves me wondering, where did all that love go? I’m not talking about one particular incident either, but the whole reader/writer/blogger relationship in general.

Now, don’t think I’m pointing the finger at one particular group in particular either. I have seen bad behavior on all sides. A small number of readers are becoming so vicious in their reviews at Amazon, GR and other sites, that I now vowed to avoid those places. Which makes me sad, since some of my best online friends were the ones I made at GR. But now I am seeing reviews riddled with profanity and accusing authors of “trying to milk the reader” it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Many writers do this for a living. This is our paycheck, our livelihood, so yes we do have to let out releases on a regular schedule or else we wouldn’t be able to support our families. Despite, what many think, authors don’t make very much money, either. Please, don’t get me wrong and think that I’m ranting against those who give me low ratings, because I’m not. When somebody buys, reads, then takes the time to write out a review on my book, it shows that they cared enough about my work to take time out their busy schedule to give it some attention. So, believe it or not, I treasure the low star ratings just as much as I do the high ones. Plus, most of the vicious language I’ve seen in reviews have been books that haven’t been written by me. In fact, I don’t even know some of the authors personally. So, this plea isn’t coming because I’ve had my feelings hurt over a particular review or anything. All I’m asking is that you write a review that is more about the book and less about profanity and a personal attack against the author. After all, isn’t the true reason we’re there is for the books?

Likewise, I have seen authors behave in ways that would make a kindergartener embarrassed. Authors, if you get a bad review, my goodness it’s not the end of the world. It’s just one person’s opinion and you need to move on and do what you do best—write. The last thing you should do is attack the reviewer and make things personal. Not only are you giving all authors a bad name, but you are hindering your sales and your publisher’s reputation as well. And don’t, don’t, don’t set up sock-puppets or have your friends go on to defend you, either. I have never seen that end well. It only further serves to make the author look worse. Also, please stop going onto reader forums and pimping your books. The reader forums are for…well, readers and that’s not our playground. They should be able to have a place where they can go and feel free to talk about our books, without having to deal with mountains of SPAM. It was the relentless author promos that ruined the Yahoo groups and now that most of those are dead, authors are now moving on to GR and Amazon forums. Stop! It turns readers off and makes them less likely to buy your books. There are many other wonderful ways to promote your books. I have taken a few workshops on the topic and recommend you do the same. Trust me, it’s well worth your time. One other thing that I have seen happen a lot lately is authors swapping good reviews for each other. It doesn’t help either of you when you do that. The readers see right through it and it leaves a bitter taste in their mouth.

Which brings me to the last group, bloggers. Now, anybody who knows me, knows that I am a blog whore. I can’t get enough of the things. Better yet, I am close friends with a couple of bloggers. However, there are a few out there that seem to take great relish in ripping apart books, even going so far as to take out various snippets from the book in question, just so they can make fun of it. Like I said, I treasure all reviews and I understand how important they are to the industry, I feel some bloggers take it too far. Okay, you didn’t like the book, that doesn’t mean that you and over one hundred commenters have to continue to beat the thing to death. A million, gazillion, bababillion (yeah, I just made up a new word. If Palin can do it, so can I) people loved The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. As for me, I just couldn’t get into it. Does that make it a bad book? No, it just means that it didn’t fit my taste. Now, I know there are some books out there that have very offensive material in it. Trust me I do. I just sent in a formal complaint out to Amazon over a calendar that made fun of gay stereotypes. But, at the same times there are hardworking authors out there who I know have been hurt by these kinds of reviews. Because, yes this is their job, yes they are putting a product out there, and yes the consumer has every right to not like it, but in the end people often forget that the author is a real person, with real feelings and it must hurt like heck to see their book shredded like that.

So all I’m asking that in 2012 is can we all learn how important all words are and how they can hurt? Just like I ask that we remember that every reviewer, reader, author or blogger that you are lashing out isn’t just a faceless entity on a screen, but a real person who is behind the keyboard and that they have real feelings.

Now in closing, I am going to answer a few questions that readers have sent me about why I put certain things in my books.

Q-What is up with all the Ke$ha, Gaga and other music references in your books?

A-Despite being 100% tone deaf, music is a huge part in my life, it always has been that way. Even as a little girl, I used to sit on the couch and listen as my parents practiced for the church band they played in. As I grew older, I continued to love music, listening to it with my father and playfully arguing over which artists was the best. Even now, I listen to music the entire time I write. I have so many songs in my iTunes library that I could probably fulfill a playlist at a club. So, since the music is part of my life and a little bit of me goes into all my books, that is why so many characters like music.

Q-Why do your books have so much gay politics in them?

A-That is the easiest question to answer, it’s because now I have know first-hand how messed up things are as far as gay rights go. In my latest book, I even put in there how one character couldn’t donate his blood because he’s gay. I didn’t make that up to add to drama, it’s a real fact of life. While I do write fiction books, my characters in them are gay and LGBTQ individuals face discrimination EVERY day. There is not a day that goes by where some comment, news article or piece of legislation doesn’t remind me that my son is a second class citizen. So, of course that’s going to make its way into my books, because I would be doing the LGBTQ community a disservice if I just glossed over those issues. In order for these things to change they need to highlighted, not brushed under the rug.

Q-Why isn’t there more sex in your books?

A-It’s not because I have anything against steamy books. In fact, some of my favorite authors write books that are scorching hot. It’s just my style of writing leads to sentimental. I love to write about the interaction between characters and how they get to know each other. I’m more of a dialog kind of gal. I had a good friend who told me I write sappy books, but that there’s nothing wrong with that. I tend to agree, I think the world needs some sappy stories out there.

So, there you have it. Some of the answers. If you have more questions, don’t hesitate to put them in the comments section or shoot me an email at stephani@stephanihecht.com

FUBAR

2012-01-01T16:15:00.000-05:00

Available now at eXtasy Books!

Sometimes the biggest smiles hide the biggest heartbreak.

Although Ben acts like he lives to be the center of the party, nothing could be further from the truth. Insecure and feeling like a failure because he became a nurse instead of a doctor like his grandfather, Ben constantly fights depression. One night he goes out to a seedy bar to drink away his woes, only to become the victim of an assault. Luck is finally with him, however, because a handsome stranger intervenes and saves Ben.

Danny loves his job as a cop for the city of Pontiac…or at least he used to. Now the never ending politics and budget cuts make him wonder if he should move somewhere else. After he saves Ben, Danny finds all kinds of reasons to stay. But every time he tries to get closer to Ben, the nurse pulls back. Will Danny ever discover why Ben is running away? And if he does, will that reason bring them closer or keep them apart?

Excerpt:

Glancing up, Danny gave Ben a smile so sexy that Ben had to bite back a groan as a wave of desire slammed into him. Now how fucked up was that? Here Ben stood, head pounding, hung over and still wearing the stink from the day before, but he was lusting over a virtual stranger. If his friend Ricky ever found out about this, he’d rib Ben for the rest of their lives.

“Hi?” Ben hedged, for lack of anything better to say.

“Hey, how are you feeling this morning?”

“My head hurts, but after how much I drank last night, it’s not anything I don’t deserve.”

Danny stood and opened the fridge, as if he’d been living at the place all his life. Taking out a bottle of water, he passed it over. “Here, drink this. You need to get rehydrated.”

Since Ben knew Danny was right, he took the offering and sat down. Twisting off the cap, he took a deep drink.

“You may want to take it easy until you see how your stomach is going to be feeling,” Danny advised.

“I never throw up the night after drinking. I just get a massive headache.”

Cocking a brow, Danny asked, “So you drink a lot?”

Realizing how bad his own comment had made him sound, embarrassment flooded Ben. “No, I hardly drink at all. In fact, I think I usually just go home or hang out with my friends. I’ve only been to Rocky’s twice in my entire life.”

“I know you’re not a regular there,” Danny assured Ben.

“How?”

“Ever since the rash of gay bashings has been going on, I’ve been making a habit of keeping an eye on the place. I’ve never seen you there before.” Giving Ben a heated once over, Danny added, “Believe me, there is no way in hell I would have missed seeing you.”

A shiver went through Ben as he finally asked the one question that had been nagging him the most, “Where did you sleep last night?”

“On the couch.”

“Oh,” Ben replied, surprised at how much that revelation disappointed him. “Is it because you think I am…well, you know…a slut? Because I’m not. I know you saw me hooking up last night, but I usually don’t do that. I swear it. Not that I’m a virgin or anything. I just don’t usually sleep with just anybody…but you would be…”

Ben trailed off, clamping his lips shut as he realized he’d been rambling on. Something he never usually did. For once, though, he couldn’t help himself. He had the burning desire for Danny to know that Ben wasn’t some kind of party boy who bed-hopped like a horny bunny on Viagra.

“I slept on the couch because I’m not the type to take advantage of somebody,” Danny gently informed him, then added, “but that doesn’t mean that once you feel better I won’t take you in there and fuck you into the mattress.”

Ben sputtered on the large drink of water he’d just drank. Coughing a few times, he finally managed to get out, “I feel much better. I promise.”

Okay, maybe begging wasn’t the best way to show off his un-sluttiness, but he wanted Danny—badly. More so than any other guy Ben had ever met.

Love Makes a Family

2011-12-23T12:15:00.000-05:00

Since this is likely my last post before the holidays, I wanted to share this wonderful video. Let's all hope, pray and dream that 2012 will be the year of equality.

Update

2011-12-22T20:53:00.000-05:00

Sorry for the lack of posts lately. Not only have the holidays made things crazy, but I injured my shoulder. As a result, I can only type for short periods of time. I did think that it would be a good idea to stop by and give a few updates, though.

Cody and I had wonderful time volunteering for the NOH8 photo shoot in Detroit. Hopefully, we will be receiving our pictures soon. Cody had some solo shots taken, then we had some taken together. It was an amazing experience. From the little girl who came to get a picture taken in support of her moms, to the teen who held up his certificate of adoption, while standing next to his dad. I attached one picture here that was taken of all the volunteers and wouldn't you know it, I'm the only one who has their eyes closed in it.

The Safe Reading Zone site is up and working, So feel free to go snag the badge. Thanks to everybody who has sent me additional help links. Cody will be updating them soon. Since the little brat is back home and jobless, I re-hired him as my PA. I get help with my website and such, he gets money for the clubs. I think it's a pretty fair trade.

After the first of the year, I will once again begin posting stories from The Chronicles of Shane. I have a huge surprise in store for Shane and Trevor. One that nobody is going to see coming. Joie was the one who came up with the plot twist. Sometimes that girl amazes me. I think she may have a future in writing.

Just in case I don't get a chance to post again, I want to wish all my readers a very happy holidays. I only wish you all knew just how much I treasure each and every one of you. I would not be where I am now without you and I couldn't ask for a better group of people. I also want to thank all of my friends who have been with me through the troubling past couple of months. I am truly blessed to have such support.

Fangs, Fur and Snowballs

2011-12-16T18:35:00.001-05:00

Available now at eXtasy Books!

BLURB:

It’s never easy dealing with relatives during the holidays, but when you mix a feline coalition with a wolf pack, things get downright hairy. And that’s before adding the two missing Eagle brothers, a Lion trying to run away from home and a Hawk crankier than Scrooge or the Grinch. But coalition leader Mitchell is determined to have the best Christmas ever—even if he has to kill everybody to make them cooperate. Oh, and where is Shane and why did he leave his favorite gun behind?

Warning: this book contains a maimed tree, lots of sappiness and way too much holiday spirit.

EXCERPT:

“Hey, Cub. Why the long face?” Carson said as he came up from behind and wrapped his arms around Keegan.

Tilting his head up, Keegan gazed into the face of his mate. A Cheetah who lived to be unconventional, Carson had his eyeliner on and his dark hair sported blue streaks. His right eyebrow was pierced with a special gold ring that Keegan bought for him on their last anniversary.

Keegan, on the other hand, couldn’t be more conventional. While his hair was a speckled brown, that was only due to the fact that he was a Jaguar. Not because he was trying to be a rebel. He also favored jeans and plain t-shirts, as opposed to the all-black and chains that Carson wore.

How they ended up mates was a mystery to most of the coalition. Yet, from the moment Keegan laid eyes on his mate, he’d been a goner and he’d never wanted another man.

“I’m freaking out over this whole party,” Keegan admitted.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure it’ll be perfect. Just hire a couple go-go boys and have them dance on the bar and nobody will care about anything else.”

Keegan let out a short laugh. “What about the guys who prefer women?”

“I didn’t think we had any of those here.”

“We better or else the felines will die out.”

“I thought Owen was working on a way to artificially inseminate the females.”

“He is and he claims to be pretty close to a breakthrough. That still doesn’t change the fact that some feline men prefer woman.”

When Carson scrunched his face in disgust, Keegan had to hold back his laughter. God, how he loved the way his mate always teased and played around. Or at least, most of the time Keegan did. The other times it annoyed the hell out of him. But that still didn’t mean he didn’t adore and live just for his mate.

“I don’t think do,” Carson argued. “I’ve been with a good number of the guys here and I can tell you they all know their way around a dick.”

Fury and a strong bite of jealousy hit Keegan and he tried to pull away from his mate’s grip. Carson, jackass that he could be, just tightened his hold. Then he had the frigging audacity to laugh before pressing a kiss to the top of Keegan’s head.

“Relax, Cub. That was way before your time. Now there’s only one guy for me and it’s you.”

Sagging in Carson’s hold, Keegan let out a soft sigh. “I know. It still doesn’t mean that I’m not bothered by it.”

Spinning Keegan around so they were looking at each other, Carson gently cupped Keegan’s face. “Would it make you feel better to know that not one of them could even come close to comparing to you?”

