Thursday, July 21, 2016

New Website Coming soon!

Hey there. In the next few days, I'm rolling out the new site. The URL will still be, but I'm transitioning off Blogger. This may disrupt both sites for a little while during the switch, and then this site will no longer be available. Most of the content will be transferred, but I may lose some. I hope you like the new site!

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Not Human Enough Blog Tour!

The tour has kicked off with several blog stops, and I'm thrilled with the responses to my blurb and excerpts! There are several blogs hosting me, and I am so grateful to those bloggers and to Pride Promotions for helping me organize this tour.

Here are the links to the blog stops. At each blog, you'll find ways to enter the giveaway for a NOT HUMAN ENOUGH tote bag, a replica of Carter's IVAS blood bag, and a $10 gift card to the ebook retailer of your choice! There are lots of ways to earn chances to win, so make sure you check them all out. Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy the series.

RT Booklover's Convention - Las Vegas, April 12-17

The first person to message me on Facebook or Twitter, and correctly answer the following question, will win a Not Human Enough tote bag and a replica of Carter's IVAS bag! I'll set you up with my publisher at RT, and you can claim your prize!

The question: Where did Stefan and Sam meet?
Hint: While in Vegas, think "Pyramids".
(You'll find the answer in Remember Him.)

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Not Human Enough is here!

I'm so thrilled to announce the release of NOT HUMAN ENOUGH. It's available through eXtasy Books now, and will be up on Amazon Friday, April 8th. Click here to purchase NOT HUMAN ENOUGH now.

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Coming soon - NOT HUMAN ENOUGH!!

Hey there! Sorry for the long break in The Adored one, but I've been getting ready for my upcoming release, NOT HUMAN ENOUGH. This is the second in the Amsel Clan series, and I'm so excited to share it with you all! I'm scheduling a blog tour for April 1st-8th, and will be including a giveaway, so stay tuned!

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Wednesday Briefs - The Adored One 17


Max and I glanced at each other, then burst out laughing. We made our way downstairs, and found Mrs. Holbrook feeding the kitten out of a can of tuna.

"He is so cute!" she squealed. "Where on earth did he come from?"

I nearly said, "Actually he's not from Earth," but I thought better of it. Instead I explained about the alley, minus the angels and demons. "I'm going to bring him home to see if my mom will let me keep him."

Mrs. Holbrook kissed the kitten's nose. "Okay. If she says no, though, we'll keep him here."

Yeah, until he sprouts wings and buzzes your head.


Max and I gathered up Lucifer's meager belongings, and Max drove me back home. When we reached my house, Max put the car in park and smiled shyly. "I had a really great time tonight."

"Me too. Probably good that I didn't stay, though. I really want you, but we should take our time, right?"

"Slow. Right." He nodded absently. "Can you come over tomorrow?"

"Fuck, yes," I breathed. Taking Max's face in my hands, I brought my mouth down gently on his. He leaned into the kiss and laid his hands carefully on my chest, moaning as my tongue traced the seam of his lips. I was about to deepen the kiss, but the porch light came on.

"Shit," Max laughed. "Caught in the act. You'd better go before you're mom starts looking through the curtains."

"I guess you're right. See you tomorrow, around noon?"

"Sounds good. Night, Trace."

I took Lucifer and the box of his accoutrements, and watched Max drive away before making my way to the kitchen door. It opened before I could put the boxes down to get my keys.

My mom wrapped her robe tighter against the chilly air. "Honey, I thought you were—"

"Mrrrrow," the cat called, subtly introducing itself.

With a gasp, Mom snatched the cat from the box and held it to her cheek. "Look at you! Oh, aren't you adorable? Let's get you inside."

The door closed in my face, and I stood there, too stunned to move. When the door opened again, Dad glowered at me. "What have you done?"

I followed him into the kitchen and put the box of supplies on the table. Mom had the kitten wrapped up in a fleece blanket, where it purred happily from the attention. She rubbed its head and murmured sweet nothings to the tiny animal. Dad was less enthusiastic.

"Where'd you find it?" he demanded of me.

"In an alley." I saw no reason to go into detail.

He was furious. "In an alley? At night? In Boston? Jesus, Trace, do you realize how dangerous that was? You could have been killed."

The irony of his words was too much to bear. I snorted and doubled over, laughing hysterically. Dad crossed his arms over his chest, obviously waiting for an explanation. After I'd calmed down, I made up a quick explanation. "It was just along the side of the club. It was well-lit. Max and I heard him crying and found him near a dumpster. Poor guy."

My lies came easily, and they seemed to mollify my father. He exhaled slowly. "All right. Take it up to your room for now. It should get used to a small room first before it goes around exploring the whole house. Does it have a name?"


