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Guest – Book Blitz – Snowed In

March 3, 2016 by William Cooper

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Snowed In, An M/M Anthology

by DC Juris

Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Menage/Poly, Anthology


Blurb:

snowedinMM1400Snowed In is a wintery blend of frost, snow, and romance from eight of Torquere Press’ M/M authors.

Winter storms are dangerous, and in Celibate Cold by Lynn Townsend, Topher finds himself stranded in one when his car slides into a ditch. Alone and scared, he tries to walk home in the blizzard but ends up at Chase’s house, desperately in need of help.

Can an accident on Luke and Tom’s annual hike lead to them becoming more than good friends? Find out in Jessica Chase’s Falling for Love!

In This Winter’s Night by Kassandra Lea, Barry is devastated when he realizes he spends more time talking to his horses than his boyfriend—but that’s about change.

These snow angels have a devilish side! Huey and Tommy think their neighbor Marshall would be a naughty, fun addition to their snow day in Snow Angels by Leigh Ellwood.

In Snow Job by Logan Zachary, winter doesn’t always come with a chill—sometimes it’s smokin’ hot! For Lance and Leo, snowbound and icicles are about to take on whole new meanings.

Beau and Leon are two strangers on a chairlift. When Leon—the “experienced” skier—laughs at himself, Beau looks at him in a whole new light in Taking the Fall Line by Tray Ellis.

In Snowy Reunion by Emjay Haze, Steven wonders if he even has a boyfriend since Jonathan walked out after their last argument. But Jonathan surprises Steven during a ski trip and it just might save their relationship.

Seeking the elusive Yeti is Joel’s passion, but he finds more than he bargained for in Adventures of a Yeti Hunter by L.J. Hamlin.

Find it on Goodreads | Torquere

 

Excerpt:

Celibate Cold by Lynn Townsend

Chase squinted. Of course it wasn’t a yeti, he thought. But the creature who was stumbling in his direction was covered in snow from the thighs down and his coat was thick with ice crystals. He had a hat crammed low down over his ears, but no gloves, and his sleeves were crusted with more snow. He’d probably fallen a few times, to judge by the smears of white down his front.

By the time Chase had identified the intruder as being nothing more than a man, his visitor was nearly to the porch. The man’s teeth were chattering so hard that he couldn’t seem to force intelligible words out. Chase caught a few mumbled syllables.

“Well, you look like three miles of bad road,” Chase said. He helped the man up the stairs and then impartially started brushing snow off his back, not really paying attention to where his hands were until the man startled when Chase’s hands came down on his ass, smacking snow away.

The stranger whirled, his brown eyes wide.

Chase held his hands out to his sides, harmless. “No point in trackin’ that all in m’house, man, and you look a bit chilled to do it yourself.”

The man nodded, stomped off his feet as best he could, which wasn’t very well. Chase sighed. The guy was wearing fucking Oxfords, for Christ’s sweet sake. He’d be lucky if he had any toes left at all. Fool.

“Sex,” the man said.

“What?” Chase had to have misheard that. He stuck a finger—snow covered, and cold—into his ear as if to clear it out. Or wind up his brain. “What did you say?”

“Six. Six miles of bad road.”

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Guest – Oleander, Son of Drakkar Blog Tour

February 2, 2016 by William Cooper

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Oleander, Son of Drakkar

Drakkar Series Book #2

by Leigh Jarrett

M/M, Paranormal, Romance

Blurb:

Oleander Cover 1600 x 2400Pointless, insignificant—until Oleander

The unrelenting seduction of Oleander’s cool, flawless skin—and deep, captivating eyes. The concern in his voice—the touch of his hand. The exhilaration and pride elicited by the sight of Oleander waiting for him after the visit with his family had left him feeling disappointed and unfulfilled.

Unfulfilled …pointless, insignificant—until Oleander.

Amidst the chaos of his sexual reckoning, Timothy is compelled to uphold an intimate pact struck between himself and Oleander, and chooses to follow him north to Drakkar Castle—the threat of war upon them. Grimmr Coven is advancing deep into Drakkar Coven territory, and only Oleander may know the reason why. He had lived amongst the Coven Grimmr for many decades with his human lover, Torkel, and fears that a far greater threat is coming, forcing Grimmr Coven south into Drakkar Coven territory.

