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(As told to Danielle)

A very big warm welcome to popular author J.P Barnaby. It is a great pleasure and honor to have you here at the Blog of Sid Love.

Hi Dani – it was an honor to be asked. Thank you so much! I’m really excited to see what questions you decided on.

We sheduled this interview when your novel ‘Charlie, Rentboy’ was released but with your approval hopefully I can add some questions about former novels?

When I saw the promotion and the blurb of ‘Charlie, Rentboy’I was sold. I really wanted to read the book as I  was very curious about what you came up with for this controversial topic. Did you surprise many fans and followers with writing this particulair story?

I wouldn’t think so. Anyone who follows me on Twitter or Facebook sees the pictures of me hanging out with my friends in the adult entertainment industry. More than a few porn stars are also escorts, so these guys are my friends. I wanted to write about them in a sex positive way.

I have to say when reading the story it is easy to love Charlie or to sympathize with David, or you can make a easy connection with John. When you started this story did have both these characters set in your mind or did they began existing during the story?

The character for Charlie always existed because he’s based on a real friend – Eli Lewis ( who I met at Hustlaball in New York last year. He’s an amazing, charismatic, warm and funny guy who I thought would make a great character. John came later. I knew I wanted someone that not even Charlie could resist.

The surprise for me about this story was the content, which was an easy read with much little drama and so different from what we are used to seeing from you. As I said in my review I applaud you for doing that but why?

Actually, there were two reasons:

1. I have a few friends in the adult entertainment industry, and they are generally viewed in such a negative light in fiction, especially rentboys. In most fiction, you find desperate, addicted boys who have been abandoned by their family and cast out by society. While that does sometimes happen, in my experience, it’s not the norm. Most of the time, they are just regular guys looking for a way to make the rent and stay ahead.

2. When Aaron was released on October 2012, I actually had reviewers who were afraid to read it. A lot of people told me they were waiting to be “in the right mood” to start it. I realized then that I need to expand the range of my stories.

AaronTalking about your previous stories, I would like to ask about the use of technology in your books. The smexting in ‘Lessons Learned’ was hot and effective. And then of course, there’s ‘Aaron’ where the guys come together over a computer programming project. Also, because of Spenser’s deafness, he and Aaron are able to communicate by chatting online. It’s so awesome seeing that medium used as a type of therapy for these guys. Was this motivated by your own work with computers? 

Yep – write what you know, and I know computers. My friend Rowan Speedwell is a master of weaving realistic detail from just about any subject into a book, and I wanted to do that, so I added a bit of my programming knowledge to Aaron. Plus, I am shy as well, and I know that it’s so much easier for me to talk to people over text than actually speak aloud.

Was this something you knew you wanted to show when you started forming the story or did it come to you as the characters evolved?

It was always a part of the story, as much as Aaron’s inability to be touched, and Spencer’s speech patterns.

Talking about Aaron, that story created a lot of buzz. Do you mind me asking what motivated you to write ‘Aaron’? How did you come up with these two characters?

Aaron is my seven-year-old self dealing with the devastating effects of sexual abuse. I came up with the story late one night when Aaron woke me out of a sound sleep and started whispering about monsters in the dark.

Originally, I’d planned for Spencer to be blind, however, it seemed rather convenient with Aaron’s scars. I wanted Spencer to have his own issues so that their relationship would feel balanced.

Are there any one of your characters that you would like to date?

Ethan Bryant from the Forbidden Room series. He’s an incredibly complex character, and I’d love to spend several hours under his paddle and his hands in the room.

What I also am curious for is this: you do interviews with porn stars on your website. Why did you decide to do this and how did it come about?

One of the reasons I put porn stars on my covers is to help promote them just as they promote me. The interviews started a while back when I started talking to friends about getting their pictures and a bit of personal information in the world to humanize them. A lot of people treat them as if they only exist from the waist down.

We know that there is coming a sequel to ‘Charlie, Rentboy’ (one I am definitly looking forward to btw J) but I wonder is there also a sequel to Aaron coming as it feels more like a HFN than an HEA?

The Survivor Books (of which Aaron is the first) will have a total of three books: Aaron, Painting Fire on the Air (release date: Sept 27, 2013), and Spencer. Painting Fire on the Air is about Ben, Juliette’s older brother, but Spencer will be a continuation of Aaron and finish their story.

I would like to throw out my shorties to you, J:

Favorite food? Pizza, hands down.

Favorite color? Silver.

Favorite author? This is a very hard choice. I’m a big fan of Stephen King, Douglas Preston/Lincoln Child, Cameron Dane, Kele Moon’s M/M stuff, and a whole list of other authors.

Favorite book? I can’t pick just one. How about a top 5?

Finding Zach by Rowan Speedwell (followed closely by her new book Illumination coming Sept 30th)

Omorphi by Cody Kennedy

The Eden Series by Kele Moon

Curtis Reincarnation by Zathyn Priest

Rough Canvas by Joey W. Hill

Favorite way to spend a day off? Reading

Favorite movie? The Core

Favorite music or song? Music soundtracks, particularly by John Williams.

Favorite flower? I don’t think much about flowers one way or the other – lilacs, I suppose.

Favorite clothes? Jeans and a big comfy hoodie.

Favorite season? Fall, definitely.

Painting Fire on the AirBefore signing off, I would like to ask you something about your new release that comes out September 27th through DSP – ‘Painting Fire on the Air’.  What would you like to share about this new story?

Painting Fire on the Air is the story of Ben, older brother of Juliette from Aaron. He’s devastated by his sister’s murder, and finds a harsh way of dealing with the pain. The phrase “painting fire on the air” refers to fire flogging, in which the Dom loads a kevlar flogger with 70% iso-propyl alcohol and sets it on fire. Drake Jaden, my friend and the cover model for the book, describes the sensation like a bad sunburn for just a second, and then the pain receds until the next strike. Another model, Chris Yosef describes the feeling as “the breath of God”. It’s fascinating.

The book is a great read for anyone interested in BDSM or not. The portions of the book in Ben’s POV are great for those who are into the lifestyle, or just enjoy reading about it. While Jude’s POV is more of a “what the hell is wrong with these people” kind of perception, and the reader learns about the lifestyle right along with him.

Thank you so much for doing this interview . Goodluck on the current releases and the new releases coming .

Thank you so much for taking the time to write such interesting and targeted questions. I really appreciate the care with which you took to find out more about me to do such a beautiful interview. ❤

Thank You J.P. and thank you, Elizabetta for joining me in prepairing this interview.

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On top of doing this interview Miss J.P Barnaby kindly offered a giveaway of her latest release Charlie, Rentboy. Leave a comment and a message to the author in the comment department as for why you should win this book.

Thanks and Good Luck Danielle


J. P. Barnaby, an award-winning gay romance novelist, is the author of over a dozen books including the Little Boy Lost series, the Forbidden Room series, and Aaron. As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.






CONTEST WILL END ON 30th September, 2013 @ 11:59 PM Central Time!!

When secondary characters steal the show

Reviewers have frequently commented that my secondary characters are one of the strengths of my writing. They aren’t cardboard cut-outs there simply to fulfil a plot point. Even if we never know their full story, they give a sense of having a full story.

Chase the Stars (Lang Downs, #2)Never has this been more true than in the character of Neil Emery in the Lang Downs series. Neil started out as a name on the page, one in a crowd of jackaroos all curious about their new boss. Then, he became a homophobic bigot determined to run Caine off when he found out Caine was gay. But it turns out there’s more to Neil than just his homophobia. Above all else, Neil is loyal, and once someone has won his loyalty, nothing else matters. I won’t say how Caine managed it in case anyone reading this post hasn’t read Inherit the Sky yet, although since I’m going to keep talking about how Neil develops through the rest of the series, I may not be able to avoid all spoilers. Once Caine has won Neil’s loyalty, Neil’s attitude changes. “I’m sorry for all the names I called you, boss,” Neil said. “I won’t give you any more trouble.  From here on out, I’m your man.”

I got questions from readers about how that would really play out. Would Neil really be able to keep that promise to Caine?

Chase the Stars opens with the answer to that in a couple of different ways, and we begin to see how deeply Neil’s loyalty runs. A teenager stumbles into the hotel where they’re all having dinner, crying because his brother is being bashed and he’s afraid he’ll be killed. Macklin is out the door like a shot. And then this:

The boy had barely finished his answer before Macklin was out the door.


“Yes, boss,” the jackaroo at the next table replied, already on his feet and following Macklin out the door before Caine finished speaking.

Obeying orders, even half-complete ones, is one thing, but Neil takes it a step further, defending Caine and Macklin to all the new jackaroos on the station.

“Some of you may have heard rumors about the boss.”

Chris slipped inside to listen.

“You might have heard people say he’s a poofter,” the man went on. Chris thought he’d heard Caine and Macklin call him Neil, but he wasn’t sure.  “You might have even heard less polite things about him.”

