Monday, November 19, 2012

Guest Blogger M.A. Church

Back again is my friend/author and co-author, M.A. Church, to talk about the second book in her Nighttime Wishes series. This one is called Nighttime Dreams, and is about a sheriff named Bryan and an alien named Daroshi. I edited this book, so I know exactly how hot it is, and let me tell you, it's hot, hot,  hot! Go ahead and have a seat in the kitchen, Michelle, I'm going to open up the rumchata. Today's my birthday, so we're gonna party! Why don't you go ahead and start?














Hey everyone! I’m taking over Julie’s blog today, lol, to talk about my M/M sci-fi romance Nighttime Dreams.

Nighttime Dreams came about months ago when I wrote a short story for an anthology having to do with tentacles. That’s right, lol, tentacles. I wanted to do something different from what I’d read, and came up with an alien that has tentacles on his head. They almost look like dreads, but oh, they are so much more! These Ma’Rairan warriors have tentacles that are part of the alien’s sexual reproduction system. Oh yes, things get very interesting lol when those tentacles come into play.

Well, the short story quickly evolved into something else. Before I knew it, this story had taken on a life of its own, and 20K words wouldn’t be enough to do it justice. Thus, the series was born lol.

The first book is called Nighttime Wishes. https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nighttimewishes-790160-143.html The second book is Nighttime Dreams, and there is one more book in the series coming soon: Nighttime Promises.


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Blurb:
Bryan, a simple country sheriff, is ready to shoot someone and hide the body. One particular homophobic FBI agent is really pressing his buttons. Along with that he finds himself in the middle of an FBI investigation revolving around a recent UFO crash landing, is questioned about a missing friend targeted by the FBI, and makes first contact with the very alien the FBI is hunting.

Daroshi, a Ma’Rairan warrior, has fulfilled his obligation to his species, and is ready to mate. As second in command he monitored the rescue of his captain who crashed on Earth while collecting his mate, and witnessed the confrontation between a country sheriff name Bryan and his captain. Impressed by how courageously the brawny human male handled meeting a fully armed alien warrior, Daroshi asks permission to take Bryan as a mate.

Neither male is ready for the problems that come with Daroshi’s decision, nor the passion that explodes between them.

Excerpt:

Ziang and Daroshi transported down into Bryan’s backyard. The night was pitch black, the moon hid behind layers of fluffy clouds. Branches in the trees danced soothingly to gentle breezes. An abundance of shrubs moved silently in the quietly swirling wind. Bryan’s small house was set away from the main road and deep in the woods, alone and isolated. Much like the owner.

“Interesting set-up he has.” Daroshi looked around. “Bit cut off, though.”

“That’s good for us. The last thing we need is more attention, and that FBI agent showing up,” Ziang said. “I want this to go clean and fast.”

“True. Of course, if he did show up, we could give him to Haya.”

“I don’t like the human, but I wouldn’t do that to my worst enemy.” Ziang tapped the communications device on his wrist, loading in their landing coordinates. “Since Bryan is a law enforcement officer, set your weapon to low stun, just in case.”

“Ziang, I don’t want to stun him if it can be avoided.”

“Neither do I, but Shawn’s words keep replaying in my head. Most bullets won’t hurt us, but then, Bryan isn’t most humans. I’m sure he has other weapons in his house that could be dangerous.”

“But their weapons are so primitive.”

“That may be, but primitive can wound just as easily as advanced. Set your stunner to low, and use only if needed.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ll distract him, and you unarm him, if necessary. I know you don’t want me touching him.”

“No more than you’d want my hands on Shawn.”

“Understood. And no, I wouldn’t.”

“Should we activate our invisibility?”

“No, it’s dark enough. If we just appear, we may scare him even more.”

They crept around the house, moving carefully though the darkness. Both activated their face shields for night vision. They blended with the night, silent hunters that became one with the darkness and shadows; predators with a mission. The prey was inside, unaware of what was closing in on him. Ziang opened his wrist weapon and pinpointed Bryan in the house by his body heat. He motioned for Daroshi to follow him to the back of the house. They’d enter through the back door in the kitchen. As they passed the open window, Daroshi came to a stop when he heard Bryan’s comment about his hand and a big red dildo.

