Monday, January 31, 2011

Meme Monday

Crazy weather meme

Hot or cold?
Snow or rain?
Beach or mountains?
Hot chocolate or margarita?

Sexy boy naked at the beach or in front of a roaring fire?

;)

Crazy Weather Sale!

Crazy Weather Sale!

It's a crazy weather sale! And we're offering 15% off your purchases from now through the end of day Wednesday just to be crazy, too! Put 'crazy2011' in the coupon code box any time you check out at Torquere Books before Wednesday at midnight to get 15% off your order.

Sale good now through Wednesday February 2 at Midnight (est).

Beat the weather with a book from Torquere Press today!

Discount codes are provided as a courtesy to our customers. Torquere Press Inc. cannot be responsible for discounting purchases made before coupons/sales are announced, and cannot issue discounts to customers who fail to use the coupon or discount code during the purchase process.

New Releases for January 29

Celadon by KIL Kenny

Ohio is a far cry from the surfer beaches of Australia, and Bryan's got some readjusting to do after years away. When the potter Nilsson crosses his path, small town life starts looking pretty good. But while Bryan is at loose ends and ready for fun, Nilsson is fanatically dedicated to his studio, immersed in a difficult project to perfect a celadon glaze. Nilsson seems content to count the world, and Bryan, well lost for art. Bryan's ready to throw his cell phone out the window, or chain Nilsson to the bed, or maybe both. Will any of it be enough to convince Nilsson of the old adage about all work and no play?

Find out today!



Persimmon: Love Basically by Suzi Jaymz

It's been five years since Cal Grand was dumped and Devon Michaels, in town for a few months and not looking to announce to the world that he finds men attractive, seems like the perfect guy to take a first few tentative steps back into the dating world with. So what happens when Cal, despite his best intentions, falls in love with the man?

Is he destined to have his heart broken yet again? And what do persimmon colored cravats have to do with anything?

Find out today!




First Impressions by Josephine Myles

When ugly socks attract.

Surly artist Jez just can't help staring at the brightly colored socks of the businessman who sits opposite him on the train every day. He weaves a whole history for the mysterious stranger in a vain attempt to stave off his attraction, but it only ends up feeding his bizarre obsession. Then one hot morning, Jez finally snaps and starts sketching...

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Sleep Walk With Me by Alyx Shaw

Wounded and dying in the woods, Mick figures his fate seems sealed after he's been shot by a former friend. However, a mysterious and strikingly handsome stranger comes to his aid, and life for Mick takes a very strange turn. Just when he thinks things can't get worse, something might just turn his world around.

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Thursday, January 27, 2011

And the winner is...

First, I just want to say thanks very much to everyone who commented! It was awesome to see so many responses, and such thought put into answers! :-D

And now, to announce the winner ::drum roll:: Everyone :-)

Like potato chips, you can't have just one winner. At least I can't. So everyone who commented on my blog post (Jason, Nikyta, Luciatea, Tara Lynn, Liz, Susan, and Tracy Rowan) wins a $15 Torquere gift certificate!

Drop me an e-mail to dcjuris at verizon dot net (except Nikyta - who cleverly included an e-mail in the comment) and I'll get your certificates to you.

Congratulations, everyone!!

Technically Speaking

Hi all! ::waves:: DC Juris here, guesting for the day. :-)

So, I was getting my tax receipts together for my tax guru the other day, and I realized I'd made a couple technology purchases this past year, which is odd for me. Usually I just let my electronics wear out and die a death of natural causes (read: being thrown against a wall/out a window). But in 2010, in addition to replacing my decrepit desktop computer, I also bought an iPad and a bunch of accessories for it.

It got me to thinking about how much technology is a part of my everyday life, and how it has changed my writing process. Way back, when I first started seriously writing, I didn't own a computer, or even typewriter. I wrote everything out by hand in notebooks. Then on the weekends, I'd head over to my best friends house and spend hours typing all my work out on her computer. I remember she had that flying toasters screen saver, and I just loved it.

When I entered high school, it became clear that I needed some way to type up papers, so my parents bought me one of those typewriters with the little display window, and it had the ability to save my work. It was a truly awesome experience.

I bough my first computer just after I graduated high school. I got it from my aunt for $300. Admittedly, I over paid. It was a piece of crap -- I constantly had to delete files just to fit a tiny new sound file on it. But it lasted me until around 1999, when finally got a brand new one on a payment plan. I ended up giving that one away to my mom when I moved to NY in 2001.

Now days, I have a desktop Mac, an iPad, and a Blackberry with note taking software. I also have a regular voice recorder for notes, as well as a netbook PC, and a handy little thing called a Dana, which I take with me when I don't want to risk the iPad getting hurt. Writing is literally a second away.

And even with all these, I still have a stack of spiral bound notebooks all scribbled in. O.o

So what about you? Has technology influenced your life, your work, or your play?

Leave a comment below with your answer, and I'll pick one lucky person to win a $15 gift certificate to Torquere Press. (You didn't think I was going to make you listen to me ramble on without a pay off, didya?)

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

New Releases for January 25

Push by Sean Michael

Gordon's a retired Drill Sergeant who's enjoying his life. He has his garden, his friends and access to the subs at the Hammer Club whenever he wants to indulge his Toppy side. When Billy and Marcus insist on introducing him to Frank, he has to admit, he's intrigued.

Frank is a cop turned private investigator who often helps out the men of the Hammer Club. He thinks they're all just a little bit off, but they're good guys for the most part, and he's happy to take their business. When he's introduced to Gordon at a party at the Hammer to welcome Oliver home after the events in Owned, his world is turned on its head.

Very much a loner, and self-contained, Frank must deal with having a partner who cares about him as more than just a good fuck. Frank also doesn't believe he's like all those little subs at the club, so he's not sure that a man like Gordon, a 'Top', is going to want him for more than the occasional make-out session. Can Gordon convince him he's wrong?

Push is the latest in the popular Hammer Club series that includes Found, Snared, Owned, Baked, and Bent.

