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RELEASE DAY FOR ENCORE

 Warm wishes for a happy and successful Release Day

to my fellow authors in

Wayward Ink Publishing’s latest anthology. 

ENCORE

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Synopsis:

An anthology about musicals… with a twist.

Who can resist a musical?

We at Wayward Ink certainly can’t!

Boys and Girls, go don your tux. Slink into your gown. Strap on your heels. Dust off that tiara and wrap yourselves in a feather boa!

Come celebrate the extravaganza with us!

Waltz through ten short stories inspired by some of the world’s most popular musicals.

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Watch the fabulous Book Trailer 

HERE

 Buy Links:

Amazon US / Amazon UK / Amazon AU / WIP /  B&N / ARe

***Buy your copy from the Wayward Ink Publishing website by the end of March and take advantage of the 25% discount on all WIP titles***

Stories Included:

What’s Up Pussycat?

Louise Lyons

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Heartbroken Finley fears he’ll never recover from the loss of his lover, Andrew, who was a star of the Cats musical.

But then Finley has an idea…

What if her were to take Andrew’s part in the musical and hopefully make his man proud?

 Over The Rainbow

Lily G. Blunt

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Dorian has been cast as Dorothy in his school’s production of The Wizard of Oz.

Like his character, Dorian is about to discover whether dreams really do come true.

Broadway Devils

Eric Gober

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A geek and his flashy rival . . .

A leading man they both love . . .

A starring role they both want . . .

All’s fair in love and Broadway.

May the best diva take it all!

Angel in the Wings

Asta Idonea

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When handsome Phantom, Christopher Keane requests Marcus as his dresser, the action in the wings could be just as exciting as anything taking place on stage…

My South Pacific

Taylin Clavelli

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British born Callum has given up on love.

Will he find it again among the Hawaiian reefs?

Or will there be more sharks…

Enjoy The Show

Lisa A. Adams

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Dylan Rucker’s online dating adventures landed him the perfect match.

When “Mister Right” stands him up at the dinner theater, Dylan wants to crawl home defeated.

But, the night is young…

With an unexpected flirtation with the lead actor, Dylan must decide.

Hold out for his “Mister Right”?

Or, sit back and enjoy the show?

The One That I Want

R.J. Jones

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“What, you don’t think Danny’s hot?”

“I prefer Kenickie. He can pin me against a wall anytime.”

A Touch Glamour

Alina Popescu

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Tudor has big plans for New York City.

Ditch his homophobic colleague. See a musical. Definitely check out the go-go boys.

Meeting one Phantom on Grindr wasn’t in the script.

Tudor gets caught up in a whirlwind when his favorite musical character steps off the stage and into his life.

A Man Who Measures Up

Cecil Wilde

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When you’re in musical theater, love is just a jump to the left and a step to the right.

A Night at the Opera

Vanessa Clark

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Rick never cared for opera.

He thought opera singers were old, outdated, and fat.

That was until he met Giovanni, an opera singer who’s far from that!

No. Giovanni is statuesque, young, refreshing, and beautiful.

Giovanni opened Rick’s mind to a new world, and Rick’s first ever opera experience definitely wasn’t going to be his last.

But little does Giovanni realize that Rick will open his mind to a new experience too…

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excerpt

 from my story

Over the Rainbow

At last.

Dorian Gartside let out a huge sigh of relief. He quickly dismissed his boisterous pupils and had logged himself off the computer on the teacher’s desk by the time they’d all noisily exited the room.

God! What a day!

Anyone who thought this job was easy should try teaching Pride and Prejudice to a class of fifteen-year old boys. And damn it, he still had a bloody staff meeting to attend before he got to go home.

Dorian scooped up his teaching notes and a pile of books he hadn’t managed to mark at lunchtime and strode out of the classroom barely missing two boys who ran past him. “Walk in the corridor!” he instructed the rapidly fleeing flash of emerald green uniforms, but to little effect.

Dorian sighed again and looked down at the books in his arms.

Yet another busy night with hardly any rest or relaxation.

He wished he’d believed the person who’d told him his social life would be non-existent during his first year of teaching. Marking, planning, staff meetings, talking to snooty parents, in addition to after-school activities two or three times a week. Bring back college days any time. At least he’d had something he could laughingly call a sex life then.

Thank God it was the October mid-term break next week. Time to draw breath for a few days at least.

Dorian slowed his pace as he passed the adjacent classroom and glanced inside hopefully. His search was rewarded, and catching sight of the object of his desire, his stomach fluttered.

“Hey, Dorian. Have you got a minute before the staff meeting starts?”

Dorian flushed a little and smiled. “Sure.” He glanced appreciatively over his mentor and superior, Mr. Leonard. “I wanted to ask you a few questions about my lesson observation tomorrow too, if you’ve got time.”

Mr. Leonard, Head of the English department, was everything Dorian wished he could be—and not just because of the expert control he had over the pupils. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and most of his exposed skin was covered in thick, dark hair that Dorian spent most nights dreaming about; he often imagined what the hairs would feel like if he ran his hands over Mr. Leonard’s skin and what this hunk of a man looked like naked.

“That’s fine, D. Let’s grab a cuppa and talk on the way.”

Dorian nodded and shifted the books in his arms so most of his suddenly bulging groin was now covered. The very thought of calling Mr. Leonard ‘Sir’ was enough to harden his traitorous cock at the most inopportune moments. He usually thought of Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett at times like this, but those thoughts often turned to Mr. Bingley and a very wet-shirted Mr. Darcy, and he was no better off.

Dorian did his best to concentrate on their conversation, focusing on Mr. Leonard’s eyes and lips as they discussed his lesson for class 5B the following day. “And I want you to speak up in the staff meeting today….”

“Yes, Mr. Leonard.”

