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Out now! The box set of all nine of the Wes/Finn seasonal stories, following our history professor and his adorable actor-boyfriend through the holidays and seasons, navigating their careers, and living together, and injuries (it’s me; gotta have some hurt/comfort, right?) and Finn’s terrible bad-pun sense of humor and a love of candles and holiday decorations…and maybe a proposal, in autumn…

Amazon link here!
JMS Books link here!

I keep forgetting that I’ve got a story coming out in two days – the 24th, appropriately! “December Beginnings” is a short spin-off story for Matthew, Finn’s stunt double from the Finn & Wes holiday stories. Matthew, as Wes noticed back in the August story, has been silently in love with Finn for a while now – knowing, of course, that Finn and Wes are together and brilliantly happy, so he’s never said anything, of course not…

…but maybe, in the glow of holiday lights, it’s about time Matthew noticed someone else. Someone who also works on their superhero show. Someone who just might be quietly pining for him…

Pre-order at JMS Books here, or at Amazon here!

For a bit of Christmas-y promo, here’re some songs from my playlist for this one—I’ve been very into KingQueen lately, and of course, for a December story about new discoveries and a sort of identity crisis and a “what’s this?” question, I couldn’t resist a certain choice…

KingQueen, “Running in Water”

James, “I Know What I’m Here For”

Yeah Yeah Yeahs, “Countdown”

Counting Crows, “A Long December”

Fall Out Boy, “What’s This?” (from The Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack)

Slade, “Know Who You Are”

The Go-Go’s, “This Old Feeling”

James, “Nothing But Love”

So I forgot to share this one on release day - but today’s a good day for it!

“An October Question,” the Finn & Wes proposal story, is out now from JMS Books! Happy endings, pumpkins, candles, and terrible puns...

Wes very much wants to propose to his boyfriend. The problem is, Finn’s being impressively good at avoiding any proposal-related discussions…

…but, of course, that might just be because Finn already has plans to ask the question, on a candlelit October night.

(And if you pay attention you might catch a Character Bleed series reference or two…)

(Also, the next – probably last? – story in this sequence is, of course, Finn’s stunt double Matthew getting his own happy ending!)

Buy at Amazon here!

Or at JMS Books (on sale!) here!

The weekends have been hectic lately, and I haven’t been able to get round to these! But here’s something…this one’s from Under an August Moon, the next Wes & Finn installment (contemporary m/m, an actor and a medieval history professor), coming from JMS Books August 13!

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Wes watched Finn being brilliant, well into the night. Emotional conversations. Anger. Acceptance. The solitary scene that’d be the moment of Adrian choosing to suit up again—not the old prismatic light-refracting white armor, but a black formfitting choice. The super-suits weren’t present in this moment—that’d be a different day, different set-up—but the cameras watched Finn’s face, as he stood alone by the window. After he’d let the League leave, to go off on their world-saving mission.

He’d given them assistance: money, equipment, his own knowledge of past battles and encounters. He sipped whiskey—colored water, in reality—and let his fingers tighten around the glass.

Filming ended there, around midnight, on the chilly studio lot. The moon was out, low and bright and clear; Finn came over to kiss Wes, said, “I’ll just be a few minutes, let me get changed,” and went off to do that. The presence of the cane was more pronounced, maybe still in character, maybe not.

Wes touched his lips, involuntarily, watching the flutter of blond hair under moonlight. Watching the back of Finn’s neck, his shoulders, the shape of him in expensively tailored shirt and slacks. Yes, he thought. Oh, yes. This.

Finn was decently hungry but also currently on a diet; back at their hotel, he inhaled grilled chicken, zucchini, a single tiny square of dark chocolate. He eyed Wes’s chicken sandwich and fries with the expression of a martyr being tempted. Wes, who was trying to get used to eating late and sleeping late—at least for the next few days—gave him four fries, and would’ve shared more, but Finn said not to. Wes said, “Will anyone care if you have French fries?”

“My super-suit will.”

“It can’t make that much of a difference.”

“If I say that once I’ll say it every night.” Finn did, guiltily, take a fifth fry and toss it into his mouth. He’d changed into the more usual jeans, flip-flops, zip-up hoodie, shirt with the logo of a Malibu surf shop he knew and Wes didn’t. He looked, briefly, like the teenager he’d once been; he didn’t, though, when he smiled at Wes across the remains of room service. He’d put back on his ring, the one Wes’d had made for him: not quite an engagement ring—not then—but a promise. “Sorry about the terrible hours. It’ll get better.”

“I don’t mind,” Wes said, heart doing an absurd flip. “Like grad school.”

Finn laughed. “I’m imagining you in grad school. Books, papers, notes…completely organized, of course…working on your first field-defining publications…”

Wes had had four published articles, several book reviews, one edited volume of essays, and a certain amount of silver flecks in his hair by the time he’d finished. Plus the dissertation, which had become his first book. He got up from the small table, came over to the man he loved. “Want a massage?” The back of Finn’s neck remained tempting, under rumpled hair; he skimmed a thumb across soft skin.

Finn looked up at him, leaning back in the chair. The hotel room had dark furniture, high ceilings, and scattered pops of emerald color, accents in the headboard and the lamps and the decorative curtains and throw pillows.

Finn’s eyes were very blue against the wood, the white sheets of the bed, the green highlights. He’d pushed up both sleeves, and he had a smudge of unremoved eyeliner under his left eye, and his smile was breathtaking.