Release Party: “The Trust” – Artificial Romance?

June 18, 2012

Artificial intelligence (AI) is the subject of three of my favorite sci fi movies of all time:  “2001, A Space Odyssey,” “Blade Runner” and “The Terminator.”  All three movies involve self-aware computer “beings.”  Wherever you look, whether it’s in the toy store, on line communities, or science, AI is the big new thing.  My daughter just got a new iPhone that talks back to her (Siri).  So when my co-author, Venona Keyes, suggested a gay spy thriller featuring a microchip that is like a virtual hero, I said, “Way cool!”

The Trust” is the story of Jake Anders, who was recruited into a CIA-backed agency, The Michelson Trust, by Trace Michelson, the grandson of the agency’s creator and the agency’s current director.  The flesh and blood Trace trains Jake and ultimately asks Jake to participate in “Project Resurrection.”  Jake receives one of two prototype Sim chips, the “Trace Sim,” created using the life experiences and personality of Trace himself.  But when Trace is assassinated, all that remains of Trace is embodied in the microchip Jake now shares his mind with.   Or so it seems, until the Sim chip becomes Jake’s reality.

So what happens when you fall in love with the artificial recreation of a man?  And what happens when that artificial man becomes real?  For Jake, he begins to doubt that Trace is really dead, and he goes on a dangerous journey across continents to uncover the truth behind the legacy of Trace Michelson and, perhaps find Trace himself.  Along the way, Jake discovers that the Trace Sim is capable of far more than anyone ever realized.

Is there a happily ever after for Jake?  Yes.  Definitely.  It’s a romance!  How do we get there?  That’s the fun part.  You’ll have to read the book to find out! Interested?  Enter to win an ebook copy by commenting here.  Good luck! -Shira

Release Party: “The Trust” – Read an Excerpt (PG-13 Excerpt)

June 18, 2012

Hey y’all!  Here’s the blurb and an excerpt from my third release from Dreamspinner Press, “The Trust” which I co-authored with the lovely Venona Keyes.  It’s a sci fi romance/suspense thriller about a secret agent who races against time to learn the truth about the technology implanted in his body and the man he fell in love with ten years before. Not sure what that’s all about?  Think “gay James Bond with lots of cool gadgets.”  Oh, and a sweet HEA, of course!  Enjoy, and don’t forget to comment to be entered to win an ebook copy! -Shira

Blurb:   Eight years ago, Jake Anders was a college kid from the wrong side of the tracks. Then Trace Michelson recruited him into The Trust, a CIA-backed agency whose “executives” eliminate rogue biotechnology operations. Trace was everything Jake ever wanted in a man: powerful, brilliant, and gorgeous. But Jake never admitted his attraction to his mentor, and Trace always kept Jake at arm’s length.

Now Trace is dead and Jake is one of The Trust’s best operatives, highly skilled and loyal to the organization. But the secret agent has his own secret: six years ago, before he was assassinated, Trace designed a Sim chip containing his memories and experiences—and now that chip is part of Jake. It’s just data, designed to augment Jake’s knowledge, but when Sim becomes reality, Jake wonders if Trace is still alive or if Jake really is going crazy like everyone claims. He doesn’t know if he can trust himself, let alone anyone else.

To learn the truth about Trace and the chip, Jake embarks on a dangerous mission—except he’s not the only one looking for the information. Some of the answers are locked in his head, and unless he finds the key, he’ll be killed for the technology that’s become a part of him.

Now, more than ever, Jake wishes Trace were here to guide him. Too bad he’s dead… right?

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Pre-publication Excerpt, final version may change!

Chapter One: The Hitman is Hit

Shit. Shit, shit, shit!

Blood gushed from his leg, and for just an instant, he watched it with growing anger. Watched it, that was, until the adrenaline kick-started his brain and he realized he would die if he kept bleeding like this.

Gotta stop the bleeding, he thought with desperation.

