Finding His Feet: Responsibilities with Sandra Bard – Post + Giveaway

July 22, 2016

Sandra Bard joins us today to chat about new book Finding His Feet, out this week!

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Hi, I’m Sandra Bard and I’m here to talk about my second release from Dreamspinner, Finding His Feet.

First of all, Hayley, thank you for inviting me and for putting up with all the absurd questions I’ve thrown your way. I should also thank the wonderful team of editor and cover designers I worked with when this book was going through the different stages. Couldn’t have done it without you.

When I first started the book, my real life was suffering; a difficult job, with an impossible task of pleasing more bosses than I had students to teach. Each day was a dreadful experience, of getting up and going to work wondering what impossible request needed to be fulfilled. So many responsibilities, to my staff, to my students, to myself.

The book as written while I was fighting a silent war with a lot of people. Kaden, my main character, battled hardened and scarred, put on his high tech armor and went out to pretend he was alright, trying to keep himself useful in a world where he was afraid he would be discarded.

I would take the office laptop, a large piece of hardware that was probably new a good fifteen years ago and would type up at least a couple of paragraphs in-between lectures, paper marking and impossible administrative documentations. I even took my tablet with me to meetings and would type out a couple of lines between nodding my head at things like, ‘if you shift your work hours from seven to six, maybe you can complete all the necessary teaching hours’ to stop myself from screaming at idiots who did not know that each day only had 24 hours.

They became characters in my book, nothing major but they helped me shape my alternate world where war was a norm, where people accepted it.

Then of course, I had to travel for workshops and to teach in different locations. My laptop, a seventeen inch monstrosity which sounded like a hair dryer stayed home. Instead, I had to do my writing on a tablet, which was six years old and weighed too much to be held in one hand. I spent so much time in trains, my main characters met on a train. (This might have been where my idea of two distinct types of armor came from.)

Shun is the opposite of Kaden in many ways, he is light and laughter, cheerful and friendly and open… or so it would seem. But deep inside, Shun is as much a survivor as Kaden, having lived through his own war, with his own set of beliefs about how to live. He has his own secrets and his own agenda but not willing to compromise being human for the sake of that.

Kaden and Shun go through a lot of rough spots and their life is made even more interesting by the two cadets Kaden is in charge of, Wayland  and Bradley. Kaden, not the greatest person in charge of his life, now has to be responsible for more people.

Some of my fights with my brother and sister played a hand in shaping this sibling rivalry. As the eldest in the family I was expected to be sane, in control, lead by example and pick up the slack for everyone else. On top of my dead end job, the pressure was enormous.

Wayland is loosely based off a student of mine, a large eyed, earnest, small made thing who stood in front of the class once and preached to me about the evils of war while wiping away tears. (It was an oral exam not anything else.) Wayland has strong opinions about life even if they aren’t the ones needed to survive a war. Bradley was inspired by one of my close staff members, who is unsure about life but has a practical eye and the knowledge that life is not always nice.

As events build up, Kaden finds himself making more and more decisions, some of which might not be right. Through the course of Finding His Feet, Kaden slowly changes, to learn that there is more to life than fighting and being useful. Shun also changes in his own way, learning to look at the world from another person’s perspective and gaining something in the process, people to care about and love.

In the end, this is about two people saving each other and finding happiness in a bleak situation.

I made some changes to my life in the end, I changed my job (actually, I quit and stayed home for a month and actually finished writing this) and found the strength to tell several people to leave me alone. I learned to ask for help and to tell when I’d had enough. And my characters grew with me. So this is also the book that helped me preserve my sanity while I was struggling to find my feet and stand on my own against a hostile world.

Excerpt:

“I don’t see myself going over there to talk I,” Finzer spat, stressing peace as if it made his body cringe. “Not even if they ordered me.”

“But I hear you moved your wife and kid to a farm on the outskirts,” Alden said mildly, and Finzer flushed and looked away.

“I’m just protecting the next generation of fighters.” Finzer sounded impassioned, though he didn’t look all too happy quoting government propaganda.

“I for one would be happy if my kid didn’t grow up to be the next weapon,” Alden said firmly.

They all knew the government’s interest in armored warriors reproducing was to have more fighters for the future and not a sudden concern over the fall in the birthrate, as publicly claimed. The war between Joscal and the newly independent state of Haria had been going on for 130 years, and both sides expected it to last a hundred more. The Joscalian Army fought with all they had, sacrificing countless soldiers, not just armored units, for the sake of maintaining their border, while the Harians hid behind their remote drones. It was common knowledge that over a hundred million Joscalians had died in the first ten years of the war alone, and nowhere in the country was safe to bring up children.

Kaden snorted and looked away. He didn’t have kids… so not his concern.

“They’re even talking about sending a joint team to salvage what they can from Ground Zero,” Elisha added, sounding amused. Ground Zero was the starting point of the second phase of the war, when Haria had bombed the peaceful Joscalian island of Compen. Situated on the border between Joscal and Haria, it was coveted, and now officially out of bounds to both countries since the incident. “From what I hear, there’s not much to salvage, anyway. They’re even talking about letting some refugees settle near Compen Beach Town, but the island is still off-limits.”

“Makes sense.” Kaden nodded. “No one’s going to hand over that island unless they’re sure there’s nothing worth taking.”

“So everything’s in the planning stage, which is why there’s this long calm,” Claina concluded.

“It’s called a cease-fire,” Elisha told her sharply.

Kaden wasn’t sure he believed it. “Or they’re planning the biggest counterattack ever, and we need to be ready.”

“There is that.”

“From what I hear, our side is the one resisting the change in borders,” Alden added thoughtfully.

“Well, it is our country,” Finzer said firmly. “All of it.”

There was the sound of quick steps and everyone turned to the entrance to see a junior office helper walk in.

“Instructor Kaden Pace,” the helper said.

“Instructor… when did you become an instructor?” Finzer asked the same question Kaden was about to ask.

“I’m not.” Kaden got up and moved to the messenger. He took the message pad from the cadet and frowned. It read To: Instructor Kaden Pace. “Huh.”

“What does it say?” Elisha called, and Kaden realized everyone in the room had ceased whatever they were doing, which wasn’t much, to see what was about to happen.

“That….” Kaden frowned as he read the rest of the message. “I’ve got a mission.”

“That’s great,” Finzer said, and the others added their voices.

Though Kaden wasn’t exactly best friends with the rest, he spoke to them and hung around with them on a regular basis. Recruited at roughly the same time, they had been in a few skirmishes together.

“But it’s an observation mission. Two cadets, Bradley and Wayland Olgesh, who are in training. I’m supposed to watch over them until they achieve their Second Level Competency Grading.” Kaden frowned.

What the fuck was that? Then he remembered that was the same exam he’d taken in his third year of training, then called the Level Clearance 2. He’d been so young then; it had been close to twenty-three years ago, and he’d struggled over the obstacles and the stupid mission he’d been assigned. In a way, he’d expected battlefield missions to be as easy as his very first training operation, so simple to complete under the guidance of his now long-dead mentor.

“Hey, I remember those missions,” Elisha chipped in enthusiastically. “Mine was to guard a supply train from Morgan to Jalen.” Kaden remembered that she had not been a part of their camp during training but had transferred from Morgan after her marriage. “Nothing happened the entire way, not even raiders, but my mentor, Lavinia, was there. Felt better knowing she was watching my back.” She sighed. “She’s retired now, and I think one of last year’s cadets matched up to her armor.”

“Mine was to take a bunch of senior citizens from one of those old hospitals being evacuated to another,” Finzer said quickly, probably to break the depressing memories. No one wanted to talk about a time when their armor was going to be taken away. “I was glad Alden was there, because there was this particularly feisty old gal who kept pinching my bottom.”

“Your armor doesn’t expose your bottom,” Kaden blurted out, caught up in the moment despite himself.

“Well, it did, for that mission.”

The messenger cleared his throat pointedly, and Kaden looked at the pad in his hand. “This isn’t a real mission. I’m playing babysitter for two kids who’re going to go get their nature badge or something.” The administration never paired kids together unless there was a good reason. The kids were most likely too young to be married, so siblings, probably twins. Wonderful. He was stuck with a pair of boys—double the trouble.

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Cover artist: Stef Masciandaro.
Release date : July 18th

 

Blurb:

Kaden Pace, a soldier injured while on a mission, hides the extent of his damage by wearing his high-tech armor, desperate to prove his worth to his administrators and make himself useful in order to hold on to his independence. But during a simple assignment to escort two cadets across the country to retrieve the armor of a dead warrior, things start to fall apart.

They meet Shun, a young man with a secret, who steals the armor they were supposed to recover. Chasing Shun brings them to an abandoned beach town, where they encounter even more trouble. Stranded in the deserted city, Kaden finds himself relying more and more on Shun, the person he’d come to capture, while fighting off an invasion from the neighboring country.

But even when he returns to his camp, Kaden’s problems are not over. Now he has to find a way to save Shun, whom he’s growing to care for, and keep his team alive as they make one last-ditch attempt to get back the armor Shun stole. Armor that is now in enemy hands, on an island in the middle of the sea, at ground zero where it all began.