“Maybe,” Keegan pouted, only partly mollified.

Sharing a soft kiss that was brief but still made Keegan’s head spin, Carson whispered, “I love you.”

“I know.”

“And you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I know that, too.”

Looking deep into Keegan’s eyes, Carson said, “This is the part where you tell me that you love me, too.”

“Okay, I love you, even if you are a reformed man-whore.”

Leaning in, Carson began to nibble on Keegan’s neck. Damn that Cheetah, he knew that always made Keegan turn to putty.

Important! Take Five Minutes to Read This

2011-12-09T14:11:00.000-05:00

I received this email from the Detroit PFLAG chapter and since the message is so important, I'm passing it along here. I already made my call to the Governor, voicing my protest to this hateful, vile legislation and I urge others to do the same thing.

The Senate secretly passed HB 4770 this afternoon, with no notice to the public and now this legislation goes to Governor’s Snyder’s desk. They took out the prohibition on universities (although it’s not clear until we see the actual language if the employees can take this insurance coverage). At any rate this is bad stuff and the only hope now before it becomes law is to have the Governor veto it. Below are talking points and a list of Michigan businesses that provide health insurance coverage to domestic partners.

Please take 5 minutes and to contact Governor Snyder’s office. Today the Michigan Senate, without any notice to the public, passed House Bill 4770, 27-9 which would prohibit public employers from offering health insurance to anyone who is not 1) a legal spouse 2) an IRS dependent, or 3) a legal family member of a public employee. The purpose behind this legislation clearly is to prohibit public employers from offering health insurance coverage to domestic partners (particularly same-sex partners who cannot marry) of public employees, even when the eligibility criteria is not based on their relationship. Should this become law, Michigan will be the only state that prohibits public entities from providing coverage to same-sex partners of employees, just as a matter of fact. Yes, we will have exceeded Mississippi folks on how we treat our LGBT community. In a last minute maneuver, the Senate removed colleges and universities from this prohibition (although it’s not clear until we see the actual language of the amended bill(. However, other public entities are still affected including the State of Michigan as an employer, Ann Arbor, Birmingham, Farmington Hills Public School Districts, the cities of Ann Arbor and Kalamazoo, and Washtenaw, Eaton and Ingham counties. We believe that the quick passage without notice in the Senate may be part of a deal that was cut with the Governor’s office. At any rate, we need to tell Governor Snyder to veto this legislation. The ACLU is working on a legal challenge to this legislation, but it shouldn’t have to get to the point where LGBT couples are losing their health insurance. PLEASE CONTACT GOVERNOR SNYDER NOW AND TELL HIM TO VETO THIS LEGISLATION. I have attached talking points that people can use. This is discriminatory policy and it’s bad economic policy. Please do your part and feel free to circulate this to everyone you know who cares about fairness in our state.

Governor Rick Snyder

P.O. Box 30013

Lansing, Michigan 48909

PHONE: (517) 373-3400

PHONE: (517) 335-7858 - Constituent Services

FAX:(517) 335-6863

E-MAIL: Rick.Snyder@michigan.gov

Talking Points

Talking points when speaking with Governor Snyder

· This is bad for our State’s economy. Governor Snyder says he wants to run our State like a business. The biggest and most successful companies in Michigan provide health insurance coverage to domestic partners of their employees, because they realize that it makes good business sense. If we are going to attract and retain the most talented and loyal people to invest in Michigan, we cannot pull away the welcome mat. (Attached is a list of companies in Michigan that provide health insurance coverage to domestic partners of employees).

· The bills are unconstitutional. They usurp the specific powers granted in Michigan’s Constitution giving public employers the autonomy to decide terms of compensation for its employees, including health insurance. The Governor’s own legal counsel previously advised the legislature that it is unconstitutional to penalize colleges and universities that provide this health insurance coverage. Should the legislation pass, it will surely be challenged as unconstitutional in court. Costly litigation is not the best way to spend our state’s limited resources- especially when it will result in having the law overturned.

· At a time when state resources are severely limited, we cannot take away employee health insurance from families. Less employment insurance coverage will only increase the demand for state funded insurance programs, like Medicaid, which are already financially strapped.

· Michigan’s State Personnel Director has estimated that the cost of covering designated others under the Michigan Civil Service insurance policy would be less than $600,000, because preliminary numbers indicate that less than 100 employees out of the state government workforce of 47,692 will utilize this benefit. This is far less than House Fiscal Estimate of $8 million. The February 2009 Study from the Employee Benefit Research Institute found that an average of 1 percent eligible employees offered coverage for their domestic partners actually elected to take it. The report cites a 2005 Study from Hewitt Associates that in a majority of organizations that offer health insurance coverage for domestic partners, that this comprises less than 2 percent of total benefit costs. (It still would be great to get the actual costs from the public entities that currently provide health insurance coverage for domestic partners).

· Providing this coverage is not getting around Michigan’s Marriage Amendment- it’s complying with the constitutional amendment. Both Michigan’s Attorney General and Michigan appellate courts have stated that the amendment does not prohibit insurance coverage for unmarried partners of public employees, so long as the eligibility criteria is not based on the domestic partner relationship. Currently none of the public entities providing health insurance coverage to domestic partners of employees, based eligibility on the domestic partner relationship.

Dear TI, Love Don't Hate

2011-12-05T15:05:00.000-05:00

It's no secret that I'm a huge fan of Ryan James Yezak's videos. I always post them the second they come up and I re-watch them all the time. I think this one is the best, though. Not because it's flashy or funny or sexy, but because it comes straight from his heart. It's really on point, too. It's in response to TI's recent statement in support of hate.

One of the things that never fails to amaze me is how many people look me straight in the eye and say, "Oh, gay people have it so easy these days." For all those out there who truly believe that, I challenge you to watch this video and still say the same thing.

Hi, :) I'm Jonah

2011-12-04T12:37:00.000-05:00

The Detroit PFLAG chapter posted this on their website today. I am so full of emotion after watching this that I really don't know what to say...so, I guess I'll let Jonah do all the talking. I just want Jonah to know that he's not alone, that there are people who love and accept him for he is. Most of all, I want him and others like him to know that there is so much good out there, so please, please, please don't give up.

Coffin Dodger

2011-12-01T10:17:00.000-05:00

Available Now at eXtasy Books!

Sometimes even the strongest of love can’t overcome the darkest of evil.

Blurb:

As a Warden destined to protect humanity from supernatural threats, Ari knows that he has to be strong, brave and, most of all, mentally stable. Try telling that to his brain. Ever since he was held as an unwilling blood slave by a band of feral vampires, Ari has been everything a Warden shouldn’t be—scared, angry and unstable. While he tries to maintain a brave front for his fellow Wardens, cracks in his facade are starting to show, especially when feral vampires attack the city and the Wardens must eliminate the threat.

Adam hadn’t felt whole since his fellow Warden, Ari, was kidnapped. Even though they got Ari back, he hasn’t been the same. Gone is the happy, teasing man Adam fell in love with, replaced by a brooding, angry stranger. When Ari must face his past, both good and bad, his instability only increases. Will Adam’s love be enough to heal Ari’s emotional wounds, or will Ari be lost to the darkness…this time for good?

Excerpt:

“The Oracle mentioned that you were having nightmares.”

Anger and a fair share of resentment flooded Ari. “What in the hell business is it of hers?”

Adam paused, his mouth parting in shock, no doubt because somebody dared speak up against their precious Oracle. Well, fuck it. Ari didn’t give a damn who he offended. He had issues with the chick and, if the others didn’t like it, they’d just have to learn to deal.

“She’s worried about you,” Adam said slowly, his brow creased with confusion.

Ari let out a short, bitter laugh. “Oh, that’s rich. Now, she’s worried about me. Yet, she couldn’t have cared less when I was being held captive.”

“Of course, she cared. Why would you think any differently?”

Because she’s omniscient. She could have warned me before the attack. Or at the very least, she could have told you guys where the vampires were keeping me. Instead, she let me suffer in that hell for two years!

Damn, how Ari wanted to scream those words, but even he knew that would be taking his disrespect too far. So instead, he just pressed his lips together and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

Of course, Adam wouldn’t let it go that easily. “It does to me.”

“It’s nothing. Let’s just chalk that little outburst of mine up as another example of why I need to learn how to meditate. I really need an outlet for my anger or my mouth gets away from me.”

Adam moved in closer so they were only a foot apart. He wore his all-black Warden uniform and Ari could smell the leather that padded the arms and legs of the outfit. The only thing missing was the cloak and Warden Insignia pendant.

“Ari, you hardly ever talk anymore. When you’re not on your computer, you’re training. So how can your mouth get away from you?” Adam challenged.

Ari shrugged, even as his mind scrambled for something to say. Fuck! Shit! Damn! Why did this whole social interaction thing have to be so hard? It used to be that he was always in the center of things, babbling away. Now, he was lucky if he spoke three civil words a day.

“I train a lot, because I know things are really hairy out there right now. I want to be prepared,” he finally said.

“That still doesn’t mean you need to push yourself twenty-four hours a day. Everybody needs rest.”

Maybe other people did, but Ari would much rather deal with sleepiness. It sure as hell beat the nightmares…or worse, leaving himself vulnerable to another attack. The only reason the feral vampires had gotten the drop on him and his family that fateful night had been because they’d all been in bed, asleep.

“You’d be amazed at how little shut-eye somebody can operate on when they have a couple cans of Red Bull and coffee under their belts,” Ari replied.

Adam reached out and gently ran the back of his knuckles over the top of Ari’s cheek. “You have bags under your eyes. Not to be mean, but you look beat.”

Ari froze, waiting for the feelings of panic and revulsion to hit him that always came whenever somebody touched him. Instead, all that followed was a warm buzz that traveled through his body before settling into his stomach. In fact, it was all he could do to not to turn into the caress and purr like a cat.

All too soon it was over and Adam pulled his hand back, leaving Ari aching for more and confused to why he’d reacted that way in the first place.

Lords of Aether

2011-11-27T21:44:00.000-05:00

I am excited to announce that I will be taking part of a free collaborative, serial, gay steampunk story. Joining me will be some very talented authors,KC Burn, Charlie Cochrane, Jason Edding, Z.A. Maxfield, Jaime Samms, and Lex Valentine. You can find more information at The Lords of Aether. But, here is the official blurb and trailer! Check it out! Check it out! Check it out!

Story Blurb

In turn of the century London, a handful of men, members of the exclusive Lords of Aether club, discover that the English Empire is under assault by a nebulous enemy. Murders of key figures in the criminal underworld abound and innocent men are framed for the crimes. Government officials change their stance on political issues overnight following the near death experiences of those close to them. Experiments related to aether are covered up. Inventors and others with military knowledge have mysteriously disappeared. Strange banking and finance issues cripple the Empire. As the government’s funds dry up, crime rises, signaling approaching anarchy. Something dire is afoot and disparate clues lead to one dead end after another for the Lords of Aether.

The search for a missing lover becomes the painstaking uncovering of a plot against the world’s governments that begins with the crippling of the English Empire. The Lords of Aether battle their own demons and personal issues as they work together to discover just who is behind the ingenious and nefarious plot. When their investigations lead them to an ancient arcane society they find more chaos and evil than they ever imagined existed. A master criminal with ties to the Imperial family, unlimited wealth and resources, and no conscience leads them down a twisted path of destruction and deception. The Lords of Aether must pool their own resources, call upon their trusted friends and family members and work together to save the Empire and the world.

It Gets Better-Dance

2011-11-26T22:34:00.000-05:00

I have said it before, but it deserves repeating, sometimes dance can deliver a message so powerful that it brings you to tears. This is an example of my point. Performed at the 2011 Capezio ACE Awards, this is a "It Gets Better" message, only it's delivered in the form of a dance.

A Birthday Treat for You!

2011-11-25T10:18:00.000-05:00

It's my birthday today, so I decided to celebrate it by hosting Amber Kell today. Since she is a November baby, too, she has been blog hopping and posting a new section of a free read every day this month. So, now it's my turn. *claps hands* If you have missed the other chapter to this wonderful story, jump on over to her blog for all the details. Now, I'm off to gobble up some cake.

Accidental Alpha #25

Stanley caught the door with his foot and closed it with a shove. He slid his hands around Fenris and cradled him close as if he were something worth treasuring. “Did you come find me for some afternoon nookie or was there something else?”

His erection promptly deflated. “My mother called. She said she’d like to meet you and your family.”

The alpha stiffened. “Well since you had to meet my parents, I could meet your mother and her husband.”

“His name’s Abraham.”

“Ah.” Stanley rubbed noses with Fenris. “Do we like Abraham?”

Fenris shrugged. “He’s okay. You know how kids are. When their parents divorce they always think some day they’ll get back together.”

“Well I can see how in your case you might think they really would.”

“Yeah. Anyway you don’t have anything to fear, you’re an alpha.”

Stanley frowned. “What does that mean?”

Fenris grinned him. “That’s like bagging a doctor in human terms. You’re golden.”

Laughing, Stanley kissed him. “I’m glad. My mother liked you too.”

“Yeah, but your father didn’t.”

Stanley shrugged. “He’ll adapt.”

“If he doesn’t?” Fenris didn’t want to push but he also didn’t want to cause a rift between his new mate and Stanley’s parents.

“Trust me. He’ll adapt. My father is currently disappointed his plans didn’t work out but deep down he wants me to be happy.”

Fenris wasn’t going to borrow trouble. Stanley knew the Overseer better than anyone with the exception of Stanley’s mother. If his mate felt no concern over the situation than Fenris wasn’t going to lose sleep over it.

