October 1, 2014
DSP: What is the inspiration of your October 1 release, Forgiving Thane?
Forgiving Thayne is the follow up to a previous release called Chasing Seth. In Chasing Seth, Seth’s best friend Nick Cartwright is introduced. Throughout the story, Nick encounters his own mate who immediately rejects him. The inspiration for the actual storyline came from the idea of having to let go of past traumas, mature and grow enough to face your mistakes and fears head on instead of running, and learning that loving someone and needing them does not make you weak. Something inspired from my own past, really.
Why did you decide to write romance stories?
I’ve always loved romance stories. I used to read Harlequin novels back to back whenever I could. I love the initial stages of a relationship, the way the fire slowly builds eventually smoldering to an inferno that can’t be held back! The slower the better!
How were you introduced to M/M fiction?
I began reading M/M fiction when I stumbled on an anime genre called Yaoi. It led me to writing it and eventually falling into the western M/M romance world.
What are five of your favorite books/series?
I’m sure everyone has heard this from more than one person, but I am in love with the Change of Heart series by Mary Calmes! Definitely one of my favorites. I’ve read them more than once. I also love the Timing series by Mary Calmes. I’m a huge fan of paranormal stories. Toni Griffin’s Talking with the Dead series is also amazing! Outside of the m/m world, I would have to say the Harry Potter series by JK Rowling and the Gone series by Michael Grant.
Can you describe your writing space and when you write?
I write in multiple places, but the majority is done at my home computer. It’s a pretty messy space most of the time. LOL. It’s a glass desk with black metal frame. I game some so I have a gaming rig, and a 27″ monitor. There’s also inspirational/motivational photos and papers hanging on the wall behind my desk. I write as much as I can, but sometimes my muse decides to gag and hog tie herself so that can vary. I can go for weeks without writing and then end up inspired to where I write every day for hours. It’s random!
J.R. Loveless is a native Floridian who spends her days in an office physically but mentally is frolicking between the pages of her imagination. Writing has been a lifelong passion that escaped from her in the midst of life until she discovered yaoi. After following breadcrumbs of the anime style, she discovered a forum dedicated to the world of yaoi. Inspired, she tried her own hand at M/M romances, spending hours building worlds of her own with the newfound support of other forum members. She can never write enough of the electrifying emotions that blaze across the hearts and souls of her characters.
She is a self-confessed Dr. Who addict with a spastic dog and a neurotic cat for companions on her long journey through the many chapters of her life. One day she hopes to visit far off places and have grand adventures like those of the characters in her stories.
October 1, 2014
DSP: So… mermen?
That was exactly my thought when I read my first merman story a few years ago. That was a time when I still wrote fan fiction, and any story that held fantasy or fairy-tale elements drew my attention. So, I read that story and was intrigued. To be honest, I’ve wanted to write a story about merfolk since I was a child. While I liked the classic mermaids with their long, flowing hair and graceful appearances, the discovery of mermen was the icing on the cake.
When I wrote Tidal Change, my newest release with Dreamspinner Press, I had a blast. I love to swim, and we usually spend our summer vacation at the sea, so that was the perfect time for me to write Marty and Rick’s story. It must’ve been one of the fastest stories I’ve ever written because I got it done in about two weeks. What can I say? The weather was great, I could sit at the beach and watch the waves and the occasional seal, and Marty and Rick demanded their story be told.
DSP: What was your inspiration for your history teacher lead?
I’m a teacher myself. I’m a Special Ed teacher, but I studied history as a subject, so I felt comfortable with Rick being a history teacher. He’s not based on me, just his profession, because for once I wanted to write about a profession I know firsthand. There might be more teachers in my next books…
Often history teachers are portrayed as old, boring, and dry people. While Rick is older than Marty, he’s not boring, and his lessons at school aren’t sleep-inducing either. Rick is laid-back, ready to settle down, and he wants Marty to become his partner, even though Marty plays hot and cold for a long time. Marty has his reasons, though, what with him being a merman.
DSP: What are some of your favorite books?
That’s a tough question. I read in pretty much every genre, but of course I have my favorite authors and books. I’m a big fan of Josh Lanyon’s and Megan Derr’s books. One of my favorite authors, who publishes with Dreamspinner Press, is Lynn Gala and I adore her books Gathering Storm and Mountain Prey. Another DSP author I discovered recently is Liv Olteano. I first read her recent release A Tooth for a Fang, then got her other two books and LOVED them. Oh, and Charlie Cochet’s THIRDS series has become one of my favorite series. I could go on and on but that would probably go beyond the scope of this interview.
DSP: What made you decide to start writing gay romance?
I started out as a fan fiction writer. For a while, I was very content to read anything I could find, until I got stuck in one fandom and desperately searched for a certain kind of story. After searching all available archives and not finding what I sought, I decided to try my hand at writing. I’ve never looked back since then. I can’t exactly pinpoint why I enjoy writing gay romance so much, I just know that it’s my favorite genre. Several people—including my husband—pushed me into the direction of writing original fiction, and the same supportive people pestered me until I submitted my first story to Dreamspinner Press. As the saying goes, the rest is history.
DSP: Where can your reader-fans interact with you and why do you like that social media outlet?
The easiest way for readers to interact with me is probably on Twitter and Facebook. I also have a blog, and I post free fiction there every Wednesday, so that’s a good place to meet me as well.
I like Twitter and Facebook, though I’d say it’s easier for me to interact on Twitter. On Facebook, I always fear I’m missing out on stuff, and sometimes I’m just overwhelmed with all the posts there, so that I just click like instead of leaving a comment. On Twitter, I like to respond and simply have nice conversations with like-minded people. It’s like an instant messenger for me, and since I tend to get chatty, that’s a great tool for me, especially since most people live in the States and therefore are in a different time zone. Twitter simply allows me to have quick conversations, ask questions, see how someone is doing, without having to write a long e-mail (which I like, but don’t always have the time for).
Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there’s any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks, or does cross stitch.
September 25, 2014
So here’s how you can win an ebook of “Acting Out.”
