Elin Gregory

Please welcome C R Guiliano, who is busily blog touring to celebrate her latest release, For You, which will be available from Wednesday 12th March!

Don’t forget to look out for the rules of the giveaway.

Second Chances

This is a subject I’m very torn over. I want to say, everyone deserves a second chance. But when does it become too many second chances? Two very personal experiences in my life tell me that second chances aren’t always a good thing. I gave someone second chances, over and over and over again, only to be disappointed every single time. Another person I know gets second chances all the time, and she throws them away as if they mean nothing, without regard that those chances might just disappear.

So…do you put restrictions on second chances? Limitations? Ultimatums? Where is the line drawn?

People make mistakes. We are all human and it happens. People get hurt by those mistakes. They say that forgiveness is divine. I say forgive, but don’t ever forget. And if the person you are giving a second chance to blows it, then it’s time to be done. Time to move on, no matter how much it might hurt. In the long run, you will be better off.

Life is too short to continue a cycle of second chances, even if some day it might be the second chance that sticks. We can’t predict the future, so why let yourself get hurt over and over in the hope that the person you are giving a second chance to actually cherish it as the gift it is?

I know, that if I were given a second chance, I would remember that it is only in that person’s forgiveness that I have it at all. I make a mistake, the person hurt is not obligated to forgive, or give me a second chance. It was a conscious choice they made because they saw something in me that made them believe I deserve it. Because I know this, a second chance, to me, is something to respect, and not to screw up again.

Because, it might be the only one you get.
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For You
Blurb:
Graham and Jeremy’s first meeting sparks an explosive and passionate relationship that proves opposites attract. However, as time wears on, their differences cause a lot of strain between them.

Jeremy, a first grade teacher and softball coach, is deeply closeted and sees no way out of the darkness. Graham is out and proud and doesn’t understand Jeremy’s fear at revealing his sexuality. After four years of trying to balance the differences, Graham leaves.

Jeremy is heartbroken, knowing that the love they feel is the real thing. He knows he’s the one who needs to change, but old habits are hard to break. He’ll need support from friends and family to make things right with Graham, but most of all he’ll need to find strength within himself to be honest about who he really is.

About the author:

CR Guiliano is an avid reader, which logically morphed into the love of writing. She writes in many genres, but is most happy writing the love between two men (or more!). She makes them work hard for their HEA and considers herself an expert in angst. CR finds her favorite form of writing is in serials, where she can continue to write about characters who have captured her heart and she hopes to have captured her readers’ as well.

You will usually find CR cuddled up to her laptop creating stories to entertain, inspire, and bring your emotions to the surface. CR has a huge warren of plot bunnies that is growing every day, and can’t wait to fill out each story idea and share them all with her readers.

CR was proudly nominated in the Goodreads Best Anthology Nominations and was thrilled to be included with the many talented writers from the same anthology.

CR is a committed advocate for the GLBTQ community and does her best to change society’s attitudes, one mind at a time. You can learn more about CR Guiliano and her stories at the following locations, and feel free to drop her line as she loves to hear from anyone interested in her or her writings:

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/CR-Guiliano-Author/243814592322136?ref=hl
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/crguiliano
Author blog: http://crguiliano-author.blogspot.com/
Works-in-progress blog: http://guilianowip.blogspot.com/
Website: http://crguiliano.wordpress.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/pernwish
E-mail: pernwish@gmail.com

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My guest today is Jean Erhardt, native of Ohio but currently resident in Portland, Oregon, with her partner and their two Cairn Terriers, Hollis and Higgins. While she has written other books (non mysteries) she is currently focused on the Kim Claypoole mystery series.

The first book in the series, Small Town Trouble, was released in 2013 in eBook, print and audiobook. The second in the series is due out in May, 2014, Stay tuned for the title and cover reveal!

Don’t forget to keep reading to take advantage of Jean’s generous giveaway.

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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?

Jean: Yes, like many writers, I have a day job. I work full time as a sales counselor for a funeral home and cemetery in Portland.

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

Jean: I am a professional painter, working primarily with oil on wood. I am excited to say that I will be curating as well as showing work at the Cannon Beach Gallery on the Oregon coast in May.

Elin: What are you reading? Can you recommend something that you wished you’d written yourself?

Jean: I am currently reading A Bitch Called Hope by Lily Gardner. It’s a well written and interesting noir mystery set in Portland.

I wish I had written Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum books. I’d be a multi-millionaire.

Elin: Do your characters arrive fully fledged and ready to fly or do they develop as you work with them? Do you have a crisp mental picture of them or are they more a thought and a feeling than an image?

Jean: My characters generally arrive fully realized. I am lucky that way.

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

Jean: For many years, I wrote and published short stories, mostly with themes of betrayal and loss. Real upbeat stuff, eh? There is nothing more satisfying than reading or writing a beautiful and strange short story.

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?

Jean: An all-time favorite hero of mine is Robert B. Parker’s PI Spenser. He is complex-intelligent, humorous, crafty, a good cook and a bad ass when necessary.

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.

Jean: Currently, I am working on the fifth book in the Kim Claypoole mystery series. I have completed books two, three and four, and they are in the can! I have also started to write a new mystery series featuring Portland PI Haley Hammel. For years, I worked as a PI here in Portland and I will be drawing on some of my experiences and crazy adventures.

Elin: Could we please have an excerpt of something?

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EXCERPT-SMALL TOWN TROUBLE

“Gimme,” I said, snatching the binocs from Amy. After all, I was the professional. Charlene was out the front door all right, headed like a high wind for a compact white car. She looked agitated. I couldn’t tell which form of agitation it was. Maybe she was twerked off at somebody, maybe she looked scared. Maybe she was just excited about getting off work.

