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Countdown to Trouble Day #18 and Winners!

Hey y’all! It’s day #18 of  the Countdown to Trouble.

For each day I’m going to post about it. It may just be a pic that helped me along while writing it, or it may be more. You’ll have to keep checking, lol.

*HINT HINT* And there *will* be giveaways that folks who comment will be entered in. Just sayin' lol. Y'all just never know when the comment fairy will strike!!!

And she did strike!


Danielle and kissedbymidnigh
Email me at nomoretears00@hotmail.com so I can send you a $5 CF from Amazon!






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Amanda C. Stone

Countdown to Trouble Day #17

Hey y’all! It’s day #17 of  the Countdown to Trouble.

For each day I’m going to post about it. It may just be a pic that helped me along while writing it, or it may be more. You’ll have to keep checking, lol.

*HINT HINT* And there *will* be giveaways that folks who comment will be entered in. Just sayin' lol. Y'all just never know when the comment fairy will strike!!!










Here are the stops for today:

18-Dec

Wake Up Your Wild Side


18-Dec

The Hat Party


18-Dec

The Fuzzy, Fluffy World of Chris T. Kat


18-Dec

Michael Mandrake


18-Dec

Full Moon Dreaming

Pride Promotions presents Hot Reads For The Trevor Project! Six hot titles for one cool price.

