Stevie Woods:author of gay romantic fiction

September 28, 2016

HEALING out today! 45% off coupon!!!

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Torquere Press offer a 45% off coupon through 9/30/16! Use coupon code “FALL16” to redeem this coupon!!!

by Stevie Woods
72 pages / 18000 words 
ISBN: 978-1-946058-05-8

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After an injury Audin needs the help of a healer and is shocked to discover the one recommended to him is Tener, who he hasn’t seen since their split following an argument a dozen years earlier. Both men have experienced much during their years apart and life has tempered them.

On discovering that Audin’s life is at risk from an implant placed inside him by the authoritarian government department he works for, Tener confesses his involvement with an underground organization fighting to bring down the government. They work together hoping to solve Audin’s problem and in consequence that of others infected by this vicious piece of technology. Can Tener remove the device without killing Audin in the process?

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.

January 23, 2012

Print compilation now available at Amazon!

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I’ve discovered that my paperback collection, Other Worlds Vol II, is finally available from Amazon.


On Alkya, a planet a long way from Earth, the Division of Investigation—Other Worlds—has set up a base where hundreds of personnel live and work closely together. Small survey teams are sent out regularly to investigate the myriad new worlds discovered. The work the teams undertake on these alien planets puts them in constant danger, and sometimes friendships born of necessity become much deeper.

Previously available only in electronic format, these three stories of Futuristic Gay Erotic Romance have now been combined for a paperback edition! Included are the tales…

An Enigma

And This Man Is My Lover?

Cold Fear

re the tales…

January 22, 2012

Re-released contemporary short, Throw Me A Bone!

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I’ve just re-released my contemporary short story, Throw Me A Bone.

BLURB:  Malcolm is shocked and hurt when he realizes Guy is seeing another man. He believed they were happy and he was waiting, not always patiently, for the time they could move in together. Guy has no idea that Malcolm knows about the other man and Malcolm is trying to decide what he should do. He dreads giving up the man he loves, but doesn’t believe he can possibly share him with someone else.

Then Guy changes their plans at the last minute and invites Malcolm to his place for dinner, informing Malcolm he has something to tell him.

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Here’s a short EXCERPT:

Malcolm watched as Guy walked away, whistling cheerfully as he did so, hands casually in his pockets as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Perhaps as far as Guy was concerned he didn’t, but Malcolm wondered how that could be when Guy was keeping secrets from the man he claimed to love.

Only last night, Guy had held Malcolm in his arms and declared how very much he was loved, how Malcolm was Guy’s whole world. Malcolm had so wanted to believe Guy; he needed to believe the man that he loved with all his heart and soul. Much to his great sorrow and abiding despair, he couldn’t. So Malcolm pasted a smile on his lips and tasted ash as he told Guy that he loved Guy, too and that he always would. That he had never loved anyone as he loved Guy. True words; words that should be joyously spoken, not given in despair and thrown away on stony ground to lie untended and uncared for.

For once not reading Malcolm properly, not seeing his lover’s hidden pain, Guy had merely smiled his pleasure and kissed and caressed Malcolm. Malcolm allowed the intimacy with a passion borne of pain and not joy.

Guy had slept peacefully afterward, arms wrapped around Malcolm, his head resting on Malcolm’s chest. Malcolm, however, was unable to settle and lay awake watching Guy sleep, wondering how Guy could sleep the sleep of the innocent when Malcolm knew his lover was guilty of deception.

Malcolm couldn’t understand what had gone wrong, what had caused Guy to need the love of another. Guy had seemed so content, so happy in his relationship with Malcolm. Malcolm’s mind drifted back to the day when he thought all his dreams had come true…


January 5, 2012

Contemporary short, CONVERSATIONS, re-released!

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The rights to my short story, CONVERSATIONS, reverted to me a couple of months ago. CONVERSATIONS was something of an experiment for me and as I had been quite pleased with the result I wanted to ensure it was available again, so I published it myself and it is available from the following sources:


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?

EXCERPT:  “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’?”


“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?”


September 25, 2011

New release! An Enigma (Other Worlds #4)

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Today Amber Quill Press are publishing the fourth book in the Other Worlds Series, An Enig ma – The sequel to Amber Allure’s Best Seller Best Policy


On Alkya, a planet a long way from Earth, the Division of Investigation—Other Worlds—has set up a base where hundreds of personnel live and work. Among them are two men, Major Rafe Wheaton and Lieutenant Adam Deacon, a linguist, who are part of one of the survey teams.

