Friday, May 9, 2014

INTERVIEW: Angel Martinez and #Giveaway!

Angel Martinez promised me a fish hat and a fish hat was delivered! Check out her delightful interview and stick around to the end because she's got a giveaway for our fine readers.

Hello Angel and welcome to The Hat Party! <3 Thank you so much for subjecting yourself to the RANDOMNESS that is a Raine O'Tierney interview! Please don your best hat, and let's get started!

You have three words: describe your writing dreams.

Make living wage. (That doesn’t sound like much does it? But for a writer, it’s everything.)

On a scale 1 (super chill) to 10 (falling apart at the seams) how cool are you under the pressure of blurb writing?!

3 – I think practice makes perfect. I’ve written so many blurbs by now, they’ve become much easier. I even write them for friends who are closer to the 8-10 range and freak out at the B word. The other B word. For me, the easiest way to think about them is as if I were writing the voice over to my book’s movie trailer.

If you could go back and speak to your 13-year-old self, what would you say?

Stop listening to the voice in the closet! He’s evil and does not have your best interests at heart! Um, I mean…you didn’t need to know that. Seriously, I would tell my 13-year-old self that only you can make your happy place. Listening to others, building your life around the whims, expectations, or demands of others is, in the end, self-destructive. I knew what I wanted then but denied it, buried it, because it wouldn’t be a “viable career.”

A genre-specific virus has attacked you, rendering you INCAPABLE of writing your chosen genre. What do you do now?!

Die. A slow and tortured death. If I can’t write Science Fiction and Fantasy, what am I? It’s my writing core. OK, I think I might be able to turn to historicals and live. Or maybe suspense. Crime fiction. Oh, look at that…I have options. But first, there would be lost of wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Describe yourself using song lyrics.

Why do we crucify ourselves, every day, crucify ourselves…

Wait, that’s too serious and angsty and stuff.

Shiny, happy people holding hands…

Ew. Bleah. Too sweet. Here we go:

Well there are good guys and there are bad guys
And there are crooks and criminals
There are doctors and there are lawyers
And there are folks like you and me

So let's get high while the radio's on
Just relax and sing a song
Drive your car up on the lawn
Let me play your guitar

Zombies attack while you’re editing your latest novel. These zombies are ON FIRE. How do you fare? Are you now a flaming zombie?

No. I am a badass zombie-killing machine and I have prepared for these sorts of things. I calmly pull my fire extinguisher/machine gun/chain saw from my closet and start the zombie massacre while still editing with my free hand! (In actuality I’m hiding under my desk and hope they don’t see me. This will fail spectacularly and I will be eaten, manuscript and all.)

You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)

Finn took his time. He tugged the jeans down to Diego’s ankles and left the boxers in place. A gasp leaped up from Diego’s chest when Finn pressed his cheek against his iron hard erection tenting the cotton. Every muscle held taut, he fought to stay still, oversensitive nerves sending spider feet down his back. Finn stayed where he was until Diego relaxed, and then pushed at him in gentle nuzzles.
When Diego allowed a soft moan to escape, Finn snagged the elastic with his teeth and pulled the boxers down just far enough to settle the waistband under his balls.
Dios…Finn…I won’t last long. Oh. Damn.” Both hands tangled in Finn’s hair as his tongue caressed the tip. Finn’s lips closed around him and slid down his cock by slow degrees. Diego’s legs shook with the intense pleasure. “So sweet. Your mouth…I can’t…”
Finn lifted his head. “Let go, my hero. You need this. Give me what I so crave, to hear you sing for me.”
He returned his mouth to Diego and plunged downward, taking all of his length. Soft sounds of pleasure followed faster now as Finn relaxed and let the tip slide past the tight constriction of his throat. His tongue traced the veins, curling all the way around in an impossible, prehensile way, holding Diego securely even as the suction increased.
(OK, I cheated. There are 27 extra words.)

What is your most irrational fear and what makes you inexplicably happy?

I’m absurdly afraid of spiders. There’s no earthly reason for this and the poor little guys have done nothing to me. Spiders are necessary, useful, helpful. They just want to live their spider lives in peace. I know this. I know they’re beneficial critters who keep the ants out of my bathroom. But I still shriek if one lands on my head. For those of you concerned about the spiders, though, we have a strict catch and release policy in this house. No spiders are squished despite my occasional spastic flailing.

