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September 10, 2016
Writing Update
Wow! Has it really been nearly a month since my last post? Sorry, folks, but maybe this news might make up for the lack of posting:
I've just completed the first draft of Reunion, Diversion 6. It's rather rough at the moment, so I'm in the polishing stages. I've ordered the cover art and am not quite ready to create a blurb.
I'd intended to focus on relationships in this installment of the Bo/Lucky saga, but darned if the story didn't grow more plot. So now there is a bit of mystery mixed in. Your favorite side characters make appearances, and you'll meet a few more.
And yes, there will be more Moose and Cat Lucky. I hope to hand the manuscript off to my critique partners by the end of the month.
That said, Fallen Angel Second Edition, the sequel to The Angel of 13th Street, is now in the beta process, as is a brand new book, Broken Wing. Broken Wing takes place in the Angelverse, but could be a standalone, telling the story of Lark, a side character from Fallen Angel.
So look for three releases from me in the next few months. I was planning a total of eight Diversion books, but have decided not to close the series completely--I have too many ideas for side stories, and too much pharmaceutical crime information to let waste.
And there are so many moreways I can torture adventures I can dream up for Bo and Lucky!
I've just completed the first draft of Reunion, Diversion 6. It's rather rough at the moment, so I'm in the polishing stages. I've ordered the cover art and am not quite ready to create a blurb.
I'd intended to focus on relationships in this installment of the Bo/Lucky saga, but darned if the story didn't grow more plot. So now there is a bit of mystery mixed in. Your favorite side characters make appearances, and you'll meet a few more.
And yes, there will be more Moose and Cat Lucky. I hope to hand the manuscript off to my critique partners by the end of the month.
That said, Fallen Angel Second Edition, the sequel to The Angel of 13th Street, is now in the beta process, as is a brand new book, Broken Wing. Broken Wing takes place in the Angelverse, but could be a standalone, telling the story of Lark, a side character from Fallen Angel.
So look for three releases from me in the next few months. I was planning a total of eight Diversion books, but have decided not to close the series completely--I have too many ideas for side stories, and too much pharmaceutical crime information to let waste.
And there are so many more
August 11, 2016
Getting Ready for GRL!
As part of the lead up to this year's GayRomLit convention in Kansas City, I'm guest posting today on Elisa Rolle's site.
Come on down!
And be sure to say "Hey, y'all!" to Elisa. (Yes, "y'all" is both singular and plural.)
How to Go From Anxiety to Anticipation in Six Easy Years (Or Why I Love GayRomLit)
Come on down!
And be sure to say "Hey, y'all!" to Elisa. (Yes, "y'all" is both singular and plural.)
How to Go From Anxiety to Anticipation in Six Easy Years (Or Why I Love GayRomLit)
July 30, 2016
And Aillil and Malcolm Speak German!
A few days ago I posted about Bo and Lucky's soon to be released Diversion (Diversion 1) in Japanese. Now another book is about to meet a new audience: Duet.
So far it is Duet (English), Duo (French), Duetto (Italian), and on August 23, Duett (German). This novel is also available as an audio book.
I'm thrilled that Aillil and Malcolm's story has been so well received!
A uch nicht die Anordnungen der englischen Eroberer können Aillil Callaghan von seinem schottischen Erbe trennen. Er trägt die verbotenen Farben seines Clans mit Stolz und erwartet den Tag, an dem er zum Clan-Oberhaupt ernannt wird, um den guten Namen seiner Familie wieder herzustellen und darum zu kämpfen, Schottland von der Tyrannei der Engländer zu befreien. Ein Engländer in seinem Haus? Ein Gräuel! Doch der Hauslehrer, den sein Vater für Aillils jüngere Brüder angeheuert hat, kann auch dem Callaghan-Erben noch etwas beibringen.
Der Violinist und Gelehrte Malcolm Byerly floh einst voller Angst aus Kent und suchte nichts mehr, als eine ruhige Stelle, kluge Köpfe zum Unterrichten und niemanden, der seine Geheimnisse aufdecken würde. Doch er hatte nicht mit dem Engländer hassenden Barbaren eines älteren Bruders seiner Schützlinge gerechnet, oder damit, dass sich unter rot-grünem Karomuster eine verwandte Seele verbergen könnte. Die geteilte Liebe zur Musik reißt die Mauer zwischen ihren beiden verschiedenen Welten ein.
Aillils Vater gefährdet ihre Liebe, aber ein viel gefährlicherer Feind reißt sie schließlich auseinander. Sie verschwinden in die schottischen Legenden.
