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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A Heart-felt Thank You!

September 15, 2014

Thanks, everyone, for helping me celebrate the release of A Matter of When. Tomorrow I’ll pick a name from the commenters to win an e-book copy of the story.

Someone mentioned the song Henri sings in the excerpt. I wrote the lyrics long before the story came to mind, and I’d like to share it with you here. Check in tomorrow for the contest winner.

Thanks again for hanging out with me today and sharing your thoughts.

Hugs,

Eden

A Matter of When (Date with a Bullet—Original Version) by Eden Winters

Got a date with a bullet,

Got a date with a gun,

No matter what I do,

One day it’s gonna come

You say that you love me

But you only speak in lies

Put me down every minute

And I gotta say good-bye

’Cause got a date with a bullet

Got a date with a gun,

And every day that I stay with you

The closer that day comes

Got a date with a bullet,

Got a date with a gun,

No matter what I do,

One day it’s gonna come

It’s just a matter of when

 

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September 10, 2014

Electrify His Heart by Alana Ankh

 

When cyborg Raze, the leader of the resistance, sneaks into a purist ceremony, the attraction between Uriel and him is literally electric.

It is the year 2441. A deadly virus has swept over the planet, short-circuiting cybernetic implants, killing billions. In the aftermath, the newly formed state of Eden is led by the one newborn that survived that dreadful day, Uriel Noah of the House of Zion—the Guiding Light. Unbeknownst to all, Uriel lives in a gilded cage, deprived of basic affection, used as a pawn, craving freedom and love.

 

Cyborg Raze Hartman is the leader of the resistance. His kind—cyborgs with a high cybernetic coefficient—were hit hardest by the virus, the few survivors crippled and enslaved by the purist system. Struggling to keep his father alive, Raze resorts to investigating the Guiding Light, the symbol of cyborg oppression. What he finds changes his life, and Uriel’s.

 

After sneaking into a purist ceremony, Raze sees past Uriel’s facade of strength and aloofness. He sees the lonely young man behind the mask of the Guiding Light. The instantaneous attraction between them is literally electric. But a chasm separates them, as wide as the difference between flesh and metal, and the secrets of Uriel’s past may be the undoing of them all.

 

Length: Novel (200p.) | Genre: Science Fiction | Release Date: September 10, 2014

Buy as eBook ($6.99 ISBN: 978-1-62798-964-0) | Buy as Paperback ($14.99 ISBN: 978-1-62798-963-3)

 

 

 

 

 

Summer Fever by T.T. Kove

 

When Folke stumbles across Axel bathing in a mountain lake, plans are forgotten in favor of love. But did they just suffer a summer fever?

Basking in the long summer days, Axel hikes away from his worries through Norway’s idyllic mountain passes. He’s so at ease that he slips off his clothes and bathes in the cool lake water with no fear of being called out for his bright red hair or body full of freckles. Life is grand.

 

Peace and quiet doesn’t come easy for mystery writer Folke. When he stumbles across his copper-haired muse naked in a mountain oasis, plans for his future novel are long forgotten in favor of love. Nature takes a bite out of the serenity the two find, and the real world encroaches, making the happy couple wonder if they didn’t just suffer a summer fever.

 

Length: Novella (83p.) | Genre: Contemporary  | Release Date: September 10, 2014

Buy as eBook ($3.99 ISBN: 978-1-63216-050-8)

 

 

 

The Winter Dark by J.S. Cook

 

Police chief Gallagher and Deputy Leach work to bring a murdered woman justice and maybe find the answers to questions in their own lives.

Veteran police chief Eli Gallagher doesn’t ask for much, but he does insist that his officers uphold the “serve” part of “serve and protect.” Conscientious young Deputy Stan Leach takes Eli’s motto to heart, maintaining a high standard of personal accountability.

 

When Eli’s long-distance boyfriend, Gilbert Nees, telephones from Philadelphia, Eli thinks he intends to further cement their relationship. Unfortunately, Gilbert’s news is anything but good. But Eli doesn’t have time to wallow, because a violent act results in murder in the small town of Morristown, Mississippi.

 

But as Eli and Stan uncover evidence, their personal lives begin to unravel. Stan, working closely with Chief Gallagher, grows increasingly attached to Eli and learns what it really means to be an advocate of justice.

