Monday, September 28, 2015

INTERVIEW: Debbie McGowan & Raine O'Tierney plus #Giveaway! #Cowboys #Bisexual



Hello! We’re Debbie McGowan and Raine O’Tierney, two halves of a fantastic writing whole. We started collaborating early in 2015 and we’ve been writing recklessly together ever since! Our new book is Where the Grass is Greener (book 2 of The Seeds of Tyrone)--in addition, we’re working on book three, have almost completed a new humorous intrigue book, and are about halfway into something dark and mysterious. Any time our queue gets low, we just add things to the pile!

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Do you have pictures that you use for your characters? Can you share them with us?


DM: Well, with Where the Grass is Greener, we started with finding cover models who matched our mental images, so what you see on the cover is how we seen Chancey and Seamus. For my Hiding Behind The Couch series, I came up with 3D representations using Daz3D software, with the intention of making a trailer, but they are the simulated equivalents of what the guys look like. Here is a recent image of ‘The Circle’.




RO: Debs makes a really good point about our boys being on the cover of Where the Grass is Greener, so I will share my pictures of Rell and Crowley from Bowl Full of Cherries, since it's getting an audiobook treatment right now! I *adore* these images. I'm especially fond of Crowley. Yummy!


What kind of book would you like to write that people would see as a huge departure for you?


DM: All my books end up being character-driven fiction. I see people’s hearts and minds, not their physical attributes. So, let’s say I took on hard core sci-fi...it would end up being about the day-to-day relationships in the spaceship crew’s lives. Some kind of magic fairy folk fantasy? Power struggle between the fairies and the pixies, and a friendship that could forge the way to the future. I think I’d like to write a children’s book, but I tried once and gave up. A bicycling manual? I dunno. Ask Raine. She’s the adventurous one. :)


RO: *Blush* Thank you for the compliment, Debs! She’s nuts though, she writes things I think are adventurous all the time. Her insanely well-researched historical When Skies Have Fallen? Uh, yes please. There’s a book Debbie and I are writing now that’s very dark and very difficult and I think people will be surprised I not only wrote it, but dreamed it up. They might look at me a little different. (Or not at all!)


Have you ever killed a character? Was it traumatic for you? If you haven’t killed one, would you ever consider it?


DM: Yep. There’s one missing from The Circle (pictured above). She doesn’t die until book five, and this is a close-knit group of friends. I grieved with them and cried a lot. I don’t want any more of them to die, but I am just the narrator of their story. ;)


RO: Yes… but. It was right. And it reunited him with the person he loved most in the world. So, even though I sobbed like crazy (and do so every time I read it) I don’t regret it at all.


Favorite location you’ve ever written about?


DM: Watergate Bay, Cornwall. It’s my favourite place in the world, and I have at least two stories in Hiding Behind The Couch that are either based there, or have substantial scenes based there (Breaking Waves, In The Stars Part II). Of course, I had to visit Watergate Bay again for research purposes. :) I took a few photos while I was there, and turned one of them into a book cover.





RO: Gah! I do not have a cool photo story like Debs… But I do have a favorite location: Rainy Hill, Missouri which is so not a real place. It’s actually a combination of important places from my childhood. My father’s old neighborhood in Bryan, Texas, pieces of Edmond, Oklahoma where I grew up, and then Parkville, Missouri where I lived after getting married. It’s gorgeous in my head and I’m excited to set many more stories in this fictional town.


What’s your favorite season and favorite activity for that season?


DM: Spring. I love the bright early mornings. Where I live, we get about three hours of almost darkness in late spring (May/June) and the rest of the time it’s daylight. My favourite activity is sitting outside in the early morning peace, with a cup of coffee and a good book.


RO: Fall! It’s cool like spring, but without the tornadoes. But I LOVE summer rains.

