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St-Patrick's Day Themed Q&A with BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean

First off, congratulations to Kimmie Kim, winner from last week's post. Please email Julia - juliatalbot @ gmail . com (without the spaces). to let her know where you'd like your $10 Amazon GC sent.

We've got some fun St-Patrick's Day themed questions and quickies for you today.

Questions :
Do you do anything special for St-Patrick’s Day?
Have you ever been to Ireland?
What is your favorite way to eat potatoes?
Will you be wearing green on St-Patrick’s Day?
Would you write a story about a leprechaun?

Quickies :
Green or orange?
Snakes or rats?
Sunshine or rain?
Beer or wine?
Emeralds or garnets?


Ba
Do you do anything special for St-Patrick’s Day? NopeHave you ever been to Ireland?  No.

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Getting Things Done With Positive Reinforcement

I spend a lot of time beating myself up. Not physically of course, that would be weird. 

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But I do go few rounds in the cage mentally. Why? Because I often feel that I’m not being productive enough. I should be writing more, doing more promo, building a brand and following. I tell myself that I’m lazy and don’t really want it, otherwise I’d be 100% focused on working all day long. And you know what all that self-flagellation gets me? Time spent curled up the couch, feeling like crap because I’d just told myself I was crap for four hours straight. With that mood and mind-set I was even less productive than before.
This past week was different. I was very productive. I scheduled promo tours and created and sent out ARCs for An Officer’s Submission, I did all the pre-write planning and wrote 15,000 words of book five in the Cuffs, Collars and Love series, I updated a few things on my website, and I wrote and posted a 1,600 word fanfiction one-shot. 
 For some people that might not sound like a lot. But for me, it was. And you know what I did after I finished each one of those tasks? I celebrated. That’s right, I patted myself on the back, damnit. Instead of constantly getting down on what I wasn’t doing, I celebrated what I did accomplish. That’s something that is normally tough for me. Complimenting myself, especially where others can see it feels like I’m circle jerking myself. Not that I could do that, you can’t form a circle with one person. But it makes me uncomfortable, like I’m bragging or being a show-off. 
But as I look around Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram, I see lots of other people acknowledging their hard work. And I love seeing it! I cyber high-five by way of retweets and likes when other authors reach a writing or publishing goal. I like my friend’s statuses when they accomplish something at work. So why wouldn’t I do the same for myself? 
With that in mind, I tried positive reinforcement rather than telling myself I was lazy, and by gum it worked. I joined the #marwritingchallengehashtag and posted my word counts each day. Getting celebratory tweets from other writers feels superb. Checking off the little boxes on my word count chart feels awesome. And completing tasks on my monthly calendar makes me feel like a rock star. I didn’t get to everything on my weekly list. Partly because I always over schedule myself and plan more than I’d be able to accomplish in a day. Partly because sometimes I just want to chill and go watch a movie (Go see Get Out and Logan. They are both superb). I plan to continue working on positive reinforcement. Because I gotta tell ya, high-fiving myself for meeting a goal feels much better than hiding in the couch and mentally yelling at myself because I didn’t. 
P.S. Don’t forget, An Officer’s Submission releases March 16th! If you’d like to win a signed paperback copy, go to Goodreads and enter the contest. It’s open to US, Canada, UK, Germany and Australia and ends March 15th. 
And shout out to last week’s winners, Kim M, Jess A and Danny FD! They each won an advanced e-copy of An Officer’s Submission in last week’s blog post, look for an email from me soon. Congrats!
Thanks for reading!

Love,
Christa
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Should you keep your mouth shut? By S.C. Wynne

Morning all!

Sometimes I see people ranting on Facebook and Twitter and I'm not sure what they hope to accomplish. It seems so counter productive, especially if you're an author and you need people to think you're professional and pleasant.

When I see these types, I often would love to say something. Maybe just whisper words of warning to them to remember writing is a business. But then it would probably turn into a flame war and I would be guilty of exactly what I told them to avoid. lol

What do you think? Do you think authors should rant on Facebook? I realize we're all human, but as a reader, does it change your opinion of an author when you get to know them too well? Do you prefer the mystery of not knowing much about those whose books you enjoy? Perhaps you like a little of both?

