Pirate – New Release 16th March

My new book, ‘Pirate’, the sixth volume in the Aurigan Space Saga, is now available. Although Pirate is set in the same star system as my other books, it can be read entirely as a stand-alone story.

“Undercover agent Liam Connell stared at his captor. He looked like a pirate from a holovid— black trousers, a white, puffy-sleeved shirt, and a purple sash wrapped jauntily around his waist. Wavy black hair fell to his shoulders and … Connell couldn’t believe it. He actually had gold hoops hanging from his ears. The pirate ran his forefinger lightly down Connell’s cheek and smiled. “Mmm! Mmmm! What do we have here?”
Just what had Connell gotten himself into? (M/M Romantic Sci-Fi) ”

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Chapter One

The space drive died between one heartbeat and the next, not even a cough or a death rattle to warn him. One moment they were on a slow but steady course to Aykut, the newly completed station above Isis, to take on much needed supplies, and the next they were simply drifting in open space.
Captain Nicholas Mars stared at the control panel in disbelief.
The engineer on Bast had sworn faithfully that he had fixed the problem, but evidently not well enough to keep the Megan flying for more than another week. If they got out of this he was going to go back and smear the man’s face over the wall of his repair hangar. True, the Megan was over thirty years old, but Mars had kept her going with careful handling and repairs that should have kept her spaceworthy for another five years at least. He frowned as he remembered the engineer had initially said something about needing a new space drive. He backtracked hastily though, when he realised the cost was way beyond Mars’ reach and instead offered guaranteed repairs, expensive certainly, but nothing like the cost of a new drive.
So here they were—Mars and his crew—drifting aimlessly in space, hundreds of thousands of kays from the nearest port.
And that was possibly not the worst of the bad news. Mars cast a fulminating eye over the display screen which continued to tell him that they were getting closer to the asteroid belt they had been skirting for the last hour. Even at their current, slow speed, with no ability to manoeuvre it would only be a matter of time before they crashed into a large rock. Not the way he wanted to end his career.
It would be humiliating, but he could see no way out. He’d have to call for help.
He was just reluctantly reaching toward the console unit, which was still operating, fortunately, when a message flashed across the screen.
“Attention. This is the Patrol ship Ebano. Are you in need of assistance? Over.”
Mars hesitated for a moment before replying. What were the chances of another vessel being out here at the same time, let alone a Patrol ship? How could he be certain the vessel really was a Patrol ship? This was a largely uncharted area of space and he knew that pirates were a real and present risk for travellers. Still, what choice did he have?
“This is the Megan,” he replied. “We have a mechanical problem and would be grateful for your assistance, Ebano. Over.” Better not tell the other ship they were completely helpless, just in case.
The Ebano appeared on the display screen, a beautiful sleek craft made of sheer black metal that looked to be the latest model out of the workshops on Capella. Mars stared hungrily at it. Now that was a ship! It didn’t look like a regular Patrol vessel—perhaps he should take precautions. He gestured silently to his second in command. There was no need to give orders—Nowak knew what he had to do.
Mars kept in contact with the pilot of the other ship, relaying instructions to the crewmen at the docking bay. He felt a slight jolt as the Ebano docked and only a few minutes later, he heard strangers’ voices over the com unit.
“This way, sirs,” Nowak’s deep voice was easily identifiable. “I’ll take you to Captain Mars in the control room. Would it be possible for our medics to visit your ship’s infirmary while we sort this out? We are short on a few supplies.”
Quickly Mars brought up the visual. He saw the tall young man from the Ebano glance at the medic’s uniformed figure, hovering hopefully behind Nowak. A lad who scarcely looked old enough to be a crewman, was with him.
“I’m Medic Andrews, sir, and this is my assistant, Torin. I’d really appreciate a chance to stock up with some more anti-viral medicines.”
“Of course,” agreed the crewman, politely. He turned to one of the two men at his shoulder. “Saito? Escort the medics please, to the infirmary.”
Saito disappeared back into his ship, accompanied by Andrews and his assistant, while Nowak led the two remaining Ebano men out of the docking bay toward the control room.

The pirates attacked first, without warning.
One moment everyone was engaged in polite conversation as they walked along; the next, the ship’s passageways were filling with knockout gas. There was no chance to sound an alarm. The Patrol man barely had time to register that his companions were suddenly wearing masks before he fell unconscious to the floor. Other men wearing masks streamed in through the open hatch and swept through the ship, efficiently checking each room and disarming any man not fully overtaken by the gas. In less than half an hour, the Patrol men were all securely placed in the Megan’s hold, deprived of wristcoms and weapons which had all been transferred to the Ebano.

One Snowy Night – Individual Release from Wayward Ink Publishing

Originally released within Wayward Ink Publishing’s anthology Stranded, in October 2014, my short story One Snowy Night is now available as an individual short story.

One SNowy Night

One snowy night, Keith Brambles learns that appearances can be deceptive.

After yet another disastrous date, Keith drives home much to fast for the snowy conditions. When his car skids and crashes, he thinks he’s going to spend the night freezing in his car, until a man in a white van stops to help him. But Keith fears his rescuer may not appreciate his rather obvious preference.



