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I was absent last week because it's festival time and I love a festival. I find them relaxing, creatively inspiring and of course, expensive as I always get carried away with food, drink and buying things I don't actually need but want.

Last weekend it was the Paw Paw Festival with a lot of good music, beer, food and crafts. I got over a dozen pages handwritten while listening to the music. This weekend was a steampunk trainride and the Mothman Festival. It was helpful in that I got to turn my Weird West story over in my head and came up with one character being Navajo and that Tecumesh was never assassinated so there is a completely different dynamic between the European Settlers and the Native Americans. The other character is a Jewish doctor post Civil war.

Simmer is finally moving along but it's going to run right into the the deadline and it also is getting long. Too long. I'm still happy with it so no matter what something will come of this.

I plan to do a story for [livejournal.com profile] spook_me for Halloween this year using dark faeries but that's all I know at this time.

I'm still slowly moving forward with Blood Red Roulette and thinking on a sequel to Soldiers of the Sun for Nano.


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Sometimes you get inspired by random chunks of conversation. In this case, there is someone I went to h.s. with who is relatively conservative (not anti-women, anti-gay at least not openly or she'd be gone from my flist) and she was talking about her cop husband starting to learn the bagpipes. One of her friends whom I don't know drops in to say 'if XXX lets them put him in those skirts, his man card is going to get pulled permanently.'

And since I don't like people dropping into my comments to stir the shit, I didn't say anything but I'm sitting here laughing my ass off. For one, most of the women I know LOVE a man in a kilt. It's a thing. It's real. We do NOT see men in kilts as being 'unmanly.' Secondly, I'd love to see all of Scotland hit this narrow minded, malingering dickhole like a runaway train. Preferably while wearing kilts.

So somewhere along the line I'd love to write a little scene about someone like him getting his comeuppance. Probably no time soon but seriously I would love it. It's a needed thing. Just saying. Also I would like to see some men in kilts right about now.

And changing gears just slightly, here is another giveaway for Soldiers of the Sun. The rafflecopter one is over but here is the one from Goodreads. Feel free to share it around.





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Welcome Louise Lyons back, everyone. She's here with her latest Beyond the Scars which hits a lot of my favorite character tropes in the case, a young man fighting back from abuse. It's always good to see someone climb out of the ashes.


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Blurb
After years of physical and mental abuse, Tommy Chadwick finally finds the strength to leave Colin, his tormentor. But Tommy soon finds that escaping his violent boyfriend was only the first step on his path to recovery.

Now he must overcome feelings of worthlessness in order to rebuild his battered self-esteem.

Tommy’s lack of self-confidence prevents him from going out... at first, but then has him ricocheting from one man to another, desperately trying to please them in his search for love and acceptance.

After being rejected on New Year’s Eve, and then beaten after leaving the gay bar, he agrees to accompany his best friend, Sarah, to a martial arts club. There Tommy meets Marcus, a strong older man, who at first becomes his friend, introducing Tommy to new interests, and later, tentatively asks him on a date.

Will Marcus be the man to help Tommy put his past behind him and fall in love for real?

Excerpt
Shane rang me the next day after work, and my heart leapt when his name came up on my phone. I was in the lounge talking to Sarah, and I jogged upstairs to my room as I answered the call. I told myself he couldn’t wait until Saturday and wanted to speak to me in the meantime.

“Hi, Shane,” I said brightly.

“Hi.” He cleared his throat. “About Saturday....”

“Yes?” I wondered if the arrangement for the weekend was to change.

“It’s not gonna happen. I’m sorry.”

“Oh!” I felt the smile slip from my face, and I waited for him to elaborate.

“I’ve got a girlfriend. She’s been working in Spain for a few weeks, and I didn’t think she was coming back until next month, but she turned up this morning. Sorry.”

“Girlfriend?” I echoed, stunned.

“Yeah, I’m bi.”

“I thought you said you broke up with someone recently.”

“Well, she’s been away a long time, and we’d had a row when I said that.” I could picture him shrugging as he spoke.