Push is available in print and ebook formats!


Suffer the Little Children by Tracy Rowan

When Victorian private investigator Nick Romney’s step-father, an Anglican bishop, is murdered, Nick refuses to get involved. At the urging of his family, though, Nick and his lover Davy step in to investigate. Together they uncover the truth of the bishop’s involvement in the dark and horrifying world of child prostitution, the reason why he was killed, and the shocking identity of the murderer.

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SteamPowered, Lesbian Steampunk Stories edited by JoSelle Vanderhooft

The fifteen tantalizing, thrilling, and ingenious tales in Steam-Powered put a new spin on steampunk by putting women where they belong -- in the captain’s chair, the laboratory, and one another’s arms. Here you’ll meet inventors, diamond thieves, lonely pawn brokers, clockwork empresses, brilliant asylum inmates, and privateers in the service of San Francisco’s eccentric empire. Though they hail from across the globe and universes far away, each character is driven to follow her own path to independence and to romance. The women of Steam-Powered push steampunk to its limits and beyond.

“From colonial India to New Orleans in slavery times, from a rogue San Francisco to the Lower East Side of old New York, these stories are thoughtful, wide-ranging, exciting, and often very, very sexy. Anybody who thinks that “steampunk” and “lesbian” are niche interests should read Steam-Powered and get their horizons seriously expanded.”

—Delia Sherman, Mythopoeic Fantasy Award winner and author of Through a Brazen Mirror.

SteamPowered is available in print and ebook formats!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Featured Author: Tracy Rowan

Today we're featuring Tracy Rowan, author of the newly released Suffer the Little Children

Tell us about Suffer the Little Children. What inspired you to write it? How long did it take?

The initial inspiration was Sherlock Holmes and I jumped right to the idea of a gay Victorian detective and let the characters define the story, which they were quite happy to do. Davy, in particular, had a strong voice right from the start which both surprised and pleased me since he began life as something of a pretty, spoiled, rich boy. I don't recall exactly what my time frame was, but I'm going to say that from my first thoughts on the subject to publication was about a year. And during that year, Nick had about six different names. It was hard to get a handle on him at first.

Tell us one thing about yourself that your readers would be surprised to know.

Wow... I don't know. that I'm nearly sixty? That I used to write porn for a living? That I'm an artist/illustrator, too? I'm not sure what would surprise anyone about me, but then I'm sort of used to my friends just rolling their eyes when I tell them things. They're never really surprised by anything I do or say, which either means I'm really quite dull, or I'm massively eccentric but fortunate in my friends.

You write in various lengths, from short to long. Are there differences in writing one length over another?

Absolutely. Short stories can still be seat-of-my-pants projects where I'll start with a quickly sketched idea and work it up into a nearly finished product in a day or two. They're sprints and I'm, by nature, a sprinter. Novels are marathons. They require a lot of focus, a lot of note-making and pages of these mad diagrams with arrows, and cuss-words in bright red ink. They need to be outlined and talked through, and I always discuss them with one or more of my very closest friends. Frex, Sufferwas hashed out with Dawn over a lot of months, and I don't know that I can ever adequately thank her for being so focused and patient. Jim also helped a bit with the plot, but in the end most of what he contributed ended up being pulled out of Suffer and turned into a different novel since it brought the whole narrative grinding to a halt, but was too good to lose. Once finished, the whole thing went to Karen because I trust her totally; I know she'd tell me if what I'd written was crap. Then it had to be completely rewritten before I could even consider submitting it anywhere.

I have to tell you, some of the plot points in Suffer just kicked my butt for weeks on end. I'd talk them out and if my friends were looking at me as if I had lobsters growing out of my ears, I'd know that the whole idea was way too Byzantine and had to be simplified. Novels are a lot of hard work for me. Short stories? Mostly just good fun.

What's the best thing about writing? How about the worst thing?

Best things: I can do it in my jammies. I can stop when I feel like it and nobody can yell at me for it. I can get up at three in the morning and do it if I need to. I get to legitimize my fantasies. What's not to like about all that?
Worst things: WAY too sedentary an occupation; my butt is huge! You tend to blurt out odd things at inappropriate moments because you just realized that the butler did do it and you're as surprised as everyone else. Actually, there aren't very many down-sides to writing except the money.
The neutral thing -- not really bad, not really good -- is that I have this cocktail party going on in my head 24/7 and much of the time it's just noise. But sometimes one of the guests will grab my arm and say "I need to tell you about this thing that happened to me." and then we're off, and it's all good.

Character or plot, which comes first?

Character, always. I have always written character-driven fiction. In the past that has often been at the expense of good plotting, but I'm learning how not to let that happen. That's another reason why I rely so much on my friends for the longer pieces. But characters inform all the action in a book. Once you know your characters, you can put them into any circumstance and they'll act accordingly, giving you your story.

What is your favorite way to spend a rainy day?

Reading or watching a really great film, and drinking tea. I'd love to have a cat on my lap but my boy, Caddy, passed a year ago, and I haven't had it in me to get a new cat. He was my heart.

What's the best writing advice you ever received/found?

Know your characters. Know them inside and out. Know what newspapers they read and the kind of toothpaste they use. Know the names of their parents and their children. That said, I would add that knowing them to this degree doesn't preclude surprises. As I indicated, Davy took shape in surprising ways in spite of the background I'd created for him. So I suppose I'd add: Always be
prepared to be flexible because they will never hesitate to let you know when you're trying to make them do things they'd never do.

What are you working on now?

I finished a sequel to Suffer during NaNoWriMo, but I'm not sure what's going on with it yet. It needs to rest for a while. I'm working on a contemporary retelling of "The Taming of the Shrew." Also, I have the previous year's NaNoWriMo novel "Five Things That Never Happened to Ebeneezer Scrooge" very close to being finished. And I always have a couple of short stories I can fall back on. I'm also always working on the massive universe that is home to a lot of my characters and plots. It has a very complex mythology that I'm not really happy with yet, so whenever I get a chance I do some related reading, or make more notes. I keep busy!

