Thursday, January 14, 2016

INTERVIEW: Lane Hayes plus #Giveaway! #Bisexual #Erotica #MMRom



Hello Lane 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 this party started!


Here’s my 14 year old yellow Lab in my favorite beach hat!

Tell us about a time you were done a great kindness.

The best acts of kindness are random. I have wonderful friends who stopped by with dinners after my father away or when my children were born. Or neighbors who’ve offered to carry groceries or luggage when I was obviously struggling. But my favorites are the everyday silly things, like my husband offering to make me tea or run an errand for me. To me… the little things get me every time.

You’ve been given the opportunity to go back in time and give your 13-year-old self a message. What do you say?

Hang in there. Believe in yourself!

So, you were editing along and zombies attack. And they are on fire! What do you do?

Run? What does one do in a zombie attack? It can’t end well. Lol! 

Describe yourself using a literary quote.

"I hope I never ridicule what is wise or good. Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can." (Elizabeth Bennet describing herself in one of my favorite books, Pride and Prejudice)

What makes you inexplicably happy?

My family. I love spending time with my husband and our three kids. They’re older now and two of the three are away at college. It’s a rare treat to have us all together for dinner and yeah, it makes me inexplicably happy when the opportunities come!

Sing us a song!

First song that pops into my head… “Hello. It’s me. I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet. To go over everything…” (Adele, Hello)

Should I keep going? Yeah, I figured. That’s what my family says too. J

What one food item do you consider to be your arch nemesis?

Unfortunately, anything greasy! That means no fried chicken, gravy, biscuits or anything butter-laden. My stomach just can’t handle it. Such a bummer!

Biggest mistake you’ve made in your writing career and what you’ve learned from it.

Reading reviews. Lol! I make it a personal policy to only read a few from sites or reviewers I respect and trust. I’m not afraid of reviews per se, however, not all are well conceived or fair and fretting over them only causes grief. I’ve learned the most important thing as a writer is to write the story in your head. There is no pleasing everyone, so be sure to please yourself!

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

I think this is a trick question. Something tell me you have a dachshund or two! I’m going to say… all dachshunds! Good answer?

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Author Name: Lane Hayes
Book Name: A Kind of Truth
Series: A Kind Of bk #1
Release Date: January 8, 2016
Pages or Words: 82,000 words
Categories: Bisexual, Contemporary, Erotica, Gay Fiction, Humor, M/M Romance, Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson

Rand O’Malley dreams of superstardom. He hopes to one day sing the blues like a rock god. Moving to New York City and hiring a new manager are steps to make his dreams a reality. But nothing moves as fast as Rand would like, and everyone has opinions, which include he keep certain pieces of himself quiet if he plans on making it in the Big Apple. Like his bisexuality.

Will Sanders is a gifted musician who dazzles Rand with his ability to coax gorgeous notes from an electric guitar one moment and play the piano like a professional the next. He’s a geek, but Rand isn’t concerned about Will’s pressed exterior clashing with his tattoos. His focus is music.  Yet there’s something about Will that makes Rand think there’s much more to the quiet college student than he lets on. As Rand’s dreams begin to materialize, he’s forced to reconsider his priorities and find his own kind of truth. One that might include Will.

Excerpt for A Kind of Truth by Lane Hayes:
Watching Will’s face turn pink then red was extraordinarily entertaining. I nudged his elbow playfully and tried to gain control of my smile before it threatened to take over my entire face.  When I couldn’t take the building pressure of emotion, I winked at the girls then leaned in and kissed his lips, loving that I took him by surprise.  The elevator doors slid open a moment later.  Will stepped into the empty corridor and gave me a wide-eyed incredulous stare.

“I cannot believe you just did that.”

“What? Kissed you on an elevator?  It’s not like farting, ya know.” 

Will huffed a sigh that clearly said he thought I was hopeless before turning to walk down the hall.  “I was talking about the underwear comment but yeah, the kissing part was awkward too.  No one wants to watch two people going at in a confined space.  And besides, we’re supposed to be playing this strictly straight while we’re in public.”

He stopped to unlock the door to the classroom then pushed it open, pausing to give me a perturbed look before he moved inside ahead of me. I barked a quick laugh as I set my guitar on the back table and shrugged my jacket off. 

