Thursday, March 31, 2011

It's All in the Details...Or is it?

Hi folks! DC Juris again! Today, I thought we'd talk a little shop.

One of my major stumbling blocks when I write is adding in details. What characters look like, what their houses look like, what kinds of cars the drive - that sort of thing. It's one of those skills that doesn't seem very hard to hone, but really is. At least it is for me. :-P

The problem, I suppose, lies in the fact that I don't like a lot of details when I read. I really don't care if the mantle was made of stone or wood, what color the couch was, or what brand of beer the characters were drinking. I don't even need to know what the characters look like, unless it's really, really relevant. I prefer to make all those things up in my own head, going off things I recognize and am familiar with.

So, you can imagine how much fun I am for editors sometimes. Over the past year, I've gotten much better (I think!), but certain stories of mine still undergo a lot of pre-submission work before they're ready.

But it begs the question - what is your preference? Do you like to know all the down and dirty details, or make it up as you go along? Do you want to know what your leading man or woman (or men or women ::wink::) look like, or would you rather mentally model them after your very own image of perfection?

Leave a comment below with your answer, and I'll pick one lucky person to win a free pdf copy of one of the following books of mine - winner's pick!

"Family Ties" - transgender male/male romance, with a touch of BDSM

"Tenacious Bea and the Bite of Destiny" - Christmas-themed f/f romance

"The Best Kind of Prize" - Christmas with Jack and Alan - what's better?

"On God's Honor" - m/m romance featuring my hot-n-sexy angel, Ekenezer

"Serge's Gift" - a scorching lil' m/m story featuring my very non-sparkly vampire, Serge

"On Solid Ground" - m/m romance featuring my favorite couple, Jack & Alan

"Where He Belongs" - two studly Doms, one sweet little sub - m/m/m, anyone?


For more information on a certain title, or to read an excerpt, just visit the Torquere Press website, and pick my name - DC Juris - from the author drop-down menu up in the tippy top left corner.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

New Releases for March 30

Mandarin Orange: Sweet & Sour by TC Blue

Riley has never been the kind of straight guy who sneers at gay men. Hell, most of his best friends are gay, and it only matters when Riley wants to drink a plain old beer at the froufy bars they drag him to. He can look and appreciate, but dudes just don’t do it for him. Or so he thinks, right up until the new downstairs tenant arrives almost literally on Riley’s doorstep.

The raging storm and motorcycle crash with which Kelly makes his entrance pale in comparison with the battle inside Kelly himself once he gets to know Riley. Riley is damnably hot, nice, and exactly Kelly’s type, except for one little thing -- according to all the evidence, Riley’s straight.

Is love truly blind, or does it just wear blinders? Riley and Kelly need to figure it out before the labels and categories drive them irrevocably apart.

Get your copy today!


Terracotta Warriors, a BBA Menage Story by Berengaria Brown

Naomi has a casual fuck-buddy relationship with Branden, a bisexual man. When she loses her job Branden offers her a short-term position in the museum where he’s a director, but more than that, he wonders if she could be the solution to his sexual problem. He and his boyfriend Sloan are very happy together, but Brand needs the softness of a woman as well as the harsher, more animal mating of two males together.

When Sloan and Naomi join Branden on a business trip to Xi'an, they have to decide if adding Naomi to the mix be a disaster or the solution to all their needs?

Find out today!

Monday, March 28, 2011

Meme Monday! crafting anyone?

are you crafty? Is so, what craft? If not, what would you love to be able to do?

Saturday, March 26, 2011

New Releases for March 26

Shifting Perspectives 2: Jacey, Fynn & Aden by Nerine Petros

Months ago, Fynn got into Jacey's face in the most unnerving of ways. Now they have to work together every day on the dingo shifters' ranch. Jacey can't forget that first encounter, and desperately fights the attraction he feels for Fynn and Fynn's mate, Aden. Fynn and Aden want Jacey to come to them willingly--but patience has its limits, and Jacey pushes too far when he drives home drunk after a night at the local bar. It's time to show Jacey what a mate bond really means, and maybe Jacey has a few things to show his shifters, too…

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Clue Game by Chris Quinton

After being estranged for a year, Ben and David are back together and more in love than ever. Their commitment ceremony is approaching, and they've taken the chance to extend a business trip to Paris into a pre-commitment, pre-honeymoon break.

They owe their present happiness to Barbara, who has a problem only they can solve, and rubies are involved. Ben has plans of his own - but they owe her too much to turn her down.

Ben and David were introduced in Chris Quinton's Breaking Point.

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Learning to Waltz by Jenna Jones

Conor was hired by the Todd family to keep Gabriel safe and sober. Conor has done his job so well that Gabriel no longer needs a caretaker, but they can’t bring themselves to part ways.

Gabriel and Conor live in a comfortable rhythm, pushing and pulling each other in a cautious dance. Conor doesn't think he's Gabriel's perfect partner, but Gabriel may have other ideas…

Pick up your copy today!

Thursday, March 24, 2011

I Survived Work!

Well, I made it through another workday, slightly frustrated that my Blackberry refused to let me comment on posts at the LiveJournal today, where conversation turned to Kiernan Kelly and Tory Temple's Happy World. It's sounds like a lot of fun!

I'm going out on a limb here and offering a spoiler for my latest novel, Settling the Score. Some of you may have seen my epilogues on my website (www.edenwinters.com) okay, sorry for shameless publicity plug, but anyhoo.... I'm in the habit of posting extra scenes that take place after the book ends, both on my site and on Goodreads. Those of you who have read Settling the Score may be wondering about what happened to poor Kez and his friend Roxanne. You may also want a peek at what happened with Joey and Troy later. Don't worry folks, they all landed on their feet. The following scene takes place a few months after Settling the Score ends.

***

An invasion, plain and simple, and not pod people this time. Over the last few days, Joey had watched the reporters come and go, not for him this time -- for Jackie. Apparently, the wages of her stomach condition were fifteen minutes of fame. Rumors swirled the gossip rags that an embarrassed Riker had met with an attorney, who'd only laughed at his proposed lawsuit. No charges could be filed that wouldn't cause Riker to look even more like an ass. Furthermore, after Joey's visit with Troy's attorney, a check arrived from Riker's managers, in the exact amount stolen from Joey's accounts.

Joey watched yet another eighteen-wheeler pass in front of the shop, vibrating the huge glass picture window as it brought in more equipment. My, how the little town was changing. A sleek silver Corvette pulled up a moment later, just in time to ease Joey's worries. Dashing out the door, he ran to the car and opened the driver's door. "What kept you?" he asked, huge grin threatening to split his face.

"My navigator," Roxanne rolled her eyes at her passenger, "can't operate a GPS. Now it only speaks Japanese."

"Hey! It's not my fault George bought you substandard equipment," Marquez cried from within the confines of the car.

Roxanne held up her hand, cutting him off. "Please, don't utter that name in my presence."

Those words brought back Joey's worry. "You were kinda vague on the phone. What did he do?" Lowering his voice, he whispered, "He didn't hurt you, did he?" He'd feel awful beating up an old man, but would if he had to.

"Worse." Roxanne snorted. "He dumped his wife and then expected me to marry him. As if!"

Joey turned questioning eyes to Kez, whose pain-filled gaze darted away. "I'm not ready to talk about Aaron now. Maybe soon, just not now."

"That's okay," Joey replied, fully understanding what getting your heart shredded felt like. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

He rounded the car and opened the passenger door. "Thanks, man." Kez held up a fist, bumping it with Joey's before stepping from the car and wrapping him friend in a hug.

