Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Playing the Fool #1: The Two Gentlemen of Altona


THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF ALTONA (Playing the Fool #1) is here! Lisa and I had a blast writing this series. It's a bit different from our usual fare--very little angst, and, at least in Book 1, very little sex. But it's fun, we hope. We've got a big blog tour, and you have a chance to win a $20 Riptide voucher, a book from either of our backlists, and the contents of Henry Page's duffel bag (some Shakespeare and a ton of candy!) Here's a list of tour stops:

December 29, 2014 The Blogger Girls
December 29, 2014 On Top Down Under Book Reviews - Spotlight
December 29, 2014 Prism Book Alliance
December 29, 2014 Sinfully Sexy Books
December 30, 2014 Joyfully Jay
December 30, 2014 La Crimson Femme
December 30, 2014 KT Book Reviews - Review Stop
December 30, 2014 Cup O' Porn - Spotlight
December 31, 2014 The Novel Approach
December 31, 2014 The Jeep Diva
December 31, 2014 MM Good Book Reviews - Spotlight Stop
December 31, 2014 Smoocher's Voice
January 1, 2015 Book Reviews and More by Kathy
January 1, 2015 Things I Find While Shelving – Spotlight Stop
January 1, 2015 Creative Deeds
January 2, 2015 Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words - Spotlight Stop
January 2, 2015 TTC Books and More – Spotlight Stop
January 2, 2015 Love Bytes
January 2, 2015 Crystal's Many Reviewers

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Adventures in Poopland: An (Almost) Holiday Tale

I walk dogs part time. It’s a fun job, but around this time of year, it gets a little crazy. Between holiday stress, guests coming and going, and tasty baked goods lying around, a lot of dogs end up in some kind of mischief. I’ve gotten several apologetic notes from owners lately explaining that their dog ate an entire tray of muffins last night, or a sweater, or peed on the presents, or chewed the heads off the yard elves.

But so far, my actual time with the dogs each day has been stress free.

Today should have been so easy. It was my last day before the holidays; there were only three dogs on my schedule. I could have knocked that out in an hour and a half and been home and packing for my travels by lunchtime.

But there were…complications.

It started with the puppy who doesn’t poop on his walks. He waits until we’re back at his house and then wants to be let out to #2 in the yard. No problem. Except the ground's been frosty lately, and today it was warm, which meant the back yard was quite soggy. And as I crossed the yard to pick up the poo Puppy had just done, I stepped in a very large, very wet pile of older poo. In my effort to do damage control, I stepped in the new pile with my other foot.

There was nothing to be done for it. Wiping my shoes on the grass just got mud caked on too. There weren’t enough sticks in the yard to sufficiently scrape all that needed to be scraped. Puppy, meanwhile, was delighted, tearing around the yard and kicking up clods of muck. And I was rapidly running out of time before I needed to be at the next dog’s house.

So I took my shoes off, deciding the first order of business was to contain Puppy, who by this time was shooting through the house, tracking mud I had tried--apparently without much success--to wipe from his paws.

When I finally got him kenneled, I carried my shoes in and had at them with paper towels. But there wasn’t enough time, so I had to put them on and head to the next house and try to ignore the smell.

Dog #2’s dad was home. I asked the dad if he still wanted me to walk the dog. He said sure. And actually, it was nice, because I could just stand in the entryway and have him hand the dog off to me, so I didn’t have to come into his house with my poop covered shoes.

Two minutes into the walk, Dog #2 went #2, and I realized I didn’t have a baggie on me. We were close to my car and I usually have extras in there, so we went to the car and found a bag. Bagged the poo, threw it away, and moved on. Fifteen minutes later, the dog took another, massive shit. Once again, no bag. But as I rummaged in my coat pockets, I found one. A Christmas miracle. I started to pick up the poo and noticed it felt warmer than usual.

This, it turned out, was because the bag had a giant tear in in, and was only covering half of my hand. The rest of my hand was in the dog poop.

So now I had crap on both shoes and on one hand. I managed to wipe most of the hand poo onto the plastic bag, and threw the whole mess away. I took the dog back home. The dad was still there, and--I don't know what happened. I got embarrassed. I didn't want to stand in his entryway with feces on my hand and shoes and ask to use his sink. The next dog’s house was just around the corner, and I figured I could wash off there in privacy.

So I handed Dog #2 back to his dad (with my clean hand), wished him happy holidays, and hurried around the corner to Dog #3.

