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GUEST POST: And God Belched by Rob Rosen

Hello Because Two Men Are Better Than One readers! If you’re looking for a laugh, for some romance with a bit of heat, for a truly unique book, then I invite you to check out my twelfth (and, dare I say, best) novel, And God Belched, published by MLR Press.

Here’s a little bit about the book:

In this riotously funny romantic adventure, Randy and his younger brother, Craig, find themselves in a different universe, on a strange planet, desperately searching for Milo, a handsome stranger in imminent danger, all while being chased by the heavily armed local authorities. And that’s just the start of this epic journey. But what else does fate have in store for our brave heroes? And can one human save two worlds, the handsome alien he’s fallen in love with, his entire family, and a self-aware watch? Read on, dear Earthlings, to find out!

Feel free to pick up a copy here:

https://www.amazon.com/God-Belched-Rob-Rosen-ebook/dp/B078GG9L4P/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1513737466&sr=8-1

And an excerpt can be read below.

All the best and enjoy!

Rob Rosen

www.therobrosen.com

Author of the award-winning novels Sparkle: The Queerest Book You’ll Ever Love, Divas Las Vegas, Hot Lava, Southern Fried, Queerwolf, Vamp, Queens of the Apocalypse, Creature Comfort, Fate, Midlife Crisis, and Fierce, and editor of the anthologies Lust in Time, Men of the Manor, Best Gay Erotica 2015, and Best Gay Erotica of the Year, Volumes 1 and 2 and 3.

Excerpt:

It was two days later, two days of utter hell and frustration. It was late, close to midnight. I no longer slept. I was either awake or momentarily passed out. I was twenty-two and looking forty—a pretty forty, sure, but forty nonetheless. I was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Hang in there, Milo,” I whispered. “We’re coming for you.”

The bed shook a second later. I hopped up and flicked on a light. Craig came barreling in a moment later, a large garbage bag flung over his shoulder. He closed the door behind him and tossed the bag to the pink carpet.

“What is all that?” I asked as he dumped the contents out.

He put his index finger to his lips. “Shh. Working.”

I began to argue, which is how Craig and I did things, argumentatively, but then thought the better of it. Instead, I sat on the bed and watched him assemble the strange apparatus he’d invented. It took shape quickly enough. There was a basin on the floor, a structure of metal beams in the shape of a cube above that, a pan resting above that. There were some tubes running from top to bottom and back again. On the floor sat some sort of small motor. It looked like a…well, I hadn’t a clue what it looked like. It looked like a mess of metal and tubes, like an erector set gone wrong.

“I have no idea what all this is,” I freely admitted when it was at last complete.

He rose to hand me two emptied gallon jugs, now deplete of their milk. “Fill these.”

“The cow went home for the evening.”

He grimaced, eyes, as usual, rolling. “With water, jackass.”

I nodded. “Water. Right. Be right back.”

I raced to the bathroom. I raced as my mind raced. What was Craig up to? What was that apparatus he’d set up? And how would it help Milo? In any case, the jugs filled up quickly, and so back I rushed. I handed them to Craig. He filled the basin with the water, and then passed them back my way.

“Two more,” he commanded.

I sighed. “Really?”

He mock-sighed me in return. “Did Einstein’s assistants question his genius?”

“I doubt Einstein had assistants when he was eighteen, little bro.”

He glared my way. “Don’t doubt; fill.”

Thus again commanded, I tore to the bathroom and filled up jugs three and four. By the time I’d done five and six, I was duly exhausted and even more frustrated. We didn’t have that much time, after all. The portal never stayed open for more than ten minutes, and we were close to that already.

“Please tell me that was the last one,” I said, now breathing hard.

“That was last one.”

“Thank God,” I exhaled as I watched him crouch down to the small motor.

“I’d say pray to him,” he said, flicking the thing on. “Thank him after this is all over with.”

The motor purred. Fortunately, it wasn’t all that loud. Also fortunately, my parents slept on the first floor of our house, while Craig and I slept on the second. I mean, how would I have explained any of this, especially the waterfall Craig had suddenly flicked on in the middle of my bedroom.

“Pretty,” I said. “But, uh, why does it suddenly look like the tropics in here?”

He rose and walked to the mirror. “Like I said a couple of days ago…” He touched the mirror. “Solid.” He pointed to me. “Idiot.” He pointed to the waterfall. “Leaving.”

It took me a few seconds to put all the pieces together. “Wait,” I said. “Water isn’t a solid; it’s a liquid.”

“Eureka,” he said with an exaggerated sigh.

“Now what?” I asked, instantly coming down off my high.

He slid my mirror out of the way and got down on the floor next to the waterfall. He’d put the basin on wheels, and so all the thing needed was a push before it was sitting where the mirror once had been.

“Now this,” he said as he again stood next to me. “Go ahead.”

I gulped. “Go ahead and, uh, what?”

He looked my way, his eyes burning like two tiny stars. I guessed that this is what Justin Bieber looked like just before he went on stage. “Try it out, dude,” he said, then grabbed my hand and placed it in front of the downward flowing water.

“What if it works?” I asked. “What if it works and we’re sucked into space? What if his world doesn’t breathe oxygen? What if it works and we’re trapped over there?”

He nodded thoughtfully. “All surprisingly good questions, dude. But there’s one more: if we don’t do this, what happens to Milo?”

I paused, but not all that long. In truth, I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t know what happened to Milo. And no, that wasn’t me being a drama queen, for a change; that was me knowing that I had a connection that had been severed, leaving me very much short-circuited, so to speak. Milo, I’d come to believe, was my destiny. Whether or not rightly so, it didn’t matter; this is what I felt, and so that was all that mattered.

In other words, with just the slightest bit of trepidation, I stuck my hand through the water and promptly winced.

“What, what?” Craig asked, concern washing over his face. “Did it hurt? Is your hand disintegrating?”

I shook my head. “The water is cold.”

He socked me one in the arm as he sharply exhaled. “Fucker.” He then looked behind the waterfall. “Um, dude, just so you know, your hand isn’t back there.” He then locked eyes with me, those stars going all supernova-like. “Your hand, Randy, your hand is in another universe, boldly going where no hand has gone before.”

My gulp repeated. I wiggled my fingers. They, in fact, still wiggled. Meaning, my hand hadn’t, in fact, disintegrated. My hand was also not too cold or too hot, but, like the baby bear’s porridge, just right. And so, I moved my arm further into the water, and further it did go. Which is why, since the body goes where the hand leads, I found myself walking through the waterfall a split-second later, saying through the spray, “Well, here goes nothing.”

Though, of course, here went everything.

 

 

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GUEST POST: The Perfect Gift by Joe Cosentino

What do Capri, Italy and Philadelphia, PA have in common. It turns out a lot actually. Both are gorgeous, magical, romantic, and the perfect place to spend the winter holidays. Capri has its ancient, quaint church with stained glass windows and pipe organ, steep white cliffs hovering over clear turquoise water, historic villas, and mouthwatering food. Philly is home to the Blue Cross RiverRink Winterfest ice skating, Franklin Square Holiday Festival and Electrical Spectacle Holiday Light Show, Christmas Village, Holiday Market in Dilworth Park, Germantown Avenue’s Winter Wonderland with Victorian-costumed carolers and bell ringers, and Dickensian Street where people dressed as characters from Dickens’ novels stand in front of Victorian-style bay-windowed shops lit up for the holidays.

Two years ago, I wrote a holiday short novella loosely based on my trip to the magical and gorgeous island of Capri: A Home for the Holidays. Bobby, a young, Italian American law student traveling to Capri during the winter holidays meets his quaint Italian relatives, and falls in love with his handsome, muscular, sexy Italian distant cousin, Paolo. Readers and listeners loved the e-book and audiobook performed by the talented Joel Leslie, feeling as if they could see, hear, taste, and touch the captivating characters and romantic locations. Since A Home for the Holidays leaves open the future of Bobby’s and Paolo’s relationship; Joel, readers, reviewers, and Dreamspinner Press staff asked me why I hadn’t written a sequel. So this month we are releasing The Perfect Gift e-book.