Left behind while Oleander goes in search of answers, Timothy’s inner turmoil becomes unbearable. His only company enroute to Drakkar Castle, Alexis, a vivacious, blue-eyed seductress with a secret, intent on stealing him away for reasons that would launch the already fractured family of Drakkar at each other’s throats.

Find it on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance eBooks, or  Goodreads.

Excerpt:

Oleander released Timothy’s shoulder and came along side of him, resting his hip against the table. “Timothy, I have something to ask you. And you must give my question a great deal of thought before answering.” He lifted his hand to touch Timothy’s face, cupping the rugged chin as he brushed his thumb along Timothy’s cheek. “Whatever you decide …I will honor your choice.”

A nervous thirst gripped Timothy as he acknowledged his acceptance of the terms Oleander spoke of, despite having little clue of what was to be asked. He reached for the nearest glass, praying it was filled with wine, his trepidation mounting.

“Proceed,” he said, the tightness in his chest relinquishing somewhat as the full-bodied offering he had chosen trickled warm and comforting down his throat, infusing his body steadily.

Oleander rolled his shoulders and set his stance, attempting to exude confidence where truly, there was none.

“Drakkar Coven will soon be at war with the coven of Grimmr. Much sooner than we had anticipated.” His façade cracking somewhat, he rubbed at the back of his neck. “It pains me that such conflict has become necessary.”

Timothy reached for the hand Oleander had pressed to the tabletop, and stroked his fingers across it.

“Grimmr is the coven you spoke of …to the north?”

Oleander simply nodded then removed his hand from beneath Timothy’s, wandering off in the direction of the window. He moved a heavy curtain aside, staring out at the moon, then let the curtain drop. Its illumination would soon be guiding him home.

“I will be heading to Drakkar Castle at next moonrise to take my place at my father’s side in preparation.” Oleander turned and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. His place at his father’s side—he sneered. An honorary position that was only extended to him during times of unrest and war. His father, arrogant and oblivious to what was truly coming—that a far greater threat was gathering; a threat that was likely the reason Grimmr was scouting south into Drakkar Coven territory. A threat with which he was all too familiar.

He exhaled and dusted away the direction his thoughts were taking him, returning his attention to Timothy.

“You may accompany me north to Drakkar Castle,” he began. “Or you may stay here. The choice is yours.”

Timothy rose to his feet. “How …how long would you be away?”

Oleander shrugged. “Perhaps years.”

“Oh.” Timothy sunk back into his seat. “Then, I am uncertain.” He picked at the edge of the table, considering what his life would look like if he remained behind. Perhaps he could rearrange his sleep pattern in Oleander’s absence and help work the farm each day.

He scratched his head. Doing so would closely resemble his old life. A life with which he had been completely unsatisfied.

Aside from farming, the castle had little to offer him.

“If you desired to do so, you could rejoin your family.”

“You would allow me to return home?” Timothy rose to his feet again, discarding his napkin. “Truthfully?”

“It would pain me to do so, but I cannot reasonably expect you to wait for me within these castle walls.”

“And upon your return?”

Oleander studied Timothy, admiring the striking, masculine beauty of his companion. The feel of Timothy’s body beneath his own, gasping and mewling, challenging him to continue the pain, had been truly exquisite. He could spend an eternity eliciting such responses from him. Losing him would be painful.

“I would call upon you and inquire as to whether or not you desired to return to me.”

“Without question?”

Oleander placed a hand to his heart and bowed.

“On my honor.”

Timothy set his hands on the table to steady himself. Ever since he had arrived at the castle, he had been seeking to escape and return home. Now he was being offered the opportunity to leave the castle forever. To leave Oleander behind—forever.

“You would not return and recapture me?”

“No, Timothy.” Oleander reached for the stone sill of the window. The life he had imagined with Timothy slipping from him before his eyes. “Your entire family would be protected from any further capture. I give you my word.”

