The Cruise Is All About the Fun with Andrew Grey #dreamer

August 25, 2015

Dominic and I cruise for a number of reasons.  We love the food and the activities, but one thing both of us always count on is the entertainment.  And on a cruise the shows and music are non-stop.  Many times the two of us have spent the afternoon lying on the pool deck or splashing in the pool, listening to a steel drum band.  We’ve seen full scale Broadway shows like Hairspray and Chicago, as well as original productions.  We’ve also attended a number of smaller cabaret shows.  One of the ships there was an aqua theater with diving shows.  (Think sleek boys in Speedos)  Many ships also have ice rinks and those have amazing ice skating and dance shows.  (Think boys in tight pants jumping on ice.)  You get the point.


However the wildest show was The Quest.  It’s an adult scavenger hunt.  And let me tell you it’s nearly no holds barred.  The audience is divided into teams and when the host calls for something, the first teams to get what he wants get points.  Now, on our version, the first thing the host requested was a man wearing a bra and high heels.  Let me tell you, ladies were whipping off shoes and bras faster than I have ever seen in my life.  It was pandemonium.    Of course the next thing he wanted to see was a woman in man’s shoes and men’s shorts.  One of the guys took one for the team and dropped his pants.

However I never laughed so hard in my life when the host asked for the tallest and shortest men in each team.  Dominic was of course the shortest on his team and the two of them had to dirty dance.  Of course my sweet little honey bear hammed it up like there was nobody’s business, dancing with a six foot six straight man.  I nearly fell out of my chair.  Unfortunately I wasn’t able to get pictures so you’ll have to take my word on it.  But I can’t wait for our next cruise and I’m going to have as much fun as possible.

Of course no cruise would be complete without seventies night complete with disco and crew members dressed up as The Village People.  Believe me the fun lasts from the time we leave port until we pull in again.


Dream Cruising with Lex Chase

August 20, 2015


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Aloha everyone! Lex Chase here, and today we’re talking about Dream Boats this month. Now, now. I know what you’re saying. DSP is all about the sexy, dreamy men. You know, those dream boats.

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Credit: Hommes Magazine

♥♥♥ ~Le siiiiiigghhhh~ ♥♥♥

Not those dream boats. But these dream boats.

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Credit: Lex Chase

That’s a big boat….

My parents are avid cruisers. And the Carnival Sunshine was one of their recent voyages. They’ve sailed around the Bahamas and the Yucatan Peninsula a few dozen times now, and always come back with stories of the sights, the entertainment, and the food. Always the food. Always.

Dad was pretty pumped about the Sunshine because it had a Guy Fieri burger joint. He’s a bit of a Fieri fanboy.

For those of you that have never been on a cruise before, the common opinion is you are out in the ocean in a confined space, and it’s either going to be terrifying (and turn into a floating petri dish), or boring as all get out.

I’m here to tell you it isn’t. While you’re out in the big blue (where there are things in the water that can eat you) they keep the activities pretty jam-packed. Broadway shows, games, gambling, shopping, shopping, all the shopping ever. And it’s Duty-Free. So go on, get yourself that two liter bottle of Patron.

But let’s not forget the ports of call!

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  My Dad’s faaavorite channel.

You do have a TV and satellite cable, so you can find all of your favorite shows from the Good Ol’ US of A. But my Dad is addicted to this one. It’s a live update of where you are in the great big ocean (where there are things in the water that can eat you) and where you’re headed. He loves this channel so much he even takes pictures of it. I know. I know. Ours is not to ask why.

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Credit: Lex Chase

BUT GASP! I told you there are things in the water that can eat you!

This is worse than my feels that time Steve and Bucky in that Meet The Family AU in Victorian London!*

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 (*Steve/Bucky Victorian London Meet The Family AU is not a thing. But someone write it plz.)

No, no. I promise my parents didn’t die in a crazy Carnival shipwreck. Who else would I watch Netflix with? None the less, after much insisting whatever you do don’t get off the boat in Honduras. Just don’t. At the time Honduras was having some…issues. Well…

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….They got off the boat in Honduras. Dammit. Okay.

But you know, for all of the potential calamity excitement of the sights, food, and endless entertainment. Sometimes it’s good too kick back and relax.

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Because where else can you catch sunsets like this…

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In the middle of the ocean where there are things in the water that can eat you.

