Thursday, December 31, 2015

INTERVIEW: Sean Michael plus #Giveaway! #Gayromance


Hello Sean 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!



Thank you very much for having me! This is the hat I will be wearing at Coastal Magic and RT in 2016, so if you see it, come and say hi!

How’s your handwriting?

It depends on how hard I'm trying. Most of the time it's fairly legible.

How have you changed as a writer since the last time you interviewed at the Party?

I imagine not a lot. I still love my smut and my happy endings.

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

Living in a big old house on the Atlantic Ocean with someone to do the housekeeping, someone to do the cooking, and a personal assistant as I spend my days writing and wandering the beach.

If writing were poisonous to you, would you continue to do it?

I would have to find a way to do it anyway, yes. Because I love writing. I have to write. I get itchy if I go too long without doing it.

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

Jack touched him, fingers warm and careful, the tempo slow. He hummed, tingles on his skin wherever Jack touched him. Pressing their lips together harder, Dan opened his mouth. Jack gasped, and the kiss deepened, pushed closer. He slipped his tongue out, dipping between Jack’s lips, feeling Jack’s teeth.
The whole thing felt like he was living in a dream, in a quiet bubble wrapped space. Dan just went with it, letting it be soft and warm and good.
Jack tasted like sugar and cinnamon with a hint of wine, but it was the flavor beneath those that made Dan’s cock begin to harden. Jack tasted just like he remembered. Like no one else ever had, no matter how much he told himself that wasn’t what he was looking for.
He rested his hand on Jack’s belly, the man’s abs hard as a rock. Groaning, he tilted his head, sweeping his tongue more deeply into Jack’s mouth. Jack’s kiss answered his, a soft cry sounding as Jack tugged him closer. He fell against Jack, the lean body feeling surprisingly strong. Jack was warm and solid, and Dan moaned.

Give new writer’s a piece of advice based on one mistake you’ve made.

Write all the way through. I used to sometimes put in notes about what went in this spot and would go back to it later. It’s far easier to write it and have to go back and fix it than to have to go back and start from scratch.

What’s your favorite work you’ve ever written—published or unpublished? And why?

I’m not allowed to pick favorites. You see the characters live in my head and if I should pick a favorite, there would be revolts in my brain and that would be counterproductive to, well, the writing for a start, but I imagine to pretty much getting anything done at all.

And finally, you’ve just inherited a dachshund farm. Now what??

Free dachshunds for everyone! After all everyone could use a little weiner… dog in their life, right?


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Author Name: Sean Michael
Book Name: Three To Get Ready
Series: Mannies Incorporated bk #4
This book can be read as a standalone
Release Date: December 18, 2015
Pages or Words: 64,000 words/190 pages
Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance
Publisher: Sean Michael
Cover Artist: Kris Norris


Blurb:


Single father Jack Jones is in dire need of a new nanny. His five year old son Nathan is legally blind, he has twin baby girls arriving in less than two months and the girl currently working for him is leaving at Thanksgiving to go home and continue her higher education. If Mannies Incorporated doesn’t come up with a viable candidate soon, he’s not sure what he’s going to do.


Dan Miller is on the hunt for a new job. He’s had some great placements with Mannies Incorporated, many as Manny to multiple birth families to get them over the hump. He even has experience with special needs children, so the job he’s interviewing for looks like it’s right up his alley.


When Dan arrives at Jack’s house, he discovers that this Jack Jones is his Jack Jones, the man he was in love with during college, and who broke up with Dan because Dan wanted children. Will Dan and Jack be able to put the past behind them and work together, or will their past keep them from having a future together?


