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January 28, 2012
New Episode of Boxer Falls
Episode number four of Boxer Falls is now up at the M/M Romance Group on Goodreads, brought to you this week by Andrea Speed.
Boxer Falls, a "gaytime drama" written in consequitive segments by a variety of M/M authors, is a lovely, angst and intrigue-filled soap opera over-flowing with hot men with and sexy encounters. Tune in next week for episode five, written by yours truly. The guidelines called for my segment to include the catergories for the M/M group's book of the month selections, so my topics were wizards and M/M/M. I wrote my first ever three-way! The wizard was harder to work into a contemporary piece, but check out my contribution this coming Friday, February 3, to see how I did.
Boxer Falls, a "gaytime drama" written in consequitive segments by a variety of M/M authors, is a lovely, angst and intrigue-filled soap opera over-flowing with hot men with and sexy encounters. Tune in next week for episode five, written by yours truly. The guidelines called for my segment to include the catergories for the M/M group's book of the month selections, so my topics were wizards and M/M/M. I wrote my first ever three-way! The wizard was harder to work into a contemporary piece, but check out my contribution this coming Friday, February 3, to see how I did.
Promo Op
Every week Cryselle at Cryselle's Bookshelf features "A Picture is Worth..." a prompt pic to lure an inspired author to tell a story of between 100 to 1000 words. It can also be a snippet from an existing work. What a great way to get the word out about your book!
She's got two unclaimed pictures at the moment:
One:
Two:
She'll post the author's info, along with covers, links, and blurbs. Take a look at the lovely images, and let your creativity out to play!
She's got two unclaimed pictures at the moment:
One:
Two:
She'll post the author's info, along with covers, links, and blurbs. Take a look at the lovely images, and let your creativity out to play!
Guest Post at D.H. Starr's
Dear friend and fellow author D.H. Starr is hosting a guest post by yours truly on his blog today. I'm venturing out on the thin ice of an author talking about reviewers.
Read post here:
Speaking of D.H., I've been priveledged to get a sneak peek at his upcoming novel, Feed, Prey, Love, a decidely different twist on vampires.
Check out his cool trailer!
I'll keep you posted on the pub date. Be sure to take a look at his back list or both young adult and adult contemporary M/M. And take a walk on the paranormal side with Variant Breed.
Read post here:
Speaking of D.H., I've been priveledged to get a sneak peek at his upcoming novel, Feed, Prey, Love, a decidely different twist on vampires.
Check out his cool trailer!
I'll keep you posted on the pub date. Be sure to take a look at his back list or both young adult and adult contemporary M/M. And take a walk on the paranormal side with Variant Breed.
January 22, 2012
Chirp Chirp
It began two days ago, an indefinable noise that sounded and disappeared so quickly I might have imagined it. I listened intently but didn't hear it again. Hours passed, and once more a faint chirp chirp reached my ears. Outside the rain poured, so perhaps the noise came from raindrops patting against the central heating unit outside the window. I dismissed the sound and got on with my life.
Yesterday I caught the faint traces again of an insistent chirp chirp. Standing motionless in the hallway, I tried to trace the source, but alas, all was quiet. Last night the disturbance penetrated my dreams, my subconsious mind whispering, "Smoke detector battery." Of course! I tuned out as best I could and made it until morning, the irritating warning becoming more and more frequent.
It'd just tested the many smoke alarms in the house (actually, that happens every time I cook). All fuctioned properly, and none spoke up when I asked, "Which one of you is bitching about a new battery?"
And the noise persisted. Only when it became persistent enough to trace was I able to track it to --- inside the guest room closet? Why would anyone put a smoke detector in a closet when there's one in the guest room a few feet away? But the mystery is solved, the detector that a former occupant deemed necessary has been fed, and for good measure, I fried an egg and retested them all.
Oh the sweet sound of security. Hmmm.... do you think only one fire extinquisher per room is enough?