 

Length: Novella (104p.) | Genre: Contemporary  | Release Date: September 10, 2014

Buy as eBook ($3.99 ISBN: 978-1-63216-103-1)

 

Black Dog

September 5, 2014

Hi again guys,

Here is a excerpt from another creation of mine called “The Medal” which, along with the other stuff I’ve written will go on my new website which I’m developing .  It’s never been offered to a publisher .”The Medal” is based on Australian Rules football and the annual award for the best and fairest player.

It’s written very much in the near future:

CHAPTER 1

AT HOME IN MELBOURNE

The bushland clearing was like many others in Melbourne suburbs; gum trees, low scrub and a carpet of native vegetation in a reserve adjacent to a well established residential area.

There was a man; late 50’s with four children, two dogs and a ginger tomcat, enjoying a picnic; a menagerie.

It was obvious the kids and the animals adored him; his Aboriginal ancestry was evident in the dark eyebrows and deep, dark eyes.  And the clear honey coloured skin which creased only lightly around the eyes as he smiled.

His thick, straight hair was streaked with silver, and pulled into a neat pony tail.

There was a gentleness and approachability about him which the children understood.

And an unmistakable mixture of other blood lines complementing his appearance.

Monti.

Monti Wagner.

They were his grandchildren, of course; two boys and two girls.

All under the age of six with parents who liked to work and get involved in making society what it was.  Providing “Da” would look after the kids.  Cheaper than a crèche (even though they had to pay something) but with the bonus that the kids’ upbringing and education didn’t hesitate for a moment when they were in Da’s care.  If anything, their education accelerated.

Try putting a three year old to bed whose mind was so actively engaged in so many adult propositions that it was impossible to get them down!

Until Da and Pa arrived, told them a story and held their hands until they dozed off.  There was a disturbance along the pathway and the dogs growled, their animosity changing to delight as they recognised the nature of the intruder.

It was Pa.  The dogs ran towards him, followed by the children, whilst Tiddles, the cat, well fed and well rounded, rolled on his back, playing with a gum leaf.

Tall, greying and strong, Warren Williams had a straight back; broad shoulders, and a slight limp from his football days, courtesy of a crook knee.

Also late 50’s, he strode along the path, a beaming smile on his face as he kissed Monti and their grand children in turn.

*****

Their little family group were all around them, in three houses, side by side in a Melbourne suburb, all backing on to the nature reserve.

Warren and Monti in the middle house.

Their daughter and eldest child Shona, her husband Zach and their kids, Anna and James lived in Warren’s parent’s former home, on the southern side.  Mick and Heather Williams, now both eighty five had moved into the spacious granny flat in the garden.  Warren and Monti’s son, Mike jnr. his wife Jenny and their kids, Greg and Fiona were on the other side.  The dividing fences were still intact but there were gates to allow easy access with latches set high up so little fingers couldn’t reach them.

A mini-dynasty from two gay blokes; four generations in fact, in the three properties.

*****

Hand in hand with grand kids, and with Warren carrying Fiona, the youngest, they walked home where Da had a snack waiting, keeping the hungries in check until their dinner time.

A Friday night in spring and it was barbeque night at Shona and Zach’s as usual. The huge commercial barbeque sat in their backyard where Great Grandad was in charge; using his walker as a convenient seat.

Heather Williams threw the mosquito net over the salads as Mick began cooking.

They were doing really well for their age.

“Importantly,” as Warren said, “they both had all their marbles.”

And they certainly did; that fact alone made it possible for them to thrive in the back yard in their old home, in a substantial granny flat, in a very independent manner.  Heather was the family’s unofficial baker.  With energy levels of a person half her age, she cooked an enormous variety of pies, cakes and pastries for themselves and the other three generations.  Monti spoilt them as he always had; their midday meal was always there for them, so Heather never felt she was under any more pressure than she needed to be.  Even though the workload she set herself at special times such as Christmas and Easter was prodigious.

But in her ‘spare’ time she shared a labour of love with her husband;     gay activism.  Mick had begun the unlikely journey from disapproving parent to international gay activist almost as soon as Warren brought Monti home.  Realising his attitude had nearly cost him a son and a family; he set about spreading the word to other parents at home in Australia and overseas.

