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Guest Post and Giveaway: The Nobody’s Son Blog Tour with Shae Connor

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We’re so pleased to welcome author Shae Connor to The Novel Approach today on the tour for her new novel Nobody’s Son. Enjoy Shae’s guest post, and then be sure to click on the Rafflecopter widget below to enter for the chance to win a $25 Dreamspinner Press gift card and ebook copies of Unfortunate Son and Wayward Son, the first two books in the series.

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Boosting #OwnVoices

By Shae Connor

Thanks, as always, to Lisa and the crew at TNA for having me today. :)

Putting together this blog post was difficult. I did the usual things you do when you’re looking for recommendations for a certain kind of book: crowdsourcing on social media, searching on Google, looking through review sites. I found… not a whole lot.

As a straight, cisgender woman writing a book about two black gay men, one of the things I wanted to do for my blog tour was take the opportunity to boost authors writing about gay black men from their own perspectives. Unfortunately, finding queer men of color writing romance about queer men of color turned out to be pretty tough. That’s not all too surprising, of course. The vast majority of romance in all its forms is written by women, so the pool of men is small to begin with. Each additional specification adds difficulty.

I found four men who fit what I was looking for. I know three of them and have spent significant time with two of them in person (including a round trip from Atlanta to New Orleans in one case!). They are wonderful men with wonderful stories to tell, no matter what the characters they write about. If you haven’t read their work, please do. You won’t regret it.

Larry Benjamin ( is the author of a number of books, but in romance, he’s best known for his titles Unbroken and What Binds Us. Unbroken was a 2014 Lambda Literary Award finalist, a 2014 IPPY (Independent Publishers) Gold Medal Award winner, and  a 2014 Rainbow Award runner up. His most recent release is Vampire Rising, a novella from Beaten Track Publishing.

Vicktor Alexander ( is a prolific author of many romance stories, including (just to name a few) Perfect Mistake, The Alpha’s Beautiful Mate, and Dakota. His book Raising Shawna was a finalist in the 2014 Rainbow Awards for best Gay Paranormal Romance. His latest title, The Servant Duchess of Whitcomb, book two of the Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm series, will be released by Dreamspinner Press on November 27.

Jacob Z. Flores ( has been publishing gay romance for the past three years and is known in particular for his Provincetown series, which received third place for M/M Romance Series in the Paranormal Romance Guild’s 2014 Reviewer’s Choice Awards. His book The Gifted One received an honorable mention in the 2013 Rainbow Awards. The latest in his The Warlock Brothers of Havenbridge series, Blood Tied, released in September from Dreamspinner Press.

The fourth author is one who was recommended to me as a result of a Twitter query, so I’m less familiar with his work. Frederick L. Smith ( is published with Kensington and Bold Strokes Books. He was a finalist for the PEN Center Emerging Voices Fellowship, and his most recent title (with Bold Strokes) is Play It Forward.

Do you know of other men who should be included on this list? Please share in comments! I’d love to boost even more.


NobodysSon-CoverArtBlurb for Nobody’s Son: Who wouldn’t want a nice cup of tall, dark, and gorgeous? Shaun Rogers does. He’s working at the front desk of a clothing-optional gay resort when Conrad “Con” Brooks walks in. The sweet, funny, and smart IT guy is there to install a new network and security system, and sparks fly between the two men from the start. Trouble is, Shaun’s hiding his sexuality from his grandmother, the only family he has left, and that makes him reluctant to take the leap with Con.

Then a man claiming to be Shaun’s absent father shows up out of nowhere, throwing Shaun completely off balance. His life spiraling toward chaos, Shaun soon discovers that his “father” is hiding secrets of his own. When things come to a head between them, it’s Con who comes to Shaun’s rescue—but the incident could force Shaun into a decision he’s not sure he’s ready to make.

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Shae ConnorAbout the Author: Shae Connor lives in Atlanta, where she’s a lackadaisical government worker for a living and writes sweet-hot romance under the cover of night. She’s been making things up for as long as she can remember, but it took her a long time to figure out that maybe she should try writing them down. She’s conned several companies into publishing her work and adds a new notch on her bedpost each time another story is unleashed onto an unsuspecting universe.

Shae is part Jersey, part Irish, and all Southern, which explains why she never shuts up. When she’s not chained to her laptop, she enjoys cooking, traveling, watching baseball, and reading voraciously. You can find her hanging out on Twitter most any time @shaeconnor, but for the more direct route, you can email her at or visit her website at



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A Sneak Peek At The Coming Week

Here’s a Sneak Peek at the Coming Week

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Cheers, fellow bookworms, and welcome back to another quick look at what we have in store for you in the week ahead.

We’ve got some great guests and giveaways coming up, plus reviews and another Flashback Friday, where we’re going to go a little mysterious and feature some of our favorite Mysteries.

I hope to see you back to visit! Now, here’s what’s up.


Monday – We kick off a great week today with author J. Johanis on the Dream God blog tour

We’ll also have author Ethan Day with us on the tour for the re-release of the books in his Summit City series, Sno Ho and its full length follow up, Life in Fusion

Lissa Kasey drops by to spends some time with us as well, to chat about her new novel Cardinal Sins

Tuesday – Today begins with author Morticia Knight visiting on the tour for her new novel Negotiating Love

We’ll also welcome author Zathyn Priest today to chat about his new book Inside His Reflection

Wednesday – Today brings us author Christian Baine to talk about his new book Puppet Boy

And Shae Connor stops by today on the tour for her new book Nobody’s Son

Thursday – A little bit of the holiday spirit lands here today when Heidi Cullinan joins us on the tour for her new Christmas story, Winter Wonderland

The writing team of KA Merikan also stop by on the tour for the newest book in their Sex & Mayhem series, One Step too Close

Friday – Today we have author Damon Suede with us to talk to us about his new novel Pent Up

We’ll also have Part Two of Lynley Wayne’s article on building a better website

And Flashback Friday makes a return today. I think we’ll bring a little mystery to table by featuring some of our favorite mysteries, so stay tuned for that

SaturdayJosephine Myles and JL Merrow are popping in today to chat about their new anthology Boys Who Go Bump in the Night, a collection of short stories they’ve put together from previously published work

Sunday – Finally, after we give Saturday a miss and head straight on in to Sunday, we’ll welcome authors Amber Kell and RJ Scott on the tour for their new collaboration, The Case of the Purple Pearl


And that does it for the coming week. Until next time, happy reading!


Shae Connor

What Happened in Vegas… “I Married the Best Man” – An Exclusive Fictlet by Shae Connor


For the first stop on the “What Happened in Vegas??” Blog Hop, I want to highlight my favorite LGBT-focused charity: Lost-N-Found Youth. Based here in Atlanta, LNFY focuses on providing housing and support services to homeless LGBT youth, many of whom have been kicked out by their parents over sexuality. Even if you don’t live near enough to participate in any of their fundraising events, you can support LNFY’s efforts by donating through the website.

Thank you also to Sarah M. Anderson for the beta!



I Married the Best Man

By Shae Connor

The pillow smelled wrong.

When I started to wake up, that was my clue that things were off. I had my face smushed sideways into a wad of cotton, as usual, but instead of the soft scent of lilac from the fabric softener I loved, I smelled bleach and alcohol.

Then I realized the alcohol fumes were coming from me.

I pried one eye open and squinted against the light cutting through the dimness of the room. A hotel room, that much I figured out. But where? And how did I get here?

Something—or someone—moved on the other side of the bed, and before I could form a thought, I was on my feet, back against the wall, eyes wide open.

And, as I realized a second later, butt-ass naked.

“Jesus Christ.” I scrambled to the bathroom and grabbed a towel to wrap around my waist while I tried to find clothes and figure out what the hell happened. My head pounded and my mouth was dry, in the way they usually were the night after I’d had too much to drink, but it didn’t feel like I’d had sex. That usually came with a fairly obvious set of body aches and twinges the morning after. But if I didn’t fuck the guy, then why was I in bed with him?

It wasn’t until I went to grab a pair of slacks off the floor—I hoped they were mine—that a glint of metal on my left hand caught my eye.

I froze and stared at the silver band around my ring finger.

“What. The. Hell!”

My screech roused the person in the bed, who grunted as he rolled over and lifted his head. It took me a moment to make the connection. Holden Burrell had been the best man at the wedding last night, the one that had been my last as wedding planner before a hard-earned two-week vacation. I’d been booked solid since Nevada legalized same-sex marriage late last year, and the Supreme Court decision in June had only ramped up my already packed schedule.

So that explained who he was. No idea how he ended up here. And especially not what happened for me to end up with what looked a hell of a lot like a wedding ring on my finger.

Holden coughed. “Neal?” He rasped out the question. “What’s going on?”

“You…. I….” I sputtered helplessly, no clue where to begin. Thankfully, Holden came to the same realization I did, because his shoulders jerked, and then he stared down at his hand.

“Did we get married last night?”

After his outburst, Holden blinked at the ring on his finger for a good thirty seconds before he lifted his head. “I’m gonna need coffee before we deal with this.”


Two quick showers, a trip downstairs (by Holden, doing a walk of shame in last night’s suit pants and shirt), and two Ventis from the Starbucks in the lobby later, we were back to the whole marriage question.

“There’s gotta be a license,” I told him as he walked back in. “I mean, quickie weddings may be a Vegas specialty, but you still have to do the paperwork. And I can’t find anything.”

Holden handed over my quad-shot latte and surveyed the room, eyebrows drawn together, as he took a long drag from his cup. Then his expression cleared and he headed for the tiny closet next to the bathroom. I had glanced in during my frantic search and didn’t see anything, but apparently I hadn’t looked far enough. Holden reached in and pulled out his suit jacket from the night before.

