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Hi everyone, Welcome Jo Ramsey. She's stopping by with her latest novel.

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Making a Difference

Dating a girl who was sexually assaulted, the one thing Holly McCormack, the main character of my new novel Blue Jeans and Sweatshirts, knows for sure is that there isn’t enough support for assault survivors. Just among their group of friends, Holly knows of at least six girls and one boy who have survived such an experience—and she knows that nearly all of them feel alone.

Holly’s first solution is to form a support group at their high school, but the school administration immediately shuts down the idea. They don’t believe such a group is appropriate in a school, especially if there isn’t a professional therapist involved. With the school not agreeing to the suggestion, Holly and her friends turn to plan B: They form the group anyway and arrange to rotate meetings among the members’ houses.

None of them are quite certain whether it’s a good idea not to have any adults involved, but all of them feel that just having an outlet to talk about their experiences and the aftermath will help. And Holly is glad she can do something to show support to her friends, even if she isn’t completely sure how to do it.

It doesn’t take a lot to make a difference in your life or the lives of others. Holly’s initial suggestion of the support group came after she learned other classmates had come forward to report assaults, or had come forward to support Chastaine, Holly’s girlfriend. Holly saw a need for a safe space where assault survivors could talk, help one another, and remind themselves they weren’t alone, and she set out to fill that need.

That’s all it takes. See a need, think of a way to fill it, and try. Even if you aren’t successful in doing what you set out to do, you’ve made the effort. And others will see that effort and be grateful for it, or might find a way to make your solution a reality. Anyone can be a hero, like my author tagline says. And making a difference—or just trying to—is one way to be one.



Blue Jeans and Sweatshirts is the fourth novel of my Deep Secrets and Hope series, and is available from Harmony Ink Press and third party retail sites, in e-book and paperback. Here’s the blurb and a short excerpt:

Holly McCormack has secrets. She’s started a support group for sexual assault survivors at her high school, but she was never assaulted. She’s also dating a girl, but she’s not a lesbian—at least not to the outside world—and that’s how she hopes to keep it. To top everything off, her girlfriend, Chastaine Rollo, is the most gorgeous girl at their school, and Holly is eating as little as she can because she thinks she’s “too fat.”

When hearing the stories of survivors begins to take its toll, Holly’s eating becomes even more of a problem. And as she struggles to hide her relationship with Chastaine from her parents, the stress becomes too much. But when keeping secrets has become second nature, it leaves her with no one to confide in.


EXCERPT:

“What’s the worst that might happen if you come out to your parents?” Chastaine asked without looking at me.

“They’ll kick me out,” I said without thinking.

As soon as I said it, I knew that wouldn’t happen. They wouldn’t be happy. They might be pissed off, and we probably would get along even worse than we were now. But they wouldn’t make me move out of our house. They couldn’t hate me that much.

“If they kicked you out, Mom would let you stay here,” Evan said. “She wouldn’t take that kind of thing, even if your mother is her sister. She could have flipped out on me when I came out, but she didn’t, even though people kept telling her I was too young to know I was gay and Dad threatened to take her to court. She stood up for me every single time. She’d stand up for you too.”

“Maybe you should tell Imogen before you tell your parents,” Guillermo said. “Then at least the first adult you tell would be someone supportive, and maybe she can help you talk to your mom and dad.”

“That’s why I love this guy,” Evan said. “He’s a genius. Do you want to talk to Mom, Holly? I think Moe’s right, but it’s up to you.”

“Yeah. I think.” I was nervous about telling Aunt Imogen, but she was definitely easier to talk to than my parents. And she had plenty of experience dealing with a kid who wasn’t straight.

“Do you want me here too?” Chastaine asked.

“Thanks, but I’d rather you not be. Sorry.” It would be hard enough talking to Aunt Imogen with Evan there, and at least if Chastaine wasn’t around, I could chicken out and not feel totally guilty about it.

“No problem,” she said. “I just wanted to offer. It’s all good.”

“Do your parents know, Chastaine?” Guillermo asked.

“Hell no. They had a hard enough time with finding out I wasn’t a virgin.” She sighed. “I’m going to tell them this weekend, probably. We go to church with half the people who are probably spreading rumors, so I’d better talk to them before Sunday.”

“Do you want some moral support? Your parents like me.”

“Everyone likes Guillermo Garcia.” Chastaine laughed. “Yeah, they think you’re great. They were sad when they found out you’re gay. I think after we went to Homecoming together, they hoped we’d be an official couple.”

He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m just that awesome. Do you want me to come over when you tell them? Or at least help you figure out what to say? I have a little bit of experience coming out to parents who believe in a God that says gay is wrong.”

“Your parents never said that, though, did they?” I asked. According to Evan, Guillermo’s dad wasn’t exactly happy to have a gay son, but both of Guillermo’s parents had accepted it.

“No. My parents believe in family over prejudice.”

“I think I can handle Mom and Dad,” Chastaine said. “I handled everything after I reported Jim. Compared to that, they’ll probably be relieved if the only thing I tell them is I’m bi.”

“Can I talk to your mom tonight, Evan?” I asked.

“Sure. Let me text her and let her know, though. Not what you’re going to tell her, but just that you want to talk to her. Otherwise, she’ll try to get you out of here as soon as she gets home.” He took his phone out of his pocket and sent the text.


AUTHOR BIO:
Jo Ramsey is a former special education teacher who now writes full time. She firmly believes that everyone has it in them to be a hero, whether to others or in their own lives, and she tries to write books that encourage teens to be themselves and make a difference. Jo has been writing since age five and has been writing young adult fiction since she was a teen herself; her first YA book was published in 2010. She lives in Massachusetts with her two daughters, her husband, and two cats, one of whom likes to read over her shoulder. Find out more about Jo and her books at http://www.joramsey.com.
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Today is my birthday but I'm giving a gift to you. I have Hope Ryan on my blog today. Give her a big welcome! (And Jimmy's right. Schenley Park is awesome!)

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First, thanks to Jana for the blog space! I really appreciate the opportunity to stop by. I’d like to introduce Jimmy Bennet, the Geek.

*Jimmy laughs* Uh, thanks? Hi? I guess I am, though. Always was a bit geeky.

Thanks for taking the time to talk to me.

No problem. Thanks for telling our story.

*Grins* I was glad to do it. So, just a few questions, then I’ll let you get back to Simon. What is your favorite color?

*laughs* Before meeting Simon or after? *laughs* I know, I know, that’s really corny, but it’s true. *blush* Before Simon, I liked blue but after, well green, like his eyes.

What do you see in Simon?

What do I see? What don’t I see? Okay, okay. He’s so bright and caring. Brilliant. Now that he’s not afraid anymore, he’s open and quick to laugh. And he’s gorgeous.

Have you ever had a crush on your friends?

Oh, God. Do I really have to answer this? *laughs* You have to swear to never tell him, okay? When I first started noticing guys, I thought Sean was cute. Of course, at the time, I was sure Sean was straight. As great of a guy as he is, though, I’m glad he didn’t come out then. I might have missed out on Simon. Or messed up my friendship with Sean.

What is it like being the Main Character of a book?

Nerve-wracking. Exposed. I’m glad the story was told--Simon’s needed to be--but it’s not easy putting all my inner fears and hopes out there for everyone to see.

Where is your favorite place in Pittsburgh?

*grins and blushes* There’s this great spot in Schenley Part that has an amazing view. I’ve got some incredible memories of that place, and let me say, we’ve been there more than once.

What is your favorite season?

I think spring. New beginnings, fresh starts. It’s when I managed to get Simon away from The Bastard and when Simon agreed to be my husband.

When did you know you were gay?

Oh, jeez. I think I’ve always sort of known. I knew I was different when the girls in the class didn’t make me blush but a cute boy could tie my tongue in knots in seconds.

What is your dream job?

I got it. Teaching. I’ve been able to help more than a few of my students over the years and there’s nothing more rewarding seeing someone “get” what I’m teaching them.

Where is the best part of the country that you’ve visited?

Oh, I loved New Orleans. We left from there for our cruise after graduation and I thought it was beautiful. The French Quarter was really cool with all the wrought iron and old buildings.

What is your favorite book?

I think even after all these years, it’s the Lord of the Rings. It was one of the first worlds I got lost in and remains my favorite.

