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Syrah by Nessa L. Warin

All Corked Up: Book One

Shawn Neale is looking for when he stumbles into All Corked Up on Christmas Eve is some wine recommendations. What he finds is an instant attraction to Royce Wilkinson, the shop’s owner. After a few weeks of flirting during shopping and some semi-dates at Royce’s wine tastings, they decide on a real date. It goes well, but life isn’t that simple.

Shawn wants to buy Delicto, the local pub he manages. He’s been planning his life around this for years, but when the owner, who believes being gay is an illness, discovers Shawn went out with Royce, he gives Shawn an ultimatum: stop dating guys or he won’t get to buy Delicto. It’s a heartbreaking quandary: Can Royce and Shawn be happy with a secret relationship until Shawn buys Delicto or is Shawn going to have to choose between his dream job and his dream guy?

A GREAT little read!Now available at Dreampsinner Press!Fine Nessa on her website here and on Goodreads here.
 

Guilty Pleasures Contest - Shira Anthony

Shira Anthony is one of my all-time favorite authors. Her newest series, The Mermen of Ea, has me very excited. Stealing the Wind, the first in the series, is an incredible story of action, adventure, and seriously hot, sexy mermen. Shira writes about her favorite romance tropes and offers a chance to win one of her terrific novels. CHECK. IT. OUT.

Want to read more about her upcoming release, Stealing the Wind ?  You can read a very steamy excerpt from the beginning of the book here (scroll down to the end of the blog post).  There’s another excerpt, the opening chapter of the novel, here.  The book is now available for preorder on the Dreamspinner Press website and is 25% through July 26th!

Jamie Fessenden talks Music and Mystery - A fascinating post!

Jamie Fessenden, a music theory major in a past life, is on Shira Anthony's blog talking about his new book, Murderous Requiem from Dreamspinner Press. Jamie shares some fascinating history about the composition of Renaissance music and cult affiliation and, in Murderous Requiem, brings this chilling history to life in a contemporary story. Drop by and comment for a chance to win a copy of this incredible book before July 7th!

Guest Blogger Kameron Brook answers questions about her newest book Naughty Delights!

Join me in giving Kameron Brook a warm welcome! Today she answers questions about her newest book, Naughty Delights! She also talks about what inspires her to write!

Thank you for joining me, Kam. It's great to have you here. Tell us a little bit about yourself.

        I’ve been married to Dirk for fifteen years and we have two wonderful children. When I’m not reading or writing, I’m usually working on some sort of house project. At the present time, we are remodeling the bathrooms.

What inspires your writing?

        Dirk is my inspiration!

When did you start writing erotic romance? And why this genre?

        I started writing about three years ago. First it started out as me jotting down my fantasies. After the positive reviews, I decided to submit my first story, “Girls’ Nigh Out”.

Are you a full time author?

        My first job is being a mother. When I have free time, I write.

Who is your favorite author?

        I don’t have one favorite author. I will share ten authors on my bookcases: Keri Arthur, Cheyenne McCray, Christine Feehan, James Patterson, Maggie Shayne, Kresley Cole, Lora Leigh, Shayla Black, Lara Adrian, and JR Ward.

How many books have you written so far?

        Solo – one, same as Dirk. We have written five together though.

Tell us a little about your book, Naughty Delights.

        “Naughty Delights” Blurb: It’s grand opening day of Guilty Pleasures, and Donovan is there bright and early with his best friend Jackson. He came to show support to Jackson’s girl, Felicia and maybe grab a sugary treat. Little did he know he’d find something sweeter than anything offered on the menu board – the woman of his dreams. 

How long did it take you to complete “Naughty Delights” Did you write it freely or plan everything in advance?

        It took a couple months to write it because we had family emergencies and end of the school year activities. Yes, we did plan some of it, such as the bakery board. It’s our favorite feature.

What inspired you to write “Naughty Delights”?

        Years ago, a friend of my mom made her a hollow chocolate schlong. I remember her being embarrassed to eat it, store it in the freezer. I thought what a hoot it would be if someone actually had the job of creating naughty treats so voilà, the story was born.