“Oh. Okay. No problem.” I did my best to sound as if I didn’t care, while my heart plummeted into my shoes and tears prickled at the back of my eyes. When I ended the call, I reminded myself about everything that had been wrong in the very brief relationship. He didn’t talk, we had nothing in common, and he was inconsiderate in bed. But I’d liked him, far too much, and it fucking hurt that he had a girlfriend I didn’t know about. It hurt that he’d probably only been using me to fill in the time until she came back.

I curled up on my bed and wrapped my arms around myself. I wouldn’t let myself cry—I’d done far too much of that over Colin—but my throat hurt with the effort of not giving in to it, and my jaw ached from grinding my teeth. I lost track of time as I lay there feeling sorry for myself and wondering if I should have stayed with Gary after all.

“Tommy?” Sarah called softly from the doorway and waited.

“Yeah.” I rolled onto my back and forced a smile onto my face.

“What’s wrong, hun?” She closed the door and came to sit on the edge of my bed. My smile apparently hadn’t been very convincing, and I let it slip away.

“Nothing, I’m okay.”

“You were all excited when your phone rang, and now you look like a puppy that’s been kicked.”

“Thanks.” I grimaced and tried to laugh it off.

“Is it that bloke you’ve been seeing?”

“Shane. I’m not seeing him anymore. He’s got a girlfriend,” I blurted out. My eyes smarted again, and I blinked.

“I’m sorry.” Sarah rested her hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “But you’d only seen him a couple of times, hadn’t you?”

“Yeah, well, I’m a prick. We didn’t even have much in common. Less than me and Gary. But somehow I suppose I....” I sniffed miserably and sat up. “I really liked him.”

“Oh, Tommy.” Sarah slid her arms around me to give me a cuddle, and I sagged against her. I felt pathetic. I couldn’t say I was heartbroken over someone I’d had sex with twice, but I felt the sharp pain of rejection all over again, and the fragile confidence I’d built up since I left Colin began to crumble. Shane slipped from my mind, and I thought of a situation I’d been in with Colin more times than I could count.

“Get your shit packed and get out of here, Tommy.” Colin sneered at me from the couch. “You’re a pathetic waste of space and I’m sick of the sight of you.”

“You seriously want me to leave? Who’s going to pay the bills, then?” I asked.

“I’ll have no trouble getting a new flat mate. I don’t know why I haven’t done this sooner. There are plenty of cute boys out there. I don’t know why I stuck with the ugly little slut you are for so long.”

“Fine. I’ll go.” I turned away from him as hot tears spilled down my cheeks. He didn’t want me, didn’t care about me. I felt lost and crushed and relieved all at the same time. Maybe this time he’d really let me go.

I went into the bedroom and found my rucksack. I began packing my clothes first, while I sobbed and snuffled, and repeatedly wiped my eyes and nose on my sleeves. It was just after our first anniversary. He’d given me the ring and told me how much he loved me, how special I was to him, and how things would be perfect between us from now on. I’d almost forgotten all the times he’d hurt me, and even though I didn’t like the ring, I’d been delighted to receive it. It made me believe he really did love me. The next couple of days had been perfect—until now. I could barely remember what had started it—something to do with him not liking my suggestion we go out somewhere. We spent our whole lives cooped up in the flat except for me going to work and him going fishing with Gary. I’d thought we could do something nice together, but he could only see that I wanted to get out so I could look at other men or get attention from them.

I crammed the last few items into my rucksack and set it aside. I looked up to find Colin standing in the doorway, watching me.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he said. “I didn’t mean any of it. You know how jealous I get. I love you so much, and I want to keep you all to myself.”

“So why did you tell me to leave?” I said in a small voice.

“I wasn’t thinking straight. I don’t want you to leave. I never want you to leave.” He came to me and took my hands. He stroked his thumb over the ring I wore. “This means we’re together forever. I’m never gonna let you go, Tommy. I promise.” He began kissing my face all over, tasting my tears. “Forgive me. Come on. You know I love you.”


The day had ended with him fucking me on the floor from behind, so hard he’d almost smashed my head into the wall. I’d been so sore afterward, I could barely sit down without yelping.

“Tommy, are you sure this is just about Shane?” Sarah was stroking my hair, and I realized I’d wept all over her blouse and left a wet patch on her shoulder. I pulled away and rubbed my hands over my face.

