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Thursday, October 25, 2012

Three's Company Give-Away



To celebrate the release of Three's Company, I'll be giving away a copy to one lucky reader! 

Being menage themed, and given all good things come in three, I think it's only fair I have a post about the number trios!  

So, because it's three days until release day, I want my readers to answer the following question:

What's your fantasy/dream Menage you'd like to be a fly on the wall to watch?

Post your answer in the comments below for your chance to win!

I'll be notifying the lucky winner and sending out Three's Company as soon as the book hits Silver's shelves on the 27th.  (I'm on Australian time, so give or take a few, k?)

Thanks to all my loyal readers who've stuck with me thus far. I hope you love Wil, Adam and Simon and enjoy their story.







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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

A real-life "throuple"



Here's an amazing article on life in a "real-life throuple" - Benny Morecock, of Cockyboys fame, and his two live-in boyfriends, Jason and Adrian*. (link below)

It tells of how an existing couple met and introduced a third man into their nine-year relationship, not too unlike how my characters Simon and Adam accepted newcommer Wil into their lives.

I almost wish this article had been released while I was writing Three's Company, but unfortunately it was only released in nymag.com after I'd subbed it.  Not that it would have changed the story in any way, but it would have reinforced in my mind that what my three boys were going through was not only possible, but very real.

This article tells how these three men live together, and how the dynamics work, from how needs are met to sleeping arrangements.

It's a no holds barred look into a "throuple" as they call it, or a loving, polygamous relationship.



Photo: Daniel Restrepo


I know there's a stigma attached to poly relationships, but I thought this article was really appropriate for my story, Three's Company.  I would love for you to check out this amazing look into an amazing kind of love, by clicking on the link below.


He & He & He by Molly Young


*Adrian is not his real name

Thanks to Dani for showing me this article :)

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

NaNo is on!!




I'm doing Nano!!!

I don't exactly have the time, and I fear failing miserably - and publically - but I'm doing it anyway.

I figured I'd be writing all of November regardless, and thought I may as well tackle Nano.

My intention is to write, and hopefully complete, Point of No Return II.  Keep your fingers crossed I can get Matt and Kira's story done :)




Friday, October 19, 2012

Three's Company Excerpt






Excerpt ~~~ 



On the third day, by late afternoon I found myself back at the bar. Sure, I'd chatted with other guys, but I kept coming back to my favorite bartender. I knew he was taken, but there was something about him that just drew me in. He joked and laughed, and even when some other guys tried to strike up conversation, I preferred to stay and talk to Adam.

"So what's your story?" he asked with a laugh as he handed me a beer. "You come to a gay hotel alone, you don't drink much, and when that guy tried to pick you up just now, you declined?"

I blinked at him. "Pick me up?" I looked back at the guy who'd just left the bar and sure enough, he was talking to someone else and seemed to be having better luck. "Oh. I hope I didn't offend him."

That only made Adam laugh louder and shake his head. "Oh, Wil, you are a doll."

Simon walked in behind the bar and grinned at Adam. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, hey," Adam greeted him warmly. "Wil here was just making me laugh."

Simon looked at me, then at Adam, and they seemed to have some silent exchange before Simon kissed him, then looked back at me and smiled. "So, Wil…" He trailed off.

I stared at them. I still wasn't used to seeing two men kiss in front of me. Sure, I'd seen porn. I'd seen movies, but it'd never happened right in front of me. "Um, yeah?"

Simon walked around to my side of the bar and sat on a stool at the end, a few feet from me. "Do you dance?"

"Do I what?"

Adam laughed, making me look at him. He nodded pointedly over my shoulder toward the open foyer where there were people dancing.

Couples, slow dancing.

Men.

Men slow dancing with other men. Oh, my God… I'd never seen anything like it. Not in front of me, not with my own two eyes.

I looked back at Adam, then Simon. The amazement must have been obvious on my face because they both grinned at me. "Uh, n-n-no," I stammered. "No, I don't dance."

"That's a shame," Adam said wistfully. I finished my beer. I kept looking over my shoulder to the dancing men. They were… mesmerizing.

