December 2014

Wild R Christmas Book Blast

 

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Author Bio:

Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including paranormal, contemporary, sci fi, and historical. She can be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like “Do you write children’s books?” She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she’s actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinfully delicious treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading to her incorrigible offspring.

 

Author Contact:

Email: silviaviolet@gmail.com

Website: http://silviaviolet.com

Facebook: http://facebook.com/silvia.violet

Twitter: http://twitter.com/Silvia_Violet

For a list of Silvia’s available titles: http://silviaviolet.com/books

 

Publisher: Self-published

Cover Artist: Meredith Russell

Blurb(s):

Every year Cole Wilder hosts a big Christmas dinner for all the employees of Wild R Farm, and every year he takes on too many responsibilities then ends up exhausted and even more cranky than usual. This year, Cole’s husband, Jonah, is determined things will be different. Not only is he having their bathroom renovated to add a little luxury to their lives, he’s got plans to whisk Cole away for a Christmas vacation. But getting Cole to agree to let their ebullient friend, Tristan, organize Christmas at the farm is easier said that done.

 

Tristan promises to take perfect care of the farm, but as soon as Cole and Jonah leave, chaos ensues—couples fighting, construction disasters, kitchen woes. The only thing keeping confessed Christmas-o-phile, Tristan, merry is his boyfriend, Wes. He knows exactly what Tristan needs so they can pull the whole Wild R Farm crew together for the happiest Christmas they’ve ever had.

 

 

Categories: Contemporary, Western/Cowboy, M/M Romance, Romance, Paranormal

 

Excerpt:

 

“Wes! Come help me!” Tristan shouted.

Wes pushed himself up from the couch where he’d been doing research for his latest case. “Just a sec.”

When he stepped into the hall, he froze in disbelief. Tristan was stuck in the doorway with at least three shopping bags in each hand. “What did you do?”

Tristan looked at him like he was a simpleton. “I went shopping.”

Wes sighed as he held the door open so Tristan could push through. Then he followed his lover to the living room where Tristan dropped the bags in the middle of the floor and plopped down beside them.

“I thought you went for a run. What the hell were you doing shopping on the day after Thanksgiving?”

Tristan again stared at Wes like maybe he’d been replaced by an alien, one without much brainpower. “Buying Christmas decorations, of course.”

“Christmas decorations?” Wes did not want to consider the possibility that all those bags were full of Santas, reindeer, and glittery balls. Tristan’s balls were all Wes required this Christmas.

“Sure. I thought we could put them up this afternoon.” Wes’s horror grew as Tristan pulled out a red and green sweater. “Look what I got for Cole.” Tristan held up the offensive garment and Wes fought the urge to shrink backward. On the front was a wolf in a Santa suit surrounded by sheep wearing elf hats. It said “A Wolf in Santa’s Clothing.”

“That is… hideous.”

Tristan laughed. “I know. Isn’t it fantastic?”

“Tris, look… I don’t—”

“Check these out.” He held up lights shaped like reindeer. “They even blink.”

Wes knew arguing with Tristan was useless but he felt compelled to make a small effort anyway. “I usually just put a wreath on the door.”

Tristan gave him an innocent look, the little bastard. “Really?”

“Tristan.”

“Oh, it’s just a few little things,” Tristan said, clearly unconcerned about Wes’s frustration.

“Tell me you don’t have an album of cats meowing Christmas songs in there.”

Tristan put his hands on his hips, which looked ridiculous with him sitting on the floor surrounded by Christmas decor. “How insulting! Do you really not know I prefer the barking dogs? I find cats too… slinky.”

Wes groaned. “You’re going to be even more impossible than usual from now until Christmas, aren’t you?”

“I’m going to be festive.”

“A tree, stockings, maybe a few other small items. That’s festive enough. I can’t live in the middle of North Pole Central.”

Tristan rolled his eyes. “Stop being such a scrooge.”

“Tristan, I will not—”

Tristan’s sly, sexy grin derailed Wes’s train of thought. “I’m sure I can change your mind.”

“You’re always so damn sure you can get your way.” And all too often he was right.

