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Friday, July 29, 2011

My Big Brother by Ike Rose



Title: My Big Brother
Author: Ike Rose
Release Date: 7/31/2011
Publisher: JMS Books
Genre: M/M Erotic Romance, historical

Blurb:
May 1968. High school bodybuilding champ Ed Green is excited and eager to celebrate his 18th birthday. As a "legal adult" now, he can drink with his older buddies. With graduation just around the corner, he will soon be able to move away from his alcoholic father and Dad’s sluttish young girlfriend, who’s set her sights on Ed.

But the main reason for Ed’s excitement is he’ll be seeing his older step-brother, Johnny, a Marine hero from Vietnam whom he hasn't seen since puberty. The two aren’t related by blood, but they grew up together and Ed has always looked up to his older “brother.” The last time they saw each other, Ed was a shy, short kid with thick glasses. Then Johnny had been Ed’s personal hero and protector, and his move to California devastated his younger “brother.” Now Ed plans to surprise Johnny with muscular changes to his formerly scrawny, weak body.
Only one thing has Ed worried. Though he dates girls, he’s known for a while now that he’s sexually attracted to older men. John will have to share Ed’s bed in the small house for the next few weeks, which makes Ed worry about hiding his lust for the man he's always had a crush on.
How will the hunky Marine react when he learns that not only is his kid brother gay, but Ed has the hots for him, too? Will sharing a bed with his macho big brother lead to Ed's best birthday gift ever?

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Ike Rose. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release?
An erotic coming-of-age romance called My Big Brother.

What is My Big Brother all about?
A young blue-collar man is turning eighteen in 1968. Ed Green is excited about his planned upcoming reunion with his beloved older stepbrother, Johnny, an about to be discharged Marine hero from Vietnam who he hadn't seen since puberty hit Ed hard, bringing massive changes to his formerly scrawny body. They were separated by the divorce of their parents.

Ed is also worried about their reunion. Although he's only had sex with girls, giving heterosexuality an ample tryout, the star bodybuilder is aware of his sexual attraction to masculine, cigar-smoking men. In working class Brooklyn in 1968, he has no polite words to describe these urges he's never acted on, but the focus of his earliest masturbatory fantasies was Johnny, who will be sharing his bed during the visit.

Ed gets home from school to find his “big brother” sitting on the porch in full uniform, smoking a cigar, waiting for a night of booze-fueled male bonding. Ed is excited and nervous, but now hopeful that perhaps his gay fantasies will come true. Losing his virginity to his macho big stepbrother would be his best birthday gift ever.  

How did you come up with the idea?
It came about as a discussion of fantasies with an online friend. He ended up challenging me to write a tale focusing on an incest fantasy. I did two: this one, and one with a young man who was adopted falling in love with a man who turned out to be his birth father. My friend provided the idea of stepbrothers, my own fantasies provided the men.

I mostly write about my own period of coming-out, the late 1960's until the mid-1980's. I consider myself a historical romance writer, educating readers about a recent period when gay life was very different.

As a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning a career as a writer?
First, get feedback: I started off posting my early stories on the NIFTY Archives (http://www.nifty.org/nifty/ ), adding an email address at the end of each story for feedback. I made sure I answered every fan letter, and solicited more comments by sending out a “newsletter” to these fans whenever I post a new story there. This helped me get confidence as a writer and to discover that even non-erotic romances were liked by my readers.

Second: “Keep Submitting”, and never abandon a story you like. My first published story had been previously rejected. When I saw a Call For Submissions on the Erotic Readers and Writers Association's website for a similar theme, I rewrote the old story to fit the new criteria, ending up with a much better romance four times the size of the original. The ERWA website is a great resource: http://www.erotica-readers.com/ERA/AR/Erotica_Authors_Resources.htm

Tell the readers about your backlist.
This is my first story with JMS, a relatively new (one year old this month) company which calls itself “A Queer Small Press”. My first story was e-published in a Valentine's Day anthology called My Sexy Valentine  http://shop.renebooks.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=ANTHO-01 by Sizzler Editions, who plans to release the book in print form for Christmas, 2011.

