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Guest Male Stripper Justin Whitfield and book giveaway

I had so much fun interviewing Justin on the purple crushed velvet couch at Love, Lust and Laptops that I dragged him over here. Justin is the  c0-author with Taylor Cole of ‘Take It Off – The Naked Truth About Male Strippers.’

Justin provided an author photo and I have to say it is the best author photo I’ve ever seen. Brace yourselves ladies.

Justin is the guy in the jeans.

Justin Whitfield has a diverse background, he has graduated from the University of Texas with a Bachelor’s in Economics & Finance. He holds a former title of Mr. All-Natural Southwest U.S.A. and is a fitness model with numerous magazines. Justin is also an entrepreneur; owning his own sports bar in Houston called “The End Zone”. He has worked at male review clubs all over the U.S., in a span of twenty years and he is currently a Caveman model for Ellora’s Cave.

Hang around to the end of the post to read more about Justin’s new book and to see how to be in the running for a double book giveaway.

Lillian: I know that you tried out as an amateur when you were nineteen but I do wonder how you knew what to do. Had you scoped some clubs before or did you just make it up?

Justin: I was in college and bar backing at a topless club on the weekends. They had tryouts for male dancers and I tried out. Literally, having been with one girl in my life at this point, I was clueless. I was hired for the roadshows and all the girls kept telling me to go to LaBare and tryout. I did a few shows before I tried out at the club.

Lillian:  Ladies love men who dress up. What sorts of costumes have you worn and what got the best response. Have you ever had a costume or a routine that was an epic fail?

Justin: I’ve played, on stage, a cop, mechanic, zombie, cowboy, devil, demon, nerd, Tarzan, Rocky (yes, the movie character!) , doctor, GQ’D , vampire, the list goes on and on….my biggest Success was playing a cowboy and my main act was “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” which lead into Will Smiths “Wild Wild West” where up to 6 of us would dance a choreographed dance.

My biggest failure was when I started at the club, I tried to jump on the Rico Suave band wagon. Horrible outfit and dancing!

Lillian: I had to Google Rico Suave to get the Aussie translation and yeah, no, not good. Cowboy is sexy though. LOL

How do you go about choosing a stage name?

Justin: I used to dance by Franco but switched clubs and they already had a Franco. I used something as country as I could think of, hence Justin.

Lillian:  What was the most surprising thing you discovered once you finally got hired?

Justin: How crazy women can act!

Lillian: Us, crazy? Never. LOL.

How do you go about selecting music to dance to and where do you get the moves from?

Justin: You learn your moves from watching and practicing. Each guy hones his natural talents. If a guy cannot dance a lick, he learns to strut onstage very well.  It can work for some. Not most, though.

Lillian: Have you ever had a wardrobe malfunction, or has anyone you know had one, where the clothes just won’t come off? How do you cope with that?

Justin: Yes, many times. In my second book we have a chapter on funny mishaps, like how one in a hundred shirts ripped on stage has a malfunction and you cannot tear it off. Tearaways that do not tear. One guy used to light his dick on fire, well, the banana part of the thong and it burned his pecker.

Lillian: I know it’s wrong but no matter how many times I read that I laugh. I would so love to use that scene in a book.

Do you ever get strange requests? What is the weirdest thing someone has wanted you to do?

Justin: Have sex with his wife while he watched. No, I didn’t. Lol.

Lillian: Having read your book it seems the guys behave a lot like a sporting team, all there for one another and enjoying breaking in the new guy. So, does what happen on tour stay on tour? Have you had any of your colleagues react negatively to the book?

Justin: I don’t think any of them have read it, lol. Yes, very much the same as a team locker room. That is the motto. (Stay on the tour)

Lillian: I know you have done a lot of trips, so what was the best place you ever visited and why?

Justin: Most beautiful city ever was Barcelona. We were treated to a 4 star hotel and ate at the best places. My highlight was the dinner at the restaurant down in the wine cellar and dancing in the club with over 20 girls at the same time while I was shirtless. This was not a show.

Lillian:  What has been the best thing that has come out of writing the book?

Justin: The best is yet to come but just getting to open this door and to continue writing. The second book is in and I’m working with a few other authors right now where we each write a short story. A series called “fondled and gobbled”

Lillian: Any news on a sequel?

Justin: In editing as we speak. It will skip all the autobiographical stuff and how to stuff, go straight to funny happenings and Sexcapades.

Lillian: It’s on my to be read list already.

