Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Draven's Gate New Release 5th January

So here's my new book cover. I hate it.

The story's great though,

All Keiron wants is a quiet life. Fat chance with a boyfriend like Bren. But if he thought Bren complicated his life, it was nothing to the complications that begin when he opens the door to a naked boy who claims to be his slave.
Draven is a fairy with his sights set on the handsome human who keeps a wild place in the garden for fairies. When Draven slips though a fairy gate into the city, and Keiron’s world, he sets in motion a series of events that binds him to Keiron forever, and just might be the end of him.

While Draven explores Keiron’s world with wide eyed wonder, Keiron does everything he can to keep Draven’s at bay, until the only way to save Draven and bring him home is to step into a world that exists only in children stories and animated movies – doesn’t it.

Pre Order Link


Monday, 29 December 2014

Christmas Story

I found this story when looking through some old stuff on http://www.gayauthors.org/ It's been a long time since I wrote such a short, short story, so I thought I's resurrect it.
The fire is cracking and popping and I am sitting in the window seat, drowsily watching the fat flakes of snow falling past outside, and thinking of you. I rub at one of the panes, frosted with my breath, and peer into the swirling whiteness. Did I imagine it, or are there two figures out there, dancing; kissing?
I remember the first time I saw you. It was snowing then, too. It was a Christmas Ball and I was bored, as I often was. I had opened the garden doors, taken a step onto the patio and there you were. You froze me with a glance. I had never seen such beautiful eyes in such a beautiful face. You smiled at me, snowflakes caught in your eyelashes.
It was a long time before I took in the rest of you. Your soft, black hair, tied with a velvet ribbon. Your slender body, enclosed all in black. Your long legs in the high leather boots. Your luscious lips and shy smile. When I did, my knees began to tremble.
You didn’t say a word to me; just took my hand and led me out onto the grass where we danced among the snowflakes, to the music spilling from the house.
That was the first of many times we danced, but the only time we danced in the snow. When the dance ended we kissed and I lost my heart.
The fire hisses and sighs as I remember the day I lost you. A servant came riding with news that you had been thrown by your horse and were desperately ill. I felt my heart break and I knew that we would never again dance as we had danced before.
So many days flashed through my head as I rode as I had never ridden before or since. So many days of dancing and smiling and kissing. You, smiling down from the back of that great black beast you rode, bending for a kiss. You, dancing in the rain, naked as the day you were born, with that glorious hair flinging out in all directions, dusted with diamond drops. You, lying on the rug in front of the fire, the flickering flames bronzing your skin and making your brown eyes  burn amber.
Even now, flames make me think of your eyes; the volcano of passion that hides behind their mildness.
I remember trying to hold on to the memories, the days, the moments slipping through my mind like grains of sand in a timer; a life slipping through my fingers with nothing I could do to stop it… nothing but…
Oh it is still painful, that memory, that moment when I saw you, your face as white as the pillows on which they had lain you. I’m sure, even now, that if you had not been waiting for me you would have been dead before I got there. But you held on; you held on just for me.
When you heard my voice you opened your eyes and smiled at me. It was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, but it broke my heart because I knew it would be your last. I saw death in your eyes, felt his presence, a cold breath on the back of my neck.
There was no hope in your eyes, but neither was there despair. You were as you had always been, content to accept what was given. Life or death. It was out of your hands and were happy to leave it out of mine. You knew that I wasn’t ready; that there had been no time. Perhaps you were ready to surrender yourself to the arms of death, but I wasn’t. No matter what I had decided; no matter what we had talked about in the soft glow of the dying fire, I was not ready to say goodbye.
Closing my eyes I shiver. I think there is someone out there, in the snow. Didn’t I just hear a laugh? Didn’t I just hear a sigh? Didn’t I just see the glow as they kissed?
I am so weary. The years have weighed heavily on me. How long has it been; since that day I held you in my arms and watched those beautiful eyes close for the last time?
How long?
Today is Christmas Eve. It was the day we met and only four months later you were gone. You brought such lightness into my life, a lightness that could never be duplicated by any other.“What are you looking so serious about?”
You startled me. You have always had the ability to surprise me, even when I had grown to believe that nothing ever could again. You are soft and sweet and beautiful and, as much as I feared to make it, I have never regretted the decision I made on that day so long ago. Not for one moment over the last three hundred years have I doubted that I did the right thing when I shared my blood with you and took you from your mortal life to share my eternal one.
I think you know. The look in your eyes is soft and understanding.  Slowly, in that way you have that is so like dancing, you walk across the room, your footsteps silent, hips swaying in a way that makes my mouth water. Like a cat, you curl up on my lap, your hair loose around your shoulders, your lips moist and pink. I am as entranced as I was the first day, when I opened the doors into the snow and into my heart.
You have something in your hands; a box.
“Merry Christmas,” you say with a smile.
“It’s not Christmas until tomorrow.”
“I know, but this is not exactly a Christmas present, so open it now.”
What have you been up to now? What secret have you been nursing? What scheme have you planned? I look at the box and it seems to be just a box. From the look in your eyes I don’t think that it is going to explode in my face. Carefully tearing the paper and easing up the lid my smile fades as I stare at the delicate object nestled in its bed of green tissue.
Mesmerised I raise the glass globe, staring at the two figures entwined in a kiss that stills time. Slowly I shake it and watch the snow fall, obscuring them from view, locking them into their own private world where nothing existed outside the kiss.
“Happy anniversary,” you say and I carefully lay the globe on the table where the snow settles and the figures, locked in their endless kiss, ignore us as we fall into ours.

