New Courtland novella coming in 2 weeks! Are you ready? #kindle #mm #college #newadult

CourtlandBoxSetBelieve it or not, the Courtland Chronicles has been part of my life since long before I was ever published. It started out as a series of fan fiction stories, but these wonderful characters – Eric, Nick and Ally – quickly took on a life of their own.

I’d never read an m/m/f erotic romance that followed its characters over a number of years, never mind most of their lives, but once the idea got its hooks in me, I was a goner. Five books later, I put the series to bed, thinking at the time that I’d said all I could possibly say about these three extraordinary… lovers? Partners? Spouses? They were all that to me, and much, much more.

Deep down, I knew the final Courtland story hadn’t been told yet. But it wasn’t until a couple of months ago that Seth (Nick’s college-age son) came a-visiting with my fickle muse, both tapping me on the shoulder to say, “It’s time.”

Seth’s story, entitled In From the Cold, is coming September 15th. It’s a standalone, but if you’d like to refresh your memory regarding his parents’ tumultuous romance, here’s a great bargain for you…

All five of the original Courtland novels in one huge box set! Over 200,000 words! On sale for a limited time at these fine venues:

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Annnd… drumroll…

InFromTheCold_400x600For all the Courtland fans clamoring for the next generation…

Cold and sick, Seth Thompson must fight through a snowstorm to get home. Seth’s unconventional upbringing taught him to always reach out to strangers in need, and Iranian engineering student Bilal al-Mansoori is no exception. Being trapped together leads to an unexpected mutual attraction—and a feverishly hot night under the covers.

But Bilal needs more than simply a rescue from the weather—he’s trapped under lifetime of cultural pressures. His strict Muslim father and fellow Iranian students have no clue about his inner torment. His attraction to Seth isn’t a welcome discovery—instead he’s trapped between the existence he’s always known and the prospect of living and loving openly for the first time in his life.

 Now available for pre-order at these fine e-tailers:

Amazon / Nook / iTunes / Kobo / All Romance ebooks

                                                           Available everywhere September 15, 2014!

Exclusive excerpt from THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES! #surrenderboxset #kindle #preorder #military

UnconditionalSurrender_500x750Want a sneak peek of the Navy SEAL novella I’ve whipped up for the Unconditional Surrender bundle?

Committed couple David and Josh are long past the injuries, separation, and chain-of-command issues that plagued their early years together as Navy SEALs. Now, with David about to embark on a new career as a therapist, the future looms bright and promising—until Josh returns to active duty and David gets some news that may change everything.

Excerpt:

“It’s been over a year, and I still wake up screaming,” the guy huddled on the couch across from me said, his gaze practically boring a hole in the ugly brown carpet. “My girlfriend doesn’t get it, and I can’t tell her…” He made a helpless gesture and ran a hand over his hair, buzzed nearly bare on the sides with maybe half an inch of bristly brown on top. The same “high and tight” haircut I still wore. “The only ones I can really talk to are the guys from my unit, and they’re all as fucked up as me, or worse.”

“I’m glad you came in, Corporal…”—I stole a glance at his intake form—“Sullivan. I think we can help you here.” At least, I hoped we could.I’d seen my fair share of broken, traumatized military men come through the clinic in the past few weeks, most of them self-referred. Guys at the end of their rope with nowhere else to turn.

“That’s more than the fucking VA’s done.” Adam’s apple bobbing, Sullivan glanced up at me for the first time since he’d walked into my cramped cubbyhole. The clinic did good work, but, being financed mostly by public donations, the offices were strictly no-frills. As for Sullivan…his eyes looked like two burned holes in a rug, his hands shaking. He couldn’t be much older than twenty-one, the same age I’d been when I graduated from the Academy. Too young to have three tours under his belt. Way too young to be such a fucking wreck. “I don’t even know when I’ll get an appointment there.”

I’d heard that plenty of times by now, and every time it made my blood simmer. I’d gotten lucky—evidently being an ex-SEAL had fast-tracked me through the system. But these guys were hurting too, and nobody in charge was listening to them.