Charlene wore short cutoff jeans, an ultra-tight T-shirt and sneakers. Her white-blond hair was pulled into a huge, floppy bun.

“What’s she doing now?” Amy wanted to know.

“Looks like she’s punching out for the night.”

In the weird blue light of Jimmy’s Place, I watched Charlene unlock her car door. She jumped in and promptly fired up a cigarette, then started the engine. Before I could say booballabies, Charlene sped out of the lot.

I cranked up the Toyota. “Let’s roll.”

The rainstorm that had been threatening all evening picked an inopportune time to let go. I flicked the Toyota’s wipers into high gear as the huge splotches came harder and faster, all the while trying to keep Charlene’s car in my view finder. I laid well off her tail, a little too well, actually, and we lost sight of her completely for a few minutes, caught back up, then I lost her again. I was definitely rusty in the tailing department.

I was also a bit distracted by a persistent pair of headlights in my rearview, but decided that I was just suffering from a slight case of the paranoids.

“Damn,” Amy said, binoculars once again pressed into action. “Can’t this car go any faster?”

Amy was right. Faster was the way to go. I put my foot to the pedal, passed a pickup truck which had turned onto the highway, and closed the gap. I was counting on the rain to make it tough on Charlene to notice us if she was inclined to check her rearview. The pavement was slick in spots from oil and from being dry too long, and the dang Toyota was having trouble holding the curves. Maybe I’d trade it in next time for whatever Charlene was driving. At least get myself a new set of tires.

“Aha,” Amy said, as Charlene’s car came back into view.

I clocked her. Charlene was doing a cool eighty on the straightaway.

“Hold up,” Amy said. “I think she’s turning off.”

Charlene made a hard right, headed out route 132. I let her make the turn, then followed her lead. The rain wasn’t letting up and, at this point, neither was I.

We went on like this for a couple miles, us on her tail and the rain beating the car like a platoon of angry little drummer boys. Then, without warning, Charlene jammed on her brakes and swerved off to the side of the road. I made a quick decision and, just short of her, cut a sharp right, and we bumped hard down an old rutted lane. I rolled just far enough down the road to get out of sight, then I cut the lights, spun us around and pulled off on the shoulder. I killed the engine and hoped we hadn’t attracted attention.

We were close enough to hear Charlene’s car humming.

“Now what?” Amy said.

I shrugged. “I don’t know yet.” I tried the binoculars again, but they weren’t much help. The trees were thick and clumped in all the wrong places. “What is she up to?”

“Maybe she lost a contact lens.”

“Maybe not.” A car coming up the highway from the opposite direction slowed and pulled in behind Charlene. There was the sound of a car door opening and slamming. Charlene’s lights and engine died. Then I heard a man’s deep voice. Hadn’t I heard that voice before? Charlene and the man spoke briefly, then it sounded like Charlene was getting into his car. More door slamming.

“Whoa,” Amy said, “a low-rent rendezvous?”

After a moment, his car pulled out of the turnoff, the headlights sweeping the trees, and headed quickly back up the highway. It looked like Amy and I were back in the tailing business.

The car was a dark, late-model sedan, nothing fancy, and Charlene was definitely on the passenger side.

The rain had let up a hair and Amy was working the binoculars again. “I think they might be arguing,” Amy said. “She’s waving her hands around.”

“You get a look at the guy?”

“Just the back of his head. He doesn’t appear to be wearing a hat, if that’s helpful.”

Amy was getting good at this. “Can you read the plate?” Maybe I’d get lucky later and find someone to run it.

Amy refocused. “Nope. Can’t quite make it out. Get closer.”

I knew it was risky, but I was working for Amy now. I gave the Toyota more gas and moved in on them.

“Oh, for chrissake,” Amy said, “I think they’re kissing.”

“Well, are they arguing or kissing?” I had seldom done these simultaneously with much success and figured no one else did either. “Get closer.”

I was practically driving up his tailpipe now. I took a good look, mentally noted the plate and backed off a bit. Amy was right the second time. They were making out. Charlene had her arms around the guy’s neck and, in between road checks, she’d suck on his face.

“Well, this is interesting,” Amy said.

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Small Town Trouble by Jean Erhardt

Blurb: In Small Town Trouble, the first in my mystery series, you get acquainted with Kim Claypoole’s irreverent ways of dealing with the peculiar characters and events that seem to follow her around. Claypoole’s misadventures begin as she leaves her home in the Smoky Mountains to help save her kooky mother, Evelyn, from financial disaster. Setting off to assist Evelyn, AKA “The Other Scarlett O’Hara,” with her newest personal crisis, Claypoole leaves her Gatlinburg doublewide and the Little Pigeon, the restaurant that she owns with her partner and sometimes best friend Mad Ted Weber as well as a steamy love affair with TV diva Nancy Merit.

Claypoole’s savior complex leads to more trouble when she bumps into an old flame in her hometown who asks for help clearing her hapless brother of a recent murder charge. In true Claypoole fashion, she gets more than she bargained for when she gets dragged into a complicated quest to find the true killer that involves topless dancers, small-town cops, a stream of backwater character and even a meeting with the Grim Reaper. We’re never sure if Claypoole can muddle her way through the murky depths of this bizarre murder mystery before it’s too late. With biting humor and wit, Small Town Trouble will leave you guessing what’s around the next corner in the quirky world of Kim Claypoole and looking forward to her next adventure.

Giveaway

To be entered into a draw to receive a copy of Small Town Trouble, just comment to this post telling us the speed Charlene was doing on the straightway

Follow Jean here –

Website: http://www.jeanerhardt.com

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Kim’s Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/KimClaypooleFanClub

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Welcome to the Blog Tour for Sid Love’s first novel, Holding onto Hope, which has one of the nicest covers I’ve seen for a long time.

