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Julie Lynn Hayes is my guest today!

 Romance and comedy have gone hand in hand for many years. Although love has long been associated with drama and tragedy, it also has a lighter side, which has been explored by many authors throughout the course of literature, including Greek dramas.
You may think the ancient Greeks were all doom and gloom and dues ex machine appearing out of nowhere, along with the exposition-heavy Greek chorus, but that’s not true. One of my favorite Greek plays was written by Aristophanes, and it’s called Lysistrata. In this play, the Greek women are pissed off because the men are always fighting, always away, and they’re damn tired of it. So they, under the leadership of Lysistrata, devise a plan. In a nutshell, their men aren’t getting any nookie until they find some way to end the war. As a result, the men walk around in this play with... well, with big stiffies, because the women won’t help them out with them. Very hilarious play, and one I recommend.  Another great example of comedy and romance can be found in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream, by Shakespeare. In this story, there are two female friends, A & B. Girl A is in love with Boy A, and Girl B with Boy B, but Boy B also loves Girl A and doesn’t pay attention to Girl B. A little meddling, although well-meant, only adds to the confusion, as both boys now lust after Girl B, and in the meantime, another guy gets turned into an ass, and a fairy queen falls in love with him. Of course, by the end of the play, everything is resolved, and all’s well that ends well. But this is certainly an early example of comic romance, ala a screwball comedy.
A little laughter in a romance can go a long way. After all, they say laughter is the best medicine. A couple who laughs together stays together, right?
I am proud to say I have a new release with Dreamspinner Press, a novella called Yes He’s My Ex, which releases on April 2nd. This is something a little different for me. It’s a screwball comedy that’s rather quirky, and goes places you might not expect. It was a lot of fun to write, and I hope you enjoy it. Do you enjoy comedy and romance together? If so, what sort of situations do you find amusing?
Thanks for having me, here’s a peek at Yes He’s My Ex!   
Blurb: 
Sometimes Sonny Scrignoli forgets he’s Tim Mansfield’s ex. He waltzes in and out of Tim’s apartment like he still lives there, driving Tim crazy. Is it really so hard to remember they’ve broken up? Then again, maybe Tim should quit having sex with him.

When Sonny disappears for two weeks, Tim can’t help but be concerned. A strange phone call and a mysterious cry for help leads Tim on a desperate search for his ex.

Sonny’s in big trouble, and it’s Tim to the rescue! He’s the only one who can save his ex from a fate worse than death. Bumbling gangsters, a thick-headed former boyfriend, and secretive FBI agents lead Tim and Sonny on a merry chase full of laughs and quirks.
Excerpt:
Sonny’s real name is Mario, but he’s been called Sonny since he was a small bambino, as his mother puts it, so Sonny it is. Sonny stands almost six foot tall in his bare feet, which are surprisingly small for a man, almost dainty. He has chocolate brown hair that grows thick but not long, and generally looks tousled; blue eyes so dark that sometimes they look purple in the proper light, framed behind silver wire spectacles; a generous nose and wide sweet lips which have been known to give the most amazing head this side of anywhere. Put that with the body of an Adonis, and you have Sonny.
I hadSonny, but not anymore. He seems not to realize that, though. At least not most of the time. Hence the part where I see him more often than should be considered normal for someone who’s my ex. Which is where I began.
Sometimes I think he forgets that he has indeed attained that past participle ex-boyfriend status. Granted, it’s only been six months. His mother tells me he just needs time to adjust, please don’t be too hard on her boy. Yes, I still see her too. On a rather regular basis, in fact. Hard not to, when she’s my mother’s best friend. Lucky me. Lia’s a nice lady, I love her to death. But she has this deep-seated belief that Sonny and I are going to get back together again, a belief he seems to share. Along with my mother. And most of our friends.
No one seems to listen to me when I say snowballs rolling along the floor of Hell have a better chance of survival than our relationship. Least of all Sonny. I guess that’s why he keeps coming over here, because in some strange deranged naïve corner of his mind, there’s still an us, and he isn’t an ex. So he wanders over whenever he wants. Sometimes he calls, sometimes he doesn’t. Today he called.
Sometimes I just get tired of telling him no. Some days I don’t even get that far. Today, I didn’t want to waste my breath, so I just said, “Fine. As long as you promise to behave.”
By behave, I mean quit assuming we’re going to have sex. Even if sometimes we do. I know, I know, he’s my ex, right?
Sometimes I just don’t know where to draw that fine line, I think. No wonder the boy’s confused.
Meet the author:
Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another's arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and two cats, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint and loves to cook. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's own drummer is a good thing, after all.  Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, Amber Quill Press, MuseitUp Publishing, Torquere Press, and eXtasy Books, and coming soon to Wayward Ink Publishing and Prizm Publishing. She has also begun to self-publish and is an editor at MuseitUp.  
 