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Author Name: Debbie McGowan & Raine O’Tierney
Book Name: Where the Grass is Greener
Release Date: September 28, 2015
Pages or Words: 75,000 words
Categories: Bisexual, Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Western/Cowboy
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Publisher: Beaten Track Publishing
Cover Artist: Debbie McGowan

Mistakes were made, that’s for sure. But was it the night of passion? Or walking away afterward?
That’s the question Seamus Williams must face when he gets a late night phone call from someone he never expects to hear from again.

“I miss you, Shay.”

Chancey Bo Clearwater is a cowboy through and through. He spends his days finding work on whatever ranch will take him and his nights at the pool hall. He’s always done what needed doing and never thought much about what he wanted. ’Til that drunken night with Seamus.

A world of problems now stand between Seamus and Chancey exploring what might have been, the least of which being the Atlantic Ocean. On one side there’s Chancey’s daughter who mood swings from angel to demon in two seconds flat; on the other there’s the new lodger, hogging Shay’s telly and his cornflakes, and making private Skype time hard to come by.

Is this relationship doomed before it ever begins? Or can a surprise announcement from Seamus’s brother be enough to help the two find their second chance?

Where the Grass is Greener features Seamus Williams – the older brother of Patrick from Leaving Flowers.


EXCERPT:

“You’re quiet today, Seamus. What’s up?” the landlord asked.

“Just tired, is all. Got a leaky roof and the fecker was drippin’ all the damn night. And didn’t I get up this morning and kick the bucket?”

“You look alive and well to me, so you do. I say well…you look like shite.”

“Yeah, thanks very much. Think I’ll go join the lads, see if I can’t get a few more insults thrown at me.”

Seamus gave the landlord a wry grin and went over to the others, who were already well into the first of the three games they got in every lunchtime. He watched one of them take a bad shot and accidentally pot the black, the clunking of the ball as it rolled its way through the machinery of the table setting Seamus’s teeth on edge. John was right: he was dog-tired and probably did look like shite. He’d barely slept after the missed call, trying to decide whether to return it or not. His mind played tricks on him, one minute convincing him it was urgent and he should call back, the next telling him to stay strong. He’d made the move. He’d come back to Ireland. That’s what he’d wanted all along.

He had wanted it. Ever since Mam died, his sights had been set on coming home. He’d only stayed for Paddy’s sake, and now Paddy had Aidan there was nothing to keep Seamus in the States, although he was no further away from his brother now than he had been in Kansas. Never mind that he’d already made the decision before he knew Aidan even existed. No. It was a good decision. He was just—

He already knew, before he pulled his phone from his pocket: same Kansas number, same caller. His thumb hovered over the red button. Reject the call. Reject the call.

He answered.

“Seamus Williams.”

“At last! I thought I was calling a wrong number. Man, it’s so good to hear your voice.”

“Er, yeah. Yours too. What’s up? Has something happened?”

“Nothing new. I just…”

The rapid-hard thump of Seamus’s heart filled the pause, two seconds, three, four, and more. He drew breath to speak, but there was nothing to be said. Or nothing he should say.

“I miss you, Shay.”

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The first call had been a drunk dial. Thank the heavenly father that Seamus Williams hadn’t picked up. Lord, the shit that might have come tumbling out of Chancey’s mouth. Now he was dead sober, but only slightly more composed. Had he really just said he’d missed Seamus? He tried for a laugh. It sounded as fake as it felt. Well he had missed Seamus. Nothin’ wrong with that.

“You gonna say somethin’?” He knew he was putting on the accent. Drawing out his vowels, droppings his g’s. His grandmother—who was from south Texas and who had an accent so deep it was digging itself a hole to the centre of the Earth—used to yell at him when he’d get lazy with his words.

You jus’ sound ign’rant, Chancey Bo Clearwater. Full name, cue snickering cousins, and young Chancey sank down low in his chair, ashamed at the way he sounded despite the fact they all talked just alike. The accent followed him when he moved to Oklahoma, where he picked up a whole set of strange ‘O’s, and even having lived in Kansas now for the better part of his life, it was still there underneath, just waiting to crop up in stressful situations.