His body came alive and his tentacles jerked against his back. A low growl of desire slipped out. Ziang immediately sliced his hand through the air, calling for silence. Daroshi couldn’t help himself; the very image of Bryan working a dildo up his ass inflamed him and sent his desire for the human spinning out of control. Daroshi respected this human’s bravery and his dedication to an often thankless job, but now there was more. He could scent Bryan’s arousal. The scent was unlike anything he’d ever smelled, sharp and musky. From the depths of his soul the word mine exploded in his head. He wanted Bryan with a passion he hadn’t felt, ever, and he’d do whatever it took to ease him into his new life.

In his excitement, he made a rookie mistake. As he passed the window, he didn’t bend down low enough to conceal himself.
* * * *
Bryan sat at the table, waiting for the cookies to bake, when he heard a low growl, quickly smothered, outside the window. He’d heard something very similar, and not long ago. It wasn’t a sound he’d ever forget. Every hair on his body stood up, adrenaline spiked, and his heart kicked into high gear. A cold flush spread though his body. From the corner of his eye, he caught the blurry shape of something moving under the window. He glanced at the back door and his stomach cramped. It was unlocked. There was no way he could lock it before the intruder busted through. And if he was right, and what was out there was what he thought it was, a wood door wasn’t going to stop it. Plus, the window was open.

Calmly he stood and reached for the drawer by the stove. His off-duty weapon was stored there. He grabbed the taser, too. Why was the alien back and sneaking around his house? If it was the alien that Shawn left with, why not just show itself? He’d seen it before, so why act like this? He’d seen lights in the nighttime sky shortly after Shawn left with his alien, but he assumed they were monitoring the situation, to make sure all was okay before they left. It never crossed his mind they were watching him. Why would they be watching him? Another unsettling thought hit Bryan. Had something bad happened to Shawn? If that was Shawn’s alien, and he wasn’t sure it was, had it returned to let him know? But that was silly; he couldn’t communicate with it like Shawn could.

What the hell was going on?

The handle on the back door turned slowly. Bryan tried to slow his breathing; he was sucking air and that wasn’t good. The door eased opened, an inch at a time. He held his ground as the door opened and he found himself staring at a seven and half foot alien… again.

Bio:

M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.

But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.

By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.

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Twitter @nomoretears00



Thanks for stopping by, Michelle! I can't wait to read Nighttime Promises! Come back any time!

I'm visiting with my friend, author Marian Lanouette today, so stop by and see what's up!  http://marianl.com/main/

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie

Friday, November 16, 2012

Guest Blogger Helena Harker

Yes, it's Friday at last! Thinking about the weekend? I know I am! Today I have a guest, author Helena Harker, who's answered my infamous Rick Reed questions, and is going to tell us about her latest release, Master's Submission. We're hanging out in my kitchen, so have a seat and relax, while I start the coffeemaker and Helena answers my questions.










The Questions
1)      You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?
Johnny Depp! I love his ability to play characters that are so different from one another. And I’d bring my Kindle, so I could read any book I wanted.














    2)  Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?

Hmmm, I don’t watch musicals, so I can’t say I know how to answer that. Oh, wait a minute! Eliza Doolittle from My Fair Lady. I have undergone a transformation since beginning to write erotica. That’s how I feel, like a woman transformed!

   3)    Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them:  disadvantage, overlooked, prefix
I was sitting at the coffee house with my crossword puzzle, trying to find 2 Down, “a prefix”, when Sam pulled up a chair and joined me. Oh God, did he have to show up now? After last night’s argument? Seriously? Apparently, my A cups weren’t big enough for him. Figures. My breasts had always been a disadvantage. I’d been overlooked a lot because I didn’t have 36Ds like a lot of other women out there. “Sam,” I said. “Go away. We’re done.” And I turned back to my crossword.

(Did you have to put the word “prefix” in there? LOL. That was tough!)

4)      You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you want. Who do you fuck first and why?
Vampires, lots and lots of vampires! Can I have Vampire Bill from the Sookie Stackhouse series? I’d have Eric Northman as well! Vampires are hypnotic, romantic, powerful, and when they suck your blood when you’re having sex, you get the most amazing orgasm!



5)      What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
Dinner, champagne, chocolate and a pair of handcuffs! (Well, maybe Velcro restraints instead, because handcuffs hurt and leave marks!)


