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Grammarly

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I’m one of the , probably many millions of, people offered a free month of Grammarly Premium, the online proofreader, in return for blogging about it.

My only previous experience of Grammarly was to read the self published novel of a friend who claimed that Grammarly was all she needed to turn out a professional quality product and she didn’t know why people bothered with that whole tedious submission, content edit, copy edit, proof reading business. After reading the novel, I very gently tried to correct this assumption and she no longer speaks to me.

As you can imagine, my impression of Grammarly is somewhat sceptical. However I’m going to give it a really fair whack and will report back on it. This maybe unfair of me since everything I’m currently writing has really hard words in it that confuse the hell out of Word’s built in spell/grammar checker but any dictionary that doesn’t have ‘reins’ in it, instead insisting that I substitute ‘reigns’, isn’t worth the paper or pixels it’s printed on.

I’d love to compare notes with anyone else who is giving it a trial.

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Announcing a blog hop for this intense erotic novel that combines a M/F romance with a M/M one.

Jealousy

Blurb:

When Heather Cooper married Peter, she thought that she had finally found someone who could handle the inseparable bond she shares with her gay best friend, Justin Perrotta. It’s only a matter of time, however, before jealousy rears its ugly head and Peter’s true feelings emerge. He starts drinking and his erratic behavior threatens their marriage.

Burned by an ex-boyfriend, Justin refuses to open his heart to love again. Wild relationships and one night stands leave him lonely and unfulfilled, even though he will not admit it. He finds love when he least expects it, but his fear of commitment threatens to ruin the best thing that has ever happened to him.

In this modern day ‘Will and Grace’ meets ‘Sex and the City’, two best friends, a straight woman and a gay man, struggle to find someone to love as much as they love each other.

Reviewed here by Cat of MM Good Book Reviews.

Join in the blog hop:

October 1
Falling In Fall – http://fallinginfall.blogspot.com
Sweets Books – http://www.sweetsbooks.wordpress.com

October 2
Morning After a Good Book – http://morningafteragoodbook.blogspot.com/
Jessica’s Book Review – http://www.jessicasbookreview.com
StayBlu Reads – http://www.stayblureads.blogspot.co

October 3
Love Between the Sheets – http://www.readlovelust.com
Rumpled Sheets Blog – http://rumpledsheetsblog.wordpress.com/

October 4
Alphas Authors & Books Oh My – http://alphasauthorsbooksohmy.info/
Rusty’s Reading – http://rustysreading.com
booky ramblings of a neurotic mom – http://beanieboo78.wordpress.com/

October 5
Mustreadbooksordie – http://mustreadbooksordie.blogspot.com/
Jill Prand – http://jillprand.blogspot.com
Keepin’ it Real Book Blog – http://www.krbblog.com

October 6
Book Fanatic – http://ronireviews.blogspot.com/
Reading Bliss – http://ashleysreadingbliss.blogspot.com
Thoughts and Reviews – http://www.thoughtsandreviews.com

October 7
Mary Elizabeth’s Crazy Book Obsession –
http://www.maryelizabethscrazybookobsession.com/
Love Books? Blog Books
https://plus.google.com/u/0/111744803711149044975/posts

October 8
Into the Night Reviews – http://intothenightbookreviews.blogspot.com
Scandalous Book Blog – http://scandalousbookblog.blogspot.co.uk/

October 9
The book obsessed momma – http://www.thebookobsessedmomma.blogspot.com
Stories and Swag – http://storiesandswag.blogspot.com
sweet sassy sexy book blog – http://sweetsassysexybookblog.wordpress.com/

October 10
Wild Wordy Women – http://wildwordywomen.com/
Swoon Worthy Books – http://www.swoonworthybooks.com
Sensuous Promos – – http://sensuouspromos.blogspot.com

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Saturday Recs

Saturday so time for another recently read gem from my book heap – it used to be a pile but the dog knocked it over.

This week I’d like to recommend “You Are Here” by Chris Delyani. I interviewed Chris a few weeks ago and was very intrigued by the book so I bought and began to read an ecopy, then was delighted to be offered and sent a paperback. Thanks Chris 🙂 I mention this in the interest of full disclosure but I’d have been scheduling this post anyway.

