Greg Hogben – Radio Interview

August 12, 2012

Greg Hogben, author of The British Devil, was interviewed by Stonewall Live! this pass thursday, August 9th. He talked about why he wrote The British Devil and other topics.

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Be warned, you will swoon by Greg’s delightful British accent.

A Video Interview with JP Barnaby

July 2, 2012

As part of the 30 Day Little Boy Lost Blog Tour, I have been interviewed by Anteros Media – a new and amazing name in gay adult entertainment. The site is unique in its philosophies regarding adult entertainment and its role in sexuality. As an author for Anteros, I write micro fiction gay erotic stories for the site that are then recorded as audio. It’s a great opportunity to work with an LGBT affirming site with my commissions for the project being donated to The Trevor Project.

JP Barnaby Interview on Anteros Media:

“No Quarter” Day: Hello, everyone!

April 3, 2012

Hi everyone!

I’m L. J. LaBarthe and I’ll be chatting here on the DSP blog today, talking about my new release, “No Quarter,” and other things.

First things first, I’ll tell you all a little about myself. I’m approaching the big 4-0, although some days I keep forgetting. I’m not sure if that forgetfulness is a good thing or a bad thing, particularly as some days, I swear I’d forget my own head if it wasn’t secured to my neck. This is a roundabout way of saying I’m a little forgetful – and as I tend to write plot intense novels, I have notebooks filled with scribbles of things so I don’t forget who, what or where, or so I don’t repeat myself, or even worse, write myself into a corner. “No Quarter” is my first professionally published novel length work, but it’s not the first novel length piece that I’ve written. I’m extremely happy with it, though, and with the two sequels that follow it up.

Apart from writing, I love films, music, reading, urban exploration, abandoned places, history, reenacting, and photography. Some of these pursuits I physically can’t do these days for various reasons, but I do like reading other people’s experiences about them on the internet. I am a link hopper extraordinaire, and also a bit of a magpie, so it’s very often that I’ll start out researching something, only to find myself several hours later, a million topics away from what I was meant to be looking up. My favourite TV shows are “Spartacus,” “Game of Thrones,” and “Supernatural”; I have a very eclectic taste in music, everything from hardcore, punk rock, and gothic metal to K-Pop, techno and electronica. I have a deep fangirl appreciation for Daniel Craig and Yoo Seung Jun, which is a cheesey way of saying that I’m shallow. LOL. My favourite films include “Red Cliff,” “Kingdom of Heaven,” “Thor,” “La Reine Margot,” “Night Watch,” “Day Watch,” “Don 2,” and many others.

I am a history geek, too, unashamedly so. My period of interest is late Byzantium and the Third Crusade (which sounds like a great name for a metal band, now I think about it), which is the eleventh to thirteen centuries. I’m working on a novel called “City of Jade” which is set during the late Byzantine period, on the Silk Road, and is a sequel to “City of Gold,” my short story that is out with Dreamspinner. It’s taking a while, as I have a LOT to research, and, well, see above mentioned link hopping.

In my life, I’ve been the manager of a punk rock band, a fanzine editor, a telephone tarot reader, offered a job at the Sydney Hellfire Club, and nearly set fire to a linoleum floor with the louche of a glass of Absinthe I was preparing for one of my besties. Now, I write. I write pretty much full time, in between other personal things. I’m also a cat herder, my cat, Castiel, alternates between adorably cute and outrageously evil. He thinks he owns this sofa, but no, no, he doesn’t!

I’m Australian, French on my father’s side, and born and raised in the city of Adelaide. It’s supposed to be autumn here, but you’d never know it. Today it’s hot and muggy with a side of sticky, so it feels like I live in a fishbowl. Mm, chewy air, yuck! Adelaide is a great city, though, I love living here. Adelaide is the capital city of South Australia, the middle bottom state of the country. SA is the driest state in Australia. Droughts are common, and our summers are long, hot and usually very dry. Having said that, though, SA is home to some of the best vinyards in the world, and SA cherries and apricots are divine.


Left: View of Henley Beach, one of the many beautiful beaches here. Right: Jacobs Creek Winery, one of the many in the SA wine region. (Photo by Amanda Slater.)

SA is also the only state in Australia that was a free colony, that is, settlers chose to come here and there were no convicts. Because we’re a free colony, the city of Adelaide was planned and designed. So it’s laid out with much less laisez faire and clutter than the eastern cities. We also have a height restriction on our buildings, so the skyline is always attractive, you can see from the hills down to the sea without any impediment in your view. Adelaide is known for being the City of Churches, because we have so many per capita. We’re also less happily known as the city and state of bizarre murders. We have the dubious honour of more murders per capita than anywhere else in *the world*.