And now all of you landlubbers and fearless travelers, how about a giveaway!

If you’ve never been on a cruise, tell me what destination you’d like to see some day.

If you have been on a cruise tell me about your favorite destination.

One lucky super awesome winner will score themselves a $10 DSP Gift Certificate!

Don’t forget about next month guys, join me as we talk about Dream Jobs!

Why Do I Write? With Rick R. Reed #dreamer

August 12, 2015
Rick R. Reed

Me in a philosophical mood on the Oregon coast.

Today, I’m in a philosophical mood and asking myself a deep question: why do I write? I mean, it’s something I don’t have to do, right?

But perhaps asking that latter question gets to the root of things. Maybe I do have to write. Maybe I can’t help myself. When I asked that question, I tried to think of other things I had to do every day and came up with things like brushing my teeth, taking the handful of pills every day that keep me healthy and possibly alive, sleeping enough, eating right. Those things all keep me balanced and on the right path. I could choose not to do them, but why, when I would be harming myself?

I think I could make the same conclusion about writing, about living for a while in an imaginary world. Maybe I do have to do that, because if I didn’t, I’d be harming myself.

Consider: I’ve been making up stories since I was about six years old. And perhaps, if I’d had a different childhood, one that kept me free from bullying, incessant teasing, and loneliness, I wouldn’t be the writer I am today. Writing filled a void…it still does. It gives me control over at least a world in my imagination, often when any control of the real world seems increasingly out of my grasp. Writing, like reading, allows me an escape.

For those of you who might have thought the answer to this self-posed question might be something like fame or fortune, I really have to scoff at that answer. For one, although I’ve achieved a small measure of success, those things still elude me. And they eluded me before I’d had a single word published. Yet, I wrote and wrote and wrote…even when there was no promise of financial or public reward. Why? It’s work. It’s hard. It’s lonely.

Because I’m compelled to. Because I need to. Even if I had never seen a story or book published, I believe I would still be writing. It’s my safety release valve. It’s my gift to myself, even if I can find about a million things to procrastinate about before getting down to business. It’s my gift (or curse?) from a higher power. I honestly believe there’s a thin line between creativity and insanity…and perhaps it’s the writing, the telling of stories, that keeps me just a hair on the side of creativity.

In closing, I offer you a few word from a woman who I think also had to write, Pearl S. Buck:

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”

Rick R. Reed Biography
Rick R. Reed is all about exploring the romantic entanglements of gay men in contemporary, realistic settings. While his stories often contain elements of suspense, mystery and the paranormal, his focus ultimately returns to the power of love. He is the author of dozens of published novels, novellas, and short stories. He is a three-time EPIC eBook Award winner (for Caregiver, Orientation and The Blue Moon Cafe). Raining Men and Caregiver have both won the Rainbow Award for gay fiction.  Lambda Literary Review has called him, “a writer that doesn’t disappoint.” Rick lives in Seattle with his husband and a very spoiled Boston terrier. He is forever “at work on another novel.”

Find him at:

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Rick’s latest book is Dinner at Fiorello’s (where love is on the menu). Buy it at the Dreamspinner Press site in ebook or paperback. Or at Amazon.


Get (un)Comfortable with Xara X. Xanakas

August 10, 2015

I tend to do the same things every day. I get up, re-read stories that I know and love while the TV plays in the background. I go about my day, and then I come home and do the same thing I did that morning. It’s relaxing. It’s comfortable.

It’s the same for most people, I’d bet. We like our routines. We’re wired to gravitate to things that make life easier for us. Things that allow us to slow down and just breathe. There’s a reason the beaten path is that way.

But what if?

What if you step off that path? Not necessarily leaving it to go hike down the road less traveled, but maybe a step or two off the path. The view doesn’t change all that much, and the terrain isn’t all that different. Just a little bit bumpier.

And isn’t that the sweet spot? That step that makes your heart beat a little harder, makes your breath a little quicker. Then one step leads to another, and soon you’ve been herded into another direction. A direction you never intended to follow, but now you can’t imagine yourself anywhere else.

For me, it was like that when I started in MM romances. Reading progressively more explicit het romances led to different pairings, led to MM romances. Just a series of tiny steps that led me to the big jump–writing and then the actual (utterly terrifying) leap of submitting my first story for publication. The thrill of putting a piece of myself out there and having it be accepted. The validation that I’m not out there alone, that ‘I did that’ feeling. The dream I’d had since high school had finally been realized.