Zwei Jahrhunderte später kommt der Konzertviolinist Billy Byerly im Callaghan-Schloss an – und fühlt sich seltsamerweise sofort zu Hause. Die Legenden erzählen von einem verschwundenen Lord, der die Burg heimsucht und darauf wartet, dass sein Liebster zu ihm zurückkehrt. Billy glaubt nicht an Legenden, Geister oder eine Liebe, die ein Leben überdauern kann.
Aber der „Verschwundene Lord“ weiß, was er will.
So far it is Duet (English), Duo (French), Duetto (Italian), and on August 23, Duett (German). This novel is also available as an audio book.
I'm thrilled that Aillil and Malcolm's story has been so well received!
A uch nicht die Anordnungen der englischen Eroberer können Aillil Callaghan von seinem schottischen Erbe trennen. Er trägt die verbotenen Farben seines Clans mit Stolz und erwartet den Tag, an dem er zum Clan-Oberhaupt ernannt wird, um den guten Namen seiner Familie wieder herzustellen und darum zu kämpfen, Schottland von der Tyrannei der Engländer zu befreien. Ein Engländer in seinem Haus? Ein Gräuel! Doch der Hauslehrer, den sein Vater für Aillils jüngere Brüder angeheuert hat, kann auch dem Callaghan-Erben noch etwas beibringen.
Der Violinist und Gelehrte Malcolm Byerly floh einst voller Angst aus Kent und suchte nichts mehr, als eine ruhige Stelle, kluge Köpfe zum Unterrichten und niemanden, der seine Geheimnisse aufdecken würde. Doch er hatte nicht mit dem Engländer hassenden Barbaren eines älteren Bruders seiner Schützlinge gerechnet, oder damit, dass sich unter rot-grünem Karomuster eine verwandte Seele verbergen könnte. Die geteilte Liebe zur Musik reißt die Mauer zwischen ihren beiden verschiedenen Welten ein.
Aillils Vater gefährdet ihre Liebe, aber ein viel gefährlicherer Feind reißt sie schließlich auseinander. Sie verschwinden in die schottischen Legenden.
Zwei Jahrhunderte später kommt der Konzertviolinist Billy Byerly im Callaghan-Schloss an – und fühlt sich seltsamerweise sofort zu Hause. Die Legenden erzählen von einem verschwundenen Lord, der die Burg heimsucht und darauf wartet, dass sein Liebster zu ihm zurückkehrt. Billy glaubt nicht an Legenden, Geister oder eine Liebe, die ein Leben überdauern kann.
Aber der „Verschwundene Lord“ weiß, was er will.
July 23, 2016
Bo and Lucky Speak Japanese?
I've got big news! I'm thrilled that Diversion 1 will be released in Japanese in August. I've been working with an amazing translator and publishing company, and they're bringing Bo and Lucky to Japanese audiences.
I'm a big yaoi fan, and the yaoi-styled cover makes me happy. The artist did a fabulous job of bringing the guys to life, I believe.
I'll post buy links when they're available. Until then, I give you the lovely cover.
What do you think?
I'm a big yaoi fan, and the yaoi-styled cover makes me happy. The artist did a fabulous job of bringing the guys to life, I believe.
I'll post buy links when they're available. Until then, I give you the lovely cover.
What do you think?
July 10, 2016
Love is Love Poetry Anthology
On June 12, 2016, the most horrendous mass shooting in US history and an unfathomable act of hate was directed at the LGBT community in Orlando. The horror of this tragedy reverberated around the world, leaving millions shocked and appalled at the senseless violence that destroyed so many innocent lives.
In a display of solidarity with the victims and survivors of the Pulse nightclub shooting, a group of LGBTQ+ and straight allies, from all across the globe, came together to produce a collection of poems in celebration of love and acceptance.
The resulting Love is Love Poetry Anthology is dedicated to the families and victims of the shooting and all proceeds of this work will be donated to Equality Florida’s Pulse Victims Fund.
In this small way, the authors, along with the readers who purchase this work, seek to contribute to the lives of those who still suffer from the consequences of the malice directed toward them, and offer some positivity and compassion in the face of such bigotry.
