The Kids Are All Right – A Family Matters short

The Kids Are All Right – A Family Matters short

“Why aren’t you getting ready?” I asked Joey. It was already four, and the prom would be starting soon.

He shook his head. “I was told I couldn’t come. Kay and Micah are pissed… I’m sorry, they’re peeved.”

This was news to me. “Explain,” I insisted.

Joey sat up and his eyes were puffy. He sniffled until I handed him a tissue and he blew his nose. “My student counselor said if I was coming, I had to wear what she calls ‘appropriate attire’, otherwise I wasn’t allowed in.”

“Were you planning on going in your birthday suit?”

Today my dream came true….

I’ve always wanted to write. To inspire. To please. To make people feel emotions. Today K.C. Wells and I got an email, and it makes me the happiest person around.


Dear K.C and Parker

I don’t know how many of this kind of email you receive, and I’m hoping you’ll be glad to receive it!

I’m a 43 year old gay man.  From the age of around 18 I’ve known I’m a submissive, but always been to scared to do anything about it.  Having spent 20+ years in unhealthy, unhappy vanilla relationships, I finally decided to explore the world of BDSM early last year.

Having read a lot of reference material, books and websites talking about the general rules and how the world of BDSM and how D/s relationships work, I found myself looking for gay BDSM fiction on Kindle.  There I found your Collars and Cuffs series.  I was instantly hooked, the characters, the scenes, the kinks – I’d found what I’ve spent my life hiding from, and pretty much instantly knew that was what I wanted.  Sadly I live in Northampton (UK) which is not the most exciting place, and a club such as Collars & Cuffs is but a dream!

Cut to 16 weeks ago, and a message from another gay skinhead, who just happens to be in to leather and is a Dominant of 20+ years experience…  Many, many hours of messaging and talking later, and the time comes to meet (no kink or action involved, and a planned call from a friend around the corner in case things didn’t go to plan!).  I’m now in the relationship I’ve always wanted, with the man of my dreams, who does things with and to me that I’ve dreamed about for so long.

During a break in Friday’s scene (always with safe words, which have been used), I requested feedback, saying that I never knew if I was doing a good job, and I needed him to tell me… My Master stated “I know you were clear at the start that you had no experience with D/s, but that done a lot of reading.  That was the best thing you could have done, because unless you’d told me, I’d never have known.  I don’t constantly give you feedback, I don’t need to give you pointers, or correct you, because you do everything right.”.

So my heartfelt thanks to you both.  Firstly for the wonderful characters and stories, which suggested that a loving relationship with a D/s element was possible.  Secondly for giving me the confidence to look for what I’d spent a life dreaming of, but never been brave enough to do anything about.  And thirdly, for the level of detail in your books, which has allowed me to pass as a half decent sub to the man I’ve fallen for, who has made me the happiest man alive and who feels the same for me.

The two of you have helped restore a broken man, and helped me achieve the happiness I never thought I’d have.  So thank you from the bottom of my heart, because with out the two of you, it wouldn’t have been possible.

Sincerely and with the best of wishes to you both, Barry

All Family Matters: A Family Matters short

All Family Matters: A Family Matters short

This short features the now sixteen-year-old son of Travis and Denise who we last see when he was  a newborn at the end of Family Matters. Now, he’s nearly grown up and dealing with problems no kid should ever have to be hurt by.


“Kyle, you don’t have to do this.”

Hi! I’m the aforementioned Kyle, last name Cook. If it sounds at all familiar, it’s because you might know my parents. Travis and Denise Cook, best friends of Patrick and Seth Clarke, who are the fathers of my uncle and aunt, Joey and Jenna. Well, not by blood, you see, it doesn’t matter how you look at it, we’re all still family.

“And what happens if I don’t?” I grumbled. “What are you going to do?”

A Holy Hell Christmas with Alcy, Beez, and Carter

A Holy Hell Christmas with Alcy, Beez, and Carter

I am SO very sorry for the delay in posting this! Life got really hectic for the last month, and it slipped my mind. This short is a ‘Holy Hell Christmas’, based on the book ‘Holy Hell’ by me and KC Wells.


PLEASE NOTE! Adric, the man who did our wonderful cover, also did some not safe for work images which are included in this post. If you’re not in a safe location, don’t read any further.


“Where are we going?” Carter asked for what felt like the fiftieth time.

“Don’t ask me,” Alcy replied. “Beez came storming in, told me to get a jacket on, because it was cold, and then went to get you.”

“Yeah, he said the same thing to me.” He huffed. “Beez—”

“No, I’m not saying, so don’t ask. Sit back, shut up, and be patient.” He snorted. “Sorry, I forgot who I was talking to. The twins of  ‘can we cum now?'”

Alcy snorted. “It’s not our fault you’re such a tease.”

Shadows in the Light – Oscar & Max

Shadows in the Light – Oscar & Max

In Haven’s Creed with meet Haven and Sammy, plus their core group. In Haven’s War, one of those members loses his life, and Haven wants to find the killer and show him what justice truly means. In that book, we meet Oscar, who used to work for the same outfit Haven does, but left when he did something that was frowned upon. Seems killing bad guys is okay, but killing good guys? Not so much.


PLEASE NOTE: This story was serialized a few years ago on my blog. The only changes have been a few corrections.


Chapter One

Twelve Years Ago

They say that the mirror never lies. Well, if what mine was saying turned out to be true, it was a fucking douchebag. For the first time in eighteen weeks, I dared to step in front of the damn thing and really give myself the once over. Probably shouldn’t have, because believe me, it wasn’t a pretty sight.

Across my body were jagged pink lines where the shrapnel ripped through me. They were fading, unlike the jumble of memories in my head. I remember the white-hot pain as the pieces seared through my flesh. Looking at me today, you wouldn’t have guessed at one time I had been referred to as a pretty boy. Of course, this was before puberty. Dark hair with even darker eyes framed a face with soft, delicate skin that had never seen a zit in its life. I could walk in a room and heads—guys and girls—would turn in my direction. All that changed as I matured—well, physically at any rate. My body grew thicker, the layer of baby fat increased to more than love handles. My neck, which had never really been something to speak of, disappeared between my head and oversized body. It seemed overnight I went from being a twink to becoming the elephant man.