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All Kind of Blissville Goodness

Hello, everyone!  I'm back again with a more positive post.

Today, I'm going to share the two bonus chapters for Josh and Gabe that are in the back of Universal Love for those who haven't read the first book in the spinoff series. I'm also going to reveal the beautiful cover and first teaser for Someone to Call My Own, which is Jon and Emory's story.

**Bonus Chapters for Josh and Gabe**

Josh
            “We’re home, Dylan and Destiny,” Gabe softly said when he pushed the button to shut off the engine. “There’s a lot of people waiting inside our house to meet you.”
            I turned and looked into the back seat of my snazzy, dark red Land Rover I affectionately called Duchess. Our sleeping newborns weren’t paying a bit of attention to what their daddy said. I traded in my convertible Mini Cooper once we found out the babies were going to be a reality. I couldn’t fit two car seats in the back of Princess, so changes were required. I loved the luxuriousness and sleekness of my new ride, so I was hardly complaining. “You didn’t just get two dads; you got an entire village of people who will love you,” I told my babies.
            “Can we go inside now? I can’t wait to show my babies off,” my mom asked.
            My new snazzy ride came with third-row seating, which happened to be filled with two proud grandmothers who came home with us from Florida.
            “Got that straight, Bertie,” Martina said. “I can’t wait to sleep in a real bed.”
            We’d spent two days on the road driving home from Florida, and everyone was ready to feel a sense of normalcy. Well, the babies were too busy sleeping to notice much of anything. We had spent the previous night at a hotel in Memphis, Tennessee. Gabe’s birth mother, Bonita, and his three sisters, Selena, Marisol, and Arianna, joined us for dinner and hung out back in our room so they could fuss over Dylan and Destiny.
            “Our hotel room had a real bed in it,” Gabe remarked. “Yours didn’t?”
            “Stop being a wise ass, Gabriel,” Martina said. “You know damn well those hotels don’t provide beds and sheets as nice as the ones Josh does.” Martina knew who was responsible for making the in-law suites so comfy.
            “I hope you know they’re never going to leave now,” Gabe whispered in mock-horror to me. Then he looked at his doting mother and said, “You should watch your mouth around the babies.”
            “You need to be more worried about your birds,” my mother countered. She wasn’t wrong either.
            The garage door to the house flew open, and the excited faces of our friends filled the frame. It wasn’t that long ago that I lived above the salon, had no love to speak of, and didn’t know half of the people who waited eagerly to welcome our children home.
            “The ladies are looking a little impatient,” I said when I saw Meredith, Sally Ann, and Deanna’s faces.
            “Not as impatient as the ones cramped in the third row of this SUV,” Martina said.
            I knew we needed to get out and show off our babies, but this felt like the last minutes that the babies would be just ours. Gabe and I had stayed in a suite with them for a few days at the hospital since they were born a little early. Neither of us wanted to close our eyes and sleep because we didn’t want to miss a second. They were our little miracles and the precious little pieces that made our family complete. We knew we needed to share, but for that brief time, we wanted to be selfish and hold them against our chests and just breathe them in. Sitting in the garage felt like that too. Our babies would never lack love and affection with the amazing group of friends that we shared our lives with every day.
            Suddenly, there was a stir in the middle of the group, and the bodies started shifting. I smiled when I saw Mama Richmond elbow her way to the front of the gathering. She still wore her Sunday finest complete with an ornate hat. “Boy, are you going to come out on your own or do I need to snatch you out by your hair?”
            Gabe and I pointed at one another. “She’s talking to you,” we said simultaneously.
            Neither of us was willing to take a chance and unbuckled our seatbelts. Gabe and I each grabbed a car seat and assisted our mothers out. As soon as they were free, they grabbed the car seats from us and headed inside.
            “Grab our suitcases, Gabe,” Martina said.
            “Don’t forget the diaper bags,” my mother added.
            Gabe and I stood in the garage looking at one another as everyone followed our mothers into the house. “Hey, you want to?” Gabe asked. “First minute we’ve had alone since the babies were born.”
            “Get used to it,” John said from the doorway. I hadn’t seen or heard him come back. “I haven’t had sex in three years.”
            “Want to make it three more?” Deanna asked her husband.
            “Damn, she hears everything,” he mumbled then turned to go inside.
            We were once again alone, and Gabe took advantage of the moment to back me up against the SUV. “Do you have any idea how happy you’ve made me?” He cupped my face in his big hands just the way I liked. The only thing that made me melt even more inside was when his strong hands cradled our babies safely against him.
            “It sounded like you were complaining about the lack of sex a minute ago.” I looped my arms around Gabe’s neck and rose on my tiptoes. “I’ll settle for one of your toe-curling kisses for the time being,” I whispered against his lips.
            Gabe lowered his head to close the tiny distance between us and kissed me just the way I liked. Slow and tender at first followed by hot, wet, and hard as our passion built. If I wasn’t careful, something else was going to get wet and hard, and we had a house full of people to contend with before we could even think about sex. Still, I didn’t want to let go of the moment, so I kissed him until someone cleared their throat to remind us that we weren’t alone.
            I turned my head and saw that my mom was standing in the doorway. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Your father still corners me…”
            “Mom, please don’t finish that sentence,” I begged.
            She smiled broadly at my discomfort. “Diaper bags, please.”
            Gabe hoisted the bulk of the luggage while I grabbed the rest plus the diaper bags, and together we made our way inside the house. We dropped our bags in the kitchen and followed the sounds of the cooing until we found everyone gathering around the two car seats they’d propped up on the coffee table. Like it had every day for the past two weeks, my heart stuttered to a stop in my chest for a brief second when I looked at our children. We’d been parents for a whopping fourteen days, yet I could hardly remember a time without them. That’s how fast we fell in love with our kids.
            “You know, I wasn’t sure I could do it,” I said to Gabe.
            “Do what, Sunshine?”
            “Love another living soul as much as I love you, but there are two more that I can’t imagine my life without now. It’s like you’re all tethered to me by an invisible string; a part of me.”
            Gabe wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side. “You’re just tapping into the well of love you have inside you.”
            Normally, I wouldn’t have liked getting so personal with a large gathering around, but they didn’t know we existed. At least our friends were waiting patiently for our sleeping beauties to wake instead of just snatching them out of their seats. I knew how hard that was to do and sometimes I was guilty of lifting them out of their bassinettes while they slept because I just needed to hold them and know that it was all real.
            I looked at the faces of each of the people smiling down at our infants. They all brought something unique to our lives and made us better people. John and Adrian started out as Gabe’s co-workers, but we couldn’t love them more if they were our flesh and blood. Emory and Jonathon were the newest members of our group, but it felt like I’d known them my entire life. It seemed to me that their sadness faded a little bit more each time they came around, but I thought it had more to do with the undeniable attraction between them rather than anything Gabe or I had done. I hoped one day they’d stop pretending and start accepting that something special could develop between them. Mere and Chaz were the brother and sister I never had, and I was so happy to see them in love and planning exciting futures. Mere and Harley were engaged and planning a wedding. I expected to hear news out of… Wait a minute!
            “Chaz Bailey Hamilton,” I said loudly, mimicking Mere’s tone she used when he was in trouble. “What is that round, shiny metal thing on the ring finger of your left hand?” I marched forward with my hands on my hips. “Did you get engaged and not tell me.”
            “Um…” Chaz rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Well…”
            “It’s not a particularly hard question,” I told him.
            “No, I didn’t keep my engagement from you,” Chaz said sheepishly. “I got married and didn’t tell you.”
            “Married?” we all asked at the same time.
            “Why in the world didn’t you tell us?” Meredith asked.
            “I can’t believe you got married without us,” I said in shock.
            “Wow! When did this happen?” Gabe asked them.
            We peppered them with one question after the other, but they didn’t seem to hear us. Chaz and Kyle were too busy staring into one another’s eyes while wearing sappy smiles. All the fussing did, however, wake the babies and they cried to show how unhappy they were at having their slumber disturbed.
            “Look what you two did,” I said jokingly to Kyle and Chaz. “You woke the babies.” Gabe and I moved in to sweep up our children, but Mere and Deanna elbowed us out of the way.
            “Now now,” Meredith softly said as she held Destiny against her chest. “Auntie Mere has you now, beautiful girl.”
            “Oh, such a sweet boy you are, Dylan,” Deanna said to our son as she rubbed gentle circles against his back. Dylan was always more vocal and harder to calm down, but Deanna had the magic touch.
            The room got quiet once again except for all the baby talk from the two women, but the peacefulness didn’t last long.
            “You woke the babies!” Savage screeched from his perch in his fancy solarium. “Fucknuggets!”
            Sassy began mimicking a crying baby. I had to admit she sounded just like them.
            “Dirty Bird!” I turned to face Gabe. “I thought you worked out a deal with your bird.”
            “He was your bird long before I walked into your salon.”
            “He’s Big Daddy’s boy now,” I countered. “I thought he was going to play nice from now on.”
            “I can control that bird’s mouth about as much as I can control you,” Gabe said dryly. “I’ll work on it.”
            “We’re a family now!” Savage squawked proudly, making me smile. Gabe had taught him a host of new sayings, and we repeated them all the time in the hope of pushing out his foul vocabulary.
            “Family of fucknuggets!” Sassy added.
            “Gonna wash your mouth out with soap, cock badger!” Savage added.
            I threw up my hands. “It’s hopeless.”
            Gabe looked at me with wide eyes. “I never called him a cock badger.”
            “I’ll ask their pediatrician about fitting them with ear plugs,” I told him.
            The birds settled back down while the babies were gently passed around like precious party favors. I made a beeline for Kyle and Chaz once they were done making googly eyes at my kids. Gabe was right on my heels probably ready to intervene if I got too huffy. “You have some serious explaining to do!”
            “It just felt right,” Chaz said with a shrug. “We went to Las Vegas for New Year’s Eve and got caught up in the excitement of the moment. A new year seemed like the right time to start a new life.”
            “It sounds romantic and sweet, but why didn’t you tell any of us?” Gabe asked.
            “We stayed in Las Vegas for five days then went to Cabo San Lucas for ten days and just got back ourselves,” Kyle said. “We told our families this morning, and now we’re telling our friends. We’re going to have a reception party to celebrate properly.”
            “Just wow,” I replied. I opened my arms and hugged Chaz. “I’m so damn happy for you. Your writing career is taking off, and you finally took Dr. Dimples by the…”
            “Josh,” Gabe said in a warning tone.
            “…hand and took that leap. I’m going to miss seeing you every day at the shop, but I am so proud of you, Chaz. Don’t you forget about us.”
            “Like you could get rid of me,” he replied, hugging me tighter. “I’m so happy for you too, Jazz.”
            “Let me in,” Mere said. Chaz and I opened our arms so she could join us in a group hug. “You’re my tribe, my ride or die, and the most amazing men I know.”
            “We’re not all that,” I told her, rumpling her hair.
            “But we’ll do in a pinch,” Chaz added.
            “I’m glad you said that because I need to ask you guys for a favor,” Meredith said. “I would like for both of you to give me away in May when I get married.”
            Meredith’s father had passed away when she was a young girl, and she didn’t have any living male relatives. Her request meant the world to me and moved me to tears. I looked at Chaz, and I figured my expression was just as dopey as his.
            “Oh, Mere,” I said, “We’d be honored to give you away.”
            “We’ve been waiting to do it for a long time,” Chaz added. “Wait, that might’ve sounded wrong.”
            “Still holding a grudge, I see,” Meredith said after she stopped laughing herself silly. She was referring to the way Chaz resented her arrival in town our first year of high school because he suddenly had to share my friendship with someone else.
            “I honestly didn’t mean it the way it sounded.” Chaz was prone to say the absolute worst things at the wrong time. “I meant that your finding your Prince Charming has been a long time coming. I’d be honored to share in your special day.”
            The doorbell rang, and Harley yelled, “Food’s here.”
            “Aw, you guys ordered us dinner?” I asked.
            “It’s just pizza,” Chaz said. “None of us can cook quite to your standards yet.”
            “Salad too,” Kyle added.
            “It was pizza or Deanna would make something from the grocer’s freezer section.” John tilted his head to the side and asked, “Do you make your lasagna homemade Josh?”
            “Yes, sir,” I replied. “I even make my own pasta.”
            “John,” Deanna yelled from the kitchen. “No one is entering any more cooking or baking contests!”
            “Damn it, woman. Do you hear everything?” John asked as he headed for the kitchen to sweet talk his wife.
            “That will be us in a few years,” I told Gabe.
