Stevie Woods:author of gay romantic fiction

June 6, 2013

New excerpt from gay historical, STONE BY STONE

StoneByStone_medHere’s a new excerpt from my gay historical novel, Stone by Stone, which is set around the dissolution of the monasteries in Tudor times:

When 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?”


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.”

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February 28, 2013

Great review for Lust In Time Anthology!

Lust_in_Time_Cover200x300Yep, we got the first review today for the historical anthology, Lust in Time, in which I have a story called – and set in – 794 A.D.  Mrs Conduit & Friends has given the collection: 4 3/4 Sweet Peas!

“Lust In Time is an absolutely fascinating collection of stories by various talented authors that offer a look at life, lust, and passion through the ages.”

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February 26, 2013

LUST IN TIME – I’ve been tagged on Facebook!

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Lust_in_Time_Cover200x300I’ve been tagged by Cee C Williams, another author in the Lust in Time Anthology, in the 7/7/7 meme on Facebook (this is how you play: Go to page 7, 77 or 177 of your manuscript, count down 7 lines, then copy the next 7 to your status; after that, name 7 more authors to come out and play), I’m going to continue the opportunity to promote my story 794 A.D.:

And it was love they shared. Not mindless rutting.

And now Aland wanted to show Garrick how grateful he was that the man he loved was still safe, that they had a future to share. He closed the door on the voice telling they had no future together, not really. His mother had been pressing him to take a wife. Even before his father died his mother had been asking when he would choose a wife, and over the last few months she’d been asking more pointed questions. Garrick too needed a wife to help him run his farm. There’d already been comments in the community about Garrick’s single state 

LUST IN TIME is available in both eBook and Print from MLR Press

Note: haven’t tagged any other authors as this has been going around for some time and most have already been tagged!


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February 19, 2013

New excerpt from fantasy novel, More Than Chains to Bind!

Just thought it would be nice to post a new excerpt from my fantasy novel, More Than Chains to Bind:

The guards had stayed in the room as the women came to drop off our new clothing before they moved among us cutting our tunics from us. Then the women left, taking the scraps of our old clothes with them as the guards told us to remove everything else. Even though I’d been expecting this, it was no less unwelcome to hear the actual words. I felt as if even circumstance was thrusting me into Fortil’s path.

With a sigh, I began to pull off the pants, while waiting for Fortil’s first comment. It didn’t take long.

“My, my, it was worth waiting for. You sure have got a nice backside. I’d like nothing better than to shove this in deep,” he taunted. He hesitated, waiting, I suppose, for me to turn and look at his cock, but I did not intend to pander to him. “Come on…you have to want to know what’s waiting for you,” he insisted.

He didn’t like to be ignored and walked in front of me. “Not bad, not bad at all.” He looked at my cock, laying limply between my legs, before lifting his gaze to my face, saying with a smirk, “Mine, though, that’s something different.”

Damn the man, and damn my innate curiosity! My eyes flicked down to look at him and I had to admit to myself that his erection, standing out proudly from his body, was pretty impressive. I lifted my eyes to his face again and let my disdain show, grateful my own cock didn’t react at all.

“If you like that kind of thing,” I said, wishing I had Hollis’ gift for instantaneous sarcastic response because I couldn’t think of anything better to say. “And remember what I said about what I’d do to your fingers? It goes double for cocks.” I smiled at him and not in a good way. “You’d be surprised what I know.”

Fortil frowned, puzzled where I was going with this, I suppose, but he didn’t say anything, which was a good thing as I wasn’t quite sure where I was headed myself. A little exaggeration wouldn’t go amiss right now, I thought. “I’ve spent my whole life studying and, though I say so myself, the depth of my knowledge is extraordinary. You know, it’s quite remarkable what secrets one can discover in ancient texts. There was a society once whose citizens prided themselves on their stoicism, on their ability to withstand anything, any form of torture, physical or mental. To them, the ultimate torture success was what they could stand being done to their private parts. Lords, some of the stories I could tell you…”

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February 18, 2013

New NC17 excerpt from SF/Fantasy novella, HEALING!