Who is your favorite character in the novel and why?

        I like everyone equally. I guess it’s the parent in me that can’t choose one over another.

How much of yourself did you manifest into your favorite character?

        All the ladies have a little bit of me in them. I can say the same for the men having some of Dirk’s qualities, too.

When someone reads “Naughty Delights” what do you hope they gain from reading it?

        I want people to laugh and squirm in their seats. *smiles*

Can you share what you’ve learned about the business?

        There are going to be hard days so it’s best not to let those days get you down. If you do, you’ll never write again. Also, be prepared for writing blocks because eventually it will happen.

What is the most frequently asked question by the fans?

        Is there any truth to your stories? My reply, “Yes, every story has some truth to them. Maybe a paragraph. Maybe a chapter. In some cases, the entire story is based on actually events.”

What are you working on now?

        Right now we are taking some time off to enjoy the summer with our kids.

How do you keep your creative "spark" alive?

        Lots and lots of sex!

Ha, ha, ha! What is your suggestion or piece of advice to new and upcoming writers?

        If writing is your passion, don’t be discouraged if you receive a rejection letter or less than spectacular review. Your writing may not be for everyone but focus on the ones who seem to enjoy it. Those are your target audience!

Where we can find you on the Internet?

You can find us here on our Blog, or on Facebook, and find both of us on Amazon: Kam & Dirk and Goodreads: Kam & Dirk.

Find Naught Delights on Goodreads and buy Naughty Delights on Amazon.
 
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Share your favorite excerpt from “Naughty Delights” with us.

        This is it, Elizabeth thought as she pushed through the door to deliver a large batch of chocolate and vanilla sugar cookies to the display case. It was grand opening day for Guilty Pleasures, and she couldn’t be more excited or more nervous. Years of scrimping and saving had accumulated to this day. In a matter of minutes the bakery would be open for business, and their city would officially have their first taboo sweet shop.
        Elizabeth took one final look around, making sure everything was perfect, when Felicia, her business partner and friend, appeared next to her, chomping on a fornication cookie.
        Out of all the sugary creations crafted for the shop, Elizabeth and Felicia would agree these were the most fun to develop. They spent many wine-filled nights brainstorming and researching ideas for the inserts.
         “What’s it say, babe?” Elizabeth asked, nodding toward the paper in Felicia’s hand.
         Felicia laughed and read the naughty message, "Two heads are better than one, but three, now that’s what I call a party!" As she tucked the paper into her back pocket, she asked, “I forget. Was this yours or mine?”
         “I actually think your man deserves credit for this one.” Grinning, Elizabeth grabbed the sampler plate off the counter and walked toward the front door, turning to take one final look around before the place filled up. She couldn't be any prouder of the decor in her little slice of heaven. She glanced to her left and smiled proudly as she admired the photos on the wall.
         The food photographer they had hired did a fantastic job capturing the beauty and sexiness of several corset cakes available for purchase. But the icing on the cake, so to speak, was the mural to the right of the entrance. A local artist painted "What Are Your Guilty Pleasures" but the letters were actually naked people in compromising naughty positions.
        Felicia giggled. “Oh yeah, it’s all coming back to me now. We definitely drank way too much that night.”
        Nodding in agreement, Elizabeth turned on the neon sign and opened the doors for business.
        Already, a few eager customers were waiting by the window. They actually applauded when Elizabeth stepped out of the shop door. She greeted them with a smile and offered them their choice of iced cocks or boobs. She wasn’t surprised the guests blushed when they made their selection and bit into the cookie. She expected to witness many rosy cheeks in the hours ahead of them—giggles too.
        As the streets began to fill up with people going to work, Elizabeth tried to coax even more passersby into the shop with her funny shout-outs such as: “I bet our peckers taste as good as your man’s. No wait, even better!” And, “Our breasts are fantastic and all natural.” All the while she held up a naughty treat.
        After the bell dinged behind her a couple dozen times, she realized the humorous approach to draw in customers was working like a charm. Now with them inside, she had no doubt every person who’d entered the shop erected from her dreams would be a repeat customer. And with this thought, she knew the many dinners of Ramen noodles were well worth the discomfort it cost her over the years.

