Category: He’s Bewitched

Michael Vick Cancels Book Signing; Joan Rivers’ Lesbian Kiss; "He’s Bewitched"

In an unfortunate turn of events, football star, Michael Vick, canceled his book signing schedule and a book tour that would take him to Atlanta, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania. Whether or not he will be signing books in other states is unclear.

The reason for the cancellation was that Vick has allegedly received death threats that stem from his involvement with dog fighting. After serving time in prison for this he’s been outspoken about his mistakes, rectifying his mistakes, and he’s supported the Humane Society. The book he wrote is titled, “Finally Free,” and the canceled book signings were to be held in Barnes & Noble stores.

Vick spokesman Chris Shigas said the threats, first reported by McManus, were “very disturbing.” Since his release from prison, Vick has spoken publicly at Humane Society events. ”We understand that a lot of people out there will never forgive him,” Shigas said (via’s Les Bowen). “But at what point do we say a line has been crossed?”

We’re living in interesting times. I’m a dog owner, one is a rescue. I’ve been involved with local Humane Society organizations since I was in high school…before it became the chic thing to do. I have never been to a dog fight, I know nothing about dog fights, and I don’t plan to ever know anything about dog fights. But I do think it’s interesting that people who are so concerned about dogs and keeping them safe from harm would threaten the life of a human being. If there’s something humane in that, I’m missing it. It would be nice to see a follow up on this, and to learn that whoever made these death threats was found and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

Joan Rivers’ Lesbian Kiss

I wrote a post once about how I sometimes find it offensive when comedians joke about gays in a way that promotes the same old stereotypes, and that gay men aren’t pet poodles for straight women. However, I’m not without a sense of humor and I often laugh at these jokes if they’re done right. I have many friends who are straight women and they don’t treat me like a pet poodle. I even make these myself sometimes…I’m all for self-deprecation. I write erotic romance and if you can’t laugh at sex sometimes what’s the point? Sometimes sex is funny.

Recently, Joan Rivers had a scene on her reality show, “Joan Knows Best,” where she kissed a lesbian, and this time she nailed it. Not only did she redeem herself, she did it with humor and the attitude that there’s no shame at all in a lesbian kiss.

Joan Rivers’ self proclaimed “lesbian” kiss and Rivers’ Costco book ban dominates the new season of Joan Knows Best premiere tonight on WETV. Joan Rivers makes out with a lesbian in a on-screen kiss tonight.

You can read more here.

The underlying message here is shame. Once you take the shame away from being gay there’s nothing left to worry about. And Joan Rivers did it with comedy this time.

He’s Bewitched

Being that “He’s Bewitched” has been on the bestseller list again at Ravenous Romance, I thought I’d post an excerpt that’s never been published before for free. As readers, we do get good excerpts at places like, but I think readers like more sometimes. So I try to pick out interesting things in the book and do them here on the blog.

This is a scene from the book where the main characters are taking a road trip in a vintage 1962 Lincoln Continental to Provincetown….as some gay friends I know refer to it: The Holy Land. A good deal of this book was written with parody and sarcasm and it wasn’t meant to be taken as seriously as other books I’ve written (thank you to one book reviewer, Gerry Burnie, who got it a long time ago). But I did make a few points I feel strongly about. And all the sex scenes at the infamous dick dock are based on experience. There are those who would lead us to believe there is no dick dock in P’town. They are lying.

They left Manhattan after eating large breakfasts in a crowded restaurant in the West Village. Michelle directed him out of the city, along the busy Henry Hudson Parkway. She wore a white cotton dress, and her hair was pulled back in a French twist; a few thin strands fell from the sides and blew back because the top was down. Eloise’s tight, sprayed hair never moved, but she wore a scarf anyway. She sat up front with Brett. In the backseat were Rhys, Michelle and Tag. The little designer dog carrier sat between them in front of the rear fold-down arm rest. “Watch the signs for the Merritt Parkway, Brett,” Michelle said. “I will,” said Brett. He’d been driving this route all his life and knew all the short cuts to Cape Codby then.

