Happy 2020!

Well, I didn't think it would be so long between posts. My intentions were good, I promise you, but life, and the Holidays got in the way. Between now and last August, I've been to New York and New Jersey, visiting old friends I made when I lived there back in the early 1990's. It was as if we had never left, and not a lot had change in Califon, the beautiful town in the New Jersey hills of Hunterdon County. 

New York, however, had changed dramatically. September 11th had altered the skyline of the city forever, and apart from a very brief visit in 2002, when the scars were still so very raw, I hadn't been back to visit. 

The Memorial Park is stunning, a beautiful place of calm amidst the throng of the financial district. It really has been very respectfully done, and I was pleased that people weren't just posing with selfie sticks and eating fast food around the fountains. There was an air of reverence about the place, of peace, and I'm glad I went. 

I decided not to visit the museum. There was a queue of people and I realised I just didn't need to immerse myself in the horror of what had happened. It felt too real. It was an ideal opportunity to go, and I'd always said I would, but given the chance, it didn't seem right. It was enough to sit in the park on a stunning Fall morning, and remember and hope it never happens again. 

At home, writing continued to play a massive part of my day. It dawned on me that I had finished the equivalent of three full-length novels by then, all on Wattpad and AO3. One of them in particular, Going Down, had proved so popular, it ended up at the top of the #LGBTfiction category on Wattpad, a massive achievement as at the beginning of the year, I despaired of actually writing anything at all!


Anyway, now I've come to the point of this post - finally. Which is to say, Going Down is now out on Amazon! If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can pick it up for free!

It's a complete punt, as the style is very different to anything I've done before. The serial construct of the story was created in Wattpad, and proved popular so I haven't fiddled with it, just cleaned it up and unleashed it on the unsuspecting public. I will do a proper post about it next time, but I just wanted you to know it's out, it's here, and it's available via the links below. 

See you next time. 

J x

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Tino Santini is offered the role of personal assistant to his wealthy CEO, after being trapped with him in an elevator just before Thanksgiving. It seems a night of scorching sex can do wonders for a flagging career.

Now his new boss wants more of Tino's talented mouth as well as his organisational skills. Neither of them expect their professional relationship and private arrangement to be anything other than business, until a personal tragedy means that Richard needs Tino more than ever.

Wealthy pansexual businessman, Richard Mason, seems to have it all, but a former female lover, a New York gangster and a murky past all threaten to destroy his chance of happiness.

Tino is the sensible employee who gets stuck with Richard in the elevator, but a bottle of cognac, some donuts and an indecent proposal send him on a hedonistic journey of sex, murder and possibly love.

This was originally a standalone short story on Wattpad - basically an excuse for two guys to have hot sex in an elevator, but due to reader demand, I've extended it to a full-length erotic fiction novel. This edition has bonus content not found on the Wattpad version.

Stans, ships and Henrik Hanssen fan fics

Hi Everyone! 

I hope you've had a good summer. It's nearly the time of pumpkin spice and falling leaves, one of my favourite times of year, when the nights are drawing in and the mist hangs over the valley where I live in the Chilterns. It is a magical time of year, with colourful fungi appearing in the woods and blackberries ripening on the bushes, amongst tangles of bryony and rose hips. 

I've been away from this blog for a while, not because I don't love it, but because I've been writing like a demon, and there's that big old thing called, you know, life!

But looking back, I'm sort of staggered because in reality, I've written two full-length novels, three if I'm being generous, plus a raft of short stories and novellas on Wattpad and Archive Of Our Own. I've been chatting to readers and listening to their requests to continue a short story which somehow caught everyone's imagination, and having fun writing on the hoof to keep up with people asking for MOOOOOREEEE UPDATES PLEEEEASSSSEE!!! (A direct quote from Going Down.) 

I've learned how to converse in emojis and fan fic speak. I now know what fanon is, and AU, and concrit. I know shipping isn't just for conveying goods and materials, though I'm still a little hazy on how to "stan.". It's been a great year for creating stories and pushing my writing to new genres and reaching new people. 

So I'm sorry I haven't been around as much so far, but I've been doing what I should be doing, namely writing. And this will be followed by more writing as the days shorten, as I want to complete the projects I started in the Spring. 

Basically, I've been doing the following:

1. Written several Holby City fan fiction stories concerning my favourite character on the show, Mr. Henrik Hanssen, who quite frankly, deserves a little fun. So I've given him some, even though some of it is a little strange. But then again, he is a strange man, so I believe he'll cope. 