“Sorry. Uh... yeah, I’m just being stupid. I thought things were going well. Clearly I was wrong.”

“Are you sure that’s all? You seem so upset.”


“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You know, I don’t get why you broke up with Gary. He seemed really nice.” Sarah frowned in puzzlement. “He treated you well, didn’t he?”

“Yes, but we had nothing in common. We never did anything except... never mind.” I laughed and felt my face heat up. “I’m fine, really.”

I was fine. I moped for two days and then went out to La Rues again. I met Paul, whom I dated for two weeks. He was ginger and freckled, and I wasn’t really attracted to him, but he was keen on me and he made me feel better. My confidence rose again, and I forgot about Shane. I felt good and I began to feel I could get anyone I wanted.


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Louise Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy. Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of 8, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered FanFiction in her late 20s.

Posting stories based on some of her favorite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing “hobby” more seriously.

Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad Dobermann, and a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider, and loves to run long-distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races into the house afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes.

Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and joy, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.

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Hi everyone. Give Charley a big welcome. She's here to talk about her story in Dreamspinner's Advent calendar!

Things you won’t learn about Ian by reading “Toy Run”

Thanks, Jana, for having me, and Happy Holidays!

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I’m visiting some of my wonderful friends to talk about my holiday story “Toy Run” and give away some goodies!

“Toy Run” was my contribution to the 2013 Dreamspinner Press Advent Calendar, Heartwarming. “Heartwarming” isn’t always easy for me—my stories usually veer off into darker, more angsty territory fairly quickly. That’s why I kept “Toy Run” short. The only problem with short stories is they don’t have a lot of room for backstory. Here’s a little taste of Ian Bowen’s backstory.

But first, a little about the giveaway! The Rafflecopter will be open through December 19th, and it’s packed with prizes—two gift cards, a hand-knit wool hat, and, of course, books!

1. When Ian was three, his mother dropped him off with her father and didn’t come back for him. He never met either of his parents.
2. Ian never felt he missed out on anything because he was raised by his grandfather. He does wish he would’ve come out to him before he died.
3. Ian’s grandfather was a Vietnam veteran and diesel mechanic. He rode his Harley with a fairly large group on a regular basis, but none of them were affiliated (no Sons of Anarchy-type drama for those guys ).

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“Toy Run,” by Charley Descoteaux
Former physical therapist and reluctant loner Ian Bowen has spent the three years since his grandfather’s death searching for a man to inspire him to park his Harley for a while—without much hope of finding him. On a whim, he shows up for a Toy Run and meets Ed Gonzalez, another loner with a pile of toys lashed to his bike. A few beers at the end-of-the-run party turn into an invite to Ed’s for homebrew. But instead of a night of fun, the unseasonable cold renders Ed immobile with pain. When he tells Ian he just needs meds, Ian does one of the things he does best—he massages Ed’s pain away, allowing him a rare restful night’s sleep and creating intimacy neither wants to lose. Ian thinks two men have to follow certain rules to be together, but Ed’s prepared to show him how wrong he is.
Excerpt:
IT WAS a terrible idea, riding north. For the same five hundred miles I could be in Vegas or San Diego—but terrible ideas were sort of my specialty. Besides, if it all went to hell, I’d just keep moving. Another specialty.

I backed up to the curb, killed the engine, and sat leaning against my pack. Hours early, again. It’s not easy to arrive fashionably late when you have nowhere else to be. I flipped the helmet visor up, and glare from the fog and mist made me want to flip it back down. It was dark when I left Ashland two hundred and fifty miles ago. I missed full dark, but by then the only dark to be found was somewhere over the Pacific. As it was, I could almost see the reflection of the floodlight bouncing off my helmet. Being black didn’t help that thing. Being wet probably didn’t either, but that was what I got for riding into Oregon in December.

A growl in my stomach kicked the rest of me into gear. A moment later my two-ton helmet sat where my ass had been, and I headed toward the truck-stop diner, leathers creaking like my knees would be by the end of the day if it didn’t warm up. Birds know what they’re doing, flying south for the winter.

