Designs of Desire

Series: Desires Entwined, Book #1 Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance Length: Novel / 200 pages Publisher: Dreamspinner Press Published: July 29th 2013 ISBN: 978-1-62798-005-0 (ebook) ISBN: 978-1-62798-004-3 (paperback) More »

Simple Desires (part of the Grand Adventures Anthology)

Series: Desires Entwined, Book #1.5 Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance Length: Short / Part of the Grand Adventures Anthology Publisher: Dreamspinner Press Published: March 31st 2014 ISBN: (ebook) 978-1-62798-996-1 More »


Children of the Knight Book Tour

Welcome to my stop for the Children of the Knight blog tour!

There is so much to see on this tour from reviews, promos, and dream- casts to guest posts and playlists. Be sure to enter the tour wide rafflecopter giveaway! Wan to see more of the tour? Follow the stops here.

Children of the Knight


I mainly use music from film scores when I’m writing to help me create the mood for certain scenes, especially those involving action or deep emotion. Children of the Knight and its sequels were no exception. What people often find very odd is my choice of film scores. People ask, “What does that movie have to do with your story?” The answer is, “Nothing. It’s the mood created by that particular score, not the source movie, that inspires its use.” I’ll go through some music I used and even include page numbers, from the paperback version, if any reader out there who might like to “read along” to these scores for the indicated sequences.

1. King Arthur by Hans Zimmer. It would seem an obvious choice given that my book is about King Arthur in modern-day Los Angeles recruiting lost kids for a children’s crusade. However, it was mostly the very poignant song “Tell Me Now” and its underlying theme that I used, not so much the action portions of the score. This haunting melody was used principally to fuel the scenes from page 234-247, very emotional sequences involving Jack and Lance and key to the unfolding story arc.

2. Backdraft by Hans Zimmer. The main theme, highlighted in the track, “Fighting 17th” was used for some of the scenes in Chapters 8 and 9 when Arthur and the kids traveled throughout the city. The first half of the track “Brothers” was used for part of a scene involving Mark and Lance that begins on page 97. “Fahrenheit 451” was my first choice for the very emotional finale beginning on page 318, which I can’t describe because that would be a spoiler. These themes are extraordinarily moving and engender real sentiment in the listener.

3. Armageddon by Trevor Rabin. The main theme as highlighted in “Armageddon Suite” and “Happy & Grace Make Peace” created some of the backdrop for heartfelt conversations between Lance and Jack, most notably the one on pages 257-261. “Long Distance Goodbye” was my second, and stronger, choice for the dramatic finale starting on page 318 and running all the way to the final page.

4. The Amazing Spider-Man by James Horner. The touching track “Rooftop Kiss” fit perfectly for a significant scene involving Jack and Lance on pages 278-281. “Saving New York,” or a large portion of it, easily spurred my imagination while crafting the finale on page 300 to 317, which contained both action and personal drama. “I Can’t See You Anymore” was yet a third backdrop for the emotions engendered from page 318 on. I think you can guess the finale is filled with emotion, and these various scores helped me to describe those emotions in, I hope, poignant enough detail to move the reader.

5. The Greatest Game Ever Played by Brian Tyler. This is a period movie about golf that should in no way have helped me write my book, but this score was the one I used the most. I used the main theme, first heard in “Main Title Overture” and then repeated throughout, for all the triumphant moments in the story wherein Arthur and his kids achieve great success in their crusade. The very moving “Broken Dreams” and “Broken Dreams Reprise” were used to highlight several key scenes, most notably when Lance reveals his past to Arthur on pages 56-58. This theme was also an alternate for previously mentioned scenes between Lance and Mark and Lance and Jack.

6. In addition to these, the song, “Shoreline” as performed by Anna Ternheim, remained uppermost in my mind while writing, especially as I crafted the character of Lance. This poignant and plaintive song truly seemed to capture the essence of Lance’s lost childhood and still moves me deeply each time I hear it.

7. I also thought “Say Something” by A Great Big World was very appropriate for Arthur, Lance, Jack, and Mark because there is so much unspoken between them, and what is unspoken leads to terrible consequences.

8. Oh, and just to preview the first sequel, Running Through A Dark Place, releasing in May, check out the score to 10,000 B.C. (yes, an off-beat caveman movie!) Then when you read that book you can determine for yourself if the music fits.

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According to legend, King Arthur is supposed to return when Britain needs him most. So why does a man claiming to be the once and future king suddenly appear in modern-day Los Angeles?
This charismatic young Arthur creates a new Camelot within the City of Angels to lead a crusade of unwanted kids against an adult society that discards and ignores them. Under his banner of equality, every needy child is welcome, regardless of race, creed, sexual orientation, or gang affiliation.

