Mar 25

#Interview with #GuestAuthor A.J. Marcus

Interview with Guest Author
A.J. Marcus
There are mysteries to be solved, and hard bodies to be fondled.

Thank you for stopping over to visit, A.J. In case my lovely readers don’t know who are, I thought I’d do a little sit-down visit with you and help us all get to know you.

What makes your stories different from other authors out there?

A.J.: I like to mingle my genres. The Mountain Spirit Mysteries actually started out as a romance book, “Eagle’s Blood” with a bit of mystery in it. I got done with the book and realized that these two guys had a lot more stories to tell, both with their relationship and with the animals that are a major part of their lives. I try hard to give a lot of animal/natural information in my books, without bogging down the readers. From what I hear back from my readers, I’m doing a good job of it.

When did you first consider yourself an author?

A.J.: Seriously about two years ago, when I managed to get more than a couple books published in a year. When it became my main source of income after most of the tech jobs I’ve been doing for years disappeared and I decided that I wanted more control over my time and my life. I’ve written since high school, even finished an entire novel…which is locked away in a notebook, in a box, in a dark corner of the shed where no one will ever find it.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do to get past it?

A.J.: Occasionally. Normally I’ve got several projects going at one time, so if I get bogged down on one things, I can work on something else. Right now I’ve got several books in various stages of production so I’ve always got something to do and when an idea hits, I set things aside and attack it.

On the rare occasion when I’m just bogged down beyond belief, I take a hike, a drive, do something to get away for a little while and clear my head. Normally something shows up and screams “write about this!”

I was recently asked a question and thought it would be fun to hear what others would say when asked… If your writing was translated, which would be your preference: TV, movie, play, or Broadway?

A.J.: Funny you should ask, right now I have a script writer working on treatments of a couple of my books and my agent is going to be pitching them for either TV or Movie. I really don’t care which, but I think it would be cool.

Does your family know what you write, and if so, how did they react when you first told them what and how explicit your writing would be?

A.J.: Yes, my family does know what I write. My mother reads everything I hand her. The first time I gave her a copy of “The Jouster’s Lance” I was like “I’ll understand if you have to skip parts.” She didn’t skip anything and told me it was great. I think my sister skips parts. My cousin doesn’t.

Have you ever met someone in real life, or a stranger, that you turned into a MC?

A.J.: Actually Brock Summers, one of the MCs in “Grizzly Discovery” is loosely based on one of the Parks and Wildlife officers out of Colorado Springs who showed up one day when I was in the shower and I met him wearing nothing but a towel. I added a few inches and pounds to him. He’s much smaller than Brock is. ;) There have been others as well.

Now that would be a fun story ;)
Who is your favorite author and why?

A.J.: Man, that one’s hard because I read such a wide variety of things and over time my favorites have changed. I rarely pass up a Mercedes Lackey book, or an Anne Rice vampire/werewolf book. Same with Marion Zimmer Bradley, but she’s been tainted with some of the accusations after her death. Anne McCaffery was awesome too. I love books that take me different places and expose me to new things and new ideas.

Oh, some great stories / authors! I love vampires and epic fantasy. :) So… boxers, briefs, commando? What’s your favorite way to “dress” your man?

A.J.: Boxer briefs are great. Although, if the weather is good commando is awesome. Depends on many factors. I’ve gotten practical as I’ve gotten older.

Do you as an author concentrate on one genre? Or do you feel like you should try to find your voice amongst the genres?

A.J.: I write several genres. Contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, science fiction. It all depends on what story hits me.

And just because I love to tease ;) what are you working on now, and what is coming up from you next?

A.J.: What’s coming up next. In June I’ve got a book coming out with Dreamspinner Press “Throw Away Card”. It’s a steampunk romance set in Reconstruction Era along the Mississippi River. And later in the summer there will be “The Kachina Job” a paranormal ménage story, also by Dreamspinner.

What am I working on, I’ve got a book that I’m co-writing with the lovely J.N. Merills, “Hoof Beats” a paranormal romance. I’m about to start working on “Cougar Chaos” book 4 of the Mountain Spirit Mysteries…book 3 “Moose Fever” will be out sometime around the first of the year.

And on that wonderful note, I thought I’d share a little from Grizzly Discovery. So sit back, relax, grab a drink, and enjoy!

Grizzly Discovery
Mountain Spirit Mysteries, book two

M/M Mystery/Suspense
Publisher: DSP Publishing
Release Date: March 24, 2015
Length: 200 pages / Novel

Landon Weir and Brock Summers are happily settling into their life as a couple, easily balancing Landon’s work as an animal rehabber with Brock’s career as a Colorado Parks and Wildlife Officer. When they find a bear shot and skinned, they set out to discover who’s behind the heinous act.

Events force Brock to come out to his boss, causing him and Landon to rethink how public they want to make their relationship. As more bear sightings – and more carcasses – show up in the area, Brock is attacked by a black bear he’s trying to release back into the wild, but his injuries don’t prevent him from helping Landon and their friends with the investigation. Despite leads being thin on the ground, the two men try to uncover the poachers before more bears are killed. But when the evidence points them in an unexpected direction, Teller County’s bear population may not be all the killers have in their sights.

DSP Publishing

Brock held the crate steady as Landon opened the door and stepped back. The raccoon inside banged around a bit more, then took off at a fast waddling run into the quickly darkening forest. It didn’t take long for it to disappear. It was surprising that it didn’t climb the first tree it came to, but it just ran for the hills.

Landon let out a long sigh and leaned against the side of Brock’s truck. “I’m really glad all he needed was to be relocated. Raccoons can be a real handful.”

“So I’ve heard,” Brock agreed. “But at least the guy trapping it knew enough to call you to come get it. Most of the old mountain man types around here would just shoot it and be done. We don’t have enough raccoons in the area for them to be doing that.”

“Right, and with the fires lately, they’re being driven into all sorts of new places. I think this is the first one I’ve gotten from the northwestern side of Pikes Peak.”

Brock took Landon’s hand. “So now what?”

“Don’t know.” Landon shrugged. “Head back to the house, fix some sandwiches for dinner, get to bed, so we can wake up and do it all over again in the morning.”

Brock pulled Landon into his arms. “It’s a nice night. If we don’t have anything pressing to do, we could just enjoy the outdoors for a bit.”

Landon kissed Brock. “Hmm. That actually sounds like you’ve got something in mind.”

“I might.” Brock slid his hands across the firm planes of Landon’s back, drawing Landon against his chest. “It’s been a while since we had an opportunity for a little fun out under the stars. It’s warm enough to not be uncomfortable.”

“It is.” Landon cupped Brock’s ass. “I see some possibilities here.”

Brock kissed Landon, enjoying the feel of their lips pressed together. He kissed his way to Landon’s smooth chin and up his jawline to his ear. “I’m going to have to get used to a smooth face here,” he whispered before he kissed Landon’s ear.

“Not forever. The beard will be back with the falling leaves.”

Licking his way around Landon’s ear, Brock let out a long, hot breath. “I guess I can try to wait that long. I just really liked your beard.”

Landon unbuttoned Brock’s shirt. “If it means that much to you, you might be able to talk me into growing it out again sooner.”

Now Brock chortled. “And how about I do more than talk? Maybe I could do the dishes for the next month.”

“The dishes?” Landon stopped unbuttoning Brock’s shirt and cocked an eyebrow but didn’t pull away from him. “I was thinking about something a bit more personal than doing the dishes.”

“Well….” Brock continued to lick Landon’s ear. “What would it take?” He worked his hand down Landon’s hard chest and abs before sliding it into his pants and brushing his fingertips along Landon’s hardening cockhead. “Maybe I should pay this a little more attention. A blow job every day for a month? Would that show you how much I appreciate the beard?”

Landon caressed Brock’s arm. “That might be a start.”

“So I guess that means you want me to start right now?” Brock undid Landon’s jeans and freed his rapidly swelling cock. It was almost to its full nine-inch length. He loved the way it felt in his hand. Actually, he loved how all of Landon felt.

Landon chortled. “Now would be a good time to start.”

Brock started to drop to his knees, but Landon caught him under his arms. Brock raised an eyebrow.

“Not yet.” Landon pulled at Brock’s clothes. “Let’s get your shirt off first. Maybe your pants too.”

“I don’t know about the pants.” Brock frowned slightly, then proceeded to remove his shirt as instructed. Since the sun had gone down, the breeze carried a slight chill, but it sent waves of pleasure against his skin. “The ground is fairly rough out here.”

Landon caressed Brock’s hard chest. Warm tingles followed in his wake. “We could get up in the bed of the truck. We’ve never done it in there before.”

“Let me grab one of the blankets out of the backseat. Then the bed won’t be hard and cold.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Landon sat down on the tailgate next to the empty pet carrier.

Brock hurried to get the blanket. He loved the fact that Landon enjoyed sex outside as much as he did. He could still get hard thinking about the first time they’d done anything. It had been in a hot spring up near Buena Vista. They always had awesome sex, but the times outside were the best.

By the time he got back to the tailgate with the blanket, Landon was already naked except for his white socks.

“Well, hurry up. I may get started without you.” He stroked up and down his hard cock before cupping his balls and bouncing the whole package at Brock.

A.J. has been writing to pass the time since high school. The stories he wrote helped him deal with life. A few years ago, he started sharing those stories with friends who enjoyed them and he has started sending his works out into the world to share with other people.

He lives in the mountains with his extremely supportive lover. They have a lot of critters, including dogs, cats, birds, horses, and rabbits. When not writing, A.J. spends a lot of time hiking, tail riding or just driving in the mountains. Nature provides a lot of inspiration for his work, and keeps him writing. He is also an avid photographer and falconer, don’t get him started talking about his birds because he won’t stop for a while.

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Mar 24

Birthday Blog Anniversary!

Today, three years ago I began my site and blogging adventure than paved the way for Designs of Desire to become a reality! Today, I want to say a special thank you to all my readers, so instead of getting presents, I’m giving presents. What do you have to do to enter to win and what’s the prize… Well, how about two winner get to choose from my booklist and receive a free eBook copy of anything on the Booklist page on my site!

To enter, please leave me a message below telling me what character means the most to you (it can be one of mine, YAY, or someone else’s). I’d also love if you would take the time to share this post on Facebook, Ello, Tsu, Twitter, Google +, Tumblr, etc.! The more that know, the more fun we can have in the comments!

Also, I wanted to let you all know about my new group on Facebook. A wonderful reader made this group and is nice enough to let me play there. Smile I post about giveaways, inspiration, characters, teases from my WIPs, and more. Those in the group will also get first peek at new covers and blurbs as I get more books underway. If you’d like to join, click here to visit/join Tempeste’s Temptations.

And just to recap, here are the choices for the giveaway:

So get to commenting and sharing and GOOD LUCK!