I suppose I could describe it as a contemporary romance but it’s very much more than that. It tells the story of three very different men – Peter, a quiet young man who desperately wants to be an artist, Miles, searching for an ex-lover, and Nick, the best looking man anyone anywhere has ever seen. Over the course of the book the three impact on each other’s lives in different ways, aided and abetted by the most real cast of supporting characters I think I’ve ever seen in a romance, sometimes through affairs, sometimes through kindnesses or cruelties. Nobody is perfect. Every man jack of them has moments of selfishness or idiocy, moments where, reading, I growled at them and wanted to administer a short sharp slap, but I never at any point, and this is rare in romances, said “what the heck did you do that for?” Very highly recommended.

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The latest adventure for Jonty and Orlando, Lessons for Suspicious Minds, is now available from Amazon US, Amazon UK, ARe and all the usual places.

I’ll be chatting to Charlie next Tuesday about the book and the inspiration for it.

Blurb:
An invitation to stay at a friend of the Stewart family’s stately home can only mean one thing for Jonty Stewart and Orlando Coppersmith—a new case for the amateur sleuths! With two apparently unrelated suicides, a double chase is on.

But things never run smoothly for the Cambridge fellows. In an era when their love dare not speak its name, the chance of discovery (and disgrace) is ever present—how do you explain yourself when a servant discovers you doing the midnight run along the corridor?

The chase stops being a game for Orlando when the case brings back memories of his father’s suicide and the search for the identity of his grandfather. And the solution presents them with one of the most difficult moral decisions they’ve had to make…
Excerpt:
“Are we content, Dr. Coppersmith?” Jonty, warm from the port and just slightly dishevelled from an encounter with the family’s Irish wolfhound, stood in Orlando’s doorway in the guest corridor to say his goodnights. Although, as usual, the loquacious toad couldn’t just say “see you tomorrow” and have done with it. Not when five hundred words would suffice.

“We are. Two mysteries. What more could a man want?” The man he loved to share his bed with him, obviously, but neither of them would be getting that. They’d managed a bit of room hopping at the Old Manor—where nobody seemed to bat an eyelid—and when they took a two-bedroom suite at a hotel, but neither of them was going to risk a pyjama-clad slink along the corridor at Fyfield.

Maybe Jonty was feeling the same reluctance to part for the night.

“The nature of the cases not worrying you?”

“No!” Orlando said, avoiding Jonty’s gaze but not able to avoid the disapproving sniff. “Sorry, shouldn’t have been so abrupt. No, I’m fine.”

Jonty leaned his head against the doorframe, clearly weighing up whether he was being told the truth and how far to pursue it if he wasn’t. Orlando had seen that determined look before.

“As you wish.” Jonty stifled a yawn. “I shall see you in the morning. Breakfast and then interrogating the chambermaids?”

“Something like that. Sleep well.”

“I will. My head will hit the pillow and then it’ll be morning tea time.” Jonty slipped away to his room, leaving Orlando, unmoving, staring at the door. Sleep wasn’t going to be easy to find, with dormant memories of his father—cruelly awoken more than once today—dogging his thoughts. He was far too used to having Jonty’s cold feet in the small of his back or his gentle snoring in his ear.

Maybe he could lull himself to sleep by dreaming up a plan of campaign to solve what seemed like two impossible problems.

Charlie

http://www.charliecochrane.co.uk

http://charliecochrane.livejournal.com

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Love at first sight

Edward II and one of the great love stories of the Middle Ages

Colin Falconer

It is love at first sight.

I knew from the moment I laid eyes that this would be forever. Men like my father, like my cousin Lancaster sneer at such conceits but I know it to be true and my life will bear out the truth of it.

You say you believe in love. What would you have done in my position?

If you love someone you want to give them the earth, don’t you? I did not possess the earth but I possessed a good portion of it, much of England anyway and I was in a position to be generous. As King of England was I not entitled to choose who I loved? I must marry for political reasons, I understood this was my duty, but England could not rule my heart as well.