With the help of his amazing First Knight, homeless fourteen-year-old Lance, Arthur transforms this ragtag band of rejected children and teens into a well-trained army—the Children of the Knight. Through his intervention, they win the hearts and minds of the populace at large, and gain a truer understanding of themselves and their worth to society. But seeking more rights for kids pits Arthur and his children squarely against the rich, the influential, and the self-satisfied politicians who want nothing more than to maintain the status quo.

Can right truly overcome might? Arthur’s hopeful young knights are about to find out, and the City of Angels will never be the same.

The Knight Cycle Begins . . .

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Michael J. Bowler is an award-winning author of three novels––A Boy and His Dragon, A Matter of Time, and Children of the Knight––who grew up in San

Rafael, California.
He majored in English and Theatre at Santa Clara University and earned a master’s in film production from Loyola Marymount University, a teaching credential in English from LMU, and another master’s in Special Education from Cal State University Dominguez Hills.

He partnered with two friends as producer, writer, and/or director on several ultra- low-budget horror films, including “Fatal Images,” “Club Dead,” and “Things II,” the reviews of which are much more fun than the actual movies.

He taught high school in Hawthorne, California for twenty-five years, both in general education and to students with learning disabilities, in subjects ranging from English and Strength Training to Algebra, Biology, and Yearbook.

He has also been a volunteer Big Brother to seven different boys with the Catholic Big Brothers Big Sisters program and a thirty-year volunteer within the juvenile justice system in Los Angeles. He is a passionate advocate for the fair treatment of children and teens in California, something that is sorely lacking in this state.

He has been honored as Probation Volunteer of the Year, YMCA Volunteer of the Year, California Big Brother of the Year, and 2000 National Big Brother of the Year.

The “National” honor allowed he and three of his Little Brothers to visit the White House and meet the president in the Oval Office.

He has already completed the two continuations of Children of the Knight that complete the trilogy – Running Through A Dark Place & And The Children Shall Lead.

Both will be released in 2014.

Day of Silence 2014

Spray Paint Street Art

Thorny always finds the best stuff… Check out this great art video!

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This is just cool 8-)

What I really like about it is all the different techniques he uses to get the effects he wants. Scraping, splashing, blocking… I don’t know exactly what I think about while I’m painting, but I do have a plan before I start and a sketch to follow (most of the time). Looking at this, though, I have no idea what he’s thinking until look! there it is. Either he’s made a billion of these already — and who’s gonna know in a crowd like that — or he sees the final painting in his mind’s eye before he even starts. I like to imagine it’s the latter :)

And how crazy that he’s selling them for $20?! :?

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>>Celebrating Artists<< “Designs of Desire”

James is part of the “Celebrating Artists” Spotlight over at Rainbow Gold Reviews today~ There’s even a giveaway, so stop by a great site and leave a note :c)

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When I thought about which books we could feature to celebrate artists, I immediately had the beautiful cover of “Designs of Desire” in mind. As a artist myself, I love to read about creative MCs and hope that we can introduce some of you to this author :) Comment on this post to win an e-copy of the book. Contest ends April 12th :)

Designs of Desire


Artist James Bryant has forearm crutches in every color from rainbow for fun to sleek black for business. He even has a pair with more paint splatters than metal. After his family’s rejection and abuse from a man he thought loved him, James only just gets through the day by painting. He lives in constant fear that he’s not worthy of anything, let alone love.

As CEO of his company, Carrington Enterprises, Seth Burns is a take-charge kind of guy, and he is instantly smitten…

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Guest Book ♥ Zombies Suck by Z. Allora

I want to thank Tempeste O’Reily for welcoming me to her blog. My name is Z. Allora. I write hot rockers (Made in China & The Dark Angels) and sexy zombies.  I know what you’re thinking Zombies Suck…  mine SWALLOW.


Zombies Suck
by Z. Allora
Club Zombie, book 2
M/M, M/M/M+, Paranormal, Romance

Zombies aren’t scary, undead corpses searching for brains. They are just sweet guys seeking male essence to survive. At twenty-three the transition completes, keeping them forever young—as long as they receive male ejaculate. Club Zombie offers a haven for zombies, providing sexy ways to extract what they need from the patrons, and opportunity to find their destined mate.

Alex Waterman learned from an early age to believe he was vile, and to feel ashamed of his “unnatural desires”. His life is a desolate place of suffering until he discovers… it’s not his life. Suddenly he’s swept away to Club Zombie, where he belongs. In this world, his desires aren’t evil, they’re a mark of the dominant he’s born to be, and instead of fear and loathing, he receives appreciative stares and aggressive flirting. But casual sex isn’t on the menu: Alex seeks “the one” to complete the piece of his soul he never knew he was missing until he looked for it.

Roommate Ulrich calls to Alex, a self-destructive Cutter who needs grounding, and an element of irresistible danger that clings to bad boy Storm. Alex must decide between three tempting possibilities, but which one will fill his void? Maybe he should keep them all… Only, how is a dominant, orgasm-fearing virgin going to manage three virile men?

