Stevie Woods:author of gay romantic fiction

June 17, 2015

50% off historical novel: Stone by Stone!

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My publisher, Amber Quill Press, is having a 50% sale off all gay historical ebooks, which includes my Tudor set novel, Stone by Stone. The sale starts today and lasts until Friday, 19th June, and you can get my book for only $3.50 instead of the usual price of $7.00.

http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/1479-Stone-By-Stone.aspx

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October 11, 2014

AQP Special sales: $0.99 Books & Bundles!

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That’s right, Amber Quill Press has just introduced a new feature on their website! Each week AQP will be featuring a new set of ten titles, or sometimes book bundles, for only $0.99 each!

The sales will commence on a Friday and end the following Thursday! The intent is to start with books that have been with AQP since the publisher opened its doors way back in 2002!  An excellent opportunity to find some new authors, or perhaps read the older books of a favorite author.

Have a look at the first page: http://www.amberquill.com/store/c/413-Special-99-Books-Bundles.aspx

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April 2, 2014

Been updating my Website!

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quill2Just been updating all the pages on my website. One of my publishers, Amber Quill Press (Amber Allure), have produced a whole new website which meant all of their previous publisher links were now  incorrect. I know I’ve not added any new books for about a year but at least all my links are up to date:)  I also updated a few other pages while I was working on the site. I do hope to have something new later in the year.

February 15, 2014

New excerpt from gay historical novel, Stone by Stone!

I thought it was about time I posted another excerpt from my Tudor historical novel, STONE BY STONE – a story about a monk and the man sent by Henry VIII to close his monastery:

StoneByStone_medWhen they had left the refectory and were out of earshot of the other monks and the servants, Andrew asked, “Do you really want to show me the books?”

Mark looked over his shoulder, smiled and answered, “Among other things. There are some remarkable books in the abbey library, Master Cheyne.”

“Won’t you please call me Andrew?”

Mark inclined his head. “I would be honoured.”

“So I will see these remarkable books and some of your handiwork?”

“Yes.”

Andrew sighed. He ought to have known he was reading more into Brother Mark’s interest than was reasonable.

Andrew realized his sigh had been louder than he thought when Mark slowed and turned to him. “You do not wish to visit the library?”

“Yes, of course. I would very much like to see the books and I’m very interested in what you are working on.” Andrew smiled and was unaccountably relieved when Mark smiled back.

It was only a minute or so later when Mark halted at a pair of heavy wooden doors. Grasping the handles, he pushed them open. A dim flickering light, which Andrew realized came from a tall, lit candle in a wall sconce, greeted them. Mark picked it up, lit a branch of candles from it and then led the way inside. Andrew was aware the abbey library had some old rare books and they also had some very new ones. Tavistock Abbey was one of the very first places in England to have a printing press and some of the newly produced bibles in English were being created here.

Like most everyone else, Andrew was very impressed with the idea of books being printed. It was remarkable how swiftly a new book could be ready when compared to the old method whereby each book had needed to be laboriously copied out by hand. However, neither could he deny the beautiful work produced by generations of monks. Andrew had a love of such things—he was proud to have collected a small number of books himself—and it was very hard to think many of the books he admired for their aesthetic beauty would have to be destroyed because of their religious content. He knew he would have to steel himself to such things, however, because he did truly believe that the Catholic bible in Latin was anathema and the people would be better served with an honest, open bible in English.

Brother Mark led the way through the shadowy passageways towards the large windows in the opposite wall. They passed many shelves of books of all shapes and sizes, some so large it was difficult to believe a man could lift them, let alone be able to read them. The room was redolent with the smell of leather and parchment. As they moved deeper inside, Andrew saw different shaped shelves with narrower, deeper openings and he realized they were filled with scrolls, some of which were very ancient and obviously made of parchment, though there were also some examples on paper, which had been produced during the last couple of centuries.

Brother Mark had obviously followed his gaze. “They are remarkable, aren’t they? Our librarian is very proud of the collection.”

Andrew met his gaze. “They will have to be inspected. Sir Richard needs a complete record of everything here.”

Mark nodded. “I know, and I fear what may happen in the future,” he said sadly. “I try to cling to the belief God has purpose in everything he does, but this is difficult.”

For the first time, Andrew wished he didn’t have to be part of this. Part of destroying this man’s private little world—until his own thoughts registered and he acknowledged it was exactly this kind of existence that was at the heart of the problem. These men, and many hundreds like them, existed apart from the reality of life. Supported and served by those whose lives were much more difficult and all too real. Brother Mark may be an honest, sincere monk, but Andrew knew there were many others who lived a life of luxury with no regard for their fellow men. Where was their God in that?

“What did you want to show me, Mark?” Andrew asked, aware his tone of voice was much different from earlier, hard and cold.

Mark glanced at him, a slight frown marring his features. “Why are you angry with me, Andrew? Have I offended you? Please, I had no intent.”

Andrew sighed. “I’m not angry with you, Mark. I allowed myself to forget, for a short time, that we are on opposing sides. I should not have done so. It does neither of us any good.”

