Shadow Harvest is out!

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Shadow Harvest
by James Buchanan

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Do you dream of men who shed their skin? Do spirits and demons whisper innuendo in your ear? Goblins, witches and skinwalkers haunt the pages of these seven sensual, seductive and scary stories. From Navajo cousin-brothers for whom the old stories hold more meaning than most to love spells gone awry in post-communist Russia and nightmare encounters with fallen angels along the Angeles Crest, terror and sex become one shivery tingle down your spine. Give in and let James Buchanan thrill you with his brand of homoerotic horror.

These are previously published (and out of eprint) stories: The Horned Lord, Jack, Sugar Skull, Harvest, Out of the Woods, The Darkness and My Brother, Coyote...available all together in one print volume!

The blackness of deep morning wound about him. An evil time to be out… a time with no light, dawn was still hours away. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid’ his own voice chanted in his ears. He should have stayed at Martha’s, but no, it was a family habit just to do stupid things. True dropped his head on the steering wheel and picked at the worn seat cover trying to figure out his next move. The cover’s Indian blanket design of grey and black stripes woven in nylon pulled him in.

An old blanket striped brown on black had covered his brother's shaking form. Seth curled in the back seat of the police car, purple shadows of bruises mottling his cheek and chin. More, new and old, would be hidden under his clothes.

Seth wasn’t really his brother, but his mother’s cousin’s son. Cousin-brothers, that’s how their world defined them. Only an hour separated them in time. Their mothers held hands as Old Woman Vasquez helped bring two boys screaming into the world. Strength and pain slipped back and forth between the women binding their children forever. Ánaaí Seth, atsilí True, big brother, little brother, in the old ways they would have all shared the same roof because they were tied to each other through their mother’s blood.

As True stood by the police car, a low voice came from behind him, “Tick, wanna talk to me about tonight?”

Everyone called him Tick back then. It had started as a joke when they were very young. Someone had asked for True and his mother snapped that they should find Seth because True would be stuck to him like a tick on a sheep. At first the name had bothered him. After a while it just was another name.

He turned his attention to the officer, directing his gaze somewhere below the man’s right knee. Direct eye contact was too personal to share with this man.

“They say you were here.” The officer was a cousin, his father’s sister’s husband’s cousin, not so close as Seth.


True had crawled through the small window into a dank trailer that reeked of motor oil, dogs and mildew. A dingy, narrow mobile home squatted on a plot of desert east of town. Nothing much, but Seth and his Dad called it home. Rank weeds punched through gaps in the skirting. When the wind was up you could feel it thrum under the floor. Seth had sat cross-legged on the mattress, a handful of glossy magazines clutched tightly. Such a prize they had found, kicking around the dumpsters behind one of the bars, dirty magazines. It was as good as candy at Christmas for two teenage boys.

A peek through the half opened door confirmed Martín DelOro, Seth’s old man, was home. They crowded next to each other watching him sprawled in grimy, grey dungarees on the couch. Seth’s dad was half Mexican; the old ways didn’t mean shit to him. Drunk in the front room, Seth’s dad was not one you wanted to be around when he was muy borracho. There wasn’t a time that it hadn’t been so, not that either boy could remember.

Seth closed the door quietly and put his back against the bedstead. Lying on the bed, feet propped against the far wall, True fingered one of the magazines. Pressed so close to Seth, True could smell the wind and sand in his hair.

Seth’s room was hardly more than a closet. Still, he had more privacy than True could even imagine. All of his brothers and sisters slept in the same room. So he came to Seth’s house. It was worth the risk of catching his uncle in a bad mood just to be alone for awhile. Martín’s drinking habits were why they always came and went through the window in Seth’s room.

Voice low so as not to wake the sleeping man, “What’d ya think Tick?” Somewhere from his dad’s mom’s side Seth had inherited golden brown eyes. They flicked furtively over the shiny, black covers with their teasing pictures. Neither had really looked when they found the magazines. There wasn’t time. Just long enough to guess what they had, then grab them from the dumpster and run.

Now, as they flipped through the slick pages, hands damp with excitement, a whole new world exploded before them.

“Whoa crap.” True’s hiss was barely audible. Blonde hair, tan lines and not a whole lot of clothes on those pages. They were all guys, doing things to other guys. Lips touching, hands exploring, mouths and tongues caressing very private places; True had never imagined such things. Then he noticed a blonde on his back with legs in the air and a dark-haired fellow putting himself, well, in there, and suddenly True knew.

