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The Marrying Kind by Jay Northcote


Title: The Marrying Kind
Series: Owen & Nathan – part 2
Author: Jay Northcote
Genre: contemporary m/m romance
Length: 35,000 words approx
Release date: Friday 17th April 2015
Publisher: self-published (Jaybird Press)
Editor: Sue Adams
Cover artist: Garrett Leigh


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Series info:

The Marrying Kind is a sequel to The Dating Game. It continues Owen and Nathan’s story, so I recommend you read The Dating Game first. Jay have no firm plans for more stories about Owen and Nathan. The Marrying Kind has a definite happy ending, so please consider their story complete for now.


Nathan wants to put a ring on it, but is Owen the marrying kind?

Two years on from their first date, Owen and Nathan are living together and life is good—except they’re not on the same page about marriage.

A traditionalist at heart, Nathan wants it all: the wedding, the vows, and a pair of matching rings. Owen, on the other hand, believes marriage is old-fashioned and unnecessary. They don’t need a wedding to prove their commitment to each other. Love should be enough on its own.

All it takes is one moment of weakness on a night out to force the issue. Owen finds himself engaged after a half-drunk proposal, and Nathan’s enthusiasm sweeps him along. But as the big day approaches, the mounting tension finally combusts.

If he’s going to save their relationship, Owen will need to decide once and for all if he’s truly the marrying kind.


Nathan glanced surreptitiously at Owen sitting beside him as Jack and Simon spoke their vows. Jack’s voice was quiet but sure, and Simon’s rang out clearly over the assembled crowd.

Owen’s gaze was fixed on the couple, and his eyes were suspiciously bright. As Nathan watched, Owen cleared his throat and wiped what Nathan assumed was a tear out of the corner of his eye.

Nathan suppressed a smile and turned his attention back to the groom and groom. So much for Owen’s protests that he didn’t see the point in weddings and that they were outdated, pointless events that were stupid even for straight couples unless they were religious. Even if he didn’t believe in the principle of marriage—gay or otherwise—it was nice to see he wasn’t totally immune to the emotion of the occasion. Nathan was going to enjoy taking the piss out of Owen later. But in the meantime, he reached for Owen’s hand and squeezed. Owen squeezed back.

Nathan’s eyes were moist too by the time they’d finished. The part where the celebrant said “I now pronounce you husband and husband” really set him off. Simon looked so utterly radiant after he and Jack finally stopped kissing and turned to face the wedding guests, hand in hand. Jack was flushed and awkward compared to Simon. He obviously wasn’t happy being the centre of attention, unlike his new husband, but his smile was genuine and the joy rolled off both of them, touching everyone in the room.

Nathan sighed. Owen’s hand was still in his. Their fingers were tangled together casually—just like their lives. They’d been in a relationship for over two years now, living together for half of that, and Nathan had never been happier. But looking at Simon and Jack, he wanted more. He wanted that. But he was afraid to ask Owen, because he was pretty sure what his answer would be, and it wouldn’t be the one Nathan hoped for.


I was thrilled to discover Jay was writing more of Owen and Nathan’s story. I’d enjoyed The Dating Game and as with most HFN story endings you always wonder what might happen to the happy couple in the future.

In the Marrying Kind, one character embraces the idea of marriage, whereas the other sees it as outdated, nothing more than a piece of paper, and not necessary as they are perfectly content living together and he’d be happy to maintain the status quo with the guy he loves. So, there’s a difference of opinions from the start—perfect for future conflict and angst.

And Jay’s boys happily supply us with plenty of angst-filled moments as they argue and worry about their wedding arrangements. This is so true to life. People have second thoughts about the commitment and finality of the big day, even those who believe they have found their soul mate. Don’t doubt that the boys ever stop loving each other. We still get plenty of hot bedroom scenes and tender moments within the story. We also get to build a wider picture of the characters and their family situations as the wedding plans get underway.

I’d guessed how the conflict would resolve itself before it actually happened as Jay had planted clues along the way, but that didn’t lessen my enjoyment of the book. Their story was rounded-off beautifully in my opinion.

(A copy of this book was given in exchange for an honest review.)


Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her husband, two children, and two cats.
She comes from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content. One day, she decided to try and write a short story–just to see if she could–and found it rather addictive. She hasn’t stopped writing since.

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Craving Stains by Alina Popescu

Blog Tour and Guest Post – Craving Stains by Alina Popescu.

I’d like to welcome friend and fellow Wayward Ink Publishing author, Alina Popescu, as she stops by on her blog tour.

Where I find inspiration

To write stories, I need to be inspired. Otherwise, typing even a measly hundred words can turn into a dreadful chore. Luckily, finding inspiration is a lot more easier than finding all the time I need to write. Every little thing I run across can turn into a story idea, but some sources are more effective than others and I try to revisit them as often as I can. So I thought to share a few of my go-to sources, as knowing how to jolt your muse awake always comes in handy.

Folklore and myths

These are absolutely awesome when I try to write something that’s either fantasy or supernatural in nature. I don’t have a favorite source, it can be Greek mythology, or Egyptian, or Sumerian, or Christian (that was the case for the Lost Angels series). Folklore is also amazing at times, as some of the strangest stories are passed on through it.

My werewolf series Tales of the Werewolf Tribes—of which you’ll get the first sample in early July with Strength to Let Go—started out after I researched the myth of the Dacian great white wolf. That somehow turned into the Dacian Wolf alpha and now there are about four books planned in this series.

Gadgets and science shows

I love reading news about gadgets, seeing concept designs and finding out everything about tech advancements. Science shows, either those explaining things or those exploring theories, are another fun way of getting inspired for futuristic stories. I’d add medical or anatomy features here, as sometimes they can lead to quite interesting plots.

Books and movies

I read quite a bit and I watch a few movies each month. I should also add TV shows. I find them inspiring as I stumble across ideas or concepts or philosophical or moral dilemmas that I’d solve differently. Reading across genres and watching movies and shows of all kinds is probably why I don’t ever stick to one genre when I write, so there!

Manga, anime, and animations in general

Manga and anime are a great source of inspiration for me. Maybe because there are a lot of supernatural and scifi series out there. Maybe because they vary from incredibly sweet to very dark. But the worlds I’ve discovered in this genre are always impressive. I find comic books and animations in general great at depicting alternative worlds, fantasy or science fiction, in a way that not very many movies can, not without a lot of money thrown into it.

Music and visual arts

Lyrics or a melody will always be a great source of inspiration for me. Devil’s Trill had a lot to do with my Lost Angels series. Simply because it led me to thinking about the nature of temptation, about what constitutes a sin, and what defines pure feelings.

Sometimes a painting or a photo can inspire a character or an entire story. It happened with the photo of a forest where the trees all had yellow leaves. It created a whole new assassin type of character for a science fiction piece I was working on.

I hope this either helps you find your own inspiration or, at the very least, gives you a better sense of where my stories come from 🙂


Title: Craving Stains

Author: Alina Popescu

Length: novella

Genre: gay, gay fiction, science fiction, paranormal, gay romance

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing



Wynn Brenwood has been trapped by his mother since birth, shut away in a sterile, hospital-like apartment.

Is it her desire to keep him safe that sees him locked up in his pristine cage? Or are her motives less innocent and well-intentioned?

Wynn longs to break free to experience the world he sees beyond his window.

Desperate to escape, he meets Doyle, a handsome, leather-clad, and enigmatic stranger.

But is Doyle real, or is he just a figment of Wynn’s imagination?


I MUST have fallen asleep at some point, Wynn thought. He must have slid into this dream, surely, as that was the only explanation for the room he was currently in. A bed with dark silk sheets took up most of the room, flanked by two nightstands. A stained pizza box was thrown on one of them. On its path to the nightstand, the box had knocked down a can of soda, the liquid a messy stain on the carpet. Clothes were piled up all over the chair and desk next to the window. Wynn would guess there was a pretty old laptop under that messy pile of garments, but he couldn’t be sure.

The door was flung open and a dark shadow entered the room. As it approached Wynn, he could tell it was a man. Tall, dark, and generally huge. Wynn gripped the window pane he was leaning against. He lifted his gaze to the man’s face, and a sly grin greeted him. The man’s dark brown eyes swam with mischief, and his full lips parted to reveal a bright smile. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, and Wynn suddenly found it hard to breathe. He stalked closer and Wynn finally noticed what he was wearing: combat boots, black leather pants, and an old leather jacket over his bare upper body. Muscles bulged under his olive skin, and Wynn couldn’t suppress the urge to lick his lips, his nostrils flaring at the stranger’s spicy, masculine scent.

“And who might you be? All alone here in my room. That’s not a very safe place to be in, kid,” the man warned in a deep rumble.

Goose bumps quickly covered Wynn’s skin from his neck to his shoulders and down his arms. He blinked a few times, trying to remember his name and to get some words out. The man’s reached out to his face, cupping it. His thumb brushed Wynn’s cheek, and he swore he could have swooned at the touch. His very first touch from someone who was not a doctor or his mother.

“I… I… sorry, I don’t know how I got here,” he whispered. “I’m Wynn.”

“Doyle,” the man said firmly, right before his lips crushed Wynn’s in a bruising kiss.

Wynn gasped and clung to the stranger’s leather jacket, distracted by the surprisingly soft material. A warm tongue pushed past his lips and found his own, swirling around it. Wynn’s knees went weak, and he whimpered. He was falling, and embarrassment was his only emotion. Strong arms caught him. Doyle chuckled, and Wynn felt the tremors in his body.Well, at least I can amuse the man.

“Feeling okay, Wynn? You look like you’re about to faint like a teenage girl after her first kiss.”

Doyle’s teasing should have embarrassed him further, but the man’s voice made Wynn shiver, heat pooling in his groin, his stomach twisting painfully.

“Hey, stay with me,” Doyle demanded, shaking him a little. As Wynn was still having a little trouble breathing properly and holding himself up, the stranger helped him to the bed, pushing him down to sit on it.

“That couldn’t have been your first kiss,” Doyle said, arching an eyebrow and pushing back a little to give Wynn a once over. “I know it’s my birthday, but did they pick up a virgin for me?”

“Pick up a virgin?” Repeating Doyle’s words didn’t help him much, but Wynn still felt like saying it over and over again. What was the man talking about? “I am a virgin, but no one picked me up. Like I said, I don’t know how I got here.”

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Writer, traveler, and coffee addict, Alina Popescu has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and she has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm. Born and raised in Romania, she finds her inspiration in books of all genres, in movies, and the occasional manga comic book. She is a proud geek who needs her fast Internet and gadgets more than she needs air.

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Brothers LaFon: Crucial Lessons by Joseph Lance Tonlet


 Brothers LaFon: Crucial Lessons

Part One of the Brothers LaFon Series

Joseph Lance Tonlet

Novellette: 16,000+ words / 56 pages
Genre(s): Gay, Erotica, Psychological Thriller

Alexander LaFon lives a nightmare, but he deals with it. Deals with the fact that his mother abandoned him as an infant, deals with the fact that his father is never home, and deals with the fact that his older brother, Jeremiah, tortures him.