He set down his coffee and slid his hand into an inside pocket, coming back out with a folded piece of paper. He flipped it open one-handed.

“Well,” he said, tone flat. “I guess congratulations are in order, Mr. Samson-Burrell.”

I snatched the paper out of his hand and studied the form. Our names, signatures, yesterday’s date, various other personal information (apparently he’s six months younger than me), and the name and autograph of the person who performed the ceremony.

Complete, legal, and too fucked up for words.

“This isn’t a problem.” I hadn’t spent the last seven years getting couples happily hitched without learning a few behind-the-scenes shortcuts. “I’ll call a judge I know. We’ll get the annulment paperwork filed first thing—”

“It’s Sunday.”

My mouth snapped shut. Dammit. He was right. And that meant no matter what, we’d have to stay married for at least another twenty-four hours.

Holden pulled up another chair and sat. “Look. I know this is insane. But we’re stuck for the day. Why not make the most of it?”

Against my will, my eyes flicked back to the bed and then to him. He laughed. “Not that.” He lifted an eyebrow and ran his gaze over my body like a touch. “Not that I’d object, you understand. I just mean, since we’re stuck with what amounts to a one-day honeymoon, let’s have fun with it. Play tourist. Eat too much at a buffet, lose some money in a casino, see a show.” He nudged my arm with an elbow. “When’s the last time you did any of that?”

“I….” I didn’t know what to say. He was right, of course. Again. I hadn’t done any of the kitschy touristy stuff in Vegas for years. Probably the last time my sister visited from Minneapolis, when we saw Cirque du Solei and she learned to play craps—badly.

But I’d taken a week off, and while I hadn’t planned anything in particular to do—doing nothing was kind of the point—I didn’t have an objection. I could have some silly fun, call the judge in the morning, and then get on with my life.

And maybe I could have some of that other kind of fun too.

My mouth suddenly dry at the thought, I swallowed. “Um, sure, I guess.” I shrugged. “I…. Are you staying here?” I looked around. “I mean, I don’t know whose hotel room this is….”

“Neither do I.” Holden frowned at the institutional-chic design. “I assume we checked in last night. I guess we should check out first, then go home to change and meet back up?”

I glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “Is an hour enough time? It’s just ten, so we could have an early lunch.”

“Perfect.” He pushed to his feet, and I followed suit automatically. “How about Caesars? I mean, if we’re going for the touristy buffet thing.”

I snorted out a laugh. “That certainly fits the bill.”


An hour later, out of my oh-so-wrinkled suit and into a much more reasonable pair of cropped pants and a v-neck t-shirt, I stepped out of the wilting heat and through the front doorway of Caesars Palace. I shoved my sunglasses on top of my heat and took a left toward the restaurant, one of several inside the huge casino-slash-hotel but probably the one that got the most foot traffic from visitors. This early on Sunday morning—relatively speaking, considering how late Vegas nightlife ran—the crowds would be minimal.

I saw Holden waiting next to the restaurant entrance. He looked… hot. Jeans, loafers, a snug-fitting black v-neck t-shirt with his sunglasses hooked into the neckline. He saw me approaching and smiled wide enough to make me stumble.

Damn. If I was going to wake up married to someone, at least I’d picked someone who looked like that.

“I don’t know about you,” he said as he waved me inside, “but I am freaking starving.”

And just like that, it was easy. Almost too easy. We chatting about nothing over lunch, hit the casino floor for a while to blow some cash on the slot machines, and then headed across to the Bellagio to watch the fountains while we debated which show to see. With my instruction, Holden bought tickets through a last-minute discount site for the showgirl revue at Bally’s. Longest-running Vegas show, after all, and what could be more touristy than that?

Didn’t hurt that it had showboys, too.

Evening plans decided, we wandered the Strip, people-watching and pointing out random window displays. We hopped on a tour bus and took it north so we could walk through the Fremont Street Experience, which I’d only done once before, mostly by accident. We stopped for bottles of water a few times, paying far too much but mindful as only desert residents are of how quickly the heat can dehydrate.

Late in the afternoon, back in the heart of the Strip, Holden stopped in front of a random building and gave me a huge grin. “What do you think?”

I looked in the direction he nodded and rolled my eyes at the flashing sign. “Madame Tussad’s? Really?”

“C’mon,” he wheedled, nudging my arm with his elbow. “It’s totally goofy and completely a touristy thing to do. Let’s go pose with some fake celebs.”

So we did. As locals, we got cheap tickets—relatively speaking, at least—and we laughed our way through the museum. I took shots with wax-Rhianna and wax-Gaga, Holden with wax-Muhammad Ali, and we both posed, sneers at the ready, with wax-Elvis-in-leather.

By the time we spilled back onto the sidewalk, my stomach hurt from laughing. I hadn’t had that much fun in… well, I didn’t know how long.

Holden pulled out his phone and lifted his sunglasses to squint at the display. “Almost six,” he proclaimed. “Just enough time to grab a drink before the show.”

“Lead the way.” I waved an arm, but instead of just heading off, Holden cocked his head to one side, grinned, and reached for my hand.

“So I was thinking,” he said as we started walking, his manner completely nonchalant, as if the feel of his fingers entwined with mine wasn’t doing all sorts of weird things to my body. “After the show, we should pick up some greasy burgers somewhere and take them back to my place for dinner. I’ve got a six-pack of Shock Top, and you can either crash there after, or I’ll spring for a cab to get you home.”

I attempted to sound cool and collected when I replied. “Sounds good. But I’ll get the cab. No biggie.”

I was suddenly hoping that the cab wouldn’t be needed.


The show was typical Las Vegas over-the-top glitz, with lots of jiggling breasts—I might be gay, but I can appreciate a nice rack—and some pretty hot guys to ogle. We filed out with the rest of the crowd afterward, shooting innuendo-laden comments back and forth until we couldn’t hold back the giggles any longer.

“Okay, so I parked right down the block,” Holden finally managed once we were on the sidewalk. He pointed away from the Strip. “Where are you?”

“Grabbed a shuttle, actually.” I shrugged. “There’s a stop less than a block from my place that drops off at the Bellagio. Pretty handy for getting down here.”

“Niiiiice.” Holden reached for my hand again and started in the direction he’d pointed. “Any preferences for dinner?”

Right then, I would’ve been fine with skipping dinner and going right to bed, but I refrained. “Since we’re playing tourist,” I said, “In-N-Out seems appropriate.”

“Perfect.” He squeezed my hand. “Double-doubles and fries and shakes and enough calories for a week and a half, coming right up!”


“Ugh.” I pushed away the last of my fries—all four of the ones I had left—and leaned back in my chair. “I can’t believe I ate the whole thing.”

Holden snorted. “That’s what he said.”

I grabbed one of the fries and lobbed it at his head. “Bad. Just bad.”

He grinned around his straw and took one last noisy slurp. “So,” he said after swallowing. “We’ve hit most of the tourist highlights. It’s almost eleven at night, and the courthouse doesn’t open for another nine hours. Any other ideas?”

We stared at each other for a few long moments. I had plenty of ideas, but I wasn’t all that sure how well they’d be received.

Then Holden pushed his chair back, spread his legs a little, and lifted an eyebrow at me.

I took the invitation. I stood and strolled over to stand between his knees. “I don’t know about you,” I murmured, “but I can get a lot done in nine hours.”

He grinned and reached for me with both hands.


When I woke up the next morning, the pillow smelled unfamiliar, but I knew exactly whose warm weight lay against my back. I didn’t want to consider just how good it felt to have Holden wrapped around me, bare skin pressed together, his soft breath ruffling the hair behind my ear.

I didn’t want to get out of bed. I knew once we started the day, we’d have to deal with reality, not the little fantasy honeymoon we’d carved out of our messed-up marriage. We’d have to call the judge, fill out paperwork, probably answer embarrassing questions….

“Quit thinking so hard.”

Holden’s gravely voice sent shivers down my body. “It’s morning,” I pointed out in reply, though I didn’t move. “Our honeymoon is over.”

“Mmph.” Holden buried his mouth in the crook between my neck and shoulder and mumbled something equally unintelligible.

“What?” I tried to twist to face him, but he tightened his arm around me.

“What if we don’t?”

I frown. “Don’t what? Get out of bed? We kind of have to at some point.”

He huffed out a breath. “I mean…. What if we don’t get an annulment?”

He rushed the question out so fast it took me a few seconds to parse it. My eyes widened. “You mean—stay married?” My voice squeaked a little at the end.

I felt him nod against my shoulder. “We know we like each other. We got along great yesterday, even though things were kind of weird. And, well….” He slid his fingers lower, so they brushed the top edge of my pubic hair. “The chemistry’s pretty good.”

Understatement of the century there. But I couldn’t believe he was actually proposing what I thought he was proposing.

“So you think we should…?”

“Stay married,” he finished. He shifted on the bed, pushing me gently onto my back so he could look down at me. “I mean, I’d date you anyway. I should’ve asked you out sooner, but we were both so busy with the wedding planning stuff. So why not just… date now? See how things go? If they go well, we’ll already be married.”

My heart pounded at the implications. “And what if they don’t?”

He let out a breath again. “Then we get the annulment and move on with our lives.”

I stared up at him, studying his face, looking for any hint of insincerity. I didn’t see it. He looked curious, cautious, maybe even a little…hopeful?

What the hell.

I lifted my head until our mouths were a bare inch apart.

“You’re on.”


One year later…

“And now, by the power invested in me by the state of Nevada, I pronounce you married.” Our officiant, Elise, grinned and winked at us. “You may kiss to seal your vows.”

