Parker Williams

So it’s been a year…

500 Miles by MLR Press. Click to buy your copy.

 

 

 

 

 

June 6th, 2013 ‘500 Miles’ came out. It was my first release and I was so freaking nervous about it. Still, people embraced Mark and Jase. I couldn’t believe how well it did and you wouldn’t believe how humbled I was by it. That was the beginning of the greatest year of my life.

I’m not even sure I’ll hit everything that happened over the year, but I’m going to give it a shot.

 

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  I  teamed up with KC Wells to write Someone To Keep Me. THAT was an amazing experience. While most people enjoyed the story, there were, of course, complaints about the fact that Ben wasn’t a know-it-all Dom and made mistakes (some pretty big ones). KC and I still think we did something really good with it and hold it up as a shining example of our joint efforts. We also got to celebrate in person when KC made her maiden voyage to the United States!

 

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I wrote Mr. Average for MLR Press. 

 

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I got published by Harmony Ink with Pitch (which was technically my first story since it was submitted before Mr. Average). And was stunned to get a cover from none other than the amazing Reese Dante!


 
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I got to become one of the proofreaders for the Pulp Friction series by Laura Harner, Havan Fellows, Tom Webb, and Lee Brazil – all of whom I’ve become friends with. (And their minds are scary to behold!)

 

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I hopped on a plane for the first time and went to GRL – my first ever convention – and met some absolutely amazing people. Piper Vaughn, Rhys Ford, Becky Condit, Max Vos, Tom Webb, Laura Harner (who let me hang out in her room when it got overwhelming), Amy Lane, Anne Tenino, Eden Winters, SJD Peterson, JP Barnaby, Angel Martinez, Silvia Violet (who isn’t violet at all), Amanda Atchley (who shocked the cookies out of me), Cate Ashwood (who cried when I met her, which made me feel bad), Zallora, Andrew Grey, and so so so many others.

The cover for Lost Time, part of the Love Has No Boundaries anthology from Goodreads.

I wrote a free story for Goodreads called Lost Time and the wonderful Sara York kindly made a cover for me!


 

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I wrote Nuttin’ For Christmas which got the perfect cover from Madison Parker.

 


KC and I got a contract for Damian’s Discipline – book 5 in the Collars and Cuffs world (which will again feature a different type of story).

I got a contract for Wet Paint (sequel to Pitch). It’s Benny and Addy’s story and (I hope) is better than Pitch (or so I’m told).

I also started Pride-Promotions, which has gone great so far. It’s an honor working with so many stellar authors.

I won awards!

Readers Choice Hurt-ComfortReaders Choice Friends-LoversAward3

Rainbow Winner Award1 Award2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, and lest I forget, I gave notice at my job. Almost 28 years and now it’s time we part ways. 

And I got to nearly ONE THOUSAND friends on Facebook. I don’t know what the future holds, but thank you for being part of it with me.

Their Plane From Nowhere Book Blast

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Author Bio:

Princess so and her twin, Talon ps love to torment their editor with a nefarious world of foreign-lang, slang, local dialect, stretched/outside-of-the-box definitions, and have even been known to throw in some con-lang at times, as well. This, of course, is all thrown in there with the dyslexia soup stock they both suffer from that makes editing with them a joy {joy: n see mental illness}. But the final product comes out as richly detailed holographic worlds of Gay/MM Erotic Romance; Paranormal, Sci-fi, and War time Erotic-Romances; and along with Prin’s favorite works of Post-Apocalyptic Dark Fantasies for readers to submerse themself into and escape.

Author Links:

https://www.facebook.com/princess.obriot, https://www.facebook.com/pages/Talon-ps-Princess-so/240542056008862, https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6906024.Princess_S_O_, http://www.amazon.com/Princess-so/e/B00G5MR1LS/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1 

Cover Artist: Princess so
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Blurb:

Mature-Gay Romance / Paranormal Mystery / Erotic Romance-Adult Content

In their small town in the Pocono Mountains, Earl Knox and Hank Grisset have never been considered among the pretty ones to anyone but each other. As lucky as Hank and Earl consider themselves to have found each other, that’s about as far as luck has gone. All those Could’ah— Should’ah— Would’ah— moments a man never sees comin’, but that don’t stop him from regrettin’ them later in life.

When Earl makes a life changing decision that ultimately outs him and Hank, a mysterious plane shows up at their lake house. Coming out in a small town can erase friendships in a heartbeat. But, when a rift in the family leads to a life threatening accident, only their devotion to each other is gonna get them through this; that and their plane from nowhere.
Excerpt: “Adventure is out there!” a child character’s voice called out with enthusiasm. And thus began a montage of Mr. Fredricksen’s life.