He dreams of escaping his mobile-home prison and finding a normal life. Of breaking free of his agony, finding a woman to love, becoming a teacher.

But some horrors you can never outrun. There’s nowhere to hide. Some nightmares chase you in your sleep and steal your freedom like a brutal thief. Some brothers never give up and never answer why.


This book contains graphic violence, gay erotica, non-consensual sex, forced submission, incest, child abuse, and animal cruelty.

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This first part of Jeremiah and Alex’s story is a superbly written, dark and gripping tale. It begins and ends in the present. In between, are scenes from the brothers’ childhood, from when they are young boys and in their late teens. We discover in graphic detail how Jeremiah gains control over his younger brother, both physically as well as mentally, has him living in fear of punishment and desperately wanting to beg for his brother to stop this abuse. Alex learns what his brother wants and succumbs to his routines. We witness this forced submission, the pain Alex endures and the scars that are inflicted for Jeremiah’s gratification, sexual and otherwise. Jeremiah is unpredictable in his words and deeds, and like Alex, we don’t know what he will do next. And this makes for superb and arousing reading.

So yes, the story contains animal cruelty, incest and a sadistic psychopath who is turned on by his own violent actions. But for me, there’s another aspect to this story and I’m hoping this will be explored in subsequent parts. Despite Jeremiah claiming he hated his younger brother and needed to cause him pain and humiliation, there’s an undercurrent of an erotic connection between these boys. I’m wondering if this will be the next stage of their relationship, building on the fear and the routines from their past.

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Joseph is a born and raised Southern Californian—with a twenty-year stint of living in the Midwest. He loves the laid-back lifestyle of San Diego and considers himself lucky to live where people dream of vacationing.

A lifelong reader of m/m fiction, he began his writing career one night sitting at his MacBook and has never looked back. He writes to bring the characters he dreams about to life.

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The Eye And The Arm by Andrew Q. Gordon


New release from Andrew Q. Gordon


Title: The Eye And The Arm

Series: Champion of the Gods Book 2



After defeating Meglar at Belsport, Farrell returns to Haven to recover from his injuries, but Khron, the god of war, has other ideas. He gives Farrell a new mission: free the survivors of the ancient dwarf realm of Trellham from their three-thousand-year banishment. To fulfill Khron’s near impossible task, Farrell will need the help of his distance ancestor, the legendary wizard Kel. But Kel has been dead for a thousand years.

Farrell finds information hinting that Kel is alive, so he moves his search to Dumbarten, Kel’s birthplace. To reach Dumbarten unannounced, Farrell and Miceral disguise themselves as mercenaries on board a merchant vessel. Their journey is disrupted when pirates attack their ship. While attempting to subdue the attack, Farrell is struck down by one of Meglar’s minions.

Unconscious and trapped in his own mind, Farrell’s only chance for survival rests with Miceral and the peregrine king Rothdin entering his thoughts and helping him sort fact from illusion. To reach Farrell, they will need to rely on an untested spell from one of Kel’s spellbooks. If they succeed, Miceral can guide Farrell home safely. If not, Farrell will destroy not only himself, but Miceral, Rothdin, and everyone around him.

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Length: 99,775 words/296 Pages

Release Date: April 14, 2015

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“Relax, my friend.” Klissmor’s presence calmed Miceral’s growing anxiety. “You won’t feel my presence.”

Miceral took a deep breath. “Will I be able to hear?”

“Every word. Ready?”

“No, but let’s do it.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“I need your eyes open for everyone to see.”

He snapped his lids open, blinking several times before could focus again. “Sorry.”

“Master Teberus.” Miceral knew the words came from him, but as promised, he didn’t feel anything. “I have Masters Erstad and Wesfazial as well as Wizard-Priestess Glendora. Ask your questions to Miceral and we four will also hear you.”

“Astounding.” The elder Arlefor glanced at the high priestess. “All four at once?”

“Wizard.” Miceral had heard that tone enough to know Klissmor’s mood. “Maintaining this link, this far away with this many minds, is a strain. If we are to save Farrell, you must focus on him.”

“Of course. My apologies.” Teberus bowed deeply. “My examination of the one who did this to Farrell confirmed that he is no wizard.”

“Then how in the eight gates of Neblor did that man defeat Farrell?” Even though Teberus couldn’t know, Miceral recognized the voice as Wesfazial’s.

“The obvious answer is the correct one. A wizard gave this man the weapon.”

“But Farrell could defeat all four of us and all the other wizards you brought with you and not be tested.” Erstad’s steady temperament sounded tested. “No weapon used by a nonwizard should be capable of this.”

Teberus raised the crest of his hairless eyebrow. “But since that is what happened, we must use it as the basis of our search for a cure.”

No one answered. As the silence dragged on, Miceral’s anxiety slowly returned. If Haven’s senior wizards didn’t know what to do, who could?

“Tell us what happened.” Erstad’s request almost didn’t register with Miceral.

“No,” Klissmor said. “Show them. Let them see the memory.”

Miceral closed his eyes and focused on reliving the attack. The clarity of the image caused his chest to tighten, making it hard to breathe. He knew the result, but watching it again, almost in slow motion, added to his agony.

When the image played over again, he realized Klissmor must have been guiding his thoughts.

“My apologies, old friend—the need is great.” Klissmor’s voice didn’t interrupt the stream of images.

“Do whatever you need. Just find a way to save Farrell.”

“Your friends are doing all they can. Have faith that Lenore will send us what we need.”

When the memory started for the third time, he didn’t find any comfort in Klissmor’s assertion. The Six wouldn’t—couldn’t—help. He needed something that didn’t exist—a great wizard like Heminaltose or Kel.

“In theory, I recognize the magic.” Erstad sounded confused. “But I’ll need to find a reference to be sure.”

“What about Farrell?” He knew he shouted, or at least what Farrell told him passed for shouting, but he couldn’t prevent it. “He could be dead before you find that.”

“It can’t be helped, Miceral. I need to be sure before I suggest a counterspell. If I’m wrong, whatever I try might kill him.”

“He is in no immediate danger.” Teberus put his hand on Farrell’s forehead. “But my fear is the number of spells that draw on him for power. I can only give him but so much. If he doesn’t wake, his body will burn out.”

“Do what you can, Master Teberus. We’ll begin searching immediately and contact you when we find the answer.” When Erstad stopped speaking, Klissmor’s presence left with him.

“Hurry. Please.” Miceral knew no one heard him.


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

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


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New Release ~ The Island Keepers by Kristopher Quentin

 Release Day for Kristopher Quentin’s

The Island Keepers.



They could hardly have been less alike.

David is striking, tanned, smooth, charismatic, blond with an ice melting smile, and possesses an unmistakable gift as a fiction writer, even at twenty-one. Wyatt looks as plain as paper, short by comparison, mildly hairy, white as a ghost, graceless, a celebrated oil painter. He is single and he is out. David, raised a strict evangelical fundamentalist, is embarrassed by his own virginity. Both men are sent to Puffin Island and, within days of their arrival a young woman washes ashore, frozen and unresponsive after her kayak crashes against the rocks.

David and Wyatt save her life. Days later, Wyatt is charged with rape. While the authorities investigate, the woman’s nineteen year old identical twin brothers paddle their way to Puffin to teach Wyatt a lesson. Their goal, to avenge their sister.

The bond between David and Wyatt increases during island duty, and just when things seem as good as they can get, David distances himself from Wyatt. During David’s absence, Wyatt meets a hometown computer whiz who makes it quite clear that he wants Wyatt for himself. But, David’s heart struggles with his imbedded childhood dogma and lethally homophobic parents, propelling him to establish an unthinkable bond of love with Wyatt, and, when the inthinkable happens, Wyatt is once more left alone and he moves forward because there is a lot at stake.   He turns to the most unlikeliest of characters to fill the void, a person who will teach him an important lesson; that love is all about choice and on making a decision, he must sacrifice a need that had been created by his past with David.



from The Island Keepers

Thayne wasn’t next to me.

Gradually, I awoke, the reality setting in that his side of the bed was empty.

I figured he’d simply crawled out to take a leak. I knew he needed to leave early, about seven my time, to be at work by eight-thirty his time. Minutes later I discovered the head vacant and that it wasn’t even four forty-five, yet. I could not find him anywhere in the apartment. I hoped to spot him on the balcony searching for dawn’s early lights, but no; still far too early even in this mid-August time frame.

My angst bubbled over when I saw his vehicle wasn’t in the car park.

“What the fuck?” I shouted.

Did he get a phone call in the night summoning him home? Upstairs I scrounged for my cell phone, searched for a hand written note, not that it would be like him to write one. But lo, tucked into the handle of the coffee pot, where I couldn’t miss it, I found one of my index cards.

My name is Thayne, not David. You ain’t near ready for me.

“What the fuck?”

I tried his cell phone, but he had turned it off, sending my pounding heart directly to his voice mailbox.

“Thayne, what happened? Call me. Please.” I prepared a pot of coffee and plopped onto the sofa. My deductive abilities prior to caffeine were near nil. Did I do something or say something during the night that offended him? I sipped on the hot black liquid as my head gradually drifted back into the game of life. I took my cell into the bathroom with the ringer volume on high, hoping he’d call while I showered. I needn’t have bothered. No call came in, so after dressing, I called him again. His phone remained off and being this hour on a Monday morning business calls were unlikely. I suspected it would remain off for hours. But why? What could I have said or done to cause such a dramatic reaction. I read his note again, and a thought came rushing over me like the cascading waters of Dickson Falls in Fundy National Park.

How do you fix something like that? Or could Thayne be spot on, that I wasn’t ready for him? I vaguely remembered kissing and cuddling him in the middle of the night.

I must have called him David, but what else did I say? What else did I do? Did I attempt sex with him thinking of him as David; telling “David” how much I loved him, and how thankful I was that he returned to me?

Oh, I could see that happening, but I had no independent recollection of such an event. I swallowed more coffee. Conversely, I also knew that in times of trouble my mind worked overtime creating a litany of worst possible scenarios like when they charged me with raping Brenda and I saw myself on a chain gang with a pick-axe.

So maybe I did none of those things, just like I never raped Brenda. Maybe I said something earlier in the day that stewed in his mind. Thayne’s inferiority complex could be an undetonated grenade in times of stress. I wondered what time he left and how far he had travelled toward home. Hopefully that’s where he was headed.

After making more coffee, I tried calling him again, this time while sitting on the pot. I might as well have been sitting on Neptune. The results were the same.

Standing on the veranda overlooking the bay I used the peaceful scenery to think. No, think is too strong a word. I stood there for an hour watching the lights, listening to the neighborhood birds protesting their predawn duties, filling the early morning airwaves with their unique and varied songs. I was in no mood for all that screeching and chirping and pecking and warbling and hooting this morning. Normally, I enjoyed the early avian sounds of nature, but I could find nothing in that cacophony to savor at this moment.

I reached for my wallet, car keys, and cell phone, pocketing them with a couple of pens, index cards and a handkerchief to help me deal with the allergies that fucked with my nose and throat this time of year, ragweed now coming into full bloom.

