Tuesday, May 7, 2019


Cock and Bull Story, a M/M shapeshifter romance by J. J. Collins, will be available from Evernight Publishing on Wednesday, May 8. Here's a blurb, and a sneak peek:

Tauro is a bull shifter. Forced to leave the pro wrestling ring, he works off his aggressions as a street fighter. Gallano is a cockerel shifter from a family of famous luchadores. When the irresistible cock meets the immovable bull, sparks are bound to fly … but only if they can fight their way past their own mutual stubbornness.

Contains M/M sex


He had nearly dozed off when he realized the raking claws had at some point turned into fingers. He peered one-eyed over his shoulder. Gallano’s human face grinned back at him. “Ah, there you are. Care to join me? There’s a lot less of you to pamper in your human form.” He danced his fingers down Tauro’s spine. “Though not by much.”
Tauro hesitated. In bull form, he had a definite size and weight advantage over a human Gallano. He could drive the man off his farm and settle the matter for good. But those hands were hard to argue with. Against his better judgment, he nevertheless morphed himself back into his human self.
Immediately Gallano moved his hands upward, to knead his neck and shoulders. The smaller man cooed at him, pleased. “Yes. So very much better.”
Of course they both were naked now. Tauro stole a glance at him, and was surprised to discover the cockerel bore a mighty fine spear—bigger than he’d expected, with a cap like an arrowhead and mouth-tempting thickness. Perhaps he wouldn’t need to look for a stallion after all.
No. He dare not encourage the pushy little bird. What was he thinking?
He was thinking it had been a long time since a man had stirred his desires. His own great bullish beast began to inflate beneath him, as if it sensed the opportunity.
Unexpectedly, Gallano moved and rolled Tauro onto his back. Taken by surprise, he had no chance to resist. Gallano crowed in excitement. “Ah! There’s the beauty I spoke of last night. So huge! Are all bulls hung so magnificently? I’ve been missing out.” He reached for Tauro’s dick.
Tauro slapped his hand away. “Behave yourself. Are all you chickens so grabby?”
“He who hesitates loses the worm. Or something like that.” He folded his arms on Tauro’s belly, rested his chin on them and stared wistfully at Tauro’s rigid member. “That’s no worm. That’s an anaconda. I know bears who would weep and gnash their teeth to own a dick like that.” He sighed. “And you won’t let me touch it. Such a loss. I suppose I must kill myself now.” He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye with a finger.
“Don’t be so melodramatic. It’s only a bit of flesh.”
“That’s far more than a bit.”
“Still only flesh.” Tauro fought to keep a devil’s grin off his face. “Nine thick inches of sweet, randy meat that would split you like a chicken breast. You couldn’t even swallow the head without choking. Perhaps you’d rather try one of the goats. They’re closer to you in size.” And get chased from the field by Billzebub. That would be something to see.
Gallano made a disgusted face at him. “Hump animals? Are you mad? What do you take me for? It won’t split my hand if I touch it.”
“You couldn’t wrap your fingers around it.”
“That sounds like an invitation.” He reached again for Tauro’s cock, this time with his eyes on Tauro’s, waiting for a no or go ahead.
Tauro found the urge to stop him waning. He had to admit he was curious—what the man’s hand would feel like, whether he actually could get his fingers around it. What Gallano’s tongue and lips could do to his eager beef stick. How it would feel to have Gallano’s surprisingly hefty cock spearing his mouth, or his ass. Would he taste like chicken?

Monday, May 6, 2019

Almost Forgot

You'd think I wouldn't have missed this, especially with Avengers: Endgame breaking box-office records left and right, and Free Comic Book Day happening on May 4, which was also Star Wars Day (May the Fourth be with you!). But His Super Neighbor, J. J. Collins's tribute to comic books and the people who create them, has been picking up excellent reviews over on Goodreads. It's an M/M romance about finding true love right in your backyard. Or front yard, especially if the hot guy across the street is outside mowing his lawn. No actual superfolk, but there's a man who creates magic with a pencil and paper, and true heroics abound. You can find it here at


Coming Wednesday, May 8: the release of Cock and Bull Story! I'll post an excerpt tomorrow.

Monday, April 22, 2019

Coming Soon

Check it out - artwork for J. J. Collins's latest release, Cock and Bull Story. No release date yet, but when I get one you'll hear about it.

One thing that struck me funny: The bull shifter in the story has a red coat, so his silhouette on the cover probably should have been red and the rooster's black. Except a picture of a "red bull" might violate a certain energy drink's trademarked logo. We romance writers had enough problems a while ago just for having the word "cock" in our titles. I don't need to start another fight.

