Monday, February 29, 2016

Tea Infused, Steel Cut Oatmeal Recipe by Cardeno C.


Happy Monday! Who likes oatmeal? I do. But I'm not a fan of the instant pre-sweetened stuff. There's a coffee shop I love that has this *amazing* steel cut oatmeal. I decided I had to find a way to make this myself (and save my seven bucks) and I think I succeeded!


Ingredients


  • 3.5 Cups water 
  • 8 Tea Bags (I used Earl Gray)
  • 1 Cup steel cut oats
  • Dash of salt
  • Dollop of cream cheese or something else creamy, like cream ;)
  • Toppings of your choice (raisins, almonds, walnuts, fresh fruit, cinnamon, honey, etc.)

Instructions

  1. Pour water into saucepan and boil. 
  2. Put tea bags in water.
  3. After tea has steeped (three-ish minutes), remove the tea bags.
  4. Pour in the oats and add the salt.
  5. Return to a boil, reduce the heat to a low simmer, and cook for about half an hour, stirring every once in a while and making sure the oats aren't sticking to the bottom of the pan.
  6.  When the oats are tender and the water is gone, turn off the heat and add in something creamy. I used a dollop of cream cheese because I had some left from the bagel place.
     
  7. Stir the creamy stuff in until integrated. 
  8. Put the creamy oats in a bowl and top with whatever you like. I used raisins and slivered almonds because I had them on hand. If I plan better next time, I'll use fresh fruit. 
I hope you let me know if you try this and have tweaks I should try. Have a terrific week!

CC

        Friday, February 26, 2016

        Men, Emotions and the Romance Novel by Felice Stevens


        If you've read any of my books (and I hope you have) then you know that the men I write about are not shy in showing their emotions. They express disappointment, hug their mothers and grandmothers and aren't afraid to cry.

        I've been told that this isn't realistic. That men must remain silent and stoic, only showing how they feel through actions, not words. That a man won't freely say "I love you."

        That real men don't show emotion.

        Really?

        Is that what we want to portray? That men are insensitive people who show more attention to their beer and cars than they do toward the person they love?

        I call BS on that.

        One of the first things you learn when you take a course on writing is to "write what you know." Anyone who's met me and met my husband knows that he is, for lack of a better word, talkative. He is not the strong silent type. He likes to talk. A lot. And he's emotional—he cries at commercials.

        Oh, and did I mention he loves to shop? 

        Yes I married an anomaly. So I am writing what I know. For almost 30 years I've been married to a man whose personality I've used bits and pieces of all my characters. He has a touch of Micah's arrogance, along with Josh's sweetness, Ryder ad Rafe's love and care of animals and Julian's love of good fashion. My husband was a wonderful son like Zach was to his mom and he loves a good party like Marcus. And like Alex, my husband lost a baby brother, although not his twin.

        So I'm here to say that I love writing men who show their feelings. It doesn't make them less manly, or make them wimpy or effeminate (what does that even mean?). I plan to keep writing men who aren't afraid to cry at a corny movie or have a tender moment with their lover. If we are truly striving toward equality, we should want everyone to feel safe to take the hand of the one they love in public and give them a kiss without fear of being laughed at, thought of as weak or " a woman."  If we want to insist that love is love and everyone is equal, then we should not only allow men to be emotional, we should encourage it.

        What do you think?

        Wednesday, February 24, 2016

        Ask Andrew - His Own Chicken and The Egg



        Dear Andrew,

        Did you always want to be a writer or do you do it because you're good at it?
        Thx, Kendra

        Dear Kendra

        That is an interested question and for me sort of a chicken and the egg kind of thing.  Which came first?  Growing up I never had the urge to write.  Not really.  In school I avoided English class and creative writing assignments like the plague.  I was a very practical kid with goals of going to college and into business.  This attitude continued until I was well into adulthood. 

        I discovered writing and the joy it brought me almost by accident.  I was reading gay romance and decided to try writing one.  I will admit that my first attempts weren't exceedingly good.  But they must have showed promise and I wrote around subjects I knew and loved.  The thing was that once I started it opened a part of myself that I never knew or had dreamed existed up till that point.  But once it was unlocked, the stories haven't stopped since. 

        I wrote my first two stories in four months and I was hooked.  But I had no idea how good they were ort if they were worth publishing at all.  That took much more time and work.  So you see my answer is sort of w which came first and the answer is neither fo them.  At the beginning I wasn't good at it and I hadn't wanted to be a writer.  It wasn't until I had this crazy idea to try writing that I discovered over time that I did love it and that I was good at telling stories. 

        Hugs and Love
        Andrew


        Ask Andrew is your chance to ask questions of a gay romance author.  The questions can be about the writing process in general, writing sex scenes, gay men, sex, characters in romance, characters having sex... okay you probably get the picture.    I promise to answer your questions as frankly and with as much humor as I possibly can.

        So if you have a question, please send it to andrewgreybooks@comcast.net.  This is different from my usual email so your questions don't get lost.  I will answer one question a week.

        Please remember this is meant to be all in fun.  (I was going to say good, clean fun, but who wants that.)    So send me your questions and let's see what mischief we can get into.

        Visit Andrew on Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/andrewgreybooks  and you can join Andrew's fan group All The Way With Andrew Grey.

