Stevie Woods:author of gay romantic fiction

January 26, 2014

Shorts for only $0.99 each!

Just a reminder that I have a few short stories out there for only $0.99 which readers might like to check out:

I’ve listed links for All Romance eBooks and Smashwords. The books are also available for purchase from Amazon Kindle, but Amazon has upped the price a little to around $1.25 – not my choice I assure you:)

Festivities – contemporary/Christmas: ARe Books    Smashwords

Home For Valentines – contemporary: ARe Books   Publisher

Treasured Possessions – contemporary:  ARe Books    Smashwords

Throw Me a Bone – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

More Than Sex – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Conversations – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Roll of the Dice – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Tutelary – contemporary/fantasy:  ARe Books     Smashwords

The Wrong Path – fantasy:   ARe Books     Smashwords

For more information about my publications, please visit my website:

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May 23, 2013

Gay short stories for only $0.99!

Just a reminder that I have a few short stories out there for only $0.99 which readers might like to check out:

I’ve listed links for All Romance eBooks and Smashwords. The books are also available for purchase from Amazon Kindle, but Amazon has upped the price a little to around $1.25 – not my choice I assure you:)

Festivities – contemporary/Christmas: ARe Books    Smashwords

Home For Valentines – contemporary: http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=SW_HMVAL

Treasured Possessions – contemporary:  ARe Books    Smashwords

Throw Me a Bone – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

More Than Sex – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Conversations – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Roll of the Dice – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Tutelary – contemporary/fantasy:  ARe Books     Smashwords

The Wrong Path – fantasy:   ARe Books     Smashwords

For more information about my publications, please visit my website:

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May 8, 2013

REVENGE IS A DISH, gay suspense novella!

RevengeIsADish_200x300It’s bad enough being kidnapped, but now Neil’s been accused of murdering Kent – who’s sitting beside him in the cell.  Kent’s been hurt, but he’s not dead. At least – not yet!

EXCERPT:
After a busy, trying day, Neil was really looking forward to spending some time with Kent. It had been too long since they had simply relaxed in each other’s company. As he parked his car in Kent’s driveway, Neil noted all the downstairs were lights were on, and he suddenly realized he was actually excited at the prospect of a beer, snacks and spending a few hours with his best friend. If that didn’t say how much he missed Kent, what did?

Neil got out of his car and slowly closed the door. As he walked to the Kent’s front door, Neil slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and fingered the key there, hesitating for a moment about whether to use it or not. In the past neither he nor Kent had stood on ceremony with each other, but ever since the accident things between them had been a little different. But no more, Neil thought with a smile. He slipped the key in the lock and turned it.

Kent waited for him in the entrance hall, presumably having heard Neil’s car draw up outside. From the perplexed look on Kent’s face, Neil assumed that perhaps Kent had heard his hesitation on his doorstep and was probably wondering what had caused his uncertainty. Wanting to reassure Kent, Neil smiled warmly and took a step towards him — and immediately he felt something, someone violently thrust him forward. He lost his balance and was stumbling toward Kent, who stretched out his arms as if to catch him. But they never connected.

Even as he was falling, Neil was aware of the large man moving quickly behind him through the still open door; he must have been the one who had pushed Neil towards Kent. Neil had a sudden presentiment that Kent was in danger from this man. Neil struggled to get his feet in an attempt to go to Kent’s aid, and he had just about made it when he felt a sharp pain in his thigh. He cried out.

Neil was shocked to see a second man standing over him with a weapon aimed at him. Neil looked down and saw some kind of dart sticking in his upper thigh. Still determined to get closer to Kent, feeling somehow that they would both be safer if they were together, Neil attempted to get to his knees, tried to crawl to Kent, but he had no control over his legs and he collapsed.

Out of the corner of his eye Neil saw Kent still attempting to reach him, but Neil knew that Kent wasn’t going to make it. One of the men grabbed a hold of Kent and swung him away. Neil heard Kent curse in angry frustration as he tried to fight back. At the same moment Neil’s leg collapsed under him and Neil tumbled to the floor.