You can find her on her blog at http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com , and you can contact her at tothemax.wolf@gmail.com .
 
My links:
Blog  http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com
Twitter @Shelley_runyon
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/julie.l.haye...
My Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3442231.Julie_Lynn_Hayes
Dreamspinner buy link:  http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4845
 

Welcome Raine O'Tierney and her new story Sweet Giordan, Please Remember!

  Please help me give a very good friend of mine, Raine O'Tierney, who I call the Punctuation Wrangler. She is here with her new release, Sweet Giordan, Please Remember from Dreamspinner Press. Here is my interview of Miss Raine!
So, for those who don’t know—how did you and I meet?

We met, as authors, often do—teasing each other on FB over pictures of half-naked men! And then, to protect your honor, I threatened to take punctuation and grammar (those bitches!) out into the alley and beat them up for you. JFriends ever since!Tell us about the very early days of writing for you. Where did Raine O'Tierney's writing start? What genre?
Bubblegum short stories. No, seriously, stories about gum. Third grade, a girl in my class was writing about bubblegum and I thought, “Oh, I can do that so much better.”
I have a picture of a family tree here. Tell me how a family tree relates to Sweet Giordan and your Hearts in Reverie series.
FAMILY TREE! Actually, I’m a little distracted because that tree is so pretty, JC! Uh…anyway, yes! I can, from memory, make a family tree of all of the families in the Hearts in Reverie series (and have!) Doesn’t seem like much with just the Devereaux and Stone families, but throw in the Aaron, Bentley, Willows, Westbrook, Armand, Grey, Fontaine, and Duncan families and take them all four generations deep and family tree becomes a Redwood forest.

Testing your memory (because you said you never forget anything). You once told me that you didn't write that well. I gave you a one-word answer to that statement. What was that answer? Hmmm? Hmmm?
OMG. This is punishment for that time I publicly shamed you about not understanding fanart, isn’t it? FINE! You win! I forgot! (Even though I didn’t ACTUALLY forget. You actually said “STOP!” but apparently it’s some other one-word answer!) So what is it???!?! You’ve defeated my previously undefeated memory! ^_~
 Tell us about fan art and what you love about it. Is there you have done fan art for recently (hint, hint)?
Ahem, yes! I did do fanart for one Shaney Mills from Curiosity Killed Shaney which this one author wrote… Can’t recall his name… But I DO remember that said author sent it back like FOUR TIMES because it wasn’t to his specifications! *FAN*art!
Inquiring minds want to know: You are on a tropical island, lying on the beach. You have a book in your hand, a drink, a tray of food and a waiter. What island are you on? What are you reading? What are you drinking? What are you eating? What is that name of your waiter? What is he wearing (grrr) and what wish he will fulfill for you at the moment?
I’m on an island where it rains a LOT, but my umbrella is keeping me dry! I’m drinking banana daiquiris and eating sushi, reading Mishima Kazuhiko yaoi manga. My waiter’s name is Rocco and he’s wearing the weird gold mesh thing Khan was wearing when they revived him in Star Trek: TOS (What? I liked it!) and honestly… I’m wishing Mr. Rocco would fishbone braid my hair. *shivers* Love having my hair played with! Wait, what would you do with him??
 You can write anything you want, any genre, any character, any story and it will be an automatic brilliant best seller. What will you write?
The quintessential first love, first time, fidelity, forever-ending SWEETNESS M/M love story!
 I hear you have another writer living in your home. Who is he and what does he write? Any collaborations going on with said author?
Oh, that guy! Yeah, that would be Siôn O’Tierney, my hubs. He writes really phenomenal epic fantasy and science-fiction, and sometimes—when I smile at him just right—he collaborates with me on M/M romance. We just subbed a steampunk/fantasy M/M rom novella and we’re working on a weird west M/M rom, too. Yeah, he’s pretty much the coolest husband ever.
 I heard rumors that you may have a story in the works that includes one brown haired, green-eyed man who falls for a straight man. Any truth to that rumor?
Ma-a-a-a-a-a-y-be. And he might be in the novel-length sequel to Under the Table and Into His Heart (for those who are familiar with the host bar story). J 