Bio: Tracy Rowan has done office work, sold books, made and sold all manner of crafts, taught beading, edited tech manuals, been an artist and illustrator, and a street photographer, and for fifteen years she was a caregiver. But the thing she's found most difficult and therefore most fulfilling is writing. She lives in a craftsman-style two flat on Chicago's northwest side where she and her housemate spend a lot of time planning the garden, hanging with their friends and laughing a lot. She keeps a website, a blog, and hangs around on Facebook as Emjay Walters. She doesn't usually bite, so come 'round and say hey.

Push out tomorrow!

My latest Hammer novel is out tomorrow.



Frank is a cop turned private investigator who often helps out the men of the Hammer Club. He thinks they're all just a little bit off, but they're good guys for the most part, and he's happy to take their business. When he's introduced to Gordon, a retired Drill Sergeant, at a party at the Hammer Club to welcome Oliver home, his world is turned on its head. Very much a loner, and self-contained, Frank must deal with having a partner who cares about him as more than just a good fuck. He also doesn't believe he's like all those little subs at the club, so he's not sure that a man like Gordon, a 'Top', is going to want him for more than the occasional make-out session. Can Gordon convince him he's wrong?

You'll be able to buy it here tomorrow.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Coming This Week

Wednesday:
Suffer the Little Children by Tracy Rowan (Top Shelf)
Push, A Hammer Novel by Sean Michael (Top Shelf)

Saturday:
Persimmon: Love, Basically by Suzi Jaymz (Color Box)
Celadon by KIL Kenny (Color Box)
Sleep Walk With Me by Alyx Shaw (Sip)
First Impressions by Josephine Myles (Sip)

Saturday, January 22, 2011

New Releases for January 22

Change in Attitude by Kiernan Kelly

Dae, the veterinarian shapeshifter from "Change of Heart," and his mate/assistant, Sean, have settled nicely into their new life in South Florida at the Hunter Moon Veterinary Clinic. That is, until Dae gets a letter from his estranged brother, who implores him to return to the Wyoming Pack of his birth and help save them from a sociopathic alpha.

Things haven't been going well for the Pack of Dae's birth. His parents and one of his brothers are dead, his sister has been attacked, and worst of all, the Pack alpha, Alastair, seems intent on destroying the rest of Dae's family one member at a time.

Forced to confront his past, Dae finds that sometimes the most painful, powerful changes have nothing to do with the skin we're in, and everything to do with the heart.

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A Game of Chance by Kate Roman

When the young Duke of Avon takes a back exit at a masquerade ball, expecting to find like-minded players to share a high-stakes game of cards or dice, nothing can prepare him for what he finds. But in the arms of mysterious Lord Donahue, Sebastian finds this new game is more pleasurable than anything he anticipated…

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Get Your Motor Runnin' by Rob Rosen

When business trips between San Francisco and LA become too tedious to deal with, Jake decides to spice things up by driving in the buff. He even picks up a hitchhiker, Les, and insists that the man take his clothes off, too. Distracted by his driving companion, Jake stops paying attention to his driving and winds up getting pulled over. Is there anything two naked guys in a car can do to convince the officer not to give them a ticket?

Find out today!

Friday, January 21, 2011

Winter Wonderland Sale!

It's a winter wonderland out there! So we're offering 15% off your purchases from now through the end of day Sunday to celebrate the white stuff! Just put 'wonder2011' in the coupon code box any time you check out at Torquere Books before Sunday at midnight to get 15% off your order.

Sale good now through Sunday January 23 at Midnight (est).

Celebrate winter with a book from Torquere Press today!


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Thursday, January 20, 2011

Rose and the Refrigerator


Rose's Renaissance is out now at Torquere, my latest two men/one woman menage. (includes MM, MMF and MFM sex).

Blurb: “Rose’s Renaissance”

Rose is at the swimming pool, unhappily completing physiotherapy after breaking her leg, when she meets up with a very attractive man she saw at rehab, Oliver. Unfortunately Oliver is in a gay partnership with Kieran, an equally attractive man. Oliver and Kieran take a liking to Rose, do their swimming pool exercises together, and then go out for dinner. Dinner leads them back to Oliver and Kieran’s house where the evening ends very satisfactorily for all of them, in bed.
But Rose’s leg is not healing properly and extra measures—measures she sincerely dislikes—have to be taken. And what will happen about her growing romance with the two men?


And here is what happens before the story begins: how Rose broke her leg. The story of Rose and the Refrigerator.

Rose eyed her huge, old, white refrigerator. She rested her mop in the bucket of sudsy water and pushed her glasses up her nose.
“Well, I guess the only way to clean the floor is to move you out a bit, you big lug!”
Rose, braced both her arms against the refrigerator and pushed. It moved about an inch.
“Being stubborn are you?”
She leaned her hip against its solid white side as well as her arms and shoved again. This time it slid a foot or so out from the wall.
“Awesome,” she puffed, collecting her mop and sliding in behind it. But she couldn’t get enough room to clean the floor properly, so squeezed her way out again.
“You may be big and tough, but you won’t defeat me,” she said to the refrigerator wagging her finger at it sternly. “You may as well give up and move so I can wash the floor.”
Rose leaned against the cold enamel and shoved with all the strength in her arms and hips. The refrigerator teetered and fell pushing her body and knocking her to the floor.
Rose landed on the tiles with a crash, the refrigerator coming to rest across her left leg with the force of a ton of bricks.
“Holy shit!”
Rose tried to sit up, but the pain in her leg made her head swim and for a moment she thought her breakfast was about to reappear.
Taking a big breath, she told herself, “Come on, it’s only a piece of equipment, get up!”
Gritting her teeth she managed to sort-of sit up, leaning on an elbow, but the pain was intense and the refrigerator wasn’t moving off her leg.
“Come on woman, use your brains!” she urged herself.
Rose wiggled her upper body sideways until she could reach her mop, then pushed the head of it under the piece of solid steel and heaved. Nothing happened.
“You’re an accountant. You know math. The mop is a lever. ‘If I had a long enough lever I could move the world.’* Who said that? Someone famous.”
Rose’s head was getting fuzzy from the pain but she managed to move a little farther from the refrigerator, making the mop a longer lever, and finally she was able to pull her leg out from under it.
Her purse was sitting on the kitchen bench, her cell phone inside it. It was only half a dozen feet away but it seemed like a million miles. Half crawling, half dragging her leg, Rose reached the counter and her phone, then punched 9-1-1 for the paramedics.
Then she relaxed, lying on the floor, waiting for the sirens and help.

