Crossing the Line Series SALE


To kick off the holiday season, I’ve put my science-fiction romance series, Crossing the Line on Amazon on sale. And what a spectacular deal!

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Crossing the Line Series available on Amazon


Double Time, book one in the series is normally .99 but will be FREE today (Black Friday) until the end of the day Monday (Cyber Monday). My Forever Love, book two, normally, 2.99 will be on sale for .99! And to make it an even better deal (or should I say…BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE), this book contains a bonus novella. So basically you’re getting THREE books for less than a buck! Come on, that’s a steal, right? And who doesn’t want to take a break from the hectic day-to-day running around for a little bit of sweet and a whole lot of steam?


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Double Time Crossing the Line Book One

Blurb for Double Time:


How can a woman choose between her two sexy husbands? After a time anomaly appears, pilot Captain Dave Amsted researches the strange distortion. He begins to remember a woman he’s fallen in love with but never met. He’s frantic to find the wife he knows is out there, only to find her married to another man. Can he convince her she is the one who completes him, or will he have to give her up to the husband she’s in love with?
As the owner of KenSpec Labs, Dr. Marc Kensington knows about the tears in time. After a sustained rip, he starts having dreams about an unknown man, a man who wants to claim his wife, Sadie. He knows he’ll fight to keep her for himself, but should he deny her a chance at happiness?
Sadie doesn’t understand why she’s been dreaming of a man she’s only seen in pictures. She’s in love with her husband, Marc, but she starts to have memories of being married to this sexy stranger and memories of events that have never happened.
Both men love her, but will she break Marc’s heart and choose a husband she’s never met? This story contains love between two men and their wife. And of course, lots of hot ménage m/f/m loving.


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My Forever Love Crossing the Line book Two


Blurb for Crossing the Line:

Lisbeth Mohr is a highly trained computer engineer who spent years learning how to read the complex equations for KenSpec Labs as part of a research crew that flies over a time distortion. Afterward, she begins to grieve the absence of a man she’s never met. After waking up with a tattoo she doesn’t remember, she asks her boss, Dave Amsted for his help.
Stieg Warner is an Academy Award-winning German Actor and Director who’s been having dreams of an American woman he’s never met. Although he doesn’t know her, he loves her in a way he’s never experienced and is obsessed with finding her.
But love isn’t the only thing that crosses over the time rip. Something evil has set sights on destroying Lisbeth and her crew.
This book contains a m/f love so epic, even time can’t contain it.
Bonus Story:
Jonas Kirkhart is Stieg’s bodyguard and best friend. They’ve grown up together, surviving German Reunification, fighting back to back. But as a gay man, he’s given up on finding love because of society’s judgmental attitude.
The alien Being MedTech, Aaron knows Jonas is his mate the moment they meet, but he’s been directed by his home planet to mate a Being female and produce children.
How can the men be together and still fulfill the edict passed by Aaron’s government?
This story contains a m/m love story that evolves into a m/m/f relationship and a glimpse at the Being homeworld.

Get your copies here: Crossing the Line Series on Amazon



Changeling Press Interview

I’ve learned so much working for Changeling Press. I honestly think it helped me to envision my books and my stories a little more. I’m still what is referred to as a “pantser” when I write (in other words, I don’t outline my story, I write by the “seat of my pants”), but I can see where to make my story flow a little better.

In any case, I got to participate in an author interview with Jessica Coulter-Smith for Changeling Press and I wanted to share that with you. Thanks again Jessica and Changeling Press!

Check out the interview here; Interview with M.D. Stewart and check out the book featured in the interview.

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Review of Born a Halfling

I’m so happy when Aimee Ann reviews of my books. She always makes me feel like I have something wonderful to contribute to readers.
Born a Halfling by M.D. Stewart available at

Writing is like giving birth, it’s a long, hard and painful process. Usually, the first draft is just the barest of bones to the final product. Once an editor gets ahold of your work, they tear it apart and tell you to put it back together. If you have a good editor, that is! No one gets it right on the first try unless you’re Stephen King or Nora Roberts or any highly paid, experienced mega-author. Newsflash, I’m none of those!

I do work hard on my books though, and I want people to read them and get swept away from life for a few moments. I want them to feel what my characters feel, and see what they see. I want them to cherish the people that have lived inside my head! And I must admit, these guys, especially Michael, stole my heart! Any person who learns to love and accept themselves has my admiration. I wish I had that capacity to love myself!