        Follow him on Twitter:  @andrewgreybooks

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        Tuesday, February 23, 2016

        Part 2 - A Werewolf, a Dragon and a Vampire Walk Into a Bar by BA, Julia and Sean


        A Werewolf, A Dragon and A Vampire Walk Into A Bar
        A paranormal romp by BA, Julia and Sean

        Part 1 can be found here.

        Part 2

        Big and Growly licked his lips and Copper swore he could see smoke and flame in the man’s eyes. One big hand was offered over.

        Another man slid onto the stool on his other side, shoulder brushing his. “Oh, now, sweet. You don’t want to play with fire.” This guy had a smooth, low voice, like silk.

        The hand held out to him disappeared, a deep growl sounding, settling right in Copper’s belly. “We were talking here.”

        Oh, dude. Just what he needed, to be tag-teamed.

        Down, puppy. Be good.

        Big and Growly thrust his hand out toward Copper again. “I’m Singe.”

        “Singe? I like it. Copper. Copper Williams.” He shook the big hand, wondering if what they said about big hands indicating big pricks was true.

        “He’s all smoke and mirrors, sweet.” The man on his other side touched his shoulder, cool fingers sending what felt like sparks through him.

        Singe looked past him and growled again, showing his teeth. “I saw Copper first.”

        “Oh, now, Singe-y. You know I don’t care.”

        So these two knew each other? What the hell?

        Singe’s eyes narrowed. “Fuck off, Fangs.” Then the big guy turned back to him and gave him another of those toothy smiles. “Ignore him, Copper. He’ll be in hiding by sunrise. But I’ll still be here, looking after your needs.”

        “Wouldn’t you rather someone look after your needs in private?” the other guy asked. “I’m Magnus, by the way.”

        Singe’s nostrils flared. “I have a room!”

        “Y’all! Hey. Chill the fuck out. Everyone needs to take a deep breath, remember that there’s a steak coming, and that I’m not…well, okay, I’m fairly fucking easy and relatively easy fucking, but let’s be nice.” He hadn’t just learned to wag his tail yesterday, after all.

        Singe took a deep breath and one hand slid along his back. “My apologies. Food is good.”

        “Mmm. I’ll have a glass of the mixed red,” Magnus said. “An appetizer.”

        Singe ignored Magnus, focusing all his attention on Copper and Copper had to admit, that was a pretty incredible focus. “We were talking about not being alone.”

        “Yeah. I’m not used to it.” And he didn’t like it, not one bit. His kind was built for groups and touching.

        Biting.

        Lots of biting.

        “And I come down to avoid it. I would like to not be alone with you.” Everything Singe said sounded weighted, deep. It was probably the voice.

        “A bit clumsy, Singe,” Magnus said. “But sexy.”

        “Totally sexy.” Copper sort of wanted to lick them both, just to get to know them, possibly to spread his scent a little bit.

        What?

        Scent was important.

        Magnus rubbed shoulders with him, grinning just enough to show fang. “I’m so much better at biting than he is. He has serrated teeth.”

        Singe pressed closer from the other side, one arm going around his waist possessively. “I’m here to fuck, not fight, but that doesn’t mean I won’t fight if pushed. Besides, who gives a fuck what you can do with your teeth? We both know I’ve got the biggest… tool here.” Singe pressed his lips against Copper’s ear. “And I know how to use it. You won’t be disappointed with my meat. Steak first, the rest after.”

        Copper blinked, then grinned as he felt an answering heat pressing along his spine, Magnus’ erection like a matching brand.

        He chuckled softly, caught in the middle of an approaching storm, which was more than fine with him.

        “Just so we’re all perfectly clear, boys. We’re not talking about screwdrivers here, right?”


        Tune in next month for the next installment!


        Got a topic you'd like us to tackle? Let us know!

        You can find us on Twitter at @seanmichael09, @juliatalbot and @batortuga.

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        BA’s is http://www.batortuga.com

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        Sean
        smut fixes everything
        where the naughty boys come... and play

        Saturday, February 20, 2016

        A new cat in the house by Renae Kaye



        There’s a new cat in town.

        Or at least in the Kaye house.

        Nearly 12 years ago I adopted a stray cat who had been hanging around.  Piecing together what I think I know of her history, she probably had kittens and went straight back into heat.  Her previous owners dumped her somewhere near my house, and she got knocked up again.

        I adopted her when she gave birth to kittens in my trailer.  We found homes for the kittens and she went back into heat before I could organise her to be sterilised.  We ended up keeping two more kittens from that litter, so we became a household of three cats.

        Fast forward eleven-and-a-half years, and mumma cat had to be put down.  I was heartbroken.  But my heart shattered even further when one of her sons had to be put down just two short months later.  My house became a household of one very lonely and lost cat - Einstein.

        He’s taken to sleeping just metres away from me and my heart couldn’t take it.  He needed a friend.
        Einstein sleeps right next to my chair

        So this morning we took ourselves off to the Cat Haven.  It was more emotional than I thought.  We spent over an hour looking at the cats.  Patting them, reading their stories, falling in love with ones we just couldn’t have.  I wanted the perfect cat.  I wanted one who would be friends with my older cat, and happy to lay with him on the lounge during the day.  But I also wanted one who would play with my kids. 

        I wanted my old cats back.

        My husband refused to pick, and left it up to me to choose.  The kids wanted one that I didn’t think was suitable, so I picked the best I could.  We came home with Tyson.

