Category: the computer tutor

My Next Round of .99 Books on Amazon

My Next Round of .99 Books on Amazon

This is actually a continuation of the back listed titles I’ve been releasing with Ryan Field Press on Amazon all summer. Without going into detail because I’ve already posted many times about this, one of the small e-presses I worked with went out of business and I was left with over thirty titles that didn’t have a home. So I decided to re-release them all on Amazon as .99 e-books.

Tomorrow I’m posting about another small e-press that recently went out of business. So if you are an author with a small press, think about your future and always have an alternative plan just in case something like this happens to you. I didn’t see it coming. But thanks to the fact that I’d already established Ryan Field Press and I already have several indie novels out, I did have a back up.

Skater Boy (link)

Sir, Yes Sir (link)

The Computer Tutor (link) This one is a novella, about 30,000 words.

Unmentionable: The Men Who Loved on the Titanic (link) Edwardian Historical

Jolly Roger (link) Originally pubbed in an anthology by Alyson Publications ten years ago.

Unpublished Excerpt from The Computer Tutor

I’ll be around for the next week working and blogging, but it might be sporadic. I’m finishing up a new novel and when I’m not working regular hours the novel always comes first.

But I wanted to share an unpublished excerpt from The Computer Tutor. In this scene, the two main characters are getting to know each other, and one is showing the other how to bottle feed a newborn puppy.

If you celebrate the holidays, I hope you enjoy them. If you don’t, I hope you have a great weekend.

He placed the puppy up against his chest and
cradled it in his arm. “I never had to do this
before. Mindy is a great mom. She usually does
all the work.”

I smiled and lifted another pup out of the box.
“That’s the first time you’ve mentioned her name.”

“I’m sorry. It’s been so overwhelming. I’ve had
Mindy since she was eight weeks old.”

I handed him a baby bottle and said, “Don’t
worry, because you’re going to have plenty of
forms to fill out as soon as we’re finished feeding
these guys. You’ll be writing her name more than
you ever dreamed you would.”

He seemed willing and eager to listen to
everything I said about bottle-feeding newborn
pups…almost curious. When I told him it was
important to turn the baby bottle upside down
and be sure there was a slow drip instead of a
constant stream, he did exactly as told and asked
why. When I told him if there was a flowing stream
instead of a drip and that formula could get into
the puppy’s lungs and cause pneumonia, he
turned the bottle upside down and doublechecked
to be certain it wouldn’t harm the pup. I
explained small details about calorie intake and
how important it was to feed them every three
hours. And he listened, almost without blinking
at all. I was glad to see he wasn’t as stupid as I’d
thought he was. I was, also, glad the puppies were
easy to feed. I’d seen cases where they had to be
finger fed, which wasn’t easy.

By the time they were ready to be fed a second
time, Allan made the preparations and I watched
him do all the work. I wanted him to know what
to do when I wasn’t around. The first week in a
pup’s life is the most important week. It’s a good
thing all the pups were strong, even the so-called
runt, which was my personal favorite. They drank
the formula a second time without any problems,
which didn’t always happen.

Before we knew it, Christmas morning had
arrived. Hours had passed since Allan had first
brought Mindy into the clinic, and she seemed to
be doing very well in recovery. She even lifted her
head up the first time she saw Allan and licked
his hand. It tugged at my heart to watch him bend
over and rest his cheek against her neck. He’d
been so strong and stoic since he’d arrived, it was
as if a flood of emotion overtook him and came out
all at once. He cried so hard and so quietly, his
entire body shuddered. I turned in the other
direction and left him alone with Mindy for a few

Free Christmas E-book!!

For the past month or so everyone over at has been putting together a freebie for the holidays.

I’ve posted all the info below from the web site, and you can get there by clicking this link to download the free e-book.

An excerpt, from my new adult Holiday novella, THE COMPUTER TUTOR, is part of this. And I’d like to mention it’s an excerpt that’s never been published before. And, like all the excerpts in this free book, they are very hot and very steamy. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed. I’m downloading it myself later today and I’ll be reading it over the weekend.

