Here’s another Info Dump from an MLR Author - have fun finding out about us on a weekly or more basis.  Any questions anyone would like to ADD to the meme? You’ll have to take our word we’ll tell you the truth!

01. What are your nicknames?
Oh God. They call me Clarabelle at work (note my gritted teeth). Then at school I was Clarence, after the cross-eyed lion in Daktari (which dates me hideously) because my eyesight was so bad before I got glasses.

02. How does your hair look currently?
Shoulder length, dark red, curly, fringe. Yes of course it’s entirely natural *cough*.

03. What’s new in your life right now?
My new book Freeman, here at MLR Press. Great response from readers, even though it’s not my typical m/m get together romance. A book I am immensely proud and fond of.
My podcast interview at Jordan Castillo Price’s site http://packingheat.net/. I sound…well, let’s move on.
My new bridge (teeth) where I used to have a gap and was too self-conscious to grin.

04. How many colours are you wearing now?
About 20! Jeans and jacket and striped shoes, then a t-shirt that I had printed myself with some art work I was gifted with in my fanfiction days.

05. Are you an introvert or extrovert?
Well, I’d say introverted because my husband has to drag me out to events, but most other people just laugh at that. And I did do the podcast LOL. So probably a mix of both. (continue reading…)

Freeman’s return to the city is quiet, without fuss — the way he likes things. But, he’s missed by more people than he thought: his ex-wife, his ex-lover, and his ex-business partner. One wants friendship, another one intimacy. The third just wants him the hell gone again.

Freeman — private, controlled — hasn’t time or appetite for trouble. But, when he strikes up an unusual, ill-advised friendship with young, lively, amoral Kit, it seems trouble’s come looking for both men, ready to expose secrets that can destroy the fragile trust they’ve built. Freeman’s more ready for the challenge than anyone realizes when the choice comes down to peace or Kit’s life.

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I don’t know how the hell he ended up sitting next to me.

I sat in my usual place, out of the way. Clubs weren’t really my thing, but after the pubs closed they were the only places I could get some company with my drinking. Not that I wanted something one-on-one, not even conversation. Just company in the background: noise, babble, bodies. I don’t know what people would call me. Observer, not participant. Antisocial, maybe. (continue reading…)