Thursday, February 28, 2013

Author Extra: Jobless in January: Johnny Smith by Mara Ismine

Jobless in January: Johnny Smith by Mara Ismine

Johnny has spent thirty-two years trying to do what’s expected of him. When
he finds himself divorced, overweight, living with his parents again, and
losing the job he’s had since leaving school, it’s the wake-up call he needs
to start taking charge of his life. It's time to do what he wants -- if only
he can figure out just what that is.

Choosing to go looking for his brother Joey, who he hasn't seen or spoken to
for eight years, he follows a postmark on a Christmas card to the seaside
town of Anwell-by-Sea. Joey isn't that difficult to find and comes complete
with boyfriend Dave, Dave's Uncle Ed, and a rather large and very bad
tempered arsehole called Charlie.

Johnny is happy to find Joey and enjoys meeting Dave and Uncle Ed; but he's
pretty glad to see the back of Charlie. Despite Charlie being an unpleasant
git, Johnny can't wait to get back to Anwell-by-Sea with his kids for an
Easter break, and maybe he can make some progress on his to-do list by then,
too.

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Author Extra:

Author Extra Jobless in January: Johnny Smith
By Mara Ismine

“Dad?” Lynn swung back and forth, clutching my hand with both of hers, and
looked up at me with her head cocked to one side. I knew that look and that
tone; I braced myself for what would come next.

“Dad? Can we have ice cream? From that place that has all the flavors? You
know, where they do that coffee you like.” Lynn made a face at the thought
of coffee. “You could even have coffee ice cream,” she suggested with the
air of one bestowing a favor.

“Lynn, it’s cold and raining,” I started patiently, “it’s not ice cream
weather. And you know I’m not eating sweet things anymore.”

“I’m sure one ice cream wouldn’t hurt.” Lynn sniffed and sounded like my
ex-mother-in-law. I suppressed a shudder -- not having to deal with the
Pearmaines was another benefit of the divorce. 

Lynn’s head tilted the other way. “It’s always ice cream weather,” she
argued, swinging more on my hand. “My legs ache and you know ice cream
always makes them better.”

“We could go home and sit down,” I suggested ignoring Andrew’s snort from my
other side. My kids were good, but even they had done enough shopping for
one day. I disengaged my hand from Lynn’s, handed the bags in my other hand
to Andrew and tried to hitch up my boxers without anyone noticing. The belt
kept my jeans decent, but the boxers were now miles too big and wouldn’t
stay put. It was a sign that all my pain and suffering in the name of diet
and exercise were paying off, just like that big git, Charlie, had promised.

“Dad, why don’t you buy some clothes that fit?” Andrew interrupted Lynn’s
latest monologue on the benefits of ice cream. “You said we were going to
eat in town and it’s nearly lunch time. So we could go to Palmer’s and get
you some clothes then eat there.”

“Palmer’s?” Lynn perked up. “That’s where they do those neat ice cream
sundaes, isn’t it? You really need to get some new clothes, Dad,” she
changed tack, but I wasn’t fooled. “You look like you’re playing dressing up
in those, now you’ve worked hard and lost all that weight. You’d look really
good in clothes that fit. And Palmer’s has a good selection, you know.”

“I do know what Palmer’s has and hasn’t got.” I shared a glare between my
two innocent looking children. Palmer’s was an old independent department
store still clinging on into the twenty-first century and sold most things,
as well as having an excellent café with too many desserts for my willpower.
Desserts which both kids loved. Andrew’s suggestion wasn’t just for Lynn’s
benefit.

My boxers slithered downward once more, rain dripped down the back of my
neck and people pushed past us as my children stared at me with hopeful
expressions. I rolled my eyes and tried to make the best of it. I did need
new clothes, but I hadn’t quite reached my target weight and was holding out
until then to splurge. Some new boxers wouldn’t hurt though, maybe a couple
of T-shirts and a pair of jeans just so I could enjoy having lost this much
weight. And we did need lunch. At least at Palmer’s I could insist that the
kids ate a proper meal before their ice cream sundaes.

“Can we, Dad? Please?” Lynn judged her moment and widened her eyes.

