Across the Beer Bar with Havan Fellows

Welcome to my beer bar Havan. What can I pour for you to start?Thank you for having me, Liz. *looks around and moves chair a tad closer to my beautiful host* Wow...this is nice...*wiggles on chair* very comfy. Oh, drinks, yes we need beverages don't we? Hmmm…maybe we should start with the first microbrew I ever tried? Ybor Gold was my first microbrew oh so many years ago...*chuckles*
All right then...here, start with Premium Lager, it's my "gateway" beer..

Tell us about your shiny new release.My new release is Emery's Ritches—just released this past Friday! Yay! *giggles* It is technically my first solo release...but is the second story in the Synchronous Seductions series I'm writing. The first one was released in the Story Orgy anthology Word Play. Ritchie won't admit that he's heartbroken. Emery won't accept less than all of Ritchie's affection. Now the trick is: how will meticulous Emery win snarky Ritchie for his own?

And what is this "Story Orgy" business? Ahhh...The Story Orgy. We are a group of six writers that just kinda stumbled together. Every Monday we write an 'episode' on our blog based on a prompt, whether it is a set of words, a quote or even a picture. We've done them all. We do contests that our readers participate in and we have so far three anthologies out, two of which the first ninety days of sales went to charity. We are currently working on our fourth anthology based on Road Trip prompts sent in by our readers, and when this one is published it will also go to charity. *smiles* We started off as strangers, grew into friends and finished as family. We have a Facebook page and a Story Orgy blog that we post all our doings on.

uh oh, empty glass...what can I pour for you next?  I'd like to act all knowledgeable and impress the halibut outta you, but truth is I'm not. So I'll stick with what I know, my nephew is a huge fan of Yuengling Lager, and I know I like the taste of it so let's crack one open. Oh, you were on such a roll too. At least you aren't asking me for rum and cokes and shit like that.  So, for the record THE ONLY BEER I SERVE IS THE BEER MADE HERE. IN THE BUILDING.  That said, let's try one of the seasonal Maibocks, this is called Drag me to Helles (A "Helles" beer is another name for a maibock which is a German spring seasonal).

so now you're loosened up....just what IS your deal with Lee Brazil?
um...*guzzles half the bottle*...well—I met him while I was annoying a copy of friends online and just knew that he was a keeper. He hasn't been able to get rid of me since...lol...But seriously, I wouldn't have had the balls to put my writing out there in public without him. He believes in me and forces me to achieve more. *smiles all goofy like* I got lucky when he called me his muse. I know that.
What are your publishing goals for yourself?  Got any other WIP plans in the hopper?
The third book in my Synchronous Seductions Series, Geoff's Teddy, is set to release in July, that will be the finale of that series. I'm also working on at least a half dozen open WIPs, including my blog story, my Road Trip story with the Story Orgy and a shifter story. Basically I just want to entertain people, if I can do that then I've achieved my dream as a writer. Corny maybe, but I've always been good with that. *lopsided smile*

ok, nightcap time: what's your poison?Well, if this is our last drink together I better make it a good one...since I'm not sure what the good ones are, you pick for us. Remember, the stronger the better—I like when people take control. *winks*
okay.....then, let's break out the bourbon barrel aged Imperial Dark. That'll hit you in the "I like 'em strong" spot.
Emery's Ritches
Blurb: Ritchie Lymings is wallowing in self-pity after seeing the man he loves—his best friend—reunited with his arch enemy. He's drowning his sorrows in coffee and caramel when an irritating stranger barges into his life, determined to make him smile. Even if this interloper is too dense to understand his faux pas, Ritchie figures he may be good for a quickie to get his mind off of his immediate situation. A simple round of love 'em and leave 'em sounds promising.
Emery Hutchins recognizes Ritchie immediately when he stops for his morning coffee and breakfast. His friend Ryder had been telling him stories about "the infuriating twit" for years. Fate and coincidence were two things that normally gave Emery cause for pause, but he couldn't let this opportunity pass him by. Unable to relinquish control to fate though, he immediately devises a plan to make the deliciously snarky Ritchie his own, one hundred percent completely.
But for these two diverse personalities there is one major problem. How can Ritchie's attitude and Emery's meticulousness blend together, or is this an oil and water mess?

