It’s dangerous and fickle. It’s very private, but it’s everywhere. We’re surrounded by it while we’re desperately trying to conceal it. Because we still feel it’s somehow…dirty. Dirty Mind it’s not filled with sex, but it’s definitely about sex. My fluffy take on intimacy and pornography.

The book will be available both as a paperback and digital. Get your copy on Amazon or at Beaten Track Publishing. Excerpt here.

Coming September 1st, 2017.

Alexander Popescu is a university lecturer in a quiet German town. He’s a respectable man in his thirties who stays fit, has a decent career and travels alone—his only vice is an occasional greasy meal. And beer. And violent computer games. Nobody has to know about the other Alex—the acclaimed porn writer. His ingenious erotic fantasies earn him good money and keep his capricious mind harmlessly entertained.

When his young friend and protégé Christian transfers to Freiburg for medical school, Alex is overjoyed…and terrified that Christian will find out about Alex’s indecent alter ego. The time they spend together, as lovely as it is, could overturn Alex’s carefully balanced life. Suddenly, the writing is not good enough, his hair seems to be thinning, his careful hookups leave him unfulfilled, and his dreams are haunted by the innocent young man he’s vowed to protect.

However, Christian is not a boy anymore. He’s a grown man of twenty-one, clever and deadly attractive. And he’s hiding some secrets of his own.

Lighthearted contemporary romance novella.

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Prequel to The Layover

Jamie Reid shook his hands above the sink, and some droplets landed on the mirror. He decided it didn’t matter. It was the club’s fault there were no paper towels. The public spaces here in Switzerland were tidier than back home in Scotland, Jamie had noticed. The night life was just as unsanitary, though. He inspected his face in the stained mirror and couldn’t help but find the image unappealing—he looked pale and tired. It matched his mood.

The sounds of two bodies colliding, the rustling of clothes and heavy breath resonated from the stall directly behind him. Pictures of what might be happening in the stall invaded his mind. They made him wildly uncomfortable, and shamefully, inconveniently aroused.

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TRhe Layover novella

 

#1 It’s a love story, but…

… the facts matter. I won’t pretend that The Layover is anything more than a love story. Two people who like each other, fall in love and find happiness. But the happiness would be impossible without certain legal circumstances like the level of protection of LGBT+ folks in Great Britain, or free movement of persons within the Schengen area. If I’d moved the story ten years into the past, Jamie & Ondro would end up in tragedy. That’s why I wanted all the background information on LGBT+ rights in Slovakia to be correct. It’s grim. It matters. And it needs to change.

 

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Prequel to The Layover #4

The whole clubbing-in-Zürich-and-breaking-his-modus-operandi idea had been stupid from the very beginning. Jamie knew that now. Any experiment is doomed to fail when subject and researcher are the same person.

Jamie longed to be home again. There was a House of Cards season he hadn’t seen yet and two episodes of Sense8. Thursday meant music quiz in the MacCole’s pub. Friday night, he was babysitting Ginny’s kids. The comfort of the well-known is underappreciated.

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Prequel to The Layover #3

Jamie closed his mouth and opened it again staring at the man in front of him. No words came out. But then, there was no need to speak. No talk, the guy had said. Even if they could hear each other without puncturing their eardrums, they wouldn’t understand each other. Jamie’s knowledge of German was barely on a beginner’s level. And these people spoke Swiss German which was a nightmare. The man’s lips twitched at Jamie’s obvious discomfort, and he leaned in once more.

“I like you! Dance?” he shouted, and Jamie winced at the volume.

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Prequel to The Layover #2

Tipping his hat back, trying not to think about the way the purple monstrosity made him appear, Jamie leaned closer to the bar, squeezing between two groups of youngsters. They seemed barely legal, for fuck’s sake. One of the boys, a blond twink sporting a huge glittering earring and silver lip gloss, winked at him. Jamie looked away so quickly that his neck gave a painful twinge. The bartender was occupied two meters to the left, but in a moment, he caught Jamie’s gaze and nodded, subtly acknowledging his presence.

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Prequel to The Layover #1

Jamie Reid shook his hands above the sink, and some droplets landed on the mirror. He decided it didn’t matter. It was the club’s fault there were no paper towels. The public spaces here in Switzerland were tidier than back home in Scotland, Jamie had noticed. The night life was just as unsanitary, though. He inspected his face in the stained mirror and couldn’t help but find the image unappealing—he looked pale and tired. It matched his mood.

The sounds of two bodies colliding, the rustling of clothes and heavy breath resonated from the stall directly behind him. Pictures of what might be happening in the stall invaded his mind. They made him wildly uncomfortable, and shamefully, inconveniently aroused.

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The Layover available for preorder

I got my first ever review this morning, and it was lovely. Sigh.

Anyway, The Layover is now available for pre-order at Dreamspinner Press. I’m still waiting for Amazon & Kobo.

You can find Ondro on GoodReads for the time being. I even managed to set up an author profile there, and I’ve become a member of these wonderful organizations: Queeromanceink.com & Paranormal Romance Guild. So much to do! No time to do it!

 

FLASH FICTION: SILVER DUST.
THIS SHORT STORY WAS FIRST PUBLISHED ON HTTP://LEXCHASE.COM.
THE ORIGINAL PROMPT BY LEX CHASE.

Jens slapped at the shower handle to stop the water. He strained to listen. Tap. Tap. Tap. Only water dripping down. Silence. And then a dull thud. From inside of the apartment. A squeak of a chair on linoleum. Jens popped the shower door open quietly, sticking his head out. He’d left the door to the bathroom ajar. The bedroom window was open, too. It had been another hot August day, and the apartment was stuffy.

Reaching for the towel, he clutched it to his chest and stilled. Another quiet squeak. His heart beating wildly, Jens scrubbed the towel down his torso perfunctorily and wrapped it around his waist. In his mind, he searched for a weapon. His gaze swept his surroundings. A hamper, four shampoo and shower gel bottles, a tube of hair product. Henry’s shaving kit. The rail holding the towels was screwed tightly to the wall. The electric toothbrush had a sharp steel shaft sticking up, maybe one inch long? He grimaced at that thought. A toilet brush? God, he was hopeless.

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