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April 26, 2025
Apocrypha of the Knight Shamans Review #GayBookPromotions
SERIES TOUR
Apocrypha of the Knight Shamans series by R. Roderick Rowe
“In Jamari’s time, the Knight Shamans were the glue that held the Elk Creek Tribe together.
In the beginning, the Knight Shaman was mystic, prophet, and wise man. Someone who could heal with a touch.
Before the beginning, there was a boy working to become a man and becoming legend in the process.”
The stories can stand alone, but will be better followed if read in order.
Overall Heat Rating for the series: 2 flames
BOOK DETAILS
BOOK 1
Book Title: The First Knight Shaman
Part One of the Apocrypha of the Knight Shamans Series
Publisher: RWCollins Publishing
Length: 103 pages
Release Date: November 2024
Tense/POV: third person, present tense /alternating POV
Genres: Fantasy, Paranormal, Dystopian, Post-apocalyptic
Tropes: Found Family, Post-Apocalypse survival
Themes: Coming out, forgiveness, fate, coming of age angst
It does not end on a cliffhanger.
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When his people are attacked by other villages, Rodney Knight uses his ability to interact with dead people’s spirits to help his community survive in a post-apocalyptic world.
Blurb
Rodney suffers through his earliest years in angst and rebellion when his father constantly rejects him. He enters young adulthood still bitter over how his father has treated him. Even so, his tribe needs the intervention of their only shaman in the Other Worlds for their very survival. As he acts out his anger, he accepts his duties and learns how to master them from a trusted mentor. Then he discovers that family isn’t limited to the blood ties, but can be so much more.
The San Francisco Book Review gave a nice summary:
“After the Great Quake of 2040, the forested lands and the lives of those in the Pacific Northwest are shaken. With both civil and social unrest still prevailing from the ideas of the 47th president, much of southwestern Oregon has been divided into tribal communities. Rodney Knight, the son of the founder of the Elk Creek Tribe, comes to age and into his own powers during this tumultuous time. At seven, he recognized his first spirits. First, a childhood friend was slain in an attack, and next, a beloved mentor lost during a battle. At seventeen, while on patrol with his unit, Rodney once again encounters a spirit that warns him of an ambush. Knowing that war is inevitable, the Elk Creek Tribe recognizes Rodney as their first Shaman. With advice from his Spirit Guide, Rodney helps lead his community through troubled times and towards the ideals that the founder had envisioned.”
BOOK 2
Book Title: The Second Book of the Knight Shamans
Part Two of the Apocrypha of the Knight Shamans Series
Publisher: RWCollins Publishing
Length: 118 pages
Release Date: March 2025
Genres: Fantasy, Paranormal, Dystopian, Post-apocalyptic
Tropes: Coming of Age, First Love
It is not a standalone story, but can still be read on its own.
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Peter Williams faces a deadly world where the Trumpian government has abandoned the west after a series of massive earthquakes has devastated the land.
Blurb
The great quakes of 2040 led to the downfall of civilization in the Pacific Northwest. Here is a tale of the days of destruction and the survival of one small family that then shaped the future for a thousand years after.
Peter is just one year old when his family is stranded in the wilderness after the quakes destroyed roads, bridges, buildings, and civility. His father and mother struggle to bring him home to their city of Sutherlin through a nine-year odyssey.
Then, at the very gates of their home, they find themselves under attack by the townsmen they counted on for refuge.
Follow Peter, and Wayne and Carrie Williams as they struggle for survival in a post-apocalyptic world, meeting friends and foes all of whom set the path ahead for young Peter to either survive or perish.
The Apocrypha of the Knight Shamans is an entire series devoted to explore methods to break people out of the deep programming that civilization and culture impose on them. In short, when nearly half the people in the United States have been convinced that “Woke” is evil and anyone who is “Woke” should be severely dealt with, this series will not only show how to escape the mind-prison of our culture, but will also offer some ideas of what the human spirit gains in being truly “Woke” as opposed to what the ignorant masses have been indoctrinated to believe.
The works of Don Miguel Ruiz, Elaine Pagels, and references to the Gnostic Gospels are intertwined in this work of fiction to create a new culture, with new values, and new paradigms, thus leaving the old views of the far right behind them and becoming Paradigm Lost.
To be even more clear: MAGA's this stuff ain’t for you!
Do you dare to look at the alternatives a new paradigm can bring into existence?
Excerpt
The Second Knight Shaman
“The President of the United States,” the announcer read in a somber tone, “has said that the West is on their own. Here’s a recording of his statement.”
“We don’t have any resources to bail out the blue states over there,” the Trump Heir said. “If they had any sense and were willing to support my rule, I’m sure we could come up with some support, but knowing how opposed they are to my rule, there’s just no point. God speed and thoughts and prayers to those godless heathens.”
“And that’s the position of the United States government on the western states,” the announcer said. “We’ll pause now for station identification.”
“Be sure to stop by your local Toyota dealer for the extended and extended again Toyotathon event!” an enthusiastic spokesman said as Wayne shut down the auxiliary power.
“What are we going to do?” his wife Carrie asked him while rocking their one-year-old son Peter.
“I don’t know, honey,” Wayne said. “We’ll have to figure out what’s next when we get more information. For now, I think we should get clear of the Jeep in case another round of quakes hits. We don’t want to be in here if it sinks any further.
Ornery Owl's Review
Five out of Five Stars
I read the second book in the series. It gives a good introduction to the story, explaining the events of the first book, so make sure not to miss that part if you haven't already read the first book.
While I enjoy fantasy based on English mythology, it was a welcome change of pace to read a fantasy story rooted in American Indian stories. This post-apocalyptic tale doesn't linger too long in explaining the world's technology. Instead, it focuses more on how people survive in a world that has been so changed by devastating natural disasters.
I couldn't help chuckling at the dig at #45/47's overt desire to become some sort of dynastic emperor. Citizens of what remains of the United States can only expect help if they bow down to the heir of 45/47. However, not too much time is spent talking about that unpleasant subject.
The relationship between Peter and Rodney develops in a way that makes sense. However, the aspect of the story I enjoyed most was the relationship Peter develops with nature and his ability to communicate with animal spirits.
The story ends on something of a cliffhanger. I don't have a problem with cliffhangers. This one provides a good segue for a forthcoming third book in the series.
