Loving Luki Vasquez Release Party: Contest! (#1)

June 20, 2011

As I said, it’s time to get the ball rolling with some friendly competition.

Here are the rules: none, really.

Here’s the question: What is Luki Vasquez former occupation? Okay, I’ll admit that’s pretty easy, if you’ve read the blurb, so to be in the running for a prize, answer part two as well: He worked for an organization referred to by three initials—what do they stand for? (If you don’t know, be creative!)

And these are the prizes: First contestant that answers both questions correctly wins an autographed paperback copy of Loving Luki Vasquez. Second person to get both answers right receives an e-book in the format of their choice. Everybody else who answers both parts right gets their name in a hat for the last prize of the day. (And I promise to draw the name fairly! I’ll have Boudreau do it. You’ll meet him a bit later.)

Let the games begin!

Loving Luki Vasquez—release party!

June 20, 2011

Loving Luki Vasquez Cover

Hi everybody and welcome to the party!

My name is Lou Sylvre, and Loving Luki Vasquez is my first book with Dreamspinner Press. It’s M/M romance, contemporary with a bit of an edge. (This is also my first virtual release party, but I’m already having fun.) Before I go any further, I want you to know a little bit about the novel. Read on—here’s the blurb from the Dreamspinner Press website.

“Reclusive weaver Sonny Bly James controls every color and shape in his tapestries, but he can’t control the pattern of his life—a random encounter with Luki Vasquez, ex-ATF agent and all-around badass, makes that perfectly clear. The mutual attraction is immediate, but love-shy Sonny has retreated from life, and Luki wears his visible and not-so-visible scars like armor. Neither can bare his soul with ease. While they run from desire, they can’t hide from the evil that hunts them. After it becomes clear that a violent stalker has targeted Sonny, Luki’s protective instincts won’t let him run far, especially when Sonny’s family is targeted as well. Whether they can forgive or forget, Sonny and Luki will have to call a truce and work together to save Sonny’s nephew and fight an enemy intent on making sure loving Luki Vasquez is the last mistake Sonny will ever make.”

In a little while, I’ll post an excerpt, but right now, I’d like to get the party started with a contest. It’s easy to participate—just comment under the next post.

Starting right now, if you have questions or thoughts about Loving Luki Vasquez or about me, my writing, whatever—I’m anxious to hear from you. Comment here after any post, and let’s talk. (If you’re at the Dreamspinner facebook page, you may have to come here to the blog to comment.)
Now, for that contest…

A Devil’s Own Luck Party About Me

June 13, 2011

Hello again,

I figured since I am new to all of this, and there aren’t interviews or anything out there about me as yet, that I would include a little blurb in case you’re interested.

I am a native of the Northern Virginia/ Washington DC metropolitan area.  If any of you have ever lived here, you’ll know how rare that actually is because the region is so transient.

I live in a lovely, cedar-sided home, surrounded by trees, just a little removed from the hustle and bustle of our nation’s capitol, with my husband, our fuzzy, not-so-little ragdoll kitty named Blue and a giant pile of fur and drool named Munch. He’s a Leonberger and if you know the breed, you know what I mean. (See Below)

I divide most of my days between writing and sewing… and never-ending home improvement projects.  My alter-ego is an art-quilter who takes on custom sewing gigs to pay the bills… well a couple of bills anyway.

I don’t know if I should admit this because then you’ll know just how ‘green’ I am to the whole author gig, but I haven’t been writing for very long at all.  Oh sure, like most writers I had stories in my head growing up, and I loved to read, but I never actually tried to write anything other than school papers until last year. “A Promise of Tomorrow” was in fact my first baby, published by Dreamspinner last September, and I was very very happy with its success, both with readers and reviewers. I can only hope that that warmth of welcome I received will continue with my second novel. *crosses fingers*

Since then, I have been published in Dreamspinner’s “Riding Double” Anthology with another historical, their “Uniform Appeal” Anthology with a change in gears to a contemporary, and a novella just released June 1st for Dreamspinner’s “First Time for Everything” Daily Dose called “Cherries on Top”, also a contemporary.

I did not do a release party for my first novel because I was on my honeymoon at the time in Scotland and I was kind of distracted.  So I’m going to do my best to make it up for lost time with this one.

I hope I’m doing okay and you’ve enjoyed a little peek at me.

Links to me:

author bio on Dreamspinner’s website including email if you want to send me a note directly




A Devil’s Own Luck- Excerpt One

June 13, 2011

Okay, so you know it’s out and you’ve read the blurb on the official Dreamspinner new release page, now it’s time for the teaser.

