Sweet Tooth by Kim Fielding + Giveaway

November 20, 2017

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I admit to quite a few vices. Some of them harm my bank account and lead to storage issues, like my book and footwear addictions. Others have the potential to impact my health—such as my terrible sweet tooth. I blame my forebears for that one. My ancestors came from Central and Eastern Europe, and I’ve learned during my travels in those places that a predilection for sweets is common. In most cities you can hardly go a block without encountering tempting bakeries or deliciously scented chocolate shops. And don’t even get me started on the gelato and ice cream….

Given my own vice, perhaps it’s no surprise that Peter, one of the main characters in Ante Up, has a taste for sweets. In fact, sugary stuff comprises most of his diet. (You’ll have to read the book to learn why!) It’s a bit of a contrast to the other protagonist’s meals: Ante is a vampire, so while Peter’s gobbling pie and candy, Ante is satisfied with some nice A-Pos. Especially if the blood in question is Peter’s. (Don’t worry—Ante is careful when he snacks on Peter.)

In Peter’s honor, I thought I’d share a somewhat unusual recipe for something sweet. This was my grandmother’s recipe—I have no idea if she invented it or got it from somewhere—and it’s one of my favorite comfort foods.

 

Rose’s Rice Pudding

1 cup raw rice
3 eggs, beaten
1 tsp vanilla
½ cup sugar
1 Tbsp butter
1 tsp almond extract
7/8 cup orange juice
1 cup raisins

Cook rice. To warm rice, add butter, eggs, vanilla, almond extract, OJ, sugar, and raisins. Mix. Spread in greased 9×13 baking pan. Bake at 325F for 40 minutes. Cut into squares. Can be eaten warm or cold.

What sweet do you have a weakness for? Comment with your favorites, and don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter below.

 

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Blurb:

Love is a high-stakes game.

A century and a half ago, Ante Novak died on a Croatian battlefield—and rose three days later as a vampire. Now he haunts Las Vegas, stealing blood and money from drunken gamblers and staying on the fringe of the powerful vampire organization known as the Shadows. His existence feels empty and meaningless until he meets beautiful Peter Gehrardi, who can influence others with his thoughts.

An attraction flares instantly, bringing a semblance of life to Ante’s dead heart. But the Shadows want Peter too, and they’re willing to kill to get him. As Ante and Peter flee, they learn more about themselves and each other, and they discover that the world is a stranger place than either of them imagined. With enemies at their heels and old mistakes coming back to exact a price, how can Ante and Peter find sanctuary?

 

Author Bio:

Kim Fielding is the bestselling author of numerous m/m romance novels, novellas, and short stories. Like Kim herself, her work is eclectic, spanning genres such as contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, and historical. Her stories are set in alternate worlds, in 15th century Bosnia, in modern-day Oregon. Her heroes are hipster architect werewolves, housekeepers, maimed giants, and conflicted graduate students. They’re usually flawed, they often encounter terrible obstacles, but they always find love.

After having migrated back and forth across the western two-thirds of the United States, Kim calls the boring part of California home. She lives there with her husband, her two daughters, and her day job as a university professor, but escapes as often as possible via car, train, plane, or boat. This may explain why her characters often seem to be in transit as well. She dreams of traveling and writing full-time.

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Donovan and Ethan by Anne Barwell + Giveaway

November 14, 2017

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Thanks for hosting me today as part of my blog tour for One Word, the 3rd book in my Hidden Places series from Dreamspinner Press.  I have a Rafflecopter running as part of the tour so be sure to enter.

Although One Word is the third book in my Hidden Places series, it takes place during the last six weeks of the events in book one—Cat’s Quill.  One of the fun parts about that was writing a new relationship for a couple who were already together in a story that had been published a few years earlier.  Instead of describing what that was like as a writer, I figured it might be more interesting to invite Ethan and Donovan to talk about the experience from their perspective.

Silence.

The author clears her throat.  “Umm, guys, that means you.”

There is a muffled noise of clothing being rearranged, and a discreet cough, and then a room lined with books comes into view.  In one corner sits a rocking chair. The cat on it opens a lazy eye, glances at the two men, and then starts washing her paw.

“Bloody hell,” mutters a male voice with a distinct British accent. “What is it with the cats in this place?”

The camera pans the room before settling on two men sitting next to each other on a nearby sofa.  “Technical difficulties,” one of them says in an American accent. “Right, Ethan?”

Ethan rolls his eyes, and slips his hand into Donovan’s. “Yeah, that.”

“So…. ?“ the author prompts. She picks up the cat, settles her on her lap and then takes a sip of kawakawa tea.  “Floor is all yours. Pretend I’m not here.”

“I wish.”  Ethan sounds as though he would have said more, but Donovan squeezes his hand and whispers something into his ear.  Ethan clears his throat. “It’s wasn’t easy,” he finally admits.  “We’ve been together two years now, and although it brought up memories of when we first met, we’ve come a long way since then.”

“And been through a lot together,” Donovan smiles softly.  “I’ll always remember that first time I saw Ethan at the train station.  I thought he was hot then felt guilty as I didn’t think I should be hitting on someone who was worried about a missing friend.”

“I’ve always been rubbish at making friends, and I was still trying to put a… relationship behind me,” Ethan adds. “We took so many steps forward and then back during those few weeks. I was such an idiot.”

“If you were an idiot, then so was I.” Donovan bits his lip. “When I think about how close we came to—”

“Spoilers,” mutters the author, looking up from her tea.