 

 

Ever wonder what goes on behind the scenes in a male strip club? Are those guys gay? How do they stay so ripped? Do they stuff their trunks? How did they get into such a business? How much money do they make? Do they have wild sex every night?

This book takes you backstage and into the lives of two successful male strippers over a span of twenty years in the business. From their rookie days to their wild sexcapades and practical jokes, Take It Off! is a laugh-filled, action-packed joyride.

Justin Whitfield and Taylor Cole are the stage names of male exotic dancers who have performed for women in Europe, the Caribbean, South America and Canada, as well as at various casinos, on cruise ships and in hundreds of clubs across the United States. Both have been featured on television and radio, as well as in newspapers, calendars and magazines. Both are also official Ellora’s Caveman cover models.

Leave a comment before the 5th of January and you could win a copy of Justin’s book Take if Off about real live strippers and my book Hot Male, which only has imaginary ones. 

If you don’t win, or simply can’t wait, you can find Justin’s book at:

Ellora’s Cave

And at Amazon

Go on, it’s a great read, you won’t regret it.

The Five W’s with Holley Trent

Today I am a guest of the lovely Holley Trent.

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Hot Male Goes Live!

 

Release day is here.  Hot Male, Reigning Men Volume Three is now live at Liquid Silver books.  On Sale for $2.99 until the 27th

 

Blurb

One man. One sensual dance. One night only to prove his love.

Michael wants Maggie. Maggie has Sam. Two’s company, three’s a crowd.

Years ago, Maggie tried to seduce Michael Monaghan, only to have her efforts rebuffed. Now she’s older, wiser, happily in love with Sam Stephens, and determined to keep her distance from Michael.

Michael Monaghan, hot male stripper, has all manner of women falling at his feet, except Maggie. All he can do is watch from afar as Sam Stephens wins the heart of the one woman he really wants.

Sam Stephens is just tired of Michael watching Maggie’s every move.

Now there’s trouble with a capital T! Maggie’s Great-Aunt Maud has run off to Ireland with Michael’s Uncle Declan. Maggie needs to get to Aunt Maud and talk some sense into her before Declan’s gun-toting wife catches up with them. With Michael and Maggie off to Ireland together, Sam isn’t about to be left behind.

Tracking down the runaway lovers is complicated by the coldest winter in Dublin in years. With Michael, Maggie, and Sam stuck in a house with only one bedroom, simmering sexual tension starts to boil over.

Michael wants Maggie. Maggie isn’t sure what she wants. Sam just wants to punch Michael in the nose.

Two’s company; three could be something else altogether.

 Excerpt

Prologue

Shannon scowled at the glasses with the stupid colored umbrellas as Pete placed them on her tray. Thursday was her night off. They never opened on Thursdays. She had plans to visit a club in one of London’s less seedy areas, and she was an exotic dancer not a fucking waitress.

Pete put the last drink down. “Table eight.”

“It won’t work.”

He leaned on the bar and leered at her boobs before running a finger along the edge of her skimpy bikini top, teasing the edge of a barely covered nipple. “We’ll see.”

She shifted out of reach. Pete disgusted her, and the more she resisted the more he seemed to want her. Not that it stopped him trying to whore her out to customers. She didn’t do sex for money, and she didn’t do sex with Pete, period. Fortunately, she pulled a big enough crowd that he wouldn’t dare get rid of her for refusing his gross seduction techniques. “Women won’t pay to see men take off their clothes.”

Pete glanced over her shoulder. “You want to tell them that?”

“You let them in for fucking free.”

“They’re paying for drinks, aren’t they? Or they would be if you’d fucking deliver them. Chop, chop. The show’s about to start.”

“I bet you’ve got some ugly old bloke with shriveled bollocks who won’t even flop his sad dick out.”

Pete laughed. “You’ll see. Now move it.”

Shannon delivered the drinks with a forced smile on her face, and then scooted to the back of the room to join Lisa who was already slacking off. The brunette passed Shannon a cigarette and lit it for her before blowing smoke rings. Shannon inhaled deeply and sighed as the nicotine hit her bloodstream. “Have you seen the hired naked dick?”

Lisa shook her head. “Nope, Pete’s had him under wraps. Rumor I heard was that he’s foreign and he’s never taken his clothes off in front of an audience before.”

Shannon giggled. “Oh God, this could be a right laugh if he gets stage fright. His dick’ll shrivel up. We’ll need a magnifying glass to find it.”

