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Hello again!

Well, this is a little weird. It’s been about a year since I blogged and I just read my last post and it reminded me of how excited (and worn out) I was getting ready for our big move to Europe. If you saw my twitter thread recently, you’ll know that things haven’t turned out as expected and I’ll be returning home to Australia as a single mother.

Because of this, my emotions have been all over the place, as you can imagine. But, at the same time, I can’t wait to get back home and return to normal. (According to an app on my phone, I have 55 days, 23 hours, 58 mins, and 12 seconds until I leave) I haven’t written anything in over a year but I’m excited that I’ll be able to get back into it as soon as I’m settled back home again. There are two guys who are demanding my attention to finish their story and give them their HEA so I better move my arse.

(Also don’t be surprised if I write a book about a couple going through a divorce. Inspiration comes from the weirdest places.)

I actually don’t have any news, just that I’m excited to be going home, even if the circumstances are not ideal, but I’m also positive for the future. This is my chance to have the kind of life I want, without having to answer to anyone. It’s my chance to prove how strong and capable I am.

Love and light to all,

Gratuitous pic of Fatboy x

The Runaway by Nephy Hart


“When all you ever wished for is the last thing you ever wanted…”

Title: The Runaway

Author: Nephylim

Publisher: Flying With Red Haircrow

Publication Date: September 12, 2012

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Gay Interest

Length: 290 pages

ISBN: 9781301198573

Available: Smashwords Amazon UK Amazon US

Book Trailer


Ciarrai is running away from a past that’s still breathing down his neck. Jack has no past, his memory wiped in the accident that killed his parents. They meet and their lives move forward like stones skimming the surface of the water, dipping into memories that want to surface and those that want to lie buried forever.

Together, they struggle to come to terms with what happened in the past and where they want to go in the future, but can Jack cope with a man who likes to dress in leather mini-skirts and silk kimonos? Can Ciarrai trust Jack with the secrets of his past; secrets he can’t escape, secrets that are snapping at his heels?

When those secrets catch up, forcing Ciarrai back to the life he’d left, a life that was slowly draining his life away, he and Jack’s love is both threatened and tested by forces from without and within.


“You can’t be disrespecting the fairies, Damien.” Ciarrai shook his head at his smaller brother, who stuck out his tongue.

“There’s no such thing as fairies, Ciarrai,” Damien declared, investigating one nostril with a grubby finger. “Everyone knows that.”

“Sure, they don’t,” Ciarrai insisted. “Don’t you ever listen to what Dadda tells us, about when he was young and living in Ireland?”


“No, you don’t. You just want to play.”

“Well, who wants to sit and listen to stories about some old woman we’ve never seen? They’re only stories Ciarrai, they’re not real.”

Ciarrai shook his head. At almost ten, he was half a foot taller than his brother, and felt far more than two years older. Where Damien was robust and inquisitive, much preferring action to quiet contemplation, Ciarrai was slender and fey, liking to spend time reading and thinking.

“They are real,” Ciarrai insisted. “Dadda said so.”

Damien paused and frowned. “Are you sure? Are you sure he said they were actually real? That he actually said it?”

Ciarrai smiled. “Yes, he actually did. Do you want to hear one?”

Damien looked thoughtful for a moment then nodded. “Okay.”

“Get into bed then, or Mam will be up here chasing me into my own room.”

Damien scuttled across the hall from the bathroom, and leaped onto the bed, bouncing for a moment before pulling the quilt around his ears, gazing up at his brother expectantly.

“Did we ever go to Ireland, Ciarrai?” Damien asked, peering at him over the duvet.

Ciarrai considered thoughtfully. “I think so. I think I remember there being lots of green. And there was a horse, and I got to ride it. I’m not sure I liked it, but it was fun. We drove in a funny cart thing that a horse pulled and Dadda said he used to race them.”

“Why don’t I remember?” Damien demanded, clearly affronted that he had no such memories.

“Because you were very little, Damien, only a baby.”

“So why don’t we go anymore? Why don’t we get to hear the stories from Gra’ma and Gran’da?”

“Coz they don’t like Dadda anymore. We mustn’t ask, Mam said. It makes Dadda sad.”

“Oh. Okay. Tell me a story.”

Ciarrai smiled and ruffled his brother’s straw-coloured hair, which was a few shades darker than his own. Settling himself on the bed, he closed his eyes and took a breath.

“A long, long time ago, there was a foolish man.”

“Why was he foolish?”

“I don’t know. He just was. If you want me to tell you the story, shut up and listen.”

“Okay, sorry.”

With a sigh, Ciarrai settled down and began again.

“A long, long time ago, there was a foolish man. He liked to get drunk and wander in the mountains under the moon. He wouldn’t listen when the people in the village told him it was a bad idea.”

