Wings of Love Excerpt

February 11, 2011

As promised here’s an excerpt from Wings of Love, my second book released today.

Renowned oncologist Dr. Bradford Mitchell sat hopelessly in the cold, sterile Seattle hospital room, clinging to the hand of the man he loved more than anything in this world, more than life itself. The man he couldn’t save—no matter how hard he tried—from the terrible cancer eating away at his body. As Jeffery Owen, his partner and lover of fifteen years, lay unconscious and seemingly peaceful, Brad watched him draw in and exhale short, steady breaths and listened to the constant blip-beep blip-beep blip-beep of the heart monitor, the only sign that Jeff was still alive.

He tried to remember happier times when their lives didn’t involve daily doctor’s appointments, harsh rounds of chemotherapy, and the many other experimental treatments he’d selfishly forced Jeff to endure. He tried to remember back to when Jeff was a healthy and strikingly handsome young architect with a client list envied by every other architect in his firm. A time when his own thriving practice, now sold, his research, and Jeff were all he needed in this world. They were happy and had the rest of their lives to look forward to.

Then that dreadful day came, with the news of stage four colon cancer. Their entire world was turned upside down in one day. After two years of fighting and enduring one experimental treatment after another, Jeff made the decision to stop everything. Brad had tried unsuccessfully to convince Jeff to keep fighting, but Jeff had had enough. Brad knew that the side effects of the treatments were probably worse than the effects of the cancer, at least early on, but he just thought that if they kept trying, something was bound to work. In the end, however, it was Jeff’s life and his decision, and like it or not, Brad had to accept it.

Everyone at the hospital knew Dr. Mitch and gave them as much privacy as Jeff’s medical needs would allow, which had been a blessing over the last couple of months. Before Jeff slipped into the coma, they’d had long hours just to be together and enjoy the time Jeff had left. Although Brad did his best to hide his breaking heart and grief, he knew Jeff was brutally aware of what he was going through. Jeff had once told him that if their positions were reversed, he couldn’t imagine how he would cope. Jeff had done the best he could to prepare and calm Brad, and to assure him that he was at peace with his decision. Jeff had also made him promise to go on with his life, to eventually accept the love and happiness that would surely come his way if he was open to it. He reluctantly promised, as he could never deny Jeff any request no matter how big or small, but he knew the promise was as empty as his heart. He couldn’t go on; he couldn’t imagine a life without Jeff, nor could he fathom falling in love again.

As Brad sat in the same uncomfortable hospital chair in which he’d sat for the last two and a half months, he didn’t feel anything but the empty world around him. Hand in hand and with his head on Jeff’s lap and his ear listening to as much as feeling his breaths, he noticed that Jeff’s breathing was becoming more and more unsteady and knew that his time on this earth was running out.

Suddenly, as if Jeff were forcing memories of happier times into Brad’s defeated body, events of their fifteen years together started to flash before his eyes. The smile on Jeff’s face when they moved into their first home together, that he had designed. How every Christmas morning Jeff made them wear goofy flannel pajamas and sit cross-legged around their Christmas tree, opening gifts. How funny Jeff looked at their Halloween party two years ago when he was in a wheelchair and insisted they dress up as Blanche and Baby Jane Hudson from What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? How hot he looked in his scuba gear on their last diving trip to Bermuda. How happy and relaxed he was when they were on their yearly trip to Alaska. They’d had such a full, wonderful life, until …. They both thought they had a lifetime together, but fate had other plans. So here they were, Jeff unconsciously fighting for every breath and Brad not knowing which breath would be the last. God, how did it all come down to this and how will I ever survive?

Sensing that the end was near, Brad removed his shoes, climbed into the bed, slid his arm under Jeff’s neck, and held him close. For the first time since the diagnosis, his tears fell freely. Then the rise and fall of Jeff’s chest stopped, and the heart machine indicated a long, flat beep. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmly reached over and turned off the heart machine. Stone-cold silence.