Chris hoped Neil wasn’t getting ready to deny it.  Macklin had said they didn’t talk about it but they didn’t hide it either.

“Let me make this very clear,” Neil continued, all but bristling as he spoke.  “Caine Neiheisel and Macklin Armstrong are the backbone of this station. If you can’t deal with working for a poofter, leave now, because there’s not a man on this station who will tolerate any kind of slur against either of them.”

“Wait,” one of the men said.  “Either of them? Armstrong is gay too?”

“Do you have a problem with that?” Neil demanded.

“No,” the man said, raising his hands in pacification.  “I’m just… surprised.  And, well, a little surprised everyone is so open about it.”

“Caine saved Neil’s life,” another of the hands explained. “He now feels the need to defend the boss against any threat, real or otherwise.”

“Like Macklin would let Caine get so much as a bruise,” another hand joked.

“Caine works his arse off just like the rest of us,” Neil insisted.

“And then works Macklin’s arse at night.”

“No way in hell Macklin lets anyone fuck him.”

“Caine’s the boss.”

“On the station. No way he’s the boss in the bedroom.”

“Enough!” Neil roared. “Get your sorry arses out of here and get to work!”

CTFbuttonIt’s enough to make Chris feel safe for the first time in years. So now we have loyalty that goes not just to taking orders from Caine but also to defending him. It’s a change in attitude from Neil’s original reaction to Caine, but it’s still directed very much at Caine. Has Neil’s homophobia truly faded or will it rear its head again when faced with other gay men?

This is where we see Neil’s true growth, because when first his brother and later his best friend come out to him, he doesn’t blink. Well, maybe he blinks, but he takes it in stride and supports them both through their struggles. Just… no details please!

Neil will never get a book of his own. He’s as straight as they come and actually gets married (and has kids) over the course of the story, but he’s the character who has stayed with me the most because he’s the one who gives me hope. If Neil, with all his learned homophobia, can reach the point of being the staunchest ally of the men of Lang Downs, maybe, just maybe, there’s hope for the rest of the world.

I’ll leave you with this, Neil’s finest moment from Conquer the Flames.

“And you didn’t go looking for it, because why would you?” Neil finished. “Look, I’m not an expert on relationships and stuff, but sex is supposed to be fun and feel good and bring you closer to the person you’re with. I know it wasn’t that way for you—and the fucker should be shot for what he did—but I don’t think no sex is the answer, especially not now that you have a great guy to have it with. Just, you know, spare me the details.”

“No details,” Ian promised. “That’s what happened last night. Things got a little intense and I panicked. Thorne wanted to know why. It’s not the first time he’s asked, but it’s the first time I answered him. He started cursing and shouting, at him, not at me, but I was already freaked out, and I just couldn’t deal with any more.”

“So what did you do?” Neil asked.

“I locked myself in my room until I couldn’t hear him shouting anymore, then I went to bed alone for the first time in a week, and I hated every second of it,” Ian said. “I don’t think I really slept until he came in to get dressed this morning and lay down with me instead.”

“You know I’d do anything for you, right?” Neil said. Ian nodded, not sure where that question was leading. “If you need to talk about this, I’ll listen, details and all.

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PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner Press
254 pages
RELEASE DATE: 09/27/2013
BLURB: Thorne Lachlan knows a thing or two about getting himself safely out of a blaze. For years he fought in the world’s hot spots, a Commando with the Australian Army. Now, retired, he fights flames for the Royal Fire Service. When a grassfire brings him to Lang Downs, the next sheep station in danger, Thorne meets Ian Duncan and sparks fly that neither man can put out. But both men have ghosts from the past that stand in the way of moving beyond mutual attraction.

While Thorne longs for the home he could share with Ian at Lang Downs, he fears his own instability might make him a danger to others. And Ian’s always believed that the foster care nightmare he escaped before coming to Lang Downs would make any relationship impossible. Trust doesn’t come easily to Thorne or Ian until the fire’s aftermath forces them to see past the scars keeping them both from healing.

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Ariel Tachna bio pic (1)Ariel Tachna lives outside of Houston with her husband, her daughter and son, and their cat. Before moving there, she traveled all over the world, having fallen in love with both France, where she found her husband, and India, where she dreams of retiring some day. She’s bilingual with snippets of four other languages to her credit and is as in love with languages as she is with writing.

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CONTEST WILL END ON 28th September, 2013 @ 11:59 PM Central Time!!

My mum was a huge film fan so we would often spend Saturday afternoons, curled up on the sofa together, eating homemade jam tarts, watching old films she loved. I remember one Christmas Eve, when I was about eight or nine, we watched El Cid on TV. It’s an epic film set in medieval Spain, staring Charlton Heston and Sophia Loren. It’s a romanticized, over-blown film with huge battle scenes and heroic love. The knights are brave a true, the damsels breathtakingly beautiful and I loved it.

I was hooked: completely and utterly hooked.

It wasn’t only that the hero did the right thing, no matter what the cost was to himself, although that idea did grip me. It was the whole scale of the film. Big characters doing big things, for big reasons.

My love of the epic was born.

From there I went on to find others of a similar type. Kirk Douglas and Jean Simmons in Spartacus, the stunningly beautiful Julie Christie with Omar Sharif in Doctor Zhivago. I wanted to be those characters; I wanted someone to love me in the way they were loved. I wanted to be strong and epic and true. I wanted to always be in soft focus, the way Jean Simmons was whenever Spartacus looked at her! I wanted to live in an epic landscape with history happening all around me.

My love of the epic grew and embedded its self deep inside me.

But, of course, I’m ordinary and small and I really like my creature comforts. When I get cold my nose turns red and my eyes water – unlike Julie Christie who just gets even more beautiful. I like central heating and knowing I have somewhere safe to go home to and a future to look forward to, however predictable it may be.

So I began to make up my own stories in which I – at first – and then my characters were all the things I wasn’t. I could make everyone behave just as I wanted them to, as thought they were in an epic film. Whenever things were tough at school, or even just boring, I would disappear into my head and make up wonderful stories, full of amazing things and people.

I thought that those sorts of epic films were a thing of the past, that, as the saying goes, they don’t make them like that anymore. I grew up and forgot about them. Then I saw Dances With Wolves, Gandhi and Kingdom of Heaven (a tip here: make sure you see the director’s cut of Kingdom of Heaven because the one they released in the cinema doesn’t make sense!) They hadn’t stopped making epics. I’d just been going to the wrong films.

Idiotically I’d had to be dragged along to see Gladiator, much against my wishes. It would be stupid, a pastiche of old ideas, and not have the heroic feel or ideas I’d loved so much. I was flabbergasted, blown away and any other cliché you could think of. I fell in love, not with Russell Crow, but with “Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North … Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife.”

Oh he was so heroic, so epic, so everything that I’d fallen for as a child. My love for the hero was back stronger than ever. I came out of the cinema with my head full of larger-than-life, valiant and courageous ideas. But those are hard to do when you’re trying to remember to put the washing on before you go to bed and you have to go to the supermarket after work the next day.

A few days later I snuck in to see the film again, all by myself.

But not even watching the whole of the Lord of the Rings trilogy (director’s cut, of course) or The Last Samurai helped. No, there was no epic in my life and I had no control over people or events. Unless… I wrote down the stories I’d been making up for years.

I’ve always had a love of writing, and wrote long, impossibly complicated and very badly spelt stories as a kid. Combining that with my love of epic stories was the start of my writing career.

Now, I don’t always write epic stories. I love small, intimate stories just as much as ones set on a grander stage. But always, at their heart, I have to have characters I care about (and can control – my passion for that has never changed!) and a love that is noble and strong enough to last a lifetime.

Knights and Butterscotch, my new novel, touches on my love of the epic—and the small intimate story as well. At the heart of every epic are people, and it’s the people I love.

Knights and Butterscotch

Knights and ButterscotchBLURB: A story of modern-day knights, paint-splattered artists and a lightning bolt of attraction that hits hard enough to make a knight think he’s going crazy. And then things get complicated.

The year is now, the place is somewhere like here but the feeling is very different. Matti Elkin is a modern-day knight and, while he may not have a horse or a suit of shining armour, he’s brave and true, has a sense of duty and honour a mile wide and a passionate belief in his king.

There’s a war on and the knights are fighting hard, but while on R&R Matti is hit hard with an overwhelming attraction for Jamie, a tall, handsome painter.

Jamie makes his head spin and his cock harden, and has him acting in ways that make him question his own sanity. But when the war takes an appalling turn, they are both thrown into a world of confusion that has them questioning everything they thought they knew.

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Matti pushed his hair back off his face and blew out a long slow breath. Enough—he’d had enough socialising for now. There was only so much wholesome happiness a man like him could take and he’d had his fill for the time being.

It was pretty damned awesome to see Maxim so happy he glowed as he looked at his bride-to-be. To see her looking back, eyes filled with promise for the future, filled with love and possibility. Matti just hoped—no, prayed—that they could have all they deserved. That events would turn out in the right way for them and that the future…but that was for another time. Now was for the simple love between two people. One that burned bright and would be fulfilled tomorrow at their wedding.