Stiff Rain Press

How are my zombies different from other zombies?

1) Mine SWALLOW…

2)They’re hot and sexy.

3)They don’t need brains to survive they need ejaculate.

4) They’re seeking a mate which they can tell by their reaction to their male essence.

5) They begin their transition at nineteen and it continues until they are twenty-three.

6) They stop aging at twenty-three.

7) If they don’t find their mate by twenty-three they lose the ability to orgasm. (Although they continue to need male essence).

What is Club Zombie?

Club Zombie was set up so the zombies could get what they need in a safe environment… the patrons of Club Zombie don’t question how “lucky” they get when finding such orally fixated men. There are various ways in which to indulge in the pleasing young men of Club Zombie:

The Shoe Shine Room (depicted on the cover of Zombies Ahead) 

Extraction Room  (depicted on the cover of Zombies Suck)

BJ alley  (do you need a description?)

BDSM Behind the Red Door  (ditto)

These rooms and cozy spaces allow the zombies to survive.     

Zombies Ahead
by Z. Allora
Club Zombie, book 1

Zombies Ahead? Well, these zombies give head to survive. Club Zombie is a safe place for new zombies to transition and it provides a sexy environment for them to seek a mate while extracting from patrons the "male essence" that keeps the boys eternally hot.

New zombie Kai Bauer won’t turn into a rotting, brain-devouring monster, but that’s not much comfort when he discovers unmated zombies lose their ability to orgasm. He doesn’t know how he’ll bring himself to ingest medicine, let alone take a male mate…until he moves in with Jasper, a hot ex-priest who makes Kai crave just that.

Stiff Rain Press

Z. Allora recently repatriated to the South of the USA after a six year stint in China. (Talk about culture shock!) She feels it is her duty to help educate against intolerance, that is, when she’s not too busy hiding under her blankets typing out stories about wicked, beautiful boys doing wicked, beautiful things to each other. She will never grow old because she refuses to grow up, perhaps the most valuable lesson she learned in her years of globetrotting with her one true love.

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Grand Adventures Official Release Day!

Good morning, everyone!

Today I want to let you know a little about a great new anthology from Dreamspinner Press. As many of you know, Eric Arvin was hospitalized back in December 2013, followed by a very risky surgery and then the struggles to recover. Though it all, TJ has stood by his beloved, even when medical need and work need physically separated these two wonderful, loving, and funny men.

In an effort to help, some of the authors from Dreamspinner Press got together and donated a group of stories for an Anthology where 100% of all income from it’s sale, will go straight to Eric and TJ to help off set travel, medical, and rehab expenses these wonderful men are struggling with while trying to stay strong and work to get Eric healthy and home.

There are a few different ways to join in on this giving… You can purchase the book, either as an EBook or Paperback. You can also get a Limited Edition Print (of the beautiful cover) from the amazing artist, Paul Richmond!

On September 1, 2011, TJ Klune wrote, “…it’s not about the ending, it’s about the journey…” in a review of Eric Arvin’s Woke Up in a Strange Place. With those words, two men began a journey of love and invited us to ride along. TJ and Eric have shared so much with us: their wonderful books, their smiles, their humor, their lives, and their inspiring devotion to each other. In December of 2013, their journey took a detour when Eric was taken to the emergency room. He survived the surgery to remove a cavernous hemangioma from his brain stem, but the challenges TJ and Eric face are far from over.

The authors in this anthology donated their talent as a way to support Eric’s continued recovery, to help bring strength to TJ, and to show both of them just how much love surrounds them. Grand Adventures is a diverse range of stories about the journey of love. We’re going on some grand adventures for a great cause. Thank you for joining us.

One hundred percent of the income from this volume goes directly to TJ and Eric.

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Grand Adventures Blog Tour starts today!

Today is the first day of the Grand Adventures Blog Tour!

Stop by Kimi-Chan’s for an interview with Moria McCain and yours truly, find out more about the anthology, and enter to win some wonderful prizes! Don’t forget to comment on the various posts and make sure to visit all the wonderful sites that are supporting the anthology, the authors, and our beloved Eric and TJ!

Guest Author Wednesday ♥ Jonathan Treadway

I’m thrilled to have Author Jonathan Treadway with me today. Please say hi and leave Jon a comment or two below.

Jonathan Treadway is the pseudonym of Jennifer Swanson, who lives with her husband in northern Massachusetts and has a daughter in college. Jen has a professional job doing market analysis (and commuting, it seems like) during the day, and writes in the evenings and on weekends. Her stories focus on the romance and relationship between two men, and all the trials gay men have to survive in order to have a healthy, happily-ever-after (or for now) relationship. To her there’s nothing sexier than two men exploring each other physically and emotionally as they fall in love. When Jen’s not writing or reading the embarrassingly large number of ebooks she buys every month to support her Kindle habit, she’s quilting, dancing at gay bars, or playing with her bunny Annabelle.