My series of short erotic romances featuring non-traditional relationships between men, called The ManLove Miniatures, is available from Smashwords at https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/IkeRose . They are 25% off during July.

What are you working on now?
I've been posting chapters of a new book, My Blue Angel, on the It's Raining Men blog (http://rainingmenamen.blogspot.com/ ), which I co-write. It's my weekly posting as a Work In Progress, and my first interracial romance. The book is part of a planned series called The Rainbow Men, with each book having a color in the title, and a main character suggested by the color.

What does your family and friends think about you being a published author?
My lover of twenty-nine years is proud as punch, but he has trouble understanding that I see my characters as real people. I think he's jealous of how much attention I pay to them.

Do you have an evil day job, and if you do, how do you find time to write?
I'm a retired social worker, which I think gives me added insight into characterization. My lover works odd hours, so I have a good deal of time alone to live with characters.

Do you have a favorite character you’ve written but still think about?
A number of them. My favorites tend to be minor characters who the readers only get to glimpse and wonder about, but for whom I've created an elaborate back-story.

July is all about celebration. How does your family celebrate the 4th of July?
Since my birthday is July 2nd, the Fourth takes second place. My family is small, and my nephews are usually away for the summer, so we don't do anything other than a dinner for me when all the family can make it.

Hotdogs or hamburgers?
Take-out Chinese food or Indian food!

Watching community fireworks shows or having them at home?
Does the bed count?? LOL
    
Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know?
The photographer for my cover for My Big Brother is a talented young man from Russia, Andrei, who can be found at http://vishstudio.deviantart.com/

And before we go, can we get an excerpt from My Big Brother?
Of course!

EXCERPT:
I went into the kitchen, returning with a six-pack of beer, beginning a night of drinking as we renewed our bond. In some ways, it was as if we had never been apart, since we had kept in touch so closely by mail, but in other ways, we were strangers. The last time we had seen each other, John shaved twice a month, while I had no hair on my body. Now, I  looked bigger than him because I was more muscular. We established that after three boilermakers, when he stripped to his skivvies so we could stand in the mirror and compare.
John had a great body. There was no question about it; the Marines do know how to build men. But I'd spent the last two years working on my shoulders, legs, arms and chest, so although I was over four years his junior, my hairy chest and body compared to his almost hairless body made me look more mature and larger. We were the same height, but I massed more. We stood there looking at each other in the big mirror in the hall. I admired a small Marine tattoo on his left pec, drunk enough to run my hand over it. My hand touched his nipple, and he moaned.
It was then that I finally noticed two things. Both of my stepbrother’s nipples were erect and the size of erasers, while both of us were sporting hard-ons. Confused, I walked over to the sofa to think. It had to be a coincidence. John was a fucking Marine. A leatherneck couldn’t be queer like me?
John interrupted my bewildered thoughts, “Hey, Squirt, do you get high?” I guess I looked confused. “You know, pot?” He mimed smoking a joint.
“Yeah, sure I do. Why?”
“’Cause I got some excellent shit I smuggled back from ‘Nam upstairs in my trunk. Let’s go up to our room and get wasted, Squirt.”
“Sure, Shrimp-dick.” He stared at me, startled. “I wanted to see how you liked being called a demeaning nickname. I don’t think I qualify as Squirt anymore, do you?”
He grinned. “Hell, Squirt, you can call me anything you want. I can still kick your fucking ass after my leg heals.”
“Do you need me to carry you up the stairs, Baby-balls?” We broke into drunken laughter as he struggled up the stairs in front of me. I stared at his muscular ass moving in the thin cotton skivvies. I realized that this was not only going to be a long night; it was going to be a long visit, with a hell of a lot of cold showers. Suddenly the idea of dating and fucking girls as second best seemed almost acceptable. Maybe I'd get John some double dates so I could get to watch him fucking them. I even started to think of which girls I'd fucked who might agree to being shared, figuring that was as close as I'd ever get to having sex with my stepbrother.
We sat on the bed as we smoked the joint, and a second one. By then, I was so fucking horny that I had to tell Johnny the truth.
“Uh, John, if you’re going to be sleeping in this bed with me for about the next month there’s a tiny detail you gotta know about me.”
“What? You snore? I’ve been sleeping in a barracks with a hundred grunts, so I’m used to that. If you’re gonna tell me you jerk off, the same applies. Besides, I do, too.”
He giggled drunkenly as he gave me a punch on the arm that hurt.
“No. Now, nothing I ever wrote to you is a lie. Every one of the stories about girls is the truth. But... shit, you’re gonna beat the crap out of me, but I gotta tell you the truth. I’ve never done anything about it, but I’ve known for the last couple of years that I’m.. I’m...”
“You're what?”
I shouted, “I’m a fucking queer homo faggot!”
John sat and looked at me for a full minute. Then, his lips slowly spread in a huge grin. “So am I, little brother, so am I. And I've done a hell of a lot about it.”
I sat, staring at him dumbly as he grabbed my wrist to pull me towards him.
“I thought I’d dropped dead and went to queer heaven when you came down those stairs almost naked this afternoon. Fuck, you’re so damned hot, Squir…Ed. I’ve seen a lot of hot men in the last six years, but you’re the hottest I’ve ever seen. Um...you...you wouldn’t happen to be...?”
His entire beautiful body blushed.
“Hot for you? Johnny, I’ve been fucking horny for you since...Hell, I suppose since I was six years old. For about three years I beat off sniffing a sweatshirt of yours that I stole before you moved away. When I saw you smoking that cigar on the steps this afternoon, I just about shot a load in my pants, you looked so fucking hot.” I put a hand on his cheek, relishing the feel of a man's beard stubble for the first time. “Johnny, teach me. Show me what to do. I’m told I’m good in bed with chicks. Shouldn't that be a good start?”