He knew why he always wanted to be with Seth. He knew why he got angry and hot inside when Seth flirted with the girls at school. He knew why he dreaded Squaw Dances, with the giggling girls prodded by their mothers to pick good-looking boys like him and like Seth… having to give up his precious nickels and dimes so the girls would leave them alone. Dark desire crawled in the pit of his stomach. Glancing up he met Seth’s gaze. Seth’s amber eyes were hard and hungry. True’s eyes held the same hunger. Both saw. Both dropped their stares. But where their eyes landed was the magazines that told them what they wanted from each other.

Neither could believe what the other’s face said. To commit and say such things was not how they’d been raised. “So that’s what they do to each other?” the words were whispered; giving form to the thought.

“Yeah, I guess,” Seth coughed. “You think it hurts?”

“Stick your finger up there and find out,” True teased. Seth’s boot caught him on the thigh, pushed, trying to shove True off the edge of the bed. True punched him back, hitting his hip. Laughs came out as snorts.

Two men were almost kissing in a full page spread. Holding it up for Seth’s inspection, “What do you think they’re saying?”

Crooning, leaning in, “Oh baby, oh baby,” Seth mimicked the soaps on T.V. True pushed his cousin’s face away. Seth grabbed his hand and True tried to yank it back. He kicked and missed.

“Come on, bro, you can do better than that.” Seth taunted him. Holding his wrist, holding his ankle, the older boy wrested him down, pinned him. Both were laughing and True looked in Seth’s eyes… really looked again. You never stared like that, it just wasn’t done. Hunger, need, everything he felt was echoed back.

His free hand found Seth’s chest, up underneath his shirt. Cold fire burned under his palm, Seth’s pulse drumming in time with his own. True could feel it, knew he could touch Seth this way, be with him always this way, never have to lose him this way. True’s gut tightened, spun, and he felt nauseous. A sharp, searing blow smashed the inside of his head. His ears rang with a terrible, high-pitched whine. Large, glowing, a black light burned before his eyes.

Then it was gone and he was with Seth. Peace, no wanting, no pain, just gentle longing and bliss.

Seth leaned in, his rust brown hair brushing True’s cheek. With Seth’s weight heavy on his body, True pulled Seth hard against his mouth. His first real kiss was with Seth. It was moaning and tongues and not breathing at all. Everything had gone hard and throbbing; hormones rampaging between them.

That’s when Martín lurched through the door.


New interview and excerpt

Thursday, October 02, 2008

By Lisabe over at some sillyness, music and an excerpt of Hard Fall my newest Suspense/Romance out through MLR Press in January 2009


James on the Radio

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

I will be interviewed on Voice America Radio by Dr. Marlene Siersema Wednesday, July 23, 2008, from 1-2 PM Pacific Time (3pm/CT, 4pm/Est) Live Worldwide.   The show will air live on  and then go into syndicated rotation on the various Voice America channels.   Anyone who wants to call in and ask me questions can do so at: 1-866-472-5792 


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Review of True Hollywood from Joyfully Reviewed

Sunday, July 13, 2008


Nannette has this to say:  I love the way James Buchanan writes. Whether his stories are about cops, cowboys, vampires, or stuntmen, I’m completely sucked in every time. True Hollywood has one incredibly hot sex scene, two sexy guys, and a lot of angst. It’s real and a little gritty and the chicken cannon story is hilarious! I was wide- eyed and glued to the pages as Jason told it laughing along with them. I need more. I need a True Hollywood 2!  I need to know what happens between Jason and Ernie James!



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Thursday, July 10, 2008

Yeah, kink.

I've got mine. SG and I talked last night about what is vanilla and what's not in our relationship. Specifically, how we consider handcuffs a normal part of our sex life, getting the sling out and hooking it into the ceiling...pretty normal. If his butt don't get whacked, we're obviously not having sex, and that there's certain types of play we enjoy that I can't even write about (okay I can write them...just can't get them published.

This was of course prompted by something another Dom freind of mine sent. I will say the fact that the guy in the dalmation suit yipps and barks when the guy in the Fox suit does him...just adds sooooooo much. And it's not just the Furries aspect...but it's bondage Furries, and cartoon sextoys.

