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Open call for Submissions!

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What’s My Purpose?

We all bounce around before we know what (or who) we want to be. Whether it’s a just starting out guy trying to figure out what now after graduating from college or an older guy that gets let go through layoffs or someone just unhappy with their life deciding to change – everyone needs someone to stand by them as they figure it all out.

Submissions should:

  • Have at least one character that is trying to figure out what they want to do with their life
  • Be a minimum of 10k, maximum of 40k
  • Any subgenre is welcome and all prohibitive guidelines are observed
  • Submissions should be sent to special_submissions@mlrpress.com

SUBMISSION DEADLINE: May 1, 2015 – stories will release starting in July 2015

Any questions can be sent to Kris Jacen at KrisJacen@mlrpress.com

Second Chances

Don’t we all wish we had a second chance at something? What if it’s a second chance with the love of your life? Misunderstandings happen. People change. Priorities get skewed. What if you could get that second chance with the love of your life, after things have gone oh so wrong?

Submissions should:

  • Have a couple getting a second chance at love together
  • Be a minimum of 10k, maximum of 40k
  • Any subgenre is welcome and all prohibitive guidelines are observed
  • Submissions should be sent to special_submissions@mlrpress.com

SUBMISSION DEADLINE: May 5, 2015

Any questions can be sent to Kris Jacen at KrisJacen@mlrpress.com

Rev Your Engines

Put on some leathers. Piercings? Tattoos? Straddle a motorcycle. Then hit the road. The bad boys catch our attention and our imaginations. What would happen on the open road? What about back at a club’s bar.Motorcycle clubs are family. Breaking in to one or out of one could be the death of someone. In this close nit group figuring out love could be a challenge. 

SUBMISSION DEADLINE: March 30, 2015

Any questions can be sent to Kris Jacen at KrisJacen@mlrpress.com
Submissions should be sent to special_submissions@mlrpress.com

Happy writing!

 

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INTERVIEW: Hurri Cosmo

Hurri Cosmo joins us today and answers some interesting questions. Welcome, Hurri, and congratulations on the release of your new book, Chase and Capture.

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Interview with Hurri Cosmo

How do you handle writer’s block?  Not well. I am so easily distracted and in a house full of people and animals it makes it that much more difficult. But it happens. Too often lately. Sometimes I go for a walk or a drive to try to put the next scenes together in my head or to solve a plot problem I’ve run into. However, most of the time I just muscle through. There is no easy “answer” for me.

What’s the best thing about being a writer? The stories. I love creating the stories. I love it when inspiration hits and I write out a synopsis or when I go to choose the next story I am going to write. I just love the whole process of writing. I love AND hate a book coming out. Fear of whether or not it will sell or if it does if the people who read it will like it. So I love the creation part of things BEFORE it gets to that point.

What’s your advice to aspiring writers? Just do it. Write. Create. If you truly want to get published, get a story done and submit it all over the place. In this genre it is a lot easier than you think to get published. Just keep writing. I had the blessing of running across an Acquisitions Editor who decided to take a chance on me. She walked through my manuscript, edited the first three chapters, sent it back with a note saying to learn what I could from her edits and if I did, she would publish my book. Well, needless to say I took her advice. I am very grateful to her. Another piece of advice is to write with the knowledge that not everyone is going to like your work, because they won’t. Just keep pushing forward. Rejection is hard, bad ratings and reviews are hard, slow to no sales are hard, but always remember that should not be the main reason you want to write. Marketing is important but write for yourself first. I love the quote from Cyril Connelly; “It is better to write for self and have no public than it is to write for public and have no self.” Some people will vehemently disagree with that. They will say marketing it THE most important thing about writing. They will tell you there are tons of people involved in putting your book out there and you owe it them to make sure your book is successful. I agree. It IS important to consider those wonderful people. But MY advice is to be yourself. If that is you, great. Focus on marketing. It is not me. I most recently employed a marketing firm to market a couple of my books. If you can afford it, it is always best to leave such things to the experts. You write. You create.

What are you currently working on? Oh, so much! I have this file in my computer where I put all of the stories that I want to write. I have absolutely no memory so when inspiration hits I have to write it all down. Sometimes it’s just a few sentences with the barest of ideas. Sometimes it’s a full blown fourteen page synopsis. I stick them all into a file and they sit there, I suppose, incubating. Two stories that are started and on my website as being works in progress are Ghost Wolf Chronicles and The Boy Next Door. I may need to change the name of the second one but we will see. Ghost Wolf so far is about a man who is a wolf shifter but can become invisible as well. He is out to solve a case of someone killing wolves. I plan on this one being a series. The Boy Next Door will be another paranormal with a man who has left a loveless, violent relationship to move in with his grandmother, basically hiding from the world. He meets the man next door and discovers the arsenal the man possesses and is a little put off but with the help of his grandmother he comes to realize he likes the neighbor. A lot. But the grandson has a secret that could tear their fragile love apart. And of course the “ex” shows up to make things even more difficult.

But before either one of those I am working on a Police paranormal story that I am writing with a number of other Amber Allure authors which will go into an anthology. It will be available by itself or together in a set. I don’t have a title yet but it is about an older detective named Hudson on the trail of a vampire who has slipped into our world through a rip between realms. Hudson meets up with another detective from that same realm also hunting down this killer. They become a team…and then a whole lot more.

And there is a ton more. The sequel to The Astral Mage called The Sori Meni, the sequel to Until You called Until You, Too. I have another cowboy story and another paranormal tentatively called Black Dog Rising. Stayed tuned and keep checking out my website. If you like my work there is plenty coming. I will get more up on the Works In Progress page soon.

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Blurb

It was only a game, right? An adult twist on “Capture the Flag”. Very adult, actually. Especially the “flag” and where it went. In fact, the only similarity between the kid version and the adult version was you still needed to capture your opponent’s flag to win. So how the hell had Camden ended up here? Oh yeah, that’s right, Tanner, Camden’s good buddy from college. He was not going to let Camden waste another birthday. In fact, he was hell-bent on getting Camden laid. So much so, the idiot set up this entire weekend gig. And that’s where Camden found himself now; on a remote island, crashing through the woods, playing a chase and capture game, trying like hell to stay ahead of his pursuer.

But why was he the one being chased? Why was Camden the prey and that big, sexy, dark haired, muscle bound, relentless god of a man, Gunner, the hunter? It should be the other way around because it was Camden’s birthday, damn it! Well, thankfully there were going to be three rounds played because it looked like Camden was going down before even reaching the first check point. Yep. Going down on all fours, flag confiscated and…well, let’s just say he would be screwed.

So… what was the down side of losing again?

