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M/M Submission Calls

Calling all authors out there. Here’s a few recent m/m romance submission calls I’ve been asked to pass on. Happy writing! :)

Torquere Press

There’s something about mythology from all cultures that captures everyone’s imaginations, so snuggle up by the fire and tell us a mythological tale — with a Torquere twist! For our Mythologically Torqued  2015 anthology, we’re looking for fully realized, romantic LGBT mythological tale interpretations. Make us laugh, make us cry, or surprise us and make us glow with happy endings!

Please send your 3000 -10,000 word submissions to submissions@torquerepress.com with “Mythologically Torqued” and your story title in the subject field. Please see our general submissions guidelines for formatting etc. Deadline for submission is February 15, 2015; all submissions will be held and reviewed after the deadline.

Totally Bound

MM Contemporary

Calling all Male/Male authors. Totally Bound Publishing are currently seeking contemporary Male/Male erotic romance stories in any sub-genre. 10-100k word count please. Series or serials are also welcomed. Send your submission, synopsis and series outline, if applicable, to submissions@totallybound.com.

MM BDSM Submission Call

Daring Doms and seductive subs are the order of the day. Totally Bound Publishing are currently acquiring MM stories of any length in the BDSM genre, so get those characters scening and those whips whipping, ready for all your readers to become voyeurs and experience the life-changing journeys of your most passionate characters. Series or serials are also welcomed. Send your submission, synopsis and series outline, if applicable, to submissions@totallybound.com.

 

 

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Interview with Renae Kaye

Thanks for joining us today, Renae. We are excited to have you here as you celebrate the upcoming release of your new book. Safe In This Arms sounds fabulous!

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RENAE:  Hi, Nic!  Thanks for inviting me.  I’m always glad to drop by and say hello to my favourite friends.  People may not realize it, but I think you were one of the first of my Facebook friends.  NR Walker introduced us when I timidly set up my account and whispered to the world, “Hello, World.  My name is Renae Kaye.  I’m going to be a published author.”

Since then, you’ve been a fantastic friend, supporter, cheerer, sympathetic ear and helper.  So thank you.

NIC: Aww… it’s my pleasure to count you as a friend <3

This book sounds like a bit of a departure from your usual comedic style. Can you tell us a bit about the mood of the book?

RENAE:  Oh, yes.  There is an amusing story about that.  You see, I had this radical idea to write a series of short stories.  They weren’t to be romances – just brief erotic encounters.  I even named my working document “Encounters.”  I wrote what turned out to be chapter one of the book – a man, showering alone late at night in a public shower, when he meets a younger man and they hook up.

But at the end of the chapter, I sat back and couldn’t contain my curiosity at what I had written.  Why was Casey in the shower rooms at that time of night, staring at himself in the mirror?  Why was Lon living in a caravan park, despite having a decent paying job?

In my attempt to write erotic, I’d ended up with mysterious, and my writer brain needed to explore that.  I just kept telling myself “one more chapter…”

Don’t worry – the humour is there too.  This is a Renae Kaye novel, you can’t NOT have humour.  It’s just darker than anything I’ve written before.

NIC: The Australian mines sound like a truly unique setting for a m/m romance. What inspired you to venture to the mines?

RENAE:  The story isn’t actually set in the mines, it’s set in Perth.  I guess the blurb is a little ambiguous about that. Sorry.  Lon works as a FIFO miner – which is a Fly In Fly Out worker.  He is flown to the mines in Newman for four weeks, working 28 days without a break, then home again for two weeks.  He is away for long stretches of time, which plays into the relationship between the guys.

In Perth, FIFO is a way of life.  There is an estimation of 60,000 FIFO workers in Western Australian mines.  That’s a lot of people to be flying around the state and a lot of people who work away from home.

Since I set all my stories in my hometown, I thought I would be fun to accurately reflect our population.  And you know me – I like to write about the guy you meet on the street.  In Perth, you would be hard-pressed to find someone who isn’t FIFO, or related to a FIFO worker, or knows a FIFO worker, or works in an industry that supports the FIFO workers.

NIC: Can you share any secrets about Lon and Casey?