Left: The Malls Balls in Rundle Mall, one of the central shopping drags in the center of the city. Right: The Torrens River which runs through the city.

What else… my favourite colours are black and red, my favourite season is winter, my favourite number is 13, and I was born in the Chinese year of the Rat.

I hope you’ll stick around and hang out with me today, as I’ll be posting snippets from “No Quarter” and having a giveaway.

Interviewed: Eric Arvin

January 13, 2012

I was interviewed by Kathy at Book Reviews & More for this dandy occasion…that being the release of Galley Proof. I talk about all sorts of things. Just a sheer plethora. You can also enter to win an ebook copy. Have a look-see and a gander. I’m here to answer any questions you have. Here be the link:

Treasure of Love by Scotty Cade – What’s Next!

May 20, 2011

Okay this is the last time I promise!  It’s almost six o’clock, so for those of you who haven’t sent me your Treasure of Love blurb, time is running out.

For my last post, I wanted to give you a sample of the last two novels in the series.  I hope it’s enough to wet your whistle and get your jets firing. 



Bounty of Love (Prequel to Wing’s of Love)

Alexander “Zander” Walsh is the only survivor when his fiancé and his parents are brutally shot after returning from the rehearsal dinner the night before their wedding and stumbling upon a robbery in progress.  Hunky FBI agent Jake Elliot apprehends the killer and while being transported to the county jail, the transport is involved in a head on collision and the murderer, at first presumed dead, survived and is at large.

The FBI claims to have exhausted every lead and still hasn’t found the killer.   But Zander and Jake sense that something is not right with the investigation and determined to get to the bottom of it, they set out on their own to get the real story and find the killer.  Following a lead generated from the 48 Hours Mystery television show; they head to the Alaskan wilderness where someone fitting the killer’s description was last seen.

During the past six months while working very closely on the case, Zander and Jake finally act on a strong attraction that has been building slowly over time and they embark on a hot steamy romance.  When they apprehend the killer after accidentally stumbling onto his hideout, they find out what really happened on that dreadful night and all the pieces start to fall into place.  Big business, bad FBI agents and trusted friends all play a part in this unfolding drama.  Will Zander and Jake be able to bring the killers down to their knees and will their mountain romance stand the test of time?

Foundation of Love (sequel to Treasure of Love written with ZB Marshall)

Young Dr. Weston Stanhope thought he had escaped the constraints of Charleston society, and his overbearing father, Colonel Robert Lee Stanhope, when he moved to Seattle to pursue a career in medicine. But when his mother dies unexpectedly, Wes learns that she had begun plans to build a children’s hospital outside of Charleston, and that it was her fondest wish that her only child would lead the Stanhope Children’s Hospital.  

Wes is introduced to fellow Seattle resident Ty Williams, an openly gay architect, who agrees to spend a few weeks in Charleston to assist in launching the design of the hospital. But what began as a consulting engagement eventually turns to romance. Wes has always been in love with and married to his career, but now he must confront the growing realization that he is homosexual and in love with a man of color. When his father learns of their growing relationship, he demands that Wes choose between his ambition to run the Stanhope Children’s Hospital and the first true love of his life….Can Wes finally stand up to his bigoted and overbearing father to protect his career and the man he loves or will the constraints of Charleston society send them both back to Seattle?

PS:  Sjd and I will choose the winners and let you know by tomorrow, if not sooner who the winners are!

I’ve really enjoyed out time together and I hope you got something out of it as well!  See you next time!

Scotty Cade out!

Treasure of Love by Scotty Cade – Author Bio

May 20, 2011

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I’m back!!!

Now I know my loyal followers probably know as much about me as there is to know, so if you guys are reading this, just sign off and wait for the next posting.  J  But for those who are new to my work, I’d like you to get to know the guy behind the book.  I’m a little OCD and a little ADD all at the same time, but all those traits aside and I truly cherish each and every one of you and the outlet you’ve given me to show my creativity and follow my dream.  Without my readers and my publisher Dreamspinner Press, I wouldn’t have this wonderful opportunity to dream and create stories that hopefully you’ll enjoy.  So this is where you get to meet the real Scotty Cade, the person.  There’s probably more information here than you’ll ever want to know, but here goes:

I started my life in the city of New Orleans, Louisiana, better known as the Big Easy and was raised along with my two sisters in a very small neighborhood along the mighty Mississippi River.  I was undeniably a momma’s boy and enjoyed a lot of alone time with my stay-at-home mother before my younger sister was born, while my older sister was at school and my Dad was at work.  I spent fun days doing chores around the house riding on the back of her vacuum cleaner singing Etta James songs.  When the chores were done, we settled down for story time.  I truly believe that my love of reading and eventually writing was born then.  But all that came to a horrible end when my baby sister was born and I no longer had Mom all to myself.  Then another horrible incident almost ruined my life, my sixth birthday and the first grade.  Oh Boy, did I hate going to school.  I went, but I went kicking and screaming literally every morning until I was seven, my poor mother.  Having to share my mother with my newborn sister and having to attend school left us very little time together and I truly felt deserted, but I really showed her, I jumped ship into my Father’s world.  I was the only boy, so it was the logical next step.  Happy again to be the center of someone’s world, I soaked it up every day.