Excerpt:
Dan Miller followed the instructions on his GPS to one Jack Jones' house for his interview. He was trying to decide if it was a good or bad omen that he'd dated a Jack Jones. It had ended, so maybe bad. On the other hand, they'd ended because Jack didn't want kids and he did, which was better to learn early on, before they'd invested a lot of time in each other, right? So good sign.
Chuckling at himself, he went over what Drake at Mannies Inc had told him about the family.
Single gay dad, one special needs son - the boy was nearly six and clinically blind. Apparently he could see general shapes if they were high contrast and he could see lights and light contrast. There were twin girls on their way. In a couple of weeks in a few weeks in fact.
Newborns were Dan's favorite. He loved that new baby smell. He loved their chubby little cheeks and limbs, their fat bellies and how quickly they changed.
After reading the file, he'd had to agree with Drake that he seemed like a really good fit for the family.
The position was live-in, so he paid close attention as the condo came into view. Not far from the beach, it was a decent size, not too big, but not tiny. The front was neat and he could see the backyard was fenced in.
Pulling into the drive, he turned off the engine and took a deep breath. Okay. Interview time. He climbed out of the car, with his best ‘I’m the perfect man to look after your kids’ face on.
He knocked on the front door.
"Daddy! Maddie, someone is here!"
"I'll get it, man. Hopefully this one will work for your daddy, Mr. Picky. I have to leave the week of Thanksgiving. I have to."
The door opened and a lovely dark-skinned young woman stood there with a skinny little boy in thick glasses. "Hey there. Can I help you?"
"Hi, Dan Miller. I'm here to see Mr. Jones?"
"Sure. Come on in. I'm Maddie, Nathan's personal assistant." She winked at him.
"Very nice to meet you." He shook her hand.
Then he turned his attention to the little boy. "Hey there, You must be Nathan."
"Uh-huh. Nathan James Jones." One hand was held out. "Pleased meeting you."
Dan took Nathan's hand and shook it solemnly. "Pleased to meet you, too."
"Hey there. Sorry, man. I was paying some bills. Crazy life."
Dan looked up at the familiar voice and blinked. Strong jaw, blond curls, and the bluest eyes in the history of the earth -- that was Jack. His Jack.
Dan felt like he'd been poleaxed.
His Jack who didn't want kids, no way no how was he fucking crazy for even suggesting it.
"Jack?" Oh, smooth, Dan. Clearly it was Jack. Hell, even if he couldn't believe his eyes, the folder he'd gotten from Drake had said the guy's name was Jack.
"Dan? Danny? Oh, my God!" Jack's eyes went wide. "Look at you. You look amazing."
He kind of hated the way Jack's words made him stand a little taller, a little straighter. "So do you. The years have been good to you." Twelve years. Shit, things had changed in that time, that much was obvious, but not how just a glance from those devastating eyes could make his cock perk up. That hadn’t changed a damn bit.


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Meet the author:

Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to "Chicago."

A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.


Where to find the author:
Twitter: seanmichael09


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Wednesday, December 30, 2015

BOOK BLAST: The Sky People Trilogy by DC Juris plus #Giveaway! #Menage #Scifi #Gay




Author Name: DC Juris
Book Name: The Sky People Trilogy
Release Date: December 30, 2015
Pages or Words: 33,000 words
Categories: M/M Romance, Ménage/Poly, Romance, Science Fiction, M/M/M Romance, Twincest
Publisher: Torquere Press
Cover Artist: Kris Norris


Driven by visions of his soul mate, Tristan, Jinsu steps through the portal to Earth, leaving all he has ever known behind. Seven months into their fairy-tale romance, and Tristan and Jinsu couldn't be happier. But when Jinsu falls ill with a mysterious, lingering condition, everything changes. Jinsu's magic is dying and taking him with it. Suddenly the couple's desire to find a way back to Jinsu's home world is more than just a dream–it's a necessity. With Jinsu's time quickly running out, Tristan is forced to seek help from someone he'd hoped to never, ever lay eyes on again.