 

Author Bio:

Sandra Bard started writing when she was quite young because there was always a story inside her head, but never thought of writing for an audience until recently. She only decided to try her hand at writing for the sake of being published after a series of events left her with some free time and in between jobs.  Now she has three jobs but writing is still her most favorite thing to do. Sandra grew up travelling the world from Africa to Asia and, though she now lectures full time at a university, dreams of having a job that wouldn’t tie her down to one place. She enjoys reading books, watching anime and, occasionally, visiting a fan-fiction site. She also dabbles in tai chi and yoga in the hope they would keep her flexible and help lose weight. She lives with her pets (fish, cats, and dogs) and has been a volunteer for an organization that takes care of stray dogs (there are many, where she lives) for over ten years.

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Cervena: Adventures in Prague with Louise Lyons – Post + Giveaway

July 21, 2016

Louise Lyons joins us today to chat about new book Červenà!
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Hi, I’m Louise Lyons, and I’m here to talk about my new release, Cervena. This is my third novel with Dreamspinner Press and I’m very excited about its release.

I wrote the story around the middle of 2015. I’d be looking through some old photographs of a trip I took to Prague in around 2003, and as I was remembering the city and the things I saw, an idea for a new story started to form in my head. Prague is an interesting city and I wandered away from the typical tourist areas one afternoon, to see how the real people lived, which gave me the opportunity to see different “Districts” of the city.

Most of Cervena revolves around the city center where Joel lives and works. Cervena (Czech for “red”) is the name of the nightclub Joel jointly owns with business partner Karel Doubrava, although Joel’s journey takes him out of the main part of the city later on, and eventually to London where his family live.

Within a few hours of starting to make notes, I had an outline for a whole book, and started noting down key events. I was in the middle of writing something else at the time, and Cervena was insistent that I hurry and finish it, so I could start on this new story. I quickly finished the novella I was working on, and put another novel on the backburner so I could get down to it.

My main character, Joel Jones, and his love interest Sasha grew in my mind until they seemed like real people, and I couldn’t get the words down fast enough. Joel is in his thirties, a real good guy and gentle soul, although he can step up to the plate when he has to, much as he prefers to avoid confrontation if he can. He resists his attraction to Sasha for some time, concerned about their fourteen-year age difference and his worry that Sasha might accept a date with him out of gratitude, after Joel took him off the streets and gave him a job and a home. But eventually Joel gives in and blurts out his thoughts on how he’d like them to have dinner together. It’s not all sweetness and love from there on, however.

The story has a lot more drama and angst in it than most of my published works, with events threatening to tear Joel and Sasha apart several times. So do they get a happy ending? Of course they do! As much as a tormented them along the way, I wanted them to end up happy.

I finished writing Cervena towards the end of last year and once it was submitted, of course I had lots more to work on.

Since then I’ve released several novellas and written a couple of short stories for anthologies. Right now I’m working on a new novel with a paranormal theme to it, which is new to me. I was actually inspired to write it more than a year ago and had made notes and written a few pages, but at the time it wasn’t going that well and I put it aside and wrote Cervena instead. So now I plan to finish it and have completed four chapters so far.

The Power of Will is set in my favorite place in the world—Keswick in Cumbria, UK. My main character, Tyler Marsden, has broken up with boyfriend Pete and moved to a new town to get away from the memories. He finds a tumbledown cottage which he plans to renovate after moving in and starts up his handyman business again, which quickly begins to do well. He soon finds a friend in disabled neighbour, Jonathan, another gay man. The pair confide in each other and become close, but there’s no romance there. The romance in Tyler’s life comes from another direction entirely.

A few strange things happen in the cottage, which Tyler initially ignores. But he’s led into the cellar where he finds a journal written a century ago, by one William Bartlett. Curious, he begins to read the journal and his heart aches for the young gay man who hid what he was for so long, until he fell in love and was unable to keep his budding relationship quiet. Shunned by everyone, including his lover, he was eventually unable to go on living. The journal is filled with his memories and the last year of his life.

As Tyler reads his story, his previous scoffing at the supernatural is forgotten as he becomes convinced William isn’t just a memory, but something more.

I won’t give away any more than that, but I’m excited about this new work, and intending to finish and submit it in the next few months. Watch this space!

And now for a Giveaway! I’m offering up an eBook of anything from my backlist to one lucky commentor on the post. As I said earlier, I visited Prague some years ago, which eventually gave me the idea to write my new novel. To be in with a chance to win, tell me about a city or country you’ve visited that holds a special place in your heart.

How to find me. If you haven’t looked me up on social media before and want to chat or follow what I’m doing, you’ll find me here:

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Blurb: 

When Joel Jones finds homeless Russian Sasha outside his gay nightclub in Prague, he cannot find it in his heart to turn him away, so he offers him a home and a job as a dancer and stripper.

Despite a fifteen-year age gap, romance develops between them but is interrupted when Joel has to return to England for many weeks to deal with a death in the family.

Upon his return, Joel is horrified to discover his business partner, Karel, has gambled away the club’s money and put them all at risk. Joel buys him out of the club, but when Karel continues to gamble, the people he owes pursue Joel for the debt instead—and they’ll stop at nothing to get paid.

Suddenly Joel and those he cares about—especially Sasha—are in danger, and Joel finds himself with no choice but to seek the help of known criminal, Vincenc Jankovic. Ensuring a happy future for himself and Sasha will mean a struggle and some difficult decisions, but Joel is determined to protect what they’ve built together.

Match Point: Digging Deep with Leigh Carman

July 19, 2016

Leigh Carman joins us today to talk about her new sports romance, Match Point.

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Hello fellow Dreamspinner lovers! I’m Leigh Carman and I’m so excited for the release of Match Point, my sports romance with Dreamspinner Press. This is my first release with DSP, and it’s been nothing less than incredible. I am literally still in shock and awe that my book will be alongside some of my favorite gay romance authors. If there’s one thing a reader knows when purchasing a Dreamspinner book, it’s that you will get nothing but the best.

So why would a girl want to write gay romance? I’m sure everyone asks this at one time or another. I hear the question all the time from friends, family, and readers of my M/F romance. Well, I’m not sure if there’s a single answer to that question. Don’t get me wrong, I love my M/F romance, but there’s something about M/M romance that gives me, as an author, an extra layer to my characters that I can work with. The relationship between two men is obviously much different from that of a man and a woman, and I’m not speaking sexually. I love to explore the masculine side of romance. Even in my M/F books I’ve been told my male characters sound like they’ve been written by men.

Maybe it’s because I’ve never been a gushy, flowery, girly girl and I don’t like reading about men waxing poetic about their beautiful delicate woman. Maybe it’s because I’m a total dude when it comes to romance, no flowers, no jewelry, and no gifts necessary to make me happy. I pretty much don’t even care if I get a card on an anniversary.

So, I don’t know specifically why I prefer writing gay romance. I do know that I don’t care for the story of a man swooping in to save the woman every single time. I guess you could say from a writer’s point of view, a relationship between two men is more balanced. No one has to be the hero. Or both can be the heroes. Or yes, it can be traditional and one of the men can be the hero. Any way you cut it, to me the story is more about the dynamic between the two men than the situations they’re placed in. Does that make sense?

I like to dig deep into the emotional side of men. We all know that most men are raised to hide their emotions from other people, so it takes quite a bit of work to get their feelings out of them. That’s what I love to do. Put the screws to my guys and tighten them until they have no choice but to acknowledge what they’re feeling. Get them to face their fears, question their masculinity, and delve into the fear of losing their masculinity if they show any emotions whatsoever.

That kind of makes me sound like an evil scientist, doesn’t it? But in truth, that’s what writers are. We create characters we love only to hurt them, drown them, wring them out, and see what we’re left with at the end. Hopefully, they are made stronger, better, more real after their journey.

Match Point is a pretty emotional journey, and a study in two men who finally acknowledge that their self-destructive behaviors stem directly from feelings they’ve ignored for too long. I hope you love Dex and Finn, I know I certainly do.

Currently, I’m working on three more sports romances to complement Match Point. One sport for each of the four seasons. Beach volleyball is summer, football is autumn, hockey for winter, and baseball for spring. There are characters who appear in the book prior to their own, so keep your eyes out for anyone in Match Point who might have a story to tell.

Happy reading!

 

Here’s a peek…

 

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“Get it. Get it. Hurry, hurry!”

I scramble for the ball while Coach yells out encouragements—or possibly reprimands. I can never be sure which. Either way I’m on top of my game today. I hustle to the net, get under the ball, and bump it with my wrists, arcing it high for Dex.

Dex waits for it to come down and lifts it using his fingertips. As the ball goes in the air, I take a running jump, curve my body so it doesn’t touch any part of the net, and smack the ball over our opponent’s head. It hits the sand.