Friday, July 15, 2011

Broken But Not Dead by Joylene Nowell Butler


Title: Broken But Not Dead
Author: Joylene Nowell Butler
Release Date: June 27, 2011
Publisher: Theytus Books
Genre: Suspense/Thriller

Blurb: Brendell Kisêpîsim Meshango is of Métis heritage and a PhD university professor in Prince George, British Columbia. When Brendell resigns from the university and retreats to her isolated cabin to repair her psyche, a masked intruder confronts her. His racial comments lead her to believe she is the solitary victim of a hate crime. However, is all as it appears? After two bizarre days inflicting a sadistic captivity, the intruder mysteriously disappears.

Taught by her mother to fear and distrust the mainstream-based power structures, and with her stalker possibly linked to a high level of government, Brendell conceals the incident from the police. But will keeping quiet keep her safe?

Then her beloved daughter, Zoë, is threatened — and Brendell takes matters into her own hands. To save Zoë, Brendell searches for the stalker and confronts not just a depraved madman but her own fears and prejudices.

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Joylene. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release?
Hi Rie, my sizzling release is Broken But Not Dead.

What is Broken But Not Dead all about? 
Métis English professor races to save her daughter from the deranged son of a powerful politician bent on being Canada’s Prime Minister.

That sounds intriguing. How did you come up with the idea?
As a menopausal and annoyed-with-life-in-general woman, it occurred to me that there weren’t enough stories about women my age. Then one day a question popped into my head. Could a good person be pushed to kill to protect a loved one?

I love that! Now, as a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning a career as a writer?
The usual: Write, read, study, analyze, learn how to critique, because if you do it well, it’ll rub off on your own writing. And learn to be stubborn. You get rejected, turn it around to your benefit, learn your craft, which means grammar, structure, POV, and promotion. Above all, keep writing.

