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Thursday, September 25, 2014

Interview In Process: Wet Paint @PridePromo @WillParkinsonau #authorinterview #bookcontest #mustread

I love when I get to turn the spotlight on an author and *cough cough* grill them good...hehe

Being an author has enriched my life in so many ways. The voices in my head have quieted down a little since I've started writing about them (save for Wick and Shan...nothing will get those two to shut up *heads desk*), I get to entertain people with my books, and I've met the most eclectic group of individuals around. I do so love the friends and family I've made through my writing...and am proud to have one of them here today...in my hot seat...answering my unedited questions...hehe.

Please welcome the multi-talented Will Parkinson to my blog. He's not only a great writer...he is a decent, good person who also happens to be completely and absolutely evil in nature...my god I love it! lmao He's promised to answer a few of my questions and give us a glimpse at his new release Wet Paint (which I have read and—well I'll save it for the questions).

Let's get to the basics of what everyone is dying to know...

So tell us Will...what don't you wear when you write up all these great reads?
Glasses. Shoes. Underwear. Not necessarily in that order.

And what are your go to munchies...what food powers your brain?
Believe it or not, these awesome teriyaki roasted seaweed strips from gimMe organic that Laura Harner turned us onto.

Any music playing in the background to keep the words flowing?
Barking dogs and whining cats. Does that count as music?

Alrighty then...that takes care of the basics.
Sooooooo...how do you feel about turning me into a perv for finding Benny totally drool-worthy? Nah...just kidding...kinda.
Amused and honored. And he’s eighteen by the end of the story, so you’re good to go on that one.

Speaking of Benny...how do you think he's changed from the first book? Were these changes intentional or did they surprise you as well?
Benny grew some. In Pitch he let Taylor push him away when things got rough. In Wet Paint, he hangs on tight and won’t let Addy do the same thing.

What's a one sentence synopsis of Wet Paint?
The story of Benny, Addy, a first kiss, and true love.

Now, the guy that stole Benny's heart...Addy...Will, you just about killed me with Addy's story. This poor man—Boy? Guy? Victim? You know what...take a moment and tell us how Benny sees Addy.
Benny sees Addy as someone he loves. Addy is not a victim, he’s not weak. Though Benny still wants to protect Addy. It’s a dichotomy for him, because Benny is someone who holds you close once he brings you into his family.

You force your readers to feel Addy's pain so vividly—not a bad thing at all, mind you. What kind of emotional backlash does that put on you as the author?
Some people thought I was too blunt with what happened to Addy. :shrug: It happens. I tried to tone it down some, but I can’t sugarcoat it and make it seem like everything is okay, because it isn’t. If someone reads this book and gains strength as a survivor of emotional or physical abuse, then all the naysayers in the world don’t matter a bit.

Do you see a third book in this series happening? Oh I don't know...another kid from the camp perhaps?
There are two more potential stories for the series. One of them would be another young adult, the other would be new adult. And I have something rattling around for Benny and Addy that would be new adult or adult written by Parker Williams.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie?
Oddly enough, I don’t know many young actors, so I don’t know who I could see in the roles. The young men whose pictures I used to make the Wet Paint video could really be my boys.

And finally...if you had to turn your experience with writing Wet Paint into an erotic novel...what would you title it?
Not Now, Daddy Has A Headache

<snorts>

About Will: WILL PARKINSON believes that no matter what obstacles are thrown in the path of young love, it will always find a way to win in the end. He wants his characters to have their happily ever after, but that doesn’t mean that it’s going to come easily.

None of this would have happened if he had followed the advice he was given many years ago. “What are you wasting your time on that for? It’s never going to amount to anything.” He believed it for the longest time, abandoning characters he’d created in his childhood.
         
He picked up his very first m/m story by a writer named Eden Winters, who was an absolute joy when they corresponded. She asked him if he wrote and he told her the story. Eden explained to Will that the voices in his head would never go away and how he needed to let them out. With that thought in mind, Will put e-pen to e-paper once more. It was truly a liberating experience and one he has no intention of giving up again.

Check Will Parkinson out here:
E-mail: will@willparkinson.com

Wet Paint
Cover Artist: Reese Dante
Publisher: Harmony Ink

We've got blurbage:
Although Addy’s heart and body bear the scars from his life before he was adopted by the Deans, he’s ached for something he thought he would never find. Until he met Benny. He isn’t sure how anyone can care for someone as broken as he is, even though he wants it desperately.