“Ke..nt,” Neil murmured brokenly as the pain in his thigh turned to a cold numbness that sapped his strength. He tried to say Kent’s name again but only managed to utter unintelligible sounds.

Lying on the floor, Neil stared through half-lidded eyes watching in disbelief as Kent struggled with the two assailants. Kent was clearly doing his best, but he was outnumbered and both men were heavier than he was.

One man had managed to get behind Kent and twisted his arms up his back as the second man began to strike him again and again. Kent desperately tried to free himself but the two men clearly knew what they were doing and he was held fast.

By now Neil was unable to move. He felt heavy and cumbersome. As if his head was stuffed with cotton wadding. He watched horrified as Kent fought a losing battle, clearly hurting. Blood sprayed from his mouth and various cuts on his face. One man held Kent while the other pounded on him. He moved from damaging Kent’s face to his body landing blows on his chest and abdomen. Kent grunted and moaned but was unable to free himself.

They’re going to kill him.

Neil tried to beg them to let him alone but the words would not come. Neil didn’t even know he was crying until he tasted his tears. He swore to anyone, any being who might listen, that he would do anything if only this would stop.

A voice spoke from behind him, cold and harsh. “Stop. That’s enough for now. Don’t want him dead… yet. Just leave enough evidence.”

Neil’s first reaction was utter relief as the two men instantly obeyed and allowed Kent to slide to the floor. His second was disquiet about the appearance of this third man who was obeyed so instantly. Also there was an odd inflection on the word “evidence” as the stranger said it and it gave Neil a chill.

Evidence of what? Oh God!

“You still with us, Carson?” the voice addressed him quietly. Neil still could not see him, though as his vision was going increasingly gray around the edges he wasn’t sure if he could have seen the man properly anyway. Neil sensed the man had moved closer as the voice seemed louder as the man said, “Don’t worry, you’ll understand… eventually.”

Neil’s failing gaze filled with the image of Kent collapsed into a heap at the men’s feet, clearly unconscious now, just before he lost his own battle against the encroaching darkness.

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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.

EXCERPT:

 

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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Amazon Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/8f7dc8m
ARe: http://tinyurl.com/9rdjbt9
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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!

Also available to buy on All Romance eBooks and Smashwords.

Enjoy!!

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April 5, 2013

Books for sale at only $0.99!

Just a reminder that I have a few short stories out there for only $0.99 which readers might like to check out:

Festivities – contemporary/Christmas: ARe Books    Smashwords

Home For Valentines – contemporary: http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=SW_HMVAL

Treasured Possessions – contemporary:  ARe Books    Smashwords

Throw Me a Bone – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

More Than Sex – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Conversations – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Roll of the Dice – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Tutelary – contemporary/fantasy:  ARe Books     Smashwords

The Wrong Path – fantasy:   ARe Books     Smashwords

The books are also available for purchase from Amazon Kindle, but Amazon has upped the price a little to around $1.25 – not my choice I assure you:)

For more information about my publications, please visit my website:

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January 28, 2013

Books for sale for only $0.99!

Just a reminder that I have a few short stories out there for only $0.99 which readers might like to check out:

Festivities – contemporary/Christmas: ARe Books    Smashwords

Home For Valentines – contemporary: http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=SW_HMVAL

Treasured Possessions – contemporary:  ARe Books    Smashwords

Throw Me a Bone – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

More Than Sex – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Conversations – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Roll of the Dice – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Tutelary – contemporary/fantasy:  ARe Books     Smashwords

The Wrong Path – fantasy:   ARe Books     Smashwords

The books are also available for purchase from Amazon Kindle, but Amazon has upped the price a little to around $1.25 – not my choice I assure you:)

For more information about my publications, please visit my website:

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November 20, 2012

Festivities – now for sale on Kindle

Yep, I finally got the go ahead from Amazon and here is the buy link:  Amazon Kindle

Just in case you missed it yesterday, here are the links if you prefer to use ARe Books or Smashwords

http://steviewoods.com

 

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November 19, 2012

New release of short Christmas story, Festivities!