Tristan crawled across the floor, and talk about slinky, he looked more jaguar than stallion. Wes’s cock took immediate notice. Wes dropped his legs open, knowing Tristan was playing him but not caring. No matter how annoyed he was, he wasn’t going to turn his man down. Tristan settled himself between Wes’s thighs and put his hand on the fastening of his jeans. He caught Wes’s gaze, green eyes twinkling. “Christmas is the season of giving, sweetheart. Just tell me what you’d like me to give.”

“You’re offering sex in exchange for turning the house into Tacky Christmas Wonderland?”

Tristan popped Wes’s snap. “I am. Tell me what you want.”

“Tristan.” Wes tried to sound ominous but probably just sounded horny as hell.

Tristan slid his zipper down, not easy in that position considering how hard Wes was. He licked his lips and looked into Wes’s eyes. “You want to tie me up? Paddle me? Tell me what it’s gonna cost.”

Wes’s breath caught as Tristan ran a finger over his cock, which was still trapped behind his boxer briefs. “This is insane.”

“I give something, you give something. What’s insane about that?” With a mischievous smile, Tristan opened Wes’s jeans wider and pulled his cock free.

 

 


Tour Dates: December 15, 2014

 

Tour Stops:

Parker Williams, Rainbow Gold Reviews, Molly Lolly, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Rebecca Cohen Writes, Cate Ashwood, Guilty Indulgence Book Club, Havan Fellows

My Fiction Nook, LeAnn’s Book Reviews, MM Good Book Reviews, Fallen Angel Reviews, Andrew Q. Gordon, Love Bytes, Queer Town Abbey, Wicked Wolves and Dreaming Dragons,

Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, Hearts on Fire, Velvet Panic, Wake Up Your Wild Side

Cathy Brockman Romances, Multitasking Mommas, the Twins: Talon ps & Princess so, Michael Mandrake, The Fuzzy, Fluffy World of Chris T. Kat, Angel Martinez, Kristy’s Brain Food, Bayou Book Junkie, BFD Book Blog, Because Two Men Are Better Than One

 

Sales Links:

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All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-wildrchristmas-1689443-145.html

 

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/497592

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Bowl Full of Cherries Book Tour

 

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Author Bio:

Raine O’Tierney, a passionate believer in what she calls The Sweetness, writes positive stories about first loves, first times, fidelity, forever-endings and.friskiness? When she’s not writing, Raine can be found fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom at her library day job.

Raine believes the best thing we can do in life is be kind to one another, and she enjoys encouraging fellow writers. She changes sub-genres to suit her mood and believes all good stories end sweetly. Raine lives outside of Kansas City with her husband, fellow Dreamspinner Press author and sometimes writing partner, Siôn O’Tierney.

Contact her if you’re interested in talking about point-and-click adventure games or about what kinds dachshunds are the best kinds of dachshunds!

Author Contact:

Email: Raineotierney [at] gmail.com
Homepage: Raineotierney.com
LGBT Author Interviews: http://raineotierneyhatparty.blogspot.com/
Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/RaineOTierneyAuthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/RaineOTierney
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7770350.Raine_O_Tierney

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

Blurb(s):

Porker, Fatty, Tons-of-Fun: Crowley Fredericks has heard it all. He’s dropped a lot of weight since his high school days, but he’s still a big guy, and the painful words and bullying follow him. Rejected—again—because of his size, Crowley is starting to think that maybe love just isn’t meant for huskier men.

Averell Lang and his twin are so different they might as well not even be related. So when Rell’s brother brings his roommate home to snowy Susset for the holidays, Rell expects the worst—another uptight, pretentious hipster. What he discovers instead is Crowley. Nerdy, fascinating, attractive, Crowley. Rell never expected to look at a man this way, and what he sees in Crowley Fredericks is something he didn’t even know he was looking for. If both men can overcome their hang-ups, they might unwrap more than presents this holiday season.

Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Holiday

 

Excerpt:

Even through the snow, Rell didn’t feel the cold. His face burned with the excitement of escaping the Livery and absconding with his brother’s best friend. He clasped Crowley’s hand, pulling him through the street. They ran and skidded and laughed, moving farther and farther away from the club.

