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AVAILABLE NOW! CONTINENTAL DIVIDE BY LISA WORRALL & LAURA E HARNER

Continental Divide is now available at All Romance Ebooks HERE and Amazon HERE

WINNER OF THE 30,000 HITS CELEBRATION

WINNER OF THE 30,000 HITS CELEBRATION IS


SHARON SCHOFIELD!!!

CONTINENTAL DIVIDE - IT'S ALMOST HERE!

LAUREL HEIGHTS IS AVAILABLE NOW AT AMAZON!

AVAILABLE NOW AT AMAZON!

GUEST STAR: EDMOND MANNING!

I have great pleasure in welcoming onto the big purple chaise today, an exciting new fellow Dreamspinner, Edmond Manning! 


It always amazes me how many wonderfully uber-talented authors Dreamspinner manage to find and I'm delighted to lie down with another!  Edmond is not only uber-talented and going to give us a snippet of his new release King Perry, but he's bloody hilarious, so you're in for a double treat :)  I shall step back, take another cookie and leave you in his capable hands :)



*** Necessary Background ***Perry and the narrator, Vin Vanbly, met a half-hour ago in a crowded art gallery. They know little about each other, except that Vin was raised in foster homes and Perry is an investment banker. Vin has an unusually strong interest in learning about Perry, so in this excerpt, Vin tricks revelations out of Perry as he tries to get to know the man he intends to "king."
*** Excerpt (rougly 900 words) ***Let's see how he handles some forced intimacy. "Hey, Perry, ready for an art gallery game?" He says, "Does this involve the shovel painting or the onion rings?" "Neither. The game's called Big Secret. We both share something big and juicy, not just 'I cheated on my '94 income taxes,' but a big ugly secret about ourselves that almost nobody knows. I'll go first."Perry's face registers confusion, and he says, "Wait—"I say, "See these tiny, crisscrossing marks right here by my hairline?"I take his hand and guide his fingers to my skull, ignoring the alarm on his face and resistance in his arm."They're from rat bites." He jerks his fingers away and looks at me with naked disgust. Ow.But I can do this. I can show Perry all my love. "When I was twelve, I used to hide in the basement of this one foster home. The guy and his lady neighbor pretended to be married so they could get foster money from the state. His name was Billy. Shitty place to live. Billy's idea of a garbage disposal was to throw food down there for the rats to eat. I would hide from him every third Wednesday of the month, and I thought if I lay still, the rats would get tired of biting me, but honestly, it wasn't a great strategy. Twice, child and family services hospitalized me."With one hand, I draw quotation marks in the air. "Scars."All my love."I know that this makes me seem creepy, because it is creepy. It's disgusting. That's why it's one of my big secrets. This is me showing vulnerability, Perry, and if you look into my eyes right at this second, you will see I'm afraid of you thinking I am disgusting."His face changes as he sees me, really sees. Shit. That was harder to say than I thought. "Your turn," I say, as if I've been waiting for him to speak and my nod is additional encouragement to break his silence. "Something big."Perry looks around us. "Vin, I never said—""Go," I say, adding the slightest urgency to my suggestion. "Do it fast."He pauses."C'mon, something big," I say in a commanding tone. "Go.""I don't cry," he says, the words falling out of his mouth. "I mean, I can. I broke my hand playing softball when I was twenty-eight and I—no, no, honestly, I didn't cry then. I swore a lot. That's mine. I don't cry anymore. I've even tried watching sad movies, but nothing.""Could you ever?""I cried some at my mom's funeral," he says, "but that's the last I remember, ten years ago. I miss her all the time; I just don't cry. I don't know if that's normal."I nod and take this in. Good reveal. I say, "Your mom died when you were twenty-four?"He says, "Yeah.""I'm sorry."He steps back, careful to make sure he's not bumping into anyone, and he glances around to see who may have overheard. The crowd fills in the gaps around us, but nobody's eavesdropping, and the constant chatter around us muffles our conversation. Nevertheless, this uncomfortable turn of events has left a crease between us.I say, "Relax. It's just a game to learn about each other."He says, "No, of course." His face and tone don't match his casual words, a surprised discomfort lingering as he thinks about what he shared with a stranger. But his expression morphs quickly into something else."Seriously, are those…?" His fingers move tentatively toward my skull, and I turn my head to give him free access.He slowly traces his way along my bristly hairline as his fingers tenderly express what verbally he cannot. He pushes over the blond spikes and stops to stroke the tiny canyons in my geography. I've run my fingers over them enough to understand that only the softest touch can fully trace the grooves. Fifteen minutes ago, this great tenderness would have been far too intimate for a first meeting in public, for how little we know each other. But we've crossed another threshold together. His repulsion is gone, replaced by sad curiosity. "Does it hurt?""Now? No. Just looks funky when you notice it.""I didn't see it until you pointed it out.""Uh huh."He presses harder, still in the realm of gentle, as he explores further. I hate it when anyone caresses these freakish souvenirs from a fucked-up childhood, yet I have to admit his fingertips soothe me."Were you scared?""Terrified.""Wait, why were you hiding again?""I hid from Billy, the guy who owned the house. He hated the rats, even though he fed them."I can't explain more than that. I think he's had enough creepy stories for the night.A woman sidles up to the paintings and oohs in appreciation. "People suck," Perry says slowly. "They really, really do."Our new neighbor says, "Excuse me, who did this?" "Richard Mangin," I say, louder than necessary.Perry looks disappointed but nods. His arm falls away, and he takes a step back."Is that a Dalí reference?" the woman asks, a petite blond with dangly, gold bracelets way too big for her slender arms.Perry looks annoyed. I don't mind; I didn't want to get all chatty about me. Besides, it's show time.***Purchase the eBook from amazon.comPurchase the paperback from amazon.comVisit the author website:  www.edmondmanning.com


