Broken by Raine Norman Launch Party Giveaway time!

February 19, 2014

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Hi guys!

In the early part of the novella, Oliver is upset when Joel says they should take a break. He vents his despair at the cost of some damage.

Have you ever broken something in a fit of temper, frustration or despair? Give your reply in comments and I will randomly select one lucky person to receive a free copy of Broken.

I will give you an instance when I broke something. I used to have a silly ornament called Egg Whip which was in the shape of an egg with a scrawny chicken’s head sticking out of it which was dressed to represent a jockey. I bought it as a joke as my now ex-husband had been a professional  racehorse jockey in the past. Well, I was dusting one day and I noticed the peak of the cap was broken. My ex was really clumsy and I was cross he’d broken it without telling me that he had. When I asked him about it, he denied that he had done the deed. Pretty weak defense really as there was only the two of us in the house!  Long story short, I got so cross at his denial that I snapped the head of the ornament and yelled that it was really broken now! LOL!

So, were you as daft as me by making a slightly damaged ornament only fit for the dustbin? Or have you got even funnier stories to tell? Tell your tales of destruction below for a chance to win a free copy of Broken! The winner will be chosen later tonight.

Edited to add – this giveaway is now closed but check out my blog as there may well be another chance to win when I guest blog at the weekend – full details will be put up there on Saturday! 

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Gingerbread Palace Release Day Author Q&A with @emlynley

December 11, 2013

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I  probably should have posted this a lot sooner!

Since I need to take a break for an evening class for a few hours, here’s your chance to ask me any questions about me, my books at Dreamspinner or anything about writing.

A comment here will also get you an entry for my second giveaway. I’ll be back later to answer questions.

 

Since I also did not do a proper self-introduction before, here’s a bit about me and my writing.

I’m EM Lynley, and everyone calls me “Em,” which is easier to say than “E M,” right?

I write only m/m erotic romance, and have been with Dreamspinner since 2009. Most of my work is contemporary, and just about all of it has a mystery/suspense element, since that’s my favorite genre to read.

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I am trying some new things and expect to be writing some paranormal/fantasy in the future!  I recently finished a BDSM mystery/suspense novel for Dreamspinner. I can tell you the research for that was fun!

I am a former economist, so many of my books have a financial element too. Now I’m living near San Francisco, and I’ve worked in London, Tokyo, and Washington, D.C.

Some of my guilty pleasures: 80′s music, the TV show White Collar, and just about anything that has coconut or watermelon in it.

What are some of your guilty pleasures? Got a question you want to ask about or any of my series or characters? If you’ve read any of my stories, I’d love to know what you thought of them.

 

Gingerbread Palace: It’s all about the firefighters! #gayromance #giveaway @emlynley

December 11, 2013

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So, why firemen?

The real question is why not?

I’ve enjoyed reading stories about firefighters for years (Chris Owen, Damon Suede, Andrew Grey, among others) and I realized there were plenty of great storylines to use between a chef and a firefighter. Once I decided to set the story at Christmas, it was so easy to find just the right story.

Firefighters are well-known in the United States for doing charity work, fundraising, almost anything that helps kids. If my chef is also big on working with a kids’ charity, it was the perfect place for them to find their interests overlapping.

I didn’t think much about the research before I started writing. I admit I don’t know much about firefighters, but I definitely wanted to understand what these men and women think and feel when they are doing their jobs.

A couple of years ago there was a terrible fire here in San Francisco and two firefighters were killed. It may not seem like much, but losing two men the same day greatly affected the entire area—the whole state. A huge funeral was held with 5,000 people in attendance. Friends, family and fellow firefighters spoke about the two men for hours.

What struck me most about the funeral—which was shown on live TV because it was a huge event for the city—was the kind of stories told about the men. Little anecdotes about how they helped people at a fire, or what they said while rescuing someone, or examples of how dedicated they were to their jobs. I realized I had a special glimpse into their world through the eulogies and stories.

 

When working on Gingerbread Palace, I watched firefighter training videos, read first-hand accounts of fires and injuries, and had a firefighter beta the story. I still don’t think I got enough into the mind of Kevin Flint to know how he thinks, but I do feel an even greater sense of respect for the dedication and sacrifice that firefighters make to help keep others safe.

