Honorary Blogger J.M. Dabney: Why I Write the Characters I Do + Excerpt


Why I Write the Characters I Do

by J.M. Dabney

Let me begin by thanking The Blogger Girls for allowing me to have a guest post today.

I agonized over what to write in my post. Guest posts aren’t my forte. I can write thousands of words as if it’s nothing, but posts like this leave my mind blank. So, I thought I’d talk about why I write the characters I do.

My single motivation is to give readers under represented characters who they can read about—experience—and feel as if they are the star of their own romance. No matter shade, size, or shape, sexual identity or lack thereof.

BBW (big beautiful woman) and BHM (big handsome men) are the characters I love writing the most. The books are out there, but not in the numbers they should be.

We live in a society very much overrun with media that makes individuals young and old insecure. They’re assaulted with expectations of what is considered acceptable. I worship those characters with rolls, bellies, wrinkles, dimples, and I make sure my characters are comfortable with and appreciated for those imperfections. Imperfections isn’t the right word, our stories are told in those little details. The crinkle at the corners of a person’s eyes that tells of happier times. Years of smiles and laughter.

Scars, remembrances of times past. C-section scars that tell the story of children’s births. The pale scars on wrists, forearms, or thighs that remind us of pain. Marks that retell our folly of youthful beliefs of our invincibility.  

Livingston is one of those characters. Traumatized by abuse. Wearing constant reminders of an unconscionable hate. He wears the twisted and marred skin as a knight of old would wear armor. Never letting anyone close. Those superficial scars are nothing like the emotional/mental damage done. But his lack of prettiness or physical conventionality makes him no less worthy of finding his peace and the love he deserves.

I won’t claim that love conquers all, but it helps. We’re humans created by experiences, some good, bad, and in cases horrific. When we’re open to the possibilities we embrace our freedom to attain what we need without expectations or the what-ifs that mire us down in what we’re supposed to be or who we love.

We’re all imperfectly perfect.

We’re all valuable.

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David – Beginnings by B.J Smyth: Exclusive Excerpt

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by B.J Smyth

Bradley follows me down the stairs. The room is just as I remember it; a soft ambient glow from the light in the corner, the slow erotic music playing in the room. Bradley grabs my hand and leads me to stand in front of the bed, turning me to face him.

‘Stand here.’ He says, then walks to the corner where the sex sling is hanging on a frame. He pulls open one drawer in a cabinet near the swing. I cannot see what he takes out of the drawer but he walks back over to where I am standing. He has a red silk scarf in his hands, which he folds to create a blindfold and ties over my eyes.

‘This will heighten your senses.’ He whispers into my ear. I can feel his breath on my skin, not knowing if he is in front or behind me. I felt his hand brush tenderly along my jawline, then trace down my neck, his fingers stopping within the open neckline of my shirt, pressing against my chest.

He begins to slowly unbutton my shirt. Shivers run down my spine as I feel his wet tongue circle my right nipple, making it stiffen. His tongue then moves to my left nipple, making that one stiffen. He then removes my shirt from my shoulders and pulls it off my arms. I’m now standing, blindfolded, in just my jeans. He runs his fingers up my spine with soft, gentle touches. My mouth is now watering, my cock hard in my jock. I want him to just rip off my clothes and fuck me, but he doesn’t. I feel a tug at my belt as he releases it, then unbuttons my jeans and pulls them to the floor.

His hands slide up the inside of my legs to the top of my inner thighs, then slide around the back and over my arse. I feel his mouth kiss my cock through the material of my jock, making it throb. I’m already leaking pre-cum.

Then his hands vanish. I can’t feel him near me or hear him moving around in the room. I seem to stand for ages.

‘Bradley, are you still here?’

‘Don’t speak.’ He growls loudly at me, sounding annoyed.

I say nothing else. Minutes later, I feel the hair of his chest against my back, his cock pushing against my arse as his fingers grip my nipples tight. He kisses and bites my neck.

My body is tingling all over as he kisses down my spine. His hands grab my arse cheeks and pull them apart as his tongue, wet and juicy, licks between them, searching out my hole. I try to move my legs further apart but they are restricted by my jeans around my ankles.