        He’s 2.5 years old, and I’m not really sure of his history.  But he’s friendly and likes to play.  We got him home and left him in the cage while we brought Einstein in to say hello.  That was it for Einstein.  It was too much.  He up and left the house.  

        Tyson looked like he wanted to be friends, but we were wary.  So we made sure Einstein was locked out and opened the cage.  He investigated every single room of the house.  Then he took up residence behind the lounge for a while.  Then, when he was sure, he came out and decided he’s the boss.  He’s taken a shine to my husband, and decided to bite me.  So after all the emotion, he’s decided to hate me.

        Welcome to the family Tyson
        I needed to keep him secure in a room for his first night, to stop potential fights between the cats, and also because Einstein is free to roam in and out of the house and in the yard at will.  Tyson can’t be allowed that freedom yet.  So I’ve been booted from my writing room.  I’ve had to give up my space.  My desk is now sitting just outside the door, and as I write this blog, Tyson is meowing to come out, and Einstein is sitting a metre away from me, staring at the closed door of the room he usually uses (because that’s where I usually am).

        Have I made the right decision?  How hard will this be?  Will it be worth it?

        I don’t know, but I guess it’s the same with writing.  Is the story right?  The effort level is amazingly hard to get a book to publication.  Then we have to ask, will it be worth it?

        Life.

        It’s hard.

        I hope Tyson appreciates his new home and comes to love us.


        How to contact Renae:
        Twitter:  @renaekkaye

        Friday, February 19, 2016

        End of the Series by Felice Stevens


        Shameless Promotion Post Ahead:

        I've finished with my Breakfast Club guys.




        *Sniff.

        I can remember the moment I thought about writing this group of men and how I spoke with my friend and beta reader, Lindsey and told her, "I have a fashion designer and his name is Julian Cornell. But I don't know who to match him with."
        And she said, immediately, "Make it a fireman. How much more opposite could you get?"

        And so Julian and Nick were born, and from them came sweet and shy Zach Cohen and the unapologetic slut, Marcus Feldman. These men and their stories have taken charge of my life and head since last summer and I almost fell at a loss, not having them in my life any  more.


        When I was asked if I could show Zach and Sam's wedding, I decided to give those two a little bit of drama and angst. They sailed through their book, both figuratively and literally, flying their kites and falling in love, so now I had the opportunity to throw some twists into their smooth road.

        And so, What Lies Between Us came out on Valentine's Day and made it to #1 in Amazon LGBT Erotica, and is now #1 on LGBT 2-Hour Short Reads. I'm thrilled people are loving the final chapter for Zach and Sam.....

        Or is it?
         

        Thursday, February 18, 2016

        Up to my ears in edits by Riley Hart


        I would by lying if I told you guys edits were one of my favorite parts of my job. LOL. They're not. They're important, and sometimes they're more fun than others, but my brain is always going write, write, write and I start itching to write while I'm editing, no matter how much I love the book I'm working on.

        That's been the case with me recently. I just finished revisions on a gay NA I wrote with my friend Christina Lee (under my Nyrae Dawn name). TOUCH THE SKY is a book we'd discussed in November and started in December. I love it. It's emotional, passionate, important and sexy, so I LOVED being lost in the story again...but still...it's edits. LOL.

        I swear not an hour after sending it back to Christina I got an email from one of my Nyrae Dawn publishers with edits on my upcoming Nyrae Dawn YA, TURN THE WORLD UPSIDE DOWN. Guess who is jumping right back into edits?

        Meanwhile I have TEST DRIVE (book three in the Crossroads series) sitting on my computer yelling, WRITE ME!! I'm 10,000 words into it and so itching to get back to Justin's story.

        I need more time. Can anyone help with that? LOL.

        Wednesday, February 17, 2016

        Ask Andrew - The Books We Read


        Dear Andrew,

        You already explained in this blog how events you witnessed or were part of, or people you met found their way into your stories. I was wondering whether novels by other authors are also a source of inspiration. Obviously, I'm not speaking of plagiarism, but of using a phrase, a situation, a feeling as some sort of a springboard, or as an incentive to spin you own tale.

        Kindest regards,
        Madeleine


        Dear Madeleine

        Yes there have bene times when a story I've read has sparked an idea.  Many years ago I was reading a scene in a romance and I was pulled out of the story completely.  This was back in the earlier days of gay romance.  This was a shifter story and the one character was scarred.  There was a scene when the author finally dealt with that issue and as I read it, I thought the author handled it very wrong.  I just thought it should have been done differently.

        That error, in my judgement, stuck with me well after I'd finished the reading the story, so in the end I developed characters and situation for a short story and wrote it.  The entire purpose was for me to write a similar scene to what the author had done wrong, and this time do it the way I thought it should be done.  In the end, the author told their story and I told mine.  They were very different, but her work inspired me. 

        That exact kind of inspiration hasn't happened again, but I do read stories where I see an element or watch a movie where I think a plot devise is clever and file it away because I think that will work well in a story.  I will say that the more something moved me emotionally, the more likely it is to inspire something in my writing.

        Hugs and Love
        Andrew

        Ask Andrew is your chance to ask questions of a gay romance author.  The questions can be about the writing process in general, writing sex scenes, gay men, sex, characters in romance, characters having sex... okay you probably get the picture.    I promise to answer your questions as frankly and with as much humor as I possibly can.

