#ROW80 Round 3 but Round 1 for me! #amwriting #KansasBeatitude

It’s been a long time since I’ve written. Sleep deprivation is a real thing, yo. My baby, this past week, has finally decided to sleep through the night (again). He took about 6 weeks off of sleeping through the night. I’m hoping this sticks for him because I really miss writing and spending time in the writing world. I feel so far behind.

I was supposed to have a book written and ready to go for release on October 1st, and I honestly haven’t even finished outlining it. It’s halfway outlined. I’ve given up on getting it written for this year, so it’ll just have to be on my list for next year. In the meantime, I feel horrible about not writing. It’s my number one stress reliever, and I haven’t written properly since NOVEMBER OF LAST YEAR! Such a scary thought.

Anywho. I decided to jump in on this round of ROW80 to try and get back in the swing of things. As I was laying in bed this morning at 5:30 because my spouse insisted on waking me up to tell me about an awesome thunderstorm, I came up with a short story romance series that I wanted to write. It’s called “Kansas Beatitude” which means I already have built in titles & series name. haha! I love when it works for you.

There are 8 short stories in this series based on the 8 beatitudes in the gospel of Matthew. And by based, I mean loosely themed on them. I’m writing the second one right now because I couldn’t come up with a good idea for the first one. (Poor in Spirit is a HARD topic to figure something out on). The characters are all different in each piece, though they will probably interweave to some degree once I get going. They will all be set in Western Kansas, where I live. The goal is that each short story will be about 15k words long.

Since there are 80 days in ROW80 and I have 8 short stories to write, I figure one short story every ten days. Which means, I’m already behind if I don’t finish this one short story today and I’m only 1500 words in, so I’m guessing I’m not going to finish it today. It means I’ll have to work hard to catch up.

Here’s my goals:

SHORT STORY TITLES: Poor in Spirit, Mourn (the one I’m currently writing), Meek, Hunger & Thirst, Merciful, Pure in Heart, Peacemakers, Persecuted.

DATES TO FINISH BY: July 14, July 24, Aug 3, Aug 13, Aug 23, Sep 2, Sept 12, Sept 22 (if I counted correctly)

I’m going to need some serious accountability on this to accomplish it. Even if I just make it through one short story at this point, I’m going to be so happy because it has been so long since I’ve written.

Like I said earlier, I skipped Poor in Spirit (Kansas Beatitude #1) and opted to start work on Mourn (Kansas Beatitude #2) because I had an idea pop in my head for it. I will have to go back and write the first one if I want to start sending this off to publishers to try and get it out into the real world because self-publishing for me does not go as well as it should.

I have 3 more short stories to come up with ideas for (including the first one), and I have about 12,500 more words to write on Mourn. Guess I better get to pecking at this keyboard in a more productive manner. Anyhow, catch you later! I’m off to write.

Making Eros Jealous #loveisamess #anthology #valentinesday #authorcorner #gayfiction

Hello all! I’d love for you to give a warm welcome to Eva Lefoy, author of Property of Cupid in the Love is a Mess anthology I’m also a part of. Today she’s going to be sharing a bit about her story. I hope you enjoy it!


In Property of Cupid, my M/M story in the Love is a Mess anthology, Jeremy meets Eros, the Greek form of Cupid, in a bar. The man’s got feathers from here to there, and a brash attitude. He’s also a terrific dancer and totally focused on him. Being the center of attention is something Jeremy’s not used to. But he warms to the idea quickly!


After losing his v-card to Eros, he finds himself tramp stamped and blonded with a whole new wardrobe that’s super sexy and sure to get any top’s attention. All he has to do is walk out the door, shimmy that ass and have them fall at his feet. Going from wallflower to hottie in less than 24 hours is a little disorienting but Jeremy rises the challenge.


Unfortunately, this makes Eros a little bit jealous…. And there’s only one thing he can do.


In the Roman mythological cannon, they changed Eros’ name to Cupid, and Cupid at one point does fall in love with Psyche, after accidentally stabbing himself with his own arrow. Ouch! Let’s face it, love hurts, and for Eros this story ends with a bit of pain as well.