**Author Bios**
- Rain CarringtonWhen she isn't taking out gay bashers with her mean right hook she is at her desk writing steamy stories of man on man love. Rain also spends time with her beloved family and friends and in her spare time maybe sleeps for a few hours.
Rain is an ally in the gay rights crusade, she also loves animals and tries her best to stop animal abuse.
She is at her desk now getting some of her other stories ready for publication and will let them out as she they are ready so keep an eye out for Cabin Fever next!
- Bey DeckardBorn and raised in a small coastal town in northern Québec, Bey spent his early summers on his uncle’s boat and running wild on the beaches of the surrounding islands, lighting fires and building huts out of driftwood and fishermen’s nets. As an adult, he eventually made his way to university and earned a degree in Art History with a strong focus on Anthropology. Primarily a portrait painter and graphic artist, Bey sat down one day and decided to write about the two things that he felt most passionate about: sex and the sea.
Bey currently lives in the wilds of Montréal with his best buddy, a spotty pit bull named Murphy. Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas is his first novel.
- Varian KrylovSince her girlhood in a sunny coastal town in California, Varian Krylov has nurtured a love of words and a curiosity about the deep, dark forces at work in human nature, especially sexuality, and how they often paradoxically twine with our tenderest impulses. Her stories tend to explore the sometimes fine line between what arouses, and what frightens, what we’re driven to, and what we’re ashamed of.
As witty and seductive as I am sarcastic and self-deprecating, I spend as much time as possible thinking and writing about sex. No, not dense, inscrutable post-feminist texts on media representations of gender and the body--that was grad school. I write stories--short stories, novels, and starting a few weeks ago, screenplays--most of which poke and prod and the dark little corners of human sexuality. In a sense, nothing's taboo, anymore. There's no act, no fetish that hasn't been made utterly banal in the proliferation of porn. What intrigues and excites me is the exploration of the conflicting impulses, the twisted psychology and turbulent emotions of people who find themselves unable to resist desires that lie beyond their own moral boundaries.
- Mathew OrtizMathew Ortiz was born in Nuremburg Germany in 197O, the son of a quiet Army man and his loud Hungarian wife. Spending only two years in Germany, his family relocated to Fort Smith, Arkansas where he spent his youth in exile. Here is where he attended primary school and college, obtaining a degree in Nursing. He moved to Phoenix and met the bane and love of his life, Tim. When not on his laptop watching Are You Being Served or Keeping Up Appearances, Matt can be found either napping or reading with gusto.
- Joseph Lance TonletJoseph is a born and raised Southern Californian--with a twenty-year stint of living in the Midwest. He loves the laid-back lifestyle of San Diego and considers himself lucky to live where people dream of vacationing.
A lifelong reader of m/m fiction, he began his writing career one night sitting at his MacBook and has never looked back. He writes to bring the characters he dreams about to life.
- Brad VanceBrad Vance writes gay romance, erotica and paranormal stories and novels, including the breakout hits "A Little Too Broken" and "Given the Circumstances." Keep up with Brad at BradVanceErotica.wordpress.com, email him at BradVanceErotica@gmail.com, and friend him on Facebook at facebook.com/brad.vance.10
**About the package**
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THE BOOKS:
- ROAD RUNNER (ENCHANTMENT #1)By Rain CarringtonIn the Land of Enchantment, New Mexico, lives a man who has secrets. Levi Kape watches people at a bar nightly, writing things in his notebook and trying to blend in with the locals. His secrets keep him from getting close to anyone until Bobby Dawes comes off the road after a long haul in his 18-wheeler. After getting to know Bobby, he realizes he’d never been close to anyone. That was about to change.
Levi can’t settle down and not because he doesn’t want to, but because it could endanger his life. Bobby is a gentle, loving and strong man who doesn’t do commitment. He’s also a man that Levi wants more than anything, including his own safety.
Danger causes Levi to leave but he can’t forget the truck driver that drove into his life, changing everything. When Levi leaves, Bobby goes back onto the road, trying to forget the “Golden God” he’d fallen for, but with some help from friends with connections to dark people and places, Bobby finds his man and swears never to let him go again.
Can they save each other not only from the men who want Levi dead but from years of never seeking or finding the love they found in one another? Will the ultimate betrayal cost them the trust they need to make it work between them? Can Bobby save him, or be lost in a dark world alone…
- CAGED: LOVE AND TREACHERY ON THE HIGH SEAS (BAAL'S HEART #1)By Bey DeckardSheltered and lonely, Jon's life changes drastically when a strange ship sails into the harbour of his small port town one day. Trapped between the possessive pirate captain and his murderous first mate, he must learn to adapt or he will lose himself completely. An epic tale of love, treachery and revelation, this first installment of the Baal's Heart trilogy brings you into the lives of three men so bound together by jealousy and lies that they must sail to the very ends of the earth to find forgiveness.
Deckard's first novel is a masterful portrayal of sorrow, hope, and passion, with a narrative that twists the reader through a world set in the Golden Age of Piracy. A thrilling look into the darker side of human nature, Caged effortlessly melds serious historical fantasy with five star erotica.
- DANGEROUSLY HAPPYBy Varian KrylovAidan has always played it safe. Instead of pursuing his dream of creating innovative music that makes his soul sing, he settled for a degree in software, a job in a cubicle, and a spot in a generic band with his buddies.
And he's always been straight. But when he's seduced by magnetic local literary luminary Dario, Aidan must decide whether to keep playing it safe, or succumb to a ravenous passion and a nourishing love unlike anything he's experienced before. Will he find the courage to go after real happiness if it means admitting he's in love with a man?
Their journey together isn't easy. Sometimes it isn't safe. Even if Aidan has the courage to admit he's in love with Dario, can he endure the repercussions of the traumatic event in Dario's past?
- LUXURIA: THE OSWALD WITCHESBy Mathew OrtizDuncan Blackthorne carried a heavy burden for one so young. One of the most powerful witches of the Earth Clans, his singular ability to control fire was both blessing and curse. The wallflower of his family, they had no idea of what turbulent waters churned under his calm surface. Never expecting to find love, he trudged through life, expecting nothing. Until the man in his dreams became more real and insistent, Duncan realized his dream lover was so much more than expected. Suddenly he had a real world dominant that rocked his body and a dreaming ghost lover who captured his heart. Now what the hell was witch to do?
- GRIF'S TOY (TEASE AND DENIAL #1)By Joseph Lance TonletGrif believes he’ll live his life as a virgin. After all, who would want him? How could anyone find him, a guy who came with less than man-sized equipment, worthy of their love?
What he hadn’t counted on were the two amazing men who would change his life. After entering college, he meets Tate, his fun-loving roommate. While years later, with Tate now just a memory, Wes, a handsome, rugged ex-marine who runs his own security firm enters his life.
Both men lead Grif through a twisted mesh of pleasure, pain, and denial, as they force him to see his value, despite his size and insecurities.
- SAM AND DEREK: THE WHOLE STORYBy Brad VanceSam Bradford is a down-on-his-luck former Special Forces soldier when he meets Derek Constantine, sexually confused billionaire. Together the two men will play a series of games that bring them ever closer together…and which in the end may be the death of them…
Sam’s Reluctant Submission Sam's down to his last five dollars when he meets Derek, who makes him an offer - come to my estate for a manhunt, evade me for two days, and you'll make ten grand...but if I catch you, you surrender your ass to me! Sam's got SERE training and he's pretty sure his straight ass is safe, but anything can happen when the hunt is on...
Sam’s Reluctant Submission II: Urban Manhunt In Part I, Sam lost his ass to Derek, but kept something more important – Derek submitted him, but didn’t break him, and that’s what Derek really wanted. Now Derek wants a rematch – fifty grand for an urban manhunt, if Sam evades Derek’s crew…if he doesn’t, it’s four on one and Sam’s ass is toast!
Sam’s Reluctant Submission III: Search and Rescue In Part 2, Sam lost his ass to Derek again – and loved it! Which left him wondering if he was gay after all. Maybe a three way with Jake and Eddie will help him figure that out… And when Derek calls Sam to get his help with a search and rescue effort, what sexual sparks might be generated if they clash again in a “threematch”?
Sam’s Reluctant Submission IV: Avenging Devils The epic conclusion to the saga of Sam and Derek! When Derek’s dark past rears its head to jeopardize the couple and their friends Jake and Eddie, Sam will have to call on his old Special Forces buddies to do battle with The Factory, a malevolent cartel bent on revenge. Will Sam and Derek rescue Eddie from his kidnappers? Will seeing Sam explore his top side with Eddie make Derek jealous…or make him want Sam to do that to him? Most frightening and dangerous of all, will Derek finally say the L word!
BONUS STORY - Eddie’s MMA Submission – the story of Sam’s friends Eddie and Jake