Mom pouted. "What a horrible name for such a cutie pie!"

"Trust me. It's perfect."

After wresting my new pet from my mother's arms, I carried him up to my room and shut the door. As soon as the lock clicked, Lucifer's wings unfurled, and he took flight, soaring around my room in dizzying circles. I shook my head at his antics and threw myself heavily onto my bed. Without undressing, I turned off my bedside lamp and closed my eyes.

"Hey, Trace," came a voice from the darkness.

"Whoa!" I cried in surprise. I turned on the lamp. "Where are you?"

My desk chair squeaked and Philip appeared, dressed in faded jeans and a white t-shirt. His wings were folded behind him and moved slightly as he breathed. I took in his shaggy appearance and asked, "What are you wearing?"

"Something comfortable. I wanted to try a new look. Does it work?"

I couldn't believe I was having a fashion discussion with an angel. I rolled my eyes. "It's great. Now, can I ask what you're doing here?"

The kitten, who had perched on my computer keyboard, studied Philip for a moment before mewling loudly and launching himself onto the angel's lap. With a happy purr, the kitten licked at Philip's hands, head-butting them while trying to get his attention.

Philip stared at the animal and sighed. "Michael told me…P-Pentus had brought this for me."

His sadness filled me up and I wanted to cry. "Pentus really does love you, you know. You were the first thing he asked about."

"Yes, I know. There's nothing to be done, though. Even if I could forgive his sins, God certainly would not."

"But you love him," I insisted. "Doesn't God want you to be happy?"

Philip stroked the cat's back. "Sometimes, even happiness and love can't overcome evil."

My curiosity was piqued. "Philip, what on earth did Pentus do?"

To be continued...


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Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Wednesday Briefs - The Adored One 16


"Why does this sound bad?" I asked nervously.

God smiled. "This isn't bad, Trace. I simply need you to understand something."

"What is—Whoa." We were suddenly seated on my grandmother's front porch swing. A gentle breeze blew through my hair and gave me the chills. God put an arm around my shoulder and sighed. "Even if I sent you back, fully alive, to be with Max, I couldn't guarantee he would love you the way you love him."

"What do you mean, fully alive?"

"I mean you could go back to your life from the age of eighteen and live it all over again."

"Yes!" I said eagerly.

"Wait, Trace. If that were to happen, you would lose all knowledge that you've gained throughout your life. You'd have to go to college all over again, you'd have to work for everything that you had before you died."

I grimaced. I hadn't thought of all the consequences. "So, you couldn't even guarantee that I'd get into that really competitive internship during my senior year of college?"

He shook his head, and I gulped. "So my awesome, super high-paying job I got right out of grad school?"

God shrugged. "You may still get it."

"What about my dad? Did I save his life?" He didn't answer right away, so I begged, "Please! Tell me I saved him. If I go back, can I have more time with him?"

"It isn't clear yet."

"What kind of answer is that?" I hollered, jumping up off the bench. "You're God! Can't you just blink and make it happen?"

He raised his eyebrow. "First off, I am not a magician. Second, I can't force your father to keep the appointment with his doctor. However, if he does go, I have a feeling he'll live a long, healthy life."

Another thing worried me. "W-what about me? Will I die in that crash when I'm forty-six?"

I stared at him hopefully, but the sad look he gave me told me everything. "I will, won't I? So if Max and I have a relationship and if we got married or whatever, he'd lose me when we're only forty-six."

There was a long pause before he spoke. "The accident that claimed your life affected not only you, but the young man whose vehicle hit your motorcycle. I cannot allow your decisions now to alter his path. After the accident, that man began to go to church, and finally accepted Christ."

Anger spiked through me. "What? I have to die to get him to believe? That's not fair! I should be able to be with Max. He's good. He's not some irresponsible kid you—"

"Want to save?" He sat forward and continued, "I want to save all of my children, Trace. Every. Last. One. Unfortunately, there are those who will not see the light."

That reminded me of the carnifex I'd met in the alley, and who'd given me Lucifer. "Can I ask you something?" When he nodded, I cleared my throat. "It's about…Pentus. Why did you cast him down?"

He stared into the distance. "That is between Pentus and myself."

"And Philip," I mumbled. "Would you ever take Pentus back?"

"That is not done."

"Why? What if he begged you?"

"He did," he answered with a weary sigh. "But his sins against me were great, indeed. It would take a miracle to undo Pentus' wrongs."

"Isn't your son good at those?" I asked with a wry smile. "By the way, where is he?"