Mar 23

#Interview with #Author Anne Barwell

Interview with Guest Author
Anne Barwell

Thank you for stopping over to visit, Anne. In case my lovely readers don’t know who are, I thought I’d do a little sit-down visit with you and help us all get to know you.

Anne: Thanks for the opportunity to visit today, Tempe.

You write so many genres and flavors of love, heat, and growth. What makes your stories different from other authors out there?

Anne: Being from New Zealand, I try to put a Kiwi reference in there if I can. It’s not always possible, but if it is… In The Sleepless City, one of the MCs, Ben, is from Wellington. I’ll be crossing over my spin off series Opus with a new series I want to write, Outliers, when Ben and his vampire partner, Simon, visit New Zealand.

Slow Dreaming is set in Wellington, and Leo, a downed RAF pilot in Winter Duet, is a Kiwi.

The other motif that sneaks into my writing is music. I’m a musician, was a music teacher for years, and now play violin for a local orchestra. Many of my characters are musicians, and the stories I wrote last year Winter Duet and On Wings of Song have music as part of the story.

I’m also a big fan of Easter eggs—a blink and you miss it reference to another book—and have snuck a few of those into my books. There’s a huge one in On Wings of Song but so far only one reader has noticed and/or mentioned it. I figure that as all my books kind of take place in the same ‘universe’ why invent new characters when existing ones work just as well.

Love your Easter eggs and all the Kiwi references. Ben is one of my favorite characters of yours, and I love reading all the little things you slip in for him. When did you first consider yourself an author?

Anne: I’ve written stories for as long as I can remember, but when I got my first computer in 2000 I found online fanfic. I started writing in a couple of fandoms, and haven’t looked back. Getting feedback for my first story published online was great. There is some wonderful fanfic out there—I wish I had time to keep up with it.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do to get past it?

Anne: Not writer’s block, per se, although some days it’s more of an effort to start writing if I’m tired or feeling under the weather. Once I start though, I then have issues with the guys not wanting to stop which can be frustrating when I have to stop what I’m writing mid scene and head out to the day job.

The only time I’ve had writer’s block was when I was writing Shadowboxing, and argued with Kit, one of the MCs. He wanted the scene to go one way; I wanted it to go another. Writing stopped dead in the water until I backed down and then the rest of the story flowed very quickly. I’ve learnt my lesson!

Yeah, the characters always win in the end. (And knock down, drag out fights with characters leads to nothing good, lol.) I was asked a great question recently, and thought I’d share the love… If your writing was translated, which would be your preference: TV, movie, play, or Broadway?

Anne: TV. There’s more room for character and plot development with a TV show, which are some of the reasons I tend to write in series. With movies there isn’t always time to get into all the background stuff etc without it being an info dump, and I like revisiting characters in a weekly TV show and watching them grow. It’s more organic that way too and you can show consequences of decisions they’ve made, and/or injuries they’ve sustained.

Does your family know what you write, and if so, how did they react when you first told them what and how explicit your writing would be?

Anne: My family knows what I write, and is very supportive. My mum has her own copies of everything I’ve had published, and is a huge fan. With each new release she checks to make sure I’ve ordered a hardcopy for her. She told me she didn’t read ‘the romantic bits’ but then asked a question about one of the sex scenes that showed that yes she does!

Have you ever met someone in real life, or a stranger, that you turned into a MC?

Anne: Not an MC, but there are a few people I’ve met who might have been inspiration for side characters.

Who is your favorite author and why?

Anne: I don’t have one favourite, but there are a few I that when a new book comes out, I drop whatever else I’m reading and read it. At present I’m holding out for the latest in Jim C Hines’ Libriomancer series, and am working through Patricia Briggs’ Mercy Thompson series. Other favourites are Lynn Flewelling, Tanya Huff and Fiona McIntosh. I read a lot of graphic novels, and love Big Finish audios too.

Boxers, briefs, commando? What’s your favorite way to “dress” your man?

Anne: Boxers. In all the years I’ve been writing my guys have always worn boxers, although the fabric of said boxers eg silk, cotton etc, says something of their personality. Occasionally they go commando, depending on the situation.

We already know you love to write in different genres, but why do you feel you share your voice best when writing amongst the different genres?

Anne: I write what I enjoy reading and I read across a wide range of genres. If a story looks interesting, I’ll read it, although I tend to lean more towards SF/Fantasy and Historicals.

Some stories lend themselves towards specific genres, and I like varying my ‘diet’ by writing different things. I love reading about other time periods, and there is still so much I want to explore so once Echoes—my WWII series—is finished, I’ll be keeping another historical in the mix although Finding Home is a detective series set in the 1920s. On Wings of Song is kind of a prequel to it, although the MCs are new characters. Mostly.

One of the things I love about SF and fantasy is the potential to create their own ‘mythology’ and to world build. I’ve always enjoyed stories that use psi powers and time travel, love stories about shapeshifters and dragons, and the vampires and werewolves etc of urban fantasy. I love putting characters into challenging situations out of their comfort zone and seeing what they do. SF and Fantasy is a great backdrop for that as it gives me the opportunity to write stories which a mix of the ingredients I love, and to build something different with it.

And just because I love to tease ;) what are you working on now, and what is coming up from you next?

Anne: My next release is Family and Reflection, which is the 3rd book in The Sleepless City series I’m writing with Elizabeth Noble. Dreamspinner Press will be publishing it in July/August. Here’s the blurb:

Just FYI, Anne is an EVIL tease (she knows how much I want the 3rd book in this series!)

As long as Lucas Coate can remember, werewolves have been taught to mistrust vampires. Lucas is an exception—he has close friends who are vampires, friends whom he trusts with his life, just as they trust him with theirs. The werewolf pack in Flint—and their leader, Jacob Coate—have made it clear that Lucas’s friendship with vampires is something that is barely tolerated, and another transgression will be his last.

When Lucas finds out about the plague of werewolf deaths in the area, he wants to help. Can he discover a cure before it’s too late and his pack’s future is ripped away? Or is his own life already in danger?

Declan has been away from Flint for ten years, but isn’t surprised upon his return to learn that the internal politics of the Supernatural Council haven’t changed for the better. When a series of burglaries hit close to home soon after he arrives, Declan—a professional thief—is their prime suspect, although for once, he isn’t responsible.

With the Council keeping secrets, no one is safe. Time is running out and for both Lucas and Declan everything is about to change.

My current WIP is One Word, which is a side novel to Cat’s Quill. I’m enjoying revisiting that universe from a completely different perspective. Here’s the blurb for One Word:

When Ethan Leavitt comes to the village of Oakwood to search for a missing friend, he isn’t sure what he’ll find. He’s always prided himself on his ability to find rational explanations in situations where often there doesn’t appear to be one. Evidence, after all, is something that is usually backed up by logic. Right?

Donovan Campbell has worked hard to put his past behind him. His happy, sometimes flippant, persona hides memories he’d rather forget. The last thing he needs is for some guy he’s only just met to start getting under his skin.

A dangerous situation escalates, and 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. Often the person you think you’re looking for is not the one you find—but have he and Ethan both realized that too late?


I’m sharing the blurb and an excerpt from Winter Duet which is book 2 of my WWII series, Echoes, as it incorporates some of what I’ve talked about above.

Winter Duet
Echoes book 2 – Sequel to Shadowboxing

European, Mystery/Suspense, Historical M/M Romance
Cover Artist: Reese Dante
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: October 6, 2014
Length: 226 pages / Novel

Germany 1944

With Kristopher finally fit enough to travel, he and Michel leave the security of their safe house and continue their journey across Germany toward Switzerland. Caught in a series of Allied bombings, they stop to help civilians and narrowly escape capture by German forces.

While investigating a downed aircraft in the Black Forest, the two men discover an injured RAF pilot. After they are separated, Kristopher and the pilot are discovered by a German officer who claims he is not who he appears to be. Determined to find Michel again, Kristopher has to trust the stranger and hope he is not connected to those searching for him and the information he carries. Meanwhile Michel is intercepted by one of the Allied soldiers he met in Berlin. His help is needed to save one of their own.

Time quickly runs out. Loyalties are tested and betrayed as the Gestapo closes in. Michel can only hope that they can reach safety before information is revealed that could compromise not only his and Kristopher’s lives, but those of the remaining members of their team—if it is not already too late.


“Oh.” Kristopher paused, his spoon halfway to his mouth. “I’m sorry. I never thought. I didn’t mean to….” The words trailed off. Telling them he hadn’t meant to embarrass them would only serve to do just that.

“I’d never heard the poems before either,” Michel said. He glanced toward the door, as though suddenly nervous.

“That’s the thing with wars,” Karolina said. “They draw all sorts of different people together, don’t they? It doesn’t matter who you are. Out there on the battlefield everyone’s the same, aren’t they?”

“Yes, they are.” Kristopher swallowed a mouthful of beans while he collected his thoughts. “I was a musician,” he said at last. “It was a long time ago. Sometimes it feels as though it was in another lifetime. I’ve been trying to work out why the code phrase sounded so familiar. I’m sorry. I guess I should have kept it to myself.”

“Nonsense,” Georg said briskly. “Don’t apologize for having a good education, and if it gives you some distraction to get through this terrible time, you should use it.” Karolina placed a hand on his shoulder. He reached up and placed his hand over hers. A sad look crossed her face, and she suddenly appeared a lot older.

Kristopher bit his lip. He lowered his gaze and concentrated on eating. He hadn’t meant to upset either of them. Michel had warned him to keep any conversation brief and focus on very general topics.

Damn it. He wasn’t very good at this at all. For a short time he’d forgotten their situation and been caught up in the moment, remembering his passion for his music and wanting to share it.

“Paul….” Michel spoke Kristopher’s assumed name, and he looked up. “Karolina’s right. This war has drawn people together who normally wouldn’t have even met. Perhaps we should take it as an opportunity to learn new things, hmm? We all have something to offer.”

“Well said, Gabriel.” Karolina squeezed her husband’s hand. “It’s been too long since Georg and I had the company of young people. You said you were a musician, Paul. What instrument did you play?”

“I play the violin, although I haven’t picked it up in years.” Kristopher watched the couple, noticing the way in which they took comfort from each other’s touch. He wanted so badly to be able to just lean over and take Michel’s hand in his and be open in front of others as to how they felt about each other. During the months spent in the attic at St. Gertrud’s, they’d still had to be careful, but they’d been left alone for much of the time. He hadn’t realized just how difficult having to hide their relationship was going to be.

“We’re not that young,” Michel said when Kristopher lapsed into silence again. He’d told Kristopher he’d turned thirty on his last birthday. Kristopher was almost a year younger and had wondered at the time where both of them would be by his next birthday, which was only a few months away.

Georg chuckled. “You’re about the same age as our boy, so to us, that makes you young.” He got out of his chair. “I’m going to make some tea. Do you want some? Here, Karolina, have my chair. You’re not getting any younger.”

“My husband, he thinks he’s funny,” Karolina said. She gave him a light peck on the cheek and went to clip his ear again, but he ducked out of the way and headed toward the kitchen.

