Apr 08

#Interview with #GuestAuthor Joe Cosentino

Interview with Guest Author
Joe Cosentino
Writer. Actor. Professor.

Thank you for stopping over to visit, Joe. I loved hanging out with you when Wt. interviewed us on WON Radio! 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?

Joe: Since I was an actor and playwright, my stories are theatrical, humorous, dramatic, romantic, and often contain mystery, suspense, and surprise. After reading my stories, most readers and reviewers comment on how they laughed, felt romantic, cried, and were totally surprised by something in the story. I love that!

When did you first consider yourself an author?

Joe: As a playwright it was after my first play was produced in New York City. As a novelist it was when I saw my books on Amazon—with lots of positive response from readers who I didn’t know.

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

Joe: Never! It’s the total opposite for me. I have so many stories in my head that it is a challenge for me to decide which one to write next.

LOL 😉 I know you were in movies and in theater productions, but what made you want to write stories instead of acting them out?

Joe: It’s all connected for me. Storytelling is storytelling whether you are acting, writing, directing, singing, dancing, or drawing. If you go to You Tube, you can see MY MOTHER WAS NEVER A KID, an old ABC-TV I did (I’m in the last third of the movie) and a more recent humorous short play, JULIE (I also wrote that as well). After acting on stage, screen, and television opposite people like Rosie O’Donnell (AT&T Industrial), Nathan Lane (ROAR OF THE GREASEPAINT in dinner theatre), Jason Robards (Commercial Credit computer commercial), Bruce Willis (A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM in regional theatre), Holland Taylor (MY MOTHER WAS NEVER A KID ABC-TV movie), and acting Off-Broadway, in many television commercials, and on NBC’s ANOTHER WORLD, the acting work started to dry up. So I moved on to playwriting and directing, and now writing novels. I hope to come full circle one day by acting in the film versions of my novels. I want to play Mr. Ringwood (the high school principal) in AN INFATUATION, Simon Huckby (Jana’s agent) in PAPER DOLL (Jana Lane mystery book 1), and Martin Anderson (the department head) in DRAMA QUEEN (Nicky and Noah mystery book 1). So come on film producers. Make me an offer!

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?

Joe: As a teenager, when I told my mother I wanted to be an actor (unlike my cousins who are lawyers), she said, “Take this knife and stick it through my heart.” Eventually my parents became accustomed to the idea and supported me. When my mother heard I was writing books, she said, “Don’t you have anything better to do than write novels?” I wonder if Shakespeare’s mother said that. Anyway, my parents, now ninety years old, are accustomed to it and enjoy my novels. They keep asking me, “How do you think up all those amazing stories?” Since I don’t write erotic fiction, they haven’t complained about the heat level of my stories.

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

Joe: Constantly, but not directly. I combine people or change someone’s race or gender. The most fun is changing their sexual orientation. While the situation is fictitious, Harold in AN INFATUATION is based on me. I really admire Harold’s resilience, honesty, intelligence, wit, and ability to keep going in trying situations. His heart may be broken, but his spirit always stays intact. Harold’s devotion to his spouse, Stuart, is admirable, as is his honesty about his teenage infatuation with Mario. I love that the story spans twenty years, so we see Harold (and Mario) develop and mature. Harold’s spouse, Stuart, is based on my spouse who is totally organized and a real list maker, but also sweet, creative, and caring. He creates an itinerary for our trips in ten minute time blocks! Mario is based on a few handsome, muscular, and a bit self-absorbed guys I knew as an actor.

Who is your favorite author and why?

Joe: Armistead Maupin, due to his amazing wit, surprise story twists, and engaging characters. I’ve read all nine TALES OF THE CITY books.

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

Joe: I always go for comfort and freedom, so boxers are great.

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

Joe: Often people question whether I’ve really written all my books (a la Shakespeare) since each one is so different. Believe me, I’ve written them all. AN INFATUATION is a Bittersweet Dreams MM romance novel with endearing characters. The Jana Lane mystery series (PAPER DOLL out now with PORCELAN DOLL and SATAN DOLL following) is an MF mystery/romance series about an ex-child star solving a mystery of her past and present with the help of her gay best friend and gay agent. The story is plotted with clues and secrets that are all revealed in the shocking ending. The Nicky and Noah comedy mystery series (DRAMA QUEEN releasing this summer with DRAMA MUSCLE and DRAMA CRUISE following) is a laugh out loud, wild and crazy, MM mystery/romance series set in the theatre department of a college. As a college professor I can relate, though thankfully there have been no murders at my college. However, I kid my colleagues that if any of them annoy me, I may murder them in one of my novels. Hah!