“Look, Dorian, it’s about time you called me Mark. We’ve been working together for over six weeks now.”

Dorian smiled again, his heavy cock filling when his name fell from the older man’s lips. He’d never liked the name his parents had given him and had to suffer being called everything from Dory to Ryan in his teen years, but hearing Mark say it sent a shiver down his spine every time. “Sure. If that’s okay with you, Mark.”

Mr. Leonard—Mark—paused as they approached the staffroom and huffed. “Of course it is, but not in front of the Munchkins, though.” Dorian chuckled at Mark’s nickname for the pupils.

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Interview by Andrew Q. Gordon

I was recently interviewed by friend and fellow author,

Andrew Q. Gordon.

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Read the interview below or see it HERE on Andrew’s blog.

While you’re there, check out his upcoming story, The Eye and the Arm – Book Two in the Champion of the Gods Seriesto be released on April 14, 2015.

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You can pre-order it here: DSP Publications

INTERVIEW BY ANDREW Q. GORDON

Welcome Lily. Nice to finally get to interview you.

Hello, Andrew. Thank you for inviting me here today.

Let’s start by telling everyone a bit about yourself.

I live roughly in the center of the UK. I am the eldest of five siblings, married with two children in their twenties, and was a teacher of primary pupils for over twenty-five years.

This has been a busy few months for you. You’ve had several anthology stories released since May, you’re doing Free Fiction Friday and you’ve had other books released. When did you first start writing?

Yes, the past year or so has been quite busy for me. I started writing fiction over four years ago now. My first attempts were dire and I cringe when I think of my work back then. I tended to write a chapter and after a bit of editing I posted it on fanfiction.net with only a basic overall plan in place for the longer stories. I’ve since edited these fanfiction stories (four or five times, if not more!) and some are now on my blog as free reads or part of FFF. I’ve come to value using outlines and character sketches when planning a story, however short it may be.

Talk about your sub genre of choice. Which ones do you prefer and why.

I tend to read and write contemporary m/m romance and erotica, plus I’m currently reading Josh Lanyon’s mysteries. There are so many fabulous writers and books on my to-read list. I’m not really in to fantasy or sci-fi, and although I studied history, I have yet to really explore that aspect of the m/m genre.

Tell us about some of your prior releases.

The first two listed below are novels I self-published. The last one is a short story published by Torquere Press in the Take It Like a Man anthology and also released as a separate story.

Paint the Sky

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A love of art…

A mutual interest in art draws two shy university students together. Ben admires Vinnie’s painting of the university building, so Vinnie invites him to an exhibition of his artwork. From a wealthy family, Ben purchases some of Vinnie’s art and arranges for the artist to personally hang the paintings in his apartment.

Starry, starry night…

Ben commissions Vinnie to paint his portrait, in order to spend more time with the artist. On the night of the sitting, Vinnie fingerpaints the starry night on Ben’s chest… and they kiss. They begin a relationship beneath the night sky, God’s own canvas.

But every relationship has its ups and downs and so it is with theirs. When Ben thinks Vinnie spends too much time with a fellow artist, his jealousy drives a wedge between them and forces Vinnie into the very thing Ben dreads.

Hold tight to your dreams…

Ben and Vinnie will have to walk through fire before they can find one another again. But if they believe, and if they keep their faith in the night sky and each other, just maybe they can make their dreams of love come true.

Boys on Film

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What would happen if a gay porn star fell in love with a writer of erotic m/m novels?

Set in an opulent house in San Diego that also serves as a porn studio, the story follows Stefan as he falls in love with Nate, a budding author from England, and in the process comes out as gay. Despite working in a gay porn studio and having sex with his best buddy on a regular basis, Stefan outwardly claims to be straight, although he enjoys the sex and substantial pay from his gay videos. This changes when he meets Nate, who has been given the opportunity to observe the inner workings of Blue House Film Studios to add realism to his latest erotic novel.

The Perfect Size for You

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After updating his Rent Boy blog profile, well-endowed porn star Ty, receives a text requesting an appointment with a sexually inexperienced client. Andy asks Ty to provide him with the necessary knowhow, so if he ever goes on a date with the guy he’s attracted to he’s fully prepared. Little does Ty know this hook-up will lead to a friendship that will subsequently change his life. Can Ty remain friends with Andy or will he always want more? And how will Ty react when Andy finally goes on a date with another man?

Your upcoming book is the Encore anthology. Tell us about it.

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It’s a collection of ten short stories from Wayward Ink Publishing all with the theme of musicals. My story is called Over the Rainbow and was inspired by The Wizard of Oz.

Watch the fabulous trailer video HERE

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Dorian has been cast as Dorothy in his school’s production of The Wizard of Oz.

Like his character, Dorian is about to discover whether dreams really do come true.

Where did the inspiration for Dorian and his love interest, Mark come from?

In my story, Dorian is a newly qualified teacher who is struggling to cope during his first term of teaching. All his time seems to be taken up with preparation and marking, plus all the others things required of him. So much so, his social and therefore his love life are pretty dire. He struggles to gain control over some unruly pupils and is beginning to think he is going to fail as a teacher. He wants to succeed and impress his mentor, Mark Leonard, the Head of the English department in the school. He observes Dorian’s lessons and offers him advice and suggestions for improvement.

Some members of staff at the school are taking part in the end of term production of the Wizard of Oz. Dorian has been cast as Dorothy and Mark is the Cowardly Lion. Aspects of the characters and musical are reflected in their lives and personalities. I drew on my teaching experience for Dorian’s character and some of the events in the story.

What part of the book was the most fun to write and why?

I have a scene that includes my characters telling Wizard of Oz jokes. They are not really funny, but I have a weird sense of humor and was chuckling away to myself as I wrote this part of the story.

What part made you struggle them most?