And, as always, Heather was there supporting him.

Typing emails for him, sometimes as he dictated them, talking to others around the world on similar issues.

Only the previous year, at a black tie dinner, itself a fund raiser, Mick and Heather Williams were jointly awarded a Humanitarian Award by the Human Rights Commission for their work in Africa, particularly in Uganda.

Nearly all the work done from their home in Melbourne.

In Australia Mick had been guest speaker at every single AFA club on many occasions.  And many of the amateur clubs around the nation.

All with the same message; —- homophobia was not only unacceptable as a human condition, it was also unproductive.

“A footy team who doesn’t embrace all its players without reservation is only as strong as its weakest link,” Mick had said.  “And if the weakest link is a homophobe worried about one or two gay guys in the team, then there is no team.  It’s exactly the same with a nation.  When we finally embrace one other with all our diversity, we’ll become a bloody unbeatable team.”

*****

Peter Robertson, aka “Robbo” was not a relative but was certainly part of the family.  Twenty three years old, he was a brilliant ruckman and could kick like no one else in the competition.  He played for Pinewood, where both Warren and his father had spent their active football years.  Robbo had come to live with Warren and Monti because his parents actively disapproved of his very openly gay lifestyle.  Warren and Monti didn’t hesitate; they had spare bedrooms and the idea that any player should be disadvantaged because of his lifestyle was still, all these years later, very close to their hearts.

So Robbo had arrived over a year ago, and never went home.

You could always hear him long before you actually saw him.

Robbo was like that; loud, laughing, and telling jokes 24/7.

It simply never ceased.  A total extrovert; if he was quiet he was ill.

But what you saw was exactly what you got with Robbo.

He had a kind, thoughtful and loving nature and fitted perfectly into the Williams / Wagner clan.  It was like he had been there always.

Sandy hair, beautiful baby blue eyes and a cheesy grin amid a scattering of freckles that nearly split his face in half.  Together with Warren and Monti he was expected to be on story telling duty nightly, although training sometimes saw him arrive home after the kid’s bedtimes.  Unfortunately boyfriends seemed to take advantage of his generous nature and hardly any made it past a second date.  Yet he was always cheerful and good-natured, and the clan made sure he knew they appreciated him.

*****

Tonight he was knackered; training had been truly arduous.

But duty called and Robbo found himself the target of four little kids; all vying for his attention at once.

He cut Fiona’s meat for her as her mother looked on with amusement.

Then insisted she also eat some salad.  Fiona shook her head.

Robbo cleared his throat; it was enough and Fiona obeyed.

He swung his attention to the others and they did likewise.

“Robbo,” said Jenny Williams; “you’ll make some lucky man a wonderful missus one of these days.”

In a flash he shot back, whispering so the children couldn’t hear but most of the adults could.  “Well if you come across one that’s under seventy, can speak English passably, and keep me in the manner to which I’ve become accustomed, then let me know.”  “Why does he have to speak English Robbo,” asked Shona, laughing.  “So he understands when I tell him to fuck off,” Robbo whispered.  “Because I have no confidence in the Great Australian Males, thank you very much.  All they want is one thing, which is lovely but I’ve yet to find one who would be worth waking up with in the morning.”

Mike jun. looked and sounded sympathetic.  “Robbo,” he said, “if I played for your team, you wouldn’t stand a chance, I’d sweep you off your feet.  But my wife would probably miss me.”  “You’re joking, sunshine,” Jenny laughed, “as long as the cheque arrives every week, who cares?’’

Both Warren and Monti roared with laughter.  Their only son had a habit of showing his kind nature without worrying about the repercussions.  And Jenny understood.  And thankfully so did Robbo, who couldn’t resist another dig.  “Michael, if you’re really that hard up, I’ll leave the bedroom door just slightly ajar.  I’ll be reclining on the bed in my most revealing negligee.”

Even old Mick and Heather had tuned in and were grinning broadly, enjoying the family taking the piss out of each other.

Some nights the innuendo went on for hours, but tonight wasn’t one of those nights.  Mick Williams turned to his son and partner quietly.  “There’s a very interesting proposition come through by email.  Mum and I need to discuss it with you in the morning; are you two around?  Warren and Monti looked at each other and nodded.  “About ten o’clock then?”  “Perfect, sweetheart,” Monti said, and Mick grinned.  At his age, being called sweetheart by anybody was good, but when it was his lovely son in law it was just super.  “Come on Ma,” he said to Heather, “let’s go home and ravage each other’s bodies.”