This book is suitable for older teens and for adults. There are no overt descriptions of sex acts, but the potential for sexual and romantic entanglements between adult characters is not glossed over.
About the Author
Roderick Rowe studied writing in college for several years, working as assistant editor and then editor for his school’s literary magazine. He also spent a term as copy editor for the campus newspaper. He is a gay man and uses this “affliction” to build characters and situations in his fictional work. Rowe has published several short stories and an occasional poem. After ending a twenty-year career unexpectedly in 2015, Rowe decided to write his first novel. “Jamari and the Manhood Rites, Part I” was completed in two months, then he settled in to conduct editing – complete new landscape design with a new Koi pond, a new library built into the spare room in his home, the cleanest his house had ever been – but the editing eventually got completed.
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April 24, 2025
Beltane Anthology Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Fantasy (various sub-genres)
Publication Date: March 31, 2025
The maypole has been adorned with ribbons and blossoms, the bonfire has been lit, and the music is calling you to dance the night away. Join 25 AuthorTubers as they explore the stories of Beltane in the second AuthorTube Anthology.
The magic of SPRING is in full bloom.
Including works by:
Rose Adam, Rachel D. Adams, Aisling Black, Sarah C. Brody, Michael Dawn Brooks, Brandy Bullock, Cassandra Byrnes, Jodee Jean Daniels, S.C. Dickinson, Robert Dorris, C.L. Hart, Katy Manz, Nil ∅, J. Noble, Jenna O'Malley, Kay Parquet, Melissa Power, Alice Reads, Megan Ryan, E.L. Summers, Kyle Thomas, Nicole Ford Thomas, M.M. Ward, Christina Whisler, Sam Wicker
The Beltane Laundress
Contemporary Fantasy, Literary Fiction, Small Town
Ernst Veselá is so mired in memories of his lost wife and daughter that he strolls onto a dark, rain-slick county road without looking. He is nearly run down by Annie Ainsworth, a young woman driving erratically in her hurry to escape her abusive relationship with her child’s father.
Ernst and his son Jozef offer shelter to Annie and her daughter Lizzie. Will the magic of Beltane spark healing in these four broken-hearted souls?
Excerpt
The Beltane Laundress
by C. L. Hart
The rain pounded down on a father and son walking through the tiny town of Honeycomb Grove, Colorado.
“It will be a good Mayday celebration this year, Pop,” said the lanky teenage boy. Tufts of gamboge-golden hair stuck out from his dark orchid baseball cap.
The boy’s similarly built father had graying oxide-red hair and wore a faded red baseball cap. The weary expression on his face and the look of hopelessness in sad eyes the color of a John Deere tractor matched glum words spoken with a thick German accent.
“I don’t want to dim the light in those hopeful hazel eyes. I wish I still saw life with the eyes of a tiger conquering his jungle, but today, I view the world through the eyes of an undertaker.”
The teenager was horrified to see a car barrel out of the fog as his father started across the county road.
“Pop, look out!”
The pair lost their balance on the slippery grass as the son pulled his father out of the path of the speeding vehicle. The battered cherry-red mini-SUV that pulled into the parking lot of the abandoned Honey Wash Laundromat had seen better days. A young woman no older than eighteen stepped out, regarding the pair with eyes like blue marbles peering from behind a curtain of unkempt mouse-brown hair haphazardly pulled back into a ponytail.
About the Author
C. L. Hart, the owner and sole employee of Naughty Netherworld Press and Ornery Owl Ventures, is spoken of in hushed tones. She is an editor who writes or a writer who edits. She is also described as The Mad Scribe of the Northeastern Colorado Plains, The Terrible Old Woman, and The Author That Should Not Be. She is a member of ACES Editing Society, the Denver Horror Collective, First Coast Romance Writers, the H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society, Passionate Ink (writing as Lil DeVille), Regency Romance Writers, and Rocky Mountain Romance Writers.
Ms. Hart shares a home in a remote rural town of 134 souls with her adult son and three cats. Her sense of fashion is best described as Early Twenty-First Century Unmade Bed. This disabled former nurse can usually be found arguing with herself about subplots or rehabilitating eldritch horrors.
When not penning sanity-destroying works of dystopian fiction, Lovecraftian fantasy, or old-school horror with the occasional sweet romance thrown in to upset the cosmic apple cart, Ms. Hart enjoys creating baked goods she hopes will be considered palatable by someone besides eldritch horrors.
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Charmed By Destiny Cover Reveal #GayBookPromotions
COVER REVEAL
Book Title: Charmed by Destiny (Arcane Havoc, Book 2)
Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley
Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations
Release Date: May 15, 2025
Genre: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Trope: Fated mates
Heat Rating: 3 flames
Length: 87 435 words
It is not a standalone story, but does not end on a cliffhanger.
Book One available in Kindle Unlimited
Neither Richard nor Lucas want a relationship despite their attraction,
but destiny already has them in her sights.
Blurb
Richard Marwood has no interest in relationships. After a few awful brushes with intimacy, he refuses to try again. Sex is required for a necromancer to find their soulmate, but Richard doesn’t care. He won’t be disappointed by one more handsome creep.
In the ten years since Lucas Wynnter was summoned from the dead as an inspirit, he has aided his necromancer. Together, they have traveled across the country and stayed in countless rundown motels. But they are out of money. Lucas’s summoner learns that the Marwoods assist abandoned inspirits, and he convinces Lucas to apply for a job.
Although Lucas doesn’t want to be discarded, he does want to help. He shows up at a Marwood casino and, on his first day, meets Richard. Lucas is attracted to Richard, but he works for him. Plus, Lucas won’t be staying. He is building his savings and plans to reunite with his necromancer.
Richard shouldn’t be fascinated by Lucas, but he can’t stop thinking about him. For months they ignore the electricity arcing between them—until Richard’s cousin dares him to take another chance. Should Richard risk humiliation and ask Lucas to spend the night with him?
Lucas is charmed by the awkward invitation, but neither man is prepared for destiny to intervene. Once their souls touch, nothing in their lives will ever be the same.
The following excerpt contains material suitable only for readers 18+.Excerpt
“Huh?”
Richard lifted one perfectly arched brow, and the corner of his mouth quirked. “Did you forget that we’re getting coffee?”
“I guess I did for a second.”
“More like an hour. I didn’t intend to stay that long. Hopefully you aren’t having caffeine withdrawal?”
With a quick glance, Luke ensured no humans were close. “Can inspirits get that?”