“Why did they tell him that?”

“Damien, if you’re going to keep interrupting, I’m going to stop telling the story. If you listen you’ll find out.”


For the third time, Ciarrai started to speak.

“The foolish man forgot that the mountains in the moonlight belonged to the fey folk, the Tuatha de Danann. He wouldn’t listen when he was told and he laughed—just like you do, Damien—at the thought of fairies. He didn’t believe they existed.

“One day, when he was walking under a full moon near the old forest, he heard music coming from the trees. He knew he should stay away, but he was curious and he was foolish. The mead had made him brave. So, he went into the trees and crept through the darkness, until he saw light ahead.

“He had almost come to the light when it disappeared, and he was left wandering around in the darkness. It took him a lot of time to find his way out of the trees and, when he did, he heard the laughter and music again. He didn’t go back into the trees, because he wasn’t that stupid. So he was going to walk home. But then he saw something, a glowing figure walking out of the trees just in front of him.”

“Why was it glowing?”

“I don’t know— it just was. Shut. Up. Damien. Just listen. Anyway, he followed the flowing figure but as fast as he went, she went faster.”

“Was it a woman?”

Ciarrai gave an exaggerated sigh, but ignored him and pressed on, his eyes still closed. “He followed the woman, but she kept getting farther and farther away. The faster he went, the farther ahead she got, even though she didn’t seem to be moving very fast. And I don’t know why, okay,” he forestalled his brother’s question. “In the end, the man thought he would never be able to catch up and he shouted at her to wait.”

“Did she wait?”

“She stopped and let him catch up. ‘Why didn’t you wait?’ he asked. ‘Why didn’t you ask?’ she said. The man thought she was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, and he soon got lost in her beauty.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, I’m not entirely sure,” Ciarrai had to admit. “I think it means that she was so beautiful he didn’t see what she really was or what was really happening. I don’t think she was a very nice person at all, actually, not when the man loved her that much, but that’s the way fairies are, I think.”

“Was she a fairy?” Damien was interested now, sitting up, his eyes wide.

“Yes, she was.”

“Did she change him into a rabbit?”

“No, she didn’t change him into a rabbit. What made you think that?”

“If I was a fairy and someone did something I didn’t like, I’d turn them into a rabbit.”

“Well, I think the man was pretty lucky that the fairy wasn’t you.”

“What did she do?”

“Taking him by the hand, she led him into the trees. It was never dark because the glow that surrounded her lit the way. After a while, they came to a clearing where there was a party going on. In the middle was a fairy ring and lots of fairies of all shapes and sizes were dancing.”

“The woman led him around the side of the ring to a table full of food and drink. She picked up a crystal goblet filled with mead, and a honey cake so thin you could see the moon through it, and held them out to him.

“The man knew it was dangerous to accept food and drink from the fey folk. He remembered being told by his grandmother many years before, but he couldn’t remember why, and the fairy was looking at him with a smile on her beautiful face, so he reached out and took the goblet and the cake.”

“When he had eaten and drunk, the fairy took his hand and led him into the fairy circle. Again, he knew it was a bad idea, but he did it anyway, because the beautiful woman had bewitched him.”

“What does ‘bewitched’ mean?”

“It means ‘put a spell on’.”

“See,” Damien said, smugly. “I told you she would.”

“She didn’t turn him into a rabbit, though.”

“What did she do?”

Ciarrai frowned. “She enchanted him, so that he didn’t remember his life before. He didn’t remember anything but her. He didn’t want to do anything but dance with her, and eat and drink with her.”

“Did he…you know?” Damien asked, with a smirk.

Ciarrai glared at him. “Eew, Damien, trust you to think about that.” Damien grinned smugly and snuggled down in the bed, stifling a yawn, and Ciarrai started again. “He forgot about everything but her until, one day, he shook off the enchantment and realised where he was and who he was. For a few days he went on, eating and drink and dancing, but everything seemed shallow and false. He realised he was trapped and, although no one bound him, or told him he couldn’t leave, he knew that, having set foot inside the fairy circle on the night of the dance, he had doomed himself to remain in the land of the fey forever.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Damien yawned more widely. “I mean it’s a nice place, isn’t it—fairyland? Why didn’t he want to stay there? It’s better than this one.”

“This what?”

“This land. It’s always sunny in fairyland, and there are cool things, like trolls and ogres and—”

“That fairyland isn’t real, Damien, this one was different.”

“Was it bad, then?”

“Well, no,” Ciarrai admitted reluctantly. “He was never hungry or thirsty and everyone was always happy and laughing and never sick or sad. He was treated well and everything was bright and shiny and glittery.”

“Then why did he want to leave?”