Seated in my parked car, I palmed my phone to try Thayne once again, spotting an inbound voice mail.

I knew who originated it without listening. I felt like a man with his hands tied behind his back, a hood over his head and a rope around his neck.

“Wyatt, do not call me no more. After your love affair with David last night I know you are too sweet on him to care about your ignorant hick even a little. I know I’s just a stand in for David. Nothing more. And it smarts so bad I can’t takes it.”

The trap door opened.

I fell into a deep and dark malaise, choking on my own conflict and phlegm.

My head crashed into the steering wheel.

I screamed.

Anyone walking past my vehicle in the darkness of that predawn hour would have thought I had escaped from the psychiatric ward.

I remembered David walking out on me once, too; that Sunday back in November, 2010, leaving me alone at the Lord Beaverbrook Hotel in Fredericton; also because of another guy.


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Kristopher, in a nutshell, please describe what The Island Keepers is about.

Young love interspersed with tragedy on an ocean bound speck of land that exists in a political limbo.

Population two.

The five main characters are: David, a born-again Evangelical and wannabe novelist; Wyatt, an out and proud gay guy, an oil painter with some impressive regional credits; Thayne and Shayne, a set of identical uneducated twins brothers; and the island itself, where they come to know one another, sometimes under difficult circumstances brought about, in part, by their upbringings and diversified live styles.. A weather related kayak crash and a tobacco induced lung disorder create challenges, as well. The lads are all about twenty-years old, plus or minus.

Where do you write?

Wherever I am, usually my office well before sunrise. But I’ve written in motel rooms, aboard cruise ships, as a guest at friends’ homes and in my car parked along the banks of a river.

What led up to the creation of The Island?

An accident, I guess. I was looking for a new story to tell when, on the internet, I stumbled across this geopolitical anomaly not all that far from where I live. Learning that two men lived on that barren island alone for twenty-eight day stretches, triggered days of mind opening research, months of writing and editing, and fantasy galore. The fun part was creating the characters and the circumstances that are their lives.

What was the time frame for writing The Island?

The first draft was written between March 17 and June 18, 2012. It has been edited time and time again since, by me and others. The story begins in October, 2010.

How did you find your agent?

I was seeking an editor / proof reader, and this wonderful dude from RSA (Republic of South Africa) responded to my pathetic internet plea (Gay, warning me he was a harsh, hard-nosed editor. He turned out to be a genius and a pussycat (but not without claws).

What were your 1-2 biggest learning experience(s) or surprise(s) throughout the publishing process?

That “content editors” can be so ignorant and biased. When an editor tells me I can only use the word “rhubarb” to reference a plant, or challenges the fact that Jamaican or Irish coffee contain alcohol, tells me the French preposition “de” is a racial slur, or eliminates two of the four principle characters, this author’s confidence level takes a hard hit. When the publisher backs-up such empty-headedness, I run out of gas.

Looking back, what did you do right that helped you break in?

I came to know one Louis J. Harris better and better. He’s a crack editor, an excellent grammarian a wonderful cheerleader, a literary advisor, a hardworking agent, and is now my publisher. His husband, Louis C. Harris is insightful and artistically creative. Look at the cover on this book. I hope to meet these dudes in person someday.

Did you have a platform in place? On this topic, what are you doing to build a platform and gain readership?

I don’t know. This is my first rodeo and being closeted I find myself between a rock and a hard place. Certainly learning to use social media will be vital as will placing copies on consignment at bookstores. Scheduling book signing events, perhaps in conjunction with other authors if any are willing to be seen with me. These are my only thoughts at the moment.


Facebook, Twitter, Gay Authors. I’m sure there are others.

Best piece(s) of writing advice?

Write what you know, chill on the adverbs, shun the clichés, show don’t tell, don’t screw up what person you are writing in, or get lost in your own timeline…particularly as you edit, research every detail you question. And remember active verbs beat the sperm out of passive verbs.

Something personal about you people may be surprised to know?

My main man and I have been together for more than thirty-years, and I’m a biological father and grandfather.

What’s next?

I’ve written three other M/M novels, so I’m hoping THE ISLAND KEEPERS is successful enough that having another one or two or three published is less of an uphill exercise. And yes, I’m ninety-two pages in a fourth.

Book Interview

Considering the length of The Island Keepers, what kind of research went into it?

Lots. While I live and work within a stone’s throw of Canada, I am not a Canadian. I researched every aspect of the island in question (it does really exist, but it’s not on the map as “Puffin Island”). I studied its size, history, bird life, “guards,” sovereignty…or lack of it, its landscape, and geographical position in relation to other land masses. It also involved hours of reading about the province of New Brunswick, the city of Saint John, the town of Grand Falls, and the tiny town of Cutler in Maine. In fact I undertook special trips to the island, Saint John, NB, Cutler and Machias for background and color. I’d been to Grand Falls many times before.

Research about the Canadian Coast Guard, Saint John Regional Hospital, the New Brunswick Correctional Center, the University of New Brunswick, New Brunswick criminal law, COPD, painting with oils, and the life cycle and habits of Atlantic puffins also joyfully consumed my time. Aspects such as border crossing formalities, the Trans-Canada Highway and other geo-political references were familiar to me.

Since the characters are all imaginary there was no research per se, just note taking so I was consistent with each of their features, backgrounds, phobias, likes and dislikes, and goals in life.

The Geopolitical references to the Island are very important because the island itself is a character in the book. How have things changed there since you began writing the book.

I know of no changes on the real-life island itself. It is still claimed by both the U.S. and Canada. It continues to be staffed by two male Canadian Coast Guard employees. I read where the puffin population was down last summer. Some claim a food shortage for them due to climate change.

David, to me, is the most wonderful character I have ever read. I place him in the same bracket as Billy Sive in The Front Runner, how do you develop such amazing characters?

David was a fantasy character, the “man of my dreams.” His COPD mirrors my own life as was his desire to publish a novel.

Wyatt is just awesome, he’s a very sexual person, could his nature be drawn from real life characters whom you may have known?

Yes. More a composite of a few people I’ve met over the years, some from my college days. As sexual as you see him, he was not a slut; indeed he was a virtual virgin until finding himself on the island with David.

The relationship between Wyatt and Thayne is a slow burn, but necessary as both loved David albeit in different ways, would you say that their coming together was foreseen right from the moment Wyatt met him?

No. Wyatt was totally committed to, and enthralled by David, even though he had “bad thoughts” from time to time. Thayne had no idea he was gay until sometime after meeting Wyatt and David. He had no idea he was sexual at all except for an occasional JO. But witnessing true love made both twins realize how incomplete their lives were. Filling that void the way they did was undoubtedly genetic.

The end of the book is absolutely stunning and emotional. In fact there are several moments in the book which I classify as highly emotional. Do you write emotion from an emotional point of view? What I mean is, do you cry too when you write emotional moments?

I weep when I see animals in distress, especially the wee ones. But I can have an emotional breakdown for weeks on end if (when) I need to have one of my dogs put down. In terms of my characters, I come to cherish (most of) them, especially my protagonists / narrators and their supporters. I feel them, their joys and defeats, their heartaches, and their losses. And yes, I’m a big crybaby.

The Island is a wonderful story of love, loss and tragedy, yet it ends on a note of uplifting hope. What would you tell David if you were to meet him in real life?

“David,” I’d say. “I wish I could be just like you, minus the respiratory problems and the religious history.”

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Message from CoolDudes Publishing CEO

When I first read The Island Keepers two years ago, I fell in love with the leviathan scope of the novel. It took me to places I have never been, it enthralled me and blew me away. The book has been five years in the making and during that time it has been through several edits. Without giving too much away, you have my assurance that the characters and the island itself will leave you with a lingering sense of joy, and above all hope. There is such a thing as true love.

Debut author Kristopher Quentin lives a quiet life close to this island.

You won’t want to miss this amazing book to be published on the 1st April. Available through Amazon, and the CoolDudes Publishing website.

Louis J Harris

March 2015

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Kristopher Quentin has been writing for decades. He is a businessman and journalist by trade, a man up at 3:45 every weekday morning for a stint on the news desk; a little earlier on weekends to write fiction in his man cave.

An upstate New Yorker by birth, he now lives in the most rural area of far Maine, USA, on 54-acres of land: wooded, lawns, driveways, and a few buildings including his four thousand square foot home which he calls the white house; because it is.

His property is home to moose, deer, rabbits, raccoons, porcupines, fox, weasels, black bears, and one Bard owl. He loves reading gay romances among other forms of fiction; non-fiction; and memoirs most of which he considers to be fictional. Traveling, dining out, boat riding are among his passions; that and flying his own single engine airplane when he was younger.

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…


Title: Out of Order

Author: Eric Gober

Length: short story

Genre: M/M, gay romance, contemporary

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing


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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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.


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.

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Guest Author ~ Mia Kerick

A warm welcome to Mia Kerick whose YA novel, Inclination, is released today.

Hello, Lily and thank you for welcoming me to your blog on my Inclination blog tour. You asked me if I have a philosophy that underpins my life and I can definitely say yes. I will explain.

The philosophy that underpins my life…

When I wrote The Red Sheet I did a great deal of research about Mahatma Gandhi. His words of wisdom and his courageous life philosophy spoke to me. I often referred to his humble philosophies as I wrote that book. And in Inclination, principles similar to Gandhi’s speak to Anthony, although he hears them through the words of Jesus Christ.


Where there is love there is life. To me, this says it all, because I interpret this statement to cover so much essential ground. Where there is love, there is peace. And a peaceful world allows for life to go on. When you love or feel loved, you feel alive—euphoric and content, which allows you to live life to its fullest. And love is what it takes to carry us through the hardest moments in our life. Love is a reason, a purpose, an endpoint, and a path to get there. In Inclination, Anthony is motivated to continue plodding through his struggles because of the love he feels in his life. His love of God, his family, and his friends provide him with the joy of life, as well as with a reason to hope when his outlook is bleak.


Be the change you wish to see in the world. This quotation requires you to live in the way in which you envision the world to be at its best. You cannot merely think about the changes you wish to see—you need to actually BE THEM. In Inclination, this is hard for Anthony to do as he is a thinker, a writer, a listener, and a truly cerebral person. He needs to stand up and act on his beliefs in order to make positive change occur for himself, as well as for others. He needs to step out of the safety of his comfort zone and be the change. These words of Gandhi are similar to this message of Jesus Christ. So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead. (James 2:17) And this: My dear children, let us not love in word, neither with the tongue, but in deed and in truth. (I John 3:18) Anthony knows that he must stand up and act in the interest of the good of mankind.


The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness Is The Attribute of the Strong. Forgiveness may well be an attribute of the strong, but it is a gift, as much as for the one who offers forgiveness as for the one forgiven. It is a balm on the wound of the injury done to you. Gandhi’s attitude toward forgiveness again brings to mind the words of Jesus. Then Peter came up and said to him, “Lord, how often will my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times?” Jesus said to him, “I do not say to you seven times, but seventy times seven. (Matthew 18:21-22) In Inclination, Anthony is called on to be forgiving of himself, as well as of people he has long considered to be his friends. He also has need of forgiveness, which is freely given.