            “Probably a few months,” he countered.
            “Hey, you want to sneak off…”
            Our babies started crying again, and it was louder than the first bout, which meant they either had full diapers, empty bellies, or both. We looked at each other and grinned. “Raincheck,” we said at the same time.
            I suspected we would be saying that word to each other many times over the next eighteen years or longer. I knew we’d be okay as long as we carved out time for one another. Instead of heading into the kitchen, we walked over to where our babies were kicking up a fuss in their seats.
            Gabe and I had the diaper changing down to an art and had the kids redressed and ready to feed in a jiffy. The grandmas came out of the kitchen with fresh bottles and snatched the babies from us. I pouted a little because feeding time was my favorite. I loved the little grunts they made as they greedily drank from their bottles.
            “Go get something to eat,” Martina said. “Bertie and I have this under control.”
            We followed the smell of delicious cheesy pizza and the sound of happy voices in our home. Emory stepped out of the kitchen and nodded his head to the side. “Can I talk to you guys for a minute?” His timid smile and the nervousness I heard in his voice worried me.      
                  Gabe
            “Is something wrong?” I asked Emory. I glanced over at Josh and saw that he was nibbling on his bottom lip nervously, which meant he picked up on our neighbor’s mood.
            “No,” Emory said unconvincingly. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m leaving town for a little bit to take care of some personal things. I don’t like to just drop out of sight without telling you.” Emory’s voice cracked, and he broke eye contact to look down at his shoes.
            Josh stepped up to Emory and placed his hands on his shoulders. I didn’t thump my chest or growl because I could tell Josh was trying to comfort our friend. “Emory, there’s something obviously wrong. Won’t you tell us?”
            Emory raised his head slowly and attempted to smile. “Maybe it’s right,” he replied cryptically.
            “Is this like the last time you left before our wedding?” Josh asked. Emory had told Josh the Monday before the wedding that he needed to leave town to do something but promised to return for our ceremony. Emory honored that promise. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something about this trip was different from the last. “You’re coming back, right?”
            “I hope so,” Emory said noncommittally. “But if not, I want you to know that your friendship has come to mean the world to me. The two of you have restored my faith in humanity.”
            “Emory, is there anything we can do to help you?” I asked. He was clearly torn up about something, and I wanted him to know he didn’t have to go through it alone.
            “I appreciate that so much, Gabe, but unfortunately, this is something that I’ll have to do alone.” Emory hugged Josh first then me. “I love you both. I’m sorry that I ruined your first night home with the babies. It’s just I leave first thing in the morning, and I couldn’t go without saying goodbye.”
            “So long for now. You’ll be back, Emory,” Josh said confidently. He added a wink and added, “I know things.”
            Emory smiled at Josh’s attempt at a joke, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I was a fix-it kind of guy, and I wanted to help make things better for my friend. I recognized that I couldn’t make everything right in the world, no matter how hard I tried. The only thing I could do was be patient and let Emory know how much we valued his friendship. “There will always be a place for you at our table, no matter how long it takes you to find your way back to us.”
            I was aiming for assurance, but instead, my words made Emory cry. I tried to apologize, but he shook his head and left. I started to follow him, but a firm hand on my shoulder stopped me.
            “I got this, Gabe,” Jonathon said. “You guys enjoy your welcome home party, and I’ll take care of Emory. Congratulations on your beautiful new additions to your family.” Jonathon didn’t wait around for us to respond.
            Josh and I looked at each other in shock. “What just happened?” he asked me.
            I wrapped my arm around my husband and pulled him to me. I dropped a kiss on his forehead before I answered him. “I have no idea. I don’t like it, but I don’t think there’s anything we can do to make him stay.”
            “Lock him in the scary room downstairs,” Josh teased. I couldn’t hide the shiver that worked its way through my body. “Too soon, Gabe?”
            I pinned him with a dark look. I didn’t think enough time would ever pass before I got over being bashed over the head and knocked out in that creepy cellar. Josh had the room sealed off before we moved in because he knew how much I hated it.
            “Come on, you two, and eat something while you can,” Sally Ann said from the kitchen. “You need to take advantage of the help when offered. Don’t be saintly fathers who try to do it all.”
            “Absolutely,” Deanna agreed. “When someone offers to watch the babies so you can nap then do it.”
            “Or some other bedroom activity,” Adrian offered. “It’s a long dry spell, brothers.”
            Josh snorted. “Not for us; we didn’t give birth to the babies.”
            Adrian tipped his head to the side and said, “True, but there’s precious little alone time with newborns in the house.”
            I just shook my head, certain that they were just exaggerating. “They have to sleep sometimes,” I replied.
            “Who said they’d sleep on the same schedule?” John countered.
            Josh and I looked at one another in panic. Oh my God! What if one of them slept all day and stayed up all night while the other did the exact opposite? I felt panic start to creep in that I would never sleep or have sex until the kids were ten or older.
            John and Adrian must’ve thought it was hilarious because they threw their heads back and roared with laughter.
            “Now they get it,” John said.
            “I bet I’ll see a whole lot less swagger and more stagger out of Gabe these next few months—maybe even years,” Adrian added.
            Their comments started up a new round of laughter. They were so busy slapping each other on the backs and laughing it up that they didn’t notice their wives’ reactions. Deanna and Sally Ann wore matching expressions of disgust and outrage.
            “I wasn’t aware that our children were such a burden to you, John. If you weren’t getting any then how is it we had multiple children?” she asked icily.
            “Baby, I’m just joking. You know I love our little cockblockers,” John said to his wife. His tone was appeasing but not his language. I was glad they had found a babysitter for the night, although John was an amazing father and would never say something like that in front of the little Dorchesters.
            “I guess it’s not a good time to tell you that you’re going to be a father again,” Sally Ann said to Adrian then promptly burst into tears.
            “What?” Adrian asked, sobering immediately. “Oh my God! Are you teasing me right now?” Adrian scooped Sally Ann up into a hug. “Do you promise?”
            Sally Ann was still crying but at least she was smiling and nodding happily.
            “Damn, I hope Adrian doesn’t lose his shit in the birthing suite like he did last time,” I said fondly.
            “Or Sally Ann’s head starts spinning in circles while she spews foul language and talks about dudes carrying babies in their prostates and squeezing it out their asses,” Josh added. He winked at Sally Ann who laughed hysterically. “I told you that I’d never let you live it down.”
            “That you did.” Sally Ann looked at Adrian and said, “I’m sorry I told you this way. I had every intention of doing something cutesy.”
            “I don’t need cutesy,” he replied softly.
            Josh and I congratulated the expectant couple with hugs before we made our way to the pizza. It felt like months instead of hours since I last ate. The cheesy, greasy pizza was just what the doctor ordered.
            Adrian came over after everyone finished fawning all over him. “Hey, I want to talk to you about a few things, but wasn’t sure it was the right time to talk shop.”
            A cop was never truly off duty. “What’s up? Any leads on the break-ins?”
            “Nothing, man. They stopped as fast as they started. It’s frustrating as hell,” Adrian replied.
            “Then what’s on your mind?” I asked.
             “There was a pretty big announcement in the police department while you were gone.”
            “There was?” I was shocked that Adrian didn’t call me right away if it was so serious.
            “Captain Reardon has decided to run against Rocky Beaumont in the May primary election,” Adrian told us. “There is no opposition party on the ballot at this time so if the captain wins, and I think he will, our captain will be mayor.”
            “And that leaves his position at the police department open. Are you going to apply?” I asked him. Was he trying to let me down easy?
            “No, but I want you to apply for the position,” Adrian said.
            “Me? I’ve been here the shortest amount of time. You have more seniority here than I do,” I argued.
            “Gabe, you have a lot more experience, and you have a better temperament for the job. I hate to lose you as a partner, but I’d love to see you take over our department if the captain is elected as mayor.”
            “I’m honored, Adrian. I love being out in the field, and I’ve never really given much thought to moving up the ranks. I mean, I’ve taken the appropriate tests so that it could happen, but I never thought it would.” I thought about how much my life had changed in a year and realized maybe a little more change was on the horizon.
            “Captain Roman-Wyatt,” Josh said, testing to see how it sounded. “I like it.”
            “It does sound kind of snazzy.”
            “And think of the names I can call you when you’re bad. Captain Cock Badger!”
            “I’m never bad,” I rebutted.
            “Oh, you are, but in a very good way.”
            “Sally Ann, let's get our pizza to go,” Adrian said. “The love birds want some alone time.”  We hadn’t said anything, but now that he mentioned it…
            “Yeah, grab some pizza and get out,” Josh said. “The grandmas have this under control for a few minutes.”
            “Few minutes,” I whined. Who was I kidding? By that point, I’d settle for a hand job in the laundry room and a few seconds would be all it took.
            It was amazing how quickly our friends cleared out of our house. My mom and Bertie entered the kitchen burping the twins on their shoulders. They looked around the empty kitchen in surprise.
            “Where’d everyone go?” Bertie asked. She looked at Josh with narrowed eyes. “Did you fart, Joshy?”
            “Mom, seriously?” my husband asked. “Of all the things you could accuse me of doing to clear a room, your first guess was farting?” Bertie just shrugged.
            “Oh, I think I know.” My mom’s dark eyes twinkled. “You told them you wanted some alone time while the babies were preoccupied. I reckon no one was getting much action in the hospital suite or while you bunked down with the babies in the hotel rooms on the drive home.”
            “Ohhhh,” Bertie said, “they are turning an interesting shade of red. I don’t think I recall Joshy every looking that embarrassed.”
            “You boys go on upstairs and get busy. We got the babies covered,” my mom told us.
            I thought it was great that our moms were so hip about the fact that we wanted sexy time together, but I doubted either of us would get an erection knowing that our moms were downstairs waiting for us to finish.”
            Josh and I looked at each other and exchanged grins. “Nah, we’re good,” we both said at the same time.
            “Suit yourself,” Bertie said, “but blue balls can be very painful. Plus you want a healthy prostate for optimal—”
            “Not another word, Roberta,” Josh tersely said. I’d never heard him address his mother by her first name. “We’re very familiar with things like blue balls and prostate health. I need you to stop thinking about them so that I won’t think about you thinking about them. I’m at risk of never getting another erection as long as I live.”
            “Jeesh, you don’t have to be so testy with me,” she replied petulantly.
            As much as we loved our mothers, we lived in pretty tight quarters the past few days. I thought it would be best for a little break. “Why don’t you get a bite to eat while we give the babies their baths?”
            I didn’t care that we hadn’t grabbed a bite to eat for ourselves and that my stomach was threatening to eat itself. I wanted a happy husband who’d be able to get it up as soon as our children fell back to sleep.
            I took Destiny from my mother and Josh took Dylan from his. Bertie kissed Josh’s cheek then whispered something in his ear.
            “I’m sorry too, Mama,” he said softly.  
            I appreciated their help more than I could express, but I was eager to get into a routine with our angels. Josh and I quickly got into a rhythm together just like we did everything. He washed then I dried and dressed them. Once they were ready for bed, we tucked them in and watched over them for a few minutes as they slept.
            I brushed my finger against Dylan’s soft cheek then Destiny’s. “Only your daughter would insist on having her own birthday,” I said.
            “No, your son didn’t get with the program. He had to arrive at eleven fifty on New Year's Eve when the whole world knew they were supposed to be New Year’s babies,” Josh replied. “So impatient like his father.”
            “Me? I’m the epitome of patience. Look how much crap I took from you while I waited for you to come around.” Josh smiled sheepishly at me. He had no comeback because he knew it was true. “There are moments in my life when I felt like someone was watching over me, guiding me perhaps. It was never a spiritual feeling like God or a guardian angel; it felt different.”
            “Like a big brother watching over you?” Josh asked.
            “Yeah, I guess that sums it up right. Is that just wishful thinking that I want Dylan to know that he lives on in our son, or how we named Destiny to honor Bianca and Georgia bringing us together?”
            “Who’s to say that they’re not watching us right now?” Josh asked. He tipped his head to the side thoughtfully before he looked up toward the heavens. “Now would be a good time to look away. I’d like to have some alone time with my husband.” Josh looked at me and said, “That is if you want…”
            I didn’t let him finish his sentence. I took him to our bedroom and showed him what I wanted. I was better with actions than words anyway.