Buy Links

Amber Allure: http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2120-Chase-And-Capture.aspx

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24495549-chase-and-capture?ac=1

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Leave a comment below to be in the running to receive a free copy of Saving Jack

About the Author

Hurri Cosmo lives in Minnesota where she holds tight to the idea that there, where it’s cold a good part of the year, she won’t age as fast. Yep, she avoids the truth as much as she avoids mirrors. But one of the reasons she loves writing is reality doesn’t always offer up a “happily ever after” and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, she doesn’t mind “real life” and she does try to at least keep it in mind when she writes her stories, but she truly loves creating a wonderful couple, knowing they will fall in love and have their HEA. Every – single – time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason she loves reading this genre, too. Give her a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and her computer, whether she is reading or writing, and she will entertain herself for hours. The fact she actually gets paid to do it is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake.

Links to my sites:

Website: http://hurricosmo.webs.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/OfficialHurriCosmo

Blog: http://hurricosmo.blogspot.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/?lang=en

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6466687.Hurri_Cosmo

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GUEST POST: Beetlemania!

Today we are joined by Anna Butler. She’s just released a new book from Dreamspinner Press called The Gilded Scarab. It sounds awesome. Congratulations, Anna! Check out her guest post below. There’s also a great excerpt and a giveaway.

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You know, being a writer is awesome.

It means you get to take half a dozen things you love—beetles, jewellery, Egyptology, coffee, steampunk, two (or three) drop-dead gorgeous men who are hot as hell for each other—and you get to play with them. Your own little theatre players acting the story that’s in your head, the one that’s bursting to get out, and you get to take all those things you love, shake them up and, if you’re lucky, your story comes to life in your hands.

I love beetles. They’re the little gems of the insect world, their bodies showing an astonishing range of colour and pattern, often in rich, jewel colours: ruby red, sapphire, a glorious emerald green. Okay, the dull black sacred scarabs of Egypt maybe don’t quite fall into that category, but they have deserts and pyramids on their side instead. They’re emblematic of sand, the Nile, and skies that are the colour of beaten copper at noon—mysterious, a symbol of the romance of ancient Egypt. I can forgive them for being a little dull to look at.

Victorian jewellers, though, didn’t let them stay dull for long. We all know that Art Deco in the 1920s went wild with Egyptian motifs after the discovery of Tutankhamen’s tomb. But Egypt had been fashionable long before that, right back to the Battle of the Nile in 1798. For the first time, Europe woke up to the fact that Egypt, that strange narrow land, actually existed and went mad on things Egyptian. Furniture, clothing, jewellery, even buildings. They were all influenced by what explorers were discovering along the Nile.

Jewellers didn’t lag behind. They created everything from pendants to tiaras using Egyptian designs and, sometimes, even the wing cases and hard bodies of scarab beetles. Rafe’s Gilded Scarab, though, isn’t as naturalistic as that. By the turn of the 20th century, scarab watches were a fashionable item to have. These are exquisite, made of enamelled gold embellished with jewels, with the wing cases opening up to show the watch face. Watches like this are perfect for archaeologists, especially Aegyptologists. You can understand why they’re a perfect gift for Daniel Meredith to present to fellow Aegyptologist Ned Winter, and to ex-pilot Rafe Lancaster when Rafe buys a coffee house.

Rafe’s watch is made with wings of scarlet enamel picked out with diamonds, much as this one here. In the image here, you can see how detailed these watches are, complete with the legs on the underside.

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As for steampunk… well, let’s just say that the scarab is important there. Too important to give away here. But to keep the link with the scarab watch, the excerpt below recounts how Rafe met Daniel, the man who was later to give it to him.

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When Captain Rafe Lancaster is invalided out of the Britannic Imperium’s Aero Corps after crashing his aerofighter during the Second Boer War, his eyesight is damaged permanently, and his career as a fighter pilot is over. Returning to Londinium in late November 1899, he’s lost the skies he loved, has no place in a society ruled by an elite oligarchy of powerful Houses, and is hard up, homeless, and in desperate need of a new direction in life.

Everything changes when he buys a coffeehouse near the Britannic Imperium Museum in Bloomsbury, the haunt of Aegyptologists. For the first time in years, Rafe is free to be himself. In a city powered by luminiferous aether and phlogiston, and where powerful men use House assassins to target their rivals, Rafe must navigate dangerous politics, deal with a jealous and possessive ex-lover, learn to make the best coffee in Londinium, and fend off murder and kidnap attempts before he can find happiness with the man he loves.

Excerpt

The lounge was crowded that evening. The pre-Christmas rush, I assumed, when gentlemen made merry before being clasped to the bosom of their families, when they would infinitely prefer the bosom of the handsome waiter at their club. I didn’t begrudge the festive cheer, but had to push my way through to the bar. Really. In any well-ordered universe, the crowd would have noticed me and my fine clothes at the door and parted to make way for me, like the Red Sea.

A scotch and soda did a great deal to restore my equanimity. Indeed, I grew a trifle beatific, since all I’d had to eat since breakfast had been some of Will Somers’s pastries, and the scotch didn’t have a lot of insulation to work on. I wasn’t festive, you realize, merely a little mellow. So when the tall man in natty evening dress bumped shoulders with me, I merely moved to get out of range rather than apostrophize him as the clumsiest oaf in Christendom.

“I beg your pardon!” He glanced at me and then again, more slowly the second time. He looked me up and down and smiled. “It’s an unholy crush in here tonight.”

He was older than me. A good ten years at least, but his brown hair, brushed back from his brow in true aesthete style, was untouched by gray. His eyes were the bright mauvish-blue of flax flowers, framed by eyelashes of extraordinary length and thickness. I suspected him of some sort of artifice there. Those eyelashes didn’t strike me as quite natural. But everything else appeared to be the genuine article, and if he were indeed in his early forties, as he appeared, he had worn well. He wore his daisy on the left of his lapel and perhaps his acquaintanceship would be worth cultivating.

I smiled. “I should have remembered everyone comes here at Christmas. I think it’s to immunize themselves against the shock of festive family life.”

He threw back his head and laughed. Mmmn. It hadn’t been that amusing, but perhaps it passed for wit where this man normally existed.

“I could wish there were a vaccine for it,” he said, sounding heartfelt. “In lieu of it, I shall try to sate myself in a more satisfactory sort of life to build up my immunity.” He gestured to my glass. “May I refresh that?”

Did he think he might have the opportunity to sate himself in me, then? We’d see. “Scotch and soda, thank you…?” I allowed my voice to lift and trail away on an interrogative note.

“Daniel Meredith,” he supplied, half turning away to try and catch a waiter’s eye.

“Rafe Lancaster.” I held out my hand for him to shake. “I’m pleased to meet you, Meredith.”

He turned back to me and smiled, and suddenly it wasn’t merely a polite platitude to ease along society’s wheels. I was rather pleased to meet him. I could have done a lot worse.

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The Gilded Scarab is available at:

Dreamspinner as an ebook and in paperback.

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Giveaway

Click here to enter the Rafflecopter to win an Amazon gift card (drawn when the blog tour is over at the end of March).