“It’s beautiful tonight,” Crowley breathed and Rell squeezed tighter. “Doesn’t it weird you out though?”

“Nope.”

Rell knew what Crowley was asking—didn’t even pretend that he didn’t. Stopping, he tugged lightly so Crowley came stumbling up beside him. He twined his arms around Crowley’s waist and held him for a moment, right there in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Does it weird you out? I’m your best friend’s brother.”

“Not weirded out at all.” Crowley shook his head. His dark eyes shimmered with concern. “But for you… I mean, it was loud in there and hot and fun and there was alcohol and… sometimes… things just happen and—”

“Yeah, things happen,” Rell agreed. “Except I’ve been to a lot of stupid hipster clubs with a lot of Tyler’s friends and….” He leaned forward and kissed Crowley again, letting the experience linger, melting the chill between them. He tasted like nogtini. “And nothing like that has ever happened.”

“But… do you even like guys?”

“Owl. You’re a guy. I like you.”

“But have you been with a guy?”

“Why are you over-thinking this?” Rell asked, gently cupping the side of Crowley’s face.


Words: 60,000

 

Interview

What was your favorite Christmas show?

I never really liked the specials all that much (I know, blasphemy!) but there are a couple of movies that are my favorites to watch during the holidays: Tokyo Godfathers, Nightmare Before Christmas, and It’s a Wonderful Life.

What’s the most special holiday gift you ever received and why?

My Paw-Paw collected coins for a long time and one year he put together a set for me in a frame that he made himself. (He was a brilliant woodworker.) The set itself is beautiful, but it’s the handwritten note on the back that means the world to me. He tells me to cherish my mother and brother and that he hopes I’ll never have to sell the coins and that he loves me. I’m going to cry thinking about it now. We lost him five years ago to Alzheimer’s, and I’m so glad I have that beautiful present to remember him by.

What’s the coolest gift you gave, but wish you had kept for yourself?

One Christmas I wrote a novella for my best friend and even hand drew the front and back covers (complete with synopsis and faux barcode!) This was long before ebooks, so this bad boy went into a three-ring binder. I don’t necessarily wish I had kept it for myself but I wouldn’t mind if someone else was motivated to go super old school and do something similar for me for Christmas. <3


Tour Dates/Stops:

5-Dec

BFD Book Blog

Louise Lyons

Molly Lolly

Velvet Panic

Carly’s Book Reviews

 

8-Dec

Hearts on Fire

Fallen Angel Reviews

Multitasking Mommas

Prism Book Alliance

Rainbow Gold Reviews

 

9-Dec

Up All Night, Read All Day

The Blogger Girls

Because Two Men Are Better Than One

Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves

Inked Rainbow Reads

 

10-Dec

Elisa – My Reviews and Ramblings

Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews

Love Bytes

Iyana Jenna

Cathy Brockman Romances

 

11-Dec

Crystal’s Many Reviewers

MM Good Book Reviews

Queer Town Abbey

Full Moon Dreaming

 

12-Dec

Parker Williams

Amanda C. Stone

3 Chicks After Dark

Cate Ashwood

Rebecca Cohen Writes

Michael Mandrake

Sales Links:

DSP ebook: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5799

DSP paperback: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5800&cPath=1024

 

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The Right Words Book Tour

 

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Author Bio:

Lane Hayes is grateful to finally be doing what she loves best. Writing full-time! It’s no secret Lane loves a good romance novel. An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. These days she prefers the leading roles to both be men. Lane discovered the M/M genre a few years ago and was instantly hooked. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and her third received an Honorable Mention in the 2014 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and the coolest yellow Lab ever in an almost empty nest.

Author Contact:

Website: http://lanehayes.wordpress.com

Twitter: @LaneHayes3

Facebook: LaneHayesauthor

Email: lanehayes@ymail.com

 

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson

Blurb(s):

 

Escaping an abusive relationship left Luke Preston anxious and spouting panic-induced poetry. Desperate for a fresh start, Luke accepts a job remodeling a tired old beach house for a professional soccer player and his model girlfriend. While his passion is literature, not sports, focusing on the renovations eases his anxiety. Until the job he signed up for turns out to be more complicated than advertised.