You work in a library. Can you please explain the Dewey Decimal System to us? (LOL, just kidding). Tell us the best part about being a librarian (besides being able to fondle books all day long!).
Oh, thank god that was a joke! Because…I…uh…totally…can explain it to you. >.> But I…uh…don’t want to waste your time. Ahem! Anyway, unfortunately, I work at HQ and no longer get to fondle books, pretty much, ever. Best part of being a librarian? Having a job that I know provides an important service to my community. We make a difference in people’s lives! Plus, they let me keep a fish at my desk, and that’s pretty cool.
 You love hats. That is no secret. Tell us about the best hat you’ve ever owned or worn. Tell us why hats.
Best hat I own right now is a toss-up between my handmade tiny top hat with the opalescent wrapping and the bright green bow and my black fascinator with the netting. I have NO idea how I got into hats, but once I started, it was an addiction. I now invite other authors to don their own best hats and visit me at The Hat Party to answer weird questions.
 You once told me you had a dachshund on your butt and I asked if it was a fashion statement. What was your slogan?   As if I would forget this! <3 Ahem, “Accent your bottom with a big weiner!”

 Give us info on your newest release from Dreamspinner Press, Please Remember Sweet Giordan, and tell everyone where to find your new book and where to find you on the web.

Sweet Giordan, Please Remember by Raine O'Tierney  Blurb
Giordan Stone is lucky, all things considered. Sure, he spent five years in a coma only to wake with a right leg that’s practically useless and no memories other than his name. But now he’s under the care of sassy southern surrogate mother, Chloe Devereaux, spending his days painting and healing. Giordan wants for nothing at all… until he looks out the window one morning and sees Chloe's gorgeous son, Shane, standing there. Something very familiar stirs in Giordan.
When he sketches, Giordan is able to go into an “art trance” where pieces of disjointed memory come back to him without time or place. More and more of these flashes are of Shane Devereaux and the intense, intimate experiences they shared together. Even though Shane keeps his distance now, Giordan is convinced his flashes are real. But he doesn’t have the whole story. Giordan is determined to fill in his memory blanks and convince Shane his feelings are genuine.
 
Excerpt
“Julian, listen. I know that I know this man. I just can’t remember…. Who is he?”
“He’s Chloe and Remy’s son,” Julian said, a touch stiffly.
Giordan shut his eyes tightly and rubbed at one temple. “Yes, Chloe already said. She also said we can’t really know each other anymore, that it’s been too long or something. Whatever that means. But come on, Julian…. Who is he? Really? Because I just….”
Julian was quiet for a long time, and Giordan let him be quiet. He could hear the bustle of a busy restaurant or office in the background and knew they hadn’t been disconnected, so he waited for confirmation that he wasn’t crazy, that Giordan had—at some point—known this Shane Devereaux. Really known him.
When finally he couldn’t stand it anymore, he whispered, “Julian, when I saw him, it’s like all the air went out of the room.”

“Gio, you’re killing me.”