“First of all, that was hardly going at it.  It was a peck. You were the one advertising I left my clothes at your place in front of a couple cute girls.  And who said anything about playing straight?”

“Were we not in the same room two mornings ago talking about this?”

“We were.  In fact, we were naked in your bed.  Decidedly un-straight. But the way I remember it, I was one who was holding back the gay while you were the one going for it.  But let’s go back to the elevator. I think you purposefully blew my cover back there with those girls.  Were you jealous?”

He snorted and rolled his eyes.  “You’re unbelievable.”

“Thanks.”

“It wasn’t a compliment,” he quipped as he made his way to the piano.  

“Well, the next time you announce you’re holding my underwear hostage in a crowd, all bets are off, baby.” I gave him a lascivious once-over and waggled my eyebrows before tightening the strap on my guitar.

Will chuckled.  “I’ll keep that in mind. But I’m pretty sure your tighty-whities never came up. My comment was perfectly innocent. There’s a big difference between hats and underwear.” 

“I’m on to you, Will.  You wanted those girls to know something’s going on between us.  They’re probably talking right now.  Bet they’re wondering if we’re in here having sex.  Hell, they could be outside that door listening.  Maybe we should give ‘em something to talk about.” I made a show of unbuckling my belt and the top button on my 501s.  “Is there a camera in this room?” 

“Keep your pants on. I’ve got two months left till graduation and I’d prefer not to get kicked out of school, please,” Will said primly, smacking my hand away.

“You won’t get kicked out.  I doubt we’d be the first anyway.” 

I rezipped my jeans and started to back up, but at the last second, I reached out to cup his chin between my thumb and forefinger.  I traced his jaw and let my thumb roam higher to caress his cheekbone just under his glasses. His eyes fluttered shut.  I loved the contrast of his fair skin and darker lashes and eyebrows.  He was so damn pretty.  And those lips.  They were sensuous.  That was the word. I leaned in and brushed my nose against his.  I could feel his breath on my lips.  The urge to plunge my tongue inside and take what I was very sure we both wanted was strong, but I waited for his permission.

When he didn’t respond, I let my hand fall to my side and started to pull back.  Maybe he really was serious about propriety in the classroom. I wasn’t used to curbing my impulses to suit someone’s else’s sensibilities. I’d spent twenty-five years doing only what I wanted.  Screw anyone else.  Now here I was, attempting to hide my gay side publicly while trying to follow Will’s lead in private. It felt strange, I thought, just as Will launched himself at me. 

I grunted in surprise when he wrapped his arms around my neck and crashed his mouth over mine. He softened the connection and tilted his head as he raked his fingers through my hair.  I responded but let him control the tempo. Until he tentatively licked my lips. Fuck, he tasted sweeter than I remembered. Like peppermint candy or hot chocolate.  I pulled him flush against my chest and slid my tongue alongside his, twisting and colliding in a passionate fusion.  When he gasped for air I pulled back only to have him grind his hips into mine and lick my jaw. He swayed into me with a moan and lost his footing. 

“Steady there.”

Will was sexier than he knew, which spelled potential danger for me.  It was better to let the music take over for now.


BONUS QUESTIONS:

*What inspired you to write A Kind of Truth?

Rand O’Malley was first introduced in Better Than Safe as Seth’s best friend and I just loved him. He’s like an incorrigible kid one moment and a no-BS badass the next. I love his sense of humor and his fearless self-confidence. Rand is a handful, but a fun one. I knew he needed his own story!

*Is there anything special you’d like us to know about your book?

This is a book about chasing your dreams and discovering your core truths along the way. It’s a rock and roll story with a good dose of opposite attract. The rock star and the geek… :)

*What are your hopes for this title? 

A movie deal of course, but a mini-series on cable would be cool too! :)

Meet the author:

Lane Hayes is grateful to finally be doing what she loves best. Writing full-time!  It’s no secret Lane loves a good romance novel.  An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters.  These days she prefers the leading roles to both be men.  Lane discovered the M/M genre a few years ago and was instantly hooked.  Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions in the 2014 and 2015 Rainbow Awards.  She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and the coolest yellow Lab ever in an almost empty nest. 


Where to find the author:

Facebook:   Lane Hayes  https://www.facebook.com/LaneHayes
Twitter:   @LaneHayes3  https://twitter.com/LaneHayes3


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