For many people, standing alone is about the most intimidating thing they can be asked to do. Gandhi knows that finding the courage to stand alone in the interest of doing the right thing is very difficult but must be done. And as far as Inclination goes, Anthony knows that Jesus had to stand by himself when he was crucified and died for the world’s sins. And Anthony must stand alone at various times throughout his struggle with accepting his sexual orientation. There are times when it is necessary to stand alone in order to start off on the right path.


I love and believe in the above statement because it speaks to the very essence of goodness. We can look at it in terms of a country’s greatness, and we can also think of this quotation in terms of an individual’s greatness. If I am strong and powerful, I should not be judged by how I relate to those who are like me—those who can benefit me if I benefit them. I should be judged by how I treat those who can never even hope to pay me back, because that is the true spirit of selflessness and goodness. Anthony knows that Christ lived a life of selfless service, never once wondering how or if he would be rewarded. Anthony wants to live as Christ did, a life of life of service and giving. This ties into the following quotation, which is what both Christ and Gandhi believe we should all attempt to achieve.


There are times when the research I do for a book profoundly affects me. The research into Gandhi’s philosophy for The Red Sheet, as well as my searching into the words of Jesus Christ for Inclination, both qualify. In these two humble, wise, and virtuous men, I found similar inspiration and life principles I can strive for.




Inclination by Mia Kerick

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Publisher: YoungDudes Publishing

Cover Artist: Louis C. Harris

Length: 70, 000 words

Genres: Young Adult, Gay, Romance, Christian, Spiritual, Contemporary


Sixteen-year-old Anthony Duck-Young Del Vecchio is a nice Catholic boy with a very big problem. It’s not the challenge of fitting in as the lone adopted South Korean in a close-knit family of Italian-Americans. Nor is it being the one introverted son in a family jam-packed with gregarious daughters. Anthony’s problem is far more serious—he is the only gay kid in Our Way, his church’s youth group. As a high school junior, Anthony has finally come to accept his sexual orientation, but he struggles to determine if a gay man can live as a faithful Christian. And as he faces his dilemma, there are complications. After confiding his gayness to his intolerant adult youth group leader, he’s asked to find a new organization with which to worship. He’s beaten up in the church parking lot by a fanatical teen. His former best pal bullies him in the locker room. His Catholic friends even stage an intervention to lead him back to the “right path.” Meanwhile, Anthony develops romantic feelings for David Gandy, an emo, out and proud junior at his high school, who seems to have all the answers about how someone can be gay and Christian, too.

Will Anthony be able to balance his family, friends and new feelings for David with his changing beliefs about his faith so he can live a satisfying life and not risk his soul in the process?

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I’ll pass on the Kool-Aid, thank you

It sounds like a joke, but it’s all true. Every student who volunteers his or her time on a weekly basis at an animal shelter, a hospital, or a home for the elderly receives a free lunch on the last Monday of the month, putting to rest the veracity (got that word on the last SAT practice test I took at my desk in my bedroom the other day) of the old idiom, “There’s no such thing as a free lunch.” And as I spend every Sunday afternoon patting and playing with cats at the Centerton Humane Society, I qualify. If nothing else, it gives Mom a day off from making me lunch.

“It was so disgusting.”

I drop down into my usual seat in the cafeteria beside Laz, my tray with the bowl of free macaroni and cheese, a slice of bread, and milk, sliding onto the lunch table in front of me. “The mac and cheese?” I ask. “Last time I had it the stuff wasn’t too bad.” It’s not one of Mom’s gourmet lunches, but it gets the job done.

“No, Anthony.” Emma Gillis rolls her eyes and swallows her bite of free mac and cheese she earned by reading classics to the elderly on Saturday mornings at the New Horizons Elderly Center. She gulps in a breath and informs me with her usual haughtiness, “I was telling everybody about these two old men I read to last Saturday who think they are some kind of couple. They actually kissed each other.” She fake-gags.

“I threw up a little in my mouth when I saw that!”

For my own personal reasons, I gasp, while everybody else snickers.

“Those old dudes must be losing it, as in, they could have Alzheimer’s or something, and they forgot that dudes belong with ladies, not other dudes.” I glance over at Lazarus, who abruptly stops babbling to suck down the first of three cartons of chocolate milk. “But seriously, that’s messed up.” Laz wrinkles his nose in distaste and runs his hands through his shaggy dark hair, before moving on to carton number two.

I’m basically frozen, my hand still hovering over the slice of wheat bread on the corner of my tray, my mouth hanging open. I might even be drooling.

“It’s not their fault, Emma.” Elizabeth-the-devout always takes the case of the underdog. It’s how she’s wired. “They’re just sick in their minds.” She sends Emma a you-ought-to-be-ashamed-of yourself sort of frown. “We, as Catholics, are called to compassion.”

Everyday single day at lunch since freshman year, I’ve sat with the kids from the Our Way youth group. In fact, the other kids in my grade have long referred to our lunch table as “Our Way to Survive Cafeteria Food”, which somewhere along the line got shortened to the “OWSCF Table”, which eventually morphed into “awe-scoff”. I have always felt safe and secure sitting at the awe-scoff table. These are the kids I’ve prayed with three times a week at Our Way, and the ones who I was confirmed with in ninth grade. I’ve collected toys for the poor with these kids—in fact, for three years running we’ve made sure that no child in Wedgewood missed out on having a small stack of Christmas gifts, and that brings about some major bonding. We’ve shared weekends camping in the Maine woods, singing and holding hands and sometimes crying when the Spirit moved us.

This is my safe spot at school, like my tiny room is my alone spot at home.

“If you ask me, all fags deserve to die for going against Christ and everything that’s natural. They should be forced to drink poison Kool-Aid, like those cultists had to do down in Jonestown…’member that?” Is that Rinaldo Vera who just suggested mass murder as the “final solution” to the gay problem?

Sweet, passive Rinaldo—the gentle giant. Um, not so much.

“I saw a TV movie called the Jonestown Massacre.”

“I caught that too…those people were warped.”

The conversation drifts away from the vileness of homosexuality, toward the disturbing personal stories of the few survivors of the Jim Jones Cult Kool-Aid Massacre. But I’ve heard more than enough, in terms of stuff that pertains to me.

Feeling as if I’m going to lose what little lunch I ate, I jump up off my chair and race toward the boys’ room in the hall near the cafeteria.

Maybe there really is no such thing as a free lunch.

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Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty-two years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.

Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young people and their relationships, and she believes that physical intimacy has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press, Harmony Ink Press, and CreateSpace for providing her with alternate places to stash her stories.

Mia is a social liberal and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of human rights, especially marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.

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Conflict ~ Guest Post by Anna Butler ~ Author of Gyrfalcon

A warm welcome to friend and author, Anna Butler. She’s here to tell you about her new release, Gyrfalcon.

“Conflict is drama, and how people deal with conflict shows you the kind of people they are.”

Stephen Moyer

Where’s a story without a bit of conflict? Flat as the proverbial pancake, that’s where. Without something throwing an obstacle in the main character’s way, something that gets between them and what they want, then where does a story get its excitement and its tension? If there’s no conflict, if the characters have nothing to overcome, then where’s the drama? It would all be sort of meh.

I hate ‘meh’.

I hope I can offer you a bit of drama in Gyrfalcon—in the whole Taking Shield series, in fact. It’s all about conflict on a grand scale: humanity fighting a war to the death with an alien race it has never even *seen*. Gyrfalcon sets the scene there, opening with a Shield Regiment raid on a Maess outpost. Within a paragraph, the hero, Shield Captain Bennet, is fighting for his life against a Maess drone.

Yeah, yeah. So far, so old-school science fiction. Hero brandishing a laser against a big cyborg warrior robot thingie. But you know, while I like explosions and lasers, it’s only takes a few minutes for me to be looking around for something more satisfying than yet another spaceship going belly up in a flash of white flame.

Characters, now. They’re far more fun. Make the conflict human in scale, show me what this character does or that one, and then you have me hooked. Yes, you can still have the big war going on, the flashbangs and explosions and spaceships crashing down onto world in flames. But are you like me, and more interested in the characters who are pulled into the fights, who are flying the spaceships or raiding the Maess’s bases? More interested in who they are and why they’ve ended up as they have, who they love, who they quarrel with, how they grow or even, sadly, how they die?

The war with the Maess is too vast a canvas to see. It rages over dozens of star systems, across hundreds of light years, over a hundred years. But there, in that tiny corner of the canvas, that’s where Bennet and Flynn stand. That’s where Bennet is not only fighting his little corner of a big war, but where he’s dealing with the smaller, but no less demanding conflicts in his life: the demands of duty and service and how they must come first and override his own desires and ambitions, his estrangement from his father and the work they have to do to reach some sort of understanding and forgiveness, the emotionally draining and contorted relationship he has with Joss, his lover of more than eight years now, and the way that Fleet Lieutenant Flynn walks into Bennet’s carefully regulated life of duty and service and turns it on its head so fast that Bennet is dizzy with it. And what’s more, these conflicts aren’t fully resolved in Gyrfalcon. Some of them are never resolved.

Gyrfalcon isn’t a romance, not as you’d think of a m/m romance, but it is a love story. It’s a love story about two people caught up in something huge and threatening, who have to fight their personal battles as well as the big cyborg warrior robot thingies. It’s a love story that plays out over years, not days or weeks or months, against that backdrop of war and loss, where service and honour conflict with love and desire, and where (to quote the immortal Spock) the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one—or two, in this case.

I hope that as you read Gyrfalcon, and the other books in the Taking Shield series, you’ll see that Bennet and Flynn are standing between home and destruction, their lives are all drama and conflict, stress and war—and you’ll come to see what sort of people Bennet and Flynn are with all their strengths and heroics, and above all, their glorious faults.

And maybe, like me, you’ll root for them to have a happy ending. Some day.



Earth’s last known colony, Albion, is fighting an alien enemy. In the first of the Taking Shield series, Shield Captain Bennet is dropped behind the lines to steal priceless intelligence. A dangerous job, and Bennet doesn’t need the distractions of changing relationships with his long-term partner, Joss, or with his father—or with Flynn, the new lover who will turn his world upside-down. He expects to risk his life. He expects the data will alter the course of the war. What he doesn’t expect is that it will change his life or that Flynn will be impossible to forget.


Outside, Bennet turned into the main corridor, heading towards the elevators. Flynn fell in beside him.

“Where are we going?”

“I’m heading back to my quarters to check my shield-suit is charging up and to try and get a few hours sleep. It’s a bit selfish of me to drag you along, but it’s a good opportunity to talk along the way.”


Bennet’s mouth twisted a little. “Listen, Flynn. Commander Caeden has a…a gratifying concern about getting me back. He’s trying very hard to reduce the risks. Very reassuring for me, but I don’t think for a minute that all this really reflects his opinion of your abilities as a pilot and an officer. He’s just caught up on those things that, in his eyes, make you seem a little undependable.”

“Mmn.” Flynn stayed non-committal, but he was gratified that Bennet was taking the trouble to try and mitigate some of the chagrin and hurt that he felt.