Simon cleared his throat, making me look at him. "So," he said slowly, "what brought you to Key West?"

I sighed and Adam served me a fresh bottle of beer. I took a sip and a deep breath, and then I told them. I told them everything.

How my life in Dalton had gone to hell. My quiet, peaceful, boring, closeted life wasn't so closeted anymore.

How one comment was all it took to end everything. Well, one comment, inquisitive minds, and the grapevine that was Dalton. Quiet whispers spread like wildfire and the small town was having none of it.

I explained how I had been sitting at a table in the bar with the guys I always had a beer with after work when two guys I'd gone to high school with spotted me. They were drunk and even more obnoxious than they'd been ten years before. As they'd stumbled past our table, they'd seen me and laughed.

"Look, it's the kitchen fairy," one said and the other man corrected him, "You mean it's the kitchen fag."

I'd laughed them off as redneck losers who didn't have an IQ between them higher than their boot size, and the other guys kind of laughed too. But Rod didn't. He just sat there.

"Deputy to the Chief of Police, Rod Mackey, just fucking sat there."

"Who's Rod?" Adam asked.

"The guy I'd been seeing," I said quietly. "Secretly. For two years."

"Two years?" Simon asked. "And he didn't say anything?"

I shook my head. "We were all hush-hush. No one knew we were gay, let alone seeing each other."

Both Simon and Adam stared at me.

I sighed again. "So the man who should have said something just sat there. Even out of his uniform, it wouldn't have seemed out of place if he'd reprimanded those two assholes. In uniform, he should have reprimanded them." I took another pull of my beer. "But he couldn't. Or so he told me afterward. He called me later that night to tell me we were over. He couldn't risk it, he said. He told me if he'd made a scene with those two guys in the bar, it would have looked suspicious."

Adam's eyes narrowed, and Simon huffed. "What did the other guys at the table do?"

"John and Danny thought it was suspicious Rod didn't say something. They called him on it, asking if he'd gone soft, and he just sat there." I shook my head. "He didn't know where to look. He certainly didn't look at me."

"What happened after that?" Adam asked quietly.
"They just sat back and blinked a few times, looking at me. I tried to shrug it off, saying I'd always been pegged as different in high school because I'd never played football. I'm a chef. So fucking what?"

"You're a chef?" Simon asked.

I nodded." Yep."

Adam looked at me, concerned. "What did those guys do? Those John and Danny guys… did they hurt you?"

"What?" Hurt me? "No, nothing like that," I reassured him. "No, they just sat there, finished their beers and without so much as another word, they got up and left. I saw it in their eyes, that they'd put it together; I'd never had a girlfriend, never hooked up with girls…" I shook my head slowly as I remembered. "Then Rod sat there for a beat too long, snatched his coat off the back of his chair and followed them, while I sat there, wondering what the hell had just happened."

I finished my beer and told them, "The next day, when I'd gone to the store to collect my daily order of fresh produce, old Mr Bryant refused to serve 'my type'."

"Your type?" Simon repeated.

I nodded. "That would be gay."

"Oh my God," Simon whispered.

Adam handed me another beer—my third—and I took a drink. "To say I was shocked is an understatement, but then it went downhill as the day went on. We had people canceling reservations, and some just not show up." I barked out a laugh, though it was anything but funny. "One group who did have the courtesy to call and cancel told Callie—she's my best friend and second chef—it was because they didn't want to catch being gay from my food."

Of all the ridiculous, ludicrous, hurtful things.

"I'm really sorry," Adam said quietly.

I looked at the blond man. He had an expression of genuine regret on his face, as if it was something he understood. I gave him a sad smile. "It wasn't the names they called me that bothered me the most. It wasn't even the fact Rod dumped me. It was the fact my restaurant, my business, was leverage."

Simon stood up and walked behind the bar, kissed the side of Adam's head, whispered something in his ear, and Adam smiled.

Adam walked around to my side of the bar and grabbed my hand. "Come on," he said. And without giving me a chance to argue, he pulled me to my feet.