With Jeff still in his arms, he gently kissed him on the lips and whispered, “So long, my love, rest well.” He got out of the bed, picked up his shoes, and backed away from Jeff’s bed, never taking his eyes off his lover. When he reached the door, he stood there for what felt like hours; finally he turned and opened the door to what was left of his life.

The next few days were a blur. Friends consoled him, surrounded him, and tried to feed him, but he was just going through the motions. The memorial service and burial were exactly as Jeff wanted, simple and sweet; their friends saw to that. But as he thought back, he couldn’t remember a single detail or anything he’d said or anything that had been said to him. All he remembered was seeing a coffin holding the other half of his empty existence.

When the services were over and he’d forced his friends to go home, he was finally alone in the house he and Jeff had lived and loved in. He looked around and immediately knew he couldn’t stay in this house any longer, at least not right now. Everywhere he turned, something reminded him of his love and his loss.

He spent the next three hours packing his clothes, and he placed four suitcases at the front door. He wanted to take something to remember Jeff, but what? He took one last look around and decided to take the picture of him and Jeff on one of their many vacations to Hiline Lake in the Alaskan mountains. They both loved the wilderness and especially this spot; they often referred to Hiline Lake as their spot. They looked so happy then, and that’s all he wanted to remember. He put his suitcases on the front porch, called a cab, and closed and locked the front door. He didn’t know if he would ever be back, but he knew where he was going.

“Wings of Love” along with “Final Encore” are available at,, Barnes & Nobel, Borders and most independent gay bookstores.  As always you can find me at, Facebook, and on Twitter. Coming soon, “Treasure of Love”, “Bounty of Love” and “Foundation of Love”.

Wings of Love – 2nd book out today!

February 11, 2011

I remember feeling so excited last November about the release of my first book “Final Encore” .  There’s only one first, so I really thought that I could never feel the same excitement about future books.  I was wrong – I’m every bit as excited about my second novel, “Wings of Love,” being released by Dreamspinner Press today. It’s the first in a series of novels with recurring characters.

The idea for “Wings of Love” came to me just as I was finishing up the edits for “Final Encore.”  I began thinking about what I would write next, and drew a complete blank  until 3 am one morning when I awoke from a sound sleep,  as the idea hit me like the proverbial ton of bricks.   The story started to unfold faster than I could make notes! That was the end of that night’s sleep but the beginning of this and future books.

Once the characters started to take on a life of their own, as they seem to do, I immediately fell in love with them and wanted to know more.  And as you know, you can only have so many main characters in one novel and you can only fit so much information into two hundred or so pages so I decided to do my first series.  Book two of the series, “Treasure of Love,” is also completed and scheduled for release in May.  Book three, “Bounty of Love,” is well underway and is scheduled for release in August.

“Wings of Love” is about how devastated Dr. Bradford Mitchell is after losing Jeffery Owen, his partner of fifteen years to cancer.  He tries to escape the emptiness and loss by leaving his life in Seattle behind. Traveling to the Alaskan mountains where he and Jeff often vacationed, Brad reconnects with Mac Cleary, the ruggedly handsome and very straight float plane pilot who had flown he and Jeff to Hiline Lake many times.  Brad and Mac form an unlikely friendship and buy an old log cabin together. As the begin to bring the old cabin back to life, Mac watches Brad come back to life as well, stirring emotions in him he’s never felt for a man before.

When fear, confusion, and a near tragedy threaten to force the two men apart, they’ll face some tough questions. Can Brad let go of Jeff and the guilt he feels about beginning to  care for another man?  And can Mac deal with his fears of being gay and accept the fact  that he is in love with Brad? It will be a struggle for both men to keep their heads and hearts intact while exploring what life has to offer.

Stay tuned for an excerpt of “Wing’s of Love,” and just to tease you a bit, maybe I’ll even give you the storyline for “Treasure of Love.”

“Wings of Love” along with “Final Encore” are available at, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Borders and most independent gay bookstores.  And you can always find me at, Facebook, and on Twitter. Coming soon, “Treasure of Love” , “Bounty of Love” and “Foundation of Love”.