S.C.
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Ask Andrew - Writing Advice

Dear Andrew,

What's the single best piece of writing advice you've ever heard or read, and what advice would you pass along to aspiring writers?

Dawn

Dear Dawn,

I have to say that the best advice about writing that I've ever heard didn't come in person or from someone I know.  It came from a fictional character in a movie.  Billy Crystal's character in Throw Mama From the Train.  He's conducting a writing class in the movie and his advice is very simple... "A Writer, Writes." 

In order to be a writer, you need to put words down on the page and one of the most intimidating things can be that blank page when you start something.  But a writer, writes.  So you have to sit down, put your butt in the seat, your fingers on the keyboard and write, let the ideas flow from your brain, though your body directly to your fingers.  Like with everything else in life, the more you do something, the easier it gets.  But that will never happen if you don't sit down and tell your story. 

So my advice to aspiring writers is not to wait for that grand idea that knocks everyone's socks off and you don't need to be the next J. K. Rowling.  Just sit down and tell the story, your story.  Find a place and begin.  You can rework and change it later if you need to, but write.

Hugs and Love
Andrew


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So if you have a question, please send it to andrewgreybooks@comcast.net.  This is different from my usual email so your questions don't get lost.  I will answer one question a week.

Please remember this is meant to be all in fun.  (I was going to say good, clean fun, but who wants that.)    So send me your questions and let's see what mischief we can get into.

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Happy Fat Tuesday Amazon GC Giveaway from BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean

We'll pick a winner next week! Happy doughnut or pancake day!

XXOO

julia

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Cover Reveal & Excerpt for An Officer's Submission by Christa Tomlinson

Hello, gentle readers! As promised, I'm here this week with the cover reveal for An Officer's Submission, Book 4 in the Cuffs, Collars, and Love series. An Officer's Submission is the continuation of SWAT officers Sergeant Logan Pierce and Clay Foster's story. 
We first met Logan and Clay in The Sergeant. In Book 1, Logan and Clay started a wild relationship, full of tension and passion as they learned how to love one another as Dominant and submissive. Book 2 gives Officer Ryan Bennett and Detective Sam Roberts their shot at love. Book 3 is a sweet but very sexy Christmas novella for Logan and Clay. And now, we have Book 4, which releases March 16th. I shared the blurb last week. This week, in addition to the cover, I have a little excerpt for you as well.



  And there it is. Isn't it beautiful? Now, I know what you're thinking. Christa, that's awful close to the cover for The Sergeant. And yes, it is. Intentionally. I know, I know. I'm supposed to have similar covers for marketing purposes. But in this case, the decision to use the same models was more of an emotional one. Logan and Clay are my first self-published babies, and their cover will always have a special place in my heart. So when it came time to do the cover for the second half of their story, I didn't want to stray too far.

In this case, I think their pose is perfect, we see a little more of Clay, which makes sense, because An Officer's Submission focuses on him. And of course, we have Logan showing his support with a hand on Clay's shoulder. Yay. They make me smiley faced. Okay! We've got the cover revealed. Now, let's talk excerpt and another round of ARC giveaways.

Excerpt from An Officer's SubmissionLogan looked at his partner now, watching as Clay quietly undressed.
"You Okay?"
Clay nodded, but Logan saw the vulnerability in his eyes.
"Come here." Logan pulled his sub into his arms. "Talk to me."
"You know how when a cat wants attention from its owner, he wraps around their legs until he gets it?"
"Yeah."
"That's how I feel right now. I want to be wrapped around you." He paused for a moment, breaking eye contact as he lowered his lashes. "And I want to let you take over and control me."
Logan tightened his embrace on his sub. Clay had come a long way since they'd first started their Dom/sub relationship. But Logan knew it was sometimes still a struggle for him to admit to his needs. He tipped Clay's face up. "You know I'll always give you what you need."
Clay nodded. "I know."
He kissed Clay gently, stroking a hand down his back. Clay returned the kiss, his lips soft and parted beneath Logan's. Logan kept one arm wrapped around Clay's waist as he reached out to turn off the light. The moon dimly lit the room as Logan pulled the covers back and got them into bed.
When they were laying on their sides, facing each other, Logan tugged Clay's leg over his waist. He ran a hand over his hip, slipping his fingers into the leg opening of the tight briefs Clay wore. Logan caressed the smooth skin of Clay's ass, kissing him with all the passion he felt for his lover. Clay moaned quietly, his warm breath brushing over his cheek. Logan trailed his lips up to Clay's ear.
"Mmmm, I love that noise. So sweet."
*** 
Gosh, Logan. Can you stop being in love with your submissive for two seconds?