"Hey! Don't leave me out!" Roxanne yelled, dashing around the shiny sports car in spiky heels to join in. "If two hot dudes are getting all physical, I want in on the action!"

After a group hug that probably scandalized the town, as it involved a black man, an openly gay one, and a skinny white woman wearing a dress that didn't quite cover her to local modest standards, Joey helped unpack the car and haul luggage up the stairs behind the garage. "It ain't much," he warned, "and I'd advise candles. Lots of candles. And incense."

"That's okay," Kez murmured, "I'm just grateful for a place to stay… and a job! Tell your mom thanks, okay?"

"It was Mom and my friend Erica's idea. They rented the vacant shop next to Mom's and had it fixed up a bit. With all the spoiled California types hanging around, a massager…"

"Massage therapist," Kez corrected.

"…a massage therapist just seemed like a good idea. They were right. You're booked solid for the next month." Turning his attention to Roxanne as they struggled together to get the last suitcase out of the tiny car, Joey asked, "What about you? Any plans?"

A late model Mercedes cruised by, something unheard of in this town a few months ago. Now there were daily sightings, and Cousin Sonny had branched out into car detailing behind Big Joe's Garage. The car slowed to a crawl and Roxanne lowered her sunglasses, taking a good long look at the driver, who was enjoying the pink-clad scenery himself. "Oh, I'm sure something will come up," she replied.

***

That night after Joey packed his tools away and the shop closed for the night, he hopped into his classic truck, affectionately name Old Bertha, for the ride home. He smiled when a rather ordinary S-10 pulled up in front of the garage, a beaming Jackie climbing in while Big Joe scowled, pantomiming loading a gun after pointing to his watch, his signal for "Don't keep her out too late -- or else." For an actor, Keith seemed to be an okay guy, especially for a city boy from California. And if he wasn't, well, this was a rural area, and the Nichols an extensive family. The body might never be found.

Caught up in the euphoria of friends, a favorite song and favorite ride, Joey'd driven halfway to his parents' house before realizing he'd missed a turn.

Shaking his head at his own absent-mindedness, he turned the truck around and headed down the literal road less traveled. Memories flooded through him of the numerous times he'd ridden this expanse of road on a bicycle, and later, a motorcycle, in his younger years. The houses there were old and stately, lasting reminders of when the town had been prosperous. Most stood deserted now, owners moving elsewhere to seek a living now that the mills no longer provided a local income. An off-the-road two-story dwelling showed signs of life, a bright blue, "Sold" sign sitting out front. The workers involved in renovating the structure were packing up for the day.

Joey pulled Old Bertha into the garage, parking between a Jaguar and a Toyota, and couldn't hold back cheerful whistling. Erica met him at the door, purse in hand. Her familiar perfume hung in the air.

"I was just on my way out," she said. "He's in his office. Don't let him forget to eat."

"I won't. Thanks, Erica."

"Don't mention it." She pulled him into a hug. "I may be a bit late, so don't wait up." While happy for Erica, he didn't envy the stunt double she was seeing. That woman took the phrase "quite a handful" to new heights. But if your day job included wrecking cars and falling from buildings, she might appear tame in comparison.

After Erica left, Joey picked his way through sawhorses and paint buckets to Troy's office. He leaned into the doorway, watching. Troy's fingers stuck the keyboard of the familiar silver laptop lightning fast, brow scrunched in concentration. Joey took a step forward, then another. He was standing behind Troy before his lover noticed him. Without looking up, or slowing down, Troy asked, "How was your day?"

"Fine? Yours?"

"I finished another chapter." Abruptly the chair spun around and Joey was pulled down onto Troy's lap. His normally subdued lover delivered a bruising kiss. "Erica left you a present," he said when they finally parted. "Seems she's decided to graduate from articles about the best dish detergents to fight grease, and move into something a little more… controversial."

Although the unexpected display of affection was present enough, he eagerly unwrapped the small flattish package Troy handed him. "Pyg-male-eon," he read aloud, "By Eric David."

Troy seemed to be fighting a smile. "Read the inscription," he urged.

Opening to the first page, Joey recited, "To Troy and Joey, or should I say, Allen and James."

Still puzzled, and with only a, "Read the marked passages," from Troy, he opened to the first bookmark.

After each passage had been read, he looked at his lover, who wore a bit more smile with each bookmark. Finally, Troy instructed, "Read the last page."

The last page held only one sentence. "And they all live happily ever after."

Setting the book aside, he took Troy by the hand, quietly leading him through the maze the workmen had left, up the stairs to the room at the top.

In their recreation of Troy's bedroom from the farmhouse in South Carolina, they settled a few scores of their own.


The Angel of Thirteenth Street

While Settling the Score has the distinction of being my first ever print book, the good folks at Torquere Press have also released another of my books in print this month: The Angel of 13th Street originally released as an ebook last May.


 Here's the blurb:

The Angel. That’s what the young hustlers call Noah Everett, the man who’ll help them get off the streets. Once a hustler himself, Noah doesn’t take his own good advice, which is, “Don’t let this ruin your life.” Haunted by the past and those he couldn’t save, Noah carefully keeps others at bay until his self-imposed loneliness is shattered by determined, ambitious, but homeless eighteen-year-old Jeremy Kincaid.

A ruthless pimp has targeted Jeremy, but if Noah will fight to get anonymous young men out of the life, he’ll fight harder to keep Jeremy from getting in, even if it means a return to old stomping grounds to make a deal with the devil. To save Jeremy, Noah risks more than just his body. He risks his soul as well, because Willie Carnell, pimp, was once Billy Cordell, Noah’s lover.

***

Although both book Settling the Score(mentioned in my earlier post) and The Angel of 13th Street feature a world-weary, older protagonist, the younger characters, Joey and Jeremy, couldn't be more dissimilar. Naive country boy Joey from Settling the Score is the older of the two, but Jeremy is more street-wise, and self-reliant, while still maintaining a kind heart and caring for those less fortunate.

I need to issue a spoiler warning, because the scene below takes place a few months after The Angel of 13th Street ends, as Jeremy continues Noah's crusade to help those fallen on hard times to escape the harsh realities of living on the streets. This small epilogue takes place in the same location where Noah helped Jeremy take the first tentative step toward a better life: the Tubs of Suds laundromat.

***

“The place looks fantastic!” Noah whistled as he looked around the ultramodern, new and improved Tub of Suds. The old worn out washers and dryers had been replaced with state of the art, gleaming silver behemoths.

“Told you!” Jeremy smiled as he looked up from the book that lay open upon a folding table -- a new folding table that wasn’t burned and stained and quite probably still “gum-free” underneath. He embraced Noah, burying his face in his lover’s neck.

“Mary’s closing tonight so I’ll be able to leave a little early,” Noah murmured, a hint of hope in his voice.

Jeremy nibbled Noah’s neck, anticipating the night to come. “I should be ready to leave in an hour.”

Suddenly Noah raised his head and stiffened, looking out over Jeremy’s shoulder. “Umm..Jeremy?

“Hmmm?” he replied, too comfortable to move.

“What’s that doing there?”

Jeremy reluctantly pulled away from the warmth of his lover’s body, following Noah’s line of sight. Between two shiny new double-load washers was an old, badly beaten and rusted avocado, single-load unit. “Oh, that!”

“I though you were gonna replace all the washers. It was in the budget.”

Jeremy glanced up at the clock and smiled. Taking Noah by the hand, he led him back to the office, turning off the light and closing the door all but a crack. “You’ll see,” he said. “They should be here soon. In the meantime…”

Their mouths had just found each other’s in the dark when the bell chimed over the door. “It’s kind of late,” Noah said, “who’d be washing clothes at this hour?”

