Saturday, 23 November 2013

The Face in the Window - Giveaway and Review.

I should SO post in here more often. I've not been posting anywhere often lately. Busy Busy. With a kid who turns 13 tomorrow, and Christmas just around the corner, real life is getting in the way big time. My Christmas decorations went up today and I'll try to post pictures if I every work out how to upload them from my phone without having to go via facebook all the time.

The hamsters and cats don't know what hit them. Well, mostly the cats because hamsters can't really get tangled in tinsel - not unless you put some in their cage, which we wouldn't.

It was a cold wintry day, very pretty but damn cold and I took my son to the big city for a day out with his sister and her girlfriend. My kids went to the theatre together, then were meeting up with said girlfriend (who is utterly adorable and I love) after. Normally. I would have been more than happy when she asked if I'd like to go for coffee while my children were in the theater, however.... Today, I hadn't thought I'd be getting out of the car - just drop him and run - therefore, I was wearing my pyjama top. Thankfully, I'd changed my trousers and was wearing jeans. Nevertheless I did have a bright pink fluffy top with a Scottie dog on the front. No one turned a hair.

Well, on the way home, I stopped for a KFC. I knew a review of my new book was up today and I was literally cacking myself. It was like waiting for exam results. Then...there it was, lurking in my inbox, the link I was waiting for. 'Should I open it now?' I asked myself, 'or should I wait until I get home to avoid the inevitable melt down and in restaurant sobbing if it was a bad review.

Literally shaking almost too much to tap the screen I opened the email, then followed the link to the site. My heart was pounding and the BBQ wrap was slowly oozing all over the table.

When I read the review, I tried hard not to cry, but failed.

Read it here

Sid Love's Blog

For a chance to win a copy head off here and leave a comment.

To buy the ebook go here or to Amazon

Thursday, 14 November 2013

The Face in the Window - Awesome Review

Just got an awesome review from a reader and had to share it with you guys.

What a beautiful story. :heart:   But so painful near the end i had tears running down my face I could hardly read the words on the screen.  You truly have a unique and beautiful style of writing no matter what genre you write in. I think truthfully you are a Tally inside beautiful and brave and your writing shows that. I loved The two chapters at Uncle Colin's and i absolutely agree with Aces's description of him and Logan got away with murder his parents should have did a lot more to him other than "understand" him. Both boys were had been sheltered and hid away the difference was Ace's parents did the sheltering of Ace because of them being blind about their son and Haze was the one who hid himself away because of guilt and a deep sadness that he couldn't come to terms with.  But they both came out into the sunshine first Ace then Haze, I actually think that Ace got the better of the deal and it was easier for him than Haze. A truly beautiful book it reminds me of those pictures you see that are tiny pictured that when you first look at it seems to be a jumble then turn the page, blur your vision just a bit and a whole different picture springs from the page.  The story deals with abuse some physical, some mental and then you have the gay card thrown in but after sitting back wiping my tears the whole picture comes out and it was full of love.  Many types if love, disabling love like Ace,'s parents had for him, the abusive feelings that Nick and Logan had, though Nick did grow up eventually. Then there was the adolescent love even childish love that  Haze had with his childhood love, and finally the grownup romantic love that nurtured and strengthened Haze and Ace and allowed them to grow up and accept what they couldn't change and grab onto what they could.  Sappy I know but it really was a very unique and beautiful story and so totally a "Nephy delight" to read. thank you and I will now add Cheryl Headford to my list of favourite authors to watch out for. :glomp:   

Saturday, 2 November 2013

The Face in the Window by Cheryl Headford New Release from Featherweight Press

There are those who can't see and those who don't want to, but we're all blind sometimes.