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Release Blitz: The Ballerino and The Biker by Rebecca James + Excerpt & Giveaway!

The Ballerino and The Biker by Rebecca James

Most of his young life, Morgan Wentworth has dreamed of becoming a principal dancer in a prestigious corps de ballet. After years studying the art in Milan, Morgan comes home to New York City to apprentice with the Manhattan Ballet Company only to be hit by the unexpected death of his older brother, Jake. The grieving dancer learns his life is threatened by a dangerous rival motorcycle gang and that pierced, tattooed, HOT biker Zeke Ivers has been assigned by Jake’s MC to guard him. Saddled with the constant presence of the infuriating man, Morgan juggles the demands of an exhausting dance schedule as well as his new responsibilities as CEO of his family’s multi-million-dollar company. He never expects to develop an attraction for the straight, obnoxious biker, but that’s exactly what happens.

Estranged from an abusive family, Zeke Ivers has lived at the Sentinel’s club house and worked on cars since he was a teen. When fellow club member Jake Wentworth and a rival club president’s girl are killed on Jake’s bike, the Sentinel’s president delegates the protection of Jake’s little brother, Morgan, to Zeke. Zeke would do anything for the club that pulled him off the streets, but Morgan’s a ballet dancer, for Christ’s sake, as well as annoying as hell. Still, Zeke finds himself inexplicably drawn to the young man. The more attracted Zeke becomes to Morgan, the more the biker is forced to examine his sexuality and decide whether two people from opposite sides of the tracks could possibly have a future together, or if Zeke should do what is fast becoming too painful to consider: let Morgan go.

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Release Blitz: Would It Be Okay to Love You? Box Set by Amy Tasukada + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Would It Be Okay to Love You? Box Set by Amy Tasukada

A robot fanboy. An erotic voice actor. Will their secrets overwhelm their love?

Sato doesn’t get out much. The anime company accountant spends his days at a desk and his nights working on his own small-scale robots. His geeky life is like a dream, but it has just one piece missing…

The world only knows outgoing playboy Aoi for his moans. The budding voice actor has sworn off relationships since they’ll only distract him from his budding voice acting career. That was until he met Sato.

As Aoi’s popularity rises and secrets about his past begin to reveal themselves, can the accountant and the voice actor rise above their problems to create something real?

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Infinity Series by C.J. Lynne: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by C.J. Lynne

“So you’re going out of town?”  His heart sank as he asked the question even while he told himself he was just being silly.  Jax couldn’t spend every second of the day with him. They both had lives to live.

“Yeah, I have to fly to New York in the morning for a few days,” Jax unhappily replied.  Then his eyes lit up and he asked, “Why don’t you come with me?”

Ty balked and not at the thought of going away with Jax, but rather at his destination.  Oh hell no!  There was no way on God’s green earth that he was going to willfully set foot back in New York again if he could help it.  That city held nothing but heartache and pain that he didn’t want to relive again—Thank you very much.

“Thanks for the offer, but I can’t,” he declined with a forced half-smile.

“My treat,” Jax coaxed with one of his blinding grins.

“That’s too extravagant, besides, I have to work.  Remember?”

“I know you do.”  Jax’s lips turned down in disappointment.  “I thought you’d say no, but it was worth a shot.”

“How long will you be gone?”  

“A few days.”  He leaned in and kissed Ty’s lips then playfully growled, “And you behave while I’m away.”

“Me?”  He gave an innocent look and placed a hand to his chest.  “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I don’t?”

“Nope.”  Ty shook his head.  “I’ll be working, sleeping,”—he paused before admitting—“and missing you.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Of course you do.”  Ty playfully rolled his eyes and then reluctantly asked, “What time is it?”

Jax reached for his phone and replied, “Two thirty.”

Boy, time had flown.  It always did when he was with Jax.  “I have to leave in about thirty minutes if I want to get to work on time.”

Jax shifted and stared down at him.  “Will you come back and stay with me tonight?”

“It’ll be late, probably after two.”

“I don’t care.  I want you to come back.”  Jax trailed fingers down his cheek.  “Can you find your way back here? Do you want me to pick you up?”

