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Character Interview and Giveaway: The Finding Home Blog Tour with Phetra H. Novak

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Please join us in welcoming author Phetra K. Novak today on the Finding Home blog tour. Phetra conducted an interview with her characters from the book, Kai Kelly and Luca Von Bergendahl, so enjoy, and then be sure to click on the Rafflecopter widget below to enter for the chance to win one of the following prizes:

First Place: E-copies of Haven’s Revenge and Finding Home
Runner-Up Prize: E-copy of Finding Home

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Me: “Hello guys. How are you today?” I smile as I watch them, these two star struck lovers. Kai is looking over at Luca who’s sitting next to him on my couch who is currently completely unaware of the way his boyfriend is watching him like he can’t stop. We are in my suite at the Hilton, the view overlooking downtown Austin, Texas. I’m there solely to interview these two lovers, whose paths I crossed by pure accident when covering a LGBT rally at A & M.

Kai: “We’re good thank you!” He tear his eyes away, reluctantly, to look at me and at the same time he reaches out to take Luca’s hand, their fingers entwine.

Luca: “Yes, everything is fantastic. Thank you!” He’s this adorable thing, everything you expect a young Swedish man to look like. He’s tall, far from skinny but slim built and these piercing blue eyes.

Me: “So, I asked you guys here to talk about you, your lives here in Texas, what you do, your plans and your love. How do you feel about that Kai?”

Kai: He smiles, looks at Luca again something he does often. “Talking about Luca is my favorite thing so ask away I’ll answer anything as long as it isn’t too private of course.” He winks at me but I can see too that there’s truth to his words.

Me: “Of course, I’ll keep it as clean as I can.” I smile and give them a humorous wink to show that I am teasing. “How about you start off with telling me how you met?” They look at each other, chuckling a little. It’s fascinating to watch these two because they move in symbiosis always in tuned with each other never facing away but always turned towards each other. While Kai is the more relaxed and obviously more confident of the two, he is not arrogant nor is Luca shy just more careful in his sense of manner.

Kai: “I stalked Luca for weeks before approaching him and when I did he threw coffee at me.” Kai grinned as Luca gasped punching him in the arm, his face going red with embarrassment.

Luca: “I so did, not, throw coffee on you. You butthead.” He smiles, cheeks still has this pinkness to them. It can only mean there is truth to his boyfriend’s teasing accusation. “It accidentally fell out of my hand when you almost startled me to death.” Luca teases Kai back. I can’t help but to chuckle at their lovely banter back and forth it is obvious that it is said with a teasing sense and with nothing but love. Turning towards me Luca says. “We were going to the same university, I was a pre med student at that time and Kai was there for a semester doing his thesis. We did bump into each other at a local café and just hit it off.” He smiles, blindly reaching for Kai’s hand again, who gladly took it.

Me: I laugh. “It sounds like you had a good start.” Looking at Kai I ask. “What was it about Luca that made you start stalking him as you so aptly put it?”

Kai: “First time I saw him he was leaving a class as I was walking by. I stood out in a crowd of twenty and he simply took my breath away.” He watching Luca the entire time he speaks like he is remembering the day. “His eyes were down, watching the ground as he walked, so shy my dearest Luca. But I could see there was more to him than that shyness. I instantly wanted to get to know him but didn’t know for a few weeks how to approach him without scaring him off.”

Me: “Why was that you think?” Kai turns his eyes to look at me for the first time since he started to speak.

Kai: “I don’t know, it was just a hunch at that time that Luca needed to be approached a little more carefully because I can be pretty abrupt and straightforward.” Luca snorts next to him.

Me: “You agreeing with that Luca is Kai to abrupt sometimes?” I ask carefully but I am really curious to what this means and if there might be something that is keeping these two lovers on edge with each other.

Luca: “A little. Kai is what you see is what you get kind of guy. He doesn’t hide who he is for anything or anyone. It’s take it or leave it with him in most things. But he is the reason why I am here today and we are together because that is who he is and he has helped me become more like that.”

Me: “OH that is quite lovely. So you were troubled when you and Kai met then?” I know instantly that I have hit upon something, because the tension between the two is obvious. So I don’t push it instead I lean back relax and let them have their time. Kai’s entire focus is on Luca who I assume there for is the one who has a story to tell.

Luca: “When Kai and I met I wasn’t out…” Luca hesitates, lift up his glass of water and takes a sip and seems very nervous, “I wasn’t out to anyone, not even myself.” He looks at Kai before he continues who just smiles and gives his silent support. “So even though we had a good start a very intense start me not being out caused some issues that was hard for both of us to overcome.” I can see Luca is getting really uncomfortable, eyes turned down and fiddling with his fingers.

Kai: “It’s okay darlin’. I love you, hmm.” Kai is so gentle but not condescendingly so, it’s like he knows exactly what to say and how to touch him to calm him right down. He pulls Luca in close so they are sitting tight together his arm around his shoulder. “Maybe we can move on to the next question.”

Me: “Yes, of course. Just a couple more questions. Luca what attracted you to Kai and what was it about him that made you be so brave and come out to your nearest and dearest?” I smile encouragingly.Luca: “Oh boy. I mean look at him.” I look at Kai instantly. “He’s a wet city slickers dream, he’s a cowboy. Tight jeans, cowboy boots, cowboy hat and let’s not forget the sexy twang.” Luca smiled the entire time eyes gleaming with love as he spoke about his lover. “But that was just the first ten minutes, after that it was his heart.” He turns to me now. “He has this amazing heart, he doesn’t hold himself back but jumps in with both feet to give you everything and all of him. He sacrificed so much to help me. To be with me.” He looked to the side at Kai. “Everything I have is because of him and well hard work.” We all started to laugh at the same time.

Kai: “Flirt.” He accused, but looking at him I can see that he loves the attention and being that special to Kai.

Me: “OK guys last question, what’s for you guys next?” I look between them their smiles contagious.

Kai: Well, I am done with my thesis and are working on my dad’s ranch. Luca has just started his first semester of vet school so the future is working hard and do what we both love. Right darlin´?”

Luca: Yes.”

Me: “And what is what you both love?” I push wanting one of those sugar sweet answers.

Luca: “Each other and the ranch. Each other and the ranch.” They both grins wide and sitting there grinning close together and in love they are the ultimate image of true love.

Me: “Thank you so very much guys for meeting me here today and for sharing your story with me!”

Kai: “Thank you for having us.”

Luca: “It was a real pleasure meeting you.”

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1 Finding Home FINAL COVERBlurb: Luca is a first year med student at the University of Gothenburg. He is following in his father’s footsteps, something he’d been programmed to do all his life. He lives a sheltered and still life, with no real friends. Luca would love to change that but doesn’t know how, since he always feels so odd around other people, like he doesn’t quite fit in. There’s so much inside him that wants out, like wanting to become a veterinarian more than a doctor. And the fact that he likes boys and not girls. But he doesn’t tell anyone about that—not even himself.

In comes Kai, an American cowboy in Gothenburg. He’s doing his thesis overseas to broaden his horizons before he does what he has always wanted to do, which is to go back home and run the family ranch. He just happens to see Luca one day leaving class and can’t stop watching the shy guy as he waded his way through the crowd with quick, silent steps, and his head down to avoid eye contact with anyone. For weeks Kai watches him from a distance, trying to figure out how to approach him.

Had he known that spilled coffee and slippery, awkward book bags would have gotten him close to the guy, he might have physically bumped into him a long time ago.

Finding Home is a book with star-crossed lovers meeting and the evil of the wicked witch in the west threatening to crush young love’s every dream!

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Author BioAbout the Author: Phetra often refers to herself as the odd man out, the dorky book nerd who rather spend her time with a good book or making up fantastic stories with even more fantastic characters, than live in the real world dealing with real people.

The real world is strange in a very non humorous way and people in it complicate it to the point of wearing you out. In the world of the written word no matter if it is in someone else’s words or that of her own things might get busy, complicated, and sometime even plain painful but somewhere along the line there is always a hero on the horizon. He might not be prime or proper, a church going pretty boy since the author prefer rebellious men and women who don’t follow the protocols of society.

One of her favorite saying are that only dead fish follow the stream and well she ain’t no dead fish.

Phetra live together with her family, two children, a domestic partner and their two cats in Gothenburg, Sweden and when reading her books you will notice that she always finds a way of bringing her on culture into her books.

The joy of writing and reading comes from her childhood and is something she has always loved, something she is passionate to share with others. Phetra loves hearing from her readers even with ideas of what they want to come next.

If you are looking for her the best place to start looking for her is at home in the quietest corner of the house where you’ll find her either curled up with her Kindle or her laptop typing away.

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Jordan L. Hawk, Self-Published

Interview with the Drakul: Mocker of Ravens by Jordan L. Hawk

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There’s always fun to be had when Jordan L. Hawk lets John, Caleb and Gray come out to play, and I couldn’t be more excited to bring you this exclusive interview with your favorite drakul and mine–Gray–to celebrate the release day of the new book in the SPECTR 2 series, Mocker of Ravens.

Enjoy! And #TeamGrayleb…

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TNA: Welcome back to The Novel Approach, Gray. I’m so pleased Jordan arranged for you to be here with us today. And I should thank Caleb, as well, if I can pass on my regards. Is there anything you’d like to say to your audience before we get started on the interview?

Gray: Caleb says I must do this, but I do not see why, when we might be hunting demons instead. But it will please Caleb, so I shall.

:pauses:

Caleb says I am being ungrateful and rude. And also that I should greet you courteously.

Very well. Hello, mortals.

TNA: There’s much about human behavior and thinking that still confounds you. Is there any one thing, above all else, that you find particularly puzzling? What is it and why doesn’t it make sense to you?

Gray: I do not understand why so many of the mortals at SPECTR fear Caleb and me. Yes, we might have eaten them all and destroyed Charleston, but we did not. It is foolish to be afraid of things that did not actually happen.

TNA: Are you beginning to grasp mortal humor at all: sarcasm, figures of speech? Is there anything you’ve discovered in the past months that could possibly make you crack a smile?

Gray: I smile. Usually at John, when we are having sexual relations. Caleb says it is disturbing, because of the fangs, but that is nonsense.

Mortals are very strange. Their “humor” often consists of stating things which seem true but are not. It does not make sense. They should simply say what they mean.

TNA: Is there any one thing about your existence you’d change right now if you could? If so, what would it be?

Gray: I would leave behind these foolish mortals of SPECTR who so trouble John and Caleb. We would go elsewhere, and hunt demons, and copulate. It would be perfect.

TNA: Do you worry about anything at all? If so, what would that be? Or is worrying too human a pastime for you to indulge in?

Gray: Mortals waste their time worrying over things which may never come to pass, or which they cannot prevent in any case. But…yes. I do worry. About John. I wish him to be happy. I want him to be glad he chose us.

TNA: Is there anything you fear? If so, what would it be?

Gray: I fear John being injured. Or…or killed. But we will protect him against all that we may.

TNA: Now that you’re measuring time on Caleb’s schedule, do you have a favorite time of the day? What makes it so?

Gray: I still prefer the night, when there are fewer mortals about. They fear me without reason, which can be very inconvenient. It is difficult to hunt properly when there are people running about screaming and shooting at one.

TNA: Now that you can see color, do you have a favorite?

Gray: The blue of John’s eyes.

TNA: Here’s a question right out of left field: what does John taste like?

Gray: Like salt, in the summer especially. Musk and traces of soap. His blood is rust with spice. I think his blood tastes so because he is an exorcist.

TNA: And while we’re on the taste subject, does Caleb’s essence have a taste to it? If so, what does he taste like?

Gray: I do not perceive Caleb in this way. It is difficult to explain. I perceive his emotions and his memories, and the…shape of him, perhaps? The form he takes on the inside, made up of experiences and old hurts and new loves and everything else which forms us.

I cannot explain it any better than this.

TNA: Gray, thank you again for being here today. Would you like to leave readers with a parting word? Or more than one is good too.

Gray: Mortal nonsense.

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Blurb: Caleb has spent the last six months adjusting to life possessed by the vampire spirit Gray. Unfortunately, after the events of Fort Sumter, the other agents of SPECTR view him more as a ticking time bomb than a co-worker.

The one bright spot is Caleb and Gray’s boyfriend, federal exorcist John Starkweather. But John has problems of his own. A supernatural killer is on the loose in Charleston, stealing the hearts of its victims to extend its own unnatural life.

