Sunday, October 25, 2015

Health Update

Hey y'all!

Many of you have been following my health issues. I finally have some answers, so I thought I'd do a blog post and fill y'all in.

To recap, I've been having weird heartbeats for some time, along with pain and nausea when I look down. I also have random leg pains, and scalding pain along my scalp, behind my left ear. Most of these things have been going on for years, and I've been to various doctors to try and figure them out.

The last Sunday of September brought on another round of the scalding scalp pain. Unlike past episodes, though, this one didn't just pass. By Tuesday morning, I was in so much pain that I hadn't slept since Monday night. The bursts of pain were so intense my entire body would seize up. Around 5 AM, Hubby and I finally decided to go to the ER.

Through a series of multiple screw ups and generally bad patient service, I ended up spending the entire day in the ER. After explaining that I didn't have "a headache" about twenty-five times, I finally just gave up. I was discharged around 4:45 PM. And by that time, I had no answers. They'd run blood work and a CT, and neither had any diagnostic relevance. So they sent me home with some Norco and basically wiped their hands of me.

I followed up with a neurologist. I described my symptoms to her and her answer was "no - that's not a headache. That's occipital neuralgia." She gave me medication to control it. I haven't had an issue with it since starting the meds. She also sent me for an MRI and a Flow Study, because I'd previously been diagnosed with a Chairi One Malformation, and she felt my heart issues might be attributed to that.

As it turns out, I have "significant restriction" of my cerebrospinal fluid. It's so significant, that a neurosurgeon has suggested surgery.

Basically, what this all means is that at any point my CSF could block up in my head and I could die.

It's a fairly daunting diagnosis.

I haven't scheduled surgery yet, for a number of reasons. For one, it's very dangerous. It's surgery on my brain - the complication and risk rates are high, according to the surgeon. If this were to go wrong, I have no one to take care of Hubby. Also, though I have some symptoms, I don't have debilitating symptoms. I'm not going to risk my brain for something that is currently manageable.

However, a great number of my maladies have been explained: my strange heart beat, my insomnia, my hand/arm/leg issues, my stutter, my tinnitus, some of my vision issues, and even in small part, my depression. It also explains a whole lot of my childhood.

I can remember laying in bed as a child, screaming with leg pain, while my mother ignored me. Later, as I got older, I ended up bed ridden with migraines, which my mother also ignored. How anyone could listen to their child scream and beg for help and do nothing is beyond me, but that's what she did.

In any event, all this information was, understandably, I think, rather daunting. The neurosurgeon said things like "you could die" and "deadly" and "serious issue" a lot. He mentioned dangerous things like impacts to the back of my head causing seizures and death.

At first, I was freaked the hell out. I mean... Who wouldn't be? "Treat yourself like a delicate flower or you'll die" isn't exactly what anyone wants to hear. A lot of this situation is out of my control. Like, what if I get rear-ended in my car? For a full day, I dwelled on it. How the hell was I supposed to keep myself safe? What if I contorted in my sleep and died? What if I slipped and fell in the shower, or on ice, or what if.... Just.... What. If.

And after all of it I decided this:

Dear Shitty Genetics:
Fuck. You.
No Love,

I may get the surgery in the future, if things get worse. Until then, I've got a ton of things I want to do. I've got more books to write. I want to meet Misha Collins. I want to travel. I want to find a Dom who will move in with Hubby and I so I can quit work and focus on writing and being a good little house sub. I want to add on to the Monkey House.

So, yeah. Fuck genetics.

Cover Reveal!!! 137 Owens Street (the re-release)

Ain't it pretty?

Sunday, June 21, 2015

A little snippet...

Here's a little bit of what I'm working on right now...

Silence. Korden stood in the doorway, his mind racing, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, his nostrils pulling in the odors of blood, sweat, and unmentionable other things. Pain, fear and desperation rolled off his brother in waves, souring his scent, taunting Korden's alpha instincts. His lungs strained to work beyond the crushing pressure of emotion in his chest. But above all this, he knew, years later, it would be the silence he remembered most. Sokel stood next to him, not moving, not daring to breathe, eyes riveted, as his were, to the huddled, naked form chained in the corner. He heard Sokel swallow hard, thought the sound verily echoed off the cold, filthy walls. With a strangled sound, the healer finally broke free of their mutual trance and moved forward, striding with more certainty than Korden assumed either one of them felt. He remained where he was, watching intently as Sokel approached and crouched, then pulled back abruptly as a snarl filled the air and Rennett’s teeth barely missed taking the fingers off the healer’s outstretched hand.

Sokel turned to him. “Korden?”

And he was already moving, drawn to Rennett by bone-deep instinct. In his mind’s eye, he could see their link, golden and gossamer, lighting the way forward. He sank to his knees as Sokel slid back. “Renny?”

Guess Who's Back...

Hola ya'll!