Contributing Authors:
AC Benus, Aditus, Andrew Jericho, Ann Anderson, Ash Marie, Asta Idonea, Betti Gefecht, Cam Kennedy, Cynus Eldranai, Darren White, dughlas, Eddy LeFey, Eden Winters, EmiGS Em, F.E. Feeley Jr., Gelybi , Headstall, Jack L. Pyke, Jana Denardo, Jason Frazier, Jay Rookwood, J.L. Merrow, Karina Rye, Kathy Griffith, Kay Ellis, Kaye P. Hallows, Kit Loffstadt, Laura B. Damone, Layla Dorine, Lily G. Blunt, L.J. Harris, L.M. Somerton, Louis Stevens, L.S.K Harris, L.V. Lloyd, Lynn Michaels, Maggie Chatterton, Maria Siopis, Monika De Giorgi, Parker Owens, Patricia Nelson, Pelaam, Petra Howard, Ravyn Bryce, Rick R. Reed, Ruski, Valik and Addy, S.J. Davis, Skylar M. Cates, Star Brady, Steve Baldry, Susan Crane, Tamara Miles, Tash Hatzipetrou, Tim Landon, Tracy Gee, Vicki Tubridy, Victoria Kinnaird, and Wendy Rathbone.
My own contribution, Flight, was posted on my blog a few weeks ago.
Find it here at:
Amazon
All Romance Ebooks
July 6, 2016
Welcome Z. Allora!
Please welcome Z. Allora to the blog today, and sink your teeth into the hotness that is Zack Davis, from her soon to be released novel, Lock and Key.
I want to thank Eden Winters not only for hosting a part of Zack’s story but helping to tame my squirrel speak. When she and I get together we talk a lot about our characters and what their motivations are for the choices they make/made.
I wrote this 11-part backstory to allow a peek into Zack Davis’s life so you’ll have a deeper understanding of why he chooses the paths he does in Lock and Key.
Hugs, Z.
Part 8 can be found at here at Rainbow Gold Reviews.
Part 9
Zack’s ears still rang from his mother’s tirade as she dragged his little brother from their house. She had bellowed, “No son of mine can be gay, therefore you’re no son of mine! Out!”
Jordon’s tears, look of hurt, and disbelief kicked Zack right in the heart. His little brother would be okay. She had taken him to Dusty. Their oldest brother would take care of him, he’d been doing it for years.
It wasn’t a big deal. Jordon would live with Dusty and Zack could still spend time with him. All he had to do was hold his breath for few weeks until graduation. Then he could get a job, an apartment, and eventually not have to hide.
He could deal with that. Right?
Though sometimes living in the shadows exhausted Zack. Especially right now being invisible seemed wrong. It wasn’t fair Jordon was thrown out and Zack was allowed to stay.
He grabbed the box from the back of his closet he hid behind old sports equipment. Making piles of his books and magazines, he stared at them. Ha! Maybe he could wear a button that read I heart BDSM. Or he could wear a T-shirt with Paddles Aren’t Just For Canoes scrolled across the front. Or maybe he could just—
The front door slammed shut. His mother was back. Her footsteps stopped. Did she see the family picture that had fallen off the wall lying shattered on the floor? Their family was now in shreds because of her broken beliefs.
Shit! He should put away all the evidence she’d use to convict him, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to be surrounded by what she would consider his sin. Granted, a part of him he still considered everything he wanted shameful.
She stomped into the bedroom ranting, “We’re going to remove any gay your brother left behind!” Stopping midstep, she asked, “What’s all this?”
For a second he wanted to hide, lie, and do what he had to do so she wouldn’t know. The safety of the shadows called to him. The weight of the vintage BDSM magazines resting on his lap and his Tom of Finland art books in a stack at his feet screamed out what he craved: Bondage, discipline and hot men.
There was still an escape hatch. He could say these were Jordon’s— “I was packing my books.”
“What do you mean yours? Don’t protect your perverted little brother! Thank you for gathering all his dirty smut. Take them to the shredder and destroy them!”
“No.” He stood and stared at her. Resigned to his fate, he admitted, “These are mine.”
“You’ll get rid of them or you’ll leave my house,” she hissed with tears in her eyes.
“Okay, fine by me.” Zack hadn’t expected a different outcome. He grabbed three pairs of jeans and scooped up all the T-shirts he could jam into his knapsack. He grabbed a duffel bag and stuffed his books in it.
She rushed over to his bed and grabbed a magazine. “You’re even sicker than both of your brothers…. Where did I go wrong? How could you want to tie someone up and beat them? What kind of sinful sickness do you have?”
That was the question that bounced around his head for as long as he’d had these cravings. He had no words to give her.
“You’re twisted and disgusting! How can you look at these pictures of men doing this to each other?”
How could he not? It was the beautiful simplicity he sought. He yearned for those clearly defined boundaries that would set him free. To suffer for his Master—
His face heated. He didn’t want to be ashamed of what he needed but he found no words to defend himself as he added his magazines to the bag.
She smacked him with the magazine and screamed, “Get out! Get out! You filthy disgusting pig!”
He snatched the mag from her hand, grabbed his duffel bag, backpack, and car keys and left the house he had grown up in.