Pete came to stand behind them, and Shannonedged away as his fingers brushed her arse. The lights dimmed and the room was plunged into darkness. A hush fell over the crowd and then a deep guitar wail filled the air. A single spotlight hit the stage. Shannon’s stripper pole had been transformed into a lamppost. As the strains of Gary Moore’s Parisienne Walkways mesmerized the crowd a barefoot male stepped into the light, resplendent in top hat and tails, with a cane and gloves completing his ensemble. He lifted his head to reveal shoulder-length dark hair, chiseled features and full lips. He gave off an air of sexy disinterest at being the center of attention. His dark eyes scanned the crowd as he tossed the cane to someone offstage and then grabbed the lamppost with one hand and spun around in a twirl so low his hair almost brushed the timber floor.

Women yelled and whistled as he danced in front of the pole and began to remove his clothes. His hips moved in time with the music and the lamppost all but became his lover as his gloves, jacket, shirt and pants were tossed aside. He slid his hands over his body. Shannon’s skin warmed and her nipples pebbled as she imagined him touching her like that.

Standing in only a top hat and G-string, he moved to the music with a grace that made Shannon catch her breath. He was six-feet tall, studly and bad boy fucking awesome. When the guitar wailed on a single note the stripper stopped, dropped his head, and held his hat in front of his crotch. The air rippled with tension and Shannon licked her lips as she wondered if he would really go the full monty. As the note ended he tugged his G-string off, and Shannon held her breath. The song and the room fell completely silent for a heartbeat, and when the guitar riff echoed around the room he flipped the hat into his right hand and rolled it up his arm to land perfectly on his head. He spread his arms wide and tipped his head back to give all the ladies an eyeful of his junk. Shannon wasn’t the only one to wolf whistle.

Lisa coughed on her drink. “Fuck. He’s hung like a fucking horse.” She fumbled with her cigarette packet, trying to pull out another smoke, and Shannon could hardly blame her.

The song continued and he dropped his hands and lifted his head. From the low moans in the room, Shannon was sure she wasn’t the only one who felt thoroughly shagged by the stranger on stage. His dark eyes locked with Shannon’s. He smiled, and she swallowed as a shiver rippled up her spine and her panties dampened. “He’s fucking magnificent. Who is he?”

Pete’s breath warmed the back of her neck. “His name’s Michael Monaghan.”

Hero or Heroine?

Today I am guest blogging with Vanessa North where I talk about writing from a character’s point of view. What do you think is easier, hero or heroine?

Come and check it out.

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Guest Blogger – Vanessa North

Today I am happy to be hosting a fellow Liquid Silver Books author, Vanessa North who has a new release, Fight or Flight.

Genre Bending Blog Post

In which I attempt to answer the inevitable question: WTF?

Yeah, I admit it, that’s the response I get when I say I wrote a science-fiction courtroom drama romance with a hot gay subplot, pirates, and boxing.

I confess, it wasn’t like I planned it that way. I mean, yes, I’m a plotter, and all that stuff was sort of planned, but the sheer scope of the genre-bending was not my intention when I sat down to write Fight or Flight.

Somehow, that’s what happens though. It starts out simple enough, right?

You take a setting: the edges of civilized space. You take circumstances: a murder trial. You take characters: a seemingly unrepentant killer and the man tasked with prosecuting her.  You take secondary characters and invest them emotionally in both circumstances and their relationships with the hero and heroine. You give them hobbies and jobs and things to do with themselves when they aren’t mooning over each other.

You throw hell at them.

And suddenly, you are trying to explain to people what exactly you mean when you say “science-fiction-courtroom-drama-romance.”

It’s a love story, and a courtroom procedural. It takes place in a distant future where humans have found new ways and places to be pioneers.

It’s a hot, sweet, bumpy ride.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fight or Flight

By Vanessa North

Tagline:

On the edges of civilized space, Tirzah Simonian and Zeke Lucassen are pitted against each other with her life and his career at stake. Neither has any reason to trust the other, but both their futures depend upon finding common ground.

Blurb:

Given a choice between fight or flight, Tirzah Simonian has always been a fighter, but when she turns to flight to escape her disastrous marriage, her life comes crashing down around her in a stolen transport. Now she’s to be tried by court-martial, and an acquittal is her only chance to save her career and get her life back on track.

 

Advocate-Commander Zeke Lucassen has no love for women who abandon their spouses. He’s under pressure from the fleet to close the case hard and imprison Tirzah in the workcamps, but the evidence he’s been given doesn’t add up. He has to choose between believing the evidence provided by the investigator, or the growing conviction that the pilot may have been acting in self-defense.

 

Given the horrors in their pasts, neither one has any reason to trust the other, but both their futures depend on finding common ground.

