Wednesday, January 15, 2014

This Just In...

OH, my God. Asymmetrical FRING my A** ZAM AT RT 2013


I made the blog my landing page. Yes! This is the same website, but rather than have that same old boring landing page, I decided to do my posts up front here. You can still find all the information you need about me and links to freebies and all that other good stuff under the About Me page.


If you want to get to the books? Click on books.


Berkley is getting ready to release My Heartache Cowboy on the 21st of January. I’m very excited about this one, these guys are really dear to my heart. I’ll be embarking on a massive blog tour, so forewarned is forearmed, yeah? I plan to be everywhere.


Tune me out if you get sick of me, but I’ll be stopping at people’s blogs with interviews, getting shout-outs from fellow authors, and giving away prizes.


My Heartache Cowboy Banner


Click to Pre-order My Heartache Cowboy


Last but not least, if you haven’t signed up for my newsletter, now’s the time. I’ll be conducting a SUPER-SEEKRIT contest for Newsletter members only. Would you like a chance to be a part of J-Bar history? If you loved Crispin and Malloy, you’re going to want to be in on this!


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This Just In...

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Teaser Tuesday with author DC Juris

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Today my guest is DC Juris, an online pal I had the good fortune to finally meet at one of the GRLs!


Who is DC Juris? In a few words, he’s a Star Trek loving, cupcake making, football watching, rubber duck collecting, drag show attending, full of fabulous with a capital F kinda guy.


In a few more words, he’s a Southern transplant who has retained none of his accent but all of his charm, an out and proud transgender bisexual Geek living in Upstate New York with his husband, three dogs, three cats, two Tribbles, two Ceti Alpha V eels, and a menagerie of Halloween props just creepy enough to keep people guessing about his sanity.


He’s still hopelessly single when it comes to the woman in his life, and he’ll gladly entertain offers or applications for the position! In the rare event that His Geekiness is not writing, DC can be found watching and rewatching Star Trek (TOS), surfing the internet for porn research, stalking things he “needs” on Ebay, reading, taking pictures of the world around him, or playing games on his iPhone, which he admits to being blissfully in love with. You can keep up with him at www.facebook.com/dcjuris, or www.dcjuris.com, or his blog at http://dcjuris.blogspot.com.


Here’s his snippet. Be sure to send guesses about which DC Juris book we have here to me at zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield (dot) com (you know the drill) and put Teaser Tuesday in the subject line. I will randomly select one winner who will get to choose an ebook from Daniel’s backlist!


Last week’s random Teaser Tuesday winner, from #1 and #2, you lucky devil, TRIX! I’ll send your email to Kate and Carolina, thanks for playing along!


*****


“Um, guys?” **** called out. “There’s people coming.”


******* tore his gaze away, though he didn’t move, and his fingers dug into my cheek a little. “Just what we need. Fuck me,” he groaned.


I’d love to.


He stood up and grabbed my hand to haul me up to my feet as well.


“Hey there!” one of the people shouted.


******* chuckled. “Inconspicuous lot, aren’t they?” He glanced at me again. “You sure you’re okay?”


“Yeah. Definitely.” I nodded. I didn’t know if I was or not, but if ******* wanted me to be okay, I’d be okay. Hell, I’d have tried to be anything for him right then.


“Stay behind me,” he instructed as he walked up to them.


Ten men and three women made up the group, and they looked to range in age anywhere from teenagers to a woman in her fifties, maybe. I’d never been a really good judge of age. They were grungy and smelly—proof they’d been on the streets for a while.


“Hi there!” one of the men stuck out his hand to *******. “I’m ***.”


******* looked him up and down through narrow eyes, no doubt wondering, as was I, why he was being so friendly. “I’m *******.”


“You three out here by yourselves?” *** asked.


If his name really was ***. My stomach knotted at the way several of the men were ogling ****—as though he was a tasty snack. I edged over closer to him and listened as ******* and The Man Who Would Be Called *** exchanged pleasantries and small talk.


“We’re camped out a couple miles west of here. It’s a real nice spot,” *** revealed. “You’re welcome to come back with us.”


******* shook his head. “We’re headed east.”


“Toward Copper Valley? Yeah, everyone we’ve met has been headed there. It’s not too far out of your way, though. And your boy there looks like he could use some medical attention.” He pointed at me.