* Archimedes


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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

New Releases for January 19

The Age of Aquarius by Sofia Antonia Milone

Young and often political English artist Charlotte Hope clashes with renowned New York Times art critic Rachel Stein, whose praise is hard to earn. Set in the late sixties in New York City during the infamous Summer of Love, and with a backdrop of national and international conflict, tension builds between two women, who find themselves working together toward a common goal. Charlotte learns she doesn’t have to like everyone she sleeps with, while Rachel discovers quite the reverse. Eventually they learn that tragedy can bring people to their senses, and bring them together.

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Rose's Renaissance by Berengaria Brown

Rose is at the swimming pool, unhappily completing physical therapy after breaking her leg, when she meets up with Oliver, a very attractive man she saw at rehab. However, Oliver is in a gay partnership with Kieran, who's another hottie. Oliver and Kieran take a liking to Rose, keeping her company in the pool and inviting her to dinner. The evening leads them back to Oliver and Kieran’s house and ends very satisfactorily for all of them.

But Rose’s leg is not healing properly, and extra measures—measures she sincerely dislikes—have to be taken. As Oliver heals and moves on from rehab, what will happen to her romance with the two men?

Find out today!



The Puppet Master by Kate Cotoner

Istanbul, 1622. Considered hotbeds of sedition, the city's coffee houses are in constant danger of being shut down by imperial command. Haluk, who runs a cafe in an old caravanserai, is more concerned with brewing the perfect cup of coffee than inciting rebellion. While storms in coffee cups rage around him, Haluk tends his clientele and waits for the right moment to tell his friend and lodger Aydin how he really feels about him.

Aydin has been entertaining the people of the Old City for three years, but still he doesn't fit in. He hides his courtly manners and graceful charms behind the boisterous satire of the shadow puppet plays that have made him popular. A former imperial page, Aydin escaped from the palace after his jealous rivals planted the forbidden spice sumac in his clothes. Now he fears his past is catching up with him, bringing danger to Haluk, the man he loves...

Get your copy today!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Top Ten Things Writers Do When Their Computer Crashes

and loses the flash fic they were doing for the reader who asked last Friday...

10) Cry
9) Cry some more
8) Scream, "Nooooooooooooooo"
7) Search their hard drive and recent docs frantically
6) reboot and search again
5) cry some more
4) kick something
3) have a stiff drink and or some ice cream
2) take a deep breath and pull up their socks
1) open a new Doc

Yup. I'm working on it ;)

Monday, January 17, 2011

Meme Monday

If you woke up in the morning and there was a zombie apocalypse going on, what weapon would you grab?

Coming This Week

Coming on Wednesday:

Sumac by Kate Cotoner (Spice it Up)
The Age of Aquarius by Sofia Antonia Milone (Sapphic Signs)
Rose's Renaissance by Berengaria Brown (Single Shot)

Coming on Saturday:

A Change of Attitude by Kiernan Kelly (High Ball)
Get Your Motor Running by Rob Rosen (Sip)
A Game of Chance by Kate Roman (Sip)

Saturday, January 15, 2011

New Releases for January 15

A Wish Too Far by JL Merrow

Male succubus Rael and his lawman lover Lars from A Blast from the Past are back!

There's a new drug on the streets called Wishes, little pink pills that bring you your heart's desire – but in a way that'll rival your worst nightmares. Lars Thornsson and Chelle Rochelle of the Paranormal Enforcement Agency aren't pleased to be ordered to work on the case with two of their most hated colleagues.

Arriving home one night to find Rael's been summoning another demon, a jealous Lars is even less happy. But Rael thinks he knows who's supplying the drugs, and he's determined to get to his old friend Shax before the law can.

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Ghosts in the Machine by Ariel Graham

Evan's just wasting time on the internet when he finds the photo essay on abandoned buildings in Detroit, but his curiosity is aroused when a photo of a once-luxurious hotel room captures the image of a handsome young blond man, an image that changes every time Evan looks. As the man in the photo becomes increasingly panicked at something offscreen, something Evan can't see, Evan's need to play white knight and fly to the rescue from his northern Nevada home grows.

Evan knows he might be chasing a ghost, and being a hero isn't always easy. Sometimes it's hard to tell who's doing the rescuing without a scorecard. Evan finds Jonathan, the man in the picture, but while Jonathan isn't a ghost, he is trapped in time inside the hotel and the hotel itself is full of ghosts. If Evan's going to have a chance at a life with Jonathan, he has to get both of them out of the hotel while protecting and sometimes relying on a man he's just met and may not be able to trust. No one ever said the path to true love is easy.

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Health and Welfare by CB Potts

No one’s heard from Carson Rogers for a week, and the State Troopers are sent on a welfare check to find out why. When an officer investigates, he finds Carson, with a gorgeous lover. The two young lovers have their own reasons for wanting to stay under the radar – but are those reasons good enough for the law?

Find out today!



Prey Time by Sue Brown

Two men are checking Jeff out before he even enters the club. They're a real pretty picture, Blue Eyes with his back pressed against Green Eyes' chest as they watch him get a drink. He waits to see what they do. If they want him, he'll play, but first they have to ask nicely. Jeff is the top, the one in control. Except Jeff soon finds out he isn't. The little man with the snapping blue eyes is definitely the puppet master here.