Every head turned when the bells hanging on the front door slapped against the glass. The smell of toast and coffee and the warm air were welcoming enough. They watched me every step of the way, the redheaded stepchild coming in after curfew. They were half right.

I nodded to the man sitting beside the only empty stool at the counter and shrugged my jacket off before easing onto it. The stool on the end—things were looking up already. He nodded back and extended his hand.

“Ed Gonzalez.”

We shook.

“Ian Bowen.”

I grabbed a menu from the holder in front of me, but my stomach had gone from rumbling to shivering. In the space of one handshake, eating became less important than getting out from under his gaze. It usually took a lot more than a pair of dark eyes for me to give up my full name, but those weren’t just any eyes. So brown they were almost black, and full of the promise of rough sex.

Or an ass kicking. Hard to tell. Knowing things like that was not a specialty of mine.

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Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her sleep once in a while. Charley grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area during a drought, and found her true home in the soggy Pacific Northwest. She has survived droughts, earthquakes, floods, and over a decade living in an area affectionately known (in her strange little world) as Portland’s middle finger, but couldn’t make it through one day without stories.

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Tonight is the last night you can enter the giveaway to win an autographed copy of my urban fantasy novel Kept Tears. Details can be found here.





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I'm very happy to have Kim Fielding on my blog today. She's having a very busy fall publishing wise and is here to tell us all about it. You've seen her here before (and probably my reviews of her wonderful books), and one of them has royalties going to a charity that means a lot to both of us, Doctors without Borders. I had wanted to join them once I had enough experience to feel comfortable in that sort of situation (or if not them, other medical relief groups) but that never came to be so I'm thrilled to see Kim donating the royalties to this great cause. Let's welcome Kim.


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Hi! I’m Kim Fielding. I have FIVE (!) new releases out right now. Today I’d like to talk about one of them, The Festivus Miracle . Here’s the blurb:

It’s finals week during Tony McNeil’s second year in law school, and he’s struggling to keep up. Frankly, he’d rather be cooking. Then he meets first-year student Eddie Cohen-Fernandez, who’s heartsick over missing his family’s annual Festivus celebration. Tony can use his culinary skills to lift Eddie’s spirits, but finding long-term happiness? That just might require a Festivus miracle.

It’s a sweet and romantic holiday story, which is always a good thing, I think. But here’s the most important thing: I’m donating all my royalties from this book to Doctors Without Borders . In fact, I donate the royalties from all my self-published books (Stasis, Flux, Equipoise, and Joys R Us) to this organization. Last year I gave them $3000. Maybe not a fortune, but hardly pocket change either. I’d love to be able to top that amount this year.

Doctors Without Borders is an amazing group. They provide critical medical care to people in 70 countries around the world. They often work in war zones, which means their volunteers put their own lives at risk. And 87 cents of every donated dollar goes directly to their programs—meaning donated money is going where it will do good, and not to bloated administrative or fund-raising costs.

I have no medical training. Even if I did, I don’t know if I’d be brave enough to be a DWB volunteer. But at least through my book sales I can help fund their efforts. And so can you!

I really hope you’ll buy The Festivus Miracle. You’ll get a nice little treat for yourself, and your money will be helping others in need. I also hope you spread the word. You can preorder the book; it releases November 1.

And aside from Festivus, I have four additional new releases. I’m doing a Fieldingpalooza tour, complete with prizes. You can find all the details on my website. Please come join me!

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Kim’s new releases:

Bone Dry—book 3 in the Bones series— available now!

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Brute—French translation! - available now

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Standby—in the Stranded anthology— available now

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The Dance—in the Bones anthology (Gothika vol. 2) —releases October 27 available now for preorder!


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The Festivus Miracle—releases November 1—all proceeds go to Doctors Without Borders— available now for preorder!



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My steampunk novella, If Two of Them Are Dead earned another another 4 star review That makes me very happy. This was one that I struggled with in spots and the editor pushed me hard, rightly so. I am so proud of how it turned out and people seem to like it. And that makes me happier still.

AND I'm giving away a signed copy of Kept Tears This one is very special to me. I've talked about it many times. Aaron is a disabled veteran. Rhys is a fae prince with far too many secrets. If you haven't had a look at it, now's your chance.





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