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Thursday, June 30, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: Daniel & Erik's Super Fab Ultimate Wedding Checklist





Author Name: K.E. Belledonne

Book Name: Daniel & Erik’s Super Fab Ultimate Wedding Checklist

Release Date: June 23, 2016
Blurb:

When Daniel gets caught up in the demands of a cheeky wedding planning app, his fiancĂ© Erik grows frustrated with his preoccupation with adhering to heterosexual traditions. Will Daniel’s groomzilla ways give them the wedding of their dreams, or ultimately lead to their relationship’s demise?

Pages or Words: 53,000 words, 188 pages

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, Humor, M/M Romance, Romance, Rom Com

Excerpt:
“I think Aurora is disappointed in me.”
“What?” Erik rubbed at his eye. It wasn’t even early morning, judging by the weak light coming through the blinds from the streetlights. “Who?”
“Aurora. The wedding planning app.” Daniel lay on his back, wide awake and staring up at the ceiling.
“The wedding planning app is not a sentient being. It has no feelings or opinions.”
“I feel like she's judging me. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”
“Oh my god, go to sleep.”
“I can't. I'm never going to sleep ever again.” Daniel tugged the blanket higher up his chest, folding his arms over it and exhaling heavily.
“You're being dramatic.”
“I've got too many things buzzing in my head. There's too many things I'm going to forget to do.”
“I thought that's why you had that damn app, so you don't have to remember anything; it's all right there saved on your tablet.”
“Yes, but I have to remember to put everything in it. Daniel rolled over. She doesn't just know everything—”
“A: She is not a she. It is an it. B: What are we doing tomorrow?”
“Oh my god, what is the point of sharing the app calendar if you're never going to look at it?” Daniel wailed.
“I look at it. It's just crammed so full of everything that I have no idea what's going on when.”
Daniel blew out his breath. ”Look, I know you don’t like the calendar. We’ve been over that, but I don’t know how else to keep track of all of these appointments and deadlines.”
“I told you, we could color-code them, or something,” Erik rolled to his side and punched at his pillow.
“Aurora doesn’t give you that option.”
“Well, it should.”
“I agree, but there’s nothing I can do about that.” Daniel bunched his pillow up under his head. “Tomorrow, we have four appointments to meet with caterers: two in the morning, two in the afternoon.”
“Why so many in one day?”
“It's the only day we both have available this week, and I am not going to make any decisions about the food at our reception without you there to discuss it.”
“Seriously, you could just make a choice, and I'll live with it.” Erik rolled over.
“I don't want you to just 'live with it,' Erik. Daniel tried to keep his voice neutral, but failed. This is our wedding. I don't want you to just 'live with it.’”
“Why are you getting so worked up about it?”
“We only get one chance at this. Everything needs to be perfect.”
“You're going to drive us both crazy, you know that, right?” Erik tugged the blankets back up over his shoulder.
“Well, then, we'll both be crazy.” Daniel squinted up at the ceiling. He was so tired of making these decisions. Why were there so many options? Why were there so many decisions? The planning was getting on Erik's nerves; he was getting on Erik's nerves. Erik was getting on his nerves. They were both just a pile of irritated nerves because the to-do list didn’t seem to be getting any smaller.
Daniel’s phone chimed with another notification from Aurora.
New Private Message from: MommyMargie.
His mother probably had another ludicrous suggestion for the reception, or a passive-aggressive reminder of the hymn that she and his father had had played at their wedding, that their grandparents had had played at their wedding and that she expected to hear at his wedding. Or maybe his parents had decided to paint the living room green. Who knew?


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K. E. Belledonne is a writer, editor and translator. A native New Englander, Kat spends her spare time listening to Glenn Miller records, reading history books and cheering on her beloved Red Sox. Her first novel, Right Here Waiting, was published by Interlude Press in 2015.