            “O Captain! My Captain!” Josh whispered.

**Cover, Blurb, and Teaser for Someone to Call My Own**




Psychic Emory Jackson and former black ops specialist Jonathon Silver are men from two completely different worlds with one thing in common: heartbreak. Emory still mourns the loss of his husband five years prior, and Jon is reeling with grief from the recent death of his twin brother.
Sparks fly when mutual friends introduce them, but it’s so much more than basic attraction. There’s an undeniable awareness and a sense of belonging that neither man can deny. Despite Emory’s premonition of a future with Jon, he has vowed never to love again. Jon is convinced that his tainted soul is the reason he will never have someone to call his own. What if they’re both wrong?
Maybe these broken men with their jagged edges could somehow align perfectly to form something whole and beautiful. But will that realization come too late for them?
Someone to Call My Own is the second book in the Road to Blissville series. These books can be read as standalone or as part of the series. The author first introduced these characters in the Curl Up and Dye Mysteries, but it isn’t necessary to read that series first. This book contains sexually explicit material and is intended for adults 18 and older.

 I hope you enjoyed the goodies I shared with you. I'm wishing you all a wonderful weekend! I'll be back on Tuesday with two more teasers!
XOXO
Aimee

Dyeing to be Loved and Fatal Reaction Update

Hello, everyone. I wanted to take a minute to chat about the situation with Dyeing to be Loved and the prequel Fatal Reaction. First, I’d like to apologize for the frustration and confusion this has caused. Sometimes doing what seems right at the time doesn’t turn out to be such a great idea. Please believe me when I say that I never intended to make this so difficult!
First a little background about Fatal Reaction. The prequel was part of an anthology that was supposed to release on August 1, 2016, and the rights were supposed to revert to me on November 1, 2016. The goal was to include the prequel with Dyeing to be Loved when it released on November 8, 2016. Unfortunately, the book wasn’t published on time, and I didn’t get my rights back until AFTER Dyeing to be Loved released. Now, I could’ve pulled out of the anthology, but that didn’t feel right to me. Some of the authors were going through a difficult time in their personal lives and putting my release date schedule ahead of their well-being felt like a dick move. I try really damn hard not to be a dick! I look myself in the mirror each morning and say, “Don’t be a dick, Aimee!” It works!
Once I got my rights back, I decided to post the book for FREE on my blog. I thought it was the right thing to do. It was my way of apologizing for the inconvenience. I updated the blurb on Amazon to reflect that a prequel existed and how the reader could find it. I thought I had covered all my bases. Well, the updated version of the blurb didn’t show on all Amazon formats, such as the mobile one that most people use, but I didn’t know that for months.
Earlier this year, I decided to do an audio book for Dyeing to be Loved, the narrator recommended that I combine the prequel and book into one file. I said sure. I looked into it and thought the process seemed fairly simple. Replace one file with another, right? I hired him and scheduled his amazing services for late September. I took a few weeks and decided to re-edit the book then hired my formatter to reformat both the paper and ebook files. That’s it, right? Wrong! Once I updated the title page to include the prequel, I had to update the covers too.
So, I finally had my updated ebook and paperback files and my new covers. I was ready to go, right? Not so fast! The prequel cannot remain on my blog for free if it’s included in a book that’s enrolled in the KU program. The length of Fatal Reaction was longer than the 10% peep show that Amazon allows. So, once I received the all clear from Amazon that the DTBL file was updated, I deleted the prequel from my blog because that’s the rule. I went about my business yesterday thinking everything was just fine. I had finally done the right thing by my readers. Wrong again!
People who had already purchased the book didn’t get their automatic updates, and new purchases had errors. They saw the prequel in the ebook peep show on Amazon’s website, but it wasn’t included in the downloaded version. I started receiving messages, and I was sick to my stomach because, once again, I thought I was doing the RIGHT thing, but it exploded in my face!
Here is what I have done to try to fix the problems:
1.      I’ve asked Amazon to review the files once again. I bought a brand-new copy of the book on Aug 1st for myself on my husband’s account, and the prequel is there. Please contact Amazon customer service if you’ve purchased DTBL on or after August 1st and the prequel is missing. They will refresh/update your copy for you.
2.      If you purchased the book before August 1st, you would also need to contact Amazon customer service to update your version. I had an old version on my account and was able to get my copy updated in less than two minutes. I chose to contact them by chat and was amazed how quickly they refreshed my file.

Now, if you’re still with me after reading through all of this you know two things about me: I try not to be a dick, and I try to do the right thing. I own that it didn’t go the way I expected it to and I apologize for that. To the best of my knowledge, the issues are resolved. The customer rep from Amazon told me that they will send a mass email to people who have purchased the book to let them know how they can download an updated version of the book. Honestly, they’ve been wonderful throughout the entire process.
To show that I’m truly not a dick, I’m going to put this series on sale. I’ve gone through all the proper channels and clicked all the little boxes, and we should be good to go. For my health, I will not hold my breath. Here is what SHOULD happen:
Aug 3&4 – Dyeing to be Loved will be FREE!Aug 4, 5, & 6 – Something to Dye For will be $0.99Aug 4, 5, & 6 – Dyed and Gone to Heaven will be $1.99Aug 4, 5, & 6 –I Do, or Dye Trying will be $2.99
This is my first promotion that I’ve offered through Amazon. If it goes smooth, I’ll consider doing more in the future!
Later this week, I am going to reveal the cover, blurb, and two teasers for Emory and Jon’s story. I’m also going to post Josh and Gabe’s chapters that can be found in the back on Unscripted Love. I’ll do it in two separate posts so they’re easier to find later if you want to come back to them. I see you giving me side-eye right now because didn’t I just mention that I couldn’t post free content when the book is enrolled in KU? Here’s the difference… Josh and Gabe’s bonus chapters do not exceed the 10% peep show that Amazon offers. So, I’m not breaking any rules by posting them here. However, I will take them down if Amazon asks me to at some point because cheating the system has never been my game.
I’m sure your sick of me by now, so I’ll say goodbye until Friday. Much love to all of you!
XOXO
Aimee

Guest Spot: MCM: T.C. Orton

Happy Monday Everyone!   Welcome back to Man Crush Monday.  Today we have the very talented T.C. Orton with us.   He is here to chat about his newest release, Iudicium, which release in May.
We have a little tease from the book as well as a fantastic interview.  Let’s get this little shindig started!




Welcome TC.  We are excited to have you with us today.     Can you tell us about yourself?
I like big dicks, long walks on the beach, and fried chicken.


We are here today to talk about your newest release, Iudicium.  What does the title name mean and what is the book about?
Iudicium is the latin for Judgement/Court/Sentence/Trial, however it also means Opinion. The story is about a skuld (half light-elf, half human) who gets sent to a prison that leans over the edge of the world. It’s high fantasy, very dark, and is a choose-your-own-adventure story that lets the readers make Fayt’s choices for him.


What is your favorite trope to write?
Anything BUT contemporary. I cannot do contemporary very well. I guess I’m fond of love triangles as most of my work features them, but there’s usually some paranormal aspect pulling the romance along. I always put my paranormal/fantasy elements first.


What part of a new story comes to you first?  Title? Characters? Plot?
It’s been different with every story. For Seeing Red, I had Moss and Isaac, and everything else went from there. As for Iudicium, I had the concept of a choose your own adventure, and it sprung life from that.


What was your inspiration for this story?
Video games. Highly inspired by an onslaught of video games.


What's the best thing you've ever had someone say about one of your books in an email or review?
That they liked it? :’)



If you had to be a character in a Stephen King book - which one would you choose and why?

Randall Flagg, cos why the hell wouldn’t I want to be Randall Flagg?



Do you read your reviews, and if so do they influence the way you write the next book at all?
I read them. But I’ve noticed that reviews are given in two different ways. You get story reviews, in which someone will 1 star you because you didn’t have a happy ending or put the pair they wanted together in a relationship. I ignore these, as my stories are my artistic vision. I won’t change my plots for anyone, nor should they expect me (or any other author) to do so.

The second types of reviews are the constructive (or not so constructive) break down of your writing itself. I take note of some of these, as I’m always looking to improve.



What is your favorite book?  How many times have you reread it?

Would it be arrogant to name one of my own? Lmao. I love Seeing Red. I can’t help it – I put everything into it. (Other than that, I’m a big fan of the mortal instruments and midnighters series. But I’m still reading them)



What do you keep in your top draw of your dresser?

Lube


If you could be any Power Ranger who would you be, and why?

In terms of team dynamic there’s not much of a difference unless you’re the red ranger (the leader) And I’m not sure I’d like to be the leader of a superhero squad. But I wouldn’t complain if Zordon recruited me into any color.


If you could have a love affair with one of your characters who would you pick and why?
It’d have to be Moss. Though I know for a fact I couldn’t handle him half as well as Isaac… I’d probably be much “safer” with Nicolai, but safe isn’t happy, as Isaac discovered.


If you could have a face to face meeting with any famous author, who would you choose and where would you meet?

George R.R. Martin. Anywhere.


What's your favorite thing to wear?
NOTHING


If you could have a superpower, what would it be and why?
I could go on and on, but right now I’m feeling Super Speed (ala Flash)
Perks: Super metabolism. Throw lightning. Phase through objects. Time travel. Run up walls/across water. And of course, never having to pay for public transport ever again.


If you could turn one of your books into a game, which book and why?

Iudicium. It wouldn’t make for a great action game, but it’d be it’d be great suspense with some CGI man on man action.



You get to live out your favorite fantasy with 2 M/M authors.  Who are the authors, what is the fantasy?
Jaclyn Osborn holds the camera. Devon McCormack is on the bed. Enough said.


What are you reading right now?

I’m not. I’m writing – BUT, I will be getting to Axios by Jaclyn Osborn soon.


What is next for you?

I could do with a bath if I’m honest



Anyone you want to give a shout out to?

JACLYN OSBORN. Also, Dark Silence by Katze Snow


Rapid Fire Time

Optimus Prime or Bumblebee?  Bumblebee? (Not big on transformers)Superman or Iron Man?SupermanDouble Penetration or Fisting? DP Introvert or Extrovert? IntrovertCherrios or Froot Loops? CHEERIOSTop or Bottom?  I’m a sloppy bottomSuper Mario or Sonic the Hedghog?  SonicWindows or Mac?  WindowsRock or Hip Hop?   RockOrgasm Denial or Spanking?  what the hell is the first one? Read or writing?    WritingMissionary or Doggy Style?   DoggyPink or Purple?   PinkBear or Otter?   OtterFried Chicken or Chinese?   FRIED CHICKEN Right or Left?   RightCountry or City?   EitherWorld of Warcraft or Everquest?    NeitherSausage or Cheeseburger?    CheeseburgerJock or Briefs?    JockKisses or Hugs?     Get away from me Sweatpants or Jeans?   SweatsPro porn or Amateur Porn?   AmateurDrake or Pete?     Drake
Favorite flower?   There’s different types?Favorite beverage?    Zero cal energy drinksFavorite game?    THAT IS NOT A SIMPLE QUESTION AND WE DO NOT HAVE THE SPACE TO ANSWER IT Favorite color?    Red


That was hilarious!  I love the Q&A section.    T.C. has a little tease for you – a little quote from his book, Iudicium


“I feel the tip of his index finger sink into my body, and I muffle a cry with my hands. It stings so bad, and it feels so rough. I don’t know how much of this I can take, and I don’t know how long I’m going to have to endure it. Maybe I should just kick him, provoke him, have him kill me on the spot and end it all… Maybe”

This is a choose your own adventure.  If you are brave enough to see where you will take yourself check it out HERE



BLURB
After being incarcerated at a prison that leans over the edge of the world, Fayt must do whatever it takes to escape (or simply survive) the horrors that await him. You will take control of Fayt and guide him on his path, but be careful, for not everyone posing as an ally will lead you down the road to freedom. 

Note: This is an interactive story, and it is important that you keep a record of your choices close by. 

Fayt is in your hands… 

You can find T.C. at the following links
FACEBOOK 
AMAZON

If you are looking for some new reads.  Here are his releases.
Seeing Red

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01F9WHM5E 


College Climax 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N7BFW0M 


Christmas Climax 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N5JBG1L 


Omega Moon  


https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01ASLCAEO 



You can find T.C.’s Year One Collection which includes the above books you can check it out HERE


If you would like to win a copy of any of T.C. Orton’s backlist please comment on the blog post!
A big thank you to T.C. for hanging out with us today!   We are so excited to see what you have planned for us in the future.

Guest Spot MCM: Wulf Francu Godgluck

Welcome back to Man Crush Monday.  This week we have the wonderfully evil Wulf Francu Godgluck.   He is the author of the soul crushing series Of Gods and Monsters.   We are super excited to have him share some of his hair-raising stories with us.
Today we have a special treat – along with excerpts from the series we also have a character interview with Hades Breno el Oscuro.  He’s a badass biker with a foul mouth.
Up first, is an excerpt from book 1  Of Gods and Monsters: Menoetius
Of Gods and Monsters: Menoetius


“It happened again. Another man seemed to have fallen in lust with me, but this one was different. He was, and will be, the only one I love.”
— Beo Moon.

I stood, and turned, “Sorry, big guy, but I got to run,” holding my hand out for my beanie. He looked me up and down.
“How long are you going to make me wait, boy?”
I gaped at the dude, dumbfounded. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“I can be a very patient man, Beo Moon,” he said and stood, glaring down at me from hooded brows. “But, when it comes to certain things, people shouldn’t test my endurance, or my temper. I’ve decided, when it comes to you, beautiful,” he stepped closer and placed the beanie over my head, “I don’t have any. You will be mine, Beo. I promise you. So don’t make me wait too fucking long!” he growled then cupped the back of my head with his left hand, hauled on it, and bam!
His mouth covered mine as he forced his tongue past my lips and kissed me with fucking, blazing hell-storm and passion. I moaned as his assault continued. The bastard even curled his right arm around my waist, crashing me against his hard body and deepening the kiss. It lasted fucking lifetimes. Grasping him by the lapels, I silently begged him not to stop— kissing him back, hard, and trying to bury myself in his mouth.
He tasted too good, too right, too damn perfect, and I wanted him too much.


“It started and ended with a hippie kid. Marriage just wedged itself in there like a bullet.” — Colt Maxus.
I roared, snapping my hips and slamming hard into him. Beo cried out so loud, Martin was up off his seat, fists clenching, white knuckles at his sides. My eyes cut to his, and I growled, thrusting into Beo again, this time only a whimper bolted from my boy’s lips.
Coiling the belt and his leash in my hand, I fucked my boy, hearing his cries going silent, his mouth pressed against my neck and nostrils snuffling at my skin as he breathed with each plunge. My eyes challenged Martin to dare step in and stop this. I was only met with a single wet tear rolling down his cheek. I sneered at him in victory, taking Beo’s lips like a deranged animal, kissing my Babyboy hard.
Sweat gleamed and dripped down my scalp, and our bodies rubbed against each other. I felt the increased sensation in my sac.
Beo’s dick was hard, straining backwards to his belly, smearing pre-cum as I moved inside him.
His submission was breathtaking.
“Beo…” I whispered into his mouth when he stopped kissing. My boy was slipping into subspace again.
“Come back to me, boy.” I slowed my thrusts, clenching my ass from the torture and the burn as I edged myself. “Don’t go there. Master wants you here with him,” I growled and bit his lip. When Beo’s eyes snapped open, beholding me with soft tenderness, I couldn’t help myself.
“I love you, Babyboy,” I said, not caring who heard because it was only meant for Beo.




Colt and Beo are perfect for each other.  This does have a BDSM element to the story and it is currently free on Amazon so if you would like to start the series you can do so HERE.

Up next is an excerpt from book 2, Of Gods and Monsters: Hades.   You will probably need a therapist after you read this one but it will be totally worth it.