My plan was to take aspects of the Wizard of Oz and create parallels in the lives of my main characters. Although I roughly knew where the story was heading, I struggled to come up with the Tin Man/Scarecrow’s subplot. I wanted them to be searching for a heart/love and a brain like they do in the movie. It took me weeks to finally weave their story into Dorian and Mark’s plot.

Tell us something interesting that is not in the blurb?

Dorian enjoys wearing women’s lacy underwear.

What’s your favorite part of the writing process?

Can I be cheeky and choose three? I love the initial ‘plot bunny’ where I develop my main characters and imagine some of their conversations and hot scenes together. To me, they are real people who could actually exist in real life. I also love it when the words flow from me as a scene takes shape. But if I’m only allowed to choose one favorite part, then it has to be the finished product. When I look back at the hard work I’ve put into the writing and am proud I’ve actually created a story people enjoy reading.

What’s your least favorite?

The slog of writing when you seem to chip away day after day, only adding a few hundred words at a time, and you think you’re never going to get the story finished.

What have you read lately that most people haven’t read but should?

I recently enjoyed reading L.A. Witt’s first story in the Cover Me series. (Currently free on Amazon). The writing is excellent in my opinion. It was one of those books I thought about when I wasn’t reading it and was eager to pick it up again to see what would happen next. This story has all the elements I enjoy in the m/m genre. I became involved with the main character’s feelings from the start and loved Nick and Andrew’s interaction and their hot scenes together. I felt their longing for each other and their need to be together as they fell in love. Tense and full of suspense, the story was not predictable, although I knew something ‘bad’ would happen at some point.

If you could meet any writer, alive or dead, who would it be and why?

I would love to be able to travel back in time and question the men who wrote the original Gospels and the other books in the New Testament. I know it was more than one person, but their writing has changed the course of history. I’d like to know how much of their work was based on historical events.

What’s a fun – non-writing – day for you?

Spending the day relaxing in the Aqua Sana at Center Parcs. I especially love the steam rooms and the massaging water jets in the pool.

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Besides reading and writing, what else do you enjoy?

Walking. I walk locally at least once a day, usually with my daughter and her dog, plus we often go on hiking holidays. Austria is our favorite location. If you read Opposites Attract, you’ll see it inspired the main location, the beautiful scenery, and even parts of the plot were based on some things that have happened to us on our trips. Not the sex in the mountain hut, though :(

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Since there is always another story to tell, what are you working on now?

I’m currently working on a short story for another anthology submission. The theme is rough and tumble blue-collar workers. My main character falls for the muscle-packed and sexy handyman he employs to take care of his garden. It’s with one of my beta readers at the moment and will need a bit more polishing before I send it off. I have several rough plans and ideas for other stories, but haven’t decided which one will be my next focus yet.

Last question is all yours – feel free to talk about anything you want your readers to know about you, your book, anything at all.

I’ll be at the Queer Company event in Oxford on May 9th and the UK Meet in Bristol in September. Hope to meet some of you there.

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Excerpt from Over the Rainbow

At last.

Dorian Gartside let out a huge sigh of relief. He quickly dismissed his boisterous pupils and had logged himself off the computer on the teacher’s desk by the time they’d all noisily exited the room.

God! What a day!

Anyone who thought this job was easy should try teaching Pride and Prejudice to a class of fifteen-year old boys. And damn it, he still had a bloody staff meeting to attend before he got to go home.

Dorian scooped up his teaching notes and a pile of books he hadn’t managed to mark at lunchtime and strode out of the classroom barely missing two boys who ran past him. “Walk in the corridor!” he instructed the rapidly fleeing flash of emerald green uniforms, but to little effect.

Dorian sighed again and looked down at the books in his arms.

Yet another busy night with hardly any rest or relaxation.

He wished he’d believed the person who’d told him his social life would be non-existent during his first year of teaching. Marking, planning, staff meetings, talking to snooty parents, in addition to after-school activities two or three times a week. Bring back college days any time. At least he’d had something he could laughingly call a sex life then.

Thank God it was the October mid-term break next week. Time to draw breath for a few days at least.

Dorian slowed his pace as he passed the adjacent classroom and glanced inside hopefully. His search was rewarded, and catching sight of the object of his desire, his stomach fluttered.

“Hey, Dorian. Have you got a minute before the staff meeting starts?”

Dorian flushed a little and smiled. “Sure.” He glanced appreciatively over his mentor and superior, Mr. Leonard. “I wanted to ask you a few questions about my lesson observation tomorrow too, if you’ve got time.”

Mr. Leonard, Head of the English department, was everything Dorian wished he could be—and not just because of the expert control he had over the pupils. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and most of his exposed skin was covered in thick, dark hair that Dorian spent most nights dreaming about; he often imagined what the hairs would feel like if he ran his hands over Mr. Leonard’s skin and what this hunk of a man looked like naked.

“That’s fine, D. Let’s grab a cuppa and talk on the way.”

Dorian nodded and shifted the books in his arms so most of his suddenly bulging groin was now covered. The very thought of calling Mr. Leonard ‘Sir’ was enough to harden his traitorous cock at the most inopportune moments. He usually thought of Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett at times like this, but those thoughts often turned to Mr. Bingley and a very wet-shirted Mr. Darcy, and he was no better off.

Dorian did his best to concentrate on their conversation, focusing on Mr. Leonard’s eyes and lips as they discussed his lesson for class 5B the following day. “And I want you to speak up in the staff meeting today….”

“Yes, Mr. Leonard.”

“Look, Dorian, it’s about time you called me Mark. We’ve been working together for over six weeks now.”

Dorian smiled again, his heavy cock filling when his name fell from the older man’s lips. He’d never liked the name his parents had given him and had to suffer being called everything from Dory to Ryan in his teen years, but hearing Mark say it sent a shiver down his spine every time. “Sure. If that’s okay with you, Mark.”

