Saturday, 13 February 2016


#MSS126 theme is My Sexy Valentine

Now it’s get into the pimping of this fine weekly blog hop

Friday, 12 February 2016

Blog Hop: LGBT Valentine's Day

Welcome to the LGBT Valentine's Day blog hop!
We're celebrating the messy, inspiring, frustrating, healing thing that is love with a great big giveaway.

Sadness Bringing Happiness

I have written a book, surprisingly enough, that is about misunderstandings in a way when being in love isn’t enough. The thing is many different people have different ways of showing love. We all know this. Wouldn’t it be boring if it was all the same.

The Way Life Turns the book that is up for a prize alone with coming out next Friday. Starts with sadness, in the event of on MC cheating. And I know, it’s already made a lot of you turn away, I get it, sometimes these things are a little too close.

I want to state that this cheating event happen after the first couple of weeks and was created because they didn’t communicate with each other. Technically, they weren’t an item even if the MC saw it that way. This book is how 2 different authors took that thought and created a conclusion.

My Story is about the deeper meaning of the cheating, why did it happen? The facts that he needed closure because no matter what he could get over and why he couldn’t, what happened, what was it all about that made this possible in the first place.

Either way I think the book fits this hop nicely as they have a messy somewhat frustrating story that heals the MC and makes him realise things need to actually be said even if you think you’ve communicated them well enough without words.

Onto The Giveaway

A BonyDee Challenge, part 4

We are a week out from release day and thought you needed a little teaser, along with the actually competition, as you know we created a prologue and from there each author came up with a story.

But first here’s the links


Jonah swayed as he walked up the steps. A drink in one hand and the other one, trying its hardest but never quite, touching the rail.
He was drunk, he knew it, and didn’t care.
His sister had recently announced her engagement to Vince, one of his best friends. They had spent the better half of the evening having an uncomfortable family dinner with his parents. His mother was in a particularly unforgiving mood, as she wasn’t good with surprises. Especially ones she hadn’t orchestrated. His sister being with Vince had only been a fling in her eyes while the rest of them had seen it for what it was.
Their engagement hadn’t shocked him one bit. 
Jonah decided after the disastrous dinner they needed a get together, a party, and he wasn’t minding it one bit.
Reaching the top of the stairs, Jonah drank the rest of his drink and looked around. Why was he up here again? Was he looking for someone? Just doing the rounds? It took him, longer than he cared to admit to remember, that he was in fact looking for someone and therefore able to proceed.
He was up here looking for Scott, because Scott was the bee’s knees and he wanted a bit of nooky.
 They’d been officially unofficial for the last two weeks and Jonah was head over heels. He was trying his hardest not to blurt that out.
He had always been quick to fall in love, which made dating difficult. Every man he had ever dated either ran off within the first few weeks, which was roughly about the time all the sex happened, or he had scared them away by telling them he loved them.
His partner before Scott had been the worst one, The Arse, as Jonah so artfully dubbed him, had used his words of love against him. He was finally free of the bastard and able to get with Scott one of his good friends and a guy he’d had a crush on back in high school. Scott knew him, which made dating a whole lot easier.
Jonah really liked the guy. Had he mentioned before?
He walked towards the end of the hallway, it hosted a few guests along its wall and in its big window seat. Nice and comfortable with the most beautiful view Jonah had ever seen.
This was the house Janey would end up calling her own. She already lived here with her boy—pardon fiancé—not that Jonah’s parents knew, not really, but more to do with not wanting to make it official than anything else.
“Hey guys, have you seen Scott?”
“Ah…” Paul made a noise from the corner seat, his arm coming up to point at a door a few back down the hallway. “I think I saw him duck in there.”
Jonah nearly tipped over as he looked in the direction before catching himself. Mumbling a “thanks” as he lumbered back down the hallway.
He opened two doors before he found one leading into a bedroom and heard sounds Jonah would probably have understood better had he been sober. In his sloshy state it didn’t register.
As his eyes made their way to the bed, his heart stilled, clearly its reflexes quicker than his brain. It took him a moment or two to realise the noise, the naked limbs, the smell.
Scott was cheating on him with Hank, a friend of Janey, and one Jonah had mistakenly thought was straight.
“How dare you!” Jonah shouted, he would have thrown the glass still in his hand if he’d realised he was holding it. Instead, he used it in lieu of a weapon, pointing it at the cheater on the bed.
“Jonah, babe, what’s wrong?” Scott didn’t look at all like he should have, which should have been extremely guilty.  Instead, he just seemed alarmed and maybe a touch panicked.
“What’s wrong? Really? You’re cheating on me!”
Scott moved off the Hank, his cock hung semi erect, the condom messed up the perfection. Jonah was too angry, too heartbroken to notice he was the only one dressed in the room.
“Cheating? How can we be cheating? We aren’t dating.”
“Aren’t? What the fuck have we been doing then?”
“Having fun. Seeing if we’d fit,” Scott spoke softly, as he stepped closer. Jonah moved back. “Honestly Jonah, I didn’t think you wanted more than that. You hadn’t exactly been the most vocal. I thought all I was to you was a fuckbuddy.”
Jonah’s mouth opened and closed.
“I… we were dating. That’s what we’ve been doing. You don’t fuck around on a person you’re getting to know. Not without opening your mouth and telling them what’s going on.” He took a breath as his voice cracked up, his vision blurred.
“I thought you were different. I thought you really liked me.”
“I do.” Emotions thickened up Scott’s tone as he watched Jonah fall apart. It seemed he finally realised he’d done something that could ruin them.
“I can’t believe this is happening again.” Jonah went on, clearly not listening to what Scott was saying. “Every time.”
“Not every time,” Scott spoke as he finally got closer,  his hands cupping Jonah’s arms. “I want that. I want everything with you. I promise, I didn’t think it’s what you wanted with me.”
“Please babe, can we start over—can we move on from this, just us. No one else. Together, dating. A complete relationship. It’s all I’ve ever wanted from you.”
“Can you think on it? Sleep, sober up and then we can talk. Really talk like we should have done after that first night. I want what you want. Promise. I want everything with you. Will you give me another chance?” His eyes glistened, the realisation that he was losing everything clear in his words, his actions.