“Whatever it is I felt for him, it was strong. Really strong. And so maybe he doesn’t know me anymore, but I know him. I’m certain I do.”

“Giordan.”
“What, Julian? What do you know? Please!”

“We’re all trying to respect his wishes, and you’re making this incredibly difficult,” Julian said. After a long contemplative pause, he continued. “But then again, none of us thought you’d remember him at all.” He sighed. “I need to think.”
“Julian.”
“Please just give me a little time, Gio. If you want to speak with Shane… I might… be able to arrange it. But I’m going to need time. And that means if Chloe wants to lock you up in your room when he’s around, then you’re going to have to grin and bear it.”
He wasn’t certain what to say to that, so he said nothing.
“Have I let you down yet?”
“No,” Giordan said. “No, you’ve been a great friend to me.”

“This Shane thing… it’s delicate. I care very much for the both of you, and I don’t want to see either of you hurt.”
 “Hurt?” he repeated. “Julian, can you at least tell me what happened? Did I do something to him? Did he do something to me?”
 “A little time,” he reminded him. “I’ll come by the house soon, and then we’ll talk.”

Buy linksDSP: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/stor...
  Raine O’Tierney is an always-writing, boundlessly enthusiastic, exclamation point addict! (!!!) She is known for declaring every day “the best day EVER!” and every thing her “all-time FAVORITE!” Despite this (obnoxious?) exuberance, she still somehow manages to have a wonderfully encouraging husband and writing partner, Siôn, and an amazing group of friends and colleagues who continue to support (read: put up with) her. Raine spends her days working as a library lady, fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom.
          Website and Social Media Links
Website: http://raineotierney.com/E-mail: Raineotierney@gmail.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RaineOTierneyAuthor
The Hat Party (LGBT Author Interviews) http://raineotierneyhatparty.blogspot.com/
Twitter: @RaineOTierney
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/RaineOTierney

 
Blog Tour and Prizes!
Sweet Giordan, Please Remember Blog TourMarch 17th--March 29th

Prizes:
*** Set of Sweet Giordan, Please Rememberand Under the Table and Into His Heartebooks
*** I Believe in the Sweetness Notebook
*** I Believe in the Sweetness Tote
*** 2x I Believe in the Sweetness Bumper Stickers
*** 2x Sweetness! Bumper Stickers
 Please visit Home of the Sweetness to enter:http://raineotierney.blogspot.com/2014/03/sweet-giordan-please-remember-blog-tour.html
 
(Thank you so much, JC, for hosting me today!)
 
 

Tease Me Thursday!

Welcome to another week of Tease Me Thursday! Here we show you 7 - seven words, seven sentences, or seven paragraphs. Read my snippet and then check out the other authors on the hop!
 This is a snippet from my latest story, Dare to Love Forever, which is getting ready for submission. Enjoy! 
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Carson Locke was starving. Thoughts of veins and warm blood flowing though arteries clouded his thinking. His stomach had hollowed, his bones protruded and his muscles shook from weakness. His self-control, held by a fragile thread, stretched to the breaking point. When it snapped, he’d turn into the monster he'd avoided becoming for over twenty-three years.   He needed food. He needed blood. Now.           Despite crouching behind a dumpster in the dark, the cold wind reached Carson, biting at his thin skin. Ten days. Ten days since he’d last eaten. Ten days too long for a young vampire. Ten days since he'd fled his home. Ten days since his mother and brother and uncle had been slaughtered and he'd run for his life. They were all dead because of what he was. Choking back a sob, he forced himself to focus on the back door of the building he’d been watching.              This was his last chance. If he couldn't get the blood he needed here, that last thread of self-control would snap and he’d attack someone. The memory of the last time he'd been forced to bite—the screaming, the wide, vacant staring eyes, the nothingness—still haunted him. Carson squeezed his eyes tight and drew in several deep, steadying breaths. This task was too important to mar with past horrors he couldn’t rectify.              Two women bundled against the cold and a large, dark-haired man exited the back door he’d been staking out. As the women shuffled off to their cars, the man punched numbers into a keypad, securing the door. Carson clenched his fists as the man pulled out a cigarette and patted his pockets, no doubt searching for a lighter.  Cigarette finally lit, the man moved toward the parking lot. Carson held his breath as the man disappeared around the corner. A siren blared in the distance, startling him. He clenched his teeth and drew air in through his nose and blew it out through his mouth. The beating of his heart threatened to fill the night air. He was terrified, but he was more hungry than scared. 
 

