March 21, 2014
Frankie & Al by Sue Brown
Dumped by his boyfriend, Frankie goes out and ends up being saved by a man with green eyes. When it happens again, Frankie won’t let him go.
Dumped by his boyfriend, Frankie Mason goes out with the girls, gets totally trashed, and ends his night by falling in front of a taxi. He’s rescued by a man with beautiful green eyes who takes care of him until he’s put into an ambulance. Frankie curses himself as he realizes he doesn’t have the man’s phone number. Still in pain a few days later, he is dragged out to a club only to be saved by Green Eyes once more. This time, he isn’t letting the man go.
Unfortunately Frankie has to attend a team-building exercise, nicknamed Womb Weekend, organized by his company. Al is working so he doesn’t mind, until he discovers who the team leader is. Al has a lot of explaining to do!
Length: Novella (158p.) | Genre: Contemporary, Humor | Release Date: March 21, 2014
Buy as eBook ($3.99 ISBN: 978-1-62798-658-8)
Spencer by J.P. Barnaby
When Aaron’s attackers are caught, he must relive his trauma without Spencer by his side. Spencer will have to risk it all for Aaron’s love.
It’s been nearly five years since Aaron woke up in the hospital so broken, he couldn’t stand the sight of his own face. The flashbacks no longer dominate his life, but he’s still unable to find intimacy with his lover, Spencer Thomas. With time, patience, and the support of his family, his therapist, and his loving partner, Aaron has figured out how to live again. The problem is, Spencer hasn’t. His life has been on hold as he waits for the day he and Aaron can have a normal relationship. Hoping to move things forward for them both, he takes a job as a programmer in downtown Chicago, leaving Aaron alone.
Reeling in the wake of Spencer’s absence, Aaron receives another shock when his attackers are caught.
Now, he must testify and verbalize his worst nightmare. Publicly reliving his trauma without Spencer at his side destroys his precarious control. But he finds someone who can understand and empathize in Jordan, who watched his brother cut down in a school shooting. With Spencer gone and the DA knocking at his door, Aaron seeks solace in Jordan, and Spencer will have to risk everything to hold on to Aaron’s love.
Length: Novel (216p.) | Genre: Contemporary | Release Date: March 21, 2014
February 12, 2014
Our Dark Chocolate Truffles are stories that run deep. The characters hurt at times, but their partners are always there to comfort them in the end.
1. Finding Zach by Rowan Speedwell
2. Keeping Promise Rock by Amy Lane
3. Out of Hiding by Mia Kerick
4. Fall Down the Mountain by P.D. Singer
5. Brute by Kim Fielding
6. Billy’s Bones by Jamie Fessenden
7. Little Boy Lost series by J.P. Barnaby
8. When Love is Not Enough by Wade Kelly
9. Loving Lucas by Lisa Marie Davis
10. Sixteen Songs About Regret by J.S. Cook
What about you? What are your favorite dark chocolate truffles?
June 24, 2013
And So It Begins by R.G. Green
Unexpected intimacy with Derek makes Kherin realize that his feelings go deeper than the friendship they have shared. And So It Begins by R.G. Green, available from Dreamspinner Press.
For hundreds of years, the kingdom of Llarien has maintained a defense against the barbarians. Now, activity at the border draws attention from Kherin Rhylle, the less-favored younger son of the king. Kherin suspects a deeper purpose behind the attacks, but his father refuses to grant permission to travel to the border, despite Kherin’s obligated tenure as a Defender. Not even unprecedented deaths or the serious injury of Kherin’s brother, the crown prince, can change the king’s mind.
Then Derek Resh, kingdom trader and Kherin’s closest friend, convinces the king to allow Kherin to travel with him, and an unexpected journey to the border proves the threat real—while an unexpected intimacy with Derek makes Kherin realize that his feelings go deeper than the friendship they have shared for most of his life. But even that turns devastating, as Derek won’t pursue anything more intimate when the king’s disapproval is certain.
Grasping at straws, Kherin is caught between a danger he doesn’t understand and the desire for a deeper relationship he can’t have. And then there’s the magic that threatens to return after being banished hundreds of years ago….
Little Boy Lost Series by J.P. Barnaby: Second Edition
New covers but the same amazing content. Grab all the books from J.P. Barnaby’s Little Boy Lost Series at 40% off all through June.
