I'm proud to have a great author, wonderful person, and longtime friend of mine, Dianne Hartsock over for some good reads. :)
Nicolas
Nicolas
Dianne Hartsock
Release date: December 18, 2015
Wacky author interview blitz!
(Rules of the game, every answer must be 5 words or less)
Favorite eye/hair
combination?
Curly chestnut hair,
hazel eyes.
What do you know now
that you wish you knew at 20?
Doesn’t have to be right.
Who is your Disney
idol?
Maleficent as the dragon.
On average, how many
times a week do you hurt yourself trying to dance in the shower?
*snort* Only sings in
shower.
How old were you
when you realized Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny probably never actually knew one another in real life?
What! *sobs into hands*
How many donuts are
you capable of eating in one sitting?
Three. Politely only eat
one.
How many friendships
have you ruined because you refused to play a game
of Monopoly mercifully?
Zero! Friends are
ruthless too.
Do you ever stop and
think about the number of butts in the world? Like. Oooh la la. Am I right?
Havan! *blushes* Doesn’t
everyone?
If there was a
machine that produced a single $100 bill once a day, what would you be willing to pay for it?
Not interested. Now
books…
Describe the color
yellow to somebody who's blind.
Warm, comforting sunshine
on skin.
Blurb:
Betrayed by a lover, Jamie rents an isolated
cabin on Lake Huron, wanting only to be left alone. Instead, he is pulled from
his solitary existence as an artist and tumbles headlong into the legend of
Saint Nicolas.
As a young man, Nicolas accidentally killed
a man intent on murdering three children, only to have the man's malicious
spirit rise up against him. Fleeing through the centuries from the Krampus, the
evil troll-like creature that dogs his steps, Nico finds refuge with the young
artist who takes him into his home and bed. But Jamie has questions. Who is
Nicolas, and why does the Krampus want to destroy him?
When the Krampus begins to torment and
torture anyone Nico comes in contact with to punish him, Jamie’s life is put in
danger. And Jamie isn’t sure whether he can help Nico defeat his nemesis or if
he’s merely a pawn in the Krampus’s game.
Categories: Contemporary, Fantasy,
Gay Fiction, Mythology, Novel, M/M Romance
200 pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: AngstyG
Excerpt:
Jamie
startled awake. “What?”
He
had trouble breathing, the crushing weight on his chest seeming to have
followed him up from his dreams. But that couldn’t be right. He’d rented the
cabin for its isolation. No one should be there. Did he still dream?
A
warm breath brushed against his cheek, sending a shiver of dread and strange
anticipation through him. “Easy, baby,” a silky voice whispered in the
darkness. Sharp teeth nipped his earlobe and pleasure and pain sparked along
his nerves. His eyes adjusted to the moonlight filtering through the sheer
curtains, and he stared in amazement at the man gazing at him with wild green
eyes, long pale hair, high cheekbones and a slender neck he craved to run his
tongue along.
The
stranger laid his weight on him, driving the air from his lungs and making
Jamie struggle for every breath. Shifting position, the man sealed his full
lips over Jamie’s, drawing a long groan from Jamie when an impossibly large
cock slid against his. In sudden panic he reached to shove his unknown visitor
away and touched hot skin and lean muscles. Of their own volition his hands
roamed lower, following the curve of the stranger’s back to the rounded swell
of his ass. He drew a quick breath and the man laughed into his mouth, pushed
his tongue deep, thrusting inside to match the movement of his hips as he
ground against Jamie’s aching dick.
Heat
pooled in Jamie’s stomach. God, what was happening? The thing in his bed looked
like a man, but his every instinct shouted otherwise. His skin was warm when it
should have been cold from being outside. And how had he gotten in? All the
windows and doors were locked tight against the winter storm. It was as if he’d
just materialized in Jamie’s bed. “Who—”
He
cried out when a hand pushed between them and grabbed their cocks, stroking
them together until he lost the ability to think. So close! He grabbed onto the
man’s firm ass and yanked him tighter against him, rising up to shove into his
strong grip.
The
triumphant hiss in his ear shot ice through his veins. “So naughty.”
“No!”
Jamie struggled to sit up, scrambling back against the headboard. He blinked,
finding himself alone in the room, only his ragged breaths disturbing the
silence of the cabin. A forgotten anxiety knotted his stomach. Naughty. He
hated that word, tossed about by the boys he once knew in school. The ones he’d
suck off behind the gym, desperate for a gentle hand in his hair, balm against
his loneliness. He’d been terrified his parents would find out he was different,
that he liked girl things and found boys much more exciting than he should.