I Forgot To Mention My Newest Release by S.C. Wynne

Hello, all!

No one will ever accuse me of being a master promoter. I recently had a new release and it just
occurred to me I never mentioned it here on the Cafe Risque blog. 

The latest one is called Shadow's Edge. It's a psychic detective sort of thing. Of course there's a healthy dollop of MM romance still, because I do love writing MM romance. I'll give you a little excerpt type teaser.

I've always loved watching mysteries on TV and reading them as well. It was fun doing something a little different from just straight romance. This one will be a series and I can't wait to start the next book.

EXCERPT:

I didn’t want to see the poor kid. I didn’t want to see any of them anymore.I clutched my head and yelled, trying to wash my brain clean of the bloody images. I pitied my neighbors on nights like these. My shirt was soaked with sweat, and my stomach churned as I forced myself out of the vision. I panted and clutched the sheet to my chin, my heart racing like a freight train toward a wall. My mouth was as dry as sand, my eyes blurry.Fuck.Sitting up, I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, pushing down the bile in my throat. Once my breathing steadied, I flicked on a lamp and sipped the stale water on the nightstand. It tasted like crap. My gaze wandered to the empty side of the bed. Even after nine months I always checked for William. Of course he wasn’t there. He wasn’t anywhere anymore, and the sooner I accepted that, the better off I’d be.At times like these I wished I believed in God. Would it comfort me to think I’d see William again someday, or would it simply make the wait for the end even more tedious? I glanced at my wrists and the puckered red scars that paralleled my veins, standing stark against my pale skin. What if I’d succeeded? If there was a heaven, then I guess there’d have to be a hell. It was hard to imagine Saint Peter welcoming me at the gates of Heaven. More likely he’d have told me to take a hike. William would have been welcomed though. He’d been a good soul.My cell startled me when it rang, and I pressed my palm to my pounding chest and answered. “Yes?”“Liam?” Detective Thompson’s tense voice came over the line. “Did I wake you?”“Another one.” It wasn’t a question. I knew what a call at two in the morning meant. It was never good news. Never.“I’m afraid so. Did you already see something?”“I always see something.” My voice was monotone, flat. Had I ever been any different? I must have been or William wouldn’t have loved me.“I’ll pick you up in an hour.”I wasn’t up to it. I should tell him I couldn’t handle it tonight. I had the right to be sick just like anyone else, didn’t I? I swallowed and tried to say the words. I’m not coming. I won’t help you. Find another psychic, why don’t you?“Same M.O.?” I asked instead.“Take a guess.” He sighed and then hung up.Why wait for my response? He knew I’d come. I couldn’t say no. If I tried, the visions just got worse and worse. Murdered souls didn’t like to be ignored. In fact, they got pretty pissed off when you tried to pretend they weren’t talking to you.I showered and brushed my teeth. Then I pulled on some jeans and a flannel shirt that still had William’s scent on it. I buried my nose in the soft cotton and pretended he was holding me, stroking my hair and telling me to calm down. Why couldn’t I hear him? Why could I intercept every other soul in the world but not William’s?There was a knock on the door and I opened it to find Detective Thompson rumpled and tense on the front stoop. He tossed down his cigarette, and I followed him to his car. “Same as before. No letter, just a pink feather in an envelope with a number five written on it.”No hello, how are you? What would be the point of that?I grunted as I slid onto the passenger seat. He passed his phone with a picture of the feather and envelope illuminated. “I can’t sense anything from a cell phone photo,” I grumbled.