Release Party – Win “Acting Out” and see what’s next for Scotty Cade?

September 25, 2014

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So here’s how you can win an ebook of “Acting Out.”

Let me know what you think about the whole “Gay for Pay” industry. Truth or myth? Do you think its possible or realistic for two men to be straight and have gay sex? I’m really interested in your opinion so don’t be shy. Everyone who comments will be put into the drawing and I’ll give away three copies of the ebook.

 

You’ve got until 4:45 to posts and I’ll announce the winner this evening at 5:00pm EST.

 

And just as a sneak peak, here’s what’s coming in November.

 

The Royal Street Heist 400x600The Royal Street Heist

When a valuable piece of Civil War art is stolen from a popular New Orleans gallery, NOPD Lead Detective Montgomery “Beau” Bissonet and his partner set out to solve the crime. When the gallery’s insurance company sends Tollison Cruz to the Big Easy to conduct their own independent investigation, personalities clash and battle lines are definitely drawn.

The heist quickly becomes a politically driven high profile case, and Detective Bissonet is furious when he’s ordered to work along side Investigator Cruz to assure a timely arrest.  The heat index soars to new levels when the two investigators discover they have a lot more in common then originally thought.

With the tension between them temporarily sated, Bissonet and Cruz finally start to work together, on more then just a professional level. But everything comes to a screeching halt when Beau discovers his cohort in crime has been withholding information regarding the investigation and has been concealing a very questionable past. What happens next rivals the scorching summer heat.

 

 

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Be sure to look for “Acting Out” by Scotty Cade available now from Dreamspinner Press.

 

Scotty Cade Bio:

Scotty Cade left Corporate America and twenty-five years of Marketing and Public Relations behind to buy the lambert’s Cove Inn, Farm & Restaurant on the island of Martha’s Vineyard with his partner of seventeen years.   He started writing stories as soon as he could read, but only a few years ago for publication.  When not at the Inn, you can find him on the bow of his boat writing gay romance novels with his Shetland sheepdog Mavis at his side.  Being from the south and a lover of commitment and fidelity, most of his characters find their way to long healthy relationships, however long it takes them to get there.  He believes that in the end, the boy should always get the boy.

 

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Release Party – Another Excerpt from Scotty Cade’s “Acting Out.”

September 25, 2014

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I’m baaack!

When I was thinking about writing this book I learned that when you say the word “Pornography,” most people I talk to either love it or hate it. It’s rare that I find someone that doesn’t have a strong opinion on the matter one way or the other, so I knew I was on to something. In my next excerpt, I decided to have Eli, who is down on his luck and just entering the world of “gay for pay” quiz Hamish, one of the “experienced” guys on why he does what he does.

Eli turned to Hamish. “Now can I ask you something?”

Hamish nodded.

“Are you gay?”

Hamish chuckled.

“Not that I care what people do in the privacy of their own bedroom,” Eli clarified.

“No. I’m not gay.”

“Then how do you do it?” Eli asked, meeting Hamish’s eyes.

Hamish broke the gaze and turned to look out over the water. “There’s not really a short answer to that question,” he said. “But the gist of it is that all us guys feel like we are in this together. We do what we have to do to support ourselves and our families. And we try to support one another.”

“But to have sex with another guy,” Eli said.

“Listen,” Hamish added. “A blowjob is a blowjob, and a warm hole is a warm hole. Once you get over the taboo of having sex with another man, realize that sex is sex and it’s all the same, you’re home free.”

“Its really hard to wrap my head around, but I’ll take your word for it,” Eli said.

Hamish looked back at Eli. “Seriously, I felt the same way you did when Royce propositioned me. But once you get here and get to know the guys, it almost becomes like a club you want to be part of. Almost like the feeling of being a marine, like being a part of something bigger than you. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s how it was for me and for most of the other guys as well.”

This time Eli turned away and stared out over the water as if he might find the answers out there.

Hamish continued, “Most guys are here because they can’t find work and are doing what they have to do to support themselves and/or their families. I don’t know about you, but I have to admire that dedication.”

Eli thought about what Hamish said and decided he agreed. “I do too,” he said.

“The guys here feel like we are all in this together, and it makes it easier on each and every one of us. In the end, we’re all doing the same things for mostly the same reasons. You know.” Hamish said. “We have this unspoken agreement among us that no one should feel isolated and ashamed for doing what they have to do to take care of themselves or the people they love.”

Eli glanced at Hamish again and their eyes met. “You get where I’m coming from?” Hamish asked.

“I do,” Eli admitted. “I just don’t know if I can do it.”

“Of course you can,” Hamish assured him. “If you want to. The biggest hurdle we all had to face was simply believing that having sex with another man doesn’t define you as gay.”

Hamish paused, then spoke again. “As I said before, I’m not gay, I hate labels and I’ve always strived to live and let live. But up until I joined this elite group of men I hadn’t even considered having sex with another man.”

“And now?” Eli asked.

“It took me a couple of months to get comfortable with everything,” Hamish said, looking up at the stars, “but if I was forced to stick a label on my back, I would now categorize myself as a bisexual.”

“Does that mean you enjoy sex with men?” Eli asked.

“Sometimes,” Hamish admitted. “It’s like a regular job. Some days you enjoy your work some days you don’t, and sometimes you get along better with one coworker versus another. It’s really no different. There are guys I enjoy being with more than others, but it’s a job and you can’t pick and choose. I mean, if I refused to do a scene with a certain guy, no one would make me. But again, it’s our unspoken code of ethics that keeps us all together.”

“Wow!” Eli said, shaking his head. “I didn’t see that coming.”

So, as you can see Eli is struggling with if he can really pull any of this off and actually have sex with another man.

