Thorny always finds the best stuff… Check out this great art video!
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This is just cool 8-)
What I really like about it is all the different techniques he uses to get the effects he wants. Scraping, splashing, blocking… I don’t know exactly what I think about while I’m painting, but I do have a plan before I start and a sketch to follow (most of the time). Looking at this, though, I have no idea what he’s thinking until look! there it is. Either he’s made a billion of these already — and who’s gonna know in a crowd like that — or he sees the final painting in his mind’s eye before he even starts. I like to imagine it’s the latter :)
And how crazy that he’s selling them for $20?! :?
James is part of the “Celebrating Artists” Spotlight over at Rainbow Gold Reviews today~ There’s even a giveaway, so stop by a great site and leave a note :c)
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When I thought about which books we could feature to celebrate artists, I immediately had the beautiful cover of “Designs of Desire” in mind. As a artist myself, I love to read about creative MCs and hope that we can introduce some of you to this author :) Comment on this post to win an e-copy of the book. Contest ends April 12th :)
Artist James Bryant has forearm crutches in every color from rainbow for fun to sleek black for business. He even has a pair with more paint splatters than metal. After his family’s rejection and abuse from a man he thought loved him, James only just gets through the day by painting. He lives in constant fear that he’s not worthy of anything, let alone love.
As CEO of his company, Carrington Enterprises, Seth Burns is a take-charge kind of guy, and he is instantly smitten…
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I want to thank Tempeste O’Reily for welcoming me to her blog. My name is Z. Allora. I write hot rockers (Made in China & The Dark Angels) and sexy zombies. I know what you’re thinking Zombies Suck… mine SWALLOW.
by Z. Allora
Club Zombie, book 2
M/M, M/M/M+, Paranormal, Romance
Zombies aren’t scary, undead corpses searching for brains. They are just sweet guys seeking male essence to survive. At twenty-three the transition completes, keeping them forever young—as long as they receive male ejaculate. Club Zombie offers a haven for zombies, providing sexy ways to extract what they need from the patrons, and opportunity to find their destined mate.
Alex Waterman learned from an early age to believe he was vile, and to feel ashamed of his “unnatural desires”. His life is a desolate place of suffering until he discovers… it’s not his life. Suddenly he’s swept away to Club Zombie, where he belongs. In this world, his desires aren’t evil, they’re a mark of the dominant he’s born to be, and instead of fear and loathing, he receives appreciative stares and aggressive flirting. But casual sex isn’t on the menu: Alex seeks “the one” to complete the piece of his soul he never knew he was missing until he looked for it.
Roommate Ulrich calls to Alex, a self-destructive Cutter who needs grounding, and an element of irresistible danger that clings to bad boy Storm. Alex must decide between three tempting possibilities, but which one will fill his void? Maybe he should keep them all… Only, how is a dominant, orgasm-fearing virgin going to manage three virile men?
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How are my zombies different from other zombies?
1) Mine SWALLOW…
2)They’re hot and sexy.
3)They don’t need brains to survive they need ejaculate.
4) They’re seeking a mate which they can tell by their reaction to their male essence.
5) They begin their transition at nineteen and it continues until they are twenty-three.
6) They stop aging at twenty-three.
7) If they don’t find their mate by twenty-three they lose the ability to orgasm. (Although they continue to need male essence).
What is Club Zombie?
Club Zombie was set up so the zombies could get what they need in a safe environment… the patrons of Club Zombie don’t question how “lucky” they get when finding such orally fixated men. There are various ways in which to indulge in the pleasing young men of Club Zombie:
The Shoe Shine Room (depicted on the cover of Zombies Ahead)
Extraction Room (depicted on the cover of Zombies Suck)
BJ alley (do you need a description?)
BDSM Behind the Red Door (ditto)
These rooms and cozy spaces allow the zombies to survive.
by Z. Allora
Club Zombie, book 1
Zombies Ahead? Well, these zombies give head to survive. Club Zombie is a safe place for new zombies to transition and it provides a sexy environment for them to seek a mate while extracting from patrons the "male essence" that keeps the boys eternally hot.
New zombie Kai Bauer won’t turn into a rotting, brain-devouring monster, but that’s not much comfort when he discovers unmated zombies lose their ability to orgasm. He doesn’t know how he’ll bring himself to ingest medicine, let alone take a male mate…until he moves in with Jasper, a hot ex-priest who makes Kai crave just that.