Be sure to leave a comment for an entry into the grand prize drawing for the signed paperback and $25 at Harmony Ink! One commenter today will win your choice of a Geek character trading card!


Simon Williams spends his lunch periods drawing his geek and trying not to think about the terrors waiting for him at home. He needs to get away from his abusive father before he suffers the same grisly fate as his mother. Because he's learned the hard way running away doesn’t work, he’s counting the days until his eighteenth birthday.

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Jimmy Bennet should be spending his lunch studying so his senior GPA is good enough to get him into college, but he can't seem to focus thanks to his distracting artist. When he’s given the opportunity to tutor Simon in Trig and discovers Simon’s home-life nightmare, he wants nothing more than to get Simon out of danger. This need becomes more urgent when Simon comes to school the Monday after their first date with bruises, but it takes a broken leg before Jimmy can convince his boyfriend the Bennets really want him.

But the danger Simon thought was past shows up at the most unexpected time, and he must stand up to the fears he’s held so long to protect not only himself, but the man he wants to spend his life with.

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About Hope:

Hope Ryan is an out and proud bisexual, wife of a loving guy and mother to three, including an amazingly brave gender fluid son. She loves to write about the tough stuff, but also wants to see her characters happy in the end. She feels strongly about showing there is hope for everyone, no matter where you come from, how you identify your gender or who you love.

Hope likes to play board and card games and can often be found playing God with her Sims or running around, fighting monsters in a virtual version of Middle Earth. Her TV and movie preferences lean towards anime, sci fi and fantasy, though she’ll never turn down a good happily ever after love story, either. As long as there are explosions or action, she’s happy. She loves to read books of all kinds, though prefers stories about love in its many forms.

Find Hope at her website (hoperyanauthor@gmail.com), or on Facebook(http://www.facebook.com/hoperyanauthor).


ETA: My Apologies to Hope. I scheduled this post but LJ had different ideas about cooperating. Stabs it.
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I'm happy to have Louise Lyons here with her newest release. It sounds really good. I can't resist magic and vampires, after all.




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The Eye of the Beholder


Release Date: April 29, 2015


Publisher: Wilde City Press


Genre: Paranormal Romance


Length: 103,000 words


Blurb


Final cover artVince Voss is obsessed with physical beauty. Influenced by his aunt, with whom he runs a modeling business, he has become unfeeling and cruel. Vince’s mother, who was a witch in life, returns to show him a better way to live. She casts a spell to take away his good looks and he finds himself challenged with searching for someone to love him, without the use of physical attraction.


Vince eventually meets a lonely male vampire, Peter, and despite his reluctance to get involved with him, he decides to use Peter to help him lift the spell. Little does he that at first, Peter is using him too, and he finally realizes what’s really important when he falls for Peter along the way.


Excerpt


Vince realized he had no problem kissing a boy. He liked Peter, and he was definitely attracted to him. Vince’s body had already begun to react again, even though there was, as yet, no passion in the kiss. His cock filled, lengthening against his thigh, and he resisted the urge to adjust it with his free hand. Instead he slid his arm around Peter, but he resisted and pulled away. Vince opened his eyes in surprise and watched Peter shuffle around and change position. He faced the back of the sofa and settled himself across Vince’s legs so they could reach each other more comfortably. Peter laid a hand over Vince’s heart, and its beat increased. Their lips reconnected, and Vince melted into it. He slid both arms around Peter and deepened the caress until his tongue was in Peter’s mouth, teasing and exploring.


Peter responded heatedly. Soft moans and whimpers came from him as he crushed his lips against Vince’s and stroked his chest. Vince felt Peter’s icy touch on his skin and realized Peter had unbuttoned his shirt without him noticing. Vince shivered and trembled in response. His cock was painfully hard, straining against his fly. He struggled to breathe through his nose as the kiss continued, their tongues thrusting against each other within Peter’s mouth, almost in an imitation of fucking. Vince groaned as the thought put an image in his head—Peter’s pale body beneath Vince, their clothes gone. It was the farthest Vince had allowed his imagination to go, yet the idea didn’t shock him, only thrilled him. Vince changed position, still holding Peter but pushing him off his legs. Vince stretched out along the sofa so that they lay together, never once breaking the kiss.


Peter was as hard as Vince. Vince felt it as their lower bodies touched. Peter continued to stroke his hand over Vince’s chest, pausing occasionally to circle one nipple, then the other, until the small nubs hardened in response to the unaccustomed—and chilly—touch. Peter’s erection, reasonably free inside his loose trousers, repeatedly bumped against Vince. Vince realized Peter was gyrating his hips, trying to rub himself against Vince’s thigh without being too obvious about it. Vince pulled his head back, gasping for breath, and met Peter’s eyes. Once again, they’d darkened with arousal. Vince’s head spun, and he blinked rapidly.


“I thought you wanted to take things slow?”


“I can’t help it. I’ve never felt like this,” Peter whispered.


“Nor have I.” The dizzy, drunken feeling was suddenly more unpleasant than puzzling, and Vince heard rushing in his ears. His mouth was dry, and his heart raced so frantically he wondered if he could be suffering from the onset of some kind of attack. His cock was impossibly hard, painfully so, and the rest of his body was racked with shivers. “Fuck, I don’t feel so good.” The words sounded slurred, and Vince closed his eyes as Peter’s face whirled in front of him.


“Shit. Vince, look at me.” Peter slid off the sofa, knelt beside it, and touched his face. “Vince!”


Vince forced his heavy eyelids up and instantly lowered them again, fearing he might throw up. He heard Peter’s voice faintly through the rushing in his ears. The vampire uttered a string of expletives, interspersed with “I’m sorry” over and over. Peter laid a cold hand on Vince’s forehead, and Vince took deep breaths, hoping he wouldn’t lose consciousness. What the hell is happening to me?


“God, I’m so sorry,” Peter said more clearly. He had removed his hand from Vince’s face, and Vince risked another look at him. Vince’s heartbeat had slowed, and the room no longer spun around him. He blinked and focused on Peter’s face.


“What happened? Did I pass out or something?”


“No. I’m sorry,” Peter said again.


“What for?”


“Are you feeling okay?”


“Yes, I think so.” Vince pushed himself up a little and rubbed a hand over his face. “Why do you keep saying you’re sorry?”


“I just… I have to go.” In a second, Peter was gone. Vince didn’t have to go to his bedroom to know that Peter had already slipped out of the window and vanished. Vince stayed where he was, accompanied only by the sounds from the TV.


“What the fuck was that?” Vince muttered.


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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 eight, 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 twenties.


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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Personally I have always loved crows and ravens. I ate up Native American legends of Raven as a girl, Celtic lore too. I was fascinated by them and fed them for years though unlike that little girl who has been much in the news as of late I've never received gifts from them. It was at a Native American program on birds I saw just how smart ravens were (and how kinda dumb owls, a symbol of wisdom, were). So I find the idea of Mobbing Midnight really interesting. I'm going to let [livejournal.com profile] fireun take over from here.

kickstarter info here


Crows are peppered through world mythology and folklore- sometimes serving as a sign of ill luck, other times a trickster. From American crows to hooded and carrion crows, pied crows to jungle crows- they come in as many shapes and in as many environments as we can dream up.

Dreaming about crows, weaving stories around them, is the focus of this anthology. We have gathered talented writers to tell cunning tales of crows covering all aspects of fiction- fantasy to historical, with a bit of horror here and there.


(My current selling point is that a $25 pledge gets you all three of the anthologies -Fight Like a Girl, What Follows, and Mobbing Midnight- in DRM-free ebook formats.)


Here are some of the authors talking about the anthology. Enjoy


“From a young age I’ve been obsessed with creatures of the avian variety. Although I now have cats, I grew up with birds as pets –cockatiels, budgies, finches, and love birds were species I called mine. If I could have talked my parents into a cockatoo or African gray parrot my life would be less hairy now.

Pets aside, I’ve always been interested in bird-watching. My dad and I have shared many hours pouring over Audubon society books that weigh more than our coffee table. Nature walks, highway drives, and zoo visits always have me chattering about the different bird specimens spotted. Stopovers by the flocks of waxwings that pick our mountain ash clean provide moments of elation.