This topic continues to intrigue me long after the book has been put to bed, no pun intended, but not for the reasons you may think. I’m mostly amazed at the camaraderie between the guys. They respect and support one another and never judge and in the end isn’t that what we all want???

See you again in a couple hours when you can learn how to win a copy of “Acting Out.”

 

 

Release Party – Read and excerpt from Scotty Cade’s latest release, “Acting Out.”

September 25, 2014

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Scotty here again! So in my first posts, I told you how this story came about and what inspired me, but now I’d like to share an excerpt from “Acting Out.” The story has to do with a down on his luck, recently discharged, marine who gets approached to enter the gay for pay porn industry and in desperate need of a job and money, he actually considers it.

Chapter One

Circumstance

First Sergeant Elijah Preston gripped the edge of the bathroom sink and stared at his hazy reflection in the mirror. The long hot shower had done nothing for his disposition, and he sighed as the unrecognizable image staring back summed up his life to a tee. His life had been unrecognizable for a while now. He had very little money, no real place to call home, no job, no real friends, and worst of all, he didn’t see any of that changing in the foreseeable future.

He dropped his head in defeat and fixated on the cracked floor tiles under his bare feet. I hate this fucking hellhole of a motel. In a fit of frustration, Elijah ripped the tiny blow-dryer from the wall mount and pointed it at the foggy mirror. A blurry-edged circle appeared as his image slowly started to materialize. Under the harsh florescent lighting, his normally piercing hazel eyes appeared dull and lifeless. His sun-bleached skin looked dry, weather-beaten, and not at all like the smooth olive complexion he’d sported as a teenager.

It had been exactly one month to the day since Elijah had been honorably discharged from the United States Marine Corps after serving one very long tour of duty. He’d signed on the dotted line right after high school graduation with the hopes of getting as far away from his alcoholic parents and his hometown of Berry, Kentucky, as he could, but also knowing it was the only chance he had of getting a good education and making something out of his life. His strategy had been to do the normal four years active duty, work hard, save as much money as he could, and then put his degree to good use while he spent the next four years on reserve duty until his discharge. But his plan had been interrupted by the small print and one particular “unless needed” clause in his enlistment papers. Right after basic training, he’d been shipped overseas to Afghanistan and had spent almost his entire eight-year tour of duty there.

When he’d left Afghanistan, he’d also left behind everyone who’d mattered to him. After his grandmother died, he’d refused stateside visits, knowing that the people serving with him were more his family than those he’d left behind, and even Afghanistan was better than the hellhole he used to call home. He’d thought seriously about reenlisting but had decided against it, figuring it was time to stop running away and make a life for himself outside of the military.

Two weeks before his discharge, he’d been stationed at Marine Corps Base Quantico in Quantico, Virginia, with little to do but get his affairs in order, map out his future, and anticipate the life of a civilian. In doing so, he’d discovered that sometimes the best-laid plans fall apart.

Right after he’d enlisted, Elijah had opened a checking account at a small bank in Berry, and during his eight years overseas, via automatic deposit, he’d saved almost every penny he’d earned. Or so he thought. He’d put his mother’s name on the account in case anything happened to him while he was overseas, and although his parents had been on the wagon at the time, during the last eight years, they’d helped themselves to every penny of his money.

She’d given him some tear-filled, cockamamie story about how she’d supposedly “invested” the money in a sure thing that had gone sour, but he’d known that, more than likely, they’d spent it all on vodka, cigarettes, and gambling. He’d kicked himself in the ass over and over for not having the bank statements electronically sent to him, but he’d never imagined, no matter how weak they were, they would steal from their only child. To add insult to injury, when he’d told them he was coming to get his truck, they’d confessed it had been in an accident and was no longer drivable.

So here he was after eight years in the USMC with nothing but his last paycheck and a degree in communications to show for his time served. For the last month he’d lived in this dive of a motel, pinched every penny, and searched the Internet day after day for a job in his field. He had no ties to anyone or anything, so location was no issue; he could relocate anywhere in the country. In the meantime, he also searched locally for anything that would help supplement what little money he had until he eventually found a job and moved.

Elijah hung his wet towel over the shower rod and stepped onto the soiled carpet of the small bedroom. The morning sun was beating through the dingy blue drapes barely covering the double windows, and the clock on top of the battered chest read 8:35. He fumbled through the drawers and retrieved his last pair of clean underwear, a worn T-shirt, and a pair of white socks. When he stepped into his briefs and attempted to pull them up, his finger went right through the thin cotton and the waistband separated from the rest of the underwear. “Motherfucker,” he hissed.

He angrily tossed the underwear into the trash can in the corner of the room and stepped into his old blue jeans commando. After pulling the T-shirt over his head and slipping on his socks and shoes, he went back into the bathroom.

Elijah ran his forefinger around the edge of a small jar, getting the last bit of pomade and rubbing it in his hands before applying it to his light brown hair. “You’ve held off as long as you can, Eli,” he mumbled, spiking his bangs and wishing the military cut would hurry up and grow out. “You need clothes.”

With no other choice, Elijah called a cab to take him the four miles to the Walmart in nearby Dumfries and sat outside his motel room and waited. And waited. When the cab finally dropped him off in front of the store exactly ninety minutes later, Elijah asked the driver to pick him up in an hour, not wanting to pay the extra fee for making the guy wait.

Elijah rolled the shopping cart up and down the aisles of the men’s department, trying to decide what to buy. After wearing nothing but uniforms for the last eight years, he was at a total loss for what was in style. Not that he was a stylish guy, but he needed something up-to-date so he wouldn’t look like a hick if he did get a job interview. After much deliberation, he decided to start with the basics. Two pairs of khaki pants, two pairs of blue jeans, and two white cotton button-down shirts. He was staring at a table of colored T-shirts, trying to decide which colors to choose, when a middle-aged man stepped up beside him. “Definitely the green one,” he said. “It’ll look great with your eyes.”