Yesterday I caught the faint traces again of an insistent chirp chirp. Standing motionless in the hallway, I tried to trace the source, but alas, all was quiet. Last night the disturbance penetrated my dreams, my subconsious mind whispering, "Smoke detector battery." Of course! I tuned out as best I could and made it until morning, the irritating warning becoming more and more frequent.
It'd just tested the many smoke alarms in the house (actually, that happens every time I cook). All fuctioned properly, and none spoke up when I asked, "Which one of you is bitching about a new battery?"
And the noise persisted. Only when it became persistent enough to trace was I able to track it to --- inside the guest room closet? Why would anyone put a smoke detector in a closet when there's one in the guest room a few feet away? But the mystery is solved, the detector that a former occupant deemed necessary has been fed, and for good measure, I fried an egg and retested them all.
Oh the sweet sound of security. Hmmm.... do you think only one fire extinquisher per room is enough?
January 20, 2012
Diversion
What happens when drug dealers aren't on the streets but in board rooms, and not dealing illegal drugs, but the goods that stock pharmacy shelves? And what if the good guys recruit a convicted felon to help them stop the bad guys?
The answers are coming March 18th from Amber Allure: Diversion
Check out my "Meet the Boys" thread to meet two unlikely heroes.
The answers are coming March 18th from Amber Allure: Diversion
Check out my "Meet the Boys" thread to meet two unlikely heroes.
The Angel of 13th Street II - Fallen Angel
Whew! It's been a long time coming, but today I submitted the sequel to The Angel of 13th Street, tentatively entitled, The Angel of 13th Street II - Fallen Angel, for publication.
Jeremy and Noah are creating a life together, but after years of solitude and living on the edge, Noah has trouble adjusting to his new life. Especially when his newfound happiness is threatened by Jeremy's imminent departure for college and his mentor's declining health. Add in a recovering meth addict, and who can the Angel turn to when everyone's looking to him for answers?
Jeremy and Noah are creating a life together, but after years of solitude and living on the edge, Noah has trouble adjusting to his new life. Especially when his newfound happiness is threatened by Jeremy's imminent departure for college and his mentor's declining health. Add in a recovering meth addict, and who can the Angel turn to when everyone's looking to him for answers?
Nerd Love at Dark Divas Reviews
Nerdy Otis from A Lie I Can Live With received kind words today from reviewer Crys at Dark Divas Reviews. Here's some of what she had to say:
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Now and then you meet a secondary character in a story you love, and yearn to find out more of what happens to him, especially if he's in dire need of an HEA of his own. Otis Tucker, who was one of Barry's "This isn't Mr. Right!" dates in The Match Before Christmas, really deserves some happiness. Eden Winters has brought him to the forefront in A Lie I Can Live With.
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January 19, 2012
Boxer Falls - A Gaytime Drama
I love interesting concepts, and free reads. Those two have been combined over at the M/M Romance group on Goodreads, and the result is deliciously addictive.
Each Friday a new episode will post. Damon, Ellis, and Poppy kicked off the effort, but in subsequent weeks other writers will put their spin on the goings-on in Boxer Falls. Yours truly is writing episode five, and the plot bunnies are circling. The handsome hunks of Gaytime Drama have rekindled my interest in soaps.
Damon's episode 1 and Ellis' episode 2 have already posted, and Poppy's will post tomorrow, 1/20/12. Head on over to the M/M Group for some hot and steamy reading! Interested in contributing? Follow the picture link for the stories and information on how to get in on the fun!
Boxer Falls - A Gaytime Drama by Damon Suede, Ellis Carrington & Poppy Dennison.
What goes up always comes down.
Peek behind the fly of Boxer Falls, and see what mischief lurks in its quiet streets and secluded spots of a small New England town with a queer reputation. Around here, the family closets hold more than skeletons and the fights are strictly gloves-off. With folks this gorgeous, the feuds are bound to get ugly.
When the wealthy Cotten family decides to turn their country estate into a luxurious resort, the residents of Boxer Falls face an influx of affluent tourists who rub their sleepy little town in the worst ways. Lust, greed, betrayal, and ambition might just yank the town to its knees.