All the books in the series: Little Boy Lost Series
May 31, 2013
Josh cried out as Brandon slammed into him, the condom just barely visible through the camera while I adjusted the focus. Kenny, a recent addition to the ever growing Raging Hearts family, had a knack for capturing the guys’ expressions so he ran the second camera. We’d splice everything together during editing, clean up the audio, and showcase it on the site in a few months. No muss, no fuss. I liked Brandon and Josh—they liked to strip, fuck, and get paid. I didn’t have to deal with any shit from them and that’s exactly why I scheduled them together for today. Today was special and I didn’t need a fucking twelve hour shoot with pills, injections, a diva top, or a whiny bottom.
“Yeah, like that,” Josh half-whispered to Brandon, barely registering with the camera microphones. It was a statement just for Brandon telling him how to get Josh off so we could finish the scene with a spectacular money shot. Brandon pushed Josh’s legs just a little higher and spread them for the camera as his scene partner jerked his own cock in a steady rhythm. I’d already told them to wrap it up, so Josh paid particular attention to the head, knowing from years of experience exactly what he had to do in order to get himself there as Brandon nailed his ass.
I drew the shot back, focusing on the way Brandon’s hips undulated in quick but smooth thrusts and his muscled ass flexed. Josh began to moan, his back arching, and Kenny changed his angle so he could capture both Josh’s face and the come shot. I focused on Josh’s hand as it jerked his dick and the incessant pounding of Brandon’s cock in his ass.
“I’m gonna come,” Josh gasped for the benefit of the camera and their operators. Brandon moved faster, closing in on his climax. The come shot from the top is almost incidental; it’s the bottom’s come shot the guys jerking off are waiting for. They want to hear it, see it, and feel it themselves as they race the bottom to the finish line.
Speaking of the finish line…
Josh’s head fell back onto the bed and his cock erupted. White streams of semen shot over his abs and managed to reach his chest. It was always such a contest with these guys—who could shoot farther, as if they had any fucking control over it. The mics picked up his low, strained moans, the grunts of pleasure as he coated his skin. I caught Brandon’s attention and asked him silently how close; he simply nodded. Thank fuck for that. I didn’t want to wait another hour for him to get himself off. We’d have to stop, get Josh to clean himself up, apply silicone lube so it looked like fresh jizz, and wait. Luckily for me, Brandon could get off with a stiff breeze so we didn’t have to stop.
If Brandon weren’t straight, Josh might have reached down and stroked his balls to help him off, but we all knew to just let him go. The big blond would close his eyes, think about his pretty little wife, and round out the scene. Within ten minutes, he’d added his own spunk on Josh’s abs.
“Great job guys,” I said once the cameras stopped filming and the boys were climbing off the bed. “I’m going to toss in a bonus because you didn’t give me any crap and got me out early today. I really appreciate that.” Brandon threw on a pair of loose shorts over his softening cock and shrugged.
“Dude, I’m married. I get it. Besides, we were at your wedding,” he said, tossing a glance at Josh, who nodded. Brandon pulled a faded T-shirt over his head and asked, “How’s Jamie doing? He never really comes by the studio anymore.”
“The publisher had some changes they wanted him to make on his new book, and he’s been working his ass off to make their ridiculous deadline.” I averted my eyes, packing up the camera so they couldn’t see the disappointment in them. It was our very first anniversary and I hadn’t even heard from Jamie. He’d been gone when I got up, probably off to Starbucks to work on his edits because he couldn’t concentrate at home. We’d been missing each other the last couple of weeks, passing like ships in the night because we were both inundated with work.
After paying Brandon and Josh, I checked my phone and saw the text I’d sent Jamie was still unanswered—even unopened. My heart sank. Rather than going straight home like I’d planned and setting up a candlelight dinner Jamie might not even show up for, I grabbed the memory card out of the camera and started checking the prelims. It was only out of sheer desperate hope that I went upstairs and douched before leaving the studio.
It was just past dusk when I arrived home to our house, dark save for the glow of the lighted porch.
Jamie still wasn’t driving. Though his seizures were mostly controlled by medication, his doctor hadn’t signed off for the state of California to let him behind the wheel. Starbucks was about ten minutes away anyway, so if I didn’t drop him on my way in to the studio, he would walk. The porch light glowed as I tried the door to find it locked. My heart clenched. He’d forgotten our anniversary.
Pushing open the door, I shoved the hurt down deep. I’d promised myself when we got married that I wouldn’t doubt our relationship. Jamie loved me, without question. I couldn’t even blame the book because I knew he’d worked so hard on it. The story of two gay boys who had been fucked by the Sunshine Center just like he had. It was important to him. I hated how selfish I’d become.