Thought perhaps my readers might enjoy a slightly more erotic dip into my story Healing:

Healing_medAudin felt Tener’s hot come erupt onto his stomach and chest. It tipped him over the edge and he came with a cry as his orgasm roared through him. When he was aware again, it was to find he was wrapped up in Tener’s arms.“I never thought my fantasy would become real,” Tener said, his hot breath washing over Audin’s ear.

Audin pulled back to look into Tener’s face and found himself taken aback by the tenderness he saw. He brushed back the lock of hair falling over Tener’s brow. “I know just what you mean,” he said softly. “You want to shower?”

“In a minute. I don’t want to move just yet.” Tener grinned. “I want to bask.”

Audin laughed. “Fine. We’ll bask, then we’ll shower.” A few minutes later, glancing at Tener, Audin added, “You up for round two?”

“Not yet, I admit, but soon.” Tener snuggled in closer.

“Did you mean what you said?” Audin asked softly.

“What I said?”

“All in…good time?”

Tener drew back, looking puzzled, and then suddenly his brow cleared and he smiled. “God, yes, if you’ll let me.”

“Let you? It’s been top of my fantasy list for years!”

“Do you really need to shower?” Tener asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Audin laughed. “You raring to go again already?”

“I might not be as young as I used to be, but with an invitation like that? Hell, yeah!”

“It’d be a waste showering now and then having to shower again later,” Audin said with a smile as he leaned over to open the drawer beside his bed. He pulled out a small bottle and dropped it on the bed.

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September 23, 2012

25% excerpt – m/m historical novel, Beyond The Veil!

Here’s an excerpt from the quarter way point in my popular Barbary pirate historical novel, BEYOND THE VEIL!

“Attractive?” Tom interrupted, shocked. “We? How can you talk about him and you in the same breath like…like you are a…a couple? He is a murderer and a slaver. You saw what he did to David and then he had him taken ashore, to sell our friend into slavery. Heaven knows what sort of hell he is facing. God, the monster killed everyone he did not take into slavery! Do you suppose I, or you, are any less slaves?”

“No, I am not a slave!” Suzanna snapped. “As for you, if you use your brains you need not be either. Do you think I do not know the danger we are in? Yes, poor David and every other soul from our ship is in chains, facing God knows what fate. Do you suppose if I had not given myself to the captain, he would not have just had his way with me anyway and then sent us off in chains too? At least here I made a choice. It just so happens I do like him, I do find him attractive and for that I am grateful. You might hate me for it, but you should also be grateful. Do you not see you could have faced the same terrible fate awaiting David?”

“So now I am supposed to be grateful, am I?” Tom retorted, too angry to consider his sister’s question. “It never occurred to you that I might not want my sister’s honour on my conscience? But I suppose I should thank you for the thought. However, I begin to wonder just how well I really know you. You said you were not the perfect sister and I suppose being almost ten years older and strong-willed to boot, I have idolised you, but I cannot understand how you can like that…that brute.”

“I suppose because he treats me as a person first and a woman second. That probably does not mean much to you; I have always just been Suzanna to you. To others, I am a daughter, or a niece, or ‘that young woman’, I am marriage material, a mother in the making. No one ever just saw me.”

“David did,” Tom replied quietly.

She drew in a sharp breath. “Yes, I think perhaps he did,” she agreed sadly.

“What happens now?” Tom asked wearily.

“I do not know. Yet,” she replied thoughtfully.

The door burst open and the captain of the Pearl entered the cabin. Tom saw his face for the first time and was honest enough to admit he could understand why Suzanna might find the man attractive. He was not exactly the kind of Turk that Tom had expected; his features were almost European, with perhaps just a shade darker complexion. Tom wondered what his background really was.

The captain swaggered forward and casually put his arm around Suzanna’s waist, dropping a quick kiss on her willing lips as she leaned responsively into his embrace. Tom was pretty sure that it was for his benefit.

“Well,” he said, glancing at Tom, “and what are we going to do with you?” he asked quizzically.

Tom stood still and quiet, determined not to say anything. He was positive now the man’s overt caressing of his sister’s waist and hip was meant to unnerve him. It was working.

“You will look after him, will you not, Malik?” Suzanna asked softly, looking up at her new lover.