Visit her website at and her blog at You can email Jon at  

Five Rules of Commuting

I’ve been commuting for the majority of my work career, which is 30+ years, mostly into Boston/ Cambridge, Massachusetts. Since I’m almost forty miles from work, you can imagine how long it takes (like 1.5 to two hours in the a.m.). That’s why I’m a Kindle aficionado, because it will read my gay romances to me while I sit there and sip my tea. Yup, the picture above is pretty much me without my Kindle. Scary, huh?

I know, I know, I should get up before the crack of dawn and drive in at five o’clock to beat traffic. Sorry, babe, that ain’t gonna happen. I am most definitely not a morning person. I’d rather sleep until 10:37, leave at eleven, and get to work around noon. Leaving at eight or nine at night is perfectly fine! Unfortunately, that ain’t happenin’ either, since I need to be in around nine (it’s actually eight, but they’ve given up on me).

I’ve found that my patience has pretty much ended with anyone who shares the road. I’m not talking road rage; thank goodness I’m not at that point (yet). It’s the inconsiderate ! )$(*)($*%)&^ idiots who don’t understand the five basic rules of commuting. So I’m very happy to explain them to you. If you know someone who does any of these, feel free to forward along to them.

1. Sun Delays? Really? The sun comes up every morning and sets every evening without fail. It may be raining, cloudy, snowy, but the sun is always there, just hidden. So it should not come as a surprise when you drive into the bright sun that it shines into your eyes. If you’re old enough to commute, you’re old enough to plan ahead. Pull down the visor, put on sunglasses if needed, but DO NOT slam on your brake when the sun hits you. If you’re commuting, you’re on the road every day and you should know when it’s going to happen. Really, it’s not hard.

2. Weaving in and out of traffic does not work. Trust me, I know; I used to do it myself. All you’re really doing is just pissing everyone off. I found that I’d always end up in the same (far left) lane, and usually about five to ten cars behind where I started because I got stuck behind someone in another lane. Meanwhile, I’d be watching my previous lane move along ahead of me. Yeah, okay, there’s the very rare occasion where you timed it right and you can get by someone slowing traffic down, but that’s called passing, and as I said, it’s rare. I’ve watched traffic jams over the years, and every lane is pretty much creeping along at the same rate because there’s nowhere to go when it’s that heavy. So just stay in your lane and enjoy your Kindle or talk to your passengers. If you’re doing it because you’re late, tough patooties. You’re not going anywhere faster than anyone else, believe me.

3. Jumping into the exit lane at the last minute to get off is just rude. There is often a long line of cars waiting to get off onto another highway in MA. I’m sure it’s the same everywhere. I’m pretty good these days about getting into line when there’s a large gap between cars or realizing in time that the line ends over there and I need to get into it. Blazing past everyone in line, who are waiting patiently for their turn to exit, then whipping over at the last minute and expecting the cars to let you in, is just being obnoxious. In MA, I’ve noticed that cars are moving closer together and not letting the asshat anywhere near them, much less in front of them. That’s fine with me! Well, except when I’m the asshat.

I’m a fast driver? Says who?

4. Don’t slow down when you’re in the left lane to discourage the person on your ass. If you’re driving too slowly in the far left lane, which is traditionally for faster or passing drivers, you’re tying up traffic (see #5). It is polite to acknowledge that you’re blocking the car behind you by turning on your blinker and moving over as soon as possible. That doesn’t mean to speed up when the car is trying to pass you, either. Slowing down just makes me—I mean, the person behind you—that much angrier and pull even closer to you. Maybe even put on high beams. So just stop daydreaming, or chatting on the phone, or putting on mascara, and move over. Oh, and if there are multiple cars passing you on the right, then whipping in front of you and accelerating, GET A CLUE.

5. The left lane is for fast(er) traffic. Period. This is the most important rule of all. Nothing makes me madder than to be behind a car going 65 or 70 mph in the left lane with a long, clear path in front of them (like a half mile or longer) and many cars right on its behind trying to give it a hint that it’s blocking traffic. The New Hampshire state motto, Live Free or Die, means that I have the right to go faster than you and even hurt myself if I want. You don’t get to prevent that, cause then I’m not living free… get it? (Whoops, sorry about that rant, but I’ve noticed that the majority of time it’s NH drivers doing this.) My many years’ experience driving has shown that most (polite, reasonable) people driving slower than the left lane traffic fill in the right and middle lanes, allowing faster cars to pass them. (Just so you know, even I think 90 mph is too fast. I’m mum on what I don’t think is too fast. But at least I move over for them). When the idiot in the left lane is going the same speed as the other two lanes, that’s when traffic starts backing up and slowing down, eventually beginning to slinky (stop and start because there’s nowhere for the faster drivers to go. If you look in your rearview mirror and there’s a long line of cars behind you, all spaced close together and right on your ass, and ahead of you is clear sailing, THAT’S YOU! Move over NOW, please!