Part 10 will be hosted by: http://lovebytesreviews.com
Lock And Key by Z. Allora
Rejected. Heartbroken. Devastated.
Zack Davis wanted to serve only one man, Andrew Nikeman. He was denied because Andrew thought he was too young and because their brothers were together. So Zack crushed his submissive tendencies and focused on being the perfect Dom, giving every sub he played with something he couldn’t have.
After years of denying his submissive side, Entwined’s charity auction “Are you Dom Enough to be a sub?” gives Zack an excuse to get a little of what he’s always craved.
Andrew doesn’t know when his infatuation turned into more, but it kills him to see Zack with a constant parade of submissives. He’d refused to jeopardize his brother’s relationship or become Zack’s regret; however, Zack isn’t a kid anymore, and his brother’s relationship is unbreakable. Now Zack’s popularity and success as a Dom might ruin Andrew’s dreams of collaring him, but he can’t wait any longer to confess his feelings or he risks losing the man he loves forever.
Now available for preorder at Dreamspinner Press. Release date July 15,2016.
eBook: Paperback:
Please follow the rest of the blog tour. You can find the schedule at http://zallora.blogspot.com.
Big hugs, Z. Allorawww.zallorabooks.comhttp://zallora.blogspot.comhttps://www.facebook.com/Z.Allorahttps://www.facebook.com/Zallorabooks
I want to thank Eden Winters not only for hosting a part of Zack’s story but helping to tame my squirrel speak. When she and I get together we talk a lot about our characters and what their motivations are for the choices they make/made.
I wrote this 11-part backstory to allow a peek into Zack Davis’s life so you’ll have a deeper understanding of why he chooses the paths he does in Lock and Key.
Hugs, Z.
Part 8 can be found at here at Rainbow Gold Reviews.
Part 9
Zack’s ears still rang from his mother’s tirade as she dragged his little brother from their house. She had bellowed, “No son of mine can be gay, therefore you’re no son of mine! Out!”
Jordon’s tears, look of hurt, and disbelief kicked Zack right in the heart. His little brother would be okay. She had taken him to Dusty. Their oldest brother would take care of him, he’d been doing it for years.
It wasn’t a big deal. Jordon would live with Dusty and Zack could still spend time with him. All he had to do was hold his breath for few weeks until graduation. Then he could get a job, an apartment, and eventually not have to hide.
He could deal with that. Right?
Though sometimes living in the shadows exhausted Zack. Especially right now being invisible seemed wrong. It wasn’t fair Jordon was thrown out and Zack was allowed to stay.
He grabbed the box from the back of his closet he hid behind old sports equipment. Making piles of his books and magazines, he stared at them. Ha! Maybe he could wear a button that read I heart BDSM. Or he could wear a T-shirt with Paddles Aren’t Just For Canoes scrolled across the front. Or maybe he could just—
The front door slammed shut. His mother was back. Her footsteps stopped. Did she see the family picture that had fallen off the wall lying shattered on the floor? Their family was now in shreds because of her broken beliefs.
Shit! He should put away all the evidence she’d use to convict him, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to be surrounded by what she would consider his sin. Granted, a part of him he still considered everything he wanted shameful.
She stomped into the bedroom ranting, “We’re going to remove any gay your brother left behind!” Stopping midstep, she asked, “What’s all this?”
For a second he wanted to hide, lie, and do what he had to do so she wouldn’t know. The safety of the shadows called to him. The weight of the vintage BDSM magazines resting on his lap and his Tom of Finland art books in a stack at his feet screamed out what he craved: Bondage, discipline and hot men.
There was still an escape hatch. He could say these were Jordon’s— “I was packing my books.”
“What do you mean yours? Don’t protect your perverted little brother! Thank you for gathering all his dirty smut. Take them to the shredder and destroy them!”
“No.” He stood and stared at her. Resigned to his fate, he admitted, “These are mine.”
“You’ll get rid of them or you’ll leave my house,” she hissed with tears in her eyes.
“Okay, fine by me.” Zack hadn’t expected a different outcome. He grabbed three pairs of jeans and scooped up all the T-shirts he could jam into his knapsack. He grabbed a duffel bag and stuffed his books in it.
She rushed over to his bed and grabbed a magazine. “You’re even sicker than both of your brothers…. Where did I go wrong? How could you want to tie someone up and beat them? What kind of sinful sickness do you have?”
That was the question that bounced around his head for as long as he’d had these cravings. He had no words to give her.
“You’re twisted and disgusting! How can you look at these pictures of men doing this to each other?”