“Says the person who wrote a story with a prologue set six months after the epilogue of the last book.” Ethan doesn’t sound impressed. “So yeah, if you want the truth, it was bloody difficult.  You put Donovan through all that crap again, and made him relive those nightmares. And not only that, you put me in a position when I couldn’t help him like I usually do. So don’t—”

“Ethan…” Donovan leans over and kisses Ethan gently on the cheek. “Sorry, we know how difficult it is to write something like this, and we appreciate the fact that you took the time to write our story. Don’t we, Ethan?”

“Yes.” Ethan pauses for a moment. “I must admit, I enjoyed reliving our first kiss. I’m looking forward to the rest of our future together too.” He glances at the author suspiciously.

She studies her tea. “A future together?  Hey, I’m a romance writer. Of course you’ll get a future together.”

Donovan glances at Ethan. “She’ll make us work for it though. But, whatever happens, we’ll get through it together. Right, Teach?”

“Right.”  Ethan looks over at the author, but she’s gone.  “I love you,” he murmurs to Donovan, pulling him close for a kiss.

“Love you too.”  Their lips meet and the screen fades to black.

 

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Blurb:

A Hidden Places Story

Ethan Leavitt arrives in the idyllic village of Oakwood to search for a missing friend. Having always prided himself on his ability to find rational explanations, Ethan’s trust in concrete evidence and logic is tested by the mystery of Oakwood and Tomas’s disappearance.

Donovan Campbell’s happy, sometimes flippant, exterior hides a past he’d rather forget. As he struggles with his memories and to hold on to the inn he owns with his best friend, the last thing Donovan needs is for some guy he’s only just met to start getting under his skin. When a bank robbery escalates into a dangerous situation, Donovan must embrace a part of himself he can no longer ignore in order to save a future that might never have the chance to exist.

Ethan learns that often the person you’re looking for is not the one you find. But have he and Donovan both realized that too late…?

 

 

Excerpt:

“I’m so sorry, Jane,” Ethan said, “and I apologize for my insensitivity earlier. It was completely out of line.”

She managed a shaky smile. “Thank you for being understanding. Good afternoon, gentlemen. I guess it’s a good thing that I have the day off, isn’t it?”

“I’m sorry for kicking you,” Donovan said after she’d left.

“I can be an insensitive jerk at times. Lord knows, I’ve been told that often enough.”

“Not always. You’ve got a kind side to you too.”

Ethan’s concern for Jane had been real enough, as was his mortification that he’d been rude once he’d seen that she was upset.

“You say that like it’s a good thing.” Ethan retrieved his napkin from the side of his plate and wiped his mouth. “Sometimes it’s not, you know. People take advantage. Not that I’m saying she is, but….” He sighed. “Just forget it, okay.”

“Okay.” Donovan wondered who had hurt Ethan and recently. He’d seen enough to connect the dots. “Lots of assholes in this world, unfortunately.”

“And some decent people too. Oakwood’s been good for reminding me of that.”

“Are you sure you’re okay to come to London with me tomorrow?” Donovan couldn’t help but think that something in their conversation had triggered Ethan’s reaction. He’d said Mitchell and Vincent were good friends. Perhaps it was this acquaintance he’d mentioned? The one who had introduced him to them.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Ethan glanced at Donovan’s empty plate. “Have you had enough lunch?”

“Yes, thanks. I was hungrier than I realized.” Donovan finished the last of his beer.

“I went to see the owner of the Chronicle the other day, but he was too busy to talk and suggested we meet briefly today instead. I’m hoping, as he’s been working at the newspaper a while, he can tell me some old stories about Oakwood that didn’t end up in print. You’re welcome to come if you’d like.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I need to do some work at the inn this afternoon. We had to replace some weatherboards a few months ago, and I need to get them painted before winter.” Donovan wished he could have said yes, but Heidi was stressing about it. If he didn’t get onto it soon, she’d be out there doing it herself, and she did enough already. Part of their agreement in taking on the inn was that they split the workload between them, and Donovan made sure he pulled his weight. “You’re okay to find your own way back?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine. Thanks for asking.” Ethan pushed back his chair and walked over to the counter to pay for their meal. “I’ll see you later, at the inn.”

“Okay. Sounds good.” Donovan didn’t follow him immediately but instead stayed at the table watching Ethan at the counter. His hair curled up slightly at the back, his jacket falling to mid-ass, not quite covering it. He had a very nice ass.

Bet he kisses well too.

Oh fuck. Donovan closed his eyes for a moment. Where the hell had that thought come from? He was falling for the guy, wasn’t he—falling for a guy who wasn’t interested and would be walking out of his life in a couple of days.

Donovan heard footsteps walking away. He opened his eyes just in time to see Ethan disappear out the door. It was time to leave and bury himself in the work he needed to get done. He stood and headed for the door, giving Eoin and his friends a wave as he passed their table.

He hadn’t missed the money the three men had given Craig or the grins they all wore.

Donovan groaned. Great, that was all he needed. The pub door slammed as he stalked through it. Yep, they were running another betting pool all right.

It wasn’t his fault they were wasting their time. They’d find that out soon enough for themselves.

 

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You can find the list of sites taking part in the blog tour here:

https://annebarwell.wordpress.com/blog-hops/

November 3 – Open Skye Book Reviews
November 6 – Book Reviews and More by Kathy
November 6 – Top to Bottom Reviews
November 6 – Two Men Are Better Than One
November 6 – Gay Book Promotions
November 7 – Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words
November 8 – Happily Ever After Chapter
November 9 – Love Bytes Reviews
November 10 – Boy Meets Boy Reviews
November 10 – Nic Starr
November 13 – The Novel Approach Reviews
November 14 – Dreamspinner Press Blog
November 15 – Aisling Mancy

 

Bio:

Anne Barwell lives in Wellington, New Zealand.  She shares her home with two cats who are convinced that the house is run to suit them; this is an ongoing “discussion,” and to date it appears as though the cats may be winning.