6)      When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
A bit of both. I tend to picture a character in a specific situation, so for me, the two go hand-in-hand. For “Master’s Submission”, I pictured a submissive woman who was given the opportunity to be a Domme for a change, and the idea really scared her.

7)      If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
Helen Hunt. She’s ordinary, down-to-earth, doesn’t stand out much.  And that’s how I am.













8)      Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
The Vampire Lestat. Does he count? He is tormented and evil at the same time. I hate him and feel sorry for him.

9)      Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
Actually, no, I don’t! Can’t think of one, anyway.

10)   Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
I think the world is ready for pretty much anything these days. I don’t picture myself writing anything that is so objectionable that readers aren’t ready for it. I write BDSM, which is edgy, but if the world can handle Fifty Shades of Gray, it’s ready for my writing too!




Thanks for stopping by, Helena, it's been a blast!

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Guest Blogger Elizabeth Morgan

Good morning and Happy Thursday! Please welcome author Elizabeth Morgan, who's going to answer my infamous Rick Reed questions and talk to us about her new release, On the Rocks. We're just getting settled in my kitchen. I'll fire up the coffee maker, Elizabeth, if you'd like to start.








Hey everyone! I would just like to say a big thank you to Julie for letting me come hang out at her blog today. I’m super happy to be here, and look forward to answering all these awesome questions. J

1)     You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?

Justin Hartley! I have the biggest crush on him. He’s just so lovely, and talented, and sexy. As for the other object . . . a shit load of birth control. What? We’re marooned on an island which means no pain killers or any form of medical supplies or help. It makes total sense to be extra careful.

Look, have you seen him? Go Google him and then tell me that you would disagree with my logic.









2)     Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?

Honestly, Fame springs to mind. From the age of four I wanted to be actress. I studied and went to musical theatre college and I remember having those moments of “You’ll never amount to anything,” “you suck!” etc. and naturally I met a lot of different type of people who wanted to excel into all the creative areas. There was bitchy-ness and different clicks so you spent a lot of time trying to fit it somewhere. And then along the course of those years you start questioning what you want, and if you’re made out for the goals you have set yourself.

I wouldn’t say that I am one particular character just that I can relate to a few, and how they felt at the beginning of the story; that I get some of the thoughts and worries that occur in the middle, and then finally, having to make that big decision at graduation. I for one decided to go a different direction, and although writing is still creative, and I had to write scripts in college; it wasn’t a path I thought I would take.  

3)     Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them:  composite, cute,  bloody.

So, I wrote this and now I’m all, “hmm, I think there is an interesting story here.” Copy, paste, and save in my slush folder. :-P

~ * ~
Cute was not a word I would use to describe, Tegan McGrath; nor was handsome.
The angles of his face were sharp, and along with the jagged scar running down his cheek, thick stubble that claimed his jaw, and the tangled length of his dark hair, well, it was easy to see why most men feared him. He was unrestrained. His eyes so unnatural; a composite of hazel and gold which burned with bloody tales, and wicked secrets.

The gaze that had locked on to me the moment he had stepped into the bar.

4)     You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you want. Who do you fuck first and why?

Well, I would most likely . . . Wait a minute. If this is the world of fiction then I could be fucking left, right, and center. Every other chapter or page . . . So, possibly every hero in a book I have ever fallen in love with, and damn, that’s a lot of guys, but hey, it’s fiction so I’m allowed to be a slut.

My reason: because I am a female with a large and healthy appetite. ;-P

5)     What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
As boring as it might sound, crashing out on the sofa and watching movies is nice down time. Some laughter, a little making out, which might lead to cute conversations, a little flirting and groping, and . . . well, anything can happen when you're curled up on the sofa.

6)     When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
It depends. Sometimes a character walks in to my imagination and the rest of the time I get shown scenes, which eventually link up into a story. Either way, it all works.

7)     If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
I have no idea. I’ve been told that I look like a couple of actresses, but it is an insult to those women because they are all super gorgeous. So, in the sense of not picking someone who looks similar to me, but going off personality, I would probably pick Anna Faris. I think she is hilarious and that she would be able to play both serious me, and dry humor, bat-shit crazy me, quite well.











    8)  Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?

I’ve always liked Freddy Kruger, but the reason for that is I think he is really cheesy and stupid, and he basically just makes me laugh. Otherwise it would be Hannibal Lecter. Cool, calculated, and so calm, he freaks me out. I mean come on, the dude plays with your mind while all the time he is thinking about eating you. Talk about playing with your food!