 

 

 

Black Dog

September 5, 2014

Hello again everyone;

Just to whet your appetite, here is Chapter 1 of Black Dog

I’m very direct (as one blogger has remarked about Australians!) so no one is under any misunderstanding what the underlying theme is !

CHAPTER 1

AWAKENING

I looked across at Danny as we lay sunbaking. His cock lay straight up his bare belly as hard as stone. I couldn’t stop myself, running my fingers along its length, curling them around and stroking it, the first time my hand had ever touched one other than my own.

It was longer than mine, but mine was actually much thicker and it certainly had Danny’s attention. By now he was gently fisting it, looking both pleased and curious all at once.

His gaze caught mine as we turned, facing each other on the warm flat rocks beside our swimming hole in the little creek, reaching orgasm in record time, yelling out as we came all over each other, revelling in the luxury of complete privacy because “our” swimming hole wasn’t even known about.

Ever the leader, I found a spare towel, which had magically found its way into my bag, and I wiped him clean, his eyes following me with amusement.

It seemed, at least in my case, that what had happened was a relief in more ways than one. We’d grown up with our homes just a few minutes away from each other and had simply done everything together—school, family functions, farmwork, and now, in our immediate postpubescent life, we had finally roared over the imaginary line between wanting to and actually doing “it.”

And we really liked each other—best mates, we were—and I felt a sense of wonder that I’d finally found something I now realized I’d been unconsciously looking for ever since I’d had thoughts about anything.

I knew I’d been sort of flirting with him for a while now, and he’d actually led me on. Mum said I was a master of the double entendre. Anything that wasn’t remotely erotic I managed to turn into a joke with sexual overtones, and this time he’d called my bluff.

But it was worth it. In my eyes, he was stunning. I had a very good idea by now what pressed my buttons, and he was definitely it. Taller than me, dark, almost jet-black hair, a tendency toward a barrel chest—even as a fourteen-year-old—which was lightly covered in fine dark hair, a contrast to me because I had brown hair and was a little shorter.

There was common ground in one area. After constantly talking about sex, we discovered we not only had out-of-control libidos, but we both loved dicks. He loved my dick, and I loved his.

We rested close together in the warmth, listening to the wattlebirds busy with their airborne chatter in pursuit of nectar. Bruce, my twelve-month-old Kelpie, looked over his paws, and I’ll swear he smiled at me.

We’d even jerked off together, but this was just so different. Neither Danny nor I mentioned the obvious—we didn’t have to, we both knew our relationship had changed forever as we reached for each other again. We’d watched porn on my laptop, and I decided, being the more confident and wicked one, that I’d try giving him head and see what happened.

I knew I shouldn’t scrape him with my teeth and was conscious of giving him a good time as well as enjoying myself.

I must have been successful because he started moaning the instant I went down on him. After a short time, he quickly pulled out of my mouth and said “sixty-nine,” so full of authority that I laughed at him. He looked at me a bit sheepishly, but I steered him in the right direction, and we found heaven on earth together.

“Are we okay?” I said to him as we packed up, our brief freedom over.

“Sure,” he grinned, “why shouldn’t we be?”

“Oh, no reason.” I grinned at him, but I could tell there was some turmoil behind those beautiful eyes. I put it out of my head because tomorrow was school, and we both had chores at home. He had calves to feed, and I had to help my mum with her bath routine before Dad closed up at work.

Sunday trading at Prentice Farm Supplies had boomed. There were ever-increasing numbers of hobby farmers who were only around on weekends, and Dad was busily rounding them up. The weekly turnover had increased by 30 percent, he’d said. So it was now seven days a week for him, which made my home duties with Mum even more important.

Mum had multiple sclerosis, and my two young sisters, Emma and Megan, were too small to help her yet. Mum could do most things, including the cooking and housework, but she found showering or the weekly bath she enjoyed impossible to do without help. Dad had rigged up a small crane and a sling over the bath, and I actually looked forward to helping her. Any lingering embarrassment over her nudity had long gone. Mum instead turned the exercise into a weekly catch-up of harmless gossip, family news, and a one-on-one problem-solving exercise—if indeed either of us had problems that needed solving. The door was locked, not so much for Mum’s privacy but to keep my sisters out so Mum and I had each other’s full attention. Today she sensed something had changed, but I deliberately avoided discussion about Daniel and his family. She knew, I was sure. Her eyes told me so.

