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Hello people,

The Blog of Sid Love is celebrating and not for just one reason. For the ones who don’t know, TBSL completed its 7 months yesterday and this has been a memorable journey for me as well as my reviewers. The authors, my followers and readers have been amazing in participating in our events and following our reviews. Your words of appreciation always encourages us to do better.

So on this special occasion, we have a big event planned for you all. Also, we are going reveal something quite amazing to you (Well, it amazes me at least 😛 ) and we hope you like whatever it is and support us.

Event Details:

We have a new FB page, which you can find here:

Author Cardeno C. will be taking over this page TODAY between ONE PM TO TWO PM Pacific Time and you can chat with the author while the author will reveal some facts about his upcoming book “More Than Everything”. There will be a contest whereby you will get a chance to win a free ebook copy of any ONE of Cardeno’s books. So be there and participate!

We ALSO have a new twitter page, the link to which is:

Rhys Ford will take over this twitter feed and chat with you between the same time as Cardeno will be on FB. She will run a similar contest over there and will tell you about her new book “Fish and Ghosts”.

Like and Follow the two accounts so that you will be entered into both the contests. At the end of the chats, both the authors will choose a winner and also make an announcement for us! So be there on time.. they will let you know about how you can also win a goodie pack that comes from The Blog of Sid Love 😀

More details on that coming soon!

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Halloween is just around the corner, so The Blog of Sid Love & Dreamspinner Press have joined hands to give you a special reason to celebrate! An event whereby we will feature four newest releases from DSP in form of guest posts, author interviews and giveaway contests! And that is not all – there will be an amazing contest at the end of this month. On 31st October, a lucky winner will be drawn from these four contests to win a goodie pack that will consist of the four books up for grab over the month! So don’t just sit there, hurry up and participate. To increase your chance of winning, leave a comment on all Halloween Special posts as well as the giveaway contests of any DSP authors that feature this month.

We kick off this event, starting with one of the most popular DSP authors – Amy Lane. Her third book in the Johnnies series released just recently and she has happily agreed to giveaway an ebook copy of Ethan in Gold. Check out as she stops by to share what’s so worth it in relationships …

Worth It 

Amy Lane

One of the tough things to do as you’re finding your way along a particular couple’s path is to figure out what a real happy ending would be.  No happy ending is too perfect—even the real ones.  The key to a real happy ending, or one that feels authentic, is the idea that if stuff comes up, these two people will figure out how to handle it.

I was pissed at my husband today—seriously, flamingly pissed.  Talking to myself pissed.  Talking to myself in the bathroom pissed.

So there I was, taking my sweet time, washing my hands, making faces in the mirror, having that imaginary conversation where I level my beloved off at the knees, and then when I open the door, there’s my Mate.  He’s smiling sheepishly.

“You were talking to yourself.”

“Yes.  Yes I was.”

“Were you yelling at me?”

“Yes.  Yes I was.”

“I’m really sorry.”

*sigh *  “That’s okay.”

Because the thing is, as pissed as I was, I don’t have the short-term goal of the relationship in mind.  We are not in a place in our lives where I can storm out and slam a door and fight with him at the top of my lungs—we have kids for sweet hell’s sake, and we’re obligated to act like grown ups. If the problem was a long-term difficulty, it needs to be discussed.  If it’s a brief irritation, an apology and a make up are plenty good enough.

That was the sort of thinking Jonah and Ethan had to do in Ethan in Gold.  They had a long-term difficulty—a couple of them, in fact.  Jonah’s family was falling apart, and Ethan was in porn.  It doesn’t get much more complex than that (and if it does, don’t tell me, I may take it as a challenge.)  So it was essential that they become friends first—because they had to care about each other to make the rest of the relationship worth it.  And that, in a way, is the crux of any relationship.  The idea of “This person has pissed me off now, but is that enough to destroy what we’ve built?”  Or, in Ethan and Jonah’s case, the potential of what they had to build.

It’s a tough idea—and the reason many relationships fail.  I think the reason this couple—or any couple in fiction—gives us hope is that they remind us what’s important.  I know that today, while I was whisper cursing my Mate, all I really needed was his sheepish smile and a reminder that one screw-up doth not a divorce make.

Maybe all Mate needed was a reminder that I’d rather vent my spleen on the potty and the mirror than on him to remember that I was a good person not to get pissed at him!  Either way, like Ethan and Jonah (but with certainly less cause!) most people who stay together do eventually remember the long-term goal.

And it’s usually so very worth it.

.:.: ETHAN IN GOLD :.:.

Ethan in Gold (Johnnies #3)BLURB: Evan Costa learned from a very early age that there was no such thing as unconditional love and that it was better to settle for what you could get instead of expecting the world to give you what you need. As Ethan, porn model for Johnnies, he gets exactly what he wants—comradeship and physical contact on trade—and he is perfectly satisfied with that. He’s sure of it.

Jonah Stevens has spent most of his adult life helping to care for his sister and trying to keep his beleaguered family from fraying at the edges. He’s had very little time to work on his confidence or his body for that matter. When Jonah meets Ethan, he doesn’t see the hurt child or the shamelessly slutty porn star. He sees a funny, sexy, confident man who—against the odds—seems to like Jonah in spite of his very ordinary, but difficult, life.

Sensing a kindred spirit and a common interest, Ethan thinks a platonic friendship with Jonah won’t violate his fair trade rules of sex and touch, but Jonah has different ideas. Ethan’s pretty sure his choice of jobs has stripped away all hope of a real relationship, but Jonah wants the whole package—the sexy man, the vulnerable boy, the charming companion who works so hard to make other people happy. Jonah wants to prove that underneath the damage Ethan has lived with all his life, he’s still gold with promise and the ability to love.

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Image of Amy LaneAmy Lane has four children, two cats, an aging dog, a crumbling mortgage and an indulgent spouse.  She also has too damned much yarn, a penchant for action adventure movies, and a need to know that somewhere in all the pain is a story of Wuv, Twu Wuv, which she continues to believe in to this day!  She writes fantasy, urban fantasy, and m/m romance–and if you give her enough diet coke and chocolate, she’ll bore you to tears with why those three genres go together.  She’ll also tell you that sacrifices, large and small, are worth the urge to write.

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CONTEST WILL END ON 13th October, 2013 @ 11:59 PM Central Time!!

Giveaway Drive


A big THANK YOU to all who entered this giveaway drive and made it such a memorable one! Not just for me, but the authors too. I speak for them when I say your appreciation and your love for them and their works makes them ecstatic, to say the least. I would also like to thank the authors who were so nice and co-operative with me throughout the event.

The winners to these contests have been chosen by true and fair means. People who didn’t win or have missed out this opportunity, don’t get disheartened please. There would be another chance because our authors are quite generous. If you wish to really own a book from a specific author, you can click the cover images in order to buy it.

Without further delay, I present to you all the winners!


