urban - Stories

After a strange anticlimactic kidnapping, Axel Graysen is pulled into the tumultuous world of the Wook Family. Axel treats Jeha Wook’s gunshot wound and ends up treating the oddly large team of brothers who work for Jeha. The problem is that Jeha’s people seem like delinquents, and Jeha is the largest delinquent. Axel worries about keeping the man he likes from getting hurt again.

In the Los Angeles summer of 1969, two straight men attempt to avoid Vietnam by deceiving the local draft board and pretending to be a gay couple. Their plans go about as smoothly as trying to keep peonies alive in Los Angeles.

Brian, Gordon, Toby, Russ et all are doing their damnedest to live their best lives. But fate has a habit of throwing them curved balls whether it is accusations of having naked orgies at work, more naked photos, teenage relationship difficulties and one pissed off drag queen, or simply trying to buy a new house that will suit their Found Family (or should that be Chosen Family?)

It is Sunday morning. Liam sits alone in his room, at the top of the building, and hides himself away. The world outside has suddenly become a dangerous place and he must stay away from it, and he must also remember that his name is now Leo.

This story follows Liam through one fateful Sunday and, through flashbacks, tells the story of how he came to be there.

He climbed through the wrong window. She wasn't there. Her younger brother was—and he'd been waiting.

Andy is a three-hundred-year-old vampire used to being the predator. Lucas is a teenage boy who's been watching him for weeks, planning this exact moment. One kiss, and the ancient monster learns what it means to be truly consumed.

The hunter becomes the hunted. The cold becomes a thousand degrees. And the Vampire is the one Enthralled.

Half-elf ex-cop Flynn O'Briain is losing a war on a cellular level. His human DNA and Elven heritage are tearing each other apart.

When a murdered PI leaves Flynn a blueprint for a corporate energy project that uses magical beings as batteries, he and Poitr are pulled into a conspiracy that reaches from the streets of LA to the highest levels of power. The clock is ticking. Flynn's body is failing. And the only cure is in the hands of the woman they're trying to stop.

At twenty, I wrote my thirty-year-old self a letter. At forty, I found it. And here's my reply, one the laws of time won't let me send, but one that I owe him anyway.

What happens when you have no idea you're being stalked. Why don't we find out?