“Shhh…you’ll see.”

They positioned themselves with a clear view of the laundromat when two young men entered, each carrying a plastic bag. Their clothes were old and worn, and the younger-looking one’s jeans were too short. He was wrapped in a much-too-large jacket, while the older-looking boy wore only a sleeveless shirt. It had to be forty degrees out tonight. They bypassed all the newer washers, making a beeline for the old one.

“This one works if you only put a dollar in,” the older one said. “That’ll give us just enough to wash and dry.”

The other boy sighed. “Too bad we don’t have enough to order a burger. I’m starving.”

His companion wrapped him in a hug. “Don’t worry, Dave, I’ll think of something. I promised I’d take care of you, right?”

“You always do.” The adoring look on Dave’s face said just how well he believed those words, even though Jeremy could see the worry in the older boy’s eyes.

“Noah?” Jeremy whispered.

“Yes?”

“Think you could call over to the bar and order two ‘mistakes’ all the way? With fries?”

“Coming right up,” Noah replied, pulling out his cell phone.

***

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Good Morning!

Welcome to Romance for the Rest of Us according to Eden Winters. There's a day job lurking in my near future, so there will be an unfortunate lapse in my postings today. Apparently, "I need a day off to blog" garners no sympathy in the workplace.

An amazing event in my life as a writer recently occurred: my first print novel. Settling the Score, about a little well deserved payback, released this month in both print and ebook formats:


 Here's the blurb:

Closeted mechanic Joey Nichols' life is good. His boyfriend landed a major Hollywood role, and is well on the way to superstardom. Joey's bags are packed and soon he'll leave small town Georgia and join the man of his dreams in California, to live out, proud, and together. Days before his planned departure, his lover outs Joey during a televised interview and announces that they've broken up, leaving Joey to face the bigotry of the locals alone.

Bestselling author Troy Steele knows all about having life turned upside down by the media. Now a recluse, Troy shuns all the trappings that come with writing books made into blockbuster movies. He spends his time exacting revenge on a former flame via his novels and hiding out in rural South Carolina, watching celebrity gossip shows. Joey's fifteen minutes of fame bear an eerie similarity to the plot of Troy's latest work in progress. What if Joey could be transformed into everything the fickle ex wanted, as Troy is writing for his fictional hero, and secretly wishes for himself? Once polished, could a diamond-in-the-rough good ole boy confront his ex, then walk away, pride intact? These are Troy's questions, and he's counting on Joey for answers.

***

In the story novelist Troy Steele hires country boy mechanic Joey Nichols, who's been publicly dumped by a rising star boyfriend. Troy's plan is to make Joey over, documenting the process for a novel.

While blurbs and snippets cover the main characters pretty well, there's a secondary character in the story who was a lot of fun to write: Troy's assistant, Erica Davis. While Troy's focus in on transforming Joey, Erica has other ideas, thinking Troy could use a bit of transforming himself.  Here's a little scene that shows just who's really the boss:

***


Now that they were alone, Troy openly glared at his assistant. "The transformation I'm documenting is a young man's in his early twenties. There are no characters in the book on the far side of thirty. None who change significantly in the pages, anyway."

Daggers of fear pierced Troy's belly, a normal reaction to Erica's assumption of her best used car salesman demeanor. He knew it all too well, wondering if she'd conjured the persona with a little rum and Coke previously.

Erica persisted. Rats stood better chances against terriers than he did with his employee. "In the book, Eric works his ass off, totally transforming his body. His muscles will ache, he'll be constantly hungry, and at the end of each day he'll drop into bed tired yet happy, knowing he's one step closer to his goal." Her entire demeanor took on a certain feral quality that Troy had once witnessed in a lioness on a wildlife show, right before a wildebeest came down. Granted, he might not know how Joey's diet felt, but he did feel a certain kinship with the doomed wildebeest.

"Can you imagine," Erica continued, "the satisfaction Eric feels upon waking up one morning and standing before the mirror, seeing hard abs where once a soft, little belly pouched out?" She made the process sound fascinating.

Troy's eyes dropped to his own paunch. A paunch that hadn't been there five short years ago. "Not Eric," he mumbled. "David."

"Okay, then, David sits down to dinner and places a napkin across his lap; his hand brushes a thigh that's no longer soft and flabby, it's harder than the chair he sits on."

Troy sighed. Once his body had been firm and lean, shaped by afternoons and weekends spent loading hay bales onto a truck or swinging an ax to chop firewood for his grandfather. Now he couldn't recall the last time
he'd had a good, demanding workout, regardless of all the equipment in the basement, most of which had the instruction manuals attached until a few days ago. Yes, Troy could imagine without having to go through it himself, albeit imagination alone couldn't fully capture the extent of what David experienced. Troy sighed again, and Erica's lips twitched. Drat the woman. Not only did she sense victory, she fully intended to gloat.

Pushing the pasta away, Troy leaned back from the table, folded hands resting on his belly. He frowned at that big belly. Had it grown in the two seconds since he'd last seen it? He dropped his hands into his lap.
Erica brought her napkin to her lips to hide a snicker. She failed miserably.

"All right," Troy conceded, "losing a few pounds and lifting a few weights wouldn't hurt me. I admit it. Happy now?"

"Not quite yet." Nobody did smug like Erica.

"Then what's it going to take?" he tossed back in a feeble attempt to hide his terror. He saw pain in his future, and sweat, and other things he'd taken drastic measures to avoid for the past few years.

"Oh, about twenty-five pounds, some increased muscle tone, and a new wardrobe."

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Featured Authors -- Kiernan Kelly and Tory Temple

Today we're featuring Kiernan Kelly (KK) and Tory Temple (TT), authors of the newly released Happy World.

Tell us about Happy World. What inspired you to write it? How long did it take? What was the co-writing experience like? How did it change the story?

KK: The idea for "Happy World" came about during our first face-to-face meeting two years ago at the RT Convention in Orlando. Tory and I started chatting about writing and such, and discovered we both had first-hand knowledge of the inner workings of major theme parks. We decided then and there to co-write a book based in an imaginary park.

Co-writing, for me, was a terrific experience, maybe because my chosen partner is so talented and patient. Tory and I really seemed to click as co-writers; each of our chapters built fluidly on the previous one. When we held our online chats to hammer out the plot and characters, it was a whirlwind of ideas, one feeding the other. We had the book outlined in no time!

TT: About two years ago, Kiernan and I were at the Romantic Times convention together in Orlando, Florida. I’m from southern California and have more than a passing familiarity with the world’s most popular theme park -- you know, the one that also happens to be in Orlando? Kiernan also expressed her knowledge of that same theme park, and an idea was born. In actuality, it took us about a year to get started, and then another year to actually write the novel. This April marks the two-year anniversary of our decision to do it.

The co-writing experience was really, really great. Kiernan is easy to get along with, open to anything, and she was good about waiting weeks for my chapters! (I’m not the fastest writer in the world.) I feel it changed the story in new and exciting ways, because neither of us was aware of what each chapter would hold when it was each other’s turn to write. It kept things fresh.

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

KK: The Universe loves to mess with me. Sometimes I think Newton's Law was written expressly for me – when something can go wrong, it usually does. Take this week for example. "Happy World" releases today. Tory and I had the Torquere Blog, the social list, and the Live Journal all set for promotion months ago. So what happens? I need dental surgery, and had to ask Tory to post for me on the blog yesterday. Go figure.

TT: I have fifteen pets; seven of which are illegal in my state of residence. Nope, can’t tell you what they are.