My father raised quarter horses as a hobby and some of my fondest memories surround that time in my life.  When we were older, on weekends the entire family would pack up the horses and head to local horse shows where, my father, my younger sister and I would compete in barrel racing and cutting.  But my most cherished memories are of my father and me taking long horseback rides along the levies of the mighty Mississippi river enjoying sandwiches and snacks lovingly prepared by my mother.  We spent long summer days of riding and jabbering about this or that or just enjoying a comfortable silence.  It wasn’t really the conversation or the silence that was important to me, but the interest he took in my life that thirty five years later, still makes my heart swell.  After a brief marriage, one of those special moments is where I found the nerve to come out to my Father, one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life.   He did much better that I did and in the end wanted only my happiness.  He’s been nothing but supportive and non-judgmental of my life and I will remember that as long as I live.  Unfortunately, the lights in my life got a little dimmer when my loving mother died five years ago of colon cancer and dimmed yet again when my Father was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s three years ago.  Fortunately, he still lives in our family home near my sisters and they along with a nurse, act as his primary caregivers, but he has a few good days but mostly really bad days.  He does his best and that’s all we can ask of him.

Okay, enough of the sappiness.  I attended Louisiana State University, majoring in Marketing, but unfortunately never graduated.  I was lucky enough to be offered a job to manage a very large well established furniture store in my hometown and went for it.  I stayed with the company for five years and started making my way up the corporate ladder.  I joined a high-tech company in New Orleans, and was transferred to Atlanta, GA where I met the love of my life.  Kell and I have been together fourteen years now and we’re still going strong. 

I’ve worked for a total of six companies throughout my twenty-five year career and ended up as the Senior Vice President of Worldwide Marketing and Public Relations for a very large company based in Atlanta.  Throughout my career I focused my writing capabilities on Marketing materials, Annual Reports, Press Releases, radio scripts, broadcast media, and the likes, but always had novels running around wild in my head.  Kell and I both gave up the corporate rat race and bought a small hotel and restaurant on the island of Martha’s Vineyard in Massachusetts. Can you imagine two southern boys ending up in New England?  I should think not, boy what a culture shock.  But after seven years, we managed to find our way and are healthy and happy in our environment.  About three years into our venture, we hit burn-out and hired a general manager to run our business while we took a year off.  That is when I started my first Novel, Final Encore, and the rest his history.  After that first year off, Kell and I enjoyed our freedom so much that we purchased a forty-two motor yacht called “One Mo Time,” which is now where most of my writing is done.  We travel the waters of New England all summer long with our Shetland sheepdog, Mavis and in October we cruise down south to Charleston, SC for the winter.

The ideas for books keep coming and I have so much in my head that wants to come out, but my fingers are just not fast enough to get it all down.  So I dance the dance between my fingers and brain on a daily basis and can only hope for the best. Being from the south and a lover of commitment and fidelity, most of my characters find their way to long healthy relationships, however long it takes them to get there.  I believe that in the end, the boy should always get the boy.  After all I got mine.

So how’s that for a life? I’ve been so very lucky in love and my career that sometimes it just doesn’t seem real.  Don’t get me wrong, everything I have I worked for and nothing was handed to me, but I’ve feel so fortunate to be in a position to be able to write without the worries of everyday life getting in the way.

Well, that’s it for now.  I have one more post just before six pm and then we’re done!

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Treasure of Love by Scotty Cade – A little Q and A!

May 20, 2011

Yeah it’s me, Scotty Cade here again to bug you a little more!

Below is a little Q&A I did for another blog spot and thought the questions were well thought out and interesting.  I hope you’ll agree and hopefully pick up a little more information about Treasure of Love and me.  And a little later, for those of you who don’t know me, I’ll share a little bit about myself.  You’ll probably be bored to tears, but because everything is always about me, me, me, you’ll read and you better darn well like it.  J


Tell us a little about Treasure of Love. How did you come up with the title?