“Uh, thanks,” Elijah said. “Kinda been a while since I bought anything new.”

“Military?” the man asked.

“USMC,” Elijah replied. “Last eight years.”

The man smiled and nodded like he understood what Elijah was going through. “How long have you been out?”

“About a month,” Elijah replied.

“Ah yes. I remember feeling the same way twenty years ago.”

“Marine?” Elijah asked.

“Army man myself,” the man responded. “But feeling like the civilian world left you behind is a universal sensation.”

Looking at his watch, Elijah realized he was almost out of time. The minute the driver arrived at the store, he knew the meter would be clicking away. He put the green T-shirt in his cart along with a red one and a yellow one. “I hate to run, but I have a cab picking me up in fifteen, so I need to get a move on.”

“No problem,” the man said, nodding. “I totally understand. Good luck with the shopping,” he added, turning and walking away without another word.

Elijah felt a slight stab of sadness. That man was literally the only person he’d had any semblance of a conversation with in the last few days, and he even understood a little of what Elijah was going through. He pushed the melancholy feeling to the back of his mind and focused on the rest of his shopping. The sportswear department for a couple of pairs of running shorts and tank tops, the underwear department for underwear and socks, and finally health and beauty aids for toothpaste, pomade, and deodorant. On the way to the register, he saw a display and felt instantly guilty but splurged anyway by tossing a bottle of Old Spice into his cart. Gotta smell nice for the non-existent ladies beating down my door.

Elijah looked at his watch again as the automatic doors opened in front of him. Right on time. He scanned the parking lot and was relieved when he didn’t see the cab sitting idle with the meter running. He took a seat on the bench in front of the store and waited.

Thirty minutes came and went and still no cab. He fished his phone out of his pocket and was about to hit redial when a voice said, “Where are you headed, son?”

Elijah looked up to see the middle-aged gentleman from the men’s department standing in front of him. “The Seasons Motel,” Elijah responded without hesitation.

“Come on,” the man said with a gesture of his head. “I’m going right by there. I’ll be glad to drop you off.”

“Are you sure?” Elijah asked.

The man smiled. “Absolutely. I’m Royce, by the way.”

“As in Rolls Royce?” Elijah asked with a smile while he gathered his bags.

“No such luck, but don’t I wish.” Royce chuckled.

“I’m Elijah. Elijah Preston, but my friends call me Eli.”

My friends call me Eli. As soon as the words left his mouth, Elijah felt another stab of sadness. He no longer had any friends. Not really. Not here anyway.

“Good to meet you, Eli,” Royce said, interrupting Eli’s pity party.

Eli sucked it up and forced a smile. “I really appreciate the lift.”

“Don’t give it another thought,” Royce responded. “I remember feeling very disjointed when I was discharged. But it gets better. I promise.”

Eli offered a weak smile.

“What do you do?” Royce asked as they walked to his car.

“Nothing right now,” Eli replied. “I’m looking for full-time work in my field, but I’d take anything at the moment to hold me over until I can find something more permanent.”

“I see,” Royce said as they reached his pickup truck. Eli heard the click of the locks, and when Royce climbed in he did the same.

Royce sat in the driver’s seat looking forward and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Eli felt like there was something else the man wanted to say but for some reason was holding back.

Curious, Eli turned to face Royce. “If there’s something you want to say, man, feel free,” he said. “I’m not a sensitive guy.”

Royce nodded but didn’t say anything. He simply started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot.

Once they were on the highway, Royce cleared his throat, and Eli looked in his direction.

“I might have some work for you if you’re interested,” Royce said hesitantly.

Eli’s ears perked up. “Hell yeah, I’m interested,” he said without a second thought.

Royce reached into a little compartment on his dashboard, retrieved a business card, and handed it to Eli.

Eli took the card and read it from beginning to end.

Hotmilitaryguys.com

Check out the number one gay military porn site on the Internet.

100% authentic Marines, Soldiers, Fighter Pilots, and Sailors all waiting for you!

Royce Mackey, Proprietor—571-HOTGUYS

Eli read the card again to make sure he hadn’t misread it the first time and offered it back to Royce, who was staring straight ahead at the highway. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not gay, man,” he said.

Royce accepted the card but didn’t put it back into the compartment. “No problem, but for the record, none of my guys are gay,” he said in a monotone voice.

“Are you serious?” Eli asked.

“Damn straight,” Royce replied. “No pun intended,” he added with a smile. “I may have a couple of bisexual guys in the mix, but ninety-nine percent of them are straight. Some are married, some engaged, and most of them have steady girlfriends. They all do it for the money.”

Eli shook his head in disbelief. “You mean these supposed straight guys fuck other guys for money? On camera?”

Royce nodded. “Some do that, yeah, and others might just beat off alone for the camera. It’s totally up to the guy to do what he feels comfortable with.”

“You must pay a shitload of money,” Eli said. “No pun intended.”

“You’re a good-looking man, Eli, and you’ve got a great body. You could make as much as ten thousand dollars a day, depending on how far you choose to go,” Royce explained.

“Ten thousand dollars a day?” Eli repeated.

“Of course that’s going all the way with several shoots in one day,” Royce said. “But I guess it really doesn’t matter if you’re not interested.”

Royce pulled up in front of Eli’s motel and handed the card back to Eli. “Just keep this in case you change your mind. If you have any questions or just want to talk more, give me a call.”

Eli didn’t know why, but he took the card and slipped it into one of his shopping bags. “Thanks for the lift, Royce. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” Royce responded. “And call if you have any questions.”

Eli nodded out of politeness, gathered his bags, and slid out of the truck.

He walked toward his motel room and looked back when Royce tapped the horn a couple of times, then waved as he drove off.

