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July 27, 2013
Excerpt from my next M/M release, ‘Waiting for Rain’
My new M/M release should be out in November. I’m waiting for confirmation so don’t hold me to that. But I thought I’d give you a little teaser of the first few pages to see what you think.
This is the longer blurb…
When Toby Prentiss, Hotel Manager at the Duck and Drake in rural Stamford, meets hunky Rain Engel , master carpenter, in the hotel, there is a definite spark between the two men. From a heated kiss in the hotel’s lost property room to assignations in a garden shed and a rather raunchy session on a haystack, it’s surprising that their passion for each other doesn’t set the stack on fire.
Despite very different backgrounds , the two men begin a relationship that starts to develop into something deeper. Rain has been hurt in the past and he’s very wary of getting involved again. Toby comes from a broken background and he’s had to learn everything the hard way. But when he gives himself to someone, there’s no holds barred. And when Rain’s ex lover turns up to convince Rain to take him back, things get a little stressful. Toby’s past comes back to haunt him and the two men find they have a lot of soul searching to do. But it’s only when the small town erupts in an act of violence against one of them, that true feelings are bared and they have to come to grips with the extent of their feelings for one another.
And here’s the longer excerpt. This is still a WIP (Work In Progress) and has some editing to be done but I don’t think it’s too bad really…
Chapter 1 Toby
I’d never realised what it felt like to be ‘at the end of my tether’ before. I knew the expression, having looked it up in an idle moment once when I was bored. The Cambridge Dictionary defined it as ‘having no strength or patience left’ and UsingEnglish.com said it was’ to be at the limit of your patience or endurance.’ Both of these phrases were true. Personally I preferred ‘fucked off beyond all restraint and ready to kill.’
I gritted my teeth, my jaw aching as the little old lady in front of me waved bejewelled and gnarly fingers in front of my face. I wanted to bite them off one by one, watch as they fell into little white and bloody strips onto the very expensive carpeting we stood on. The hotel owner wouldn’t like that one little bit. Not the fact I’d bitten her fingers off but the fact that the blood may stain his carpeting. He was no fan of Esther either.
“Young man, are you even listening to me?” Esther Mountjoy’s face was like crinkled crepe paper, her tone haughty. Faded blue eyes gazed out of a face that was immaculately painted. Her thin lips were twisted in a grimace of displeasure that I wasn’t hearing what she was saying. People passing by in the plush hotel entrance glanced at us curiously. Some were even loitering, waiting to see how the whole ‘square off’ would turn out.
I’ve been listening to you for the last ten fucking minutes, you homophobic, ignorant cow.
My face formed into what I hoped was a reassuring smile and not the visage of a psycho axe murderer wanting to strike the woman’s head off her shoulders. Preferably with a blunt axe. “Mrs. Mountjoy, of course I have. You’ve made your point loud and clear. But I’m sorry. I can’t ask these two people to leave the hotel simply because you don’t like the fact that they are –how did you put it? Oh yes, ‘poncy nancy boys’. I’m afraid this hotel has an open policy on things like this and we won’t judge people who wish to stay here based on their sexual preference.”
My friend and receptionist Tammy watched me carefully from the elegantly panelled wooden reception desk. She peered over the top of her very prim and proper glasses. I think she was getting ready to pull me off the lady patron standing in front of me should I decide to go completely insane. I wanted to pick up and use the stone vase sitting innocently yet alluringly on the polished oak side table in the foyer and bash this woman over her immaculately coiffed head.
“But they’re queer, Mr. Prentiss!” Esther hissed, scandalised, her eyes darting around the busy reception area, no doubt for fear someone might hear her utter a taboo word. I wanted to break into song and chant the old Northern maxim ‘there’s nowt so queer as folk’ but I didn’t think that would help.
“They are two gay men who have paid to stay here like everyone else, Mrs. Mountjoy.” My smile was starting to crack, my hostility level rising.
Christ, I was so bloody sick of this attitude. I’d faced it all my life.
“Mr. Wren and Mr. Carmichael have every right to be here.” I clenched my hands by my sides, my fingernails cutting into my palms. Out of the corner of my eye, Tammy twitched and half stood up from behind her position at the reception desk.