Treasure of Love is the second book of a four book series of independent novels with recurring characters and locations and that began with Wings of Love and will conclude with Bounty of Love and Foundation of Love both due to be released August and December respectively.  Treasure of Love is the story of Jack Cameron, a character you first met in Wings of Love that had a very hard time accepting the fact that Mac Cleary, the man to which his late sister had been married, fell head over heels in love with Brad Mitchell.  He fought the relationship tooth and nail and was almost successful in destroying it before it began.  In Treasure of Love he explores his homophobia and realizes that his over reaction was caused mostly by fear and a buried attraction to the same sex.
What is the hardest scene you had to write in Treasure of Love?


Wow, that’s a tuff one.  I guess two scenes were very important to me.  The first was when Jack has the realization that he might be gay.  I wanted that scene to be as realistic as possible because for those of us that have been through it, we know it can be and usually is a painful process and deserves tons of respect.  The second was the first time he and Dax make love.  I wanted that scene to be sweet and eye opening for Jack.  I especially wanted him to feel like this connection is what’s he been lacking all of his life and now he has it with Dax and he’s not letting go.


Tell us something about Jackson Cameron and why will readers like him?


I really didn’t like Jack very much in Wings of Love or in the beginning of Treasure of Love, but I soon developed a respect for him when he realized the emotions he was fighting and owned up to his feelings.  By the middle of the story I was pulling for he and Dax and I hope the readers will feel the same way.

Why is Jackson, who is sure he is straight, attracted to Dax?


People are attracted to whom they are attracted and I believe that if being in a same sex relationship was as “normal” and accepted as heterosexual relationships and it was okay to be attracted to a person regardless of their sex, there would be many more supposed “straight” people in same sex relationships.  So to answer your question, I believe that Jack was man enough to acknowledge his attraction, which shattered everything he thought about himself, and try to explore his feelings and I so admire him for that.

Tell us something about the relationship between Dax and Jackson. Why will readers be rooting for them to be together or will they?


In the beginning, Dax has no idea that Jack is experiencing these feelings for him.  In fact, he believes Jack to be straight as an arrow and he’s very frustrated because he’s experiencing the same feelings.  When things finally start to develop, Dax knows Jack is struggling and is ever patient and supportive, which I hope will make the readers pull for them.  It certainly did for me.

What was your first reaction when you got a glimpse of your cover art?


As writers, we live and breathe our novels as we’re writing them.  We also develop this attachment to our characters and the vision we see in our heads doesn’t always match the models that are available for our covers.  It took a couple of tries to find just the right models, but other than the models the cover was beautiful.  The snow capped mountains in the background, the beautiful blue waters, and of course Dax and Jack all make one hell of a cover.


Now for the fun stuff.  Do you have any guilty pleasures?


Oh yeah! Most people have this sweet tooth, but not me.  I’ll trade sweets every day of the week for meatloaf and mashed potatoes.  Of course my waistline can’t accommodate it, but boy is it nice top think about it.

Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you.


Wow, another tough one!  Let’s see, maybe that I captain our forty-two motor yacht, which oddly enough is where I do most of my writing.

If you didn’t have to worry about counting calories or fat, what’s the first food you’d reach for?


Da!  Meatloaf and mashed potatoes.

As an author, what makes a book great in your eyes?


I love a mystery thriller with an underlying love story and believe it or not the mystery thriller part is the hardest part to write.  My writing process starts out with an outline and I hammer out the story, but with mystery thrillers my outline never really stays true to the story.  My characters always take on a life of their own and as many times as I try to stick to my outline, the characters have other ideas.  With a mystery thriller, I never really know “who done it,” until the story starts to develop and goes in a certain direction and the guilty one always shows his or her true colors. 

If someone hasn’t read any of your work, what book would you recommend they start with and why?


“Wings of Love” is a great story about loss and loving again and it holds a special place in my heart, so I would start there.

What are you working on now that your readers can look forward to?


I’m in the editing stage of “Foundation of Love” and working on the outline for “Ruby Lode.”  Many readers have asked for a sequel to Final Encore and I’ve been playing around with a plotline for that as well.

Treasure of Love by Scotty Cade – Excerpt and More!

May 20, 2011

Hello Again!

I love you guys.  The blurbs are starting to come in and they are great and a couple a little weird, but keep them coming. I’m very excited!!!!!

Here’s a little more about Treasure of Love.  The story surrounds two main characters Jackson (Jack) Cameron, straight charter boat captain and Daxston (Dax) Powers, renowned gay treasure hunter.  Again for those who read Wings of Love, you’ll remember Jack Cameron as Mac Cleary’s former brother-in-law who had such a hard time with Mac realizing that the man that was married to his late sister for over ten years is now in love with a man.