On a mission with the rest of their team surveying a deserted city, Adam and Rafe, now a committed couple, investigate one of the many buildings, which, due to its contents, Rafe has dubbed the “library.” Adam unknowingly operates some kind of machinery, and in a flash of light, the floor opens beneath his feet. In a desperate attempt to save his lover, Rafe gets caught in the same trap.

While their team-mates search for them, Rafe and Adam find themselves trapped in adjoining cells, unable to touch or see each other properly, but grateful that at least they can communicate with each other. Though it doesn’t help them to understand what is happening as the walls change shape around them. Adam’s cell gets gradually smaller while Rafe is offered what seems to be a way of escape—but is that just one more trick of the strange trap in which they find themselves?

Will they be able to free themselves, or will they die together—but desperately alone?

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August 28, 2011

Out today! Historical novel Stone By Stone!

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My new historical novel, Stone By Stone, is released today from Amber Quill Press! This story was not easy to write and I am proud of the finished result – I just hope that readers agree!

Can two men build a relationship when one must tear down each stone that the other has worked so hard to build?

In the year 1535, after a misspent youth, Brother Mark is a hardworking Benedictine monk toiling as a stone mason at Tavistock Abbey. There, he finds himself irrevocably drawn to one of the men sent by King Henry to audit the monasteries prior to closure.

Andrew Cheyne is fascinated by the handsome young man and breaks down the monk’s boundaries with an ease that neither expected. When Andrew returns four years later to finally close the Abbey, each man must also come to terms with their past to attempt to plan a future they can share.

But fate plays a cruel trick on them. Or, as Mark wonders, is it God teaching him a lesson?

Attempting to forget Mark, Andrew commences a brand new life, but fate has more lessons in store for him yet…

Available now in eBook and to be published in Print in a few weeks:


July 8, 2011

MORE THAN CHAINS TO BIND now available at ARe Books!

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More Chains To Bind


More Chains To Bind

By: Stevie Woods | Other books by Stevie Woods
Published By: Amber Quill Press, LLC
ISBN # 9781611241341
Word Count: 57000
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Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc), Rocket, Epub

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When Prince Liander and his Guardian, Hollis, are captured during a raid while visiting the south coast of Tesla, they find themselves chained in pairs to other captive villagers. Once taken aboard ship, they realize they’re prisoners of their country’s ruthless enemy, and for his protection, it’s vital Liander’s identity is kept secret.

The new slaves are horrified to learn they’re to be trained in the use of swords, other weapons, and unarmed combat so they can fight in an arena for the entertainment of their captors. The situation is made worse because Fortil, to whom Liander is chained, has no respect for his prince and has only one goal, to force the young man to have sex with him. Yet there is only one man Liander is interested in, and it certainly isn’t Fortil.

Hollis worries about his charge, wishes to whisk Liander to safety, but there’s nothing he can do as they are kept separate in different training halls, chained to other slaves, and seeing each other only rarely. Escape seems impossible, and desperation grows when it becomes obvious they may be forced to one day battle each other for their very survival…

An excerpt from the book

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

Trained, damn it!

“You’ll remain here in the training area,” Cor’lyn went on, “and you’ll be schooled to fight with a variety of weapons and in unarmed combat. When I consider you are ready, you’ll 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 while being schooled; 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. 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 instruction we were supposed to undergo—there wasn’t a weapon made I couldn’t use—but I was worried about Liander. While I had taught him enough he could competently protect himself, he was no warrior. It hit me then 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’s no chance of escape from the arena.” His gaze slid over all of us, and I could have sworn it momentarily settled on me. “Even if by some miracle you could accomplish the impossible and get beyond the guards and the high wall, there’s nowhere for you to go. Outside the city, beyond the growing area, there’s naught but desert for hundreds of miles.”

I found it odd 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, but Liander and I were not most men. And we had to trust the others would not let out that vital piece of information. So far to our captors, 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 together and removing the waist chains, too, leaving only the manacles on our ankles joining us in pairs.

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

This was my chance, if only I could get in the same section as Liander. I’d begun to drag Ledo toward the other end of the line when all at once 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 the prince attempting to hang back, but he was being pushed toward 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. Only with a prod from the guard’s weapon, I pivoted away from Liander.

I glanced 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 lays one hand on Liander… But what the hell could I do locked behind another door across this huge compound?..


July 4, 2011

TEA AND CRUMPET Anthology is now available!

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The TEA AND CRUMPET Anthology is out now in both print and e-book from JMS books:
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Raise your rainbow umbrellas high and celebrate!

Enjoy this enchanting, entertaining and thought-provoking collection, a heartfelt expression of what it means to be queer in Britain, past and present. All these stories reflect the iconic sights and national character of the British Isles: a taste of our idiosyncrasies and eccentricities, but also an unashamed representation of the love, loyalty and laughter of our people.