But you have your queen now, my barons said, and they sought to threaten me. You cannot have affairs. Anyone else must be sent away – exile they said, nothing less.

So of course I defied them. Isn’t that what any true lover would have done?

Edward II and Piers Gaveston by Marcus Stone. Wikimedia

But in the end, for the good of England, I let my love be sent into exile. It broke my heart. Later I realised the mistake I had made. Should you ever find your soul mate, then you will know what I mean. You cannot live without them.

So I rescinded the order. It was an act of courage, not weakness. This is a love story, I told you that.

So when later my love was threatened, I took up arms. What would you call a man who will not stand up for what he loves?

I fought tooth and nail.

Men have been called heroes before me and after me for doing so.

Why not me?

And then my sweet lover, the one who set my body and soul on fire with their kisses, the only one whose touch I craved, they were butchered in a field and their body left there mutilated?

My barons and my cousins did this. These were the ones I had to govern with, I needed their armies, their support. I could not take vengeance straight away, no matter the agony in my soul.

But I never forgot my love. Every day there were prayers said. Every year on the anniversary of their terrible death I went there and prayed. Till the day I died I never stopped loving.

The Gaveston Cross on Blacklow Hill, marking the site of Piers’ execution. Wikimedia

What else could I do?

What would you have done?

Yes, he was a man same as I. But I loved him as much as a man ever loved any woman.

You say you believe in love.

Then why should you judge me now?

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Isabella

Blurb:

She was taught to obey. Now she has learned to rebel.

12 year old Isabella, a French princess marries the King of England – only to discover he has a terrible secret. Ten long years later she is in utter despair – does she submit to a lifetime of solitude and a spiritual death – or seize her destiny and take the throne of England for herself?

Isabella is just twelve years old when she marries Edward II of England. For the young princess it is love at first sight – but Edward has a terrible secret that threatens to tear their marriage – and England apart.

Who is Piers Gaveston – and why is his presence in the king’s court about to plunge England into civil war?

The young queen believes in the love songs of the troubadours and her own exalted destiny – but she finds reality very different. As she grows to a woman in the deadly maelstrom of Edward’s court, she must decide between her husband, her children, even her life – and one breath-taking gamble that will change the course of history.

This is the story of Isabella, the only woman ever to invade England – and win.

In the tradition of Philippa Gregory and Elizabeth Chadwick, ISABELLA is thoroughly researched and fast paced, the little known story of the one invasion the English never talk about.

ISABELLA, Braveheart of France, available now from Amazon US and Amazon UK

And also available as POD from Cool Gus publishing.

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Hump Day Hook

It’s Wednesday – Hump Day Hook Day – time to whizz round the web looking for excerpts of fiction.  Believe me there are some doozies. Click on the pretty picture to get to the list.

Still here! You’re brave.

Okay – Sir Patrick FitzRoy, very much the worse for wear, has woken up and is being chaffed by Phelim, his valet, who knows something that Pat has forgotten about.

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Lord Patrick FitzRoy levered himself up into a sitting position. Far from being the handsome devil that Aubrey had described, he looked exactly as a man would who has been dragged home, dead drunk, by a crossing sweeper. He was still dressed in the tattered and stained remnants of evening dress, but his shirt had been partially torn from his body and a raw graze on one shoulder had bled freely. He looked down at himself in bewilderment.

“Disgusting, aren’t you?” Phelim commented. “Yacoub Khan is shocked to the core. You know how Mohammedans feel about drunkenness.”

“I’ve seen him high as a kite,” Pat muttered defensively.

“But that wasn’t alcohol, as you well know, shame to you.”

Pat growled then, as his eyes began to focus, he peered at the wreckage around him.

“Why is my room such a mess?”

“Because you, my lord and master, woke up and took a little walk earlier. We could hear you banging about but we could also hear what you were saying and what you were doing so we decided not to interfere.” Phelim winced as his master hiccupped. “Don’t start that again. Why don’t you go down to the stable yard and stand under the pump? Almost anyone would be pleased to work the handle for you. Honest to God, it’s more than a body can bear. It’ll all have to stop when you’re married!”