Thursday, 11 February 2016

52 weeks of Acknowledging Me

Last weekend I was sick. A head cold, horrible thing that’s has lasted since the 20th of January. It’s one of those out of your hands things that make it doesn’t allow you to see the better side because you’re wallowing in your sickness.

Okay, so maybe while I was writing this I was still in the side effects of being sick.

It’s been weird actually, my sickness’ ever since I got out of the hospital with the side effects of Swine Flu I tend to have a week of being sleepy and then the weekend hits and I get the full on fever, aches, sickness. This last 3 days and then I’m better.

I find that its weird.

Guess I should talk about that, it’s a long drawn out explanation, I guess, though from the moment it started to when I got completely off the meds was only about 6 months.

The long story, below:

In 2009 (believe, July too) I got swine flu. It was nasty and ended up with me losing 10 kilos in a week, and looking like a druggo without the track marks. I was grey and smelt like sickness. I lost my kids once as I fell asleep or passed out and they ended up learning how to open the front door. That was a scary moment as I ran around the house call their name, only to collapse on the front lawn, nearly passing out.

Lucky for me and my children a lady down the road saw them and knew where they came from and brought them back as I’d have probably been hospitalised just from the panic (my son was 3.5 and my daughter not quite 2).

I ended up at the doctors when my parents came home (they’d been on holidays) and took one look at me and I ended up at the doctors who shipped me to the hospital who had me on fluid’s man I felt a hell of a lot better.

I got a specialist and my kidneys collapsed and was transferred to bigger hospital who treated me like I had fluid in my lungs, when in fact I didn’t. I guess I should say my at the first hospital they knew I had a lung full of fluid and a splash in the other.

