Saturday 30 August 2014

Beneath The Stain Blog Tour




Beneath The Stain
by Amy Lane

Blurb: 
In a town as small as Tyson, CA, everybody knew the four brothers with the four different fathers-- and their penchant for making good music when they weren't getting into trouble. For Mackey Sanders, playing in Outbreak Monkey with his brothers and their friends—especially Grant Adams--made Tyson bearable. But Grant has plans for getting Mackey and the Sanders boys out of Tyson, even if that means staying behind.

Between the heartbreak of leaving Grant and the terrifying, glamorous life of rock stardom, Mackey is adrift and sinking fast. When he's hit rock bottom, Trav Ford shows up, courtesy of their record company and a producer who wants to see what Mackey can do if he doesn't flame out first. But cleaning up his act means coming clean about Grant, and that's not easy to do or say. Mackey might make it with Trav's help--but Trav's not sure he's going to survive falling in love with Mackey.

Mackey James Sanders comes with a whole lot of messy, painful baggage, and law-and-order Trav doesn't do messy or painful. And just when Trav thinks they may have mastered every demon in Mackey's past, the biggest, baddest demon of all comes knocking.




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Release Date:
August 29, 2014


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Excerpt

You Can’t Always Get What You Want
... from the Mighty Hunter Gazette— April 20

And special news, our very own homegrown band, Outbreak Monkey, will be performing a six- song set between D.J. Boomer’s dance music at the Graham Winters High School prom. The band, headed by McKay “Mackey” Sanders on lead vocals, Jeff Sanders on bass and their brother Kell Sanders on lead guitar, also features Grant Adams on second lead and Stevie Harris on drum set. All members are Graham Winters High School students and we are proud to have them play!

THE FIRST time McKay Sanders kissed his brother’s best friend, Grant, they were getting high in a burned-out car in the field behind Mackey’s apartment building. Kellogg, who looked old enough to buy even though he’d just turned eighteen, had spent ten dollars the brothers didn't have on cheap Muscat. By the time Grant—whose father had money—brought out the pot, Kellogg, Jefferson, and Stevie were passed out on the old camp blanket Stevie had brought from his dad’s garage.

It was a celebration, of sorts, for landing the prom gig.

The older kids had hogged all the Muscat, though, and Mackey felt left out. Kellogg kept saying it wasn't right to get his little brother drunk, and Mackey kept saying it wasn't right to drink in front of him, but by the time Kellogg was too drunk to argue, there wasn't any wine left.
Jefferson and Stevie had finished off the other bottle all by themselves—just sitting quietly, not making any waves like they usually did, passing the bottle between them.

“Boy, you two argue a lot,” Grant said after Kell let out a gut-buster of a yawn and fell asleep quick as a baby.

Mackey grunted and prodded at his older brother with his toe. The three brothers present looked nothing alike. Kell was built like a tank, with rounded shoulders, a brown-eyed glare, and plain brown hair that he buzz- cut short to his scalp. He was like born practicality, which was why hoarding the wine rankled Mackey so badly. An expenditure like that wasn't going to happen again.

“He gets mad,” Mackey said, letting out a sigh. He slouched back inside the shelter of the car, peering through the doorframe at the iron gray sky. “He’s the one who takes care of us, you know? But not in the band.”

It was true.

Kell could play guitar ably enough, but Mackey....

“You can play everything,” Grant said with admiration. “You’re the one who puts the songs together, figures out who should be playing what. And the shit you write on your own....”

Mackey smiled at him a little shyly. Grant had the most interesting face, with a long, straight nose, full pink lips, and almond-shaped hazel eyes. When Grant looked at him with admiration, it stopped his breath and pulled rubber bands in his stomach. “I just....” He stopped because Grant was reaching into his pocket, and he pulled out a baggie full of weed and papers. “Ooh....”

Grant looked down at the other three, who were sleeping soundly in the late afternoon chill. “I was gonna share,” he said mischievously, “but Kell was a dick about the wine, so I thought you and me?” Mackey nodded, captivated by the thrill of the forbidden—and by the way that cherry-ripe mouth pulled up at the corners when Grant smiled.

“I've never, uhm....”

Grant shrugged. “Me and Kell do sometimes. But, you know, Kell’s usually a good guy.”