Let me know what you think about the whole “Gay for Pay” industry. Truth or myth? Do you think its possible or realistic for two men to be straight and have gay sex? I’m really interested in your opinion so don’t be shy. Everyone who comments will be put into the drawing and I’ll give away three copies of the ebook.
You’ve got until 4:45 to posts and I’ll announce the winner this evening at 5:00pm EST.
And just as a sneak peak, here’s what’s coming in November.
When a valuable piece of Civil War art is stolen from a popular New Orleans gallery, NOPD Lead Detective Montgomery “Beau” Bissonet and his partner set out to solve the crime. When the gallery’s insurance company sends Tollison Cruz to the Big Easy to conduct their own independent investigation, personalities clash and battle lines are definitely drawn.
The heist quickly becomes a politically driven high profile case, and Detective Bissonet is furious when he’s ordered to work along side Investigator Cruz to assure a timely arrest. The heat index soars to new levels when the two investigators discover they have a lot more in common then originally thought.
With the tension between them temporarily sated, Bissonet and Cruz finally start to work together, on more then just a professional level. But everything comes to a screeching halt when Beau discovers his cohort in crime has been withholding information regarding the investigation and has been concealing a very questionable past. What happens next rivals the scorching summer heat.
Be sure to look for “Acting Out” by Scotty Cade available now from Dreamspinner Press.
Scotty Cade Bio:
Scotty Cade left Corporate America and twenty-five years of Marketing and Public Relations behind to buy the lambert’s Cove Inn, Farm & Restaurant on the island of Martha’s Vineyard with his partner of seventeen years. He started writing stories as soon as he could read, but only a few years ago for publication. When not at the Inn, you can find him on the bow of his boat writing gay romance novels with his Shetland sheepdog Mavis at his side. Being from the south and a lover of commitment and fidelity, most of his characters find their way to long healthy relationships, however long it takes them to get there. He believes that in the end, the boy should always get the boy.
September 25, 2014
When I was thinking about writing this book I learned that when you say the word “Pornography,” most people I talk to either love it or hate it. It’s rare that I find someone that doesn’t have a strong opinion on the matter one way or the other, so I knew I was on to something. In my next excerpt, I decided to have Eli, who is down on his luck and just entering the world of “gay for pay” quiz Hamish, one of the “experienced” guys on why he does what he does.
Eli turned to Hamish. “Now can I ask you something?”
“Are you gay?”
“Not that I care what people do in the privacy of their own bedroom,” Eli clarified.
“No. I’m not gay.”
“Then how do you do it?” Eli asked, meeting Hamish’s eyes.
Hamish broke the gaze and turned to look out over the water. “There’s not really a short answer to that question,” he said. “But the gist of it is that all us guys feel like we are in this together. We do what we have to do to support ourselves and our families. And we try to support one another.”
“But to have sex with another guy,” Eli said.
“Listen,” Hamish added. “A blowjob is a blowjob, and a warm hole is a warm hole. Once you get over the taboo of having sex with another man, realize that sex is sex and it’s all the same, you’re home free.”
“Its really hard to wrap my head around, but I’ll take your word for it,” Eli said.
Hamish looked back at Eli. “Seriously, I felt the same way you did when Royce propositioned me. But once you get here and get to know the guys, it almost becomes like a club you want to be part of. Almost like the feeling of being a marine, like being a part of something bigger than you. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s how it was for me and for most of the other guys as well.”
This time Eli turned away and stared out over the water as if he might find the answers out there.
Hamish continued, “Most guys are here because they can’t find work and are doing what they have to do to support themselves and/or their families. I don’t know about you, but I have to admire that dedication.”
Eli thought about what Hamish said and decided he agreed. “I do too,” he said.
“The guys here feel like we are all in this together, and it makes it easier on each and every one of us. In the end, we’re all doing the same things for mostly the same reasons. You know.” Hamish said. “We have this unspoken agreement among us that no one should feel isolated and ashamed for doing what they have to do to take care of themselves or the people they love.”
Eli glanced at Hamish again and their eyes met. “You get where I’m coming from?” Hamish asked.
“I do,” Eli admitted. “I just don’t know if I can do it.”
“Of course you can,” Hamish assured him. “If you want to. The biggest hurdle we all had to face was simply believing that having sex with another man doesn’t define you as gay.”
Hamish paused, then spoke again. “As I said before, I’m not gay, I hate labels and I’ve always strived to live and let live. But up until I joined this elite group of men I hadn’t even considered having sex with another man.”
“And now?” Eli asked.
“It took me a couple of months to get comfortable with everything,” Hamish said, looking up at the stars, “but if I was forced to stick a label on my back, I would now categorize myself as a bisexual.”
“Does that mean you enjoy sex with men?” Eli asked.
“Sometimes,” Hamish admitted. “It’s like a regular job. Some days you enjoy your work some days you don’t, and sometimes you get along better with one coworker versus another. It’s really no different. There are guys I enjoy being with more than others, but it’s a job and you can’t pick and choose. I mean, if I refused to do a scene with a certain guy, no one would make me. But again, it’s our unspoken code of ethics that keeps us all together.”
“Wow!” Eli said, shaking his head. “I didn’t see that coming.”
So, as you can see Eli is struggling with if he can really pull any of this off and actually have sex with another man.
This topic continues to intrigue me long after the book has been put to bed, no pun intended, but not for the reasons you may think. I’m mostly amazed at the camaraderie between the guys. They respect and support one another and never judge and in the end isn’t that what we all want???
See you again in a couple hours when you can learn how to win a copy of “Acting Out.”
September 25, 2014
Scotty here again! So in my first posts, I told you how this story came about and what inspired me, but now I’d like to share an excerpt from “Acting Out.” The story has to do with a down on his luck, recently discharged, marine who gets approached to enter the gay for pay porn industry and in desperate need of a job and money, he actually considers it.
