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Character Interview and Giveaway: The World As He Sees It Blog Tour with A.M. Arthur

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Please join us in welcoming author A.M. Arthur today on the tour for her latest novel The World As He Sees It. Enjoy the character interview with Gabe Henson, and then be sure to click on the Rafflecopter widget below to enter for the chance to win a Grand Prize Goodie Basket, featuring 1 signed paperback of The Truth As He Knows It, 1 signed paperback of The World As He Sees it, plus a bunch of other goodies (notebooks, cute post-it’s, etc…).

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Hi, A.M., thank you for agreeing to this interview. Before we get to Gabe, tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

AM: Hello! I’m a contemporary m/m romance author (who occasionally dips into paranormal). I hail from the Eastern Shore of Maryland, equal distances from beaches and corn fields, and I currently share my apartment with two rascals of kitties.

My current book, The World As He Sees It, is the second in my Perspectives series with Samhain Publishing. It’s Tristan and Gabe’s book, and anyone who read the first Perspectives knows why Tristan is super special. He has severe short term memory loss, which prevents him from living a fully realized life. Gabe spends all of his time and money taking care of his alcoholic mother, which prevents him, also, from living a fully realized life. I’m so excited for readers to finally get their story.


Q: What do you find attractive in a man?

Gabe: Certain physical things will always be a turn on, I won’t lie about that. I mean, one of my jobs requires being naked with some of the best looking men on the planet. But other than being fit, I love a guy’s eyes. Eyes can tell you so much about a person. Also confidence. Knowing what you want and going for it, and I’m not just talking about in bed. In life too.

Q: What’s the first thing that went through your head when you saw Tristan?

Gabe: The first thing I thought was “I want to hug him.” It’s weird, I know, but our first meeting was pretty unusual, because he was freaking out and upset, and I didn’t know how to help him. All I knew was that I wanted to hug him and make it better. When I saw him again, a month later, the first thing I thought was “holy shit, he is as beautiful as I remember.”

Q: Do you think you’ll insist the author visits you again?

Gabe: I won’t insist, but I think Tristan will. His recovery is an ongoing, never-ending thing, and he’ll want the future reassurance that things are okay with us.

Q: Before you met Tristan, what was your ideal man?

Gabe: Hot and hung. Before Tristan, I wasn’t looking for anything serious or long-term. I had too much going on at the time, and I’d been hurt pretty badly by the one relationship I tried. So mostly I wanted sex, and I found a way to get good, regular sex with a lot of hot, hung men. I never realized Tristan was my ideal guy until I met him.

Q: You’re going out for dinner. What’s your favorite food?

Gabe: I’m so glad Tristan isn’t here to say sausage and try to make me blush. That’s his favorite thing lately. My own personal favorite food is my Dad’s homemade vegetable lasagna, but I don’t go out for that exactly. If I’m choosing a restaurant, it’s because I know they make a good steak. A medium-rare steak with blue cheese and a baked potato is heaven on a plate.


The World as He Sees ItBlurbLove knows no limits…but fear could keep them from seeing it.

Gabe lives a double life. As Gabriel Henson, he works multiple jobs to support his remorseless, alcoholic mother. As Tony Ryder, he does internet porn for extra cash and regular safe sex without complications.

Yet when he encounters a scared young man freaking out in a night club, he’s compelled to reach out. Ever since then, the memory of that young man has haunted him.

Tristan Lavelle lives his life thirty minutes at a time. After a traumatic brain injury three years ago, he gets through his day recording his life in spiral notebooks and sticky note reminders.

A month after Tristan’s embarrassingly public meltdown, another chance meeting with Gabe sparks a warm, emotionally fulfilling email relationship. Both men crave more, but fear of the next step stands between them.

Until Tristan gets the opportunity to take part in a clinical trial that could improve his memory—if the side effects don’t kill him. But for Tristan, the possibility of a real life with Gabe is worth any risk…

Buy Links: Samhain Publishing || Amazon || ARe


Author BioAbout the author: A.M. Arthur was born and raised in the same kind of small town that she likes to write about, a stone’s throw from both beach resorts and generational farmland.  She’s been creating stories in her head since she was a child and scribbling them down nearly as long, in a losing battle to make the fictional voices stop.  She credits an early fascination with male friendships (bromance hadn’t been coined yet back then) with her later discovery of and subsequent love affair with m/m romance stories.

When not exorcising the voices in her head, she toils away in a retail job that tests her patience and gives her lots of story fodder.  She can also be found in her kitchen, pretending she’s an amateur chef and trying to not poison herself or others with her cuisine experiments.

Contact her at am_arthur@yahoo.com with your cooking tips (or book comments).

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Guest Post and Giveaway: The Summer Season Blog Tour with Rebecca Cohen

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We’re pleased to have author Rebecca Cohen with us today on the Summer Season Blog Tour. Enjoy the character interview with Stuart, and then be sure to click on the Rafflecopter widget below for the chance to win a $20 gift card for Amazon or ARe or 2 ebooks from Rebecca’s back catalogue (excluding Summer Season). Giveaway closes 21st October 2015.

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  • You’re back home from studying in London. How are you coping with leaving the big city behind?
  • What can I say? It’s nice to come home for a visit, and my mum’s great, but I’ve always planned to head back to London. The opportunities are broader in London, and I want to use the PhD I spent so long working on. Being back in Cornwall, and being by the sea is giving me time to recharge and stop my bank account bleeding completely dry. Hanging out at the Minack Theatre is always fun, and there are other incentives since there’s usually a few friendly members of the amateur dramatics groups who travel down to put on a play.
  • What did you really feel when you first set eyes on Ryan?
  • Ryan is seriously gorgeous, with his blond curls and cheek bones that scream to be licked. I must admit he struck me as being a bit shallow, but I jumped to a conclusion I had no right to. I might have called him a stuck up London ponce.
  • Favourite childhood memory?
  • Mum used to take me to the Minack several times during the summer, but my first vivid memory of the place was when I was about seven. I don’t remember the play, but I remember a pod of dolphins stealing the show as the sun set.
  • Ideal date?
  • No such things as an ideal date – it really depends on who you’re with. No point taking someone who’s really uncomfortable eating at posh restaurants to the Ivy and likewise, if you’ve got someone who hates heights, then it’s best to avoid the London Eye – I learnt that one the hard way!
  • One thing from your back story the reader won’t know from reading the book?
  • I played trumpet at school. My mum always said I was full of hot air. Mind you, none of my partners have ever complained about my blowing technique *grin*


SummerSeasonFSBlurb: A Treading Boards Novella

A trip down to Cornwall is just what Ryan Penniford needs to recover from the daily grind of London life. Ryan and his amateur dramatics society, the Sarky Players, are traveling to Porthcurno to perform at the stunning Minack Theatre.

Stuart Box has returned to Cornwall after earning his PhD, and is killing time as he looks for a job back in London. Spending time with Ryan from the Sarky Players is a great way to take his mind off things.

During their first meeting, sparks fly, but not in a good way, and they must work to get past their initial hostilities to discover they have great off-stage chemistry. Stuart soon learns Ryan is not the superficial man people assume he is, and Stuart likes what he sees. The feeling is entirely mutual.

Pity Ryan is only visiting for two weeks, but both men want to see where this holiday romance might take them.

Buy Links: Dreamspinner | Amazon | All Romance | Barnes & Noble | Chapter One Excerpt


Rebecca CohenRebecca Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left London behind and now lives with her husband and baby son in Basel, Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of Darjeeling in the other.

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Character Interview and Giveaway: The Texas Wedding Blog Tour with RJ Scott

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We’re so pleased to welcome author RJ Scott to The Novel Approach today, on the Texas Wedding blog tour. Enjoy RJ’s guest post, an interview with Robbie, and then be sure to click on the Rafflecopter widget below to enter for the chance to win a $15 Gift Card at Amazon or ARe, winner’s choice, and two additional runner-up opportunities to win an e-book from RJ’s backlist.

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In Texas Wedding there is a moment towards the end that will make sense if you read the book. However, I wanted you to see what five characters thought of the main couple Jack and Riley, and Sean decided to help by interviewing them.

Texas Wedding is only possible because SCOTUS supported same sex marriage. Thank you SCOTUS. Love is love.