I stood up straighter. “I’m fine.” I wasn’t, though. It had taken all my strength to walk over to **** without showing the pain in my ankle, and I was pretty certain my right wrist was at least sprained.


“He’s bleeding.” One of the others pointed out. “He get bitten?”


I hadn’t even realized the blood oozing from the scrapes on my arms, and seeping through the knees of my jeans.


“He fell.” ******* glanced at me. “Just a little bruised up.”


“They’ll smell him a mile away.” *** sniffed the air in apparent demonstration.


“I’m fine,” I repeated.


[Editor's note: okay now I'm officially shaking in my shoes for those guys. Lots of great tension here. Wow.]


 



Teaser Tuesday with author DC Juris

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Sunday Brunch Post - Second Breakfast

saupload_mad_20hatter_20tea_20partyOkay, and now we come to Second Breakfast, in honor of our Hobbit Friends, and also our rascally writer brunch host, who was out of town last week. This is the second edition of Sunday Brunch with Friends.


Today we’re talking about winter holidays. I know, I know. You all understand that I come to winter from a completely different perspective. We have a mediterranean climate where I live, and there really isn’t any winter to speak of. I can go to the beach to surf (in a wetsuit) or the mountains to ski today. That’s how we roll. Where I live it’s between 60 degrees and 90 degrees 80% of the year.


Last Sunday Brunch Winner: Kate!


Not really all that excited to have no seasons, but I was born here. There are wintertime activities though, all over (besides holiday shopping) and today my pals answer the question:


What’s your favorite winter pastime?


Share your own favorite winter pastimes in the comments for a chance to win ebooks from these lovely authors. Just comment for a chance to win!


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At a time when most of the country has been inside shivering and cursing Jack Frost due to the mysterious (and apparently imaginary) phenomenon of the polar vortex, winter, for some of us living in bi-seasonal California, still holds its glittery appeal.


When ZAM posed this question I was suddenly sucked through time, experiencing a shuffling of memories, all variations of me walking down snowy roads, in either the soft lux of daylight or in the pitch of a blanketed night…but in every scene, my head is thrown back, arms flung wide, my tongue stretched painfully past the point of resistance, straining to catch each fat goose-downy flake drifting by.


It doesn’t matter if the memory is from a frosty Salt Lake City night at age five when the snow was so high that the paths we wore through the backyard banked at our shoulders; or when my own girl was three—swimming in an outdoor heated pool at Lake Tahoe in early February, the snow falling in our hair.


Snowfall is Magic.


I don’t care how paltry the winter offering is; just standing outside in the drifting silence is enough to make my spirit soar.


On the ground, snow becomes the material of adventure or exertion—depending on age, inclination, and responsibility…but the stuff fresh from the sky is a wonder and I would give almost anything to be there in those moments with you, my frozen US friends—catching snowflakes. – Author LE Bryce


Thank you Zam for including me in another Sunday Blog. My current release is Snow Globe, a short about an artist looking for his own piece of winter magic. [Editor's Note: I can't tell you how much I LOVE that cover. I just want to feed them hot soup!]


You can find it at  Dream Spinner Press or  Amazon.com.


~*~


BadAttitude300Winter. Ahhh. You know what the most awesome thing to do in the winter is? Not be hot. Now, before you all say, oh K.A., you’re always hot—and thank you very much, but that’s just the writing talking—I’m really talking about the outside temperature. I love being bundled in warm clothes, snuggling down under the weight of blankets with a good book or with someone to inspire a good book in me. Err, with me?


And I love the muffling, insulation of snow. I love to stand in the woods and watch it fall, listen to the whispers of it as it deadens sound and makes everything a beautiful black and white picture with only evergreens and cardinals for splashes of color. I could stand there until I freeze.


Oops, I think I may be channeling Wallace Stevens there.


So then it’s back into the house under the fluffy, fuzzy blankets with tea and a good book. You know what else is awesome about winter? No one ever says, “You’re going to stay inside and read on a day like this?”


Yeah, so come on do it with me. Comfy surface? Check. Blankets? Check. Hot beverage? Check. Book? You don’t have one? Well, leave a comment with your favorite winter activity and one will be randomly selected for a ten dollar Amazon gift card. Now, go forth and snuggle. [Editor's Note: COOL! A Givaway. Go forth and Comment!]