The two-part story begins a year after A Home for the Holiday ends. Bobby and Paolo are living in Philadelphia as a junior lawyer and junior fashion designer. When Paolo proposes, Bobby’s family and friends are intent on giving the couple a gaudy, elaborate wedding against their wishes. Bobby and Paolo jump through quite a few holiday hoops and finally have their perfect December wedding (December Grooms). A year later, since it’s Christmas time, the couple tour many of the quaint and wonderful holiday sites in the area featuring elaborately decorated trees and wreathes, Dickensian villages, Victorian carolers and bell ringers, vendors selling hot mulled cider and roasted chestnuts, and bay-windowed shops. They exchange beautiful gifts, and enjoy spending Christmas with Bobby’s eccentric family and hilarious friend Jared. While playing department store Santa, Bobby’s father suffers a heart attack. A man in a Santa suit, who Bobby assumes is his father’s replacement, brings the young couple to the hospital room of a sick little boy. Like the child we celebrate at Christmas, could this boy be the holiday gift leading to happily ever after for Bobby and Paolo (An Unexpected Present)?

I hope you enjoy Bobby and Paolo’s next adventures in Bobby’s beautiful hometown. And I hope you get what you need for Christmas. Enjoy my special holiday gift to you. Please know that it comes wrapped in a huge ribbon of love.

 

THE PERFECT GIFT (Bobby and Paolo Holiday Stories, Book 2)

by JOE COSENTINO

published by Dreamspinner Press, e-book $4.99

Blurb

Back in America after finding A Home for the Holidays and each other in Capri, new couple Bobby McGrath and Paolo Mascobello are ready to tie the knot during the winter holidays. Their families, friends, and pastor offer more advice than sages on speed. So, young lawyer Bobby and fashion designer Paolo are caught in the matrimonial holiday circus. Will a shocking turn of events somehow lead to the perfect wedding for the December grooms?

The following Christmas, Bobby and Paolo aren’t feeling the holiday spirit. They have a nice apartment, designer clothes, entertaining and supportive friends and family, but little time for each other. While out shopping in their quaint local holiday village, Bobby and Paolo encounter Gregory, an adorable seven-year-old who changes their lives forever, offering them a true holiday miracle… if they’re willing to accept it.

What reviewers said about A Home for the Holidays (Bobby and Paolo Holiday Stories, Book 1):

“I adore the character of Bobby…the heartwarming family moments…the love the author has for Capri and the people there flows off the page in every word he has written…..When you finish reading this story, you will want to book your own flight to Italy and boat to Capri.” Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words

“Joe Cosentino’s holiday novella, A Home for the Holidays, delivers in every way that a romantic, feel-good story should. Every book I read by this author continuously pulls me in and wraps me up like a warm blanket.” Kathy Mac Reviews

“The one thing you can’t escape when reading Cosentino’s books is his humour; it’s what draws me back time and again to this author. Sometimes the humour is subtle, sometimes it’s unashamedly overt – every time it is hilarious.” Boy Meets Boy Reviews

I’m going to go on record saying that Joe Cosentino pretty much has me at hello. His writing style is incredibly smooth with beautiful details that never feel like too much or too little. Even in this very short story, I felt like I was right there in Capri with Bobby. Both the scenery and Bobby’s emotions are painted with lush, vivid detail…exceptional writing and beautifully gift-wrapped love story.” AM Leibowitz

Bestselling author Joe Cosentino wrote In My Heart/An Infatuation & A Shooting Star, the Bobby and Paolo Holiday stories: A Home for the Holidays and The Perfect Gift, The Naked Prince and Other Tales from Fairyland (Dreamspinner Press); the Nicky and Noah mysteries: Drama Queen, Drama Muscle, Drama Cruise, (Lethe Press), Drama Luau, Drama Detective; the Cozzi Cove series: Cozzi Cove: Bouncing Back, Cozzi Cove: Moving Forward, Cozzi Cove: Stepping Out, Cozzi Cove: New Beginnings (NineStar Press); and the Jana Lane mysteries: Paper Doll, Porcelain Doll, Satin Doll, China Doll, Rag Doll (The Wild Rose Press). He has appeared in principal acting roles in film, television, and theatre, opposite stars such as Bruce Willis, Rosie O’Donnell, Nathan Lane, Holland Taylor, Charles Keating, and Jason Robards. Joe is currently Head of the Department/Professor at a college in upstate New York, and is happily married. He was voted 1st Place Favorite LGBT Mystery, Humorous, and Contemporary Author of 2015, and 2nd Place Favorite LGBT Romance Author of 2015 by the readers of Divine Magazine. He has also won many Rainbow Award Honorable Mentions including for In My Heart/An Infatuation & A Shooting Star. http://www.JoeCosentino.weebly.com

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Amazon: Author.to/JoeCosentino

Excerpt 

“Hi, Mom. What are you doing?”

“Sitting home alone like a dog.”

That’s Mom’s logic. If their house isn’t full of people eating and carrying on, she’s alone. “Where’s Dad?”

“In his den, watching the game on TV as usual.”

I’m Bobby McGrath. Since this is my story, I should tell you more about myself. I have frizzy red hair, green eyes, and a swimmer’s body, thanks to the pool at my gym. The swimmer’s body is thanks to the pool. The red hair and green eyes are courtesy of my dad’s side of the family, which my mom calls the Bad Seed. And I passed the bar. I don’t mean I’m a recovering alcoholic. I aced my bar exam, and I’ve been a junior lawyer for nearly a year now.

“Bobby, are you listening to me or thinking about one of your cases?”

“I’m listening, Mom.” I sat on the window seat in my Victorian apartment’s turret and gazed out at the carolers appropriately dressed in Victorian garb as they sang in front of the department store across the street. That’s the department store where my father is manager and plays Santa every December. “How did Dad’s physical go with Dr. Sherman?”

“He said Dad’s overweight. Like we didn’t know. For that we shelled out a thirty-dollar co-pay.”

“Did you mention how Dad’s been forgetting a few things lately?”

“I told him how your father forgot to take out the garbage, sweep out the garage, and chase the squirrels out of our summerhouse in the backyard.”

I couldn’t help thinking Dad’s memory lapses were intentional.

“Dr. Sherman asked Dad some questions, like Dad’s birthdate and our anniversary.”

“And?”

“Your father never remembers things like that, so I answered for him.”

“Mom, you shouldn’t have—”

“Your father’s fine, except for an enlarged prostrate.”

“That’s prostate.”

“Don’t correct your mother, especially now.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You know I don’t like to burden you with my problems.”

“All right. I should get on my laptop to do some research for a—”

“I’m worried about your sister.”

“Which one?”

“Both of them.”

I took a sip of Lemon Zinger tea and braced myself for a long story.

“They work so hard at their jobs and taking care of the kids, they never see their husbands.”

My sisters’ know-it-all spouses? “Is that a bad thing?”

“Watch your mouth, mister. I’m your mother. In my day we never disrespected our parents, no matter how wrong they were about everything. And we never took drugs.”

“I don’t take drugs, Mom; neither does Paolo.”

“But plenty of young people today are drug addicts, Bobby. They say they’re nervous. If young people are nervous, they should do what I do, and take a Prozac.”

As Mom rambled on about the sad state of our youth, I glanced over at the antique cherry coffee table to a framed picture of Paolo and me smiling in front of the Mascobello villa in Capri, Italy. That’s where I met Paolo, when I visited my extended family. Don’t freak out. Paolo is a very distant cousin. He has dreamy sapphire eyes, wavy chestnut hair, more muscles than a daytime television star, and a little-boy pout that makes me want to take care of him for the rest of his life. Which I do. Since Paolo was quite the playboy in Capri, I had my doubts about our relationship. But we’ve been living in boyfriend bliss here in Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love, for a year now.