Crows though…crows are fascinating. Everyone I know sees them as noisy pesks, except myself. I have a flock –a murder– that nests near my house and uses the roof as a territory marker. I know if there’s something out of balance outside by their cries, whether it’s a new neighbourhood dog, a predatory hawk or owl, possibly a raven or eagle.

These scavengers even have a depth of emotion I haven’t witnessed in a lot of wildlife. I’ve seen how parents care for their nestlings –especially when teaching them to fly. The attentiveness is mesmerizing. I’ve seen flocks mourn for their dead. I’ve seen them scurry away from angry mother robins because they know their size is irrelevant in comparison to her ire.

Crows have so much personality and charisma, how could I not be elated at the chance to write about them? Any bird would have worked for me, but the possibilities crows present are endless. Between their habit variety and the lore affixed to them, the sky is seriously the limit. I just hope that my story lives up to their reputation!” -E.V. O'Day

“Three winters ago, I was driving to the store past a small park. But where the ground should have been white, it was black and moving. The park was covered with crows. The entire baseball diamond was held hostage beneath them and I looked up to find them draping the bare branches like dark leaves.


I pulled over. I got out of my car. They didn’t move but they watched me with hundreds of dark eyes, all watching me. Hundreds of eyes in the trees watching me. I stood in the snow, surrounded by crows, in their winter roost.

I was having that moment because my eyes were open. And there we were, together, sharing in that moment. I sat on a bench and lost myself to them, mesmerized by the thick blanket of life warming the winter air around me.

They cawed and took to the air in small and large formations in smooth swirling glides and frenetic chase sequences, each trying to top the last. I was awed they acknowledged my presence in their roost, that they deemed me worthy of notice. They crowed and groked in Hitchcockian fashion and it was beautiful. Their sound bounced off the edges of my body. I was a kite buffeting in their wind. To surrender to such nature… the power of the murder is a fluid force. It was a humbling experience. For every singular crow I spy in the drifting snow, I look to the tree tops, to the shadowy spaces. Even if I can’t see them, I know they’re near.

It comforts me.” -Sarah Lyn Eaton

“Strange as it sounds, I was drawn to this anthology most because when I asked April if my story had to be speculative fiction, she said no - I could write historical fiction if I wanted. That was such a refreshing change for me, I love historical fiction but most genre anthologies I've seen limit contributions to fantasy or science fiction or steam punk or magic realism or urban paranormal or horror or post-apocalyptic. I love that the unifying theme of this anthology is crows - that we can use the bird as a launching off point to write about whatever inspires us most. It's one of the best anthology themes I've personally encountered - narrow enough to help focus the thoughts of the writer, broad enough to allow for any kind of story. I'm really looking forward to reading this anthology, because it's going to be delightful to see how each of the writer's seizes the ball...er...bird and runs with it. My story is historical fiction (in a similar way to how Django Unchained is historical fiction) but this anthology has room for all of the genres I listed above, and many others as well. I'm so excited to be a part of it, and so excited to see what my fellow authors have in store for me! “ -Nina Waters
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I'm happy to have Jamie back on the blog with his newest book. It's one I'm really looking forward to since there's nothing I love more than a mystery. It was my very first genre and I'm sure I'll be reading them on my last days. Murder on the Mountain sounds exciting.

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Day Eight of the Murder on the Mountain blog tour!



Jesse Morales went to the University of New Hampshire to study English, planning on becoming a writer—a writer of murder mysteries like the Agatha Christie and Ellis Peters mysteries he adored. This, plus a penchant for people-watching, earned him the hated nickname Jesse Fletcher from his friends.

By the time he finds himself thrown into a real murder mystery at the summit of Mount Washington, he’s graduated with a Bachelor’s degree and frankly hasn’t figured out where he’s going next. He’s written a few short stories, but they were rejected by the magazines he submitted them to. He’d start to wonder if he really has what it takes to be an author… except that’s not really in his nature. He wants to do it, so he’s damned well going to do it!

His love life isn’t bad, but most of the guys he hooks up with tend not to stick around, concluding that he’s pretty… but a little weird. After all, his main interest is murder!

When he meets the police detective, Kyle Dubois, Jesse is enthralled. Though Kyle keeps insisting the seven-year age difference between them is an issue, Jesse couldn’t care less. He sees Kyle as more mature than the guys he’s dated so far, and he finds Kyle’s job fascinating. It doesn’t hurt that he’s also gorgeous.

If only Kyle didn’t insist on calling him “kid” all the time….

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Jesse scanned the area around them, commenting to Rory, “Stuart and his killer would have had to come out here together.”


Rory gave him a shrug, as if to say “How should I know?” but Dubois overheard him and said, “Yes.” He gave Jesse a half smile, a bit like the smile Humphrey Bogart used to wear in the old detective films, and said, “Now tell me why.”

“Because there are no landmarks,” Jesse replied, raising his voice. “Not if they didn’t know the mountain. Stuart couldn’t have arranged to meet someone all the way out here. And if he was wandering around lost in the fog, what are the odds the one person who would find him—without getting lost himself—would be the person who wanted to kill him?”

For the next four weeks, Murder on the Mountain will be touring the blogs of several MM Romance authors, providing . If you leave an email address in the comments or email me at jamesfessenden@hotmail.com, you'll be entered into a drawing for either a free copy of Murder on the Mountain or a $40 gift certificate to Dreamspinner Press!

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When Jesse Morales, a recent college grad who aspires to be a mystery writer, volunteers to work on the summit of Mt. Washington for a week, he expects to work hard. What he doesn’t expect is to find a corpse in the fog, lying among the rocks, his head crushed. The dead man turns out to be a young tourist named Stuart Warren, who strayed from his friends while visiting the mountain.


Kyle Dubois, a widowed state police detective, is called to the scene in the middle of the night, along with his partner, Wesley Roberts. Kyle and Jesse are instantly drawn to one another, except Jesse’s fascination with murder mysteries makes it difficult for Kyle to take the young man seriously. But Jesse finds a way to make himself invaluable to the detective by checking into the hotel where the victim's friends and family are staying and infiltrating their circle. Soon, he is learning things that could very well solve the case—or get him killed.

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Also there's a paperback sale on at DSP right now so what better time to dive into a new book?
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Let's have a welcome for Chris T. Kat who's here with her novella Tidal Change. And since she asked, what draws me to mer men is that I've had a life-long interest in myths and legends and supernatural beings. I don't know when it started but I couldn't have been much older than 6 or 7. So let's hear from Chris.

The recent popularity of mermen

Jana, thank you very much for the opportunity to be a guest on your blog. Dreamspinner Press will publish my new release, Tidal Change, on September 17th. Tidal Change is a shape-shifter story but it also has fantasy/fairy tale elements because the main character, Marty, is a merman.

Call me naïve, but when I wrote Tidal Change, I thought mermen story weren't very popular. Even when I submitted my novella, I still didn't realize that mermen seem to be a rather popular topic at the moment. Dreamspinner Press accepted my manuscript in a little bit over three weeks, which surprised me (and made me stupidly happy), even then, I didn't catch on that the topic must be cool.

A few months ago, I suddenly saw mermen books pop up everywhere. I haven't read any of those—yet. I'm curious about them, but I wanted to wait till my edits were done, so I wouldn't be influenced by the takes of other authors on merfolk myths. What is it that fascinates people so much? Is it the mythical component? Or the beautiful images of mermaids and mermen? Or is it the attraction to the ocean?

For me it's all of the above, plus water has always been my element, and since childhood I dreamed about writing a story that included merfolk. What's the attraction for you?


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Blurb:

Something draws history teacher Rick Grady across the school hall to German teacher Marty Lindson. Maybe it’s their shared love of the ocean. Maybe it’s just that Marty is so hot, but maybe it’s something more—something mysterious. All Rick knows is that every time he gets close, Marty pulls away. After another cancelled date, Rick goes to Marty’s apartment to demand an explanation. And what Rick discovers blows his mind.

The ocean calls to Marty because he’s a merman. He’s been afraid to get close to Rick, not just to keep his world a secret, but because Rick is his mate. And to claim his mate would change everything about Marty. No matter how much he loves Rick, he doesn’t know if he’s ready to alter his entire life.


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Author Bio

Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there's any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.