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ABOUT ANNA

Anna Butler was a communications specialist for many years, working in UK government departments on everything from marketing employment schemes to running an internal TV service. She now spends her time indulging her love of old-school science fiction. She lives in the ethnic and cultural melting pot of East London with her husband and the Deputy Editor, aka Molly the cockapoo.

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INTERVIEW, EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY: Brad Vance “Have a Little Faith In Me”

Join us today as Brad Vance answers some questions and shares his new release with us. Plus there’s a special announcement about a free book available on 19th/20th Feb and a giveaway as well. 

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Blurb

When Rocky met Dex, it was hate at first sight. Country superstar Dex Dexter represented everything that budding rock star Rocky McCoy had left behind him in the Deep South – the religion, the homophobia, the hypocrisy, the lies. And Rocky represented everything that Dex had denied, had turned away from, had refused…

When Rocky met Dex, it was love at first touch. Double booked in the same slot on the main stage at CrossFest, they fought for the microphone like two dogs fighting over a bone. And when their hands met…

Rocky has had enough. “No more falling for straight guys. No way. No matter how hot. Especially if the ‘straight guy’ looks to me like a major closet case.”

Dex has had enough. “No way. I can’t be gay. I can’t lose my family, my friends, my career. I can’t.”

What they’ve had enough of doesn’t matter. It’s what they’ve never had enough of that will bring them together…

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Interview

Thanks for joining us today, Brad. Congratulations on our new release.  We are also happy to have the opportunity to ask you some questions. Instead of the usual question, we were hoping to get a glimpse into your day – A Day in the Life of Brad Vance… I hope you don’t mind us prying. 😉

On a typical day, how much time would you spend writing? Describe your writing environment.

Thank you!  Great to be here.  I spend about three hours a day on average doing the actual writing.  That’s not my whole working day, of course.  There’s making book covers, publishing, blogging, Facebooking, research (lots of research), wow… sometimes I feel like Madeleine Kahn in “Blazing Saddles” – I’m not a wabbit! 

I have a two bedroom house and the second bedroom is my office.  My cats each have their own comfortably appointed chairs in here where they keep me company.  To be honest, they’re probably also in here because that’s where the electric radiator is…  The office has southern and western exposures, so there’s lot of light, which I need for my mental health.  I have a big “Emperor Palpatine” chair that makes it much easier to sit here for my long days.

Are you a night owl or a day person? How many hours sleep do you get?

Oh very much a morning person.  I’ve had a day job all my life, and I don’t have any creative energy in the evenings anyway, so I’ve had to get used to getting up early if I want to get anything done.  Elmore Leonard was always up and writing at 4 a.m. when he had a day job, but I’ve got him beat lately.  I’m a bit of an insomniac now, so I’m usually on the computer by 2:30 or 3 am.  But then, it’s winter so I go to bed at 8!  These days I’m getting about 4 or 5 hours of sleep, supplemented with a nice afternoon nap.  But, I’ve finally reached a level of success with my writing that I can finally go “day job free” in a few weeks, so maybe that will let me feel like I can sleep in a little later.

Quitting the day job. Wow, you will be making so many people jealous. Congratulations for getting to that point in your life.

Shower or bath? See we are getting really personal here. 🙂

Well, I’m 6’2” so shower!  Baths are no fun when you’re all folded up and only half your body is in the water.  But, my gym has a nice Jacuzzi, so that’s where I get my “immersion therapy.”

What’s on the menu for dinner tonight? What would you rather be eating?

Hmm.  I think tonight it’s cilantro garlic salmon patties from Whole Foods.  I’ve gotten out of the habit of cooking, but working two jobs, the day job and “being Brad Vance,” will do that to you.  I’m really looking forward to the luxury of enough time to restart that.  If I had a magic wand, and could eat one thing forever without ever getting fat, it would probably be peanut butter.  Whole Foods Honey Peanut Butter.  “I’ll have it in a bucket!”

What book is currently on the bedside table? Or maybe the bed reserved for other things, rather than reading  😉

Ohh, right now it’s just me and the cats.  I don’t have time for a boyfriend.  A social life would interfere with my phenomenal productivity right now.  I’ve got a stack of books for my alter ego, science fiction writer “Adam Vance,” on guerrilla warfare and counterinsurgency.  This is research for his “FJ One” series, starting with “Scarcity.” It’s nice to do something different, more cerebral and action-oriented, and I’m really enjoying writing these. 

I’m reading Max Boot’s “Invisible Armies,” which is awesome.  I’m a huge history buff.  For pleasure, it’s Simon Sebag Montefiore’s “Jerusalem” and for semi-pleasure, semi-research, I just got a book called “Berlin Now.”  It’s semi-research because Adam’s post-Collapse world has its capital in Berlin (because Germany is really the only country right now that isn’t in debt to its eyeballs, among other reasons).  But it’s also pleasure, because I’m really looking forward to a European vacation if my sales continue to boom like they have lately.  I hope to have time to start reading fiction again soon.

What’s the best part of your day?

Right now?  Waking up and checking my sales figures 🙂  I’m hitting the jackpot with both my erotic series “Kyle’s New Stepbrother” and with “Have a Little Faith in Me.”  That feels great.  I’ve been doing this for two and a half years, and every day I’ve checked my sales.  Some days I’d get excited if I sold ten copies of something overnight.  A lot of days I’d get no sales on a new title in the first week and just be crushed.  So, right now, it’s like a drug, seeing the big numbers.

Share with us one secret or snippet from Have a Little Faith In Me, that isn’t from the blurb or excerpt.

This is a scene with Dex as a teenager, escaping his crazy family and his dad Mike for just a minute…

Dex took his guitar out to the free-standing garage, going through the back door so his dad wouldn’t have a chance to make another dumbass comment. 

Because Dex was sixteen years old, emotional hurt got expressed back out again as anger.  The detached garage had become his space by default.  There was a jumble of tools haphazardly stuck on the wall, and a punching bag.  Mike had bought the bag off Craigslist one day when he thought he was a badass.  But he punched the bag about as often as he used the tools.  Not since the day he’d tried a flying kick and landed on his ass, to the hysterical laughter of his family.

Dex put on the boxing gloves.  Even in his rage he made sure to protect his fingers.  He got in a fighting stance, then began pounding the bag.

He hated his father with the raging disgust only a teenager can feel for a parent.  His dad was a deadbeat, plain and simple.  Right about now he’d be in the kitchen, the freezer door open, a gallon of ice cream in one hand and a soup spoon in the other, as if he was just going to have a bite.  And he’d fucking stand there, Dex thought as he landed a series of jabs and crosses, shove shove shoveling that ice cream down his gullet.

Then, he knew, his dad would go to work, and do just what he’d done at every job he’d ever had – goof off as much as possible, slack off and string out the easiest task as long as he could, devoting more energy to thinking of ways to get out of working than it would have taken him to do his job. 