Countdown to Trouble Day #16

Hey y’all! It’s day #16 of  the Countdown to Trouble.  For each day I’m going to post about it. It may just be a pic that helped me along while writing it, or it may be more. You’ll have to keep checking, lol.

*HINT HINT* And there *will* be giveaways that folks who comment will be entered in. Just sayin' lol. Y'all just never know when the comment fairy will strike!!!






I had a lovely 4 star reveiw from Cat at MM Goodbook review I wanted to share:

I found the storyline so much fun. I adored the sense of humor throughout the book. I thought the cat shifters was a great, unique idea for a sweet romance. I loved their world within a world. I also loved the ménage. Finding a good ménage isn’t easy, since mostly it revolves around one character. Not here! Al three men got their needs met, they fit like a glove and the sex scenes were extra hot and sexy.





This is where the Trouble Tour stopped today. Don't forget to stop by each place and enter for a chance to win a copy of Trouble:

17-Dec  BFD Book Blog


17-Dec  Love Bytes


17-Dec  Velvet Panic


17-Dec  MM Good Book Reviews

Wednesday Briefs - In Enemy Hands #3.4

Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)Prompts for this week:
“We need to talk.”“You break it, you buy it.”“Let’s agree to disagree.”“We have a plan so let’s stick to it.”“Put a ring on it.”“That’s an easy fix.”“Time will tell.”“I love swimming.”“At this point, I'm completely anesthetized to dick.” (Thank you, Kazy, for that lol)“These boots are made for walking…”“I’ve never seen a grown man cry.”“Let’s call it a day.”  or use: captive, brother, chinor use: wall, rocks, dayor use: spice, cow, necklaceor have your character make a toastor use: bow, cookies, phoneor have a character play pinballor have a character in a car wreck or have a character take a sick day