Don’t forget to keep reading because there’s a terrific giveaway embedded in the post.

Holding Onto Hope by Sid Love

BLURB: Bradley Parker has waited twenty years for Mr. Right, and on Valentine’s Day, he finally finds him. It’s love at first sight, and Brad even loses his virginity to the man of his dreams. But when he wakes up the next morning unable to remember anything—even what the man looked like—his best friend, Leslie, is convinced he imagined the whole thing. Brad knows he didn’t make up the best night of his life, but he has no idea of the danger he’s putting himself in as he struggles to recall the details of his perfect man. His search may lead him to parts of New York City he never dreamed existed and a war being waged in the shadows.

EXCERPT:

“Okay, remember how I said it is huge?” Brad finally spoke, and Leslie nodded her head to let him know she was all ears. “Well, it is. Last night, something happened, something unimaginable… beyond any of my wildest dreams. I never thought….”
“Brad.” Leslie yawned. “To the point, please. I don’t have all day.”
“Okay, all right! What happened is….” He paused, plastering a big grin on his face. She tried very hard not to roll her eyes, letting him tell her at his own pace. “Last night, my dear, I finally got laid!”
When he broke the news to her, Leslie’s subsequent yawn was cut short by the initial shock she went through. Her body jerked forward, now fully awakened. There wasn’t any amount of caffeine that would have made her feel as lively as she felt at that moment.
This was definitely huge, and not just for Brad. Over the years, Leslie had constantly tried and consequently failed in hooking him up with several guys. Bradley Joseph Parker had the arrogance of a drag queen, she thought. He was too picky when it came to dating and relationships; never wishing to settle for anything less. He dreamt of a guy whose mere presence would take his breath away, who would be so handsome that every girl and every gay guy in the world would yearn to have him in their lives. “Such a guy would only belong to me, holding my hand in a roomful of envious people,” he would say with a smirk. “I would look around and say to them ‘Suck it up, bitches! He is mine!’”
Brad had wasted years with these stupid fantasies, and he had remained a virgin. So Leslie never thought the day would come when Brad’s whining would ever end.
But it had. And Leslie thought she would faint, even with the adrenaline rushing through her veins.
“Wha—?” She became aware of the fact that she had left her mouth hanging open for too long and shut it immediately. A smile crept across her lips, getting bigger by the second, and it turned into a cheek-hurting grin. “Oh my God! Shut up. Seriously?” She quickly sat up, hopping on the bed to cross her legs.
“Very seriously, Les.” Brad’s cute face beamed with wonder and excitement. Leslie couldn’t blame him. She remembered the day she had had sex for the first time, and even though it was a while back, she couldn’t forget the bliss she’d felt after finally losing her virginity or the hunger she felt for getting some more. Leslie was ready to bet that Brad was experiencing similar whirls of emotions in him.
“Last night, on Valentine’s Day…?” she asked.
Brad gave a nod. “On Valentine’s Day.”
“That’s so funny.” Leslie laughed out loud. Even though Valentine’s Day never meant anything to her, something this huge happening to her best friend did force her to consider it a special day. “Okay, you have to tell me everything, dude! Don’t leave out a single detail. I don’t care if it’s too much information. I just have to know. How long has this been going on between you two?”
Brad laughed. “Not too long. I just met him yesterday.”
“And you slept with him already?” Leslie’s mind was drawing up the picture of the perfect guy in her imagination, a guy who had managed to entice someone like Brad in such a short time. She was sure he would be down-to-earth, with an impeccably charming personality. “Way to go! I won’t deny it; I like the spontaneous Brad. Who is this guy, by the way? Do I know him?”
“No, you don’t.” His smile wavered a bit.
“Well, what’s his name?”
Leslie watched him hesitate for a moment. “I… don’t know.”
It took her by surprise.
“I think my devilish side just had a mind-blowing orgasm. You not only have sex with a guy for the first time, but you are also telling me it was simply a one-night stand?” She put her hand over her heart and mockingly said, “Mama Les is so proud of her boy!”
“But Les,” he knitted his eyebrows together as he stood up and came over to sit by her side. He took hold of Leslie’s hand, and she felt his grip tightening when he said, “It wasn’t a one-night stand. Definitely not, uh-uh.” He shook his head, and she immediately wondered if he was trying to convince her or himself. “It was special to me, and I could tell it was special for him too. Why else would he go to extremes to make that night an unforgettable memory? He lit up hundreds of scented candles in the room for me, and there were rose petals all over the bed where we did it.” Leslie didn’t miss the blush forming on his face again as he spoke. “There was champagne, sweet music, and he was a perfect gentleman. He kept asking me if I was sure about this.”
“WOW! Sounds utterly cheesy to me….” Leslie said, although she was quite impressed by all of it and maybe a bit jealous too.
Brad let go of her hand and sighed. “It was damn romantic.”
Leslie moved her gaze around the dorm room, scrutinizing it. “I am guessing it wasn’t here you did it then?” She inquired, turning to face him and watched him slowly crossing his legs like she had.
“No, he took me to his place.” Brad had his mouth open to probably add something more, but he stopped abruptly, scrunched his nose up, and glanced at her with some doubt. “I think it was his place… I don’t know. Where else would he take me?”
Leslie noticed uncertainty, even when he shrugged. What Brad was saying didn’t make any sense to her. “The champagne! Did you have too much of it?”
He frowned. “God, no! Why would I want to give him the impression I’m an idiotic drunkard on our first meeting?”
Of course she didn’t believe him. “Right, says the one who’d put Britney Spears to shame with his underage drinking. Seriously, dude, I’ve had to pick you up in a drunken state from God knows how many parties by now. So don’t shit me by saying you didn’t have any amount of alcohol in you last night.”
Brad reddened and carefully said, “I may have had a little bit of alcohol.”
Typical. Leslie rolled her eyes. “Weren’t you at Ian’s party last night?” She tried to keep her face straight as she asked. The party he had gone to was for all the single men and ladies from their college. Leslie knew exactly how that turned out every year by the end of the night.
He gave a nod in reply.
“Well, maybe you did it at his place?”
“No, it can’t be because we were partying at a nightclub last night.”
“Since when do nightclubs allow in a bunch of twenty year-olds?” she asked, certain they must have been stopped at the door for IDs. She couldn’t say about the others, but Brad’s cute baby face did give away his age.
“They don’t, but Ian somehow knew a few guys working at this nightclub that we went to, so we were able to sneak in.” He grinned.
Leslie suddenly wished she could have joined them. “Lucky you!” Now she couldn’t wait for May to arrive; that was when she turned twenty-one. She had been planning it in her mind forever. “So you met this mysterious guy in that club?”
“Yes, I think so.” Brad chewed on his lower lip.
“Well, what did he say to you? What did he look like?”
Brad turned sorrowful. “If I only knew….” He hung his head down and began to pull on his hair. “Fuck, Les!” He yelled, then looked up, scowling at her. “I can’t seem to remember any of it. The only thing that has managed to stay stuck in my memory is the mind-blowing sex that I had with him. I even remember all the positions we did it in, and God, that guy has the stamina of a wild lion, I tell you.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Sid Love grew up in one of busiest cities in the world, Mumbai, listening to the excerpts of Indian epics from his father every night. While it served as an inspiration back in time, he has always had an ambitious mind. In 2007, when he had just turned sixteen, he decided that he would make his lifelong dream come true—to become a well-known, respected author some day.
Ask him and he would refuse to accept that he is obsessed with books. Or movies. Or TV shows. Addicted may even be the right word. He is a die-hard fan of Jane Austen’s romance novels and loves to reread them time and again.
You can find him on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sid.love.16?ref=tn_tnmn or tweet him anytime: https://twitter.com/FatefulMercy, or simply e-mail him at sidlovethewriter@live.in.

