Last week one of my books hit #1 on Amazon’s Free Transgender Romance bestseller list, which was a great way to find out that Amazon still doesn’t distinguish between works like mine and, uh, forced-feminization fetish erotica:

I don’t have any particular moral opposition to forcefem erotica, but I do think anyone coming to this list for that kind of thing is likely to be disappointed by my book, and vice versa.

Whatever, I’ll take the win.

Preorder: The Casefile of Jay Moriarty, Collected Edition

The first collected anthology of The Casefile of Jay Moriarty comes out on March 16! You can preorder the ebook version now (from those vendors that allow them); preorders for the print version will be available closer to release.

-K

Last week, one of my books got a recommendation on Bluesky from KJ Charles. For those of you unfamiliar with the name: KJ Charles is a prominent author in queer romance fiction. Within a certain niche, this is like Stephen King popping up to tell everyone I’m cool.

As you might guess, sales of my books experienced a significant bump. Because I’m in such a narrow cross-section of genres, that was enough to briefly kick me to the top of two different Amazon charts:

As always, the key to being top of your field is to pick a very small field.

… I guess I’d better get back to work on that print collection.

-K

If you’re a Letterkenny fan you may recognize the name Jacob Tierney; he’s a co-creator of the series and also plays the fantastically homosexual Pastor Glen. Tierney is now running a new show called Heated Rivalry, which is about two male hockey players having an affair with each other.

(The show about rival female hockey players having affairs with each other is called “the entirety of the PWHL.”)

The show is based on Rachel Reid’s Game Changers novels, which themselves appear to have been based on her Captain America Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes fanfiction. Reid claims she wrote the story as an original novel first, then changed it to a fanfic, then turned it back into an original novel. I’m, uh, not entirely sure that’s true. But then again, when it comes to professionally published fanfic, I’m living in a suspiciously fragile and transparent house.

Anyway, the most important thing to know about Heated Rivalry is that it’s a Canadian production, and almost all Canadian film and television is funded by government grants. Which means my tax dollars are being spent, at least in part, on gay hockey romance.

I’ve never been more proud to be Canadian.

Podcast Appearance: I Will Fight You

The latest episode of I Will Fight You is about the movie Beastly, a modern “Beauty and the Beast” retelling that tries to be about inner beauty, disregarding appearances, and body positivity, but which was unfortunately made by people from Los Angeles.

-K

Jay couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t a new problem; he had a suspicion his parents had started giving him computers as a kid just to keep him from wandering the house at night and scaring the life out of them.

On this particular occasion he’d given up any hope of a good night’s rest by about three in the morning, waiting instead for the chorus of bird calls which announced to every insomniac that the dawning day was irrevocably fucked. It’d be pigeons, this time of year—many of London’s other birds had flown south for the winter.

Sebastian lay sound asleep next to him, despite Jay’s tossing and turning. Jay wouldn’t have expected him to sleep so deeply, but maybe a soldier had to learn to sleep through anything. They’d met up earlier—yesterday, now—after an uneventful day on Jay’s part and a frustrating client meeting on Sebastian’s, having a few drinks together before heading back to Jay’s flat for the evening.

If Sebastian hadn’t woken up yet, it was probably safe for Jay to check his phone. But as he reached toward the bedside table where he’d left it charging, a soft pained noise sounded from the other side of the bed.

Jay rolled to face him. “Sebastian?”

Sebastian’s body was a vague outline in the dark; he didn’t answer, but after a second or two made another sound, low in his throat, and shifted uneasily beneath the covers.

He was having a nightmare.