9)     Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
Afraid not.

10)Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?

Surprisingly there is a story I have planned. I original wrote the story as a script for a production, but plan to turn it into a book. I haven’t got around to writing that book yet, because at the present moment I don’t feel that I’m ready to write it, if that makes sense. I’ve tried once or twice, but had no luck getting in to that world. If I don’t feel a story, or can’t get into it then to me that is something telling me that it isn’t time to tell that story yet. I want to be immersed when I write, and to the point where I have to sit down every day and write because I need to tell it; to finish it.

So, yes there is. But I do hope that when the time comes it will be a story people will like.


Thanks for having me, Julie! And thank you all so much for taking the time to read all my craziness. I would like to leave you with the blurb and a short excerpt from my brand new dark paranormal erotic f/f short story, “On The Rocks.” I hope you enjoy it!

~ * ~
On The Rocks
(The Edge Erotica Series)
BLURB:
On the Rocks is the hottest club on South Padre Island, and Meghan’s new workplace.
If the warped mermaid uniform isn’t enough, the fact that she can’t stop thinking about the club’s singer, Zenzie, is. Everything about the female gets Meghan hot, but when she finally gets her shot with the temptress, it turns out Zenzie isn’t as perfect, or as human, as Meghan thought. 

~ * ~
EXCERPT:
Her warm breath skated down my neck causing a shiver to curl around my spine. She straightened then slid her hands through my hair. My eyelids fluttered at the feel of her fingertips stroking over my temples and along my hairline.
“I saw you watching us.”
I stared at her. “Excuse me?”
“Do you like watching?” She retrieved a few items from the vanity table, twisted two sections of my hair, and pushed the hair clips into place. “It’s all right. You can tell me, Meghan.”
My body tightened at the husky way she said my name. The knot between my legs pulsed under her piercing stare. I had no idea how, or even why she managed to get under my skin, but God, I wanted her.
“I’m not a pervert or anything.”
“I know you’re not.” She slid a chain of small red flowers into the black mass of my hair.
“I just heard a noise. I guess my curiosity got the best of me.” I shifted on my seat. “I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be. I liked you watching.”
My nails dug into my knees as her hands moved down my throat. Her skin like satin—her touch, soft. She ran her fingertips over the top of my breasts.
“I would have asked you to join us, if you hadn’t run.” Her gaze caught mine again while she slid her hand inside my skin-tone bra. “Will you run now, or will you do what we both know you want to do?”
~ * ~
BIO:
Elizabeth lives in a small country village in Cheshire, England, with two cats. You will always find her on the computer, blasting music and writing away. She started life wanting to be an actress because she loved performing. She enjoyed nothing more than being able to make people laugh, to distract them from reality for a few hours. She studied Musical Theatre in college, but during her second year, her mind started to overflow with ideas for scripts and she began writing plays. Slowly over the following three years, she was writing more and more, channeling her imagination into more detailed manuscripts...

Here she is, years later, hiding away like a hermit, writing like crazy and loving every minute of it.
Where to find Elizabeth Online:


Thanks for stopping by, Elizabeth! Please come back again!  It was fun!

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Wednesday Briefs: Stan and Ollie #6

Happy Hump Day! Welcome to the latest flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers. Today's prompt was: "I thought I'd seen everything, but..." or the alternate prompts were: Use: napkin, philanderer, watch or "How many times can  you..." or use: sun, Vaseline, spiral or "But I thought you said..." or "I would gladly pay you... for a (fill in the blank) today..."

I used another picture prompt today in my latest chapter of Stan and Ollie. Last week they learned a little bit about their spirit visitor. Today, road trip!  Enjoy! And then check out the rest of the Briefers, whose links follow my tale!


Stan and Ollie #6


 Although I hate the reason for them, and although I bitch and complain about each and every one, the truth is I really enjoy taking road trips with Ollie. Getting away from the diner is good for both of us. As long as we’re together, that’s what counts. That’s also what I worry about the most, being separated from Ollie. Not because I’m a jealous prick or anything, ‘cause I’m really not, and I trust him implicitly. But I’m afraid of him being caught. Naturally, I don’t want Ollie to be found out for what he is. I’m sure the government would give their collective left nuts for definitive proof of life in outer space. Such as Ollie.