But the storyline aside, the question I get asked the most about the characters in this book is how I came up with such an unusual name like Daxston, so here’s the real 411.  Daxston was Dax’s mother’s maiden name and it’s very common among us southerners to give your children family last names as their firsts, so it’s that simple! And as most of you are aware, I’m as southern as they come and right proud of it.  To quote Aunt Pittypat from one of my favorite movies, Gone with the Wind, “Yankee’s in Georgia? My heavens, how’d they get in here?”

There I go digressing again.  So what were we talking about, oh yeah, Treasure of Love.  So…in the first novel of the series, Wings of Love, Jack was pretty mean and dead set against his former brother-in-law being in love with a man and caused quite a stir.  But in Treasure of Love, although he starts off rather contrary, we get to know the real Jack Cameron and realize that most of his actions are based on fear and once you read the story you’ll know why.  So here’s your first excerpt and I hope you enjoy it:

Chapter One

Safely docked in Skagway, Alaska, and awaiting his next charter, Dive Master and Captain Jackson P. Cameron was spending a leisurely afternoon lounging on the deck of the Lindsey C, his seventy-five-foot dive boat. Soaking up the warmth of the Alaskan summer sunshine and enjoying the gentle sound of the waves lapping against the hull, he was debating on making a big change in his life. He’d been diving and doing charters for the last ten years, and was hitting the burnout period. It wasn’t a bad life, and he did get to do what he loved—diving and captaining his own boat—but his heart told him it was time for a change. Unfortunately, his wallet told him otherwise.

Everyone needs a change every now and then, damn it. This is my time, he thought. Money or no money, when my next charter’s done, I’m taking a few weeks off and heading to a warm, sunny climate to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life.

His tranquility was suddenly interrupted by the voice of Johnny Horton singing the old country classic, “North to Alaska.”  Why in the hell did I choose that stupid song as the ringer on my cell phone? God, I hope this isn’t another charter. He dug his phone out of the pocket of his khaki shorts, lifted it to his ear, and said, “Jack Cameron.”

“Is this the Jack Cameron who owns the charter boat Lindsey C?” the caller asked.

“One and the same,” Jack said. “And this is…?”

The caller said, “I’m Daxston Powers. I’m sure you’ve probably heard of me.”

Jack did a quick scan of his mind’s database. “Nope, can’t say that I have,” Jack responded. “But what can I do for you… Daxston, is it?”

“Yes, but you can call me Dax,” the caller responded in an annoyed tone. “I would like to meet with you to discuss securing your boat for a long-term charter,” he said.

“Really? How long is long-term?” Jack asked.

“I’m not completely sure. It depends on how long it takes you to find what I’m looking for. It could be a couple of weeks on the low end and up to three months on the high end.”

Dollar signs flashed in front of Jack’s eyes, and then the realization hit him. There goes my time off.

Not wanting to seem too anxious, he said, “I’ve got a pretty tight schedule, but sure, we can meet. When and where?”

“Where are you now?” Dax asked.

“I’m docked near the ferry landing in Skagway, he replied. “My next charter pulls away from the dock at two o’clock tomorrow afternoon.”

“I’ll be at your boat at ten am sharp tomorrow morning,” Dax said, and hung up the phone without waiting for a response.

“I’ll be he—” Jack said as he heard a click in his ear before he could finish his sentence.

“Arrogant bastard,” he said to himself as he looked at his cell phone.

He hit the “end” button and slipped the phone back into his pocket. He stretched out again for a second time and tried to place the name Daxston or Dax Powers, but nothing came to mind except arrogant bastard.

“North to Alaska, They’re goin’ North, the rush is on.”

Damn, I really have to change that. He immediately felt a flash of guilt: maybe the guy didn’t hang up on me after all. Without looking at the caller ID, he put the phone to his ear and started to speak.

“I guess we were disconnected.”

He heard a short pause on the other end of the line. “Nope, try again,” the caller said.

Jack immediately recognized the voice and smiled.

His former brother-in-law and best friend, Mac Cleary, was a floatplane pilot who now lived in Hiline Lake, Alaska, with his partner, retired oncologist, Dr. Bradford Mitchell. Mac had been happily married to Jack’s sister, Lindsey, until she had died of cancer eight years ago. After being alone for over five years, Mac had unexpectedly reconnected and fallen in love with Brad, a former passenger. Brad had recently lost his partner, Jeff, to colon cancer, and the two men had formed an unbreakable bond, which over time had turned into love. Jack had had a hard time dealing with Mac’s sudden change in lifestyle, but eventually he’d come to accept it, and if he was honest with himself, was a little envious of their loving relationship.

“Hey, Mac, what’s up, man?”

“Not much, Jackie, just checking in. I haven’t talked to you in over a week. Are you on a charter?”

“Not yet, but picking up a three-day run starting tomorrow afternoon.”

“Good deal,” Mac said. “Fishing or diving?