Chapter 3.4Adlar waited until those puzzled brown eyes focused on him. “Greetings, Prince Varo Kutchif of Yesri.”
“Wh-what? Why am I lying down? And how… how do you know my… Who are…?”
Well now, he had confirmation who indeed his captive was. “I’m Adlar Mondur, leader of the D’noir, and younger brother to King Omori, ruler of Helkan.”
“Helkan? But….” Varo sat up.
Adlar grasped Varo’s chin. “And you, my dear princeling, crash-landed on my planet. I claim you as my prisoner.”
“P-p-prisoner?”  Under his tan skin, Varo paled.
He watched as the confusion cleared and… was that fear in those brown eyes? How delightful. “And as I’m sure you know, my people do not release our prisoners.”
Adlar smiled at Varo, letting his fangs show. He’d prepared himself for many reactions; he wasn’t ready for Varo to head-butt him. The force of the blow rocked him backward, breaking his grip on his hostage.
“Oh, frack!” Adlar yelled as he sprawled on the ground. Pain exploded in his face, spreading quickly.
Varo was on his feet and running.
From off to the side, he heard a rolling chuff. He lifted his hand and gently touched the tender, swollen area. He bet a bruise was already forming. He glared at Dar. “Too busy laughing at me to help, I take it?”
Dar yawned, showing off huge canines. He licked his lips, his whiskers twitching as he stared in the direction Varo fled. Then he laid his head between his paws.
Well, he had his answer. “Fine!” Snarling, Adlar launched to his feet, stumbling slightly as he followed Varo. Maybe his head wasn’t as hard as he thought.
Even with the pounding in his ears, he could still hear the harsh breathing of Varo in front of him, as the other male crashed through the jungle. Well, there was certainly no attempt to hide his trail now. His frantic rush left a swath of destruction that Adlar followed easily.
Varo probably had training for such situations, but apparently, he’d forgotten it. Fear and a probable reaction might be affecting Varo’s judgment. And if he’d had> had a reaction, then the last thing he should be doing was running. Adlar needed to end this.
“Stop!” Adlar yelled. Then a new thought hit him. “All this fracking noise will draw predators straight to you!”
Receiving no answer, he dug deep, pushing his body to move faster. That was his prey, and when he caught that other male he was going to… A sudden flash of purple streaked past him. Oh, so now the temperamental batar decided to help?
Adlar growled as Dar’s long strides ate up the ground as he closed in on Varo… then flew past him. He didn’t bother to question why Dar bypassed Varo. The irritating feline must have a reason. He was within arm’s length of Varo when an emat burst through the jungle, the horn on its forehead obliterating any hanging veins.
The large, thick-skinned, hoofed mammal barely took a step toward Varo when Dar slammed into it. Its dark blue coloring blended so well with the surrounding jungle, he’d never detected the dangerous animal—a mistake which could get him killed.
At least he knew why Dar had ignored Varo.
Adlar grabbed the back of Varo’s shirt just as the angered feline slammed into the emat, both animals knocked off their feet by the impact. The ground shook as they rolled. Taking a page from Dar’s book, Adlar yanked Varo off his feet. Both males tumbled to the ground, curses painting the air.
“Stop fighting me!” Adlar barked, grabbing Varo’s arms as they rolled into undergrowth, out of the way. Adlar ended up on top of Varo. “Do not draw the emat’s attention more than what you already have, you brain-dead—”
Varo bucked his body, trying to dislodge Adlar. “Then get off me, you stars-cursed—”
Adlar grasped Varo’s wrists and slammed them to the ground. Why couldn’t this blasted Yesri understand they were in danger? The emat’s skin was tough, and hard to stun with his weapon. If it attacked them, he’d have to kill it, and he didn’t want to. The animal was doing what the goddess created it to do—hunt. Only this time, it picked the wrong prey to track.
They must be quiet. “Shut. Up.” Fangs showing, he leaned over Varo, their faces inches apart.
“I said get off me!” Varo surged up again.
How dare this Yesri speak to him in such a way? Adlar didn’t think, just reacted. His lips crashed down over Varo’s. Determined, he tightened his grip on Varo’s wrists, his hold sure to leave bruises. Anger and frustration screamed through him. Varo was going to get them killed. His flight through the jungle might end with Dar hurt or even dead.
Why was it everything having to do with the Yesri ended up swamped in violence? He was so tired of the other race’s sense of entitlement. Someone needed to teach them a lesson. A growl escaped him as Varo dropped back to the ground, and then heaved up again. Adlar rode Varo’s thrashing body, struggling to stay on top of the other male.
Then Varo collapsed. He barely caught the trace of a whimper from Varo as the fight suddenly left him. With their lips still mashed together, Adlar gentled the kiss, tracing the seam of Varo’s mouth. Instead of the iron hold on Varo’s wrists, he eased his touch, even while still restraining Varo. Then Varo opened, and Adlar’s tongue swept inside.
Varo moaned again, and pleasure exploded in Adlar’s mind. Never had he tasted such raw desire in another, such need. Under that desperation, there was a sweetness which surprised him. Enticed him. Adlar delved deeper, wanting more. He ached to bury his cock inside the male under him.
Varo’s moves were now more sensual, less violent. His moans were driving Adlar to distraction. As Varo settled into the kiss, Adlar heard Dar’s warning roar. He jerked his head up to see Dar scream straight in the face of the emat.

TBC

Cia NordwellJon KeysNephylimCaraway CarterCarol PedrosoKazy ReedSarah HayesRavon SilviusTali SpencerJohayanJulie Lynn Hayes

Wednesday Briefs - In Enemy Hands #3.5

Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)Prompts for this week:
“We need to talk.”“You break it, you buy it.”“Let’s agree to disagree.”“We have a plan so let’s stick to it.”“Put a ring on it.”“That’s an easy fix.”“Time will tell.”“I love swimming.”“At this point, I'm completely anesthetized to dick.” (Thank you, Kazy, for that lol)“These boots are made for walking…”“I’ve never seen a grown man cry.”“Let’s call it a day.”  or use: captive, brother, chinor use: wall, rocks, dayor use: spice, cow, necklaceor have your character make a toastor use: bow, cookies, phoneor have a character play pinballor have a character in a car wreck or have a character take a sick day