Inexplicably happy? That would imply something that one wouldn’t expect to generate happiness. Hmm. Really good, intelligent kids’ songs, like Trout Fishing in America (their old stuff.) Wanders off singing All I want is a proper cup of coffeeeee

Worst mistake you’ve made in your career and what you’ve learned from it?

That’s an easy one. No, wait. It’s not. I was going to say my worst mistake was waiting so long to start, but that’s not the case. My worst mistake has been knowing what to look for in a publisher and ignoring everything I knew. Twice.

The first time was, perhaps, forgivable. I was new to online publishing and a publisher actually wanted my work. I was so excited. Did my research, saw there were some issues, and dismissed them. Bitter trolls. Those things couldn’t be true. It was a disastrous mistake. And then I turned around and did it AGAIN, because some con man approached me with flattery and reassurances.

Gah. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire, kids. Do your research, don’t listen to pretty words that stroke your battered ego, read your contracts and for all the gods sakes, talk to other authors before you sign.

And finally, for THE most important question of all: what kinds of dachshunds are the BEST kinds of dachshunds?

Long-haired dachsunds. They’re so freaking cute!!

(Klaus approves ~Raine)

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Finn: Endangered Fae 1

When Diego rescues a naked man from the rail of the Brooklyn Bridge, he just wants to get the poor man out of traffic and to social services. He gets more than he bargained for when he discovers Finn is an ailing pooka, poisoned by the city's pollution. To help him recover, Diego takes him to New Brunswick where Finn inadvertently wakes an ancient, evil spirit: the wendigo.

While they struggle to find a way to destroy the wendigo before it can possess Diego or kill nearby innocents, Diego wrestles with his growing feelings for Finn. Kill the monster and navigate a relationship between a modern man and a centuries old pooka. Piece of cake.

Available from MLR Press | Amazon | All Romance

The ordeal of the shower seemed cruel, but Finn was filthy and smelled like a dumpster during a garbage strike. Diego placed one of his plastic kitchen chairs in the middle of the shower and installed Finn there, but he only slumped against the chair back, eyes closed, face turned into the spray.

Too exhausted to even flinch.

Diego fought down the little shiver of revulsion at the stench, stripped to his boxers, and stepped into the stall with him. He attacked the tangled mass of hair first, positioning Finn so his head hung back over the chair. No lice—a good sign. He might have been homeless, but he probably hadn’t lived on the streets too long. The nest of midnight snarls unwound under the caress of water and shampoo. If Finn stood, his hair would reach at least to the top curve of his butt. A strange blue-black iridescence shone in it, his natural coloring as far as Diego could tell rather than bottled special effects.

The rest Diego washed with a loofah, shoving away modesty out of a need to get Finn to his rest. An ache lodged around his heart to see how malnutrition had ravaged what probably had been a lean-muscled frame. An athlete, perhaps, before he went off the deep end, an impression reinforced by the absence of almost all body hair. Waxed or electrolysis-denuded—only Finn’s crotch sported a black thatch of soft hair. Swimmer, perhaps. The Olympic competitors often shaved it all off for every small gain in streamlining.

He turned off the water and tugged at Finn’s arm. “Come on. Let’s get you settled. You can’t sleep in the shower.”

Finn staggered to his feet and Diego all but carried him to Mitch’s room. The spare room, he corrected himself. He usually kept the door closed so the stark, unfurnished space wasn’t glaring at him.

He sat Finn down against the wall, brought him a pair of flannel pajamas, soft with age, and went out to the front closet to retrieve the air mattress and vacuum. Six boxes lay stacked against the wall; all that remained of Mitch’s things. Diego ran a hand over one, and then shook his head against the temptation to open the top and look at its contents. When he returned, Finn hadn’t moved from where he sat, naked and dozing in a patch of sunlight.

“You might want to put those on.” Diego toed the pajamas closer as he dragged the air mattress into place. When Finn’s only response was a long sigh, he added, “We need to get you warm. I don’t want to have to take you to Emergency.”

With a puzzled frown, Finn unfolded the material and managed, after looking back and forth between the pajamas and Diego’s jeans a few times, to pull the bottoms on. His efforts with the top, though, were sabotaged when the vacuum roared to life. He startled and scuttled sideways, wide-eyed and panting.

Diego hurried to switch it off. “Sorry. Should have warned you.”

“Is it some sort of small dragon?”

For a moment, Diego stared in blank surprise before he caught himself. At least the nature of Finn’s delusion was becoming clearer. He might even share his history later when he had the energy, perhaps some tragic story of an exiled prince. For now, Diego thought it best to play along.