“Then I shan’t be coming back here, if people like that are allowed to soil these beautiful premises with their presence.” Her satisfied, smug words sent an immediate jolt of fury to my chest. “It’s scandalous, that’s what it is. That God fearing folk like me and Mrs. Wainwright have to put up with that disgusting filth in the same place we lay our heads at night. Isn’t that right, dear Selma?” She turned to the tall, spare, woman standing quietly at her side who looked uncomfortable at her proclamation. Her eyes were raised to mine almost in apology. Selma Wainwright had always been open minded as far as I knew. My head pounded at the description of two gay men as ‘disgusting filth’.
My temper rose and I groaned inwardly.
Keep it loose, Toby. For God’s sake, don’t go bloody ape shit. Not here.
“Well, Esther, darling, the man does have a point. They have paid-“
“Selma!” Esther was totally floored. “You don’t mean you agree that they should stay here?” Selma’s face coloured and she lowered her eyes. A man chuckled in the corner and I glanced over. He was on a mobile phone and I didn’t think he was laughing at the event taking place.. In my present mood I would have whacked him with said vase as well.
“Mrs. Mountjoy-“ My strangled voice cut off as I felt a firm clasp on my shoulder. My boss, the hotel owner, Simon Winslake, stood beside me. His firm grip on my shoulder was both a warning and a comfort. His smooth baritone echoed through the hallowed entrance of the venerated Duck and Drake Hotel.
“Mrs. Mountjoy. Mrs Wainwright. May I ask you to come with me to the Orchid Room where you can enjoy a lovely afternoon cream tea and we can talk about what it is that concerns you? I can assure you that young Toby here is only carrying out my wishes. Perhaps you might like to address your worries to me personally, so I can let him get back to his job.” Simon’s voice had always sounded like sherry to me, rich, warm and dark with a hint of smokiness. He was the complete stereo type of the English gentry. About forty, tall, handsome and wiry, with dark brown hair streaked with silver, tanned cheeks and dressed to kill in a tweed suit which looked casual but which I knew was from Daks.
I’m a twenty seven year old gay man. I know good tailoring when I see it. I felt both peeved that I hadn’t been able to let loose on the woman standing before me with the gleam of victory spread across her features, but also relieved that Simon had stepped in when he had. I nodded at him slightly and his eyes smiled at me warmly. I felt a surge of affection for the man. He was always there for me when I needed him. He was my mentor and a good friend. He touched Esther Mountjoy’s shoulder and she preened. I scowled.
What would the stupid woman do if she knew she’d been touched by a bisexual man? Go home and take a bloody shower and use her pumice stone to scrub her wrinkly skin? Simon was bisexual but kept his dalliances with men private from choice. Only a select few knew of his sexual proclivities. I was one of them. I wished I could tell her so she’d scrub so hard she bled bile.
Simon continued. “Now do come with me, ladies, and let’s see what we can do about all this. I’m sure we can come to some amicable agreement.” Simon shepherded the two women off towards the richly decorated and extremely plush Orchid Room in the other wing. I watched them go, breathing a sigh of relief. I unclenched my hands and frowned when I saw crescent marks etched into my flesh. One of them was bleeding. I licked it absently then felt a hard punch on my back. I scowled and looked around to see who was abusing me.
“God, Toby, don’t be so disgusting. You’re licking blood off your hand in public, in front of guests.” Tammy stood behind me, her pale face smiling, her eyes watchful. “Come on over here and let’s chat.” I was unceremoniously pulled over to a small room behind the Reception desk which served as our office.
“I need to get back to work, Tam,” I started to say, but she frowned and held my undamaged hand tighter. I sighed, knowing it would do no good to argue. The woman was a pit bull. Instead I followed meekly and when we were in the office she looked at me.
“Are you all right, sweetie? God, that woman was such a bitch. I honestly thought you might rip her throat out.” Her brown eyes regarded me through the lenses of her designer glasses, her slightly rounded face full of concern. Tammy Whittaker was my best friend and confidante. We’d know each other for nearly four years now, ever since I’d been at the Duck and Drake in the lovely town of Stamford in Lincolnshire. Tammy had been here five years, having arrived here as a green twenty year old and making herself indispensable. There was very little that went on that Tammy didn’t know about. I was well versed myself in the workings of the hotel, having started out as a hotel porter when I was just twenty three. I’d worked my way up to the position I’d held now for three years as General Manager. I was proud of that accomplishment at the tender age of twenty seven. When I’d seen where I’d come from, I think I had that right. I nodded at her.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I was getting riled so it’s lucky that Simon intervened when he did. But I should have been able to handle it, Tam. It’s what he pays me to do.”