First Sergeant Elijah Preston gripped the edge of the bathroom sink and stared at his hazy reflection in the mirror. The long hot shower had done nothing for his disposition, and he sighed as the unrecognizable image staring back summed up his life to a tee. His life had been unrecognizable for a while now. He had very little money, no real place to call home, no job, no real friends, and worst of all, he didn’t see any of that changing in the foreseeable future.
He dropped his head in defeat and fixated on the cracked floor tiles under his bare feet. I hate this fucking hellhole of a motel. In a fit of frustration, Elijah ripped the tiny blow-dryer from the wall mount and pointed it at the foggy mirror. A blurry-edged circle appeared as his image slowly started to materialize. Under the harsh florescent lighting, his normally piercing hazel eyes appeared dull and lifeless. His sun-bleached skin looked dry, weather-beaten, and not at all like the smooth olive complexion he’d sported as a teenager.
It had been exactly one month to the day since Elijah had been honorably discharged from the United States Marine Corps after serving one very long tour of duty. He’d signed on the dotted line right after high school graduation with the hopes of getting as far away from his alcoholic parents and his hometown of Berry, Kentucky, as he could, but also knowing it was the only chance he had of getting a good education and making something out of his life. His strategy had been to do the normal four years active duty, work hard, save as much money as he could, and then put his degree to good use while he spent the next four years on reserve duty until his discharge. But his plan had been interrupted by the small print and one particular “unless needed” clause in his enlistment papers. Right after basic training, he’d been shipped overseas to Afghanistan and had spent almost his entire eight-year tour of duty there.
When he’d left Afghanistan, he’d also left behind everyone who’d mattered to him. After his grandmother died, he’d refused stateside visits, knowing that the people serving with him were more his family than those he’d left behind, and even Afghanistan was better than the hellhole he used to call home. He’d thought seriously about reenlisting but had decided against it, figuring it was time to stop running away and make a life for himself outside of the military.
Two weeks before his discharge, he’d been stationed at Marine Corps Base Quantico in Quantico, Virginia, with little to do but get his affairs in order, map out his future, and anticipate the life of a civilian. In doing so, he’d discovered that sometimes the best-laid plans fall apart.
Right after he’d enlisted, Elijah had opened a checking account at a small bank in Berry, and during his eight years overseas, via automatic deposit, he’d saved almost every penny he’d earned. Or so he thought. He’d put his mother’s name on the account in case anything happened to him while he was overseas, and although his parents had been on the wagon at the time, during the last eight years, they’d helped themselves to every penny of his money.
She’d given him some tear-filled, cockamamie story about how she’d supposedly “invested” the money in a sure thing that had gone sour, but he’d known that, more than likely, they’d spent it all on vodka, cigarettes, and gambling. He’d kicked himself in the ass over and over for not having the bank statements electronically sent to him, but he’d never imagined, no matter how weak they were, they would steal from their only child. To add insult to injury, when he’d told them he was coming to get his truck, they’d confessed it had been in an accident and was no longer drivable.
So here he was after eight years in the USMC with nothing but his last paycheck and a degree in communications to show for his time served. For the last month he’d lived in this dive of a motel, pinched every penny, and searched the Internet day after day for a job in his field. He had no ties to anyone or anything, so location was no issue; he could relocate anywhere in the country. In the meantime, he also searched locally for anything that would help supplement what little money he had until he eventually found a job and moved.
Elijah hung his wet towel over the shower rod and stepped onto the soiled carpet of the small bedroom. The morning sun was beating through the dingy blue drapes barely covering the double windows, and the clock on top of the battered chest read 8:35. He fumbled through the drawers and retrieved his last pair of clean underwear, a worn T-shirt, and a pair of white socks. When he stepped into his briefs and attempted to pull them up, his finger went right through the thin cotton and the waistband separated from the rest of the underwear. “Motherfucker,” he hissed.
He angrily tossed the underwear into the trash can in the corner of the room and stepped into his old blue jeans commando. After pulling the T-shirt over his head and slipping on his socks and shoes, he went back into the bathroom.
Elijah ran his forefinger around the edge of a small jar, getting the last bit of pomade and rubbing it in his hands before applying it to his light brown hair. “You’ve held off as long as you can, Eli,” he mumbled, spiking his bangs and wishing the military cut would hurry up and grow out. “You need clothes.”
With no other choice, Elijah called a cab to take him the four miles to the Walmart in nearby Dumfries and sat outside his motel room and waited. And waited. When the cab finally dropped him off in front of the store exactly ninety minutes later, Elijah asked the driver to pick him up in an hour, not wanting to pay the extra fee for making the guy wait.
Elijah rolled the shopping cart up and down the aisles of the men’s department, trying to decide what to buy. After wearing nothing but uniforms for the last eight years, he was at a total loss for what was in style. Not that he was a stylish guy, but he needed something up-to-date so he wouldn’t look like a hick if he did get a job interview. After much deliberation, he decided to start with the basics. Two pairs of khaki pants, two pairs of blue jeans, and two white cotton button-down shirts. He was staring at a table of colored T-shirts, trying to decide which colors to choose, when a middle-aged man stepped up beside him. “Definitely the green one,” he said. “It’ll look great with your eyes.”
“Uh, thanks,” Elijah said. “Kinda been a while since I bought anything new.”
“Military?” the man asked.
“USMC,” Elijah replied. “Last eight years.”
The man smiled and nodded like he understood what Elijah was going through. “How long have you been out?”
“About a month,” Elijah replied.
“Ah yes. I remember feeling the same way twenty years ago.”
“Marine?” Elijah asked.
“Army man myself,” the man responded. “But feeling like the civilian world left you behind is a universal sensation.”
Looking at his watch, Elijah realized he was almost out of time. The minute the driver arrived at the store, he knew the meter would be clicking away. He put the green T-shirt in his cart along with a red one and a yellow one. “I hate to run, but I have a cab picking me up in fifteen, so I need to get a move on.”
“No problem,” the man said, nodding. “I totally understand. Good luck with the shopping,” he added, turning and walking away without another word.