  Of Gods and Monsters: Hades


“They had claws, they had teeth stained with blood, their bodies—colossal flesh and muscle, and yet I was held in their arms like a fragile feather made from the thinnest glass… And I had no way of protecting them.”—Rex Hunter.

He had never seen a man that gigantic. Moon and city light had washed in through the window, outlining a macabre silhouette towering over him at the edge of the bed, like a hungry, snarling carnivore, abs tight, light bouncing off his damp skin. There was solid muscle everywhere. Biceps and hands as big as his head and he was certain those thighs were thicker than his waist. And he never thought a cock could grow to be that size...and hard and scary and beautiful at the same time. Okay, it wasn’t monstrously thick and ferociously hard—it was a mutated demon—all purple head and dark foreskin, with bulging veins, while stringing from it like thick sap—a fat pearl of pre-cum. And it had been against his tummy, smearing his skin. He’d been tempted to swipe a finger through it and taste, but fear had rooted him. Now there was a crusty patch on his abs, a stain, a mark from him. The beast would probably give him one plow with that thing and Rex would split in half. He pressed his palm to his breast, recalling how that warm, callused finger had bitten into his nipple, while his heart was trying to explode. The man smelled, an overbearing odor of sweat, grime and urine. The carnivore was furious too, growling at Rex, his hairy chest and bulky abdominals flexing with each ragged breath he heaved, and Rex was certain he hadn’t only heard his own heart roaring in his ears.
He’d watched the naturally tanned giant turn, giving Rex a brief glimpse of two solid, dimpling globes of flesh, dusted with black hair, before stomping down the hallway.


“I broke him, day by day, piece by piece, I stole from him and tore that boy apart.”—Breno Hades el Oscuro.

But those weren’t dark hairs covering the pale flesh, laying in offering to him. He stalked closer, swallowing hard—light, furry and soft looking motherfuckin’ ginger fluff glistened in the light, covering a small creamy white ass in his motherfuckin’ bed.
Hades roared a violent sound as he grasped the duvet and jerked it off. The sight stopped him dead in his tracks. An elfin hellfire rolled onto its stomach, hugging a teddy bear. Skin stretching over beautifully chiseled back muscles, the little knobs of his spine showed prominently, needing the attention of Hades’ lips. His gaze drifted lower, his mouth dry as his glower came to his motherfuckin’ death—dimples of Venus—followed by his second death, a fuzzy, tight, soft cream of heaven he wanted to sink into.
The kid moved sleepily, turned and sat up, dark vermilion hair looking all anarchic and cute on his head. Then the small fuck had to palm his little boner between his legs with one hand while wiping his eyes with the other.
The hellfire looked up, throat working overtime as his perturbed gaze swept over Hades. The petarditogasped and bolted off the bed, cock bobbing between his legs while his small muscled body flexed as he scurried to get away from Hades.
Hades grunted as he rounded the bed, grasping the shit on the forearm, pulling the boy right against him. The small frame shivered as the niño brushed against his skin.
Bad idea. Bad motherfuckin’ idea.
You didn’t let a sex-deprived animal loose to find a pretty little thing, all cute and shit, curled up in his bed, then yank the goddamn kid against your naked body.




Phew……Hades is definitely a love/hate type of character.   You can grab book 2 HERE.  Before we see the excerpt for the next book I think we should see what Hades had to say during the interview.Enter at your own risk.

Please Welcome Hades
A mammoth-beast of a man burst through the door. His bare chest and abdominal muscle ripple under his leather cut, all hostile and tense as he grunts. His neck, shoulder and arms nothing but hard steel and bulging veins, his dark ceramal skin riddled in odious looking ink, coloring his body. There’s a deranged madness licking his left eye, blacker than the darkest whore pits of Hell, while his right eye is covered in a leather eye patch.
He sneers, his thick black beard, slightly adorned with gray streaks, flashing a tin line of teeth.
“You wanted to do this interview bullshit? You can at least offer a man a drink for dragging his fat ass down here,” he snarls and plops down on a chair, barreling a gale of his thick, sweaty musk, laced with motor oil and blood, into the air. Roughly he slams his hands down onto the desk. “Better got it done and over with, woman. I got shit to do, people to kill, and boypussy to stretch with my cock.”

Q:    At what point in your life did you convince yourself that you were a slave to the darkness?
Hades flexes his hands, peering at his fingers, still stained with the dried blood from some useless piece of fuck he had made a part of the tarmac.
“We all have darkness within us.” Slowly Hades lifts his head, eye narrowing in a glower.
“I never became a slave to nothing. I’m no one’s fuckin’ whore. I embraced my darkness, become one with it, sleep and fuck and made happily fuckin’ afters with it. Didn’t mean there weren’t consequences…sacrifices. We only have one heart, and when its motherfuckin’ ripped out, stolen from you…there’s only a hallow empty hole left, were the darkness festers and transmutes, grows thicker and blacker until it bleeds out, consuming and becoming your very soul.” 


Q:  If you could go back in time would you choose Beo over Rex to be your Boy?
What the fuck would it matter? I would never be good enough for anyone… However, push a man too far… Destiny, Fait, Love, Hope… Those bitches had their opportunity… and they fucked me over, right up the ass. I don’t like it when I get fucked over.” Hades folds his arms across his chest, lips twitching in grim, sadistic smile. “I’m the one behind the trigger this time around, and when I meet either of those bitches again, I’ll be the one to put them to ground so they can rot six feet under for motherfuckin’ good.


Q: Where do you see your life going?
Hades laughs softly, slowly, the sound growing ever louder till it’s a corrosive dark blare, bubbling from deep inside his chest. “What life does a man have who’s already sleeping with Death? Where in Hell could such a life ever lead, when you’ve made Death your very whore? Bum Fuck No-Where?”


Q: You feel you are destined to an eternity in Hell. Do you think Rex will follow that path with you? 
Hades swallows…his neck muscles spasms and twitch as he stares at the wall for a long time. He leans over, massive forearms resting on the desk, ginormous scarred and filth ridden hands folding into each other. “Look, sweet Jefecita. Let’s get this very fuckin’ clear… I’m already living that shit, deep throating it ever fuckin’ day and no, Rex won’t follow me. He is my motherfuckin’ Hell.”


Q: What is it about Rex that, above all other men, calmed the demon inside you?
Hades grins, “The darkness inside loved that boy first, at first fuckin’ glimpse. The moment I had seen him on that bed, all cute as fuck, naked, palming his little boner between his legs, red hair a beautiful mess, face stained with the kiss of sleep, the darkness knew who and what it wanted and who Rex would forever belong to.”


Q: Aside from Rex, who is the one person you trust more than yourself?
My fuckin’ fists. At least with them everybody knows something’s gonna die, crushed to death, bleeding their innards out between them.


Q: Do you see yourself ever settling down, getting married and starting a family?
Hades jabs his finger on the table hard. “You need to stop talking this sugar fairy bullshit or peoples gonna get hurt. I’m bad. I don’t deserve the white picket fence and the cute as fuck, handsome husband to come home to, a sweet little house out in the suburbs with a kid and dog playing in the front yard. That fairytale rotted a long fuckin’ time ago.”


Q: Is there anything that you are afraid of?  Any phobias? 
“Motherfuckin’ spiders. Those freaks of nature are gonna lay fuckin’ eggs in your brain and turn the world into zombies one day, I swear to shit, it’s the God honest truth.” Hades licks his lips, glancing away… “On a more serious fuckin’ note… Rex scares me, what that sweet kid feels for me, scares the shit outa me.”


Q: What do you keep in your bedside table?
Hades comes his beard with his fingers, biting his lip, a glint plays in his eye. “A copy of, Without Conscience: The Disturbing World of the Psychopaths Among Us by Robert D. Hare and a copy of When Rabbit Howls by Truddi Chase.”


Q: If you could breed a famous person who would it be and why?
“I want an orgy, with Jack the Ripper, Jason Voorhees and Freddy fuckin’ Krueger, ’cause I wanna know which one of us got the bigger dick.”


Q: If could have one thing that you currently do not have what would you pick?
Hades glare is death and silent as he says, “My heart.”


Q: Do you believe in Happily Ever After’s?
“You are fuckin’ kidding me, right now? A Monster like me, Happily Ever fuckin’ After? What the fuck is this? America’s funnies home videos or some shit?


Q:  What do you think are your best qualities?
Hades leans back, a lazy, dreamy smile on his lips, and reached between his thighs, “My dick and that’s the only fuckin’ one.”


Q:  What do you think are your worst qualities?
“Every fuckin’ thing you see right before you, and a helluva lot you don’t see, little foxy lady.”


Q:  Do you believe in second chances?
Hades grunts. Then smiles darkly. “I guess you’re gonna have to find out at the end of the new book. Better keep them heart plasters at the ready.”

If you don’t realize what you are getting into with Hades that was just a sneak peek.   We decided he also should answer some Fast Fire questions.   Hades obviously doesn’t know how to follow the rules around here.   Again…..enter at your own risk!!!

FAST FIRE
Angels or Demons? Motherfuckin’ fairies
Motorcycle or SUV? Harley-Davidson Fat Boy
Top or Bottom? I make milkshake either way.
Boxers or Briefs? Ca- fuckin’ mado!
Trees or Flowers? Hades’ cheeks glow… “Flowers, white like hissoul, with touch of pink like hisblush.
Long or Short? Thick as fuck
Cut or uncut? Prince Albert
Rock or Hip Hop? Old school Rock
Call or text? I prefer my fists to talk.
Rope or ZipTies? Hands, the better to crush a throat with them, my dear.
Jock or Thong? Calvin Klein
Soft or Hard? Acid
Hairy or Waxed? Werewolf
Shifters or Vampires? Behemoth
Nipple clamps or Cock Cage? Sounds and butt plugs.
Coffee or Tea? Tequila
Brunette or Red Head? Rex
Country or City? The dark black woods.
Hugs or Kisses? Cock sucking
Dogs or Cats? Grimalkins
Dildo or Fleshjack? Tentacles
World of Warcraft or Everquest? Ain’t got time for little kid’s games.
Sweet or Sour? Bitter as bile.
Tattoos or piercings? Scars
Cry or Scream? Howl
Fisting or Watersports? Smiles curly, “Don’t make me fukin’ hard, woman!”
Kiss or Hug? Cuddles
Favorite Color? Death
Favorite Position? On my back with a nice sweet boycock up my Daddy hole.
Favorite Food? Boy pussy
“Are we done? Can I fuck off now? ’Cause it sure as shit seems dryer than the fuckin’ Sahara desert in here, man don’t even get a fuckin’ beer, and I need to go piss anyways. Also there was this cute as fuck boy in the hallway I wane introduce my Daddy dick to.”



Um……thank you Hades for stopping by to answer a few questions.  You have thoroughly confused us on how book 3 is going to play out.  
How about 2 excerpt from book 3, Of Gods and Monsters: Komainu

Of Gods and Monsters: Komainu EXCERPT #1



“Fuck.”—Hades Breno el Oscuro.
Two months laterA pitch-black pit lay before him, reaching through the darkness to pull him down into its depths. Gears ticked softly in the eerie silence as the casket was lowered instead. Nature decided she should piss on them right then and there, spitting a mist of summer rain over the graveyard. Hades shifted his stance and cringed as a painful bolt zapped down his left hamstring. Like a ping-pong match, the torture skewered, slicing down the back of his left thigh then straight up again, sharp enough to make him gasp for breath.
It should have been him being lowered down into that grave. Not fuckin’ Cracker.
One broken man. What the fuck was he worth? Right eye cooked to a bubbling crisp, all new pretty stab wounds and beautiful new scars, cock violated to shit, and one motherfuckin’ heart massacre later, Hades was still fuckin’ standing...barely. It had taken him thirty minutes to walk up the hill, ’cause he was too goddamn arrogant and too fuckin’ stubborn to let Maxus push him in a wheelchair.
God was having one sick fuckin’ laugh at Hades right now.
Becausethose words—those motherfuckin’ words—no biker ever wanted to hear, had been said to him:
“You won’t ride again...”
Dios!
Hades’ teeth cracked, raindrops sliding over his scalp and down his jaw to soak into his beard. Some of the fucktarts snaked in under his jacket’s collar, kissing his neck and dampening his shirt.
Jesús, it had been a close call. He still shuddered thinking about it… If Doc hadn’t come back and finished his fuckin’ sentence... and if you just sucked it up and heard the man out before you went batshit crazy and almost killed yourself...
“... Not for the next couple of months at least.”
Ironic actually, how those words were a biker’s true fuckin’ cancer.
Hades grunted, shoving his gaze across the abyss, straight at her. Her frame frozen, expression obscured by the black hat and mesh concealing her face. She held a cut in her hands, hugged it to her chest. The leather looked old, and Hades didn’t need to look to know it was hers. Property of Cracker patched onto the vest’s back. Debbie had always been a well put together old lady, neatly dressed, prim and proper, the old-fashioned kind of way. Hades knew firsthand the deception that image portrayed.
Club blood ran thick in her veins, in the sense that she came from a long family-line of bikers. When Cracker’d had the property patch sewn onto that vest, the man had been so piss-shit scared that his woman would go motherfuckin’ batshit crazy and cut off the old man’s balls. And Debbie had tried when Cracker had given it to her too. Well, that’s what she’d always told Hades anyway. “Woman, I wanna be with you. Today, tomorrow, when I’m old and ugly and have to wear them diapers, and my teeth are all gone rotted away, I still wanna be with the most beautiful woman that has walked God’s green earth.” He’d gone on both knees before her, proposing and offering the property cut to her. Debbie had landed a steel-toed boot right in Cracker’s nutz, ’cause the old fucker had made her cry in front of her entire club family.
Sad she never could pop out a bunch of little ones. She would have made an exceptional madre.
The old lady stood strong as the first shovelful of dirt crumbled onto the wood, but inside, like Hades, they were both a fuckin’ wreck of torn pieces. Him probably more than her.
His thoughts whispered, clawing, trying to grasp onto that single one he wasn’t ready to face… Rex.
He shook his nob.
Quick and sudden. The old timer went in for his monthly chemo treatment—not that the fuckin’ poison did any good in Hades’ eye, that shit always left more damage than a will to fight the battle. This time, Cracker never left the hospital, laid there for four weeks as each of his organs failed, hadn’t wanted no meds to ease the pain, just wanted it over. Wanted out.
Now the old man was being laid to rest in his colors—colors that didn’t mean shit anymore, not to Hades, not fuckin’ piss-ass-motherfuckin’ Viper, and sure as hell not to the rest of the brothers. The Cerberuens were dead: boiled alive, sawed apart and gutted.
Jesús.Hades choked back a sob when the second pile of dirt hit the casket.
Fate hadn’t even spared him the chance to say goodbye to his old friend.
Fucker.He shut his eye, chest burning, pulling tight. Old Devil Eyes would’ve strung Hades up, dried him out like beef jerky laid to bake in the Nevada desert. But, in all respects, the Cerberuens hadn’t been a traditional club, not since Old Devil Eyes decided to kick the bucket all the way to Hell. The club died the day Old Devil Eyes breathed his last. Ever since then, the Cerberuens had become a bitch to another king.
And Hades had failed his club. He didn’t deserve the patch on his right breast, didn’t deserved the colors on his back, or the loyalty the brotherhood had showed him over the years.
And he sure as shit didn’t deserve Rex’s heart, not after...
Fuck. Hades squeezed his eyelids tighter, he couldn’t even fuckin’ cry! Shit, this was pathetic.
The people around Hades started to drift away, including Wendigo, who didn’t even attempt to meet Hades’ gaze. Not even so much as a grunt from the pup. Hades didn’t blame him; he didn’t deserve Wendigo’s respect.