Dog #3 was overjoyed. He sniffed my hand, my pants cuffs, my shoes… Oh. Oh you smell so good. Why can’t you smell like this everyday?

I don’t know, Dog #3. Maybe because if I smelled like this every day, life would cease to be worth living. But thanks for the moral support.

I washed my hands. Over and over again. Then I took Dog #3 on his walk. We enjoyed the beautiful day. At one point, he was sniffing in a neighbor’s yard, and I noticed a pile of some other dog’s poop that hadn’t been cleaned up. So I started guiding Dog #3 carefully around the pile. Just to be safe. I mean, I didn’t really think I would have to tell the very docile, very intelligent Dog #3 not to walk though the…

He stepped right in it. Right in it.

So now, to recap, there was poop on both of my shoes, and on the dog’s left front foot. We headed back to the house. I could leave my shoes out by the front door, but we couldn’t leave the dog’s foot outside, so I was going to have to wipe him off. His owners provide a towel in the front hall for paw wiping when it’s muddy out, but I couldn’t very well wipe shit all over their towel and then hang it up next to their coats to fester for the next five hours.

The only other option was to use the emergency towel in my car. Long story short, that’s what I did. But not before I made up a little song to describe the dilemma, and sang it for Dog #3. It went like this:

I’m a good person,
And I don’t understand
Why there’s poop on everything—
My feet and my hand.

And now there’s poop on you;
I’ll have to wipe it off.
But I don’t know what to use
So…fuck!

If I use the provided towel,
It will smell real bad
But if I use my own towel
I’ll be very sad.

I try to live my life well;
I try to do things right.
So why the #%$ is there #&$#ing @#%^ all over everything?
I never want to see dog%&^% again. How the *#$@ was this day such a massive ^$#@storm?

Dog #3 was very patient. He listened to the whole song, and then he gave me kisses. So, you know… good thing they’re so cute, is what I’m sayin’. I wouldn’t endure all this shit for just anyone.

Merry Christmas to all my pups.

And to all of you, however and wherever you’re celebrating. Hope you have wonderful holidays, free of ordure.

Monday, December 15, 2014

FALL ON YOUR KNEES Blog Tour - Your chance to win!

The Loose Id RATED XXXMAS anthology is releasing tonight, and that means Lisa Henry and I are about to take off on our magical smut sleigh to tour the internet and give away prizes. Our kinky menage novella, FALL ON YOUR KNEES, is part of the anthology, and our characters make some slightly nonconformist choices about what to do with gingerbread cookies and toy train sets.

So in honor of all the holiday traditions we've attempted to link forever in your minds with filth, we have the following prizes to offer.

ONE commenter from all of our combined tour stops will win the GRAND PRIZE. Which includes:

1. A DIY gingerbread train set! Just assemble and decorate according to the instructions on the box.
2. A paperback copy of Lisa's and my Christmas novel from last year, THE BOY WHO BELONGED. This book is #2 in THE BOY series, features lots of kink, and also includes THE NAUGHTY BOY, our short story from the series.
3. An e-copy of the RATED XXXMAS anthology, which, in addition to FALL ON YOUR KNEES, contains an awesome novella by E.F. Mulder called SHEPHERD, WISE MAN, AND THE LITTLE DRUMMER BOY.





TWO additional commenters from the combined tour posts will win e-copies of the anthology. All you have to do is leave your contact info on your comment on any and all of the tour posts. And here are the stops:

December 16 - Joyfully Jay
December 16 - Love Bytes
December 18 - The Novel Approach
December 20 - Prism Book Alliance


Merry Kinkmas!

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Cover Art: RATED XXXMAS

Hi all! Hope those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving had a happy one. I've enjoyed a few days checking in on my beloved West Virginia. Still wild, still wonderful. Still contains a preponderance of squirrel gravy.

A couple of quick updates:

Cover art for Loose Id's RATED XXXMAS anthology is here! This collection will release December 16th and features Lisa Henry's and my 30k BDSM menage novella FALL ON YOUR KNEES.



Spanking, check; enemas, check; orgasm denial, check. Plus a couple of surprises involving pervertables. And if you'd like to read an excerpt from FoYK, why not...

Sign up for my joint newsletter with Lisa, This Rebus Does Not Work. You'll get info on our upcoming Henrock releases, excerpts, recipes, and chances to win prizes! In December's letter, Lisa dishes on her Sterek addiction, and I share an old family recipe for gingerbread...for no particular reason. *whistles innocently.*

In WIPland I'm stressing over finishing THE GRAND BALLAST, which does not want to behave itself, and preparing for the release of the PLAYING THE FOOL trilogy with Lisa--you can check out an early review for THE MERCHANT OF DEATH (Book #2) in Kirkus Reviews--and working on a number of gloriously fun coauthored projects.