“I doubt it, but I don’t know you that well. Maybe you’re a drama queen who’ll pretend to have a raging migraine so you can leave work early.”
“No, I fear stuff like that.”
“Drama queens?”
“No, I can appreciate someone who is good at their chosen craft, even those with a penchant for drama. I’m scared of pretending to have something. What if I accidentally manifest it into existence? I’ve never had a migraine, but they sound horrific. I don’t want one.”
“Me either,” Richard replied. “Best thing about what I am is the lack of pain and suffering. Sorry, that was insensitive. No one ever explained to me whether it’s the same for an inspirit, and by the time the issue presents itself, I’ve been too embarrassed to ask an inspirit directly.”
It took Luke a moment to figure out what Richard was talking about, but when it registered, he sobered swiftly. Unlike necromancers, inspirits died. The real shit part was that no one had any clue how long their lifespan was until they had the first hint that the end was nearing. An inspirit slowly turned to a skeleton before their life ended. One day, Luke would wake with bony toes, and he’d have to figure out how to hide himself until his existence was over.
“Yeah, I don’t know if it hurts. I guess I’d rather be surprised than know beforehand. I’m not usually into mysteries, but I make an exception for that.”
Richard nodded. “Shit, I shouldn’t have brought it up. Please forgive me, that was unprofessional and none of my business. If it was up to me, no inspirit would face death.”
“It’s okay. It’s a part of life. I’d rather have lived than the alternative, you know?”
“Since I’ve already crossed the line, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure,” Luke replied. He’d answer whatever Richard asked.
“Have you heard from your friend? Are they okay?”
Luke smiled. “Yes. Thanks to my first paycheck, I was able to send him some money. I need to check in with him again tonight, but hopefully, he’s saving it like me.”
“You splurged a little. Those are new shoes.”
“You really notice everything, don’t you?”
“It’s a gift. What’s your friend’s name?”
“Foxe.”
“I hope Foxe is doing well.”
“Thanks,” Luke said. “Now, should we decide what we’re going to drink to give us a sugar rush this morning?”
“I’m adding a cookie. I deserve it.”
“No doubt,” Luke replied with a chuckle. “If you’re still paying, I may get a cookie too.”
“What do you mean, if I’m still paying? What about me screams, not a man of his word?”
“I don’t know you like that,” Luke countered, his grin growing wider. “Maybe you’ll dart off and pretend like we’ve never met.”
“It’s ten in the morning. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the casino is pretty empty. People are going to notice if I’m sprinting through the resort.”
“A gazelle cloaked in black. Yeah, that won’t go unnoticed.”
Richard snorted. “A gazelle? Not with these short legs.”
Luke plucked his cellphone out of his pocket and did a quick internet search. “Gazelles reach a height of forty-three inches. So, my statement stands. A tall gazelle dressed in black, bounding through the casino floor.”
The way Richard’s gaze lit up made Luke’s dick twitch. So did his throaty laugh. “Okay, well, this little gazelle promised to pay, and she will.”
“Good, I’ll get two cookies.”
That statement only made Richard chuckle harder. “Don’t ruin your lunch.”
“Thanks for the advice, Dad. But I can pretty much eat constantly.”
“I’m the same. Just ate a bowl of chips? That’s okay, I’ll plow through an entire pizza. My brother is the same way. Once, he went on a date and ate two entire sharing-size servings of mashed potatoes. Plus his steak.”
“I guess Gabe wasn’t any less attracted to him after their date.”
The way Richard’s lips curved would forever be etched in Luke’s memory. It was pure malice and sexy as hell. “Oh, the date wasn’t with Gabriel. But he was there. I made Eric go out on a bunch of dates with random beautiful men to make Gabriel jealous since he was tasked with guarding my pretty brother.”
“That’s diabolical.”
“Worked, didn’t it?”
“But aren’t you the one who warned me it was your mother who’d be matchmaking?”
“Oh, Eric was my one exception,” Richard said. “He’s been in love with Gabriel since he was twelve. I was counting on them being soulmates. Thankfully, we were right. My brother deserves the world.”
Luke didn’t doubt it, but he had to pretend like he didn’t know Eric was destiny-touched. The last thing he wanted to explain was the gift Foxe had given him or how he should’ve run from the Marwoods as soon as he’d sensed Eric’s uniqueness. Leaving was out of the question, and Luke wasn’t foolish enough to pretend that had nothing to do with the growing fascination he had for the man at his side.
About the Author
Jessamyn Kingley has published over forty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary passion for her characters, Jessamyn eagerly crafts new tales and avidly re-reads them whenever her schedule allows. Jessamyn shares a home in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not writing or adding new ideas to her thick stack of beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.
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In Her Sanctum Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Lesbian Romance, Lesbian Fiction
Date Published: March 3, 2025
They’re opposites in the widest degree.
Elise Hahnfeld is the ‘perfect’, obedient, high-performing office worker. She’s been a doormat for so many years it felt second-nature, but she’s growing exasperated at the drudgery of her normal life, her job that’s taken more from her than she can afford to give. If only someone was there to show her a different path, one where the unknown can be exciting instead of terrifying. Someone who could distract her from the mundane. When Elise loses everything, desperation drives her to do something unthinkable.
She gives up control to a dominant woman with a taste of the forbidden.
Sierra Kernan isn’t a stereotypical Mistress. She’s masculine, cocky… and exactly Elise’s type. Sierra is a barber-turned disciplinarian with a body that could turn even the straightest woman into a flustered mess with just a command. Sierra is everything that Elise isn’t: confident, strong, and self-assured.
When their paths meet, Elise realizes that Sierra isn’t the revered Mistress she claims, but a woman with a dark past. Sierra’s jealous twin sister Abi is a toughened mercenary determined to make their lives a whole lot messier.
It’s a delicate dance of trust and submission. Elise is repressing a feistiness that only Mistress Sierra knows how to tame… but who says that being tamed is a bad thing?
About the Author
I'm an indie author, gamer, cat lover and geek culture consumer. I work as an IT technician. I'm creatively-wired and love technology.
I started writing as a hobby, poetry and creative writing, and then I branched out into writing novels. There were a lot of unfinished drafts that never materialised, until I finally found myself, seemingly out of nowhere, writing and fleshing out an entire novel. The ideas flowed, and so too did the words on the page.