“He’s only offering me his chair to keep me away from my knitting. He knows full well I’ll poke him with one of my needles if he gives me too much cheek.”

“How long have you been married?” Michel asked. He seemed amused by their banter. Kristopher wondered if it reminded him of his parents.

“Since just before the last war.” Karolina picked up the cloth bag Kristopher had noticed earlier and settled into the other armchair. She opened the bag and took out yarn and what appeared to be a large knitted square on needles. “We’d met the year before, and I waited for him to come home to me and our newborn son. I didn’t allow myself to think he might not. Tell me, do you have someone waiting for you?”

Kristopher glanced at Michel. Karolina wasn’t exactly following what he’d been told about keeping to safe subjects either.

“I have someone, yes,” Michel said finally. “I want nothing more than this war to finish so we can have a life together, but sometimes I doubt that will ever happen.”

“It will,” Kristopher said firmly. He placed his bowl on his knee, feeling the warmth of it through his trousers. “When you love someone, you wait for however long it takes.”


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.

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Mar 18

#Interview with Jake O’Neil from “Illusions & Dreams” by Z. Allora

Interview with Guest Character
Jake O’Neil
From Illusions & Dreams by Z. Allora

Hi, I’m Jake O’Neil I’m from Illusions & Dreams… Z. Allora’s a bit tied up… though in not the way she prefers so I’m here to answer your questions Ms. Tempe O’Riley. Tempe… Hmmmm… you’re a tempting… oh right let me tell you a bit about me.

I’m your friendly pansexual, which means my cock is open to all the opportunities. And no, not all pansexuals are like me, the world couldn’t be that lucky. My best friend Randy and I are getting ready to go on a trip to Thailand or maybe we’ve already gone. I guess it depends on when Ms. O’Riley the Temptress of this blog releases my I mean Z. Allora’s interview.

Okay Tempting Tempe I’m sitting down so shoot… or I can… if you know… you’re into me… I guess that’s up to you… think about it.

I’ll think… about it, but I like my men a little more… tempting than overt, hon. Still…
What makes Z. Allora’s stories different from other authors out there?

Jake: Well I think she’s been to all the places she writes about. So she’s already been to the Ladyboy clubs I’m going to drag Randy to, and to the Tiger Temple where she was bit by a baby tiger, and all over Bangkok. I’m just hoping she went to a few blowjob bars. HA HA! Hey it’s Z. Allora you know she had to, right?

I’m sorry I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable. But she hung out in clubs and spoke with the performers and club workers. From what I understand she had to convince them she wanted to talk to them and not fuck them. I personally don’t see why you can’t do both but that’s me… a multi-tasker.

She’s got a hot rocker band that went to Bali and another set in China. Hell she even put one series up in her old apartment in Suzhou China.

So she tries to make you feel it. Which is fine by me cause I’m hoping to feel some sex while over in Thailand… No not with a prostitute… Geez, Tempe I know you didn’t say it but I read it in your eyes. Paying for it is not my style… though I’m so good some wanna pay me. Anyway I’m sure I can hook up with some ladies and maybe some guys in Bangkok.

If I’m ever in China, I’ll be sure to meet some of your “friends”… maybe. But, for now, do you know when Z. Allora first consider herself an author?

Jake: According to Z.’s memories she was at the Gay Romance Literature Retreat in New Mexico and someone screamed “Z.! Z. Allora? Oh my god I love you.” She was flattered and thrilled someone actually read her series (The Dark Angels).

I know the feeling. I got to meet her in Chicago last year at the GayRomLit 2014 (I may have fan-girled a tiny bit…) Does she ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, do you know what she does to get past it?

Jake: Orgasms… what? Writing is like sex… Okay everything is like sex. You don’t put pressure on yourself otherwise you’ll never come… in this case she’d never write.

Also she lives with her characters in her head for a very long time and she takes notes. She was taking notes for Illusions & Dreams since her first trip to Bangkok, which was in 1998. The character’s pressure her to write their story builds until it becomes painful so the writing is a relief… (orgasm see told you it’s all about the sex).

You are incorrigible (and kinda hot, but that’s besides the point). If her writing was translated, which do you think she’d prefer:  TV, movie, play, or Broadway?

Jake: She’d probably prefer a Yaoi DVD… most of her stuff (except for us Illusion & Dreams) is written in the Yaoi style. But I’ll say I’m hoping Illusions & Dreams gets translated into Japanese because from Z.’s memory that’s who fills the Ladyboy clubs and shows.

I personally think Illusions & Dreams would make a good Broadway play. I’d be played by Taylor Kitsch. Me fucking a swath across Bangkok leaving of broken heartened lovers in my dust. Huh? What do you think? Wait you have this look on your face Tempe my Temptress. Did you read the blurb to Illusions & Dreams? That is what happens right?

Does Z. Allora’s family know what she writes, and if so, how did they react when she first told them what and how explicit her writing would be?

Jake: Her father called her ‘dirty’ and ‘sick’.

Another relative questioned whether she was a fit god parent.

Most treat it as a bit of a joke… and say she writes porn.

Her in-laws were accepting.

She’s lost some friends over it though others claim that’s why her love is always smiling.


Let me pull up one of her memories… Z. Allora had an interesting conversation with her mother in law.


MIL: I was shocked. He had an orgasm in the kitchen.

Z.: Well… They overheated.

MIL: No I understand that. But I was shocked he didn’t wipe down the cabinet. I know how clean you are… how could you just let him leave it there?

Z.: (<<<< Might be a tad obsessive compulsive when it comes to cleaning)


Another was:

MIL: I don’t understand how can two men be face to face when they have sex?

Z.: Legs go back

MIL: Oh… is that comfortable?

Z.: Depends on the angle…


I still think she should have pulled out some Xtube and done a movie show and tell. Or I would have been happy to put on a show for them.

But the only one who really counts is Z.’s love and he’s fine with it. Though hell anything that makes her happy is good by him. She could spend her time painting rocks and setting them free and if she was giggling while she did it he’d make sure she had the best colors to paint those fuckers. Go figure I don’t buy the whole love thing but they’ve got something.

Or maybe you don’t want to admit that you do? ;) I’m pretty sure you have a few things to learn and Z. has just the person to teach you…
Has Z. ever met someone in real life, or a stranger, that she turned into a MC?

Jake: Every experience and everyone Z. meets could find aspects of their personality adopted by one of her characters. But usually she uses her own crazy cause she’s got plenty to share.

And a lovely kind of crazy she it! Who is her favorite author and why?

Jake: Z. Allora would never name names.

Boxers, briefs, commando? What’s her favorite way to “dress” her men?

Jake: I prefer commando that way their dicks are usually only one zipper pull away but for women I adore frilly panties… there’s just something sexy about helping a girl wiggle out of her panties. Are you wearing lace my Tempting Temptress Tempe? What?

Jake! On topic, please, not on my bits and possible frills, lol.

Jake: OH you mean Z. Allora. Okay well that’s one of the many things she finds out about each of us. She thinks certain characters traits or some such shit follows underwear choice. Sometimes she takes her Master’s degree in Psych way too seriously!

Does Z. Allora concentrate on one genre?  Or does she feel like she should try to find your voice amongst the genres?

Jake: In my opinion Z. Allora seems to be a little slutty…. Kind of like me. She’s an equal opportunity writer she wants to try out all the genres. She’s finishing up a BDSM and working on the last chapters of a Sci-Fi Space Opera type series. She’s got hot rockers and zombies (but the sweet sexy ones that need ejaculate to survive… I really begged to be in that series but she said I belonged in Bangkok. Who am I to argue? Bangkok baby BANG-COCK.)

*Tries hard not to snicker, and fails* Bad, Jake!
And just because I love to tease ;) what’s Z. Allora working on now, and what is coming up from her next?

Jake: Oops I typically don’t shoot off prematurely but as I just said she’s working on a BDSM series: Lock & Key. It’s based on a mythical BDSM club she wishes existed. Z. Allora will use it to explore topics: levels of BDSM, abuse vs. discipline, fetishes, relationships. Viking Haven: The Craving the sci-fi is forcing her to create an entire galaxy. I really hope she makes an entire planet of people like me… and Smoke & Mirrors the book after Illusions & Dreams are the three books she is working on this year.

I really enjoyed spending time with you Tempe. Maybe you can give me a call later… What? Why do you keep giving me that look? I need to read this damned blurb for Illusions & Dreams!

Hon, I read the blurb and more to the point, I read the excerpt, so no offense, but I’m thinking my heart, and other bits, are safer if I don’t let you play with them :D

Illusions & Dreams

M/M Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Release Date: November 17, 2015
Length: 216 pages / novel
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Randy Camster failed at being married. His life now centers around work, TV sports, and listening to his friend Jake complain about how Randy’s lack of a sex life will be the downfall of mankind. Not true! Well, not totally. He’s just never understood the fascination with sex until… ladyboy performer Lalana Dulyarat shimmies into his world via an Internet ad for Thailand tourism.

Jake O’Neil’s open pansexuality yields him interesting bedmates, but he’s never chased after the mythical illusion of love. He focuses on others, like his best friend Randy, who needs a Bang-Cock vacation. Finding an adorable little imp named Boon-nam wasn’t on the itinerary. Gay, straight, and undecided, Jake has had ‘em all, but never a virgin aching to take a walk on the kinky side after having her affirmation surgery. Talk about pressure. And what’s with everyone warning him not to break her heart? His is the one in danger.

Dreamspinner Press
All Romance

Chapter One

A HIGH-PITCHED shriek of pure frustration hurt Randy’s ears.

“I know you dress up to play a girl on stage! But I dress as a woman because that’s who I am!”

The scream ripped through the nearly empty club. Service staff scattered, leaving Randy and Jake standing alone at the entrance to the empty Illusions & Dreams club.

Randy peeked farther into the hallway. The air conditioning cooled his face while the heat of Bangkok still heated his back. Jake glanced over at him with a questioning look. Maybe this wasn’t a first-rate idea.

Jake opened his mouth and shut it before any words came out. The red curtains covering one of the doorframes fluttered open.

A man dressed in a colorful skirt swirled around the bar area. His muscular chest was bare except for a coconut bikini top he was tying with a pink ribbon.

He froze when he saw them in the doorway and adjusted the two coconut halves into the proper location on his chest. “Oh, my.”

The guy in front of them appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. His age was difficult to tell. Like most Thai men they’d met thus far, he was quite attractive and ageless. His large brown eyes were made up and his silky black hair twisted up with flowers. He had to be part of the show.

He turned toward where the shouting had come from and frowned. Sighing, he pasted on a forced smile and seemed to pretend nothing was wrong. “Hello, my dears.”

Randy and Jake were early, but Randy hoped the guy would let them wait until the restaurant opened. He promised himself it was the last time he’d let Jake talk him into a cheaper fare. Changing planes once sucked, but three times over the last two days had left him dazed and confused.