Timothy glanced up at Oleander, who was studying him anxiously. “But what of our agreement?” he asked.

“You …” Oleander lifted a hand to his face, touching his lips, unable to respond, his astonishment so complete. It had not even occurred to him that his new companion would factor their agreement into his decision. He had fully expected Timothy to return home to his family—reclaim his freedom.

He moved to speak, to clarify his offer of freedom, but the state of Timothy’s demeanor as he approached left him speechless.

An uncompromising decision had been made.

Leigh Jarrett Profile PicAbout the Author
Leigh Jarrett is a bestselling Canadian author of LGBTQ Romance. Queer, quirky, and passionate. Lover of antique stores, the smell of lye and oil as it turns to soap, cathedral groves, and bright colors. In her hometown of Kelowna, BC, Leigh is an advocate for the LGBTQ community, celebrating their diversity, and affirming their most basic of human rights–to love and be loved.

Find her on Amazon, her Facebook Page, her Facebook Profile, her website, Twitter, or Google+.

Giveaway

Leigh Jarret has offered two giveaways for this tour! One commenter on each blog during the tour will be entered to win a signed book mark. There will also be a tour-wide Rafflecoptor to win another signed bookmark and a signed paperback of Oleander. Both giveaways are open to readers in the US and Canada.
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Guest: Sydney Whyte – Gift of the Blood God Blog Tour

December 8, 2015 by William Cooper

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Thank you ZAM for this opportunity to share with you and your readers some of my thoughts and the first book in my fantasy, paranormal, erotic serial.

The Body Beautiful

It is a common perception, whether accurate or in error, that women are not visually-based creatures sexually – that it is exclusively the realm of men.  For me and I imagine a lot of woman, sexual stimulation does originate on the imagination side of their eyeballs.  The preference is, and I can only go by my own experience, to read it rather than watch it.  But then on the other hand to see a beautiful man is very exciting to women too.  The exploration of the ‘female gaze’, so to speak, is becoming far more open and popular.  Not being truly cognisant of what that term actually means – and I’m not sure anyone truly does, by the way – I would just like to confirm – woman can objectify men just as easily as they can be objectified by the opposite sex.  A man’s body to a woman can be amazingly beautiful.  And she certainly doesn’t have to switch on the emotional, ‘gentle’ side of her nature in order to appreciate it.

In many instances in ‘Gift of the Blood God – Drawn’, where my female characters are presented with a lovely male, they are definitely afforded the opportunity to look and appreciate.  Visual stimulation is a big part of their pleasure and a spur in the furtherance of their own objectives.  Melory, Molly Mae, Renee and even the priestess Melan have their moments of being overwhelmed with desire because of the visual feast they are offered of a man’s ‘beautiful’ body and the potential for what he can do with it.  It was one objective of my writing to offer the reader an insight into female appreciation…

Excerpt

(Please be aware, this excerpt contains a few swear words)

The man’s voice startled Melory, and she jumped as his hand caressed her shoulder, his head tilting towards the rushing river.  What did he want from her now?  Melory let him grab her arm and help her from the restriction of the blanket before pulling her towards the water’s edge and the sharp rumbled rocks of its shore.

His words fell on uncomprehending ears, but his actions were completely obvious as he began to disrobe.  “Ah, I don’t think so, mate.”  Melory’s face flamed.  She wasn’t going skinny dipping with this unknown savage.  He already wasn’t wearing much, and as he dropped his trousers, Melory’s insides turned hurriedly over, her lower body clenching and her breath caught.  He was like a fucking Adonis!  His tan was deep from sun exposure, but his hair was fair almost everywhere, not that there was a true abundance of it.  Not a walking carpet this one, though, yes he had a man’s hairy legs, and the trail beneath his belly button that broadened into the darker smattering of kinky curls around the abundance of his package.  The sight of his genitals and the semi hard-on he was sporting made Melory feel faint.  “Jesus!”  If that’s what it was like at this point, she gaped, what the hell would it be like when it was fully erect?  Her face flushed beet red as she realised she’d been staring overlong and she flicked an embarrassed look to his face and almost ran when he advanced on her completely and utterly naked.