He dragged himself to the women’s bathroom, pushed hard on the door, and stumbled in. Between the sound of the door slamming against the wall and the sight of all the blood, the startled women inside screamed and ran out.

Blood coated everything he touched. He leaned against a stall door, and it swung open under his weight. One hand applying pressure to the gunshot wound, he elbowed the toilet-paper holder. He fell to the floor and the roll sprang free. He placed the cheap one-ply paper over the wound and pressed down hard—it only took a minute before the roll was a deep crimson.

He tapped the microphone on his chest and shouted, “Agent down! I need an extraction, now!”

“Who’s down?” came the calm, even voice in his earpiece.

“I am. Sandoval fucking ambushed me. Caught me in the leg. Hit an artery.”

“Anders, where are you?”

“I—” He broke off, looking up to see a slender man leaning casually against the stall door, grinning at him. The Silver Fox, Jason Sandoval. Sandoval wasn’t Jake’s target, but it seemed as though Jake was his. Jake had always detested Sandoval. Now he knew why.

“So… there you are. Thanks for leaving me a trail of bloody breadcrumbs to follow.”

“Agent Anders, where are you?” the voice in his ear persisted. He ignored it.

“Looks like ya got a bleeder there, Anders.”

They had never been friends, but they had been colleagues. Now, Jake wanted nothing more than to blow the smirk off the other man’s face.

Fucking traitor.

“I’ve had worse,” Jake lied. If Sandoval wanted him dead, he’d probably only have to wait a few minutes for him to bleed out. But that wasn’t Sandoval’s style—he had never been a patient man, and Jake knew it.

“Not sure that’s true, but I admire your bravado.”

Again, the voice in his ear. “Agent Anders, who’s there with you?”

“What do you want, Sandoval?” Jake asked. He’d pretty much always suspected Jason Sandoval was insane. Now he was sure of it.

Who the hell is he working for? Foreign government? Private concern?

They had come here as a team, their mission to intercept a scientist who was in town for a conference. But things had gone horribly wrong. It had been a setup, the entire scenario. Three of their own agents had turned their guns against him and his backup team. But why?

Fucking traitors. All of them.

“Well, I could watch you bleed to death. Or I suppose I could just end it for you now. Seems a shame, though. You really were a first-class ops guy, Jake. Now your life is fading away, and I get to witness it.”

Jake slowly reached inside his pants.

“Now, now, Jake,” drawled Sandoval, “no cheatin’. Take that hand out of your pocket.”

“I’m trying to stem the bleeding at the pressure point.”

“Like hell.”

Jake withdrew his hand and flicked his wrist faster than the other man could follow, impaling him in the right eye with a knife. Sandoval staggered backward and out of the stall without uttering a word. Jake reached for his gun, but it was missing. When had he lost it? He needed to finish Sandoval off before he was the one lying on the floor with his brains blown out.

He heard the distinctive muffled “pflnk” of a silencer. With the last scrap of his energy, Jake pushed the stall door open in time to see Sandoval fall backward, hitting the tile wall and sliding onto the floor. He was dead.

“Jake,” came a familiar baritone voice. “Reduce your heart rate, just as I taught you. It will slow the bleeding.”

Jake closed his eyes, and in spite of the ice that flowed through his veins and the drowsiness that threatened to pull him under, he forced himself to meditate. He envisioned the frantic beating of his heart slowing down, imagined the damaged artery closing, the blood clotting, and the wound beginning to heal. The thundering rush of blood in his ears began to ebb, and the dizziness subsided. He slowed his breathing, and his heart steadied.

“Good work, Jake,” he heard the soothing voice say. “It isn’t your time to be with me. Not yet.”

“Agent Anders! Agent Anders!” He wanted to swat the microphone away, but he didn’t have the strength.

He blinked, trying to focus his uncooperative eyes on the figure that stood before him. “Trace?” he whispered as he passed out.

“Fucking traitor Sandoval,” Ryan Roberts growled from nearby.