LEE BRAZIL‘s Giveaway Contest Winner is:


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SUE BROWNS‘s Giveaway Contest Winner is:


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S.L. DANIELSON‘s Giveaway Contest Winner is:


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SAGE MARLOWE‘s Giveaway Contest Winner is:


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ALEX CARRERAS‘ Giveaway Contest Winner is:


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NEPHYLIM‘s Giveaway Contest Winner is:


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CHRIS QUINTON‘s Giveaway Contest Winner is:

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RJ SCOTT‘s Giveaway Contest Winner is:


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G.A. HAUSER‘s Giveaway Contest Winner is:


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S.L. DANIELSON/NEPHYLIM‘s Giveaway Contest Winner is:


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LAURA HARNER‘s Giveaway Contest Winner is:


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ANDREW Q. GORDON‘s Giveaway Contest Winner is:


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If you are one of the winners, please leave a comment to this topic in the following format:


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The winners can expect their prizes delivered by tomorrow, the 2nd of May, 2013! In case, it doesn’t reach you may reach me through the Contact Me page of this site.

Giveaway Drive

The Blog of Sid Love is hosting a giveaway event for the readers and fans. This is your chance to win some FREE ebooks – written by some well known M/M authors! The event which began on 15th April, 2013, is soon ending with the last author being featured today. Currently, “G.A. Hauser”, “S.L. Danielson”, “Nephylim”, “Laura Harner” and their books are featured for this purpose.

RJ Scott’s giveaway contest has ended. I wish to thank all those who took part in that giveaway and also, good luck to you! The winners of all the giveaways will be announced on May 1, 2013 and the books will be sent out to you by May 2! Till then, enjoy the on-going and upcoming giveaways…

The Contests that are still on:


The author featured on my blog today is none other than ANDREW Q. GORDON, who is an amazing author and equally amazing person to get to know.

Andrew Q. Gordon writes across most genres, and though he might deny it, high fantasy is still his favorite read. He and his partner spend most of their free time raising their eighteen month old daughter.


First, thank you Sid for asking me to participate in your first multi author promotion. Being among so many other really talented authors makes it tough to keep up.  Thanks again for all the hard work. I think it turned out to be a great event.

What to write

I’m sure every author has a million different germs of an idea for a new book swirling around their in head. I know I do. But which one first? Which one at all, even? What makes one choice better or easier to write than the next?

I’ve written stories in several different genres. Among them, contemporary, contemporary romance, fantasy, and paranormal. I learned early on, some categories sell better than others.  Romance is king – or queen, depending on your view.  Nothing compares when measured by sales, reads, reviews, or fans.

But what if that’s not your passion? I find that my ideas are driven more by the characters themselves than by the genre.  What does that mean? Mostly that I ‘see’ the characters first then see their setting. And while there is an element of romance to all my stories, in that each of the main characters typically has a significant other, the story is more about the plot than the romance.

Recently I read an article where an agent discussed two options: 1) write what’s popular, the ‘give them what they want’ approach and 2) write what you feel; the ‘follow your heart’ route. There are clearly pros and cons to each. While neither is a guarantee for success, the first approach is ‘safer’ in that if you write what the reader is asking for you have a greater chance of selling more copies and/or gain more readers.  On the other hand, you’re trying to fit your characters and ideas into some preformed mold.

Writing what you feel might not fit in with current market trends, but there is the chance you could be or make a whole new trend.  Of course, that’s like winning the lottery. For every Twilight, Hunger Games, Game of Thrones, or Harry Potter that breaks out a new ‘it’ genre, the landscape is littered with those that tried and failed. But to be one of those that succeed? That would be more gratifying to me than selling a like number of books that fit the ‘me too’ mold. [Though let’s be honest, any of us would probably take the sales either way.]

Given that I prefer to write what I feel, it’s not surprising that I’ve yet to publish a novel in the traditional M/M romance genre. Second Shot, which I posted for free on Gay Authors, is one of those contemporary romance stories and I’d have to say it is probably the work that has gained me the most ‘fans.’ But for now, I’ve been doing more fantasy and paranormal.  My last book – The Last Grand Master – is high fantasy and will be a six or seven book series.  My next release – Purpose – is a contemporary paranormal story.  Both have elements of romance, Purpose perhaps more than the other, but romance isn’t the primary conflict/plot.

For me, I’ve always loved fantasy, superheroes, magic, imaginary high tech gadgets, etc., so fantasy, sci-fi and paranormal are a perfect fit for me.  But when I wrote and posted Second Shot and the current weekly free flash fiction on my website – Wednesday Briefs – I realized I also like the contemporary romance stories.  I have several ideas for stories in both contemporary and in the sci-fi/fantasy/paranormal genres. Each of them is a work in progress to some degree or other. Which will come next?  I’ll let you know when they decide.

[Book 1 of Champion of the Gods]


In a war that shook the earth, the Six gods of Nendor defeated their brother Neldin, god of evil. For the three thousand years since, Nendor and the Seven Kingdoms have known peace and prosperity.
But then a new wizard unleashes the power of Neldin. Meglar, wizard king of Zargon, uses dark magic to create an army of creatures to carry out his master’s will.

One by one, the sovereign realms fall. Soon the only wizard who can stop Meglar is Grand Master Farrell, the Prince of Haven, the hidden home of refugees. An untried wizard, Farrell carries a secret that could hold the key to defeating Meglar—or it could destroy the world.

While helping Nerti, queen of the unicorns, Farrell saves Miceral, an immortal muchari warrior the Six have chosen to be Farrell’s mate. But Farrell approaches love with caution, and before he can decide how to proceed, Meglar invades a neighboring kingdom. Farrell and Miceral find themselves in the middle of the battle. Farrell pushes himself to the limit as he and Miceral fight not only to stop Meglar but for their very survival.

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Prince Farrell of Haven sat cross-legged, hovering three feet above the ground, dwarfed by the stone pillars on either side. A gentle spring breeze swept softly over his skin and lifted his long brown hair as he faced the mountains. The morning sun slowly began its westward journey.

He closed his eyes and felt the area around him, from the dips and curves in the land forming a shallow bowl before him, to the hoof-hardened Plains of Gharaha at his back.

The nape of his neck tickled as a droplet of sweat ran down, but he tuned it out, feeling instead for flaws in the walls. He needed the dimensions to be perfect. Anything less threatened his chances of defeating Meglar, the greatest and darkest wizard of their time.

Balance and symmetry, that’s how this weapon would work. He blinked his eyes open, satisfied. The twin stone monoliths were six hundred feet apart and fifty feet tall. The mountain had been smoothed and polished to a height of exactly three hundred feet. From tip to tip, his work extended two miles from end to end; one mile on either side of the gates directly in front of him. When closed, the gates would be entirely undetectable. Even by a great wizard. Even by the greatest wizard.

Yes, the left side felt perfect; now for the right.

As he closed his eyes and refocused on the right side, an eagle screeched in the distance. Another screech cut through the air, and with it came a tingle. No matter how he tried to ignore the piercing sound, he couldn’t. No ordinary bird called to him.

Reaching out with his senses, he tried and failed to locate what his ears told him he should find. Startled and annoyed, he roused himself and looked up. A pair of brilliant blue eyes, mere inches from his face, greeted him.

Discipline and training couldn’t stop him from pulling back. Mouth agape, he stared at the enormous white eagle hanging motionless before him. An avatar.

“Most Holy Sky Father,” Farrell said, slowly lowering one leg and then the other to kneel before the image of Honorus, first of the gods. “How may I serve you?”

“Rise, favored son, your labors in My service have earned you the right to stand tall before Me.”

Farrell stood and took a quick breath. The force of an avatar’s voice in his mind always unnerved him. He sought some measure of calm in the pale blue eyes of his God.