Okay, what was this?  Had he rescued her with the intension of making her some kind of sex slave?  The thought made her toes curl and when he reached for her jacket forcing it down over her arms; she closed her eyes and began to protest.  “No, no, no.  Get your hands off me… I’m not going there.”

But she was, just not in the way she thought.  The man smiled at her resistance and picking her up bodily, still fully dressed in her jeans and bodysuit, he entered the chill swirl of the gurgling torrent and threw her in with a tremendous splash.  The cold shocked the breath out of her and she shrieked as the deluge raced over her body, seeping through the clasp of her clothes.  Melory fought as he pushed her head under, soaking her completely, “Fuck you bastard!” and then to her amazement, casually tossed a sliver of thick cream soap at her.  She gasped and caught it greedily.  Oh, okay, a bath was it?

The man held a piece of his own and pushing her hair from her face, Melory watched him stand thigh-deep in the chill river soaping the vast breadth of his naked chest, the dried mud of the previous day turning the suds muck-brown.  He ignored her as he splashed the foam from his chest and washed under his arms and down his abs, smoothing the soap over his pubes, obviously comfortable with his body, with his own nakedness, cleaning around his genitals with deft unaffected movements.  Melory almost lost her soap as she gasped and turned quickly away, shamefaced for her blatant appraisal.

This was not good!  Melory sank deeper into the water and tried to erase the sight from her mind.  The painful tightness of her nipples was just from the cold, she told herself.  However, now that she was in the water, soap in hand she desperately wanted to wash just as freely as he did but she was far too afraid to get out of her clothes.  She settled for a quick scrub of the soap around her neck and décolletage and under her arms but that was about as far as she was prepared to go.

Gift of the Blood God: Drawn

ISBN 978-0-473-31996-0The world of Abod le A’nor stood waiting…

From the near new city of the civilised Oremen, to the wild untamed clans of the warrior nations of the Ancients, to the primitive quiet villages of a long lived and isolated people; their Dreamers dreamed and sensed the streams of time eddying and calling.  The Gift was coming, and all eyes turned to the rugged climes of the southlands.

Two women struggled through the new day, through vast tracts of dark and ominous wilderness.  Shocked and confused in the aftermath of what should have been a near fatal accident, twins Lorrie and Melory found themselves stumbling into a fate nothing in their previously sheltered lives had prepared them for.  Nothing was familiar and even the comfort they found in each other’s company could not keep the fear or panic at bay.

Where were they?

In a world imbued with strange powers and lingering passions, the past machinations of the doomed Faeling will irrevocably change forever the Neilson sisters’ future.

Thus begins the journey of the sisters’ awakening.

Please note: – this series contains swearing, sexual content and adult themes – suitable for persons over the age of 18 years

Find the book on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iTunes, or on Goodreads.

Author Bio

BelindaSydney Whyte is a ground breaking new talent to arise in New Zealand erotic literature.  A vivacious reader and passionate creative writer since early childhood, she began writing paranormal and fantasy stories as early as ten years old. As a shy and reserved child, she immersed herself in writing complex, fantastical worlds full of magic, mystery and intrigue as a means of escapism. When she reached her teenage years, thoughts of love and romance entered her life with an obsession known only to the hormonal and young, her writing took a significantly saucier (although highly naive) turn. Her increasingly shy demeanour and strict upbringing allowed her few opportunities to openly explore her youthful sexuality; writing became an important means for shaping her philosophies on love, men and romance. As she set out on her own into the world she never ceased to write, but her life, prose and perspective changed drastically. Widowed at twenty-three, re married by twenty-seven, and a single mother of two before thirty five, her untainted youthful outlook on love, life and sex gave way to the exploration of the interconnectedness between beauty and pain, sensuality and shame, and love and despair, that shapes the unique human experience.

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Guest: PD Singer – Who’s Shifting Now?

October 4, 2015 by William Cooper

When I started writing the otter shifter story that became Tail Slide, and that later spawned Otter Chaos, I had no idea that “otter” had a particular meaning in gay lingo. I just knew that I wanted an animal built for fun. Everything about an otter, from his humpy running gate to his snootful of whiskers says, “Having a good time here!”

Werewolves and bears seem to have a “canon” if you will. Not every author uses all elements of the generally accepted assumptions, of course, but there’s enough commonality for not explaining everything in detail. I decided that A) if there was an otter canon, I wasn’t’ chasing it down, and B) even if I knew it, I wasn’t going to use it.

One item in particular annoys me, starting with the fandom I was part of, and that’s treating a shifter like two entities. The human, with his “animal”, and the animal has its own opinions. The possibilities for argument are endless, with two personalities in one head. I prefer to think shifters as more like me, before coffee and after coffee. Same being, different reactions.

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My first project for these stories then, was defining what otter rules were. How often did he need to shift, and how long did he stay shifted for choice? What were his limitations while shifted? Strengths? What about personality? Mental capacity? What’s important to him? I managed to jot most of the answers to these questions on sticky notes at work one day, and came home to find out the story had pretty much written itself. One happy-go-lucky guy, who sometimes wore fur and other times did not. One who sometimes thought with the human viewpoint was important and sometimes did not. One who liked sushi, and sometimes caught his own.

And then, because it’s fun to tease your characters, I gave him a job in a bank.

Ooh, that was kind of mean. But I also gave Lon a boyfriend with an active, open mind, who likes to snowboard almost as much as Lon does. Corey also has a cat, who’s convinced Lon’s going to eat her, no matter what shape he’s wearing.

Knowing what otter shifter rules are dictated how the story worked. Tail Slide turned out not to need the answers to certain shifter issues, while Otter Chaos turns on them. You can depend on the questions coming up, but not what the answers will be. Because here Lon’s and my answer to otter shifters being like everyone else:

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About Otter Chaos:

otter-chaos400x600Lon Ewing snowboarded in and turned economist Corey Levigne’s life upside down, introducing him to a brand new world. Corey’s still adjusting to a boyfriend who shifts into an otter and raids the koi pond—and now Lon says Corey’s department chair is a werewolf?

Wolves at the university, wolves in the bank—across Lon’s desk sits Professor Melvin Vadas and his hench-wolves, demanding a construction loan for the pack’s new lodge in the mountains. There’s just one little problem: the proposed building site is home to a breeding population of rare fish.

What do wolves care for stupid human rules, an otter who’d barely make a good snack, or one pesky human determined to protect the environment? Once they’re snout to snout with Corey and Lon there’s more than silverscale dace on the Endangered Species list.

Tail Slide (the short that kicked off otter madness)

Fresh powder snow and running water in the Colorado back country call Lon like the moon calls the wolves. Belly-sliding to a good time on the weekends makes up for a workweek at a desk, and meeting Corey adds a whole new level of fun to snowboarding.

It’s easy to slip away for time alone in the woods without raising suspicion, but how’s Lon to entertain himself when bad snow and a worse spill force them off the mountain too early?

Never give an otter a box of Cheerios.

Available from Rocky Ridge Books on October 9th. Find it on Rocky Ridge Books | Kindle | Paperback | All Romance eBooks | Smashwords | iTunes | Goodreads

 

About PD Singer:

P.D. Singer lives in Colorado with her slightly bemused husband, two rowdy teenage boys, and thirty pounds of cats. She’s a big believer in research, first-hand if possible, so the reader can be quite certain PD has skied down a mountain face-first, been stepped on by rodeo horses, acquired a potato burn or two, and will never, ever, write a novel that includes sky-diving.

When not writing, playing her fiddle, or skiing, she can be found with a book in hand.

Find PD Singer on her website, Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Goodreads, or by email.

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Sunday Brunch Blog – 5/17/2015

May 17, 2015 by William Cooper

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Once again it’s time for the weekly Sunday Brunch with ZA Maxfield! This week, we have two awesome friends joining us! Please welcome Jaycee Edward and Helena Stone!

This week’s question is: “If you could write with any author, living or dead, who would you choose?“

***BIG NEWS*** From now on, instead of offering a weekly prize, ZAM will be giving out a $20.00 Amazon gift card so readers can use it for the ebook (or other Amazon purchase) of their choice once a month to anyone who has commented on her blog that month. All you have to do is comment below for your chance to win!

Without further ado, let’s hear from Helena and Jaycee!

StrangersintheNightFSHelena: So, the question is if we could write with one author, living or dead, who would it be? I think we’re pretty much in agreement on the answer for this one, aren’t we?

Jaycee: Most definitely.

Helena: Let’s get the answer to the question out of the way first and then go into fangirl mode while we explain why.

Jaycee: Yeah, because ‘why’ could take forever.

Helena: I think you should name her. After all, you were lucky enough to meet her.

Jaycee: Yes, I was. *dreamy sigh* Okay – our favorite writer lady is the one and only Tiffany Reisz, author of The Original Sinners series, Twitter-Queen, and all-round amazing woman.

Helena: Jealous? I’m not jealous at all that you met her face to face; green is my normal colour.

Jaycee: *laughs* Yes, but there were SO many things I wanted to ask her and so little time! For instance, I’d love to know how she created this entire, phenomenal world. And her characters!!!  Every single one is like The Best Character Ever Written. There is no ‘main character’ – it’s like the Avengers of the BDSM world.

Helena: Exactly. I always have to remind myself she created that world and isn’t telling us about people she knows and places she’s seen, despite the fact that all her characters are larger than life.

Jaycee: I think the thing that really sets Tiffany apart from most other BDSM writers is that her focus is on the emotional and psychological aspects of BDSM – not just the kink.

Helena: Yes, that both impressed me immensely and taught me so much. One thing I’ll never forget is how she has her characters state that there’s nothing wrong with hurting people but you should never, ever, harm someone. That distinction is so profound, and missed, by so many other authors.

Jaycee: Her work taught me that the mental aspect of BDSM is way hotter than the physical. It’s not the handcuffs, rope, or whatever, that makes a scene sexy – it’s the idea that one person is saying, “I trust you to do whatever you want to me,” and then waiting to see what that person’s going to do – that is sexy. If you pay attention, her scenes are not all that graphicly written. The steamy stuff is happening in our own heads as we read between her wonderfully crafted words.

Helena: That’s what makes her so phenomenal, because whenever I finish one of her books I’m sure I’ve just finished one of the hottest books I’ve ever read.

Jaycee: Right? And her settings just seem so real. Like, I want to visit ALL of them, but I’m not even sure they really exist! LOL!

Helena: All of them? What about The Eighth Circle? Would you be brave enough to visit there? To participate?

Jaycee: Kingsley’s club? The Underground? Umm.. Is Søren going to be there? LOL.

Helena: Of course he is. If I went, I’d only go once, so I’d need all of them to be there.

Jaycee: Gosh, I don’t know. That’s a good question though. I’d love to meet all of them. I’m not sure I’m brave enough to submit to Søren though. Makes you kind of wonder how our guys, Callum and Slade would fare at The Eighth Circle, doesn’t it?

Helena: Now there’s a question. I can see Callum trying to tough it out and see if he can’t out-Dom at least a few of them. Poor Slade wouldn’t know where to put his eyes…or himself, but he’d try, for Callum’s sake.

Jaycee: Yeah, Callum’s club skills might be a tad rusty, but I think he’d hold his own – with most of them, anyway. Maybe not Søren, because, well, not sure anyone can out-Dom Søren. And Slade? Ummm… I think he’d be a bit out of his element.

Helena: Callum and Søren could end up having a rather interesting conversation about unconventional practices. And wouldn’t I like to listen in on that one. And I agree about Slade. But if Michael were to be there… I’m sure he’d keep Slade safe, don’t you think?

Jaycee: Oh my gosh! My head is going to explode in euphoria thinking about Slade at a BDSM club with Michael and Griffin and all of Tiffany’s wonderful characters!  Gah!!!!!!  Now I REALLY want to write with her!!

Helena: I know. I wonder if there’s anything we could bribe her with.

