Cover Reveal | Dazzle Me


Back in 2015, I wrote a story… Beaten Track Publishing put together an anthology called Summer Bigger Than Others – A Summer Anthology. It was to be summery short stories, and most often I write dark, grey rainy autumn stories, or I write biting cold winter stories. 

Summer isn’t really my thing. 

I mean, living in Sweden, we’re deprived of sunlight, so spring and summer bring hope and a little bit of energy. This time of year, our vitamin D levels are scary low LOL 

But the bugs, and the frogs, and the sweating… *scrunches nose* 

Anthologies are always fun, though, so I wrote a story. Dazzle Me is now being re-released with JMS Books, and Tom likes tropical climates about as much as I do… 

It’ll be released on the first of May, but I have the cover. Do you want to see it? 



Tom and Santino’s anniversary is coming up, and Tom has a plan. He’s going to show Santino how much he means to him. The night will be magical.
Tom’s plan did not include a trip to Thailand. He doesn’t do aeroplanes, doesn’t do tropical climate, and he doesn’t do spas. Yet he finds himself without a stitch of clothing on a spa table, with a man he’s never met before while Santino is away on a business meeting.
This was not how it was supposed to go. Tom will do his best to live through the day so they can celebrate their anniversary when they get back to the hotel, but If Santino wanted him smooth and sparkly, couldn’t he have told him instead of booking him an appointment?

Note: Dazzle Me was first published as part of Summer Bigger Than Others – A Summer Anthology from Beaten Track Publishing.

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Sale | Eight Feet of Magic



This is a bit off season, but what are you gonna do? LOL 

Eight Feet of Magic is a crazy steampunk story I wrote back in 2017, and it’s about Yule. Or it’s not really about Yule as much as it’s about an insane trip in a steam-driven balloon ship to the Arctic Circle, but it takes place during December. 

JMS Books has this Publishing Partners program. JMS authors who also have self-published books are offered to put their books in the JMS shop among other sites you can’t get your books on as a self-pubbed author. Or maybe you can, but it’s hard.  

Anyway, I signed up Eight Feet of Magic for the Publishing Partners and it’ll now be available in the JMS shop, the Google Play shop, Bookstrand, and Dreame. It’ll still be available on all the retailers it’s been so far, so this is just extra. And since it’s a new book in the JMS shop, it’s 20% off for the coming week (in the JMS shop only). 


Hank held his breath as the sounds of the carol singers’ voices merged with the smog and faded into the dusk. It was the first Christmas songs he’d heard for the season, and it made him think of his mother. 

Demetrius dragged him to a narrow wooden door with flaking dark blue paint and rusting iron ferrules. Above, a ghost ship sign painted on a dried up board creaked every time the wind got hold of it. 

The Bold Ship. 

The words sent a shiver of recognition through him. He’d heard the name before, but how was that possible? He never came to these parts of London—no one in their right mind did. 

He slumped down in an attempt to make himself invisible, completely in vain—he had both his size and his velvet coat working against him. The dust of the streets had done nothing to mute the red colour. 

Hank had tried to stick to the shadows on the way here, but people kept staring at him no matter what. Barefoot children dressed in rags watched him with eyes wide enough for Hank to fear they’d fall out of their skulls. 

He blinked away the smoke hitting him in the face as he followed Demetrius into the grimy tavern. The low murmur stopped as he got a couple of steps inside, then he heard someone chuckle. Heat began climbing his neck, but he refused to blush. It had taken years to get it under a semblance of control. Wiping his sweaty hands on the soft velvet, he kept his gaze on Demetrius’s back. 

He’s over there.” Demetrius appeared unaware of the laughter spreading in the room and hurried towards the far corner. Hank filled his lungs with the sooty air and kept his back straight as he followed. Show no weakness. He had to duck at one point not to hit his head on a joist. 

It became darker the farther into the tavern they got, and Hank dared a breath of relief. At least his coat wouldn’t be visible from the entrance. He looked around the room before looking at the man Demetrius had stopped next to. When he did, he wished he hadn’t, he wished he’d stayed at home, and he definitely wished he’d worn his old rugged coat. 