EXCERPT # 2
“Love holds the cruelest kiss. She has made many a kami her very slaves, so why do we, mere mortals, believe she would spare us, and treat us any different?”—Kemono Orachi.
And those had been only the ones Kemono knew of.
He had seen many horrors as a young boy and hardly batted an eyelash at them, even less so as he grew and created those very horrors with his own hands, granting him the name Akuma-ō.
But a man—as big and terrifyingly livid as Hades was by simply breathing—screaming himself awake, fighting through a night terror, chilled Kemono to his very bones. This frost had been very different than the thick ice still sitting and blackening around Kemono’s heart.
It had frightened him.
They both cared about Rex. He knew it the first night the biker had shown up at the apartment. The man that had stood in Kemono’s doorway and had watched as a nameless whore sucked Kemono’s cock, had long since died. That man had been broken and weak. What was left today was not a man, not a soul, but something heartless, killed and drained bone-dry by love.
Kemono’s scoured the club. He couldn’t picture Rex here, no matter what had caused the boy to make the decision to work in such an environment in the first place. Especially, one where he would need to bare himself to its patrons. Kemono had a suspicion that whoever gave Hades the tip, not only met a cruel end, but also had been feeding them empty truths.
“He’s not here,” the dark voice rumbled next to Kemono. He leaned back, studying Hades’ frame. The man’s lips taut, neck muscles set in constant spasm of hostility, body no different. But it was the man’s gaze that was the most unnerving of all. It was devoid of all emotion, an empty carnivorous depth, starved for carnage.
Kemono clamped his large hand on one of Hades’ crossed forearms, muscles twitching under his touch. Hades stared at his hand, a growl vibrating through the beast.
Kemono let go, showing open palms to keep the peace. He sighed. Ever since that morning things had been...awkward between them.
Well, it definitely wasn’t a Disneyland before, but THAT morning... He closed his eyes…clenched his fists. Images of bodies grinding against each other on the bed, sweat drenched, hot, drunk while hungry mouths feasted on flesh—
“We ain’t gonna find him here,” Hades barked and turned. Kemono glared after the man, no longer limping, no longer wearing his cut. Black denim clung to his massive legs, while those steel-toed boots made the earth cringe beneath each step. But it was the black shirt that struck both fear and awe into whoever stepped in the kaijū’s path. It clung to the Hades and amplified his hegemony as the far more predominant male.

Now - that was a lot to read and we thank you for sticking with us.  If you are intrigued by what you've read, than we highly recommend starting this series.  Hades might sound like he is totally badass but he is just a 
teddy bear at heart (kind of - maybe -not really).
Of Gods and Monsters: Komainu, book 3 is scheduled to release in the near future.  So now is the time to catch up with books 1 and 2.  
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They come to me in the night, creeping into my head. Their voices are all different, their stories all dissimilar, but they keep saying the same thing... 

"Show us, tell us, bring us into your world, and make us known."
Then I sit and they take over. They tell their tales of love, loss and sinister misfortune. Not all of them get a happy ending, but they are pleased when their part is written.
I sometimes find myself lost in my own mind; a world very similar to our own yet so different. Things don't go bump in the night-- they squeal and crawl under your skin, making you grind your teeth, and making your stomach turn over and putting your nerves on edge. Then there's the drama. Oh, the drama!


Wulf Francú Godgluck hails from South Africa. His work is not for the faint-hearted! In his books you'll find... all the beasties with their nasty claws and teeth, and some you didn't even know existed.


But the monsters aren't all real. 


Some live inside us. Who knows what he will make you discover about yourself, lurking in your heart, behind the closed walls in the deep, black recesses where no light penetrates?


Wulf will steal your heart and never give it back. More than likely, he'll pin it to the wall with a bobbypin and sit there sipping his tea while you writhe and squeal on the floor...


STILL sure you want to read a Wulf Godgluck book?


Proceed at your own peril.  



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A big thank you to Wulf for letting Hades out of his cage to come play with us.  We cannot wait for Of Gods and Monster: Komainu to be released.   Some of us are waiting on the edge of our seats for it.  Don’t forget book 1, Of Gods and Monsters: Menoetius, is free on Amazon.  To win a gifted copy of book 2, Of Gods and Monsters: Hades, enter the giveaway HERE

Guest Spot MCM: Geoffrey Knight

Welcome back to Man Crush Monday!   Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.  Today we have the remarkably talented Geoffrey Knight.  His newest release, The Billionaire’s Boyfriend,released on July 5th and we’re so thrilled to have him with us today.   You’ll get a to read an excerpt from The Billionaire’s Boyfriend and have a look at the interview we had with Geoff.   There is also a giveaway at the bottom so make sure you enter it.
Let’s get this party started!




Welcome Geoff !  Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?
Thanks for having me, and congrats Aimee on the success of Unscripted Love, I can’t wait to read it! My name’s Geoffrey Knight, I’m an Australian author living in North Queensland, Australia. I’ve been writing novels since I was 17 and I’ve been a published gay fiction author for 10 years. I have an amazing partner and last year our beautiful baby girl Elliot Rosa was born. We’re one of those families that keeps bucking the definition of what a family is. Elliot has two mums and two dads, and spends Thursday through to Saturday every week with her Daddies. Having a child is such a game-changer! It’s the most magnificent experience there is. Growing up a gay male, you’re faced with the fact that you will probably never become a father—unless the planets align and you get a little creative with the baby-making side of things. But the planets did align and we did get creative, and after one try with the turkey baster Elliot was on her way. She was meant to be! She is truly a miracle baby!
What do you want to tell those who may be new your books?  What type of books do you write?
I’ve been writing gay fiction for the past 10 years. I’ve written over 25 gay novels, novellas and short stories under my own name, then I’ve written another 30 or so under a few pen names. I write just about every genre of gay fiction there is, from thrillers to comedies to romance and more, it all depends what mood takes me and which story is demanding to be told. I’m probably best known for my gay adventure novels, they’ve won several awards and been bestsellers on Amazon. My first gay novel—The Cross of Sins: Fathom’s Five Book One—was dubbed “Gay Raiders of the Lost daVinci Code” by one reviewer and the description was so perfect it kinda stuck. I love writing all different genres, but everything I write has an element of romance to it. My latest novel—The Billionaire’s Boyfriend—is my first full-length rom-com and I absolutely LOVED writing it. The Muse took over and the entire book took me less than three weeks to write—and that’s while holding down a full-time job as a reporter at the local rag. The characters just came to life. All I did was write down the conversations they had in my head and the story pretty much wrote itself. It was an absolute joy to write, so much so that I’ve already started on my next rom-com which will hopefully be out in the next couple of months.
Do you have a character in your head that you have yet to write a story for?
Oh they need to take a number and get in line! There are SO many characters banging at the door to my imagination it’s not funny. One or two are banging harder than others, but I don’t want to say who they are or what their story is for fear of scratching away at the already frayed patience of some of my readers. I have a list of books a mile long that people are waiting to read, I’d be dipped in boiling duck fat and fried if I added any more to it.
How do you choose character names?
Oh that process takes me days, sometimes weeks! I might be weird, but my character’s names have to be utterly perfect! Heroes have to sound heroic, villains have to sound villainous, romantic goofballs need to sound cute and lovable. Names have to suit the genre, suit the character and represent that person’s traits and personality. Sherlock Holmes, Holly Golightly, Atticus Finch… these aren’t just the names of characters—these are some of the greatest names in fiction history. The wrong name can completely derail a story, the right name can make it jump off the page.
What's the most difficult thing about writing a good story?
The most difficult thing, yet one of the most important, is consistency of theme. Making the whole thing come together like a perfect meal. When you eat a great meal, the flavors have to be balanced and work together, yet you still need room for surprises and something unexpected. Stories are the same. You can never, ever, ever, ever mix your metaphors. Your locations and themes have to be tight and well-entwined to fit with the character’s journey. Professions have to be perfectly chosen. Nothing can be random. I have two main characters in my new book The Billionaire’s Boyfriend. One is Matt the flower delivery guy and one is Cal the billionaire, hence the two locations I chose to thematically match those professions were New York (for Cal and his Wall Street money) and Rome (which is famous for the flowers on the Spanish Steps so that Matt the flower delivery guy could have a dream destination to visit). Spending the time to get those elements right from the get-go—so that nothing is arbitrary or irrelevant—is paramount.
If you could rewrite one of your published novels which one and what is it that you would change?
Before I started writing gay fiction I wrote a couple of heterosexual thrillers, very James Patterson sort of stories. One is called To The End of the Line and one is called Into The Jaws of Wolves. They’re very scary, big books, I love them. But if I ever had the time, I’d love to turn them into gay thrillers. Gay fiction has been very good to me, it’s what I love writing. I’d love to give those books a gay hero.
If you could be one of your characters who would you be and why?
Oh what an awesome question. I think I’d have to say Buck Baxter from my Buck Baxter Mysteries series. He’s a private eye in the 1920s who thinks he’s as tough as nails but deep down he knows he’s a total mess. He smokes opium from a pipe, drinks gin till he passes out, catches the eye of every boy in town but his heart is aching for handsome playboy Holden Hart, a man who has more secrets than Buck realizes. I love his vulnerability, and that no matter how much we think we can control our destinies, our hearts will always decide our fate for us.
What do you think is the most rewarding thing about writing M/M?
As a gay man I get to completely connect with my characters. Growing up gay, that was something that was never on offer. Every book I read, every movie I saw, was made for a heterosexual audience. Like so many other kids growing up gay, I had to watch from the sidelines and imagine what it would be like if James Bond or Indiana Jones actually kissed a boy instead of the leading lady. I’m so grateful to gay fiction for making those dreams a reality.

Does it bother you that the majority of M//M readers are woman?
On the contrary! I love it! I’ve met so many female readers and authors, and made lifelong friends through their love of M/M. When I first realized there was such a huge female following, I was so curious that I ended up writing my only ever non-fiction book on the subject. With the support of Laura Baumbach and Kris Jacen from MLR Press, I interviewed 32 women from 9 countries around the world and 4 different continents and published the interviews in a book titled Why Straight Women Love Gay Romance. I asked these women so many questions and got the most amazing answers: how did they discover M/M, what was it they loved about it, did anyone know they read it, did their husbands know, did it improve their sex life, did it change their views of the world, did they experience bigotry and discrimination because of the books they enjoyed reading, and so on. The responses were utterly fascinating and honest and so heartfelt. And in the end I realized there is this amazing, strong, determined army of women out there who are now fighting for equal rights and educating those around them about equality, simply because of their love of M/M. That’s truly inspiring!


What part of a book is the toughest to write?

Definitely from the halfway mark to the end of the second act. It’s that 50-75% mark of the book, when things are about to start that downward slide toward the dark end of the second act, but you can’t give anything away too early. You’re not at the beginning where lots of possibilities present themselves, but you’re not at the end where all the threads of the plot start to tie nicely together. You just have to stay on course and keep delivering the goods until the climax starts to kick in.


If you could be any cartoon character who would you be, and why?
Oh let me think. I’m gonna have to say Astroboy. He’s such a little pocket rocket, literally. He’s a robot boy with a heart of gold and such a sense of justice and goodness. He’s brave and bold and loyal, and knows the difference between right and wrong. For a robot he puts most humans to shame. Plus I think deep down he bats for our team.