Holden bent to bring our mouths together in a soft but lingering kiss, and I let my eyes fall shut at the familiar taste of him. The three of us—Elise, who’d performed the actual marriage a year earlier, plus Holden and I—were the only ones who knew the ceremony we’d just finished was mostly for show. The day was officially our one-year anniversary, but I wasn’t the only one who wanted the full package deal, so we kept our little secret so we could have the big wedding.

Though I imagine some wondered why we’d chosen to get married on a Sunday.

Our audience clapped and cheered, and holding hands, we turned to face them, looking sharp as hell, if I do say so myself, in our matching gray suits and complementary shirts and ties (medium and dark blues for him, dark and light pinks for me). We’d kept things relatively small, at least by the standards my clients tend to set, but we still had a good hundred people in attendance.

We headed down the aisle to more cheers and a few comments and laughter, and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. We’d be spending the next three nights at the hotel—in a honeymoon suite, no less—but the next few hours would be pure celebration.

The year had been interesting, that’s for sure. I hadn’t been going around recommending to my clients that they put the cart before the horse like we did, but starting out married gave us a pretty strong incentive to make things work. We knew we had the raw ingredients for a good relationship. Knowing we’d have to do more than just break up to end it gave us focus.

Being married also took some of the pressure off. I’d read an article once about how you could create love, or speed it along, by practicing certain intimate gestures. Not sexual things, but things like looking into each other’s eyes for long periods of time. We didn’t do anything that, but because we were already committed—on paper, at least—we focused on learning about each other beyond the usual early-relationship getting-to-know-you stuff.

It took us less than four months for us to fall in love. Madly, deeply, forever love.

One year down. As many as we can squeeze in still to go.

I really did marry the best man.


ShaeConnor_Pic2About the Author: Shae Connor lives in Atlanta, where she’s a lackadaisical government worker for a living and writes sweet-hot romance under the cover of night. She’s been making things up for as long as she can remember, but it took her a long time to figure out that maybe she should try writing them down. Shae is part Jersey, part Irish, and all Southern, which explains why she never shuts up. When she’s not chained to her laptop, she enjoys cooking, traveling, watching baseball, and reading voraciously. You can find her hanging out on Twitter most any time @shaeconnor, but for the more direct route, you can email her at or visit her website at

A Sneak Peek At The Coming Week

Here’s a Sneak Peek at the Coming Week

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Cheers, everyone, I hope you’ve all had a fantastic weekend! Thanks so much for stopping by to see what we have coming up in the week ahead. I hope you’ll come back to visit with our guest authors and to check out some of the reviews we have in store for you.

Here’s what’s on tap:


Monday – We have Lexi Ander stopping in for a visit to help us kick of the week, on her Surrounded by Crimson blog tour

We’re also hosting author Shae Connor today on the What Happened in Vegas?? blog tour

Tuesday – We have Tuesday twofer for you today, when authors Piper Vaughn and Kenzie Cade drop by on their Prickly Business blog tour

WednesdayR.J. Jones is our lead-off guest today on the Black and Bluhe blog tour

We’re also welcoming Carole Cummings back for another edition of Genre Talk with author Deja Black

ThursdayCharlie Cochet is our guest of honor today on the Against the Grain blog tour

Friday – And finally, Tara Lain is wrapping up the week to help us celebrate the GayRomLit 2015 Blog Tour, with an interview with her guys from Knave of Broken Hearts


And that does it for now. Until next time, happy reading!

4.5 Stars, Anthology, Paranormal Romance, Reviewed by Angel, Wilde City Press

Review: Butt Riders on the Range – An Anthology From Wilde City Press

Title: Butt Riders on the Range

Authors: Kage Alan, JP Barnaby, Ally Blue, TC Blue, Shae Conner, Jevocas Green, Kieran Kelly, and Eden Winters

Publisher: Wilde City Press

Pages/Word Count: 448 Pages

At a Glance: An enjoyable and eclectic mix of cowboy stories from the mundane to the fantastic.

Reviewed By: Angel

Blurb: Do you imagine blazing gun battles, bandits, and saloons with watered-down drinks when you think of cowboys and the West? We don’t. Our minds go right to horse shifters, bull shifters, were-leopards, urban wannabes, an interrupted journey along Route 66, a man of mystery named Dr. Feel-Good, and high noon at the edge of the galaxy! The fourth time’s the charm as the Butt-Thology authors saddle up, ride their men hard, and put ‘em away wet.

Butt Riders on the Range…the bulls aren’t the only ones being grabbed by the horns!


Review: Wait! Don’t let the title drive you away! LOL! I can imagine your first thought seeing it, because I am certain it was similar to my own. However, after a bit of searching I found out this anthology is one in a series of unconnected stories—except for the authors. These fabulous people gathered at a convention and came up with the idea of an anthology. They have since added to their numbers, as this is the fourth one in a not quite series for different takes on a genre. Did they ever deliver, especially with this anthology! I, for one, hope these talented authors continue their good work of providing us with awesome stories.

Short stories aren’t for everyone, but I can say this about them, they introduce you to new authors and give old favorites a chance to entice you again. That’s exactly what I have found here in this anthology. Here’s a short summary and review of each of the stories.

Hung Like A Horse by JP Barnaby: JP Barnaby is a new author for me, and I enjoyed my introduction to her work. My summary won’t do this short shifter story justice, but here goes. Riley Harper is a young man with a problem. He’s on the run and has decided to hide on a ranch where he’ll never be found. Not as a hand, though, as a horse. John North is a horse shifter who owns a ranch which houses abused horses. He knows his newest acquisition isn’t all he seems, so he is just biding his time until the day comes when he can confront the shifter hiding on his ranch.

Shifters aren’t out. In fact, if the government does find one, they are taken and imprisoned to be experimented on. It is one of these facilities that Riley has escaped from, and he isn’t willing to go back. He trusts no one, and after running himself to the limit, he’s forced back into his human form. North knows, and has known, that Riley was a shifter as he himself is a shifter. It’s been a long time since North has been around another shifter, and what he feels for the skittish young man isn’t something he’s felt in a long time, but it is going to take a gentle hand to settle Riley and rebuild his trust.

Barnaby has taken the tropes of shifters and turned it on its side. I loved the different take on this troupe and how distrustful Riley was. That John stood up for the young man and showed him there were still good people out there, people who would protect him regardless of his status, makes this story all the more intriguing. There is a background story on both North and Harper that the author barely touches on, and it caught my attention more so than the sexy scenes. I would love for the author to expand on this -verse if she ever decides to return to it.

Chinchilla Chimichangas by Kage Alan: Chris is an author, traveling on a bus, and he’s on a mission. He not only has to finish his next novel, but he’s making an homage trip with his father’s ashes. He’s having a bit of trouble doing both because the weather is wreaking havoc with his trip and the final destination. After a storm washes out the road, he’s stuck in a podunk little town. Here he meets Cameron, who offers him a little southern hospitality.

Alan is another new author for me, and I liked this story. I loved that Chris’s characters were real to him, enough so that he speaks to them in his head and also out loud. This was a hilarious take on how a writer lives with the voices in their head. Cameron is a down to earth guy just working his family farm. The relationship between the two characters seems a bit rushed as they try to cram all their life stories into a few select days before the roads are cleared. Both men have issues and while it isn’t exactly accepted to be gay in the little town, they make the promise to try to have a real relationship once Chris’s trip is over. The epilogue was bittersweet, in one way, but gave us the hope of a happily ever after.

Squatting with Spurs On by Kieran Kelly: Dooley McCallister finds himself the sudden owner of a ranch in Montana, bequeathed to him by an unknown man. Or, so he thinks. Once he arrives and takes possession of the ranch, he finds that it is rundown and in desperate need of repair, and that he has no way to unload the property. He also founds out that the place is haunted.

Kelly is a new author to me and while I enjoyed the writing style, I really don’t know what to say about this one without giving away the entire plot line, except to say I laughed some and cried a bit. It made me so sad in one way, but also there is a running theme of eternity and forever love throughout the story.

Faux Cowboy by Shae Conner: Jackson James is dressed to the nines in his cowboy regalia and has an image to uphold. Douglas Shaw is on vacation and visiting the Big Apple for the first time.

Shae Conner is another first time author for me, and I liked this one. It was a short, sweet and sexy romp. First time impressions can be deceiving, and this little story makes good use of that ideal. Jackson is hiding that he isn’t a real cowboy, and neither is Doug, for that matter. Not really, but they did enjoy one another.

Hooves and Horns by Eden Winters: Another shifter story with a bull shifter and a horse shifter, and the two classes just don’t mix. They are also rodeo men, and were building a life together until Armando’s family stepped in and Kerry felt betrayed. Each are the other’s nemesis on the circuit now too, and the chemistry between them is spark-worthy. I loved how Kerry, the horse shifter, and Armando, the bull shifter, traded out the dominance in their volatile relationship, both in and out of the rodeo ring. They had only ever allowed the other to ‘win’ against one another as their shifter selves while out on the circuit, so their final coming together and settling with one another was excellent after the disaster of their past.

The Boy from Battalion Bluff by Jevocas Greene: Unfortunately, this was my least favorite story in the book. I like sci-fi but this one was almost too much sci-fi for my taste, with an outer space succubus/incubus going at it almost in public, and a local boy getting caught up in the middle. The town waited with bated breath to see who was going to be chosen to experience Dr. Feel-Good’s wiles, but I just couldn’t connect with the story. The writing was easy to read, though I don’t think I’ll read more by this author.

The Five Hells War by Ally Blue: Ally Blue is new to me and I loved this story. It was a sci-fi tale of big corporation hustling the little guy on a backwater planet that has hidden resources. The BC lawyer is supposed to be a shark, but when he finds out what exactly is going on at the Five Hells Ranch, he puts aside his job and works to help out the very man he was sent to persuade to give up his ranch.