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Last week I was singing the praises of a romping sexy tongue in cheek historical series – the Magpie Lord by K J Charles – this week I am whizzing far into the future to talk about science fiction.

This week’s recommendation was plugged by Lisa Henry as being a good read. Thanks Lisa!

The Silvers by Jill Smith is set in two worlds. One is an ethereal realm on a far planet where life is incredibly simple and calm until a research team of scientists arrive. The other is Earth, not so different from our own but with space travel and higher forms of technology.

The action initially involves the friction between the passionate scientists and the Silvers, natives of the planet, who feel no anger or fear, who do not fight, who make themselves one with their environment, who feel no desire or envy. Obviously they can’t be human so they can be abused, beaten and experimented upon with a clear conscience, one might think. But the captain of the team, B, begins to have doubts as he notices their capacity for joy and curiosity. Part of the tension in the book is the gulf between the scientists who are objective about their experiments, as required by their sponsors, and those who begin to experience grave doubts about the ethics of what they are doing.

Due to a tragedy the action moves back to Earth where the silver Imms has to learn about fast food, animal sanctuaries and that people can do bad things with the best of motives.

Now, I’ll admit that I haven’t quite finished the book yet – I’m about 2 thirds of the way through, but I’m absolutely hooked and terribly worried that the two protagonists will never be able to have any kind of happy ending. However that doesn’t mean that there won’t be a rivetting and satisfying conclusion to the story. I’m trusting Jill Smith on this one.

PS Jill Smith also writes critically acclaimed BDSM M/M erotica with Lisa Henry so if you like that you may have to make the adjustment to the fact that there’s no explicit on page sex in this. I’m not feeling the lack, but that’s just me.

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Seeing DOUBLE
by Algenon Lusch

Book blurb:

The man-hunt is under way, and David’s keen to a snag a husband without having to complete every date of his 52 First Dates challenge. With several successful meets behind him, there’s a growing feeling of confidence that his search could actually work. But now that the novelty’s worn off, finding the motivation to keep going is about to become harder.

David finds himself trying to juggle meeting new men and providing a shoulder to cry on his to battered and pregnant friends. And, with a plethora of hotties vying for his attention, things are about to get more complicated.

Seeing DOUBLE is a 13,000K SHORT STORY, or about 37 pages, from the 52 First Dates series

Release date:

February 10th, 2014
Book 1: The Man PLAN
Book 2: Friends and FRENCHMEN
Book 3: Seeing DOUBLE

Excerpt:

I come to the end of Spitalfields and prepare to cross the road when my attention is caught by a sexy Mediterranean man walking towards me. The chiselled jaw that I know is there is hidden beneath thick scruff. Why do I know it’s there? Because I’m having a moment of intense déjà vu as Alex, Theo’s twin brother, strolls sexily towards me. Do these two just loiter in my vicinity to taunt/treat me? In the same way that we locked eyes all those weeks ago in Soho, we catch each other’s glance as the distance between us continues to diminish. The similarities between Alex and Theo are startling, even though I know they’re twins. This allure is the same too; both men exude intense sexuality.
As we pass each other, Alex smiles intensely, keeping his gaze on me until the last moment. I allow my heart to flutter as he walks by, and let a secret grin spread unseen.
“Wait, I’m not just gonna walk by you this time.”
I freeze as I hear Theo’s voice, though I know it’s not him but Alex. He reappears in my vision and smiles the smile I’ve seen before.
“This is the third time we’ve seen each other. Perhaps someone’s telling us something.”
“Maybe,” I grin back, clenching my jaw and feeling slightly fluttery. “I’m David by the way.”
“Alex,” he replies. I know. Now comes the conundrum; to let on that Theo and I have already had our own tryst, or to keep schtum. I decide on the latter for now. There’s no need to rock the boat before I work out where this might lead.
“I don’t normally do this, but do you fancy going for a drink?” Alex asks without removing his seductive eyes from my own. “I’ve finished uni work for the day and was just gonna head home otherwise.”
“Sure,” I reply, still feeling slightly stunned that not only is he asking, but that this scenario has happened in the first place. The twins have now each come to my aid after being stood up by the same guy.
“There’s a little pub down here. It ain’t anything special, but it’ll do for a quick drink.”
“You mentioned uni?” I ask as he turns back to where he’d been previously walking and we make our way to the pub.
“Yeah, I’m on my last year before starting clinical rotations. I’ve got a lot of reading to do.”
“So you’re doing medicine?” He’s hot and a doctor?
“Yeah, but don’t worry, I party as hard as I work.” He smirks at me with a knowing wink. “What about you?”
“Graphic designer. I know, I know, don’t roll your eyes. There’s a lot of us about, it’s practically a gay cliché these days.”
“No, no, it’s cool. Creative types….good with your hands and all that.” He gives me that knowing wink again, sending even more flutters through me. It’s strange. Whilst Theo brought out deep surges of lust, Alex is bringing out that and additional butterflies too. Maybe there is something different about these twins after all.

About the author

A. Lusch lives in London and has been though much of the same path as David – in fact – this series is based around true events.
Of course, there is MUCH more to come in the tale, but, don’t worry, now the scene is set, there’ll be many more dates per book. Is there a happy ending in sight? You’ll have to keep reading to find out.
A. Lusch fully believes in never settling, always striving for the perfect match, and never giving up on your man once you’ve found him – oh, and eating A LOT of donuts!

You may follow Algenon Lusch at the following links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AlgenonLusch
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AlgenonLusch
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7191612.A_Lusch
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/A.-Lusch/e/B00EB6OWSU/
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/ALusch

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Another weekend, another recommendation.

There are times when I derive great delight in poking around the darker corners of the not quite M/M genre for things to read but there are others were I happily follow on with all the other readers in the pursuit of excellence. This is one of the latter cases.

K J Charles’s Magpie Lord series is taking us all by storm. Set in a Victorian England where Dickensian excesses of luxury, decadence, rectitude and squalor vie with the extremes of magical power, K J’s heroes straddle the all the lines. Lucien Vaudrey is an unrepentant remittance man, set out to China by his family to remove the embarrassment of his existence and left to sink or swim with only the assistance of his manservant Merrick. Over the years Lucien and Merrick have done anything and everything to stay alive – rent boy and cage fighter to name but two lucrative professions – but are back now with money to burn and more attitude than you can shake a stick at. If you did shake a stick, Lucien would sneer at you then Merrick would break both your arms – they are WONDERFUL!

Also wonderful is dear little, shabby genteel magician Stephen Day. He’s a genuine magical policeman dedicated to the pursecution* of warlocks, who gain their power by draining the life force of weaker magicians or the general public. Stephen has a very big grudge against Lucien’s family but also has a cash flow problem. When Lucien needs magical help to deal with a family curse, Stephen is in no position to refuse.

Ghosts, curses, family houses, locked room mysteries, predatory females, sneering villains – yep they are all there. Two diverse but loveable heroes – yep. The most memorable secondary character of the year – oh MERRICK.

If you don’t like a well thought out magical theory, you don’t like historical periods described with pinpont precision, you don’t like angsty boundary-crossing romance and you don’t like tense and exciting plots, well you may then enjoy what I’ve been told are red hot sex scenes. I found them to be plot relevant and character building, but that’s just me.

The books also have the most gorgeous covers.

A little bird told me that Book 3 in the series is now with editors so I’m curbing my impatience to get at the next instalment. Can Not Wait.

* pursecution = chasing, catching and clobbering

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Ashlyn Forge has called four different continents home, America, Europe, Latin America, and Asia. Having spent most of her childhood staying out of trouble in upstate New York, she now lives in Japan. She is currently working on her “Toys and Soldiers” series, which is set in a Sci-Fi Fantasy underground world. The books of the series are released out of order with the debut (book 1) “In Liam’s Wake” and “From Johann to Tannnenbaum” released in 2013. Book 2: “Beyond Riley’s Slumber” as well as “The Stuff of Dreams” and “Erosions” are slated for publication in 2014.

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My guest today is Indra Vaughan who has just published her debut gay romance novel, The House on Hancock Hill. It is set in Michigan, where Indra lives, and since it concerns the romantic adventures of a pastry chef, she tells me she wrote it in a state of constant hunger.

Thank you for visiting, Indra, 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?

Indra: Well, I’m from Belgium. I lived there until I was 21, got a degree in Midwifery, then moved to England where I took a Bachelor in Traditional Chinese Medicine. I worked as a nurse for eight years, but when we moved to the US I had to give it up because my degree didn’t transfer. I did work here as a Case Manager for a while but it wasn’t the same. So this is when I started thinking about turning my writing into a full time project, and here I am. (It’s not a career yet, far from it, but hope springs eternal, right?)

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

Click the cover for the link to this free read on the MM Goodreads website

I did write about knitting, once, for the Love Has No Boundaries Event on Goodreads. I pinch-hit a story about a guy who knits magical beanies. So if course I called it Genie in a Beanie, because how could I not.