Relationships 201 – the soundtrack

December 13, 2010

Because Relationships 201 took me so long to write, at one point I created a play list of songs from the era (2001-2003ish) to keep me in the mood and help me stay in Stephan’s headspace. In the end, I ended up creating a version that was even more focused, with one song for each chapter, either specifically mentioned or evocative of the mood in that section.

Here’s what ended up on my “soundtrack”:

Chapter 01 Gorillaz – Clint Eastwood
Chapter 02 Oasis – Go Let It Out
Chapter 03 U2 – Beautiful Day
Chapter 04 Garbage – Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go!)
Chapter 04 Steve Carlson – Love Me Or Leave Me
Chapter 05 Barenaked Ladies – Falling For The First Time
Chapter 06 Elvis vs JXL – A Little Less Conversation
Chapter 07 Noise Ratchet – Crush
Chapter 08 Shakira – Whenever, Wherever
Chapter 09 Sister Hazel – Change Your Mind
Chapter 10 Nelly – Hot In Here
Chapter 11 Hoobastank – Crawling In The Dark
Chapter 12 Poe – Lemon Meringue
Chapter 13 Frou Frou – Let Go
Chapter 14 Garbage – Androgyny
Chapter 15 Explosions in the Sky – Remember Me As A Time of Day
Chapter 16 Avril Lavigne – I’m With You
Chapter 17 Nelly Furtado – Turn Off The Lights
Chapter 18 Killers – All These Things That I’ve Done
Chapter 19 Kylie Minogue – Can’t Get You Out Of My Head
Chapter 20 Kane – More Than I Deserve
Chapter 21 Christina Aguilara, Lil’ Kim, Mya & Pink – Lady Marmalade Moulin Rouge
Chapter 22 Vast – Free
Chapter 23 Weezer – Hash Pipe
Chapter 24 Cake – Short Skirt/Long Jacket
Chapter 25 Alanis Morissette – 21 Things I Want In A Lover
Chapter 26 Incubus – Drive
Chapter 27 Bon Jovi – It’s My Life
Chapter 28 Goldfrapp – Ooh La La
Chapter 29 Tweet – Oops (Oh My)
Chapter 30 Maroon 5 – Harder To Breathe
Chapter 31 No Doubt – Hella Good
Epilogue Moby – We Are All Made of Stars

As you can see, I have a fairly broad range of musical taste – mostly I like a good beat and/or amusing lyrics. Sometimes I like bad songs just because they’re so funny to me (go ahead, guess which ones those are *g*). Some of the songs were old favorites, and some were totally new to me when I started “collecting.”

How about you? What were your favorite songs from those years?

Excerpt – Relationships 201 with Alix Bekins

December 13, 2010

A section of the first chapter is available at the Dreamspinner website, so here’s a bit from a little later on, to tease you…

IT’S hard to connect with Eric. Stephan texts him the next afternoon, asking what he’s up to. When Eric calls back he says he’s fine, if busy, and maybe they can get together on Friday if Stephan’s free. Of course he’s free; why wouldn’t he be? Like he’d go off and make plans for the weekend without his boyfriend? But instead of letting his irritation out, Stephan takes a deep breath and suggests they get together for lunch or something before then; after all, it’s only Wednesday.

There’s a pause. “I want to, but I’m just kind of buried in homework,” Eric says.

“We could study together,” Stephan offers, suddenly thinking about sex.

Eric laughs. “Yeah, because that worked out so well last time.”

“Hey! I can behave. You were just all stretched out on my bed and moaning and licking your fingers and stuff. A man has needs, Eric.”

His boyfriend snorts. “I’m actually a man too, remember? I know all about your needs.” There’s a pause and then Eric suggests, “How about the library or Student Center or something? If we’re in public, you can’t grope me.”

“I thought you liked it when I groped you,” Stephan pouts, his tone suddenly a little more bitter than he meant to be, as he realizes that it’s been a long time since they had full-on sex.

Luckily, Eric seems to miss it. “I do, just not when I’m studying. So, Student Center? They have those awesome fries…. And we can make some plans for the weekend, if you want.”