With the help of a rookie agent, John, Caleb, and Gray must find the killer before it strikes again…or before they become the demon’s next victims.

Buy Links: Amazon US | All Romance eBooks | Barnes & Noble | Smashwords

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Jordan L. HawkAbout the Author: Jordan L. Hawk grew up in North Carolina and forgot to ever leave. Childhood tales of mountain ghosts and mysterious creatures gave her a life-long love of things that go bump in the night. When she isn’t writing, she brews her own beer and tries to keep her cats from destroying the house. Her best-selling Whyborne & Griffin series (beginning with Widdershins) can be found in print, ebook, and audiobook at Amazon and other online retailers.

If you want to contact Jordan, just click the handy-dandy icons in the menu bar on my website, or send an email.

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Brit Blaise

Character Interview: Unconditional Surrender Anthology Blog Tour – Brit Blaise


Blurb: Brit Blaise – Storm Out

An Army Ranger suffering from PTSD finds coming out the biggest storm he’s ever faced…until he needs to save his grandfather’s life. A gay stranger in a deadly snowstorm brings suspense and danger. Can Cowboy Kale keep his family safe while coming to terms with his sexuality?

Buy Links: Amazon | Amazon UK | All Romance eBooks | iTunes | Barnes & Noble | Kobo

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Question: What would you change about your life if you could?

Sam: I don’t know if I could have done it, but I wouldn’t have been the perpetual victim in my mother’s on-going drama.

Question: Who is a hero you admire and why? Continue reading

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Dreamspinner Press, J.P. Barnaby, Rowan Speedwell

An Interview Exclusive With Aaron Downing And Spencer Thomas, And Zach Tyler And David Evans – And There’s A Giveaway



Aaron: Uhm, hi Lisa. I’m Aaron, and this is my boyfriend Spencer. So, JP said it was okay to talk to you, that you were really nice and that she trusts you with us. That’s pretty epic. She’s never let anyone else interview us before. She always did it herself. But…uhm…I’m better now. And, yeah, can we just sit here on the couch together?

[Aaron pulls Spencer to the small couch and pulls him down so they can sit together. Spencer wraps his right arm around Aaron, who grabs old of his left with two small hands. He appears nervous, but animated.]

TNA: [Interviewer’s note: I’m a toucher. My natural reaction upon meeting someone is to reach out and shake hands or touch a forearm in greeting, so it’s only at the last moment I remember not to reach out to Aaron, and to offer a wave instead.]

Guys, you have no idea how much I value that trust. I feel as if I’ve been on an emotional journey with you, so thanks to both of you for sharing that with all of us.

Spencer, you and Aaron go through some real challenges in this book, to say the very least, but lots of growth and healing, as well. Without giving away too much, what was the most difficult part of this story for you, which revelation was most difficult for you personally to share?

Spencer: I. Had. To. Think. About. This.. At. First. I. Thought. It. Would. Be. Leaving. Aaron.. But,. It. Was. Not. That.. The. Worst. Part. For. Me. Was. The. Pain. In. Aaron’s. Face. When. Ever. He. Thought. About. Testifying.. The. Helplessness. I. Felt. Because. I. Could. Not. Make. It. Better..

TNA: That’s something we readers can only imagine and probably still not coming close to understanding.

Aaron, I don’t even know where to begin with you. To borrow an ancient ad slogan, you’ve come a long way, baby. How do you feel about some of the more personal things that are going to be revealed in Spencer’s book? Was it a little bit cathartic to let this story be told?

Aaron: I revealed personal things all the way through the story. I really don’t think I have any secrets anymore. Everything has been exposed—like a nerve, raw and open. But was it cathartic? I think it was. Getting everything out, getting an outcome that allows me peace and forward motion helps put my life in perspective.

TNA: I guess, in the end, that’s the best any of us can ever hope for, perspective. That you found it is a pretty amazing gift.

You guys have been through so much together. Would you share a happy moment with us, one of the best memories in your relationship so far?

Spencer: I. Think. Our. Very. Favorite. Memory. So. Far. Would. Give. Away. The. Ending.. So., My. Second. Favorite. Memory. Of. Our. Relationship. Is. The. First. Time. Aaron. Cuddled. In. My. Arms. To. Watch. A. Movie. In. Bed. With. Me.. We. Watched. Shrek..

Aaron: I liked that too. I feel safer in Spencer’s arms than I ever feel anywhere else. But I think my favorite memory of Spencer was kissing him for the first time. That was the day I found out that he wanted me no matter what kind of scars I had—inside or outside.

TNA: Having been through so much, what would you say is the single most important thing you’ve learned about yourselves and each other?

Spencer: The. Most. Important. Thing. I. Learned. About. Myself., Especially. Lately., Is. That. I. Can. Take. Care. Of. Myself. And. I. Can. Take. Care. Of. Aaron..

[Aaron leans his head against Spencer’s shoulder for just a moment, before sitting up and looking forward once more.]

Aaron: I think the biggest thing I learned about myself since I met Spencer was that I’m not actually dead. I thought, for those first two years, that I’d died, but my body just hadn’t caught up. I don’t think there’s a particular reason I survived that night, but if there is, I’d like to think it’s so that I could meet Spencer. He gave me a reason to live again.

[There’s a knock at the door, then it opens without pause. Two men step into the room, and I realize instantly who it is. Zach Tyler and David Evans’ story was told so eloquently in Rowan Speedwell’s Finding Zach. I motion them over, and after a bit of chair shuffling, we’re ready to continue.]

TNA: Thanks so much for joining us, guys.

Zach, how did you become a conference speaker and advocate for abuse recovery? Was it something you had to think long and hard about, or did you jump at the opportunity when it was presented?

Zach: I guess it mostly came out of that damned book Brian wrote. I didn’t think it would be a big deal, but all of the sudden people started wanting me to do interviews and stuff, and before I knew it I was the face of abuse or something. I feel like an idiot doing it, though. What happened to me was bizarre. What happens to most kids who are abused is horrific and way, way too common. Mine was like, like war or something. When it was over I could walk away, and I had closure. Too many kids live with it day in, day out, for years, and some never walk away. And they never get closure. So I felt like if I had—whaddaya call it? The bully something?

David: The bully pulpit. Means you’ve got the attention.

Zach: Yeah. If I was gonna have that, if I was gonna have the attention, I wanted it to mean something to someone.

TNA: David, were you an influence in Zach’s decision, or was this something you felt he needed to work his way into (or steer away from) on his own?

David: Oh, man, it scared the hell out of me. He’d do these interviews after the book came out, and he’d be just drained. He didn’t talk about it for years, and now he was out there talking about it to everyone. And I knew it was hard on him. I admit I didn’t want him to do it. I wanted him to put it behind him. But Zach’s like a force of nature—once he’s made up his mind, it’s full speed ahead and damn the torpedoes. I think that’s why he survived as long as he did—he’s a stubborn son of a bitch. And since that’s what brought him back to me, I can live with it.

TNA: That’s… that’s got to be pretty empowering.

Zach, when you were asked to speak to Aaron one-on-one, what was your initial reaction?

Zach: Scared. Terrified. I mean, I get up there and talk, and it’s just general and about me and what I’m feeling and what I did, and so on. It’s general. But here this kid wanted to talk directly, and I knew that what I said to him would matter. It wasn’t just a talking head up at a podium. It was one-on-one. Two people. And I knew he was going to hear what I said and it was going to matter to him. And it would affect him. That’s scary. Because if I say the wrong thing, it’s gonna affect him. So I had to know what I needed to say, and it was scary.

TNA: Wow. No pressure there, huh?

Aaron, what was the one thing Zach said that made you realize how strong you are and that gave you hope?

Aaron: He said that I could take back my power. They stole it in that garage, but if I stood up and I told my story, I could take it back.

TNA: Zach and Aaron, this question is for both of you: I’m sure there are times when you feel like there’s no one in the world who could possibly understand how you feel or what you’ve been through. What’s it like for you knowing you’re not alone? Does it help or hurt knowing someone else has felt your pain?

Zach: Jeez. Um. Both? I mean, everyone’s experience is different, so sometimes it’s hard to relate, so you gotta figure other people are gonna have a hard time relating to you. But I have talked to people who’ve survived captivity and torture and stuff that I can relate to, as well as the sexual abuse. It’s a whole spectrum. It hurts when I think about other people going through shit I can only imagine, but damn, when you talk to someone and their eyes light up and they get it, and you know you’re connecting on a kind of primal level—that gives you a whole feeling of relief. It’s like “I’m not alone” sort of thing.

Aaron: I didn’t know, at least conceptually, that other people had gone through what I had. I mean, had I sat and thought about it, of course others had or there’d be no word for it, but I never had any reason to explore it until I…until I was raped. Then, I went online and found support groups for all kinds of people, people who understand what it was like to be terrified of everything and nothing. Talking to them, listening to what they do to cope, that helped.

TNA: Guys, where do you see yourselves going from here? What does your future look like, or are you still just working to live life one day at a time?

Spencer: My. Future. Is. Exactly. Aaron. Downing. Shaped..

[Aaron laughs and smacks Spencer on the arm.]

Aaron: I think she was looking for a serious answer there.

Spencer: I. Was. Being. Serious..

Aaron: Forever, Spencer.

I’m sorry, uhm… Anyways, my future? I see myself getting a job with Dr. Mayer. I see both of us finishing our degrees. I see us writing software together. I see us loving each other. Anything else, we’ll take as it comes.

Zach: School. I still have a lot of catching up to do. Eventually, hopefully, a job in medical nanotechnology, building things that will help cure illnesses and conditions in ways that are safer and more effective than what we have now. And to keep talking to people until I don’t have to anymore. That would be cool.

David: With Zach, I’m living my future every day. What more could I want?

TNA: [I can’t help but smile at that.]

Thank you, all four of you, so much for agreeing to sit down and talk with me, to all of us. It’s been an honor.

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BLURB: Aaron

A Survivor Story

I can’t describe what it’s like to want to scream every minute of every day.

Two years after a terrifying night of pain destroyed his normal teenage existence, Aaron Downing still clings to the hope that one day, he will be a fully functional human being. But his life remains a constant string of nightmares, flashbacks, and fear. When, in his very first semester of college, he’s assigned Spencer Thomas as a partner for his programming project, Aaron decides that maybe “normal” is overrated. If he could just learn to control his fear, that could be enough for him to find his footing again.

With his parents’ talk of institutionalizing him—of sacrificing him for the sake of his brothers’ stability—Aaron becomes desperate to find a way to cope with his psychological damage or even fake normalcy. Can his new shrink control his own demons long enough to treat Aaron, or will he only deepen the damage?

Desperate to understand his attraction for Spencer, Aaron holds on to his sanity with both hands as it threatens to spin out of control.

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Pre-Order Now. Goes On Sale 3/21/2014

BLURB: A Survivor Story

It’s been nearly five years since Aaron woke up in the hospital so broken, he couldn’t stand the sight of his own face. The flashbacks no longer dominate his life, but he’s still unable to find intimacy with his lover, Spencer Thomas. With time, patience, and the support of his family, his therapist, and his loving partner, Aaron has figured out how to live again. The problem is, Spencer hasn’t. His life has been on hold as he waits for the day he and Aaron can have a normal relationship. Hoping to move things forward for them both, he takes a job as a programmer in downtown Chicago, leaving Aaron alone.

Reeling in the wake of Spencer’s absence, Aaron receives another shock when his attackers are caught.

Now, he must testify and verbalize his worst nightmare. Publicly reliving his trauma without Spencer at his side destroys his precarious control. But he finds someone who can understand and empathize in Jordan, who watched his brother cut down in a school shooting. With Spencer gone and the DA knocking at his door, Aaron seeks solace in Jordan, and Spencer will have to risk everything to hold on to Aaron’s love.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Award winning romance novelist, J. P. Barnaby has penned over a dozen books including the Working Boys series, the Little Boy Lost series, In the Absence of Monsters, and Aaron. As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.

Web site: http://www.JPBarnaby.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/JPBarnaby
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/JPBarnaby

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Available Now From Dreamspinner Press

BLURB: For five years, Zach Tyler, son of one of the world’s richest software moguls, was held hostage, tortured, and abused. When he is rescued at last from the Venezuelan jungle, he is physically and psychologically shattered, but he slowly begins to rebuild the life he should have had before an innocent kiss sent him into hell.

His childhood best friend David has lived those years with overwhelming guilt and grief. Every relationship David has tried has fallen apart because of his feelings for a boy he thought dead. When Zach is rescued, David is overjoyed—and then crushed when Zach shuts him out.

