Offside by Ryan Loveless

April 27, 2011

Will Adam’s attitude keep Colin from giving him a second chance? Offside (m/m) by Ryan Loveless, available from Dreamspinner Press.

Adam Dumas is Major League Soccer’s only openly gay player. When he is transferred to St. Louis, his new teammates don’t exactly roll out the welcome mat. It doesn’t help that Adam sees “the Gateway to the West” as a step down from his high-profile position in LA—an attitude Adam has no problem sharing with his new housemate and fellow center forward, Colin Evets.

Colin is Adam’s only friend on the team, but when Adam misinterprets Colin’s Midwestern charm for something more, he could end up ruining both their friendship and their careers. As Adam struggles to make a better impression, Colin tries to decide if the person he’s been showing the world is who he wants to be with Adam. The pressure to win influences decisions both on the field and off as Adam and Colin discover how making the wrong move can be very right.

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Genre: Contemporary
Length: Novella

Contest Winners

April 25, 2011

I want to congratulate the contest winners for getting the answer correct.  Seven Days is my 17th print novel with Dreamspinner Press. 

Congratulations to Amber and YB on getting the correct answer.  Thank you to everyone who gave it a shot.

Seven Days – Excerpt Two

April 25, 2011

All the boys finished their dinner, bussing their trays before leaving the room. Evan once again did as Clay did before following him back to their room. Clay turned on the light before stripping off his uniform. Changing into sweats and a T-shirt, he flopped on his bed with one of his books. “You want one?” Clay asked, lobbing a book at him. “This is our first class in the morning,” Clay explained before telling him the assignment.

Evan sat at his empty desk and opened the book. Clay passed him a sheet of paper, and Evan began to work his way through the problems. Math had always been easy for him, and this seemed familiar, but every few minutes, he found himself peeking at Clay. Finishing the problems, Evan turned to Clay to ask a question and saw him yawn, arms stretching over his head, shirt riding high, a strip of lightly tanned belly showing above his sweatpants. Evan turned back around, feeling himself react. He knew what that meant. He’d taken care of many other men with that reaction, but none of them had ever affected him like that. Clay handed him another book and explained the reading assignment. Evan plodded his way through it for a while until he yawned. “It’s almost time for bed check,” Clay announced, and he left the room, returning a few minutes later. “Bathroom’s two doors down on the left. You better hurry or you’ll wait forever.”

Evan grabbed the small bag of toiletries he’d been given and walked down the hall to the bathroom, hearing laughter drift out from the other rooms. In the bathroom, other boys hurried around, cleaning up and doing their business, most dressed for sleep. Evan did his best to ignore everyone, brushing his teeth before hurrying back to his room. Clay was already in bed, and Evan stripped off his clothes, folding them carefully.

Sliding between the sheets, he turned out the light. A soft knock sounded and then the door opened. Father Val walked in, saying good night to Clay before stepping to Evan’s bed. He looked up into the priest’s kind face and smiled, finally allowing himself to believe and hope this was all real. He saw the priest smile back before patting him lightly on the shoulder and leaving the room.

“Good night, Evan,” he heard Clay say as he rolled over.

“Night,” Evan replied softly with a smile.

Seven Days – Contest

April 25, 2011

Here’s the deal,  I’ve written and published a number of novels with Dreamspinner Press.  The first two people who e-mail me at andrewgrey@comcast.net before midnight April 26 with the number of print novels I’ve published with Dreamspinner Press including Seven Days will win their choice of any story they’d like from my backlist. 

So start counting and the best of luck to everyone

Andrew

Seven Days – Excerpt One

April 25, 2011

Blurb: Can a person’s life change in just one day? How about seven?

This is the story of seven pivotal days in Evan Donaldson’s life. Evan was a teenage street hustler when Father Valentin talked him into coming to Saint Bartholomew’s Academy. In that one day, Evan’s entire life changed. That’s the day he met his roommate, Clay Mueller, and the day Evan began to live. But Evan’s life would change again and again, from abuse to first love, to separation and heartbreak, and eventually to starting his own family. Through it all, whenever a door closed for Evan, a window opened, and the window was Clay.

From the first day of finding faith and connecting with Clay through their relationship’s twists and turns, this is a glimpse into seven decisive days and the critical, amazing way a single moment can change destiny.