Bad Attitude is available at  Samhain  Amazon   ARE   B&N


[Editor’s second note: Check out what’s coming April 15th, one reason to LOVE Tax day this year:


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Winter?


We have winter in So. Cal?


Seriously, I was riding around with the top down and wearing short sleeves on Christmas Eve. The week of New Years, I sweated through my leathers when I rode my Harley to the office. Winter around these parts means it just gets a little rainier.


So, not so much winter, but the holidays in general. I love gearing up for them. Thanksgiving and Christmas and then on to New Years. Walking through the stores with all the snowy displays that are so out of place when it’s 80 degrees outside. Watching a Charlie Brown Christmas for the 10,000th time. Putting up all three trees (yes we have three full-sized trees throughout the house). Holiday meals. Get togethers. Finally, chowing down on LA Street Dogs while standing on Colorado Blvd. watching and smelling the floats of the Rose Parade as the punctuation mark at the end of that festive rollercoaster.


If it rains, well then that’s an excuse to huddle inside with the dogs, cats and kids and watch movies. We play a lot more poker, having friends over for that, since it’s in between sports seasons – which everyone’s kids are involved in.


The weather is similar, but “winter” does have a different vibe than spring or fall. ~~Author James Buchanan


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Sunday Brunch Post - Second Breakfast

Sunday Brunch - 1/12/14

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I’m just going to admit something here: Lately I’ve had a LOT of balls in the air. Last year I had several book releases: Grime And Punishment, My Cowboy Heart, Grime Doesn’t Pay and Lost and Found. I also wrote two more books, My Heartache Cowboy and a new one no one has even heard about yet, tentatively titled Home The Hard Way, which I finished on New Year’s Day (and totaled 90,000 words) when I typed in the last period.


On top of that, I’m really not writing in a vacuum. It seems I have a home and a husband and four kids, without whom none of this is meaningful at all… I have friends. I also have a rich and vibrant fantasy life. I dunno. Sometimes I drop the ball. Last year I failed to post things when I was supposed to, which is why sometimes you get more than one Tuesday Teaser at a time, or more than one Sunday Brunch Question. (Like today.)


And I’ve been unforgivably slow to post prizes in the mail. (I even found one of them in my car this week, because I had forgotten to post it at all.) I’ve been lax in keeping up cherished correspondences. I’ve given close local friends the impression I can’t be bothered to be social…


So, I think since this week’s first question is:


“What are your New Year’s Resolutions and which one do you think you’ll break first.”


2010-04-30 15.51.31I will answer with my New Year’s Resolutions first:


I ZAM, will cherish my friends and family even more this year.


I will not be as much of a hermit.


I will brave the post office, even in the holiday season (or I will get everything out way ahead) Or I will send gift cards through the World Wide Web and you will not be disappointed by me ever again.


I will set aside one day each week to create blog posts and stick to that schedule.


I will not procrastinate.


Those are mine, and I would say procrastination and schedules are the ones I’m likely to break first. ~~Author Z.A Maxfield


You can give Z.A. Maxfield Holy Hell if she forgets any of these things, at her email address zamaxfield at zamaxfield dot com.


Leave me your New Years’ Resolutions in the comment section below, please, I’m sure we’ll all enjoy looking back with the contentment of a job well done at the end of the year… OR NOT. *blushes*


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BehindTheCurtain_postcard_front_DSPMy New Year’s resolution was going to be not to commit to so much, because I’m exhausted!  But I broke that last night when I started writing a short story for a charity anthology at the urging of two (*aherm*) friends.   It was also going to be to make the diet stick– and I can honestly say I’ve been doing that.  Of course I’ve been sick and generally disgusting, and even fudge is unappetizing, so I’ve sort of had some help on that front.  And I was going to keep my business matters more in check, but then a credit card got pirated and I still need to buy plane tickets to Florida.  But I definitely need to find my lost Kindle.  This year.  I can only read so much on my phone.


~~Author Amy Lane


Purchase Behind the Curtain   Dreamspinner   Amazon   ARE


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1483321_10152172149016214_792864345_aFirst of all, hiya Zam! I so love coming over to hang out with you. The camaraderie, the cupcakes, the prospect of sighting one of your many vintage and uber-nerd-girl cool lunch boxes… well, I gotta admit it give me happy clappy hands. [Editor's Note: YOU ARE SO SWEET]


Every. Single. Time.


No fooling.