Mr. Leonard—Mark—paused as they approached the staffroom and huffed. “Of course it is, but not in front of the Munchkins, though.” Dorian chuckled at Mark’s nickname for the pupils.

~O~

The Encore anthology is published on 20th March.

Pre-order/buy links:

Amazon US / Amazon UK / Amazon AU / Amazon DE / WIP / ARe

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About Lily:

Lily writes contemporary gay romance and erotica. She loves to explore the relationship between two men and the intensity of their physical and emotional attraction. Angst often features in her stories as she feels this demonstrates the depth of the men’s feelings for each other. Lily is forever writing imaginary scenes and plots in her head, but only a few ever make it to the page–there never seems to be enough hours in the day despite having left the teaching profession to concentrate on her writing!
Lily discovered the wonderful world of m/m romance novels four years ago via fan fiction and went on to write stories in her spare time. With the encouragement of her friends and readers she decided to publish some of her work. Lily has several self-published stories available on Amazon. She is also published with Torquere Press and Wayward Ink Publishing.
Easily distracted from her writing, Lily makes videos using clips from gay-themed movies and posts gorgeous pictures of men kissing or making out on her tumblr and Facebook pages. Lily is also an avid supporter of GLBTQ rights and advocates equality for all.Lily lives in central England with her rather bemused husband, two twenty-something children, and a ‘mad as a bag of frogs’ Shetland Sheepdog.
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New Release ~ Out of Order by Eric Gober

Rob was the one who got away.

Trent stumbles upon him during a trip to San Francisco…

Right before a deadly earthquake…

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Title: Out of Order

Author: Eric Gober

Length: short story

Genre: M/M, gay romance, contemporary

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Synopsis:

After bombing a job interview, Trent wants to get to the airport and fly home. But high up in a San Francisco skyscraper, he stumbles upon Rob, an old crush who mysteriously vanished from his life. Little does Trent know he’s about to be broadsided. In a moment, Rob will make a startling confession, old feelings for him will reignite, and the city’s worst disaster in decades will erupt around them. Can the two survive the deadly shaking? Or will they perish in the shattered, blacked-out city?

*originally published in the Stranded anthology

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Buy links:

Amazon US / Amazon UK / Amazon AU / WIP / B&N / ARe

excerpt

Rob emerged from the hallway wearing an Oakland A’s baseball cap.

“I didn’t know you were a baseball fan.”

“I’m not much of one, really, just supporting the home team. I’m going to a World Series party after our drinks.”

“You live in Oakland?”

“Yep.” He came and stood very close to me and pointed. “South of Cal’s clock tower, near Rockridge BART Station, so I take a train into the city for this project.”

“So many trees. It must be pretty there.”

“I like it.”

“Does Chris live with you?”

He shook his head. “We split up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

“Well, if you ask me, it’s Chris’s loss, not yours.”

“Trent, what I meant was I’m sorry I wasn’t completely honest with you in Arizona.” He looked at me as if I knew what he was talking about.

“What do you mean?”

“Chris was my boyfriend, not girlfriend.”

As I gazed into his handsome green eyes, comprehending his revelation, a crust around my heart ruptured, and feelings I’d stored for him rippled through me. I felt the office sway as I tried to steady myself.

Then my knees buckled and everything shook.

Plate glass quavered. Lobby chairs lurched. Kaleidoscopic serigraphs rattled and fell off walls. Fluorescent light tubes popped from fixtures and shattered around us. A big beige computer monitor flew from the reception counter and exploded on the parquet floor.

Rob seized my arm and tugged me under the counter. The ground vibrated beneath my hands and knees, and the ceiling cracked so hard I feared it was caving and rubble from floors above would bury us. Something hissed, and I felt drops soaking my suit. I looked up. The fire sprinklers were on. Rob grabbed me and pulled me close, and I shut my eyes and nestled against him hard. If I were going to die, at least I’d be in the arms of someone I’d loved.

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Eric’s fiction often explores complications and entanglements in romance. His debut novel, Secrets of the Other Side, won three Reader Views literary awards, including Best Fiction Book of the Year. Describe by critics as “an emotional journey of love, loss, and self discovery” and “an incredible coming-of-age story,” the novel chronicles one gay youth’s quest for love and happiness during the tumultuous eighties and nineties.

His short stories have appeared in numerous anthologies, including Encore, A Likely Story, Stranded, First Time for Everything, and Best Gay Romance 2014. He earned his MFA in creative writing from Wichita State University.

Eric grew up in Las Vegas, Nevada, and has lived in Arizona, Kansas, and the San Francisco Bay Area. Today he makes his home in Los Angeles, where he enjoys trail running, spending time with friends, and working on new short stories and his next novel.

Social links:

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COMING SOON ~ ENCORE

 Coming Soon ~ 20th March!

 Wayward Ink Publishing 

presents

ENCORE

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Synopsis:

An anthology about musicals… with a twist.

Who can resist a musical?

We at Wayward Ink certainly can’t!

Boys and Girls, go don your tux. Slink into your gown. Strap on your heels. Dust off that tiara and wrap yourselves in a feather boa!

Come celebrate the extravaganza with us!

Waltz through ten short stories inspired by some of the world’s most popular musicals.

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Watch the fabulous Book Trailer 

HERE

Pre-Order and Buy Links:

Amazon US / Amazon UK / Amazon AU / WIP /  B&N / ARe

***Buy your copy from the Wayward Ink Publishing website by the end of March and take advantage of the 25% discount on all WIP titles***

Stories Included:

What’s Up Pussycat?

Louise Lyons

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Heartbroken Finley fears he’ll never recover from the loss of his lover, Andrew, who was a star of the Cats musical.

