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by Teodora Kostova
“What would you say if I told you that I’m putting all my current projects on hold and writing a gay romance book?” I asked one of my closest friends a few months ago.
“I think that’s great!” she responded without a hint of hesitation.
Yeah, great. Only, I never planned this. My inner control freak was freaking the hell out. I love reading MM romance books, but writing them? What if I fail miserably? What if people hate it? What if I hate it? What if…
I can go on and on with the ‘what ifs’. In the end of the day, I had no choice. The story was so huge inside of me that I had to sit down and write it or there would have been no space in my mind for anything else.
I’ll always remember the day Jared and Fenix’s story hit me so hard my hands started shaking. I was watching this amazing musical at the Apollo in London’s West End. The two main male characters had such extraordinary chemistry, even though they were friends, not romantically involved. My mind started drifting as I watched, asking question after question and finding the answers itself. By the time the musical was over, I had half the book already in my head. As we were exiting the theatre, I saw a poster advertising another show performed at the same theatre – a matinee musical aimed at younger audiences.
And there it was. It all clicked so fast and so well that I literally dragged my husband home and started jotting down notes.
Six weeks later, Dance was done and shipped off to the editor. I felt exhausted and yet so accomplished. I never thought I’d write another book again (I say this after finishing every book), and a gay romance at that! Who would have thought?
Wait, what would people think about that? Now that the manuscript was finished I had so much work on my hands – promotion, marketing, swag design, blog tour… How was I supposed to do all that when my audience was waiting for a straight romance book, the third in a series no less? How was I supposed to approach all bloggers I knew and ask them to review my current gay romance book? Did I need to write it under a pseudonym? Did I have to create this whole new persona? New Twitter and Facebook accounts, new contacts, new me?
Lots of people I went for advice to answered yes to all these questions. And yet, my gut feeling was screaming NO.
Why would I do this? It’s my book. I’m as proud of it as I’m of all my books. True, lots of hardcore MM romance fans are biased against authors who write in both genres and even say they’d never pick a book written by such an author. I respect that – everyone’s entitled to their own reading preferences. However, I’m free to do as I sit fit with my own books, too.
Soon, I was a genre crosser with both straight and gay romance books under my belt.
It wasn’t easy convincing people to give my book a chance. But it was worth it. So many of my readers who have never read MM romance before, picked it up simply because it’s my book. And so many of them loved it and went on searching for more books in the genre. I can’t even begin to express how much this alone means to me.
There are currently over seven billion people on this Earth and each and every one of them is different. People should not be cast into groups, judged by clichéd stereotypes and denied basic human rights. Differences should be embraced and encouraged – that’s the beauty of humankind. Diversity is what moves the world forward.
I’ve always said that the way to full equality and acceptance is merging the lines – there shouldn’t be gay weddings and gay books and gay movies and gay couples. We should strike the gay off. It’s life. It’s people. It’s their stories and their joys and their hardships and their children, jobs, houses.
By introducing gay, straight, trans*, bisexual, asexual characters in books, all books, we as authors are helping blur those lines. We’re burning the walls surrounding the artificially created groups and connecting people in a wonderful way.
Would it have been easier to have started from scratch and created a whole new author just for my MM romance books? Probably. People wouldn’t have been biased about my work just because I also write straight romance, and it would have made things much simpler.
But the way I’m doing it, along with more and more amazing authors, is the right way. The way that will help the world move forward and be better for future generations.

Jared Hartley is happy. He has a starring role in a popular West End musical, great friends, adoring fans and his own flat in Central London. A relationship is not something he has ever really wanted. Making big plans for the future is not in his nature – Jared is content with his single status and enjoying all the benefits of that lifestyle.
He doesn’t even realise something is missing in his life.
Until he meets Fenix.
Fenix Bergman has a dream – to perform on Broadway. When he gets offered the lead role in Poison – a new musical based in London, he accepts, immediately recognising the huge potential of the show.
Fenix thinks he has his life completely figured out – he will move to London, help Poison become the new West End hit and bide his time until Broadway comes knocking on his door. He has never wished for anything else but proving to himself and the world that he is a performer worthy of the biggest theatre stage.
Until he meets Jared.