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

KK: I think the best thing about writing is letting the voices in my head have their say. It's really the only way to shut them up. I love being able to create characters and worlds...it's the God Complex in me, I suppose. LOL

The worst part is waiting for the book to release. Like Veruca Salt in "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory," I want it now.

TT: The absolute BEST thing for me is writing a chapter and thinking, “That came out exactly like I wanted it to.” The worst thing is knowing I have a deadline and not being able to motivate myself to even get two paragraphs down on paper.

Character or plot, which comes first?

KK: It all depends. Sometimes the characters pop fully formed into my head and demand I write their story, and sometimes I get an idea for a plot first.

TT: Characters, always. They show up and say hi and hang around until I figure out what to do with them. Often, they don’t even have names. They’re just… there.

What is your favorite way to spend a rainy day?

KK: Writing. Then again, writing is my favorite way to spend any day. I particularly like to write out in my Florida room (as enclosed porches down here in the Sunshine State are known) listening to the rain on the roof. For me, it's soothing.

TT: Cup of coffee with flavored creamer, a scented candle (anything in the lavender family), and bad reality television. I’m currently fascinated by the Kardashians and the Real Housewives of Orange County.

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

KK: Never give up, never surrender. Okay, that was really from "Galaxy Quest," but it applies to writing, too. When I'm writing a story, I sometimes hit a bump in the literary road, and it takes discipline to forge ahead and get over it. It's the point when some people will give up on a story, but I've found that if I keep at it, I'll find a way to get over it and finish.

TT: Anne Lamott wrote a great book called Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life. In it, she says to write just one inch at a time. On my bad days when I can’t even squeeze out a single sentence, I try to remember that advice and write an inch of words. It works. The novel I’m writing might feel overwhelming, but I can handle an inch.

What are you working on now?

KK: Lots of stuff. I have several novels under construction, as well as a few shorter works. Anyone who knows me knows this is nothing new. I always have a large Work-In-Progress folder on my desktop.

TT: I’m contracted to do a Birthstone for Torquere that’s due in August, so I’ve begun poking at it. That one will probably star Alex and Dylan from their previous novel, Keeping Karma. I’ve also got a partially-done novel that will be the third and final installment in the Tinder series, starring Chris and Morgan. Hopefully I can get that done this year!

Bios:

Kiernan Kelly
Kiernan Kelly lives in the wilds of the alligator-infested U.S. Southeast, slathered in SPF 45, drinking colorful tropical, hi-octane concoctions served by thong-clad cabana boys.

All right, the truth is that she spends her time locked in the dark recesses of her office, writing gay erotic romance while chained to a temperamental Macintosh, drinking coffee, and dreaming of thong-clad cabana boys.

Sigh.

To date, Kiernan has seven novels in print, a plethora of short stories in e-format...and still no cabana boy of her own, although her husband may beg to differ.

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Tory Temple
Tory lives and works in southern California, where she spends a lot of time around firemen. She visits the beach frequently and wears flip flops even in the winter. Tory likes television, salted pistachios in the shell, and chenille socks. She dislikes cauliflower, not being able to find the right shoes in the morning, and not having enough free time. She shares her space with numerous pets, including but not limited to cats, dogs, and tortoises.

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Chocolate Bunny Book Sale!

What's better than a chocolate bunny? A sale! We're offering 15% off your purchases from now through the 31st of March! Just put 'bunny2011' in the coupon code box any time you check out at Torquere Books before Thursday March 31 at midnight to get 15% off your order.

Sale good now through Thursday March 31 at Midnight (est).

Save a chocolate bunny -- buy 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 March 23

Happy World by Kiernan Kelly and Tory Temple

Kyle Forester likes rules and schedules, and he loves his janitorial job at Happy World. The gigantic theme park has strict regulations that Kyle knows are in place for a reason. After all, life just runs more smoothly when there are rules in effect, and Kyle is going to make sure his new trainee is fully aware of that. They’ll both get along fine, Kyle is sure. Anyone working at Happy World must be a good employee.

Rory Stafford doesn't like policies or regulations. Unfortunately, getting a job at the world's most popular theme park comes with a handbook full of both those things. Rory is pretty sure his new job at Happy World isn't going to work out, especially after he meets his trainer, Kyle Forester. Kyle is definitely a rule-follower and makes no secret of his contempt for Rory's rule-breaking. However, after just a few shifts together, Kyle and Rory discover that they can’t keep their hands off each other. The two of them find themselves on a wild roller coaster ride of heat, emotion, and not-so-hidden lust as Kyle and Rory try to find common ground in the giant hamster ball known as Happy World.

Happy World is available in both print and ebook formats!



Out of the Woods by Syd McGinley

Wild boy Tarin is determined not to be captured by the men who live in the decaying Before Times buildings on the other side of Tarin’s woodland home, but he’s just as determined to protect the younger boys in the woods.

No one remembers being a child or knows where all the women have gone or how society crumbled, but for as long as they can remember, boys have lived in the woods and are hunted by the men each Fall. Some boys believe in a mysterious Lady who protects them, while others think the men are magic. Tarin knows better – he’s met a man, and escaped by stabbing him.

Hunted through the woods as he tries to protect the weaker Cory, Tarin is trapped and claimed by the very man he knifed. All Tarin wants is to stay in the woods and not have to get ‘civilized,’ but he’s carried off into a different world of rules and discipline. Will he be able to survive now that he is Out of the Woods?

Out of the Woods is available in both print and ebook formats!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Well, I have NOT heard from my lovely and talented co-author today, which either means that her away-from-keyboard stuff is still going on, or she's decided to run off with her cabana boy.

HAHAHAHA I wish I had a cabana boy.

Anyway! I promised you guys an excerpt from Happy World, and I have something nice and steamy for you. Kyle and Rory just can't keep their hands off each other, despite all the rules that say they should. But as you already know, Rory's a rule breaker...

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Kyle glanced at the kitchen wall clock, visible from the front door. Their shift ended a half-hour ago. Rory must have come straight to Kyle’s apartment from work.

Kyle unchained and unlocked the door, and flung it open. “What are you doing here, Rory? How did you get my address?”

“Hi, Rory. Good to see you. Come on in and sit a spell,” Rory said with his usual sarcastic tone. He leaned against the doorjamb, arms folded across his chest, his cheek hitched in a lopsided grin.

Kyle frowned. “How did you find me?” he asked again.

“I asked a couple of the other guys if anyone knew where you lived. Said you forgot your cell phone, and I was going to drop it off to you.”

“So...you lied.”

Rory nonchalantly lifted a shoulder as he walked past Kyle into the living room, just as if Kyle had asked him in. “Sort of, I guess, if you want to get technical. But if you didn’t run off like you did, I wouldn’t have had to track you down. Nice place, by the way. You gonna ask me to sit down?”

“What do you want, Rory?” Kyle was in no mood to be hospitable. He was still angry at himself, and more than a little annoyed at Rory for following him home. He was also feeling embarrassed over his earlier outburst, and from leaving work early. Nice example you set for the new guy, he thought.

Rory turned to face Kyle and the full effect of Rory’s handsome face and gray eyes stopped Kyle cold. Somehow, while at work at Happy World, with Kyle’s mind consumed by the rules and regulations, he’d been more or less oblivious to the fact that Rory was gorgeous. In the small confines of his apartment, with nothing to distract him, Kyle was suddenly keenly aware of Rory’s good looks. He felt a stab of desire rip through him that went balls deep.

His annoyance forgotten and embarrassed by his body’s reaction, Kyle tore his eyes away and looked toward the kitchen in an effort to distract himself. “So sit,” he said. “Do you want a glass of water? Soda? I have tuna salad.” He knew he was rambling, and bit his lip to stop himself.