Answer:  I love Lon.  He’s big.  He’s hairy.  He’s big… **blush** all over.  One of my favourite paragraphs from the book?  (Remembering Lon lives in a caravan park)

“Knock, knock! Lon? Are you there? I’m announcing my presence with a fifty-piece band.” Casey’s voice brought a smile to his face and Lon stuck his head out the caravan door.

“Are you alone?”

“What? Of course I am. Was I supposed to bring someone?”

“No. But if you had someone with you then I would need to chuck some clothes on before I let you come in.”

There was a pause before Casey almost shrieked, “You’re naked?”

“Yes, and now all my neighbors know that as well. Thank you for telling them all.”

You see, Lon is not enamored with wearing clothes all the time.  So Casey has to maintain some control around him.

“Good morning, merry sunshine. How do you like your eggs?”

Casey sat up and scratched at the peach fuzz that tried to come through on his face every night. “You’re cooking me eggs?” No one had ever bothered to do that for him before.

“Yep. And bacon and toast if you want them. Are you a vegetarian?”

Casey smirked at the sight of a naked Lon cooking for him, and stared at his cock resting closer to the caravan stove than he would like. “No. I definitely like my meat.”

NIC: It’s been a big year for you with so many wonderful books released. Congratulations! So what’s next? Do you have any more stories coming up for your readers?

Renae:  OMG!  Hasn’t it been a big year?  Completely beyond my wildest dreams.  But thank you.  I’ve worked hard and I’m hoping to retire next month…. NO!  Joking!

I’m actually working on edits for a new story coming in February 2015.  If Safe in His Arms is a darker-than-my-usual, then Shawn’s Law is so light and fluffy it is on its way to the moon.  Get ready for comedy in that one people.

NIC: Thanks for joining us and good luck with your release.

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Dreamspinner pre-order:  http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5736

Amazon pre-order:  http://www.amazon.com/Safe-His-Arms-Renae-Kaye-ebook/dp/B00PNPOPP8/

The Blurb

 In the late-night quiet of the caravan park shower room, Lon Taylor washes away the filth of the Western Australian mines. He’s not looking for anyone, but when Casey offers, Lon doesn’t turn him down.

Welcoming the young man in his big, hairy arms, Lon provides a safety to Casey that he has never known, and Casey wants to stay forever. Still reeling from the breakup of his family years ago, Lon’s not sure he’s ready for the responsibility of the comfort and security Casey craves.

But perhaps Lon can risk opening his heart again and hoping for a brighter future. Casey has some pretty big skeletons in his past to deal with. And Lon wonders what Casey will do when he finds out how badly Lon failed at protecting the ones he loved eight years ago.

How to contact Renae:

Email:  renaekaye@iinet.net.au

Website:  www.renaekaye.weebly.com

FB:  www.facebook.com/renae.kaye.9

Twitter:  @renaekkaye

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Day at a Time by Nic Starr

*** Warning…the following post is shameless self promotion :) ***

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Have you checked out out my latest novella which was released on 29th October?  

It’s had some great reviews.

The Blurb

Sean Vargos is quiet, well respected, and dedicated to his job. But Dave Simpson sees Sean as more than a coworker. He’s fought his attraction to Sean for months but can’t get him out of his thoughts.

They tentatively embark on a relationship, but Sean isn’t all that he seems. He struggles to put his past behind him and overcome his fears.

Dave, with his good looks and open nature, accepts that sometimes Sean’s doubts get the better of him and he runs. Dave just wants the chance to show Sean he can be trusted and the past doesn’t have to dictate their future.

Reviews

4 stars from Tams at MM Good Book Reviews (review link)

4 out of 4 stars from Multitasking Mommas (review link)

4 stars from Michelle at Joyfully Jay (review link)

4 stars from Devan at Nautical Star Books (review link)

4.5 stars from Taz at The Novel Approach (review link)

I’d like to say a big thanks to all who have reviewed.

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Excerpt and Giveaway!! And Then That Happened by Liam Livings

 

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And Then That Happened

by

Liam Livings

Publisher: Love Lane Books

The Blurb:

Should you settle for a nearly perfect happiness or put your heart on the line for more?

It’s 1999 and 28-year-old Dominic’s carefully planned suburban life with his boyfriend Luke is perfect. His job as a nurse, his best friend Matt, his relationship with his parents, everything is just right. He and Luke have been together ten years, seen each other through friends’ deaths and their parents’ ups and downs, and even had a commitment ceremony.