There is either something really off in this conversation, or Stephan’s having PMS, or… something. It’s like their words match up, but Stephan feels like they’re having two different conversations, and he has no idea why. They make a date for tomorrow afternoon and hang up before he remembers that he was going to tell Eric about his drink-slash-dinner with Jeff tonight. Ah well. It’s not like it’s a big deal; he’ll tell Eric about it when he sees him.

THE pub is dim and reeks of a few decades’ worth of smoke, despite smoking in bars having been banned in California for a while now. Jeff’s got a stack of papers in front of him and a half-eaten ploughman’s lunch at his elbow. Stephan throws his messenger bag onto the opposite bench and slides in, accidentally kicking Jeff as their feet tangle for a moment. It takes Jeff’s eyes a second to focus on him, but Stephan just grins and grabs the beer menu, checking to see if they have his favorite microbrew.

“You’re going to order the most expensive beer they have, aren’t you?”

“Maybe. I hear professors make actual money, unlike starving grad students,” Stephan points out. “Ooh, they have the Seabright Blur. That’s seven dollars a bottle.”

“So you just want me for my money?” Jeff teases, pushing his papers to the side.

Stephan blinks. “Uh.” He has no idea how to answer that without saying anything incriminating, and he can feel his heart rate double, so he looks down at the menu and says, “Hey, they’ve got Arrogant Bastard.”

“No kidding.”

The waitress saunters over, and Stephan grins at her. “What’s the most expensive localish microbrew you’ve got on tap?” He winks at Jeff in response to the older man’s groan, and the girl giggles. She sets him up with an Anchor Steam from San Francisco, and Jeff has her bring a pitcher of it, along with food menus.

“So, Arrogant Bastard, huh? Guess you’ll be expecting me to pick up dinner too.” Jeff looks more amused than put-upon, fortunately, and Stephan’s not above someone taking pity on his financial state. After all, he picks up the tab most of the time when he goes out with Danielle—so she won’t have an excuse not to eat—and also Eric—or at least Stephan did when he was working and Eric was in school. Scott and Billy frequently get Steph’s tab when he’s a student. Everyone sort of takes turns buying, depending on who has a job at the moment. It all works out in the wash.

Apparently Jeff’s in the circle now too.

“If you’ve got it, flaunt it,” Stephan says, wiggling his eyebrows. The waitress helpfully brings over the beer as he says it, and she does a little wiggle that makes her boobs bounce as she smiles.
“God, you’re all so damn young,” Jeff groans, and downs over half his pint in one drink.

“Nah, you’re not old; you’re just tired,” Stephan argues. “Long day? What’re you working on?”

“Lecture notes, mostly. It’s been a while since I taught the intro classes, but you know how it is. New faculty get the ones no one else will take.” He shrugs. “And it’s kind of fun, actually, even if the freshmen seem to get younger every year. But I was given a syllabus and outline just a few days before classes started, so I’m playing catch-up for a while, figuring out what I’m gonna say.”

Stephan nods in sympathy, and they spend a while bitching about classes and how disorganized the university administration is and then get into talking about research projects they’re both interested in. The beer helps, as always, getting ideas flowing, and soon it feels easy and comfortable to be hanging out with Jeff, as if Stephan’s known him forever. At the same time, there’s a little… spark or something, a feeling Stephan is totally going to attribute to the liquor and his apparent inability to stay sober.

Laughing, Jeff offers a steadying hand when Stephan lists to the left as he gets out of the booth. He guides Stephan out to the street and offers him a ride home. The bus always sucks when you’re drunk, so Stephan accepts; besides, they’re going to the same place anyway. He can walk home from Professorland, no problem. The night air’ll be good for him, he proposes, and Jeff laughs again. Stephan likes the sound of it a lot.

The car window is cool where he rests his head against it, and Jeff’s got some quiet music playing. They’re not talking, but it’s comfortable. He really likes Jeff. Like, more than a crush, maybe, but that’s stupid because it’s just a friend-crush anyway, even though he’s attracted to Jeff. The guy’s straight, after all, and it’s okay to have a crushy-type-thing on a mentor-slash-friend. It’s fine, right? Everyone has random crushes. It’s a little embarrassing, but it’ll probably wear off as he gets to know Jeff better.