“I know there are things you can’t talk about,” I said. “But I’ve been through my fair share of firefights. I know what it’s like to hear bullets whizzing past your ears, to have to carry a wounded buddy out of a war zone…”

Or in my case, to be carried out myself. I still remembered that bloody, terrifying night in North Korea like it happened last week. That bullet tearing through my leg right before I hit the ground. Josh bandaging my wound and dragging me out of that prison camp, into the fucking jungle where I’d come that close to dying…

Sullivan clearing his throat jolted me back to the present. “Sorry.” I forced a smile. “What I meant is, I’ve got an idea what you’re going through.”

Sullivan nodded warily, until a loud bump from the hallway outside made him jump.

“It’s okay.” I reached out to him, but he pulled away. “You’re fine. You’re safe.”

But the look in his eyes screamed, There is no safety. There’s just living in this hell I can’t escape.

“It’s not your fault,” I said softly. “You’ve served with courage and honor, and—”

“What the fuck d’you know about it?” He jerked his chin at the file I’d been jotting notes in. “You got my service record there? No? Then you don’t know shit.”

Slumping over, he buried his face in his hands. I leaned in closer, hoping he wouldn’t interpret it as an aggressive act and freak out again. “Whatever happened, you can for—”

“Forgive myself? No fucking way.”

I glanced at his file again, looking for his first name. “Alex, listen to me—”

“Why don’t you fucking listen to me?” Sullivan’s head snapped up, eyes shiny-moist. “The things I’ve done…I can’t forgive myself because they’re unforgivable. Everything I ever learned about right and wrong, every law of common decency, I flushed it all down the toilet in fucking Afghanistan.”

I’d seen this way too much of late. Practically every military man I’d talked to here seemed to be suffering from not only a damaged psyche, but a damaged sense of self—no, a damaged soul.

I thought I was a good person, but I’ve done terrible things. Monstrous things.

How the hell was I supposed to heal that?

“Are you sleeping?” I asked.

“What do you think?”

I made another note in his file, hoping he didn’t notice how tightly—angrily—I was gripping the pen. How many times had I been tempted to drive over to the local VA and give the administrator in charge a piece of my mind? God knew, these men needed someone to advocate for them. “I can give you a referral to Dr. Tierney across the street, if you want. She’s authorized to prescribe for our clients.”

“Prescribe what?”

“A mild tranquilizer, maybe? To help you get some rest?”

He weighed it for a second or two before shaking his head. “Better not. I’d probably swallow the whole fucking bottle.”

An icy lightning bolt shot through me. “Have you been seriously considering”—I had to stop myself from saying “suicide”—“hurting yourself?”

“Every fucking day. The thought of going to hell’s the only thing that keeps me from doing it. That and my girlfriend.” Monroe’s expression softened. “The whole time I was over in the sandbox, all I could think of was coming home. Going to college on the GI Bill. Getting my life on track. Now I can barely haul my ass off the fucking couch.”

Panic attacks, check. Irritability, generalized anxiety, check. Insomnia, nightmares, double check. Hello, crippling PTSD. “Is that what brought you here?”

He nodded. “I don’t want to hurt like this anymore. I don’t want to hurt my girlfriend either.”

“Have you hurt her?” I tensed, not really wanting to know. If yes, I’d have no choice but to report it to the police.

Thank God, he shook his head. “I can usually feel the urge creeping up on me, so I go out for a walk ‘til it passes.”

Even in the midst of his suffering, he’d taken steps to make sure he hadn’t inflicted harm on anyone—well, no physical harm. I could only imagine the emotional toll…

Like when Josh helped you get through a year and a half of physical therapy?

Still, I didn’t think Sullivan posed a danger to himself or others. His body language had relaxed a bit, which I took as a good sign. Then I caught a glimpse of the clock over the door. Ten after five. Shit. I’d gone over again. “Looks like we’re out of time, but like I said, I’m glad you came in.” I set aside his file. “Shall we make another appointment? I’ve got some time free Thursday afternoon.”