This one’s fairly PG, nothing too naughty just yet.  I’ll be pulling a steamier snippet for later but I want to take my time and make sure you’re warmed up first. LOL



It was quiet in the alley for several long moments before William heard footsteps coming closer and pushed himself further into the shadowed doorway. The two men made their way past him and back up the street, side by side, but no other words were exchanged. He could tell by the stiffness of the shorter man’s shoulders, outlined in the lamplight, that he was not at all pleased, but he still followed Graves back to the club without further protest while William took a moment to absorb what he had heard.

He was not at all certain whether he was pleased or disappointed that the attractive young man was not Henry Bradshaw. On the one hand, it meant that he was not the young man who had attempted to seduce and despoil his niece, but on the other, it also meant that William had no real reason to pursue Stephen any further, most particularly now that he knew the man’s relationship to Graves. Tempted as he might be to steal Graves’s paramour, William needed to concentrate on getting the letters from Bradshaw, and angering the man’s cousin and only connection in society probably would not get him what he wanted.

William was still a little shocked that Graves would have the audacity to invite his paramour to his club, and agreed with Stephen’s assessment that the man might just be a little mad. Stephen definitely showed more wisdom and discretion than his keeper; that was certain. Shaking himself out of his preoccupation with the man, William made his way back to the club at a leisurely pace, stopping to order another drink and chat with a few casual acquaintances on his way back to the game room. By the time he returned, Graves’s circle had dispersed and the men were scattered about the room, most sitting down for a run at the tables.

He spied Stephen in the back corner, drinking a glass of wine and staring at nothing, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Despite the knowledge that he was merely Graves’s kept man, William still found himself drawn to the young spitfire. Everything he had seen and heard spoke of a sharp wit and passionate nature, and William had to admit that that called to him, perhaps even reminded him a little of himself at that age. Stephen certainly had the speech and manners of someone much higher in station than one would normally find in the role of paramour. His clothes might not be as fine a cut as his companions’, and William could detect a slight Northern accent in his speech from time to time, but the lad still had an air of education and refinement about him that was surprising.

William shook himself again and forced his eyes away from Stephen, scanning the room once more. He found Graves and the thin, sour-faced man he assumed must be Bradshaw seated at a table together near the middle of the room, and made his way toward them. As he approached the table, Alfred Wallis, a casual acquaintance, hailed him jovially and offered William his seat.

“Come, Carey! I am done for the night. Commerce has killed me, to be sure. My darling Emma will have my hide if I lose any more to my fine fellows here,” he said, a pained grin splitting his round face.

“Thank you, Wallis. I will be delighted to take your place. My evening has just begun, so I still have plenty to lose to these fine gentlemen before I make my way to my bed,” William answered with a bland smile for everyone at the table.

Just as William sat down, he caught an exchange of glances between Graves and his cousin, and a slight smile curved Graves’s lips. The smile immediately put William on edge. There was something predatory about it that he recognized all too well, and after a few rounds of play, he realized why. The two men were working together, so subtly that only someone with his experience in these matters would even begin to guess what they were playing at.

They were skilled. William had to admit that Graves was cleverer than he had given him credit for. Either that or Bradshaw was the architect behind their little scheme. But William had spent years playing with men for whom cheating was a matter of course— expected, even—and these green boys were not clever enough to get the better of him for long. William smiled to himself. He would play booty to these fellows long enough for them to become careless, and that was when he would make his move. If all went well, he would have the letters in his hands before the break of day.

The play continued and became more intense, the bids and pots climbing higher and higher. They soon had a bit of an audience, as the other tables emptied and men gathered to watch. William noted with pleasure that Stephen was now among them, watching the game closely. Now that he was closer, William was finally able to see that Stephen’s eyes were a lovely shade of amber, rimmed in dark brown— beautiful, even when they were radiating concern and exasperation, as they were now.

Stephen must have felt William’s regard, for he looked up suddenly, and warm amber met William’s steel-gray. William held his gaze for several moments with a lazy smile and a quirked eyebrow. When William did not look away, Stephen’s jaw hardened and his eyes narrowed. William was not certain if the lad was attempting to look forbidding, but if he was, he was failing miserably. With lips so lush and full, the scowl was more sensual than forbidding, and the fire sparking in his eyes only made William want to take him somewhere private and watch that angry fire melt into the heat of desire… then desperate need… those plush lips softening even further, swollen with passion and kisses….

As William’s eyes hooded at the thought, the young man’s expression turned wary, his own eyes widening and quickly breaking away.

Yes, little lamb. There is a wolf in the wood.

After only a moment, however, he saw Stephen square his shoulders and raise his chin, meeting William’s eyes again in angry defiance.