“Goin’ back to a real job when the plant opens again,” he’d say to his drinking buddies as they sprawled in the new patio furniture scattered across the front lawn.  They’d nod and raise their beers, as if any of them would ever go back to the plant, where they’d actually had to work, if they could help it.

Tonight he’d go to work at the casino, and he and his buddies would cover for each other as they took naps in the one corner of the casinos that someone had thoughtlessly forgotten to cover with a camera.  Then he’d come home, drink some more, pass out, snore like the devil from his COPD, wake up in time to throw up from his GERD, and then wash the bile back down with his first beer of the day.

When he’d pounded the bag to his satisfaction, Dex took off the gloves and took his acoustic guitar out of its case, gently.  He loved this Martin guitar.  Johnny Cash played a Martin, and that was all he needed to know. 

He’d bought it for a couple hundred bucks off one of his dad’s friends who’d been short of cash and, of course, hadn’t played it in years.  Most of Dex’s paychecks went to music-related purchases, where other boys his age spent theirs on a car.  Dex was content to walk forever if that was the price he had to pay.

He got his fingers flexed, sounded out some chords, then thought about what he wanted to play.  He wasn’t a book learner, couldn’t march through the Mel Bay books, down the accepted path of orderly progression where you learned all the chords before you played the songs you really wanted to play.  He wanted to play NOW, not later.  He’d learned the opening to Nirvana’s “Come as You Are” before he ever touched “Red River” or “Amazing Grace.” 

Mike played the electric guitar sometimes, when he and his friends were drunk and decided they’d “jam” in the front yard.  He’d bang on it and mess up the chords and laugh.  Then he’d take a break for another beer and announce that “Someday I’m a gonna get our old band back together.”

Dex thought about that now, and some lyrics popped into his head. 

“I’m a gonna go back to work real soon, I’m a gonna fix that busted roof, I’m a gonna get that truck off the blocks, just as soon as I finish this beer.” 

He laughed.  “I’m a gonna” was pretty much the mantra around here, he thought.

He knew what he wanted to play tonight.  He hadn’t learned to read music, so he played from “tabs.”  Tablature replaced complex musical notation with dots that showed you where to put your fingers.  And best of all, you could download them for free on the Internet. 

He put the paper on the music stand.  His mind cleared, his anger dissipated, as he started playing the song, pleased at the way the transcription converted the piano opening to guitar.

He didn’t trust his voice yet, didn’t have the confidence to do more than whisper the words along with the song.  “Have a little faith in me,” he sighed as he played the John Hiatt song.  “Have a little faith in me…”

Thank you so much for answering my questions and the special little treat at the end! 🙂

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Rocky picked up the Gibson Hummingbird.  Chris Cornell played one of these.  What more did he need to know?

He knew exactly what he wanted to play.  How many times had he played this song, how many times had he stretched his voice, discovering his own vocal range.  The notes of “Like a Stone” flowed from his fingers in a waterfall, and the words were a flock of birds banking wildly in front of the cascade, flirting with disaster.

He came to the end, the roaring finish, his eyes closed as he sang the epic wave of notes in the last word of the song, “alone.”

He’d only ever played the song when he was alone with Korey, who was no cheerleader.  Korey would nod, say, “Good job.”  And then tell him where he missed something.

When he was done, he opened his eyes.  His new friends were speechless.  “Was it okay?” he asked doubtfully.

“Holy fucking great mother of God,” Rick gasped.  “Who the fuck are you?  Where did you come from?”

Rocky smiled.  “Under a rock.  I’ve been living under a rock.”

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“The Worst Best Luck” was selected for a BookBub on February 19/20 – it’ll be FREE on Amazon those days, and has a 10k excerpt from “Have a Little Faith in Me” at the end.

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Peter Rabe’s luck is about to change. Taking a co-worker’s car into the shop nets him a desperately needed $100 tip…and the attentions of Matt Kensington, master mechanic. Peter can’t believe that someone as hot as Matt could be interested in the young man his tormentors used to call “Peter Rabbit.” But, incredibly enough, he is. And when the Quadrillions lottery jackpot is up to $700,000,000, wouldn’t it be crazy of Peter not to buy a ticket on his lucky day? Matt doesn’t think much of money, having grown up on New York’s Upper East Side in the lap of luxury. He’d walked away from the professional drudgery his Harvard degree had qualified him for, to become a mechanic, to touch things that were real, to fix things that were broken. And a hot shy guy like Peter is another machine Matt wants to believe he can fix. But when Peter finds out he’s won the lottery, it almost feels like his luck has run out. Especially when Cody Burrell, his emotionally abusive ex-boyfriend, mysteriously re-enters his life just before he cashes the ticket and reveals his good fortune to the world… Peter must wrestle with the pressures of wealth on someone who’s grown up poor, the pressure of fame that comes with so much instant fortune, and most of all, with his own demons, the demons that Cody knows all too well how to manipulate.

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About the author

Brad Vance writes gay romance, erotica and paranormal stories and novels, including the breakout hits “A Little Too Broken” and “Given the Circumstances.”

Where to find the author:

Keep up with Brad at BradVanceErotica.wordpress.com, email him at BradVanceErotica@gmail.com, and friend him on Facebook at facebook.com/brad.vance.10.

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17-Feb

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19-Feb

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20-Feb

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23-Feb

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Here Without You by Mia Kerrick

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Here Without You

By Mia Kerick

Book two of the Once Voice series. Can be read as a standalone, but not suggested.

Release Date: February 2015

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist:  Paul Richmond (Photograph by Dan Skinner)

Blurb

With all of his scratched and dented heart, Nate DeMarco wants to be two places at once, but he’s been forced to make an unbearable choice. Having barely survived high school, Nate and his boyfriends, Casey Minton and Zander Zane, are ready to move forward in life. Casey and Zander have left home to attend Boston City College. Nate remains in New Hampshire to protect his volatile younger sister from their increasingly violent, alcoholic uncle. Nate suffers with anger, resentment, and loneliness as he battles what he wants against what he feels he must do.

Now separated, the young men fight to stay in contact. However, they’re each faced with their own separate issues. Casey must cope with residual fear from having been bullied in high school. Zander obsesses over the establishment of One Voice, the new gay-straight alliance at Boston City College. Nate fights for his sister’s very survival. Meanwhile, the intensity of the boys’ relationship increases, both sexually and emotionally, as happens in long distance relationships.

Nate’s futile effort to live two lives leads to tragedy, which blasts Nate, Casey, and Zander apart. Can the three young men find their way back to a united path before it’s too late?

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Excerpt

2 NATE’S DIARY

August 23 (they only been gone about half a week now)

SO MAYBE this is a bit fucked up, but I’m gonna put it down on paper in black and white, and maybe when I read it back to myself, it’ll seem more normal.

Here’s the thing. Like Casey says, us three is a throuple. Three dudes in love. Whatever. Cuz I sure as shit love them guys, and nothin’s gonna change that. So, yeah. There’s two dudes in place A and one dude, alone, in place B. I just figured them two would be gettin’ busy in bed in their fancy dorm room whenever they had a chance—cuz that’s what guys do, right?