“You want me to come back again this week?” He dug in his pocket and pulled out a ragged twenty and a handful of loose change. “I, uh…money’s a little tight right now…”

“We operate on a sliding scale. Whatever you can afford is fine.”

I held out my hand. Sullivan looked at it like he was afraid my fingers might turn into snakes and bite him, but he took it. His palms were still clammy-moist. “What branch did you serve in?” he asked.

“Navy. I was a SEAL, stationed right here at Coronado.”

“For real?”

I’d been sitting down when he came in, so he hadn’t seen me limping around. This time I gave him the full effect, grabbing both arms of my chair to push myself up. My bad leg got stiff when I’d been sitting too long, so I wobbled a bit, until I grabbed my cane. “That’s what my leg says.”

“Oh, Jesus…” He rubbed a hand over his face. “I had no idea. That sucks.”

“See? I wasn’t shitting you about having combat experience.” I ushered him down the short hallway to the reception area and laid a cautious hand on his arm, half expecting him to shake me off. When he didn’t, I added, “There’s no shame in asking for help. That’s what we’re here for.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Thanks, man. It’s good to know somebody gives a shit.”

Strong. Sexy. Sizzling.

There’s nothing like a man in uniform, and sixteen of today’s hottest gay romance authors are celebrating military heroes and the men brave enough to love them.

These brand-new novellas feature all branches of the service and offer something for every reader. Almost 300,000 never before published words!

Join me, L.A. Witt, Keira Andrews, Em Lynley, Brien Michaels, Rhi Etzweiler, Lia Davis, Kerry Adrienne, Cassandra Carr, Sam Schooler, Amelia Gormley, Lucy Felthouse, VJ Summers, Brit Blaise & Sasha Devlin for stories about hot fighting men with big hearts (and even bigger… *koff*)…

 

Coming October 2014!

Now available for pre-order at the following e-tailers:

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“Pre-orders for everyone!” says Amazon – and the self-publishing world goes NUTS! #kindle #pre-orders #infromthecold #surrenderboxset

InFromTheCold_500x750I’d barely opened my eyes this morning when I grabbed my phone to check my email. And what did I see? An amazing email from Amazon offering pre-orders (FINALLY!) on self-published books.

Naturally, I skedaddled on over and put my next release on pre-order.

In From the Cold, my new Courtland novella, will be released officially on September 15th, but you can pre-order it now here:

Amazon / Nook / iTunes / Kobo / All Romance ebooks

A few sobering thoughts at 2 a.m… #depression #writing

1331148130837_268271I didn’t think news of Robin Williams’ death had affected me that much, but it’s been lingering at the back of my mind ever since I heard. I’ve been trying to stay away from discussion about it on Twitter and Facebook – mostly so I don’t start snapping at people who call suicide “the coward’s way out.”

As someone who’s fought depression for most of her life, I see red when I read stuff like that. Not only from the ignorance in that statement, but from the privilege as well. What wouldn’t I give to be able to say, “I have no fucking clue what depression’s like. Nevertheless, I feel perfectly justified in judging you for ending your own misery.”

I’ve never actually attempted suicide, but I’d be lying if I claimed I’d never had suicidal thoughts. After my husband passed in 2009, I entertained suicidal thoughts off and on for a couple of years. Getting through the day with a hole where your heart used to be… it’s rough. I can look back on that time now and feel nothing but gratitude for my medication, my therapist and my cat. There were plenty of bleak nights where… well, I don’t know what would’ve happened without my sweet boy Timothy. Knowing I had his love completely and unconditionally (well, as long as I kept refilling his bowls – even kitty cats have priorities) meant a lot.

It’s easy to feel isolated when you’re depressed, especially after a death. That’s when you really find out who your friends are–and aren’t. Someone I considered a very close friend–someone I’d helped through her own grieving process when her grandmother passed away a year or so earlier–just… dumped me not six weeks after my husband died. People I used to hang out with dropped out of sight. The few people I still saw regularly became very uncomfortable whenever my husband’s death came up, as if they expected me to be over it after only a few months.