Jared and Fenix’s lives collide and they fill each other’s missing pieces. Neither of them expects to feel so much, so fast for the other.
Neither of them expects to need someone so badly when love hasn’t even been in their plans.
But when Fenix’s star becomes too bright for London, will the dream he’s chased all his life ruin the dream he’s holding in his hands?
Will he survive getting everything he’s ever wanted?
Will Jared?
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“You wanna tell me what’s been bothering you all evening?” Jared asked casually.
“Huh?”
“You’ve been distracted all through dinner and even now. I know something’s bothering you so you might just as well tell me,” Jared said and resumed his insanely tender pattern tracing on Fenix’s hip.
Even though Fenix wanted to tell him, he was reluctant to.
“Fen?” Jared encouraged gently. The use of that particular nickname broke down Fenix’s last defences. He sighed.
“I don’t want you to move in with Adam while the renovations last,” he said finally, his voice level and as devoid of emotion as he could make it. For a second, Jared looked confused, but then it dawned on him, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
“Are you jealous?” he asked, grinning.
“No,” Fenix denied on an instinct, making Jared laugh.
“You are!”
Fenix hadn’t expected Jared to laugh wholeheartedly at that and pushed his hand away, flopping onto his back. Jared followed him immediately, stretching on top of him and forcing him to meet his eyes.
“You have no reason to be. Adam and I are friends; we’ve always been friends, even when we fucked,” Jared said softly, his gorgeous, pink, wet lips just an inch from Fenix’s. His jealousy flared even more.
“You said he was your first. That kinda leaves a lasting memory,” he said.
There. Proper jealous boyfriend routine.
“But that’s what it is – a memory. If we wanted to be together, we would have been. We just don’t want to.”
That did nothing to ease Fenix’s mind. He felt stupid and irrational and out of line for even mentioning it. He hated that he’d even opened his big mouth, and he was afraid Jared might hate it too.
“Baby? There’s more, I can see it in your eyes,” Jared said, his voice so calm and gentle. No judgement. No impatience. Fenix decided to let it all out, and if Jared decided it was too much to handle, then so be it. But he could not spend the next three weeks keeping all that inside. He opened his mouth and ranted without even pausing for breath.
“Yes, I’m jealous. Even when you say that you’re nothing more than friends, I’m still jealous. He was your first lover and you’ll never forget that. He’ll always be special to you. But what I hate even more than that is the fact that I feel this way, because we just met two days ago! I have no right to feel this way, we’re not in a relationship or anything, we don’t know anything about each other. And yet, the thought of not spending a single night with you drives me crazy, let alone three fucking weeks. I want you to stay with me, not with Adam. I want to tell you that I don’t want to fuck anybody else and I don’t want you to fuck anybody else either. I want…” Fenix paused, his voice growing quiet at Jared’s expression. He had not expected that. “You. I want you, Jared. How can I want you so much after two days? It scares the hell out of me.”
Jared stared at him. He was shocked, but he wasn’t angry. He wasn’t pulling back as if he thought Fenix was crazy. That was a good sign, right?
“You want me to stay with you?” he asked finally.
“Yes.”
Jared’s lips pulled back in a stunning, happy grin. His eyes danced as he kept staring at Fenix as if searching for a sign he was leading him on.
“And you want to be exclusive?”
“Yes!” Fenix confirmed, unable to stop the joyful grin appearing on his own lips.
“I don’t care how long we’ve known each other, Fen. This feels right. I want you, too. I want everything with you,” Jared said as he kissed him, tangling his hands in Fenix’s hair and relaxing his body on top of him. All too soon he pulled back and rested on his side again, tugging Fenix to follow him. When they were facing each other again, Jared moved even closer, leaving just an inch between their lips. “You know how in books and movies at the end, just before the happily ever after, they always say, ‘I knew you were the one the moment I saw you’, or ‘I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with you when I first met you’?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t wanna waste that time – the time between realising that and actually saying it. I don’t wanna bend to society’s rules about how long we should be together before I tell you ‘I love you’ or before I know you’re it. Because I knew it the moment I lay eyes on you, Fenix. Something inside me woke up and jumped and pointed at you and shouted: ‘That’s him. That’s the guy for you.’ You’re it for me, love. I know it here,” he took Fenix’s hand and placed it on his chest, right over his heart. “And I don’t care what anybody else says.”