Chapter 3.4Adlar waited until those puzzled brown eyes focused on him. “Greetings, Prince Varo Kutchif of Yesri.”
“Wh-what? Why am I lying down? And how… how do you know my… Who are…?”
Well now, he had confirmation who indeed his captive was. “I’m Adlar Mondur, leader of the D’noir, and younger brother to King Omori, ruler of Helkan.”
“Helkan? But….” Varo sat up.
Adlar grasped Varo’s chin. “And you, my dear princeling, crash-landed on my planet. I claim you as my prisoner.”
“P-p-prisoner?”  Under his tan skin, Varo paled.
He watched as the confusion cleared and… was that fear in those brown eyes? How delightful. “And as I’m sure you know, my people do not release our prisoners.”
Adlar smiled at Varo, letting his fangs show. He’d prepared himself for many reactions; he wasn’t ready for Varo to head-butt him. The force of the blow rocked him backward, breaking his grip on his hostage.
“Oh, frack!” Adlar yelled as he sprawled on the ground. Pain exploded in his face, spreading quickly.
Varo was on his feet and running.
From off to the side, he heard a rolling chuff. He lifted his hand and gently touched the tender, swollen area. He bet a bruise was already forming. He glared at Dar. “Too busy laughing at me to help, I take it?”
Dar yawned, showing off huge canines. He licked his lips, his whiskers twitching as he stared in the direction Varo fled. Then he laid his head between his paws.
Well, he had his answer. “Fine!” Snarling, Adlar launched to his feet, stumbling slightly as he followed Varo. Maybe his head wasn’t as hard as he thought.
Even with the pounding in his ears, he could still hear the harsh breathing of Varo in front of him, as the other male crashed through the jungle. Well, there was certainly no attempt to hide his trail now. His frantic rush left a swath of destruction that Adlar followed easily.
Varo probably had training for such situations, but apparently, he’d forgotten it. Fear and a probable reaction might be affecting Varo’s judgment. And if he’d had> had a reaction, then the last thing he should be doing was running. Adlar needed to end this.
“Stop!” Adlar yelled. Then a new thought hit him. “All this fracking noise will draw predators straight to you!”
Receiving no answer, he dug deep, pushing his body to move faster. That was his prey, and when he caught that other male he was going to… A sudden flash of purple streaked past him. Oh, so now the temperamental batar decided to help?
Adlar growled as Dar’s long strides ate up the ground as he closed in on Varo… then flew past him. He didn’t bother to question why Dar bypassed Varo. The irritating feline must have a reason. He was within arm’s length of Varo when an emat burst through the jungle, the horn on its forehead obliterating any hanging veins.
The large, thick-skinned, hoofed mammal barely took a step toward Varo when Dar slammed into it. Its dark blue coloring blended so well with the surrounding jungle, he’d never detected the dangerous animal—a mistake which could get him killed.
At least he knew why Dar had ignored Varo.
Adlar grabbed the back of Varo’s shirt just as the angered feline slammed into the emat, both animals knocked off their feet by the impact. The ground shook as they rolled. Taking a page from Dar’s book, Adlar yanked Varo off his feet. Both males tumbled to the ground, curses painting the air.
“Stop fighting me!” Adlar barked, grabbing Varo’s arms as they rolled into undergrowth, out of the way. Adlar ended up on top of Varo. “Do not draw the emat’s attention more than what you already have, you brain-dead—”
Varo bucked his body, trying to dislodge Adlar. “Then get off me, you stars-cursed—”
Adlar grasped Varo’s wrists and slammed them to the ground. Why couldn’t this blasted Yesri understand they were in danger? The emat’s skin was tough, and hard to stun with his weapon. If it attacked them, he’d have to kill it, and he didn’t want to. The animal was doing what the goddess created it to do—hunt. Only this time, it picked the wrong prey to track.
They must be quiet. “Shut. Up.” Fangs showing, he leaned over Varo, their faces inches apart.
“I said get off me!” Varo surged up again.
How dare this Yesri speak to him in such a way? Adlar didn’t think, just reacted. His lips crashed down over Varo’s. Determined, he tightened his grip on Varo’s wrists, his hold sure to leave bruises. Anger and frustration screamed through him. Varo was going to get them killed. His flight through the jungle might end with Dar hurt or even dead.
Why was it everything having to do with the Yesri ended up swamped in violence? He was so tired of the other race’s sense of entitlement. Someone needed to teach them a lesson. A growl escaped him as Varo dropped back to the ground, and then heaved up again. Adlar rode Varo’s thrashing body, struggling to stay on top of the other male.
Then Varo collapsed. He barely caught the trace of a whimper from Varo as the fight suddenly left him. With their lips still mashed together, Adlar gentled the kiss, tracing the seam of Varo’s mouth. Instead of the iron hold on Varo’s wrists, he eased his touch, even while still restraining Varo. Then Varo opened, and Adlar’s tongue swept inside.
Varo moaned again, and pleasure exploded in Adlar’s mind. Never had he tasted such raw desire in another, such need. Under that desperation, there was a sweetness which surprised him. Enticed him. Adlar delved deeper, wanting more. He ached to bury his cock inside the male under him.
Varo’s moves were now more sensual, less violent. His moans were driving Adlar to distraction. As Varo settled into the kiss, Adlar heard Dar’s warning roar. He jerked his head up to see Dar scream straight in the face of the emat.

