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Honorary Blogger Kathryn Sparrow: Subtle Hints in the Narrative + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Subtle Hints in the Narrative

by Kathryn Sparrow

I love it when authors put subtle hints in the narrative. Perhaps, it would be more accurate to say I love it when there is a subtle hint that I pick up on. Sometimes, I’ll notice something that seems like an odd detail to highlight, but later, as I’m reading, it becomes clear.

When this is done well, clarity comes at the exact moment the author wants and not before. I love that!

You’ll have to let me know how I did with subtle hints in Devil’s Bargain because I tried to put them there. The story starts off like a contemporary, but it’s a paranormal fantasy so that alone gives the reader some hint that all may not be what it seems. If I’ve done my job well, then all those little hints will lead up to the reveals as they happen.  

As a writer, I want to know if people saw the hints I left and if I made them too bold and obvious. My critique partners were able to help with this. Especially those that read two drafts. A few of them asked if things they were noticing in the second read had been there in the previous draft. Sometimes they hadn’t. I try to learn from all feedback and improve my craft. But sometimes, the things they noticed had been there. They just took on new significance because they now knew the ending.

The elevator opened into a small lobby with a single door. A label to the side of the door read Royal Flush Suite. A fancy wooden chair with blue upholstery sat to the right of the door. The Statler had only one suite on the top floor? Space was so limited on the Cornell campus; there should have been several smaller suites.

The little man led him through the door into a small sitting room. A large, midnight blue velvet couch with little gold button accents reminiscent of the night sky sat flanked by two satin navy and beige striped chairs. A dark wood coffee table with intricately carved legs stood in the middle.

The table legs resembled cherubim, with little wings, holding bows and arrows. Bizarre. Wouldn’t the legs be carved like the bell tower or some other Cornell icon? Maybe this was what the rich donors expected when staying in the Statler’s penthouse.

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Honorary Blogger M.D. Neu: What’s Coming Next + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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What’s Coming Next

by M.D. Neu

I want to start by thanking The Blogger Girls for having me here today on my third stop of my Blog Tour for A New World-Contact (Book 1). Considering this is the first book in a planned four book series I thought I would share where I am in the series writing process and what’s coming up next.

Now that Contact has been released, I’ve started working on the edits with my editor for book two, Conviction. Conviction picks up right where Contact ends and I’m thrilled that it will be released so quickly after Contact.  Conviction will hit the stores on March 11, 2019 so you won’t have long to wait for the next installment in the series. The reason Contact and Conviction are going to be released so close together is that the two books were originally planned to be a signal novel. Instead of my amazing publisher, NineStar Press, making me cut the novel down to fit the max word count of 120,000 they agreed to break the book into two parts. Contact comes in right around 70,000 words and Conviction has a word count right about 100,000. The next couple of months should be an exciting time for anyone who loves science fiction.

As planned book three in the series is called Conspiracy and I’m pleased to announce it is complete. I’m working on my final edits now. This novel has not yet been picked up by NineStar Press, but I’m hopeful. Keep your fingers crossed.

Book four, which is yet unnamed, will be the conclusion to the series (at least that is my plan). I have the story partially outlined, but no writing has started. This novel is farther out in the pipeline, but it is being worked on.

With respect to the A New World series, four books is all I have planned at this time, but there are two ideas lingering in the back of my mind. Both are prequels and deal with the Nentraee exclusively. I think the ideas are amazing, but currently they sit on the back burner simmering away.

I have one additional project slated for release this year. The novel is called T.A.D. The Angle of Death and it comes out on June 24, 2019. For now that’s all, however I continue to move forward with new ideas and of course new worlds.

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Honorary Blogger Miranda Turner: Genesis of My Story + Excerpt!

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Genesis of My Story

by Miranda Turner

Thank you for allowing me to stop by today and share a little something about how my book came to be. My debut novel is in the urban fantasy genre, and as I enjoy sweeping story arcs, it is the first in a planned five book series following the same two main characters. There is a romantic subplot, but romance is not the main focus. Gabriel and Evander have a lot to work through before they’re ready for a HEA.

One day about five years ago, I was sitting around when a few sentences popped into my head that I felt compelled to write down. That one line later became the jumping off point for what is now a series following the same two main characters and their team of immortal warriors who will have their own spinoff series. But back then, I only had a line.

Gabriel woke to an angel beside his bed. Unfortunately, it wasn’t his dream man. It never was.”