Thank you for taking time out to join me, Kam!

        Thank you so much for hosting me on your blog today. I hope your readers enjoy the interview and as always, I look forward to hearing from them.

Did you hear that everyone? Go ahead! Ask Kam a sexy question! You know you want to and don't hold back!

Be here! Tomorrow! Kameron Brook talks about her newest book, Naughty Delights!

Kameron Brook will join me tomorrow to discuss her newest book, Naughty Delights! She'll also answer questions and talk about what inspires her to write. A very sexy interview! Be sure to drop by and ask a sexy question!

FAIRY! A new FREE read by Cody!

Fairy by Cody Kennedy
As most of you know, the other me, Cody, writes fiction for gay young adults. Fairy, a new serial story is FREE! Chapter one is published in Harmony Ink's May 2013 Inklings Newsletter. Check it out on Cody's blog!          

And the HAHaT winners are...

It's official! 
This was my first year participating in the Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia and I am pleased and amazed by the number of people who joined us in bringing awareness to the world. I am proud to be an author of GLBTQIA literature and hope to bring you works that inspire you, give you strength and, above all, give you hope. A special thanks to all of the terrific people who participated and left comments and to Erika Pike and the wonderful people who began the Hop!
Choosing the winners was a lengthy, complicated, and very scientific process. First, it required that I print all the comments left on my blog. Having done so, I cut each comment into a strip of paper. Then, I pulled my largest bowl from the kitchen cabinet and I carefully placed the strips of paper into the bowl. And tossed them about. And tossed them about some more. Proceeding with caution, I approached Kismet's cage (for those of you who don't know, he's a greenwing macaw) and set the bowl atop the cage. He studied it for some time. *me tapping foot* "Come on, Kiz, I don't have all day." Kismet decided the strips of paper would be nice to bite and tear up. The first three strips that fell from his lips... er... beak won a signed copy of Safe!
And now... drum roll, please... The winners for participating in HAHaT especially beak-picked by Kismet are...  KarlShirley AnnJPadawan11Congratulations!

Hop Against Homophobia

What is the Hop Against Homophobia? It’s a blog hop created by a growing group of authors who write GLBTQIA works and who wish to bring awareness to GLBTQIA literary works and those who identify with non-binary gender. This year it begins on May 17th and will last through May 27th. It starts with IDAHO, May 17th, the International Day Against Homophobia.

We hope to bring attention to crucial issues surrounding homophobia, censorship of GLBTQIA works, and to current socio-economic, political, and very personal issues surrounding those who don’t identify with the strict binary categorization of sexual identity.

It’s important to note that The Hop Against Homophobia doesn’t only represent plights of discrimination. It represents a time of change; not only one of change in perspective but also one of behavior and the law. Now, more than ever before.

I am proud to be an author of GLBTQIA literature and hope to bring you works that inspire you, give you strength and, above all, give you hope; and, perhaps, be fortunate enough to change perspective.

Over the course of the next ten days, join me in helping to bring awareness to the world, in teaching the world that those of us who don’t identify in binary ways aren’t to be feared, reviled, or persecuted, but simply accepted for who we are.

In honor of this terrific blog hop, I’m giving away one SIGNED pdf copy of my Young Adult novella, SAFE  by the other me, Cody Kennedy.

All you need to do is comment below. At the end of the blog hop, I will randomly select a winner and post your name here! Be sure to check back on my blog on May 29th to see if you won!

Here’s to changing the world for the better! Be calm and rock on! It does get better!

~Ash

Guest Blogger Shira Anthony discusses her newest novel, Prelude!

Join me in giving Shira Anthony a warm welcome to my blog! Today she guest blogs about novel number four, the newest story in her Blue Notes series, Prelude! She also talks about angst and why she writes angsty stories. Go ahead, ask Shira an angsty question! You know you want to!

The Angsty Romance Writer
Thanks, Aisling, for letting me take over your blog today! Thanks also for letting me talk about the fourth book in my Blue Notes Series of classical music themed gay romances, Prelude, which was just released by Dreamspinner Press on May 6th. The Blue Notes Series are spin-off novels, so the books can be read in any order. Prelude is chronologically the first, even though it’s the fourth book in the series.