Well, apparently not so much. Last night they Skyped me. There them two were, sittin’ all cozy on Casey’s rainbow-colored bedspread. The floppy stuffed unicorn that me and Zander gave him for Christmas junior year was propped up behind ’em, starin’ at the computer, like it was lookin’ right at yours truly. I felt real alone and a little like a loser (fucked-up fact is they only been gone a couple days), but I leaned back on my bed and acted like I didn’t give a shit.

Casey said, in this adorable proper voice, “Nate, there’s a topic Zander and I feel it’s imperative we discuss. It’s a matter of great importance.” He already sounds like a doctor, and he’s only a freshman in college.

Zander was just starin’ into the computer at me, sorta studyin’ my I-don’t-give-a-shit-about-nothin’ expression.

“What’s such a big friggin’ deal, babe? Lay it on me.” That was pretty cool soundin’, I thought.

“Well, Zander and I want to have a discussion about…. Nate, we want to discuss physical intimacy. In that….”

Even on Skype I could see that two spots on Casey’s cheeks had turned bright pink. Looked like he was having trouble spittin’ this out. And he was the talker in our throuple.

“Zander and I are here together, without you, and we’ve talked about this—”

“I expect you two’ve been goin’ to town on each other every night since you got to college and are prob’ly itchin’ to strip each other down right now.” Both of my guys’ eyes popped open wide when I said that.

“Actually, Nate.” Zander spoke up cuz it seemed that Casey was suddenly at a loss for words. “We haven’t, and we’re not gonna.”

“Huh?” That just kinda flew outta my mouth. “Come again, guy?”

Casey found his voice. “We aren’t going to sleep together unless you’re with us. We discussed it, and neither of us think it would feel right.” He glanced at Zander, and them two nodded at each other. “We aren’t going to do anything in bed together until you’re here for a visit.”


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Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty-two years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.

Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young people and their relationships, and she believes that physical intimacy has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press, Harmony Ink Press, and CreateSpace for providing her with alternate places to stash her stories.

Mia is a social liberal and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of human rights, especially marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.

Where to find Mia:

Blog: www.miakerick.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mia.kerick

Dreamspinner Author Arcade: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/AuthorArcade/mia-kerick/bio/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6474518.Mia_Kerick

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MiaKerick

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Excerpt and Giveaway! Godsend by Sloan Johnson

Title: Godsend
Author: Sloan Johnson
Genre: Adult, Gay Romance
Release Date: February 4, 2015
You can’t choose who you fall in love with. Despite knowing from a young age that he was gay, Scott Murphy couldn’t imagine life without Shelly. He threw away the labels and had eleven amazing years with her, but now, he feels even more lost trying to figure out how to move on after Shelly’s death. After nearly a year of watching Scott fade away, Shelly’s father forces him to start living again.
As much as Chris loathes the idea of attending a bereavement group week after week, it’s one of the only places he can go in this town, other than the bar, to not feel so alone. When there’s nothing to distract him or dull his senses, he spends too much time obsessing over how he should have been able to help his sister. When Scott shows up at his group session, Chris decides that maybe some good can come out of his sister’s death.
There’s no denying that Chris is the first man to catch Scott’s attention in a long time, but how can he move on when just thinking of Shelly sends him to his dark place?
The road to recovery won’t be an easy one, but Chris is determined to help Scott see that life is still worth living. But before Scott can allow himself to admit what he feels for Chris, he knows he has to reveal the full truth about Shelly’s death.

I promised Ma that I wouldn’t drink my dinner every night, but some days, it’s impossible to keep that promise. I tell myself that it’s different on days like today because I’m not drinking to forget how much I miss Jill, I’m drinking to forget how miserable some people choose to make one another. Today, I just about lost it and told one couple that there’s no point in them even trying to get along. Unfortunately, my partner frowns upon me telling couples that sometimes two people just aren’t meant to be together, as was this case with this pair.

It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dark atmosphere of Brewster’s after walking around for thirty minutes trying to tell myself I didn’t need a drink. I find an empty seat at the end of the bar and signal the bartender for my usual. Okay, so maybe Ma had a point since he simply nods and has a tall whiskey sour sitting in front of me in less than a minute.

I look around, the same way I do every night, wondering if this town will ever start to feel like home. It’s a nice enough place, but there’s a definite divide between those who are from here and those who move here at some point in their lives.

I sit a bit straighter when I see Scott, the quiet, broody guy from group, sitting at one of the high top tables in the center of the room. He looks absolutely miserable. When I catch a glimpse of his date for the evening, Adrian the annoying twink who thinks he’s God’s gift to all gay men in town, the annoyance radiating off Scott is understandable.

I nurse the first drink, rather than down it as quickly as possible. I’ve wanted to talk to Scott the past few weeks, but he’s ducked out as soon as the official meeting ends, even though Jim hangs around for a while. I’ve considered following him when he leaves, to see if I can talk to him, but then I tell myself that he must have his reasons for not wanting to deal with people and I have to respect that.

I feel like a creep, watching Adrian and Scott eating dinner, but I can’t help it. A few times, I’ve thought Scott was checking me out the same way I have been him and this is the first confirmation I have that I might be right. Scott excuses himself from the table and Adrian reaches out for him as he walks away. I laugh when Scott practically jumps back to keep from being part of an awkward and unwelcome embrace.

Once he’s in the restroom, I order another drink before putting a five-dollar bill in the jukebox. I don’t give a shit about the music, but it’s the closest I can get to Scott without following him into the bathroom, which is a level of creepy that I can’t imagine stooping to.

Sloan Johnson is a big city girl trapped in a country girl’s life. While she longs for the hustle and bustle of New York City or Las Vegas, she hasn’t yet figured out how to sit on the deck with her morning coffee, watching the deer and wild turkeys in the fields while surrounded by concrete and glass.
When she was three, her parents received their first call from the principal asking them to pick her up from school. Apparently, if you aren’t enrolled, you can’t attend classes, even in Kindergarten. The next week, she was in preschool and started plotting her first story soon after.
Later in life, her parents needed to do something to help their socially awkward, uncoordinated child come out of her shell and figured there was no better place than a bar on Wednesday nights. It’s a good thing they did because this is where she found her love of reading and writing. Who needs socialization when you can sit alone in your bedroom with a good book?
Now, Sloan is a tattooed mom with a mohawk and two kids. She’s been kicked out of the PTA in two school districts and is no longer asked to help with fundraisers because she’s been known to lose herself with a good book and forget she has somewhere to be.
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A Valentine’s Day surprise from Toni Griffin

A Very Holland Valentine – excerpt and giveaway

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Blurb

Valentine’s Day is fast approaching and with it the completion of the renovations to their home. None could be happier about this then Zack who can’t wait to get away from Maryanne and all her fussing.