If you could be a superhero who would you pick and why?
Oh that’s even more fun! It has to be Superman. He’s a super-hot alien who can fly, bounce bullets off his chest, and run faster than a locomotive. And who wouldn’t want to look like Henry Cavill, seriously?? When I wasn’t saving kittens stuck up trees, I’d be feeling up my hairy muscled chest all day long ;)
What are you reading now?
I just read Lisa Henry’s amazing short story One Perfect Night and it blew me away! Lisa and I both live in Townsville, Australia, and she set the story there during WWII, so I know all the landmarks in the story. But it was more than the location that tugged at my heart. The spark between her characters Tanner and Nick was so authentic and sparse and real and incredible. Lisa managed to say SO much in so few words. She’s a real talent that woman!
Which author(s) do you 1-click regardless of what they write?
Ethan Day. He’s more than a favorite author, he’s a great friend and I adore how much of himself he pours into his characters to make them so hilarious and poignant and clever and kind. He’s my inspiration for writing rom-com. I told him the other day that I heard his voice in my head with every word I wrote in The Billionaire’s Boyfriend. He told me to give it back ;)

If Zombies were going to attack the world and you only had one book you could re-read before they attacked which book would you choose?
Oh for fear of being guilty of self-promotion, the perfect book would be Zombie Boyz featuring TJ Klune, Eric Arvin, Ethan Stone, Daniel A. Kaine, Ethan Day and yours truly. We all got together and wrote a big gay zombie anthology, so in terms of knowing how to dispatch of, escape from, or even fall in love with a zombie, this book is packed with tons of lifesaving tips!
 NOW FOR MY FAVORITE PART  - THE FAST FIRE 

Star Trek Enterprise or Next Generation? Next Gen. Make it so! Lord of The Rings or Harry Potter? Harry Potter, not so much for the stories but moreso because I find JK Rowling’s life a truly incredible tale of determination and success against all odds. Slow-n-Sweet or Fast-n-Hard? Both. Depends how much wine I’ve had. Vampires or Demons? Vampires Introvert or Extrovert? Extrovert Winter or Summer? Summer TV Series or Movies? Movies Boxers or Briefs? Briefs Salt or Pepper? Pepper Cut or uncut? Cut Top or Bottom? Top Fish or Pasta? Pasta Call or text? Text, I’m a writer. Daddy or Boy? Daddy. Give me a real man. Jock or Briefs? Briefs Read or writing? Writing Satin or Silk? Oh, there’s a difference? I might be gay but I’m still a guy. Waxed or Hairy? Hairy Wolves or Dragons? Wolves. I love dogs. Tall or short? Split the difference. Muscles or Lean? Muscles Gingers or Blondes? My hubby’s a ginger so there’s that one covered. Hugs or Kisses? Kisses Sweet or Sour? Sour Tattoos or piercings? Tattoos, I have two. A shark and an octopus. Kiss or Bite? Kiss Favorite flower? Frangipani. Favorite meal? Spaghetti bolognese. Never at a restaurant though, it has to be home-cooked. Favorite beverage? Wine. Although it depends how much I’ve had ;) Favorite Color? Blue Favorite Body Part on your partner? It’s a tie between his brain and his heart. The rest is awesome, don’t get me wrong, but love is nothing without wisdom, understanding, common sense, kindness, great conversation and an awesome sense of humor.
Thank you Geoff for answering our questions!  Looks like we have a ton of books to catch up on.   Next up, we have an excerpt from The Billionaire’s Boyfriend!

In this excerpt from The Billionaire’s Boyfriend, our MC Matthew Darcy is nervously waiting for billionaire Calvin Croft to pick him up for lunch to thank him for saving his life. Anxiously he paces the floor of the florist shop run by his neighbor and employer Mrs. Mulroney, a fiery Catholic Irishwoman with a fondness for a nip of whisky and telling it like it is!
It was just before one o’clock the next afternoon and I was standing a few feet back from the window of Mrs. Mulroney’s Little Flower Shop watching the traffic outside, waiting for Calvin Croft’s limo to arrive. I was dressed in my best trousers, shirt and shoes, with Mr. Banks’ dinner jacket sitting perfectly on my frame. I had to admit, I looked rather dashing. Even I didn’t think I’d scrub up this well.Mrs. Mulroney was arranging flowers on the counter, snipping off leaves and plucking off any imperfect petals. “Heaven forbid you give yourself any sort of pat on the back, Matthew. But is it really so wrong to think that someone might actually like you?”“How can he like me? He doesn’t even know me.”“Maybe he wants to get to know you. And maybe you might enjoy getting to know him.”“Mrs. Mulroney, we’re perfect strangers.”“Everyone’s a perfect stranger when they first meet. Which is why they decide to have lunch together. Or have a drink together. Or just take a stroll in the park together. It’s what people do. They make the effort to get to know each other. They share stories. They discover common interests. And then they fall in love.”“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Nobody said anything about falling in love. All we’re doing is eating a meal… at the same table… in the same place.”“All you’re doing is putting up your defenses, Matthew Darcy. Just relax. Have a good time. Take things as they come.” Mrs. Mulroney plucked a red rose from a bunch sitting in a bucket, then walked over to me and tucked the flower into the buttonhole of my jacket. “All I’m saying is, perhaps it’s time to let Jesus take the wheel.”“Oh no, really? You had to bring Jesus into this?”“Why not?”“Because now if Cal wants to make a move on me and casually slide his arm around me, all I’ll be able to think about is Jesus behind the wheel, waving at me, giving me a friendly flash with his headlights. And what if Cal wants to go a little further? What if he wants to kiss me? Boom, there’s Jesus, giving me a little wink. Then what if Cal wants to undress me? What happens if he finally wants to have his way with me? There’s Jesus standing over the bed, no doubt giving a little helpful advice. ‘Lift your butt higher, Matthew.’ ‘Make it sound like you’re enjoying things, Matthew.’ ‘Are you gonna make him do all the work, Matthew?’”“Jesus doesn’t have to be in the bedroom to see what you get up to. He’s everywhere, my dear boy.”“Again, not helping.”“How do you know Mr. Bazillions is even gay?”“I asked God,” I replied. “He just nodded and said, ‘Yep. Sometimes I like to make a really hot one gayer than cotton candy, just to remind straight women what they’re missing out on.’ He can be a cruel God sometimes.”“Sweet Jesus live at the Comedy Store. There you go again, mocking the Lord.”Thankfully a limousine pulled up out the front of the flower shop at that moment, sparing me another clip behind the ear.“Holy shit, it’s him!” I said a little too excitedly.Mrs. Mulroney quickly brushed my dinner jacket down one last time and straightened my collar.“Whatever happens, just be yourself,” she said, imparting her best advice so far.“Thanks,” I smiled warmly.“But not too yourself.”“What do you mean?”“Well don’t tell him about the time you accidentally broke the handle off the toilet and locked yourself in your own bathroom overnight. That’s a little embarrassing.”“Duly noted.”“And you probably shouldn’t mention that time when you were pet-sitting for Tilly and sat on her hamster and killed it. He might call the ASPCA.”“Good point.”“And if you think that incident with the Coke bottle might make for an unforgettably hilarious anecdote… it won’t. Twelve hours in the emergency ward is no laughing matter. Think of the poor nurses next time. Scarred for life, they are. They’ll never touch a fizzy pop again without thinking of your hairy little arse.”“Thanks for reminding me.”And with that I raced out the door before Mrs. Mulroney could dredge up any more cringe-worthy capers from my past.The driver of the limo—whom I was relieved to note was notJesus at the wheel—was already opening the back-passenger door of the vehicle.A second later, Calvin Croft emerged, looking suaver than ever in a suit and matching cashmere scarf.He smiled when he saw me, and despite my nerves I did an admirable job of smiling back.“You look very handsome in a jacket,” he said casually.“So do you. Not that I’ve ever seen you in anything buta jacket.” Suddenly I thought that sounded weird, as though I desperately wanted to see him naked. Which I kinda did, but he didn’t need to know that. In a panic, I managed to completely overcompensate. “Not that I’m asking you to take your jacket off. In fact, you can keep it on for as long as possible. Or not. I mean, if you wanted to take it off I’d be more than happy with that too. Well, not more than happy. Just normally happy. Like a normal person. Everything about me is… normal. Very, very… normal.”All I could think to myself at that moment was—Ah, so that’s what a babbling village idiot sounds like.Cal simply said, “Perhaps we should just get in the car?”“Good idea.”“After you.”I had never been inside a limousine before. It was bigger than my bedroom, low and squeaky with leather, with nightclub lighting and tinted windows. I wasn’t sure whether to feel like a high-powered politician, a Hollywood star or a very well-paid prostitute. I felt like all three rolled into one when Cal popped the cork on a bottle of champagne and poured us each a glass.“Cheers,” he said, handing me my glass and clinking it with his own. “This is to show my eternal appreciation for what you did yesterday.”“Thanks, but like I said, I don’t feel particularly deserving of anything. Let alone the bike. And the champagne. And the limo ride.”“Is it too much? The limo, I mean. I hate the disco lights. I feel like I’m on stage with the Village People.”His comment made me grin. “Singing what, exactly? YMCAor Macho Man?”He laughed. “To be honest, I’m more of a Can’t Stop the Music kinda guy. Nobody can take the spark from love…”“…Or make the rain fall up,” I added.We clinked our glasses together again.In that moment I thought to myself, maybe Mrs. Mulroney was right. Maybe I’d enjoy getting to know Calvin Croft after all.
That was so fun.  If you’d like to 1-click The Billionaire’s Boyfriend just click HERE

Geoffrey Knight is the author of more than 25 gay fiction novels, novellas and short stories, ranging in genre from gay adventure, gay romance, gay suspense and gay comedies. He is the recipient of two Rainbow Awards including Best Mystery Winner and Best Overall Gay Fiction Runner-up. His work has been featured in several anthologies including Best Gay Erotica 2013, and he appeared as Guest of Honor at the inaugural Rainbow Con in Florida, 2014. Geoffrey has worked in advertising, politics and journalism, but nothing is as fun as telling stories. He lives with his partner, two dogs and two cats in a rambling old house in North Queensland, Australia, where the paint is fraying and life is good.

You can check out Geoffrey’s Amazon page HERE to see a list of his books.  If you would like to follow Geoffrey on Facebook you can do so HERE.
A big Thank You to Geoffrey for stopping by today.   It was a pleasure having you with us and we look forward to your next release. 
A big Thank You to Geoffrey for stopping by today.   It was a pleasure having you with us and we look forward to your next release.    Enter HERE for the giveaway.

Guest Spot: Luna David

Today we welcome the amazingly talented author of the Custos Securities Series, Luna David. Her 3rdbook in the Custos Series, Saving Sebastian, was released on July 6th.  We are so happy to have her here with us today.    There will be some excerpts, teasers and an interview. 
So sit back, relax and enjoy the show.

First up is a funny excerpt from Saving Sebastian!


He continued to give the kittens attention but kept his eyes on Sebastian. “You wearing a plug, boy?”
The blush pushed even more of his buttons and he smiled as his boy nodded and said, “Yes, Sir.”
Gideon, still squatting with the kittens, rested his elbows on his knees as he gazed up at his boy, grinning. “You look good enough to eat.”
Sebastian’s blush deepened and he turned his face away, avoiding eye contact. Gideon watched as an emotional wall came up, insulating his sub from any unwanted compliments he didn’t believe were genuine. He’d have to work on that.
“Speaking of eating. Have you had dinner?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Come on into the kitchen, I’m gonna grab a beer and you can look through what I’ve got to see if you want anything.”
Sebastian followed him quietly and when Gideon pulled a beer from his fridge, he left it open for Sebastian to look through. He saw a spark of interest and then a sideways glance at Gideon before he shrugged and said, “I’ll just take water.”
“Nope.”That brought Sebastian’s focus directly on him. His eyebrows reaching toward his hairline. “Pardon?”
Gideon grinned at his boy’s proper response and used the neck of his beer bottle to point at the fridge. “You saw something that interested you in there. Go ahead.”
A blush crept up the boy’s neck to his cheeks and Gideon smiled wider, wondering what on earth could garner that much embarrassment from his refrigerator. He frowned when Sebastian insisted that water was what he wanted. That wouldn’t do at all.
Setting his beer down he lifted Sebastian up and sat him on the countertop, and watched as the boy wiggled to get his plug-ladened ass comfortable. He smiled and wedged himself between the boy’s legs. Watching his eyes dilate when he wrapped both of his legs around his waist like he’d done the night before sent a little thrill through Gideon.  He loved how Sebastian responded to him.
He leaned in and trailed soft kisses up Sebastian’s neck, smiling when he felt his whole body shiver. Kissing his way to his ear he whispered, “What’s got you blushing in my fridge? Hmm?”
Before Sebastian could respond Gideon kissed his lips and pulled back. “We’re not gonna move from this spot until you tell me. I’m a very patient man, Sebastian.”
Sebastian huffed, blushing again. “You’ll laugh.”
Gideon laughed. Guilty as charged. And reveled in the fact that Sebastian felt comfortable enough to shove him away playfully.
“See? I told you, you’d laugh!”
“You haven’t even told me what you want yet!”
“Well, I’m not gonna tell you now!”
Gideon snuck back in between the boy’s legs and tested a theory from a response he’d gotten the night before, digging his thumb lightly into Sebastian’s ribs. When the boy squeaked, and tried to shove him away again, he dug his fingers into Sebastian’s other side until he was squirming and trying desperately to get away from those tickling digits.
“CHOCOLATE MILK!”
Gideon stopped his torture in complete surprise. A laugh escaping before he could stop it. “What?”
Sebastian’s mouth dropped open at his audacity. “See?! You laughed!”
Gideon gripped the edge of the counter, leaning into Sebastian, the top of his head resting on Sebastian’s shoulder, hiding his face as he kept laughing. “I’m not! Really. I’m not.”
Sebastian gasped and tried to shove him away. “You so are!”
He shook his head and cleared his throat, finding himself completely surprised, pleasantly so, that he was having so much fun. When was the last time he’d had fun like that? His expression serious, he gazed into Sebastian’s eyes, his own twinkling with mirth. “I’m not. I promise. This is serious. Chocolate milk is serious business. Hang on.”
He went about getting out a long ice cream spoon and the largest glass he could find. He filled it with milk and got the chocolate syrup out of the door of his fridge and proceeded to brandish it high above the milk glass, squeezing a ridiculous amount of chocolate into the glass with a flourish.
Setting the syrup down, he held up the spoon to be examined by Sebastian, who was now crossing his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed, doing his level best not to laugh. When he nodded, Gideon proceeded to take said spoon and stir in the chocolate, the milk changing color gradually until it was as dark as he could probably get it.
When Sebastian moved to pick it up, Gideon held up his finger and turned to a drawer. Back a second later, he was brandishing a plastic, bright blue, loopy straw with a penis as the tip and Sebastian lost the fight and finally let loose his laughter. When Gideon handed him the huge glass of chocolate milk he took it with greedy hands and started drinking from the penis with outrageously exaggerated enjoyment, making Gideon laugh again.
When he finally stopped drinking, the glass was half empty and Sebastian smacked his lips. “Ahh! Sooo good! Thank you, Sir.”
Completely charmed, and thoroughly enjoying himself, Gideon replied, “You’re welcome. I’ll keep it stocked for you.”
Sebastian tried his best to look stern. “See that you do.”
They grinned at each other a few more seconds and Gideon remembered the box of pastries his brother had given him earlier. He snagged them from the counter and opened them, watching as Sebastian’s eyes widened comically and he reached in the box, but then yanked his hand back out, looking up at Gideon. “May I, Sir?”
He smiled gently and nodded, loving hearing Sebastian call him Sir. “Please. That’s why I opened the box. Braden made them.”
They snacked on the sugary confections quietly for several minutes and Sebastian took another long drink from his glass and then looked at him seriously. “Um, Sir?”
Gideon smirked. “Yeah?”
Sebastian looked down at his drink and then back up again, grinning. “Don’t think I’m gonna let it slide that you have an electric blue, loopy penis straw in your kitchen.”
Gideon threw his head back and laughed. “Well, see. . . There was this party. . .”
“Uh huh, sure. I’ve heard it all before!”
“You’ve heard a story about an electric blue, loopy penis straw party favor before?”
“Who hasn’t?”
“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say, probably most people.”