Rocky owns the Five Hells and came by it through his family. It was passed down and he owns the land fair and square, and he is not leaving without a fight. The romance that ensues between the two men was fun, and I liked seeing how the uncouth Rocky could unseat Balthazar, so much so that when they do win their suit, Balthazar decides to stay with Rocky on his farm.

And The Horse He Rode In On by TC Blue: I really liked this story, but it was so busy, and I think would have been better suited to a novella or longer version. Tyler is a horse shifter who runs a sheep farm, and something is killing his lambs. Turns out the something is a leopard shifter named Jason. Tyler takes Jason in after almost killing him while they were both in their alternate forms, and a romance begins. Personally, I loved Jason calling Ty the “attack pony,” and I laughed out loud when Tyler dumped a bunch of creamer packets and cat toys into Jason’s bed.

There is also an entire back-story going on at the same time as the romance, where we discover that predatory shifters usually don’t mix with prey shifters, and that there are severe consequences if it does happen. Jason was basically turned against this will, is without a Pard, and Tyler is a bit of a loner when it comes to his pack—or whatever it is you call a group of horses. He seems to have a good relationship with his sister Ari and her husband Blake, who is the horse shifters’ vet.

So, yes, I think I would have enjoyed this more if it were longer, but it does tell the tale well enough at its current length.

A huge thank you to all the authors for an enjoyable read!



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3.5 Stars, Dreamspinner Press, Genre Romance, Reviewed by Karen, Shae Connor

Review: Wayward Son by Shae Connor

Title: Wayward Son (Sons: Book Two)

Author: Shae Connor

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Pages/Word Count: 200 Pages

At a Glance: The story was good and it is definitely a series I will recommend. I was just left a little disappointed.

Reviewed By: Karen

Blurb: After his move to Atlanta and away from the influence of his conservative parents, Mikey O’Malley finally feels free to be himself: art student, aspiring animator, and out gay man. He has friends, a new job, and not one, but two men interested in him. Cory Lassiter and Jimmy Black have been a happy couple for years, occasionally bringing a twink into their bed, but only for a brief roll in the hay. When Mikey meets the pair, the attraction is immediate, and it runs three ways. Mikey just can’t believe they’d have room in their lives for a permanent addition.

When Mikey’s newfound life is shattered by a lawsuit that accuses him of molesting a child years earlier, he’s determined to face his troubles on his own, but Cory and Jimmy are just as determined that he not have to go it alone. To reconcile his need for independence and his desire for love, Mikey has to learn that being a man isn’t just about standing on your own two feet. It’s about letting yourself lean on the ones who love you.


Review: The first book in this series, Unfortunate Son, had been hanging out on my wish list for awhile when I saw that Wayward Son was going to be coming out, so I figured it was the perfect time to get it and not have to wait for the book two. Unfortunate Son was better than I had expected, and I stayed up way past my bedtime since I couldn’t force myself to put it down. I finished it and couldn’t wait for Mikey, Cory and Jimmy’s story. We get a glimpse of them in Unfortunate Son, and since I have been on a ménage reading spree lately, I couldn’t wait for this one. Again, with Wayward Son, I couldn’t put this book down and read into the night, way later than I should have. The relationship that developed between the three of them was beautiful. As Mikey learned that it was alright not to take everything on himself, and to lean on those around him who care about him, Cory and Jimmy showed him that he didn’t have to stand on his own two feet alone. There were multiple obstacles Mikey had to go through throughout the story, and we get to see Cory and Jimmy care for him, and each other, with unwavering support.

Although I enjoyed the book, I was hoping for more. Going in I was expecting Mikey, Cory, and Jimmy’s story, and it is there, but it is really just Mikey’s story. It ended, and I sat and thought about how I felt about the book in preparation for the review. I just felt like I had missed out on a lot of them actually building their relationship. I felt like I just didn’t get enough of Cory and Jimmy, but it could be that I’m just greedy and loved the guys so much I wanted more. The story was good, and it is definitely a series I will recommend. I was just left a little disappointed.


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The Novel Approach welcomes author Shae Connor today on the Wayward Son blog tour. Enjoy Shae’s article on Finding the Balance: Writing a Threesome Relationship, then be sure to click on the Rafflecopter widget below to enter for the chance to win a $25 Dreamspinner Press Gift Card and your choice of an e-book from Shae’s backlist.

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First, a big thanks to Lisa for having me back again! Has it already been four months since the last time I did this? Time flies when you’re busy as heck!

Today I’m kicking off the blog tour for Wayward Son, book two in the Sons series. This is my first series, so it’s the first time I’ve worked with same characters from one book to the next. And Cory and Jimmy in particular made it very clear when I was writing Unfortunate Son that yes, I would be writing their story next. They’re demanding that way!

Cory, Jimmy, and Mikey are each loosely based on men I know. Cory matches up closely physically and personality wise with the inspiration, who also provided the name of Cory’s drag persona, Coco Lame. Jimmy’s similarities to my friend are primarily in his personality and sense of silly humor. For Mikey, it’s mostly his interest in art that’s drawn from real life.

(I won’t name the specific people here, in part because the comparisons are VERY loose, but they’re among those thanked in the acknowledgments.)

When it came to writing a three-way relationship, I also drew some inspiration from real-life and a number of polyamorous people I know. One couple I’m acquainted with falls into the category of two people very much in love who like to bring others into their bed now and then. Cory and Jimmy lived that way for years, until they met Mikey and decided to make things more permanent.

And that’s a challenge, both for Mikey and for me as the author. In writing a plausible polyamorous relationship, it’s important to make sure everyone gets equal time—or, at least, the amount of time they want. It’s particularly difficult when two of the characters are larger-than-life like Cory and Jimmy. They have a tendency to command attention in every scene, even when the focus is on someone else.

In Wayward Son, one big obstacle Mikey has to overcome is not feeling like a third wheel. Cory and Jimmy have been a couple for years, and though they’re as clear as they can be about Mikey not being an afterthought to them, it takes Mikey a while to believe it.

In this excerpt, Cory, Jimmy, and Mikey have just had sex, but the natural closeness between Cory and Jimmy leaves Mikey feeling unneeded (again). Cory does his best to reassure him:


Cory tucked him under the covers and curled up behind him while Jimmy ordered room service. When Jimmy was done, he crossed to the bed and gave each of them a kiss with a side of groping. Cory made silly, sexy sounds the whole time, which hit Mikey like a punch to the gut. What did they need him for when they were clearly so in love with each other?

Mikey didn’t know if he’d stiffened up or what, but after Jimmy disappeared into the bathroom for a shower, Cory shifted away and pulled at Mikey’s shoulder until he rolled onto his back. Pinning Mikey with a gaze that saw too much, Cory asked, “Are you okay?”

Mikey tried to shrug. “It’s just with everything….” He tried to drop his gaze, but Cory reached out to lift his chin and force him to look at him again.

“You’re thinking you’re unnecessary again, aren’t you?”

Mikey blushed. He couldn’t deny it. It was the truth, wasn’t it? “You and Jimmy, you’re just so….” In love, he thought, but couldn’t say it. “You’ve been together so long,” he tried instead. “How can you…?”

“Want you too?” Cory finished the question. He smiled a little. “Well, you might not have noticed, but we’re not exactly small personalities.” Mikey could not hold back a grin at that. “And sometimes big personalities need a little bit more than the usual.”

Mikey jerked away at that. “So, what, I’m just a fill-in?”

Cory sighed. “You know it’s not that,” he chided. “It’s like… like a few minutes ago, when he kissed us before he went to shower. When he touches me like that, it’s not just groping. It’s like he strips away all the surface stuff, the blather and the bullshit life forces on us, and touches me. It’s just him, and just me, and it’s a feeling I never want to lose.”

“But then—”

“But nothing, honey. What I’m saying is, what he does for me, he does for you too. What he feels for me, he feels for you. And it’s the same for me, and it doesn’t take a thing away from what’s between him and me.”


81lXQeF6EXL._SL1350_Blurb: Sequel to Unfortunate Son

After his move to Atlanta and away from the influence of his conservative parents, Mikey O’Malley finally feels free to be himself: art student, aspiring animator, and out gay man. He has friends, a new job, and not one, but two men interested in him. Cory Lassiter and Jimmy Black have been a happy couple for years, occasionally bringing a twink into their bed, but only for a brief roll in the hay. When Mikey meets the pair, the attraction is immediate, and it runs three ways. Mikey just can’t believe they’d have room in their lives for a permanent addition.

When Mikey’s newfound life is shattered by a lawsuit that accuses him of molesting a child years earlier, he’s determined to face his troubles on his own, but Cory and Jimmy are just as determined that he not have to go it alone. To reconcile his need for independence and his desire for love, Mikey has to learn that being a man isn’t just about standing on your own two feet. It’s about letting yourself lean on the ones who love you.

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Shae ConnorAbout the Author: Shae Connor lives in Atlanta, where she’s a lackadaisical government worker for a living and writes sweet-hot romance under the cover of night. She’s been making things up for as long as she can remember, but it took her a long time to figure out that maybe she should try writing them down. She’s conned several companies into publishing her work and adds a new notch on her bedpost each time another story is unleashed onto an unsuspecting universe.

A member of the Romance Writers of America and the Rainbow Writers chapter, Shae was first published in 2010 and has a lineup of short stories, novellas, and novels available from Dreamspinner Press, Wilde City Press, MLR Press, and Amber Allure.

Shae is part Jersey, part Irish, and all Southern, which explains why she never shuts up. When she’s not chained to her laptop, she enjoys cooking, traveling, watching baseball, and reading voraciously, and she’s an annual volunteer for the Dragon Con on-site publication, the Daily Dragon. You can find her hanging out on Twitter most any time @shaeconnor, but for the more direct route, you can email her at or visit her website at



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Cheers, everyone, and welcome back to a look at what we have coming up in the week ahead!