He wasn’t speaking much that morning. He was concentrating on how well Michelle and Rhys seemed to be getting along in the back seat. While they laughed and joked about a book they’d both read, he watched the road and hunched forward to change lanes. Michelle’s face was animated and bright, and her arms, waving around in the rear view mirror, went up every time Rhys said something clever and funny.

There were times when he felt guilty about his relationship with Michelle. They were as close as brother and sister, but sometimes he felt as if he’d let her down. She would have been the perfect fag hag if only he’d been the flamboyant, limp-wrist type who loved chick flicks and shopping. But his idea of shopping was walking into a store and buying the first outfit he saw on display so he could get out fast. And his idea of a good movie was usually an action adventure film starring Bruce Willis. When they saw “Brokeback Mountain” together (she’d dragged him there), she was so excited that a gay film had finally hit the mainstream she couldn’t stop bouncing and chattering in the ticket line. And he just stood there and smiled, nodding his head and agreeing with everything she said. And after the movie, when she’d raved about how well they’d treated the subject, he smiled too. But he didn’t agree with her. He saw fatal, fundamental flaws that only a gay man would notice.

The Merritt Parkway was smooth and simple. But I95 North was stocked with traffic when they reached New Haven. The endless road construction was still going on. In the afternoon sun, you could see waves of heat rippling up from cars; an impatient idiot in a large SUV kept dodging in and out of lanes. It was stop and go for a ten mile stretch, and after that you could barely do 50 miles per hour. So Brett got off 95 and took a short cut up I395 North toward Providence.

When he finally passed through Providenceand reached The Fall River Bridge in Massachusetts, he took a deep breath and sighed. Depending on conditions, The Cape was usually a four or five hour drive from New York. And when he reached Fall River, the trip always seemed to go faster. He knew he was close to the bottom of The Cape; he could actually smell the salty, ocean air. He’d never actually been in Fall River, but he loved it just the same because it meant he was almost home.

Then halfway across The Fall River Bridge the rear end of the car started to bounce and wobble. It was the same bouncing that had happened in Maryland when the tire had gone flat in Martha Falls, but now it was even worse. Eloise had been dozing. She jumped up and pressed her palm to her throat. He slowed down and inched to the far left lane. Good thing the left lane was closed for construction work (even though there didn’t seem to be any work going on), because the old Lincoln didn’t have automatic flashing lights. Thankfully, it was safe there and they wouldn’t slow down the flow of traffic.

Review for He’s Bewitched by Gerry Burnie

I was looking through old blog posts last night and I noticed that I never posted this review for HE’S BEWITCHED. This book has already sold many copies and I haven’t promoted it in a long time. But I’m doing it now, and mainly because Gerry Burnie “got” what I was trying to do with this book. And when that happens, I can’t tell you how good it makes any author feel.

Here’s one quote I love: A campy little story not really intended to be taken seriously, and if read in this context it’s a fun read

I don’t believe all fiction should be deep and serious, especially not a m/m romance where readers are looking for something fun and something that will help them escape all their own problems. And if someone is buying an erotic romance I find it almost unethical not to add plenty of sex scenes. Readers are buying the book partly because of the sex scenes, and nothing bothers me more than an erotic romance without enough sex. That’s what I tried to do with this book. AMERICAN STAR is another example of a campy, satirical look at the pop culture TV show, American Idol. And if you read People Magazine…or just glance through last week’s section about Ashton Kutcher’s escapades…you’ll see how absolutely ridiculous pop culture can sometimes be.

Here’s a link to the entire review for HE’S BEWITCHED. I’m not going to say anything else because the review says it best.

It’s definitely not a Pulitzer Prize contender, and from that perspective I wasn’t at all disappointed.

HE’S BEWITCHED Hits Top Ten List on…An LGBT Book No Less..

This morning someone told me that HE’S BEWITCHED hit the top ten list on To be honest, I’m not exactly sure what that means in numbers. But I do know that a lot people are reading e-books, and allromanceebooks gets a lot of new customers every day.

