Cover reveal! The New Hire

And here it is at last!  The cover to my M/M romance sequel to The Foreman, a short BDSM tale, The New Hire. This short fiction will be released on Amazon on May 20, and available to all online retailers 90 days after that. During the ebook’s first 90 days, it will be part of Kindle Unlimited and available for Amazon Prime members.

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Gary’s got a problem with his new hire, Tim. He’s allowed the young, attractive guy to get under his skin, and now he finds that he wants more than just a casual fling. After an incredible night, all he can think of is having more of that innocent flesh, delving deeper into Tim’s submissive tendencies. But first they have to make it through the work day. A construction site is no place for a gay love affair.

Love hasn’t been kind to Gary, who prides himself on being a gruff bear, always in charge, always on his own. As he starts to train young Tim as his sub, however, Gary must decide whether to keep it just sex, or actually allow himself to feel something more.

Warnings for BDSM, submission and domination, clamps, spanking, anal play and orgasm control.


Look for a pre-order link soon!  I’m also looking for readers willing to review.




Halloween Blogfest: A flash fiction


Here we are! Today’s my turn to present a flash fiction as part of the House of Manlove’s Halloween Blogfest of flash fiction. Enjoy a little spookiness and excitement, as I offer up another story with the main characters of my NEARLY completed novel, Murder One (The Oddities Series). One of the characters, Derwin, is a bounty hunter who hunts demons as well for the extra cash. Demon hunting seemed like a perfect idea for Halloween. So there you are.

Believe me, I’ll be talking more about these boys. You can also see what I’ve posted previously under the “Murder One” tag on the sidebar.

Happy Halloween, and enjoy!



(drawing by Cruisinforcrazy at


A Very Unhallowed Evening

J.T. Hall


“Shh. I think it’s coming,” Derwin whispered. He gripped his gun tightly as he peeked over the crumbling stone of the grave marker. His tanned biceps bulged; to Elliot his lover’s entire body was like one coiled spring, ready to burst into action.

Elliot groaned, keeping his head low. He didn’t really want to see the demon known as the Kasha, supposedly a small creature who liked to raid graves for food. Why had he let Derwin cajole him into coming along?

Oh right. Derwin had kissed up the nape of his neck and down to his toes. He would have agreed to anything at that point.

Now that they were actually here, inside an old graveyard near the border fences, he reminded himself on why he didn’t accompany Derwin on these kinds of excursions. Derwin was a bounty hunter. Not only that, he had special abilities. Sure, Elliot was smaller and he could read objects, tell about their past. That wasn’t helpful when chasing something that wanted to suck your face off.

“Get ready,” Derwin hissed. His dark brown eyes were focused on a headstone with a cherubic angel on top. Elliot tried to ignore the flip-flop in his stomach and gripped his gun tighter.

“Can’t believe I’m—“ Elliot said under his breath, but then Derwin was motioning. They surged forward, running to where Derwin had spotted their quarry. A blink of an eye later, something small and furry screeched and dove at them from the top of the gravestone, sounding like a dying cat.

Elliot raised his gun and fired before even getting a good look at the thing. The shot went wide. Derwin cursed, lunging to grab the demon, but even though he moved faster than any human Elliot had seen, the demon was faster.

It struck Elliot in the shoulder, claws piercing through the leather jacket like little points of fire. Gods be damned! He loved this jacket. Elliot tried to grab the thing’s jaws before it could bite his face off. Its teeth had to be four inches long. Elliot dropped the gun, wrestling with the cat-sized demon as the force of its attack knocked him onto his back. “Derwin!” It’s gonna be fun, he’d said. A bonding experience. Fucking hell!

“Hold still!” Derwin shouted. Elliot fought to hold onto the thrashing thing. Its fangs brushed his throat, but before it could bite him, a hand reached out and grabbed the demon by the scruff of the neck. It screeched, clawing and narrowly missing Elliot’s face. “The bag! Get the bag!”

Disorientated, Elliot rolled away, feeling at his belt for where they’d hooked a sturdy burlap sack. His quick movement saved him an elbow to the eye; Derwin and the Kasha wrestled on the ground, neither gaining the upper hand. The Kasha kept snapping its jaws, trying to get Derwin to let go, but the man had a firm hold of its scruff.

“Aren’t you going to kill it?” Elliot asked in horror. He held out the bag but kept his head well back in case Derwin actually tried to bag the thing. It looked like a cross between a badger, a cat and a bear, weighing maybe twenty-five pounds and covered in thick coarse black fur. Its eyes glowed a malicious yellow. It still fought Derwin but it seemed to be weakening somewhat, maybe growing tired.