Fast forward three years and I was going through some huge life changes when Gabriel popped into my head with his smart mouth and swagger. The line above originally had no names and even different pronouns. I’d never done anything with it. A story for it had never come to me like it had with some of my other small pieces of writing. But, as I do when a character or other idea pops into my head, I opened my work in progress folder and my ideas document. That line was at the top, and Gabriel grabbed on to it and told me it was his.

I immediately began writing and hit about the 15K mark before those huge life changes started affecting me too deeply to continue. I put it aside with all my other partially finished stories and concentrated on better establishing my editing business to be able to support myself and my children. A few months later, I moved myself and my children across the country to be closer to my family and live in the area I grew up in.

The first year we were here was mostly spent adjusting to our new normal, but the kids settled in quickly, and we were soon happily living our lives. This new, calmer existence allowed Gabriel to come back to the forefront of my mind, and he was shouting…loudly. Reading back through what I’d already written, I realized that, through all my editing work, I’d improved my own writing too. So I started over, only keeping the original starting line and finessing it a little.

From a single line and a single character, an entire world sprang into existence in my head. A world filled with angels, demons, immortal warriors, secret missions, gods and goddesses, and more. This world also has limits, and most people aren’t what they seem. There is prejudice, unfounded hatred, and all the human fallibilities packaged in the bodies of immortal and/or supernatural beings. While they have power, they don’t have perfection, and in my very biased opinion, that’s what makes them so interesting. I couldn’t stop writing their story, and for the first time in my life, I reached those all-important words. The End.

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Honorary Blogger Rhys Ford: Tutus and Tinsel + Giveaway!

Ah the holidays.

The time for family and loved ones.

Since I’m rolling out Tutus and Tinsel (a holiday short story where I take you back to Half Moon Bay and see what Deacon, Lang and Zig are up to), I wanted to also stop in on a few of my favourite couples on this tour. So, I invite you to join me as we catch up with Rook and Dante, Miki and Kane, Kai and Ryder as well as Cole and Jae over the next few days.

AND because it wouldn’t be the holiday season without a gift, I’m giving away a $25 gift certificate to the online store of the winner’s choice at EACH stop.

So sit back, grab some hot chocolate, tea or coffee and let’s catch up with some of our guys.

Much love and I hope you all have a great holiday…and be sure to stop by and see how Zig learns what family really means in Tutus and Tinsel. Release Day is December 21st and brought to you by Dreamspinner Press!

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Everything had to be perfect.

Rook knew life, as a whole, was rarely adequate much less perfect but within its thread of events lay minute sparkling moments where perfection occurred in a blink of an eye. A glance the wrong way and that moment was lost. The key to life was to string more than a few of those diamond pristine nano seconds until a longer, Nirvana-inspired experience was wrought.

That’s what he was hoping for.

If only he could get the damned Christmas tree to stand up.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect, cuervo. Sometimes—” Dante must have felt the heat in Rook’s withering, baleful look because he closed his mouth before finishing his sentence.

“It’s got to be perfect. It’s our first Christmas, right? You know that, yeah?” He paced, dropping back a few feet to glare at the tree, willing it to straighten itself. “What the hell was I thinking getting an eight foot tree? What the fuck do I know about Christmas?”

“Rook…” Dante drawled, catching his attention.

What?

“Breathe.” He walked over to the tree to grab its — Rook didn’t even know what to call that part of the tree; possibly its neck — and shook it a few times before tapping it back down on the floor. The tree literally sighed and gave up its tilt, anchoring itself into the stand Rook battled with a few minutes before. “There. And listen to me, nothing has to be perfect. So long as you and I are together, everything can go to Hell and we’ll be fine.”

They were as opposite as any two people could be; a badge-to-the-bone LAPD detective and a former cat burglar who’d figured he’d pushed his luck as far as it could go and had gone straight because he known it was only a matter of time before he’d be caught. Despite Dante’s parents kicking him off the family tree when he came out to them, he’d experienced a happy childhood and forged a strong relationship with his maternal uncle, Manny, a former drag queen and Rook’s current shop manager. Rook’s childhood was much different. He’d been dragged up in the middle of a rotating cycle of carnies and conmen while his mother worked her way through the circuit. Beanie had been a woman of loose morals and even looser ethics but she’d at least left Rook alone for the most part.