“Are you a religious man, Flynn?”

It surprised Flynn into a laugh and a “Hell, no!”

“It’s a Theban thing, I think. They tend to magnify faults out of proportion sometimes, and then all they see is the fault and forget the rest of the person it’s attached to. “

“I know the commander’s Theban. A lot of the crew are… most of ’em maybe. We have a chapel and a priest. Handy for the burials after a battle, I guess.”

Bennet grinned. “I’ll bet. Anyhow, I think those Theban values are at work here. I’ve been on the receiving end of it myself. My family’s Theban, and something I did…” Bennet hesitated, and corrected himself. “Something I am, became the only important thing about me. It wiped out everything else. I know how hard that is to deal with, Flynn. It’s one of the reasons I’m lapsed.”

“I was never in, to lapse.” Flynn followed Bennet into the elevator.

“You haven’t missed much, although the sung High Services are spectacular if you like that kind of thing.” Bennet grinned at him. “Your record, Flynn, is pretty colourful, but the one thing I noticed was that you don’t foul up out there. That’s what matters to me.”

“And Powell doesn’t foul up in here, either. Is that what swung it?”

There was something very odd about Bennet’s grin. “Flynn, trust me. I know exactly what I’m doing here. I don’t want you driving that cutter. I haven’t wanted you driving that cutter ever since the commander objected.”

“Oh.” That hurt. That hurt more than the lack of the commander’s good opinion.

“You’ll be flying my Mosquito, instead.”

The warmth started somewhere in the pit of Flynn’s stomach, spreading out through his body until his ears tingled and his face heated up. “Consolation prize?”

The elevator doors opened. Bennet’s quarters were only a few yards away. Bennet paused at the door. His mouth had twisted into a wry grin that Flynn didn’t quite understand. “No. No, Flynn. I don’t do consolation prizes. I told you. I need you for insurance.” He put his hand on Flynn’s arm. Flynn liked the weight and the warmth. Maybe Bennet noticed, because the hand tightened and there was something in those pale grey eyes that was more than amusement, something that reflected the warmth in Flynn. “Another hour’s simulation practice, Flynn, and then go and relax until it’s time. I’ll be leaving in six hours.”

“I’ll be there to see you off and wish you luck.” Flynn licked dry lips, aware of nothing but the weight of that long-fingered hand and the eyes looking into his.

“I know you will. And you’ll be there to make sure I get back, too.” Bennet released Flynn. “Where it counts, Flynn, I think I can depend on you. I know you’ll be precisely where I want you.” He grinned. “Don’t say anything about using the Mosquito, or they’ll all want a go. I’ve cleared it with the commander. Jordan will be crewing for you and he’s getting the ship ready to go.”


Bennet yawned. “I’m half asleep. See you later.”

“Yeah,” Flynn said, grinning like an idiot. “You will.”


Gyrfalcon is available as an ebook at Wilde City Press

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Anna Butler was a communications specialist for many years, working in UK government departments on everything from marketing employment schemes to running an internal TV service. She now spends her time indulging her love of old-school science fiction. She lives in the ethnic and cultural melting pot of East London with her husband and the Deputy Editor, aka Molly the cockapoo.

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Guest Author ~ Jordan Castillo Price

A warm welcome to guest author, Jordan Castillo Price


Hi, Lily! I’m so pleased and honored that you’ve offered to let me come talk about my new project on your blog. A different format has become do-able lately for indie writers like me, a format that was previously not viable for anyone but bigger publishers, and that’s audio! I’ve only begun producing audiobooks this year, but I’ve already had the first three books in the PsyCop made into audios.

Since I wasn’t sure what PsyCop fans would want to know about the process, I asked readers on Facebook.

Allison asked, “What made you choose the narrator you chose? What about his voice/reading made him the narrator that resonated with you?”

I’m not sure exactly how many auditions I received, maybe ten or twelve, so I didn’t have a gigantic pool of talent to choose from. Although I not only indicated that I wanted a Midwestern accent for Victor Bayne, but Chicago specifically, you’d be surprised how many people with distinctly non-Midwestern accents auditioned. I really can’t imagine why. It probably takes about half an hour or more to record a ten-minute audition. If you’ve got a distinct southern twang and someone’s looking for a Chicago voice, what’s the point of doing the recording? I suppose publishers deal with that all the time, people who send them cookbooks when they publish Urban Fantasy and such. But the process was new for me, so I was intrigued by the results of my call for audition.

Some actors fell into an “almost” category. One actor was really enthusiastic and his voice had a lot of personality, unfortunately there was something East Coast about the way he’d pronounce a word here and there, something that continued to pull me out of the story. There were a few more auditions who were pretty good. I liked the way they accented the words that I was also accenting in my head.

But then Gomez Pugh sent in an audition and totally nailed it.

It’s hard to articulate exactly what the quality of his voice is that captured my imagination. There was no Texas or Jersey or any other inappropriate location lurking in his pronunciation. He sounded just about the right age, so you could buy that he was a fortyish cop from Chicago. And—most important—he sounded world-weary and disillusioned, even though I was having him read a romantic scene. That was what really grabbed me.

Clare London asked, “What do you feel is added to the book by an audio voice?”

I think people process audio and text differently—I know I do. Some folks say they can’t pay attention to an audiobook. I’m the opposite of that. I will forget where I’m driving when an audiobook is playing in the car, because I get so swept away into the storyverse. When my eyes are tired from a day at the computer, and the last thing they want to do is watch TV or read, I love being able to lie back and lose myself in an audio.

What I notice Gomez brings specifically to PsyCop, though, is an elusive tenderness to Vic when he’s dealing with certain people. I think his rapport with his BFF Lisa is striking. There’s a scene in Body and Soul where he’s talking to a victim’s grandmother, where Vic and the old lady don’t even speak the same language. But the tenderness there was so clear it actually choked me up. The ease Vic feels when he’s talking to Maurice really shines through. And the chemistry with Vic and Jacob, particularly in the love scenes, just floors me. So I think what this talented actor is bringing to the books is delicious nuance that reveals layers of characterization in a way that might not always happen with text.

Don’t just take my word for it, come check out the PsyCop audiobooks!

Stream a sample from each book at the PsyCop site

Among the Living


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Criss Cross


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Body & Soul


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Thaw (a PsyCop short)


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Many thanks to Jordan. These sound fascinating. I’ve only just discovered Audible, so will be checking these stories out soon.


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New Release and Guest Post from Edison Hart

A warm welcome to


Congrats on the new release of the second book

in the

More Than Mates‘ series,

Spotting Jake

Spotting Jake new COVER


His dreams of Olympic glory came to nothing, but will gymnast Peter Matskevich have more luck in love? Now at uni, when he’s not studying his books, he’s studying the male talent on campus. After a chance encounter in the campus cafe one day, Peter loses his heart to Jacob Bailey — a theatre arts student with long muscular legs and the face of an angel. When Jake doesn’t even seem to notice him, Peter decides to win him over using his biggest asset. But could his big muscles and gym-junkie lifestyle be exactly what’s scaring Jake away?

My review of Spotting Jake


Another fabulous novella from new and talented author, Edison Hart. I’ve been looking forward to this story since reading his first book and was thrilled to be part of the editing process again.

Set in Australia with different characters and a new situation, Spotting Jake follows the story of Peter and Jake—one muscular, the other lean and athletic— who become ‘more than mates’. Although they’ve seen each other around campus before, the two guys meet regularly in the university gym, but try not to give away they are checking the other out over the weights and exercise equipment. When they finally get talking, it is clear the attraction is mutual. Friendship blooms as does the lust for each other.

Edison Hart writes from the heart, giving the reader hot and sexily written scenes along with a very enjoyable plot that makes you chuckle at times. The characters are real and the emotions their story engenders makes this novella a fantastic read. I can thoroughly recommend this book.


Tell us a little about yourself, Edison

The book that holds everlasting resonance…

There’s a long list here, but there’s an unlikely one that stands out — Stephen Fry’s early autobiography, Moab is my Washpot. I read it when I was 16. It was the first book I ever read in which a boy fell in love with (was besotted with) another boy. It wasn’t fiction. It was real. It was the first time I knew I was not alone. I was a boy from the bush. There was no one gay in my life — no real gay characters on television (Mr Humphries in ‘Are You Being Served?’ didn’t really cut it for me). It was a revelation. I was normal. I was going to be OK.

 The film you can watch time and time again…

Being a massive Anglophile, I’m a sucker for all the Richard Curtis films; Notting Hill, Four Weddings and a Funeral, etc. I’m also mad keen on classic Hollywood. But Four Weddings is the one I love the most.

The person who influenced you the most…

My Grandmother. She’s a woman of 82 and my best friend. Our family have thrown a lot of modern problems at her over the years and she’s taken them all in her stride and has shown us all how to love unconditionally. I grew up on a farm and she lived in the house across the paddock — so she practically raised me. I’m in London and she’s in outback Australia and we natter for hours on the phone, just like the schoolgirls we are at heart.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity…

I’m mad keen on architecture. I sometimes go on holidays based around the recent additions to the skyline. And I post photos of them on Instagram, ad nauseam.

The event that altered the course of your life…

I saw Tom Baker as Doctor Who, aged about five, and decided scarves and jackets were the very thing for me. I’ve never seen any cause to dress any other way. Even when growing up in 40C heat in outback Australia.

The song that means the most to you…

This depends on the day, my mood, circumstances. But Elton John’s My Song is a great favourite.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you…

I’m still going to write that full-length novel. Actually I started publishing the More than Mates series in order to sort of “pull the bandaid off”, if you will; I needed to prove to myself that I could write a story to completion. That has worked. I’m much more confident now. Assuming I don’t fall under a London red bus on the Clapham High Street tomorrow, there’s every chance I’ll write that full-length novel before long.

Your early recollections of writing fiction…

I’ve been writing all my life. I remember a classmate and I deciding we wanted to write a book together in the second grade. We worked at it on our lunch breaks, quite studiously. Goodness knows whatever happened to the book. I don’t even know what happened to the girl. But I do know there was a lot less sex in my writing in those days.

The pet-hate that makes your hackles rise…

Hearing people chew. Especially if they’re chewing gum. I mean, that’s just reckless, senseless chewing. One of these days I’ll lash out and stick the end of my umbrella through someone’s neck on the tube in a bid to shut them up and I’ll wind up in Wormwood Scrubs — incarcerated but unrepentant. “Take him down”, the judge will say. “I regret nothing!” I’ll shout, as I’m clasped in irons.

The piece of wisdom you would pass onto a child…

Try to do very little harm. A personal favourite of mine was Paul Eddington, the fabulous actor from The Good Life. He was a Quaker and, in an interview just before his death in 1994, said he hoped “to do very little harm: because most people, I think, do a very great deal of harm”. That really resonated with me. I think it’s something everyone should keep in the back of their minds, in everything they do.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it…

I’d probably touch up hot boys on the Tube. There are just so many of them and at 34 I’m becoming such a dirty old man. (In this fantasy, the boys are into it… which makes it much less of a crime. I’m not actually into sexual assault, I promise.)