But she would never press me on it, because that just wasn’t her way.

 

 

I was always a mature kid, I guess. Dad and Mum were well educated and people of the world, somehow lost souls in this maze of conservative thinking that was Victoria’s southwest. They made sure that no topic was off the discussion list at home, particularly in areas of social interaction.

So it was relatively easy for me to work out my orientation.

Not that I was antifemale, far from it, and I knew I’d simply have to try one or two just for fun, even though I knew at this early stage that it took a bloke to float my boat.

Yep, I was a gay boy for sure. I hadn’t discussed it with Mum, Dad, or my sisters yet, but that would be a subject for another day, and happily for me, I knew that would be the least of my concerns as my life unfolded.

Around puberty I grew wistful, wondering why I was chosen to be this quirk of nature, one of so few within the vast majority. But since then, because I had generous access to the Internet, I reasoned there were quite a few others like me out there, so I wasn’t alone. And because I grew up with parents who were just so cool and natural, I was able to answer my own questions and not get depressed.

I realized then I was quite normal, just a variation of nature’s plan, and I knew I had to handle it. The alternative was unacceptable.

 

 

Daniel, on the other hand, came from a more traditional farming family, descended from the many Irish immigrants who had populated the district, wearing their Catholicism like a winter overcoat, locking their puritanical thoughts inside them.

Except no one gave a shit about the church these days, as both my Dad and Mum correctly confirmed.

Daniel’s dad, Bill Morgan, was a raw-boned, red-faced, loud bloke who drank too much on Friday nights and seemed ignorant of anything else but hard work. But he and Mrs. Morgan were always really nice to me and understood that Danny and I were the closest of friends. They encouraged the friendship, always knowing where to find their youngest son when he wasn’t at home.

Over the years, Mr. Morgan had driven himself and his family hard in their mixed farming and dairying operation, and with all that hard work and focus, the family’s fortunes had obviously turned for the better. With plenty of willing hands to run their assets, Danny had a much easier young life than his older brothers. Danny’s brothers were not as assertive as their father, but instead seemed very quiet and naïve, usually marrying the first girl they went out with. They still worked from daylight till dark seven days a week and had little exposure to the modern world outside the farm gate.

The exception was Simon, the second youngest, who was around five years older than Daniel, and who had escaped, living in town with his girlfriend, Julie, and working as a salesman in rural real estate. Simon was really cool, and Julie was just—lovely.

 

 

 

 

 

Black Dog

September 5, 2014

Hi guys, this is an excerpt from a new novel I’ve penned called “Tarnung” — also set in Australia

Since I’d been faithfully following the exercises my physiotherapist had given me, I’d had no trouble sleeping. I was so tired I was usually asleep before my head hit the pillow, even though I had a lump of plaster for company which meant I mainly slept on my back.

But tonight, after the expose` of our former lives, my mind was just so stimulated I found it difficult to slip off.  Finally, I must have done just that but it wasn’t a happy place – there were bad images there, and fear.

I woke up to find tears coursing down my cheeks like a waterfall. A feeling of worthlessness sweeping over me, and I just couldn’t stop crying.

Suddenly he was there with his soothing voice, and the side light popped on.

I was embarrassed, but he wasn’t.  “Kenny,” he said, “what’s upset you?”

I shook my head, but the feeling was still there, a frightening feeling like someone was chasing me.  I must have looked like a dog, cowering after some bastard was about to kick it, and I started again, sobbing away like a big girl.  Finally I pulled myself together, and whispered to the only person in the world who seemed to understand, “Will you sleep with me tonight?”

Raj nodded, picking up my hand again and kissing it in an absent-minded fashion, returning to his room momentarily to switch off the lights.

*****

It was quite light outside. I groaned inwardly, and what was left of my sense of humor kicked in and I giggled to myself.

“What’s wrong now?” he said.

“Oh, trust me,” I said, pointing at the window, “it’s a full moon, no wonder I’m stranger than normal.”