Six years later, I have returned with an entirely new direction and narrative style. I focus on writing sapphic, lesbian stories that I feel are often underrepresented in media and especially on bookshop shelves.
Allowing the reader to have the freedom to interpret things in their own mind plays a part in my overall writing style. My writing isn't always black and white, but symbolic and colourful. I find power in writing strong, capable female protagonists.
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Scars of Sand and Soil Cover Reveal #rabtbooktours
Historical Fiction
Date Published: July 24th, 2025
Publisher: Acorn Publishing
What’s left of a man’s soul when everything he loves is taken from him?
It’s 1864, and Gabriel Cooper couldn’t care less about the civil war raging around him. Framed for crimes he didn’t commit, he’s been sentenced to a Confederate chain gang, where swampland justice rules and alligators prey on the unwary.
So when Colonel Robert Tremont rides into camp offering freedom in exchange for fighting on the front lines, Gabriel jumps at the opportunity. He thrives as a soldier, but the end of the war leaves him adrift.
Gabriel ends up in New Orleans, where he meets Simone Livingston, a fiercely independent woman with hidden scars of her own. Kept on a tight rein by her overbearing father, Simone only wants freedom—and the enigmatic Gabriel.
But Gabriel has unfinished business and a mind for vengeance. Will he be able to create a peaceful life with Simone or will his greed and thirst for retribution keep them trapped in a dangerous web of deceit—a web Gabriel fears can only be untangled with murder.
About the Author
[image error]As the quintessential queen of “what if,” Jean Kravitz channeled her active imagination to pen her debut novel, Scars of Sand and Soil. However, achieving her childhood dream of being a published writer was not a straightforward path.
Jean earned a bachelor’s degree in psychology and a master’s degree in human development and aging from the University of California, San Francisco. She went into clinical research in pharmaceuticals, but left her career when her children were born. Then, she picked up writing again, honed her craft, published articles in a small newspaper, and passionately immersed herself in historical research.
Jean has many interests, including reading, gardening, needlepoint, and learning new languages. She lives in Southern California and has a husband, two daughters, and two cats, Lenny and Penny.
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April 23, 2025
Chasing Magic Pre-Order Blitz #rabtbooktours
Not In Use (#1)
LGBTQ, Dark Fantasy, Romance
Date to be Published: April 25, 2025
Publisher: Changeling Press
Love -- and Magic -- find desperate lovers in unlikely places.
Chase: It is a madness that draws Chase to the Louisiana bayou, leaving his sister and his art studio behind. The fact that he longs to strip off his clothes and run naked through the swamp with the wild creatures who live there isn't his first clue that something isn't right with him... but it just might be his last.
A Painter's Price: Jason has studied the Painter for years, but when he finally meets Eric he's not prepared for the powerful erotic feelings the artist provokes in him. His need to touch Erik slowly overrides every other, until there is nothing he can do but surrender, mind, body and soul.
Rythan's Becoming: Rythan knows he must harness his sexual energy and burn through his shell to truly Become an adult. But Becoming also requires the help of his catalysts, a pair of adults he's never met, and water doesn't combine easily with fire and air. Can Rythan pass the final test and meet his Destiny?
The following excerpt contains material suitable only for readers 18+.
Excerpt from A Painter's Price
Copyright ©2025 Kira Stone
This is one fine orgy. The self-congratulatory thought filtered through Erik's lust-fueled mind as he licked expensive red wine off the impressive cock bobbing before his lips. Who his mystery lover was, Erik couldn't say. He had a nice meaty shaft, though. Not terribly long, but wide enough to split a man open. Erik's sphincter spasmed just from imagining the feel of that thick cock sliding into him.
Salty-sweet pre-cum hit his tongue. He gave his lover's ass a slap to bring forth another drop. Nectar of the gods, as far as Erik was concerned. Every man tasted different, and yet he loved them all.
"Oh, fuck me," the man whimpered around his mouthful of Erik's cock.
"Not this time."
The spirit was willing, but the body grew weak. He'd been going at it, in one form or another, for several days now. The need for a long, uninterrupted sleep gnawed at him. He was hard pressed to keep his eyes open. Silently promising to make it up to his lover later, if he remembered, Erik sucked in earnest.
His lover attempted to return the attention. Erik winced as teeth caught his sensitive skin. All the more reason to end this quickly, he decided. At the moment, this man needed more education than he had the patience for.
His lover bucked and groaned under him. It didn't take long to coax him into orgasm. Seed spilled across Erik's tongue in a honey-sweet river. He drank down every last drop, feeling it was his due for the hard work he'd put in.
Under his guidance, the man continued to pleasure him with hand and mouth. Finally a weak orgasm rolled through Erik in quiet surrender, proving he'd been right about his need for a lengthy respite. He might have stayed awake long enough to mumble a word of praise before he lost himself in the warm, dark embrace of sleep.
* * *
A cool breeze ripped through the room some time later. The long brocade curtains surrounding the bed writhed, and the firelight flickered as though it were about to die in its wake. That alone would not have disturbed Erik from his well-earned slumber. No, a great booming voice startled him out of a deep sleep.
"Since you love your art above all else, I hereby sentence you to an eternity of creation."
"What?" Fear trickled through the horrible hangover clouding Erik's brain. Though he couldn't yet see the shadowy figure standing beside the bed through his bloodshot eyes, he recognized the voice. The king's mage was not pleased, and that was never a good thing.
"For the rest of your life, you will produce some of the finest art ever created."
Well, that didn't sound so bad. Painting was, after all, his passion. "Errrr… thank you."
A sneer entered the mage's voice as he continued. "Your creative energies will be your only sustenance. You will not eat or drink or sleep. You will not be troubled by mortal weaknesses except on the one night a year when the price of being the greatest painter alive must be paid to me, a fragment of your inner spirit to be given to a vessel of my choosing. You will exist solely to create… until your soul is empty."
Now that last bit seemed a little extreme. Honestly, Erik didn't know what good his soul was doing for him, but he didn't think it would be wise to go around without one. "Is that really necessary? Painting is all I'm good at anyway."
"Painting… and debauchery. The king has lost all patience with the discord you create among his court with your callous, self-indulgent behavior. Could you not even leave the livestock alone?" the mage muttered with disgust.
"That wasn't me," Erik protested as he tried to extract himself from the tangle of limbs pinning him down. A small corner of his brain wondered again who the bed belonged to, how long he'd been in it, and if his host's largess would hold out until he had a bite of bread and cheese, maybe another mug of wine.
