King Dave Flaherty has everything a guy could wish for: all the overtime gigs, all the waitresses, and, if not the universal friendship of his peers, at least none of them dares try anything on the son of the president of the Chicago stagehands local. King Dave wants more than that, though, and it’ll save him in two ways. One, it’ll save him from having to be an old-fashioned stagehand in a modern world, where a collitch degree and skills with fancy equipment are called for. And two, it’ll save him from the fate worse than death threatened by Nadine Fisher, a nineteen-year-old small town preacher’s daughter who’s run away from Texas to wait tables in the diner next door to the Auditorium Theatre. Nadine wants to make a better man of King Dave. But that’s not the fate worse than death.Continue reading
Stagehands are knights of blue-collar chivalry—workaholic, playaholic, unsung heroes behind the curtain. Skip the rock stars and actors—they’re too skinny, too neurotic, too self-centered, and they wear too much makeup. Go for a man who can fix your car and can really hang a pair of 501s.Continue reading
A sexy, funny duel of wills and wits between a small town preacher’s daughter and a blue-collar prince of the blood.Continue reading
When I write a sexy paranormal story, the speculative idea is like that little turn of the wrist that makes all the pieces in the kaleidoscope shift a fraction of an inch … and suddenly you see a whole new pattern. The junk inside the kaleidoscope is the same old junk. But because the light is shooting between all those mirrors, an ordinary little piece of life becomes fascinating.
Do this with sex and you’ll see what I mean about keeping it fresh.Continue reading