“Mom wants to have dinner with you and your parents. She says in-laws should get to know each other.”

“I’ll call my mother and figure out a good time.”

A wave of relief swept through Fenris. He fingered Stanley’s collarbone where it showed above his shirt. “There’s only one more little thing, it’s barely worth mentioning.”

“Uh, huh,” Stanley’s tone was disbelieving. Smart man.

Fenris kept his gaze on his finger and avoided his mate’s eyes. “I told the pack you’d host the next full moon hunt.”

Stanley’s lifted Fenris’ chin. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“If Sebastian wants to challenge you for the alpha position and merge the two packs he’ll do it at the hunt.”

“How does he know where we’ll meet?”

Fenris smiled. “We’ll tell him of course. We’re wolves we don’t hide from snakes.”

Stanley laughed. “When am I hosting this shindig?”

“In three nights. I’ve already arranged for the food.”

Fenris closed his eyes as Stanley ran his fingers through Fenris’ hair in long, gentle strokes. “You take good care of me mate.”

“I’ll always take care of you, that’s my job.” Fenris leaned his head against Stanley’s shoulder and sighed.

Why we all have to keep fighting

2011-11-22T17:31:00.000-05:00

As I watched this video, I was reminded why we need equal rights and why we can't stop fighting until all LGBTQ kids have a safe place to call home. While this video takes place in New York city, this problem is prevalent everywhere and there are children all over the world who need our help. I know that in Detroit we have the Ruth Ellis Center , but I'm sure if you search, you can find a center just like it in your state.

Amazing!

2011-11-19T18:38:00.000-05:00

Watch this group of siblings tear the heck of of Adele's "Rolling in the Deep." It's the best singing I've heard in a long, long time. It gives me hope for the future generation.

Russell's Reversal

2011-11-17T20:58:00.000-05:00

Available now at eXtasy Books!

Sometimes even the strongest of love can’t erase the past.

Blurb:

Russell has always liked his men the same way he likes his sex: fast, hard, and without any emotional attachments. As leader of not only a pack of rogue Wolf shifters but also almost every illegal enterprise in the shifter world, Russell knows he’s not the type to ever find a mate and settle down. Then Dalton slips into his life, turning it upside down. Not only is Dalton a Lynx shifter, he’s also sweet and innocent: everything that Russell never liked in a man…or so he thought.

But Dalton has a tragic past, which left him scarred inside and out and without a family. Dalton discovers that Russell may have had something to do with that tragedy just as Russell thinks he’s finally going to be able to claim his mate. Will Dalton be able to forgive Russell, or will their love be doomed to end before it even begins?

Excerpt:

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” Russell asked, his voice husky with need.

The tone of his voice sent fresh shivers of desire through Dalton. “Not really. Most everybody just treats me like their cute, bratty, kid brother.”

“You may be small, but you are all grown up.”

Oh, wow. While it may not be the best compliment he’d received, it still made Dalton’s chest swell with emotion. Running his tongue over his lips, Dalton recalled the time not too long ago when they’d kissed. The passion between them at the time had been so strong that Dalton hadn’t been able to think of anything else but the Wolf ever since.

Dalton wondered if they kissed again if it would be so wonderful. Surely, something so earth-shattering couldn’t be repeated?

Or could it?

Unable to resist finding out, Dalton stood on tiptoe and pressed his lips to Russell’s. Dalton meant for the kiss to be brief, but then Russell let out a growl and took over, one arm snaking around Dalton’s waist. With a firm jerk, Dalton found himself pressed tight to the Wolf, their body molding together perfectly. He barely had time to recover enough to keep a grip on his cup.

Desire crashed into Dalton, making his head spin as his knees literally grew weak. A small whimper slipped past him when Russell’s tongue thrust inside his mouth. The Wolf left no area untouched, his tongue stroking and caressing in a show of dominance that made Dalton want to roll over and purr in pleasure.

When Russell tore their lips apart, Dalton let out a small growl of protest before he started to rub his cheek against the Wolf’s neck. Russell let out a small chuckle as he gently carded his gloved fingers through the front of Dalton’s hair.

“Are you trying to mark me with your scent?” Russell asked.

Busted! Dalton paused, mid-rub, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a plausible excuse. The last thing he wanted was to come off as some freak. After all, what sane feline would try to mark somebody as theirs after only meeting them twice?

My Motivation

2011-11-10T19:52:00.000-05:00

Let me start off by saying *whew* what a week this has been. It’s a good thing I’m not at NOLA anymore or else I would have downed way too many Hurricanes to get over all the stress.

Now, I’m not going to rehash everything that has happened, because we’ve all been there enough times and beaten that horse to death numerous times over. So, why am I writing this, you ask? Well, there is one subject I want to touch on, it’s why I write in this genre and the issue that has come up about why I am such an adamant supporter of GBLTQ issues. That can be summed up with one picture.

That’s my son, Cody. Pretty cute, huh? Okay, maybe it’s the proud mother in me, but I just think he’s perfect. Also, as most of you also already know, he’s my hero. I want to take that one step farther by adding I think all LGBTQ kids are my heroes.

They face bullying, hatred, and intolerance everywhere they go, but they still manage to smile, find good in this world, and push on. Now, I’m straight, but I was introduced to this scene via my son, I met some of the most wonderful people ever and I am such a richer person for it.

I have also seen the worst in humanity. I saw how showers had to be put in the youth area of a local LGBTQ center because so many of these kids are turned away from their families and are on the streets. I have heard of transgender teens being beaten up for using the “wrong” bathroom. I’ve heard the tears of a mother as she talked about how her son and his partner were torn apart due to DOMA.

Each one of these incidents broke my heart, but it also made me determined that no matter how hard it is or what I have to do, I will try to make a difference. I really want to take in every one of these kids and adopt them, but since I only have a three-bedroom home, that’s really not an option. So, I decided to use the best weapon an author has at my disposal—my words.

A few have recently accused me of being so adamant about my views just to garner more sales. Yeah, I’ll admit it hurt that some people thought so low of me. Especially since I’m pretty non-confrontational, at times to the point where it’s a fault.

I just want to reassure you that nothing could be farther from the truth. I am so passionate about this because I am a mother and when I see the world trying to hold down my son, deny him his rights and call him horrible names, I am going to fight back. I would have the same attitude if I were still working at a bank, but as a writer I now have a chance to reach a broader audience.

I have never kept my private life off record. I share pictures of myself and family, plus talk about my real life every day. Some have warned me that this could be dangerous and we did have a small scare last week. It all turned out okay and now that I have Cody home and safe, all is well.

I asked him if he was resentful of the attention coming his way. He just gave me that smile of his and shrugged it off. But, like I said, he’s my hero. He also, along with my sister and friends, have been the ones who get me through tough times.

So, I’m going to continue to do what I have been doing—be a mother, a wife, a writer and an ally for GBLTQ rights. If I have to take some lumps along the way then I will, just so long as I know that maybe…just maybe, someday I will be able to make a difference.

The Safe Reading Zone Campaign

2011-11-06T16:59:00.001-05:00

It’s been over a year since Cody came out to me, but one thing still sticks out the most in my mind—the fear in his eyes as he worried that he wouldn’t be accepted. Now we all know that Cody was fully accepted and supported by his family. What’s more, he has gone on to be an activist, not only starting the first GSA ever at his high school, but he recently changed his college major so he can someday work for a LGBTQ non-profit organization.

Sadly, though, Cody is an isolated case. Too often, we all hear stories of gay individuals, young and old alike, who are scared, alone and ostracized. Not a month goes by where the news doesn’t tell the story of another hate-crime or suicide related to this troubling issue. What’s more, our own government often is handing the bullies the very tools they need to continue with their campaign of hate.

So, it’s easy to see how some people can feel as if they are alone in the world. Just as it is to understand how they may feel as if it’s them against the rest of society. I have one thing to say to that, “No more!” While I may not be gay, I am the mother of a gay son and let me tell you, I have enough love for everybody out there who is alone, scared, victimized and hated. So much so, I would adopt every single one of you if I could. As such, I along with several other authors and bloggers are developing a campaign of our own and this one is of love. It’s call the “Safe Reading Zone” and it’s going to be aimed at spreading support and acceptance.

We will put an universal emblem on our websites, tumblrs and blogs. By doing so we will be making a promise, if you need somebody to talk to—email us. If you feel alone—email us. If you are scared—email us. If you just need to hear that you are loved and perfect the way you are—email us. Just fire off a message to stephani@stephanihecht.com and I will always be there for you and I will never, ever judge you. If you click on the emblem it will also take you to a site that we will be devoting to helping those get the aid they need. Some of the groups listed will be as follows:

The It Gets Better Project: http://www.itgetsbetter.org/

GLSEN- http://www.glsen.org

National Center for Transgender Equality: http://transequality.org/

PFLAG: http://pflag.org

The Trevor Project: 866-4-U-TREVOR (866-488-7386) in Canada KIDS HELP PHONE at 1-800-668-6868. http://www.thetrevorproject.org/

Let’s start spreading the word, so that people can know that there is as much love as there is hate in this world. If there are any other authors or bloggers who want to participate in this project, just shoot me an email and I’ll add you the list.

In closing, let me leave you with some encouraging Youtube videos. I’ve posted some of them before, but given the topic of the post, I think they deserve to be repeated. And one last thing, remember, you were born this way and you are absolutely perfect. Don’t let anybody ever tell you otherwise. And most of all, I love each and every one of you!

Please, forgive me

2011-11-04T13:19:00.000-04:00

I am so sorry that I have been lacking in my posts lately. I know many of you have been waiting for the next installment of The Chronicles of Shane and I feel bad for letting you down. I promise to have one up very, very soon. I feel so stupid, because I let people and certain events pull me down into a slump. Not only the situation with Joie, but I was on the receiving end of some pretty mean emails. I won't go into detail, but one of them was so bad that it almost made me physically ill.

Then I realized something, by reacting this way, I was giving certain people power over me and that's weak of me. So, I'm putting on my big girl panties and moving on. I'm going out for a nice spa day this evening with a dear friend of mine and then I'm getting back to doing what I do best...writing.

So,thanks for hanging in there and I promise there are plenty of more Shane, Lost Shifters, EMS Heat, Drone Vampires and other characters to come.

I love her...just the way she is!

2011-11-03T22:59:00.000-04:00

I saw this picture the other month and one of the little girls in it reminded me of Joie so much. Can you guess which one? The thing I love so much about her is that she's not afraid to be different and set new trends.

Night Terrors

2011-10-31T16:38:00.000-04:00

Have no fear Night Terrors will be up at eXtasy books within hours. Until then enjoy this excerpt:

After Brad left, Jess busied himself by getting out the sparring equipment. Just as it’d reached the nine-minute mark, Rev walked in. He’d showered as ordered, the front of his wet hair flopping a bit over his eyes. He’d also ditched the ridiculous pajamas and now wore a black sweat suit that appeared to be at least two sizes too big. It hung on his thin frame, making him look even younger.

Holding his hands to the side, Rev asked, “Okay, I’m here. What do you want me to do?”

Oh boy, if that wasn’t a loaded question. Since Jess didn’t dare answer it the way he wanted to, he just nodded to a pair of sparring gloves. “Get those on.”

He expected Rev to balk, but the Novice went over and put them on. He looked around for a few minutes before cocking a brow. “Where’s the rest of the protective equipment?”

“We’re not using it,” Jess replied, steeling himself for the outraged reaction he’d no doubt be receiving.

“Why not? Are we sparring or do you have some other training exercise in mind?”

“We’ll be sparring.”

“But without the equipment, one of us could get hurt,” Rev protested, his voice pitched with confusion.

“Oh, we’ll both get hurt for sure.”

Rev’s mouth parted in shock. “Do you have some kind of sadistic streak or something?”

“No, I’m just realistic. We don’t have much time to get you into top fighting form. If it hurts when you make a mistake in training, then you’ll be more likely to learn not to make that error again.”

“Didn’t you ever hear of the whole wax-on-wax-off way of teaching? That seemed to work so well for Ralph Macchio.”

Jess restrained himself from throttling his Novice…barely. “How about we try being realistic here?”

“Hey, I am. That technique worked perfectly in Karate Kid. He won both the trophy and the girl in the end.”

It dawned on Jess that his job was going to be so much harder than he’d realized. He took a deep breath and slowly counted to ten. When that didn’t work, he kept counting. It wasn’t until he reached fifty that he was calm enough to talk again.

“This isn’t some movie. This is real life and if I send you out there unprepared, you’re going to die. Do you have any clue how dangerous the life of a Warden is?”

All the good humor fled Rev’s face as his eyes grew stormy with rage. “Yeah, the day some vampires crashed into my home and sucked my parents dry clued me into that fact. Just because I don’t go around with a dark cloud over my head like Ari, doesn’t mean I don’t realize how much this life sucks.”

The venom coming from Rev felt so strong, Jess almost took a step back. A wave of guilt hit him as he realized that he’d completely forgotten what had happened to Rev’s parents. Maybe Rev wasn’t the only one who had some learning to do as far as the new Guardian-Warden relationship went.

“I’m sorry. I forgot about what happened to your parents and how that must have affected you,” Jess said in a softer tone.

Rev blinked a few times, as if the last thing he’d expected was an apology.

“Does that mean we get to wear some protective gear then?” Rev ventured.

Jess gave off what he knew was a cold smile. “Hell, no. You still have a lot of work to do in order to be up to my standards and pain is the best motivator. Now let’s get to work.”

Crazy busy!