There was a reason he picked this one above all the others. Sure, Finding Nemo and that other one about the supersuits was pretty damned funny, but this one—about the boy growin’ up with his best friend, how they got married with a dream and grew old together—and mostly how life got in the way of their dream to Paradise Falls—had hit him so hard, it hung in his soul and on his skin like melted cheese, only it didn’t taste as good. Hoverin’ like smog. The more you noticed, the more you started to choke on it. And then, the next mornin’ when they’d went back to the hospital and his little Leanne handed over his first granddaughter, he’d looked up wearin’ the biggest grandpop smile only to see Gracie leerin’ at him with so much hatred and loathin’. It shouldn’t have been that way; it should have been the face of the man he loved. Earl’s heart shattered that very moment. So much time had been lost lettin’ life get in the way of his Paradise Falls. He’d nearly broke down just then, too happy to give over his granddaughter just yet and too heartbroken that Hank wasn’t with him to share in it, like he should’ah been.

He’d even walked over to the window, turning his back to the others, and cradling the tiny bundle against his face. He kissed her sweet pink head, and then used it to wipe the tears from his cheek.
Gracie got tired of waitin’ her turn and started puttin’ up a cussin’. She even pulled out the Lord’s name in vain. Earl just shut her out, still lookin’ out the window with his granddaughter and silently pointin’ out to the mountains in the distance to where Hank could be found, wipin’ another tear off with her fussy, little pink head.

Behind him, the cussing continued. To Earl it was just another sound that separated him from them while he drowned on the inside. He couldn’t count the times he’d heard it ’cause he did his best not to. Didn’t matter where they were either, he never answered, and he never shouted back at her. Just like that day at the hospital, he let Gracie continue on until Leanne snapped about the GD word. Earl’d said nothing. He never did. No matter what Gracie threw at him, he had learned a long time ago, he couldn’t shut her up, so—he shut her out.

Tour Dates: 6/3/14

Tour Stops: Nephylim, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Love Bytes, Parker Williams, LeAnn’s Book Reviews, MM Good Books, Night Owl Reviews, My Fiction Nook, Amanda C.

Stone, Kimi-Chan, Fallen Angel Reviews, Smoocher’s Voice, Cate Ashwood, The Blogger Girls, Prism Book Alliance, 3 Chicks After Dark, The Hat Party, Lee Brazil

Sales Links:

Dreamspinner Press: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4974

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Their-Plane-Nowhere-Princess-so-ebook/dp/B00K64J22W/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1400532872&sr=1-1&keywords=Their+Plane+From+Nowhere+from+Princess+SO

 

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A Dance with Domination

 

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Author Bio:

Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C.Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.

K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings – writing about men in love was even hotter…

K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career.

The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.

Author Links:

K.C. can be reached via email (k.c.wells@btinternet.com), on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/KCWellsWorld) or through comments at the K.C.Wells website (www.kcwellsworld.com ) K.C. loves to hear from readers.

Twitter: @IslandTalesPress

Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Blurb:

Recently returned to the UK after living in the States since he was eleven, Andrew Barrett is determined to keep busy and make a new life for himself. He works full time as a copywriter and strips at a club on Canal Street on weekends. But it still leaves him too much time to think. Then he finds the BDSM club, Collars & Cuffs, where at twenty-nine, he is their youngest Dom. Young doesn’t mean inexperienced, however. All this activity keeps him focused with no time to dwell on the past. But the past has a way of intruding on the present.

 

It’s been four long years since Gareth Michaels last set foot inside Collars & Cuffs. But when he finally summons his courage and steps back into his former world, he finds the man who drove him away is still a member, and what’s more, he wants Gareth back. Two men in pain need the freedom they find in each other, but it takes another man’s horrific plans to make them see it.

 

Excerpt:

“When you’re ready, Andrew.” Leo gave him a nod.

Andrew acknowledged him, took a breath, and then faced Dorian, who held himself motionless as Andrew circled around him, inspecting him from every angle. “Good evening, Dorian. I am Master Andrew. For this evening, you will address me as Sir. What are your safewords?”

“Thunder is for stop, Sir, and lightning is for slow down.” Dorian gazed steadfastly at the floor.

Andrew picked up the cotton ropes. “Have you ever been restrained before, using the technique of Shibari?”

“No, Sir.” Dorian spoke quietly.