Here in the US, we’re celebrating Mother’s Day today, so before I move along to all the great things we have in store for the week ahead, I just want to say one thing. It takes far more than the biological ability to give birth to a child to make a mother. It simply takes a child, any child, who needs our unending patience, our unwavering courage, and our unconditional love and support to make a difference in their lives. That’s what being a mother is about–patience, courage, love and support–so whether that difference-maker is a grandmother, an aunt, a sister, a family friend, or a dad who is both mother and father to his child or children, I share this day with you and salute you for all the caring and love you put into nurturing and shaping the next generation.

Happy Mother’s Day! :)

And now, here’s what’s on tap!


Monday – Kicking off the week, we have Reesa Herberth and Michelle Moore stopping by on the Peripheral People blog tour

We’ll also have Shae Connor with us on the blog tour for her new novel Wayward Son, the sequel to Unfortunate Son

TuesdayZane Riley drops in today on the Go Your Own Way blog tour

And we’ll also welcome Deanna Wadsworth to talk about her new novel Wrecked, coming soon from Dreamspinner Press

Wednesday – We’ll have author Andi Van here with us today to talk about her new novel Starting with the Unexpected

And DSP Publications authors Carole Cummings and John Inman will join us with another edition of “Genre Talk”—today’s topic: Horror

Thursday – Today we’ll be welcoming author Jason N. Smith, who stops by to chat about his new novel Awakening: The Blood Rock Prophecy

Author Michael Kudo also joins us to talk about his new self-published novel Sequestered Hearts

FridayKeira Andrews gives us a peek at the cover of her upcoming novel Kick at the Darkness

M.J. O’Shea will also be our guest today on her Family Jewels blog tour

Saturday – Author Hayden Thorne joins us to talk about her upcoming novel Ansel of Pryor House

Sunday – And finally, today is the International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia and Transphobia, and The Novel Approach will once again be participating in the Hop Against Homophobia, Bi- and Transphobia. If you’ve never followed the hop before, as of this post there are more than 90 participating LGBT bloggers and authors, and there are always giveaways involved, so stay tuned for it


And that does it for this week. Until next time, happy reading!

2.5 Stars, Dreamspinner Press, Genre Romance, Reviewed by Jackie, Shae Connor

Review: Unfortunate Son by Shae Connor

Title: Unfortunate Son

Author: Shae Connor

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Pages/Word Count: 194 Pages

At a Glance: This book missed the mark for me

Blurb: Five years ago, Evan Day lost his lover in the Afghan sand, and in the fallout, he lost his military career and his family. With help from friends, he reinvented himself as porn star Trevor Hardball, but his scars are hidden, not healed. When Riley Yeats falls into Evan’s lap in a bar, he awakens a part of Evan he’d thought was dead and gone. Evan’s fascinated by the blond and twinky Riley, even though he’s the opposite of Evan’s usual type.

Then Evan’s family reappears his life, and Evan soon learns Riley has his own family-inflicted wounds—ones that make it hard for him to be there for Evan. A disastrous confrontation between Evan and his parents leaves Evan’s mother injured and Evan overcome by anger and fear. Losing his tenuous hold on his emotional control, Evan makes one bad decision after another, but maybe his final fall will be the wake-up call Evan needs to set things right—with his parents, and with Riley.


Review: After reading the blurb for this book I was adamant that I had to read it. The premise was amazing, and I couldn’t wait to see how the story would unfold.

There was so much potential in this story, but I feel like the author relied too heavily on the stereotypical, overused storylines of the genre and forgot to give us the romance. I believed the pain Evan was in from losing his lover and his brother to a military that threw him away. I also cried over the fact that he lost his parents to their bigotry. When he finds himself down and out, he turns to porn to earn a living, and he really does enjoy his job—almost a little too much.

Riley, on the other hand, is a man born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and is surviving off his trust fund. The downside to that is the fact that his parents treat him as an embarrassment and have pretty much cut him completely out of their lives.

These two men are total opposites but somehow they work together. I say somehow because I don’t believe the author ever convinced me of the fact that they belong together. They come together, have a nice date, and then boom, they’re fighting and not talking to one another. This is a cycle that repeats itself in the book. The MCs have more sex with other people than they do with each other.

I was hoping for a romance with this story, but I feel like the romance was completely missing. All the conflicts the author created for these men were resolved off page or way too easily to be believed. Even though this book missed the mark for me, I would definitely give the author another read in the future.

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Time for a Change

By Shae Connor

Thanks so much to Lisa and her crew for having me on The Novel Approach today to talk a little about my new novel, Unfortunate Son. Even though I’ve been published in the gay romance genre for over four years, this is only my second novel. I’ve been primarily a short story and novella writer, but while I still love those shorter lengths, I’m thrilled to be able to dig not only into more in-depth stories but also into my first series. It’s a big change for me, but it’s one I’m looking forward to.

Change is at the root of the story in Unfortunate Son. The main character of the book, Evan Day (aka Trevor Hardball), is a porn model and former military member, five years into a porn career he started mainly because he didn’t have many other options. He’d been outed and discharged from the Marine Corps under “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” after his lover died in an attack on their convoy, and when his parents found out—both about his sexuality and about his discharge—they turned his back on him. Friends helped him land on his feet and establish himself in the adult industry, but as the book begins, Evan has gotten jaded and is ready to move on with his life.

Even knowing it’s necessary, change can be difficult at any age. Evan’s just 25 in Unfortunate Son, but he’s seen and done a lot for someone who’s still so young. He knows he’s not satisfied where he is, but recognizing that feeling in yourself is a long way from knowing what to do about it. His unexpected meeting and developing relationship with Riley Yeats is just one of a number of catalysts that drive Evan’s story forward. And make no mistake: Unfortunate Son is very much Evan’s story. The romance is there, but more than that, it’s about Evan coming into himself.

Thankfully for Evan, as for most of us, he doesn’t exist in a vacuum. Evan’s past, his career, his romance with Riley, his relationships with his closest friends, and his parents’ return into his life—all of these and more contribute to Evan figuring out who he wants to be and how to get there from where he is.

Wrapping up Evan’s story was one of the most difficult parts of writing Unfortunate Son. That’s because there is no easy place to point to and say, “There, that’s it. He’s done. Right there.” This story is really more of a cross-section of a life, one that shows the twists and turns but doesn’t focus on beginnings or endings. While I hope it’s clear at the end where Evan is headed—and that Riley is by his side—he’s just taking the first steps along the path to his future.

But the end of Unfortunate Son isn’t the last time we’ll see Evan and Riley. They figure pretty prominently as secondary characters in book two of the series, Wayward Son, which is slated for publication in mid-2015. I have a sort of epilogue short story in the works for them as well. It’s hard to let go of guys I’ve spent so long with, but this will be another change for me: following characters through more than just one story.

I just hope readers feel the same way about these guys that I do. :)


_CoverArtUnfortunateSonBlurb: Five years ago, Evan Day lost his lover in the Afghan sand, and in the fallout, he lost his military career and his family. With help from friends, he reinvented himself as porn star Trevor Hardball, but his scars are hidden, not healed. When Riley Yeats falls into Evan’s lap in a bar, he awakens a part of Evan he’d thought was dead and gone. Evan’s fascinated by the blond and twinky Riley, even though he’s the opposite of Evan’s usual type.

Then Evan’s family reappears his life, and Evan soon learns Riley has his own family-inflicted wounds—ones that make it hard for him to be there for Evan. A disastrous confrontation between Evan and his parents leaves Evan’s mother injured and Evan overcome by anger and fear. Losing his tenuous hold on his emotional control, Evan makes one bad decision after another, but maybe his final fall will be the wake-up call Evan needs to set things right—with his parents, and with Riley.

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Excerpt: In this excerpt, which takes place about a week after Evan and Riley first hooked up, Evan has invited Riley to join him and his two closest friends, boyfriends Cory and Jimmy, for brunch…

Riley glanced around, and Evan set down his glass and waved to get his attention. Riley saw him and half smiled as he headed in their direction. Evan didn’t look at Cory, but he could see in his periphery that Cory’s eyes were alight with interest.

“I told you,” Evan growled under his breath. “Off. Fucking. Limits.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t admire,” Cory shot back. He smiled his best smile as Riley reached the table. “Hello there,” he cooed. “Evan was just telling us he’d invited a friend to join us.”

Riley faltered as he stopped. “I’m not party crashing, am I?”

“Oh no!” Cory reached out a hand to touch Riley’s arm. “You are absolutely welcome! Any friend of Evan’s is a friend of ours. Please, sit.” He waved toward the empty space next to Evan, and Evan gave Riley a smile too. Riley slid in slowly and sat a little stiffly.

“Riley,” Evan said, “meet two of my closest friends, Cory and Jimmy. Cory’s the loudmouth.” He laughed softly. “Well, normally Jimmy’s a pretty big loudmouth too, but not until he’s got more caffeine in.”

“Gee, thanks.” Jimmy shot Evan a mock glare and then grinned at Riley. “How’d you end up meeting this reprobate anyway?”

Evan lifted an eyebrow and his mimosa glass. “He fell right into my arms.”

Riley’s cheeks pinked. “It’s true,” he admitted. “Tripped and landed right in his lap.”

Cory crowed out a laugh. “Oh my God, that is fabulous! Did he catch you like the heroic stud he is?”

Evan could see Riley relaxing by inches. No one could resist Cory when he turned on the charm. “He did. Kept me from sliding right onto the floor. I bought him a drink to say thanks.”