 

 

Sidelined with a serious injury, soccer star Michael Martinez decides his beach house is the perfect place to recuperate. Remodeling might be the diversion he needs to keep his mind off his busted knee. Falling for the pretty designer with some quirky habits wasn’t on the drawing board. Unfortunately, Luke didn’t build a big enough closet for Michael to hide in. Having a star-powered sports career used to be all Michael lived for, but he’ll have to reevaluate his plans and find the right words if he wants to build more than a beach house with Luke.

 

 

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, Humor, Romance

 

Excerpt from The Right Words by Lane Hayes

 

“One day at a time,” he repeated thoughtfully, making an obvious effort to steer the topic toward something more pleasant. “Well, I don’t have anything better, so… I’ll go with that too.” Michael’s smile lit his entire face. It was a beautiful thing to witness. He was handsome always, but wow… what a smile.

 

“Was the picture of us good at least?”

 

This time he laughed out loud, a sweet, musical sound that made me chuckle along with him.

“Yeah, very hot.” He reached over and pulled me into his side effortlessly. “Look, I wasn’t trying to send mixed signals this week. I know I haven’t been around like I said I would. I… Jamie isn’t going to go away easily. This has been a weird blow to add to an already fucked-up situation, but… I like you and I do trust you.”

 

“You like me?”

He gave a small half chuckled and shrugged. “Un poco.” He translated when I gave him a blank stare. “A little.”

 

“I like you a little too.”

I couldn’t help my response at being near him. I curled into his side like a cat begging for attention. Michael wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek and my chin. I didn’t want a “friend” kiss, though. I wanted what he gave me Friday night. I wanted “that kiss.” I intercepted him when he leaned in to peck my temple and stuck my tongue out to trace the corner of his mouth. He groaned and accepted the invitation, diving and thrusting his tongue inside my mouth to stake his claim. His right hand traveled down my throat and came to a stop over my left nipple. He rubbed at the sensitive flesh through my tight T-shirt and squeezed hard when he heard my moan of approval.

I arched my back into his touch but kept my mouth fastened to his. I didn’t want to lose this connection. He bit at my chin and sent kisses down my neck as his hand dipped down to my belt and came to rest on my hardening cock. I whimpered and scooted on his lap to straddle his thighs.

 

“Is this okay? Am I hurting your knee?”

“It’s good, honey. Really good.” Both of his hands splayed flat on my back and circled to the front to pluck at the fabric of my T-shirt. “Take it off.”

 

I didn’t have to be told twice. I was burning up. I yanked it over my head and tossed it aside before I began working on the seemingly endless row of buttons on his dress shirt.

 

“Fuck. Help me get his off you. I need to feel your skin.”

 

I barely recognized my voice. I sounded breathless.

 

When Michael finally leaned forward to let the fabric slide from his shoulders, I met him halfway to feel his skin against mine. Heaven. He was simply beautiful, with finely toned washboard abs and gorgeous skin. It was smooth like mine but much darker. Olive against golden. I loved the contrast and I was anxious to explore. I let my hands roam, over his chest, down his stomach, and back again. My fingers itched to palm his cock through his worn jeans. Instead I fused my naked torso against his and ground my aching cock against his equally hard member. We both hissed, and the kiss became something more like sex.

 

 

 


Pages: 204 pages

 

 


Tour Dates: December 12th – January 6th

 

Tour Stops:

12-Dec

Parker Williams

Foxylutely Book Reviews

Sinfully Sexy

 

16-Dec

Hearts on Fire

Love Bytes

Kimi-Chan

Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words

 

19-Dec

Molly Lolly

Cate Ashwood

MM Good Book Reviews

 

23-Dec

BFD Book Blog

Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews

Amanda C. Stone

 

26-Dec

Prism Book Alliance

Regular Guys, Hot Romance

 

30-Dec

The Novel Approach

Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves

Queer Town Abbey

 

2-Jan

Elisa – My Reviews and Ramblings

 

6-Jan

Decadent Delights

My Fiction Nook

Multitasking Mommas

Velvet Panic

Joyfully Jay

Sales Links:

eBook: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5749

 

Paperback: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5750

 

 

 