As many of you know, my main publisher, Breathless Press, closed its doors a month or so ago. At the end of June, another of my publishers is closing up shop.

This means that massively impressive backlist of mine is now homeless.

I'm working on getting them all to another publisher, and I'm pleased to announce that 7 of them will be republished. I'm also working on three new stories. :-)

And yeah, I know my website is down. There's a couple reasons for that - for one, it needs a revamp, and two I need to switch to something that's free, at least until I get a job.

So. DC Juris is officially back.

Tell a friend.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Cranberries and Spice Blog Hop

Please be aware: I write GLBTQ romance. This blog posting contains an excerpt from an m/m/m romance - that's male/male/male. As in male/male/male sex. As in a threesome. 
If that ain't your cuppa, please move along
 and make room for the next person. 

I don't have any Thanksgiving-themed stories, but I do have a hot little Christmas tale. So... I'mma be all rebellious and junk and share an excerpt from that one. It's called "Perfect Christmas." Like most things in my life, this snippet is Rated R!!

Leave a comment below and you'll be entered to win a free pdf copy. :-) 


Blurb: Depressed and lonely, Evan has nothing to look forward to on Christmas but his TV dinner and store-bought cookies, while his lover, Drake, spends the holiday traveling for business. But a special delivery changes everything, and Evan finds himself in the middle of a perfect Christmas. Worn out from his stocking stuffer, Evan's not sure how he's going to handle his present, but when Drake reveals that Evan's gift is a threesome with none other than their hunky friend Mike, Evan summons the energy!


Drake straightened, stepped back, and stretched. He flashed Evan a dazzling smile. “Now we can head to the bedroom.”

“I was starting to like the bathroom,” Evan admitted.

“Well, if you want to open your present, you need to go to the bedroom.”

Curiosity piqued, Evan slid down off the sink. Drake took his hand and led him to the adjoining bedroom. In the middle of their big, black lacquer, four-poster bed, naked except for a pair of black leather underwear with a silver zipper, was their friend Mike. The soft glow of candles surrounded them but no heat radiated from them; Evan recognized them as the flameless battery operated ones he’d bought online last year but had never used.

“How?” Evan managed to whisper, just before his jaw dropped open.

“I called him on the way here and arranged it,” Drake explained, his tone full of pride.

“I snuck in the backdoor after Drake got home.” Mike grinned sheepishly. “No pun intended.”

“Remember when you said you wondered what he was like in bed?” Drake asked, pressing his lips to Evan’s ear.

Evan nodded, mouth too dry to talk. Not that he didn’t find Drake’s boyish good looks and curly blond hair attractive, and not that he didn’t feel content and fulfilled with their relationship, or their sex life—he did. But there was something about Mike—an animal magnetism in those large, dark eyes—that had always tempted Evan. Mike was the tallest man Evan knew, towering well over six feet, with a hunky build and chestnut skin that bespoke of exotic travels, action and adventure, and completely belied his ordinary, down home life as bartender at the local gay club. Evan would never have acted on his fantasy, of course, but with Drake giving permission and Mike willing, how could he say no?

“Aren’t you going to unwrap your package?” Mike wiggled his hips, flickering light glinting off the metal zipper.

Drake moved to stand behind Evan, pressing their bodies together, the proof of his excitement obvious as the long, hard ridge of his cock nudged Evan’s ass. “Go on,” he encouraged.

Evan took several slow, measured steps forward, reawakening cock swinging between his legs.

“He looks good enough to eat, doesn’t he, Mike?” Drake asked.

Mike nodded. “I’m eager for a taste.”

Evan shivered and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching a trembling hand for the zipper. His fingers fumbled, bumping Mike’s cock through the leather and Mike let out a long, low moan that went straight to Evan’s cock.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

I'm Only An Asshole Until You Get to Know Me...

Hello, I'm DC Juris. I'm about to admit something to you that a lot of writers won't.

I have an ego.

There - I said it.

It's not a small one, either. Nu-uh. My ego is *huge*. It's *gigantic.* It's *hugantic*. That's right - it's so big I just made up a whole new word to describe how big it is.

If I read a nomination list for an award, and don't see my name on it, my ego immediately asks "What the fuck? Do they not know who I am?" Yep. That's what happens. Every. Damn. Time.

I don't click on review links with trepidation because I don't expect to see negative reviews. Why would anyone have anything bad to say about my writing? It's awesome. It *has* to be awesome, because *I'm* awesome, therefore anything I *do* is, by default, also awesome.

Believe me, I'm not the only one.

I've been on the receiving end of my fair share of messages and e-mails that started something like "Did you SEE who got nominated for the Fabulous Everything Award this year??? What the hell??" or "Can you believe So-and-So has a new book out? Who keeps reading that crap and thinking it doesn't suck?" as well as "I cannot believe I was left off the nomination list YET AGAIN."


You see, the thing about authors - the one major flaw we all share - is that we're human.