Elijah felt a slight stab of sadness. That man was literally the only person he’d had any semblance of a conversation with in the last few days, and he even understood a little of what Elijah was going through. He pushed the melancholy feeling to the back of his mind and focused on the rest of his shopping. The sportswear department for a couple of pairs of running shorts and tank tops, the underwear department for underwear and socks, and finally health and beauty aids for toothpaste, pomade, and deodorant. On the way to the register, he saw a display and felt instantly guilty but splurged anyway by tossing a bottle of Old Spice into his cart. Gotta smell nice for the non-existent ladies beating down my door.
Elijah looked at his watch again as the automatic doors opened in front of him. Right on time. He scanned the parking lot and was relieved when he didn’t see the cab sitting idle with the meter running. He took a seat on the bench in front of the store and waited.
Thirty minutes came and went and still no cab. He fished his phone out of his pocket and was about to hit redial when a voice said, “Where are you headed, son?”
Elijah looked up to see the middle-aged gentleman from the men’s department standing in front of him. “The Seasons Motel,” Elijah responded without hesitation.
“Come on,” the man said with a gesture of his head. “I’m going right by there. I’ll be glad to drop you off.”
“Are you sure?” Elijah asked.
The man smiled. “Absolutely. I’m Royce, by the way.”
“As in Rolls Royce?” Elijah asked with a smile while he gathered his bags.
“No such luck, but don’t I wish.” Royce chuckled.
“I’m Elijah. Elijah Preston, but my friends call me Eli.”
My friends call me Eli. As soon as the words left his mouth, Elijah felt another stab of sadness. He no longer had any friends. Not really. Not here anyway.
“Good to meet you, Eli,” Royce said, interrupting Eli’s pity party.
Eli sucked it up and forced a smile. “I really appreciate the lift.”
“Don’t give it another thought,” Royce responded. “I remember feeling very disjointed when I was discharged. But it gets better. I promise.”
Eli offered a weak smile.
“What do you do?” Royce asked as they walked to his car.
“Nothing right now,” Eli replied. “I’m looking for full-time work in my field, but I’d take anything at the moment to hold me over until I can find something more permanent.”
“I see,” Royce said as they reached his pickup truck. Eli heard the click of the locks, and when Royce climbed in he did the same.
Royce sat in the driver’s seat looking forward and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Eli felt like there was something else the man wanted to say but for some reason was holding back.
Curious, Eli turned to face Royce. “If there’s something you want to say, man, feel free,” he said. “I’m not a sensitive guy.”
Royce nodded but didn’t say anything. He simply started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot.
Once they were on the highway, Royce cleared his throat, and Eli looked in his direction.
“I might have some work for you if you’re interested,” Royce said hesitantly.
Eli’s ears perked up. “Hell yeah, I’m interested,” he said without a second thought.
Royce reached into a little compartment on his dashboard, retrieved a business card, and handed it to Eli.
Eli took the card and read it from beginning to end.
Check out the number one gay military porn site on the Internet.
100% authentic Marines, Soldiers, Fighter Pilots, and Sailors all waiting for you!
Royce Mackey, Proprietor—571-HOTGUYS
Eli read the card again to make sure he hadn’t misread it the first time and offered it back to Royce, who was staring straight ahead at the highway. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not gay, man,” he said.
Royce accepted the card but didn’t put it back into the compartment. “No problem, but for the record, none of my guys are gay,” he said in a monotone voice.
“Are you serious?” Eli asked.
“Damn straight,” Royce replied. “No pun intended,” he added with a smile. “I may have a couple of bisexual guys in the mix, but ninety-nine percent of them are straight. Some are married, some engaged, and most of them have steady girlfriends. They all do it for the money.”
Eli shook his head in disbelief. “You mean these supposed straight guys fuck other guys for money? On camera?”
Royce nodded. “Some do that, yeah, and others might just beat off alone for the camera. It’s totally up to the guy to do what he feels comfortable with.”
“You must pay a shitload of money,” Eli said. “No pun intended.”
“You’re a good-looking man, Eli, and you’ve got a great body. You could make as much as ten thousand dollars a day, depending on how far you choose to go,” Royce explained.
“Ten thousand dollars a day?” Eli repeated.
“Of course that’s going all the way with several shoots in one day,” Royce said. “But I guess it really doesn’t matter if you’re not interested.”
Royce pulled up in front of Eli’s motel and handed the card back to Eli. “Just keep this in case you change your mind. If you have any questions or just want to talk more, give me a call.”
Eli didn’t know why, but he took the card and slipped it into one of his shopping bags. “Thanks for the lift, Royce. I really appreciate it.”
“Anytime,” Royce responded. “And call if you have any questions.”
Eli nodded out of politeness, gathered his bags, and slid out of the truck.
He walked toward his motel room and looked back when Royce tapped the horn a couple of times, then waved as he drove off.
Feeling a bit like he’d just been to the Twilight Zone, Eli dug the brass key out of his pocket and let himself into his motel room. While unpacking his bags, he came across the business card and thought about his encounter with Royce. He put the card on his bedside table and proceeded to remove all the tags from his new clothes and put everything away.
When he finished, it was nearing noon, and with his big chore for the morning complete, he sat down at his laptop to scan the want ads like he did every day. At least this hellhole has Wi-Fi. He fired up his computer and began his normal process of checking the online local newspaper and the local section of Craigslist for any temporary positions in his area, and then he hit the national search on Craigslist for anything permanent in his field. When he identified a potential position, he followed the instructions on the ad and submitted his resume electronically or via snail mail, whichever was preferred. Today, however, there wasn’t a single new posting locally or even nationally that fit his qualifications. Discouraged, he sighed and shut his laptop, deciding there was nothing more he could do online. He called his career counselor at Quantico to see if there were any new developments, but as with his online search, he again came up empty.
Eli looked around his tiny room and in a fit of boredom turned the television on and channel surfed until he found the local news. He made himself a sandwich from the prepackaged lunchmeat in his fridge, kicked off his sneakers, and plopped down on the bed to eat his lunch and see what great things were happening in his little world of Dumfries, Virginia.
