Well, apparently I cannot into dates; Video Games is out today, not tomorrow!
Come and Play: Video Games Release
18 Wednesday Jan 2012
Posted in Writing
New Release for the 19th Jan!
13 Friday Jan 2012
Posted in Writing
My newest Torquere Press title, Come & Play: Video Games is out next Wednesday!
The blurb: Matt Harding is a university student with an open love of video games and a secret curiosity for cock. Things get complicated after he explores this curiosity with his housemate, Rafe, one evening when they’re home alone. Matt must decide whether to fight the attraction he feels for Rafe, or embrace it and find out just where it all might lead.
Keep an eye out for this short story next week!
Now available in Fun Size
05 Thursday Jan 2012
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Find me over on Twitter
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Oh good, another way for me to waste my time on the internet
Happy New Year!
02 Monday Jan 2012
Posted in Uncategorized
Hooray for 2012!
New Year inevitably means new year’s resolutions…hopefully all will be manageable (apocalypse not withstanding)
- Get down to a size 10
- Have a better work-life balance
- Go to the cinema more
- Write five short stories and finish at least one long one
- Learn how to make Greek food
- Date some attractive men
- Visit the US
- Begin learning Mandarin
- Take up kickboxing
- Learn how to bloody drive
How about you?
New Sip coming soon!
23 Friday Dec 2011
Posted in Writing
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erotica, homoerotica, M/M, short story, Sip, Torquere Press, writing
I am delighted to announce that Torquere Press have accepted my manuscript for a short, sexy guy-on-guy Sip! Hopefully the first of many, centred around the theme of ‘games’. Sips are Torquere’s short story line, between 3k to 10k words – just a little something to get the juices flowing, as they say…
15 Thursday Dec 2011
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Blogging over at Torquere
10 Saturday Dec 2011
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Today I will be mostly driving the Torquere Press Livejournal bus.
Links to be updated throughout the day:
Intro post and hot nekked dudes
Current guilty pleasures
23 Wednesday Nov 2011
Posted in TV
So bad that they’re good…
Tool Academy (link for UK channel 4): This is definitely compulsive trash TV, but I don’t even care. The premise is that 12 women volunteer their obnoxious other halves for a relationship counselling course, under the pretence that they are competing for the fictitious title ‘King of Men’. Cue 12 weeks of tough psychological analysis and therapy, during which time Tools supposedly become Men in order to attain a £25,000 prize and the admiration of their wife/girlfriend. One couple gets the boot each week, which I think is a little harsh when a lot of the participants could clearly benefit from going all the way through the counselling course even if they don’t win the prize. It might sound like exploitation of ‘contestants” issues for entertainment (and I guess it would be difficult to argue the show is completely free of that particular tarred brush), but watching a bunch of idiots mature into reasonable human beings is a very interesting and endearing process.
The Only Way Is Essex (link for UK channel ITV): Part-reality, part-drama, entirely-absorbing nonsense about a bunch of people from Essex and the many struggles of their daily lives. Things like getting dressed for parties and who’s snogging who behind whose back. It’s shit. I know it’s shit, but I like it anyway. It’s like Jersey Shore – I can only stand about 5-10 minutes at a time before I want to fling things at the TV, but after channel hopping I’ll always come back.
Fight the good fight
16 Wednesday Nov 2011
Posted in Internet
Moments of surprising niceness that come out of nowhere
13 Sunday Nov 2011
Posted in Waffling
I like the little nice things people do for each other on occasion, for no reason at all. They are like a tiny ray of hope through the bleak black cloud of forthcoming societal apocalypse as everything we know implodes under the gigantic consolatory shrug of the banks. They make me think things might not be so bad, providing you can arm yourself against the hoards that will inevitably come scavenging for your last tin of baked beans.
Yesterday I was coming back from a very long and involving conference, had been on my feet all day, talking to people I didn’t know, and I was pretty fucking irritable even after it was all over and done with, and the freezing cold wasn’t helping any.
I made my way off to the station to start the 2 hour train back home, already pretty late, forgetting I had no idea how far away it was or even which direction I should be heading. The road signs nearby offered no possible indications of station whereabouts, so I wandered over to a couple of concierge guys standing in front of a posh hotel over the road to ask for directions.
I didn’t get my directions. Instead, I was ushered inside to ask the receptionist to book me a taxi, and if asked, to say I was a guest at the hotel. I went back outside to wait for my taxi, feeling a little sheepish that it wasn’t really my right to ask the nice lady for anything when I wasn’t staying. I was told to go inside and wait in the warm on one of their nice plush sofas, like a tramp-lady allowed into the vestibule of a mansion.
I was waiting there for a while. Didn’t bother me; I was getting to enjoy the un-cold comfort of the fancy surroundings (including the longest curtains I have ever seen), but it bothered the concierge guys. Eventually a taxi arrived, but it wasn’t for me. They decided it would take me to the station anyway, and that the people who’d booked it would wait for the next one (they weren’t there at the time).
So in short, I had a nice ride to the station in someone else’s taxi, and everything went better than expected. Thanks, hotel concierge guys. You’ve made me think we might make it after all.