        So if you have a question, please send it to andrewgreybooks@comcast.net.  This is different from my usual email so your questions don't get lost.  I will answer one question a week.

        Please remember this is meant to be all in fun.  (I was going to say good, clean fun, but who wants that.)    So send me your questions and let's see what mischief we can get into.

        Visit Andrew on Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/andrewgreybooks  and you can join Andrew's fan group All The Way With Andrew Grey.

        Follow him on Twitter:  @andrewgreybooks

        Visit Andrew's web site:  www,andrewgreybooks.com


        Tuesday, February 16, 2016

        Promo Day with BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean


        Today we're each promo-ing a new book!


        Sometimes the moon shines brighter than the stage.

        Connor ‘CJ’ Lamont is at the top of his game playing the bad boy of country music. The problem with his ultimate redneck persona is that… well, he’s not. CJ is a wickedly smart songwriter and musician who suffers from an excess of personality. He lives, not for the spotlight, but for the three months of downtime each year when he can finally be himself.

        Sexy werewolf Lee Mills is hired as CJ’s new security to keep him safe and assure that he stays on the medication he’s been on since birth. But when Connor’s parents see sparks fly between their son and his new security guard, they are intent on keeping the wolf at bay. Of course, Mills isn’t used to taking orders, at least not from anyone who isn’t his pack alpha, and he has no intention of following the rules.

        In fact, if Mills has his way, he’ll be smashing the spotlight and showing Connor the moon.

        You can find this one at All Romance Ebooks.

        BA: Country music bodyguard secret werewolves! Biting! Naked moonlight swims! Men with guns and guitars! *ahem*




        Sometimes a bear is more than just a bear.

        The Grizzly List, Book 2

        Oscar is a socially awkward bear who's not like the other bear shifters in Colorado. He's a white spirit bear, and he works as a phone psychic. When he decides to try the Grizzly List weekly, he's only looking for a friend, knowing love isn't in the cards for him.

        Firefighter Patrick is an outgoing grizzly shifter who's happy to meet Oscar and give him whatever he needs, as long as Oscar doesn't need a mate. Patrick doesn't believe in fated mates. 

        Can these two teach each other that what they want and what they need aren't the same thing?

        One and Only Bear is available for pre-order at All Romance Ebooks.

        JuliaI had a ball writing a socially awkward spirit bear, which I owe to Sean Michael for showing me Kermode bears in Canada!




        It’s 1968, and Winter King is a young man with an exceptional paranormal talent for healing. Michael Westfield is a scientist charged by the government with capturing and bringing Winter in for examination. When Michael realizes the military wants Winter only to weaponize his power regardless of the consequences, his priorities shift.

        And when they discover Winter isn’t the government’s only target, Michael and Winter band together to free the others and find somewhere they can hide from a government bent on hunting them down. Their plan takes them across the country from the Haight in San Francisco to Fancy Gap, a small town in Virginia where others with talents similar to Winter’s are being held against their will.

        Along the way, they touch the lives of ordinary people with King’s extraordinary power and find an unexpected love growing between them that makes the success of their journey even more vital. Because if they fail, their love is not the only thing in jeopardy.

        You can pick it up at Dreamspinner Press.

        Kiernan: I am a child of sixties. Literally - I was in grade school the mid-to-late sixties/early seventies. However, I remember some things vividly, like the music for example, the fashion, and I remember hearing about big events of the time such as the shooting of Dr. Martin Luther King, the riots at Stonewall, and Woodstock. When a long-haired, dual-colored-eyed character with healing powers popped into my head, it seemed interesting to make him a hippie and set his book in the sixties.




        Marcus knows Jim is his minutes after meeting the snarly, jumpy ex-professor at the local bookstore. He thinks Jim is a natural submissive, someone who needs order and discipline in his life to help with Jim's anxiety and bad health habits. So Marcus decides to pursue Jim relentlessly, because even if Jim's mouth is saying no, his body is saying yes.

        There's a lot more to Jim than meets the eye, and Marcus will have to be careful. Jim knows what it means to lose everything, knows what it's like to be without friends or family. Jim feels broken, and knowing that he likes the kinds of weird things Marcus wants to do to him only makes him scared that he's losing his mind.


        Their chemistry is so real, so genuine, that Jim lets Marcus wear him down, lets Marcus take control. Eventually, his trust grows, allowing them to enter into the BDSM lifestyle together, learning about each other every day, with every scene. Jim is still uncertain sometimes, though, and he thinks Marcus might just want him because he's cracked. Can this top and bottom pair find a way to understand their wants and needs, and make a life that works for them alone?

        You can get it at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.

        Sean: I'm so glad to have this book available again. This was the first of the Hammer Club books, where the club was first introduced and where the idea of the whole series came from. 


        Got a topic you'd like us to tackle? Let us know!

        You can find us on Twitter at @seanmichael09, @juliatalbot, @batortuga and @KiernanKelly

        Sean’s website is http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
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        Sean
        smut fixes everything

        where the naughty boys come... and play

        Monday, February 15, 2016

        The Pu Pu Platter Post by Cardeno C.


        Happy Monday! I have smattering of things to share today.