Let me start by saying that this is all Aisling’s idea! Well, at least in part. Aisling knows me well enough to understand that I’m a bit of an angsty diva myself, so I suppose the suggestion that I blog a bit about angst in my writing isn’t coming from out of left field. And he’s right, I love angst. Love reading it, love writing it.  
Do you ever get that pang in your gut or ache in your arms when you’re reading a great romance? That’s angst—the buildup of heartache and pain that leaves you craving the sweet resolution of a happily ever after (HEA) and makes you want to pummel the characters over their particularly hard, stubborn heads. You can have angst without a HEA. Anyone who’s read Nicholas Sparks’ books knows that feeling. Sorry. Not for me. I love to torture my characters, but they’re damn well going to get that HEA after all the torture!

So what is angst? Tough question. It’s many things, but I see it as a combination of emotion and tension in a storyline that forces the characters apart, if not physically, then emotionally. The push and pull of reality intruding onto the fantasy of romance. Ratchet up the tension between lovers, and the happy resolution is all that much happier.

There’s plenty of angst in my Blue Notes Series, in part because the books are character rather than plot-driven. Each novel takes one or both main characters and follows them as they grow and change because of circumstances in their lives or just because of the deep emotional connection of their romantic relationship. The love of a good man can do a lot to help an insecure man become more confident. The need to be loved can be the catalyst for letting go of fear. The fear of loss can drive a man to take a chance on a difficult relationship. These are all issues I’ve explored in the Blue Notes books.

Where does the angst come into play? It’s the undercurrent in all of these stories. The moment when a character knows he wants something, but he’s too afraid to read out and take it. We, the reader, sit up in our chair and cheer the character on or yell at him because he doesn’t want to take a chance. It’s the moment when a character pushes the other character away, when we know that deep in his soul he wants to stay close. Push and pull.

That’s exactly what conductor David Somers does in Prelude. David’s been hurt. He hides it well under his sophisticated veneer. But underneath the mask, he still feels the loss of his parents and his wife, all of who died far too young. He shrinks from expressing his emotion because he knows how much his grandfather’s anger hurt him as a child. So when he meets outgoing, loving violinist Alex Bishop, his initial attraction to Alex turns into fear. He pushes Alex way and tells himself he doesn’t need Alex. Romantic angst at its best. Of course, there’s a HEA (I wrote the story, after all!), but it’s hard won. But there’s something about a hard won, angsty HEA that makes the relationship stronger in the end and the HEA that much sweeter!

If you haven’t read any of the Blue Notes Series, you can dive in with any story and in any order. I hope you’ll enjoy reading them as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. Want to read an excerpt from Prelude? Click on this link (my website) and scroll down to the excerpt tab, or you can read a second excerpt on the Dreamspinner Press book page (same deal – scroll down and click the excerpt link). -Shira

PS: Want to win some Blue Notes swag? I’ll be giving away winner’s choice of a paperback or ebook of one of the Blue Notes novels as well as a Blue Notes Series t-shirt (winner’s choice of cover) at the end of the Blue Notes blog tour. To enter, comment on this post and the other blog posts to win! I’ll be drawing winners at the end of the blog tour. NOTE: Each Blue Notes novel is a standalone story and books in the series can be read in any order.Want to buy the Blue Notes Series books? You can find them all here: Notes Series at Dreamspinner Press
~*~Summary:  World-renowned conductor David Somers never wanted the investment firm he inherited from his domineering grandfather. He only wanted to be a composer. But no matter how he struggles, David can’t translate the music in his head into notes on paper.

When a guest violinist at the Chicago Symphony falls ill, David meets Alex Bishop, a last-minute substitute. Alex’s fame and outrageous tattoos fail to move David. Then Alex puts bow to string, and David hears the brilliance of Alex’s soul.