“My Sister, Lenore, has need of you. She will send Her servant, who will explain what is required. Her need is great and loathe though I am to ask you to suspend your work here, I believe this will ultimately aid you in the fight with Meglar. I ask that you accompany Her servant and render such aid as you may.”

Farrell bowed his head once in acknowledgment. “Master, whatever assistance I may give, I shall. Can I know the nature of the aid they require? And how will I know Her messenger?”

Did he see amusement in the avatar’s eyes? Could an avatar even be amused? “You will be told of your task by Her servant and you will know Her servant on sight.”

“I hear Your words Lord and will serve Your Sister to the best of my abilities.”

“I expect no less of you, my son.” The white eagle began to fade, adding, “Know this, Farrell. The time of your solitude is about to end. On this quest you will find your mate among those who serve Lenore. Be not afraid to embrace love even in these trying times. Strength can be found in the love of another. Do not maintain the walls you built to shelter yourself from hurt. The union between you and My Sister’s servant will grant you strength in the difficult tasks that await you both. Consider it My gift for your unswerving devotion to Me and the arduous path I set you on. My blessings on you and your labors.” With that, Honorus left, leaving Farrell to mull His words.

Before he could digest what happened, detection spells warned him that someone approached. Thoughts of avatars and a life partner vanished as years of training spurred him to action. Peering across the almost-empty prairie, Farrell instinctively gathered power.

Still some distance away, a mount galloped hard for his position. Flat, treeless, and magically kept free of tall grass and scrub, Gharaha offered little cover for any who made their way through the hidden, guarded pass. Yet the rider made it more than halfway across the plains already. Why hadn’t the spells worked properly?

Farrell scanned the prairie, using magic to be sure only one horse rode toward him. He focused on the solitary figure. Closer—impossibly closer, he realized.

“Could it be?” he whispered to the cold stones beside him. Enhancing his sight again, he confirmed his suspicions—no rider. A smile stretched his cheeks. Beyond any doubt, Lenore’s messenger had arrived.

Fighting Meglar his whole adult life, he readied a defensive spell out of habit. Exhaling, he let the power drain away. One did not greet Lenore’s messenger with aggression unless he fancied the wrath of the Goddess. He shook his head. Not particularly. And Honorus’s had been clear: Lenore wanted—no required—his help to fight Meglar.

Ignoring how naked he felt, he breathed deeply, noting how fast the mount closed the still considerable distance between them. Surely he had time to go inside to alert his staff?

Checking again, he decided he might not. No, better to wait.

A unicorn. He studied it as it galloped toward him. Brilliant green eyes and pink flaring nostrils with a pure white coat shining softly as if the unicorn had just completed a light morning run. How incredible.

He lost track of how long he stared, but when he blinked the messenger had nearly reached him. Definitely a good thing I stayed, he decided.

With a grace belying its speed, the unicorn charged up to him. For a moment he wondered if it would race past him in a whizzing blur, but it halted an arm’s length from him.

“Wizard.” The voice in his mind was definitely feminine and less overpowering than the avatar’s. “Blessings from Her holiness, Lenore. The Blessed Mother sends Her regards to the Prince of Haven and seeks your assistance.”

He almost laughed. Who in the Eight Gates of Neblor dared speak for the Goddess of the Earth? But he caught himself in time; Lenore had a special bond with unicorns

“Honorus’s blessings to you as well, Unicorn.” Not knowing her name, he addressed her in the same way she greeted him. “Welcome to Haven. Honorus told me to aid you and your mistress, though I don’t know what assistance you require.”

She pawed the ground and tossed her head slightly, reminding him of a petulant child. Farrell bit down on his tongue to suppress a chuckle.

“I already stated that Lenore requires your assistance. I have been sent to bear you to where you are needed.”

He jerked back at her curt tone and searched for the proper response. Of course he’d go with Lenore’s messenger, but did she expect him to simply hop on her back and be off? Beyond needing to be prepared for a fight, arrangements needed to be made for governing Haven in his absence. His mind raced through the myriad of things he needed to handle before he could leave.

“Forgive me if I offend you,” he said carefully, hopefully with the right amount of politeness, “but I’m at a disadvantage on many levels. To start, you know who I am, but I don’t know your name.”

“My name is Nerti, Wizard.”

“Pleased to meet you, Nerti. Can you tell me anything more than Lenore has summoned me? I’m certain if She took the time to send one so noble as you to fetch me, Her need must be great. I hope I’m sufficient to Her task.”

“Meglar has attacked our home. My sisters and brothers have sought aid from all we can trust, and have assembled at the mountain fortress that is my home. Unfortunately, there are no great wizards among our ranks. Nor do our allies, the Muchari, produce wizards among their kind with any regularity. Thus we are forced to seek your assistance.”

“Muchari? If I were not speaking with a unicorn, I would say they’re nothing more than legends.”

“Wizard, there is no time for idle banter. Meglar has assembled an army and though Muchari are indeed formidable warriors, we are hopelessly outnumbered. What wizards we have are mostly old humans who sought out the Muchari to spend their last days in peace. They will not be able to withstand all that Meglar’s army throws at them in their attempt to capture our home. We require your skill.”

“I understand,” Farrell said absently. A dozen thoughts all sought attention at once as he tried to tie all the information thrown at him. Nerti clearly wanted to leave immediately, but he needed some time. Better to delay a few minutes than race off unprepared. “Actually, I don’t understand. I have no army ready to march from Haven and liberate your people. If, as you say, you are hopelessly outnumbered, I won’t tilt the scales in your favor.”

“We do not hope to defeat Meglar’s army, only survive long enough to escape to another safe home. As I said, Muchari count few wizards amongst their number and those who have the gift are rarely above the lowest grades. My sisters and brothers have no ability to manipulate magic though we are made of it. We need your help moving everyone to a safer place. The wizards who reside with us are too few to protect the city for long and open our passage.”

Now he understood. Honorus didn’t need him to fight an entire army, just protect the city long enough for everyone to escape. Right, so much easier.

“Very well, now I understand. Unfortunately I can’t open a Door to a place I’ve never been. We’re going to have to ride there, unless you’re able to supply me with a clear image of your home.”

“Wizard, it isn’t that easy,” Nerti said. “Northhelm is not accessible via magic Doors unless—and here I rely on the wizards’ words to explain it to you—unless you have been granted permission to bypass the city’s protections. I was told you would understand.”

“Unfortunately, it means we must ride to Northhelm,” Farrell said. “Had Lenore sent someone attuned to your city’s protections, I could open a Door from here to there. Wizards are taught that no one, no matter how strong, can override a sealing spell once engaged. I disagree but haven’t tested my theory yet. If I’m wrong, I’ll end up stuck between this moment and the next.”

“Wizard!” Her mental “yell” snapped his head around. The piercing green eyes that looked so ancient and wise suddenly seemed closer together and less friendly. “We have no time for you to daydream!”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “How exactly do we get into your city if it’s already besieged by Meglar? Do you know of another connected Door somewhere?”

She dashed his slim hope of good news when she shook her head.

“The only way to reach the city is to fight our way in. Your skill and my speed will have to suffice to gain us entrance. The Blessed Mother said you were equal to the task.”