Yup, that pretty much says it all! LOL I gotta have one of those signs.

Geez, maybe I need to start taking the train. Nah. What fun would that be?

In case enquiring minds want to know what I’m listening to when I’m driving, I love contemporary gay stories the most and they are the first ones I buy. With my Kindle habit, I buy lots of books, believe me. I’ve always been an avid reader and have over six thousand ebooks, according to Calibre. Stories about doctors, first response personnel, soldiers, and cowboys are my absolute favorites. But I’m also into werewolves and sometimes vampires. I find I’m happier writing contemporary stories too, although I am trying a werewolf/vampire story. We’ll see.

Thanks, Tempeste, for letting me vent. LOL This was fun…

Arriba Aruba!

Jilted at the altar when his best man ran off with his fiancée, Craydon “Cray” Wright trades in his Mexico honeymoon for a vacation in Aruba. When godlike Stone Ferris walks onto the plane, sits next to Cray, and makes his interest known, Cray decides to act on desires he’s felt since high school but ignored.

He agrees to let Stone show him the island, but what starts as fun-filled and casual turns earth-shattering for Cray. When his time in Aruba ends, Cray realizes his feelings for Stone have grown beyond fun, but he worries that it might not translate to real life in LA. Can he convince himself and Stone their love can be paradise at home?

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THE organ stopped playing, and Craydon Wright wrenched his eyes away from the back of the church, where there still was no lineup of bridesmaids with ushers, or even a bride ready to walk down the aisle with her father. Cray could see the bridesmaids and ushers clustered in gossiping groups, looking pretty confused as well. Where the hell was Maria? And where the fuck was Tony, his best man? He glanced at his watch and noticed that it was now fourteen minutes after the hour. The church was full of the 150-plus guests rustling around and leaning over to whisper to each other, no doubt wondering the same thing. Dread was building up in his stomach, as well as a faint feeling of nausea. Oh shit no, please. Don’t let this be another fiasco. I thought the rehearsal dinner was bad enough; I don’t know if I can take any more. If it’s going to end, let it be fast, please God!

Cray closed his eyes as he heard his father’s voice in the quiet, and realized he was talking to the organist as Cray heard her murmur a reply. His father, Michael, obviously finished his message, although Cray couldn’t hear what was being said, because a Bach fugue started playing softly. It was not the processional. The rest of the church went silent as his father walked up behind him and touched his arm. Cray looked up reluctantly to his father’s face, knowing immediately that it was the worst possible news. He was being jilted, in front of 150 people, by his fucking fiancée and best man.

His father tugged his arm and Cray followed him out of the church, ignoring the rising waves of talk he could hear behind him. Cray felt as if he were in a dream, or rather a nightmare, as he found himself and his dad in the hall just outside the nave, where the choir usually lined up before processing in for a service. He knew the area well, having sung here with both Tony and Maria since grade school. Cray couldn’t bring himself to look around to see if anyone else was there to watch his humiliation.

“I’m so sorry, son. Maria just called her mother and told her that she and Tony are in Las Vegas. They eloped and got married early this morning.”

“Oh my God. What the fuck am I going to do with all those people? Especially with the story from last night no doubt going around?” He swiped his hand down his face in despair. “Dad, tell me what to do.” He dreaded going back out there, certain everyone knew how humiliated he already was because of the stunt Tony had pulled last night. Why would Tony grab Maria to dance and then kiss her right there, in the middle of the dance floor, in front of everyone? It wasn’t a friendly peck, either. Oh, no. It was a long, passionate kiss, and Maria hadn’t pulled away until her mother started walking over there, yelling her name and asking Tony what he thought he was doing. The night before his and Maria’s wedding? Cray hadn’t been able to move, he was so stunned. The rest of the evening was a blur, although the extra wine didn’t help, probably. Staying up most of the night had at least allowed him to sober up so that he wasn’t hungover today.

Maybe he should have guessed Tony would talk Maria into doing something like this, but frankly, he was surprised Tony had it in him. It had been quite unlike Tony to be so public with his affections; maybe it was his last-gasp move on Maria before she made what Tony would consider to be the mistake of her life.

Michael Wright pulled Cray into his arms in a sudden hug.

“Don’t worry about it, Cray. Here are the keys to my car; just get home and into the house before everyone starts leaving here. Your brother and sister can give your mom and me a ride home after I tell the guests what’s going on. I’m to send them on to the hotel. Your mom and Heidi are already calling the caterers and telling them what happened, so they’ll be ready to serve appetizers and then dinner when everyone gets there, rather than waiting for the bride and groom. Well, your mom is calling; Heidi is so fucking angry right now that I’m not even sure she can speak. Not to mention Derrick. Both of them are so furious at Maria and Tony that I’m not surprised Maria escaped to somewhere far away before calling. Her parents are going to kill her.”

