Saturday, July 12, 2014


Today we're talking to the lovely M.A. Church! Check out an excerpt from the third book in her Nighttime Series, Nightime Promises as well as M.A.'s thoughts on water gun the death!

Hello M.A. 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!

What is your super-secret, wildest, most outlandish writing dream?

*laugh* I really don’t have one.  I’m not one who wants to hit the big time. My books sell well, and I’m happy with that. I know, boring, right, lol?

The thing is, I live in a small town. I taught for years. My kids were very active in school. I can’t run into Wal-Mart for milk without running into a parent I had at one time. What should be a fifteen minute trip turns into waaaaay longer than it should lol.  While I don’t mind talking, there are times I just want to get in and get out. Now throw in fame and fortune…. Yeah, to me that’s the making of a nightmare, lol.

Tell us about a time someone did you a great kindness.

A friend of mine cooked up a week’s worth of food after I had a stroke last October. I was so thankful she did, lol. I was certainly in no condition to do much of anything.

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

Hawk braced his other arm against the wall and leaned closer, their lips just a hair’s breath apart. Simon exposed his neck as best he could. Hawk nipped at Simon’s lips, but didn’t tarry. Instead, he sniffed at Simon’s throat, then mouthed along the edge of Simon’s jaw.
Hawk focused on Simon’s pulse throbbing just below his skin. Pressing his lips there, he sucked, drawing the blood to the surface. Simon’s moans filled the office. Satisfied with the mark he’d left on his mate, he soothed the spot with his tongue. Simon’s body stiffened, then a wonderfully debauched groan slipped out. Hawk wanted more. He tightened his grip slightly on Simon’s throat, tilting Simon’s head.
He pressed his mouth to the side of Simon’s neck sucking blood to the surface in a new place. He wanted everyone out there to know this was his mate. He rubbed his lower body against Simon, excited to feel an answering hardness. He could stand here all night, touching all this smooth, satiny skin. Simon’s hand suddenly landed on Hawk’s shoulders, gripping handfuls of his shirt. Another breathless moan struggled free as Simon pulled Hawk closer.
“More,” Simon demanded, burying a hand in Hawk’s hair, holding him even closer. “Kiss me, please.”
If someone challenged you to a water-gun fight *to the death* how would you fare?

Pretty damn good since I know how to shoot a real gun and bow lol. *shrug* I live in the South lol.

Do you have any special library memories?

Taking my kids to the summer program here in town. They were both just little guys lol, and library day was the highlight of the summer. I had a Dry Erase calendar on the wall in the kitchen and I’d circle the day so they’d do when it was lol.

Give a shout-out to another author who may, or may not, know how much you appreciate them.

Oh goodness, there are so many. I’d have to say Tali Spencer is my life-saver. She’s been with me pretty much since the beginning. She’s taught me so much, and been there to let me cry all over her when the bad times hit… both in my writing career and personal life.

What was the trigger that made you first get really serious about publishing?

My Christmas story called A Tar’Narian Christmas won a contest at Literotica. That was the push I needed.

If you could go back in time and talk to your 13-year-old self, what would you say to them?

Hang in there, it gets better.

When are you most happy?

Shopping. LOL! Nothing is better than the Kiddo and I running around the mall shopping.

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

The kind that likes cats lol, since I’m a cat person. ;)

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What inspired you to write Nighttime Promises?

Short version is the story was written for an anthology call. Well, I knew right quick this story wasn’t going to work for a 20K word limit. And I was right; it turned into 3 books lol.

Is there anything special you’d like us to know about your book?
The alien has tentacles. Yup. That’s what I said lol. The tentacles resemble dreads though. The alien looks somewhat human even with the tentacles.

*What are your hopes for this title?
Same as any of my books: that it’ll entertain folks. Maybe take someone away from real life for a little while. God knows, we all need a break every once in a while.


Be careful what you wish for... 

The first time Daroshi spotted Bryan, the Maz’Rarian warrior knew he wanted the small town sheriff as his mate. Things have been going downhill since. Daroshi doesn’t have experience dealing with humans, especially a very unhappy human male who’s just had his well-planned life jerked out from under him. Little does Daroshi know the changes Bryan will insist be made to help him adjust. But he also never dreamed someone would actually try to kill his mate.

The shocks just keep coming for Sheriff Bryan Coltrane. Finding out aliens exist was bad enough. Finding himself mated to one was definitely not on his to-do list. Wait, what? Did someone say tentacles? And if that’s not enough, a killer tried to poison him. Added to his misery, now he’s on his way to another planet—a planet that he hates on sight. How’s he supposed to survive in such a cold, ugly industrialized world? Can you take the country out of the boy without killing his spirit?

As Bryan struggles to adapt, a killer plots to end his new life... before it even begins.


And were there more than a few strands of gray in his dark hair now? At age thirty-four this was ridiculous. That’s what stress would do, though, and this was about as stressful a situation as he’d ever been in. Bryan sighed. The poisoning deal scared him; he could have died. Should have died, actually. Someone was after his ass and they didn’t know whom. On top of that, they were hurtling through space toward a planet he’d soon be calling home. With an alien.
Yeah, stressful. “Shit,” he muttered. “Things have got to get—”


Bryan flinched at the roar from the other room. Damn, do these aliens know how to do anything other than yell?

“Where are you? Bryan? Bryan! By the stars, answer me!”

A loud crash echoed into the bathroom.

“Oh, for God’s sake.” Bryan shook his head. What the hell was Daroshi doing out there? Tearing Medical apart looking for him? Did Daroshi think he’d… what? Run away? Where was there to run? Besides, he had someone trying to kill him. He damn sure wasn’t going to go wandering the halls alone.


“I’m in here, Daroshi.”

Daroshi slammed into the bathroom area, chest heaving and tentacles writhing on his back. Jesus, he looked fierce. “What are you doing?”

“Playing checkers.” Bryan rolled his eyes. “What do you think I’m doing in here? It’s a bathroom. Come on, big guy, you figure it out. Jeez.”

Daroshi leaned against the doorframe, the rise and fall of his chest slowing. “I’m not even going to ask what this ‘checkers’ means. Bryan, the medibed stopped monitoring your stats. The low beeping noise ceased. I woke up thinking there was something wrong, and instead I find you’re… You weren’t there.”

“Aw, man, I didn’t think. I had to use the bathroom and… What are you doing?” Bryan grabbed hold of Daroshi’s shoulders as his feet left the ground.

Daroshi hoisted Bryan into his arms, growling loudly even as a tentacle snaked across one massive shoulder to pet Bryan. “I’m taking you back to the medibed. You know, it’s that thing that monitors your body’s systems. You were poisoned and shouldn’t be up. Do you understand how serious this is?”

Huh, sarcasm. “Since I was the one poisoned I’d have to say that yeah, I get it.” Bryan rested his head against Daroshi’s neck. Good thing he already went to the bathroom. “Wow, is that your best bedside manner? Because I have to tell you, it leaves a lot to be desired.”

“Waking up and finding you missing left a lot to be desired.” Daroshi gently lowered Bryan back down onto the medibed. “Do not do that again.”

Nighttime Promises is the end of the Nighttime series and is available from Smashwords | ARe | Amazon

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About the Author:

M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.

But her most beloved hobby was reading. Even at an early age she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the world the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.

By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.

Visit M.A. at her blog or e-mail her at


  1. Great interview. I love Bryan and Daroshi so I've already picked up my copy.