This journal contains my football slash stories, and some personal ramblings about writing and life in general.
Please be aware of the (mature) content.

Don't  take any of my writing and post it in any way or form without my explicit permission.

I'm truly sorry I had to do this. Say a few words so I know you're a human being, aware of what this journal is about, and I'm happy to add you.

Got some new stuff out. That's why I'm doing a blog tour for the (co-written) A Weekend Unbound. It's M/M, it's heavy on the BDSM and kink, but doesn't lack scenes in which it's clear the characters really care about each other. And since it's a real novel, there's a printed and an e-book version available.
At the end I'm giving away a $50 gift card of choice to one lucky winner. Since I'll be using random.org, it'll be totally fair and random, so feel more than welcome to participate.
Take a look at my blog.

Also, I've got a bundle of short stories out that many of you might find veeery familiar. So if you feel like spending $099 (or something comparable in other valuta) on 10 stories about men and kink, realise the background and please be a good sport about it. On the other hand, it's been professionally edited, the cover is rather nice and be honest, what can you buy for 99 cents? Men, Love, Kink, that's what.

I promised myself I could write a Nagron ficlet as soon as I had finished a story and sent it to my editor. It's a tiny little double drabble, likely part of what might turn out as a portrait of a marriage.

(Also, Ravages is now available as paperback on Amazon, so I do have another reason to do something just for fun)

Fandom: Spartacus WotD

Pairing: Agron/Nasir

Disclaimer: I don’t own them

Rating: PG, if that

Summary: a short moment during a long journey

Word count: since this ficlet contains 200 words, I declare it a double drabble

Note: this might be considered one of any number of ficlets, drabbles etc forming a very loose patchwork.

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(In case my flisters missed it: Ravages is now on sale at Amazon. See this post and please leave a rating and perhaps even review if possible)

I'm keeping this post open for a while as not to force any passing by Nagron fan to friend me without being interested in my other stuff.

Okay, I admit, I have no idea what happened here. It's been ages since I played with another person's toys (RPS is a different sort of game) and since Agron and Nasir are as cannon as they come, it's not even slash in the classical meaning of the word. But hell if I don't get to write at least one fic about one of the very few m/m couples on TV shows that so far doesn't make me at least a bit sad or angry and disappointed yet another time. And that it is mainly aimed at straight young men makes it all the more special. You want the buckets (and yes, do take that literally) of blood? Then you get the sweet kisses and whispers of love been two male warriors as well. (and the fucking, of course, that too) And it's all in the open and no one gives a flying fuck.
Do I expect or even hope for a happy end for them? It's Spartacus, so no. Death is an equal opportunity fucker in that series and that's such a refreshing concept.

Title: Honour and position

Fandom: Spartacus: War of the damned

Pairing: Agron/Nasir aka Nagron

Disclaimer: sings softly “I don’t own them, they are not two of my many toys…”

Rating: NC-17

Summary: to Nasir freedom is more than just a matter of holding a sword in his hand

Word count: a bit over 1000

Feedback: it’s fandom’s coin, isn’t it? (but don’t feel guilty if you enjoy this in silence, I’m a bit of a professional lurker myself)

Note: my first nagron fic, just so you’re warned

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