Mar 12

Guest Author Wednesdays ♥ Dianne Hartsock

Hello everyone! I’m ecstatic to have Romance Author Dianne Hartsock with me today. Please say hi and leave her a comment or two below.

After growing up in California and spending the first ten years of marriage in Colorado, I now live in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with my incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours I spend hunched over the keyboard letting my characters play.

I have to say, Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house while it pours rain outside, a fire crackles on the hearth inside, and a cup of hot coffee warms my hands which kindles my imagination.

The intricate and fragile nature of the mind is always fascinating. Having worked with the public through various careers I’ve come to respect the resilience and strength of the human spirit. I’m always trying to capture that spirit in my writing.

Currently, I work as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for me. When not writing, I can express myself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.

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Without Aiden

Is a gift of love enough to open Aiden’s heart and let Tris back in?

After the car accident that killed his parents and left his sister paralyzed, Tris is left with nothing. His family is destroyed. His reputation is shot. And all he has is the guilt of knowing it was all his fault. People in town know he’d been drinking that night, and know he should never have gotten behind the wheel. And even Aiden, the man he thought he’d be with forever, blames him too much to stay.

But Tris can’t let him just disappear. After months of loneliness and isolation, Tris brings Aiden a gift on his birthday, a hawk he’s carved from a chunk of wood they’d found in the forest during an afternoon of love. A small chink seems to open in Aiden’s heart, the first sign of forgiveness. With renewed hope, Tris takes a job renovating one of the older homes in town and tries to rebuild his life. But the townspeople have long memories, and when his sister’s condition worsens, forgiveness—and Aiden—seem to slip even further out of reach…

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Love is Love is…Love

 

Thank you so much for having me on you blog again, Tempeste! I’d like to talk a little today about that crazy little thing called Love. I’ve recently been asked by a fellow author to Beta Read her first attempt at an m/m erotic romance. Of course I felt flattered. There must be something about my own writing that she likes.

But I was also slightly panicked. This is an author whose work I admire asking for my input. What do I really know about love that might help her?

Last month I took part in the Love is Love Blog Hop given by Kool Queer Lit: http://www.koolqueerlit.com/p/february-2013.html where we discussed transgendered to gender fluid and all the fabulous forms in between that male love can take. (If you haven’t read any of the blog posts, you really should. Beautiful stuff, people!) I learned so much.

So okay, I read and write m/m, I do my research—an exciting adventure all on its own, I might add! But is this really enough to critique someone else’s view on Love?

And then I remembered a fact I’ve always known, but don’t always recall. Love is Love. It doesn’t matter what it looks like or how it expresses itself. But even a man for another man? A woman for a woman? Oh my yes! I’ve been married to the same gorgeous hunk of a man for twenty-six years now. But there have been several women in my life I’ve found just as devastatingly attractive. As they say, love knows no boundaries!

Okay, so I have experience and knowledge… Oh, and there’s a little place I run to whenever my characters want to jump in and do something I don’t know too much about. It’s the forum on the M/M Romance Group at GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/group/show/20149-m-m-romance Oh gosh! So fun and informative. I often get lost in there for hours and forget what I’d gone to check on in the first place!

Now, do I feel more confident about Beta Reading for my friend? I think so. When it comes to love I can tell her what feels right to me and what might seem forced or shallow. After all, we’re all human beings and can pretty much tell when someone’s faking it.

Well! I think I’ve rambled on quite enough. I hope your adventures in love are as exciting as mine have turned out to be. I’d like to leave you with a little snippet from my recently released m/m contemporary romance WITHOUT AIDEN where Tris has his own problems with love. Peace!

 

It had been three months. Aiden had to talk to him, give him a hint of that gorgeous smile he lived for. Shit. What if Aiden wasn’t alone?

Tris locked his bike at the empty stand and tucked wisps of light hair behind his ears with a shaky hand. Aiden’s red Fiat sat in its space outside his apartment door. At least he was home this morning. He could easily be spending his birthday with someone else.