And in personal affairs, my roommates and I have finally earned enough green stamps from our local grocery store to claim our dream prize: a pan with a spout that will render our colander unnecessary. The quest for the "pour pan" has been an epic one (for every $10 we spend at the store, we get a stamp, and once we collect enough stamps we're eligible for "free" cookware), culminating when I earned the final 8 stamps we needed then promptly lost them. The roommates gave me 24 hours to find them before unspecified "consequences" would be unleashed. The search that ensued was worthy of anything Jack Bauer underwent on 24. But I found the stamps, and when I return to Chicago on Monday, we're going to get our free pan! And by "free" I mean we had to spend $1250 at Jewel-Osco. Still. Basically free.

Enjoy the T-give leftovers!

Monday, November 10, 2014

All the Release Dates. Also, I'm Going to Watch Star Wars.

Exciting things are afoot! Lisa Henry and I are deeply immersed in book 3 of THE BOY series. We have not one, but TWO releases next month! I’m apparently going to watch STAR WARS for the first time this weekend, or else Lisa will mock me into oblivion. (Hey, I've seen clips of it. And it just looks like a bunch of guys running around with 70s hair and laser guns. But I'm told this deficiency in my pop cultural savvy is unforgivable.)

So, let’s start with upcoming releases:

December 16: Loose Id’s Rated XXX-Mas Anthology comes out. Lisa and I have a very kinky story in there called FALL ON YOUR KNEES. The unofficial blurb goes like this:

Asa and his longtime partner, Javier, are looking forward to a cozy, kinky Christmas together. But when Asa discovers his coworker Drew has nowhere to go for the holidays, he invites Drew home for dinner. His motives aren’t entirely pure: Asa and Javier are both dominant, and occasionally arrange one night stands with submissives. Asa’s been hot for Drew for months, even though he has no proof Drew is kinky.

Drew has wanted Asa since the day they met. Drew would never come between Asa and his partner, but that doesn’t stop him from fantasizing about Asa doing filthy, painful, incredible things to him. He accepts Asa’s dinner invitation reluctantly, not eager to witness Asa and Javier’s domestic bliss firsthand.

When Javier discovers Drew’s profile on a BDSM site shortly before Drew’s arrival, the game changes. A bold proposition leads to Asa and Jav sharing a night of play and passion with a dinner guest who’s nowhere near as innocent as he looks. But as their not-so-silent night progresses, they find themselves on shaky ground. Can they keep this arrangement no strings attached? Or is there a way for each man to get what he really wants for Christmas?

Note: Blurbs for the following books can be found on my Coming Soon page, to avoid an overly-blurby post.

December 29th: THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF ALTONA, book 1 in the PLAYING THE FOOL trilogy, comes out! It’s available for preorder now at Riptide, Amazon, and ARe. Preordering from Riptide gets you a discount, and you receive the book a couple of days early. You can find all the pre-order links, plus links to some early reviews here.

January 20th: TAKE THE LONG WAY HOME. My first solo book in a while, TTLWH continues my exploration of the world of vanilla sex. There’s a tiny bit of kink in this one, but the book is more of a self-discovery/coming of age tale. Still plenty of sex, though. I promise.

February 2nd: THE MERCHANT OF DEATH, book 2 in the PtF trilogy.

March 9th: Book 3!

Sometime in the winter/spring: another solo book, THE GRAND BALLAST. I have no idea what genre to put this in. Let’s call it speculative suspense, for now. It takes place in the future, but the futuristic aspect is minimal. There is a love story, but it’s not necessarily at the forefront. As with ANOTHER MAN’S TREASURE, the wrap up is not tidy, and there is some violence. But if you go with me to the dark side, there will be a return to lightness in 2016, because…

I’ve signed a contract with Riptide for a four-book series called THE SUBS CLUB! It’s mostly fun, with a little angst (of course). And a fuckton of kinky sex. It’s about a group of subs who form a…well, club, in order to ferret out bad doms in their local BDSM community.

And one last thing--seriously the last--Lisa and I will be at The Novel Approach on the 13th talking about BRANDON MILLS VERSUS THE V-CARD. We're doing a giveaway, and we'd love for you to stop by!