When I saw the living room, I stopped dead in the doorway. The furniture had been pushed out of the way, and an inflatable mattress, maybe even the mattress, lay dormant in the middle of the room. A small camping lantern, like we’d had in the tree house, sat on one of the side tables next to it. I’d just taken in the scene and what it meant when Jamie came into the room. His blond unruly hair, which I’d begged him to keep long, was wet from a shower. He stepped directly in front of me, cradled my face in his hands, and kissed me so tenderly I could have wept.
I moaned into his mouth and prayed he didn’t have dinner ready.
“I want to make love to you,” he whispered against my ear after breaking the kiss, “thoroughly, slowly, just like that very first time.” I nodded even as my arms wound around his neck. God yes. Pressing my body closer, I tried to kiss him again, but he murmured against my lips. “Then, I’ll feed you and take you up to our bed.” I nodded again, and he took a step back, pulling me toward the inflatable mattress.
“Is this—?” I started to ask before I lost my balance and dropped onto the mattress without a modicum of grace. He chuckled as he pulled the polo shirt over his head and bared his chest. Any other questions I might have had fled my mind at the sight of his bare skin. I saw it almost daily, but here in the soft light of his makeshift version of the tree house, a replica of the place where we lost our innocence to each other, it was like seeing him for the first time.
“Is this the mattress?” he asked, finishing my question as he unbuttoned his jeans. I pulled my own T-shirt off as I sat up. “Yeah, baby, it is. I got everything from my dad’s over the weekend and hid it in the garage. Even the fan and the radio came from our tree house.” He tilted his head to indicate another table I’d missed where the old radio and fan sat quietly in the background.
“I love you so much.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him down on top of me. It didn’t matter that his jeans scraped against my skin; I just wanted to feel him, to hold him. He was my whole fucking world and everything in it. My head pushed back against the pillow with the force of his kiss. In it were his love and need for me I felt with every meeting of our eager mouths. He whispered my name between our lips and I threaded my fingers through the silky strands of his blond hair. My heart pounded in my chest, just as it had our very first time together. The only thing missing was the sound and smell of rain.
“You are my soul,” he murmured against my jaw. My head fell back as his lips found the pulse point on my neck, kissing it and sucking with almost no force, just enough to make me ache for him. I loved the way his body fit perfectly against mine when I wrapped my legs around his waist and arched up into him. He wasn’t all the way hard yet, but the friction of our bodies was getting us both there faster than I ever thought possible.
His absence from my life still haunted my nightmares, but in moments like this, where I could feel him and smell him and touch him, I could keep the fear locked away. I focused on the way his lips closed over my nipple and a wild, desperate craving to have him inside me exploded through my body. The only sounds in the room were his slow sweet kisses on my skin and our harsh, needy breaths. With surprising speed, Jamie popped the buttons on my jeans, even as his mouth slid down my abs with a peppering of tiny whispered kisses. When he reached the top of my briefs, I couldn’t stop the strangled cry or the way my hips thrust up to meet his touch.
Jamie tugged hard at the denim, jerking the jeans down my legs and then off over my feet. The briefs came with them, and I don’t know or care where any of it landed. I cared only that I lay naked before my beautiful Jamie. He nuzzled his face against my hip bone, his hair tickling my abs as I ran my fingers through it. I loved the tenderness between us.
Then my cock was in his mouth and all other thoughts left me.
“God, baby,” I moaned even as my fingers tightened in his hair. My breath caught in my throat when he took me deep and I barely registered him pulling his own cock out of his jeans to stroke it while he sucked me. Jamie sucked hard, pulling at the head with his lips. After a minute, he stripped off his pants and briefs so we were both naked and wanting.
“Move up higher,” Jamie said after letting go of my dick with a pop of his lips. My legs felt like jelly, but I crab-walked backward a foot or so up on the mattress. Jamie moved right with me, pushing one of my legs up so he could continue to explore me with his mouth. Moving lower past my cock, he massaged my balls with his tongue. First one, taking it deep into his mouth as I held my knee to my chest to give him room, and then the other, while stroking my spit-covered dick with his fist.
It felt so good, I wanted to beg him to fuck me right then, but it was obvious he wanted to take his time. When he held my other knee up and out, spreading me to him, and slid his tongue into my ass, I cried out, fisting the back of his hair. Fuck, we hadn’t done that the first time we made love. I whimpered as his thumbs held me open. It felt like he was digging the last of the ice cream out of the carton. Jesus. He didn’t miss even the smallest bit of skin. My cock ached, I was so hard.
