I’m #1! I’m #1! (In gay romance on AMAZON!)

Or rather, I was last night. As of this posting, I’m #2. (Keep your poop jokes to yerself! :P)

It’s all due to my latest Bookbub campaign promoting the Courtlands, the Next Generation series. The first book, A Year in the Life, will be available for a whopping $.99 at the following venues until Friday, October 9th:


Get it here:


I’ve sold nearly 700 copies thus far on Amazon alone! Yes, I’m still pinching myself!

Unlike some of the superstar authors in the m/m genre, this isn’t something I can count on every time I run a promotion. In fact, for me this is pretty fucking rare.

My deepest thanks to everyone who bought a copy – you’ve covered my expenses on this promo, and then some!

And if you’ve already read book #1, book #2 is right here waiting for you! (Sorry, Richard Marx!)


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If you’re traveling to GayRomLit in San Diego next week, be sure to come up and say hello! I’ll have some special goodies for you. :)

Bookbub promo, blog tour, and more! Courtlands galore!

This is a big week for the Courtlands! I’m continuing the blog tour for Rites of Passage – drop by Lovebytes and Parker Williams‘ blog today for interviews, excerpts and a chance to win your choice of books from my backlist!

Haven’t read any of the Courtland books? A Year in the Life is a great place to start! From now until Friday, October 9th, you can pick up the first book in my new Courtlands, the Next Generation series for $.99!


Get it here:



My new release, now available at these fine e-tailers:

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It’s RELEASE DAY!! YAYYYYYY! *Kermit flail*

Today is a day I thought would never come.

When I started working on Rites of Passage last spring, I had very little confidence that I would finish it. I was sinking into a black pit of depression that rarely let up, even during the relatively sunny, warm summer months. I spent most of June stuck on a couple of transitional chapters, which sent my mood even deeper into the dumps.

“Why don’t you just quit?” the little devil on my shoulder whispered. “Face it, you’re done. You’re burned out. Time to pack it in. No one will even notice when you’re gone.”

To a certain extent, this had already been proven true. After an upswing with the publication of The Only One Who Cares and Tap Out at the beginning of 2015, my sales started to tank badly. I saw it happening, but my depression made me apathetic and unable to summon the will, or the energy, to do anything about it. I barely even left my apartment anymore, except for doctor’s appointments and the occasional grocery store run. Most days, the only living soul I spoke to was my beloved kitty Timothy.

Somewhere in the midst of all this gloom, I started working on the new novel again. I got unstuck and crept ahead a few chapters, then I hit another wall. Took me another month to pull myself out of it. But this time, I was determined to finish, if only for myself. I just wanted to prove that I could finish another book. Whether it was good enough to be published was another story.

I actually considered not publishing it, even after a couple of beta readers encouraged me to do so. As with a lot of my work, there are elements in this novel that people may find offensive. Then I figured, “Well, that’s never stopped me before.”

Anyone who’s read my books knows I don’t do “political correctness.” It’s death for any creative person. If you produce only bland narratives that never challenge your readers or expose them to ideas outside their own life experiences, then frankly, I would consider that work a failure.

Romance doesn’t have to be all hearts and flowers, all the time. For me, it’s simply too difficult to believe in happily-ever-afters that don’t feel earned. That’s why I put my characters through hell – to give them, and the reader, the catharsis they need.


Rites of Passage is now available at the following fine e-tailers:

Amazon  Nook  Kobo  All Romance ebooks

iTunes is dragging its feet, but it’ll be up shortly.

Two more days ’til RITES OF PASSAGE!!

It’s been kind of a whirlwind here, getting ready for my first new title since February. It’s been a while since I’ve had such a long stretch between books. Hope you all think the wait’s worth it!

RitesOfPassage_500x750 Adulthood sucks.

With college graduation behind them, Seth Thompson and Bilal al-Mansoori enjoy their last carefree summer. But the perfect future Seth’s envisioned since high school—moving to New York to pursue a career as an artist—doesn’t appeal to city-phobic Bilal. A job offer allowing Bilal to remain in upstate New York drives a wedge between them, and Seth’s family’s well-meaning interference doesn’t help at all. 

A trip to the UK for Bilal’s sister’s wedding offers a chance for them to get back on the same page. But their holiday is abruptly cut short when the unthinkable happens…

And Seth faces the very real possibility that he may never see the man he loves alive again.

If you’re going to GayRomLit in a couple of weeks (ACCKKKK! I’m nowhere near ready!), I should hopefully have paperback copies of both Rites and my new Samhain paperback, Below the Belt.

