Stevie Woods:author of gay romantic fiction

February 1, 2015

Short stories for only $0.99!

Just a reminder that I have a few short stories for sale through Amazon for only $0.99 which readers might like to check out:
Festivities – contemporary/Christmas/gay fiction

Home For Valentines – contemporary/gay fiction:

Treasured Possessions – contemporary/gay fiction:

Throw Me a Bone – contemporary/gay fiction

More Than Sex – contemporary/gay fiction

Conversations – contemporary/gay fiction

Roll of the Dice – contemporary/gay fiction

Tutelary – contemporary/fantasy/gay fiction

The Wrong Path – fantasy/gay fiction

First Christmas – contemporary/gay fiction

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January 31, 2015

Excerpt from gay historical novel, CONFLICT

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conflict200x300Here’s an excerpt from CONFLICT, the sequel to my gay historical novel, CANE, as the story continues into the Civil War:

Two men, one war. Can love survive when each takes a different side?

Leaving his lover behind to support the abolitionist cause, Piet Van Leyden finds himself leading one of the first all-black Union troops into the heart of battle. Reuniting with free slave and former love Joss brings some comfort, but will his presence tempt Piet into
forgetting the love waiting for him at home?

Sebastian Cane wonders how he’s able to go on without Piet by his side. When a series of unfortunate events lands him a prisoner of the Union, Seb knows he must rely on his wits and his love for Piet to survive…and get home to him.

Two men, one war. Can love survive when each takes a different side? While Pieter goes to fight for the abolitionist cause, a series of events lands

Sebastian a prisoner of the Union and Seb must rely on his wits and his love for Piet to survive…and return to him.

It was difficult for Pieter to concentrate on Grainger’s words. Of course he had thought on the possibility of running into Joss once it was permitted for blacks to join the army, but he had never really believed it would happen. There were literally thousands of men in the Union army, the numbers rising all the time and the odds must be enormous.

His thoughts faltered again as he heard the lieutenant state the private’s name. Peters? Joss had taken… Pieter didn’t know what he felt about it, that Joss had taken that as his name. Flattered? Appalled? Touched? Oh, Joss!

“Peters?” Pieter queried haltingly, his voice sounding odd even to his own ears.

“Yes, sir,” Joss replied, keeping his voice formal, staring over his commander’s shoulder. Then abruptly he shifted his eyes and looked directly at Pieter. “Named for the only man who ever showed me a kindness, sir.”

Pieter stared at his old friend and ex-lover, emotion running through him to find him looking so well. “I see,” he replied softly. “Thank you, private.”

“Sir!” Joss said smartly, stepping back into line.

Pieter knew he gave orders and passed out praise and criticism in equal measure, but when the day ended the only thing he could clearly remember was the look in Joss’ eyes as they had stared at each other. Pieter just had to talk with him but he couldn’t simply single him out to speak to privately without reason. A company commander would have no cause to communicate with a private soldier without going through junior officers, unless for censure or commendation.

He paced his tent for thirty minutes until he recognized there was a way. Grainger had inadvertently given it to him.

“Grainger!” he called, sticking his head out of his tent, looking round for the lieutenant.

“Here, sir,” a voice floated from nearby in the dark and then the pale face of the lieutenant came into view.

“That private, the one who you introduced?”

“Peters, sir?”

“Yes, that one. Send for him. I want to have a few words and he should be ideal for providing me with background.”

“Yes, sir, immediately.”

Pieter sat in the rickety chair behind the small folding table in his small tent. He was nervous at the prospect of seeing Joss again, and being able to talk to him. Pieter smiled at his own reaction, he knew it wasn’t at all logical.

Presently, the lieutenant brought Private Peters inside the tent and the black man saluted his officer smartly, eyes staring straight ahead, back ramrod straight as he stood to attention.

“At ease, Peters,” Pieter said, a surreptitiously shared look between them at Joss’ choice of surname, and then with a glance at Grainger he added, “Thank you, Lieutenant. I will take it from here.”

Grainger glanced from his captain to the private as if silently asking if he were sure, but he merely nodded, saluted and left.