“Awwwww,” Jimmy piped up. “Sounds like the setup for a Hollywood blockbuster.”

“Evan can be Ryan Gosling,” Cory chimed in, “and you can be Jennifer Lawrence!”

“We’ll call it ‘Meet Cute: A Millennial Romance.’” Jimmy spread out his hands as if writing the title on the air. Then he collapsed into a giggle fit.

“Drink your juice, Shelby.” Evan made a hurry-up gesture with one hand at the waiter as he approached with a coffeepot in hand. “You’ve got too much blood in your caffeine stream.”

Cory grabbed Jimmy’s coffee mug and shoved it toward the edge of the table. “Fill ’er up, mister!” He grinned at the waiter, who refilled the mug and smiled at Riley.

“What can I get for you, handsome?” he asked.

Riley returned the smile. “Do you still have the spinach and mushroom crepes?”

“We sure do! They are super yummy.”

This guy’s perkier than a coffeemaker, Evan thought, but he refrained from commenting while Riley confirmed his order and Mr. Perky assured them their food would be out soon. Evan drained his glass and reached for the pitcher. Riley eyed him and then nodded toward his glass.

“Is this a mimosa too?”

“Oh, no, honey,” Cory cut in, lips quirking. “Your friend over there made sure they brought you some plain OJ.”

Riley gave Evan a speculative look as he picked up the glass. “Thank you,” he said.

“You’re welcome.” For some reason, Evan couldn’t bring himself to laugh it off. Instead, he held his glass out, and Riley brought his forward to clink them together.

“To friends,” Riley said.

“Hear, hear!” Cory held out his glass, and Jimmy lifted his coffee mug, and the simple toast became a flurry of movement and laughter. By the time everything was sorted out, Cory was refilling his glass, Riley was close to needing a refill of his own, and everyone was relaxed and smiling. Evan swore he could see Jimmy bloom like a flower as his caffeine levels reached the full mark.

“So, Riley,” Cory said. “When you aren’t falling into a man’s outstretched arms, what do you do?”

Riley smiled, and Evan recognized it for the façade it was. “I’m in design,” Riley said. “Nothing major, mostly interior work for friends and some referrals.” He laughed, a practiced sound. “Mostly I live off my trust fund.” Before Cory could react to that, Riley leaned forward. “What about you?”

“Advertising,” Cory said. “I have a small boutique agency with a short client list. Jimmy over here”—he nudged Jimmy with an elbow—“is a massage therapist and has a private resort out in the sticks.”

“You love my stick,” Jimmy told Cory before grinning at Riley. “He’s right, though. Oasis is in the middle of the fuckin’ boonies. But I love it, and so does this one.” He nodded toward Cory. “When he drags himself away from the bright lights of the big city.”

“It is pretty gorgeous out there,” Evan agreed. “Lots of trees and green. Quiet. It makes a nice getaway.”

Perky McWaiter arrived just then, carrying a tray laden with plates, and a food runner appeared behind him with a smaller tray and a tray rack. In short order, they had the food distributed, an order for more orange juice for Riley had been taken, and they were off again. Jimmy reached for the syrup, Cory the salt and pepper, and Evan and Riley picked up their forks and dug in at the same moment. They looked at each other and smiled a private smile around their mouthfuls of deliciousness.


Shae ConnorAbout the Author: Shae Connor lives in Atlanta, where she’s a lackadaisical government worker for a living and writes sweet-hot romance under the cover of night. She’s been making things up for as long as she can remember, but it took her a long time to figure out that maybe she should try writing them down. She’s conned several companies into publishing her work and adds a new notch on her bedpost each time another story is unleashed onto an unsuspecting universe.

A member of the Romance Writers of America and the Rainbow Writers chapter, Shae was first published in 2010 and has a lineup of short stories, novellas, and novels available fromDreamspinner Press, Wilde City Press, MLR Press, and Amber Allure.

Shae is part Jersey, part Irish, and all Southern, which explains why she never shuts up. When she’s not chained to her laptop, she enjoys cooking, traveling, watching baseball, and reading voraciously, and she’s an annual volunteer for the Dragon Con on-site publication, the Daily Dragon. You can find her hanging out on Twitter most any time @shaeconnor, but for the more direct route, you can email her at or visit her website at


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Cheers, everyone, I hope you’ve had a lovely weekend filled with plenty of good reading. We have a great week in store for you: more reviews, guests, giveaways, and who knows what else? We’ve learned to expect the unexpected too. :)

Here’s what we have on tap in the week ahead:



MondayShae Connor kicks off our week with a guest post and giveaway on the Unfortunate Son blog tour

TuesdayMorticia Knight drops in with an exclusive excerpt and giveaway today on the Copping an Attitude (Sin City: Book Two) tour

WednesdayCarole Cummings is back with more Genre Talk. Her guest today is DSPP author John Inman, who’ll be discussing the Horror genre

ThursdaySid Love joins us today with an interview on his Let it Go blog tour

Friday – We’ll be participating in the cover reveal for Jaime Reese’s new novel A Restored Man today

We’ll also be hosting EM Lynley on her Dirty Dining blog tour

Saturday – Finally, to end our week, author Ines Johnson is back with an exclusive excerpt and giveaway of her novel The Pleasure Hound (Book Three)


And that does it for this time around, friends. Until next week, happy reading!


Kate McMurray, Kerry Freeman, Marguerite Labbe, Shae Connor

Welcome, Sports Fans! It’s The Playing Ball Anthology Tour – Little League, Where it All Starts


Okay, as I’ve said before, I’ve always loved baseball, it’s in my blood, but I have to say that what really made me fall in love with it forever was by watching Little League games. I was never very good at sports myself. I was the girl picking flowers in the field at the soccer game instead of chasing the ball. I was the one who always struck out swinging. Not to mention I was that child that ducked and covered when a ball came my way in volleyball.

However, when my little brother made the All Star Little League team I was hooked. It didn’t matter that by then I was a teenager who probably should’ve found cooler things to do if I was in any way normal, thankfully I’m not. Instead, I went to my brother’s games. I was the one who had to report on the progress with the game when I showed up late to find out that my mother had gotten every spectator kicked off the field because of her rant to the umpire. (She has never and will never change.)

I loved the chaos of Little League games, like the time an ice cream truck showed up mid-game and both teams left dust on the field in their effort to mob the truck first. Or the time one kid ran the bases backward. I loved how my little sister had to stop at each base and hop on it, she couldn’t run through it to the next one to save her life. (She ended up marrying my brother’s teammate from his All Star days.) Or how my son had to slide into each base and unfortunately fired up the rest of the team to do the same much to the coaches’ dismay.

I also loved the brilliance those kids could show sometimes. The way that I would sometimes forget I was watching kids play because they made it look so freaking flawless. Freaking kids. It blew my mind. Some games I will never forget. I won’t forget their passion, or their love of the game. I won’t forget the hours my brother logged in at the local batting cage, or how supportive those owners were of our county’s Little League team. Or how the local minor league team gave each team a chance to play a game on the “big field” and each time a chance to interact with the players at a game. My son stood with the second baseman during the National Anthem.

These are all memories that have lasted a lifetime and they definitely were an inspiration behind my story “Wild Pitch.” In it best friends and ex-Major League players Ruben and Alan coach rival Little League teams as they start their own All Star season.



“The one constant through all the years… has been baseball.” — Field of Dreams

Baseball, America’s Pastime, carries with it a mythology like no other sport, entwined with the ups and downs of the nation. In Playing Ball, authors Shae Connor, Kerry Freeman, Marguerite Labbe, and Kate McMurray explore the love for baseball and among the men who play it, from the 1920s through modern times. These four stories tell the tales of baseball men who find love off the field, whether with the heir to a baseball empire, a sports reporter, a fan, or even each other after their playing careers come to an end.

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College student Toby MacMillan, grandson of Atlanta Braves owner Ray MacMillan, works with the team’s locker room crew during the baseball season. It’s there that he meets Caleb Browning, who’s getting his first shot at the big leagues, and Toby, who’s been trying to keep his sexuality under wraps, finds himself smitten. An innocent dinner soon turns into a not-so-innocent night together in Caleb’s bed, but Toby quickly calls things off, afraid of the ramifications of their tryst.

Unable to avoid each other because of their jobs, the two men develop a tentative friendship, but it soon becomes more. After Caleb takes a fastball to the head during a game, Toby’s presence at his hospital bedside catches the attention of more than just the medical staff. Their budding romance hits the news, and Toby’s grandfather threatens to cut Toby out of team ownership unless he denies it. Facing a choice between the team he’s loved all his life and the man he could love for the rest of it, Toby has to decide if he’s ready to make a stand.


For as long as Ruben Martell has known him, he’s been in love with his best friend Alan Hartner. They played together, traveled together and publicly dueled on opposite teams. Now years later they’re both retired from the Major Leagues, are running a business together and coaching rival Little League teams. And in all those years, Ruben hasn’t given up hope that Alan might return his feelings one day, but now he’s starting to believe that Alan will never chose to move beyond the memory of his late wife.

Alan quit the game at the height of his career to take care of his sons and the one constant he’s been able to rely on is Ruben. In all that time he has tried to forget about the night everything changed, only being with Ruben on a day-to-day basis is weakening his resolve. They’d stepped over the line before and it had hurt their friendship and left Alan with a guilt he didn’t know how to handle. Alan doesn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that friendship now even if it mean denying the feelings he’s kept locked away for so long.


