Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Wednesday Briefs: A Vinnie and Ethan Thanksgiving Part I

Happy Hump Day everyone! And to those in the US, it's almost Thanksgiving, so a lot of people will be off the rest of the week, including yours truly. Yay! And if it's Wednesday, it must be time for some flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our best flash fiction every week, between 500 and 600 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

This week, since it's almost Thanksgiving, I thought I'd write a little bit about Vinnie and Ethan. As you may have noticed, I love these guys lol  Marshall and Lee (whom I also love) will be back next week. I hope you enjoy this, and I do plan on writing more, but it may not happen until after Thanksgiving lol  I'm going out of town Thursday, but I'll be back!

Vinnie and Ethan weren't always in love, of course. I don't think Vinnie even particularly liked him at first! So, let's take a peek at the way they used to be! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

A Vinnie and Ethan Thanksgiving, Part I

Ethan Thorne, I decided, was a thorn in my side—no pun intended—and had been ever since we got out of training. Whoever had the idea of teaming me up with that pretty boy should have their head examined. As soon as the holidays were over, I intended to ask for another partner. I knew better than to try any sooner. The office staff let it be known that any extra paperwork they received would be “accidentally” buried, and probably not see the light of day until the new millennium. Since I didn’t intend to be around then, I realized he was going to remain my problem until at least the start of the next year. And then he’d be gone so fast, it would make his pretty head spin.

Happy New Year, Ethan, here’s your hat, what’s your hurry?

It was Thanksgiving Day. We were working a case in Duluth, Minnesota, a suspected kidnapping. The weather was cold, but nothing I wasn’t used to, coming from Joliet, Illinois, which is just south of Chicago. Thorne was a Southern boy—I think he said Atlanta—and while he didn’t complain about it, I could tell he was cold. And hard.

That didn’t come out right. I meant hard, like tough.

Yeah, sure I did. I wasn’t looking at him, honestly I wasn’t. But we ended up having to share a motel room—another damn office snafu, but one I could do nothing about. And the man wasn’t shy about parading around in his underwear. Or a towel. Was it my fault he was built for days? So what if I noticed? I wasn’t blind.

Okay, scratch all that. Focus, Vinnie, focus!

The kidnapping victim was twenty-five, which made him older than either of us. Thorne was about my age, twenty-one. The victim came from an affluent Duluth family. It was believed he’d been taken strictly for monetary gain. A ransom demand had been received, asking for a million dollars, and the parents were even now putting the money together.

 Luckily for us, the kidnappers weren’t overly bright, and we’d gotten a lead on their whereabouts. We sat outside the suspects’ house, on a quiet street in residential Duluth. We weren’t leads on the case, but we were the unlucky schmucks who caught surveillance.

My cup runneth over.

“I bet your family will be sorry to miss you,” Ethan commented. He sat behind the wheel, while I’d been relegated to the passenger side. For some reason, he had this need to always drive. A habit I intended to break him of. Well, I would if we were going to stay partners. It probably wouldn’t be worth my while for the short time we’d be together.

I grunted noncommittally. “Don’t have any, what about yours?”

“They understand,” he replied, and fell silent.

Our binoculars were trained on two men inside the house. They’d ordered take out a while ago, and it had just arrived. They were setting everything out on a coffee table in the living room. Looked like a turkey dinner. They also had a bottle of whiskey, and had been hitting that pretty good all afternoon. Lot of food for two people, while we were relegated to what we’d brought with us, which wasn’t hot, and certainly wasn’t turkey. In the meantime, the temperature was plummeting as the sun dropped lower and lower into the sky.

Damn, this was boring. But then no one ever promised surveillance would be fun.

“They look awful relaxed, don’t you think?” He broke the silence.

“Yeah. Liquor will do that to you,” I snarked. “Too bad we don’t have any.”

“If we did, think it might make you like me any better?”

Where had that come from? I lowered my binoculars, which were trained on the suspects, and turned to my partner, mouth dropping open.

Ethan was smiling, but I could swear I saw something wistful in his eyes.

