Writing Queer Love Without Rules
Beyond the Triangle The first time I let myself want two people at once, I thought it was a failure of discipline. A crack in the monogamous armour I’d built over years of practice. The boy I loved wore eyeliner…
LGBTQ+ literary fiction bestseller: Rowan Thornwell breaks into Top 10
The Body Remembers Where Desire Lives Last night, I dreamed of Nico’s hands. Not as I wrote them, but as I knew them. The kind of memory that clings like sweat after a long run, salt-stung and intimate. He wasn’t…
The First Command — How Alaric Became Alaric
A Stay Tethered Exclusive Short Story Some nights, questions hang heavier in the air than smoke.And some answers — the real ones — don’t live in words.They live in the body.In memory.In surrender. One night, long after the world had…
Love With The Lights On
What Polyamory Isn’t You’ve seen the headlines. Heard the jokes. The loaded sighs. The questions posed like accusations:“Isn’t that just cheating with extra steps?”“Isn’t it just about the sex?”“Isn’t it just… a phase?” The keyphrase “what polyamory isn’t” has trailed…
Get Ready, Alaric Is Coming
MMF Erotic Romance Meets Tender Voyeurism Elias Mercer isn’t the same man he was in His, Theirs, Enough. He’s been claimed. Worshipped. Undone. But becoming visible has a cost. After an evening of exquisite surrender—public, witnessed, and impossibly raw—one woman…
The Many Mouths of Desire
On Pseudonyms, Alter Egos, and Writing with More Than One Name Writing with Pseudonyms and Alter Egos. There is no one body I write from. There never was. Only shifting skins, cracked mirrors, and the sweet ache of truth made…
On Polyamory
Not Needing to Be the Only One
Writing Elias (and the Small Things That Matter)
Writing a character with a small dick A love letter to the body that isn’t big—but is still enough Some characters arrive like storms.Loud. Demanding. All jawline and hunger.They don’t knock.They don’t wait.They just are—fully-formed—and dare you to catch up.…
Writing Through Emotional Grief
The Chapter That Sat in my Throat There are chapters you write with your hands.And then there are chapters that write you. Chapter Three of Yours, Theirs, Still—“Dusted Paint and Come”—was the latter. It wasn’t the most explicit. It didn’t…
Writing Sex That Means Something
Desire as Revelation There’s a quiet ache that lives in all of us—some call it longing, some call it shame. I write toward that ache. When I’m writing sex that means something, I’m not chasing choreography. Not really. Where the…
Literary Erotica Designed to Linger – The Prologue
The Depths He Commands Some beginnings come quietly—like water lapping against tile, like a man watching another without daring to touch. The prologue to His, Theirs, Enough invites you into a dream, one that belongs to Elias Mercer… but perhaps…
From the Navy to Naked Words: A Raw Confession About Writing His, Theirs, Enough
Releasing My Debut Erotic Novel It’s hard to put into words what it feels like to hold the first copy of His, Theirs, Enough in my hands. To know it’s out there—real, breathing, waiting to be devoured. After all the…