Tell the readers about your backlist.
My first novel Dead Witness is the story of Valerie McCormick, a Canadian mother who, while visiting Seattle, witnesses the execution of two FBI Agents. Whisked away from her family and all that is familiar to her, Valerie fights back against the well-intentioned FBI to ultimately take control over her life with every ounce of fury a mother can possess.

What are you working on now?
I’m finishing up the sequel to Broken But Not Dead, titled Omatiwak: Woman Who Cries. After that I’m finishing a WIP progress about a man searching for the reason his wife was randomly run down. I’m not sure if I should title it Dead Wrong or simply Wrong.

If I can have a vote, I like "Dead Wrong"! Is there something in particular that sparks you to write something new? 
It generally begins with a question. In Dead Witness I wondered what would happen if a PI would accept that his sister was dead if he couldn’t identify the remains. Would he accept the news, or investigate fully?  In Broken But Not Dead I wondered if non-violent Brendell could be pushed to kill to save her daughter. In Kiss of the Assassin I wondered what would happen to a five-year-old child who witnessed the murder/suicide of her parents and was then trained as an assassin.

What does your family and friends think about you being a published author? 
They’re a little in awe until I open my mouth and say something corny like “Hey, what’s up dude?”

July is all about celebration. How does your family celebrate the 4th of July?
Here in Canada we celebrate Canada Day on July 1st. Lots of fun things to do. Generally, we have the family out to our home on the lake, and we fish all day long. Or at least until noon. Then the older kids water ski.

Sounds a lot like our American holiday. I'm always amazed at how much the same we are, no matter where we live. Now, the important question: Hotdogs or hamburgers?
Both. We have an open pit down by the water and it’s hotdogs, hamburgers, and baked potatoes.

Watching community fireworks shows or having them at home? 
There are a few families across the lake that seems to compete to see who has the most fireworks. It’s pretty spectacular.

Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know?
Thank you, Rie. It was fun. I just want to thank your readers for reading. If it weren't for that, I would be out of business. And I can’t imagine doing anything else. Thank you!

You've been a wonderful guest, please come back anytime. And before we go, can we get a juicy excerpt from Broken But Not Dead?
Absolutely!

EXCERPT:
With his free hand, he smoothed the hair off my cheek. Then he grasped my chin so I couldn’t turn my head. He shifted, slipping his hand out from behind his back and resting it on the bed beside my head. I felt something hard and cold touch my cheek. It moved along my throat… touching my chin… my lower lip. I smelled… oiled metal. He tucked his thumb in my mouth and forced my lips apart. Oh dear God! He pressed the barrel of the gun against my teeth… between my teeth. I tasted cold steel.

I tried not to gag. I hoped someone other than Zoë found me.

He withdrew the gun and let go of my chin. The stool squeaked, and he walked to the kitchen window, his arms folded across his chest.

I cried without sound.

He grabbed something from the counter and returned to the side of my bed.

I stiffened, expecting the excruciating pressure. But this time I felt a prick on the tender area of my neck while my mind registered the word syringe.

“I’ll be watching. Listening. I know everything. All the time wondering, should I hurt Zoë? Make her pay for your crimes?”

ANOTHER BOOK BY JOYLENE NOWELL BUTLER:

 Valerie McCormick is a wife and mother from small town Canada. While visiting Seattle, she becomes the only witness to the brutal seaside murder of two FBI agents. When she flees to the nearest police station to report the crime, she becomes caught up in a web of international intrigue and danger.  Suddenly, she and her family are in the sights of ruthless criminals bent on preventing her from testifying against the murderer. Even with FBI protection, Valerie is not safe. Whisked away from her family and all that is familiar to her, Valerie fights back against the well intentioned FBI to ultimately take control over her life with every ounce of fury a mother can possess.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Lost Prince by Ainsley


Title: Lost Prince - Bk. 1 Salt Road Saga
Author: Ainsley
Release Date: July 2011
Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press/Torrid
Genre: SF Erotic Romance

Blurb:
The only thing that’s kept Alaric, the so-called Lost Prince of Calixte, from giving into his grief over his beloved homeworld is the thought of revenge against the man who betrayed his people. But he couldn’t be more wrong about Haydn, who actually saved two thousand Calixten soldiers from certain death and secreted them on an inhospitable planet. There, they’ve launched a fledgling rebellion against the Coalition. They only need their prince to lead them.