However it wasn’t IN my lung but outside which took them nearly a week to learn which by that time the lung surgeon was on holiday so I was transferred to another hospital to get my lung cavity scrapped.  

That done and a few days later I was home with some nice tube hanging out my chest.

A week after that I was back at the doctors in agony and after he had a listen I was shipped back up to the first hospital who X-rayed my chest and started feeding me morphine.

I think I need to add that from the first time I went into hospital my heartbeat didn’t drop below 110 and every time it spiked to 120 I had an ECG, but everything was fine. I was also already on 2 of the biggest drugs they can give you without it being morphine plus normal painkillers. And I was take this lovely handful every 3 hours and still ended up in agony before the hour mark came.

The X-ray was put up to my left and it shows nearly 2 perfectly white lung shapes … so I had a lady sand at the end of my bed as I was shipped back down to the bigger hospital where I spend another week or so having my lungs drained again.

The first time I went to the pain clinic and they told me they wouldn’t even think about weeding me off the drugs I was on for 5 years. The time after (2 weeks later) I was in a bra again, and having my last visit. April the following year I had stopped taking the highest over the counter drug. I still get pain when I think about it, like now, and when it gets to cold, or the temp drops too suddenly, but just adding another layer helps.

And honestly it’s just adding to the pain I get from when I hurt myself at work (when I use to actually work). Which happens to be very common among teenage boys, and check out personnel, which is what I was. but the humour helped me when I was 18 and not able to lift my arm over my head, or to elbow height).

And that’s was a quick flash over the only time I was in a hospital other than to have my children.

Wednesday, 10 February 2016

IndiGo Cover Reveal: J Johanis’s Slash Op

Slash Op by J Johanis
(Toy Soldier #2)
Published 29th of February by Self
82 pages
Dark Erotic Science Fiction

The White House has ordered the execution of a highly sensitive covert operation in dragon-occupied territory. Though a Slash Op has a zero percent survival rate, the commanding general is forced to enlist his most prized officer for the task.

Major Gideon is embarking on his first mission in the dragon district. Yet Gideon has hardly recovered from all that Drago made him endure. For the past three months, Gideon has been plagued with dreams of Drago terrorizing him, but his dreams have gradually turned into sexual fantasies. Despite coming to terms with his longing to have Drago in bed, Gideon cannot suppress his desire to beat Drago’s face in. When Gideon is called for a mission in the most dangerous district on Earth, what freaks him out the most is the prospect of seeing Drago again.

Content Advisory: Graphic violence, dragon sex, & non-con.


Others in Series
Drago Star

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J. Johanis writes dark erotic m/m and enjoys creating worlds that are myth-based or historical.

Tuesday, 9 February 2016

Here Again

Like last time I’m working on my other persona. Which is again where the name has come in, please feel free to click over to A McGee Moment (look in the tabs) and see what’s happening over there if you want.

On another note I’ve, with the help of Tracy, have come up with another m-preg series. Well, sorta. Unlike the first one, this will be a series set around one couple and their children, this isn’t to say the books won’t have babies in it, but they’ll grow with while you read.

Also unlike Second Pack of Cameron this is going to be much more action and maybe some sinister plots and if I’m good enough a twist or two. Saying this it will probably be a second series, I write that’s very much a ‘read in order’ deal, though I will try to have it so you don’t really have to. Saying this, either way, you want to know about the couple you’ll have to read there book, even if they are in the next one.

Anyway, I’m not sure when I’ll get to writing one, I’m not really thinking about the MM side of things right now, not where a schedule is concerned. Either way it won’t be coming out until 2017 unless I decide to write the first one as a Christmas story… But then that means not Christmas story this year… anyway, it’s something I’ll work out once I finish this story I’m working on as that’s when I’ll have to write the 2 MM stories I want to come out this year. THEN I’ll be heading into 2017 writing.

So that’s it for me this week. What are you up to?