I mumbled something I’m not sure was even slightly intelligible.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Again, I was amazed. This was probably the longest personal conversation we’d ever had, which wasn’t saying much. Most of the time, I discouraged anything beyond subjects relating to work. I thought he’d understood. Guess not.

“What makes you think I’m gay?” I blurted out. Sure, I was, but how did he know? I’d never had a boyfriend, never been hit on by anyone. At least, not that I was aware of.

“Wishful thinking, maybe?” Again with those eyes. I found myself getting lost in all that blue. To my horror, I was also sliding closer to him. And were my lips parting, almost expectantly? What the hell?

I put the brakes on that right quick, ducked down as if I was picking up an imaginary something. Being clumsy though, I managed to overreach, and ended up with my head in Ethan’s lap, to my horror.

Damn, he was hard.

I scrambled back into position, painfully aware that I had an erection myself, which fact I’d done my best to ignore. I grabbed the binoculars and stared at the house.

“How about them Cubs?” I said the first stupid thing I could think of.

“Vinnie, it’s November. Baseball season’s over.” Ethan gently removed the binoculars from my shaking hands, and suddenly our mouths were fused, and the most incredible sensations were rocketing through me.

This was it. My first kiss. With Ethan Thorne, of all people.

By the time he drew back, I was shaking like a leaf and breathing hard. I was thinking… hell, I don’t know what I was thinking. My body was sending out definite signals, though.

“When we get done here, I think we should talk, Vinnie,” Ethan said. I darted a glance at him. I could tell the kiss had affected him too.

I didn’t trust my voice, so I nodded. We raised our binoculars to our eyes once more.

I had a feeling this was a Thanksgiving I’d never forget.

 to be continued

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Virtual Book Tour: Future Winds

Please welcome author Kevin Laymon, who is here to tell us about his new release, Future Winds. Kevin will be awarding a $20 gift card to to one randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find out where the rest of the stops on the tour are, go here.Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post.

Future Winds
by Kevin Laymon





Set in a science fiction setting with elements of twisted horror, Future Winds is a strange yet wondrous tale of species self preservation and the all out moral cost of survival. Forced to leave earth, humanity discovers a planet capable of supporting life and hatches an audacious plan that will warp them across the universe to settle and begin anew. There is a darkness that resides below the planet's surface, but with no option to turn back, humanity must find a way forward.


Ness wasn’t sure of the correct answer, so he lied. Way he saw it, he had a fifty/fifty shot of getting it right anyway. “Na, we aren’t slaves Lucas. You think Ma would have let us get on this ship if that were the case?”

The younger boy began to quietly weep. “I miss Mom,” he reminded his older brother, just as he had the day before and the day before that.

“Yea me too buddy, but we will see her soon.” Ness lied once more.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

My name is Kevin Laymon. My passions are space exploration, music, sailing, snowboarding, wildlife, and of course writing. I have been writing for some time but the focus has been primarily on short stories and dark poems strictly for personal use. Future Winds is the first of a handful of novels I am working on for publication. I grew up in upstate New York and have lived up and down the east coast. New York is a location that holds a very special place in my heart. After working a wide range of jobs that I hated for far too long, Sara my significant other, and I decided earlier in 2015 to make some dramatic changes and travel. We scraped together some cash, I quit my job, and we moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico where we live a libertarian life as vegetarians. We share our desertscape living quarters with an aquatic turtle named Taz and a rabbit named BunBear. On October 9th 2015 Sara & I got married in Las Vegas, Nevada. The sunshine in New Mexico has helped immensely in illuminating a greater perspective as to who I am and what I was placed on this planet to do; that is to teach and inspire. I have a hunger to awaken humanity so that we may break away from our programed way of thinking. Our minds are powerful and I encourage everyone to open them up, exercise them, and tap into the potential I know every living man woman and child has. Though my stories at times can be very dark there is a reason for everything I do. Perspective, perception, and relativity are everything in the world of literature.






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Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Virtual Book Tour: Dream God

Question #15

Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing J. Johanis author of Dream God
Hi (name), thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

1)      Was there a basis for you story? A previous experience or something else?