Now that that is our of the way, I want to say hello to my fellow New Year’s Resolvers…


*psst. Zam. Is that a word? Resolver? Eh, I think the readers will get what I mean. Or, you know, point and laugh. That’s good too.* [Editor's Note: I like to think of myself as a *Resolutionary* Vive la Resolution]


Right. Resolutions? Let me lay them out for you. Because hey, when I started thinking about New Year’s Resolutions, I started thinking about the changes I want to see in my life this year, the ones that I want to be an embodiment of, and the ones whose glory I want to bask in.


*Oh. Didja see that? I’m pretty sure I just dangled a participle. Quick, scope out the room, Zam… Are there any editors whimpering and clutching their red pens? Wincing and cuddling up to their laptops or tablets? Ouch.*


Ahem. Right. On to the resolve. Resolutely forward.


1) Plan stuff and things out better. Seriously. Backwards planning. How long it takes to do such and such. When it needs to be done. When I need to start… yeah, already blew that one to hell and gone. Moving right along, then, nothing to see here, nothing to see. What? The woman flying by the seat of her pants and making it up as she goes? Seriously, nothing to see here. Ahem.


2) Lose weight. Mainly for my health, but also because I am vain. No, really. And I have extreme shoe envy. Yes, yes, Marie Sexton, I am talking about your divine shoe collection. *salivates* Because I wanna wear my sexy shoes again, and at this weight my back won’t take the added stress. But if I slim down, I can *likely* wear heels for short bursts of time. Just long enough to make me happy and feed my sexy shoe fetish.


3) Exercise more. Health, and did I mention I’m just a wee bit vain? I want to look and feel my best. Plus, when I exercise I have so much more energy to write with! That right there is winning with a side of win.


4) Write more. ‘Nuff said.


5) Study harder *eh, or smarter, whichever comes first* in school. Yes, I’m back in school. Business major. Because there is just so much of this authoring that is all about the business aspects, and I figure I need to get myself rocking in that arena. The creativity? Got it. The writing skills? I learn a little more every day, and hope that every single book I put out is a little better than the one before. One day I want to hear folk say… “Do you see how much she grew as a writer over the course of her career?” And then of course, they can launch into a lovely soliloquy about how very brilliant my later works are. That would be awesome.


6) Spend more time with my kidlet. Structured time. With body armor, a whip and a chair, because… sheesh. Have you seen a teenager lately? They are scary beasts, I tell you what. Yes. I—no, I am not joking about the whip and chair. Okay, maybe a little bit joking. But only literally. There is no joking about needing all three of those things figuratively when dealing with the dreaded teen beast. So, this leads me directly to my next resolution.


7) Receive a Presidential Medal of Courage in Parenting. *see above*


8) Be more organized and stuff. *hmm. I may have mentioned this already. Lists are good. I like lists. And color coding them. Never mind.*


9) Write every day. This one? Is the realio dealio, I am pushing to make this a reality. Because writing every day leads to writing better prose every day. Which in turn will spur me to be more organized, which will free up time to spend with the dreaded teen *cracking of whip sounds*, leading to being nominated for that Presidential award, freeing up time to exercise, which in turn leads to the weight loss and my ultimate goal of affording *via scads of book sales* the sexy shoes which my new, strongly muscled and svelte figure will enable me to do more than gaze at longingly.


10) Possibly swear less, drink less coffee and give up chocolate. *bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha*

Everything hinges on the whole writing every day thing.


Well, everything hinges on daily writing except for number ten. That one’s fucking impossible. Especially without fortifying myself with coffee and chocolate first. So I’ll go right ahead and plan to break #10 at every given opportunity, because if I managed to fulfill all ten resolutions… well, you’d be obligated to go find the freaky space pod that ate my brains and produced the false, caffeine and chocolate free Cherie


*Oh dear, I can’t even say that without weeping just a little.*


I have been writing every day. Writing my fingers and toes off since the first of the year, that’s what I’ve been doing. In fact I even started earlier. November… yep, that’s when I started the current push to be better about writing, editing, blog posting and hosting and promo, oh my… all the bits and bobs that go with being an author… November and December were a wee bit rocky for various reasons, but every single day since the first of the year I’ve been right on target. I can feel those sexy shoes getting closer and closer every day. My first product of this improved organization and stuff is the Big Bone Lick Anthology, which publishes January 24th. Kendall McKenna, Jambrea Jo Jones and I all wrote a story for the anthology set in and around Big Bone Lick Park.