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

Joe: I just finished A SHOOTING STAR (a new MM Bittersweet Dreams contemporary romance novella), PORCELAN DOLL (the second Jana Lane mystery), and DRAMA MUSCLE and DRAMA CRUISE (the second and third Nicky and Noah mysteries). Up next is SATAN DOLL (the third Jana Lane mystery). Reader response has been incredible to all of my novels with reviewers and readers telling me these novels have changed their lives, and begging me to keep writing. Those words are magic to my ears, and inspiration to my brain and computer keyboard.

How do you imagine the ideal reader of your book?

Joe: My ideal reader is a lover of a good story, someone who craves being swept away and becoming part of the novel. My reader enjoys humor, and being taken on a roller coaster ride. Finally, my reader relishes in captivating characters and earth-shattering romance, as she/he willingly enters the portal of my book. That’s why I love hearing from my readers! http://www.JoeCosentino.weebly.com.

Here are the blurbs and excerpts from my two current offerings.

An Infatuation

M/M Contemporary Bittersweet Dreams
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Christy Caughie
Release Date: February 4, 2015
Length: 103 pages / Novella

With his ten-year high school reunion approaching, Harold wonders whether Mario will be as muscular, sexy, and tantalizing as he remembers. As a teenager, it was love at first sight for Harold while tutoring football star Mario, until homophobia and bullying drove Mario deep into the closet. Now they’re both married men. Mario, a model, is miserable with his producer wife, while Harold, a teacher, is perfectly content with his businessman husband, Stuart. When the two meet again, will the old flame reignite, setting Harold’s comfortable life ablaze? How can Harold be happy with Stuart when he is still infatuated with his Adonis, his first love, Mario? Harold faces this seemingly impossible situation with inimitable wit, tenderness, and humor as he attempts to reconcile the past and the future.


One Friday afternoon I accidentally ran into my hero in the boy’s locker room. I’d had enough of the big guys banging me into gym lockers, pushing me into cold showers, and hanging me from the gym ropes. So I was on my way to give Mr. Adoni a note from Dr. Dlorah excusing me from gym class for the remainder of the school year (due to my highly contagious disease being studied by my doctor in Guatemala, where he could not be reached for the next year).

The locker room smelled of an odd combination of soap, cologne, sweat, and desire. Mario was getting ready for football practice, standing at his gym locker without a combination lock on it. Nobody would dare to break into it (Except for me that one time I smelled his jock strap. Okay maybe it was a few times, but not more than ten.). Mario slid his T-shirt (red today) over his thick, black hair and threw it on the nearby bench. No longer harnessed by cotton, his arm, back, chest, and neck muscles swelled to full size. I was half hidden behind the adjoining row of lockers, wearing my usual green and blue flannel shirt and brown corduroy pants. Mario, who wasn’t looking in my direction, said something really beautiful to me that I will never forget. “Hi.”

“Did you just? Oh. Hi. Hello. Good afternoon. Nice to see you. I mean, change with you.” I looked down at the floor (but cheated a bit) as Mario kicked off his boots, slipped off his jeans then threw them in the lucky locker. His red underpants (briefs) revealed ample manhood. This is better than the newspaper’s underwear ads!

“Good gym class today with Mr. Adonis, I mean, Mr. Adoni.” Did I just say that? “Harold High.”


“High.” How can I get my pulse down to 260?

“Hi.” Mario reached into his locker for his sweat clothes.

Shouldn’t people be doing that for you? “Oh, my last name is High. Like a kite.” How can I stop my arms from waving like an airport flagger on speed?

“Mario Ginetti. Like nothin’ else imaginable.” Mario smiled, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth, and held the sweat clothes in his hands as if he was mortal.

“I know. I watch your body play.” Why can’t I stop talking? “I mean, I watch you play … football … on the field … in your football outfit.” I feel like Michelangelo with his David!

As Mario put on his sweats, I continued to sweat.

“I’m voting for your body … I mean I’m voting for you for president of your … our … the student body.” I need my jaw wired shut. “I’m your lab partner in Chemistry class. Ms. Hungry’s class … I mean Ms. Hunsley’s class.”

His olive-colored face glistened as Mario’s face registered recognition—of me! “I thought I knew you from somewheres. Hey, thanks for doing the lab reports.”

“It’s my honor … I mean my pleasure. It’s fine. If you need help putting up posters for your campaign, I can … ”

Having just tied the laces of his sneakers, Mario stood absolutely still. He looked at me as if he was staring into my heart and somehow knew what I was feeling. “I gotta take a wicked piss.”

Can I watch?

“Thanks for helping me out, Buddy.” He slammed the locker door and left.

He called me, Buddy! My heart was as soft and silly as putty that Mario held in the palm of his hand like his soap on a rope.