“Yes,” Dex shouts and holds up a hand for me to high-five. Grinning, I reach out and slap my hand into his. Dex holds on to it for a brief moment. The contact is quick—less than a second—but the heat that sears through my palm leaves a lasting impression. It’s time to switch sides and it’s my turn to serve. Dex puts his hands behind his back and gives me the signal to hit it left with no spin. I toss the ball up and hit it over the net.

Beautiful. Our opponent drops to his knees and makes the save, but he can’t get to his position quickly enough to reach the ball his partner perfectly sets for him. Dex cheers and pumps his fist in the air. I grin at his enthusiasm. Watching Dexter Savage have the time of his life is mesmerizing. It infuses me with an energy I’ve never felt before. I no longer see Dex as just another charming guy. He has me spellbound and hanging on his every word.

“Nice whiff, dickhead,” I call out when he misses a dig and comes up with a mouthful of sand.

I can’t have him thinking I like him or something.

Dex laughs and spits out the sand. “Shut up, Callahan.”

By the end of the day, we should be exhausted, but we’re riding high on winning the New Orleans Open, and on the thirty-minute ride back to the hotel on the river, we both get our second wind. Dex is literally bouncing around. He’s so full of energy, he’s making me dizzy.

“Come on, Finn. Let’s go out to celebrate. This is New Orleans, The Big Easy. There’s sin on every corner and a ton of awesome clubs here.”

I roll my eyes. “I doubt your idea of an awesome club is the same as mine, Savage.”

“What?” Dex squints at me. Then his eyes widen almost comically. “Oooooohhh. You don’t think I can handle a gay club?” A slow, snarky grin spreads across his handsome face, and my breath hitches.

Hello dimple.

I shake off my dirty thoughts to get back to the subject at hand. “No. I don’t. God. I can’t even think about you going into a gay club without laughing.”

Or getting hard and groaning.

“Hmph.” Dex levels his intense hazel eyes at me and quirks one eyebrow in challenge.

“No, Dex.”

“Yes, Finn,” he sings gleefully.

“No way.”

Dex chuckles and nods his head. “Oh yes. Pull out your sparkly top, baby, because we’re hitting the gay clubs tonight.”

“Fuck you, Savage. I don’t own a sparkly top.”

“Rainbow?”

“No.”

Dex gives me a disgusted look. “What kind of gay man are you?”

“Not a very good one, I guess.”

One who crushes on his straight teammate, that’s what kind of gay man I am. A stupid one.

After five minutes of back and forth, I finally get Dex to let go of the idea of cruising gay clubs tonight, but only on the promise that I’ll take him to one when we get back to LA. I’m hoping he’ll forget by then, because seeing his gorgeous ass shaking on a dance floor while hot, sweaty guys grind on him? I’d implode before the night was over.

We change and grab a cab, and Dex directs the driver to head toward Bourbon Street. “Really, Dex? Bourbon Street? Can’t we go somewhere a little less—”

“Less fun? No, Callahan, we can’t. You’re having fun if it kills me. Tonight I’m officially removing the stick from your ass….” Dex twists his head and shoots me a scorching look that has my dick throbbing painfully in my shorts. “Even if I have to pin you down to yank it out.”

Holy fuck.

I swallow, and my mouth suddenly disconnects from my brain as every drop of blood in my body turns to lava and collects in my groin.

“Whatever, Savage,” I mumble, turn to the window, and shift my hips so Dex can’t see my now fully hard cock.

Dex laughs and shoves my shoulder. Does he not know what he’s doing to me? I sneak a glance at my teammate. He’s looking out his own window, eyes glittering, smile as wide as a kid on Christmas morning.

No. He has no clue. He’s truly excited to go out and have fun. In fact he’s practically bursting out of his skin, he’s so wound up. But then, Dexter Savage always was the life of the party. He’s comfortable in his own skin. It’s what makes him so attractive. Well, besides the tousled, just out of bed hair, the perfectly straight nose and full mouth, and the body to die for. But his outgoing personality was what had me crushing on him in college—and the reason I hated his guts. I watched him every day at practice as he charmed everyone around us, and knew he would never be available to me.

“Here it is.” Dex throws some money at the cab driver and leaps out of the car. I take a look at my surroundings and thump my head on the glass. We’re on a street thick with pedestrians clutching hurricane glasses and sipping through long straws as they mingle in the crowd. Neon signs line the business fronts on both sides of the cab, each promising a different kind of debauchery inside.

Dex leans down and sticks his head in the backseat. “What are you waiting for, Callahan? Let’s get this party started.”

Ugh. Tonight is going to be pure torture.

 

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Blurb:

Two stubborn men.

One is a rude jerk. The other, the life of the party.

It was hate at first sight.

Pro beach volleyball players Finn Callahan and Dexter Savage have been rivals since college. While Finn always comes out on top on the court, Dexter’s carefree and fun-loving personality earns him scores of adoring men and women. And as much as Finn fights to deny it, there’s another reason for the tension he feels when Dex is around. Hate wasn’t the only thing he felt when he first laid eyes on his opponent.

When they’re forced to team up, the two men must bury their differences—on and off the court—if either of them is going to succeed professionally.

 

Author Bio:

Leigh Carman is the pen name for the M/M romances written by bestselling Contemporary romance writer, Heather C. Leigh.

She lives outside Atlanta with her husband, 2 kids, and French bulldog.

She is leaving explicit directions in her will for her friends to discreetly scatter her ashes around Fenway Park. Then they are to sit back, watch a game with a beer and a Fenway frank and have a wicked good time.

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Entwined with Z. Allora – Post + Giveaway

July 15, 2016

Hang out with Z. Allora today as she stops by to chat about new book Lock and Key!

Entwined... Where BDSM dreams become reality

I want to thank Dreamspinner Press for publishing Lock and Key and for hosting me here today.

If you’re one of my Facebook Pretties you’re aware I over share. Bucking the binary, worshipping the edges, sharing my truth and licking the fringes just to see what it tastes like… it’s what I do. This post is no different.

Let’s jump right in. Most of my stories are kissed by BDSM but I finally wrote an official BDSM story that is being released today: Lock and Key.

Why did I write a BDSM? Lots of reasons, but the biggest was I want everyone’s expression of their BDSM dreams validated no matter where they fall on the BDSM spectrum. (Not everyone fits into the standard boxes society has set for us.) And I wanted to explore aspects of this complex and fabulous practice/lifestyle/way of living not always written about in romance.

When I was four, I realized I was different. (Yes, age 4) Everything and anything vaguely relating to ropes, paddles, or control had my complete attention. Certain words caused an earthquake of confusion in me (and later on… need).

However, you’re taught early on that you aren’t supposed to yearn for those things. You learn to hide how you’re wired or face censure. Though I couldn’t deny myself peeks at the books that should have been on higher shelves in the library. Nor could I stop myself from hoping for a glimpse of BDSM on TV or in the movies. I longed for something I didn’t understand. Nonetheless, it had a huge influence over what I wanted and who I was…

If you’re lucky you find an amazing partner to discover the different facets of BDSM with, but if not, you may be desperate enough to ignore the difference between abuse and BDSM. I can tell you from experience, wait to find someone worthy who you can explore your needs with in a safe place. The other leads to places you don’t want to go.

It’s my hope that with the current attention being given to the practice of BDSM, people will educate themselves and find what works for them. Maybe we can forego the shame that accompanies wanting something a bit different. I’d love if we could accept and not judge people (or ourselves) for what they (we) require to find happiness.

My love is my Master/Owner/life. We’ll be celebrating twenty-nine years together on October 20th. We dabbled in BDSM until a turn of events allowed me to stop work so I could be his devoted love slave. (BTW love slave doesn’t mean doormat.)

I tell you this not to claim expertise but to share who I am with you. By stepping out of the shadows, I’ve found it allows others to feel safe and less alone. A number of my Facebook Pretties have honored me by admitting they are into or would like to be into BDSM. The exploration of BDSM can be a beautiful and rewarding experience.

In many ways writing Lock and Key was a stroll down memory lane. I had to dig deep to a long time ago when BDSM was shiny and new for me. The main character, Zack Davis is only 18 years old in chapter one. So I pulled from my memories the mind-blowing excitement of what it is like to visit a BDSM club for the very first time and allowed it to be his. The terror and absolute joy being in a place where you can explore what you’ve craved for years.

Lock and Key revolves around Entwined, the luxury BDSM dungeon of my dreams. The club is an affirming haven, where like-minded people gather to learn and grow within the lifestyle of BDSM.

I enjoyed sharing the surprise, disappointment, and excitement I had in finding out the practice of BDSM isn’t always what I thought it would be. Sometimes your BDSM dreams idealize the practice to a perfection that rarely exists and other times your imagination doesn’t even come close to the magic you can experience.

Lock and Key is about Zack Davis discovering who he is and how he wants to express it. Life isn’t a straight line and you might find elation in places you never expected. Find your joy and don’t let anyone invalidate you. Whether you’re into BDSM or not, I wish you love, happiness and romance always!

In celebration of Lock and Key, I’m doing a giveaway. You have a chance to win a $15 Dreamspinner Press gift card. Since I over share I encourage you do the same. Enter the contest by sharing your favorite type of BDSM activity to read.