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How I Became a Drag Queen ~ Michael/Ember Rose

I’m working on the last book in the series, and hopefully will turn it into my editor tomorrow, but no promises on that. This book has been slow-moving since I’ve been so busy doing other “author-y” stuff. I think my characters are quiet too since this is (supposedly) the last book of the series. It’s always hard to reach the end. But I have another series in mind for the band members of Empty Soul, so stay tuned!

Here’s the link to Born A Halfling’s review by The Redheaded Book Lover, Aimee Ann. Take a look and browse her blog for other books too!


Blogging on Coffee Time Romance


My day-long blog will be on October 30th on Coffee Time Romance eBlog! I’ll introduce myself and go over my books. I love the opportunity to share my stories with new people!

In another announcement, my website is coming along! I can’t thank KarenneLyn enough for the work she’s doing! I’ll share the link on all my social media sites once it’s done. I’ll also have a few free shorts for those who sign up for my newsletter. The first one will be a hot love scene between Josiah and Matson (Paranormal B&B 1).

The next scene will be when Michal and Bran (Fae Shifters 2) fall in love. I wrote the scene but it just didn’t fit into the book. I’m also working on a few different books that aren’t related to any other series I’ve written.

Both books take place in the Omegaverse but I don’t think they’ll be in the same series though. One is a new concept to me that I’ll discuss later, but of course, they will be MPreg. I’m so excited to write about that!

Born for You, on sale .99

On SALE for a limited time for .99
Josiah is a ghost, Matson is an out and proud historian. Can they overcome death, and a small town’s prejudice and find happiness together? This is an LGBTQ paranormal romance and the first in a four-book in an LBGTQ paranormal romance series. Book five coming soon!


Ghost stories for Halloween? Yes, please!

And this is not just a ghost story, it’s the beginning of a paranormal romance series called Paranormal B&B!

The book is featured in several promotional sites, this being one: Many Books Free eBooks and Deals for 10/21

Born for You on SALE!

It’s getting close to Halloween and that means we embrace the Spirit World and all that goes with it; ghosts, witches, goblins, haunted houses, maybe even … candy corn (cue Friday the 13th music).

It’s also autumn, and while it’s been a lot warmer than normal lately, it’s finally starting to get cooler now. Hot chocolate, bonfires, wearing flannel, changing leaves and curling up under a blanket with a book. All those things are comforting and I feel like this time of year, is the best time of year.

With that being said, I can offer you one thing on the list of great fall “things.” From October 21st to the 28th (longer on some sites), Born for You will be on sale from 3.99 to .99! That’s a huge discount. I’m not going to lie, I hope it gets you interested in the rest of the Paranormal B&B series too. I love the men in Prenter’s Bottom, North Carolina and I want you to meet them. Here’s a brief introduction of the men in Born for You.

Born for You introduces us to Matson Ashby, a small-town boy who was the captain of his football and track teams, history buff and man obsessed with a man who died over one hundred years before. He’s felt the energy of Josiah Turner in his home since he was a small boy. Recently Matson has inherited his grandmother’s huge plantation-style home. Should he sell it or stay in a homophobic town where he’s not welcome?

Josiah Turner was little more than a child when he fought in the Civil War. He returned to a destroyed land with only his sick parents and not much else, only to be murdered thirty-eight years later. He haunts the home he grew up in,  too bitter to move on until Matson comes into his miserable life. He’s shocked that he develops a sexual attraction to another man, but can’t deny his feelings. But he’s a ghost anyway, so does it matter?

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If you’d like to read about a love so huge, that Hecate, Queen of the Underworld has to step in to nudge a reluctant ghost, you can get your copy at one of these sites. It’s already .99 at Changeling but will be available at that low price on the rest of the sites on Monday.

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Born for You on Amazon

Born for You on Barnes & Noble

Born for You on Kobo

Born for You on iTunes

Changleing Press New Releases 10/18/19

Hot off the presses, here are the latest releases from Changeling Press. Changeling Press Blog. 

I am also planning to put Born for You, (Paranormal B&B One) on sale for 0.99! The book a ghost love story that is perfect with a little hot chocolate, a thick blankie, and your Kindle (or another eReader.) The book should be on sale at Amazon and iTunes, so stay tuned for an official announcement on that.


Here’s a little excerpt of Born for You. I hope you enjoy meeting Matson and Josiah.