Andrew unfurled a coil of rope. “I usually do a full-body suspension when I demonstrate this technique, so I don’t propose to make this a full demonstration. That would take hours. You should find it comfortable but confining—and if I do it correctly, you’ll make a very pretty picture.” Dorian quirked his eyebrows, and Andrew smiled. “Shibari should always be aesthetically pleasing to the eye. It’s not just about bondage.” He stood before Dorian. “On your back on the table, boy.” Dorian complied immediately, getting up gracefully from the floor and climbing onto the bondage table.

Andrew pushed Dorian’s left leg back toward his arse, so that his heel met the curve of his buttock. He took the first length of rope and wound it around his upper thigh, close to the groin, securing ankle and thigh together and tying it in an intricate knot. He repeated the process on the other side. Then he tied another rope around each leg, this time closer to the knee.

Andrew pulled Dorian to his knees and placed his hands behind him. He picked up the blindfold and a set of orange foam ear defenders and showed them to the boy.

“I’m going to take away two of your senses now,” he told the sub in a low voice that only Dorian could hear. “You’ll be able to speak, but only safewords. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” Dorian’s voice was clear and firm.

Andrew slipped the blindfold over his eyes. “I’m going to insert foam ear plugs into your ears. Remember, if you want me to stop, or if you have a problem, use your safewords. I will always be right here.”

“Yes, Sir.” Dorian appeared calm, in a state of complete readiness.

Andrew compressed the foam plugs and placed them carefully into Dorian’s ears, watching them expand to fill the cavities. He took a longer length of rope as he prepared to form the harness down Dorian’s torso. He worked slowly, methodically, making sure each section looked perfect before moving on to the next, until Dorian had an intricate series of knots all down his front. He knew that each pull of the ropes over his skin was heightening the experience for Dorian. Andrew was pleased. The white ropes looked good against Dorian’s creamy skin, passing over his shoulders and around his arms, down his torso, and at the uppermost part of the thigh where leg met groin, slipping past his balls.

Dorian kept still as Andrew worked in silence, making sure with every knot that Dorian was comfortable and in no sign of physical or mental distress. When the harness was complete, Andrew stepped back to survey it critically, adjusting a knot here, a length there. The boy looked beautiful. Only one thing left to complete before I begin. He picked up the leather boot laces and smiled to himself.

 

Andrew stood in front of the sub and slowly trailed the thin strips of leather over Dorian’s balls and cock. Dorian gave a slight shiver but then became still, his body tense as he awaited Andrew’s next move. Andrew grabbed Dorian’s balls and pulled on them, feeling the shudder which rippled through him. He tied the strip around and around the balls in his hand, separating them from the shaft. He ran his fingers over the sac, knowing full well that the stretch made Dorian’s balls extremely sensitive. Andrew wrapped his hand around Dorian’s cock and stroked him gently, watching as he hardened, loving the hitch in his breathing. When his dick pointed skyward, Andrew looped another length around his cock and balls, fashioning a leather cock ring around the base of his shaft until Dorian’s dick was red and throbbing, looking painfully hard. Dorian let out a low moan and bit his lower lip.

Andrew crossed to the table and placed the banjo picks on each fingertip of one hand. He stood beside Dorian, ensuring that Leo and Thomas had a clear view, and then trailed the picks down the boy’s arm, feeling the brief start as the slivers of metal connected with his skin. Andrew trailed his fingers over Dorian’s neck before moving slowly over his back between the ropes, keeping his touch light. Then he moved to stroke his inner thighs, noting the shivers which rippled through Dorian as he brought his fingers higher, not quite reaching his balls.

Dorian quivered as Andrew stroked along his inner arms, before moving ever so slowly down his torso, running his fingers over the ropes, over the taut belly, until he arrived at the boy’s groin. Andrew moved slowly, scraping the picks lightly over his skin, noting Dorian’s shivers as he stroked along his cock. When he cupped the boy’s balls and rippled his fingers over them, Dorian couldn’t repress the shudder that jolted through him. Andrew toyed with his sac and cock, hearing his soft whimpers as the metal danced over the sensitized areas. Dorian’s lips parted, but no words came out, only sounds. Andrew ran both hands simultaneously across Dorian’s back, watching the sub as he tried to arch away from his touch.