How adorable was that? Next, the lovely Luna sat down and answered some questions.  Take a look…
Did you always know that you wanted to write books? If so, what age?
No. Haha. It’s kind of weird. I always had stories in my head. From the time I was very little I can remember spinning tales in my mind but I’ve also always been a private person, and didn’t tell people and therefore I thought everyone else also had stories in their head, and I never ever even thought to write them down. It wasn’t until college when I met a friend that loved romance novels as much as I did and we’d tell each other when we read one that we loved, etc.
One time I was reading a book and I said something like, “I’m reading so-and-so’s new book, don’t read it, you and I could do a better job than this.” And that got us to talking and then talking some more and well, we decided to collaborate before we even knew that was a thing people did. And well before self-pubbing was made fairly easy. We came up with an outline and started to write. That book never got finished. I think we got as far as chapter 10 of 20 and then life got in the way. Each of us got married, had kids, yadda yadda yadda. But she’s still one of my closest friends and when I started to read M/M something clicked with me. She hasn’t and probably never will read M/M except for when she beta reads my books, but when I told her I was excited and had the idea for a story that was M/M she encouraged me.
So I started the Custos Securities Series and she was basically my alpha reader for that book, following it from the beginning and helping along the way as I basically sent her excerpts the whole damned time, feeling completely insecure about it. She has a college degree in literature/creative writing and well, I don’t. So, she knew what she was doing and I was just tossing words on a page that popped in my head when my characters spoke to me. She helped polish that book and my others since. I didn’t even know what a beta reader was at the time, and she was my alpha reader.

MCM Guest Spotlight: Alex West

Welcome Back to Man Crush Monday!   Today we have the amazing Alex West.  His debut novel, Anything But Real, released on June 20thand we’re so excited to have him with us today.   Alex was kind enough to answer a few questions so take a look at the interview.  We also have some yumminess about his book and don’t forget to enter the giveaway at the bottom!


Thank you for hanging out with us today.  Tell us a little bit about yourself and what you're currently working on?
Hi! And thanks for having me. I love this! My name is Alex West and I live in Michigan where I read and write and read and write all day long. I just released Anything But Real, my debut adult novel, and am currently working on a Top Secret Project I’m super excited about. TSP should be out in August or September.

Where did you get your inspiration for Anything But Real?
So many places! I’ve always been a fan of those really corny Hallmark movies. You know, the ones where two characters meet, fall in love, and get married all in about an hour? I can’t get enough of them! I wanted to write a story that put a smile on your smile. That was all happy. So, I wanted to tell a really sweet story about two guys that fall in love again. And, mainly, I wanted to tell a story where being gay wasn’t The Story or The Problem. Those stories are great and needed, but I wanted to write a story where being gay was just a fact of life, it was no big deal. Falling in love is the hard part.
       

Do you plot out your stories or do you let your stories come about themselves?
Both! I usually write a minor outline - I’ll write a little bit of each chapter and then focus on the end chapter so I know where I’m going. And I let the rest just happen.


Do you have any rituals you follow when writing?  Certain songs you listen to or do you need complete silence?
I love watching movies while I write. There’s something about the noise that really helps me. Gilmore Girls is especially good.

       
If you were not a writer, what would your dream job be today?
I think I would try my hand at being a literary agent. They have an amazing duty and I would be honored to be part of that.

What drew you to writing?
Books, I think. Dreaming. I think A LOT. All the time. I can’t turn it off and I love that. I write because I have a lot of things to say. I’ve always been a reader. And, I suppose, I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I love the way words come together. I actually didn’t know I COULD become a writer until I read a book by Maggie Stiefvater (a Young Adult author) and found that her writing style was very similar to what I wanted mine to be. Before that, I didn’t know that stories could be poetic and artsy and unique, and that words could matter just as much as characters. After that, I never looked back.

If you had one piece of advice for an aspiring author, what would it be?
Don’t give a shit about what anyone else says. LOL! I mean that in terms of advice. Listen to everything, hear everyone when they tell you advice about being an author and about writing, but only listen to yourself. Every writer is different. Every book is different. Every reader is different. Only you can know what will work for you, and usually that happens through trial and error. Don’t be afraid to make mistakes. The best authors create their own paths.


What is the hardest part about writing for you?
Aside from actually finishing a book (I’m a slow writer), it’s realizing not every book is perfect for every reader. As a reader, I get that. I understand that I don’t like ALL books. And I’m not meant to. As readers, we all have tastes and passions. But as an author, for me, it’s hard to realize my book isn’t going to please everyone.

If you could live in a book, which would you choose?
Harry Potter! I mean, yes. I want to be a wizard!

In Anything But Real What chapter was the toughest to write?  Is there a favorite scene or quote you love?
I would say the hardest chapter to get right was the epilogue scene (spoiler alert!) where we see Ben and Reid years later. In that little chapter, everything ties together and I actually pull words and lines from beginning chapters to bring everything full circle. I do that a lot. Everything has a purpose, a meaning. So, to get this chapter right I had to make sure the rest of the book was right and every piece was exactly where it had to be. Like a puzzle.

If you could get one thing from a sex toy store without question, what would it be? One of those dildos that vibrate throughout the entire shaft. I mean, c’mon. Most of those vibrators do not have high enough vibration speeds.

If you could have a superpower, what would it be and why?
I would love to fly. Imagine what you would see.

Would you consider writing a menage story or a paranormal story?
I don’t think I could write a menage story, but I’m always open to ideas. I would love to write a paranormal story! I have a few ideas in my mind about this and one day I’ll write them all down!


If you were stuck on a stranded island with 3 of your favorite book boyfriends who would you pick, which book are they from and why?
I’m going to pick Reid from Anything But Real because he’s mine and I love him and I think he would take care of me with his whole heart. He’s also incredibly in bed, so. I would also pick Rhysand from A Court of Thorns and Roses because he’s dreamy. And then I think I would maybe pick Rafe from Openly Straight, which is a YA book but Rafe is one of my favorite characters ever.

Is there anyone you would like to say a special thanks to?
Thanks to Aimee Nicole Walker for hosting me and Michelle Slagan for being such an amazing PA! I want to give a quick shout out to Christina Lee who provided a blurb for Anything But Real and who loved it from the beginning. I’m lucky to call her a friend. And thank you to the West Warriors and every single one of my readers. I’m so incredibly thankful for you and the kind words you share with me.


FAST FIRE QUESTIONS
Ironman or Wolverine? Ironman! Storm or Wonder Woman? Wonder Woman! Musicals or Comedies? Comedies! Rainy day or Hot Humid Day? Rainy! Boxers or Briefs? Nude? Lace or Silk? Silk! Writing or Reading? Reading! Flogger or Bull Whip? OMG whip! Alpha or Omega? Alpha! Vanilla or Kink? Vanilla! Smooth or Hairy? Hairy! Length or Girth? Length! Cats or Dogs? Dogs! Cheeseburger or Pizza? Pizza! Coffee or Tea? Coffee! Football or Baseball? Baseball! Shifters or Vampires? Vampires! Favorite beverage? Coffee! Sour or Sweet? Sweet! Cake or Pie? Cake! Big Spoon or Little Spoon? Little!Cuddles or Space? Cuddles! Italy or Spain? Italy! Favorite Color? Blue! Auto-buy Author? Riley Hart! Book have you re-read the most? Harry Potter!



Thank you Alex for answering our questions!  That was a blast. Next up we have an excerpt and some teasers from Anything But Real!!!

EXCERPT
"Shit." I close my eyes.
That did not happen.
It didn't.
It did not happen.
I look down.
It did.
It fucking did.
"Fuck! Fucking fuck." Hot, dark coffee stains the front of my shirt. What once was sharp white is now a muddy brown. Ruined. "Fucker fuck to the fucking fuck!"
I toss my empty coffee cup in a nearby trash can and make my way back to my car. I'll have to settle for wearing my gym shirt, an old, black v-neck tee that usually smells like sweat and anger. Good thing I washed it last night.
I sigh as I begin to unbutton my shirt. It's been only three days since I first saw Reid at the gym and already it feels like too much and not enough. Like I'm walking too quickly and too slowly at the same time, always fearful of a misstep. I spent hours this morning trying to figure out what to wear on my date with Reid. I'm used to working on Saturday mornings, sitting quietly at my computer with a hot cup of coffee. Writing, reading, researching. Figuring out what the newest story should be. But not today. Today began with a smile, and then quickly spiraled into an oh fuck look I can't seem to get off my face.
Reid. My heart flutters.
I'm so excited to see him it doesn't even occur to me to text him that I'm running late so I can go home and change shirts. I don't have that option. I'm too excited. So I toss my stained shirt in the trunk of my car, open my gym bag, and grab the one shirt I never, ever thought I'd wear on a date.
"Is this our thing now?" a familiar voice says behind me. A warm hand touches my shoulder, grips gently once, twice. "Me finding you pretty much naked in random places? Should I bend over so our butts can touch again, or is it too soon?"
I turn, smiling. "Shut up, Reid. You're lucky I have pants on this time."
He shrugs, grins. "Or unlucky. But I guess I'm glad you don't go more than shirtless in the park. I'd get too jealous of all the other people looking at your ass. Hell, I'm already jealous." He smiles and my heart sores. I know I saw him yesterday, but I forgot how much I missed him. It's as though the clouds have lifted from our first date; I can see him more clearly now. I still have questions, but I just want to enjoy today. Enjoy our time together.
Reid leans forward and kisses my cheek. He moans quietly against my neck. "You smell like coffee. Vanilla."
"Stop," I say after a second. I have to push the word out. His voice is so incredibly sexy. Deep and dark and happy. "You're going to make me jump you right here in the park."
"Would that be so bad?" He breathes a slow, warm burst of air against my neck. "With everyone watching."
"Are you into that?"
"I'm not not into it."
I grin. "Noted."
"Come on," Reid tells me. "I have a surprise for you."
"Am I allowed to finish putting my shirt on or should I just leave it off for now?" I joke. Well, I kind of joke. Half joke.
Reid grins, the right side of his lips pulling up slightly higher than the left in a sly way. "Put your damn shirt on so I can take it off later, Ben."
Now that I do not question.




If you aren't convinced to try this yet - check out these teasers!!




*****fans self****




Alex West first fell in love with a boy in the sixth grade, one who was reading a book instead of playing tag. The romance lasted a deep and meaningful three hours before said boy refused to lend his book away. Since, there have been several boys, some even lasting more than a few hours, and lots of books to fill the spaces between those frenzied love stories. Many years later, Alex is happily living with a very kind man in a cozy house filled with too many books to count and endless stories to tell. Alex West is the author of the standalone gay romantic comedy, ANYTHING BUT REAL.