Jeff pulls up to Grad Student Housing, and when did they get here, anyway? Stephan was totally going to walk. For a fleeting moment after he unbuckles his seatbelt, he thinks about leaning over in the car and kissing Jeff goodnight, wondering what the scratch of Jeff’s stubble would feel like on his mouth, what Jeff’s mouth would taste like. Then he opens the door, and the cool night air is like a refreshing slap across the face reminding him that he’s an idiot.

Only idiots let crushes get out of hand when they already have a totally awesome boyfriend. Only idiots have stupid crushes on their straight professors. Only drunk idiots jerk off thinking about their new friend’s dick.

Stephan’s kind of an idiot sometimes.

Free e-book copy of Relationships 201

December 13, 2010

Enter the drawing to receive an electronic version of Relationships 201!

The deadline to enter is tonight at midnight, my time (that’s PST for those of you elsewhere). Just leave a comment **here** before then, and tomorrow morning I’ll have my sexy assistant roll the dice to choose a random number.

Remember – you can’t win if you don’t play. :)

- Alix

PS – Dreamspinner Press is offering a Holiday Discount from now until the end of the year for 20% off any purchase. The code is HolidayDreams and it can be used twice by each customer. The discount includes all titles, not just the holiday titles, so go and treat yourself!

Also, This year let Dreamspinner make your eBook dreams come true. Each day from Dec. 26- Dec. 31, we will draw one name from the customers that purchased during the month of December to win every eBook on their wish list.

Come Chat with Alix Bekins

December 13, 2010

Good morning! I’m Alix, and today I’m going to be sharing some bits and pieces here about my new release, Relationships 201. I’ll be posting some excerpts, giving away an e-book, and sharing some behind-the-scenes type stuff about the story – a recipe, music playlist, etc.

Also, the first 20 people who order the paperback of Relationships 201 will receive signed copies – with a mostly legible signature!

I’m so excited I could burst! Ask me anything – I love to talk. :)


PS – There will be more contests and tidbits posted at my blog over the next week or so – drop by and say hello!

Who wants to win a copy of Final Encore? Someone…Anyone? Please………

November 19, 2010

Hello again, Scotty Cade here.  By now, if you’ve been reading my blog postings, you probably know way more about me than you need or even want to know, but heck, you only launch your first book once, so thanks for indulging me.  So now, would you like to see what all the hype is about?

At the end of today, we will put the names of everyone who commented on any of my blogs posts today  into a mason jar (remember, I am from the south), and give away an autographed hardcopy and an electronic copy of “Final Encore.”  In addition, if I have bloggers from Georgia, I will draw for two tickets to the Tony Award winning play “Rent” opening in December at Fabrefaction Theatre, Atlanta’s hottest new live Theatre venue,  where I have a book signing on December 10, 2010.

Please visit me at my website as well — and let me know if you would like to be notified when my next novel, Wings of Love is coming out (scheduled for sometime in February 2011).

Good Luck!

Scotty Cade

Excerpt – Final Encore by Scotty Cade

November 19, 2010

My first book — Final Encore — is being released today.  I hope you will take a moment to read the excerpt below — and if you like what you read, just click on the cover picture to learn more.

Billy’s drive from New Orleans to Nashville was long and uneventful.  The uninterrupted hours of interstate, with country radio stations fading in and out, gave him a great deal of time to plan a strategy, at least a short term strategy.  The first day he arrived he would find a hotel, look for a day job to help with expenses, and then look for a more suitable place to live. 

As the first few days passed, he missed his family terribly, but was nonetheless energized with the infinite possibilities of the unknown.  Nashville was his new home and for as long as it would have him, he was happy to be there.  The first week, as planned he searched the want ads for a position that would sustain him financially.  He answered several ads and within a few days, had a great lead.  The position was for a foreman at a large horse farm just outside of town called the Lazy H Ranch.  He set up an appointment to meet the owner at ten o’clock the next morning.  It wasn’t his dream job, of course, but it would pay the bills until he found something in the music business.