If I hadn’t gotten uncomfortable, I wouldn’t have gotten there. Granted, I’ve reverted back into my little comfort zone, hiding in my own little world. But maybe it’s time for me to start taking some steps off the path. You never know where it may take you.


Where will you go?

Where will you go?



The Fun’s in the Water with Andrew Grey #dreamer

July 25, 2015

When on a cruise the excursions in port are half the fun. And a few years ago I found out Dominic loves to snorkel. So since he’s in charge of the planning, we go on a snorkeling excursion on each cruise. The last time we were on Bonaire and I think it spoiled us for every other place we’ve visited. The snorkeling here is unlike any other place in the world. There are no rivers on Bonaire, so there is no runoff into the sea. The reefs have been protected for many years and are unbelievable.


So Dominic found a private company and he booked the excursion. These people were amazing. They handled everything for us. The water there in January was a little chilly for me, so they loaned me a wet suit. That was awesome. They had sun shirts if we needed them. But I think the king of service was the Vaseline. Dominic and I have mustaches and the hostess was kind enough to slather Vaseline on them so the masks would fit well. It worked like a charm, I can tell you that. Of course once I got out of the water, I was washing the stuff off my lips for days.


One other benefit of this particular trip was that there was a photographer along with us and he snapped some of the most amazing pictures, of the coral, sea life, and us. We saw sea turtles, scared up an octopus, coral of every kind, and even a sea horse. I can’t wait to see what kind of excursion Dominic books on our next trip.


All-American #Dreamer with Lex Chase

July 16, 2015

Hello Internet! It’s time to play ball as we celebrate this month’s #Dreamer Theme the American Dream!

Today, I’m joined by the red-blooded all American Dream Boy, aisa King Sevon Maraté. It’ll be our secret the gender-fluid king totally shirked his monarch duties to “research human culture” at a baseball game.

Of course, one must have appropriate human attire! Wearing elaborate gowns look terribly out of place.

With careful consideration (and prodding by this fan), Sevon elected to wear Red Sox attire in homage to a god called “The Bambino.” Come on now. Of course Babe Ruth is a god!

Sevon "blends" in.

Well… he kind of blends in right? Sevon, this is not a runway. You’re trying to be an ordinary guy at a baseball game. You’re just… um…way prettier than all the other guys. As much as I tried, Sevon couldn’t grasp the difference between being a “proper gentleman” and being a “dude-bro.”

Humans are delightful!

He’s clearly winning hearts and minds. Doesn’t look out of place at all.


Play ball! Sevon wondered if it was some kind of war game. Perhaps a spectacle? Does this Babe Ruth god require ritual sacrifice by beating in the skulls of his enemies with a bat?

You can see it’s going to be a very long day. *sigh*

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Sevon sought council with the players to further educate himself on the concept of “baseball.” They were more than willing to chat. More than willing, if you know what I mean. Sevon might have found himself a new suitor. Or three.

He does have that affect on gentlemen overcome by his beauty!

As the night wore on, and Sevon was certain no one was getting sacrificed to this Babe Ruth, he decided baseball was delightful! All aisa must learn how to play! Sevon will be ready and waiting in the outfield for the first pitch.


Thank you for joining Sevon and I on this little field trip. On behalf of the human hospitality, he’s offering a token of appreciation.

Sevon wants to know what is your favorite summer past time? Tell him all about it! The most educating comment will win a $10 USD Dreamspinner Gift Certificate!

Till then, follow Sevon’s journey in Chasing Sunrise as he struggles to break free from lies and betrayal to rise through the chaos of war.

Chasing Sunrise by Lex Chase

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Join me next month as we’re going on a cruise. Bon voyage!

Special Thanks to the Pensacola Blue Wahoos and Pensacola Maritime Park.

Photography and Styling: Lex Chase | Sevon Cosplay: Mae Wynn Talley

In Honor of USA Marriage Equality: My Marriage, My Story with Rick R. Reed

July 12, 2015
Bruce and I shortly after we met, summer 2002.

Bruce and I shortly after we met, summer 2002.

For my husband Bruce and me, June and July are celebratory times. Our anniversary was June 15 (yea! we have made it to thirteen years now as a couple…and I see many more ahead of us) and both of our birthdays fall in July (mine on the first, along with our Boston Terrier Lily) and Bruce on the 12th.

