Sunday 30 November 2014

Giveaway Time

It’s that time of year again where we try do our best for those around us. Try and be giving and thankful, understanding and grateful for the year that’s past while hopeful for the one to come.
 
It’s the time of year when you think of others and in a light more generally directed at presents, and so I decided in that spirit to do a Christmas Present giveaway which will be one big prize a few little ones for some runners up
 
Main Prize:
 
1 e-copy of Whispers of Home (Pickleville #1) by April Kelley
1 e-copy from NJ Nielsen’s Backlist
1 PDF copy of Unicorn Rescue by Chris T Kat
1 PDF copy of Carnal Beginnings by Reily Garrett (mf)
1 e-copy of Candle in the Dark Anthology by J Scott Coatsworth
1 e-copy from Celine Chatillon's backlist (mf)
1 e-copy from Ellen Cross Backlist
1 e-copy of Last Kiss (the Looking Glass #2) by Penny Brandon
1 e-copy of A Laughing Owl (Astrogator #3) by AC Ellas
 
Individual Prizes:

 
1 e-copy of Johann to Tannenbaum (Toys and Soldiers #1) by Ashlyn Forge

 
[if the winner doesn’t accept any book in the first bundle said book will drop into the individual prizes]

 
I will be keeping this list open for the rest of the week. I’m not sure if others will join in, but I asked on Sunday and so they need some time to see and respond, but as it is, I believe we have a nice list.

 
I will be posting about each person and the books they have chosen to giveaway, so that’s something to look forward to, especially since I’ve read most of what’s above *smiles*

 
Anyway, look forward to the starting post tomorrow with Catherine Lievens and her new release!

 
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Read This Week #117

The deal with all those books I’ve read this week
 

Saturday 29 November 2014

#MySexySaturday week 70


*sigh* I really wish I had more books, not that it would help here as I don’t see myself writing historical.

When picking themes for the rest of the year, we realized that we hadn’t picked anything historical in a while. Sexy Down the Avenue reminds us of carriage rides in London or any European city. Of course, it could be any other sexy historical setting as well. Say American West or maybe even the Russian Court. Maybe we’re talking about what it was like in Australia or the South Pacific or…yes, the possibilities are endless.

So we are here, not having anything again to post. Nothing in my small number of books that will work here. so I guess, a sex scene it is!!!

I decided to choose this one because it’s the last week of November and therefore the last week to get Love Without Knowing It and have your money go to the Movember charity. Not only that, but for the simple fact that it’s the last week of Movember which is a great cause in itself as it brings awareness to male health.

 
Paul always loved that moment when the head of his cock disappeared inside another man. To watch as the muscles slowly gave way around the meaty head as he was welcomed into its depths; to feel the tight squeeze and heated licks of pleasure as the channel wrapped tightly around his cockhead. He liked the slow push in, making the other man’s body accept him.
Paul never rushed this part. He couldn’t make himself, even if he was holding another man against a brick wall in a back alley behind a club. He liked it better when he could see himself sliding in, amplifying everything he loved about sex. Everything else was secondary, window dressing. Not that Paul didn’t love every other aspect of sex, he loved it more than anything. There was just something about that first glorious moment, when heat and suction engulfed sensitive flesh. Bliss. Fucking Bliss.
“You doing okay?” Paul asked as the head of his cock skated past Matt’s swollen prostate. He felt the thick gland push up against his piss slit even as he did his best to avoid it.
“Yeah,” Matt’s voice was tight, needy.
Paul chuckled as he pushed the remaining inches into Matt, settling his thighs against the other man’s arse. The pause was short. As suspected, he’d already pushed Matt’s patience to its limits. Matt rolled his hips back onto Paul and they both moaned as Paul gripped Matt’s hips, holding him steady, before thrusting in and out at a cautious pace.
Heat built quickly between them, the steady pace becoming faster. Matt started those beautiful moans of his—light and barely audible, but they were there, Matt was oblivious, completely lost in the fucking. From experience, Paul knew Matt was a screamer. He may not have liked the fact, but it made Paul smile as he’d shove something into his mouth to stop the screams. At the moment that was a sheet, crunched in his hand and shoved into his mouth.
Another problem for Matt was the fact that Paul loved the sounds men made when he thrust deep. He loved making sudden, sharp moves, just to get that squawk of surprised pleasure, and out of everyone he’d ever fucked, Paul loved Matt’s sounds the most. Maybe more because the man hated making them so much.

 
And onto the pimping and other random facts linked to this hop

Friday 28 November 2014

New Website

 
So, awesome news everyone, I have a website!!!
 
The reason? Because I didn’t like the way blogger does there pages. It’s not that there is anything truly bad about them, but I wanted a nicer, less cluttered place for my books to be. That too, and them all having their own page is even better.
 
Saying this there are bits of the website I don’t like, mostly the fact that I can’t sub-page a sub-page, or at least I don’t know how to do that. And it’ll either be that I just can’t, or that I have to pay, in both cases I’ll just have to live.
 
Still, it’s not really a bad thing until I get more books under my name, and then I might be in a place where I can pay the monthly fee to get my domain and link them all together (saying this, it’ll most likely happen when my brother-in-law can make me the one I really want.
 
Anyway, it’s just simple, easy and well, easy. I hope you like it, and if there’s anything you’d see that needs changing, or isn’t flat out wrong, feel free to tell me ASAP.
 
So click the big letters above and have yourself a looksi *smile*

Thursday 27 November 2014

From the Backlist #12

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
 
 
Muscling Through by JL Merrow
First Published 19th July 2011 by Samhain Publishing
Contemporary Romance
 
The bigger they come, the harder they fall... in love.
 
Cambridge art professor Larry Morton takes one, alcohol-glazed look at the huge, tattooed man looming in a dark alley, and assumes he’s done for. Moments later he finds himself disarmed—literally and figuratively. And, the next morning, he can’t rest until he offers an apology to the man who turned out to be more gentle than giant.
 
Larry's intrigued to find there's more to Al Fletcher than meets the eye; he possesses a natural artistic talent that shines through untutored technique. Unfortunately, no one else seems to see the sensitive soul beneath Al’s imposing, scarred, undeniably sexy exterior. Least of all Larry's class-conscious family, who would like nothing better than to split up this mismatched pair.
 
Is it physical? Oh, yes, it’s deliciously physical, and so much more—which makes Larry’s next task so daunting. Not just convincing his colleagues, friends and family that their relationship is more than skin deep. It’s convincing Al.
 
Contains comic misunderstandings, misuse of art materials, and unexpected poignancy.
 

Wednesday 26 November 2014

Character Love

I am a horrible creator.
 
And when I say creator, I’m hoping you all know I mean my characters. If not, I mean my characters.
 
I have been ask twice, in about as many weeks which was my favourite characters, and I came up with nothing, so instead I was honest, which I’m beginning to realise yet again that gets me in trouble—or makes people not like me, but then I already know I’m horrible at first impressions.
 
But let’s get back on track.
 
You see, when I finish writing a book I tend to end up hating the characters. It’s not a completely hate, more the hate when you’re so irritated by something they’ve said or done that you can’t get over it, and therefore everything they do piss you off even though it never did before.
 
My sister said something the other day that sort of ties this up:
I’m not sure how to say this but I hate your face at the moment so everything you say is pissing me off
 
The thing is I’m not sure if I ever liked my characters in the first place but either way it’s safe to say by the end of our time together I need an extended break.
 
This thing, right here, is what has happening with my Moonlit Wolves series, which is why I’m struggling with it so much.
 
Everything starts out fine, the idea is great. The characters are alive. They are new, exciting and then like all good relationships it starts to level out, only normally when you’re in a relationship with people you get a bit of space. At least that’s what I do, I can’t be with the same person over and over without some form of break.
 
The problem? They are people inside your head, and the more you love the idea, the more you love the story, the more they take over your head, and so there isn’t a break. No matter what you do they are there, bitching, wining, telling you there story over and over until you get it out of your head for good.
 
Again, I know the way I’m speaking may seem like I’m talking about other people, but this is what I feel, this is what I go through.
 
So as you can imagine by the end I’m over them, I need them to fuck off so that I can have a break but as I’m sure you all know, signing ‘the end’ isn’t the end of anything. and so I have to go and visit them, day after day, week after week, and then there may be a break, and back again, like an old friend that just won’t get the fucking point.
 
So it comes to the point that I don’t have any favourite, or at least I didn’t until I remember my first book published My Kevin and the love pattered in my heart – so apparently it takes about a year to return.

Tuesday 25 November 2014

Cover Beauty #13

Art sells the book; it’s the first thing we see, and some we’ll buy just from appeal.
 
 
Artist Meredith Russell
The Last Wolf by Sue Brown

Monday 24 November 2014

Coming To an End – November series

We are at the long end of this brilliant month of moustache growth, we are at the point that our men have something impressive to cover their upper lips, and maybe thinking of styling ideas for the week ahead. Yet, we all know when the time runs out, they shave it all off.
 
I want to thank everyone who supported me. I’m not sure how much it was, but I know It’s not a lot, which is fine, because my plan is, and has always been going in as I wish to stay and every year, the whole series will go into donations.
 
So let’s go into a round up for this book, a month in.
 
Like I said not many people have bought it, I understand why, I’m new, there isn’t anything I can do for that. Add that I self-published it, along with the fact that I didn’t blanket promote, hell, I pretty much forgot the book existed, which is horrible since I loved this book so much.
 
So, in conclusion the unsuccessfulness of this book lays on my feet alone, and I can live with that.
 
With that sadness aside, I have had some wonderful reviews from the book, most of which teared me up when I first read them, and I’m sure they will again when I reread them.
 
 
I liked the end one the note that though I defiantly dropped the ball on things this time around, it doesn’t mean my love for this book hasn’t shined through every single word. that I didn’t take my time making sure this wasn’t a risk, it’s not a risk to read this book. it shows that you can beat prostate cancer and come out in nearly the same condition as you went in.
 
I wanted a love story, and I believe that’s what I’ve give you all. It’s just the problems with being a newbie, writing a short story, which I think probably helped a lot as I didn’t draw out the disease. And you get a long happy ever after as a result. You can love my characters because they’re going to be there when you’re done.
 
Thanks to everyone who bought the book, I’ll do better next year, as I’m hoping in a whole it will sit better, being as book 2 isn’t written yet, and even if I did write it, right now, it would be ready in a week, rather than take me months.
 
Anyway, have a look at what others see what other have to say, it may be just what you’re looking for in a sweet loving story to get you in the Christmas mood.

Saturday 22 November 2014

#MySexySaturday week 69


This week’s theme is sexy thanksgiving. It then goes on to say “we know what you’re thinking” but I honestly have no clue what Thanksgiving is about, only from what I’ve seen on telly, and I haven’t truly paid any attention to it.
not my country. Not my traditions.

Tho the gist is its about family time. With the added “sexiness” involved. Which I’m guessing could be wanting to start a family, reintroducing yourself to your family, that sort of connections. I have only one person who can’t back into the fold of his family, and so here’s a snippet from Moonlit Wolves 5: A Werewolf’s Howl  

And… let’s all keep a secret and not count how many paragraphs I just put up

 
A cold hairy body woke Brad up when it crawled into bed and snuggled up behind him.
“Fuck, babe,” Brad muttered as he pulled it close around him. “Whatcha have, an ice shower?”
Kyle’s sleepy slur was barely legible as he spoke into Brad’s hair. “Pretty much. Wanted to get to you.”
“Oh…how sweet,” he even managed to say without cracking up.
“Come on, babe.” Kyle sounded more awake as he rolled Brad onto his back. “Let it out before you crack a rib.”
Brad’s smile was so wide as Kyle’s head came down and captured them in a kiss that heated up everything in Brad. Fingers touched cool hairy skin, gripping at it, pulling Kyle in closer. He needed him to be closer to him.
“So when are we leaving?” Kyle mumbled as they broke apart for air.
“Huh?” Yeah, huh?
“When are we leaving for your place? I can come, right?”
“What will ya do for work?” Just react. Remember, think later, when there’s time.
Kyle shrugged. “I can work here, right? You don’t live that far away.”
“Just like that.”
“Just like that.” He pressed a light kiss to on Brad’s lips. “Fuck, babe, I’ve been dreaming of just this for years.”


And onto the pimping and other random facts linked to this hop

Friday 21 November 2014

Payhip Account

I decided to give Payhip a try, by adding my books, I’m not sure if it’ll even work, but I like the idea of having an option. At any rate, in the long run I’d love nothing more than to have my own site for sales, so why not start as I wish to go forward.
 
And, well, as an added bonus each book will be discounted, just as an added bonus
 
Love Without Knowing It at $1.50 : https://payhip.com/b/WlQa
 
Running Scared at $0.50 : https://payhip.com/b/tmlD
 
 
If you wish for a different file, please tell me and I’ll add it for you (I’m currently only using the 3 main file types)
 
The rest of the plan
 
I have always wanted to have something that was just coming to me. I understand the idea isn’t great, that people probably won’t bother. Mostly I’ll put these to Amazon buyers, as they love Amazon for it’s one click buy option.
 
I, as a consumer, don’t like Amazon for that reason, I don’t like using me credit card, and I hate that I’ve had to put it in. it’s for you guys who might like a different option, or just the one that comes with a discount on all my own titles year round.
 
At the moment each title will display itself on the payhip site for 50cents cheaper, than anywhere else because I’m mostly not smart enough to figure out a % and I thought it was a good deal. Like I said, we’ll see how things move from here, and I’ll update you in 6 months’ time when I know what’s what.
 
I also have this plan, if I can get books ready faster for the future, where they just sit and wait, to have them appear on payhip first, they will have that added discount, and then, a week later, or so they will go up everywhere else. I’d like for payhip to be my pre-order site, you want it straight away this is where you’ll get it from, you want it anywhere else, and you’ll have to wait.
 
Like I said, it’ll be a wait and see kind of deal. Awkwardly though because I’m technically a no one, there is that longer wait for people to want to read me enough that they can’t wait, and I understand and know I’m not anywhere near there yet. If I will ever become it.
 
But as I’ve said above, I’m going in as I plan to be, so unless something happens with payhip, it will stay and I’ll trug through until you all notice the greatness of my presales.

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because I saw it on facebook last weekend and couldn't stop myself.
 
 

Thursday 20 November 2014

From the Backlist #11

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
 
 
My Roommate’s a Jock? Well, Crap! by Wade Kelly
First Published 31st of December 2012 by Dreamspinner
Contemporary LGBT Romance
 
It's easy to become cynical when life never goes your way.
 
Cole Reid has been a social recluse since he was fifteen, when he was outed by his high school baseball team. Since then, his obsessive-compulsive behavior and sarcastic nature have driven away most of the population, and everyone else hates him because he's gay. As he sees it, he's bound to repulse any prospective friends, let alone boyfriends, so why bother?
 
By the time Cole enters college, he's become an anal-retentive loner—but it's not a problem until his roommate graduates and the housing department assigns Ellis Montgomery to move in with Cole. Ellis is messy, gorgeous, straight, and worst of all, a "jock"!
 
During a school year filled with frat buddies, camping expeditions, and meddling parents, Cole and Ellis develop a friendship that turns Cole's glass-half-empty outlook on its head. There must be more to Ellis than a fun-loving jock—and maybe Cole's reawakening libido has rekindled his hope for more than camaraderie
 

Wednesday 19 November 2014

The Importance of Meaning – A November series post

Why is this important to you? What makes it special? What do you hope other will get out of this book?  
 
The November series is the first book I have ever written and published that has meant this much to me. I’m not saying my other ones hadn’t been important, but they didn’t give me butterfly just because they exist.
 
I wrote this book at the beginning of the year right before I started editing for the Moonlit Wolves series, it was around my first writers block. Okay, so maybe not my first as I have this thing of not writing when my children are home, and they had been on school holidays for 3 weeks by the time my fingers itched and I had to write, but nothing was coming to mind.
 
I did a list, which had me interested in the research, and once I started reading the story just flowed from me.
 
I have been in love with it ever since. I’ve worked extra hard to try and get it as perfect as possible, but I fear. I fear more than I probably will with other in the series, because I wrote it before I fully understood the industry, and I mean understand it in a way that can only come by public opinion.
 
I haven’t written this book, nor will I write the series, in a way to tell you the technical happenings for each health problem, for one, because I haven’t experiences most of them first hand, and for another reason because no every experiences the same thing.
I also wanted it to be more about the emotions, more about the people around the sick person, the caregivers.
I want to bring out the most stressful moments, the ones we tend to forget or look over because they were hard and yet they were selfish moments, but they are just as important as the surgeries or treatments, meetings and programs. Those silent moments of complete loss and selfishness are just as important and they are something we all feel and even though we still, won’t feel comfortable with them, we are allowed to know others are feeling it too.
 