Rites of Passage is now available for pre-order at:

Amazon – Nook – Kobo – iTunes

Readers, mark your calendars!

RitesOfPassage_500x750The Rites of Passage blog tour starts October 1st! Join me for some exclusive interviews, excerpts and the chance to win books from my backlist.

Here’s the schedule:

October 1st – The Hat Party

October 2nd – Decadent Delights, MM Good Book Reviews

October 5th – Mikky’s World of Books, Love Bytes

October 6th – Molly Lolly

October 7th – Jessie G. Books, Bike Book Reviews, Rainbow Gold Reviews

If you’re going to GRL in San Diego next month, be sure to come say hi. I’ll have some cool swag to give out, including…



There’s a teeny-tiny catch this time, though – if you want one, you’ll have to hunt me down and ask me. Finding me won’t be hard – I’ve got my Author Q&A on Saturday at 9 AM in Mission Ballroom A, plus I’ll be helping to staff a table in the swag room. If you miss me there, I’ll also be at Dine With an Author, or you can just catch me in the hallways.

Only a month away, and I’m nowhere near ready! Eeeeeek!

Rites of Passage AND new Bannon’s Gym paperback, both coming in October! :)

It feels like nothing’s happened in my writing life for months – which, aside from plugging away at the new Courtland novel, is pretty much true. I haven’t had a new book out since February. That’s a long time, considering I had twelve new releases last year. But that’s what happens when depression moves in for the spring – and let me tell you, it’s the WORST. ROOMMATE. EVER!

But enough about me.

I’m doing my best to make up for my creative well drying up for eight months, with TWO new releases next month – first, the new Courtland book, Rites of Passage.

RitesOfPassage_500x750Adulthood sucks.

With college graduation behind them, Seth Thompson and Bilal al-Mansoori enjoy their last carefree summer. But the perfect future Seth’s envisioned since high school—moving to New York to pursue a career as an artist—doesn’t appeal to city-phobic Bilal. A job offer allowing Bilal to remain in upstate New York drives a wedge between them, and Seth’s family’s well-meaning interference doesn’t help at all.

A trip to the UK for Bilal’s sister’s wedding offers a chance to get back on the same page. But their holiday is abruptly cut short when the unthinkable happens…

And Seth faces the very real possibility that he may never see the man he loves alive again.

Yes, it’s angsty. No, it doesn’t end on a cliffhanger. And that’s all I’m saying for now. :-P

Also, the very kind creative staff at Samhain have put together a special paperback edition of the first two Bannon’s Gym book, Black Dog and Takedown!

BelowTheBelt72lgLove isn’t afraid to fight dirty.

Black Dog

Danny Bannon and Eddie Roscoe have been fighting, in and out of the ring, for more than fifteen years. Their on-again off-again relationship takes a hard right cross with the arrival of Tom Delaney, a boxing prodigy on the run.

But Tom’s punch-happy, politically influential father isn’t yet down for the count. And Tom’s ready to turn his new fighting skills to a deadly purpose. Revenge, or die trying. Unless his surrogate big brothers can put their painful past behind them to keep history from rising up for another round.


Back in town to settle his family’s affairs, Tom’s only refuge is Danny Bannon’s gym—which also harbors Travis, Tom’s ex. As in ex-sparring partner, ex one-night stand. The last time they faced off in the ring, he left Tom with a broken jaw and a concussion.

The sparks are still there, but when Travis’s own troubles quite literally explode, their only chance to build something solid on their broken past could go up in flames.

Warning: Nothing says “I love you” like tough guys with a long history beating the crap out of each other in the ring. Contains sweaty sexual tension, cursing, grappling, kicking, thrown elbows, and more angst than deemed safe by the Surgeon General.

And what gorgeous covers, huh? With the exception of a couple I got from a publisher who shall remain nameless (whose initials just might be EC), I’ve had astoundingly good luck in the cover art department. I’ve been covered by some of the best in the business, in fact – Reese Dante, LC Chase, Angie Waters, Dar Albert, Lou Harper. I guess you could say I’m spoiled!

Keep your fingers crossed – I’m hoping to have paperback copies of both books for GayRomLit next month!

Attention, readers – I’ll be giving out a limited number of ARC’s in exchange for honest reviews. Email me if interested, at: cat@catgrant.com.

Pages and pages and pages…

I’ve decided to give Kindle Unlimited another try – in a limited way.

As of now, Guarded, Once a Marine, The Only One Who Cares & The Courtland Chronicles, Books 1-5 box set are now available exclusively on Kindle Unlimited.

