And on the Day of Grand Adventures, TJ and Eric…

Let me tell you why I believe.

I believe because in less than three months, DSP put out an anthology for Eric.

I believe because in less than a day, it is almost at the top of the bestseller charts, thanks to all of you.

I believe because when I got to Indiana on Saturday, Eric saw me and smiled like I’ve never seen him smile before.

I believe because when I walked into the room, not only did his eyes follow me, he was able to move his neck completely left and right, which was something that didn’t happen even three weeks ago.

I believe because he was moving his shoulders on his own.

I believe because his nurse sounded shocked today when he said that Eric is breathing ABOVE the vent, meaning he is taking his own breaths.

I believe because we started planning the wedding to end all weddings.

I believe because the last three months have happened, and we are no where near defeated or broken.

Eric is improving. In the three weeks I’ve since I’ve seen him, he has improved exponentially.

I believe in him because he believes in himself. And in me.

Things might never be the same. But you can sure as shit bet it’s not going to be because of a lack of trying. He WILL get better. Life WILL get better.

You can fucking believe that.

Grand Adventures is Here!

It’s here! This lovely gift to Eric and me. On the first day, you have already put it at number 2 on DSP’S bestseller list, along with the paperback and the posters.

Eric is as thrilled as I am, and I so happy I get to be by his side this morning as this book launches. Thank you to all who have purchased and to DSP for putting this together. Eric and I love you all very much.

Tj & Eric (who is still sleeping right now, the lazy ass)


Purchase Grand Adventures Here.



Rhys Ford’s Dirty Deeds. Soon. So Soon.

Dirty_Deeds_CoverWhen I first started on this writing thing, I never thought I’d be curving into the fourth book of Cole McGinnis’ life and struggles with … well, life. That’s not something they teach you in writers’ school. That you’d have to do these long arcs and…. Wait, there is no writers’ school.

I mean you can definitely take classes to help you learn what to do and what things are called but in the end, it’s kind of up to you and your brain.

And sometimes that can be a very scary thing.

It’s not just about the writing. It’s kind of also about trying to wave a flag about to tell people you’ve got the best word churros in town. This may or may not be a lie. You can never know. Thing is with writing… kind of like making churros.. there comes a time when you are so immersed into the ingredients you no longer can taste the churro. Or the book. You are going in there on faith.

Okay, I am going in there on faith.

When I write, I have to tell you I don’t think about anyone actually reading what is going down on the page. Mostly I’m trying to get comfortable, keeping my computer desk at the proper height because my fat Yoshiko sits on it and there’s no clamp in the world that can stop gravity and heavy cat. I worry about plot and plot holes. I go take a shower and have a stupid idea on what is going to happen in a chapter I’m not even near yet.

So here we are, book four of a series that started with Cole McGinnis running through a garden being shot at by a old German woman in bondage gear. It’s been a fun ride. It’s been an exhausting ride but we’ve got a few more to go yet.

But… I wanted to say thank you. To all of you. You’ve made this a fantastic journey and I couldn’t have gotten past the first story without you. Smoooches and please, accept my gratitude.

And I hope you enjoy Dirty Deeds.

Crap… I always forget this stuff. Dudes, really… I know… I have to. I should but come on! I forget!

Rhys Ford’s Dirty Deeds may be purchased at:

About Rhys Ford
Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur, a black Pomeranian puffball and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and a purple Bella coffee maker.

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And at the Starbucks down the street. No really, they’re 24/7. And a drive-thru. It’s like heaven.

My books can be purchased, folded and first chapters read at Dreamspinner Press.