"Not in body, perhaps, but the act was done with your encouragement. You sow depravity into the souls of the good people of this land, leaving a trail of broken marriages and broken hearts behind. The king will have no more of this debauchery!"
"I hardly think all the consequences of the court's questionable behavior can be blamed on me." Erik looked around for his clothes, a little intimidated to be talking to the king's mage without a stitch on. However, every garment he found smelled rank with spent passion. He flipped the bed curtain over his lap instead. "I enjoy a good party. What soul doesn't? That's human nature, not a crime."
"The evidence is quite plain, and the king has rendered his judgment. He left it to me to determine your punishment. After a fortnight of observation, I see the only way to change your ways is to give you exactly what you desire."
Warning bells clamored in his head, but Erik couldn't puzzle out exactly what about that statement troubled him. "Would the king be satisfied if I left the city for a few weeks?" Surely he could convince one of the rich lords in the outlying districts to keep him sheltered and fed for a month.
"Your departure might satisfy him, but it will not satisfy me. From this day forth, you will breathe art, dine on creative passion, and survive as long as your depraved, artistic soul can sustain you." The mage's robes rippled as if an angry fall wind had whirled around him. "As I will it, so mote it be," the mage intoned with an earth-shaking power.
And, just like that, Erik's life transformed.
About the Author
Kira Stone has been around the block…the writer’s block, that is.
From vamps and witches to historical heroes, from futuristic scientists to paranormal corporate executives, from Canadian werewolves to off-world shifters, Kira has written about them all. Manlove has sparked hot and heavy in many of her plots, but Kira also finds a lucky lady to keep the sexy heroes company from time to time. While Scotland remains her favorite place in the world, Kira is constantly in search of new adventures to add to the creative primordial ooze where her best stories are born.
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April 21, 2025
Azrael Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours
Devil's Boneyard MC (#13)
Romantic Suspense / MC Romance
Date to Be Published: April 25, 2025
Publisher: Changeling Press
Sometimes, to find yourself, you have to get lost in the shadows. Are you ready to embrace the darkness?
Zara: My mother vanished without a trace, and no one seems willing to help. Except for one enigmatic figure whispered about in hushed tones: the Angel of Death, Azrael, a guardian of justice who ensures bad men meet their fate. I set out to find him. I didn't count on finding him to be the sexiest man I'd ever met, or falling for him. In his arms, I find an unexpected sanctuary. I should be terrified of his violent world, but he offers me safety and ignites a passion I've never felt before.
Azrael: I live in the shadows, doing whatever I must to protect those who have lost all hope. It's no place for a woman. Then I met Zara. Her fierce spirit and unwavering courage break down my walls. I'll stop at nothing to bring her mother home, even if it means I leave a trail of bodies in my wake. For Zara, I'd do anything, even walk through hell itself. I never wanted to fall in love... but now that I have, I'll do anything to keep my new family safe. I'm the monster who hunts other monsters, the one who defends those who can't protect themselves. Now I need to make sure that darkness doesn't touch those I love, or die trying.
Lose yourself in a world where love conquers fear, and courage fights against the darkness.
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Copyright ©2025 Harley Wylde
I grabbed some paper towels and wet them, wiping at the blood spatters on my shirt. Better to have a wet shirt than one covered in red. When I was done, I washed my hands once more then dried them. As I stared at my reflection, I tried to see my mother in me. I’d never known my dad, but I liked to think I didn’t have a damn thing in common with him.
My mom been dead a long-ass time. Cancer took her slow, gave me time to say goodbye but not enough time to become the man she’d wanted me to be. College educated. Safe job. Family.
“Sorry, Mom,” I whispered. “Didn’t quite work out that way.”
Instead, I’d found the Devil’s Boneyard. Or they’d found me. Stripes had seen something in me. Potential, he called it. Cinder had given me purpose. The club had given me family.
Would she understand? I’d like to think so. Mom had been pragmatic about the world. “Sometimes good people have to do bad things to protect what matters,” she’d told me once, after I’d gotten suspended for breaking a bully’s nose. She hadn’t approved, exactly, but she’d understood.
The men in that alley weren’t good people. They would have brought poison into our town, destroyed lives, all for profit. I’d stopped that. Three lives against how many I’d potentially saved?
The math made sense to me, even if it wouldn’t have to her.
I checked myself in the mirror one more time. No visible blood. Nothing to attract attention. I ran my fingers through my hair and practiced looking normal. Not too hard. I’d gotten good at it over the years.
Before leaving, I wiped down everything I’d touched. The Devil’s Boneyard had friends in the police department, but certain habits kept you alive in this business. Attention to detail. Never get sloppy.
I unlocked the door. The attendant glanced up as I passed, his gaze moving over me in assessment.
“You look better,” he said, voice gravelly from years of cigarettes.
I stopped. “Better than what?”
He shrugged. “Than when you came in. Like maybe you found what you were looking for.”
Something about his stare made me take a closer look. The tattoo peeking out from his sleeve wasn’t just any ink. I recognized the style. Prison work.
“Maybe I did,” I said carefully. “You work here long?”
“Long enough to know when to mind my own business.” He tapped his finger against the counter. “Long enough to know what kind of men come through here needing to clean up.
I felt my muscles tense, ready for trouble. “That right?”
He nodded toward my cut. “Devil’s Boneyard. You boys do good work. Kept my sister’s kid off the shit when the Undead Serpents were running it through here. I respect that.”
I relaxed slightly. “Just doing what needs doing.”
“Heard there’s new players moving in. Minions or some shit.” He spat into a cup beside the register. “Bad news, those boys. No respect.”
“No respect,” I agreed. “And not long for this world if they keep pushing.”
He nodded, understanding passing between us. “Good hunting, brother.”
I pushed open the door, night air cool against my face. The town spread out before me, lights glittering in the darkness. Most people out there had no idea what happened in the shadows to keep them safe. They didn’t know about men like me, or the lines we crossed so they wouldn’t have to.
That was fine. Let them sleep easy. I’d carry the weight of what I’d done tonight. Add it to all the rest. It wasn’t a burden anymore -- just the price of the life I’d chosen.
I started my bike and pulled onto the empty street. The compound waited, and after that, more work to be done. The town needed cleaning, and I was just getting started.