“Because he wasn’t a fairy and he didn’t belong.”

“But if it was a better place?”

“It might have been better in some ways, but it wasn’t his home. And he didn’t want things to be bright and shiny all the time. He wanted things to be dark sometimes, so he’d have something to fight for. Most of all, he wanted to have a choice, to be able to go home if he wanted. And, no matter how pretty and sweet and lovely everything was, he was still a prisoner.”

“So what did he do?”

“One day, he went to the king of the fairies and asked him to set him free. The king agreed, but he warned him that things would be different when he went back. He told him if he ever changed his mind, he could return to fairyland, but he’d never be able to leave it again.

“When the man got back to the human world, he found that hundreds of years had passed while he’d been dancing. Everything had changed. His family and friends were long dead and he didn’t fit into the world as it was then.”

“Did he go back to fairyland?”

“No. Even though he didn’t really fit in to the human world anymore, at least he was free there. He had challenges and struggles and he eventually fell in love and had a family. He said that no matter how bad things might have been in the outside world, he would always have chosen it because it was better to be free in a bad place than be a slave in the best place ever.”

“He was stupid, then.”

“He was?” Ciarrai looked at his brother in surprise. “I don’t think so.”

“Well, I do. He could have spent his whole life playing with fairies, and doing nothing but eating and dancing with beautiful people. Why would he want to leave that behind and live somewhere he had to work hard and he didn’t like?”

Ciarrai smiled and pressed him back on the pillows. Sliding off the bed, he tucked the duvet around his now sleepy brother, and turned off the light. “You’ll understand when you’re older,” he said solemnly, then hurried off to his own warm bed.

Author Bio:

Nephy Hart was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.

Nephy has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.

Later in life, Nephy became the storyteller for a re enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.

It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.

In present times, Nephy lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son, dog, bearded dragon (called Smaug of course) and three cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. She’s never been happier since she was made redundant and is able to devote herself entirely to her twin loves of writing and art

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Interviews with the author:

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About the Press:

Opening its doors on October 31, 2010, Flying With Red Haircrow is an independent publisher and writer cooperative with a large range of interests and possibilities who entreats everyone to, “Dance above the surface of the world. Let your thoughts lift you into creativity that is not hampered by opinion.”

We publish: Literary Fiction, Poetry, GLBTIIQ Fiction, Fantasy (Dark, Epic, Speculative), Multicultural, International, Memoir, Psychology, Sociology and more. For those interested in being a part of our team, have proposals or offers, please visit our website for more details.


If you are interested in a review copy for your website, wish to schedule an interview with the author or need more information about this release or press, please write Nephy Hart at or Red Haircrow



Happy Valentine’s Day!

Valentine’s Day is here again and I can hear a lot of groaning. Yes, I know. It’s not always sweethearts and flowers.

But here’s a way you can bring a bit of love into your life on this not-for-everyone day ❤

My two stories in the Love for the Seasons series, As the Leaves Fall and As the Ice Melts, are now part of Kindle Unlimited! So if you’re a subscriber, make sure you read these two for free before book #3, As the Sun Sets, is released on Feb 24.



Click the links below to read for free now!

As the Leaves Fall   As the Ice Melts


Click here to pre-order As the Sun Sets – Release February 24

GUEST AUTHOR: Blueprint by RJ Jones

Here I am at Nic Starr’s blog talking about the reasons why I write. If you want to know the in’s and out’s, here it is!


Nic Starr

It’s always such a pleasure to host my friends on my website, and always even more special when it’s because they have a new release. This time it’s RJ Jones stopping by with the latest release in her Out of the Blue series, Blueprint. I had the privilege of beta reading this book and I think you’re going to love it. Plus there’s a giveaway! ❤


Why I Write by RJ Jones

People often ask me why I write. Most of the time I tell them because I have voices in my head that won’t shut up unless I give them a story. But I’m thinking you want more of an answer than that. I’ll do my best.

I’ve always been creative. I have projects—some complete, some not—stored in boxes all over the house. I can knit, crochet, paint etc. You name it, I’ve tried it. I’ve made numerous mosaics…

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The Perfect Size for You by Lily G. Blunt

I don’t review books anymore. TBH, it’s just too damn time consuming. I may post a plug on FB if I really enjoyed a story, but my reviewing days are done. I’ve made an exception for this hot little number, though.

As some of you may know, Lily is a fellow author with Wayward Ink Press. She’s helped me with some promotion for Out of the Blue and I was biding my time until I could return the favour. Well, when I saw this cover pop up on my FB feed my tongue fell out of my head and I jumped at the chance to help her out with a bit of promo.  She offered me a copy of the story, which I was more than happy to accept. See below for my review.