Unlike many straight married couples, though, Bruce and I always celebrate two anniversaries: the June 15 date I mentioned above and our legal wedding anniversary on December 12. This year, we celebrated our second anniversary as legally-wed husband and husband. We are overjoyed that our marriage is now legal in all 50 states. Can you imagine how it felt for it not be? But until June 26 of this year, if we went to my home state of Ohio, we would not be a married couple in the eyes of the Buckeye state. Thank god the madness has been laid to rest.

On my birthday, Bruce and I were having dinner at a little French bistro in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle and, as the wine flowed, we talked. Bruce told me how content he was with his life and that, really, there was nothing else he could wish for. I felt exactly the same way. It’s nice when you’re on the same page. He said we had something special and that one word summed up what we had. Can you guess what that one word was? I’ll get to it at the end of this post.

But, you know, it wasn’t easy getting to this page in the book of our lives. And thinking about Bruce and me has made me think about my other special love, and that’s writing. If any of you out there have followed my career at all, you’ll know that, lately, my stories have plotted out the course of love just as much as they have the build-up of suspense or horrifying revelations. I can proudly say I am now just as much a romance writer as I am a horror or dark suspense writer. Heck, even my haunted house story being re-released this year by DSP Publications, A Demon Inside is, at its heart, a love story.

You may wonder why my writing has slipped off in this new direction. I certainly did, once upon a time. But now I know that it has a lot to do with Bruce. See, we’re happy. We’re content. We’re settled and in a love that only continues to grow with the passage of time.

I don’t know if this is a leap of logic that makes sense but I think that I am more drawn to writing stories that map out the connections made by the human heart these days because I am not expending as much energy seeking out that connection in my own personal life. Now that I have found my one true love, my soul mate, I can open up and write more freely about what draws people together and what keeps them apart. I find those connections fascinating and I don’t believe I could write about them objectively until after I had found, after much searching, a relationship that would work for me, one that would nurture and sustain.

Before Bruce, there was a marriage to a woman and a child. Both of those were–and still are–wonderful in their own ways. But trying to live a life that was not my own was not only emotionally exhausting, it was dangerous in many ways. With a lot of heartache, I had to let that dream, which really was never for me, go. I came out in my early thirties, in a world where gay marriage was not really even being discussed yet and the specter of AIDS loomed large. It was not necessarily a good time for a gay man to be experiencing the world and finding himself. But then, when is it ever a good time? But my point is I went through a lot of searching, a lot of experimenting, a lot of bad choices, always in search of love, and always coming up empty-handed.

A lot of those disappointments occurred because the real love I needed–the love of myself–I had yet to discover. I look at my thirties as my true adolescence, with its attendant growing pains.

It wasn’t until I was 43 that I met Bruce. Gone were the hopes that I’d meet a special man in some bar or even a gay social group. The era of the Internet was on us in a big way and I placed an ad with the headline, “What’s Your Story?” Bruce was one of several who responded, and the only one with whom I connected. He sent me some pictures of himself and I was, shall we say, quite taken. He said things in his very first response to my ad that resonated, things like, “OK- as far as “fun” is concerned– at least the fun that isn’t entailed in my listed interests above- I mentioned I’m a pretty versatile guy, though that includes being romantic as well. When guys say they like everything “mild to wild”, I chuckle. Just strikes me as funny, I guess. ( Humor is a big thing for me– gotta have a good sense of humor.)” and “Ambivalence is a turn-off for me. And attraction is such a subjective and somewhat nebulous thing. I’ve learned to trust my gut instincts about it.”

I wrote back. He wrote back and we started a daily correspondence that would last two weeks, two weeks before we even laid eyes on one another, even though we lived less than two miles away from each other. We began to get acquainted. We both liked what we saw, what we read in our lines to each other, and what was between them. We had both reached a stage where we were ready for the other. Timing is everything.

We met in person and it was magic.

I won’t say we didn’t have some bumps in the road, though, getting to where we are today. Nothing really good ever comes easily. But Bruce and I were always willing to talk–whether it was face to face or through e-mails (and now texts and Facebook updates!). The line of communication has always been open and I think that’s what’s made the difference with us.