“Don’t worry.”    Ty laughed and promised, “I can make it back.”  Unable to stop from touching Jax, he fingered the smooth tanned pecs.  His skin was warm and inviting, and Ty wanted to taste him to see if he was salty from the sea.  “Are you sure you want me to though, since you have to fly out early tomorrow?”

“I’m positive.”  Jax leaned down so close that he could see the darker flecks of blue in his pupils.  “I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up beside you tomorrow morning.”

“That sounds nice,” he whispered, surprised he could articulate because Jax’s declaration had just knocked the air out of his lungs.  

“Mmm, it does.  Doesn’t it? And it will give me something to hold onto until I’m back home with you.”  Jax kissed him nice and slow and long. When he lifted his head, he gave him a wink and ordered, “While I’m gone, just remember who you belong to.”

His heart thudded at Jax’s statement and the possessive look aimed at him.  He supposed he should be offended, and should tell Jax he didn’t belong to anyone but himself; however, he said nothing.  Instead, he reclined back on the chaise next to Jax, and closed his eyes to hide the emotions swimming in their depths. He tried to swallow the lump that was clogging his throat to no avail.  Jax was right. He did belong to him, and vice versa.  

How had this happened?  How has Jax in a few short weeks so expertly obliterated each and every obstacle I’ve purposefully encased my heart in for years?  Ty had no idea, but one thing he did know without a doubt was that the man lounging beside him was going to forever change his life, and he was absolutely helpless to stop him.  He wasn’t even sure he wanted to try.

Turning his head to rest it on Jax’s shoulder, he sighed in contentment, feeling no desire to move back to his own lounger, and Jax seemed more than happy to have him stay right where he was.   Jax trailed fingers through his slightly damp hair before resting his hand over Ty’s heart, and it felt incredibly…right. If he never had to move from this spot, he’d be happy. What a monumental declaration that was.

Ty was lost, utterly and completely lost.  Or maybe…just maybe…he was finally found.


Exclusive Excerpt from Finally Letting Go

“Well, well, well.  Fancy meeting you here,” a sarcastic voice—one Brandon knew well—interrupted his dark thoughts, making him look up to find Simon Carter grinning at him.  The man in question then pulled out a chair and sat down at his table uninvited. “Mind if I sit?”

“What…?” Brandon blinked rapidly before trying again, “Who said you could join me?”

The last thing he needed or wanted was another confrontation with Simon.  He had enough turmoil in his life presently. However, for once, Simon didn’t seem angry with him.  Despite the fact he was being rather presumptuous, he actually smiled and looked…almost friendly. It must be the holiday spirit influencing him.

Brandon remained silent and—hopefully unobtrusively—studied the man now sitting across from him.  As usual Simon Carter look good enough to devour. He was dressed in navy sweats with the Berkeley University logo emblazoned across his broad chest in gold.  The color enhanced his jet-black hair and dark-green eyes, and the appealing picture he made caused Brandon’s pulse to quicken.  

“Why can’t I sit here?”  Simon gave him a challenging look.  “Do you have a hot guy meeting you?”  

Yeah, and he just sat down, Brandon silently answered and then groaned inwardly at his forbidden thoughts.  This man just made all of his common sense fly out of the window, to be replaced with illogical, maddening lust instead.  But hell, who in their right mind wouldn’t want to get horizontal with Simon Carter—male or female?  

“If I was meeting a date here, it would be a woman not a man,” Brandon pointedly responded once he could articulate.

Simon’s eyebrows winged up and he drawled, “Oh really?”

“Really,” Brandon insisted, bristling at the obvious disbelieve in those two sarcastically uttered words.  “I don’t date men.”

“Hmmm.  So, you just fuck ‘em and leave ‘em?” Simon asked, removing the paper from his straw and punching it into the lid of his drink.

“What?”  Brandon’s eyes widened in shock.  Where were these absurd questions coming from?  “No, I don’t, and would you keep your voice down.”

“Dude, you’re so funny.”  

Simon shook his head and poured ketchup over his fries.  God, didn’t the guy know you’re supposed to dunk fries not smother them?

“Got enough ketchup?” Brandon frowned and then demanded, “And what’s so funny?  Exactly are you trying to say?”

“I’m implying that you, my tightly closeted friend…” Simon paused, placed a few fries in his mouth and chewed while smirking at him.

