Thursday, July 30, 2015

Exclusive Excerpt: Black & Blühe by RJ Jones plus #Giveaway! #Bisexual #Erotica

Author Name: RJ Jones
Book Name: Black & Blühe
Series: Out of the Blue bk 2
Book can be read as a standalone, but characters from book one do make an appearance
Pages or Words: 57,000 words
Categories: Bisexual, Contemporary, Erotica, M/M Romance, Romance
Goodreads Link Publisher: Vivid Blue Press Cover Artist: Meredith Russell Release Date: July 31, 2015
Grayson Black has never forgiven himself for not saving his identical twin brother, Jet, from a savage beating at their father’s hands ten years ago. Jet’s near-death never would have happened if Gray hadn’t been so focused on his boyfriend at the time. He has sworn to take care of his brother ever since. Gray can’t afford a distraction from his self-imposed mission, the type of distraction presented by the gorgeous blond showing up at their gigs.
Kris Larson is a firefighter with the San Francisco Fire Department. Since splitting from his girlfriend, his favorite way to spend nights off is watching the Black Brothers play in the bars of the Bay Area, especially the guitarist. But it’s not until the brothers are left homeless after a fire at their apartment building that Kris has the opportunity to know the real person behind the brooding façade.
Gray fights his attraction to Kris, but with a meddlesome twin who just wants him to be happy, it’s a losing battle. Before Gray and Kris can have a lasting relationship, though, Gray must learn to forgive himself, let go of the past, and lay more than one demon to rest. EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT:

Our eyes locked, and I was lost. I fell into Gray’s inky black stare as everything around me went silent, drowned out by the roar of blood rushing through my ears. With my heart hammering in my throat and my mouth as dry as the desert, I had difficulty swallowing. I watched as Gray’s gaze followed the bob of my Adam’s apple, then made its way up to my mouth. I licked my bottom lip, just to make sure what I was seeing wasn’t my imagination, and sure enough, Gray’s breath hitched as his eyes followed the movement of my tongue.

I moved slowly, not wanting to startle him, as I placed my hands gently on his cheeks, cupping his face. Our gazes locked once more, and I knew this was going to make or break us. Gray’s eyes were full of desire and want, but there was a little bit of fear in them too. I just hoped the desire and want were more powerful.

I rubbed the pad of my thumb over Gray’s cheek, stopping his words. Moving my face closer, our lips inches apart, our breath mingled. Gray wasn’t moving toward me, but he wasn’t moving away either. If I wanted to kiss him, and god knew I did, he wasn’t going to meet me halfway—I’d have to take what I wanted.
Gray closed his eyes as I pressed my lips to his. The kiss was chaste and sweet, but Gray stiffened, his muscles turning rigid.
Maybe he didn’t want this after all. Maybe I read him wrong. My heart shrunk within my tightening chest. I’d fucked it all up, pushing Gray for something he either wasn’t ready for or didn’t want at all.

Dropping my hands, I let out a quiet sigh. “I’m sor—” Before I could finish my apology, I had a lap full of Gray. He launched himself at me and took my mouth in the hottest kiss I’d ever had. It was dominant and forceful as his tongue danced with mine, yet it was also tender and sweet. It felt like he was pouring himself into me, as though all the words he couldn’t say, he said with that kiss.
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About the author:

RJ started as a reader and eventually made the progression to reviewing. It wasn't until two men popped into her thoughts, insisting on telling her their story that she started to write. It started with one scene. A hot and dirty one in the shower.

RJ's initial thought was if she could write their scene then they'd shut up and allow her to concentrate on other aspects of the day. That shower scene was 3000 words long and three hours of work.  But they didn't shut up.  They told her their entire story and she didn't sleep for days.  Sometimes she couldn't keep up with what they were telling her and she had to keep a notebook by the bed.

Whilst RJ was writing their story a side character decided he needed his story told too. Then other characters followed suit.

You see the problem? If RJ ever wants to sleep again then she needs to write.
RJ is a wife and a mother to two boys. Even her dog is a boy.

She is surrounded by males.

RJ writes emotionally charged, character driven romances. Her guys will always get their HEA, but it will never be easy.