“Not a dragon. Just a machine. It blows out and sucks in air with great force.”

“Ah.” Finn seemed disappointed, but waved a hand for him to continue.

Mattress inflated, Finn dressed and installed in bed, Diego thought he should get something in him before he drifted off. He tried tap water first but Finn jerked his head away, the color draining from his face.

“Tainted,” he gasped. “Great Dagda, it reeks.”

Diego sniffed above the glass, puzzled. New York City water, piped in from the mountains, was cleaner than most but it was treated. Chlorine. Fluoride. Maybe Finn had an allergy to one or the other.

Bottled water produced a less violent reaction. Finn smelled it, nose crinkled, but he downed half the bottle in desperate gulps before Diego could take it back from him. Hydration, at least, wouldn’t be an issue.

The hurdle of food remained. Starvation often did terrible things to the body’s ability to accept nourishment. Not the best time to offer a hamburger and fries. Diego decided he should start with the foods one was supposed to give sick kids: bananas, rice, applesauce and toast, minus the applesauce, since he didn’t have any.

Finn wouldn’t touch the boiled-in-tap-water rice. He nibbled a corner of the toast and set it aside with murmured apologies. The banana completely stumped him. He turned it over and over in his hands and finally tried to bite through the skin.

“You eat these?” He handed it back to Diego with a grimace.

All right, so his reality doesn’t include New World fruit. Diego peeled the banana for him and handed it back. “You don’t eat the skin. Try the inside.”

Finn took a careful bite and his eyes widened. “That’s not bad.”

Diego could only watch anxiously, praying his guest wouldn’t choke, as the rest disappeared in three bites. With a contented sigh, Finn handed the peel back, gathered the covers into a circle in the center of the mattress, and curled into a tight ball inside his nest. By the time Diego brought an extra comforter to cover him, Finn was fast asleep.

Clean and at rest, his face had a childlike quality with his hair tucked behind one finely-curved ear. Diego wasn’t certain it was a handsome face, almost unearthly in its delicacy, and though Finn stood six inches taller, he had the odd feeling he could scoop that long frame up in his arms without much effort.

He backed out and closed the door as quietly as he could, confident Finn wouldn’t die on him. Tomorrow he would see about finding the right agency to take his guest, preferably one that wouldn’t hand him right over to immigration.

A few hours of peace while Finn slept should let him at least get through the current chapter he was writing.

The moment he sat ready at his desk, fingers poised over the keys, the phone rang.

About the Author:

While Angel Martinez is the erotic fiction pen name of a writer of several genres, she writes both kinds of gay romance – Science Fiction and Fantasy. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware, (and full time inside the author's head) Angel has one husband, one son, two cats, a changing variety of other furred and scaled companions, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate.

For more information on Angel’s work, please visit:

Website: Erotic Fiction for the Hungry Mind


Comment (with your email address!) between now and May 13th at 11:59 PM CDT for your chance to win an copy of Finn in the format of your choice!


  1. Great post!!! Spiders....*shudders* Agree!!!

    Big congrats on leaving the EDJ and writing full time now.

    Love ya bunches!


    1. Angel this looks great! I've been reading some of your older stuff and would love to read something brand new and shiny!
      Waving from delaware :)

    2. Angel this looks great! I've been reading some of your older stuff and would love to read something brand new and shiny!
      Waving from delaware :)

    3. Thank you, Paula! *waves back from up the road* Finn isn't new - but he's been out of circulation for a bit ;D

    4. Thank you, Sharon! Can't wait to see you in October! ;) (And if you already have Finn, we can negotiate for something else...)

  2. This is a new author for me but Finn is going on my TBR list. I love fantasy, especially m/m, so this sounds like something I'll enjoy. I'm glad I found this post. Thanks for the giveaway.

    1. Thank you, Michelle! If you do get a chance to read it, I hope you enjoy (more of this series coming over the next couple of months :) )

    2. The fish hat TOTALLY rocks! Love this whole post! :-)

    3. Thank you, Sarah! (The fish hat says thank you, too!)

  3. Great post! I don't think I've read any of your books before, but I definitely need to change that now. Fin is going on my wishlist and I'm going to search out your other books too! Thanks for the giveaway!

  4. I've added to my wishlist & look forward to adding more of your books under my "read" list. Thanks for your interview & giveaway.

  5. Sounds like a good book.