Sunday, October 19, 2014

My TBR pile: Murder on the Mountain @jamiefessenden1 #mustread #TBRpile

Here's another book that I've added to my TBR pile...and wasn't I lucky enough to get to interview the author—which makes me wish fervently for an opening in my schedule so I can read it even faster! *looks at list of things to do and wonders what I can knock down a few notches* lol

So please let me introduce you to Jamie Fessenden and his book Murder on the Mountain...

Describe your style of writing in five words or less.   
Lean, transparent, easy to read.

You have a new release out—Murder on the Mountain...I'm gonna share the blurb in a few...but tell us about it in your own words.
I’ve always enjoyed the “cozy” type of murder mystery like those of Agatha Christie—an amateur detective, a murder, a clearly-defined group of suspects, and an interesting puzzle.  Murder on the Mountain is my attempt at a cozy.  While I did research how the NH State Police conduct murder investigations, police procedure isn’t the emphasis of the story.  It’s the puzzle.  Of course, there is also a budding romance between Kyle and Jesse. 

When did the idea for this story come to you?
I’ve been wanting to do a story like this for decades, ever since I was a teenager.  I plotted some out, but didn’t have the skill to write them back then.  After I was published, I made an attempt with my novel Murderous Requiem.  I’m fond of that novel, but it has one fatal flaw as a murder mystery—the murder occurs “off-screen” and nobody is trying to solve it.  There are other mysterious things that take up the main character’s attention, but it isn’t a “murder mystery” in any real sense.  Murder on the Mountain is a classic who-dunnit, inspired by my experiences as a child when my father worked on the summit of Mount Washington.  It’s a beautiful place, but the extremes of temperature and weather make it treacherous for inexperienced hikers.

Is this a solo story or could this turn into maybe a series? Do you see Kyle and Jesse getting into mischief in the future for us?
It was always intended to be a series of mysteries featuring Kyle and Jesse as the sleuths.  I’ve already begun plotting the next one.

What is your favorite genre to write in?
There isn’t really just one.  I love mysteries, but I also love science fiction, historical (especially the Viking Era), high fantasy, psychological drama, and even holiday stories.

What shocking taboo subject would you love to try and conquer in the future?
I’ve already begun writing a contemporary story (Violated) about a man whose life is destroyed when he’s raped by a good friend.  I don’t intend to pull my punches, and this one may be a rough read.  But I’m hoping I can “go there” without falling into the trap of writing a fictionalized PSA.

What are you working on now?
I have a deadline for an anthology (Gothika #3) coming up.  That’s a werewolf story (Isolation).  I’m also writing a YA science fiction novel about two Martian colonies forced to work together to survive, despite political conflicts back on Earth (Martian Born), and the contemporary novel I mentioned (Violated).  I’m in the planning stages of Kyle and Jesse’s next mystery, and F.E. Feeley, Jr. and I are about halfway through a novel about a haunted inn in Vermont (Borderland).

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When Jesse Morales, a recent college grad who aspires to be a mystery writer, volunteers to work on the summit of Mt. Washington for a week, he expects to work hard. What he doesn’t expect is to find a corpse in the fog, lying among the rocks, his head crushed. The dead man turns out to be a young tourist named Stuart Warren, who strayed from his friends while visiting the mountain.

Kyle Dubois, a widowed state police detective, is called to the scene in the middle of the night, along with his partner, Wesley Roberts. Kyle and Jesse are instantly drawn to one another, except Jesse’s fascination with murder mysteries makes it difficult for Kyle to take the young man seriously. But Jesse finds a way to make himself invaluable to the detective by checking into the hotel where the victim's friends and family are staying and infiltrating their circle. Soon, he is learning things that could very well solve the case—or get him killed.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Must Reads: Say Something @PridePromo @batortuga #mustread #bookcontest

About BA Tortuga: Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing porn sites in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife (still amazing to say that), Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.

Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has gone to the high desert mountains and fallen in love. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.