A wedding. It was an interesting thought at a time like this. But right now he’d had enough of small talk and playing nice. After the wedding, and its formal reception, his group would gather to celebrate in their own way. That would be more Matti’s thing, one where he could really relax.

Now he needed cool air and a glass of something very cold because it was damned hot in the banqueting suite. He stepped up to the bar and asked the bartender for water and ice, smiling when it was handed over quickly. Air, and the relief from being polite, were next on his agenda. He pushed his way between the groups of chatting people and made for the glass doors out onto the big balcony overlooking the city.

The noise stopped as soon as he closed the heavy door behind him and the respite was palpable. Space and peace, cool air on his face, they all drew him forward. Then there were the shimmering lights below. All those people living, loving, dying. They called out something to him that he couldn’t understand and wasn’t sure he was ready to hear. Or maybe it was all only in his head.

He was being daft again and there was nothing else for it but to laugh at himself. The world below didn’t need him, wasn’t asking anything of him. It didn’t even know he was there.

He rested both forearms on the ledge of the curved, stone balcony edge and looked down. Max was getting married. That was enough to make anyone smile. The amazing Isobel had finally decided it was time and they were making it formal and permanent. It kind of put everything in perspective.

“Anything interesting going on out there?” a voice asked from the darkness at his side.

“Oh.” Matti turned but couldn’t see the man’s face. “I didn’t know there was anyone out here.”

“Doesn’t matter. I just thought, as you were studying it so intently, there had to be something going on in the big wide world.”

“Nothing as far as I know. I only came out for a bit of peace and to look at the pretty lights.”

“Then I should let you have your peace.” The man took a step forward and Matti saw him properly for the first time. “I’ll go.”

“No,” Matti said, louder and with more feeling than he’d expected, intended. “I don’t want you to go.” Now that was just a plain stupid thing to say to a complete stranger. “I only… I…” He stopped, knowing how foolish he sounded, feeling his cheeks flare and the skin on his face tighten.

“Are you all right?” the man asked.

Matti took a step away as the stranger came closer, and now they were both in the light.

Tall, was Matti’s first thought. Very tall with wide shoulders and thick hair and the most startled look on his face Matti had seen outside a comic book. No, not startled. Shocked and a little dazed. “I think maybe I should be asking you if you’re okay,” he said. He wasn’t quite sure how he managed to get the words out in the right order, his mind was whizzing so fast. Tall and right-looking and something else he had no intention of thinking about.

He might not be thinking about it but his blood was pulsing under his skin—he’d swear he could feel it.

“I…” It was the man’s turn to stammer, but he didn’t take his eyes from Matti’s. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. A big truck. One that’s going very fast and landed right on my head.”

“Trucks don’t hit you on the head, they smack into you. Falling aeroplanes or meteors hit you on the head.”

“And you’d know this because?” The man smiled and Matti wasn’t sure if he was going to be sick for all the wrong reasons.

“’Cause a meteor just smacked me on the head?” Matti couldn’t look away or breathe properly. Yeah, breathing properly—deep and slow—that was a good idea. It might stop him talking stupid crap to a perfect stranger for a start. “That bitch hurt and now I feel like I have my skin on inside out.”

“I…” The man put out a hand, not quite touching Matti but looking like he wanted to. “This is…”

“Yeah, it is,” Matti agreed, knowing just what he meant.

“Is this weird?” the man asked, his face scrunching up like something was hurting but in a good way.

“Weirdest thing I’ve ever known.” There really wasn’t anywhere else Matti wanted to look, anyone else he wanted to look at. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to stop the crazy talk.

The man took a deep breath, holding it as he stared at Matti. Then he gave a curt nod, and held his hand out properly. “Jamie. I’m Jamie or my name’s Jamie or something.”

“You think your name’s Jamie?”

“No, pretty sure it’s Jamie. I’m Jamie, who are you?”

“Matti. My name’s Matti and…” He grasped Jamie’s hand and lost the ability to speak. Jamie’s hand sat so perfectly in his, it seemed to mould itself to his palm, skin flushing and fusing and tingling as their hands settled together. And when did he think such crap? He guessed it was better than saying it out loud.

He looked up, his breathing still not working right, and Jamie didn’t look much better than he felt. Jamie’s pupils had dilated to ridiculous proportions, his face was flushed and there was a sheen of sweat across his forehead. He was trying to say something but he didn’t seem to be having any more success at forming a coherent sentence than Matti.

“I…you…” Jamie said, clutching Matti’s hand tighter.

“Yeah,” Matti agreed again, nodding furiously, although he knew it made no sense.

For the longest moment they stood like that, at the edge of the balcony, palms pressed tight in what looked like a handshake that had become frozen in time, with the rest of the world forgotten. They were so still they could have been a photograph, a moment captured forever.


Who is Faith?

When Faith was clearing out her attic many years ago, she found a book she’d written as a ten-year-old. On rereading it she realised that it was the love story of two boys. Over the years her fascination with the image of beautiful young men, coiled together as they fell head over heels in love, became a passion for her.

Since that first innocent book—written in purple sparkly pen—she has written many stories, set in varied worlds, but always with two men finding their way to happiness.

Still nothing much has changed because now she can be found in a daydream, wandering around the supermarket, or sitting in a meeting at work still dreaming up stories.

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CONTEST WILL END ON 27th September, 2013 @ 11:59 PM Central Time!!

Thank you for inviting me here today!

I’m not gonna lie, when SidLove asked if I was interested in a GP on his site, I gave an automatic YES – OF COURSE – DUH!!!! But I had no idea what I was being asked to do. Once I figured it out, I got immediately nervous and now I’ve sat here for a good hour trying to come up with something to say.

Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal… I don’t want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. Someone suggested I write something relevant to my new release, Double Full. And yes, that’s very important but no, I can’t ever do anything easy! Duh! So I decided against that.

The Current Between UsI know! Instead, I reached deeper into The Current Between Us, starting almost from the beginning. It’s in my dedication. Instead of funny humor, or current events, I’m taking this to unexplainable pain – which for some reason makes perfect sense in my mind.

Five years ago I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.

That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.

Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it never happened.

Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to meet Suzette Pylant. She works for Madd in the Dallas office – Mothers Against Drunk Driving. She’s a victim’s advocate. I would have never gotten through those dark days without her unwavering support and guidance. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. For the first time in my life Madd wasn’t a political force, but a support group like none other.  I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her. Texas Pride and The Current Between Us wouldn’t have hit Number 1 on the Amazon best sellers list, Kindle’s name wouldn’t be in print and I never would have healed without her help.

Portions of the sales of all my books will be donated to MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Driving) in both Kindle and Suzette’s name. I can’t thank Suzette and her team enough for stepping into my world. It takes a special person to come stand beside someone at a time like that. I will love her forever.

I could go on and on about both of them, but I won’t.  I am so interested in what you think about this, and Double Full. The best part of writing is talking to the people like yourself who love to read. Message me at and let me know what you think!

On to business! Double Full is scheduled for release October 8, 2013. If you decide to pick it up, please let me know what you think!


Double FullUp and coming football hero, Colton Michaels, makes a Hail Mary pass one night in the college locker room that results in the hottest, sexiest five days of his young life. However, interference after the play has him hiding his past and burying his future in the bottom of a bottle. While Colt seems to have it all, looks can be deceiving, especially when you’re trapped so far in a closet that you can’t see your way out. When ten years of living his expected fast-lane lifestyle lands him engaged to his manipulative Russian supermodel girlfriend, he decides it’s time to call a new play.

Jace Montgomery single-handily built the largest all-star cheerleading gym in the world, driven by a need to forget a life-altering encounter with a handsome quarterback a decade ago. His reputation as an excellent coach, hard-nosed business man, and savvy entrepreneur earned him respect in the sometimes catty world of competitive cheerleading. When Jace learns of his ex-lover’s plans to marry, his heart executes a barrel roll and his carefully-placed resolve tumbles down without a mat to absorb the shock. Can his island escape help him to finally let go of the past and move his life forward?



Best Selling, and newly award winning (whooo hooo!) Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next! Happily married with too many children, and dogs, living in the suburbs of Dallas.






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A Dangerous Man: where having it all is the worst thing you could have …

A Dangerous ManMichael Jones, a young gay artist and part-time hooker, will do anything to stage his first exhibition. When he falls in love with rich financier Jack Hutchinson, he seems set to achieve his goal. But as Michael becomes caught between the unforgiving territory of smoky-bar Hackney and the green-garden luxury of upper class London, the consequences of his uncompromising pursuit leave him having to fight for all he holds dear, and in the only way he knows how.

What do you really want out of life? If you could actually get – I mean really get – what you dream of, how would it affect you? Would it be a blessing, or a curse?