Dream God revolves around a trial which is a lot like the modern day rape trials where the victim is smeared. The basis for my books usually comes from things I’ve read, current events, and cases of injustice. I’ve met a lot of bad people in my lifetime, but it’s not so much the bad guys that fascinate me, rather I’m drawn to the strength of those who are hurt by them. Some aspects of my books come from experience, but I never seek to replicate actual events.

2)     What skills do you think a writer needs?

I think that a writer needs to be well read, have a lot of life experiences, and have the ability to organize her thoughts.

3)     What for you is the perfect book hero?

My perfect hero is someone who’s misunderstood. He’s seen as a bad guy, but he really isn’t. I like having the illusion being lifted to reveal that a character has redeemable qualities. Two of my favorite examples are Snape from Harry Potter and Loki from the Avengers.

4)     Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Other than finding the time to write, sometimes I find it challenging to know where to draw the line. I like writing dark erotica, but I don’t want it to be too dark. So I try to capture the happy medium.

5)     Tell us about your favorite childhood book.

My favorite childhood book was Where the Red Fern Grows. For those who are not familiar with it, it’s a tragedy about a boy and his two hound dogs. After reading it on my own for the first time, I mourned for three days straight. I’ve never written a tragedy, but I love books that can elicit powerful emotions.

Author Name: J. Johanis
Book Name: Dream God
Series: S-Gods
Book: Two
Series should be read in order for maximum enjoyment.

Release Date: November 30, 2015
For the first time in three years, Aya is finally free, but with his freedom comes the pain of all he’s lost. Seeing Akad and Marduk together makes him realize how badly he has messed up. By betraying Marduk, he ruined his chance with the one god he desires more than anything.

Aya needs time to heal and put his world back together, but the trial against the Order looms over him. As the trial begins, Akad, Marduk, and Aya are ensnared in a web of jealousy, backstabbing, and cut-throat politics. Were
they crazy to think they could stand up to the Order? If the gods of the Order can still rip their lives apart, their chances of receiving justice may be next to impossible. But if they fail to bring the Order down, Aya may never be free from their grasp.

Content Advisory: M/M sex, polyamory, & dub-con.

Pages or Words: 196 pages

Categories: Erotica, Fantasy, Gay Fiction, Ménage/Poly, Paranormal

A moment later, the fierce god Anshar appeared from an adjoining room. Feeling small in his presence, Aya lowered his eyes and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. When the black-bearded god stopped before him, color flushed into Aya’s face. Anshar inspected him from head to toe, and Aya became acutely aware of how he was dressed. With his long white skirt, kohl lined eyes, and straight black hair flowing down his back, he probably looked more feminine than most goddesses. He’d never appeared before the gods dressed in this manner, but this was who he was.
Anshar ran a hand over his full beard, his lips curling into a sneer. Aya folded his arms over his bare chest and took a deep breath.  He wished he could escape Anshar’s scrutiny.
“You’re going to your hearing dressed like this?” Anshar gestured to Aya’s skirt.
“This is how I dressed before the Order took me. I only wore a tunic because Seth forced me to do so. He forbade me from lining my eyes with kohl and never let me dress how I liked.”
Anshar stared at Aya for a moment longer, his expression skeptical, then shrugged. “Very well. Do as you like, but before we go, I must warn you that the hearing will be held in Siren’s temple. Her powers are intense and can be felt well before you stand before her. For older gods, her powers act like a strong aphrodisiac. We are able to take being in her presence. However, for younger, weaker gods, her powers inflict overwhelming arousal. It will be so severe that you won’t be able to function in her presence. You’ll be paralyzed with desire that will cut into you like a knife until it’s alleviated.”
Aya furrowed his brow. “But… I’ve never desired a goddess. I’ve only been with gods.”
Anshar smirked. “It doesn’t matter whether you desire gods or goddesses. She emanates lust, and it will be too much for you to handle. The only way to counter it is with sex. So, before you are presented to her, I’m going to have to fuck you.”
“What?” The color drained from Aya’s face. The idea of this fierce bearded god driving his cock into him made Aya’s hole contract and his knees go weak. The thought of Anshar coming inside him made him feel like he was going to piss.
“No, I…” Aya couldn’t breathe. He shook his head, taking a step backward. He couldn’t allow Anshar to touch him in that way. Aya’s arousal unsettled him, and he suddenly felt like he was going to be sick. Akad’s father couldn’t fuck him. He couldn’t.
As Anshar watched Aya’s retreat, anger flickered into his dark eyes. “Aya, I have no desire to fuck you, but we have no choice about the matter. If I don’t do it, you won’t be able to stand before Siren, let alone speak to her.”
“But I … My servant can do it.”
“Your servant is a mortal!” Anshar snapped, his jaw tense. “His semen will do nothing for you. You’ll need to be fucked by a god! Furthermore, I wasn’t asking for permission. I’m telling you what’s going to happen. Now, follow me and I don’t want to hear another word of protest.”
Anshar stormed out of the room, but Aya felt too weak to follow. How could he let this god fuck him? Tears came to his eyes. Too many gods had bent him to their will. He wanted it all to be over. He wanted to give his body to whom he chose and no one else. Aya took a deep breath. He was faint. All the blood had drained from his head, and he wavered, grabbing a chair to steady himself.
Aya shook his head, doing his best to gather his courage. He had to be strong to get through this. Once the trial was over, he could start over. His body would be his own once again. Testifying against the Order was the only way he could gain his freedom once and for all. Aya finally made his feet move, and he followed Anshar out.