“If Jake hadn’t killed him, I’d’ve gladly done it myself.” John Carson—Jake recognized the voice.

“He’s a damn lucky bastard.” Ryan’s voice again.

“Un-fucking-believable. Got that tourniquet on and still had the presence of mind to write the time on his leg,” added Carson.

“I gotta hand it to ’im—got Sandoval once in the eye, then turned around and shot ’im to make sure he was dead—all while he’s fuckin’ bleeding to death.”

“Gentleman, Agent Anders needs to rest.” A woman’s voice this time: soothing, no-nonsense, and familiar.

“Sorry, Dr. Carroll.” Carson sounded embarrassed, but Jake could hear the note of concern in his gruff voice. “We just wanted to be here when Jake wakes up.”

“He will regain consciousness when his body’s ready. He’s lost a lot of blood, and he’s been in surgery.”

“We’ll wait,” Ryan replied. Jake almost smiled to hear the stubbornness in Ryan’s voice.

“Agent Roberts, Agent Carson, the director has called a meeting, and you both need to be in attendance.” Stephanie Carroll’s voice was now commanding.

Jake felt a strong hand squeeze his shoulder. “You better get your lazy ass outta here, Anders, or I’m gonna have to beat the crap outta ya.” The sounds of chairs scraping the floor and fading footsteps followed Ryan’s words.

“It’s all right, Agent Anders. They’re gone,” Jake heard a few minutes later.

The dim light of the room was too bright. Jake squinted, blinked several times, and slowly opened his eyes. He had a splitting headache.

“Welcome back to the world of the living, Jake.”

Jake attempted to smile back at the gentle-voiced doctor, but it came out more like a grimace.

“Are you in pain?”

“My head feels like it’s gonna explode.”

“I’ll give you something.”

Jake watched as the tiny woman took a syringe and injected it into the IV in his arm. He felt warmth radiate from the site of the line as his muscles relaxed and the pounding in his head began to lessen.

“Thanks. I think I feel less ‘vincible’ now,” he said, managing a lopsided grin.

She smiled at him. “Jake, I really can’t tell you how impressed I am with the skills you exhibited under the extreme pressure of the situation.”

“I had help.”

“Oh?”

“The Trace Sim. He told me to slow down my breathing and meditate. I imagined my artery knitting itself back together.”

“Impressive. I didn’t think the simulation microchips were so detailed in their programming.”

Jake shrugged. “Neither did I. It’s like he was right there in front of me.”

“When our bodies are under acute stress, we often imagine things,” she replied in a kind but patronizing tone.

Jake guessed that she’d heard the recording of his call for help and had wondered why he’d spoken Trace Michelson’s name.

“He seemed so real. Not like the usual Sim.”

Her answer was what he’d expected and hoped for: reassuring and kind. “The brain is an amazing organ. In times of severe stress, it can be a powerful tool to ensure survival.”

The tension in his shoulders abated with her words.

She’s right. It was probably a combination of the Sim and my own imagination. Either way, it worked, right?

She offered him a sympathetic smile. “You need to rest.” She checked the IV and made a notation on the chart at the foot of his bed.

She turned to leave, then paused as if considering something. “You know, Jake,” she said with a contemplative hand to her chin, “applying a tourniquet made from the toilet roll spindle and your torn shirt was quite remarkable, given the extent of your injury. But you didn’t really need it—the artery had already begun to heal on its own. It appears Dr. Michelson’s techniques are more effective than we originally thought. Quite fascinating.”

“Tourniquet?” It was the second time someone had mentioned it since he’d regained consciousness. But he didn’t remember a tourniquet, let alone applying one to himself in the heat of the moment.

“The one you placed on your leg before you lost consciousness.”

“I don’t remember that. The last thing I remember is Trace.”

“Writing the time you placed the tourniquet on your leg required true presence of mind, Jake,” she continued, undaunted. “We were able to quickly ascertain how long the circulation had been compromised.”