I enjoyed the research and it affected me so much, I intend to write another story with firefighters. It may be more about Kevin and Alex, or another completely different set of characters, but firefighters are in my brain and I want to explore their world in much more detail.

Leave a comment to be entered in the giveaway

Do you enjoy firefighter stories in general? What are your favorite books about firefighters?

Did you want to be a firefighter when you were a kid?

Medieval Tales release party: an extract from Tale 2: “Battlefront”

November 17, 2013

I wanted to pour into this scene all the unfairness of war. Lovers that think the other dead or deathly injured, and that realize that their death would bring nothing to a supposedly great cause. Here you have the complete scene:


“Wyon!”

Wyon turned his head with care, having recognized Omar’s voice as the caliph rushed toward him. The caliph’s clothes were covered in blood, and the thought that Omar might be hurt made Wyon’s blood—or what was left of it—run cold with worry.

A tall man, dressed in black, stepped in the caliph’s path and took him by the arms, stopping him. Omar glared at his captor with such hatred it confused Wyon. But the man did not move or release Omar’s arms or his gaze.

The man in black yelled an order in Arabic, and the two or three in the room left immediately, bowing low, except for Duncan and Adam. Omar breathed unsteadily, straining against the tight grip, and Wyon noticed a silent plea in the caliph’s dark eyes to be set free.

The man holding Omar released him with a bow of his head. “Wyon!” Omar cried again, and he knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed, taking Wyon’s hand in his and squeezing tight. Wyon could see the worry clouding the caliph’s eyes.

The man who had stopped the caliph looked like a councilor, and he spoke in broken English with a prideful voice. “Amīr al-Mu’minīn shall not be seen by any Arab kneeling before another man”.

“Out!” Omar barked, turning his head toward the man in black. “Now!”

The man bowed low and left, clearly not disturbed by the caliph’s outburst. However, none of the four men remaining in the room gave him any attention.

“My love,” Omar whispered against Wyon’s cheek, rubbing his forehead tenderly against Wyon’s and tightening the grip of their joined hands.

Duncan lowered Wyon slowly back to the bed as Omar moved his head closer to his lover’s, and then Duncan signaled to Adam, who nodded. They moved quietly but before they reached the door, the caliph spoke.

“Duncan. Please send for Ahmed, the palace healer,” Omar asked without turning. “If he was able to make me walk again, he should be able to save Wyon.”

“It was he who treated Wyon’s wounds, my friend,” Duncan informed him quietly from the door, “but I will ask him to return.” Omar smiled in thanks without taking his eyes from Wyon.

“You.” Wyon struggled to breathe in, but the sword wound burned when he inhaled. “Are you….”

“Hush, my love.” Omar put trembling lips over Wyon’s own. “Do not talk. Rest.”

“Hurt! Are you. Hurt?” Wyon insisted, breathing deeply in pain.

Omar looked down at his blood-covered clothes, then back to him.

“How can you think of me first, when you are so obviously in much pain? No. I am not hurt. The battle has ended and I came running to you. Now please, rest. I will be here the next time you open your eyes, I swear.”

“Who won?” Wyon swallowed around the lump in his throat at the assurance Omar was unhurt. Omar looked at his lover with intense sadness.

“None won, Wyon,” Omar answered quietly. “As usual, both of us lose.”


Do you think Wyon realized the deep meaning of those words?

And of course. Our winner of a free copy of the “Medieval Tales” goes to the person that got closer to the real answer: Carolyn!! (Please write me to sauraunderscore @ gmail dot com to let you know how to pick up your copy). Congratulations! And thank you all for participating!! There’s still another (easier) chance to get a free copy of the “Medieval Tales

Medieval Tales release party: GIVEAWAY!

November 17, 2013

It’s time for a GIVE AWAY!!

The Medieval Tales scratches the cause of the Crusades (religious differences and the need to conquer the holy places to possess the soul of men) but centers more in the fact that there’s a war going: that men fight and die for reasons they are told to be honorable and sacred, but eventually forgetting why they are fighting, and obeying orders just to get another breath, to stay alive for just a little longer. Those who dreamed with a great world, full of noble feelings and thinking themselves the good ones against evil, suddenly discover they are killing fellow humans for nothing but a piece of land.

Omar the Caliph knows this truth, but Wyon Eastman asks him in a concrete moment of the story “Who won the battle?”

