Authors

Originally from the land of Shakespeare, I've been slogging away at writing for many years (on and off). It's been fun, hard work, but rewarding and has been a great discipline for someone who treats writing as a past-time rather than as a way to put food on the table. I've had a couple of successes, lots of failures and have finally learnt how to take feedback, whether positive or constructive, gracefully, and in the way it's given.

Mark Arbour writes historical fiction about gay and bisexual characters painted on the canvas of the past.

Mikiesboy’s journey as a writer began when a generous woman gifted him a book of poetry while still a teenager. It started a period of earnest reading and writing, which became a warm refuge in an otherwise cold reality. Much of his remarkable early work was focused on aspects of survival, and he’s brought this clear-sighted, journalistic approach to all he continues to do. Now, all his works are injected with humour and realism as he explores the human condition and many aspects of love.

I write adult fiction for fun.
(Moz Lover stands for Morrissey, not Mozzarella.)

MrsGnomie loves being in love and the not-so-easy-road getting there. What is life if we're not challenged along the way?
PNW, M/M, humor, banter, drama, HEA.

Most of my stories are contemporary explorations of gay men finding themselves and coming to terms with their sexuality, often in the face of family issues. Usually written with a relatively light touch, and with some romantic element. I am based in London (UK), and stories have a British setting, often set in the Midlands or North where my own roots are.

Sasha writes romantic fiction for men who love men, and everyone else who likes that too. Mixing the beautifully mundane with the outlandish and fantastical, Sasha generally just wants everyone to end up happy and in love, and sometimes the characters play along too. There is often, but not always, a fairly healthy amount of sex involved.

CAVEAT LECTOR! 'When explicit sex is combined with a lot of preposterous chatter, it then becomes unendurable, an affront, to the patience and intelligence of the reader.' That is an edited statement from a critique of my, then newly published, favorite of favorites, "Stranger in a Strange Land".