“That I what?”  Brandon demanded, and then was compelled to add, “I’m not in the closet.”

“You think I believe that?” Simon asked, watching him with piercing eyes that made Brandon want to run and hide.

“Why wouldn’t you?  It’s the truth.”

“I’m gay, Brandon,” Simon said bluntly and Brandon’s heart skipped several beats in response.  Oh hell, why did he have to tell me that?   “I’m not ashamed of nor do I want to hide my sexuality,” Simon continued.

“Bully for you.”  Brandon’s dry tone elicited a chastising look from his uninvited lunch guest.

“Yeah, it’s much more pleasant living one’s life out in the open,” Simon informed after eating a few more fries.    “I suggest you try it before you explode from repression overload.”

“What are you a shrink?” Brandon challenged.

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Leaning Into the Fall by Lane Hayes: Exclusive Deleted Scene & Giveaway!

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by Lane Hayes

No matter how much an author likes a scene, some unfortunately get cut. The extra bits that don’t drive the story may make for fun reading, but sometimes they don’t really belong. I tend to overwrite so there’s always a silly deleted scene or two to share once the “real” book is released. This one belongs to Nick, who readers may remember from my short story, Leaning Into Love, as Eric’s best friend. He’s a quirky intellect who has a hard time communicating. Wes, however, seems to get him. And thus begins Nick’s lean into the ultimate fall.

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When Wes pulled into a mini-mall parking lot and steered his SUV toward the giant Target at the end, I was a little less sure.

“What are we doing here?”

“Game shopping. We’ll get a few board games and maybe a couple video games. Do you have a console?”

“No. I only stay at my condo here to shower and sleep,”

Wes gave me a dubious once-over as he led me through the sliding glass doors into the giant retail store. “So you haven’t been there in a while.”

“No. I haven’t. Look, breakfast was fun but I have to get back to work. My secretary will wonder where I am and—”

“No, she won’t. I told her you’d be gone ’til Monday.”

“Barb? No way. Did she believe you?”

“Of course. You were standing right there. Call and ask her.” He pointed toward a sign on his right. “Thataway. Oh wait. We need a cart.”

I dialed my office when Wes backtracked to find a red cart to stuff his goodies in. I moved a few paces behind him, admiring the view while I waited for Barb to answer. When her cell and office phone went directly to voice mail, I stopped called Miles.

“Oh my God, he’s hot!” Miles gushed. “If he wants to play Tarzan and kidnap me too, I won’t complain. No sirree. You don’t have any meetings scheduled and Barb told your engineers you’d be working remotely so you’re good to go, Nicky.”

“Did you really just call me Nicky?”

“That’s what your boyfriend calls you,” he singsonged.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I hissed.

“Whatever you say. Barb and I can handle things here ’til Eric gets back from Dallas.”

“When does he get in?”

“This afternoon. He has a meeting with the gruesome twosome tomorrow. Don’t worry. Everything is under control. Enjoy yourself. We’ll see you Monday!”

I scowled at my cell when Miles hung up. The mere thought of Finn and Norm darkening the doorway at EN Tech made me anxious to get back to my lab. What the hell was I doing wasting time at a Target? I shoved my phone in my suit pocket and took in my surroundings. I was standing in the middle of a wide aisle in the next to a shelf overburdened with cleaning supplies. Across the way, an employee in a red smock was restacking boxes of shoes. The incongruous sections were delineated throughout the area by the width of the aisle and overhead signage. Baby clothes were next to women’s workout clothes. Dog food was next to kitchen gadgets. If there was a rhyme or reason to the layout, I didn’t get it. I just had to find Wes and get the hell out. I had too much to do to be wandering in a super store emporium like a lost kid.

A pair of sturdy-looking winter boots with a rubber toe and fur lining caught my eye. I picked one up to inspect. It was a size too small. I scanned the boxes and found my size on the lowest shelf. Then I sat on the red metal bench nearby and toed off my loafers before yanking the boots on. The hiked up pant legs on my suit had a clownish look but I liked them. I struck a pose in the full-length mirror against the back wall and gave myself a thumbs up. Cool.