“Andrew,” Mark said, his tone soft, beguiling, “we have differing points of view on more than one subject, but surely it doesn’t have to make us enemies. I have already seen you have a taste for the aesthetic, as do I. I did not mistake your pleasure at the stonework or your interest in these books. That is at least two points of view we share. Can we not just share the similarities and try to forget our differences?” Mark stepped closer. “I felt an affinity with you when we met. This is rare for me, and I don’t wish to lose it if I can help it. Will you allow me to be your friend, Andrew?”

Andrew stared at this man, who he now acknowledged could so easily mean more to him than Mark could possibly know, or accept if he did know. Mark might be talking about friendship, but Andrew’s reaction was much more personal, as his stiffening cock could attest. But like Mark, it was rare for Andrew to feel such an acceptance of another being with such speed or ease. He knew he likely wanted more than was possible, but he was willing to take whatever he could have. He could take himself to task later.

“Yes, Mark,” Andrew said. “I would like that.”

end of excerpt

Available in Ebook and Print from Amber Quill Press:
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/StoneByStone.html

Also from Amazon and all good booksellers

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August 15, 2013

Another Secret – Another positive review!

AnotherSecret_medYep, I was pleased to receive notification of a very positive review from Rainbow Reviews for my werewolf novella, Another Secret.

“The story was well written and since the whole plot revolves around secrets, it was something easy to relate to. If you enjoy a little taste of the paranormal world, then this might be for you.”

To read the full review, go here

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July 22, 2013

Another Secret – another review!

AnotherSecret_medI was delighted to learn that Mrs Condit and Friend’s site had reviewed my dark fantasy / shifter novella, Another Secret.  In part she said:

“While approaching Drew’s house, he finds that Drew has got a secret of his own, and it’s a doozy. When they talk, they find out that secrets never go away, that they always find a way to come out in the end. And sometimes with disastrous results.”

To read the full review, go here

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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:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Another-Secret-ebook/dp/B00DSENBNI/

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-anothersecret-1228410-340.html

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July 2, 2013

First review for Another Secret!

AnotherSecret_medMMGoodbook Reviews gave a very positive review for my gay dark fantasy/werewolf novella, Another Secret:

“I recommend this if you want a basic shifter story, forgiveness, hidden love, hot sex, a touch of danger, vengeance sought and a happy ending when the secrets are revealed.”

To read the full review go here

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June 23, 2013

ANOTHER SECRET is released today!

AnotherSecret_medReleased today by Amber Allure, ANOTHER SECRET, a contemporary dark fantasy gay romance, and my first foray into writing a shifter story!

BLURB:

After yet another bad dream, Leland accepts he can no longer keep his secret; the time had come to confess all to his best friend, Drew. He sets out early in the morning, determined yet fearful of Drew’s reaction to what he must tell him. Leland has loved Drew ever since they were teenagers and together they experimented with their sexuality, but Drew has only ever been his best friend. He dreads maybe even losing that when Drew learns the truth.

Halfway through the forest to Drew’s home, however, Leland is forced to take cover when he sees a large grey wolf tailing another man. His concern turns to shock when the man abruptly shifts to become a wolf and attacks the grey wolf.

The fight is swift and bloody and ends when the man-wolf runs off. Leland gets his second shock of the morning when the grey wolf abruptly shifts to become human. To become Drew. Too surprised to do more than watch as his now naked best friend rushes off, Leland is in for yet another surprise when he finally gathers the courage and confronts Drew later that morning.

EXCERPT:

He was just about to step out into a small clearing when he saw it; a large grey wolf, so dark as to be almost black. It was a beautiful specimen. Leland kept very still not wanting to draw the animal’s attention. It looked as if the wolf was already trailing something by the way it was behaving. Even as he watched, the wolf sniffed the air and quickened its pace. Apparently it had found its prey. As Leland slipped back behind the tree shock slid through him as he spied the wolf’s target. It was a man.

Leland was in two minds what to do. His immediate reaction was to shout a warning but that could induce the wolf to attack sooner. Cursing himself for being a fool, Leland ran as quietly and swiftly as he could around the clearing toward the unsuspecting victim. Sliding to a halt behind a large tree, Leland saw the wolf lowering itself as if getting set to spring. Leland opened his mouth to yell a warning but the man was not as unaware as Leland assumed. The man spun to face the wolf, snarling and growling as he tore the clothes from his body. Leland, his mouth still hanging open, watched in total shock.

Almost too quickly for Leland to follow, the man’s form shifted and changed. From two feet he dropped to all fours, fingers and toes becoming sharp claws. Pale skin sprouted dark brown fur as his face elongated and his teeth became sharp points frothed with saliva.

The two wolves leapt at each other, meeting mid-flight to clash and fall to the earth, landing on steady feet, teeth bared as they snarled at each other. They circled, gazes locked, until they charged again.