Once I see how and/or if it works out, I may add more books later.









And the speed-bumps just keep on comin’!

i-refuse-to-let-my-monday-depression-get-in-the-way-of-my-10poundsoverweight-depression-63KI’m not going to kid you – 2015’s been kicking my butt. Maybe not the year itself, more what I’ve been doing with myself this year.

The answer: Not a whole hell of a lot.

The reason: Trying (with various degrees of non-effectiveness) to get through this multi-month roller-coaster of depression.

This particular bout of the blues hasn’t followed my usual pattern, which is: Grit my teeth through the holidays, the anniversary of Don’s death (January 19th) and my birthday (February 2nd). If I make it through all that, I’m normally home free, except for the odd week here or there.

This year I got past all the stressful dates, and then – BAM! It hit me hard in mid-March, and I’m still trying to climb out of it.

I haven’t been this depressed for such a long stretch of time in ages. Between my antidepressants and medical cannabis, I’m usually able to hold it at bay, though I never really escape it. Even when I’m feeling cheerful, I know the darkness is still out there, waiting to pounce.

I also know that I should be feeling a greater sense of urgency about taking care of myself, making sure I meet my writing goals, trying harder to get my work done…

And yet, I don’t.

You know that tingly feeling you get all over, that sense of anticipation when you know something good’s coming?

I don’t have that anymore. In fact, I haven’t felt that way in years.

I don’t get excited about anything anymore. Life, for me, has become a sequence of events I don’t particularly enjoy or not enjoy. My reaction to everything these days is, mostly, “meh.”

RitesOfPassage_500x750Which is why I’ve been working on this second Seth/Bilal book since February. It’s not that I think it’s a bad book, but it is way different from anything I’ve written before, so naturally I’m nervous. I’d hoped to get it out by May, then June, then last month, and now here it is, August, and still no book.

I’m sorry to have let you all down, but I’m more sorry about letting myself down. I don’t usually have this much trouble living up to my goals. I will do better, though – I promise.

Right now, my goal is to get the book out in time for GayRomLit in San Diego this October.

Thank you all for being so patient. :)

Reports of my death…

Well, you know the rest! Sorry I’ve been so scarce, but I’ve been neck-deep in this new Courtland book since…February? March? I can’t remember the last time it took me this long to finish a manuscript. This story just doesn’t want to come easily.

I am still working on the manuscript, but I’m getting close to the end. I don’t want to mislead you all by ann0uncing a release date and then blowing past it, like I did in June. I’m doing everything I can to have the paperback ready by GRL.

As a matter of fact, I just got the new cover today!

RitesOfPassage_400x600This novel’s different from anything I’ve written (solo) before. I’m not sure how to describe it, other than saying the last third of this book is some of the most emotionally intense stuff I’ve ever written. It definitely raises the bar on putting my characters through the wringer!

Yes, there are some dangly plot thingies that remain unresolved at the end, just like in the first book. I’ve answered some of those questions, while raising even bigger ones. (That’s what she said!)

In fact, the major event that happens in the last third of the book will come back to haunt the characters big-time in book #3.

I’ll try to have a blurb for you later this week. :)



I’m back! Well, sort of…

WOW. I honestly hadn’t realized1342209310629_8360995 I’d neglected to post since last March. But y’know, shit happens. In my case, it’s happened for about two years!

Actually, more like three – if we’re getting technical, five. First, the cumulative emotional upheaval of two separate professional partnerships that didn’t work out, then realizing I’m not physically able to keep up with most able-bodied people anymore…

It wears you down, all the depression and stress. In fact, it reached a breaking point this past winter.

When I made it through Christmas, the anniversary of Don’s death and my *mumblety-mumble* birthday without a major depressive episode, I thought I was home free…

But that was just tempting fate. One morning around the middle of February, I woke up and burst into tears. That was the beginning of a major depressive episode that lasted until…

Well, I’m still trying to pull myself out of it. I’ve started working on my latest manuscript again. Progress on it carried on slow as molasses while I spent twelve weeks sleeping twelve hours a day, and the rest so weepy and depressed, I couldn’t get out of bed anyway.

But I’m feeling better now, thanks to medical marijuana and my goofy old tuxedo cat. My sweet boy Timothy just loves to keep me entertained.

Quick update: As of now, it looks like I won’t be attending RainbowCon in Tampa this July. My roommate’s cancelled, plus airfares are prohibitively expensive. Last year I spent $300-400, but this year it’s looking more like $600-700.

However, barring complications, I plan to attend GRL in San Diego this October. Can’t miss the first GayRomLit in my home state!

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