I’ve just arranged the re-release of my Christmas holiday short story, Festivities, a contemporary tale of two friends trying to become something more to each other.

The book is already available from  All Romance eBooks  and   Smashwords  and is shortly to be available from Amazon Kindle – I will post the sales link when it is available.

BLURB:  Joel invites his friend Graham to spend the Christmas holiday period with him, and he plans that by the time New Year arrives they’ll be more than just friends. As New Year’s Eve dawns Graham wakes with a new determination. The whole week with Joel had been wonderful and Graham is not going to let the day pass without admitting his feelings to Joel. Will the New Year really be ‘new’ for them?

EXCERPT:  It had been a surprise when Joel had invited Graham to come and stay with him for the holiday period. Joel decided to hold a party on Christmas Eve and one again on New Year’s Eve and wanted Graham to stay with him in the meantime. At first Graham tried to beg off, not that he wanted to, but he thought Joel was probably just being polite in asking him as Joel knew he had no family to spend the time with.

“Thanks, Joel, but it’s not necessary. I would be happy to come to both of your parties, but I wouldn’t want to impose for the whole week.”

“Impose? I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t want the company, Graham.” Joel stepped closer, his voice lowering, “Would you like to spend the holidays with me?”

Suppressing a shiver at the tone of Joel’s voice, Graham smiled and nodding. “Yeah, sure. It would be fun.”

“Yes, it will.” Joel grinned. “It’ll be good, you’ll see. In fact, I’ll let all the usual suspects know that I’m declaring open house, just to make sure you have fun.”

“Oh Lord, the things I let myself in for.”

“Right, first point of order, getting stocked up. My cupboard is bare and my guests are a thirsty bunch.”

“Oh, so I have to help with the groceries as well now. Your way to make me pay for my keep?”

“Hadn’t thought of that! Now I’m going to have to think of suitable payment and a good way to collect.”

Graham glanced at Joel and was glad that his friend couldn’t read his mind as he thought of a perfect way to pay Joel for his hospitality. He dropped his eyes quickly because, though Joel couldn’t read his mind, Graham was afraid that his friend could perhaps read the emotion in his eyes.

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November 14, 2012

Zimaya Heights – 25% excerpt!

Today’s 25% excerpt – where I post an excerpt beginning at the quarter point in one of my stories – is from ZIMAYA HEIGHTS, an action/adventure fantasy novella. Hope you enjoy this dip into a foreign jungle:)

Four hours later, the boat chugged toward the shore. It was fighting a fast current, and even its powerful engine whined in protest. The Maia split at this spot, the main channel going south and a minor tributary going east. As Gant and Will were going east, it would seem ideal to continue on that channel. However, the eastern tributary was not navigable due to the increasing current as the river pounded over rocks as it fell toward a waterfall.

Gant and Will quickly clambered over the side to the safety of the shore, and the boat’s crew tossed their belongings after them, before the boat pulled away and moved clear of the rough current and out into the wide, safe channel heading south.

Gant collected the two packs and handed one to Will, who huffed as he got the heavy pack onto his back, making sure the straps across his chest were securely fastened.

Gant shouldered his own pack and then unrolled the third bundle from which he removed two leather belts, strapping one around his waist. On one hip there was a scabbard containing a khaira, the long, wickedly sharp, wide-bladed knife; on the other hip there was a holster in which there was a small pistrala. He also took out a long barreled pistrala, commonly known as a rala and fitted the two halves together. Next, he turned to check on Will, reaching to make sure his straps were fastened properly.

“I know how to secure it,” Will said, twisting away from Gant.

Gant raised his hands in surrender. “Fine. I just wanted to make sure you’d be comfortable.”

Will sighed. “Sorry, just nervous I guess.” How could he tell Gant that he was afraid if the man touched him again he might just touch back? He had been so tempted in the early hours of the morning when he had awoken to find himself spooned up behind Gant, his groin pressed up against Gant’s ass. It had taken all his willpower to edge away when all he wanted was to press closer. Will was indeed nervous, but not of the trip they were embarking on, rather of the increasing temptation Gant was becoming.