“I don’t think he wanted blood all over his hotel, Toby,” Tammy said wryly. “And if he’d left you with her, he might well have had buckets of it.” She touched my cheek, looking up from her five foot four height into my six foot frame, reaching up to plant a warm kiss on my cheek.
So what do you think? Does it grab you, want to make you read more? This is also my first foray into the world of first person POV and the chapters alternate between Toby and the man who still has to make his appearance, the sexy Rain Engel. And boy does he drive poor Toby crazy….
If anyone fancies reading a chapter from Rain’s POV, leave a comment and let me know. Then perhaps I’ll post something that gives you a little bit of insight into who Rain is.
Thanks for reading!
July 26, 2013
Stripped Bare
This is the wonderful book trailer for my latest book release, ‘Stripped Bare’. My clever daughter Ashley made it for me and it’s awesome!
Though two years past, Matthew Langer is still getting over the death of a loved one. He’s steered clear of serious relationships, but when he meets the irascible, dirty mouthed and tempestuous Shane Templar that decision has never been harder. Shane is sexy, warm and funny, and Matthew finds himself trying like hell not to care about him. Especially when Shane, with his quick wit and hacking skills, is quick to stand up for justice and avenge wrongs. Then Shane strikes at the wrong target, and Matthew realises just how far gone he already is. At the threat of losing for good yet another man who’s broken through his armour, Matthew finds his heart stripped bare. He must face the demons of his soul or a future without love.
July 23, 2013
Stripped Bare becomes a ‘best seller’!
The cover for my new M/M Romance due out 22nd July 2013.
I have to share this with all and sundry. My new release, ‘Stripped Bare’ with Boroughs Publishing Group has made it to the Amazon bestseller lists and is also an All Romance e-books best seller. The book was released yesterday and has generated quite a lot of interest looking at the results. But then who wouldn’t want to read about a cheeky, sexy hacker and his OCD driven and brooding boyfriend…
Though two years past, Matthew Langer is still getting over the death of a loved one. He’s steered clear of serious relationships, but when he meets the irascible, dirty mouthed and tempestuous Shane Templar that decision has never been harder. Shane is sexy, warm and funny, and Matthew finds himself trying like hell not to care about him. Especially when Shane, with his quick wit and hacking skills, is quick to stand up for justice and avenge wrongs. Then Shane strikes at the wrong target, and Matthew realises just how far gone he already is. At the threat of losing for good yet another man who’s broken through his armour, Matthew finds his heart stripped bare. He must face the demons of his soul or a future without love.
I have to thank everybody that’s contributing to this wonderful surprise and made my week. I can only hope that the book continues to prove popular and that my readers really enjoy Shane and Matthew’s story.
July 22, 2013
Guest Blog: Fan-girling, Benedict Cumberbatch, karma and my books by Susan Mac Nicol
Hello my darlings, you are in for a treat today! Today's guest blogger is the lovely author Susan Mac Nicol. One of her topics today makes mention of actor Benedict Cumberbatch. If you don't know who that is, take a moment to stare in wonder.
Enjoy!
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I have to confess I’m usually a pretty level headed, non-emotional kinda gal. I’ve even been called a ‘cold hearted bitch’ or ‘the Ice Queen’ on occasion so you get the drift.
This is the wonderful blog of C N Faust and on which I have the privilege to appear. There is a lot of Benedict Cumberbatching going on here as well as introducing some details about my books you might not have known before. Have a read and see what you think. And and the rather sexy and compromising picture on my Pinterest board? I swear that was for research purposes.
July 20, 2013
I’m taking part in the #SexySnippets blog hop…
http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html?zx=4189e071e84b3c01
I’m taking part in the Sexy Snippets blog hop this Sunday. So here are my seven ‘sexy’ sentences as a snippet of my new release, ‘Stripped Bare’.
Matthew was aware he was standing on a London street in front of a gay bar with a man seducing him but he couldn’t care less at this junction. His whole body was on fire, his cock felt so huge in his jeans he was surprised he hadn’t burst the zipper.