“What are you wittering on about, Phelim?”

“Ha! It doesn’t surprise me that you’ve forgotten. Read this. It’s the reason for all your celebrations.”

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Early stag night, I bet. So what will Pat think about his impending nuptials? Find out next week.

 

 

 

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Wake Up to Shine

Mortal pets create only problems. But if your lover is Belial, the Prince of Trickery, the Lord of Lust and the Antilight, the chances that he will stop growing his collection of playthings are slim. Adhemar knows it, and the only way to win in this situation is to accept a bet that makes his stomach clench.

The stakes are high but so is the prize, and if he plays his cards well, he will show Belial what little allure mortals hold. Then his demon will resign his plays. Adhemar only needs to find two men with zero probability of falling in love with each other.

Charismatic, successful, and handsome music producer Sam Nuada. A bored dominant man cherishing an impossible ideal of an independent submissive. He doesn’t do contracts, safe words, and scenes. He isn’t clad in leather and despises collaring ceremonies. If he were a king, he would want his first knight. A man who would follow him willingly and at the same time would use his own wits if the situation demands it.

Plain Rick Sherlan whose only alluring trait is his voice. A submissive virgin with a strong desire to please and obey. If Sam were a king, Rick would be happy as his squire, as his servant boy. He would bend over backwards just to hear Sam’s satisfied purrs… if he weren’t plagued by an unhealthy addiction to seeking the longest, most dangerous, and least effective shortcuts to his goals. But it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t live a fantasy full of kings, knights, and pages. He lives a fairy tale… about the ugly duckling. Only in his version, the duckling never transforms into a beautiful swan.

But Love is the strangest god, and events set in motion by the bet, a quiet summer night on San Malo beach, an old song sung in a tenor of unearthly beauty, and one intense physical examination unfold in ways Adhemar would never have seen coming.

Sam takes Rick in hand quite literally, and the feedback he provides to his young charge is… rather physical in its nature. Domestic discipline rules, ideals blur, and hearts speak.

And when Adhemar’s own past and his longing for the stage kick in, when fascination with the dynamics between the two men creeps up on him, he is no longer so sure he will win the bet. Maybe, just maybe, it would be better to see Rick shine and win the Pop Star contest and Sam’s love.

Will he? And what role will Adhemar play in his fate?

Available from Amazon.

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My guest today will need no introduction to fans of rockstar based novels, but Melanie’s latest release is a little different. Goblins comprises two stories set in a fantasy world where magic is a reality and the creatures of mythology roam the world having a good time – or not as the case may be.

Here’s Melanie to tell you a little more about her world.

Goblins: Witchcraft

The seventeenth century was the age of witchcraft.

Witchcraft, as it was then, was taken a lot more seriously than it is today by the general public. White witches, or practitioners of good magic, were sought out by everyday folk for lots of things; from charms and good luck spells, to medicinal help.

But, there’s always some who have to spoil it for everyone else. In an age where medicine was in its infancy, and illnesses were seen as ‘magic’, it didn’t take much for normal folk to fear thise who took their practises further. Such was the staunch willingness to believe, that people grew more and more scared of those practising black magic, the dark arts, thus a fear of witches was born.

Witchcraft was not made a capital offence in Britain until 1563. (That’s a long way into history, and witchcraft had been used up until then, for sure.) So why now? Well, it’s tied into what was happening religion-wise in the country.

In England and Scotland, popular fear of witchcraft mingled with the rise of the reformed church.

Bell book and candle – a tried and true formula.
I believe this photo is by Andy Keir.

People believed in witches before the reformation, but catholic church with its bells, candles and holy water provided a means to keep ‘sorcery’ at bay. The protestants, however, denounced all that as Popish superstitions. So, what was to keep folk safe now?

With the civil unrest in England, and people already choosing sides with religion, and later on between King and Parliament, suspicion rose. Ordinary folk, often the poorest of the poor, were accused of being witches, or practising witchcraft, and were taken to trial.

Essex, in England, hung the most witches overall.