“You’re it for me, too, Jared.”

Hi, my name is Teodora and I live in London with my husband Ted and my son Jason. I’ve been writing ever since I can remember, but it became my full time job in 2010 when I decided that everything else I’ve tried bores me to death and I have to do what I’ve always wanted to do, but never had to guts to fully embrace. I’ve been a journalist, an editor, a personal assistant and an interior designer among another things, but as soon as the novelty of the new, exciting job wears off, I always go back to writing. Being twitchy, impatient, loud and hasty are not qualities that help a writer, because I have to sit alone, preferably still, and write for most of the day, but I absolutely love it. It’s the only time that I’m truly at peace and the only thing I can do for more than ten minutes at a time – my son has a bigger attention span than me.
When I’m procrastinating, I like to go to the gym, cook Italian meals (and eat them), read, listen to rock music, watch indie movies and True Blood re-runs. Or, in the worst case scenario, get beaten at every Wii game by a six year old.
Don’t be shy and get in touch – I love connecting with my readers. You can reach Teodora on her Blog, Twitter, Facebook or email her at t.t.kostova@gmail.com.

This giveaway will have TWO winners! One winner will win a signed paperback copy of Dance while the other will win a Dance swag pack. Here’s a pic of what these winners can look forward to!
The giveaway starts now and ends August 19, 2014 at 11:59 p.m. To enter, just click the link below!
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by R.L. Rushing
The first book of Cursed Existence Collection, MissRebel Nights, was born from a collection of nightmares I managed to write down over a year or so. For as long as I can remember, my dreams have been terrifyingly vivid. In my late twenties, whenever I would wake from a dream, I would jot them down in the notepad on my phone. Somehow, that process kept me from falling right back asleep and into the same twisted dreams. Around the age of thirty, I began having end of the world dreams. Every night of my life, I watched as the entire world collapsed. The eerie feeling of impending doom followed me like a dark cloud throughout the day and back into the night, when I would be slammed with yet another reminder of my numbered breaths. One of those war torn nights, I started cataloging my dream and decided not to stop. I wove the nightmares together with inflated bits and pieces from my years as a run-away.
When MissRebel Nights reached its final ellipsis, I immediately dove into the back stories of Melysa and Kata. They are two characters with whom Rebel shares interesting abilities. Melysious Intent and Katastrophic Decisions both tell their own stories of how the ladies came to meet Rebel. Each of the first three books are written in a way that they can each be read in any order. My mind is a jumbled, unorganized mess, so it’s only fitting that the Cursed Existence Collection is released in the same manner.
I hope you enjoy the gritty, imperfect lives of Rebel, Kata and Melysa as much as I have enjoyed breathing life into their essence.
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If you’re in the New Orleans area on Saturday, August 16th, R.L. Rushing will be attending the New Orleans Author & Reader Convention. To purchase advance tickets, please visit Eventbrite. If you haven’t gotten lost in the Cursed Existence Collection, you can find the ebooks at Amazon: Melysious Intent, MissRebel Night, Katastrophic Decisions.

Melysious Intent serves as the back story of Melysa Makenzie, a mind reader. It takes place before she’s thrust into the hellhole which is Ledger Headquarters.
Recovering from physical scars that pale in comparison to the jagged emotional reminders left behind by her drug addicted boyfriend, Melysa Makenzie meets a breathtakingly handsome man named Gabriel Soileau who is intent on showing her a love she has never before known. Due to a life altering encounter, ArtWorx, the advertising firm by which she is employed as a graphic designer, scores a once in a lifetime contract with Gabriel’s revolutionary new airline. When Melysa, not only walks away with the grand prize, but also the clients heart and soul, her co-workers are none too happy. As she works to expand the HydroAir brand, outside forces work to take her down. Is her life at risk simply because of jilted ex co-workers, or is it because she is a telepath?