“He’ll have to make himself useful, work his passage. We have no passengers on this ship.”

“Is that what my sister is doing? Working her passage?” snapped Tom, who was immediately annoyed at his lack of self-control; that was a damned stupid thing to say.

Suzanna looked at her young brother, eyes wide with hurt and anger; however, it was the captain who answered.

“Let me tell you something, boy,” Malik said, grabbing hold of Tom’s upper arm and pulling him closer, “and I’m doing you a favour by telling you this. It took me many beatings to learn this lesson. I learned to obey, to do what was required to the best of my ability, I learned to ingratiate myself with those who held my life in their hands and I made sure I was indispensable.

“I started out as you are now, taken as a slave not much older than you. I was slave to a captain who kept me on board because…” He stopped for a moment, gathering himself, until with a deep breath, he began again. “I learned to become a sailor and eventually, after much hardship, I earned my freedom and I learned that even for a slave, freedom has a price. The life I once knew could no longer be mine. I’d seen and done too much.” He was perhaps talking more to himself now than young Tom. “So I had no choice but to embrace my new life. Now I’m the one with the power, I’m the one who controls the lives of others. Never again will I allow myself to be at the mercy of others.”

“So now, you are the master you hated when he enslaved and mistreated you?” Tom interposed quickly.

Malik’s face hardened. “Obey me, work hard, and you may survive. You will be my cabin boy. Learn to satisfy me and all will be well. For both of you,” he added almost as an afterthought.

Suzanna gasped. “Is that all I am to you, a slave with whom you take pleasure? I thought last evening, we…we found something.”

The captain cocked his head on one side, considering her. “Maybe. We shall see.”

* * *

Malik gave Tom detailed instructions on his new duties, which also included basic seamanship under the tender care of his first mate, Achmed. It did not take long for him a earn a few bruises because he was not fast enough for Achmed’s liking and, as much as he might dislike the captain, at least Tom’s duties below deck were less arduous.

Evening found him serving dinner in the captain’s day cabin to Malik and Achmed as they were discussing plans for the next raid. Suzanna had been instructed to stay in the cabin she shared with Tom. Malik would send for her when he was ready.

Suzanna had been irritable and upset all day following the unpleasantness early in the morning, and during breakfast she seemed to be of the opinion that it was all Tom’s fault. By the time he was finally instructed to go up on deck and begin his duties he was relieved to be out of her company. He had been allowed to eat his midday meal with her and she had calmed down a little by then, admitting she was mostly angry with herself. However, at the end of the meal Malik entered and told Tom to return to his work, inviting Suzanna to join him in his day cabin.

When next Tom saw her she was much more relaxed, though she would have preferred to eat her evening meal with Malik.

Tom had been intending to listen to what was being discussed at dinner, but his mind kept wandering to what would happen between Suzanna and the captain and whether he would still keep her, or both of them, on board the Ocean Pearl. He was, therefore, caught unawares when the captain snapped at him.

“Are you listening to me? Clear the table and then come back here,” Malik ordered.

“Yes, Captain.” Tom quickly gathered up the plates and cutlery and hurried off to the galley to deposit them, returning immediately. After the required obedience, one of the first things he learned was that Malik did not like to be kept waiting. He approached the table to tidy away the glasses and wide-bottomed decanter and put everything in their special places on the suspended shelf, sensing Achmed’s eyes on him at all times. The first mate was probably trying to find fault, something he could use against him.

“Leave that and come here,” Malik said harshly.

Tom quickly obeyed, nervous of the atmosphere in the cabin.

“You behaved very well today and Achmed tells me you are learning your lessons.”

“I had no desire to be beaten again; I learned that lesson very quickly.”

“Intelligent too,” Malik commented as he got to his feet.

“Too?” Tom had to ask.

“As well as pleasing to the eye,” said Malik, reaching over to touch Tom, who jerked away, shocked.

“What are…you…doing?” he stammered.

“I did say you’d need to satisfy me,” Malik replied with a brittle smile.

Tom flushed then and shuddered with revulsion. “No! What kind of man are you? You have already had my sister and now you want…God!”

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June 20, 2012

Re-released fantasy contemporary short, Tutelary!