“Somehow I had a feeling you’d say that.” He tried to formulate a plan, but he had more questions than answers: the size of Meglar’s army, the distance to the fortress, how many weapons did he need, Nerti’s speed and stamina. He shook his head to clear his mind. “I need to collect some things before we set off. If we’re to fight our way in, I need to be prepared.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned his back on her to stare at the hidden gates that marked the entrance to Haven. A frown wrinkled his face. Using the front door meant creating an uproar as everyone would turn out to see Nerti. Wasteful as it might seem, he opened a Door to his workroom. That would alert his mentors, Wesfazial and Erstad, that something unusual had occurred and bring them immediately to his rooms. Better than wading through a mob.

His frown deepened.

“Nerti, we need to use a Door to reach my workroom, otherwise we’ll draw too much attention. That will cause my mentors to investigate what’s happening. They will attempt to convince me not to ride off alone.”

“You will not be alone, Wizard.” Her causal tone almost brought a smile to his face. Clearly she did not lack for confidence.

“That said, are you able to use a Door?”

“I neither affect a Door nor am I affected by one, if that is what you ask.”

“It is.” Satisfied, he reached out his left hand. A long, black staff flew from its perch against the monolith to the left. The sound of wood on flesh broke the otherwise silent plains. Capped on both ends in platinum and cuffed with several silver bands, he always carried this staff into a fight.

Speaking softly, he touched the platinum end to the ground and moved it upward. A pale blue-green trail of light remained where the black wood passed. When it reached seven feet above the ground, he paused for a heartbeat. Four feet to the right, another pause. Finally he brought the staff down, letting it linger on the dusty plains.

Once he drew the outline, he stretched his right hand into the space between the lines and pushed forward with his will. A burst of light filled the area he just marked off. When the flash dissipated, a room lined with shelves and tables replaced the view of grass and mountains. Without a word, he stepped forward, followed closely by Nerti. When both cleared the threshold of the Door, Farrell waved his hand absently behind him. The light seemed to collapse in on itself, leaving the pair alone in the semi-dark room.

Another distracted wave and light slowly filled the workspace.

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Giveaway Drive

The Blog of Sid Love is hosting a giveaway event for the readers and fans. This is your chance to win some FREE ebooks – written by some well known M/M authors! The event which began on 15th April, 2013, is now almost about to end. Currently, “RJ Scott”, “G.A. Hauser”, “S.L. Danielson”, “Nephylim” and their books are featured for this purpose.

Chris Quinton’s giveaway contest has ended. I wish to thank all those who took part in that giveaway and also, good luck to you! The winners of all the giveaways will be announced on May 1, 2013 and the books will be sent out to you by May 2! Till then, enjoy the on-going and upcoming giveaways…

Giveaway Contests that are still on:


And now, please welcome LAURA HARNER!

Laura likes it hot, which helps explain why she ended up Arizona after living in such diverse places as Japan, New Orleans, Maine, and Florida. She once enjoyed hobbies such as gardening and travel. Now the characters in her head compel her to tell their stories to her readers, so she writes.

She shares her home with her husband and youngest son, a dog and a cat. Laura writes under the names L.E. Harner for her MMF ménage and MM erotica. She writes under the name Laura E. Harner for everything else. Her books can be found at All Romance eBooks, Barnes and Noble,  Amazon, and other online retailers.


Thanks for hosting this fantastic giveaway, Sid—I’m truly honored to be here, especially with such a stellar line up of authors. As my contribution to the giveaway, I’m bringing my whole backlist for readers to choose any single title from OR…both books from my Pulp Friction series, Triple Threat OR…the entire Willow Springs Ranch Series.


Pulp Friction

Late last year, I was chatting with my friends and fellow authors, Havan Fellows, Tom Webb, and Lee Brazil, when we got to talking about hard-boiled detectives and the rich history of serials and pulp fiction.

With dirty minds and good intentions, the idea of creating a little PULP FRICTION for our readers was born.

Why Pulp Friction? We wanted to pay homage to the golden days of story telling, when talk was cheap and so were the women…. Okay, not exactly, but close. We all loved the idea of telling a great story for a fair price. We also know that readers love a well-developed character, and when that character steps out of his own book and into another—double bonus.

Our Pulp Friction Books (PFB) group has three lines we publish:

Sweet Exchange – short, sweet romances;

Heated Exchange – hot, naughty, with a promise of leaving you satisfied for now;

Pulp Friction– Four discrete mystery/suspense series—one from each author—all set in Atlanta. Each one of the series can stand alone, but the stories weave back and forth, brushing against each other, adding depth to already intriguing tales.

You never know when Wick might show up in the Chances Are to meet with Chance, Marcus, or Zack…characters from all four series. The crossovers are numerous and fun, and show a long history of friendship between the core characters.

We publish two books a month, on the 1st and the 15th, in a round robin format, taking turns with our releases. The latest release by T.A. Webb, Knightmare, completes the second round of each of the four series.

My latest release in the Pulp Friction Line is

Retribution: Triple Threat No. 2. (April 1, 2013)

When Dom Zachary walks out the door with Master Archer, leaving his inexperienced sub to wait for his attention, he never imagines the boy would call an abusive slave trainer with a grudge instead. Now they must find the missing Jeremiah and make the bastard who took him pay. Their salvage business has never been so personal.

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You need to answer one question in order to be entered into this contest, so let’s make this easy…the Pulp Friction Books are mysteries, but my fellow PFB authors and I write a variety of genres (Mystery/Thriller, Fantasy, Romance, Paranormal, etc.).

What is your favorite genre to read and why?

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Ha! I bet you are surprised to see the two ladies once again for a giveaway. Well, authors are kind (you can beg to differ all you want) and you, the readers are going to feel loved by them.

Steph L. Danielson and Nephylim were on my blog last week, talking about their individual projects but today they are here to give away the books which they have penned together. The series “Upstaged” is the creation of these two great minds…


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Hey Sid, thanks for hosting the terrible twins. For our post we got out heads together and thought about the Upstaged series in particular, and other, solo works, and realised we have a propensity to write heroes with real flaws, so we thought it might be interesting to explore this a little more.


I remember reading a complaint somewhere – on a writer’s forum or a review from a reader, that heroes are all perfect. He of the chiselled body and perfect hair; she of the heaving bosom and flashing eyes.sure, for sheer escapism you can’t beat it. We all want to be perfect and part of us wants to read about people who are. On the other hand, we’re not all perfect and therefore, in order to have any pretence towards reality we have to have flawed heroes. And by that I don’t mean someone who finds it impossible to say ‘I love you’, or has commitment issues.

What I’m talking about is a really flawed hero, someone with physical or mental impairments that really gives them something to struggle with.

In Upstaged we have characters who are basically put through the ringer and deal with it in different ways. Dealing with my own character, Asher.  He starts off fairly unstable, suffering, I believe, from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from horrific events which happened in his past and led him to attempt suicide and spend time in a mental hospital.

Even when the series starts, three years later, he’d reacting to triggers and showing signs of instability. In book two he falls apart with panic attacks and slowly deteriorates through the series from there until he finds himself in very serious trouble indeed. This descent into madness is slow but steady and the people around him respond in very different ways, from anger to despair. He’s seen as moody, unreasonable, selfish and unfair even as he’s sliding towards his darkest moment and, in that I think he is representative of many who are struggling with mental health issues, an invisible illness that is often seen by others as something self absorbing and selfish.