Monday, October 27, 2014

Brandon Mills is Here! Also, GRL Happened.

I am way behind. Let me catch you up fast! Lisa Henry and I went to GRL. It was super fun. If I met you at GRL, thank you for being part of what made it so great. If I didn't meet you, I wish I had, because I'll bet you would have made it even better. Lisa and I are proud to report that we got into zero legal trouble, and actually spent our time together quite productively. We plotted out multiple new books, including book 3 in THE BOY series! Get ready for some Mr. Zimmerman drama.


We gave out lots of plastic dinosaurs in honor of BRANDON MILLS VERSUS THE V-CARD, which has just released! It can be purchased through Loose Id's site, and should be available on Amazon, B&N, etc., in the next few days. BMvtV-C is a sequel to MARK COOPER VERSUS AMERICA, focusing on Mark's friend Brandon, who falls unexpectedly for a dinosaur-loving nerd.

If you'd like to win a copy of BRANDON or any of our backlist titles, join us on our blog tour! Here's where we'll be:

10/28 - Boys in Our Books
10/29 - Prism Book Alliance
11/1 - Joyfully Jay Reviews
11/13 - The Novel Approach Reviews
11/16 - Love Bytes Reviews




BLURB:

Smart, shy Prescott sophomore Brandon Mills is working hard to overcome his troubled past and be normal. With the help of his friends Mark and Deacon, and his brothers at Phi Sigma Kappa, he’s slowly coming out of his shell. But when he accidentally drenches a freshman in orange soda, he faces something he’s not ready for: a boy crushing on him.

Alex Kekoa pledges Phi Sig because it has everything he wants: a house full of nerds who won’t tease him for being smart, a dog, and Brandon Mills. Brandon is just the type of guy Alex needs to help fulfill his college ambition: losing his virginity. Except Alex doesn’t know that Brandon can’t stand to touch or be touched.


When Alex and Brandon are drafted onto the Phi Sig Academic Challenge team, their mutual attraction grows. If there’s anyone who can help Brandon discover it feels good to touch and kiss, maybe it’s klutzy Alex with his cute glasses and his dinosaur obsession. But as the competition--and their relationship--heats up, Alex’s determination not to die a virgin clashes with Brandon’s vow of lifelong celibacy, forcing them to examine what’s truly important to each of them about love.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Cover Art: Brandon Mills Versus the V-Card

BRANDON MILLS VERSUS THE V-CARD has a lovely cover by Dar Albert! Lisa Henry and I would appreciate if you could all add the term "crotch dinosaur" to your vocabulary.

Out October 28.

BRANDON MILLS VERSUS THE V-CARD is the sequel to MARK COOPER VERSUS AMERICA. It's a sweet NA romance--no kink this time, though Lisa and I are working on book 3 in the Prescott College series, and that one will more than make up for the kink dearth here.

Smart, shy Prescott sophomore Brandon Mills is working hard to overcome his troubled past and be normal. With the help of his friends Mark and Deacon, and his brothers at Phi Sigma Kappa, he’s slowly coming out of his shell. But when he accidentally drenches a freshman in orange soda, he faces something he’s not ready for: a boy crushing on him.

Alex Kekoa pledges Phi Sig because it has everything he wants: a house full of nerds who won’t tease him for being smart, a dog, and Brandon Mills. Brandon is just the type of guy Alex needs to help fulfill his college ambition: losing his virginity. Except Alex doesn’t know that Brandon can’t stand to touch or be touched.

When Alex and Brandon are drafted onto the Phi Sig Academic Challenge team, their mutual attraction grows. If there’s anyone who can help Brandon discover it feels good to touch and kiss, maybe it’s klutzy Alex with his cute glasses and his dinosaur obsession. But as the competition--and their relationship--heats up, Alex’s determination not to die a virgin clashes with Brandon’s vow of lifelong celibacy, forcing them to examine what’s truly important to each of them about love.

BMvtV-C is out October 28th from Loose Id. Lisa and I are excited to share it with you! In the meantime, we're getting ready for GRL. Which I'm sure isn't going to be a wild time at all...

Monday, September 15, 2014

Coming Soon: All the Things

This summer has been a wild time. I moved, started a new job as a dog walker--which is very fun, and full of adorable--and I have been writing like a fiend.

This guy.