Z. Allora recently repatriated to the South of the USA after a six year stint in China. (Talk about culture shock!) She feels it is her duty to help educate against intolerance, that is, when she’s not too busy hiding under her blankets typing out stories about wicked, beautiful boys doing wicked, beautiful things to each other. She will never grow old because she refuses to grow up, perhaps the most valuable lesson she learned in her years of globetrotting with her one true love.
by Andrea Speed
Sequel to Infected: Lesser Evils
Infected: Book Seven
Cover by Anne Cain
M/M, Shifter, Mystery/Suspense, Paranormal
June 14, 2013
In a world where a werecat virus has changed society, Roan McKichan, a born infected and ex-cop, works as a private detective trying to solve crimes involving other infecteds.
Now Roan is locked in a coma as the struggle between his human and werecat sides reaches a new extreme. All Dylan can do is sit, wait, and think.
Meanwhile, Roan’s assistant, Holden, wants to shed his old street life and his relationship with Scott, but he can’t seem to do either. Holden doesn’t want a relationship with Scott but finds himself drawn to him all the same, even if he can never fully reveal his past.
With Roan out of commission, Holden looks into the murder of an old friend. At the same time, Fiona takes on a case about underground death matches between infecteds —one with connections to the Church of the Divine Transformation.
Finally Roan wakes only to discover that his shifts have new consequences. His lion’s strength is growing, and he can’t hide from it any longer….
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THINGS could be weirder, but Holden was kind of glad they weren’t because he thought his head might explode.
When he arrived at the hospital with Scott, they found Dylan looking like he hadn’t slept for days (possible) and so weary he didn’t even comment on the fact that they had arrived together. When he told them the lion had woken up but Roan hadn’t yet, Holden understood why he looked so tired and frazzled. What did that mean, exactly? Dylan was afraid it meant something went wrong during the surgery, but Holden had another idea, one that made him angry enough to want to go into the room and punch Roan.
Roan was hiding. The fucker had just given up. He decided he didn’t like what he was anymore and shut down, letting the lion run amok. Holden pulled Scott aside and whispered to him to keep Dylan company while he went and visited Roan. Scott obviously had questions, but Holden asked him to trust him, and he agreed.
Scott poured on the charm and got Dylan to agree to go have a decent cup of tea with him (there was a Starbucks down the street—of course there was as it was a law in Washington State you could be no more than five minutes away from one at any time). As soon as they were gone, Holden snuck into Roan’s room. (He wasn’t 100 percent sure anyone was supposed to be in there, so he wanted to avoid being intercepted by an overzealous nurse.)
There were signs Dylan had been sleeping here, from the cot in the corner covered with blankets to the sketchbook sitting on the floor beside it, the front smeared with charcoal. Roan was laying in his hospital bed, out cold, surrounded by all his bleeping machines, not perfectly bald but almost, his head covered with a rusty-red fuzz like dried blood. He looked more human with his hair trimmed back so violently, but that was a funny thing to think because he hardly looked inhuman with it.
Whatever. It didn’t really matter now anyway. He took a deep breath, gave himself a moment to feel awkward about talking to an unconscious man, and got down to business. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing, Roan? Really? What kind of an asshole do you take me for? I don’t really care if you give up and hide behind the lion all day long—that’s your choice—but I hope you rot on the guilt of what you’re doing to Dylan and every other one of us stupid motherfuckers who care about you. And don’t think I’m picking up your slack, ’cause fuck you, I have my own life to lead, and I’m not a detective. You are, so wake the fuck up and get on with it. You wanna feel sorry for yourself? Fine, but do it at home like the rest of us.”
He started walking away, but he was angry now and realized he had more to say, so he turned back. “You think I haven’t just wanted to give up and die? I have, millions of times, but then I remember my parents, the violent johns, the evangelicals who would like to kill all the gays, and I realize I have to live if only to piss them off. That’s what you have to do too. You have to live to piss off all the infected haters out there, fight back for those who can’t. And do it fast ’cause I’m on the verge of beating the shit out of you. Especially since you’re in no position to fight back. It’s the safest time to beat you senseless.” Of course he couldn’t actually hit him because it would be just his luck to hit him and bring the lion lunging out at him. He’d be the first man mauled to death by a lion in human form. He’d get a posthumous place in theGuinness Book of World Records.