“Not to worry,” Gant replied, “You’ll be fine.”

“Sure.” Will lifted his eyes and met Gant’s serious gaze. “Yes I will,” he added firmly. “Pass me the belt.”

Gant did as he asked. Will fastened the belt, settling it comfortably about his waist, and then he removed the khaira, studying the jungle blade, noting it was a little shorter than the style his father preferred. Will had never used one in the wild, but his father had shown him precisely how best to wield it for the most efficient clearance of the heavy foliage. The uninitiated tended to swing widely, exhausting the user to no better effect than a measured strike.

Then he saw Gant looping a strap over one shoulder. “Do I only see one rala?” Will asked.

“Yes. You’ve got enough to carry without one of those as well, and I know you’re accurate with a short pistrala.”

Will didn’t look too happy, but all he said was, “I see. Lead the way then.”

Walking steadily behind Gant as he moved away from the river and into the jungle, Will watched how the man rarely used the khaira, and when he did he made very economical movements, just as Will had expected.

Of course, they were only beginning to venture in the jungle proper, and though it was already hot and humid Will knew it would get worse. Will decided thinking about that wasn’t going to help; he was going to experience it for real soon enough. It was more constructive to watch Gant, Will decided. Watching Gant’s easy grace was no hardship for Will; he was so caught up in following the man’s hypnotic movement that he almost missed it when Gant suddenly halted. Will stopped only inches behind him.

“What is it?” Will asked, having enough sense to keep his voice low.

Gant put a finger over his own mouth, indicating that Will should be quiet. At the same time, he slowly unhooked the long rala from his shoulder, but he didn’t cock the weapon yet. Gant was clearly listening, and Will copied him, also scanning the surrounding area to try and discover what Gant might have heard. It was difficult to see very much, the jungle wasn’t as thick here as it was farther on, but though the canopy was higher it also made the light very muted. Will’s hand hovered over his pistrala holster.

Then, Will heard it, a slight rustling sound, faint and perhaps moving away. He glanced at Gant and found the man watching him. Will nodded, trying to indicate that he had heard something, and then he frowned to admit he wasn’t sure what he’d heard.

Gant smiled. After another minute or so, he said quietly. “It was an animal, too far away to be sure exactly what, but it wasn’t one of the big felids. One of the larger mammals to be sure.”

They moved on again, Gant going a little slower. The farther into the area they moved, the more uncomfortable Will felt. The temperature was rising, as was the humidity. Moisture dripped from the Jumaira trees surrounding them, the water collecting in the large, flat leaves until the weight of it bent the leaves downward and it poured out in a constant trickle.

It seemed as if even the air was getting thicker. Will was breathing heavier with each step now, and he wished that Gant would call a halt. However, he was determined not to ask. He didn’t want Gant to think less of him because of his lack of skill.

As if reading his mind, Gant said, “I know you’re finding it hard, but we’ll stop soon.”

“Stop where?” Will asked, with a distinct wheeze. “There is hardly room to turn round in here.”

“True, but the canopy is opening up just ahead,” Gant gestured to prove his point. “We should be able to make camp there.”

“But it’s still light. We could go on for a little longer,” Will said.

“I could, Will, but this is enough for you on your first day.”

“Gant, I—”

Interrupting, Gant reminded Will, “You agreed to follow my direction, Will. I said it is enough, and it is.”

Will acquiesced. The truth was he was exhausted and desperate for a drink. He wanted nothing more than to collapse where he stood.

Gant was true to his word, and in less than ten minutes, they emerged from the heavy undergrowth into a small clearing where the creepers, myriad wild flowers and other jungle growth had a good hold.  At the center of the clearing was a rough hillock that was a little less overgrown. Both men were relieved to drop their packs. The area was rocky, and Will was curious at the sudden change in their surroundings.

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If you want to know what happens next you can purchase the book from the following sources:

Amazon Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/8f7dc8m

ARe: http://tinyurl.com/9rdjbt9

Smashwords: http://tinyurl.com/9aosfbk

For more information about my work please visit my website: http://steviewoods.com

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