“I didn’t expect to hear from you, that’s all.”

“Surprise.” He was trying for friendly, for calm. Trying to keep the I wanna put my fist through the wall and did you really mean to let me find out through Lulu? out of his voice.

“Isn’t this call costing you a million dollars?”

“Skype. On my phone. I bought minutes, y’know?”

“Is that right then?”

“But I didn’t think. It’s probably charging you too.”

“It’s fine.”

Is it? Seamus sure as hell wasn’t saying much. There was a long pause as Chancey considered his next move. He’d called because he’d wanted to talk. Not talk. Not like that. Nothing to say on that front. Seamus had made it all as clear as crystal dropped in the mud when he’d left his parting message with Lulu down at the pool hall, Rack ’Em. In a last-ditch effort, Chancey said the only thing he could think: “Boss Tina asked after you the other day when I went around for work.”

That got a laugh out of Seamus, which gave Chancey more relief than he cared to admit.


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Meet the authors:
DEBBIE McGOWAN is an author and publisher based in a semi-rural corner of Lancashire, England. She writes character-driven, realist fiction, celebrating life, love and relationships. A working class girl, she ‘ran away’ to London at seventeen, was homeless, unemployed and then homeless again, interspersed with animal rights activism (all legal, honest ;)) and volunteer work as a mental health advocate. At twenty-five, she went back to college to study social science— tough with two toddlers, but they had a ‘stay at home’ dad, so it worked itself out. These days, the toddlers are young women (much to their chagrin), and Debbie teaches undergraduate students, writes novels and runs an independent publishing company, occasionally grabbing an hour of sleep where she can.

RAINE O'TIERNEY wants to change the world…one sweet story at a time.

Known as "The Queen of the Sweetness" (well, a few people have said it anyway!) Raine loves writing sweet, character-driven stories about first loves, first times, fidelity, forever-endings and...friskiness? In addition to her solo works, she’s one half of a collaborative team with author Debbie McGowan.

When she’s not writing, Raine is either playing video games or fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom at her library day job. She believes the best thing we can do in life is be kind to one another, and she enjoys encouraging fellow writers.

Contact her if you’re interested in talking about point-and-click adventure games or discussing which dachshunds are the best kinds of dachshunds!
Where to find the authors:

Debbie's Social Media Links
Twitter: twitter.com/writerdebmcg
Facebook: facebook.com/DebbieMcGowanAuthor and facebook.com/beatentrackpublishing
YouTube: youtube.com/deb248211
Tumblr: writerdebmcg.tumblr.com
LinkedIn: uk.linkedin.com/in/writerdebmcg
Google+: plus.google.com/+DebbieMcGowan
Goodreads: goodreads.com/author/show/4401329.Debbie_McGowan
Website: debbiemcgowan.co.uk

Raine's Social Media Links

Homepage: Raineotierney.com
LGBT Author Interviews: raineotierneyhatparty.blogspot.com/
Facebook: facebook.com/RaineOTierneyAuthor
Twitter: twitter.com/RaineOTierney
Goodreads: goodreads.com/author/show/7770350.Raine_O_Tierney

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Friday, September 25, 2015

BOOK BLAST: It Takes Two by Theresa Hissong plus #Giveaway! #Bisexual #Menage






Author Name: Theresa Hissong
Book Name: It Takes Two
Series: Memphis S.W.A.T. Book: One
Release Date: September 23, 2015
Pages or Words: 37,900 words
Categories: Bisexual, Contemporary, Erotica, Ménage/Poly (MMF), Romance
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Publisher: Torquere Press
Cover Artist: Kris Norris

Twelve years of friendship turns into something more when Eva Porter’s two best friends confess their love for her after a heated night between the sheets.  Her only dream over the years had been to be the woman for Max and Sam.  Living a ménage lifestyle was new to her, but she knew, deep down, that this was what she needed.  Eva soon realizes it will take two men to love her completely.