“Actually I think it would make a great pet,” Derwin said between huffs, pinning the thing to the ground. He bore new scratches on his muscled arms, but didn’t seem to notice them. “You think Bickering will like him?” He laughed.

Elliot was ready to kick his lover in the ass. “You think this is funny? I’m standing here having a heart attack and you’re laughing.” From somewhere not too far off, something howled. “Finish this, and let’s get out of here. I don’t like graveyards.”

“Okay. I’m going to see if we can actually take it alive. The labs love live specimens, and they’ll pay more for it. On the count of three, right?” Derwin’s tone changed from teasing to serious, and he looked over at Elliot, his eyes flashing gold for a second.

Elliot shivered. The golden flash meant the demon must be in pain, since that fed Derwin’s Oddity. It was still a little freaky to be with a guy who literally fed off pain and gained power from it. Elliot nodded, palms sweating, hoping he didn’t screw things up.

Derwin rolled onto his back, holding up the creature. Elliot swooped the bag over its head and pulled it closed around Derwin’s arms so that he could let go.

Then all hell broke loose.

Elliot had thought the bag was strong; it was burlap, for crying out loud. Yet as the bag closed over the demon’s head, he heard the creature suck in a great breath, drawing the fabric into its mouth. Then it bit down. Elliot saw the teeth penetrating the burlap, heard the rip as the demons shook its head, but he couldn’t believe it.

Then the demon was out. It pounced on Derwin’s face, clawing and biting.

The attack caught Derwin off guard. He managed to snatch it by the jaws but only just barely, as one of the Kasha’s claws raked his cheek.

Elliot grabbed his gun lying on the ground nearby, raised it, and shot for the top of the creature’s head, hoping he’d hit. At least if he missed, it wouldn’t hit Derwin.

The shot hit the creature right in the eye, as it turned towards the sound. The force of the impact sent it reeling to the side to land in a heap among fallen leaves. Derwin sat up shakily, putting a hand to his ear. “Ow. Point blank, buddy.” He looked at Elliot, a grin spreading over his face. “That was gutsy.”

Elliot nearly threw the gun at him. “Gutsy! I was scared stiff! Let’s not ever do this again for Halloween!” He holstered the gun, fuming, his hands shaking now that the danger was past. As Derwin bagged the deceased demon, Elliot leaned against a tall stone cross, uncertain if his legs would hold him.

Once the thing was bagged, Derwin strode up, wrapping an arm around Elliot. Elliot shivered for a different reason, his cock stirring. Derwin leaned in to give him a long slow kiss, his fingers entwining with Elliot’s. “I’m sorry. I really am.” He smiled ruefully. “I guess I just wanted to share this part of my life with you. I won’t make you do it again.”

The words helped to settle Elliot’s nerves, calmed his heart into a more normal pace. He sighed. By the light of the full moon, he could see the spatter of demon blood across Derwin’s chiseled face. And yet the guy looked sexier than ever. “I love you. We’ll just…we’ll see what next Halloween brings.”

Derwin laughed. “Yeah. We will.”



Don’t forget to check out the others on the tour!

October 26:  Jenna and Dakota

October 27:  ND Wilder and Amelia

October 28 Alexis and Evelise

October 29: Kimber and Jennah

October 30: JT Hall and Chris

October 31: Kate W., Skye, and Heloise (Jan)

NEW RELEASE out today!! The Foreman

It’s officially out! Get your copy today at the following links:

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An erotic romance short M/M

Tim’s got a problem with his new job as a carpenter. His foreman, Gary Zucker, is just too damned sexy. With a mustache, hairy arms, and a solid gut, Gary exudes power and confidence, and it’s driving Tim crazy. When Gary notices Tim’s attraction, he figures it’s all over. The foreman will probably fire him for having the wrong kind of wood.

Then Gary surprises him. He shows he knows how to be the boss in more than one way. The question remains if this will be a one time thing, or something more. Tim’s got one chance to show the man how good he can be, before his dream man slips through his fingers.



How short is too short?

This is something I’ve been debating, as I work on short erotic pieces to put up for publication. I’ve had slow but steady sales of my first two short stories, evenly distributed between them. I had one comment on an Amazon review that my “Bitch Brigade” is on the short side, and it really is, at only about 2000 words. I have two more shorts that are ready to be published, but one of them I think I’ll wait until it has a companion. It’s a gay erotic piece with a touch of domination/submission, but again it’s only about 2100 words because I’d originally written it for some of the magazines out there, which prefer short pieces. The other one is a nice 5400 words, lesbian erotica, so once I’m done getting the edits and beta readers’ comments, I’ll publish that baby.

So I’d love some comments. For erotica, what is your preferred length for short pieces? Thoughts?