What Michael, my hero, or perhaps anti-hero is the better description, of gay thriller A Dangerous Man (Amber Allure Press, 15 September 2013), really wants more than anything in the world is to have an exhibition of the art he creates and is obsessed by. Art, and specifically his black and white pencil drawings of the world around him and the world in his own head, is the one thing that gets him by in the life he lives somewhere at the edges of society. Because Michael is many things: a hooker; a talented artist; a man looking (though he doesn’t know it) for love; but most of all a man overwhelmed and constrained by the traumas of his past.

So when he meets Jack, a richer, older businessman with a good steady career and a happy family life, it’s an attraction of opposites, and Michael is quick to fall in love. For him, love changes everything, and it’s then that the trouble begins.

In my own life, I do always seem to be striving for something and hoping things next year will be different from this year and so on – though actually I consider myself to have a fairly happy life, all in all. But – much like everyone else, I imagine – I do wonder how my life would be if I was richer or if I wrote the next Harry Potter or had a really grand country estate where I lived in an enormous house and could have all the gorgeous flowers and topiary I secretly long for, etc etc. Dream on, eh!

But if I somehow made all these dreams come true, would I actually cope very well? My ability to manage the money I have now, for instance, is really not very good – figures often confuse me and I’m hopeless at arithmetic. Thank goodness I married an accountant then – as who knows where I’d be otherwise. Having just enough to get by suits me, when I come to think of it – I don’t have to worry about it so much.

In the same way, if a book I wrote suddenly made the bestseller list, yes of course it would be lovely. But as a writer and an introvert, social skills aren’t my strong suit, and I think having to deal with the resulting publicity and media frenzy would probably drive me insane. I don’t know how JK Rowling does it, but more power to her elbow for surviving.

And if I did magically get that dream country estate and garden? Well, cleaning it all and doing the mowing wouldn’t be on my list of favourite tasks, and I certainly wouldn’t like the thought of being responsible for all the staff I’d need – I’ve got enough responsibility as a PA to just one person at work. I wouldn’t know what to do with any more people!

So maybe, just maybe, getting what I really wanted wouldn’t be the passport to my ideal life I’ve always imagined it would be. The same can be said to be true of Michael in my story also. Getting what he wants brings him a whole new set of problems; the past he’s tried to leave behind rises up to haunt him and threatens his relationship with Jack in ways he can’t even begin to imagine. How will he respond, and in the end which of his two great loves will he choose: Jack, or art?



 Anne Brooke’s fiction has, in the very distant past, been shortlisted for the Harry Bowling Novel Award, the Royal Literary Fund Awards and the Asham Award for Women Writers. She has also twice been the winner of the DSJT Charitable Trust Open Poetry Competition but doesn’t quite know how she managed it. She is the author of eight published novels, her latest being The Executioner’s Cane, an epic fantasy novel. It is available as a free book for the foreseeable future.

In addition, her short stories are regularly published by Amber Allure Press, Wilde City Press and Untreed Reads. She has a secret passion for theatre and chocolate, preferably at the same time. More information can be found at

Specialties: Writing crime and fantasy novels, and a wide range of short stories, both erotic and literary.

Anne Brooke

Gay Reads UK



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Vorgell and Madd Tell All

I’m so excited to be here at Sid Love’s blog. Sid posted the very first review of my sword and sorcery fantasy romp, Thick as Thieves, so when the opportunity arose to contribute a guest post, I thought it would be fun to have a giveaway and also sit down with the two main characters from the book—Vorgell and Madd.

There will be giveaway details later, at the end of this post. For now, let’s start with an introduction to the book and the boys.

Blurb: After Vorgell the barbarian fucks himself with a unicorn horn, he ends up in a cell with Maddog, a pretty young thief. It’s lust at first sight for Vorgell—but honestly, he can’t help it. Unicorn horn is a potent aphrodisiac, and now he can’t stop thinking about sex. Luckily, Madd is one male witch who knows how to put Vorgell’s new magical body to good use when he tricks Vorgell into a kiss that helps them escape.

Vorgell may desire sex in general—and Madd in particular—but Madd has no intention of being screwed by a man twice his size. He has problems of his own, including an enchanted collar that causes him to desire his most hated enemy. He wants that collar off as soon as possible, but that requires stealing a basilisk egg from the castle they just escaped.

Drawn together by lust and magic, the two men join forces and soon find themselves up to their necks in witches, wizards, and trouble. Vorgell and Madd might just be perfect for each other, but first they have to survive long enough to find out.


Now that you know a little about Vorgell and Madd, it’s time to put them on the hot seat.

Where were you when the story started?

VORGELL: I had just gotten thrown into a dungeon with Madd here. It was a dank and nasty cell in one of the towers of Baron Flemgu’s castle.

MADD: I wasthe baron’s sex slave, locked away in that cell andwreaking revenge by casting yet another bodily illness spell in the baron’s general direction, when this enormous, foul-smelling oaf gets thrown in with me. He’s sprouting the world’s largest erection and looking at me like I’m going to be his next meal. My day had just gotten worse.

What did you want, when the story started?

VORGELL:Madd. No doubt about it. The moment I laid eyes on him, no other thought filled my mind but enticing my new cellmate into a bout of cocks and bottoms. My cock in his bottom, because I was hard enough to screw an army and he was the prettiest man I’d ever seen.

MADD: All I wanted was to stay out of his reach. The baron was probably going to kill me, but now it looked like this barbarian would do the job before the baron had a chance. I mean, look at him. Trust me, the man is huge in every way.I needed to get out of there!

Was there a major turning point in your life?

VORGELL: Killing that unicorn in the baron’s woods, without a doubt. Oh, to be sure, my life changed when my father died, and my sister, because those events set in motion my downfall and eviction from my tribe. I descended into a life of raiding and pillage, spending stolen gold on drink and sex, and that led me to fall into the hands of a slaver and become a fugitive. By the time I reached Gurgh, I thought only of coin. But killing the unicorn… (sighs) I did not realize the consequences or that the berries sprouted from its blood would be dangerous to eat. I ate them all, and hallucinated, and used the unicorn’s horn where no unicorn horn should ever go. Next thing I know….

MADD: Just say it. You want sex all the time.

VORGELL: All the time. I could jump Madd right now, if I thought he would allow it.

MADD:He even tries when he’s asleep. Fortunately for Vorgell, I’m something of a connoisseur of cock and hisis exceptional. Not to mention the magical gifts attached.

VORGELL:Thanks to the unicorn horn, I also have magical body fluids.

MADD: And magic is something a witchkin male like myself can put to good use. So I guess you could say meeting Vorgellwas the turning point of my life. Because all the rest of my life before meeting him was shit. And now, well….

VORGELL: I’m with him. We make a good team.

What was your childhood like?

VORGELL:I had a good start in life. I was a son favored by good parents who taught me to hunt and fight and be a warrior and a man. I played with other boys and bested them at everything.

MADD: Well, balls to you. My childhood sucked rotten eggs. My mother could barely look at me. Other children either refused to play with me or they kicked me and threw things at me until I ran away. Witchkin males are forbidden to use magic, so no one would teach me anything, not even a useful craft. I was just a reminder of something wrong they hoped would go away, and then one day I did. I ran off to the city.

VORGELL: That’s behind you now, little mage.

MADD: I’m not little! And no one’s childhood is ever completely behind them.

Which living person do you most despise?

VORGELL: A witch named Ibeena comes to mind. [Looks around.] She’s frightening.

MADD: She’s all bluster and brag. I’m not afraid of her. But at the moment she tops the list of people I’d like to see get snatched by wizards.

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

MADD:  I tend to say “For the love of the moon” a lot. It’s awitchkin thing, because my motherline has affinity to moon magic.

VORGELL: I call upon the Father of Wolves, my family’s god. Sometimes I invoke Ice Harpies.

MADD: I’ll tell you what word Vorgell overuses: fuck. We can’t turn a street corner without him saying he feels a need to fuck. Usually he’s referring to me.

VORGELL: [to interviewer] And can you blame me? It’s more than unicorn horn in the blood when the man at your side looks like Madd. Those pretty lips, dark eyes, and the slim, delicious body I know waits under those clothes—

MADD: We’ll talk about this later. But let’s make one thing clear right now: I’m not here for the world to fuck—and especially not you, because you’re too well hung and I like to still be able to walk after sex.

Do you think the author portrayed you accurately?

VORGELL: Mostly. I come off as rather too happy to lop off limbs—

MADD: You love lopping off limbs.

VORGELL: Only in battle. I would much rather best a man at games or in bed, but when faced with a sword, I answer with a sword.

MADD: Well I wish the damn author would have cut the scene where I cry about my mother. Because I don’t cry, not usually, and it seems to me I should be allowed to do some things in private. There’s no need to let other people see everything. Like sex. Private.

VORGELL: If she cut out all the sex, lots of what happens wouldn’t make sense. Like the magic.

MADD: It’s magic. No one expects it to make sense.