“I don’t remember that either.” He frowned.

She gave him another reassuring smile. “You really must get some rest now. I’ll be back to check on you later. Would you like something to drink?”

“Something more than ice chips?” he asked with a hopeful expression.

“I’ll see that you get some water.”

“Thanks.” He closed his eyes. He heard her walk out of the room and close the door behind her.

Tourniquet? Writing the time on my leg? And who killed Sandoval? I couldn’t have shot him; I didn’t have my gun….

It made no sense. An image of the man with dark hair and slate-blue eyes filled Jake’s mind. He’d seen that face many times while training with his Sim. He had known the real man himself years before—Trace Michelson had recruited Jake into the Trust. But for years, it had been only a virtual Trace who had inhabited his mind, training him, sharing his knowledge with his host as all Sims did.

This was different. He was so… real.

He forced his eyes open again and stared up at the ceiling. The gray acoustic tiles provided him with no answers.

“Idiot,” he muttered as he fought the overwhelming urge to sleep. “Of course he wasn’t there. He’s been dead for nearly five years.”

Release party: “The Trust”

June 18, 2012

Welcome to release day for “The Trust,” by Dreamspinner Press authors Shira Anthony and Venona Keyes.  Please join us today for excerpts and an ebook giveaway contest, and read a little about the inspiration for this gay spy thriller/romance.

Throughout the day, Shira and Venona will be talking about their book and posting excerpts.  Enter to win a free ebook copy (format of your choice) by commenting here or on Shira’s website, www.shiraanthony.com A winner will be drawn at midnight on June 18th.

Coming Up and Contest Question

April 26, 2012

I think it’s almost bedtime for me, even though I guess most of the people who will want to take part in the contest are just getting started with their evenings. Timezones are such funny things.

I wanted to talk a little bit about what’s to come. I was writing a lot last year and so far this year not that much, but I’ll get back to writing more actively soon, I hope. The writing I did last year and early this year has really paid off.

The next release I have coming up is book one of my shifter series. The series’ name is Finnshifters and the first book is called Chuffed. I’m working on book three and I’ve submitted book two, so they’re all coming up eventually, hopefully every few months or so. How many books are in the series? Probably four or five. Unless something new pops up.

Finnshifters is my take on the shifter genre. In my world, there are only “cats and dogs” as far as shifters are concerned, and it’s otherwise pretty much a regular world, just with shifters who live in secrecy. The series is a bit different, at least I think so, and the setting is Finland, which makes it unique in the M/M-genre. I hope you all will like it, at least I really do.

Another new thing I have coming up is a new novel. The working title is Technically Dead, and it’s about a young human who fell in love with a really old vampire and they ended up changing each other’s lives. The story begins in present day, where they haven’t seen each other in a decade and much has happened in between. And then much more happens and things change even more, you know the deal!

Chuffed will be out in May-June and Technically Dead in July-August. When I have the official dates, I’ll post them on my blog, which you can find from my website.

Since it is my bedtime, it’s also time for me to give you the last contest-question!

Because my upcoming shifter series, I want to know what kind of shifter you would want to be if you had to choose? It doesn’t have to be a feline or a canine breed, it can be whatever you like. Tell me why you chose this kind of animal and email me at tiafielding at gmail dot com with the two other answers to the previous questions.

When I have the contest winners, I’ll post them to my Facebook page and my blog. This should happen no later than Wednesday, May 2nd. If I don’t get many answers, I’ll extend the contest deadline and probably post it to a few other places too, just to get a few more emails to toss into the mix.

It has been fun, rambling along today! Let’s do this again some time, shall we?

Have a nice spring, everyone!

- Tia Fielding

Tia Travels Again!

April 26, 2012

I used to travel a lot as a kid. My family went through a holiday destination every year or every two years from the time I was six-ish to when I was fifteen. After that I’ve only gone abroad once, for my language course in England when I was sixteen.