Links:
Blog: http://christikat.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/christi_kat
GoodReads:http://www.goodreads.com/ChrisTKat
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ChrisTKat
Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Chris-T.-Kat/e/B008FQQH2Q
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Fantasy has been one of my life-long favorite genres so I'm happy to have L. Blankenship on board today to talk about the serial fantasy romance Discipline.

Disciple is a six-part, gritty fantasy romance -- the fifth part of the series has just hit the electronic bookshelves. Kate Carpenter is a peasant girl determined to serve her homeland as a healer in wartime. She never thought the crown prince and a ne'er-do-well knight would notice her along the way.


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Kate faces winter with a broken heart: betrayed by one lover, the other lost to her.


Kiefan will not give up on the alliance his kingdom desperately needs — even though the Caer queen refuses to speak to him.


Anders, alone and despairing, faces the Empress’s seductive offers of power and privilege.


Each of them must carry the ongoing war in their own way, whether cold, alone, or backed into a corner. Each must patch together a broken heart as best they can. Duty will throw them together soon enough and they must be ready.


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Excerpt from Disciple, Part V

She walked to him on delicate feet. He managed to sit up, trembling from the cold, from the pain, from half-remembered terror. That she was a little thing, trailing a braid of black hair thick as his arm, that her lush curves would’ve whetted his appetite anywhere else — that was all a lie, he knew in his bones. She was far more than she appeared.


“Such work to save you from the Shepherd, and you race back to his arms? You judge in haste, Anders.”


“I serve my saints,” he gasped out. “I’m discipled by —”


“You are elect, and bound to the Empress.”


His resolve steadied, in rejecting that. “I am a Blessed knight of Wodenberg. Proven in battle. I belong to Saint Woden.” He had his knight’s crest as proof, loose and straggly from melted snow but proof.


The Empress stood over him, without even gooseflesh from the cold. “And what did he give you, for your service? Blessings? A sword? Your sounding does tell it truly; you were as born to the sword as to the saddle. Woden only gilded a lily, with his claim. What you truly need, la…” She crouched down, looked Anders in the eye. “That is a true shifter, to teach you art.”


His chest ached where he’d been stabbed. Anders shifted away from her, pulse pounding in his throat. “Saint Aleks taught me. He showed me how to work it out myself.”


“Saint Aleksandr,” she said, overly patiently, “was a mere stonecutter with stars in his eyes. He did harvest his shifting charms, or I’m a scullery whore.”


Anders straightened, bristling in Saint Aleks’ defense, but the Empress held up one finger in warning. The bond in his palm tingled. Anders shut his mouth.


“Do not waste my time, sir. I am empress of eight kingdoms. I take few apprentices, and spare not my enemies. But mayhaps there is one man in Wodenberg worth sparing. And what, at home, draws you?”


Kate’s name leaped to his lips, and froze there. Her hands, glowing with kir, catching Kiefan as he fell. Stemming the fountain of his blood. Anders’ eyes closed as the pain in his chest stopped his breath. The sword had hurt, too.


When his eyes opened, they swam with tears. “I have…” Kate had said she loved him. But not even a glance at his mortal wound… had their nights together been a lie? Pity?


“For they left you to die,” the Empress said, voice softer. “And I did mend you, then. Saw your worth and bound you, Elect.”


Left him to die. And now they were finally rid of him. Anders’ heart skipped in cold terror; how happy was Kate, now that he was gone? This vulture had plucked him from the Shepherd’s shadow, done what Kate wouldn’t…


“Stay, and you will master your gifts. Which none understand as your own kind do.”


There’d been none in Wodenberg who could teach him; Saint Qadeem himself had said as much. Since Saint Aleks was killed, Anders had largely been left to his own devices. He met the Empress’ eyes, and she was all the world had left for him to choose. Because without Kate…


With her betrayal tearing a ragged hole in his chest at each breath, Anders nodded.


The Empress touched his shoulder, and his aches melted away. The cold vanished. Kir flooded in, lifting his head with a deep, cleansing breath. She stood, and a small blade spun out from one hand. His knight’s crest, she gathered up in the other. With a slash, it came away and she held the handful of flaxen hair before his face. Then dropped it.


“For you are mine. Come home.”


You can find part one here
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Mark's back with his latest book, The Notorious Ian Grant which sounds like a lot of fun. I'll step back and let him tell you all about it.

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Sometimes you just gotta be silly.

Well, I do. People like my humor, but up until now my books have been halves: half humor, half romance; half humor, half history; half humor, half adventure. Although The Notorious Ian Grant will look and feel like a romantic comedy, I felt like ramping it up to the level of my humor columns, just to see if it would work as well for fiction as it does in the newspaper. I think it does. I could be wrong.


Ian Grant isn’t exactly a type A personality, although he’s got the looks for it. He’s Cary Grant with a Groucho Marx personality, and he’s not ashamed of it … even if he is ashamed of a few youthful indiscretions here and there. Like dancing on Charlie Sheen’s car, drag racing Justin Bieber, and of course peeing on a bouncer’s shoes. (Ian still insists Bieber cheated.) These days Ian’s on a path to redeeming himself—he hopes—but his past keeps coming back to haunt him, as in this snippet in which he meets two residents of Hurricane, Indiana for the first time:



They stopped by the intersection, where the cop now stared daggers at Ian. “Here, me first.” Beth hopped down from the horse with ease and grace, and once she’d cleared Ian managed a dismount with none of either. As he stumbled away, the animal turned toward him and made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.

“Good horsey.”

“His name is Honey,” the cop said, as she stepped around her patrol car.

“Really?” Ian looked back at the horse. “You hear that? All the other guy horses make fun of you.”

Honey turned his head away.

“Hey, I was kidding —“

Beth patted the horse’s flank. “It’s okay, Honey—he’s a scumbag.”

“Beth, sweetie …” Fran hooked a thumb toward Ian. “What have I told you about picking up strays?”

“He says he needs to get into Hurricane.” Beth leaned in toward the woman. “His name is Ian Grant.”
“I don’t care if his name’s—oh.” Fran gave Ian an even closer look, if that was possible. “I’ve seen your jail book-in photos.”

“Was I smiling? Could you see my dimples?” Fran had long hair, secured in a tight ponytail, along with big brown eyes and high cheekbones that pointed toward a full Hispanic heritage. She probably had a nice smile. He almost regretted letting his agent talk him out of joining the cast of Lady Cop 3: Hollywood Vice, especially since his agent dumped him weeks later.

“You smiled, but the bloody nose and the missing tooth spoiled the effect.”

“They put the tooth back. See?” Ian gave her his most ingratiating smile, to no effect.

“Very nice. However, around here those trimmed stubbles are not in fashion.”

“I’ve driven for three days —“

“May I ask your reason for being here, Mr. Grant?”

Uh-oh. Official voice.



Ian had better watch himself, since the girl he got a ride from is his future sister-in-law, and the cop is his future brother-in-law’s best friend. Too bad he doesn’t know that yet. That’s one of the fun things about Ian Grant: He really does want to do the right thing—but he just can’t seem to keep his mouth shut.


I wonder if Ian’s trickster spirit might have something to do with why my publisher released the book a month and a half before I expected them to? The Notorious Ian Grant is now available as an e-book, with the print version coming in September. It can be found in various formats at:
Whiskey Creek Press: here

Amazon.com: here


Barnes and Noble: here


Blurb: When infamous party boy and b-list celebrity Ian Grant learns his sister is marrying a cop, he abandons Hollywood and drives to Indiana. His plan: to make up for all those times he embarrassed his family by taking charge of the wedding planning. So, Ian’s never planned a wedding … how hard could it be?


The tornado ravaged town of Hurricane is like another world—a world he’d like to be part of, if only people would stop judging him by his previous antics. He might even have a chance at romance with his future brother-in-law’s coworker, detective Fran Vargas. But for Fran everything’s gone wrong since the moment Ian arrived, including their confrontation with a bullying politician, and an influx of nosy reporters and angry ex-girlfriends. Not to mention Ian’s wedding planning keeps getting interrupted by someone trying to kill him.


No one ever said redemption is easy.


