Sex, Lies & Wedding Bells is Here (improved and expanded) by EM Lynley #dreamer

March 23, 2015

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Of all the tiny towns, in all the world, he walks into mine.

Texas native Kieran Quinn has hit the big time, working in Manhattan as a columnist for Gloss, a national literary magazine. He’s well-known for his snarky, sardonic columns, but deep down he’s more interested in exploring what makes people tick than his editor would like. He keeps his desire to find his own Mr. Right hidden under a sexy, carefree persona that favors champagne and underwear models of the male variety.

Jaxon Lang loves being the high school principal in tiny Buckwheat Springs, Texas after relocating from Austin to pursue his relationship with Danetta Archer, despite her reputation for leaving grooms at the altar. So far, he’s avoided examining the questions he has about himself, certain that marriage will put them to rest. Then Kieran arrives in town. Kieran’s charm and unique attitudes about sex and attraction soon challenge Jaxon’s concept of what—and who—he wants.

While covering the latest wedding of a real-life “runaway bride,” Kieran falls hard for the gorgeous—and supposedly straight—groom, Jaxon Lang, despite that ridiculous X. Then Kieran discovers both the bride and the groom have been hiding shocking secrets.

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So, that’s the blurb for this one.  It’s a fun twist on Runaway Bride. It may surprise you that I loathed that film. I hated Julia Roberts’ character and wondered why Richard Gere liked her. Maybe I just had a crush on Richard Gere, so I was a little biased about Julia. Whatever the reason, I hated the film, but really liked the basic concept of the story.

It was easy to see how to use the story line for a gay romance. I also wanted to shake things up a bit with what happens at the wedding.  I’m pretty sure I accomplished that even in the first edition.

What I didn’t do so well was to make the characters believable. As a new writer I got hung up on what happens in the story (plot) and failed to realize that if you don’t like the characters, you don’t give a f*ck what happens to them. Kieran, the journalist, is pretty well developed, but Jaxon and Danetta weren’t fleshed out as well. A lot of that was in the POV choices I made.

Originally, we just see Kieran’s POV as he meets and falls for Jaxon, but never find out how much Kieran has affected Jaxon. Now, with a lot of new Jaxon POV scenes, his attraction to Kieran works a lot better. This also opens up some new details on Danny and her family, which are important to explaining the choices Jaxon makes.

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K.C. Wells is Dreaming of Paris

March 21, 2015

Dreaming of Paris

 

Ahhhh, Paris! I love it!

I love strolling along the grand boulevards created by Haussmann, admiring the architecture, the ornate balconies, the beautiful wooden doors with intricate mouldings and ironwork… Paris is sheer beauty for the eye.

I love cafés where I can sit out on the street and watch the world go by. People watching is always fascinating, especially when you can understand the language. Some interesting conversations…. The last time I was there, I sat at a café in the gay district, watching the gorgeous guys who strolled up and down the street, sometimes hand in hand (loved that), and always looking good no matter what they wore!

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Gay Cafe in Paris with KC Wells

 

I love sitting in the quiet little garden behind the Basilique St.Denis at Montmartre on a warm, sunny day, reading or sketching, letting the rest of the world get on with whatever it’s getting on with…

I love going into an Artisan Patisserie and buying something chocolatey and decadent like a religieuse – it’s a cake, made with choux pastry, a smaller ball sat on top of a larger one and covered in chocolate or coffee icing, with a mock cream ruffle collar – it’s supposed to resemble a little fat nun, and inside the choux balls is thick chocolate custard. Buying freshly made croissants or pain au chocolat and then eating them, a piece at a time…

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Religieuse in Paris

I love strolling along the narrow streets near St. Michel, where the restaurant managers stand in front of their doorways, enticing you to come in. Sitting out on the street, eating a meal on a warm summer’s evening…

I love sitting by the fountains at Trocadéro, watching the jets of water dance in the sunlight.

I love sitting in front of Notre Dame, where the low hedges are filled with cute little sparrows whose heads pop up above the foliage in search of crumbs from tourists. Watching the gypsy women who walk around, McDonalds cup in hand, begging… only to see them empty their coins into a very large purse slung over their shoulder…

I love opening the French doors of my hotel room to walk out onto a balcony that overlooks a typical Parisian street, busy, always busy, alive with traffic and noise, and people, the smells of diesel and Gaulloise cigarettes, street cleaners who continually clean, and listening to the occasional lovers’ tiff…

Yeah, you can’t tell I love Paris at all, can you? ;-)

Guarding January contest winners

March 11, 2015

Thanks again to everyone who joined me for the Guarding January release party today.

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And congratulations to Waxapplelover who won the contest for a print copy of Guarding January, and to Su who won an ebook copy of the book.

If you could both email me at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces), that would be great.

 

Sean

smut fixes everything

Thank you!

March 11, 2015

Thank you to everyone for hanging out with me today!

I’ll be back later this evening to catch any comments I haven’t replied to and to pull the contest winners, so don’t forget to get your entries in for the print book contest and for the ebook contest.

And I hope you all enjoy Guarding January!