In the summer of 1927, all anyone in New York can talk about is Babe Ruth and the Yankees’ Murderer’s Row, the unstoppable batting lineup that no other team can beat. Skip Littlefield, an infielder for the less flashy New York Giants, is happy to let the Babe take the spotlight, even as he starts hitting as well as Ruth himself. Sports journalist Walter Selby has gained a reputation for being something of a dandy. He’s a force to be reckoned with, too, as one of the most dynamic voices in the daily papers. And now he can’t help but notice the talented first baseman helping the Giants race for the pennant. Then he meets the man and is left breathless—Skip is talented, soft-spoken, and also incredibly handsome. And Walt quickly comes to understand why Skip wants to stay out of the spotlight.

Against the backdrop of the lights of Times Square, the excitement of the era, and some of the most incredible baseball anyone has ever played, Skip starts to fall for Walt. But no one can know. Skip’s only hope is that the more charismatic stars will draw attention away from the quite romance blooming between Skip and Walt, or else Skip’s whole career and everything he loves is at stake.


After the last game of his major league career, Jake Wilson is hitting the road, and he’s making a few stops along the way. He has an ex-wife with a new life in New Mexico, a son following in his footsteps in Oklahoma, a daughter with an announcement in Tennessee, and the gamble of a lifetime in Georgia. In 2,500 miles, his life will completely change, and he can only hope that his visit to his first love will cause everything to change for the better.


The sun beat down on the diamond and the air had dust kicked up from dozens of cleats. Though it was warm, it wasn’t as humid as it would be back in Florida. Most winters, Ruben couldn’t figure out how he’d ended up in Vermont, of all places, but he loved the summers, even if they were too short. He loved the mist on the mountains on quiet mornings and the view from his house of the picturesque lake. Even more than that, he loved the community in this small town and their passion for the local Little League teams.

Ruben looked around at the ring of expectant young faces covered in sweat, all with streaks of dirt embedded into their uniforms. Was there any better sport than baseball? Despite everything that had been dragging him down and his argument with Alan, it hadn’t been hard to throw himself into the scrimmage, not with all these boys looking to him and his assistant coach, Laurie, for direction.

“That was a great scrimmage, guys. You keep that heart when the games begin, and we’ll take this the whole way.”

“Coach Hartner has got real good hitters on his team,” Sammy said as he looked back at Alan’s team, huddled by the other dugout.

“And we have good hitters on ours too. Don’t let him psych you out, now.” Ruben tugged on the bill of Sammy’s cap. “Besides, if you keep pitching the way you do, you’ll leave them swinging at nothing but air.”

“Hey, Coach, you gonna do the game ball this year?” Christian chimed in, setting his glove on his head like a makeshift baseball cap. Ruben refrained from shaking his head as he struck a pose. The kid was a good player when he focused on the game instead of midfield song and dance antics. His biggest hurdle was the need to be constantly doing something.

“Absolutely.” Ruben retrieved one of the balls they’d used in practice, the pristine white of the leather all but gone behind ground-in dirt. He signed it and tossed the ball to Laurie to sign as well. He gave one ball away at the end of every scrimmage and game, and made sure all the kids got one over the course of the season. “Okay, this ball goes to Parker. You’ve showed the most improvement since we started practice and you kept your head in the game today.”

“Wicked!” Parker’s face lit up as he caught the ball, and his teammates congratulated him before racing off to raid the cooler for their drinks and snacks. For a few minutes there was nothing but chaos as parents packed up their folding chairs and tried to get their kids’ equipment sorted out. Ruben glanced across at the other dugout and picked out Alan’s familiar figure as he shoved spare bats into the duffel bag.


To celebrate the release of PLAYING BALL and our blog tour, Shae, Kate, Kerry, and I have put together a pretty awesome giveaway.

Grand prize: A print copy of PLAYING BALL signed by all four authors, a unisex BBQ apron featuring hot athletes from Originals by Lauren, and swag from all four authors.

Runner-up prize: An ebook copy of PLAYING BALL and swag from all four authors.

The giveaway will run from 12AM Central on September 21, 2013 to 12AM Central on October 11, 2013. To give an opportunity for the authors to get together to sign the book and gather swag, the winners will be picked and the prizes shipped after the end of GayRomLit 2013.

But there are some rules:

You must be a resident of Earth, 18 years or older, who lives in a place where the viewing of adult material is legal. By entering the giveaway, you are indicating your agreement to the rules. Winners must provide a physical mailing address to receive their prizes. If a winner does not respond to the prize notification within 48 hours, the prize will be re-awarded.

Good luck!


Anne Brooke, Charlie Harding, Clare London, Eric Arvin, Ethan Stone, Ewan Creed, Geoffrey Knight, Hank Edwards, J.P. Barnaby, Lloyd Meeker, Owen Keehnen, Patrick Darcy, Pelaam, Shae Connor, Wilde City Press

Your 4th Of July is About To Get All Kinds Of Wilde!


Summer is all about fun, adventure and making great holiday memories. What do the Wilde City authors get up to? Find out when they were asked about some of their favorite summer traditions … past, present, and future.

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What is your favorite July 4th / Independence Day memory or tradition?


Shae Connor

My favorite July 4th tradition is putting the watermelon in the pool.

See, my extensive extended family mostly lives in and around a small Georgia town, and the main gathering place for as long as I can remember has been the house of one of my grandmother’s sisters. (Both my grandmother and her sister are gone now, but some things just don’t change.)

Every year on the 4th of July, everyone who’s in town gathers at that house for a cookout. There’s a big grill out back, where the manly men types cook the meat. There’s also a pool, and every year, there’s a watermelon that goes in the pool. The kids play with it in the water most of the day, and then after everyone eats, the watermelon gets fished out, washed off, and sliced for everyone to dig in. The water in the pool chills it perfectly, not too cold like it would be from the fridge.

Now I want some pool-cooled watermelon!

I’ve been making up stories for as long as I can remember, but it took me a long time to figure out that maybe I should start writing them down. I started out writing fanfic well over a decade ago, and in 2010, I moved into original fiction. (Though I do still get waylaid by a fanfiction plotbunny now and then.)

Shae is new to Wilde City. Look for Fringes, her Charlie Harding Presents erotic sci-fi short due out later this summer. Visit her at:


Owen Keehnen

I am not sure if it was the exactly the 4th of July, but I do recall the fireworks. I was probably 20 or so and felt very grown up. I was in my first real apartment with my first real boyfriend. It was night and to escape the heat we climbed out my bedroom window onto the roof. We spread a sheet on the graveled tar and were lying there just holding hands and watching the stars. There was heat lightning to the south. The small town fireworks began about a half hour after dusk and probably lasted a total of five minutes. When they ended, I turned to him and said, “I love you.” I didn’t know exactly what those words entailed, but I knew how I felt and at that moment there wasn’t a doubt in my mind. It was such a feeling of complete contentment. We ended up falling asleep out there on the roof and climbed back inside around 3 a.m. He’s gone now, but whenever I see fireworks I think of him and that rooftop and that moment. It always brings a smile.

In addition to the four poems he contributed to Falling Awake, Owen has two other projects coming soon to Wilde City. The LGBT Book of Days is a fun and comprehensive guide to thousands of the most important dates in LGBT history – it’s great for reference and trivia and a real treat to compile. The second is a humorous novel called Young Digby Swank, a gay coming of age story about growing up Catholic which is hilarious and heartbreaking and heroic all at the same time. Visit Owen on facebook.


Hank Edwards

Meet Josh Stanton, orphaned at a young age in the mid-1800s, he has always been considered an outcast in Belkin’s Pass. Now he’s grown into a quiet, well-educated young man full of secrets, the least of which is his love for his best friend, town deputy Dex Wells. But when the ancient vampire Balthazar begins feeding on the residents of Belkin’s Pass, Josh’s secrets prove to be the turning point in a battle for the souls of the townspeople—but at what personal cost? —- Cowboys & Vampires, available now at Wilde City Press.

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What is your favorite Summer memory or tradition?

Geoffrey Knight

My favourite Independence Day moment has to be when Will Smith socks that mean old alien in the chops after they have the dogfight in the canyon and he says something bad-ass like, “You aliens just wrecked my July 4 barbecue and now I’m gonna have me some E.T. burgers because you guys suck!” Oh … you mean a real Independence Day memory, not a scene from the movie! I guess I’ll answer the Best Summer Memory or Tradition question instead.

I don’t think I have one particular memory or tradition that stands out because I love everything about Summer. Being Australian, Summer means lots of public holidays: Christmas, Boxing Day, New Year’s Day and Australia all happen in the space of a month or so, so January pretty much means lots of delicious seafood and days at the beach and your skin feels dusty with sea-salt the whole time, which is a feeling I love. Now that I’ve moved to an island it’s even better; Sydney beaches can get really crowded but up here I can walk from one end of the beach to the other with my dogs and not see a soul. And yes, of course I go in for a skinny dip! ;)

“I want to see.” … “Nash, we’re in Egypt, in the ruins of an ancient city, standing in front of a secret door! Aren’t you curious?”
“Curiosity killed the – ” … “No, I’m not curious.”
The lie was unconvincing enough to give Ryan the confidence to sway him.
Sway him with a kiss. …
“Curious yet?”

You can read Nash’s answer in Cairo Curse, book two in the Vampire Lair series. Visit Geoff at


Lloyd Meeker

My favorite summer tradition is honoring the solstice. In one old tradition, Midsummer Night was the time to leave a small dish of brandy in the garden as a gift to the fairies, which I’ve always thought was charming. Inviting the goodwill of nature is always a sensible idea!

I mark the solstice by honoring extremes – the dark of winter in the southern hemisphere and the light of summer in the northern – and the inevitable swing of the one toward the other. It is the wisdom of the Tao, the dance of light and dark, each with the spark of the other in its core.