2011-10-24T19:34:00.001-04:00

Sorry for the lack of updates lately, but I have been crazy busy lately. I did manage to find this very touching video that I wanted to share with you. Enjoy.

Standing up for what is right!

2011-10-24T00:32:00.001-04:00

I just revived this email and I'm passing this along and urging you all to do the same. If these politicians in Michigan have their way, it will be illegal to offer health benefits to same-sexed couples. Not only is this morally wrong, but it's just hateful.

Hello Stephani,

The Public Employee Domestic Partner Benefits Restriction Act (HB 4770) and HB 4771 are going to the floor of the Michigan Senateon Tuesday, October 25.

What we need right now is a fierce campaign of letters to editors throughout Michigan. Please, take a moment to write a letter to the editor of your local newspaper.

In addition to the moral bankruptcy of this Act, a few key points to keep in mind in drafting letters include:

The discriminatory nature of HB 4770 is so obvious that it includes a section stating the rest of the bill would remain in effect if a part of the bill is declared unconstitutional.

If passed, this bill would leave at least 320,000 people without healthcare.

Fiscal analysis did not account for the cost to Michigan in defending this bill when lawsuits are brought against it for the civil rights it clearly violates.

HB 4771 is another conservative attempt to cripple unions and their ability to bargain collectively.

HB 4770 and HB 4771 will make Michigan less competitive for the best candidates when hiring teachers, professors and researchers as well as all of the other public service jobs in our state.

While this should go without saying, please remember to keep your letters respectful; name-calling and abusive language will not advance our cause.

I have sent out a press release to several newspapers throughout the state, announcing my intention to deliver our petition to the Governor and the Senate on Tuesday. I realize this is short notice, but a flood of letters to the editors hitting Michigan's newspapers on the same day that we deliver the petition will hopefully get through to our elected officials just how seriously we stand against this horrible bill. I know I'm asking a lot, but emails and phone calls to your Senator will also be hugely helpful. We need them all to feel the pressure from their constituents.

Again, I cannot thank each of you enough for standing in support of Michigan's domestic partner benefits. There is still time if you know of anyone who wants to sign our petition.

Best Regards,

Seth Wescott

Night Terrors-Coming Soon to eXtasy Books!

2011-10-22T19:25:00.000-04:00

Since the beginning of time, an elite group of human warriors called Wardens protected mankind from all supernatural threats. Born into this destiny, a Warden's duties passed from father to son... until the supernaturals made peace and the Wardens were no longer needed. Since then, knowledge of their existence has faded into myth and legend.

Recently, the peace has been broken as civil wars and infighting fragment the supernatural species and the Wardens are needed again. One Warden, Rev, could not be more unprepared for what lies ahead. In an instant, he goes from college student to literally fighting for his life as he's forced to enter a dark world he wanted no part of. To make matters worse, his stubborn, by-the-book mentor Jess has little patience for a Warden who's inexperienced and bumbling at best.

Just as Rev thinks things couldn't be worse, he realizes he's falling for his hard-ass mentor. Will Jess return the feelings? Or will Rev be dealing with a broken heart while trying to save the world?

Let's hear it for Joie!

2011-10-21T15:13:00.000-04:00

I just received a very nice note from Joie's teacher. Not only did she apologize for yesterday's situation, but she said that she is now educating herself more on the cause. She said that while Joie did have a hard time communicating what she was standing up for yesterday, she gave all of her class a great lesson on how great it is when American citizens stand up for what they believe in. So, I think we can all consider this a victory on Joie's part. By wearing the face paint and her purple shirt, our little advocate not only taught her school about Spirit Wear Purple Day, but tolerance as well.

GO JOIE!!!!!!!!!!

#Spirit Day, October 20th. Show your support!

2011-10-20T17:11:00.000-04:00

As most of you know, today is the day we all wear purple in honor of #Spirit Day. So, of course it was a big deal at my house. So first let's start with the good. Here are some pictures from Joie before she went to school this morning.

I know I may be her mother, but I must say she looks darn cute.

Now for the bad. When I picked her up from school, she had a frown on her face. Imagine my shock when she told me that when several children told her that there was no such thing as purple day, her teacher agreed with them. Let me repeat that...a teacher agreed that there was no such thing as anti-bullying day and she did it in front of other students. I don't know what ticks me off more, the fact that a teacher is so sadly lacking in education on bullying and the efforts to stop it, or the fact that she publicly admonished my daughter. Joie said she felt both embarrassed and sad that people don't care about bullying as much as she does.

Needless to say, I fired off a letter to one of her secondary teacher and the principle, this is what I wrote:

Hello,

I hope this email is reaching the correct person, as I could not find a listing for Joie Hecht's primary teacher in the directory. Today, Joie told me some distressing news. She wore purple today in honor of the National Wear Purple day to end bullying. She was so proud as she got dressed and anxious to support not only her brother, but countless other children and teens who are the victims of bullying. The movement is nation wide and was started last year in response to the rash of teen suicides that were the result of bullying. However, when Joie got to school she was informed that she was mistaken and that it was not purple day. I was so disheartened to learn that the Holly School District was no aware of this movement and saddened that Joie was made to feel embarrassed for standing up of what she feels is a good cause. I strongly suggest that every teacher and administrator in the district visit the GLADD site, so they can get some more information on this event. I don't think I need to tell you that not only does bullying not only affect LGBTQ youths, but also numerous other children, so I would hope that your district would learn to embrace this movement. Here is the link, so you can read about the event for yourself http://www.glaad.org/news/go-purple-thursday-lgbt-youth

Stephani Hecht

The Chronicles of Shane-Part Three

2011-10-12T16:46:00.000-04:00

Trevor got out of bed and slowly walked toward Shane. Even in his wounded state, Shane’s body responded to the sensual way his mate moved. It was as all feline and graceful, yet sexy as hell at the same time.

All Trevor wore were a pair of black sleeping pants, the waistband hanging low on his hips so it revealed his body perfectly. Shane could see it all, the way Trevor’s abs were firm, without being too muscular. How his chest was sleek and tan, the skin just begging to be licked and sucked. Most of all, Shane could make out the way the fabric tented over Trevor’s groin, showing that Shane wasn’t the only one aroused.

That was one of the things that made Trevor so perfect of a mate. While others shied away when Shane showed up covered in blood and dirty from combat, it turned Trevor on. Not that he liked to see Shane hurt. No, Trevor was damn protective of his mate. It’s just that he liked the warrior in Shane.

Not for the first time, Shane realized just how damn lucky he was to have his Panther. That is until a wave of pain shot through Shane and ripped him back into reality.

Trevor frowned, his hand going out to touch Shane’s chest. “Shit, all this blood is yours. I hadn’t realized you were that hurt.”

“I’ve had worse,” Shane protested, even as he began to feel a bit lightheaded.

“You should have gone into the infirmary and had Jacyn or Doc Featherstone check you out.”

“Nah, they just want to stick me with needles. In fact, I have a sneaky suspicion those two get off on poking sharp objects into people. And yet everybody says I’m the sadistic one.”

When Trevor didn’t so much as smile, Shane knew his attempt at humor failed. Worse yet, the scent of arousal that had been coming from Trevor dissipated, to be replaced with the sharp bite of anxiety.

“Then you need to shift,” Trevor said, tilting his chin in that stubborn way of his.

Shane balked. After years of serving under the iron rule of his former guardian, it had been instilled in Shane that shifting was forbidden. Even though Edward was dead and no longer in charge of Shane’s life, he still found himself cowing to the man’s old rules. Which was just ironic, since Shane was known for not following orders. Of course, his current leader would never think of torturing Shane for punishment as Edward had. Plus, Edward had raised Shane from infancy and had brainwashed Shane and his foster brothers. It was only after they’d come to their current feline coalition that they’d finally had a taste of real freedom.

That still didn’t make certain things any easier. Shane had only shifted a few times since he’d come to the coalition and each time it had only been as a last resort.

There was yet another reason he didn’t want to shift, too. This one even more daunting than Edward. It was because Shane was a Leopard and that breed of shifter was despised and feared by all other felines.

Sure it was with good reason. Leopards had the well-deserved reputation of being bat-shit crazy and homicidal. The reason the species was almost extinct was because there was so much infighting that they all but decimated their own ranks.

Shane knew that every time he shifted to his Leopard form, it only served as a reminder of what he was. Not only to others, but to himself as well. Because, as cowardly as it sounded, Shane would have given just about anything to be another breed. Anything would have been better than to be so hated just because of what birth made him.

As always, Trevor seemed to read his mind. The Panther gently cupped Shane’s face. “Shift for me. I love you—all of you.”

An emotion shot through Shane, it was so uncommon and unexpected, he almost didn’t recognize it, but yet here it was—fear.

Trevor gave him a tender smile. “You should know by now that I don’t care that you’re a Leopard. You’re my mate, what’s more, you’re my hero. And nothing will ever change that. So, please, shift for me. It kills me to see you suffering like this. Not only that, but you’re getting blood all over the place and you know how I hate to clean that crap up.”

Shane let out a weak laugh. “Okay, I’ll do it. But only for you.”

Taking a couple steps back, Shane closed his eyes and let his Leopard take over. A bright light shimmered over his body as he seamlessly shifted. He only held his animal form long enough for the healing to take effect, before he transformed back to his human side.

Looking down, he saw that while his shirt was still stained with blood, there didn’t seem to be any fresh seepage coming through. Just to be sure, he ripped off his shirt and tossed it to the side. A sigh of relief went through him as he saw all that remained of the scratches were some faint red marks. Raising a hand to his face, he felt that those wounds had healed, too.

Trevor stepped in close again and pressed their lips together in a kiss so tender it made an ache build up in Shane’s chest. How Trevor could still want him, even after seeing the worst of him, still puzzled Shane.

“Stop thinking so much,” Trevor whispered between kisses.

Shane did just that, bringing his arms up to hold Trevor in a tight embrace. Breaking the kiss, Shane finally gave into one of his biggest urges and buried his nose in the nape of Trevor’s neck. Breathing in deep, Shane allowed the scent of his mate to wash away all the lingering ill feelings left over from the night’s events.

When Trevor brought his arms up to return the embrace, Shane felt as if he finally was free from all the terrors of his past, if only for that moment.

“You are the only reason I feel anything. Before you, I was just a dead shell,” Shane said, the words coming out rough because it was still hard for him to share his emotions that way.

“And I’m never going anywhere. I don’t care if you stayed in your Leopard most of the time.” Trevor chuckled as he nuzzled Shane’s cheek.

Shane returned the gesture, making it so they equally exchanged scents. That way any shifter who came within five feet of them would know that they were claimed and off limits.

Trevor finally pulled away, then took Shane’s hand. “Come on.”

“Where are you taking me?” Shane asked, even as he began to let Trevor led the way.

“No offense, but you’re still covered in blood and I’m not about to let you get into bed and mess up my sheets. I just got the stains out from the last time you pulled that stunt.”

Shane laughed as they walked into the bathroom. He stood still and let Trevor do all the work, the Panther slowly stripping off the remainder of Shane’s clothes. Even going so far as to kneel at Shane’s feet and unlace his boots.

Once Shane was nude, Trevor stripped, then turned on the shower. Taking Shane inside, Trevor tenderly washed every inch of Shane before trailing soft kisses over the nearly healed scratch marks.

They were both hard with need, but neither one made the encounter sexual. Rather, it was a tender moment of one mate tending to the other’s needs. It was something that just a few years ago, Shane never thought would happen to him. Yet, there Trevor was, treating Shane as if he were important and loved.

Afterward, Trevor turned off the water and carefully dried them off before leading Shane to the bed. They crawled under the covers and got into their usual sleeping position of Shane spooning Trevor in a tight embrace.

“How come I’m always the little spoon? I’m a couple inches taller than you,” Trevor grumbled good-naturedly.

“Because I can only sleep if I know I have you protected,” Shane replied honestly.

“You do realize I can handle myself in a fight. I may not be some highly trained assassin like you, but I’m one of the coalition’s best soldiers.”

“I know, I still haven’t gotten over that time you were captured though,” Shane admitted.

Only with Trevor could he lay himself out like that. Trevor let out soft sigh as he placed a tender kiss on Shane’s forearm. “I’m not going anywhere so go ahead and fall sleep. I promise I will always be here when you get up.”

So many others had broken promises to Shane in the past, but he knew Trevor would never do that to him. Shane closed his eyes and let himself drift off.

He was so tired and he knew that he had a huge battle ahead of him. Lily was still out there and something told Shane that he would be tangling with the bitch sooner rather than later.

Gay couples from the past

2011-10-10T20:58:00.000-04:00

If you haven't been to the GAYTWOGETHER site yet, you're really missing out. Not only do they have some wonderful articles, but they offer some great realationship advice, too. By far, though, my favorite part of their site is when they show vintage photos of LGBT couples. So, when I saw this video that compiles a number of said photos, I knew I had to share it.

The Chronicles of Shane-Part Two

2011-10-06T19:43:00.000-04:00

Shane walked to his car as he continued to mull the problem of the Scorpion. The biggest question of all was how in hell was he going to kill her? Scorpions were known to be damn wily and this chick was the worst of all.

The corner of his lip lifted into a snarl as he recalled the last time he’d tangled with her. It’d ended with him having a more than a few broken bones. And since Shane still lived with his sadistic guardian at the time, he hadn’t been allowed to shift to heal the wounds. So, that had resulted in a long, painful recovery, of which he spent every second cursing her name—Lily.

What in the hell kind of name was that for a poisonous shifter anyway? The name always made Shane think of a soft, gentle, nice woman. It sure as hell didn’t bring forth an image of a six-foot, toned, dark-haired, she-devil who wouldn’t know a fair fight in it came up and slapped her across her overly made-up face.

