Eli Easton

Author of m/m romance books and stories

Welcome to Eli Easton!

How to Save a Life – now up for pre-order!

August 23

“How to Save a Life” (Howl at the Moon #4) is releasing Aug 28, 2017. It’s now available on Amazon for pre-order.

CLICK HERE to read an excerpt

CLICK HERE to go to the Amazon pre-order page.

Stay tuned for my traditional desktop post on release day!


Rav Miller looked into the terrified, intelligent eyes of the chocolate Labrador on death row, and knew he’d do anything to save him. When the dog, Sammy, escapes and heads to Mad Creek, Rav follows. Mad Creek. The town had become legendary in Rav’s mind after he’d met that bizarre group last year. Rav dismissed his crazy suspicions back then, but when he arrives in Mad Creek, he knows it’s true. Dog shifters exist, and apparently they all live in the California mountains. It’s enough to blow a bad boy’s mind.

Sammy has something in common with Rav—neither one of them trusts people. After Sammy’s abuse as a dog, he particularly dislikes tough-looking men like Rav. But when Sammy gets a chance to work with rescued dogs at the new Mad Creek shelter, his deep compulsion to help others overcomes his fear. Rav and Sammy bond over saving strays. If they can each find the courage to let someone else in, they might find their way to love.

Sheriff Lance Beaufort doesn’t like humans moving into Mad Creek, especially not the tattooed and defiant Rav. When Rav starts a rescue shelter, the town thinks he’s wonderful! But Lance isn’t fooled. He doesn’t buy Rav’s innocent act for one second. How much does Rav know about the quickened? What is his game? And why did he have to show up now, when Lance and the other town leaders are overwhelmed by all the new quickened pouring in?

Rav knows how to save a life. But can he save an entire town? Can he rescue Mad Creek?

This is an 80,000 word novel, book #4 in the “Howl at the Moon” series. It features a new couple and can be read as a standalone, but we recommend reading the series in order.





Cover Reveal: How to Save a Life (Howl #4)

August 3

Today I’m on Diverse Reader with a cover reveal for “How to Save a Life”, which is the fourth “Howl at the Moon” book. This series features a community of dog shifters in Mad Creek, California and the humans who love them. Each book features a different couple, but there’s a lot of community stuff, so it’s probably best to read them in order.

This book will be out by end of August!

I love humorous paranormals like Molly Harper’s werewolf shifter series. My “Howl at the Moon” series is written in that tongue-in-cheek style.

“How to Save a Life”, featuring the love story of Rav and Sammy, will be out at the end of August. You can see the cover reveal, read the blurb, and enter a giveaway to win any book on my backlist at the link below.



Hosting on Queer Romance Freebies – Giveaways!

July 31

Happy Monday, y’all. I’m hosting this week at the Queer Romance Freebie group. You can join it here.

Today I want to post about a soft spot of mine — folksy historic Western romances. Years ago, I loved reading Maggie Osborne (“Silver Lining” is my favorite) and Pamela Morsi (“Simple Jess”, “Here Comes the Bride”). I love humor in my romances and especially in Westerns, where there is the potential for crazy characters and tongue-in-cheek humor of a folksy sort.

I decided to write something in this vein in m/m romance and the result was “A Prairie Dog’s Love Song” and a sort-of sequel, “The Stolen Suitor”. Both are set in Clyde’s Corner, Montana and they feature two different couples.

Whenever anyone asks me what I think is my most under rated work, I say these two. I think they’re really funny! But maybe I have an odd sense of humor. That Midwest upbringing, I suppose.

For today’s giveaway, I’m offering a free e-copy of both to a winner I’ll pick randomly from the commenters on the Facebook Group here.

You can check the books out at the links below.
A Prairie Dog’s Love Song: https://www.amazon.com/Prairie-Dogs-Love-Song…/…/ref=sr_1_1…

The Stolen Suitor: https://www.amazon.com/Stolen-Suitor-Dreamspu…/…/ref=sr_1_1…

More giveaways will occur this week on the group!