Many Hugs,

Z. Allora

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Blurb

Rejected. Heartbroken. Devastated.

Zack Davis wanted to serve only one man, Andrew Nikeman. He was denied because Andrew thought he was too young and because their brothers were together. So Zack crushed his submissive tendencies and focused on being the perfect Dom, giving every sub he played with something he couldn’t have.

After years of denying his submissive side, Entwined’s charity auction “Are you Dom Enough to be a sub?” gives Zack an excuse to get a little of what he’s always craved.

Andrew doesn’t know when his infatuation turned into more, but it kills him to see Zack with a constant parade of submissives. He’d refused to jeopardize his brother’s relationship or become Zack’s regret; however, Zack isn’t a kid anymore, and his brother’s relationship is unbreakable. Now Zack’s popularity and success as a Dom might ruin Andrew’s dreams of collaring him, but he can’t wait any longer to confess his feelings or he risks losing the man he loves forever.

 

Author Bio:

Z. Allora believes in happily ever afters for everyone. She met her own true love through the personals and has traveled to over thirty countries with him. She’s lived in Singapore, Israel, and China. Now back home in the USA, she’s an active member of PFLAG and a strong supporter of those on the rainbow in her community. She wants to promote understanding and acceptance through her actions and words. Writing rainbow romance allows her words to open hearts and change minds.

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Dreamspun Desires: Fun with Tropes with Kate McMurray

July 13, 2016

Kate McMurray joins us today to chat about tropes and her new book
The Greek Tycoon’s Green Card Groom, out July 15!

Fun with Tropes

I have a large and varied collection of old category romance novels. They’re one of my not-so-guilty pleasures. My favorites are the ones that take a well-worn trope—a secret baby, say, or a hero with amnesia—and do something fun and different with them. Category romances, for the uninitiated, are the short novels, most published by Harlequin these days, with titles like The Billionaire Boss’s Secret Mistress and The Royal Baby Scandal. (I made those up, but it would not surprise me if these are actual books.) They are trope-tastic, populated by wealthy, dominant men, set in exotic locations, and always end with true love.

I have no idea where my love for these books comes from. A lot of romance readers inherited their love for the genre from their mother. (Indeed, a good chunk of my collection came from a friend who passed along a bunch of category romances form the seventies and eighties that she got from her mother.) My mother would never deign to pick up a romance novel. I snuck a few romance novels into my bedroom when I was a teenager, because I’ve always enjoyed love stories and books about relationships, but I began reading these in earnest as an adult. And now I have hundreds of them.

When I first decided to write a book for the Dreamspun Desires line, I figured I’d start with some familiar tropes to anyone who is a category fan. So we’ve got a Greek tycoon, or in my case, a New York City real estate magnate of Greek descent. I set him up with a marriage of convenience, or in this case, a mutually advantageous green card marriage with a Czech immigrant. And then I decided to flip everything on its head.

That both protagonists are men is just the first twist. I wanted to play with the Greek tycoon trope. In most category romances, the tycoon is a dominant alpha male. So I thought, what if my tycoon is gruff on the outside but a totally softy on the inside. And what if he were broke? Enter the immigrant husband, who just wants to stay in the States, and who also has enough money to bail out our tycoon hero.

Thus The Greek Tycoon’s Green Card Groom. Archie, the Greek tycoon, and Ondrej, recently arrived in New York, make an arrangement in a board room, a marriage that begins as not much more than a financial transaction, but then they start to actually fall for each other. That’s when things start getting interesting.

Check out The Greek Tycoon’s Green Card Groom today!

 

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BLURB:

Marriage gets less convenient when love is involved.

It started simple: Ondrej Kovac marries Archie Katsaros so Ondrej can stay in the US, away from his judgmental family in eastern Europe. Archie marries Ondrej in exchange for the money to bail out his failing company. It’s a fraud neither man is convinced he can pull off.

But as Archie introduces Ondrej to New York society and Ondrej proves his skill in the office, they start to discover a connection between them. Can they overcome the rocky foundation their relationship was built on, meddling immigration agents, gossip columnists determined to out their deception, and an aggressive executive set on selling Archie’s company out from under him? Only if they can prove to each other their love is worth fighting for.

BIO:

Kate McMurray is an award-winning romance author and an unabashed romance fan. When she’s not writing, she works as a nonfiction editor, dabbles in various crafts, and is maybe a tiny bit obsessed with base­ball. She has served as President of Rainbow Romance Writers and is currently the president of the New York City chapter of RWA. She lives in Brooklyn, NY.

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Acceptance: The Playlist with Grace R. Duncan – Post + Giveaway

July 8, 2016

Welcome to the Acceptance release blog tour! Thank you to Dreamspinner Press for the space on the blog today and thanks for stopping by!

Acceptance- The Playlist

One of the main characters in Acceptance is Quincy Archer, a jaguar shifter, information broker, and artist. He’s also a self-proclaimed otaku, the Japanese term for someone with obsessive interests, usually used toward Americans with regard to anime and manga or even just Japanese culture. Now, most of the time, “otaku” is used in a somewhat derogatory way and Quincy is a bit self-deprecating when he uses it. I have since heard it start being less derogatory to give way for an even more deprecating term, however, I’m not entirely sure how long that’s been the case or how much that’s caught on.

Quincy’s biggest interest is anime and he spends a lot of time watching many, many different series. Part of the playlist I had for Acceptance includes a number of themes and other songs from these series. Now, I have my own favorites when it comes to anime—I’m not nearly the anime geek Quincy is, but I actually do volunteer work to help run an anime con—and of course some of those made it onto the list.

By far, my favorite (though I can’t say exactly why) is “D-Technolife” by UVERworld. You see that video here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7_YNsMkGjA

Despite that being my favorite theme song, Bleach isn’t actually my favorite anime. That honor goes to Naruto. While it wasn’t my first (that was InuYasha), it was the one that sucked me in for the long haul more than any other.  One of my favorite themes for Naruto is this one from Joe Inuoe, “Closer”:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Cp0WgkgDbQ

There are a few others from Naruto that I love, and you can see the YouTube playlist here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLz7oGWHL9LPLrUOcnysxPQbUGMybL6uKi  Unfortunately, Sony Japan has blocked many of the opening themes (especially the Ghost in the Shell themes), so there aren’t as many from the playlist on that list as I would like.

The full anime portion of the Acceptance playlist is here (so you can possibly find them elsewhere) :

From Appleseed:
Akufen – The Dragonfly Who Thought He Was a Mockingbird (5:38)
Boom Boom Satellites – Bump Over Hills (3:26)

From Bleach:
D-Tecnolife – Uverworld (3:53)
Orange Range – ~Asterisk (4:59)
Ikimono Gakari – Hanabi (4:27)

From Ghost in the Shell 2 – Innocence:
Kenji Kawai – Attack The Wakabayashi (3:31)

From Ghost in the Shell – Standalone Complex:
Yoko Kanno – Inner Universe (2:14)
Yoko Kanno – Run Rabbit Junk (4:32)
Yoko Kanno – Stamina Rose (2:51)

From Bubblegum Crisis:
Hashimoto Maiko (Vision) – Never The End (4:57)
Hashimoto Maiko (Vision) – Say, Yes! (6:10)

From Naruto:
Ikimono Gakari – Blue Bird (3:38)
Inoue Joe – Closer (3:28)
Nobody Knows – Heroes Come Back (4:33)
Tushiro Masuda – Neji’s Theme (2:06)
FLOW – GO! (Fighting Dreamers) (4:12)

From Cowboy Bebop:
Mai Yamane with SEATBELTS – The Real Folk Blues (6:16)

From Kingdom Hearts (not anime, but definitely Japanese influence):
Utada Hikaru – Simple And Clean (5:02)

Thanks again to DsP for the space today! I hope you enjoy the music! Be sure to enter the rafflecopter for a chance to win some awesome prizes and make sure to follow the entire tour for lots of entries.

 

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Blurb: Dr. Miles Grant acknowledges that his destined mate could be either gender even though his bisexuality cost him his family and his pack. Luckily he found the Forbes Pack, who happily accept him just as he is. What he never counted on was finding his mate in Pittsburgh or for his mate to be another species entirely—a cat!

Quincy Archer isn’t just any jaguar shifter. He is the heir to the leadership of his pride. Destined mates are nothing but legend to the nearly extinct and generally solitary jaguars, and Quincy certainly never expected to find one for himself, much less a male… or a wolf.

However, finding each other and coming to terms with their species is the least of their worries. Quincy is expected to select a proper female mate, father a cub, and take his place as heir to the pride. Except Quincy refuses, having no interest in women or leadership and knowing he isn’t right for it. But his father will stop at nothing—not even attempting to kill Miles—to get his way. Quincy and Miles must overcome many obstacles to stay together as the destined mates they’re meant to be.

 

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About Grace:

Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination.  She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble.  Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States.  She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics.  She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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A THIRDS Celebration by Charlie Cochet

July 7, 2016

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“Wow, two years.”