 

Excerpt:

Tirzah tried not to fidget as she sat at the table with Josiah at her side. His hand slipped under the table and closed over her knee, stilling the foot she hadn’t realized she tapped. A Court Officer stood by to issue orders once the plea had been entered. She glanced over as the door opened and a huge man walked into the conference room. Her breath caught a little as he nodded in her direction. Broad shoulders filled his advocate uniform, narrowing down to a trim waist and powerful thighs. Sharp green eyes bored into her, startling in their lightness from a dark-complexioned face. His hair was braided into tight rows, close to his scalp. He looked rigid, unyielding. Terrifying. Every bit of him looked sharp and dangerous.

There had been a time in her life when the appeal of a dangerous man had been as seductive as the appeal of steering a fighter through space. Her body still, on some level, reacted to the raw power of a big, strong man, even though the man she married had eventually turned on her, terrorized her.

This man in front of her seemed to see right through her. Her heartbeat grew frantic—she knew now how small creatures felt under the gaze of a bird of prey.

Fight or flight.

She’d fought Walter and she’d lost. She’d flown and she’d fallen.

Now another big, terrifying man had her pinned to the wall and there was nowhere to go, no escape possible.

“I’m Advocate-Commander Zeke Lucassen, the prosecutor assigned to the case of Captain Tirzah Simonian. This is an informal hearing that will serve as your arraignment. Are you prepared to proceed?”

“We are.” Josiah’s voice rang out clearly in the small room.

The officer of the court looked at Tirzah. “We will enter your plea on the first count of murder now.”

The prosecutor sat across the table from her, his eyes still piercing into her. She swallowed, trying to force her eyes away, to still her rapid heartbeat before the treacherous organ imploded.

“Tirz, you need to enter your own plea, I can’t do it for you.” Josiah reminded her, giving her leg another squeeze.

“N-n-not guilty,” she stammered, looking down at the table.

“We will enter your plea on the second count of murder now.”

Second count of murder. They were charging her for the man that Walter had killed, the warden who had helped her escape.

“Not guilty.” Her chin lifted in defiance as she looked back at the prosecutor.

“We will enter your plea on the charge of taking a star-transport without prior requisition and approval.”

“Oh, I’m guilty of that one.” Tirzah turned to the officer of the court. “I knew my commanding officer would not approve the requisition so I took it.”

“Please note, Captain Simonian has already paid the fine, paid repairs, and served two weeks in the brig for that misdemeanor,” Josiah said, looking from the prosecutor to the court officer.

“I see.” The prosecutor looked down at his reader, and then back up at Tirzah. “Prosecution agrees to drop the charge of taking the star-transport and accept time and monies already rendered in lieu of further punishment on that charge.”

He made a note on his reader and then continued. “We will seek a trial by court martial on the murder charges before the Solomon Tribunal. Captain Simonian, as a citizen of Earth, and a member of the Fleet, you have the right to be tried before a panel of your fellow officers, unless you waive that right.”

“I do not waive my rights.”

“So ordered.” The court officer banged a gavel. “You will be informed of the trial date. Until such a time as the trial is held, unless otherwise ordered by this court, you are grounded, Captain Simonian. Please turn in your wings to this court.”

She tried to keep her hands from shaking as she unpinned the silver—not gold, she’d lost fight command status when Walter had first thrown her in the brig and she’d missed the qualifying exam renewal—wings from her uniform. Of course, she hadn’t flown since the crash, but her wings, a symbol of her status as a pilot, had remained pinned to her uniform, giving her hope. She nodded, forcing the lump in her throat back down.

Disgraced. Humiliated. Grounded.

“When the mighty fall, they fall hard.” A nasal voice sounded from the doorway. Tirzah looked up into the red face of the investigating commandant. He’d had a hard-on for her wings since the day he’d taken the case. Snarling, she leaped to her feet, ripping her elbow out of Josiah’s grasp, her only thought to get out of this room where the walls seemed too close and the stares too pointed.

 

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Why would you market a book that way?

I am going to stick my head over the parapet and risk getting it shot off, but I really can’t hold it in anymore.

My lovely critique partner, Sofia Grey, recently recommended a book to me, Alice Clayton’s Wallbanger.

I have almost finished it and I don’t want it to end. Wallbanger and Cockblocker are awesome together. Their antics are hysterical, their sexting so very steamy and the sex scenes are to die for. Depressed that I will soon have to say goodbye to Wallbanger, I went on the hunt for more books by the lovely Alice. And…well…I was shocked and dismayed. The publisher is pushing this wonderful book as Twilight Fanfic.

