The Novel Approach is honored to be participating in Eric Arvin and TJ Klune’s Ghoul’s Gym Blog Tour, organized by JP Barnaby, Geoffrey Knight, and Wilde City Press. The novella first appeared in last summer’s anthology Zombie Boyz, and is now being released as a single along with the other two stories, Surviving Sin City by Ethan Stone and Daniel A. Kaine, and Guess Who’s Coming at Dinner by Geoffrey Knight and Ethan Day.
When JP approached the group of us about hosting the tour, she suggested we share a few stories about personal experiences we’ve had with Eric and TJ, so I elected to have some GayRomLit attendees share their love for them. Our special guest Michael Chulsky, Jackie, Lynn, and I all had the honor of spending some time with these two bright and brilliant men in October, and if there’s any one constant in the thread of our experiences, it is the deep and tangible love they share.
Michael: I was lucky enough to have dinner with them at one of the events. They were both so nice and so obviously in love with one another. They’re like the perfect fairy tale and truly reinforce the legitimacy of a happily ever after. And I couldn’t be happier to know such wonderful people.
Jackie: When you put these two men side by side you can just about feel the love they share. There was never a time I saw one without the other. If they weren’t holding hands, then there was another type of physical contact somewhere. A hand on the shoulder, a small kiss or just a secret little smile. In a room full of people, they look at one another like they are the only ones there. This, I believe, is what we all have come to love about these two. There is so much love between them we all just want to bask in it and celebrate it with them. So, that is my memory of meeting TJ Klune and Eric Arvin.
Lynn: I was part of the audience in Atlanta when Tj asked Eric to marry him! There wasn’t a dry eye in the place. I was focused on Eric at this point, watching his face go all shades of red when he realized exactly what was happening. Priceless! I’ve never seen someone smile so brightly. And I’ve never seen two people with so much love for each other. It was truly a cherished moment, one I will never forget. And one I’m sure Eric and Tj will tell and retell for many more happy years together.
I was in a room on October 17, 2013, a room filled with people who all had a common focus. We all witnessed a communion of hearts and souls that day, something so much deeper and more profound than any law could possibly contain or put asunder. In that room, we watched TJ and Eric pledge their love to each other, through nervous tears, through tears of joy, through tears of laughter. It was the witnessing of two lives becoming one, and it was unforgettable.
I have absolute faith that it’s the power and conviction of that love that will see these men through this incredibly difficult time. This is a tenuous week for both Eric and TJ, so, please, please, if you believe in any benevolent higher power or even the power of hope and faith, send your thoughts and prayers to both of these men, who need your strength and courage and conviction now more than ever to lift them up!
We had the pleasure of hosting TJ and Eric on the original blog tour for Zombie Boyz, and premiered the video they made exclusively for TNA, which quickly shot to more than a thousand views in just a matter of hours. If you’d like to watch it again, or for the first time, go ahead and do that now. We’ll wait…
Okay. Great, right? And you can also check out the video they did for Joyfully Jay HERE.
Keep reading, and you’ll not only find the complete list of tour dates but will also discover how to win some great prizes too.
Jake Howell and Uly Hoak have two hard and fast rules in their relationship: never go to bed angry and never, no matter the circumstances, ever part without saying goodbye. Little did either of them know when they said their farewells to each other on one decidedly fateful Saturday morning, it might be the last.
Jake is fighting the Green-Eyed monster, feeling a little less than physically adequate next to his ultra-buff gym bunny, Uly, and it doesn’t help that Uly’s boss at the gym, Stephen Fucking Dorian, can’t resist taking potshots at Jake’s rather unimpressive physique, making Jake feel all the more lacking and all the more jealous of the fact Dorian wants Uly for himself.
Turns out that’s the least of Jake’s problems, however, as strange things are afoot in this once sleepy and pristine little town. Unusual outbreaks of violence quickly reach apocalyptic proportions and pit Jake and Uly in a race against time to find each other before it’s too late.
Could a conspiracy be at the heart of the disaster? If so, the mechanics and manipulators of this plot to rid the world of the compulsively fit had better be prepared. They’re about to get a taste of vengeance.
We are all back in the closet – the utility closet, that is. Yes, sir. We are five slabs of all-American prime beef hiding from the butchers in the dark. I will never eat a hamburger again.
I swear it.
The utility closet is in a hallway on the second level of the fitness center where we keep all the defunct machines that need some work – the treadmills upended so the repairman can get to the undercarriages and fix them, and the cable machines pulled all to hell and as wiry as Medusa. There ain’t no lock on the closet door, so we’re all hoping and praying that zombies don’t know how to turn door knobs. All we can do is hold tight to it. Tobey and Thad have their barbells in hand just in case.
But damn, it’s crowded in here. My closet back home is bigger than this, and I’m no clothes whore. The five of us are packed tight, tit to tit, cock to cock, face to face, covered in Griff and sweat in the dark, while I try to figure out what the hell is going on with the internet on my cell phone. The sheer adrenaline-inducing power of the moment has caused more than one of us to sprout boners, and as pretty as that flesh bouquet is, I keep thinking of Stephen getting his wiener gnawed off, and I want to throw up. I’m also glad I’m not naked like my poor friends here.
Johnny shakes like a tweaked out club kid as Tobey tries to comfort him. I really don’t know what good it’s doing.
Casey sneezes, a chunk of Griff flying off the top of his head and hitting me in the forehead. “It’s too damn crowded in here,” he complains. “Anyone want to be a sacrifice for the greater good?
Johnny? How about you?”
“Hush your fucking face, Casey,” Tobey says. Tobey’s a man of the cloth, but he ain’t wearing any cloth at the moment so I guess he can cuss all he wants.
“Oh, come on,” says Casey. “Everyone here can see the guy’s a freaking redshirt. I don’t want to be around when those zombies get him. Do you, preacher man?”
“Pay no attention to him, Johnny,” Tobey says. “You’re going to make it through this just fine. I’ll see to that. God will see to that.”
“I could use some comforting, Father Tobey,” Casey says, sex ever on his mind.
“Get your finger out of my ass, Casey,” Tobey says.
“Why? It feels even holier than the rest of you.” He snickers. “Get it? Holy.”
“You’re an ass, Casey,” Thad chimes in. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Maybe we should sacrifice you, Superman?” says Casey, his face drawn and serious. “I love a good hero-in-peril story. Besides, your ass is taking up most of the room in here. Why don’t you lay off the squats? Unless you want to do them on my face.”
THIS CONTEST IS NOW CLOSED
12/17 – JP Barnaby
12/18 – Mrs. Condit Reads Books
12/19 – MM Good Book Reviews
12/20 – Kage Alan
12/21 – Joyfully Jay
12/22 – Brandilyn Reviews Books
12/24 – Sid Love
12/25 – The Kimi-Chan Experience
Thanks so much for stopping by to share your love and offer your support to Eric and TJ!