After they’d finally landed in Bangkok, when Jake suggested a quick shower before heading straight to Illusions & Dreams for a show, he didn’t argue. He wasn’t in the mood to fight the traffic in a cab or climb the stairs to the Sky Train just to go back to their hotel to wait for the show, so he hoped the guy would have mercy on them.

Jake greeted the flowered man as they stepped fully into the cooled room. “Hey. Everything all right in here?”

The man appeared out of sorts. He glanced behind him at the curtain again, his false smile fading. He must have realized they’d heard at least part of the argument.

“So sorry you had to hear that.” He gave them a shrug and a sad smile. “Finding one’s soul mate is no guarantee of life and love being easy.” His eyes widened as if he’d just realized they were clients and not his therapists.

He cleared his throat. “I’m Adirake, co-owner of this wonderful establishment. The show isn’t for another two hours, and the restaurant and bar don’t open for another thirty minutes.”

Adirake stared at them for a moment as if he were waiting for them to leave. Randy had no intention of facing that hellish heat until he was forced to, so he stood his ground.

Adirake readjusted a drooping flower in his hair and sighed. “Wait one minute.”

Jake crooked his head at Randy and gave him a questioning, wide-eyed look.

Adirake turned in the direction of a red door and bellowed, “Tong!”

A distant indistinct grumble rolled through the club.

“Tong!” Adirake wailed loudly as he smoothed down his skirt with a quick flick of his hand.

“What?” A disembodied, annoyed voice asked before a lovely woman appeared, encased in a sheer black gown with layers of silk that hid her full charms. “You shrieked, Adirake?” The woman batted her eyes coyly at him.

Adirake jerked his head toward Randy and Jake. The beauty had her hair smoothed into a light brown chignon. She followed Adirake’s pointing finger and noticed them as customers.

Not missing a beat, she raised her voice up into the female range. “Well, hello. You two are early.” She glared over at the co-owner and jerked her head toward the door. “Areva is upset. Go deal and I’ll take care of these lovely men.” She fairly purred as she pointed to them with her exceptionally long red nails.

Jake mumbled something, but Randy ignored him, captivated by the drama as it took place in front of him. Jake got his attention by elbowing him, grinning with mirth at the compliment.

“She thinks we’re lovely.”

Rolling his eyes, Randy griped, “Jake, grow up.” He couldn’t have gotten through the past few years without his best friend, but sometimes he prayed maturity would rain all over Jake. But alas, there had been a drought.

Jake made a face at him. Usually Randy didn’t mind Jake making light of any situation, but not now. Randy was in the club where the singer he craved sang. He wiped his hands on his pants and glanced around.

Ever since their first conversation about Thailand months ago, Randy had been researching the terms kathoey and ladyboys. He had discovered that the Thai people considered kathoey to be a third sex. Kathoey were popular in the entertainment industries—all types of amusements—but he didn’t want to think of his singer in those terms. Unlike the transgender community in America, who mostly wanted to live their lives quietly and not be noticed for being different, Thai ladyboys seemed to want to shine for those differences.

Randy’s singer did more than glimmer¬—she practically sparkled when she sang. He couldn’t wait to watch her perform in person.

Tong’s wiggle drew his attention to the present as she made her way around the bar in a soft sway. “My name is Tong. We aren’t open yet, but let me get you settled. It’s too hot to send you back outside. Right this way.” Her hips had a nice roll, made more evident by the way her black dress clung to her round bottom.

She settled them at a corner table, where the smell of basil wafted through the air, and handed them drink and food menus. “Will you boys stay for the show?” she asked, smiling prettily at both men.

“Yeah!” Randy fairly shouted. He flushed, and he added more quietly, “I mean, yes.”

He couldn’t help his excitement; Randy’d waited so long to see his singer. Finally, he’d see her show in person.

He’d lost hours to YouTube watching documentaries exploring the ladyboy culture and shows from all over Thailand, but it was the impressive Illusions & Dreams performance that mesmerized him the most. Those pictures and video clips he’d seen online remained with him, especially of one performer in particular. Meeting her was probably a long shot, but he had to try.

Randy noticed Jake studying him with interest as if trying to figure him out. Good luck with that.

In the span of their ten-year friendship, Jake had made it his mission to hook Randy up and get him laid. He’d dragged him to strip clubs for lap dances, which Randy found unappealing. Jake, comfortably pansexual, had even coerced Randy into going to an all-male revue to see if he could get a rise out of him, but failed. Randy drew the line at a new BDSM club Jake wanted to check out. Jake’s determination to help Randy find some “temporary happiness” seemed to top his agenda. Randy found it sad that “temporary happiness” was the only thing Jake claimed to trust.

Illusions & Dreams seemed to be the classiest ladyboy club in Bangkok. Most clubs appeared to be a thin veil for prostitution. This club, according to TripAdvisor, provided real honest-to-goodness talent. The performers weren’t prostitutes, but entertainers, or so the past clientele had claimed in their reviews.

“I’ll be back to take your order in a bit when the kitchen opens.”

Tong slowly undulated away. Randy stared at the menu as the kitchen door swung open, allowing the smell of garlic and mint to hit his nose. The scent made his stomach growl.

“’Kay,” Randy shook his head. It hit Randy. They were in Thailand.

“She’s a ‘ladyboy.’”

Jake apparently felt the need to inform Randy, like he was a remedial student. As if Randy could’ve missed her unique energy.

“No kidding.” His gaze tracked across the room to ensure he didn’t miss anyone who happened to wander in. He shifted in his seat and caught Jake gawking at him.

“Never seen you”—Jake gestured toward Randy—”all aflutter.”

“I am not all aflutter.” Randy sighed, and a big grin lit up his face. “Okay, I am a bit.” Jake’s rude laughter made him add, “A bit, damn it.”

Jake thumbed the trail of silver rings around his ear, making them click together. “Dude, I’m glad to see something interests you. We’ve been friends for what? Ten years? And you’ve never looked with interest at another person.”

Choosing not to correct his false assumption, Randy went for a slam. “Yeah, well, maybe if you’d have better conversation skills….”

“Fuck you,” Jake tossed back with no malice as he leaned his chair back onto two legs.

“Not my type,” Randy teased.

Randy froze as the enticing creature he’d watched via the Internet floated in. In the flesh, the object of all his recent fantasies, Lalana Dulyarat appeared. Her shiny hair flowed to the middle of her back in a silken waterfall. A few strands were artfully arranged over her full breasts. Her kissable lips pursed. She was feminine, but something in her energy told the truth of her genetics. She was breathtaking.

“She more your type?” Jake goaded as he put his chair back on all fours.

The online images barely did her justice. “Ah. Um. Yeah.” Randy was completely entranced by the vision, close enough to reach out and touch. He started to wonder if he might be a pervert. He’d gone hard from gawking at her smile at someone else.

Behind the tall beauty followed a young, adorable little waif, who giggled at something the singer said. They stopped in their tracks when they unexpectedly spotted the two men sitting at the table.

The waif whispered to the other and wiggled her way over to their table. Randy’s fantasy, Lalana Dulyarat, reached out to stop her friend’s forward motion but missed, so Lalana quickly trailed after her, trying to slow the pace. But Lalana’s determined friend kept ducking out of reach of her hand.

Randy’s singer glared at her friend with a touch of censure when they reached the table. The waif seemed paralyzed as she stared at Jake with her mouth open. Lalana held out her delicate hand to Randy, purposefully bumping into the little one next to her as if to knock her out of the Jake-induced trance she’d fallen under.

As he clumsily stood, Randy wondered if he should kiss the petal-soft hand proffered to him, but decided on a light shake.

“Greetings, sir,” a melodic voice chimed.

Randy gazed into Lalana’s eyes, getting lost in their depth until Jake cleared his throat.

“Oh. Hello. I just… you are….” He wasn’t making a goddamned bit of sense, and he should probably let go of the gorgeous lady’s hand. But he couldn’t. “I’m Randy Camster.”

“An American.” She said “American” like his nationality wasn’t a question, but Randy nodded anyway. She arched one perfectly manicured eyebrow and gently drew her hand back. “You’re too early for dinner.”

Jake reached out to take the smaller girl’s hand and bought it to his lips smoothly. The twentysomething barely held in her squeal. “I’m Jake O’Neil. I’m very pleased to meet you.”

Randy wished he had his best friend’s flair with other people. Instead he just stood there, mute, as the younger girl appeared near to a swoon.

She leaned into Lalana, who pursed her lips and shook her head. Glancing back up to Randy and Jake, she said in a silky voice, “I am Lalana Dulyarat. And this is Ms. Boon-nam Rattanawong.”

Randy finally found his voice. “I know. I, um, found you on the club’s website, Ms. Dulyarat. You’re even more lovely in person.”

Did that sound stalkerish? He probably shouldn’t mention he knew she was single. He’d conversed with a number of bloggers on travel websites as recent as last week to confirm. Not that he’d even the slightest shot in the dark to get a date with her, but he’d at least ask.

“Oh, how very nice of you to say so. Please call me Lalana.”

Lalana uttered the words with such practice, Randy could tell it wasn’t the first time she’d heard compliments from a panting male fan.

Jake grinned at Boon-nam, who seemed focused on him. “Are you ladies in the show?”

Boon-nam’s eyes remained glued to Jake. She nodded absently and said something in Thai.

Lalana tsked and answered, “Yes, we are.” Lalana nudged Boon-nam. “English, Boon-boon.” Turning back to the men, she asked, “Will you be staying for the performance?”

“Yes. Oh, yes. We wouldn’t miss it, right, Jake?” Randy answered immediately, smiling at the vision who haunted his dreams.

Boon-nam tugged Lalana down so she could whisper while her brown eyes remained focused on Jake. After hearing what her friend said, Lalana exhaled. She glared down at Boon-nam, who looked away from Jake to give the taller woman pleading puppy eyes.

Sighing, Lalana said, “Good, maybe we will see you afterward?” She dragged Boon-nam gently toward the door to the left of the stage.

Randy panicked, hoping for Jake’s intervention. He had to ensure he would see her again. This couldn’t be their only exchange.

He knew he could count on Jake’s experience. “Drinks?” Jake called out.

Boon-nam answered happily. “Yes. Meet us at the bar at ten o’clock.”

Lalana must have yanked her a bit roughly through the red door because Boon-nam vanished instantly.

After the ladies disappeared behind the door, Randy turned to Jake. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Jake grinned at Randy and stifled a yawn. “Drinks at ten.”

Randy nodded as if he were trying to snap himself back to reality. “That’s like a date, right?”

“Indeed. Just like.” Jake rocked back in his chair, twisting his silver thumb ring as he assessed Randy a little too closely.

Oh, shit! “I haven’t had a date in… hell, forever.”

“Then it’s long overdue.” Jake slapped him on the back.

Randy drew in a long inhale.

The ambience changed, and Randy waited for the warning. He knew Jake didn’t want to pop his bubble, but he was going to say what he felt he needed to.