I’m still not exactly sure when it happened, but somewhere along the line, the silence in my apartment stopped bothering me. In fact, I started viewing it as a gift. I’ve never been able to concentrate on writing with noise in the house. I’ve always been a night owl, but I’d gotten into the habit of hitting the sack whenever my husband did. Now I could stay up however late I wanted. Make my own hours. Who cares what time I get my writing done, as long as I do it, right?

Six years on, and I’m doing all right. Last year I moved from the apartment my husband and I lived in for close to twenty years into a smaller, nicer, more affordable place with plenty of natural light. The natural light by itself has done wonders for boosting my mood. Every day I go out for a walk in my new neighborhood – two blocks away from the rear gate of the Defense Language Institute, which means there’s LOTS of gorgeous masculine eye candy.

I spend a lot of my time alone and working, but that’s okay. I’m grateful to be where I am now, both geographically and emotionally. Still, I will never, EVER judge anyone for not being able to cope.
 

 

Wanna show 50 Shades how it’s REALLY done? #kinky #valentine #bdsm #mm

fifty-shades-of-grey-christian-grey-boyfriend-confession-ecards-someecards If you’re anything like me, you were probably waiting for a peek at the new 50 Shades movie trailer – just to see how much of a giggle-fest we’re in for. Actually, I thought the trailer was pretty tasteful. Of course, they weren’t going to tip their hand this early, but what teensy clips they doled out to us don’t look too terribly awful. (Although I have to cringe at the thought that Ana’s being played by the daughter of the guy I used to lust after every Friday night during the 80′s… but I digress.)

Still, I can’t help wondering, “How badly are they gonna fuck up all the real info about kink? How far are they planning to play into Christian’s self-loathing?” I’m fully prepared to see the usual depiction of kinksters as pathetic, broken souls who do “this perverted stuff” because they can’t have sex like “normal” people.

And then I thought, “Fuck that! I know a hell of a lot more about real-world kink than EL James. Half the writers I know are in the lifestyle. Why don’t we just…”

Oh, I don’t know – write some stories of our own about smart, real, emotional kink between two hot guys?? (Or three or four – the more, the merrier!)

And naturally, my next thought was: “You’d better edit it.”

So here I am again, soliciting my colleagues’ services. Send me your dirtiest, most subversive m/m BDSM fiction. I want stuff hot enough to singe your eyeballs, yo! Contemporary, historical, sci-fi, fantasy… let your imaginations run wild! At least 20K, but novellas up to, say, 40K will be accepted.

Deadline: 12/31/14

Authors with a proven track record and established fan base only, please.

Questions? cat@catgrant.com

I can retire now! #breakingfree #bdsm #kindle #transgender

BreakingFree_500x750This is quite possibly the biggest rave review I’ve ever gotten – and will ever get, probably. It’s so gushingly complimentary, I’m almost embarrassed to share it.

ALMOST. *preens*

“There can be no doubt that Cat Grant fights the good fight with words, a whip in one hand, a velvet glove in the other, and a thoroughly satisfied muse chained to her kinky cross of love… there is so much perfection here you’ll be holding your breath, wondering if your heart can take the next turn of the page… I loved this book, and I’m betting you will as well. Go on. Get you some.” – Niki, Smoocher’s Voice

You heard the lady – go buy my book!

In the immortal words of Blackadder, get it here!

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It’s been a BUSY summer! #courtland #mm #multicultural #newadult #kindle

InFromTheCold_400x600Wow, I go almost a month without posting, and suddenly I’m brimming with news!

Ever since Triad came out last year, readers have been asking, “Will there be any more Courtland books?”

Well, now I can finally answer, “Yes!”

For all the Courtland fans clamoring for the next generation…

Cold and Sick, Seth Thompson must fight through a snowstorm to get home. Seth’s unconventional upbringing taught him to always reach out to strangers in need, and Iranian engineering student Bilal al-Mansoori is no exception. Being trapped together leads to an unexpected mutual attraction—and a feverishly hot night under the covers.