Cray took in his father’s words, glad his face was hidden in his shoulder. He couldn’t stop the tears from coming, although he wasn’t sure it was from hurt or humiliation or just plain relief.

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Quantum Mates: What Torin Wants by Talon ps

I’m sorry but did you just dipped your Arkillian chocolate into my edible nipple peanut butter?

The journey into the making of:

QUANTUM MATES: What Torin Wants by Talon ps

Okay so let’s be honest here, how many of you have ever watched a Star Trek or Star Wars film and not enjoyed it?


Chances are you have watched enough sci-fi films or TV shows to develop a few favorites. Why? Because we are all Trekkies in a way. I met a man once who said he hated Sci-fi yet watched the Science Channel like it was going out of style— Geek-trekky. Odds are the only real hater of sci-fi is the CEO for the Sci-fi channel, since he’s the reason my two TV favorites are off the air —Farscape and Firefly. What I have to say, might not be nice at all, so we just won’t go there.


But, aside from the one sci-fi-traitor-weirdo, we all have our sci-fi fantasies. And surely, once upon a time in a galaxy not too far away, someone said, “Hey, let’s get all the Trekkies together and have a party!” That party just happens to be the largest convention party there is— Comic-Con.

Want to know what the second largest convention party is?The Hookers Ball.

Yep, let’s face it, Sex sells, always has, always will, but then so does Sci-fi. From Roy Rogers and H. G. Wells’ first radio airing of the War of the Worlds to today’s newest hiccup in the space-time continuum that lets us watch good ol’ Bones, Spock and Capt. Kirk do it all over again.

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So what happens when you put them together and somehow get Arkillian chocolate in your edible nipple peanut butter?


Not A Damn Thing— it seems the Trek lovers and Sex-ma-bomb fans fizzle out when you try to meld them together.

Huh? It worked for Reese’s Peanut-Butter-Chocolate Candy— so why not for sex –n- sci-fi? One of the most memorable Original Star Trek episodes was of Jim gettin’ hot and heavy with some green skinned vixen. So why doesn’t it spark fan’s attention in literature? One particular Review- blogger {nope, don’t remember the dude’s name} once blogged about it. He said it was impossible. In fact, he was rather livid that an author had the recent audacity to even give it a try with her latest release and that we, as writers, should just knock it off and quit trying. Why? Well he did go on to explain—


Science Fiction, more often than not, takes place in space, on an alien world or with visitors from space on ours. And in order for that to happen vividly in a book, a considerable amount of world building is required. You also have to think outside the box and stop being human in the process. That includes language— habits— creature features— even the most mundane things like how to measure the passing of a day— that is, if you really want your alien world to be believably alien. For the Erotica writers, this is often just too much work that takes up precious space that could better be used for well— more sex. And two things in the erotica genre industry may have lead to this short-sighted transfusion.

Before, you had Romance and then you had Smut-reads, neither came anywhere close to touching. But over the years, those two have slowly migrated towards each other to what is now known as Erotica. But to the average reader, what some may not realize is, what the publishers say qualifies as an Erotica Submission. For starters, one of the qualifications states that erotica must have a sex scene in every chapter. In volume, that’s 60-80% sex for 40-20% story content. In a sub-genre of Sci-fi, your alien world is doomed to fail. You can still say you are there, but your poor readers are going to be cheated of the visualization you could have put there, if your publisher had just let little Pope John Pole the III rest a bit.


The same goes for the Science-fiction reads that attempts to have a little Adult Content spice. The very wording of the sub-genre has already deflated my poor Zipper Wookie. Let’s face it, while most of the time, the Geeks and Trekkies can paint up some fantaz-mic alien worlds; usually, they lack the steam and hip thrusts to make it orgasmic without sounding clinical, or it’s so detail strangled we blinked and missed it. I have even witnessed some sad attempts where authors have borrowed scenes from romance novels that was alien to the alien world.


Mr. Review-blogger summed it up that, a book is either:

Balls to the walls, page-flipping full of the most awesome, never-wears-out, and can-cum-more-times-than-super-man sex to leave the readers a little on the moist side until their next break time. But not enough sci-fi to even realize you left earth and bedded a hunky Alien creature who, for some reason, is named Luke.



It has plenty of Sci-fi extra-terrestrial stuff, nevertheless, Mister six-foot-seven-manly-man Xexior Styxx is too busy battling the space invading Glumantersfouxs while planet hopping in his chromed-out space wheels, that he forgot he’s supposed to do something utterly euphorically amazing to the saved Earthling with his deep-veined purple-helmeted spartan of love.


So what to do if you want smexy sci-fi?

First, accept the challenge.


Then, abandon all rules about percentages and integers of just how much sex is enough sex, and last, stop thinking humanly. What you will get is a sweltering love story that just happens to be out in the middle of nowhere, called Zero-Space.

That’s where Quantum Mates: What Torin Wantsbegins.