Some days, even the gods have it rough!


Property of Cupid



“Noooooo!” Trapped inside Cupid’s form, Eros railed at the sight before him. The sight chilled him, turning his blood and his balls cold. But Cupid did nothing to stop it. He wanted to shake that silly cherub into a million pieces, even if it ended his existence as well.

Jeremy was dressed in some get-up he’d never seen before. Blond and newly sexy, he’d shed his innocence for a come-hither look and was rocking the attitude in a way that made Eros drool. But Jeremy wasn’t posing for Eros. Instead, his gaze was locked onto Andrew’s, the top who’d spotted him waiting in line for coffee. And Eros would be an ice cream cone in Hades if all Andrew wanted from Jeremy was a cup of coffee and conversation. Oh hell.

Eros’ soul shook as Andrew swaggered closer, his gaze locked onto Jeremy’s. No, no, no! Stop him!

Cupid giggled, hovering naked over the scene, his tiny wings flapping gaily. Invisible to the human eye he could cause all kinds of mischief. Everyone knew it was in his nature to make opposites fall in love, to make the hapless humans swoon with mushiness. The gods considered it good comedy, except when he used them as target practice. But today of all days, Cupid could get away with murder in the name of love. Him and his damn golden arrows.

Eros watched in horror as Andrew’s mouth moved honed in on Jeremy’s cheek and murder was exactly what he had in mind. Andrew was about to press his lips against the man who’d screamed his name last night. Eros hadn’t realized how badly he wanted to keep Jeremy around until that very moment. The realization shook him to his core.

“What the hell’s wrong with me? I’m the lust god,” he breathed, “I leave the love to Venus.” He’d never, ever, in all his eons on the job fallen for a human. But the sweet flavor of Jeremy lingered on his tongue. If only I’d had more time. I could have gotten him out of my system, that’s all.

Andrew’s hand strayed down Jeremy’s back, sliding toward a tattoo that read, Property of Cupid. Eros’s fury rallied.

“What? Damn it, did you do this, Cherub? Is this one of your sick jokes?” His hands clenched, fighting the urge to rip Andrew off Jeremy. “If it is, stop this right now!” he told the cherub. But Cupid snickered and admitted nothing.

Worse, the arrows in Cupid’s holder quivered. Eros knew without looking one lurked there for Jeremy and Cupid would use it to help Jeremy fall in love with Andrew on Valentine’s Day. A day on which Eros, the original god of love and lust, should be happy to be a part of the festivities and stay the hell off the playing field. But today every instinct demanded he break that damn arrow. “No. No, don’t do it,” he whispered.

But Cupid’s hand reached back and plucked the two almost identical white feather-fletched arrows with Jeremy’s name on them from the quiver. As though watching his movements in a daze, Eros looked down at them resting in Cupid’s tiny palm.

The one with the lead tip would easily solve his problem. If he shot Jeremy with the lead arrow, he’d despise Andrew and Eros would have him as his own. But if he shot Jeremy with the golden one, he’d fall madly in love with Andrew forever and ever, and Eros would never have him in his bed again. Swallowing hard, he shrieked in horror as Cupid dropped the lead arrow and nocked the golden one.


Cupid pulled the string back. “Jeremy deserves love. He’ll be happy with Andrew. You’ll see.”

“No. He’s mine. Miiiine!” His roar shook the heavens.



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See what happens next in Love is a Mess.

love is a mess cover

Edited by C. E. Case

Stories by A. M. Leibowitz, Adrian J. Smith, Amber Kinsey, Eva Lefoy, Geonn Cannon, L. M. Perrin, Michael DuPuy and Rachael Orman.


Lesbian, Bisexual and Gay anthology, Valentine’s Day theme, romance, contemporary


Publisher: Supposed Crimes, LLC
Release Date: January 3, 2015 (ebook only)
Length: Anthology / 35,000 words / 119 pages

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Love is a Mess: A Supposed Crimes Anthology contains eight stories from eight authors on the topic of misfortune at Valentine’s Day. The topics range from the fun of the moment to the power of the eternal. Lesbian, gay, and bisexual characters star in their own love and lust stories—erotic, playful, and thoughtful.