Sunday, 28 December 2014

Draven's Gate. New Release 5th January 2015

All Keiron wants is a quiet life. Fat chance with a boyfriend like Bren. But if he thought Bren complicated his life, it was nothing to the complications that begin when he opens the door to a naked boy who claims to be his slave.

Draven is a fairy with his sights set on the handsome human who keeps a wild place in the garden for fairies. When Draven slips though a fairy gate into the city, and Keiron’s world, he sets in motion a series of events that binds him to Keiron forever, and just might be the end of him.

While Draven explores Keiron’s world with wide eyed wonder, Keiron does everything he can to keep Draven’s at bay, until the only way to save Draven and bring him home is to step into a world that exists only in children stories and animated movies – doesn’t it.


Friday, 26 December 2014

Launch of New Publishing Company. Cool Dudes


The Island by Kristopher Quentin
Stars Fall by Louis J Harris
Draven’s Gate by Cheryl Headford (Mock up Cover below)
An Anthology to support our social outreach program.


A submission call from writers all over the world.

This is what can be expected from CoolDudes Publishing in the next three to four months.  We have chosen to launch our  CoolDudes Imprint with Cheryl Headford’s beautiful YA M/M Fairytale for the simple reason that Cheryl writes the most endearing, angsty gay stories the whole world should know about. 

With this launch we intend to give a $25.00 Amazon coupon to a lucky subscriber to our site and Newspaper, plus free e-book copies of Draven’s Gate, Stars Fall and The Island when it is released. To top that, all our participating bloggers will have a giveaway prize of all three e-books to one of their lucky subscribers.

We want to tap into the M/M market and expand it using our affiliate editors, beta readers, reviewers and promotional staff. We don’t ask for a penny upfront, however, we do offer contracts and deduct a small percentage of 40% from royalties for the services we offer.

We aim to publish e-books with a strong M/M element but are NOT genre romance  and not specific to Happy Ever After (HEA). The work may be darker in nature and reflective of the world gay men face. These are more along the lines of how things really happen with all of the horrors gay men and women have to face through their lives.

But, the romances will be heartfelt and not a guaranteed HEA although we would prefer HEA.

Literary works are welcome. 

These are novels that minimize on dialogue and maximize on narrative, but the language must be of a high standard. There are many authors writing literary books as opposed to light romance.

We also publish YA and NA, and we will attempt to control who sees what age wise. We want to open people’s eyes to the fact there is a whole culture of extremes out there in writing Gay Fiction.

We include all types of works about gay men, whether it be relationships written by gay men/women or straight, it doesn’t matter.

The focus is romance, crime, mystery, paranormal, fantasy with a gay theme (because after all, it’s perfectly normal right; it shouldn’t be set apart because its about two men together, or a fairy and a human) rather than gay romance, gay mystery, gay thriller etc…. It means someone buys it for the story it offers.

Above all, we strive to have this kind of reaction: ‘Oh my God! That’s such a great thriller, and you know what, it’s got two guys in it, but wow! it’s a fab book!’ That way we get the best of both – the hard-core readers who only buy gay romance and perhaps some others who buy it despite the fact it has two gay guys.