I realize he’s not in a position where he can be sent back where he came from, since that world no longer exists. That’s assuming that anyone would even believe he’s an alien from another planet. The thing is what if they do believe? I’m afraid of what they might do to him in the name of “science”. And that I can’t allow.
No, don’t tell me I worry too much. There is no such thing when it comes to Ollie.

I’ll say one thing about our road trips—we do travel in style. I have a car that’s the same age I am. A baby blue 1979 Lincoln Continental Mark V. They don’t make them like that anymore. Long and sleek and elegant, she rides more comfortably than a lot of newer vehicles I’ve had the misfortune of riding in. Luckily for me, the best mechanic in the world lives in the same town we do. And he loves to keep our baby in tiptop condition.

It’s about ten and a half hours from where we live to Cortez, Mississippi, a trip that would have been perfect except for one hairy little fly in the ointment. She doesn’t care for long car rides. Unfortunately, my suggestion that she stay at the diner fell on deaf ears. I expected no less.

My other suggestion—which involved a muzzle—was met with a great deal of hostility, hissing, and hatred.
It’s early evening when we arrive in Cortez. It’s not a very big place, split between the town proper, and the surrounding farmland. I wanted to arrive before it got too late; places like this tend to roll up the sidewalk fairly early. I guess that first one to the cow tipping gets to pick the best bovine, or something like that.

First things first. We need to secure lodgings for the night. There’s actually a hotel in the middle of town, not part of any low budget chain that waits for you with the lights on or anything. So we get a room, and I have the satisfaction of seeing Xylina put into her carrier. I’ll be damned if I’m going to pay for a second room for her royal highness, when she can stay a cat for the duration  of our stay and play the part of Ollie’s pet. Let her be mad about it, I don’t care.

“Where first?” I ask Ollie, watching him carefully lay our clothes into the maple dresser. A flat screen TV sits on top of it; chained down, as a precaution.

“The flower shop.”

Makes sense. This particular store was the original Bo’s Blossoms. Bodean Fairchild made his start here in Cortez, before branching out. The employees might be able to tell us something about Consuelo.

It’s only a block from the hotel so we decide to walk. When I suggest the princess wait for us in our room, she leaps onto Ollie’s shoulders and settles herself there with a particularly nasty glare at me. I give in with as good a grace as I can muster, which isn’t very good.

As you might expect, the shop is overflowing with flowers, particularly tulips in a variety of shades. An older woman sits behind the front counter. A gilded cage hangs above it, within which a colorful bird resides. I’m no avian expert, so I can’t hazard a guess as to what it might be, but it looks tropical, and emits intermittent squawks.

On the wall behind the counter, I spot a familiar face. Conseuelo’s. It’s on a poster hung there, with the caption, MISSING. Below that is HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL? Of course we can’t very well say we have and that she’s dead. Who’d believe us?

The woman rises from her chair at our entrance, a smile of welcome affixed upon her face. “Can I help you?”

“We’re looking, ma’am, thank you.” Ollie is usually the first one to interact with the people we run across. As Gwin puts it, Ollie could sell ice to the Eskimos, while I’m more likely to get pelted with the stuff due to my lack of tact and diplomacy.

“Well, if there’s anything you’d like to see, let me know.” She waves one hand, indicating the breadth of the shop. “We have just about any kind of flower you’re likely to want, and then some.”

“The flowers are beautiful. It’s a very lovely shop you have,” Ollie continues.

“Land sakes, it’s not mine.” The woman laughs. “It’s Bo’s shop, I just run it. Especially now.” She shakes her head and clucks.

I reach for Ollie’s hand and squeeze it. I can feel his sorrow from here, his desire to tell her the truth, set their minds at ease so they can mourn. But that would be premature.

“Thank you, ma’am.” I pull Ollie closer. We step aside just as the door opens and a young man enters. He has thick wavy hair that falls in disarray over his forehead; large black glasses that frame intensely blue eyes. He pulls open a case and emerges with a single purplish tulip before heading back outside.

“Poor Egbert!” The cashier sighs, wiping at her eyes, as Ollie and I exchange glances.

The fiancé!

The chase is afoot!

 to be continued

Now go visit the rest of the Wednesday Briefers!




Nephylim     m/m
Lily Sawyer      m/m 
Cia Nordwell     m/m
Tali Spencer     m/m


Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie