Author Spotlight: Mel Skubich

Author Spotlight: Mel Skubich 



About Mel

Mel Skubich (* born 1973) cannot recall a time without books or imaginary friends. Even though she made some very dear real friends and is at least theoretically grown up, she still loves telling tales and getting to know the many characters that live inside her head. Her fascination with books lead her to studying librarianship in what later became her home town of choice for several years, Cologne. Her writing can best be described as Dark Queer Urban Fantasy. Some has touches of romance, others of steamy adult fun. A fascination with LGBT culture has influenced her work at least as much as her love of 80s pop music, everything Victorian, fairy tales, folklore and whatever may hide in the dark shadows under your bed. Currently she’s working on her first novel and shares a flat with her best mate and fellow author Stevie Conradi on the outskirts of Berlin.


Mel’s WIP’s and Publications

I have stories and essays in several anthologies, like ‘Cirque D’Obscure’ by Crushed Hearts and Broken Butterflies, ‘Your Early Stuff’ and ‘Other Voices’ by Diamant and a number of Rock and Roll Saved My Soul anthologies.

‘Murder, Mayhem and Magic: The Casebook of Alistair Gordon’ is my first book to be released on 1st September. It was a collaboration with Stevie Conradi and is a collection of Victorian Murder Mysteries with a twist. It’s our tribute to Sherlock Holmes and Jeremy Brett, who portrayed the detective in the Granada series in the 1980s and 90s. It’s not a Holmes pastiche, but our main character Alistair Gordon is a huge fan of everything Sherlock and Doyle. We are currently plotting an Alistair novel, which we hope to begin and finish this November during #nanowrimo. I don’t want to give too much away, it will include a vicious cult, vampires, mesmerism and more.
I’m also working on the final edits and rewrites of Shattered, the first of my Raoul Sinclair: Mirror Walker series. Raol is a pop star, who is desperate to make his comeback work, after his life spiraled down into a mess of depression, drug addiction and failure. He has no memory of his past prior to his 21st birthday. As the story unfolds, he has to piece together the puzzle of his past, battle an old foe, an abusive boyfriend and being in love with someone he thinks he cannot have. 
Last #nanowrimo I started a novel set in the Stone Age in a fantasy version of Great Britain, around the time Stonehenge was build. It’s about Rrak, high priest of the Raven Goddess and his struggles to fulfill the will of the Goddess, keep his tribe safe and find happiness, even though he knows the demands of the Goddess are getting more and more irrational.I hope to complete it next year.
Where you can find Mel

Cover Reveal: Murder, Mayhem, and Magic by Mel Skubich and Stevie Conradi

Cover Reveal: Murder, Mayhem, and Magic by Mel Skubich and Stevie Conradi




“When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.” – Sherlock Holmes.
But what if the truth is not only improbable, but otherworldly? Meet Alistair Gordon and Jerome Garibaldi, two Victorian gentlemen and part-time sleuths. Not only do they follow in the footsteps of the greatest detective who never lived, they meet more than they bargained for when a case of magic goes horribly wrong.
Accompany them on a journey through several Victorian murder mysteries, from a marriage that was not meant to be to a match celebrated with rose-petals. Join Alistair as his investigations lead him to opium dens and follow Jerome turn his life around as he stops being a blackmailing lay-about and becomes lover, lodger and layman detective.
Walk with us through foggy alleyways where hansom cabs and Ladies that are not paint a picture of Victorian London in six illustrated stories of murder, mayhem and magic.

All proceeds will go to BipolarUK, since Jeremy Brett who inspired us, was bipolar himself and this charity was very dear to him.


Illustrations on the Cover are done by: Aubrey Diamant, Jordan Diamant, Eva Gil, Elijah Bertagnolli, and Chris Hunter.

Cover Design done by Kate Marie Robbins via Kate’s Ye Olde Booke Cover Shoppe


Mel Skubich and Stevie Conradi


From Mel and Stevie

Mel Skubich and me known each other since 2009. We met at a Pet Shop Boys concert and we instantly clicked. Little did we know that 6 years later, we’d be flatmates, and were releasing our very first book with Victorian Murder Mysteries! While Mel had never stopped writing and has been working on her first fantasy novel over the last (eek) 6 years, I had stopped writing during my late teens. Only when I met Mel and she urged me on did I start again. And Mel and I started writing together. Since we are both fans of Sherlock Holmes (and specially of the portrayal of Jeremy Brett), we decided to created characters like that ourselves. We didn’t want it to be just pastiche, we wanted to create something of our own. And thus, Alistair Gordon and Jerome Garibaldi were born. 🙂

Mel is currently working on part one of her Mirror Walker series – Shattered. A Raoul Sinclair novel. She is nearing completion of round 2 of edits, so stay tuned, this is happening soon!