So, while I've been lousy at keeping the blog updated, I do have lots of new stuff coming out soon. The PLAYING THE FOOL mystery series, co-written with Lisa Henry, starts releasing December 29th. Excerpts, covers, blurbs, and preorders are now available on Riptide Publishing's website. Lisa and I also have BRANDON MILLS VERSUS THE V-CARD and a very naughty holiday BDSM menage called FALL ON YOUR KNEES coming up. You can check out my Coming Soon page for more info.



Also, GRL is just around the corner! I'm looking forward to meeting lots of people and being totally, 100% on my best behavior. Every waking moment.

Absolutely.

And finally, get ready for Queer Romance Month! Lots of blog posts and giveaways from queer romance authors, plus plenty of ways to get involved and spread the message: Love is Love. Check out the website for more details!

Friday, July 25, 2014

Brandon Mills versus the V-Card

Lisa Henry and I have an acceptance on our sequel to MARK COOPER VERSUS AMERICA, BRANDON MILLS VERSUS THE V-CARD. It was originally BRANDON MILLS VERSUS VIRGINITY, but Amazon is having a little prude party, which you can read more about over at Lisa Henry's place. But we're very happy with V-Card, and even happier to get to share book two of the Prescott chronicles with you sometime in the near future!


Smart, shy Prescott sophomore Brandon Mills is working hard to overcome his troubled past and be normal. Life at Prescott, and in his fraternity, Phi Sigma Kappa, is good. With the help of his friends Mark and Deacon, Brandon is slowly coming out of his shell. When he accidentally drenches a freshman in orange soda, though, he faces something he’s not ready for: a boy crushing on him.


Alex Kekoa pledges Phi Sig because it has everything he wants: a house full of nerds who won’t tease him for being smart, a dog, and Brandon Mills. Brandon is just the type of guy Alex needs to help fulfill his college ambition: losing his virginity. Except Alex doesn’t know that Brandon can’t stand to touch or be touched.


When Alex and Brandon are drafted onto the Phi Sig Academic Challenge team, they start spending time together. If there’s anyone who can help Brandon discover it feels good to touch and kiss, maybe it’s klutzy Alex with his cute glasses and his dinosaur obsession. But as the competition--and their relationship--heats up, Alex’s determination not to die a virgin clashes with Brandon’s vow of lifelong celibacy, forcing them to examine what’s truly important to each of them about love.

Friday, July 18, 2014

New contract: TAKE THE LONG WAY HOME

Meet TAKE THE LONG WAY HOME, newly under contract with Loose Id! This one has a very frenetic--but I hope fun--narrator. He's only eighteen, but he's got a lot of opinions. And at least ninety-nine problems. The farmer's market is one. School is another. His perpetually-screaming family. His internet friend, Evan. His sister's mafia dollhouse. The random guy online who wants to pee on him. The subversive characters from his Spanish workbook. And this:



Here's the working blurb:

Dresden Marich has failed out of high school three months shy of graduation. He’s infatuated with his online friend, Evan, alienated from his family and former classmates, and still trying to recover from his father’s death six years ago. He’s also keeping a troubling secret about his older brother, Gunner, who is currently away at boot camp.

Then Dresden meets Caleb, a judgmental environmentalist who’s hardly Dresden’s fantasy come true. But Caleb seems to understand Dresden’s desire for rough sex, big feelings, and, ultimately, safety. As Dresden becomes embroiled in a farmers market drama involving Caleb, a couple of bullying tomato enthusiasts, and a gang of vigilante vegans, he discovers he might be willing to trade a fantasy relationship with Evan for a shot at something real with Caleb.

But Dresden fears telling quick-to-judge Caleb his secret, and the news that Gunner is coming home sends him fleeing to California for a chance to meet Evan in person and hopefully fall in love. When the meeting doesn’t go as expected, Dresden faces a choice: stay in California and carve out a new life, or take the long road home to his family, Caleb, and a past he must face if he has any hope for a future.

In other news, BRAT-TISTIC, the omnibus paperback of the WACKY WEDNESDAY and THE BRAT-TASTIC JAYK PARKER, is now available. So if you've been saying to yourself lately, "Man, I'd really like to read two books about domestic discipline bound together in one convenient tome, but I'd also like them to feature body swapping and a cake that tastes like butt cum," look no further. I've got you. 


Tuesday, July 8, 2014

BDSM Blog Hop: Using Our Words

Hi, and welcome to the BDSM blog hop, running July 5-13! Visit the hop's main page to see what BDSM readers and writers have to say about the lifestyle. Today I'm talking about misusing the BDSM label in fiction. Krog! Bring me my soapbox!



We know BDSM encompasses a massive range of activities and identities. But what does an activity need to be in order to fall under the BDSM umbrella?