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Where He Belongs by DC Juris

Vance and Raine had the perfect little life, until their shared sassy sub, Andrew, threw a hissy fit and left them. But the big, wide world turned out to be far too lonely, and Andrew is back, wanting to come home. Vance is willing -- he knows he'll always do anything he must to keep Andrew -- but Raine isn't. Raine's heart still hasn't mended, and he's going to need some convincing before he lets Andrew back in. Fortunately for Andrew, Vance has a plan.

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If Only in Cranbury Park by Charlotte Dare

Courtney and Joanna have been on the rocks for awhile, thanks to Courtney's club-going lifestyle and Joanna's need to settle down. When Joanna finally decides to move on, though, it's devastating to both of them, leaving the ladies at a loss as to how to live without each other.

While they try to go it solo, both Courtney and Joanna realize they each had their part to play in their break-up, and that they might just have to learn how to be alone so they can be together. Will their love be enough to overcome their differences, or will they have to learn to let go?

Find out today!

Friday, January 14, 2011

The Earl’s story

Here is some backstory to "Lady Caroline's Reward", my erotic, Regency-set lesbian novel. The Earl's story never quite made it into the book!


Young Lady Caroline Eversley watched her father, the Earl of Blackshire. It worried her how forgetful he was becoming. Why, some days he seemed to have to think before he used her name, and on a few occasions it was almost as if he were talking to her mother, who had been dead these many years, rather than to her, their teenaged daughter.
More recently he had gotten lost on his own estate, turning his horse north instead of west, and likely to end up in the next county instead of at his home. His groom had been ordered to follow him in future, even if he declined the man’s services. But more worrying still was the earl’s propensity for wandering around the house when everyone else was asleep. Caroline was terrified he’d fall down the stairs and injure himself, or else wander outside and become lost.
But what to do? The earl was not so very old, only in his prime, and a big, strong man used to running an estate with more than one hundred souls in his care. And he was her beloved Papa, who had treasured her even though she was not the son he’d longed for.
Caroline watched as her father picked up a book, then put it down again, sat in a chair then stood up again, paced to the window then back to his game board where he fiddled with the chess pieces, before rising and pacing some more.
He needs companionship, she thought. Men of gentle birth who can talk to him intelligently on a broad range of subjects. Men who can play cards and chess endlessly without growing bored. Men who will care for him as a nursemaid would, but without treating him as a child or taking away his dignity.
But how do I go about finding such men? Men who can pass for gentility, yet who need to work for a modest living?
As Caroline watched him, her father stood yet again and moved over to the large looking glass in the corner of the room. He spent some time rearranging his cravat before turning to pace to the window again.
I wonder, thought Caroline. If the estate carpenter could attach a large looking glass to the door of his room would that discourage him from leaving the room? Would he look at himself, check his appearance, and be deterred from wandering? I do believe I shall speak to John Carpenter immediately and see if such a thing is possible. That would solve one of my worries at least!
© Berengaria Brown 2010

Offering up a free read!

I have a free read on my website entitled In Love and War. It's m/m/m erotica and very adult, so if that's your cup of tea, by all means, indulge!

The story takes place directly before the Greek-Roman battle of Heraclea in 280 BC and focuses on certain evening-before-the-battle 'male bonding.' ;) The main characters are Macedonian and part of the allied army of Macedonia who advance with King Pyrrhus of Epirus.

Baby It's Cold Outside Sale!

Brrr, it's cold outside! So we're offering 15% off your purchases from now through the end of day Monday to warm you up! Just put 'baby2011' in the coupon code box any time you check out at Torquere Books before Monday at midnight to get 15% off your order.

Sale good now through Monday January 17 at Midnight (est).

Warm yourself up with a book from Torquere Press today!

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Free fiction Friday!

I love free fic. I so do. I don't have any free reads up at my site right now, mainly because I'm lazy, but I'd love to do some kind of snippet today. Give me some words as prompts and I'll see what I can do

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Shapeshifters: They're What's for Breakfast.

Or maybe not. After all, being wild, they'd probably taste pretty gamey, you'd get hair stuck between your teeth, and being half-human, there'd be that whole cannibalism thing to worry about.

Shapeshifters do, however, make for hot reads on a cold winter days, particularly m/m shapeshifters, and I just so happen to have such a read coming up for release on January 22nd. To that end, I have two snippets for you today – one from the first story, and one from the upcoming release.

The new story is called "Change in Attitude," and it's a sequel to "Change of Heart," a story I wrote a couple of years ago featuring a veterinarian werewolf named Dae, and his partner/assistant, Sean. "Change in Attitude" picks up where "Change of Heart" left off, although you don't have to have read the first one to read the second.

In the first story, Dae is out running in his wolf-form when he's struck by a truck and sent to his own animal hospital. Once there, Sean, his assistant, finds out Dae's secret, and one thing leads to another...

Well, you get the idea.

Here's a NWS snip from "Change of Heart."

For the first time, Sean allowed himself the luxury of really looking at Dae’s body. He’d always thought that Dae was attractive; more so than he suspected Dae gave himself credit for being. Dae’s sandy hair was tousled and silky soft. His eyes were that fickle hazel color, somewhere between green and brown, but always flecked with gold near the pupil. Dae’s jaw was strong and square, and scruffy with day-old beard. Those features cast with sadness, Sean thought Dae appeared almost waiflike, despite the rugged appearance, and felt his heart melt at the sight.

Broad, powerful shoulders and a chest that was nearly completely hairless narrowed to a firm, if not sculpted stomach, and slender hips. Sean was surprised to find that Dae actually had very little body hair, considering that the man was a werewolf. Sean would have thought that Dae would have been a bear, furry from his chin to his ankles. Instead, Dae’s skin was as smooth as satin, except for a light dusting of dark brown hair over his long, firmly muscled legs, and a thick thatch of curls at his groin.

It was there that Sean’s eyes lingered. Dae’s penis was uncut and heavy. Reaching out, Sean gently picked it up in his fingers, feeling its weight in his palm and smiling at the way it responded immediately to his touch.