When the local news was over, Eli felt drained and wished he hadn’t turned it on. He looked down at the paper plate on his lap and rearranged the crumbs covering the flower-patterned surface with his fingers. Eventually he put the empty dish on the bedside table, and Royce’s business card caught his attention. Eli picked it up and read it again as if the words would somehow morph into something he could actually do. He rubbed the card between his fingers over and over until curiosity got the best of him. It won’t hurt to look.
Eli opened his laptop, keyed in www.hotmilitaryguys.com, and waited as his Mac located the web site. When the site appeared, the banner on the home page featured a good-looking pilot in uniform up on a ladder next to some sort of aircraft. As Eli scrolled down the home page, he saw various military guys in seductive poses, their dog tags predominately displayed, some in uniform and some bare-chested with tattoos he recognized as very common USMC tats. Next he saw a warning that the site contained hardcore gay sexual situations and content, and a person must be eighteen years of age in order to continue, with an option to enter or leave the site right below it. Eli clicked enter.
The next page featured a large photo of a recruit of the week named Logan in the top half of his US Army uniform and naked from the waist down, his cock fully erect. Along the side of the screen were options for Live Chats, DVDs, Online Videos, Photo Galleries, Affiliated Sites, GIs, and About Us.
Eli clicked the About Us button and started reading.
Welcome to hotmilitaryguys.com, a site that was unknowingly in the making almost my entire life and created through my dreams. From as far back as I can remember, I’ve always been mesmerized and wholeheartedly attracted to men in military uniforms. That love turned into this web site, and today I can offer everyone who shares my dreams a way to explore and even get the opportunity to watch some of these guys act out your favorite fantasies.
Growing up in San Diego, I was always surrounded by men in uniform, and it was there, surrounded by these handsome and mostly willing men, that I first realized I was gay. There weren’t as many gay bars as there are now, and the only other place we had to pick up men was adult bookstores, and trust me when I tell you I had my pick of any military man I wanted.
I quickly realized these hot and horny men would venture in after they struck out with the ladies, knowing they could stick their dick through a glory hole and always find a warm, welcoming mouth on the other side, and… most of the time that warm mouth was mine.
I eventually built up a roster and got to know these guys, built friendships with them, and earned their trust. Ultimately they stopped meeting me at the adult bookstore and started coming right to my own front door, knowing they could get what they wanted and slip out the back until the next time and never be outed by me.
As I got older and less promiscuous, I still longed to see hot military guys, so I came up with the idea for this site. I started talking to the guys I had good relationships with, and surprisingly they were along for the ride. I started hotmilitaryguys.com small but it quickly grew right along with the Internet. Ten years later I still have a thriving business.
So feel welcome to take the tour, look around the site, and sign up for a three-day trial.
Proprietor, Director, and Lover of Men in Uniform
“Well I’ll be,” Eli whispered. “Royce is gay. I never would have pegged him for a homosexual.”
Curious about the guys who were doing these things for Royce, Eli clicked on the GIs button and photos of guys in various stages of uniform or simply naked appeared below a row of buttons from A-Z. Eli clicked on the A button and a whole slew of photos of men whose names all started with the letter A filled the screen. All the guys were very handsome and well built and didn’t look the least bit nervous or ashamed. He clicked on a guy named Adam, and a larger picture with a bio popped up. On the sidebar was a list of videos with thumbnail photos and a description of each video. When Eli clicked on one of the videos, a membership screen popped up, and he couldn’t go any further unless he bought a membership to the site.
Still trying to determine how many men were into this sort of thing, he randomly clicked on the letter J. After counting at least thirty photos in that section alone, he randomly chose a guy named Jayden and clicked on his photo. When he scrolled down, Eli saw a similar list of thumbnail photos connected to videos, but one in particular was titled “Jayden Sheds his Uniform Solo” and had a Free button beside it. Eli clicked on the button, and a black screen opened up with a disclaimer that he couldn’t read fast enough before the scene started.
The guy named Jayden was in full uniform, seated on a couch, with the sound of a girl moaning in the background, obviously from a straight porno playing out of sight. The guy was fondling himself through his trousers, and from the size of the bulge in his pants, building up quite an erection. The guy started slowly taking off his uniform, continuing to fondle himself, until he was naked except for his hat. He started to beat off, slowly at first, rubbing his abs, lifting his legs and rubbing his balls and asshole and then focusing on his dick again, picking up speed until he shot his load all over his stomach and chest. The scene ended with Jayden out of breath, his eyes closed and his body covered in his own release.
Eli stared at the screen in amazement. “I wonder how much that guy got paid to do that?” he mumbled. He continued to click on button after button, but unless you were a member, you didn’t get more than a few photos and an occasional free snippet of some guy in a solo performance beating off. Deciding he’d seen enough to get an idea of what the site was all about, Eli closed his laptop, set it to the side, and lay back on his bed. He linked his fingers together, rested his joined hands on his chest, and closed his eyes. I don’t think I could ever do anything like that was his last thought before he drifted off to sleep…
Eli was in his dress blues, sitting on a white leather couch, heart pumping frantically, and hands fidgeting in his lap. There were several cameras and bright lights pointing in his direction, and a flat-screen television was hanging on the wall right in front of him, starring a very large-chested woman going down on a Marine. On the table next to him was a bottle of lubricant and several neatly folded white towels. Someone yelled “Action!”
Eli stood, staring directly into the camera, and slid the release of his buckle to the left, pulling the woven cotton belt through until it was free. He slowly started to unbutton his coat, painstakingly, one brass button at a time. He let the coat slip off of his shoulders and tossed it onto the back of the couch before removing his white T-shirt and dropping it to the floor at his feet. He saw a flash out of the corner of his eye and turned to see his dog tags lying against his bare chest, reflecting the bright studio lights on the small monitor facing him. He quickly looked away, unable to watch what was unfolding right in front of him.