This time he did walk away, but he decided to put a final boot in Roan’s ribs before he went. “Oh, and I think Scott and I are dating now, or something like that. I dunno; I don’t really do relationships. You want any more details, you’re gonna hafta wake up and ask. Chew on that for a while.” On the back of everything else, it was weak, but it was the only ammo he had left.
Dylan and Scott weren’t yet back from the Starbucks, so he went to join them. Scott had convinced Dylan to share a brownie with him, and when Holden joined them at the table, Scott broke off a piece of his brownie and gave it to him. “Watchin’ my carbs,” he said, in such a manner that Holden knew this was his way of getting Dylan to eat something. Holden played along because Dylan looked so exhausted, not just physically but emotionally and probably mentally. As much fun as Roan probably was in bed, the agony of being his husband surely wasn’t worth it. He was lightning, and in his shadow, all you got was burned.
Scott tried to get Dylan to go with them to the Del Toro film festival, but while Dylan was a fan, he felt he had to return to the hospital. It was like watching the poor son of a bitch slink off to his own execution, and Holden felt bad for him. He knew Dylan didn’t trust him, but he couldn’t really blame him. He couldn’t define his relationship with Roan in any way; it wasn’t an affair, but he knew a side of Roan that Dylan really didn’t, so in a way it was. Dylan married Bruce Wayne, but he didn’t know a single thing about Batman.
Oh fuck—bad metaphor. That made him Robin. So, Hulk and… no. Iron Man? No. Wolverine? No. Goddamn it, didn’t any other superhero have a sidekick?
Andrea Speed was born looking for trouble in some hot month without an R in it. While succeeding in finding Trouble, she has also been found by its twin brother, Clean Up, and is now on the run, wanted for the murder of a mop and a really cute, innocent bucket that was only one day away from retirement. (I was framed, I tell you – framed!)
In her spare time, she arms lemurs in preparation for the upcoming war against the Mole Men. Viva la revolution!
CR Guiliano is an avid reader, which logically morphed into the love of writing. She writes in many genres, but is most happy writing the love between two men (or more!). She makes them work hard for their HEA and considers herself an expert in angst. CR finds her favorite form of writing is in serials, where she can continue to write about characters who have captured her heart and she hopes to have captured her readers’ as well.
You will usually find CR cuddled up to her laptop creating stories to entertain, inspire, and bring your emotions to the surface. CR has a huge warren of plot bunnies that is growing every day, and can’t wait to fill out each story idea and share them all with her readers.
CR was proudly nominated in the Goodreads Best Anthology Nominations and was thrilled to be included with the many talented writers from the same anthology.
CR is a committed advocate for the GLBTQ community and does her best to change society’s attitudes, one mind at a time. You can learn more about CR Guiliano and her stories at the following locations, and feel free to drop her line as she loves to hear from anyone interested in her or her writings:
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I have always dreamed of being a published writer. To write full time and make a living at it. I was never able to realize that dream until recently. Now, I sit in my pajamas, coffee by my side, and write. Unless I have errands for real life, I write. All day, I write. And I couldn’t be happier.
Now, don’t get me wrong, being an author is a very lonely career. You are more inside your own head, than you are relating to other people. But, I’ve been inside my own head since I was a child. Creating my own worlds, interacting with characters I conjure up and direct.
I don’t know about other authors, but to me, whose life is out of control most of the time, the control you have on your imaginary places and people is very important to you. I decide everything. It’s a heady experience. And, if you have a very active imagination like I do, it’s very rewarding too.
You see on paper (or computer/Kindle/Nook/etc.) your story, your characters that you made up. There is no feeling like it.
Now that I have realized that dream, to be a published author, my only other dream regarding my writing is to be one of those authors that readers consider their “comfort read”. Years from now, I want to be that author that has readers picking up her books over and over again, because they connect with the stories, with the characters. That would be my ultimate dream.
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Graham and Jeremy’s first meeting sparks an explosive and passionate relationship that proves opposites attract. However, as time wears on, their differences cause a lot of strain between them.
Jeremy, a first grade teacher and softball coach, is deeply closeted and sees no way out of the darkness. Graham is out and proud and doesn’t understand Jeremy’s fear at revealing his sexuality. After four years of trying to balance the differences, Graham leaves.
Jeremy is heartbroken, knowing that the love they feel is the real thing. He knows he’s the one who needs to change, but old habits are hard to break. He’ll need support from friends and family to make things right with Graham, but most of all he’ll need to find strength within himself to be honest about who he really is.
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