Pieter just stared at Joss for a long moment and his old friend stared back and slowly smiled. He was suddenly assaulted with images of the two of them together, long years ago when all that mattered were those snatched moments together. Memories of his hands moving slowly as they skimmed over Joss’ ebony skin; Joss kissing him with abandon and each murmuring promises of forever. Those had been naïve times he realized now but they had been good times.

Things were very different now, the love he’d felt for Joss then had been real but he knew it paled into comparison with what he’d learned he was capable of, but he would never regret his feelings for Joss. Suddenly Pieter’s face was split by a grin and he rose and strode around the table, and the two men embraced. They didn’t hold the hug
for long, both being aware of the difficult situation.

“God, it’s good to see you looking so well,” Pieter commented as he retook his seat. “Grab a stool,” he said as an afterthought.

Joss did as he was asked and sat opposite his captain. “Oh yeah, I never expected to see you here.” He hesitated a moment, giving Pieter a long look.


“I didn’t know if you were still in Louisiana,” Joss explained, his voice low.

Pieter nodded, dropping his eyes as he said, “I didn’t want to leave Sebastian. I remained as long as I could, but I just wasn’t able to stay among those people down there. I was… I couldn’t keep bottling up my real feelings and it was starting to…to. I didn’t want to damage what we had by staying,” his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke.
He looked up at Joss then, attempting to smile at his friend, but it might just as well have been a grimace.

Joss recognized the sorrow in Pieter’s eyes that his friend was trying to hide, the ex-slave knew him too well.

After a moment, Pieter continued, “I tried to persuade Seb to come up north with me, not that I really expected he would. He has too much of a commitment in Louisiana.”

Reaching across the small table, Joss laid his hand over Pieter’s and gave it a small squeeze, attempting to comfort him. “I’m sorry, Piet, but I can’t say I’m surprised. His family have lived there for generations, don’t suppose he feels he can simply walk away from that.” He didn’t add that he also felt that if Cane had loved Pieter as much as he claimed he ought to have had different priorities. It would be no kindness to Pieter to voice that thought.

“I know and also in the few letters I did manage to receive from him before the mail stopped getting through, he admitted to feeling a greater responsibility to his slaves now and that…” Pieter stopped, as if remembering just who he was speaking to. He shrugged an apology.

Joss looked Pieter square in the eyes and commented, “Well, we know who to thank for that change in outlook, don’t we?”

“Enough about me,” Pieter said decidedly. “How about you?”

Joss gave Pieter a quick rundown of his life since they had parted in New Orleans, admitting that after a slow, difficult start the life he now had was good. He explained a little about Nathaniel and how the old Negro had helped shape his new outlook. Joss told him that Nathaniel had even taught him to read, and he reminded himself that he should show Pieter the letter he’d written when he got the opportunity.

He admitted he was glad to be able to accept responsibility for his own life, though it had been hard at first to get work and he had felt so lost and unsure most of the time until Nathaniel had taken him under his wing.

He gave a deprecating laugh. “Strange as it sounds,” Joss confessed, “I have felt happier since I joined up. Even after a year or so of freedom I was used to the,” he sought for the word he wanted and smiled wryly when he remembered it, “constraint of slavery and oddly I missed the…structure it gave my life.” He shook his head at his own confused thinking and Pieter smiled sadly at what had been done to people like Joss.

Joss regarded Pieter, giving his old friend a long assessing look. A little unnerved by the stare, Pieter asked, “What?”

“You’ve changed,” Joss said quietly and as Pieter frowned, he explained. “You’re more…comfortable, more sure of yourself.” Eyes lighting up as if Joss suddenly understood, he smiled broadly and added, “You know who you are.”

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January 30, 2015

Excerpt from historical novel, CANE

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CanePhaze(200x300)CANE, a novel set on a sugar plantation just before the beginning of the American Civil War:


Privileged young Pieter may have grown up on a sugar cane plantation, but that doesn’t mean he agrees with the way his father runs things. He falls in love with Joss, one of his father’s slaves, and their affair sets off a chain of events that is destined to tear them apart.