Sloane glanced up at Cael who was currently giving Dex a run for his money on how many mozzarella sticks could be consumed in one evening. So far Cael was winning, but only because Dex wasn’t physically present as he was at the bar discussing the current karaoke playlist with Bradley.

“What’s two years?” Sloane asked.

“That Dex has been on the team,” Cael replied. “Seems like only yesterday, huh?”

Ash let out a low grunt. “Seems too damn long if you ask me.”

“Can’t believe he hasn’t thrown himself a party,” Rosa pitched in, stealing one of Cael’s mozzarella sticks. He stuck his tongue out at her before turning his attention back to Sloane.

“Come to think of it, he’s missed a lot of party-throwing opportunities.”

Sloane frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Dex has always been a party guy. Not necessarily a partier, but he liked big get-togethers. Lots of people, music, him being the center of attention. If he could celebrate it, he threw a party. In college he was kind of known for his awesome parties. And of course you know about his pre-birthday-party parties. He’s kind of calmed down since joining the THIRDS.” Cael shrugged. He gave Sloane a big smile. “Maybe it’s your influence on him.”

Sloane wasn’t quite sure how to take that. “Is that a good thing?” Ash’s unimpressed expression made Sloane chuckle.

“I’m sorry, did you just ask if Nerd Boy being calm is a good thing? Did you seriously just ask that question?”

Sloane held back a smile. “Right.” Now that he thought about it, he supposed Dex had sort of calmed down since they’d met. His boyfriend was still enthusiastic, mischievous, and a nut with a limitless supply of energy, but he wasn’t bouncing off the walls all the time or talking a mile a minute. When they were home together, Dex would often snuggle up to him on the couch, neither of them talking. They’d just sit there watching TV, enjoying each other’s company.

Did Dex miss his parties? Was he missing out because of Sloane? Sloane had never been a party guy. Hell, he’d never even celebrated his birthday. It never occurred to him that Dex might stop doing something he enjoyed for Sloane’s sake. He remembered Dex’s last pre-birthday-party- party where he’d said something about not needing big parties anymore. Had he just been saying that for Sloane’s benefit?

Sloane looked around the table at his teammates and friends. His family. “We should throw Dex a party.”

Everyone stilled. They stared at him with wide eyes. Ash leaned into Cael, his voice low but loud enough for everyone at the table to hear him.

“You sneak away first and call us a cab. I’ll follow.”

Sloane arched an eyebrow at him. “I’m serious, Ash. He’s always doing stuff for us. He does something for everyone’s birthday, throws those little parties at work for everyone.” He looked to Hobbs. “He brought you a cake for the BearCat’s birthday because he knew it would make you happy.”

Ash shook his head at Hobbs. “I can’t believe you celebrate a truck’s birthday.”

Hobbs promptly flipped Ash off.

“My point is,” Sloane continued, “that Dex does all these things for us to show how much he cares, and we never do anything for him.”

“That’s your job.” Ash narrowed his eyes at Sloane. “You’re his boyfriend. You’re supposed to do all that love-dovey crap.”

“That’s a great idea,” Cael chimed in, and Sloane grinned smugly at Ash. There was no way Ash was getting out of this now. “Okay, what do you want us to do?”

“I want it to be a surprise, so no one says a word. I’ll talk to Bradley and see about booking Dekatria this Friday night.”

Ash gaped at him. “Friday night? You want us to put this together in three days?”

Sloane rolled his eyes. “It’s just a party, Ash. How hard can it be? Besides, we missed the actually anniversary date, and it’s Halloween on Saturday, so yeah, three days. You and Cael are in charge of the cake. Calvin, Hobbs, you got decorations. Letty and Rosa you’re on food detail. I’ll round up the guests.”

A thought occurred to Ash and he perked up. “Hey, why don’t you just get Lou to do it? That’s his job right?”

Letty let out a snort. “Are you kidding? Lou’s booked until next Spring. Even if he had the time, he’s up to his elbows in Halloween parties. I think Dex said he was upstate.”

“Come on, guys. We can do this,” Sloane said, his voice lowered. “We’ve faced situations a hell of a lot more dangerous. I’ll call everyone with setup times and ETA for Dex’s arrival.”

They all agreed, even Ash, though his best friend made certain to make his reluctance and displeasure known. Several times. Dex made his way over to their table and Cael quickly changed the subject with everyone pitching in. Sloane smiled like a dope when Dex kissed him before sitting next to him, his chair pulled up close to Sloane. How could he have not realized it had been two years or knowing this amazing man? Maybe because at times it felt like they’d known each other for so much longer.

“You okay?” Dex asked, leaning in to give his cheek a kiss.

“Yeah.” He wrapped an arm around the back of Dex’s shoulders and pulled him in against him before giving his temple a nuzzle. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Dex replied with a chuckle. His attention was immediately snatched away by Bradley bringing over another basket of appetizers. As he watched Dex laugh, eat, and joke around with everyone, he couldn’t help his heart swell. He needed to get better at this whole relationship thing and be more attentive. If a party would put that amazing smile on Dex’s beautiful face, Sloane would happily oblige. He could do this.

Or so he thought.

Things had gone smoothly the day after their evening at Dekatria. Sloane spoke to Bradley and booked the second floor for the Friday night. With Cael’s help, he sent out electronic invites to double the number of people he normally would have, just in case, what with it being so last minute, a Friday night, and the night before Halloween. Sloane made sure to check in with everyone, and everything was on schedule.

Then it all went horribly wrong.

Sloane couldn’t take his eyes off the giant hanging banner, the lights reflecting off the glittering silver and pink letters.  “Why does that say Happy Birthday, Princess?” He looked to the rest of the decorations. There were pink and silver balloons everywhere, streamers, and fluffy things that hung from the ceiling. The tables had princess crowns and wands. Everywhere he looked, his gaze was assaulted by pink fluff. He didn’t even know where to begin. Only one word managed to make it from his brain to his mouth. “Why?”

Calvin cleared his throat. “See, the thing is, we ordered this eighties party set from the party supply store, and the box was sealed when we picked it up. When we got here we opened it, and found it filled with this stuff. They must have gotten our orders mixed up with someone else’s.”

Sloane arched and eyebrow at him. “You think?” Of course now it was too late to do anything about it. “And you put it all out because…?”

Hobbs shrugged. He picked up a wand with pink fluff and waved it at Sloane.

“I don’t even have words.”

“We got the cake,” Ash called out.

“Finally, something’s going right.” He spun around and slammed into Cael, knocking him over. Sloane’s eyes widened, and he made a dive for the cake as Ash dropped it to catch Cael. Sloane landed on the floor beside the open box that Ash now had a foot in. Why me?

Sloane let his head fall against the floor with a groan. This couldn’t be happening.

“Um… what do I do?” Ash asked.

Sloane rolled onto his back with a heavy sigh, and looked up at him. “Why don’t we start with you removing your huge-ass size fifteen boot off the cake. How about that?”

“Right.” Carefully, Ash pulled his boot out, sitting on the chair that Cael brought over to him. “Sorry.”

What could Sloane say? That he should have held onto the cake and let the man he loved hit the floor instead?

“It’s fine.” Sloane got up and picked up the box, taking it over to one of the tables. There was Ash’s boot print smack in the middle of the giant cake. “I got nothing.”

Cael hurried over with a piece of card stuck to a straw. “We could improvise!” He showed it to Sloane.

We want to follow in your footsteps.

“No. We’re not serving up cake with Ash’s boot print on it.”

“Well, I can cut that part out, and maybe reshape it.” Cael snapped his fingers. “I have an idea.” Cael darted off and Sloane let out a heavy sigh. His phone rang, and he crossed his fingers when he answered.

“Hey, Rosa. Please tell me you and Letty are on your way with the food.”

“We are.”

“Thank God.” Sloane let out a sigh of relief.

“But we’re going to be late.”

Great. “How late?”

“There was a bad accident, and we stopped to help. It could take a while.”

Damn. “Do you need any help?”

“No, help is on the way. Just wanted to let you know.”

“Okay. See you when you get here.” He hung up. Not much he could do about that. He turned to face his friends, hands on his hips. “Well, we’ve got no cake, no food, and princess decorations.” With a groan he dropped down onto an empty chair. “Oh God, I’m the worst boyfriend ever.”

Cael returned and gave Sloane’s shoulder a pat, his bottom lip jutted out. “It’s not your fault, Sloane. We screwed up.” He held up the giant bag of gummy bears. “Bradley always keep a bag in reserve. I’ll make the cake work.”

“He’s going to be here in half an hour, and—”

“Sloane?” Bradley appeared at the door. “Your guests are starting to arrive.”

Crap! He jumped to his feet. “How many?”

“Um, like, all of them? There’s at least fifty downstairs and more getting in.” He looked at his watch. You told them to be here at seven-thirty. It’s seven-thirty. You THIRDS guys are really punctual, huh?”

“All of them?” Sloane ran to the door and hallway down the stairs. Sure enough the bar area was packed with their teammates from Unit Alpha, and a few from Unit Beta. They all came?