Feeling a bit like he’d just been to the Twilight Zone, Eli dug the brass key out of his pocket and let himself into his motel room. While unpacking his bags, he came across the business card and thought about his encounter with Royce. He put the card on his bedside table and proceeded to remove all the tags from his new clothes and put everything away.

When he finished, it was nearing noon, and with his big chore for the morning complete, he sat down at his laptop to scan the want ads like he did every day. At least this hellhole has Wi-Fi. He fired up his computer and began his normal process of checking the online local newspaper and the local section of Craigslist for any temporary positions in his area, and then he hit the national search on Craigslist for anything permanent in his field. When he identified a potential position, he followed the instructions on the ad and submitted his resume electronically or via snail mail, whichever was preferred. Today, however, there wasn’t a single new posting locally or even nationally that fit his qualifications. Discouraged, he sighed and shut his laptop, deciding there was nothing more he could do online. He called his career counselor at Quantico to see if there were any new developments, but as with his online search, he again came up empty.

Eli looked around his tiny room and in a fit of boredom turned the television on and channel surfed until he found the local news. He made himself a sandwich from the prepackaged lunchmeat in his fridge, kicked off his sneakers, and plopped down on the bed to eat his lunch and see what great things were happening in his little world of Dumfries, Virginia.

When the local news was over, Eli felt drained and wished he hadn’t turned it on. He looked down at the paper plate on his lap and rearranged the crumbs covering the flower-patterned surface with his fingers. Eventually he put the empty dish on the bedside table, and Royce’s business card caught his attention. Eli picked it up and read it again as if the words would somehow morph into something he could actually do. He rubbed the card between his fingers over and over until curiosity got the best of him. It won’t hurt to look.

Eli opened his laptop, keyed in www.hotmilitaryguys.com, and waited as his Mac located the web site. When the site appeared, the banner on the home page featured a good-looking pilot in uniform up on a ladder next to some sort of aircraft. As Eli scrolled down the home page, he saw various military guys in seductive poses, their dog tags predominately displayed, some in uniform and some bare-chested with tattoos he recognized as very common USMC tats. Next he saw a warning that the site contained hardcore gay sexual situations and content, and a person must be eighteen years of age in order to continue, with an option to enter or leave the site right below it. Eli clicked enter.

The next page featured a large photo of a recruit of the week named Logan in the top half of his US Army uniform and naked from the waist down, his cock fully erect. Along the side of the screen were options for Live Chats, DVDs, Online Videos, Photo Galleries, Affiliated Sites, GIs, and About Us.

Eli clicked the About Us button and started reading.

Welcome to hotmilitaryguys.com, a site that was unknowingly in the making almost my entire life and created through my dreams. From as far back as I can remember, I’ve always been mesmerized and wholeheartedly attracted to men in military uniforms. That love turned into this web site, and today I can offer everyone who shares my dreams a way to explore and even get the opportunity to watch some of these guys act out your favorite fantasies.

Growing up in San Diego, I was always surrounded by men in uniform, and it was there, surrounded by these handsome and mostly willing men, that I first realized I was gay. There weren’t as many gay bars as there are now, and the only other place we had to pick up men was adult bookstores, and trust me when I tell you I had my pick of any military man I wanted.

I quickly realized these hot and horny men would venture in after they struck out with the ladies, knowing they could stick their dick through a glory hole and always find a warm, welcoming mouth on the other side, and… most of the time that warm mouth was mine.

I eventually built up a roster and got to know these guys, built friendships with them, and earned their trust. Ultimately they stopped meeting me at the adult bookstore and started coming right to my own front door, knowing they could get what they wanted and slip out the back until the next time and never be outed by me.

As I got older and less promiscuous, I still longed to see hot military guys, so I came up with the idea for this site. I started talking to the guys I had good relationships with, and surprisingly they were along for the ride. I started hotmilitaryguys.com small but it quickly grew right along with the Internet. Ten years later I still have a thriving business.

So feel welcome to take the tour, look around the site, and sign up for a three-day trial.

Enjoy,

Royce Mackey

Proprietor, Director, and Lover of Men in Uniform

“Well I’ll be,” Eli whispered. “Royce is gay. I never would have pegged him for a homosexual.”

Curious about the guys who were doing these things for Royce, Eli clicked on the GIs button and photos of guys in various stages of uniform or simply naked appeared below a row of buttons from A-Z. Eli clicked on the A button and a whole slew of photos of men whose names all started with the letter A filled the screen. All the guys were very handsome and well built and didn’t look the least bit nervous or ashamed. He clicked on a guy named Adam, and a larger picture with a bio popped up. On the sidebar was a list of videos with thumbnail photos and a description of each video. When Eli clicked on one of the videos, a membership screen popped up, and he couldn’t go any further unless he bought a membership to the site.

Still trying to determine how many men were into this sort of thing, he randomly clicked on the letter J. After counting at least thirty photos in that section alone, he randomly chose a guy named Jayden and clicked on his photo. When he scrolled down, Eli saw a similar list of thumbnail photos connected to videos, but one in particular was titled “Jayden Sheds his Uniform Solo” and had a Free button beside it. Eli clicked on the button, and a black screen opened up with a disclaimer that he couldn’t read fast enough before the scene started.

The guy named Jayden was in full uniform, seated on a couch, with the sound of a girl moaning in the background, obviously from a straight porno playing out of sight. The guy was fondling himself through his trousers, and from the size of the bulge in his pants, building up quite an erection. The guy started slowly taking off his uniform, continuing to fondle himself, until he was naked except for his hat. He started to beat off, slowly at first, rubbing his abs, lifting his legs and rubbing his balls and asshole and then focusing on his dick again, picking up speed until he shot his load all over his stomach and chest. The scene ended with Jayden out of breath, his eyes closed and his body covered in his own release.