When Pieter’s father dies, he returns home hoping to find Joss. It’s too late for their love, but maybe it’s not too late for Pieter to find happiness. As he makes his way to America, Pieter realizes old conflicts still rage, and even as he finds a new love, danger stalks his every move. Can Pieter learn to overcome the hate and fear that threaten to tear his world apart?


“You can’t sell Tillie and Joss, you just can’t.  They’re like family to me,” Pieter stated fervently.

“They’re our slaves, Pieter, nothing more.  Your poor mother was unwell when you were a baby and Effie helped in your upbringing, but that shouldn’t make her anything more to you than what she is.  I admit I allowed you too much freedom growing up and you made attachments that no well brought up young man should have.  It is wrong and you know it!”

“Who says it is wrong?  They are people, just like you and me…”

“No, they are not!  They are slaves, born of slaves and that is all they will ever be.  They will never be your equals and you do the girl no service treating with her as you do.  I knew she was part of the problem with…”

“No, no, you don’t understand.  I had already thought better of my stubborn attitude about marriage.  I have already decided that you are right and that I should…”

“It makes no difference anyway.  I have to pay the debt.”

“Please, Father.  I’m asking you, if you must sell slaves then so be it, but not Tillie and Joss.  Please, I have agreed to what you want.”

Nicolaas looked at his son, saw the pleading in his eyes.  Pieter said he had already decided before he knew of the gambling debt and Nicolaas knew his son would not lie about this.  It would only be fair to relent a little.  “Very well, I will keep the girl; sell someone in her place but…”

“And Joss?”

“No, Joss is one of the best field hands.  A good strong lad, he’ll fetch a good price.”

“Please, not Joss.  One of the others.”

“Enough!  I have given you the girl, what more do you want!”

“Joss, I want Joss!” Pieter’s voice was shrill, his eyes wide and Nicolaas stared, unable to understand.

“Don’t be a fool!  I told you he must…”

“No, no!  God, don’t you understand?  It’s not Tillie I need, it’s Joss!”

His voice was no longer shrill.  Pieter spoke quietly but with such intensity that Nicolaas finally understood what he was trying to say.  His mouth dropped open with shock and Nicolaas stared at the son he thought he knew.  Now Nicolaas realized he didn’t know him at all.  His Pieter, his pride and joy, the boy whose intelligence had been a source of delight, he…?  He… instead of women?  Oh God!

“You…you have…relations with that slave? With that man?  How could you?” Suddenly overwhelmed with disgust, Van Leyden declared, “You…you’re depraved, you godless sodomite!”

Looking remarkably calm in the circumstances, Pieter said, “Yes, I have relations with Joss, because I love him.  And I don’t believe I am godless, after all, God gave me the heart to love a man.  I hardly think my being a…a,” Pieter stumbled over the word his father had called him, “a sodomite is any worse than you being a slaver.  At least I show him kindness not cruelty.”

Nicolaas couldn’t believe what his son, his son, was saying, and comparing him to such depravity.  Fury added bitterness to his tone.  “If it’s the last thing I do, I will ensure that both he and his sister are removed from this property immediately and sold as soon as I can arrange it.  If I can sell them off the island I will do so.  I will do everything possible to ensure you never see him again!  Now, get out of my sight!”

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July 8, 2013

Another Secret now for sale at Amazon and ARe!

AnotherSecret_medYep, my dark fantasy/werewolf novella, Another Secret, is now also available from both Amazon and All Romance Ebooks – so if you prefer to use either of these, here are the links:



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May 5, 2013

ZIMAYA HEIGHTS, gay romantic fantasy

ZimayaHeights200x300The jungle may be hot and dangerous, but it’s nothing compared to the scorching heat sparking between Will and Gant.



Gant pulled the towel from his hair as the washroom door was sharply closed. He frowned and looked at the door, wondering if he’d missed something. Shrugging, he dropped the towel and quickly pulled on pair of loose sleep pants. He usually didn’t bother with the top but he thought he’d better wear one tonight. Will seemed to be particularly nervous at sleeping by his side.

Sighing, Gant pulled on the top and flopped down on the bed, wishing it was already next morning. He firmly believed it was going to be a long night.