The lamb has teeth, he thought with pleasure, then sobered as he realized he should not be playing these games in the middle of his club. He had just named Graves a fool for his indiscretion, and now here he was, doing the same. Gritting his teeth, William returned his attention to the play. He did not have time for games of that sort just now, and if Graves had brought the lad as a distraction, William was not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had succeeded.

A Devil’s Own Luck Release Party!

June 13, 2011

Hello All and welcome to my first release party!

I’m Rowan McAllister. “A Devil’s Own Luck” is my second Regency Era Historical novel published with Dreamspinner Press and I’m very excited to see it makes its way into the world.

I will be posting a little here and there throughout the day and keeping up with Dreamspinner’s Facebook page comments as well so please join me when you can for further posts that will include excerpts from this book as well as a contest to win an autographed copy of the print release or a copy of the eBook!

The contest posted earlier this morning so go ahead and start commenting for your chance to win.

I would love to hear from any of you who have questions or comments.  I know I’m still relatively new to the whole shebang so I’m not well-known as yet.  Hopefully, between you and me, we can change that.

Marked Yours Release party-Big Thank You!

May 23, 2011

You guys rawk and are awesome! Thank you so much for popping in through out the day!

I’m finally coming here live from northeast Ohio and apparently there is some huge storm rolling in. Looks like the Tribe might be a rainout tonight…urgh

Hopefully my you-know-what won’t get kicked off line. I’ll be hanging around for a few more hours if possible and will be going through all the wonderful comments and questions.

Thanks so much to everyone for stopping in, this really means a lot to me.

Off to pull in lawn furniture then will be responding to comments/questions.

I hope you all enjoy my little story.


ps check the comments section of this post for contest winners and another opportunity to win free stuff!

The meaning of Nick’s collar and brand

May 23, 2011

On the cover we see Nick kneeling beside Todd. He’s wearing a collar, a symbol of slavery in this world. Slaves are required to wear their collars in public, but wearing one continually and in private gives it a different, deeper meaning. Slave collars can also show the world a master and slave have more to their relationship. Nick’s collar is a symbol of what their relationship is and what it means to each man. He’s very proud of his collar.

Just like there are different types of jewelry there are different kinds of collars. To Todd it has always been of paramount importance that Nick has a good home, along with that he wanted Nick to have a nice collar. Some slaves wear simple or inexpensive collars. Others, like Nick, are given collars that are more personalized for both owner and slave.

For Nick his collar not only indicates he’s a slave, but ties him to Todd in a very personal way.

In this world slaves are branded with the initials of their owners. Nick has an extra brand, the one on his chest that helps protect him and shows the world he’s a sentry. A crucial part of the book is how Todd and Nick feel about these brands. I think readers might be surprised to find out their opinions.

My friend, Terry, whipped me up a cool bookmark design. Leave me a comment or ask a question to any of the posts here and then send your mailing address to elizabeth.noble19@gmail.com and when I get them (I’m just waiting for them to be delivered) I’ll send them along.

I think she did a pretty cool job!

Who are these masked men?

May 23, 2011

Well, first of all they don’t really wear masks.

Even though they live extraordinary lives and have a very unusual job they’re really average guys. Each one comes into their relationship with his own hopes, wants and dreams like all of us.

A few centuries ago many courtships and marriages were carried on and kept alive through correspondence. People wrote to friends who became lovers then partners. In a way the internet has taken us back to the days of letter writing. Todd and Nick had no contact with one another until the day Nick turned twenty-two, that’s when they officially met.

Before that, however, they saw one another from a distance and were able to exchange letters. So, they come to their pre-arranged lives as master and slave with some knowledge of who each other are. Like anyone else they’ve developed opinions, expectations, hopes and wants. They know enough about each other to know they want to learn more.

They don’t know so much that they aren’t a little unsure of how things will go once they’re together for real.

The master/slave relationship is very complicated. Todd is not simply Nick’s master. He wants a partner, someone who loves him and whom he can love. Nick has a very special talent. He needs a home, someone who he can call family and someone who will help him use his gift, not abuse him. They’re paired up and bonded as master and slave when both are young children. Those who decided on the pairing had very specific reasons for putting these two guys together in life. Neither has a choice in their path through life. They need to work together to make their own way, a life together and find happiness.

Todd loves to cook, which is lucky for him since Nick loves to eat. He’ll freely admit that Nick might be the slave, but he’s most definitely not the only one owned.

Throughout the story Nick struggles against an upbringing which taught him he was a disposable person and would be replaced if he failed.

Contest #2!