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Hummingbird House Book Tour

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Author Bio:

Kenzie Cade was born and raised in the South where she spends her days in the sometimes stressful field of private medicine observing interesting people and committing them to memory for later use. When she isn’t reading, experimenting with recipes, or being distracted by social media, Kenzie spends time with her family, friends, and the Pomeranian/long-haired Chihuahua mix who likes to keep her company while she writes. As a young girl, Kenzie dreamed of princesses and their white knights. As an adult (or sort of adult), she dreams of princes and their proverbial white knights, which she attributes to fellow Arkansan S.E. Hinton and her novel, The Outsiders. Writing to keep the fictional voices at bay, Kenzie enjoys the journeys her characters travel to find their happy endings, and she loves the challenge of writing a great love story.

 

Author Contact:

Facebook: www.facebook.com/kenziecade.author

Twitter: www.twitter.com/thekenziecade

Tumblr: http://thekenziecade.tumblr.com/

Pintrest: http://www.pinterest.com/thekenziecade/

Google +: plus.google.com/u/1/+KenzieCade

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Catt Ford

Blurb(s):

To honor his grandmother’s final request, Trenton Appleton drops everything to visit the family’s ancestral home: Hummingbird House, where he experienced his first kiss and first heartbreak with Callum Eason.

Eight years ago, confused by his attraction to Trent, Callum reacted badly. But with help he never expected, Callum found himself and learned to accept who he was.

Now Trent is back at Hummingbird House, and Callum has his opportunity to salvage their friendship, at least. But Trent is less receptive than he was all those years ago. Still, Callum is determined to show Trent he has changed and keep his promise to Trent’s grandmother. When past mistakes repeat themselves, Callum must break the cycle before his last chance with Trent passes him by.

 

 

Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Holiday, Christmas, Romance

 

Excerpt:

For a house that had stood empty for the past eight years, it was surprisingly… clean… and warm and bright. The lights were on in the living room to my left, but the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen through the archway to my right drew my attention. Setting my suitcase and urn down quietly in the entryway, I pulled out an umbrella from the holder by the door. With every bit of stealth I possessed—which is not much—I crept into the kitchen, umbrella raised over my head. My heart raced and my breath sped up, until I crossed into the kitchen to find Callum at the sink.

My umbrella clanked to the wooden floor, and then I slumped over, hands to knees. Callum turned around eyes widened in surprise with an understanding smirk gracing his full lips. I wanted to hate those lips.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I panted, looking up at Callum as I stumbled over to the nearest kitchen chair and plopped myself into it.

Callum shrugged. “I’ve been taking care of the place for Astrid for the past few years.”

I hadn’t known that. Had I known that? Had Astrid ever mentioned it? No. She certainly hadn’t. Though I’d never admit it aloud, I hung on every word she shared regarding Callum. And trust me, they were few and far between, as if she had known what had happened between us.

She probably had.

Callum had kept up Hummingbird House. The pain in my chest twisted just a little more than usual. I refused to think of it as a betrayal, certain Astrid had her reasons for not telling me. But I just couldn’t imagine what they were.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here now.”


Pages: 51 pages Words: 18,000

 