VORGELL: I don’t think that’s true. I like when you or Tagard explain the way magic works, like how witchkin magic is different from wizard magic. My first thought was all magic was the same, dark curses and wicked chants designed to cause harm.

MADD: That’s because magic gets abused a lot. Witch women are good at blessings, though, and sympathetic spells. Witchkin magic will always have a direct bond to life. Wizard magic, though, is nasty stuff because it destroys life and uses that power to summon and bind netherworld spirits. No good can come of that.

VORGELL: There you go, little mage! That’s what I mean!

What is your favorite item of clothing? Why?

VORGELL: Well, Madd had this collar—

MADD: No. We’re not talking about that.

What is the quality you most like in a man?

MADD: Is that a trick question? What I like most in a man depends on what I need him for.

VORGELL:Madd here is cynical. He doesn’t want people to know what he likes. I’ll tell you right off what I like: a man who can look fear in the eye and kick misfortune in the balls. That’s the man I want beside me.

MADD: Really? You want a man who is staring down something scary and burdened with misfortune? How about a man who has fortune on his side and vault filled with gold? That’s what I like in a man. I can borrow his fortune and make off with the gold.

VORGELL: He has a point.

When and where were you the happiest?

MADD:It was at Stormfell when Vorgell got rid of that collar!

VORGELL:And I will say straight out the happiest I have ever been was the night in Thieves Wart when Madd showed me the joys of a hard cock in the ass.

MADD: For the love of the moon! [rolls eyes]

VORGELL: Large men, such as myself, enjoy such things at least as much as other men.

What is your most treasured possession?

MADD: My life.

VORGELL: That’s a good answer. But I see life as a gift bestowed by the gods. For a possession, I would say a certain amulet, one that contains a sliver of unicorn horn that will make any man as horny as I am, if only for a night. I have visions of using that bit of horn one day. [eyesMadd]

MADD: Will you just stop with that?

Name five items you might find in your pockets?

VORGELL: I like to have full pockets. Coins, to start. Can’t have too many of those. A flint kit. Some cheese and an eating knife. A needle and bit of thread. Dice.

MADD: And a basilisk. Don’t forget to mention that.

VORGELL: Petal’s outgrown my pockets. But she still seeks them out from time to time!

Can we expect another adventure from you two (and Petal)?

MADD: Our crazy author has us in the middle of stealing some potentate’s ice harpy. And Ibeena finally decided to torture us and is calling in her debt.

VORGELL: In a word: Yes.

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About the Author

Tali Spencer fell in love with writing at an early age and never stopped. Thanks to a restless father, she grew up as a bit of a nomad and still loves to travel whenever she can. Her longest stint in one place was Milwaukee where she went to college and enjoyed a series of interesting careers including respiratory therapist, airport executive, and raised three surprisingly well-adjusted sons. She later married her true love and put down new roots in Philadelphia, where she lives in an ongoing Italian American family sitcom. At least she’s learned how make good pasta. When not writing, Tali reads everything from sweet goofy romances to Lebanese cookbooks, manages her fantasy football team—go Gekkos!—and takes long walks with her loving, if slightly neurotic, poodle.

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I’m not superstitious, but I count magpies.

Most British people do. It’s just a thing. If you nudge a Brit and indicate a lone magpie, you can bet money you’ll get the response, ‘One for sorrow.’ Everyone knows a magpie rhyme (and there are a lot of them).

One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy… 

So, I count magpies. Just a habit. It’s not a superstition. If I was superstitious, each time I saw a lone magpie, I’d have to say, “Good morning Mr. Magpie, and how are your wife and children?” in the hope of warding off bad luck. If I was superstitious, I’d panic when a magpie landed on my roof, because “when pies chatter upon a house, it is a sign of right evil tidings”.

But I’m not superstitious. And it would be ridiculous to believe magpies are unlucky. Although they eat carrion, of course, which associates them with death. And there’s the old story is that they were the only bird that refused to go in the boat with Noah, preferring to sit on the roof of the Ark “jabbering over the drowning world”. And then there’s the colour. In much of Europe black birds are unlucky, white are lucky. Magpies are both. Lucky and unlucky, sorrow and joy. No wonder we can’t quite feel comfortable with them. No wonder we have to count them.

Five for rich, six for poor, seven for a bitch, eight for a whore… 

In The Magpie Lord, China trader Lucien Vaudrey unexpectedly inherits the title of Lord Crane and a huge fortune. He also inherits a bloodline full of magic, and a peculiar obsession with magpies that has led his family to fill their decaying stately home with pictures and carvings and tapestries of magpies. The new Lord Crane hasn’t done that. He wears his magpies as tattoos instead. Seven of them. Which is one of the many things about Crane that attracts the reluctant attention of magician Stephen Day.

Seven for a witch, I can tell you no more. 

As it happens, magpies don’t have the same significance in China as in England. In China they’re a symbol of good luck and happiness. I didn’t know that when I started writing The Magpie Lord. Crane would have known, after twenty years as a smuggler and trader in China. And it fits the story well, because while Crane’s malign English inheritance seems likely to get him killed, it’s possible that the magpies – together with Stephen’s powers – will be the only things that can save him.

Nine for a funeral, ten for a dance, eleven for England, twelve for France.

Thanks to Sid Love for hosting me, and don’t forget to greet the next magpie you see. After all, you never know…



The Magpie Lord (A Charm of Magpies, #1)PUBLISHER: Samhain Publishing

LENGTH: 200 pages

BLURB: Exiled to China for twenty years, Lucien Vaudrey never planned to return to England. But with the mysterious deaths of his father and brother, it seems the new Lord Crane has inherited an earldom. He’s also inherited his family’s enemies. He needs magical assistance, fast. He doesn’t expect it to turn up angry.

Magician Stephen Day has good reason to hate Crane’s family. Unfortunately, it’s his job to deal with supernatural threats. Besides, the earl is unlike any aristocrat he’s ever met, with the tattoos, the attitude…and the way Crane seems determined to get him into bed. That’s definitely unusual.

Soon Stephen is falling hard for the worst possible man, at the worst possible time. But Crane’s dangerous appeal isn’t the only thing rendering Stephen powerless. Evil pervades the house, a web of plots is closing round Crane, and if Stephen can’t find a way through it—they’re both going to die.

The Magpie Lord is out now from Samhain (see Elizabetta’s review here,  



I’m a writer of romance, mostly m/m, often historical or fantasy or both. I also have a contemporary thriller coming out soon. I like to mix it up.

I’m a commissioning editor in my daily life and I blog about writing and editing at

I live in London, UK, with two kids, a tolerant husband and an even more tolerant cat.

KJ Charles blogs at, tweets @kj_charles, and would love to say hello on Facebook or Goodreads. 

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“So what do you think about writing a book with me?”

Yeah, a simple enough question. That’s how it started, one evening back in early 2013. I was Skyping with Will Parkinson, who had fast become one of my closest friends on Facebook. We’d been chatting via FB since early November, just before the release of my first book–and then talking literally via Skype. (We even Skyped on Christmas Day while I was preparing the dinner for the oven. Yeah, not a good idea when one of you is a vegan. To quote Will – “Poor, poor turkey.”)

Will had been reading my first BDSM novel, An Unlocked Heart, as it was written, and it’s safe to say he’d fallen in love with Alex and Leo. And I’d been reading Pitch, Will’s first YA novel–and telling him to submit it to Harmony Ink. Wow – it seems like yesterday….

But I digress.

I’d casually mentioned to Will that if he ever wanted to collaborate on a book, I’d be okay with that. I got a quick No. Fair enough, I thought–it’s not everyone’s idea of fun.

But a week later, in the midst of a Skype conversation, Will askedTHE question.

“So what do you think about writing a book with me?”

Wow. Really? Hang on a minute… didn’t someone looking remarkably like me suggest this very thing really recently???

“I’ve had this idea…A young American man, Scott, leaves the US to fly to the UK to meet Jeff, a guy he’d met on the Internet… A tale where US meets UK–OOH! Now there’s an idea! Oh K.C!”

And of course I agreed in a heartbeat.

So there are over four thousand miles–and a six hour time difference–between us. I’d mentioned co-authoring with another author, who was doing the same thing, and not enjoying the experience. His response?

“NOOOOOOOO! Don’t do it!”

Yeah, I didn’t listen–thank goodness.

So we started planning. Will had recently helped me plan out the plot of my next BDSM novel, Trusting Thomas, and that had worked out really well. Skype was the obvious solution, but the timing would make interesting reading.

Will works nights in a hotel and usually got home about 11pm, stayed awake till 5am and then slept until it was time to get up for work again. I’m an early bird and tend to wake up about 5.30 – 6.00am. We’d often Skype then–him on his computer, me on my mobile phone. It wasn’t ideal for writing–especially as I was usually still in bed when he Skyped. But then in March Will had some time off and we got into a routine. I was teaching at the time and when school was done for the day I would Skype Will and we’d plan every day for a couple of hours. I was typing all our notes into our Dropbox folder. Now, it wasn’t the way we usually wrote–I didn’t make such detailed notes for my own books and Will definitely didn’t–but it worked for us. Once the whole book had been planned out like this, we started writing. We’d use the plan to see what was happening next, and highlight it once a part had been written. That way, we could see at a glance what was coming next.