With slow strokes, Sean began to rub his fingers along Dae’s length, gently pulling at the foreskin, his own cock stiffening in return. Bending down, he pushed back Dae’s foreskin and ran his tongue in small circles over the head of Dae’s awakening erection. Sean cupped the shapeshifter’s sac with his free hand as he drew his lips down over Dae’s length. With little effort, Sean lost himself in the feel and taste of the man he had waited four years to love. He felt Dae’s eyes on him, watching him devour that cock, felt Dae’s stomach muscles clench with pleasure. The soft moans he drew from Dae served to spur Sean on, as did the fingers that threaded through his hair and the hips that bucked up toward his mouth.

*

Dae had closed his eyes as Sean had reached for him, afraid that anything he might say would make this beautiful young man change his mind or distract Sean from the task he’d taken upon himself. Sean’s mouth was hot, wet, and infinitely talented, and Dae was soon moaning as ripples of pleasure warmed his belly.

He found himself placing his hands on Sean’s head, thrusting upwards into Sean’s hot, wet mouth, as his new lover devoured his cock eagerly.

Feeling a steady pressure building, Dae’s eyes flashed open and met Sean’s. Pulling away from the heat of Sean’s mouth and velvet tongue, Dae urged Sean up onto the bed, running his hands over Sean’s body as Sean’s legs straddled Dae’s hips.

Dae grabbed hold of Sean’s shoulders and pulled the smaller man down on top of his chest, crushing his lips against Sean’s and slipping his tongue into Sean’s mouth. His body painfully reminded Dae that he had been injured, but he ignored it. Hungrily, almost savagely, he took control of their lovemaking, the alpha wolf side of his personality bursting through his usually gentle façade as his emotions, rubbed ragged from the night’s events, took control of him.

Rolling them over, Dae’s lips left Sean’s and brushed along Sean’s jaw, sucking fiercely at the tender skin at his throat, marking him. For a moment Dae sat back, eyeing the purplish mark that flowered on Sean’s skin, feeling the heat in his own groin flare like a supernova. Growling, Dae flipped Sean over onto his belly, pulling at his hips until Sean was on his knees. Kneeling behind him, Dae pried apart Sean’s hairy cheeks with eager fingers, exposing his crack and puckered, russet opening.

Breathing deeply, Dae filled his lungs with Sean’s scent, committing it to memory. Musky and intoxicating, Dae would be able to track Sean anywhere by his unique personal odor. Lowering hishead, his tongue lapped at Sean’s asshole until Sean began to writhe and moan. Dae’s lips sucked hungrily at the wrinkled flesh for a few moments, before Dae thrust his tongue past the ring of muscle and deeply into Sean’s channel, tongue fucking until Sean began to beg for more.

Dae was in full rut. Snarling, he spat into the palm of his hand and slicked his erection, rearing behind Sean. Howling his pleasure, he sank his cock deeply into Sean’s ass, fully up to the root.

*

Sean buried his face in a pillow, biting the fabric to keep from yelping at the invasion of Dae’s thick length, feeling as though he was being split in two. It took several minutes before he was able to force himself to relax and accept Dae’s substantial penis as it thrust deeply into his asshole. Eventually, as Dae’s cock hit Sean’s prostate, he began to enjoy himself, backing up to meet Dae’s mighty thrusts Dae would bury himself in to the hilt, his balls banging against Sean’s ass, then withdraw, only to push forward again in a punishing rhythm as Dae’s fingers gripped Sean’s hips tightly, holding him firm.

This was a side of Dae Sean had never seen, this primal, savage creature who was fucking Sean with a possessiveness that Sean found overwhelmingly erotic. This was elemental sex, primordial in its stark, almost brutal energy, and while Sean had never felt anything like it before, he also knew that he’d never want anything but it from that moment on. Stroking himself, Sean threw his head back and rose up on his knees, crying out with the intensity of his climax as he came hard over his fist.

*

Dae heard the ecstasy in Sean’s voice and felt his shudders and the orgasmic contractions of his body as Sean climaxed, and the combination pushed Dae over the edge himself. He came, growling through gritted teeth, every muscle in his body straining with the power of his orgasm.

Breathing heavily, Dae fell to the side of his lover, his heart pounding in his chest. He threw an arm over Sean’s chest and a leg over both of Sean’s, possessively holding Sean in place next to his body."Mine," he whispered, feeling completely sated even as his fatigue crept back, making his limbs feel like lead. He bared his teeth and bit lightly at Sean’s shoulder. "Mine."

Sean looked over at Dae, "Yours," he agreed, "for as long as you want me, Dae."

***

In "Change in Attitude," Dae receives a summons to return to Wyoming and the Pack that threw him out years ago. Trouble is afoot (all four feet, actually) in the form of an aggressive, sociopathic Alpha, who's slowly destroying Dae's family one by one. Dae needs to find a way to overcome some harsh feelings and stop the slaughter, and Sean, fully human, seems to be a distraction that may get them both killed.

Here's a work-safe, sneak peek at "Change in Attitude."

Sean’s eyes were glistening, and Dae could tell he was holding on by a thread. Sean always did wear his heart on his sleeve, his emotions and thoughts as readable as a billboard on the side of the highway.

Damn it! Dae hated to see Sean upset, hated more the fact that it was his fault. Dae would rather gnaw his own arm off than intentionally hurt Sean.

He held out his arms and was relieved when Sean moved into them. Dae’s stomach clenched with guilt at the tension he felt in Sean’s muscles, at the way he stood there stiffly, not returning Dae’s embrace. “Oh, man… I’ve been a Class A shit lately, haven’t I? I’m so sorry, Sean. I should have told you about the letter as soon as I got it, but it really threw me for a loop, you know?” Dae pulled Sean flush with his body, trying to ease Sean’s hurt with physical contact, willing him to feel Dae’s contrition. “Listen to me, hon. I am not going to leave you. I am happy with you...deliriously happy, and that’s the God’s honest truth.”