As if in confirmation, Will walked out of the washroom, clad only in a towel. “Doesn’t this place run to robes?” he asked.

“Apparently, just lots of towels.” Gant grinned, eyes tracking up and down Will’s body. He made himself glance away before Will realized what he was doing.

Will looked unsure for a moment before he grabbed his night attire and took it back into the washroom.

Gant was at once both relieved and frustrated. He would have loved to see Will in all his naked glory, but knew very well it would have been a mistake. He rolled off the bed and turning back the covers he slid underneath them, and lay back, waiting for Will to return, which he did almost immediately. Will glanced at Gant lying in the bed but didn’t say anything. He walked swiftly around to the other side and climbed into the bed.

Still not looking at him, Will flicked off the light bar over the bed, saying, “See you in the morning,” as he did so.

Gant felt the bed dip as Will settled. Gant allowed his eyes to become accustomed to the dim light before turning to look at Will. The man was lying on his back, his arms placed rigidly by his side on top of the covers. He looked more like a statue than a living man and seemed decidedly uncomfortable.

“Relax, Will, or neither of us is going to get any sleep,” Gant said gently. “You trust me, don’t you? And I trust you. Just relax.”

Softly, Will spoke, “Of course I trust you. I’ll try. I’m not even sure why I feel so tense.”

Gant didn’t say anything else; he just turned onto his side, his back to Will. He kept his breathing as even as he could, listening. After a few moments, the bed dipped again as Will also turned over, and eventually he heard Will’s breathing slow and even out. When he thought Will was finally asleep, Gant allowed himself to relax.

* * * *

Surely it can’t be morning already, Gant thought, feeling more tired that he expected. Then as he became more aware, he realized it wasn’t the approaching dawn that had woken him, it was the weight of the arm thrown across his hip. He was still lying on his side but now he was facing Will and sometime during the night, Will had draped his arm over Gant’s side, his fingers splayed on the small of Gant’s back.

The warmth and weight of Will’s arm and hand on his skin sent goose bumps skittering along his spine, and Gant had to stifle a gasp as his cock rose in response to the sensation. But though Gant would have liked nothing better than to indulge his senses with Will, he acknowledged that the feelings welling in him were not just those of sexual desire. He was filled with an emotional need to take care of Will, to protect him and ensure he received whatever it was he wanted from life. He wished that Will could reciprocate the feeling, that Will could feel that same need in respect of him, but he knew that was expecting too much.

Will’s face was only inches from Gant’s. He could feel the gentle breaths wafting towards him. Gant hadn’t even realized he had lifted his hand to caress the beloved face until he saw his own hand a mere inch from Will’s face. Reluctantly, Gant lowered his hand. At least he could look his fill while Will was asleep. It was just a shame that his eyes were closed, Gant felt he could happily fall into the depths of those deep blue eyes and never come out. Smiling at his own sentimentality, Gant knew he couldn’t indulge himself like this; it would only hurt him in the end, though that was most likely going to happen anyway. It was hard to avoid when your feelings were unrequited.

Very carefully, Gant slid out from under Will’s arm but before he was free, Will mumbled something under his breath, frowned and then rolled onto his back, his arm slipping from Gant’s body. Taking one last look at Will, Gant swung his legs over and sat on the edge of the bed. He glanced over at the window and saw that dawn was indeed rising. Knowing there was no way he could get back into bed with Will, Gant stood and moved quietly to the washroom.

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April 22, 2013

Twists and Turns is now for sale on Amazon!

TwistsAndTurns200x300Finally sorted out the delay with Amazon and ‘Twists and Turns’ is now for sale on Kindle!

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September 9, 2012

25% Excerpt from SMOKE SCREEN!

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Welcome to the first post in my new twice weekly series the 25% Excerpts. Below you’ll find an excerpt that commences at the 25% point in my m/m novella SMOKE SCREEN, which was the first story I ever had published. By chance the excerpt contains a scene that I’d normally consider NC17:).

Richard felt his heart turn over in his chest and his mouth went dry.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been attracted to another man; he’d known for some years that his tastes went either way, but he had never before had such feelings for anyone, not of either sex. He was completely bowled over by the depth of his emotion for Julian.