His perfect white teeth flashed in the darkness. ‘Ask me to smile in a dark room,’ he’d said at the hospital, ‘you’ll always find me.’

He turned to me. “Would you like some hot chocolate, it might help us sleep?”  I nodded my head in agreement and he returned with two steaming mugs.

He helped me sit up in bed and I sipped the drink gratefully.  I looked over at him. He was the most handsome creature I’d ever seen and hoped like buggery I didn’t stuff things up, because I really loved having Raj as my best friend.

“I want to tell you all the story,” I whispered. “I left a few things out”.

“I know,” was the quick response from the other side of the bed.

“I’m gay,” I said quietly. “There’s never been any doubt in my mind, but keeping it hidden from your mates is just torture, particularly when you fancy a few of them.  That’s when I went crazy, at high school.  All those years of pretending I was something else has fucked with my mind. Once I had my driver’s license I was in Melbourne most weekends, and that kept me sane for a while, but I never met one single guy who wanted anything more than a quick fuck. And that frustrated me no end, because nobody was interested in a relationship with a bloke who came from the bush.  I met a few guys down here through the Internet, all of them married, and I hooked up with a few.  They seemed happy enough, but in the last year two of them have taken the easy way out.”

Raj looked at me with a determined expression on his face. Then he closed his eyes and nodded his head. He’d heard it all before, I suppose.  “I found your shotgun in the workshop,” he said tiredly. “I hope you don’t mind, but I disposed of it until you’re in calm water again.”

*****

My first reaction was a flash of anger but, because it was Raj, it lasted a few seconds only.  That feeling was replaced by the certain knowledge that I was in fact a sick puppy, and I felt more hopeless and useless than ever.

“I don’t know why you hang around a fuckin’ loser like me,” I muttered. “You were probably smart to get rid of the old gun. No bastard cares, and no bastard loves me or would even fuckin’ miss me if I wasn’t around.”

The voice from the other side of the bed was clear but I thought the meaning a bit ambiguous. “Well, I love you, Kenny, and I would miss you terribly. That’s why I’ve fought so hard to keep you around.”

For once in my life I was bloody speechless. Because I thought I knew what Raj meant but I wasn’t certain.

He saw my hesitation and jumped right in.

“I don’t know what it is with Aussie men, because so many of them are as thick as a fucking house brick, like you.” He grinned at me. “The first time we met, I know, was under difficult circumstances, but I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted you. It was instant attraction for me.”

My mouth went dry and I could hardly spit the words out. “You mean you love me like that?” I croaked.

“Yes, Einstein, like that.”

I swung around in the bed and nearly broke my crook leg again.  I yelled with the pain of the protesting muscles, and he bloody laughed at me.

“That means you’re gay too!” I shouted.

“Two questions correctly answered,” Raj laughed. “Go to the top of the class. You get a prize for that.” He scooted across the bed, slipped his hand gently behind my head and kissed me.

Somewhere, somehow in my life I must have done something right, I reckoned. Some bastard must have been listening to me when I was in so much trouble, because out of shit something amazing and beautiful had come along.  I felt stronger, and I realized as long as he was around I could achieve anything, anything at all.

We cuddled and talked quietly and I slipped off to sleep, a lovely peaceful sleep, with Raj’s arm over me, keeping me safe.

 

 

 

Black Dog

September 5, 2014

 

Hi guys!

I’ve written several other books, one of which is called  “Rhythm” and is on a free site www.awesomedude.com/

