Thrown a Curve is now available for pre-order!

Thrown a CurveRainbow League Book 2: Thrown a Curve is now available for pre-order from Dreamspinner Press! The book will be available wherever you buy ebooks on June 19th. You can also add it on Goodreads.

Here’s the blurb:

Mason made headlines when, after his professional baseball career was sidelined by an injury, he very publicly came out of the closet. Now he’s scratching the baseball itch playing in the Rainbow League while making his way through New York’s population of beefcakes, even though they all come up short. Plus, he’s still thinking about last summer’s encounter with hot, effeminate, pierced and tattooed Patrick—pretty much the opposite of the sort of man he has long pictured himself with.

Patrick hasn’t been able to forget Mason either, and now that baseball season is back upon them, he’s determined to have him again. Mason is unlike any man Patrick has ever been with before, and not just because he’s an ex-Yankee. All Patrick has to do is convince a reluctant Mason that their one night wasn’t just a crazy fluke and that they could be great together… if only Mason could get past his old hang-ups and his intolerant family.

Where You Can Find Me at #RT15 and How to Play Along at Home!

The RT Booklovers Convention is next week in Dallas. I hope to see those of you who are attending! Even if you aren’t going, there are a couple of things you can do from home to participate as well.

First, one of my friends thinks I should post all of my costume changes on social media. There will be a lot of them. We’ll see if I can do it!

Second: my schedule.

5:30–8:00pm: Cinema Craptastique
I’m co-hosting this annual event where we get comfy in our PJs, eat junk food, and make fun of a silly movie. Join me, Damon Suede, Tere Michaels, Amy Lane, and Laura Kaye to kick off the conference in style.
*YOU CAN PLAY AT HOME, TOO! We’re watching Legend of Hercules with one Kellan Lutz (who I only recently realized is not the same person as Taylor Kitsch… sorry, bro). It’s available on Netflix DVD and maybe Amazon Instant Video. You can follow along at the hashtag #RTCC or by watching the Tweetwall at, which aggregates all related tweets and also will give clear PAUSE/PLAY notices. (At the live even, we’ll be stopping to give away prizes and things.) We’d be beside ourselves if the hashtag trended, so please join us, no matter where you are.
*ALSO I’ll do an ebook giveaway for someone at home. Keep an eye on my twitter account (@katemcmwriter) during the event. If you tweet @ me with the hashtags #rtcc and #rainbowleague you’ll be entered to win a book from my backlist.

5:15–6:45pm Kensington’s Sweet Heat party
Come by to see me! There will be snacks, treats, and free books for all, plus a bunch of really awesome authors to come meet. I’ll be signing cover flats for my upcoming Kensington title, Such a Dance.

11:15am–12:15pm LGBTQ Author Extravaganza with Dreamspinner Press
Join a bunch of Dreamspinner authors for games and giveaways. Ariel Trachna will be our MC.

1:30-2:30pm Wheel of Romance
This will be THE event of RT, I think. I’m giving away a New York-themed gift basket, and a bunch of my favorite authors are hosting this game show. I plan to wear sequins.

11am–2pm Giant Book Fair
I’m signing at the Giant Book Fair. I’ll have paperbacks of The Silence of the Stars, When the Planets Align, and The Windup.

6–7:45pm FAN-Tastic Day Party
Hosted by Dreamspinner Press, so I’ll be floating around talking to people and possibly also handing out swag, signing books, etc. There will be more prize-winning opportunities and lots of your favorite authors.

Then I’m flying home Sunday night. I’m sure I’ll be wiped out by then!

Anyway, I’m really looking forward to it. I hope those of you who are going will drop by and say hi at one of my events.

Baseball Monday: Quick Note!

Baseball MondaysI’m skipping Baseball Monday today and next week due to RT prep and trying to finish edits on Rainbow League Book 3 before I go. (I know, “Awww.”) If you’ve got a great discussion topic for a future Baseball Monday, I’d love to hear it! Hit me up, either in a comment, or my contact info is in the sidebar.

Sunday Snippet: Thrown a Curve

Thrown a CurveI thought you all might enjoy a sneak peek at Thrown a Curve, Rainbow League Book 2, out this June. And remember, Book 1: The Windup is available now!

Mason walked to the field, feeling limber and ready to play baseball.

All Rainbow League games took place at the ball fields in East River Park, in the shadow of the FDR Drive and the Williamsburg Bridge. It got noisy sometimes with the buzz of cars whizzing by on the street, but the ball field where they usually played was right on the water, which muffled the car sounds. The park was a little out of the way, in that it was a fair distance from public transportation, but Mason had always liked it. That, and it was a convenient few blocks from Barnstorm in Alphabet City.

When Mason arrived at the field, everyone was talking at once. Nate and Carlos were tossing a ball back and forth while jabbering about the previous night’s Yankees game. Ty and Ian seemed to be having some kind of argument. Mason couldn’t tell if they were being playful or not. He walked a little closer to eavesdrop.

“First of all,” Ty was saying, “as I already told you, I don’t want to leave Brooklyn. Second, your apartment doesn’t have space for all my stuff. We’d have to at least get a two-bedroom so I can have an art studio.”

“But your place is so far from my job,” said Ian. “And you’re the one who thought I should sign a longer lease on my apartment. There are still five months left on it.”

“Boys,” Mason interrupted, “we’re supposed to be friends and teammates. No time for fighting. Take your domestic quarrels off the field.”

Ty shot Mason an astonished look. He waved his hand. “Whatever, dude.”

Ian rolled his eyes. “It’s not really a domestic disturbance. This is supposed to be good news for us. The lease on Ty’s apartment is up soon, so we’ve decided to move in together, but where we move is a sticking point.”

That felt like big news—Ty and Ian had only been dating about a year, and now they were thinking of moving in together?—but Ian rattled it off as if it were just the normal course of things, like telling Mason they were going out for ice cream after practice.

“Don’t you like Brooklyn?” Ty asked Ian.

Ian patted Ty on the shoulder. “I like it fine, Texas. But Mason is right. We should take this argument off the field.”

Ty shrugged. “How are you, Mason? Long time no see.”

“I’m good. Happy to be playing baseball again.”

“Aren’t we all?”

Ian playfully punched Ty in the arm. “Weren’t you just complaining about all the weight you always put on in the off-season?”

“Actually, I weighed myself yesterday. I didn’t even gain a pound.” Ty made a bodybuilder pose. “I guess it’s all that, ah, working out I did this winter.” He elbowed Ian.

“More information than I needed, guys,” said Mason.

“Like you haven’t had your pick of the beefcakes,” said Ty.

Mason shrugged. He had gone on a second date with that bartender Travis, but he wasn’t really feeling it. Their nights together were… fine. Travis was objectively hot, but they didn’t have much chemistry. “Who are we playing tonight?”

“Was the glitter not a giveaway?” Ian asked, pointing.

Mason silently cursed himself for forgetting that he already knew. His team, the Brooklyn Hipsters, was playing the SoHoMos, a team that reveled in its queerness. Their uniform shirts this season were electric blue and their team name was scrawled across the front in a frilly script font above a picture of a unicorn. A bunch of the players had body glitter on their arms or faces or in their hair. Mason thought the whole thing was a little silly, but this was not his primary concern.

Patrick played for the ’Mos.

Patrick of the swishy walk and ridiculous hair. Patrick who had given him one crazy night in the men’s room at Barnstorm. Patrick who Mason had been unable to stop thinking about. Patrick who Mason had no business being attracted to. Though he was. So much.

He did a quick scan of the field and saw the man in question preening for one of his teammates. His hair was as crazy as ever, though gelled into spikes now. His delicate features belied an athletic body, and though he was short and pierced and tattooed and talked too much, Mason was thoroughly and completely in lust.

The Hipsters’ manager, Scott, started barking out orders so the game could get underway, thus saving Mason from thinking further on the matter.