The philosophy that underpins your life…

“No pressure, no diamonds”. They are the words of Thomas Carlyle. They’re centuries old but, in my deadline-rich career as a reporter, I’ve found it’s true. I work well under pressure.

The plug…

Edison Hart has published two novellas, Downing Tools and Spotting Jake, as part of the More than Mates series. Both are available on Amazon.

Buy links:

Downing Tools:  Amazon UK


Hot and fun! A great read.

Trent Hall is an apprentice painter, gay, in the closet, and a virgin. He is also a horny yet self-conscious teenager. He meets his dream guy, “Macca”, a muscle-packed hunk on a building site, and from the first glimpse of his firm arse, Trent lusts after him and wonders if he could be `the one’. Thus follows a mix of humorous and angst-filled scenes as Trent observes and awkwardly pursues Macca, but it soon becomes evident the feeling of desire is mutual.

Edison Hart’s writing draws you in from the start and Trent’s inner dialogue and fears come across as both real as well as amusing. The reader feels for the young guy, face palming when he speaks before he thinks on several occasions, and no doubt cheers him on when he dates the object of his affection.

The erotic scenes are hot and explicit yet tastefully written with passion.
The story is a delight to read with likeable and believable characters, fun and hot all rolled into one. I look forward to Book 2 in this series and further works from this talented author.

Spotting Jake:  Amazon UK


Guest Author ~ Jay Northcote ~ Nothing Ventured

A warm welcome to friend and author, Jay Northcote


Hi Lily,

Thanks for having me to visit your blog today. It was hard choosing which prompts to answer—great questions! But there are the ones I ended up with:

The film you can watch time and time again…

Dirty Dancing. It’s the ultimate feelgood cheesy movie. I’ve loved it since I was a teenager and it still works to cheer me up if I’m feeling blue. I love everything about it: the characters, the dancing, the shameless romance of it. I never felt to melt into a pile of goo when they finally kiss!

Your early recollections of writing fiction…

I know that I always loved writing stories when I was at school. I used to write a lot of adventure stories and time travel and dragons and stuff. But as a teenager I gradually lost interest in writing my own stories and by the time I was an adult I firmly believed that I wasn’t the creative type, so I never tried. It’s funny how you define yourself in these ways, and your beliefs about yourself determine the choices you make. If it hadn’t been for discovering fanfiction I doubt I would ever have started writing again.

The priority activity if you were invisible for a day…

Okay I’m going to cheat a little and combine this with a second prompt because this is fantasy, right? I’m combining it with this one!

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions…

I’d teleport to Acadia National Park and do the Precipice Trail (a really steep scary half climbing/half walking trail). I was there this summer and really wanted to do it, but I couldn’t fit it around family stuff and the kids wouldn’t have managed it. I wouldn’t need to be invisible for that obviously.

The invisible part of the day would be for me to swing by the locker room of the Chicago Blackhawks for a quick ogle because I’m shameless like that.

After that I’d head somewhere secluded with a really beautiful beach where I could swim naked (shark-free please). I guess I could use my invisibility shield again if I got disturbed!

Tell me about your new release…

When Aiden agrees to run the Mad Mucker—a twelve-mile muddy slog over an obstacle course—he’s expecting it to be a bit of a laugh. The training will be tough, but Aiden could use the motivation to regain some fitness.

Matt is the sexy cousin of one of Aiden’s coworkers and a last-minute addition to the team. When he agrees to train with Aiden, Aiden suddenly finds the prospect of regular workouts a lot more appealing.

Soon attraction flares, and they embark on an intense physical relationship. Matt doesn’t want to fall in love with a man, and Aiden doesn’t want to fall in love at all, but despite their insistence on no strings, they grow closer. As the day of the race approaches, time is running out for them to work out how they feel about each other.



Aiden and Matt have agreed to enter a charity race as part of a team and will have to face a rather wet and soggy challenge course. They have twelve weeks to train and get in shape. Or rather, Aiden is the one who reluctantly admits he needs to get fit. Fortunately, the thought of a super hot fitness instructor helping him every step of the way is the right incentive to build up his stamina and strength and to get Aiden back into his shorts and running shoes.

Aiden, a self-professed couch potato, and Matt, a fitness fanatic, seem unfairly matched at the start, but as the story unfolds, it is clear the two men make ideal training partners. They become gym buddies and progress to ‘friends with benefits’. Matt and Aiden enjoy the physical connection in and out of the shower after working out together, and are both perfectly happy to steer clear of any commitment. But as the weeks pass, it becomes apparent there is more to their friendship than sex and training.

Don’t you just love a story that makes you smile and feel warm and fuzzy inside as you read? Jay admits she writes “fluffy” romance and that is what you get with this story. No major angst and lots of “feelz”!

I loved the banter between Aiden and Matt from the start and empathized with Aiden each time he went out in the cold, rain and mud. I’m sure I was panting and stretching out my muscles alongside him. The build up of their relationship was perfect and I was willing the guys to kiss and get down to some serious loving. You’ll be pleased to know that Jay delivers! She writes smoking hot and frequent sex scenes—always a plus for me!

Nothing Ventured is a well-rounded and thoroughly enjoyable story with sexy main characters. You will end up cheering Matt and Aiden along as they undertake the challenge course, not just in the race itself, but also as they confront the many obstacles in their developing relationship.

If you enjoyed reading Nothing Serious and Nothing Special you will, without a doubt, love this book. For me, this is Jay’s best story so far.


Buy Links: / Amazon UK / Dreamspinner Press


They moved on to discuss training more specifically. Liv, of course, had already planned out her schedule and suggested the rest of them do the same.

“It helps me focus if I make a plan and stick to it,” she was saying. “I’ll be running four days a week and going to the gym for weight training twice. That gives me one day of complete rest a week.”

“One whole day!” Aiden shook his head as he picked up his now nearly empty pint. “Careful, your muscles might atrophy or something.”

He drained the last dregs and wiped the foam from his lip with the back of his hand. He caught Matt watching him as he did it, and he licked his lips deliberately. He couldn’t resist flirting with the man even though his interest was completely unreciprocated. The bloke looked as though he had a stick up his arse, and Aiden couldn’t imagine he’d like anything more interesting up there. Shame. Aiden wouldn’t have minded trying.

Liv’s voice snapped him out of daydreams about Matt’s arse and back to the here and now. “So how many times a week will you be aiming to run, Aiden?”

“Oh… um, yeah. Three or four, I guess,” he said vaguely. “That sounds about right. And I’ve got some weights at home, so I can use those if I don’t make it to the gym.” They were at the back of a cupboard, gathering dust.

“Matt lives near you. Maybe you could train together?” Liv had a wicked glint in her eye. “It’s always motivating training with someone else. It’s so easy to wimp out on a rainy day if you’re not answering to anyone, isn’t it?”

“I suppose,” Aiden replied warily. “But I don’t think it’s necessary. I wouldn’t want to slow Matt down.”

He expected Matt to agree. Why the hell would Matt want to train with him? Aiden hadn’t exactly made a great first impression. There was no way he’d want Aiden tagging along behind him and cramping his style.

But surprisingly, Matt grinned at him. The evil, slightly too knowing look in his eye was familiar, and for the first time Aiden could see the family resemblance between him and Liv. “I think that’s a great idea.”

Aiden opened his mouth, but for once he was at a loss for words. He closed it again and swallowed.

“Brilliant,” said Liv. “Make sure you swap numbers, then, so you can arrange something.”

Matt got out his phone. “We can start tomorrow after work. What’s your number?”

Aiden knew when he was beaten. It seemed he’d acquired a training partner. An annoying, bossy, sexy but tragically straight training partner. But at least the view of Matt’s arse would be nice while Aiden was trying to keep up with him.

Author Bio:

Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her husband, two children, and two cats.

She comes from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content. One day, she decided to try and write a short story–just to see if she could–and found it rather addictive. She hasn’t stopped writing since.



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Title: Invisible

Author: Taylin Clavelli

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing


What do you do when you become invisible to the love of your life?

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About the author:

Taylin Clavelli lives in the United Kingdom, about 15 miles south of Birmingham, and a short journey from the world famous Cadbury’s Chocolate factory. She ís married with children and loves her family with all her heart.

Her love of books has been a long standing affair, with Taylin liking nothing better than to lose herself in an imaginary world.

Until she met Lily Velden, she never considered trying her hand at writing. However, after talking ideas, Lily encouraged her to put pen to paperóor rather, fingers to keyboard. Since, with a few virtual kicks in the right place, she hasnít stopped. Her confidence eventually led to her writing an original work for submission.

Her first published work was Boys, Toys, and Carpet Fitters, developed for the Dreamspinner Press Anthology, Don’t Try This At Home.

Now she absolutely adores immersing herself into the characters she creates, and transferring the pictures in her brain to paper, finding it liberating, therapeutic, and wonderful.

Outside of writing, her interests include; martial arts (she’s a 2nd Degree Black Belt in Taekwon-do), horse-riding, all of which facilitates her love of a wide variety of movies. Her action heroes include Jet Li and Tony Jaa, finding the dedication these men have for their art combined with their skill both amazing and a privilege to watch. If pressed, she’ll admit to thinking that the screen entrance of Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow in the Pirates of the Caribbean, Curse of the Black Pearl, and Shadowfax in LOTR, to be the greatest screen entrances ever. Her all-time favorite movies are Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.

The simple things in life that make her day, putting a smile on her face are:

Laughter – especially that of her children.

The smell of lasagna cooking – it makes her mouth salivate.

The dawn chorus – no symphony ever written can beat the waking greetings of the birds.

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More from Taylin Clavelli

Dakota Skies

Born in the wrong time…

In 1875 Dakota, Sheriff Jamie Carter has to hide his interest in men, even from his gutsy twin sister, Anna. On a good day, the truth can mean a bullet between the eyes, and on a bad, one in the back.

A man on a mission…

Jamie leaves Anna in charge of Blackrock and he hits the bounty hunting trail, along with his faithful equine companion, Houston. Five territories, scores of ‘Wanted’ posters, and many bullets later, his path unexpectedly converges with that of enigmatic loner, Kit Brooks.

Two men with one soul…


Will the smoldering fire between them rage into an inferno and break down protective barriers, allowing them to find love? Or will it separate and kill them?

Beneath Dakota skies…

Jamie and Kit’s story is a sweeping saga of cowboys, Indians, persistent broads, and vengeful villains, where the cowboys arenít always the good guys, and love canít be taken for granted.

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Guest author ~ V.S. Morgan


Title: Hunter’s Mark

Author: V.S. Morgan

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Length: 74 pages

Genre(s): Contemporary Erotic I/R M/M Paranormal Romance



Available from many locations including:

Decadent Publishing / iTunes / Kobo / Amazon / Smashwords / Barnes & Noble / ARe


Release Date: October 10, 2014


Artist Casey Smith lives a quiet life, under the radar of his enemies, until one fateful night he loses control and the astonishing image of a wolf racing down a suburban street splashes all over social media.

Hunter’s bullet never misses its target. The assassin seeks out and kills his prey with a clear conscience by following two simple rules: 1) Don’t kill innocents 2) Don’t kill shifters.