He sat on the edge of the couch and leaned over to untie his black patent-leather shoes, again focusing only on the camera. He pulled his left shoe off and then toed off his right, kicking them to the side before hooking his forefinger into the back of his sock. He peeled one off, then the other, and dropped them on top of his T-shirt.
He took a deep breath and stood, unhooking his trousers and stepping out of them, adding the pants to the top of the slowly accumulating pile of clothing.
A voice behind the camera yelled, “Cut,” and a blurry face instructed him to sit back down, watch the video, stick his hand down his underwear, and start working on his erection.
The same voice yelled, “Action,” and Eli sat down, leaned against the back of the couch, and slid his hand down his pants. He jumped to his feet in panic and disbelief when he realized his cock was gone.
Eli woke standing at the side of his bed, his heart pounding and his skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. He stuck his hand down his pants, and when he found his dick, he gripped it in relief. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his head in his hands. It was just a nightmare!
What a nightmare huh? See you right back here in a couple of hours for more excerpts!
Release Party – Scotty Cade explores the “Gay for Pay” industry in his latest release called “Acting Out.”
September 25, 2014
Hello Everyone. Scotty Cade here. I’m thrilled to back on the Dreamspinner blog to launch my eleventh novel with them called “Acting Out.” I can’t believe it’s been a little less than four years since my first novel, “Final Encore,” was released and just a couple months until number twelve, “The Royal Street Heist,” hits the shelves. How time fly’s! More about “The Royal Street Heist” later but for now I’d like to tell you about “Acting Out.” Let’s start off with the blurb:
One very long tour of duty in Afghanistan and an honorable discharge from the USMC does nothing to help Elijah Preston’s job search. Living in a cheap motel in Quantico Virginia and nearly out of money, a chance meeting in a local Walmart with a man named Royce Mackey finally gives Eli hope for employment. Until…he learns the job description. Royce operates a gay military porn site and wants Eli as his next star. Desperate and broke, Eli accepts Royce’s offer and soon finds himself immersed in a strange new world.
Hamish Turner takes Eli under his wing and teaches him as much about Royce’s operation as he can and in the process the two become fast friends. After their first shoot together they realize there is a little more of a connection then either expected and a bond quickly develops. The two men decide to see where their mutual attraction takes them but things quickly get complicated when a crazed fan of Hamish’s, who picks up on the chemistry between he and Eli starts sending threatening letters demanding the scenes between the two men stop. Or else. The stress gets too much to handle and everything starts to crumble down around them.
So…when I began researching “Acting Out,” I spent hours upon hours doing research about the porn industry. I forced myself to watch snippets of a lot of hot guys getting it on. Such a tough job I have huh? But…I digress, that experience is a story for another time. Anyway, now where was I? Oh yeah. Research.
But – the more websites I stumbled upon, the more intrigued I became. I’ve never been a porn watcher, not because I’m too much of a prude, but simply because I never really got into it. But…with that said, I perused over two dozen sites, many “military type” sites and I watched snippets of the free videos available to “looky loo’s” like me and to be blatantly honest, it was pretty apparent to this novice that only a few held true to the myth of “straight” guys having sex with other “straight” guys.
After narrowing it down to a few porn sites, because they seemed legitimate and because the guys did pre and post video interviews where I could gather information on their personalities, I bought trial memberships and settled in for a binge watch. What I saw amazed the hell out of me. They were actually real “straight” guys having gay sex with other “straight” guys. The thing that was so blatantly obvious was that these guys showed no emotion whatsoever. They were going through the motions, doing any and everything, but there was no real lust or affection between them. No noticeable connection between them at all. And…that got the old wheels a turning.
So I started previewing the many videos each of these sites had to offer, but more importantly, I listened intently and took lots of notes during the interviews. These guys talked about themselves and why they did what they did, but I was completely amazed at the camaraderie between the men. They all seemed to support one another and at the same time tease one another mercifully. With each interview I learned more and more about what made these men tick. Much to my surprise, many of them were married with small children and many had girlfriends. It was clear that they were doing what they had to do, at least partly to put food on the table, but I’m sure the large amounts of money didn’t hurt either. I later learned that the more they did, the more they got paid, a certain amount for on screen masturbation, more money for oral sex and even more money for anal sex.
Anyway I digress again.
So after gravitating to a couple of pretty talkative guys in particular, I watched every video for each of them. Sometimes together, sometimes with other guys, but I instantly like these two men and were drawn to them and their story. Or…at least what I could piece together from watching their interviews and putting together all the little tidbits they dropped during each interview. Alone they were just tidbits, but linked together the information painted a pretty clear picture. They seemed open and honest and genuinely humble. These are the two men who inspired my main characters, Elijah Preston and Hamish Turner.
Stay tuned for excerpts and chance to win a copy of Acting Out in the next post in a couple of hours.
September 5, 2014
Dreamspinner Press: Let’s start with your first novel, The Nothingness of Ben. If readers know your name, it’s probably because of that book, wouldn’t you agree?
Brad Boney: Absolutely. Lots of readers in this genre have read Ben, and it continues to sell two years later. I’m fortunate to have had that experience.
DSP: What’s your response to critics who claim The Nothingness of Ben fails because Ben Walsh is something of a dick?
BB: [Laughs] I’ve read a few of those reviews. The first thing that struck me was how engaged with Ben they were. People wrote about him as if he were real, and that felt like a win to me. I also noticed some of those reviews were marked DNF at 30%. I understand—life’s too short. If my writing doesn’t grab someone, they should bail and move on. I’m the same way. But Ben does grow in the book. I don’t think he’s a dick at the end. He’s a flawed person who was lucky enough to meet a man who is truly his better half.
DSP: So you think Travis is the better man?
BB: Is that wrong? I kind of do, at least for me. Ben is brilliant and charming and funny, but he’s also rudderless. He needs someone like Travis to steady him. I would date someone like Travis before I’d date someone like Ben.
DSP: Is that because you and Ben are too much alike?
BB: In some ways, yes. I’m pretty self-absorbed, but I can also be worthy and faithful and true.
DSP: What about the criticism that the tone of the opening chapters, given the death of their parents, is too lighthearted?