In 2008 she completed her conjoint BA in English Literature and Music/Bachelor of Teaching. She has worked as a music teacher, a primary school teacher, and now works in a library. She is a member of the Upper Hutt Science Fiction Club and plays violin for Hutt Valley Orchestra.

She is an avid reader across a wide range of genres and a watcher of far too many TV series and movies, although it can be argued that there is no such thing as “too many.” These, of course, are best enjoyed with a decent cup of tea and further the continuing argument that the concept of “spare time” is really just a myth. She also hosts other authors, reviews for the GLBTQ Historical Site “Our Story” and Top2Bottom Reviews, and writes monthly blog posts for Authors Speak and Love Bytes.

Anne’s books have received honorable mentions four times and reached the finals three times in the Rainbow Awards.  She has also been nominated twice in the Goodreads M/M Romance Reader’s Choice Awards—once for Best Fantasy and once for Best Historical.

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Molly, The Deputy Editor by Anna Butler + Giveaway

November 3, 2017

Molly, the Deputy Editor

 

This is a completely frivolous post. Please don’t expect any great insights into writing, or the Lancaster’s Luck series. This is one for fun.

I have a deputy editor.

Of course, Desi and her cohorts at Dreamspinner have been utterly brilliant at keeping me under control. They’ve jollied me through the editing process, telling me when I need to tighten things up, taking out (or putting in!) all those pesky commas, saying things like “Whoa, Anna, but that’s a continuity problem!” and asking gentle questions like “Did you mean to slow down the pacing there?” or “Does every camel in this book sneer down its nose?” Answer: yes. Because, camels. They sneer and blow froth at you and they just don’t care.

I can’t praise Dreamspinner highly enough when it comes to supporting their authors through the editing and production process. But they aren’t here all day, sitting in their chairs at the back of my study, watching over me as I write.

Molly is, however.

This is my deputy editor, who is here with me all the time. She’s maybe not that hot on semicolon use, but boy, is she a supple contortionist. Molly, my cockerpoo, who rules our house and home. And our hearts.

 

 

She is so adorable, she ended up in a secondary character role in The Jackal’s House, guesting there as young Harry Winter’s dog also, coincidentally, called Molly. Personally, I think she steals every scene she guests in, but that’s probably just personal prejudice.

Who do you have in your life like Molly? Dog, cat, parrot, monitor lizard, scarab beetle in a matchbox? Do post pictures here to share and I’ll get Molly to choose one to win a little bag of Lancaster’s Luck loot. Whichever picture she licks, gets the prize.

Not very sanitary, perhaps, but fair. Come to think on it, that sums up her editing process in half a dozen words.

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Blurb:

Something is stalking the Aegyptian night and endangering the archaeologists excavating the mysterious temple ruins in Abydos. But is it a vengeful ancient spirit or a very modern conspiracy….

Rafe Lancaster’s relationship with Gallowglass First Heir, Ned Winter, flourishes over the summer of 1900, and when Rafe’s House encourages him to join Ned’s next archaeological expedition, he sees a chance for it to deepen further. Since all the Houses of the Britannic Imperium, Rafe’s included, view assassination as a convenient solution to most problems, he packs his aether pistol—just in case.

Trouble finds them in Abydos. Rafe and Ned begin to wonder if they’re facing opposition to the Temple of Seti being disturbed. What begins as tricks and pranks escalates to attacks and death, while the figure of the Dog—the jackal-headed god, Anubis, ruler of death—casts a long shadow over the desert sands. Destruction follows in his wake as he returns to reclaim his place in Abydos. Can Rafe and Ned stand against both the god and House plots when the life of Ned’s son is on the line?

 
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About Anna:

Anna was a communications specialist for many years, working in various UK government departments on everything from marketing employment schemes to organizing conferences for 10,000 civil servants to running an internal TV service. These days, though, she is writing full time. She recently moved out of the ethnic and cultural melting pot of East London to the rather slower environs of a quiet village tucked deep in the Nottinghamshire countryside, where she lives with her husband and the Deputy Editor, aka Molly the cockerpoo.

 

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The Cover Artist Made Me Write This Scene by Z. Allora

November 2, 2017

The Cover Artist Made Me Write This Scene

 

 

Greetings! I want to thank Dreamspinner Press for not only publishing The Librarian’s Rake but for allowing me to share this excerpt, and do a giveaway on their blog.                    

To celebrate the release of The Librarian’s Rake I’ll be giving away 3 e-books of Secured and Free, (Book #2 of Entwined Dreams) and a $20 gift card to Dreamspinner Press. Details below.

 

Truth be told I was rather a mess while picking The Librarian’s Rake’s cover. This is my first nondrawn book cover which makes sense because this is my first true (non-yaoified) contemporary romance. Combine that with the fact I have this obsessive need to capture a scene from my book on the cover and you can imagine how pleased the art department is with me… (No, thankfully they were VERY patient!).

I had originally hoped to capture Tristan (the librarian) and Phillip (the rake) pre-library sex. Like maybe Tristan pressed against one of the library bookshelves looking flustered and hot with Phillip ready to debauch him like a duke with the virgin governess of a bodice ripper. But none of the photo covers fit that imagine. Though they offered to rework it for me but I had already gotten attached to the current cover.