Shane continued whispering. “I would love to break that control. See you beg, hear you say my name as you beg me to fuck you. Watch you let loose and just be yourself. Oops, sorry, I didn’t mean to swear, you can cane me later.”
Stripped Bare is released on Monday 22nd July and here is the buy link
http://www.boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/stripped-bare
Sneak Peek Sunday – ‘Stripped Bare’ release 22nd July
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I’m taking part in the Sneak Peek Sunday blog hop. Below you can find a short excerpt from my new release, ‘Stripped Bare’.
David moved closer to Shane, still tugging himself madly. David’s gasps grew more strident and louder as his body began to jerk uncontrollably. Shane closed his eyes in resignation. It was too late. The hot, wet, acrid smelling ejaculate shot all over his stomach and groin as David directed it over him and shouted out in release.
Shane was bathed in white spurts of semen that shot across his lower belly like silly string, warming his flesh and leaving sticky snail trails. It wasn’t the first time he’d been bathed in the stuff but it was the first time it had been done without his permission or willing participation. He opened his eyes to see David smiling at him.
“God, Shane, that was incredible,” David blabbered, missing Shane’s narrowed eyes and complete lack of humour.as he bobbed around on the bed like a kid at Christmas. “Let me get those bonds off you. Hold on and I’ll untie you.”
A distinct sense of relief flooded Shane’s body that he wasn’t closeted with a psycho about to carve him up or rape him. He knew he’d been lucky tonight and that made him all the more mad. He didn’t like taking risks like this one.
Shane watched as the other man fiddled with the ankle restraints, and when he’d was freed Shane’s legs, David moved up over Shane’s body to untie his wrists.
He was oblivious to the stillness of Shane’s body and the tensing of his muscles as he waited to be set free.
As soon as he unties that first one, I am going to fucking deck him right across his pretty face and beat the shit out of him.
Buy link http://www.boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/stripped-bare
The cover for my new M/M Romance due out 22nd July 2013.
July 15, 2013
‘Stripped Bare’ can now be pre-ordered!
I am so excited! ‘Stripped Bare’ is now available to pre-order on the Boroughs website. So if you fancy getting a heads up on the book before official release on 22nd July, this is the place to go.
http://www.boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/stripped-bare
Here’s a short excerpt from the start of the book to enjoy and whet the appetite…
All tied up with nowhere to go
Shane Templar watched the man standing by the bed. Shane had no idea how he’d gotten himself into this situation, but he had to admit that this wasn’t the first time. He’d thought he was cleverer than he used to be. He went through a mental checklist as he ticked off the items that had led him into the predicament he now faced.
Male √
Gay √
Intelligent √
Street wise √
Pretty smoking hot √
Experienced Escort √
Pushover No- fucking- way.
So, with that all established in his head, he wondered how in hell he was the one with his five ten frame tied spread eagled to a bed in the middle of a client’s very luxurious hotel room in the middle of London while said client, David Debussy, a regular, jerked off in front of him.
Shane’s brain felt woolly and he knew he’d been slipped something. He cursed at his lack of observation and awareness. He never made mistakes like this. Never.
Shane had met Debussy, as requested, at the five-star Baglione Hotel in Kensington and escorted the man through an interminably boring dinner for stock brokers. But while the dinner had made him consider slitting his own throat, the man beside him had made it almost bearable. Shane enjoyed being with David. He’d partnered the man close to half a dozen times over the last year, very much as a companion only.
Not once during the previous ‘engagements’, as Shane’s exclusive escort agency, Carrington Knights, called them , had it turned into anything more than a quick kiss goodbye on the lips and a promise of another date soon. Shane had often left his engagements with David with a raging hard on and had to make his way to the exclusive gay club in the middle of the West End. At Essence, Shane could usually find someone to alleviate his situation and give him some relief.
David was in his mid-twenties, a few years younger than Shane. He was charming, with deep russet hair, a physique like a Greek God and a backside that made Shane’s fantasies take free reign. He had wealth from a trust fund his mother left him that made Konrad Feldman look like a pauper. He also had a domineering father who tried to rule David with an iron fist.
Debussy was intelligent, attentive, and as sexy as hell.