Thanks for spending a little time with us Edmond and I wish you many sales :)






  

WINNER OF THE ALWAYS HOPE OR LAUREL HEIGHTS GIVEAWAY

YAY!  My daughter picked the winner of this competition and the lucky commenter was Morgana, who has won herself a copy of Laurel Heights!

Thank you for participating everyone and don't forget, you can enter the 30,000 hits celebration and win yourself my entire back catalogue!

I hope you like it Morgana!

30,000 HITS CELEBRATION!

I have almost had 30,000 hits on my blog and, in celebration, will be giving one lucky commenter a copy of each of the stories in my back catalogue.

All you have to do is leave a comment on this post along with your email address and keep your fingers crossed.

Good luck!

FRIENDS... WHO HAS THE BEST? THAT WOULD BE ME!

I know we all think we have the best friends in the world... but I'm sorry to disappoint you all... you don't... I do :)

I spent the evening last night with three of the best friends I've ever had.  The only blight was the fact that we were missing one, but I know she would've been there if she hadn't had to be somewhere else.  That's the beauty of REAL friends isn't it?  It is for me.  Knowing that you can sit down at a table in a restaurant and, even if you haven't seen someone for while, the conversation still flows... there are no awkward silences while you search for something to say and it's as though you saw them the day before... is there anything better?

And is there anything more satisfying than the deep belly laughs only your mates can bring forth?  Knowing you can be as stupid as you like and you're not judged - except possibly by the people at the next table who obviously think you're far too old to be carrying on like a bunch of teenagers.  Although the teenagers across the room don't seem to be having as much fun.

And the joy that can be found in knowing that, even though you're laughing like loons... they don't care if you sit there in silence... as long as you're there.  As long as you're together.  I'm blessed to have friends like that, like the girls I was with last night for my birthday.  And couldn't think of a better way to spend an evening.

Thank you my girlies, Amanda, Michelle, Sam and the absent Zoe, for making it easier to weather the storms and for making my life that much richer and my heart that much fuller.  I love you.

So if you have friends like that... hang onto them... don't let them go... you wouldn't be the same without them.

RELEASE DAY!! LAUREL HEIGHTS

IT'S FINALLY HERE!  LAUREL HEIGHTS AVAILABLE NOW!