Two years later, David returns home, and he and Zach must come to terms with the rift between them, what they feel for each other, and what their future could hold. But Zach has secrets, and one of them might well destroy their fragile love.

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A $50 Amazon Gift Card!

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Dreamspinner Press, John Goode

You Don’t Have To Wait 151 Days For Kyle Stilleno and Brad Graymark – John Goode Has Brought Them With Him Today


This tape was sent to The Novel Approach from an address in Foster, Texas. This is a transcript of what is on it.

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Hi, my name is John Goode and I am a writer.

Now, you say, “Hi, John,” and we talk about writing addiction and how it has affected our lives and…

Wait, this isn’t Writer’s Anonymous? Wow, awkward.

Ok, so this must be the guest post I agreed to do for The Novel Approach in conjunction with 151 Days coming out. Oh well, that makes much more sense. Of course, being a writer I have absolutely no idea on what to write, but that never stopped me before. There has to be something I can write that will be mildly interesting, and I do mean mild.

Ah, I got it, I can ask the boys some questions! When in doubt, force your characters to do the work for you.

John: Hi guys, welcome to the blog.

Kyle: Say what, now?

Brad: Who is this guy?

John: I’m John, the writer. I’m the guy who came up with Foster High.

Brad: You made the high school? What are you, like the mayor or something?

Kyle: You couldn’t have made Foster High, it was made in the 50s, and you’re old but not that old.

John: Getting called old by teenagers never stops being fun. Ok, look guys, I am a guy interviewing you about your life in Foster High, and you’re just going to have to trust me that it’s ok.

Kyle: And why would we do that?

John: I’m a friend of Gayle.

Brad: Oh, then you’re cool.

Kyle: Ask away.

John: Kids. Ok, let’s start with you Kyle, tell me a little about yourself.

Kyle: I’m 18 and I’m gay.

John:

Kyle: That about covers it, seriously.

John: There has to be more.

Kyle: Nope, I’m pretty boring.

John: Ok, let’s try it this way. Brad, tell me about Kyle.

Brad: Jeez, where do I start? Well, he is super smart, like Lex Luthor smart, but he has hair. He thinks he’s invisible to other people and that they don’t notice him, but in fact, a lot of people know him and like him a lot.

Kyle: No they don’t.

Brad: Hush, I’m talking about you. Let’s see, he wants to go to college in California, to the same place that Sam Winchester did…

Kyle: Stanford.

Brad: Right, that place. He likes comic books, video games, and he’s a sex addict.

Kyle: BRAD!

Brad: We just started having sex, and he is, like, crazy for it, no joke.

Kyle: I hate you.

John: Ok, and what do you think Kyle’s best trait is?

Brad: Oh hand’s down, his inability to let an injustice go unheard. Kyle doesn’t care if you’re a saint or a complete asshat, everyone deserves a fair shake to him, and if they don’t get it he is the first person to raise hell.

John: Fair enough. And Kyle, describe Brad for me.

Kyle: Mouthy.

::Brad laughs::

John: Come on, he was only answering a question. Your turn.

Kyle: Fine, Brad is a Disney prince in need of a quest, a rebel without a cause, a hero in need of some faith. He has more going for him than anyone else I know, and he wastes it all on caring about what other people think about him, and sometimes it is frustrating as hell, and sometimes it’s what makes him perfect in my eyes.

Brad:

Kyle: Still think this is a fun game?

Brad: That is like the nicest thing I have ever heard someone say about me.

Kyle: That says more about your old friends than me.

John: Ok, I asked for some questions online from your fans…

Kyle: We have fans?

Brad: I knew sooner or later I’d have some.

::Kyle gives him a withering stare until Brad collapses in laughter::

John: Ok, Will from Facebook asked, “What is your proudest moment of each other?”

Kyle: That’s easy, the moment when Brad stood up and threw his chance to play baseball away for bullying to stop. I had never seen anything so selfless before, because I know how much baseball means to him.

Brad: You never told me that before.

Kyle: You never asked me.

Brad: Well shut my mouth, I guess I didn’t.

John: And Brad?

Brad: There are a lot of times, but the proudest? When we went to state and our families were all having dinner, and Kyle got in my dad’s face. My mom had done that before, but it was mostly because they were in a fight. Kyle did it because he was tired of my dad ragging on me, and he was even a little scared. It was very gangster of him.

John: That’s from the new book.

Kyle: Book?

John: Never mind. Trisha, also from Facebook, asked two questions. One, “What do you guys see in your future together?”

Brad: A ton of sex.

Kyle (nodding): Yeah, his answer.

John: Guys…

Kyle: I just want to get through college, and I want us to be together.

Brad: I want him to get through college too, and being together is nice. Maybe marry him someday.

Kyle: You said what?

Brad: What was her next question?

Kyle: You do not get to change the subject after…

John: Her second question was, “What is your favorite part of the other person?” Can be anything, she said.

Brad: If I say something sexual he’s going to get mad, so I will say his eyes. When he gets mad there is this line that forms between them, and his eyes get like ice…that is the moment I know he is going to go all Pikachu on someone and kill them. I love seeing him get all Xena up.

Kyle: I’m a Pikachu?

Brad (nodding): It’s the blond hair and big eyes. Can’t deny that.

Kyle: I hate everyone.

John: And your favorite part of Brad?

Kyle: If I say nothing, he is going to get all pouty, so I will say his faith in us. He has never once blinked from us being together, even when I did lose it. It’s humbling to know there is someone out there that has that much belief in you.

Brad: You never told me that either.

Kyle: That’s ‘cause you are always too busy making Pokemon jokes.

Brad: Fair enough.

John: Sammy from Facebook…

Kyle: Sammy? Our Sammy?

John: Close enough. She asked Kyle, “Do you think you two will last?”

Kyle:

Brad: Yeah, I’d love to hear this answer too.

Kyle (sighing): Do I think so? No. I think Brad can find a dozen guys better looking than me or more like him or whatever. I think I am boring as hell and that he will just wander off first chance he gets. That is what I think. I know that he would never do that, I know when I look into his eyes there is something there that is so comforting, but terrifying at the same time. I don’t know what that is, but I know I want to know more of it.

John: And Brad?

Brad: Yes.

Kyle:

John: Just yes?

Brad (nodding): Just yes, we will last. Period.

John: She also asked if you guys would ever move back to Foster.

Kyle: No.

Brad: Yes, when Kyle is mayor.

Kyle:

John: Ok then, Lynn asked, “Brad, when you picture your life in ten years, what does it look like?”

Brad: Can I say with jetpacks? Or a lightsaber? Cause that would be wicked cool.

Kyle: This is why I don’t ask him anything.

Brad: Ok, ok. I see myself with Kyle, serving as his media consultant as he readies himself for his senate race. He will be the brains and the power, and I will be the smile and the shine. Together, he will rule the world.

Kyle: Don’t you mean we will?

Brad (looking at Kyle): Baby, this is your world, we are just living in it.

::Kyle blushes::

John: Lisa said, “Guys, Edgar Allan Poe once said, ‘Never to have suffered would never to have been blessed.’ What’s your greatest blessing so far?”

Brad: Um…can you repeat the question?

Kyle: Poe said that. He also said, “Stupidity is a talent for misconception,” which to me says that all of our suffering is caused by people believing the wrong things. Things like some people are lesser than others, that your God is the only God there is, or that things that are different are wrong. I think we are blessed by the fact we have never once thought that way. I was raised with the belief that all people are the same, no matter what they are. I just wish other people understood what that meant.

Brad: I only have one blessing and it’s him. So I think Poe said it best for me by saying “We loved with a love that was more than love.”

::Kyle looks at him stunned::

Brad holds up his phone: What? I can use the internet too.

John: Ok, Debbie asked, “You guys grew up in small town Foster but do you think that things are that much different in other places? How do you think things may have played out in a city like New York? Or Boston? Or a rural community, like a farm in Ohio? In other words – how much of the struggles you went through were due to Foster, and how much are just plain universal?”

Kyle: I think it would have been easier to fade away in a place like Boston or New York, so I would have just drifted through high school and never have met Brad.

Brad: I would have noticed the ninja like hot guy and stalked him relentlessly until he went out with me. Also, if we grew up in Boston I’d have to be a Sox fan, which would have been cool but no way. I could do the Yankees, so that would have been bad.

John: Ok, Chris asked, “What is your guys’ favorite character from Game of Thrones and why?”

Kyle: I’ve never seen the show ‘cause we don’t get HBO, but when I read the books I really felt that Tyrion was like me. Underestimated, always thought of as weaker, but the one that surprised everyone. I always wanted to be like that, the one that no one was ready for.

Brad: You do know you are, right? I mean not the midget thing but everything else, right?

Kyle:

Brad: I haven’t read the books, but I saw it over at a friend’s house, and I thought the horse guy was completely badass. I bet he would be a beast to fight.

Kyle: When did you watch Game of Thrones?

Brad: What? I have a life too, you know.

Kyle: When in the world would you ever sit down…you watched it during a D and D game, didn’t you?

Brad: Be cool, Kyle.

Kyle: Ok, one, his name is Drogo, and two, you do know in the book he dies of an infection, right?

Brad: He had mad skills. He’s a pimp.

John: Ok, let’s move on. Dawn said. “Brad, I cheered for you when you grabbed that bat out of your car and went after that ex-Marine “reverend” who was roughing up Kyle. Well done. Did you see red? Or were you thinking it through?”

Brad: Man, these people know a lot about us. Well thanks, no one touches Kyle while I am around, and I was only thinking one thing at that moment. That if I ever needed to hit a home run, it was as I was swinging at that jackass.

Kyle: That was very cool of you.

Brad: Yeah I know.

Kyle sighs: And this is why I don’t give compliments to him.

John: Mario asks Kyle, “When was the first time Kyle laid eyes on Brad?”

Kyle: Um, around. Next question.

Brad: Oh no, I want to hear an answer to this.

Kyle: It was a small town, we saw each other a lot, what’s the big deal?

Brad: So, you do remember. Ok, come on, spill it Stilleno.

Kyle sighs: Fine it was the summer of freshman year, and I had gone to the community center to get out of the heat and use the pool, and you were there with some friends. Happy?

Brad: Oh no, I know it is more than that, come on.

Kyle: Fine, I saw you get out of the pool, and I had a Fast Times at Ridgemont High moment, except you weren’t Phoebe Cates, and I wasn’t masturbating in a bathroom. Are we done?

Brad: I don’t even remember that day.

Kyle: I do. It was the first time I saw those ridges that guys have by their hips, and I had to wrap myself up with a towel for a while because I thought you looked like a model or something.

::Brad smiles::

Kyle: See? This does nothing but make his ego a million times worse.

Brad: You were in the library wearing a green hoodie concentrating on a book, and your bangs kept falling in your face, and you would blow at them to move them out of the way, and they’d just fall down again. And I wished I could walk over and move them out of the way ‘cause you were way too cute to cover up.

Kyle:

Brad: I didn’t know who you were, but I remember thinking that you were adorable beyond words. Now we’re done.

John: Ok. And Mario also wanted to know if Brad always knew he was gay?

Brad: No, I always knew I was attracted to guys, but I never connected that to being gay. I really thought it was just being horny. I never thought of myself as gay, as in wanting to spend my life with a guy, until I met him.

John: Anything to say to that Kyle?

Kyle: No, I am kinda speechless right now.

John: Moving along, Bev asked Brad if you missed your life as a jock?

Brad: What do you mean “miss”? I still run and lift all the time, and just ‘cause I am not playing baseball professionally doesn’t mean I am not playing. I bet you I find a gay league out there to play with.

John: And Kyle, she asked if you were ever going to find any life on Earth as intelligent as you are?

Kyle: Um, I don’t really think I am all that smart. Everyone has a something they excel at. I am just a guy who is doing the best he can.

Brad: That is what his alien species told him to say if one of us asks him about it. It’s all a front.

John: And the last question, Andrew asked what ever happened to Kyle’s dad?

Kyle: I’d rather not talk about that.

John: Not even a little hint.

Brad: Hey, buddy, back off, he said he doesn’t want to talk about it.

John: Ok, question dropped.

Kyle: We have a question.

Brad: Yeah, roundabout is fair play.

Kyle to Brad: Turnabout.

Brad (looks behind him): What?

Kyle sighs: We have a few questions for you.

John: Shoot.