Wednesday Briefs #25 Diventando: Becoming

Copyright JC Wallace 2014
Welcome to another installment of Diventando: Becoming. Each week a group of authors participate weekly in Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction. Each installment is 500-1000 words long and is posted to our blogs each week. After you read the latest in my story, click on the link at the end to visit other flashers. 
If you are new to Diventando: Becoming and haven’t read the previous chapters, click on Wednesday Briefs in the left hand column and start with #1. Enjoy and leave a comment to let me know what you think.
 
Owen had questions, so many questions, but first on his agenda were a shower and a shave. The shower had been a wet heaven of hot water. He hadn’t enjoyed the shave as much as he’d hoped. What had been unsettling was the surreal feeling that encroached on him as he looked into the mirror. As he’d shaved, he continually startled as he caught unfamiliar eyes with his gaze, which was ridiculous. They were his eyes, his face, however he continually had the feeling that he’d caught the gaze of someone he thought he knew, someone familiar, but not quite. The disparity between the person he saw every day in the mirror and the person he saw now was disconcerting and settled unease onto his nerves that he couldn’t quell. The longer he stared at his reflection, the greater the recognition that a stranger stared back at him. After a few minutes, he found himself avoiding the mirror all together and shaving the best he could by touch.
One he’d finished shaving and brushing his teeth, Owen dressed in the sweats he’d worn from the hospital. He grabbed the IV bag, ready to open the door but hesitated. Shit. A sinking feeling in the pit of his gut shook his legs. On the other side of the door, Turk waited to divulge every piece of information Owen would ask for ‘without hesitation’. Owen had thought he was ready, was sure he wanted to hear the truth, but he wasn’t one hundred percent sure now. He’d probably never be ready.
“Fuck this, McIntyre. Get your ass out there.”
Owen pulled back his shoulders and gritted his teeth. He was determined to emerge confident, ready to face anything despite feeling that at any minute he could be pitched into a deep black hole when the ground crumbled beneath his feet. Couldn’t be any worse than his life right now.
Owen entered the room. Turk looked up from where he sat on the corner of the bed as his elbows rested on his thighs. His fingers twisted nervously before him. The tension coiled every muscle, his jaw tight, his eyes dark, watching Owen intently. Turk stood abruptly, with such resolve that Owen froze where he was.
Turk ran his hand over his head. “Are you okay?...I mean...shit...I...”
Turk’s confidence had flagged, his bravado stripped and Owen sucked in a sharp breath. Had Turk been wrong? Was the plan he’d spoke of now null and void?
“Were you wrong?” The sound of Owen’s voice even sounded foreign to him.
Turk frowned. “Wrong?”
“You can’t do anything can you? Or you’ve changed you mind.” Owen wasn’t sure which would be worse.
A slow recognition filtered over Turk’s face. “Oh, no. No, Owen. I’m just...I don’t know what to say.”
Owen cradled the IV bag as one would a newborn. Precious and full of life. But also a barrier between him and Turk. He needed a clear head and that wasn’t possible with Turk close.
“You can start with exactly what’s going on. I mean, a demon has been with me since birth. Yeah, that’s a big one. Demons exist. And how you know this demon, and why he called you ‘Hunter’, and what was going on at the hospital, and how I somehow can see memories of you slicing off its head, which is pretty farfetched since it’s been in my body since birth, and how you can get it out of me without slicing my own head off—”
Hands on Owen’s face cut off his words. His chest heaved and he shook hard, hit suddenly by just how fucked this all was as if he hadn’t been living with that reality for weeks.
“Hey,” Turk said softly, his thumbs stroking Owen’s cheeks. “Breathe. It’s a lot to take in and I will tell you everything, okay?”
Owen looked up into those brown eyes that had enraptured him from their first meeting. Turk stared down on him intently. Owen searched his eyes, searched for anything to signal Turk wouldn’t tell him the truth. But Owen knew he would, knew he wouldn’t lie.
“Okay,” Owen said.
Turk leaned down and placed a feather light kiss on Owen’s lips. The gesture, loving, filled with intimacy, filled with...love? He thought of pulling Turk to him, attacking those full lips, grinding and humping and...
Owen stepped back quickly as his cock stirred to life. Shit, wouldn’t the demon love that? Get some Hunter juice and permanently evict Owen.
Turk dropped his arms and furrowed his brow, hurt dancing in his eyes.
“Sorry, it’s just being so close to you isn’t good right now.” So not good.
The furrowing continued until a light of recognition covered Turk’s face. “You’re right,” he agreed. “But sit down before you fall down.” Turk motioned him to the bed.
Owen gratefully complied. Every cell in his body was exhausted. Turk propped up the pillows and Owen sank back into the feathery goodness. When Turk covered Owen’s legs with the blanket, the caring gesture wrapped tight around Owen’s heart.
Turk sat on the bed, a respectable distance from Owen, and sighed. Again, he ran his hand over his head. Owen could tell he was having trouble starting. Why not start with something simple.
“Tell me about yourself,” Owen said with a gentle smile.
Turk stopped his fidgeting, and gazed at Owen, but he didn’t return the smile. In fact his eyes grew darker by the second and his lips formed a tight line. When he finally spoke, he said, “I’m a hundred and twenty-nine years old.”
So much for simple. 