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BLOG TOUR: Gay for Pay by T.M Smith

Song and Scene, plus an Excerpt and Giveaway

Hello everyone and thanks for stopping by Nic’s blog today for their stop on my blog tour. It’s always fun for me to interact with my peers, and since I also do reviews for MMGBR, I’m very excited to see who decided to review Gay for Pay and what their thoughts on the story are.

Today I’m going to talk a little about the music behind my book, why I chose this song and how it represents something in the story. If you’ve read the synopsis for Gay for Pay then you know Chris is broken almost as soon as the book begins. One mistake when he was eighteen changed his life irrevocably. The song Ghost Town by Adam Lambert screamed Chris from the first time I heard it. The chorus for the song is, “My heart is a Ghost Town” and that so perfectly fits Chris at the start.

“I died last night in my dreams, all of the machines have been disconnected.” After the accident, Chris continues to think he should have died as well.

“Time was thrown out the wind, and all of my friends had been disinfected.” After the accident everyone in Chris’s life abandons him, except for his best friend Michael.

It almost seemed like Adam Lambert had read an early draft of my story then wrote this song. Everything about it screams Chris and his pain and confusion. But let me assure you, he finds happiness. There is some darkness in the book early on, but the sun begins to shine soon enough.

I hope you’ll all grab a copy of this new release and enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Here’s an exclusive excerpt from Gay for Pay…

“So that’s why you don’t like the guy, and here I thought it was his charming personality.” Chris was trying to lighten the mood, but he wasn’t certain it’d worked since Linc didn’t respond. They walked in relative silence for a while and Chris was enjoying the scenery but also starting to wonder how far out along the water they were going to walk. He stopped and turned back to look and see how far the house was, shocked when it looked tiny in the distance.

He spun around, intent on asking Linc if they could start heading back to the house, running right into a wall. Well, not a wall really, but Linc’s toned chest sure felt like one when Chris barreled into him. He reached up and gripped Chris’s arms to stop him from falling over. Chris smiled and moved to pull back, but Linc held him in place, their bodies just inches apart.

He opened his mouth to tell Linc to release him, but he couldn’t form the words. Chris shook his head, swallowing, trying to add a little moisture to his suddenly dry mouth. When Linc’s tongue darted out, running over his bottom lip, Chris inhaled a sharp breath and tried to break free of Linc’s hold once more, to no avail. If anything, Chris thought his grip tightened. “Can I kiss you?” Linc whispered, his body already slowly moving closer to Chris.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. He wanted Linc to kiss him, and it scared him shitless. In his head he was saying no; he was shaking his head vigorously, no! But his body had a mind of its own. He could feel his head nodding and he closed his eyes as Linc’s warm, wet lips touched his. The kiss was chaste. Linc didn’t press further than a simple peck on the mouth, though lingering for a long time. When Linc pulled away there was a low moan, and Chris’s knees almost gave out when he realized he was the one groaning. 



Gay for Pay was originally published in 2015. Flash forward nearly 3 years later and I have learned so much, become more comfortable as a writer and I’m writing better stories for my readers. So, my editor and I decided to go back to the book that started it all. It was the first book we worked on together and it was the first book in the now wildly popular All Cocks stories. I guess you could say we’ve come full circle. 

 

Gay for Pay

An All Cocks story, book 1 
Buy links: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | Amazon DE

 

A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning Georgia;
TM Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. A Texas transplant, she now
calls DFW her home. Most days she can be found curled up with a good book, or
ticking away on her next novel.
 
Smith is a single mom of three disturbingly outspoken and
decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Besides her writing, she is
passionate about Autism advocacy and LGBT rights. Because, seriously people,
Love is Love!
 
 
 
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GUEST POST with GIVEAWAY: One Word by Anne Barwell

Thanks for hosting me today as part of my blog tour for One Word, the 3rd book in my Hidden Places series from Dreamspinner Press.

I have a Rafflecopter running as part of the tour so be sure to enter.  Dreamspinner Press also have the ebooks for Cat’s Quill (book 1) and Magic’s Muse (book 2) on sale for 75% off on 6th November as part of their daily deals newsletter.

Blurb

A Hidden Places Story

Ethan Leavitt arrives in the idyllic village of Oakwood to search for a missing friend. Having always prided himself on his ability to find rational explanations, Ethan’s trust in concrete evidence and logic is tested by the mystery of Oakwood and Tomas’s disappearance.

Donovan Campbell’s happy, sometimes flippant, exterior hides a past he’d rather forget. As he struggles with his memories and to hold on to the inn he owns with his best friend, the last thing Donovan needs is for some guy he’s only just met to start getting under his skin. When a bank robbery escalates into a dangerous situation, Donovan must embrace a part of himself he can no longer ignore in order to save a future that might never have the chance to exist.

Ethan learns that often the person you’re looking for is not the one you find. But have he and Donovan both realized that too late…?

Excerpt

“I’m so sorry, Jane,” Ethan said, “and I apologize for my insensitivity earlier. It was completely out of line.”

She managed a shaky smile. “Thank you for being understanding. Good afternoon, gentlemen. I guess it’s a good thing that I have the day off, isn’t it?”

“I’m sorry for kicking you,” Donovan said after she’d left.

“I can be an insensitive jerk at times. Lord knows, I’ve been told that often enough.”

“Not always. You’ve got a kind side to you too.”

Ethan’s concern for Jane had been real enough, as was his mortification that he’d been rude once he’d seen that she was upset.

“You say that like it’s a good thing.” Ethan retrieved his napkin from the side of his plate and wiped his mouth. “Sometimes it’s not, you know. People take advantage. Not that I’m saying she is, but….” He sighed. “Just forget it, okay.”

“Okay.” Donovan wondered who had hurt Ethan and recently. He’d seen enough to connect the dots. “Lots of assholes in this world, unfortunately.”

“And some decent people too. Oakwood’s been good for reminding me of that.”

“Are you sure you’re okay to come to London with me tomorrow?” Donovan couldn’t help but think that something in their conversation had triggered Ethan’s reaction. He’d said Mitchell and Vincent were good friends. Perhaps it was this acquaintance he’d mentioned? The one who had introduced him to them.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Ethan glanced at Donovan’s empty plate. “Have you had enough lunch?”

“Yes, thanks. I was hungrier than I realized.” Donovan finished the last of his beer.

“I went to see the owner of the Chronicle the other day, but he was too busy to talk and suggested we meet briefly today instead. I’m hoping, as he’s been working at the newspaper a while, he can tell me some old stories about Oakwood that didn’t end up in print. You’re welcome to come if you’d like.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I need to do some work at the inn this afternoon. We had to replace some weatherboards a few months ago, and I need to get them painted before winter.” Donovan wished he could have said yes, but Heidi was stressing about it. If he didn’t get onto it soon, she’d be out there doing it herself, and she did enough already. Part of their agreement in taking on the inn was that they split the workload between them, and Donovan made sure he pulled his weight. “You’re okay to find your own way back?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine. Thanks for asking.” Ethan pushed back his chair and walked over to the counter to pay for their meal. “I’ll see you later, at the inn.”

“Okay. Sounds good.” Donovan didn’t follow him immediately but instead stayed at the table watching Ethan at the counter. His hair curled up slightly at the back, his jacket falling to mid-ass, not quite covering it. He had a very nice ass.

Bet he kisses well too.

Oh fuck. Donovan closed his eyes for a moment. Where the hell had that thought come from? He was falling for the guy, wasn’t he—falling for a guy who wasn’t interested and would be walking out of his life in a couple of days.