Alex has a reader group if you would like to join the West Warriors .
You can stalk Alex at the following links
Goodreads - Facebook - Twitter - Blog

You can grab Anything But Real HERE - AMAZON US & HERE - AMAZON UK

Thank you so much Alex for stopping by today and sharing you debut novel with us.   If you would like a chance to win an ecopy of Anything But Real you can enter the giveaway HERE.

Final Unscripted Love Teaser!

There are just two more days until you get to experience the fireworks!





XOXO

Aimee

Unscripted Love Teasers 4 & 5 Plus Preorder Links!

Hello, everyone. Here are teasers 4 and 5. Also, the preorder links are available on all sites. I'll link them down below!




US: https://www.amazon.com/Unscripted-Love-Road-Blissville-1-ebook/dp/B073PNC61Y

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Unscripted-Love-Road-Blissville-1-ebook/dp/B073PNC61Y

AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/Unscripted-Love-Road-Blissville-1-ebook/dp/B073PNC61Y

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/Unscripted-Love-Road-Blissville-1-ebook/dp/B073PNC61Y

DE: https://www.amazon.de/dp/B073PNC61Y

FR: https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B073PNC61Y

ES: https://www.amazon.es/dp/B073PNC61Y

IT: https://www.amazon.it/dp/B073PNC61Y

NL: https://www.amazon.nl/Unscripted-Love-Road-Blissville-English-ebook/dp/B073PNC61Y

IN: https://www.amazon.in/dp/B073PNC61Y

BR: https://www.amazon.com.br/Unscripted-Love-Road-Blissville-English-ebook/dp/B073PNC61Y

JP: https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B073PNC61Y

MX: https://www.amazon.com.mx/Unscripted-Love-Road-Blissville-English-ebook/dp/B073PNC61Y

I'll be back with the final teaser soon!

XOXO

Aimee

MCM Guest Spotlight - Casper Graham

Welcome to Man Crush Monday!   Every Monday we will be spotlighting a different male M/M author.   I hope you will join each Monday to see who will be next in the hot seat. Today we have the amazing Casper Graham.  He stopped by to answer a few questions and to give you a look at his new release scheduled for July 5th

Let’s get this shindig started with Casper answering some questions!  Stick around to get a sneak peek at his new release coming soon. 


What do you want to tell those who may be new to your books?  Any specific book you would suggest to get them interested in your work?
Readers who are new to my books need to know that my books are generally fluffy with a touch of light angst here and there. I think it all stems from my painful past. I feel like my life is miserable enough. If I write something just as bitter, I won’t have a make-believe world to escape into from my day-to-day life.I don’t know if I can point out one specific book to a reader. I’ve written about a few things now that I have 15 e-Books out there. I have a Christmas story, a Valentine’s Day story, alpha-omega/mpreg, dating show story, marriage of convenience, vampire, witch, necromancer, billionaire, werewolves, nephilim, incubus, elemental, mafia boss, among others. I have a 16th book coming out soon and it will be friends-to-lovers trope with a touch of homophobia and mentions of infidelity. I really can’t narrow it down. There’s a little bit of everything for everyone.


What is the nicest thing a reader has said to you in a review, email, in person, or on social media? There are plenty of negative reviews online about my books, but there are even more nice things being said about them to me personally. I tend to be goofy and giggly online and in real life. When I laugh, my pitch is so high that I’m sometimes afraid that people will think that I’m insane, which I probably am. LOL!Some readers have told me that they love my books and they will always buy them as long as I continue to write them. That’s an awesome compliment and I’m grateful. Very grateful.

What part of a new story comes to you first? Characters? Plot? A scene? A theme? Or does it vary from book to book?
Before writing the story, I always have the plot in mind.
HOWEVER, and this may seem crazy to some other authors, there have been occasions when I actually wrote the ending first before typing out the first chapter.

Which of your books makes you the proudest?
I’m proud of all of them, but I think I’ll just talk about the two books that surprise me most. His Reality, the alpha-omega/mpreg one, is something that I’ve never expected to sell the way it does. It was released for pre-order at the end of December 2016. Before that book, I only have one other book, which is released on December 17, 2016. It sold so fast and so many copies that I was like, “Damn! I only wrote the alpha-omega thingy for fun and giggles. I didn’t expect it to sell that many copies.” LOL!Then, “An Unconventional Relationship” came out on January 28, 2017. Again, I thought, “Let me write about a single dad, billionaire, falling for an established couple who has twins.” That also jumped up the charts really fast when it was released.The reason for my surprise is because I don’t write for a living. I still have a day job. Writing is therapeutic for me. At the same time, I just want to read a story that I can’t seem to find elsewhere. Or at least, not as commonly written. The fact that my books manage to sell AT ALL is shocking. LOL!

What part of writing a book comes the hardest for you?
Some readers may find this hard to believe considering how perverted my mind and words can be, but I find sex scenes to be the hardest to write, no pun intended. LOL! Romantic scenes can be tough, as well.

What's the most difficult thing about writing a good short story?
Trying to be concise without leaving plot holes left and right. I prefer not to be wordy when writing my stories. My 16thbook, Moving On, is the wordiest book from me and it’s only 47,000-ish words. It will be released on August 14, 2017. Maybe someday I’ll write a book much longer than that. Maybe! =)

How do you choose names? If you decide to change a name, do you feel that it alters your perception of the character?
The names depend on what I’m writing about and the characters that I have in mind. So far, I’d only changed the name of one character, but that was only after my editor pointed out that the original name was similar to the name of an actor. LOL!

How important are secondary characters to your story telling?
I add secondary characters when they’re essential to the development of the story. I really don’t like adding secondary characters just to increase the word count.

If the world were going to end tomorrow, how would you spend your last night on earth?
I want to spend it with my dad, my stepmom, my siblings, and my boyfriend - we’ve been together more than four years now and he’s the sweetest, most loving man ever. I love him.

If you could be any Disney character who would you be, and why?
There’s no particular Disney character that I want to be because I love being who I am. However, I really want to magically appear in all Disney movies and experience what “lives” are like in those movies.

Four M/M authors are trapped in an elevator. You’re allowed to give them one item.  Who are the authors, what is the item, and what do they do with it?
LOL! There are so many M/M authors that I want to be trapped in an elevator with. Let’s see…Amanda Marie can have a leather whip like catwoman. Imagine how bad ass that will be! Zolie Heller can have a banana. Whatever she does with it will be downright pornographic and hilarious. I’ll give Devon McCormack a gallon of lube. I don’t know what he will do with it, but I’m sure he will surprise me. Johnny Williams has posted so many funny things on his FB timeline that I definitely want to be trapped in an elevator with him. I’m sure that even if I give him something common like a plastic bag, he will come up with something hilarious and turn it into a joke. LOL!

What are you reading right now and what is next on your to-be-read list?
I’m currently reading a local book about politics. It’s a critical moment in my home country, especially with the 2019 presidential election coming up. The next book is still something political, as well. I’m not an expert on politics, but I like reading about it.

Now for Rapid Fire Questions
Batman or Superman? SupermanBoxers or Briefs? BriefsLong or Short? LONG! LOL!Cut or uncut? UNCUT! SO HOT!Paddle or flogger? Neither, but if I have to choose, paddle.Snickers or Skittles? SkittlesFavorite Color? White. Pure and holy like me. LOL!Favorite meal? I’ll eat anything really, but I love eggs the most.Winter or Summer Olympics?WinterSpring or Fall? FallFacebook or Twitter? FacebookRock or Country? CountryPastel or neon? PastelMusic or TV/Movies? MusicCall or text? TextHandcuffs or Rope? HandcuffsJock or Thong? JockHarry Potter or Lord of The Rings?Harry PotterWaxed or Furry? Furry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Shifters or Vampires? ShiftersFavorite beverage? Iced honey water with chia seedsFavorite Sport? Does swimming/ice skating count? LOL!Twinks or bears? Bears Hugs or Kisses? HugsSweet or Sour? Sweet Tattoos or piercings? TattoosFavorite Book? Harry Potter seriesFavorite Author? J.K. Rowling

That was so much fun!   A big thank you to Casper for answering our questions.  Here’s a little excerpt from his upcoming book Unlikely Beginning.


BLURB
Elemental Alvin Zhu and mafia boss Zachariah Wong try to save Lily, Zachariah’s daughter, from dying. Unlike Zachariah, Lily can’t shield herself from being possessed by spirits of the dead, who feast on her life energy. Alvin uses his elemental power to remove the spirits and defend Lily from them, but it seems futile. The number of spirits increases in spite of his protective shield around their residence. The condition also worsens after Linda, Lily’s mother, visits the house.Meanwhile, as time passes by, the two men’s feelings for each other grow stronger while Lily grows weaker. Alvin asks Camden, an incubus and an old friend, for advice and a permanent solution to Lily’s problem, but the incubus’s cryptic message is driving him crazy. Then, Lily disappears from the house.Can he and Zachariah find her in the nick of time? Can they solve Camden’s riddle and resolve Lily’s problem once and for all?
http://www.bookstrand.com/book/an-unlikely-beginning

EXCERPT
He had heard about dragons from Camden. They were immortals, and they could not be killed. To make things worse, they were totally impervious to magic. He was undecided if it was their good fortune or otherwise that there was only one dragon so far. The others might still be underneath the lake for all that he knew. He didn’t intend to find out, though. They could only run as fast as they could to avoid being eaten or burnt alive. After all, dragons were fire creatures and their fire magic was equally powerful as his elemental fire.The ferocious creature, which was floating in the air, abruptly reared its head back and spewed a gigantic stream of fire toward Alvin. His eyes shone blue and he hurriedly retaliated with an impressive burst of water. The two of them were deadlocked in a battle of fire against water, but he knew that he would not be able to keep it up indefinitely. He did a little somersault backward and watched as the fire hit the icy path he had created earlier, melting it into its previously liquid state. He took the split second opportunity to release a more powerful blast of elemental power that he could muster at that moment, trapping the dragon within a massive bubble of water and freezing it immediately after.
The enormous block of ice dropped from the sky and sank into the lake, causing a substantial wave of lake water to gush toward him. He instantly cocooned himself within a ball of fire and skidded along the icy path or whatever remained of it. By that point in time, he was the only one left on it, so he did not have to worry about Zack for the time being. He panted harshly when he eventually reached the other side of the lake. The adrenaline rush from the battle was overwhelming him, though. He lay down on the ground and guffawed aloud. He was probably getting hysterical, but he did not care at all. He had never battled anything as magical as a dragon. His most powerful foes had been vampires, werewolves, witches, and warlocks, so the dragon was something fresh and exhilarating, indeed. A part of him couldn’t believe that he managed to survive a battle with such a magnificent creature. He might be one of the most powerful supernatural beings, but a dragon’s might was legendary.
“Are you okay, Alvin?”
“Ye…yeah,” he gasped out amidst his uncontrollable laughter. “Just…just give me a minute.”
Zack only nodded wordlessly at him, probably wondering if he had gone insane. He frankly could not be certain if his mind was still sound at the moment, but he certainly enjoyed the battle. As short and crazy as it might have been, it was incredible. He calmed down after a few minutes and gestured at Zack to continue walking. They had a journey to complete, after all, and time was being wasted.
“That’s so awesome. I have never seen a real dragon in my entire life,” Zack said.
“Neither have I.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Why did you sound so surprised?”
“I thought all of you supernatural beings knew of one another.”
He rolled his eyes at the mafia boss and shook his head. “Do all the mafia clans know of one another? Besides, you’re a psychic yourself.”
Zack was stunned into silence for a few seconds before laughing out loud. “Touché. So, what’s next?”
“I have no idea at all. We’ll deal with it when we get to it. I’m just glad that there is only one dragon to deal with.”
“That’s true. If there were two or three earlier, I think we would have been barbecued all nice and crispy.”
He nodded in agreement and they trekked on quietly for the next few moments. Several minutes later, they came to another forest.
“Purple Bamboo forest,” he remarked casually, noting the color of the bamboo shoots all over.
“Another forest?”
“If my guess turns out to be accurate, the Purple Bamboo forest is the mythical forest belonging to the goddess of compassion. She was one of the—”
“—most revered heavenly beings in Buddhism. I know that. Any idea what’s in the forest, though?”
“Nope.”
Zack heaved out a tired sigh. “Great.”

Author BioCasper writes because it’s a passion. He writes because he has stories to share with the world. He writes because he needs a creative outlet.Sometimes, his head is filled with so many competing ideas/thoughts all at once that he simply has to put them all into words. He always has his smartphone with him, including shower time, because the muse hits him at unexpected moments and he doesn’t want to lose the ideas later.He has been dating a wonderfully supportive and loving man since January 2013—someone who is willing to accept his shortcomings, someone who is willing to tolerate his idiosyncrasies. The journey has been long and difficult, but they have their good moments. Casper’s lover has a love/hate relationship with the fact that he sometimes includes a part of their stories, but he enjoys writing "them" into the stories anyway.He hopes readers will all join him in his writing journey and get a glimpse into his life through his stories.
If you would like to stalk Casper – here are is links below!   He loves stalkers – The more the merrierWebsiteGoodreadsTwitterInstagramFB ProfileFB AuthorTumble & Pinterest: “ALCASGRAHAM”


Since we are all lover of books, listed below is where you can 
find Casper's books.   

JMS BOOKS LLCSiren BookstrandEvernight PublishingAmazoniTunesBarnes & NobleSmashwords - JMS Books LLCSmashwords - Evernight Publishing

Thank you so much Casper for stopping by with us today!   It was a pleasure to have you and I look forward to your newest release.   Smooches   

Make sure you enter the giveaway HERE for a chance to win Casper’s new release Unlikely Beginning and a backlist ebook.