“You do understand those girls used to be boys? And they might still have their twigs and berries.” Why did Jake find it necessary to hammer home this fact? Jake continued. “I’m fine with it. I mean, a hole’s a hole.”

What the hell? “Do you always have to be so crass?”

Leaning forward, Jake shrugged. “Just a realist, my friend. I don’t dress up sex with emotion.”

This was a discussion for another time. “Your point?”

“Just that.” He actually appeared uncomfortable. “I don’t want you getting a surprise.”

To be fair, Jake didn’t know of Randy’s research. He’d been well versed in the facts, and if he were honest, maybe it accounted for a little of the appeal. While he found other transgender people attractive, he didn’t have the same response as he did to Lalana.

Lalana pulsed with vibrant energy, drawing Randy to her. Whatever she had or didn’t have under her dress didn’t matter all that much to him. As insane as it sounded, he felt a connection with her. A nonstalkerish connection, he amended.

Jake sat back hard in the chair and waved his hands in defense. “Hey, man. No issue for me. You know my cock is all about equal opportunity. I’m nondiscriminatory when it comes to fucking. Cock, pussy, mouth, or ass, it’s all good.”

“It’s not always about sex.” Randy’s hands itched to shake some sense into Jake, but he didn’t have that kind of time.

Jake chuckled. “Yeah, actually it is. Love is a fairy tale people convince themselves exists, so they can fuck like bunnies without the guilt society would heap on them. I say just fuck whoever you want and leave emotion out.”

Randy snorted. “Like a furred hole in the wall.”

Jake slapped his hand against the table. “Come on. I’d been drinking, was drunk perhaps. It was that one time… I think.”

Randy laughed harder at Jake’s confession. “You’ve no shame. You had relations, literally, with a hole in the wall.”

Jake grinned as he leaned across the table to grab the saltshaker and spin it around. “I’m sure one of the guys purposely lined it with fur. Whatever, man. I was hornier than fuck, and it was tight.”

“What does that even mean?” Jake exasperated Randy, but he’d gotten used to the idiot.

Jake cracked up. “Does it matter?”

“Probably not,” Randy glanced toward the door Lalana had disappeared through.

“I’m an ‘any port in a storm’ kind of guy.”

Jake pretended he was totally nonselective in his choice of partners and that “safe, sane, and consensual” were his only standards. But Randy had never bought his line of bullshit.

“Only requirements are hot and tight. I guess I didn’t know you were ready to swing in other directions.”

Randy shook his head. “Chances are neither one of us will be swinging anything.”

Jake’s laugh barked out. “This is Bangkok, baby, Bangkok! Why do you think they call it Bang Cock?” Jake’s face was an open book, which displayed each and every one of his obscene thoughts.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” Randy cracked up, but was glad the ladies weren’t there to witness Jake being uncouth.

“Yeah, I know. But you love me anyway. You can’t help yourself.”

True, but Randy didn’t have to admit it. Jake was a great friend and always made him laugh at life. Even when life had been dismal, Jake had always been quick with a joke to make him smile.

“Okay, back to the situation at hand. Didn’t know you had a hobby.”

What was he talking about now? “Huh?”

Jake laughed. “You know, the whole Internet-stalking thing?”

Randy dropped his voice, not wanting to be overheard. “Screw you. I did a little research and watched the clips of Ms. Dulyarat singing.” When Jake clearly wasn’t buying his watered-down version of reality, Randy added, “A couple of times.”

“Ha! Couple of hundred, maybe.” Jake saw he was right when Randy felt his face go red. “Whatever, man, no worries.” Slapping him on the back, Jake asked seriously, “You like her?”

“No. Yeah. I mean, I know I don’t know her, but there’s a vibe, a connection between us or something.” He rubbed his forehead, which started to hurt.

Jake’s expression spoke his disbelief so Randy simply tuned out his words. Sighing, he rambled on, “Shut up. I know it’s crazy. But now I’m seeing her at ten.”

Holy hell, he was meeting her in less than four hours! “What do I say? I mean, she’s way out of my league. What do I talk about with her?” In comparison to the glamorous and talented performer, Randy’s life was a snore. “How can they speak English perfectly?”

Jake grinned as if he enjoyed Randy’s spin of crazy rapidly turning into panic. “See. There you go. Your first topic of conversation.”

Before Randy could smack his ex-best friend in the head, Tong reappeared. “What can I get for you?”

Jake ordered the pad Thai with a Thai beer. Randy ordered the same, because he couldn’t form thoughts beyond the gorgeous creature he’d be seeing at ten.

Tong turned and almost slammed right into a muscular man behind her. “Oh, sorry, Jaidee.”

Randy was struck by how satiny and soft her voice could be. She was probably a singer too.

This Jaidee’s hands went around her waist to ensure she didn’t stumble. “No problem.”

Tong seemed almost to swoon from the sound of his voice. The drama unfolding before them riveted Randy. The guy’s hands lingered longer than necessary, and his eyes held Tong’s for several heartbeats as if he were going to say something.

Tong cleared her throat and stared at the floor before she confessed, “While you were away, I, um, I missed you.”

Jake was busy checking his phone and completely unaware, but Randy watched Tong melt like ice on a scorching-hot day.

Randy wondered if Jaidee was that toned from hours of dance and performing or if he was a gym rat. Hell, Randy should’ve hit the gym if that’s what surrounded Lalana all day.

“Did everything work out as Adirake planned?”

The transformation in Tong’s demeanor surprised the hell out of Randy.

“Yes, the brother and sister are over at Thai Haven. The restaurant owner is a friend of Areva. He’ll be teaching them how to wait tables and give them a job.”

When Jaidee turned to go, he hesitated. “I missed you too,” he said before he hurried down the hallway toward the stage door.

Aw, that’s sweet.

Tong didn’t move until Jaidee was out of sight. Then she must have noticed she had a captivated audience of one, because she turned to Randy and shrugged. “I’ll place your order with the boys in the kitchen, and I’ll get the beers for my two early birds.”

When she brought the two beers to the table, her sympathetic expression told Randy she’d overheard him obsessing over their upcoming date.

“So, I mean, what else do I talk to her about? She’s lovely. What is she looking for?”

“You’re winding yourself into a ball of anxiety. Just calm the fuck down.” Jake grimaced. “What do they want? It’s not even a date, for Christ’s sake. You just pay for their drinks. That’s what they want.”

Tong cleared her throat to get Randy’s attention. “Romance.” She sat down at their table with their beers. “Even though my love life is nonexistent, at least I can give some unsolicited advice.”

“What?” Jake questioned her.

Randy knew Jake well enough to know that he clearly didn’t like her sitting her ass anywhere she pleased. But Tong was secure in her place. She’d been here before Jake had arrived, and she would be here long after he left. Her posture almost dared them not to appreciate her crossed legs. Jake leered at them and relaxed back into his chair.

She smiled at him. “Romance. These girls crave romance. Their dreams are like those cheap happily-ever-after romance novels. They want a knight in shining armor to love them. To sweep away the miseries of the past and help them enjoy the sunshine of the future.”

Not one to kiss anyone’s ass, Jake chuckled. “Yeah, I’m sure a nice little bauble taking a chunk out of your bank account would suffice as romance.”

Tong frowned.

What the hell is wrong with him? Usually he could ignore Jake’s twisted view of love, sex, and relationships, but Tong knew Lalana, and Randy didn’t want her to blow him off because his friend was a jackass. Randy kicked Jake under the table.

“Ow! Randy! What? It’s true.” Staring at Tong, Jake asked, “Aren’t a few expensive trinkets excellent substitutes for true love?” The way he said love made the word sound tawdry and dirty.

“What do you mean?” Tong’s tone suggested she was daring Jake to say exactly what she clearly expected him to say.

“Come on. Who do you think you’re talking to? I mean, these places have the reputation of being high-class brothels,” Jake stated as if it were a matter of fact.

Randy’d read that most clubs tried to get clients to fall in “like” with the performers and convince them to buy expensive gifts and trinkets. Sometimes the performers would even ask for money outright for their supposed families still in the countryside.

Embarrassment flashed across Tong’s face before she regrouped. “Actually, that’s not what Illusions & Dreams is about at all. Our girls and boys are well paid, get their educations, and are well taken care of. We aren’t looking for a man to do it for us.” Sniffing in annoyance, she appeared to want to punch the knucklehead in the teeth.

Jake snorted. Randy shook his head and made the toe of his shoe find Jake’s shin again. Tong grinned at Jake’s yelp of pain right before Randy apologized.

“Please don’t be offended. My friend can be an ass sometimes. He was dropped as a baby.” Randy smiled and held out his hand. “I’m Randy, by the way.”

“Pleased to meet you. I am Tong.” She smiled at Randy and delicately grasped his hand to shake. “The girls here are looking for love and romance.” Standing, she said, “At least, until they grow up and realize it doesn’t exist.”

Randy stood up politely. “Oh, but it does.” He grabbed her hand back as if he were going to convince her. “Truly it does,” he told her adamantly.

Tong took the time to examine his sincerity. “Ah, you poor naïve thing. You still believe in happily ever afters. I really hope you’re right.”

As she hurried back to the bar, out of the corner of his eye, Randy witnessed Jaidee’s head duck back behind the stage door.

Z. Allora believes in happily ever afters for everyone. She met her own true love and has traveled to over thirty countries with him. She’s lived in Singapore, Israel and China. Now back home to the USA she’s an active member of PFLAG and a strong supporter of those on the rainbow in her community. She wants to promote understanding and acceptance through her actions and words. Writing LGBTQ romance allows her words to open hearts and change minds.

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Mar 17

#Interview with Andrew Grey, #Author of "Eastern Cowboy"

Interview with Guest Author

Andrew Grey
Making the world sexier, one reader at a time

Thank you for stopping over to visit, Andrew. In case my lovely readers don’t know who are—though I’m certain they all do… right guys?—I thought I’d do a little sit-down visit with you and help us all get to know you a little better.

You write so many genres and flavors of love, heat, and growth. What makes your stories different from other authors out there?

Andrew: I like to think that it’s that Andrew Grey combination of heart, heartache, hurt, happiness and love. I really try to make each story unique.

That you do.
When did you first consider yourself an author?

Andrew: It was a number of years ago and I met some readers in New York who came to an event just to see me.  It was that moment that I realized I’d written a story that had moved someone else.  It isn’t writing that makes an author, it’s the connection with the reader.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do to get past it?

Andrew: I have, but only for a very short period of time.  I continued writing through the block and it melted away as quickly as it came.

I was asked this recently and would love to find out your take on it… If your writing was translated, which would be your preference: TV, movie, play, or Broadway?

Andrew: I would love Broadway.  I adore the theater and I would love to attend an opening night red carpet as  VIP with Dominic on my arm. 

Having met you both and seen you in your tuxes (both men are totally yum) I can just picture that!
Does your family know what you write, and if so, how did they react when you first told them what and how explicit your writing would be?