This rates out at serious James ((O.O)) WARNING - DANGER WILL ROBINSON. Seriously I couldn't watch the whole thing.

1. Don't clicky if you're under 18.

2. Don't clicky if you don't like m/m sex and

3. FURRIES - NUFF SAID It is so not work safe. You have be warned.

Obviously, this is not my kink. But of course, I'm going to have to write it. It's just too good to leave be. I've already got the scene in my head. The cop coming upon that scene, just the comidic potential from a writer's perspective is legion. Then how does one fetishise that? I can do rope, handcuffs, bondage. The oject and process recieves the same erotic description as a body part. If you write handcuff fetish, then a good portion of the story focuses on the handcuffsf, thier weight, feel and how the glint off the lighting. But how do you eroticise a fur suit? Don't's imponderable.


Phaze Father's Day Sale

Sunday, June 15, 2008

To honor the hot daddies out there, and you know who you are, Phaze Books is running a special for today only, Sunday, June 15th, Father's Day! Get 20% off of any Phaze Books purchase! Use this code at checkout:


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Tuesday, June 10, 2008


TwoLips Reviews: Cheating Chance is the recommended read and reviewer's choice for June

Monday, June 09, 2008

Bella with Two Lips Reviews gave Cheating Chance a recommended read AND her reviewer’s choice for June!


“Cheating Chance is an awesome story that will make you resent every single second that you have to take away from reading to deal with the inconveniences of daily life, like eating and sleeping.[…] James Buchanan wrote a winning combination with Nick and Brandon and I’m eagerly looking forward to the next book in the series. Cheating Chance is a must have for the library of all m/m lovers and it will place James Buchanan on the list of authors you must buy!

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Saturday, June 07, 2008


Another Great review for The Good Thief

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

5 Angles from Fallen Angels


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Gritty suspense, tight pacing and exquisitely detailed background along with Buchanan’s trademark fiery sex scenes all combined to make The Good Thief a thoroughly satisfying and rewarding read. I highly recommend it. ~Nicky



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Superior review for James Buchanan's "True Hollywood: Los Angeles"

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Nicky with Fallen Angel Reviews gave James's Urban Phaze 5 Angels!

"I found Jason and Ernie to be instant favorites. Strikingly created,
they're so strongly described; it was as if they were alive and sitting
next to me, telling their story. This isn't some fantasy, no, Buchanan
did his research and presents a group of stuntmen and women that are so
rowdy and real; they even come with their own memories of past stunts!
I found it easy to fall into this loveable crowd of misfits as they
represent the part of Hollywood that not many people are aware of,
despite how many movies live off them. Yet they're big and bold in this
story that's all about True Hollywood. Combine this group with the
graceful, realistic background of a glittery, hard-edged Los Angeles
and the mind-blowing chemistry between Jason and Ernie and I say that
this story, hands down, is a winner.

Will there be more? I can only hope!"


Reading Reminder!

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

I’ll be signing copies of The Good Thief

Tomorrow May 29, 2008

7:30 pm.

A Different Light
8853 Santa Monica Blvd
West Hollywood CA 90069


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True Hollywood is Out!

Sunday, May 11, 2008

James Buchanan's "True Hollywood - Los Angeles" - Urban Phaze

Los Angeles isn't all lights, camera, action! Real people live, love and make movies. Justin and Ernie once fell off buildings and into bed, but that was years ago. When they're drawn back together at the wake for an industry mentor, all the old feelings come rushing back. Can two adrenaline junkies work past the years and rediscover what they walked away from?



Wow a day for reviews...

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Three reviews, two are recommended reads!


Review on  “I must say that I found this probably a more gritty look at the life of the gay male in certain work fields. Sad, but true. I liked the fact that the emotions of both men were explored, the sex and light bondage were extremely sensual and there were enough sub-characters such as Mexican Mafia to make the plot continually interesting without those "slow" patches.” Reviewed by WitchGiggles




Lord Carabas is a riveting tale and the first book in a now-titled series, River of Time.  Much more than a simple “boy meets girl, girl denies boy, boy gets girl” or even a “boy meets boy, and boy seduces boy”, we have a complicated and engrossing tale with descriptions and character definitions that make you feel like you are a part of the story.  My favorite quote:  “Hope lived and died in a thousand angels' heartbeats”.  With Lord Carabas, we get so many elements to enjoy: historical setting, fantasy, duels, political intrigue, shipboard battles, and outposts in the New WorldLord Carabas is definitely a Joyfully Recommended read!  Reviewed by Beth Anne



Fantasies Volume III  has it all, from western settings to princes, kingdoms, and castles; to Seelie and Unseelie; cops, mafia, corporate business types, and historical England. This volume is sure to please and satisfy manlove romance readers all over.  So many of my favorite romance scenarios were hit and that is why I Joyfully Recommend Fantasies Volume III.