Andrew moved his hands away and took off the picks, only to return with the spiked wheel. He paused, waiting until Dorian was still once more, before running the tiny wheel over his thigh. Dorian gasped as the wheel moved over his skin, tiny pinpricks of sensation. Andrew moved the wheel away and reapplied it over Dorian’s chest, rolling it close to his nipple. The sub squirmed as Andrew ran the wheel around his nipple, leaned closer, gripped the other between his fingers, and twisted it slightly. That got a definite reaction. Dorian hissed as he drew in a breath, the sharp intake becoming a groan when Andrew moved the spiked wheel ever-so- slowly along the length of his cock. He trembled as Andrew applied the wheel to different areas, making sure the sub never knew where it would land next. When he’d reduced Dorian to a squirming mass, Andrew grabbed the cup of ice.

Dorian whimpered as Andrew ran an ice cube over his balls, and it became a low cry as Andrew simultaneously applied the ice to his nipple. “Oh, fuck.” The words seemed dragged from him involuntarily. Andrew circled Dorian, trailing the ice randomly over his skin, watching him fight to control his reactions. Dorian twitched nervously, his body tense as he awaited the next sensual onslaught.

Andrew put the banjo picks back on his fingers and ran his hand over Dorian’s back once more, watching him shudder as he moved lower, stroking over the globes of his arse and nearing his hole. He slid a single finger from under his balls to the tip of his cock. Memories assaulted him, as suddenly he was right there in Dorian’s place.

I’m doing everything you taught me, Sir, he told Blade in his head. God, I remember you doing this to me. I remember that searing, white-hot feeling that made me feel like I was coming when I knew I wasn’t. He smiled to himself. Fuck, you were such a tease, Blade.

Dorian was panting, and Andrew pulled back, not wanting to rush it. He intended to bring the boy to the edge again and again. When Dorian had calmed a little, Andrew was back, scraping his finger over the boy’s hole, feeling the tremors that rippled through his body, his mouth opening slightly but no sounds issuing. Dorian’s cock was rigid. Andrew grabbed another piece of ice and moved it slowly over Dorian’s arse until it reached his hole. The boy stiffened as he ran the cube around the rim before pushing insistently, the heat from Dorian’s hot little hole melting the ice as he eased it into his anus. Dorian cried out, a low, urgent sound, and he arched his back, as though trying to escape the sensations which Andrew knew were coursing through his body right now.

And then it was Brian kneeling before him, Brian moaning as Andrew pressed ice inside him.

Oh hell—the sounds you made when I did this to you. I knew you weren’t okay with it, not at first, but you soon forgot about the discomfort when it was my bare, hot cock sliding into you. Andrew closed his eyes momentarily, the images there in the forefront of his mind. He shook himself as the memories came thick and fast, some so painful that he caught his breath. Not now. Can’t think of him now.

 

 

Tour Dates: May 23 – June 20

Tour Stops:

May 23: 3 Chicks After Dark, Hearts on Fire

May 26: Love Bytes, It’s Raining Men

May 27: Havan Fellows

May 28: Amanda C. Stone

May 29: MM Good Books

May 30: Mrs. Condit & Friends, Prism Book Alliance

June 2: Jade Crystal

June 3: Parker Williams

June 4: Fallen Angel Reviews

June 5: LeAnn’s Book Reviews

June 6: Cate Ashwood

June 9: The Novel Approach, My Fiction Nook

June 10: Kimi-Chan

June 11: Iyana Jenna, SA McAuley

June 12: Vicktor Alexander

June 13: Two Men Are Better Than One

June 16: Angel Martinez, Rainbow Gold Reviews

June 17: Book Reviews and More by Kathy, Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves, Smoocher’s Voice

June 18: Louise Lyons

June 19: Kimber Vale, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words

June 20: Up All Night, Read All Day, F.E. Feeley Jr., Nephylim

 

Sales Links:

http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4997

 

 

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Finn Book Tour

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Author Bio:

While Angel Martinez is the erotic fiction pen name of a writer of several genres, she writes both kinds of gay romance – Science Fiction and Fantasy. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware, (and full time inside the author’s head) Angel has one husband, one son, two cats, a changing variety of other furred and scaled companions, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate.

 

Author Links:

https://www.facebook.com/amartinez2

https://www.facebook.com/Angel.Martinez.author

http://www.pinterest.com/angelwritesmm/

http://angelmartinezbooks.tumblr.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AngelMartinezrr

Cover Artist: Lex Valentine

Publisher: MLR Publishing

Interview

 

 

Hi Parker!