Author Bio - Since 2011 Mark R Hunter has published five books: the romantic comedy Storm Chaser; a related collection Storm Chaser Shorts; a local history book, Smoky Days And Sleepless Nights: A Century Or So With The Albion Fire Department; a humorous adventure set in a girl’s camp, The No-Campfire Girls; and now a follow up to Storm Chaser, The Notorious Ian Grant. He also had a humor piece included in an anthology, My Funny Valentine.

During that time, he continued his humor column, “Slightly Off The Mark”, and did other writing for newspapers for local volunteer organizations. His full time job is as an emergency dispatcher, and he’s also fit in enough time to be a volunteer firefighter, father, grandfather, and tired.


Mark lives in Albion, Indiana, with his wife and editor Emily, a cowardly ball python named Lucius, and a loving, scary dog named Beowulf. He has two daughters and twin grandsons, and so naturally is writing a children's book. He can be found online at www.markrhunter.com.
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I have a bunch of authors heading your way over the new few weeks, erotica, het romance and even crafty non-fiction, so I hope yinz give them a big welcome. Leading the charge is Louise Lyons so I'll let her take over and tell you all about her novel Conflicted. It sounds really interesting. My dad and uncle (a mechanic) love drag racing. I love going to car cruises with the 30s and 40s cars, myself.


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My Inspiration for Conflicted

My story is based around the world of cars, for example drag racing, exhibiting cars at events and so on. This is a big love of mine, and I regularly attend drag racing events. I’m also a member of an owners’ club for my little sporty Mitsubishi, and I enjoy putting it on a display stand along with several others, for members of the public to look at and photograph. This is what gave me the idea to write Conflicted.

I pictured my main character, Paul Appleton, in a similar position to me – struggling to get a great car and make it nice, with not very much money. Of course, I don’t have Paul’s temperament, thankfully! He’s a troubled young man, who has lost several people he cared deeply for, and I’m happy that I didn’t write that part of the story from experience. But the basics came from my own, rather tomboyish love of cars and fixing them up.

Inspiration in general
I started writing short stories when I was very young – about 8 years old – but it was only in my late teens that I got into M/M romance. It was prompted by a school friend inviting me to watch a video at her house when I was 15 or 16. The movie was My Beautiful Launderette starring Daniel Day Lewis, and it featured both racism, and homophobic attacks, but it also had some sweet moments between the two main male characters. I started writing M/M romances for my own entertainment, featuring favourite rock stars, more often than not. Years later, I jumped into Fan Fiction, and eventually, after developing a large following and growing in confidence, I decided to try to publish something. And here I am!



Blurb

Two competing gangs of car and drag racing enthusiasts with a shared history of pain and rivalry leading to outright hatred. Two men from opposite sides of the tracks, yet more in common than they’d like to admit.

Paul Appleton is a troubled man who has never been in a relationship, having lost everyone he cared for in his life. His mother died when he was very young and subsequently, he lost his brother and his best friend. Now Paul is convinced love will always end in tears.

Greg was living on the streets after his parents died and was stabbed by a junkie, ending up in hospital. The Buchanans took Greg under their wing while doing charity work, and Greg joined their loving family when he was adopted. He and his siblings are also car enthusiasts with much more money and therefore better cars than Paul Appleton’s gang.

When they eventually find a connection, Paul fights his feelings and tries to convince himself his lover is only a temporary bit of fun, but Greg has other ideas.


excerpt )

Buy Links: Ebook: here

Paperback: here


And Louise is giving away a copy! a Rafflecopter giveaway



Author Bio: 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 eight, 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 twenties.

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.


Blog: http://louiselyonsauthor.wordpress.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/louiselyonsauthor
Twitter: www.twitter.com/louiselyons013
Email: louiselyons013@gmail.com
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It's my pleasure to introduce you all to Lane Hayes. She's here with her book Better Than Chance.

Blog Post for Jana Denardo:
Better Than Chance by Lane Hayes


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Thank you for having me here today, Jana! I’m very excited to talk about the release of my second book, Better Than Chance. Those who’ve read my first novel, Better Than Good will recognize Jay and Peter as Aaron’s best friend and his long-time partner. Aaron makes a point of describing the couple as having a relationship he admires. “In the land of gay, they are what I would wish for one day…. they just seem to get each other.”

I’m eternally fascinated by the mystery of attraction. What is it that makes someone stand out? Looks? Sure, first impressions matter, but looks only take you so far. Most of us learn along the way that what’s on the outside is only as beautiful as what we find on the inside. Getting to know someone is key. Communicating. That’s real life. The reader in me has a hard time with MCs who fall in love immediately. I’m not suggesting it can’t happen but in a love story, I want more! I want to be a part of the journey. I feel cheated if I can’t feel that “oh yeah, I totally get this couple” moment. The moment when infatuation or even dislike or disinterest turns into friendship or passion and eventually love. I’m crazy for it!

In Better Than Chance, Jay’s world turns upside down when he’s assigned to work on a project under the dreamy Peter Morgan. Peter is extraordinarily good looking, but he’s a demanding boss and Jay’s crush quickly fades when he suspects Peter may be homophobic. Eventually Jay concedes he may have been hasty to judge. In fact, as events unfold Jay slowly learns Peter is a multi-faceted puzzle. Intelligent, competitive, and demanding in a business setting, he is also compassionate, kind, adventurous and has a great sense of humor outside of the office. Jay may prefer the simpler pleasures in life but he cannot deny he is wildly intrigued by this complex man. Once Jay acknowledges he’s fallen for Peter, he realizes he may be in for heartache if Peter isn’t ready to take a chance on love.

Better Than Chance is actually my first story though it is coming out after Better Than Good. Jay and Peter have been in my head for so long, I feel as though I know them very well. And I love them! They provide a foundation in a sense for the characters from my first book… and yes, the characters you’ll meet in the third book.

Happy Reading!

Lane Hayes








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Blurb Better Than Chance by Lane Hayes:



Jay Reynolds has a crush on his project leader at work, but an office romance with Peter Morgan isn't likely to happen since Peter is straight. Worse, Jay soon fears Peter is homophobic, and his initial infatuation turns to loathing. But one fateful night, Jay is forced to acknowledge things aren't quite as they seem with Peter. Suddenly, his crush is back and unbelievably, Peter is interested too.

They begin a “friends with benefits” arrangement, which becomes difficult for Jay when he starts falling for his sexy boss. Peter’s past issues keep him from committing, and Jay has to decide if he can be satisfied with friendship if Peter isn’t ready to take a chance on anything more.























Excerpt from Better Than Chance by Lane Hayes:


“Close the door, Reynolds.” His tone was sharp and concise. No argument was expected or welcomed. I obeyed and waited for him to speak.


He didn’t say a word. He pointed to a chair and directed me to sit with a simple wave of his hand as he began a slow pace around the perimeter of the small round table. It was like being stalked by a tiger. There was an electric air of danger in this tiny space and I had set it in motion. I clung to my anger. I wasn’t wrong. Was I?


Peter suddenly stopped. He stood at the other end of the table with his arms crossed over his broad chest. As usual he was impeccably dressed in a gorgeous dark suit tailored to perfection. His dark wavy hair seemed a little longer. I absently wondered if he was growing it out. But his dark furrowed brow and intense stare told me to keep my ponderings to myself. He wasn’t in the mood to chat about hair. He looked pissed.


“Explain yourself.”


I blinked twice. I was almost afraid of him, but I knew that was irrational. I had a legitimate reason for my outburst. I just wished I had been a bit more professional about it.


“Fine. I will.” Professional, I cautioned myself. Don’t get personal. “You have given me rather baffling critiques, Mr. Morgan that I frankly find ridiculous and almost contrived in a way that suggests you want to point out the negative whether or not it has any bearing whatsoever to the project at hand.” Good, well said, I thought.


“What the fuck are you talking about?” He looked genuinely perplexed.


“You know what I’m talking about!” I exploded. “Correct paragraph two, sentence one.... that’s one example! What was today’s going to be? Change the use of my pronoun from direct to indirect? Or is it an adjective that you want me to reconsider? Or...”


I had become so worked up that I didn’t register that he’d moved until he was three short feet away from me. He wore the strangest expression. It was a cross between tempered fury and frustration. He held up his hand in that authoritative way of his, demanding that I stop. Stop everything. Don’t talk. Don’t move. I waited like a deer in headlights to see what he’d do.