Elin: What are you reading? Can you recommend something that you wished you’d written yourself?

Indra: I am currently reading the Infected series by Andrea Speed (and by reading I mean attempting to gather my courage to move on to the third book).
The book I wish I’d written… None of my favorites because then I wouldn’t have known the pleasure of reading them. So maybe Steering the Craft by Ursula K. Le Guin because then I would be all knowledgable about little writing tricks.

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

Indra: Usually the character comes first. I find if I have to go from a situation or a plot, the story doesn’t flow so easily.

Elin: Is there any genre you would love to write, ditto one you would avoid like a rattlesnake? What inspired you to write about The House on Hancock Hill?

Indra: I would love to write Fantasy. In fact one of my very first serious writing efforts years ago was a a Fantasy trilogy, which I believe has potential but I am just terrified to open that document. I remember at the end of it I became so frustrated I killed off my MC. Which posed a problem.
As for a genre I would avoid… I think never say never is a good philosophy, but I’m pretty certain I won’t ever attempt writing an autobiography. My life is just too plain boring. (And I like it that 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?

Indra: Gina Torres – because even alligators quake in their leather at the sight of this magnificent woman.
Indiana Jones – he was my childhood hero and he would be excellent against the muggers and fundamentalists.
Kat Stratford in Ten Things I Hate About You – because that character opened my eyes when I was an 18 year old young woman. She made me realize looking pretty for a boy is not a goal in life.
Lucien Vaudrey & Stephen Day from KJ Charles’s Magpie Lord series – because they would kick ass (and maybe make out a little).

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. The cruel sea. The serial killer. The society itself. Your hero’s inner demons. What sort of villains do you prize?

Indra: The one I can relate to on some level, whether it’s an inner demon or a real one. I want to understand the villain’s reasoning, and not have him/her/it be evil for evil’s sake. Everyone who does wrong has some sort of motivation, and many believe they are doing the right thing.

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.

Indra: I am working on three different things right now, but the biggest project is the Shadow Mountain series, which is a paranormal mystery. It takes place in a made-up town that sits in the shadow of a looming mountain, where people keep dying in mysterious ways. Lieutenant Hart, who is head of cold cases, investigates these deaths when he starts to see a pattern. He quickly finds out nothing makes sense, his dead father was involved in the mystery, and the guy he just hooked up with is keeping secrets from him too.

Elin: Could we please have an excerpt of something?

Indra: Of course. Here’s an excerpt of The House at Hancock Hill.

Excerpt:

Since the bakery had closed two hours ago, I considered not going inside the shop to check who it was, but the knock came again. I couldn’t remember any other time anyone had tried to get in at this hour, so I stuck my head through the kitchen door. A man was pressing a hand to the window and peering in. I didn’t need to turn on the light to see who it was. That build—those strong shoulders and narrow waist, sharp cheekbones and a well-defined jaw. An exquisitely tailored three-piece suit.
It was Tom.
If he hadn’t spotted me then, I’d have hidden in the kitchen and waited for him to leave. Swallowing hard, I wiped my hands on a clean towel, snatched off my chef’s hat, and quickly looked down. There was chocolate on my apron, a smear of marzipan on my sleeve. I had butter under my nails.
Well, he’d arrived unannounced, he’d have to take it or leave it. I unlocked the door and stepped back, pulling it open. On the threshold, Tom smiled at me in a way that used to make my heart swell.
“My God, Jason.” Tom said nothing else, and I couldn’t help it: it thrilled me to see him look at me like that.
“Tom.” I faltered. What could I say? Good to see you? I wasn’t sure it was. He grinned at me, and it was so familiar, it ached somewhere inside me even after all these years.
“I sent you an email a couple of days ago to say I was in town, but I gather from the look on your face you didn’t get it.”
“It’s been really busy.” With an apologetic little wave, I indicated the yellow and green Easter decorations, the chocolate ducklings arranged in a row according to size, the huge halved chocolate eggs filled with smaller sugar eggs.
“Well that’s great,” he said, smiling a warm, white-toothed smile. “I’m pleased. Is this a really bad time? I’d love to take a look around your bakery.”
“I—yeah, sure.” I stepped aside and let him in, locking the door again so no one else could wander in. At the back of the shop, I flicked the lights on and then watched Tom look around.
To see him here was surreal. He was part of a life that had been over for so long, I didn’t know if I was comfortable with him in my bakery.
Who was I kidding? Of course I wasn’t comfortable. Tom looked like he’d walked off the front cover of Forbes magazine, and I probably had flour in my hair. To be fair, he peered around with real interest. When he spotted the marzipan animals in every color imaginable, I thought he was going to press his face to the display window like a kid. Tom didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, but I remember marzipan being his Achilles’ heel.
“Those look amazing,” he said on cue, and I laughed. “Did you make all this yourself?”
“I do the confections and Alice does the bread.” Tom beamed at me, and I rolled my eyes. “Yes, you can try one.” I stepped behind the counter and plucked a little pink piglet off the tray, handing it over with a smirk.
“Thanks, Jason. I’ll pay you.”
“No need. Go on, try it.”
Tom bit off the nose. For some reason I knew he’d do that. “Mmmm,” he went, closing his eyes and making a dramatic blissful face. “Oh my God.” He ate the rest of the piglet and licked his fingers. “That article wasn’t lying.”
I frowned at him and took off my stained apron, draping it over the cash register. “What article?”
With a dismissive wave of his hand, Tom explored the rest of the display. “Just something I read awhile back. I can’t remember where, but it’s how I found out you owned your own bakery. Oh.” He straightened. “It was about opening a second one in Detroit and how it was quickly becoming a household name or something.” I hadn’t read the article, but I couldn’t say it didn’t please me to hear it. “Who was it that opened the other one? Denny Sherwood or something?”
“Sheridan. Denny Sheridan. Sherwood is the name of the bakery.”
“Right, of course.” He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. “Got to be tough to have a long distance thing going.”
Laughing at the badly hidden snooping, I said, “He’s married with two kids.”
Tom headed back my way and grinned at me with an open affection I wasn’t used to from him. “It’s so good to see you. I didn’t give you a hug. Can I hug you, or are you still allergic to affection?”
A sudden lump rammed its way into my throat when I thought about how I’d kissed Henry in front of his clinic, visible to all and sundry. I shoved the image away. “I guess not.” It was still awkward to hug him. Maybe because it’d been so long since I’d seen Tom, and he’d just appeared out of nowhere. Or maybe I was forever going to be unable to adjust to holding someone shorter.
“You look good,” Tom said, and I let him go.
“You too.”
After a silence that had me look away first, Tom said, “Is there anywhere we can get dinner at this hour, or does everything close at eight?” He laughed, but for some reason his attitude grated on me. Traverse City wasn’t that small.
“I’m actually in the middle of making a chocolate Easter bunny. I can’t leave it overnight.”
“Can I watch?”
That was the last thing I wanted, but I didn’t know how to say it without being rude, and I doubted very much the request would’ve bothered me if it had come from Henry. “Okay. Yeah, sure.”
The Easter bunny broke in two when I took it out of the mold. Tom was perched on the clean worktable behind me, and he laughed. It took me a good minute before I could turn around without showing moisture in my eyes. Tom slid off the counter and put his hands on my arms, rubbing them up and down, so I probably hadn’t hidden my dismay very well.
“Come on,” he said. “Let me take you to dinner.”
“I’ll go grab my coat.” I went into the small office. It had a little mirror behind the door, and I quickly checked my hair. It did have flour in it. Ah well, at least the scar on my chin was slowly beginning to fade.