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Say Something
Cover Artist: Angsty G
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

We've got blurbage: Jenson has loved Mike his whole life, but he has never known how to tell Mike how he feels. After high school Mike leaves for college and his Hollywood dream, while cowboy Jenson stays behind in their small East Texas hometown. Neither man knows what to say to go beyond friendship, even though they come together through all of the best and worst times of their lives. The most amazing moments keep bringing them back together, but through huge love and terrible loss, sickness and health, their timing never seems right to take their relationship to the next level. When the universe gives them one final chance, Jenson must overcome his fear and say the most important something before it's too late.

And a sneak peek:
“So, this guy, he’s the one?” Ricky leaned over the edge of the bed, head dangling down.

“That kills brain cells, man.” Mike looked at himself in the mirror, working the thick pancake makeup to make the scar less noticeable.

“Uh-huh. So does green, and we smoke that. The scar is hot, honey. Leave it alone.”

Mike grunted. “He’s only ever seen it with stitches.”

“He’s, like, a real cowboy?”

“Uh-huh. We’ve been together forever. I just… I can’t believe he’s coming.” Really coming, here. Jenson. Finally. Mike touched up his eyeliner, and looked at himself again. Maybe glasses….

“You’re such a big queen.” Ricky laughed, waving at him upside down.

“You’re just jealous that I’m not your big queen.”

“Nah. You’re too toppy.” Ricky cackled, and Mike had to laugh. Everyone knew Rick would bottom up for anyone.

“Oh yeah. I’m a big bad leather daddy.” He turned and flexed, playing happily. Ricky was going to be a model. Hell, the guy was already working. Him, though, he still wanted to act.

He thought he could. His profs said he had talent. He just had his damned face to overcome.

The phone rang, and he spun around. “Oh God. Do you think it’s him?”

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10/7: Lee Brazil
10/10: Kimi-Chan
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10/22: Love Bytes

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Must Reads: Damian’s Discipline @PridePromo @IslandTalesPres @ParkerWAuthor #mustread #bookcontest

About K.C. Wells: Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.

K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings – writing about men in love was even hotter...

K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career.

The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.

About Parker Williams: Parker Williams began to write as a teen, but never showed his work to anyone. As he grew older, he drifted away from writing, but his love of the written word moved him to reading. A chance encounter with an author changed the course of his life as she encouraged him to never give up on a dream. With the help of some amazing friends, he rediscovered the joy of writing, thanks to a community of writers who have become his family.

Parker firmly believes in love, but is also of the opinion that anything worth having requires work and sacrifice (plus a little hurt and angst, too). The course of love is never a smooth one, and Happily Ever After always has a price tag.

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Damian’s Discipline
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

We've got blurbage: The man who pimped Jeff may be in prison, but Jeff is still living the nightmare, selling himself to men and relying on pills to manage. Then he meets Scott, a young American man who could easily have been where Jeff is now. Scott’s friends extend a helping hand to Jeff, and he grabs it.

Leo and Thomas bring Jeff to stay with Dom Damian Barnett until they can find him someplace more long-term. Still grieving from losing his sub to cancer two years before, Damian agrees to help. But when he glimpses the extent of the damage, Damian wants to do more than offer his guestroom. Jeff is not a submissive, but Damian can see he desperately needs structure in his life. It’s up to Damian to find an answer.

He never expects that what he discovers will change both their lives.

Categories: M/M Romance, BDSM, Romance, Contemporary

And a sneak peek:
I LOVED it when it was evening and all was quiet and peaceful. No traffic noise intruded into the house, and in the lounge, the only sound was the slow ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece. Give me a mechanical clock any day. Not that I had anything against more modern timepieces, but there was something soothing about the sound. The clock had been my grandmother’s, and I took loving care of it, making sure it was oiled and wound. Right then my evening was perfect: the tick of the clock, a glass of Cabernet on the table next to me, and a worn, hardcover Sherlock Holmes novel in my hands. I’d lost count of how many times I’d read The Hound of the Baskervilles, but re-reading a favorite book was a warm, comforting experience. The wine created a warm glow inside me. I took another sip.

And then my phone rang.

The temptation to ignore its clamoring call was huge. I was happy, comfortable, and anyone ringing me at home during the evening had to want something. All my friends knew my routines, especially since Oliver....