Kyle: Why write Tales From Foster High?

John: Well, there is an easy answer and a hard one. The easy one is I think it is hard out there for a lot of gay teens growing up, and I wanted Tales to be not only a story they could identify with but a resource they can call on. Every lawsuit that is mentioned, every biblical passage that is debated, all of them are true. I wanted kids to take what they read and to use the knowledge to defend themselves against hatred and bigotry.

Brad: And the hard answer?

John: Growing up I was not a happy kid. I had a hard time with my sexuality and how it was going to affect my place in the world. I kept a lot of things to myself, and I read a lot and never really found myself in any books. I found the scrappy hero who fell in love with the fair maiden, and I found the super cool chick who had two completely different boys chasing her, but I never found myself. There wasn’t a gay character that was just a person and not a stereotype. So I decided to stop whining about the lack of stories I wanted to read and make a couple. These books are not just a gift to the kids out there who need them, they are a gift to sixteen year old me, who would have died to open a book and find someone who looks like them in there.

Kyle: How much of the book is made up, and how much is based on your life?

John: Well, everything that happens in the books happened to someone out there. Every single thing, each action, from Brad getting beat up in the locker room to Riley getting hit by a car, all of these things happened to someone out there. I have had people complain they think that the characters in the books that represent the adults and the school are unbelievable because they don’t do much to help you guys out, but that is honestly how it happened to someone. If you read these books and think it is not that bad for kids today, or that I made it up, then you are sorely in need of an education on the world today. It may not be like that for you, but it is like that out there for most.

Brad: And how much is your life?

John: Well…I wasn’t teased and bashed for being gay when I was in high school. In fact, my friends all assumed I was bi and didn’t care. I remember when I took my best friend aside to tell him I was gay, and he just looked at me and said, “I thought you wanted to tell me something important.” So most of the books come from what I have seen happen to other people I love, and not be able to do anything about it.

Kyle: So, now that this series is done, are we done?

Brad: Yeah man, what happens to us?

John: Well, I’ll be honest, I wasn’t going to go on with the series, thinking I had said all I wanted to. And I had, in some part, but something happened along the way that rarely happens to me. I got attached to you idiots. So though the books will not be Tales From Foster High, they will be about you two and your journey into college and beyond. I don’t know how many books it will be or how long, but yeah, you guys are coming back.

Brad: Sweet. Told ya he liked us.

Kyle: I guess we’ll see what happens next.

John: We sure will. Anything you guys want to say before we wrap this up?

Brad: Cowboys rule!

Kyle (sighing): The world is a mean place. I think evolution has done something to us that makes us unconsciously adversarial to other people. It is easy to just think about yourself and how you feel, but it doesn’t have to be like that. Life can be so much more if you just realize it is easier when everyone tries to care. If everybody in the world just gave a little bit then everything would change. So I say this to you, I dare you to try more. I challenge you to make the world a better place by just being a better person. Hold the door open more, smile a little longer, and try to think about how the person across from you feels just a couple of more times. Life is not a race, and it is not a game, and we all end up with the same prize at the end, so why not make this whole thing more enjoyable for everyone involved instead of trying to get just what you want?

I bet you’ll find at the end of the day you feel better about life.

Brad: You see this? And he wonders why I am in love with him. Boggles my mind.

John: Thank you, boys, this was fun. We should never do it again.

Kyle: I so agree.

Brad: So there’s no food? I was promised food.

John: Come on, burgers on me.

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Riley Hart

Riley Hart Let Mateo, Josiah, And Tristan From “Broken Pieces” Visit Us Today, And She’s Offering A Giveaway



TNA: Today we’re welcoming Mateo, Josiah, and Tristan, the leading men in Riley Hart’s Broken Pieces, to The Novel Approach, and they’ve agreed to answer a few questions about themselves, not only from me but from readers as well. So, for those of us who feel as though we already know them, and for those of us who don’t know them yet but would like to, let’s get started.

Blurb: Can three broken pieces make a whole?

Josiah Evans is the orphan who lost both his parents. He’s sweet, shy, and all heart. He wants nothing more than to be loved.

Mateo Sanchez is the son of a gang leader. He’s seen it all, and never hesitates to do what needs to be done, no matter what it is.

Tristan Croft is the wealthy attorney who clawed his way up from the bottom to rule his own world. He’ll never depend on anyone but himself again.

Three men who couldn’t be more different…and yet, as their lives intersect they find an uncommon balance that calms the storms inside each of them, and ignites fires hotter than they ever thought imaginable.

Told in three parts and spanning over ten years, BROKEN PIECES is a journey of healing for three fragmented souls, finding love in the unlikeliest of places—with each other.

TNA: First of all, gentlemen, thanks for agreeing to do this. I know talking about yourselves is probably not going to be the easiest thing you’ve ever done, so I’ll start by asking you what I hope is a simple question: How hard was it on all of you to let Riley tell your stories, to reveal some of the most intimate details of your lives? And for each of you, what was the most painful thing about you that was revealed, and why was it so difficult to tell?

Mateo: Shit… that’s an easy question? I definitely wasn’t lookin’ forward to her telling our story. I know I screwed up a lot and there’s some shit I never thought I’d share with anyone except Jay, and then later, Tristan. But it was important to Jay too, and I guess I can see why. For me the most painful was shit with my dad.

Josiah: There were things that were uncomfortable to share—things that were private or just between the three of us that I struggled with but like Teo said, I think it was important for us to do too. It was therapeutic in a way. And maybe it will somehow help heal others, the way we’ve healed each other.

Tristan: Veto? Okay, I guess I can’t do that. Yes. It was extremely hard. I still don’t like talking about it much. I hate to be the one to say this but it was all a struggle for me. It’s getting easier though.

TNA: This question I’m also going to ask you in multi-parts. Teo and Tristan, you had some reconciling of feelings to work through in your relationship with Josiah. What would you say are some of the most surprising things you’ve come to learn about each other, and what are some of the things you each admire most about the other?

Teo: I admire him for his heart. He doesn’t realize he has one but he does. It’s fuckin’ big and makes it so he would do anything for someone he loves. Most people wouldn’t have taken me in…they wouldn’t have understood Jay and I or the things I’ve done. And the things he did for Jay? It means somethin’…that’s all. It just means somethin’. Everything about him was a surprise to me. He was a suit, the opposite of me in every way, and he had Jay. I didn’t expect to like anything about him. Definitely didn’t expect to fall for him.

Tristan: Teo would lay down his life for someone he loves. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for them. Nothing. Even if it hurt him he would do it. He protects those he loves in a way I didn’t think was possible. He’s selfless in a way I never could be. I didn’t expect that, and I admire it.

TNA: Josiah, for your part of this question, Teo and Tristan are very different men in many ways, but what is it you love most about each of them that might helps us see some of their similarities?

Josiah: Teo and Tristan are so different on the surface but their core is similar. They would both do anything for someone they love, just in different ways. They both hold themselves to standards that they wouldn’t hold other people to. They can forgive others for things they would never be able to forgive themselves for because the love they put out is deeper than what either feel for themselves. I love the things they were able to get past in their lives. For their hearts because Teo said Tristan has a big heart and he does, what Teo needs to realize is he does too.

TNA: And by the way, Josiah, there’s a reader named Jennifer who’d like to be your new bestie. :-D

Josiah: Haha, sure. We’ll get coffee sometime.

TNA: Now, Teo and Tristan, each of you tell us something we might not know about Josiah that, when you discovered it, made you love him just a little bit more.

Teo: It’s hard to tell you something about Jay that you don’t know cuz he wears his heart on his sleeve. He puts it all out there with no fear. That’s what made me love him. He’s strong as hell. He accepts people for who they are and—

Tristan: –His capacity to love is immeasurable.

Teo: Yeah…yeah, for sure.

Tristan: I remember the first day I met him. I asked him why he fed the birds and he said something about giving them a gift, and that we all deserve someone to do something special for us. I knew then he was different.

Teo: When he left what would have been a happy, comfortable life for me. I knew before that but no one had ever cared that much about me before. Yeah…that kind of selflessness made me love him more.

TNA: With the gift of hindsight, even though you all have had so many painful experiences in your past, can you look back now without regret and see it’s all served to bring you where you are today, or are there still things you wish you could go back and change?

Teo: If changing something made it so we didn’t end up here I wouldn’t change it. Couldn’t. Regret never gets you anywhere. I just try to keep pushin’ forward.

Josiah: I wish things could have been different. I would love to take away the things Teo has had to do for me…the things he did while we were apart. And for Tristan, I wish his mom didn’t deal with the things she did, which hurt him.

Tristan: Like Mateo said, regret or wishing things were different won’t do us any good. Of course there are things I wish were different but would we be here if they had been? I’m trying to learn to focus on where I am rather than where I’ve been. Or at least Josiah says that’s what I should do.

(all three men laugh)

TNA: Teo and Josiah, this question is just for the two of you. What did you expect when you were placed in the foster system? Was it much different than you thought it’d be? How would you say that time in your life has shaped who you’ve become?

Teo: I just wanted the hell out. I knew I didn’t belong. I was seventeen years old, from the streets and expected to go back. I didn’t fit. But it was better than I thought. Molly and William were cool, despite what went down. And it molded who I am because I met Jay.

Josiah: It’s all I ever really knew. My parents died when I was young so I didn’t know much else besides the system. Each home was different. It was…lonely. But being lonely for so long made me want to fight for Teo and then later Tristan. I wasn’t alone anymore when I had them.

TNA: Tristan, we know it was a little bit terrifying for you when you realized you were falling in love with Josiah, but what was it like for you when you realized you were starting to have feelings for Teo too? Did already loving Josiah make it easier or harder on you, and along with that, did it make it easier for you to recognize it for what it was when it happened?

Tristan: I think loving Josiah should have made it easier. As you know I was still a bit stubborn though. But it definitely made it easier for me to recognize it. I will admit I was a little angry at first. Love meant giving up power. I already had one man who got past my defenses, who made me vulnerable and suddenly there was another man doing the same. It wasn’t easy for me.

TNA: Tell us what your idea of the perfect evening together is like.

Teo: Anything. I never expected to have anything that really meant shit so it doesn’t matter what we’re doing. I’m lucky to have them.

Josiah: You wouldn’t know it but Teo is very funny. I would say making dinner for them. Watching Teo make Tristan laugh and seeing Tristan let loose. They’d fight over wine or beer. We’d talk for a while, clean up the mess together and then go to bed. It’s simple but then none of us has ever needed much.

Tristan: I would have to agree with both Mateo and Josiah’s answers. Though I need to point out that a nice wine is much better than beer. Mateo will see that one day.

TNA: Here’s a question from another reader, Ange: “Ok, I was thinking of asking an important profound question, but damn it, I’ll let others ask them. I’m going for gold: has Tristan also had Teo top him?”

Tristan: No. Not yet.

Teo: I will though.

TNA: Okay, well… Wow. That’s a hard question and even harder answer to follow, Teo! Let’s try this one. In the short time the three of you have been together, what’s your happiest memory so far?

Teo: Not sure I’m supposed to answer that here…

Josiah: Nice, Teo. My answer would be the same as our perfect evening. It’s just when we’re at home together.

Tristan: Making plans for Josiah’s coffee shop. It’s become important to us all.

TNA: Here’s a question from Nikki for you, Teo: “Teo mentioned that he wasn’t celibate while separated from Josiah, and I wondered if there was ever anyone he had any kind of feelings for over the years? Maybe someone he hooked up with more than once? I just feel awful that he was alone for almost a decade.

Teo: No. Don’t feel bad for me though. I didn’t want that shit. Didn’t wanna feel anything when I was in the middle of all that. I never wanted to love anyone but him, and now Tristan. And I guess…well after all the shit I did and was doin’, did I really deserve to have someone?

Josiah and Tristan: Yes.

TNA: What would you each say is the biggest challenge you’ll face going forward?

Teo: Not letting the past catch up with me.

Josiah: We’ve been through a lot. We can handle anything. Hopefully we won’t have to handle anything else major, though. But we’re still settling into a life together—a life that to some is unconventional. It’s going to be realizing we need to lean on each other and be open with each other no matter what happens.

Tristan: We all know I struggle with words. It’s easier but I still have a ways to go. And there are still things I have to give.

(Josiah squeezes Tristan’s hand and offers him a promising smile, then excuses himself from the room.)

TNA: Now that it’s just the three of us, Dana asked a question it might be best answered while Josiah’s stepped away: “I know Teo and Tristan confessed their regrets about their pasts to each other. Did they ever come clean to Josiah?”