Big Bone Lick CoverI could not make up a name like that. It’s a real place. True story. Here’s the smexy cover for the story, and a wee little blurb.


Blurb: Welcome to the Big Bone Lick Pack: A more friendly and hospitable group of werewolves you’ll never meet! Visit with; ‘Devil Dog & Bad Wolf’, a ‘Big Bad Bear’ and enjoy some ‘Shifty Fox Shenanigans’. Watch yourself, ’round the state park, ’cause we had a grizzly on the loose, just a bit ago. Our brave men and woman of the Boone County Sheriff’s Department have everything under control. (Except maybe their own love lives!) But if you find yourself needing a doctor, head on down to Rabbit Hash clinic, or St. Elizabeth’s Hospital is just up the road a piece. We hope you enjoy your stay.


IMG_20140104_192137If you want more info on the silly behind the scenes shenanigans that went into creating the Big Bone Lick Pack, or the chance to win some fun prizes like the sweet fox pictured here, catch us on tour. Here’s the link:


TALES FROM THE WRITING CAVE


Again, thanks for having me over for brunch, Zam!


 ~*~


SettlingtheScoreI have a funny relationship with New Year’s resolutions. I’m generally against them. For starters, new year’s day is an entirely arbitrary date on the calendar with no relation whatsoever to any celestial phenomenon. Seriously, it’s what? Roughly a week and a half past the winter solstice? I realize the calendar is a mess to begin with, but that would actually make sense for the end of one year and start of the new one. Think of it—the day of the solstice is the rebirth of the sun after the longest night, so why not make it the start of the new year? It’s perfect!


Quixotic calls for calendar reform aside, I also think that if something’s worth doing, it’s worth doing when you think of it. Why wait for an artificial date on a calendar? Plan to do something improving in the new year? Great! Why not start now? In my case I wanted to get back in shape before the DSP Authors Weekend in Portland in April, so I hit returned to the gym in the middle of December instead of joining the new year’s resolutionaries on January 1st. [Editor's Note: See? And I didn't even read this before and I coined that phrase above. Proof we share a brain. I think you got all the best parts though. Just saying']


That said, I do make one resolution every year. It’s the same resolution every year, and I blow that sucker out of the water before lunch. I resolve not to mock the deeply-held beliefs of others.


Well, what did you expect? It’s like you don’t even know me. Oh well, as Sue Brown remarked, my head would explode if I tried to keep that one.


You can find me online at christopherkoehler.net/blog, on Facebook, or on Twitter @christopherink.


Settling the Score is the fourth book in the CalPac Crew series, all available at Dreamspinner Press. It was released on December 16, 2013.


Purchase Settling the Score  Dreamspinner  Amazon   ARE


 


 


 



Sunday Brunch - 1/12/14

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Very Special Guest, Tara Lain!

iStock_000027538366XSmallI do love my friends from the Orange County Chapter of the RWA. These ladies laugh with me, they cry with me. The worry about me as I worry about them. I love them dearly and I don’t know what I’d do without them. One of them, Tara Lain, has a brand new release, and she’s making a blog tour stop at my place, to talk about it. I just read this, it’s so nice! Without further ado, the awesome Tara Lain—>


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Hi everyone! I’m Tara Lain and I write The Beautiful Boys of Romance. I’m so excited to be here on ZAM’s blog to introduce my new paranormal romance, The Pack or the Panther. This is my first werewolf book and, like most paranormals, it has a fair amount of plot, but the story is really about the characters. My hunky, tongue-tied werewolf and the solitary, snarky panther he falls in love with. Truly, that’s what all my books are about –characters.  One of the places I learned that — was from ZAM!


You see, ZAM is my inspiration. One of three actually including Lynn Lorenz and Jet Mykles who I so admired as a reader that I wanted to write as well as they do. I still aspire to do that every day. Here are some of the things that I learned from ZAM –



  • • No matter how simple or complex the story may be, the books that stay with you and ring your heart are all about the characters. If the people are deeply memorable, readers will forgive almost anything else.

  • • Great stories don’t have to be angst ridden. They may be — and many super books do rip your heart out — but often the stories that are the most popular are romantic and what ZAM calls “swoony” with only enough angst to keep you interested, but not so much as to get in the way of the HEA.