When a threat to Eva’s life presents itself, Max and Sam step up security around their home to keep Eva from being harmed, but the man who wants her dead will stop at nothing to take her out.  The suspect will risk everything, even death, to take Eva away from the two men sworn to protect her.

Excerpt:

Max left the station with the two files in hand.  It was close to mid-morning and the evidence from the storms the night before dotted yards and roadsides on his way back to his property just outside the city limits.  Small trees were down and although there was no tornado, there was some wind damage to homes close to his. 

Thankfully, it looked like they only lost a few limbs on the large oak trees in the sprawling five acres of his front yard of the property.  So, it was no surprise to see Eva and Sam spending their Sunday morning cutting and hauling away limbs to a pile to be burned later.

Max stopped on the long gravel driveway up to the house.  Eva was tossing limbs into a small trailer that was being pulled behind one of the four-wheelers they owned.  Sam approached Max’s SUV, swiping away dirt from his cheek.

“Hey,” Max said when Sam was close enough to hear him.  “Eva doesn’t need to be using that shoulder.”

“Tell her that,” Sam laughed and hooked a thumb over his shoulder.  “Stubborn, remember?”

Max noticed how Eva was lifting and huffing with a heavy limb.  Her long brown hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail and she was bundled up in jeans, boots and one of the hoodies that Sam had bought for her the day before.  After the storm had rolled through, the temperatures dropped quickly and they’d be expecting snow in the next few days.

“I’ll go in and build a fire,” Max said, keeping his eyes on Eva’s small body as she worked.  She really was beautiful.

“Okay, we’ll finish up and meet you at the house,” Sam winked.

“Hey,” Max said suddenly, stopping Sam from turning away.

“Yeah,” Sam replied.

“How is she this morning?” Max asked, worried.  Would she panic and run?

“Perfect,” Sam looked back at Eva.  “She’s absolutely perfect.”

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Meet the author:

Theresa is a mother of two and the wife of a retired Air Force Master Sergeant.  After seventeen years traveling the country, moving from base to base, the family has settled their roots back in Theresa’s home town of Olive Branch, MS, where she enjoys her time with family and old friends.

After almost three years of managing a retail bookstore, Theresa has gone behind the scenes to write romantic stories with flare. She enjoys spending her afternoons daydreaming of the perfect love affair and takes those ideas to paper.

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Twitter: @AuthorTHissong


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Thursday, September 24, 2015

BOOK BLAST: H.C. Brown's Stalked plus #Giveaway! #BDSM #Thriller




Author Name: H.C. Brown
Book Name: Stalked
Release Date: September 24, 2015
Pages or Words: 68,000 words
Categories: BDSM, Contemporary, Crime Fiction, Erotica, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance, Science Fiction, Thriller
Publisher: Momentum, Pan Macmillan


Who's more dangerous – a stripper, an assassin, or a serial killer?

The Stripper Ripper is stalking the streets of New York City, preying on male strippers, and the press is making mincemeat of a helpless police force.

In desperation, the police refer the serial killer's case to the Slayers, a team of enhanced, undercover super soldiers. The commander of the Slayers puts his team on the streets to watch over the Ripper's favorite targets.

One of these targets is Micah, a twink stripper and a desirable sub. Micah's baby sitter is one of the newest members of the Slayers, Sorren, as cold-blooded an assassin as they come, and the last person you'd expect to harbor feelings for his charge.

True to form, Sorren is as surprised as anyone at his new infatuation, but Micah is hiding something. Will Micah learn to trust his protector, or is he destined to be the next victim on the Stripper Ripper's list?