Tristan awakens on Torottu, but the portal wasn't meant for humans, and he's been near death since his arrival almost ten months ago. Even worse, Jinsu has no idea who Tristan is—the return trip through the portal erased his memory of Earth, of their relationship, or Tristan himself. Winning Jinsu's heart again won't be easy, especially if Kelan, Jinsu's twin, has anything to say about it. Kelan loves Jinsu, too, and he won't be put aside for Tristan. Not again. Tristan knows his only chance for happiness—and the only chance for Jinsu and Kelan—is to follow his heart. Previously published by Breathless Press.



Excerpt:

After taking Jinsu home and grabbing a light dinner for himself, Tristan drove across town, up and down streets once all-too familiar, to see the only person he could think of who might be able to help him. He pushed open the office door, taking note of the little faded metal welcome sign and the open 9 to 5 banner hanging crookedly underneath it. He'd arrived just in time.
"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. How you doin', sugar?"
Tristan smiled at the petite platinum blonde behind the desk. He'd always liked Nancy. Despite the fact that she looked like something out of an old mobster movie—big hair, low-cut blouse, gaudy makeup, chewing gum and all—she had that rare work ethic that made her more than just a receptionist. "I'm good. Is Bryan in?"
"Sure, hon. Have a seat. I'll let him know you're here."
Tristan sat on the edge of a metal folding chair—god, Bryan was such a cheapskate—rested his left foot on his right thigh.
Before Nancy could stand up, the door behind her opened to reveal a tall, heavy-set man with closely cropped dark hair just beginning to thin. Older than Tristan, Bryan had started to show his age. "Nancy, do me a favor and—"
Nancy nodded toward Tristan. Tristan stood, the scrape of his chair on the tile far louder than he would've liked.
"Tristan?" Slight upward inflection in Bryan's voice, as if he couldn't believe Tristan was actually there. Well, that made two of them.
"Long time no see, huh, Bryan?" It was a lame way to break the ice, but how did one approach his former lover when he showed up at said former lover's work, out-of-the-blue after three years? 
"Hold my calls," Bryan said, with barely a glance at Nancy. "C'mon in, Tris."
Tristan cringed at the old nickname and followed Bryan into his office. The place was surprisingly neat—neater than Tristan had ever seen Bryan's surroundings before.
"I've gotten better at housekeeping, as you can see." Bryan gestured to the chair opposite his desk. "Have a seat. At the risk of sounding clichéd, to what do I owe this honor?"
"I need your help with something." Tristan took a deep breath. Best to get right to it. He didn't want Bryan getting any ideas or false hopes. Leaving out as many personal, private details as he possibly could, Tristan filled Bryan in on the events of the past seven months: Jinsu's arrival—he didn't mention the part about the dreams that had brought them together—his subsequent illness, and what Tristan had learned of Torottu.
"So…that brings you up to now," Tristan finished. Bryan had sat quietly and listened throughout his speech, fingers steepled together in front of him, elbows resting on his desk, with that just-this-side-of-predatory gleam in his eyes that most people found alluring but Tristan had always hated.
"Huh. Well…it's not really my line of work." Bryan leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.
"What do you mean it's not your line of work? You investigate the freaky and abnormal."
"Paranormal, to be specific. This…" Bryan shrugged. "I'm not saying I won't help you. You know I'd do anything for you. I owe you after what I put you through."
Tristan ground his teeth. Damn him for bringing up their past. Patience was a virtue when it came to dealing with Bryan, but Tristan could hit below the belt too. "I need your full efforts and attention. You can't half-ass this. It can't be like Detroit."
Bryan straightened and curled his lip, looking away quickly. "Detroit wasn't my fault."
"You may not have caused it, but you did nothing to help. Understand, I won't let Jinsu fall to a witch hunt."
"What happened in Detroit—"
"What happened in Detroit didn't have to. You involved the wrong people. You hung innocents out to dry; you threw your partners under the bus and nearly caused a citywide riot. I won't let you sell Jinsu's story and I won't let you endanger his life. You keep the press out of this one. No glorious headlines, understand?"
"You've been back to the alley?"
Tristan bit back a conceited chuckle at Bryan's change of topic. "Several times. There's nothing there. Everything's perfectly normal."
"That may be and it may not. There are things that can't be seen with the naked eye." Bryan turned and pulled a book off the over-stuffed shelf behind him, thumbed through it quickly and then tossed it down on his desk. "You know that."
"Jinsu's certain he would be able to feel the magic if it were there." Of course, that was only a theory, but having Bryan second-guess him was annoying.
"Sure, but you said he's sick. That could be affecting him. I assume you've done some other research of your own?"
Tristan nodded. "I've been over every book of mythology and the occult that I could get my hands on."
"Bah. We won't find what we're looking for in there. This kind of stuff doesn't get listed in the public record." Bryan folded his hands together and gave Tristan a long, lingering, thoughtful look. "I made a mistake with you."
"Yeah, you did. Look, I didn't come here for this. This isn't about you and me. This is about someone's life. It's far more important than any petty bullshit." On the verge of insulting, and definitely risky, but Bryan had never been good with subtlety.
Bryan quirked an eyebrow. "So we were petty, were we?"
"One of us was. I don't want to argue about the past. Are you willing to help us?"
"Of course I am. I'll need to gather my resources, make some calls. It may take time."
Tristan sighed. Time was one thing they didn't have.