Robbie took the offered seat. If he had a choice he wouldn’t be here at all. The idea of talking about himself or opening up his heart for any reason scared the shit out him.

“You okay?” Sean asked.

How did he answer that loaded question? Not for the first time he wished Eli was in here with him.

“Yeah,” Robbie lied instead.

“And you’re okay with this interview?”

“It was all explained, go for it.”

“I just want your thoughts about Riley and Jack.”

Robbie had spent the last few days wondering what the hell to say when it came to his turn in front of the camera.

“Jack’s a good boss,” he began. Tick one in the list of things he was going to say. “And he loves horses. He’s a cowboy in his heart.” That sounded a lot more flowery than he’d intended.

Sean nodded his approval. “Like you,” he said, and pressed a hand to his chest. “A cowboy inside here.”

“Yeah. And Riley, him and Jack are happy.” Robbie shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Since falling in love with Eli things had changed in his life. He could admit to having emotions, he could be honest and let some of those sentiments free. He just didn’t want to say the wrong thing and ruin this whole damn video.

“What about their family. Tell me about them.”

Robbie brightened. Now that he could do. “Their eldest, Hayley, she’s a sweetheart, and the twins, Connor and Lexie, they’re so alike in some ways and so different in others. I remember when the twins were born, and when Max moved to live here. Max has autism; he’s a special kid, and Jack and Riley are the best parents.”

Sean sat back in his chair. “So do you have a message for the viewers of this film?”

“That Jack and Riley, and the kids, are a family.”

Sean tilted his head, clearly expecting more.

Robbie cleared his throat. “What else do I need to say. Family is everything and there is a whole lot of love in that house. Never seen two men more in love, and they love their kids, and they’ll be together forever.”

That was a lot more flowery than he’d thought he’d manage.

“Thank you,” Sean said.

“Am I done now?” Robbie was once more incredibly uncomfortable. Eli was going to have a field day with this when he saw it. Never seen two men more in love? What the hell made him say that? When he only had to see him and Eli in the mirror to see the same love.

Robbie and Eli’s story begins in Texas Heat


Texas 7Blurb: Sometimes Riley and Jack have to be the ones to fight other people’s battles and stand up for what is right.

With the life changing prospect of a yes vote from SCOTUS on the issue of same sex marriage, Riley and Jack realise they have decisions to make. Add in some distressing family news and the very real possibility that old secrets may resurface, and this last book in the Texas series pulls together as many threads as the boys can manage to handle.

But through all the ups and the downs, children, family events, laughter, and tears, there is nothing as special as the forever love between these two men.

The full book list:

Book 1 – The Heart of Texas

Book 2 – Texas Winter

Book 3 – Texas Heat

Book 4 – Texas Family

Book 5 – Texas Christmas

Book 6 – Texas Fall

Book 7 – Texas Wedding


RJ ScottAbout the Author: RJ Scott has been writing since age six, when she was made to stay in at lunchtime for an infraction involving cookies. She was told to write a story and two sides of paper about a trapped princess later, a lover of writing was born.

As an avid reader herself, she can be found reading anything from thrillers to sci-fi to horror. However, her first real true love will always be the world of romance where she takes cowboys, bodyguards, firemen and billionaires (to name a few) and writes dramatic and romantic stories of love and passion between these men.

With over seventy titles to her name and counting, she is the author of the award winning book, The Christmas Throwaway. She is also known for the Texas series charting the lives of Riley and Jack, and the Sanctuary series following the work of the Sanctuary Foundation and the people it protects.

Her goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.

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Character Interview and Giveaway: The Hostage Blog Tour with Cheryl Headford


Please join us in welcoming author Cheryl Headford to The Novel Approach today, on the Hostage blog tour. Enjoy the character interview with Rowan Gabriel that Cheryl’s chosen to share with you, and then be sure to click on the Rafflecopter widget below for the chance to win a copy of the book.

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Q: What or who is the greatest love of your life?

Rowan: That’s one I don’t need to think about. Astrin Raphael. It’s crazy how far we’ve swung. I hated him for so long, and looking back I have no idea why. It’s so strange to think that I hated him for so much longer than I’ve loved him. I’m working on that one.

Q: What is your favourite journey?

Rowan: Well, this is a no–brainer also. The journey Astrin and I took into the heart of enemy country to rescue his father and my uncle. Again with hindsight I can hardly believe it ever happened. Was I really that stupid to get caught up with Astrin’s whole ‘vision’ think? It could all have ended in disaster but, even with the danger, the uncertainty, and almost losing Astrin, it was absolutlely the time of my life. We camped, we partied, we got caught up in a revolution, we spent the night in a tent city in the desert. I’ve never felt so alive.

Q: What is your most marked characteristic?

Rowan: My temper, I guess. And my impulsiveness. According to my uncle they’re a dangerous combination, and they’ve got me into trouble more than once.

Q: When and where were you the happiest?

Rowan: Here and now. *Glances over at Astrin, who’s talking animatedly to some of the guys. A look of dreamy intensity crosses Rowan’s face, until Astrin glances up and they both freeze for a moment. Astrin looks away first, a delicate blush colouring his pale face* Yeah. Right here. Right now.

Q: What is it that you most dislike?

Rowan: Stupid people. Really, I’ve got no patience for stupidity. Or people who want to spoil things for others. *Glances at Astrin* Okay, yeah, I was one of those, but… Actually, I was stupid and I wanted to spoil things for someone else, but Astrin saved me from myself.

Q: What is your greatest fear?

Rowan: That I lose Astrin. My whole world turned upside down when he came into my life. Everything changed and without him I’d be lost. I gave up everything for him, and gladly, but without him where would I go? What would I do?

Q: Tell me something about Astrin

Rowan: He’s amazing. I can hardly believe that when all this started he was only seventeen. It’s always been easy to forget he’s almost two years younger than I am. He’s the one with the level head, with all the resourcefulness. He’s always so calm and sensible, and it’s amazing how he always seems to know exactly the right thing to say and do. *Rowan chuckles* House Gabriel is supposed to be the one that has the gifts with diplomacy and leadership. I think in this case, Astrin got all my share of that, as well as all his Raphael sweetness.

Q: What is your greatest regret?

Rowan: That Astrin was hurt because of me. I was such a blind, angry fool. I wouldn’t listen to anyone but my anger, and it took Astrin almost dying for me to realize how stupid and wrong I was. I treated him appallingly in the first days. He was lost, confused and ill, and I abused him. I convinced him he was a bad person, that he was worthless, when absolutely the opposite was true. I’m utterly ashamed of how I acted and I’m in awe that Astrin was able to get past that so quickly and completely. He’s the best person I know.

Q: Which living person do you most admire?

Rowan: Apart from Astrin, my uncle Charles. He’s always looked out for me, and has had a far clearer vision of what I am and what I could become, than I have. He was our greatest champion because he could see that Astrin was the one who brought me to my full potential, as I do to him.

Q: What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

Rowan: Chastity *Grins*

Q: On what occasions do you lie?

Rowan: Astrin hates lying. I’m more…open minded. Lying has its place. Even Astrin lies sometimes, but only when he absolutely has to, usually in a diplomatic way. As far as I know Astrin has never lied to me. Have I lied to him? Um….

Q: Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

Rowan: *Glances at Astrin and chuckles* You’re such hard work, Raphael.

Q: What is your motto?

Rowan: Motto? I don’t think I have a motto. I guess it would be something like ‘Grab life by the throat and try not to put your foot in it’

*Astrin appears at his side and burrows under his arm. “Maybe you’d do better with something like ‘Think before you act’*

Well yeah, but that might take away my impulsive charm.

*Astrin reaches up to pat his cheek* “Don’t worry. I’ll always find you charming.”


HostageLGBlurb: Astrin Raphael wakes up in a strange place, frightened and confused. He is told to trust someone who seems to hate him, and he tries—he really tries. However, things change rapidly when he discovers his friend is actually his archenemy, Rowan Gabriel, whose abusive behavior stems from a deeply ingrained, if unwarranted, hatred over something that happened many years before, and simply wasn’t Astrin’s fault.