“Mask” by James Buchanan:  The story opens with an intimate moment between Hector and Martin, and the passion and love that exists between these two men is intense.  James Buchanan once again writes with descriptive imagery that pulls you into the story and makes you feel like a participant rather than a bystander.  “Mask” has lovely men, wicked women, magic, and an enjoyable story.  Reviewed by Beth Anne




Book Signing

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Thursday May 29, 2008

7:30 pm


I'll be signing copies of The Good Thief, so come on down!


Working construction provides Caesar with a great way to cover up his real job; stealing whatever he can get his hands on. Which is why the guy he has a fling with could be really bad for business. Nate is a cop, and Caesar worries that he might be tempting fate if he sees Nate again, even if he wants to.


When Caesar discovers something far worse than some petty thievery on one of his jobs, though, he knows he has to report it to Nate, and the two of them try to find a way to keep Caesar safe until he can testify, even as the sparks fly between them. Can Nate protect Caesar and teach him that there are ways to be a good guy as well as a thief?


Info on the venue: 


A Different Light

8853 Santa Monica Blvd

West Hollywood CA 90069



Since 1979, A Different Light Bookstore has been committed to serving the Gay, Lesbian, Bi-sexual and Transgender community. We have been bookstore, social hall, sanctuary and life-line. With our world-famous stores in San Francisco and West Hollywood - and, now, online - our commitment extends beyond the West Coast to the rest of the country and the world.


I’ll post a reminder closer to the event, but *hoping* this allows you to plan you calendars. 


Another Great Review for Cheating Chance

Monday, April 28, 2008

Yeah, I know…5 of 5! From Literary Nymphs.


“The gifted James Buchanan lures you into the networking within the legal systems and the progression of an investigation, the emotional turmoil of a new relationship and the motivations for murder. Cheating Chance is a well written, realistic mystery blended with humor and sensuous love play that keeps your emotions attached to the very end of the story. I enjoyed this impressive and tantalizing story immensely.”




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TwoLipsReviews - The Good Thief by James Buchanan

A new review of The Good Thief...which BTW is available for order at
Barnes& and should be available on Amazon soon. You can still buy
the eBook at

Bella of Two Lips gives The Good Thief 5 out of 5 (and marks it with an
"outrageously hot cop" designation)

"The Good Thief is a great book that will pull you into the story from the
first page with characters who are flawed, yet perfect for each other. Pick
up The Good Thief for a day when you are looking for a explosively hot read
that packs plenty of suspense and humor to keep you turning the pages."


New Review of Cheating Chance

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Cheating Chance by James Buchanan, Book one of the "Taking the Odds" Series.
eBook available:

And Coming in July to Print through MLR Press! You'll find it on,, your local GLBT bookseller and other
fine book retailers.

Fallen Angeles Review: "I really enjoyed Nick and Brandon as characters.
Nick is out of the closet but not flamboyantly so. He doesn't hide the fact
that he's gay nor does he flaunt it. He exudes his own blend of sexual
appeal with a hint of vulnerability; he's also one cool character with his
Goth lifestyle. Brandon is oh so sexy with his bad boy looks with the added
attraction that no matter what his exterior presents he's a cop with a
strong moral code. The frustrations that the couple faces with trying to
make a long distance relationship work aren't new, but when you add in the
fact that they have to hide their relationship because Brandon is still so
deeply hidden in the closet, it makes it even harder than normal. [...]James
Buchanan needs to hurry up and write more about Nick and Brandon. I can't
wait to see what the future holds for these two intriguing characters and
their troubled relationship!"

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Lord Carabas in Print

Sunday, April 13, 2008

And now in print...