I am currently working on The Ghost of Myself, a New York Murder Mystery. Started only last year, it’s still a lot to write, but I will eventually get there and finish it. 🙂

Where you can also find Mel and Stevie

Stevie on Facebook

Mel on Facebook

Raoul Sinclair, Mirror Walker on Facebook

Stevie on Twitter

Mel on Twitter

Stevie on Goodreads

Mel on Goodreads


Book Alert: Two Man Advantage by V.L. Locey

Book Alert: Two Man Advantage by V.L. Locey




 Victor Kalinski, all-star forward for the Boston Barracudas, is one of the biggest jerks in professional hockey. Before long his aggressive attitude gets him shipped off to play in the minor leagues.

Furious, he takes to the ice with equal amounts of skill and scathing sarcasm, which doesn’t win him any friends—except for good-natured alternate captain Daniel Arou. He won’t take any of Vic’s crap, and he won’t take no for an answer.

But Vic’s troublemaking is pulling his career one way while Dan’s talent is pushing his in the other. However much they scorch the sheets, they might soon be separated by more than Vic’s fear of being hurt.

Inside Scoop: This book contains scorching gay sex and a heaping helping of no-holds-barred snark between hot hockey heroes who don’t pull their punches.

A Romantica® gay erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


Teaser: PG-13 (Mature Language)

One short little shit got my attention when Lambert told them to try again. He was a dark-haired little scrapper with a light-sienna complexion, who got into the corners, putting elbow to nose and lumber to teeth with no remorse until he got the puck free. I liked his grit. And the way his dark hair hung out from under his lid, flipping up at the ends. The man had some good flow going on.

His style was good, his eyes sharp, his stick handling above par and his ankles strong. He was the only one who had a grasp of what he was supposed to be doing, if you asked me. When he skated past in

pursuit of the puck, I got a glimpse of a round, cute face with a button nose and lapis lazuli eyes. He executed a perfect side-stop, his plump mouth drawing up as he looked at me.

“Holy shit, it’s the big bad boy of Beantown,” he yelled to be heard over the shouts of his teammates. There was a noticeable Canadian accent when he spoke. He was probably no older than my twenty-four, if that. He wore the big A on his shoulder, so I knew he was an alternate captain. Shit, but he had a sexy Elvis Presley mouth. “What’s your expert opinion on how we’re looking, Kalinski?”

“To quote Reggie Dunlop as played by Paul Newman in Slapshot, ‘Jesus Christ, what a *#*#* nightmare.”

He chuckled then skated down ice. His said his last name was spelled A-R-O-U.

Coach Lambert skated into my line of sight. I smiled pleasantly.

 “What kind of fresh holy *#*#* hell is this?” Coach asked, coming through the gate and stalking past me. “Did you think I was kidding when I told you never to darken my door again, Kalinski?” he asked, throwing the door to his office open.

 “You’re going to *#*# the shit out of those blades,” I pointed out as I lingered in the doorway. Coach Lambert threw me a blistering look. I didn’t remember him hating me quite this badly. “But hey, it’s your nutsack Carl will roast over an open fire, not mine.”

“Shut the door, sit down and keep that toxic *#*#* mouth of yours closed.”

 I did as he asked. Lambert fell into a rolling office chair to unlace his skates. The plastic wheels whimpered at the abuse. His gray eyes drilled into mine as he untied his laces with short, jerky motions. One skate sailed across the room, hitting the wall with a sickening thud.

 “I can’t believe this is how the *#*#* repay me for fourteen years of coaching expertise,” Coach snarled, yanking violently on a hellacious knot in his laces.

 “Your team has come in last for the past two years. I’m not sure you can call that expertise.”

 Lambert nearly ripped his foot off. The skate flew past my left ear and embedded itself a good four inches into the sheetrock behind me. Slowly shifting my attention from the skate of doom to Lambert, I gifted him with one of my “I was only kidding” smirks. It had little to no effect. If anything, the vein right above his left eye thumped faster.


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