Eli stared at the screen in amazement. “I wonder how much that guy got paid to do that?” he mumbled. He continued to click on button after button, but unless you were a member, you didn’t get more than a few photos and an occasional free snippet of some guy in a solo performance beating off. Deciding he’d seen enough to get an idea of what the site was all about, Eli closed his laptop, set it to the side, and lay back on his bed. He linked his fingers together, rested his joined hands on his chest, and closed his eyes. I don’t think I could ever do anything like that was his last thought before he drifted off to sleep…

Eli was in his dress blues, sitting on a white leather couch, heart pumping frantically, and hands fidgeting in his lap. There were several cameras and bright lights pointing in his direction, and a flat-screen television was hanging on the wall right in front of him, starring a very large-chested woman going down on a Marine. On the table next to him was a bottle of lubricant and several neatly folded white towels. Someone yelled “Action!”

Eli stood, staring directly into the camera, and slid the release of his buckle to the left, pulling the woven cotton belt through until it was free. He slowly started to unbutton his coat, painstakingly, one brass button at a time. He let the coat slip off of his shoulders and tossed it onto the back of the couch before removing his white T-shirt and dropping it to the floor at his feet. He saw a flash out of the corner of his eye and turned to see his dog tags lying against his bare chest, reflecting the bright studio lights on the small monitor facing him. He quickly looked away, unable to watch what was unfolding right in front of him.

He sat on the edge of the couch and leaned over to untie his black patent-leather shoes, again focusing only on the camera. He pulled his left shoe off and then toed off his right, kicking them to the side before hooking his forefinger into the back of his sock. He peeled one off, then the other, and dropped them on top of his T-shirt.

He took a deep breath and stood, unhooking his trousers and stepping out of them, adding the pants to the top of the slowly accumulating pile of clothing.

A voice behind the camera yelled, “Cut,” and a blurry face instructed him to sit back down, watch the video, stick his hand down his underwear, and start working on his erection.

The same voice yelled, “Action,” and Eli sat down, leaned against the back of the couch, and slid his hand down his pants. He jumped to his feet in panic and disbelief when he realized his cock was gone.

Eli woke standing at the side of his bed, his heart pounding and his skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. He stuck his hand down his pants, and when he found his dick, he gripped it in relief. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his head in his hands. It was just a nightmare!

What a nightmare huh? See you right back here in a couple of hours for more excerpts!


Release Party – Scotty Cade explores the “Gay for Pay” industry in his latest release called “Acting Out.”

September 25, 2014

Hello Everyone. Scotty Cade here. I’m thrilled to back on the Dreamspinner blog to launch my eleventh novel with them called “Acting Out.” I can’t believe it’s been a little less than four years since my first novel, “Final Encore,” was released and just a couple months until number twelve, “The Royal Street Heist,” hits the shelves. How time fly’s! More about “The Royal Street Heist” later but for now I’d like to tell you about “Acting Out.” Let’s start off with the blurb:

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One very long tour of duty in Afghanistan and an honorable discharge from the USMC does nothing to help Elijah Preston’s job search. Living in a cheap motel in Quantico Virginia and nearly out of money, a chance meeting in a local Walmart with a man named Royce Mackey finally gives Eli hope for employment. Until…he learns the job description. Royce operates a gay military porn site and wants Eli as his next star. Desperate and broke, Eli accepts Royce’s offer and soon finds himself immersed in a strange new world.

Hamish Turner takes Eli under his wing and teaches him as much about Royce’s operation as he can and in the process the two become fast friends. After their first shoot together they realize there is a little more of a connection then either expected and a bond quickly develops. The two men decide to see where their mutual attraction takes them but things quickly get complicated when a crazed fan of Hamish’s, who picks up on the chemistry between he and Eli starts sending threatening letters demanding the scenes between the two men stop. Or else. The stress gets too much to handle and everything starts to crumble down around them.

 

 

 

So…when I began researching “Acting Out,” I spent hours upon hours doing research about the porn industry. I forced myself to watch snippets of a lot of hot guys getting it on. Such a tough job I have huh? But…I digress, that experience is a story for another time.  Anyway, now where was I? Oh yeah. Research.

But – the more websites I stumbled upon, the more intrigued I became. I’ve never been a porn watcher, not because I’m too much of a prude, but simply because I never really got into it. But…with that said, I perused over two dozen sites, many “military type” sites and I watched snippets of the free videos available to “looky loo’s” like me and to be blatantly honest, it was pretty apparent to this novice that only a few held true to the myth of “straight” guys having sex with other “straight” guys.

After narrowing it down to a few porn sites, because they seemed legitimate and because the guys did pre and post video interviews where I could gather information on their personalities, I bought trial memberships and settled in for a binge watch. What I saw amazed the hell out of me. They were actually real “straight” guys having gay sex with other “straight” guys. The thing that was so blatantly obvious was that these guys showed no emotion whatsoever. They were going through the motions, doing any and everything, but there was no real lust or affection between them. No noticeable connection between them at all. And…that got the old wheels a turning.

So I started previewing the many videos each of these sites had to offer, but more importantly, I listened intently and took lots of notes during the interviews. These guys talked about themselves and why they did what they did, but I was completely amazed at the camaraderie between the men. They all seemed to support one another and at the same time tease one another mercifully. With each interview I learned more and more about what made these men tick. Much to my surprise, many of them were married with small children and many had girlfriends. It was clear that they were doing what they had to do, at least partly to put food on the table, but I’m sure the large amounts of money didn’t hurt either. I later learned that the more they did, the more they got paid, a certain amount for on screen masturbation, more money for oral sex and even more money for anal sex.

Anyway I digress again.