Say it with me: Safe. Sane. And consensual.

BDSM stands for bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, and sadomasochism. Individually, these terms aren’t defined by the presence of consent, or even sex. But when you’re using the letters together, you’re referring to a variety of consensual practices with protocols in place to ensure the safety of the participants.

Which is why it bothers me when publishers include rape, torture, abuse, and kidnapping books in their BDSM and/or kink categories.

I used to see it happen a lot. And I still see it happen some. It’s like if there’s a whip in the book, regardless of why it’s there, the book gets labeled BDSM. I read a story last year that featured zero consensual sexual activity and pretty much nonstop rape and torture, and was asked by my Kindle when I finished, “Want More Unconventional Kink?” This was followed by a list of recommended reads. An eyeball licking fetish might be an unconventional kink. Rape? Um, no.

One of the biggest misconceptions the BDSM community has struggled with over the years is the idea that what we do is abuse. That it is violent, damaging, and only practiced by people who have a screw or two loose.

I get that in romance, readers have certain “kinks” we enjoy reading about but know are not okay in real life. Capture. Forced sexual slavery. Getting busy with krakens. But there are a lot of romance and erotica books on the market that portray capture, rape, and abuse, not as an erotic fantasy, but as crimes. And still get shelved as BDSM.

So the deal is, if it’s a story where the relationship and/or the sex is nonconsensual, it’s not BDSM. In BDSM, there’s consensual nonconsent—pre-negotiated enactment of a nonconsensual fantasy—but rape, even the I-was-ravished-by-pirates-and-was-surprised-by-how-much-I-enjoyed-it kind, is not BDSM. If it’s a story featuring mental or physical abuse—non-negotiated, nonconsensual damage to a person’s body or psyche—it’s not BDSM.

I know there are some gray areas. Anne Rice’s Beauty trilogy isn’t consensual, but it is clearly a fantasy, taking place in an imaginary kingdom in a time that never was and with participants who become willing (not to imply that a participant becoming willing after the fact is EVER an excuse for rape IRL). Would I call it a BDSM story? Yes. Why? I don’t know. Probably the spicy buttplugs. I do think it’s necessary, in a genre that explores taboos the way erotic romance does, to draw some distinction between realistically portrayed rape and violence, and very obvious fantasy.

The BDSM label in fiction is perhaps more for the benefit of readers, and doesn’t necessarily refer to how the characters in the story define their relationship. But what does it do for the real world perception of BDSM to put a book about a consensual kinky relationship in the same category as the stuff Law and Order: SVU episodes are made of? I love reading the SVU stuff. But I don’t want to see it on a list of Kinky Recommendations.

It’s time for the writing world to use its words and make a distinction between BDSM and abuse.  

And I’ll bet making that distinction could give rise to some creative new marketing categories…

Monday, June 23, 2014

In the Works

Hi all! Lots of writing going on lately, but not a lot of blogging. But here's an update:

Lisa Henry and I are finishing up a sequel to MARK COOPER VERSUS AMERICA, focusing on Mark's friend Brandon and his unexpected affection for ultimate hipster-esque dinosaur nerd Alex Kekoa. No title yet. Lisa and I like to do that part last because we...are...

Terrible at it.

We also enjoyed our foray into psychological thrillers so much with ANOTHER MAN'S TREASURE that we're doing a linked novel--different characters, same world. Like AMT, fucked up characters in difficult situations and a pretty significant dearth of joy. Yay?

In other news, the Goodreads BDSM group kicked off Season 3 of BDSM bedtimes stories this month. I got to narrate some fun excerpts by Tara Crescent, Jamie Fuchs, Normandie Alleman, Jena Cryer, and the co-writing team of  Lissa Trevor, Nik Flandre, Lori Perkins, Jamie K. Schmidt. Medical kink, coveting thy neighbor, and more! And Sirly Eric is narrating a bunch of stories too, and if you haven't heard it yet, his voice is all kinds of good 'n' sexy. You can check out the first few episodes here.

And finally, congrats to the giveaway winners on the ANOTHER MAN'S TREASURE blog tour, Aventura Mama and Jill P. Thanks to all who participated!

Saturday, May 31, 2014

ANOTHER MAN'S TREASURE is Here


ANOTHER MAN'S TREASURE is now available in print from Create Space and Amazon and in ebook formats from Amazon Kindle and Smashwords! Be sure to take advantage of the first week $3.99 ebook price, and follow the blog tour this week for a chance to win a $20 Amazon giftcard.