Realizing his latest assignment violates those rules, the hunter activates Princess Protocol and the assassin becomes the protector. Red hot attraction flares between the hit man and his former target. Can Hunter resist the sweet shifter in his care?


He stepped closer to Casey’s stall but stumbled over something small and furry. The toe of one Birkenstock caught on a clump of grass as he attempted not to trample the little beast, and he ass-planted with said beast jumping onto his chest to give him a broad doggie smile.

His buddy laughed piss-your-pants-hard in his ear. Fuck a duck.

“Miss Priscilla!”

The target he’d worked so hard to observe remotely sank to the ground between his sprawled-out legs, peeling the tiny hairball off his chest and setting it on the ground.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Big blue eyes fringed with long, pale lashes scanned his body while strong yet gentle hands moved over his ankles and legs, searching for an injury. Oh, a toucher. His wolf basked in the tactile attention. His breath hitched as those hands glided past his knees and skimmed his thighs.

Damn, he needed to get laid after this assignment.

“Oh, my, what a li’l sweetie. Look at those freckles! I wonder if he’s got them everywhere. I’d like to lick them,” Rex crowed in his ear.

He growled.

The other man chortled. “Possessive, much?”

He inhaled deeply, only to be slammed with the force of a Mack truck. Strawberries on a warm summer’s day and fresh-cut grass—shit, his target smelled delicious. He took another breath, and his brain reeled. He’s a wolf shifter, too? Fuck.

Casey’s brows furrowed. “Where are you hurt?”

He forced a smile. “I’m fine. No worries.”

Casey returned the smile, his wide and high beam combined with sparkling eyes. Hunter stared as warmth wrapped around him like a blanket. He had no ammo against such a happy, open expression. The guy freaking glowed.


About the Author:

V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.

She’s been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters – even for two hot men – because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and m/f with heart. She plans to branch into fantasy and sci fi romance, as well.

V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.


Facebook and Goodreads: V.S. Morgan

Twitter: @vsmorgan1


Guest Post ~ Louise Lyons

A warm welcome to friend and fellow author at Wayward Ink Publishing, Louise Lyons.

Read an excerpt from her latest story and find out a little more about Louise.


Hi, I’m Louise Lyons. Thank you so much, Lily, for inviting me to your blog to help promote the new anthology from Wayward Ink Publishing, of which I’m delighted to be a part – as are you, of course! My short story, One Snowy Night, is one of many stories in this book, which I hope everyone will enjoy.

STRANDED – from Wayward Ink Publishing

Release Date – 10 October 2014

Buy Links

Amazon / Amazon UK / Amazon AU / WIP



  • (of a boat, sailor, or sea creature) left aground on a shore.

“a stranded whale”

  • left without the means to move from somewhere.

“he offers a lift to a stranded commuter”


 The boys in this collection of short stories have most definitely been left


 They’ve been shipwrecked and abandoned.

 Marooned and cast away.

 And left helpless and high and dry.

 But you should never underestimate the tenacity of the human heart…

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Alina Popescu

Trapped since birth in a sterile, hospital-like apartment, Wynn longs to break free to experience the world.

Enter Doyle.

But is Doyle real, or is he just a figment of Wynn’s imagination?



Michael P. Thomas

Sitcom sensation Felix Medrano, America’s Sweetheart, throws a star-studded surprise party for his sweetheart, beanpole barkeep Grover Shepherd.

It’s a smash, save for one detail: Shep is a no-show.

Who’d have thought it would be so hard to pop the question?



Kim Fielding

Who’d have thought being stranded at the airport could possibly have some long term benefits?

Certainly not Tom.

But then he hadn’t bargained on meeting Rafael



Asta Idonea

The gods truly do work in mysterious ways as Thorstein found out when he was left for dead on the battle field of a foreign land.



Rob Colton

One ditching and one rescue later, Hayden discovers the use of a telephone isn’t the only offer that’s on the table…




Benji and Ari have spent their lives feeling lost and alone, stranded between genders.

Can they help each other stop unravelling?



Lily G. Blunt

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?



Eric Gober

Rob was the one who got away.

Trent stumbles upon him during a trip to San Francisco

Right before a deadly earthquake



Nikka Michaels

If Evan York keeps hiding from the world behind his laptop he might miss out on something special.

Will he find the courage?



Louise Lyons

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




Jessie went camping with friends expecting to have some fun and maybe drink a little beer.

Instead, he found his perfect man

but is he real or just a dream?



Sarah Hayes

Two ex-lovers, one hotel room, and one random act of technology.

Will they fall out or fall back in love?



jn olsen

Miles makes one seemingly small and inconsequential decision that turns out to be not so small and inconsequential after all.



Louise’s Story – One Snowy Night

Main character, Keith Brambles, is an up and coming British singer. He has had one disastrous first date after another, finding most men are only interested because of who he is. After yet another failed meeting, he sets off for home, driving too fast for the conditions. He loses control of his car in the snow and finds himself stranded – with no mobile phone signal and an outfit completely unsuitable for braving the freezing conditions.

Just as Keith has begun to think he’s destined to spend a night in his car, possibly suffering from hypothermia, a potential rescuer arrives, but Keith wonders whether he might have more to fear from the man, than the weather.


“You all right, 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 passenger 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. 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 of the van was blowing at full blast. 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.

Louise Lyons Bio:

Louise 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 FanFiction 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.



 Many thanks, Louise. Tell us a little more about yourself.

The prized possession you value above all others:

My car. I have a Mitsubishi FTO GR, modified Japanese import. I won’t bore you with the specifications, but I could talk about my baby (affectionately named Ed) until the cows come home.

The temptation you wish you could resist:

Naughty food! I love to eat and I constantly have to restrict myself and exercise, or I’d be rather larger than I am. I’m a sucker for Haagen Dazs pralines and cream ice cream, Maryland Gooey’s cookies and nachos with a hot spicy dip. I comfort eat, even when there’s really no excuse and as it usually gives me a “food hangover”, I don’t do myself any favours at all. (Drooling here!)

The film you can watch time and time again:

Remember Me, starring Robert Pattinson. I must have watched it at least a dozen times in a year and it gets me every time. I bawl like a baby. I love the tortured character of Tyler Hawkins and I can remember the first time I ever watched it. It shows Tyler’s sister in school and her teacher is writing the date on the blackboard – 9/11. You just know what’s going to happen even if you’ve never seen it. I remember watching with huge round eyes and shouting at the TV, “No, no, no!” (One of my favorites too.)

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity:

Anyone who’s seen any of the posts on my blog tour for my first novel, Conflicted (with Dreamspinner Press) will probably have heard this one. I’m a bit of a tomboy and one of my big loves is cars and motorcycles. I have a beautiful car which I exhibit at shows and also do a lot of my own maintenance and modifications on. I like nothing better than poking about in an engine well, up to the elbows in oil and grease!

The song that means the most to you:

“If Today Was Your Last Day” by Nickelback. The lyrics make my eyes prickle. It’s about making the most of life. I have “Carpe Diem” tattooed on my back which is basically the same message.

Your early recollections of writing fiction:

Learning to use my mother’s old manual typewriter when I was about 8 years old. I started writing stories about little girls with ponies and would see tapping away on the machine for hours, while my friends were out playing.

I started on het romances when I was in my early teens and watching the film “My Beautiful Laundrette” when I was 15 or 16 started my interest in M/M romance. I’ve never looked back.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise:

Liars. There is no excuse whatsoever. I hate it. Liars are cowards and I could really get on my soap box about that particular subject. Suffice to say, woe betide anyone who tells me any fibs in the future! (I totally agree with you here, Louise. You need to be able to trust someone.)

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Many thanks for sharing with us today, Louise.










Guest Author ~ Andrew Q. Gordon

A warm welcome to friend and fellow Wayward Ink Publishing author, Andrew Q. Gordon.

Congratulations on a fabulous story, Andrew.

A Closed Door

by Andrew Q. Gordon

A Closed Door Cover


Book Blurb:

Outted at thirteen, Orin Merritt left home after high school hoping to escape the hell his life had become. Ten years later when a tornado destroys his childhood home and kills his parents, Orin finds himself in an entirely new nightmare. One he can’t run away from.

Blaming himself for failing the two people who always loved and supported him, he returns home and confronts his past in the person of his one-time best friend, Thomas Kennett.  Thomas not only rejected him when Orin came out, he led the group that tormented Orin into leaving.

As he struggles to deal with his grief, Orin also labors to fulfill the pledge he made to his parents before their death.  In the process, Orin learns that sometimes when you go away to find yourself, you leave the answers you’re looking for behind.

Cover Artist: Lily Velden and Jay Aheer

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing.


 Buy Links:

 Wayward Ink Publishing

Amazon US /Amazon Australia /Amazon UK /Amazon DE /Amazon Canada



Book Excerpt:

“Orin, I won’t.” Thomas stood a bit straighter and his eyes lost the sad, pleading shine. “I won’t hurt you again.”

“You can’t promise that. Things happen.” Orin watched as his words dragged Thomas back from the brink of hope.

“If you truly believe that, then there’s nothing I can do. You have to believe there’s a chance or else I can’t prove it.”

“That’s not what I’m telling you.” He locked his gaze on Thomas’s. “If I say yes, I’ll have to take down the walls I surrounded my heart with to keep it safe. Once it’s gone, I won’t be able bring it back if I get hurt. Not now.

“So what I’m saying is, think about what you’re asking me to risk. If you really love me, ask yourself if are you willing to risk what will happen to me if you can’t keep your promise.”

He knew how unfair he’d been, but self-preservation had been a skill he’d honed over the past fifteen years. He needed Thomas to know just how serious the repercussion could be for his actions.

“Orin, I . . . I . . . how . . .?” Their faces were inches apart, and Thomas moved in for another kiss.

This felt different than the first—less urgent, but no less intense. Orin trembled at the leap he was about to take. When they stepped back, Thomas rubbed his thumb across Orin’s cheek.

“I do love you, Orin. More than I can say. So much, that I’m not willing to risk what will happen if I fail you again. I don’t have that right.”

Thomas’s lips quivered and the tears welled at the bottom of his eyes. He kissed Orin’s forehead gently.

“Good-bye, Orin. Please be happy.” Without looking back, Thomas walked to the front door, opened it, and walked away.

Author Bio:

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

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

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Other Books:

The Last Grand Master: (Champion of the Gods – Book 1);



Ashes of Life:







Please tell us a little about yourself

The book that holds everlasting resonance…

Junk, by Melvin Burgess. It tells the tale of addiction for what it really is…a very boring, uninspired way to kill yourself.

There is no glamour or excitement in this book. Just bleak, monotonous destruction.

The priority activity if you were invisible for a day…

I couldn’t possibly tell you that. My brother reads this shit…

The film you can watch time and time again…

I have terrible taste in films. I’m too thick to appreciate the clever ones, and I’m a sucker for a sweeping soundtrack and a tortured hero. That being said, if I’ve had a bad day, I quite often turn to When Harry Met Sally. Pile of utter shite, and I love it.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity…

 Watching my chickens scrap over cabbage leaves. Seriously, I could—and often do—watch them all day. I could even tell you odds of the smallest, most featherless one coming out victorious (pretty good, in case you were wondering).