But then Finley has an idea…

What if her were to take Andrew’s part in the musical and hopefully make his man proud?

 Over The Rainbow

Lily G. Blunt

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Dorian has been cast as Dorothy in his school’s production of The Wizard of Oz.

Like his character, Dorian is about to discover whether dreams really do come true.

Broadway Devils

Eric Gober

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A geek and his flashy rival . . .

A leading man they both love . . .

A starring role they both want . . .

All’s fair in love and Broadway.

May the best diva take it all!

Angel in the Wings

Asta Idonea

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When handsome Phantom, Christopher Keane requests Marcus as his dresser, the action in the wings could be just as exciting as anything taking place on stage…

My South Pacific

Taylin Clavelli

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British born Callum has given up on love.

Will he find it again among the Hawaiian reefs?

Or will there be more sharks…

Enjoy The Show

Lisa A. Adams

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Dylan Rucker’s online dating adventures landed him the perfect match.

When “Mister Right” stands him up at the dinner theater, Dylan wants to crawl home defeated.

But, the night is young…

With an unexpected flirtation with the lead actor, Dylan must decide.

Hold out for his “Mister Right”?

Or, sit back and enjoy the show?

The One That I Want

R.J. Jones

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“What, you don’t think Danny’s hot?”

“I prefer Kenickie. He can pin me against a wall anytime.”

A Touch Glamour

Alina Popescu

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Tudor has big plans for New York City.

Ditch his homophobic colleague. See a musical. Definitely check out the go-go boys.

Meeting one Phantom on Grindr wasn’t in the script.

Tudor gets caught up in a whirlwind when his favorite musical character steps off the stage and into his life.

A Man Who Measures Up

Cecil Wilde

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When you’re in musical theater, love is just a jump to the left and a step to the right.

A Night at the Opera

Vanessa Clark

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Rick never cared for opera.

He thought opera singers were old, outdated, and fat.

That was until he met Giovanni, an opera singer who’s far from that!

No. Giovanni is statuesque, young, refreshing, and beautiful.

Giovanni opened Rick’s mind to a new world, and Rick’s first ever opera experience definitely wasn’t going to be his last.

But little does Giovanni realize that Rick will open his mind to a new experience too…

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New Release ~ One Snowy Night by Louise Lyons

Guest Post by Louise Lyons.

One Snowy Night

Individual Release from Wayward Ink Publishing

Originally released within Wayward Ink Publishing’s anthology Stranded,

in October 2014,

my short story One Snowy Night is now available as an individual short story.

One SNowy Night

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One snowy night, Keith Brambles learns that appearances can be deceptive.

After yet another disastrous date, Keith drives home much to fast for the snowy conditions. When his car skids and crashes, he thinks he’s going to spend the night freezing in his car, until a man in a white van stops to help him. But Keith fears his rescuer may not appreciate his rather obvious preference.

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Another half hour went by, and at last Keith heard the sound of an engine. As he looked out of the window, headlights blinded him, and he blinked and squinted. He unfolded his arms and legs, and groaned as he tried to put his feet down on the floor. His limbs had stiffened and everything hurt. He fumbled for the door handle with numb fingers. As he struggled, suddenly the driver’s door jerked open, and a face appeared.

Keith stared at the hulking figure, stooped over to look into the car. He could make out a moustache and goatee, and bright eyes, but the rest was obscured by a beanie and the collar of a heavy winter coat.

“You alright, mate?” a gruff voice asked.

“Y-y-y-yes,” Keith stammered. He was shivering so badly, he doubted he could utter another word.

“No injuries?”

He shook his head in response.

“Can you get out?”

“I…d-d-d-d…” Keith meant to say I don’t know. He shoved the other door open, and extended one leg, until his foot reached the snowy ground outside. He groaned as he tried to move the other leg. His knee was locked and he couldn’t feel his foot at all.

“Fuck. Wait there.” The driver’s door slammed and seconds later, the man appeared at the other side of the car. Large arms reached out and scooped Keith up. He clutched at the thick neck of his rescuer, as he was plucked from the Audi and carried to a waiting white Transit van. White Van Man. Keith cringed, and hoped the man wouldn’t recognize him. His type probably wasn’t very tolerant. Then again, it wouldn’t really matter whether he knew who Keith was or not. Keith was wearing a purple silk shirt, heeled boots, earrings and eye makeup. He thought his preference must be fairly obvious.

“There you go.” White Van Man managed to pull open the passenger side door of the van and hoist Keith up onto the seat without much effort. He slammed the door closed, went around the other side, and climbed behind the wheel.

The heating in the van was blowing at full blast, and Keith leaned forward and placed his frozen hands over one of the vents. The interior of the vehicle was like a furnace, and he knew he would thaw out quickly, but painfully.

“What happened?” White Van Man asked.

“Um…I…um…I came up to the bend too fast and braked. Stupid.”

“Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“Bruised, maybe, from the seatbelt. The airbag went off. I’m okay, just frozen.”

“How long have you been there?”

“An hour and a half, or thereabouts. Thanks for stopping.” Keith glanced at the man, as he unzipped his coat and pulled the beanie from his head. He had thick, dark hair and dark eyes. Keith could see something on his skin above the neckline of his T-shirt, which could have been a tattoo. Oh, God, White Van Man is probably a biker or a head banger as well.

“Here.”

Keith looked down, and took the plastic cup from the man’s hand. It held strong black coffee. Keith hadn’t noticed him pick up the flask and pour it.

“Thanks.”

“You’re Kent Brambles,” his rescuer said; a statement rather than a question.

Shit. “Uh…yes. Keith, actually. Kent’s just my…um…my…”

“Stage name?” The man grinned, but then grimaced a little.