Plans are being finalised for all four couples for the happy day. However, sleezy tradies, an over protective mother-in-law and unexpected complications throw spanners in the works.

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Publisher: Mischief Corner Books

Cover Artist: Freddy MacKay

Excerpt

Zack sighed. He loved his mother-in-law, really he did. However, living with her for the last few months was starting to wear a little thin.

Since their house was currently undergoing major reconstruction, Zack, along with his mate and their daughter, and Brian, Marcus and their boys had all moved in with Maryanne and Joe.

Zack couldn’t believe how lucky that had turned out to be. There was no way he would have been able to stay home and hide himself away from all the construction workers while pregnant. He shuddered to think of what would happen if one of them should see him.

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” Maryanne asked him for what seemed like the thousandth time that morning.

Zack reached down and placed a hand on his swollen belly. “I’m sure. We’re just fine,” he replied.

Simon and Zack had been completely surprised by this little bundle of joy. They’d been trying for nearly six months when Hayley had sat them down and asked for a brother or sister.

After the first couple of new moons with Zack not falling pregnant, he had started to get a little worried that there might be something wrong. He and Simon had decided to keep their attempts to themselves so they could surprise the family when and if he fell pregnant, and if it didn’t happen, then he wouldn’t have to share their disappointment with everyone.

The realisation that Zack was indeed expecting came as a complete shock. Zack hadn’t been like Jason, Brian and Rick. He hadn’t had an ounce of morning sickness. He’d woken up one morning, in the room he and Simon were sharing at Maryanne and Joe’s. It was the last week of school for the year, less than two weeks till Christmas, and Zack was looking forward to the holidays. He’d started to get dressed, only to find out his favourite pair of jeans were extremely tight. Zack turned to Simon, who was also getting dressed for his day at the office.

“Do I look fat to you?” he asked.

Simon stared at him, wide-eyed. “Is that supposed to be some sort of trick question?” Simon asked him, looking Zack over warily.

Zack giggled at how careful his mate was being. “No, you smarty, my pants aren’t fitting. Do I look like I’ve put on some weight?”

Zack lifted his shirt so Simon could take in his body and twisted this way and that. Simon sucked in a breath, walked up to him and dropped to his knees. Holding Zack still, Simon leaned forward and placed a kiss against his belly. “Yes, love. It looks like you’ve put on some weight.”

Zack stared at his mate for a second before his actions clicked. “You mean…” He stared down, his hands holding his shirt rucked up under his chin, at the small protuberance he could see in his belly. “But… how? I haven’t…”

Simon kissed his stomach again and whispered, “Love you, thank you for making me the happiest man on earth. Love you too, little one. Can’t wait to meet you.”

Zack wiped at the tears gathering in his eyes, then placed one hand on the small bump and threaded the other through his mate’s silky locks.

That had been seven weeks ago, his principal, Donald Murphy, hadn’t been happy about the late notice of their supposed surrogate giving birth and Zack needing time off. Hopefully he’d given enough notice in December for his boss to find a substitute; he didn’t think it would be a problem with the six-week school holiday period. Classes were just starting back up now in the last week of January, and Zack missed his students.

Thinking about his students also made him think about something else he missed. Home. Thankfully the construction work should be finished soon, and they would all be able to go home. He loved Maryanne and Joe to bits. But the woman fussed like there was no tomorrow. He knew she did it out of love, but sometimes Zack hid in his room just to get a moment of peace and quiet.

Of course he couldn’t tell his mate that his mother was smothering him. All the Holland boys thought sun shone out of their parent’s butts, and most of the time, Zack agreed.

However, even though this was the fourth pregnancy in the family, none of the other three had had to live with Maryanne. Yes, she had visited, but she always had to leave as well. There was no leaving for either Zack or Maryanne at this time. He really couldn’t wait to get home.

“You hungry, Zack? I can make you something to eat if you’d like,” Maryanne asked as she walked back into the living room not even five minutes after she’d asked him the last time.

“I’m fine, thanks.” Just then, his stomach grumbled. Okay, maybe he was a little hungry. “A sandwich might be nice if it’s not too much trouble,” he conceded.

“No trouble at all. I’ll be back in a minute.”

It had been all right at the start of the school holidays, but as soon as he started to show more than he could reasonably cover up, Zack was confined behind closed doors.

Hayley was also missing during the day now. She had gone from a half day at kindy last year to a full school day at prep. Zack hated that he wasn’t there for his girl on her first full day at school. Simon was dropping her off in the mornings on his way to work and Maryanne picked her up in the early afternoons when school finished and brought her back. Another hour or so and Zack could see his little girl again. He missed having her around during the day. He’d gotten so used to having her right there during the school holidays.

She was growing up so damn fast. Some days he felt like he blinked and she’d changed on him. Zack knew it was all a part of growing up, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

“Here you go, honey. You let me know if there’s anything else you need. Are you cool enough? It’s supposed to be a scorcher out there today. I can get you a fan if you like.” Maryanne handed Zack his sandwich and then immediately turned and to start looking around, for the fan, Zack assumed.

He sighed quietly. “I’m fine for the moment. Thanks for the food.” He smiled at her before taking a bite. Maryanne studied him for a second before she reluctantly nodded.

“Do you want me to turn the television on? Are you comfortable? How’re your feet today? Any swelling?”

Zack really was hard-pressed not to roll his eyes. Seriously, the woman needed to calm the hell down.

He finished chewing and swallowed his mouthful. “I’m fine, thank you. I happy here with my book.” Zack held up the iPad he was reading a book on and then placed it back on the arm of the couch. “My feet feel fine as well. Nothing Simon can’t take care of tonight when he gets back from work.”

Zack grinned mischievously and winked at Maryanne.

She chuckled, then fussed a little with her clothes. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m fine, Maryanne, truly. If I need anything, you’ll be the first person I call.”

“Good.” She smiled at him, nodded, and then thankfully left him alone.

Zack sighed in relief, turned his iPad back on and ate his sandwich. A hard kick to his stomach had him rubbing at the offending area. “I know, little one. Not long now and you too get to deal with the awesomeness that is your grandma.”

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About the Author

Toni Griffin lives in Darwin, the smallest of Australia’s capital cities. Born and raised in the state she’s a Territorian through and through. Growing up Toni hated english with a passion (as her editors can probably attest to) and found her strength lies with numbers.

Now, though, she loves escaping to the worlds she creates and hopes to continue to do so for many years to come. She’s a single mother of one and works full time. When she’s not writing you can just about guarantee that she will be reading one of the many MM authors she loves.

Where to find the author:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/toni.griffin.author:

Other: http://www.tonigriffin.net/

E-mail: info(at)tonigriffin.net

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INTERVIEW: Meet Beany Sparks

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Hi Beany. Welcome to Two Men and a big congratulations on the new release!

When we spoke about your upcoming book you mentioned it was the second in your Merman series and an ‘anti-Valentine’s Day story”. It sounds intriguing and leads to a few questions I wanted to ask.