        1. I'm part of a really fun Facebook group put together by an incredibly nice set of authors: Riley Hart, Felice Stevens, Christina Lee, N.R. Walker, Ella Frank, and Layne Hayes. If you're a Facebooker, come join us here.
        2. Speaking of Felice and Riley, my fellow Cafe Risque bloggers and now Facebook Daily Grinders, they each have a new release out!
          • Felice's What Lies Between Us is a sweet, romantic, feel-good novella. 
          • Riley's Shifting Gears is a bit of grit, a bit of friends-to-lovers, a bit of healing, and a lot of sexy.
        3. I discounted McFarland's Farm to $.99 for Valentine's weekend on Amazon and ARe. The discount will be up for a few more hours yet.
        4. And last but not last, I wrote a personal post on Wednesday. If you missed it, it's here.

        Have a super week.

        CC
        www.cardenoc.com

        Saturday, February 13, 2016

        Introducing Lumiere aveuglante by Renae Kaye



        I would like to introduce you all to my new release – Lumiere aveuglante.

        [French readers, please scroll down for translation].

        To be released on the 16th of February 2016, it is the French translation of my bestselling novel, The Blinding Light.

        I am excited about this, as it is my first foray into the French market.  The Italians got a taste of Loving Jay (Innamorato di Jay) last year, but this year is for those who speak French.

        Lumiere aveuglante is the story of two men who meet in unusual circumstances.  Patrick Stanford has been blind from birth, and relies on a housekeeper to clean his home and buy his groceries.  Unfortunately he is rather rude and abrupt to them, and so they continue to quit on him.  Enter his new housekeeper, Jake Manning.  Patrick has learned to ignore the change of housekeeper the company sends him, but he’s having trouble ignoring the alluring smell of his new employee.

        Jake is barely keeping his head above water.  He works two jobs to pay off a debt that isn’t his, and takes care of his alcoholic mother and younger sisters.  His sarcasm has gotten him fired from more than one job, and cleaning up after someone is nothing new to him.  However, when he meets his new employer, he can’t seem to keep his eyes to himself, or his comments.

        Patrick and Jake are drawn into a relationship that is both new and wonderful to them both.  Neither has experienced anything like it before.  But will their fledgling love falter when the needs of Jake’s family pull him away?

        For those new to me, I’m from Perth, Western Australia.  All my books are set in my home state, so by reading me you get to experience a short vacation to Australia.  I’m not good at taking life seriously, and so my books contain a lot of humour and light-hearted situations.  My characters often tackle hard subjects, but we never fall into depression and angst.  Reading Renae Kaye means a couple of hours of fun.

        You are welcome to look me up on any of my social media sites.




        Twitter:  @renaekkaye



        Lumiere aveuglante will be available in both eBook and paperback.  You can pre-order here:

        I’m looking forward to hearing from my new readers and making new friends.





        French Translation

        Je voudrais tous vous présenter ma nouvelle publication - Lumière aveuglante.


        Le livre sera publié  le 16 Février 2016, c’est la traduction française de mon roman à succès,
        The Blinding Light.


        Je suis excité à ce sujet, car il est ma première incursion dans le marché français. Les Italiens ont goûté à
        Loving Jay (Innamorato di Jay) l'année dernière, mais cette année est pour les lecteurs français.


        Lumière aveuglante est l'histoire de deux hommes qui se rencontrent dans des circonstances inhabituelles. Patrick Stanford est aveugle de naissance, et compte sur une femme de ménage pour nettoyer sa maison et acheter ses produits d'épicerie. Malheureusement, il est assez grossier et brutal, les aides ménagères ne veulent pas travailler pour lui très longtemps. Entre alors dans sa vie, une toute nouvelle personne, Jake Manning. Patrick a appris à ignorer le changement de femme de ménage que l'entreprise lui envoie, mais il a du mal à ignorer l'odeur séduisante de son nouvel employé.



        Jake arrive à peine à garder la tête hors de l'eau. Il a deux emplois pour payer une dette qui n'est pas la sienne, et prend soin de sa mère alcoolique et ses jeunes soeurs. Son sarcasme lui à fait perdre plus d'un emploi, mais nettoyer après quelqu'un n'est rien de nouveau pour lui. Cependant, quand il rencontre son nouvel employeur, il ne parvient pas à garder ses yeux pour lui-même ou ses francs commentaires.


        Patrick et Jake sont entraînés dans une relation qui est à la fois nouvelle et merveilleuse pour tous les deux. Aucun des deux n'a rien connu de tel auparavant. Mais leur amour naissant risque-t-il de faiblir lorsque les besoins de la famille de Jake en viennent à prendre une grande place dans leur vie?


        Pour ceux qui ne me connaisse pas, je suis de Perth, Western Australia. Tous mes livres sont placé dans le décor de mon pays d'origine, donc en me lisant, vous expérimenterez de courtes vacances en Australie. Je ne prend pas toujours la vie au sérieux, j'aime rire et ainsi plusieurs de mes livres contiennent beaucoup d'humour et de situations légères. Mes personnages abordent souvent des sujets difficiles, mais ne tombent jamais dans la dépression et l'angoisse. Lire Renae Kaye signifie quelques heures de plaisir.


        Vous êtes invités à me suivre sur :




        Twitter:  @renaekkaye


        Lumière aveuglante sera disponible dans les deux formats eBook et livre papier. Vous pouvez pré-commander ici:




        Je suis impatiente d'entendre votre opinion, mes nouveaux lecteurs et me de faire de nouveaux amis.