Leland gripped the tree so tightly the bark dug into his palms as he watched the two animals fight it out. He was battling the urge to run for safety, not sure if the wolves would break apart and come after him instead. His body was telling him to stay where he was, hopefully well and truly hidden, but his brain was debating how safe that would be when one of the animals won and sensed a new victim nearby. Even though he knew one of them was in fact a man who had changed – shifted? – into a wolf, Leland found it hard to think of it as anything but an animal. He certainly wasn’t behaving like a human as he bit and tore at the other wolf’s hide. Leland also wondered what sort of condition the man-wolf would be in assuming he survived the fight, his body was already streaked with blood from the attack.

It appeared the two wolves were well matched; neither seemed able to gain the upper hand in the battle. The dark grey wolf suddenly leapt and landed hard on the man-wolf’s back and he let out a howl which quickly turned into a snarl as he fought his way from beneath the dark grey animal. With a snap of his jaws and a growl the man-wolf turned and ran for the cover of the trees opposite to where Leland was hiding. The dark grey wolf tensed as if to follow, before it limped a few steps back, eyes constantly searching the surrounding trees to ensure the other wolf didn’t return. After a few minutes the wolf sat on its haunches and began to lick at its wounds.

Leland allowed himself to relax a little, deciding it was best he stay where he was. He was pretty sure the wolf would sneak off to its den as soon as the animal felt secure enough to move on. He kept a close eye on it, not allowing his caution to slide – though after a minute or so he did wonder if perhaps he was more shocked than he thought, or if maybe he was more tired than he’d realized and his vision was affected. He couldn’t be seeing what he thought, he couldn’t!

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ANOTHER SECRET is also part of the Amber Pax Collection, I Know What You Did. You can purchase the book individually, but if you choose to buy the Collection (5 novellas) it will be at a reduced price – check out the page for information.

 

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June 14, 2013

More Than Chains To Bind – new excerpt!

MoreThanChains200x300When a Prince and his Guardian are captured, they never expect to end up as slaves forced to fight each other for their survival.

EXCERPT:

Our host had at last decided to introduce himself, odd name though it was. Though at his next statement if I’d been allowed to say anything I’d have been speechless! Mr. tall-good-looking had stood there and calmly told us that we’d be sold only after we’d been trained. Trained, damn it!

“You will remain here in the training area,” Cor’lyn went on, “and you will be schooled to fight with a variety of weapons and in unarmed combat. When I consider you are ready you will be sent to the market where patrons will bid against each other to purchase the best combatants. I warn you to give of your best; it will gain you nothing but pain to disobey.”

What kind of society was this? People taken into slavery for little more than some kind of barbaric entertainment! No wonder they’d only wanted the young and strong and I thanked my lucky stars that for whatever reason the leader of this group had decided to bring me along too.

I wasn’t worried about the training we were supposed to undergo, there wasn’t a weapon made that I couldn’t use, but I was worried about Liander. While I had taught him enough that he could competently protect himself, he was no warrior. That was when it hit me that if we were training together Liander and I—

“You will be divided into groups for the training, and you will remain chained to each other as an added precaution against escape.”

Fuck! Was the man reading my mind?

“Hear me!” Cor’lyn said sharply. “There is no chance of escape from the arena.” His gaze slid over all of us and I could have sworn for a moment it settled on me. “Even if by some miracle you could accomplish the impossible and get beyond the guards and the high wall, there is nowhere for you to go. Outside the city, beyond the growing area there is only desert for hundreds of miles.”

I found it odd that he made no mention of the ocean. I guessed the harbor area was guarded and, then again, home was many days across the sea. It would be enough of a deterrent to most men for sure, but Liander and I were not most men. And we had to trust that the others would not let that piece of information out. So far, we were just two more members of the tribe of the seven villages and we needed to keep it that way.

The guards moved among us again then, removing the long chain linking us all together and removing the waist chains too, leaving only the manacles on our ankles linking us in pairs.

“Your training will begin in earnest tomorrow, you will be allowed to bathe, eat and rest tonight. You will split into two sections, one section will take the left hall while the others take the right.”

This was my chance, if only I could get in the same section as Liander. I began to drag Ledo towards the other end of the line when suddenly Cor’lyn blocked my path.

“Ah, the tall one. You intrigue me. I see a wolf among the sheep. You will bear watching. I also think I want to keep you from…” He smiled and glanced in Liander’s direction. I could see him attempting to hang back but he was being pushed towards the left hall by the guards. Turning back to me, Cor’lyn continued, “That one interests me too.” His eyes narrowed as he considered me and I felt a chill creep up my spine. For whatever reason, Cor’lyn knew there was something different about Liander and me, and that made him dangerous.

Cor’lyn raised his chin at one of guards and indicated with a nod of his head that Ledo and I should be taken to the right hall and, with a prod of the guard’s weapon, I turned away from Liander.

I glanced back over my shoulder and Liander was walking with his back turned to me, head dipped. Fortil turned, saw me watching, and he grinned and licked his lips.

If that bastard as much as laid one hand on Liander… But what the hell could I do locked behind another door across this huge compound?

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