High school senior Benny Peters has his whole life planned out for him, until a chaste kiss at summer camp opens a new world of possibilities. Determined to erase Addy’s insecurities, Benny works to take away his boyfriend’s pain and replace it with love.

When Addy’s past intrudes on their future, it’s going to take everything Benny can muster to show that no matter what – or who – they face, they belong together.

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Excerpt here:
ADDY SAT in the car, worry creasing his brow. Not even an hour ago, he’d been so happy. Why was he so nervous now? His thoughts drifted back to his conversation with his dad. Would Benny still want him when he found out what had happened? Would he think Addy was too broken? Addy shivered. He tried to tell himself Benny would never be like that, but how could he know for sure?

“What’s up, little man? I can hear you thinking from over here.” Benny chuckled.

“Nothing, Benny. I’m okay.”

“Addy, c’mon. I can tell you’ve got something on your mind. I need to know what it is. I can’t help if you won’t let me.”

Addy took a deep breath. “I’m afraid,” he admitted.

“Of what? Camp?”

“No... of losing you.”

“I don’t understand. Why would you think you’d lose me?”

“Benny.” Addy sighed. “I need to tell you some stuff. It’s not going to be easy, and it’s really not going to be nice.”

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Cover reveal: Damian's Discipline @IslandTalesPres @PridePromo @ParkerWAuthor #bookcontest #coverreveal

Damian's Discipline (Collars & Cuffs, bk 5)
K.C. Wells & Parker Williams

About K.C.:  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:  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.

Where to find them:
K.C. Wells:
K.C. can be reached via email (k.c.wells@btinternet.com), on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/KCWellsWorld), on Twitter (@IslandTalesPres or through comments at the K.C.Wells website (www.kcwellsworld.com) K.C. loves to hear from readers.

Parker Williams:
E-mail: parker@parkerwilliamsauthor.com

Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Blurb: 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.

Excerpt:
Damian

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.”

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

I've got a visitor: Death Gets a Boyfriend @PridePromo @SophieBonaste #guestblog #bookcontest

I love when people come and visit me...I get to dress up in as little clothing as possible and sit back and enjoy the company...

Please welcome Sophie Bonaste to my blog today! She's here to tell us some of her feelings about different types of reads and tease us about her new book Death Gets a Boyfriend...and how freaking cool is that title? :)

So Sophie...here is the metaphorical mic, please take us away...

Hello! My name is Sophie Bonaste and I am the author of Death Gets a Boyfriend, a brand-new Dreamspinner Press novella. But before we get to that, I have a question for you.

What kind of stories do you like to read?

Do you like stories that are easy to read and make you feel good? Do you want to laugh as you read a light-hearted tale? Or do you prefer stories that make you think?

Personally, I like all of those stories and which type I read depends on what mood I’m in. During the more stressful times in my life, I often feel the need to read a light-hearted tale that makes me happier in the midst of all of the stress and chaos. When I have a lot going on, I like to read things that make me laugh. And when I don’t need a pick-me-up, I prefer something with a little more substance.

I think all these books have a place in the world. Just like there are different types of movies, there needs to be different types of books. I think we would all get bored with reading the same thing over and over again. We all need that light-hearted book every once in a while to make us feel good and a book that makes us think about the world. Reading can be a great way to expand our horizons, while helping us to deal with the everyday stressors of life And to do that we need a variety of works that help us to achieve those things.

I think another thing to keep in mind is that some books serve multiple purposes. Just because a story is easy to read doesn’t mean that it won’t expand your mind if you give it a chance. We have learned from the time we were young that books can help expand your mind and take you to new worlds. This is true, but too often we, as adults, get stuck in a rut. We can get stuck reading the same type of books, never allowing ourselves to grow as individuals. But by looking for the hidden messages in the pages of our books, we can see whole new worlds within our own reality.

So what type of story is Death Gets a Boyfriend? Well, primarily, I would call it a story that will make you laugh. Despite the title and the fact that my main character is, in fact, the embodiment of Death, the story is actually a comedy. Death is a quirky guy who has a big heart and a bigger mouth. But, at the same time, this story is meant to challenge the way that we see Death. So often we look at Death as a scary being and the unknown as something to be feared. But why does it have to be that way? This is just one of the things I want you to think about as you are laughing along to the antics of Death.