Paper Doll
Jana Lane mystery 1

M/F Hollywood Mystery Romance
Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
Cover Artist: Christy Caughie
Release Date: March 5, 2015
Length: 103 pages / Novella

Jana Lane was America’s most famous child star until she was attacked on the studio lot at eighteen years old. Now a thirty-eight-year-old beauty and mother of two living in a mansion in picturesque Hudson Valley, New York, Jana’s flashbacks from her past turn into murder attempts in her present. Forced to summon up the lost courage she had as a child, Jana visits the California movie studio she once called home. This sends her on a whirlwind of visits with former and current movie studio personnel. It also leads to a romance with the son of her old producer—Rocco Cavoto—the devilishly handsome filmmaker who is planning Jana’s comeback both professionally and personally. With Rocco’s help, Jana uncovers a web of secrets about everyone she loves, including the person who destroyed her past and threatens to snuff out her future.

Whiskey Creek Press

No longer postponing the inevitable, she rested back on the tree stump. As Jana peered out at a tree with a yellow ribbon tied around it, she thought of how her life had been held hostage during the past twenty years. With eyes sealed tightly shut she blurted out, “They’re like flashbacks. I see myself at the studio on the set of my last film—on the final day of shooting.” She moistened her lips. “We’re outside in Lot C. After my father, playing the town sheriff, makes me an assistant sheriff, I strike my last pose on my horse, Ginger. She bucks underneath me, but I control her until Mr. LeClerc, the director yells, ‘Cut!’ Hank, the trainer, helps me off my horse. A few speeches are made. My agent, my sister, Mr. Cavoto—the studio head, and his son are there. Everyone applauds. As usual—”

“—you walk inside to your dressing room with your agent.”

She opened her eyes. “How did you know that?”

He bit at a blade of grass. “I just assumed.”

“You really are good at this.”

Another satisfied nod from Jackson led her eyelids to close again.

“My agent, Simon, waves at someone who passes us in the hallway. Then a flash hurts my eyes. I think it’s a photographer. Simon approaches him, scolds him I think then leaves me alone…and this part of the dream occurs over and over again…”

“Tell me.”

After a shaky breath, she said, “A masked figure in black appears in front of my dressing room door. I’m forced into a dark corridor…pushed down onto the floor…we struggle. His touch is angry but somehow…familiar. I try to scream…but…nothing.” She opened her eyes.

“Then what?”

“Then Jana Lane—the girl who swam the rapids, climbed Mt. Everest, parachuted from a plane to save the world from mad scientists in her movies—wept uncontrollably in a psychiatric hospital for nearly a year while the masked man got off free.”

“How do we know it was a man?”

She replayed her nightmare and came to a realization. “I guess we don’t.” Her eyes suddenly swam in tears. “Jackson, the years since I left Hollywood, I’ve been hiding. Housewife, mother, community fundraiser—they’re shields, so I don’t have to face an assault and breakdown from when I was eighteen years old…or face something worse.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand. “Maybe I should see a shrink again.”

Jackson diagnosed in his best German accent. “You don’t need a shrink. You have me.”

“I wish I had Brian, too.” She knew Jackson would understand.

Jackson helped her to her feet, and laid a pansy in the palm of her hand. “Brian will come around.”

“So will the F.D.R. Benefit,” she said, happy to change the subject. After a nervous glance at her watch, she added, “Let’s get to work.”

* * * *

The room was cold and full of ominous shadows. As the viewer waited in anticipation, the most famous child star in history filled the screen nearby.

Jana Lane, at eighteen in Sugar and Spice, was dressed in a canary and brown leather cowgirl suit and matching boots. With determination beaming from her face, she pushed a kidnapper off a cliff and lifted her little friend, Timmy, onto her horse. After she sped Timmy down the mountain to safety, her father—the sheriff—kissed her on the cheek and proudly presented her with an assistant sheriff’s badge. Jana remounted her horse, Ginger, and waved her cowgirl hat triumphantly as Ginger stood up tall on hind legs.

As Jana’s celluloid face filled the room, restless fingers lifted a glass of liquid and sent it crashing into orange droplets against the screen.

Eerie laughter transformed into a hushed voice. “It’s time to play again, Jana. The first time was sweet, but the second time will be so much sweeter!”


Joe Cosentino is the author of An Infatuation (Dreamspinner Press), Paper Doll, the first Jana Lane mystery (Whiskey Creek Press), Drama Queen, the first Nicky and Noah mystery (Lethe Press-releasing this summer), and The Nutcracker and the Mouse King (Eldridge Plays and Musicals). He has appeared in principal acting roles in film, television, and theatre, opposite stars such as Bruce Willis, Rosie O’Donnell, Nathan Lane, Holland Taylor, and Jason Robards. His one-act plays, Infatuation and Neighbor, were performed in New York City. He wrote The Perils of Pauline educational film (Prentice Hall Publishers). Joe is currently Head of the Department/Professor at a college in upstate New York, and is happily married. His upcoming novels are Porcelain Doll (the second Jana Lane mystery) and Drama Muscle (the second Nicky and Noah mystery). 