James Buchanan's Lord Carabas

In a Seventeenth Century that never quite was, Julius Montclair LaRousselives out a slightly off center fairy tale. A half-fé orphan, raised byJesuits and turned brigand, he shares his adventures across France and into the New World as he tries to get the girl, the boy, and maybe save theFrench outpost in La Florida along the way.



Cheating Chance is Out

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Cheating Chance

by James Buchanan


Publisher:  Torquere Press

Length:  Novel (177 pages / 83500 words)

Price:  $5.95

ISBN: 978-1-60370-303-1, 1-60370-303-9

Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc


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Nick O'Malley is an agent for the Nevada Gaming Commission. He's also a Goth with a hearse he's restoring, and an ex lover he's only just getting over. Brandon Carr is a cop with the Riverside PD. Lucky for him, he's in Vice where his tattoos and biker boy looks serve him well.


The two meet at a Goth convention in San Diego and the sparks fly immediately. So much so that a weekend fling turns into more and Brandon spends his four day weekend visiting Nick.


Things aren't all sparks and roses though: the two do live a nine hour drive apart, and Brandon's not out. Add to that a murder right in front of them, a company trying to cheat the system and the Mexican Mafia, and Brandon and Nick's relationship will need to overcome a whole slew of obstacles in order to work.


Despite everything, can Brandon and Nick make a go of it?


Taken a chance on these two and find out:


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Review: Mychael Black, popular Torquere author, writes:


Brandon Carr is firmly in the closet. Very firmly. Safely hidden where no one else can see that he has a penchant for men. As a cop for Riverside Police, he knows how to keep his needs and desires tucked away. And up until now, he's managed just fine. Then Nevada Gaming Commission Agent, Nick O'Malley, waltzes into his life and turns Brandon's world upside down in a heartbeat.


Nick is out and perfectly at home in his skin. He knows what he wants and Brandon fits the bill perfectly. They play hard and despite Brandon's avoidance of anything remotely resembling love, Nick already knows how he feels about the closeted detective. Unfortunately, fate has other ideas. When Nick's job lands him into a nasty mess, it'll be up to Brandon to get him out.


Hot cops. Hot sex. Tons of action. What's not to love??


From the first words on the page, it's impossible NOT to become entangled in this story. Brandon and Nicky are both insanely hot. Together, they leave you speechless. The tension is strong, in and out of their relationship. The sex? Dear God. The rope bondage scenes are intense and you feel as if you're right there, feeling the slide of rope over your skin as Brandon does.


If you've never read anything from Buchanan, this is a perfect time (and book) to start. It sets the tone for Buchanan's work: gritty, real, and hot as hell.



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Nick looked up into a pair of crystal blue eyes. He started, thumping the back of his head on the hood of the Endloader.


Brandon leaned back against the driver side door, laughing. Black jeans rode low across his hips. His chest was bare except where the tattoos reached around his sides. A shower had softened the spikes and his black hair drifted in wisps across his forehead. For one brief moment Nick forgot just how mad he was and allowed himself to stare in awe at the muscles and the tats and the incredible smile. Then the memory of the previous night reared up. Hinges screeched as he slammed the hood down hard.


“So this is the hearse?” Brandon raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure it’s a restoration project and not a junk yard?”


Nick offered up a thin smile. “Yeah, this is the rust bucket.” As he pushed past Brandon and slid into the front seat, Nick twisted the key in the ignition. The hearse roared to life with a throbbing, primal growl.


“Whoa, she lives, I’m impressed.” Brandon started to reach in and touch Nick’s hair. Nick caught the movement in the rearview, slamming the door shut to stop him. “What the?”


The driver’s window was down, semi-permanently. It had to be physically pulled into place. “Garage door’s open.” He slung his arm over the door and picked at the rotting weather strip. “Wouldn’t want anyone to see us together.”


“Nicky, what’s up?”


“It’s me, not you.” His boot heel drew a red-brown line from the gas pedal back. “Don’t worry about it.” Probably time to order carpeting through Kanter. Probably should get floor panels first… or maybe fix the window and do weather stripping. Shit, there was still a lot to do. He’d hoped a certain someone could help him with that. That’s what he got for letting his fantasies overstep reality.


Both hands on the door, Brandon leaned down to peer at Nick. “About what? Tell me.”


“I’ll get over it.” Mouth set hard, his eyes slid toward Brandon. “Don’t worry about it.”