“Diving,” Jack responded. “Don’t do much fishing anymore, it really takes a toll on the boat, and it’s too damn messy. Hey, how’s Bradford?” Jack asked.

“He’s good,” Mac said. “We just landed in Anchorage for an overnight trip to pick up supplies. We haven’t left the lake since we got back from Europe, and we’re starting to get down to the bare necessities.”

“It must be nice to retire so young and have the means to go on one adventure after another, and then escape back into the solitude of the Alaskan mountains for weeks at a time to rest up,” Jack said, with quite a bit of envy in his voice.

“It is nice, no doubt about that,” Mac said. “But Brad’s the one with all the money. Who would have thought that at this stage of my life I would be married to a rich doctor.”

“I need to find a rich doctor to take care of me,” Jack added.

“Very funny,” Mac said. “Just like you, Jack, to make me sound like a gold digger.”

“I’m teasing,” Jack said.

“I know,” Mac admitted. “But we’ve been on the go for most of the last two years, and although I know he loves it when we get home, I can tell he’s already starting to get cabin fever.”

“You guys never let any moss grow under your feet, and I love that about you,” Jack said. Jack heard Mac start to speak again, but his words faded into the background as he zoned out and stared out over the horizon. It sure would be nice to have someone special to share my life with.

“Jack? Did I lose you?” Mac asked.

“No, no, I’m here,” Jack said. “Sorry, I zoned out for a minute, what did you say?”

“I was saying that I guess we’re both enjoying life again,” Mac confided. “Those five years after Lindsey died, I was barely going through the motions of living. And Brad, he was fighting so hard to cure Jeff’s cancer, he thought of little else. And when Jeff had had enough of the unsuccessful treatments and decided he was ready to give up, Brad supported his decision and never left his side. I think a piece of us died with each of our partners, and we’re just now starting to live again.”

“I think you guys have been really good for each other,” Jack shared. “It’s no secret that it took me quite a while to get used to the idea of you two, you know, being together, but now I can’t imagine you not being together.”

Mac chuckled. “Oh, you don’t have to remind me of how much of a pain in the ass you were,” he said.

“Come on, Mac, that’s water under the bridge,” Jack said. “You seem happy now, and that makes me happy,” Jack added, meaning every word.

“Thanks, Jackie,” Mac responded.

“Not to change the subject, Mac, but have you ever heard of someone named Daxston Powers?”

“Daxston Powers,” Mac mumbled to himself, certain he recognized the name. “Oh yeah, I think he goes by Dax,” he said. “He’s one of those modern-day treasure hunters.”

“Really—a treasure hunter, huh?” Jack asked.

“Yeah. Brad and I just saw a documentary a couple of weeks ago on the Discovery Channel about his last expedition.”

“The Discovery Channel. He must be pretty famous,” Jack said.

“More infamous, I think,” Mac responded.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked.

“Well, in a Geraldo-Rivera-finding-nothing-in-Al-Capone’s-vault sort of a way,” Mac responded.

“You lost me,” Jack said.

“Let me see if I can get this right,” Mac continued. “Last fall, Powers was off the coast of Cape Horn in search of a clipper said to be carrying a bounty of diamonds, rubies, and emeralds. I think it was called the Sarah Maria. And according to the documentary, the information surrounding the Sarah Maria’s demise had been so vague that she’d eluded treasure hunters for the last one hundred and fifty years.”

Jack interrupted, “So I’m sure finding that wreck would help to validate his work and boost his career,” he said.

“Pretty much,” Mac continued. “He knew that if he found the wreck, he would garner some much-needed recognition and credibility to help him find investors for future expeditions.”

“And that’s why he invited the Discovery Channel to film the entire expedition,” Jack added. “So, did he find the wreck?”

“Much like Geraldo found the vaults, he found a wreck, but unfortunately for him, it wasn’t the Sarah Maria.”

“Serves him right,” Jack said.

“What?” Mac asked.

“Oh, nothing, go on,” Jack responded.

“Okay, it’s official, you’re very weird,” Mac teased. “But that’s not the best of the story.”

“There’s more?” Jack asked.

“Oh yeah, on the last day of the failed expedition, they were caught off guard by an unexpected fall storm, and Dax’s research vessel, Hunter’s Instinct, went down in very high winds and pounding seas.”

“No shit,” Jack whispered through a smile.

“Yep, and the really impressive thing is that he stayed on board until everyone was safely rescued, barely escaping with his own life.”

“The captain always goes down with his ship,” Jack said. “Not a new concept.”

“I still think it’s pretty impressive,” Mac added. “But once he was finally aboard the rescue boat, he swore, on camera, that he would get a new boat and he would continue his research until he found the wreck of the Sarah Maria.”