Find & Follow Joe Online:

Web site: http://www.JoeCosentino.weebly.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/JoeCosentinoauthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JoeCosen
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4071647.Joe_Cosentino
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00KRPXJP6


Apr 06

#Interview with Michele Fogal, #Author of "King of Rain"

Interview with Guest Author

Michele Fogal
stories and words to devour

Thank you for stopping over to visit, Michele. 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.

What makes your stories different from other authors out there?

Michele: There are lots of authors I consider mentors and influences but I do believe each writer offers a unique perspective. What I’m going for in my work is an exploration of the HOW of intimacy. How do people get close to each other? How do barriers form between people and how do we break them down? I don’t usually ‘fade to black’ in the bedroom, because I think there are often key moments there that map out how intimacy works. In short, I think my work offers a tangible, physical experience inside the head, and body of another person as they become drawn to someone, and get challenged to be more authentically themselves. Heh, that’s what I’m striving for anyway! :)

When did you first consider yourself an author?

Michele: It was long before my first publication, which I think is important. I saw this great speech by JK Rowling about her struggle to become an author and I could suddenly picture her, a single mother, very poor, and writing like crazy. I pictured her mapping out the rules for Quidditch and having her kids wake up and cry and thinking to herself, “What the hell am I doing? Who cares about any of this nonsense?” You know she must have had moments like that at some point, and with this outside objective perspective, I could clearly see that she was an author long before she published anything. Using her as my personal Champion really helped me with feeling like I had any dibs on a daunting title like ‘Author.’ You can see her speech and more about this here, if it’s of interest. http://michelefogal.com/jk-rowling-champion-failure/

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

Michele: I suffered from writer’s block for 10 years actually. It was horrid. I don’t recommend it. One key thing, was to recognize that my ‘critical voice’ (you know that little shite that whispers how pointless writing is and how bad you are at it) was the main problem. I deconstructed how this critic was sabotaging me and why, and then painstakingly restructured my creative process to compensate. I’m creating an e-course about it actually. Inquiries or comments on that are welcome on my blog here: http://michelefogal.com/category/writing-process/ 

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?

Michele: Great question! I’d have to say none at the moment, oddly enough. I have a lot of explicit scenes in my ‘delving into intimacy’ work, and I really like that the reader and the characters have the written word to connect them. Whenever you put actors into a sexually explicit picture, it opens this tiny space for worry. Are those actors ok with it? Do they feel pressured to accommodate the demands of the story or the director? This tiny window feels like it distances me from the story. With written words, we readers get the immediate experience of being inside a character’s experience without having to worry about another person acting as interface.

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?

Michele: Well, I am wondering what’s going to happen should any of my older family members read my books, especially this one, “King of Rain,” because it is very explicit and gritty on top of that. *Shrug* We’ll see what they have to say or if there are any of those lovely awkward silences! With some friends, they go like this, “I read your book.” Me, “Oh, great!” Awkward silence. Them, “It was… uhh, interesting.” That said, I’m very open about what I’m doing and my family has been curious and supportive. It’s sparked lots of interesting conversations.

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

Michele: Main Character? No, characters don’t work that way for me. They are more like collages of people. For example, Jer has the fierce strength and irreverence of my grandmother, but I couldn’t expect her to see that amidst all the other differences between them, even if she was still alive. Now that she’s on the other side, she’s probably nodding in satisfaction! 😀 I’d hate for someone I know to think that a character of mine was based on them, because, of course, no character could ever be vast enough to honour a real person. People are like universes – infinitely complex. We have to cut out so much to fit stories on pages.

Who is your favorite author and why?

Michele: Ack! So many! I’ve got a list on my Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8508392.Michele_Fogal but at the moment, I’m always looking forward to Amy Lane’s books. She handles intimacy in a way that I find really moving.

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

Michele: what are those boxers called that are made out of t-shirty material but have legs? Yeah, those!

LOL! Those are boxer-briefs and yes, very yum! Do you as an author concentrate on one genre? Or do you feel as though you should try to find your voice amongst the many and various genres?

Michele: I actually started out my writing career in poetry which is hilarious because I hate most poems. Then I did my degree in Creative Writing and tried out a lot of forms. I had a nagging yearning to write a novel and then when my 2nd child was gestating, he kicked my butt to get started. Not sure why he thought that was a good time, but ever since, I’ve been writing only novels. They started out as SF, but the romance element was too strong for standard SF guidelines and I had to stop and realize that I was really a love story writer at heart.