Just the thought of having to deal with her made him cranky, so when he caught the slight scent of two Hyenas tracking him, it made him snarl.

Not even bothering to glance back at them, Shane growled, “I am so not in the mood for this bullshit.”

“Too bad, because it’s coming your way,” came the nasally reply.

Shane paused, cocking his head to the side. “Did you really just say that? Come on, not even the worst Western or action flick uses that line anymore.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Besides the fact that it’s so 1980s? I really don’t have time to list all of them.”

“Are you going to turn around and face us?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Shane sighed. “Because, you bore me.”

“What? You think just because you’re the great Shane that we’re beneath you?”

“The Great Shane? Hmm…I may have to get some business cards and shirts printed up with that. It really has a nice ring to it.”

Just as he hoped for, that final taunt finally snapped the Hyenas’ thin thread of self-control. The air filled with the sounds of snarls, then the pounding of footsteps.

Shane flicked his wrists, allowing two blades to slide down his sleeves, the hilts resting firmly into the palms of his hands.

It wasn’t until he could nearly feel their breath on the back of his neck that Shane turned. At the same time, he swung the blades out, both of them connecting and slicing into flesh.

The coppery tang of blood filled his nostrils along with the acrid scent of fear. Unfortunately, or maybe in this case fortunately, neither smell was new to Shane. One could say he’d even been weaned on them.

“You just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?” he spat as he brought the blades back in to position at his sides.

He tensed, ready for another attack and the damn Hyenas didn’t disappoint. While he’d injured them, they still had plenty of fight left. A fact one of the assholes proved when he swiped his claws out.

Shane ducked, but wasn’t fast enough. A soft hiss passed his lips as the claws ripped into the right side of his face. More blood spilled onto the pavement and damned if it wasn’t his this time.

Well, that just wouldn’t do. It wouldn’t do at all.

“Now, you’ve gone and really pissed me off,” Shane growled.

He finally got a good eyeful of his attackers, and to say he was unimpressed would have been an understatement.

It wasn’t so much that they were both scrawny and wore dirty clothes. No, it was the fact they both had frigging mullets. While Shane may not be into fashion like his guardian, Dalton, he still knew that was just a no-no.

“I never did like Hyenas,” Shane said, spitting out a mouthful of blood because the claws had gone all the way through his cheek. “Not only are you guys skeezy, but some of you hurt a couple of friends of mine. And I happen to fiercely protect those close to me.”

The Hyenas moved in again, but this time Shane was done playing. He swung the blades around, this time with the intent to seriously maim. While he wasn’t ticked enough to outright kill them, he wanted them to at least limp for the rest of their lives.

Dropping down to his knees, he brought the blades around and cut into the back of the Hyenas’ ankles, slicing into their achillies tendons.

They let out loud shrieks before they both dropped to the ground. One of them still managed to reach out and strike Shane again, this time the claws digging into his chest.

Shane bit back a curse as pain coursed through his body. Shit, that’d been his best shirt, too. Now the damn thing was ruined. Even if he could get the blood out, there was no way he’d ever be able to mend the tears.

He briefly debated taking his gun out and shooting the bastard for the offense, but in the end he let it go. Not only had his coalition leader forbade him from killing unless it was absolutely necessary, but Shane also promised Trevor he’d cut down on the homicide.

Trevor.

Just thinking that name soothed the anger in Shane. All of a sudden, he had an intense longing to hold his mate in his arms. To be able to bury his nose in the nape of Trevor’s neck and drink in the sweet scent of the man.

He got up, completely disregarding the Hyenas, who were rolling around and shrieking in pain. He didn’t even give them a backward glance as he got into his car.

His fingers shook a bit as he turned on the engine, either from the blood loss or the adrenaline crash. The drive home was short, however, so he made it there without further incident.

As he stepped out, he took a moment to glance over the exterior of the old farmhouse that he and his mate now lived in. Shane carefully searched out each shadow and recess for signs of possible threats. Not that he expected any at the moment, but old habits died hard.

Only when he was certain that all was clear and his mate was safe, did Shane relax. He walked onto the porch, stumbling, as his vision began to swim a bit.

Shit, the chest wound must have been deeper than he thought. He put a hand to his shirt, wincing when he realized just how badly he was bleeding.

A normal shifter would have noticed it sooner, but Shane was far from normal. He’d been taught from an early age to ignore such trivial things as pain or blood loss, so it wasn’t until things became really bad that he became concerned.

He opened the door, his hands leaving behind streaks of blood on the white wood. Oops, that was sure to piss Trevor off. He hated it when things were messy. Which never failed to surprise Shane, since he himself was the biggest mess of all, yet Trevor still managed to fall in love with him.

The inside of the home was dark, but Shane didn’t need any lights to guide his way. With his enhanced feline vision, he could see as clear as if it were day.

He went directly to the master bedroom and paused at the entrance to study his mate. Trevor slept on his side, one hand tucked under his cheek. His plump lips were slightly parted, a lock of his dark hair falling over his pale face, the contrast of colors coming off as near perfection.

And yet everybody claimed it was Shane who had the angelic features. How wrong they were. In Shane’s opinion there was only one angel and it was his Panther.

Trevor’s lids blinked open, his green-eyed gaze instantly becoming alert. “Shane? Are you okay?”

Since he knew Trevor no doubt already smelled the blood, Shane didn’t lie. “No, I may have been nicked a bit.”

Even as he said that, a fresh wave of blood surged from his wound, droplets falling to the hardwood floors with a quick succession of splatters. Yeah, there was no doubt about it, Shane was making a real mess.

Well, damn. This isn’t how I planned for my evening to end.

NOLA and a new cover!

2011-10-04T19:18:00.000-04:00

I have so much news to share. First off, I have contracted a new YA series with eXtasy Books mainstream line, Divine Destinies! The series is called, The Haven Coffee House Boys and the first book will be titled, Light Outside the Closet. It will center around five gay teens, during their senior year of high school, and show how they all deal with being accepted by their family, friends and classmates. I'm very excited about this project and can't wait for the book to come out this February.

I'm also getting ready for the GayRom Lit Retreat next week. Not only will I be handing out all kinds of fun goodies, but I'll be taking part in the booksigning as well! My sister, Jackie is coming along with me and I can't wait to relax and have some fun with her. We've never taken a sisters' only trip before, so this little adventure is long overdue.

Love Is Love!

2011-10-03T00:29:00.000-04:00

I have nothing to say because, well...this video does a beautiful job of saying it all by itself.

Life Over Limb

2011-10-01T19:28:00.000-04:00

Available now at eXtasy Books!

Blurb:

After a patient tragically dies while under his care, mobile trauma nurse Tanner withdraws into himself. No longer working out in the field, he’s stuck on the midnight shift at St. Anthony’s Hospital and with each passing day, he sinks deeper into depression.

Ricky loves his job as a radiology tech. While he enjoys working with patients, the highlight of his day used to be when Tanner would bring a patient into the hospital. Although the nurse’s flirting was sometimes over the top, Ricky found himself growing attracted to the man. So when he learns that Tanner has taken a full-time job at the hospital, Ricky is excited…until he realizes that Tanner is a shell of the man he used to be. Ricky vows that no matter what he has to do, he will bring Tanner out of his depression. Will Ricky be able to make Tanner want to embrace life again? Or will Ricky lose the nurse to his own inner demons?

Excerpt:

After the rest of the kids filed out, Ricky started to clean up the mess so he could make them a decent breakfast.

“Why don’t you rest and let me do that?” Tanner offered.

Ricky knelt down and swiped up a bit of the juice-milk combo that had been missed. He straightened and tossed the paper towels into the trash. “You don’t need to bother. I ate on the drive home, remember? I’m feeling much better.”

In truth, Ricky still felt a bit shaky and tired, but he’d die before he admitted it. He already looked dorky enough as it was without adding more to it. A bit of a jam ended up on his scrub top and he took it off, regretting it immediately when he realized he’d worn a Doctor Who shirt underneath. It even had a picture of one of The Daleks on it with the words Exterminate!

He glanced down at it, heat covering his cheeks. “Can you not tell Ben about this? He loves to ride me for loving this show.”

“Why? I happened to love The Doctor.” Tanner started to help clear the remaining mess on the table.

Relief flooded Ricky and he found himself falling just a little bit harder for the nurse.

“Ben worries that I don’t get out enough,” Ricky confessed.

“Trust me, the club and bar scene are really overrated.” Tanner moved closer and ran a finger down Ricky’s chest. “Personally, I’d rather stay in and watch TV.”

“Really? Because if you want, we could come back after we drop off the kids…what I mean is if you’re not busy or….hell, you may not even be interested, and if you’re not, that’s okay. It would suck, but I won’t get upset… Not that I really don’t want—”

Tanner cut him off with a soft but intense kiss that demanded Ricky give it his full attention. Something he gladly did and then some. Letting out a short gasp, he brought his hands up and grabbed Tanner’s shoulders, wanting to get even closer to the man.

Ricky parted his lips, allowing Tanner to slide his tongue in his mouth. Desire punched through Ricky at the warm, spicy taste of Tanner. Each stroke of the man’s tongue seemed to go directly to Ricky’s cock, making him so hard and needy that he let out a couple of whimpers.

Tanner broke the kiss, but didn’t step back. Gazing down, he gently ran the pad of his thumb over Ricky’s bottom lip. Feeling a bit bold, Ricky darted his tongue out so he could lick the man’s skin.

“You taste so good,” Ricky whispered.

“Not nearly as good as you do,” Tanner whispered back, before going in for another kiss.

IT STOPS NOW...LIKE RIGHT NOW!

2011-09-27T01:33:00.000-04:00

*please excuse all typos and such, I'm feeling real emotional right now and am crying as I write this*

When I heard about the latest teen suicide, it took me a several days to fully deal with my emotions. I have been angry, depressed, sad, scared as hell and just plain heartbroken. I simply don't understand how I can live in a country that has such rampant hate. While we're supposed to be "Land of the Free" we are denying countless individuals even their more basic rights. What's more these so-called adults are subjecting kids to this kind of prejudice.So many teens fear going to school, because they know they will be the victims of emotional and physical abuse I was damn lucky in that Cody had a strong core of friends to support him. While he did face same stupid comments and jeers, he had just as many people around him telling him that they loved him. But we all know too well that's not always the case. So many of these kids don't have anybody to turn to. When Cody started the first GSA at his school, he had several teens tell him that before they had the group, they felt so alone in the world.

So when I stumbled across a new Youtube campaign, IT STOPS NOW...LIKE RIGHT NOW! I knew I had to spread the message. So, watch it and more importantly, spread the message...this hate, this bullying, this ignorance has to stop!

The Chronicles of Shane-Part One

2011-09-22T10:53:00.002-04:00

The shifter-owned bar smelled just exactly the same as it had the last time Shane had been there—stinky as hell.

Maybe Shane shouldn’t be too judgmental of the owner. After all, it must be damn hard to clean up after so many different breeds of shifters. They were all present—Cheetahs, Wolves, Ravens, Hawks and even an Alligator were all in their human forms, lounging around the run-down, dive.

And a dive it was. From the rough, stained wood floors, to the pitted walls that were covered in a god-awful shade of brown paint. No doubt the color had been chosen for its ability to hide stains, but that didn’t make it any less of an eyesore.

Shane quickly cast his gaze around the place, looking for both threats and possible exits, should things become froggy. Which they had the tendency to do whenever he was involved. As both Leopard and assassin, danger seemed to forever be by his side.

Maybe he didn’t like it to be that way, but that didn’t matter. That was the way things always were and he didn’t see them changing any time soon.

Pulling his dark hood over his head, he slowly walked to the back of the buidling. He could feel the curious stares practically burning holes into his dark, black uniform, but chose to ignore them, since he had a bigger target in his sights—the Jackal shifter tending bar.

Tacked to the wall by the bartender’s head was a poster of Shane. It wasn’t an actual photo, but rather an artist’s rendition. They still managed to capture his big doe eyes, soft, short, curly, brown hair and youthful face. Some liked to call his looks angelic. Rather than be offended by the observation, Shane embraced it. After all, it was much easier to take out a target when they assumed that their stalker was just an innocent kid who didn’t have a clue.

Unfortunately for him, his reputation preceded him this instance. By the time he reached the bar, the Jackal was shaking and a visible sheen of sweat had built up on the man’s bald head. Several tattoos were on his head and face, they were of various designs, most of which could be considered mildly offensive. Shane nearly rolled his eyes when he spotted one that was a hand with its middle finger extended. That gem marked the middle of the Jackal’s forehead. Subtle must be a word that this idiot had never heard of.

Shane flashed a cold smile at the shifter. It was the same grin Shane always used when he wanted to scare the shit out of somebody. Funny how a friendly gesture could be so dame terrifying at times.

“Hello, I was wondering if you could answer some questions for me.”

Might as well start off polite. While Shane already knew things would be getting physical and dirty, he did want to be able to tell his coalition leader that he’d tried to play nice at first.

The Jackal pointed a shaking finger to the poster. “You’re not allowed in here.”

Shane tilted his head to the side, studying the picture as if it were the first time he noticed it. “Hmmm…look at that, you guys don’t want me here. Now that just hurts my feelings.”

“What do you expect? You’re a barbarian.”

Now Shane directed that assessing glare at the Jackal. “This coming from a guy who has a topless woman tattooed on his cheek? Consider me not concerned about any opinion you may have.”

“Why don’t you just leave?”

