Sunday, July 5, 2015

Philadelphia Love

LGBT 50th Anniversary was celebrated in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on July 4, 2015!

Visiting the phillygaypride site, http://www.phillygaypride.org/annual-reminders-50th-anniversary/  , and looking at some of the pictures from 1965 really made me think about how brave so many were to make a step like this. How apt that it happened in the City of Brotherly Love, the home of the Liberty Bell, and the city where the Declaration of Independence was signed.

This weekend the festivities also included celebrating marriage equality, another great accomplishment in LGBT history. Read more: http://lgbt50.org/

I wrote an erotic short story, Philadelphia Love, a Club Evolve Brief, and it is FREE in celebration of marriage equality and it can ONLY be found at All Romance Ebooks - https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-philadelphialove-1844264-149.html

Philadelphia Love

We are rarely proud when we are alone.--Voltaire


Cooper Lawson disliked parades and fanfare, particularly all the noise both carried with them. However, it was the fiftieth anniversary of the LGBT Civil Rights Movement in Philadelphia and his city was jam packed for Independence Day weekend, but the one face he would look for in the crowd would not be there. Elliot Binder had had enough of Coop and his indecision to last a lifetime. Oh, well.
**An Interracial Male/Male Brief **




Excerpt:
Funny how things happen in one’s life. The Supreme Court’s ruling had changed the gay landscape—two weeks after Elliot left.
Oh, well.
There was a bright spot on Cooper Lawson’s horizon. Last Friday he had received a phone call from a good friend who also happened to be his employer. Pierce James had moved to Los Angeles a few months ago but he was arriving in town today for the LGBT festivities and the celebration for marriage equality taking place in Philadelphia this weekend. He would be staying with Cooper and he’d promised to help if he could with the situation he’d found himself in with Elliot. Although Elliot never trusted Pierce, believing he had his sights set on Cooper, his friend promised to be on his best behavior if and when Elliot showed up to get his belongings.
Cooper eyed the lonely box taped closed and sitting in the corner. It contained a couple pairs of shoes, some photos, and a few other miscellaneous items. In the bedroom hung a clothing bag holding a robe, a couple shirts, and two suits, one of which was Elliot’s favorite. Cooper had gathered everything, and then called Elliot to let him know he could stop by any time this weekend to retrieve the rest of his things.
Pierce had called saying they were caught in traffic not far away and Cooper eagerly awaited his arrival and looked forward to meeting his new boyfriend. When the buzzer finally sounded, Cooper sprang to snatch the door open. “Pier… Elliot, what are you doing here?”
“Nice to see you too, Coop.”
“I didn’t think you’d show up until tomorrow.”
“You said anytime this weekend and I’m sure you remember I’m going out of town tomorrow night.”
“Yes, yes, right.”
Is there a problem?”
Cooper closed the door but remained rooted where he stood. “I’m expecting company.”
Long, athletic legs carried Elliot across the room where he sat on the arm of the sofa. Seeing him there ripped a hole in Cooper’s heart. His shoulder length dark hair was loose today, not in the ponytail Elliot preferred wearing. He was the only man in the world whose five o’clock shadow was damn near thick enough to call a beard. Christ, he reminded Cooper of one of those swashbucklers pictured on the front of romance novels. The kind of man everyone swooned over—male and female alike. Oh, those beautiful blue eyes and kissable lips.
Cooper loved the impatient bastard.
Elliot wanted to marry him, but Cooper was afraid to tie the knot and complicate things. Not only was there the issue of Elliot’s mother accepting her gorgeous white boy with a black man, what if one or the other had to move to one of those dreadful states that would cause grief if their union couldn’t be recognized.
“Anybody I know?”
BZZZZ.
Shit! Shit! Cooper’s hand still held the knob. “Well…”
“Are you going to open the door, Coop?”
What the hell. He yanked the door open and Pierce bounded in.
He hugged Cooper spinning him around. “You’re still the prettiest fucker I know.”
“Pierce, you look happy as hell.”
“I am.” He released Cooper, and scowled at Elliot. “Thought you moved out.”

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-jhalisteele

Saturday, July 4, 2015


       Happy 4th of July!

        Have a Safe Holiday



                                                photo courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net   
                                                       “Fireworks” by satit_srihin



Maureen L. Bonatch



Penning stories boasting laughter, light suspense and something magical in the hope of sharing her love of finding the extraordinary in the ordinary world.