Half an hour later I slumped into a chair in Palmer’s café and made a mental
note to never take the kids clothes shopping with me again. I was wearing my
new, scratchy clothes at Lynn’s insistence and to Andrew’s apparent relief.
The sales assistant had bitten his lip and maintained that snooty air when
he offered to cut the price tags off for me. But I’m sure there was more
than professional interest when he eyed the fit of my new jeans.

I couldn’t let my panic surface with the kids there, but I’d been more
focused on getting away from the department, and the assistant, than arguing
with the kids’ selections. So I was now wearing boxers with cute kittens on,
which at least no one could see, and a T-shirt proclaiming that I was “Hot
Stuff” -- both Lynn’s choices. The kittens I could understand but the
T-shirt? Apparently it was her favorite color and the flames were neat.

“I should have worn your T-shirt,” I muttered to Andrew when Lynn bounced
off to wash her hands. A nice airplane on a sky blue background would have
been much less conspicuous and no one would have to know about the matching
plane-spotted boxers.

“Maybe it’ll shrink in the wash.” Andrew eyed the garish T-shirt without
much hope. “Or you could spill something on it. At least you don’t look like
you’re homeless now.”

“What?” I glared at my son. I hadn’t looked that bad had I? My old clothes
were clean and in good condition, just a couple of sizes too big. I might
have overslept this morning and not had time to shave, but that didn’t make
me look like I was living rough, did it?

“Come on, Dad, you’ve got to have looked in a mirror.” Andrew rolled his
eyes at me with one of those flashes of adulthood that twelve-year-olds
display. “You’ve lost weight and all. Your old clothes hang off you and look
so bad it’s embarrassing.”

“Oh?” I was embarrassing my kids by wearing baggy clothes? That had
potential, I’d always looked forward to that time when I’d be the one doing
the embarrassing rather than on the receiving end.

Lynn came back then and interrupted the moment. I let her monologue about
which ice cream sundae to have wash over me as I contemplated the
possibilities for parental revenge on my kids. 

Zom-Rom-Com Whazzit Now?!




That`s generally the first thing I hear when I tell folks I write zombie romantic comedy as well as standard rom-com. I can just imagine what my books do to some people’s well-defined literary and genre structure.


“But I can`t even think of what genre her work falls under! It must be a horror book, it has zombies!”

“But no, it has comedy and romance, therefore and ergo, it must be a Rom-Com.”

“Yes, but it also has gay men doing wicked and saucy things! It must be gay erotica!”


Many people will smile as if they know what I`m talking about while others, the more direct ones, will ask me what the flying *#*# I`m smoking. I`ve even had folks inform me that there is no way a story with zombies can or should be funny or romantic. I disagree.

Who says a zombie story can`t be funny? Where is it written that you can`t laugh at the undead? Did anyone inform the directors of Shaun of the Dead and Zombieland about this unwritten law barring comedy from zombie stories?

And who the heck says that romance can`t be found in a zombie story? Has anyone seen Warm Bodies since it came out, or read the book? I personally feel that any story benefits from a touch of romance and that extends to my zom-rom-com books. Toss in the added goodness of gay partners being the lead and you can really throw some people into a tizzy!

Yes, you have to walk a sometimes very fine line because we are dealing with a rather squicky subject matter. The undead can be rather unattractive, and we don`t need to dwell on their rather funky body odor. Also, they do tend to be somewhat discourteous at the dining table. But, who is to say that all zombies have to be so culturally deplorable?

If you look at my two leading men in the Two Guys novellas, you won`t find anything icky or remotely squicky about Paul and Gordon.  Oh no, those two are hot as hell and nary a groan or moan escapes their lips unless they`re wound in each other arms. Are my leading men zombies then you may be asking? Well, sort of but not exactly. They still have their looks, wit, and libido so they`re not the typical infected walking dead that you`d expect. What they are is two men deeply in love, carrying a possible secret inside them that just might save humanity.

Hopefully you`re as interested in a funny, sexy romp through the world of the shambling undead as I am! You can find the first part of Paul and Gordon`s story, Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse, in the anthology He Loves Me For My Brainsss, available now from Torquere Press. I`ve signed a contract for the first of three proposed Two Guys novellas with Torquere Press, so it shouldn`t be too long for the next installment in my zom-rom-com tale to be released.