It captured the very moment Phillip realized maybe there was more to happy endings than just swallowing. It was at that second he let in the possibility of happily ever after. I knew the pivotal scene happened but I started the scene directly after the realization so the words were not on the page.

Soooooo, I added the moments the cover captured. The night before was BJ 101 and Phillip was still telling himself it was just sex… and then he peers over…

 

Here’s the excerpt for The Librarian’s Rake:

 

An adorable snore signaled that the intense snuggling had sent Tristan back to dreamland. When he rolled over in his sleep, Phillip followed and cuddled up to his back feeling… complete.

He lay there for a long time, listening to Tristan breathe. If Phillip were the romantic sort, he might even believe their hearts had synchronized. Instead he focused on trying to tame Tristan’s wild hair. Blowjob class did no one’s hairstyle any favors.

As Phillip finger-combed the sun-kissed strands, Tristan started making the cutest little sighs. The contented purrs continued, smashing through the crumbling walls around Phillip’s heart.

What was happening?

Phillip didn’t want to let go… even as part of him struggled with the need to escape what his heart craved. Maybe he could—

No! He needed to exit.

Pausing, he leaned over his sleeping beauty and pressed a kiss on Tristan’s cheek. Wait, his sleeping beauty?

Granted, he’d put that satisfied smile on Tristan’s face. But the pleased gratification was simply the result of a cock well sucked not of a relationship. Last night was simply a sexual tutorial. It was just sex.

Tristan wasn’t his.

Though why did everything about this amazing man make Phillip wish he could—

Time for a shower!

           He bypassed Tristan’s bathroom and opted for the guest bath—afterall he was just a visitor. He used the facilities, brushed his teeth, and took a quick shower.

It was ridiculous how a night of good orgasms could make him want…. Ha! What, Tristan sucked his cock and all of a sudden Phillip was looking to settle down? Did coming that hard make him lose track of reality and melt his common sense? Whatever! He needed to get a grip.

He tried to ignore it was the time he had been spending with Tris that made his feelings of lust and friendship morph into—

Shit! How did this happen? He needed to get the hell out of here.

Fuck! Where were his clothes? He not only wanted the barrier clothing would give him, but needed it.

Everything seemed too much.

He wrapped a towel around his waist, braced himself, and opened the door. Damn! His clothing from last night had been washed and folded and set outside the door, along with a plain blue T-shirt, giving him the choice so he didn’t have to wear a T-shirt proclaiming, “Save A Lollipop, Suck A Cock.”

Pulling on his underwear, he chuckled at what Tristan must have thought while washing his unmentionables. They were little more than a black pouch to hide his cock, with bands of rainbow elastic highlighting the availability of his ass.

Phillip wiggled into his jeans and did some knee bends to loosen them. He grabbed the two T-shirts and stared at them.

It was just a fucking T-shirt. However, one yelled fun and flirty, and the other said… I have a boyfriend.

“God, Tris! What the hell are you doing to me?”

How could this be happening? T-shirts didn’t talk! It was a goddamn shirt. He tugged his own on and stared in the mirror. Without product in his hair, he looked a bit of a mess. After a search under the sink, he found a sad can of generic mousse and did what he could.

He washed his hands and headed for the door. Catching his image in the mirror on the back of the door, he stopped. “Shit!” He ripped off his T-shirt and pulled on the other, resettled his hair, and ignored any implications the change in T-shirt meant. Folding his shirt neatly, he told himself he wanted to save it for the next time he went out.

 

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Blurb:

Opposites might attract, but is acting on that attraction wise?

Librarian Tristan Cooper can’t steer clear of sexy, motorcycle-riding bad boy Phillip—the man is hot—but Phillip is bound to and quiet, bookish Tristan boring, like all Tristan’s boyfriends. Tristan yearns to explore his wild side, the part of himself he’s only allowed into his fantasies, and maybe rakish Phillip is just what he needs to feel free.

Sexperienced hairdresser Phillip is more of a believer in happy endings than happily ever afters. Experience has taught him not to hope for more— until he meets sweet, vulnerable Tristan, who seems genuinely interested in his heart. But Phillip can’t trust enough to see himself as a man Tristan might want for more than a night.

With the help of a pair of matchmaking grandfathers, Tristan and Phillip might and the courage to step beyond their comfort zones and discover what has been missing from their lives….

 

To enter the giveaway by telling us who you are more like the librarian or the rake. Winners will be contacted Nov 8th.

 

Bio:

Z. Allora believes in happily ever afters for everyone. She met her own true love through the personals and has traveled to over thirty countries with him. She’s lived in Singapore, Israel and China. Now back home to the USA she’s an active member of PFLAG and a strong supporter of those on the rainbow in her community. She wants to promote understanding and acceptance through her actions and words. Writing rainbow romance allows her the opportunity to open hearts and change minds.

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E-mail: Z.AlloraHappyEndings@gmail.com
FACEBOOK:   Z Allora Allora
Website: www.zallorabooks.com
Twitter: @ZAllora
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To Hell You Ride Exclusive Excerpt w/ Julia Talbot

October 31, 2017

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Hey y’all!

Today I have an exclusive excerpt from To Hell You Ride, which is a historical old west story that Dreamspinner has been kind enough to put back out for me! Roy is a hard rock miner and Edward Clancy is an actor who’s no gentleman. Here’s where they first meet!