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“Gather around, everyone, we have an announcement to make.” Gabriel calls the room to order. “I’d like to welcome everyone to theHydroAir wrap party. Congratulations are in order to each and every one of you for working so diligently to complete the stringent demands of our company. We are very pleased with the level of productivity and quality shown throughout the process. With this deadline now passed, a new one approaches. The first commercial flight ofHydroAir will begin taking passengers in less than five months. Thanks to you, we are now fully prepared on the marketing front. We would like to extend a special thanks to Ms.MelysaMakenzie for her design concept and execution. Melysa has worked tirelessly since being presented with this task and has exhibited the utmost in professionalism.” Applause echoes through the house. “Dave, I think you have a few words to say?”
“Mr. Soileau, and the rest of the Soileau family,” He starts, but with slurred, mumbling diction. “It has been our privilege to present our work for you. We’re all proud of what we’ve handed over to you and only hope we will be able to serve you for years to come. I’d also like to thank Mr. Billie Tate for opening his home to us to enjoy tonight. Everyone, give yourselves a round of applause for all of the hard work and long hours. Make sure to grab a glass of champagne and a dance partner. Let’s get this little party started.” It’s quite possible Dave has already had one too many glasses of champagne. This is a business wrap party, not a kegger. The crowd disperses and continues with their individual conversations.
Gabriel walks straight back to me. “May I have this dance?”
“No one else is dancing, Gabe. We’ll look silly.”
“I just want an excuse to hold you close. Seeing as how I own the company throwing this party, I’m willing to bet it’ll be okay for us to be the only ones dancing. Besides, I bet everyone else is just waiting for someone to be the first.” Tilting those dark eyebrows down at me, he drapes one of my arms over his shoulder and the other around his waist. Skimming my left jaw line with his attentive fingers, he looks into my eyes with all the intensity in the world.
“Gabriel, people are staring.” This could be embarrassing.
“Let them stare, Doll. That’s kind of the point. I’m yours. I want them all to see.” Is he kidding me right now? I start to pull back and he strengthens his grip on me. Brushing a few strands of hair behind my ear, he whispers. “Melysa Makenzie, you are the most stunning woman in this room. I can’t keep my eyes off you and I’m finding it really hard to keep my hands to myself. Just dance with me, beautiful. Okay?”
We are pretty much dancing already anyway, but I nod in agreement. Being this close, breathing his cedar scent, feeling his heart beat, it’s all so soothing. I quit thinking about the rest of the people here. I quit thinking about the job I have and the job which has been offered to me. I quit thinking about Seth and how the damage he inflicted on me is bound to rub off on this perfect Soileau family. For this moment, it’s just the two of us.
Dave taps Gabriel’s shoulder and rips me from my perfect world. “May I cut in?” So much for that moment. Gabe graciously bows out and allows Dave to step in. Our dance stance is a little more formal.
“So, you banging the owner?”
“What?!”
He tightens his hold. “Let me get this straight. You actually win the contract over me when I’m obviously more qualified. Acquire a car that isn’t even on the market and is bound to cost more than two years of your salary. Now you’re dancing with him for all the room to see. Hmmm. If it looks like a duck and sounds like a duck…” His grip on me increasingly intensifies as do the black pupils of his eyes. I’m pretty sure he’s going to leave bruises. “That pussy must be some kind of good. I think I’m just going to have to try it out for myself.” The smell of whiskey on his breath is sickening and overpowering, but that isn’t what makes me feel nauseous. One arm clutches me closer, crushingly. His other hand drops down between us and begins groping at the material protecting my vagina. Thank goodness I’m wearing the dress, otherwise, nothing would keep his hand from dipping between my legs. “I’m gonna fuck that pussy ‘til it breaks. Then you’re fired. You hear me, cunt?”
“Dave, you’re obviously drunk. Let me go!”
“I will do no such thing. The least you can do, is admit to being a little money-grubbing whore.”
See, now this I’m more familiar with. This is how men behave. “I’ll admit to nothing, Dave. If you know what’s best for you, you’ll let me go.”
“So, you take the money and the vacation and the rest of us are left to clean up after you once again while you’re away. Is that how this goes? I shouldn’t have even let you come back.”
“Let me come back? Asshole, I put out more work in one week than half the people in your office combined. And you clean up after me? What the fuck? You have no idea what happened to me. You have no right to talk to me this way.”
