An Explination of My Dedication

I recently released the first book of my new series, Average People Having Average Sex and I’d like to offer a little explanation of the dedication that I included in the book.

The dedication reads, “This book is dedicated to everyone that I wish I’d been nicer too.” Clearly I don’t understand how dedications work, but let’s ignore that for a moment as I’d like to explain what I meant when I wrote that dedication and what I didn’t mean.

The book is called The Loser. It’s about a guy who never really excelled socially in high school and turns up at a party a year after graduating high school and finds that very little has changed. It doesn’t really play into the stereotype of nerds and bullies, but focuses on the experience of a guy that just can’t catch the interest of anyone and has few friends. It gets a little more exciting when a girl asks him to get into some weird ass sex, but I’ll let you see that for yourself.

So with that context, I’ll get back to my dedication. I don’t want anyone to get the idea that I made that dedication because I was some kind of high school bully. The dedication is only partially related to the context of the story. What happened was, that as I was writing this story, I was reminded of my high school experience and well, I was extremely immature and frankly self absorbed. Of course I was, I was a kid. It also got me thinking about other times in my life when I acted in ways that fall sort of my current standard of how to treat people.

I don’t think I’ve ever been exceptionally terrible to anyone, but yeah there are things that I’m embarrassed of. Like, for example, the friend that liked me in high school. I didn’t have the balls (ovaries, whatever) to tell him that I was never going to go out with him so I just said nothing instead and came up with creative ways to avoid him and pretend not to notice that he liked me. That was shitty. I should not have done that. I wish I’d had the maturity to deal with that situation in a way that would have been more respectful to him, but I didn’t.

Or more recently, I worked with a guy that was pretty lazy. I spent a lot of time bitching about him with my other co-workers and in retrospect, that was also pretty crappy of me.

And those are just the times that I realized I was acting like a jerk. I’m sure there are plenty of other times when I’ve acted like a turd and was too much of a turd to recognize it.

So I’ll restate that I clearly don’t understand how a book dedication works. What I meant when I wrote that line was pretty much, I wish I’d never been an immature tool and I wish that I still wasn’t.


Average People Having Average Sex: The Loser

Irish Fantasy: Drowning and Act Three both available for purchase

I probably should have posted about this a long time ago, but to be fair, I warned you in the beginning that I was a terrible blogger.

Act Three and Irish Fantasy Volume I: Drowning became available for purchase this month. So far I’m really pleased with the sales and the reception has been (surprisingly) positive. I’m currently working on the second book in the Irish Fantasy series, “The Giant’s Bride.” as well as some top secret projects that I’ll probably end up talking about later.

Until then, check out Act Three and Irish Fantasy Volume I: Drowning.

Ash’s Fire by Callie Gold


I’ve been looking to talk about some other authors on my blog and recently I was contacted by Callie Gold author of Ash’s Fire and she was generous enough to send me a copy of her book. I was so happy that Callie contacted me, because in an amazing coincidence, Ash’s Fire shares a major theme with the short story I’ve just released, Act Three. They both deal with married couples and in the problems that come after “happily ever after.”


Back to Ash’s Fire. All I can say is WOW. It was smart, sexy and exciting. The plot revolves around a middle aged  married couple which made it so fresh and different from other erotica. Don’t get me wrong, I love stories about young people falling in love for the first time, having amazing sex etc. etc. but there’s also a huge need for something different. Have you ever wondered what happens after “happily ever after?” Well wonder no more!


Smart and successful Attorney Jordan Cohen didn’t expect Sam, her husband and best friend, to invoke their old pact for non-exclusivity. But after twenty-some years together, he did.

A chance meeting with Ari Ash, the tall-dark-and-yummy internationally renowned concert pianist, sends Jordan into his arms. Ari’s mysterious ways and magical lovemaking pull the conflicted Jordan into a whirlwind affair.

When Ari is implicated in an execution-style murder, she wants to believe Ari is innocent, but one troubling fact after another keeps popping up. Jordan turns to the only man she can trust with her lover’s life – her brilliant criminal defense attorney husband.