What do you think the Caliph answers? I’ll give away a free copy of the Medieval Tales to one person among those that get close enough to the answer (or that writes it right!).

In like an hour I’ll present you with the complete scene!

Win a Kindle or a Nook every Sunday during May!

May 3, 2013

Every Sunday during the anniversary month, we will give away two eBook readers of the winner’s choice! One will go to a customer who purchased books from us during that week. The other will go to one of the authors spotlighted that week.

Readers – Every Sunday we will draw one order from the orders placed that week, contact that customer, and they may choose a Kindle Paperwhite Wi-Fi or a Nook Simple Touch with GlowLight. (a $119 value)

Authors – Every Sunday we will draw the name of one of our authors featured during the previous week and they may choose a Kindle Paperwhite Wi-Fi or a Nook Simple Touch with GlowLight. (a $119 value)

May is the Dreamspinner Press anniversary month. Join us on Twitter, Facebook and Goodreads to take part of events, giveaways, and discounts.

Author Annoucements: April 30, 2013

April 30, 2013

Some of the events our authors are doing this week.

Mickie B. Ashling has been interviewed at Long and Short Reviews.  There’s a free book involved if anyone stops by to comment.

http://www.longandshortreviews.com/interviews/interview-and-giveaway-mickie-b-ashling/

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Random Acts of Promotional Kindness by Brita Addams

Something occurred to me when I shared the link to Jacob Flores recent chat on Dreamspinner’s Facebook page. What if more people shared links to chats, reviews, blog posts, the buy page for an author’s book? Readers, bloggers, publishers, and authors alike, sharing that which is important.

From this thought, I launched Random Acts of Promotional Kindness. The concept is simple – just share, like, retweet, add, follow, comment on blog posts, and otherwise help out your fellow authors. Encourage your readers toward other authors they might enjoy. Share a sale the publisher is having or a giveaway that a fellow author is sponsoring. Send readers to the stops on a fellow author’s blog tour. Readers, send your friends.

How can you help? Offer up guest blog spots on your blog, then promo the appearances. If you read a good book, let your readers know. Readers, follow your favorite authors, talk about their work, spread the word about their reviews and new releases. Even their old releases!

RAPK has a Facebook page, where anyone can post promotional goodies, with the hope that others will pick it up and pass it on. But that’s only a start. Carry the kindness over to your own pages as well.

Writing is a solitary pursuit, but promotion doesn’t need to be. We all know how difficult it is. I hope that we can help each other out, and make it a little more pleasant.

Celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day with us!

March 16, 2013

Find free downloads & bonus discounts by chasing the pot of gold and finding the special tokens in our scavenger hunt. Look for clues on Facebook, Twitter and Goodreads.

Find any of the following images hidden our site for novel and novella length free downloads from Rebecca Cohen, James Erich, Andrew GreyMia Kerick, L.J. LaBarthe, Isabelle Rowan, Claire RussettMeredith Shayne, and Tinnean.

Analyzing Emory– Release Party and Giveaway!

January 4, 2013

Hello all!

I’m Lily Grace and I’m thrilled to be holding a release party today for my first novel and first release with Dreamspinner Press, Analyzing Emory. I’ll be sharing some excerpts and a few other goodies throughout the day. Anyone who comments on any of my posts today will be entered to win an ebook copy of Analyzing Emory. Please include your email address in your comment so I know how to get in touch with you.

I’m working at the good ‘ol day job today (I mean, seriously, I don’t get a special book release vacation day?!), and though I have several posts all cued up and ready to go, it’ll probably be later in the day before I have the opportunity to reply to comments. So, thanks in advance for your patience!

I’m beyond excited to be part of the Dreamspinner family and to finally be able to share my book with you all today. I’d like to take a moment to thank L.C. Chase for creating such amazing cover art. It encapsulates all the feelings and elements I wanted in my book cover. I think it’s absolutely beautiful, so thank you so much L.C.!

First off, here’s what Analyzing Emory is about:

Blurb

When a family friend offers him the job of resident psychologist at Chicago’s GLBT Center, Kyle Michelson jumps at the chance to reinvigorate his career, move on from his recent breakup, and get his life back on track. Kyle hopes returning to the familiar territory of his hometown will do him good, but meeting Emory Brenner at a club changes everything.