It is a truly sad, and remarkable, piece of history. My first experience of sympathy for these so-called witches was probably when I visited The London Dungeon as a child, and saw one of the exhibits of a witch, which was often an old woman, home alone with a cat. (An animal like this, or even a bird, was looked upon as the witch’s familiar.) I’m a cat person; always loved cats.

I watched documentaries on this period, too, sad that even cats were persecuted just for being alive. It is thought that if all those cats hadn’t been killed during this period, that there’d have been less rats in London, and therefore less fleas spreading germs to humans which resulted in The Great Plague of London (1665-1666).

There’s a lesson, there! Cats are good!

I’ve always been of the opinion that society kinda sucked anyway; since school, in fact. I could easily see how one would want to say ‘bugger off, the lot of you’ and go live alone, perhaps with a pile of cats. Brew a few herbs, swear at the wrong person, and suddenly you’re accused of being a witch. It’s incredibly unfair, and always reasonated with me.

With all this in mind, I knew I wanted to write my first Goblins story about a witch. Not just a witch, but a warlock.

Below is an exchange between two of my goblins:

“You have to call the male ones warlocks now.”
“What? By whose law?”
“Mm, the elves said.”

I wanted even the goblins and elves to be wary of witches. In my fictional world, magic is as real as the trees, and everyone is wary of each other. But I wondered, instead of an old and gnarly sorcerer, what if my warlock looked more like this?

(Yes, I know this pic looks a bit ‘elfy’… It was the closest resemblance I could find!)
I wanted a young and pretty warlock, someone who was tempting enough to turn my goblin’s head and stalk him at his cabin.

A cabin in the woods? Ooh, yes, please! I was lucky enough to be invited to stay in a yurt, two years ago. My friend called it ‘glamping’, but it was very much my cup of tea! (Tea: only herbal tea in 1647! Ahem.)

Yurts are Asian in origin, but nowadays they come in many variations and designs. Staying inside one gave me a splendid idea of what a medieval cabin could be like, in my world. (In real medieval times, there would’ve been no windows, no light coming in through the thick walls. Only one door, and only one small, thin chimney for smoke to escape. So I have bent the historical accuracy a little there, because sitting around in the dark isn’t much fun. I also included a bath tub… Because I wanted to. Anyway…)

Yurts, and little wooden cabins, were the basis for my idea of a dwelling in the woods. Wherein lived a cute young warlock. As you do! I thought that approaching the dwelling, one would see something like this…

Just to give you an idea.

Goblins

Blurb:

In the 17th Century, the ancient sprawl of Epping forest is bursting with magic and those who go unseen by human eyes: the elves who rule the summer court, and the goblins who rule the winter court. It is said that if a human catches the eye of one of the fey, they are either doomed or blessed.

Wulfren & the Warlock

When Wulfren wakes from a strange dream of a human captor with long silver hair, and grey eyes, his brothers tell him they rescued him from a warlock, and take Wulfren back home to the goblin king’s palace. But Wulfren isn’t so sure the matter is that simple. Why was he missing so long? What are the strange dreams of the beautiful man with the silver hair? Dalliances with humans are severely frowned upon, especially by Wulfren’s father, but Wulfren is willing to risk the scorn of his family to find the human who haunts his dreams.

Quiller & the Runaway Prince

After a hard winter, Quiller is sent deep into the forest on a family errand, and is surprised when a human stumbles into his path. Quiller swoops in to pester him, perhaps even eat him, but there is something special about the human: his scent is royal, though he protests that he is not, and soon Quiller finds himself agreeing to help the human with his troubles—in exchange for a kiss.

Goblins buy link: http://www.lessthanthreepress.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=92&products_id=502

Melanie website: http://www.melanietushmore.co.uk

Melanie Twitter: @melanietushmore

Melanie is also appearing on Cole Riann’s Armchair Reader blog with more info about her book and a giveaway!

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Saturday Recs

I shouldn’t really be using this graphic because, yet again, I forgot to sign up for the hop – my brain is swiss cheese – but I thought I’d make my recommendations anyway. Click on the picture and you’ll find the list of other authors, all of whom post excerpts of their fiction.