“Hey, Sloane,” Herrera waved at Sloane from the bottom of the stairs.

“You came? All of you?” He’d been expected at least half.

“Well, yeah, man. It’s Dex.”

Sloane was touched. Everyone had shown up for Dex. He didn’t know what to say, other than, “Okay, everyone, get your butts up here. He’ll be here in twenty minutes.” As soon as everyone had crowded in upstairs, Sloane begged Bradley to bring up as many bar snacks as he could and they started getting drink orders.

Herrera waved a fluffy pink and silver wand at him. “So, what’s with the pretty princess stuff?”

“There was a mix up in the decorations.”

“Oh.” Herrera picked up a crown and put it on Taylor’s head. “Aw, you look so regal.”

Taylor flipped him off before tilting the tiara on his head. “I’m freaking fabulous.”

That gave Sloane an idea.  “Okay, everyone, listen up. We kind of had a bit of a mix up with the decorations, so it would really mean a lot to me if you’d just go along with it.”

“I’ll wear mine if Ash wears his,” Taylor said, wriggling his eyebrows. Ash jutted a finger at him.

“You know what? I’ll tell you where you can stick your tiara.”

“Ash.” Sloane put his hands together. “Just for a few minutes.” Ash looked at Sloane like he’d grown two heads. “Please.”

Ash opened his mouth, most likely to curse him out when Cael stood on a chair and popped a tiara on his head. The room broke off into cheers and cat calls.

“Why would you do this to me?” Ash asked Cael, pouting.

“Please. It’ll make Dex’s night. Do it for me.”

Ash grumbled something under his breath, but left the tiara on, though not before declaring that anyone who took a picture of him with it on would suffer grievous bodily harm.

Sloane got a text from Dex saying he was walking up to Dekatria. “It’s time! Everyone be quiet!” Sloane turned off the lights on his way downstairs. The bar had its usual patrons, and the music was playing. Sloane met Dex at the door and kissed him. He’d have to remember to thank the PR department for the “last minute promo op” they sprung on Dex, keeping him at work.

“Hey, where is everyone?” Dex asked, following Sloane to the stairs.

“The girls are running a bit late. They’re helping out in an accident. The guys are upstairs. It was a little crowded down here.”

“Okay. We need Bradley to bring all the food. I’m starving.” Dex stopped Sloane and gave him a sweet, passionate kiss. “Mm, a little dessert before dinner.”

Sloane returned Dex’s kiss, pulling him close, loving how warm and soft he was. He hoped Dex liked his surprise, even if the decoration was all wrong, and there was no food. They’d think of something. He pulled back and kissed Dex’s cheek before leading him upstairs.

“Why’s it so quiet up here?” Dex asked, looking endearingly puzzled.

Sloane didn’t reply, just pulled him inside and flipped on the lights. The room shouted excitedly.

“Surprise!”

“Holy crap!” Dex jumped behind Sloane, his eyes widening when he saw everyone. A huge grin came onto his face, and he looked up at Sloane. “You threw me a party?”

“Yep. Two years you’ve been a part of our team, and our lives.” He leaned in to whisper in Dex’s ear. “I don’t know where I’d be without you. I love you.”

Dex’s bright blue eyes met his, and the love in them stole Sloane’s breath away. Cael came running and plopped a tiara on Dex’s head.

“For the prettiest princess of all.”

“Aw, you guys.” Dex wiped an imaginary tear from his eye, taking the fluffy pink wand from Cael. “Thank you.”

Rosa and Letty arrived, along with Bradley who helped them carry huge trays. Letty declared cheerfully. “Food’s here!”

“Woot!” Dex waved his wand, declaring loudly. “Let the party begin!”

Everyone cheered and eighties music blared from the speakers. Dex turned to Sloane with a knowing smile.

“I’m going to go out on a limb here, and say the pink princess theme wasn’t planned.”

Sloane felt his cheeks flush. “I maybe, kinda, suck at this whole party thing. I’m sorry.”

Dex blinked up at him. “Are you kidding? Babe, this is amazing!” He smiled sweetly, and pulled Sloane behind one of the pillars to sneak a kiss. “Thank you for putting all this together. The fact you thought to do this is everything. Besides….” He touched his tiara and winked at Sloane. “I can totally rock the princess look.”

“You absolutely can.” Sloane chuckled and pulled Dex in for a kiss. “You know, whenever you want to throw a party, you just go ahead. Okay? Don’t let me stop you from having fun.”

Dex pulled back. “Wait, what? You think you’re stopping me from having fun?”

“Well, I know you’ve always had all these great parties, and since we’ve been together, you haven’t really.” He shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed, but he told Dex about his conversation with Cael. He worried Dex might be upset, but instead Dex threw his arms around Sloane and hugged him.

“Do you know why I don’t throw all those parties anymore?”

“Why?” Sloane asked, genuinely curious.

Dex looked up at him, a beautiful smile spreading across his handsome face. “Because I have you. Yeah, I threw a lot of parties in college, and I had a lot of friends, but I didn’t have someone like you, someone who made me feel whole. I love you, Sloane. I don’t need to be surrounded by lots of people, just the people I love.”

Sloane didn’t know what to say. So instead, he kissed Dex, putting all his love behind it. Two years of knowing this incredible man. A man who could drive him crazy one minute and bring him to his knees the next. He’d never met anyone like Dexter J. Daley, and he couldn’t imagine his life without the laughter, outrageous shenanigans, copious amounts of coffee and sugary treats, all thanks to Dex.

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

 

Charlie Cochet

Charlie Cochet is an author by day and artist by night. Always quick to succumb to the whispers of her wayward muse, no star is out of reach when following her passion. From adventurous agents and sexy shifters to society gentlemen and hardboiled detectives, there’s bound to be plenty of mischief for her heroes to find themselves in—and plenty of romance, too!
Currently residing in Central Florida, Charlie is at the beck and call of a rascally Doxiepoo bent on world domination. When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found reading, drawing, or watching movies. She runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers.

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Boy Midflight: Youth Nostalgia with Charlie David – Post + Giveaway

July 6, 2016

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Boy Midflight

by

Charlie David

 

Hi all!  I’m Charlie David and I’m happy to stop by here at the Dreamspinner Press blog.  It’s been such an exciting Spring for me as I’ve had my books published by Dreamspinner Press – first Mulligans, Shadowlands and now Boy Midflight.

Boy Midflight is largely constructed from my teenage journals.  The inherent nerves, fragility, and occasional brazenness embodied in the main character of Ashley are all aspects of me as a teenager.  This is a coming out story set in the 1990s and it’s fun to reflect on what has stayed timeless in the teenage experience and how other things have progressed at lightning speed.  The biggest change of course is technology and how it’s affected so many parts of our lives – for better or worse.

In the 90’s as a kid who felt different it was a monumental challenge to find a community to gel with.  Internet chat rooms existed of course but geo-location based apps did not.  This meant that even if you were lucky enough to forge a connection in an AOL or Yahoo chat room – it was more likely than not that your cyber person of interest was geographically far from you.  As a teenager even if they were in the same state – it may as well have been on Mars.

Due to this isolation, sexual experiences and loss of queer virginity did not generally happen in hyper-speed as they do with many young people today.  Reflecting on how I met my first boyfriends in the 90’s and the path of how our relationships blossomed in a more organic and in some ways traditional way left me feeling nostalgic.  Meeting guys who liked to kiss guys was certainly not as easy as it is today but somewhere in that greater challenge lived a little magic.

The hero of Boy Midflight is Ashley.  He’s a teen in his first year of college on Canada’s West Coast.  He has a crush on Jared Leto, Sun-In bleached hair, is brimming with teen angst and prays to Antonio Sabato Jr.  Ashley is unabashedly himself, ravenous to experience the world and all its wonders.

I wrote Boy Midflight when I was eighteen and so there’s a lot of humor in the naivety of the main character Ashley.  We were both still figuring a lot of things out and could easily be distracted by a copy of Teen Beat, especially if Jarod Leto graced the cover.  I mean seriously how beautiful is Jarod Leto?  Remember him leaned up against a locker with ripped jeans and a flannel tied carelessly around his waist in My So Called Life?  I would have done almost anything to take Claire Danes’ place so I could see what kissing him would be like.  The man is simply so pretty it hurts.  I’m so sorry, it happened again… I got distracted.

If you enjoy a main character who is quirky, ambitious and in love with

falling in love – then Boy Midflight might just put a smile on your face.

I’ll leave you with a question – please answer in the comments section below.  I’ll do a random draw from those who comment and share this post on their social (Twitter, Facebook, Reddit, Pinterest, etc.).  The winner will receive a free rental of their choice from any of my movies or TV shows on http://border2border.ca

What ‘90’s celebrity had the power to dissolve your panties or jockstrap?

Boy Midflight

Synopsis

At eighteen, Ashley seems to have everything: looks, talent, and even a girlfriend. What more could a young man want? Yet something is missing, and he has to come to terms with his sexuality and the possible implications for his career in the public eye. He begins dating Chris but isn’t sure he’s head over heels in love. It’s not the knight-in-shining-armor feeling he always imagined.