There had to be coats around here too. I put my loafers in the box and trudged into the next section. Women’s bras and pajamas bled into men’s socks and underwear and beyond that, a whole area dedicated to guy stuff. Shirts, shorts, pants, swim trunks…you name it, it was all there. I perused the jackets and tried a few on over my suit coat. The olive green one with puffy sleeves went well the boots. Done. I turned toward the main aisle and gasped in wonder at the Star Wars onesies for grownups. Holy fuck. I had to have it. Wes needed one too. I grabbed two along with matching beanies and resumed my search for the toy aisle.

I found Wes standing in front of a Legos display with his phone glued to his ear. He frowned when he saw me and waved his cell accusingly.

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling you!”

“Looking for you. And shopping. Check out what I got!” I tossed a onesie at him and chuckled at his astounded expression. “One for me, one for you. We don’t have to match. I think there’s a storm trooper one back there but I’m definitely Darth Vader.”

“O-kay…what’s with the winter ensemble, Darth? Do you have any idea how goofy you look?” he snickered, stepping backward to get a good look at me.  

“Who cares? I can’t remember the last time I was in one of these stores. They have everything! The pajamas are on me. What else do you want? Name it, I’m buying!”

“Relax, big spender. We aren’t buying the store. We’re looking for a couple games, remember?” Wes pulled my elbow and led me to a row filled with familiar logos of games I played when I was a kid.  “Clue, Sorry…what do you think?”

“I think games are a bad idea.”

“Why? I thought we agreed on this.”

“No. I change my mind. I’m a poor sport. If I lose, it won’t be pretty. We need to rethink this. Board games are a disaster waiting to happen. What other kind of games are there?”

“It’s hard to concentrate with you looking like,” he commented with a grin, grabbing one of the beanie caps and pulling it over my ears.  “Better. Let’s see…there’s outdoor games like badminton, volleyball and Frisbee.”

“My coordination is suspect. I dunno.”

“Anyone can catch a Frisbee. I’m getting one. What else?”

“You said you liked those video games from the 80s, but I don’t where we’d find—”

“An arcade! There’s one in the city by Pier 39. Want to go?”

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Fox and Birch by Sam Burns: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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There were three strangers in the front room, and when they approached, even Fletcher’s less sensitive nose picked up the familiar tang of silver in the air. No wonder it had put Wade on edge; he’d almost died of exposure to the stuff less than a month earlier. The fact that he’d willingly walked into a room where he could smell it made Fletcher feel inadequate.

The three men stood spaced far apart, in stances that screamed of false calm. One of them had his jacket open, showing off a shoulder holster. No doubt he’d have the proper concealed carry permit if asked for it.

“Everything okay, Jen?” Wade asked the officer on desk duty. She was the newest member of the local force, so she tended to get the duty no one else wanted. She was also the one who usually complained that they needed a new coffee maker, since she had to deal with it most often. Fletcher was more than willing to back her on it, but the sheriff tended to be a little slow to accept changes, even unimportant ones.

She turned and looked at Wade, a pinched frown on her lips. “These guys are bounty hunters,” she told him, in a tone that said she thought they were at least as bad as whatever criminals they might be hunting.

Wade quirked an eyebrow and looked over at the guys—who Fletcher didn’t believe for a second were bounty hunters. Hell, they had one guy standing lookout in the doorway, his back to them so that he could see anyone coming in. Wade was calm, though. The corner of his mouth turned up, and he looked every inch the arrogant small-town cop that he often played. He was scarily good at it and even fooled locals sometimes.

“And what would ‘bounty hunters’ be doing in our tiny town? Has there been a prison break I don’t know about?” Wade’s tone said he thought the men were idiots for even making the drive to Rowan Harbor, and Fletcher had seen people break under that stare. He had a feeling these guys weren’t going to be that easy.

The man who had been leaning across the front counter—the one whose gun was on display—looked Wade over and rolled his eyes. “This is just the kind of place people go to hide, kid. Middle of nowhere, no media attention, tiny police force who aren’t expecting trouble.”

Wade’s smile went wolfish. “Only trouble I’ve seen in this town in a while is standing right in front of me. You looking for someone in particular, or just thought you’d show up, hang out, and wait for something to happen?”