I rolled through the gates of the Devil’s Boneyard compound just past midnight, the tension easing from my shoulders as I passed under the skull-adorned archway. Home. Or the closest thing to it I’d had in years. Floodlights illuminated the lot where dozens of bikes stood in neat rows, chrome glinting like scattered stars. Two Prospects snapped to attention as I pulled up.
“They’re waiting for you,” one of them said, not meeting my eyes directly. Smart kid. He’d learn the rules fast enough -- never look too eager, never too scared. Balance was everything in this life. After the shit we’d dealt with, we’d cracked down on the rules when bringing in Prospects. Too many rotten apples.
“How long they been in there?” I asked.
“‘Bout an hour. Stripes came in with news from town, then Samurai showed up. Charming’s still in his office.”
I nodded and headed for the clubhouse. The two-story building had been renovated recently. Now it was somewhere between a fortress and headquarters.
The heavy door opened to the sound of classic rock and the smell of whiskey, smoke, and leather. Our main room sprawled before me, all exposed brick and worn hardwood floors. The long bar against the far wall gleamed with decades of polishing. Trophy pipes and old photos covered the walls, history and legacy looking down on each new generation.
Three of my brothers played pool in the corner, their laughter cutting through Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Simple Man” pumping from the speakers. A couple of club girls lounged on the couches, one stretching like a cat as I walked in. She smiled, inviting. I gave her a nod but kept moving. Business first.
Stripes and Samurai sat at the bar, hunched over amber-filled glasses, their heads close in conversation. Stripes spotted me first.
“The hunter returns,” he said, his Russian accent thick as always. “Was beginning to think you’d fallen into trouble, brother.”
I slid onto the stool beside him. “Takes more than a few Minion punks to cause me trouble.”
The Prospect behind the bar, Harland, had a glass of Jack in front of me before I could ask. Smart kid. I took a long swallow, the burn a welcome friend after the night’s work.
“You find what Charming sent you for?” Samurai asked, his voice quiet.
“Found it and handled it.” I set my glass down. “Three of them doing a weapons exchange in the alley behind Murphy’s. High-end stuff -- Glocks, AR-15s, quality ammo. Not street-level shit. Bag is on my bike.”
Stripes whistled low. “They’re arming for war, then.”
About the Author
Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC Romances. With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde immerses her readers in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible women. Her works exude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still managing to end on a satisfying note each time.
When not crafting her tales, Wylde spends her time brainstorming new plotlines, indulging in a hot cup of Starbucks, or delving into a good book. She has a particular affinity for supernatural horror literature and movies. Visit Wylde's website to learn more about her works and upcoming events, and don't forget to sign up for her newsletter to receive exclusive discounts and other exciting perks.
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Book Title: Late Bloomer Baby Boomer: A Collection of Humorous Essays About Being Gay Back in the Day and Finally Finding My Way
Author and Publisher: Steve Milliken
Release Date: December 2022
Genres: Memoir/Biography
Tropes: Self-discovery through humor, finding identity, acceptance, and resilience by laughing through life’s absurdities.
Themes: Finding humor as a gay Baby Boomer – Because the coming-out process never really ends, and it’s best to laugh along the way.
Heat Rating: 2 flames
Length: 66 000 words/228 pages
It is a standalone non-fiction book.
Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited
Laugh-out-loud stories about coming out, coming of age, and coming to terms with myself—finally!
Blurb
What happens when the class clown embraces his truth, becomes a teacher, and takes on the absurdities of life? Hilarity ensues.
In LATE BLOOMER BABY BOOMER: A Collection of Humorous Essays About Being Gay Back in the Day and Finally Finding My Way, Steve Milliken delivers a laugh-out-loud memoir packed with sharp wit, self-deprecating humor, and occasional bursts of wisdom. With the observational humor of David Sedaris and the candid charm of Augusten Burroughs, these essays explore self-discovery, urban teaching misadventures, and the hilarity of navigating adulthood as a gay baby boomer.
Spoiler: It’s a parade of pitfalls, pratfalls, and punchlines.
Review Quote:
"Delivers great sendups of the gay dating scene... impressive comedic timing. Each essay is short and snappy... A wide-ranging collection driven by humor and insight." — Kirkus Reviews
Excerpt 1: From "Introduction"
“Some people ask me, ‘Steve, who's the target audience for your book?’
And I tell them:
‘My book is for anyone who is gay, knows someone who's gay, or someone who is NOT gay but would like to be! Or… a straight guy who’s had a gay experience—like wearing a belt that matches his shoes.’”
“Back in my distant youth, I pursued a career as an actor, but the problem with acting for me was that I was a comic character actor trapped in a leading man's body. If Rodney Dangerfield and Grace Kelly had a baby, that would have been me.
But to be honest, I never wanted to be rich and famous… and so far, that’s working out great! Not really…”
Excerpt 2: From "Epistolary Possibilities for a New Year"
“After not working out for a month, I arrived at the gym only to realize my gym bag had turned into a mildew science project thanks to a rogue water bottle. Unfortunately, I discovered this catastrophe only after I'd stripped down in the locker room. I panicked, naturally, but I was too far gone to turn back. I had no choice but to wear my stinky clothes.”
“Now, I’m not religious, but in moments like these, I consider a higher power. I clutched my hands together and said a novena to the patron saint of putrid smells: ‘Our Lady of Sacred Stench, please help me now.’”
“Once on the gym floor, I tried to keep a safe distance from everyone. But when someone got too close, I’d suddenly dash to another part of the gym for no apparent reason. I’d seen my cat do this, so it seemed worth a try…”
Excerpt 3: From "Bitch Ass Snitch"
“One day, I ‘snitched’ to the Dean about a student of mine who had tagged his desk with a box cutter blade. The next day, when he came back, in front of the whole class, he called me a ‘bitch ass snitch’ and ran out of the classroom.
Later that day, in the staff parking lot, I discovered someone had vandalized my car.”
‘Gee, I wonder who that could have been?’
Of course, I came to one conclusion… ‘Karma's a bitch… for a bitch ass snitch!’”
Excerpt 4: From "Changing Closets"
“Originally, I was in the closet for being gay… but now I'm in the closet about my age.
To counter the effects of aging, I’ve reluctantly adhered to diet and exercise mandates. I even tried becoming a vegetarian… although not a strict one.