Anything but familiar, Emory leaves Kyle breathless from the start. There’s just one problem: Kyle wants more than a one-night stand, Emory doesn’t do relationships, and neither man can resist the other. Luckily for Emory, he never has to see Kyle again. Or so Emory thinks until he runs into him while volunteering at the GLBT Center.

Kyle makes Emory want things he never thought he could have and chips away at secrets Emory has kept locked away for years. On the surface, Emory’s recovered from his past: he has a job at a record store and a roof over his head. But putting his trust in another person, having a relationship, means opening himself to more pain—and that is a risk he can’t take.

The first chapter can be found on the DSP website or on my blog, so I thought I’d start off today by sharing another excerpt. Enjoy!

Excerpt (PG)

Kyle cracked another egg into the mixing bowl and began to whisk vigorously. What the hell did he think he was doing? He shook his head and blew out a gust of air. He was making a delicious breakfast for his one-night stand, that’s what he was doing. It had been hard getting out of bed and leaving Emory still sleeping. Kyle had woken up with Emory still cradled in his arms and realized how much he missed waking up with someone. It also didn’t escape his notice how good if felt with Emory—specifically—in his arms. God, he looked like some sort of beautiful, dark angel while asleep.

Kyle rolled his eyes and scoffed at his own sappy notions. He considered himself a relatively romantic guy, but that was a pretty gooey thought even for him—especially since that thought was directed at someone he just met. Kyle was used to relationships, not random sex. Maybe that was why he had no idea how to do this. He still wasn’t quite sure what came over him last night when he decided to take Emory home. He hadn’t really expected anything when he walked through the doors of Spin, but as soon as he saw Emory he had felt an incredible magnetic pull. He couldn’t have said no. Not to him. Sure, Emory was perhaps the most beautiful man to ever grace Kyle’s sheets, but there was something else. Talk had been relatively limited, but something about Emory intrigued him. Those soulful eyes—he found himself aching to learn more about what was behind them.

As he cut up some veggies, Kyle couldn’t deny he wanted to get to know Emory better. But how did one go from a one-night stand to dating? Maybe he was even crazy for thinking it. He shrugged. Breakfast was as good a place to start as any.

Feelings aside, the sex had been—amazing just didn’t quite seem to cover it. It would be easy to become addicted to Emory’s perfect, lean body and pert ass. There were a few things about the evening that gave Kyle pause, though. Maybe it was all in his head, but Emory had seemed to shy away when things got too tender or intimate. When it felt like they were teetering on making love, Emory had looked almost panicked, quickly getting on his hands and knees and hurriedly prepping himself, effectively shifting things back to simple fucking. Maybe Kyle was reading too much into it. He wasn’t exactly an expert on casual sex. He refocused on dicing the tomatoes.

“H-hi.”

Kyle somehow managed not to slice his own finger off when Emory’s voice reached his ears. He stood a few steps inside the kitchen. He shuffled his feet and shoved his hands further into the pockets of his now-rumpled skintight jeans from the previous night. His face still had that doughy, flushed, post-sleep glow, and his black hair, now mostly devoid of product, curled ever so slightly below his ears and stood up in one or two odd places around the back of his head. It was all Kyle could do not to drag him back to the bedroom and do further ungodly things to him.

“Good morning. How’d you sleep?” Kyle managed to keep his suddenly raging libido in check and play the part of the good host.

Emory’s eyes widened. “Fine. Your bed’s really comfy.” He gave a small smile and his cheeks seemed to turn even rosier.

Kyle chuckled at that. “Yeah. I know firm mattresses are supposed to be better for your back. But I’ve always liked to sink right in and be surrounded by downy softness.” He smirked. “I can always go to a chiropractor if I have to, but I won’t give up my bed.”

Emory gave a brief smile, and then his eyes flitted toward the door. “Um, well, I better get going. It, um, it was nice to meet you, Kyle.” He ran a hand through his hair and tucked it behind his ear as he began moving hastily in the direction of the front door.

Kyle was frozen for a minute as he processed what was happening. The knife still in his hand clattered against the cutting board, and Kyle followed a swiftly retreating Emory.

“Wait a minute.” Kyle caught up to Emory and gently grabbed his arm before he could reach for the door handle. “Stay for breakfast.”

Emory’s mouth opened and closed, and for a moment he resembled a guppy. “I can’t. But thanks.”