ISBN# 978-1-60820-8937 (print) $14.99
            MLR-1-02013-0162 (ebook) $7.99
Release Date   October 2013
Cover Artist    Deana C. Jamroz
.           288 pages / 79,000 words
Available At:   Featherweight Press (ebook)

Ace is blind and Haze is damaged. They live in different worlds and not everyone is happy when they become boyfriends. Haze is struggling with the after effects of a traumatic event in his past that has left him at the mercy of an uncontrollable rage. When Ace’s brother steps up his campaign of torment against Ace, they’re all in danger from Haze’s outbursts, though it isn’t until things get completely out of control that the healing can really begin. But with Ace unseeing and Haze perched on the edge of a cliff, will either of them survive long enough to benefit?

Excerpt One – Meeting Ace

I will never forget the first time I saw Ace Richmond, not as long as I live and probably beyond. He was sitting at the kitchen table, the chair pushed back and his long legs crossed at the ankle under the table. There was a plate of sandwiches in front of him and he was eating an apple. I saw none of that.
To say that I had ‘seen’ him through the window would have been like saying that I had seen the reflection of the moon on the surface of a still lake or the sun setting into the sea. Beautiful but only a pale shadow of the real thing.
Today he was wearing an acid green t-shirt with a pink elephant on the front that was somewhat jarring on the eyes, especially matched with the lurid pink tartan trousers and the large jewel encrusted sunglasses that were completely out of place. I had to blink twice to fully take them in. However, if his clothing was something of a shock it was nothing compared to the rest of him.
He had appeared slender and ephemeral from my standpoint below, thin and pale. Up close he was far more substantial. He was not so slender at all, although there was a certain grace in the way he was lounging in the chair that made him seem more willowy than he was.
He was pale; his skin almost translucent, like the white hair that cascaded over his shoulders and obscured half of his face. He was gorgeous too; far better looking than I had observed or imagined, but not in the fragile, fey way that I had thought. He was very substantial indeed. Weird in the clothing sense but lovely and…real.

Excerpt Two – Ninja

We had lunch in the same restaurant that we had the first time, and Nick was suitably impressed. Ace enthused about the menus, the food, how nice the waitresses were, and Nick watched him with a slightly bemused expression on his face.
That was nothing though to the expression he wore when we went down onto the beach and I had Ace doing cartwheels again.
“Bloody hell,” he murmured under his breath as we watched Ace’s wild abandon. I don’t think he was physically able to say any more. Ace literally took his breath away.
“He’s full of surprises, isn’t he?”
Nick nodded, unable to take his eyes away from his brother.
Eventually Ace stopped and stood still, turning his face to the sea breeze, and simply waited, quietly.
“What’s he doing now?”
“Waiting for what?”
I couldn’t help a giggle. “For us, of course. He has no idea where he is now.”
“Oh. I…I didn’t think. He must trust you a lot; just to stand and wait and not be scared.”
“Ace is never scared. He’s the bravest person I know.”
We were walking by then, and Nick fell silent. We hadn’t quite got to Ace when he said, “I wish I could see the sea.” There wasn’t any sadness in his voice, just a hint of wistfulness. “It feels so…big and wild.”
“It is.” I slipped my arm around his waist, and he rested his head on my shoulder.
“Mister… Mister…” At the sound of the breathless but excited voices, we turned and I saw two boys, about eleven years old, racing across the beach toward us.
“That was awesome,” one of them gasped as they skidded to a halt.
“Can you do it again? Can you teach us?”
“How did you do it? Are you an acrobat?”
“Or a ninja?”
Ace laughed and shook his head; he frowned thoughtfully. “I don’t know how I do it, not really. It just feels…right. I don’t know if I could teach anyone, because I don’t know what I do myself.”
“Aww, but we really want to learn.” His voice was so earnest that Nick and I exchanged glances and stifled giggles.
“Please, Mister, just tell us what you do.”
“I just… You need to find something inside that really wants to come out, that needs to be free, and then you just throw yourself at it and it takes you over.
“I learned how to trust my body and the space around me at school. We do a lot of martial arts and most of the flipping and stuff are just part of the moves.”
One of the boys turned to the other and said, “See? I told you he was a ninja.”
“Ninjas,” said the other one, “wear black and don’t look like that. He’s all white with funny eyes.” His eyes widened, and his face got an excited expression. “Maybe he’s from one of those secret organisations, like the White Dragons or something, like we saw in that film. Maybe he’s an assassin.”
“WOW, Mister. Are you really? Are you? Are you a secret assassin?”
The other boy hit him in the shoulder so hard he almost fell over. “If it’s a secret, he’s not going to tell you about it, is he?”
“Oh. Sorry, Mister.” He was subdued for a moment, with downcast eyes, scuffing the sand. Then he brightened up and with a sly expression on his face. “But are you? Are you really? I mean you can trust us, because we’re only kids so you know we’re not like…like from a rival gang or something.”
His friend rolled his eyes and sighed. “Sorry. He’s a bit thick. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us.” Ace was grinning as the boy dragged his friend away.
“Hehe, one day I’m an angel and the next a secret ninja assassin. Nice. I wonder what I’ll be tomorrow.”
I hugged him close. “Mine,” I said, and he giggled.