So after gravitating to a couple of pretty talkative guys in particular, I watched every video for each of them. Sometimes together, sometimes with other guys, but I instantly like these two men and were drawn to them and their story. Or…at least what I could piece together from watching their interviews and putting together all the little tidbits they dropped during each interview. Alone they were just tidbits, but linked together the information painted a pretty clear picture. They seemed open and honest and genuinely humble. These are the two men who inspired my main characters, Elijah Preston and Hamish Turner.

Stay tuned for excerpts and chance to win a copy of Acting Out in the next post in a couple of hours.

XO

Scotty

All in a Day’s Work Release Party – AJ Cousins

September 22, 2014

 

To celebrate the release of the “All in a Day’s Work”, many of our anthology’s authors will be joining us today to share their thoughts on the release and their story.

 

When I heard chatter on Twitter that some authors were planning an anthology full of workplace romance stories, I jumped at the chance to join in. I’ve never been a stranger to love, or lust, on the job, starting with some of my earliest employment experiences.

In college, I worked a dozen different jobs on campus, from dishwasher to dorm receptionist, with stints in the fundraising office, at the circulation desk in the library, and running a cash register in the bookstore. But my favorite job of all was the two years I spent as a TA for the Art Department, working with our amazing Sculpture professor, Leonard Delonga.

At the time, the women’s college I attended in Massachusetts, Mt. Holyoke College, had the only working bronze foundry in the country that was available for use by undergraduate students. We cast sculptures using the lost wax method, where students would create their sculptures using hard wax, then build a box around the sculpture, fill it with plaster, and then bake the plaster mold in a kiln until all of the wax melted (was vaporized rather) out of the mold via vents and sprews (tiny vent tunnels). On casting day, all ten TA’s and Delonga would work all day in the foundry, melting bronze and then pouring it carefully into a half-dozen molds at a time via a labor-intensive and somewhat dangerous process.  Only after the molds cooled and students started banging away the plaster with hammers and chisels would they find out if their pieces had worked properly, or if they were left misshapen blobs of bronze that had been miscast or poorly vented.

It was the week before casting day, though, that the sculpture studio became a hotbed for romance.

Monitoring the kiln (that reached temperatures over a thousand degrees if I remember correctly…it’s been twenty years now) was a 24/7 job that lasted three days. An easy job, requiring nothing more than a check of the gauges every fifteen minutes or so, to make sure the pressure and temperatures stayed in the safe zones, but a critical one. Delonga’s description of the consequences of an exploding kiln—as in, it would definitely kill people while taking out the studio—were graphic. During daylight hours, the studio was always busy and students working on their stone-carvings or welding projects would wander in and out, joining the kiln sitters for conversation or meals.

But at night, when the studio was dark and empty of professors and students and staff…

The studio had an ancient leather sectional sofa where TA’s often crashed for naps during the long, hot, exhausting casting days. Kiln sitting, though, left you with plenty of energy, and a burning need to find something to do that would keep you awake during your four hour overnight shift.

My women’s college was part of a five college consortium that allowed students registered at any of the schools to take classes on the other four campuses. Our sculpture program always drew students from the other schools, because no one else had anything like it. My best guy friends during college were all artists that I met when they took sculpture at MHC, many of them applying to become TA’s for the free studio time. So our casting crew always had a couple of men on it.

Between the guys who TA’d and many of the women at my college’s willingness to give same sex make-outs sessions a whirl… Let’s just put it this way: that couch saw a lot of action. And if you were arriving at the studio at two a.m. for your kiln sitting shift, it was always a good idea to knock first before entering!

Luckily for my readers, my research into 1930’s London and the true story of a police raid on a drag dance hall made for a much more fascinating love in the workplace story than my own midnight flirtations with fellow TA’s back in college. Laurie and Frank, the songbird and the bouncer, have a late night adventure that mixes danger and romance, and they find out that sometimes, when you’re afraid in the dark, your best bet is to distract yourself with someone else. Enjoy “Dance Hall Days” and the other terrific stories in ALL IN A DAY’S WORK!

Author bio:

Amy Jo Cousins writes romance and erotica about smart people finding their own best kind of smexy. After years of being employed as a commercial real estate developer, a welding teacher, a spa manager, a bookstore music buyer, a barkeep, and an HR guru, she’s absolutely certain that being a writer is the best job ever, and writing happy endings for her m/m romances is one of her favorite things to do. Amy Jo lives in Chicago with her son, where she tweets too much, sometimes runs really far, and waits for the Cubs to win the World Series. You can find her online at amyjocousins.com, on Twitter at @_AJCousins, and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/AmyJoCousins.

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All in a Day’s Work Release Party – Shae Connor

September 22, 2014

 

To celebrate the release of the “All in a Day’s Work”, many of our anthology’s authors will be joining us today to share their thoughts on the release and their story.

 

Rainbows, Unicorns, and Ice Cream Dreams
By Shae Connor

The original idea for “Ice Cream Dreams,” my story in the All in the Day’s Work anthology, came from a discussion with friends in my former fandom during a trip to New York. We ate a delicious lunch at macaroni and cheese restaurant S’Mac in the East Village, then wandered down the street for dessert at Big Gay Ice Cream. The shop, which is decked out in rainbows and unicorns, offers an eclectic menu of soft-serve ice cream recipes with names like Salty Pimp (with dulce de leche, sea salt, and chocolate shell), Bea Arthur (dulce de leche and crushed vanilla wafers), and American Globs (pretzels, sea salt, and chocolate shell).

The story idea that popped up back then would have had the characters meeting over opposite sides of the counter at a New York shop based closely on Big Gay Ice Cream. Shortly after that is when I moved into original fiction, though, so the story sat in a folder until the discussion of a workplace-based anthology came up. I took that seed of an idea and reworked it to fit, adding a chef to the mix to make it an even foodier story. Gage, Loren, and “Ice Cream Dreams” were the result.

