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Rite of Summer update!

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I finished my edits and author’s note and such last night; now it’s off to the copy editor to catch any typos and/or TERRIBLE MISTAKES that slipped through the cracks. 

My editor has been so awesome, guys. I can’t tell you how important having a good editor is to this process. (Jigsaw puzzles weren’t a thing until the 20th century. I didn’t realize that. But she did! It’s the little things that matter in the aggregate. <3 )

I have a blog tour booked for May; more details forthcoming as they get things organized at their end. There will be a giveaway going up soon as well. I have all the gifts, I just need to take some half-decent photos for the post. 

Mark your social diaries now — I’ll be doing an online launch party on June 2nd, currently looking at 6 pm – 11 pm Eastern time (7-midnight Atlantic, after which I turn into an incoherent pumpkin). I’ll have links up for the chatroom closer to the day. 

Heeeeeere we goooo!

Rite of Summer – coming June 2nd, 2015

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I have a finalized blurb, and a publication date! Rite of Summer will be available for purchase from Samhain  on June 2nd, and available for pre-order some time before that. I also got to submit my notes for the cover artist; I cannot wait to see what they come up with.

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There are terrors worse than stage fright. Like falling in love.

Violinist Stephen Ashbrook is passionate about three things—his music, the excitement of life in London, and his lover, Evander Cade. It’s too bad that Evander only loves himself. A house party at their patron’s beautiful country estate seems like a chance for Stephen to remember who he is, when he’s not trying to live up to someone else’s harsh expectations.

Joshua Beaufort, a painter whose works are very much in demand among the right sort of people, has no expectations about this party at all. Until, that is, he finds out who else is on the guest list. Joshua swore off love long ago, but has been infatuated with Stephen since seeing his brilliant performance at Vauxhall. Now he has the chance to meet the object of his lust face to face—and more.

But changing an open relationship to a triad is a lot more complicated than it seems, and while Evander’s trying to climb the social ladder, Stephen’s trying to climb Joshua. When the dust settles, only two will remain standing…when they’re not flat on their backs.

Warning: Contents under pressure. Contains three men, two beds, one erotic piercing, and the hottest six weeks of summer the nineteenth century has ever seen. 

Book 1 of ‘Treading the Boards’

Hello, world!

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You would figure, as an author, I’d be more creative than that for my first post. Alas, you would be hopelessly mistaken. Welcome!

I’m mostly using this to test out the theme, but also to have some content in here besides that lovely crotch-thrusty portrait in my header. Isn’t he a darling? 

That dashing young buck with the prominent protrusion is Captain Gilbert Heathcote (1779-1831), painted by William Owen. His portrait is owned by the Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery. I think he sets the conversational tone around here rather neatly. 

So this is my blog! I’m a new author in the romance genre, and I’ve just signed a contract with the utterly amazing Amy Sherwood over at Samhain Publishing for my first novel. Set in 1810, The Rite of Summer is a queer erotic romance (M/M, M/M/M, and then back to M/M again for some variety), currently slated for publication in June (or possibly July) of 2015.

If all goes well it will be the first in a series called Treading the Boards, erotic and queer-ish romances about artists and performers in Regency England. I’m working on the second book in that series at the moment (F/M/F, most likely), so right now my reading list is full of books about the theatre life in and around the Haymarket and Drury Lane. 

Right now I’m reading: 

Burwick, Frederick. 2011. Playing to the crowd: London popular theater, 1780-1830. New York: Palgrave Macmillan.

and

Moody, Jane. 2000. Illegitimate theatre in London, 1770-1840. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press.

Does it make me a hopeless nerd to be so excited by some of this stuff? 

… don’t answer that.