XXOO

Julia

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Two weeks passed with no reply to his letter. This would have gone unremarked by Edward Clancy except for the fact that the theater manager called him out on his supposed rudeness, telling him he needed to be patient and kind to all their patrons. Reminding him, of all people, that everyone paid the same to plant themselves in a theater seat.

The reprimand, and its repetition before the next week’s performance, rankled. In fact, it angered him enough that Clancy found himself on the back of a mule, slipping and sliding his way up to nearly eleven thousand feet on the most dizzying, miserable ride he had ever encountered. Two and a half hours’ worth.

The mule did not seem to care for him much either.

“Whoa, mules! Whoa!” the lead rider called out, halting the entire line.

Clancy blinked his sun-dazzled eyes and resettled his beaver cap. Snow-covered shapes began to appear to him—little shanty huts and a few corrals and a few large buildings teetering precariously on the side of the mountain. “Which one is Miss Lee’s?” he asked the mule team man.

The fellow spat, leaving an ugly brown stain on the snow. “That ’un,” the man said, pointing to what was indeed the largest of the buildings. “She charges a dollar a day.”

“Oh, I have no intention of staying on.”

Watery blue eyes peered at him. “Don’t leave out again ’til tomorrow, weather permittin’. You’ll stay tonight or sleep in the snow. Be here at 7:00 a.m. sharp, you.”

The man waited for him to climb stiffly down off the mule before clicking and getting the line moving again, heading for one of the corrals. Clancy shook his head. Really, these western people… the driver had not mentioned at all that he would have to find overnight lodging.

Miss Lee’s was surprisingly tidy on the inside, for all that it smelled of fried meat. It had cabbage-rose wallpaper and wildly patterned rugs on the stairs, and a tiny, wizened Chinese woman met him at the counter.

“Rooms one dollar,” she said, smiling a rather toothless smile. Oral hygiene was not a concern here, obviously.

“I will need a room for the night,” Clancy said, digging out a dollar coin. “But I should also like to see Roy Marsh, if you please.”

Quick as a hummingbird, the woman took his money, snatching it out of his fingers as easily as any cutpurse. “Room 304 for you. Big Roy working.”

“Where does he work? May I inquire there?”

She looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “He work deep. Dangerous. Boss not let you in.”

“When does he return home?”

“Late night. You see. I tell him.” She smiled again, and really it was an amazing picture she presented. “You want food, twenty-five more cents.”

“I think I shall manage without,” Clancy said, his nose wrinkling at the lingering odor in the hallway.

“You change your mind, you ring bell.” And with that she was off, making nary a sound as she disappeared behind a faded silk curtain. She had left a brass key with a piece of ribbon attached sitting on the counter.

Trudging, Clancy made his way to the third floor, the house unnaturally quiet, the only sound his labored breathing. By the time he stood in front of the door to room 304, his ears rang and spots swam before his eyes. He felt nauseated in the extreme, and the veins in his temples throbbed. Goodness, but the mines were high. How did men work in such conditions?

The room had a well-worn but washed look, neat as a pin. The simple bedstead and washstand were augmented by a wardrobe, the only other piece of furniture being a cane chair. Clancy set his hat aside on it and lay down, his inability to breathe properly making him feel weak and sleepy.

A pounding at the door woke him much later in the day, if the lack of light was any indication. It must, in fact, have been evening. Clancy could barely lift his head, managing no more than a croaked, “Yes?”

“Begging your pardon, sir. My name is Roy Marsh. Miss Lee says you’re wanting to see me?”

The voice on the other side of the door boomed through the panels, for all that the man seemed to be trying to whisper. Clawing at the ticking, Clancy managed to rise and stagger to the door, leaning heavily on frame as he opened it.

“Indeed, sir,” Clancy said. “You have maligned me. I wish to take that up with you. I fear, however, that I am indisposed.”

And with that Clancy was violently ill, all over Roy Marsh’s mud-encrusted boots.

 

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Blurb:

Big Roy is a hard-rock miner with a not-so-secret love for the theater, so when he hears a new troupe of actors are coming to the Telluride Opera House to put on a Shakespeare play, he saddles his mule and makes the trek into town to see it. The play doesn’t disappoint, but the beautiful lead actor, Edward Clancy, certainly does. Clancy is rude and arrogant, and Roy figures he’d never have a chance with such a man. He’s wrong, because Clancy needs some entertainment himself, being stuck in a hellish mining town for the long, snowy winter. Come spring, though, Clancy knows he’s going to want to move on, and he thinks Roy will be easy to forget. Then tragedy hits, and Clancy has to rethink his entire life. Can these two strike gold?

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First Edition Published by SCREWDRIVER An imprint of Torquere Press, January 2007.

 

Author Bio:

Julia Talbot lives in the great Southwest, where there is hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full time author, Julia has been published by Dreamspinner Press and Changeling Press. She believes that everyone deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters are involved. Find her on the web at www.juliatalbot.com

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The Paper Cycle by Ava Hayden

October 30, 2017

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Hi everyone!

I’m Ava Hayden. Thanks to Dreamspinner for letting me post a few thoughts here for the release of Highballer, #17 in the World of Love series, set in Alberta, Canada. Alberta happens to be where I live and write, so it was an obvious choice for me to pitch to Dreamspinner for a World of Love series entry.

Alberta is a many-faceted province. We’ve got the Calgary Stampede and lots of cows and cowboy culture, but also the Rockies with vast national parks. Plus we’ve got badlands and fossils, forests, oil sands, endless fields of wheat (barley, oats, lentils, canola, alfalfa, and more), and wild northern spaces where you can find herds of wood bison and the world’s largest beaver dam.

