Friday, 19 September 2014

A Thought Needing An Answer

Do you guys like newsletters from authors?
If you do, what do you like about them?
When you get an author newsletter, what do you expect from them?
Just updates about their WIPs
Excerpts from new, or working on
Or is there more to it than that
Interviews with characters,
Shorts from series
Anything I’m missing?
Anything that matters at all, I know I’m new maybe it doesn’t matter for me at the moment but it’s a thought as I’ve been adding more people on faecbook and I’ve noticed a few people talking about newsletter. I don’t get them (hm…maybe I should) because, well, I just don’t see the point. But is it something people like? Is it what you expect from an author?
Anyway, input is what I’m looking for, do you like them, or just the freebees you get from then? Would you be interested in me creating one, or something of that sort?

Thursday, 18 September 2014

From the Backlist #3

The books that were forgotten in the rush of all things new, or just weren’t loved on as much as they should have been, these are our genre’s backlist, maybe you’ll find something old to love like it’s new

Scars by Lynley Wayne
First Published 14th September 2012 by MLR Press
Contemporary Romance

Jace, an injured ex-soldier suffering from PTSD, saves Nathaniel, a nineteen-year-old street kid, from a beating. In doing so, he has no way of knowing that he will find his own salvation.
Jace came home from the war scarred in more ways than one. The physical scars that he carries are nothing compared to the mental ones. Struggling with PTSD, he has closed himself off from the rest of the world. The last thing that he ever thought to do was fall in love... Nathaniel has lived on the streets since he was thirteen. When he wakes up in a strange apartment after being badly beaten, he has no idea how he got there. Little does he know that his rescuer, the large man with scars crisscrossing his face, could hold the key to healing the scars that they both have

Gasping, Jace sat up in bed. Rivulets of sweat ran down his back, making him shiver in the cool air of the apartment. His heart was pounding and his whole body shook with a combination of fatigue, adrenaline, and fear.

The sounds of gunfire echoed in his head, accompanied by screams of pain. He could still hear the sirens going off in the distance, even if they weren't real. It was a familiar soundtrack that played on a continuous loop in his head, making it hard to break away from the nightmare. Because unlike most bad dreams, at one time his had been real. No matter how hard he fought in his dreams, he never could change the outcome. He couldn't save his friends.

He concentrated on the texture of the cotton sheets against his skin, trying to ground himself in the here and now. This…this was real, not the nightmare- at least not anymore. Even as he told himself that, he could taste the grit of sand in his mouth, feel the arid desert wind on his skin, and smell the scent of gunpowder heavy in the air.

He was the sole survivor. The only one to make it back alive. He'd beaten the odds and now every day was a reminder of what he'd lost and what he'd never be again.

Six months. That was how long he'd been stateside. For six months he'd been poked and prodded by doctors in every way imaginable. His shrink assured him his nightmares were normal for someone who had suffered the trauma he had. With enough time and hard work, she believed they would eventually go away. He wasn't so sure. After all, he knew plenty of guys from Vietnam who still suffered flashbacks. It didn't give him much hope of someday being normal, whatever that meant.

Untangling himself from the covers, Jace climbed out of bed. He wasn't going to be getting any more sleep tonight. As it was, he was lucky if he got more than a few hours.

After using the bathroom, he pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt, grabbed his wallet, and headed to the kitchen, where he stood looking out the window, lost in thought, while he waited for his coffee to brew. The streets were quiet this early, or this late, however you chose to look at it. He'd been living in this apartment since his release four months ago. Every day he had some form of therapy and his place was within walking distance of the hospital.

As much as he hated living in a city, he wasn't ready to face his family. He hadn't even told them he was stateside. He knew if they found out there'd be no stopping them from coming to see him. For now it was better to let them think he was still in Germany.

Both his therapist, Dr. Summers, and Landon, a nurse he'd become friends with, had been trying to convince him to tell his family the truth. While he knew he should, he was afraid of how they would react to seeing his injuries. It was hard enough having strangers gasp and stare, but he didn't think he could handle it if his family reacted the same way. He knew what he looked liked. He looked like a monster now. Parents had actually pulled their children out of his path when he was walking down the street. He'd heard their whispered comments. Having his family look at him as if he were a freak… It would break something in him. Something he wasn't sure could ever be fixed.

He used to be a fairly good looking guy. In high school he'd never had to work very hard to get a date. Girls had loved him. Hell, he'd even had a few guys hit on him. On more than one occasion he'd used his looks to his advantage. Those days were long over with. Now, it was all he could do to get most people to make eye contact with him.