Chapter One

I’ve been stuck on the mortal plane for over a century now.
I was a kid when the war started, and I thought I owed it to my family to fight. My older brother joined, all my cousins, even my father wanted to join. Pride and stupidity accounted for too many of my decisions, though I was not alone in those sins.
Can you imagine it? A child of fifteen comes to join your army, and you accept? The truth was, no one cared that I was too young to shave, much less make such a life-altering choice.
Like so many, I was full of idealism and family-fueled patriotism. When I joined, I had grandiose dreams of riding a horse into battle, shooting the damn Yanks, living in tents with my fellow soldiers, and coming home a hero.
What I got were long marches over rough terrain, little to no food, kids like me dying from dysentery, and people shooting at me. There were nights it was too hot, too rainy, or I was too afraid to sleep. I knew if I survived, I’d come home a different person. I wasn’t sure I’d like the man I’d become.
But that wasn’t the worst of it.
Just before I turned seventeen, I was fighting the Yanks in Tennessee when my legs got knocked out from under me. The pain in my right thigh was almost more than I could bear. I looked down to see blood running down my dirty pants.
I passed out only to wake up with a Yankee doctor standing over me. Someone had shoved a stick in my mouth and tied my hands to the cot. The doctor was wiping the blade of a saw.
I spat out the stick and began to plead with him not to amputate. I babbled I’d rather die than lose my leg. I meant it. My mama and daddy would need me to recover from the war, and I couldn’t be of any help crippled.
He never said a word to me. He only nodded and dropped the saw. I don’t know where he went, or why he even cared enough to do as I asked. Maybe he was just tired of the blood and screaming. What did he care if a Johnny Reb died from gangrene?
It was just weeks later we heard that the war was over. Most in the prison camp couldn’t believe General Lee had given up.
All I cared about was getting home. I missed my mama, and I wanted to have her tend to my leg.
No one cared how I got home, or if I was too sick or injured to travel. Riddled with fever and pain as I was, I’m not sure how I made it. From what I was told, I passed out on the road. An old man loaded me up on his wagon and took me home. Mama said it was a guardian angel, but I tend to think it was someone looking for food or money.
Mama nursed me back to health as best she could. The house and land were bare as winter, our horses, cows, and crops all gone. Yet there were plenty willing to kill for even as little as we had left.
Daddy did the best he could to keep most of the marauders at bay, but eventually, he ran out of ammunition. It was easier to hide from the thieves. All we had left were my mother’s few jewels, which I buried in a tobacco tin.
Soon the carpetbaggers rolled around. We lost the house because we had no money to pay the jacked-up taxes.
And then it got worse.
In the army, I’d had an experimental shot to protect me from smallpox. Sadly, my parents didn’t have that luxury and the disease struck them hard and fast. Starved and lost in a different world, I think that’s what finally killed my folks— losing everything. Not just the illness, but having no reason to live any longer.
I stayed on the grounds, hiding, biding my time. I became a myth, a scary story parents would tell their children. Eventually, I built a little one-room cabin on the edge of the old family property. The people who owned the land were either too afraid of me or didn’t consider me a threat.
One night, I was in my cabin, sitting by the oil lamp, watching the flame and enjoying the rot-gut moonshine I made.
That’s when they kicked in the front door.
By now, I was in my fifties, and my war wound was infected again. I didn’t even move as my killers charged into my cabin.
All these years later, I vividly remember the last moments of my human life — the three men, the pistol, the pain of the bullet slamming into my chest. I knew I had minutes left to live as the barrel of that gun leveled at my head.
For a moment, I thought I saw another man standing in the doorway, one the others did not. His eyes filled with loss and horror as I took my last breath. For a moment, I thought how handsome he was. His pale face and red beard and hair held my attention as the world went black.

