I’ll reveal the cover for my upcoming book Godsend tomorrow, but here’s a teaser. Preorder for this Viking menage novella starts on June 29.
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Book news: Godsend
How are you this weekend? I hope your May weather is better than it is here â we’ve had rain all week. But I’m happy anyway, because I’ve got some exciting news to share. I have a new book out on August 10, and it will be up for preorder June 29. It’s called Godsend, and it’s a Viking menage novella published by Pride Publishing.
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Ari and Vidar are Viking warriors and blood brothers. Will handsome thrall Elric break their bondâŚor make it even stronger?
When young Saxon Elric is sold to Norse slave traders, he thinks that his life is over. He is brought across the sea to the settlement of the Norsemen and becomes the chiefâs thrall, and neither the chief nor the warriors are lenient with him. Two of the warriors are different, thoughâAri and Vidar. Elric sense that their bond goes beyond mere friendship, and wishes that he himself had someone who would care for him.
Ari and Vidar have been lovers for years, but they have to sneak away whenever they want to be together. Vidar is next in line to be leader, as the chiefâs nephew, but heâs shy and insecure and only feels at home on the battlefield. Ari looks different than the other warriors, since his mother was of foreign descent, and heâs had to learn how to stand up for himself.
The two of them are blood brothers, linked together forever, but even though they are lovers they canât go against the taboo that prohibits free men from being passive during sex. Ari feels that something is lacking, and Elricâs arrival gives him an ideaâwhat if they invited Elric to join them in bed? The thought excites him, and Elric himself seems eager to please.
The only question is how Ari is supposed to get Vidar to agree to letting another man into their relationshipâŚ
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I loved writing this story and I can’t wait to share it with you.
Take care, and enjoy the rest of your weekend!
At His Mercy – excerpt
It’s just a little over a week until my medieval fantasy novella At His Mercy is released. Today, I thought I’d share an excerpt from the book with you. I hope you’ll enjoy it!
They never should have taken the forest road at night.
âWe could go back,â Lio said, stumbling after his father on the muddy path. âThat cottage we passed a mile back, maybe we couldâŚâ
Athos grunted, his boots leaving large, wet prints in the sludge. Almost doubled over from the weight of the burlap bag, he looked like a hunchback. âYouâll walk until I tell you to stop.â
Lio drew his hand over his eyes to wipe the icy rain away. âButâŚâ He racked his brains for words that might make his father see reason. They were far away from the manor by now, and they had merely taken some tools and iron from the smithy, after the smith and his apprentice had left for the day. With luck, the theft wouldnât be noticed until morning. Lord Callen certainly had enough gold to replace the tongs and hammers heâd lost. To Lioâs family, though, the stolen goods meant they could repair the hole in the roof, and his father could forge nails and horseshoes the villagers would be only too happy to pay for. Athos had been a blacksmith once, in his youth, but Lio had never dared ask why he had left such a good profession. His work was fine, and although there were some people whoâd never buy anything made by his hands, he could make enough money this way to see them through the winter.
Athos coughed, a nasty, hollow sound Lio was all too familiar with.
âFather, youâre not well. Let me carry it.â
âNo!â Athos spun around to give him a wild look. He towered over Lio, the way he always had. âI donât take orders from a whelp like you, understand? While youâre living in my house, lad, you do as I tell you.â He coughed again, but pressed on through the darkness. The lantern swinging in his hand wasnât strong enough to light up much of the surroundings, and a shiver ran down Lioâs spine at the thought of packs of wolves out on the hunt, or trolls and monsters eager to lure wanderers into their lairs. Traveling through the woods in daytime wasnât so bad, though he wouldnât like doing it without company, but everyone knew that one shouldnât be out after dark. His mother would scold them when they got homeâif they did. Lio had accompanied his father on similar business before, but they had been closer to home then and back by the hearth before midnight. Athos didnât steal unless there were no other options, and before this he had only taken the odd bread loaf or piece of meat from those of the nearby farmers who spat after him and his family. âOnly steal from those who deserve it,â he had told Lio often. Lio didnât know much about Lord Callen, but if he owned half as much land and gold as people said he did, he deserved it more than most. It wasnât fair that someone like him had everything, while others starved.
âI can carry the lantern, at least,â he tried, uneasy at the sound of his fatherâs labored breathing.
âThe lantern?â Athos scoffed. âIt weighs nothing. Now be quiet, all right? I brought you as a lookout. Wouldnât expect a wisp of a thing like you to carry anything, would I?â
Lio bit back an angered reply. He was small compared to his father, it was true, closer in height to his mother and with her slender build, too. From her he had his ghostly pale hair as well, that made the villagers hiss âDevil-childâ and other such nonsense after him. The one thing he had from his father was the dark color of his eyes. His little brother and sisters had those eyes, too, but their hair was dark as coal. He often wished his own was, too.
Wrapping his arms around himself in a futile attempt to get warm, he wondered how far they had left. Their cottage was on the other side of the woods, in a clearing out of sight from any other people. The nearest farm was only a short walk away, but Lio and his family had never been counted among the villagers who were their neighbors. Young women sought out his mother secretly, when her herbs were the only thing that might help them end unwanted pregnancies or cure their sick babies. His father was the one the villagers called for when they needed shameful or dangerous tasks done, like gelding foals or burying disease-spreading corpses. Shame, filthâthat was all they were associated with. They always had been.
A strange sound pierced through the roaring of the rain. The neighing of a horse? He stopped, throwing anxious looks around him. âFather, did youââ
âQuiet!â Athos trudged on, muttering to himself. The rain streamed down Lioâs face, plastering his hair to his skin. He shivered, not sure if it was from the cold or from fear. Another sound came through the darknessâa voice? Several voices?