So that’s my take. But what about you? What’s your favorite type of story? Let me know in the comments below. And don’t forget to check out all of the information on Death Gets a Boyfriend and find out how you can get your own copy today. Before I go I want to thank Havan Fellows for letting me guest post today. Happy Reading everyone!

About Sophie Bonaste: Sophie Bonaste is a novelist who never set out to be a novelist. As a child, she wanted to a Broadway actress and spent her childhood in numerous productions. But when adulthood set in and reality took over, Sophie chose to give up the theatre for a steady paycheck and instead turned to writing as a creative outlet. She stumbled into the M/M genre through fanfiction and never looked back. Sophie is quite happy with her change in artistic expression and doesn’t plan to stop writing for a long time.

A self-proclaimed nerd, Sophie is an avid fan of all things Star Wars and Harry Potter. (Sophie is a member of the Slytherin house, for those who were wondering.) Sophie also spends many hours watching and re-watching nerdy television shows. When she is not obsessing over the latest and greatest in nerdy entertainment, Sophie can be found screaming at her television during American football games. (Go Pack Go!) Sophie currently lives in Pennsylvania, about twenty minutes from her childhood town of The Middle of Nowhere.

Check Sophie out here:
Sophie loves to hear from readers! You can reach her by e-mail at sophiebonaste@gmail.com, on Twitter at https://twitter.com/SophieBonaste or on Facebook as Sophie Bonaste. You can also check out updates on Sophie’s writing and other musings on her website at sophiebonaste.blogspot.com.

Death Gets a Boyfriend
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Christy Caughie

We've got blurbage:
Death is in a lonely business. Since the beginning of time he’s been reaping souls then returning home to his little condo in the sky. It’s not a bad job. There are perks. But Death would kill to meet his soul mate, no pun intended.

Tommy Neilson is the next human slated for death. But when he can see Death, Tommy turns his whole world upside down. Curious, Death seeks Tommy out. The chemistry between the two is immediate and soon an unlikely romance starts to form. While Death may not be lonely anymore, he isn’t allowed to interact with humans. Consequently, he must make a choice: billions of souls or the one that makes being immortal worth it.

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Death wants to tease you with a little excerpt... 
I am Death.

Well, that’s one of my names anyway. I’m also known as the Grim Reaper, the Angel of Death, Azreal, and the list goes on. Some people have even called me Satan, but I would like to say right now, that’s a lie. I am not Satan. I know Satan. He’s not as bad of a guy as you would think. Sure he can get a little violent if you get out of hand, but as long as you stay on his good side, you’ll be fine.

And there I go getting off track again. You’ll have to forgive me. I’m not very good at staying focused. I guess that comes from the fact that I can jump around the world at an alarmingly fast rate. Thankfully that’s not very hard. Well, at least not for me. I guess, in the human population, that’s a skill many people want for some reason. I don’t know why, though, considering how scattered it makes your brain. It really does. That’s why I try to avoid using that skill. Causes headaches.

Anyway, this is a story about me. Don’t worry, though. It’s not too gruesome or anything like that. This is a story about how I fell in love. Yes, I know that’s kind of hard to believe. Death falling in love. Believe me, it shocked the hell out of me too. (No pun intended.) But it’s true. After thousands of years in existence, I finally found someone whom I wanted to spend my time with.

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Monday, September 22, 2014

Story Orgy Monday...There Were Signs, cont'd pt. 8

Happy Story Orgy Monday!

Wishing you all a productive (and in my case short please lol) Monday.

This week's prompt:  It was over in seconds.