Alaric needs a pilot to get him to his soldiers, someone too desperate to betray him. Katriel, a hot-shot deserter pilot enslaved to Haydn by debt, is perfect for the job. But neither Katriel nor Alaric realize how the battle over Calixte binds them closer than blood. When they find out, their collision will send shockwaves through the universe.

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Ainsley. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release?
Thanks for having me! My latest book is Lost Prince, an erotic science fiction.

What is Lost Prince all about?
It’s an unlikely romance set against the backdrop of a massive trade route across six galaxies and the junta that controls it. Alaric is a prince who lost his homeplanet, Calixte, when they refused to bow to Coalition rule. Katriel, a Coalition pilot, lost her husband in the war over Calixte.

That sounds very interesting. How did you come up with the idea?
I’m a huge Star Wars fan, and I always wanted to write space opera. When my publisher was seeking SF, I knew I had to try my hand. I wanted two characters who were strong, independent, damaged, and unlikely to make a couple. So I put them on opposite sides of the battle over Calixte, gave them both severe losses and devastating secrets, fast forwarded two years, and locked them into a tiny spaceship together.

I know this is book number one in the series Salt Road Saga. Did you begin writing with a series in mind, or did your muse take over?
When I started, it was meant to be a stand-alone. But my publisher came back asking for a series, and you don’t tell your editor no when they ask for more. So I held a contest for the series name on my blog and I’m just getting ready to start brainstorming the next book.

As a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning a career as a writer?
Find a good critique group that tells it like it is. You’ll be glad you did when your editor picks apart your work. Writing from the heart and proper craft are not mutually exclusive. Write a million words. Write a million more. (I think I hit a million in 2007 or so, I’m sure I’ve looped that since.) As soon as you want your words out there, everything changes. Writing is creative, selling is a business. The reader is your god. You can learn a lot about writing novels by writing short stories.

That’s probably enough for now… J


Tell the readers about your backlist.
I have Quencher 
and Quenched 
both from Torrid. They’re part of a series about a vampire dating service.


What are you working on now?
I just finished writing the second installment for my urban fantasy series featuring hot demon twin brothers who war against the demon King Asmodai. Sentinel: Archive of Fire will be out in January 2012. Right now I’m under deadline for a commissioned short story. I’m revising a futuristic thriller, which seems to be a never-ending project, and I’m going to be brainstorming the next book in Salt Road Saga in the next few weeks. It’s a busy summer for me.

Do you have an evil day job, and if you do, how do you find time to write?
No evil day job, but I have a fun one raising my kiddos Alex (12) and Grace (9). Ours is a very creative, messy, noisy household, so I’ve learned to write under all circumstances, and at all hours. But mostly I work when they are at school.

Do you have a favorite character you’ve written but still think about?
Probably Aidan and Kaelin, the twins from the Sentinel series. They were my first characters after coming back to writing after a long hiatus and I’m so excited to get their story out there. They are very young and broken. Mending them is going to take at least four books.

What does your family and friends think about you being a published author?
Generally they are very supportive until they run out of clean socks. J

July is all about celebration. How does/did your family celebrate the 4th of July?
We spend it in the mountains at Grand Lake, Colorado. We have a second home there and it’s a big party on the beach, hundreds of people, Navy flyovers, lots of friends, kids running all over, music and games and fireworks.  I also set part of each of the Sentinel books in Grand Lake. It’s home.

Hotdogs or hamburgers?
I grew up in Chicago and spent my summers in Door County, Wisconsin. I’m a bratwurst girl.