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Publisher: Interlude Press
Cover Artist: C.B. Messer

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Friday, March 25, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: Ceili





Author Name: Moriah Gemel

Book Name: CeĂ­lĂ­

Release Date: March 17, 2016
Blurb:
The Los Angeles music scene has not been kind to Devon Caelin. He struggles to fit in and has a streak of bad luck the length of the Sunset Strip. One rare rainy night, he drowns his sorrows from bar-to-bar, until he stumbles into an alley club called Céilí. He discovers that it’s home to a small community of mystical people making their way in the human world, and that he found it only because he is Fae himself. With mentoring from the pub’s proprietor, Eldan—a powerful Fae Lord protecting his kind in the city—Devon unearths his past and discovers his magical abilities. His life appears to be back on track—until a member of the Faerie Court is murdered and the secret of their world is threatened to be revealed.

Pages or Words: 200 pages

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

Excerpt:
“This is where we’ll do the spell,” Eldan says. “I can open the channel easily enough, but I’d like you to assist in keeping it open. Stand behind me when I tell you to, and put your hands on my shoulders. If we’re compatible, I’ll be able to take some of your energy to bolster mine, just enough to maintain a stronger connection than I would on my own, all right? You might get a little dizzy, but I promise you’ll be okay.”
“I’m not afraid, Eldan.” Devon is excited to see this magic performed, to see the Queens. What will they be like, these women that Eldan is wary to speak of?
“No. You aren’t, are you?” Eldan smiles. “Well. Best get on with it then. Stand nearby, please?”
Devon settles himself just behind Eldan, and Eldan nods. Then, he pulls a little vial from his pocket and shakes it.
“Here we go.”
He uncorks the bottle, and Devon smells something almost metallic. Eldan walks to the first corner of the table, to the right, and pours a drop of whatever’s inside the vial over the little pile of dirt.
CrĂ©.” His hand hovers over the bowl, and the dirt spreads and forms a flat plane under his palm. Eldan smiles and walks on.
He walks to the back right of the table and pours a drop into the empty bowl. “Aer,” he says and his hand hovers. The bowl trembles, and the dust motes in the air within it coalesce and spin. He walks on.
The third bowl holds sticks, and Eldan pours the liquid on them before hovering his hand, causing them to burst into flames. “Tine.” Devon can’t help but push his breath out and shake his head. This is cool. All this magic, it’s really real. He thought it was a story for children, but magic is real, and he’s a part of it. He never thought much about fairytales but now he wishes he had, because it would make this moment so much better.
Finally, Eldan pours into the fourth bowl, filled with water, and his hand hovering creates little waves that splash on the sides of the bowl gently, as though upset. “Uisce,” he says and then he walks on.
He circles the table counter-clockwise three times and, when he reaches the head of the table once more, he nods to Devon. “Now.”
Devon steps up as Eldan turns away and puts his hands on Eldan’s slim, strong shoulders. Immediately, his palms tingle, as Eldan waves a hand. The mirror in the center of the table stands up, reflecting them. Eldan presses a palm to the center of it.
Oscailt agus a lĂ©iriĂş,” Eldan says. Devon wishes he knew what the hell he was saying, but it’s pretty, in any case. Celtic? Gaelic? Something. “Na RĂ­ona I TalĂşn Samhraidh.”
The mirror clouds, and Devon licks his lips and stands on his tiptoes to see over Eldan’s shoulder. Nothing happens, though, for long moments, in which Eldan’s breathing comes quick and loud. Devon squeezes his shoulders, and Eldan whimpers faintly. But he slows down, and Devon keeps squeezing, staring at what he can see of Eldan’s face, staring at the delicate line of his jaw, his high cheekbone, the flutter of an eyelash, the jut of his nose, which is freckled and fair.
But then the clouds part, and there they are.



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Meet the author:

Moriah Gemel has developed a dedicated following for her realistic, sexually-charged stories over twelve years in online fan communities. Moriah is passionate about diversity in fiction, as well as realistic depictions of BDSM and sex education. Her first novel, Load the Dice, was published as a serial in ten parts. Céilí is her second novel. She lives with her husband, young son, and two cats.