Gabe isn’t happy with his boyfriend, but he stays with him, because, well it’s complicated.

Fate throws Gabe into Dominic’s life. And then that happened. Gabe’s open relationship, impulsive nature, enthusiasm for life and straight talking advice are fascinating to Dominic. They’re friends, they click over a shared love of Goldie Hawn and Gabe shows Dominic there can be more to life than planned and safe. So why can’t he take his own advice?

And Then That Happened is about finding a new kind of happiness, even when what you have is already perfect. And how sometimes perfect isn’t quite what it seems.

Excerpt:

Gabe and Dominic discuss their past love lives after going to a concert together 

Lying on twin beds, we compared notes on our favourite bits of the concert, sipping hot chocolate from the room’s store. Gabe said he couldn’t believe I’d never been to a concert before.
I said there were lots of things I’ve never done before. Gabe lay on his bed, arms behind his head, smiling at me.
‘I wish I’d tried a few more things, a few more men, before Luke,’ I said quietly. ‘You did, you’ve got more than your fair share of men during your early twenties.’
‘And before,’ he replied.
‘I can’t shake this feeling I’ve missed out on so much. Missed something which, for so many gay guys, is such an important part of coming out, growing up gay.’
‘You must have had your reasons why you didn’t.’
‘Course I did. I was scared, scared of all the people around me dying. And I’d met Luke, and he was nice to me, so…’
‘…you stayed together.’
‘Yeah, weeks became months, months years, and before I knew it, we’d been together a third of my life.’
‘I didn’t really think about it at the time, it wasn’t an experience, I was just living my life, being me, meeting people, seeing what happened. Same as you I suppose, only none of the people I met, stuck, so I moved onto the next one. It’s no better or worse, just different.’
‘You would say that, though, wouldn’t you?’
‘I don’t have anything to compare it to, so I don’t know.’
‘I just feel like I’ve missed out on so much, from being scared to try things.’
‘But it doesn’t matter if in the end, you’re happy.’ He paused. ‘You are happy aren’t you?’
I picked up my book and started to read. Gabe sat on the bed next to me, stroking my arm slowly. I put the book down and lay on my side, tears making the pillow damp, I felt Gabe lay behind me, his arm around my waist; we lay like spoons, fully clothed as he turned the light off.

 

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Author Bio:

Eight things about Liam Livings, one is untrue, can you guess which one?

  1. He lives, with his partner, where east London ends and becomes nine-carat-gold- highlights-and-fake-tan-west-Essex.
  2. He was born in Hampshire with two club feet (look it up, it’s not nice) and problem ears, needing grommets: this meant he was in plaster from toe to groin until he was two, and had to swim with a cap and olive oil soaked lamb’s wool over his ears – olive oil bought from a health food shop, before it was sold by supermarkets.
  3. He started writing when he was 14: sat in French lessons during a French exchange trip, for want of anything better to do, he wrote pen portraits about his French exchange’s teachers. He wrote for his school’s creative writing magazine and still writes a diary every day.
  4. He grew up on the edge of the New Forest – not in the New Forest mind, but on the edge. Now it’s a national park, it’s so much more glamorous. He went to uni in London and never really left.
  5. One evening, flicking through the channels, he stumbled across the film, Saving Private Ryan, and it took twenty minutes of not seeing Goldie Hawn in an army uniform, before he realised it wasn’t actually the film, Private Benjamin.
  6. When not writing, he also enjoys baking.
  7. He avoided any sport at secondary school by having an orthodontist appointment between the age of 14 and 16, and when he was old enough to drive, just drove home instead of playing rugby/hockey/whatever.
  8. He is a car geek, his particular passion is old French classics, and his every day car is what is popularly referred to as a ‘hairdressers car’ a Mazda MX5 in powder blue – Muriel.

Email: liamlivings@gmail.com
Blog: http://www.liamlivings.com/blog
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/liam.livings
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LiamLivings
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7424798.Liam_Livings

 

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Blog Tour, Excerpt and Giveaway! Cranberry Pi by Lee Brazil

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Cranberry Pi

by

Lee Brazil

Publisher: Lime Time Press

Cover Artist: Laura Harner

Blurb:

As if starting a new job, picking up the reins of a disorganized former colleague, and moving back in with his parents while he saves for a down payment on a house of his own isn’t enough, Cecil Trace has just discovered that part of the Art Director’s job at the exclusive Linwood Academy is putting on a series of holiday pageants…with the first one celebrating Thanksgiving just three short weeks away.