How could he not? It was the beautiful simplicity he sought. He yearned for those clearly defined boundaries that would set him free. To suffer for his Master—
His face heated. He didn’t want to be ashamed of what he needed but he found no words to defend himself as he added his magazines to the bag.
She smacked him with the magazine and screamed, “Get out! Get out! You filthy disgusting pig!”
He snatched the mag from her hand, grabbed his duffel bag, backpack, and car keys and left the house he had grown up in.
Part 10 will be hosted by: http://lovebytesreviews.com
Lock And Key by Z. Allora
Rejected. Heartbroken. Devastated.
Zack Davis wanted to serve only one man, Andrew Nikeman. He was denied because Andrew thought he was too young and because their brothers were together. So Zack crushed his submissive tendencies and focused on being the perfect Dom, giving every sub he played with something he couldn’t have.
After years of denying his submissive side, Entwined’s charity auction “Are you Dom Enough to be a sub?” gives Zack an excuse to get a little of what he’s always craved.
Andrew doesn’t know when his infatuation turned into more, but it kills him to see Zack with a constant parade of submissives. He’d refused to jeopardize his brother’s relationship or become Zack’s regret; however, Zack isn’t a kid anymore, and his brother’s relationship is unbreakable. Now Zack’s popularity and success as a Dom might ruin Andrew’s dreams of collaring him, but he can’t wait any longer to confess his feelings or he risks losing the man he loves forever.
Now available for preorder at Dreamspinner Press. Release date July 15,2016.
eBook: Paperback:
Please follow the rest of the blog tour. You can find the schedule at http://zallora.blogspot.com.
Big hugs, Z. Allorawww.zallorabooks.comhttp://zallora.blogspot.comhttps://www.facebook.com/Z.Allorahttps://www.facebook.com/Zallorabooks
Please welcome Z. Allora to the blog today, and sink your...
Please welcome Z. Allora to the blog today, and sink your teeth into the hotness that is Zack Davis, from her soon to be released novel, Lock and Key.
I want to thank Eden Winters not only for hosting a part of Zack’s story but helping to tame my squirrel speak. When she and I get together we talk a lot about our characters and what their motivations are for the choices they make/made.
I wrote this 11-part backstory to allow a peek into Zack Davis’s life so you’ll have a deeper understanding of why he chooses the paths he does in Lock and Key.
Hugs, Z.
Part 8 can be found at here at Rainbow Gold Reviews.
Part 9
Zack’s ears still rang from his mother’s tirade as she dragged his little brother from their house. She had bellowed, “No son of mine can be gay, therefore you’re no son of mine! Out!”
Jordon’s tears, look of hurt, and disbelief kicked Zack right in the heart. His little brother would be okay. She had taken him to Dusty. Their oldest brother would take care of him, he’d been doing it for years.
It wasn’t a big deal. Jordon would live with Dusty and Zack could still spend time with him. All he had to do was hold his breath for few weeks until graduation. Then he could get a job, an apartment, and eventually not have to hide.
He could deal with that. Right?
Though sometimes living in the shadows exhausted Zack. Especially right now being invisible seemed wrong. It wasn’t fair Jordon was thrown out and Zack was allowed to stay.
He grabbed the box from the back of his closet he hid behind old sports equipment. Making piles of his books and magazines, he stared at them. Ha! Maybe he could wear a button that read I heart BDSM. Or he could wear a T-shirt with Paddles Aren’t Just For Canoes scrolled across the front. Or maybe he could just—
The front door slammed shut. His mother was back. Her footsteps stopped. Did she see the family picture that had fallen off the wall lying shattered on the floor? Their family was now in shreds because of her broken beliefs.
Shit! He should put away all the evidence she’d use to convict him, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to be surrounded by what she would consider his sin. Granted, a part of him he still considered everything he wanted shameful.
She stomped into the bedroom ranting, “We’re going to remove any gay your brother left behind!” Stopping midstep, she asked, “What’s all this?”
For a second he wanted to hide, lie, and do what he had to do so she wouldn’t know. The safety of the shadows called to him. The weight of the vintage BDSM magazines resting on his lap and his Tom of Finland art books in a stack at his feet screamed out what he craved: Bondage, discipline and hot men.
There was still an escape hatch. He could say these were Jordon’s— “I was packing my books.”
“What do you mean yours? Don’t protect your perverted little brother! Thank you for gathering all his dirty smut. Take them to the shredder and destroy them!”
“No.” He stood and stared at her. Resigned to his fate, he admitted, “These are mine.”
“You’ll get rid of them or you’ll leave my house,” she hissed with tears in her eyes.