Although why she’d left her richer-than-God family to slum under the Big Top was a mystery no one seemed to have an answer for. Yes, her father Archibald was an asshole and Rook butted heads with the old man plenty of times since Archie reached out to him but they had their own rhythm… and if Rook didn’t look too hard at the old man, he didn’t see his own faults mirrored right back at him.

Dante was a different story. So far the detective had tried to pin him for burglary, fucked him, arrest him for murder, help prove Rook was innocent and eventually fall in love with him.

Rook in return did the only sensible thing any man could do; he fell in love with the serious-minded, handsome Hispanic detective right back.

It was just that Christmas was turning into a bitch and a half and Rook didn’t have a clue on how to stop it from getting worse.

“Come help me get the ornaments up on the tree.” Dante began opening the boxes they’d brought out from Rook’s storage area from his inventory warehouse. “And where’d you get all this stuff? Thought you said this was your first tree.”

“Kind of, yeah.” He sat down on the couch, reaching to drag one of the boxes closer. “Mostly this is from estate sales. Anything I found that was December holiday related, I stuck into storage. Figured eventually I’d want to do this whole Christmas thing some day so I saved shit.”

The look Dante gave him was one Rook couldn’t decipher. He’d seen it before and despite its infrequent appearance, he hadn’t quite figured it out. On some level, it disturbed him that Dante had a secret expression Rook couldn’t crack, especially since he’d pretty much lived on his wits and ability to read people for years before he’d hooked up with a law-abiding lifestyle but asking seemed… treacherous so he kept silent, hoping one day to get a clue.

It wasn’t forthcoming any more now than it was the last twenty or so times Dante’s face looked that way.

“So let me get this straight,” Dante murmured, leaving the boxes alone to crouch down in front of Rook. While it was nice not to crane his head back to look at his lover, Dante’s gentle voice set off a wave of alarms in Rook’s brain. “You’ve been saving dead people’s holiday stuff for years now? Just in case you might get a tree?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, there’s memories there in those things. I don’t have memories. Well, not good ones. Not of Christmas. Or kind of anything Beanie wasn’t exactly the cookies waiting for me after school kind of mom.” Having Dante so close was distracting. Much more distracting than simply having a hot guy practically kneeling in front of him. “It’s hard to explain.”

“I know. And I’m trying to understand,” Dante murmured, resting his hand on Rook’s knee. “And this isn’t going to sound good but I don’t know how else to put it. It’s kind of like you’re gathering up leftover memories.”

“Babe, that’s what I do for a living. That’s all I ever do. There’s threads that we can’t see connecting us to stuff in the past and I collect those things so other people can have them again.” Rook leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling because he didn’t trust himself to speak while staring into Dante’s soulful honey-brown eyes. “Sometimes it’s the little things like a toy they got in a cereal box because they don’t make that kind of cereal anymore and it was a treat their mom would only buy once in a while. And maybe their mom’s dead now that’s something that brings her back. Or it’s a baseball signed by some player a little girl had a crush on when she was nine but see, he really wasn’t famous but she met him once and he was nice to her. And it could’ve been a day she really needed somebody to be nice to her.

“That’s kind of why I keep all of this stuff because a lot of it old and someone had enough of their lives wrapped into this shit that it meant something. And I’m never going to know what those stories are but I can imagine,” he said, his voice growing hoarse for some reason. “Everything with Beanie was never real, never permanent. There wasn’t anything we did every year to hold us together. Fuck, sometimes we have to ditch everything we owned because we were either one step ahead of the law or running from someone she stole from. And I guess I feel like if I toss any of this away, I’m throwing away these people who see the plate on Christmas Eve to wrap things for their kids or lit a candle for over a week to commemorate them not running out of oil long ago. I don’t know. I just feel like whenever I find this stuff in what I buy, I should hold onto it. And maybe pick through all the boxes and find stuff I like so I can continue their memories.”

“But you could have had trees before this,” Dante reminded him gently. “You didn’t have to keep this stuff in storage. You could have —”

“I never wanted to build something with someone before you,” Rook whispered, dropping his head down and cupping Dante’s strong jaw in his hands. “I probably will donate or do something with a lot of it but I wanted to have someone with me when I started looking at other people’s stories. Or at least began imagining where something had been or why it was important. Everything I’ve had in my life has been leftovers. Or at least when I was growing up they were. There was never anything new and it was always a struggle but I knew one day I would find someone I loved and they would give me their childhood to share, their heart to hold onto. So I guess, you’re that guy. You’re the one I want to dig through boxes with and make up stories about why there’s a one eyed reindeer made out of pipe cleaner tucked in with expensive crystal ornaments.”