Interview

1 – Your title is unique. Where did you come up with it?
Once I finally–finally–settled on England as my setting for Trent’s story, I did a lot of research into the culture of the British countryside and the lifestyle there. First let me tell you, Great Britain’s countryside is nothing like here in the United States. Where ours is beautiful, there is something grounded and longstanding about English living that is so attractive. One of the first things I learned, and sort of knew already, was that a lot of English homes have names. There’s a rich history behind the names and how it all began. It’s all quite interesting. I’m a geek that way though. I won’t bore you with the facts. Anyway, that’s where I came by Hummingbird House. I wanted something very British and even a bit common to be recognizable. The house is the center of Trent’s history, the entire reason he is in Shere and has avoided Shere for the past eight years. So what better title than the secret star of the show? 
2 – Is this a standalone, or do you think you might revisit these characters again at some point?
Hmm… I haven’t really decided yet. I think Trent and Callum have more of a story to tell, but it will be a bit. I’d love to revisit them though. I definitely think they have some issues to work out, the biggest being where is Trent going from here?
3 – What’s your favorite part about holiday stories?
I love the warmth. Holiday stories always carry that heartwarming, feel good, happy sigh moment. Not to forget the romance, everybody falls in love around the holidays, right? Well, if you read romance, they do. And they do it spectacularly. There’s a special sweetness to holiday stories, like they’re infused with chocolate, cinnamon, and maybe a hint of peppermint. They’re addicting. 
4 – What kind of stories make you cry?
All kinds. I’m not picky and I can get a tad bit emotional. I’ve been known to break down when it comes to animals, babies, children, happy scenes, sad scenes, silly scenes. I’m an equal opportunity crier. If you want to know what book I’ve cried hardest reading? That’s an easy answer. Second Chances by T.A. Webb. I still can’t listen to “Fix You” without ugly sobbing
5 – How many tissues would you say you need for this story?
Oh gosh. Can I be honest? I cried big girl tears while writing it, but I didn’t expect it to effect other people the way it effected me. My experience with the book was more on a personal level so when the BFF gave me a play by play of the number of times he’d cried and for how long, I was surprised at first. So… as for Kleenex… maybe grab a box? I guess it depends on how big of a crier you are. 

 


Tour Dates/Tour Stops:

8-Dec

Love Bytes

MM Good Book Reviews

 

9-Dec

Bayou Book Junkie

Prism Book Alliance

10-Dec

Inked Rainbow Reads

Parker Williams

 

11-Dec

Rainbow Gold Reviews

The Novel Approach

 

12-Dec

Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words

Molly Lolly

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Christmas in His Heart Book Tour

 

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Author Bio:

LEE BRAZIL:

Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it’s nevertheless one hundred percent true.

Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words.

Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don’t belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don’t fit?

Someone hands you a book, and then you turn the page and see… There you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you are…beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.

I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I write now. It’s why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it’s why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.

If I’d had my way, I’d have been a fencer…or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and I’ve come to realize that’s the best thing in the world to be, because as a writer, I can be all those things and more.

If I hadn’t learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college…teaching…or writing.

 

HAVAN FELLOWS:

 

I annoy, love, respect, scare, seduce, hurt, anger, infatuate, frustrate, flatter, envy, amuse and tolerate everyone. I just do it better in writing thanks to a little thing called…edits.

 

Okay no, seriously…I’m a simpleminded person who enjoys the escape from real life through a book. I write with the group Story Orgy and hope to continue doing so for a long time. I also am privileged to be with the Pulp Friction writers, creating intermingling books in a world all our own. And just like every other red-blooded human—I love hearing from people. So feel free to drop me a line—whether it’s a comment on my blog, an email, a tweet, or you track me down on FaceBook or Google +…it’s easy to catch someone who wants to be caught.

Author Contact:

Lee Brazil’s Group on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/crawlinbedwithlee/

Lee Brazil on Twitter: @LeeBrazil

Havan Fellows on Twitter: @Havanfellows

Lee Brazil on Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/leebrazil/

Havan Fellows on PInterest: http://www.pinterest.com/havanfellows/

Publisher: Lime Time Press

Cover Artist: Laura Harner

Blurb(s):

Christmastime brings joy to hearts everywhere. Between snow angels, festive clothing, holiday decorations, and of course, all the beautiful lights, it’s hard not to partake in the season.

 

Unless you no longer have Christmas in your heart.

Dermot Alasdair has never shared the horrific memories that keep him from celebrating the happiest time of the year, nor does he ever plan to. He’s fine being alone and shut off from everyone; he has his restaurant and that’s all he needs. He believes that, too…until the craft store next door from his eatery hires a perpetually smiling annoyance. Really, it isn’t normal for someone to be that happy all the time.

Xander Leahman didn’t know what he was getting into when he accepted an invitation to visit his best friend and help her interview people for the newly created position of manager at Craft Time. When a surly man bumps into him and then walks away with an enticing sway to his hips, Xander decides the position—and Dermot—are perfect for him. Now all he can think of is finding ways to get Dermot out of his clothes. Well that, and how to open this grinch’s heart to the Christmas season and, hopefully, love.