I’m a low-income person, so I don’t have money to travel these days. I’d really love to go to the larger events and cons in the US, but the tickets are ridiculously expensive and I just can’t. Maybe one day. At least the thought will keep me writing!

Because I can’t go as far as the US, I decided to aim closer. There’s this event this year, the UK GLBTQ Fiction Meet, in Brighton, UK. It takes place in September, and I’m really looking forward to it. My sister, she’s 14, is coming with me and she insists we go to London as well.

It wasn’t like she had to twist my arm… I mean I loved the few things I had a chance to see in London when I was there on a day-trip during my language course. I adore The Tower of London. I also want to go see The London Dungeon again.

Because my sister is a huge Harry Potter-freak, we’re also going to go to the Warner Bros. Studio Tour London. It’s going to be amazing and a treat even for me who haven’t actually read all the books or seen all the movies. I’ll have to before I go there, though. Not because of spoilers but because my dear friend who is probably coming with us will flay me if I don’t… You know who you are. ;)

These are my travel plans for the future. I’m probably taking a little road trip (cue 5 hours of driving and bad singing. At least I’m doing it alone, eh?) soon to see relatives and friends in another part of Finland, but that doesn’t count, really. Because there needs to be an airplane involved for it to be a proper trip!

Contest-question number two: If you could travel abroad right this minute, where would you go and why?


Tia and Music, the Love Story.

April 26, 2012

I think I’ve always loved music. It is a huge inspiration and most of my stories tend to have songs or playlists. I’ve posted the playlist for my first novel By Any Other Name to my blog. You can find it here.

One of my first memories of a specific band or song comes from when I was about three years old. My mom had bought this new C-cassette of this Finnish band and we were listening to it in the car while driving to or from my grandparents’ house.

Since then, I’ve never really stopped listening. There was a boy band-period when I was about ten years old. Yes, it all started from this song.  New Kids On The Block forever! It’s been twenty years and I still remember the lyrics.

After the boy bands (also Take That, they were awesome!), I went punk-ish, but also listened to rock music. I remember this period where I listened to a lot of things, and during it I was on a vacation with the family in Turkey when I was about fourteen. I was sunbathing near the pool of our hotel with my Walkman and my cassettes and my favorite songs that week in the sun were anything from Oasis, Aerosmith, Green Day, Offspring and yes, Take That.

There have come periods in my life when I’ve listened to a certain kind of music for a long time, but I’ve always gone back to Green Day eventually. In 2010 I had the opportunity to go see them live in Helsinki, here in Finland. The funny thing was, I took my kid sister with me, and I suddenly realized I’d been a fan for a longer time she had been alive. Where did all those years go?!

Mike Dirnt of Green Day in Helsinki.

Lately, and I’m thirty now, I’ve cultivated my extremely random taste in music a little. I know instantly what I like, and I know what I won’t touch with a stick. So anything from Eminem to Dave Matthews Band to Muse to Linkin Park and Mozart, I’ll be there. I said cultivated, not “stopped being random”.

I have a favorite song at the moment. While I don’t like the original, I greatly enjoy this Glee version (by the lovely Darren Criss and the even more lovely Matt Bomer) of Somebody That I Used to Know (originally by Gotye ft. Kimbra).

And here’s my first contest-question: What’s been playing in your head or your player lately? You know that one song you can’t stop listening whether you like it or not?

Remember to collect all three questions (the other two are coming later today) and email them in one email to me at tiafielding at gmail dot com to win some nice prizes listed in a previous post!

Contest Details!

April 26, 2012

For the contest, I have figured out a few prizes.

Here we go:

1. Any three (3) of my Dreamspinner Press e-books (including my next release, Finnshifters 1: Chuffed).

2. A special package from yours truly via mail (this is valid worldwide and will contain something special) AND one (1) e-book of mine from Dreamspinner Press (not including any future releases).

3. A $15 gift card to All Romance Ebooks.

4. One (1) of my ebooks from Dreamspinner Press (no future releases).

I’ll randomly pick four people, and they get to pick a prize of the above four. So the first person can pick one, and the second can pick one of the remaining three and so on and so forth until there are no prizes left. Is this clear enough?

What you need to do to qualify to win is to follow my posts today. I’ll put three questions into the posts (they will be marked, don’t worry) and then you will have to email me your answers. There are no right or wrong answers, they’re open questions and I will pick the winners randomly, but you will have to answer all three to qualify.

My email is tiafielding at gmail dot com, and that’s where you need to send your answers.

If you get here later than tonight, don’t worry. You have until midnight of April 29th to take part and send in your answers. (I’ll check them my Monday night, which means anyone anywhere will have time to THEIR Sunday night.)

The first contest question will be posted soon-ish. :)

I can't wait to see these outside. So far there's only snow, but at least it's melting!

“No Quarter” Day – Titles and Languages and a Giveaway.

April 3, 2012
It’s getting on towards my bedtime here in Australia, so before I go for the night, I leave you all with a giveaway. Leave your name and email address in a comment to this post and when I get up in the morning, I’ll announce the winner of a copy of “No Quarter.”
And just how did “No Quarter” get its title?
Well, basically, titles are my nemesis. “No Quarter” went through over twenty titles before my good friend, Meredith Shayne (author of “Equilibrium” also out with Dreamspinner Press) suggested “No Quarter.” It fit perfectly, especially as I’d just written a line about Gabriel giving no quarter in war and no quarter in love. I love my characters, like all authors do, and I wanted them to have a title that reflected the story and their personalities. So when “No Quarter” was put to me, it was very much a lightbulb moment.
Some of the other titles the novel had that just didn’t suit at all included “Craving to Entwine,” which made me *cringe*; “Masquerade of Stars,” “Flying for Lovers,” another that made me cringe, but it might get used in something else. “Hope Remains,” “Angels Speak in Dark and Light,” which was a little too close to one of my favourite books, “Creatures of Light and Dark” by Roger Zelazny, and so it was definitely a no.
“No Quarter” was Meredith Shayne’s 4am brainstorm, and her thoughts matched mine as soon as I saw it. No quarter is given in wars/battles between angels and demons; no quarter is given in love, when it’s the possessive, primitive sort of love that Michael and Gabriel have.
Now, because my Archangels represent all the races of humanity, and Michael is Chinese with Gabriel being British with a love of Russia, I wanted them to have pet names in Chinese and Russian. The Russian was easy enough, I’d researched Russian pet names and swear words several years ago for a role playing game, and I remembered the affectionate <I>solnyshko</I> and <I>solnyshko moyo</I> for (loosely translated) ‘my sun’ or ‘sun of my life.’Finding the Chinese pet names for lovers was a little harder.
I’d studied Mandarin Chinese in high school, but I don’t remember a lot of it, much to my regret. So, I did a lot of Googling to find the right terms, because I am big on research, and found a site where you could ask a Chinese speaker to translate things. Someone had already asked about terms of endearment, happily for me, and the answer was <I>da bao</I>, which means ‘big treasure.’ Perfect!
Thanks again for reading along, everyone, and don’t forget to leave a comment with your name and email address to go into the running to win a copy of the novel!