“Yeah. I’m guessing my…uh…my music isn’t your cup of tea,” Keith said nervously.

“I’m into my rock and roll.” He smiled again and extended a large hand. “Mike Talbot.”

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Louise Lyons

louise-lyons-social-logoLouise Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the Church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy. Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of eight, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered Fan Fiction in her late twenties.

Posting stories based on some of her favorite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing “hobby” more seriously.

Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad Dobermann, and a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider, and loves to run long distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races into the house afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes.

Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and joy, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.

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New Release ~ The Anatomy of Perception by A J Rose

Congratulations to AJ Rose,

author of the Power Exchange Series, Queers, and The Yearning,

on the release of her new book,

The Anatomy of Perception.

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In the beginning, there was wreckage. Dane Perry’s mother was dead, and the father who always said he’d amount to nothing blamed him. Dane swore he’d become something. He would be someone.In the middle, there was escape. Rebuilding his life from the ashes of his mother’s memory, Dane found success as a respected surgeon, and love in the form of Craig Dahl, a talented artist who became his everything. But there was also darkness, lies, and a crumbling foundation just waiting for the ground to shift.In the end, there was a spectacular fall, illusions shattered, and for Dane, nothing more to lose. He was broken, damaged, and left with fierce demons. But from the bottom, the only way left is up. Dane renewed friendships and salvaged his career. The only thing he cannot replace is Craig. But Dane has a plan. Brick by brick, his foundation is rebuilt, and all he needs is for Craig to listen one last time.In the beginning again, there’s hope and tatters of love. Can Dane repair the damage with Craig? Can he rescue the only thing he amounted to that ever truly mattered?

This book contains vivid descriptions of symptoms of PTSD and events that can cause anxiety. Reader discretion advised.

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“You like?” a new voice asked.
I didn’t acknowledge the guy, not looking up until I could do so with dry eyes. I did hear more people gathering, more murmurs about the art at my feet. After a few moments, I was able to look up with a determined sniff to see if the person who’d just spoken was still there, waiting for me to answer his question.
It was him.
My Bob Ross, though hotter and far less hippy, was right beside me, brown eyes alight with mischief and something that made me feel even worse: hope. He wanted me to like his work, and I had to tell him to stop.
“It’s, um….” I didn’t know if I could do it.
“Big,” he finished for me, beaming proudly over the colors that easily spanned thirty feet. “If you look at it from this angle, the perspective has a little bit of a 3D effect.” He grabbed my arm and hauled me around the portrait, without an apparent thought for how mortified I was. “I didn’t do that on purpose, because if you look at it from even slightly the wrong direction, it blows the whole effect and looks weird, and I wanted people to be able to see it from anywhere.” He stopped yanking me around and yeah, I could see what he meant.
“Oh, there it is,” I said, keeping my voice neutral. I must not have pulled it off, because his head snapped up, and his excited expression melted like a Dali clock.
“Oh. Wow, you don’t like it. That’s why they keep getting erased.” He seemed to diminish like ice in hot water, shoulders hunching as he jammed his hands in his pockets. He was so dejected I couldn’t help wanting to contradict him, but I didn’t get the chance.
“Dane, this is incredible!” someone from the assembling crowd hollered to me. I found the speaker: Knitter Girl. She shouldered around some more admirers and stood on my other side, eyes roving over it from the 3D side. “Do you know who did this? It’s really cool!”
“It is good,” I agreed. “Um, this guy did it,” I said, moving to include him in the conversation. I went to tell him her name, but realized I only knew her as Knitter Girl. Then I turned to tell her his name, and huffed in frustration. “Knitter Girl, this is, erm… my own personal Banksy. Banksy, Knitter Girl.”
Thankfully, they both laughed and shook hands.
“I’m Sam,” Knitter Girl said.
“Craig,” Banksy answered. Then he turned to me. “And you’re Dane. I didn’t get your name that first day.”
“Did you really do this? When? It wasn’t here yesterday, and I didn’t see you on my way home after class. This had to take hours.” Enthusiasm dripped from Sam’s words.
“I did it overnight.”
Sam’s eyes got big. “How? In the dark? How could you even see the photo you copied?”
Craig shrugged. “I have a rig similar to what photographers use to diffuse light over a wide area. The first drawing was a project for a class, but the last three have been for fun and extra credit. And challenge. No reference photo.” He tapped his temple. “Photographic memory.” His eyes flickered to me like there was more to it, but he wouldn’t say so with someone else in earshot.
“That is so cool!” Sam enthused, taking in the drawing as much as she could. “Have you drawn Dane every time?”
“Yeah,” I croaked, clearing my throat to sound normal. “Yeah, they’ve been quite the surprise to stumble on.”
Sam chuckled. “I bet.” With a great sigh, she smiled at us both. “These are great, but I have to get to class. You do too, Dane, if you don’t want to be late.” She checked her watch. “Scratch that. We’re already late. You coming?”
I was torn. I knew if I didn’t talk to Craig right then, explain how flattered I was and try to make him to understand, I’d never see him again. No more drawings, no more chance of bumping into him.
“It’s okay,” he assured me. “Go. I’ll take the pictures I need to get credit for it, and then get rid of it. Don’t worry about it.” His smile was variegated with emotion—sadness, regret, reassurance, understanding. It didn’t reach his eyes, and if a smile could snap in half, his would have with minimal pressure. He was trying to appease me even though he was probably ten shades of embarrassed. Or hurt. That right there decided me.
“Sam, can I borrow your notes—er, your recording later?”
Sam began walking backward. “Oh, sure thing! I’ll see you in anatomy and we can make plans to go over it together.” She turned and hurried off.
“You don’t have to do that if you have somewhere to be,” he began.
“No. I want you to understand. I….” Giving our surroundings an appraisal, I pointed in the direction of Second Avenue. “I know a coffee shop just around the corner. Can I buy you a cup?” I mentally calculated the cost of two coffees and decided this was necessary; I could part with a bit of the hard-earned savings I’d built working as close to full time as I could manage while living on UMD’s dime during undergrad. There wasn’t much wiggle room if I wanted to stay on budget to finish med school without having to work on top of it, but I didn’t have to make it a habit.
It’s ten bucks, I mentally scolded myself. Are you really that nervous?
“I should buy you a cup,” he muttered. “You haven’t liked them at all. God, I can’t imagine what you must be thinking right now.”
I smiled at him gently. “It’s on me. C’mon.”