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Where's JC?

Where in the world is JC today? Today the Curiosity Killed Shaney Blog Tour is in New Zealand visiting with the lovely 3/15 Vona Logan! ~ ~ ~ And 2PM-3PM I will be hosting a chat during the T.E.D Release Party!  I will have some awesome swag including ebook copies of Curiosity Killed Shaney! ~ ~ ~ Don't forget the to follow the blog tour and get in one the fun and prizes!  

Check Out the Curiosity Killed Shaney Blog Tour!

The Curiosity Killed Shaney Blog Tour!!  3/14 Raine O'Tierney 3/15  Vona Logan 3/16  Chris T. Kat 3/17  Tali Spencer 3/18  Dreamz of Dragons 3/19  Pants Off Review 3/20  Rob Colton 3/21   

Jayson James visits the blog today!

T.E.D. by Jayson JamesFrom the author of the Finding Our Way series comes a new story.  Tim is being bullied. No one in high school wants to be known as a tattle-tale and to do so would only make things rougher for him. The repercussions would most likely make him an outcast, and without any friends.

Eric is frustrated with life. His parents are overbearing and if they ever knew the person he really was, they would throw him out of their house. His friends are not much better, they only like him when he is who they expect him to be.

Delsin is gay and ready to come out.  Unfortunately, life at home is on the brink of falling apart with his parents constant fighting. Admitting the truth could bring his whole world crashing down around him.

Each of these three needs to decide whether the risks of being honest about who they are outweighs the importance of being true to themselves. This could mean ruining life as each of them knows it. Maybe it is better to remain miserable in order to play it safe. On the other hand, doing nothing doesn't seem to work either.
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I am so excited...happy dance!!!  Curiosity Killed Shaney is available for pre-order from Rooster and Pig Publishing!!  Release date is March 14th!    Pre-order from Rooster and Pig Publishing Shaney's curiosity is always getting him into trouble, including stumbling into a ritualistic circle and being imbued with an energy that will eventually tear him apart. He soon finds out that Husdon, a man he cares for deeply, might be responsible for his misfortune. Add in the betrayal by his best friend Todd and the desire of a demented occultist named Silas to control the energy inside of Shaney and there seems to be no way out. Can Shaney find a way to rid his body of the nefarious energy before he dies a horrible death? 

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