Today, I welcome K.L. Noone back to the blog. She’s here to talk about her brand spanking new book that’s released today, so let’s all throw some virtual confetti her way and maybe even a virtual cake? Let me tell you a secret before I let Kristin take over: I adore her writing, fall is my favorite season and, stories described as “a soft domestic sort of love” is my crack. So this book could be written just for me. But I’d never be so selfish and not share it with you. Great writing is best shared with friends, don’t you agree. So while you read the post, I’ll go download my pre-ordered copy, make a cup of tea, light some candles (and my fire), and start reading…đ
Hi, Nell and Nellâs readers! Happy October to youâand thanks to Nell for letting me stop by to share my seasonal new release!
October by Candlelight might be among my favorite stories Iâve writtenâautumn is my favorite season, made of bonfire-leaves and candy-corn sugar and bone-thin branches and glowing jack-o-lantern gold, and I loved getting to imagine the decorations and atmosphere for this story!
Finn and Wes are also some of my favorite characters; they fit together so well, they make each other happy, and theyâre very fun to write! Wes more or less has my day job, by the way, though heâs more of a medieval historian and my specialty is more literature-focused. And Finn has my sense of humor, with the dreadful punsâŚso, well, apologies for pun-ishing you (and Wes) with that!
When JMS Books put out the call for Trick or Treat themed stories, I knew I wanted to write a Treat: because I love the season, and because I was in the mood for a soft domestic sort of love, a love written in book-presents and apology candles and pumpkin-spice cinnamon rolls, learning to live together (theyâve just moved in together!) and learning to listen.
The world knows a lot about Finn, or it thinks it doesâhe was a teen idol mega-star, after all, all those posters and interviews and television shows, over a decade agoâbut thereâre some things he doesnât talk about much. Like how badly heâs always wanted a home, someplace snug and warm and settled, someplace he can fill with books and his favorite season and leaf-garlands and pumpkins everyplace, a fantasy of coziness. Wes, on the other hand, wanted their new home together to be neat and clean and minimalistic and ruthlessly tidyâŚ
But, of course, theyâll work it out. Because theyâre in love. And did I mention book-presents and pumpkin-spice cinnamon rolls and autumn-themed apology candles?
I hope you enjoy meeting themâand all the autumn scents and glowing lightsâin October by Candlelight!

Living with former teen idol Finn Ransom isnât like a movie. But itâs worth it.
Wes loves his boyfriend, and he knows all the stories about Finnâs celebrity past and old accidents and rebuilt career — or he thinks he does. But Wes also loves his organized historianâs life, neat and tidy and efficient — and moving in with Finn is the opposite.
Finnâs messy, colorful, exuberant … and in love with autumn. Pumpkins. Black cats. Fall leaves. Rain. Wes wants to be patient, but one more cinnamon candle might be one too many.
But maybe Wes doesnât know everything about Finnâs past. And autumn candlelight is good for sharing stories … and opening up hearts.
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Excerpt:
Two days later, on Saturday, a delivery arrived: three pumpkin-spice candles, a paperback copy of The History of Silver Age Superheroes, a zucchini, and a loaf of raspberry wheat bread. None of these had been on the shopping list tacked to the fridge, except Finnâs zucchini, which had a muffin-related destiny.
Wes, whoâd answered the door and opened the package, considered this fact. âIâm not sure youâre allowed to buy things without me.â
Finn gave him a sorrowful-kitten look. Wes knew that look. He gave in to that look just about every time.
âIs this what living with you is like? It is, isnât it? Not,â he added hastily, âthat I mind.â
He didnât. Not at all. This house had room for their combined eclectic library; Wesâs organized desk and an old guitar from his wayward college rock band days lived alongside Finnâs hobby-of-the-month origami and card-trick magic practice and ocean-themed coloring books, finding three-month-old harmony. The pool out back was good for Finnâs physical therapy and also just for floating around in, and they did a lot of that. These days Wesâs world was wondrous.
He lifted up a bright orange shape, turned it around. âMore candles?â
âThey were on sale,â Finn protested. Heâd gotten up, and Wes nearly argued, but it seemed to be a good day; that wasnât even much of a limp. âThey smell like pumpkins. And autumn grass. And bonfire smoke. Here, I can helpââ
âYes, thank you,â Wes said, now juggling three candles and bread and zucchini and a book, trailing Finn into the kitchen. âYou want pumpkins and bonfires in our house.â
âIâll make cinnamon rolls with pumpkin cream cheese.â Finn was only half paying attention, entranced by autumnal temptation and finding gleaming silver to put candles inside. âAnyway you like pumpkin spice.â
âIâm not sure I want to, you know, breathe and eat pumpkinâŚâ He did love Finn, though. And he loved the sparkle in those huge eyes, diving into the world with full-on enthusiasm. âI can build a fire if you want. In our fireplace. For you.â
Finn set down the third candle. Smiled. âCome on, baby, light my fire.â
âTerrible classic rock puns,â Wes informed him, âmean absolutely guaranteed seduction,â and took a step forward, everything else shoved onto a countertop, hands finding and cupping Finnâs face, thumb skimming over a dimple because it was there and he could.
Finn looked at him, smiling, waiting; pure anticipation danced in every line of him, every lifted eyebrow. Wes kissed him for it.
Bio
K.L. Noone teaches college students about superheroes and Shakespeare by day, and writes romance â frequently paranormal or with fantasy elements, usually LGBTQ, and always with happy endings â when not grading papers or researching medieval outlaw life. She is currently the servant of a large black cat named Merlyn, who demands treats on a regular basis.