This one, especially is about a man who is scared shitless of being trapped, but becomes more so at being left alone. He becomes an emotional outlet, a rock in ways he never thought he’d be able to do. And he allows himself to feel love for a man he’s been falling for since the moment they met.
 
And yeah, that might be a spoiler in some people’s eyes, but this is a HEA romance, what else was meant to happen, lol 

Tuesday 18 November 2014

Cover Beauty #12

Art sells the book; it’s the first thing we see, and some we’ll buy just from appeal.
 
 
“can I just say ‘look at it’ and we all understand, lol
I was looking through the ‘best mm cover art’ on GR and this one was what caught my eye, it wasn’t the first, but it definitely something I HAD to go back to, take a closer look. ”
 
Artist N/A
Invisible by Jeff Arno

Monday 17 November 2014

Monday, its Monday!

Welcome to another wonderful week. I’m in a pretty good mood lately, not only because it seems my writers block has ended (you know, unless saying that jinxed me up good) and I’m reading again. Which, let’s face it, are the things you want most out of life.
 
So, I haven’t written as much as I’d have like to, but I’ve done 2 out of the 5 things left of this year, and even thought they were the shortest of all those things, they were actually the most important. So I feel good about it all
 
Which brings me to what I have done, a brief mid-month update as you will
 
·         I wrote my prompt short, Walked Into Bad Luck, which you can find here
 
It’s just over 2K and about as bad a romantic date I could get out of the boys. I had thought at the time of thinking it up that I’d be able to pull it off because I didn’t know what a ‘romantic date’ was actually like, as I’ve never been on what someone would call a ‘traditional’ date. On longer thought I think what was truly hard about the story was that I only wanted it to be short and so I needed to put them into the thick of the story.
 
I believe now, that if I’d been writing the story from the very start, and we walked into a date night from hell, I’d be able to pull it off with spectacular effects, mostly because I’m good at putting in a dramatic scene or two into my books.
 
However, now I have to try and figure out how to get my boys to become a geeky accountant meeting his new client a tattooed motorcycle-riding preacher, hmm…
 
·         I finished my Flash Fiction Holiday Hop short, woohoo!!
 
I’m still not convinced this one will actually be what they’re looking for. My story seems a lot more like a chapter in a longer story than a story all on its own. It’s around 1.7K and though it has all the elements, the story is meant to (only because I went through and double checked) I don’t know if it actually works.
 
The thing is I LOVE this story. I’m not sure if I’ll ever actually finish it, but I’ve honestly love the plot to bits and think it would be a killer story, I’ve already added it to my WIP pile, but because I’ve done this bit I’m not sure I’ll ever really need to know anything else, which means it may never be more than it is. Which would suck.
 
Anyway, the plan is to have someone else read it and see what they think, as well try to think up something else, if I can, then, well, that will go in instead, if not then this is what I’m left with.
 
All in all, its done, and I’ve just got to clean it up.
At least until my beta reads it and then we’ll see just what’s needed and what completely sucks and seems weird as I’m clearly missing an entire book, lol
 
Anyway, it starts like this:
 
The beer he held against his thigh had long since reached room temperature, which made it undrinkable in Brent’s opinion and yet he wasn’t ready to get up. Therefore, it sat there with him, a companion he didn’t want like most of the other people petering around the room.
He didn’t like this big a crowd, hell, he’d be happy never to be in a ‘crowd’ again, but that wasn’t anything he’d be getting anytime soon. His own fault for having dreams and ambitions that went with a guitar and piano lessons.
 
…and, again, I love it. However, I think its a little angst, even for such a short piece.
 
Lastly, did you know last Friday, you know the one that happened a few days ago, well, I was on Wade Kelly’s Friend Friday, which is awesome, especially since she let me be there even though we’ve never truly met.
 
·         If you missed it, here’s the link
 
So awesome, and now I’m off to read, or write or clean the house, really, something that require the least amount of effort by me.
 
Have a great day everyone, for I certainly will