David has sworn off relationships, believing he will eventually drive away those he loves, or that he'll lose them as he lost his wife and parents. But Alex is outgoing, relaxed, and congenial—everything David is not—and soon makes dents in the armor around David's heart. David begins to dream of Alex, wonderful dreams full of music. Becoming a composer suddenly feels attainable.

David’s fragile ego, worn away by years of his grandfather’s disdain, makes losing control difficult. When David’s structured world comes crashing down, his fledgling relationship with Alex is the first casualty. Still, David hears Alex’s music, haunting and beautiful. David wants to love Alex, but first he must find the strength to acknowledge himself. ~*~Excerpt: Chapter TwoChicago - Present Day

David Somers had a headache. He’d hoped it would pass, but it had only gotten worse in the past fifteen minutes. He waited stage left as the orchestra finished tuning.

Deep breath. Focus.

The concertmaster sat back down—the signal for David to walk onto the stage of Orchestra Hall. His hall. His orchestra. He breathed in slowly before walking onto the stage, his expression schooled, utterly focused. The Armani tux he wore was perfectly pressed, his posture faultless, and his stride confident. The orchestra stood as he entered. The hall, filled to capacity, rang with polite applause.  
But David’s disinterested poise was merely a sham—he was irritated to the extreme. Only his strong sense of duty had brought him back to the stage tonight for the second half of the program. That, and the potential sponsors of his modern music series whom he knew sat in the center box seats—the box that had been owned by Somers Investments for more than sixty years.He glanced stage-left to where the soloist waited to make his entrance. David had seen him for the first time only moments before, and he'd been left with the distinct impression of a street thug. Tattoos, indeed. There was no place for such a thing in the refined world of classical music. True, the soloist had worn the traditional tails of an artist making a solo appearance with the Chicago Symphony, one of the finest symphony orchestras in the world. But that was de rigueur, expected of him, regardless of his personal tastes. No, it had been the telltale ink visible at the other man’s throat as he buttoned up his shirt that had taken David by surprise."Lastislav Voitavich is ill," his personal assistant, James Roland, had told him as he arrived at the back entrance to Symphony Center that afternoon, "but we've managed to find a replacement."

David hadn’t been concerned. Such last-minute substitutions were rare, but not unheard of. He knew there were plenty of violinists who would give their eyeteeth to take the stage under his baton and with such a prestigious orchestra. There were few conductors on the classical music scene with his reputation, let alone as young as he.

"Has the replacement performed the piece before?" 
"Of course, Maestro," James assured him. “Several times, I’m told.”

"That will be sufficient." It would be just that—sufficient—nothing more and nothing less. That was the way of all last-minute substitutions. The evening would not be a memorable one, but David would make sure that his audience did not leave disappointed. The orchestra’s performance would, at least, be outstanding.

"There is one thing you should know, though," James added in a quavering voice. It meant little that they’d worked together for nearly five years; David had never been an easy man to please. But then, one didn’t get a reputation like his by having lax standards. David was a perfectionist and proud of it.

He glared at James—he didn’t appreciate being troubled with such nonsense before a performance—he needed time to prepare, to focus on the music, and review the score. "What do you wish to tell me?"

"Th… the… the soloist… he… ah—" 
"I don’t care who he is, as long as he can play the Sibelius." David ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

"He… he can, of course.” Beads of sweat appeared on James’s forehead.

Five minutes before he’d taken the stage for the second half of the concert, when he read through the bio James had handed him, David realized what a mistake he’d made by not pressing the issue further. It’s a concert. Nothing more. There will be time to kowtow in apology to the board tomorrow, if need be. He detested kowtowing, but he also knew he did it quite well.

David rarely made any sort of public speech, let alone an announcement in the middle of a concert. He despised public speaking, but there was nothing to do for it—the substitution had been too eleventh-hour to print something to add into the programs.

“Good evening,” he began with a practiced smile. “There has been a slight change in tonight’s program. Our featured soloist, Lastislav Voitavich, has taken ill.” There were murmurs from the audience, so David waited until the hall was silent before continuing, “Alexander Bishop has graciously agreed to perform the Sibelius.” Instead of voicing their disappointment, the audience applauded with surprising enthusiasm. “Thank you.” David was unsure what to make of the response. He nodded toward the wings. There was renewed applause as the violinist took to the stage.