The ice cream flavor ideas came up on the fly, as I was writing the first draft. Some were based on flavors I’d seen featured on television food shows or in magazines, and some were totally off the cuff. I did some research on South American foods for the dishes and drink Loren makes for Gage, and in general, I made myself hungry every time I worked on the story.

So, in summary: next time you’re in New York, be sure to hit up S’Mac, and then head over to Big Gay Ice Cream and have a Salty Pimp. Be sure to tell them Shae sent you. It won’t mean anything to them, but they’ll give you some damn good ice cream anyway.

S’Mac: http://www.smacnyc.com/

Big Gay Ice Cream: http://biggayicecream.com/

 

Author bio:

Shae Connor lives in Atlanta, where she’s a lackadaisical government worker for a living and writes sweet-hot romance under the cover of night. She’s been making things up for as long as she can remember, but it took her a long time to figure out that maybe
she should try writing them down. She’s conned several companies into publishing her work and adds a new notch on her bedpost each time another story is unleashed onto an unsuspecting universe.

Shae is part Jersey, part Irish, and all Southern, which explains why she never shuts up. You can find her hanging out on Twitter most any time @shaeconnor, but for the more direct route, you can email her at shaeconnorwrites@gmail.com or visit her website at shaeconnorwrites.com.

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All in a Day’s Work Release Party – Therese Woodson

September 22, 2014

 

To celebrate the release of the “All in a Day’s Work”, many of our anthology’s authors will be joining us today to share their thoughts on the release and their story.

 

Hi everyone! Therese Woodson here and I’m ready to talk about my contribution to the All In A Day’s Work anthology called Not Quite 1776.

Blurb: As a historical interpreter for a living history museum, Henry spends his days doling out facts about the American Revolution while wearing breeches and a tricorne hat. When he’s not working, he’s a serial flirt with a long string of one-night stands in his wake, never allowing anyone to get too close.

However, when a reenactment group comes to town for the weekend, Henry meets Owen, a private in George Washington’s army. After an intense encounter in Owen’s tent in the encampment, Henry breaks his self-imposed rule by seeing Owen again. It is clear Owen would be open to more between them, and Henry is falling hard in spite of himself. The trouble is Henry’s never been in a relationship and isn’t sure where to begin.

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A replica Army encampment

As the blurb says, Henry and Owen are historical reenactors and they share a night of passion in Owen’s tent pitched in the Army encampment. Since many of the details are based on the two years I spent as an eighteenth-century interpreter at a living history museum, I can tell you that those tents are not only tiny, but also placed close together. The picture above says it all.  It would be very difficult for their encounter to go unnoticed, even though they give it a valiant  effort.

Excerpt:

Owen had lied. The tent was tiny, barely large enough for one man and his things, just as a private’s tent in the Revolutionary Army would have been. Neither of them would be able to stand up straight in it. And it didn’t afford much in the way of privacy. Made of canvas, the tent was literally a white triangle with flaps that tied from the inside to close the ends. A small battery-operated lantern hung from the apex. Owen reached inside and flipped it on, illuminating the small space with a yellow glow.

“Can you be quiet?” Owen asked as he pressed his lips to Henry’s. He clumsily worked the buttons open on Henry’s vest.

Henry shuddered. “Depends. Do you fuck as good as you look? If so, you might have to gag me.”

He kicked off his buckled shoes. Costuming would have a fit if they saw him do that because it stretched the leather, but at the moment, he didn’t care. He just wanted to get naked as quickly as possible and inside the tent before anyone saw him.

“Fuck,” Owen whispered. “I think I have some cloth you can bite down on.”

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A group of reenactors

 

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Breeches are in! Tom Mison as Ichabod Crane in eighteenth-century dress

Author bio:

Therese Woodson is a wife, mother of two (soon to be three), and writer of stories, who lives in the mountains of North Carolina. She is an avid reader of all literature. She holds two degrees—one in Psychology and one in English Literature and hopes to pursue an MFA in Creative Writing in the near future. She is a fan of watching bad television shows, superhero movies, and anything sci-fi. She loves creating interesting characters, universes, and plots with happy endings.

Twitter: @writer_reese

Blog: http://theresewritesthings.wordpress.com/

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All in a Day’s Work Release Party – Bru Baker

September 22, 2014

 

To celebrate the release of the “All in a Day’s Work”, many of our anthology’s authors will be joining us today to share their thoughts on the release and their story.

 

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I’ve never had a workplace romance myself, but they’ve always intrigued me. Since a lot of the places I’ve worked over the years have discouraged (or outright forbidden) coworker relationships, romances between cubicle mates have been developed forbidden fruit appeal for me. And since I’m very happily married—and work from home, to boot—the only way to get my fix is vicariously.

Luckily, others seem to share my fascination. We’ve put together a fabulous collection of workplace romance tales—from sweet to steamy—in All in a Day’s Work. Every story in the book hits a different note, and they’re all great.

For me, it was a lot of fun to explore a workplace romance through an additional lens of scrutiny by making the characters actors. The combination of forbidden romance and all of the boundless speculation of an active show fandom practically wrote itself. (Which was fortunate, since I lost a day to all the “research” about how fans speculate about suspected relationships between cast members on Tumblr. Seriously, has anyone ever successfully just viewed a single page on Tumblr without falling down the rabbit hole?)

Troy, one of the main characters in My OTP, shares my Tumblr fascination. He makes a habit of checking it several times a day to scope out photos of his costar (and secret hook-up) Ryder. It’s adorable, especially since his obsession isn’t exactly one-sided.

