To get some much-needed pink, he’ll have to find the missing link… Billy James Hoyt is a down-on-his-luck, red-blooded American man in 1981 rural Oregon. His mullet is perfectly kept, his farmboy muscles worked to perfection from a lifetime of construction work, and his trailer has functional plumbing. But he has no one to share it with until his eccentric best friend, Tony B Loehne, comes up with the perfect poon-hearted plan: find, seduce, and fool around with Bigfoot. Billy is skeptical, until he gets an eyeful–and handful–of the vivacious wild woman for himself. Taken aback by the life-changing experience, but not wanting to disappoint Tony with the truth that sasquatch chose Billy instead of him, our unlikely hero has to search for the key to his wild heart while juggling an expired six-pack of lies that would churn even the most hardened roughneck’s stomach. “A triumphant masterpiece of hopeful nihilism.” – My Boss “I still love you even after reading this, and I don’t know if I like what that says about me.” – My Girlfriend

If I don’t know what meal you are, how will I know when to eat you? International Fusion has gotten everything she thought she wanted. Her breakfast bistro in the big city has taken off. She’s even managed to make friends with some of the most popular dishes in town. But when Nat crosses paths with a mouth-watering main course at the local coffee shop, she’s soon overcome with a burgeoning oral fixation. Homestyle Cookin’ was assigned dinner at birth, but he’s finally free to live his life as the breakfast he always knew he was. His life has found a rhythm. There’s only one thing missing: a dreamgirl who comes into his coffee shop once a week and barely seems to notice him. The toothsome stranger’s presence never fails to leave Homes steamy with desire, and he longs to devour her whole. When the two of them cross paths at last, things heat up faster than a chafing dish at an Amish buffet, and Nat’s carefully curated image begins to crumble as she falls over easy for the transcontinental breakfast whose lucky charms leave her aching with gluttony… and perhaps something more. Content Note: Very little about this book is serious, dear reader, but there is one thing that I want to make very clear: Homestyle’s identity as a transgender individual is not the punchline. The absurdity of gender gatekeeping absolutely is. So let’s get this out of the way. If you’re in favor of the laws being bandied about right now, or have anything negative to say about the trans and nonbinary communities as a whole? This book is not for you. I didn’t write it with you in mind, and you’re not going to like it. Toodle-oo. Off you pop. Have a lovely day and thanks for saving us both a headache later on. Still here? Excellent. I hope you have a strange sense of humor and/or a strong stomach. I’m not okay and I doubt you are either, but we’ll get through this together. All my love to the breakfasts, lunches, and dinners out there, and to all the various and sundry snacks in between.

Mase Campbell has earned a reputation as a skilled wagon master, heading up freight trains for Kavanaugh Freight. Then one night in 1874 in Corinne, Utah Territory, he is stopped in the street by someone asking him for a match, and shot to death. Those who saw the murder either do not come forward or admit no knowledge. Buck McCready, captured at ten years of age by Indians, rescued by Mase, and raised by him, wants to find out who killed Mase and why. But there is not time for investigation because Jock Kavanaugh, owner of the freight line, has committed to a freight wagon race from Corinne to Virginia City and he needs Buck to replace Mase as wagon master. Buck believes that Mase was murdered because of the competition and that the murderer will probably be on the train. Buck is right about one thing: someone in the wagon crew is willing to do whatever is necessary to see the Kavanaugh venture fail.