 

I’ve been at this for a few years now, so while Finn is my first love still, I’m afraid we no longer have an exclusive relationship. A quick rundown of some of my lovelies and their worlds:

 

On the M/M fantasy side of the house, we have Endangered Fae, all about the perils of the fae rejoining the modern world. In the first book, Finn, we have our pooka waking up from a long sleep to find the world has changed drastically and all the other fae have vanished. The next three books concentrate on what happens when we find the rest of the fae, with all the disasters, government paranoia, and unforeseen consequences that accompany their return. (Finn, Diego, Semper Fae and coming soon – No Fae Is An Island)

 

Finn is already available again, Diego, Endangered Fae 2, comes out in the next month:

 

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After defeating an evil wendigo, a man and his pooka lover deserve a little quiet. Unfortunately, Diego and Finn’s new life is turned upside-down when Diego, in a jealous rage, unwittingly rips a hole in the impenetrable Veil to the Otherworld.

Separated on the other side of the Veil where Finn faces old conflicts and Diego is the only human in a land of fae, the two of them are forced to navigate between huge egos and ancient feuds. Worse still, fae in both the sidhe and Fomorian courts are dying of a mysterious illness. Everyone believes Diego is the key to a cure. Things can’t possibly get any worse, can they? They can when the US government gets involved.

 

Brandywine Investigations looks at gods in the modern world, specifically Hades, ancient Greek god of the Underworld, and his extended, tumultuous family. The first story, Canines, Crosshairs and Corpses, takes place just after Persephone serves Hades with divorce papers. (Canines, Crosshairs and Corpses and No Enemy But Time)

 

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Canines, Crosshairs and Corpses (nominated for Best Paranormal, M/M Romance Readers’ Choice Awards)

 

What’s a Lord of the Dead to do? Hades’ bride of several thousand years has served him with divorce papers and she doesn’t just want him out of her life, she wants the palace and the dog, too. Hades’ nephews and his faithful ferryman, Charon, are determined to find their uncle something to distract him before he expires of brooding misery.

Tiberius Snyder had a good future, until his mother dies and his employer shuts down. When he finds himself alone with nowhere to live, he turns to panhandling and to drink, depression slowly killing him.

He just wants a place to sleep out of the cold wind, but Death finds him in a dirty alley. Odd. Ti never thought Death would be so hot…

On the M/M Science Fiction side of the house:

 

The ESTO (Eridani Sector Treaty Organization) Universe stories take place in humanity’s far future after the ESTO/Altairian War. In a post war galaxy, paranoia and xenophobia still color every interaction, but a few brave souls reach out to other worlds, other races, to those unlike themselves. These are the heroes of the galaxy—the ones who strive to change hearts and minds in a universe where humanity realizes it’s no longer alone. (Gravitational Attraction, Sub Zero, Vassily the Beautiful, Prisoner 374215)

 

The flagship novel, Gravitational Attraction, will be re-releasing at Dreamspinner Press in July. Also in this universe:

 

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Vassily the Beautiful (releasing 6/11/14, Mischief Corner Books)

 

Vassily Belikov, composer and pampered son of privilege, suffered neurological damage in the accident that killed his father. Resentful of being treated as an invalid, he lives as a recluse, dependent on his mother. That changes the day she brings home a new husband with two sons of his own.

When deep-space pirates capture Vassily’s mother, he’s left to the mercy of his cruel, amoral stepfather. Fighting addiction and his physical shortcomings, he’s forced to seek out the criminal mastermind Baba Yaga for a crucial piece of equipment. While she agrees to deal with him if he beats his Exoticus addiction, paranoia and mysterious intentions infuse her household. Drawn to her fierce, suspicious youngest son, certain his actions are all carefully observed, Vassily must find the courage to face both his fears and his desires if he expects to survive.

Brimstone (a Science Fiction Humor series) is a series about demons. In space. Due to circumstances completely within his control, Shax, the Demon Prince of Thieves, has fled, er, emigrated from Earth to seek his fortunes out in the galaxy. Who said Science Fiction always has to be serious? (Hell For The Company, Fear Of Frogs and Shax’s War)

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Hell For The Company: Brimstone 1

 

Shax, the Demon Prince of Thieves, has reconciled himself to exile. He has a grand time careening around the galaxy as a high-end, intergalactic purloiner of pretties. Everything’s going just fine, thank you very much. All right, fine, the anti-gravity cows are a bit problematic and some of his buyers are bad for his health, but he manages until he comes across an injured angel in a psychedelic alien jungle.

He only rescues the wing boy for his golden feathers, but what Shax doesn’t know about angels could fill an intergalactic encyclopedia.

 

Variant Configurations – One new nucleic acid and the world is forever changed…
Superheroes…everyone wants to be one.