As for the storage facility in my local area that's openly using the stylized Superman "S" logo in its company name... Somebody really should warn them before the wrath of Time-Warner rains down upon them like chunks of kryptonite.

Monday, December 17, 2018

Merry Christmas to All

And to all a bad sweater. It wouldn't be Christmas without the annual holiday tribute to Supernatural. Looks like Jensen landed on the naughty list. (snicker) See you next year, everybody!

Monday, December 10, 2018


Work on the series is progressing. Slowly, in fits and starts, but I’m getting there. Pity I’m writing Book 3. Ideally, when you write a series, you start with Book 1 and then write the sequels in order, building the world/plot as you go. That’s how most people go about writing a series, but I’m a pantser, so all bets are off. Don’t try this at home.

To recap: I’ve loosely plotted out my storyline and figured I need at least eight books. I came up with a ninth, but that was an accident. Pantsers have those a lot. I’m also writing the books out of order. My plan is to amass a backlog of at least four books before I market the first. Exceedingly slow writer, remember? It’s single books but one connected story, so I’d like to release a book a month to avoid huge gaps between episodes. Writing a couple of volumes in advance will give me a cushion in case I hit problems down the road.

That right there is a grave mistake. It proceeds from the assumption that I’ll be able to place Book 1 with a publisher, and that Book 1 will sell enough copies to warrant a Book 2. If neither of those happens, I’m dead in the water without ever leaving the harbor.

If you want to write a series, fine. Knock yourself out. Fill up notebooks and flash drives with your notes, plot points, character sketches and manuscripts. But if you want to sell a series, especially to a traditional publisher, all you need to write—all you should write, at this point—is Book 1. Don’t write it as a series book, either. Your Book 1 should be as stand-alone as possible. You can leave loose threads dangling, but nothing major. There should be a beginning, a middle, and end to the story you tell in Book 1, just in case the publisher decides they’re not interested in Book 2. You’ll save yourself a lot of time, trouble and heartache that way.

Think of this in terms of TV series. Book 1 is your pilot episode. You produce the pilot as a marketing tool to attract a buyer. This is my premise, these are the characters, here are the types of stories I’ll be telling over the course of a season. Nobody in their right mind would film thirteen episodes and then try to market the entire thing, not unless their name was Steven Spielberg. Maybe not even then; the last TV show he produced didn’t do so well. Most pilots don’t even get filmed unless there’s interest (and money) to begin with. Even with interest, most filmed pilots don’t get picked up. You write your Book 1, your pilot episode, and then you shop it around…but not as a series. Although it’s okay to tell the publisher or agent, “This could have series potential.”

Because TV series do get cancelled. Some never make it to the end of their first-season run. Ratings are bad so the network pulls the plug and the story ends in the middle, never to be finished. This happens with books as well. Sales could drop off after Book 3 and the publisher could nix a Book 4. Or Book 1 could sell poorly. Or never sell at all. I once wrote a stand-alone book that triggered ideas for sequels set in the same milieu. I was standing by, all set to write them should there be a demand. Sales of that first book showed me there wasn’t, so I moved on to other things. You need to be prepared to do the same.

Think about Harry Potter. It’s hard not to, I know. Rowling may have conceived and plotted out an entire series, but what she wrote and took to market was a single book, with the characters defined and the premise, including the bad guy and conflict, clearly laid out. It told a single story, too, although there was clearly plenty of room for expansion in the world she’d created. It was the opening chapter in a much larger tale, while at the same time being a complete episode on its own. Had there never been a Harry Potter Book 2, readers of Book 1 would still have come away with a satisfying reading experience.

There are exceptions and extenuating circumstances, of course. If you’re going to self-publish, you can write and upload as many books as you want, for as long as you want. In my case, I have to go through an e-publisher first, because my series is a spinoff of books I published through them. I’m using concepts and characters they still own publishing rights to, so they get right of first refusal. If they don’t want Book 1, or decide to drop the series in the middle, I’ll be free to self-pub the remainder.

It all depends on your contract. There are tales of writers who signed multibook deals only to have publishers pull the plug while still retaining rights to the books already published, meaning the writer couldn’t continue or even finish the series. If you’re going to go the traditional route, get an agent or a lawyer and read the goddamn contract. Every version. After all, the point is to get your story out there. All of it. Correct?

It all begins with Book 1. Which I’m not writing at the moment. I’m working on Book 3 because Book 1 is stalled. I should go write some standalones and work on the series on the side. I haven’t even written the first book yet, so all of this is moot. Maybe I’ll just go read Harry Potter again.