In another book, “The Face in the Window” which I’m hoping will be released later this year, one of my two main characters is blind but in many of the situations the two protagonists find themselves in, he’s the one who takes control and who ‘sees’ the truth. He’s strong and brave, intelligent, funny and infinitely sensible. Through the book I think, I hope, we get the message that physical impairment doesn’t have to be a disability at all, at least not for Ace.

My quintessential work involving mental health issues has to be the Enigma series. It starts in a care home, where River a care assistant tries to draw the enigmatic Silver out from hiding completely inside his head after a hugely traumatic experience. Although, bit by bit, Silver emerges from his self imposed prison and, over the course of four books, gradually learns to live in the ‘real world’, he never quite overcomes the mental health issues that very nearly destroyed him. That, however, does not prevent just about everyone he comes into contact with, including me, falling in love with him.

So, why do people want to read about flawed characters? I think part of it is that it gives them hope. If someone like Asher, or Ace or Silver can fight through their problems and find love and happiness, there’s hope for anyone, no matter how imperfect they might be.


Mental illness. It’s a diagnosis that can make or break a person and sends images of pill-popping and suicides into our heads; but dealing with it myself (and living with it, my husband is bipolar) on a daily basis; my characters became it as well.

When I wrote “For the Heart of Phillip” I did a not-so-ordinary thing; I made the main character bipolar and highly unstable when it came to relationships and romance. The whole story, he deals with these demons and how to cope with being in love with two totally different men. He can’t make a decision to save his life, thinks about attempting suicide more than once, and is overall just a mess when it comes to dealing with highly intense emotions.

Another character of mine, Bernard, was also suicidal, and had attempted it four times already. He is obese, a virgin, and has never been in love, at least where it was returned. He was a ‘throwaway’ as far as society was concerned and he almost made himself a statistic.

Even in the Upstaged series; Billy, who is seen as stable, upbeat, carefree, and absolutely vibrant, at some point, his emotions are tested and the truth comes out; and he is deeply depressed, enough to want to attempt suicide.

Mental illness is no laughing matter; take it from me. By putting these real life maladies into our tales, we not only bring awareness, but also show that despite things going wrong with our brain chemistry and our lives, they are loveable and with the right help, can cope with their illness and daily lives.

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The two main characters in Upstaged are from different countries, the same countries as the co authors. Which countries are they?


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The Blog of Sid Love is hosting a giveaway event for the readers and fans. This is your chance to win some ebooks for FREE – written by some well known M/M authors! The event began on 15th April, 2013, now being the second week of this big event. “Chris Quinton”, “RJ Scott” and their books are featured for this purpose and this will go on till 30th April.

Nephylim’s giveaway contest has ended. I wish to thank all those who took part in that giveaway and also, good luck to you! The winners of all the giveaways will be announced on May 1, 2013 and the books will be sent out to you by May 2! Till then, enjoy the on-going and upcoming giveaways…

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Today, we have here with us the lady, who has been writing M/M Romance novels for a long time. Her novels have not only been bestsellers, but she is also an award winning novelist and now, an executive producer of her first feature film “Capital Games”. She is none other than the author of Amazon’s current bestseller “The Farmer’s Son” – G.A. Hauser!

For this giveaway, she is offering her two books: “I love you, I hate You” and “Marry Me”.

On this occassion, she took an opportunity to interview her character MARK ANTONIOUS RICHFIELD who appears in 20 of her books!



After much pestering on my account, I finally was able to book an interview with the very busy Mark Richfield. We met at his day job at Parsons and Company and I had my chance to ask the many questions on my mind about this man who is the talk of the town. When I get my first glance at this hunk he’s in his tight black slacks, (no panty-lines, so we know what that means) and a black, cotton shirt, opened at the neck. I sit down beside him on a leather couch in the employee lounge with my list of questions.


GA: Hi, Mark…we finally meet.

Mark: We do.

GA: Wow. Your handshake is electric.

Mark: Don’t get carried away already.

GA: Sorry. Uh, where was I?

Mark: (Laughs) You said hello.

GA: Yes. Right. (Sniffing the air) Is that the famous cologne?

Mark: I assume that’s what you’re smelling. (He sniffs)

GA: (Leaning closer) Holy cow. If that’s not the cologne I want whatever it is in a bottle.

Mark: Did you actually have something to ask me? Or did you just come to sniff me?

GA: I came to sniff you. Kidding. Um. Sorry. Yes, let me ask you some questions. What’s the deal with the accent? Is it really British or what?

Mark: Really British? I lived there for pity’s sake. I know how they talk. All this chatter about how I speak. Such rubbish.

GA: I hear it now. Does it come out more when you’re mad?

Mark: So I’ve been told. I can’t tell the bloody difference, but I’m reminded constantly.

GA: Okay…Some of your fans wished you’d married Jack Larsen instead of Steve Miller.

Mark: I did marry Jack, and Adam, and Steve. Shh, don’t write that down.

GA: Too late. No, I mean, lived with Jack. Chose Jack.

Mark: Jack’s had enough of me. Really. I think if we were together as a couple I would drive him mad. And not in a good way.

GA: But Steve and Alex, your son, they seem to always be in trouble.

Mark: Jack would be worse. I assure you. Steven has more willpower when it comes to Alexander. He didn’t lust after me at eighteen like Jackie did.

GA: Uh…

Mark: Yes? (Laughs shyly)

GA: Sorry, lost myself on the color of your eyes. They’re really green. Um…oh. Are you going to go to London with Steve and Alex some day?

Mark: That is the plan. Though now that Alexander is in school and working, I don’t know when he’ll have the spare time.

GA: Will you ever get tired of modeling?

Mark: The question should be, will the agency ever tire of me. The answer to that is yes.

GA: That ain’t gonna happen.

Mark: Now you sound like Steve.

GA: I wish I were Steve, believe me.

Mark: But you both worked as police officers.

GA: Uh, no, that’s not why. Never mind.

Mark: Get your mind out of the gutter, Ms. Hauser.

GA: Sitting next to you on a couch? Not possible.

Mark: (Smiles) Anymore questions?

GA: Tons. But I do have to ask you if you’ll ever write an autobiography.

Mark: No. Why? Who would want to know about my horrible childhood?

GA: Everyone? Look, there are a lot of other people who went through rough times. Maybe knowing the details of your life would not only be interesting, but would help others.

Mark: I’ll give it some thought. But to be honest, I’m a bore.

GA: Sure you are. What’s your next project? Anything new? More guest appearances on television?

Mark: I did get roped into another spot on Forever Young. I have no doubt I’ll live to regret it.

GA: Love that show.

Mark: Yes, so do I.

GA: You need to do another three-way scene with Keith O’Leary and Carl Bronson.

Mark: Ms. Hauser?

GA: Yes, Mark?

Mark: You do realize you have your hand on my thigh.

GA: Oh! Sorry. Man, is it hot in here? (Fanning myself with my pad)

Mark: (Smiles sweetly) I heard about you. (Wags his finger) Naughty, naughty.

GA: (Cleared my throat) Right. Well, how about we end this now before I really do something I’ll regret. Thanks for taking time out of your busy schedule to do this interview for your fans.

Mark: My pleasure. Anytime you would like to chat, feel free to call. (Stands up)

GA: Holy crap.