“Do you really have somewhere you have to be?” Kyle gently pushed.

“Well, um, no, I just….” Emory got that panicked look on his face again, and Kyle let go of his arm.

“Don’t worry about it. If you’d rather not, that’s fine. I just¼ I thought it would be nice.” Kyle tried to give him a sincere smile without looking too disappointed.

“It’s not that I don’t want to.” Emory looked surprised at his own words. “I just, I don’t want you to go to any extra trouble. I mean, I certainly didn’t expect….” He trailed off, clearly not knowing how to proceed.

Kyle took a deep breath. He didn’t know how to do one-night stands, and it seemed Emory was a master of them but had no idea what to do the morning after. What a pair they made.

“It’s no trouble. I promise. We both have to eat, don’t we?” One side of his mouth quirked up. “Besides, I’d like you to stay. Really.”

Emory considered this, his lips still parted, his tongue darting out to moisten them. Then he slowly nodded.

“O-okay.”

“Great!” Kyle beamed and took the liberty of placing his hand on the center of Emory’s back, leading him back to the kitchen.

There were bar stools on the far side of the large granite-topped island that held the range top, and Kyle deposited Emory next to one of them. He had already set the table, but it would be easier for them to talk while he finished up breakfast with Emory sitting closer.

“Are eggs okay?” Kyle peered over his shoulder as he shoved the remaining veggies back in the crisper drawer in the refrigerator. “If not, I can make pancakes instead. I also have bagels, cereal, toast¼.”

Emory’s expression was one of bemusement and bewilderment as he perched himself on the nearest stool. “Eggs are just fine.”

“What do you want in your omelet, then? I have tomato, onion, green pepper, and mushrooms. There’s ham and bacon. And either feta or cheddar cheese.” Kyle looked at the little chopped piles, making sure he hadn’t missed any of the choices before looking up again at Emory.

He found his morning companion laughing softly. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“What?” Kyle looked down at the chopped food and back up at Emory.

“I thought you were a psychologist. Do you also moonlight as a brunch chef on occasion?”

Kyle blushed and ducked his head. Maybe he had gone a little overboard. But he loved to cook, and he hadn’t had anyone to cook for in a while.

“I just like to cook. And”—he shrugged—“I’m a big fan of brunch.”

He grinned at the man sitting at his kitchen counter. It was nice to see Emory’s impish smile and wit return. The shock of having “breakfast included” must be wearing off.

“So, what’ll it be?” Kyle wiggled his eyebrows.

“Um,” Emory chuckled. “Tomatoes, mushrooms, feta cheese, and just a little bacon on the side, please.”

“You got it.” Kyle poured some of the beaten egg mixture into the already-buttered skillet. “There’s coffee made and mugs are in the cabinet right above the pot, so help yourself.”

“Cool.” Emory gave him an appreciative smile and slid off his stool in a quest for caffeine.

A few moments later Kyle plated two perfectly formed omelets, added a side of bacon to Emory’s, and carried them over to the table. He placed the coffee pot on a trivet between the two place settings and scanned the table for anything he had missed.

“Wow. This looks so good.” Emory sat down at the table and immediately picked up a piece of bacon with his fingers and took a bite.

Kyle found he was terribly pleased Emory was so appreciative of his efforts in the kitchen. He smiled and sat down himself.

“Do you want juice? I have orange or cranberry.”

Emory swallowed his mouthful of bacon, and Kyle was briefly mesmerized by his bobbing Adam’s apple. “No, thanks. I’m good with just coffee.”

“Okay.” Confident that Emory had everything he needed, Kyle took off his hostess hat and dug into his omelet.

Kyle was amazed how hungry he was this morning. He guessed his impromptu workout the previous evening accounted for it. Images from the previous night quickly flooded his brain, and he swiftly lifted his coffee mug and took a large sip to hide the sudden arousal he worried was written all over his face. He surreptitiously watched Emory eat out of the corner of his eye. Kyle would kill to know what was going through the beautiful man’s head this morning.

TweetAway Rewind!

November 13, 2012

We are rerunning the last four days of our October TweetAways starting tomorrow. The same titles offered on Oct. 28-31 will be offered again for the 14 million without power courtesy of Hurricane Sandy. So if you missed them the first time, stay tuned on Twitter.https://twitter.com/dreamspinners