“A Second Harvest” in Italian now available for pre-order

July 31

Look what’s up! “A Second Harvest” is coming out in Italian. Now available for pre-order here.

It’s release date is Aug 29, 2017 and all translations are currently 25% off at Dreamspinner!

Eli is Interviewed by Airship Ambassador

June 25

I recently was asked to do an interview with a site called Airship Ambassador, a steampunk site. They had found me via my story, “Caress”, which is a steampunk mm romance that was published in Dreamspinner’s “Steamed Up” anthology and again in Wilde Stories 2014: The Year’s Best Gay Speculative Fiction.

Check out the cool interview here:






“Five Dares” cover reveal!

June 21

The cover reveal for “Five Dares” (Riptide, Oct 2, 2017) is now up with RT Book Reviews. CHECK OUT THE COVER HERE!

This is a New Adult m/m romance with two best friends who just graduated from college.  Here’s the blurb:

Andy Tyler has been the class daredevil since middle school. Over the years, he’s convinced his best friend, Jake Masterson, to perform some dangerous-looking stunts with him. But the dare they attempt on the night of their college graduation goes sideways. The firecrackers explode too soon and both of them end up with badly burned palms.

But hey, nothing gets the “terrible duo” down for long, and they recuperate in style at Andy’s family cottage in Nantucket. As the weeks go by, both Andy and Jake grow frustrated over the inability to use their hands for all sorts of daily activities—including getting off. So Andy begins a new series of dares that don’t just cross the friendship line, they obliterate it.

But what might be mere sexual relief to Andy is serious business to Jake, who only recently got over years of secret pining for his straight best friend. Inevitably, the burns heal, summer ends, and hearts are broken. To fix things, Andy will have to face the greatest dare of all.

If you liked my other NA romances like “Blame it on the Misteltoe” and “Unwrapping Hank”, you’ll love “Five Dares”.

You can pre-order here.


Five Dares – now up for pre-order!

June 16


Announcing Five Dares! This 70K word novel is coming out from Riptide on Oct 2, 2017. It’s a light, fun, NA romance. If you liked my “Blame it on the Mistletoe” or “Unwrapping Hank”, you’ll love this one.


Andy Tyler has been the class daredevil since middle school. Over the years, he’s convinced his best friend, Jake Masterson, to perform some dangerous-looking stunts with him. But the dare they attempt on the night of their college graduation goes sideways. The firecrackers explode too soon and both of them end up with badly burned palms.

But hey, nothing gets the “terrible duo” down for long, and they recuperate in style at Andy’s family cottage in Nantucket. As the weeks go by, both Andy and Jake grow frustrated over the inability to use their hands for all sorts of daily activities—including getting off. So Andy begins a new series of dares that don’t just cross the friendship line, they obliterate it.

But what might be mere sexual relief to Andy is serious business to Jake, who only recently got over years of secret pining for his straight best friend. Inevitably, the burns heal, summer ends, and hearts are broken. To fix things, Andy will have to face the greatest dare of all.




A Second Harvest now in audio!

June 8

I’m excited to say that “A Second Harvest” is now available in audio! This book won the Rainbow Award for the Best Contemporary Romance. The second book in the “Men of Lancaster County” series, featuring a new couple, will be out this fall.



Coming Soon: Five Dares (with ARC giveaway)

May 11

I’m hosting the Queer Romance Freebie Fan Club this week on Facebook. If you want to join, you can find it here.

Today I’m talking about a novel that’s currently in edits, “Five Dares”. It will be published by Riptide in Fall 2017. I’ll be giving away the chance to read the ARC as soon as it’s available.

What’s it about?