“Let me guess, you’ll be keeping the reindeer,” Dante said, chuckling.

“Yeah, probably.” Rook grinned at Dante’s deep rolling laugh then stole a kiss the smile could leave Dante’s lips. “No matter what’s in those boxes or whatever we end up putting on the tree, you are always going to be the one who lights up my Christmas and warms my heart. I don’t give a shit about the crystal or even if we found stacks of gold coins in those boxes. Nothing’s going to be as important to me as you. So, let’s dig through this crap and maybe go out and buy some pipe cleaners. I think it’s time we make our own one eyed reindeer so we have something to hang on our tree every year.”

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Honorary Blogger Davidson King: Going From Writer to Author + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Going From Writer to Author

by Davidson King

I know, it’s such an odd subject. Aren’t writers already authors? For years I struggled with this. Of course, I was always writing from a young age. Little stories forever hidden away in composition notebooks away from prying eyes. They were safe in my bookshelf and for me only. I called myself a writer and a dreamer.

As I got older, I was asked what I liked to do in my spare time. I said I like to write, and the rebuttal was, “Oh, you’re an author?” And I always said no. Because nothing of mine was ever published and I felt the titles deserved their own respects. It wasn’t until I published, and I realized how much more went into getting a book out there than just the writing that authors deserved that title.

I don’t frown on people who say they are authors but have never published. Not at all. This is of course my own opinion. Each book goes through grueling situations. First, we surround ourselves with the passion of the written word, building our worlds, embracing our plot. Then comes the other fifty steps after you write The End.

The right cover, the blurb, the formatter, the choice of self-publishing or submitting to a publisher, wondering do you go Amazon exclusive or not, the editor, the betas, the proofreader, the funds to support it all.

Yeah, there’s a lot. And once you’ve driven that road you understand the difference between a writer and an author. I didn’t always but I do now.

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Honorary Blogger M.J. Edwards: The Husband’s Tale + Excerpt & Giveaway!

My novel The Escort’s Tale is a bisexual romance, told from the perspective of the sex worker Jasper Dylan, who sees clients under the working name of JD Pierce. One day Alethia Ballantine contacts Jasper; her husband Nick has suffered a spinal cord injury, is in a wheelchair, and can no longer walk or make love to her. Alethia and Nick have decided to hire a professional escort in an attempt to deal with the issues in their sex life.

Chapter Three describes Jasper’s first meeting with Nick when the escort arrives at their apartment, from Jasper’s perspective. The thoughts, fears and hopes of Nick Ballantine in that first meeting seemed like a story worth telling, though. Each stop on my blog tour for The Escort’s Tale contains a section of Nick’s story, in something I had to call…

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The Husband’s Tale

by M.J. Edwards

Part 7

[Previously] JD glances at me, and the flash of fire in his eyes quickly changes to concern.

Ali looks over too, and I watch her physically withdraw from JD. I’m fucking this up for her, but I don’t know what to do. My hearth thumps painfully. This was a terrible idea, and I’m a terrible husband for putting her in this position. For holding out hope that she’d have a man fuck her like she hasn’t been fucked in eighteen months.

JD rises from the sofa, then crouches again to rest a hand on Ali’s knee. My pulse pounds until I hear blood rush in my ears. This is it. He’s touching my wife, and my face flushes with heat. I grip the wheels of my chair, jealousy and fear shaking me to my soul.

And then quiet descends like the first snowfall of winter. Heart rate slowing, my eyes drift to my right wrist. JD has reached out and wrapped his fingers firmly around me there. The warmth and strength of his grip soothe me into forgetting my nerves. I glance up and realize that the three of us now form a circuit, JD connecting me with my wife in a new and unlikely configuration. His touch drains away my fear and leaves behind it calm.

Underneath that, I feel a low thrum of anticipation.

“I know this is new to you,” JD says softly, looking between Ali and me. “And what’s new can be a little frightening. But I’m here for you. For both of you. You’ve talked about this, and you’ve decided this is an experience you need to try. Together. Right?” Ali nods, and JD stares into my eyes. “Right?” he prompts.