Todd gives something to Nick on their first night spent on the road together after leaving Nick’s village. For a free copy of the eBook version of Marked Yours, what is it?

Happy Release Day…Marked Yours by Elizabeth Noble

May 23, 2011

Good morning! Thank you for taking the time to stop by today and for helping me celebrate the release of my first novel.

I’m Elizabeth Noble, author of Marked Yours.

Thanks to the wonders of the internet I’ve posted this ahead of time and hopefully it’ll show up around 8 AM Eastern time US (which is -5GMT I believe). Right now I’m actually at work and won’t be on live most probably until around 430 PM. I have some posts going up every few hours with contests, give aways, a look inside the world and men of Marked Yours and how it came into being.

All the answers to any contest questions can be found either on here, my bio page: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?cPath=55_423&products_id=2362 or my website. Yes, that was a very thinly veiled utterly shameless ploy to get you to go check out my website: http://www.elizabeth-noble.com/index.html . To win any of the prizes or claim any of the free give aways all you have to do is participate in some manner, post a question or comment. Whoever wins the eBook must have a Dreamspinner account, which is free. You simply sign up. For any of the other prizes/give aways I’ll need you to send me your mailing address to my email: elizabeth.noble19@gmail.com


Three hundred years ago, natural disaster reformed the face of North America, and the people who lived in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains would never be the same.

Now, the master/slave bond in New Colorado has become a sacred rite of service, protection, and, sometimes, for the lucky, love. Nick and his intended Master, Todd Ruger, a sentry of the territories, have grown up knowing that they were pledged to this bond. They’re looking forward to the ritual with both excitement and trepidation—it’s something they’ve prepared for their entire lives. But New Colorado’s institution of slavery has made dangerous enemies on a frontier fraught with trouble, and they are unprepared for the trials their new relationship will face.  Their bond needs to grow very strong, very fast if it’s going to survive the collision of old superstition, new beliefs, and the ever-present danger of the natural and supernatural frontier.


It was close to midnight when they finally stopped to make camp. There were four wagons in all, the other three carrying two or three occupants each, and two men riding on horseback. Nick’s mind drifted back to childhood, watching Todd ride through his village a few times a year, watching him grow from a skinny boy of twelve to the powerful man he was now.

A fire was built in the center of the wagon circle, and a meal was prepared. The night air was chilled and damp and Nick’s clothes, more suited for the southern climate, weren’t keeping him very warm. Nick wouldn’t have minded sitting near the fire to eat, even if he had to listen to John Ruger and his friends tell whatever stories they told one another. Todd, however, took his food and headed back to their wagon, so Nick followed.

He tried hard not to shiver through dinner. Everyone else had thicker coats and heavier clothes, much more prepared for the climate they were heading into than Nick. Glancing wistfully at the fire and its warmth, Nick huddled over his plate. He’d never dare ask for another coat. He was a slave. Who cared if he was cold? Slaves didn’t count in this world.

“You have any heavier clothes?”

Shaking his head, Nick murmured, “No, Todd.”

Todd set his plate down hard on the ground and stood abruptly. Nick flinched and looked up. Reaching into the wagon, Todd pulled out a heavy dark green pullover shirt. In his other hand he carried a few bottles and two glasses.

“Here, put this on. It’ll keep you warm enough for now. When we get home you’re getting the right clothes. I’m not spending the rest of my life watching you shiver.” He set the bottles and glasses down and resettled onto the ground beside Nick. Dark, amber liquid was poured from one of the bottles. “You ever had whisky before?” He started to hold the small glass out to Nick, but when Nick shook his head no, Todd chuckled. “Okay then. Not having this right now.” Grinning, Todd downed the liquid himself. Crossing his eyes, he shook his head as he swallowed. “Here, try this instead. We’ll start you off slow and work you up to the really rotgut stuff later.”

Nick laughed and took the small bottle Todd offered. He took a whiff; it didn’t smell bad. Nick took a short sip of the bottle’s contents. He pulled the bottle away and looked at it. “What is this?”

Todd had been watching him the entire time, looking almost boyish and hopeful. “Eh, you didn’t spit it back at me, so that’s good. Beer. You never had beer before?”

“No. Just water.”

“You like it?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s different. Sorta bitter at first.” He’d pulled the heavier shirt over his head; it was thick and made of a woven material that was warm and soft. Breathing in deeply, he was at once surrounded by the combined smells of gun oil, leather, and something he recognized from sitting beside Todd all day that was uniquely Todd. The beer made his throat warm, but it was the scent of Todd all around him that made warmth spread in delicate tendrils from his belly to his chest.