That was only the beginning. Richard couldn’t stop watching Julian. He watched the way Julian controlled his horse when they went riding, loved to see the easy strength of the man. He observed the way the younger man moved when they fenced, the coiled tension in his body. He liked nothing better than to watch Julian’s mouth as he spoke, as he ate, following the motion as he swallowed and Richard couldn’t help the reaction in his groin.

When they went to the Boxing Club, Richard found he couldn’t help but admire the delineation of Julian’s muscles and considered how they would feel beneath his fingers. Then he wondered how it would feel to have those same elegant fingers on his body…

Then the fantasies started.

It was dark in the box and Richard chose to sit at the back, even more in the shadows, and let his mind wander back to the very first fantasy he’d ever had; his first and his favourite.

He was in his study and Julian was in the window seat, just as it really happened when he’d had his epiphany, only this time when the younger man looked up and smiled Richard rose and walked over to him. Julian looked a little afraid and his mouth was slightly open as if he was going to ask a question but no words came. So slowly, Richard leaned down and covered that delicious mouth with his own. Julian gasped a little in shock but when Richard’s hands came to rest on his shoulders encouraging him to rise, the younger man got to his feet eagerly. They stared at each other for a moment then by mutual silent consent their lips met again, mouths opened and Richard sighed with utter contentment as he tasted Julian for the first time.

Slowly in Richard’s fantasy, the scene changed and they were lying naked in his bed. Richard was learning first hand what it felt like to touch and be touched by the man he had come to realise he loved so very much and in this little private world of his, Julian loved him back.

Julian was kissing his chest and brushing his fingers over Richard’s nipples as he moved his hands up and down Julian’s spine and over his buttocks. The men writhed against each other. Lips were kissing and nipping everywhere they could reach, creating heat that raced along nerves till each man was shivering with desire. Their cocks slid past each other with every move, creating more and more friction until Richard was panting with the need to come and with the need to see the look in Julian’s eyes as his own orgasm hit.

Reliving the fantasy sitting in the dark as the music reached its crescendo, all Richard felt was despair that he would never really see what Julian looked like in the throes of ecstasy.


Julian looked at his pocket-watch again and decided he was doing the right thing by making his way directly to the ball. The evening had been a disaster from the beginning and he had seriously thought about just going home when it was clear that his carriage was damaged beyond repair in the accident. It was only the thought of Richard wondering what had happened to him that made him determined to keep going. It had taken some time to sort out the mess with the other driver who at least had the decency to admit it had been entirely his fault. The man was in a hurry to meet his lady friend as he had been running late; hence he had taken the corner too fast and was unable to control his vehicle, colliding with Sir Julian.

Luckily, neither humans nor horses had been injured, though his carriage was damaged beyond using again that night.

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January 11, 2009

Beyond the Veil is No. 11 on Amazon UK

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beyondtheveilsm2It was with surprise – and delight – that I discovered that my novel, BEYOND THE VEIL, is at number 11 in the Gay Romance Bestseller list at Amazon UK.  I already knew it had been doing well on the Canadian Amazon having reached number 20 on their Gay Romance bestseller list but it hadn’t been showing at all on the UK list a couple of days ago.

This together with the nomination for Best Historical of 2008 has really got the New Year off to a flying start for me!lrcafe2008awardnominee


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January 6, 2009

Well that was interesting…

Filed under: Uncategorized — Stevie Woods @ 7:17 pm
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beyondtheveilsm2Intending to look at how my print book was doing on Amazon I mistakenly clicked on the wrong link and instead of getting Amazon dot com, I got Amazon Canada and not knowing even if they had my book for sale, I looked it up – and was delighted to discover it is at number 20 in the gay romance best seller listing!  Not doing anywhere that well in the US or even UK yet, so the Canadians must have good taste LOL!

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December 17, 2008

Print version of ‘Beyond the Veil’ up on Amazon!

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beyondtheveilsm2I was excited to discover that my first print release is up for sale on and

I’ve been waiting to receive my author copies from the publisher and now I’m really itching to get my hands on it 🙂


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