I swallow hard around the lump that tries to reappear in my throat, but I make myself nod. He’s right; we need to try. In the end, it’s just an experience. If we don’t like it, then we don’t repeat it. Simple as that.

“Good,” JD says. “I want to make something clear. I have no expectations. I’m here for the two of you. We go as far as you are comfortable, and no further. Maybe we do nothing but kiss.”

I look at Ali, and our eyes hold. I hear everything that she’s telling me with her silvery gaze. She loves me. She’s attracted to JD. She wants to see this through, but she won’t go forward if I’m not sure. We can find another solution, or try this one again some other time. With some other man, who doesn’t raise unsettling questions in my head, and who doesn’t make Ali so excited.  

No. Ali’s ready to try. I started this with my fall, with my ruined spine, with my insistence that she let another man give her what I can’t. JD’s hand on my wrist gives me the courage to nod at her. We’re Nick and Alethia Ballantine, badass husband and wife. We’ll see the next step of our path through together.

JD’s grip on me relaxes slightly, and I see a smile glimmer in his blue eyes. Somehow I think he knows what Ali and I just said to each other with an exchange of glances. I like to think he’s happy at our decision.

The escort rises to his feet. “Why don’t we go into the bedroom, and see what happens?”

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I hope you’ve enjoyed this glimpse into the head of Nick. If you’re intrigued and want to know more about my sexy couple and the man they’ve hired, follow the buy link or check out The Escort’s Tale at my website.

To read the rest of Nick’s story, you can follow the links for each prior stop of my blog tour:

12/10 IndiGo (Part 1)

12/10 MainelyStories (Part 2)

12/11 Bayou Book Junkie (Part 3)

12/11 Valerie Ullmer | Romance Author (Part 4)

12/12 Love Bytes (Part 5)

12/13 J. Scott Coatsworth (Part 6)

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Honorary Blogger Estella Mirai: Why a Phantom Retelling? + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Why a Phantom Retelling?

by Estella Mirai

One of the most common questions I’ve been asked since The Stars May Rise and Fall was announced is, “Why a Phantom retelling?”

Oddly enough, though, that’s the one aspect of this story that was never a question for me at all. This is actually the third Phantom retelling I’ve attempted to write. The first was set on a space station, was aesthetically inspired by that opera scene from The Fifth Element, and took what was probably non-so-subtle inspiration from late-20th-century music-inspired science fiction like Orson Scott Card’s Songmaster or Anne McCaffrey’s Crystal Singer series. I was maybe 15 or 16, and I definitely never showed it to anyone.

The second was a fairly typical modern-day M/F AU, which I started writing after I got into Phantom fanfiction after the release of the movie version of the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical in 2005. There wasn’t anything very special about it—Christine was a college student, the Phantom was a reclusive genius who saw how special she was when her teachers couldn’t, etc. I didn’t get very far into it before I just got tired of it, partly because there wasn’t anything to really set it apart from dozens of other fanfics that had been written before, and partly because that was around the time I started working on what would become The Stars May Rise and Fall, and that quickly took all of my creative attention!

But even though it’s always been a question of when, and what kind, rather than whether I was going to write a Phantom retelling, I still think I can answer that why question.

Various incarnations of the Phantom story have always resonated with me. Like a lot of people, my first introduction to the story came from the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical—although, because I lived in the middle of nowhere, and the nearest auditorium where SOME touring musicals would occasionally come wasn’t big enough to handle the Phantom sets, I didn’t get to see it live for years. So I had the London cast recording with Michael Crawford and Sarah Brightman, and I had to sort of fill in the details and the visuals on my own, since the Internet at the time was all dial-up and we definitely didn’t have bootlegs on YouTube. I got some things wrong, but I actually think that’s kind of cool… now I have my own “headcanon” version and the actual stage version to act as inspiration.

Like a lot of readers and writers, I was an awkward kid, and my heart ached for the Phantom—not that I’d been shunned by society and forced to live under a opera house or anything, but I knew how it felt to be so sure that people wouldn’t like me that I never really gave them a chance to, or to try so hard to win someone’s affection in all the wrong ways. I also longed to be Christine, to find someone who DID see something special in me. Of course, Christine and the Phantom aren’t exactly the picture of a healthy relationship, and while it’s sad, it also feels right that they don’t end up together. Still, there are a lot of universal themes in that story that are probably the biggest reason it remains so popular, in so many different incarnations, more than a hundred years after the publication of the original novel.