The Jackal then did something so dumb Shane almost couldn’t believe it. The inked up jerk lifted the corner of his lip and snarled, which in the shifter world was a clear sign of aggression. Aggravated, Shane was tempted to reach over the bar to teach the asshat a lesson. In the end, Shane held back but only because he needed the guy alive and talking. Besides, Shane knew that the shifter was never going to back up his threat. Not only did the Jackal still have that sweating thing going on, but the fear rolled off him in waves. So Shane realized the bartender was only reacting to the ball-numbing terror he was experiencing.

“I’m feeling really nice tonight so I’m going to let your behavior slide,” Shane said in the calm tone he knew always spooked others so much. “But one more fuckup and I’m going to introduce you to my favorite dagger.”

“You wouldn’t dare. Your leader won’t allow you to just run around and hurt at will like you used to.”

Whipping out his dagger, Shane buried the tip into the rough wood of the bar, the blade missing the Jackal’s hand by mere inches.

The bartender froze, a small whimper passing though his lips.

“Heads up, Mitchell pays me to hurt people so you better start getting cooperative real quick or else I’m going to do some overtime on your ass.”

The Jackal swallowed hard a few times, his wide-eyed gaze never leaving the dagger. “What is that you want?”

“There’s been some feline families being attacked. Now, I’m sure you heard from the last time when the snake shifters were doing that kind of shit how cranky it makes us when other felines are threatened. I want to know who’s behind it.”

“I don’t know anything. I swear.”

Shane made tsking noises as he shook his head. “Now, Jackie, you’re just insulting me.”

Going by the way the Jackal cringed, he was either even more afraid or annoyed at the nickname Shane just laid on him. Not caring either way, Shane continued, “This is exactly the kind of place slime comes to relax and I know how talky those idiots can be once they have some booze in their system, so don’t piss around and tell me you haven’t heard anything. We both know that’s not true.”

“Okay, just don’t cut me, please. I may have heard that it was a group of Scorpion shifters. There’s some woman that’s leading them and she’s supposed to be mean.”

“Even meaner than me?” Shane blinked innocently.

Jackie nodded. “They say that she makes even you look sane.”

Shane pulled out the blade, satisfied that he had what he needed. Without bothering to say goodbye or fuck off, he turned and left. The entire time his mind was mulling over the new information and what he was coming up with wasn’t good at all.

He had a sneaky suspicion about who the Jackal was talking about and if so, the felines were in deep shit. Scorpions were bad to begin with, but this bitch was the worst of all. And her hatred for felines knew no bounds.

We won a battle in the war

2011-09-20T14:35:00.000-04:00

Shout it from the rooftops. Shout it to the sky. DADT has officially been repealed. I know it's just one fight in this long war for equality, but it's a huge victory. So, I'm sure nobody is surprised that I found a video to mark this event. It's a good one, though, a soldier comes out to his father via a phone call. It made me cry, but they were good tears. Thanks to The Daily What, which is where I found this video.

I swear that I'm not going to cry

2011-09-19T22:01:00.000-04:00

Today Cody moved away to college. While I knew this moment would be coming, it still doesn't make it suck any less. I'm really going to miss him and it's hard knowing I'm not going to see him for a couple of months. On a bittersweet note, a new episode of Glee starts tomorrow. While it's my favorite show, it's also something that Cody and I watched together every week. It's going to be lonely tomorrow when he's not viewing it with me anymore. So, to cheer myself up, I watched a few sneak peeks to this year's season.

Chance's Vindication

2011-09-15T20:26:00.000-04:00

Available now at eXtasy Books!

Raised in complete isolation—Raven shifter, Chance—knew little of the shifter world. While he realized that the Ravens were at war with feline shifters, he didn’t understand just how deep the hatred went until he took refuge with a coalition of felines—felines who sometimes seemed more likely to kill him than protect him from the Ravens hunting him. Living among his enemies, while being hated by his own kind, Chance withdraws into himself and begins to lose hope that he’ll ever be happy. To make things worse, Chance finds himself drawn to Thomas, a Lion shifter who despises all Ravens.

When Thomas is assigned to guard Chance, he’s not happy. His job is to kill Ravens, not babysit them. But as time passes, Thomas realizes he’s attracted to the shy, sweet man. But years of war against the Ravens, along with his own personal demons, lead Thomas to resist the draw he feels for Chance. Then Chance is taken captive and Thomas realizes how much his little Raven means to him. Will he find Chance in time, or will they both lose all hope of ever finding a happy ending?

Excerpt:

He turned off the water and dried off, wrapping the thick, white towel around his waist. As he opened the curtain, he still felt a little bit self-conscious about his near nudity. Thomas may have said that Chance looked good, but it was still hard to be one hundred percent confident after so many others had thrown disparaging comments his way.

Thomas was leaning against the sink, looking sexy as hell. He wore the all black uniform of cargo pants and a long sleeved shirt, the fabric molding to the man’s hard body perfectly. His blond hair looked so soft and inviting that Chance’s fingers tingled with the need to caress it. Since he didn’t know if that kind of touch would be accepted, however, he just nervously toyed with the edge of his towel.

“Come here,” Thomas commanded with a crook of his finger.

Even before Chance’s brain could fully register the words, his feet were moving forward. He stopped about a foot away from Thomas. That didn’t satisfy the man though, he let out a sigh before he hooked his fingers in the top of the towel and pulled Chance closer.

Thomas didn’t say anything, he just stared down at Chance. The Lion’s eyes were so soft…so understanding…so caring, that Chance found himself wanting to pour his heart out.

“I hate that I was born a Raven,” he said, his voice a mere whisper. “Even as a kid, I wanted to be normal, instead of something that was despised by everybody.”

Thomas trailed the back of his knuckles against Chance’s jaw, his touch leaving behind a velvet heat. “But then you wouldn’t be my Chance.”

My Chance. Oh, what Chance would give for that to truly be the case. The knowledge that they’d never truly be a mated pair hurt ten times more than the wounds to his side, yet there was no denying the truth. Ravens and felines would never, could never fall in love.

Of course, Chance’s heart had other ideas. For at that moment, he realized just how important Thomas was to him. He also knew it would tear him to pieces when the Lion finally woke up and walked away forever.

Never Forget

2011-09-11T18:18:00.001-04:00

Lately, I've come across a lot of videos or articles in relation to the tenth anniversary of September 11th. While there were hundreds that I could share with you, I decided to limit it to two. The first one I found was on The Advocate. It discusses Alice Hogland, the mother of Mark Bingham. Mark was one of the passengers on flight 93. Since Mark's death, his mother has gone on to be an advocate in many causes, including those for the GLBT community. To read the wonderful article about her you, to to The Advocate.

The second on I stumbled on at The Daily What. Titled, John and Joe, it's part of a series of videos put of by StoryCorps to commemorate 9/11. This one tells the story about John and Joe, two brothers who died that terrible day. Told by their father, he talks so lovingly about his sons, one a firefighter, the other a detective for the NYPD. It's bot heartbreaking and bittersweet at the same time.

Flash Mob for the Trevor Project

2011-09-07T20:00:00.000-04:00

This past Saturday a flash mob performed to "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" in support of the Trevor Project. The message was quite simple, "Talk to me." People just don't realize how powerful those three words can be. So next time you see somebody who is lost, sad, scared or alone, don't be afraid to go up to them and say, "Talk to me." You'd be amazed at how helpful and healing a sympathetic ear can be.

For more information on the Trevor Project, you can go to their website http://www.TheTrevorProject.org. You can also call them at The Trevor Lifeline at 866-488-7386. It's free, confidential and available 24/7, plus everything you say to them is 100% confidential.

Change on the Fly

2011-09-04T18:46:00.000-04:00

Available now at eXtasy Books!

From a very young age, Aldrich knew two things—he’d grow up to play professional hockey and he’d make his mentor fall in love with him. After years of hard work, both are within his grasp. Not only has a professional team called him up from his farm club, but the man he’s dreamed of for years has finally noticed him.

Then everything is brutally torn from him when he suffers a career-ending injury and finds himself dumped before the relationship has even really started. Depressed, he retreats to his childhood home where he runs into his former best friend and hockey buddy, Nobel. They rekindle their friendship and grow closer…in more ways than one. Aldrich is shocked to realize that not only has he been overlooking what could be the best thing in his life, but love may have always been right in his own backyard.

Excerpt:

He ran his fingers over some of the scars left behind by the various procedures they’d performed to save his life. While he knew it’d been a necessary evil in order to relieve the pressure in his skull when his brain swelled, it still made him bitter.

“You look beautiful,” Nobel declared as he walked into the bathroom.

Aldrich jumped, shocked at the man’s appearance. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

Nobel stepped closer, his hands going up to caress Aldrich’s scalp. “I’ve always loved your hair.”

A shiver went through Aldrich as Nobel’s fingers ghosted over his head. “You have?”

“Yes, I’ve also always wondered what it would be like to touch it like I am now.”

“Was it everything you thought it would be?” Aldrich asked before biting back a moan. Who knew a simple touch could feel so good?

“No, it’s much better than I ever dreamed.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better. I know how horrible it looks right now.”

“You’ll always be perfect to me.”

Wow, it didn’t get any better than that. Aldrich tipped his head back so he could meet Nobel’s gaze. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize sooner.”

“Realize what?”

“That you were right in front of me, waiting for me to get my head out of my ass.”

Nobel trailed his fingers down the side of Aldrich’s cheek, his fingers leaving behind a heated path. “I just kept hoping that one day you’d eventually wake up and see that I was waiting for you to notice me.”

“In my defense, I wasn’t a total idiot. You just told me you were gay, so how could I know that you were attracted to me?”

“If you would have bothered to look you would have noted how I was constantly checking out your ass.”

“Hmm… so that’s why you always insisted on walking behind me.” Aldrich became brave and wrapped his arms around Nobel’s waist.

When Nobel didn’t pull back, but instead put his own arms around Aldrich’s shoulder, a heady thrill went through Aldrich. Emboldened, he moved in closer, until their bodies were pressed together. When he felt the hard press of Nobel’s cock against him, Aldrich grinned.

“Is that for me?” he asked.

Since Nobel was a few inches taller Aldrich had to tilt his head up some to keep eye contact. It made his neck crick a bit, but he didn’t mind if it meant being able to stare into Nobel’s dark gaze.

Nobel ran one hand down Aldrich’s back. “You know it is.”

Aldrich rocked forward, making sure Nobel could feel that he was hard as well. “That’s okay, you’re not the only one who is feeling…excited.”

A tremble went through Aldrich’s body as his arousal rose a couple notches. He tilted his head a bit farther back, praying to all that was holy and unholy that Nobel got the message.

Double Release Day!

2011-08-31T20:45:00.000-04:00

I was so excited to find out that eXtasy put up my Lost Shifer free read this morning. That means I have a double release day, because, Ash Swan my co-authored book with Amber Kell also came out today at Resplendence Publishing ! Since I know many of you have been looking forward to both of these, I've posted the blurbs and buy links below.

Hey, There's Fur in My Wedding Cake

The last thing Russell wants to do is go back to the home that his childhood Wolf pack exiled him from. Yet, like it or not, that's where Russell's sorry ass is going. The fact that he's doing so in order to attend a wedding between his old Alpha and a feline shifter only make it more aggravating. Just when Russell least expects it, a most welcome diversion comes, via way a cute, sexy Lynx shifter named Dalton.

Cob Brothers Series, Book One

When Prince Landon Cob sees Brian Dawson, he's not sure what to make of the bicycle courier with a pierced nose and green streaks in his hair, but the man's gentleness in feeding the water fowl strikes a chord with him. In this story of Swan Prince meets Cinderfella, two men from different backgrounds have to find a way to counter magic and divergent lifestyles to find their happy ending.

Cold Star

2011-08-29T22:42:00.000-04:00

Part music video, part short film, Cold Star has to be one of the most moving things I've seen recently. It brings a message of acceptance and understanding, as a young man not only battles bullies, but struggles to accept his sexuality. While the video is longish, it's so worth it to see the ending.

OK Go and The Muppets

2011-08-24T18:35:00.000-04:00

OK Go and the Muppets...in one video???? I think I've died and gone to heaven.

I have some exciting news!

2011-08-20T00:35:00.000-04:00

First off, I found the perfect picture of Noah for my trading cards. I'm getting them made up for GayRom, so if you're there, make sure to pick one up.

Secondly, I'm geeked to announce that I'll be starting a new series, called the The Night Wardens. The first book will come out this October and is going to be titled, Night Terrors. It will be a M/M, paranormal that's going to be edgy and dark. More details on that to come later.

Finally, in addition to the one free read that I already promised you, which will be available soon at eXtasy Books, I'll be posting some more free reads here on this blog. They're going to be titled, The Chronicles of Shane and will follow our favorite assassin's adventures.

What Waldo has been up to

2011-08-19T13:13:00.000-04:00

Just because it's Friday and I'm in a very, very, silly mood. (Yeah, I used that harsh word again) Here is a fun, yet pointless video. Enjoy!

In His Hero's Shadow

2011-08-14T22:40:00.001-04:00

Available tomorrow at eXtasy Books!

Blurb:

In all the years they’ve know each other, trauma nurse Chauncey and paramedic Brody have only ever agreed on one thing: their mutual hatred for one another, which only seems to grow with each exchange they have. While they may have to work together, and share many mutual friends, they couldn’t be more different. Brody see Chauncey as nothing more than a bossy jerk, whereas Chauncey thinks Brody is a cocky brat who needs a good punch in the nose. What neither one of them is willing to admit is that they share a dirty little secret – a mutual attraction that burns almost as deep as their animosity.

