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Man, it’s been a while….

Hey, all! I am still here, believe it or not. Things have been hectic, to say the least.

Paul’s brother, Peter, died. He left no Will so we’ve been trying to take care of his estate in Kentucky.

My Mom died. She left no Will so we’ve been trying to take care of her estate in Wisconsin.

During this time I really haven’t felt much like writing. I’m trying hard to get back into the mood, but it’s slow

That said, I *DO* have a book that’ll hopefully be out in January entitled ‘The Grizzly Situation’.

Here’s the blurb for it:

Ulysses McNamara—Uly to his family—has just lost another job. His seventh, actually. He gives every job 100%, but his brain is going a million miles a minute and his body can’t keep up with it. He believed this last job as a server in his uncle’s café was his final chance.

Fate, however, has plans for Uly. His newest customer has a secret, and Uly is about to become privy to it.

Brent Lockhart would rather be back home in Bear Mountain, playing with his twin five-year-old sons before they head for school. Instead, he’s the CEO of Ursine Inc, in Milwaukee to decide on the future of 300 employees who could lose their jobs. At least he can help the server in the café when he gets into trouble. Brent makes the man sit and tell him what’s wrong. After a brief conversation, Uly says something that shows Brent a way to save all those jobs. Then he runs.

Brent tracks the guy down, insisting that Uly should work for him. Sure, Uly helped him out, but that isn’t the reason.  Once upon a time someone gave Brent a chance, and he wants to return the favor.

At least that’s what he’s telling himself, but with each hour Uly spends with Brent and his two sons, the three bears find something they never expected. Something they’d had once, before it was taken from them when they’d lost someone precious.

A home.

 

I’m going to be asking Reese Dante to do the cover, because she forever knocks off my socks. I’ll keep you updated!

From the Shadows is available for preorder!

Tolly & Jasper: The Reunion

It had been a long day. Tolly worked late, so I had to order dinner for us. Stupid no using the kitchen rule. But, I got our favorite lasagna from Teccadaro, so that made it a win. Filling and cheap, which was always a bonus.

“Good night, Tolly,” I said as I flicked off the lights.

“Good night, sweetheart,” he replied on a yawn. “Oh, before I forget, your phone rang while you were in the back. It was your mom, saying she’s going to be in town tomorrow and wants to stop by to see you. I gave her the address and directions on how to get here.”

Tolly & Jasper: How they met

“And how long is he gone for this time?” Connor asked, sipping from the root beer he’d asked for when he arrived.

Why I’d let him in was beyond me. I knew it was stupid, but like Tolly said, I wasn’t good on my own.

“Two weeks,” I griped. He’d only been gone for few days, and already I realized my penis pillow, as plush and purple as it was, was a poor substitute. And that was why, when Connor showed up at the door, all smiles and chatty, I’d done the stupid thing and let him in. Now I was regretting my choice.

“Wonder how many guys he’s going to fuck while he’s gone this time,” Connor muttered.

“None,” I assured him. “Tolly loves me.”

Tolly & Jasper: Tolly’s Boy

 

“My penis came!”

I dashed down the hall, oversized box in hand, doing my best not to trip, until I got to the kitchen. Tolly sat at the table, holding his tablet and shaking his head. He seemed to do that a lot.

“Tolly!”

He closed his eyes for a moment and drew in a deep breath. He exhaled, then opened them, giving me a super-sweet, but really fake smile. I knew, because I’d seen my fair share of them in the past.

“Have we not, on more than one occasion, talked about shouting in the house, Jasper?”

Yup, that’s me. Jasper Andrew Michaelson. Honestly, I preferred the nickname the kids had given me when I was younger. Jam. How awesome is that? Well, at least until I found out that it wasn’t just because of my initials. It was the fact that I was always in trouble of one sort or another. Was it my fault people didn’t know how to have fun?