I wanted to suck him too, but he’d already grabbed a bottle of lube hidden beneath one of the pillows. The overwhelming need to feel him inside me won out over the desire to watch him writhe on the bed with his dick in my mouth. I kept my knee to my chest so he could coat my hole with lube. Jamie was always careful with me. It didn’t matter to him I used to fuck guys for a living; he continued to be gentle and loving because that was Jamie.
He straightened my leg and kissed the inside of my knee as it rested over his shoulder. The back of my thigh strained when he leaned forward to kiss me. The scruff on Jamie’s face scraped my palm as I cupped his cheek, and my heart swelled with love for him. For a moment, it filled me so completely I couldn’t breathe. I could almost hear the rain beating on the tree house roof. I could almost see the boy that Jamie had been, sweet and scared as he hovered above me that very first time. As he slid into me, however, the fear and the pain I’d felt back then were absent. It was just Jamie and me, making love like we’d done hundreds of times before.
I felt him moan “Brian” against my lips when he slid home, his hips barely touching my ass with short, gentle thrusts. My fingers wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled his head down so I could capture his lips. We panted into each other’s mouths until he dropped his forehead to my shoulder and drove his cock into me in earnest. I loved the way he stretched me, making me feel every inch of him as he made me his all over again. I would always be his. Always.
Nothing, not even sound, could have wedged between us as we made love, as close as two people could ever be. God, I needed him more than air. He was like sunshine on my soul. As I turned my face slightly toward him, I buried my nose in his hair. The sweet smell of sweat and coconut made my cock throb against his stomach. I longed to reach down and stroke my dick, but if I did, it would end, and I never wanted Jamie to stop.
After what felt like no time at all, he whispered to me, begging softly for me to touch myself because he couldn’t hold back much longer. The intensity of the emotions between us coupled with our amazing, dynamic attraction for each other made everything so sharp, so focused, like a single point of light that radiated through every part of our lives. We could lie together in bed, spending hours on end without words.
My hand slid, almost unconsciously, between us, and I rubbed my swollen cock. Jamie stopped for just a moment to grab the lube and drizzle a bit onto my fingers. Then I laughed as he slapped the cap against his thigh and flung the bottle over his shoulder. With my left arm wrapped around his shoulders, I used my right hand to get myself closer to the point where we could come together. We liked to do that sometimes, one of us slowing down to let the other catch up so that we could find nirvana in each other’s arms.
His labored breathing in my ear told me I needed to go faster if I wanted to keep pace, so I twisted my fist over the head with each fast stroke. Jamie let my leg slip from his shoulder but pulled my other leg higher. The change in position, the incredible vulnerability of being spread wide for him, drove me so much closer. When his dick glanced off my hot spot, I whimpered in his ear and he did it again. And again. And again.
“Jamie,” I murmured into his hair, tightening my hold around him as my muscles began to tighten. He answered with his own harsh groan and drove deep as his orgasm exploded into me. Crying out, I focused every bit of my energy on the way my groin tingled and my balls tightened against my body. He didn’t slow, trying to get me there, and after a long minute, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and shot my load between us.
“Yeah, baby,” he moaned against my lips as his forehead pressed against mine. He held me as our bodies shook and my cock continued to press against his stomach, tracing lines in the cooling semen on our skin. When he pulled back, I don’t think I’d ever seen such a look of tenderness on his face.
“All those years ago, I prayed that we would be here one day,” he said, one hand cradling my cheek and love shining in his eyes. “I never dared to hope, especially after they took me away from you, but I prayed. Our marriage is the answer to that prayer, Brian. I may not believe in my mother’s kind of God, but I do think he exists, if for no other reason than that he sent me my very own angel.”
A single tear ran down my cheek at his words, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him with long, slow deliberation.
“I love you, Jamie. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. While I’m not sure I believe in God, I have to wonder because I prayed too. I begged him to keep you safe until I could find you.”
“Happy anniversary, baby. It’s you and me—forever.”
Read more about Brian and Jamie in the Little Boy Lost series.
October 8, 2012
Still struggling to recover from his past, Aaron fights for even the appearance of normalcy. Aaron by J.P. Barnaby, available from Dreamspinner Press.
I can’t describe what it’s like to want to scream every minute of every day.