        Friday, February 12, 2016

        Secrets and Lies by Felice Stevens


        When we last left Zach Cohen and Sam Stein, they were madly in love and newly engaged. Fast forward a year and a half and they are still crazy about each other, but cracks have begun to emerge in the previously unbroken facade of their relationship.

        You see, Zach had found his voice and his independence. And in finding himself, he believed that gave him the right to tell his mother who she should date. Additionally, he makes some very big life decisions without taking Sam's point of view into consideration.

        Sam is not without his faults, either. By omitting to tell Zach some very important problems he was facing, Sam might not technically have been lying to Zach, but is the sin of omission almost as bad?

        Have you ever kept anything from your lover, significant other or spouse because you thought they couldn't handle the truth or because you believed you were protecting them? And what about what Zach did? Do you take the choice away from your partner because you think you know best what they might like?

        What Lies Between Us releases Sunday, Valentine's Day. I hope you enjoy reading this latest installment of The Breakfast Club Guys. 
        Happy Valentine's Day!

        Thursday, February 11, 2016

        Shifting Gears by Riley Hart


        SHIFTING GEARS, book two in the Crossroads series is now available!

        I had a blast writing Rod and Landon's story! I'm so excited that it's out there in the world. Rod had me cracking up while I was writing. That's such a fun experience.



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        Blurb:

        Rod Nelson is used to being someone’s good time, and that’s fine with him. Spending his days at his adult toy store, Rods-N-Ends, he never knows who he’ll meet. The second Landon Harrison walks in, he has Rod’s full attention. It seems as if Landon wants him too, so why won't the man jump in the sack with him already?

        Landon never thought he’d return home to the town where memories lurk around every corner. He has to admit, Rod makes the adjustment a lot easier. He keeps Landon laughing. Despite the fierce attraction between them, he’s not willing to risk his newfound friendship to get laid.

        Neither man wants something serious, but the more they're together, the harder it is to keep their hands to themselves, until eventually they stop trying.

        But flings between friends are never simple, and as they attempt to shift gears, diving into their first relationship, they’re slammed with setbacks. If they want to truly move forward, before they hit the open road together, they’re going to have to let go of a past that could make them crash and burn.

        Wednesday, February 10, 2016

        Words and Confidence and Being an Immigrant by Cardeno C.


        Immigration is a political topic and I don’t like to talk about politics. I just want to put that out there at the beginning of this post in the hope that the internet fairies will kindly protect me from a political discussion. And not just because I don’t like to talk about politics but because I want to talk about something very, very personal to me.

        I recently read a book in our genre that isn’t about immigrants or immigration but it has an author’s note that addresses that topic. It addresses me. I’ll tell you upfront that I wrote the author to say the note upset me too much to ignore and because the note itself is public, I would address it publicly. 

        This is the author’s note:



        I’m an immigrant. That word, as you likely know, means I live in a country (the United States) in which I was not born. My parents weren’t born here either. We moved to the U.S. via Puerto Rico when I was six years old. In addition to trying to make sure I knew my birth language and those roots, my parents wanted me to learn the language in the new place I lived. That language was Spanish.

        Kids are amazing, their brains are like little sponges, and I learned Spanish perfectly, fluently, like a native speaker. Puerto Rico was home to me until I was nine. At that age, three years is your entire life so Puerto Rico was home and Spanish was my primary language. I moved to the continental U.S. when I was nine, in August, and by Christmas time, when I called to wish my best friend in Puerto Rico a Merry Christmas, I had to do so in English because I remembered not one word of Spanish.

        How is that possible? How can someone forget their primary language so quickly? The reason is that I went to a school where we were forbidden from speaking Spanish. It was English only in every location, playground included. I was the only Jewish person in the school. I was foreign. I spoke Spanish. I was different and I was so very, very petrified. So my nine year old self did the one thing I could try to do to fit in and not be punished, to be good, to follow the rules. I behaved by not speaking Spanish.

        Forgetting Spanish is my single biggest regret in life. I’ve gone to see specialists about it and they say it’s a mental block, something I put up in my nine year old brain and only I can remove it. I’ve tried. I did everything I could think of, hypnosis included, and I failed. I’m not a fan of failure. I’m usually one to brush it off and try again and again and again. But at this, I failed. Because when I stepped into the box my teachers and school administrators gave me and sealed myself shut inside it, I destroyed that very valuable part of myself.

        My mother had never truly been able to pick up Spanish (languages aren’t her strong suit) but my father spoke Spanish at work every day. You may wonder why my parents didn’t step in to stop this from happening or encourage me to keep speaking Spanish to my father or my younger siblings. I don’t wonder because I know that they, like me, were strangers in a strange land. They didn’t speak English, we were all learning, and they didn’t know how to navigate their new world. They had more than enough on their plates.

        So I learned English. I learned it well. I tested into every honors class, much to the consternation of several teachers, including a particularly loud English one. I learned that if I kept my head down and worked my ass off, they couldn’t keep me out of those classes. They would be forced to watch me pull myself up.

        I also learned that if I spoke English perfectly, with no accent, the banks and post offices and supermarkets of the world couldn’t ignore me when I talked to them about the way they treated my parents. The way they didn’t look at my parents in the face. The way they smirked and said “what” over and over again no matter how slowly and clearly my parents pronounced every word. I could translate for my parents or I could simply restate what they had already said in my perfect English. Often it was easier for my parents if I just did that to begin with. That way there were no disparaging looks or ugly tones. That way their status, our status, as immigrants wasn’t noticed. If they stayed quiet, stayed in the shadows, stayed in their box, nobody would have to be uncomfortable. So they behaved and I behaved and the people in our new country were comfortable.