Usually when I start a new book, I have an idea of what I want to accomplish–whether it’s intended to be a comedy or something that tackles serious issues or something particularly sexy. “Five Dares” was intended to be a mainstream, contemporary, very sexy NA (New Adult). With, hopefully, good humor and UST. 🙂

Andy and Jake have been bffs forever. Andy is an adrenaline jockey–he loves to do crazy stunts and dares to freak people out, and Jake is happy to be his sideman. Their stunts are not as haphazard or dangerous as they appear to be. In fact, Andy is usually pretty smart about it.  But the night of their college graduation from NYU, he’s feeling anxious over he and Jake’s imminent move to separate sides of the continent. Jake is supposed to start work as a programmer for a company in Silicon Valley, and Andy is headed to Harvard law school in Boston. That night, Andy is feeling crazier than usual an proposes an impromptu dare holding lit firecrackers.

It doesn’t go so well.

Andy and Jake are forced to spend the summer alone together at a cottage in Nantucket to recooperate from their injuries.  With four burned palms between them, a whole lot of things become difficult–including getting off. As their frustration mounts, Andy begins a new series of dares that will cross the friendship line. In fact, in Andy’s typical reckless style, he blows it to smithereens.

It’s fun though. Too much fun?

At the end of the summer, when their burns heal, the two friends will have to decide if they go their separate ways or risk the greatest dare of their lives.  (Since this is a romance, you can probably guess that love wins.)


To win a chance to read an ARC of this novel before anyone else, comment on the facebook post on the Queer Romance Freebie Fan Club.  The winner will be chosen Friday 5/13/2017. I’m not sure exactly when the ARC will be going out. Probably July or August. But you’ll be on the list to get one when it’s ready.

Excerpt (not final text)


I woke up Monday morning hard as an iron post, the kind they put up in Boston to make sure cars didn’t enter pedestrian zones. I’d been dreaming about sex, though I couldn’t remember the details. God damn, but I had to get off. I was becoming seriously irritable, especially being around Jake all the time. He could have ended this so easily, not only the physical torment itself, but the questions that were starting to drive me crazy. And yet he hadn’t even acknowledged I’d suggested we get each other off since he’d first walked away on Friday morning.

Fine! I’d figure out another way to do it then.

I went into the bathroom. It was too difficult to turn the lock on the door and, anyway, if Jake walked in on me, that was his problem. I couldn’t even piss with my aching hard-on, and I was so done with this. The sink in the bathroom was free-standing and had a curved porcelain edge. It was at the right height that figured I might be able to rub off against it. Of course, cold porcelain wasn’t exactly conducive to comfort. I bent over and grasped a towel off the rack with my teeth. I tried to drape it over the basin. What I wanted was a clean double fold so there would be two thickness of terrycloth between me and the porcelain. But the towel dropped twice, forcing me to get onto my knees to pick it back up in my teeth and use my elbows to get back on my feet. Then I could only get a single layer of the towel in place, despite spending ages trying to fold it with my elbows.

Finally I gave up and just tried to rub off against it, but the surface was still too hard. And it was bunched up all wrong, making uncomfortable folds. I got more and more pissed, still hard as a rock and in desperate need. I finally found a spot on the towel that wasn’t too uncomfortable, and was just starting to rut in earnest when I heard the door and voices in the main room. Walter’s voice. I’d apparently slept right through Emily’s visit, and now Walter had arrived for our morning shower and bandage change.

I swore a loud, hearty motherfucker and let the towel drop to the floor. I scooted my gym shorts back up against the bathroom wall, having to work it over my woodie. Whatever. I didn’t care. My T-shirt was long enough to mostly cover it. I used the back of one bandaged hand and my knee to turn the bathroom door knob and stomped out.

Walter and Jake were in the living room, talking. Walter gave me a nod, though he didn’t smile or say hello. He’d probably heard me cursing. I glared at the two of them and went into the kitchen.

Emily had left me a large coffee travel mug on the counter with a straw in it. I took a sip. It was cold. I thunked my head against the fridge, breathing hard.

I was so done. Normally, I could laugh about it or take it as a challenge, but not this morning. I was frustrated and horny and resentful.

“Andy?” Jake came up behind me, his voice quiet. I heard the sink in the bathroom turn on. Walter was in there setting up for our showers. As if I’d let him near me with this fucking hard-on.