 

 

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, Romance, Holiday

 

Excerpt:

“Hey! Good morning!”

The cheerful greeting broke through his concentration, and Dermot looked up to see the new manager of the Craft Time craft store sweeping the sidewalk in front of the shop. “Hey,” he muttered sourly. Xander Leahman made his head ache. Just one glance and he wanted to snap at the man to comb his hair, put on a heavier jacket, and for Christ sakes why wasn’t he wearing gloves outside in this weather?

Dermot wasn’t going to stop. He had no plans stop and talk to the smiling man. Xander bubbled more than a bottle of shaken soda water. Dermot didn’t have time for his chatter, and he didn’t have time for the strange, compelling not-quite-nausea he seemed prone to in Xander’s company.

Maybe he was allergic to the man’s cologne, or deodorant, or shampoo. Dermot leaned forward and sniffed surreptitiously, but he couldn’t smell anything other than cinnamon and vanilla. An overwhelming urge to bake overcame him, and he jerked himself upright.

He was an executive chef, not a pastry chef. He didn’t bake, and especially not something as…plebeian as oatmeal raisin cookies, which was what Xander smelled like.

“Excuse me.” He deliberately stepped around Xander, who put out a hand and caught his arm.

“I saw you coming down the street.” Xander set the broom aside and picked up a steaming mug from the windowsill. “It’s not as good as Prudence’s coffee, but I made it fresh this morning.”

Blinking in astonishment, Dermot stared from the mug to the hand on his arm. He could really… “Thanks.” He accepted the mug and inhaled the rich aroma of good coffee, scented with cinnamon and…yeah, vanilla. And he’d thought it was Xander who smelled so good? He didn’t know whether to be relieved or embarrassed. “I needed this. That walk feels longer every day that the temperature drops.” The first sip exploded on his tongue with soothing heat and delicious flavor and he bit back a moan of appreciation.


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Interview

After writing Pulp Friction, did you find it easier to do this story as co-authors?

 

Havan: Yes.

Lee: I am not sure what to attribute it to, but it was really easy to write this book.

 

*sits and looks around*

*shoulder bumps Lee*

*checks nails, picks at cuticle*

*finishes coffee…steals Lee’s*

*smacks hand*

*rubs hand and notices Parker staring*

*sputters*

 

Oh wait…you wanted a more elaborate answer? But you asked a yes or no question…Lee he only asked a yes or no question…

*eyes Havan* You know what he meant.

Okay…but be warned, most people are extremely happy with my short and sweet answers – so you only have yourself to blame for what follows:

*sips coffee and nods*

*clears throat and uses grown-up voice*

 

First and foremost, thank you Parker for having Lee Brazil and me (um…I’m Havan Fellows *waves*) over today. You know I love any opportunity to yank on your *looks down* chain…

*spews coffee* Havan!

 

*blinks innocently and pours another cup of coffee* Now about Lee and my chemistry…oh baby it’s off the charts! *giggles* But seriously—and shouldn’t that be a four-letter word?—while writing Christmas in His Heart, Lee and I mentioned more than once to each other that our long standing friendship definitely made the writing process easier. Sure, writing in a group first with Story Orgy and then Pulp Friction definitely helped, but aside from those learning experiences our personalities really and truly do just click with each other.

 

So I wouldn’t limit it to just our experiences with Pulp Friction (though those finale books are a serious crash course in learning to play well with others! lol) but maybe more a mixture of everything that we’ve experienced together in our numerous years together. It’s respect for each other not only as friends and authors but as human beings as well. It’s the fact that Lee knows when to say, “Havan, be quiet and write now…”

And the fact that Havan has the best imagination… from the moment we met, she’s inspired me to write better, to see possibilities. Bringing all that life and joy to the page is the key to writing well. And I think the end result is that she encourages me to write more when less is my instinct, and I curb her tendency to…er… ramble eloquently?

 

As for the ending results…I like it! *blushes and sneaks a peek at Lee* But hey, it’s no secret I’m my co-writer’s #1 fan…*winks* lol

*blushes* Back at you, Havan. Thank you having us over Parker!

Oh yes, Parker…anytime you want me to yank on your chain again just give me a holler! 🙂

 


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