I’d already written one MM romance about an Alberta farmer on the prairies (His Fallow Heart). Other people have written MM romances about paleontologists and cowboys in Alberta, so I decided I was going to tackle tree planting, which I hadn’t seen in any MM romance to date. Every year thousands of Canadians, many of them twentysomethings, are out planting millions of seedlings. Tree planting is a huge industry. Why is tree planting a big deal? Because, bottom line, in Canada if you harvest a tree, you plant a tree (if you are a lumber company and you want to keep harvesting, that is). These businesses contract with tree planting companies.

I knew nothing about tree planting before I heard first-hand stories from family members who paid much of their university costs through planting. One of the best stories involves a brother-in-law who decided to visit his girlfriend on the way home after a summer of tree planting—ratty planting clothes, planter’s beard, and all. The girlfriend’s father answered the door only to find every dad’s worst nightmare standing on his front porch (or so he thought). Luckily the story has a happy ending! The girlfriend eventually became his wife, and they’ve been married over two decades now.

To refresh my memory, I “interviewed” one planter veteran in the family and looked through his old photo albums. For a moment (a really short one) I wondered if I could have cut it as a tree planter. Realistically? Like Remy, I love my piped-in running water and flush toilets, but unlike Remy, I don’t think I could have given them up for a summer. Throw in the constant aches and pains, injuries, bug bites, claw hand, and crazy Alberta weather, and you see why tree planting companies want you to say “I really want the money” when they ask why you want the job.

Besides the money, tree planting has a few other upsides too. You get up close and personal with nature. You see parts of Alberta that many lifelong residents never will. You make good friends. And you know you’re tough enough to do one of the hardest jobs in the world.

 

Check out Highballer today!

 

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Blurb

What happens when the man is as tempting as the money?

Remy Delacour’s family doesn’t believe in mainstream medicine, and when Remy’s boyfriend reveals that Remy is majoring in nursing, they cut him off. He has to find money to finish his education—fast. And he is so done with boyfriends.

Levi Aronson met the guy of his dreams and followed him to Australia. He knew the chances for a lasting romance were slim—and boy, was he right. Now he’s back in Canada, a year behind in his university program, and short of funds. He needs money, not another man.

Tree planting is a way to make a lot of money fast, but it’s one of the hardest jobs in the world. When Levi, an experienced planter, sees pretty, sloe-eyed Remy, Levi is certain he’ll never last.

They’ll have to pry Remy’s shovel from his cold, stiff fingers, because he won’t quit—or let anything take his eyes off the prize. When a storm brings Remy and Levi together, each finds the other a distraction from the big goal. But can anything develop between two men who have sworn off relationships?

World of Love: Stories of romance that span every corner of the globe.

 

Author Bio

Ava Hayden lives and writes in Alberta, Canada. When not writing, she loves reading yaoi manga and gay romance, baking, seeing plays, hearing live music, and hiking (even though she once came face to face with two grizzlies on a trail). Most of the time her life isn’t that exciting, and that’s fine by her.

More about Ava

Ava Hayden Writes: https://avahayden.com/
Ava Hayden on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/avahayden.ab/
Ava Hayden on Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/avahaydenab/
Ava Hayden on Facebook: fb.me/avahayden.ab
Ava Hayden on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/avahayden
Ava Hayden on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Ava_Hayden
Ava Hayden at Dreamspinner Press: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/authors/ava-hayden-812

 

 

What Affects Me While Writing a Book by Xenia Melzer

October 27, 2017

 

What Affects Me

 

As I mentioned before, getting the idea for a book usually happens automatically when the plot bunny targets you. You have the idea, you write down some key points, if you’re really lucky and/or disciplined, you even have a plot outline and most of the characters covered. All you have to do now is start with the actual writing.

In the beginning, I’m usually excited and so full of determination, I’m convinced I can write the whole thing in less than a week.

Two weeks later, and not that far into chapter three, I wonder if the idea is really that good, if I shouldn’t rewrite everything, or drop the entire project. While I try to get my motivation back and my groove on, one of the children gets sick. Nothing bad, usually just a cold, but it ALWAYS happens when I need my flow and not somebody with a runny nose clinging to me, demanding to play memory and to read stories. The stories my younger daughter loves don’t have that many words in them yet and usually rhyme. Wonderful if you want to write a kinky scene with leather and whips in it and just can’t get “The Sports Day of the Imps” out of your head. Including the drawings.

After the child is better again, I go back to writing. The imps have vacated my brain, leaving more space for gorgeous men getting their dose of 18+ rated fun. I’m about one third into the book, satisfied with how much progress I’m making, and ready to get some more action (sexual and otherwise) in, when the cat decides to show me her prowess at hunting and brings in a living mouse. Which she then sets free, because otherwise it would be boring. For reasons I don’t understand, my husband doesn’t fancy mice running around the house and, of course, he’s not here to take care of the problem himself. It’s the cat and me and she’s now on her favorite spot on the couch, watching me with that satisfied look she always wears when she thinks she’s done me a favor. I get a dish towel, put on the light in the kitchen (unlike cockroaches, mice run toward the light), shoo the mouse into a corner (they tend to stay to the walls, so that’s fairly easy, you just have to prevent them from climbing), drop the towel on it, very carefully lift the towel to see where the tail is, grab it by the tail, and bring it back into the garden. Now that I have had my nightly exercise, I can go back to writing. Strangely enough, I suddenly decide a cat is just what the plot has been missing. So I spend the rest of the evening debating whether a feline would add that certain appeal or not. Then it’s time for bed and I’m still only one third into the novel.