Will, however, did something that really pushed the novel along in its latter stages. Whenever a scene occurred to him, he’d write it down and save it in the folder. By the time we were writing the novel, the folder contained over 9,000 words.

My life got…interesting around this point, and suddenly I had a lot of time on my hands. I finished Trusting Thomas, wrote Making it Personal, finished the first of the Island Tales, Waiting for a Prince–and at last I could commit lots of time to our project.By now we’d written about 32K words andI became a writing machine. All of a sudden I was free to write. I couldn’t believe how fast the book grew. And the reason for this?Will’s pre-written scenes. They slotted into place, and within the space of a couple of weeks we’d reached the end–and 82K words.

So toward the end of June, we were there. Finished. We sent it to three betas and the response we got from them was really encouraging. At last we were ready to submit our baby, Someone to Keep Me.

And the rest, as they say, is history. Dreamspinner Press gave us a contract and it will be released in January 2014. You should have seen the FB messages flying around the day I got the email from Elizabeth North. And what made it all the sweeter was that a week later, I was able to greet my co-author in person for the first time. Yeah, that was a good day.

And what does the future hold for Will Parkinson / Parker Williams and K.C.Wells?

Will doesn’t do things by halves. We had the idea for the next book, and shortly after that, Will came up with the idea for the third. Yeah, watch this space…

And only yesterday, Will messaged me with another book idea–and THAT one has me really excited.

Becky Condit has loved watching our collaboration. She sees virtually all of our conversations on Facebook, because she is a brilliant sounding board and we love sharing our ideas with her. And she loves being able to watch our writing evolve. She is our greatest supporter. :waves hi to Becky:

It’s been a wonderful experience, writing with Will. And the best part? It’s not over yet….



Reviewed by Danielle

September's Tide (Island Tales #2)SERIES: Island Tales #2
146 pages
David Hannon hasn’t written a word of his latest detective thriller since he threw out his lover Clark five months ago after he caught Clark cheating on him. So when his agent informs him that he’s about to leave New York to take a little trip to an island off the south coast of England, David is torn. It could be just what he needs—or the vacation from hell. Once he arrives there, David quickly falls in love with the beautiful, tranquil Steephill Cove. The quiet little bay has everything David needs, including the opportunity to get laid regularly, in the gorgeous shape of Taylor Monroe, who runs a water sports equipment hire business. David’s a happy man. He always writes better when there is a plentiful supply of good sex.

When Taylor first meets the Lighthouse’s newest occupant, he can almost hear the click. David is just what Taylor needs—an older, sexy guy who is willing to share his bed, no strings, no promises. At least, that was the plan. As the two men spend more time together, Taylor finds himself growing to like the confident writer more and more. Taylor’s family like him. Taylor’s friends like him. And then there comes the moment when Taylor realizes that maybe it’s no longer a matter of liking David, but something a whole lot stronger.

Unfortunately, his epiphany occurs a little too late, when a visitor to the bay forces Taylor to accept that David might be spoken for. In any case, David is leaving at the end of September—and it looks like he’ll be taking Taylor’s heart with him…


There are times when you enjoy reading a story but then you have to review it, and on occasion I find that hard to do. This is one of those occasions.

I won’t deny I’m a fan of the writing of K.c Wells. I think she is refreshing and sexy (if you get what I mean by that), and always captivating. I personally always look forward to reading a new release of hers. Having reviewed a few books of hers before and after reading all of them, I am trying to keep my opinions clear and objective .

I cannot deny I liked the story, but why did I like it? It’s easy reading with no major drama and great characters, but I didn’t expect any less.

You get introduced to David, a popular writer who suffers from writer’s block and a broken heart. He is forced by his PA to travel to the isle of Where, to stay in the lighthouse she rented for him for a month. How could he have known his life would be changed by that decision?

As a reader you know that and you can sense more things in this story, but it doesn’t distract or bore at any level.

Then we meet Taylor, the sexy younger island hottie who loves to swim. The instant attraction is there from the minute they meet. You can feel it in the way the author writes their coming together over the whole story. Right up to the perfectly sweet epilogue.

A special note I need to make about Taylor’s friends. What a supportive crowd and an awesome bunch of guys! And let’s not forget Taylor’s family who take David in and give him the family he surely desired by being warm and welcome.

This story is number two in the Island Tale series but is a standalone and I kind of think that is a shame. I would have loved to have snippets of the main characters from the first one (Mark and Sam) but I also have to admit that it’s possible that is just my own preference 🙂

Overall I still am wondering what I liked, and again I liked it a lot. So much that I didn’t want to put it down and that I read it in one go. Perhaps what’s said above gives the right impression though. I am very curious to see the new part and if I’m honest, I hope we will get snippets of the main characters from this book and the first book as well in the new part 🙂

Danielle’s Rating: four-stars_0




Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C.Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.

K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings – writing about men in love was even hotter…

The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please.

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Andrew Q. Gordon is not just an author I respect, but someone whom I consider as a very good friend. He is an amazing person who never hesitates to help out or guide someone when asked. A talented brain – that can come up with such innovative storylines that it would leave you amazed. He is the author of (Un)masked, The Last Grand Master and his newly released Purpose, who has brought through his works a new dimension to M/M fantasy books.

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IMG_1755Andrew, I heartily welcome you to The Blog of Sid Love. Let me tell you, I was hoping you’d bring along your little one to this interview but I guess you were scared that she would steal the limelight from you heh.