 Just look for my name, John Terry Moore on the author’s list and double click

Black Dog Release Party

September 5, 2014

BlackDog

Hello, my name is John Terry Moore (John) I’m the author of “Black Dog,” released by Dreamspinner Press today, September 5. It’s a pleasure to chat to everyone about my ‘baby’ —- my first published novel and my passion for writing gay romance stories. So welcome to this discussion and through “Black Dog” and myself, welcome to Australia! Because if nothing else, I promise you this is a very believable snapshot of life ‘downunder’. Of course this is fiction but these types of scenarios are playing out, every day, where we live. So hopefully readers will have the bonus of learning more about our country as well as being immersed in an intriguing love story. I live in a regional town called Geelong, only one hour from Melbourne in Victoria, Australia. My partner is Russell. On October 3 next we celebrate 31 years together. Russell says he would have served less time for murder! We both believe, however, that the power of partnership can be such a creative and dynamic force. If you love someone you’ll do anything, anything at all. That’s the message of “Black Dog” — that love does indeed triumph over all odds. I was born into a farming family in Tasmania, moved to Melbourne for some time and began my long association with the automotive industry there. Russell and I came to the Geelong district around 28 years ago and were farmers as well as continuing to pursue our full time careers — me in the automotive industry and he as a chef. In addition I became a Civil Celebrant and my work of marrying, burying and naming babies has inspired much of the content of “Black Dog”. Inspiration? More like desperation just a few years ago. I remember doing a funeral for a young guy in his mid twenties who had ended his own life. As I sat with the family, researching his life, it hit me like a ton of bricks. What unfolded was a copy of my own early life and I knew immediately what had driven him to do this. The great sadness was that his family have to this day, no idea that their son and brother was same sex attracted. There were several more like this, mostly indirect homophobia, a complete vacuum of understanding, no room for anyone else in this world other than straight people. So I make a cameo appearance in “Black Dog” as does Russell. And yes, he’s a great cook!

Above all, I wanted to tell a good story. To entertain the reader and to hold their attention. That’s what DSP requires and that’s great. But the other task of “Black Dog” is to educate. So kids growing through their teens and men in regional and rural areas in Australia in particular feel better about themselves after reading the book. That loving another human being is far more important than sexual orientation. I’m interested in your perception of Australia and Australians, and your understanding of this place. Do you realize we’re just 23 million people in the Southern Ocean versus the United States at over 300 million? Do Australian guys do it for you; are we seen as maybe a touch unsophisticated and down to earth?

Does the name “Black Dog” intimidate you, realizing it’s a description of depression? Does the blurb set your mind at rest knowing it’s written as a love story?

It’s Chapter 27 “The Big Day” near the end of the book before you, the unsuspecting reader will finally realize I’ve made you laugh and cry on the same page and the story changes direction dramatically. Chapter 28 is the explanation why and Chapter 29 is the suitable ending. Will you hate me for challenging your emotions this way, I wonder?

 

About the Author:

John Terry Moore lives with his partner Russell in Geelong, Victoria’s largest regional center, one hour from Melbourne, Australia. He completed his education at Hobart Matriculation College, and held a number of senior positions in the automotive industry over a thirty-five year period.

He has been a civil marriage celebrant and funeral celebrant since 1995 (now retired), and together with his partner were successful flower growers, raised stud sheep and bred Kelpies, Australia’s working dogs. Born into a farming family; his empathy and understanding of country people has allowed him to focus on rural issues in his writing.

Geographical and social isolation through the worry and stress of poor seasons, fluctuating prices, and in particular, sexual orientation in men has fuelled depression across regional and rural Australia in epidemic proportions. Driven by his experiences as a funeral celebrant, he understands full well the ultimate penalty paid by men of all age groups when they feel marginalized by homophobic attitudes and actions in rural and regional communities in particular.

Over the years, John has become an increasingly strident and persistent voice with politicians, community groups, and the general public, encouraging, supporting, and driving the push for gay marriage and equal rights for same sex parents and their children. Black Dog reminds us that gay kids should never be allowed to feel that they aren’t as good as straight kids. That only when everyone is treated exactly the same under law will society begin to heal itself.

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Thank You!

September 3, 2014

It’s been an honor to host the blog today. If you haven’t left your comment for a chance to win an ebook copy of my new release Secrets, it’s not too late. Please scroll down and open the post titled “Secrets, Book One of The Full Nelson Series, by Jeff Erno” to leave your comment. I’m thrilled about this new series and I hope readers enjoy it half as much as I’ve loved writing the stories. Thanks once more for stopping by.

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End of the line

September 2, 2014

Thanks everyone for dropping by for the launch party. (Remember, the book is still available for free: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5408&osCsid=tdf9jnuplbmhntk31u9nfr2j25) And as an extra special thanks, I have a wallpaper of all the (current) Infected covers! Two sizes – just pick the one best for you. http://andreaspeed.com/2014/wallpapers-2/

And I will be checking back in, so if you want to ask the characters questions, ask away!