I also wanted to write a retelling, in part, because there are so many existing versions of the story. The original novel by Gaston Leroux is itself a kind of retelling of the Beauty and the Beast story, and most of the subsequent versions don’t follow the novel (which is more of a mystery than a romance) very closely to begin with. As a young teen, I started seeking out as many different versions of the story as I could, and I loved the way there were so many different takes on it. The 1962 film starring Herbert Lom moved the setting from Paris to London, and was the first instance of a Phantom who had been disfigured through injury, rather than at birth. The 1990 film starring Charles Dance gives the Phantom a different backstory and a father. The Lloyd Webber musical gives Meg Giry a bigger role, makes Christine a dancer (which she was not in the original), and introduces the half-mask. One of my very favorite retellings, though, is the 1974 Brian dePalma film, Phantom of the Paradise. It reuses the “genius composer whose music is stolen” storyline from the Lom film, and introduces paranormal elements inspired by Faust and The Picture of Dorian Grey, while also being a sharp satirical commentary on the commercialization of art and the blurred line between entertainment and reality. It deviates significantly from the original novel (and from the musical, which didn’t even exist when it was made), but that’s a part of what I love about it. That film, more than any other, was probably what really inspired me to retell the Phantom story in a very different place and time, with different characters and additional themes.

One of the most fascinating things about releasing this book and doing guest posts like this has been the opportunity to look back and think about all of the influences that have—consciously or otherwise—gone into my writing over the years. I enjoy retellings because they take the themes and basic premise of the original story and bring to them new elements that only the author of the new could have provided. I hope readers will enjoy my take on the Phantom story, colored by a very different setting and time, and by my own connection to all variations of the source material—from the novel to the musical, and beyond.

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Honorary Blogger Morgan Brice: Psychic Sleuthing + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Psychic Sleuthing

by Morgan Brice

I love pretty much anything supernatural or paranormal. That includes ghosts, psychics, mediums, monsters, magic…you get the picture.

I also really love mysteries. I’ve been hooked since I was a kid (Scooby-Doo remains, to this day, one of my favorite shows). I grew up reading mystery books, and I especially love paranormal mysteries, as well as crime dramas with a magical component.

And I’m also a big fan of books, movies and TV shows about monster hunters, including Supernatural, Van Helsing, Wynonna Earp, and the Harry Dresden books, to name a few.

On the non-romance side of my writing, as Gail Z. Martin, I write three urban fantasy series (Deadly Curiosities, the Night Vigil, and—co-written with Larry N. Martin—Spells, Salt and Steel) all of them in one way or another about hunting monsters, getting rid of cursed and haunted objects, fighting demons, and saving the world from supernatural threats.

So was it any surprise that when I started writing male/male romance it was going to be urban fantasy/paranormal? Let’s think about this: ghosts plus mystery plus crime plus sexy main characters? Hello!

In my Badlands series—which includes my Christmas novella, Lucky Town—Simon Kincaide is a psychic medium, so he gets glimpses of the future and can talk to ghosts. He teams up with skeptical cop Vic D’Amato to hunt down supernatural killers in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.

Simon also has made connections with what he calls his ‘Skeleton Crew’—people with low-level, untrained psychic gifts who also live and work in Myrtle Beach. Often, their abilities have caused them trouble and heartache, because they didn’t have anyone to guide them, or they didn’t understand how to use their gifts. Simon tries to teach his Crew how to manage their abilities without causing further harm to others or themselves, and they become an intelligence network for him, letting Simon know what they hear when things get dicey.

My Witchbane series also has a a big mystery at the center of the plot. Seth Tanner’s brother, Jesse, was killed by a dark warlock, part of a cycle of ritual killings that has gone on for a century. Seth vows to find the warlocks involved, and stop the murders. He never expects to fall in love with the warlocks’ next victim. Once he and Evan get together, the race is on to find the rest of the intended victims and warlocks and stop the murders once and for all—or die trying.

I try very hard to make my books solidly urban fantasy/paranormal mystery AND solidly male/male romance, which is for me, the best of both worlds. I want to give you a spooky, scary, sexy and suspenseful thrill ride, that ends with a happily ever after and the bad guys muttering, “And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for those meddling men!”