TBC

Cia NordwellJon KeysNephylimCaraway CarterCarol PedrosoKazy ReedSarah HayesRavon SilviusTali SpencerJohayanJulie Lynn Hayes 

Countdown to Trouble Day #15 and a surprise winner!

Surprise Winner Alert!


Kathy Clevenger

Kathy, email me at nomoretears00@hotmail.com. If you live in the states, you can pick one of the coffee mugs. They haven't come in yet, but they should be arriving soon. :)
  or
If you're outside the US, I'll send you an Amazon CG for $5.00. Just email me and let me know. 







Hey y’all! It’s day #15 of  the Countdown to Trouble.  For each day I’m going to post about it. It may just be a pic that helped me along while writing it, or it may be more. You’ll have to keep checking, lol.

*HINT HINT* And there *will* be giveaways that folks who comment will be entered in. Just sayin' lol. Y'all just never know when the comment fairy will strike!!!





Check out the wonderful art work by August (Gus) Li.





And don't forget the Trouble Tour is still going on. There's a chance to win a free ebook of Trouble, but also each stop has individual posts or questions about me or the book.


16-Dec
Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves


16-Dec
Nephylim 


16-Dec


16-Dec
Rainbow Gold Reviews

Countdown to Trouble Day #14

Hey y’all! It’s day #14 of the Countdown to Trouble.  For each day I’m going to post about it. It may just be a pic that helped me along while writing it, or it may be more. You’ll have to keep checking, lol.

*HINT HINT* And there *will* be giveaways that folks who comment will be entered in. Just sayin' lol. Y'all just never know when the comment fairy will strike!!!

Check out the wonderful art work by August (Gus) Li.




 








































Don't forget the Trouble Tours started today and there's a giveaway for an ebook on that too. At each stop I either did a requested guest post or an interview. So, what I'm saying is each stop will be something different. :)



Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words
Multitasking Mommas
Hearts on Fire

Countdown to Trouble Day #13

Hey y’all! It’s day #13 of the Countdown to Trouble.  Don't forget the Trouble Tours starts tomorrow and there's a giveaway for an ebook on that too.



Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words
Multitasking Mommas
Hearts on Fire


For each day I’m going to post about it. It may just be a pic that helped me along while writing it, or it may be more. You’ll have to keep checking, lol. *HINT HINT* And there *will* be giveaways that folks who comment will be entered in. Just sayin' lol. Y'all just never know when the comment fairy will strike!!! Here are a pic's of a few things I've ordered. We've got coffee cups, pins, and a notebook. And art work coming too!


~M

Welcome Jay Vaughn and a Giveaway!