Teo: I haven’t told him everything. I’m not saying I will or I won’t, and I know Jay, I know he would understand that. It’s not because I don’t trust him or love him enough to tell him, but I also don’t wanna burden him with it either, ya know? He takes things in and I don’t want him to have to live with all the shit I’ve done.

Tristan: Mateo answered the question better than me but no, I haven’t shared all of the things I’ve done. I don’t want him to see that when he looks at me.

TNA: Thanks very much to Riley Hart for organizing this interview, and for the great giveaway she’s prepared to offer to one lucky reader.

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Author Bio: Riley Hart is the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s a hopeless romantic. A lover of sexy stories, passionate men, and writing about all the trouble they can get into together. If she’s not writing, you’ll probably find her reading. Riley lives in California with her awesome family, who she is thankful for everyday.

Find Riley on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, and her Website.

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CJ Anthony, MLR Press

CJ Anthony Wants To Give You A Free Ticket To “Heaven”


CJ


Hi! My name is C. J. Anthony and I’m thrilled to be at The Novel Approach today to share my latest book.

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I wrote a story earlier this year called Heaven, which follows two best friends named Joey and Brian, through their high school years in the 80’s. At the age of six, Brian came to live with his Uncle Gary. Joey lived next door and the two boys were best friends from day one…until they decided to be more than friends.

I’ve stepped into my trusty time-travel machine and travelled back to 1985 to interview Joey and Brian and Brian’s uncles, Uncle Gary and Uncle Nat, so you can all get to know them a little better.

Okay, ready? Here we go!

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(Knock, knock, knock)

(Rustling noises on the other side of the door. Yelling.)

“Oh she’s here!” – Uncle Nat
(More rustling, a loud bang) “Ow, dammit. When’d you move that chair? (Indistinguishable mumbling then loud bellowing) Boys, she’s here!” – Uncle Gary

More scrabbling noises and then the door is opened by Brian’s uncles. Nat is eagerly looking over Gary’s shoulder and grinning widely at me. Gary just stares at me uneasily.

“Ms. Anthony?”

“Yes, I . . . ”

Gary sighs and motions me inside while he turns and heads further into the room. “Come on in.”

Nat graciously takes over, physically pulling me inside and closing the door behind me. “Welcome to our home, Ms. Anthony. Can I take your coat? Would you like something to drink? We’ve got coffee, water—we’ve even got some of that new Coke! They just got it in at the A & P yesterday!”

I decline all offers, and we follow Gary into the living room. He looks at the empty sofa and growls under his breath. “Boys! Get yer butts down here NOW!”

“Sorry,” he apologizes as he shakes his head at me. “Teenagers.”

(Scuffling noises sound above, followed by heavy footsteps pounding down the stairs. Joey and Brian hurriedly plop down on the couch, hair mussed, shirts wrinkled, cheeks flushed and lips very red and swollen.)

Gary gives them a once over before shooting them a death glare. Brian’s face flushes an even deeper red.

Gary turns back to me, posture rigid and tense.

“All right, I’m just going to cut to the chase, Ms. Anthony. Nat told us you want to interview us? What for? How do you even know us?”

“Well, I wrote a book about Joey and Brian and I want people to learn a little bit more about all of you. So I wanted to interview you for this blog…”

“What’s a blog?” Joey interrupts.

“Umm, well it’s sort of a website…”

“What’s a website?” Brian asks.

“Uhh…well, on the computer, people post pages of information on….” I catch myself before saying “on the internet,” as I realize that will just bring another question. This is harder than I thought it would be.
“…topics, and everyone with a computer can access and read the information,” I finish with a sigh of relief.

“Oh that sounds like a magazine!” Nat perks up and tugs excitedly on Gary’s sleeve. “See? She’s a writer for magazines, just like you!”

Gary is still looking at me suspiciously. “What magazine is this exactly?”

“Um, well, I don’t know if I’d really call it a magazine, at least not the type you’re thinking of.”

“Okay listen lady, enough. I don’t know what kind of scam this is, or what kind of trouble you’re trying to stir up, but I’ve never heard of anything called a blog and I know there is no book. I’ve checked the bookstore, the library, even asked some of my other writer friends. No one’s ever heard of you and there are no books by you on record anywhere!”

Nat’s face falls. “There’s no book?”

“There is a book, I swear, but no, you won’t find it…now.”

Four pairs of eyes stare at me, waiting for explanation.

“I wrote it in 2013.”

Four pairs of eyebrows shoot up.

Gary scratches his head. “You mean it takes place in 2013? Like a science-fiction book?”

Joey leans forward to the edge of the couch. “Do we fly space ships? Do we wear space suits? I hope I look good in mine.”

“No, it doesn’t take place in 2013, I wrote it in 2013. That’s where I’m from—the future. I’ve travelled back here . . . ”

Joey can no longer contain himself. He bounces off the couch to run to the window. “No way! Did you use a DeLorean like Marty McFly?”

Brian groans out loud and rolls his eyes. “Joey, that’s a movie, it’s not real.”

Seeing no smoking, charred vehicle on the street Joey whirls around and crosses back over to the couch. “Well it must be real if she’s from the future! She had to get here some way. Did you come here on a spaceship?”

“Uh, well . . . no.”

“Do you know us in the future? What are we doing? Please tell me Brian is still not listening to Bruce Springsteen in 2013!”

Brian elbows Joey in the side. “Hey!”

“Are we . . . are there any of us still around?” Nat’s voice is quiet and his eyes full of fear. It doesn’t take much to realize who is the “us” he is referring to and why he is asking this question.

I smile at him. “Well, there is still no cure for HIV, but there are a lot of very powerful drugs that help people survive and live long lives. So many things are much better. The fight for gay rights and acceptance has made huge strides in 2013. The federal government now recognizes same-sex marriages and sixteen states so far have legalized same-sex marriages.”

Nat’s eyes tear up and his mouth drops open as he grabs on to Gary’s arm. Gary bursts out in laughter until he catches sight of Nat.

“Oh come on Nat! Really? Gay people getting married? Next she’s going to be telling us pigs fly and a black man is president!”

“Okay lady, I think we’re done here.” He stands up and I follow his lead. He lightly takes my elbow and starts guiding me toward the front door. “Did you wander away from the Armstrong home across town? I know the patients manage to wander out of there and get lost sometimes. I would be happy to give you a ride back. It may not be a fancy-schmancy time travel contraption, but my Chevy is safe and reliable.” His voice is slow and gentle, as if trying to sooth a child.

I decline his offer and barely get a good bye out before the door is shut behind me. I’m about halfway down the sidewalk to the curb when I hear the door open and shut again behind me.

“Ma’am! Miss Anthony!” Turning I see Brian rushing toward me, with Joey following at a slower pace.

“Um. Can you tell me . . . if you’re really from the future . . .” His face is pink as he hesitates over his words. “Are Joey and I still together? In the future?”

His face is about as serious and scared as it could be.

Smiling at him I reach into my purse and pull out a CD and hand it to him.

“Keep this. You will need it some day,” I say quietly.

Brian’s eyes grow wide and his cheeks pinker as he looks at the CD case.

Joey catches up and peers over his shoulder. “Ooh a CD, we don’t have a CD player yet . . . Bryan Adams? Ugh!” He groans. “Apparently you still listen to lame music in the future. I just don’t understand, where have I gone wrong with you?”

I turn to leave, smiling as they continue arguing.

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Your high school years will be some of the best years of your life—yeah right. Try some of the worst. Best friends since they were five, Joey Whitcomb–a Freak—and Brian Davis—a Brain—just want to survive the landmine of their 80’s high school years. Upheaval begins when Brian gets elevated unwittingly to boyfriend of the Queen of the Popular clique. But when Brian (with a little help from Bryan Adams) comes to an epiphany about his true feelings for his best friend does he risk ruining their friendship for a little piece of Heaven?

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About the Author:

C. J. Anthony started reading and writing at an early age. She attributes her love of reading and romance to her mother who not only taught her to read but also made countless trips to the library lugging piles of books home for her to read. She loved getting lost in the people and places and adventures she found in books and it wasn’t a far jump to start writing her own stories, early childhood tales about flower families and travelling to the moon with her best friend.

She recently was inspired to try writing again, this time with tales of beautiful men in love speaking to her and wanting their stories to be told. C. J. has always believed in true love and HEAs even if there is angst and pain along the way–life is never perfect, after all, but everyone deserves a happy ending and someone there to catch them when they fall.

When she’s not writing, she spends most of her time juggling a day job and freelance design work on the side, enjoying music, movies, spending time with friends and, of course, reading.

You can find C. J. at:
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Dreamspinner Press, Mary Calmes

“Old Loyalty, New Love”, Quade Danas and Roman Howell, Mary Calmes And A Giveaway – Oh my!



TNA: Dear Readers, we have a couple of very special guests with us here at The Novel Approach today. Mary Calmes has arranged for Quade Danas and Roman Howell to sit down and answer a few questions.

In case you haven’t heard, Quade and Roman are the stars of Mary’s newest release, Old Loyalty, New Love, so sit back, relax, and enjoy getting to know them a little better.

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TNA: Guys, welcome to The Novel Approach. So, be honest, which one of you had to talk the other into doing this interview?

Roman: I thought it would be a wonderful opportunity for people to learn more about jackal shifters and––”

Quade: I’m here under duress. If I didn’t show up, I get no sex for a week.

Roman: (clearly horrified) I can’t believe you just said that.

Quade: Have you noticed that that scowl is looking permanent lately?

TNA: Quade, tell us what it was like when you found out Mary wanted you to tell yours and Roman’s story. Were you nervous about revealing so many personal details about your life together?

Quade: As I told her, I’m not special. I’m just trying to do the best I can and take care of everyone. Roman on the other, hand… I get her wanting to talk about him, he’s amazing.

Roman: (catching breath) I…that’s so…Quade.

Quade: (coughs) Give him a second; he’s kind of a sap.

TNA: What’s the one private thing she asked you to reveal that you’re most leery about people reading?

Quade: I would prefer her not sharing how much I loathe Christmas decorations but other than that I’m fine. I have nothing to hide.

Roman: I wish there was more sex in the book so people would know how I get held down and tied up and––ow!

TNA: Oh!

Quade: Oh no, Lisa, he’s fine. He likes to have his face shoved down on the table, don’t worry about it.

TNA: M’kay. Roman, do you mind talking a little bit about your accident? Do you remember much about what happened?

Roman: I don’t mind but really I don’t remember the accident itself per say, only the aftermath. Even the fire is a blur; mostly it’s sounds that register. But in the hospital, one night I was so cold and scared, and then Quade was there holding my hand and I felt so much better. I don’t think he realized how much him being there meant. He would whisper my name and kiss my forehead and just his voice helped so much. He…oh…come back. Yes, well, I knew he wouldn’t sit through that, it’s hard for him. He’ll be back in a second.

TNA: Does it bother you when people ask about your scars and how you got them?

Roman: It doesn’t bother me. I like it when people ask me instead of pointing or making jokes. I really don’t mind.

TNA: What’s the one thing you’d credit for getting you through your recovery?

Roman: Quade and my parents. They all stood beside me. I’m glad they were with me then, and I still miss them now.

TNA: If you could travel back in time and prevent the accident from ever happening, would you do it? Why or why not?

Roman: I’d love to be able to be all Zen and say that I wouldn’t be who I am now without the accident, but I’m not sure if that’s true. I know that events unfolded the way they did, and I am now the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life. But to not be in that accident, to look like I used to, that’s a lot to consider. I really don’t think I can answer.

Quade: I can.

Roman: (TNA: Roman laughs warmly at Quade’s response) Oh, you’re back.

Quade: Of course you would prevent the accident, don’t be an idiot!

Roman: Don’t mind him; he has very strong feelings about the accident.

TNA: Quade, what was the first thing that went through your mind when you found out about the accident?

Quade: I thought he was dead, and I thought I failed him. I was supposed to protect him from everything, and I didn’t. I’m not sure what I would have done if he hadn’t made it.

Roman: Don’t get up again, stay here. Relax. Give me your hand.

TNA: Quade, I’m going to ask you the same question I asked Roman: If you could go back in time and keep the accident from happening, would you do it? Why or why not?

Quade: I would change it in a heartbeat. He went through so much pain and the loss of many of his team mates and years of surgeries. I would erase that if I could.