When Rowan’s uncle and Astrin’s father are kidnapped by Strebo Michael, the two crown princes are catapulted into an adventure that forces them to work together, and along the way their feelings for each other grow. Rowan is quick to let his hate go, but Astrin can’t release his inhibitions. It takes Astrin almost dying from a poisoned dagger before he finally accepts Rowan’s love.

When they return home, their problems continue as their Houses try to negotiate a way for the young men to be together. It soon becomes clear at least one of them will need to relinquish his throne.

Buy Links: Harmony Ink Press (ebook) || Harmony Ink Press (Paperback) || Amazon US || Amazon UK || All Romance eBooks


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Cheryl Headford was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was sixteen, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry, and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.

Cheryl has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews, and cousin, and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.

Later in life, Cheryl became the storyteller for a reenactment group who traveled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.

It was there she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.

In present times, Cheryl lives in a terraced house in the Valleys with her son, dog, hamster, and two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. She’s never been happier since she was made redundant and is able to devote herself entirely to her twin loves of writing and art.

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Countdown to GRL 2015 – Character Interview and Giveaway with Tara Lain

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Today we’re so pleased to continue the countdown to GayRomLit 2015 celebration with Tara Lain and the guys from her new novel Knave of Broken Hearts. We put together a little interview with Jim Carney and Ken Tenaka, and Tara is also offering the chance for one reader to win an e-copy of Book One in her Love in Laguna series, Knight of Ocean Avenue.

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TNA: Hi, Jim and Ken, welcome to TNA. I know Tara usually fields all the promo for her books, so does it feel a little weird for you two be here with her readers to talk about yourselves? Who had to talk who into doing it, or were you both on board from the start?

Jim: *Jim shuffles his feet* Ken definitely had to talk me into this gig, but he explained that it would be good for Tara’s novel if we agreed to talk to you, so here I am.

Ken: *Ken puts a slim hand on Jim’s shoulder* He’s shy but he’d do anything to come through for a friend. As for me, well I’m so happy to get to work out my shit with my family, I’ll tell the world.

TNA: Speaking of weird, does it feel a little strange to know you guys are the subject of an entire novel about how you met and got together? What was the strangest part of the entire storytelling process for you?

Jim: *Jim shrugs* It got me off my ass and made me look at myself. Hard but worth it. *He threads his fingers through Ken’s*

Ken: I’m Japanese. We’re not used to opening our kimonos in public, so this whole experience was weird. But look how well it came out.

TNA: So, Jim, we already know you’re a big fan of Yaoi. What do you love about it?

Jim: Yaoi was Hiro’s thing first. He was my closest friend. Looking back, I realize it was an easy way to get me comfortable with gay sex. But the thing I loved most was the yaoi hero who looked like Ken. He really turned me on. Man, that guy was real to me. I’d never seen anything so beautiful or so sexy. Then, of course, I saw Ken in the flesh and that did it. He looked just like that character – but better. I knew I couldn’t hide anymore.

Ken: But did you notice that in his dream scenario the guy who looks like me is the uke (bottom) and the character who resembles Jim is the seme (top)? I don’t know how he worked that one out?

Jim: Oh come on, you know you love it.

Ken: *grinning* Ya think?

TNA: Have you ever been to YaoiCon before? If so, what’s the atmosphere like? Do you have plans to take Ken sometime?

Jim: No, I’ve never been, but I have to confess I’d just as soon keep Ken close to home. Exposing him to a lot of gorgeous Asian guys would probably turn me green with jealousy.

TNA: This year is the first time you guys will be attending GayRomLit. What made you decide this was the event and the right year to attend it?

Ken: *Ken adjusts his shirtsleeves* As you know, Tara’s been going to GRL since the first event. She loves the conference and loves seeing all the people who support gay romance. She’s told us so much about it, we can’t wait to go. I mean, she’s had some other guys with her in former years, but this is our GRL. I think Tara’s readers are going to like us best.

TNA: Are there any authors you’re most excited to meet? What are some of your favorite books in the genre?

Ken: Tara’s got a lot of favorites, but she has breakfast a lot with ZA Maxfield and KC Burn. I know these authors really help her and inspire her, so I look forward to meeting them. Plus, ZAM wrote a book called Drawn Together with an Asian hero who looks like a girl. I can relate.

TNA: Have you looked over the schedule of events? What are you most looking forward to attending?

Jim: Tara keeps talking about this big reader party she’s going to be throwing with a bunch of other authors. Readers will be guessing little known facts about the authors and winning prizes. Sounds like fun to me!

TNA: Given the historic ruling handed down by the Supreme Court on June 26th, what were your feelings the moment you heard? Were you together when the news broke?

Jim/Ken: Of course, we’re from California, so we’ve been planning a wedding with a whole helluva lot of help from my mother since we moved in together. But realizing that our marriage will assure our status and that of the children my mother so desperately wants us to have in every state is a huge relief to both of us.

TNA: One last question, then, for the readers who can’t attend GRL this year, and for the readers who’ll be there in San Diego with us. Would you consider sharing a short excerpt from your book? Maybe one of your favorite scenes, and telling us a little bit about what makes it so special?

Jim: Okay, I’m going to share a scene that’s really hard for me. It’s a moment that I’d like to forget – but I’m grateful it happened or maybe I would never have realized how much Ken meant to me. Here it is —


Except: Shit, the old man couldn’t even know what his plan would do to Jim. He just thought he was arranging Jim’s life for him, and he knew Jim would hate that. No way he could understand he was condemning Jim to misery and breaking his heart. Sweet Jesus, he’d be so happy if he knew.

He dropped his head on the steering wheel. Ken. Oh God, Ken.

Come on, he won’t miss you. He’ll move on in one day.

He picked up his phone and held it against his chest. But I won’t.

A tapping on the truck’s window brought his head up, and he stared into a flashlight. Behind it he could just make out the security guard from the gate. He rolled the window a couple of inches. “Yeah.”

“No loitering in this vicinity. Would you please move on?”

The top of his head exploded. “Fuck you!” He smashed his fist against the window, the edge of the phone caught the glass just right and cracked it into a spiderweb of pieces, as the perfect pain seared up his arm, into his shoulder, and out though his brain. He cranked the key, stomped the gas, and pulled out as a Porsche wheeled around the corner. The Porsche skidded to the side as Jim floored it, and the old truck showed it was pissed too as it sailed down the road toward the ocean, leaving the sports car driver leaning on his horn. His hand hung at his side. Oh shit, that hurts. Hurts. Good.

I could go to Ken’s. He’d fix it. I could tell him everything. Maybe he’d fix that too? His hand trembled. Why would he do that? Take on the chairman and board member of the club he loves? Take on a doctor who could ruin his career? For a casual date with no future? Shit, why?

He could practically hear the discomfort in Ken’s voice, feel his embarrassment at having to tell Jim that no way was he wrecking his life for a quick lay.

Before he could crap out, he switched the phone to his left hand on the wheel and pushed the speed dial number. He heard the ringing.

Ken sounded happy. “Hi, baby, on your way to see me? I made some salads. I know, you hate anything healthy, but I promise to slather them with blue cheese.”

“Can’t. Can’t come. I’m so sorry. Family matter.”

“Oh hell. I’m really sad not to see you, but I sure know about family. Can we get together tomorrow night?”

“No. No. I’m going to be tied up. Oh God, tied up for a while, quite a while.” Bile rose up his throat, and somehow his face got wet.

“Jim, are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just hurt my hand. But I’m fine. Thanks. Thanks for everything.”

“Jim, wait—”

“Can’t.” He clicked off, pulled to the side of PCH, jumped out, and puked his guts all over the scrub grass beside the highway that led to Crystal Cove.


Knave of Broken HeartsBlurb: Jim Carney has a full time job—running from himself. Since he walked out on his wealthy family at sixteen because he’d wrecked his best friend’s life over some yaoi graphic novels, Jim has lived a macho, blue-collar existence of too much booze and too little responsibility. Then Billy Ballew, the man Jim most admires, gives Jim a chance to come through as his construction supervisor. For once, Jim is determined to make someone proud. Then Jim goes in for a physical for his new job, and his yaoi dream comes to life in the form of cardiologist Ken Tanaka. Jim discovers he has two heart problems—a wonky mitral valve and a serious attraction to his doctor. But Ken is a major player, and Jim might be just a notch on the doc’s stethoscope. To Ken, Jim is unforgettable—but the living embodiment of his traditional family’s worst nightmares. How come the minute Jim decides to be responsible, he finds himself taking care of his kid brother, getting a proposal from a wealthy woman, making a deal with the devil, and winding up in the hospital—when all he really wants is the Knave of Broken Hearts?