Meanwhile, I’m going to talk about other people’s excellent fiction.

It’s a while since I’ve recommended a graphic novel so here is The Desert Peach by Donna Barr. Yes that is a Nazi uniform. Set during the Second World War, The Desert Peach follows the misadventures of Oberst Manfred Pfirsich Marie Rommel, the flamboyantly gay younger brother of Erwin Rommel, the Desert Fox, packed off to Africa for safety’s sake, kept under Rommel’s watchful eye and placed in charge of the 469th Halftrack, Gravedigging and Support Unit of the Afrika Korps. Pfirisch [German for Peach] is more concerned with keeping his men alive and out of trouble than anything else, hindered along the way by a fabulous cast of characters that read like the Dirty Dozen on crack – his sexually omnivorous lover, ace fighter pilot Rosen Kavalier, his grubby barrack room lawyer orderly, Udo Schmidt, an apparently mute radio operator who is always seen cradling a tiny stuffed dinosaur and Dobermann, ‘one bang too many’ explosives expert who has a pet landmine called Fridl.
The art looks rough at first glance but is vigorous and enthusiastic, superb facial expressions, spot on perspective when the author feels like it and all the vehicles are recognisable, if you feel the need to look them up. Donna Barr also draws gorgeous horses, something where many comic book artists fall short. {Link may be NSFW due to nudity, human not horse}
Sadly most of the early issues are now only available on Kindle [or paper if you can track down one of the original issues] but later issues are posted on the Desert Peach website.

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comfy chairMy guest today is Larry Benjamin, Bronx-born wordsmith for whom writing is a way of life. Author of romance What Binds Us and short story collection Damaged Angels, Larry has agreed to visit today to talk about his new release Unbroken, a book with a very special meaning for Larry. I’ve been lucky enough to read it and can say that it impressed me very much.

Thanks, Larry, for visiting and for answering my questions.

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Elin:  Can you tell me a little about yourself? For instance, do you have to have a day job as well as being a writer?
Larry:  While I’ve always been a writer—that is, I would write and stick my stories in a drawer (or later, a folder called “Larry’s writing” on my computer) —I got serious about it as a career a few years ago when both my partner and I ended up unemployed at the same time. I began to panic thinking I’d never get another job which lead me to wonder what else I was qualified to do. I dusted off the manuscript for What Binds Us and I was on my way. Returning to writing was like returning to a first love long lost.
Yes, I have a day job. I work in Corporate communications for a global chemical company. So writing is both my vocation and my avocation.

Elin: When you aren’t writing, is there any other creative activity you enjoy? Have you ever written about it?

Larry:  Besides writing, I’m absolutely passionate about houses. We’re 6 years into the 5-year renovation of our current house (the 5-year plan on our previous house actually took eight). And most weekends you can find us attending open houses in our favorite neighborhoods. Realtors don’t even make us sign the visitor’s book anymore.
Readers can pick up on my obsession with houses and their furnishings in my descriptions of both in my books.

Elin:  What are you reading? Fiction or non-fiction?

Larry:  I’m currently reading Gerald Durrell’s My Family and other Animals, which is unusual for me because generally I tend to stick to fiction as I find reality to be overrated and often grim. I’m loving the book, though, because the story is quite hilariously told and the writing is very fine.

Elin:  In that crucial inspiration stage of a new story, for instance Unbroken, which comes first? Plot, situation or character?

Larry:  Because my stories are heavily character-driven the characters tend to come first. However, I started writing Unbroken, just after I came across a tweet that asked: when was the moment you first knew you were gay? For me the moment occurred when I was in seventh grade. I was 12. He was the new kid. Jose. One look at him and I knew, absolutely knew I was gay. So in the case of Unbroken, the situation came first. Everything else was built on that defining moment.

Elin:  Do your characters arrive fully fledged and ready to fly or do they develop as you work with them?