"What are you doing?"

Adam laughed. "You're going to dance."

"Here?" I asked incredulously. We were standing at the bar! I turned to look at the other men who were dancing, only to find them gone. "But no one else is dancing," I told him, and he looked at me and grinned.

"And no one else can see us," he said simply.

Realizing he wasn't going to let me get out of dancing, I spun around to look at Adam's boyfriend. "Um… Simon…"

Adam slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. "Simon doesn't mind, believe me."

He was an inch or two shorter than my six foot one height, but I could feel his chest against mine and his hands on my back, holding me to him. I could feel the heat of his body, I could smell him… and then Adam started to move his feet, just side to side in a swaying motion. I'd never danced with a man before, much less slow danced with a man while his boyfriend watched.

It was heady. I'd only had three beers but my head was swimming.

I could feel Simon's gaze on me and found myself looking back at him. It was obviously okay for Adam to dance with another man because Simon looked rather pleased. In fact, he looked a little smug.

When he walked over to us, I froze. But he stepped right up to us and kissed Adam soundly, and I gasped in shock. Holy hell, it was one thing to see a man kiss another man, but to see two men kiss when one of them had his arms around me… Jesus…

Simon walked away, and Adam tightened his embrace and whispered into my neck, "Is this okay?"
All I could do was nod.

"Does it feel good?"

My heart was hammering, and I nodded.

"Did what's-his-name ever make you feel good?"

I didn't bother correcting his name. Did Rod ever make me feel good? Did I come? Yes. But did he ever make me feel desired? Wanted? Well, no… no, he didn't.

I must have taken too long to answer because Adam stopped moving and pulled back to look at me. "Did he?"

I shook my head. "No. Not really."

Adam pulled me against him again and shook his head. "Now that's a terrible shame."

I noticed then that Simon was turning off lights, closing and locking doors, and when the music stopped, I figured the dance was over.

But Adam never stopped moving. In fact, he held me tighter.

I could feel his fingers dig into my skin, and I could feel his body against me. I could feel him, all of him. I had no doubt he could feel me, feel what he did to me, how hard I was. And when he snaked his hand down my back, over my ass and pulled our hips together, I knew he could feel how hard I was.

Then Simon was next to us. I should have been alarmed, but I wasn't. And when he put his arm on my lower back, I should have shied away, but I didn't.

I welcomed it.

And when Simon stepped behind me, slowly pressing against my back, I should have said stop. But I didn't.

I moaned.

Adam pulled back a little to look me in the eyes. He never spoke. He didn't have to. But he was silently asking me if this was okay, if I wanted him to stop. So I dug my fingers into his skin to hold him a little tighter as my answer. He smiled then trailed his lips over my neck, kissing over my jaw, and asked with a gruff whisper, "What do you want? What do you want to feel?"

The words were out before I could stop them. "I want to feel desired… wanted."

Simon's hands moved to my hips and his lips came close to my ear. "We can show you what that feels like."

As both men pressed against me, sandwiching me while Adam kissed my exposed neck, my head fell back onto Simon's shoulder. I uncurled my arm from around Adam's back to pull my room key from my pocket. I tried to find the words to tell them what I wanted, what I needed, but I was panting and could only say one word.

"Please."

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Three's Company will be released on 27th October with Silver Publishing. You can find it HERE!!




Monday, October 15, 2012

Guest Post - Kerry Freeman - Explaining Slash to the Unintiated


Explaining Slash to the Uninitiated - by Kerry Freeman



Yesterday I was at the local salon indulging in my one truly girly activity: getting a manicure. (I’m pretty sure people see me in my goofy t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers and wonder why in the world I have such awesome nails. I don’t know why. I just like it, okay?)

As I was paying my bill, some of the stylists and I were talking about my upcoming trip to Albuquerque for GayRomLit. One lady looked at me and asked, “How did you end up writing gay romance anyway?”

Ah, such a long story...