Alex Bishop. A rock star masquerading as a classical violinist. Tattoos and groupies. He didn't doubt that the man was competent—his assistant was young, not stupid. Still, David loathed this "new breed" of musician who all too often graced the covers of magazines like Time and, more recently, Rolling Stone. Tattoos, indeed. In David’s estimation, the term “crossover artist” was a mere marketing tool, intended to exploit an artist’s good looks and increase sales.

He signaled for the concertmaster to provide the soloist with an opportunity to tune before turning to face the orchestra, his back to the audience. The Sibelius Violin Concerto was a challenging but not an overly taxing piece, and he’d rehearsed his orchestra well. The orchestra will shine, despite any deficit in the quality of the fiddle playing. He raised his baton and did his best to ignore the auburn hair that fell onto the soloist’s shoulders in a tumble.

Alex Bishop was attractive enough. Tall and muscular—taller than David himself. David was surprised he even noticed, but then there was something about Bishop that commanded attention. Still, in spite of his apparent ease in front of the large crowd and his undeniable stage-presence, David knew Bishop was no more than a pretender to the world of classical music. All hype and no substance—a creation of Hollywood agents and a second-rate player, no doubt. He’d heard so-called “crossover” artists perform before, and he hadn’t been impressed.

Bishop glanced over to David, his instrument tucked under his chin. Their eyes met for a brief moment. Bishop’s dark brown eyes simmered with passion and focus. David raised his baton higher, the signal to the orchestra for the downbeat. One deft flick of the baton later, the orchestra began the first measures of the Sibelius Violin Concerto in D Minor.

As a conductor, David had always preferred the less emotional, modern repertoire to the sweeping romanticism of Brahms, Mahler, or Sibelius. Tonight's program had been a nod to the wealthy patrons who kept the orchestra’s finances in the black. It was a tedious thing, to be required to accommodate the common musical tastes of his benefactors, but David tolerated it, knowing he'd been able to include a less tonal, more challenging piece of music later in the symphony's performance schedule. In David’s opinion, the Sibelius concerto was no exception. He was unmoved by its soaring and plaintive melodies, although he knew that his audience would respond to it with enthusiasm.

David glanced over at Bishop. Their eyes met again as Bishop began the first few notes of the solo line and the heady tones of his violin filled the concert hall. With practiced concentration, David returned his focus to the score that sat on the podium in front of him. He didn't need to read the music to conduct the piece—he had committed every measure to memory—but he sought the distraction.

Strange. He’s better than I expected. Far better, really, although David would hardly admit it to himself.

Bishop finished the opening phrase of the movement with obvious ease. Again, David found himself taken aback by the intensity of the other man's playing, as well as the natural musicality and the warm tone he was able to coax from the fiddle. The violin Bishop played was serviceable, but it was no Stradivarius or Guarneri. Still, David found it remarkable that the instrument sounded nearly as resonant the as finest instruments he had heard through the years. “A good instrument can make the performer,” his old friend and predecessor, John Fuchs, had once told him. “But without talent, it is only an instrument.”  
As the evening progressed, Bishop began the second movement: a slow and sensual adagio. Once more, David found himself transported by the artistry with which Bishop conveyed the depth of the composition, and again David found himself struggling to maintain his focus and not lose himself in the music. After the third and final movement, the crowd jumped to its feet. Amidst the enthusiastic applause were resounding calls of "Bravo!" from some of the patrons. Including, David noted with pleasure, the two men and one woman seated in the Somers’s box.

The audience was satisfied with no fewer than four bows, each time calling back both soloist and conductor to the stage with more cheers and applause. As they walked back and forth across the stage for each bow, David watched with interest, half-expecting Bishop to react as a rock star might and toss an article of clothing to his adoring fans. He did nothing of the sort, instead bowing with surprising grace and maintaining the decorum expected from a soloist performing with a world-renowned symphony orchestra. David noticed that rather than basking in the glow of the audience’s response, Bishop appeared slightly ill at ease with the adulation, although he smiled personably and with genuine appreciation.