        When one of my siblings was in seventh grade, the yearbook came home with a very American-sounding name under her picture. My parents were more sad than confused. They didn’t like it, but they understood. It gets tiring correcting someone when they mispronounce your name over and over again. It gets tiring seeing their face when they read your name, which is a big part of your identity, and cringe. It’s easier to behave and step into the box quietly. Using one of their easily pronounced names helps with that because it meets their expectations. My sister didn’t want to be different, so she followed the social rules. She behaved.

        Friends who have been in my life since my early days in the continental U.S. recount stories about me calling the doctor for my parents, yelling at the bank for my parents, dealing with the airlines for my parents. They say I was never a child. And they’re right. I couldn’t act like any other kid. I wasn’t like any other kid. I had to do better, be more respectful, because there were dire consequences for myself and my family if I didn’t follow the rules. My childhood in many ways ended when I was six. But that is not what my parents wanted for me.

        My parents are proud of the adult I am and the child I was. They are grateful for what I did and continue to do for them. But they did not want me to be an adult at six. They did not want me or my siblings to walk through life on eggshells, so scared of being punished, whether by losing out on the “good” classes at school or, worse, losing our ability to remain in this country, that we thanked the person who opened the box for us to step inside.

        But what could they do? They didn’t have the power to stop it and the people with power, well, those people saw immigrants, they heard accents, and they had certain expectations. If they treated us with the same respect they did our non-immigrant classmates, we had better show them ten times that level of respect back so nobody could say we were insubordinate or ungrateful. If a job had to be done, we had to do it perfectly with no room for error because there was always someone saying we were lazy, we didn’t belong, there was always someone ready to kick us down to something less or somewhere else.

        These parts of my childhood, my past, these parts of me, aren’t something I would have chosen. They aren’t something my parents would have chosen for me. These are things we went through. These are things we had to do. These are ways we had to behave. And we knew every second that we were doing it, that the people around us expected that from us and that we would suffer if we didn’t get into their box.

        The author’s note above talks about a child’s confidence coming from a knowledge that without the child’s help, the child’s family would be lost. Let me say that again: a child’s confidence stemming from the realization that the potential loss of a family is on the child’s shoulders.

        I was that child and I can tell you the emotion we feel is not confidence. That emotion is desperation or fear or abject need. It is the farthest possible thing from confidence. Being different and at risk of losing everything for yourself and your family does not fill you with, as the author’s note says, self-assurance and the purpose you have when you are a child in that situation is not a purpose any parent wants for their child.

        I don’t like to talk about politics. I don’t like to talk about books in my genre. I don’t like to talk about authors. I don’t like drama. And so I avoid all of that at nearly all costs.

        But the six year old me, and then the nine year old me, who had to call and beg and shout to help my family because the grown-ups didn’t have the words or the people couldn’t understand their words. That child in me who was the one with my younger sibling at the hospital because my hardworking parents were at work and couldn’t navigate the paperwork anyway. That kid who was forced to be an adult and stand up for the family. That person has never and will never go away.

        And so that person has no choice, I have no choice, but to stand up now and say something that should be obvious: words have meaning. The words that take our greatest struggles and fears, the words that highlight the shortcomings in our childhoods, the words that haunt our parents to this day, those words matter. 

        The words in that author’s note that sound like sweet, flowery, innocent compliments expose the mistruths people tell themselves to feel better about the part they play in what is a decidedly less enjoyable play for the immigrant actor. Those words do not honor me or people like me by giving us a voice or a role in a book. They instead mischaracterize and appropriate our struggle for the purpose of profit and self-congratulation.

        Do not hand me your box decorated in condescending compliments and tell me I’ll like living there. Those words are not compliments. They strip away the truth and reality of our experience and repaint it with a brush that with every stroke says, “We’re so generous for allowing you to be here. You should be grateful because this never should have been yours. Our America is not your America. You cannot make mistakes. You cannot relax. Work harder. Behave. Be respectful. Get in your box.”

        Coastal Magic - Andrew Grey


        Last week I was lucky enough to attend the Coastal Magic convention in Daytona.  The convention itself was a real blast with lots of fun activities and some great panels.  For me the highlight of this convention, like most of them, are the people I meet.  Friends new and old who add the amazing sparkle to a gathering.  Lisa and Melinda invited me to dinner and we had amazing fun at Joe's Crap Shack.  BA, Julia, TC, and Sean are always amazing con partners and add fun every time they enter a room. 

        One evening here was dancing and I managed to not flop around like some demented chicken.  Dancing has never been my forte and I doubt it will ever be.  I always consider the evening a win if no one gets hurt.  I also got to play Cards Against Humanity and I didn't win a single hand but it hardly mattered.  Its the fun and laughter that count and this convention engendered a lot of both.  I'm really looking forward to next year. 

        ****Please note that next week, Ask Andrew will return, but questions are sorely needed.****

        Have a great week. 

        Ask Andrew is your chance to ask questions of a gay romance author.  The questions can be about the writing process in general, writing sex scenes, gay men, sex, characters in romance, characters having sex... okay you probably get the picture.    I promise to answer your questions as frankly and with as much humor as I possibly can.