I growled, not lifting my head from the fridge. “What do you want, Jake?”

“What’s the matter?”

I heard the worry in Jake’s voice. He honestly didn’t know? “My coffee is cold, my dick is hard, and I want to punch something. Any more questions?”

There was as smirk in Jake’s voice. “So your coffee is frigid and your dick is rigid? I hate when that happens.”

I smiled despite myself, though with my head on the fridge, I didn’t think he could see it. But at the same time, part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off. The way he’d told me to. But I didn’t. Jake wasn’t doing anything wrong. He had every right to say no to my little plan. In fact, he was probably smart to say no. I was the fucked up one. Why did I want this so much?

I sighed and slumped even more against the fridge, feeling defeated.

Behind me, I actually heard a gulp as Jake swallowed. “Hey, listen . . . I’ll do it.” His voice was low and gravelly, as if he didn’t want Walter to hear.

I stood there, not saying anything. But my heart started pounding harder. Did he mean it?

“You said ‘no,’” I finally managed. “If you don’t want to do it, you shouldn’t.”

“I just said I would.”

“Maybe now I don’t want to,” I argued, some gremlin inside me still hurt that he’d said no in the first place.

“Don’t be such an emo!” Jake huffed. “Like you said, it’s an expedient way to get off. It’s not a big deal.”

Oh thank God. My woodie had finally been starting to go down, but now it perked back up again at the idea of getting some action. A warm mouth yet. Jake’s mouth. Oh God. “Okay,” I said breathlessly. “When?”

Jake snorted. “Eager much? We’ll have to wait until Walter leaves, obviously.”

That soon? Oh God. “Okay. After Walter leaves.”




Excerpt & Give away – Merry Christmas, Mr. Miggles

May 9

I’m hosting the Queer Romance Freebie Fan Club on Facebook this week. If you aren’t already a member, you can join below. The group is manned by more than a dozen mm authors who regularly give stuff away:


This week I’ll be giving away a few books, audiobooks, an ARC of my upcoming “Five Dares”, and an Amazon gift certificate.

To kick off the week, I offered a chance to win any of my Christmas novellas in ebook or audiobook (includes “Blame it on the Mistletoe”, “Unwrapping Hank”, “Midwinter Night’s Dream”  and “Merry Christmas Mr. Miggles”). To enter to win you just need to comment on that thread in the facebook group above.

Today’s giveaway is for one copy of the audiobook of “Merry Christmas, Mr. Miggles”.  To enter, comment on this post on the Facebook group. You can listen to a sample and check out reveiws here:


Today’s post is an excerpt from “Merry Christmas, Mr. Miggles”.

Excerpt (from chapter 2):


The next day when I arrived at the library at 8 o’clock, Mr. Miggles was already there. He was in Santa’s Headquarters. Christmas tunes played over the library’s speaker system, and he was swathed in an apparently infinite strand of gold tinsel.

He fought against the tinsel’s stranglehold harder when I walked into the room, embarrassed to be caught out. It was hilarious and precious at the same time, like a video of a kitten falling off a sofa, but I kept a straight face. I plopped my backpack down and helped him unwind. He was dressed in his usual gray suit pants and starched white button-down shirt. Today his tie was navy and yellow and had subtle smiley faces on it. The tinsel strand had gotten itself entwined on a button on his back suit pants pocket. I couldn’t help noticing, as I freed it, that he had a decent ass.

Did I mention that I’m twenty-four?

“I was, um, trying to judge the length of the strand,” he said with strained dignity.

“By pole dancing with it?”

“Don’t be cheeky.” He gave me a warning glare that looked amused at the same time. “I’m glad you’re in. I wanted to discuss the Christmas Surprise Box before the library opens.”

“Okay. But why are you here so early? You shouldn’t come in early like this.”

The library ran on a very tight budget. There were only two paid employees—Mr. Miggles and me. We had a few volunteers, but either he or I had to be there at all times. So I worked 8 to 5 and he worked 10 to 7.