After the final bow, David followed Bishop offstage. He had intended to retreat to his dressing room, but several fans already crowded the wings, blocking the way. Irritated by the lack of security, David attempted to walk around the gathering crowd by taking a path through the wings instead of directly out to the corridor. Several orchestra members milled about, clearly anxious to congratulate Bishop on his performance. Seeing David, they nodded in a formal manner—they had long since learned that the he did not wish to be disturbed after a performance. David returned each gesture with a curt nod, sidestepping the approaching fans before slipping out the door and into the hallway.

He closed the door behind him and looked up into a pair of dark eyes. Bishop, it appeared, had also sought to avoid the backstage chaos. He smiled at David, holding his violin and bow in his right hand. “Maestro,” he said. Transferring his instrument to his left hand, he offered his right hand to David. The casual warmth of the gesture took David aback—he was used to being the one to initiate such contact with the orchestra’s guest artists. They shook hands in silence. There was a moment’s hesitation before David withdrew his hand and said, "We appreciate your willingness to fill in at the last minute."
"It was my pleasure," the violinist murmured. He watched David as if unsure what to make of him. "I've played the concerto a few times, although never with such a skillful conductor."
David, accustomed to compliments, remained unmoved. "Thank you." 
Bishop shifted inelegantly on his feet. "Listen," he said, "we're having a little party at my place. Just a few friends, a couple of beers, that sort of thing. Nothin' fancy. Would you like to join us?"

"I appreciate the invitation, but I’m expected at a donors’ party in a few minutes."

"No problem." Bishop smiled and nodded. "I understand."

Was that disappointment David saw in the other man’s face? Unlikely. He’s relieved. Besides, can you see yourself at a party with a few friends and a ‘couple of beers’? He’s just trying to be kind. Then, realizing that his response had been quite rude, David said, "Perhaps another ti—" His words were cut short by shouts and giggles as two teenage girls launched themselves at Bishop, nearly knocking his violin from his hand.

David stepped backward to avoid the onslaught and almost collided with a woman with long blond hair who swooped in to protect Bishop from the girls. The girlfriend, no doubt. Time to leave. He turned and strode quickly down the hallway to his dressing room, closing the door and taking a deep breath on the other side.

Alex bent down and managed to catch his instrument before it hit the ground, but when he stood up once again David had vanished. He managed a self-conscious smile as another woman planted a wet kiss on his cheek, missing his lips by a hair's breadth.

That was strange. He was disappointed to see that David had disappeared. There was something appealing about David Somers, not the least of which his command of the orchestra and his unique musical voice. He had heard David conduct before, of course, but performing under his baton had been a refreshing experience.

“Thanks for the rescue, Mar,” he said after he’d signed the girls’ programs.

"You looked like you needed it.” Marla laughed as the girls headed off toward the exit.

He took his roommate's arm and led her down the hallway to the green room, where he’d left his coat and case. Marla waited as he wiped the rosin from the strings, fingerboard, and bridge of his violin with a small white cloth. Satisfied with his handiwork, he gently laid the instrument in its case, loosened the hair of his bow and locked it into place in the lid. He clicked the case closed and picked up his coat without a word.

"You're quiet tonight." Marla watched him with obvious interest. “Disappointed with the performance?"

"Nah. It was one of the best concerts I've played."

"Sounded pretty good to me, too, but then I'm no musician." She pressed a pensive finger to her lips and cocking her head to the side, asked, "So, how was he?"

"He?"

"The maestro." She laughed. "David Somers. You said it yourself, he's probably the best young conductor on the classical music scene. Did he live up to his reputation?"

"He…." Alex hesitated. He honestly wasn't sure how to describe David. "He's certainly a difficult man to approach. Still…."

Marla's musical laughter filled the room. "I wasn't talking about his personality, silly boy, I was talking about his musical ability." She eyed him with suspicion before adding, "But it seems as though he might have made more than just a musical impression on you."

In spite of himself, Alex’s jaw tightened. "You’re playing matchmaker again.”

