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In Minot, North Dakota, Sawyer has spent fourteen years isolated among humans, carving out a future for himself. Dragged up in front of his Alpha, he could only hope for a painless end, especially when Rick Brown stared at him with an icy gaze and said to Leon, “I’ll take care of it.” Except what Rick gave Sawyer wasn’t death, but a new concealed life. Sawyer Holt thought he was dead at the age of sixteen when his brother Leon caught him kissing a human man. Summary: Twenty years before Simon found Paul, a decade before Aaron joined the Minneapolis West pack, there were other gay wolves living hidden lives. Word Count: Click here to reveal 72000 (Click here to hide)Ĭharacter Identities: Click here to reveal Gay (Click here to hide) I also post free short YA stories on that group, more than 50 of them so far. You can find me to chat there– I hang out on Goodreads a lot because I moderate the Goodreads YA LGBT Books group there. I also have an author page on Goodreads where I do a lot of book reviews. A complete list with links can be found on my Books page. I now have a good-sized backlist in ebooks and print, both free and professionally published.

I’ve been delighted by the reception Mac and Tony have received. I have a weakness for closeted cops with honest hearts, and teachers who speak their minds, and I had fun writing the four novels and three freebie short stories in the series. My first professionally published book, Life Lessons, came out from MLR Press in May 2011.

My husband finally convinced me that after all that time writing for fun, I really should submit something, somewhere. I mainly publish M/M romance (with added mystery, fantasy, historical, SciFi…) I also have a few Young Adult stories released under the pen name Kira Harp.

I’ve been writing for far longer than I care to admit (*whispers – forty years*), mostly for my own entertainment. Minnesota’s a kindly, quiet (if sometimes chilly) place and it’s home now. I live in Minnesota, where the two seasons are Snow-removal and Road-repair, where the mosquito is the state bird, and where winter can be breathtakingly beautiful. “Kaje” is pronounced just like “cage” – it’s an old nickname.