The Perfect Size For You


Lily G. Blunt


After updating his Rent Boy blog profile, well-endowed porn star Ty, receives a text requesting an appointment with a sexually inexperienced client. Andy asks Ty to provide him with the necessary knowhow, so if he ever goes on a date with the guy he’s attracted to he’s fully prepared.
Little does Ty know this hook-up will lead to a friendship that will subsequently change his life. Can Ty remain friends with Andy or will he always want more? And how will Ty react when Andy finally goes on a date with another man?

This story is also available in the Take It Like A Man Anthology.

Buy links:

ARe / / Amazon UK / Torquere Press


Not even counting the money, I shoved it in my back pocket. “So, what do you have in mind for this afternoon?”

He flushed again and shrugged. “I’d like to talk for a while and kiss and cuddle, if that’s okay?”

Geez! Easy money.

I didn’t wish to hurt his feelings. “Umm… couldn’t you find a guy from school to do that with?” That would certainly be cheaper for him. Not that I was complaining.

He shook his head, looking embarrassed, and leaned against the kitchen counter. He was so fucking cute.

“Are you even out yet?” I took a step closer to him.

He shook his head again, glancing at my lips. “No, no one knows I’m gay.”

I ran a finger up his arm, and placed my hand gently on his shoulder. “So, have you done anything with a guy before?”

His head tilted down as if ashamed, his wide brown eyes peering up at me. “No, that’s why I called you. So if I ever get to date this guy I really like, I’ll know what to do.” His voice was just above a whisper.

We were close now, our bodies practically touching. He smelled nice, of soap and shampoo. His breath was hot and coming out in quick pants.

“Relax for me, Andy.”

I slid my hand behind his neck, and teased the soft hair at his nape. Our lips met softly for a first sweet kiss. His eyes fluttered closed, and I swept my mouth over his, my lips parting slightly. His mouth opened for me, his tongue peeked out and lapped teasingly against mine. He tasted minty and fresh. It didn’t take long before it became a passionate lip lock, with Andy moaning into my mouth.

I nibbled on his lower lip. “Mmm… you’re a quick learner.”

Reviews of The Perfect Size for You:

“This book had me driving with one hand on the wheel. I want more of this erotic sexually charged, and FUN book.”

“Finally got a chance to read this. Quite adorable. I love a geeky little twink with his shyness. This was an adorable story.”

“Ty is a porn star who is branching out to become a rent boy because he is nearing the end of his career. He advertises on a website where he ends up meeting Andy, a sweet eighteen year old virgin who wants to gain some experience so that if he can ever manage to hook the guy he likes, he’ll know what to do.

Ty really enjoys his time with Andy and the more time they spend together, the more he doesn’t want Andy to end up with Evan. He breaks the rule about caring about his tricks and ends up biting off more than he can chew emotionally.

I really enjoyed this short story. I’m a sucker for rent boys/porn industry stories and this hit the spot wonderfully! I really loved Andy and Ty together.

The sexy times were sweet and then hot! I’m really anxious to get to this author’s other porn industry book!

A definite must read!!”

“I just love this writer, she is a dear friend. This storyline was well written and I loved each page. I wish it had gone on longer too damn short!!”

So what did I think?

This wasn’t what I was expecting. I thought Andy would fall for Ty. After all, you always remember the person who took your virginity, so to read about a porn star come rent boy falling for the shy twink was nice and refreshing. Lily’s writing flowed well for me. She combined a nice mix of sweet and hot but neither guy came across as needy or desperate. I would have like a bit more character depth but it’s a good short story you can read while having a cuppa. I’ll definitely be reading more from Lily.

About the Author:

Lily G. Blunt writes contemporary gay romance and erotica. She loves to explore the relationship between two men and the intensity of their physical and emotional attraction. Angst often features in her stories as she feels this demonstrates the depth of the men’s feelings for each other. Lily is forever writing imaginary scenes and plots in her head, but only a few ever make it to the page—there never seems to be enough hours in the day despite having left the teaching profession to concentrate on her writing!

Lily discovered the wonderful world of m/m romance novels four years ago via fan fiction and went on to write stories in her spare time. With the encouragement of her friends and readers she decided to publish some of her work.

Lily has several self-published stories available on Amazon. She is also published with Torquere Press and Wayward Ink Publishing.

Easily distracted from her writing, Lily makes videos using clips from gay-themed movies and posts gorgeous pictures of men kissing or making out on her tumblr and Facebook pages. Lily is also an avid supporter of GLBTQ rights and advocates equality for all.

Lily lives in central England with her rather bemused husband, two twenty-something children, and a ‘mad as a bag of frogs’ Shetland Sheepdog.

Check out Lily’s other stories

via her Amazon Page or Wayward Ink Publishing.

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