Cheryl was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.

Cheryl has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.

Later in life, Cheryl became the storyteller for a re enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.

It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.

In present times, Cheryl lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son and her two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. The part of her that needs to earn money is a lawyer, but the deepest, and most important part of her is a storyteller and artist, and always will be.

Monday, 7 October 2013

The Unfairness of Life by Nephylim


Gabriel doesn’t believe in love. With a dark past  and a history of disastrous relationships he has promised himself ‘no more’. Then Laurie bursts into his life and just won’t let go. When the past catches up, with terrifying and almost fatal consequences, will their love survive? Will they survive?


Am I afraid to stop? Am I afraid to be normal—to be me? Am I afraid that if I strip away the anger and the fear and pain, peel myself like an onion, that under all the layers there’s nothing? That Gabriel doesn’t even exist anymore? Do I really want to die? Hell yes. Am I going to do anything about it? Hell no.

I’ve thought more than once that I have masochistic tendencies. I’m in an impossible situation and I want out. I want to die more than I ever have, but it’s like a rotten tooth. I can’t pull it out; I need to poke at it for a while. Maybe she can teach me. Maybe I can get away. Maybe I can make it… to what? Well, that’s too far away to think about. And what do I have to lose? If it doesn’t work out, there’ll always be razor blades, always be pills from somewhere… always a way.

Yes, maybe I’ll try for a while and see what happens. Right now, though, I’m too tired to do anything. I’m pretty sure that I can find my way back if I follow the bank of the lake and I’ll do it in a little while. Let her stew for a while. What about Laurie? He doesn’t deserve my anger. No, but there’s not a whole lot I can do about that right now and if I want to drive him away, I’ve got to stop these twinges of guilt every time I upset him.  No, Laurie can wait too. Now, I’m going to rest here, maybe sleep for a while. And then… well, I can think about that, then.

I must’ve fallen asleep. It’s full night. It’s hard to get to my feet because I’m stiff as hell. There must have been a branch or something sticking into me because my back hurts.

Following the sound of water, I find the lake and it’s beautiful. I don’t really have much time to appreciate the beauty of the bright moon hanging like a lamp over the still water… yadda, yadda… because something else catches my attention. I do appreciate the stillness now as I stand and watch the light. It’s on the other side of the lake. A beacon in the darkness—for me. I wonder if they’ve waited up or just left the light on.

Do I want to go back? I don’t know. It would be easy to keep going, never go back. I won’t have to hurt Laurie… well, yeah, I’d hurt him but he’d get over it and I wouldn’t be there to see the hurt. But… oh Hell, who am I kidding? Of course I’m going to go back. I know that there’s only one thing waiting for me out here and maybe I’m not ready to die yet. Or am I?