One night they lose control and give in to their passion. When they wake up in each others’ arms, they have to face one of the biggest decisions of their lives: do they give love a chance, or are their differences just too big to overcome?

Excerpt:

Brody tossed down his clipboard and stormed out of the room, fully aware that he’d left the last vestiges of his self-respect behind him. He rushed outside and over to his rig. Taking refuge in the space between the side of the ambulance and the wall of the bay, he finally stopped to catch his breath. Leaning his back against the rig, he fought to get himself under control.

How could he have been so stupid? After all the times Chauncey made it clear that he couldn’t stand him, Brody had still foolishly allowed himself to believe that there could be anything between them. Brody should have remembered that they were from two different worlds and that they’d never be able to mix.

Sure, it happened with Kiefer and his boyfriend, but that had been a onetime thing. An anomaly that would never happen again. In other words, a fairy tale that wasn’t going to be repeated. Especially for somebody like him.

He looked down at his scuffed work boots as he fought to get a grip on his emotions. Kiefer would be coming out to join him soon and the last thing Brody wanted was to have to deal with more questions.

“What in the hell was that all about?” Chauncey demanded as he rounded the ambulance.

Brody jumped in shock, then flushed as he realized that was the second time he’d done the scared kitten stunt in less than a half hour. Recovering, he shoved his hands in his pocket, then casually kicked at a pebble.

“I’d tell you, but then you’d probably go blab it all over Pontiac, you big, fat tattle tale.”

Chauncey stormed over, not stopping until they were inches apart and facing each other. That still didn’t seem to be enough for the nurse. He braced his hands on either side of Brody’s head and leaned in until their noses were almost touching.

“I didn’t say a word to Tanner,” Chauncey growled.

“Then why was he giving me the whole I-know-what-you’ve-been-doing look?”

“Because with the way you usually act, he thinks he does.”

Outraged, Brody tried to shove Chauncey away, only to find the nurse wouldn’t budge. Brody silently cursed fate for giving him such a scrawny build as he huffed in irritation.

“Are you calling me a slut?”

“You told me yourself that up until a few months ago that you were,” Chauncey pointed out.

“Are you going to use everything I said last night against me?”

After the way he’d opened himself up to Chauncey it would destroy him if the man turned on him that way. Brody had shared things with him that he’d never told another living soul.

Chauncey’s expression grew tender as he cupped Brody’s face. “Babe, I would never do that to you.”

“Why should I believe you? I know you can’t stand me.”

“If I couldn’t stand you, I wouldn’t be out here now, trying to make you feel better. Do you honestly think I’d

do that unless I cared for you?”

Brody shook his head. “I don’t know what to think.”

“Then don’t think.” Chauncey leaned down and lightly brushed their lips together. “Just feel.”

Ashton and Justice

2011-08-07T17:56:00.000-04:00

Available now at Amber Allure!

When his domineering brother drags him to a college party, Justice expects only to have yet another boring night out. So he’s both shocked and intrigued when he catches the eye of a cute, mysterious stranger named Ashton. Just as the men introduce themselves, Justice’s brother intervenes and drags them apart. It’s then that Justice learns the awful truth—Ashton’s father is a notorious criminal, and Justice’s own father is the District Attorney who has made it a personal goal to take down Ashton’s family.

While Ashton may have grown up around criminals, he’s nothing like them. Hardworking and compassionate, he’s done everything he can to prove he’s a good person. When he meets Justice, Ashton is instantly drawn to the soft-spoken man. Then Ashton realizes how Justice has a horrible home life and becomes determined to protect the other man, no matter the cost.

As the two men grow closer, they face hostilities from their own families. Will Justice and Ashton be able to find happiness together, or is their love destined to end in tragedy?

Excerpt:

...Ashton moved in closer. Even over the stench of beer and too many bodies pressed together, Justice could detect the scent of sandalwood. Though it’d never appealed to him before, at that moment it sent a jolt of desire through his body.

“So, I take it you’re not a fan of the beer?” Ashton nodded to Justice’s cup.

“I much prefer a cold Mike’s Lemonade.”

“I’ll have to remember that.”

“Why?”

“So I know what to order for you on our first date.” Ashton flashed a playful look.

Justice laughed. He couldn’t believe such a hot guy was actually flirting with him. What’s more, he was flirting back. That had to be a first. Usually Justice stuck to the corners and rarely ventured out to socialize at all.

“You seem pretty certain that I’m going to agree to that plan,” Justice countered as he took a step forward.

His fingers itched to reach out and touch Ashton. Even a light caress would have sufficed. Just so long as he got to test how hard and warm the other man’s flesh felt. Justice clutched the cup tighter in his hand to resist from giving in to his urges.

“Does that mean you’re going to tell me ‘no’?” Ashton asked.

Justice shook his head. “If I could, I’d suggest that we bail from this party and take off now.”

“What’s holding you here?”

Justice felt himself blushing while he shrugged. “I kind of promised my brother that I’d stay for at least three hours.”

“Was that the blond you were talking to a few minutes ago?”

“Yeah, I know we don’t look much alike.”

“You’re right. You are way better looking than him.” Ashton reached up and lightly brushed one knuckle down Justice’s chest.

Justice sucked in a breath. Oh, my Lady Gaga! Once again, he thought he had to be dreaming or something because guys like Ashton didn’t flirt with mousy dorks like him. He looked down at the area of his chest that had just been blessed enough to be touched by Ashton. The skin still tingled from the caress.

“Funny, most people usually think it’s the other way around,” Justice confessed.

Ashton leaned in and whispered in Justice’s ear, “Surprise. I’m not most people.”

A shiver went down Justice’s spine and traveled to his cock. “No, you’re not.”

Justice set his cup of beer on a nearby table because he’d started to tremble so badly he worried he’d spill the stuff on him. The only thing worse than drinking the junk was reeking of it. Something he’d know from previous experience when Craig and his friends thought it would be fun to douse the “sissy boy.”

Still keeping his lips inches from Justice’s ear, Ashton asked, “So, if you won’t leave with me now, at least have some mercy on me and give me your phone number.”

Somehow Justice’s hands ended up on Ashton’s shoulders. His mind began to spin from all the emotions colliding inside him, the two biggest being arousal and shock. Arousal because—Hello!—Ashton was sex bundled up in a college T-shirt, and shock because Justice never moved this fast before. His dates were few and far between and never before had he touched, let alone kissed, until at least one or two weeks of knowing the other guy. Yet, as he found himself pressing his body closer to Ashton, Justice knew with a certainty that they’d be kissing within seconds. Justice closed his eyes and began to inch even closer.

“What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Craig snarled.

Before Justice could react, his brother grabbed him by the arm and jerked him away. Justice opened his eyes and gasped as he readied himself for yet another one of Craig’s verbal assaults. Instead, much to his surprise, Craig shoved Justice behind him before turning his fury onto Ashton.

“I don’t know what kind of game you think you’re playing, but keep my brother out of it,” Craig snapped, his face red with anger.

“Craig?” Justice wondered what in the hell was going on. It’s not like he already didn’t know that Justice was gay, so it couldn’t be the fact that he’d been getting up close and personal with another man. So, he had no idea what had pissed Craig off so much.

Ashton held his hands up in a peaceful gesture. “We were just talking.”

Craig snorted. “I’ll bet. It’s more likely that your dad sent you out to screw with our family because of our father.”

“I’m sorry, I still don’t understand,” Ashton replied calmly.

“You don’t think I wouldn’t recognize you as Carter Garner’s son?” Craig challenged.

Justice stomach dropped at the name. Carter Garner ran the biggest illegal drug ring in the state. The name was so sickeningly familiar because he heard it every night at the dinner table as his own father, a DA, railed about how he couldn’t wait to finally hang a conviction on the criminal...

7 CDO BTY-Don't Stop Believing

2011-08-06T23:42:00.000-04:00

The guys from the 7 CDO BTY, who are stationed in Afghanistan, made up this delightful lip dub to Glee's Don't Stop Believing. The only thing missing are some great Mike Chang dance moves. I can't wait until all the soldiers are home, then we can sing along with them.

Outlaws of Love-Adam Lambert

2011-08-01T00:23:00.000-04:00

I just caught this video of Adam Lambert's new single, Outlaws of Love and I have to say it's amazing. Written for all those who have felt they aren't accepted for who they are, the ballad is both touching and beautiful. On a side note, I really do love his hair. It kind of reminds me of the style Chance has in the upcoming Lost Shifter book, Chance's Vindication.

Civil Unions vs Marriage Rights

2011-07-28T00:21:00.000-04:00

I wanted to thank everyone for the wonderful messages and emails they sent me regarding Cody. While he's out of the hospital, he's still in a fair amount of pain, so I've been really tied up taking care of him. I haven't been able to get on my computer too much, but every time I do manage to get on my email, I'm greeted by a new "get well" message. I think I have some of the best readers and friends in the world and I love you all.

I did manage to find a new video, however, and while it's older it still has a very powerful message. Many people seem to under the misguided notion that Civil Unions and Marriage are the same things, which could not be farther from the truth. Civil Unions don't carry nearly the same amounts of rights that legal marriages do and don't even get me started on DOMA. I think think this funny, yet insightful song by Julie Goldman points out some of those differences perfectly.

Update

2011-07-21T15:53:00.000-04:00

As some of you may already know, Cody is going in for surgery tomorrow. He suffers from Pectus Carinatum, which is better known as pigeon chest.The entire procedure is expected to take over three hours, and they anticipate that he'll be in the hospital for the following three to four days. Since I'm a very overprotective mother, I'm going to stay with him the entire time. Even though he's going to be eighteen next month, I just can't leave my baby overnight.

Because of all this, I've had to change around my release schedule a bit. While I will be taking my computer with me, I just don't know how much work I'll be able to get done. So, I won't be having an August 1st release with eXtasy. Don't despair, however, on the 15th the next EMS Heat book will be coming out. Plus, I have two other releases in August. Ash Swan, my joint release with Amber Kell is slated to come out around August 3rd-ish and on August 7th, Ashton and Justice is coming out at Amber Allure.

As soon as I can, I promise to post another update and let you all know how the surgery went. Hopefully the hospital has internet. Otherwise, I'll be lost without my daily blog fix.

Monday's Inspiration

2011-07-18T16:24:00.000-04:00

.....and speaking of marriage equality, this video is amazing, wonderful, beautiful, fantastic, touching, awesome and just all-around perfect.

#EvolveAlready

2011-07-17T18:33:00.000-04:00

GetEQUAL has put out a new video and this one is directed at the President. Made up from a collection of Twitter messages, it's urging our leader to take a harder stance for GLBT rights and to fight for equality for ALL of America's citizens.

I know I've said this before, but it deserves to be repeated. My son and all other GLBT individuals face discrimination at every turn.In Michigan, he can be fired from his job or denied housing, just based on his orientation. While gay marriage has passed in some states, here it's still not legal. Plus, the American Red Cross still is refusing to take blood donations from gay and bisexual men.

“It takes no compromising to give people their rights. It takes no money to respect the individual. It takes no survey to remove repressions.” Harvey Milk

Ranger's Folly is here!!

2011-07-15T22:26:00.000-04:00

Available now at eXtasy Books!

Description

Exiled from his childhood pack and hated by his family, Wolf shifter, Ranger vowed that he'd always protect others from sharing his same heartbreak. He fulfilled his promise, first by taking in stray shifters and then later on becoming a soldier for a feline coalition. So when he finds a strange Eagle shifter stalking one of his friends, it's only natural that Ranger becomes protective. Especially when said Eagle is in the company of two Ravens--the most evil of all shifters.

Eagle shifter, Xavier lost everything dear to him when tragedy struck his family years ago. Taken in and raised in extreme seclusion by a family of Ravens, he's always felt as if a piece of himself was missing. When he finds that his twin is alive and living with feline shifters, Xavier can't resist his curiosity.

Fighting their mutual distrust, Xavier and Ranger also find themselves becoming drawn to each other. In a world that's not always so black and white, can they get beyond prejudices and the taboo, or will their love be lost to hate?

Excerpt

Emboldened, Ranger took the last few steps that separated them. Once he got in close enough, he reached out and flicked the bill of the hat up.

Startled green eyes blinked up at him as the kid’s face was finally revealed. And there was no question about it—this punk was a kid in almost every sense of the word. While he appeared to be in his early twenties, his gaze held an innocent, vulnerable quality to it.

Ranger leaned in, buried his nose in the crook of the kid’s neck and breathed in deep. What he found made his heart hammer in shock. He even took another sniff, just to make sure his nose hadn’t been fooling him.

“Well, fuck a duck. You’re an Eagle, just like Riley.”

For some reason that seemed to piss the kid off. He pulled back with a snarl. “I’m nothing like Riley.”

The familiarity in which that name rolled off the supposed stranger’s lips sparked Ranger’s curiosity further. He reached up and tore the hat all the way off, not too surprised when he found blond hair underneath.

Studying the kid’s face, Ranger did a quick inventory. While the eye coloring may be different, there were other things that were damningly similar to Riley—the slightly upturned nose, the high cheekbones, full lips, even the thin bone structure.

“You’re more than just an Eagle, you’re Xavier,” Ranger declared with certainty.

They’d only learned recently that Riley’s twin brother Xavier had survived a tragedy that’d killed off the rest of their family. They’d both been young at that time and completely defenseless. While Riley had been taken in and raised by a human female, the whereabouts of Xavier had remained a mystery.

Until now.

Xavier gave a jerky shake of his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just a nobody who happened to get lost in the woods and ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Okay then, tell me what your name is,” Ranger challenged, calling his bluff.