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

Michele: I’ve gotten caught up in a whirlwind of editing and now blog touring and sadly, have been neglecting the window inside my brain. Soon, I’ll sit back down at that window and see who’s demanding my attention the loudest. It could be my “up north” stories, or maybe the city novella I want to write, or maybe the SF series or the Steampunk series. There are lots of stories flashing by so it gets tricky to pick which one to work on next. That said, 95% of them are Male/Male, all of them are love stories and I hope to keep writing them until I die.

Thanks so much for having me Tempeste! Readers, here’s where to find out more about King of Rain http://michelefogal.com/tag/king-of-rain/ I’d love to hear from you if you want to reach out, or follow the rest of the blog tour. http://michelefogal.com/king-of-rain-updated-blog-tour-dates/

On that wonderful note, I thought I’d share a little about King of Rain and King of Snowflakes!

King of Rain

M/M New Adult BDSM Romance
Series: West Coast Boys, Book 2
Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: March 13, 2015
Length: Novel / 200 pages

Being uber-tall and broad made it easy for Logan to hide his sexuality and vulnerability behind armor made of strength, ambition, and emotional detachment. His mask of macho success is shattered when he discovers the friend he’s carried a secret torch for has a boyfriend, and everything he’s always wanted now belongs to someone else. Logan can’t pretend not to care anymore, as his rage erupts in a horrible act of revenge. It’s impossible to hide his demons, now that they’ve broken loose.

Since losing his sweet boyfriend, Jeremy’s loud and proud life of sex parties and clubbing feels empty. When he meets the dark and self-destructive Logan, Jeremy recognizes the demons he sees in Logan’s eyes. After all, he has plenty of his own.

Logan isn’t looking for love, he’s looking for punishment and release, but with Jeremy all three seem momentarily possible… until he learns his victim was Jeremy’s lost love. Logan doesn’t expect forgiveness and knows he doesn’t deserve a real life, but after a taste of intimate closeness, finding salvation alone will mean he has to change, or die trying.

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Genre: M/M New Adult Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson
Series: West Coast Boys, Book 1
Release Date: September 26, 2014

Grade twelve is flying by like a pride parade of gay freedom and love until Skyler finds his gorgeous downtown boyfriend cheating on him over Christmas break. The breakup leaves him raw and not up to ignoring the usual gay taunts from soccer star Ryan and his teammates.

When Skyler loses it, he’s surprised to find a straight jock like Ryan knows what it’s like to have your heart broken and what it’s like not to belong. Behind his cocky smile, Ryan is feeling hopeless about his grades, his chances of getting into university, and his lack of real friends.

When Ryan invites him on a family ski trip, Skyler thinks escaping the city will let him lick his very private wounds in peace. He doesn’t count on Ryan’s warmth and affection amid the grandiose snow-covered mountains with their wonderland white trees, or the magical way Ryan’s silky hair fills with perfect six-point snowflakes. He certainly doesn’t expect Ryan to have secrets of his own that could burn them both–or lead to Skyler’s first truly loving relationship.

Warning: this book contains sexual intimacy and is intended for an adult audience

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Michele Fogal is a Love Story Novelist, in both SF & M/M Romance, a mother, a story addict, an endless student and a drooling xenophile. She is the author of the West Coast Boys series, published by Dreamspinner Press.

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Apr 06

Day and Knight by Dirk Greyson Cover Reveal

Title: Day and Knight
Author: Dirk Greyson
Series: Day and Knight (Book 1)
Genre: M/M, Contemporary, Adventure
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: May 4 2015
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print
As former NSA, Dayton (Day) Ingram has national security
chops and now works as a technical analyst for Scorpion. He longs for field
work, and scuttling an attack gives his chance. He’s smart, multilingual, and a
technological wizard. But his opportunity comes with a hitch—a partner,
Knighton (Knight), who is a real mystery. Despite countless hours of research,
Day can find nothing on the agent, including his first name!
Former Marine Knight crawled into a bottle after losing his
family. After drying out, he’s offered one last chance: along with Day, stop a
terrorist threat from the Yucatan. To get there without drawing suspicion, Day
and Knight board a gay cruise, where the deeply closeted Day and equally
closeted Knight must pose as a couple. Tensions run high as Knight communicates
very little and Day bristles at Knight’s heavy-handed need for control.
But after drinking too much, Day and Knight wake up in bed.
Together. As they near their destination, they must learn to trust and rely on
each other to infiltrate the terrorist camp and neutralize the plot aimed at
the US’s technological infrastructure, if they hope to have a life after the
mission.  One that might include each
Dirk is very much an outside kind of man.  He loves travel and seeing new things.  Dirk worked in corporate America for way too long and now spends his days writing, gardening, and taking care of the home he shares with his partner of more than two decades.  He has a Master’s Degree and all the other accessories that go with a corporate job.  But he is most proud of the stories he tells and the life he’s built.  Dirk lives in Pennsylvania in a century old home and is blessed with an amazing circle of friends.  
Places to contact Dirk 

Mar 30

Interview with Guest Author Zathyn Priest

Interview with Guest Author
Zathyn Priest
Where imaginary friends – and enemies – dwell inside a never quiet mind.