Another half hour went by, and at last Keith heard the sound of an engine. As he looked out of the window, headlights blinded him, and he blinked and squinted. He unfolded his arms and legs, and groaned as he tried to put his feet down on the floor. His limbs had stiffened and everything hurt. He fumbled for the door handle with numb fingers. As he struggled, suddenly the driver’s door jerked open, and a face appeared.

Keith stared at the hulking figure, stooped over to look into the car. He could make out a moustache and goatee, and bright eyes, but the rest was obscured by a beanie and the collar of a heavy winter coat.

“You alright, mate?” a gruff voice asked.

“Y-y-y-yes,” Keith stammered. He was shivering so badly, he doubted he could utter another word.

“No injuries?”

He shook his head in response.

“Can you get out?”

“I…d-d-d-d…” Keith meant to say I don’t know. He shoved the other door open, and extended one leg, until his foot reached the snowy ground outside. He groaned as he tried to move the other leg. His knee was locked and he couldn’t feel his foot at all.

“Fuck. Wait there.” The driver’s door slammed and seconds later, the man appeared at the other side of the car. Large arms reached out and scooped Keith up. He clutched at the thick neck of his rescuer, as he was plucked from the Audi and carried to a waiting white Transit van. White Van Man. Keith cringed, and hoped the man wouldn’t recognize him. His type probably wasn’t very tolerant. Then again, it wouldn’t really matter whether he knew who Keith was or not. Keith was wearing a purple silk shirt, heeled boots, earrings and eye makeup. He thought his preference must be fairly obvious.

“There you go.” White Van Man managed to pull open the passenger side door of the van and hoist Keith up onto the seat without much effort. He slammed the door closed, went around the other side, and climbed behind the wheel.

The heating in the van was blowing at full blast, and Keith leaned forward and placed his frozen hands over one of the vents. The interior of the vehicle was like a furnace, and he knew he would thaw out quickly, but painfully.

“What happened?” White Van Man asked.

“Um…I…um…I came up to the bend too fast and braked. Stupid.”

“Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“Bruised, maybe, from the seatbelt. The airbag went off. I’m okay, just frozen.”

“How long have you been there?”

“An hour and a half, or thereabouts. Thanks for stopping.” Keith glanced at the man, as he unzipped his coat and pulled the beanie from his head. He had thick, dark hair and dark eyes. Keith could see something on his skin above the neckline of his T-shirt, which could have been a tattoo. Oh, God, White Van Man is probably a biker or a head banger as well.


Keith looked down, and took the plastic cup from the man’s hand. It held strong black coffee. Keith hadn’t noticed him pick up the flask and pour it.


“You’re Kent Brambles,” his rescuer said; a statement rather than a question.

Shit. “Uh…yes. Keith, actually. Kent’s just my…um…my…”

“Stage name?” The man grinned, but then grimaced a little.

“Yeah. I’m guessing my…uh…my music isn’t your cup of tea,” Keith said nervously.

“I’m into my rock and roll.” He smiled again and extended a large hand. “Mike Talbot.”

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New Release – ‘Pirate’ – 16th March

My new book, ‘Pirate’, the sixth volume in the Aurigan Space Saga is now available for pre-ordering from Amazon

“Undercover agent Liam Connell stared at his captor. He looked like a pirate from a holovid— black trousers, a white, puffy-sleeved shirt, and a purple sash wrapped jauntily around his waist. Wavy black hair fell to his shoulders and … Connell couldn’t believe it. He actually had gold hoops hanging from his ears. The pirate ran his forefinger lightly down Connell’s cheek and smiled. “Mmm! Mmmm! What do we have here?”
Just what had Connell gotten himself into? (M/M Romantic Sci-Fi) ”

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Cat Got Your Tongue by Michelle Rae

Cat Got Your Tongue by Michelle Rae


Rejected by his parents because of his sexuality, Tyler flees to an abandoned house owned by his family in the country. There, the only thing stopping him from taking his own life is the presence of a cat Tyler has appropriately named ‘The Black Devil’. But this cat is not ordinary cat and Tyler is about to find out things are going to get a whole lot more complicated.

Lannor is not your average cat, he’s not even from the planet. Sent to earth by his mother to understand what love truly means, Lannor struggles through the many years. Losing those he loves, until he meets Tyler does Lannor realize what was missing from his life.


Cat Got Your Tongue was the very first gay romance story Michelle wrote. It is also one of the few written that contained adult content. Written in 2008, this story has had many changes over the years and although Michelle feels there is still room for improvement, she is happy with how the story has developed.

Inspired by her love of Science Fiction and Fantasy, Cat Got Your Tongue was born with shape-shifting in mind and grew from there.

About the Author

Michelle Rae lives in lovely Adelaide, South Australia. She began writing fan fiction for her son, which led to bigger and better things. Writing LGBT stories became her passion after discovering the genre in 2008. Determined to write her greatest story, Michelle dedicates endless hours hoping to achieve this dream. In her spare time, Michelle likes to drink tea, eat peppermint chocolate and keep the last of her sanity intact.

Where to find Michelle

Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/michelleraewriter

Twitter : @michelle_rae70

Where to find the book

Amazon : ebook & paperback http://amzn.com/B00TLFMQYI

Payhip : ebook only http://payhip.com/b/o915

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