The hardest part was that sometimes he would forget. Then it was like the first time all over again. He would relive the disbelief, the horror, the anger- all of it.

When he'd first woken up in the hospital, he'd known something was wrong. The thick bandages covering his face had been the first clue of how bad it was. The second came when no one would let him near a mirror until after he'd talked to a shrink. By the time he was allowed to see the damage, the stitches had been removed and the skin was all pink and shiny new.

Staring into that mirror, all he could think was that he looked like some mad scientist had sewn him back together, piece by jagged piece. The doctors said the scars would fade over time and become less noticeable. Not that it would really matter.

He let out a bitter laugh as he looked at his reflection in the glass. "Well, at least I will still turn heads."

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Blurbs & Cover Reveals

Here’s the official news, I have two stories coming out in the next couple of months, and one of them I’m excited about, the other I just can’t wait for what people think.
Anyway, this is because I finally have the blurbs and thought you’d like to see them (aka couldn’t keep them to myself anymore)
 (November #1) – Release day: 1st of November 2014
When everything Paul had ever known turned upside down, suddenly he needs to man up and fight for the love he’s always feared.
Paul’s life was set. He had what he needed and what he was comfortable with. Then a night with one of his regular lovers pulls him into the drama of sickness, love, and death.
In the end, Paul needs to work a few things out first: Is he strong enough to fall in love with a man that may need more than he’s able to give, or will he fall into old habits and run when the relationship gets too complicated?
All profits through the month of November will be going to the Movember charty
Release day: (tentative) mid-October 2014
You always say you’d stand and fight, but when you witness the death of your loved ones, are you sure your feet won’t take off and lead you on a merry-go-round?
Witnessing the murder of my family had me on the run. I didn’t know where I was going, or why I was left standing, but that didn’t stop my flight instinct from kicking in. I ran, screaming, but he found me, and now I’m trapped in a hotel with a madman. What does he want from me and am I going to survive long enough to find out?
Soo… what do you think?

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Cover Beauty #4

Art sells the book; it’s the first thing we see, and some we’ll buy just from appeal.

“I loved this cover from the moment I saw it. It just steals the show a little, I think, and tells you’re a bit about the story along the way.”

Artist Kellie Dennis
Paint the Sky by Lily G Blunt

Monday, 15 September 2014

12 Manga/Graphic Novels

At least the groupings, right, I’ve read more than 12 of them, but here’s a highlight of my top twelve favs (from what I have read).

In no particular order:

Sunday, 14 September 2014

Saturday, 13 September 2014

#MySexySaturday (9)

It’s week 59!!! and for you lovely people we are going into fighting for the ones you want. Kinda the opposite to the movie “He’s Not That Into You.” or maybe we want to see the over the top characters who are over the top about each other, regardless of the situation. the ones who can’t keep their hands off each other. The ones you know will we sitting on the park bench feeding the ducks well into the years the dusty years.

We are looking at the characters who’d die for each other, they are just that into their partner.

I’m again at a loss, I’m not sure if it’s because I just don’t want to see my characters like that, or if I just don’t have any over the top, but for me Phil and Craig come close. Craig left his life as a hunter, his father—everything he ever knew to be with Phil, a werewolf, someone he should have killed on sight.

Only he didn’t, he fell in love, and there isn’t anything either of them wouldn’t do for the other. the scene I’ve choice is one of the sappiest things I’ve ever written, and I thought it might reflect that love even as the rest of the book hold true to the fight to keep on another.
“Wha’cha doin’?”
“Moving over so you can lie with me,” Phil puffed as he kept on with the struggling.
A startled gasp came from him when he suddenly shifted until his shoulder crunched up against the wall next to his bed. The mattress shifted and the blankets pulled a little as Craig got comfortable on his side facing Phil.
The heat from Craig’s body made Phil tingle all over as naked legs brushed together. His breath hitched as Craig laid his hand on Phil’s belly, his fingers sprayed out, touching the skin underneath it. Phil shifted, getting comfortable, his hip brushing the cloth covering Craig’s dick. He moaned deep in his throat and held completely still as he felt it hardening.
“You’re not well enough,” Craig whispered as Phil’s fingers went into his hair and awkwardly moved his face closer to that they could kiss.
“It’s just a kiss.”
Craig laughed softly.
Phil could feel his lips—they were that close.
“There’s nothing just about a kiss with you, love.”
Some quick pimping…