About the author: J. Johanis writes dark m/m erotic fantasy, and enjoys plots that are historical or myth-based.

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Publisher: J. Johanis
Cover Artist: Indigo Forest Design

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Virtual Book Tour: The Santa Claus Man

Please welcome Alex Palmer Name, who is here to tell us about his new release, The Santa Claus Man. Alex will be awarding a $20 Amazon/BN GC to one randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find out where the rest of the tour stops are, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post.

The Santa Claus Man: The Rise and Fall of a Jazz Age Con Man and the Invention of Christmas in New York by Alex Palmer Name


GENRE: History/True Crime



Before the charismatic John Duval Gluck, Jr. came along, letters from New York City children to Santa Claus were destroyed, unopened, by the U.S. Post Office. Gluck saw an opportunity, and created the Santa Claus Association. The effort delighted the public, and for 15 years money and gifts flowed to the only group authorized to answer Santa’s mail. Gluck became a Jazz Age celebrity, rubbing shoulders with the era’s movie stars and politicians, and even planned to erect a vast Santa Claus monument in the center of Manhattan — until Gotham’s crusading charity commissioner discovered some dark secrets in Santa’s workshop.

The rise and fall of the Santa Claus Association is a caper both heartwarming and hardboiled, involving stolen art, phony Boy Scouts, a kidnapping, pursuit by the FBI, a Coney Island bullfight, and above all, the thrills and dangers of a wild imagination. It’s also the larger story of how Christmas became the extravagant holiday we celebrate today, from Santa’s early beginnings in New York to the country’s first citywide Christmas tree and Macy’s first grand holiday parade. The Santa Claus Man is a holiday tale with a dark underbelly, and an essential read for lovers of Christmas stories, true crime, and New York City history.



It’s impossible to say who wrote the first Santa letter, but it was almost certainly from the mythical saint, not to him.

From the earliest conception of Santa Claus in the United States, parents used the voice of St. Nicholas as a means of providing advice and encouraging good behavior in their children. The earliest reference to a Santa letter in America that I could find came from Theodore Ledyard Cuyler, recalling his childhood in 1820s Western New York when he “once received an autograph letter from Santa Claus, full of good counsels.”

Fanny Longfellow (wife of poet Henry Wadsworth) regularly wrote her children Santa letters, commenting on their behavior over the preceding year. “I am sorry I sometimes hear you are not so kind to your little brother as I wish you were,” she wrote to her son Charley on Christmas Eve 1851.

Soon enough, children started writing back, generally placing their letters on the fireplace, where they believed smoke would transport the message to St. Nick.

By the 1870s, scattered reports appeared of the receipt of Santa letters by local post offices. But with no actual fur-coated toymaker to receive his mail, each January, the department destroyed them.

It was a depressing business. But, officials asked, if mailmen began delivering Santa’s letters, to which other fictional characters would mail be shuttled?