Roman: Hold my hand tighter, you’ll feel better.

Quade: I’m fine.

Roman: Stop growling, I’m right here.

TNA: Everything has changed so much for both of you since you first met. What’s life like for you guys these days?

Quade: It’s the same except I travel a lot more. I still watch over him.

Roman: He keeps a close eye on me now, wink-wink, nudge-nudge.

Quade: Really?

Roman: What?

TNA: Guys, tell us the one thing you each love most about the other.

Roman: Oh, me first. I love his hands and the way he grabs hold of––”

Quade: I love his heart and how much he loves and cares for me and everyone else. Roman is a caretaker in his soul.

Roman: Oh, I see. Well honestly, I love how strong he is inside and out. Quade is like shelter for everyone he meets. He’s a rock.

Quade: That was really––”

Roman: And mine. What I love most about him is that he’s mine.

Quade: Okay. Next question.

TNA: Okay, guys, this is the last one: you’re snuggling up on the couch together to watch a movie—who picks the movie and what do you watch?

Roman: I like science fiction movies and fantasy. So like Time Bandits or Serenity or The Fountain. I really liked Inception and Donnie Darko and of course Star Wars. I’m drawn to stuff like that.

Quade: I hate that stuff. I don’t want to think when I see a movie. I just want to be entertained. I like action movies.

Roman: Great movies should entertain and inspire thought and conversation.

Quade: No.

Roman: No?

Quade: I just want to sit a veg.

Roman: Since he likes action and I like sci-fi, we usually end up watching Blade Runner, which, I might add, is a movie that inspires thought.

Quade: Not for me.

Roman: I’ve watched Blade Runner a lot.

Quade: I also like westerns.

Roman: Don’t get him started.

TNA: Thanks so much for taking the time to be here with us today, guys. I hope you enjoyed visiting as much as we’ve enjoyed having you!

Roman: Thank you so much for having us, it was lovely.

Quade: I’ll get the car.

Roman: He enjoyed it too. He barely growled. It was good.



TNA: The sign of a successful interview: when your guest doesn’t growl so much. Bonus. :-)

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Aaron Sutter and Duncan Stiel Stop In For A Visit, Uh… Over-share?… Oh! And There’s A Giveaway Of “Parting Shot”

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Thanks for being here with us today, guys. I know it’s a big day, what with the release of your book and all, and I know you’re both busy with life and jobs, so we’re thrilled you could stop by for a visit. Let’s get right to it.

What would you both say was the most difficult part of getting your story told? Are there some private things you revealed about yourselves that you might have preferred remain private? Or was it a matter of just getting everything out there once you decided to do it, privacy be damned?

A: (Opens his suit jacket and leans forward in his chair, making eye contact) “First off, thank you so much for having us; it’s lovely to be here. And to your question, I will say that my life has been, in the past, all about privacy and discretion but recently aspects of it have changed due to my deteriorating relationship with my father and the attitude of my board of directors. Having said that, I think there is a keen difference between what people know and what they are allowed to know by the media and other sources. It’s important to keep in mind that one should never believe everything one reads.”

D: (Scoffs from where he’s sitting beside Aaron on the couch) “Well that was deliberately vague. Do you even know what the hell you said?”

A: (Clears throat before forcing a smile) “Pardon him; he’s surly in the morning and its early here in Chicago.”

D: (Rolls his eyes) “The hardest part of having your damn story told is that people find out about all the shit you’ve done and all about your secrets. Like I could have lived my whole life without people knowing what happened to my brother. Once they know stuff like that, they start looking at you like you’re some pity case. I hate that shit. Secrets are supposed to stay that way so that part is hard, being sort of gutted.”

What do you think fans will be most surprised by when they read Parting Shot?

A: (Leans back, stretching his arms out over the back of the couch, his left hand moving to the back of Duncan’s neck) “I think that Jory (Harcourt) has a sort of distorted world view and so I may or may not have been painted as a villain when, if you go back and read between the lines, my actions speak more to care than anything else. If you, too, were traveling at the speed of sound, you also might miss another’s true motives.”

D: (Turns his head to look at Aaron)

A: “Yes?”

D: “So lemme get this straight, you’re saying that you never wanted to own Jory, move him in and keep him? This is what you’re going with, here, on the record?”

A: “There is no record. This is not an interro––”

D: “But really, this is your story?”

A: (Aaron pushes his hand up into the back of Duncan’s hair) “I’m saying that if you care for someone, you want to keep them from playing in traffic.”

D: “I see. Okay. Well, for me I think the biggest surprise is that I’m not a top.”

A: (Freezes momentarily and then groans loudly) “Oh, dear God.”

D: “But I guess you kinda got that from when Nate told you in his book, so maybe that’s not it.”

A: “Next question, please.”

If you can answer this one without giving away too much to readers, what’s your favorite part of the book?

A: (Leans sideways against Duncan) “My favorite part was when our misunderstanding was cleared up and my life could start again.”

D: “Yeah, me too,” (He smiles at the man crowding into his personal space) “That was good. So was the make-up sex after.”

A: (Leans his head in his hand and closes his eyes to massage the bridge of his nose) “Please, go on.”

So tell us, do you think Jory’s maybe feeling a little bit smug right now? You know, because he knows love when he sees it and isn’t averse to giving it a nosy little nudge?

A: (Clears his throat as he sits up straight, allowing Duncan to hold his hand, though) “I think Jory will believe it was all him and no work at all on our part. He lives in a magical world with unicorns and bunnies where everything works out like a fairytale. He thinks he’s a love god.”

D: “Yeah, well, he kinda is.”

A: “He’s annoying and he’s lucky he has Sam Kage to act as his safety net for the rest of his life. I’m thankful every day that I was not successful there. Just thinking about it is exhausting.”

D: “So, now you like Sam?”

A: “The man deserves a medal for patience.”

D: “Well, I’ve actually talked to Jory,” (He chuckles) “And yeah, he’s pretty fuckin’ smug. That’s okay with me, I got what I wanted.”

Do you remember the exact moment you realized, oh my god, I love this man and he is mine?

A: “Yes.”

(Silence)

D: (Clears his throat) “Would you maybe care to elaborate?”

A: “No.”

D. “Oh for crissakes, it’s a question.”

A: “It is, yes.”

D: (Turns from looking at Aaron) “Well, I’m a sap so pretty much after the first time we––”

A: “No-no-no, next question.”

If we asked Mary, would she say you guys were pretty easy to work with, or would she say you were a pain in the tuchus?

A: “She will say that I’m a jewel, and that Duncan’s voice was problematic.”

D: “What?”

A: “It’s true. Also, she drinks too much coffee. You can quote me.”

D: “I’m so not the problem.”

A: “Of course not, dear.”

If you could say one consequence-free thing to Sam and Dreo, respectively, what would it be?

A: “Have you investigated an ankle bracelet for Jory?”

D: “I had my partner run ballistics on your gun when it was in lock-up. You’re lucky it came up clean.”

A: (Turns to look at Duncan) “You can’t do that, can you?”

D: “I can do whatever the fuck I want. I’m a homicide detective.”

A: “Charming.”

Define each other in a single word:

A: Irresponsible.

D: Arrogant.

A: “Well, no.” (Exhales his irritation) “The real word is devoted. He’s always there for me, and he grounds me, and I can’t count on anyone like I do him. Devoted sums him up best.”

D: “And I would say, trustworthy. He’s dependable. He keeps his word. Always. Trustworthy is the word.”

All of us romantics out here love a good happily-ever-after. How would you define your HEA?

A: “As one realizing exactly what they need and want and getting it to the benefit of both parties involved.”

D: “Really?”

A: “Yes. Why?”

D: “What about madly in love?”

A: (Smiling brightly) “Well, that goes without saying, doesn’t it?”

I’m not going to keep you guys any longer because I know you have things to do, so I’ll leave you with a request: would you share an excerpt of Parting Shot with us?

A: “Of course. This is when we were in New York and Duncan just got out of the hospital. The first time.”

D: “Don’t be a wiseass.”

A: “No. Never.” (He finishes, winking at Duncan)

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Lying down on the couch, I picked up my own phone from the coffee table and called Aaron.

He answered on the second ring. “Duncan?”

“Yeah. How did you know?”

“I—” He coughed. “—put your number in my phone.”

It was nice to hear. “So,” I said my voice low and full of gravel.

“How are you?”

“I’m good,” he said quickly. “You?”

“I just got stitches.” I grinned because, God, he sounded good.

“So I’m a little beat to shit, if you wanna know the truth.”

“You got—who hurt you?”

“I’m a cop. You know how it is.”

He cleared his throat. “I don’t, actually.”

I grunted. “It happens. I’ll live.”

“Yeah?”

Why did he sound scared? “Are you all right?”

“I don’t want to freak you out.”

“Why would you?”

“I, uhm,” he hedged, “I’m in New York. I have been for a week.”

There had to be more.

“Duncan?”

“Yeah, still here.”

“Are you—is that freaking you out?”

“You do business all over the world, yeah?”

“Yes.”

“So you probably hafta come to New York a lot, right?”

“I do, yes.”

“I guess I’m not getting why you being here would be weird.”

“I just”—his voice cracked—“didn’t want you to think I was stalking you or something.”

“Oh, wouldn’t that be something,” I mused.

“Something?”

“Yeah, I mean, that’d be cool, right? How many guys could say that Aaron Sutter was following them around? I should be so lucky.”

He whimpered.

The sound about shredded what little control I had left. Hurt and tired, with the last of my buzz wearing off, I was damn needy. “You maybe wanna see me?”

Silence.

“Aaron?”

“Yes, please,” he murmured. “I would love to see you. Where are you? I’ll come get you.”

“No. It’s not safe. You tell me where you are, and I’ll come to you.”

“How ’bout this,” he said shakily. “You walk one street over from where you are, and I’ll be there in a car in ten minutes to get you. Deal?”

“What if I’m not in the city?”

“Fine. However long it takes,” he huffed out. “Where are you?”

“Tenth Avenue and 49th Street.”

“Oh man, I’m like minutes from you. I’m staying at The Pierre on 5th.”

“I don’t know that place. Is it fancy?” I teased.

“It is.”

Of course it was. “Okay. Will they let me in?”

“You’ll be with me.”

“True.”

“So—are you working?”

“Yeah.”

“I see.”

“But not until Monday.”

“Oh?” His voice rose, and I could hear the reprieve and the happiness.

I made a noise that didn’t quite qualify as communication.

“You think you’d want to stay with me a couple days?”

“Yeah. Ya know I was thinking of flying back to Chicago just to see you,” I said without even thinking of how scary psycho it sounded. “Awww shit.”

Several long moments passed, but I was too panicked to speak. I had no filter because of everything, and now I would pay for it.

“You were thinking of returning to Chicago for just two days?”

“Well, three actually,” I corrected him. “But, yeah.”

Quick, sharp exhale. “Okay, you win. That’s like one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me.”

It was? “It is?” I was baffled. “Shit, who’ve you been hangin’ out with?”

“People who like my money,” he said, clipping the words. “I’m leaving now. Can you walk?”

“Yes, I can walk,” I grumbled.

He chuckled. “Hurry up, all right?”

The phone went dead, and I realized he had basically ordered me to get my ass in gear. And though I started to ache, I got up anyway to change into some clean clothes.

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Thanks so much for bringing your guys around today, Mary!

And now for the contest! Mary is offering one lucky winner the chance at a FREE E-copy of Parting Shot. All you have to do is leave a comment right here on Aaron and Duncan’s interview before 11:59pm Pacific time on Thursday, July 18, 2013, and you’ll automatically be entered to win.

The winner will be drawn on July 19th, and the winner notified via email.

Good luck!

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Jordan L. Hawk

There Is Only One Shade Of Gray – The Other Forty-Nine Merely Prove A Human’s Imperfection

When Jordan L. Hawk announced the release of Reaper of Souls, the third book in the SPECTR Series, I asked her if Gray would perhaps agree to an interview. He is the most enigmatic character in the series after all, and, arguably, the one with the most to reveal, yes? Yes.

Jordan, good sport that she is, asked him and much to my surprise, he agreed…probably grudgingly if we know anything about him at all, but Jordan is still among the living and breathing, so I’m guessing he didn’t take too much offense at our questions. In fact, things worked out so well with the baddest drakul of them all that he talked Jordan into offering one lucky commenter the chance to win a $5 Amazon Gift Card!

All you have to do is leave a comment right here before 11:59pm Pacific Time on Sunday, July 7, 2013, and you’ll automatically be entered to win.