Mackey reflected on his sleeping brother. Kell was a good guy. For example, Mackey had a confused memory of their youngest brother Cheever’s dad, the one dad they thought would stick around beyond giving the baby a first name. Cheever’s dad hadn't been very patient, and he’d hated Mackey. Well, Mackey was sort of a smartass. He’d probably had that fist coming. But that hadn't stopped Kell from stepping up and hitting Enos Cheever right back. Mackey and Kell had both needed stitches after that, but their mom had kicked Enos Cheever out—child support or no child support. That was okay. Kell and Jeff had been almost old enough to work by then. They’d only needed assistance for a couple of months.

“He doesn't like it that I can boss him around,” Mackey said glumly. “He... he’s the leader, right? But... but I hear the music, and it just makes sense, you know? And... and you can’t do it wrong just ’cause it’ll hurt Kell’s feelings. It’s augh!” He was waving his hands around, trying to find words, which was funny, because Mackey actually wrote songs. He closed his eyes, ignoring Grant rolling a number, and tried to make a song out of it.

“He wants to keep me happy and he wants to keep me fed, he makes sure that I've got blankets and a place to sleep in a bed, but the music in my heart is like a freight train. It goes and it goes and when I stop it, it’s like pain, but my brother doesn't see it doesn't hear it doesn't feel it, and all there is to do is shove him out of the way. Don’t want to hit my brother with the freight train.”

Mackey’s eyes smarted, because the friction with Kell hurt. They were tight. They had to be tight, because Tyson, California, had a population of ten thousand, and it was a small enough town that the woman with the four sons and four fathers was sort of famous. They had to have each other’s backs or Cheever wouldn't have survived kindergarten.

Mackey blinked and took a deep breath, then coughed.

Damn, pot was strong.

He gazed at Grant, who was staring back in awe over the glowing ember of the joint. Grant held the smoke for a minute and exhaled,shaking his head. “God, it’s gorgeous when you do that,” he said, his voice choked.

“Do what?” Mackey asked, not able to stop staring at him.

“Pull music out of the air,” Grant said, the dreamy smile on his full lips maybe a side effect of the pot, but maybe not. Grant was sitting in the back of the car, his feet at the foot of the blanket the others were sleeping on. He passed Mackey the doobie around the doorframe, and Mackey regarded the joint with a little bit of fear.

“Just inhale?” he asked nervously, and Grant grinned.

“Never done this before?” he confirmed, taking the doobie back.

Mackey shook his head, knowing his face was flushing in spite of the iron mountain chill.

“Here,” Grant murmured, taking another hit. He stood up, still holding the smoke in his lungs, and knelt in front of Mackey, so close their lips almost brushed. Mackey’s mouth fell open, because, holy God, Grant was right there, and Mackey had been trying not to look at him like he had wanted him right there since he was twelve years old.

Grant took his open mouth for invitation and exhaled, right between Mackey’s parted lips.

Mackey’s inhale was so gentle, the smoke hardly tickled. He didn't choke or cough like he’d seen other people do, just breathed in subtle-like, afraid to startle Grant or make him move in any way. His exhale was even quieter, letting the smoke trickle out through his lips and his nose, where it stung.

He swallowed, his mouth dry from the smoke and from the way Grant was staring at him, seemingly as mesmerized as he was by those golden eyes and moist red mouth. “How’s Sam?” he asked, because Samantha Peters had been Grant’s shadow for the past year.

“Not here,” Grant whispered, and the movement made their lips touch.

Mackey closed his eyes, because Grant started this, and Mackey was fourteen to his seventeen. Grant would know what to do.

Grant’s lips on his were whisper-soft, then angel-soft, then Grant’s tongue swept into his mouth, acrid with the bitter taste of weed, but something in it was sweet. Something in it made Mackey open his mouth to beg for more.

Grant took advantage, pushing him back against the seat, taking his mouth more, and more and more, until Mackey was pressed against the burned-out seat frame, his hands buried in the thick top strip of Grant’s hair, his lips being bruised and his mouth plundered by his brother’s best friend.

The smell of pot smoke sharpened, turned plastic, and Grant jerked his head back.