 

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Sean

smut fixes everything

 

When a short story goes long

March 11, 2015

The way  Guarding January started was that I had a call for a story featuring a bad boy. It was supposed to be about 15000 words. Well, the minute I read the call, Lord January, Vampire King pops into my head and lo, he has a bodyguard in tow who is going to fall hard for him.

I start writing merrily – these boys are good and noisy and I’m zooming along. Ten thousand words in after only a couple of days, I realize two things. 1) This is not going to be a short novella. Not at all. 2) Lord January is a front – Jeff is not a ‘bad boy’, he just plays one on stage.

While this can be somewhat annoying, in that I’m now out a bad boy story for this call, I can’t really complain. Noisy characters are always a good thing, and getting to spend 60000 words with a pair is usually a good time.

So I’m glad that Jeff and Rye turned into the novel they did and I’m glad they stayed noisy until it was finished!

What is your favorite length of book to read?

 

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Lord January is at the top of the charts, only comes out at night, and is usually covered in blood. Say what you will, but the man knows how to put on a great show. But when the Vampire King is let out of rehab, the last thing he expects is someone forcing him to eat real food, hang out in the sun, and generally be a human being.

Rye Sommers, the best bodyguard in the business, has been hired to babysit a rock star whose biggest threat surprisingly isn’t all the hard drugs, desperate groupies, and crazy fans—it’s Lord January himself. But the closer Rye gets, the more LJ turns into sweet, gentle, caring Jeff Smart. He may still be the super-skinny, pierced and inked genius Lord January, but he is slowly shaking his death wish as he sheds the loneliness and exhaustion his stage persona saddled him with.

But as Rye falls in love with the real Jeff, he finds himself in over his head. He knows he can keep Lord January away from the drugs and the groupies, but saving Jeff might force Jeff to choose between his career as Lord January and his very life.

Available at Dreamspinner!

Sean

smut fixes everything

Contests – Old and New

March 11, 2015

There’s a contest for a print copy of Guarding January from this morning. Comment on this post to enter for a chance there.

Now here’s your chance to win an ebook copy of Guarding January! Just leave a reply to this post, telling me what your favorite genre of music is, and you’ll automatically be entered.

I shall be pulling contest winners for both contests this evening.

 

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Sean

smut fixes everything

Food Glorious Food

March 11, 2015

In Guarding January, one of the things Rye finds himself doing is feeding LJ, who is too skinny and doesn’t eat nearly enough. He finds out the best way to get calories into LJ is through smoothies, cheese sandwiches and homemade tomato soup. Grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup happen to be comfort foods for me, but only if the cheese in the grilled cheese is the kraft singles and the tomato soup is campbells. Not that I don’t like other cheese grilled cheese sandwiches or homemade and/or organic, gourmet tomato soups — I do, but they aren’t that “comfort food.”

What’s your comfort food? What would be Rye’s best choice for feeding you?

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Find Guarding January at Dreamspinner, Amazon or All Romance Ebooks

Sean

smut fixes everything

Introducing Jeff aka LJ

March 11, 2015

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And here’s an introduction to Jeff/LJ/Lord January, from Chapter One of Guarding January:

“Do I have to go?” Jeff stood at the door of the room he’d been living in for eight months. Eight months he’d been safe and happy in there. Eight months he’d been able to be just Jeff, instead of Lord January. “Jim, can’t I just stay?”

“Oh, honey, you know you can’t. You have all the tools to do this. You do.”

His sponsor and the man who had become a friend stared at him, smiled.

“You look like Santa Claus when you do that.”

“Shut up.”

They looked at each other, then they cracked up, leaning together, and if he cried a bit, Jim didn’t say a word.

“Come on. Donna sent a car for you, to take you home.”

“She sent a babysitter.”

He couldn’t even complain; he probably needed one, but couldn’t it be Jim? Couldn’t he stay there where he was safe?

“You have my number, Jeff. Use it if you need it, okay? I mean that.”

He nodded, wrapped his hoodie around him, iPod in the pocket, put his sunglasses on, and hunched inside the fabric.
Jim gave him a short, hard hug, then walked him out the front door. Out into the world.

He winced away from the sunlight, tugging his hood down farther. “My things?”

“Already in the car, Sir.” A mountain of a man threw him into shadow, and a huge paw was held out. “I’m Rye.”

“I don’t shake hands. Sorry.” Jesus, Donna had hired a giant. “I’ll call, Jim, okay? Soon?”

“Anytime, Jeff. I promise.”

The giant waited until he started down the walk, then paced him. “We’re the dark gray SUV to the right of the gate.”

“Okay.” He kept his head down, making sure the light and the long-range lenses couldn’t get to him.

He had to admit, having the Hulk walking next to him gave him some cover to hide behind, making him feel less exposed. Didn’t mean he suddenly wanted the babysitter, mind you.

The walk down the path seemed to take for-fucking-ever, but at last they were at the car, his minder opening the door for him and bundling him in. The door shut with a very final sounding click, and in seconds they were driving away from the one place he knew was safe.

Jeff put his earphones in and turned the music up loud, the noise pounding in his head.