Mark: My eyes are up here, love.

GA: Sorry. I’ve really embarrassed myself today. I guess I didn’t really believe all the hype…until now.

Mark: I’m flattered. Really.

GA: Think about that autobiography.

Mark: I will do. If I can’t do a complete autobiography, I’d love to sit and talk about anything you fancy.

GA: Wow. That’s an offer I can’t refuse. I will take you up on that. (I shake his hand) I don’t want to let go.

Mark: Are you sure you’re not related to my Steven? (Laughs)

GA: I’m not sure of anything. My blood left my brain the minute I walked into this room. Anyway…thanks again for your time and good luck on your next adventure.

Mark: My pleasure.

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GA’s Offering

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To win one of these ebooks for free, answer the question below:

Which is most romantic proposal scene you remember from either one of the books you’ve read or from some movie/show they watched?


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Alex Carreras’ giveaway contest has ended. I wish to thank all those who took part in that giveaway and also, good luck to you! The winners of all the giveaways will be announced on May 1, 2013 and the books will be sent out to you by May 2! Till then, enjoy the on-going and upcoming giveaways…

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The Prolific RJ SCOTT is with us today!! She shares an excerpt from her book “Under The Sun” (co-authored with Meredith Russel!) and has agreed to not only include this one in the prize vault but also the winners get to choose from her ever increasing number of books! YOUR CHOICE. Isn’t that tempting?? Well, then what are you waiting for? Read on!


RJ Scott lives just outside London. She has been writing since age six, when she was made to stay in at lunchtime for an infraction involving cookies and was told to write a story. Two sides of A4 about a trapped princess later, a lover of writing was born. She loves reading anything from thrillers to sci-fi to horror; however, her first real love will always be the world of romance. Her goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and more than a hint of happily ever after.




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Edward McAllister, wedding planner extraordinaire arrives at Sapphire Cay for a wedding. He has four days to go until the big day and his plans are smashed when he spots the stage he was setting is destroyed.

Doesn’t matter that the guy pulling down the old gazebo and digging trenches is hot – he is messing with Edward’s OCD and Edward isn’t afraid to let the other man know exactly how he feels.

Jamie Durand is an ex marine and son of the former owners of Sapphire Cay. He is on the island to get his head around his new life after leaving the forces due to injury.

When Edward arrives in his space he is bemused at the instant dislike the uptight man is showing towards him.

Not an auspicious start. But just you wait when Edward relaxes and Jamie opens up. Then you will see fireworks.

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“How long’s it been since you’ve visited the Cay?”

Jamie Durand lifted his head as the thirty-minute silence was finally broken, and he turned his attention to the tall, tanned man steering the Lady Liberty. Not even a lick of paint disguised the old and tired boat that had belonged to his parents, the previous owners of Sapphire Cay. He pressed his lips together thoughtfully. How long had it been? It felt like a lifetime. His parents had sold just over fifteen months ago and he had been deployed to Afghanistan four months before the sale.

“Four years, more maybe,” he said. Lowering his eyes, he returned to watching the ocean. The fresh October breeze whipped around him as the boat broke through the water’s surface. Foam betrayed their path from Marsh Harbor and he looked back through his shades as they traveled parallel to the coast, circling the point as they headed for Sapphire Cay.

“Name’s Scott by the way,” the man said and grinned over his shoulder. He had no clear accent but that didn’t really surprise Jamie. Another waif or stray adopted by the Cay, he figured. His parents had had a habit of taking in strangers, offering them a place to stay, and giving them employment.

Scott seemed friendly enough—dark hair, a deep tan, muscular, sexy, but totally not what Jamie needed. Scott met Jamie’s eyes through his shades and flashed a confident smile—not his type at all. In a figure-hugging white A-shirt and low-hanging cargo shorts, Scott struck him as a player, a man who probably spent more time in front of a mirror than being an attentive, giving lover. Lover? Was that really where his mind was at? More likely, he just needed a release from the low ache in his chest and the memories that had him waking in a cold sweat and dry heaving in the toilet bowl. Closing his eyes, he savored the refreshing feel of the salty mist. He was judging a guy he didn’t even know and it irritated him he could do it so quickly. That wasn’t like him.

“So,” he said. Conversation might help ease his mind. The man had been nothing but polite since they met on the quayside. “What do you do out here?”

Sapphire Cay had up to twenty staff at any one time he recalled—some permanent, some seasonal, and some on their own schedules. He had never come across the new owner, Dylan Gray, though he had heard good things. His parents loved the man and had been happy and relieved when he had decided to take on the island. They seemed to think Dylan was the perfect fit for what they had created during their thirty years out there.

“Captain of this fine vessel, excursions and tours, and general help-where-help’s-needed kind of guy,” Scott said and flashed his teeth in a wide smile.

So Scott was someone who got stuck in and took to any role, not just the overconfident asshole Jamie had thought. He really needed to work on his people skills. Never the social butterfly, he felt even more inept than usual.

“Have you been here long? I don’t remember you. Sorry if we’ve met,” he said above the sound of the boat’s engine.

“No. We haven’t met,” Scott assured him. “I came out here for the first time two years back with Dylan. We met in Thailand while traveling. He was heading out this way for a few months so I joined him. Luckily, your folks had work for me.”

“And now?” Jamie asked. Dylan owned the island. There was no more moving on to the next place every month or two. “He’s been running this place for a full year. He must miss it, the traveling.”

“I guess a little. But he’s settled and doing a damn good job.” Scott raised his voice as the boat lurched forward, riding through a wave as it loudly hit the front of the boat.

“And you?”

Scott shrugged. “Let’s just say Dylan’s flexible, as is my contract. There’s a job for as long as I want it.” He pointed, directing Jamie’s attention beyond the front of the boat. “There she is,” he said. “She’s something, right? I can see how Dylan fell in love with her so easily.”

Jamie carefully got to his feet and stepped over his bag to stand beside Scott. He never thought seeing Sapphire Cay would make him feel the way it did. Familiarity and memories flooded through him and almost knocked him off his feet. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. The Cay had been his home, a place of warmth and security. Schooled on the mainland, he always looked forward to rejoining his parents when the semester ended. His mom would always have the chef whip up a batch of his peanut butter caramel cookies. They would be sitting on the kitchen table when he and his sister had gotten home. What waited for him on the island now?

“Is Dominiq still there?” The chef had worked on the island since before he remembered. He was as constant as the tide and just as soothing. With an accent that dripped comfort and home, Dominiq was the epitome of relaxed, chilled, and taking it easy. Jamie was sure if he Googled any of those, he’d find an image of Dominiq smiling back at him. The man was a true Bahamian—dark skin, dark hair, the deepest brown eyes, and an easy smile. He never did figure out exactly how old the man was. For all the years Jamie had known him Dominiq had looked exactly the same, and only in his last few visits had Jamie noticed the whispers of gray creeping through his tight, black curls.

“Yeah,” Scott said, bringing Jamie back to the present. “He’s been baking all morning.” Scott shrugged. “He’s suddenly got this freaky cookie fetish going on. There were trays of the things cooling all over the kitchen.”

Jamie couldn’t help but smile. Things might not be so different after all.

“Must be strange coming back now that your parents have left. They’re in Miami, right?”

“They are,” he said as he took his seat.