            If you`d like to grab a copy of He Loves Me For My Brainsss, here`s the buy link-


For those of you who are still on the fence, how about a wee whistle whetter from the first novella that started it all? Here`s a small bit of fun with Paul and Gordon when they encounter their first wave of zombies in a Do-It-Yourself Depot store.


*****



“I`m leaving the cart here,” Gordon whispered. A small brown sparrow flew down at us then swooped out the open door. That was a prudent thought since the doorway was blocked. I nodded in agreement then we approached the handcart with our shovels held in a defensive manner.

“Is that blood?” Gordon inquired as we neared the cart. “Shit, Paul, I think that`s blood.”
My fingers tightened on my spade. Yes, I know a shovel and a spade aren`t the same thing. Fucking sue me. I was mildly freaked out to see the splash of red covering the park bench boxes.
“I`m choosing to think that it`s redwood stain for the moment,” I whispered while placing a foot onto the cart. It dipped precariously and I quickly got both feet up to stabilize things. I craned my neck out, trying to grab a peek around the jammed door. Gordon stepped onto the cart, the handle of his shovel planted into my lower lumbar.

“It doesn`t look like stain,” he said.
“We`ll worry about that later,” I hissed, forcing the issue from my mind. Sometimes that`s a very effective way of dealing with unpleasant things. Gordon has pointed out, more times than is actually needed in my humble,  that all I need do is add ‘Fiddle-Dee-Dee’ onto the end of my refusal to ponder upsetting ideas. Personally I tend to envision myself more as Ashley Wilkes than Miss O’Hara. Gowns made out of drapes don`t look good on me. Don`t ask how I know that.
“It`s stain. Now, let`s just focus on finding the drunk and lending Rusty a hand, shall we?!”I sounded tarter than I had intended and quickly whispered an apology.

Gordon shuffled behind me, his weight now shifting forward as he too tried to peer around the stalled door. We both jerked backwards when something flew past us. It was not a sparrow of that I was sure. It sailed right under our noses and hit one of three neatly stacked half wooden barrels with a splat. Eyes round as saucers I saw it was a severed human hand missing the thumb. Gordon`s pleasant weight left my back instantly as my mind tried to decide if I should scream or vomit.

Bile rose up the back of my esophagus. Vomiting had won it seemed. Swallowing like a hippopotamus with a soccer ball stuck in its throat, I danced backwards, stumbling from the cart in reverse. Gordon shouted. I whirled around, spade trembling wildly, to see a heavy-set woman pawing my man. I knew who she was. It was Ruth, the effervescent older woman who sometimes meets shoppers with a smile and a free cup of coffee in the vestibule. Yes, I know her name as well. Get over it. Gordon`s eyes were wide, his hand was wound in her tousled hair as he struggled to get away from the hussy.



Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Author Extras: The Shroud Eaters by Alyx Shaw

The Shroud Eaters by Alyx Shaw

Non GLBT

In this day of modern health and sanitation, few consider vampires more than
a charming myth, a sexy little fantasy for when we are home and safe, and
the street lamps and house lights keep away the night. But what happens
when the lights fail, and old horrors rise from the grave to show they are
no myth?

Deirdre has been a vampire since the 1600s, has seen a lot of history and
knows quite a bit about her own species as well. She knows that there are
many more types of vampires than the ones seen in movies and on TV. The
modern version of the vampire is not an accurate one, and she also knows
that being a vampire herself doesn't keep her safe from her own kind. A
whisper in a graveyard, a shuffling footstep outside the door, the low,
steady droning moan of the mindless undead are all warnings. For centuries
she has managed to stay safe, but when she chances to meet a vampire of her
own century, she is unaware that a monster is on his trail.

And now that monster is seeking her as well…

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Author Extra:

The town of Cumberland is my hometown where I grew up, and while it may not
be full of vampires, it is certainly full of ghosts and history, and the
tales told by the characters within the book are the tales as I heard them
growing up, and the cemeteries visited are still there, as are the lake and
the houses. The lake is an eerie place, and at night on perfectly still and
silent evenings it will crash as if there is a great storm. Just outside the
town proper, where once stood one of the largest Chinatowns in North
America, there are now silent fields, the houses sunk into the boggy ground.