Okay, so I made the decision to go back, but that was weighed against trying to go on, but what if it was weighed against stopping? The lake looks inviting for a different reason now. What if I just walk into the water and let it take me? The cool water would feel so good against my skin. It would cool the heat inside. I would be at peace. That’s all I want—peace. Why not? What do I really have to go back to?

I don’t know why I take my clothes off. Maybe just to leave something behind. Something of me. Maybe so that someone will find them and know. And it’s as easy as that—easy to stand naked on the edge of the water, curling my toes in the deep cold of the water’s margin. There’s a light breeze that raises the hairs on my body, making me shiver a little. The thought that it’ll soon be over lifts a huge weight from my shoulders and I feel light and free. It’s been a long time since I’ve been without fear… such a long time. I feel empty, but in a good way. At last, an end at last. 

It’s been a long time since I felt happy but I’m close to it when I step into the lake. Suddenly I am overloaded—the cold water, the bright moon, the sounds of the night, but it doesn’t hurt. Nothing hurts any more. The Chair isn’t going to have me now; no one is. I laugh. It’s such a free laugh. The sound of it surprises, almost shocks me.

I walk on… and then there’s nothing beneath my feet. The shore simply falls away and so do I. I can tell I’m in deep water, very deep. I don’t resist as the water closes over my head. The peace is even deeper here. There’s no sound at all but the hammering of my blood in my ears. Now, all I have to do is take a breath—just one breath and it’s out of my hands.

An image of Laurie flashes through my mind and I fight to shake it. I open my mouth and water floods in. It’s not the dirty, muddy water I was expecting, but cool, clear water that, in other circumstances, would’ve been refreshing.

Damn, I’m coming up fast. I need to do it now. If I fill my lungs with water I’ll sink. Simple as… Simple as that. Simple. Laurie. No, don’t think of him. The water hits the back of my throat and the gag reflex kicks in. This is it. I’m choking. Stop choking and take a breath. Just one. Just one breath. Breathe, now!

Oh Hell, I’m out in the air. Can’t breathe. Choking. Stop. Breathe in, just one breath. Do it, Gabriel—do it now.  Just one breath. One. I’m going under again. There’s water in my chest. I can feel it and it hurts like hell. I can’t stop choking, but at least it’ll be over soon.

Laurie. No… I… NO, stop fighting—stop. It’ll stop hurting soon. Laurie. It’ll stop soon. Laurie. Ah fuck.
With a powerful stroke, I break free and gulp a breath of fresh air. Before I can go down again, I fight for the shore and suddenly feel the side of the underwater ledge hit my chest. God, it’s hard to drag myself out. I’m coughing like hell and tears are streaming down my face, as if there isn’t enough water. 

Does Gabriel go back?
Does he find a reason to go on?
Is his love for Laurie enough to save him?
Will it all be irrelevant when the past he is so frightened of catches up and sweeps him away?
What will happen when Gabriel sits in the Chair again?

Where to find Nephylim

Sunday, 6 October 2013

To Fuck or Not to Fuck

My son has recently told me that his school will not allow any books that contain swearing. You what?!

It got me to thinking about the whole YA genre. I took a look at some of the commercially popular 'teen' books and I have to say that, now I'm looking for it, the characters are wooden and unrealistic. They're too clean cut, too responsible, too polite, too...nice and they don't swear. No wonder I've always felt there was something missing, something that doesn't ring true.

So where do you draw the line? I'm not suggesting that all teen characters in books should swear like troopers, behave like assholes and are irresponsible and nasty, but a sprinkling of those qualities wouldn't hurt, surely

I sat down and started writing. I have a story, I have characters and I have lots of angst - I ALWAYS have lots of angst. I'm currently sixteen chapters in and I've had to constantly edit out swear words and tone down attitude.I'm ending up with a couple of teenagers who don't speak like teenagers and handle trouble way too easily. Actually, I've read a couple of YA lately and this has been a complaint in all of them.

What to do? What to do?

Do I stick with my uber polite kids, or do I try for realism?

What do you think?