“Okay, fine by me.” Zack hadn’t expected a different outcome. He grabbed three pairs of jeans and scooped up all the T-shirts he could jam into his knapsack. He grabbed a duffel bag and stuffed his books in it.
She rushed over to his bed and grabbed a magazine. “You’re even sicker than both of your brothers…. Where did I go wrong? How could you want to tie someone up and beat them? What kind of sinful sickness do you have?”
That was the question that bounced around his head for as long as he’d had these cravings. He had no words to give her.
“You’re twisted and disgusting! How can you look at these pictures of men doing this to each other?”
How could he not? It was the beautiful simplicity he sought. He yearned for those clearly defined boundaries that would set him free. To suffer for his Master—
His face heated. He didn’t want to be ashamed of what he needed but he found no words to defend himself as he added his magazines to the bag.
She smacked him with the magazine and screamed, “Get out! Get out! You filthy disgusting pig!”
He snatched the mag from her hand, grabbed his duffel bag, backpack, and car keys and left the house he had grown up in.
Part 10 will be hosted by: http://lovebytesreviews.com
Lock And Key by Z. Allora
Rejected. Heartbroken. Devastated.
Zack Davis wanted to serve only one man, Andrew Nikeman. He was denied because Andrew thought he was too young and because their brothers were together. So Zack crushed his submissive tendencies and focused on being the perfect Dom, giving every sub he played with something he couldn’t have.
After years of denying his submissive side, Entwined’s charity auction “Are you Dom Enough to be a sub?” gives Zack an excuse to get a little of what he’s always craved.
Andrew doesn’t know when his infatuation turned into more, but it kills him to see Zack with a constant parade of submissives. He’d refused to jeopardize his brother’s relationship or become Zack’s regret; however, Zack isn’t a kid anymore, and his brother’s relationship is unbreakable. Now Zack’s popularity and success as a Dom might ruin Andrew’s dreams of collaring him, but he can’t wait any longer to confess his feelings or he risks losing the man he loves forever.
Now available for preorder at Dreamspinner Press. Release date July 15,2016.
eBook: Paperback:
Please follow the rest of the blog tour. You can find the schedule at http://zallora.blogspot.com.
Big hugs, Z. Allorawww.zallorabooks.comhttp://zallora.blogspot.comhttps://www.facebook.com/Z.Allorahttps://www.facebook.com/Zallorabooks
I want to thank Eden Winters not only for hosting a part of Zack’s story but helping to tame my squirrel speak. When she and I get together we talk a lot about our characters and what their motivations are for the choices they make/made.
I wrote this 11-part backstory to allow a peek into Zack Davis’s life so you’ll have a deeper understanding of why he chooses the paths he does in Lock and Key.
Hugs, Z.
Part 8 can be found at here at Rainbow Gold Reviews.
Part 9
Zack’s ears still rang from his mother’s tirade as she dragged his little brother from their house. She had bellowed, “No son of mine can be gay, therefore you’re no son of mine! Out!”
Jordon’s tears, look of hurt, and disbelief kicked Zack right in the heart. His little brother would be okay. She had taken him to Dusty. Their oldest brother would take care of him, he’d been doing it for years.
It wasn’t a big deal. Jordon would live with Dusty and Zack could still spend time with him. All he had to do was hold his breath for few weeks until graduation. Then he could get a job, an apartment, and eventually not have to hide.
He could deal with that. Right?
Though sometimes living in the shadows exhausted Zack. Especially right now being invisible seemed wrong. It wasn’t fair Jordon was thrown out and Zack was allowed to stay.
He grabbed the box from the back of his closet he hid behind old sports equipment. Making piles of his books and magazines, he stared at them. Ha! Maybe he could wear a button that read I heart BDSM. Or he could wear a T-shirt with Paddles Aren’t Just For Canoes scrolled across the front. Or maybe he could just—
The front door slammed shut. His mother was back. Her footsteps stopped. Did she see the family picture that had fallen off the wall lying shattered on the floor? Their family was now in shreds because of her broken beliefs.
Shit! He should put away all the evidence she’d use to convict him, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to be surrounded by what she would consider his sin. Granted, a part of him he still considered everything he wanted shameful.
She stomped into the bedroom ranting, “We’re going to remove any gay your brother left behind!” Stopping midstep, she asked, “What’s all this?”
For a second he wanted to hide, lie, and do what he had to do so she wouldn’t know. The safety of the shadows called to him. The weight of the vintage BDSM magazines resting on his lap and his Tom of Finland art books in a stack at his feet screamed out what he craved: Bondage, discipline and hot men.
There was still an escape hatch. He could say these were Jordon’s— “I was packing my books.”