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New Release ~ Opposites Attract by Lily G. Blunt

 Opposites Attract

BY

LILY G BLUNT

Contemporary M/M Erotic Romance

Length: 14 000 words

RELEASE DATE:

12th March

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Chris and Andreas are opposites in character.

Both fear the other wants to move on.

Can being stranded on a mountainside resolve the doubt that is threatening to tear them apart?

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 WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT

“THAT’S IT, babe. Look at me.” I raked my fingers through Andreas’s hair and yanked his head back. Still leaning over the sink, he obediently stared at me in the bathroom mirror. Our blue eyes connected, pupils fully dilated with arousal. He loved it when I treated him rough like this. I tilted forward over his back and nipped on Andreas’s ear lobe. “Keep your eyes on mine as I enter you,” I purred, my breath long and moist against his heated skin.

Andreas, as usual, complied. He loved eye contact when we made love. Pulling back slightly, I stroked my cock along his crease, poised and erect, ready to push into him. Lining up with his well-prepared hole, I returned my gaze to his and eased in gently. With each inch, his eyes widened a fraction, his jaw dropped lower, and he gasped louder.

I kissed along his shoulder. “Oh yes, babe. You feel so good.”

His eyes remained fixed on the mirror—on me—as I moved in and out of his warmth. Deep, slow thrusts, accompanied by my slaps to the smooth, pale skin on his ass, resulted in groans from deep within his chest.

“Yes, harder, Chris.”

I obeyed his wish, and made Andreas yelp with pleasure.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked fast. “Gonna come soon!”

Grunting with each forceful push, I gripped his hair tighter, holding his head in place, and squeezed his now pink rump. Two more thrusts and I came hard inside him, moaning. My heart pounded against my ribcage, and waves of heated pleasure ebbed through me.

“Oh my God, I’m coming.” His voiced echoed around the small hotel bathroom.

I grinned. What must the people in the next room be thinking?

Andreas stood upright, his hand moving rapidly over his cock. He shot his load into the sink and squirted over the marble surround. The third and fourth jets sprayed up on the mirror and trickled down.

Despite panting loudly, we managed to giggle. “Oh babe, you’re so hot when you come like that.” I kissed his neck and eased out of him. “And being so noisy too—I love it.”

I dropped the condom into the bin and stepped into the bathtub. “Need to get a move on.” I turned on the shower and soaped myself down.

Andreas wiped the remaining lube off his crack, had a piss, and returned to the bedroom, wiggling his ass at me on his way out. I grinned at the red marks still evident on his naked butt.

I dried myself down with one of the fluffy white towels, and then joined Andreas. Now sporting a pair of shorts, he sat on the balcony with his feet perched on a chair, a book in his lap. I loved him dearly, but he seemed to have his nose in a book twenty-four seven these days. Every time I came home from work or back from one of my sports clubs, he’d be there reading. Either that or engrossed in his decoupage craft, or whatever his latest hobby was.

After dressing in my cycling gear, I packed up my rucksack with the provisions I needed for the day, and then went to join him on the balcony.

“Mmm… looks like it’s going to be another warm day.” I looked out across the hotel pool and gardens, to the mountainside beyond. The sky was clear and blue. Wispy clouds drifted around the snow-covered peaks in the distance. Lush green grass and woods filled the lower slopes near the resort. Cable cars, looking like dots in the distance, moved slowly upward. Summer season in an Alpine resort was my idea of heaven: outdoor physical activity, plenty of fresh air, and hot sex when I returned to the hotel in the evening. Pity Andreas didn’t share my passion—apart from the sex, that is.

Andreas glanced up from his book. “You should have a nice day for exploring.” He returned his gaze to the page, seemingly oblivious to the scenic view in front of us. “Rain is forecast later this evening, but you should miss that.”

A cool breeze blew around the damp hair at the base of my skull. “That’s good. Can you put some sunscreen on the back of my neck, hun? It’s stinging a little today.”

“Mmm… sure. It looks a little red.” Andreas leaned over and grabbed the tube from the patio table. He wiped the moisture from the back of my neck and applied the cream thoroughly.

I turned to face him, and he coated my face, neck, and the skin exposed above the vee of my T-shirt. A sad look crossed his eyes.

I stroked a wayward hair out of his sight. “You’ll be okay on your own?” I felt a little guilty, but he could have come with me if he wanted.

In the distance, cowbells chimed and a motorbike sped past the front of the hotel, spoiling the early morning peace and quiet.

Andreas sighed. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Got plenty to keep me occupied here all day. I’m used to keeping myself busy anyway.” His voice trailed off on the last sentence.

“I’ll see you later this afternoon, then.” I kissed him swiftly. “Have a good day.”

“Yeah, you too. Make sure you grab some breakfast on your way.” Andreas pulled me in for a hug. “Take care. Love you.”

“Love you too. Later.” I scooped up my rucksack, checked for my phone in my pocket, and marched out of the hotel room without a backward glance.

After retrieving my mountain bike from the hotel’s bike park and buying a meat-filled pastry from the local bakery, I cycled to the cable car station at the edge of Saalbach. Pleased I’d made it before the manic tourist rush, I managed to grab a gondola for myself with plenty of room for the bike.