That’s true, Sid. People look at her and they forget I’m here. But she’s napping after running her poor Papa [me] ragged all day.
So Purpose came out a few months back. I remember you were pretty excited about it prior to its release. How has the response been overall? Does it satisfy you?
First the negative. Sales weren’t what I had hoped. Given how different it is, I was hoping for something of a break out with it, but it didn’t happen.  On the other hand, the response from those who did read it has been very positive. Some of the reviews and comments have blown me away. Purpose even earned me author of the Month for July on another review site. So, it’s hard to not be happy with the results.
There has been a consensus among the ones who have already read Purpose that this book is different – and I mean good different; the out-of-the-box concept has left a good impression on them. How does that make you feel?
It’s always a bit unnerving when you break away from the pack and take a different path. When I wrote Purpose, I knew it wasn’t going to follow the usual tropes.  I didn’t want to write about vampires, or shifters – which seem to be incredibly popular – so I tried to create something new. That people have liked it has been rather gratifying.
How did you develop the characters of Will and Ryan, especially Will/Gar, who is the one hosting the Spirit of Vengeance?
Like most characters, they evolved as I wrote them. Originally Will was going to be more of a Hero/Secret Identity kinda character – one who had a normal day life, but morphed into Gar when needed. As the idea for the story advanced, it made more sense to write it how I did; with Gar being the dominate persona and Will being permanently shunted to the background.  Ryan was harder to write because he started out nothing like how he ended up. My first thought was for the story to open with Ryan being one of a long line of side kicks, the others either dying or leaving. Once I abandoned that, it required a complete rewrite to fit the ‘new’ Will/Gar.
Tell us more about a Spirit of Vengeance.
Ah well, that would be telling a lot. I can’t go into too much detail or else I’d give away a lot of the plot.  When the story opens, we know that Will has been possessed by an entity that he dubs the Spirit of Vengeance because it requires him to avenge the innocent who have been murdered. It allows Will to know who was killed, how, where and who did it.  Basically the souls of the innocent won’t rest until he avenges their death. In exchange for being the hand of vengeance so to speak, the Spirit gives the host – Will in this case – enhanced abilities – both physical and mental – to carry out the tasks.  It also creates havoc on the host’s personal life, not to mention creates a few moral dilemmas.
Did it ever concern you that Purpose was more focused on the Fantasy genre than the typical M/M Romance?
Not when I was writing it. LOL I don’t think when I wrote this I meant it to be a MM Romance as much as LGBT Fiction.  The difficulty is most publishers of LGBT Fiction are romance publishers. So while there is an element of romance, enough to be included in the genre, it is not a romance per se. Had I really thought it through better, I might have worked a bit more on the romance elements to make them work a bit better for those readers whose main interest is MM Romance, not just LGBT Fiction.
(Un)Masked(Un)Masked, The Last Grand Master and now Purpose – all your books till date have been Fantasy genred. Is this genre what you prefer to write in?
I don’t see either (Un)Masked or Purpose as fantasy. Paranormal, supernatural, maybe a bit of sci-fi, but fantasy to me is more magic and wizards and swords etc.  That said, no, fantasy, supernatural, paranormal, isn’t really the genre of choice for me.  My first three stories, Second Shot, Bettor To Lose, and The Trial of Jordan Colmar, which were posted for free on the Gay Authors website, were contemporary romance – well the trial novella tied up some issues from Second Shot, but there wasn’t a whiff of fantasy, paranormal or supernatural in the bunch.  So I like to experiment with different genre’s.  After Book 2 of Champions, my next book will be a contemporary romance.
It is sad, but a true fact that there isn’t enough reader base to follow this genre. What do you think is the real issue with that?
Honestly, I think there is the readership for M/M [well LGBT really] Fantasy, it’s just a matter of reaching them. But most publishers of M/M fiction are romance focused with readers who are focused mostly on romance. Some readers enjoy MM romance across all genres, but clearly there are fewer who like fantasy and especially high fantasy.  The other issue is for romance readers, the thrill of the MC pairing getting together is what drives the enjoyment of the story. Once the MC are together, the rest of the plot isn’t as interesting. With most fantasy novels being series, the thrill of getting together is usually long gone by the second book and beyond.  The multi-book nature of fantasy is not only accepted with fantasy readers, it’s expected. So there is a reader base, the trick is finding it.
So what, according to you, should a Fantasy author do?
I think M/M & LGBT Fantasy Authors need to think outside the norm. The readers are there, it’s a matter of letting them know about the books. I think what needs to happen – and I’ve been toying with trying to set this up – is for authors to band together to create a LGBT Fantasy website that readers can visit – that they want to visit – to learn about the new titles coming out.  I’ve yet to work out the particulars of what exactly this would be, but I have some ideas.  The first difficult task will be finding other authors to work with me to create the site and provide enough content that readers will want to visit.
The Last Grand Master (Champion of the Gods, #1)What comes next from Andrew Q. Gordon then?
I’m working to finish the sequel to TLGM – more on this in the next answer. I’ve also started work on a contemporary novel about a gay single dad who is trying to raise his son, go to college and still be able to date.  It’s started but it has a ways to go.
You have been a lot secretive about this sequel for TLGM. Why don’t you share with us what’s in store for Ferrell and Miceral in the second book?
Oh, Book 2 of Champions has been a devil for me.  The original draft was about five times the length of TLGM – yes 5 times as long.  With edits it might have been about 3 times as long, but that was about 3 times too long for publishers to be interested.  So I’ve had to rewrite almost all of it and that has been a tough slog for me, because I’m trying to keep it consistent with the rest of the story. Otherwise I’d have to rewrite the remaining books and that isn’t the story I want to write.  The basic gist of what happens next is Farrell and Miceral set off in search of Kel – Farrell’s distance ancestor. It will follow my original idea of visiting all the different continents of Nendor.  This will take them from Ardus to Dumbarten.
Do you have a title for it then? 
Yes. I actually have titles for the rest of the series, at least tentative ones.  Book Two is going to be called The Eye and The Arm. It will all make sense by the end of the book.
Which are the authors who have inspired your hobby to write?
Most important would have to be Helen Chappell.  She was my writing teacher, but she is now my friend. She has encouraged me for 10 years to keep at this so I owe her a great big thank you.  I also admire Anyta Sunday. She pushed me to try to be published.  I see how much she does and am in awe. I keep trying to be more like her.
Is there something new you are reading currently?
I just finished Lily Velden’s; Same Page. I want to read Book 2, The Race Is On, but I also have two other books on my list – Thick As Thieves; by Tali Spencer and Loving Aidan, by Ashavan Doyon. So I have to choose which one I’ll be reading next.
Do you write everyday? What is it that you do when you aren’t feeling too inspired to write?
I try to write every day, but I’d say on average it’s about every other day right now.  To be honest, I’m never without inspiration. It’s usually a lack of time that stops me.  With a toddler, work and getting married in 3 weeks, I’ve got my hands full some times.
Tell us about the happiest moment of your life.
That’s the easy question yet. The day ‘lil q was born. I was in the delivery room when she was born and I got to be the first person to hold her. I was super tired, but it was a day like no other.
Let’s play a quick round of this or that with you. I bet you know this goes on, so let’s begin, okay
a) Movies or Books? 
Books – movies are over way too fast and they’re usually based on books anyway
b) Romance or Fantasy?
LOL – Fantasy – nuff said
c) Night Owl or Early Riser?
Early Riser – wayyyyy took early.
d) Boring Law or Awesome Fiction 😛
Boring law! Oops. Sorry, I lost my mind for a moment – Awesome fiction – of course!
e) Boxers or Briefs (bahaha!)
Hahaha – neither – I wear Trunks/Boxer Briefs. 😛
f) Spring or Fall
That’s tough cause they’re so similar, but fall.
And before I conclude, I want you to list ten attributes that would truly describe you – Good or bad, we don’t really care!
10!?!?!? Are you mad?!? Fine – in no particular order
1)   Likes to cook.
2)   Prone to be lazy if you let me.
3)   Short tempered in the face of stupidity
4)   Vivid imagination
5)   Family man
6)   More silly than serious – even at work if I’m not careful
7)   Generous
8)   Hopeless Romantic
9)   Caffeine Addict
10) Sports Junky
Do you have any advice for all the aspiring authors?
Develop an on-line presence and develop a fan base before you start to publish books for sale. There are so many books published every week that building a fan base is essential to getting your work in the hands of readers. Practice your craft as much as you can, be open to criticism – even negative comments have a kernel of truth in them and never think you know it all.  That about covers it.
What would you say to your fans who have been reading and loving your work?
Sorry for the long drought. Live has gotten in the way a bit.  After I get married on Sept 27th, I hope to throw myself into writing a bit more and have at least two, hopefully three new works out next year and in the years to follow.
Thank you for being here. I really enjoyed to have a chat with you.
Thank you, Sid. I’ve enjoyed our friendship quite a lot and hope to continue it for years to come.

The Beginning of Purpose

Even though David never appears in the book – he died forty years before the book begins – he is an essential part of the book.  David was Will’s first love who was killed right about the time the Purpose chose Will as Its host.

Losing the man he loves shapes Will – as it would any of us I suppose – but not as much as being host to a spirit of vengeance.  In Goodbye, I show a bit of the back-story of Will’s feelings for David. It takes place on the one-year anniversary of David’s death.

The other purpose, if you will, is to show the beginning of the ‘death’ of Will. Turning into the hand of vengeance, one that is required to kill the guilty was at odds with Will’s personality.  After the desire for revenge against David’s killers wore off, Will had to confront who…what…he’d become.  We learn in the book [and since it’s in the blurb I’m not giving away anything] that Will hides behind a made up persona to shield himself from what he’s doing. Purpose is about many things, but one of them is Will trying to reclaim his humanity and in the process, his life.


Forty years ago the Spirit of Vengeance—a Purpose—took William Morgan as its host, demanding he avenge the innocent by killing the guilty. Since then, Will has retreated behind Gar, a façade he uses to avoid dealing with what he’s become. Cold, impassive, and devoid of emotion, Gar goes about his life alone—until his tidy, orderly world is upended when he meets Ryan, a broken young man cast out by his family. Spurred to action for reasons he can’t understand, Gar saves Ryan from death and finds himself confronted by his humanity.

Spending time with Ryan helps Will claw out from under Gar’s shadow. He recognizes Ryan is the key to his reclaiming his humanity and facing his past. As Will struggles to control the Purpose, Ryan challenges him to rethink everything he knew about himself and the spirit that possesses him. In the process, he pushes Will to do something he hasn’t done in decades: care.

Buy link: Purpose from Dreamspinner Press


Tears dripped off Will’s chin, he didn’t even try to stop them.  One year, one long, lonely miserable year and all he had left were the tears.  David, his David, the one with the beautiful eyes and ever-present smile, lay beneath his feet, resting forever. 

Will ignored the damp, wet dirt soaking the knees of his jeans.  What did it matter?  There were days he wished he died that night, so they weren’t apart. 

“I know it’s been a year, David, but it still hurts, hurts so bad I scream some nights.  If you wonder why I don’t come more often, I can’t.  My heart hurts so much I want to tear it out just to stop the pain.” 

Squeezing his eyes tight didn’t stop the tears; nothing would.  Unbidden, memories of David flashed into focus.   Another thing he couldn’t stop.  Not now, not here, not today.  They consumed him.

“Something happened to me after you died, something I don’t understand.  You would’ve figured it out.  Fixing screwed-up heads was your field, not mine.”

That used to be their private joke.  Once it made him laugh, now he only cried harder.  “I heard when you called to me, asking for justice, and I felt you when you finally felt at peace.  Pretty screwed up, isn’t it?”

There was more, a lot more, but it wasn’t why he came today.  Digging into his coat pocket, he pulled out the gold ring.  He turned it over examining it from all angles.  It was his last link to David, but keeping it was worse.

“There’s so much I want to say, things I wanted us to do together that we can’t.  I hate, David, hate like I never did before.   I hate that you’re gone, hate those who did this to you, hate this fucking ring, and hate myself for buying it for you.”