Thursday, 3 October 2013

Omorphi - C Kennedy

I'm not going to rehash the story here. For one thing, there are so many twists and turns, new things coming out every few pages, and I don't want to spoil that.

At it's simplest, it's a sweet love story. Michael, an all American track star meets Christy, and enigmatic mute and there is instant chemistry. As Michael slowly gets to know Christy, he gradually learns of an appalling history of abuse and degradation. Christy is in a very bad place and Michael gradually helps him take baby steps towards healing while fending off psychotic homophobes, getting in with the biker crowd and finally coming up against the people who abused Christy. Given they are at the highest level of the Greek elite, including government officials, it isn't easy and when a scumbag with diplomatic immunity snatches Christy and tries to take him back to the life he escaped, Michael simply won't give up until he's exhausted the last of his strength to rescue his pretty Christy.

This is really the very bare bones of a story that totally gripped me from the first to the last word. It was by no means a quick or an easy read but there wasn't a single moment I lost interest.

If I have a criticism, it's that everyone was too calm when the horror was unfolding. Michael, a somewhat sheltered seventeen year old, doesn't turn a hair when a psychotic homophobe holds a gun to his head, and in my view was way too calm when the same psycho blows up his car. Although it mentions Michael's mother getting stressed it doesn't actually show anyone but Christy freaking out, and I thought that was a little to cold and clinical. It also didn't ring quite true when the baddy kept escaping. The police, private security and um special security details just kept messing up and I found this frustrating.

That, however is the only thing I can think of to make any kind of negative comment on. The story is incredible and unfolds in a mindblowingly natural and un-sensationalized way, given the topic.

It is not a story to read if you are squeamish about the absolute horror of trafficking in the horrendous abuse of children. the imagery can get quite graphic although nothing is explained in great detail. Whilst we are not given graphic descriptions of the horrendous abuse we are left with no illusions about what happened to Christy, the damage it did, and the horrors he continues to suffer because of it.

The relationship between Michael and Christy is sweet and beautiful. It develops sweetly and gently and we're rooting for them right from the start. The supporting cast are also vivid and well drawn, especially Jake, Michael's best friend and Sophia, Christy's...cousin.

Yes, some of the characters are stereotypes but writing this kind of story that's going to be inevitable and the stereotyping is used well.

One thing I really love is the little details. Like a series of paintings based on the work of Edgar Alan Poe, and little side sketches of a visit to a lingerie shop and the interaction with the saleswoman. So many little touches that made the whole thing really come to life.

I know I'm gushing but I'm still reeling and screaming Why!!!!!...did the book have to end?