For authors wanting to try a hand in this, first just suffer that this is going to be a book of love, and like all other red-headed-step-children out there, don’t expect the fans to come rushing in. While folks love Sci-fi and they love being turned on, they still aren’t too sure about you getting your cosmic peanut butter in their euphoric chocolate.

For readers, it just doesn’t get much better than this. Being able to actually close your eyes and take a step off the planet and into the unknown, with humanoids easy-enough to imagine, plus a few bonus alien-enough characters that are not so easily envisioned. Yet, so well written in detail, you’ll still feel a closeness to them. And remember when Star Trek’s Jordy kept rambling on about tachyon energy dust particles? Yeah, admit it, you didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. When you meet the unusual symbiotic-twins TorinLee Riley in Quantum Mates, they will have you utterly and equally lost when they start calling out quantum physic mathematic formulas in order to save the day. However, don’t worry, while it was necessary for our galactic geniuses to sound smarter than the average college graduate, you’ll relate more to First Lt. Raffe Landau. He maybe one hell of a pilot, but he’ll be right there beside you scratching his head, too.


In the creation of Quantum Mates: What Torin wants, paired with the sci-fi element was of course lots of action, to get the thrill seekers zinging in their seats. However, there’s a love affair developing from its very start between Raffe and Torin. Due to a strange, molecular level mutation, TorinLee suffers, physical contact is not only forbidden on the space station, was believed to be impossible for both males. Finding out they were physically compatible was only the beginning of their journey. There’s as much heat and romance as there are alien world stuff right here in one book.

So, if sex-in-space was what you have been dying to find for your Trekky horniness, you’re in for a treat, because the sex will have you bouncing in your spacesuits wanting to play with your Ba-donk-a-dunks.

But watch out, the ending is classic sci-fi stuff, not the typical HEA ruled by erotica.

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Quantum Mates was Author Talon ps’ baby. A die-hard sci-fi fan, he was determined to prove them all wrong. Had Captain Kirk and his green skin lady been allowed to get it on without censorship it would have gone down in history as the sexiest scene of trekkie-eroticism of its time. That is unless Doctor had ever gotten in touch with his gaydar… that would have been way hotter. Nevertheless, It was Talon’s goal to prove that Sex and Sci-fi make great book-candy. While QM does have a part two in the works, Author Talon P.S. passed away in the summer of 2012, his writing now in the hands of his twin, Princess S.O., with a promise she’d finish them before she joined hi



is Talon-ps blog was written posthumously by his twin, Author Princess S.O.}

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Homoerotic Fiction / Erotic Romance / Sci-fi

A new life on the Quantum Transport Research Project was just what Raffe Landau was hoping for, what he found was a lover with a rare and similar condition of mutation that makes everyone else untouchable. But there’s a reason the space station has laws that forbid anyone touching either of the TorinLee twins and when they’re attacked Raffe knows he’s to blame. And the only way to protect the young man he’d fallen in love with is to stop touching him.

Torin has never known human touch. That is until Raffe came along and it’s not just the touch. Raffe makes him feel things he never knew existed. So when Raffe pulls away, not only does he not understand, it’s not allowed.

Raffe’s about to find out that what Torin wants Torin gets.

QUANTUM MATES: What Torin Wants is presently undergoing revisions to expand and make it even better before releasing it out in print. So keep an eye out for updates on this great read!!


Princess so and her twin, Talon ps love to torment their editor with a nefarious world of foreign-lang, slang, local dialect, stretched/outside-of-the-box definitions, and have even been known to throw in some con-lang at times, as well. This, of course, is all thrown in there with the dyslexia soup stock they both suffer from that makes editing with them a joy {joy: n see mental illness}. But the final product comes out as richly detailed holographic worlds of Gay/MM Erotic Romance; Paranormal, Sci-fi, and War time Erotic-Romances; and along with Prin’s favorite works of Post-Apocalyptic Dark Fantasies.

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Guest Book ♥ Infected: Undertow by Andrea Speed

Infected: Undertow        
by Andrea Speed
Sequel to Infected: Lesser Evils
Infected: Book Seven

Cover by Anne Cain     
M/M, Shifter, Mystery/Suspense, Paranormal
June 14, 2013

In a world where a werecat virus has changed society, Roan McKichan, a born infected and ex-cop, works as a private detective trying to solve crimes involving other infecteds.

Now Roan is locked in a coma as the struggle between his human and werecat sides reaches a new extreme. All Dylan can do is sit, wait, and think.

Meanwhile, Roan’s assistant, Holden, wants to shed his old street life and his relationship with Scott, but he can’t seem to do either. Holden doesn’t want a relationship with Scott but finds himself drawn to him all the same, even if he can never fully reveal his past.

With Roan out of commission, Holden looks into the murder of an old friend. At the same time, Fiona takes on a case about underground death matches between infecteds —one with connections to the Church of the Divine Transformation.

Finally Roan wakes only to discover that his shifts have new consequences. His lion’s strength is growing, and he can’t hide from it any longer….