Two years after a terrifying night of pain destroyed his normal teenage existence, Aaron Downing still clings to the hope that one day, he will be a fully functional human being. But his life remains a constant string of nightmares, flashbacks, and fear. When, in his very first semester of college, he’s assigned Spencer Thomas as a partner for his programming project, Aaron decides that maybe “normal” is overrated. If he could just learn to control his fear, that could be enough for him to find his footing again.
With his parents’ talk of institutionalizing him—of sacrificing him for the sake of his brothers’ stability—Aaron becomes desperate to find a way to cope with his psychological damage or even fake normalcy. Can his new shrink control his own demons long enough to treat Aaron, or will he only deepen the damage?
Desperate to understand his attraction for Spencer, Aaron holds on to his sanity with both hands as it threatens to spin out of control.
October 4, 2012
Dreamspinner Press celebrates Halloween in style!
During the month of October, we will be offering the following special discounts.
October 12-14: All Yaoi eBooks and eBooks by our authors who are attending YaoiCon in Los Angeles will be 25% off.
October 15 – 18: The 2008 Advent set will be available for 44.99 through October 31. It will go out of print on November 1, so don’t miss your last chance to get it! All Christmas eBooks will also be 25% off.
October 19-21: All eBooks by authors attending GayRomLit will be 25% off.
Abigail Roux, Aleksandr Voinov, Allison Cassatta, Amy Lane, Ana Bosch, Andrew Gray, Anel Viz, Anne Tenino, Ariel Tachna, Belinda McBride, Brita Addams, Charlie Cochet, Christopher Koehler, Clancy Nacht, Clare London, Damon Suede, Devon Rhodes, Eden Winter, Edmond Manning, Ellis Carrington, EM Lynley, Eric Arvin, Ethan Stone, Felicitas Ivey, Hayley B. James, Heidi Cullinan, Isabelle Rowan, Jacob Z. Flores, Jamie Fessenden, Jana Downs, Jeff Erno, Jackson Cordd, Jonathan Treadway, J.P. Barnaby, Karenna Colcroft, Kate McMurray, KC Burn, Kiernan Kelly, Kim Fielding, Lara Brukz, Lissa Kasey, Lori Toland, Lorraine Ulrich, Marguerite Labbe, Marie Sexton, Michael Murphy, MJ O’Shea, PD Singer, Piper Vaughn, Poppy Dennison, Rhys Ford, Rick R. Reed, Rowan Speedwell, S.A. Garcia, Scotty Cade, Shae Connor, Shira Anthony, SJD Peterson, Sue Brown, T.A. Webb, T.C. Blue, Thursday Euclid, Trina Lane, Venona Keyes, Xara X. Xanakas, Zahra Owens.
October 3, 2012
Please join J. P. Barnaby on a whirlwind book tour celebrating the release of Aaron, the story of a teenage boy, physically and psychologically traumatized, who finds every last vestige of strength he has to get his life back.
Date: October 2 – October 8
|10/2/12||Joyfully Jay||An Interview with Aaron Cover Artist AngstyG|
|10/3/12||Pants Off Reviews||Writing PTSD|
|10/4/12||My Overstuffed Bookshelf||Writing a Deaf Character|
|10/5/12||Amara’s Place||The Value of Emotionally Charged Characters|
|10/6/12||Leontine’s Book Realm||An Intimate Interview with Aaron Downing|
|10/7/12||Fiction Vixen Book Reviews||In the Weekend Spotlight: Aaron|
|10/8/12||Dreamspinner Press Blog||A Look at Cover Model: Jake Bass|
Three signed copies of Aaron are up for grabs – make sure to enter the Goodreads giveaway by October 15th:http://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/33044-aaron
For more information, please visit the tour schedule.
For more information about Aaron, please visit Dreamspinner Press.
J. P. Barnaby
Because love is never easy.
July 10, 2012
Tomorrow night, Wednesday, July 11, 2012, J.P. Barnaby and Ariel Tachna will be at Shindig for a live, interactive video chat. To register for the event, go to EventBrite. We look forward to seeing everyone there!
July 2, 2012
Brian and Jamie’s epic journey comes to a close in this thrilling conclusion to the Little Boy Lost series. Little Boy Lost: Sacrificed by J.P. Barnaby, available from Dreamspinner Press.