Rory laughed, and the sound did funny things to pit of Kyle’s stomach. “Okay, a one-eighty. I can live with that. Water is good, and tuna salad sounds fabulous. I haven’t eaten anything since lunch, and I’m feeling a little funky.”

Funky? Kyle remembered Rory’s medical alert bracelet, and diabetic condition. The last thing he needed after the day he’d had was Rory going into shock or whatever it was that diabetics did when their sugar dropped, especially not in the middle of his living room. “Are you okay? What can I do?”

“Feed me, Seymour,” Rory said.

Kyle was momentarily surprised by the quote from Little Shop of Horrors, one of his favorite movies. He wouldn’t have thought somebody like Rory would’ve seen the movie, let alone quote from it. “Sure. Come in the kitchen. Sit.” He hustled to the counter and finished whipping together the tuna salad, slapping a couple of white bread sandwiches together. He tossed a few potato chips on two plates, and poured them each a glass of water.

Placing a plate in front of Rory, he took the seat opposite him at the small table. He played with the chips on his plate, unwilling to look at Rory, still feeling self-conscious about his strong attraction to Rory. “So, why did you come here?” he asked.

Rory took a bite of his sandwich, and answered around a mouthful of tuna. “I was worried about you. It’s not like you to leave work like you did, in the middle of a shift. I figured you were really pissed off at me.”

Kyle looked up, surprised that Rory would’ve given him a second thought. He was certain no one else would’ve bothered. “I was. Well, not really. I was more pissed off at myself,” Kyle confessed. “I should’ve been the one to say something to Charlie. You shouldn’t have had to do it.”

“Yeah, well, he’s an asshole, and he really got under my skin. I guess I stepped over the line...again. I shouldn’t have started anything in front of the guests, right?”

“Technically, you shouldn’t have started anything at all, but yeah, especially not in front of guests.”

“I know, but he shouldn’t have said the things he did to you, Kyle. You’re a good guy, even if you are a little...er, rigid when it comes to the rules. And the lies he told the managers about me...he’s an asshole of the first degree.” Rory polished off the rest of his sandwich in silence, then turned those smoky gray eyes on Kyle again. “I don’t want you to stop training me, Kyle. We have a good time together, don’t we? I mean, when I’m not screwing up.”

Kyle watched Rory drink a half glass of water at one shot, fascinated by the way Rory’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, finding it incredibly sexy. A drop of water dribbled down Rory’s chin, and Kyle was struck with the urge to lick it off.

He coughed, and quickly picked up his own glass to cover his discomfort, taking a long drink. “Huh? Oh, yeah. I shouldn’t have said what I did. You’ve only got a few more days left anyway. I’ll finish training you.”

“Cool!” Rory’s grin was blinding.

A bolt of desire zipped through Kyle’s body. His cock reared, pressing hard against the zipper of his pants. His mouth went dry but when he lifted his glass to his mouth, he realized it was empty.

Standing up to get more water was not an option for Kyle. He hadn’t changed his clothes when he came home from work, and his thin, white Groundskeeper pants would do little to nothing to hide the erection straining at his fly. He cleared his throat and tried to think of other, less arousing things. After a few moments of silence, he asked Rory the question he’d asked himself often. “How do you do it, Rory? People always see you. The guests, the actors...” He almost said “Charlie,” but bit his tongue in time. “They take notice when you pass by, even when you’re just sweeping up trash. Nobody ever sees me. Practically no one remembers me, even if they do see me. It’s like I’m invisible. I mean, I know I’m not as good looking as you, but I don’t think I belong in a zoo. What’s the secret?”

Rory cocked his head, blinking. “You’re not invisible. Man, you have a really bad case of low self esteem, don’t you? Look, I think you’re a really good-looking guy, Kyle. You’re just a little too caught up in the rules. If other people don’t pay attention to you, believe me, that’s their loss.”

Kyle felt himself blush at the compliment, even though he didn’t really believe it. “Thanks. I know I’m anal when it comes to the rules. I just always figured it was the only way to get out of Groundskeeping and move on.”

“You just need to relax once in a while, and have some fun.” Rory offered Kyle another dazzling grin. “Don’t worry...I’ll pry that stick out of your ass soon enough.” This time when Rory looked at Kyle, something in his expression changed. His gray eyes darkened, his lips parting slightly. If Kyle didn’t know better, he’d think Rory was getting turned on.

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Isn't that lovely? Aren't you just so curious to know if Kyle and Rory EVER manage to get it on? (Hint: yes.)

Look for Happy World on sale TOMORROW at Torquere, both in print and ebook formats. And make sure to join Kiernan and Tory at the Torquere Livejournal on Thursday, March 24, for fun contests and giveaways!

Once upon a time...

Morning everyone! I'm Tory, and this first post of the day is actually not from me, but from my fabulous co-author, Kiernan Kelly. She had something unavoidable come up and won't be online today, so I'm posting this for her. Watch for an excerpt from me later today!

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Once upon a time, two authors were in town for a Romantic Times Convention. It was their first face-to-face meeting, and while making the usual small talk about weather and hot male/male sex, they realized they had something else in common - comprehensive, first-hand knowledge of the inner workings of major theme parks.

Between them, a book idea was born and "Happy World" is the result.

Writing "Happy World" was my first experience in co-authoring a novel, and I couldn't have picked a better partner than Tory Temple! We had a blast ironing out the plot, creating our characters, building the theme park world they live in, and writing sex scenes that were hot enough to blister our fingers.

There's a reason our tagline for "Happy World" is "The horniest place on earth."

To me, one of the coolest things about Happy World is that our theme park is a conglomeration of all the major parks, filled with details that anyone who's ever been to or worked in a park will recognize.

Oh, and I love our park mascot, Happy. He's a hamster. Seriously. He appears in the Happy World parade rolling around in a giant hamster ball, and has a signature little jig. A host of other characters like Queen Fantastical and Daniel-the-Dragonslayer also populate the park.

In "Happy World," we meet Kyle Forester, a Trainer for Groundskeeping (park-speak for janitorial services) who lives by the book – the book in question being the "Happy World Style Guide," which details every nuance of appearance and behavior for Happy World Actors.

Kyle is totally anal about following the rules, and his world is turned upside down when he meets his new trainee, Rory Stafford. Rory is not only hot, he's a complete rule-breaker, and he and Kyle butt heads from the very beginning.

Here's a teaser trailer for "Happy World!" http://www.facebook.com/kiernan.kelly#!/video/video.php?v=1575987038658

Don't miss the Grand Opening of Happy World, coming this Wednesday, March 23rd, at Torquere Press!

Thursday, March 17, 2011

And another day winds down

As I am. I have to get some more things done around here and then get to bed because I have company coming over tomorrow. Thanks to the folks that took a moment to stop by. Because there weren't too many I've decided to give a copy of "Road Songs" to P. D. Singer, Stephanie Vaughn and Luciatea. Jason won something last time I hosted the LJ, so I don't think he'll feel too left out, and Anonymous is my housemate, Glinda who has read all my stuff WAY too many times. LOL Pam, Lucia please email me at tracyrowan at gmail dot com so I can send the file to you. Steph, I have your email and will send it along asap.

Again, thanks. Hope your St. Pat's Day was terrific!

Childhood revisited

luscious cherriesImage by atomicshark via FlickrSorta. The place where I shop had one of its weird stock-up sales with Hostess pies for $1. Dude, I remember when they were 25 cents every day. But I couldn't help it, I was waxing nostalgic for one of the cherry pies, so I got one and just finished eating it. Um... yes, it did remind me of my childhood, but it also made me wonder what the heck I saw in them to begin with. I'm not going to say they were awful, but they sure weren't the sort of thing that I see as a treat these days.