Donovan heard footsteps walking away. He opened his eyes just in time to see Ethan disappear out the door. It was time to leave and bury himself in the work he needed to get done. He stood and headed for the door, giving Eoin and his friends a wave as he passed their table.

He hadn’t missed the money the three men had given Craig or the grins they all wore.

Donovan groaned. Great, that was all he needed. The pub door slammed as he stalked through it. Yep, they were running another betting pool all right.

It wasn’t his fault they were wasting their time. They’d find that out soon enough for themselves.

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Author Bio

Anne Barwell lives in Wellington, New Zealand.  She shares her home with two cats who are convinced that the house is run to suit them; this is an ongoing “discussion,” and to date it appears as though the cats may be winning.

In 2008 she completed her conjoint BA in English Literature and Music/Bachelor of Teaching. She has worked as a music teacher, a primary school teacher, and now works in a library. She is a member of the Upper Hutt Science Fiction Club and plays violin for Hutt Valley Orchestra.

She is an avid reader across a wide range of genres and a watcher of far too many TV series and movies, although it can be argued that there is no such thing as “too many.” These, of course, are best enjoyed with a decent cup of tea and further the continuing argument that the concept of “spare time” is really just a myth. She also hosts other authors, reviews for the GLBTQ Historical Site “Our Story” and Top2Bottom Reviews, and writes monthly blog posts for Authors Speak and Love Bytes.

Anne’s books have received honorable mentions four times and reached the finals three times in the Rainbow Awards.  She has also been nominated twice in the Goodreads M/M Romance Reader’s Choice Awards—once for Best Fantasy and once for Best Historical.

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GUEST POST: Drama Detective by Joe Cosentino

Drama Detective, the fifth Nicky and Noah mystery

by Joe Cosentino

Didn’t you always think that Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson were gay lovers? They sipped tea together at the fireplace. Shared meals. Traipsed around town as a unit. And argued like an old married couple. They seemed to always know what the other was thinking, and therefore they had this silent, deep connection. Holmes and Watson also balanced each other perfectly with Holmes the observant, analytical partner and Watson the deep thinker. A vacation in England confirmed it for me when I visited the Sherlock Holmes restaurant, and I later stood flesh face to bronze face with the Sherlock Holmes statue. The gay vibes were abundant. As Nicky would say, “I felt like a priest at altar boy induction.”

After that trip, I started to think, “What is even gayer than a Sherlock Holmes story?” Since my spouse and I were at the airport in New York City, it hit me like an eleven o’clock number: a Broadway musical! So, I combined my infatuation with Sherlock Holmes and musical theatre for the fifth Nicky and Noah mystery novel, where Nicky is directing and ultimately co-starring with his husband Noah as Holmes and Watson in a new musical Sherlock Holmes play at Treemeadow College prior to Broadway. Their best friend, Martin Anderson (who is the theatre department head like me), Martin’s husband Ruben, their office assistant Shayla, Nicky’s brother Tony, and Nicky and Noah’s son Taavi are also in the cast. Of course dead bodies begin falling over like hammy actors at a curtain call. Once again Nicky and Noah use their drama skills to figure out who is lowering the street lamps on the actors before the handsome couple get half-baked on Baker Street.

For those of you who haven’t read the first four novels in the Nicky and Noah mystery series (and you should!), it is a gay cozy mystery comedy series, meaning the setting is warm and cozy, the clues and murders (and laughs) come fast and furious, and there are enough plot twists and turns and a surprise ending to keep the pages turning. At the center is a touching gay romance between Associate Professor of Directing Nicky Abbondanza and Assistant Professor of Acting Noah Oliver.

In Drama Queen (Divine Magazine’s Readers’ Choice Award for Favorite LGBT Mystery, Humorous, and Contemporary Novel of 2015) college theatre professors are dropping like stage curtains at Treemeadow College, and amateur sleuths/college theatre professors Nicky and Noah have to use their theatre skills, including impersonating other people, to figure out whodunit. Reviewers called Drama Queen hysterically funny farce, Murder She Wrote meets Hart to Hart meets The Hardy Boys, and a captivating whodunit. Who am I to argue? One reviewer wrote Drama Queen was the funniest books she’d ever read! In Drama Muscle (Rainbow Award Honorable Mention 2016) Nicky and Noah don their gay Holmes and Watson personas again to find out why bodybuilding students and professors at Treemeadow are dropping faster than barbells. Also, Nicky and Noah’s relationship reaches a milestone by the end of the novel. In Drama Cruise it is summer on a ten-day cruise from San Francisco to Alaska and back (which my spouse and I also did). Nicky and Noah must figure out why college theatre professors are dropping like life rafts as Nicky directs a murder mystery dinner theatre show onboard ship starring Noah and other college theatre professors from across the US. Complicating matters are their both sets of wacky parents who want to embark on all the activities on and off the boat with the handsome couple. (The first three books are also available as wonderful audiobooks!) In Drama Luau, Nicky is directing the luau show at the Maui Mist Resort and he and Noah need to figure out why muscular Hawaiian hula dancers are dropping like grass skirts. Their department head and his husband, Martin and Ruben, are along for the bumpy tropical ride. In addition to the sexy hula dancers, we meet a handsome Hawaiian detective, a Bloody Mary type housekeeper, a cigar chomping hotel manager, the hotel owner and his senator wife who give new meaning to the term family values, and a cute young waiter who wants to be a hula dancer more than an anti-gay politician wants a dark backroom in a gay bar.

And now the release of book five: my homage to Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, and musical theatre queens everywhere! So put on your Sherlock Holmes hat and coat, grab your pipe and theatre program, and take your front row seat for the musical. The game is afoot in Drama Detective!

DRAMA DETECTIVE (a Nicky and Noah mystery)

a comedy/mystery/romance novel by JOE COSENTINO

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Theatre professor Nicky Abbondanza is directing a Sherlock Holmes musical in a professional summer stock production at Treemeadow College, co-starring his husband and theatre professor colleague Noah Oliver as Dr. John Watson. When cast members begin toppling over like hammy actors at a curtain call, Nicky dons Holmes’ persona on stage and off. Once again Nicky and Noah will need to use their drama skills to figure out who is lowering the street lamps on the actors before the handsome couple get half-baked on Baker Street. You will be applauding and shouting Bravo for Joe Cosentino’s fast-paced, side-splittingly funny, edge-of-your-seat entertaining fifth novel in this delightful series. Curtain up, the game is afoot!

“Joe Cosentino has a unique and fabulous gift. His writing is flawless, and his use of farce, along with his convoluted plot-lines, will have you guessing until the very last page, which makes his books a joy to read. His books are worth their weight in gold, and if you haven’t discovered them yet you are in for a rare treat.” Divine Magazine

“a combination of Laurel and Hardy mixed with Hitchcock and Murder She Wrote…Loaded with puns and one-liners…Right to the end, you are kept guessing, and the conclusion still has a surprise in store for you.” Optimumm Book Reviews

“adventure, mystery, and romance with every page….Funny, clever, and sweet….I can’t find anything not to love about this series….This read had me laughing and falling in love….Nicky and Noah are my favorite gay couple.” Urban Book Reviews

Bestselling author Joe Cosentino was voted Favorite LGBT Mystery, Humorous, and Contemporary Author of the Year by the readers of Divine Magazine for Drama Queen. He also wrote the other novels in the Nicky and Noah mystery series: Drama Muscle, Drama Cruise (Lethe Press), Drama Luau, Drama Detective, Drama Fraternity, Drama Castle; the Dreamspinner Press novellas: In My Heart/An Infatuation & A Shooting Star, A Home for the Holidays, The Perfect Gift, The Naked Prince and Other Tales from Fairyland, The Perfect Gift; the Cozzi Cove series: Cozzi Cove: Bouncing Back, Cozzi Cove: Moving Forward, Cozzi Cove: Stepping Out, Cozzi Cove: New Beginnings (NineStar Press); and the Jana Lane mysteries: Paper Doll, Porcelain Doll, Satin Doll, China Doll, Rag Doll (The Wild Rose Press). He has appeared in principal acting roles in film, television, and theatre, opposite stars such as Bruce Willis, Rosie O’Donnell, Nathan Lane, Holland Taylor, and Jason Robards. Joe is currently Chair of the Department/Professor at a college in upstate New York, and is happily married. Joe was voted 2nd Place Favorite LGBT Author of the Year in Divine Magazine’s Readers’ Choice Awards, and his books have received numerous Favorite Book of the Month Awards and Rainbow Award Honorable Mentions.