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Tara LainAbout the Author: Tara Lain, like so many novelists, wrote her first book at five. Writing ability got her through college when there wasn’t enough time in the day, and, shortly thereafter, it became a marketable skill. Very early in life, people started paying her to write — scripts for industrial films, brochures, magazine articles on semiconductors. She became a really successful non-fiction “ghost-writer”.

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KnightofOceanAvenueBlurb: How can you be twenty-five and not know you’re gay? Billy Ballew runs from that question. A high school dropout, barely able to read until he taught himself, Billy’s life is driven by his need to help support his parents as a construction worker, put his sisters through college, coach his Little League team, and not think about being a three-time loser in the engagement department. Being terrified of taking tests keeps Billy from getting the contractor’s license he so desires, and fear of his mother’s judgment blinds Billy to what could make him truly happy.

Then, in preparation for his sister’s big wedding, Billy meets Shaz—Chase Phillips—a rising-star celebrity stylist who defines the word gay. To Shaz, Billy embodies everything he’s ever wanted—stalwart, honest, brave—but even if Billy turns out to be gay, he could never endure the censure he’d get for being with a queen like Shaz. How can two men with so little in common find a way to be together? Can the Stylist of the Year end up with the Knight of Ocean Avenue?



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Bey Deckard, Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Urban Fantasy, Self-Published

Character Interview With Captain Baltsaros, Tom, and Jon – The Baal’s Heart series by Bey Deckard


In what I can assure you is one of the most interactive interviews ever done here at The Novel Approach, I’m happy to bring Bey Deckard to you today. Or, rather, Captain Baltsaros, Tom, and Jon of the pirate ship Baal’s Heart, in anticipation of the April 11, 2015 release of Fated: Blood and Redemption, Book Three of the Baal’s Heart trilogy.

There’s a reason Caged and Sacrificed made my list of Best Reads of 2014, not the least of which is the charm of the three characters who make this series all it is. To know them truly is to love them.

So, without further ado, here they are, the captain, Tom, and Jon.


TNA: Gentlemen, thanks to you for agreeing to answer a few questions for me. I have to confess to feeling a bit intimidated by this interview, so let’s start with an easy question and see where it goes from there.

Will you introduce yourselves (or each other) to the readers who may not know you yet?

B: *laughs* There’s no need to feel intimidated, my dear. I assure you that we’re all on our best behaviour. *leans forward in his chair* Lisa, is it? May I call you Lisa?

TNA: Oh, Captain… you may call me anything you wish, but Lisa will do just fine. *winks*

T: *chuckles but stops at a look from the captain*

B: *inclining his head in a little bow* Lisa, it’s very nice to meet you. I’m Captain Baltsaros, captain of the pirate ship Baal’s Heart. We’re honoured to have been invited to speak with you. *smiles and leans back, hands clasped loosely in his lap* Now… let me introduce you to the two young men I have with me. On my left, trying to affect an air of disinterest, is Jon. More recently, Captain Jon Black.

J: *laughs* Well… Not captain anymore, but thank you for that. Pleased to meet you, Lisa. I’m not acting “disinterested”. I’m just… well, I’m not exactly sure what I’m supposed to be saying.

T: Yer supposed to say yer how-do-ye-do’s, love. Then ye bloody answer all the nice lady’s questions smartly, like a good lad… aye? *shifts in place patting at his trousers looking for something*

J: *rolls eyes* Don’t mind Tom. He’s chafing a little because the captain made him put on a shirt.

T: *snorts*

B: A little decorum goes a long way, Tom. Lisa, I apologize for my first mate. Though he’s the only one of us with legitimate noble beginnings, he enjoys playing the savage.

T: Thomas Hinchliffe of Averdown the Fourth. *side eyes Baltsaros before looking back at Lisa* Pleased to make yer acquaintance, I’m sure. How’s that for bloody decorum?

J: *choking* What? Where in the hells did that come from?

B: *laughs*

T: It’s my bloody name, ducky. *finds what he was looking and pulls a match out of his pocket*

J: I’m sorry, but you hate it when your mother calls you anything but Tom. The look you gave her—wait, the fourth? So your dad was… Ohh… is that why you don’t like being called… *trails off at a scowl from Tom*

T: D’ye mind if I smoke here, lovey? *pulls a slim cigar out from behind his ear and holds it up*

TNA: *gapes* Erm… well… *clears throat* Yes, please, be my guest.

Jon, Tom, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well. Tom, I had no idea you were a member of the nobility. *desperately shuffles notes* And Jon, he doesn’t like to be called what? You can’t just leave readers hanging like that. I mean, you can, but you won’t… will you?

J: Oh, well he just doesn’t like it when his mother calls him “Thomas”. I figured it’s just because he likes being an ass, but… it’s got to do with your dad, right? *furrows brows as he looks at Tom*

T: Aye, the name don’t sit right with me for a couple’a reasons, love, that bein’ one of them. The gutless bastard that put me in my ma’s belly is Lord Thomas. I’m no coward like he was. Let’s just stick with Tom, aye? *holds the match to the end of his cheroot and puffs it to get it lit, then goes to drop it on the ground but stops at a soft noise from the captain*

Sorry. *balances the charred match on his knee*

B: *shakes his head and hands Tom the cup of water he’d been drinking from to use as an ashtray* We seem to have hijacked your interview, Lisa. Apologies,please… continue.

TNA: How are all three of you doing after your last adventure, especially you, Captain?

B: I’m recovering, thank you. *the words are said politely, but his expression is a little grim, and Tom and he share a look*

J: *staring down at his hands, face pale* Fine.

T: Aye, we’re fine, missy. It ain’t peaches and rainbows, but we’re gettin’ on the way we do.

B: Indeed we are. *the look he gives Jon is both worried and fond, and Jon lifts his head with a wan smile when he notices Baltsaros watching*

TNA: What are some things you know for sure about the three of you that you didn’t know even a few months ago?

J: *brightens* Tom’s name for one…

T: Don’t make me regret I told ye. *the words are a playful growl, and he blows out a plume of smoke*

J: *laughs* Ok… Sorry, Lisa. Let me think… Things we know for sure… Ummm. Do you mean things we learned about ourselves? Or about each other?

TNA: *grins* Please, do you think I ever have this much fun doing interviews? So, how about if we say a little of both? The roles have changed a bit for all three of you, in your relationship as well as on board ship, yeah? Are you all three comfortable with where you are now, especially in, shall we say, private?

J: Oh. *face reddening a little, he scrubs a hand through his curls and glances over at Tom*

T: For lord’s sake, love! It’s not like she’s askin’ to see yer pecker. *laughs*

TNA: Well, a lady would never ask, but a woman… There’s no telling what we’re apt to ask for. *grins*

J: *stares wide-eyed at Lisa for a moment, then his face splits into a self-conscious grin as he looks down at his hands, slowly shredding the hem of his shirt.*

B: *smirks at Jon and then turns to Lisa with a graceful smile* Things have… changed, yes. I think it’s fair to say that the roles we have both in public and private have shifted in just the past year. While Tom remains my first mate, he and I are much closer thanks to Jon. Jon’s role aboard changed following my… ah… mental lapse, and he continues to function as a failsafe for me in his role of quartermaster. *his smile becomes a little self-conscious* I now know for certain that I obviously need to relinquish control more oft—

T: Ha!

B: —en. *shakes his head at Tom, but he’s still smiling.*

J: I know that both of you learned basic human concepts like “trust” and “lo—

T: Bloody hells! Why d’ye two have to be so fuckin’ meaningful all the godsdamned time? *laughs and then leans forward in his chair, brow furrowed and blue-green eyes mischievous* Lisa, lovey, what I know for certain now that wasn’t bloody apparent before… is that Jon, feeble li’l fucker that he once was, is a right demon when it comes to givin’ me a deep dickin’—

J: Tom!