They would know he was gay and there would be hell to pay for their freak of a
son.
He
scrubbed a hand over his face. God, that had been ages ago. The last shreds of
the dream dissipated, and he reached for the bedside light, fumbling in the
darkness for the switch. Low light stung his eyes and he blinked at the empty
bedroom, unable to believe the attack hadn’t been real.
He
flung off the heavy quilts and slid to his feet, clinging to the post at the
foot of the bed as a wave of dizziness struck him. Laughter from the other room
jolted him. Heart pounding, he bolted for the door and it crashed into the wall
as he flung it open. The reddish glow from the banked fire on the hearth lit
the main room of the cabin, though the kitchen area remained in shadows.
Jamie’s
gaze swept the rooms, focusing on the dark corners. No one jumped out at him. Nobody sat on the
couch. His coffee cup remained undisturbed where he’d left it on the hearth. Of
course. The cabin was isolated, miles from the nearest neighbor. Who would
bother to come way out there, especially with the threat of another snowstorm
on the way?
He
ran a trembling hand through his hair, pushing the sweat-drenched bangs from
his forehead. Christ, the dream had seemed so real. The cold of the great room
finally registered, creeping up from the hardwood flooring. Shaking, he crossed
to the fireplace and stirred up the coals, adding another log.
With
a sigh, he sank into the cushions of the worn couch and pulled the woolen
afghan around his bare shoulders. The log caught and the fire crackled, sparks
dancing up the flue. Recalling his dream and the hard body against his, he
shrugged when his cock perked up.
“It’s
been a while,” he acknowledged, watching the flames lick at the oak log. He’d
signed a year’s lease on the cabin, right after catching his boyfriend in the
stairwell of their apartment building, making out with their neighbor. It
hadn’t been the first time, either, though again Patrick had his apologies
ready. That had been over six months ago, and since the cabin stood miles over
rough terrain from the nearest town, he’d rarely seen another human being in
all that time.
“Just
the way I like it,” he told the indifferent fire burning its way through the
wood. But the stranger’s lips in his dream had been soft, his thrusting tongue
sweet in Jamie’s mouth. He hadn’t liked the violent aspect of the dream, but if
that had been a lover in his bed? His dick pressed against his thigh, and Jamie
reached under the heavy blanket, moaning when he took its heavy weight in his
hand. Drawing lazy circles on his balls, he let the pleasure build slowly,
lifting his cock while in his mind the stranger licked the glistening head, his
pale gold hair a curtain of silk against Jamie’s sensitive skin. He moaned as
the man slid his tongue down the thick vein on the underside of his cock.
His
mind flitted over the question of whether the guy would fuck him or want it the
other way around. Didn’t matter to him. He liked it both ways. Rolling to his
back, Jamie continued to stroke himself while he tugged his tight balls, then
pressed a finger against his hole. He remembered the lube in the nightstand
drawer by the bed, but he wasn’t about to stop, and hissed when he pushed the
finger inside. The man’s cock had been huge in his dream. What would it feel
like as it stretched him open? Would it be enough to fill all the empty spaces
inside him?
It
was a moment before the tolling of a bell outside the cabin registered. What
the fuck? Jamie sat up, trying to hear past the pounding of his pulse in his
ears. His cock throbbed and he groaned in frustration, knowing he couldn’t
chase his pleasure until he found out what was going on at the dock. The only
one to boat in was the man who dropped off his monthly supplies, and he’d been
and gone two days ago. Who else would be using the dock? Jamie had been
isolated for months without anything disturbing his peace. But this night he’d
had a wildly erotic dream and now this. What made tonight so special?
Buy the book
It’s all about the author…
Dianne grew up in one of the older homes in
the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and
back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the
paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet
doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and
wonderful came from.
Dianne now lives in the beautiful Willamette
Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the
endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play.
She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s
something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the
hearth and a cup of hot coffee warming her hands, which kindles her imagination.
Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer
in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not
writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of
flowers and foliage.
…and stalking them :)
And here comes the
Rafflecopter…
All of this good
stuff brought to you by Pride Promotions :)
Happy New Year Havan! Thanks so much for having me over. Hugs!
ReplyDelete