Is it any wonder we love him so. <3

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I walk up to the front door of the old, brick building, wondering if this was really such a good idea. After all, I’m coming here to interview a Non-Human Entity—a vampire—and doing it in secret. Or at least, behind the backs of the authorities.

I knock on the red door, and it swings open. A tall, thin man stands on the other side. He has pale skin and brown eyes, and is dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans. Black hair hangs in a soft cloud to his elbows.

“Caleb,” I start.

“Get in here! If John finds out about this…well, you know what a boy scout he is. Everything by the book. He’d freak, and I’d never hear the end of it.”

I follow him inside; the living room is gorgeous. The building is from the eighteenth century, and has seen hurricane, earthquake, and demonic outbreaks. And now a vampire. In the middle of the sedate, stylish furniture sits a huge, hideous orange couch. Since I know what’s been happening on that couch, I pick a chair to sit in. Caleb flops down on the couch and tries to look like he isn’t nervous, but I see his long-fingered hands picking at the loose threads of his jeans.

“So, you’re here for Gray?” he asks. “People actually want to talk to him? Christ, I just wish I could get him to shut up.”

“People are interested in the…unusual,” I reply tactfully.

I needn’t have bothered. “You mean they slow down for car wrecks and freak shows. Fine. It’s your dime.”

He closes his eyes and tips his head back. I’m not a sensitive like one of the SPECTR exorcists, but even I can feel the shift in energy. My ears pop, like the air pressure has suddenly changed, and the scent of rain and sandalwood saturates the room. Static crackles in Caleb’s hair; it twists and lashes on an unseen wind. When he opens his eyes again, they’re black as oil slicks, lit by flickers of light, like lightning seen on a distant horizon.

“Caleb says you will not leave until I answer questions for you,” Gray says. His voice is significantly deeper than Caleb’s, and I feel a vibration in the floor, as from a roll of thunder.

“Um, yes. People want to know about you.”

“Mortal nonsense. Very well, ask your questions, and I will answer.”

Gray, you’ve been exploring humanity through your host: What has been the most pleasurable experience? The most alarming? The most surprising?

The most pleasurable has been sexual intercourse with John. And feeding on demons, of course. The most alarming was the first few moments of our shared existence, when Caleb’s heart began to beat again.

Before, the bodies I possessed always remained dead. It was very alarming to find someone else in here with me.

Surprising…everything about this existence has been surprising. I thought I understood humanity, from the memories I found in the bodies I inhabited. I did not realize how emotion, color, context, and touch change things. Much of what seemed incomprehensible for so long now makes sense.

There is much else which does not, of course. Mortals are puzzling creatures. I do not think I will every truly understand your kind.

When Caleb eats, do you also taste the food? If so, what do you like? And what do you dislike?

Yes, I taste it. It was a surprise to discover mortal food has flavor. I enjoy fresh fruit, and things made simply, because our senses are sharper than those of unpossessed mortals. Artificial sweeteners are horrid. I am glad Caleb does not eat meat, because I did not like the smell of cold blood when John had a steak. Caleb says this makes me a hypocrite.

He also says I should not mention the garlic incident, but I do not see why. He is the one who tried to poison us, after all, not I.

Do you enjoy the music he listens to?

I did not care for the music in the club we went to, because it was too loud. There was a woman playing a guitar we passed in the park, however, and I liked the sound. Caleb did not.

If John is able to exorcise you from Caleb, how would this make you feel? Would you resist, look for another live body, or go back to possessing the dead?

I would…miss being in a living body. There is so much I never knew existed. I do not wish to lose color, and taste, and touch, and other things. I wish to stay here with Caleb and hunt demons and copulate with John.

If, in the unlikely event John could exorcise me, I could not “look” for a live body, and more than I ever “looked” for a dead one. I have no choice; it is simply something which is a part of my existence. As I have was only able to inhabit Caleb because he was dead at the moment, before the other mortal performed CPR, I do not think I would be able to inhabit a live body even if I could try.

Fortunately, I cannot be exorcised. Many have attempted to remove me over the centuries, and none have succeeded. I am released when the body I am in becomes uninhabitable, through decay or destruction, and not otherwise. So there is no reason to consider these questions.

And, can you visit me for a sleepover?

I do not sleep.

Speaking of sleepovers, let’s talk about sex, shall we? In a sentence, tell us what it’s like to experience sexual pleasure with John through Caleb. Can you feel it when John touches Caleb?

I do not understand what this has to do with sleepovers, but I promised I would answer these questions, no matter how strange. It is very good, even better than hunting and eating demons. Yes, I feel it quite clearly. I wish I could manifest instead of simply watch and feel, but Caleb does not think John would react well.

What is the one thing you’ve learned about humanity, good or bad, that has most surprised you?

What it is to be alive, to feel pain and grief and love and fear.

Do you like Caleb? Do you enjoy his company?

I love Caleb; he is my other self. (Here Gray pauses and seems to listen to something for a moment.) Caleb says sometimes it is themselves mortals hate above all else.

I do not understand your kind at all.

Has it been difficult adapting to having someone else’s thoughts, especially those that contradict your own, as a part of your consciousness?

It was very strange at first. I think we have adapted well. We differ mainly on questions of when and where I am allowed to hunt demons, about which Caleb has many foolish notions.

If you could change one thing about Caleb, what would it be?

I would have him less concerned with this “SPECTR” and other mortal nonsense, and focus more on what is truly important: eating demons and having sexual relations with John.

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Um, thank you, Gray. I know that wasn’t as pleasurable as demon munching…or John munching for that matter, but we appreciate you being here today. :)

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Jordan L. Hawk

Warning: This Is An ALL Gray Area!

I was going to call this post “Interview With the Vampire,” but that one’s kind of been-there-done-that, so let’s talk drakuls, one in particular, and YOU get to do the interviewing!

I’m not sure if you’ve heard or not, but Jordan L. Hawk has another book coming out in the SPECTR series, the third book to be precise, called Reaper of Souls, and in honor of its imminent publication, she’s managed to convince Gray, Caleb Jansen’s incorporeal but entirely sentient demon-munching body-dweller, to answer some of your questions about, well, pretty much anything you can come up with.

All you have to do is leave your questions right here on this post. I’ll compile them all on June 23rd and send them to Jordan so she can get Gray’s answers. Hopefully, he’s feeling cooperative. You’ll find out on July 3rd! :)

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Dreamspinner Press, Lou Sylvre

Look Who’s Come For A Visit – It’s Lou Sylvre, And She’s Brought Some Special Guests With Her

As the author of the Vasquez and James books, I called a number of the characters together for a meeting because readers had been asking questions—questions I couldn’t answer—and I thought it was time to put their concerns to rest, once and for all. When I called to make arrangements, it seemed at first as if the plan would come off without a hitch. Sonny answered the phone.

“Sure, we’d love to,” Sonny said, after I explained about wanting to do a group interview. “Where did you want to meet?”

“Well, I was hoping you might be willing to come down to my place,” I said. “I’m just down here off Budd Inlet, near the Capitol.”

“Oh, yeah. Love that area! It’s a nice drive down the canal, too, and Kaholo’s never been that way…. I guess I’ll have to take the Merc, since it’s a little bigger. What with two extra men and Bear.”

“Perfect,” I said. “I have a couple of questions for Brian, too, and I’ve got a pretty good sized yard for Bear to investigate.”

Sonny laughed, that sweet, deep, rolling chuckle that always lightened my heart. “Okay, it’s all set, then. And if Bear digs holes I’ll make Luki go out and fill them in.”

But then, a distant, deep, scratchy, grouchy-sounding voice in the background. “Give me the phone, Sonny.”

Sonny must have put a hand over the mouthpiece, because his reply was muffled. “Luki, it’s just Lou. She wants us to meet at her place for an interview.”

“I am quite well aware that Ms. Sylvre is trying once again to manipulate our lives. Just give me the phone, please.”

“Fine. But we’ll talk about this later.” Then, into the receiver again, “Lou, Luki wants to talk to you.”

Next thing I know Luki was on the phone and growling at me. “No, we’re not coming to your house, Ms. Sylvre, and that’s final. We’re finally here at Sonny’s home—”

“Your home, Luki.”

“Right, my home, but that’s between Sonny and me. The point is in the entire plot of Finding Jackie you never let us be home for even a day. We’re here now, trying to recover, and we’re staying here. I mean, who the hell knows where you’ll send us next—could be fucking France or something.”

“Um.”

“Oh, don’t tell me! France? Really?”

I decided it might be wise to try to placate him. “Anyway, that’s fine, Luki. I’ll just come to your place again.”

***

And so here we were, once again on Sonny’s beautiful land by the Straits of Juan de Fuca, surrounded by forest. This time, though, we’re driven inside by a steady summer rain. It’s just cool enough, off the water in the shadow of the Olympics, to warrant a small fire in the wood stove in the living room, and we’ve gathered round the kitchen table with very good coffee steaming in our cups—except for Brian who has a glass of milk. Luki, to my surprise, is busy finishing up appetizer offerings. Already, we each have fluted, pedestaled, shallow carnival glass dish set before us with something he calls Aloha crisp—pineapple, bacon, nuts, coconut, and only Luki knows what else in there. He sets down a tray of mini-kebobs with pork, peppers, onion, and pineapple, and a mountain of rice-prickly glazed meatballs, each with its own toothpick handle, and finally he sits down in the seat next to me.

Everyone else is digging in and licking lips. Luki is watching me. I’m overwhelmed.

“Is everything all right, Ms. Sylvre? You need something?”

Yes, Luki, I think, I need to figure out how not to cry. “No, everything’s beautiful. I just didn’t expect it, that’s all. Perhaps you should have been a chef?”

An odd look crossed his face, and I wasn’t sure if he was wondering if I could get any stupider, or if he was touched by what I said. Sonny caught his eye, and that’s where Luki was looking when he answered. “My uncle taught me to cook. I enjoy it.”

“Thank you,” I said, remembering my manners.

“You’re welcome, Ms. Sylvre. Can we eat and get this questioning business over with at the same time?”

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LS: Okay, guys. I was going to interview you each one at a time, but I’ve decided that we’re all gathered around Luki’s beautiful pu-pu—

Luki: Watch it, Sylvre.

LS: Uh… Anyway we’ll just ask questions of the appropriate person as we come to them. First, a couple of questions from Traci.

Q: Sonny, what is something that you do on purpose to drive Luki nuts? Is it funny to see your favorite bad ass lose his shit over something?

Sonny: (Note that to his credit, Sonny did not look toward Luki to see if it was okay to speak.) Well, Lou and Traci, I hate to start off with a boring answer, but I really can’t think of much I do on purpose, although I do tease him about the bucket loads of sugar he puts in his coffee. And well, when he was in the hospital under the influence of pain medication, he was pretty easy to string along. That was kind of fun. He does kind of get all wound up about things when I change my mind suddenly, stuff like that, and its really cute. (Here, Luki inserted a silent eye roll.) But I don’t do that on purpose, I’m just being me. But, the thing is, I’d never drive him to seriously lose his shit on purpose. He needs to be in control, and it’s really hard on him when he’s not. The only times he’s ever totally lost his cool around me were not good memories. They were painful for both of us.

Q: Luki, Traci’s question for you is this: what is your favorite part of everyday life that you share with Sonny? Something that is small & simple that you never would have thought as being enjoyable.

Luki: (Luki looks at Sonny, eyes perceptibly wide with surprise, and when Sonny smiles at him, kebob juice dripping from his chin, Luki actually, clearly smiles back. It’s beautiful. Then Luki turns to me, ready to answer.) Ms. Sylvre, Traci has asked a very good question. Problem is it’s so hard to choose just one. I love seeing him next to me if by some miracle I wake up before he does; I love hearing the rattle of his looms when he’s working; I love seeing him go for his quick dip in the cold straits in the morning; I even love his off key singing as long as he’s in another room. But I guess if I have t choose a favorite, it would be our walks on the beach in the late afternoon, just the two of us and Bear. I can’t say why. It just makes me feel… maybe happy.

Q: Bluesimplicity has a a question for both of you, Luki and Sonny. What’s the most surprising thing you’ve each learned about yourself now that your married?

Sonny: This might sound silly, but I’ve been surprised to find out that I was lonely out here, before.

Luki: This is maybe cheating a bit, because I think I learned it before we were actually married, but it shocked the hell out of me to find out I like sleeping—I mean actually sleeping—with the man I love. I never had anybody sleep in my bed before Sonny.