B: *sits back looking amused*

T: Lemme finish, lad. The lady asked for private, so I’m givin’ her bloody private, savvy? Sorry… where was I? Aye… when Jon’s balls-deep, he can be a real devil, every bit o’ rough that my da is and—*looks over at Baltsaros with a grin*—Da here, can be every bit o’ soft that Jonny-boy can be. It’s a bloody miracle, as far as I’m concerned. If ye ask me, I’m the one who got the best out of this deal. What d’ye think, love? *winks at Lisa*

TNA: Me? *laughs* I think you just changed me from a lady to a woman with one answer, you charming scoundrel. *winks back*

T: *waggles his brows and slouches back in this chair, puffing on the end of his cigar*

B: So, Tom, you’re saying that what you just said isn’t “meaningful”? *chuckles*

T: *shoots a look at Baltsaros, and for a moment the two men just smile at each other*

TNA: *stares* Uh, okay, assuming it can get a little stir crazy spending so much time on board ship, what’s your favorite way to blow off steam?

*All three laugh, and Jon goes an even darker shade of red*

T: C’mon, lad. You tell ‘er, since yer so bloody keen on torturin’ me lately…

J: *looks over at Baltsaros, but when the captain nods in encouragement, it looks like Jon wants to disappear into his chair* Uh… *rubs his face* Ok. Well… the long table in the stateroom got wrecked in the fight against the Reaper—long story *waves it away*… anyway, we had it up on crates at first, but then we found a replacement on our way home, and we had nowhere to put the old one. It just ended up propped against the wall… We were just going to throw it overboard, but one night I was telling Tom about what we called the “begging cross” in the dungeon I used to work in—I was a sort of interrogator in a dungeon in Portsmouth for my—

B: Jon, stay on the subject.

J: *breathes deep with a small nod, one hand picking nervously at the front of his tunic* Tom built a fair replica of a begging cross—it’s really just a big X—with the pieces of the old table and bolted it into the floor of our quarters. *glances over at Tom* And… well… now instead of spending time in the brig like he used to every time he gets into trouble… we tie him to the cross instead so we can take turns… at… *looks at Lisa and falters*

T: *starts to laugh*

J: Hey, you’re the one who’s been doing everything he can to get tied to the fucking thing, why do I have to talk about it?

T: Because ye turn a lovely shade o’ pink, lovey, and it makes my cock hard hearin’ ye speak words that do it to ye.

B: *brow cocked in amusement* Our first mate also took it onto himself to bring some new toys aboard… They’ve proven to be an excellent source of divertissement. Especially coupled with the cross. Tom, do you want me to tell our lovely host exactly what it was that Jon and I were doing that had you begging so charmingly last night?

T: *looking a little abashed, he shakes his head then focuses on Lisa* So what was that next question, lass? Did ye ask it? Can ye ask it?

J: *laughs* turnabout it fair play.

TNA: *fans self – reaches over and pats Tom’s hand* No worries, Tom, I knew that would be a, shall we say, loaded question. I also knew the answer would be a lot of fun. I’ll ask the next question, but pardon me if I seem a bit distracted from here out. My imagination… Oy.

T: *grins crookedly*

TNA: If you were each to write his own memoir, what would the titles of your books be?

B: I think mine would have to have something of madness in it *chuckles* but what about Of Monsters and Maelstroms: The Voyages of Captain Baltsaros?

*Jon and Tom both laugh*

T: Sounds like ye been thinkin’ o’ that for a while, aye? So ye gonna write a bloody memoir?

J: *helpless laughter* Oh gods… emphasis on the bloody

B: *for a moment something like anger crosses his face, but then he joins in on the laughter*

T: Ok… I think… if I were to put my life to paper… it’d be somethin’ like… uhhh—

J: Fucking and Fighting or Hungover and Horny

T: *grinning wide* D’ye see why I love Jonny-boy here so fuckin’ much? He bloody knows me.

B: What about you, Jon?

J: Me? I have no idea. Why would I want to write about what’s happened to me in my life? *he suddenly looks a little withdrawn*

T: *drops his cigar in the cup of water, gets up from his chair, and puts his arms around Jon’s shoulders to bury his face in the side of Jon’s neck*

J: *eyes closed, he listens to the words rumbled against his skin by the first mate and gives a little nod, his brow smoothing out*

B: *watches the exchange and then turns to Lisa with an apologetic smile* Jon’s memoir would be called something like The Burden of Trust.

J: *lets out a small, bitter-sounding laugh*

T: *instead of returning to his chair, Tom sits cross-legged on the floor in front of Jon’s*

TNA: Oh my… well, on that note, last question, gentlemen – can you give us a wee hint as to what your next journey will be? Just a little tease?

*Jon and the captain share a long look*

B: For now? We are heading to Madierus. I’m afraid it’s not a very interesting answer… but I’ve promised Jon that we won’t budge for a little while. Then, once we’re rested and tired of staying in one place, we’ll see.

T: Aye, we’ll see… see how long it takes for Abetha to drive us all bloody mad. Oh, that’s a thought: we could write a memoir together and call it Three Madmen in a Leaky Tub 

B: Baal’s Heart has yet to leak.

T: Aye, but the bloody state of her… unseemly with all them patches.

B: *frowns and nods thoughtfully* We’ll have plenty of time for repairs once we get to Madierus.

TNA: So you’re just going home?

J: *smiles softly, his grey-blue eyes soulful as his fingers stroke the side of Tom’s neck* Nah. Madierus is just… a break. It’ll never be home. Home is the Heart. It’s Baltsaros and Tom and me together. That’s home.

Now, if that’s all the questions… I think it’s actually time to be getting home now. I’m sorry that it got a little serious there. You have to understand that we’ve been through somewhat of an ordeal, and things have been a little rough.

I want to thank you for having us, and I hope you’ll have us again one day.

B: Yes, it was a definitely a pleasure, Lisa. I’ll be sure to send you a letter, should we find ourselves heading for strange waters. *his smile is friendly, and he bobs his head in a quick, charming bow*

T: If ye ever want to come sail with us, I’m sure I could find ye some room, lovey. Just let o’ Tom know. *he winks and quickly pulls Lisa’s knuckles to his mouth for a brief, rough-stubbled peck*

TNA: *gasps* Tom, you are a wicked scoundrel. And I can assure you, gentlemen, the pleasure was entirely mine.


Fated(200x300)Blurb: With the captain’s mind in shambles, Jon and Tom set out to find the passage home through the black mountain range, hoping to find a cure for Baltsaros’s madness. However, when the men are forced to part ways, darkness takes root in the schism created; fate, lust, and vengeance become obsessions threatening to tear apart the fragile bonds holding the three together.

Following on the heels of Sacrificed, Fated takes the pirates on a quest to find those responsible for the captain’s bloody beginnings. But can they survive what awaits them where past and present meet?

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Carina Press, Eileen Griffin, Nikka Michaels

Character Interview and Giveaway: In the Raw by Eileen Griffin and Nikka Michaels

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TNA is please to be hosting Eileen Griffin and Nikka Michaels today on their In the Raw Blog Tour. They’ve brought the book’s MCs, Ethan Martin and Jamie Lassiter, with them today to answer a few questions about themselves and about their story. THIS GIVEAWAY IS CLOSED Continue reading

D.H. Starr, GayRomLit, Wilde City Press

Countdown to GayRomLit Character Interview and Giveaway: “The One I Choose” by D.H. Starr

Title: The One I Choose
Author: D. H. Starr
Publisher: Wilde City Press
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Blurb: Cal and Rhys have been together for three years. Having met and lived together in New York City, their lives were travelling along the same path. That is, until Rhys started working for a jealous chef and got blacklisted in the culinary world of New York City. They move to Boston, Cal using his inheritance to purchase a restaurant to give Rhys a fresh start. Cal’s biggest challenge is figuring out how to balance work and Rhys. Struggling to make the right choices, will Cal figure out how to accomplish both things without hurting the man he loves? Continue reading

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Here’s A Sneak Peek At The Coming Week

Hi, everyone, and welcome back to anyone who’s popped in today to see what we’ve got in store for the week ahead!

