…kind of. 

This weekend I joined thirteen other writers for the Bold Strokes Book festival. 

‘Other writers.’ 

That means I belong in that category, and that’s a surreal feeling. 

I’ve published a respectable number of non-respectable stories (nearly all erotica). In fact, I have two coming out this month, in the anthologies Order Up, and Me and My Boi. I’ll be doing blogs for both of those.

Anyway…

This weekend was different. This time, I read from my very own novel. As in, a whole book with my name on the cover. 

It was terrifying. 

And it wasn’t helped by the fact that it was a sex panel, nor that I’d lost my voice. 

But I got through it without vomiting or turning my usual shade of apple red. And I’m glad I did. It was freeing, in a way, and really great to have readers ask when they can buy it. Being on the other side of the panel isn’t as scary as I thought it would be. 

Yay. 

Fury’s Bridge is available for ebook pre-order now, and comes out officially in early 2017. Boldstrokesbooks.com