Watching community fireworks shows or having them at home?
We do some of both, but you have to be careful of fires in the mountains. It’s been a wet year though so there were no bans. The fireworks display up there is spectacular, over the water with the mountains behind.

Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know?
I always like to give a shout out to the magazine I help edit, Electric Spec.  We’ve been going for 5 years and we have some great short speculative fiction in it.

And before we go, can we get a juicy excerpt from Lost Prince?
Of course!

EXCERPT:
Alaric met her right outside the cockpit doorway. Unspent power radiated from his hard body. Piloting required a physical battle with the cockpit, speed of reflex and sometimes strength to make controls obey. Gunning required more adrenalin than muscle. A sheen of sweat slicked his bare chest, his tanned skin painted rosy from the red atmosphere shining in through the real-time display and small port viewglass.

“Good flying.” Alaric’s voice was quiet and deep. His wet, clipped blond hair looked almost black; his purple eyes shadowed to cobalt. He smelled of smoke, ozone and lubricants from the gunport, and male.

A tingle started deep in Katriel’s belly and settled between her legs. Faint desire tugged at her clit and tightened her nipples. She realized her chest was heaving, like she’d run laps around a spaceport. She hadn’t breathed enough in the cockpit. A wonder she hadn’t passed out.

“And damn good shooting, Your Highness.”

“Don’t call me that.”

But he moved closer, his gaze intent on hers, a slight smile playing on his lips. She felt his nearness, almost tasted the salt of his sweat on her tongue. But he didn’t make her nervous, not like when the scarred pirate had drawn near. Rather, she had to keep her hand from reaching out to him.

Focus. Say something.

Alaric stared somewhere near the vicinity of her hairline. Deep lines etched concern into his fine features, hardening him into a warrior.

“You’re bleeding,” he said.

She touched the sore spot where she’d banged her head earlier, just as he reached for it. Their fingers bumped and she startled. He caught her hand and drew it away.

“It’s not bad,” he said, leaning still closer, studying the cut. “I’ll see to it for you.”

She looked up at him, meant to pull away. But the universe narrowed to his heliotrope eyes and the hard planes of his tanned face, the energy still racing through her veins, the thrum of his hand gripping her wrist.

He lowered his face to hers and kissed her.

His mouth was insistent, ravenous, hard, and she answered with the same raw hunger. He pressed her back a step and trapped her against the smooth hold wall with his muscled body. His bare chest slid over her sweat-dampened tank and pushed against her breasts. Her nipples tightened further, tingling as he kissed her harder, his tongue exploring her mouth.


OTHER BOOKS BY AINSLEY:


Quench is a discreet place to fulfill your fantasies, no matter how wild, and it’s exactly what Detective Ethan Harper and his girlfriend Savannah need to rev up their sex life. In the midst of a serial murder investigation, they seek some unconventional relaxation there—a sizzling threesome with the striking, enigmatic Rafe. Over the course of examining new scenes and interviewing witnesses, Ethan discovers that all the leads point right back to Quench and Rafe. Rumors involving vampires surface. When Rafe comes after Savannah and proves his true nature, Ethan realizes the case has gone well beyond the powers of the police department to solve. Vampires are very real, and only one thing can stop them: another vampire.



At Quench Dating Services, you can experience a sensual night with a match that looks like the celebrity of your dreams—guaranteed, no fee, no gimmicks.


They only ask that you give blood.

Chere Richardson fantasizes about women. After her boyfriend proposes, she feels compelled to divulge her bisexual tendencies thus shocking him into breakup. Frustrated and lonely, Chere meets with her best friend, Adrianna, who is secretly a vampire. To help Chere realize her desires, Adrianna arranges a date for her through Quench. The date backlashes when scandalous photographs of Chere surface, igniting a firestorm of blackmail, jealousy, and investigations that could expose the truth about Quench. And the vampires behind the dating service will kill, not only a mortal like Chere, but even one of their own, to keep from being discovered.