Larry:  It depends. Dondi in What Binds Us arrived in my head fully formed and he never really changed. Unbroken spans 40 years. Lincoln, the main character, is first introduced as a 6-year-old so he definitely developed as I wrote. Same with the other main character, Jose. Lincoln first meets Jose when they are both twelve. He is the new kid in school so a complete unknown. As the story progresses, Jose’s personality is revealed and we watch him grow and mature as struggles to understand himself and the world around him. For me the most astonishing character in Unbroken was Jose’s sister, Maritza. She was meant to be a very minor character but she kept nagging me and whispering her story. I was routinely getting up in the middle of the night and writing out more of her story, which surprised me at every turn. In the end she became the first fully formed female character I’ve ever written.

Elin:  Do you have a crisp mental picture of them or are they more a thought and a feeling than an image?

Larry:  I generally know what the characters look like but little else at the beginning. I have a feeling for who they are as people but I find by relaxing and listening really hard they will tell me who they are as they reveal their story to me. I don’t outline, or plot out my stories in detail, in advance of writing, I just sort of write. For me writing is an organic—and chaotic—experience.

Elin:  Is there any genre you would love to write, ditto one you would avoid like a rattlesnake?

Larry:  You know when I was submitting Unbroken for consideration for publication, I had to identify its genre. That was a struggle because I tend not to think about what genre I’m writing in. I just write because I have a story I want to tell. Unbroken is part gay romance, part coming of age novel, part love letter to the boy I fell in love with at twelve.
The other day, I came across a reader’s review of What Binds Us and she said, “Yes, it’s love story but really so much more than that. More like a life story.” A life story. I absolutely love that description.

Elin:  When you were writing Unbroken, was there a point where you felt you should pull back a little because you were putting too much of yourself into it?

Larry:  Oh yeah. I tend to reach that point with all my books. My books are all fiction but they are firmly rooted in my experiences. I’m an emotional writer and that emotion is grounded in truth.
With the writing of Unbroken, I had to revisit my past: the bullying, my parents’ disappointment, the innocent longing for a boy I barely knew─It was a painful part of my history and documenting it was to revive that long-forgotten pain, to show a side of me—part hopeful, part stupid—I wasn’t sure I wanted anyone to see. In the end the struggle to share the truth won out.
When I set out to write the book, I didn’t want to just tell the story of one boy’s love for another, I wanted to share details of a first crush and what it’s like to discover the world thinks you’re wrong in that love, thinks that you’re broken. So yes there’s a lot of me in Lincoln, a lot of my own truth in Unbroken. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Elin:  Put together your ideal team of men/women – drawing from all and any walks of life, fictional or non-fictional – who you would want to come to your rescue if menaced by muggers/alligators/fundamentalists?

Larry:  That team would consist of William Morgan—Gar—from my friend Andrew Q. Gordon’s remarkable fantasy novel, Purpose. Gar is strong, extremely rational and practically bullet-proof. Plus he can read and manipulate minds. Second on the team would be Toby, my 9-year old silky terrier.

Toby the Fierce

He’s small but fiercely loyal and extremely protective. And finally Matt Damon. He was, after all, Jason Bourne in the Bourne trilogy; I’m sure he picked up some useful skills from playing that part. Plus he looks like…well…like he does. 😉

Elin:  Villains are incredibly important in fiction since they challenge the main protagonists and give them something to contend with beyond the tension of a developing relationship. What sort of villains do you prize?

I prefer villains who aren’t purely evil, who have some trace of humanity. I also like to believe that every character can become a villain for a moment in a particular situation. In Unbroken, there are many, many villains but only in the sense they give the main protagonists something to contend with, they are the people Lincoln and Jose must battle in their journey to be their authentic selves—parents and petty bullies. And for that reason the villains are unexpected, people well meaning in their own way but narrow minded, some are cruel, others, afraid.
Sometimes though, at least for me, villains aren’t people. In What Binds Us, the main villain was the HIV virus. In Damaged Angels the villain was drugs and desperation and mental illness. In addition to the “people villains” in Unbroken, there is also the villain of internalized homophobia which can makes Lincoln believe he is broken.

Elin:  What are you working on at the moment? Can you discuss it or do you prefer to keep it a secret until it’s finished.