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THINGS could be weirder, but Holden was kind of glad they weren’t because he thought his head might explode.

When he arrived at the hospital with Scott, they found Dylan looking like he hadn’t slept for days (possible) and so weary he didn’t even comment on the fact that they had arrived together. When he told them the lion had woken up but Roan hadn’t yet, Holden understood why he looked so tired and frazzled. What did that mean, exactly? Dylan was afraid it meant something went wrong during the surgery, but Holden had another idea, one that made him angry enough to want to go into the room and punch Roan.

Roan was hiding. The fucker had just given up. He decided he didn’t like what he was anymore and shut down, letting the lion run amok. Holden pulled Scott aside and whispered to him to keep Dylan company while he went and visited Roan. Scott obviously had questions, but Holden asked him to trust him, and he agreed.

Scott poured on the charm and got Dylan to agree to go have a decent cup of tea with him (there was a Starbucks down the street—of course there was as it was a law in Washington State you could be no more than five minutes away from one at any time). As soon as they were gone, Holden snuck into Roan’s room. (He wasn’t 100 percent sure anyone was supposed to be in there, so he wanted to avoid being intercepted by an overzealous nurse.)

There were signs Dylan had been sleeping here, from the cot in the corner covered with blankets to the sketchbook sitting on the floor beside it, the front smeared with charcoal. Roan was laying in his hospital bed, out cold, surrounded by all his bleeping machines, not perfectly bald but almost, his head covered with a rusty-red fuzz like dried blood. He looked more human with his hair trimmed back so violently, but that was a funny thing to think because he hardly looked inhuman with it.

Whatever. It didn’t really matter now anyway. He took a deep breath, gave himself a moment to feel awkward about talking to an unconscious man, and got down to business. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing, Roan? Really? What kind of an asshole do you take me for? I don’t really care if you give up and hide behind the lion all day long—that’s your choice—but I hope you rot on the guilt of what you’re doing to Dylan and every other one of us stupid motherfuckers who care about you. And don’t think I’m picking up your slack, ’cause fuck you, I have my own life to lead, and I’m not a detective. You are, so wake the fuck up and get on with it. You wanna feel sorry for yourself? Fine, but do it at home like the rest of us.”

He started walking away, but he was angry now and realized he had more to say, so he turned back. “You think I haven’t just wanted to give up and die? I have, millions of times, but then I remember my parents, the violent johns, the evangelicals who would like to kill all the gays, and I realize I have to live if only to piss them off. That’s what you have to do too. You have to live to piss off all the infected haters out there, fight back for those who can’t. And do it fast ’cause I’m on the verge of beating the shit out of you. Especially since you’re in no position to fight back. It’s the safest time to beat you senseless.” Of course he couldn’t actually hit him because it would be just his luck to hit him and bring the lion lunging out at him. He’d be the first man mauled to death by a lion in human form. He’d get a posthumous place in theGuinness Book of World Records.

This time he did walk away, but he decided to put a final boot in Roan’s ribs before he went. “Oh, and I think Scott and I are dating now, or something like that. I dunno; I don’t really do relationships. You want any more details, you’re gonna hafta wake up and ask. Chew on that for a while.” On the back of everything else, it was weak, but it was the only ammo he had left.

Dylan and Scott weren’t yet back from the Starbucks, so he went to join them. Scott had convinced Dylan to share a brownie with him, and when Holden joined them at the table, Scott broke off a piece of his brownie and gave it to him. “Watchin’ my carbs,” he said, in such a manner that Holden knew this was his way of getting Dylan to eat something. Holden played along because Dylan looked so exhausted, not just physically but emotionally and probably mentally. As much fun as Roan probably was in bed, the agony of being his husband surely wasn’t worth it. He was lightning, and in his shadow, all you got was burned.

Scott tried to get Dylan to go with them to the Del Toro film festival, but while Dylan was a fan, he felt he had to return to the hospital. It was like watching the poor son of a bitch slink off to his own execution, and Holden felt bad for him. He knew Dylan didn’t trust him, but he couldn’t really blame him. He couldn’t define his relationship with Roan in any way; it wasn’t an affair, but he knew a side of Roan that Dylan really didn’t, so in a way it was. Dylan married Bruce Wayne, but he didn’t know a single thing about Batman.

Oh fuck—bad metaphor. That made him Robin. So, Hulk and… no. Iron Man? No. Wolverine? No. Goddamn it, didn’t any other superhero have a sidekick?

Andrea Speed was born looking for trouble in some hot month without an R in it. While succeeding in finding Trouble, she has also been found by its twin brother, Clean Up, and is now on the run, wanted for the murder of a mop and a really cute, innocent bucket that was only one day away from retirement. (I was framed, I tell you – framed!)

In her spare time, she arms lemurs in preparation for the upcoming war against the Mole Men. Viva la revolution!

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