“Shit,” he muttered. The joint had fallen onto the blanket at their feet, and he spent a moment stomping it out as it smoldered. When he’d killed the ember, he glanced at Mackey sheepishly.
“Got lost in your eyes,” he said, and Mackey watched curiously as two red crescents surfaced on his sharp cheekbones, like disappearing ink coming to life.

“I could get lost in you a lot,” Mackey confessed, feeling brave and bold, and Grant found something to look at far away.

“Mackey, maybe don’t count on me like that, okay?”

Mackey had to search far away too. Well, of course, right? Two guys get high and they do something crazy—didn't mean shit, did it.

Didn’t mean a goddamned thing. “Yeah, well. You know. Strong weed, right?”

“Yeah,” Grant murmured. “Strong.” His hand was firm on Mackey’s shoulder then, and Mackey closed his eyes as he felt the rasp of Grant’s chilled palm against his cheek. “Stronger’n shame.”

Mackey had to. Had to see his face.

Grant was blinking hard, and they both knew he’d deny it, but one hit of pot didn't give you eyeballs that red.

At their feet, Kell gave a moan and rolled over, and that was the cue for everyone to wake up. They were headachy and sick, and it was lucky Grant had brought a six-pack of water, of all things, so they could at least rinse out their mouths after they puked.

Grant had driven them out to the vacant field in his mom’s minivan, and later that evening, he stopped and let them run inside the grocery store to buy noodles and spaghetti sauce for dinner. They’d promised their mom they’d take care of groceries if she let them get away with not watching Cheever for the afternoon. When they got to the Sanders boys’ apartment complex, Grant and Kell were giving each other shit in the front seat. Mackey stared out the window and let their banter wash over him, just like he ignored Jefferson and Stevie talking in quiet undertones about comic books and naked girl pictures. Jeff and Kell had best friends. Mackey had brothers—six of them, if he counted Cheever’s little friend Kevin, which he did.

“So, is Sam excited you get to play at the prom?” Kell asked, laughing.

“Yeah,” Grant said. For a moment, he caught Mackey’s gaze in the rearview, and then he glanced back toward the road. “She wants to dress pretty and dance with me in a suit.”

Mackey didn't make a noise or anything, but suddenly he knew, knew like it had been branded on his skin, that Grant didn't want to dance with a girl in a dress. And that it would hurt worse than orange juice on chapped lips, but Mackey was going to have to watch him do it. 

About The Author
Amy Lane has four children, two cats, a love starved Chi-who-what, a crumbling mortgage and an indulgent spouse. She also has too damned much yarn, a penchant for action adventure movies, and a need to know that somewhere in all the pain is a story of Wuv, Twu Wuv, which she continues to believe in to this day! She writes fantasy, urban fantasy, and m/m romance--and if you give her enough diet coke and chocolate, she'll bore you to tears with why those three genres go together. She'll also tell you that sacrifices, large and small, are worth the urge to write.
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#MySexySaturday (7)


It’s week 57th at My Sexy Saturday, and this week we’re traveling the universe for si-fi romance and any subgenre. You want to check out more, along with the rules (still the number 7 game) and who else has joined in, just click here

The thing is I’ve only ever written on thing that could come somewhat close, and it was a quick blog story that I haven’t gotten edited, but I’d like to show you as it seems weird not to use it when it’s right there.
 
It’s called Ghost of Swamp Creek, and it was really fun to write and something I could probably write some more of, but, well, I’ve got a lot of things I need to write.

 
He liked the fact that the monster was pleased with him.
    Why? Shouldn’t he be screaming about the fact that this was about to happen at all?
    Maybe he hit his head. Yeah that—
   His thoughts broke off as the monster twisted his tentacles and flipped Harry onto his stomach.
   His face strapped slightly, adding a sting. His chest tingled where he rubbed up against the soft rock, ached a little where the chain dug deep into his ribcage, and would have distracted him completely if he could press his cock against the rock as well. Hell, he tried as hard as he could to rub against it, but the monster held him away.
   A thick claw scraped down Harry’s back, he arched into the sensation as his closes where cut off his body. It didn’t seem to matter that he was wearing a belt. Everything disappeared around him, from neck to arse crack, and down one leg.
   Cool air rushed around him, goose bumps broke across his skin. His cock throb from the session to lost in arousal to feel the temperature drop as anything but an added caress to his already stimulated senses. 
   It was a lover’s caress, it was a tortuous touch. Pushing him to feel and want so much more than he should have.
   His legs were pushed apart, lifted up, so he had to use the only arm that wasn’t held captive as a pillow under his head or risk rock rash.
 