Paling at the thought, Tris slung his pack on his shoulder and walked to the door. He had nothing to lose at this point. He didn’t expect much, but maybe they could talk. Clear the air. Tris missed him. God, he’d suffered hell. Months of empty days and long, achy nights without his lover.

He rapped on the door and his heart sank when he heard voices and a soft laugh inside. Jealousy bit through him, but he shoved it away. Didn’t matter. He’d brought Aiden a gift and he’d be damned if he was leaving without delivering it.

He lifted his hand, then dropped it to his side and laughed without humor. He’d worn his best jacket too. As if Aiden would be impressed with anything he did. He set the backpack at his feet and carefully removed the small tissue-wrapped box.

He hefted it in his hand, heavier than it looked, and gently stroked a thumb over it. Damn. All of his love and yearning had gone into this gift he’d promised Aiden on one of their hikes in the forest outside town. Tris’s breath quickened as he recalled the exact moment, Aiden naked and sweaty in his arms. He rolled to his back when Aiden nudged him with his elbow. “What…”

“Didn’t you feel that?” Aiden’s hand dove under the jackets they were lying on and came up with the offending knot of wood. He rubbed his side. “Bet I get a bruise.”

“ I’m sorry.” Tris reached for the chunk, but Aiden shrugged and tossed it with their backpacks.

“Make me something with it,”Aiden ordered. They both looked up at a piercing cry. A hawk swooped over the treetops. “Carve him for me.”

Tris glanced at his darling and his heart flipped over. Aiden’s dark hair stood in wild disarray around his beautiful face. Tris leaned close and sucked the beckoning full bottom lip into his mouth.

Aiden murmured approval and his tongue dove in, the silver ball in its center grazing the roof of Tris’s mouth, sending a shiver of lust through him. He gripped Aiden’s hair, holding him in place as their tongues twined and fenced.

Tris jolted back to the moment when the apartment door suddenly opened in his face. The blood rushed from his heart and roared in his ears. Aiden leaned against the door frame and Tris’s hungry gaze ran over his slim body, his mouth going dry at the soft line of curls disappearing into the tattered shorts sitting low on Aiden’s hips. He jerked his attention back to Aiden’s eyes, meeting his intense blue gaze.

Philip’s Watcher

Darkness is spreading in the world with only the powerful Agenor family to oppose it. In the guise of a stone gargoyle atop the castle walls, Adrian has protected Philip, the young heir, since birth, watching him grow from childhood into a strong but lonely man without love.

When the clan chief, Philip’s father, is murdered by those he trusted, Adrian resumes his human form to better protect his beloved Philip. And finds his love returned. As lovers, their passion is all-consuming, but as they fight against treachery from within, will their love be enough to stem the dark tide sweeping the land? And will it be enough to keep Adrian’s heart alive… .

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Wee Willie Winkie

Willie has met an old flame, but is he willing to give up the decadence of Boston society for the man he loves?

For the past three years William Wilkerson has led the life of the privileged rich. Head of his father’s shipping business, Willie indulges in the pleasures of Boston’s fine young men to his heart’s content. That is, until he meets Fredrick, the one man who has captured his heart, again.

As his former tutor, Fredrick has been declared off limits by William’s father. Fredrick also believes he’s beneath the attention of Wilkerson’s heir. Willie disagrees, but is he willing to throw away rank and privilege for the man he loves?

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    • Maria D. on March 13, 2013 at 7:26 am

    Good post! Thanks for the excerpt from “Without Aiden” – it sounds like a really good story

    1. Thanks for stopping in Maria!

  1. Thanks for having me on your lovely site, Tempeste! Looking forward to the release of your own stories. 🙂 Which reminds me, does anyone have a favorite romantic character to share with us? I’m always on the lookout for a new book to read!

  2. Great post, Dianne! You are so right, love is love. Period. Without Aiden seems very poignant–that blurb sells it so well. Sounds like a winner! Good luck!

    1. Hi Jenna! Haven’t seen you in a long time. Thanks for stoppy by. Glad you like the excerpt! 🙂

    • chickie434 on March 13, 2013 at 7:09 pm

    Thanks for stopping by Dianne, I love your books!

    1. Thanks, chickie!!

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