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Meet the author:
Romance author, sic-fi fan club Captain, cosplayer, reigning Queen of Monkeyland, and random menace. Yep, we're talking about DC Juris. She’s a cupcake making, football watching, rubber duck collecting, drag show loving, full of fabulous with a Capital F kinda gal. She's also an Ordained Minister and an amateur photographer. She lives in Upstate NY with her husband, three dogs, and three cats. When she's not writing, you can find her in her favorite chair watching "Star Trek" and "Supernatural" repeats on Netflix, or surfing the web for porn. Er...research. Surfing the web for research. She may speak softly but she lives and loves loudly. Just ask the neighbors. ::wink::



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Tuesday, December 29, 2015

BOOK BLAST: Life is a Stevie Wonder Song by V.L. Locey plus #Giveaway! #MayDec #GayforYou



Author Name: V.L. Locey
Book Name: Life is a Stevie Wonder Song
Release Date: December 30, 2015
Pages or Words: 24,600 words
Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Gay For You, May/December
Publisher: Torquere Press
Cover Artist: Kris Norris

Authors know that their muse is a fickle creature. Best-selling spy novelist Stephen Ramsey has been in a hate-hate relationship with his inspiration for months. Stephen's publisher lays a legal ultimatum upon him, with a rapidly approaching deadline, he knows he must do something to kick-start his creativity or face the unemployment line. His daughter comes up with a possible answer: a summer camp for the creative soul. With nothing to lose, Stephen packs up his laptop, phonograph and beloved record albums and heads from Manhattan to the Catskill Mountains.

There, among a horde of college students attending for extra credits, is Declan Pomeroy, a photographer of fey creatures who is twenty years younger than Stephen. The woods are a magical place, and he quickly finds himself falling under the spell of the free-spirited photographer. Confusion wars with desire inside Stephen as he succumbs to the feelings welling up inside. But, sadly, summer camp always has to end. Can a man who has just found himself really leave the person that makes his heart sing?


