November 17, 2013
It’s time for a GIVE AWAY!!
The Medieval Tales scratches the cause of the Crusades (religious differences and the need to conquer the holy places to possess the soul of men) but centers more in the fact that there’s a war going: that men fight and die for reasons they are told to be honorable and sacred, but eventually forgetting why they are fighting, and obeying orders just to get another breath, to stay alive for just a little longer. Those who dreamed with a great world, full of noble feelings and thinking themselves the good ones against evil, suddenly discover they are killing fellow humans for nothing but a piece of land.
Omar the Caliph knows this truth, but Wyon Eastman asks him in a concrete moment of the story “Who won the battle?”
What do you think the Caliph answers? I’ll give away a free copy of the Medieval Tales to one person among those that get close enough to the answer (or that writes it right!).
In like an hour I’ll present you with the complete scene!
Saving Sonny James: the X-excerpt you never expected to see (and the final contest! win book money!)
October 22, 2013
All you have to do is comment in reply to this post, anywhere in this release party, with the words “book money” somewhere in the comment, and you’re in the running for $20 on your account at Dreamspinner to spend as you like and Saving Sonny James paperback or ebook.
THE night after Luki talked to Kaholo was the first one in a couple weeks that found him struggling to find sleep. Finally, he allowed his thoughts to drift toward his husband and his fingers to drift toward his restless sex.
Once he started remembering and imagining his tall, dark, lithe lover, he couldn’t stop. And once Sonny’s beauty entered and filled his aching, sweet, waking dream, his hands wouldn’t stop. His neglected penis thickened and leaked and begged, and though Luki couldn’t remember the last time he’d masturbated, he got right with the program.
Not content to jerk off quickly in a half somnolent fashion, he sat up and stripped his lower half naked, switched on the small light next to the bed, and spread his legs wide, knees up, so he could see. Smiling at himself and thinking of Sonny, he ran his palm over the wide, glistening head of his cock and gathered a little reservoir of precum, then brought it to his mouth and dragged his tongue through it. He chuckled, then bit his lip. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but of course his own product, though tasty, wasn’t nearly as sweet as Sonny’s. Briefly he wondered why he could remember Sonny’s flavor so clearly, but he couldn’t remember the particulars of any other man he’d tasted—and of course there had been a few.
Knowing the experience wouldn’t come close to sex with beautiful Sonny,
Luki decided nevertheless to take it slow, make a feast of the masturbation experience. He handled his hardening testes, running his hands over the silky skin, watching the motion, pretending they were Sonny’s long fingers, pretending the balls he cradled in his own hands were Sonny’s. It didn’t quite work—the differences in anatomy meant Luki really had to work at the imagining, but he persisted, and if it wasn’t perfect, it was good. Next, using spit and precum for lube, he let his fingers wander over his perineum and straight into his ass. All other considerations aside, Luki liked getting fucked, had liked it from the very first time. Other considerations meant he craved the top role more than the bottom, but sometimes Sonny….
“Oh, Sonny,” he whispered, feeling Sonny’s long, straight erection rather than his own two digits. The fingers weren’t quite adequate, but they were a passable substitute as long as he doggedly kept his fantasy in mind. He drew his fingers out then slammed them back in, rough, speeding up and finding a rhythm, relishing the burn and—even though it was a bit of a reach—managing to tap his prostate, stimulating the deep pleasure the little gland had to offer.
He could have come to orgasm with just that, but he didn’t want to, so he gentled the motion and slowed the rhythm almost to a stop. He reached for his cock with his other hand, stroked it once, twice, but stopped that too and instead pinched first one nipple then the other. He made it hurt, made the nipples red and puckered, hard nubs standing out like markers, which was so pleasurable that again he thought he might come. He stopped, wet his fingers in his mouth, and soothed the same nipples he’d just tortured.
Again he said, “Oh, Sonny,” and now he started to stroke, twisting a bit, running his thumb over the slick head. In no time—too soon he thought—he felt his orgasm begin to insist, to rise, to gather force, and then he exploded, groaning out Sonny’s name over and over in a tortured, raspy cry.
He felt mildly strange when it was over, laughed at himself a little, even. But after he cleaned up, he slept well, and he dreamed only of his love. It was good.
October 22, 2013
If you look closely at the cover of Saving Sonny James you see stacks of skulls and the Eiffle Tower. It’s obvious they’re in Paris. At the start of the book, though, Luki and Sonny are at their favorite place–home.
And even though things aren’t going particularly well, there, if one needs a place to heal, the strangely rambling house on the Straits of Juan de Fuca, “Sonny’s house,” as Luki thinks of it, even though he says, “our home,” is a very peaceful and perfect place to do it.
Often, healing means getting worse before getting better, and it can be said that’s what happened for Luki. And when it got worse for Luki, it got scary for Sonny, but more important, it made Sonny realize that he wasn’t going to be able fix Sonny. That’s when he said yes to a career chance of a lifetime–speaking and showing in the heart of tapestry’s history. Yes, in Paris.