"Can't blame a girl for wanting a Michigan Avenue apartment of her own, can you?" 
"You couldn't afford it without a roommate."

She sighed and shook her head. "No, probably not." He’d been paying the rent and utilities on the condo they’d shared for more than a year—he had insisted on it now that he was making good money performing. The advance on his last recording hadn't hurt, either.

"Besides," he added with a smile, "I've got a least a few more year's rent to pay you back before we're even."

"Eh, you're right." She tossed her hand in the air, as she often did when he let her win. "I figure I've got about a year left before I'm out on the street. So how about the maestro?” 
“Don’t think he’s my type.” Alex emphasized the word and glared at her, shaking his head.

“You never know.”

There was an open challenge in her expression that he chose to ignore. Instead, he opened the door to the green room and picked up the violin case. With her arm firmly wrapped around his waist, they walked back into the crowded hallway. He signed a few more autographs until Marla began to push through the crowd, leading him to the stage door. The fans, assuming that Marla was his girlfriend, looked more than disappointed, some openly hostile. He ignored this. He was used to it. Besides, Marla was quite adept at fending off the women she affectionately called "simpering spineless sluts." 
As they walked out of the Adams Street entrance, Alex spotted a limousine waiting a few yards away. The driver held the door open and a lone figure walked quickly over, avoiding any contact with the public. David Somers, dressed in a dark coat with a white scarf flung about his neck, ducked into the limo. As he sat down, he glanced back to where Alex stood. Their eyes met for an instant before the driver closed the door.

Marla eyed Alex with suspicion.  
"What?" He shot her a look of mock irritation.

"Nothing." She grinned at him. "Nothing at all."

They crossed the street and headed the half block to Michigan Avenue for the shortcut through Millennium Park to their apartment.
~*~ About Shira:In her last incarnation, Shira Anthony was a professional opera singer, performing roles in such operas as Tosca, Pagliacci, and La Traviata, among others. She’s given up TV for evenings spent with her laptop, and she never goes anywhere without a pile of unread M/M romance on her Kindle.

Shira is married with two children and two insane dogs, and when she’s not writing, she is usually in a courtroom trying to make the world safer for children. When she’s not working, she can be found aboard a 35’ catamaran at the Carolina coast with her favorite sexy captain at the wheel.

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The picture of the handsome gentleman featured in this blog post is none other than world renowned violinist, David Garrett. Born in Germany, he rebelled against his parents and moved to New York City at the age of 18 to continue his eduction. Though classically trained, Mr. Garrett is also a truly remarkable cross-over musician.
David Garett - The Four Seasons (Vivaldi)
David Garrett, Serenade (Shubert)
David Garrett, (Kashmir - Led Zepplin cover, 2010)
David Garrett, Dueling Banjos (Dueling Strings)
 

It's happening now! Guest Blogger Shira Anthony talks about her newest novel, Prelude!

Join me in welcoming Shira Anthony to my blog today. She is discussing her newest novel in the Blue Notes series, Prelude! She'll also talk about angst and why she writes angsty stories. Come on over and ask a question! A really nosey, angsty one!

World-renowned conductor David Somers never wanted the investment firm he inherited from his domineering grandfather. He only wanted to be a composer. But no matter how he struggles, David can’t translate the music in his head into notes on paper.

When a guest violinist at the Chicago Symphony falls ill, David meets Alex Bishop, a last-minute substitute. Alex’s fame and outrageous tattoos fail to move David. Then Alex puts bow to string, and David hears the brilliance of Alex’s soul.

David has sworn off relationships, believing he will eventually drive away those he loves, or that he'll lose them as he lost his wife and parents. But Alex is outgoing, relaxed, and congenial—everything David is not—and soon makes dents in the armor around David's heart. David begins to dream of Alex, wonderful dreams full of music. Becoming a composer suddenly feels attainable.

David’s fragile ego, worn away by years of his grandfather’s disdain, makes losing control difficult. When David’s structured world comes crashing down, his fledgling relationship with Alex is the first casualty. Still, David hears Alex’s music, haunting and beautiful. David wants to love Alex, but first he must find the strength to acknowledge himself.