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I took out the still-warm pastry from its wrapping and wolfed it down. Most guests would be eating their breakfast in hotel dining rooms throughout the resort, as would Andreas soon—alone. I liked getting out and about early to avoid the crowds. Andreas preferred to take his time and stay in the hotel for most of the day. Sometimes I thought he might be agoraphobic, but then he’d go shopping for our food, and he’d spend time with the people in his craft and book clubs. He wasn’t particularly fond of sports. Our friends always commented on how different we were, personality-wise. Some even called him a wimp and a sissy. I responded with my clichéd science statement of opposites attract to shut them up. Andreas was perfect for me. We got along well, hardly ever argued, and the sex was always hot and steamy. Yum! Just like this morning’s session.

Spending time apart doing our own thing only added to our closeness when we were together. We didn’t get jealous or possessive, and didn’t push our interests down each other’s throats. He was happy doing his own thing while I got on with my adventurous pastimes. I’d never get him to paraglide or canoe, but then I wouldn’t knit or weed the garden.

Andreas was drop-dead gorgeous. People always asked if we were brothers, which I took as a compliment. We had the same dark hair coloring, were of similar height, and I was only more muscular because of all the physical activity I took part in. My sexy Andreas managed to keep in good shape: he was in charge of the food shopping and cooking in our house, and made sure we both ate healthily.

I brushed the greasy pastry crumbs off my T-shirt and grinned, knowing he’d scold me later when I told him what I’d eaten for breakfast.

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The cable car moved swiftly up the mountainside, giving fabulous views of Austria’s Hinterglemm valley. I turned around and looked back toward the hotel and to the mountains behind, where I’d spent the previous day exploring. I spotted the hut where I’d stopped for lunch—a small speck of brown surrounded by shades of green—and the winding tracks I’d followed on my way down. I wished Andreas could share the fabulous views and enjoy the ride alongside me. I’d take photos from the top for him, but that wouldn’t be the same as experiencing it for himself.

As the gondola approached the highest cable car station, I positioned my bike. As soon as the doors opened, I shot out. I checked the time of the last returning gondola, noting I had over seven hours to explore—plenty of time.

The panoramic view from this height was breathtaking. I wheeled the bike with one hand and stood on the viewing platform, taking photos with my phone. I selected a selfie and sent it in a text to Andreas.

Spectacular views. Wish you were here. Later. Xx

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Opposites Attract

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OPPOSITES ATTRACT by Lily G. Blunt ♥♥♥♥♥

 Another absolutely beautiful story! Both Chris and Andreas are such interesting characters! This story was well written and suspenseful. I was on the edge of my seat to see how this came out and really wanted more!

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I loved this story. It began with Chris and Andreas, who are as different as chalk and cheese. Chris is the sporty outdoor person, and Andreas comes across as someone who is quiet and an introvert, together on holiday. Andreas thought the holiday was so they could spend some time together, but Chris had decided to book himself on excursions and continue his sporty outdoor pursuits, so this meant Andreas was alone in the hotel room every day. This then gave Andreas time to think about his relationship with Chris, and this in turn gave him very grave doubts. Chris just assumed everything in their life was rosy, until something happened to him, that made him take a good long look at his life and how he treated Andreas, and he soon realised he could be in jeopardy of losing Andreas forever…….. do they manage to be honest with each other, and talk things out….. I’m not saying, but what I will say is that this is quite a hot read.

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MULTI TASKING MOMMAS – for the STRANDED anthology

This was just a fantastic book from the first short to the last short. I usually don’t give 5 Stars to anthologies on the grounds that I am reading a huge book containing short stories, but this was different.

The best news of this collection was that each one was so well written, I had no cause for complaint.

*****

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I received an ARC in return for an honest review.

I am a fan of Lily’s writing, her characters are never two dimensional and always manage to pull my in from the start, and what a start this was! The opening scene shows our couple Chris and Andreas enjoying their holiday and each other and I must admit having read several other of her books, this upfront sexing was quite a change in style, but very welcome.

You get the picture very quickly that as the title suggests, these two are polar opposites. Chris likes activities and taking risks, whereas Andreas is much more reserved. It seems like the only thing they have in common is their love for each other. But is that really enough?
I certainly won’t spoil the story for you, but these two get the chance to put their lives and love for each other into perspective and see just how much the other means to them as they tangle with their feelings and emotions

Lily always explores deeper than most with her characters, adding small facets to them that a lot of people wouldn’t take the time to do, but with these, it works

Above all, the love and mutual respect that Andreas and Chris have for each other shines through the pages and gives a well rounded short story with characters you feel yourself wanting to take sides with. Will opposites really attract? Read for yourself and find out.

*****

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Lily G. Blunt writes contemporary gay romance and erotica. She loves to explore the relationship between two men and the intensity of their physical and emotional attraction. Angst often features in her stories as she feels this demonstrates the depth of the men’s feelings for each other. Lily is forever writing imaginary scenes and plots in her head, but only a few ever make it to the page—there never seems to be enough hours in the day despite having left the teaching profession to concentrate on her writing!

Lily discovered the wonderful world of m/m romance novels four years ago via fan fiction and went on to write stories in her spare time. With the encouragement of her friends and readers she decided to publish some of her work.

Lily has several self-published stories available on Amazon. She is also published with Torquere Press and Wayward Ink Publishing.

Easily distracted from her writing, Lily makes videos using clips from gay-themed movies and posts gorgeous pictures of men kissing or making out on her tumblr and Facebook pages. Lily is also an avid supporter of GLBTQ rights and advocates equality for all.

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Lily lives in central England with her rather bemused husband, two twenty-something children, and a ‘mad as a bag of frogs’ Shetland Sheepdog.

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