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The House on Hancock Hill by Indra Vaughn
Pastry chef and bakery owner Jason Wood bakes a mean chocolate soufflé, yet his love life keeps falling flat. He’d blame his past if he wasn’t trying so hard to avoid it.

When his family’s farmhouse burns to the ground, he’s summoned to identify a body found in the ashes. Jason returns to Hancock, Michigan, and reunites with a childhood friend, small town vet Henry McCavanaugh. After fifteen years apart, their rekindled friendship soon develops into much more. But Jason’s baggage threatens their blossoming romance, and he leaves town unannounced to escape his feelings—and Henry’s feelings for him. He has learned the hard way if something seems too good to be true, it’s best to run for the hills. Jason stress-bakes more confections than he knows what to do with before wondering if he’s running in the wrong direction.

Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4667

You can follow Indra on her website – http://www.indravaughn.com – or on her Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/indra.vaughn.7

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Today my guest is Kit Moss, well known writer of historical novels and reviewer of everything LGBTQ.

Thanks, Kit, for agreeing to answer my questions. First of all, can you tell me a little about yourself? For instance, do you have to have a day job as well as being a writer?

CHM – I wrote my first short story when I was seven and the rest, to coin a phrase, is historical fiction. I actually spent my teen years writing what eventually became my first novel, AN INVOLUNTARY KING. I had to have that dreaded day job for a couple decades, with occasional publications in the LGBT magazines, but when I started reading one M/M romance after another, I began to want to read and write the same. It was also about that time I realized I was transgender, and now I have a mission in life… two actually… to write transgender novels and to correct the erasure of LGBT people from history by writing stories that plausibly illustrate how we might have managed to live and love in the past. I have a couple sources of income so I can make my writing a full time job.

EG: When you aren’t writing, is there any other creative activity you enjoy?

CHM – I dabble in song writing and have had one song recorded by a Celtic musician, and I love also to try my hand at various arts and crafts. I have a severe vision disability but perhaps my most creative effort is how I adapt these arts and crafts to my lousy eyesight. I hope to deal with that resourcefulness in future writing products, including a novella about a gay man with the same eye condition I have.

EG: What are you reading? Can you recommend something that you wished you’d written yourself?

CHM – I mostly read M/M and other LGBT but I am currently reading Barbara Hambley’s Benjamin January mysteries and also Edward Rutherfurd’s NEW YORK: THE NOVEL. I recently read two YA transgender novels that knocked my socks off, Zoe Lynne’s FREEING STELLA and Suzanne van Roouyen’s THE OTHER ME. As to books I wish I’d written myself, that’s easy. I just adore everything Tamara Allen has ever written, especially WHISTLING IN THE DARK and DOWNTIME. Both simply exquisite M/M romances.

EG: In that crucial inspiration stage of a new story which comes first? Plot, situation or character? Do your characters arrive fully fledged and ready to fly or do they develop as you work with them?

CHM – I’m with Balzac on this one. The proper way to write a story is to develop characters and come to understand them so thoroughly that you can drop them into a situation and let them tell you what they’d do to cope. I regard each new project as a chance to get myself a new set of friends to play with. The fictional neighborhood is growing almost constantly.

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

Frankie by Linda Laaksonen

EG: Is there any genre you would love to write, ditto one you would avoid like a rattlesnake? What inspired you to write about history?

CHM – I want to write mysteries and also paranormal so my storytelling can double as a game as readers work the puzzle out. I would avoid Christian novels like the plague. By that I mean all Christian novels, but especially the romance genre. I write historical fiction because I love history, but even more than that because historians have overlooked large swaths of humanity either because there was so little record of them or they simply don’t want to believe they existed, like LGBT people. I think historical novelists can fill in this willful erasure with plausible tales of how we managed to live and love in hostile societies.