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Excerpt of Drama Detective by Joe Cosentino:

Since Tony and Mark had finished rehearsing the opening number, I moved back to my seat front and center. I opened the bag at my feet and downed some vitamin C, vitamin E, selenium, zinc, turmeric, and L-theanine with apple juice for energy. After calling for the actors’ attention on stage, I rose and attempted to give a few acting notes to London’s West End theatre actor Trevor Worth (our diabolical Professor Moriarty) and professional wrestler seeking a legitimate theatre credit Bruno Locho (as Scotland Yard’s dimwitted—not much of an acting challenge—Inspector Lestrade). Standing center stage, Trevor wore a long black coat and Bruno sported a wrinkled umber-colored suit. “Trevor, when you take off the prostitute costume on stage in the opening number to reveal yourself as Professor Moriarty—the jewel thief—stand more stage left so you are in the shadows.”

The tall, thin, sixty-year-old actor sprouted lines on his face like marijuana in a teenager’s window garden. His natural British accent compounded like a televangelist’s mansion during a television pledge drive as he said, “Have I told you that I have played the role of Moriarty in eighteen different Sherlock Holmes productions?”

More times than a closet gay actor tells the press he’s too busy working to date.

Trevor flicked back his long, thin shoe polish black hair and looked down his longer and thinner nose at me. “And did I also mention the productions spanned six countries?”

Bad news travels fast. “I’ve read your resume, Trevor.”

“And as the rest of the company knows, I will be starring as the title character in next season’s Broadway play aptly titled Moriarty, produced by the legendary Tom Rairy.”

“Trevor, what’s your point?”

“My point, Mr. Director, is that nobody knows the role of Professor Moriarty better than I. And Professor Moriarty would never change disguises in the dark. He would proudly switch personas where everyone can see him and then disappear.”

“I got a problem with that.”

I rested my elbows on my knees. “What’s your problem, Bruno?”

The wrestling star sucked in enough breath to expand his already expansive nose and chest. “Instead of Moriarty running away, me and him should go at it.”

“Go at it?” I asked like a sailor walking the plank.

“Yeah. Moriarty versus Lestrade in the ring.” Bruno’s dark eyes lifted to his bald head. “The ad for the show can go like, ‘Le Strade and Moriarty Shoot Off Head to Head.’”

Sounds more like an ad for a gay porn film to me.

Harvey Snigger (Porky Johnson) stood stage left with his hand on his ample hip, did a double take, and shook his jowls back and forth as if on the small screen. “Wrestling? Really, Bruno? My TVQ is on the line with this show. I won’t be party to a phony wrestling match.”

“Phony!” Bruno advanced on Harvey. “I leaped off the ropes and squashed guys double your size.”

“And Dumb It Down for Dad clobbered wrestling in the TV ratings,” Harvey replied with a sniff.

Bruno ripped off his tie and jacket. The shirt came next. “Let’s see how easily I can clobber you!”

Harvey sniffed like a rabbit in a genetically modified carrot garden.

Bruno prepared for attack. “And will you stop that annoying sniffing!”

Before real blood was shed on stage, I asked for the technical rehearsal to resume with the next song, where the famous Holmes, having just solved a case in Africa, flies in a helicopter over the heads of the audience. Corey called the cue from the stage manager’s console off stage. Reminiscent of that infamous tragedy at the Booth Theatre, the helicopter descended from the ceiling – and crashed into a box seat. As the cast and crew shrieked, the helicopter’s tail rotor flew off smack into Harvey Snigger standing on stage. While student technicians rescued the helicopter with our Sherlock Holmes trapped inside but unscathed, I called for another break.

Thankfully unharmed (except for his ego), Harvey stormed off stage into the wing shaking the rotor, and his chubby fist, at young Corey Sundance. “What kind of a stage manager are you? You nearly got me killed!”

My ex-student slid down in his chair. “Not my fault, dude.”

Harvey snorted like a pig staring at a truck load of bacon. “Over the entire course of our rehearsals, I haven’t seen one positive attribute of yours.”

Check out his butt on the internet.

“In the world of television, you’d be fired before the first commercial break,” Harvey shouted in Corey’s face.

“This isn’t the battle scene in Les Mis. Leave the kid alone.” Our author and musical director appeared at Corey’s side.

Harvey snarled like a conservative politician at a lecture on global warming. “Do you know who you are talking to?”

Mark Melody answered, “A chubby little guy who gets angry and turns greener than Elphaba in Wicked and does double takes and jowl rolls on a sitcom that would insult the intelligence of a teenager with an I.Q. of ten who is hooked on crack.”

Harvey did in fact turn green, do a double take, and shake his jowls. Then he stampeded downstage center and flailed his fatty arms at Ruben and me. “Producer, Director, if these two amateurs aren’t fired immediately, it’s roll the credits and show’s over for me, meaning you can kiss the TV audience goodbye.” He sniffed wildly.

 

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GUEST POST: In Search of Paradise by Annemarie Musawale

I’m no good at introducing my books. When anyone asks me what my books are about, I always feel like slapping a kindle into their hands and saying, “Read it and see.”
I think that many writers have that problem. The book blurb is always the hardest thing to write. How do you condense all of that awesome into a few sentences, not give away the plot and still make it sound interesting enough to make someone want to read it. It’s a headache, I can tell you.

So I’m not going to give you a treatise on In Search of Paradise, the first of book of its genre; how do I know that, you ask? Well, in the process of submitting it for publishing, there is a step where you choose the category your book belongs to right? So I looked for “African, gay”, also “African post apocalyptic”…
Guess what?
Those categories don’t exist.
The closest I got was African American gay romance.
Why do you think that is? Well, of course, there is the denial that gay Africans even exist; I know that for a fact. It’s getting better by the day what with TV shows like Empire which are popular locally, having gay couples. I’ve even had a discussion about it with work colleagues; mostly they seemed to suspect their wives of having lesbian relationships when they insist on seeing their friends. Sigh…

Well, gay Africans do exist, gay Kenyans are out here trying to hustle just like the rest of us. To make sure they can do that, there exists the national gay and lesbian human rights commission – a legal charity. I’ll let them introduce themselves in their own words:
Founded by six young legal advocates, The National Gay and Lesbian Human Rights Commission (NGLHRC) announced its foundation at its inaugural Gay and Lesbian Awards in December 2012. Held in Nairobi’s City Hall, the Awards affirmed the Kenyanness of the LGBTIQ community while demanding for their inclusion in public and social organizing spaces. Since then, NGLHRC has been encouraging diversity and agitating for public dialogue on sex, sexuality, gender, and nonconformity.
Since 2013, we have been the go-to organization for LGBTIQ legal aid, including security response. We provide a greatly needed national legal aid response mechanism to help prevent and respond to discrimination on account of real or presumed sexual orientation or gender identity. We also engage in civic and public education on LGBTIQ identity, needs, and rights as we push for the full inclusion of LGBTIQ individuals and communities in Kenyan society. Through unique partnerships, targeted trainings and a responsive staff, NGLHRC’s services and resources are available to LGBTIQ individuals wherever they may be; in every city, town, rural area, and county in Kenya.