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 Troy Casley and Ryder Hamilton cohost a popular myth-debunking reality television show, and their    on-air chemistry is a big part of the show’s huge fan base. Fans have long suspected there’s more between them than just friendship, and most posts on Tumblr about them are accompanied with exclamation points and the tag OTP— One True Pairing. Little do the fans know, but they’re on to something. Troy and Ryder have been having a secret affair for months.

But Troy wants more than just a casual relationship with Ryder. Like their hardcore fans, he wants Ryder to be his OTP. When Ryder discovers the social media sites where Troy obsessively reads about them, his reaction just might surprise Troy.

My OTP by Bru Baker in All in a Day’s Work
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On a completely unrelated note, I’ll be a supporting author at GRL this year! I have some great swag to give away, so hunt me down if you’re attending. (And don’t fret if you’re not—I’ll be saving some of  it to give away on Twitter when I’m promoting my next two releases, Late Bloomer and The Magic of Weihnachten, both of which will be out in December.)

 

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Bru Baker is a freelance journalist who writes for newspapers and magazines. Fiction makes her happiest, whether it’s creating herown characters or getting caught up in someone else’s. She and her husband live in the Midwest with their two young children, whose antics make finding time to write difficult but never let life get boring.

Visit Bru online at www.bru-baker.com or follow her on Twitter.

All in a Day’s Work Release Party – Kay Walker

September 22, 2014

 

To celebrate the release of the “All in a Day’s Work”, many of our anthology’s authors will be joining us today to share their thoughts on the release and their story.

 

Hi there! I’m Kay Walker, and I’m very thrilled to be here to discuss an anthology I’ve had the privilege to be a part of. A group of writers via Bru Baker on Twitter decided to go with the theme of ‘workplace’ and write short stories to create an anthology. We all went our own separate ways to write a variety of unique shorts based on that theme, and lucky for us Dreamspinner liked what we came up with! All in a Day’s Work is anthology, and below is a little bit about my own story called Unmasked, as well as the inspiration for my own setting and characters.

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Unmasked blurb:

In the near future, the line between the poor and the Uppers—the cruel and greedy rich—is sharper than ever. Raven’s work as a spy is to maintain the public persona of a member of high society while teaming up with his tech handler, codename Glitch, to electronically steal from the rich and redirect resources to the poor. They’ve set their sights on avaricious Upper Jakinda Diaz, who Raven has been studying for months. After a close call on the mission, Raven returns to their safe house full of restless energy. Both Raven and Glitch need to relieve the stress of their dangerous careers in espionage and they find that with each other.

 

Inspiration for Unmasked:

My story is a bit of a combination of a setting and a trope that I love – dystopian worlds and spies!

I love dystopian stories because of the world building that goes into it. Whether it be The Hunger Games or Hugh Howey’s Wool series, the setting can always add a fascinating element to a story. While Unmasked is not nearly as extreme of a dystopian world as those, it was a chance for me to try to build one that could be well on its way. The setting is what drives certain differences between Raven and Glitch, but also brings them together.

As fun as it was to build a world, I needed to stick to the theme of the story for the anthology, which was ‘workplace.’ I wanted to do something a little different, and recent entertainment viewing was what inspired the profession of spies.

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As I was starting to work on an idea for the story, I was undoubtedly influenced by a recent movie I had just seen about one of the most famous fictional spies, James Bond. This time, he had an adorable, brilliant techie helping him out too.

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One other spy influence has been the CW’s recent reboot of Nikita. One of my favourite characters on the show was Seymour Birkhoff, the genius/hacker/technician of the show.  This is where the idea for Glitch came from, though I would definitely say they have different characteristics and personalities.

Basically, I just really liked the idea of playing with the dynamic of the spy and the tech genius behind the scenes that helps them complete their missions. Setting it in a nearly-dystopian future also lent to being able to come up with creative technology, while having the spies take on a Robin Hood-esque sort of roll. I had a blast writing it!

 

Kay Walker’s Bio: Kay Walker was born and raised on the Canadian Prairies. Growing up in a small, rural town, books not only helped to pass the time but also became a beloved form of entertainment. Reading opened up the world in ways Kay could only dream about. And dream she did! Kay now loves trying to create characters, plots, and entire worlds of her own in hopes to entertain others.

In addition to reading and writing, Kay likes watching movies and television shows— especially anything supernatural, sci-fi, LGBTQA, or with strong female characters. She enjoys traveling, spending time with friends and family, and tries to be buddies with the elliptical. (They don’t always get along.)

Twitter: @KayWalkerWrites

Website: http://kaywalkerwrites.com/

E-mail: kay.walker.writes@gmail.com

 

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EM’s winner from Spaghetti Western Release Party

September 18, 2014

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A huge thank you to everyone who stopped by to chat yesterday and everyone who bought a copy of my charity novella to help me support Family Builders and LGBTQ Foster kids. I’m thrilled with the response to my project. (If you missed it, please read this post).

$5 DSP Gift Certificate goes to Alex!  I will have the certificate sent to the email address you used when you commented here.

Please also check out the FREE READS on my website!

 

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Thank you for making Spaghetti Western a bestseller! It’s right in the middle at the DSP bestseller lists, and on Amazon top seller lists for Gay Romance all around the world. You are all awesome and I hope you’ll contact me and let me know what you thought of the book. (A review on Amazon, DSP site or Goodreads is also very much appreciated!)

If you haven’t friended me on Facebook, please do!  And make sure to let me know if you ordered Spaghetti Western on or before 9/17 at Dreamspinner so you can get your bonus story. More info here.

My blog tour continues at Smoocher’s Voice, Raine O’Tierney’s Hat Party and My Fiction Nook, so stop by and see what else is going there!

Happy Eating and Happy Reading,

–EM

 

This is me with BG Thomas at GRL in Atlanta.

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