Contributors include: Alex Beecroft, Jennie Caldwell, Stevie Carroll, Charlie Cochrane, Lucy Felthouse, Elin Gregory, Mara Ismine, Clare London, Anna Marie May, JL Merrow, Josephine Myles, Zahra Owens, Jay Rookwood, Chris Smith, Stevie Woods, Lisa Worrall, and Serena Yates.

Edited by: UK MAT (UK Meet Acquisitions Team).

My contribution, a historical story, is called FIGHTING COCKS:
BLURB : Following his father’s death, Peter is under pressure to shoulder his responsibilities as a local landowner, but all he can think about is being with his friend, Norman. Peter’s mother already considers Norman disreputable–what would she think if she really knew what he was teaching Peter in the hayloft?

“Hold there, Peter,” Norman had said.

“Master Peter!” he had stated, the demand being somewhat spoiled by his slurring the words. “You will…will show me respect.”

“Oh, I think not,” Norman had replied. “A man has to earn the right to respect. And you have not.”

There was something hard and unyielding in Norman’s words and in the look in his eye. Peter stared at him and felt the stirring in his belly that he usually only experienced alone in his bed at night. He felt embarrassed and ducked his head. Norman set him more firmly on his feet, but he didn’t move away.

“Peter?” Norman said. “Peter, look at me.”

Peter felt impelled to answer the demand in Norman’s voice and he raised his eyes. He half expected Norman to be angry and then suddenly, through the haze of his intoxication, he remembered his position.

“How…how dare—” Peter hiccupped, “dare you speak to me like that!” It was not Norman’s place to take him to task. Peter stepped back a little and he stared at Norman, ready to… Whatever he had been thinking faded away at the look in Norman’s eyes.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Norman asked softly. Peter licked his lips but no words would come. “I have watched you,” Norman went on. “You have never looked at the girls in the village; indeed, you’ve hardly seemed to notice those who looked at you.” Norman smiled.

Peter opened his mouth, closed it again as he tried to gather his thoughts. He tried again. “Feel it?” he queried.

Norman pressed closer, and Peter felt the pressure of Norman’s groin against his thigh and he gasped at the hardness he felt there. Colour flooded his cheeks as he felt his own prick rise in response and Norman laughed softly. “Oh yes,” Norman said, “You feel it.”


June 30, 2011

TREASURED POSSESSIONS now available at ARe Books!

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Treasured Possessions


Treasured Possessions

By: Stevie Woods | Other books by Stevie Woods
Published By: Torquere Press
ISBN # 9876543210371
Word Count: 5900
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Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc), Epub

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Trevor is shocked to find that there has been a break-in at his apartment. Some valuables are missing, but even more devastating for Trevor is items of little monetary value but which mean the world to Trevor have been damaged. Trevor finds it hard to cope with what has happened and if it wasn’t for the support of his friend, Eric, he doesn’t know what he would do. Thanks to the break-in, and Eric, Trevor learns which of his possessions he truly treasures.

An excerpt from the book

Trevor didn’t think he’d ever be able to move. If he moved he would somehow give credence to the scene before him. If he could stand still, stop the next second from happening, it wouldn’t be real. His books wouldn’t be scattered like so many dry leaves around the room, some torn and split with twisted spines and pages fluttering by the inexorable passage of time. The long treasured pa ir of photographs of his parents wouldn’t be ripped in two, lying among broken fragments of glass and wood, intermingling with the torn scraps of more recent photographs of his close friends, the nearest thing to a family he had left.

He looked in disgust at the broken pieces of centuries old pottery, not particularly valuable except as links to memories of the good times in his life. Why had the thief had to destroy what they didn’t want to take?

Suddenly he was moving, running, heart pounding in his chest.

“Trevor, Trevor what is it?” Eric’s voice followed him, but he could not speak.

He rushed into his bedroom and made straight for his bedside table. It wasn’t there. He looked, really looked for the first time at the bedroom. His clothes were strewn everywhere, some slashed or ripped. All the drawers were pulled open and the contents were disturbed and stuff had been yanked out and dumped. His closet door was wide open and his clothes either shoved to one side or piled on the floor among his shoes and other clutter. The shelf above had been cleared and open boxes, files and bags were strewn over the bed and floor. Again there were books and a few small artifacts that he’d used as ornamentation strewn haphazardly among the debris.

Trevor still couldn’t see what he was really looking for. Desperation was stealing his common sense and he couldn’t think properly. He spun round and groaned in frustration.

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