  • • Expect the unexpected! ZAM always surprises. A guy so beautiful, the hero thinks he’s a girl and follows him across the country. A human so audacious, he’s not even scared of the most bad-ass vampire on earth. Romance that springs up in the midst of crime scene cleanup.


And so much more! Thank you ZAM for everything you have taught me by example and face-to-face. I’m honored to be your friend. And delighted to be here with my new book, The Pack or the Panther — #20 on my list of published works that you helped inspire!



The Pack or the Panther


(Tales of the Harker Pack Series)

By Tara Lain


Blurb:


Cole Harker, son of an alpha werewolf, is bigger and more powerful than most wolves, tongue-tied in groups, and gay. For twenty-four years, he’s lived to please his family and pack—even letting them promise him in marriage to female werewolf Analiese to secure a pack alliance and help save them from a powerful gangster who wants their land. Then Cole meets Analiese’s half-brother, panther shifter Paris Marketo, and for the first time, Cole wants something for himself.


When Analiese runs off to marry a human, Cole finally has a chance with Paris, but the solitary cat rejects him, the pack, and everything it represents. Then Cole discovers the gangster wants Paris too and won’t rest until he has him. What started as a land dispute turns into World War Wolf! But the bigger fight is the battle between cats and dogs.



Available for purchase at 







EXCERPT



Cole’s lips turned up just a smidge. “Uh, you look good. I

wasn’t expecting to see you.”


“What the fuck?” He threw his hands in the air and collapsed

in a wing-back chair.


“You came to my show. Of course you expected to see me.”


“Uh, I mean I didn’t expect to see you off stage.”


Paris frowned. What kind of game was this? “What in the hell

are you talking about? You came here to get me.”


“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”


“I didn’t come here for you at all. I remembered that you

said Eliazer came here to see you, and it was the only place I knew to look for

him. That’s why I came.”


“Not for me?” He wanted to scream and he wanted to cry.

Which one would win?


“No. You said to leave you alone.”


“You son of a bitch!” Paris leaped out of the chair and

hurled himself across the room at Cole with his fingers extended like claws. He

hit the wolf like a missile and scratched at his face. “You bastard. You sucked

me in and got me involved with your ridiculous pack crap.”


“Wait. Hold on.” Cole wrapped a huge arm around his middle,

pulled Paris’s back against his chest, and held him with his feet off the

floor. The big, dumb, bastard!

Paris kicked his feet, which was humiliating. “Let me go.”


“And let you scratch me? No way.”


Paris shook his head wildly. Frustration. “Why did you—? Why

didn’t you—? Shit!”

 “Uh-uh. You’re just a

confused kitty.”


He had to stop this. Heat pushed behind his eyes. Damn. What

was going on? The words flew out. “You didn’t come for me.”


For a second Cole said nothing. “You said you didn’t want

me. Hell, you practically tore down your parents’ office door proving it.”


Paris frowned. “That’s right. I don’t.”


Cole loosened his grip just a little and let Paris’s feet

hit the floor, though his strong arms still held Paris’s body tight. It felt

way too good. “So why should I come looking for you?”


“Because you want me?”


“What gave you your first clue?” His voice held laughter.


“The nine-inch steel rod sticking in my butt?”


A big hand slid down the front of Paris’s robe. “Oh, like

the tentpole I see you’re sporting?”


Cole’s fingers brushed the silk robe aside and closed around

Paris’s erection. “Tell me you don’t want me.”


“I don’t.” But his hips were thrusting his cock into Cole’s

hand. Liar hips.

Cole pressed tight against Paris’s butt. That big cock

nestled between his ass cheeks. More!


Oh hell. He was burning up! He turned in Cole’s loosened

embrace and grabbed his face, pushing his mouth hard against those carved lips.

He reached down, managed to pull Cole’s zipper past that hard-on from heaven,

and stood on tiptoe so he could rub their dicks together.


 Cole pulled back,

gasping. “I don’t have long. Lindsey is outside waiting for me.”

A low growl trembled past Paris’s lips. Shit, where did that

come from?


Cole’s eyes widened. “Linds? He’s just my friend. But

Eliazer is out there. I don’t want to put Lindsey in danger.”


 


Paris heard his own breath, hot and hard. “Fuck me quick. I

can’t stand it if you don’t.”