But Bilal needs more than simply a rescue from the weather—he’s trapped under lifetime of cultural pressures. His strict Muslim father and fellow Iranian students have no clue about his inner torment. His attraction to Seth isn’t a welcome discovery—instead he’s trapped between the existence he’s always known and the prospect of living and loving openly for the first time in his life.

(Note: This story stands-alone—no need to have read the prior Courtland books. Although, naturally, I hope you will!)

Look for it on (or around) September 15th! :)

And the raves are POURING IN! (Also – Wanna join my street team? :)

Takedown72lgIt’s been very gratifying to see the positive response to both of my July releases, Takedown and Breaking Free. Here’s a sampling of what readers had to say…

“I like this book. It’s a slow burn, frustratingly slow at times, but oh-so good… I think what I liked most is that Tom and Travis are not perfect when the story begins and they certainly are not perfect by the end. I can’t wait to see where Grant goes with this series next—Aaron perhaps?” – Joyfully Jay

(And yes, Aaron has a very prominent presence in Tap Out, coming next January. :)

“If you like hot, angry men fighting and sweaty breath-stealing sex then this book is for you. Fantastic read.” – MM Good Book Reviews

And Breaking Free‘s racked up some great notices too…

“I absolutely loved this book… Both Renee and Robert were amazing characters with so much depth that it was impossible not to root for them and want to see their happy ending… Thank you, Cat, I think you did a wonderful job!” – Rainbow Book Reviews

“This is the first time I’ve really read a story that took me through the changes, adjustments and struggles of someone transitioning, as well as their loved ones and/or partners… However, I fell in love and was extremely intrigued with this couple when I met them previously [in Guarded], and was quickly pulled into their story here… an emotional roller coaster… I loved it!” – The Blogger Girls

In other news… I’m preparing In From the Cold, the new Courtland novella, for a late August-early September release. I’ll be giving away ARCs to members of my street team Cat Grant’s Alley Cats (follow the FB link to join) in exchange for honest reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. Later on I’ll be giving away some special prizes – including T-shirts and other exclusive swag – for helping me spread the word!

Bannon’s Gym fans, wait no longer! TAKEDOWN is here! #mm #mma #boxing #kindle

Takedown72lgThose of you who’ve read Black Dog know why that book is very near and dear to my heart. It’s a love letter of sorts to my home, Monterey, California. It’s an exploration of what makes a real family And who can resist those tough-but-tender fighting men who wear their scars on the inside?

I couldn’t stop at one book. There was so much more of these characters’ stories to tell, and today the second installment, Takedown, has finally been released into the wild!

And the critical raves are rolling in:

“…Sweet in a rough and tumble way… the ending for these guys, so stressful and heart wrenching, is perfect.”Joyfully Jay

“…classic Cat Grant, strong characters, amazing dialogue, and a story that comes alive… a must read book by a brilliant author.” – Sensual Reads

“It is a tale about life… [it] had moments of sadness, but also moments when the good that can still be found in people, brought so much to so many… a great read.” – Roroblu’s Mum

 

Available at the following fine e-tailers:

Amazon / Kobo / iTunes / Samhain / ARe

 

BreakingFree_500x750My transgender novel Breaking Free‘s also raking in the critical acclaim:

“This is the first time I’ve really read a story that took me through the changes, adjustments and struggles of someone transitioning, as well as their loved ones and/or partners… I fell in love and was extremely intrigued with this couple when I met them previously [in Guarded], and was quickly pulled into their story here… Loved it!” – Blogger Girls

“If you’re looking for a book that will tug at your heartstrings and lift you up on wings of hope and you can enjoy kink and unconventional heroes/heroines, I’d really recommend you give this book a try.” – Jesse Hartrampf

In the immortal words of Blackadder… “Get it here!”

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And hey, do we have any Courtland fans in the house? Keep your eyes peeled for a brand-new novella, In From the Cold, coming soon! :)

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