You can find Havan Fellows @ Havan's Heavenly Haven blog & Facebook You can find Emery's Ritches @ Breathless Press , Amazon & All Romance ebooks (ARe)

Excerpt: "Oh wow, and here I feared the worst, that you would never break through that dark look and smile. Now that I've seen your smile, I'm pretty sure I never want to see you without it."Snapping out of his daydream, Ritchie turned to the intruding voice and set eyes on the sexiest man he'd seen in a long time. Short golden hair on the sides, longer in front, clear silver-blue eyes, high forehead, and pouty cupid's bow lips. Hot damn, he's a god. After a few tense seconds, Ritchie finally found his voice and attempted to put it to good use. "Can I help you?" Okay, not good use, but use at least."Most definitely, in so many ways too."Ritchie's brows drew together and he couldn't hold back the growl. "Excuse me?"The man smiled, wide and easy. "I wondered if I could share this table with you? This place gets busy in the blink of an eye. Plus I seem to have bought two coffees and two scones so I was thinking we could have breakfast together." And with that, he placed two cups and the single plate with two cinnamon chip scones he had meticulously juggled onto the table. He then proceeded to make himself at home in the chair across from Ritchie.Ritchie glanced around and noted at least three empty tables, and pointedly glared back at his interloper.That easy breezy grin didn't falter and the man didn't miss a beat. "That table wobbles, almost spilled a whole cup of their hazelnut all over me the other morning." He pointed to empty table number one. Then he directed his finger at empty table number two. "Sitting right next to that table you'll find Mrs. Glein. She's a widow and sweet as pie, but keeps insisting I meet with this mysterious grandson of hers named Stevie. Now considering she only has one grandchild, a beautiful woman named Stephanie, I figure she wants to convert me. I would rather skip that conversation this morning." Ritchie glanced over at the old lady. She smiled widely at the stranger and he waved and nodded back in acknowledgment.Then he turned his attention to the third table that now housed two students with their laptops. "And darn if I didn't just miss that table by a millisecond. Good thing I got this seat when I did, huh?"Ritchie took another sip of his coffee, trying to process how to lose this guy. He was obviously ill in some department no matter how hot he might be. Ritchie tilted his cup all the way back, then remembered it was empty. He set the mug back down a little too heavily causing a loud clacking noise that caused many of the patrons to look up with disapproving glares.Then he looked back at his company, who held the extra steaming cup out to him. "Caramel latte, I believe?"Begrudgingly, Ritchie took the cup and sipped some more. Damn near everything could be solved with the blessed combination of coffee and caramel. Staring into those clear silver-blue eyes from across the table, he stressed the damn near part."So, to what do I owe the great honor of your company?"Grinning (of course, Ritchie mentally rolled his eyes) the man said, "You can owe the great honor to the fact that I didn't want to eat breakfast alone. Usually I don't mind, but when I noticed you so melancholy I decided today I minded."Ritchie nodded. "Ah, I get it now. You're one of those do-gooders that just has to stick his nose where it isn't wanted. Come to turn my frown upside down, have you? Thanks, I appreciate the pity, but I'm doing just fine pitying myself. Don't need your help.""But you did need my coffee and you do need to eat something." He placed one of the scones on a napkin in front of Ritchie."What are you, my mother?"He winked at Ritchie. "Not exactly, I don't have the proper equipment for that. Though now I think I should start pitying myself that you didn't notice." And for the first time throughout this whole weird interaction, the stranger's smile turned into an exaggerated version of a pout.Ritchie rolled his eyes for real this time, and against his will, he felt himself smirking in response to that pout."Ah ha!" Not surprisingly the pout disappeared. "I knew I would break down your defenses eventually. So who is he?""Excuse me?" Hadn't he already said that during this conversation?"Who's the guy that's got you all knotted up? Only way for someone to look that downcast is when love's involved. Since you aren't all pissy and mad, well, not any more than what I assume's the norm for you," the man chuckled at his own joke, "I have to deduce that it's unrequited love. The guy obviously doesn't understand what a joyful gem you are. So I repeat, who is he? Shall I hunt him down and explain the error of his ways?" He popped a bit of scone into his mouth and managed to smile through the closed-mouth chewing process."I'm sorry, am I putting off a vibe saying that I'm a people person or something? Because if so, I need to fix my vibe-o-meter. What makes you think it's a guy anyway?"