And I basically blamed it on slash. Of course, most people don’t know what the hell I’m talking about when I say that (but I know y’all do). So I explained it this way:

“Fan fiction is taking the characters from someone else’s book or movie or TV show and writing your own story about them.”

She nodded. She understood that.

“And slash is taking two (usually heterosexual) characters and writing stories about them as a gay couple.”

She tilted her head and squinted at me. I’d lost her.

“For example, people write stories about Kirk and Spock in Star Trek. I happen to like stories about Edward and Jacob in Twilight and Harry and Draco in Harry Potter.”

Still squinting, she asked if I ever wrote anything else.

It’s hard to explain about the voices in your head without sounding like a nutjob, but I did it anyway. “I used to, but most of the voices in my head are men. I write men better than women.”

Yep, there it was: the “oh God, I’m talking to a psycho” look. This is usually the point in the conversation when people say, “Oh, how nice,” and begin to back away from me slowly.

My husband says that maybe I should not be so forthcoming with people I barely know. He hates to imagine that anyone would think his blushing bride is not all there mentally.

Awww. Isn’t that sweet? He doesn’t realize that everyone probably thinks that already ;)

Still, while some people are put off by the entire concept of slash, many more are intrigued to discover that someone somewhere also thinks that Iron Man and Captain America have more than a bromance going. Me, I’m all about Captain Jack Harkness and the Tenth Doctor.

Who are your favorite slash pairings?

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Thank you N.R. for having me on your blog! And everyone, please visit the tour kickoff post (http://kerryfreeman.com/2012/10/pine-tar-sweet-tea-virtual-tour-kickoff/) to enter the super-duper tour giveaway.

Guest Post - Pine Tar and Sweet Tea by Kerry Freeman


Pine Tar & Sweet Tea
by Kerry Freeman

edited by Jules Robin
cover by Fiona Jayde
published by Loose Id

Contemporary M/M
118 pages

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Blurb

After playing eleven years in the Minor Leagues, Coach Matt Hawley has returned to his tiny Alabama hometown to lead his old high school baseball team to their first state championship. At the other end of the state, René Días, who left the Major League after one season, is getting his team ready to defend their state title for the second straight year. One is in the closet. The other is between relationships. Neither has any intention of hooking up at the state tournament.

Then they see each other.

Pre-game lust turns into an intense one-night stand neither man can forget, and when their best friends embark on a romance, Matt and René are thrown together again. This time they decide it won't be for just a single night. But the fear of disappointing his minister father and shaming his family forces Matt to keep one foot in the closet, even as he and René find their lust is maybe something more. He's going to have to make a choice between between his family and his freedom.

Excerpt

The clubhouse was sweltering, and René took his cap off to wipe his brow. The rows of lockers and wooden benches always reminded him of playing in the majors, where reporters wouldn’t even wait for the players to get fully dressed before accosting them for quotes about that night’s game. He’d never quite become comfortable with holding court while dripping wet and towel skirted. Then again, he’d never quite become comfortable with a lot of things he encountered his one year of major league play.

“Good afternoon, Coach Días.” The umpire walked toward him with an extended hand. “Good to see you again.”

René shook the umpire’s hand. “Good to see you again too. Hopefully you’ve had a good year.”

“A very good year. Thanks for asking.” The umpire nodded at David. “Hello, Coach Reynolds.”

“Hey, Bob,” David said, smiling. “No need to be so formal. We’re old friends by now.”

“Let’s just say I definitely wasn’t surprised to see your team back in the finals.” The umpire smiled. “Gonna be a great series, that’s for sure. Your opposition looks good.”

René’s ears practically twitched at the mention of the team from North Alabama. “Have you met their coach yet?”

“Met him this morning. He’s quiet, seems pretty serious. Nice fella too.” The umpire chuckled. “Speaking of which… Hello, Coach Hawley.”

The gracious greeting René planned stuck in his throat the instant he turned and gazed into a pair of intense blue eyes. René forced himself not to gaze up and down the opposing coach’s tall, tight body, but he couldn’t help following as Hawley slowly licked his lips. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, the man had the most incredible wheat-blond hair just begging to be pulled.