Q: Jackie M. has questions for everybody. First, Sonny, she’d like to know how long you’re going to… um, now these are her words, okay? Not mine. How long are you going to let Luki make you wait for kids.

Sonny: Um… I never thought about kids, Jackie. I mean, I enjoy them. I just can’t see me… Well, I had Delsyn with me, of course, but I don’t think I did that great of a job. I had help, thank heaven, but… I never asked Luki about this either. Oh my god. How could I have married the man and never even thought about asking him…

Luki: Hey, baby. It’s okay. The nice reader didn’t mean any harm. Listen we’ll talk about it later, if you want, but there’s no problem here. ‘Kay?

Sonny: ‘Kay. I love you, Luki.

Q: Well, I’m sorry that turned out to be a much tougher question than I expected. Um, but while we’re on the subject—”

Luki: We’re not.

Q: Amy wants to know whether there are children in your future, Luki?

Luki: After you just made Sonny so miserable, you’re going to ask that? (Luki’s eyes are really quite disturbing when he’s glaring right at you. I almost peed.)

LS: Don’t shoot the messenger? (I meant that literally)

Kaholo: Now, Luki.

Luki: Alright, fine. I’m sure Amy meant no harm either. And just to shut up the subject, I’ll try to answer, for my part anyway. Here’s the thing. I have no idea how to be a father. Where would I ever have learned? If Sonny decides he wants kids, I’ll try to make myself into a parent, but although one part of me would love to raise a child, the greater share of my intelligence tells me that wouldn’t be kind. My mother—I know she was wonderful, especially before she got sick, but I barely remember that. And my father, well, I would never want to do that to a child. (I glance at Sonny and see he is nearly in tears. He reaches over and lays a hand on Luki’s shoulder. Luki doesn’t answer the look, but he does put his hand over Sonny’s and give it a squeeze.)

Brian: You had Kaholo.

Luki: (To my surprise, Luki doesn’t scold Brian or give him a fear-inspiring look, and Kaholo doesn’t respond. When Luki speaks, it’s to Brian.) Brian, Kaholo is the most wonderful uncle anyone can hope for, but he’s not my father. My dad loved me, but you know, that isn’t enough.

Q: Okay, Luki, on a lighter note, I hope, Jackie also wants to know if you might ever learn grass dancing to surprise Sonny?

Luki: (Bursts out in actual laughter.)

Kaholo: You know Luki did dance, when he was young, before…things happened. He was still learning but he was pretty good at it. If the readers want to go this You Tube video, it’s the kind of dancing he was learning:

Q: Kaholo that actually brings me to Jackie’s question for you. She’s wondering when you are going to find a nice woman and settle down.

Kaholo: Well, I am pretty settled down, and (He laughs his deep, bass laugh, and bobs his bushy eyebrows.) I do know some ‘nice’ women.

Q: Listen, Kaholo, I have a question here for Josh. Can we get him on the phone, do you think? (There’s a little fussing, Josh is in Nebraska with Jackie, who is still, understandably hospitalized, getting some intensive therapy. When he comes on the line, on speaker, I ask him Jackie’s question.) Josh, a reader named Jackie M. wants to know what you see yourself doing in the future, careerwise. Do you think you will follow in Luki’s footsteps?

Josh: No. Not in Luki’s footsteps. I don’t have whatever it is that takes. Right now I just want to get me and Jackie through high school—I’m almost done. Then I want to get a job, something physical. I like tools and things, and working outside.

LS: Thanks, Josh. You remind me of my brother. And speaking of brothers, Jackie M. also wants to get a message to your brother Jackie. She says, “I hope you work it all out, sweets.”

Josh: Tell her thank you, okay. I gotta get back. I’ll tell him.

Q: Carol wants you two, Sonny and Luki, to sum each other up in one word.

Luki: What the fu…?

Sonny: Honey that’s probably true but it’s more than one word.

LS: Stop it, you two. Carol is serious and it’s a very god question. But I don’t want you to influence each others answers. So I’m passing each of you a sticky note to write your answers. (It took them no time at all, they both scribbled their answers quickly and passed them back. Sonny’s said, “everything.” Luki’s, surprisingly said, ”sanctuary.”)

Q: Okay, moving along. (It had grown pin-drop quiet.) Amy also asked why you trim your toenails before sex, Sonny. She thinks it’s weird.

Sonny: (Sonny happened to be standing pouring more coffee, and his free hand went straight to his hip in indignation.) Not weird at all. I don’t want to scratch Luki with my toenails. You would do well to be considerate in that fashion as well, Amy!

Q: And that sort of leads us right into the next question, which Lisa couldn’t resist asking, she says. Luki, how long did it take for you to realize that when Sonny’s hand goes to his hip, you’re in big trouble?

Luki: (A surprised laugh bubbles out, even though Luki isn’t smiling.) Well, just look at him. It didn’t take me any time at all. I mean, formidable, right?

Q: Well this one, too, then, Luki, from Lisa. What’s the one thing Sonny does without even realizing he’s doing it that takes your breath away?

Luki: That’s hard to answer! There’s something during sex, but I’m pretty sure he knows. And then, well, there’s… oh, wait. He calls me ‘husband’. (Sonny turns purple and Luki’s chewing his lip.) I hope now that he knows he won’t stop, or become self-conscious. I love him so much.

Q: (I clear my throat and surreptitiously wipe my eyes.) Brian, this one is from Lisa for you, okay?

Brian: (Looks surprised.) Oh, okay.

LS: If you could wish for one thing and have that wish come true, what would it be?

Brian: (Smiling.) That’s easy. I would wish for Jackie Vasquez to be whole, healthy, and happy.

Q: Kaholo, the question for you is, what about Luki are you most proud of?

Kaholo: The question is difficult because I can think of nothing about him that doesn’t make me feel proud. But I guess we’re usually proud of those we love for doing things that are both good and difficult for them. The hardest thing, and also probably the best thing, that Luki has ever done, to my knowledge is learn to let Sonny love him. That wouldn’t be hard for everyone, but for him, monumental. And, proud? God yes I’m proud of Luki everyday. (Luki scratches head, clears his throat, chews his lip, and looks everywhere but at somebody. So suddenly he almost knocks his chair over, he gets up and says Bear needs a walk. As soon as he and Bear stepped out, Kaholo nodded and spoke up again.) Mission accomplished, eh?

Q: Sonny, Lisa wants to know what’s the most challenging thing about loving Luki?

Sonny: I have to name two things, sorry. I can’t pick one. First, he has a hard time accepting help no matter how badly he needs it. Second… well, sometimes I know he’s hurting, usually because of some memory or whatever, but he usually won’t share it. I just have to be there with him and trust that he knows that if he wants to tell, I’ll listen. Those are hard times.

Q: Sonny, one more, much easier, I hope. (Just then the screen door banged lightly and a damp Bear trotted past on his way to the fireside. Luki poured coffee for anyone who needed it before sitting down—even got Brian another glass of milk. He seemed completely recovered and made it a point to run a hand along Sonny’s shoulder on his way to his chair. He said nothing, so I went on with the question.) Lasha wants to know, Sonny, if you had it to do over again, big Hawaiian wedding, or Vegas.

Sonny: Oh, definitely Hawaii. I would do it again, and again, and again. It was wonderful.

Q: Sonny, I have two more questions for you. For this first one I’m going to have use my time turner and then wipe everyone’s memories, afterward.

Kaholo: What’s a time turner?

Brian: You have a time turner?

Luki: Where in the hell did you get a time turner?

Sonny: Wipe our memories?

(I put the time turner on the table, holding onto it with one hand to stop inquisitive or bratty grabbing, and told everyone to hold on to me. They grumbled and bitched, but they did it and that was a weird feeling in itself. Then I turned the turner, a lot, so that we ended up roughly 5.333 years in the future, after Luki’s cancer.)

Q: Sonny, Lisa asks, if you could weave a tapestry of Luki’s illness, chemo, and recovery, what colors would you use, and what would the image be?

Sonny: It would be so hard to crunch that whole experience down into one tapestry. Probably, I wouldn’t. But if I did, the colors would be, I think the ordinary colors of life. I weave pictorial tapestries, and this one would be no exception. The primary image would be a road, or a path, I think. In the foreground it would be dark, muted, winter. The dimension would be wide rather than tall. There would be obstacles, there might be comfortable resting places. But at some point the road would fork and one side would lead back into desolation, while the other would lead back into life. Not glory, but the colors of sunrise on the straits, out here. I suppose.

(I brought us back with the time turner, and wiped memories succinctly.)

Luki: Why are we all sad and don’t know why? And I asked you before, where did you get a time turner?

LS: Dumbledore of course.

Luki: Dumble…!

Q: Now if you don’t mind I have one more question Sonny. Anne wants to know something about your weaving.

Sonny: (Scrunches his eyebrows.) Seems familiar.

LS: (I clear my throat.) Anyway, Anne says, “I love the description of colors in your weaving and how you see colors. Now that you and Luki are married, what colors would you use to weave a piece that represents both of you together?

Sonny: Oh, what a sweet question. I think Anne and I would get along well. Hard to answer though. There would be a certain amount of simple comfort to it—maybe the deep blue of the sky around here in autumn, maybe for the refreshing and always surprising wakefulness, awareness that there is between us, that bright, light gold of morning on the water. But there would be fire too! I don’t weave with red anymore, but deep to bright oranges and yellows and the blue that you sometimes see at the base of a flame. Finally, the cool moonlight meadow where one comes to rest. The colors are “almost colors.” Silver light.

LS: Oh that’s beautiful, Sonny. Thanks. I have just—”

Luki: No. Absolutely not. (He’s actually holding his hand up right in my face.) It just so happens, Ms. La-di-dah Sylvre, that I too have been in touch with Jackie M. and Lisa. So we’re going to get some straight answers from you! First, when is there going to be another book in the series?

LS: Hopefully this year. I’m waiting to hear from the publisher. And let me tell you, Mr. La-di-dah Vasquez, you are not having much fun in that book.

Luki: Why you little—

Kaholo and Sonny: Luki!

Luki: Fine. Well listen to what else Jackie wants to know. If you could learn a skill from Sonny or me, would you want to be the… hm hm, hardass… Luki Vasquez, or would you be the artistic Sonny Bly.

LS: It’s a difficult choice. Sonny is, I’m sure you’ll agree, so extraordinary. And I’ve done some art things and enjoyed them. But I could never live up to that beauty and grace. No, I’d like to play with guns for a living and know how to knock someone over with a finger or a mean look. I’d like to be a Luki Vasquez.

Luki: Of course you would. Well, one more. Lisa wants to know what is the one thing that happened as you’ve been writing the series that completely shocked you when you wrote it because you didn’t see it coming.

LS: I cannot pick one thing, sorry Lisa and Luki. The characters have surprised me at every turn. There is one thing that was most surprising to me, but it hasn’t yet been published, so I’m going to keep mum on that one. In the meantime, I’ll name something about Sonny, and something about Luki. In regard to Sonny, when he revealed his history, including but not limited to the stint in prison, it left me completely confounded. For Luki, I think I’d have to say the bit that is revealed about his youthful forays into the world of man-sex in Finding Jackie. In both those cases, I spent some time arguing before I agreed they needed to be in the story.

Luki: I knew I shouldn’t have told you that shit. You just ran with it didn’t you?

LS: Luki, it made the story make more sense. And it made me love you more. So shut up. I have one more question from Lisa for both you and Sonny. Where do you go from here?

(They answer at the same time)

Sonny: Bed.

Luki: To get a hamburger.

(Sonny’s mouth opens, and his hand rests on his hip.)

Luki: After bed, I mean. Or before if you prefer. Or hell, we can get the hamburger and have hamburgers in bed… Or no hamburger… Or… Whatever you want sweetie, really….

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Dreamspinner Press, Lou Sylvre

Lou Sylvre Is Bringing Luki, Sonny, Kaholo, and Brian Over For A Visit This Week!

And she’d like to know if you have any questions for her guys. If you do, you’ll need to act quickly because she’ll need time to interview them and get their answers typed up and sent to us to post, so no dawdling! :-D

Click HERE to be directed to Lou’s Facebook Author Page and ask away, and guess what?! If you ask a question or two, you’ll automatically be entered for a chance to win a $15 gift card for Dreamspinner Press! That’s good stuff, yeah? Go. Ask. Be nosy and it just might pay off!

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