I know millions of people love Twilight and 50 Shades but I am not in that camp. I have never got beyond the first few pages before I gave up. Twilight is about sparkly vampires, teenage girls, and werewolves falling in love with babies, apparently, and aimed at a young adult market. Wallbanger is a very erotic, very funny, very grown up novel that bears no resemblance to Ms Meyer’s world.

Back in the day it was considered ill advised to even mention that your writing life began with you scribbling your first Fanfic. Lots of us have been there, but we move on to create our own characters, worlds, and plots that are big enough to stand on their own two feet and get published. Fanfic was seen as lazy, and only written by those unable to come up with their own ideas.

Why Alice, why? Your book is fantastic. It’s beverage snorting, room emptying, partner waking funny. There is nothing about this book I don’t like, except that your publisher wants to try and sell it on the back of something else and not on its own wonderful merits. So, maybe you did write some fanfic, I can live with that, but this book is way beyond anything penned by Stephanie Meyer. This is original. This is inspiring. This book is at the top of my list of books I have loved to read this year.

Marketing the book as having anything to do with Twilight smacks of jumping on the bandwagon. People who love Twilight might buy it but then those of us who are not in the least bit interested in reading about teenage girls and vampires that don’t die in the sun will turn away in horror.

Why can’t publishers get some cojones, accept a book for what it is and sell it on its own merits? Why do we need to point at someone else’s work and say, “she started it,” or “my book is based on hers and she is huge so mine must be good?” And why for for the love of God has someone shelved my book Male Review as being inspired by 50 Shades of Gray at Goodreads? I have never read 50 Shades, and added to that I wrote my book before the ink was even dry on EL James’ contract. My book is not full of dark angst, it’s a bleedin’ comedy. There is some BDSM but that started in the book before Male Review. My hero and heroine are in their twenties and no one does anything with a tampon.

Am I alone? Are you sick of every book being marketed as if 50 Shades and Twilight are the only things worth reading and if you want to sell you need to align yourself with them somehow? Or should I just throw in the towel grit my teeth, read the bloody things and then write my own sordid sexy rip off?

Alice, please write a sequel. I need more of Wallbanger and Cockblocker, and I will forgive your publisher the error of their ways and erase the whole Twilight reference from my mind. But only for you, and only because Simon Wallbanger is worth it.

 

 

And the winner is…

The winner of a copy of Male Review, Reigning Men Volume 2  is Melissa Kendall.  Watch this space for the winners at Lust, Love and Laptops and thanks for playing along.

Love Lust & Laptops Launch Blog Hop

Today sees the launch of Love, Lust & Laptops.   Why Love, Lust & Laptops? Because, as funny as it is, we thought Sex and the Sisterhood was just wrong.

Ten lady authors have joined together to share their love for all things romance. You name it and one of us probably writes it.  Over the coming weeks you’ll have a chance to meet all of us and find out what we do and why we do it. As well as sharing the strange and wonderful things we think you’d love to know we are also planning blog posts and interviews with some surprising guests.

As if that isn’t enough to celebrate our launch we have a blog hop giveaway. Every comment you leave on the blog between the 1st and the 7th of December enters you in the draw. You can increase your chances of winning by visiting each author’s blogs and leaving a post. Each author may also be running their own giveaway. All in all you could score some serious swag.

So what can you win?

First prize is a $75 Amazon Gift Voucher

Two lucky second prize winners will receive $25 Amazon Gift Vouchers

Third Prize is a gift pack of the following E-books

Amazon by Vanessa North

One Night Stand by Parker Kincade

Male Order by Lillian Grant

For The Love of A God by Rosanna Leo

and any book from Lynn Lorenz’s backlist

Fourth Prize is a gift pack of the following ebooks

Princes Bound by Robin Danner

Leashed by a Wolf by Cherie Nicholls

and any book from Monette Michaels’  backlist, excluding her Terrain Realm series

Fifth Prize is a gift pack of the following ebooks

Lindsey’s Wolf by Becca Jameson

and The Rebound by Emilia Mancini

Leave a comment here for a chance to win an ebook copy of Male Review, Reigning Men Volume Two.

Be sure to come back on 7 December to see if you are a winner.

For more chances to win prizes be sure to visit:

Love, Lust & Laptops

Becca Jameson

Cherie Nicholls

Lynn Lorenz

Monette Michaels

Parker Kincade

Rosanna Leo

Robin Danner

Vanessa North

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It’s not what you do it’s why you do it

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