If you missed my announcement on RJ Scott’s blog about the Virtual Gift Basket Giveaways we’ve got coming up at the end of the month and into the first week of October, I’ll repeat the news here because, well, it bears repeating. We’ll be doing a giveaway of SIX baskets, courtesy of Team TNA’s GayRomLit featured and supporting authors. Each basket will include $25 in E-Gift Cards to various retailers, as well as E-books from the following participating authors: Jordan L. Hawk, Erica Pike, Zathyn Priest, DH Starr, Rhys Ford, Sophie Bonaste, Ethan Day, JK Hogan, Rafe Haze, LE Franks, Edmond Manning, Jacob Z. Flores, Jamie Lynn Miller, Lex Chase, RJ Scott, Sherrie Henry, Katey Hawthorne, Charlie Cochet, Deanna Wadsworth, and a late but very welcome addition to the giveaway, Z.A. Maxfield.

That’s a lot of titles and a lot of gift cards to give away, and I’m so excited to get the party started in just a few weeks’ time!

But for now, here’s what’s happening this week. Continue reading

Brigham Vaughn, Self-Published

Today, Everything Adds Up To Brigham Vaughn And The “Equals” Blog Tour

Brigham: As the author, I’ve spent the last few months with Stephen and Russ. I thought rather than having me interview them, I’d have Allison Hickman, one of my exceptional pre-readers, ask them some questions.

We’re in the living room of the apartment Russ and Stephen share. It’s an open, airy loft in downtown Atlanta. They relax on the sectional, Stephen’s hand falling to Russ’ thigh in a gesture that looks so automatic neither of them notices.

Gentlemen, will you tell the readers a little bit about yourselves?

Russ: *nods* Sure. I’m twenty-eight. Grew up in a small town outside of Macon, Georgia, went to school at Macon State College and after I graduated with my bachelor’s I worked in the city for a few years before I moved to Atlanta. I worked for a few years at a marketing firm here in Atlanta, before I found the marketing analyst position at Vantage Marketing. I’ve been there a little over nine months. Continue reading

Dreamspinner Press, Rhys Ford

Miki St. John Stops In To Talk Ducks, Dude, And Then There’s Brigid – And A Giveaway

Miki St. John is not someone a fan could easily find at rock venues listening to other musicians or even down at the corner market picking over organic champagne grapes hand-picked by one-legged monks undergoing a vow of silence to protest the deforestation of New York City’s avenues. Instead, someone like St. John is found sitting on the park bench with a loaf of stale bread, with a legion of ducks who looked more like survivors of a zombie apocalypse than a bucolic gathering of water fowl bent on teaching him conjunctions.

It’s easy to forget St. John’s mixed heritage, especially since we’d spoken on the phone. While it wasn’t a surprise to see a long-legged somewhat Asian young man waiting for me, the contrast between the street-rough rocker and the laughing, hip young Asians coming from nearby shops was startling.

He’s dressed too casually for the weather. There is a bite in the air. Spring hasn’t quite gotten a good grip on San Francisco, but St. John hasn’t seemed to notice. He sits on the back of the bench, his worn black Converse set on the seat as he tears off small bits of bread to toss onto the ground where his minions are gathered.

The ducks must be devoted followers, or St. John is there a lot because other than a few dirty looks from one particularly nasty looking drake, I work through the feathered crowd to sit on the bench.

“Yeah, you might wanna get up here.” His husky roll of words is a rough velvet slid over skin. It’s not hard to hear Sinner’s Gin’s growling, sensual darkness in St. John’s rasp. He spices each sound, a dash of heat here or a trickle of arousal woven underneath. The drake and I share another exchange of hissing and looks—savage on his end, alarm on mine—and I climb up onto the bench to balance my seat on the steel back rail.

“They bite?” I ask, leaning over to nudge away my mottle-feathered foe.

“No, they shit on the chair part,” Miki replies, tossing another few bits of bread to the back of his impromptu avian mosh pit. “You can’t really get duck shit out of your jeans. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

It’s like yawning. Someone mentions duck shit stains on jeans, and everyone looks. The ones he’s wearing look like they’ve been through a mandolin alongside a sweet Maui onion. The tears along his thighs and knees are from wear, a bit uneven, definitely not the artful rents of a manufactured aging. Spots of paint—green and yellow—dot one shin and through the rip along his leg, I can see the purple anger of scar tissue curdling his pale, hairless skin.

He catches me looking and quirks a sardonic smile. “Yeah, good times. I’m like the fucking Tin Man.” Miki snorts briefly. “Guess that makes Kane Dorothy.”

More bread hits the lawn and the wind picks up, cutting through the park and chasing away a pair of mothers with their brood on a swing set nearby. He cocks his head, listening to the feminine chatter as the women push and cajole their reluctant children from the playground. Miki’s face is unreadable—or at least to me. Perhaps someone who knows him better could make out subtle changes in his eyes and mouth, but it was easier to read the ducks than the man sitting next to me.

He shifts and turns his attention back to me. Most people would smile, making social niceties, but not this young man. He is raw and honest, bare-faced in his emotions when he chooses to show them. There is now curiosity in his light brown gaze, especially when he spots the small notebook I’ve written a few questions in.

“What? Stopped at Inquisitions ‘R Us before you came here?” he teases.

“Just a few questions. One of your fans sends her love,” I say, crossing off a line of scribbles.

“Heh, that’s cool,” he chuckles. “Thanks. So we’re done, then?”

“Not even close,” I reply, wiggling the book at him. “Let’s start off with the easy. Why Dude?”

“Why did he move in, or why do I call him Dude?” A glimmer of sharp intelligence cuts past the icy wall and he smiles warmly. “I dunno. Habit? Seemed kind of rude to call him Dog. He started off as Dog, but Dude just sort of slipped out after a while. He didn’t seem to mind.

“He was company,” he continued, a bit more serious. “I had—have this small stuffed animal I got at a State Fair. Kinda looks like a panda and a dog had a baby. I named it Dude back then. Guess it was my only company when I was a kid, so I think I just…transferred the name over. He answers to it, so it’s all good.”

I consult my notes. “Are you feeling more comfortable around Brigid?”

The look I get is priceless in its combination of horror and a crackling uneasiness. Sighing heavily, he shakes his head and mumbles, “Dude, you have no fucking idea how much she…Fuck.”

“Can you pinpoint what it is about her that you feel uncomfortable with?”

“Breathing?” He shoots back. Leaning back, he takes in a deep breath and stares up at the tree branches above us. “Fuck. Brigid. Okay, shit. Um, let’s see. Brigid’s…it’s like she wants inside of me. Under my skin. In my brain. I know she doesn’t—it’s just that she envelopes everyone she’s with. Her kids—fuck, her kids are used to her, but it’s like all of a sudden you’re in the middle of this huge fucking tsunami, and everyone’s all; isn’t this great weather? And I’m the one looking for shelter. She wants so much of me. I’m not ready for that. Fuck, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for that.”

“But it’s okay with Kane?”

“Mostly,” Miki admits slowly. “Sometimes it’s hard because I kind of look at him and think, fuck, why is that guy with me when he can have anyone he wants—like someone who isn’t fucked in the head or shit, but every damned morning he’s there with me. So, I guess it’s me…trusting that. He’s comfortable wrapped around me. I can breathe. I can’t breathe around Brigid.”

I let him have a moment before asking the next question, “What would be your dream opening act? Meaning, who would you either want to open for or have open for you. And why?”

“Hell, I don’t know. Damn.” He picks a bit at the bread, his gaze unfocused as he thinks on what I’ve asked. “Fuck, I don’t want to open for them. That’s—if you’re playing, you don’t really have time to listen because you’re either fuck-tired from just playing or you’re amping up to hit the stage with everything in you ready to pour out. But… dream concert? Janis Joplin and Queen with Freddie Mercury. That would be awesome. I’d die happy. If you’ve got to ask why on that, I don’t know you, man.”

“Fair enough.” I nod in agreement. “Okay, when you write your lyrics do you have specific faces in your head that you speak to, or is it emotion only that you write?”

“Just cut me to the bone here.” His laugh is a brief, bitter spit of sound. “Sometimes, it is emotion. Other times—some songs—I know who I’m talking to. Some of the shit I’ve written is…personal. Well, nothing’s really personal with me anymore, right? I mean, my shit’s out there for everyone to swim in, so hell, guess my singing about it isn’t all that private either. Some of it’s about Vega—that asshole. Sometimes I get something in my head about my mom—shit like what happened? I get angry sometimes because it feels like she just tossed me out like I was shit, and then sometimes I wonder if something happened to her.