You want to read the rest just click here, it’s just over 2.6K of sexy fluff, but I do quite like it

Thursday 28 August 2014

Hadn’t the Pleasure #116

The books that have been collecting dust for so long they have become stained from it
 
 
Only a select few in the human world knew of the existence of the V-Unit, a small group of highly trained Marines - who happened to be vampires.
And it would have stayed that way.
But when events in the vampire world, threatened the stability of the human world, the powers that be called for the unit's specialized services.
An intrepid war correspondent, Bronson Rudan, who'd seen more than his fair share of fighting, stumbles across the unit by accident, and is drawn into their world.
Bronson has no problem with that, given that he gets to spend time with a hunky Marine Lieutenant, Sarge. Although he won't remember any of this when they're through.
At least, that was the plan...
 
The V Unit by Max Vos
First published 21st April 2014 by Max Vos inc
iBook,  204 pages
Paranormal Romance
 
“Mark, I can’t wait until we’re stretched out next to that pool, soaking up all that sun as we float around the Caribbean,” the perky blond said as she pulled on the leash, towing along the grass-sniffing dog. She looked up, admiring the handsome man walking by her said, the same man who had the ability to turn her legs to jelly, and her panties moist from need and desire.

Wednesday 27 August 2014

What a Breakdown Looks Like

I smile as I write the title to this post, mostly because I don’t actually know what it looks like, I’m too much of a depressant to be any good at having full-on meltdowns, the type that everyone around you sees and takes note on because they have no other fucking choice.
 
No, I slept, it’s something that I touched on in an early post, or a facebook post, I’m not completely sure I have the energy to care which one right now.
 
The thing is, like a good little depressant that I am, I went into meltdown by sleeping threw it. I didn’t want to have to deal and so I slept it away. only the problem with that is that the facts are still there when you wake up, which, funny enough, makes you crawl back under the blankets and go back to sleep.
 
The thing is, and yes, I like to start everything that way. I’ve never really had to deal with this sort of stress before, and that’s what this has come down to, stress, I can’t hack it and it’s balled itself growing larger and larger until I’ve not being able to do anything but ran away from it.
 
But I’ve finally noticed, even as I’ve been noticing for a long stretch of months, but I’d say it, and I’d think it but I wasn’t really listening to what it was telling me. I think mostly because it wasn’t something I was use too. There wasn’t any true negativity in my head, or at least no more than normal and I was about to push that away and fix that up, but I still sunk and I sunk fast.
 
it can to the point that I was asleep more than I was awake, and when I was awake I was waiting for those moment that I could go back to sleep. My eyes would sting with the need sleep some more, as if I hadn’t slept at all (which is my depressant way, and that leads me towards suicide, not fun).
 
I know I’ve been talking about this for a while, and I’ve explain the reasons for this, the openness my in the whole event, but mostly I need to talk these things threw in order to get my thoughts straight. I’ve always done it, now I’m just making it a shit load more public. The thing is, even though I write it doesn’t mean I actually listen to it. Which I know, bullshit, but hey, no one said I was smart.
 
And I digress, wonder why, lol
 
I’ve decided that a lot of my stress has come from being in limbo from a few things in my career, and that’s stressing me because I’ve not gone one way or another yet.
 
so what’s changing, nothing much really, I’m just going to be a self-published author instead of a publishing company one.
 
I know this seems like I’m adding stress to myself, but I’m honestly not. I like the control. I like the nitty gritty and when I find an editor that works well with me I’m more than sure that will leave as well, because I’ll be in good hands and if not, I’ll find someone else.
 
I also like the fact that I don’t have to rush or anything (not that I do where I am) and that I’ve not got to second guess myself about what I am or am not allowed to say about my own work.
I like… okay, there are things I’m not happy about when it’s come to being in a company, it’s not their fault, they have been great, it just doesn’t seem to be where I need to be, and that’s that.
Honestly, people, I’m not leaving extasybooks, I like being there, but I just want more control over my books.
 