Paris, the city of enlightenment, history, and romance… or, if you’re Luki, and you’ve never been there, and you’ve got to find your husband because you know he’s in trouble… well, it’s less beautiful and more like a haystack, where Sonny is the figurative needle.
All Luki can hope, running through these tunnels in utter darkness, is that there might be light at the end that will lead him to his love, and that he will get there before it’s too late to save Sonny.
*So! Contest: If you’ve read the Vasquez and James books, what’s the scariest situation the guys have found themselves in? If you haven’t read them yet, take a quick gander at the Vasquez and James Series page and take a look at the blurbs. Which situation do you think would be the worst? Put your answer in a comment and your name will go in the hat.
October 22, 2013
Quick question: Who is the fab artist responsible for all the wonderful Vasquez and James covers?
Answer can be found here at the Dreamspinner Store.
A comment here with your answer enters you for a signed paperback of Saving Sonny James (or an ebook if you prefer).
Next, an excerpt.
October 1, 2013
The following have been contacted by me about winning! Roro won a copy of Moon and Stars, Andrea won one of my other three Clouds and Rain eBooks, and I will personally hand Katie the swag pack at GRL!
September 26, 2013
Last full post for the evening and if you’ve come this far, you already have lots to read.
If you’ve been here during the blog take-over, you will have had the chance to interact with me. If you’ve come late, you have more chances!
Answer me this: “Where will we meet next?” (virtually or in person)
September 26, 2013
I’ve explained how this became a series, so you’re probably wondering if there’s going to be more?
Well, I can say YES (tentatively)
I’ve been writing what will probably me the last of the series and it’s called Frost and Thaw. Can’t say much yet, but I know we’ll be going forward in time, like I did between the first two books and the third and fourth. This time we’ll need to skip five years, simply because I need one of my two main character to be 21 when the books starts and in Moon and Stars he’s only 16. His counterpart is… ahem… a bit older than him and I don’t want the age difference to be too much of an issue.
This info should be enough for anyone who’s read Moon and Stars or who is reading it right now, to figure out who I’m talking about!
Now for another giveaway!
The swag pack includes: Stickers of the covers of all four books, stickers with my logo on them, a bolo tie, handmade by yours truly so you can channel your inner cowboy, and two screen cleaners (to wipe the screens of your Kindle/iPad/smartphone/tablet/laptop/…). The artwork for the logo and the screen cleaners is actually by the inimitable Paul Richmond, who is even more amazing in real life than he is on his Facebook page!
I will ship this pack anywhere in the world, but those residing in the US will have to wait for me to send it until I’m in the US mid October (GRL here I come!). Not that long a wait, right?
For your chance to win it, tell me your wildest dreams. Not just any dream, but what is the ultimate thing your favorite author could do to make your day? Be original!
September 26, 2013
For a chance to win either:
answer me this:
What do you like about cowboy stories? Is it the rugged men? The horses? The outdoors? The fact you know what they’ve been doing behind closed doors and they still manage to get on a horse afterward? (which reminds me someone needs to write a gay romance set in the Tour de France!)
I want to know!
September 25, 2013
I like having a title when I’m writing. It’s a tool for me, something to write in big letters at the top of a piece of paper when I’m organising ideas. I use it like the light at the end of a long tunnel: that’s what I’m aiming for.
I hated Home Team when I came up with it, but I didn’t have anything else, and it stuck, it grew on me, and now I can see what I was going for.
I’ve been reading some of the other hockey romances out there. (Dreamspinner recently released Hat Trick by Chelle Dugan; check it out!) We’re all reading from the same playbook. Actually, it’s the NHL Rulebook. I sat down and skimmed it for the best phrases which could also be romance titles. There are a lot!
A fun exercise: go to amazon.com and search “Power Play” in the book section. How many different authors do you see?
Here are a few of the titles I came up with while I was writing: Offside, Goalie Interference, Five Minutes for Roughing, Sin Bin, Drop the Gloves, Five Hole, Breakaway. Can you guys come up with more? I have another copy of Home Team for my favourite.
September 25, 2013
Sometimes hockey is easy.
But usually, hockey is hard.
If you’re lucky, you get the Kiss Cam.
If you’re very lucky–and Aaron knows he’s very lucky–you get a second chance. Home Team is a story about second chances. Because it’s never too late. Even when everything’s tied up, there’s always the shootout.
So, for a chance to win a copy of Home Team, I want to know two things: who’s your favourite team? (Any sport! I know you’re not all hockey mad like we Canadians are.) And are they going to make it to the championship final? My team, the Vancouver Canucks, has never won the Stanley Cup, but they’ve certainly tried. What about you? Is yours a sob or a Cinderella story?