“I know that. I wanted you to see the envelope in case something struck you that didn’t occur to me.” Thompson started the car and pulled onto the dark road carefully.Thompson was a strange bird. I didn’t know much about him. I had a sense of him of course. It was surprisingly pleasant, considering his line of work and his ragged appearance. He had a predominantly orange aura, which would usually mean a person who was good-hearted and kind. I’d actually experienced kindness from Thompson if I thought about it. It was the night William died. Thompson had come by the house to check on me. I’d been distraught when I left the hospital, and he must have had a feeling I would try something. He’d found me in my tub trying to bleed to death. I’d had a vague impression that night of him being panicked as he’d held me. I’d even imagined his warm lips brushing my forehead. Of course, that had to be a hallucination because Detective Thompson was all man, muscle, and hard edges. Those kinds of men didn’t kiss you and try to make it better.“Prostitute again?” I asked, staring out into the dark night. I didn’t want to think about how kind Thompson may or may not be. My reflection in the window from the dash lights looked gaunt. Haunted. I looked away quickly.“Yes.” Thompson glanced over. “Are you eating?”I laughed. Not a joyous sound by any means. “That’s an odd question.”“You look even thinner than usual, and that’s saying something.” He switched the stereo on and the soothing sounds of Enya came through the speakers. My muscles relaxed slightly.“I’m eating.” When I remember.He stuck his arm into the back and riffled through some files, grabbing one and tossing it onto my lap. I clutched it before it slid to the carpet. “Samuel Godde. Age seventeen. Runaway. No big surprise there.”“Don’t these kids get it yet? There’s nowhere to run to.” I turned on the overhead dome light and pulled out a picture of the victim. Nice-looking kid. Good bones. I read the fine print and discovered his parents were Sam and Jean Godde of the Godde Winery. Filthy rich and still this kind of shit could happen to your kid. “Why would this boy turn to prostitution? Mommy and Daddy have plenty of dough.”“I kind of get the feeling they weren’t on good terms.”“Have you guys questioned the parents?” I slid the photo back into the folder.“Not yet. We just found the body three hours ago, and he didn’t have any ID on him.” The acceleration of the car pressed me against the seat as Thompson passed a slow-moving truck ahead of us and slipped safely back into the lane in plenty of time to avoid oncoming traffic. “One of his buddies gave us his name.”“You mean coworker?”“Yeah. The kid’s pretty shaken up. Says he almost took this john, but the guy wanted Samuel instead.”“Lucky kid.” I cleared my throat. “Well, not Samuel.”Thompson smiled wryly. He had a nice smile. There again another surprise. His teeth were white and amazingly straight considering Thompson looked like a guy who would rather have his eyes poked out than spend time in a dentist chair.“How are the headaches?” he asked quietly.I touched my temple and shrugged. “Better.” Liar. But what did Thompson need to know that for? Short answer: he didn’t. I’d always had chronic headaches and probably always would. That was just one more lovely perk of my “gift.”He tapped his slender fingers on the steering wheel in time to the music. “You need to drink more water. It’s good for your electrolytes.”“Jesus. You’re worse than having my grandmother along.” I shifted in my seat to face him. “You don’t need to worry about me. I can feel how concerned you are, and it’s not healthy for you.”He shrugged. “Worrying about others keeps me from worrying about me.”“I’m flattered that you care, but, well, I’m not looking for a babysitter.”He didn’t respond. I couldn’t tell if he respected me or not. I knew he hadn’t when we first met. William had talked him into using me. William had been good at convincing people to do things they didn’t really want to do. My partnership with Thompson was a prime example of those people skills. He’d felt I’d be a help to his buddy Thompson, and I’d given in to please William.We’d left the lights of Los Angeles behind, and it was pitch-black outside now. Off in the distance there were some red flashing lights. I guess some other unfortunate soul had run into trouble tonight.“That’s three kids in three weeks.” Thompson ran a hand through his shaggy black hair. “Any feelings yet what the hell the pink feathers mean?”