“Before I leave on Sunday? Come on tell me.” Silence answered him. Brandon switched tactics. “I had a lot of fun last night, at least before everything went to hell.”


“Yeah, you were having fun.” Nick reverted to staring out the windshield.


“You weren’t?”


“At first.” Nick killed the engine. “When we first got to Purgatory and Miri’s birthday that was fun.”


“And...” Brandon prompted.


Nick tried not to let the pain show in his eyes. “Then you went to get a drink at the bar. And you stayed at the bar flirting with that girl. I mean, shit, we haven’t seen each other in two months and you ditch me to chase tail... which, as far as I know, you’re not going to do anything with anyway.”


“Nick, I told you I’m not out.”


“Okay. No!” Nick ran his nails across his scalp. “Not out is no public displays of affection. I can’t tell anyone we’re seeing each other. I get it. It’s bad enough, but I understand why.” His hand slammed the steering wheel. “It is not ignoring me for an hour while you grab some bitch’s ass! You wanna cover... I’m seeing someone. Gee, you’re cute, but I can’t get involved now. I’ve really been looking forward to seeing you again, and that just fucking hurt.”


“Listen, Nicky, I didn’t do it to hurt you. I’m sorry. It’s just habit.”


More black flecks found their way to the floor. “You know what really hurt?”




“That your first thought wasn’t me... it was protecting your cover in the easiest way possible.”


“I’m sorry, Nicky. I should have handled it better. All I can do is say I’m sorry.”


“I know. I’ll get over it. Like I said it’s my problem.”


Hard silence broke between them for a time. “No, it’s my problem. I really, really like you, Nicky. It’s been a long time since I felt this way about anybody. Hell, I drove four hours across the desert, pulling bugs outta my teeth to see you.” Nick snorted a laugh. “Let’s not go out tonight. Stay home, just you and I. I’ll give you all the attention you need. I want to. I want to be with you.” Brandon leaned in through the window and turned Nick’s chin with his fingers.


“The garage door’s still open.”


“I know.” Brandon kissed him. Brandon hadn’t shaved yet. Stubble tickled the edge of Nick’s lips. “You broken it in yet?”


He pulled back. “Broken what in?”


“Big ol’ back area…” Brandon’s chin jerked towards the rear of the hearse. “Plenty of room.” Nick’s skin tingled under Brandon’s feather light touch as the other man reached in and pulled the t-shirt over Nick’s head. The black material landed in a pile somewhere near the bike. Holy shit, Brandon was intense. A smile flashed, the latch clicked and the door eased open.


“You’re fucking crazy, you know that?” Nick rolled his eyes, sliding back across the bench. “Jake would never have gone for that. He was always after me to sell it and use the money for a down payment on a Toyota.”


It was almost feral how Brandon moved, crawling across the seat on all fours. “That’s just tragic.” The deep voice was mellow, soothing, sensual. Nick could get off just listening to Brandon talk.


Already things were beginning to tingle and tighten. “Well, this wasn’t his lifestyle.”


“How the hell did you meet him then?” Strong arms were on either side of Nick’s hips as Brandon leaned in.


“He’s part of the fetish crowd, dress up to party on weekends.” Why the fuck was he talking about Jake? Especially with Brandon licking just behind his ear; damn it was really getting hot. “You know, club bleed over and stuff. Otherwise he’s pretty conservative.” A strong hand stroked him through the camouflage. He began to swell in response to the touch. “He thought the Hearse was weird. A sling in his bedroom, okay. A car that used to haul around dead people, gross.”


Brandon’s lips were working down the side of his neck. “I think it’s wicked. What’d ya name her?” Fingers of frost danced under Nick’s skin wherever the kisses landed.


Nick’s skin clung to the vinyl against his back. “Querida.” His own hands were tracing the ridges of Brandon’s biceps, his hips grinding into the caress. “It means ‘I desire you’… it’s what Gomez called Morticia.”


“I always wondered about that. Querida.” The way Brandon said it, Nick knew he wasn’t talking about the car. “Wanna climb in the back and fool around?” Brandon was just too damn sexy to stay mad at for long.


Nick’s breathing was already heavy. The heat in the garage didn’t help. “For a guy who’s not out you certainly like to have sex in some risky places.” Well, not that risky, they were almost sixty feet back from the street and in a garage. Still, if someone were standing at the end of the drive they’d get a show. “Besides, I didn’t bring anything out with me.”