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Excerpt

Evan stepped out of the warm car with its leather seats, vents blasting warm air and clean scent. He thought of looking back at the man driving, but he didn’t really matter. Evan knew that—at least he did now. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, nearly slipping on the slushy snow, he closed the door and jumped back as the dark blue Mercedes sped away in a fountain of water, dirt, and half-melted slush. Looking around to get his bearings in the early morning gloom, he backed further away from the street, running into someone who simply shoved him away with a grunt. With another stumble, he reached the brick building, leaning against it, taking stock of what he had and where he was, hands sliding instinctively in his pockets as they sought some sort of warmth. The hardest thing to get used to and get his mind around was the near-constant cold.

His hands slid along the folded bills, and Evan breathed a sigh of relief. Those small slips of paper, vital for everything on the streets, were a lifeline to a warm night and maybe even a bath or shower to wash away the scents of others on his body. Pulling out the bills, he slipped off a tattered shoe. Rolling down a sock, he shoved the bills deep under his arch with the others before rolling the sock up again. The sound of ripping fabric made him groan, and he looked down as the top of the sock, a few inches above his ankle, came away in his hand. Sliding his shoe back on, he left the tattered piece of fabric just above his ankle for warmth, letting his pant leg slide back down. His money hidden, Evan relaxed a little, looking around for that signal, the look that would indicate another man who might be willing to pay for what he was selling. Pulling his thin jacket around his body, Evan huddled against the building, his skin prickling, legs beginning to shake, arms aching as the cold seeped in through the jacket and his thin shirt.

Watching passersby, he caught the eye of a man in a business suit and long woolen coat sauntering down the street like he owned the world, and to Evan it looked like he did. The man, who might have been on his way to work, passed and continued walking before stopping, looking through the glass of a shop window. Evan knew he wasn’t really looking into the shop. That was one of the traits he’d already picked up on. No one ever approached him right away; the men were usually shy or cautious. Evan watched as the man turned and walked back toward him, stopping just a few feet away without looking directly at him. “Sure is cold,” the man said, looking around the street.

“Yup,” Evan replied, trying to stay out of the wind.

“Bet it’s warmer between the buildings,” the man commented, a not-so-subtle hint at what he wanted.

Warily, Evan pushed himself away from the building, taking a few steps and looking around before following the man’s line of sight, saying nothing more. He heard the man’s footsteps behind him and braced himself. He hated this, he really did. A few months ago, he was a normal kid with normal parents and a normal life, and thoughts of what he was about to do had never entered his mind. Now it was an almost daily occurrence just to eat and maybe have a warm place to sleep. “Fifty,” Evan said and waited to see what the guy would do.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” the man said, and Evan moved back toward the street. He already had some money, and with it, he knew he’d eat. The man’s hands slipped into his pocket, pulling out crumpled bills. Evan took them, shoving the bills deep into his own pocket. The man pushed down on his shoulders, and Evan felt his knees buckle, pain shooting through his legs as his knees hit the slush-covered pavement, even more cold seeping into his skin. The teeth of a zipper sounded, and Evan began to retreat, his conscious mind pulling away, sheltering himself from the implications of what was about to happen—it was the only thing that stopped him from gagging, stopped the reflex to bite, to get away, or even to hurt. The only way he could bear the man’s voice as he called Evan every disgusting name in the book. Evan heard these, though; they penetrated his defenses because he’d said them to himself. He knew they were true because, after all, he was a “dirty fucking whore.”

Tears welled, as they always did, and he blinked them back as the man’s calls became more urgent. Pulling away, he could take no more. Jumping to his feet, legs wet, prickling with cold, Evan forced himself to move as the man howled his frustration. Evan peeked back and saw him pumping himself as Evan turned the corner, heart pounding. Realizing he wasn’t being chased, he slowed and stopped in front of a bright department store window, puddles of water glistening with reflected light. Evan looked down, and catching a glimpse of his own reflection, he actually looked over his shoulder wondering if someone was behind him. He took a second look and realization dawned: the thin, drawn, old-looking face staring back at him was him.

Stepping away, out of the light, Evan huddled beneath the awning of a dark window. His knees aching, he slid down the marble-tiled wall. Arms encircling his knees, body curling into a tight ball, forehead resting on his knees, Evan felt the tears that had threatened multiple times come to the surface. “Mom… Dad… why’d you leave me?” he asked for what seemed like the millionth time as his throat tightened. Shoulders bouncing, Evan couldn’t stop the emotions that he’d held at bay for months. As they burst to the surface, he murmured, “I miss you both,” and he felt his face contort into the near-universal display of grief. He could see them saying goodbye that last Saturday morning as they’d left the house to go shopping. He’d asked to stay home, and as the tears ran down his cheeks, Evan wished with all his might that he’d gone with them. That way, the semitruck that had skidded on the ice, crushing his parents’ lives and his entire world, could have taken him too.