That seemed to get under the guy’s skin a little. “We’re looking for a dangerous criminal. A murderer. We only came here as a courtesy to the local police, and I suggest you steer clear of our work. Wouldn’t want you to have to deal with real trouble.”

The guy with his back to them snorted loudly, and something in Fletcher’s stomach curled in sick anticipation. He stared at the back of the man’s head.

Wade, meanwhile, was on a roll. “Any particular reason you think a murderer is hanging out in Rowan Harbor?”

“There was a report of two people being attacked last month, and no arrest made,” the man said, his tone smug.

“So you think a murderer turned up in the Harbor, tried to kill someone, and then what, stopped feeling murderous? We didn’t find the culprit because he left town. They found his abandoned car on the road halfway between here and Portland. You think he dropped it off and walked back?”

The truth was that they had driven it there and abandoned it after scrubbing it for any kind of evidence. They hadn’t wanted it tracked back to Rowan Harbor, dammit.

“But he was a blond guy? Short? Pale?” the other man, who had previously been silent, asked. He was younger than the man at the counter and looked concerned and earnest.

“Yeah,” Wade agreed. “Came into the bar one evening, said his name was Sol White. We think he attacked one person that night, but no one saw anything, including the victim. Then a few days later, he attacked a guy on the pier. We impounded the car, but someone broke the lock on our lot and stole it. Car turned up a few days later, and nothing exciting has happened since. Your murderer has moved on, gentlemen.” Wade leaned an arm on the counter, standing between Fletcher and the men, and halfway between them and Jen, and smiled. “Then there’s the fact that I ran the name through our database, and we didn’t turn up any hits for crimes committed by a man fitting the name and description.”

“He’s got a couple of aliases,” concerned guy said. It was strange, but if he hadn’t known what they were, Fletcher would have thought the guy was serious.

Fletcher had seen their kind before. The tactics, the attitude, and the smell marked them as clearly as if they’d worn signs. They liked to call themselves “hunters” or some such crap, but Fletcher knew a killer when he met one. These men hunted and murdered supernatural creatures. Looking back at the man in the door, he knew without doubt that these men were killers. That smell of barely contained body odor, bad breath, silver, and cigarette smoke was so familiar that it almost brought tears to his eyes.

The guy turned to look at him and flashed a smile. Recognition hit Fletcher head-on. For a second, he felt the panic of a fourteen-year-old child, the child he’d been when he’d first seen that smile, but there was no recognition there. The guy wasn’t taunting him; he was just being an asshole.

He didn’t know that he had murdered Fletcher’s mother.

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Unraveled by K.M. Neuhold: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by K.M. Neuhold

“Nobody’s knocked up,” I grumble. “And nobody’s gonna get knocked up because I’m dating Clay.”

Stunned silence is about what I expected, and my brothers don’t disappoint. I chance a look at them and find them both gaping at me like I’ve grown an extra head.

“You’re shitting us,” Tony guesses weakly.

“Nope.” I shake my head and square my shoulders to prepare for the inevitable onslaught that’ll come as soon as they realize what I’m telling them.

“You’re a queer?” Gio asks with quiet confusion.

The word isn’t said with venom, so I keep my own tone even when I answer. “I told you not to use that word, Gio.”

“Okay, but are you?”

“I don’t really know,” I admit. “I still like women, and I like Clay.” I shrug.

“But he’s a guy,” Tony points out, making me chuckle.

“Yeah, I noticed that.”

“I don’t get it,” Gio admits.

“Okay, it’s like, imagine if someone gave you a fully restored 1963 Corvette Stingray Split Window Coupe but instead of being red like you always pictured, it was black. Would you send it back?” Gio and Tony both shake their head at the sacrilegious idea. “That’s exactly what this is like. Clay is everything I ever wanted. He’s everything I was missing in every woman I ever dated. Did I expect my soulmate to have a dick? No. But, hell, my own was always fun enough to play with; now, I’ve got a spare.”

Gio cracks a smile, and Tony still looks bewildered, but I can tell my words registered on some level.

“I guess that makes sense,” Gio admits.

I breathe a sigh of relief and pull my brother into a hug. Gio squeezes back and claps me on the back.

When I release him, I turn to Tony, weary of what I might find there.