I closed my eyes. I could almost hear that edge of amusement in his voice. “You going to answer that, Sir?” And yes, I could see the gleam in his eye as he awaited my reaction, tense in nervous anticipation. Brat loved pushing my buttons. With a sigh, I picked up the call.

“Damian? It’s Leo. We need your help.”

I placed the wine on the table. “What can I do for you?” My interest was piqued immediately. It had been quite a while since the co-owner of my BDSM club had called me at home.

“Sorry to disturb you, but you were the first person I could think of. We have a boy. He’s nineteen, and he needs help.”

Ohhhh...and an exclusive excerpt!
“You okay in there?”

Damian’s unexpected knock and his voice made me jump.

“I’m fine.” I listened as his footsteps receded. Unable to lie there any longer, I climbed out of the bath and toweled myself dry. Damian was moving around downstairs. I slipped into the soft red robe and snuggled it around my body.

He’s being so good to me, and yet I have to stab him in the back by stealing from him. In spite of my bath, I felt lousy, unclean.

I opened the bathroom door as quietly as I could and stepped out onto the landing. To my right was the room where I’d slept the night before. To the left had to be Damian’s room, the door ajar. I peered inside at the wide bed with matching oak bedside tables. The room had a warm, homely feel. It was clear which side Damian slept on. To one side there was a photo frame, containing a picture of the same young man I’d already seen. What drew my interest was the frame. It looked like it was made of silver.

That might fetch enough at a pawnshop.

At that moment I loathed myself.

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Monday, September 29, 2014

Book Blast: Confetti, Cake, & Confessions @PridePromo @islandtalespres #mmromance #bookcontest

About K.C. Wells: Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C.Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.

K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings – writing about men in love was even hotter...

K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career.
The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.

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Confetti, Cake, & Confessions
Publisher: Island Tales Press
Cover Artist: Meredith Russell

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Tony Porter and Marc Powell had lived in the same house for the past eight years, since their single parents moved in together. When Tony’s mother Marie and Marc’s father Dennis decide to tie the knot at last, it should be an occasion of great joy for everyone. Except all Marc can think about is having to spend the next two weeks with the young man he’s been in love with since he was sixteen.

Tony feels so torn about Marc coming home from college. He keeps telling himself that it’s wrong to feel this way about him. After all, in two weeks’ time they’ll be related. So when the two young men are thrown together to prepare for the wedding, tensions rise and discoveries are made.

It’s going to be a very long two weeks, and a wedding that no one will ever forget.

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, New Adult

Hannah’s sigh filled his ear. “I have some news for you.” Marc said nothing but waited, the skin on the back of his neck getting in on the act. “Tony has a girlfriend.”

Marc swore it was so quiet in his room, he could hear the second hand on his alarm clock as it marked time. Tony has a girlfriend. Well, crap.

“Marc? You still there?”

Marc pulled himself together. “Yeah, sure. So, who’s the lucky girl?” He tried to ignore the ache in his heart.

Well, what did I expect? He’s straight, after all.

He could hear the sympathy in Hannah’s tone. “Marc, you don’t have to pretend. This is me you’re talking to, remember?”

Marc threw his arm across his eyes, as if that would block the images that were firing up in his brain. Tony kissing a girl. Fuck—Tony having sex.

It’ll come. It has to. Only, Marc would make sure he wasn’t around to see it. He could put up with sharing a room with Tony for the rest of the summer, but knowing his soon-to-be stepbrother was off somewhere fucking a girl? That was more than Marc could bear.

He laughed quietly. “I suppose it had to happen sooner or later.”

“Do you think he’d have acted differently if he knew you were gay?”

Marc frowned. “What does me being gay have to do with anything? It’s not like that would change anything, right? Han, he’s straight, no matter how much I might wish it were otherwise.”

“I think you should tell him.” Hannah’s words were soft.

Marc barked out a bitter laugh. “And say what? ‘No, don’t do it, Tony. I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen. And by the way, in a fortnight, I’ll be your frigging stepbrother.’ Yeah, I can see that conversation going down really well.”