A fresh wave of adrenaline rushed through my veins as I found myself literally shoved up against the conference room wall with Peter’s large hand at my throat. I swallowed hard and looked into his dark angry eyes, his face was two short inches away from mine. His breath was warm against my cheek. He pulled back and shook his head as though puzzled by his own actions before he tightened his hold at my neck and covered my mouth with his own.


I could barely breath. There was nowhere to hide, no retreat possible so I gave in. My mouth melted underneath his allowing the lip lock to become a kiss. A fiery passionate joining. Our tongues fought for dominance, licking and sucking. Peter’s hands trapped my head as he plunged even further into my mouth taking every last bit of control away from me. He ran his tongue over my lips before tracing a path along my jaw and biting my earlobes. I nudged him back with my nose and heard his low groan as he once again fused his mouth over mine.


I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his body close to mine. My hands kneaded his perfect ass through the fine fabric of his pants as I sent my hips forward to meet his. We gasped at the first feel of friction as our hardened cocks pressed together through our suits. It was electrifying and wickedly carnal. A mere glimpse into how intensely hot the real thing could be if we let ourselves go there. Peter stopped abruptly, straightening his arms on either side of my head. Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room.


“I want you.” He growled, resting his forehead against mine.




Purchase Links:
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Better-Than-Chance-Stories-ebook/dp/B00HZOKLXK/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1390505685&sr=8-2&keywords=better+than+chance+kindle

Dreamspinner Press:
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4614

Barnes & Noble:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/better-than-chance-lane-hayes/1118167051?ean=2940148281894





5 Star Reviews for Better Than Chance!:
Sinfully Sexy Books:

http://sinfullysexybooks.blogspot.co.uk/2014/01/better-than-chance-by-lane-hayes.html
Sidlove Book Reviews:
http://sidlove.com/2014/01/22/release-day-review-better-than-chance-by-lane-hayes/

Author Bio:

Lane Hayes is a designer by trade, but is spending more time these days doing what she loves best. Writing! An avid reader from an early age, Lane has always been drawn to romance novels. She truly believes there is nothing more inspiring than a well-told love story with beautifully written characters. Lane discovered the M/M genre a fews ago and was instantly hooked. Her first novel was a finalist in the 2013 Rainbow Awards. She loves travel, chocolate, and wine (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband, three teenage kids, and Rex, the coolest yellow lab ever.

Contact Info:
Website: www.lanehayes.wordpress.com
Twitter: @LaneHayes3
Facebook: www.facebook.com/Lane-Hayes
Email: lanehayes@ymail.com
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Hi, I'm happy to have Christopher Moss here on my blog with his book Beloved Pilgrim
So let me introduce you.

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1 - "Why this story idea?"

Initially I wrote BELOVED PILGRIM I just wanted the experience of writing a female character I could relate to. I read a lot of books set in the Middle Ages, and so many of them have female protagonists I found I had nothing in common with. The authors would go on and on about what color brocade gown she was wearing. Yawn. So I decided to write the story of a lesbian knight and a "Saracen" woman. The irony is that writing this novel was the beginning of a long evaded realization that I am not a woman, not in my mind and heart, that I am in fact transgender. The next year or so I spent grappling with the subject, and once I was fully Christopher, I looked at the first edition of BELOVED PILGRIM and saw that my protagonist, whom I'd called Elisabeth, was in fact transgender. Harmony Ink Press encouraged me to create a second edition that reflects this fact. It was a Herculean task but then so is transitioning to seeing myself as a man!

2- "Is there a story you've been wanting to write for a while, but haven't started it yet? What is it?"
I really have about a dozen like that. I want to write a couple mystery series, one starring my main characters from my Dreamspinner novel, WHERE MY LOVE LIES DREAMING, Frankie and Johnny. It would take place in New Orleans in the tumultuous years after the American Civil War, and would have ghosts as part of the stories. The other mysteries would have President James Buchanan and his "long time companion" Rufus King as the amateur sleuths. I am working now on a young adult novel that takes place in my favorite era, Anglo Saxon England, with a young man who "sees dead people". There are many more... so I need to take care of my health since the life expectancy tests say I only have fifteen years left!


3- "Who is your favorite author/why?"
Oh gosh. I suppose Dorothy Dunnett, the author of the monumental Lymond Chronicles as well as the House of Niccolo. The main reason is that especially with Lymond, in "Game of Kings" and so forth, has created in the series title character whose transformation even in just the first volume that will knock your socks off.

Among M/M authors I adore both Tamara Allen and Ruth Sims for the wonderful writing and the sheer heart f the novels.

4- What do you do when you hit a writer's block?
Weep, scream, and tear out my hair. I jokes, a little. Fact is I make my characters tell me what's next. I often employ and exercise where I write up a focus group of the main characters and ask them questions. It always gets me answers and inspires me to write.


5- Do you have a particular routine when writing?
I wish I did. I am not that disciplined. I discovered in college that my best papers were the ones I wrote at the last moment, under pressure. I'm wiser with fiction, but I really can't say I have a routine. Again, my characters drive me more that I do them.

6- Who is the favorite character you’ve ever created
When my friend Laura and I were in our preteen years we started first play acting and then writing stories about a king and queen that we called "Faithful Forever", a very inaccurate title. One of the characters derived from that project is an Irish bard named Shannon O'Neill. I suppose you could say he is my "bad boy" character, a drinker, a womanizer, but exquisitely talented. He's the type of character who storms out of rooms and is mistakenly believed to have killed himself and all such melodrama. I like him so much I actually named a Celtic music radio show "The Shannon O'Neill Memorial Celtic Music Hour.
There's a bit of Shannon in my second favorite character, Frankie in WHERE MY LOVE LIES DREAMING.

7. What else would you like us to know about you?
I'm blind. Not totally but then only about 10% f legally blind people are totally blind. I have only peripheral vision from a hereditary congenital condition. If anything I think this disability made me more creative, more resourceful, and more inventive. And thanks to things like computers, the Internet, Kindle text-to-speech and other adaptive technology, I am rarely at a loss for ways to do what I want to do. Well, except drive. It is a very good thing I can't drive. Don't want to cut into those fifteen years after all.


Find BELOVED PILGRIM here

Find WHERE MY LVE LIES DREAMING here
Christopher’s website: Shieldwall Productions


Christopher’s blog: That's All I Read


AN INVOLUNTARY KING: A TALE OF ANGLO SAXON ENGLAND (with Shannon O'Neill)
jana_denardo: (darkest midnight)
Taking a break from the nanoing to bring you another guest blogger. Grace R. Duncan brings with her a really fun character interview so please check it out.

First things first, I’d like to thank Jana for having me! It is very much appreciated!
I’d like to introduce my boys from Deception, Cyrus and Nadir. If you’ve read Choices, you’ll recognize them. They were friends of Teman in the slaves’ wing. These two boys just insisted that I write their story and before long, I was half way through their story.
Without further ado, Cyrus and Nadir!

Meet Cyrus & Nadir )

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Cyrus and Nadir first met as hungry orphans on Behekam’s streets at twelve years old. They became friends, then partners in the thievery that enabled them to survive, and as they passed their days together, they fell in love. When they are both taken as pleasure slaves in the opulent palace of the Malik of Neyem, love becomes more complicated.

Rumors of an attempt on Malik Bathasar's life put Cyrus and Nadir's relationship to the test—they must pose convincingly as intimate slaves to the young malik as part of a plan to lure the assassin into the open. Teman—Malik Bathasar’s real personal pleasure slave and true lover—was once trained by Cyrus for the same duties, and the attraction and care Cyrus developed for him then still remains. The Malik of Neyem proves an easy man to love and Nadir’s feelings for him grow while they’re pretending to love each other.

Cyrus and Nadir care deeply for each other but they’ve forgotten the first rule of love: communicate in honesty. Their love remains strong enough to weather the changes—if they have the courage not only to face the coming dangers, but to put aside deception and find their truth.

For more from Grace R. Duncan, visit http://www.grace-duncan.com
To purchace Deception, download the free short Coronation or start from the beginning with Bathasar and Teman in Choices, check out the Golden Collar series at Dreamspinner press here
jana_denardo: (darkest midnight)
And in yet another delayed post (I swear, one day work will stop eating all my time) let's meet Sophie Bonaste!