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you…

I have a YA lesbian partial manuscript on an old laptop. I will finish it one day…

Who is the most important person in your life?

Real or imaginary? Ha. No, really…there is no one person, just a feeling…a tie that binds me to some special souls…family and friends. It manifests itself differently with each relationship, but ultimately, they all mean everything to me, and how do you define that?

The piece of wisdom you would pass onto a child…

Anger is just a hole where your life could be.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it…

Already done, and I got away with it just fine, thank you very much 😉

The philosophy that underpins your life…

Communism…no, really, the old style, back when it was just a bit of sharing and hippie hugs. Some days I want nothing more than to grab the people I love…all of them, and run away to live on a kibbutz.


Bold (Blue Boy 3)

Don’t underestimate me…

Dancer Kai is the sweetheart of Blue Boy studio. Cute and petite, he’s the slender bottom every top loves to pound. But nothing is ever quite as it seems, and beneath his golden curls and giggles lies something else…an edge no one can quite put their finger on.

Is Kai bored? Or does he crave something more?

Blue Boy Studio is under new ownership. Veteran porn star Jude has seen it all before, and with the help of Kai’s mentor, Cam, they figure Kai needs a change. Enter Matthew, a fellow dancer and the newbie on the block.

Kai isn’t impressed. Matthew is hot and all, but Jude and Cam’s plans seem beyond his reach. Can Kai really do…that? He doesn’t believe it, but with Matthew along for the ride, it’s time to dig deep, be bold, and find out.

Publisher: Loose Id

Released date: August 19 2014


Many thanks, Garrett. I’m looking forward to reading your latest Blue Boy story.

Interview with Taylin Clavelli

I’d like to welcome friend and fellow Wayward Ink Publishing author, Taylin Clavelli.



Thank you for having me, it’s amazing to be here.

My pleasure, Taylin. Thank you for sharing a little about yourself.

 The prized possession you value above all others…

That would have to be my photo albums as they give a jump start to memories of people, places and events, many of which a person forgets over time. The photos are the physical possession, the memories they invoke are the prized possession.

 The unqualified regret you wish you could amend…

Hell, I’m far from perfect and have many regrets I wish I could amend. Too many to list them all and some have a bigger impact on my life than others. However, the one thing from primary school that still comes to mind, is during the days when animals were allowed in the classroom. I was an accident prone child and some baby chickens hatched and were being kept under heated lamp. While cuddling the chicks I managed to knock over the lamp and it broke. All the chicks were fine and all lived for a long time. But, I had to stay and give them warmth while the unhappy teacher replaced the lamp. I got a ton of stick from the other kids at the time and I regretted possibly causing the chickens any pain, and I regretted being clumsy. The whole thing scared the shit out of me cos, kids being kids, said I nearly killed the chicks and that had a big impact on me.

The temptation you wish you could resist…

Ohhhh, a loaded question. I’d put your readers to sleep if I listed them all, there is not one. I’ve been on the earth too long to have just one.

The book that holds everlasting resonance…

My Family and Other Animals, by Gerald Durrell. It is a book about the life of the conservationist Gerald Durrell. His antics and observations while growing up in Corfu. I absolutely adored the love the man had for animals. That love continued into adulthood where he founded the Durrell wildlife park in Jersey, which helps save species from extinction.

I’ve never had the chance to visit, but would love to go there one day.

The priority activity if you were invisible for a day…

It would depend on where I was in the world when given the chance to be invisible. So many possibilities. Putting my finger on one, it would be to be to sneak onto the set of The Hobbit.

The film you can watch time and time again…

Oh easy, Star Wars. Despite being a lover of LOTR and The Hobbit, Star Wars I have grown up with and have literally watched it time and time again.

The person who influenced you the most…

My husband. When growing up you experience the will of your parents and peers. When I met my husband and all through our marriage, he has encouraged me to be my own person and to do what makes me happy. He questions me and makes me think outside the box, too. He’s a wonderful man.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity…

Martial arts, it engages more than my curiosity, I am a 2nd Degree Black Belt in Taekwondo.

The poem that touches your soul…

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore. I love the imagery of the poem, and there is something special in the air when you are outside on a cold winters evening and the snow is falling.

The event that altered the course of your life…

Getting made redundant. It set my life on a different course and during those months I moved from being a reader to having the time to become a writer.

 The song that means the most to you…

No one song can be named. Many songs out there touch me and make me stop what I am doing to listen to them. A huge portion have different meanings to me and invoke a range of thoughts. Knights in White Satin by the Moody Blues, In The Air Tonight by Phil Collins. Adam Lambert’s Trespassing. Pheonix by Fall Out Boy.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever…

The birth of my children.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you…

Of course, Jersey, but on the whole, world travel. I’ve gone to many places, but there are soooo many still to visit. Being a LOTR and Hobbit fan New Zealand is high on the list, as is Brazil and Hawaii. I love the scenery in NZ, fell in love with it years ago. As for Brazil – I love how alive the place is.

Your early recollections of writing fiction…

Red, lots of red. Pages of red. Most of it saying, paint a picture with your words, pointing out my habits and literary no no’s. Oh and the differences between English/English and American/English. That and sitting before a blank screen with an idea in my head thinking, oh shit, where do I start?

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions…

I’m also taking a Star Trek attitude here and believing I have portable beaming capacity, a universal translator, and the ability to breathe anywhere. Not going near time travel.

In that case, I would start off in Jersey, before a whistle stop tour of Australia and New Zealand. Then I’d dive onto a reef in the sea – don’t care which one. Then spend a huge chunk of time in Egypt at the Cairo Museum, The Pyramids, Valley of the Kings, Abydos, Karnak, Alexandria, Abu Simbel, Philae. I’d then beam out to the moon so that I could see the earth and stars clearly with my own eyes and not through glass. I’d finish the day at Disney EPCOT with a trip around the Geosphere and firework display.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise…

When people as you a question then don’t stick around to hear the answer.

The figure from history you would most like to buy a pie and a pint…

Rameses The Great. I saw his mummy at the Cairo Museum. For me, there was still a presence about him that spanned time. It was enough to make me query life after death.

The piece of wisdom you would pass onto a child…

While it is admirable to want to change the world, learn how it works before you get in and make the changes.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again…

Nothing physical comes to mind. But I would love to regain the magic of Christmas, and the innocence of still believing in Santa.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it…

Castrate child abusers.

The philosophy that underpins your life…

Let people be who they were meant to be, love who they want to love, and live the life that is right for them – without judgement. A person can have their own thoughts and beliefs, but they shouldn’t be forced onto another unless willing to engage in discussion and hear an alternative point of view. More to the point understand there is more than one point of view and it’s okay.

Please be aware that I am female, therefore all these answers could be different next week. J

The plug…

Three short stories in the Bollocks! And Love, Loss, Laughter and Lust anthologies from Wayward Ink Publishing.

Bollocks Bookmark



LLLL Final Cover


And to celebrate the release on 20th June, you’re invited to join the release day party. It will run for 24 hours to allow all the authors in the anthology a chance to spend time chatting with readers and fans.  I will be there on Friday evening UK time. There will be giveaways throughout the day, so stop by and join in the festivities.

Click here to join the party

Dakota Skies – out September 2014.



Check out Taylin Clavelli’s Website






In addition to the prizes that will be given away as part of the release party,


has created a general giveaway that runs until July 4th, 2014. 







Guest Author – H Lewis-Foster

A warm welcome to fellow author and new friend courtesy of Wayward Ink Publishing and the UK Meet,

H. Lewis-Foster.




The temptation you wish you could resist…

I know it’s a predictable answer, but it has to be chocolate, in any form. Cake, biscuits, anything – if it’s in the house, I’m afraid I’ll eat it!

The book that holds everlasting resonance…

The most significant book for me is The Married Man by Edmund White. It was the first book I read by and about a gay man, and it made a huge impression on me. It’s a beautifully written story of love and loss, and I’m sure if I hadn’t read it, I wouldn’t be where I am now.

The film you can watch time and time again…

That would have to be the British film Weekend. It has no big stars or special effects, but the script and performances are fantastic. As the title suggests, it tells the story of two men who meet and fall in love over the course of a weekend. It’s a wonderfully simple film full of honesty and emotion.

The poem that touches your soul…

The poem which I find the most touching is one I first read when I was a teenager. It’s a French poem (with an English title) called Paris at Night by Jacques Prévert. It’s a very short piece with no flowery words or complex structures. A simple statement of love, it still takes my breath away when I read it.

The figure from history you would most like to buy a pie and a pint…

Weird as it may sound, I think I’d go down the pub with Alexander the Great. I’ve just read the first two books in Mary Renault’s trilogy about his life, and he sounds like a fascinating character, full of astonishing confidence one minute and vulnerability the next. It sounds like he knew how to have a great party too, so I’m sure he’d be good company. And of course he wasn’t afraid to show his love for the men in his life.

So now you know a bit about me, here’s a little about my two new releases.

Out in the Sticks (JMS Books)


Lawyer Adam Sibden has moved to the charming English village of Sharpley to forget about men. But when he takes his car to the local garage, he can’t help being attracted to the handsome young manager Jim Turley. At the village pub that evening, a misunderstanding leads to a highly embarrassing moment for Adam, but Jim thankfully comes to his rescue and makes him feel more at ease.

As the winter weather takes hold, Adam finds himself stranded with a punctured tyre, following a disastrous meeting with his ex-boyfriend Lucas. Adam calls the garage’s breakdown service, and when Jim ventures into the snow to find him, he offers more help than Adam could have hoped for.

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In the Blue Moonlight (Part of the BOLLOCKS! anthology)

Bollocks Bookmark

Simon has a good job and a nice house, and according to his best friend Chris, he’s turning into a boring old fart. So it’s totally out of character when Simon bares his bum to the local constabulary on a night out with his brother’s student mates. He hopes he’s put the incident behind him, when Simon bumps into one of the officers. Simon fears he’s in trouble, then thinks he’s in luck when PC Mark Timmis buys him a drink – but life in a rural English town is never as simple as it seems.

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Author Bio

H. Lewis-Foster has always worked with books, in one form or another. As a keen reader of gay fiction, she decided to try writing herself, and is now the proud author of several short stories and a debut novel.

H. has lived in various parts of the UK and has recently moved to the north of England, where she’s enjoying city life, especially the theatres and cinemas. She tries not to watch too much television, but is a big fan of Downton Abbey, and while she’s writing, she loves listening to Test Match Special (where they spend far more time talking about cakes than cricket!)

H. has also ventured into playwriting and was thrilled to see her first play performed at the Southend Playwriting Festival earlier this year.




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10 winners will receive a Wayward Ink Pen and Lip Balm,
5 winners will receive a UBS Extension Cord and Fridge Magnet,
3 winners will receive a paperback copy of Bollocks signed by Tabitha McGowan, Anyta Sunday, Taylin Clavelli, Elin Gregory, H Lewis-Foster and Lily Velden;
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