Thank you for stopping over to visit, Zathyn. I loved meeting you at GRL last year! (Even though I don’t have a pic of Zathyn, he’s delish! Trust me Winking smile) 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.

You’re such a sweet and interesting person, thank you for agreeing to stop by today. (And for the special artwork you brought along with you.

Zathyn: Thank you for asking me to stop by today!

There’s so much that makes each author and voice unique, so I have to ask—what makes your stories different from other authors out there?

Zathyn: What makes my stories different? Hmm. I guess one common thread with my books is more plot less sex. Or, in some cases, no sex whatsoever. I’m not afraid to leave that aspect out if I don’t think it fits the story. I also like writing a broad range of themes, from comedy to hard-hitting angst, to thriller, and I currently have a sci-fi short story in the works, too. I’m also known for creating characters that aren’t perfect and are facing personal, mental, or physical challenges.

Unfortunately, another difference between me and most other authors is I’m not a prolific writer. I wish I could produce more books than I do, but that isn’t the case.

I love your characters and stories (and so will my readers when the get to the excerpt you’re sharing). When did you first consider yourself an author?

Zathyn: When The Curtis Reincarnation was published. Up until then, I was a writer working with a mentor to learn the craft. Once ‘Curtis’ was published, then everything changed. A writer writes, whether that be fiction or non-fiction. Whereas an author takes on the responsibilities of professionalism that comes with any job. That’s how I see it, and how I differentiate between the two.

What do you do when not writing? Who’s the man behind the books?

Zathyn: I’m also a digital artist, and own Scarlet Tie Designs. I design pre-made and custom cover art. I also sometimes work on custom art for clients, and sell my original artworks. Rather than work primarily with stock photo images, I use Daz Studio and Photoshop. When I’m not creating art for work or pleasure, I’m generally found scouring eBay for clothes, shoes, or makeup! I am an eBay junkie and not ashamed to admit it.

As for the man behind the books? I’m exactly the same in person as I am on FaceBook or Twitter. What you see is what you get. I’m a little freaky, a little eccentric, a little introverted, and a lot friendly!

LOL 😉 And a totally doll too! If your writing was translated, which would be your preference: TV, movie, play, or Broadway?

Zathyn: Movie. But, I would have to have complete say in who played the main characters, and oversee any changes in the script. In fact, I’d have to write the script. So, given that, they’d probably kick my arse out of Hollywood and brand me as being too difficult to work with.

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?

Zathyn: My family disowned me when I came out in the year 2000, and haven’t spoken to me since. So, given that, I really don’t give a rat’s arse what they think. The only one who did start talking to me is my mother and, again, I really don’t care what she thinks. Yes, she does know. Have I had a heart to heart with her about her ‘feelings’ about it? No. I never will, either.

Does that sound bitter? It does, doesn’t it? (lol) The truth is, I’m a grown man. I can do what I want, and I don’t feel I need to explain myself to anyone. At the end of the day, I go to sleep knowing I’m a good person, and that’s all that matters. What I write, and what I create in my artwork, is my choice and no one else’s. I do not need the permission or validation of family, friends, or a partner.

Sadly, that happens all to often. I ask the question, but my family sounds a bit like yours. Have you ever met someone in real life, or a stranger, that you turned into a MC?

Zathyn: I have, actually. Although, I didn’t actually meet him, I saw and heard him one day when I was at a shopping mall during the Christmas rush. He was the inspiration behind my short story The Statue. I wrote a dedication in the front of the book for him.

I dedicate this book to the beautiful young man I saw on Christmas Eve, who walked into a store of grumpy shoppers and inspired this story. You were the only person smiling, laughing, and having a good time. I listened to people’s underhanded comments referring to you as crazy. I couldn’t see crazy any more than I could see your friend. What I saw was adoration and love.

Wow! What a cool way to find your muse. Who is your favorite author and why?

Zathyn: I don’t have a favourite author. I read a lot, but I tend to mainly read non-fiction.

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

Zathyn: As I said before, I write across a wide range of genres. I’d get very bored if I didn’t. I get a story, or character, in my head, and it doesn’t matter to me what the setting or genre is. I’ll give it shot, even if I’ve never written it before. Like the sci-fi one I’m working on. Sure, it’s not full on sci-fi, like Star Wars or anything. But, still in that genre. Something I’ve had in my mind for a while and finally got around to starting.