But it got me thinking about what sort of things you think of as nostalgia trips. Doesn't have to be food, but that's one of the most potent types of memory inducers since it combines smell with taste, and it's also a comfort thing. So how about it? What are your nostalgia inducers?
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Well THAT got the blood moving

I freely confess that I can be an awful crank, particularly when I hurt, and I hurt today. I stumbled into a disagreement on a friend's Facebook, and lent a hand. The jerk was utterly routed and my back and knees are feeling a little more limber. *g*

So is anyone out there? Okay I have to bring out the big guns now, a photo of me. This should scare you into commenting.




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Okay, I'm fed and watered and ready to blog

Oscar Wilde, three-quarter length portrait, fa...Image via WikipediaI was going to have guacamole and chips for breakfast but the guac had turned brown and was not only not festive, it was kind of icky looking. I settled for salsa, and not even salsa verde. I did have green tea.

Anyway, I was thinking of the literary heritage of Ireland, and wondering who your favorite Irish authors are. Any to recommend? Specific works? I'm fond of Oscar Wilde, of course, but almost more for his life than his work (which I do love, don't get me wrong.) I'm just starting to get to know Colm Toibin, and James Joyce is both a pleasure and a perpetual puzzle. Anyone? My favorite Irish character? Thady Boy Ballagh from Dorothy Dunnett's "Queen's Play" the second book in her Lymond Chronicles. Dunnett fans will know I'm cheating a bit but I trust they won't say why and spoil a wonderful book.

Ditto stories about Ireland, and here I'll expand the subject to movies as well. What are your favorite books and movies about Ireland? I adore "The Dead" a film based on a short story by James Joyce, and one that has been hard done by its distributors. But it's perfectly gorgeous, tense, funny and immensely moving. If you've ever lost a loved one, the ending will probably tear your heart out. In a good way. *g*

And Irish music... oh man you love it or you hate it. As I said before I've got the Pandora Pub Favorites channel playing and quite a lot of it is really best when you've had an auld jar or two. I suppose that's why they're pub favorites. And then there are the lachrymose ballads about leaving Ireland, losing one's true love and so forth. Also good with whiskey or stout. But there are a lot great songs and great bands. I'm partial to The Chieftains, particularly their "Ballad of the Irish Horse" album. And I'm very partial to The Dubliners' "The Rocky Road to Dublin."




For fans of the film "The Dead" here's the (full) text to the poem that was recited. It breaks my heart.

Donal Og (Young Donald)

It is late last night the dog was speaking of you;
the snipe was speaking of you in her deep marsh.
It is you are the lonely bird through the woods;
and that you may be without a mate until you find me.

You promised me, and you said a lie to me,
that you would be before me where the sheep are flocked;
I gave a whistle and three hundred cries to you,
and I found nothing there but a bleating lamb.

You promised me a thing that was hard for you,
a ship of gold under a silver mast;
twelve towns with a market in all of them,
and a fine white court by the side of the sea.

You promised me a thing that is not possible,
that you would give me gloves of the skin of a fish;
that you would give me shoes of the skin of a bird;
and a suit of the dearest silk in Ireland.

When I go by myself to the Well of Loneliness,
I sit down and I go through my trouble;
when I see the world and do not see my boy,
he that has an amber shade in his hair.

It was on that Sunday I gave my love to you;
the Sunday that is last before Easter Sunday.
And myself on my knees reading the Passion;
and my two eyes giving love to you for ever.

My mother said to me not to be talking with you today,
or tomorrow, or on the Sunday;
it was a bad time she took for telling me that;
it was shutting the door after the house was robbed.

My heart is as black as the blackness of the sloe,
or as the black coal that is on the smith's forge;
or as the sole of a shoe left in white halls;
it was you that put that darkness over my life.

You have taken the east from me; you have taken the west from me;
you have taken what is before me and what is behind me;
you have taken the moon, you have taken the sun from me;
and my fear is great that you have taken God from me!


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I just heard the Pogues on Pandora Radio

Maybe I'll have that Guinness for breakfast...

"Who would believe such pleasure from a wee ball o' fur?"

Caddy looking down at his momImage by dargie via FlickrThat's an Irish proverb about cats. I found it on Freekibblekat which along with Freekibble are sites which provide free food to shelter animals for nothing more than your participation in a quick trivia quiz each day. Answer the question and right or wrong, you've donated free kibble to the cause.

The handsome lad to the left is my Caddy-bear. He was a rescue kitty.


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Good morning (just) and Happy St. Pat's Day!

Pint of stout from pdphoto.orgImage via WikipediaI'm Tracy Rowan and I'll be your host today. I didn't realize when I took the date that I was choosing St. Pat's but that's even better since today is something of a sacred day in Chicago. A terrifying number of Chicagoans drink a bit too much on this day, and start singing sentimental Irish songs. We turn the river green for the occasion and have a parade. Some of you may have seen it in the film "The Fugitive."

Me, I have some Guinness and a bottle of Harp in the fridge, and a couple of shandys for later when Glinda gets home from work where she's listening to Irish tunes on Pandora (as am I) and eating homemade soda bread (someone else's though I may feel moved to make some later today.)

In any event I'm here today to pimp my work, chat, be silly, ask and answer questions and incidentally to give away a couple of my pieces of fiction. I haven't quite figured out what the criteria will be for that last one, but as soon as I figure it out, I'll let you know. It'll probably be random the way it was the last time.

Let me remind you that I've got a novel out -- my first -- entitled "Suffer the Little Children" a Victorian murder mystery that's been getting some terrific reviews from Michelle 'n' Jeff's Reviews (now Michelle 'n' Lisa's Reviews -- Go Lisa!) most recently. You'll also find an interview with me over there. I tried to keep the horrifying revelations to a minimum, so you might enjoy reading it. I've also gotten reviewed by Speak Its Name and Cryselle's Craziness and a lovely review by Torquere's own Alexa Snow. And if you're of a mind to read a menage (Why yes, I do occasionally write het sex) my newest release is "Road Songs."

And now I'm going to go get some breakfast. Yes, I'm a late riser, but I was up until two reading last night so I'm doing okay, I think. Questions? Observations? Rants? Raves? Fire away!


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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

SM Johnson talks about her story process (and offers a prize!)

I have a note on my calendar that I get to take over the Torquere blog today, so here I am. If my calendar is a liar and I am currently embarrassing myself, well, what are you going to do? I'm here already, so we might as well have a time-lag chit-chat.

Shall we begin?
My name is SM Johnson. I write erotic BDSM and vampire fiction, among other random and varied genres, so while I can't always promise vampire, and can't always promise BDSM, I do hereby promise to deliver complicated, intense relationships.
When I start writing a book I usually know two things: who the main character is, and what I want the ending to look like. All the pages in between the introduction of that character and the final scene are a muddy, and sometimes bloody, blur. Characters quite often do pretty much whatever they want between the beginning and the end, and they leave it to me craft a readable story out of the bits and puzzle pieces.
Dare, my main character in Above the Dungeon, is a recent MBA graduate preppy rich kid who knows where he's supposed to work, who he's supposed to marry, and how many rounds of golf he'll be playing every Saturday from now until the day he dies. He's bored already, and so, just when he's expected to propose to his high school sweetheart and begin the rest of his life, he bolts.
Dare doesn't intend to land in the arms of a BDSM Dominant named Roman, but that's what happens. Dare can't even think about if he's gay or not, but rules make him feel comfortable, and as Roman coaxes him to submit a little more every day, Dare finds it easier and easier to obey.