Monday, June 29, 2015

Rescuing Markas by @MeganSlayer #lionshifters #sexy #mm

Lion shifters!! I love shifters and wanted to write a story where they lions come out on top. This is a fun, sexy new series and book one is already out. Mix one sexy man with a lion shifter who has no idea he's a shifter. There will be hot results! Check it out!!


Rescuing Markas by Megan Slayer  

Sanctuary, Book 1
Resplendence Publishing
Contemporary, Paranormal
Novella
M/M, Anal Sex

An AllRomance Ebooks Bestseller!

The love of his life will bring out his roar.

John Dallas has lots of money, but no real direction in his life. He cares for lions at a local petting zoo where people can pay to pet the cubs. He’s heard stories and read about shifters—creatures who can shift from an animal form into a human form. Seeing the lions makes him wonder if those lions can shift. When he witnesses an act of cruelty to the lions, he finds his purpose in life—to save the lions.

Markas knows he can shift, but hasn’t yet. He’s fascinated by John and wants to shift in order to get to know the human better. But lions don’t last at the petting zoo past their third birthday. Once he’s at the age of being moved, he’ll lose his chance with John. Will John accept him his his human form? He’s determined to shift and snag the man of his dreams.

What will happen when the shifter and the human are thrown together by fate? White hot sparks.


Available at:
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EXCERPT:
©Megan Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved


John’s breath clogged in his throat. He’d gotten three of the four lions out of the enclosure and into the adjacent farm, but Markas hadn’t made it past the hole in the metal fence. Fuck.
“Joe, I need your help. Now.” He didn’t wait for his brother to answer. “I’m getting the sheet and tossing him onto it. Not the best way to move a lion, but this one is a sweet boy, and he’s hurt. I can’t let the hunters have him.” Don’t let the bullet be in his chest or his head, he thought. Let them have hit him somewhere that’s not life-threatening.
“You tell me when to pull and I’ll do it.” Joe appeared at the hole. “I’ll keep watch.”
John scrambled around the cat, hefting the animal’s legs onto the sheet and then moving his upper body to the sheet as well. Gunfire rang out over his head, making him wince. He’d never been in combat and knew he wasn’t meant for a soldier’s life, but if he could save the beautiful animal, he’d take a few gunshots whizzing past his head.
Let’s just hope they don’t connect with me, too. “Pull. Joe, pull,” John shouted. With his brother’s help, John managed to get the cat to the hole in the fence.
“He’s heavy,” Joe groaned. “I’ve got him, but damn. What are you going to do with him? He’s been shot?”
“I know. I’ve got Willow Needs coming over. She’s a trained veterinarian.” John yanked one last time, getting the lion through the fence. Once they were all safe, he shoved the planks back into place. “There.” He turned his attention to Joe. “She’s been lobbying since high school to get this place shut down. She’s all onboard to help us.”
“Good,” Joe replied.
John checked the wound. Whoever had shot the cat had managed to hit the target but hadn’t buried the bullet deep. Still, the hole was high on the lion’s hip. They’d need to get him to the barn soon.
“I’ve got the others on the trailer. They went pretty easily.” Joe stood beside John. “Ready to put him in the truck?”
When John glanced up at his brother, Joe’s eyes were wide. “What?” John asked.
Joe opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before he spoke. “I don’t think we’ll need the trailer for him.”
John looked back at the covered-up hole. No one was trying to get through. “What is your problem?”
“Your lion is a guy.”
“What?” John stared at his brother. “Did you get hit on the head? He’s a lion.”
“Look.” Joe pointed to the big cat, except the cat wasn’t one any longer. Joe was right. A man lay crumpled against John’s hip.
John met his brother’s confused gaze. He had plenty of his own questions. Some of the lions at the petting zoo really were shifters. Dear God, they’d been bred so many times. It was possible some used for the canned hunts could’ve been shifters, too.
His stomach lurched.

“I’ve never seen one in person, but we’ve got a shifter.”

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Thursday, June 25, 2015

THE END! My Job Here is Done – NOT!

by Nancy Gideon

That last word of your last paragraph of your last page in your last chapter. Miller time, right? I wish! (Well, maybe one!) We writers know reaching the end of that first draft is only the FIRST step. Then your manuscript is off to charm school (or boot camp!) to make it presentable for the public. A nip here, a tuck there, smoothing this, accentuating that, a little more of this here, a lot less of that there, a pleasing introduction, a glossy first impression . . . and sometimes you don’t recognize that raw, vibrant piece of fiction you poured your heart and soul into in the finished product that’s presented to the masses. We’d like to think of ourselves as suave Henry Higgins crafting a ragged waif into an elegant Eliza Doolittle, but usually we feel more like this:


I just wrote the end. The hard part is stepping away to let it rest. Like a soufflé or a cake, if you don’t leave it alone, all the air goes out of it and it’s ruined by TOO much attention. So I’m writing blog posts and cleaning my office and maybe I’ll even binge through Season 5 of Supernatural. Then I’ll come back to my project after it’s cooled and be able to regard it with objective eyes before I begin to pare away words I love and scenes that made me cry in the name of a more solid total effort. (Heroic self-sacrificing sigh!) Then my push will shift toward promotion and the busyness of getting it out there, and I’ll long for those days of just slapping down words in a sloppy base coat of creative energy. A writer’s job is never done . . . but there’s always the lure of that next book waiting.

