Cut and Run Series

I recently introduced a good friend to the M/M Cut and Run series by Abigail Roux. She’s a writer–one with a very popular series–but she hadn’t read a lot of erotic books with bisexual characters before she’d picked up my first two Kithran novellas. In fact, she hadn’t read a (doesn’t this feel like it should be an?) m/m/f menage book at all before and she just loved them. She’s still one of my biggest fans, which is fun. But we’ve become friends now.

(BTW, she was so inspired, she’s now written a wonderful contemporary m/m/f menage! Seriously, it’s good.)

So, we’re chatting and I’m telling her that I truly love this Cut and Run series. I reread the books…even joined a Goodreads group for their fans. She gave the first a try about two weeks ago. She’s in the reread stage already. There are 8 books out. Ten and a novella if you count the spinoff series, which I do. The emails have been hilarious and I’ve been called evil for introducing her to the illness.

Good times.

But I’m thrilled. Thrilled that I helped a reader discover a new series to love. So, I thought I’d throw up a blog post to my readers who may not have discovered the books yet.

You can check out the books, see reviews and reading order here. And um…welcome to the sickness!

Living in the Real World & Some Great Reviews

Some authors feel we should keep some of the behind-the-scene realities away from readers, some share everything–some even share too much, in my opinion. LOL. I’m sort of somewhere in the middle. But, I also feel readers deserve to know whats going on when a series they love abruptly slows down. I had to do that with both The Kithran Regenesis and Crux Survivors.

But they certainly are NOT over.

I’m always hoping that something will breathe some life into these series, which is why I’m happy when new reviews pop up. I absolutely LOVE writing these books and the last one in Kithra, REDEMPTION,  will be another long and emotional roller-coaster like ORIGIN. The next Crux Survivors is already partially written and it will be the same.

I had to set these aside because there just aren’t enough readers for them. When we spend the months writing, revising, editing, and promoting and a book doesn’t pass a couple hundred in sales, the writer is basically going into the hole. It would be cool if we could write books without having to worry about income, but that’s not living in the real world. And unfortunately, a lot of the real world still feels it’s okay to share e-copies of our books online. I’ve actually seen a book that has only sold 200 copies get downloaded illegally more than that on one site alone. It’s heartbreaking, but this is an ongoing battle that will hopefully end in a solution before a lot of really talented authors have to quit giving us the stories we love. As you can see, I’m a reader, too. Big time. This worries me from that standpoint as well.

But as for my two sexy series with Samhain–these are heavy niche stories. Space opera, m/m/f menage (mostly), post-apocalyptic… So, the readership is already going to be small. I do believe, however, there are more readers out there who might enjoy them. It’s just a visibility issue. That’s why I get pretty excited when a new reviewer finds some joy in my stories and shares.

Recently, Red Hot Books has reviewed all four of the books so far in The Kithran Regenesis, so I’m sharing the last one. I really enjoyed writing Origin–loved that I made the book more than twice as long as the first. It gave me the opportunity to really delve into the characters. Seemed this reviewer agreed.


The best thing fans of a series can do is help spread the word. Put out reviews–especially at Amazon, blog about the books, tweet. It’s word of mouth that gives a series life. So thanks to all the readers who have done this with my books. You guys rock!

Surprise- Snippet in the Rough

Crux Survivors #3 has no title yet. I’ve always come up with titles fast in my books and this one is being elusive. The story, however, is not. I have a feeling this is going to be the sexiest, most emotional Crux story yet. And today, I’m sharing a tiny rough draft snippet. Because I’m a tease. ;)

Log house










Cad’s hair slid forward. He’d let the blond strands grow out even more—they touched his shoulders now—and the sun had put light streaks throughout. Tripp couldn’t see his expression, could only see those pouting lips and something took him over, something he never would have expected. He ducked his head, looked up into the shadow of Cad’s face, darkened by that fall of hair on either side. “What’s going on with you, huh?”

Cad shut his eyes, clenched his lips even more.

Even if he’d wanted to, Tripp couldn’t have stopped his next slight movement closer. Those lips called to him. Tightened his chest, sent blood south. He stared at Cad’s mouth and tried hard to back away. The guy had been through hell, had been forced to do things against his will. It had been some time ago, but Cad still sometimes made noises in his sleep–ones that awakened Tripp all the way across the room. Sounds that reminded him that Cad needed anything but Tripp’s messed up libido problems right now.

It took everything Tripp had to take two steps back. He put his palm on the log wall of the cabin, closed his eyes tight and tried to reign in the harsh breaths that had taken over his lungs. He’d grabbed Mac and kissed her, knowing what she’d gone through, and had felt the fires of guilt ever since. He still wondered if that kiss had made her take off that last day at Cad’s farm. And now, he wanted to kiss Cad. Wanted to run his tongue over that full bottom lip, wanted to put his fingers on the new muscles revealed by the ridiculously ripped T-shirt.

Since when did he want to make out with his best friend?

“Tripp?” Cad’s voice, hesitant, deep and velvety, brushed over him.

“Just wait, okay?” Tripp didn’t mean to sound harsh as he turned away from Cad and leaned on the warm wood. The sun beat down on the top of his head, not helping to lessen the heat tearing up his insides all of the sudden. He needed an outlet for this surge of sexual need he’d felt lately. Needed it badly. The only other single woman here at their home was Georgia and he just didn’t feel that way toward her.

Georgia, like Cad and yeah, Mac, had all been used against their will. But even if Georgia had given him the green light, had wanted to try something with him, it really wasn’t there for them. He’d seen the way she watched the other married couple, Lynn and Jake—seen them returning the looks. He’d walked in on them just last week, curled up together on the big couch in the family room, watching a movie, Lynn’s hand on Georgia’s thigh.

“I’m okay, Tripp. Sorry I worried you.” Cad’s fingers, hot and calloused from all the work lately, wrapped around his wrist.

Tripp sucked in a breath, closed his eyes tight. Maybe sharing this new cabin with Cad was a bad, bad idea.