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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

INTERVIEW: Charlotte Ashe's The Sidhe plus #Giveaway! #MMRomance #Fantasy

Hello Charlotte 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 important thing would you give up in order to continue writing?
So many things! I would give up chocolate, which is very important, and a number of less important things, like my smartphone, my kindle, even my car, if it came down to it. Honestly, the first thing that comes to mind is my day job. I love it, but I would give it up in a heartbeat to write full time.
What is your favorite literary quote?
This may not be the most original choice, but it really hit me the first time I ever heard it, and it’s been a guiding principle in my own writing ever since. It’s by Toni Morrison, one of my favorite writers of all time: “If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.”
Describe your perfect lazy day.
My answer to this depends entirely upon the weather. The perfect lazy day starts late 9 or 10 a.m., with coffee and a book. If it’s nice out, I’ll sit and read on the back porch, and if it’s cold or rainy, my kitchen table is cozy enough. If it’s a gorgeous summer day, I’d head to the beach with a cooler, a blanket, some reading material and a heap of sunscreen and wile the day away napping, swimming and reading. If it’s too cold for the beach, I can happily fill a whole day with reading, marathoning shows on Netflix, and cooking tasty things that involve a lot of downtime (I love throwing a bunch of stuff into the crockpot first thing in the morning on a cold winter day and having something awesome to eat for dinner). And there’s nothing like a hot bath and fresh sheets at the end of the day.
You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)
I suppose it depends on what makes you swoon. That smile from a new lover that you feel all the way down to your toes like a tender caress just beneath your skin? A map of kisses written on the landscape of your body, your own secret texts that you will take with you to the grave? The feeling you get when you wake up to find your lover already looking at you, and you catch that barest tender glimpse of the way they see you when you don’t know you’re being observed? Or do you find yourself swooning over more visceral displays of passion; hot breath on your sweat-damp neck when you’re being taken from behind, knuckles white and slippery against the headboard as you hold on for dear life? If only I knew what made you swoon so I could answer this question…
If someone challenged you to a water-gun fight *to the death* how would you fare?
It really depends who challenged me, but more likely than not, I’d end up both dead and slightly, temporarily famous—I’m pretty sure that death-by-watergun is rare enough to make headlines!
Do you know any cool party tricks and are you brave enough to do them at parties?
My only real party trick is pretending I can hear what someone is saying when the music is too loud. And yes, I bravely perform this trick on a frequent basis.
Give a shout-out to another author who may, or may not, know how much you appreciate them.
Well, since I MUST choose just one, I’d love to give a shout-out to the brilliantly talented Jude Sierra. Jude writes heartbreakingly gorgeous prose, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Hush (her debut novel) for weeks after reading it. I keep starting to write a proper review, but words fail me. It’s just that good. It’s a unique, genre-busting work, and is in turns heart-wrenching, hilarious, and hot. Plus, Jude is just a really sweet and supportive fellow author. I’m as blown away by her quality as a person as I am by the quality of her writing.
What is the hardest part of writing?
Pushing past self-doubt and frustration during the process. I’m a perfectionist, and it’s difficult to have a clear picture in my mind of what I want, but to have difficulty getting it onto the page, and it is very tempting to stop writing when I feel like I’m not getting it quite right. I’ve had to learn to push through and force myself to keep writing, even when the words are trickling rather than flowing.
Do you dance in the rain?
Sometimes, but only in summer. When I was a kid I used to put on my bathing suit and run around in the summer rain all the time, but it’s not such a frequent occurrence these days.
And finally, you’ve just inherited a dachshund farm. What do you do now?
I would immediately order hot dog costumes for each and every dog. Then I would cuddle the heck out of all the dachshunds while I waited for the costumes to arrive.
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Author Name: Charlotte Ashe
Book Name: The Heart of All Words, Book One: The Sidhe
Release Date: July 21, 2015
Pages or Words: 442 pages
Categories: Fantasy, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance
Publisher: Interlude Press
Cover Artist: Sarah Sanderson

Since his childhood, Brieden Lethiscir has admired The Sidhe, the beautiful and magical beings native to the Faerie world outside his homeland of Villalu. Though he grew up in a culture accepting of Sidhe enslavement by Villalu’s elite, Brieden finds that he can no longer tolerate the practice when he becomes a steward to Prince Dronyen, who is viciously abusive of his sidhe slave Sehrys. Captivated by the handsome and mysterious sidhe slave, Brieden vows to free and return Sehrys to his homeland.
As they escape the capital and navigate a treacherous path to the border, Breiden and Sehrys grow close. Breiden soon learns both the true power of The Sidhe, and that the world that he thought he knew is not what it once seemed. If they survive to reach the border, he will have to make a choice: the love of his life, or the fate of his world.


The sidhe was tall, supple and lithe, as all sidhe tended to be, with milk-pale skin that glowed like moonlight over lean, taut muscles. Like all the others before him, he was naked, giving potential buyers a full picture of what they were bidding on.

And he was extraordinary, head to toe.

His chin-length hair was violet-red and it gleamed in the afternoon sun. His lips were pink and delicate with a pronounced bow, his nose had a narrow, smooth slope and his eyes...

His eyes.

It wasn't that they were the most incredible color imaginable: a storm of deep, contrasting, impossible greens unlike any Brieden had ever seen. And it wasn't that they were large and almond- shaped beneath a fan of plum-colored lashes.

