Stevie Woods:author of gay romantic fiction

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Re-release of TACTICS!

Stevie Woods — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 14:53:14 +0000

Torquere Press has re-released my popular Contemporary novelette, Tactics!

BLURB:

Colin and Michael are best buds. They always have been, but neither of them have ever been willing to admit there might be more to it. When Colin is suddenly injured in an accident, though, Michael starts to realize that he can’t hide his deeper feelings for his friend.

Should Michael act on his feelings, or will Colin turn him away? Using the careful strategy of a game of chess, Colin and Michael dance around the idea that they can deepen their relationship, but there’s a lot more at stake than just bragging rights. Can Michael and Colin win at love?

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Stevie

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New Release – Conversations!

Stevie Woods — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 16:35:19 +0000

Just released from Torquere Press, my new Contemporary short story, CONVERSATIONS!

BLURB: Craig has known John for a long time. They are friends, close friends, but then Craig poses the question that perhaps they are closer than either of them had realized. Deciding to test the theory they got out on a date. After dinner and a trip back to John’s place, one thing leads to another, and another. Soon they’re swapping fantasies. Which one will they try first?

Here’s a little taste:

The Question

“Hey, Craig,” John said as he pulled up a chair at his friend’s table. He always knew he could find Craig in Pop’s Coffee Shop around five-thirty most evenings, but certainly on a Friday.

Craig looked up from his book and smiled. “Hey, John.”

“What’re ya doin’?”

“Reading.”

“Yeah, but reading what?”

“The history of…” Craig paused, sighed and added, “John, do you really want to know or is this just your usual preamble?”

“Usual preamble?” John frowned. Did he have a usual preamble?

“You want us to spend the evening together and you track me down in here, make small talk before you ask me out for a meal. Then later we go back to your place and either watch a DVD or play a game of poker or whatever.”

“Ah.” John smiled. “So, Craig?”

“So… What?”

“Which will it be? Meal followed by DVD or a game of poker?”

Craig grinned and shook his head. “Okay, John, either or both.” Craig stuffed his book back into his bag and then downed the rest of his coffee. Still holding the cup, Craig raised his eyes, narrowing them as he asked, “John, are we… dating?”

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Stevie

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5th Anniversary for Phaze – Free reads!

Stevie Woods — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 15:57:42 +0000

Phaze Books is celebrating it’s 5th Anniversary and to celebrate they asked some of their authors to contribute to a series of Free Reads!

I wrote a contemporary story called Something Romantic which I think fits in nicely with the theme.

To read the story click on the link below:

To read the other stories just pop over to:

where the various contributions are on the Home page. Enjoy!

Stevie

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Past Shadows for sale at ARe Books!

Stevie Woods — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 16:41:24 +0000

Past Shadows

By: Stevie Woods | Other books by Stevie Woods
Charlie Cochrane | Other books by Charlie Cochrane
Jardonn Smith | Other books by Jardonn Smith
Published By: MLR Press, LLC
ISBN # 978-1-60820-104-4
Word Count: 65000
Heat Index

Available in: Adobe Acrobat, HTML, Mobipocket

About the book

Through the centuries, lives and loves have been lost to the shadows. Stevie Woods brings redemption and a new love in DEATH’S DESIRE; Jardonn Smith has a frisky ghost showing two men the pleasures of love in GREEN RIVER; and Charlie Cochrane’s tale of future love is predicted by a ghost in THE SHADE ON A FINE DAY. In these three stories spanning from 18th century England to the Post-Depression Ozarks, love shines through the shadows.

An excerpt from the book

Chapter One

1785

Hugh leaned out of the carriage window and looked up the drive to the large house on the rise. It was quite an eyeful, a big sprawling house that had obviously been added to over the generations. Surprisingly, the mismatch of styles created a whole that was warm and inviting.

It had been three years since he had last seen his Simmercy relatives, though that had been in London before his cousin-in-law, William had inherited the Hall. He had never been to their country estate before and, though he sometimes felt out of place with the rather stuffy William, his wife Alicia had always been most welcoming to Hugh and his mother. He did want to see their son, Charles again; if only to discover if his inappropriate reaction to his young cousin was still in evidence. He had convinced himself he was over it, but that was when he was nearly a hundred miles away, and there was no immediate possibility of seeing the man.

The driver pulled the carriage to a halt in front of the wide stone steps and Hugh opened the door before the footman could do so. As he stepped down from the carriage a happy sounding voice called his name.