“Good, ’cause I don’t do bread and water. We do what we do and keep the good folks in the towns and villages safe at night, but they’re damn well feeding us good.”

Nick had no idea what it was Todd referred to. He’d thought since Todd and his father, and now Nick, were hunters, they’d simply track down and catch their own food if they needed to. Nodding, Nick drank his beer and finished his food. It was stew—tasty, hot, and filled with chunks of meat and vegetables in a heavy broth.

After mopping the remains of the stew from his plate with bread, Todd leaned back and grinned. “I want more. You want more?”

Looking up, surprised and knowing his face showed it, Nick blurted out, “I am allowed more?”

Todd snorted. “Yes, Nick, you are.” He held out a hand for Nick to pull up on. Once righted, Todd’s hand released his, moved to his neck, and patted gently a few times before he turned and went back to the fire.

The men there snidely asked why Nick was still wearing clothes and why they were wasting time eating. Todd ignored them. As he turned around, heading back to their wagon, Todd’s eyes caught Nick’s. He smirked and shook his head.

They resettled behind the wagon, out of sight of the others, and finished eating in silence. Then, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, Todd rubbed at the back of his neck for a few minutes.

“So, uh, you ever been with a woman?”

Nick stared at a point between his feet and shook his head no.

Todd shifted a bit. Nick thought he sounded nervous . “A man?”

“No.” His voice came out barely above a whisper.

“Got any preference?”

Nick drew in a deep breath and looked up at Todd, who wore that boyish, hopeful expression again. “I like watching girls sometimes, but they’re sort of skinny, no muscle. I think I look at men more.”

Todd nodded and seemed satisfied with those answers. It wasn’t as if Nick had a choice. He’d been bound to another male since he was five years old. Whether he preferred men or women as sexual partners was never a consideration. Maybe he’d always been that way, or maybe he’d just trained himself to like men more. He didn’t know. It didn’t really matter.

When Todd reached out and curled warm, strong fingers around his neck, Nick leaned into the touch. He decided it was something Todd liked to do, touch him that way, and it appeared to Nick the gesture pleased Todd and made him relax. Nick had decided back in the village, the first time Todd had touched him that way, that he liked it. Not even twenty-four hours later and Nick was craving those tiny touches and counting the minutes between them, hoping for another one.

This time Todd leaned closer and pulled Nick toward him. As Todd’s lips brushed the side of Nick’s hair, he moaned soft and low. Pushing his nose through Nick’s hair for a few seconds, Todd pulled him in even tighter, nuzzling his cheek against Nick’s, breathing in deep. “You smell good.” Todd’s hand moved from his neck up into Nick’s hair, turning his head toward Todd.

Todd pressed his lips to Nick’s, gently licking his tongue along Nick’s lower lip. It startled him at first when Todd’s tongue slipped between his lips and into his mouth. Todd’s other arm wound around Nick’s waist and gently, slowly pulled Nick completely against him. Todd’s tongue glided around his own and coaxed Nick’s tongue into his mouth. Todd sucked lightly on Nick’s tongue for a few seconds before pulling away. He looked at Nick, seemed to be memorizing every bit of Nick’s face before pulling him back in for another kiss. This time Nick mimicked Todd’s actions and sucked Todd’s tongue.

When Todd pulled away for the second time, they were both panting, and Nick was whimpering softly. Fingers raked tenderly through his hair and Todd kissed his nose and then his cheek, murmuring in his ear, “You taste so good. I’ve been waiting forever to do that.”

Nick felt a flush creep over him. When Todd’s arm tightened even more around his middle, Nick leaned his head down so his face was pressed to the crook of Todd’s neck. “I don’t… I’ve never….” This was so embarrassing.

“It’s okay, Nicky. You’ll learn. You’ll be just fine. Just us now.” Todd rested his chin on the top of Nick’s head and held him tightly. Nick had never in his life been held—not like this. He’d been held down and beaten a few times, but never had anyone simply held him. When he pressed closer and relaxed more against Todd, the other man drew in a deep breath and let it out slow. Nick liked this and he sensed Todd did too.

Laughter from the direction of the fire made them both start and pull back from each other. Laughing nervously, Todd ruffled Nick’s hair. “We’ll save the rest for when we can be alone.” He stood and stretched, throwing the cover back on the wagon’s opening. “Just us now,” he repeated. Nick nodded because he had the feeling he was supposed to respond somehow. “C’mon, Nicky. Get some sleep.”


I’ll be back a bit later with the first contest and some more trivia about Marked Yours.

I’d also like to remind everyone the first twenty paperback copies will be signed!

Dreamspinner Press Fourth Anniversary Extravaganza!

May 1, 2011

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