About the Author



Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her best­selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soul­mate husband and her soul­mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

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Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Teaser Tuesday - Part Two, Kate McMurray!

Welcome to Tuesday Teaser part TWO! Join me in welcoming my very good friend, Kate McMurray!


Kate McMurray has been writing stories since she could hold a pen. She picked up her first romance novel when she was thirteen and has loved the genre ever since. She started writing gay romance after reading a book and thinking there should be more love stories with gay characters. Her first published novel, In Hot Pursuit, came out in February 2010, and she’s been writing feverishly ever since. She likes stories that are brainy, funny, and of course sexy, with regular guy characters and urban sensibilities.


Kate signing autographs at GayRomLit 2011


When she’s not writing, Kate works a nonfiction editor. She also reads a lot, plays the violin, knits and crochets, and drools over expensive handbags. She’s maybe a tiny bit obsessed with baseball. She lives in Brooklyn, NY, with a pesky cat.


She is currently serving as president of Rainbow Romance Writers, the LGBT romance chapter of Romance Writers of America. She’s also active in RWA NYC, the local New York City RWA chapter.


Kate’s website www.KateMcMurray.com


You can email her at kate (at) katemcmurray.com.


Here’s her teaser, are you ready?


“What the hell is that thing?” I asked.


He grinned ear to ear. “This is a Ducati. Best motorcycles in the world. Costs more than your yearly salary, normally. I bought this one for a song from a guy in Waukegan.”


“It’s in terrible shape.”


“Nah, that’s mostly on the outside.” He ran his hand over the front suspension. “What you’re looking at is a 1973 750 SuperSport. It looks like shit because the owner left it in his yard to rust for fifteen years. I think he also had some kind of accident, which is why the casings are all scratched. But I intend to restore it.”


“Does it even work?”


“Sure. The engine is sound. I drove it around the high school parking lot a little yesterday to be sure. The exterior is banged up, but inside, she purrs like a kitten.” I couldn’t think of a time I’d heard so much reverence in ***’s voice. He walked a lap around it, then stood next to me, still admiring his purchase. “You want to go for a ride?”


“Absolutely not.”


He laughed. “Okay. Well, so, I’ve got a connection to a parts dealer through my dad.” ***’s father was a mechanic, which I suspected was half the problem here. “I’ve already talked to him. He’s willing to sell me what I need at the wholesale price, and then I just need to paint it. I was thinking about red.”


I wrinkled up my nose. “Ugh, that’s such a cliché.”


He frowned. “What’s your favorite color?”


“I dunno. Green?”


“Green it is. But not, like, bright kelly green. Army green. Manly green.”


I continued to stare at the thing. All I could picture at first was *** perishing in a fiery crash. But then I started to imagine *** decked out like a biker in tight leather pants and a slick leather jacket, the motorcycle humming between his thighs….


I coughed and took a step backward. “You all right there?” he asked.


Jesus, I thought. *** in head-to-toe leather. I felt the flush rise up my neck to my face. Because that was an image to keep me warm on cold, lonely nights.


Then I realized *** was staring at me, and I snapped out of it.



Teaser Tuesday - Part Two, Kate McMurray!

Teaser Tuesday - Part One! Carolina Valdez

Hi Teaser Tuesday Peeps! Today’s first teaser comes from author Carolina Valdez, who happens to be my very great pal from the Orange County Chapter of the RWA.


Carolina Valdez lives in southern California with a husband–who was her college sweetheart–and a talking cat. Well, the cat is Siamese, and thinks he holds conversations with his owners. As a child Carolina entertained herself making up plays and stories. In third grade they showed up on paper; her first sale came when she was 23. Winning a contest with her first erotic romance sparked an interest in sizzling passion between a man and a woman. It was easy to make the leap to hot men loving hot men. Writing, she confesses, is an obsession that can’t be repressed.


Website: http://www.CarolinaValdez.com Blog: http://fingerstothekeys.wordpress.com  Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/author.carolina.valdez Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/carolina_valdez


Find her books on Amazon, Kindle Us and UK, Barnes and Noble, All Romance eBooks, Sony, and Amber Allure.


***** was tending bar with ****** *******, whose long dreads were carefully tied back so as not to get in the drinks. This was *****’s first time doing a private gig in the fancy La Jolla digs. He was gay, ****** was gay, and he’d lay money that everyone here was. The testosterone was an almost palpable force in this all-male crowd.