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Honorary Blogger CJane Elliott: Day Off + Excerpt & Giveaway

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Day Off

by CJane Elliott

Hi, all! I’m CJane Elliott here to share about my new release, The Kinsey Scale. Thanks to The Blogger Girls for being the first stop on my blog tour. The Kinsey Scale is a cute college contemporary which features mixed-up boys who are hot for each other. Fun!

The Kinsey Scale starts when Eric and Will discover they have to share a dorm room. They are college seniors who are co-RAs (resident assistants who live in freshman dorms to help counsel the students). RAs usually get their own rooms but not this year because where’s the fun in that? Not only do Eric and Will seem like polar opposites but now they’re stuck with each other in a small dorm room all year. (Yes, authors are evil and love to torture their characters.)

I thought I’d have Will and Eric talk about what they enjoy doing on their days off. This conversation takes place when they’ve been roomies only a short time and the differences between them are obvious.

ERIC: One of the things I enjoy the most is sleeping in. I’m usually out dancing until late on Friday so the priority Saturday is spending as much time as possible in bed. [glances at Will] With or without someone in it with me.

WILL: Hmm.

ERIC: Go on, Will, tell them how you spend your weekends. I never know because you’re always over at Jessie’s. You all probably get up early and go play Frisbee or do something athletic, right? Or watch the football games on TV, huh? Soooo exciting.

WILL:  Something like that. But before that exciting stuff, I cook breakfast.

ERIC: You cook?

WILL: [stares Eric down] Yeah. Why? Is that so hard to believe?

ERIC: Oh, um, no. I’m just jealous because we’re stuck in this dorm room with no kitchen.

WILL: And you’re assuming I’d cook for you if we had one.

ERIC: [winsome smile] I bet you would.

WILL: Naw, I’d be out doing ‘something athletic’ way before you even wake up. We like hiking.

ERIC: Sounds… tiring.

WILL: Being out in nature rocks. You should try it sometime. So once you wake up, what else do you do on weekends? If anything.

ERIC: Hey! I’m very productive. I hang out with Jerry and Tyrone. Get a massage at the spa. Go shopping. And don’t forget play rehearsals once a new production starts up.

WILL: And these are all things you enjoy.

ERIC: Of course.

WILL: Okay, then.

I think I’ll stop them there while they’re trading glares! Never fear, they get to their happy ending… eventually.

Thanks for stopping in today. Enjoy The Kinsey Scale.

For the next stop on the Kinsey Scale blog tour, check out MM Good Book Reviews tomorrow, 11/11. I’ll have an exclusive excerpt which shows the boys having warmed up to each other. Too bad that means the sexual tension is beginning to heat up too!

Comment below with what you enjoy doing on your day off.

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Honorary Blogger Colette Davison: Second Chances + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Second Chances

by Colette Davison

Why I Left You is a second chance romance about two young men reconnecting after four years of being apart. They have painful memories to traverse in order to reach their happy ever after. They also have to rediscover who the other is. More than being a second chance romance, it’s about Jamie seizing his second chance at life and happiness after a failed suicide attempt.

The whole Why I… series is very much about second chances.

In Why I Need You, Noah has to decide if he wants to give Fin a second chance, after he discovers the early stages of their relationship was based on mistruths. For Fin, telling the truth becomes something he puts off, believing he’ll lose the man he’s falling in love with. Of course, keeping his truths to himself means that’s exactly what happens, but not for the reasons he was afraid of.

In Why I Trust You, Ryan isn’t sure he can explore a second chance at love, after escaping an abusive relationship. Martin has to help him see that trust is possible, despite the horrors of his past.

Why did I decide to write about second chances?

I think in life we all wish we had at least one do-over (or, more likely, several dozen). How many times have you wished you’d done or said something different? How many times have you regretted your actions? I’m amazing at running through things in my head, wondering what I could do differently, if only I had a second chance at that one moment in time where I screwed up.

Do-overs don’t exist; we can’t go back in time. That doesn’t mean we can’t make things right in other ways, or receive forgiveness from those with hurt. It doesn’t mean the people around us won’t give us a second chance.

Second chances should be seized when they are given to us. Make the most of them. They are things to be treasured. My characters in the Why I… series are not perfect. They make mistakes, some of which are colossal. However, the people who love them provide them with that precious second chance. It’s making the most of those opportunities that allow each couple to reach their happy endings.

The next time you’re presented with a second chance, make the most of it. Who knows, maybe it’ll lead you to your own happy ever after.

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