Our Submissions Call
General Call
We want plot driven stories featuring at least one gay male main character. While we do wish to see a romance element within the stories, we do not require the story to have romance as its primary focus. We prefer a happily ever after, but realize that love is often bittersweet, so a happy for now ending is also welcome. We prefer submissions to be at least 30,000 words and will happily consider longer works upwards of 150,000. Stand alone titles are welcome as are series and we welcome both first time and established authors. If a title has previously been self published, it must be removed from distribution before we will consider it.
You, Me, and the Stars
Space ships, alien worlds, galactic conquests… CoolDudes is looking for quality science fiction with well realized worlds, exciting plots, good character development, and while there should be some romance, it doesn’t have to be the primary focus. Submissions should be at least 30,000 words in length and we are happy to accept longer works. Have an epic over 150,000 words? We’re happy to take a look and see if its a good fit.
Down in the City
Skyscrapers. Wharf fronts. Shopping malls. We’re looking for some gritty urban fantasy worth sinking teeth into. Vampires, dragon shifters, wizards, fae, and more are all welcome. Submissions should be a minimum of 30,000 words and we are happy to consider works over 100,000 words. Whatever the story, it should contain an element of a romance, though it doesn’t have to be the primary focus.
Contemporary Romance
Any setting, as long as the world is our own and it’s set in this era. We are looking for tales featuring two men in love. New couples, established couples, friends to lovers, Love comes in all shapes and sizes and we want their stories! HEA or HFN stories preferred and the stories may contain dark themes or be as sweet as candy as no two love stories are alike. Submissions should be at least 30,000 words.
Young Adult
Here at CoolDudes we firmly believe that youth are our future. We’re looking for positive stories featuring LGBT youth main characters, aimed at readers 12 and up and 16 and up. Please include an  intended age range with your submission. Stories can be set within any genre, and romance can be secondary. So whether it’s a young person running for his junior high student council while realizing his first real crush is another boy, or a college student finding the love of his life, we want to hear about it. Stories should be a minimum of 25,000 words.

We're excited about this venture because,well, it is exciting. It's a huge challenge for us, after all, every one of the team is a writer, or a beta reader, or an editor in his/her own right. We are excited because our imprint is a baby and we want to nurture it and see it grow. We are excited because we want our writers and readers to feel at home with us.

We are not an answering machine
We are not form letters
We are not a call centre

Every step of the process goes through a human being, some are parents with families, some are lovers who live together, some are happily married in a mutual gay relationship. In all this we are supporters of LGBT and this is our way of giving back to our amazing society.

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Sunday, 21 December 2014

Memories of Forgotten Love by Cheryl Headford. Character Interview

After waking from a coma, Noah discovers that memories are tricky, and sometimes blissful ignorance isn’t such a bad thing.

Noah wakes from a coma with no memory of who he is. As his memories return they become stranger and more sinister at every turn. He begins to suspect the accident in which he was injured wasn’t an accident at all, and refuses to accept what everyone is saying – that he threw himself off his balcony in a suicide attempt. It just doesn’t feel like something he would do. Struggling to come to terms with the shocking story he gradually uncovers, he’s helped by his friends. Yet, his best friend, Luke is acting strangely, leaving Noah to wonder just what exactly he isn’t telling him.

Today, I have a guest interviewer, the lovely Zeoanne, who is going to talk to Noah and Luke from Memories of Forgotten Love. I hope you all enjoy.

Zeoanne: Welcome, Noah and Luke. Make yourselves at home. I've made you carrot cake and tea.

Noah: (taking a large slice) Mmm. Thank you.

Luke: I thought you didn’t like carrot cake.

Noah: I didn’t. It’s weird. Since the accident, I like loads of things I didn’t before, and there are things I liked before I can bear even to smell now. Like sushi. I used to love sushi.

Luke: (grumbling) And pizza. You used to love pizza. I love pizza.

Noah: I still like pizza, just not the pizza you have. (Looks at Zeoanne) I mean, can you blame me? He likes pepperoni and tuna. Would you like that?

Luke: Well, you like pineapple and apple, like that’s not weird. It’s a fruit salad, not a pizza.

Zeoanne: You could have one of each.

Noah: (Noah shoots Luke a ‘look’ and Luke scowls) For Luke no pizza under 12” counts as a pizza.

Zeoanne: Think about a sectional, boys. Moving swiftly on –  It's been over a year since last we saw you. I understand you still haven't had any contact with your father, Noah. Is this how it will be from here on and will you ever consider to at least tell your mum and sister what happened to you both?

Noah: We’ve talked about it a lot. (He glances at Luke, who leans over and takes his hand. For a moment the boys are lost in each other’s eyes, until Zeaonne coughs). Sorry. Luke knows how difficult this is for me, and he’s very protective. My father’s in prison now. He was sent down a couple of months after I got Luke back. (Again, the boys gaze at each other, but Luke nudges Noah, so Zeoanne doesn’t have to intervene again.)

There’s no way I could live with him again, and Luke really wasn’t keen about letting him get us a place, so I stayed with him for a while until we got our own place. Father put some money in the bank, and I persuaded Luke to use some of it, but most of it’s lying there still.

Luke: You know as well as I do he probably gave you that much money because he wanted to hide it from the Tax people, not because he really wanted you to have it.

Noah: (Shrugs) I really don’t care. As far as I’m concerned it’s blood money, but that’s okay by me. He owes us and no money in the world is going to pay that debt. We both paid for that money in blood, and if it helps make life a little easier for us, then great. I know you don’t want us to use it, but it’s ours, so why not?