A few days later, the cat conundrum is solved (I’m not saying if pro or con), when they play this song on the radio I haven’t heard in ages. After calculating how long ago it has been released, realizing how old I am when really, graduation was just last year, and feeling sorry for myself for a moment (Until I reach my stash of chocolate – one of the perks of getting older? You don’t give a damn what time of day it is to get your sweets!), I have another idea for the plot that forces me to rewrite a large part.

I could keep this list going forever, because everything that happens around me influences my writing. Sometimes this is good, because I get fresh ideas and my plots become more interesting. Sometimes, it’s bad. I get distracted, lose my red thread, or have to rewrite entire parts. I never know beforehand, which makes writing each book a unique and exciting process I wouldn’t want to miss for the world. Except when it’s painful. Or when I’m stuck. Or…

 

Check out A Dom and His Writer today!

 

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Blurb:

Life is perfect for Richard and Dean. Richard is a wealthy and successful businessman who also owns a BDSM club, and Dean is a best-selling author and sub to Richard. They’re young, happy, and in love. The future is bright…. Until tragedy strikes and an accident claims Dean’s beloved sister. Dean finds himself the guardian of a three-month-old infant, and soon he’s trading in his leather fetish gear for diapers and drool bibs. But little Emily is all that remains of his family, so how can he abandon her? It’s not what Richard signed up for. As much as he tries to be supportive, he never wanted kids and misses having his partner to himself. Suddenly the life he imagined for them is gone, and he’s not sure their relationship can survive the upheaval. But fate isn’t through with Dean, and when misfortune strikes again, will he be able to turn to the man he loves? A final crisis will determine if they can pull together as a family or must face facts and part ways.

 

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Author Bio:

Xenia Melzer is a mother of two who enjoys riding and running when she’s not writing stories. She doesn’t like beer but is easily tempted by a virgin Mojito. Or chocolate. Truffles are especially cherished, even though she doesn’t discriminate. A true chocoholic, she welcomes any kind of cocoa-based delight.

You can contact her through her website: http//www.xeniamelzer.com
Or befriend and follow her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/xeniamelzer/

 

 

The Magic of Key West by CJane Elliott

October 17, 2017

 

The Magic of Key West

 

I was happy to set my novella In Over Our Heads in Key West. I’d been there once, briefly, many years ago. Briefly as in two hours on a stopover during a cruise. So I decided I needed a refresher on Key West and talked my sister into coming with me. We took off this past March from Orlando where I had just attended the Dreamspinner Author Conference. Road trip!

There’s a lot of blue in the Florida Keys. I took this picture out of our car window:

 

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Key West is a charming town where it’s hard to take a bad picture. Here’s one of my favorites, snapped on an evening walk:

 

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We made a pilgrimage to a local bookstore that’s owned by Judy Blume. She was there, y’all! I was too shy to approach her (or take her picture) and probably just as well, because I was sick as a dog and had a coughing attack in the store before I fled.

 

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Despite my ailments, I had a wonderful time in Key West and tried my best to capture its charm in the story. Here’s a Key West sunset for the end of this post—and yes, I took this picture with my iPhone. Key West is glorious!

 

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Check out In Over Our Heads today!

 

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Blurb:

Anthony Vallen is the life of any party. Full of energy and fun, Anthony adores romance and enjoys playing matchmaker for his friends while dancing the night away with a series of Mr. Right Nows. But he’s given up on his own happy ending. A bad breakup years ago made him a secret cynic about love… until he runs into Walter Elkins—the boy who broke his teenaged heart—on a scuba-diving vacation in Key West. Suddenly, Anthony’s reasons for shunning romance no longer hold much water. Being with Walter again forces Anthony to get serious—about himself, his worth, and his heart’s desires. Brilliant and self-contained, scientist Walter Elkins prefers deep thoughts to other people. He’s a good boss and a model citizen, but Walter doesn’t let anyone get close. After a tragedy drove him out of his science career, Walter landed in Key West and became owner of a dive shop and a bar. Things are fine until Anthony Vallen—the only person who ever penetrated his defenses—shows up, and Walter’s calm, controlled life capsizes. He and Anthony have a second chance for love, but Walter must confront the old fears that threaten to torpedo their happiness.

 

Author Bio:

After years of hearing characters chatting away in her head, CJane Elliott finally decided to put them on paper and hasn’t looked back since. A psychotherapist by training, CJane enjoys writing sexy, passionate stories that also explore the human psyche. CJane has traveled all over North America for work and her characters are travelers, too, traveling down into their own depths to find what they need to get to the happy ending.

CJane is an ardent supporter of LGBTQ equality and is particularly fond of coming out stories. In her spare time, CJane can be found dancing, listening to music, or watching old movies. Her husband and son support her writing habit by staying out of the way when they see her hunched over, staring intensely at her laptop.

CJane is the author of the award-winning Serpentine Series, New Adult contemporary novels set at the University of Virginia. Serpentine Walls was a 2014 Rainbow Awards finalist, Aidan’s Journey was a 2015 EPIC Awards finalist, and Sex, Love, and Videogames won first place in the New Adult category in the 2016 Swirl Awards and first place in Contemporary Fiction in the 2017 EPIC eBook Awards.

E-mail: cjaneelliott@gmail.com
Website: http://www.cjaneelliott.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/CJaneElliott
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cjane.elliott
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/CJane-Elliott/e/B00LPIJDM2/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
Dreamspinner: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/authors/cjane-elliott-124

 

 

Horror Writers Fan Club w/ Sean Michael

October 15, 2017

Horror Writers Fan Club

 

 

Hi Dreamers!