His parents, now in their sixties, had talked about moving back to the mainland for years to be closer to family, especially their grandchildren. Jamie and his sister had their own lives, and though the island would always hold a special place in both their hearts, it just wasn’t what they wanted to do. They weren’t their parents.

Sue was a doctor with a husband and two kids. She was happy and settled. Jamie had joined the Marine Corps at twenty-two, straight from college. His squad had become his family for the next three years and he was proud to have served his President and his country. He knew his parents had asked Dylan to write in a proviso, entertaining the possibility of him returning to the island and doing some work out there. It must have seemed a strange request and yet, when Dylan agreed, Jamie kind of took to the idea of having somewhere to return to once his active tour ended. He just hadn’t planned on it being so soon.

Instinctively, he rubbed at his chest and felt the raised line beneath his T-shirt. Seven months and the ghost of pain still clawed at his insides. Why wasn’t it getting any easier? He stared at the growing outline of Sapphire Cay. Maybe on the island it finally would. He was here to get healthy, rediscover the man he used to be, and hopefully find a little peace. God love his mother, but he couldn’t take a moment more of her fussing around him and everyone he knew treating him with kid gloves. He wasn’t going to break. He wasn’t that guy. Yes, something terrible had happened, but he hadn’t been under any illusions when he enlisted. Bad stuff had happened to plenty of other people, and in some ways, he had been one of the lucky ones. Okay, so shrapnel from an IED ripping through his chest and shredding his right lung wasn’t exactly a walk in the park, but he’d survived.

Light flashing in Jamie’s eyes made him look up, and he was met by a curious expression from Scott. Damn, his mind had wandered again. He couldn’t wait to get to the hotel and help with the repairs and renovations. He needed a distraction from his own mind.

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I bet that has got you hooked! To win a free copy of Under The Sun or any of RJ’s books, all you need to do is answer a simple question.

And the question is…

Who is the new owner of SAPPHIRE CAY?


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Sage Marlowe’s giveaway contest has ended. I wish to thank all those who took part in that giveaway and also, good luck to you! The winners of all the giveaways will be announced on May 1, 2013 and the books will be sent out to you by May 2! Till then, enjoy the on-going and upcoming giveaways…

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Today’s featured author is the CHRIS QUINTON! The name that is quite popular, when it comes to M/M genred books. The author has had many bestsellers under her name and popular books such as “Finders, Keepers”, “Game on, Game Over”, “Starfall”, and many more! Her recently released Trilogy – “Fool’s Odyssey” is climbing the ladder of success as well.

And this is your chance to win one of her books!


Chris started creating stories not long after she mastered joined-up writing, somewhat to the bemusement of her parents and her English teachers. But she received plenty of encouragement. Her dad gave her an already old Everest typewriter when she was about ten, and it was probably the best gift she’d ever received – until the inventions of the home-computer and the worldwide web.

Chris’s reading and writing interests range from historical, mystery, and paranormal, to science-fiction and fantasy, mostly in the male/male genre. She also writes male/female novels in the name of Chris Power. She refuses to be pigeon-holed and intends to uphold the long and honourable tradition of the Eccentric Brit to the best of her ability. In her spare time [hah!] she embroiders, quilts and knits. In the past she has been a part-time and unpaid amateur archaeologist, and a 15th century re-enactor. She currently lives in a small and ancient city in the south-west of the United Kingdom, sharing her usually chaotic home with an extended family, two large dogs, fancy mice, sundry goldfish and a young frilled dragon (Australian lizard) aka Trogdorina.



Summary: When Xavi becomes an accidental witness to the murder of a wealthy woman he knows exactly what to do – get the hell out of there, fast! Xavi lives on the edge of the law; he and the police don’t exactly mix. Unfortunately the cop who is sent after him turns out to have some rather unusual abilities, so it isn’t long before their paths cross – which is roughly when Xavi begins to realise that getting caught may be the very least of his troubles.


Dateline: June 2042

Villa del Flores, Badalona and Police Headquarters, Barcelona


Xavi liked gold. Solid sunshine, it lay on his smooth, tanned skin and glowed. He smiled at his half-naked reflection in the cheval mirror, and hazel eyes gazed back at him, eyes that could look guileless or seductive with equal ease. His thick dark hair was combed and styled into place, and his mouth had a sensual swell to the under lip and a crisp shape to the upper. He turned his head a little and gauged the effect. Xavi had always considered his profile was like that of a Roman god-hero.

He touched his fingers to metal that was rapidly warming to his body-heat. It was a heavy curb chain, diamond-cut, its facets etched with fine arabesques, and it looked very good on him. There was more gold on Sophia’s dressing table, a careless tangle of necklaces and pendants and other assorted glitter that cost several fortunes, all treated with the same insouciance. But this one had been bought for him. She’d said she had a gift for him when she picked him up at their usual meeting place, but he hadn’t expected anything like this.

Sophia finished fastening the clasp at the back of his neck and kissed his shoulder as she came to stand beside him. “Beautiful,” she murmured.

“Yes,” Xavi said huskily. “You are.” But his eyes weren’t on her. He knew he looked good, knew that women were drawn to him like mares in season, and he reveled in it. Casually he drifted his hand down his body, caressed lightly over his taut nipples, and caught his breath at the tingling arousal ignited by the simple caress. Sophia gasped as well, pressing closer to him, her desire a tangible thing.

 He chuckled and stroked down his belly, eased open the top button of his jeans to scroll through the fine line of dark hair that arrowed down to his hidden groin. Xavi didn’t wear underpants. His ladies found it a turn-on, knowing that all he wore between them and his cock was a single layer of fabric.

“Don’t tease,” Sophia whispered, her fingers loosening another button. “I have to be at the restaurant for lunch in half an hour…”

“I know,” he said smugly. “Go and meet your politician-friends, and think of me.” He let her slip her fingers inside his jeans and cup his genitals, then caught her wrist and lifted her hand to his mouth. At the same time he unfastened more buttons and freed his semi-erect penis, pumped it slowly, deliberately displaying himself in the mirror to arouse her even more. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Bastard!” She pouted and jerked free of his light hold, but she was smiling as she did so. Then a faint noise came from downstairs, a door shutting not quite quietly enough, perhaps. Yet the villa should be empty but for them. Sophia paled. “Ohmygod—Marco—he’s come home early!”

Xavi swore, fastening his jeans quickly. Of all the farcical situations—the stupid bitch had been so sure her husband was in Madrid until the weekend.

He took one swift glance at the windows and dismissed them at once. There was a three meter drop onto the terrace and he had no wish to risk broken bones. So he did the next best thing; he dived to the floor and rolled under the bed, grabbing his shirt and shoes on the way.

Sophia snatched up her robe and a book and threw herself onto the rumpled sheets. “Who’s there?” she called. “Is that you, sweetheart?”

A drape of linen partially obscured his view, but from where he lay, Xavi could see the mirror, and the foot of the bed and the door reflected in it. The door opened, and the dark silhouette of a man stood there. Not Marco Rodrigues, the body-shape was too tall, too broad-shouldered. He took a step into the room and Xavi saw a stranger’s face.

“Raoul?” Sophia, said surprise in her voice. “What are you—” Raoul raised his hand and the sunlight glinted off the barrel of his gun. Sophia screamed once, the sound cut off by the first shot.