Friday, November 30, 2018

Up, Up, and Away

It's here! His Super Neighbor is now available at Evernight Publishing, Amazon, Bookstrand, and probably Barnes and Noble. I didn't look over there yet. Hope  Lon doesn't sue over his portrayal in the scene set at the comic book store. Sorry, dude. By the by, Curt really does have a Batman costume, and he looks damn good in it, too. Take that, all you would-be Caped Crusaders.

Cullen Braithwaite has two obsessions—a massive crush on Grant Guthrie, his handsome neighbor across the street, and drawing comic books. Grant has one obsession—protecting his ten-year-old nephew from his sister’s abusive ex. The two meet and romance blossoms. Then Cullen draws Grant into a comic book story, publicly exposing him to a dangerous stalker. With real-life evil closing in, one of them will have to learn to unleash his inner hero.

Be Warned: m/m sex

you can get it here


The moment they stepped into the bedroom, Grant got hit with the double whammy of racing heart and racing brain. He wanted a clear head for this. He didn’t want Cullen thinking he considered him a casual fuck. The time had come to kick this single life shit to the curb and settle down with the right man. After that fanfuckingtastic blowjob, he’d been ready to propose right then and there, but what little remained of his rational brain urged caution. He didn’t want to move too fast or too recklessly, and maybe send Cullen screaming back across the street.

Then he looked down into Cullen’s eyes and all his fears disappeared. Their blue had darkened to a navy ring around his enormous pupils. And that voice he’d used in the living room, deep and dark and hoarse with passion—no, his man wasn’t going anywhere.

He had his shirt off and draped over a chair in the corner before he noticed Cullen still hovered in the doorway. Dammit. Grant didn’t want to lose the momentum they’d started in the other room. He’d better make a move before his dream date’s feet got any colder.

He returned to the doorway and slid his arms around Cullen’s waist. His lips blazed a nibbling trail down Cullen’s throat to his shirt collar. Seeing—and feeling—the effect his bare chest was having on the smaller man, Grant deliberately rubbed up against him. His fly was still open. To his surprise his cock was already showing signs of randy life again, in spite of its recent exertions. Perhaps it sensed Cullen’s, twitching behind the thin barrier of his slacks. Great heads thinking alike.

“I thought we were doing this,” he murmured against Cullen’s throat.

Cullen peered beyond his shoulder. “Your room. It’s … clean.”

“Yeah, I’m the neatnik in the family. Marti takes a more I’ll-get-to-it-when-I-get-to-it approach. Helps when you have a kid.”

“I’m not complaining,” Cullen said quickly. “I was expecting, I don’t know, a den of iniquity or something.”

“Seriously? My ten-year-old nephew stays here. Iniquity got kicked to the curb a while ago. On the other hand…” That spot just behind Cullen’s ear looked incredibly tempting. He leaned in to lick at it, and heard Cullen’s breath catch. “Rudy isn’t staying here tonight. I’d say some iniquity’s in order.”

By now Cullen was rubbing back—against his cheek, against his naked chest, especially against his crotch. The man was practically purring. Or was that a growl? Grant’s blood quickened with excitement, and his cock gave a definite leap. Here was his horny little slut-man from the living room, all wound up and ready to go. Those still waters of his ran deeper than the Marianas Trench, and Grant couldn’t wait to dive in.

“What are you still doing in your clothes?” he said roughly.

Cullen’s eyes were practically all pupil by now, and his voice had dropped into a Darth Vader register. “Waiting for you to take them off.”

Foreplay over. Let the games begin.

Sunday, November 25, 2018

Hey, Kids! Comics!

My writing buddy J. J. Collins just got the cover art files for her latest M/M release, His Super Neighbor, due out either this week or next from Evernight Publishing. I'll be back to plug it once I have a release date.

As a fan of comic books growing up (and still a reader today), I have to say I loved this book. As a fan of Those Two Guys on That Show (we all know who I mean, don't we? ;D) I got a kick out of Jen's sly references, knowing she's also a fan of both them and comics. Personally, assuming the show ever goes off the air, I'd love to see it continue as a comic book, a la Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Comics have the advantage of no budgetary restrictions, and characters who don't age.

JJ asked me to mention this book was not written as a tribute to Stan Lee. The book had been completed, subbed, accepted, and was in the editing stages when the news of Stan's passing was made public. This book is a love letter to comics in general, and Stan loved comics as much if not more so than any of us, so feel free to consider it a huge thank you to Stan the Man if you choose. Excelsior!