He waved away my concern. “Needs must. Now. The Christmas Surprise Box.” He picked up his pen and notebook from the table. “We’ll have the traditional chocolates, of course, but I want something new. You’re young. What latest trend might we be able to afford?”

I leaned against the table and crossed my arms. “What’s the budget this year?”

“Same as every year. Fifty dollars.”

I gave him an incredulous look and sighed. “Well, that leaves out a smart phone.”

“What about a smart phone case? Or another accessory?”

I shook my head. “There are too many phone sizes to do a case. No way to know what the winner would have. Besides, they’re expensive.” I thought about it. “Earbuds?”

He hummed and wrote it down. “Possibly. You’re sure most people would have a mobile communication device?”

I opened my mouth to accuse him of being a hopeless Luddite, but then I saw the suppressed smile on his face. He was yanking my chain. Of course he was. He had a cell phone, I reminded myself. I even had his number in case of emergencies.

“You’re not the least bit funny,” I grumbled.

His grin broadened. “Just making sure you’re awake, Toby. What else might be an option?”

“iTunes Gift certificate?”

“Too impersonal.”

“But flexible.”

Clearly this was a teaching moment to Mr. Miggles. He gave me a serious look. “A gift says as much about the giver as the receiver. How much thought went into it? Does the giver truly know the recipient’s heart? Did the giver put time and care into the selection, or was it merely a chore to be ticked off?”

“Chore,” I said decisively. “Oh… you meant hypothetically.”

Mr. Miggles looked rueful. “Of course, if you’re the sort of person who prefers to put the minimum amount of effort into a thing….”

I rolled my eyes. “We don’t know who’s going to win the surprise box, so how personal can it be?”

“We know the winner will be a human being with all the needs and frailties that implies. Also, it’s someone who lives in Sandy Lake and comes into the library. There are scores of information in those few data alone.”

“So no alien technology then. Or dog biscuits.”

Mr. Miggles gave a “this is what I have to put up with” sigh. “Something about the town, perhaps. Something for a reader.”

“What about a Sandy Lake bookmark? We might be able to get something custom done on Etsy fairly cheap. We could use a photo of the town clock.”

“Excellent!” Mr. Miggles wrote it down. “Is there anything I might get at the mall? I’m planning on a hike near Columbus on Sunday, so I could make the dreaded mall run.”

My face must have given me away, because Mr. Miggles blinked at me. “What is it?”

I tried to downplay my frustration. “Nothing. Justin and I were supposed to go to Columbus on Sunday, but now he has to work.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. I suppose you were quite looking forward to it. Do you….”

He trailed off, stopping himself. And I thought. Do I… what?

Mr. Miggles looked at me and I looked at him. In a flash, the room was full of this weird frizzle of… something. It was definitely tingly. And awkward. He clenched his jaw as if he wanted to say something. Was he going to invite me to go with him? That would be weird.

I suddenly wanted him to ask and… I didn’t. The idea of having company for a trip to Columbus, not to mention going for a hike on a nice November day, sounded righteous. Why shouldn’t I go out and have fun since Justin had bailed on me?

But Mr. Miggles was my boss. We didn’t socialize. And there was the gay thing too. Would he think that, because I was a gay man, any invitation would be misconstrued as a come on? Mr. Miggles wasn’t gay. At least, I didn’t think so. Come to think of it, I had no idea what he was or even if he was anything at all. Possibly, he was asexual or he’d been kidnapped by white slavers during his formative years and castrated. That would explain his “tragic past” vibe. Hey, anything was possible.

“So, um, have fun, you know, with that,” I stammered. “If I think of anything you could pick up at the mall, I’ll let you know.”

“Yes. Fine. Good.” Mr. Miggles nodded adamantly.

I looked at the clock on the wall in desperation. The second hand edged toward 8:30, when the library officially opened. I had a few things to do to prep for that and a cup of coffee was definitely high on the list.

“I’d better….” I jerked my thumb at the door.

“By all means. Get to it.”


See you tomorrow!


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