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…
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…
The Erotic Language of Men’s Feet There are love letters hiding in a man’s feet. You just have to get low enough to read them. We talk about hands, yes. The way they grip, cradle, press.Jawlines, of course. The cut…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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