Luke: Maybe. One day. At the moment I just feel everything he touched is dirty.

Noah: He’s my father. He touched me – not in that way, so don’t look at me like that.

Luke: (Smirks) I wasn’t. I was just thinking….

Noah: About what?

Luke: You, being dirty.

(A huge grin spreads over Luke’s face, and Noah hits him with a cushion.)

Noah: I’m sorry. He really isn’t usually like this. He’s the serious and introvert one. I’m the exhibitionist. I can only put it down to the sudden onset of insanity. The men in white coats will be here soon.

Luke: Don’t even joke about that.

Noah: See? This is how he is. I can’t even joke. (Noah’s face and voice changes as he looks at Luke and squeezes his hand.) I wasn’t mentally ill, honey, and I wasn’t in the psychiatric hospital for long. They just wanted to help…and they did. Kind of. And it’s not like it’s ever going to happen again.

Luke: (fiercely) No, never again.

Zeoanne: What is the relationship you have with your mother and sister now? I supposed that after a year they know you are together, right?

Noah: They knew straight away. I think my mother, at least, knew before. Possibly before I did. She’s spooky like that. The only reason she didn’t say anything was because she knows what my father’s like.

I can’t say our relationship went back to the way it was before, because I don’t think it ever can, not after something like that, but it’s pretty good. Ailee practically had a nervous breakdown, when they came back from their trip and I wasn’t there. She thought she was going to lose me again, and it was horrible. I had to stay at my house for a few days because she wouldn’t leave my side, although I couldn’t stand it for long, not knowing HE was in the same house. (I'd say “Knowing he was under the same roof”)

She comes over all the time. She has her own room.

Luke: Your mother isn’t doing so well though. It was a huge shock when your father went down.

Noah: And that’s exactly why we didn’t tell her about what happened to me. At least this way it wasn’t my fault.

Luke: It was never your fault.

Noah: You know what I mean. People can be funny about things like that. Bitterness and regret are dangerous things.

Luke: True. But it’s over now.

Noah: Yes. Over.

Zeoanne: I see you still have your natural color hair. Although I liked what you looked like in the pictures I've seen of you, I rather like the natural color and besides, two blondes together? Phew! *Fans herself* Good gracious, boys! You must turn quite a few heads walking on the streets.

Noah: Luke turns more heads than I do, and can you wonder? He’s beautiful. (Luke blushes, and hits Noah with the cushion) You can hardly really call my hair blonde anyway. His is like gold, well pale gold. When the sun shines, sometimes it’s almost silver. It’s so unusual, people can’t help but stare at it. Even before I knew we were in love, I was fascinated by his hair. (Noah reaches out and touches Luke’s hair. Luke turns his face away, blushing even more) That and his eyes. It’s the first thing I remember about seeing him for the first time, again.

Luke You’re the one with hair like gold. It’s not washed out and wishy washy like mine. It’s so thick and looks like honey spilled on a big…gold…something. Gah. I’m not good with words.

Noah: You’re good with the words that matter.

(Luke smiles, shyly)

Zeoanne: When you wake up in the morning what’s the first thing you do? Oh, someone is seriously blushing! Ha! (Luke is blushing giving a clue as what they do first thing in the morning)

Noah: Luke blushes at just about everything. The first think Luke does in the morning is put on the coffee pot and the first think I do is drink the coffee. Luke doesn’t like coffee. He has some disgusting fancy tea stuff.

Luke: Tchai

Noah: Whatever. The important thing is, he makes coffee for me. I’m often very stiff in the morning. I still have problems with weakness in my arm and leg, and sometimes they really hurt, especially if I’m lying on that side. I get migraines too, if I get up too quickly. Let’s say I’m a slow starter.

Luke: Not in everything. What? She started it. (Explanation as to why he said 'What?' ie, Noah stared at Luke wide eyed)

Zeoanne: Noah, tell me about Luke. What do you like most about him? What are your deepest feelings for him? Where did you meet and what did you think of him at first sight? (The same question for Luke)

Noah: What do I like most about Luke? Everything. He’s fearless, beautiful, sweet, thoughtful…. Perfect. Okay, perfect for me. He takes care of me. I have a lot of ongoing needs and he’s great. Just the right balance between sympathy and kicking my arse.

My deepest feelings? Before I remembered Luke as my boyfriend, I knew him as my best friend, and that hasn’t changed. He’s everything to me. My best friend, my lover, my savior, my hero. I don’t know where I’d be now if it wasn’t for him.

Luke: You’d be wherever you wanted to be. You think I’m fearless? I’ve never known anyone like you in my life. You’ve faced some serious shit, I mean enough to put most people on their arse, but you always fight back, you always get there. I don’t have your words, and you know that.

My deepest feelings? I thought I’d lost you once, and it broke me. You’re everything to me.