Excerpt:

Excerpt: Stalked by H.C. Brown

Chapter 1

Club Surrender, New York

As the commander of the Slayers, Delano Briggs had his hands full controlling a unit of nano-enhanced super soldiers in a constant state of pissed. He leaned back in his office chair, glaring at the brooding form of Sorren, and cleared his throat. The six-seven hunk of muscle-bound “don’t fuck with me nasty” stared right back, unblinking.

Although Sorren had accepted his new duties without question and his professionalism was faultless, he couldn’t put a finger on the underlying uneasiness he had for him. The stripper named Snake from the leather club, Pinkies, had been under Sorren’s surveillance for ten days and nothing had occurred. The man standing before him folded thick arms across his broad chest and glared at him with intimidating menace. He would have to come down heavy to keep this alpha with cybernetic enhancements in line. “Report.”

Sorren placed both large hands on the table and pushed a long straight nose one inch from Delano’s face.

“How long do you expect me to remain sane on butterfly duty?”

“I said report, soldier.” Delano pushed to his feet then noticed Rhys, his second in command, move into the room and take a defensive stance.
Sure, Sorren was a loose cannon, but then nobody walked away from capture by Middle Eastern extremists without repercussions. His captors had not been able to brainwash him or retrieve any information by torture. His nanos had kept his secrets safe and his body in peak condition, but Sorren was suffering from three years of pent-up crazy. The nano enhancements did that to a man left alone with only his palm for company. Delano lifted his chin and repeated the order. To his relief, Sorren straightened and narrowed his unusual blue gaze.

“Nothing to report. The butterfly does his act then goes home. Guys hang around him looking for a little action but as far as I can tell, he isn’t interested. Although, he is a nervous little shit. On stage, the club bills him as Snake but his friends call him Micah, which fits him but it’s not the name you gave me. I think he is hiding his past.” He jerked a thumb over one shoulder toward Rhys. “Tell your boy to stand down unless he wants me to drag his ass downstairs to my dungeon.” He smirked. “I need a heavy scene, sending me to watch strippers every night makes me overheat – ah, sir.”

“I don’t do switch play and if I did you’re certainly not my type.” Rhys grabbed Sorren’s arm and spun him around to face him. “Why don’t you go and fuck your butterfly, then you won’t be loitering outside his apartment with a hard-on all night.”

Sorren’s wide mouth twitched at one corner then curled into a sadistic smile.

“Have you seen my five-feet-two eyes of blue?” He grasped his package. 

“I’d break him in half. Nah, you’ll do just fine, but just so you don’t get your panties in a twist later, you should know, I don’t do cool-down cuddles.”

“I’m bonded to Dylan and you fucking know it, but if you wanna fight, I’d be happy to grind your face into the floor anytime. Here we fight by Slayer rules, which, as you are the new kid in town, means no rules, asshole.”

Before Delano blinked, Sorren had locked one hand around Rhys’s throat.

“I like no rules just fine. Do I get to fuck you when I win?”

In a flash, Rhys cupped Sorren’s balls in his bionic hand and the color drained from the new recruit’s face.

“Wanna play?” Rhys grinned in a flash of perfect white teeth.

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About the author:
H.C. Brown is a multi-published, bestselling, award-winning author of Historical, Paranormal, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, BDSM, Time Travel, Action Adventure, Suspense, and Contemporary Romance.
In 2015, she was delighted to be named Luminosity Publishing’s Bestselling Author of 2014.
In 2015, Highlander in the Mist was placed 3rd in Historical and Rock ‘n’ Leather was placed 3rd GLBT in the Easychair Bookshop Competition.
In 2011, she was delighted to receive nominations in three categories in the 2011 CAPA Awards: Favorite Author, Best GLBT Romance, and Best Science Fiction Romance.
She was nominated for Best Historical M/M in the 2013, Goodreads Book of Year Awards.
H.C writes about strong alpha male heroes and girl next door heroines in complex settings, and all her stories have happy endings.
H.C. welcomes feedback from her readers.


Where to find the author:
Twitter: @HCBrownauthor




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