When Ashley is offered a big modeling job, he leaves his university in small-town Canada for a very different life in sunny Los Angeles, California. There he meets a slightly older man who makes him feel like he’s in a storybook romance. But is Ashley ready for real love, or is it just infatuation? The world is spread out before him, at once limitless and daunting, full of endless possibilities one moment and opportunities cut short the next.

Ashley floats between certainty and confusion as he tries to unravel new feelings, deal with past pain, and decide what he wants from life—and who he wants beside him during the journey.

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BOY MIDFLIGHT EXCERPT

 

“Which side do you want?” Mikal asks.

“Which side of what?”

“Which side of the bed do you want? Do you have a preference?”

Oh my Antonio Sabato Jr.! This room only has one bed! Why does this room only have one bed? Who thought of this? Were Ferni, Mikal, and I all going to sleep in one bed? Why didn’t I notice that before?

“Umm… I can just sleep on the couch here. You take the bed, Mikal.”

“You’re not sleeping on this thing. It’s not even a couch, it’s a love seat. You’ll wake up needing a chiropractor.”

We’ve been sitting on a love seat?

“Okay, well, I guess the left side is great, closest to the window,” I say. So I can fly out and escape to Neverland in the middle of the night.

I walk to the bathroom and close the door. I grab my toothbrush and start to vigorously clean. Always too aggressive, my dentist says. Use a softer brush. I hate soft brushes. I lean against the sink and stare into the mirror. Am I falling in love with him? You already have. That’s not a question. I wash my face and hum nervously into the splashing water. Something from Sondheim’s Into the Woods. Get over it, Ashley. He’s not that spectacular. I mean he’s eight years older than you. He was eighteen when I was ten. I was four when he was twelve. When I’m twenty-eight, he’ll be thirty-six. He’ll be able to tell me what forty is like and I’ll have eight years to prepare. I’ll be eighty and he’ll be eighty-eight. It probably doesn’t matter anymore by then. Except when you reach one hundred, then it’s like a celebration. And he could celebrate for eight years until I start. When you’re ninety you’re just old but making it to one hundred is like, wow, that’s something to really talk about. Okay, but right now I am eighteen and Mikal is twenty-six, with a little boy. I’m a boy. Seriously, I am still a boy. He’s a man. A full-grown man. Totally. He looks like a man. Full on man muscles, man chiseled face, man voice. I think I’m a man, but I’m still in man/boy stage. What if I grow into my full-on man stage and he doesn’t like it? What if Mikal only likes me because I am man/boy? I can’t stay man/boy forever. No matter what I do. Can I? I don’t know what will change, but things will. Older people are always saying things don’t stay the same.

Oh my Antonio! I am getting older right now! I can see it in the mirror. If I look really closely, I can actually see the skin around my eyes starting to pucker. And my jaw is widening. Did I just spring a hair on my chest? Shit. I’m going to go out there and Mikal will say, “What the hell happened to you? You were hot when you were man/boy. Now, not so much.”

Hold it! Okay. Attention! We need to figure out what is going on—right now. Organize the facts.

Fact: to the best of our knowledge, I am dating Chris.

Fact: I have not seen or spoke to Chris for over two weeks.

Fact: Mikal has stated definite interest in our territory.

Fact: Mikal is super hot.

Fact: Mikal is genuinely loving, even as I hold him at arm’s length.

Question from the council: Were you in love with Chris, or in love with the idea of being in love?

No comment.

Question from the council: We’ve seen pie charts, addendums and illustrated diagrams of your ideal mate. Mikal fits all listed descriptions. Is he what you call the One?

“Ashley, you okay, buddy? I got you some water here.”

“Be right out.”

Meeting adjourned.

I open the door and step into the warmth of the hotel room. The window, closest to my side of the bed, is open and the wind is rustling through the palm trees. The lights are all out but one, on the nightstand on my side of the bed. Mikal is already under the covers. Shirt off, one arm crooked behind his head. He smiles. “I built a Wall of China for us.”

“A what?” I ask.

“A Wall of China. I folded a blanket up and placed it under the covers between us. I thought it might make you sleep easier.”
“Mikal, I’m not worried about you. I appreciate the gesture though.” I pull off my shirt and unbutton my jeans. After tossing them on the love seat, I crawl into the left side of the bed. I laugh as I feel the Wall of China on my arm and leg. “Good night, Mikal,” I say, turning out the light.
“Good night, Ashley.”

I lay in the dark stillness and try to control my breathing. I don’t want to sound like I’m sucking air. After all, this is the first time we’ve slept together. I mean, we’re not really sleeping together, but we’re in the same bed. He could be naked over there. I didn’t see a shirt. He may sleep in the buff. And I’m just in my skivvies over here. All that’s separating his skin from mine is the Wall of China. A formidable barrier, yes, but scalable. You are not scaling the Wall! You are staying right here and going to sleep.

I lay on my back with my head facing the window. The warm salty air spills over the windowsill in a stream of magical light. I think I can hear the ocean lapping the beach. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…. I can see eight stars from here. A perfect night. I turn my head and rest my eyes on Mikal, his chest rhythmically rising and falling. The shadows play perfectly in the valley between his chest and the crook of his arm still tucked behind his head. What would it hurt if I just placed a hand on that chest?

I’d like to just hold his hand as we fall asleep. Would that be wrong? I could just tear away this stupid Wall of China and surrender. His lips, pink and slightly parted, his jaw slightly rough and unshaven. What a startling and beautiful contrast. I settle on Mikal’s eyes, those big green almonds that look on me with so much care and concern. Now closed with his impossibly long dark eyelashes minutely dancing on each other. Are a guy’s eyelashes allowed to be that long and full?

I’d give anything to feel those icicles forming on my spine again. To press against this god’s warmth, curling one hand around that bicep. Mikal, my angel. My guardian. “Good night, handsome,” I say and turn to the window, closing my eyes. Did I just say that out loud? I did.

Then whispered across the darkness: “Good night, beautiful.”

I smile and drift off to sleep. Tomorrow is bursting with promise….

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About Charlie David

Charlie has been a host for E! Television, NBC, OutTV, LOGO, here! TV, Pink TV, EGO, Fine Living and Slice Networks on such shows as FYE!, SpyTV, Crash Test Mommy and his travel series Bump which shot over 100 episodes around the world and garnered a Hugo Television award. He has appeared as musical guest on VH1, BBC, CBS’s The Early Show, and dozens of radio shows.

In 2005 Out Magazine recognized Charlie in the ‘Out 100’ at their gala in New York.  In 2007 the Philadelphia Film Society awarded Charlie with their Rising Star Award.  In 2008 the Festival del Sol in Gran Canaria awarded their Best Male Actor Award to Charlie and the male cast of A Four Letter Word.  Formerly in a rock band… okay, actually it was a boy band, Charlie opened for Destiny’s Child, Pink, Snoop Dogg, Rick Springfield and Black Eyed Peas.

A love of storytelling led Charlie to start Border2Border Entertainment Inc., a production company whose film and television credits include Mulligans, Judas Kiss, I’m a Stripper (series), Studlebrity, Balls, I’m a Porn Star, I’m a Porn Star: Gay4Pay and Positive Youth. Border2Border Entertainment’s films have been licensed to Showtime, Super Channel, HBO Canada, MTV/LOGO, Sundance Channel, Discovery Networks, The Movie Network, Movie Central, Hollywood Suite, hereTV, Encore Avenue, and OutTV in North America as well as finding a worldwide audience through international distribution partners.

He is a graduate of the Canadian College of Performing Arts and his current passions include travel, encounters with wildlife, SCUBA diving, mosaic tiling and podcasts.  He resides in Toronto and Montréal, Canada when he’s not living out of a suitcase.

You can explore Charlie’s films and TV shows on his website at http://border2border.ca or become a part of his social media network by visiting:

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Ace in the Hole: Love for All with Ava Drake

July 5, 2016

Ava Drake joins us today for a chat about new Dreamspun Desires Ace in the Hole and how she wrote her m/m novel.

Love for All

 

Greetings Darlings!

Alpha heroes. Bulging muscles. Hot eyes. Dark souls. Darker fantasies. Oh my, somebody pass me a fan, will you?

I confess, I’ve published fifty or so M/F romances, and every last one of them features an Alpha male. (Capital A intentional.) I spent a decade in the military, and if I wasn’t already a fan of strong guys, I surely was by the end of those years. It was a natural step for me to eventually make the leap of logic…

…If one alpha guy in a book was hot, having TWO in a book would surely be hotter!

I may not be the smartest cookie in the jar, but I eventually figured it out, and Ace in the Hole was born.

When Dreamspinner Press approached me with the idea of writing a traditional category romance for their new Dreamspun Desires line, I was absolutely delighted. I have long believed that the world would be a better place if everyone, regardless of gender, race, religion, or identity, was free to love whoever we want however we want. A radical notion, I know. Call me a rebel.