 When Billy turned in under the large iron arch etched with “The Lazy H Ranch,” he looked down at his watch to confirm he was right on time, nine forty-five.  Billy drove down the dust covered road and after a half mile or so, he saw two large barns on either side of the drive with what looked like an old farm house that he assumed was used for command central.  When he got out of his truck, he was looked over, more than greeted, by a rough and unfriendly looking sort.  The man was short and stocky, carrying about thirty extra pounds on his frame.  His skin was scarred from years of acne and his teeth were stained from what appeared to be chewing tobacco, as indicated by the Styrofoam cup he spit into.  Hoping this wasn’t the owner, Billy introduced himself and learned the guy was a ranch hand named Buck Stevens.  Buck directed him to wait near the east barn and someone would be with him shortly. 

Billy waited around for about forty-five minutes and no one approached him.  He was about to go back and remind Buck that he was still waiting when he saw a tall, ruggedly handsome man walking in his direction.  The man, who reminded him of an older version of the Marlboro Man from the old cigarette commercials, walked up and offered his hand.

“Hi, I’m Jules James. I’m the owner of the ranch. Are you William Eagan by any chance?”

“Yes sir, but I go by Billy.” 

The two shook hands and looked each other over for a few seconds before Jules broke the silence. “I had just about given up on you, son. I thought your interview was at ten o’clock.”

“It was, sir,” Billy replied.  “I arrived at nine forty-five and Buck told me to wait at the east barn and someone would be with me in a minute.  I was just about to go back and see Buck, when I saw you walking over.”

“That’s funny,” Jules said. “I told Buck to have you meet me at the west barn.  I have a mare about to foal and I want to be there in case there are any problems.”

“I’m sorry about the confusion, sir,” Billy said. “Would you like me to come back?”

“No problem,” Jules answered.  “Why don’t you walk with me to the west barn and we can have a chat along the way.”

“Yes sir,” Billy said, and the two men headed to the stables.  

On the short walk, Billy filled Jules in on his experience with horses and why he was in Nashville.  Jules, of course, had heard the same story many times before, but listened intently and offered words of encouragement. 

They soon reached the stall housing the expectant mother.  The mare was lying on her side and as they watched her tense up every few minutes, it was apparent she still had some time before she’d deliver.  Billy thought she looked a bit distressed, but held his tongue and tried to get a better gauge on the situation.  As they examined the mare more closely, Jules continued to tell Billy about the ranch operations and the job he had available.  After the examination, Billy was sure something was wrong.  More convinced now, he mentioned it to Jules.

“Good call,” the ranch owner said.  “I was just about to tell you I’m certain the foal is breached.”  Billy spent the next several hours helping Jules try to get the foal in the right position for a natural birth.  Eventually they succeed and by late afternoon the little filly was born healthy.  

Once the danger had passed, the two men, impressed with each other’s abilities, cleaned up and headed back to the tack room to put the supplies away.  As they entered the tack room, Buck was filling up the feed barrels and looked up and eyed Billy.

“Well, Billy,” Jules said, “I’m pretty impressed with your knowledge and skill.  As far as I’m concerned, I’ve seen as much as I need to see.  If you want the job, it’s yours.”

Before Billy could speak, Buck turned around with a disgruntled look on his face and stormed out of the tack room, brushing Billy’s shoulder in the process.

“Wow,” Billy said.  “What was that all about?”

“Oh, don’t pay him any mind,” Jules replied.  “He interviewed for the job, but I just don’t think he has the skills to be a foreman. He’s a little hot headed for my taste.”

“If I take the job, is he going to be a problem for me?” Billy asked.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll deal with him,” Jules said.  “Does this mean you’ll take the job?”

“Yes sir,” Billy replied and the two men shook hands.

On the way back to the office, Jules said, “My wife and I own a little club on Broadway and I’m headed there for couple of beers, then right back here to check on our little one.  You want to join me?”

Billy said “Sure,” and within ten minutes they were on their way downtown.

When Jules’s truck pulled up to Jean’s Magnolia Saloon, they got out and headed inside. 