I’m on Michelle’s blog today to give my thoughts on science fiction.I love science fiction. It’s my favorite genre with the possible exception of fantasy. I love them both. I read my first fantasy novel when I was thirteen. It was A Princess of Mars, by Edgar Rice Burroughs. My father, an avid sci-fi reader, had purchased the first several books of the series in hard cover, illustrated by Frank Frazetta. I was fascinated by the cover, which depicted a very muscled, scantily clothed man (imagine that!) and a well-endowed, even more scantily clothed female on an alien world, complete with vanquished aliens. Once I started reading, I was hooked. ERB wrote fast paced stories set in unbelievable worlds with stunning heroes. And they were full of hokey romance as well—I was in heaven.  I devoured as many of ERBs books as I could talk my parents into buying for me, including the first sixteen or so (LOL!) in the Tarzan series. For Christmas that year, my dad bought me a boxed set of six early Heinlein novels, including Tunnel in the Sky, Time for the Stars, The Door Into Summer, and Have Spacesuit, Will Travel. They ushered in my love affair with science fiction that continues to this day. So it’s inevitable that, once I started writing, I would try my hand at science fiction and fantasy. Indeed, the first couple of novels I wrote, both yet unfinished and unpublished although not for lack of content (together they are 1400 pages or so), are fantasy novels. What is surprising is that the first story I published, the Rough Boys trilogy, is not fantasy or sci-fi. It’s a modern, urban coming of age novel. It also doesn’t suffer from lack of words though J. Sci-fi rarely contains romance. I, personally, am not interested in reading detailed descriptions of weapons or propulsion systems that haven’t been invented yet. I also tend to skim when it comes to political intrigue and ideology—some is okay, but if it goes on for more than two pages I start to yawn. However, give me some steamy sexual tension mixed in with the aliens and exotic fauna and I can’t put the book down. So when I started writing, and subsequently reading, M/M romance novels, I was delighted to discover a compelling selection sci-fi and fantasy stories were available in this genre. One of the first I read was MA Church’s The Harvest. OMG, Keyno is one of the sexiest aliens ever! I’m also waiting with bated breath for the next chapter of In Enemy Hands to come out (hint, hint!).Some of my other favorite M/M sci-fi novels are, in no particular order: Hot Cargo, by Nicki Bennett and Ariel Tachna, A Solid Core of Alpha, by Amy Lane, Prisoner 374215, by Angel Martinez, A Blinded Mind, by Cari Z, and Zero Hour by Jordan Castillo Price. I’m currently working on a dystopia novel, which is also a Christmas story, called Christmas in Zonei. It’s got the requisite evil, controlling government, a hot gene-modified shifter, and a gorgeous telepath (oops, I think I just gave away some info that hasn’t come out in the novel yet J). I’m posting the story chapter-by-chapter on my author website, http://authorjvaughn.com as well as on http://gayauthors.com and http://literotica.com. So, rest assured, I’ll be reading and writing more sci-fi in the future. Sci-fi with aliens. Hot, hunky aliens. Yum!

Giveaway What the heck. As long as I’m posting on Michelle’s site, might as well give something away. I’ll give a copy of The Valjevo Encounter, (which is paranormal rather than sci-fi but definitely not your typical vampire novel) to a randomly selected commenter. Please put your email address in your comment so I can find you, or be sure to check back in a week when I post the winner.