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Book Blast: Georgia Knights @PridePromo @juliatalbot #mmromance #bookcontest

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About Julia Talbot: Julia Talbot lives in the great Southwest, where there is hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full time author, Julia has been published by Torquere Press, Dreamspinner Press, and Changeling Press. She believes that everyone deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters are involved.

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Georgia Knights
Publisher: Torquere Press Inc
Cover Artist: Alessia Brio

We've got blurbage:
When anthropologist Georgia Cortez heads to rural Georgia from New Mexico, she’s on the trail of a juicy old legend. Haley Falls seems like just the place for old-time ghost stories and spooky hauntings, but she’s on the hunt for something far rarer, a survival of an old sect of medieval knights.

Caid and Alton are Haley Fall natives, and they used to be best friends. A falling out years ago ended in them not speaking, even after Alt left town and returned older, if not wiser. They unite when it comes to a nosy scholar like Georgia picking apart their heritage, and putting their whole town in danger. When boys meet girl, though, they decide wooing is far better than scaring the lady off, and they set about distracting Georgia in the best way.

While their three way romance heats up, so does the intrigue in Haley Falls, until the three of them are facing a danger far worse than falling in love with each other.

Categories: Bisexual, Contemporary, Ménage, Thriller

And a sneak peek:
"Boys..." She felt all flushed and tipsy, like her skin was too hot. It was amazing.

"Alt..." Caid stared at Alton over her head. "You. Damn it." There was no anger there. Just a strangled heat.

Alton lifted one eyebrow. "Whut? We're all adults here. There's no reason not to enjoy ourselves."

Well, that was true enough. She sure was enjoying them. A lot.

Georgia took a bit of pizza and offered it to Caid, holding it up to his lips. "Want some?"

"Mmmhmm." Caid nipped it out of her fingers, licking at a little sauce that slid down to her knuckle.

She watched as he licked her finger clean, then offered a bite to Alton, going from sweet smile to wicked grin.

"Tasty." Alton was more blatant, nibbling her fingers along with the pizza, loving on her.

Her nipples were hard as rocks, her belly taut and tense.

"Lord, Caid. She smells good, huh?" Alton leaned on her, smiling across at Caid, hand pushing Caid's against her under the table.

"You both do." Caid said it on a moan, Adam's apple bobbing.

"Y'all are enough to make me breathless." Talk about mating rituals. Jesus. She could write a bestselling erotic thesis about them.

"You're the hottest thing I've seen since I laid eyes on Caid, and he's been resisting me for years."

Oh. Oh, God. Alton obviously had no filters. She took a moment to visualize that -- fine bodies moving, rubbing. Kissing. Oh. Pretty.

Caid made another one of those noises, sounding almost pained. "Y'all."

"I. Is there somewhere... The cook's watching us." And she wasn't putting on a show for the sixteen-year-old, acne-ridden mouth breather.

"My place." Alton threw a bunch of bills on the table, waving to the little teenagers who watched them avidly. "I need a box, kids."

"Alton has a place almost up to the falls," Caid whispered, breath hot on her neck.

"Okay." She sounded like a phone sex worker, all breathy and husky.

They packed up the pizza and headed out, Alton hustling them back to her little rental SUV. He didn't give either one of them time to think, either, just groped them both impartially.

"Alton, you're dangerous. Sit in the back seat."

"What? Why?" He pouted at her, but Caid punched his shoulder.

"Because no one can drive with you all over them, Alt. Get."

She gave in to her baser instincts and went up on tiptoe to kiss the corner of Alton's mouth. "I have to focus, huh?"

"Oh." Alton blinked, those pretty gray eyes bright. "Got it. I'll just sit in the back and..." He made an unmistakable motion with his hand.

She swatted him, chuckling. "Now, now. Don't pop too soon." She winked at Caid, offering him a quick kiss, too.

Caid surprised her with a kiss that curled her toes, capturing her mouth for a long moment before moving away. He went and sat in the passenger seat, staring, focused.

"Oh." Wow. Okay. Driving.

Driving would be good.

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