“Did he now?” Jack asked as his mind started to wander again. Did Powers want him to help them find the Sarah Maria?

Mac spoke again, “I know this is a stupid question after all that, but what’s this all about?”

“He just called me and wants to talk to me tomorrow morning about chartering the Lindsey C for as long as three months. And that’s who I thought was calling me back when you called.”

“No shit?” Mac said. “Certainly he doesn’t want you to take the Lindsey C to Cape Horn?”

“Who knows what the arrogant bastard wants?” Jack admitted.

“Wow, I can see that he really made an impression on you,” Mac said. “What did he do that has you in such a tizzy?”

Jack explained how their earlier conversation had started and abruptly ended.

Mac laughed and said, “They hinted in the documentary that he can be a little arrogant and somewhat difficult to work with.”

“We’ll just see how difficult he’ll be when he hears my price. The Lindsey C is my boat and I’m the captain, not Daxston Powers. And what in the hell kind of a name is Daxston anyway?” Jack asked.

Mac laughed. “Oh man, he’s in for it now. Give him hell, Jackie,” he urged.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jack said.

“Okay, Jack. Gotta run, Brad’s waiting for me in the truck, but please give me a call after your meeting tomorrow morning. I’m dying to know what he has in mind.”

“Will do, Mac, and give my best to Brad.”

“I’ll do it. Bye, Jack.”

Mac hooked his phone back to his belt as he wondered if he should have mentioned to Jack that Dax was openly gay. Nah, he’ll figure it out sooner or later, and this could prove to be interesting.

He thought back to the many conversations he and Lindsey had had before she died, about how they thought Jack might be gay. He’d been married for a few months some fifteen years ago and would never talk about what went wrong. Since then, he’d not had anything close to a serious relationship, nothing more than a date here or there, and when he’d found out about Mac and Brad, he’d thrown a fit and threatened to never talk to Mac again. Eventually he’d come around, but not without some major coaxing. At the time, Mac was new to the lifestyle as well, and didn’t know the signs like he did now, but Brad’s gaydar was on high alert from the start, and Jack’s homophobia had only added to Mac and Brad’s speculations about his sexuality.

Yep, this could prove to be very interesting.

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Interview with SJD Peterson

April 4, 2011

Recently, fellow writer SJD Peterson did an interview after reading and reviewing Loving Edits. It was the first time anyone has interviewed me in-depth so I thought I’d share. Click on the link:

Interview with Tyler Ward

March 30, 2011

And now for Tyler’s interview.  He’s a little bit chattier than Kevin!

We caught up with Tyler on his way back from the gym one evening, once again at Celestial Café, where we both opted for a cup of decaf Earl Grey tea with a shot of vanilla flavoring.  Tyler is freshly showered, his dark curls are still damp, and he seems to be still on a post-work-out endorphin high as his smile is energetic and his chatter is effusive.

Jessica Skye Davies: Thanks for stopping to talk with us, Tyler.  We promise we won’t keep you too long.

Tyler Ward: No, it’s great, I’m totally down for a chat and Kev’s got the biz association meeting tonight.  I’d have probably just gone home and talked to Teddy – or sat here and annoyed the fu-…  um, annoyed Luke.

JSD: No need to censor yourself, Tyler, the editors will take care of that if they feel the need.

TW: Oh, thanks!  I sometimes don’t realize what I’m saying till I’ve already said it.  Luke sometimes tries to tell me what color my “aura” is, but I’m convinced all he’s seeing the air I’ve turned blue with my language.

JSD: That’s ok, Tyler, it’s all about being yourself.  So shall we start?

TW: Yeah, let’s do it.

JSD:  Great.  We had a good time talking to Kevin, so let’s jump right in.  You’re not from around here, are you?
TW: Nope.  Moved here from the UK about six years ago.  I’d just finished art school and decided I’d come here and try my “luck,” as it were.  My luck really sucked at first because one of the first things I did was end up in a bad car crash that really screwed up my back, but that’s what happens when you forget which side of the road to turn onto to I reckon.  Good things did happen though, too.  I made a friend from the “old country” here right off because the imports shop was one of the first places I found when I got here.  It was Danny who helped me get through rehab and then introduced me to Kev, and I can’t think of anything better than that in my life.

JSD: Do you visit home often?
TW: I’ve gone back a couple times, and my mum has come to visit Kevin and I here as well a few times.  My mum’s a former flight attendant, so she knows how to get the best deals on flights and stuff, a fact she’s frequently reminding me of!  But really, my home is here now, with Kevin.

JSD: We know Kevin is an artist and gallery owner, and you mentioned going to art school.  Do you and Kevin have similar artistic styles, and can we find your work in Kevin’s gallery?