Excerpt:
Then he appeared from the tree line, a lithe, pale creature of the Finnish goddess Mielikki’s woods if ever I had seen one. Yay for that semester of world mythology back in college finally paying off. Declan wore nothing but a scrap of linen tied around his lean waist and a camera around his neck. I swallowed and stepped down off the porch, anxious to get closer to him. He waited patiently for me. As I drew closer, I could hear him humming. A smile tweaked my lips. It was Stevie Wonder’s Signed, Sealed, Delivered.
"You look like you have too much on," Declan announced when I stood in front of him. I glanced down at my attire. Gym shorts, a T-shirt, and sneakers sans socks. "How would you feel about doing this nude?" My sight knifed back from my clothes to my guide into the Twilight Zone.
"You’re not naked," I pointed out once I could speak around the knot of desire clogging my throat.
"I usually am, but I figured you’d be far too uptight to not have clothes on, so, I fashioned a makeshift chiton to cover my goodies."
"Okay. Yes, I'm not comfortable with our goodies hanging out." He glanced up at the fat moon over our heads, then sighed dramatically. "I can do no shirt and no shoes, however."
Declan’s gaze returned to me from Madame Luna. He made a sort of cooing sound then rose to his tiny toes to press his lips to mine. It was a soft peck, our mouths touching for a mere second, but it did things to my perceptions of who Steven Ramsey is that I still cannot fully explain.
"I think I'd like to see you without a shirt," he whispered over my lips.
"What are you doing?" I croaked. He shrugged a shoulder, then dropped back down to stand flat-footed. "Stop it, okay? I'm old enough to be your father."
He smiled then spun around, his bare back gleaming pure white. I wanted to touch his skin, trace the knobs of his spine with my tongue. This whole thing was pure insanity, yet I hurried to strip off my old T-shirt and kick off my sneakers. Declan glanced over his shoulder, smiled again, and then rushed off into the night, the coquette. I followed because what else could I do? Not traipsing after the kid was impossible. The grass was cool and wet under my bare soles. The high whine of a mosquito zipped past my ear. I would be nothing but a massive bug bite in the morning. I walked behind Declan, swatting at the air, hoping I didn’t step on something that would require stitches or a tetanus shot. We stepped into the woods. I debated going back for my shoes.
"We have to be as silent as possible," Declan, standing on my right, whispered.
"Shoes are quiet," I replied, my hand resting on the scraggy bark of an old pine.
"Shoes don’t allow you to touch the earth."
"They also don't allow thorns to penetrate your flesh," I parried. My guide grunted in consternation then set off once again. A million questions bounced around my head as I tenderly placed one foot down then the other. What kind of camera did he use? Was there a special ethereal film for capturing fey? Did I need therapy? Did I just step on a slug?
We walked deeper into the woods. The farther we traveled, the more I wanted to speak up or at least scoff. I was working on a good zinger when I ran into Declan’s bare back. He threw up a hand to silence me. My body tightened from a weird combination of fear and desire. The kid felt wonderful pressed against my chest, his clammy skin resting against mine. I peered over his head, my hand coming to rest on his left hip. Declan leaned back into me just the slightest bit. My cock began to swell. My eyelids drifted down as he wiggled enticingly closer still.
"Look at the hazy ring around the moon," Declan whispered. My fingers dug into his bony hip. I opened my eyes and looked up. We were on the edge of a small glen. He lifted up his camera and snapped several images as I stared at the milky white fingers of magic tickling the moon. "Now look at the ground." I did. There, in the center of the small glen, was a small, perfectly circular ring of mushrooms perhaps ten feet wide. "That's known as a fairy ring."
"Huh," I grunted, my body trying desperately to take over the show. Declan had to feel my erection resting against his pert ass. He seemed perfectly as ease with a hard dick between his buttocks. I, on the other hand, was slowly going mad. I longed to lower my mouth to his neck and lick the sweat from his skin. I also wanted to run away screaming to the world that I was not a faggot, but was I? It certainly looked it. Declan lowered his camera and took a few shots of the white mushrooms.
"I've heard tales of the fey blessing those who stand in a fairy ring under a full moon. Would you like to go stand in the ring, Steven?" he asked. I nodded. He slid out of my grasp and reached back to find my hand. His fingers were thinner than mine. He pulled me into the glen. I glanced up, then back. "Are you afraid that someone will see us cuddling in the fairy ring?"
"At the moment," I stepped carefully over several large mushrooms," I'm afraid of everything, mostly you."

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Meet the author:

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, two dogs, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and three Jersey steers.

When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.

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