It was that they were full to the brim with life.

Never before had Brieden seen a sidhe slave with such lively and expressive eyes, even as he stood for auction. Those eyes were not dull or defeated in the slightest. Wary, yes, and utterly devoid of trust, but also blazing.
Blazing like the eyes of that sidhe Brieden had seen at the riverbank when he was twelve years old— the only free sidhe Brieden had ever had the chance to behold.

The elf stood on that platform as if he owned it. As if he were judging every human man before him, and not the other way around.

He tucked a lock of hair behind a delicately pointed elfin ear, then jutted his chin to reveal a chiseled jaw that contrasted beautifully against his tender features.

And though he knew it was insane, Brieden was quite sure that he was in love.

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What inspired you to write The Sidhe?
I love fantasy books, romance, erotica, fairytales and mythology, and I’ve always wanted to read a book like this one, that draws elements from each: high fantasy with a diverse cast of characters, an intense love story at its core, exploration of sacred sexuality--especially amongst queer characters, as LGBTQ folks are frequently told that our sexuality is not only not sacred but actively profane—in a vivid world that readers can easily get lost in. Because I have read many fantastic books and stories that contain several of these elements but none that weave them all together in the way that I craved, I decided that I needed to write it myself. And once I began
imagining the world in which The Sidhe takes place, I couldn’t stop thinking about it until I had it down on paper.
Is there anything special you’d like us to know about it?
The earliest version of the first book in The Heart of All Worlds trilogy was a work of fanfiction, but it has changed quite a bit over many revisions. One of the most exciting changes was the development of a sidhe language. I was able to work with Nicki Harper, a linguist who did incredible, extensive work with me on this, and I am so excited about how it turned out. The artwork is also stunning; Sarah Sanderson did incredible work on the cover, and RJ Shepherd, the art director for Interlude Press, created an incredible map that is included in the book.
What are your hopes for this title?
I hope that people read it and enjoy it. I would certainly love to see it become a commercial success, but mostly I just hope it has an impact, no matter how large or small, on the hearts of those who read it. I would also absolutely love it if this trilogy ended up with its own fandom, even a tiny one. The fanfic version of The Sidhe inspired something of a fandom-within-a-fandom, and it was incredible to see other people creating art based on a world and characters that I created. I know what an honor a dedicated fandom truly is, and it would blow me away to see The Heart of All Worlds merit one of its own.
About the author:

Charlotte Ashe is a social worker by day and a writer of romantic fantasy by night.  A long-time fan of speculative fiction that skews feminist and features LGBTQ characters, Charlotte loves writing stories that are sexy, heartfelt, and full of magic and adventure. She has put her B.A. in literature and creative writing to use over the years as a writer of online fan-based fiction, and her most popular work has drawn more than one million readers worldwide, been translated into several languages, and been featured in online publications including The Backlot.

Charlotte lives in Portland, Maine and can be found sleeping at the beach all summer and clomping along the cobblestones in her Bean boots all winter, writing fairytales in her head to distract from the cold.

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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

INTERVIEW: Lexi Ander plus #Giveaway! #MMromance

Welcome to the Hat Party, Lexi! Please don your best hat and let's get this party started!

Thank you for having over today!

Where did your love of books/storytelling/reading/writing come from?

My mother. She read to us when we were little and she bought me different books because she want me to love to read just as much as she did. Although, one would've thought she failed when her first book to me was Charlotte's Web, which I hated and refused to finish. ^_^ But the help with the local library, we found other books that interested me.

What were your goals when you started this book? Do you think you met them?

My original goal was to break up Tristan and Theo. Then the goal was to break the hold the Servants of the Glorious One had the Lycans. Then to beat the one who caused all the problems to begin with. Well, I'm working on the last book in the series so we'll see if I reach the goal of giving them an HEA. :)

Have you ever co-written with someone before?

It's funny you should ask because at the beginning of June I spent several days with Kenzie Cade world building and mapping out a short series. This will be the first time that I co-author with someone so keep your fingers crossed that Kenzie doesn't try to string me up before the end of the series. ^_^

Tell us about your favorite character in a book (yours or someone else’s).

Internment by Freddy MacKay has a character named Berg. Please be aware that if I ever talk about him with you in person I will probably start crying… a lot… and I probably won't be able to string together a coherent sentence when trying to talk about him. Just be warned.

List five foods you can’t live without.

Coffee, steak, blue cheese, potatoes, and coffee.
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Author Name: Lexi Ander
Book Name: Surrounded by Crimson
Series: Sumeria’s Sons book four
(Series should be read in order for maximum enjoyment)
Release Date: July 1, 2015
Pages or Words: 48,000 words
Categories: M/M Romance, Menage/Poly, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
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Publisher: Less Than Three Press
Cover Artist: Londen Burden


Tristan has agreed to bond with Ushna but there is still much to do and returning to Tribe Enkidu puts everyone on edge. Tristan is being stalked like prey all the while fighting depression as he mourns the loss of Nikita and enduring a battle of wills with the Elder Council over his birthright. The pleading of his adoptive daughter only adds still more stress to the situation.