June 2 - The Blogger Girls 
June 2 - Parker Williams
June 3 - Sofia Grey
June 4 - Boys In Our Books 
June 5 - Prism Book Alliance
June 6 - Amanda Stone Books
June 6 - Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews


AMT Blog Tour - Bloodshed! Mayhem! Prizes!

Tomorrow is the release of Lisa Henry's and my psychological thriller, ANOTHER MAN'S TREASURE! *confetti made of bone fragments and blood clots* It's pretty violent, and it's not a romance, but we hope you'll give it a try anyway. It will be available in all ebook formats from Smashwords and Amazon, and in print from the Createspace store and Amazon. And for the first week only, the ebook will cost $3.99 instead of the regular $4.99 list price.

This week, we're going on tour, and if you leave comments at any of our tour stops, you could win a $20 Amazon GC and a copy of the book. Check out banner, Michael!



June 2 - The Blogger Girls
June 2 - Parker Williams
June 3 - Sofia Grey
June 4 - Boys In Our Books
June 5 - Prism Book Alliance
June 6 - Amanda Stone Books
June 6 - Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews

And join us at Joyfully Jay on June 10th for ANOTHER giveaway!

About AMT:

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.


Friday, May 23, 2014

Another Man's Treasure - Excerpt

Today Lisa and I are posting an excerpt from our upcoming book, ANOTHER MAN'S TREASURE. Which is not a romance. Have we said that enough? We'll post details of our blog tour soon too!



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.


CHAPTER ONE

I

Svvsssh.
A bright sting. The zip of satin across Ilia’s skin. Pressure on the rings so great that for a second Ilia thought they’d rip out. Then the pain faded to a throb, and the guy started threading the ribbon through the next set.
“All right?” the guy asked.
Ilia nodded.
“I’m pullin’.”
Ilia closed his eyes.
Svvsssh.
They were past the middle of Ilia’s back now. Each time the piercer pulled the ribbon taut, Ilia experienced such a mess of agony that he couldn’t think about anything else. But in the moments between, he could concentrate on the strangeness of the sensation. His skin was laced like a corset. A row of steel rings on either side of his spine. Black satin ribbon crisscrossing his back. He could feel blood trickle from some of the holes.
“This part ain’t as bad as the piercing, is it?”
Ilia tried to remember that pain—only half an hour since the piercer had forced the needle through his skin for the last time. It had hurt to have the rings put in, worse than having his nipples done, or his ears. But this, the constant pulling as he was laced up, might have been worse. “I don’t know.”
“You put on the Neosporin that’s got the painkiller in it? You’ll be all right. Shit, I might’ve got these crossed wrong.” The ends of the ribbons drifted across Ilia’s back. “Nope, I’m all right.”
“You done one of these before?” Ilia hadn’t asked before they’d started. He’d asked, Do you know how to do this?
Guy’d said yes, but since then Ilia had seen him referencing a photo on his phone. Had heard, briefly, the garbled lines of a video tutorial.
Big difference, between you know how? and you done it before?
 “One time,” the guy said. “Ladies. Twins. Green ribbons and pink. They was doing some kind of porn thing.”
Svsshhhh.
“Their bodies was all right. Their faces was kinda old looking, but I guess that’s not what you’re lookin’ at, huh? When you’re watchin’ that stuff?”
Svsshhhh.
Ilia let out a long breath. Thought of Mikhail. Arched, flexing the muscles of his back as blood went to his cock.
“I don’t know how ladies did it,” the guy said. “Wearing corsets and shit. Back in the old days.”
“Mmm.” Ilia clenched his jaw against another wave of pain.
The piercer seemed young to be doing this. Maybe younger than Ilia. Nineteen, twenty? He had gobs of metal in his eyebrows and a spiked labret ring, but without the piercings, he’d have looked scruffy and average. A country boy. Short tawny hair, slightly mussed. A scraggly goatee, pimples on his neck.
Ilia sat up straighter and pushed out his jaw slightly to emphasize the clean line of it. Shook his head so that the tips of his long earrings brushed his jaw. Glanced down at the two braided metal pendants that dangled on black cords between his pecs, making sure they were centered, and imagined the picture he made—dark-haired, pale, beautiful.
He felt a private satisfaction whenever he met anyone unattractive. Didn’t matter whether the other person actually envied him. Like now, it didn’t matter whether the piercer was admiring the smooth skin of his back and his hard, lean muscles. Whether his gaze was drawn to the mascara Ilia clumped thick on his lashes, or the way Ilia kept his lips slightly parted because he could pull it off—made him look slightly dazed and sensual, instead of brick-dumb or Abercrombie. Didn’t matter, because Ilia felt enviable.
The guy tugged the ribbon through one of the rings on the left side of Ilia’s lower back. They weren’t really rings—they were little barbells with rings attached, to keep the piercing from healing. “Took me nine hours to do ’em both. Those girls.”
Ilia had been here four.
“You said you just want this for fun?” the piercer asked.
“I’ve got someone who’s gonna like it,” Ilia replied. “I think.”
“They’d better. All the trouble you gone through for it.”
He will.
The guy sang along with the radio—one of those mellow indie songs that was all quirky rhymes. Supposed to be poetic, but just sounded like the girl singing was half asleep and murmuring whatever stupid shit came into her brain.