Naughty And Nice – loveyoudivine anthology Free Read

Wishing our readers a very Happy Holiday Season and a very safe New Year.

Blurb: lyd Authors team up to put their sexiest best forward. Enjoy this antho of Flash Fiction and hot excerpts.


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Length: 12677 Words / 68 PDF pages
Rating: 5
Formats Available: pdf, lit, zipped html,
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Ebook Cover Price: Free Read

T’was The Night Before Christmas – JJ Giles
Silent Night – Max Griffin
After The Office Party – G. Fenton
Christmas Day – David Sullivan
Stranger Desires – Jay Lancaster
The Computer Tutor – Ryan Field
From Penance – Cain Berlinger
From Four On The Floor – Barry Lowe
From Creepy – Jean Roberta
From Hold Me Tight – Dalia Craig
From Heaven and Hell – Bryn Colvin
From Christmas Carol – Jazmine Starr
A Crazy Christmas – Cain Berlinger
From Master’s Dungeon – Alex Morgan
Love and Mink – Kiya
A Long Time Coming – Bryn Colvin
He Knows When You’ve Been Naughty – Alex Morgan

New Release: THE COMPUTER TUTOR, a New Adult Christmas Novella

It feels like it’s taken forever to get this book launched, but it’s finally out and you can check it out here.

I’m sure it will be on very soon, along with most other online e-book retailers that sell m/m romance. Here’s the Amazon link.

For the first time in young Drew’s life, he can’t wait to go home for the holidays as an adult instead of a college kid. He’s just started a new job, working as a veterinarian at a 24 hour emergency care clinic. But his boss at the animal clinic tells him he has to work Christmas Eve and a good part of Christmas Day because the other ER vet broke her leg. Then it starts to snow on Christmas Eve and Drew’s assistant asks if she can go home to set up gifts for her children, leaving him all alone in the clinic with two older dogs who are recuperating from surgery. Drew is bored out of his mind, feeling sorry for himself because he’s all alone on Christmas. But it all changes fast when a handsome young man with black hair storms into the clinic with a basket full of newborn puppies in his arms and he begs Drew to save the mother’s life.

Reminder: Link to Contest

I post on this blog often, whenever I see something interesting.

So I don’t want people to think the free e-book contest got lost. It’s still going on and you can get there from here and read the directions.

So far, one reader won a free copy of THE COMPUTER TUTOR.

The contest will go on indefinitely until four more people comment and e-mail me with the correct answer.

And I’ll keep posting quick reminders like this until the fifth person comments.

How Can a Box and a Basket Screw Up the Entire Book?

I wish there were a way to scream “thank you” to my editor at, Dalia. Because that’s what I’m doing right now.

Last night, while going over the final draft of THE COMPUTER TUTOR, I discovered a mistake. It was just one word, and it could have been ignored, but I figured that if it bothered me it’s going to bother other readers. And, this is what editing is all about.

The word was “basket.” It needed to be changed to “box.” If you look at the book cover above, you’ll see there is a “box” of puppies, not a “basket” of puppies. “Basket” was in the book, not “box.” Both words would have worked within the context of the story. But it bothered me that the cover didn’t go with the story. And I like the word “box” more than “basket,” even though I originally wrote it as “basket.” I think a guy would use a box faster than a basket.

So I e-mailed Dalia late last night and waited to hear if it could be fixed. I’ve seen this happen before with all publishers, even NY publishers, where the book cover doesn’t always coincide with the story. It’s not the biggest thing in the world, I wouldn’t classify it as coverfail, but those little details can really freak me out.

Thankfully, Dalia was able to change “basket” to “box” and all is well. The reason I didn’t catch it sooner is because when you’re in the editing process you’re busy working on tightening sentences, revising paragraphs, and a multitude of things most people wouldn’t even consider while they are reading a book. Most readers only care about the story and whether or not it appeals to them. But there is a lot of work that goes into the writing aspects.