Is Ari a killer?

When Ari is charged, Jordan fears the worst: a life sentence for her lover, exposure of her affair and the ruin of her law firm and irreparable damage to her husband’s reputation. But she can’t let go of Ari’s love…

With the trial just days ahead, Jordan races to save her lover, her husband and herself.

Callie was also generous enough to give me an exclusive interview where she answered some of the big questions I had after reading the book:

Was it important to you to write about an older woman?

Yes! I wrote about this in my blog, with a pissy attitude, I have to admit. All women that have sex in books are twenty one and near virgins, which means they have very little experience, and they all have OMG sex. So what does that mean for the rest of us?? That we can’t have amazing sex in our thirties? forties? fifties? Our days of enjoying sex are behind us? This is age discrimination, and it’s perpetrated by women who are NOT in their twenties. So I set out to prove that all of us can be sexually active, and attractive and heroines of books!

Here’s the link to a post about this issue: No More Virgin Sex!


What was the most challenging part  about writing Ash’s Fire?

Editing. That is one hard job! I flew through the writing, and then my editor – the amazing Ms. Dini Parayitam of Iowa’s MFA program, slowed me down and challenged every word I wrote. Man, THAT man that was hard.


What are you most satisfied about with the story?

Well, two things. First, the story. Seriously, I wanted to write a story that rushes through, really fast, and surprises the reader. I hope I succeeded. And there’s also the characters, I was pleased with the way they came to life for me, and controlled what happened. I was shocked when they took over and started bossing me around.


Is there a theme or message that you were trying to convey when writing this?

Dude, of course! Monogamy is HARD! And that we each have to find our own way, even if it unconventional. I wrote about that a series of posts on my blog, and it is truly my bread and butter – as a divorce mediator and marriage counselor. Here’s a link to the first of the posts about this: The problem with monogamy


You can find Callie Gold on FB. She will be appearing some other blogs throughout the interweb this month, so check her facebook for updates. Ash’s Fire is currently available for 99 cents on Amazon so get it while the deal is on! PLUS she’s doing a Rafflecopter give away for a $50 amazon/Barnes and Noble gift card in case you needed one more reason to check her out.


Change in plans… kind of


I’ve decided to publish a book that I’ve been sitting on for a while after completing it and then doing nothing with it for about a year (Do I sound super organized yet?) After I revisited it, I decided that it was a story that I really wanted to tell so I’ve scheduled it to be released on November 5th. It’s roughly 7,500 words long and focuses on the relationship between a husband and wife.

The book is called Act Three:

Matt and Eve’s marriage feels like it has been worn thin when they meet the beautiful and seductive actress Cleo.

New book ready for pre-order!

I’ve posted Irish Fantasy Volume I: Drowning for pre-order and I’m pretty excited about it.


You can find more information about it here

As the title implies, it gets a bit dark. The book is the first of a series that I’m working on that plays with the creatures from old Irish legends. What I love most about these legends is the conflict that they have with humans. These are not your Victorian sugar plum fairies. Many stories passed down through history revolve around the fickle vengeance of Irish mythical creatures (or sídh ((pronounced shee)).

The story takes place around Glencar Falls in Ireland, the same setting as W.B. Yeat’s poem, “The Stolen Child.” While the poem wasn’t really my inspiration, I couldn’t help but be influenced by it as I was writing. I believe the poem is in the public domain so I’m going to go ahead and post it here for your reading pleasure. (and if it’s not, oops, guess I’m screwed.)

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand.
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest
For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand

Hello world!

I’m going to start this with a bit of honesty: I’m a terrible blogger.

I put off starting a blog because I didn’t want to start something and then not update regularly. (Also, I was afraid of being boring.) Now with the upcoming release of my first book in November, I figured it would be nice to have somewhere that people can find me so to speak.

So there, I’ve laid my cards on the table.

I’ll try to update regularly with information about my upcoming books as well as the occasional short stories that sometimes come flying out of my head.