“As long as you don’t tell me what you two do in bed, I can live with it,” Tony concedes.

I roll my eyes at him. “Dude, like I want to tell you about my sex life anyway. You’re the one who thinks everyone needs a play by play.”

Tony chuckles. “That’s fair,” he agrees, and then he opens his arms for a hug too.

Once the Kumbaya moment is over, the three of us head inside for dinner.

Clay is in the middle of helping my mom put the finishing touches on some sort of chocolate dessert, and he raises an eyebrow in question as soon as he sees me.

With my brothers right behind me, I stride over to Clay and pull him into a kiss, letting my tongue sweep briefly into his mouth.

“Mmm, you taste like chocolate,” I note, bumping my nose against Clay’s in an affectionate gesture.

“You taste like giant, sexy man,” Clay teases.

“Get a room,” Gio complains, and Tony chuckles.

My dad comes over and claps me on the shoulder without comment. I guess my mom decided to take one thing off my plate for me after all. We all sit down around the table and Ma fills our plates.

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Character Interview with Oisin Harrison and Trenton Fisher from Waking Oisin by Grace Kilian Delaney + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Hi everyone! I’m excited to be here at The Blogger Girls celebrating my new release Waking Oisin. In Waking Oisin, both characters discover what they once held important is no longer working in their lives. As they face this realization, they struggle to find romance and their happy for now ending.

Interview with Oisin Harrison and Trenton Fisher

Grace Kilian Delany: Hi guys and thanks for answering some questions today.

Oisin Harrison: Always happy to help out.

Trent Fisher: (turns to Oisin) You’re so sweet. (To GKD) Thanks for having us here.

GKD: Oisin, first off, can you tell everyone about your unique name and how it’s pronounced?

Oisin: Sure thing. And no one says it right, so… It’s pronounced kinda like ocean, only Oh-sheen. There’s some funky accent on the second i in Gaelic, which leads to the origin of my name. It comes from the Irish myth of Oisín and the Land of Eternal Youth. Mom liked the name, but the myth? It’s really sad. I won’t spoil it for anyone who wants to read it. It’s on YouTube, too. Such a sad ending.

GKD: Good thing you got your happy ending.

Trent: I’d say he got his happy ending.

Oisin: (blushing) Rude!

GKD: You had to go there? Anyway. Let’s dive into some other questions. Now that you’ve gotten some time together, what are some issues that have come up that you hadn’t expected?

Trent: That’s easy. This man hogs all the blankets.

Oisin: I do not.

Trent: You do too. He pulls them off me and then wraps himself in them like a cocoon. And then the dog! I love Maggie, but she likes to climb in the bed so I’ve got no blanket and a big black lab curled up next to me instead of my sexy boyfriend.

GKD: Sounds like grounds for couple’s therapy. Got anything to say to that Oisin?

Oisin: Nope. Trent is perfect in every way. There’s not anything at all that I (bursts out in laughter) Okay, so that’s not true. He has this weird thing about food. The meat—and don’t get me started on the fact he eats meat—has to go at the bottom of the plate and the carbs and veggie on the top. I guess it’s not a major issue, but just something I hadn’t expected.

GKD: That leads me to my next question. Both are you are animal lovers. Trent, your sisters own a veterinary clinic in Las Vegas, and Oisin you’re an animal activist and studying to become a veterinarian. Do you have any advice for people who are looking to adopt?

Trent: Let me add a disclaimer that none of us, including this wonderful blog site, endorses any particular organization before we get into that answer.

Oisin: Always the lawyer…

Trent: According to ASPCA, over 3.6 million animals enter animal shelters every year in the US. I understand that adopting a shelter animal can be intimidating for some, and if that’s the case, turn to rescue groups. The volunteers at good rescue group will be able to give you a feel for the animal’s disposition and help you determine if you and the animal are a good match.

Oisin: And look into pet insurance when you get your pet. Or if you are having a hard time paying vet bills, there are organizations that help people do that so you can keep your baby healthy.

GKD: Thank you guys and best to the both of you! I’m sure we’ll be chatting again soon. Continue reading

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Dead Wrong by Gillian St. Kevern: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Gillian St. Kevern

“Why do these things always come in threes? You never win the lottery three times, do you?” Gunn had steeled himself for entering the yoga studio by lighting a cigarette before he went inside. The tobacco and sulfur scent mingled oddly with the herbal notes of the incense lingering in the room, but even that couldn’t mask the smell dominating the studio—death.