“Hugh! It’s been too long,” Alicia said as she hurried down the steps.

Hugh smiled at his mother’s cousin, Alicia, but his eye was caught by Charles moving more slowly as he followed his mother. At twenty-one, Charles was three years younger than Hugh, yet somehow Hugh felt much older. Charles was still slim but Hugh could not fail to notice the wide shoulders and the strong thighs. He had filled out in all the right places.

“Cousin Alicia,” Hugh said, and Alicia gripped his shoulders, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before moving aside to allow Charles to approach. Hugh smiled as he stretched out to shake Charles’ hand. “It’s good to see you, Charles. You look…” He had been about to say wonderful, but quickly changed it to, “Well.”

“I am. It is good to see you again too.” Charles smiled.

“I’m so pleased that your mother finally persuaded you to come,” Alicia said. “I asked her to twist your arm if she had to.”

Hugh felt the heat suffuse his face. “I was not being difficult in not coming sooner, I just had’”

“No, no. No excuses, Hugh. You had your reasons, I may not understand what they were, but I’m just happy that this time you came. We have missed you. Haven’t we, Charles?”

“Yes,” Charles said, but Hugh could have wished for more enthusiasm.

“Come, we’ll have some tea while your luggage is taken to your room, and then Charles will show you around.”

* * * *

Hugh had been relieved to discover that William, Charles’ father, was not going to be in attendance after all. He had been called back to London on business the day before. William Simmercy had a supercilious air that had always intimidated Hugh, even though his mother had told him that Cousin William was not at all as snobbish as he appeared. Hugh could not deny that it was just as likely to be his own inferiority complex at work. His own father’s pedigree could not compare with the Simmercy’s.

Charles was following his mother’s instruction to show Hugh the house and as he moved along the narrow corridor with Charles, Hugh did his best to relax and enjoy being with the man, pleased that Charles now seemed more at ease in his company. It was the first time they had been alone since his arrival, and Hugh was trying to regain the camaraderie they had shared the last time they had been together.

Simmercy Hall was full of history, both the contents of the building and the lives of the generations who had lived within its walls. There was pride in Charles’ voice as he spoke of how the original building had been awarded to Philip d’Simmercy in 1486 by the then new King Henry VII, for his bravery in the Battle of Bosworth Field.

“Father is already talking about holding a party next year to celebrate the family’s three hundred years in the Hall.”

“It is quite an achievement,” Hugh agreed. “Your family has been lucky to have such a settled history.”

“Settled?” Charles laughed. “Oh, you have no idea of the number of scandals in my family. Adultery and murder are not even the most outrageous.”

“Pardon! Murder?”

Charles was clearly excited now and he tugged at Hugh’s sleeve. “Come, my friend, I’ll tell you the most salacious story, but do not let mother know I told you, she is scandalized that I even know all the details.”

Stevie

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The Wrong Path now for sale at ARe Books!

Stevie Woods — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 17:49:17 +0000

My historical fantasy short, The Wrong Path, is available now from All Romance eBooks – the sequel, Twists and Turns, is also available through All Romance eBooks.

The Wrong Path

By: Stevie Woods | Other books by Stevie Woods
Published By: Torquere Press
ISBN # 0820081000829
Word Count: 5200
Heat Index

Available in: Adobe Acrobat, HTML

About the book

Nobleman Zeke is on his way to meet with his betrothed partner when his carriage breaks down, leaving him stranded. Crispin is leaving his cheating lover when he comes across Zeke on the road. The chemistry is immediate, and Zeke has never been more grateful for a little magic, or for a little fate. Are he and Crispin meant to be?

An excerpt from the book

He lay as still as he could, afraid to disturb the carriage where it lay across him. Zeke knew he was extremely lucky to be alive; he was trapped under the remains of his conveyance, but miraculously he was virtually unhurt. He had been lying there for what seemed like hours, but, as he couldn’t move his right arm to check his chronometer, he didn’t know how long he had really been there in the middle of nowhere. He attempted again to move the weight from off his body, putting all his strength into the thought, but! he was too weak to move such a large item on his own.He tried to keep his spirits up, but it was growing colder and the light was fast dying. If help didn’t come soon it was possible that he could die out here during the night.