“Other times, it’s about stuff that happened when we were on the road or…” he stops, taking a deep breath. “A lot of the songs I wrote when I was alone—with Dude—that shit was about Damie. It hurt so fucking much—not having him. There was so much noise in my head, and I couldn’t make sense of it. Everything from missing him to being angry because he left me. And then a couple of times, I just—wanted to join him, you know? Because it felt like everything around me was made out of broken glass and razor blades. I couldn’t breathe without cutting myself open.”

He shrugged off the emotion in his voice and motioned to the notebook for me to continue, the ducks squeaking and squawking for his attention while he doled out more crumbs.

“Change of pace. Have you considered taking cooking classes?”

“Yeah, no. Ain’t happening. It’s safer for mankind if I’m not well-versed in chemical warfare,” Miki teases. “Really, ramen’s as far as I’m going to get to cooking.”

“Last question,” I say, noticing the heavy SUV parking against a curb nearby. I recognize the black-haired Irishman stepping out of its cab and once Kane joined us, I had the feeling Miki would step back and let his lover handle any conversation. “If you had to take a road trip alone with one of the Morgan men—and it can’t be Kane or Donal—who would it be, and why?”

“What the—hell, I don’t know,” he mutters, spotting Kane. Nodding a hello at his lover walking towards us, Miki frowns. “One of the Morgans? Sionn doesn’t count, I guess. Let’s see—probably Quinn. He’s pretty cool. Different from the rest of them. Kind of weird but in a good way. He’d be someone who’d want to wander—Quinn’s a let’s see what’s over that hill kind of guy. He’d be interesting. Pretty easy going and he’ll eat anything. So yeah, I think Quinn.”

“Quinn what?” Kane asks, sliding his arm around Miki’s waist then leaning into to kiss the singer’s mouth.

“Who I’d be on a road trip with if it wasn’t you or your dad.” Miki tugged at Kane’s shirt. “So I said Quinn.”

“So long as you didn’t have a set schedule, you’d be fine.” Kane smiled a hello at me. “But if he’s got to be someplace, then God fucking help you if you’re a minute late. Tweaks his brain. You ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Miki nods and tosses me the loaf of bread. “Here, feed them the rest.”

“Thanks for answering my questions.” I am talking to their backs, but Miki turns around, walking backwards to shout back at me.

“Thanks for feeding those bastards!” He grins wickedly. “Just when you get down to the last piece, throw it on the ground and run, or they’ll bite the fuck out of you!”


Coming May 21, 2014 From Dreamspinner Press

Cardeno C., Dreamspinner Press, Mary Calmes

Vy Aleknos And Robert Cimino Have Stopped In Today For A Little Interview And A Giveaway

In case you haven’t heard, Cardeno C. and Mary Calmes have teamed up and written a book together. Control will be available at Dreamspinner Press on April 18, 2014, but in the meantime, we’ve got Vy and Robert here to answer a few questions, offer an excerpt from the book, and give one lucky reader the chance to win an e-copy!

Read on then leave a comment right here by Midnight Pacific time on Tuesday, April 15, 2014, and you’re entered for the drawing. One winner will be selected at random on Wednesday, the 16th, and notified via email for prize delivery.

Good luck!

TNA: Hey, guys, it’s awfully kind of you to agree to be here with us today. I know your story’s not out until April 18th, so I’m going to try not to ask questions that are too spoilery.

Robert: We appreciate that. Thanks for having us.

Vy: Yes, thank you.

TNA: Why don’t we start with a semi-easy one? What’s the first thing about each other you fell madly in love with, and when did you realize it was love?

Robert: The first thing I fell in love with was Vy’s fiery spirit and his big, sometimes guarded heart. He’s not bad to look at either.

Vy: Please, you just don’t want to say that the first thing you fell in love with was my ass and the second was probably my house. Me as a person, that took more time.

Robert: No. You as a person, as a man, always has been and always will be everything. And your house is eclectic and warm and home. Like you.

Vy: Stop, just stop. For me, I fell in lust at first sight with my mate and then in love soon after. That’s how it happens when you’re mates.

Robert: And how it happens when two people fit well together physically and emotionally.

TNA: What’s the one thing you wish you could get a do-over on, with regards to the way you met and the things that happened to get you where you are today?

Robert: Everything happens for a reason. We grow and evolve by living and seeing, succeeding and failing. Life doesn’t grant do-overs, but as long as we’re breathing, we have the opportunity to better ourselves and our world.

Vy: I think I’m gonna barf. What I should have done originally was get rope and a giant bear cage to—

Robert: They haven’t made a cage yet that can hold me in my bear skin. Besides, aren’t the strongest cages the ones we create for ourselves?

Vy: —put him in so we wouldn’t have to discuss mates, he would simply have to react to me. Sometimes you just have to act.

Robert: You see that spirit, Lisa? That flame? That right there is what I fell in love with.

Vy: And cages we make for ourselves? Are you kidding?

TNA: Robert, you were skeptical of the idea of a fated soul mate. How’re you feeling about that now? And how does it feel to finally have a someplace and a someone to come home to at the end of the day?

Robert: I feel what I feel. The whys of it don’t matter. Making Vy happy and secure matter. Taking care of him matters. Making sure he knows deep in his big heart and in his sharp brain that he’s mine matter. And coming home to a warm den and a warmer man is … everything.

TNA: Vy, with Robert as a mate, what would you say is the most significant way the ket has changed for the better?

Vy: Sorry I have something in my eye. Okay, uhm, two things. One, obviously we’re hawks so when we fight, it’s in human form for the most part unless it’s with other hawks and then that’s aerial. So from purely a position of strength, having Robert with us strengthens us. No one in their right mind would mess with a bear. Second, and most important, is that for the health and well-being of a ket, the leader needs to be grounded. Before I had Robert with me, I was all over the place. He nurtures me, loves me, and that strengthens me as a man, a hawk and a leader.

TNA: Guys, I have to ask this: is there any downside you can think of to being a shifter? What’s the one thing you love most/least about it?

Robert: Aw, little bird, that was so sweet. Come here. Excuse me, Lisa.

Vy: She’s asking you a question, answer the—Robert!

Robert: I’m sorry, Lisa, you were asking about shifting. After a lot of years in this body, I’ve learned not to focus on what I can’t change and to make the best of what I can. I’m a man and I’m a bear. I work toward being the best version of each of one. Someday I might even get there.

Vy: Don’t let him kid you, he’s perfect now. But for me, I’m a hawk so when I shift, I fly. It’s a gift and I love it. The only downside is that if you don’t wind up at either your house or somewhere you stashed clothes, when you shift back, you’re naked. It’s been inconvenient a couple of times in my life. On the other hand, I once flew to Robert’s new office in the middle of the day and—mmph!

Robert: Ehm, sorry, Lisa. Again. But that memory always makes me want to kiss him. I actually have lots of memories like that now.

TNA: If you could be any other shifter than the one you are, what would you most want to be, and why?

Robert: If someone made me that offer today, I’d turn them down. That’s not an answer I’m sure I could have given you for most of my life. But now … I’m at peace with who I am.

Vy: I have no desire to be anything but a hawk. Really, there’s no beating the flying.

TNA: Vy, Rhys Ford wants to know, what’s the kinkiest sex thing you and Robert have ever done? (She’s so bad! :-D )

Vy: Kinkiest…he attacked me while I was doing yoga once? I think he planned it. Just recently he’s got this honey fetish that we have to do outside now because the sheets get all—Robert!

Robert: Sorry, Lisa. But can you blame me? He says things like that––I need to kiss him. And, actually, to do more than that. Are we almost done here?

TNA: Final question before I ask you if you’ll give us a little excerpt from Control. It’s a big one: do you see kids in your future? If I were to ask you each to list a few things about the other, what would you say would make him an amazing father?

Robert: I have seen kids in our future almost since the beginning. Vy has a wonderful father, and I know he’d follow that example with our family. Plus, being leader of his ket is like being a father in a lot of ways and Vy is amazing with the little ones.