Jeff is Roman's long-time partner, and while he knows their relationship is stable, he craves the adrenaline rush of falling in love. But it seems like Roman is the one who's falling in love with a new partner, and that's not something Jeff ever thought would happen.
As the creator and the god of Above the Dungeon I wanted these three characters to create a stunningly beautiful, intense relationship of three. It seems relatively uncomplicated… Dare's looking for a new adventure,  and Jeff's looking to fall in love, so really, all Roman should have to do is get Jeff and Dare together, right?
Bwahahaha! Silly author, don't you know that characters have strong wills of their own?
I'll be back this evening, so in the meantime...
If you're a writer, tell me about a character who just plain out refused to do what you wanted.
If you're a reader, tell me about a character who did the opposite of what you thought he or she should do.
I'll put the names of everyone who comments on this post into a drawing for an electronic copy of Above the Dungeon. If you want to comment as an anonymous user, send an email with a copy of your comment to DeVante9901 at aol dot com.
I'm also holding a separate contest on my author blog this week ( http://smjbookteasers.blogspot.com/ )for a different prize. So take a few minutes to look around, read about my books, and tell me what you think of the site.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

The Ides of March Sale!

It's the Ides March Madness Sale! We're offering 15% off your purchases from now through the end of day Tuesday! Just put 'ides2011' in the coupon code box any time you check out at Torquere Books before Tuesday at midnight to get 15% off your order.

Sale good now through Tuesday March 15 at Midnight (est).

Beware the Ides of March and buy a book from Torquere Press!



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.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

New Releases for March 12

Ermine & Bougainvillea by ID Locke

Wynn is an ermine shifter running for his life from homophobic coyote shifters who took exception to a gay shifter in their territory. He makes it to the safety of a dense tangle of bougainvillea vines where the coyotes can’t follow and falls into exhausted sleep. When he wakes, he discovers that the bougainvillea is actually home to a half-dryad named Etireh who pushes all of Wynn’s arousal buttons without even trying.

Etireh turns out to enjoy some of the same things that Wynn does, namely, Otherworldly gay men with a thing for kink and BDSM who would take pleasure in games of domination and submission. In Wynn, Etireh finds a partner who enjoys being submissive to his dominant and is more than willing to push boundaries and play in ways Etireh barely dared to dream about.

Pick up your copy today!



Learning to Wag by Julia Talbot

Jamison thinks that Duke, the floor manager at paranormal pleasure club Bloodrose, is suddenly the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Duke wants to know why Jamison is all over him all of a sudden. Can vamp Jamison convince Duke that he needs to loosen up and learn to wag?

Find out today!



Life Out There by Alyx Shaw

Sebastian Black is a research scientist, come from Earth to explore the flora and fauna of the strange jungle planet of Sferkkaa. However, when his small one-man ship crashes, Sebastian learns something he hadn’t counted on – namely that he is now trapped on an alien world, and no one is coming to claim him.

Originally published in Taste Test: Love Saves the Day

Get your copy today!



Walking Spencer by Chris Owen

When the next door neighbors ask Dean to walk their dog while they're away Dean is happy to help out. Spencer is equally happy when Dean's playful game with a dog leash leads to something far more intense than Spencer had bargained for.

Pick up your copy today!

Friday, March 11, 2011

Free Fic Friday! - Julia Talbot

Anyone got any free fic or snippets? Here's a bit from my upcoming Sip

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from Learning to Wag, out tomorrow

Jamison nodded. “I know. I suppose because I’ve never seen him watch Cady and Jonas.” The little warlock and the big black werewolf had put on a show on the floor, and Cady had put Jonas through his paces. All of them, plugs, spanking, a good hard fucking.

Whether he knew it or not, Duke wanted someone to do that to him.

Suddenly the man was far more interesting to Jamison than he ever had been.

“Ah. Well, I must say it’s impossible to be around those two and not react.” Jonny always sounded so precise, with his snotty Brit thing going on. It made Jamison happy somehow.

“Yeah. It was Duke’s reaction that interested me, though, not mine.”

“Was it?” Jonny gave him one of those close-lipped Mona Lisa smiles that the man was famous for. “I wasn’t paying any attention.”

“Uh-huh.” Somehow he doubted that. In fact, Jamison was starting to think he’d been set up. Why Jonny decided to do anything was a mystery, but Jamison had to wonder why he’d decided to hook Jamison up now.

“What made you decide I was lonely?” he asked, tipping his glass up for a sip of Scotch.

“Oh, it had very little to do with you.” Jonny gave him a hint of fang as the smile widened. “Duke is the one I worry on. He needs someone.”

Jamison raised a brow. “Why me?”

“Because you’ll give him what he needs.” Jonny put a hand on his arm. “He needs someone to see him. Everyone here expects him to be there, but no one focuses on him.”

“That’s touchy-feely, even for you.” Jamison smiled to soften the words. “Where did you come up with all this?”

“My lover, Luc, has become good friends with Duke, actually.” Jonny shrugged, the movement like water flowing. The man was stunning, and Jamison had been sorry to see him snatched up by the kitty-man. They had played together before that. Now it was all platonic, damn it.

“And he says that Duke needs a playmate?”

“He does. Someone special. I always have thought you were quite special.”

If he could still do things like blush, Jamison would have, but really, he was too old to even try. Still, it made him happy that Jonny would say such a thing.

“So, how should I go about expressing my interest to your floor manager? I’m not a member of the Bloodrose, you know. He doesn’t have to pay me any mind.”

“Mmm. That’s why you’re perfect. He would never consort with a club member.”

Jamison laughed, delighted. “Ah, now the truth comes out. I’m convenient.”

“Absolutely.” Jonny grinned widely, the expression evil enough that even the most jaundiced vampire movie fan might have shuddered. “But you’re also the perfect match for a very stubborn wolf.”

How could he really complain? He was the one who’d brought it up, after all.

Hopefully he and Duke would both get exactly what they needed.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Goodnight!

I'm off for the night.

Before I go, here's some info on a recent re-release of one of my short stories. This one was originally in Toy Box: Bondage Mitts.

Hands Tied, A Hammer Story

Jim and Marcus from Bent are back again. When Jim lets a former co-worker goad him into working himself into a frenzy and leaving his schedule behind, Marcus devises a way to help Jim not only focus on himself and his master, but to keep from working more than he should as well.

Buy it here.

So Happy Together

Another waiter, this one from the Harrison and Giles novel, made a bit appearance and demanded a little story of his own for him and his big bear of a Dom -- Nic.

Happy is what everyone calls him, but only Nic knows how to make this sweet sub truly happy deep inside.

So Happy Together will be out March 19

Cookies!

In Little Jamie, Davis asked Jamie to bring him Jamie’s favorite dessert. Jamie brings Davis a giant chocolate chip cookie with ice cream and sprinkles on top.

So I have a sudden urge for cookies. Something soft and gooey and yummy, warm with some ice cream. On the other hand, it might taste even better eaten off a well-defined six pack set of abs...

Anyone have a good recipe for that kind of thing?

Little Jamie

Jamie started life as a bit character in Push. Gordon was having lunch with Oliver and Jamie was their waiter. He flirted madly with Gordon, but Gordon at this point is deep into Frank and when Oliver points out that Jamie is smitten, he lets Jamie down gently. The moment that happened, Davis started harping in my ear about how Jamie was sweet and lovely and most definitely his. And tada, Little Jamie was born.




Jamie's fascinated by the BDSM world and wants to be a part of it, which is why he's working at the Hammer Club and flirting with a master who has caught his eye. The rebuff, gentle though it is, deflates him. As chance has it, the exchange has been witnessed by another master, and Jamie finds himself at the center of Davis' attention.