“No. Maybe it has something to do with the victims all being gay?”“God. That seems so cliché, don’t you think?” He sighed. “And why the number five? I don’t get the message he’s trying to send.”“Five. Five. Why the number five?” I sighed. “Five is the symbol of human microcosm. We have five senses. Umm… there are five crocodiles of the Nile.”“Fuck. We really have nothing.”“Maybe forensics will find something this time.” My gut said no, but I didn’t want to disappoint Thompson. Yet.“I doubt it.” He exhaled roughly and the faint scent of tobacco and mint wafted toward me. “What uh, what did you see tonight?”I frowned and my throat was tight against the memories that assaulted me. “Of course, until I see the body I won’t know if it’s Samuel or not in my vision.”He snorted. “It’s him.”“I’m glad you have such faith in me.”“What’d you see?” He repeated his question from earlier.I squeezed the skin between my eyes. “I saw a pink palm tree.” My stomach rolled. “The kid was crying, and I saw a slit throat and a fuck load of blood.” I wiped my sweaty hands on my thighs and leaned my forehead against the cool glass of the window, trying to drive away the nausea.“Shit.”I swallowed. “Yeah.” I pressed my lips together. No. You will not throw up in Thompson’s car.“You okay?”“I’m awesome.” The kid’s crying was ringing in my ears, and I wanted to yell just to drown it out. When Thompson put his hand on my arm, I jerked away instinctively.He pulled back and laughed dryly. “Sorry. I forgot you don’t like to be touched.”My laugh was more of a croak. “Just one more thing that makes me super normal.” I huddled down in my seat, crossing my arms across my chest. It wasn’t that I didn’t ever like to be touched. I’d loved it when William had put his hands or lips on me. He’d been able to quiet my mind with just a caress of his fingers.“What the fuck is normal anyway?” His tone was gentle. He glanced over at me. “You should sleep. It’s going to be a long night.”I winced. “Oh, God no. I don’t want to sleep.” Not with a case this hot. The visions would be endless and violent. No, much better to stay up at least twelve hours after the murder, when the assault would have faded a little. By then the kid’s voice would be dimmed, and maybe I really would be able to rest.He cleared his throat. “Have you ever tried any sort of medication?”“Sometimes.” I took Dramamine if I was desperate. But I didn’t want to go get a prescription for anything stronger. The urge to swallow them all at once might be too great.“I would think it would dull the dreams and you could sleep.”He really wanted me to sleep, didn’t he? “Technically they’re not dreams, and I would think you’d want me in my most alert condition?”“I mean after. After you see the scene couldn’t you rest then?” He sounded sincerely concerned. Maybe he really did deserve his orange aura.“Well, I don’t want to miss any new stuff that comes through.”He ran his gaze over my thin frame. “I just worry it’s too much for any one person.”“Have I complained?” Out loud. I mean, yeah, I complained to the walls nonstop when I was at home.“No. But like I said, you’re wasting away right in front of my eyes, and it seems like you might need to take steps to protect yourself. The department will use you up and spit you out if you’re not careful.”“I’m fine.” I hoped I didn’t come off as curt as it sounded in my head. I didn’t mean it like that. But I had no life of my own anymore, so I might as well spend my time solving stubborn cases like these.“Hey, I’m no psychic, but even I know that’s bullshit.”“Downtime isn’t pleasant. I prefer to work.”He grunted.“Maybe someday I’ll figure out a way to shut off the information that comes in and I’ll actually take a vacation. I’ll lie on a beach sipping a blue drink with an umbrella stuck in it or something.” I tapped my head. “But until then, time off just equals a train station of visions in my head.”“What do you do about all the other things you see?”
“I politely ask them to shut the fuck up and wait their turn.” I laughed gruffly.
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Character Interviews from Sean, BA, Kiernan and Julia