At the end of this evening, David had suggested Shane join him for a drink in his room. Shane had agreed. He had a very firm policy about sleeping with his clients. Contrary to popular belief, he didn’t fuck them all. He was very choosy about whom he went home with. He had to like the person, feel comfortable with them and they had to make him feel horny. But after the second glass of champagne and a lot of hot and heavy kissing and crotch banging, he remembered nothing more. Until now.
Shane pulled at the cords that bound his wrists and ankles to the posts of a four poster bed. There was no way he was getting out of the bindings anytime soon. His naked body was splayed out on a luxurious Matelasse bed spread. The fierce erection that had sprung up when he and David were making out earlier had flagged.
He groaned, hoping to distract the man sitting on the corner of the bed close to him, frantically stroking his dick and looking as if he was going to let loose at any minute. The man’s eyes stared at him with a look of sheer greed, darting from Shane’s hairy chest to the blonde line of hair that ran down to his groin. Shane thought gloomily that at the moment there wasn’t much to see. He blamed it on whatever drug he’d been given.
“Erm, David? Honestly, you didn’t have to go all this trouble to jack off. I would have done it for you, you know that. Maybe if you took these ties off me, I could finish the job? Hand or mouth, I don’t mind either way. If you want to top, that’s fine with me too. I mean, I’m not even that hard either, so maybe we can work on that. Give you something more to look at.” He grinned through gritted teeth. There was no way Shane was getting the bastard off but it didn’t hurt to let him think that. He was more likely to punch the sly bugger in the nose. He disliked being made a fool of.
David moaned but didn’t stop what he was doing. “God, Shane, you are just perfect any way, you know that? You have got the most incredibly sexy body. Not buff but really toned.” His plummy tones, which earlier had been very seductive to Shane’s ears, were now an irritating high class whine in Shane’s brain. “I’m sorry I had to slip you something and tie you up, but I prefer you that way. “
Shane wondered if David had done this before and what the reaction had been from other men. He planned to make an example of the fact that it wasn’t the ‘done thing’ in his book just as soon as David cut him loose.
“I really wanted you tonight, Shane. I liked undressing you while you slept, and then splaying you out like that for me to see.” The man shivered in ecstasy and Shane could see he was close to climaxing, “That’s what gets me off. I mean, I paid for you right, so I should get what I want. The customer’s always right, correct?”
Who the fuck did this guy think he was, treating him like a piece of meat? He might have paid for the evening, but that didn’t give the bastard any right to do this to him.
“I didn’t think you’d mind.”
The whining increased, adding to the slow burn of fury that ebbed and waned through Shane’s chest. He gritted his teeth, needing to talk the other man into letting him go, not blasting him with a tirade of salty swear words Shane had learned from his fisherman grandfather. He had rather a rather profane mouth as a result.
“David, you look pretty close to eruption, so why don’t you let me go and I can help you with that? You like the look of my arse? Well, if you let me up, you can have it. It’s all yours.”
David moved closer to Shane, still tugging himself madly. David’s gasps grew more strident and louder as his body began to jerk uncontrollably. Shane closed his eyes in resignation. It was too late. The hot, wet, acrid smelling ejaculate shot all over his stomach and groin as David directed it over him and shouted out in release.
Shane was bathed in white spurts of semen that shot across his lower belly like silly string, warming his flesh and leaving sticky snail trails. It wasn’t the first time he’d been bathed in the stuff but it was the first time it had been done without his permission or willing participation. He opened his eyes to see David smiling at him.
“God, Shane, that was incredible,” David blabbered, missing Shane’s narrowed eyes and complete lack of humour as he bobbed around on the bed like a kid at Christmas. “Let me get those bonds off you. Hold on and I’ll untie you.”
A distinct sense of relief flooded Shane’s body that he wasn’t closeted with a psycho about to carve him up or rape him. He knew he’d been lucky tonight and that made him all the more mad. He didn’t like taking risks like this one.
Shane watched as the other man fiddled with the ankle restraints, and when he’d freed Shane’s legs, David moved up over Shane’s body to untie his wrists. He was oblivious to the stillness of Shane’s body and the tensing of his muscles as he waited to be set free.
As soon as he unties that first one, I am going to fucking deck him right across his pretty face and beat the shit out of him.
The cover for my new M/M Romance due out 22nd July 2013.
July 10, 2013
Morning
Sweet dreams all. Once again blame Rhys Ford for this one. She wakes us all up in the morning, when we have our first cup of coffee and a heartfelt 'sigh'....The woman is such a bad influence....But I'd have it no other way.