Vy: Robert with children would be amazing. He’s so gentle and loving; I could see him guiding them and talking to them, giving them such good counsel. I fly off the handle and lose my temper but he doesn’t, not unless there’s imminent danger. Robert would be a treasure for any child.


Vy Aleknos is the leader of a hawk shifter flock. Openly gay since he was a teen, Vy is proud and self-assured on the outside, while secretly worrying he’ll be forced to spend his life alone because two males can’t be mates. When bear shifter Robert Cimino appears in Vy’s small town, Vy realizes his concerns were unfounded — he has a male mate, and a sexy, dominant one to boot.

Robert is a bear shifter who refuses to shift. Immediately attracted to Vy, he deviates from his normal pattern and seeks more than a one off with the powerful, bristly hawk. But Robert’s affections are rooted in his human form, and when Vy discovers Robert doesn’t recognize him as his mate, he pulls away. If Robert wants to stay with Vy, he must convince a man deeply ruled by his animal instincts to give their relationship as humans a chance.


AS I rounded the corner, Robert turned and saw me. He immediately moved the skillet off the burner and darted over to me. Stopping just inches away, I saw how warm his eyes were and how happy he looked.


“Your house is small and cozy.”


He nodded. “I opened the windows, and I can smell the wildflowers and hear the crickets.”

From how soft his voice was, I figured this was a good thing.

“And when I went outside on the porch—all I could see was stars.”

I watched the muscles in his jaw clench with emotion. He was really struck by everything he was telling me. “So it seems like the fact that you can go outside and be part of nature but still be safe and warm inside… that appeals to you.”

He wasn’t ready to speak. I watched him working to hold himself together. My mate was a man whose control was absolute, but maybe being around me was loosening it up just a little.

“You were so great tonight,” I said, changing the subject to give him time to calm down. “Is it okay if I hug you?”

He bent and grabbed me, nuzzling his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. I was held tight but not bruising, and his sigh was very sweet.

Here was a weakness—the man liked to cuddle. And so instead of doing what I’d planned and seducing him, I went about exploiting what I knew.

“Whatever you made smells great.”

He was off me, bustling around my kitchen, telling me to sit down while he filled two bowls and stacked a thick earthenware plate full of perfectly grilled cheese sandwiches. They were golden brown.

“You could have put ham in the sandwiches if you wanted.”

He grimaced. “I’m a vegetarian.”

“You are not,” I said, chuckling.

“I am. I even eat bee-free honey.”

“You’re screwing with me.”

His grin made his eyes glint. “No.”

“Huh. Okay, then. Does that mean when I eat a cheeseburger you’re gonna hurl?”

“No,” he assured me, leaning across the table to brush my hair out of my eyes. “I promise. I’m sorry I didn’t add any ham to yours, though.”

“No, it’s perfect, I was just thinking of you. I promise to try and not make any more assumptions where you’re concerned.”

He seemed pleased. We ate and talked about the night, and I was surprised he didn’t ask about any of the things that had my brain working: the kids, the pack of werewolves, and whatever they had been up to. I had to find out, but everything, all of it, paled in comparison to watching my mate enjoy his food, seeing his shining eyes, and listening to the deep rich baritone of his voice.

“You should lie down on the couch while I do the dishes.”

“You don’t have to do that. You cooked, so I should clean.”

“You’re hurt, I’m not,” he said, reaching out to put a hand on my cheek. “Let me take care of you.”

“Okay,” I agreed. I got up, limped across to the living room, and flopped down on my couch. I put my leg up on the ottoman and stretched out. I was dozing by the time he was finally hovering over me.

“I should put you in bed and let you get some rest.”

I patted the couch beside me. “Come sit for a minute before you go home.”

Something flickered across his face, and I hoped I knew what it was. I had purposely said home knowing there was no way, even if he was glamping out there the woods, that it was as nice as my little house.

“Could you put one of the pillows under my foot?”

He went to take a step.

“Oh, hey, could you take your shoes off before you walk over by the fire? I don’t wanna track dirt through there.”

Doing as I asked, on a mission to get me the overstuffed pillows, he tugged off his boots and stepped across the rug.

I knew bliss when I saw it, and it was easy to see on Robert’s face. The man was very tactile, so the feel of the soft rug with the extra-heavy padding underneath it must have felt like heaven. The colors of the room, the deep rich browns—sepia, sable, chestnut, and mahogany—as well as the chenille throw pillow he couldn’t help but caress, all played on his senses as he returned to me.

“You still owe me a massage,” I reminded him.

He sagged down onto the couch beside me.

“But I think I’d rather have you sit with me if that would be okay.”

His posture mirrored mine, slouching. He pushed me forward for a minute before he wriggled sideways, so I ended up leaning back against him.

“You have beautiful hands,” I told him, taking his right in both of mine and turning it over. “I love all these gorgeous veins.”

I felt the tremble run through him as I lifted my chin and kissed under his jaw.

“I… I should… go.”

“Sure.” I yawned, nuzzling into the side of his neck, pressing back against him and letting him feel my weight. “Just five more minutes, okay?”

His sigh was long, but he still tried to leave another ten minutes later.

“Vy, I should—”

“You know, in the winter it’s really nice out here.” I yawned again, ignoring him, still talking. “I make a fire sometimes and sleep right on the couch with all these pillows.”

He stayed quiet, and I could tell he was listening.

“Sometimes I bring in a down comforter too.”


“But not everyone likes to be all wrapped up and—”

“I do,” he said quickly.

I closed my eyes when he nuzzled his face into my hair. No doubt about it: snuggling up next to him, talking, would catch me a bear.

A.E. Via, A.J. Corza, Allison Cassatta, Angel Martinez, Cardeno C., Cat Grant, GayRomLit, GotYouCovrd, Hayden Thorne, Heidi Belleau, Heidi Cullinan, L.A. Witt, Mary Calmes, Nicole Dennis, Rebecca Cohen, S.A. Meade, Sneak Peek

Here’s A Sneak Peek At The Coming Week

Hi, everyone, I hope you’ve all had an outstanding week, and are gearing up for another.

We’ve been busy as can be around here these days, booking more great authors and reading more great books, and we’re looking forward to more great fun in the months to come. We’re building up the GayRomLit Countdown Celebration roster of authors, which Rhys Ford kicked off for us last month. I’m sure we’ll be adding more as the months move along, but here’s a list of confirmed authors you can watch for here at TNA between now and October:

Charlie Cochet | Daisy Harris | Edmond Manning | Ethan Day | Jaime Samms | LE Franks | Lex Chase | RJ Scott | Sophie Bonaste | Z.A. Maxfield | Jordan L. Hawk | Katey Hawthorne | Jamie Lynn Miller | Brandon Witt | Zathyn Priest | J.K. Hogan

How about that for a lineup? We’ll keep you posted on additions as the tour continues. But, for now, here’s what’s on tap for the coming week.

MondayAllison Cassatta is our lead-off guest today with a RainbowCon Celebration and Giveaway

Riptide Publishing presents a Spotlight Stop on Heidi Belleau’s Straight Shooter tour today, and there’s a Giveaway

Pride Promotions presents the Not in the Stars Anthology Blog Tour. We’ll have Angel Martinez here to represent, and there’ll be a tour-wide giveaway

TuesdayHayden Thorne comes back for a visit to talk about her newest release Banshee, and she’ll be giving away an e-copy of the book

Rebecca Cohen is also with us today, with a Backlist Book Bump and an e-copy giveaway of her book Servitude

WednesdayNicole Dennis stops by to join in the RainbowCon Celebration fun, and she’s offering a giveaway

A.E. Via is also with us today on her Nothing Special Blog Tour, and she’s got a giveaway too

And A.J. Corza’s back with another great installment of Got You Covered

ThursdayHeidi Cullinan makes TNA a stop on her Tough Love Blog Tour and she’s offering a giveaway

FridayCat Grant and L.A. Witt pair up and come calling on the Guarded Blog Tour, and there’s a giveaway

SaturdayCardeno C. and Mary Calmes are here on their Control Blog Tour. They let me interview Robert and Vy, and they’re giving away an e-copy of the book

SundayS.A. Meade is our guest today with a guest post about her newest release, Tournament of Shadows, and she’s giving away an e-copy of the book

And that brings another week to a close. Until next time, happy reading!