Giving David the ring for Christmas was supposed to be a sign they’d be together forever.  Not a wedding band, gays would never be allowed to marry, but it was something Will knew David would like; and he did.

“Seeing your face light up when you saw this, how could I know it would hurt us both so much?”  Suppressing the urge to throw the ring as far as he could, he put it on the head stone, staring at it for a time. 

The small boxwood near his knee reminded him what he came to do.  Pressing his fingers into the moist earth, he slowly pulled the dirt away, mounding it on either side.  Satisfied it was deep enough, he retrieved the ring.

Even in his dirt-covered hands, it sparkled.  So like David.  Reading the inscription, ‘Always’ he shook his head.  He meant it to mean they’d always be together, not they’d always be apart.  As much as he hated it, now that it was time to leave the ring, he wondered if he should. 

“David, I know you’d want me to have this, but I’m not the Will you fell in love with anymore.  There’s this thing in me that makes me find people’s killers and I do it.  I can’t help it.  It’s how I found your killers.”

Even now It called to him, demanding he do what it wanted.  Soon he’d go, but nothing would make him miss today.  Finding a clean part of the back of his hand, he wiped away the tears.  His head jerked slightly, and he found it hard to swallow.  Keep going.  Tell him.

“Anyway, I can’t keep this anymore.  It feels wrong, because I know you’d never approve of what I’ve become.”

Breathing became difficult between the sobs.  He killed David and ruined his own life in the process.  Twice he tried to stop crying, but each time he saw David’s name engraved on the headstone, he broke down again.  Ignoring the dirt, he tried to clear his eyes.

“I just want you back.”  His words came out a scream, disturbing the crowd of after-church visitors.  Like everything else, today he didn’t care. 

Numb, he turned his hand over and released the ring.  It rolled to the bottom of the hole, and seemed to wink at him as a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds.  The next instant the light was gone.  He waited, staring at the ring, hoping David might speak through it again, but knew it wouldn’t happen. That glittering moment had been David saying, hello and goodbye; his final goodbye. 

It took several deep breaths to steady him.  He ran his hand along the root ball, helping the roots break free.  David always talked about having a house with a boxwood garden.  Now he’d have one watching over him.

Tamping the dirt firm around the plant, he sat back staring at the small boxwood and the marker.  Maybe one of them would find peace now. 

The pull to act tugged like an insistent child.  Clenching his teeth and grinding them, he growled, “Not yet!” 

People stared.  Couldn’t they leave him alone?  Maybe grieve for their own lost loved ones? 

Running his hand over the smooth white marble, he flicked at the dirt he’d smudged over it.  Why bother?  No one came to see it but him.  David’s family wouldn’t even buy a headstone to mark where their only son rested. 

“I didn’t leave them out, David.  They didn’t deserve it, but I listed them.”

The stone was so cold, but he traced every line over and over.  When he felt the first drop of rain, he dropped his hand to his side.  A wave of umbrellas preceded the exodus of ‘mourners’ until only he was left.  A daft fool, sitting in the rain beside the boy who wasn’t coming back.

The rain hardened when he stood up.  His tears mixed with the drops, leaving rivulets running down his face.  Bending slowly, he kissed the top of the stone.  “I love you, David.”

The pull intensified, and he checked his watch.  Over a day since he first felt it.  Too bad.  David wouldn’t have understood if he missed today.

Soaked, he adjusted the shirt plastered to his body and pushed his hair back.  Time to go.  Maybe this time he’d die.  The plot next to David was bought and ready for his use.  Soon.  He couldn’t take much more of this.

Will turned for a last look. 

David Anthony Bruno

April 7, 1945 – September 12, 1970

Son, Brother, Best Friend

We’ll miss you forever.




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Purpose: By Andrew Q.Gordon

About the Author:

Andrew Q. Gordon wrote his first story back when yellow legal pads, ball point pens were common and a Smith Corona correctable typewriter was considered high tech. Adapting with technology, he now takes his MacBook somewhere quiet when he wants to write.

He currently lives in the Washington, D.C. area with his partner of eighteen years, their young daughter and dog.  In addition to dodging some very self-important D.C. ‘insiders’, Andrew uses his commute to catch up on his reading. When not working or writing, he enjoys soccer, high fantasy, baseball and seeing how much coffee he can drink in a day and not get the shakes.

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Twitter: @andrewqgordon




Reviewed by Jennifer B.

Catch a Ghost (Hell or High Water, #1)TITLE: Catch a Ghost
SERIES: Hell or High Water #1
AUTHOR: S. E. Jakes
PUBLISHER: Riptide Publishing
LENGTH: 300 pages
BLURB: Everyone knows that Prophet—former Navy SEAL, former CIA spook, full-time pain in the ass—works alone and thinks only about the trouble he can cause. But his boss, Phil Butler of Extreme Escapes, LTD., has just assigned Proph not only a new partner but also a case haunted by ghosts from Proph’s past. Suddenly, he’s got to confront them both head on.

Tom Boudreaux—failed FBI agent, failed sheriff, full time believer in bad luck—is wondering why the head of a private contracting firm has hunted him down to offer him a job.  Still he’s determined to succeed this time, despite being partnered with Prophet, EE, LTD’s most successful, lethal, and annoying operative, and even though the case is also resurrecting his own painful past.

Together, Prophet and Tom must find a way to take down killers in the dangerous world of underground cage matches, while fighting their own dangerous attraction. And when they find themselves caught in the crossfire, these two loners are forced to trust each other and work together to escape their ghosts . . . or pay the price.


I will start by saying that I have loved Prophet from his very first appearance in the Men of Honor series.  He was mysterious but could always be counted on to get the job done and provide whatever support was necessary.  We never actually got very much detail about him; just enough to give a slow build up to this story.  Needless to say, I’ve been looking forward to it for a long time.

This book could easily be read as a stand-alone and start to a hot new series.  However, I am a fan of the slow burn, and even though I have zero patience for waiting.  That’s exactly how it felt up to this point.  I’m glad I had the background of the Men of Honor series behind me before reading this.  That’s also why I didn’t feel lost or confused when this story began with a mysterious video.

When we see Prophet this time, he is on forced recovery with two broken wrists.  He is also suffering from a degenerative something or other with his eyes that can only negatively affect his current career in a matter of time.  In addition, he is being forced to take on a new partner, as well as his continual grooming to take over as head of EE, Ltd. (Extreme Escapes).

Prophet has many issues, not the least of which was his time as a POW.  This man can handle torture like nobody’s business, although his body seems to be taking a more permanent dislike to the treatment.  He is a bit unstable because of that, coupled with the other duties he has had to carry out over the years, which is, of course, why I love him so.  He works best alone, has resigned himself to the fact he will always be alone, personally and professionally, and makes no excuses.  He is also haunted by dreams and the ghost of his good friend/lover.

Tom has a few issues of his own.  He’s a bit of a hot mess with his temper issues and the bad mojo that has followed his hot, tattooed, pierced self from his previous jobs.  The current job appears to be a last chance for him, and though the deck seems to be stacked against him from the start, there always seems to be a bigger plan in effect.

Prophet and Tom – talk about hot stuff.  Both fighters, strong and dominant, yet both damaged and vulnerable.  As they investigate their first case, they spend as much time trying to figure each other out.  They fight, joke, take care of one another and tear up the sheets, all while keeping secrets from each other.

The story starts out with the anonymously sent video, but as the story progresses, it becomes about the current investigation, one that is a bit personal for Prophet.  Things come full circle though, and eventually ties all together in one way or another.  As things unfold, Tom and Prophet continue to jockey around having some kind of relationship.  Prophet never makes things easy though, and Tom quickly realizes he is also competing with a ghost.

There is a lot of action in this story, and I was on the edge of my seat through most of it.  While some may disagree, I loved that there was no HEA yet for Prophet or Tom.  Even though I was cursing the Kindle, I was happy there wasn’t even a HFN.  Prophet still has so many issues, and Tom has a few as well.  I never expected things to be easy for them and believe it will be all the more better for it in the end when it does happen, so I’m very thankful the author has taken this route.  The characters are written with so much room for growth, even though they seem to have come such a long way already.

There is a bit of a love triangle here.  While there isn’t any cheating, per se (they aren’t actually in a committed relationship after all), there is other flirting between Prophet and Cillian.  Speaking of the super sexy and mysterious downstairs spook neighbor, Cillian, he and Prophet text and IM, and even flirt quite a bit, but have never actually met until later on in the story.  There seems there could be a whole other story for Cillian, and I’m keeping my fingers crossed (and will gladly beg) that we get it.

A lot of choices are made at the end of this book, leaving me on the edge, dangling with questions and begging for more.  The next book cannot come out fast enough for me, and I’m glad it won’t be too long a wait.  I believe this was the best story yet in this series (I’m including Men of Honor) and certainly am not ready to see the last of any of these characters.

Jennifer’s Rating: star_review

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