Zeoanne: If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do? Which places would you like to visit?

Luke: Amusement arcades. I’d love to go to Vegas. All that energy. I like cars too. I did a bit of racing when I was…. Well, after Noah was…. I kind of…. And I….

Noah: What Luke is trying to say, is that when I was in hospital, in a coma, and he had the ridiculous idea it was his fault, he went off the rails a bit and did some stupid, dangerous things. He still hasn’t told me everything, but I know he did some stupid stuff with cars. Idiot. He could have been killed.

Luke: That was kind of the idea at the time.

Noah: Idiot. (He gives Luke the softest look)

Zeoanne: What about you, Noah?

Noah: I like being outside. I can’t go on quite as long hikes as I did before, but I like to walk. My favourites are coastal walks. There’s nothing nicer than walking a cliff path, or on the beach at sunrise or sunset, watching the colours in the sea, and sky. All the purples and golds.

Luke: See? He’s the one with all the pretty words.

Zeoanne: You've been together for so long now, are there any plans in the future for a wedding? *Grins suggestively for an invitation*

Luke: (blushes) Umm.

(They look a little uncomfortable)

Noah: Well…. Luke’s asked me about four times.

Luke: Five.

Noah: Sorry, five. It’s not that I don’t want to get married. It’s just…

Luke: Having a big, fancy wedding is more important to him than actually marrying me.

Noah: It’s not like that, and you know it. This is why we end up arguing every time and putting the whole thing back on the shelf. There’s nothing in the world I’d like more than to marry you but you don’t understand. I spent a year on my back in a hospital, not having a clue where I was; who I was. I’m still trying to find myself. My mother and sister have gone through hell – with me, and my father, and….

Luke: And you want to put on a show for them; to play happy families.

Noah: No. That’s not it. (Sighs an turns to Zeoanne) It all comes back to my father’s money again. Luke doesn’t want to use it and that’s the only way we can afford a big wedding. I can’t explain why it’s so important to me. It’s more than just putting on a show. There are a whole bundle of things all mixed up.

I almost died. I came so close, Luke though I’d gone, which is why he ran away and did those stupid things. I’ve been told, by some…less thoughtful people, that it’s okay for me because I didn’t know what was going on, and I didn’t, not at the time. That doesn’t mean it was easy. I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew it wasn’t right. I knew I wasn’t right. I was scared. There was a big black hole in my head that was sucking the life out of me and no matter what I did, I just couldn’t fill it. I still have blanks in my memory. It’s still losing things.

Sometimes….sometimes I…I get scared. Sometimes I…I…won…der if it will all go away ag…ain. See? Wh…when I get emo….tional my speech goes…goes to…to hell, and what if…what if it all falls down around me again. Th….there are so many memories that have just….gone. I don’t remember my sister being born. I don’t rem…remember how Luke and I met, what I thought the very first time I look…looked into his…his eyes. I don rem…ember our first kiss, or…or…I d…don’t...

(Noah pauses, takes and takes a deep breath. Luke puts a hand on his arm but he shakes it off)

It’s just…. I’ve lost so many im…portant memories. I want to make new ones. Big ones. I know… I know we’re making memories every day and…and…and some of them are big ones, but….but….

Luke: Why didn’t you ever say all this before?

Noah: (lowers his head) Because we we…were al…ways in an ar…argu…ment and I can’t….I can’t….

Luke: Okay. It’s okay. I didn’t understand. I thought you were just being a spoiled rich kid.

Noah: When have I ever been…?

Luke: I know. It’s just…. I was brought up in a poor family. My mother had to fight for every penny. She has to take two jobs to keep food on the table, and you….

Noah: I’ve had everything I wanted. I guess.

Luke: If you’d told me it was this important and why…. (Luke takes a breath) Okay. We’ll do it your way. I want to do it your way. If I ask you again; if we have the big wedding you want….will you marry me?

Noah. I don’t know what…. I don’t…. Um…. Yeah. Yes, I’ll marry you.

Luke: At last! And of course it would have to be when I don’t have your bloody ring in my pocket.

Noah: You have a ring?

Luke: My mother gave me my father’s wedding ring.

Noah: Your fa…father’s. Why didn’t you tell me?

Luke: We were always in a row, and you’d get…like you do, and I’d get scared and…. It never came up.

Noah: (Noah gets up and throws his arms around Luke) We’ve both been idiots. I’m so sorry. I love you, Luke. I’d marry you right here and now if I could.

Zeoanne: So there’s going to be a wedding? (I'm sitting here with moisture in my eyes and a huge grin. I mean, Wow! How lucky of me to be witness to this proposal, here, in my own home!)

Noah: Yeah, there’s going to be a wedding, and of course you’re getting an invite. So will Nephy.