Kenzies snorted. “If our perp sticks to only three we’ll be lucky.” She turned to Nate. “You okay, blossom?”

Nate swallowed. The victim’s eyes were open, and she stared at the ceiling. Her short hair was buzzed on one side and spilled into vibrant green-purple-indigo curls on the other, but while she’d obviously gone to a lot of effort to get the cut, she hadn’t maintained it. Her brown roots were showing.

Why am I focused on her haircut and not her death? Nate felt bile at the back of his throat. The woman was dead, the third victim in this ongoing case. She lay on her back on a runic circle that even to Nate’s untrained eyes looked exactly like those the previous victims had been found on. The two fang marks in her neck stood out against the paleness of her skin like a brand. Just like the others she had been entirely drained of blood.

With a start, Nate realized Kenzies was still waiting for an answer. “Yeah. Uh. Fine.”

“There’s something really suspicious about your reactions,” Gunn remarked conversationally. “I can taste shock, but we’ve already established you don’t know the victim. Has this convinced you that Ben’s responsible?”

Nate gulped. That was it, wasn’t it? If Ben was in Saltaire’s custody, he couldn’t have done this. I need to talk to Godfrey ASAP.

“How long has she been here?” Kenzies asked.

Clay stepped forward. He was far, far too cheerful for anyone who worked with Gunn. “The yoga studio closed at six. Sunset was at 7:02 p.m. The corpse was discovered by the cleaner at—when did you say, Tremaine?”

Tremaine looked up from her inspection of the studio’s supply cupboards. “I got the call at 8:17 p.m. I arrived here ten minutes later.”

Nate was relieved to see that she no longer looked ill. She didn’t even look tired. Having a case to work on was clearly more to her liking than crowd control.

Tremaine cocked an eyebrow at him, and Nate realized he was staring. “I see you got your uniform without problem.”

“Yeah, thanks for dropping it off.” Nate tugged the shirt straight. The new shirt didn’t adhere to his skin. “I feel much more comfortable.” He cast around for a way to change the subject. He didn’t want to remember what had followed the delivery of Nate’s new uniform. Ben snarling as he launched himself at Aki in an entirely unprovoked assault.

Am I sure that Ben isn’t guilty? He has all the killing instinct of a vampireI have to talk to Godfrey. Nate slipped his hand into his pocket, gripping his phone, and took a step backward toward the door.

Gunn spat out smoke. “What are the odds we can’t identify this one either?”

Clay grinned. “Bad news.”

Gunn glared. “Security footage only shows victim?”

“Not even that. It’s a complete blank from the owner leaving to Tremaine arriving. Also, we had the owner in to ID the victim, and she says she’s never seen her before.”

“Do you think they’re doing this just to annoy us?”

Kenzies sniffed. “It would explain the wolfsbane.”

Nate was startled. “You can’t smell anything?”

“I can smell too much. Even despite the best efforts of him”—she jerked her head toward Gunn—“and the goddamn patchouli this place is drowning in, I can barely make out the smell of the rite. And you know how much necromancy stinks!”

Nate did not, but he filed that away for future reference. Evil equals smelly. “And the wolfsbane?”

“Overkill. Then again, the fact they used it at all is a good indication, if one were needed, that our perp is not a wolf.”

“Or a vampire. Don’t they have sensitive noses too?”

Kenzies looked sadly at Nate. Out of respect for Nate’s feelings, she referred to the killer as ‘the perp’ when Nate was in earshot, but he suspected she shared her superior’s views of Ben’s guilt. “I caught a whiff of vampire when we approached the building.”

“We gotta go,” Gunn announced. “Another night, another demonstration scheduled outside the Registry. You’d think people would have better things to do, but there you go. Kenzies, I leave the rest to you.”

Kenzies saluted. “I’m going to sniff around here. Clay, you monitor the Forensics team, and make sure they don’t accidentally set off a necromantic booby trap. Tremaine, take Nate back to the station. I want you to figure out who these victims are.”

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