I love writing different genres. It’s challenging, and pushes me outside my comfort zone. It’s a great way to keep learning, and that’s always important.

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

Zathyn: I’m working on a novel called Inside His Reflection. It’s about ¾ done, and I’m pushing myself to get it finished before GRL in October. One of the main characters, Elijah, is the most tortured character I’ve written. Considering how I like to torture my boys, that’s a big call! Thankfully, he has a wonderful man at his side to get him through to a HEA.

If all goes to plan, and I get the novel finished on time, I’d also like to have HAI-21 (The Sci-Fi short story) out before GRL, too. That one will definitely be self-published, because I intend for it to be a graphic novella with lots of cool sci-fi artwork.

That all sounds like more for me to have to read :) and your art is … *sigh* I’m not sure which character above I want to snuggle more lol. And I can’t wait to see you again at GRL!

AMARA: The Rebirth

M/M Erotic Paranormal Vampire
Publisher: MLR Press
Release Date: April 2014
Length: 90,000 words / Novel

Matthew and his husband, Dean, are slayers, trying to end the choke-hold Amara half-breed vampires have put on Nottingham City and kill the leader, Amdis. A diary supposedly written by legendary Emrys Amara is sent to them via the Royal Mail, yet they doubt an orphaned vampire could have survived the demise of his clan. Meeting Emrys proves them wrong. Matthew falls deeply; Dean’s jealousy takes a sinister turn. A chain of events involving werewolves, and kidnapped children, follows as Amdis teams up with another vampire clan.

Can Matthew and Emrys save the children while rebuilding the Amaras as the greatest vampire clan in history?

MLR Press

I pressed my hand to my jacket, feeling the comfort of a gun hidden in the inside pocket. A couple of quick bullets into the brain of a rogue vampire could paralyse them for about ten seconds. My trusty razor sharp switchblade and I could behead a vampire in fewer than five. Perhaps I was a little more nervous in this cemetery than I wanted to admit.

“Try behaving like a decent human being for a change, Dean.” I slipped my hand inside my jacket, curling my fingers around the gun handle. “Quit it with the insults.”

“I like you, Matthew.” The boy peered at me with a small smile. “You’re a nice man. I don’t like Dean, but I like you.”

“I’m shattered,” Dean snarled. “I don’t give a fuck whether you like me or not, Red.”

“You should,” the boy said. “I never forget those who are nice to me. I never forget those who aren’t.”

In the second it took for me to react, it was too late. All I saw was a streak of scarlet flash in front of my eyes. Dean’s shrieks pierced my ears. I stood in a catatonic state of shock, staring toward the church front where Emrys Amara swept Dean within a fractured moment. He had my partner in a headlock, arms pinned behind his back. Emrys’ fangs were bared, ready to sink into Dean’s neck.

Dean’s screams switched to gagging gasps. His throat compressed by Emrys’ forearm to the point it strangled the shrieks. White fangs remained bared when Emrys lifted his gaze to me. The speed in which he’d transformed and snatched Dean was mind blowing. It left me frozen on the spot. Emrys hadn’t followed through on the attack. Any other vampire would have killed Dean by either breaking his neck or plunging fangs deep into his jugular. Not for a second had I thought the unassuming redheaded boy sitting in the backseat of my car was Emrys Amara. I hadn’t said a word. Hadn’t moved one way or another. I stood frozen on the spot while Emrys and I played a game of who could out stare whom first.

“Shall I kill him?”

I had to think fast. Amaras weren’t murderers. At least they never used to be. I raised my hands in a show of peace. Making sure Emrys knew I wasn’t planning on peppering him with bullets, even though it would have been as useless as peppering him with spit balls. Not to mention how pissed off he’d have been if I resorted to firing a gun.

“As tempting as that sounds,” I replied. “I’d rather you didn’t.”

I’ll never forget the expression on Dean’s face when I gave my reply. I only saw it in a glance, but recalling it makes me smile. It was a mixture of fear, anger, and shock. As if he’d have killed me himself had he not been in a compromising position. Truth was there wasn’t anything I could do. If Emrys wanted to kill Dean, he would’ve. End of story. There was no miraculous anti-vampire mace in my pocket. All I had to save my husband were words and the hope Emrys hadn’t turned into a killer during the time he’d been without his clan.

“It would be my pleasure to do it. I’ll make it quick. For your sake, not his.”

He was toying with me. Like a tiger rolling around its enclosure with its much weaker handler. Vampires are not beautiful creatures. They’re not the romantic leading men or vixenish heroines of movies or books. Their white pallor, pale sunken eyes, and cold skin were not sexy. They look like walking corpses. But not Emrys. He looked like a delicate angel. His white complexion was like porcelain. His eyes were the palest shade of green. Long, dark scarlet hair fell around his shoulders. I’d never seen a more beautiful creature and, even while he braced for the kill, he took my breath away.