Little Boy Lost, Book Six
Reunited with his father but missing the one man he loves more than any other, Jamie Mayfield attempts to put his life back together amid rehab, seizures, and the gutting loneliness of Brian’s rejection. As he tries to cope, Jamie finds that relying on his friends isn’t nearly as difficult as he’d imagined, and soon he can once again stand on his own two feet.
While recovering from his addiction, Jamie starts a new phase of his life at college, working to become the man Brian needs him to be. Only one question remains: Can Jamie earn Brian’s forgiveness and win back his trust, or will their love be sacrificed at the altar of Jamie’s demons?
Brian and Jamie’s epic journey comes to a close in this thrilling conclusion to the Little Boy Lost series.
Series: Little Boy Lost by J.P. Barnaby
To celebrate the release of the last installment of the Little Boy Lost series, Dreamspinner Press will be offering Book 1: Enlightened as a FREE DOWNLOAD and books 2-5 at 20% OFF from July 2nd to the 9th.
July 2, 2012
You’ve waited a very long time, and now it’s finally here. The last Little Boy Lost book in the epic six book series will be released on July 2, 2012. To celebrate, I’m going on a 30 day blog tour talking about Brian and Jamie, Micah and Alex, meeting porn stars, and writing. I’ll be doing interviews, and conducting interviews with some of your favorite characters. It’s going to be a whirlwind adventure. Like any good adventure, you’ll have the chance to win some amazing prizes at the end:
Grand Prize: Little Boy Lost swag bag includes: cover art field bag, T-Shirt, Water Bottle, journal, and a set of all 6 paperback Little Boy Lost books signed by the author.
First Prize: A set of all 6 Little Boy Lost paperbacks signed by the author.
Second Prize: A set of all 6 Little Boy Lost eBooks
Third Prize: Papi and Mastering the Ride in eBook Format
Contest open to US shipment only. Must be 18 or older to enter. Increase your chances of winning by commenting on each stop on the tour and by tweeting about the tour. Make sure to include @JPBarnaby and #LittleBoyLost in your tweets to secure your entry.
|BLOG TOUR SCHEDULE|
|Date||Tour Stop||Daily Subject|
|06/25/2012||Leontine’s Book Realm||Developing the Little Boy Lost Characters|
|06/26/2012||Tam Reads||Meeting Porn Stars – The Grabbys: Day One|
|06/27/2012||Babes in Boyland||Writing About the Gay Porn Industry|
|06/28/2012||Cup of Porn||Writing for Anteros Media|
|06/29/2012||Fallen Angel Reviews||An Interview with J. P. Barnaby|
|06/30/2012||Christopher Koehler||Building a Series Lexicon|
|07/01/2012||Books & Porn||Up on Stage – The Grabbys: Day Two|
|07/02/2012||Dreamspinner Press||A RELEASE DAY Video Interview with J. P. Barnaby|
|07/03/2012||Rowan Speedwell||A Video Interview with Micah|
|07/04/2012||Pants Off Reviews||Hanging out with Porn Stars – The Grabbys: Day Three|
|07/05/2012||The Gay Daily||The Story of one LOGP at the Grabbys|
|07/06/2012||Overstuffed Bookshelf||Black Party Expo: Meeting CockyBoys|
|07/08/2012||Shae Connor||My Writing Process|
|07/09/2012||Bobby Drake||Real Life Lost Boys|
|07/10/2012||Chicks N Dicks||Domestic Abuse in Gay Relationships|
|07/11/2012||Devon Hunter||An Interview with Jamie Mayfield|
|07/12/2012||Amara’s Place||An Interview with J. P. Barnaby|
|07/13/2012||Joyfully Jay||An Interview with Micah and Alex|
|07/14/2012||Fiction Vixen||A Very Special Giveaway|
|07/15/2012||Nerd Jizz||Excerpt from Little Boy Lost Sacrificed|
|07/16/2012||Eden Winters||Coordinating A Book Tour|
|07/17/2012||Well Read||Coordinating a Pre-reading Team|
|07/18/2012||Bear on Books||Tips for New Authors in the M/M Genre|
|07/19/2012||Top 2 Bottom Reviews||Writing a Continuous Series|
|07/20/2012||TwiSlash Unveiled||Transitioning from Fanfiction to Traditional Publication|
|07/21/2012||Lori Toland||Writing the BDSM Lifestyle|
|07/22/2012||Dawn’s Reading Nook||Creating Porn Star Covers|
|07/23/2012||Guys Like Romance Too||Creating Characters Readers Can Connect With|
|07/24/2012||SJD Peterson||A Summer Fling with Master Ethan|