Releasing the fabric of my dress, his hand moves quickly to slap me across the face. From across the room, Gabriel sees the impact and the distress on my face.
“Take your hands off her. Now!” Whipping me around, he asks what Dave said to upset me. Not wanting to start any drama, I just shrug my shoulders and tell him I should go.
“That’s right, run along, you greedy little whore. I’ll see you on Monday and we can finish our discussion in private. Maybe I’ll finally figure out what’s so special about that pussy while you’re riding my cock, bitch.”
Wrong thing to say! Right in the middle of everyone in attendance, Gabriel slugs him. Within seconds, I’m surrounded by Soileau brothers. Alex sweeps in and fists Dave’s collar. “What’d he do, Gabe?”
“He disrespected Melysa. He has two seconds to apologize or I’ll make him regret it.”
I pull on Gabe and beg him to let it go. This can’t be good for business. “He’s just drunk. Leave it alone. I’m sure I deserve what he said anyway.” Fire rages in Gabe’s eyes. His mouth curls like he wants to say something to me, but instead, he motions for Alex to drag the crumpled body out the back door. Peering, nosey people are quickly amassing around the scene. Their minds are on fire with everything from ‘I knew she was screwing him’, to ‘can you believe’, to ‘company…sue’. I’m sure they’ll talk about this for the rest of the year. I’ll never live it down. Embarrassed would be an understatement. Crawling into myself and disappearing is exactly what I feel like doing right now. I stand stunned, watching Alex pull Dave through the back as Dave screams insults and slurs in my direction. But Alex isn’t alone, he’s followed by the rest of the Soileau clan. When I finally snap out of it, I follow them out back where I hear them all berating Dave for speaking to me in a less than respectful manner. These men don’t even know me and they’re doing their best to make him feel two feet tall. I wish they would’ve been around all the times I’d had random sharp objects shoved in my face by Seth.
“By the way, you dumb piece of shit, she works for us now. Consider this her two hour notice.” Joseph Soileau is turning in my two week notice in the form of a pummeling. At least none of them heard what he wasn’t actually saying. By the way they’re taking up for me from just the words that he spoke, leads me to believe he may not be left with a pulse if they could hear the things I am hearing from his mind. “As of this moment, our contract with your company is terminated. We do not do business with snakes like you.”
Leaving him slumped over in the back yard; they walk back toward the house. Wayne pulls his phone from his pocket and tells the limo driver to be ready to pick us all up at the front entrance. “Did you drive, Melysa?” Still in shock, I can only nod my head at Wayne. “Throw your keys to Alex. He’ll drive your car back to Gabe’s house. We’ll meet him there. Is that okay?” It’s not like my shaking ass is going to drive, so I agree and do as he asks. Gabriel pulls my hand into his and walks me out the front door, accompanied by the rest of his family. Alex runs down the circle drive to my car, hops in and takes off as the rest of us all pile into the limo.

Born and raised in Northeast Louisiana, I Born and raised in north Louisiana, I grew up on well water, deer meat and garden grown veggies. I have always dreamed of exotic vacations and breatht…moregrew up on well water, dirt roads, deer meat and garden grown vegetables. Although it would be interesting to say I spend my time exploring exotic destinations and drinking wine from barrels in Tuscany, that is not the case. I live in the real world. Currently, my days are spent working in the ever exciting world of bookkeeping. Night time for me does not mean breaking into the Smithsonian to steal the hottest work of art to sell on the black market. In fact, the only work of art I’ll see will be created by one of my awesome kids while they’re doing anything possible to keep from getting in bed on time. As with every other small town girl, I have dreamed of breathtaking adventures and schmoozing with the elite. I actually managed to make it about two thousand miles and a few months before realizing that the big city lights are better left to big city girls and my wild imagination. No adventure is as fulfilling as being wrapped in the strong arms of my love while surrounded by the laughter and arguing of our not so little ones.
R.L. Rushing can be reached at Facebook, Goodreads or email her at RLRushingAuthor@gmail.com.

R.L. has graciously offered up an eBook copy of MissRebel Nights to one lucky winner! The giveaway starts now and ends August 18, 2014 at 11:59 p.m. To enter, just click the link below!
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