Jaycee: Swedish Fish. She loves those. I took her a big bag when I met her. She even posted pics on Twitter.

Helena: *Adds Swedish Fish to shopping list.* Of course, everyone will get an opportunity to find out exactly how Slade fares in a club environment in the not too distant future.

Jaycee: Shhh! Ixnay on the clubsay.

Helena: What?

Jaycee: It’s Pig Latin for… Nevermind. Just watch what you say. I mean, fans know we’re working on the sequel to Strangers In The Night, but we don’t want to tell them too much about Strangers On The Town just yet.

Helena: No, I wouldn’t want to give too much away. But, as anyone who knows anything about BDSM knows, anticipation is at least half the fun. *winks*

Jaycee: *nods and whispers* Poor Slade…

Helena: *frowns* What about poor Callum?

Jaycee: *nods and whispers* Poor Callum…

 

Buy Links for Strangers in the Night: Dreamspinner Press

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Thank you to  Jaycee Edward and Helena Stone for joining us this week!

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Tuesday Teaser with guest author JP Bowie

March 31, 2015 by William Cooper

Welcome to Tuesday Teasers with ZA Maxfield! This week we have author JP Bowie joining us!

Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:

I’ll post a snippet from one of JP’s books with the character names asterisked out.

Your mission is to guess which of JP’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to William at [email protected]. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! I’ll draw a random winner each week. It’s that simple! Come play along… If you guess correctly, you’ll be entered to win a prize!

Last week’s winner is Nenei V! You should be receiving an email shortly!

5216_1188993131499_1428474888_512603_3856363_sHere’s a little bit about JP Bowie:

J.P Bowie was born in Scotland and toured British theatres in numerous musical shows including Stephen Sondheim’s Company.

He emigrated to the States and worked in Las Vegas, Nevada for the magicians Siegfried and Roy as their Head of Wardrobe at the Mirage Hotel. J.P. has been writing gay and erotic fiction since 2008 and has penned 60 titles. He was one of the original organizers of GRL and still likes to lend a hand when needed.

He and his husband, Phil, are currently living in San Diego, Ca.

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HERE’s the snippet:

****** ****** couldn’t remember just how long he’d been standing on the opposite side of the street from the Rockin’ Bar’s entrance, but he was sure of one thing—his feet, hands and nose were way too cold, and if he didn’t grow a pair and get his ass inside, he’d most likely come down with some kind of flu-related ailment. It was an unseasonably chilly night in southern California, one he’d been unprepared for, venturing out earlier without his bomber jacket that would have shielded him from the bitter wind.

“God, but you’re a pussy,” he muttered. What could be so terrible? It was a gay bar—a place he’d wanted to visit ever since he’d arrived in LA, just to see what it was like. Maybe he’d meet someone nice, talk, share a kiss perhaps… Then who knows? There was always a chance it might lead to something more, something he’d been aching for, for a long time, things he so acutely knew were missing from his life. Warmth, companionship, a friend he could open up to, a chance to feel needed… Maybe even loved.

“Go on then…” He took a tentative step forward onto the concrete strip that separated him from what he so desperately wanted. The cracked surface of the narrow one-way street now seemed as wide as the Grand Canyon, and just as formidable to cross. But cross it he must, and when he reached the other side he’d simply push his way through the door and join the throng of people inside. What could be so difficult about that?

****** had been in Los Angeles for only four weeks, but his hometown of Ellingsworth, North Carolina, already seemed a distant place, both in miles and in his memories. He’d wanted to get out of Ellingsworth so badly he could almost taste the freedom it would bring him. When he’d finally cut himself loose from his so-called friends and family, it had been with such little regret that he still marveled at how easy it had been in the end.

After finally making the supreme effort to cross the street, he stood staring at the door of the Rockin’ Bar, closed against the chill of the night air. All he had to do was push it open and he could enter into the warmth he was sure awaited him on the other side. The decision was taken out of his hands when two young guys brushed past him, swung the door open, and one of them, giving ****** a sweet smile, held it for him.

“Th-thanks…” He grabbed the handle then followed them inside.

~ * ~ * ~

Thanks for joining us, JP!

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