Anyone who knows me knows I am terrible at keeping secrets. When I’m working on something I start talking about it right away. I’m not writing anything at the moment. When I finish a book, I find I need a “fallow” period to rest, to recover, to just be. Then at some point, an idea will form, or a character will introduce himself and I’m off.

Elin:  Could we please have an excerpt of something?
Here’s an excerpt from Unbroken


Brainiac
They hurled words like stones: “Brainiac. Sissy. Faggot.”
I sat on the ground, surrounded by a circle of boys bigger and tougher than I. They’d taken my glasses so I couldn’t see. I could only sit there helplessly, trying not to cry, trying not to hear the names they called me.
I let myself go silent in defense, refusing to acknowledge the hateful words: Brainiac. Sissy. Faggot. I refused to acknowledge their hostility, this hostility, this constant hostility, which seemed to be driven less by the fact that I was almost certainly gay, than by the fact I had never denied their accusations. I knew instinctively that to deny, to lie, was to agree they were right, I was wrong, I was broken. That I would not, could not, do.
Looking back, I realize I’d let them, those savage boys whom I did not know or care about, silence me, take my voice away. It would take years, but I would find my voice. I would learn to make myself heard over the sounds of war.
“Hey,” Jose shouted suddenly. “Hey!” I couldn’t see him through the circle of boys, but I recognized his voice, that deep, thunderous rumble.
“Come on,” I heard Elsie say. “It’s just that faggot. This happens to him all the time. He’ll be fine.”
She’d known me since fourth grade yet still, to her, I was “just that faggot.” “My name is Lincoln,” I wanted to shout. “You’ve known me since fourth grade.” Instead I remained on the ground fighting new tears.
Jose pushed through the circle of boys. “Leave him alone.”
He must have seen my raw, naked face for he turned to the boy holding my glasses. “Are those his?” he asked, pulling them out of his hands. “Get lost!”
The boy, surprised, shrugged as if it made no difference to him, and he and his posse of tyrants turned and walked away.
Jose crouched beside me; bouncing on the balls of his feet, he looked at my scattered books, my knapsack open, empty. His eyes went soft, dark with concern. He turned, and said something to Elsie. Then to me, “You okay?”
I nodded, tried to smile, cried instead.
“Hey,” he snapped.
“What?” Elsie popped her gum, stared at him.
“I said, give me a tissue.”
She sucked her teeth, reached into her purse and handed him a single tissue as if it were her last dollar. He glared at her, dark eyes flashing. She reluctantly handed him a handful more which he gave to me. “Dry your eyes and blow your nose,” he instructed me.
I did as I was told.
“You okay?” he asked again, handing me my glasses. I took them from him, put them on.
“Better now,” I said trying to smile.
The boys gone, Elsie moved closer, hovering at the edge of our interaction. Her eyes darted around; she looked everywhere but at me. She appeared less concerned about returning danger than about witnesses to this.
“Okay,” Jose said. “Let’s get your books, and we’ll walk you to the bus stop.” He glanced at Elsie who said nothing.
At the bus stop, Elsie sulked on a bench, again looking everywhere but at me. Jose talked to me of little things: did I understand that Shakespeare passage we’d read in English today? Why does the cafeteria always smell of fish?
Finally the bus came and we were each released from his prison.
“Thanks,” I said as the bus drew to a halt. I was reluctant to leave him, my dashing young hero, but happy to put the day’s events behind me.

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Unbroken

Blurb:
My parents, unable to change me, had instead, silenced me. When they’d stilled my hands, they’d taken my words, made me lower my voice to a whisper. Later I remained silent in defense, refusing to acknowledge the hateful words: Brainiac. Sissy. Antiman. Faggot.

Lincoln de Chabert’s life is pretty unremarkable until he comes home from kindergarten and announces he will marry his best friend, Orlando, when he grows up. His parents spring into immediate action, determined to fix him―his father takes him to baseball games and the movie “Patton”―igniting an epic battle of wills as Lincoln is determined to remain himself, and marry whom he chooses, at all costs.

Unbroken is available now from Amazon in paperback and Kindle. Barnes and Noble in paperback and Nook, and from Smashwords in all ebook formats.

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