“Son.” A hand touched his shoulder, and Evan jumped up, bouncing on his feet, arms bent, hands already clenched in tight fists. The man simply looked at him, his face calm, hands remaining at his side. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said levelly, almost serenely.

Seven Days – Release Party

April 25, 2011

Hello everyone. I’m Andrew grey and I’m here to celebrate the release of my latest novel Seven Days. I’ll be sharing some excerpts as well as holding a contest. So please come and help me celebrate!!!

As a reminder, there are signed copies of Seven Days available from Dreamspinner Press. Just indicate when you place your order for a print copy of Seven Days that you’d like a signed copy.

Now let’s start the party and have some fun!!!!

Cowboy Rubies by Azura Ice and Maria MoonStar

April 25, 2011

Can Shades and Kyle survive the question to find the Moon Rubies? Cowboy Rubies (m/m) by Azura Ice and Maria MoonStar, available from Dreamspinner Press.

After years of fighting, a tenuous treaty has been established between the Moon Wolves and the Life Drinkers. Kyle Vanderbelt’s job is to keep the peace—a job that gets much more difficult when Kyle’s fellow agent and former lover is accused of stealing the ancient Moon Rubies that are said to sustain the balance of power between the two peoples.

Kyle sets out to find the thief but is sidetracked by a brutal enemy… and a newfound ally. Shades Hallowvale, a Moon Wolf, is mostly dead from a Life Drinker’s attack when Kyle finds him, but nursing him back to health is a career move Kyle can’t walk away from because Shades has information on the rubies, the theft, and an insidious plot deeper than one man’s greed.

Shades soon becomes more to Kyle than a means to an end, but even as the two men track down the thief, Kyle fears their tenuous connection may not survive and the rubies really will destroy everything they love.

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Genre: Western, Steampunk, Fantasy/Paranormal
Length: Novel

Seven Days by Andrew Grey

April 25, 2011

Can a person’s life change in just one day? Andrew Grey answers the question in Seven Days (m/m) available from Dreamspinner Press.

Can a person’s life change in just one day?

How about seven? This is the story of seven pivotal days in Evan Donaldson’s life. Evan was a teenage street hustler when Father Valentin talked him into coming to Saint Bartholomew’s Academy. In that one day, Evan’s entire life changed. That’s the day he met his roommate, Clay Mueller, and the day Evan began to live. But Evan’s life would change again and again, from abuse to first love, to separation and heartbreak, and eventually to starting his own family. Through it all, whenever a door closed for Evan, a window opened, and the window was Clay.

From the first day of finding faith and connecting with Clay through their relationship’s twists and turns, this is a glimpse into seven decisive days and the critical, amazing way a single moment can change destiny.

Buy in eBook
Buy in print
Genre: Contemporary
Length: Novel

His Soul To Take- Release Party Wrap Up.

April 20, 2011

Well, it’s almost time for me to go, but I thought I’d give you one quick chance to win that has nothing to do with the twitter contest. If you don’t win now, you can still win the twitter contest that ends tomorrow morning.

I have an excerpt on DSP here: Official His Soul To Take Excerpt. In the excerpt Robert’s best friend Jerry is wearing what outfit in the rain? You have until 8pm EST to get the answer to me, either here, on twitter @CMTorrens, or my blog Sweet Sounds of a Panicked Writer. One random winner will be chosen.

If you don’t win, you still have another opportunity to win.

Tweet the following: I want a free copy of @CMTorrens debut book #HisSoulToTake

Contest will run all day from 5am EST the 20th to 5am EST the 21st. A full 24 hours to get your name thrown into the hat. Random.org will choose the winner and I’ll announce soon after and contact the winner with their prize.

Thanks for putting up with me. It’s been fun, and good luck!

His Soul To Take – Excerpt

April 20, 2011

His Soul To Take by C.M. Torrens

Yep, I’m back again. This time with more treats to tempt you. Here’s a tasty little excerpt from His Soul To Take, available at Dreamspinner Press.