Stumbling onto a secret prison while searching for Ushna leads Tristan to risk everything to free a lost God. But breaking the tie to his Flame has more repercussions than Tristan knew and the assistance of a forgotten Goddess and a centuries old lover may not be enough to save him.


Ushna was out of the car and greeting his parents before I unbuckled the seatbelt. Hami wasn't as tall as his son but he was wide, very wide, barrel-chested with a set of deltoids on him the size of small children. His dark hair was cut above the ears and I'd never seen the man without at least three days growth of facial hair. It looked good on him. That kind of scruff made me resemble a bum.

Donya was tall and lean, one of those women who had a natural sway when she walked. Her blue-black hair fell to her waist in thick glossy waves. Her skin was a deep almond, darker than her husband's or son's, and her bright, emerald-green eyes were large and expressive.

They both greeted Ushna with festive exuberance, and why not? I'd kept him away from them for a very long time. I observed them for a moment over the hood of the SUV. Hami picked his son up in a bear hug, laughing loud and boisterous. Donya took his face between her palms as she gazed deeply into his bi-colored eyes—eyes that were forever changed by me. At that thought, I wondered how they truly perceived me. My stomach rolled with anxiety-induced queasiness.

With all the grace of someone my size, I made my way into the house, leaving Ushna to his family reunion. I had hoped we wouldn't see them until after the children were born. I'd entered the home stretch of my pregnancy. Even with the ring of illusion, I had a hard time hiding my condition. Early in my pregnancy, Gregori had fashioned a ring of magic, creating the illusion that hid my continually growing stomach and constructed a normal appearance.
A pregnant male wasn't something we wanted to explain to humans. With the looming threat of assassination, if my identity was discovered, we thought it best to continue to keep my birthright a secret until after the children were born. So I'd continue to wear the illusion even though the ring wasn't much help now. The giveaway was in the walk and the way I stood. People could see there was something different by how I held my body and it couldn't be helped. I was able to hurry, in spurts, and then I lumbered like an elephant—very National Geographic.

Neesie followed me into the kitchen. She was dressed differently than what I'd become accustomed to. Gone were the combat boots, black jeans, and white tees. She wore a pale blue silk blouse, a pinstriped pencil skirt, and knee-high black stiletto boots. She appeared fierce in a whole new way.

"Why didn't you wait and greet Ushna's parents?" she asked.

With a plate in hand, I inspected the cold cuts tray that sat on the kitchen counter. I was starved and wanted something quick to eat before everyone came in. When I didn't answer Neesie, she took the plate from me and started placing fresh vegetables on it.

"I thought I'd give them some time to catch up," I finally replied. It wasn't a complete lie. 

"They haven't had their son to themselves in quite some time. They don't need me hanging out in the background."

Neesie pinned me with her golden-brown gaze. "That is such bullshit and you know it. What's the real issue?"

I quirked a smile at her. "You know I love ya?"

"Yes, and you're the one who called me for dating advice because you suck at subtle. Your 'hey moron, get your hands off my sister' ranked right up there."

"I can't help it if Mr. Octopus Arms was oblivious to his audience."

"Go ahead and keep playing that song because I know you still refer to him as Lonnie Fucking-Fowler. Before you walked into the house, your face turned green and you practically sprinted in here."

"Ahh, stampede!" I gave mock crowd screams. Neesie was not impressed.

"Spill, jackass." She shoved a full plate into my hands and a chair under my ass. Neesie glared at me but her expression was filled with concern.

"Fine, you tyrant. I wanted to make a good impression. I wanted to be able to show them that I am a strong partner and worthy of their son's love and devotion. But right now I'm huge, and miserable, and swollen, and hungry. Why did you give me carrots? You know I hate carrots. You're trying to torture me, aren't you? I'm an elephant, not a rabbit. I get like peanuts or something, not Bugs Bunny hand-me-downs." I threw the carrot at my cackling sister. The woman was not remorseful.


I threw another carrot at Neesie before turning to see who called for me. I swallowed a curse as I faced Donya. She stood in the doorway, her large green eyes soft and liquid as she searched my expression.

"Ma'am?" Embarrassingly, my voice cracked like I was fourteen years old.

"How can we not be proud of you, son?" Donya crossed the room in a smooth glide and gently took me in her arms. "We've always been proud of you, Tristan, don't ever believe differently." Tentatively I embraced her in return and ignored Neesie's sniffles.

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About the author:

Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.

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