September 25, 2014
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The winner are:
2. Andrea M.
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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 24, 2014
The contest is over! Thank you so much for all of your entries! It is time to announce a winner.
Drum roll, please!
The winner of the free e-copy of “Death Gets a Boyfriend” is:
-Susan, please send me an e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org and I will get you all set up with your book.
And that’s it! Thank you to everyone who entered and who chatted with me today! But the fun doesn’t stop here. I am taking over the DSP Twitter account at 8 PM EST so you can stop over and talk more “Death Gets a Boyfriend”. There will even been a second giveaway for those of you who didn’t win this time around.
And don’t forget if you can’t join the Twitter party, you can always talk to me using the links below. I love talking with readers so don’t be shy.
Amazon Author Page-Sophie Bonaste
Dreamspinner Press-Sophie Bonaste
Harmony Ink Press-Sophie Bonaste
And of course, you can pick your very own copy of “Death Gets a Boyfriend” right here!
Thank you so much again everyone and Happy Reading!
September 24, 2014
Do you hear the “Jeopardy” music playing yet? No? Maybe it’s just me who is waiting for all of your responses for the giveaway. If you missed the last post, I have a giveaway going on until 7 PM EST. Just scroll down to find the post and enter!
But mentioning the Jeopardy music gave me an idea. While you are all thinking about your answers, why don’t I give you a list of some of the songs I listened to while writing “Death Gets a Boyfriend”? That way if you need some inspiration, you can listen to what I did. Happy Listening!
- Counting Stars-One Republic
- Demons-Imagine Dragons
- Let It Go-Idina Menzel (This song was impossible not to listen to when I wrote this, thanks to Frozen. Good song though.)
- Timber-Pitbull feat. Ke$ha
- Everlasting Love-Robert Knight (Always a good song to listen to during the mushy scenes.)
- I Will Survive-Gloria Gaynor (No pun intended.)
- Bad Day-Daniel Powter (I imagine Death has a lot of these!)
- When We Die-Bowling for Soup (This is a great song to listen to when you are writing about death. It talks about living life and making decisions now since you can’t when you are dead.)
Okay, so there are some of the songs I used when I wrote this. Hopefully, you will be able to use this as you think of your answers for the giveaway question. Remember you only have until 7 PM EST to enter! Good luck!
September 24, 2014
Inevitably, in the process of talking about Death, the conversation always ends up talking about depressing things like death, funerals and all sorts of other related things. But what about your legacy? That isn’t talked about as much and it might be the most important thing of all. (Plus, it isn’t as depressing.) What do you want to leave behind after you are gone?
For me personally, there are so many things that I want to leave behind. Thankfully, being a published author helps in some regard. Once you hold your first book in your hands, you know that you are leaving something behind. In a way, I will live on through the people that read my books. A little creepy, but it is true.
Outside of that, I suppose I wish for the normal things that make up a person’s legacy. A family of my own with children that I can teach and pass things on to. I believe it is so important to pass on the little things that make you special. What kind of clothes did you like? What about hobbies? What is your opinion about stupid jokes? Those little things are what make you special in a world of humans.
Now I admit I have given a standard answer here, but that doesn’t mean I am going to let all of you cop out like that. What kind of legacy do you want to leave behind? Leave your answer in the comments below and the best answer will win a free e-copy of “Death Gets a Boyfriend”. Remember, creativity counts! And because the novella is a comedy, your answers can be funy as long as they are truthful. You have until 7 PM EST to answer! Good luck!!
September 24, 2014
Acting Out by Scotty Cade
Hamish teaches a reluctant Eli everything he can about being a gay military porn site star. They quickly become friends and then more.
After one very long tour of duty in Afghanistan and an honorable discharge from the USMC, Elijah Preston comes home to nothing. He barely scrapes up enough money for a cheap motel in Quantico, Virginia, with no money-making opportunities in sight. A chance encounter in a local Walmart finally gives Eli hope for employment. Elijah is ready to sign on with Royce Mackey’s proposition… until he hears what’s required. Royce operates a gay military porn site and wants Eli as his next star, never mind that Eli isn’t gay. Desperate and broke, Eli grudgingly accepts Royce’s offer and soon finds himself immersed in a strange new world.
Hamish Turner’s been there before. Taking Eli under his wing, he teaches him everything he can about Royce’s operation. The two quickly become friends, easing the way for their first scene together. Awkward at first, they both ease into it and find there is more of a connection between them than either expected. Curious to see where their mutual attraction takes them, they begin a relationship off-screen. But life gets complicated when a crazed fan of Hamish’s starts sending threatening letters demanding the scenes between the two men stop. Or else….
Length: Novel (200p.) | Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance | Release Date: September 24, 2014
Death Gets a Boyfriend by Sophie Bonaste
Death is in a lonely business. Until he meets Tommy. He must make a choice: billions of souls or the one that makes being immortal worth it.
Death is in a lonely business. Since the beginning of time he’s been reaping souls then returning home to his little condo in the sky. It’s not a bad job. There are perks. But Death would kill to meet his soul mate, no pun intended.
Tommy Neilson is the next human slated for death. But when he can see Death, Tommy turns his whole world upside down. Curious, Death seeks Tommy out. The chemistry between the two is immediate and soon an unlikely romance starts to form. While Death may not be lonely anymore, he isn’t allowed to interact with humans. Consequently, he must make a choice: billions of souls or the one that makes being immortal worth it.
Length: Novella (139p.) | Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, Angels/Demons
Release Date: September 24, 2014
Buy as eBook ($4.99 ISBN: 978-1-63216-154-3)
Finding Forgiveness by Ari McKay
Torn between Matt and his desire to be “normal,” Gil is faced with a choice—appeasing his father or becoming the man Matt knows he can be.
Boston in 1888 is quite urbane, but unfortunately for Gil Porter, that isn’t the same thing as being understanding. When his sexuality is exposed by the scandalous suicide of his lover, Gil is exiled to the small town of Mercy, Texas, by his domineering father, George, who believes life on Vernon Porter’s ranch will cure Gil of his “unnatural” desires. Grieving and ashamed, Gil is determined to keep his distance from everyone until he can return home. To his surprise, he finds acceptance at Bent Oak Ranch, especially from Matt Grayson, the handsome son of the ranch foreman. Knowing he must fight his attraction to Matt, Gil courts a local girl, but an unexpected encounter with Matt leads to his discovery of Matt’s feelings for him. Torn between Matt and his desire to be “normal,” between returning to his old life and building a new one in Texas, Gil is faced with a choice—appeasing his father or becoming the man Matt knows he can be.
Length: Novella (200p.) | Genre: Historical Americas, Western | Release Date: September 24, 2014
Buy as eBook ($5.99 ISBN: 978-1-63216-153-6)
September 24, 2014
So let’s talk about choices. As you might remember from the blurb, Death will have to make a horrible choice in the book. And you know that if the author who dreamed it up is saying that, it is going to be really bad. So what is the choice? Well, I’m not telling you. For that you will just have to read the book.
But let’s put that aside for a minute. We have to make choices every single day. What are we going to wear or eat? Who are we going to hang out with? Am I going to go to work or quit and become a lazy slug? And the list goes on and on.
Now some of them are obviously easier than others. Deciding what you are going to eat for breakfast is a much easier decision than deciding to buy a house. But the choice is still there.
Now what if the choice that you have to puts the life (or lives) of the people you love in danger? It’s a horrible thought and one I hope no one has to live through. But what if it did? What would you do? Death is forced to make a decision that would save millions of humans but at the cost of Tommy. If you were Death, what would you do? Who would you save? Let me know in the comments!