First the obvious question. Why merman? What inspired you to write this series?

Beany: I was letting my mind wander, as usual, and I was thinking of Charmed and all of the episodes and the one where Phoebe becomes a mermaid popped into my head for a second before the plot bunny attacked. I never stood a chance…

Are the characters the same characters as in the first book, ‘Christmas, Snow, And…A Merman?”? (Cute title by the way ☺) or are we introduced to new characters?

Beany: They’re not the same main characters, but we were introduced to Erik and Aryell in Christmas, Snow and…a merman?

So what’s this about an anti-Valentine’s Day story?

Beany: Well in Merman Tales 1 my merman hated Christmas, this time Erik (human) hates Valentine’s Day and Aryell (merman) tries to change his opinion of the holiday.

What did you do for Valentine’s Day? Is Valentine’s something to like to celebrate?

Beany: Being single, I had no plans for the day except one–dentist. Well, that definitely got cancelled Lol. Instead I spent the day running errands with mum, after I burnt myself making breakfast.

What’s coming up next on your publishing schedule? Any secrets you can share with your readers?

Beany: Let’s see, now that Merman Tales 2 is done, I’ve got my short story (A Leash on Love) coming out in the MCB Quarterly Magazine, Paws and Magic 3 coming out possibly April, and another project that I’m hoping to self-publish in the next month or so.

What book is currently on your bedside table (assuming you have time for reading)?

Beany: I don’t really have a book, but only because I can’t stop reading a book until the its done…

Finally, I know you have a beautiful new puppy. Do you have a photo we can share with your readers?

Beany: Sure! Here is my little Koda.

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Blurb

This Valentine’s Day Erik gets a surprise visitor, but it’s not cupid. Not unless cupid is a sexy merman in disguise.

Time has passed, but Erik is still haunted by what happened to him at the hands of Dirk at Christmas. He’s been spending less time with his best friend Calder and, in turn, the one merman he wants, but doesn’t think he’ll ever have. With Valentine’s Day fast approaching he’s already making plans to avoid the world on the day.

Aryell has been staying with Calder and Tamesis since being reunited with his friend and leader at Christmas. While he enjoys spending time with the couple, it’s Calder’s best friend Erik that he’d rather spend time with, but the man avoids him and Aryell begins to wonder if maybe it’s time to return to the water.

One day changes everything and gives Aryell hope and new information. Can he convince Erik to give him a chance this Valentine’s Day, or will he be returning to his underwater home alone?

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About the author

Beany lives in Western Australia. She first started reading romance novels in 2008, but it wasn’t until January 2010 when her Kindle got delivered that the world of erotic romance opened its doors to her, and she hasn’t looked back. With suggestions and support from friends, her muse—”affectionately” known as PITA—was finally able to break free, and in January 2014 her first story was written. Since she can’t put PITA back in his box, Beany has decided to give in and team up with him. Together they’ve made plans to write both MF and MM stories.

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Seth and Casey by RJ Scott

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Seth Wild is a fire fighter who has lost everything. Nearly dying in a building collapse, he is scared and angry and chases away the only good thing in his life—school teacher Casey McGuire.

When a sudden and violent snow storm hits their town he receives a message Casey and ten kids are trapped in an education center with no way out. There is no one else who can help, he’s the last fire fighter in town with his bum leg and his icy heart.

He doesn’t hesitate. He always promised he would be Casey’s hero, but will he ever again be Casey’s love?

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He pushed the door shut against the howling wind and snow and stamped off his feet coming face to face with a terrified looking probie.

“We have school kids and a teacher trapped up at Shorefields,” Seth snapped out. Probie blinked at him. He recalled the guy’s name was Evan or Eben or something. And it seemed like Evan/Eben was in complete panic mode and meltdown. He glanced worriedly from side to side, like some kind of divine intervention was going to answer Seth’s statement.

“There’s no one here,” Evan/Eben said.

Seth waited for a second then exasperated that there wasn’t more of an immediate reaction he pushed past Evan/Eben and into the main area. Both trucks gone.

“I said, they’re not here, ladder one didn’t come back in from the interstate, and engine two went out to Middleton Springs. There’s been a building collapse. It’s just me.”

Seth rounded on the guy and was so close he could see the panic in blue eyes.

“Get on to other stations and call this in—“

“I can’t. Sir, we have nothing. No comms, no Internet, nothing.”

“Give me a sitrep. What’s your name? Evan? Eben?” Seth ordered.

The probie blinked at him then visibly pulled himself together. He was new since Seth had been put on leave. He’d had training, but this was probably his first real situation.

“Evan sir, Evan Pritchard. Uhmmm… Both engines out, reports of major incidents, last said the storm has taken out power. I’m alone here…” He paused. “And sir, I’m not sure what to do.”

Seth considered what he’d been told. Ten kids, Casey, Shorefields, trapped in the bus, which meant they had maybe managed to get away from Shorefields itself and had no way of getting back. He doubted they were set for extreme weather.

“Okay. I want you here. You’re not to leave and you’re to keep your eyes on comms, see if we can get more intel. I need supplies in a bag from the kitchen, water, energy bars.”

“What are you going to do?”

Seth looked directly at him. Evan needed to know where he was going. “There’s a bus load of kids trapped up at Shorefields and I’m going to help. I’m taking the Land Rover.”

He didn’t leave room for discussion, simply presented the facts a done deal. He should wait for a team, for backup, but there was nothing stopping him from getting to Jamie and the kids. And Casey.

“Yes, sir.”

They split, Seth checking the truck he was going to use, a modified vehicle capable of getting through most of the shit life could throw at it. It was equipped with most of the things he could need. Then as an afterthought, he grabbed coats from the supply room. He knew the kids would be dressed warm. After all, the whole day had been a winter experience in a beautiful place.

He was supposed to be there with Casey. He’d said he was staying at home. Time is not right to start thinking I’ve fucked up.

What did I think?

I really enjoyed this story. It appealed in a number of ways. Firstly, it was the perfect read-in-a-single-sitting book. The story was engaging and made more appealing by focusing on an existing couple. I usually find myself reading about men falling in love. Less books seem to focus on men who have been together for a while or men who have broken up. It was refreshing to read a story where the characters aren’t perfect. Life has thrown up obstacles. Emotions have run high. Relationships have suffered. While Seth and Casey deal with a huge life-threatening snowstorm, they start to open up about their feelings. I thought the reconnection of the two men was very well done.

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RJ Scott has been writing since age six, when she was made to stay in at lunchtime for an infraction involving cookies. She was told to write a story and two sides of paper about a trapped princess later, a lover of writing was born.

As an avid reader herself, she can be found reading anything from thrillers to sci-fi to horror. However, her first real true love will always be the world of romance where she takes cowboys, bodyguards, firemen and billionaires (to name a few) and writes dramatic and romantic stories of love and passion between these men.