Blog Hop for my friend -Kindle Alexander ‘The Current Between Us’
My friend and great author, Kindle Alexander, has a blog tour going on at the moment. Now I have to tell you a little something about Kindle. She’s not only a great writer who writes books about men loving men and has the greatest characters ever with some of the hottest scenes, Kindle is also a very great lady. She’s kind, she’s funny and she’s helped me on my way to becoming a writer of M/M romance more than she can ever know. She’s been supportive and encouraged me every step of the way. So I owe her a debt of thanks. So as a favour to me and everyone who follows my blog and likes what I post (because why else you would be following me?) I’d love it if you could pay her a visit on her blog tour and leave a comment, maybe buy one of her books and generally just show her some love.
You can see a wonderful, entertaining interview below with Gage and Trent, the two hunky men from The Current Between Us at the link below.
http://twinsietalk.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/the-current-between-us-kindle-alexander.html
July 3, 2013
The Equal Rights Blog Hop – Why do I support it?
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Let me very honest. I’m not gay, transgender, gender fluid, lesbian, homosexual or any other label society chooses to put upon people who are classed as ‘different’ from the norm (according to ‘set society’ stands at least). For who the hell we are we to define ‘normal’ ? And don’t tell me the Bible says so because I might punch you with it. Apologies to any religious friends I have out there but I’m entitled to express my opinion the same way the Spanish Inquisitors did. Only I won’t torture and massacre people who don’t believe the same things I do.
I am a ‘straight’ woman-(another bloody label) – who has been married to the same man for twenty nine years. But that doesn’t stop me getting on my soapbox and reveling in the fact that DOMA is dead, in the UK we have a bill being presented to Parliament that gives same sex couples the right to marry and that at last society is starting to come around to the idea that if two people love each other, who gives a flying f*** what gender they are?
And I also know that these victories are hard won, that there has been a lot of heartache and angst in the process and that there is still oh so much work to do. Lives have been destroyed, people have destroyed themselves after being tainted with the stigma of being ‘different’ for loving someone of the same sex as them and nothing can change that. But there is wonderful and untiring work being done by so many people around the world to get their voice out there and tell people that they are simply human beings -and that’s all that’s required to be in love or get married and share a life together.
I am not a fan of any sort of persecution. I wrote an anthology of poetry about this in my younger days. Colour, religion, beliefs, sexuality – these are all simply facets of life that contribute to our growth as human beings. Which colour, which religion, which beliefs and which sexuality –these are all irrelevant. Instead we have a person who chooses to live their life in harmony with another person. Isn’t that what life is all about? A phrase I think that has been so overworked that it seems to have lost its meaning unless used in cliché ridden conversations and writings is Live and Let Live.
From research I’ve done, it appears that this proverb is Dutch in origin and is first recorded in Ancient Law Merchant by G. De Malynes, published in 1622. It was later included in a book of English proverbs collected by John Ray in 1678. This is what it is defined as being –
Run your own life the way you want to, and let others do the same; be tolerant of differences.
Remember the Christmas Truce of 1914? Both sides of the opposing armies laid down their arms and formed a truce to come together as a group of people just trying to beat the cold, the hunger, the death, the grief and the need to be with other human beings in peace and in harmony. Their differences were forgotten. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could nurture this in every second of every day? If children didn’t have be taught that being ‘gay’ or loving someone of the same sex and wanting to have sex with them was not a sin, that them being different to others isn’t something that can be surgically removed or psychologically changed or meant they don’t have the same rights as other couples do.
So for me being a member of this GLBT community in the way that I am- someone simply believing in the thought that all individuals should have the same rights as others despite their differences – means I care. I support the fight, the drive to take away the imperfections so that life can be the same for all, no matter what their sexual persuasion. And I hope that qualifies me to join this amazingly feisty and passionate band of people and rejoice in their victories.
I’m giving away an e-book copy of my new release, ‘Stripped Bare’ to one random lucky winner who comments on this blog post. You may be asked a question to qualify for the prize draw. The answer is in this post, honest. The book itself will only be released on 22nd July, but I promise, you’ll get it if you win it…
Question for Grand Prize Giveaway- How long have I been married?
Click on this link to keep hopping along….
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