It’s also made it possible for me to be able to sit back and be more objective about writing romance because finally, at age 57, I finally, finally, have a handle on what works and what doesn’t. Until I had that key, I honestly believe I couldn’t have written convincingly or effectively about romantic love.

So you can expect two things from me–one, that I will always be in love with Bruce and two, that you will enjoy many more stories of love and romance between two men–because of Bruce and the heart he so generously gave, and continues to give, to me.

Oh, and that one word I alluded to above? The one Bruce used when he said it summed up what we had?

That word is family.

Congratulations to couples everywhere who have found their happily-ever-afters. It’s what we romance writers build our stories upon and what we romantics build our lives on.

And because this is a Dreamspinner Press blog, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention my most appropriate work that goes along with this post: Legally Wed.

Legally Wed by Rick R. Reed


Love comes along when you least expect it. That’s what Duncan Taylor’s sister, Scout, tells him. Scout has everything Duncan wants—a happy life with a wonderful husband. Now that Seattle has made gay marriage legal, Duncan knows he can have the same thing. But when he proposes to his boyfriend Tucker, he doesn’t get the answer he hoped for. Tucker’s refusal is another misstep in a long line of failed romances. Despairing, Duncan thinks of all the loving unions in his life—and how every one of them is straight. Maybe he could be happy, if not sexually compatible, with a woman. When zany, gay-man-loving Marilyn Samples waltzes into his life, he thinks he may have found his answer.

Determined to settle, Duncan forgets his sister’s wisdom about love and begins planning a wedding with Marilyn. But life throws Duncan a curveball. When he meets wedding planner Peter Dalrymple, unexpected sparks ignite. Neither man knows how long he can resist his powerful attraction to the other. For sure, there’s a wedding in the future. But whose?

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Fire up the Generators with Xara X. Xanakas

July 10, 2015

Rayland Montrose stood on the bridge of the Marauder’s Dagger. The vidscreen glowed brightly in the gloom of the ship as the planet below them came into view. It was once a vibrant, bustling outpost on the edge of the galaxy, but that was long ago. Miners stripped the planet of all its Kolbtronite, and when the gems dried up, the settlers died off when the corporations stopped sending supplies. Everything returned to the dust that covered the ground. All that was left were the skeletal remains of the buildings they left behind. Montrose squeezed the dried Oaphock Lily in his hand and watched the crumbled pieces slip through his fingers to the ground below. He should have gotten there sooner. He could have done something, if only…*


Say you’ve got a killer idea for a space opera. You know the rake of a main character, his love interest, the quest they’ll have to complete before they can find true love and live happily ever after. You start writing, getting that first line down, and suddenly you’re stuck. What is the name of his ship? What could possibly sound cool without blatantly stealing from old pirate movies? And what exactly was it that was valuable enough to strip-mine and entire planet?


Rayland Montrose stood on the bridge of the <<spaceship>>. The vidscreen glowed brightly in the gloom of the ship as the planet below them came into view. It was once a vibrant, bustling outpost on the edge of the galaxy, but that was long ago. Miners stripped the planet of all its <<valuable mineral>>, and when the gems dried up, the settlers died off when the corporations stopped sending supplies. …


I don’t know about you, but if I leave a bunch of blanks, I may as well submit a MadLib by the time I finish. Although maybe that’s not a bad thing…**


My “Dream Man” should, first of all be very Wonky and Wanky. He should have a physique like Lucille Ball, a profile like Zac Efron, and the intelligence of a/an Narwhal. He must be polite and must always remember to Objectify my Nest, to tip his Children and to take my Uvula when crossing the street. He should move Annoyingly, have a/an Visible voice, and should always dress Scurrilously. I would also like him to be a/an Towering dancer, and when we are alone he should whisper Abstracted nothings into my Kneecap and hold my Scary Copy. I know a/an Oven is hard to find. In fact the only one I can think of is Spouse.


Then again, maybe not. Maybe we should go fill in some of those blanks. There are tons of online generators out there that can help you come up with character names, planet descriptions, inventive curse words, plot prompts, you name it. (or they do)  You can spend hours (days) going through them to find the right name for your pirate ship (the Foul Raider?) or the right comic book villain name (Icy Frostbite, anyone?). If you get stuck, hit one up for some writing exercises to help drag that muse away from whatever bar he’s been hiding in (“Write an upbeat press release announcing retouching the Mona Lisa to be more smiley.”).