“What do you mean yours? Don’t protect your perverted little brother! Thank you for gathering all his dirty smut. Take them to the shredder and destroy them!”
“No.” He stood and stared at her. Resigned to his fate, he admitted, “These are mine.”
“You’ll get rid of them or you’ll leave my house,” she hissed with tears in her eyes.
“Okay, fine by me.” Zack hadn’t expected a different outcome. He grabbed three pairs of jeans and scooped up all the T-shirts he could jam into his knapsack. He grabbed a duffel bag and stuffed his books in it.
She rushed over to his bed and grabbed a magazine. “You’re even sicker than both of your brothers…. Where did I go wrong? How could you want to tie someone up and beat them? What kind of sinful sickness do you have?”
That was the question that bounced around his head for as long as he’d had these cravings. He had no words to give her.
“You’re twisted and disgusting! How can you look at these pictures of men doing this to each other?”
How could he not? It was the beautiful simplicity he sought. He yearned for those clearly defined boundaries that would set him free. To suffer for his Master—
His face heated. He didn’t want to be ashamed of what he needed but he found no words to defend himself as he added his magazines to the bag.
She smacked him with the magazine and screamed, “Get out! Get out! You filthy disgusting pig!”
He snatched the mag from her hand, grabbed his duffel bag, backpack, and car keys and left the house he had grown up in.
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Lock And Key by Z. Allora
Rejected. Heartbroken. Devastated.
Zack Davis wanted to serve only one man, Andrew Nikeman. He was denied because Andrew thought he was too young and because their brothers were together. So Zack crushed his submissive tendencies and focused on being the perfect Dom, giving every sub he played with something he couldn’t have.
After years of denying his submissive side, Entwined’s charity auction “Are you Dom Enough to be a sub?” gives Zack an excuse to get a little of what he’s always craved.
Andrew doesn’t know when his infatuation turned into more, but it kills him to see Zack with a constant parade of submissives. He’d refused to jeopardize his brother’s relationship or become Zack’s regret; however, Zack isn’t a kid anymore, and his brother’s relationship is unbreakable. Now Zack’s popularity and success as a Dom might ruin Andrew’s dreams of collaring him, but he can’t wait any longer to confess his feelings or he risks losing the man he loves forever.
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May 28, 2016
Flight by Eden Winters
“Stay, don’t go,” they said to him,
“Don’t venture from the nest,Hide here and they’ll never know,Lies will keep you safe.”
And so he stayed behind the glass, longing to be free, With every soul he saw take wing, He mourned what couldn’t be.
He gave someone his heart and soul,And never let him know, For doing so would tell the truth, And leave him so exposed.
Love from afar ate at his heart,And bitterness began, Why couldn’t he follow his own pathAs openly as his friends?
What made their lives worth more than his,That he could never show,His true self to all the world, His longing to be loved?
“Follow your heart, don’t be like me,”An old man said to him,“A life lived by another’s rules,Isn’t truly living.”
“But I am afraid!” he cried,While tears flooded his eyes,To be who he was born to be, He’d have to break some ties,
What would they think? What would they say?If ever he should leave,But staying killed him day by day,His battle to deceive.
Who were they to judge right and wrong? Place their beliefs on him?He who’d tried to get along, Had as much right as them,
To live his life being who he was,And never have to hide. To live and love with all his might,Letting heart and love be guide,
And so he took those first few steps,Though others caused despair, They told him he would go to Hell,Wasn’t he already there?
He turned his face into the wind, To start his life anew, Holding the hand he’d longed to hold,He spread his wings and flew.
“Don’t venture from the nest,Hide here and they’ll never know,Lies will keep you safe.”
And so he stayed behind the glass, longing to be free, With every soul he saw take wing, He mourned what couldn’t be.
He gave someone his heart and soul,And never let him know, For doing so would tell the truth, And leave him so exposed.
Love from afar ate at his heart,And bitterness began, Why couldn’t he follow his own pathAs openly as his friends?
What made their lives worth more than his,That he could never show,His true self to all the world, His longing to be loved?
“Follow your heart, don’t be like me,”An old man said to him,“A life lived by another’s rules,Isn’t truly living.”
“But I am afraid!” he cried,While tears flooded his eyes,To be who he was born to be, He’d have to break some ties,
What would they think? What would they say?If ever he should leave,But staying killed him day by day,His battle to deceive.
Who were they to judge right and wrong? Place their beliefs on him?He who’d tried to get along, Had as much right as them,
To live his life being who he was,And never have to hide. To live and love with all his might,Letting heart and love be guide,
And so he took those first few steps,Though others caused despair, They told him he would go to Hell,Wasn’t he already there?