David cleared his throat. “Um, Coach Hawley, I’m David Reynolds, Mobile’s first-base coach.” He shook Hawley’s hand. “This is René Días, our head coach.”

René finally remembered he was supposed to talk. “Nice to meet you, Coach Hawley.” René held out his hand.

Coach Hawley wrapped his long fingers around René’s hand and held on to it. “Nice to meet you too. Call me Matt, though.”

“We’ve been looking forward to playing your team.” René smiled when Matt’s grip tightened. “I’ve heard great things about how you’ve developed the team since you took over this year. Congratulations on your first state final.”

“Thank you. This is your school’s third year in a row here. That’s a sure sign you’re doing something right down in Mobile.”

If there was a sure way into René’s good graces, it was to compliment his team. He could think of plenty of other ways the gorgeous Matt Hawley could impress him—most involving them being naked together—but they had a few baseball games to play. René released Matt’s hand and tried to ignore David’s bug-eyed look at his side.

The meeting with the umpire was a formality. They discussed the rules of the best-of-three series and the umpire’s definition of the strike zone, and the coaches gave the umpire their batting order. René concentrated on each word of the umpire’s speech and blocked out the coach next to him. Baseball was serious business, and he couldn’t let Matt, however tasty he appeared to be, distract him. But as soon as the meeting was over, René found himself locked into that deep blue gaze again.

Matt swallowed slowly. “Well, René, it was nice meeting you. Good luck.”

“Thanks.” René could feel his cheeks heat. “Good luck to you guys too.”

Taking two steps back, Matt pulled on his baseball cap and smiled before turning to walk away. René couldn’t take his eyes off the slow sway of Matt’s hips. For just an instant, he imagined digging his fingers into those hips and the kind of bruises it would leave on Matt’s fair skin.

“Down, boy!” David punched René’s arm. “And retract your tongue before you close your mouth.”

René suddenly remembered where he was. “You think he noticed?”

“You’re kidding, right? I would say he noticed you every bit as much as you noticed him.”

“I meant— Oh!” René stared toward the door. “Cool.”

David shook his head. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered as he stomped off. “Biggest game of the year, and now he decides to take the dick out of storage.” He spun around and faced René again. “Just great!”

René jogged over to David and threw his arm around David’s shoulders. “Aww, come on, baby. Don’t be jealous.” He guffawed when David shoved him away. “You’re still my favorite guy, even if you kiss like a girl.”

An extended middle finger was the only farewell David gave him. Still chuckling to himself, Rene pulled his cap down over his eyes, adjusted himself, and walked into the sunlight to begin batting practice.









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Guest Post - Meeting Kerry Freeman




I'd love to introduce Kerry Freeman to my blog!  

You know the adage "Birds of a feather..." yeah, well, we authors flock together.  Sometimes called networking, sometimes called sound-boarding, sometimes called people who have voices in their heads talking to other people who have voices in their heads... or something like that...   

Kerry is a fellow writer, who I met through fanfiction, and through a friend  *waves to Bella Leone* and I'm pleased to have her guest posting on my blog today.

She's had a new release this week, and we're here to talk about it.  But first, let's get to know the woman behind the Southern accent...



The Short Version

Author. Southerner. Geek. Writer of romance, believer in HEA. Positive there's nothing better than shrimp & grits and red velvet cake.

The Longer Version

Kerry was born and raised in Alabama, and she grew up swearing she was going to get the hell out of Dodge the instant she could. Turns out Dodge ain’t so bad, and she never left. Alabama’s version of a city girl, she married a country boy, and the adorkable couple lives in a small town with their two socially awkward dogs.

Kerry loves to write about love, and it turns out most of the voices in her head are men. She also loves to write about the South, so most of her stories end up there, one way or another.

A tomboy and a geek from way back, Kerry has a day job but dreams she will one day write full time. She has a weakness for yaoi, Japanese stationery, YA, and ginger-haired singers from Britain. She owns an impressive t-shirt collection. Nowaki & Hiroki are her homeboys.

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