Thursday, 26 September 2013

Gay Authors - A Community to be Proud Of

Anyone who knows me knows I started my writing career by posting stories on an online writing site, Gay Authors and that I am not slow in praising this wonderful place. Gay Authors is much more than a place to post and read stories. It's a community.
I'm very proud of what is achieved there. The community is extremely welcoming, with a discrete section for teens where young people can explore their issues with support from their peers and advice from people who have gone through the same things. This section, as well as the rest of the forum, is extremely well moderated by a staff of dedicated volunteers.
The chat room is usually lively and equally well moderated. It's a place where people of all ages from all over the world can get to know each other in a safe environment. They can chat about their favourite writers, their own works and just about anything else. One of my favourite conversations was about chemistry/quantum physics, in which I participated with Google open at all times :)
Of course, you don't have to participate in the social aspect of the site. The main focus and purpose of the site is reading and writing. You can find dozens and dozens of stories, from the first tentative steps by new young writers, to the polished works of published authors. There is a writing support team to help you find beta readers and editors to polish your own work and find the confidence to post it.
That's not even scratching the surface of the wonderful place that is GA, from a gallery or original/fan art and photographs, to blogs, weekly updates, book club, competitions, prompts - you name it and if it's connected to writing you can probably find it here.
Today, I have the absolute honour to interview the god...erm... founder of GA, known only as Myr. The man is a genius. Not only has he built the best writing site on the internet, but he maintains it and is constantly pushing it forward. So let's meet the man behind the legend
I'm not going to ask too much about the man behind the avatar, but I would be interested in some background.
Do you have a background in computing, particularly in building websites, blogs etc.
Yes.  I had my own website as far back as 1995.  This was before well… most things.  It has always been a hobby for me as part of my general interest in computers and programming. 
What are your interests outside the computing world. For example, do you like sky diving? Crochet? Dog racing?
I love to read and write.  I love movies.  I love to take pictures too.  I love roller coasters and trains.  
What is your favourite holiday destination?
I’m presuming by holiday you mean vacation?  ;)  Holidays I go to my grandparents, typically.  Vacations?  Walt Disney World in Orlando, FL is a favorite.  I also really like Cedar Point in Sandusky, OH (America’s Roller Coast, as they call themselves)
Okay, lets get down to business - GA
What was the concept and intention behind GA, in other words, why did you do it?
My intention when I started GA was to have all my favorite Nifty authors in one place and form a little community that also liked those authors. 
 Has it fulfilled its potential?
More than I ever imagine.  We had over 90,000 unique visitors and 1.7 million hits in the last 30 days.  It makes for a very busy site for us.  Most of our visitors are just reading though.  The community, as extraordinary as it is, only accounts for about 1/3 of site traffic.
What are your plans for the future of GA
The Paradigm we started under has shifted.  When we first started the site, if you wanted to read gay stories of any quality, you had to find them yourselves.  When I started the site, I brought authors together.  A lot of other sites followed that did the same, giving homes to the writers.  But eBooks have come along and it is now exceedingly easy to not only post an eBook of your writing somewhere, but to sell it and make some money too!  Being a site that still offers only episodic stories would eventually leave us as a small niche place to read. 
So we are focusing on joining the new revolution of social media and eBook creating, and selling.  Technically speaking, we are already a publisher, as we can now provide ISBN and other eBook services.   We will be growing that over the next year or two. 
There is also a rather large software update coming from the company that provides our forum software.  We are going to take that opportunity to update our own Story software to add features and ease of use User Interface updates.  As we get closer to the time, we plan on working heavily with our site members to determine what they want most to make Gay Authors better for them.
What are you most proud of?
I’m very proud of our community.  It has stayed strong over the years and has grown every year.  I have made many great friendships here and I look forward to seeing where our community takes us next 
What's surprised you the most?
 I’ve been surprised that we have continued to adapt and grow.  I’ve watched a lot of sites come and go.  While it is quite true that some of the sites that started before us are still around, they are pretty stagnant in many ways.  Nifty, of course, is an institution.  But their target audience is different from ours as well. 
What have you found to be the most rewarding part of making and running GA?
 A handful of times over the years, I’ve gotten an email or message from a member thanking me for running the site saying that if it wasn’t for Gay Authors, they wouldn’t have found the friends or the support they needed and would have committed suicide.  On the toughest days for me to keep pushing forward, I remember those letters, and keep going with Gay Authors.
What does GA have to offer readers and writers?
Gay Authors offers a great place to read quality gay fiction.  For writers, it is a chance to post and have you control your work.  For everyone, it is a great place to interact.  Writers can get to know their audience and readers can get to know their entertainer, so to speak.  I think that interaction leads to better writing and reading experiences.
What does GA have that other online story sites don't have?
We keep moving forward.  We try to take advantage of new technology as it becomes mainstream to improve the experience of all our site members.  We don’t tend to stagnant.  Things change and get updated.
Thank you, Myr. I really enjoyed your interview that's thrown some light on the enigma behind the avatar.
GA members have begun to have commercial success and become published authors. A selection of ebooks and are available for sale on GA  

WARNING All of these stories have sexual content, some more than others, some more graphic than others. I've tried to give a selection. 
As well as purchasing published books you will be able to read an enormous range of free stories by vastly differing authors. Good and bad. I would particularly recommend
The Price of Honour by Cia
Second Shot by Andrew Q Gordon

Not only that but, once you've joined the site, you can post your own stories, find editors to enhance them, build a following, join a thriving community and chat to others just like you.