Tune in each week to get the latest on scorching affairs, family dysfunction, and secret desire.
Each Friday a new episode will post. Damon, Ellis, and Poppy kicked off the effort, but in subsequent weeks other writers will put their spin on the goings-on in Boxer Falls. Yours truly is writing episode five, and the plot bunnies are circling. The handsome hunks of Gaytime Drama have rekindled my interest in soaps.
Damon's episode 1 and Ellis' episode 2 have already posted, and Poppy's will post tomorrow, 1/20/12. Head on over to the M/M Group for some hot and steamy reading! Interested in contributing? Follow the picture link for the stories and information on how to get in on the fun!
January 13, 2012
A Review That Inspired Chuckles
Yesterday Out in Print: Queer Book Reviews posted a review of Settling the Score, one that gave me a few chuckles. Reviewer Jerry Wheeler has a lovely sense of humor and -- thank goodness! -- enjoyed the book.
Read the review here:
Read the review here:
January 9, 2012
New Year's Resolution
After giving the matter enough thought that I didn't make a decision until the second week of January, I've finally decided upon this year's resolution. Being a creative sort, I'm steering clear of my usual themes of losing a few pounds or saving money, in favor of something I stand a chance of actually keeping.
So I'm sitting in a Chinese restaurant with my son and, for a country hick farmboy, he wields a pair of chopsticks like nobody's business. Then I chance a glance around me. As far as the eye can see, not a fork anywhere but in my hand. Even the wee ones are using the "starter set" (chopsticks connected at one end.) Somehow while I was on the roller coaster ride towards middle age did the school system start teaching this skill to kindergartners? Here I am, a woman who prides herself on being well traveled, and I can't even master eating with two skinny wooden sticks.
Then my son clicks his chopsticks at me and casually says, "I bought a hand carved pair of these when I was in Japan." Hand carved? Great googly-mooglies!
I attempted to emulate my son when he grabbed the chopsticks from my hand, turned them around and handed them back. "You were holding them wrong," he said.
No matter how hard I tried, it couldn't get the darn things to work! And my oh-so-patient son just had to rub my nose in my awkwardness. "Mom, it's easy. Here... you just go like this." He effortlessly picked up a single grain of rice from his plate. Sigh.
After the self-pitying stopped, determination set in. I will not be defeated. This year, I'm gonna do it, folks! In one year's time I may be able to show my face again at P.F. Chang's and not have to deal with a server's snickering when I actually unroll the napkin to get at a fork. Time to make my kid proud! (Or at least less embarrassed to be seen dining out with his mother.)
So I'm sitting in a Chinese restaurant with my son and, for a country hick farmboy, he wields a pair of chopsticks like nobody's business. Then I chance a glance around me. As far as the eye can see, not a fork anywhere but in my hand. Even the wee ones are using the "starter set" (chopsticks connected at one end.) Somehow while I was on the roller coaster ride towards middle age did the school system start teaching this skill to kindergartners? Here I am, a woman who prides herself on being well traveled, and I can't even master eating with two skinny wooden sticks.
Then my son clicks his chopsticks at me and casually says, "I bought a hand carved pair of these when I was in Japan." Hand carved? Great googly-mooglies!
I attempted to emulate my son when he grabbed the chopsticks from my hand, turned them around and handed them back. "You were holding them wrong," he said.
No matter how hard I tried, it couldn't get the darn things to work! And my oh-so-patient son just had to rub my nose in my awkwardness. "Mom, it's easy. Here... you just go like this." He effortlessly picked up a single grain of rice from his plate. Sigh.
After the self-pitying stopped, determination set in. I will not be defeated. This year, I'm gonna do it, folks! In one year's time I may be able to show my face again at P.F. Chang's and not have to deal with a server's snickering when I actually unroll the napkin to get at a fork. Time to make my kid proud! (Or at least less embarrassed to be seen dining out with his mother.)