Except in this future America, people with superpowers are either highly controlled government operatives, part of The Guild, or they’re outcasts. Often regarded as monsters. Terrorists. Variant scum.

 

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Rarely Pure and Never Simple

 

Damien just wants to be left alone. Too bad his variant talent as a locator makes him the go-to contractor for the government’s missing person cases. He can refuse, but it’s not so easy when the missing are variant kids.

 

Blaze Emerson is a sparker. People fear him as much for his ability to call fire as his obnoxious, violent temperament. He’s good at what he does, though, and he’s intrigued by the quiet man who can find people with his brain. Conspiracies, treachery, and wild rumors are only the start. First Damien and Blaze have to survive each other.

There are other miscellaneous works wandering about, vampires, tilted fairytales, oddball fantasy – everything’s on my website if you need it. Alternatively, you can find me at my lovely publishers: Amber Allure, MLR Press, Dreamspinner and Mischief Corner Books.

 

Blurb:

Finn: When Diego rescues a naked man from the rail of the Brooklyn Bridge, he just wants to get the poor man out of traffic and to social services. He gets more than he bargained for when he discovers Finn is an ailing pooka, poisoned by the city’s pollution. To help him recover, Diego takes him to New Brunswick where Finn inadvertently wakes an ancient, evil spirit: the wendigo.

While they struggle to find a way to destroy the wendigo before it can possess Diego or kill nearby innocents, Diego wrestles with his growing feelings for Finn. Kill the monster and navigate a relationship between a modern man and a centuries old pooka. Piece of cake.

Excerpt:

The ordeal of the shower seemed cruel, but Finn was filthy and smelled like a dumpster during a garbage strike. Diego placed one of his plastic kitchen chairs in the middle of the shower and installed Finn there, but he only slumped against the chair back, eyes closed, face turned into the spray.

Too exhausted to even flinch.

Diego fought down the little shiver of revulsion at the stench, stripped to his boxers, and stepped into the stall with him. He attacked the tangled mass of hair first, positioning Finn so his head hung back over the chair. No lice—a good sign. He might have been homeless, but he probably hadn’t lived on the streets too long. The nest of midnight snarls unwound under the caress of water and shampoo. If Finn stood, his hair would reach at least to the top curve of his butt. A strange blue-black iridescence shone in it, his natural coloring as far as Diego could tell rather than bottled special effects.

The rest Diego washed with a loofah, shoving away modesty out of a need to get Finn to his rest. An ache lodged around his heart to see how malnutrition had ravaged what probably had been a lean-muscled frame. An athlete, perhaps, before he went off the deep end, an impression reinforced by the absence of almost all body hair. Waxed or electrolysis-denuded—only Finn’s crotch sported a black thatch of soft hair. Swimmer, perhaps. The Olympic competitors often shaved it all off for every small gain in streamlining.

He turned off the water and tugged at Finn’s arm. “Come on. Let’s get you settled. You can’t sleep in the shower.”

Finn staggered to his feet and Diego all but carried him to Mitch’s room. The spare room, he corrected himself. He usually kept the door closed so the stark, unfurnished space wasn’t glaring at him.

He sat Finn down against the wall, brought him a pair of flannel pajamas, soft with age, and went out to the front closet to retrieve the air mattress and vacuum. Six boxes lay stacked against the wall; all that remained of Mitch’s things. Diego ran a hand over one, and then shook his head against the temptation to open the top and look at its contents. When he returned, Finn hadn’t moved from where he sat, naked and dozing in a patch of sunlight.

“You might want to put those on.” Diego toed the pajamas closer as he dragged the air mattress into place. When Finn’s only response was a long sigh, he added, “We need to get you warm. I don’t want to have to take you to Emergency.”

With a puzzled frown, Finn unfolded the material and managed, after looking back and forth between the pajamas and Diego’s jeans a few times, to pull the bottoms on. His efforts with the top, though, were sabotaged when the vacuum roared to life. He startled and scuttled sideways, wide-eyed and panting.

Diego hurried to switch it off. “Sorry. Should have warned you.”

“Is it some sort of small dragon?”

For a moment, Diego stared in blank surprise before he caught himself. At least the nature of Finn’s delusion was becoming clearer. He might even share his history later when he had the energy, perhaps some tragic story of an exiled prince. For now, Diego thought it best to play along.

“Not a dragon. Just a machine. It blows out and sucks in air with great force.”

“Ah.” Finn seemed disappointed, but waved a hand for him to continue.

Mattress inflated, Finn dressed and installed in bed, Diego thought he should get something in him before he drifted off. He tried tap water first but Finn jerked his head away, the color draining from his face.