After a few moments wrapped tightly in Dae’s arms, his face buried in the crook of Dae’s neck, Sean seemed to relax. His body melted against Dae’s, his arms encircling Dae’s waist. “Yeah, you’ve been a bitch, and yes, you should have told me,” Sean said, his voice muffled against Dae’s skin. “And yes, I know you love me. I just hate it when you close yourself off from me, Dae. You don’t have to be the big, bad wolf all the time. I’m a big boy, and I can help shoulder the burden, okay? Now, what exactly did your brother say, anyway? I didn't read the letter, and can’t imagine what he’d tell you that would make you want to go back.”

“Someone knows about the Pack, Sean. There have been attacks on the compound. Jaeger said that it started with a few ugly, anonymous letters, and some signs tacked up on lampposts in town. They were stupid, ignorant rants about ‘that hippie commune,’ -- which is what the humans think we are -- accusing us of practicing black magic. The Pack elders told everyone to ignore them. They hoped that even if the authors tried to expose them, no one would believe it and the attackers would lose interest and stop. It didn't end, though. It escalated. There were attacks on the livestock; somebody butchered several dozen head of sheep and left the remains for the Pack to find. But then…"

“But then, what?”

“They didn’t stop at the sheep. The bastards attacked a person next. It happened on Pack territory, but outside of the main compound. She was out on the range, inspecting the fences on the western border of the ranch when three men jumped her. They…well, suffice it to say that it was all the elders could do to keep the younger males from shifting and ripping every human in town apart in revenge.”

“Oh, man… Did you know her, Dae?”

“Yeah, I did. I do. She’s my sister, Sean. My baby sister, Cherise.”

“Oh, shit, Dae. I’m so sorry,” Sean gasped. His pretty blue eyes were round with horror.

That’s why I have to go, Sean. Cherise never did a damn thing to hurt me. Jesus, she was only four the last time I saw her. She was such a sweet little kid,” Dae said, his voice cracking. He cleared his throat, taking a moment to get a tighter grip on his emotions before speaking again. “Jaeger said she hasn’t spoken since the attack, not a word, not a single sound. She won’t shift, won’t eat… “

“I’m going with you,” Sean whispered, his breath warm against Dae’s throat. Dae tightened his arms around Sean, burying his nose in Sean’s soft hair, taking comfort in Sean's familiar scent.

“I appreciate the offer, but that’s not a good idea, hon.”

“I wasn’t asking permission, Dae.” Sean’s eyes were wet, but sparked with determination as they turned up to meet Dae’s. “I belong at your side, especially at a time like this. Didn’t I just tell you I didn’t need to be protected, that I’m strong enough to help you? Are you embarrassed of me? Is that it? Are you ashamed for your family to meet your human mate, Dae?”

“No!” Dae pulled away from Sean, holding him firmly by his shoulders. He stared into Sean’s eyes, flinching at the pain he’d inadvertently put there yet again. “Listen to me, Sean. If anyone has a right to be embarrassed, it’s you. I’m the freak in this relationship, not you. Remember? Me? The overgrown, living Chia Pet?”

Dae felt a wave of relief wash through him at Sean’s slight smile. That smile told Dae that he’d been forgiven, or at least, was well on his way.

“You’re not a freak. You’re just…different,” Sean said. His hand cupped Dae’s cheek, thumb stroking gently over Dae’s lips. “I happen to like different.”

***

You can find "Change of Heart" here!

"Change in Attitude releases at Torquere Press on January 22nd!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Desert Run by Marshall Thornton

Palm Springs, 1973. Don Harris is a piano player on the run after killing a Chicago mobster's son in a bar fight. On the lam, he meets a pretty blonde girl in town for a convention. He lets down his guard and spends the night with her only to discover she’s the younger sister of his best friend all grown-up. Foolishly, she tips her brother off to Don’s location, and he’s on the run again, hoping to find a safe place to land.

Out of money and desperate, Don accidentally walks into a gay bar where he allows a kid named Harlan to pick him up so he'll have a place to stay. As the mob chases them, Don begins to fall for the kid, putting them both in harm's way. Harlan has problems of his own, and Don knows he shouldn't get involved but he can't help but step in when Harlan gets in trouble. To save himself, Don's got to save Harlan.

Desert Run is available in print and ebook formats!




Pour Some Sugar On It edited by M. Rode With stories by Lee Benoit, Heidi Champa, Misa Izanaki, Kiernan Kelly, Sean Michael, Emily Moreton, G.R. Richards, Rob Rosen, Julia Talbot, Gabriel West and Cari Z.

What's our recipe for something sweet? Just take a group of Torquere authors, add hot men, throw on the sugar, and shake. Pour Some Sugar On It does just that, bringing you sweet tales of lust and love, all with a dash of sugar. From werewolves with sweet tooths to candymakers and their confectionary assistants, we've got chocolate lovers and honey abusers, berry farmers and ice cream aficionados, and they've all got one thing in common -- they're hot and they're sweet.

We've brought together all the best ingredients for one sweet anthology: a cup of high fantasy from Gabriel West and pound of urban fantasy from Misa Izanaki and G.R. Richards. We have a touch of paranormal from Julia Talbot, a dash of BDSM from Sean Michael. Throw in the freshest contemporaries from Lee Benoit, Heidi Champa, Cari Z, Rob Rosen, Emily Moreton, and Kiernan Kelly and we have the hottest, sweetest recipe going. So take a dive into these sticky, gooey, and yes, sweet stories. You won't even need to brush your teeth when you're done.

Stories include:
Sweet Tooth by Julia Talbot
Going to Eleven by Lee Benoit
One Foxy Man by Misa Izanaki
A Prince Among Princes by G.R. Richards
Drink Deep From the Cup of Victory by Gabriel West
Best Birthday Ever by Heidi Champa
Favorite Dish by Cari Z
The Candyman Can by Rob Rosen
Banana Ice Cream by Emily Moreton
Chocolate Dreams by Kiernan Kelly
Brownies: A Hammer Story by Sean Michael

Pick up your copy today!

Featured Authors -- Pour Some Sugar On It Authors

We asked the authors from the recently released Pour Some Sugar On It Anthology the following three questions:
1) What's your favorite sweet?
2) What inspired you to submit to the Pour Some Sugar On It anthology?
3) What do you do with sticky fingers?