When I began to write this book, I didn’t have any lofty ambitions in mind. It was a story, it came to me, and it wanted to be written. LGBTQIA is not really my space – except in the laziest of terms, where I could probably be described as an ally, maybe. But I thought that since I have appropriated their culture for my book, it’s only fair that they reap some of the benefits. That’s why I decided to give all preorder proceeds to the NGLHRC to help in my own very small teeny tiny way to make it easier to be gay in Africa. That way, it won’t take the goddamned apocalypse for people to come out of the closet.
Damn, is that a spoiler?
I think that’s a spoiler.
Oh well.

Blurb

When the world ends, it’s not with a bang, but a series of disasters. Ben and Anders, caught wrong-footed and unprepared – and mostly in the closet, find themselves on the run with Anders’ sister Zawadi.
Their families are gone and all they have is each other. Now they’re looking for somewhere safe to lay their heads; somewhere they can be themselves.
The hot dry Sahara desert offers hope- if only they can get across it and to Egypt where a new civilization is said to be rising. Already there is new lore about old gods; anywhere where people have enough leisure time to make up stories must surely be safe…right?
Anders wants more than safe, he wants a place where he can sleep in the same bed as his boyfriend without being lynched. Ben just wants to keep everyone alive. And Zawadi? Zawadi knows that these two boys would have been long dead without her.

Pre-order price is discounted. All pre-order proceeds go to the national gay and lesbian human rights commission.

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Annemarie is a writer of several published stories as well as a ghostwriter of many more. She enjoys writing stories about love, life, and relationships in a way that is real, relatable and possibly a little uncomfortable. If any of her stories provoked thought in her readers, then she’s done her job. She’s still waiting to make the New York Times bestseller lists though.

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GUEST POST and GIVEAWAY: Myths, Moons & Mayhem (edited by @DaleCLowry)

   

Hi, I’m Dale Cameron Lowry, and I’m here on Because Two Men Are Better Than One to talk about why three men are even better than two.

On Friday, I released the paranormal gay ménage anthology Myths, Moons, and Mayhem along with eight other authors. It’s a sexy, fun, and thrilling collection of stories that run the gamut of what you might expect from the paranormal genre, with a few surprises thrown in. Sure, we have werewolves, vampires, and ghosts. But we’ve also got paleontologists who dabble in magic on the side, an alien from another planet, and even Sasquatch.

The other thing that sets us apart is that each story features a sensual relationship between three men. The writers of Myths, Moons, and Mayhem excel at showing the different permutations triads can take, from lust-fueled dalliances to deep, lasting bonds—and everything between. In some of the stories, an established couple needs the perspective of a third partner to bring balance to their relationship, while in other tales, a group of single guys want to spice up their lives. Heroes form deep emotional bonds while fighting off the forces of evil, and when the heat of battle dies down, they bring that heat to the bedroom.

As the editor, I’ve been involved with Myths, Moons, and Mayhem since late winter. So you might expect that I’ve grown a bit tired of threesomes falling in love and lust through the power of magic. Au contraire. Working closely with the stories in this anthology has deepened my passion for both the fantasy and ménage subgenres. Both stretch the boundaries of what we believe can be possible.

Fantasy helps us experience the awe in our everyday lives. Ménages teach us that love can be limitless.

There’s a moment in Rebecca Buchanan’s “The Secret of the Golden Cup,” the second story in Myths, Moons, and Mayhem, when the lead character whispers in sudden realization, “Magic is real. Magic is real.” That’s how I feel about the stories in this collection: they create worlds that let me, as a reader, experience a whole new universe of possibilities.

Reading truly is magic.

In a world where queer people are loudly and frequently told that we’re lesser people, I need those kinds of stories. I need those reminders that the world is bigger than what I see in front of me. I need to know that love, happiness, and magic is out there for everyone to find—including you and me.

Giveaway

Win a collection of paranormal stories by Dale Cameron Lowry and other fabulous prizes as part of the Myths, Moons, and Mayhem giveaway.

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Where to buy Myths, Moons, and Mayhem

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About Myths, Moons, and Mayhem

Myths, moons, and mayhem make the perfect threesome—and so do the men in this anthology.

Enjoy nine erotic stories of paranormal ménages a trois fueled by lust and magic, where mystical forces collide with the everyday world and even monsters have their own demons to conquer.

A werewolf gets a lust-fueled lesson on fitting in with the pack, a professor unlocks ancient secrets and two men’s hearts, and a pair of supernaturals find themselves at the erotic mercy of a remarkable human. Ghosts, fairies, aliens, and mere mortals test the boundaries of their desires, creating magic of their own.

Penned by popular authors such as Rob Rosen and Clare London, as well as by newcomers to the genre, Myths, Moons & Mayhem is an eclectic mix of paranormal lust and polymythic beings that will spark your fantasies and fuel your bonfires.

Read story summaries and excerpts at https://dalecameronlowry.com/books/myths-moons-mayhem/

About Dale Cameron Lowry

Dale Cameron Lowry had a jagged forehead scar before Harry Potter made it cool. When not busy fighting evil, Dale writes and edits queer romance and speculative fiction. Come to think of it, maybe those are ways of fighting evil too.

You can find the most up-to-date list of Dale’s books and anthologies at www.dalecameronlowry.com.

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Excerpt from “When The Big Moon Shines” by Carl Redlum in Myths, Moons, and Mayhem

About “When the Big Moon Shines”: A college student is intent on hunting down the man who turned him into a werewolf. But his mouthwatering neighbors keep getting in the way.

Henry frowned at the four bare walls of his new bedroom. Two were the solid stone of the foundation; the other two sported new chain link against bare drywall. His father hadn’t even bothered to paint. Daylight streamed through a tiny slit of a window. But during those terrible nights, he might be able to wiggle through it. They’d better block it up before he could try.

“Honey?” His mother called from the steep stairs. There was always a note of panic in her voice now, ever since he’d moved back in. “We’re heading to the hardware store, but will be back in an hour.”

Left unsaid: Don’t leave the house.

Henry collapsed onto the tattered mattress in the corner. Upstairs was another bedroom, a daytime bedroom that was bright and airy. But it didn’t feel like his, not even during the day. While all his friends were still in college, his parents had dragged him to this new, tiny town in the middle of nowhere. They’d look after him for now, and maybe would for life, because of.…

And that’s where his mind turned blank.

He’d woken up in a jail cell with his clothes just rags. The cops had given him hard looks, if they looked at him at all, but wouldn’t explain how he’d gotten there, or why his jaw ached and his belly felt ready to explode. His mother had burst into the police station in tears, telling him, “Everything’s going to be all right,” and “We’ll fix you.”

Now, each month before the full moon rose, his parents would wrap him up in chains and lock him away. Those nights always began with heat, a rage in his chest laced with sickly fear, and then blackness. He’d wake covered in welts that quickly faded. Then, for a while, he’d be normal again.

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GUEST POST with GIVEAWAY: Nocturne by Irene Preston & Liv Rancourt

Guest Post

Thanks so much to Nic & RJ for having us as guests. Today is Nocturne’s release day, and Irene and I are so excited to see this one makes its way into the world!

Actually, I’m writing this post a week before the release, so I’m still in the nervous stage. The first couple reviews have been positive, though, and we’re grateful for readers’ enthusiastic response.

So why the nerves?

Nocturne is the second book in our Hours of the Night series, but this is the first time either of us had written a sequel. Bonfire, our holiday novella, doesn’t really count. For that story, we deliberately focused on the relationship between Thaddeus and Sara, and let most of the dangling plot threads from Vespers, well, dangle.

But with Nocturne, we had to pick them back up. After we remembered what they were. (lol!) I’m going to quote Irene here…

I love being in Thad and Sara’s world, so I’m always excited to return there. In just two novels and a novella, though, it’s insane how much we already have to go back and look up.