He stayed in his cocoon until the door opened, his new bodyguard’s hand touching his arm. Aside from really tall and really built, the guy had short brown hair, like military cut almost, and a square jaw like you’d expect some tough bodyguard to have. His new bodyguard’s eyes were surprisingly blue, like bright and alive. Jeff slid his gaze from the guy to the house.

Home sweet home. Goodie. He stood, the garage quiet and still. There were two doors down there—one to his rooms, one to the rest of the house where everyone else was. He grabbed his guitar, then headed to the door on the left, heading upstairs without a word.

Sean

smut fixes everything

Introducing Rye from Guarding January

March 11, 2015

 

 

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I thought I’d share an excerpt wherein we first meet Rye. This is the beginning of the Prologue:

Rye sat on the little chair in the waiting room, feeling like some sort of oversized gorilla.

There’d been three other bodyguards waiting when he’d arrived, but two had gone in and come back out in short order. The last guy ahead of him had lasted a minute or two longer. A tired-looking blonde had poked her head out as well, telling him she needed a couple minutes.

He glanced at his watch. He was between jobs and didn’t have anywhere to be, so it wasn’t like he minded waiting. This chair, though, was a little on the uncomfortable side. He shifted, the whole thing creaking ominously. It was small, and he was worried it wasn’t going to hold his weight.
You could say a lot of things about him—he was a solid guy, trustworthy, surefooted, and reliable. One thing you couldn’t say? He was small.

He debated getting up and standing over by the window or something, but he didn’t want Donna Heard to think he was antsy or getting cold feet. Reg Storm, who’d given him the heads-up on the job after he’d finished a stint keeping the rock star safe from a stalker, had told him Donna was a real stickler.

A ballbuster, even.

And obsessed with keeping her pseudovampire, crazy-assed-fans-sending-blood-in-the-mail singer alive.

It was a good thing he liked a challenge and didn’t judge.

He shifted, and the chair creaked alarmingly again. Okay, he was standing. Looking like he was restless had to be better than breaking the damn chair.

The door opened about the same time his ass left the chair. “Sorry for the delay. I had a phone call. Please, come in.”

“No worries, I’m sure you’re very busy.” He held out his hand. “I’m Rye Sommers.”

“Donna Heard. Pleased.” The office was classy, furnished with heavy, overstuffed furniture, way more solid than the stuff in the waiting area. “Have a seat.”

“Thank you.” He sat, nothing creaking or shifting in warning. Oh, thank God. That was just… ridiculous.

“Sorry about the tiny chairs out there. You’re… a big guy.”

That had him chuckling. “You did nearly have firewood there. Big is what you need, though, right?” Little guys weren’t bodyguards.

“Absolutely. And LJ is… challenging.” She leaned back, steepled her fingers, and was completely in control.

“Challenging? I’m good with challenges. Can you be more specific?” He knew LJ stood for Lord January. Lord. January. He’d seen pictures of the guy too. Skinny, tattoos, piercings, and makeup. Lots of makeup.

“First, tell me about you. About your specialties.”

“I’ve been bodyguarding for six years. I’ve never lost a client. I specialize in twenty-four/seven care.”

“And you’re comfortable with travel? This is a long-term position.”

Long term was good. It would be nice to have something a little more permanent; he was tired of bouncing from job to job.

“I don’t even have a goldfish for someone to feed while I’m away.”

 

Did I mention that it’s available in both ebook and print?

Sean

smut fixes everything

What’s in a Name?

March 11, 2015

So, in Guarding January, one of my main characters has several different names. He’s Jeff Smart, though at the beginning, nobody calls him Jeff. He’s Lord January, Vampire King, and Lord January is what all his fans and outsiders call him. His immediate circle calls him LJ. So when it came time for the blurb, the big question was, what do I call him? I think I struck a decent balance between having all three monikers mentioned without making it too confusing for someone who hasn’t read the book yet, but you’ll have to read the blurb below and let me know if I succeeded in that or not.

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Still, it leaves the question — when I’m talking about the characters, to I call them Rye and Jeff or Rye and LJ? I think I wind up using both Jeff and LJ…

Have you got a nickname and what’s the story behind it?

Guarding January blurb:

Lord January is at the top of the charts, only comes out at night, and is usually covered in blood. Say what you will, but the man knows how to put on a great show. But when the Vampire King is let out of rehab, the last thing he expects is someone forcing him to eat real food, hang out in the sun, and generally be a human being.

Rye Sommers, the best bodyguard in the business, has been hired to babysit a rock star whose biggest threat surprisingly isn’t all the hard drugs, desperate groupies, and crazy fans—it’s Lord January himself. But the closer Rye gets, the more LJ turns into sweet, gentle, caring Jeff Smart. He may still be the super-skinny, pierced and inked genius Lord January, but he is slowly shaking his death wish as he sheds the loneliness and exhaustion his stage persona saddled him with.

But as Rye falls in love with the real Jeff, he finds himself in over his head. He knows he can keep Lord January away from the drugs and the groupies, but saving Jeff might force Jeff to choose between his career as Lord January and his very life.

Sean

smut fixes everything