“Tainted,” he gasped. “Great Dagda, it reeks.”

Diego sniffed above the glass, puzzled. New York City water, piped in from the mountains, was cleaner than most but it was treated. Chlorine. Fluoride. Maybe Finn had an allergy to one or the other.

Bottled water produced a less violent reaction. Finn smelled it, nose crinkled, but he downed half the bottle in desperate gulps before Diego could take it back from him. Hydration, at least, wouldn’t be an issue.

The hurdle of food remained. Starvation often did terrible things to the body’s ability to accept nourishment. Not the best time to offer a hamburger and fries. Diego decided he should start with the foods one was supposed to give sick kids: bananas, rice, applesauce and toast, minus the applesauce, since he didn’t have any.

Finn wouldn’t touch the boiled-in-tap-water rice. He nibbled a corner of the toast and set it aside with murmured apologies. The banana completely stumped him. He turned it over and over in his hands and finally tried to bite through the skin.

“You eat these?” He handed it back to Diego with a grimace.

All right, so his reality doesn’t include New World fruit. Diego peeled the banana for him and handed it back. “You don’t eat the skin. Try the inside.”

Finn took a careful bite and his eyes widened. “That’s not bad.”

Diego could only watch anxiously, praying his guest wouldn’t choke, as the rest disappeared in three bites. With a contented sigh, Finn handed the peel back, gathered the covers into a circle in the center of the mattress, and curled into a tight ball inside his nest. By the time Diego brought an extra comforter to cover him, Finn was fast asleep.

Clean and at rest, his face had a childlike quality with his hair tucked behind one finely-curved ear. Diego wasn’t certain it was a handsome face, almost unearthly in its delicacy, and though Finn stood six inches taller, he had the odd feeling he could scoop that long frame up in his arms without much effort.

He backed out and closed the door as quietly as he could, confident Finn wouldn’t die on him. Tomorrow he would see about finding the right agency to take his guest, preferably one that wouldn’t hand him right over to immigration.

A few hours of peace while Finn slept should let him at least get through the current chapter he was writing.

The moment he sat ready at his desk, fingers poised over the keys, the phone rang.

Tour Dates: June 2, 2014 – June 13, 2014

Tour Stops:

June 2: Tara Lain

June 3: Parker Williams

June 4: Kimi-Chan, Jade Crystal, Talon SO

June 5: Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves, MM Good Books

June 6: Nephylim, Hearts on Fire

June 9: Prism Book Alliance

June 10: Love Bytes, My Fiction Nook

June 11: Fallen Angel Reviews

June 12: The Novel Approach

June 13: Amanda C. Stone, Velvet Panic

 

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Another Man’s Treasure Book Tour

AMT

Hi! We’re Lisa Henry and J.A. Rock, authors of Another Man’s Treasure. We’re touring the web talking about our influences, our crazy ideas, this new book, and even giving you a sneak peek or two! And of course there’s a giveaway involved! Check out the bottom of this post to see how you can win.

 

Thanks so much to our host blogs for having us, and to everyone following the tour. Today, Lisa interviews JA.

 

Lisa: I seriously can’t remember if this story was your idea or mine. Does this mean that we’ve finally reached our goal of combining our brains into one smut-and-torture-filled hive-mind, or does it just mean I should pay more attention to details?

 

I think it’s the first one. We might have finally reached this stage.

I remember you sent me the picture of the guy with the corset piercing, so you can take the credit. I do remember it was one of my favorites to brainstorm. That was the night I’d had all that tea and had to pee every five minutes. So I’d send you an email, go to the bathroom, and when I’d come back, there’d be an email from you, and so on. Great system.

 

Lisa: If there’s one thing you would want to tell readers about AMT, what is it?

 

It’s not just about torture! Here’s the thing: I love writing violence. I love exploring the whys and hows of it, and I have a lot of ideas for how to torture people—and I mean that in the least creepy way possible. HOWEVER, I am not a fan of torture porn. I don’t like the Saws and the Hostels where the characters are just objects to enact inventive cruelties upon. Too often I think violence is used as a shortcut to get a reaction, and explicitness as a substitute for an honest understanding of why we hurt each other. So what I HOPE we’ve given readers are characters complex enough that the book is not about the violence; it’s about where we find the strength to survive brutality, and about the different ways we love—or try to love—and why we hold onto human connection in even the most horrific circumstances.

 

Lisa: Who’s your favourite character in this?