Viral Valentine by L. M. Perrin

When a Valentine’s Day prank goes badly, Paige’s guilt won’t let her watch the victim walk away without a proper apology.
Date Blind by Geonn Cannon

A woman discovers the worst possible blind date scenario when her date turns out to be someone who bullied her in high school.
The Politician and the Pilot by Amber Kinsey

A politician and a pilot make a steamy connection on Valentine’s Day.
Bar Tryst by Rachael Orman

After her roommate blackmailed her into going to an Anti-Valentine’s day party, Vanessa decided to make the best of it especially when the bartender shared that she was looking to have a good time too.
Quarter Life: Energy Feed by Adrian J. Smith

With strange creatures in her path, Faye is determined to get the information she wants no matter the cost.
Property of Cupid by Eva Lefoy

Will an ancient Greek god give up half his powers to love a mere human? Or will Cupid loose his golden arrow, letting Jeremy fall in love with another man?
Private Dance by A. M. Leibowitz

With Alex’s sexy boyfriend, Phin, gone for three weeks, there’s only one option: let his best friend’s kids lead him on a treasure hunt through town to find his Valentine’s gift waiting for him to unwrap.
The Last Mitzvah by Michael DuPuy

One man seeks salvation over love, death, and ice cream.


Author Bio and Contact:


Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a die-hard Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.






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Do I Feel Different…? Guest post with A. M. Leibowitz #lowereducation #MM #bisexual #romance

Hello one, hello all! Today I’m so excited to host my good friend A. M. Leibowitz on my blog. She’ll be talking about publishing and finally being a published author and just want that feels like.


10518908_10204489956156895_156712596_nWhen Adrian asked me to write this post, I jumped at the opportunity because, well, she’s one of my favorite people, and how could I say no? Then I realized I had to actually come up with a topic. I consulted my crystal ball (also known as my spouse), who suggested I write about whether I feel different now that my book is officially available to the public.

I want to say that I don’t feel different at all, that I was a real writer before, and I’m still a real writer now. I wanted to say that having my words in a format people have to pay to read doesn’t make any difference at all. But I would be lying.

I do feel different. It’s not just because the book is really, truly, honest-to-goodness available for purchase. It’s because in some way, I feel like I’ve earned the right to say to people, “You can buy my book. Or not. And if you don’t like it, you can leave me a bad review. Or not.” I no longer have any desire to hedge my bets.

Before, people used to say to me, “Oh, I would love to read something you wrote! Please let me know when your book is coming out.” And I would hedge. I had an overwhelming desire to say, “Are you sure about that?”

I come from a very conservative religious background. For some of you, that should tell you all you need to know about why I was hesitant. If you’re in the dark about it, here’s what that means.

It means attempting to put off a few people by telling them I write “romance.” It means glancing over my shoulder, leaning in, and whispering, “But I write gay sex.” It means giving people everything about the plot of the novel except for the part where my main character is bisexual and falls in love with another man. It means my neck sweating and my face turning a thousand shades of red as I say, “I don’t know if my book is church-approved.”

I’m now at a church where lgbtq+ people are welcome and affirmed, but that wasn’t always the case. The kinds of things I write are more than a little frowned on among my conservative friends. While I probably won’t lose any friendships, I might lose some respect.

When I wasn’t a published author, that mattered to me. It created in me the almost crippling fear that if I couldn’t make these people respect my writing, by extension I’d failed to make them respect me. Having a published novel has given me the confidence to stop allowing these people to own me that way. I’m not saying being published is the cure for all our writerly anxieties; it’s not. But for me, it was the boost I needed to be able to look people in the eye and take credit for my work.

I guess that means next time someone asks me what I do, I can say with conviction, “I write queer lit that falls somewhere between literary and romance. I swear a bit, and sometimes people in my novels have sex.”