BB: On that one, we’ll just have to agree to disagree. I understand those comments and where they come from, but maybe those people aren’t Catholic. My family has a powerful sense of denial around grief and sadness. We don’t express it. We cover it with humor. We act out like Cade does, or withdraw like Jason does. And then at some point, it boils over and brings us to our knees, like it does with Ben when he kisses Travis in the street and breaks down crying.
DSP: How do you feel about the M/M genre as a whole?
BB: It’s easy to trash romance novels because so many of them are awful. But the argument that they’re all bad is ridiculous, and I don’t even have to include my own books to defend that. T.J. Klune won a Lambda award this year. Jay Bell has been nominated twice and won once. Anyone who points to those books and calls them trash is an idiot, and should be dismissed as such.
DSP: We’ve heard you have some issues with the term M/M.
BB: Where did you hear that?
DSP: People talk around the office. Are you saying you don’t have an issue?
BB: I don’t understand the term because I don’t come from a romance background. I’ve never read an M/F romance in my life, and I assume that’s where it comes from. M/F, M/M, M/F/M, M/M/M, F/M/F. I don’t know why M/M is necessary when the word “gay” works just fine. Those designations seem very tab/slot to me, like it’s all about genitals. In some cases, I also think it gives writers permission to divorce their stories from the lived experience of real gay men, including all the social, medical, and political baggage that comes with it. I guess there’s nothing wrong with that, but it’s not what I’m doing. Ben Walsh is recognizable to me as a gay man I might know. Maybe that’s why some readers have a problem with him. He’s not an idealized romantic hero.
DSP: How does it feel being a gay man in a genre dominated by women?
BB: [Grins] It depends on the women.
DSP: Do you think a woman can write a good story about two men falling in love?
BB: Yes. I’ve read them. I’ve been vocal about my admiration for books like Faith & Fidelity by Tere Michaels, and Promises by Marie Sexton. The female factor is unexpected, that’s all. When I tell my gay friends that most of my readers are women, they’re very surprised. They don’t understand it, and at first I was the same way. But I’ve gotten to know many of my readers, and that changed everything. I love them and I now understand what draws women to these stories—both as readers and writers.
DSP: You mentioned you don’t come from a romance background. What are your influences?
BB: I spent years in the theater as an actor and director, which explains why my books are so dialogue heavy. Most of the gay fiction I’ve read were books by Violet Quill authors like Andrew Holleran and Edmund White. I’m a huge fan of rom-coms and directors like Cameron Crowe. I think as romance writers, we’re all trying to create a moment like John Cusack holding that boom box over his head.
DSP: We’ve noticed on Twitter that your second book, The Return, has a smaller but more passionate following.
BB: The Return was a tough sell. It doesn’t have a conventional set-up. It spans two generations. It’s got a huge canvas—someone pointed out there are actually 10 main characters. The romance is resolved at about 75%. I had to keep the blurb vague, and once you read the book, you understand why. But that only hurt it in terms of sales. I get it—people like to know what a book is about. I don’t blame them. Still, the people who did read it are grateful I didn’t give anything more away. It’s a story I’m very proud of, and the fact that some readers have embraced it in such a profound way is extremely satisfying to me. I don’t think I can write a better book than The Return, which is why I took a totally different approach to The Eskimo Slugger.
DSP: What do you mean?
BB: The Return was that book every writer has in their back pocket. The one they were born to write. I didn’t think I could top it, so my only option was not to try. As a result, The Eskimo Slugger tells an intimate story on a small canvas, about two simple guys caught up in an impossible situation. It takes place over ten days in the summer of 1983. It’s like a pop song. Readers who are expecting another symphony like The Return should brace themselves for disappointment.
DSP: But you set The Eskimo Slugger up in The Return, which leads us to our next question. Are you writing a series or not?
BB: Yes and no. I believe you can pick up any one of my books and enjoy each as a standalone, but there is certainly something to be gained by reading them all. That doesn’t mean they have to be read in the order I wrote them. I’m a child of postmodernism and enjoy a certain random element. The order in which you read them will determine your experience. If someone out there has never read one of my books, I’d say jump in with The Eskimo Slugger. Chronologically, it’s actually the beginning.
DSP: Is it a book about baseball?
BB: It’s a book about a baseball player. There is only one scene set inside a ballpark.
DSP: Were you a baseball fan before you wrote it?
BB: No. I didn’t know anything about baseball.
DSP: Really? What did you do for research?
BB: I watched the entire Ken Burns documentary twice—all 18 hours of it. I went to a lot of baseball games in Austin and elsewhere. I talked to my dad and a friend of mine at work who used to play college baseball. I read the Billy Bean autobiography called Going the Other Way, about his time as a closeted gay man in the major leagues. I listened to the Baseball Tonight podcast for an entire season, just to hear and understand the way guys talk about baseball.
DSP: Are you a fan now?
BB: Oh, absolutely. I’d love to meet a guy who thinks a baseball game is a great date.
DSP: You mentioned Austin, where all your books are set. How long have you lived there?
BB: Twenty-six years. I’m a naturalized Texan. But as many people have learned from my books, Austin is nothing like the rest of Texas. It’s the blue center of a red state. Austin is very gay friendly and boys walk around holding hands all the time.
DSP: What would you say are your strengths and weaknesses as a writer?
BB: My weaknesses are easy. I have virtually no powers of description. I’ll never be L.C. Chase, the way she can take you into a horse stable and bring it to life. But I also believe that writers should draw the outline and readers should fill it in, so at least my practice matches my theory. I’m very bad when it comes to narrating the internal life of a character. I’ll never be J.P. Barnaby, the way she can spend pages and pages inside Aaron’s head and make it interesting. I can’t do that. But I think most readers would say I spin a good yarn. I understand set-up and payoff. I’m a better-than-average storyteller.
DSP: Of all the chapters you’ve written, which is your favorite?
BB: Do you have one?
DSP: Yes, but we want to hear yours first.