As Jules opened the door to the lounge, Billy’s eyes struggled to adjust to the dark lighting, he glanced around.  It was much larger than it looked from the street, he guessed about the size of a small supermarket.  On one side, the large mahogany bar ran the full length of the room.  Opposite the bar was a raised stage with a colorful set of drums, an electric keyboard and various musical instruments on stands. In the center of the room was an expansive oblong dance floor surrounded by split rail fencing with openings at each end, and what looked and smelled like fresh sawdust scattered about. Over-stuffed chairs in numerous groupings, along with high cocktail tables and bar stools provided ample and comfortable seating.

Jules immediately led Billy up to the bar and introduced him to a beautifully matured, very well dressed woman behind the bar pouring beer from a tap. His first thought was that must be Jules’ wife Jean and his second thought was that she To him, she didn’t look like she belonged behind a bar. As he studied her, he noticed her tall slim body.  She looked to be about five foot nine and her weight around one hundred and twenty-five pounds, give or take. Her smile was beaming. With her dark brown hair and deep brown eyes; she appeared to be the epitome of joy, strength and sincerity. He had heard the term “ageless” before, but had never really understood it. It had nothing to do with how young a person looked although this woman looked very youthful. It was really about natural style and confidence

“Hey, hon,” Jules said, “this is Billy Eagan.  He just joined the Lazy H as our new foreman, but he really wants to be a country singer.  Billy, this is my wife, Jean.”

Jean stuck out her hand and Billy said, “Pleased to meet you, Mrs. James.”

“Nice to meet you, Billy, and please call me Jean.  Welcome to Jean’s Magnolia Saloon. By the way, you any good?”

“Well, ma’am, I’ve been told I am by more than just my family and friends,” Billy replied, “and I sure hope no one’s been pulling my leg.”

Jean smiled.  “Monday nights once a month, we have open mic and you’re surely welcome to join us.  Many celebrities got their start here.  We have a regular crowd of talent scouts that hang around on open mic night just to see if they might just catch the next best thing.”

 “When’s the next one?” Billy asked.

“Tomorrow night, but you better show up early because every newcomer dreaming of stardom will be here and ready to go. And the best thing is, the winner gets to be the opening act for the headliner for the month until the next open mic night.  We open the mic at ten, but you better get here by eight to sign up. We only have time for ten acts before the regular house band starts.  I hope to see you tomorrow,” Jean added, as someone down the bar called her name.

“I’ll be here,” Billy said as Jean walked away. “And thanks.”

Jules and Billy sat at the bar enjoying small talk for an hour or so, getting to know one another at a leisurely pace.  Jean came and went as business dictated, but always came right back and joined the conversation.  Finally, after all the business seemed to be addressed, Jean landed on the bar stool next to Billy.

“So what’s the hot topic you two seem to be so involved in?” Jean asked.

“Oh, we were talking about the Ranch,” said Billy. “Jules was telling me you guys live in Brentwood, but that he sometimes stays at the ranch when he needs to pull a double, or when they’re expecting a foal, things like that.  So how long have you two been married?” “Forty-nine years now and still going strong,” Jules said, as he reached behind Billy and gave Jean a squeeze. “What about you, do you have a girlfriend, son?”

“Uh, no sir,” he replied.

Jean chimed in, “I don’t mean to assume anything, but do you have a boyfriend?”

“Uh, not at the moment, ma’am,” he said with a grin.

Both Jules and Jean smiled and Billy’s eyes got as big as quarters and they all broke into laughter.  When they were finally able to control themselves, Billy asked, “So how did you know about me? I mean, I try not to spit sequins when I talk .”

As they all chuckled again, Jean said, “Our son is gay and we’ve been around you sweet boys for over twenty years now.  One’s gaydar becomes pretty accurate after so many years.”

“I guess it does,” replied Billy.  “So, Jules, how will the boys back at the ranch react when they find out?”

“Oh, no need to worry about those lugs, they’re all harmless.  You may take a little ribbing every now and again, but if you pull your weight they’ll respect you and it won’t matter none.  But I would keep my eye on Buck. As I mentioned, he’s somewhat hot headed and he already has it in for you since he thinks you stole his job.”