He’s got enough on his hands getting reluctant students ready to wow their parents and the community with their brilliance, and preparing a holiday showing of his own artwork at a local gallery, he doesn’t need recalcitrant but brilliant math instructor Reese Cavelli arguing about every little detail.

While Reese understands the new Art Director’s urgency, he can’t allow Cecil to undermine his authority with the students. Reese can’t help being an ass to the new art director, and he knows in part his behavior is due to his own insecurities, but it’s also got a lot to do with the fact that the vibrant young artist is so damned sexy in his jeans and bohemian shirts. Every time he comes into contact with Cecil Trace, he finds himself

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Excerpt:

The store doors whooshed open and a wave of cold air enticed him inside. The silver gum wrapper nagged at the back of his mind, but he was determined. No more picking up after other people. Not after coming in early and staying late and spending all his planning periods cleaning up Torey Crowe’s disaster of a classroom over the last week.

Pulling out his smartphone, he called up a list of items he needed and swung a cart out of the corral. He knew the store like the back of his hand, but it seemed unusually crowded this Sunday. Ducking into an aisle to detour around a woman who appeared to have at least six two-year-olds in her charge, he nearly collided with another cart. Cursing, he veered to the left quickly. Too quickly as he wound up hitting a hanging display of sandwich containers in gaudy plastic colors.

“Fuck!” Instantly, he backed up a little and bent to retrieve the objects that had fallen from the display. Something rammed into his backside and sent him sprawling forward onto the dirty linoleum. “Fuck!” he snarled, catching himself with his hands and pushing upright.

“Oh, excuse me.”

The pleasant baritone irritated him even more, because it seemed familiar. Spinning about, he found himself face-to-face with the devil himself. Or temptation. The man who’d hit him with the shopping cart was stooping to pick up the sandwich containers, and Reese didn’t have a very clear view of him, but what he saw was enough to make his cheeks burn even brighter and his heart falter just a bit before racing.

Golden hair, in a long, straight sheet fell forward over his face, long…too long for a man, really. Reese tried to sneer, but his fingers twitched again, and he wanted to reach out and push that hair back behind the man’s ear to see what sort of face it hid. He had an impression of slenderness, caught a glimpse of faded denim, and a shirt that looked a hell of a lot like his sister’s baby doll pajamas before his cock swelled. Embarrassed, he jerked his own cart and trotted down the aisle. “Watch where you’re going!” he choked out, racing for the produce department.

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Author Bio:

Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it’s nevertheless one hundred percent true.

Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words.

Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don’t belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don’t fit?

Someone hands you a book, and then you turn the page and see… There you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you are…beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.

I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I write now. It’s why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it’s why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.

If I’d had my way, I’d have been a fencer…or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and I’ve come to realize that’s the best thing in the world to be, because as a writer, I can be all those things and more.

If I hadn’t learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college…teaching…or writing.

Author Contact:

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/lee.brazil

Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/leebrazilauthor

Twitter: @leebrazil

 

 

Tour Stops: November 21st

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Havan Fellows, Parker Williams, Hearts on Fire, Amanda C. Stone, Molly Lolly, Multitasking Mommas, Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, The Hat Party, Cathy Brockman Romances, MM Good Book Reviews, Regular Guys, Hot Romance, My Fiction NookBecause Two Men Are Better Than One, Fallen Angel Reviews, Cate Ashwood, Jade Crystal, Queer Town Abbey, LeAnn’s Book Reviews

 

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Guest Post ☞ Keira Andrews

Today we are thrilled to be joined by Keira Andrews to talk about the inspiration for her new historical romance, Semper Fi.

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Thanks so much for having me today to talk about my new historical romance! It’s a pleasure to be here.

A few years ago, my dad lent me a nonfiction book on the bitterly fought battle for Guadalcanal in the Pacific. As I read, I began to wonder about the Marines who fought there. Since I pretty much always have gay romance on the brain, I wondered if any of the Marines there were gay, and what their lives were like, and what they would have been like after the war. Thus, Semper Fi was born.