"Jesus keeps busy protecting the weak, ill, and all those unable to care for themselves. I don't forsake those who cannot comprehend the meaning of believing in me."

"So…like babies and crazy people?"

"Among others."

"So the whole Catholic thing about babies going to limbo if they're not baptized?"

It was his turn to laugh. "Absolute nonsense. Where some people get their ideas is beyond even me. But, I think it's time you were returning to Max."

"What? No! I'm still so confused. If I return now, when will you take me away again?"

"You need time to think, Trace. Look into your heart and make a decision. Remember, I cannot guarantee your path if you chose to return to earth as a mortal. Seek Michael and Philip for guidance."

"But I can't decide. It's too hard." I fell to my knees and wept.


"Trace?" Max's voice barely registered, so he shook me gently. "Trace? What's wrong, man?"

"Nothing." I sat up quickly and scrubbed at my eyes.

"But your eyes…are you crying?"

I had to think fast. "No," I said with a laugh. "I just bit my cheek. A little freaked out of what your mother was going to do. I'm sorry if you got in trouble."

He seemed to buy the lie. "Nah. She was embarrassed to have barged in. I'm a big boy and she knows I'm gay. She just didn't know that I had a friend over. We probably should cool it, though, since they're...listening."

A deep red blush crept up his neck and I felt something catch fire deep inside me. I needed to be closer to him. The hair on the back of his neck looked soft and my fingers itched to touch it. I reached out slowly and rubbed my hand against the short, dark strands.

My fire was quickly doused when Max's mom called up to us. "Why is there a kitten sitting on Gio's head?"

To be continued...


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Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Wednesday Briefs - The Adored One 15

My apologies, but due to the weather and my internet acting crazy, I'm only able to post half of this chapter. The story will continue next week.
Thanks for your patience and happy reading!



A warm breeze blew the sweet smell of lilac across the meadow in front of me. A shallow brook to my right reflected the summer sun, and I looked up into a perfectly blue sky. Birds singing, crickets chirping, and the light sound of trickling over rocks bombarded my senses, and I instantly remembered where I was.

I spun around and staggered back. An old two-story farmhouse sat between two ancient maple trees. On the wrap around porch, seated on the weathered swing, was my grandmother. She had passed away when I was fourteen, and I'd missed her terribly.

Grammie's house was always my favorite place to visit when I was a kid. My cousins and I would all come for a week, like it was summer camp. We spent our days playing baseball and exploring the woods. At night, we stayed up late, talking around the big fire pit, while our parents played cribbage inside. It was magical, like heaven.

Was this my heaven? Had I finished my mission by saving Max?

"Yes and no."

"Whoa!" I yelped in surprise, as Philip appeared by my side.

He put a hand on my shoulder. "Easy there, big guy."

I was calmed by his touch. "Hey, Philip. What's going on? Is this heaven?"

He smiled. "It's part of your heaven, yes."


"God gives each of his children their own…version of heaven. Our happiest memories, deepest loves, they're all wrapped up into a dream world."

"A dream world where you never wake up. That's so incredibly cool. "I laughed, but Philip's expression sobered me. "What's wrong?"

"I'm here to take you to Him."

I swallowed hard. "Him, him?" When Philip nodded, I groaned. Panic pushed painfully against my chest. "Oh, man, I made him really mad, didn't I? What's he gonna do? Is he gonna send me down…there?"

The angel flinched at my words. "No, Trace. He's merely concerned. You forget—God forgives sins. He also doesn't mind if you question him. It's okay to want to know what's going on. He won't always tell you, but he doesn't mind you asking what his plans are."

I let out a breath. "Oh thank you, God. Uh…literally."

"You crack me up, Trace. Come on." Philip waved his hand and we were instantly in the biggest cathedral I'd ever seen. I'd toured many palace in Europe, and I'd never seen anything like this. Towering walls of sight limestone were punctuated with incredibly delicate stained glass. Slender columns supported a Gothic, vaulted ceiling, which was painting with scenes of cherubs dancing among the clouds.

"Beautiful," I whispered.

"It is lovely, isn't?"

The deep voice was so powerful I could feel it in my bones. Philip and I continued down the nave of the cathedral until we were standing in front of an elaborate, golden throne. The man seated there was massive, at least seven feet tall, with flowing, gray hair and white robes. He was exactly what I thought God would look like.

He smiled. "I don't always look like this. For now, I'm appearing to you as you imagine I'd be."

I nodded, but said, "What, wait?"

He put up a hand. "I'll explain all that in due time. Right now, I wish to talk to you."


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Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Wednesday Briefs - The Adored One 14


"Trace?" Max called. "You okay?"