Andrew: They have known what I write since my first story.  I never hid from them.  I didn’t tell anyone I was writing until my first novel was half drafted.  As far as what I write, I didn’t need their approval.   They were supportive and Dominic was always  in my corner.  That’s what counted for me. 

Have you ever met someone in real life, or a stranger, that you turned into a MC?

Andrew: Not really. I have drawn secondary characters from people I’ve met, but not main characters. 

Who is your favorite author and why?

Andrew: I love Ken Follett. He writes these amazing adventure stories with great characters.  The thing is they are also romances that often stretch over time a great distance.

Boxers, briefs, commando? What’s your favorite way to “dress” your man?

Andrew: I don’t have a preference for Dominic.  He wears what’s comfortable for him.  The best part about that type of clothing is removing it… slowly…

Naughty, Andrew!
We already know you love to write in different genres, but why do you feel you share your voice best when writing amongst the different genres?

Andrew: I have written MM contemporary, suspense, YA , and paranormal.  As an author, variety is the spice of life and the key to the muse.

And just because I love to tease ;) what are you working on now, and what is coming up from you next?

Andrew: My next story is Eastern Cowboy releasing in March and The Price, Las Vegas Escorts, releases in April.  Currently I’m working on a story with the working title Loathing to Love.  How is that for interesting?

Actually, I’ve followed along in your “All The Way With Andrew Grey” group as you’ve posted teasers of Loathing… Sounds wonderful Smile And The Price sounds interesting…
On that wonderful note, I thought I’d share a little from Eastern Cowboy. So sit back, relax, grab a drink, and enjoy!

Eastern Cowboy

Western M/M Romance
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: April 16, 2015
Length: Novel / 200 pages

Brighton McKenzie inherited one of the last pieces of farmland in suburban Baltimore. It has been in his family since Maryland was a colony, though it has lain fallow for years. Selling it for development would be easy, but Brighton wants to honor his grandfather’s wishes and work it again. Unfortunately, an accident left him relying on a cane, so he’ll need help. Tanner Houghton used to work on a ranch in Montana until a vengeful ex got him fired because of his sexuality. He comes to Maryland at the invitation of his cousin and is thrilled to have a chance to get back to the kind of work he loves.

Brighton is instantly drawn to the intensely handsome and huge Tanner—he’s everything Brighton likes in a man, though he holds back because Tanner is an employee, and because he can’t understand why a man as virile as Tanner would be interested in him. But that isn’t the worst of their problems. They have to face the machinations of Brighton’s aunt, Tanner’s ex suddenly wanting him back, and the need to find a way to make the farm financially viable before they lose it.

All Romance

“That your grandfather left you the farm for a reason. He didn’t confide in me what that reason was. But it’s more than just keeping it in the family, I feel that. Maybe he said something to you at some point.”

Brighton tried to think if there was anything. He shook his head. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” Mr. Granger waited for them to leave the conference room and escorted them out to the lobby area. “I suspect you’re going to need some help.”

“Yes.” Brighton looked down at his bad leg. “I can stand for an hour at most, and sitting in one place for any length of time is painful. So there isn’t much I can do at the farm.” He was downright helpless when it came to anything physical. His balance was poor as well, which only added to his fear of falling.

“I have this cousin,” Mr. Granger began. “He’s from the wild side… well, let me just say that the family hasn’t had a lot to do with him over the past few years. He left home when he was eighteen and roamed around the country. The last place we know he worked is some ranch in Montana. He doesn’t talk much. Never has.” He leaned closer and lowered his voice. “People used to think he was slow, but I think he’s just quiet and maybe a little shy. He needs a job, and I could see if he’s interested in helping you out with the farm. He’s not a stranger to hard work, and he has done ranch work, so he understands that kind of thing.” He seemed uncomfortable. “You don’t need to feel obligated to hire him in any way, of course. I haven’t spent any time around Tanner in a long time. But it wouldn’t hurt for you to talk to him.”

Brighton nodded. “Send him by or have him give me a call. I’m not sure what I’m going to need, but help is a definite.” He shook Mr. Granger’s hand and then followed Brianne out of the office and to the car.

“Where do you want to go?” she asked, sitting in the driver’s seat without starting the engine.

“Home to hide,” Brighton answered honestly. “But since you’re here, let’s go out to the farm and have a look around.” He got as comfortable as he could and fastened his seat belt. Brianne started the engine, and the air-conditioning began to banish the sauna feel from the car. “What are you going to do with the money?”

“What Grandpa said.”

Brighton turned toward her. “What’s all this about needing money and not telling me?”

“I don’t need money. But I exaggerated the fellowship benefits just a little. They’ll pay for most things, like the classes and the dissertation credits, but the stipend isn’t enough to live on, even if I exist entirely on ramen. So the money will make sure I can complete the degree in the next three or so years. I don’t want to take forever.” They pulled to a stop at a light. “I know you’d make sure I had what I needed, and you’d pay for it without thinking about it. But I don’t want you to. It’s time you had a life of your own, and you can’t do that if you’re still supporting me. I need to be on my own, and you need to let me.” The light turned green, and they moved forward.

“I do have my own life.”

“You sit home, work, watch television, work, talk to me on the phone, work, sleep, go nowhere, work, baby your knee and leg, work…. I think you’re getting my point.”

“I work,” he grumbled.

“You work hard, and you’ve used all that you’ve earned for me. From now on I’ll take care of me, and you can get a life. You’re a landowner now. There will be people beating a path to your door.”

“Please, you make it sound like we live in Elizabethan England.”

“You just need to make the land pay. And it can. The land is good—it always has been—and I don’t think Grandpa did much with it lately, so it’s been sitting, which is good for replenishment. You just need to figure it out.”

Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.

Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing)  He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

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Mar 11

#Interview with #GuestAuthor L. J. Labarthe

Interview with Guest Author

L.J. Labarthe
Imagination is a Light That Never Burns Out

Thank you for stopping over to visit, L.J. In case my lovely readers don’t know who are, I thought I’d do a little sit-down visit with you and help us all get to know you a little better.

What makes your stories different from other authors out there?

L.J.: Oh boy. I don’t know! I think that everyone who writes something writes in their own unique way, whether that’s a turn of phrase or a character or a plot. I think too that perception comes into things a lot, because if you put several people together and ask them each to describe the same one item, say a rose, for instance, you’ll get several different answers. Because we all think differently, I think what we write and what we read is always going to be unique in some form or other.

When did you first consider yourself an author?

L.J.The first time I got an email from a reader who loved my books and wanted to let me know how much he’d enjoyed them, and how he was looking forward to the next ones. It’s the most incredible feeling to hear that from a reader and to know that something you’ve created has touched them in some way. That’s when I first thought that yep, I’m an author, I think.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do to get past it?

L.J.: Most definitely! I find that going to stand in the bathroom gets rid of it. I call the bathroom the Room of Wisdom or RoW for this very reason! I don’t know what it is, but just standing in there, or brushing my teeth or brushing my hair, taking a shower, anything—the RoW will provide inspiration.

LOL ;) I was recently asked a question and thought it would be fun to hear what others would say when asked… If your writing was translated, which would be your preference: TV, movie, play, or Broadway?

L.J.: I’m going to be greedy and say TV if it’s HBO or Showtime and film.

That’s not greed, that’s… seeking out the most creative outlet. Right? Does your family know what you write, and if so, how did they react when you first told them what and how explicit your writing would be?

L.J.: Yes. They’ve been nothing but supportive. My mum reads my writing but asks that I mark where the sex scenes are because she doesn’t like reading sex—and that’s across all types of novels, not just because these are M/M romance. My cousin doesn’t read them, but is supportive and positive, my nieces think it’s the best thing ever and my brother keeps telling me that he’s really impressed that I do this. So I’ve been very lucky, and I count my fortunes there, because so many others aren’t as lucky.

Sadly, I have to agree. Many families aren’t supportive. Glad you have them! Have you ever met someone in real life, or a stranger, that you turned into a MC?

L.J.: MC, no. Tertiary character, yes.

Who is your favorite author and why?

L.J.: Argh! LOL! This is such a tough question! To be honest, I don’t really have a favourite author. I have books that I love, and I’ll read stuff by those authors regardless, but sometimes those authors may write books that I loathe. To name a few, in no particular order: Cate Ashwood, Meredith Shayne, M. Cates, Aldous Mercer, Manna Francis, Sergei Lukyanenko, J. K. Rowling, Douglas Clegg…

Oh, some great stories / authors! So… boxers, briefs, commando? What’s your favorite way to “dress” your man?

L.J.: Briefs or commando.

Do you as an author concentrate on one genre? Or do you feel like you should try to find your voice amongst the genres?

L.J.: I don’t really want to stick to just one genre, so I’ve tried a few now. I’ve written a lot of paranormal, some contemporary and some historical. I’ve got a sci-fi I need to clean up and submit sitting in my WIP folder, and I’ve written one mystery novella. I’d like to do some more historicals, actually.

And just because I love to tease ;) what are you working on now, and what is coming up from you next?

L.J.: Well, right now, I’m working on a few things. I’m working on my second collaboration with Cate Ashwood, which is a contemporary and I’ve got to write the summary and format my sci-fi long novel. I’ve just started a new paranormal, totally unconnected to anything else I’ve written in that genre, and that has a were-coyote and a psychic who fall in love.

As for what’s coming up next, well, my current release is book seven of “The Archangel Chronicles,” and soon, my contemporary novel, “Waiting for the Moon and You” will be out. Also coming out this year will be books eight and nine of “The Archangel Chronicles,” and those are the last ones, with those two out, the series will be finished and done. My first collaboration with Cate Ashwood will also be out, and that’s a contemporary called “Brick by Brick.” Finally, I have a long novella in a collection called “Piece Us Back Together” which has the theme of healing, and I join talented authors Raine O’Tierney and Cate Ashwood for that. That’s also contemporary. Phew!

And on that wonderful note, I thought I’d share a little from A Shot In The Dark. So sit back, relax, grab a drink, and enjoy!

A Shot In The Dark
Sequel to The Bone Cup
Archangel Chronicles: Book Seven

M/M Paranormal, Angels / Demons
Publisher: DSP Publishing
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Release Date: March 9, 2015
Length: 210 pages / Novel

After the theft and recovery of the Holy Grail, saving all of creation from destruction, and almost losing Michael, Archangel Gabriel devoutly hopes for nothing more dangerous than a stubbed toe. So when Archangel Michael sends a pack of his Venatores and two of Gabriel’s trackers on a rescue mission, Gabriel believes it’s purely routine.

No one is prepared for the danger and terror the Venatores find. What they face is torture, kidnapping, medical experiments, vivisection, and the enemies’ desire to remove all nonhumans—including shifters—from Earth forever. The supposedly routine rescue mission turns into a struggle for survival, and Gabriel and Michael face a terrifying new foe, and a threat to not just their existence and love but to the existence of everything they know. If the Brotherhood of Archangels and their allies can’t prevail, all will be lost.