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Twitter: @moriahgemel

Publisher: Interlude Press
Cover Artist: Design – CB Messer, Cover art by Ari McFarland

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Rafflecopter Prize: $25 Interude Press gift card for one winner, 5 additional winners receive an e-book copy of CeĂ­lĂ­

Friday, March 4, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: The Star Host



The Questions
  1. 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?
Are we allowed to choose fictional people? If so, I would pick The Doctor as my companion and the TARDIS as the item of my choice. We wouldn’t be marooned for long. If it has to be a real life individual, I’d choose my husband, and a cell phone as our item of choice. We could call for help. Or for pizza. And then relax and hope our kids haven’t tied up the babysitter. But in the true spirit of the question, I would say I’d take my best friend and writing buddy, Kristinn, and a huge pad of paper. She’d bring the pen and we’d write novels while we wait for rescue.
  1. 2)            Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?
I’m not familiar with musicals, honestly. But I love Hamilton and listen to the soundtrack constantly. So I’ll choose that. And I’m like Hamilton – ambitious, but socially awkward. And I do write like I’m running out of time. (because I usually am.)
  1. 3)            Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scene using them:  galaxy, jet, cream
“Excuse me?” Andy said, waving at the flight attendant. “Can I get some cream for my coffee?”
The attendant flashed a thousand-watt smile, easily the brightest one in the galaxy, and winked. “Sure thing, handsome.”
The jet engines rumbled beneath him, matching the thrum of his pulse, as the attendant leaned in and dropped the packets of cream in Andy’s open palm.
  1. 4)            You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anything you want. What’s the first thing you do and why?
I am going to Hogwarts and getting sorted! (Pottermore says I’m a Slytherin, but I lean toward Ravenclaw.) That’s the first thing. Easily. And then I’m off to Ollivander’s to get my wand. I’ve always loved the idea of myths and magic and hidden societies/realms. My novel The Star Host can be described as magic in space. It meshes two of my favorite things – magic systems and spaceships.
  1. 5)            What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
Honestly, time spent alone with only us two. Not that we don’t love our three kids, but we need time to decompress and just be with each other. I never knew lying in the bed talking could be romantic but it is.
  1. 6)            When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
I’m definitely a character-driven writer. I may have a vague idea of plot when I get started, but I develop my characters first. And then I outline the plot arcs. For The Star Host, Ren, my main character, existed first and the adventure followed.
  1. 7)            If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
I am going to say Natalie Dormer. I look nothing like Natalie Dormer. We share absolutely nothing in common. But she could definitely play my Slytherin-esque personality.
  1. 8)            Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
I don’t have a favorite horror villain but I do have a favorite horror franchise. Evil Dead introduced me to Bruce Campbell and I absolutely adore it. Evil Dead II and Army of Darkness are the superior films in the series, in my humble opinion. Also, the name of my other main character, Asher, is in homage to those movies.
  1. 9)            Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
This may be the Hamilton soundtrack talking, but I have a huge crush on revolutionary figures. I used to work at a Revolutionary War reenactment museum and I loved listening to the reenactor who played Patrick Henry. There's something about hearing the famous and passionate Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death speech in person.
  1. 10)          Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?

No. I think the world is ready for the stories I want to tell. I think young adult audiences especially are ready for stories that feature diverse characters. I wrote The Star Host with a bisexual lead because I believe representation matters, especially in young adult fiction. Everyone deserves to find themselves represented in media and I want to be a part of that.





Author Name: F.T. Lukens

Book Name: The Star Host
Series: Broken Moon
Book: One

Release Date: March 3, 2016
Blurb:

Ren grew up listening to his mother tell stories about the Star Hosts – a mythical group of people possessed by the power of the stars. The stories were the most exciting part of Ren’s life, and he often dreamed about leaving his backwater planet and finding his place among the neighboring drifts. When Ren is captured by soldiers and taken from his home, he must remain inconspicuous while plotting his escape. It’s a challenge since the general of the Baron’s army is convinced Ren is something out of one of his mother’s stories.
He finds companionship in the occupant of the cell next to his, a drifter named Asher. A member of the Phoenix Corps, Asher is mysterious, charming, and exactly the person Ren needs to anchor him as his sudden technopathic ability threatens to consume him. Ren doesn’t mean to become attached, but after a daring escape, a trek across the planet, and an eventful ride on a merchant ship, Asher is the only thing that reminds Ren of home. Together, they must warn the drifts of the Baron’s plans, master Ren’s growing power, and try to save their friends while navigating the growing attraction between them.