Zeoanne: Aww, you two look so damn gorgeous together. I love the way Luke blushes when he's on the spot. Are you always this shy?

Noah: He so is. It’s uber adorable. I love it.

Luke: Shut up.

Zeoanne: I adore the way you look at each other. There is so much love expressed in your eyes. I bet your friends envy the sort of relationship you two have.

Noah: Not all of them. Some of them don’t like that we’re together at all. Well…to be fair, they’re former friends now. Most of them are great.

Luke: We get teased all the time, but Beth and Aiden are pretty soppy, too.

Zeoanne: Noah, how did you manage school after been absent for a year? Was it difficult to get back and did you graduate?

Noah: I haven’t gone back to school. It’s something I’ve thought about, but we both need to work at the moment.

Luke: We don’t really. I told you. I can get another job. We’ll manage. You should go to school.

Noah: It’s too soon, Luke. I can’t…. I can’t study right now. My head’s not back together enough.

Luke: That’s an excuse. If I give in and use your father’s money for the wedding, you can get over your fear and get back to school. You know you’ll get into college easy enough. You should be going to university. You’ve got the brain for it. And don’t give me any crap about your brain being faulty because it’s not.

Noah: You just don’t want to believe that. You know I’m still having problems with my memory. I can’t remember what happened last week, let alone school work.

Luke: I think you’re wrong, but you have to do what you want. This isn’t something I can make you do.

Zeoanne: Were you out at school and were you accepted without any repercussion?

Noah: No, we weren’t out at school. We were keeping it secret, mainly because of my father. We’re completely out now, though, and no chance of us ever going back in the closet.

Zeoanne: I don't know how long your father's sentence is but are you afraid of anything happening to either of you once he's out?

Noah: Not at all. He never really meant to hurt either of us in the first place. He’s a weak man, and he just didn’t have the courage to stand up for what he’d done. He’s been punished now. He’ll be in prison for another four years, and he keeps asking to see me, to say sorry. I won’t be going anywhere near him, and if I never see him again it won’t be a moment too soon. I think the biggest danger I’ll be in is of being nagged to death by mother to try to repair our relationship, which is never going to happen.

Zeoanne: How do you feel about your life right now? What, if anything, would you like to change?

Noah: Absolutely nothing.

Luke: Apart from that I’d like Noah to go to school, I wouldn’t want to change anything either.

Zeoanne: What is your idea of perfect happiness?

Noah: Being with Luke…especially in bed.

(Luke blushes)

Zeoanne: What is your greatest fear?

Luke: That I’ll lose Noah. I thought I had once, and I fell apart completely. I don’t think I could survive it again.

Noah: I think you’re wrong. There’s nothing you can’t survive. I keep telling you, you’re the strong one. What’s my fear? Apart from the obvious, I…. Sometimes I wake in the night, and for a moment I don’t know where I am, and I panic. I remember that feeling and I’m really scared that one day I’ll wake up with that feeling and it won’t go away. The thought of getting Alzheimer’s or Dementia terrifies me.

Luke: I think you’ve got a while to go before you have to worry about that.

Noah: I hope so

Zeoanne: It was great having you share your thoughts with us. I know you have a large audience who adore you and would love to get to know you better. I think this interview will help with that. I hope you'll have many, many years of happiness together and I also hope you will visit us again someday.

Noah: Wait. What? There’s an audience? What audience?

Luke: The people who read the book, dingbat.

Noah: Stop calling me that. It makes you sound like a complete dork.

Luke: And saying dork doesn’t?

Noah: (rolls eyes) Whatever. So, this audience. Do you mean, like, fans? Of us? Wow. Why? Why would anyone want to be a fan of me?

Luke: Oh no reason, just the little fact you went through what you did and survived. It’s one heck of a story, Noah.

Noah: I guess.

Luke: You guess?

Noah: Yes, alright. It’s a good story. Exciting, interesting, touching…whatever. A great story if you’re not living it.

Luke: True, but Nephy’s a great writer. She’ll have everyone living it with you.

Noah: God help them. I hope they enjoy it. Hey you out there, reading this. I went through hell for you to have a good story, you’d better bloody enjoy it.

Luke: You didn’t go through hell for the story. Stop being over dramatic.

Noah: Stop being so sensible.

Luke: You’re impossible. Just read the bloody book, will you? Go get it while I take this drama queen home.

Thank you Zeoanne, and thank you boys. You're so sweet.

If you want to do as commanded by Luke and 'buy the bloody book' you can find it here

Amazon UK

Amazon US

Featherweight Press

If you would like to find out a bit more about Nephylim and her craziness, a good friend, Frostina, has a marvelous interview posted Here

Thursday, 11 December 2014

The BoyBehind the Window Chapter 3 - Let's Get Out of Here

Week three of my Ace story. A prequel to The Face in the Window.

“Come on, Ace honey, let’s get out of here. Your father’s waiting in the car.”

Ace could tell his mother was angry, but trying not to show it. Face meant everything, and she wouldn’t let it slip here, of all places. Her grip on his arm hurt.

“Ace—” James began, but ace silenced him with a touch.

“It’ll be okay. I’ll see you soon. We can talk then.”

“Yeah right.” Ace could tell James knew they wouldn’t talk about it. What was the point? Ace’s family were as they were and all the fighting in the world wouldn’t change them. It would only make everyone, Ace most of all, unhappy.

“We’ll see you in a few weeks, Ace.” Mrs Thomas said brightly, as Ace’s mother dragged him down the hall.

Truthfully, he would have done a lot better if she’d just left him alone. Her attempts to help always had him stumbling, especially when she was angry, and every time he tripped or stumbled, cried out or bumped into something, it just made her even more insistent he needed help and couldn’t be independent. She had no idea what he could really do and he was tired to trying to prove it. He wasn’t the only one in this family who was blind.

“Where the hell have you been?” a voice hissed, and Ace’s heart fell. To his absolute mortification, his mother chose that moment to let go of his arm, and not expecting it, Ace stumbled and crashed into the wall. It happened to be a wall displaying a multi–dimensional piece of art. He yelped as he caught his shoulder, then cried out as the whole thing wobbled and threatened to fall. Trying to hold 
it up with his injured shoulder, he called for help.

The hissing voice turned to laughter. “For God’s sake, Logan,” Ace gasped. “Don’t just stand there, help me.”

“Oh poor Ace,” Logan said, in a cold mockery of concern. “But what could I do? I can’t fix this mess you’ve made.”

“Me? Oh what’s the point? Find a teacher.”

“Find one yourself.”

“Mother?” Ace hated himself that his voice was shaky and had an almost childish plea in it.

“She’s not here,” Logan sneered. “She was so embarrassed and ashamed of you she ran away.”

“Liar,” Ace said, his voice still shaking. “Where is she?”

“I told you, not here.”

Where could she have gone? Surely she wouldn’t have abandoned him. The artwork was getting heavier, and more painful, on his shoulder, and he was terrified that if he moved it would come crashing down. In a building full of people he felt incredibly alone. Where was everyone? Why didn’t someone come?

“Feeling kinda lonely and helpless, Ace?” Logan said gleefully. Ace had to keep reminding himself he’s only a kid, only a kid, although a traitorous voice was whispering that at thirteen, Logan really should have known better. This was not a good situation for either of them.

“Please, Logan. Please just help me hold this up until someone comes. It’s too heavy for me.”

Ace hated begging Logan for anything. It just fed in to the twisted hatred his brother seemed to have for him, but he was painfully aware that the fresco was slipping and his shoulder was killing him. There were tears in his voice and he could practically feel Logan’s glee.

A breeze brushed Ace’s cheek as someone moved closer and a sense of relief swept over him. Logan was going to help after all. He should have known.

Instead of helping. Logan pushed Ace hard, causing him to stumble forward. The artwork shifted and slipped, and although Ace tried his best to hold it, crying out for help, it slipped sideways and came crashing down, knocking Ace off his feet. He pitched forward onto the floor a lay there for a moment, sprawled and breathless.

“What the hell—?”

Voices and running feet seemed to come from everywhere. Someone grabbed his arm and tried to yank him up off the floor. It was the arm attached to his sore shoulder and he cried out in pain.

“Get up,” Logan hissed.

Other hands slipped under his arms and hauled him up, then brushed him down. Totally disoriented and confused, Ace allowed them to turn him around and rest on his shoulder.

“Are you alright, Ace?” Ace almost collapsed with relief. It was one of his teachers.

“I fell,” he mumbled. “I bumped into the wall, and it fell. I–I couldn’t hold it. I’m sorry.” He sniffed, angry that there were tears very close to the surface. Ace didn’t cry, but he was in pain and alone 

“Good grief, what on earth happened?” Mrs Richmond’s voice was, for once, concerned rather than angry. “Logan, didn’t you help your brother hold that thing?”

“I tried,” Logan said, as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, “but it was too heavy and Ace was 
crying and being a real baby about it because he hurt his shoulder. I’m too small to be able to hold it and him up by myself. Then he fell over and I only just got out of the way before it hit me.”

“Are you alright, Ace?” the teacher said, concern in her voice. “Did it hurt you?”

“I–I banged my shoulder when I fell. It’s okay.”

“Are you sure that’s what really happened, Ace?” a new voice asked, and he shrivelled inside, recognizing the headmaster. He realized now that his mother must have gone for help as soon as the fresco started to fall. A sense of relief washed over him along with the dread. At least she cared that much.