Ruefully, he thought perhaps he should have taken his father’s advice and traveled with at least a manservant (as he refused to arrive with a retinue), but he had always been stubborn. His father’s idea of their position in society galled him at the best of times and, for this occasion, he’d flatly refused to flaunt it. Instead he decided to take the light Cabriolet with only his luggage for company. Stubborn pride, his father had said and for once he couldn’t disagree; perhaps this time he would pay a high price for it.

As if in answer to his silent prayers, a wash of light spread over the area, then faded, only to appear again a few seconds later. Zeke tried to turn his head towards the road behind him, but he couldn’t see properly.

“Gods, please let them see the carriage, let them find me,” Zeke whispered.

Stevie

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Lost Dreams?

Stevie Woods — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 22:36:14 +0000

A short time ago I was invited to do a guest blog by author, Jeanne Barrack, topic of my choice. I admit I am not one of those writers who easily writes about themselves, writing about fictional characters is much easier for me, but I did manage to reveal a little of my thoughts for the readers. I thought it was time I posted it on my own blog:)

Lost Dreams?

I was recently involved in an on-line chat about dreams and while many other authors admitted that their dreams provided rich fodder for their writing, I had to admit that I’m one of those folk who don’t remember their dreams. I will wake up, usually when shocked awake by a most unwelcome alarm clock, knowing that I have dreamed but totally unable to remember the content of the dream, though sometimes I’m left with wisps that I desperately clutch at. But, they always remain stubbornly just out of reach, until even that feeling that it is something I ought to know fades and there is nothing. On those occasions I feel as I’ve lost something special. I can usually tell if it the dream was good, or perhaps just an indifferent one, or occasionally a nightmare, but that is about it.

As I compared my situation to those more fortunate writers, my first reaction, not surprisingly, was a mixture of frustration – and jealousy. I thoroughly enjoy the writing of some of those authors who mine their dreams for ideas!

However, the subject has hovered around my mind for a while now and I have come to wonder just how much those unremembered dreams of mine may affect my writing. After all, if I cannot remember my dreams how do I know that those ideas that pop into my head at (most inconvenient) times aren’t the content of my dreams? (I say most inconvenient because I tend to get some of my best ideas in the bathroom, the toilet to be precise, and to be even more precise about half the time in the loo at work! – but I digress)

So I think it fair to suggest that though my conscious mind allows these (hopefully) interesting dreams of mine to slip away, my subconscious mind is a little more careful.

Of course, that could be a load of hogwash and my dreams might be no more than jumbled images and the detritus of my day. But still, I like the thought that my dreams are not totally wasted after all.

However, having just seen a very nice review for one of my novels I should perhaps be grateful that whatever the truth I can write with or without those elusive dreams.

Stevie

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Re-release of my first ever publication!

Stevie Woods — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 18:36:13 +0000

Torquere Press have re-released the Regency gay romance, SMOKE SCREEN, my first ever publication originally released in June 2007, as a Single Shot Classic.

It is quite sobering to realize that I have been a published author now for over two years – and no less exciting that I still find the whole process thrilling!

Stevie

Received my print copy of PAST SHADOWS

Stevie Woods — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 15:37:05 +0000

I blogged only yesterday about the release of one of my novels in print and then in today’s post I received my print copy of another of my works.

The historical ghost anthology, PAST SHADOWS, was released last month by MLR Press. My story, DEATH’S DESIRE, is amongst it pages, along with excellent stories by Charlie Cochrane and Jardonn Smith. I knew, of course, that the book was on the way, but to actually handle it, and then put it on my shelf alongside my copy of BEYOND THE VEIL – well I can’t really explain what that felt like. I guess if you are an author you will know what it feels like, if you’re not perhaps you wouldn’t quite understand.

After all, it’s just words on paper, isn’t it? Well, no, not really. It’s hours, weeks, months of sweating out every word, making sure it said exactly what you wanted. Reading it, re-reading it and having the courage to send it off and let someone else (often more than one someone else) judge it and decide if your words are worthy of being put onto that piece of pristine white paper.

I think I should stop now before I embarrass myself Suffice to say, I’m excited!

Stevie

Conflict is now out in print!

Stevie Woods — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 21:56:52 +0000

Well, it is finally out! My Civil War historical novel, CONFLICT, has just been released in print by Phaze Books.

It has been on the cards for some time and it is really exciting to know it is now available in Print as well as eBook.

I think the only thing more exciting will be to actually hold the book in my hands

Stevie

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