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I’ve just released a re-edited version of my fantasy short story, Tutelary.


Daniel doesn’t really understand why his lover, Matthias, has to leave him. Matthias doesn’t know just how to explain that he has a job to go back to, and that he probably won’t be able to see Danny again, at least not in this lifetime. The two lovers take advantage of their last few moments together before Matthias has to go, but Danny isn’t sure he can make it through the days that follow. Can he find the faith to go on, and the strength to wait for Matthias’ love?

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And here’s a short EXCERPT:

Matthias sat on the side of the bed just watching Daniel sleep. The sheet had slid down as far as his stomach and it took all Matthias’ willpower not to reach out and caress the honey-colored skin. Daniel always was a rough sleeper, tossing and turning and occasionally kicking Matthias’ legs. Matthias didn’t care; just being able to sleep beside Daniel had been a blessing for him. Making love with him had been miraculous. Tears pricked at his eyes at the thought that perhaps never again…

“Matt?” Daniel said sleepily, rubbing at his eyes. He glanced at the window seeing it was hardly light yet. “Why are you sitting there?” He smiled, patting the mattress next to him. “It’s much nicer in here with me.”

“I…I need to talk with you and, if I was in there with you, we wouldn’t talk.”

Daniel laughed, “Heck no. Come on we can talk later, there’s a lot better things you can do with that lovely mouth of yours.”

“Danny, please.”

Daniel’s smile faded as he finally understood that Matt was serious about wanting to talk. “Sure, whatever.” He frowned, “Matt, why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like this?”

Matthias sighed and got to his feet. He walked toward the window, lifted a slat and looked outside. He was trying to delay the inevitable; he didn’t want to say what he had to, but he knew it was a futile exercise and the delay was only making Daniel more anxious, he could feel it.

Turning back, he said bluntly, “I have to leave, Daniel, and…”

“Leave? Why? How long for?” Daniel threw the covers back and swung his legs over the side of the bed so he was sitting facing Matt.

“I am so sorry, Danny,” Matthias said taking a step forward and forcing himself to stop. “I have to leave very soon, and I won’t be coming back.” As he watched the emotions flicker across Daniel’s expressive face, Matthias felt his stomach twist and the ache in his heart felt too great to bear.

June 18, 2012

More wonderful reviews for The Tomcat Line Series!

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I was delighted to learn of two more wonderful reviews from Two Lips Reviews for my Tomcat Line books, this time for books 4 and 5 of the series
The Kiva – 4 stars:
It’s a very personal and interesting twist to add to this series at this point. I usually like lighter hearted books but if you don’t mind a trip to the darker side of love, you will love this book. While it’s not my favorite, this book does show me how strong Ian’s characters is and how much he loves Mac.

Sacrifices – 4 stars:

It’s full of adventure, history and an amazing love story. Ian and Mac are still very much in love and find themselves involved in yet another adventure. They are the “Indiana Jones” of their time and they love it. They both thrive on the thrill and discoveries they are making. Of course the question is, have they gotten in over their heads this time?

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June 2, 2012

Wonderful reviews for The Tomcat Line series!

I received notification that Two Lips Reviews had reviewed the first three novellas of my series, The Tomcat Line, and I was delighted to discover how much the reviewer had enjoyed them:


The Hitch-hiker – 5 stars!

“I liked the mix of mystery, adventure, and romance this book had to offer. With Ian’s ability to find trouble, Mac is going to have his hands full with his new lover and the many adventures they will end up taking together.” –



The Lost Temple – 4 stars!

“Both of these men are so in love with each other, it’s a pleasure to catch up with them on their new adventure and see how they are currently doing.”



West of El Pilar – 4 stars!

“A great addition to The Tomcat Line series. If you like Indiana Jones you will love this series–it is Indie with a twist.”



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May 26, 2012

Wonderful Review for More Than Chains To Bind!

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 I was delighted to hear that You Gotta Read Reviews had given my fantasy novel, More Than Chains To Bind, a wonderful review:

The friendship that they have is the building block of their relationship. I enjoyed watching the bond that deepens between the two as their adventure progressed. The trust and faith that they have in each other was a beautiful thing to see. Making this a book that should be on many to be read lists.”

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