Brandon chuckled. “Cops and Boy Scouts always come prepared.” A thin foil package dropped between Nick’s legs.


He twisted the packet in his fingers, sliding his gaze up to meet Brandon’s eyes. “Make up sex.”


“Oh, hell, yeah, baby.” Burning hard kisses stole what little remained of Nick’s resistance. “One of the best types around.”


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Another Great Review for Twice The Cowboy, Twice the Ride

Sunday, March 09, 2008

4.5 Nymphs..."I thoroughly enjoyed the book, and was caught between laughter over antics and fanning to abide the heat. I’ll admit the sex was hotter the second time around." "Twice the Cowboy, Twice the Ride is the first book by James Buchanan that I have had the privilege to read and review. I’m positive it won’t be the last. You watch as Manuel and Jess both grow and nurture each other through the series, learn to overcome obstacles and put old fears to rest. They even find acceptance where they thought none may be given. All the while, you are delivered with bits of humor and sex hot enough to scorch your eyebrows. James Buchanan has delivered a series you don’t want to miss."


I think I scandalized the Scandalous Minx.


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Leap Day Sale at Phaze

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Leap Day only comes around once every four years, and Phaze is celebrating
with a special sale and Take a Leap Giveaway, with two ways to win!

All through Leap Day, 2.29.08, you can get 29% off all eBooks in our store
using the checkout code LEAP2008. When you purchase a title from the catalog on Leap Day you will be eligible to win one of TWO gift certificates valued at $29 each.

You can also enter the drawing by sending an e-mail to
with your Name, E-Mail Address, and one sentence describing the best way
to "take a leap" on this extra day.

How would spend your Leap Day: an actual "leap" with a bungee cord
attached your ankles, or a metaphorical "leap" toward an exciting new job
or romance? Let us know; we'll post the answers we like best on our blog.

All entries for the giveaway must be in by midnight, 2.29.08 to be
eligible. No purchase necessary to win!

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PAC/APC Conference

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

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LOCATION:San Francisco Marriott
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Print Contract!

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

I’ve just signed a contract with MLR Press ( for the previously unsold print rights to The Good Thief! 


Nate and Caesar will be going to Print!!!!  Don’t have a release date yet, but I’m excited.


It's a number 1

Friday, January 11, 2008

And I’m dancing, cause I got to see it there.


Wow #3

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Wow!  As of 5:44 pm Pacific.  #3 in Both Gay Romance and Gay Erotica on





The Good Thief is Out!

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

The Good Thief

by James Buchanan

192 pages / 77000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-249-2, 1-60370-249-0
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc

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Working construction provides Caesar with a great way to cover up his real job; stealing whatever he can get his hands on. Which is why the guy he has a fling with could be really bad for business. Nate is a cop, and Caesar worries that he might be tempting fate if he sees Nate again, even if he wants to.


When Caesar discovers something far worse than some petty thievery on one of his jobs, though, he knows he has to report it to Nate, and the two of them try to find a way to keep Caesar safe until he can testify, even as the sparks fly between them. Can Nate protect Caesar and teach him that there are ways to be a good guy as well as a thief?




Alexa Snow, author of Sleeping Stone and Clear Cut, writes:


When Caesar's brother drags him to a Hollywood hills party in the hopes of netting him a job, Caesar doesn't expect much. He overhears an argument between an incredibly hot guy and who he assumes is the hot guy's girlfriend. Instead, he discovers that the 'girlfriend' is a sister; even better, a sister who's more than happy to help her brother Nate meet someone new. Nate and Caesar have both had too much to drink, and they go back to Nate's place for a round of very hot sex, then collapse for the night. In the morning, hungover, Caesar makes a startling discovery -- Nate is a cop.


Which wouldn't matter so much, except that Caesar's a thief with arrest and conviction records a mile long.


Life being what it is, it doesn't take long for Nate to find out about Caesar's past, but somehow they can't seem to stay away from each other. When Caesar accidentally finds evidence of horrific crimes being committed, his first instinct is to go to Nate for help, an act which kicks off a chain of events even more complicated than either of them could have imagined... and puts both their lives in jeopardy.