I’m going to write another post about this soon. There is a very loud, critical book reviewer out there who just “edited” an anthology of short erotic stories and all I’m hearing about are how “emotional” the stories are in the pre-promotions. But when I read the few published excerpts released, I’m seeing some bad writing that should have been fixed before this book went to print. We’re talking about passive voice all over the place…and amateur mistakes that should be taken care of during edits. That is, if the editor in question is professional and experienced enough to know better. Clearly, this is not the case. And this time the authors can’t be blamed. It’s an anthology and it all falls on the editor. I know this because I’ve worked with some of the best editors in lgbt fiction…Neil Plakcy and Lawrence Schimmel to name two…and I’ve watched and learned while they edited me.

Editing a book or anthology isn’t just about picking “emotional” stories you love. That’s what readers and reviewers do, not editors. Going for “emotion” is only part of the editorial deal. Real editing is about making the story tighter, going line by line to make sure the author didn’t make any mistakes, and creating a finished work that is as close to perfect as it can get, from dialogue tags to semi-colons. In other words, let the readers and reviewers worry about the storyline. It’s the editor’s job to fix the writing problems so that everything is neat and clean.

As I just proved, two words like “basket and box” can change the look and feel of an entire book. And unless an editor knows what h/she is doing, and what his/her job is, indeed, as an editor, it can be a painful experience for readers and they aren’t even sure why.

Thankfully, I’ve been charmed enough in my life to have worked with the best, like Dalia.

Christmas Release Excerpt: The Computer Tutor

Here’s an excerpt from my new Christmas release, THE COMPUTER TUTOR.
I don’t have an exact release date yet, but I’ll post when I find out.

This excerpt is from the final draft, in PDF format, which I’ve been going over for mistakes all weekend.

The Computer Tutor
When I phoned my mom a week before
Christmas Eve and told her I was looking forward
to spending the holidays with the family, I
honestly meant it this year. For the first time
since I could remember, I was smiling at the
thought of going back to Asshat, USA for a few
days. Though I was still waiting for my real adult
life to begin, I knew my young adult life in
Asshat was over for good.
After years of hard work, I’d finally graduated
and landed my first authentic-paying position as
a veterinarian in an emergency clinic the previous
August, and I hadn’t been back home since
The Computer Tutor
Easter. I’d grown up in a small town about four
hours northwest of Philadelphia. In high school,
a group of us had nicknamed the little town,
Asshat, USA and it stuck with me all these years.
In Philadelphia, I’d shared a dingy college
apartment near University City with various guys
for almost seven years, including a full-time lover.
I wasn’t one of those students who went home
every weekend. I only went when it was absolutely
Ever since I left home for college, going back
to Asshat for the Christmas holidays always filled
me with anxiety and made me feel trapped. It was
as if that little town was a magnet, and it was
sucking me back with a force too hard to resist. I
experienced nightmares two days before I left
Philadelphia. My heart raced at the thought of
being locked in Asshat forever, working alongside
my dad in his small veterinary practice, waiting
to die a long, slow death.
Landing my new job at the twenty-four hour
emergency clinic had helped dissipate my fears.
Now, I had my own studio apartment in
Philadelphia, a few bucks in my pocket for the
Ryan Field
first time in my life, and I was going back home
as an adult, not a needy student.
This realization made a huge difference,
knowing that you’re completely self-sufficient and
no one can tell you what to do anymore. Though
you’re not a complete adult yet, you’re on your
way. When you know you’re going home for just
a visit and nothing more, your childhood bedroom
starts to take on an endearing, nostalgic appeal
instead of a depressing, confined look that
tightens your chest and makes you want to heave
Mom and Dad can’t even suggest what you
should do with your life in a nice way anymore…
because they love you so much. Your life becomes
none of their business. I knew my dad would have
loved to have me come home and take over his
small practice. My mom would have loved me to
marry a local girl, settle down, and provide her
with a litter of grandchildren.
The trouble is that wasn’t me. In high school,
when I was supposed to be dating a cheerleader,
I was usually parked on a dark country road with
another guy on the football team. I won’t even