This idea may seem pretty dry, but try this little experiment: sit on a playground swing and build momentum. Make the point furthest back winter solstice, when movement forward begins, and make the point farthest forward summer solstice, when graceful retreat begins. Feel the delicious centrifugal force as you move, your weightlessness at both far points – and remember the earth, held in her arc by the sun.

Gay PI Russ Morgan doesn’t mind being fifty but hates being single. He’s made peace with being a psychic empath, and he’s managed to build a decent life since getting sober. As he uncovers obscene secrets shrouded in seeming righteousness, he might have to make peace with a sword of justice that cuts the innocent as deeply as the guilty. —- Enigma, coming soon to Wilde City Press.

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Clare London

I wish the UK had July 4 celebrations as well! This summer so far, we’ve had sleet, flood rains, gale force winds and then occasionally a sunny, hot day. I think this is the reason most of our sentimental celebrations take place in the latter half of the year. Or why the British talk constantly about the weather.

It seemed sunnier in The Old Days, when I was young(er). One happy memory is of an annual trip with friends to Henley-on-Thames, for a barbeque/picnic beside the river. This was the irresponsible time before kids and mortgages! We always arranged a game of rounders (like baseball, but not), competing with way more enthusiasm than skill, and helped along (or hindered?) by huge amounts of alcohol.

We still have photographic evidence of the fun. A gal sitting in her bikini, draining the last cupful of fruit punch from a litre-sized jug. A chap with his younger brother hauled over his shoulder, running towards the river to throw him in. Various self-inflicted rounders-bat injuries on sunburned shins. Clare, clutching river weeds to her chest because she lost her tube top when she dived in…

Oh those lazy, hazy afternoons of summer!

Meet Freeman, a quiet man who’s not used to sharing his plans, his history, or his emotions. He’s returned to the city on business, a case that has nothing to do with the people he once left behind: his ex-wife, his male ex-lover, and his ex-business partner. He has no plans to engage with any of them again – until he meets Kit, the provocative young man who’s going to pull Freeman from the safety of his shell, whether he wants to or not. —- Freeman, coming soon to Wilde City Press.

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Eric Arvin

I’m a big music slut any time of the year, but I especially love summer music or music that makes me think of summer. Every spring I make an awesome playlist for the warmer months. There be lots of frivolity and even some slower tunes in the mix. Here are a few from this year’s playlist:

Boys on the Radio by Hole
Mad About You by Belinda Carlisle
Love This by Cosmo Jarvis
Love Profusion by Madonna (Madonna has a lot of great summer tunes)
Car Wheels on A Gravel Road by Lucinda Williams

Midnight City by M83 (they’re last album was a summer spectacular)
I’m Like a Bird by Nelly Furtado
Soak Up the Sun by Sheryl Crow
Summer Fling by kd lang (from her album Invincible Summer)
Summertime Clothes by Animal Collective

Wicked Game by Chris Isaak
Spaceman by The Killers (again, they’ve got a lot of great summery songs)
Boys of Summer by Eric Himan (a great version of the Don Henley classic)
For the Summer by Ray LaMontagne
Summer Days by Norah Jones

Summertime by Ella Fitzgerald
Summer Moved On by A-ha
Freeway by Aimee Mann (Mann’s voice just sounds like summer to me, other Mann Summer songs include 4th of July and Fifty Years After the Fair)
Free Falling by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
End of the Innocence by Don Henley

If I Ever Feel Better by Phoenix
Birmingham by Shovels & Rope
Ramona by Night Beds
Singing in My Sleep by Semisonic
Lightning Bolt by Jake Bugg

Eric Arvin resides in the same sleepy Indiana river town where he grew up. He graduated from Hanover College with a Bachelors in History. He has lived, for brief periods, in Italy and Australia. He has survived brain surgery and his own loud-mouthed personal demons. Eric is the author of The Mingled destinies of Crocodiles and Men, and various other sundry and not-so-sundry writings. He intends to live the rest of his days with tongue in cheek and eyes set to roam.

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Patrick Darcy

Without a doubt, on a cold summer night in Dublin, I dream of being naked on an Ibizan beach. Preferably Playa Es Cavallet, the gay nudist beach. It’s a bit of a trek; you have to get past the German and Dutch naturalist before getting to the promised land of sexy, naked homos. I see it now, hot muscled hunks, with tattoos and great big…….

The beach is all white sand lined with cool beach bars, and the sound of funky music fills the air. Such a great relaxed vibe and beautiful people cruising each other. To say it’s sexual would be an understatement.

Summer is all about being naked, however, there are occasional problems. As a weak and feeble man, I am constantly being shown up by my hardon. I want to be dignified and European. But I’m Irish, I see a hot naked guy and, well, my cock just has to show its appreciation. Total nude beach faux pas. Oh the shame of it! The only saving grace is that my buns are rather pert. So I spend most of the day laying on my front, peaking through my Roy Orbison shades at all the beach talent.

OK. now I’m horny!

Hi! I’m Patrick Darcy. Rugby player, Irishman and writer of full strength gay erotica. Follow me at, as I comment on life in Dublin, hot men and all the things that make me tick. There are two big passions in my life: great sex and rugby. Quite often, these are combined! I love the thrill of competition, the power, the intensity, the brotherhood of rugby.

Oh, and I love being naked!


Anne Brooke

My favourite summer memory is my mother’s homemade lemonade. She only ever made it in summer as she said it was an outdoor drink and needed a big dose of sunshine to make the bubbles pop. Apparently winter would make the whole drink go grey and flat, and as I was young I believed her – and in a way I still do. Homemade lemonade only ever appeared about three or four times a year and only when we were very good and she was pleased with us. It wasn’t ever something she prepared for either but, in our family group, she would slip away quietly and after a while one or another of us would realise she was missing. From then on the excitement would mount and then – at last! – half an hour or so later she would reappear with a huge jug of lovely lemony-yellow bubbly drink and a selection of glasses. Drinking it meant you had enough sugar in your system to last you well into the next month, but it was like a blast of sunshine and citrus in the mouth, I can tell you. Sheer bliss!

The night I met Luke Milton, the last thing I was looking for was any kind of relationship …

“What the hell are you doing?” …
“Waiting for you …”
“You’ve not covered up your mark.” … “You must have taken some stick for it from the office.”
“Why should I cover it up? You gave it to me. That’s worth all the stick in the world.”

Read the rest of Luke and Alan’s interactions in The Beginning of Knowledge, available now at Wilde City Press. Visit Anne at


Ewan Creed

I’ll set the scene for you – a rowboat, a bottle of wine, a low moon, and a good man. We had met on the beach that morning and clicked, so after hanging out all day I invited him out to dinner and then for a ride on the lake. There was just something about him. It was so easy to talk to him. I told him more about myself than I told my best friends and he shared just as much about himself. That evening was nothing special in the scheme of things, and yet perfect at the same time. It was one of those connections you just don’t forget. He was the first person I ever told that I wanted to be a writer.

Meet Alex, a man caught up in the leather bar scene of 1975, a man consumed by the feeling of sexual abandon and freedom. One night Alex gets more than he bargained for and is transported into a dark carnal wonderland of sexual abandon and perpetual desire, a world that can trap a man for all eternity. —- The Leather Bar Mural, available now from Wilde City Press.

Follow all of Ewan’s release dates HERE.



If you could escape to anywhere in the world this summer, where would it be?

J.P. Barnaby

J. P. Barnaby, an award-winning gay romance novelist, is the author of over a dozen books including the Little Boy Lost series, the Forbidden Room series, 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.

J.P.’s new Rentboy series is coming to Wilde City press later this year. Visit J.P. at



I live in New Zealand and summer here starts in December. For someone born in the UK, seeing bikinis and sun lotion next to Christmas trees and decorations just isn’t right. A holiday somewhere hot and sultry with exotic cocktails might be most people’s idea of summer bliss. However, I’d like to escape to celebrate my summer Christmas in Canada with snow, caribou, and lots of mulled wine.

Living in clean, green New Zealand, I am an author, foodie, wine buff and Art Historian. I write M/M romance, particularly paranormal, sci-fi and fantasy, and like to add passion, and a twist, to my tales. I grew up on Dr Who, Star Trek and The Night Stalker. I never leave the house without at least one notebook, ready to jot down anything the muse may whisper. Visit me on facebook.


Charlie Harding

I would scoop up my partner Scotty Rage and we’d meet up with our 10 closest friends at a beach somewhere. Seafood, cocktails, sand, sun and the people we care about… Our favorite combination!

Charlie Harding joined the ranks of adult performers in February 2012. He has won multiple awards including “Best New Cummer,” “Best Daddy,” “Best Ass Eater 2012” and “Manly Man”. Charlie has also put his multiple college degrees to work building network of business ventures including launching his own line of personally selected gay erotica at Charlie lives in Atlanta, Georgia with his partner and fiance, Scotty Rage.


Ethan Stone

I would love to go on a cruise to somewhere warm but not too hot. I want a place with a beach, cool clear water and some hot cabana boys. The hot cabana boys are not just for eye candy, they’d be there for inspiration. The whole trip would be for inspiration since I’ve been having a hard time with writing lately. Being in a relaxing environment with pretty eye candy all around me could really help with my writing block. Additionally, it would benefit my health as well. If I were to lay shirtless in the sun, soaking up all that vitamin D, I’d have all the energy I need for anything that happened to come up. :-)

Anyone wanting to contribute to the “Save Ethan’s Mental and Physical Health” Cruise feel free to use Paypal.

“Did you like what you saw out there?” …
“You’re a very … talented dancer.” …
“Anything else you liked?”
“You fishing for a compliment, Holt? You don’t seem the type to need your ego stroked.”
“Maybe it’s not my ego I want s…”

See if Jason Holt ever gets around to telling Quinn what he wants stroked, Past Tense available now at Wilde City Press. Visit Ethan at