As a cis-gender woman, I pondered doing deep research into gay relationships. I certainly have a number of gay friends, and my daughter is a nationally recognized LGBTQ+ rights activist. But then it dawned on me, why should I write anything different than I would if I were writing about a M/F relationship instead of a M/M relationship? Sure, the dynamic with two alpha males can get a little chippy, but any woman worth her salt can give as good as she gets in a relationship, too.

And so, I simply sat down and wrote a story I would enjoy reading. I’m not convinced the best end goal is for the world to be gender blind, or race blind or religion blind or any other prejudice blind. Perhaps the goal should be for us to truly see one another and be inclusive of everything that we are.

That being the case, I wrote a romance novel for Christian Brandeis and Stone Jackson pretty much exactly like I would write a story with M/F characters or F/F characters, or PPE/PPE characters (Purple People Eaters). I call it Love-inclusive romance fiction.

At the end of the day, the narrative of any romance novel is “Love conquers fill in the blank.” That’s not, M/F love conquers fill in the blank. Just love. That’s what Christian and Stone learn in Ace in the Hole, and it’s why I dared as a straight woman to write their story. It’s a message worth putting out there in the universe. And just maybe books of inclusive love will open a few more hearts and minds to the notion that every human being deserves to be loved and to have a chance at their own happy-ever-after. Here’s hoping you’ve already found yours!

Smooches, Ava

 

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Check out Ace in the Hole today!

Blurb: 

Surveillance, seduction, and extra-dirty politics.

Christian Chatsworth-Brandeis has a problem. A huge one. The US senator he works for has run away with his latest mistress on the eve of a make-or-break fund-raising event, and it’s up to him to cover his boss’s irresponsible tracks.

Stone Jackson, the senator’s new bodyguard, looks enough like the senator that, with some extensive grooming, he might pass for Senator Lacey. Christian and Stone hatch a plan to fool everyone by substituting Stone for the senator, but Miami madness and the incendiary heat between them are throwing obstacles in their way. It’s a race to find the senator and pull off the con of the century before the attraction between them spins completely out of control.

About Ava:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ava Drake grew up in the heart of the rural Midwest but beat a hasty retreat to the big city and bright lights as fast as humanly possible. Armed with a pilot’s license, fluency in several languages, a large dose of daring, and her dashing good looks, she took off to travel the world. Eventually, she came home and settled down to write award-winning stories of romance and adventure, which may or may not be autobiographical.

Everyday History: Story Hijackings with Alice Archer

June 30, 2016

Alice Archer joins us today to chat about the character that found her in new book Everyday History.

Everyday History

 

Welcome to the Everyday History blog tour. I send a big grin of thanks to Dreamspinner for including me here, and to Bree Archer for creating the perfect book cover for this story. In today’s tour stop, I’ll tell you how the story was unexpectedly hijacked.

Everyday History is about the chances we pass up, the magnetic force of true love, and how much we’re willing to do to deserve a second chance. The two main characters are Henry, a shy history teacher, and Ruben, a headstrong young man who is surprised by the force of his crush on his teacher. Henry is scrupulously responsible, however, so it’s not until after Ruben has graduated that Henry even acknowledges the chemistry between them.

Henry looks the way he does and has various traits because of a rogue postcard that reached out, took me by the throat, and wouldn’t let go.

About halfway through the process of writing Everyday History, I went into a bookstore and ran into Henry. That’s how it felt, anyway. I’d gone into town to do some errands, and Rombach, one of the big bookstores in downtown Freiburg, Germany, called to me, as always, so I went in to lose myself and find myself for a while. Happy and content, I flipped through a container of book-related postcards as I waited in the check-out line. I flipped to the next postcard and saw… Henry. Indisputably. Unequivocally. Remembering that moment still makes the hairs on my arms stand up.

You can take a look at the postcard – and Henry – online, here. It’s put out by Gutrath.com and the photo is by Ben Hupfer. I yanked the card out of the container, pawed through to find more of them, then straightened up and looked around. I wanted to grab someone – anyone – and make a scene, share the treasure I’d come across, tell them what it meant to me. But the people nearby were either wide-eyed tourists or close-faced Germans (they’re not being rude; they’re just private), I settled for hugging the postcards to my chest and grinning like a fiend.

I call the finding of this postcard of Henry a hijacking because until I found it – or it found me, which is more what it felt like – Henry wasn’t bald and he didn’t have deep blue eyes or ears that sort of stick out. Also, this postcard inspired the scene in the book where Ruben takes a surreptitious photo of Henry carrying a stack of books. With the postcard in my hand, I knew that a bunch of things in the overall story had to be (seriously, had to be) adjusted and revised and tweaked to make them more… true.

The other major story hijacking occurred because of James Morrison’s album The Awakening, which I listened to on automatic repeat for months as I wrote. I don’t think I listened to anything else during the writing of Everyday History. A friend of mine in a creative play group I belonged to showed me a music video online of Morrison singing a song from this album and I got hooked. I was deep into writing Everyday History by that time, and the album just seemed to fit the story. It complemented the themes and mirrored a lot of the emotions I was working with as I wrote. So I kept listening to it.

The Awakening hijacked Everyday History in ways that were more subtle and pervasive than the Henry postcard, because the album’s lyrics and the feelings they evoked circled in my brain and my heart as I finished and edited the story. I loved how I’d be sitting in my chair, staring into space, searching for a bit of inspiration in a scene that felt tricky, or stretching for a better word, and Morrison’s lyrics would deliver it. Right then, right when I needed it. It was spooky and perfect, over and over again. So I let him have his way with me, and kept listening.

Everyday History would be a different, less inspired, novel if it wasn’t for Ben Hupfer’s photo or James Morrison’s album. I can’t thank them enough for taking over my process and capturing my attention, because they reminded me to stay open to inspiration’s presence – everywhere, anywhere, anytime.

What’s your story of an inspirational hijacking? I love to hear tales about the muse in action in people’s lives.

I’ll continue the hijacking theme with the excerpt below. The story begins with Ruben walking into Henry’s classroom and capturing his attention.

 

Everyday History Excerpt

Every fall I begin the first class of the school year the same way. I’m not fool enough to think the students entering the Boston Museum of History’s internship program—high school seniors selected for their drive and intelligence—won’t want to test me. So I offer them a challenge. They always leap, assuming they’ll win. They won’t. Not the way they expect to.

My glasses and bald head, the way I dress—in tweed vests and ironed shirts, like a stereotype of a museum curator—work in my favor, keep me from being a threat. I stand behind my desk, hands clasped at the small of my back, suppressing a smile as the students enter the classroom for the first time, stealing looks at me, loud and boisterous to cover their nerves. They goof around, point at the unusual art I’ve packed into the room, and peer into the empty inkwells built into the tops of the old desks.

I want to smile because I know something they don’t, something they think they already know. They’re here because they think history is interesting. But I can make them fall so in love with history that the way they see themselves will shift forever.

Starting today.

Then he walks into the room with his arm around a beautiful girl.

His exuberance is incandescent. He doesn’t simply enter the classroom, he radiates into it, vibrant with life, as though fueled by an energy source of pure dazzle.

His effect on his classmates is instantaneous. Girls shamelessly bat their eyelashes at him. Boys jostle and joke. They slap him on the back, vying for his friendship. At least one of the boys bats his eyelashes, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

At first I think he’s going to be a disciplinary problem, but he’s the opposite. He holds out a desk chair for a pretty girl with red hair and then brings the other students into line by cajoling them into settling down and paying attention.

I blink, give myself a mental shake, and get down to business, starting with roll call.

His name is Ruben Harper.

 

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Blurb

Headstrong Ruben Harper has yet to meet an obstacle he can’t convert to a speed bump. He’s used to getting what he wants from girls, but when he develops a fascination for a man, his wooing skills require an upgrade. After months of persuasion, he scores a dinner date with Henry Normand that morphs into an intense weekend. The unexpected depth of their connection scares Ruben into fleeing.

Shy, cautious Henry, Ruben’s former high school history teacher, suspects he needs a wake-up call, and Ruben appears to be his siren. But when Ruben bolts, Henry is left struggling to find closure. Inspired by his conversations with Ruben, Henry begins to write articles about the memories stored in everyday objects. The articles seduce Ruben with details from their weekend together and trigger feelings too strong to avoid. As Henry’s snowballing fame takes him out of town and further out of touch, Ruben stretches to close the gaps that separate them.

About the Author

Alice Archer has messed about with words professionally for many years as an editor and writing coach. After living in more than eighty places and cobbling together a portable lifestyle, she has lots of story material to sort through. It has reassured her to discover that even though culture and beliefs can get people into a peck of trouble when they’re falling in love, the human heart beats the same in any language. She currently lives near Nashville. Maybe this move will stick.

Website: alicearcher.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/alice.archer.author

Check out the other blogs on the Everyday History Blog Tour:

Jun 22 – MM Good Book Reviews

Jun 27 – Open Skye Book Reviews

Jun 29 – Prism Book Alliance, Long and Short Reviews

Jul 1 – My Fiction Nook

Jul 2 – Love Bytes