The man’s dark eyes shone as he watched Hank. Something close to a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but Hank could tell it wouldn’t turn into a nice one. A dimple almost appeared on his right cheek, or maybe it was a muscle strain from keeping the sneer at bay. 

This is your seaman?” His voice was melodic, so melodic Hank almost missed the words. 

Yes, my son.” Demetrius nodded frantically, and Hank’s heart made a run for his throat. 


No one was listening to him. 

Good, good. I’ve always liked a sturdy man; I need someone big and strong on the ship.” 

Hank looked around, hoping against hope someone was standing behind him, and they weren’t talking about him. Several pairs of eyes were watching him with amusement. 

I’m no seaman.” 

The man cocked his head, making a long tress of black hair glide off his shoulder. “No seaman?” Then he glared at Demetrius. “A seaman was part of the deal.” 

He is your seaman. Tall and strong, good for heavy lifting. God knows it’s all he’s good for.” 

Hank’s stomach turned, but the usual nausea following Demetrius and Polly’s words halted when the man gave an annoyed huff. If he was annoyed with Hank’s stupidity or Demetrius for pointing it out, he didn’t know, but his gaze turned harder than before. 

Silence fell. It spread to the entire tavern and made Hank twitchy—grown men shouldn’t be twitchy. 

Finally, the man reached out over the table and offered Hank his hand. “I’m Captain Elazar Steel. What’s your name, lad?” 

Lad? Lad! The man must be ten years younger than Hank, and though he was still sitting down, he didn’t look like a big man. Hank couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, and it wasn’t until Demetrius elbowed him in the side he realised he hadn’t responded. 

Hank Goodenough…sir.” 

Captain.” Hank refrained from rolling his eyes. Dear Elazar didn’t seem to notice, though. 

Steampunk M/M Romance: 18.7k words

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Eight Feet of MagicThere is still magic to be found. Even in the bleakest of places.

Hank Goodenough has spent his entire life in the smoggy streets of London trying to keep his head down and not to get noticed. Not an easy feat when you’re the tallest one in the room and have a brass funnel protruding from your head. When he finds himself laid off work once again, his dad wants to drag him away on a crazy quest. Before he can figure out how to get out of it, he finds himself on a steam-driven airship in search of Odin, the old Norse God and sharing a room with Captain Elazar Steel, a man strutting around on one high-heeled boot and one peg leg.

Steel doesn’t care that the winks, smiles, and small touches he and Hank share might get them hanged once they land on the ground again. He is determined to show Hank there is magic in the world and that there is no better place to be than on his balloon ship steering towards the Arctic Circle.

Release Day | The Egg Hunt

Release-DayIt’s released day! Or re-release day. The Egg Hunt was once Once in a Forest. It was once a Nortown story, but now it’s an Up North story. It’ll all work out in the end, I’m sure 😀 

Happy Easter! It’s Easter in Nortown too. Jason is there to visit his friend, Aiden, only he never told them he’d bring his dog. There is some tumult and then Biscuit, the dog, runs off into the woods.  

In the woods, Tom is working on felling some trees. He doesn’t see the dog, but when Jason comes by, he takes him to the village. Tom doesn’t really understand how he ended up in the situation, but Jason is spending Easter in his house. 

Jason is a bit of an arse, but he likes Tom, and Nortown has a calming effect on him. When Tom isn’t threatening him with a doctor’s visit, that is. 



With Jason out of the kitchen, Tom took a deep breath and tried to relax. It shouldn’t be so hard. Sure, Jason was gorgeous in a city-pretty kind of way, but Tom could control himself. And all the teasing was just teasing. Jason didn’t know he was gay. Unclenching his fists, Tom opened another beer and started clearing the table. 

He’d go to bed soon; once he was sure Jason was all right, he’d retreat into his room. Tomorrow, he’d go to Aiden, say he only wanted a short massage, and then he’d swing by John’s and drop the leash in his letterbox. Then he’d come back home and not see a soul until Easter was over and Jason had gone home. 