And now for your reading pleasure…

There Were Signs
pt. 8 (cont'd from 2012)
copyright © 2014 Havan Fellows

Dorian wasn't purposely trying to evade Wolfe...honest he wasn't. It was just pure coincidence that he chose the library closer to his place that he knew Wolfe never utilized, that he ate lunch at the Vegan Hut knowing Wolfe was a serious carnivore eating meat at every meal—and boy did Dor understand why now—and he didn't maliciously accept the invitation from Tanya to attend a party at her apartment even though he vaguely recalled that Wolfe couldn't stand her for some odd reason so he definitely wouldn't be there.
Of course, on the flip side, Dor didn't consciously take the long—and most decidedly out of the way—route to Tanya's house, so he now stood in front of Wolfe's duplex staring at the teak door that could bruise any set of knuckles that knocked on it. At this distance he compared Wolfe's heavy ass door to the peeling green one on the attached duplex and finally understood why his best friend installed such a sturdy door. It wasn't necessarily to keep people out.
Dorian shivered, and it had nothing to do with the mild weather.
He knew he wasn't planning on going to the party at Tanya's. Wolfe lived in the opposite direction, and even though Dor may have missed the signs Wolfe gave him like an idiot...he wasn't one. He knew he had to figure this shit out with Wolfe today, before the last full moon of the month.
A glance at his watch showed it was just after four, at least two hours until dusk. Oh goody, at least he wasn't cutting it close or anything.
"Are you going to stand here forever?" A voice as familiar as his own whispered into his ear.
Dor wasn't sure if the sudden gooseflesh all over his body was from surprise, fear or arousal. Hell, he could toss all three of those emotions together and have one hell of an aphrodisiac if his hardening prick had a say in the matter.
He allotted himself some major brownie points for not flinching or turning toward the owner of that low and guttural question, even if the owner now proceeded to cover the side of his neck with heavy and hot breaths of air. So much for his dick hardening, he could now officially drill nails into a two-by-four with it.
"Um...how long have you been there?" He asked his best friend.
Dorian's hair fluttered as Wolfe leaned even closer and inhaled deeply. "About thirty seconds after you got here."
Something snapped in Dor and he clumsily took a step away while ducking the super sniffer and waving his hands in the air. "Okay, that's it. Enough with the extra stealthy thing and for god's sake stop sniffing me."
After partially tripping over one foot in his agitated state, Dorian finally straightened up and glared at the man behind him. His best friend stood there with his stupid, cocky, one-side-up grin and a twinkle in his eye.
"You were fucking with me?"
Wolfe laughed out right now. "Hey, you fuck with everyone else. Dude, I just got back from the corner store"—he held up a plastic bag with the green Acre's store symbol on it—"picking up coffee. I'm out and always need it the morning after. I saw you standing there doing nothing but staring and so yeah, I fucked with ya."
Dor punched him in the shoulder, causing his fist to throb and Wolfe to just grin larger. "At least look repentant about it."
"No." Wolfe headed up the walk to his front door, calling over his shoulder, "You coming in or are you in the middle of a personal crisis about us and need some more time?"
"You're an ass." Dorian mumbled under his breath. Louder he hollered, "I am not having a personal crisis about us."
"Liar."
Dorian watched Wolfe unlock his front door, once again grateful that the man lived on the street all by himself so they had privacy even when outside like this.
The non-crisis he refused to admit to thankfully was over in seconds. He quickly followed Wolfe into the duplex and securely shut the door behind him.
"So, you need your jolt of caffeine after chasing your tail all night?"
Wolfe didn't miss a beat as he made his way to the back of the duplex and the kitchen. "Funny considering my wolf seems to think he's gonna be chasing your tail tonight. Who do you think runs faster...you or him?"
Swallowing the lump now in his throat, Dorian wondered if it was too late to go to Tanya's party.
"What's wrong, Dor? Am I being too mouthy for the Dorian Ackers?" He disappeared into the kitchen.
Dorian didn't realize he was walking down the hall until he passed the bathroom door and glanced in to see the toilet's tank without the lid on it. Well of course the lid wouldn't be there, it was smashed in his bedroom where Wolfe so easily broke it while trying to get to Dorian's said tail.
But he didn't do it. Dor took strength in that knowledge and held his head high as he rounding the corner into the kitchen.
"As if you could ever be as mouthy as me."
"He likes your mouth." Wolfe's voice was lower now, almost as if he said it to himself. He faced the counter as he continued. "There is something about your bravado that appeals to him. Normally during the days of the full moon he is antsy, restless to get out and run. It's like when you drag stocking feet across carpet then touch something, that shock that flows through you. The moon pulls to him, but you seemed to anchor him. He still wants his time out, Dor, and he wants you here with him."
Dorian turned Wolfe around and looked into eyes that weren't quite human anymore. When Wolfe spoke again a distinct growl filtered into his voice.
"Will you be here with him?"


To be cont'd...
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The fun is never over with just one turn – we are the Story Orgytm remember *big grin* – so head on over to the next pleasure blog and enjoy multiples with us . . .

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