Sophie on her novel and volunteering )

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Blurb:
Adam Jameson has always felt like an outsider in his own home, where his parents’ constant efforts to instill religious fervor have instead filled him with fear. Most of the time, he just wants to stay out of everybody’s way. But when Adam is forced to volunteer at a homeless shelter his senior year in high school, everything changes. He’s introduced to people who care about more than religion and, as a result, he starts to come out of his shell. For the first time in his life, Adam finds people that he wants to be around.

Mickey Stafford lives on the streets, a teen kicked out by his parents for being gay. He comes to the shelter for food and medical care, and after they literally run into each other, the two boys strike up a friendship. As Mickey introduces his new friend to the world he lives in, Adam starts to question everything: his parents, their religion, even his own beliefs . Once Mickey kisses him, Adam starts soul-searching and finds his heart, which is full of love for Mickey. But these two young men will have their love put to the test, as they face a future of uncertainty and fear.


Biography:
Sophie Bonaste is a novelist who never set out to be a novelist. As a child, she wanted to a Broadway actress and spent her childhood in numerous productions. But when adulthood set in and reality took over, Sophie chose to give up the theatre for a steady paycheck and instead turned to writing as a creative outlet. She stumbled into the M/M genre through fanfiction and never looked back. Sophie is quite happy with her change in artistic expression and doesn’t plan to stop writing for a long time.
A self-proclaimed nerd, Sophie is an avid fan of all things Star Wars and Harry Potter. (Sophie is a member of the Slytherin house, for those who were wondering.) Sophie also spends many hours watching and re-watching nerdy television shows. When she is not obsessing over the latest and greatest in nerdy entertainment, Sophie can be found screaming at her television during American football games. (Go Pack Go!) Sophie currently lives in Pennsylvania, about twenty minutes from her childhood town of The Middle of Nowhere.

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Hi Everyone, let's welcome Layla. She's been here before and should have been here last night but I messed up. My apologies. I think at this point Layla knows I'm scatterbrained and was busy making myself nuts last night. So a little delayed but here none the less, here's Layla:

Homespun )

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Homespun
by Layla M. Wier

Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Length: Novella/104 pages
Release Date: Sept. 18, 2013

Blurb:
For twenty years, Owen Fortescue, a down-to-earth farmer in upstate New York, has had an on-again, off-again relationship with volatile New York City artist Kerry Ruehling. Now that same-sex marriage is recognized in New York, Owen wants to tie the knot. But Kerry responds to the proposal with instant, angry withdrawal. Owen resolves to prove to Kerry that, regardless of the way his family of origin has treated him, family ties don’t necessarily tie a man down. With help from his grown daughter, Laura, who loves them both, Owen hopes to convince Kerry that his marriage proposal isn’t a trap, but a chance at real love.

Buy at Dreamspinner Press:
here

About Layla:
Layla M. Wier is the romance pen name of artist and writer Layla Lawlor. She was born in a log cabin in rural Alaska and grew up thirty miles from towns, roads, electricity, and cars. These days, she lives in Fox, a gold-rush mining town on the highway north of Fairbanks, Alaska, with her husband, dogs, and the occasional farm animal. Their house is a log cabin in a birch and aspen forest. Wolves, moose, and foxes wander through the front yard. During the short, bright Arctic summer, Layla enjoys gardening and hiking, and in the winter, she writes, paints, and draws.

Where to find Layla:
Blog: http://laylawier.wordpress.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/Layla_in_Alaska
Tumblr: http://laylainalaska.tumblr.com

Stops and topics on the blog tour )
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I'm pleased to host Nicole Forcine tonight and she comes with her new release This Little Whatever. It sounds like fun. So stop in to chat with her.

So let's start with a little bit about Nicole. In her own words )


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And for a nice blurb about the book, I'm linking you back to Nicole's blog (so you can poke about and learn even more about her!) A blurb

head here for purchase info (note this is for the paperback, there is an ebook option naturally)
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I'm very happy to have Posy Roberts on my blog today. She brings with her a taste of her new novel and we get to hear the characters tell their own tale in a little interview with them, which is a lot of fun.

Blurb for Spark (North Star Trilogy- Book One)

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to purchase head here

In their small-town high school, Hugo and Kevin became closeted lovers who kept their secret even from parents. Hugo didn’t want to disappoint his terminally ill father, and Kevin’s controlling father would never tolerate a bisexual son. When college took them in different directions, they promised to reunite, but that didn’t happen for seventeen years.

By the time they meet again, Hugo has become an out-and-proud actor and director who occasionally performs in drag—a secret that has cost him in past relationships. Kevin, still closeted, has followed his father’s path and now, in the shadow of divorce, is striving to be a better father to his own children.
When Hugo and Kevin meet by chance at a party, the spark of attraction reignites, as does their genuine friendship. Rekindling a romance may mean Hugo must compromise the openness he values, but Kevin will need a patient partner as he adapts to living outside the closet. With such different lifestyles, the odds seem stacked against them, and Hugo fears that if his secret comes to light, it may drive Kevin away completely.


Meet Hugo and Kevin )


Click here for a nice excerpt )

Posy’s Bio:

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Posy’s website

Posy Roberts lives in the land of 10,000 lakes (plus a few thousand more). But even with more shoreline than California, Florida, and Hawaii combined, Minnesota has snow—lots of it—and the six months of winter makes us “hearty folk,” or so the locals say. The rest of the year is heat and humidity with a little bit of cool weather we call spring and autumn, which lasts about a week.

She loves a clean house, even if she can’t keep up with her daughter’s messes, and prefers foods that are enriched with meat, noodles, and cheese, or as we call it in Minnesota, hotdish. She also loves people, even though she has to spend considerable amounts of time away from them after helping to solve their interpersonal problems at her day job.

Posy is married to a wonderful man who makes sure she eats while she documents the lives of her characters. She also has a remarkable daughter who helps her come up with character names. When she’s not writing, she enjoys karaoke, hiking, and singing spontaneously about the mundane, just to make normal seem more interesting.

Read more at Posy’s website
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I've been meaning to put up this blog post for my friend [livejournal.com profile] salomesensei and her coauthor, [livejournal.com profile] talonsage for their novella, After the First Taste of Love: . They're coming to us with a fun quiz. Here I'll let them tell you all about it: (As for me I ended up somewhere between Barrett and Angelo sort of a third of each)

Blog Tour Post for After the First Taste of Love: Personality Quiz
By Salome Wilde and Talon Rihai


As co-authors thrilled to share with you their new, contemporary gay romance novella, After the First Taste of Love, they could give you a romantic summary or tempting excerpt. But you can find that on the publisher's site here, and it hardly makes for an exciting blog post. So, instead, they invite you to take

The After the First Taste of Love Personality Quiz! )

Talon and Salome welcome your feedback to the quiz in the comments! And please visit them at Sal and Tal erotica.
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I had wanted to put this a little closer to the holiday but since power outages are likely I figured it's probably now or never. Stop and say hello to Andrea Speed. I'm happy to have her guest blogging here today. Without further ado, here's Andrea:

I’m personally torn over whether it’s cool to be a monster or not.


Think about it. You get your way pretty much all the time. If you don’t, you can raise holy hell … not unlike a three year old having a temper tantrum, but eight thousand times more destructive. You get to be incredibly menacing, and incredibly strong – or flexible, agile, whatever, dependant on what kind of monster your happen to be. Going on that kind of power trip must be fun.

But there are obvious downsides to being a monster, and everyone being afraid of you may be the least of it. Oh sure, there are loads of people who want to kill you simply for being what you are, but what about other things, such as your powers being useless or silly? Or your powers killing you incrementally every time you use them? So these thoughts led to me looking at these possibilities in ways both silly and serious.