Then again, maybe I won’t. I’ll wait until at least the second time we meet.

Amazon: Kindle Edition
Smashwords: 8 Different File Types
Barnes and Noble: Nook Edition
Apple: iBook Edition

Author bio:

A. M. Leibowitz is a spouse, parent, feminist, and book-lover falling somewhere on the Geek-Nerd Spectrum. She keeps warm through the long, cold western New York winters by writing romantic plot twists and happy-for-now endings. In between noveling and editing, she blogs coffee-fueled, quirky commentary on faith, culture, writing, and her family.


Find me on the Internet:

Web site:         http://amleibowitz.com

Facebook:        Amy Leibowitz Mitchell (personal profile)

A.M. Leibowitz (author page)

Twitter:           @amyunchained

Lower Education cover reveal A. M. Leibowitz @AmyUnchained #MM #bisexual

Lower Education
By A. M. Leibowitz

Publisher: Supposed Crimes, LLC
Publication date: November 1, 2014


Phin Patterson is an educational consultant dissatisfied with his job and his life. On a mission to complete one last assignment before escaping his unfulfilling career and figure out what he wants, he accepts a commission from Donald Murdock at the New York State Education Department. Suddenly, he finds himself on his way to evaluate a tiny school in New York’s Southern Tier, not far from the town where he grew up. Now his only goal is to get in, do his job, and get out before anyone from his past remembers him.

That turns out to be easier said than done. Dani Sloane, the sharp-witted administrative assistant to the principal, learns the truth about why Phin is really there. With the help of her friends, she sets out to unmask him and force the local board of education to stop the plans that could ruin their school. Discovering that her sometime-lover is an old business associate of Phin’s only complicates both the situation and their relationship.

Meanwhile, Phin, who has committed himself to keeping his emotional distance, can’t resist the charm of the town and its residents—especially the school psychologist, who turns out to be an old friend he hasn’t seen in over twenty years. While Dani works to take him down and save her school, Phin wrestles with learning how to do the right thing, including telling the truth to the man with whom he’s already falling in love.


Lower Education Cover

Excerpt 1:

Alex spun around and threw his hands in the air. “Why are you still here? Go find someone else to bother.”

“What if I think the information you have is more valuable?” Phin crossed his arms and tilted his head, jutting out his chin.

“And what if I think you’re wasting your time? I have nothing here that would be of interest to you.”

The corner of Phin’s mouth curled upward. “I would say you’re mistaken. There’s plenty here for me to take interest in.” His gaze traveled downward slowly, making Alex feel exposed. Heat spread across his face, followed by a surge of anger. Placing his hands on the table and leaning toward Phin, Alex replied, “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but it won’t work on me. Is this how you’ve handled your other clients?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do.”

“All right, you got me.” Phin chuckled softly. He moved in closer and lowered his voice. “I once signed an entire multi-year textbook contract on my appeal alone.” His smile faltered, and he looked away briefly. He snapped his attention back to Alex and narrowed his eyes. “You’re not the most difficult client I’ve ever worked with, though it’s close.”

“I’m not your client. There’s no reason for your behavior.”

Phin licked his lips. “I didn’t make a mistake in the bar the other night.”





Phin closed the gap and kissed him

Make US feel good steamy

Purchase Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lower-Education-M-Leibowitz-ebook/dp/B00NCA48TE/

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/473664

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lower-education-a-m-leibowitz/1120325979?ean=2940046149760

Author bio:

A. M. Leibowitz is a spouse, parent, feminist, and book-lover falling somewhere on the Geek-Nerd Spectrum. She keeps warm through the long, cold western New York winters by writing romantic plot twists and happy-for-now endings. In between noveling and editing, she blogs coffee-fueled, quirky commentary on faith, culture, writing, and her family.

Find me on the Internet:

Web site: http://amleibowitz.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/amymitchell29 (personal profile); https://www.facebook.com/UnchainedFaith (author page)

Twitter: https://twitter.com/amyunchained (@amyunchained)