Here are their answers:

Lee Benoit:
1) My Argentine stepdad used to make his own dulce de leche by piercing cans of sweetened condensed milk and setting them in a pan of boiling water. Ever since, I've been convinced this is the most versatile sweet around. You can dunk stuff in it (like apples and...other things), you can spread it on stuff (like toast and ...other things) and you can use it as an ingredient in a bazillion recipes. But I love licking it right off a spoon.
2) I've written a lot of gritty stories, and several where a sweet romance was shadowed within a darker storyline or world. I thought it would be fun to write a sweet story in a non-threatening setting, let the romance shine through, and get readers to smile.
3) You mean after you lick them clean?

Heidi Champa:
1) My favorite sweet is whipped cream. It's delicious on everything and has so many possibilities.
2) I was inspired to submit to 'Pour Some Sugar on It' because it sounded like a fun and sexy. The theme lends itself to so many wonderful ideas, I just thought it was too good a call to pass up.
3) What do I do with sticky fingers? Lick them, of course.

Misa Izanaki
1) It's a toss up between creme brulee and dark chocolate.
2) I've always wanted to write something sweet for Aoi and Itsuki and this seemed like the perfect anthology for something like that.
3) I usually lick them or wipe them on my jeans depending what my fingers are sticky with...

Kiernan Kelly
1) Chocolate, in particular, dark chocolate. My best case scenario would include a chocolate truffle dipped in chocolate, rolled in chocolate chips, drizzled with chocolate, and served on an edible chocolate plate.
2) See answer number one. Seriously, I like watching shows about chocolatiers, and I've dabbled in making chocolate, so it was only natural for this anthology to spark my imagination.
3) Lick 'em, which becomes a problem only when they aren't my fingers.

Sean Michael:
1) Cherry Sours
2) Jim and Tanny jumped at the chance to get all covered in chocolate and dumped in front of their masters
3) That would depend entirely on who the sticky fingers belong to ;)

Emily Moreton
1) The sweet shop in the city centre where I live calls them rhubarb and custards, but they don't taste a thing like rhubarb or custard, they're just sort of fruit and sweet, green, yellow, and pink. Mysterious but yum
2) I'd just finished writing Have Hope, which has a bit of a bittersweet ending, and I wanted to write something happier. I was pondering what I could write and thought of Mal and Owen from Roll With It, who could definitely use some sweet, happy downtime. Don't ask where the banana ice cream came from though!
3) They're usually sticky with chocolate (yum!) so I have to admit, I come over like a little kid and lick them

G.R. Richards

1) Depends on the time of day. It's breakfast time at the moment, so I'll go with Toaster Strudels and Reese Puffs. Breakfast of champions!
2) I wanted to write a satirical story about a pair of princes. I thought it might be comical to watch chivalry butt up against chivalry, and the result was quite amusing. The whole "After you," "No, after you. I do insist" sort of thing makes me chuckle. Of course, this story is also infused with the sweetness of longing, which adds a further dimension to the comedy.
3) Chase family pets, of course! You know...the way toddlers do? Here kitty kitty kitty...let me touch your fur!

Rob Rosen
1) My favorite sweet is Häagen-Dazs Chocolate Chocolate-Chip Ice Cream, but I opt instead for Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie Frozen Yogurt so that I remain my hubby's favorite sweet.
2) How can you not want to write about about sex and candy? They go together like cookies and cream. If cream is, uh, well, you know what cream means.
3) You spread the sticky around and around. And around some more!

Julia Talbot:
1) I love chocolate, but if I coulkd only eat one sweet for the rest of my life it would be carrot cake
2) I just love the idea of pretty boys smearing bon bons on one another
3) I wash them. I admit it, I don't like it personally when things get sugary...

Gabriel West:
1) I like a lot of home made fruity things, like apple crumble bars, fruit pizza, and jelly-filled tarts. But, when I get the craving for chocolate, I hunt for white and dark chocolate.
2) The name of it amused my muse so much that I just could not let it go. The possibilities were just so delicious.
3) Lick them clean ^_-

Visit the Pour Some Sugar On It authors' webpages:
Lee Benoit
Heidi Champa
Misa Izanaki
Kiernan Kelly
Sean Michael
Emily Moreton
G.R. Richards
Rob Rosen
Julia Talbot
Gabriel West
Cari Z

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

New Jim and Marcus story

I have a Jim and Marcus story coming out tomorrow an anthology called Pour Some Sugar On It. Here's a little sample of it.

Brownies: A Hammer Story
By Sean Michael

"Let's make brownies," Tanny had said. "How hard can it be? We're not stupid. We can follow instructions."

That had been six hours ago.

Six hours.

A pot of coffee -- half decaf, of course.

Three trips to the grocery story.

A food fight involving throwing melted marshmallows at each other.

And no fewer than four exploding bags -- one flour, one sugar, two mint chocolate chips (those bags were a bitch).

Tanny looked over, wearing only sweatpants, a streak of chocolate crossing his torso. Jim thought his best friend looked stoned, and that made him cackle. High. They were on a sugar high.

"Don't laugh at me." A pecan bounced off the end of his nose. "Asshole."

"Fucker." He grabbed the chocolate syrup jar, aimed, then cracked up again as Tanny opened his mouth.

He got most of the glob in, and Tanny moaned. "God. Did we get it right yet? I mean the brownies."

Jim looked. There were twelve batches with bites taken out of them -- mint chocolate, rocky road, dark chocolate, chocolate pecan, chocolate walnut, cherry chocolate. They were all good.

"Let's try adding coffee."

Tanny clapped. "Mocha brownies! Is there Irish cream?"

"Oh, my God!" Uh-oh. That sounded an awful lot like Marcus.

"Wow. Just... wow." And Master Billy.

Tanny's eyes went wide. "They were supposed to be gone."

Jim nodded. "All day."

A Hammer Club reading order can be found on my page.