2. I've now completed Going Down, an MM erotic romance on Wattpad, and have started the sequel, No Limits.

3. Launched Lady Jaguar on Tumblr, and have met some incredibly talented writers who are cutting their teeth on fan fic on Archive Of Our Own. It's delightful to mix with kindred spirits all over the world. 

Probably the highlight of my year so far has been meeting Guy Henry, the face of Henrik Hanssen, after a performance of Peter Gynt at the National Theatre earlier in the summer. 

The play was hugely entertaining, with a wonderful cast headed by Thomas McArdle, and a few of us were privileged to meet Guy after the show in the theatre bar, and have a great conversation with him. 

I admit to being a bit starstruck. He really is rather wonderful in the flesh, and very, very tall. I had this idea of presenting him with a copy of my book, Euphoria, in which I had apologised for the tentacles (see my post, My Muse Has Many Faces.) But I was about to chicken out of actually doing it when the organiser of the event piped up that I Had A Present For Him.

Of course, he demanded to see it, and there was no going back. Cue Euphoria being read out in the bar in his very carrying, actorly voice. I still don't know whether to be mortified or overjoyed at hearing him say the immortal line, "Beware the Bunny Huggers and Fag Hags. They get everywhere you know..."

Then I drank his wine by mistake, and might have implied that the play he had just performed in was boring (which it wasn't!) Did I make a complete idiot of myself? No, no, I don't think so...

So a wonderful experience, a lovely man, and an unforgettable encounter. If he reads Euphoria.... no, I'm not going to think about that. I will forever be haunted by disco jizz and tentacles.

Have a wonderful Autumn! It won't be so long between updates next time. If you want to follow Lady Jaguar, she is on Instagram (@ladyjaguarwrites) and she has her own page on this website too. 

The next Jayne Lockwood novel will be Elements Of Control, which is under construction at the moment. I know better than to give a publication date, as something inevitably kiboshes it, but soon!

Jayne x

The Rising Tide by J. Scott Coatsworth

The Rising Tide
Hi Everyone! 

I haven't posted for a while because I'm trying to finish a new book, but I wanted to give a shout out to my author friend, J. Scott Coatsworth, who has a new release, Book Two of the Liminal Sky series, The Rising Tide. I've actually read the first book, The Stark Divide, and this was the story that turned me back on to science fiction. Its an awesome read, and I've absolutely no doubt The Rising Tide will be as well.

Here's all the information you need, including blurb, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Enjoy!

J. Scott Coatsworth has a new queer sci fi book out: The Rising Tide.

Earth is dead.

Five years later, the remnants of humanity travel through the stars inside Forever, a living, ever-evolving, self-contained generation ship. When Eddy Tremaine and Andy Hammond find a hidden world-within-a-world under the mountains, the discovery triggers a chain of events that could fundamentally alter or extinguish life as they know it, culminate in the takeover of the world mind, and end free will for humankind.

Control the AI, control the people.

Eddy, Andy, and a handful of other unlikely heroes—people of every race and identity, and some who aren’t even human—must find the courage and ingenuity to stand against the rising tide.

Otherwise they might be living through the end days of human history.

Series Blurb

Humankind is on its way to the stars, a journey that will change it forever. Each of the stories in Liminal Sky explores that future through the lens of a generation ship, where the line between science fiction and fantasy often blurs. At times both pessimistic and very hopeful, Liminal Sky thrusts you into a future few would ever have imagined.

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The Rising Tide Meme

Eddy Tremayne rode his horse, Cassiopeia, along the edge of the pastures that were the last official human habitations before the Anatov Mountains. Several ranchers along the Verge—the zone between the ranches and the foothills—had reported losses of sheep and cattle in the last few weeks.

As the elected sheriff of First District, which ran from Micavery and the South Pole to the mountains, it was Eddy’s responsibility to find out what was going on.

He had his crossbow strapped to his back and his long knife in a leather sheath at his waist. He’d been carrying them for long enough now—three years?—that they had started to feel natural, but the first time he’d worn the crossbow, he’d felt like a poor man’s Robin Hood.

He doubted he’d need them out here, but sheriffs were supposed to be armed.

He’d checked with Lex in the world mind via the South Pole terminal, but she’d reported nothing amiss. In the last few years, she had begun to deploy biodrones to keep an eye on the far-flung parts of the world, but they provided less than optimal coverage. One flyover of this part of the Verge had shown a peaceful flock of thirty sheep. The next showed eight.