Frozen in terror, Xavi could not move, and that probably saved his life. Three more shots rang out, each one punching through the bed in a line from pillow to midway down the mattress, the last two plowing into the floor only inches from his rigid body. If his bladder had not already been empty, Xavi would have pissed himself.

The thunder of his heart in his own ears was deafening. Surely this Raoul would hear it as well—but the man turned and walked out, shutting the door quietly behind him. Still Xavi couldn’t move. Blood soaked the loose sheet and dripped slowly off the bottom edge to spatter on the carpet, the smell of it mingling with feces and cordite to clog in his throat, and it was the steady pat-pat-pat into a widening pool that finally galvanized him into action.

A shuddering whine of horror broke from him, and Xavi rolled away from the spreading redness. He scrambled to his feet on the far side of the bed. Then he froze again. Sophia was dead. Very dead. One bullet had hit between her eyes, the others at breastbone, stomach and groin. Very precise, very deliberate. This was no passion-driven killing—this was an execution.

And he had witnessed it.

Xavi was at the door before commonsense stopped him. He had very little money, while Sophia was loaded and dead. Her purse lay on the dressing table and he pounced on it, jerked it open and filled his pockets with every coin and note he could find. The cards he left—any payment or withdrawal could be traced. Then the jewelry caught his eye.

Gold, gems, they could be fenced and Xavi had contacts in Barcelona’s back streets. He spread his shirt on the floor and dumped an indiscriminate double handful of treasure in the middle of it, then knotted the fabric into a bundle. He hurried to the security panel by the front door. Sophia had driven him here in her car, and she would have made sure his arrival hadn’t been monitored. One glance told him all the cameras were down. No one was going to have a record of him leaving the place.

He made for the deserted kitchen. From the trash container he retrieved a reasonably clean plastic bag with a local supermarket’s bright logo on both sides. He dropped his cache into it and let himself out the back door. Then, keeping to what cover he could find, he ran, not to the garage, but the boathouse below the terrace, and the small but powerful motor launch that was, as usual during the summer months, moored to the jetty. It was the work of seconds to hot-wire the ignition.

Xavi turned the boat for the open sea, and then accelerated south along the coast towards Barcelona and its busy marinas. Maybe he was being paranoid, maybe he wasn’t, but he wasn’t prepared to take chances. This was the safest way of getting back to his apartment, safer than taking Sophia’s car and driving. Just in case the killer—or whoever hired him—was watching the road. His fingerprints would be all over the room, but it was not only the police he was worried about.

Xavi Peres Escudero was going to disappear.

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The Blog of Sid Love is hosting a giveaway event for the readers and fans. This is your chance to win some ebooks for FREE – written by some well known M/M authors! The event began on 15th April, 2013 and is now in full swing. “S.L. Danielson”, “Sage Marlowe”, “Alex Carreras” and their books are featured for this purpose and this will go on till 30th April. The blog will feature not one, not two but 11 authors ready to make the month of April, quite amazing for you!

Sue Brown’s giveaway contest has ended. I wish to thank all those who took part in that giveaway and also, good luck to you! The winners of all the giveaways will be announced on May 1, 2013 and the books will be sent out to you by May 2! Till then, enjoy the on-going and upcoming giveaways…

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NEPHYLIM is with us today, talking about LOVE. Not me, as in Mr. Love… although she does talk about me a bit – but well, what she is mainly talking about is THE LOVE! That one word that is always enough to get a writer inspired, to have a book written and to get a reader intrigued!

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The Great Love Giveaway

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As this giveaway is part of the Sid Love’s blog event I thought it might be nice to take the opportunity to talk about love.

It’s been raised to me on a number of occasions that characters fall in love far too quickly. So, should a couple in literature pronounce undying love for each other within the first chapter, or should love grow through the book, only to burst into flower right at the end, or not at all?

The formal definition of love is

Noun – an intense feeling of attraction

Verb – to feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone.

In actual fact, it’s a lot more difficult to pin down a definition than that. Love can have so many different meaning, sometimes differing from person to person.

Does love at first sight exist? Or is it just lust, friendship, simple attraction. When does attraction turn to caring turn to love?

The Urban Dictionary says this:-

The most spectacular,indescribable, deep euphoric feeling for someone. 

Love is an incredibly powerful word. When you’re in love, you always want to be together, and when you’re not, you’re thinking about being together because you need that person and without them your life is incomplete.

This love is unconditional affection with no limits or conditions: completely loving someone. It’s when you trust the other with your life and when you would do anything for each other. When you love someone you want nothing more than for them to be truly happy no matter what it takes because that’s how much you care about them and because their needs come before your own. You hide nothing of yourself and can tell the other anything because you know they accept you just the way you are and vice versa.

It’s when they’re the last thing you think about before you go to sleep and when they’re the first thing you think of when you wake up, the feeling that warms your heart and leaves you overcome by a feeling of serenity. Love involves wanting to show your affection and/or devotion to each other. It’s the smile on your face you get when you’re thinking about them and miss them.

Love can make you do anything and sacrifice for what will be better in the end. Love is intense,and passionate. Everything seems brighter, happier and more wonderful when you’re in love. If you find it, don’t let it go.

But surely this can be said of attraction too. Isn’t this the way everyone, especially young people, feel in the throes of a new relationship? So is it really love, or just the excitement of being with someone new, someone you only think you love? If you think you love someone does that automatically mean that what you feel really is love?

It appears to me that trying to pin down a definition of love is like trying to cause the wind to blow in a different direction.

So what is my definition of love? To me, love is all the above and more. People say there are different kinds of love. The love you feel for your sexual partner. The love you feel for your child. The love you feel for your pets. The love you feel for yourself. I disagree. Love is love. It’s only the focus that differs. The unconditional affection, intense feelings of protectiveness and need to care and be cared for is the same. I think the key is the unconditional part that’s the key. The caring for and wanting to be with someone even when they’re irritating the hell out of you or making you feel so angry you could punch them. That’s the key to love.

So does love at first sight exist? Sometimes. Sometimes, you do find ‘that person’ and know right from the start you’re going to be together. However, I don’t think it’s possible to ‘know’ it’s love until it’s tested. Everyone thinks they’re in love right at the start but it’s only when there have been bad times, testing times, that you can really know.

Having said all that, I don’t think it’s relevant for the matter of writing. It doesn’t matter whether the characters really are in love, only that they think they are to the point of declaring it.

As previously stated, it’s one thing to be truly in love, and another thing to think you are. Right at the start, in the honeymoon period it’s easy to think you’re in love and to express undying love, even though that’s not what you’re feeling. Granted, it’s more likely for a girl to profess love, than a boy, as boys seem to be somewhat reticent in expressing love and saying the word, but this is not real life, this is literature. Many of the thing we write are rare in real life, but brought together and speeded up for the purpose of keeping the reader riveted through the pages right to the end.

So, my conclusion is that, whilst it’s unlikely the character will ‘know’ they’re in love in the first chapter, they are quite likely to ‘believe’ they are and possible they will ‘say’ they are.

My giveaway is “Enigma”, where love grows through experience and determination, and “The Unfairness of Life” where there is definitely love at first sight on one side while, on the other, love grows grudgingly being fought all the way.

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In order to win copies of both books readers need to answer the following question by way of a comment on this post.

“Love is….?”

Please be as creative as you can.

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