The silly way is through my Josh of the Damned series. Now m/m horror-comedy isn’t everyone’s cup of tea – in fact, if you’d like to describe hard sell in three words, that’s it – but I love mashing together the mundane and the outrageous, so this is a fun series for me to write. An every day convenience store night clerk, who has to sell snacks to monsters that come though a hell portal? Just what I love. And not just zombies, vampires, and your classic monsters. No, some of these monsters are weird and lame. A giant, man eating mustache, for example, Cthulhu’s much less impressive half-brother, a reverse tooth fairy. It isn’t fair that something laughable can also be kind of scary, under the right circumstances, but, on the other hand, something that should be scary can sometimes be silly, as Josh’s persistent werewolf problems prove. (Did you know they were pee machines?) Photobucket

But the flip side, the serious side, just might make you teary eyed. Tackling weres is nothing new, but have you ever sat down and considered what being able to change your form might actually entail? If you remove all supernatural elements, what happens to you when you transform? Bones break, muscles tear, skin rips, and that’s only the stuff you can see on the outside. Your metabolism goes haywire, your brain bakes, you find yourself at the mercy of impulses and physical spasms you can’t control. Hence the world of Infected, where my main character, Roan, is a werecat. He is unusual, as in this universe, becoming a werecat is a blood borne pathogen, and most of the infected live shortened, nasty lives. This is doubly true for “virus children”, those born with this virus, who are usually born deformed and die soon after. He’s a rara avis in that he’s a virus child who managed to survive and seems pretty normal … except he isn’t. As the series goes on, it becomes obvious he’s far from normal, even in the infected sense of the word, and while he can use this for good, it’s killing him every time he uses it this way. Does it stop him? Should it stop him? It’s a dilemma he faces as the series goes on. Now while I don’t think of him as a monster – in fact, I think of him as a sort of superhero archetype – many people do see him that way, and there is a specific kind of horror correlation here. I don’t want to spoil too much for anyone who hasn’t read the series, but I will say it’s body horror, or at least something quite like it. What if you had to share your body, and what if the thing you were sharing it with wasn’t cooperative, and extremely dangerous? And there’s absolutely no getting out of it, or at least not in any way that will leave you living. What do you do? There are no easy answers.

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One of these days, I intend to write unvarnished horror, with no comedy or mystery genre mixed in, just a bloody mess. But until then, I hope you enjoy my variations on a theme.

You can find Josh of the Damned here

And Infected here

I've read some of both series. You aren't going to go wrong with either.
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I'm taking a break from running around like a headless chicken to introduce another of my guest bloggers. Meet Tali Spencer everyone. She's bringing a very interesting story with her. Can I just say I'm fascinated by her connection to her material. Oh, and I'm a big Tanith Lee fan myself.
Jana’s Halloween Blog Interview questions

Where did you come up with the idea for your characters?
The theme of the Devil’s Night anthology is demons being wicked, in particular m/m demons being wicked. I had just written Sorcerer’s Knot, a dark tale with sorcerers and tentacles, and I decided I wanted to do something different. Instead of a fantasy world or the usual urban fantasy, I decided to use my knowledge of South America and Aymara/Quechua folklore to create a Bolivian demon. The shaman/demon Katari in “The Seventh Sacrifice” is a fusion of real life Aymara shamans and pre-Inca myth.

What drew you to write for this type of world?
My love of blending Andean culture and fantasy. I lived for while in La Paz and married into an old Yungas family that traced its origins back to the conquistadors. Due to my love of history and myth, and because I was connected to people known in the community, I learned a lot of Andean folklore and immersed myself in the culture: visiting archeological sites, collecting indigenous art, music, and crafts, and talking with scholars and village elders who shared their family stories. I wrote these down in notebooks and still have them. The stories of this part of the world are amazing, and also fantastical. Andean culture is this astonishing and incomplete melding of Christianity with native religion that lends itself to wildly inventive uses of both. “The Seventh Sacrifice” takes place in and around a Catholic church that sits atop Inca foundations. There’s a native legend that cursed snakes live in the church bell tower, so I spun that story sideways into a world where an Andean serpent-shifter could exist.

Who is your favorite horror/fantasy author? How did their works influence you? What is your favorite work by that author?

I worship at the feet of Tanith Lee. Her poetic imagery, rich world building, and diverse cultural influences create the most amazing stories of demons, mortals, gods and the impossible beauty that is being alive—or sometimes dead. She was the first writer to show me through her work that humans are amazing, beautiful , sexual ,and terrible all at the same time. I love the notion that good and evil are fluid, and so is sexuality, virtue, and honor. When we see someone, or try to assign meaning to their actions… what is it we are really seeing? Them, or ourselves? I reread Night’s Master, the first book of Lee’s Flat Earth series, often.

Who is your favorite character you've written and why?

My favorite character tends to be the one I’m writing right now, so that would be Madd in my WIP, Thick as Thieves. He’s one of those men the rest of society pushes to the side: young, small, a witch, and a thief. He’s so angry at the world, he’d just as soon everyone in it burn. But then he’s thrown into a partnership with a giant sex-obsessed barbarian named Vorgell. It’s such a blast to write about this prickly ne’er-do-well with a chip on his shoulder and his humungous companion whose one goal is to get Madd into bed. I’m wrapping that novel up in the next week or two, and then I’ll move onto a new favorite.

How do you keep the supernatural fresh?

I’m not sure if I do, because I like to play with existing tropes. I’ve been around science fiction and fantasy a long time. Right now, I’m seeing lots of writers rehashing the same stories I first read decades ago. As a reader, what pulls me in won’t be the genre—because I’ve seen vampires, werewolves, shifters, gods, and every other supernatural or human nut case a hundred times before—but the writing. Good writing, solid world-building, and strong use of setting make me forget the trope and hang onto the characters and their story. So that’s what I try to do in my own writing. I try to create a world that’s different from what readers usually see. I try to take them someplace new through unusual settings and less-used magic systems. I also like to use humans as main characters, rather than magical beings, because humans don’t need to become animals to be dangerous. We have way fewer scruples than vampires and weres.

What is your favorite supernatural trope to write (ghost, vampire, demon, etc.)?

Give me gods, demons, and dragons any day. I love powerful beings that embrace their power and view the world through a different framework from the human. Otherness fascinates me. It touches on my love of the alien in science fiction, which I also write. Most of my supernatural characters are gods or demi-gods, beings humans are better off not awakening or trying to control. In a way, they are an allegory for what humans never seem to learn: how to control ourselves.

How would you like to see supernatural fiction develop?

Personally, I would like to see less human creatures. How do we handle our entire world becoming alien to us, not just infested by beings who look like us and generally behave like us except for their acceptable quirks, like being elves or shifters? What about quirks that aren’t acceptable? Something powerful that doesn’t give a crap about humanity and with which we can’t communicate… that’s what scares me.

One way to sample supernatural fiction is through short stories and anthologies. The Devil’s Night anthology by Storm Moon Press has several stories of m/m demon fun. Could be great reading for Halloween! Wickedness is one of those areas where the supernatural has a built-in advantage because creatures from the dark side fit in so beautifully. And darkness can be erotic, too. My story “The Seventh Sacrifice” depicts a collision of cultures, sex, and fate: In modern day La Paz, a young Spaniard hell-bent on revenge is attracted to a native sorcerer determined to break a centuries old curse.

Excerpt:
Two stone steps flanked by tables of packaged, prefabricated charms led to the narrow hole-in-the-wall that constituted a store. Every spare millimeter of space was packed with arcane objects. Fully furred llama fetuses with huge, black eyes and grimacing teeth hung from a pole over the doorway, while more of the same—mummified and without fur—lay piled in baskets. The dried husks of armadillos, toads, and starfish held sway among racks of cheap beads, brass bells, and trays of colored powders. Beltran hoped the powders were herbs, but at least one looked like dried blood, and he knew the others could be anything from antlers to hooves, teeth, or bones.

But what caught his eye next, and took away his already scanty breath, was the man sitting on a stool just inside the doorway. Black hair, straight and shining, framed a brown face with strong features and high cheekbones. The heavy mane cascaded behind broad shoulders and a red poncho of alpaca wool. As the man rose to his feet, Beltran saw that he was taller than most native men, with a wiry, powerful frame. The shopkeeper’s eyes commanded him most of all: deep and black, they locked onto his with a hunger so fierce, the compulsion in them made him quiver.
Holy Mother of God, Beltran thought, forcing himself to breathe normally. Marisol never told me her shaman would be gorgeous!



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and how ironic is the music playing as I blog this
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but I kept typing it Splot. I think I've watched too much Baccano!

It was a fun interview she gave me and thanks, Lou, for the chance to promo my novella The Darkest Midnight in December

So if you want to learn a little bit more about me, my writing style, my novella or the hottest 50 words I've ever written (and yes this would be NSFW) head here

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