UNLEASHED BY SHADOWS is the 10th book in my “By Moonlight” dark paranormal shape-shifter series. It’s gestated almost as long as one of my sons, and Monday labor will begin. After bearing down, sweating and swearing, I’m hoping for a Christening sometime in late August/early September. Here’s a sneak peek . . .
He feared no man, no foe, no obstacle or challenge. He’d learned to stand his ground and take it without a wince while growing up with the most to prove in the House of Terriot. He’d been schooled beneath the heavy heel and meaty fists of Bram Terriot, bearing the marks of those lessons scored into his skin and once tender psyche. He understood intimidation better than he did compassion. Had once indulged in every savagery Lee now expected from him. Would have become a brutal, heartless monster walking the same path his father followed had it not been for the two things that called to his latent decency: The brothers who’d fearlessly stood beside him and the female brave enough to believe his claims.

He owed them. He owed his family prosperous lives without fear and subjugation, where pride wasn’t measured in cruelties. He owed the woman he loved the fulfillment of promises made by a starry-eyed boy. He owed them a future in which they bowed to no one and had no reason to expect the worse from one another. And to achieve those things, all he had to do was right the wrongs of the man who’d desecrated the crown he now represented.

All . . .

With a weary laugh, Cale closed his eyes.

His debt. His burden. His to carry and complete alone. No whining about the costs to body, heart or soul. No crying over what couldn’t be changed, repaid or repaired. No shirking from sacrifices sure to cost more than he’d ever thought to wager. The blood on his hands would never come clean. There was no forgiveness for his sins—the sins of the father now those of the son. He was lost but he wouldn’t drag those he loved and respected down with him. Not while he still had strength and breath and opportunity.

He couldn’t save his people hiding on their mountain top. He couldn’t purge his guilt without a willingness to surrender his life.

And he couldn’t protect his mate if he couldn’t provide her with his heir.
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Saturday, June 13, 2015

Friday Night Science Fiction



Wow. Just as the major TV stations go into summer reruns, the Syfy channel takes over Friday night.

First up, “Defiance” is back for the third season. The two hour season premiere brought more violence and another set of aliens in and around post-apocalypse St. Louis, named Defiance. Since my mom was from St. Louis and I still have family there, I started watching two years ago. I liked the premise of an older human man protecting a young alien girl in a wild-west type town. Then things got weird last season with a “demon child” inhabiting the young girl and getting her to murder a whole lot of people. Even though the demon is gone, people in Defiance don’t much care for the girl. Imagine that. As it says on syfy.com, new villains, new aliens, new threats.

Next is “Dark Matter.” Get set for an adventure with six people (2 women, 4 men) who woke up from stasis on a starship with no memory of who they are or their mission. As if that wasn’t enough, when they explore the ship, they’re attacked by an android who then figured out their destination. The characters name themselves after the order in which they awoke. If you’ve read any of my books, you know I love adventure, especially with some humor. Character Five (Anthony Lemke, Whitehouse Down) brings comic relief to intense situations. The creators of this new series created all the Stargate series, so this ought to be good. Questions abound. What happens when they find out who they are? Are they the good guys or bad?

Next Friday, another new series starts. “Killjoys” is an adventure show about a trio of intergalactic bounty hunters. None of them sounds like Stephanie Plum. LOL One of the characters is played by Aaron Ashmore who played Jinks on “Warehouse 13” (one of my favorite series) and appeared in “Murdock Mysteries” (another favorite). Luke Mcfarlane (from “Brothers and Sisters”) and Hannah John-Kamen round out the cast. From the cast descriptions, this sounds like it will be a fun adventure.

It looks like Syfy is on a roll. My DVR is set so I don’t miss any of these shows.

What shows will you watch this summer?

Diane Burton writes romantic suspense combined with action/adventure, either here on Earth or in space. Her newest book THE PROTECTOR, an Outer Rim novel, will be released this summer.

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