 

The dog. Always the dog. Who gets significantly less page time here than most of our canine characters. But as far as humans, I like Ilia. I know he’s kind of a fuckface—selfish and immature and confused. But aren’t we all?

 

Lisa: And who was the most fun to write?

 

Louis. I’m such a sucker for troubled parent-child relationships, and Louis is so awful, and so frustrating because he doesn’t even understand why he’s awful. I love it!

 

Lisa: Did any of our characters surprise you in any way? (We’re pantsers, not plotters. We’re constantly surprised by characters, plot twists, and even what day it is. Especially what day it is.)

 

The date, time, and year are perpetual sources of surprise to me. Also the amount of undone laundry and the location of my keys.

You know, our characters always surprise me. I love that about writing. I think here we did end up with some significant differences between the book we wrote and the book we “planned.” Patrick ended up being a more forceful character than our original sketch led me to believe he’d be.

 

Lisa: In the blurb you wrote for AMT (Thanks for that, BTW. I owe you a drink or something.) you describe it is a psychological thriller. And I’m kind of glad you did, because I had no idea how to categorise it. If you could create your own genre for this, what would it be called?

 

Progressive torture porn?

 

Lisa: In a chess match between the Kadyrov brothers, who would win? What about a cage fight?

 

I think Nick could beat Mikhail at chess. Even though Nick is a fuck-up, he does seem cleverer than Mikhail somehow. Though if chess victories are a measure of cleverness, I’m in trouble. Mikhail will win the cage fight. Mikhail’s Thor and Nick’s Loki. Except they’re both criminals and they don’t have superpowers.

 

Lisa: Similar question for Ilia and Patrick, except they’re playing Mario Kart on the Nintendo 64. Which characters do they play, and who wins Toad’s Turnpike? Driving against the flow of traffic.

 

Ilia’s got Patrick there. He’s actually played video games, while Patrick just watches youtube videos of other people playing them. Although if anyone in the world has the patience to deal with that reverse traffic…it’s probably Patrick.

 

Wahoo!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Contest

 

Thanks for following our tour! To celebrate our release, we’re giving away an ebook of Another Man’s Treasure, and a $20 gift voucher from Amazon  All you have to do is leave a comment on this post with a way for us to contact you, be it your email, your twitter, or a link to your facebook or goodreads account. Please put your email in the body of the comment, not just in email section of the comment form, because we won’t be able to see it otherwise! On June 10, we’ll draw a winner from all eligible comments! Be sure to follow the whole tour, because the more comments you leave, the more chances you have to win this awesome prize!

 

About Another Man’s Treasure:

 

 

 

Ilia Porter is Chechen mob boss Mikhail Kadyrov’s greatest treasure. After leaving home at eighteen to escape his verbally abusive father, beautiful, selfish Ilia has lived with Mikhail, proud of his ability to bring such a powerful man to his knees to worship. But when Ilia’s father, a police captain, kills Mikhail in a raid, Ilia’s world falls apart.

 

Entering to pick up the pieces is Mikhail’s younger brother, Nick—impulsive, power-hungry, and dangerous. When Nick tells Ilia he’s taking everything that belonged to Mikhail—including Ilia—Ilia is too lost in grief to fight. Nick holds Ilia prisoner in the apartment Ilia once shared with Mikhail and grooms him for a very important mission: to kill Ilia’s father and avenge Mikhail’s death.

 

Ilia wants no part in the plot, but being Nick’s ally is preferable to being Nick’s victim, so he begins to warp himself into the monster Nick wants him to be. Hope arrives when Nick takes another captive: Patrick, a shy massage therapist who’s stronger than he seems. Patrick and Ilia must join forces to escape Nick—and to keep each other whole as Nick does everything in his power to break them.

 

About the Authors

 

Lisa Henry lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn’t know why, because she hates the heat, but suspects she’s too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government minion, and the other half plotting her escape.

 

She attended university at sixteen, not because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between international school systems early in life. She studied History and English, neither of them very thoroughly.

 

She shares her house with too many cats, a dog, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.

 

You can visit Lisa herwebsite, atGoodreads, or onFacebook orTwitter.

 

J.A. Rock

 

J.A. Rock has worked as a dog groomer, knife seller, haunted house zombie, standardized patient, cashier, census taker, state fair quilt hanger, and, for one less-than-magical evening, a server—and would much rather be writing about those jobs than doing them. J.A. lives mostly in West Virginia, and always with a beloved dog, Professor Anne.

Website: www.jarockauthor.com

Blog: http://jarockauthor.blogspot.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/jarockauthor

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ja.rock.39