TW: Our art is actually really different.  Kev likes his canvases and is really kind of more traditional in his style, kind of impressionistic at times.  My stuff is really… 3D.  I like to say that space is my medium, in a Zen sort of way.  I play with all sorts of materials and forms and love to create hanging pieces.  I also enjoy working in clay and really getting my hands into something.  I usually have several pieces up in the gallery at any given time.  As well as selling my work, I also help out frequently at the gallery.  Got to earn my keep so Kev doesn’t turf me out!

JSD: What’s your favorite book?

TW: William Shakespeare’s classic Gay Boys in Bondage.  A distant second favorite is probably The Bridges of Madison County.  Yeah, it’s pulpy, but the strength of Robert and Francesca’s feelings is so powerfully written.  What can I say, I’m a fool for love!

JSD: What’s something that nobody knows about you?

TW: That I’m secretly straight and just passing as gay because I don’t want to be singled out when they take over the world.

JSD:  Do you have a favorite childhood memory?

TW:  The best times I had as a kid were summer holidays.  Our whole family, aunts and uncles and cousins, the grandparents, we all used to go the beach for holidays.  We’d usually rent out a couple of beach houses for a fortnight.  It was a really big deal.

JSD:  At what point in your life did you first really think you were grown up?

TW:  When I left home for university.  The first couple weeks were brilliant, just like taking a holiday.  Then reality set in and I realized I didn’t know shite about life!
JSD: When and where were you the happiest?

TW:  As much as I enjoyed those beach holidays, I’ve never been happier than I am now.  I’m genuinely content every day and I don’t think anyone can ask for more than that.

JSD:  What is something that you dislike?

TW:  I don’t always have a lot of patience for all that superstitious hocus-pocus kind of stuff.  When people say something like finding a twenty dollar bill was “good luck,” I usually point out that their definition of good luck was clearly someone else’s bad luck, so isn’t the more logical explanation that someone just wasn’t paying careful attention to their money?  What I really dislike more than anything, though, is dislike itself.  There’s way too much hate in the world and I hate it!

JSD:  Who do you admire?

TW:  Anybody who lives their life their way without caring about other people’s criticism has my admiration.  There’s always going to be somebody who thinks “you’re doing it wrong,” but if it’s right for you and the people who matter to you, what anybody else thinks should be meaningless.

JSD: Are you afraid of anything?

TW:  In that sort of superficial way, mice kind of freak me out.  Fortunately our cat, Teddy spares me from worrying about that too much, and Kevin spares me having to deal with the remains.  On a deeper level, that’s kind of hard to say.  I think, deep down, we all really have the same fears, don’t we?  I think we all fear abandonment or loss, isolation.

JSD:  What’s your biggest vice?

TW:  Oh god, vintage clothes and shoes!  It doesn’t help at all that one of my mates is the owner of a vintage shop so I usually get first dibs.  Clothing is a form of self-expression to me.  Maybe it’s because I had to wear a uniform through most of my schooling until uni, but I just won’t wear anything that I don’t feel is me at the moment.  If I’m feeling shitty, I’ll hide in sweats and hoodie.  If I’m feeling confident, I’ll pick out my favorite jeans and a jacket that’s tailored to hell and back, an awesome pair of slick, square-toed loafers and a scarf for an accent of color….  Yeah, you get the idea!  Suffice to say, Kevin has totally learned to read my moods based on what I’m wearing at the moment.

JSD:  I think we might know the answer to this next one.  Tell us a bit about the most important thing in your life?

TW:  Yeah, I’m pretty obvious about that, right?  Kevin really is the best thing that’s ever happened to me though.  He’s been the most supportive partner I could imagine.  I definitely hit the relationship jackpot when I met him!

JSD:  What’s your favorite food?

TW:  I love sweets of any kind, but also good, fresh, healthy food as well.  Things taste so much better when they’re fresh.  That’s another thing I have Kev to thank for, because I used to survive on take-away and canned food until we met.

JSD:  And finally, what’s your favorite “couple” thing to do, besides the obvious?

TW:  That kind of goes with the last one, actually.  I really love spending time in the kitchen with Kevin.  I’m not much of a cook myself, but it’s really nice to be able to work together and sort of unwind at the end of the day, just chatting, sharing a drink or two.  That and working together in the studio, but that’s really almost the same thing, really, all very creative.  And really, it’s those little moments that make a life.

JSD: Thank you so much for sharing your time with us, Tyler.  We wish all the best for you and Kevin, and look forward to visiting the gallery to see some of your work.

TW:  You’re totally welcome, it was a fun chat.  Just let me know when you’re going to stop into the gallery and I’ll come round to give the grand tour, and another cup of tea as well.