I now it’s not a surprise I’ve been swinging this way for a long time now, but it’s hasn’t been until this week that I’ve put my foot down and I’ve started the necessary steps towards it. learnt what I needed to learn and when I have this next book finished (horror) It’s going to be the book I use, along with a few short stories, to find myself a editor.
I’m actually really looking forward to it all. If I’m honest, more than I have been able anything that’s happened with my through the year, so I guess that’s saying a lot.
 
I still have a series that will go through a publisher – well two at the moment, maybe more when we get into the swing of writing.
·           My Moonlit Wolves will start with extasybooks, and I’m planning on continuing with the series, trying for one book ever 3 months, but don’t hold your breath I can’t even seem to finish book 8.
·           My co-author work with NJ Nielsen will be going with, I believe we are going to try Fireborn Publishing but I’m honestly not 100% sure on that one yet. And we have a few things we want to work on together which will all go that way.
 
I have everything set up, all I have to do is write and then we can get on the editing way. I believe I’m going to be trying Cool Beans Publishing & Editing first. However, I haven’t really looked completely into either company, only the first pages, type things, so the other one that’s on my list (so far) is Ally Editorial Services. And yes this is because they were the suggestions from, but I will take them and see where it leads, but what I’ve seen I’m happy about so it’ll all depend on what a deeper search brings up.
 
I’ve also got myself a new Avatar, which is much more professional looking, and I love, even if that means patting my own back.
 
Lastly I’m going to need a website, or I want one, but I’ve got that one covered to by my brother-in-law, so walla, how much better do I feel now that I’ve got a lot more control over things… heaps.
 
So thanks everyone for listening and I’m hoping this will be the last depressing post for a while.

Tuesday 26 August 2014

Cover Beauty #1

I’m trying something new, hopefully, switching between this event and the other every Tues, I’m just getting bored of the former I’ve been doing this for over a year now and feel something fresh.
I hope you guys like the idea
 
 
I do believe this was one of the first cover art buys (in the m/m world).
I can’t remember what the reasons were, but I know there's a reason I never forget it.
 
Artist Ginny Glass
Gasp! by ZA Maxfield
 
Jeff Paxton came home from Afghanistan looking for roots. Instead his pregnant sister talks him into a job babysitting the volatile megastar Nigel Gasp. Nigel is stubborn, needy, and determined to be the center of attention everywhere he goes. Before long, Jeff realizes that something is bothering Gasp, and that keeping him out of trouble might be more difficult than he thought.
 
Nigel never planned on getting old. He simply assumed a hard drinking, hard partying lifestyle would take care of that. Now that he's turning forty, he's depressed and a little bit desperate. To Nigel, forty seems like a fine age to deposit his DNA and check out while he's still on top.
 
The last thing Jeff needs is to fall in love with Nigel Gasp. The last thing Nigel expects is a whole new reason to live. But how can Jeff put down roots with a man who is never in the same place twice?
 
Love can be shocking. Gasp

Monday 25 August 2014

Top 12 Re-Read Books

In no particular order:
 
 

Heaven Sent series by Jet Mykles
This was among my first mm books, and back then I didn’t have an iPad which meant I could only go paper – I’ve read these books that much I’ll honestly never have to again

Saturday 23 August 2014

#MySexySaturday (6)


Welcome to the 56th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week, we’re wondering what happens after you say THE END. What happens to your wonderful characters that you’ve created? Do they retreat silently into the sunset? Do they get more exposure in the next book of your series? This is our thoughts on what happens to those special characters once the story appears to be over.

You’ve seen these characters. They are the founding couple of a pack, an investigation unit, a rag-tag bunch of soldiers out to save the universe. These are the ones readers can’t get enough of and want to know what happens to them even if they aren’t the couple in the forefront. Share with us those sexy couples and let us know how their happily-ever-after stacks up against the rest of those couples out there.

You want to learn more, with the rules and linky click here, but it’s basically a number 7 game.