Blurb:

A shot rings out in the dead of night and leaves two residents dead in the exclusive, gay gated housing community of Laurel Heights, an apparent murder/suicide, but not everyone is convinced.
Detectives Scott Turner and Will Harrison are sent undercover to dig beneath the surface and discover answers. There's only one problem: Scott and Will are not out of the closet at work. Now they are two gay men, pretending to be straight, who must pretend to be gay in order to stop a murderer.
Will the two closeted officers be able to hide their attraction while believing the other is straight? And is the killer living among them waiting to claim his next victim?
Excerpt: PROLOGUE
The gated housing development of Laurel Heights was quiet in the early hours.The houses were dark and their occupants asleep.Nobody heard the muffled shot that rang out into the still of the night.A shot, quickly followed by another.Shots that left two members of their exclusive community dead.
* * * *
"Where are you going? It's two in the morning."Will pulled his T-shirt back on and raked his fingers through his blond hair. "Early start tomorrow," he said picking up his wallet and his cell. Checking he'd not received any messages while he was otherwise engaged he shoved them both into his pocket, and sat on the edge of the bed to slip his feet into his boots. Will closed his eyes at the feel of soft lips feathering across the nape of his neck, warm breath lifting the strands of his short hair where it sat against his skin, and sighed. He hated this part, the leaving. Especially when the sex had been good, which it had. Ignoring the insistent pulling of impatient fingers at his shirt, he laced his boots and stood up."Do you want my number?""Sure," Will replied, taking out his cell. He moved his fingers over the pad and pretended to put the number recited to him into his contacts. He wasn't sure why they were going through this charade. The man staring up at him wasn't fooled by Will's actions, yet he continued to reel off the numbers. Pushing his cell back into his pocket, Will leaned down, ran a quick hand through curly blond hair, and kissed the offered lips. He pulled back before it could become anything more and crossed the room. Pausing in the doorway he raised a hand, scrabbling desperately for the guy's name and failing, so throwing a lame goodbye over his shoulder instead. At least he had the decency to blush slightly when the cold reply followed him out into the hall."It's Jack, asshole."
* * * *
Scott threw his head back, lost on a sea of sensation as he pounded relentlessly into the willing body beneath him. "Fuck, yes," he cried out when the heat around him tightened and he lost it. His orgasm pulsed through him and he thrust mindlessly, chasing the last of his pleasure. When his breathing had calmed enough to move, he grabbed the end of the condom and pulled out then turned to flush it down the toilet beside them. Club bathrooms were never exactly the easiest places to have sex in, but eyes across a crowded room and all that. Tucking himself back into his pants, Scott gasped as hands grabbed his face and turned him around into a searing kiss."My place?" The grey eyes gazing into his were hopeful.Scott shook his head, his lips curving into a regretful smile. "I'm sorry, I have an early meeting," he replied, softening the dismissal with a kiss. "But I had fun; maybe we can do it again some time.""Ah, so you're one of those guys who gets his rocks off and then isn't interested, huh?" The other man's tone was angry, as he glared up at Scott.Scott's eyes hardened and he pulled himself up to his full height of almost six feet before unlocking the door of the stall. "I'm never interested in some twink who'll let me fuck him before I've even asked his name." Ignoring the stunned look on the other man's face, Scott walked out into the crowded bathroom, and kicked the stall door closed behind him. After quickly washing his hands, he ran his fingers through his short, black, sweat-dampened hair, and then made his way back out into the club.Surrounded by a sea of writhing bodies, Scott looked at the illuminated hands of his watch and yawned when he saw that it was two in the morning. Lowering his head to avoid anyone mistaking a glance for a come on, he began to push his way through the throng toward the exit. Even though the guy in the bathroom had thought he was being blown off, he really did have an early start tomorrow. Outside in the cold New York air, he hailed the first cab he saw and clambered into the back.

GUEST STAR: NATHAN J MORRISEY

Please welcome the Uber-talented Nathan J Morrisey to the chaise...

His latest release is Rainbows All Around Us, so make sure you get your copy!
BLURB:Deeply closeted and lonely, Justin spirals into a depression when he has no one to turn to. When compassionate and sexy Lucas enters the picture, he changes Justin into a confident and happy young gay man. But tragedy strikes when Lucas gets involved in the gay rights movement and attracts homophobic bigots. Can Justin protect his true love? Or will they be torn apart forever?

Set amid the gay marriage movement, Rainbows All Around Us is an uplifting and inspirational gay love story about the difficulties of being both gay and masculine in the modern world, the importance of being yourself, and most importantly, the power of love to change your world.GET YOUR COPY HERE!http://www.amazon.com/Rainbows-All-Around-Us-ebook/dp/B007G1BRTY/ref=sr_1_48?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1330709489&sr=1-48