****** leaned in to say in *****’s ear, “Don’t look now, but the dick-throb of this group just hit the door.”


***** was mixing California Surfer shots, but he’d noticed the faint lull in the chatter, despite the music blaring open throttle. Now periodic greetings filtered through to the bar.


“Hey, man.”


“Welcome back!”


“Where ya been?”


“Wha’s up?”


He finished the shots and slid them, with a small white napkin, to the waiter, who was young and bald, but whose washboard abs filled out his snug muscle shirt. His stretch shorts barely covered his junk and butt, so tight as to be on the verge of splitting if he bent over. His arms bore tattoos in vivid colors and his feet were covered by high top, laced up boots in black.


Figuring he must be pretty uncomfortable in shorts cutting into his crack, ***** didn’t envy him strutting his stuff in order to keep his job.


The waiter loaded the drinks on his tray and excused his way through the crowd.


Despite ******’s advice, ***** glanced at the tall newcomer as he wiped the bar down. Even viewing him from the rear, he could tell he oozed sex appeal without even trying. He was dressed all in black leather, his pants straining over what little showed of perfect glutes peeking from beneath his jacket. His thighs were wide, but he wasn’t flaunting it.


***** had to admit his crotch tingled. He drew in a couple of deep breaths and let them out slowly. Stop that, big guy. Keep your head down.


His gaze wandered down the newcomer’s body to his boots and stopped. He recognized them–black Bates 924 Series. Interesting… more than interesting. If the boots told anything true, it was that he was, or had been, military.


Once, so long ago it seemed like a trip back in a time machine, ***** had worn that boot, too. Now he wore Adidas black desert boots, and a brace on his lower right leg to stay upright and walking. Even in the heat of summer he wore long pants to cover scars that grossed people out.


This man worked the room with an easy stride, touching knuckles, bumping chests and pulling in some men for close, guy-style hugs lasting only seconds. At one point, someone tried to welcome him with a kiss on his mouth, but even though ***** still saw only leather’s back, he could tell he smoothly avoided it and moved on.


***** didn’t think the other guy was happy about the brush off. He got the feeling it didn’t bother the one who hadn’t responded to him.


In the beginning, he’d tagged the new man as a biker because of the leather, but then he’d noticed the boots and the way he held himself; the way others seemed in awe of him. Read his bearing, and you knew he was someone special.


There was a time when ***** had had that confidence, that walk of restrained swagger, too. He grinned to himself. Well, maybe it was outright swagger when with the other members of his team. Boots, bearing, and the way this man moved? It wasn’t biker it spelled out for ***** now, but Special Forces. Delta, maybe?


He’d had the pleasure of working on ops with some of the Army’s Delta Force men and–officers or enlisted–they were serious fellows. The only thing about their training that differed from his was that when they flew in the copters on a mission, they weren’t allowed to load their weapons until they’d taken fire.


Fuck that. How insane was it to have an enemy scope you in his sites and fire while you’re jamming ammo into your gun? The first time he’d flown with them in Afghanistan, the minute they were in the helo, ***** had said, “Lock and load, men. Lock and load.” He wasn’t Delta, but he outranked them, and despite their regs, they seemed relieved to comply with his order. Before liftoff, all guns were loaded and ready. Good thing, too, because they’d almost immediately drawn enemy fire as they’d approached the pickup area.


Their rescue mission successfully completed, they’d touched down at base camp with the helo intact and no injuries or loss of life. In appreciation for maybe having saved their asses, they’d tossed *****, fully clothed, in a cold shower and invited him to fly with them any time.


Yep. Deltas were seriously great fellows.


Judging from this guy now, if he was military, he was due for a regulation shave and haircut. If he was Delta, it wasn’t surprising these partiers were drawn to him. They were responding to a confidence and bearing that tagged him as a leader; a man’s man–the kind every man wanted to be, but too many were not. Since presence on any of the counter-terrorism teams was top secret, no one here except ***** would guess what he did for a living.


(Editor’s note. Okay. NOW I WANT TO READ THIS and I don’t know what it is. Help me out folks!)


Stay tuned for Tuesday Teaser part TWO, Kate MacMurray is next, and tonight, a special version of Sunday Brunch we’re going to be calling Taco Tuesday! Stick with me today, kiddie’s, I’m playing holiday catch up!



Teaser Tuesday - Part One! Carolina Valdez