He turned his face into the wind, To start his life anew, Holding the hand he’d longed to hold,He spread his wings and flew.
May 8, 2016
Dreamspinner Press Anniversary Sale
To celebrate Dreamspinner Press' ninth anniversary, they're giving a 35% discount on books from authors who joined them in year 4-5, which includes Yours Truly!
So, if you've had your eye on Naked Tails, The Wish, Duet, or A Matter of When, now's the time to buy.
And don't forget perpetual freebie, and side story to The Wish: Valentine Wish.
Here's a full list of all participating authors:
So, if you've had your eye on Naked Tails, The Wish, Duet, or A Matter of When, now's the time to buy.
And don't forget perpetual freebie, and side story to The Wish: Valentine Wish.
Here's a full list of all participating authors:
April 27, 2016
Early Musical Influences - Songs That Shaped My Life
Normally I post about early literary influences, but tonight I picked an artist on my iPod to play, only to have the songs bring back quite a few memories.
I grew up on a farm way out in the middle of nowhere, rather isolated, no kids around to visit or play with except my siblings and we were usually fighting. Mom played country music and Grandma played gospel.
Ever heard of Kitty Wells? Wendy Bagwell and the Sunlighters? Those were my favorites once upon a time. Then, at the age of twelve, something wonderful happened to me: I won a radio of my own, probably through the 4-H program but I don't rightly recall now. You gotta remember, I lived in a time when kids didn't have iPods, and even if they'd existed, they weren't necessities so I'd never have hoped to have one at that age.
Anyway, this magical radio introduced me to a whole other world, full of new songs to sing. I'm a lyrics girl. I write poetry, and appreciate words that have been well put together, so when I find a song I like, I pretty much wallow in it until I can sing it, have made up my own verses, and have scoured every source I could find for the story behind the song (which is a whole lot easier with the Internet).
Heading into the teen years, and being a teenager, isn't always fun. Songs filled the void when I needed to say something and couldn't find the words, or they helped me identity my emotional turmoil and move on.
That said, I owe Sir Elton John a tremendous "Thank you." His music has gotten me through some really tough times. My favorite song in high school was "Tiny Dancer" and whenever I'd had my heart ripped out (at least once a week) then I'd commiserate with "Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word." And "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" should be self explanatory.
Bear in mind that I didn't have albums, CDs, or even eight-tracks--I had to wait for the song to come on the radio or sing it to the top of my lungs while shoveling stuff I'd rather not talk about out in the hen house on the farm.
I grew up, moved on, made a life for myself outside the farm. I own hundreds of CDs, an iPod, and lots of other ways to play music. I can even pull YouTube up on my TV and watch videos to my heart's content.
But sometimes, when I least expect it, I'll hear a familiar voice and get swept back in time.
I'll leave you with a song from my past, that I love as much today as I did then.
I grew up on a farm way out in the middle of nowhere, rather isolated, no kids around to visit or play with except my siblings and we were usually fighting. Mom played country music and Grandma played gospel.
Ever heard of Kitty Wells? Wendy Bagwell and the Sunlighters? Those were my favorites once upon a time. Then, at the age of twelve, something wonderful happened to me: I won a radio of my own, probably through the 4-H program but I don't rightly recall now. You gotta remember, I lived in a time when kids didn't have iPods, and even if they'd existed, they weren't necessities so I'd never have hoped to have one at that age.
Anyway, this magical radio introduced me to a whole other world, full of new songs to sing. I'm a lyrics girl. I write poetry, and appreciate words that have been well put together, so when I find a song I like, I pretty much wallow in it until I can sing it, have made up my own verses, and have scoured every source I could find for the story behind the song (which is a whole lot easier with the Internet).
Heading into the teen years, and being a teenager, isn't always fun. Songs filled the void when I needed to say something and couldn't find the words, or they helped me identity my emotional turmoil and move on.
That said, I owe Sir Elton John a tremendous "Thank you." His music has gotten me through some really tough times. My favorite song in high school was "Tiny Dancer" and whenever I'd had my heart ripped out (at least once a week) then I'd commiserate with "Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word." And "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" should be self explanatory.
Bear in mind that I didn't have albums, CDs, or even eight-tracks--I had to wait for the song to come on the radio or sing it to the top of my lungs while shoveling stuff I'd rather not talk about out in the hen house on the farm.
I grew up, moved on, made a life for myself outside the farm. I own hundreds of CDs, an iPod, and lots of other ways to play music. I can even pull YouTube up on my TV and watch videos to my heart's content.
But sometimes, when I least expect it, I'll hear a familiar voice and get swept back in time.
I'll leave you with a song from my past, that I love as much today as I did then.