Chapter Two

The closer I got to the interstate exit ramp, the more I felt a stabbing, burning pain in my gut. I used to love going to my old hometown, but no more.
I moved from Prenter’s Bottom, North Carolina when I hit eighteen and headed for college. I hadn’t realized how stifled I was in that little rural town until I made it to campus. It seemed I could breathe for the first time.
That, and I could explore my suspicion I was gay. And boy, did I do some exploring. I’d had no idea how sexually repressed I had been until I didn’t have to be anymore.
My first experience left me feeling high for days. Having a man’s hand touching me, giving me pleasure, feeling sharp stubble against my thighs, it was freeing.
Once I got a taste, I never looked back.
But I had to stuff all that back into the closet when I’d go home. I hated living a double life. I hated hiding who I was around my friends and family. They all saw me as the same high school jock who excelled in football, basketball, and track. I saw myself as a lying, pathetic loser.
It wasn’t all that unexpected that I’d do something stupid to out myself. Freud might have said it was an unconscious decision, but I’d say it was one too many beers and an overzealous Mary Anne Watney. She’d been trying to get into my pants all night when I finally reached my limit. Could I have just walked away? Yes. Did I? Nope.
After slapping her hand away from my crotch for the millionth time, I finally blurted out, “Even if I liked vaginas, I wouldn’t be interested in yours.”
It’s amazing how quiet a rural bar can get when someone says something like that. I think even the jukebox stopped.
I thought about playing it off, pretending what I said came out wrong, but I couldn’t bring myself to hide anymore. I turned to the room and announced to no one in particular that, yep, I was gay, then picked up my beer and drained it before strolling from the bar like a boss. It felt good until I woke up with a hangover and twenty ugly text and phone messages from my old high school buddies.
I guess years of coming home drunk helped me to make it back to Granny’s big three-story, plantation-style house. I tripped going up the stairs to the wide, column-lined porch, staggered my way over the marble foyer and somehow made it up the stairs to my bedroom on the second floor.
The next morning, the smell of coffee pulled me from bed. I only stumbled on the steps a few times before I hit the bottom and rounded the corner, passing through the family room. I only realized I was barefoot when the soft carpet gave way to the cold tile floor of the kitchen.
Mom sat at the old long table beside Granny with a mug of strong coffee and a plate of bacon and eggs. Rumors travel fast in a small town. I’m pretty sure the word had reached them before I walked through the door.
“I hear you made a big announcement at Roughies last night.” Mom pushed the mug into my hands as I stumbled toward the dining room table my grandfather made.
“Uh, yeah. I guess I did.” I winced as I took a sip of coffee. I wasn’t sure how they were going to take the news. I stared down at the table’s smooth surface with its old oak grain. Even though I had memorized each line of the wood, I pretended it was the most interesting thing I’d ever seen.
“Don’t you think you should’ve at least warned Granny and me about it? Imagine my shock when Terrance brought in the eggs this morning. I guess he heard from Mike who happened to be at the bar last night.”
When I looked up, she was sipping her coffee while staring at me over the rim.
I immediately dropped my gaze back to the table. “Well, I, uh,” I had to stop and figure out the right words here. In the end, my headache and my beer-soaked brain couldn’t come up with any clever words. “I didn’t plan on saying anything. It just sort of popped out on its own.”
Granny sighed and shook her head. “Matson, darling, it’s not like your mom and I didn’t know. We’ve realized you weren’t into girls when you were a teenager. We understand why you kept it from the small-minded people in this town, but you should’ve come out to us first. We love you for who you are.”
I watched her try to hide her grin, but it didn’t work.
And that’s how it went at home. I could always count on love and total acceptance from my family.
It wasn’t the same around town. You know the drill. The usual name-calling, stares, shaking heads, and a few veiled threats from my former teammates and friends. They thought I’d spent time in the showers after practices, lusting after them or staring at their dicks. Right, like they had anything worth staring at.
Now whenever I came home to visit my family, I still had that moment of pain and fear of how I’d be treated.
It did seem to get better as the years went on and everyone saw that I didn’t grab their sons and force-fuck them on the street. I didn’t leer at any of the guys’ crotches, and I didn’t try to rub against the fine, upstanding men of Prenter’s Bottom. I didn’t fit in with the stereotype of a gregarious, rainbow flag-waving flirt. I was still me. The talented sports star and avid history buff they’d always known.
Don’t get me wrong; I was still looked at with suspicion at times. Walking down Main Street, some of my former friends or classmates would clear their throats and give a quick wave or turn their head and change directions. I guess they thought what I had was contagious.
Ten years after my “bold announcement,” several students started an LGBTQ acceptance club at the high school. The little old ladies and church busybodies had a conniption, but in the end, the school board in Raleigh said the club was legal and that to disband it would be discriminatory. No one wanted the ACLU to infiltrate the polite little town.
But Mrs. Elway Anderson made sure every time she saw me, she told me being gay was wrong and I wasn’t welcome in God-fearing Prenter’s Bottom.
I’d finally decided my parents and Granny were too important to worry about this town’s opinion of me. So, I’d just have to deal with the small-town attitude, if it meant being able to spend time with my loved ones.