In the face of negative publicity, however, New York City’s postmaster finally relented. Every year, for the entire month of December, any approved organization could answer Santa’s mail. No one volunteered. Then, in 1913, just as the Post Office was about to give up, a man named John Duval Gluck stepped forward. He’d be Santa Claus.

He was also a con artist.



AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Alex Palmer is the author of The Santa Claus Man: The Rise and Fall of a Jazz Age Con Man and the Invention of Christmas in New York, called "required reading" by the New York Post and "highly readable" by Publishers Weekly.

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It tells the history of Christmas in America through the true-crime tale of a Jazz Age hustler who founded an organization to answer children's Santa letters -- and fuel his own dark dreams. Palmer curated an exhibit about this Santa Claus Association for Brooklyn's City Reliquary Museum, earning attention from the Village Voice, Time Out New York, and inspiring a memorable segment on WNYC (

The son of two teachers, Palmer's love of learning and sharing surprising stories behind familiar subjects has led him to become a secret-history sleuth. In addition to The Santa Claus Man, he is the author of Weird-o-pedia: The Ultimate Collection of Surprising, Strange, and Incredibly Bizarre Facts About (Supposedly) Ordinary Things, published in 2012 by Skyhorse Publishing. it offers up a wealth of unexpected facts of familiar things. His first book, Literary Miscellany: Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Literature, takes a look at some of the more colorful aspects of great writers and their works, and was published in 2010 by Skyhorse.

He is a full-time freelance journalist whose work has appeared in Slate, Rhapsody, Smithsonian, Vulture, the New York Daily News, Publishers Weekly, and The Rumpus, among others.

See more at and follow him @theAlexPalmer.


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Friday, November 20, 2015

Virtual Book Tour: 959 Brenton Street

Author Name: Thianna Durston

Book Name: 959 Brenton Street
Series: Men of Falcon Pointe
Book: One

Release Date: November 20, 2015
Trent Farnsworth moves to Falcon Pointe to get as far away from his controlling family and religion as he can. While his conservative upbringing makes it hard for Trent to admit he’s gay, he accidentally outs himself in front of his four new roommates. None of the men living at 959 Brenton Street are what the world would consider normal, but all four accept him for who he is. And when Trent falls for his much older landlord, Dr. Cory Venerin, he’s as surprised as anyone, but discovering Cory feels the same makes Trent realize he’s truly in the right place at the right time.

Until he tells his family he’s gay. His father uses any resource at his disposal to destroy him, including Trent’s love for Cory. As his father schemes to send Trent to a hospital whose sole purpose is to rip the gay out of him, Cory battles to save not only Trent—but also the possibility of a future together.

Pages or Words: 200 pages

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

Cory stood up and left the room, his footfalls a staccato beat on the stairs.
“Damn,” David said, grimacing. “I was kind of hoping to let you know about this later on. I mean, hell, you’ve just come out today. That should be enough of a shock.”
“What?” he asked nervously, beginning to wonder what they hadn’t told him. What the hell could they be covering up?
“Uh, this house is….” Alan said.
“Discipline based,” Greg filled in, handing him another muffin.
“What does that mean?” he asked. He took the sweet confection and nibbled on the corner.
“It means we keep to the rules or we come to a meeting with a very hard paddle,” David said wryly as Cory came down the stairs carrying in his hand what looked like a small breadboard. “Meet the enemy.”
They couldn’t possibly mean what he thought they meant. They were all grown men. Surely nobody paddled anyone else. That was… barbaric. He widened his eyes as he crossed one leg over the other. And a turn-on apparently. What kind of freak was he, anyway?

Meet the author:

Thianna likes to say she’s eclectic, fun, and just a bit naughty. She can also add, subtract, multiply, and divide in her head, but if people ask her to do it at parties, she isn’t impressed. While she would love to say there wasn’t a genre she had read that she didn’t enjoy, it would be a lie. For some reason, she keeps skipping to the ends of mystery books to find out who done it.
The creator and acquisition editor for the Corbin’s Bend Romance series, she wants to know: Who else wants to be safe, secure, and spanked in Colorado?

Where to find the author:

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Catt Ford

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