With a sigh, he remembered he had to help Jen with the egg hunt. He actually liked helping, it was fun. The tiredness wanting to drag him under would pass, and Easter Sunday would be great. He wondered how much money had been donated this year, and how many eggs Jen had bought. The jar in the café filled up fast, because everyone in town was keen on keeping the tradition alive. The only downside was how long it took if Jen bought eggs with the full amount. Tom feared it would take hours. 


Now what? If he was naked in there, Tom would throw him out and he could sleep in his car. He strode towards the bathroom, not even hesitating to yank the door open. “What?” 

The growl died on his tongue as he realised Jason was already in the tub. He was naked, all right. The water was clear, and Tom fought to keep his eyes averted from the fine hair sprinkled over Jason’s chest, his clearly defined top abs… He snapped his gaze up to Jason’s face before the temptation to follow the string of hairs on his belly downwards became too great. The colour had drained from Jason’s face, and his eyes were once again wide. Tom forgot all about defined chests and bare bits. 

“I…erm…” Jason held up his right hand for Tom to see. The bandage was soaked in deep-red blood. 

“Shit. We need to get you to a doctor.” Tom reach for a towel, ready to help Jason out of the water. 

“No.” He shook his head in short, almost frantic movements. 

“Come on, Jason. If we can’t stop the bleeding, we need to let a doctor see it.” 

“No, I’m not going.” 

“Don’t be a baby. This is dangerous shit.” Tom hadn’t thought it possible, but Jason paled further. 

“I can’t.” The whisper was hardly audible, and something began to ache inside of Tom. 

“What are you afraid of?” 

“I’m not afraid!” The short puffs of air and the white-knuckled grip Jason had on the bathtub’s lip told him otherwise. 

“Is it blood?” 

“No one likes blood.” 

Tom shrugged. There were probably quite a few who did, but it was hardly a discussion he was getting into now. “Doctors?” 

“I’m not afraid of doctors!” 

“Great. Let’s go, then. I see an evening filled with blood and doctors, but since you aren’t afraid of either of those, we’ll be fine.” 

Jason still didn’t move. 

“Jason, I’m serious. We need to go see someone.” 

“I can’t.” Jason wouldn’t meet his eyes, and he didn’t move from the bathtub. 


“I just can’t, okay? No hospitals or health centres.” 

Tom tugged a little on his beard. He had to get Jason to a doctor. The wound had been bleeding for hours now. It needed stitching, or glueing, or whatever they did with wounds in the middle of the hand. 

“You’re on the run from someone?” 

“What? No!” 

“Then you have to give me a good reason for not carrying your naked arse out to the car right now.” 

“I…I…it’s the needles.” 

“We don’t even know if there will be any.” Though Tom was pretty certain there would be. “Maybe they’ll glue it.” 

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the egg huntJason has one rule when it comes to holidays — work his shift behind the bar and then find a willing body to distract himself with. One night is long enough to satisfy his needs and still walk away with his heart intact. It has worked out fine for most of his adult life, but this Easter, he’s trying something new. He’s leaving the city to visit his friend Aiden, who recently moved in with his boyfriend in the middle of nowhere, but one unfortunate incident leaves Jason without a place to sleep.

Tom doesn’t just not do relationships, he rarely does hook-ups, either, and never too close to home. Living on his own without attachments is easier than having the whole town knowing about him. As the holiday approaches, his lonely house grows even quieter than normal — at least until his friend Tristan dumps an arrogant bartender in his lap.

As soon as Jason lays eyes on the gruff lumberjack whose home he’ll be sharing, he knows who’ll warm his bed for the weekend and help chase away any pending holiday gloom. Too bad Tom doesn’t want to get with the program. As much as he wants to let Jason close, he won’t risk outing himself for a weekend fling. Will Jason trust Tom not to break his heart if he stays longer than a couple of days? Will Tom value their relationship higher than the town gossip?