Billy said, “I can take care of myself, but when Buck’s around, I’ll sleep with one eye open and a baseball bat under my bed.” 

The three of them enjoyed the rest of the evening and around midnight began to say their goodbyes.  Jules asked Billy if he wouldn’t mind taking the pick up back to the ranch and checking on the little filly, so he could go home with Jean.  She would drop him off in the morning on her way in to town. 

Billy agreed and drove back at a leisurely pace, taking a mental recap of all that had happened to him since he left New Orleans.  He eventually made it back to the ranch, and after checking on the mare and filly, hopped back into his truck and headed back to his motel room for the last time.  When he got there, he stripped down to his shorts, brushed his teeth and climbed into his bed.  For a long while he laid there and anticipated the next day and night.

Click on the bookcover to find out how to purchase Final Encore.

We’ll also be having a drawing at midnight tonight – free signed paperback, or     ebook or, for Atlanta people, 2 free tickets to RENT, beginning December 3rd at Atlanta’s hottest new  entertainment venue – Fabrefaction Theatre!

(I’ll be there for a book signing on December 10th for the evening show.)

Meet Scotty Cade – Author – Final Encore

November 19, 2010

Hi – If you like to know a bit about the people behind the books you read, then here’s a short introduction to Scotty Cade (and a link to a longer one if you’re interested).

I left Corporate America and twenty-five years of marketing and public relations behind to buy an inn & restaurant on the island of Martha’s Vineyard with my partner of fourteen years.

I started writing stories as soon as he could read, but only recently for publication. When not at the inn, you can find me on the bow of our boat writing male/male romance novels with our Shetland sheepdog Mavis at my side. Being from the South and a lover of commitment and fidelity, most of my characters find their way to long, healthy relationships, however long it takes them to get there. I believes that in the end, the boy should always get the boy.
My partner and I (and Mavis) are avid boaters and actually live aboard our boat, spending the summers on Martha’s Vineyard and winters in Charleston, SC, and Savannah, GA.

Now, there’s a longer, less formal version of this, with lots of facts that are probably only interesting to close family members — and that’s questionable. But, if you are one of those people who like the unfiltered  facts, click here to go to my website where you will find out how my dreams to ride a pony evolved on the canister of what would now be considered a ‘vintage’ Electrolux…

Click for the long version

Inspiration for Final Encore was easy at first….

November 19, 2010

The idea to write Final Encore came to me while I was watching the Country Music Awards three years ago, almost to the day.  Being an avid country music fan and having been raised around quarter horses, the story line just seemed to take off and the plot developed quickly.  The hard part was letting the characters live their own lives and not the lives I wanted for them.

People, places and things in my life are often weaved in and out of my books.  Being a Louisiana native, New Orleans seemed a natural a place as any to start the novel. It became the hometown of Billy Eagan, one of the main characters.  Of course things quickly moved to Nashville where Billy meets the dashing record producer Ian Dillon and dreams start to come true as the wonderful songs and lyrics of country music found their way on to so many pages.

On the other hand, characters, unlike places, take on a life of their own – often unplanned in the initial outline.  The hardest part is letting them develop and letting go of what you think you know about a person. I am learning to listen to my imagination – because that is where the story lives.  For example, in Final Encore an understanding, supportive woman named Jean is the catalyst for the romance between Ian and Billy.  Her character is based largely on my mother – and while the character’s warmth, compassion and beauty do indeed reflect my Mother, she became all together a different person (although no less admirable) as the story developed.

Anyway, I have a new respect for the truth behind the disclaimer that authors frequently add to their books, ‘the characters in this book are figments of my imagination’

I found letting go of what I know to be only slightly easier in my second novel, Wings of Love, now in the editing stage at Dreamspinner Press and due for publication in February 2011 but, it’s getting easier with my third book –- Treasure of Love – on which I am slaving away between blog posts.

For more information on my upcoming books, visit

And, please read my most current blog for details about a drawing for a signed copy of Final Encores!