Book Blurb This is the description of Christmas in Zonei, which is the dystopia story I’m currently writing.Excerpt from Christmas in ZoneiTo set the scene for the following excerpt, Kim has found Raeden freezing to death on the streets and brought him into his home. But once he thaws out, they discover that Raeden’s hands and feet have been badly frostbitten, and he is no longer mobile. So he’s stuck at Kim’s apartment for a while…
“Why?” Raeden asked.“Because you stink!” was Kim’s terse response.“Get used to it.” “No. You’re in my home. You will maintain a minimum standard and you’re way below it right now.”“I didn’t ask to be here. You should have left me where you found me.” “Yes, I should have,” Kim snapped, “but I didn’t. Besides, look at how filthy your hands and feet are. If those blisters pop, they’ll get infected.” By now Raeden’s blisters had gotten larger, and many of them were very dark, almost black. “You need to get clean if you don’t want to end up stuck here forever.”Raeden growled something unintelligible, staring at his mutilated feet. “Hand me your coat and hat and then see if you can crawl into the bathroom. I think you’ll feel a lot better once you’re clean.” “Ain’t nothin’ gonna make me feel better.” Kim stood at the foot of the futon and glared at him, hands on hips. Raeden snatched the wool skullcap off his head and threw it at him, his anger apparent in the force of his throw. The soft cap smacked Kim harmlessly in the chest and he let the filthy hat fall to the floor. The big man’s greasy hair was plastered to his head where the cap had been. He started working on the top button of his wool jacket with his blistered, swollen fingertips, swearing under his breath. “Here, let me.” Kim’s anger vanished as soon as he saw Raeden struggling to do as he’d asked. He dropped to his knees next to the bed and leaned over Raeden. Brushing the big man’s injured hands away, his own nimble fingers made short work of the buttons. Raeden scowled at him, but leaned forward so Kim could help him slide the coat off.The room was a comfortable temperature now, having been warmed by the three teakettle’s worth of water Kim had heated for the bath. The gauge on the PowMon sat at one-point-five percent. He would recharge it while Raeden was soaking in the tub. As he lifted the filthy coat away from Raeden, he realized there was a distinct vomit smell wafting off of it. Ugh! He tossed it onto the floor next to the skullcap. He would do laundry now too. Raeden lurched to his hands and knees on the futon, resting his weight on the heels of his hands, his injured fingers curled carefully away from the soft surface. With a determined look on his face, he began to crawl slowly off the futon, cursing as his fingertips grazed the edge. Kim found he was holding his breath as he shadowed the big man on his slow progress to the bathroom. Daylight filtered through from the other side of the curtained partition and Kim shuddered as he got a look at Raeden’s blistered feet from the underside. The toes were almost unrecognizable as such and Kim wondered if the darkness he saw was the toes themselves or simply dirt. There was a long clear blister along the edge of one of his soles, and some smaller but still sizable blisters here and there on his feet. Raeden’s pants were filthy, the seat caked in dried mud. Kim was suddenly aware of the huge muscles moving underneath the layer of soiled fabric and he quickly looked away. Once in the bathroom, Raeden flipped over to a sitting position. “Fuckin’ ridiculous. I don’t need no bath,” he grumbled. Kim ignored his comment, applying toothpaste to a spare toothbrush and handing it to the man. “You don’t have a sonic toothbrush?” Raeden asked. When Kim shook his head, Raeden took the brush and brushed his teeth without objection, taking his time and seeming to do a thorough job. Kim wondered how long it had been since he’d brushed his teeth.He knelt up to spit and rinse in the sink, his giant stature making him almost as tall on his knees as Kim was standing. When he finished, Kim took the opportunity to unbutton Raeden’s shirt for him. The act seemed intimate. It was different from when he helped his mother during her final days, more like something you would do with a lover. Kim found himself keeping his eyes averted lest Raeden catch him ogling. When he stepped behind Raeden to help him slip the shirt off, his breath caught in his throat. Raeden was wearing a skintight tank under his shirt, which did nothing to hide his massive shoulders and back. He was ripped. Kim had never seen such perfection and hadn’t expected it, given the vagrant’s deplorable condition. Then he gasped in surprise and a tremor of fear ran through him. Raeden’s skin had a pattern on it, like scales. When he looked closely he saw it wasn’t something that had been inked into his skin—it was part of the skin itself. The faint, intricate lines covered his shoulders and the base of his neck, disappearing up into his hairline. His skin started to crawl as the realization hit him. He gasped out, “You’re a mod!” “No shit!” Raeden’s response was irritated. “You didn’t figure that out by my size? No normal people are this big.” Kim found that he had involuntarily taken a few steps back, but there was nowhere to go in the small bathroom. His heart was slamming against his ribs. “I … I’ve never seen a mod before,” he stammered, trying to get his terror under control. Mods were extremely dangerous … unpredictable.Raeden smirked at him.“I thought … I thought…”“You thought mods were a myth?” Raeden quirked an eyebrow at him in amusement and somehow that eased his fear a notch. He stared at the scale pattern, which seemed to cover every inch of Raeden’s exposed skin except his face.“What can you do?” The question slipped out of his mouth unbidden.“Nothin’ anymore,” Raeden growled. Kim’s curiosity got the better of his fear. “But what kind of mod are you?” he pressed.“Nothin’ anymore,” Raeden repeated. His voice had an edge to it and Kim decided he shouldn’t push for an answer. He wondered briefly if Raeden could read minds—he’d heard that some of them could—but he dismissed that thought. The giant didn’t seem like that kind of mod.
Author BioJay Vaughn lives in sunny Seattle, a clean, progressive city that is way too expensive for a writer’s income. Therefore, Jay holds down a full-time, computer-industry day job, but writing is her passion. It’s a hobby-gone-wild, so much so that her teenage kids accuse her of being an addict.Jay carries her laptop everywhere and can often be seen combining other favorite activities with writing. For example, you can find Jay sitting at a small table in the back of the gay bar around the corner from her house, drinking wine and writing. Or waking up early while camping, dragging out the laptop, and writing. Or writing in the truck on the way to and from concerts, ski-trips, visits to relatives ... wherever. Jay’s favorite genres are sci-fi, fantasy, and M/M erotic romance. She discovered M/M quite by accident when she was writing a traditional fantasy novel, and one of her characters ended up in an all-male prison for a bit too long. Whoops!Find out what Jay is working on next at http://www.authorjvaughn.comor drop her a line at jayvaughn@live.com. She’d love to hear from you.
Buy Links My most recent published novel, The Valjevo Encounter, is available from these fine retailers:Divergent Publishing: http://www.divergentpublishing.com/?product=the-valjevo-encounterAllRomanceebooks.com: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thevaljevoencounter-1659021-153.htmlAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00P4DUH3S
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