Great. He'd heard me talking to myself. I wiped off the message with my towel, then dried off quickly. I wasn't sure what to wear. My boxers were DOA and I'd never gone commando. Then it occurred to me that the night wasn't over. More time to play. Let Max take care of me. I wrapped the towel around my waist, picked up my clothes, and opened the door.

Max's jaw dropped. His gaze slowly traveled down to feet and back up to my face. I smirked. "Is there any way to wash these?"

He stared a moment longer before seeming to come out of his trance. "What? Oh, yeah. Lemme just…" He stood quickly, tripping over the blanket. I reached out to steady him and kissed him chastely.

With a bright smile, he took my clothes to the laundry room. I heard the machine whir to life, and I quivered with anticipation. What would happen next? Would we have full-out, ball-slapping sex our first night together? Probably not. I really wanted to, but I knew it wasn't time yet. We weren't ready.

He returned and sat down on the bed. I put one leg up, bracing my foot on the bed. The towel gaped open, and my reawakening dick peeked through.

"Oh God," Max stammered. "Trace, you are…damn, you're gorgeous. He nervously put his hand on my thigh and slid it down toward my groin. I shut my eyes and leaned against the headboard, waiting for him to touch me, but he didn't.

I opened one eye and asked, "Are you okay?"

His eyes were still riveted to my cock. "Trace, are you a virgin?"

"No, you?"

Max nodded. "I've done it a couple times. I just didn't want you to freak out. If you want to ease into it, just think about fucking a girl and—"

I pushed him back on the bed and laid on him. "I don't want a girl, Max. I want you. I want to know what it feels like to be inside you. I guess I tried pretty hard not to be gay. Didn't work though. Thinking back, I was using those girls. Hope they aren't, like scarred by it."

"Can I ask who your first was?" Max asked, biting his lip.

I blew my bangs out of my eyes and looked at the ceiling. "Let's see, the first was Kaylee Kendall."

"How old were you?"

Embarrassment colored my cheeks. "Fourteen."

"You had sex when you were fourteen?"

"Yup. It was horrible though. Kaylee chewed gum the entire time, because she said kissing boys was gross. Then she got it caught in my hair and had to cut it out."

Max snorted, valiantly trying not to laugh. I continued, "I had to go home with a bald patch on my head and tried to tell mom that Danny Stone had done it, but a condom fell out of my pocket. Mom saw it and she hit the roof! She was so mad that I'd had sex so young that she grounded me and promised to send me to the monks if I had sex again before I was sixteen. Jesus, that was horrifying. My dad tried to calm her down by pointing out that I had used protection, but she was still pissed for a long time."

"Damn," Max laughed. "When Mom found out I'd had sex, she threw me a party. Talk about embarrassing! Even my grandparents were there, all congratulating me on having lost my virginity. There was a big sign that said, 'You're a man.' Honest to God, she is such a hippy it's frightening."

"Holy shit, that's funny. You had a cherry-poppin' party." I busted up, and Max playfully slapped my chest.

"Max?" a voice called from downstairs.

"Shit!" Max said, climbing off the bed. He tripped on my foot and fell on the floor.

The voice called again from the stairs, getting closer and closer to Max's bedroom door. "Max? Are you home, sweetie?"

The door began to open just as Max reached it. "Mom!" he said irritably. "Can you knock first?"

She peeked her head inside and her surprised gaze fell on me sitting on the bed, pulling the blankets up over my nearly naked body. Then she gasped and pulled the door shut. From the hall we heard, "I'm so…um…I'm so sorry guys. I didn't know anyone was here with…oh, Lord, I'm an idiot."

Max leaned against the door and rolled his eyes. He looked at me with an apologetic smile and said, "Don't go anywhere." He stepped into the hallway to speak to his mom. I heard snatches of the conversation. "Mom, we weren't…"

"Is that the boy you were talking about?"

I lay back on the bed and put my arms behind my head. Hearing that he'd been talking about me made me smile. I was making a difference for him. But…wait. What if all that had happened tonight was the catalyst to change the course of Max's life?

At any moment, Philip could show up and say, "Job well done, Trace. Max is happy now. Time to finish dying."

What would I do when my time was up? It wasn't fair. In the process of helping Max, I felt myself falling for him. How could I let him go just as we were beginning? Tears formed in my eyes, and I looked at the ceiling.

"Why?" I choked angrily. "If you adore me so much, why make me feel such pain? Some merciful God you are."

A sharp crack of thunder boomed outside, and a bolt of lightning split the sky. It was terrifying. I'd definitely got God's attention. The storm raged furiously and I hid my face under a pillow. But suddenly, the air went still. I opened my eyes and looked around in wonder.


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