I was also greatly inspired by this picture:

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This evocative shot from the Korean War so eloquently shows the comradeship and tenderness that can exist between soldiers fighting and suffering together. I wanted to explore the evolution of a close friendship when two Marines fall in love. Intense bonds form in boot camp and foxholes in the heat of battle, but what happens to that relationship back in the real world?

And what happens when the love at the heart of a friendship blooms into something more? For me, an HEA is a necessity as a reader and a writer. What does happily ever after look like in 1948? Can two men have a life together and raise a family?

So many questions! I hope you’ll enjoy my answers in Semper Fi.

The war is over. The battle for love has just begun.

As Marines, Cal and Jim depended on each other to survive bloodshed and despair in the Pacific. Relieved to put the horrors of war behind him, Jim went home to his apple orchard and a quiet life with his wife and children. Knowing Jim could never return his forbidden feelings, Cal hoped time and an ocean between them would dull the yearning for his best friend.

But when Jim’s wife dies, Cal returns to help. He doesn’t know a thing about apple farming—or children—but he’s determined to be there for Jim, even as the painful torch he carries blazes back to life. Jim is grateful for his friend’s support as he struggles with buried emotions and dark wartime memories. Then Jim begins to see Cal in a new light, and their relationship deepens in ways neither expected. Can they build a life together as a family and find happiness in a world that would condemn them?

Discover how love finds a way in Semper Fi:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00OGTY67O

All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-semperfi-1674263-340.html

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1120558834

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id930202997

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/semper-fi-5

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/484996

Excerpt

1942

Bellowing black smoke in its wake, the train swayed as it crossed the Rappahannock River, the boisterous singing and chatter of the men inside muffling the creaking wood of the ancient cars. As Cal stumbled, a strong hand on his arm steadied him, and he smiled down at the man before flopping into the opposite seat. He held out a bottle. “Drink? It’s allegedly bourbon.”

A small smile lifted the man’s lips. “Sure.” He took the bottle and tipped it back. He tried to hide his grimace, but couldn’t quite. “I’ve never really liked the hard stuff.”

“Well, in defense of bourbon, this isn’t exactly Kentucky’s finest.” Cal peered out the window past the sleeping man beside him, who drooled against the streaked glass. The sun splashed orange across the horizon as it sank out of sight. “Hard to believe we’ll be in South Carolina in the morning. Assuming this dirty old pile of planks doesn’t disintegrate along the way.”

A pot-bellied stove in the middle of the train car belched, emitting only a small amount of heat in the January chill. Cal shivered against the competing drafts, wishing he’d brought a warmer jacket. But he supposed they’d all be trading their civvies for uniforms soon enough, and he’d yearn for the northern cold before too long.

“Let’s hope we’ll be shipping out in something a little sturdier,” the man said before passing the bottle to the recruit beside him, who stopped screeching an Irish sea shanty long enough to gulp down a quarter of the swill.

“I’m Cal, by the way.” Cal extended his hand. “Cal Cunningham.”

“Jim Bennett.”

If Jim noticed how smooth Cal’s palm was in comparison to his own, he didn’t let on. His neatly combed hair was a blond that probably lightened in the sun, and there was a general wholesomeness about him that indicated he spent significant time outside. Faded freckles dusted Jim’s pale skin, and he wore a blue button-front shirt that couldn’t match the brilliance of his eyes.

As most of the men around them launched into a recitation of a limerick about a man from Nantucket, a fresh waft of burning coal drifted on the air. Cal chuckled ruefully. “I think this is the Marine Corps’ way of telling us not to expect many creature comforts where we’re going.” He reclaimed the bottle and took another swig. “Where do you hail from?” he asked Jim.

“Outside a little place called Tivoli, New York.”

“We must have been on the same train down to DC. I’m from Manhattan.” Cal thought he’d gotten a good look at everyone, but he’d definitely remember handsome Jim Bennett with the blue eyes. “How far is Tivoli from the city?”

“About three hours or so.”

“Hey, we’re practically neighbors.”

Jim smiled. “I suppose so. I’ve never been out of the Hudson Valley before today.”

Cal laughed before realizing Jim was serious. He ran a hand through his thick hair. “Uh, so what do you do? No, no, let me guess. Farming.”

“Of a sort. My family owns an apple orchard. You?”

“I guess you could say I’m in the family business too. Truth is I don’t do much of anything.” He put a cigarette between his lips and offered the pack to Jim, who shook his head. Cal opened his lighter and struck a flame.

A few kerosene lamps shone through the car, casting shadows and light over the faces of the recruits. In the flickering glow, Jim’s expression was placid. He seemed to be waiting for Cal to say more.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Cal leaned forward in his seat, talking quietly in the cacophony surrounding them. “After Princeton, my father just assumed I’d come work for him. Gave me an office and everything. Great view of the Statue of Liberty, but I’ve never had much to do. He doesn’t trust me with anything important.”

Jim took this in. “What’s the business?”

“Banking.”

“You don’t mean…Cunningham Savings and Loan?”

“My father’s pride and joy. My grandfather came over from Scotland and built himself a little empire. I’m Calhoun Cunningham the third, so I guess one day it’ll all be mine.”

Shaking his head, Jim laughed incredulously. “Geez, couldn’t you have gotten a commission in the army or navy? How did you end up here?”

The wheels of the train shrieked as it rumbled south. Cal shrugged with a grin. “Couldn’t think of anything that would piss off the old man quite so much as enlisting in the Marines.”

Jim returned the smile. “I suppose that’s one reason for joining up.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for fighting for my country and destroying the forces of evil. What about you?” He sat back, inhaling a lungful of sweet smoke and relaxing against the seat.

“After the Japs hit Pearl Harbor, I enlisted as soon as I could. My father’s not doing very well these days, but my wife will look after him.

Disappointment flickered through Cal. Not that he expected clean-cut apple farmer Jim Bennett to be anything but a straight arrow. “Wife, huh? Did you get hitched before you left?”

“No, not long after high school. I took a few night classes at the local college and met Ann there. She worked at the café.” He opened his wallet and handed over a picture of a pretty brunette and a young girl. “My wife and my daughter, Sophie.”

“That’s a real nice family you’ve got. How old is she?” Cal pointed to the child.

“Two and a half. She was actually born on my twentieth birthday.” Jim gazed at the photo and smiled wistfully. “She’s my special girl.” He glanced around as another bawdy song began and tucked the picture away. “Are you married?”

Cal grinned. “Nope. In twenty-four years there hasn’t been a woman yet who’s been able to pin me down.” He didn’t add that there never would be.

The train shuddered alarmingly, wheels wailing as everyone held on. A recruit near the end of the car stood on his seat with arms out for balance.

“All right, boys. We’d better all sing this train along or we won’t live to see boot camp, let alone the war!” He launched into “Chattanooga Choo Choo” with a voice that wasn’t half bad.

As they joined in the chorus, Cal and Jim shared a smile.

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Keira Andrews author pic small_200x200After writing for years yet never really finding the right inspiration, Keira discovered her voice in gay romance, which has become a passion. She writes contemporary, historical, paranormal and fantasy fiction, and—although she loves delicious angst along the way—Keira firmly believes in happy endings. For as Oscar Wilde once said, “The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.” You can find out more about Keira and her books at her website, and on Facebook and Twitter.

 

 

 

 

 

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Release Day: Sleepwalking by Taylin Clavelli

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Synopsis

Devastated by loss, Matthew sleepwalks through life, existing but not living.

Can someone rescue him from his waking nightmare and help him to live again?

Buy the short story:

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Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00OJ31UYO/

Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00OJ31UYO/

WIP: http://www.waywardinkpublishing.com/product/sleepwalking-by-taylin-clavelli/

Excerpt

I stood there in the empty hallway, hearing nothing but the echoes of faraway voices as I faced the wall of fallen heroes. Looking upon his handsome face, he smiled into the camera, standing proud, his chest puffed out, showing off his uniform to its full potential. How I wished he were here now. Instead of just a photograph, with his badge below it.

Running the tips of my fingers over his outline, I remembered his strong muscles over my skin. How his body was so big he could totally encase me; it made me feel safe. How my splayed hand only covered half his shoulder. Hell, my thigh was the size of his bicep—and yet he handled me as though I was the most precious thing on earth, both in life and in bed.

I’d run my fingers through his cropped, straight black hair, scratching his scalp with my short nails, making him purr like a cat. He’d lower his lips to mine, devouring me before making passionate love to me. Even now, I can feel the strength of his body within me, and the feel of him between my thighs.

My heart ached. I couldn’t stop the tears. I couldn’t walk away. I stood, rooted to the spot, while all the stitches that held me together snipped open one by one, releasing all the memories, the pain.

“Sam,” I whispered, before I sank to the floor, sobbing.

About the author:

Taylin Clavelli lives in the United Kingdom, about 15 miles south of Birmingham, and a short journey from the world famous Cadbury’s Chocolate factory. She’s married with children and loves her family with all her heart.

Her love of books has been a long standing affair, with Taylin liking nothing better than to lose herself in an imaginary world.

Until she met Lily Velden, she never considered trying her hand at writing. However, after talking ideas, Lily encouraged her to put pen to paper—or rather, fingers to keyboard. Since, with a few virtual kicks in the right place, she hasn’t stopped. Her confidence eventually led to her writing an original work for submission.

Her first published work was Boys, Toys, and Carpet Fitters, developed for the Dreamspinner Press Anthology – Don’t Try This At Home.

Now she absolutely adores immersing herself into the characters she creates, and transferring the pictures in her brain to paper, finding it liberating, therapeutic, and wonderful.

Outside of writing, her interests include; martial arts (she’s a 2nd Degree Black Belt in Taekwon-do), horse-riding, all of which facilitates her love of a wide variety of movies. Her action heroes include Jet Li and Tony Jaa—finding the dedication these men have for their art combined with their skill both amazing and a privilege to watch. If pressed, she’ll admit to thinking that the screen entrance of Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow in the Pirates of the Caribbean – Curse of the Black Pearl, and Shadowfax in LOTR, to be the greatest screen entrances ever. Her all-time favorite movies are Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.

The simple things in life that make her day, putting a smile on her face are:

Laughter – especially that of her children.

The smell of lasagna cooking – it makes her mouth salivate.

The dawn chorus – no symphony ever written can beat the waking greetings of the birds.

Social links:

Website: http://www.taylinclavelli.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100005234535413

Twitter: https://twitter.com/taylinclavelli

More from Taylin Clavelli

Dakota Skies

Born in the wrong time…

In 1875 Dakota, Sheriff Jamie Carter has to hide his interest in men, even from his gutsy twin sister, Anna. On a good day, the truth can mean a bullet between the eyes, and on a bad, one in the back.

A man on a mission…

Jamie leaves Anna in charge of Blackrock and he hits the bounty hunting trail, along with his faithful equine companion, Houston. Five territories, scores of ‘Wanted’ posters, and many bullets later, his path unexpectedly converges with that of enigmatic loner, Kit Brooks.

Two men with one soul…

Will the smoldering fire between them rage into an inferno and break down protective barriers, allowing them to find love? Or will it separate and kill them?

Beneath Dakota skies…

Jamie and Kit’s story is a sweeping saga of cowboys, Indians, persistent broads, and vengeful villains, where the cowboys aren’t always the good guys, and love can’t be taken for granted.

Buy links:

WIP: http://www.waywardinkpublishing.com/product/dakota-skies/

Amazon US:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NHPMJ7C/

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00NHPMJ7C/

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dakota-skies-taylin-clavelli/1120358729?ean=9781925222036

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In The Blue Moonlight by H. Lewis-Foster

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In The Blue Moonlight

By H. Lewis-Foster

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Cover Artist: Lily Velden in collaboration with Design Bug

Pages: 22 pages

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Simon has a good job and a nice house, and according to his best friend Chris, he’s turning into a boring old fart. So it’s totally out of character when Simon bares his bum to the local constabulary on a night out with his brother’s student mates. He hopes he’s put the incident behind him, when Simon bumps into one of the officers.  Simon fears he’s in trouble, then thinks he’s in luck when PC Mark Timmis buys him a drink – but life in a rural English town is never as simple as it seems.
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On a count of three from Tim, the most vocal of the group, six students and one financial expert lowered their trousers to reveal a remarkably varied set of backsides. Glancing sideways, Simon spied a pert pair of buttocks which could have graced a swimwear ad, a scrawny little bum which could barely have held up its owner’s jeans, and an unusually hairy arse adorned with a love-heart tattoo.

Then Simon looked round at the uniformed recipients of their cheeky display. Their jaw-dropping looks of surprise were priceless, and Simon genuinely hoped a passer-by had snapped them on a mobile phone. Simon soon realized, however, that it was he and his mooning chums who were far more likely to end up on YouTube.

Only one of the policemen wasn’t gaping like a truncheon had been shoved somewhere unexpected. A smile crept onto the face of the tall, blond and undeniably handsome officer. Simon instinctively smiled back, until he noticed the copper’s colleagues had recovered their professional poise and were readying themselves for action. Tim gave his orders once more.

“Leg it!”

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About the author

H. Lewis-Foster lives in the North of England, and has always worked with books in one form or another. As a keen reader of gay fiction, she decided to try writing herself, and is now the proud author of several short stories and her debut novel ‘Burning Ashes’. She was also delighted to see her first play performed earlier in 2014.

H. likes to create characters who are talented, funny and quite often gorgeous, but who all have their faults and vulnerable sides, and she hopes that you’ll enjoy reading their stories as much as she loves writing them.

Author Contact: https://twitter.com/HLewisFoster

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PROTECTOR OF THE ALPHA by Parker Williams

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Adopted at an early age by a wealthy family, Jake Davis’s life appears easy. Even in college, he is blessed with good grades and an apparently clear path to a pro football career. Good thing his best friend keeps hanging around to keep his head from getting too swollen.

Zakiya Incekara has always been…odd. Being fluent in six languages and having a flair for international cooking should open the world to him, but those skills leave him isolated.

When Jake sees Zak for the first time, with water beading down his slender form, something inside him shifts, and it hungers for Zak. To have him. To claim him. And Jake knows that whatever it is, it won’t be denied.

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Jake’s hand was rough, his skin dry. Zak loved how his fingers gripped tightly, but not so much that it hurt. Jake said nothing as they walked along the streets of the campus. There were few people around, but Zak did not care if everyone was watching them. He was confused as to his attraction to Jake, but it was something he could not deny.

The soft jazz music poured from the door of the pub when Jake pulled it open. Jake’s hand on his lower back urged him inside. Zak sniffed appreciatively at the scent of Cajun spices, no doubt from the blackened catfish special. His stomach protested, and he heard Jake snicker, but he could not seem to raise the ire he should. Jake escorted him to a booth and allowed Zak to sit back against the brushed leather.

“Two dinner specials coming up,” Jake said brightly.

Zak gazed at Jake’s hulking form as it moved away, marveling at the sinewy grace as he dodged patrons and servers. It was odd. He had never met anyone like Jake. He doubted there was anyone like Jake. He felt comfortable in his presence. Jake’s size did not intimidate him. In fact, that made him all the sexier. But his eyes were what made Zak melt into a puddle of goo. The way they twinkled in the dimmest of light. When Jake so much as glanced at him, Zak felt he was the sole thing Jake saw.

Jake turned from the bar, and Zak watched as the bright smile turn into a sneer. He dropped the tray, the catfish crashing to the floor, before he stalked to where Zak sat. Jake grabbed a man, probably about forty, by his throat and pushed him against the wall.

“You don’t so much as breathe near him,” Jake snarled.

The man looked cool as he smiled and croaked out. “You are everything I had heard you would be, and more, my lord.”

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Parker Williams believes that true love exists, but it always comes with a price. No happily ever after can ever be had without work, sweat, and tears that comes with melding lives together.

Living in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Parker held his job for nearly 28 years before he decided to retire and try new things. He enjoys his new life as a stay-at-home author and also working on Pride-Promotions, an LGBT author promotion service.

Author Contact:

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Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/parker.williams.75641

Or you can visit his website: ParkerWilliamsAuthor.com

 

Tour Dates: November 11, 2014

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CritShop: inaugural writing workshop for LGBT fiction.

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“CritShop – your one-stop shop for all literary service needs.”

Writing workshops and editorial services.

Berlin 2015

So you’ve got a great idea, and even put it to paper? But where to go from there? Is my book ready for publication? Should I find an agent, a publisher, or should I self-publish? And who can help me to get there? In today’s publishing world, there are more options for writers than ever, but who can help navigate them?

Europe-based Writing Workshop for LGBT Fiction offers four days packed with presentations, critiques, stress-buster sessions, and one-on-one intensives to get your story to the next level. Story idea or fully formed manuscript – our experienced team will be there to workshop it to the max.

Find out more at www.critshop.com.

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