Here’s a few links to get our creative (ahem) juices flowing again.

Chaotic Shiny

Seventh Sanctum

Writer’s Den

Writing Exercises

Fantasy Name Generators

Big Huge Thesaurus Plot Generator

Generator Land

I could go on and on, but that rabbit hole runs deep. Google is your friend, and you can find just about anything to help you along in your quest to feed the muse. But for now, I must be off. My muse is glaring at me for waking him up.



* Not really a story, although maybe now that the pump is primed, so to speak….

** I do have a few hundred words of absolute silliness related to this MadLib, but that’s a whole other story.

Don’t Look Down… with Andrew Grey #dreamer

June 25, 2015

As part of our ongoing #dreamer series, author Andrew Grey shares with us some insights on his traveling adventures each month.

A few years ago, Dominic and I went on our first cruise.  We were both incredibly excited.  The ship had everything, a full gym, sports court, pools, saunas, whirlpools, game area, even a rock climbing wall.  As part of my first shipboard experience I was determined to try everything.  I took part in a dodgeball tournament and let me tell you, for a gay guy that harkened back to high school terror, but I did it.  I also in line skated and played miniature golf.

But let me tell you, I also decided that somehow I was going to climb to the top of the rock wall.  So I signed what they asked me to sign and put on the climbing shoes and the harness.  Then I waited my turn.  The other guys went and I watched and then when it was my turn, they strapped the safety rope to me and I went down to the easiest climb.

Climbing gear

What surprised me was how easy it was.  I stepped and held my way up the rock wall, getting closer and closer to the bell.  I could see it above me and kept my eye on the prize.  Then I reached the bell and rang it.  I could hear the guys I was with down below yelling and cheering.  That was when I made my first mistake.  I looked down.  The guys weren’t too far away, but then I looked to the side and realized I was hundreds of feet off the water at the very top of a ship, rocking back and forth.  I had to be completely crazy.   But I had done it.  The guys yelled for me to let go and they lowered me to the deck.


Bucket List Item

Climb to the top of a ship and find out what the view was like while it rocked back and forth.  Oh yeah… and not puke.   - DONE


Get Lost on the Dream Beaches with Lex Chase

June 18, 2015

Hello Internet! I’m Lex Chase, and this month we’re talking about this month’s Dreamer theme, Dream Beaches.

Think fast! You were in a plane crash on a deserted island, out of your limited supplies, what two books can you not live without? The easy answer is you have them. They were in your luggage.


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What if your luggage didn’t make the connecting flight and was sitting happily at the airport in Sydney? Now what?

Here you go. Dig deep. Tell me what books would you have then? What books do you think other survivors might have? Do you think there would be someone you could bond with over a certain author? Or would you discover a totally new to you author with a book you absolutely adore…only to find out it’s a book from the middle or even the end of the series! And here you are, stuck on this deserted island with 48 other survivors awaiting rescue that may or may not arrive.

And there’s whispers about a smoke monster out there…


Wait a minute… Out of 48 survivors there has to be someone into gay romance, right?

Dream Survivor

Is seems the Island has answered! Remember, everything happens for a reason.

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Fairy tale princess guys and effeminate gender-fluid cannibals? The Island has spoken and how!

But there’s another unanswered mystery…

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….Just what the frig do you do with this thing? There’s a guy around here babbling about a hatch.

Desmond Hume

Oh yeah. That guy. He is a bit weird in that cute damaged sort of way.

So, you’re stuck on this Island of Mystery and might as well get used to the insanity and lack of Internet. With your limited reading material available to you, just what do you hope to find?

For a chance at a $10 USD Dreamspinner Gift Certificate, my question is two-fold! Ready?

If you were stranded on a presumably deserted island devoid of smoke monsters and hatches, what two books would you want with you? And the second part is if you couldn’t have those books, what two books would you hope to find instead? Dig deep!

Tune in next month as we get off the Island and celebrate the American Dream. Did someone say baseball?

Photo Credits: 

Lost Gifs and Graphics courtesy of ABC Television and Bad Robot

Beach Photography by Lex Chase

Modeling by Mae Wynn Talley

No polar bears were harmed in the writing of this post. But yes, those copies of Americana Fairy Tale and Chasing Sunrise took a dunk in the Gulf of Mexico and are still drying out. They have made a noble sacrifice in the name of art.