With over seventy titles to her name and counting, she is the author of the award winning book, The Christmas Throwaway. She is also known for the Texas series charting the lives of Riley and Jack, and the Sanctuary series following the work of the Sanctuary Foundation and the people it protects.

Her goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.

rj@rjscott.co.uk

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INTERVIEW: The Truth As He Knows It by A.M. Arthur

Do you like finding out some juicy truths and interesting facts from the your favourite authors? See how A.M. Arthur has answered some questions like below! Don’t forget to enter the giveaway.

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The Truth As He Knows It

By A.M. Arthur

Release Date: February 10, 2015

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

Cover Artist: Lyn Taylor

Pages or Words: 83,000 words, 255 pages

Interview

Do you listen to music while writing?

Sometimes. I am all over the place when it comes to how I write. I used to play music all the time. I’d often have a playlist of songs that reminded me of the stories or characters. Now more often than not, I write either in silence, or with the background noise of a fan running. Sometimes if I want music, I’ll choose something that’s instrumental, instead of with lyrics. Some of my favorite instrumentals are the scores for “Band of Brothers” and “Dante’s Cove.” It depends on my mood, or if I need help getting in the mood to write a certain kind of scene.

What do you do while writing that others might find unusual?

I can’t really think of anything. I don’t believe in rituals. I know sometimes I’ll see a writer say “I can’t write without my tea!” or “I have to be in a coffee shop with noise all around me.” I write whenever I can, at whatever time of day is convenient. I don’t need anything special around, although I always have something to drink within reach, usually water. Water feeds the brain and body, so hydration is important.

I know, I’m boring.

Which of your books was the most difficult to write?

Out of all of my books that have been published, I would have to STAND BY YOU. While I wrote it fairly quickly, it wasn’t an easy book. The romance was a very slow burn romance, with a lot of sexual tension. Romy went to hell and back, so getting him through everything he was trying to overcome was a special challenge. Knowing in my heart that the way it ended in terms of Romy and Brendan’s sexual relationship was correct (and some readers have disagreed with it, which is their right). I really wanted to give Romy the story he deserved.

Now, if we aren’t talking published, then THE WORLD AS HE SEES IT wins hands-down for most difficult. This is the second Perspectives book, and once you meet Tristan in THE TRUTH AS HE KNOWS IT, you’ll understand why his POV was so difficult to get into. But once I figured him out and knew where his story was going, it got a little easier.

Who is an author you would like to meet and talk to over dinner?

Michael Moss. He’s a nonfiction, food writer who has authored multiple books on food and the way we eat in America. I’ve become very aware of processed foods, GMO’s, and how our eating habits affect our overall health and enjoyment of life. I now eat gluten-free to help manage chronic pain. SALT SUGAR FAT is a must-read about the processed food industry. I would love to pick his brain and simply have a conversation about food.

Slow and gentle or up against the wall?

I’m pretty vanilla in my own life, so I’d have to go with slow and gentle. Up against the wall sounds like it has its own merits, but I imagine you can only go so long before someone gets a leg cramp.

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Blurb

Perspectives, Book 1

Officer Noel Carlson isn’t out to anyone in small-town Stratton, Pennsylvania, only to distant friends and family, so a relationship is out of the question. That doesn’t stop him from wanting one, though.

When a night-shift call brings him face to thonged butt with a hired stripper whose girl-party gig went terribly wrong, Noel takes pity on the guy and lets him go. But he can’t get the encounter out of his mind.

Shane has big-time debts to repay, especially to the brother who sacrificed nearly everything for him. His two jobs, in a deli and as a stripper, leave him no time for a social life. But a non-date of hot sex and takeout food with Noel? He can squeeze that in.

The bond they form is stronger than either expected or wanted. Especially since the step Shane’s about to take to put his brother—and his soul—back in the black isn’t quite legal. And he never calculated just how much his determination to make things right will cost him in the end.

Excerpt

“I want to see you again,” Shane said.

Noel grinned, flashing those dimples. “I’d like that too. My work schedule is pretty weird, though. I’m first shift, which is eleven at night to seven in the morning, five days, starting tomorrow.”

Shane worked that one around. It gave them daytime hours, and evenings on Wednesday and Thursday. He worked at the deli tomorrow, and Saturday was off the table. Probably Sunday too, for good measure. “When do you sleep?”

“Usually when I first get home, from about eight to two or three. Sometimes longer, depending on the night.”

“So you’re usually free dinnertime until like ten?”

“Pretty much.” Noel cracked an unexpected yawn. “Sorry, my schedule is a little off after spending the day with Tristan. I try to keep similar sleep times on my days off so I don’t get too screwed up.”

Shane stood, surprised. “How long have you been awake?”

“About thirty hours.”

“Shit, why didn’t you tell me that?”

“Because I wanted to do this tonight. I’ve been thinking about you all week, and I’m glad I saw you at Mineo’s today. Really glad.”

“Me too.” Shane draped his arms around Noel’s waist. “And since this has been a fantastic night, I’m going to go before you pass out from exhaustion.”

“Do you want to get together tomorrow?”

He considered it for about two seconds. “My weekend’s pretty booked with work and stuff. Monday? We could maybe go out for real this time?”

“Sounds good. I’ll call you when I get up Monday and we can hammer out the details.”

“Okay.”

Shane collected his clothes and dressed, taking his time because Noel was watching. The opposite of a striptease, and Shane kind of loved the novelty of it. He meant his good-night kiss to be soft, quick, but Noel held him tight and devoured his mouth until Shane was breathless and half-hard. God, he could kiss Noel for hours and not get tired of it. But he saw the fatigue in Noel’s eyes, and it was time to leave.

“See you soon,” Shane said. “And thanks for dinner.”

“You’re welcome, cowboy.”

Shane strolled back to his car with a bounce in his step, positive he’d never be able to hear the word “cowboy” again without thinking of Noel Carlson.

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About the Author

A.M. Arthur was born and raised in the same kind of small town that she likes to write about, a stone’s throw from both beach resorts and generational farmland.  She’s been creating stories in her head since she was a child and scribbling them down nearly as long, in a losing battle to make the fictional voices stop.  She credits an early fascination with male friendships (bromance hadn’t been coined yet back then) with her later discovery of and subsequent love affair with m/m romance stories.

When not exorcising the voices in her head, she toils away in a retail job that tests her patience and gives her lots of story fodder.  She can also be found in her kitchen, pretending she’s an amateur chef and trying to not poison herself or others with her cuisine experiments.

Where to find A.M. Arthur:

Contact her at am_arthur@yahoo.com with your cooking tips (or book comments). You can also find her online (http://amarthur.blogspot.com/), as well as on Twitter (http://twitter.com/am_arthur), Tumblr (http://www.tumblr.com/blog/am-arthur), and Facebook (A.m. Arthur). A.M. Arthur’s work is available from Samhain Publishing, Carina Press, Dreamspinner Press, and Musa Publishing.

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