Pages or Words: 258 pages

Categories: Fiction, Gay fiction, M/M Romance, Science Fiction, Young Adult



Excerpt:
Once at the hangar, Ren broke away from the two guards and entered the lancer, walking up the stairs, irritation a heavy feeling in his chest.
“Reporting for work,” Ren said, his tone heavily laced with annoyance.
Janus popped up from a console she had been working under, goggles on her face, gray hair sticking up everywhere. “You!” she snapped. “I told you not to come back.”
Ren rolled his eyes. “It’s not my choice. I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me here.”
“Where are your guards? I told the dumb one not to bring you back, Abiathar’s orders be damned. I don’t want your kind working on these ships.”
She poked a finger hard into Ren’s chest and he staggered back, and rubbed his hand over the spot.
“What the stars do you mean by my kind?”
Her eyes grew comically large behind the goggles. “You don’t know?” She laughed, bordering on hysterical. “You’re more dangerous than I thought. You can’t try to control it if you don’t even know what you are.”
Ren frowned. His tolerance for the cryptic nonsense everyone had spouted since he arrived was gone. He took a step toward the hull and Janus stiffened.
“Don’t,” she barked.
“Don’t what? Touch it? What will happen, huh?”
Her face paled and her chest heaved with panicked breaths. “You don’t know what you’re capable of.”
Ren laughed. “I’m capable of nothing. I’m a duster, planet-born with very limited experience with tech. You have no reason to be frightened of me.”
He moved closer to the hull, hand outstretched, fingers splayed.
She whimpered. “Please, don’t.”
Ren slammed his hand against the hull, his fingertips leaving greasy marks on the shiny surface. As he predicted, nothing happened.
He turned back to Janus. “See? Nothing–”
His word tangled in his throat, cut off, because suddenly, Ren was consumed with power, rushing from his toes to his fingertips. A blue tint clouded his vision, and his body suffused with golden warmth. And then he was floating amongst the wires, connected to the ship, to the energy source, to everything. The lancer pulsed under his skin, tangling in his veins, its systems integrated with his senses.
It was freeing and frightening.
His consciousness raced along the circuits and he could fix it. He could fix everything. He found the tangle of wires in the artificial gravity system and bypassed it. He found the broken circuits in the air recyclers and with a pulse of power, refurbished them. He saw the static in the com system, a physical entity, and he cleared it away with a brush of his metaphysical hand.
The longer Ren floated through the ship, the less connected he was to his physical body. And if he thought about it, he didn’t need his body. Why would he need his body? He was free here. He moved around with ease, the wires and the systems his route, and the more he pushed, the more he felt the other ships too. They were nearby, on the edge of his perception, and he could go to those, he could jump to the other ones and repair them too.
He could.
He could.



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F.T. wrote her first short story when she was in third grade and her love of writing continued from there. After placing in the top five out of ten thousand entries in a writing contest, she knew it was time to dive in and try her hand at writing a novel.
A wife and mother of three, F.T. holds degrees in psychology and English literature, and is a long-time member of her college’s science-fiction club. F.T. has a love of cheesy television shows, superhero movies, and science-fiction novels—especially anything by Douglas Adams.
Connect with F.T. at authorftlukens.wordpress.com on Twitter @ftlukens, on Tumblr at ftlukens.tumblr.com and on Goodreads at goodreads.com/ftlukens.

Publisher: Duet Books, the Young Adult imprint of Interlude Press
Cover Artist: C.B. Messer

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