Of the three houses I lived in when I was growing up in Cumberland, not one
was ghost free. The house on Penrith Avenue gave me relentless nightmares
about men in stovepipe hats dragging my mother to the clay basement. On
Dunsmuir Avenue, I was often too terrified to go to the bathroom at night,
as the house was frequently alive (unalive?) with spectral cats. To this day
I can clearly see then, utterly silent, dodging under furnishings and
vanishing. But the most frightening house was on Sutton Road. Stephen King
could not have created a better haunted house. It was small, built around
the 1920s, and the backyard, I kid you not, was a swamp. Three feet from my
back door was marsh water and skunk cabbage, and, oh yeah, mint. If mint tea
was your thing, you could harvest forty pounds of organic in about 20
minutes. But at night it was dead silent and dark and you could not help but
remember the last inhabitant of that cute little house died there, alone.
And you can’t help but believe in ghosts when something from under your bed
pulls your blankets off in the middle of the night. 

I don’t care if skeptics don’t believe in ghosts. I don’t believe in
skeptics. Ghosts? Oh yeah. Big time.

New Release Day


Jobless in January: Johnny Smith
By: Mara Ismine
316 pages / 95000 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-439-6
$7.99
Buy Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=96&products_id=3824
Blurb:
Johnny has spent thirty-two years trying to do what’s expected of him. When he finds himself divorced, overweight, living with his parents again, and losing the job he’s had since leaving school, it’s the wake-up call he needs to start taking charge of his life. It's time to do what he wants -- if only he can figure out just what that is.
Choosing to go looking for his brother Joey, who he hasn't seen or spoken to for eight years, he follows a postmark on a Christmas card to the seaside town of Anwell-by-Sea. Joey isn't that difficult to find and comes complete with boyfriend Dave, Dave's Uncle Ed, and a rather large and very bad tempered arsehole called Charlie.
Johnny is happy to find Joey and enjoys meeting Dave and Uncle Ed; but he's pretty glad to see the back of Charlie. Despite Charlie being an unpleasant git, Johnny can't wait to get back to Anwell-by-Sea with his kids for an Easter break, and maybe he can make some progress on his to-do list by then, too.

Fruity on the Inside
By: G.R. Richards
25 pages / 6400 words
$2.49
Buy Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=96&products_id=3821
Blurb:
As the Valentine's window display competition approaches, Trent hires Jonathan to pretty up his optical shop. Jonathan is a student from the local Arts and Design College, and he's not shy about showing the world he's gay. Trent hates to admit it, but guys like that make him uncomfortable. Clearly, Jonathan doesn't care what other people think. He's also damn good at calling a stranger's bluff. Jonathan can tell that Trent is just like his candy-covered berries: dark chocolate on the outside, fruity on the inside. But will he discover Trent's kinks in time for Valentine's Day?

Raspberry Truffle, a Torquere Menage
By: Anna Bayes
13 pages / 3700 words
$1.99
Buy Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=96&products_id=3822
Blurb:
When Melissa's lover, Lawrence, throws a sex party at his mansion, the only clue to each room's theme is the offering of chocolate at the door, each more enticing than the last. The final room isn't for just any guest, but for Melissa alone. What secret surprise does Lawrence have in store for her in the room with the raspberry truffle?

Sweets for the Sweet
By: Kit Dickson and Kat Davidson
21 pages / 5600 words
$2.49
Buy Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=96&products_id=3823
Blurb:
As teenagers, Joshua and Ian thought they were inseparable -- until Josh’s family sent him off to military school. After years apart, the pair are reunited at last, but things quickly spiral out of control as both men struggle with their feelings towards one another and Joshua's PTSD.
New From Prizm Books...

The Shroud Eaters
By: Alyx J Shaw

240 pages / 71000 words
$6.99
Buy Link: http://www.prizmbooks.com/zencart/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=1&products_id=54
Blurb:
In this day of modern health and sanitation, few consider vampires more than a charming myth, a sexy little fantasy for when we are home and safe, and the street lamps and house lights keep away the night. But what happens when the lights fail, and old horrors rise from the grave to show they are no myth?
Deirdre has been a vampire since the 1600s, has seen a lot of history and knows quite a bit about her own species as well. She knows that there are many more types of vampires than the ones seen in movies and on TV. The modern version of the vampire is not an accurate one, and she also knows that being a vampire herself doesn't keep her safe from her own kind. A whisper in a graveyard, a shuffling footstep outside the door, the low, steady droning moan of the mindless undead are all warnings. For centuries she has managed to stay safe, but when she chances to meet a vampire of her own century, she is unaware that a monster is on his trail.
And now that monster is seeking her as well…
Coming Next Week...
Trace Evidence by Alexa Snow

Dragon Bound by JB McDonald

Tales of Leather (BDSM) Sips:

Tanny and the Cage by Sean Michael
Belladonna by T. Strange

On Sale This Week

This week we have books by Mara Ismine and Prizm titles, on sale for 20% off.

Check them out!

How long does it take to write a novel?

Hello there, I'm Mara Ismine and this is my first time here on the Romance for the Rest of Us blog. Today I'm celebrating the release of my second novel!


Blurb: Johnny has spent thirty-two years trying to do what was expected of him. When he finds himself divorced, overweight, living with his parents again, and losing the job he’s had since leaving school, it’s the wake-up call he needs to start taking charge of his life. It's time to do what he wants -- if only he could figure out just what that is.

Choosing to go looking for his brother Joey, who he hasn't seen or spoken to for eight years, he follows a post mark on a Christmas card to the seaside town of Anwell-by-Sea. Joey isn't that difficult to find and comes complete with boyfriend Dave, Dave's Uncle Ed, and a rather large and very bad tempered arsehole called Charlie.

Johnny is happy to find Joey and enjoys meeting Dave and Uncle Ed; but he's pretty glad to see the back of Charlie. Despite Charlie being an unpleasant git, Johnny can't wait to get back to Anwell-by-Sea with his kids for an Easter break, and maybe he can make some progress on his to-do list by then, too.

Check it out here
 
***

"Jobless in January: Johnny Smith" has been a long time reaching this point. Way back in 2009 I wanted to write about some characters with ordinary names and what could be more ordinary than the surname Smith?

For National Novel Writing Month in November I wrote a short story about Joe Smith and Dave Jones. Joe had a brother, John, who wanted his story told as well. (Johnny doesn’t like to be called John because he was teased at school about being bitter – his name is the same as a well known UK beer – but he refused to change his name to something less alcoholic.)

So as soon as I finished Joe's short story I started on Johnny's longer story thinking it'd be maybe a novella or a short novel. It rapidly passed the novella stage and slid past the short novel length with the end still a long way off. I wasn't sure that Johnny's tale should be that long and so he moved into the black hole otherwise known as my Work In Progress folder for a couple of years.

November 2011 came around and I couldn't think of anything inspiring to write for National Novel Writing Month and I decided to cheat by dragging Johnny out of hibernation and finishing his story. (You are supposed to start something new for NaNoWriMo not continue something in progress or write a sequel with familiar settings and characters.)

By mid-November I had a complete first draft of the novel, and a short story sequel, and needed something else to write for the rest of the month. Johnny went back in the WIP folder for editing after November. Another NaNoWriMo 'rule' is that you don't edit anything in November as it stops you writing and reaching the magic 50K target.

Johnny languished in the WIP folder for most of 2012 with sporadic attempts to edit the manuscript into something readable. I was firmly into 'this isn’t good enough' which is a phase that most writers suffer from, usually when the manuscript is around the three-quarter point rather than complete. My faithful beta-reader had enjoyed the tale of Johnny's ordinary life, but I needed more reassurance. Was Johnny too ordinary? Was he too British? A burst of desperation had me begging the wonderful Eden Winters to read through and tell me what she thought: should I carry on with the edits or just stuff Johnny back in the WIP folder?

Eden sent Johnny back with encouraging words, and hours and hours worth of comments, corrections, and reminders of things I should already know but had forgotten. I got back to work on implementing those before the negative thoughts could take over again and finally had a manuscript fit for submission - and the rest is history.

Thanks again, Eden, for taking so much time to sort me and Johnny out! Why not pop over to the Torquere site and check out Eden Winters' wonderful books? Here

Johnny will be my first print release with Torquere and that is even more exciting. The ebook is available now and the print version will come out later this year.

To celebrate I'm offering a copy of the ebook to one lucky commenter. I'll leave this open until next Wednesday 6th March and all you need do is say hello and leave a contact email to be in with a chance of winning.

And the answer to that title question:  How long does it take to write a novel? That would be about half the time it takes to edit it into shape once written!

Happy March to all
Mara

Monday, February 25, 2013

Meme Monday: Favorite TV Show

What is your favorite TV show to watch?

Coming This Week

Coming on Wednesday:

Fruity on the Inside by GR Richards (Short Story, M/M)
Jobless in January: Johnny Smith by Mara Ismine (Novel, M./M)
Raspberry Truffle by Anna Bayes (Short Story, M/M/F)
Sweets for the Sweet by Kit Dickson and Kat Davidson (Short Story, M/M)
The Shroud Eaters by Alyx J Smith (Prizm novel)

Review Round-Up January 12 - February 24, 2013

Enjoy the latest Review Round-Up for Torquere & Prizm.  As always if you have a review we have missed please comment with the link so everyone can see it in addition to these.

Fallen Angel Reviews

Changing Jamie by Dakota Chase 

Joyfully Jay Reviews

Ink Anthology edited by M. Rode 
Ricochet by BA Tortuga 
The Dragon and His Knight by M. Raiya 

The Armchair Reader

Wrapped Up With Tinsel by Kanata Pierre 
Santa's Naughty Helper by Ari McKay 
Sparks by Tory Temple 
Caribbean Blues by Ari McKay

Love Romances & More

This Time of Year by Missouri Dalton 
Dragon Touched by JB McDonald

Literary Nymphs Reviews

What She Wants by BA Tortuga 
Adding to the Collection by BA Tortuga 
Beaten by Sean Michael 
Charming Monsters by Kannan Feng 
Sweet Cherry by Sean Michael

Mrs. Condit Reads Reviews

Heaven Sent by Sean Michael
Sweet as Chili Pepper by Veronica Sloane 
White Flag by Mel Spenser 
Charming Monsters by Kannan Feng 
My Sunrise by Ava Kelly 
When the World Was a Blank Page by Veronica Sloane 
Beaten by Sean Michael 
Ricochet by BA Tortuga 
Sharing Tomorrow by Michael Barnette 
Roman Dream by Vic Winter (posting 2/26)
Scarlet Blade by Jez Morrow (posting 2/26)
Outcast by Alex Douglas (posting 2/28)


Rainbow Book Reviews

When the World Was a Blank Page by Veronica Sloane 
My Sunrise by Ava Kelly 
Ricochet by BA Tortuga 
Fair Catch by Del Darcy 
Absolute Virgin by G.R. Richards 
Sharing Tomorrow by Michael Barnette 
Lust and Skin by Jamie Lowe 
Table 26 by Kanata Pierre 
Sweet Cherry, a Hammer story by Sean Michael 
Trick and Treat by Rob Rosen 
The Family You Choose by Ellen Bishop 
Truffles and Leather by Winnie Jerome 
Chocolate Coated Reunion by Berengaria Brown 
Fifty Gays of Shade edited by Kiernan Kelly 
Coming Home by Missouri Dalton 
Silent One by Kari Jo Spear

Confessions from Romaholics

A Watched Demon Always Boils by Katherine Halle 
Bonus by Liam Grey 
Luck in the Making by Kelly Wyre 
Moon Shadows by Neena Jaydon 
Popping the Cork by Julia Talbot 
Picking Up the Pieces by Mychael Black 
Swing Shift by H.J. Raine 
Want, Love, Need by Mike Shade 
Winter's Knight by H.J. Raine & Kelly Wyre

Long and Short Reviews

Shot in the Dark by H.J. Raine & Kelly Wyre 
Life on the Land by Vic Winter 
Masks Off Anthology edited by M. Rode 
The Secret to a Perfect Latke by Foxglove Lee 
Water Seekers by Michelle Rode 
Sugar Bush by Giselle Renarde 
Couched as a Question by Jane Davitt 
Biker Moon by BA Collins 
Nothing Better than Fine Leather by Katherine Halle 
Bindings by Lucius Parhelion 
Touch of Leather by Lorne Rodman 
Dead Cow Pants by Julia Talbot 
Heaven's Heretics by Katheryn Scannell 
Dapper Gentlemen by J. Rocci 
In His Corner by Charlie Cochet 
Slow Awakening by M. Raiya 
A Most Unusual Courtship by Nancy M Griffis 
Dromos by G. Arden O'feden 
The Wishing Book of Barnaby Sloan by Jenna Jones
Steam Heat by Ari McKay 
The Grass is Greener by Winnie Jerome 
Leather and Newfound Land by CB Conwy 
Delicious Smelling Leather Wallet by Dakota Dawn