It’s getting on towards my bedtime here in Australia, so before I go for the night, I leave you all with a giveaway. Leave your name and email address in a comment to this post and when I get up in the morning, I’ll announce the winner of a copy of “No Quarter.”
And just how did “No Quarter” get its title?
Well, basically, titles are my nemesis. “No Quarter” went through over twenty titles before my good friend, Meredith Shayne (author of “Equilibrium” also out with Dreamspinner Press) suggested “No Quarter.” It fit perfectly, especially as I’d just written a line about Gabriel giving no quarter in war and no quarter in love. I love my characters, like all authors do, and I wanted them to have a title that reflected the story and their personalities. So when “No Quarter” was put to me, it was very much a lightbulb moment.
Some of the other titles the novel had that just didn’t suit at all included “Craving to Entwine,” which made me *cringe*; “Masquerade of Stars,” “Flying for Lovers,” another that made me cringe, but it might get used in something else. “Hope Remains,” “Angels Speak in Dark and Light,” which was a little too close to one of my favourite books, “Creatures of Light and Dark” by Roger Zelazny, and so it was definitely a no.
“No Quarter” was Meredith Shayne’s 4am brainstorm, and her thoughts matched mine as soon as I saw it. No quarter is given in wars/battles between angels and demons; no quarter is given in love, when it’s the possessive, primitive sort of love that Michael and Gabriel have.
Now, because my Archangels represent all the races of humanity, and Michael is Chinese with Gabriel being British with a love of Russia, I wanted them to have pet names in Chinese and Russian. The Russian was easy enough, I’d researched Russian pet names and swear words several years ago for a role playing game, and I remembered the affectionate <I>solnyshko</I> and <I>solnyshko moyo</I> for (loosely translated) ‘my sun’ or ‘sun of my life.’ Finding the Chinese pet names for lovers was a little harder.
I’d studied Mandarin Chinese in high school, but I don’t remember a lot of it, much to my regret. So, I did a lot of Googling to find the right terms, because I am big on research, and found a site where you could ask a Chinese speaker to translate things. Someone had already asked about terms of endearment, happily for me, and the answer was <I>da bao</I>, which means ‘big treasure.’ Perfect!
Thanks again for reading along, everyone, and don’t forget to leave a comment with your name and email address to go into the running to win a copy of the novel!

Quick Final Note: The contests end… And a few sentences of not-quite-sex from Delsyn’s Blues

January 2, 2012

… three days from today, which will be Thursday 1/5. So if you haven’t entered, there’s time, and if you have, please be patient.

As long as I’m here, a teeny little titilating excerpt from Delsyn’s Blues:

Sonny looked at him and he got warm. More than a little. Sonny’s hair, wet and dark, sending rivulets meandering down his just-cut-enough belly, pooling in his navel and in the hollows inside his hip bones, then soaking into the rough white towel he’d wrapped around and tucked at the waist. Luki’s breath went a little ragged, and he raised his eyes from the spectacle to find Sonny watching him back.

Sonny’s eyes had that look. The one that said “take me, you’re in charge,” but conveyed clearly that he knew Luki was twisted right around his finger. Or his dick. Didn’t so much matter which. Luki didn’t really care who had whom by the balls, so to speak, and he could play too. He licked his fat lips, knowing quite well what that did to Sonny. “Come here,” he said, not so much a request as an offer.

Sonny rolled his eyes, but it didn’t mask the heat rising up his neck. “What, again?”
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Whatever books you’re spending time with now, folks, happy reading. Au Revoir!

The big red dog—or how readers helped write Delsyn’s Blues, part 2 (Oh yeah, and another contest)

January 2, 2012

Back on June 20, 2011, on this very blog, a release party was in progress for book 1, Loving Luki Vasquez. In introduced my assistant, Boudreau. Here’s one of his pics, for those who haven’t yet met him:

Several readers/party attendees commented on the subject of cats and dogs in general, and I mentioned that I thought Vasquez and James might acquire a dog in Delsyn’s Blues. That led to “name that dog” contest at my Goodreads author blog. Now, Bear is a chow-mix totally devoted to Luki, despite Luki’s best efforts to discourage him. Here’s the picture readers used to name the new, bulky, four-legged character:

And another contest!

My last post was an excerpt. Tell me the name of the boat Sonny was driving, and their destination, and your in the running for ebook copy of Delsyn’s Blues. (If you entered the other contest, you can enter this one, too, but you can only win once, okay?)
Like before, answer in a comment here, or email me direct at lou(dot)sylvre(at)gmail(dot)com. Please enter! I love contests!