PRETTY MAN was in the top ten for a while last year, too. And now HE’S BEWITCHED. The thing I like most about this is that these are both LGBT books, and I never thought I’d see the day when LGBT books hit any top ten lists that were geared toward everyone. There are a lot of other LGBT books, written by other authors, in the top ten list at allromance, too. They are mixed in with all kinds of romances that aren’t LGBT. I think that says something very good about where LGBT books are going in general.

The Provincetown Dunes…

I write about the dunes in Provincetown more than once in HE’S BEWITCHED. And that’s because, as far as I’m concerned, there’s no place more beautiful on the east coast. It’s not easy to get there. You have to trek through wet sand, small rocks, broken seas shells and sea grass for what feels like miles. And you do it on foot. You have to walk around the plants for environmental reasons, which makes the walk even harder. And it’s usually done on hot summer days when the sun is shining in full force. But I’ve also walked all the way out to the light house on cold January days. And it doesn’t matter what time of year I do it, because it’s always worth the effort. So I thought I’d share an excerpt from HE’S BEWITCHED from one of the scenes that involves the dunes.

A few minutes later, they locked their bikes to a public bike rack on the side of the road. It was already jammed with other bikes. Men passed by them and crossed through an uphill path that led to the unmarked entrance of the dunes; it was a shortcut. You could walk from Herring Cove Beach, but most guys cut across from the path. When the backpack was over Rhys’ shoulders, he reached down and held Brett’s hand. Then he pulled him to the path and they headed out to the dunes behind three young guys who kept turning back to stare at them.

They both wore athletic shoes. The sand was deep and soft and awkward. You had to watch for broken shells and stones. When you stepped down your feet tended to slip and slide and you had to concentrate on your footing. Brett hated walking in deep sand, and that’s why he didn’t go to the dunes very often. He wished he could have snapped his fingers and gone there without walking, but Rhys didn’t seem to mind at all. His long, athletic legs crossed through sand and stones effortlessly; he held Brett’s hand the entire time without missing a step. Brett had to practically jog to keep up with him. He didn’t want to complain, but his legs felt like they were tied to cinder blocks and he thought he looked like a donkey stuck in mud.

When they finally reached the ocean, Rhys suggested they climb to the top of the dunes and search for a private area. (Brett wanted to stop and rest; his feet were killing him.) There was a long, flat beach on the other side of the dunes, but Rhys didn’t want to sit with everyone else. So they continued walking toward the lighthouse at the end, passing small, private areas that resembled pods where other men had settled. The sun was hot, but there was a breeze coming from the bottom of the cape. The sage green grasses blew toward town; they were careful not to step on the precious, endangered plants.

Book Launch…"He’s Bewitched"

Today is the launch day for a new book I wrote titled, “He’s Bewitched.” I’ll post more about it later this week, with a few excerpts, but for now the back cover copy is below.

Brett Samson is a young warlock who longs to be just like everyone else. His only dream in life is to fall in love with the right man and live happily-ever-after. But he becomes disillusioned with everything when his latest lover breaks off their relationship. Realizing he may never be able to live a normal, mortal life, he takes off on a road trip to Cape Cod in a vintage Lincoln convertible, with his best friend and cousin, Michelle, his outrageous little dog, Tag, and his faltering witch of a grandmother, Eloise.

Rhys Phillips, a handsome young man living with a werewolf curse, is hitching to New York to find an alchemist who can remove the curse, when he meets Brett at a small filling station in Maryland. When Brett and his family are forced to spend the night in a small motel because of a flat tire, he and Rhys start out as buddies bunking together in the same room. But the next morning Brett wakes up with handsome Rhys pinned to his back, a broken bed frame and sexy bruises on the back of his legs.

Brett, Rhys, and the rest of the family, including the remarkable dog, embark on a summertime journey that takes them to the magical tip of Cape Cod, where they all discover the meaning of true love. Can they conquer their fears, learn how to deal with a sinister dark witch, and wind up finding the normal lives they’ve been craving?