I was very enthusiastic when Dreamspinner announced their Dreamspun Beyond line. I enjoy writing paranormal stories and all the tropes that come with that. However, when I sat down to write it, I found that instead of a shifter or vampire story, what I wanted to do was a ghost story. I had this team of gay ghost hunters pop up in my head, and they promised to bring the boo factor along with the love story.

I was nervous because while I enjoy reading horror, I didn’t know if I had the chops to write it. Luckily, as this was also a romance, I didn’t have to write heavy horror, just some boo and some gross and the characters gave that up to me fairly easily. In the end, I loved writing this book – it was a lot of fun.

My biggest influence in the horror genre is Stephen King. He is in fact one of my favorite authors, period. I like his stories because they aren’t just horror for horror’s sake. Plus I really appreciate that with Stephen King, in the end, no matter the premise, the horrific beast, the real horror in the book comes from the humans.

I also love and prescribe to King’s writing advice and it is always my number one piece of advice when asked. You wanna be a writer? Then you need to write. Every day.

Who is your favorite horror writer and why?

Sean Michael,
smut fixes everything

Check out The Supers today!

 

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Blurb:

Hunting ghosts and finding more than they bargained for.

Blaine Franks is a member of the paranormal research group the Supernatural Explorers. When the group loses their techie to a cross-country move, newly graduated Flynn Huntington gets the job. Flynn fits in with the guys right off the bat, but when it comes to him and Blaine, it’s more than just getting along.

Things heat up between Blaine and Flynn as they explore their first haunted building together, an abandoned hospital. Their relationship isn’t all that progresses, though, and soon it seems that an odd bite on Blaine’s neck has become much more.

Hitchhiking ghosts, a tragic love story forgotten by time, and the mystery of room 204 round out a romance where the things that go bump in the night are real.

 

 

Bio:

Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.

Sean Michael on the web:

WEBSITE: http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
BLOG: http://seanmichaelwrites.blogspot.ca
FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/SeanMichaelWrites/
TWITTER: seanmichael09
INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/seanmichaelpics/

The Playlist for Living in Fast Forward by BA Tortuga

October 13, 2017

The Playlist (1)

 

Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and playlist junkie.

There’s nothing quite like the playlist for a book about musicians, is there?

Nothing.

This one is country rocker heavy and, as always, starts with Tim McGraw.

Real Good Man Tim McGraw Country
Living in Fast Forward Kenny Chesney
Lets Make Love Tim McGraw/Faith Hill
Play Something Country Brooks & Dunn
The More I Drink Blake Shelton
Please Remember Me Tim McGraw
You’re My Better Half Keith Urban
Where I Come From Alan Jackson
Young Kenny Chesney
The World Brad Paisley
Back When Tim Mcgraw
You Shouldn’t Kiss Me Like This Toby Keith
Over and Over (with Nelly) 4:16 Tim McGraw & Nelly
Grown Men Dont Cry Tim McGraw
All About Tonight Blake Shelton
Country Boy’s World Jason Aldean
Never Wanted Nothing More Kenny Chesney
Raining on Sunday Keith Urban
The Cowboy in Me Tim Mcgraw
Little Bitty Alan Jackson
Over When It’s Over Eric Church
For a Little While Tim McGraw
Like We Never Loved At Tim McGraw & Faith Hill
Ain’t Nothing ‘Bout You Brooks & Dunn
How Forever Feels Kenny Chesney
Love Without End Amen George Strait
Better Life Keith Urban
In Color Jamey Johnson
I Got A Feelin’ Billy Currington
Days Like These Jason Aldean
Gone Country Alan Jackson
Unbroken Tim McGraw
Gettin’ You Home Chris Young
Keep On Eric Church
Who Wouldn’t Want To Be Me (Live) Keith Urban
Brand New Man 3:00 Brooks & Dunn
She’ll Leave You With A Smile George Strait
Back Where I Come From (Live Version) Kenny Chesney
Been There, Done That Luke Bryan
Pickin’ Wildflowers Keith Anderson
I Ain’t Ready to Quit Jason Aldean
Where The Blacktop Ends (live WTC) Keith Urban
Everywhere Tim McGraw
My Front Porch Looking In Lonestar
Right Where I Need To Be Gary Allan
Keg In The Closet Kenny Chesney
Jack Daniels Eric Church
Rock My World (Little Country Girl) Brooks & Dunn
Ocean Front Property George Strait
Drinkin’ Beer and Wastin’ Bullets Luke Bryan

 

Much love, y’all.

BA

 

Check out Living in Fast Forward today!

 

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Blurb

Acclaimed musician Hollis Lee is a little bit rock, a little bit country, and a lot in need of some TLC to mend the years of hardcore partying that threatens to ruin his career. Hollis’s manager, Charlie, has the perfect solution in mind.

Personal trainer Jeremy is even-keeled and nothing if not professional—which means doing his job, getting Hollis back to his fighting weight, and ignoring his fierce attraction to the rock star.

Turns out Hollis has a harder time resisting Jeremy than giving up sausage biscuits and cheeseburgers, but succumbing to temptation could end both of their careers. While Hollis is on tour, no one questions Jeremy’s presence, and that means plenty of time to sneak away for some steamy fun on the tour bus. But when an accident separates them, how will they sustain the relationship that’s starting to mean so much?

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About BA Tortuga

Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds and her beloved wife, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she’s not doing that, she’s writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA’s personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.

Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the  high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head. Find her on the web at www.batortuga.com