BB: “Cover Me” from The Return. In every season of Mad Men, there’s that one episode when everything happens. The shit hits the fan. That’s what “Cover Me” is. Topher has his inter-dimensional phone call, then he sits down with his bandmates and explains what’s going on, then Stanton shows up, then Topher sings…. It’s just bam, bam, bam. It made my head spin writing it.
DSP: It took us awhile to figure out that all the chapter titles were Bruce Springsteen songs.
BB: I tried not to use the most famous songs. Now it’s your turn. What’s your favorite?
DSP: Chapter seventeen from Nothingness. We call it “the earth is flat.” Anyone who’s read the book knows what we’re talking about. We don’t really know exactly what Travis is thinking, but it doesn’t matter. Ben’s surrender is delicious.
BB: That’s where point of view worked to my advantage, since we only get to know what’s going on inside Ben’s head.
DSP: We noticed you favor third person and past tense, with a single point of view. Is that a conscious choice?
BB: Yes. The Return is actually told from two points of view, though.
DSP: Okay, technically that’s true, but it’s almost two separate stories, so… We’d argue that each of your stories is told from a single point of view.
BB: That’s fair. Single point of view works best for me. I’m looking for stylistic choices that foreground the story, not the storytelling, and sticking with one character does that. I find it jarring when the point of view shifts back and forth within a chapter, simply because the author thinks I need to know both sides of the story. I don’t. A good writer looks at single point of view and sees opportunities, not limitations. What can I hide in the negative space? As far as tense goes, past tense is the most “invisible” way to write. I know present tense is all the rage now, and I have no problem with it. I adapt pretty easily when I pick up a book that’s written in present tense. But I do notice it before I adapt. The writer’s hand becomes visible to me, and that’s something I’m personally trying to avoid. I also think first person is vastly overused, and in too many cases exposes a writer’s weaknesses. I may take that risk someday, but only after I’ve written several more books.
DSP: We can’t all be J.D. Salinger.
BB: Exactly. Unless you can write a first-person narrative with a voice as distinctive as Holden Caulfield, stick with third person.
DSP: Your stories seem to have a spiritual undercurrent to them. Is that intentional?
BB: I think so. I’m not trying to beat people over the head, but it’s there. It’s also there in The Eskimo Slugger, but by the fourth book, I’m just trying to have fun.
DSP: Tell us about that.
BB: It’s called Yes. I finished it last week, so now it’s in the hands of my beta reader. It’s about a man on his 40th birthday who wakes up twenty years younger. It’s like that Tom Hanks movie Big—only gay and in reverse.
DSP: Thanks for sitting down for this interview. It’s been fun to get to know you!
Brad Boney lives in Austin, Texas, the seventh gayest city in America. He grew up in the Midwest and went to school at NYU. He lived in Washington, DC, and Houston before settling in Austin. He blames his background in the theater for his writing style, which he calls “dialogue and stage directions.” His first book was named a Lambda Literary Award finalist. He believes the greatest romantic comedy of all time is 50 First Dates. His favorite gay film of the last ten years is Strapped. And he has never met a boy band he didn’t like. Visit Brad on his website and on Twitter
June 25, 2014
AA: Hi, Phil. So sorry for holding you up like this. Are you sure you’re okay?
PD: Yes. Accidentally got caught into that net. My own fault. Thanks for letting me out, though. I’ll be fine. (pause) So, while I’m here, you said you had some questions?
AA: Well, yes, if you want… Tell me about your best friend.
PD: Oh, yes, Caspian. (PD blows a jet of water throw blow hole.) He’s great. You know, what with being a merman, you’d think he might be more arrogant. Some mermen are, and I was a little worried when I was a calf, because I didn’t know what merman I’d be assigned to. Of course, that turned out to be stupid. He’s really kind and sweet, and he loves the ocean a lot. We’re very close.
AA: He sounds nice. So you watch out for him?
PD: Yes. Every merman has a dolphin companion. We’re always a perfect match, and I knew from the moment I met Caspian that it would be my duty to help him.
AA: Why do I have the feeling you don’t mean that in a casual way?
PD: Probably because you’re a clever authoress. (His voice turns sad, and he seems to be frowning despite the perpetual smile on his face.) It’s true. Caspian has a lot of responsibilities. He’s always been a romantic soul, and he wanted to find true love, and instead, he was stuck with trying to force a relationship with a human he didn’t know. To top it off, he had to give up his tail!
AA: That sounds awful.
PD: It is. I mean, Caspian’s tail is really a thing of beauty, but it’s not just that. It’s a part of him. He shouldn’t have to change for someone he loves.
AA: So he did meet someone, I take it?
PD: Sort of. He met a human, but… It’s complicated. Humans are stubborn. I worry about Caspian sometimes, worry that he’ll do something stupid. His great-aunt died because of a human. I don’t want the story to repeat itself.
AA: I’m sure it won’t.
PD perks up visibly: You’re probably right. If there’s anyone who can bridge the gap between humans and mermans, it’s Caspian. And Stefan isn’t so bad either.
AA: Stefan is Caspian’s human?
PD: Yes. He’s an oceanographer, so he’s very respectful of our ways, and he’s respectful of Caspian too. I mean, he’s not handsy with Caspian’s tail like other humans I know. The only problem is that I don’t think he understands exactly how he feels.
AA: They’ll find a way. If they love each other, they’ll find a way.
PD: Truer words never spoken. And now, I’m sorry, but I really have to go.
AA: Thanks for answering my questions, Phil. It isn’t every day that a dolphin speaks to me.
PD whistles and clicks in a final greeting, then swims away. In the distance, a green tail disappears into the water.
May 7, 2014
I just peeked at GoodReads, and my fantasy novel that released last month, Shamrock Green, has *2* five star reviews posted.
Pardon me while I do my Happy Dance
May 7, 2014
This installment of the novella series focuses on Rourke, delving deeply into his past and the tribal life / politics.
Evan also makes a huge discovery…the ozone depletion isn’t the only major change to the world.
How many of you have read the first novella, Duanta Beads?