Sean Michael

Couple: Jake and Shae from Branded by Flames

What's your favorite meal to have together?

Jake: That's easy - steak cooked as rare as possible

Shae just laughs.

How did you meet?

Jake: I was a firefighter and I got called out to his place - one of the neighbors had reported him for trying to set his yard on fire.

Shae: Go on.

Jake: What do you mean?

Shae: You can't just leave it there - was I actually trying to set my yard on fire?

Jake: Well, no.

Shae: New neighbors, they didn't know I was being safe and that I had a permit to do the work.

Jake: You were building a dragon. Calling me to you.

Shae: I was creating art, for which I was handsomely paid.

Jake: I could pay you handsomely now, if you want.

Shae: If that's a euphemism, you know damn well I'm up for it.

Jake: You said up.

Shae (pointing to just south of his waist): I sure did.

Jake: Excuse us, we'll be back for the rest of this in... oh, an hour.

Shae: Make it two.

Two and a half hours later.

Where do you see yourselves in ten years?

Jake: Same place we're going to be in a hundred years, in a thousand. Together.

Shae: I'm still having trouble wrapping my head around that, but I'm feeling better than I ever have and I'll take it.

What habit of your partner drives you nuts?

Jake: Shae likes to tease me by hugging other men.

Shae: Only the people I'm good friends with - you always growl

Jake: And that drives you nuts?

Shae (smiling like the mona lisa): If by drive me nuts you mean turns me the hell on every single time, then yes.

What one thing will you never, ever try together?

Shae: I don't think there's anything I wouldn't try with Jake.

Jake: A threesome. I will not share you with anyone. Ever.

Shae: You keep promising me forever and that's a really long time to be with just one person

Jake (growling loudly): Ever.

Shae (wriggles happily)

Jake: I think we need another break.

That's okay, the interview is done.

Shae: Cool

Jake (picks Shae up and heads for the bedroom)

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Shane and Galen star in the Stormy Weather series. Rain and Whiskey and Tropical Depression are available from Dreamspinner Press and Hurricane will be available soon.

What's your favorite meal to have together?

Shane: Is this like an eating out question?

Galen: Just a meal, darlin’.

Shane: Oh. Breakfast. With coffee and bloody marys.

Galen: grins

How did you meet?

Galen: He was the hottest bartender in Florida. I fucked him against my truck. The rest is history.

Where do you see yourselves in ten years?

Shane: Old fucks on a boat.

Galen: Works for me, darlin’.

What habit of your partner drives you nuts?

Galen shrugs: He’s a natural flirt and I’m a jealous butthead.

Shane: Shiny suits. I hate those fucking things.

What one thing will you never, ever try together?

Galen: A threesome.

Shane: Galen! That’s not even funny.

Galen: It’s true, though.

Shane: Not after your answer before! You make me sound like I’m a slut!

Galen grabs Shane and kisses him Never.

Tropical Despression, the second Stormy Weather book, is just rereleased from Dreamspinner Press

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Kiernan Kelly

Interview with Jake and Brent from Riding Heartbreak Road:

What's your favorite meal to have together?

From Jake and Brent (they agree on this one) Each other. With hot sauce.

How did you meet?

From Jake and Brent: At a bar after Brent’s car broke down in Jake’s hometown.

Where do you see yourselves in ten years:

Brent: Madly in love and married and living in New York. Jake: In love and married, living on a ranch in Texas raising bucking bulls.

What habit of your partner drives you nuts?

Brent: Jake tends to wear chaps and a cowboy hat -- and nothing else. Drives me to distraction every damn time.

From Jake: You complaining?

From Brent: Did it sound like I was complaining?

From Jake: Sort of.

From Brent: Clean out your ears.

What one thing will you never, ever try together?

From Brent: Bullriding. Ouch.

From Jake: Sushi. If I want raw fish, I’ll go down to the lake, stick my mouth in the water, and wait for something to swim in.

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Julia Talbot

Interview with Jack, Kenneth and Miles from Wolfmanny

What’s your favorite meal to have together?

Kenneth: Anything Gretchen cooks. She makes amazing enchiladas.

Jack. Cookies

Miles: *blinks innocently behind his wee glasses* finger foods

How did you meet?

Miles: Kenneth and I have been best friends for years

Jack: They hired me as the manny

Kenneth: Is that even a word?

Jack *grins evilly* in this genre it is

Where do you see yourself in ten years?

Jack: half the kids will be gone! Bahamas here we come

Mile: wolves in the Bahamas?

Kenneth: Let’s just say vacay

Jack: I can’t say that. Too gay

Miles *rolls his eyes* you’re the gayest

What habit of your partner’s drives you nuts?

Miles: Jack snores

Jack: Kenneth goes away for long trips

Kenneth: they nag

What one thing will you never try together?

All: Spanking!

The boys are in Wolfmanny, available now from Dreamspinner Press.

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