This snipped come from my couples in book 1 Jex and Matt. it’s a free read, which I used for promotion for the series, you want to see it, click here. my characters are all very involved in the story itself as it goes on, and this deleted scene came out of book 4, if you’ve read the series you’ll understand what part I mean *wink*


“It makes me feel all gooey inside to see you smile like that. Knowing it’s all mine gets me hot as hell,” he whispered a breath away from Jex’s lips and his back arched at the scrap of whiskers against his upper lip.
“Gooey?” Jex tried to make it a joke, not being able to deal with the softer sides of love. 
“Oh, yeah,” Matt moaned theatrically. “It’s like melted lava inside me, mate.”
“So you’re a cooked marshmallow?” Jex muttered between the light kisses Matt was giving him. He needed more than the teasing. Already his skin heated, his cock throbbed. He hated the teasing. Jex needing more…rubbing, thrusting, harder!
 “Cooked Marshmallow?” Matt pulled back, apparently, finally, thinking around his own dick to what Jex had said.
“Shut up man,” Jex’s laughed. “Am I meant to think with my cock this hard?”
Matt burst out into laughter. Jex shifted back, as Matts weight shifted onto his knees, he’d straddled Jex sometime during the kiss.


And some pimping, you interested in the series, click here – you wanna buy you can start at the publishers by clicking here

Friday 22 August 2014

Paint the Sky by Lily G. Blunt


Paint the Sky by Lily G. Blunt
Genre: M/M, Contemporary Romance and Erotica
Length: 65,000 Words/230 pages
Release Date: August 30, 2014
ASIN: B00MSYA1JQ


A love of art...
 
A mutual interest in art draws two shy university students together. Ben admires Vinnie’s painting of the university building, so Vinnie invites him to an exhibition of his artwork. From a wealthy family, Ben purchases some of Vinnie’s art and arranges for the artist to personally hang the paintings in his apartment.
 
Starry, starry night...
 
Ben commissions Vinnie to paint his portrait, in order to spend more time with the artist. On the night of the sitting, Vinnie fingerpaints the starry night on Ben’s chest... and they kiss. They begin a relationship beneath the night sky, God’s own canvas.
But every relationship has its ups and downs and so it is with theirs. When Ben thinks Vinnie spends too much time with a fellow artist, his jealousy drives a wedge between them and forces Vinnie into the very thing Ben dreads.
 
Hold tight to your dreams...
 
Ben and Vinnie will have to walk through fire before they can find one another again. But if they believe, and if they keep their faith in the night sky and each other, just maybe they can make their dreams of love come true.


EXCERPT:
Vinnie led me across the room, pulling me by the shirt. “Lie back on the sofa for me and I'll paint you.”
As if in a dream, I settled my head against one arm of the sofa, my legs dangling over the other end, scarcely breathing now. Vinnie knelt on the floor beside me with an open pot of paint in his hand.
Teasingly, he dipped his index finger into the dark blue paint as if it were cream he would lick off. His finger connected with my skin and he made short strokes across my chest, the coldness of the paint making me shiver.
Mesmerised by the closeness of his beautiful face, the view of the night sky through the window, and the picture forming upon my chest, I watched as dab after dab and stroke after stroke he built up a mix of shades, until a dark night sky with the moon and stars were there to be seen—a masterpiece, drying on the warmth of my blazing skin, a transient thing of beauty. His fingers skimmed my skin causing gooseflesh to ripple in waves down my arms and thighs. My nipples pebbled in response to his touch.
And when he was done, his lips met mine in a languid kiss; how our first kiss should have been—sweet, innocent, and full of promise. He pulled away, smiling down at me.
This was the beginning of something special.

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LILY G. BLUNT’S BIO:
Lily G. Blunt writes contemporary gay romance and erotica. She loves to explore the relationship between two men and the intensity of their physical and emotional attraction. Angst often features in her stories as she feels this demonstrates the depth of the men’s feelings for each other. Lily is forever writing imaginary scenes and plots in her head, but only a few ever make it to the page—there never seems to be enough hours in the day despite having left the teaching profession to concentrate on her writing!
Lily discovered the wonderful world of m/m romance novels four years ago via fan fiction and went on to write stories in her spare time. With the encouragement of her friends and readers she decided to publish some of her work.
Lily has several self-published stories available on Amazon. She is also published with Torquere Press and Wayward Ink Publishing.
Easily distracted from her writing, Lily makes videos using clips from gay-themed movies and posts gorgeous pictures of men kissing or making out on her tumblr and Facebook pages. Lily is also an avid supporter of GLBTQ rights and advocates equality for all.
Lily lives in central England with her rather bemused husband, two twenty-something children, and a ‘mad as a bag of frogs’ Shetland Sheepdog.
 
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