Rory wakes up one morning with some very new and strange body parts. He has wings, and he and his lover Tad learn that wings are a very good thing indeed. They experiment a little with the new appendages, and wonder if they'll stay around, and if they do? What are the lovers going to do?
I live in southern California, the land of no seasons. (Is wind a season?) I live with three dogs, two cats, and some tortoises. I'm married to a firefighter, which is great in the sense that some nights I get the TV all to myself, but not so great in the sense that some nights I have to figure out what to do when the washer starts leaking. (Or when there's a bat in the house, which is a thing that happened when he was working.)
Most of my books are centered around the firehouse. When you spend a lot of time around firemen, you write what you know! And what's hotter than a fireman?