âFather, run!â But he hadnât taken more than a step forward before someone grabbed him by the neck, pulling him back. In front of him he saw his father stop as a rider blocked his path. A dark-clad man on a black steed, carrying a torch in his hand. His hair was obscured by a helmet. There were four men in total, including the one with the forceful grip on Lioâs neck. Lio struggled in vain to free himself, and the man chuckled in a low, raspy voice.
âWell,â said the rider in black, as two of his henchmen closed in on Athos with their swords drawn. âWe found our prey at last. Did you really think Iâd allow anyone to steal from me?â His voice was smooth but cold. It was difficult to tell his ageâLord Callen was hardly a young man, but he was well-built and tall, with broad shoulders and a straight, proud posture. His eyes were just as icy as his voice.
Athos dropped the burlap sack, rising to his full height and taking a step closer to Callen, as if to challenge him. âYouâve got enough for a whole village, but we ainât got a thing!â
âOh, is that so?â Callen curled his lip. âWhile I applaud your courage, I really canât let a thing like this slide. You understand, surely? Men, how should we punish this pitiful crime?â
âTheir right hands,â said one of the henchmen, giving Athos a nudge with the blunt side of his sword. âOff with them.â
âDeath,â suggested another man with an ugly grin. âThatâd stop them from doing it again, my lord.â
Callen nodded. âWhy, certainly, but I personally feel itâs a tadâŚboring?â His cool gaze landed on Lioâs face. He scrutinized him for a few moments before turning away. âSeize them,â he said. âWe bring them with us.â
âIâve got little ones at home, sir!â Athos called out. âTheyâve had nothing to eat for the last week, and me and my wifeââ
âWhat a pity,â Callen said.
Athos roared, trying to make a run for it, but one of Callenâs men stabbed his sword into his shoulder before heâd gotten away. Callen snorted as Athos was tied up and thrown over the back of one of the horses as if he were a sack of flour. Lio stared, his eyes fixed on his fatherâs shape. That wound⌠How bad is it?
âNow the boy,â said Callen.
âYes,â murmured the man who held Lio captive. He jumped to the ground and pulled Lio toward him, his breath hot and revolting against Lioâs neck. âIâll take care of you.â
âLet me go!â Lio squirmed, but the man quickly tied his wrists together and put him face down in front of the saddle before mounting the horse again. Lioâs breath hitched in his throat as the man put a big, gloved hand on the back of his thigh.
âKeep still now,â he said, voice low. âFilthy little thief. Youâre going to regret what youâve done.â
Yes. As the riders started retracing their tracks through the woods, back to Lord Callenâs manor, Lio thought bitterly that he regretted everything. He couldnât see his father, but he heard his pained groans and whimpers, and the men shouting at him to keep quiet. If only he could do something! What would happen to them once they reached the manor? His fatherâs injuryâhow bad was it? His mother would have been able to stop the bloodâshe would have healed him in no time. But Lio didnât have any of her knowledge. He couldnât do anything but hope, in spite of everything, that they would make it out of this alive.
Read the rest of the story in At His Mercy – out on March 2!
Preorder “At His Mercy”

“At His Mercy” is up for preorder! It’s only $2.99 and available in epub, mobi, and pdf.
A thief and his captor⌠A spicy demand in exchange for freedom. Will Lio give in to the lord of the manor?
Young thief Lio should have known better than to steal from the mighty Lord Callen. After heâs been locked up in a cold cell in Callenâs manor, heâs told that heâll be set free on one conditionâthat he agrees to share Callenâs bed for one night. Lio refuses, but canât help wondering what sleeping with Callen might be like. Callen, on the other hand, takes the rejection badly and thinks Lio finds him old and unattractive. He canât stop thinking about the pretty boy with the white hair though, and theyâre about to overcome their hostility toward one another when something happens that brutally cuts off their budding friendship and causes Callen to throw Lio out headfirst.
For months they are apart. Callen isolates himself in his chamber, enraged and bitter, while Lio struggles to make it through the winter. In the end, starvation forces him to seek out the last man he wants to seeâLord Callen. Callen, who resents him and does nothing to hide it. Will Lio be able to get through to him? Will they ever have what they both wantâeach other?
Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of violence, threats of sexual harrassment, captivity and homophobia.
General Release Date: 2nd March 2021
Cover reveal, “At His Mercy”
Here is the cover for my upcoming erotic novella “At His Mercy” – available for preorder on January 19:
A thief and his captor⌠A spicy demand in exchange for freedom. Will Lio give in to the lord of the manor?
Young thief Lio should have known better than to steal from the mighty Lord Callen. After heâs been locked up in a cold cell in Callenâs manor, heâs told that heâll be set free on one conditionâthat he agrees to share Callenâs bed for one night. Lio refuses, but canât help wondering what sleeping with Callen might be like. Callen, on the other hand, takes the rejection badly and thinks Lio finds him old and unattractive. He canât stop thinking about the pretty boy with the white hair, though, and theyâre about to overcome their hostility toward one another when something happens that brutally cuts off their budding friendship and causes Callen to throw Lio out headfirst.
For months they are apart. Callen isolates himself in his chamber, enraged and bitter, while Lio struggles to make it through the winter. In the end, starvation forces him to seek out the last man he wants to seeâLord Callen. Callen, who resents him and does nothing to hide it. Will Lio be able to get through to him? Will they ever have what they both wantâeach other?
Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of violence.
At His Mercy is a medieval fantasy novella published by Pride Publishing.
Length: 22,000 words
Release date: March 2, 2021
Available for preorder January 19, 2021