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Liam tasted of coffee and donuts, and Baxter kissed him hard, wriggling back to lie down and pulling Liam with him. Liam sighed softly into the kiss, a breath of passion and desire, and he ran a hand down Baxter’s side as Baxter slid his own hands down Liam’s back. It took them only a few moments to shuck the scant clothing they wore—Baxter preferred to sleep naked and Liam was only wearing sweats—and then they caressed each other’s bodies, rocking into each other and kissing more and more artlessly. Baxter fumbled for the bedside drawer with one hand, trying to find the tube of lube he kept there, but Liam’s reach was longer and it was he who grabbed it first.

“Condom?” Baxter panted as Liam broke the kiss to get the tube open.

“No,” Liam shook his head as he squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. “We’ve had the tests, remember. We’re both clean. Unless you want to use a condom?”

Baxter shook his head, spreading his legs wide apart as he could. “No. No, I want you to fuck me, and fuck me now.”

Liam grinned at him, and stroked himself, smearing the lube over his cock. Baxter grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath his own hips. He reached for Liam even as Liam moved to kneel between his thighs, and as Liam positioned himself, Baxter reached down to tangle his fingers with Liam’s. Liam slowly pressed into him and Baxter cried out, relishing each second of delicious friction as Liam stretched and filled him. Some men, Baxter knew, preferred to be stretched by fingers or toys prior to the main event, but he didn’t. Unless they were involved in mutual masturbation, Baxter preferred Liam to fuck him without fingering him first.

Balls deep inside him, Baxter let out a low moan as Liam leaned down and kissed him. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around Liam’s hips and the two of them moved together in a dance as old as time, the rhythm being the beating of their hearts and the crescendo being their rapid pace towards orgasm. As Baxter raked his nails down Liam’s back, Liam moaned raggedly, his thrusts stuttering a little as he lost the rhythm. Each time he was completely inside Baxter, Baxter clenched down around him, and a moment later, he felt Liam’s hand on his cock, stroking him hard and fast, in time with his thrusts.

“Liam,” Baxter panted, “Liam, fuck, yes, Liam, Liam!” He gave voice to a shout and came hard.

Liam moaned once more, ragged and rough, and came a few moments after Baxter did. They lay together, slowly coming down from their orgasms, holding each other in a tight embrace.

The mood was shattered by a loud pounding on the door of Baxter’s apartment. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “Tell them to go away.”

Liam laughed and slowly pulled out of Baxter’s body and got off the bed. He tugged on the sweats and looked at Baxter, who hadn’t moved. “I’ll see what they want.”

“Okay.” Baxter sighed and sat up as Liam left the room. The banging on his door hadn’t stopped; if anything, it had gotten louder, and he had a sinking feeling that meant there was a job to do and he and Liam wouldn’t be able to have any time alone together for quite a while.


♥♥♥♥ LIFE

L. J. is a French-Australian, who was born during the Witching Hour, just after midnight. From this auspicious beginning, she has gone on to dabble in many things! She wrote a prize-winning short story about Humpty Dumpty wearing an Aussie hat complete with corks dangling from it when she was six years old. From there, she wrote for her high school year book, her university newspaper and in her early teens, produced a fanzine about the local punk rock music scene. She loves music of all kinds and was once a classical pianist; she loves languages and speaks French and English with a teeny-tiny smattering of Mandarin Chinese, which she hopes to relearn properly very soon. She enjoys TV, film, travel, cooking, eating out, abandoned places and researching.

L. J. loves to read complicated plots and hopes to do complex plot lines justice in her own writing. She writes paranormal, historical, urban fantasy and contemporary Australian stories, usually m/m romance and featuring m/m erotica.

L. J. lives in the city of Adelaide, and is owned by her cat.

Publications include an essay written for the now-defunct Veinglory publication produced by Emily Veinglory, in the 2003 issue and a short story for the 2004 issue. A research paper on medieval women that L. J. wrote has been used extensively as a reference and guide for other writers and is referenced at ‘All About Romance Novels’ in their ‘Ask An Historian’ section as well as other places. L. J. has had fiction published by Dreamspinner Press, Freaky Fountain Press and Less Than Three Press.

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Mar 10

RainbowCon 2015 Is Coming! Are you ready?

As many of you know, I’ll be at RainbowCon 2015 in Tampa, FL this July. I thought I should share more about the con and let y’all know how to get your tickets. I can’t wait to meet all the other authors and all the great readers out there!

Oh, and there will be tons of great vendors so you can pick up new books and get them signed right there!

Mar 04

#Interview with Guest Author Grace R. Duncan

Interview with Guest Author
Grace R. Duncan
Real, erotic, forever...

Thank you for stopping over to visit, Grace. In case my lovely readers don’t know who are, I thought I’d do a little sit-down visit with you and help us all get to know you. Also, today is the two year anniversary of your debut novel, Choices. Can’t believe it’s been two years! Love Teman, Jasim, Bathasar, Nadir, Cyrus, and many of your other characters in the Golden Collar series, and cannot wait to dive into more.

When did you first consider yourself an author?

Grace: When I finally held my contract for Choices in my hand. I was getting paid for this thing! Then I started wondering if someone would figure out I was this great big pretender because… holy shit, I was an author! O.O

It’s the best feeling!
But, do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do to get past it?

Grace: All the damned time. I have a number of tactics I try. First is distraction—force myself to not write for a while. If that doesn’t work, I try a different story. If that doesn’t work, I find wailing, moaning, licking my palms, and tearing my hair…well, it doesn’t help the writer’s block, but it does make everyone else as miserable as me.

If your writing was translated, which would be your preference: TV, movie, play, or Broadway?

Grace: TV or movie I’d guess, though I know at least some of it would require porn. *laughs* I’ve often wondered if I could get a porn studio to consider my Golden Collar series. *grin* Ahem. That said, I usually have a dream cast in my head of at least the main characters for all my books.

Oh… now that’s an idea Open-mouthed smile
Does your family know what you write, and if so, how did they react when you first told them what and how explicit your writing would be?

Grace: Yes. In fact, I’m pretty sure everyone does. My husband reads it, helps critique it, even. The rest of them don’t want to touch it because, “ew, Mom! That’s sex and YOU wrote it!” Since I’ve been writing fanfiction for years—and it was as explicit as my original fiction is—it’s nothing they didn’t already expect.

Have you ever met someone in real life, or a stranger, that you turned into a MC?

Grace: *smirks* Well, now, I can’t say exactly, can I? In truth, most of the people I’ve met or know have or will end up in a book somewhere. For those I like, well, they get a happily ever after. For those I don’t… well, most of the time, I find creative ways to make them miserable or kill them.

Who is your favorite author and why?

Grace: Oh God, that’s… I don’t know that I have one. I suppose Tolkien is at the top, as is Stephen King. The problem is, I have favorites within a genre, but not necessarily overall. Tolkien and King are so different, you know? I love Tolkien’s world and King’s crazy scary ideas and Rowling’s magic and and and…

Boxers, briefs, commando? What’s your favorite way to “dress” your man?

Grace: Truthfully, he tells me. I try not to overdo anything, but if they both wear briefs, they do. I’ve known too many guys who wear (or don’t) each thing to ignore anything.

We already know you love to write in different genres, but why do you feel you share your voice best when writing amongst the different genres?

Grace: I’m writing in different ones because I like to explore different worlds, different focuses. My wolf shifters have a different goal than my pleasure slaves do. And both have different goals than my virus survivors do. I like being able to experiment a little, play in all sorts of places.

And just because I love to tease ;) what are you working on now, and what is coming up from you next?

Grace: Wellllllll, I’m currently playing around on a cruise ship with a couple who forgot how to talk to each other. Everything sort of blew up on them when one panicked over kink and submission, but the other refused to give up. Despite a five year break, he’s determined to fix what was broken and now they’re trying to find their way back to each other.

My next novel coming up is due out in July. I’m really excited about this one. Contemporary BDSM entitled Turning His Life Around! Here’s the tentative blurb:

When Kane Harris’s world turns upside down, the only one to catch him is his lifelong best friend, Ian Kelly. Ian, who’s been in love with him for years, but has accepted that love will never be returned, knowing Kane believes himself incapable of it.

So Ian is willing to settle for what he can get–a best friend, roommate, sometime fuck-buddy, and occasional submissive. He’s already learned he can’t live without Kane, though he can’t let Kane know that, or the truth of his feelings because when, not if, Kane confirms his fears, he knows he wouldn’t be able to take it.

But when Kane loses his job and asks Ian to step up their play to help him deal, Ian realizes his ability to hide his feelings is quickly failing. And when Kane is given the opportunity to start his own computer security firm and wants Ian to join him, Ian struggles further. It’s not until they’re invited to the exclusive BDSM club, The Iron Door, however, that things come to a head. When Kane screws up big time, he’s afraid he won’t be able to fix it. And if he doesn’t figure out these confusing feelings, he’s sure he’ll lose his best friend, his Dom, his… everything forever.

And on that wonderful note, I thought I’d share a little from Choices. So sit back, relax, grab a drink, and enjoy!

Golden Collar, book one

Historical M/M BDSM Romance
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Release Date: March 4, 2013
Length: 380 pages / Novel

Born and raised a gypsy in the late eleventh century, Teman values freedom over everything. He and his best friend, Jasim, are thieves for hire—until one night they’re caught and their precious freedom is revoked. Given the choice between the dungeons or palace pleasure slavery, they become slaves, but Teman vows to escape someday.

Bathasar doesn’t want the throne. He supports his brother instead, which suits their sadistic father, Mukesh. When Teman, the handsome slave Bathasar has secretly been watching, saves his life, Bathasar requests a slave for the first time. Before long, Bathasar and Teman fall in love. But all is not well. One day Mukesh brutalizes Teman before the court, angering the empress of a neighboring nation. To appease her, he then offers her Jasim as a gift, and Teman decides to stay with Bathasar for now—despite the abuse he may suffer.

The peace doesn’t last. Mukesh plans to invade Jasim’s new country, and Bathasar must find a way to stop the destruction. But if he succeeds, he’ll ascend to the throne and have the power to grant Teman his liberty. Then Teman will surely leave him. What other choice could a gypsy make?

All Romance

The captain stood up and paced around them, taking his time looking them over. Teman wanted to squirm, fidget, or something, but he managed to resist, albeit with difficulty. He’d never liked being the center of attention, unlike Jasim, who happily took it on. Teman’s dislike of that kind of thing was partially what lured him into the shadows, deep hoods, and darker corners of the world.

“Even without the charge of attempted murder, you have reached your third chance,” the captain said, coming to a stop in front of them. “By our laws, I must punish you, and harshly. I have some leeway in what I choose,” he said, and Teman’s head snapped up in surprise. He caught Jasim’s start out of the corner of his eye, but he refused to look over, lest he give their eagerness away. “But only by so much,” the captain finished.