Excerpt:

His mind wandered and his thoughts turned to Robert, the attractive dancer in the mock mobster outfit. The sway of his hips and the ripples of his body drifted through his mind like a warm dream. He could almost smell the scent of spiced musk that lingered on his skin. He couldn’t rid the memory from his mind. He reached into his pocket and took out the white rose Robert had tossed to him. The flower remained fresh and fragrant. Perfect petals in half bloom trapped with him in time.

How long had it been since someone had reminded him he was flesh? Reminded him he could want and feel things?

He suddenly had the urge to go see him again and found himself moving toward Robert’s home a few minutes later. Uncertain if it was the call or his own desires, he let himself find his way back toward the bus stop.

Hope. The luxury of such an emotion warmed the soul he’d thought dead. An invigorating yet unnerving sensation that twisted his gut and flooded him with energy. He found himself walking faster than usual, eager to see if Robert would be there. But what would he say if he was? And if he wasn’t, could he risk taking a peek at him again? The memory of bronze skin and white sheets sent a hungry shudder through him.

He rounded the corner to the bus stop. His heart sank at the sight of the empty bench and he looked down the road toward the apartment complex. He couldn’t very well explain how he knew where Robert lived if he happened to run into him there.

Disappointment bloomed. Another emotion that felt alien to him. The sharp sting of fading hope and the drop in his gut gave him a flutter of excitement. To feel again, even if it was such a grim emotion, was a thrilling concept.

Simon?” a voice called.

Death turned at the sound of Robert’s voice. Simon, the name was still a surprise to hear aloud.

He caught his breath as he took Robert in. Curls of dark hair falling around his face and eyes so alive with joy and life.

An unexpected surge of want seeped into his bones. To see him, touch him, to enjoy every inch of him. A knowing smile rippled across Robert’s lips, and Death pulled his eyes away.

I was hoping you’d show up here,” Robert said.

The plastic bags in his hand rattled, drawing Death’s attention to the groceries in Robert’s hands.

You left before we could talk.”

Death hesitated. “I had to work.”

Deliveries keeping you busy?”

No busier than usual, but I have deadlines,” he said motioning to the bags. “Would you like help?”

Sure.”

Death took half the bags from Robert and they walked toward the apartments down the street. He barely noticed the buzz of traffic over the excited flutter of his heart.

I’m out of a job for a while. Your place wouldn’t happen to be hiring, would it?”

Death winced. “You wouldn’t want my job, Robert. I rarely stay in one place long and it gets… very lonely.”

You just have to be more outgoing. Make some friends.”

Death said nothing and let Robert lead the way down the hall to his apartment.

Want to come in? You aren’t working now, are you?”

I’m always working, but I have a little time.”

Robert’s smile was infectious. So bright and open. Such expressions never fell on him. Such smiles were reserved for others. A deep ache hit Death. He had a job to do soon. For the first time he was considering what would happen if he didn’t. The world certainly couldn’t be any worse off if that smile stayed in it a bit longer.

Are you okay?” Robert asked stopping outside his door. “You have that expression on your face.”

What expression?”

That quiet, sad expression. You smiled, and then it was gone. I like it when you smile.”

I guess I haven’t had much to smile about in a long time.”

I’d like to make you smile more.” Robert laughed suddenly and pushed open the door. “Too corny?”

Death shook his head and stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind them. “No. Sweet.”

Robert stopped and turned to face him. “You think?”

He was so close Death could feel the warmth of his body. Intense, bright eyes stared back at him. Before he could think to stop himself, he closed the space between them. His lips brushed against Robert’s, soft and gentle, and the bags fell from numb hands. Robert’s eager lips opened to him, begging him to taste, and Death pulled him closer, his tongue exploring, devouring. The scent of him. The spicy splash of cologne mingled with a raw manly musk, so enticing. A deep ache of lust grew, spreading, building. Strong hands pulled him closer. He wanted….

Death gasped for breath and pulled away, stepping back from Robert. Clearing his throat, he took another breath to try and ease some of the hunger he hadn’t felt in so long. This was too much. He had to think.

I should go,” Death whispered.

Turning quickly he opened the door and left before he did something he’d regret.

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If you’d care to try for a free copy, this is what you can do to win.
Tweet the following: I want a free copy of @CMTorrens debut book #HisSoulToTake

The contest will run all day from 5am EST the 20th to 5am EST the 21st. A full 24 hours to get your name thrown into the hat. Random.org will choose the winner. I’ll announce soon after and contact the winner for their prize.