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I'm participating, and every single one of my books* will be 50% off for the whole of July!

You can find all my books listed here on my author profile. And if you'd like to read a little more about my books, I have some simple summaries here.

If you've been wanting to check out one of my romance novels, this is a great time to do it!

“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine, and I don’t want anyone to take you away from me.”

Benny’s eyes drifted from his brother’s face down to the swollen, leaking cock. He swallowed. “I can’t be yours. Think of how difficult that would be for you. If anyone found out, that’d be the end of everything you’ve worked for. We’d be shunned and alone.”

“I don’t mind being alone together.” Tony licked his lips. “I want to fuck you. I want to fill you with pheromones and somehow unlock an omega nature. I want us to make son-nephews together. I want to give you a claiming bite. But you’re a beta, and more importantly, you’re my brother. So it’s up to you. Tell me to fuck off. Or.” Tony started stroking his cock again. His precum dripped onto the floor. “Take your mask off, and bathe in my pheromones.”

One minute passed, and then another. Neither brother said a word. Neither looked away. Tony kept stroking his dick. Benny kept looking between Tony’s eyes and his crotch.

How about a cock transformation story where the best man fills out the package of one of the grooms on the big day?

Peter thrust his hands forward. “Please, help me.”

A bright pink pill bottle rested in his palms. On the lid, a cartoon, anthropomorphic cock winked. It was cute in a lightly creepy sort of way. Cockify. I’d seen it in stores and in porn, but never would I have expected it to wind up in the hands of my best friend.

“Say something,” Peter said.

I rubbed the side of my neck. “You want me to be your dick.”

He didn’t raise his head. “Just for a little bit. The closer you are to someone, the bigger a dick they’re supposed to make.”

Right. That was the problem with CTF porn. Pornstars playing husbands obviously weren’t close enough in real life for the cocking to result in the gargantuan sizes promised by the drug. You mostly had to go to amateur stuff to see the real extent of what it could do.

“Dude,” I said.

“I’ll tell everyone my corsage fell apart because something got knocked over or whatever and you transformed into that. No one’ll know you’re the reason my cock is gonna be fucking enormous. You won’t have to worry about making everything go well. Told the lady to bother Xan’s mom.”

My fingers hovered over the bottle. It was tempting, getting to rest for a bit. “How long do that last?”

“Uh…” He paused. “I think I got the moderately weak dose? So it’s two hours a pill.”

He’d never used them before. But he’d brought them with him. Did he just go around with the stuff? Maybe it was part of his honeymoon plans? Or maybe he’d been hoping to take the day in this direction from the jump.

I snatched the bottle up. “I’m taking one.”

I have lost my job. Though I am applying for new ones, my field is museums and nonprofits, which are all taking hits and aren't exactly in a hiring spree.

I have one month of work left, and I’ve already been applying since May. But a job I was really banking on decided to go with another applicant and I’m freefalling.

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RED (25k) follows Nash Owens as he grows up in small town Deliverance, Tennessee with a clingy little sister, abusive father, and a slowly evolving crush on Theodore Spinoza, the boy next door and his best friend.

He imagines he'll be sore about it later, but Teddy is still grinning and the stunning absence of his regret is infectious. It buoys him right 'till the door swings open and his daddy steps in. All the air sucks clean out of the room outside the principal's office where Nash and Teddy are sitting side by side in matching plastic chairs. Then Daddy's eyes light upon him and Nash goes cold all over. And Teddy—Teddy, who looks from Nash to his daddy and knows who he is, but don't ever know when to keep his mouth shut—says, "Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Owens. Nash isn't in trouble, right? He was only doing what you taught him, after all." - Red, like my bleeding heart in your hand

BLUE (65k) takes place 20 years after Teddy and his family moved away. Nash is a nursing aide more practiced at saying goodbye than asking someone to stay, and Teddy—with a pocket full of regret—is back in town for a funeral. Time is short, and Nash has no reason to believe Teddy'll be sticking around this time, but why not enjoy the storms winds while they last? When worst comes to worst, he'll pick up the broken pieces of his heart and it'll be easier for having done it before.

Teddy wrenches his neck to look at him. Then he returns to the notebook with reverent fingers. "Oh," he breathes, "these are your promises." Nash doesn't remember if he mentioned them, or if Teddy knows because Jo spilled the beans last night. The past week is starting to blur from stress. He needs to stop letting himself get swept away. If he doesn't keep his feet, he's going to find himself in a free fall over that cliff whether he jumps or not. Three days. He needs to keep his heart and his head for three more days. - Blue, like don't forget about me