He turned around and walked across the room, out of their field of vision since neither dared move. The quiet of the large chamber was unnerving thanks to the fact that the soft slippers the captain wore made no sound as he walked, save the slight scrape of silk against marble. They waited impatiently for their sentence while they heard him move around, opening a cabinet and then closing its doors. They heard the sound of metal rattling, then the near-silent slippered steps as the man crossed the room again.

When he stood in front of them, he held four large rings in his hands. They were big enough to go around a man’s neck, and Teman stared at them for a moment, incomprehension clouding his mind. And then, as if a flame was put to wick, he realized what they were.

But that only succeeded in confusing him further. Because two of them were obvious—they were the heavy, blackened iron collars worn by the prisoners in the dungeons. He’d been lucky enough to never actually be down there, but he’d met a few men who’d gone and managed to escape. They’d told him plenty about it—including about the collars, cuffs, and shackles—which had only fed his determination to stay out of the place.

But the other two collars the captain held weren’t heavy iron. They were only a couple of inches wide, very thin and made of etched gold. They were hinged on one side, and on the other was a loop for a lock, with another ring below made to be hooked on to things.

And then it all clicked. Teman had heard the rumors regarding slaves the malik kept in his palace. Slavery was still a very common practice even within their own country of Neyem, though usually it was more along the lines of indentured servitude. And he’d never had it confirmed exactly what the palace slaves did, though the rumors were that they were pleasure slaves.

He’d had trouble believing it. The malik was so cold and looked so… untouchable that Teman couldn’t quite reconcile the idea of the man doing anything as warm and human as sex. Whether the malik was involved or not, the golden collar the captain was holding couldn’t be mistaken. It was most definitely a representation of palace servitude. But, what kind?

Teman looked from the collars up to the captain, raising his eyebrows. The captain met his eyes, then spoke. “I told you that I have some leeway in punishment. I have the right to toss you in the dungeon. But I think it would be a waste.” Teman wondered at the tone of voice. It seemed almost regretful at the idea of sending them down there, but Teman couldn’t figure out why this man would possibly care about them or what difference their fate would make to him.

“Instead I will offer you a choice,” the captain said, meeting first Teman’s eyes, then Jasim’s, before lifting the rings again. He held one of each type in each hand, and dropped them at their feet. “The gold collar is worn by palace slaves. You will lose your freedom one way or the other, but how you lose it is up to you.”

He turned, walked back to his chair and considered them carefully, then continued in a quiet voice. “The palace slaves are pleasure slaves. They serve the malik and the amirs, the masters and mistresses of the palace and their visitors. If you choose that, you are a slave. Your choice ends there. What they wish to do to or with you is entirely up to them. Your body will no longer belong to you; it will belong to them. When it comes to many things, you will no longer have free will.”

He paused to allow the words to sink in. Then he said simply, “Or you may take the other.”

Teman didn’t have to ask what the other was. It was a one-way trip to the dungeons and darkness, bare minimums on food, drink, and even air. And the near impossibility of escape. As a palace slave, he might well have a much better chance. He didn’t know if they were chained or locked up in any way, but he figured, one way or the other, there was a greater possibility of getting out. And, at the very least, it was likely to be better until he could try for freedom. He glanced over to see his best friend’s eyes fixed on the two collars on the floor. Jasim’s expression showed the confused jumble of thoughts that were undoubtedly mirrored on Teman’s own face.

He wanted to ask what being a pleasure slave really entailed, wanted to ask a million questions that crowded into his head, but he held his tongue. He knew enough about the alternative that, in the end, he didn’t think it really was much of a choice. He wasn’t sure why he hesitated. It wasn’t like he’d never had sex before. He’d done plenty with both genders. He’d never been attached, so that wasn’t an issue either.

And, in the end, the one thing that meant the most—his freedom—wasn’t an option either way.

His best friend looked over at him and met his eyes. Jasim nodded, Teman gave one in return, and together, they knelt down and picked up their fate.

Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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Mar 03

#Interview with Guest Author Lissa Kasey

Interview with Guest Author
Lissa Kasey

More than just Romance…

Thank you for stopping over to visit, Lissa. In case my lovely readers don’t know who are, I thought I’d do a little sit-down visit with you and help us all get to know you. Also, today is the rerelease of Inheritance (cue the combo Kermit flail and Snoopy dance!). I’ve love the Dominion series since I first stumbled on the first edition of this book, so I can’t wait to see what you’ve added/tweaked!

You write so many genres and flavors of love, heat, and growth. What makes your stories different from other authors out there?

Lissa: My heroes are usually very damaged and the story is a matter of them evolving to be better people. Sex is sort of the last element. So if you’re looking for super hot kink, you’ll probably want to look elsewhere. If you’re looking for world building stories about characters who are struggling just to make a place for themselves in a world that doesn’t want to accept them, then you’d like my stuff.

That’s so true, but when you do write sex, it’s both hot and sweet. And while damaged, all your characters are addictive to read about Open-mouthed smile
When did you first consider yourself an author?

Lissa: When I finished writing my first book. That was when I was 16 or so. Though I didn’t get published until in my thirties.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do to get past it?

Lissa: All the time. I usually talk out scenes with friends or fellow writers and then do word wars to make myself write. I can do it. I just sometimes don’t want to.

If your writing was translated, which would be your preference: TV, movie, play, or Broadway?

Lissa: TV. My stuff has so much world building I’d probably have to have a TV miniseries.

Does your family know what you write, and if so, how did they react when you first told them what and how explicit your writing would be?

Lissa: I’ve always sort of been weird, so it really didn’t come as a surprise to them. Though none of them are readers anyway.

Have you ever met someone in real life, or a stranger, that you turned into a MC?

Lissa: I’m sort of an anti-social introvert. I don’t meet a lot of people that I talk to enough to turn into characters. Sometimes I’ll see an element of someone online that I will add to a character, but rarely is it inspired by a real person.

Who is your favorite author and why?

Lissa: Andrea Speed. Her world building is divine and she does it without having to do the necessary sex that seems required in the m/m genre. And people still love her stuff. I love her stuff.

Love her stories! I’m amazed with how she writes and how real the characters are.
But, even though sex it’s the priority… when our boys lose their pants do you go for boxers, briefs, or commando? What’s your favorite way to “dress” your man?

Lissa: Depends on the character. I’ve got one guy who wears lacy undies, others who wear jocks.

We already know you love to write in different genres, but why do you feel you share your voice best when writing amongst the different genres?

Lissa: My main focus is speculative fiction but I have done young adult contemporary and adult contemporary. I often try to write things that challenge me just to see if I can.

And just because I love to tease ;) what are you working on now, and what is coming up from you next?

Lissa: Finishing up Cardinal Sins which is the sequel to Hidden Gem. Then on to some edits for Reclamation‘s rerelease. This year is a really busy schedule as I’m going to have around seven or eight releases by the end of the year

I can’t wait! And on that wonderful note, I thought I’d share a little from Inheritance. So sit back, relax, grab a drink, and enjoy!

Dominion, book one

Paranormal (witch / vampire) M/M Mystery Romance
Cover Artist: Simone Hendricks
Rerelease Date: March 3, 2015
Length: Novel / 65,000 words

Seiran Rou’s life is complicated—he’s the only male in the world allowed to take magic classes in a female-dominant society, his vampire boyfriend, Gabe, is hinting that he wants more, and his mother is demanding a grandchild. But when a co-worker turns up dead on his doorstep, Seiran realizes his problems are only beginning.

With the police dogging his steps, a stalker-like bartender watching his every move, and a magic groupie following him around, Seiran is finding it hard to hide his power—a power that if revealed could get him killed. The Dominion, the ruling body of elemental magic, seems to have started a deadly game to control the rare magic he possesses.

Someone is pulling strings, murdering witches, and gathering power. When Seiran finds himself next on the hit list, he doesn’t know whether to run and hide or prove himself to be the powerful witch he is. If he stands up and fights, he’ll have to decide what is more important—hiding his power or protecting the ones he loves.

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Professor Wrig gestured to the stump. “Seiran, if you will demonstrate, please?”

Rose looked like she’d swallowed a lemon. “I can show them how it’s done, Professor,” she said.

“I’m sure you can, Miss Pewette. However, I already asked Mr. Rou.”

I took a deep breath and stepped up to the stump, wondering if I was allowed to actually focus with the earth this time. “Can I kneel?” I asked Wrig quietly.

“Whatever you feel is necessary.”

I knelt and waited for instructions.

Professor Wrig explained, “As Mr. Rou is showing you, he is putting himself in close contact with his element. He will be pulling power from the earth. Should he accidentally pull too much, he can give it back without causing damage to us or the surrounding area. He will take the time he needs to focus his power, and then he will place his hands to the stump. All witches with a measurable level will make something grow. A level one will produce moss or ivy. A level two will create flowers or even a small bud of a new tree. His level is set by what grows. Whenever you’re ready, Seiran.”

“Try not to kill any of us,” Rose sneered from behind me.

I sighed, closed my eyes, and left all their scattered whispering behind. It didn’t matter that Rose didn’t shut up or that Blond Hair looked at me like he was imagining what sex with me would be like. The earth and I knew each other well. I let it flow through me, like I was nothing more than a pebble in a lake to be shaped and guided by it. Each breath brought renewed life. I set my hands to the stump, remembering the last time, when I’d made wildflowers burst forth from the dead tree. This time I didn’t even look. The earth would grow what it wanted to with me as its conduit.

The power flowed through me in natural peaks and waves. The crowd gasped. The wood shifted and moved beneath my hands. I let the earth move as it wanted until the final wave subsided. Letting go, I opened my eyes and stared at a giant oak tree, leaves growing to a rich, vibrant green. No wildflowers this time. I smiled at the tree and patted its strong, new trunk, which split the old stump in half.

“Very good, Mr. Rou,” Professor Wrig told me. She offered me a hand up. I stood, dusted off my pants, and went to the back of the line. “Next,” she said.

And so began the testing.

Lissa Kasey lives in St. Paul, MN, has a Bachelor’s Degree in Creative Writing, and collects Asian Ball Joint Dolls who look like her characters. She has three cats who enjoy waking her up an hour before her alarm every morning and sitting on her lap to help her write. She can often be found at Anime Conventions masquerading as random characters when she’s not writing about boy romance.

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Feb 27

Temptations of Desire by Tempeste O’Riley: #Review #GuestPost #Giveaway @TempesteO

Carly’s Book Reviews

Temptations of Desire

(Desires Entwined, Book 3)

by Tempeste O’Riley

Genres: Contemporary, Gay, Erotic, Romance

Confidence & Being True to You

First, I’d like to say a huge thank you to Carly for hosting me today. What do I want to discuss now that I have the mic? One of the key driving ideas behind many of my stories, especially Temptations of Desire… being true to who you truly are and finding the confidence to live your truth openly….

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