Honestly, remembering the story arcs didn’t make us as crazy as figuring out how to balance them, so that the wrong one didn’t take over. We posed questions in Vespers that we really don’t want to answer until book 3, if then. We also struggled (hard) with figuring out how much backstory to include so that new readers could enjoy the story without boring people who’d read the earlier books.

Irene’s the detail girl, while I tend to think in terms of the bigger picture get lazy and write whatever comes to mind first. Which was a problem when, near the end of the first draft, I’d set a few scenes in a room that didn’t exist in Vespers.

Oops.

So, yeah. It took us a while, but we’re ready for release day, and I think we’re both tremendously proud of the story we created. Keep reading here for an excerpt, and be sure and enter our rafflecopter giveaway. Someone’s gonna end up with a $

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Nocturne (Book 2) – $2.99 reg. $4.99

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The giveaway will open be thru 10/31/17.

Blurb

It’s Mardi Gras, cher, but this year le bon temps kick off with murder…

For generations, the White Monks have treated the vampire Thaddeus Dupont as a weapon in their battle against demons. However, when a prominent matron drops dead at a party, Thaddeus and his lover Sarasija are asked to find her killer. Their investigation leads them to an old southern family with connections everywhere: Louisiana politics, big business, the Church, and an organization just as secret as the White Monks.

Meanwhile, an esoteric text containing spells for demon-summoning has disappeared, Thaddeus is losing control of le monstre, and Sara is troubled by disturbing dreams. These nightmares could be a side-effect of dating a vampire, or they could be a remnant of his brush with evil. As the nights wear on, Sara fears they are a manifestation of something darker – a secret that could destroy his relationship with Thaddeus.

Nocturne is only $2.99 (40% off) through Oct. 12.

Don’t miss Vespers and Bonfire (Hours of the Night 1 and 1.5) at the special price of $0.99 for the same period!

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About the Authors

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About Irene Preston

Irene Preston has to write romances, after all she is living one.  As a starving college student, she met her dream man who whisked her away on a romantic honeymoon across Europe.  Today they live in the beautiful hill country outside of Austin, Texas where Dream Man is still working hard to make sure she never has to take off her rose-colored glasses.

Where to find Irene

IrenePreston.com

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About Liv Rancourt

I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire … or sometimes demon … I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at work or at home. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they’re brats.

Where to find Liv

LivRancourt.com

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Excerpt

The demons did not die easily.

We’d found them spray-painting nonsense syllables on the side of an abandoned brick building, not too many blocks from the river. One went down easily. The other, a small person, put up quite a fight, leaving Nohea and me bruised and breathless. Our walk back to the car was slow, and I was shamefully grateful to sink into the leather seat of my business manager’s sports car.

“Well.” Nohea slammed her door and glanced at me sideways. “That was a barrel of fun, wasn’t it?”

The second demon whimpered right before I deanimated her, and the echo of that pathetic sound tempered my response. “I’m glad no innocents were involved.” Assuming one of the possessed women had summoned the demon in the first place. Brother George’s accusation that I’d neglected my duty still chafed. I’d never refused to do anything they’d asked me to do.

Nohea rubbed at her face with an air of exhaustion. “So, where to, boss? You still want to chase Sara down?”

Did I? I stretched my sense, seeking Sara’s sweet warmth. And found… “Merde.” I whispered the word, surprise blossoming into a sense of horror.

“What?” Unconcerned, Nohea rolled her head from side to side, stretching as much as the small space would allow.

“I cannot find him.” I whispered the words, as if saying them any louder would make them true. I sprang from the car, spinning in a circle, reaching out with everything I possessed.

Rien.

Nohea climbed out of the car, eyes wide. “Thaddeus?”

“He is…nowhere.” I refused to give credence to the most obvious reason for this circumstance.

“He’s probably at the house by now. Come on, get back in the car.”

I made another slow circle, taking in the abandoned building, the ramshackle shotgun houses, the rust, the despair.

And not one particle of Sara’s spirit.

A buzzing noise came from the car, as unimportant and irritating as a wasp. Pain crashed over me in waves, and I stood with my hands clasped on top of my head, forcing my body to breathe.

The buzzing came again, and then Nohea’s voice. “Thaddeus, come on.” She stood in front of me, holding a cell phone. “Brother Michael wants to talk to you.”

“I do not…” The words faded. I clung to her gaze, as if by the force of our wills combined, we could alter this terrible thing.

She nodded once, sharply. “I’m sorry, Brother Michael, but Thaddeus is unavailable. How ’bout I take a message for you.” She paused, catching her lower lip in her teeth. “Okay.” Her silence went on a beat too long. “He says”—she pressed the phone to her chest—“wait. Just talk to him.”

Holding the phone out like a weapon, she came closer. I found myself taking it from her, holding it against my ear, all while trapped in a miasma of distress. “Yes?”

“Thaddeus, where is your companion? Where is Sara?” Brother Michael said frantically. “Nohea wouldn’t answer me just now, but you must know.”

“I…do not.”

 

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GUEST POST and GIVEAWAY: Patrick’s Savior by Nic Starr

Top 5… Holiday Destinations in Australia

Coming up with Top 5 lists is always so difficult! I find it so hard to narrow down my choices, particularly when there are so many fabulous options. So, as you can imagine, I’m hopeless at choosing ‘the best’ or ‘my ultimate favourite’. Anyway, I’m going to give it my best shot and give you my top 5 holidays destinations in Australia.

In no particular order…

#1 Tasmania – vast wilderness, bushwalking/hiking, Tasmanian Devils, penguins, historic towns, Port Arthur, food and wine…

#2 Darwin – tropical temperatures, crocodiles, swimming holes with waterfalls, Mindil Beach night markets

#3 Broome – Cable Beach, camel rides, Stairway to the Moon, pearls

#4 The Red Centre (Uluru) – Uluru (Ayres Rock), Kata Tjuta (The Olgas), aboriginal history, camel rides, Dinner Under the Stars

#5 Hunter Valley – this deserves a mention because it’s where my country house is located) vineyards, cellar doors, restaurants, outdoor concerts, kangaroos

I was going to write a list of honourable mentions but the list just went on and on because I had no idea where to stop. So many wonderful places to visit in Australia.

I love reading books set in other countries. I get lost in stories that take me to new places – virtual travel! I’ve written some books set in Australia and I love to be able to introduce readers to the places I love.

My latest release is Patrick’s Savior and it’s part of my Heroes series, a series that’s set in the USA. So it’s been fun to do a bit of travel by spending time with Patrick and Simon, and thinking back on my travel to, and research of, the US west coast.

Happy reading (and travelling),

Nic xx

Blurb

How do you find love when someone doesn’t want you to be happy?

Patrick Edwards is dealing with a double whammy. Unwanted attention from his housemate’s boyfriend is making him feel uncomfortable in his own home, and he’s facing uncertainty with his employment as an administrative assistant at the local elementary school. He finally breathes a sigh of relief when a friend puts him in contact with Simon, who has a vacant room.

Simon Dawson is a paramedic who doesn’t hesitate to help Patrick. After all, no one should live in a house where they don’t feel safe. Simon develops feelings for Patrick, but doesn’t act on them—Patrick’s moved from a bad situation and doesn’t need his new housemate hitting on him. However, a weekend away changes everything when Simon realizes Patrick returns his feelings.

But someone doesn’t want Patrick and Simon to be happy. A series of strange letters arrive at the house, and things will get a lot worse before the two men get their happily ever after.

Patrick’s Savior is a novel of approximately 69k words. It is part of a series but can be read stand-alone.

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GUEST POST: This Is Heaven by Michael Ampersant

Blurb

Alpha males, delicate souls, and the Undead hit it off in a new scramble for the last happy ending.