Davis is instantly intrigued by Jamie and immediately pursues him as only a master can. The only question is, can Davis convince the lovely waiter that Jamie is his sweet boy?

This'll be out March 16!

Hammer Time!

That give anyone else a flashback to MC Hammer and those shiny Hammer pants?

Of course, I'm actually talking about The Hammer Club where many of my BDSM boys like to hang out and do kinky things to and with each other.

I've got a couple of new Hammer stories coming out next week. Little Jamie is a Single Shot, and So Happy Together is a Sip. As coincidence would have it, both Jamie and Happy are waiters at the Hammer Club.

I'll tell you more about both books later, but in the meantime, who are your favorite Hammer men?

Sean

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

New Releases for March 9

Settling the Score by Eden Winters

Closeted mechanic Joey Nichols' life is good. His boyfriend landed a major Hollywood role, and is well on the way to superstardom. Joey's bags are packed and soon he'll leave small town Georgia and join the man of his dreams in California, to live out, proud, and together. Days before his planned departure, his lover outs Joey during a televised interview and announces that they've broken up, leaving Joey to face the bigotry of the locals alone.

Bestselling author Troy Steele knows all about having his life turned upside down by the media. Now a recluse, Troy shuns all the trappings that come with writing books made into blockbuster movies. He spends his time exacting revenge on a former flame via his novels and hiding out in rural South Carolina, watching celebrity gossip shows. Joey's fifteen minutes of fame bear an eerie similarity to the plot of Troy's latest work in progress. What if Joey could be transformed into everything the fickle ex wanted, as Troy is writing for his fictional hero, and secretly wishes for himself? Once polished, could a diamond-in-the-rough good ole boy confront his ex, then walk away, pride intact? These are Troy's questions, and he's counting on Joey for answers.

Settling the Score is available in print and ebook formats!



Undercover Nights by Patricia Logan

In the midst of ending a miserable relationship, gentle physical therapist Gage Neary has been accused of the most horrific of crimes -- murder. As a number of his patients die of poisoning, the evidence seems to point to him, and he becomes the prime suspect in the FBI investigation. Cody Redsun, the smokin’ hot FBI agent assigned to investigate the crimes, decides that it’s Gage he’d rather probe for answers.

When they find their lives threatened, Cody gives himself a new assignment; keep Gage alive until he can find the actual killer. While the true menace to the two men seems to be clear, Cody hides a tortured past that is just as threatening to their deepening bond. As the danger heats up, so do the two men, burning only for each other and the fiery passion that promises to consume them.

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Yarotonji by Mara Ismine

Yarotanji enjoys being an elite agent with the Peace Keeper Task Force and spending his time moving from planet to planet investigating various potentially dangerous situations. He spends a lot of his time lusting after Asrayan, his partner for most assignments, on and off the job. Yarotanji likes his job and his partner, people trying to damage his person and unrequited lust aside.

But he has a very bad feeling about the new assignment he and Asrayan have been given. It should be a walk in the park compared to their normal assignments. And it is - until things get complicated and those difficulties threaten his hard won friendship with Asrayan.

Yarotanji and Asrayan first appeared as secondary characters in the novel Smoke.

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Angel of Thirteenth Street by Eden Winters

The Angel. That’s what the young hustlers call Noah Everett, the man who’ll help them get off the streets. Once a hustler himself, Noah doesn’t take his own good advice, which is, “Don’t let this ruin your life.” Haunted by the past and those he couldn’t save, Noah carefully keeps others at bay until his self-imposed loneliness is shattered by determined, ambitious, but homeless eighteen-year-old Jeremy Kincaid.

A ruthless pimp has targeted Jeremy, but if Noah will fight to get anonymous young men out of the life, he’ll fight harder to keep Jeremy from getting in, even if it means a return to old stomping grounds to make a deal with the devil. To save Jeremy, Noah risks more than just his body. He risks his soul as well, because Willie Carnell, pimp, was once Billy Cordell, Noah’s lover.

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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Featured Author -- Patricia Logan

Today we're featuring Patricia Logan, author of the newly released Undercover Nights.

Tell us about Undercover Nights. What inspired you to write it? How long did it take?

As I was writing the conclusion for "Leather Nights", my first published work, I realized that there were two characters in the book that I really wanted to see more of. I think most of my "plot bunnies" find their genesis here, in my own desire not to see the story end. Gage, my physical therapist in "Leather Nights" was too delectable to ignore with his black hair and violet-colored eyes, so I had to write a story for him. His lover Cody Redsun is the beautiful FBI agent that helped to rescue Jake in "Leather Nights". I just thought they deserved a story of their own. Generally from synopsis to outline to finished draft, my stories (full-length) novels, take anywhere from 6 weeks to two months but I write seven days a week. It's something I force myself to do even if the "force" isn't with me.

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

I have a pretty diverse career background. I've been a jeweler, a mortgage broker (yeah, Jake in "Leather Nights" is me, except for the gay male part, that is *chuckling*) and a nurse. I worked in the immune suppressed unit and AIDS hospice. I've drawn on my experiences in life to enrich my characters.

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

In my humble opinion, the best thing for me about writing is the sense of accomplishment when I take a thought from beginning to conclusion. My OCD is satisfied with a completed work *laughs*. The worst thing about writing is when you've put he words on paper, or in my case, my laptop, and then you go back the next day to find that you didn't like what you've done. Nothing more awful than having to hit that backspace key for a thousand words.

Character or plot, which comes first?


Both Character and plot develop alongside each other when I write. I usually have my guys developed in my head long before I sit down to map it out and find a suitable story that's still fresh and new but worthy of my heroes. Can you tell I fall in love with my guys, long before the reader? Secondly, I try to enrich the story by bringing in loveable peripheral characters and hateful villians to make the reader see what I see in my head. I like full bodied character development.

What is your favorite way to spend a rainy day?

We don't have much rain where I live in Southern California and when we do, because it's so novel, I like to go out in it, shopping or some such. I know, pretty strange right? Of course, then I come home, light a fire, and dry off with a cup of Starbucks and my Kindle.

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

Do it everyday. Even if you don't want to write, sit down and write a paragraph or a synopsis. You may have to erase it later, but at least you've done something cathartic and creative each day.

What are you working on now?

I couldn't get enough of tiny Westburg, Texas, my mythological small town. After I finished the "Armadillo" trilogy, I had to return. So, there's two new guys in "Captive Lover", a horrid pedophile and drug-dealers. But, my old friend detective Tyler Winston is back. This will be another series of 4 at least and they are all currently in synopsis form. The third book "The Cowboy Queen" is a departure because I have a very flamboyant and funny character, Robby, that I just love and at least one M/F/M menage in there with characters the readers have already met. *Hint* Pepper finally finds her "lads".

Bio: Patricia comes from small town America where people still believe in true love. In a house filled with family, friends and pets, she sometimes laments the lack of time just to sit down and write, though surrounded by those she loves, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Patricia falls in love with the heroes she writes about each and every time she puts their lives down on paper. She loves sexy men and hates her villains more than the reader does. It helps to hate the bad guys. It makes the story so much richer. She realized a very long time ago that the world is filled with people who live diverse and amazing lifestyles and she tries to capture the beauty of such diversity in her writing.

Patricia has had a diverse career life. She’s been a jeweler, an AIDS hospice nurse and a “dreaded” mortgage broker. She hopes that the various walks of life she’s taken come out in her work. A busy mother of four and a “stage mom” for her youngest, she always seems to be in motion.

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