Top 2 Bottom Reviews

Table 26 by Kanata Pierre 
Sweet Cherry by Sean Michael 

Sizzling Hot Books

The Dragon and his Knight by M. Raiya

Joyfully Reviewed

Emerging Magic by Angela Benedetti


Brief Encounters

Sweet as Chili Pepper by Veronica Sloane 
Knot in Your String by Kayla Bain-Vrba 
When the World Was a Blank Page by Veronica Sloane 
Ricochet by BA Tortuga 
The Dragon and His Knight by M. Raiya 
The Baby New Year by Rob Rosen 
Absolute Virgin by G.R. Richards 
Table 26 by Kanata Pierre 
Lusting Skin by Jamie Lowe 
Charming Monsters by Kannan Feng 
My Sunrise by Ava Kelly 
Oliver's Leather Adventure by Serena Yates 
Dapper Gentlemen by J. Rocci 
Home Fires by BA Tortuga 
The Family You Choose by Ellen Bishop 
Sharing Tomorrow by Michael Barnette 
Taking a Chance by A. Catherine Noon & Rachel Wilder 
Slayer by Pelaam 
Trick & Treat by Rob Rosen

Tam Reads, Writes & Rambles

Twice-Caught by Syd McGinley

Manic Readers Reviews

Wicked Gift by Sean Michael 
Gravity, a Hammer novel by Sean Michael
Switch, a Hammer novel by Sean Michael
Table 26 by Kanata Pierre

Hearts on Fire Reviews

Mannies Incorporated by Sean Michael 
Bindings by Lucius Parhelion 
The Dragon and His Knight by M. Raiya 
Sweet as Chili Pepper by Veronica Sloane 
The One That Gave by TC Blue 
Delicious Smelling Leather Wallet by Dakota Dawn 
I Hate Love by Foxglove Lee 
The Family You Choose by Ellen Bishop 
Caribbean Blues by Ari McKay


Elisa Rolle

Silent One by Kari Jo Spear 
Happy Halloween by Missouri Dalton


Blog Critics Book Reviews

Fair Catch by Del Darcy 
Silent One by Kari Jo Spear

Affair de Coure Magazine

Under His Wings
Anna Bayes
Torquere Press 
ebook
January 2013
*****


Bonnie met Matt in her coffee shop. She immediately becomes his lover but has only one problem. Matt is also lovers with Sean. After a long while during the new year the three finally meet and ring in the new year the right way.

This is a well done short. It is well paced and the story is not too much for the short page count. The manage element is also well done with the bisexual element.

Lenore Lovecraft


A knot in your string
Kayla Bain-Vrba
torquere press
ebook
January 2013
*****

Wyatt cannot produce an album to save his soul. He has lost his inspiration for love songs. In comes Bryce his old touring mate who might be able to teach him about love songs and love itself.
The record company just might have played cupid for this new year romance if Wyatt can give up his no string attached attitude toward love.

This is well done. There is a perfect mix of sentiment and sensuality. The pair of men are well developed and the story has just enough in it to be balanced.

Lenore Lovecraft


Sweet as Chili Pepper 
Veronica Sloane 
Torquere Press Publishers 
ebook
ISBN: 978-1-61040-415-0 
January 2013 
****1/2

Theo had a car fall on him and is lacking his zest for life. He can no longer smell or taste. In walks Jude into the diner and into Theo's life. Along the shared ride to New York they make a connection niether will forget.

This was a well done story. The pacing was perfect and the story itself was touching. Perhaps the best feature of it was the randomness of the reunion. As a fortune teller myself the tarot reader got me. It seems the only part that I could have done without is the part where he meets up with his ex and is all happy. 

Lenore Lovecraft