I hope I've given you enough to whet your appetite and to encourage you to dunk your toe into the vast, deep ocean that is GA 

WARNING This site his highly addictive and viewer discretion should be used with regard to the number of hours per day lost without realizing when reading, writing and communicating.

Wednesday, 28 August 2013

Cover Reveal Sneak Peak

I'm really excited to have finally seen the cover of my first true YA book.

Due to be published very shortly by Featherweight Press, The Face in the Window is about two damaged boys struggling to find their own identities and deal with their first real love affair.

Arthur Charles Edward Richmond (Ace) is blind, but his only major disability is his over protective parents. Essentially, he has spent half his life locked in an attic because of his blindness and a certain amount of embarassment on his parents' part due to his blindness and the fact he is albino with not even his eyes holding any colour other than a ring of palest lilac.

Abused by his brothers and able to be himself only when away at school, the normally gregarious Ace is struggling with his isolation.

And then, one day, a stranger knocks on his door.

Haze has been watching Ace in the window of his attic room for some time and is getting fed up of not being acknowledged when he waves. After having been threatened by Ace's brother Logan for asking about Ace at school, Haze determines to find out about he mysterious Ace all by himself.

What results is a friendship that very quickly turns into something altogether different. What Ace doesn't know is that Haze is carrying his own disability. Ever since Haze lost his first boyfriend to a group of homophobic youths, Haze has been plagues with an uncontrollable rage that comes from nowhere and leaves everyone around him struggling with fallout.

As Ace's brother Logan goes further and further with his attempt to break up the couple, Haze struggles with 'the rage' which eventually bursts free with catastrophic consequences.

Ace and Haze are, in many ways an odd couple. An ordinary boy and a blind albino who likes to do cartwheels on the beach. However, they have so much more to offer each other than is evident on the surface and if they're lucky they might just be able to save each other.

Thursday, 25 July 2013

Who Are Rainbow Warriors

Rainbow warriors are young men and women who stand up and say - I am who I am and I don't care what anyone else says.

They are members of the LGBTS community who are out and proud or support others who are or would dearly love to be. Hang on, what do I mean LGBTS? Shouldn't that be LGBT, or whatever the politically correct version is at the moment? Well yes, if you're looking for exclusive labels. Personally, I don't like labels and, if I have to have them, I would like them to be inclusive thank you very much. And so I include straight people too. Everyone should stand under the Rainbow Flag, whatever their gender or orientation.

As a writer who has had the privilege to write for, read and talk to, gay people of all ages I feel strongly that one of the ways in which LGBT youth miss out, compared to their S contemporaries. They can't walk into a bookstore, or turn on a television set and expect to see people just like them.

Well, yes there are gay characters in soaps now, but what about kids programs? What about films? What sixteen year old wants to watch Brokeback Mountain so see Jake Gllenhall kiss some cowboy? Where is the Gay Percy Jackson? In literature where is the gay  Harry Potter, or Edward Cullen (although I have my suspicions about him)?

I can't do much about the film and television industry. I have no talent in screenwriting or film making. However I so, or so I'm told, have a talent in writing.

I plan to write young adult books with strong gay main characters. There is no smut or sex, although there will be kissing and swearing and some people might be made to throw up in a bucket by sweet moments. My characters are flawed, troubled and beautiful, like most teenagers, at least on the inside. They will go through trials and tribulations and will shed many tears along the way but they will find love and that love will be true and beautiful and gay.

I will do everything I can to get my books out there and into the mainstream. My ultimate dream is that my young LGBT friends can walk into a mainstream bookshop and find a book, mine or someone elses', right in front of them, not hiding on a shelf at the back, with characters just like them, characters who show the world that being gay doesn't mean being shameful.