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A bit about me: I’m a romance writer, usually writing LGBT+ romance. I hail from England, but in case you hate the English, I can claim some Scottish ancestry. My stories are pretty much always set in the U.K because I haven’t travelled much (yet). I enjoy writing anti-heroes and dislikeable characters, and usually like a bit of a creepy atmosphere to my settings. To find out a bit more, check out my bio page.
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Word Count: 20,000 words
Genre: Romance, Gay, Historical
For trigger warnings see the content notes here.
Arwel and his family are bad stock, everyone knows it and they’re happy to say it—but left with a towering debt and no means to pay it, survival means living on the wrong side of the law. Arwel has little doubt his life will end via the hangman’s noose, but the risk of execution is better than the alternative.
Tomi makes a living buying and selling pretty things, including those that Arwel passes along from his roadway victims. Tomi has few morals when it comes to business, and if buying stolen goods brings him closer to Arwel, so much the better.
Then one night a robbery goes wrong, and Arwel finds himself on the brink of losing everything he holds dear, including his life, and Tomi doesn’t know if he’ll ever see him again.
The Lightning Moon
Word Count: 31,000 words
Genre: Romance, Gay, Paranormal
Arrow enjoys his job—more or less. It pays well, lets him travel freely, and puts his rather unique skill set to good use. But when he finds a letter addressed to the most recent man he’s been hired to track down, he begins to wonder if what he’s got is what he really wants.
Quinn has mostly resigned himself to a lonely life and instead puts his focus on assisting the unusual clientele of the Crystal Moon Emporium, a shop catering exclusively to witches. It’s a life, if not much of one, and he’s getting by. Then a handsome stranger walks through the door, and Quinn starts to feel that maybe just ‘getting by’ is no longer enough.