“Little red painted soldier,
I’m gonna make you mine.
Take you back to my back porch;
We’ll share the stars; we’ll share the wine.
The world is old and colder,
But my little house is fine.
Oh red painted soldier,
The wounds you feel are mine.
The wounds you feel, the wounds you heal,
The words you steal from a quiet mind;
Yeah little red painted soldier,
Don’t let the blind mislead the blind.”

The guy didn’t know most of the lyrics. He crooned nonsense as he got up to replace a latex glove. Shucked the broken glove into the trash—Ilia glimpsed a few red stains—and pulled on the new one, then came back around behind Ilia.
“What’s your name?” Ilia didn’t care, but after four hours together, seemed right to know.
“Kris with a K. One more set.”
Ilia tensed, and Kris pulled—through the ring, across his back. Through the opposite ring, and then the ribbon dangled just above Ilia’s ass on the right side. As Ilia swallowed nausea from the sting, Kris situated the left hand ribbon. Ilia tipped his head up, pursed his lips, and blew out the breath he’d been holding. “Fuck.”
“Oh, you’re good, man.”
Ilia shifted cautiously and felt the soreness climbing his skin like a curse of thorns growing up around a tower in a fairy tale. “I’m done?”
“You want it tied...how?” Kris asked. “In a bow?
“Yeah.”
Ilia waited as Kris tied the laces. Kris’s knuckles were warm on his back. “Feel all right? I’m keepin’ it loose for now. You can tighten it when it stops hurting.”
This was loose? Ilia couldn’t move without the pressure becoming pain. “Sure.”
“Just be careful. You’re bleeding some.”
“I’ve bled before.”
“A lotta people who get extreme piercings, they don’t think the blood’s gonna be much, and it is. Lotta people don’t think to put old sheets on the bed.”
“I’ll be all right.”
“Wow, man.” Kris shook his head, staring at his handiwork. “You want a mirror?”
“Yeah.”
Kris gave him a hand mirror. Ilia stood, wincing, and followed Kris over to the full-length mirror near the register. Searched for the angle he needed to see his back.
Fuck. Yeah, the laces looked amazing, but the blood made it kind of a horror show. He laughed. “Gross.”
“Sorry.” Kris grabbed a roll of paper towels. “I shoulda done this first.”
He went to the sink by the piercing chair and wet a wad of the towels. Returned and started wiping Ilia’s back. The water was cold. “It’s good,” Ilia said. “I fucking love it.”
“It’s gonna hurt for a while,” Kris said. “But that Neosporin with the painkiller. I’m telling you.”
“I’ll get some.”
“And I got some gauze I’ll give you. Did you bring a different shirt?”
Ilia shook his head. Expensive T-shirt. Gonna get bloody, and Ilia didn’t mind. Driving would be a bitch, though.
“You want a towel? Or, uh, if you wanna buy one of our shirts...”
Ilia glanced at the Twysted Imyge shirts by the register. A dragon with a barbell through its nose. “It’s all right. I’ll wear mine.”
“Hope whoever you did this for likes it,” Kris said.
Yeah. Yeah, Ilia hoped so too. He hoped Mikhail’s fingers shook when they undid the laces, because Ilia was so fucking beautiful, and because Mikhail knew Ilia would do anything for him. Hoped when they fucked, Mikhail pulled on the ribbons. Ilia imagined panting into the pillow, shaking and sweat-drenched, and Mikhail’s big hand passing over skin barbed with nerves. His voice soft in Ilia’s ear. “Eaaaasyyyy, Ilie.”
“He will.” Ilia said.
He got out his wallet.