        So if you have a question, please send it to andrewgreybooks@comcast.net.  This is different from my usual email so your questions don't get lost.  I will answer one question a week.

        Please remember this is meant to be all in fun.  (I was going to say good, clean fun, but who wants that.)    So send me your questions and let's see what mischief we can get into.

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        Tuesday, February 9, 2016

        Questions and Answers with BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean


        Great news -- Kiernan Kelly will be joining in with the madness that is our weekly posts! So a big smutty welcome to Kiernan :)


        Did you walk on the beach at Coastal Magic?

        BA: We did. We went the wrong way for coffee, but we walked... 

        Julia: We did! It rained on us a lot, but the first day was lovely and we got out and hit the beach. Mostly I watched Sean Michael chase seagulls.

        Kiernan: I did not. First, the hotel was roughly the size of Texas. I'm surprised I didn't wear my legs down to nubs just walking to the convention space. Good thing, too, because then I would look like a Weeble. Also, the ocean looked angry. I tend to keep my distance from angry bodies of water.

        Sean:Yes! And I paddled my feet in the water. And I ran at the seagulls to make them scatter.

        Name a favorite moment at Coastal Magic:

        BA: Just one? I have to say the very best part was the hugs. I got so many hugs and to have long discussions with the most amazing friends. It's my favorite part of any con. 

        Julia: Ohm there are so many. Lunch with the author, though, made me so happy. The ladies we sat with rocked my socks. 

        Kiernan: Omg, there were so many! Meeting up with you three ladies tops the list. Cinema Craptastique was so much fun, as was sitting on the Flash Fiction panel, and our Fistful of Rainbow Meet and Greet. And I think I peed a little from laughing so hard during Cards Against Humanity.

        Sean: Lunch with Morticia, Sue, Tina, AE, Delorianne, Lisa, Andrea, BA and Julia is but one of the many wonderful moments.

        How many rainbow tailed butt plugs does a person need?

        BA: How many can I afford? 

        Julia: Only as many as they'll actually use. 

        Kiernan: One can never have enough rainbow-tailed butt plugs. Seriously, they're like potato chips, except you don't eat them. Unless you're into that sort of thing. Hey...we don't judge.

        Sean: One can never have too many rainbow tailed butt plugs.

        What name would you give a meal for a group of gay romance readers? (And would it consist of?)

        BA: I'd feed everyone chili and cornbread and we'll just call it supper with friends.  

        Julia: Hmmm. Cock and balls. Chicken meatballs and pasta ;) 

        Kiernan: The name of the meal would be "The Spread(eagle)," and it would consist of many types of hard, pokey foods like carrots, cucumbers, etc. The main course would be Stuffed Pork Butt.

        Sean: The Big Meat Platter and it would be include steak, sausage and potatoes.

        What is one of your favorite kinks to write?

        BA: I'm a huge fan of the OMGINEEDYOUSOMUCHI'MGOINGTORUBOFFWITHYOUAGAINSTAWALL thing. That's a thing, right?

        Julia:Spanking. Oh, spanking ow I love thee. 

        Kiernan: Ooh, kink.. Spanking is a favorite, I think because it adds an audible element that readers can easily imagine, even without personal experience, which makes the whole scene just a little more vivid.

        Sean: I can only choose one? Fisting, sounding, kissing, twins... I just can't choose only one.

        What is one of your favorite kinks to read?

        BA: I love a good power play. One where the men are equal and they have to struggle with their power issues.

        Julia: I love sounding. I don't write it confidently, but I do love to read it.. 

        Kiernan: I love to read about D/s. Love me some strong, alpha Dom any day of the week.

        Sean: I love 'em all, but I do especially like twins.

        What trope do you love?

        BA: My absolute favorite of all time trope is former lovers. I ADORE that trope.

        Julia:I love them all. Amnesia. Surprise baby. I'm writing the lost heir right now.   

        Kiernan:That's a tough one to narrow down. I think it depends on the genre. For example, when reading shifters, I love the whole alpha male thing, and the mate-for-life trope.

        Sean: Bodyguard!

        What food could you not live without?

        BA: At this point, every single thing I would say that about has made me sick, so I'm going to defer.

        Julia: Bread. Gluten free these days, and I can go weeks without, but not months.  

        Kiernan: Swiss cheese. It's the devil. I don't even want to be in the same room with Swiss cheese.

        Sean: meat

        What's your favorite body part on a man?

        BA: Eyes. I love the eyes. I'm also a collarbone fan. 

        Julia: His hands 

        Kiernan:Gah...I have to pick only one? I guess you mean besides the obvious fun part, huh? I love strong arms. Well defined, tattooed biceps rock my world. And butts. Little, firm, bouncy bubble butts, to be exact.

        Sean: I love the whole male figure, but the hands and that crease at the hips are especially yummy

        Make up a first line for a hot new romance you haven't written yet.

        BA: "Shit, y'all." He looked around the room, fighting his laughter for all he was worth. "I don't care if you're gonna get all weird on me, but did you have to use my pigging ropes?" 

        Julia: "Damn it, would you watch where you're going, asshole?" 

        Kiernan: Judging from the sudden silence and shocked expressions of the other shoppers in the supermarket, Kyle realized soon after his arrival that he'd forgotten to put on his pants again.

        Sean: Marty didn't know why this always happened to him, but just like clockwork, here he was again, butt naked in the middle of a crowd. 


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