Occasionally, I’d eat chicken, fish, and ass. I’m kidding, I kid. I didn’t eat chicken…”
About the Author
Steve Milliken, a native Californian who never left—thanks to a rent-controlled Santa Monica apartment—is a writer, humorist, and recovering class clown who has spent a lifetime finding the comedy in life’s quirks and curveballs. A gay baby boomer with a knack for self-deprecating wit, he’s been an inner-city teacher, a reluctant adult, and an expert in the fine art of laughing at himself.
In LATE BLOOMER BABY BOOMER: A Collection of Humorous Essays About Being Gay Back in the Day and Finally Finding My Way, Steve shares sharp, heartfelt, and laugh-out-loud stories about coming out, inner-city teaching, and navigating life one misadventure at a time. His writing has been compared to the observational humor of David Sedaris and the candid storytelling of Augusten Burroughs.
When he’s not finding the humor in everyday life, Steve creates and shares short comedy videos online based on excerpts from his book, proving that some stories are best told with a punchline… and good lighting.
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Guest Post1. Tellus a little about yourself and your writing goals.
Myname is Steve Milliken, and my first and only book, LateBloomer Baby Boomer,was 20 years in the making. I’m a former class clown turned highschool English teacher in the inner city who finally channeled mylove of storytelling—and a lifetime of procrastination—into apublished book. Think of me as the guy who always made the classlaugh (and the principal sigh), but also the guy who handed in hishomework a couple of decades late. My goal is to offer stories thatare funny, relatable, and remind people it’s never too late tofigure yourself out. Making people laugh is my passion, so this bookis an extension of that.
2. Fiveor ten things I learned while writing this book
Humor is a powerful healing tool.
Sometimes laughter says what tears can't—and it reaches people faster.
It’s okay to cringe at your past. It means you’ve grown.
Growth isn't always graceful, but it's usually funny in hindsight.
“Coming out” doesn’t have an expiration date.
Identity isn’t a one-time announcement—it’s an ongoing evolution.
Gay history isn’t just about Stonewall—it’s about the quiet, cringey, and hilarious stories too.
The personal is political… and often ridiculous.
Nostalgia and humor make a potent combo.
Looking back is easier when you're laughing while you do it.
This was the book I needed years ago. I hope it finds someone who needs it now.
Sometimes you write the thing you wish someone had handed you earlier.
My stand-up background helped me shape each essay like a set.
Every piece had a rhythm: setup, build, punchline—and occasionally, a mic drop.
Editing your life is hard. So is keeping a straight face while doing it.
Memoir is emotional excavation with a laugh track.
I hoped the humor would land on the page—and was surprised how much emotional truth snuck in with it.
Turns out, jokes and feelings are often seatmates.
My old students probably deserve royalties….
3. Whatwas the most difficult part of writing this book? Why?
The hardestpart was writing honestly about two very different—but equallypersistent—forms of denial: the closeted kid who thought “straight”was a believable costume, and the adult who thought his drinkingwasn’t a problem—as long as the jokes kept landing. Writing aboutmy younger self felt like emotional time travel with a side ofwhiplash and heckling. (And yes, I was heckling myself.)
Revisitingthose moments through a more honest, present-day lens confirmed whatI’ve known for years: coming out isn’t a one-time event—it’sa lifelong process. And somehow, writing about it deepened myself-acceptance even more.
If I can’town the cringe, I can’t own the growth.
Humor helped mesurvive it then—and now, it helps me make sense of it all.
4. Fiverandom facts about this book
The book took decades to live and 20 years to write.
My early stand-up career shows in the rhythm of every paragraph—even the heartfelt ones.
The title Late Bloomer Baby Boomer came to me while eating a bran muffin. Fiber inspires.
I compare liposuction to childbirth—more than once.
There’s a fart machine involved. Yes, really.
5. Fivepersonalities from the book
Me, Myself & I – The core trio in this memoir. I narrate, I reflect, and usually only one of us gets to talk at a time. (You're welcome.)
Young Me – Funny and well-dressed (Thanks, Mom!), desperate to fit in—and even more desperate to stand out. The class clown with a Barbie obsession and a Barbie-shaped hole in his soul.
The Closeted College Student – Joined a fraternity for the brotherhood, the bonding, and the belief that straightness was contagious. (Spoiler: it wasn’t.)
The Comedy Performer – I’d been performing long before I ever set foot on a stage—playing it straight, playing it funny, and trying to look like I had it all together. I didn’t lose my manginity until my mid-twenties, which tells you everything you need to know about how “together” I really was. Yes, that’s a word. Yes, it’s in the book.
The High School Teacher – Picture a three-ring circus of whiteboards, chaos, and curriculum! Now put the former class clown—turned teacher—in charge as the ringmaster. Equal parts sarcasm and survival mode, I juggled lessons, tamed students, and always found the funny.
6.Elaborate on the inspiration for the book
Iwrote this book because humor is contagious—and I’m trying tostart an epidemic! It’s how I’ve always processed life:connecting the dots, cracking jokes between the trauma, and turningpain into punchlines. Basically, therapy with spit takes and noco-pay. And let’s be honest—if your memoir doesn’t include afart machine, what are we even doing?
7.Elaborate on your writing style
It’sa mix of memoir and comedy club. My style is part stand-up, partstorytelling, and part cleverly candid commentary. I aim forlaugh-out-loud moments with occasional bursts of wisdom. I usereal-life absurdity, punchlines, and random left turns intovulnerability. If David Sedaris had a slightly more unpredictable,verbose gay cousin, I’d like to think I’m him. It’slaugh-out-loud humor with heart—and just enough delightfulderailments to keep things interesting.
8.Things you edited out of this book, or that were originally plannedbut changed once you started writing
Editingis the grown-up version of putting away your favorite toys. Painful,but necessary. I had to part ways with a few essays I loved—somewere too niche, too weird, or just didn’t play nicely with others.Some cuts were necessary because they didn’t serve the largerstory… or served a little too much—like one piece best describedas “emotionally chaotic with hints of gastrointestinal distress,”which I once considered a colon humor classic. It might resurfacesomeday—possibly in therapy, with a very open-minded therapist….