I kept my hands up and didn’t move closer. “I appreciate the offer,” I said. “Problem is, if you kill him, chances are the cops will think I did it.” I shrugged. “Even if they don’t think that, I’d have to pay for a funeral. It’d be easier on me if you let him go.”

I’ll also never forget the expression on Emrys’ face when I finished my plea. He gave me a crooked smile. Enough for me to see one of his fangs press into his bottom lip. I returned his small smile with one of my own. Relief flushed through my body. Until Emrys sank his teeth into Dean’s neck.

I heard another scream. Saw Dean’s legs kick out at random. I surged forward, then back, then forward again. Stunned, horrified, and helpless. It was all over in a few seconds. Dean fell to the ground, coughing and spluttering when Emrys released his grip. At this point I should’ve rushed to offer assistance. Should have run to my husband’s side, wrapped my arms around him, smothered him with kisses and words of comfort. I didn’t. I left him hunched on the ground while I watched Emrys approach. The bite was a dominance display. Never meant to kill. Meant to put the fear of God into Dean and, quite possibly, me at the same time. By the look of the wound on Dean’s neck, it wasn’t deep and not aimed at his jugular. Emrys hadn’t bothered sealing the evidence of what he’d done.

Just because Emrys released Dean didn’t mean I was willing to throw caution to the wind and trust him. After all, he’d bitten my partner. If you wanted to stay alive longer than a day or two in this business it paid to never let your guard down. Rule one: Never trust a vampire. Obviously Emrys wanted something. He hadn’t arranged this meeting in an effort to expand his social circle. As long as he believed we could give him what he wanted, we were relatively safe. I say relatively because… Rule one: Never trust a vampire.

“I’ll take your car keys,” Emrys held out his hand. “Hand them over, please.”

I did as asked, with duress.

“Thank you. My name is Emrys Amara.”

“I figured.” When I accepted an offered handshake his skin felt like warm satin sliding against my fingers. “Matthew Mitchell.”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean growled, staggering over, rubbing at his neck. “You bit me!”

“I beg your pardon?” Emrys turned, narrowed his eyes, and curled his lip. “If you speak to me from now on, you’ll do so with respect.”

Emrys had my keys. Soon he’d have my car. Very soon I could’ve been stuck in the middle of nowhere. “What do you want from us?”

“I want you to follow me to the car. You, Matthew, will sit in the front with me.” Cocking his head, Emrys glared at Dean. “You, bitch, get in the trunk.”

I wished I could say the same thing to Dean and get away with it.  ‘You, bitch, get in the trunk!’ I almost laughed, especially when Emrys snatched Dean by the collar and dragged him along the ground toward the car. I followed behind. I may sound heartless, and I’m willing to take that risk, but it looked funny. This tiny vampire, who I estimated stood about five foot four, dragging Dean with no more effort than it would take to drag a wet rag.

When we reached the car, Emrys opened the trunk and snapped his fingers. “Get in.”

“Matthew! Are you gonna stand there and let him get away with shoving me in the trunk?” Dean shook with humiliation, leaves and grass stuck in his hair, his hand to the bleeding wound on his neck. “I’ll suffocate in there.”

“With any luck.” The curl of Emrys’ top lip to show off fangs was enough inducement for Dean to obey. “Not a sound from you, got it? Not a murmur.”

“How far are we going?” I supposed I needed to say something to ensure Dean didn’t suffocate.

“Not far enough for him to die.” He closed the trunk. “Please, get in the car.”

Zathyn Priest is an Australian writer with severe vampiric tendencies. Absolutely convinced the sun could turn him to a pile of ash, Zathyn prefers to write under the cover of darkness. This serves two purposes, with the first being the afore mentioned sunlight danger, and the second being the fact that nighttime means no annoying phones ringing or people knocking at the door. Zathyn has written four published novels using this strange moonlight technique. AMARA: The Rebirth, The Curtis Reincarnation, The Slayer’s Apprentice, and Liquid Glass. He has also written three short fiction works. The Statue, Left of Centre, and One of Those Days. Zathyn lives with two greyhounds called Chrissy and Eldon, a cat called Fran, and a duck called Charlie.

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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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Website: www.ajmarcus.com

Email: andy@ajmarcus.com

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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 😀

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.

Find & Follow L.J. Online:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lj.labarthe.9
Twitter: @brbsiberia
Blog: http://misslj_author.livejournal.com/
Website: http://www.ljlabarthe.com/
Instagram: https://instagram.com/ljstar239/
Letterboxd: (If you’re interested in my ravings over films) http://letterboxd.com/Star239/


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