A billionaire dies a suspicious darkroom death in Georgia Beach’s only gay haunt. The Vampire Festival is about to start. A professor of quantitative metaphysics predicts Armageddon for Thursday. Her sister, Juliette, falls in love with street-smart Romeo. Elsa, author of heat-level romance, meets ravishing Ben, progenitor of erotic techniques. Shakespeare, Albert Camus, Enid Blyton, Mark Twain, and many other writers appear in cameo. Corpses pile up. Alpha-hunk Alex recovers from a suicidal overdose—with amnesia—and can’t remember his sexual orientation. John, his oversexed lover, is losing it. Is Alex still gay? Is John is still trolling? (Yes.) Will their partnership survive the End-of-the-World?

Explanation:

This Is Heaven is a satirical combination of sex (gay and straight), crime, politics, and culture (both high and low). Set in the (fictional) town of Georgia Beach, GA, the book relates how John and Alex, the anti-heroes of the Green Eyes, manage to hijack the resort’s Summer Festival despite overwhelming adversity from many quarters, including metaphysical ones.

The title is a sequel to Ampersant’s first work, Green Eyes, which was a finalist of the prestigious Lambda Literary Awards of 2015.

Prologue

Readers, the first chapter of this book describes a casual encounter of three men in the dunes behind the gay beach of my town. It does so in fairly graphic language—language that could discomfort or even harm you. So, I have decided to relegate the chapter to an appendix and replace it by a flat summary of the events related there—events triggered by the all-too-happy-ending of the first part of our story, Green Eyes.[1]

My name is John Lee. I live in Georgia Beach, GA, and teach French at Southern Georgia College. I met my destiny, Alexander Iglesias, seven days ago, under the same questionable circumstances that open this volume.

In a significant departure from gay cruising protocol, Alex and I then met again, and we fell in love, or at least I did. Boy meets girl, or boy meets boy, or whatever’s your shtick, that’s basically the story—it’s the usual story, and ours ended half an hour ago here on the beach.

Why this sequel then? Because ours is also an erotic thriller, and there are loose ends left dangling. So, I need to share my backstory while respecting your attention span. I’ll keep it simple then with an annotated list of characters that made it into this, the second part:

(a) Alex Iglesias, the green-eyed lead character. He’s alpha dog, big brother (when he’s in a good mood), and much more. He’s also very smart. We’ve been together for seven days now (under a very generous interpretation of ‘being together’);

(b) John Lee (me). Lazy, bipolar, shy, self-centered, unable to finish my Ph.D., slow-witted under duress but given to fits of secondary cockiness. Occasionally I’m lucky. Alex calls it serendipity;

(c) Maurice Dymond, visiting Brit and the third party to our al-fresco last week. Maurice managed to get himself arrested afterwards—and then assaulted—by passing lecherous cops, and in particular by a certain Officer Richard Benson, a closet-psychopath whose later attempts to eliminate the witnesses of his crime drove the story so far;

(d) Dr. Alice Sandeman, head of the ER of the local hospital where Alex worked as a paramedic;

(e) Godehart Wagner, a recent addition to Georgia Beach’s chattering classes, German by origin, somehow-descendent of Richard Wagner (the composer), and ex-in-law of Alice on account of her lesbian relationship with his now-deceased wife of convenience, Eleanor. He runs a Wagner-memorabilia company and owns a self-steering SUV, the first autonomous vehicle registered in the State of Georgia;

(f) John (“Ben”) Fletcher, a ravishing black guy who—even though my relationship with Alex was already on—ended up in my bed before I ended up in his, whence we revisited a sexual technique invented by the historic Knights of Malta. Ben is the youngest son of Reverend Dr. Martin Luther Fletcher and his lovely wife Gracelyn. He studies engineering at Georgia Tech;

(g) Ray Mayang, a long-time darkroom acquaintance of Malay origin;

(h) Trevor Howard, assistant district attorney for vice;

(i) Neill Palmer, local real-estate magnate, pure rice queen, and AIDS patient;

(j) Jane Trumpleton, desperate housewife, whom I enjoyed in the company of her friend Muffy, al fresco as usual, on Muffy’s afternoon porch. This event inspired the Georgia Beach A-level escort service, of which I’m the founder and CEO;

(k) Amy-Lou, deputy head nurse of the IC unit at the hospital, and occasionally in bed with Alex. More to the point, she stole Alex from me yesterday evening—this is only 12 hours ago—fucked him twice, and then returned him because she had some business with her girlfriend, Gretchen;

(l) Jack Horn, local homme à tout faire, photographer by training, whose claim to fame rests on his time spent as facilitator next to the pool of the Beverly Hills Hotel. He also invented a nuclear time machine;

(m) Nick, owner of Nick’s Restaurant, the largest restaurant of Georgia Beach (if not the world), and my fuckbuddy once removed via Jane T;

(n) Luke, owner of a convenience store nearby;

(o) the Blue Moon, the town’s principal gay club;

(p) the washed-up scriptwriter, the resident deus ex machina.

This being an erotic thriller, the lead character labors under a haunted past, which, in Alex’s case, entailed clinical depression and a suicide attempt last week. He was saved by yours truly, but when he had recovered from his overdose with serious amnesia, not only his depression but also his sexual preferences were somehow ‘forgotten’. His other cognitive skills appear untouched, however, and he feels entitled to believe—or to pretend—that he’s in heaven now.

How did we achieve a happy ending then, with his sexuality in jeopardy? Thanks to this heaven-thing, Readers: I am the only angel who wants his love, and wishes are fulfilled in heaven, and so I get it, his love—that’s how he put it half an hour ago. And then a certain Albert resurfaced (whom I owed), and accompanied us to the dunes, champagne flutes in hand, whence Albert’s wishes were fulfilled as well—that’s how we got entangled in this threesome of which I’m withholding the details. Let it be said that I don’t owe Albert any longer.

We’re skating on thin ice here in heaven, you understand, thin enough to propel our heartbreaking, murderous, yet ultimately fortuitous story into uncharted territory—especially in tropical southern Georgia during the third week of July 2014—I mean the thinness of the ice—this sentence will end in tears…

Hold on. Weren’t the Green Eyes set in July 2012? A gap in space-time must have occurred, but that’s just a minor twist to this saga.

[1] Green Eyes—an erotic novel (sort of). LustSpiel Books, Paris and New York (2015).

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Author Bio

In his previous life, Michael Ampersant founded the Applied Logic Laboratory of the University of Amsterdam. He moved to the Cote d’Azur in France where he writes half-serious prose and edits the webzine LustSpiel. His first book, Green Eyes, the prequel to This Is Heaven, was a finalist of the prestigious Lambda Literary Awards last year.

Links:

Michael Ampersant website:

http://morefreedomfries.blogspot.ch/

Michael Ampersant FB page:

https://www.facebook.com/Michael-Ampersant-1726960144238117/

Michael Ampersant Twitter Account:

https://twitter.com/MichaelAmpersan

(Previous) Publications

Novels:

Green Eyes—an erotic novel, (sort-of). Lustspiel Books, 2015.

This Is Heaven—Green Eyes, Part II. Lustspiel Books, 2017.

Novellas/Short stories:

Active Duty. 2013 EtherBooks.

Astral Engineering. A retelling of Jules Verne’s “Voyage to the Moon” from the (gay) point of view of Michel Ardan. 2014. Unpublished.

La Corniche d’Or. 2014. Temptation Magazine.

The Fountain of Geneva. 2014. The Bear Review.

Jamie 1.0. 2015. Gay Flash Fiction.

Jennifer. 2016. Gay Flash Fiction.

There Is so much Sex Going on in the World. 2016. Lustspiel Books.

Rilke’s Ghost. The author and his partner Chang vanquish the ghost of Rainer-Maria Rilke. 2016. Unpublished.

Le Trayas Station. The author meets a sluggish, pretty, Arab youth, whose brother is a terrorist. 2016. Unpublished.

Florence. 2017. Gay Flash Fiction.

It’s Immoral. 2017. Bunbury.

John Is a Great Guy. 2017, forthcoming. Gay Flash Fiction.