This story is a fascinating one; the plot contains enough twists and turns to satisfy the most jaded reader. The characters are interesting and believable, crafted with care. There's also a subtle undercurrent of humor running through the book, as well as a well-balanced collection of sex scenes that are hot and in-character. Contemporary and compelling! Very much recommended.




Trying for casual, but coming off strained, Caesar choked out, “I’m gay.”

She blinked. Her shoulders slumped. “Well, hell, this is Los Angeles. All I ever meet are gay men... or really ugly ones.” Then he got a broad, friendly smile. “So you were watching us fight? That means you were checking out one of the two of us, hmm?” Caesar failed miserably at trying not to be embarrassed. Again, the seductive look came out. “My brother’s single, too.” Her eyes got even brighter. “And we have the exact same taste. We’re twins you know.”

Uhng, he had such a thing for blonds. Especially ones with tight asses and green eyes. The mental image sent his hormones into overdrive. “Really?” His gaze slid toward the door where that sexy, tight ass had disappeared.

“Yep, exactly the same taste in men.” Looking at her empty glass, she sighed. “Come on.” An arm threaded through his. “I need another drink and then I can introduce you.” She smiled. “By the way, I’m Carol.”

He returned the smile. “Caesar.” They stepped back into the house and the crush of people. First he snagged another beer for himself and more wine for Carol. Then they were on the hunt for a blond man with a tight, fine ass. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“Oh, hell, yes.” She smirked, squeezing his bicep. “Trust me, Nate will just adore you. And he’s got to be just frustrated as all hell by now. I bring him to these gigs, he wanders around drooling over everybody, goes home alone and then tells me about what he should have said over the next week. He just needs to get laid. Oh!” With a jerk on his arm, Carol stopped dead. “I didn’t mean it like that. It sounded like I’m pimping him out or something.”

Caesar almost contradicted her, then thought better of it. No sense humoring a drunk too much. “You make him sound pretty desperate.”

“Not desperate.” Mortified, she lifted her glass to cover her mouth. After gulping down more wine, she continued. “The one place we’re not the same,” her free hand fluttered up and down her torso, “besides the obvious, is I’m the party girl. Outgoing. Gregarious. Nate’s more the quiet, shy type. He’s no bumbling virgin, had a few longish relationships.” Blond hair whipped loose as Carol shook her head and led him down a narrow set of stairs. If he remembered correctly there was a game room on the bottom floor. Caesar was very good at memorizing the floor plans of houses he visited, even when he didn’t mean to. “But his current job makes it real hard for him to meet people. They change up his shift a lot.”

Caesar missed a step and had to grab the rail to keep from toppling onto Carol. “What does he do?”

Since she was in front of him, Caesar couldn’t get a read on her face, but he thought she hesitated before responding. “Security.” A shorter pause. “I’ll let him tell you about it. Nate hates it when I ramble about his life to other people.” At the bottom of the stairs she looked back at him and smiled. “I see the wallflower now.”

Caesar did, too: a well-built guy holding up a piece of wall and cradling a beer. The guy absently watched a pool game in progress, in which two chorus-line starlets were skunking a pair of guys. Big, meaty guys in crummy clothes; Caesar pegged them as either grips or set construction.

Carol danced around the pool cues and headed for her brother. “Nate,” she burbled, “you’ve been hiding from me. I want you to meet someone.”

Nate’s whole body slid into a long-suffering slump. Then he rolled his eyes. “You’re drunk.”

“Yep.” She slid under his arm. “And you’re gay.” Bumping his hip she added, “Gay Nathan Reilly meet hot, gay guy Caesar whose last name I don’t know.”

Nate’s green eyes went wide as he glared at his sister. A comic, wide-eyed stare met his, with the addition of a tongue half stuck out of her mouth. If Caesar had any doubts about their twin status, that little exchange of sibling love put them to rest.

“But.” Carol drew out the word. “Who was checking out your butt earlier on the patio.”

This was the most unusual, and funny, introduction Caesar’d ever had. “Hi.” He took a swallow of his beer and hooked his thumb in his jeans’ pocket. “You have quite a sister.”

“You don’t know the half of it.” Nate growled.

Now Carol wiggled out from under her sibling’s embrace. “My work here is done. You’re talking to someone. Ciao, boys.” A finger dance of a wave dismissed them. “Use condoms.”


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