9. Whatis your advice for new writers?
Don’twait for inspiration—it’s lazy and has a terrible work ethic.Write every day, even if it’s just a paragraph or a grocery listthat spirals into a monologue. The first draft is just you shovelingsand into a sandbox—the real magic happens when you start shapingit into a castle. Don’t fear rejection; every “no” gets youcloser to the right “yes.” Even Stephen King’s first novel wasrejected 30 times, and he still turned out okay… if by “okay”you mean global domination through nightmares. And if you need toretreat into a blanket fort now and then, make sure it has Wi-Fi,fizzy drinks, and salty snacks—creativity needs fuel.
10. Ifyou had access to a time machine just once, is there anything you'dgo back and change?
Iwouldn’t erase the awkward evolution—it’s what brought me here.But I’d definitely ditch the detour into alcoholism. Recovery gaveme gifts I’m deeply grateful for, but I lost too many years toself-loathing, fear, and trying to be someone I wasn’t. I’d goback and find that closeted, confused kid and say, “You’re notbroken. You’re scared—and that’s okay. But life gets so muchbetter when you stop pretending. Also: Invest in Amazon. Trust me.”
11. Ifyou could choose any superpower or magical ability, what would it beand why? What would you do with it?
Thepower to instantly recharge energy. Forget super strength—I wantsuper stamina for writing, aging gracefully, and pretending tounderstand cryptocurrency without a nap.
12. Ifyou could go anywhere in the world, all expenses paid, where wouldyou go, who would you take with you, and why?
I’mnot well-traveled, but people keep telling me it’s time to venturebeyond my comfort zone… so I’m thinking Death Valley in thesummer or Antarctica in the winter. I’ve also heard there’s aGroupon for a boat trip down the Congo River—complete with optionalcannibal engagement and a Marlon Brando impersonator mumbling “Thehorror.”
My friendstend to be squeamish, so I’d probably go solo.
As far asdescents into madness go, I’ve faced greater horrors—liketeaching high school English in the inner city. It’s all in mybook….
13. Ifyou were stranded on a desert island, what three things (or people)would you want there with you?
A waterproof copy of my book, Late Bloomer Baby Boomer—If I’m going to be stranded, I’d rather be entertained by previous misadventures than counting on conversations with coconuts.
A shirtless Chris Hemsworth lookalike who reinvented himself as a wilderness survivalist—and is surprisingly great at both fire-starting and emotional intimacy. Listen, I’m not proud—but I’m also not trying to build a shelter with just sunscreen and anxiety.
A fart machine—for morale. Nothing lifts your spirits like juvenile colon humor echoing across the island at sunset.
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Ornery Owl's Review
Five out of Five Stars
Reading this book feels like having coffee with a new friend. By the end of the book, you're hoping this new friend will be a forever friend because he lifts your spirits with his funny, crazy, and sometimes saucy stories.
The book addresses adult issues, and the stories are a bit bawdy at times, but there is nothing overly explicit in these essays. If I had a gay son in his late teens, I wouldn't have a problem with him reading this book to learn about what it was like to grow up gay back in the day. The fact that gay youth today still face many of the same struggles is both confounding and astounding.
I have a straight son in his thirties, and I will suggest that he read the book next time he feels a bit grouchy and out of sorts. I recommend this book for adults of any sexual orientation who enjoy a good laugh.
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Poetry, Art
Date Published: 10-14-2024
Publisher: Infinite Heart Publications
The Timeless Dance of Love and Devotion
These poetic verses explore the timeless and transcendent nature of love, where beauty and devotion surpass the boundaries of time and space. The writer evokes a cosmic connection between two souls, celebrating love as an eternal, infinite force that binds them together in a dance of passion and unity.
About the Author
Lark enjoys being a hermit and staying out of the limelight.
He has been know to accidentally bodysurf with turtles at play.
He leaves them alone and they leave him alone.
Everyone’s happy.
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A Plea For Respect: Continental Songs And British Attitudes
POP MUSIC /Ethnomusicoligy
The Eurovision Song Contest holds a unique place in the history of modern Europe.
The yearly pan-European soiree has developed into a phenomenon that is now far more than a mere song festival,
Unveiling the beauty and diversity of Europe's most iconic music event - The Eurovision Song Contest.
The Eurovision Song Contest has grown to become a great European tradition and holds a unique place in the history of modern Europe.The yearly pan-Eurpean soiree has developed into a phenomenon that is now far more than a mere song festival.Its stage has been graced by Europe`s greatest artistes and its songs written by some of the continent`s most respected song writers yet there still exists negative attitudes towards it in Britain where the Contest is often portrayed as of little aesthetic value .A more indepth study shows that it is far from a parade of glitz and banal lyrics.Through this book we delve into the background and history into which many of its entries had their roots and examine why it has been maligned so much in Britain and how certain attitudes have taken root particularly in the U.K as well as taking a closer look at notable entries throughout its history.We travel on a journey through the plethora of artistes, songs and events that have made up the Contest and site the reasons why it should be regarded as quality culture and merit respect.
About the Author
Steve Kerr was brought up in the pleasant seaside town of Broughty Ferry in North East Scotland. He spent part of his teenage life in Glamis Castle, home to Macbeth and the Queen Mother, reputed to be the most haunted house in Scotland! He later worked and studied in London, he also lived in Spain, Hungary and for a number of years, Greece and worked as a lecturer in Yorkshire.
Steve's interest in writing came from the early 1970s when his somewhat unconventional English teacher encouraged his creativity. His creativity and imagination went back however to childhood when he would create stories and draw them in a series of pictures. He has always had a strong interest in History and music. As a teenager he composed many songs but never met with success his creative abilities were slowly channeled into writing books.His first Novel " A Cafe In Arcadia",about life in an insular Greek town, was published in 2014. He had already published " The Christmas Tree Of Tales " in 2013 under the name S R Kerr..In 2021 he published another novel "The Winding Streets Of Kolonaki" set in Athens.
He counts a love of music in his interests as well as travel and reading. He has travelled extensivly to places as diverse as Pakistan and Peru and hopes to visit Japan, Hong Kong and the USA in the near future.
Growing up next to the beach on the River Tay in his home town was a a major influence on him as was living in a castle. He was always interested in anthropology and visiting other countries where he often immersed himself in their culture. Places he visited and lived in inspired much of his writing, as did his interest in psychology, people watching. He worked as a lecturer, tutor, journalist ,civil servant in London where at a point he shared a house with the group The Test Department.
He is at the moment working on three other books
1) Eurovision, A plea for respect (continental songs and British attitudes)
2)The afternoons of Sanjay Bassinger
3)It Came Upon One Christmas Eve.
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