The rancher, a former neurosurgeon from New Zealand named Gia Rand, waited for him on the top of a grassy hill. The grass and trees shone with bioluminescent light, and the afternoon sky lit the surrounding countryside with a golden glow. The spindle—the aggregation of energy and glowing pollen that stretched from pole to pole—sparkled in the middle of the sky.

The rancher pulled on her gray braid, staring angrily at something in the valley below. “Took you long enough to get here.”

“Sorry. The train was out of service again.” Technology was slowly failing them, and they had yet to come up with good replacements.

She snorted. “One helluva spaceship we have here.”

He grinned. “Preaching to the choir.” Forever didn’t have the manufacturing base yet to support anything close to the technology its inhabitants had grown used to on Earth. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, if you asked him. With technology came new and better ways to kill. He’d seen it often enough in the NAU Marines. “What did you find?”

“Look.” Her voice was almost a growl.

Eddy looked down where she was pointing. “Oh shit.” Her missing sheep were no longer missing. They had been slaughtered.

He urged Cassiopeia down the hillside to the rocky clearing. A small stream trickled down out of the mountains there. He counted ten carcasses, as near as he could tell from the skulls left behind. Someone had sheared a couple of them and given up. It looked like they had skinned and cut the rest up for meat, the skin and bones and extra bits discarded.

Gia rode down the hillside behind him.

“Didn’t you report twelve sheep missing?”

She nodded. “Bastards took the two lambs. Probably for breeding.”

“That actually might help us.”

“How’s that?”

He dismounted to take a closer look at the crime scene. “They’ll have to pasture them somewhere. May make it easier to track them down.”

“Maybe so.” She dismounted and joined him. “This was brutal work. Look here.” She picked up a bone. “Whatever cut this was sharp but uneven. It left scratch marks across the bone.”

“So not a metal knife.”

“I don’t think so. Maybe a stone knife?”

He laughed harshly. “Are we back to caveman days, then?” It wasn’t an unreasonable question.

She was silent for a moment, staring at the mountains. “Do you think they live up there?”

“Who?” He followed her gaze. Their highest peaks were wreathed in wisps of cloud.

“The Ghosts.”

The Ghosts had been a persistent myth on Forever since their abrupt departure from Earth. Some of the refugees had vanished right after the Collapse, and every now and then something would end up missing. Clothes off a line, food stocks, and the like.

People talked. The rumors had taken on a life of their own, and now whenever something went missing, people whispered, “It’s the Ghosts.”

Eddy didn’t believe in ghosts. He personally knew at least one refugee who had disappeared, his shipmate Davian. He guessed there must be others, though the record keeping from that time had been slipshod at best. He shrugged and looked at the sky. “Who knows?” It was likely to rain in the next day or so. Whoever had done this had left a trail, trampled into the grass. If he didn’t follow it now, it might be gone by the time he got back here with more resources.

Gia knelt by one of the ewes, staring at the remnants of the slaughter. “Could you get me some more breeding stock? This… incident put a big dent in my herd.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He took one last look around the site. It had to have taken an hour or two to commit this crime, and yet the thieves had apparently done it in broad daylight. Why weren’t they afraid of being caught? “I’m going to follow the trail, see where it leads.”

Gia nodded. “Thanks. We’re taking the rest of the herd back to the barn until you get this all figured out.”

“Sounds prudent. I’ll let you know.”

Slipping on his hat, he climbed back up on Cassie and followed the trail across the stream toward the Anatov Mountains.

Author Bio

Scott lives between the here and now and the what could be. Indoctrinated into fantasy and sci fi by his mother at the tender age of nine, he devoured her library. But as he grew up, he wondered where the people like him were.

He decided it was time to create the kinds of stories he couldn’t find at Waldenbooks. If there weren’t gay characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.

His friends say Scott’s brain works a little differently – he sees relationships between things that others miss, and gets more done in a day than most folks manage in a week. He seeks to transform traditional sci fi, fantasy, and contemporary worlds into something unexpected.

A Rainbow Award winning author, he runs Queer Sci Fi and QueeRomance Ink with his husband Mark, sites that bring queer people together to promote and celebrate fiction reflecting their own reality.

Website: https://www.jscottcoatsworth.com

Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/jscottcoatsworth

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/jscoatsworth

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8392709.J_Scott_Coatsworth

QueeRomance Ink: https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/j-scott-coatsworth/

Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/J.-Scott-Coatsworth/e/B011AFO4OQ/

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