Xavier stiffened, his breath hitching slightly. After a moment’s reflection, he answered in a halting voice, “Bob?”

“You want to try that again? And this time, I suggest you don’t end it with a question mark.”

“What’s wrong with Bob? It’s a perfectly acceptable name.”

Ranger planted his hand on either side of Xavier’s head, trapping the Eagle in. “I never said there was anything wrong with that name, but we both know that it’s not what you’re called.”

A moment of silence stretched between them before Xavier slightly tilted his head to the side in a thoughtful manner. “I don’t think I’ll tell you my name. After all, you haven’t even bothered to introduce yourself, so why should I bother with niceties?”

“My name is Ranger.”

For some reason that brought out a soft laugh from Xavier.

“As in Yogi, the Ranger isn’t going to like that?” Xavier asked, doing a dead-on impersonation of Boo-Boo.

“You seem awfully cheerful for somebody who’s trapped.” Ranger leaned in until their noses were inches apart and growled.

Angry Birds and Cats

2011-07-12T19:36:00.000-04:00

I finally had to admit that I had no life when I realized the highlight of my week was finally being able to download the Angry Birds Rio app to my Nook. I also had to admit that I'm an addict in desperate need of an intervention. No matter how hard I try, I just can't resist those birds and their slingshot. It's gotten so bad that, while out driving, I'll study abandoned structures and try to determine how many birds it will take to knock it down.

As if one addiction isn't bad enough, I find myself increasingly drawn to cat videos on the internet. From cats on a treadmill to the Kitty Cat Dance, I waste far too much time on them. So you can imagine my glee when The Daily Show ran a clip last night the combines my two loves...cats and birds. While the birds weren't really of the Angry variety, I still laughed my ass off while watching this. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I really love how the guy from "My Cat from Hell" makes a cameo appearance.

The Daily Show With Jon Stewart

Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c

Sophie's Choice - Cats Vs. Birds

www.thedailyshow.com

Daily Show Full Episodes

Political Humor & Satire Blog

The Daily Show on Facebook

"The (Don't Say) Gay Song"

2011-07-08T23:45:00.000-04:00

I've been meaning to share this video for a while now. It was made in response to Tennessee's "Don't Say Gay Bill", In effect, the bill bans teachers and educators from discussing homosexuality in the classrooms. One of the best things about this video, aside from the fantastic message is the fact that it stars the Leffews. They are a really beautiful family and it's easy to see how happy they are.

I also attached another great video that addresses the issue, George Takei Vs Tennessee's "Don't Say Gay" Bill. And, yeah, I bought the shirt and button.I just couldn't resist.

Ranger's Folly

2011-07-05T22:19:00.000-04:00

Ranger's Folly-the next installment of the Lost Shifter Series-Coming soon to eXtasy Books

Exiled from his childhood pack and hated by his family, Wolf shifter Ranger vowed that he'd help prevent others from suffering the same heartbreak. He fulfilled his promise, first by taking in stray shifters and then by becoming a soldier for a feline coalition. When he discovers a strange Eagle shifter stalking one of his friends, it's only natural that Ranger becomes protective, especially when said Eagle is in the company of two of the most evil shifters of all: Ravens.

Eagle shifter Xavier lost everything dear to him when tragedy struck his family years ago. Raised in extreme seclusion by a family of Ravens, he's always felt as if a piece of himself was missing. After he learns that he has a twin brother, who is alive and living with feline shifters, Xavier can't resist learning more about his brother.

Fighting their mutual distrust, Xavier and Ranger also find themselves drawn to each other. In a world that's not always so black and white, can they get beyond prejudices and taboo, or will their love be lost to hate?

TV Time With Cody

2011-07-02T23:58:00.000-04:00

I only have a month and a half before Cody moves away for college, *sob* While I know he needs to grow up, I'm going to miss the snot out of him. Just a couple of weeks ago we volunteered for HRC at Grand Rapid's Pride. I was amazed at how well informed and professional he was. It's been a year since he's come out and he's grown so much in that time.

Lately, one of our favorite things to do together has been watching the show 1 Girl and 5 Gays. Filmed in Canada, it's a talk show where a female hosts asks five gay men twenty questions about "love and life". I love the host, Aliya-Jasmine. Plus, some of the guys on the show have stolen my heart as well, Matt Barker, Jean-Paul and Jonathan are just a few of them. It's very interesting to hear some the guys' answers to the questions. There have also been some very memorable moments. I found clips from two of them and I posted them below. I hope you enjoy them. *warning the first video features extensive penis talk, so it's NSFW*

Blind Pass

2011-07-01T15:02:00.000-04:00

Available now at eXtasy Books!

Blurb

All his life Jochen has had one dream and one dream only—to become a professional hockey player. Now after years of hard work, he’s close to his goal. Well…maybe a better term would be almost there since he’s playing for a minor league team and is barely making a livable wage. Still, he’s not complaining since he feels like it will only be a matter of time before he’s called up to the NHL. He just needs to make sure that he doesn’t allow any distractions to get into his way.

Then a huge distraction plows into his life when Jochen volunteers to help at a summer youth clinic. There he meets Rebel, a very sexy, cute and tempting goalie. The problem is both of them are deep in the closet. They both fear that coming out could hurt their careers. Besides, all they’re doing is having a little fun on the side and they don’t feel like it’s anybody’s business. Then just as they least expect it, their secret comes out in the most explosive way possible, forcing Jochen to admit just how much Rebel means to him. Will their love be able to survive the fallout, or will they lose everything they ever wanted?

Excerpt

“Have they ever hurt you?”

Rebel shrugged. “Just some of your everyday locker room hazing. No biggie.”

Going by the tense way Rebel held himself, it actually was a really big deal. A wave of protectiveness rushed over Jochen and he felt the sudden urge to punch out the entire Cougar roster. Minus Rebel, of course.

“There’s a difference between harassment and some fun ribbing,” Jochen pointed out.

Rebel let out a sigh. “It’s not that bad. Certainly not anything even close to what they used to do to Sergei.”

“What they did to him was criminal, so I would hardly consider that the bar you should use for comparison.”

For a second he thought Rebel would argue that one, in the end the goalie set down his drink and rocked on his feet for a few moments before continuing on in a calm tone.

“I knew before I even went there it would be hard. I’m small, blond and shy. All of the things guys like that hate. My own brothers used to tease me about the way I am.”

“Let me guess, you were the youngest?”

“Yeah, I have three older brothers. While they’re usually pretty overprotective of me, at times they could be jerks, too.”

“But nothing like the Cougars.” It came out as a statement rather than a question, because Jochen felt pretty certain that Rebel’s brothers could never be that cruel. Or at least he hoped not. He couldn’t imagine having to grow up in an environment that hostile.

“No, my brothers could never be like that. In fact, if they knew how the Cougars were treating me, they’d…” Rebel bit his bottom lip and gave a slight shake of his head.

“They’d be pissed and want to do something about it?” Jochen finished for him.

Rebel didn’t reply. He just averted his gaze as he continued to gnaw on his bottom lip. He worked the piece of flesh so hard, Jochen worried he’d make the thing bleed. Even though he knew it wasn’t the wisest thing to do, Jochen reached out and gently used his thumb to nudge Rebel’s chin down.

It worked. Rebel parted his mouth, his lower lip springing free. Jochen’s breath caught as he found himself mesmerized by the temptation so close to him. All he’d have to do is lower his head a few inches and he could find out if Rebel tasted as good as he looked.

The craziest part of the whole thing was that Rebel didn’t appear to have any intentions of pulling back. If anything, he seemed to be swaying in a bit. As if he wanted the contact just as badly as Jochen did.

“Yeah, they wouldn’t want me to go through all that,” Rebel whispered.

Jochen frowned in confusion. The past few moments of lust having made his brain mush.

“Huh?”

“My brothers. They wouldn’t want me miserable.”

It wasn’t lost on Jochen that he hadn’t moved his fingers. They were still cupping Rebel’s chin. It felt damn good, too. The heat of the man’s flesh called to Jochen, almost as if begging for him to slowly explore every decadent inch of Rebel’s body.

The one sane brain cell left in his head screamed at Jochen to pull away, that this was no way to guard his secret and that if he didn’t knock it off, Rebel would probably get pissed. Hell, the guy could strike out at any moment.

Yet, Rebel did none of those things. No, he did the last thing Jochen was prepared for. With a soft groan, Rebel ran his tongue over his lips. As if he was preparing them for some really good action.

A day at the races

2011-06-29T02:26:00.000-04:00

Since I needed a good laugh, I thought I would share a video that's both funny and cute.

Cover Time!

2011-06-17T18:50:00.001-04:00

Coming soon to eXtasy Books-the next installment of the Blue Line Hockey series!

Then a huge distraction plows into his life when Jochen volunteers to help out a summer youth clinic. There he meets Rebel, a very sexy, cute and tempting goalie. The problem is both of them are deep in the closet. They both fear that coming out could hurt their careers. Besides all they’re doing is having a little fun on the side and they don’t feel like it anybody’s business. Then just as they least expect it, their secret comes out in the most explosive way possible, forcing Jochen to admit just how much Rebel means to him. Will their love be able to survive the fallout, or will they lose everything they ever wanted?

Vengeance Paid With Blood

2011-06-15T20:35:00.000-04:00

Vengeance Paid With Blood-Available now at eXtasy Books

Description

Even though the Drones have struck a staggering blow against the Pure Born government, the war is far from over. Now on the defensive against more attacks from their enemies, it’s never been more dangerous to be a Drone or one of their allies. However, Toby and his warlock mate, Blaine, have no choice but to leave the safety of their clan and venture out into this hostile world. If they are to be truly happy together, they must get rid of the evil warlock who not only threatens their happiness, but their lives. So they set out to find and destroy this menace before it can come to them.

As they hit the road, they run into additional danger and forge alliances in the most unlikely of places. Time is running out, though and they soon find themselves in a fight for their lives. Will Blaine and Toby be able to eliminate this darkness that is endangering them or will they be doomed to fail?

Excerpt

It took nearly that entire hour to make the short drive to the hotel and check in. Toby and Blaine took one room, while poor Kale got saddled with Ian as a roommate. Kale didn't voice any complaints, but he did shoot off a you-owe-me glare as he took the room key.

Once that was settled, Blaine ushered Toby inside and quickly pulled all the drapes closed. He then put the Do Not Disturb sign up to ensure the maid didn't barge in. Toby dumped his bag on the bed and let out a loud yawn.

"Damn, I'm beat and we just got started," Toby said.

"Are you hungry? I could run out real quick and pick something up," Blaine offered.

Toby yawned again as he shook his head. "Nah, I can wait until we get up."

Trying to keep his voice as casual as possible, Blaine asked, "How about a shower then?"

A sexy smile spread over Toby's lips. "That sounds like fun. Are you going to come in and help me get those hard to reach spots?"

Blaine chuckled as his cock began to stir with interest. "I think I can force myself to perform that unpleasant chore."

Toby kicked off his tennis shoes. "Ha! You better. Do you remember the first time we showered together?"

Blaine toed off his own shoes, a small burn of embarrassment covered his cheeks as he recalled that not-so-proud moment of his past. "Yeah, it was right after I got pinned down by that skunk ape. It wasn't that long ago that it happened."

"Tell me about it. I swear that stench is still burned into my nostrils. I don't think I've ever run into something that stinky and I used to live in a farming community."

Toby slid off his tee, revealing his perfect upper body. His washboard abs just screamed to be touched, nibbled and licked, but Blaine held back, wanting to get into the shower as quickly as possible. He took off his shirt, too, tossing it to the side before reaching for the fly of his pants.

"Goddess, I wanted to fuck you so bad when we were in that shower," Blaine confessed as he took off his jeans and underwear.

"Since we were in the infirmary and there were several witnesses that would have been a bit awkward."

Blaine groaned as Toby lost the rest of his clothes. Now completely nude, Toby reached down and stroked his own erection a few times, a small gasp coming from his parted lips. Blaine's own dick felt so hard it bordered on painful. He still didn't move to give himself any relief, too caught up in the show Toby was giving.

"There's something I've been wanting to do all day," Toby said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What's that?" Blaine asked, his gaze still locked on Toby's hand, which continued to slowly move up and down.

By way of answer, Toby let go of his cock, walked over and dropped to his knees in front of Blaine. Looking up from under his thick lashes, Toby said, "I've been dreaming of doing this to you since we left headquarters."

Blaine nodded his consent, earning a pleased smile from Toby. He then lowered his gaze and began to concentrate on the task at hand.

Black Spark-Danceinmyheartnow-NSFW Video

2011-06-09T13:17:00.000-04:00

Several months ago a new internet sensation appeared- Black Spark. While he's always made it a point to keep his true identity a secret, there has been much debate about who he really is. Just like there has been a great deal of contention over whether his work is art or porn. I tend to go more toward art, although I will admit the videos are very, very graphic sexually. This particular video is on my favorites because it features, Seven Spark, who appears to be an avid little reader. Let me warn you this video is extremely NSFW and features heavy adult content, so make sure you're not in the office when you hit the play button. When you do get a chance to watch it, however, I'd be interested in your opinions-art? porn? both? Once again, this video is NSFW and only for those who are over the age of 18.

Byran Safi takes on the "f" word

2011-06-06T22:32:00.000-04:00

Infomania's Bryan Safi talks about two recent incidents in which NBA players were fined for using a homophobic slur. As always, he manages to bring a touch of humor to a real serious topic. I've decided Bryan is one of my favorite people to watch on TV. He's so cute and he's not afraid to speak his mind, two perfect personality traits.