“Yes, sir”

“It’s not like you to be that clumsy.”

“I’m afraid it was my fault, at least at the start,” Mrs Richmond said, suprising Ace again. “I was hurrying him along and he stumbled. I should have been more careful. I left him with his brother as they seemed to have things under control.”

“It was just too heavy,” Logan whined.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” the headmaster asked Ace.

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright. You get off then, leave this to me.”

Ace brightened. “Thank you, sir,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” Logan sneered as they left the school building.

If anyone would like to make a contribution to the story, just give me a shout and the next chapter could be yours.

Friday, 5 December 2014

The BoyBehind the Window Chapter Two - James

Here is the second installment in my prequel to The Face in the Window where we get to meet Ace two years before The Face in the Window starts.


James was angry. He was angry with Ace’s family, and he was angry with Ace, too. Ace was the bravest and strongest person James knew, so why did he put up with the way his family treated him? Why did he continually make excuses for him?

James cursed his sightlessness. If only he could see he would— What would he do? Fight them? Get into a fist fight with Ace’s mother? His father? His brothers? Well, at least that was an option. If he was half as good as Ace at martial arts he’d kick his brothers’ arses sight or no sight. It was disgusting the way they treated Ace, and even more disgusting that their parents let them. It was almost as if the Richmonds were punishing their son for being blind.

Well, and there was the albinism. James didn’t really know what that meant. He’d been told that Ace was paler than other people, with white skin, white hair and white eyes. In his head that came out as fey, like the fairies he’d seen in the story books his grandmother used to read to him when he was a child, before he went blind. He knew Ace was tall and slender and his hair was long and silky. He could feel that Ace’s face was fine featured and blemish free. So how could he not be beautiful?

Were they jealous? Those people who called Ace ‘freak’ and ‘monster’. Were they cowed by his beauty? Were they just scared of someone who was so perfect and so different? Maybe they were just dicks. He’d have thought Ace’s own family would have understood and would try to protect him rather than hurt him.

To be fair, Ace’s mother did try to protect him, but her method was to shut him away from a world she saw as hostile and inaccessible to him due to his blindness. She saw it as a disability while Ace, who had never known anything different, took it completely in his stride and was entirely fearless.

“Of course blind people can do martial arts,” James said, his frustration evident in his voice. “Ace wouldn’t have won an award if he couldn’t do it, would he? And I don’t think Professor Black would have suggested teaching a class if Ace wasn’t capable of doing it. Ace is capable of doing a lot of things if you’d just let him—”

“That’s enough, thank you James. I must say I’m surprised by your rudeness. I’m sure your mother wouldn’t be happy if she were here.”

“What’s he done now?” James’ mother’s voice indicated she was, right on cue, just behind Mrs Richmond. James was pretty sure she hadn’t been there long.

“Mrs Richmond doesn’t think Ace can do martial arts, even though he won an award for it.”

“You won an award? Congratulations, Ace. That’s wonderful.”

By Ace’s startled cry, it appeared James’ mother had hugged him.

“Um, thank you Mrs Thomas,” Ace said.

“How many times do I have to tell you, it’s Margie. Mrs Thomas makes me sound so old.”

“Sorry. Margie.”

“Don’t you dare.” Mrs Richmond broke in. “It’s very rude.”

“What is?”

“To address an adult by their first name.”

“Nonsense. That a ridiculously outmoded convention. Besides, James and Ace are hardly children anymore. James will be sixteen in a few weeks.”

“You’re still coming to my party right?” James said anxiously. Ace had been afraid his mother would refuse to allow Ace to stay with James for a week in the summer. He’s asked her and she said she’d think about it. James thought this might be a good time to raise the subject with his mother there for moral support.

“We’ll see,” Mrs Richmond said, in a tight voice.

“But of course he must come. These two have been friends from the start, and he’s never been to visit. Don’t worry, our home is very ‘blind friendly’. We’ve had a lot of practice. James has always been adventurous.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Mrs Richmond said.

“What do you mean?”

“Your James is very…confident, and brash. Ace isn’t used to being like. He’s much more conservative. I’m afraid James might lead him off on an escapade, and that Ace would get hurt.”

James snorted. “Ace is no delicate flower,” Mrs Richmond. “If anyone was likely to lead into an escapade it would be him, not me. I’m really very cautious.”

“Well that’s not exactly true is it, sweetie,” Mrs Thomas said. “You can be a little…impulsive. But I can assure you, Mrs Richmond, we will keep a close eye on them and make sure Ace isn’t hurt.”

Will James thought. Not would.  He grinned.

Check in at the end of next week for the next installment unless, of course you'd like to give it a shot yourself. I would be more than delighted for someone to have their part in writing this. If you want to contribute just reply to this post, or contact me on chakira@hotmail.co.uk