EG: Do you find there to be a lot of structural differences between a relationship driven story and one where the romance is a sub plot?

CHM – I really enjoyed writing WHERE MY LOVE LIES DREAMING which is primarily a love story set against historical events, in this case the American Civil War, but I also enjoyed the primarily historical side of my new novel BELOVED PILGRIM. The particular Crusade it takes place in was pretty cut and dried; they started here and went there and then this happened from A to Z. That allowed me to focus on depicting the events and what living through it might have been like. I’ve gotten some wonderful comments on how I handled this. The love story is sweet but it is definitely not the point of the novel. The novel is about how the protagonist survived and grew through the awful events he experienced. I would say that having a romance as part of a bigger story makes you focus more on seeing it through a character’s eyes, while the romance is more about the relationship growing.

EG: 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?

CHM – Oh my. I definitely would like Elias from BELOVED PILGRIM and Lawrence and Rory from AN INVOLUNTARY KING, swords drawn, at my back. I think you just explained a puzzle for me. I have long wondered why I always seem to write about war. Sword or cannon wielding heroes come in handy when threatened! Thanks for this.

EG: 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. The cruel sea. The serial killer. The society itself. Your hero’s inner demons. What sort of villains do you prize?

CHM – What a great question. My villains seem to be people who use power for evil reasons, and I include intolerance in that. In M/M you run into the chance to write the threat of religious or social intolerance that threatens the individual or couple. My best villain though I think is Elerde from AN INVOLUNTARY KING. He is amoral, entirely self-serving but also entirely appealing, often turning out to be the readers’ favorite character. Drives me nuts.

EG: 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.

CHM – I am getting back to a novel I have started several times that blends historical, gay and paranormal, about a 10th century Cornish boy who “sees dead people”. The love interest is sort of his partner in crime investigation. Lots of colorful characters, a bit of satire, details of life at the time which is one of my favorites.

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Excerpt from BELOVED PILGRIM by Christopher Hawthorne Moss

Meeting the Knights

Elias found himself embraced by a small cadre of knights a half generation his senior. He came to their attention one early morning as he and Albrecht practiced swordplay in the castle courtyard. Neither had noticed the gathering group, who watched as they matched blow for blow as they had with his brother not so very long before. They were startled when cheers rose from the sidelines, after a particularly hearty blow Elias landed with his sword on Albrecht’s teardrop-shaped shield cracked it in half.

A big man with a bushy black beard and likewise bushy black eyebrows sauntered over and put one hand on the shoulder of each combatant. “Well delivered, young Elias! And you, my friend, need a new shield. Without it, you are a sitting duck for whatever the paynim devils have in store for you!”

He introduced himself as Johannes Schwarzes-Tier, or “Black Beast.” His two companions were Alain de Bourges and Gerhardt von Regenheim. Alain offered to send his squire for an extra shield he had. “I would not wish your lord to be the loser for lack of your good right arm.”

While Albrecht and Renard, Alain’s squire, ran off to get the shield, Gerhardt, a smiling man with hair the color of burnished gold, deep-blue eyes, and part of his right ear missing, challenged Elias to a
bout with axes. The German knight got the better of Elias quickly, as he had never learned the technique of that particular weapon.

Gerhardt drawled, in his easygoing way, “Just remember that mighty crack you dealt to your squire’s shield. That’s how you manage a war axe. With well-aimed might. I will teach you.”

Alain suggested, “Peut-être the young man has more experience with a mace? Ah, I think he does!” he said, seeing Elias’s broad grin.

Alain’s mace was his practice mace, without the spikes he would want for killing. When one of the men standing about offered to lend Elias his battle mace, he started to protest, but Alain waved his concerns down. “I will give you that advantage, my friend.” Nevertheless, he eased Elias’s qualms by donning a thick-padded gambeson.

He and Elias squared off with several feet of ground between them. Elias knew how to use the weapon, though primarily for defense. The two moved toward each other, holding their maces with one hand low on the handle and the other cupped under the shaft, nearer the heavy iron head. Each tested the weapon’s balance by slapping its shaft onto that palm. The trick was to watch the opponent’s eyes to see where he was considering a blow. Elias managed to deflect Alain’s strike aimed at his right arm by getting the shaft of his own weapon up quickly enough to intercept the smooth round ball, though the weight of the blow shoved him back. He feinted, no mean trick with such a weighted weapon, and swung about to strike Alain’s thigh. Alain shouted with surprise. The site of the wound was under the padding, but nevertheless a small amount of blood ran down his leggings. He grinned and held his weapon out in front of him like a sword, danced back, and then forward so sharply that the round iron ball took Elias in the face. His nose erupted in blood. It was his first significant wound, but rather than cry out, he whooped with soggy pleasure.

“Look!” he cried, putting one glove to his streaming nose and reaching up to his mouth with the other, having dropped the mace. With triumph, he pulled out a tooth and held it aloft. “I lotht a toot!” he
crowed.

Blurb for BELOVED PILGRIM, 2nd Edition

By Christopher Hawthorne Moss

At the time of the earliest Crusades, young noblewoman Elisabeth longs to be the person she’s always known is hidden inside. When her twin brother perishes from a fever, Elisabeth takes his identity to live as a man, a knight. As Elias, he travels to the Holy Land, to adventure, passion, death, and a lesson that honor is sometimes found in unexpected places.

Elias must pass among knights and soldiers, survive furious battle, deadly privations, moral uncertainty, and treachery if he’ll have any chance of returning to his new-found love in the magnificent city of Constantinople.

Buy link:
http://harmonyinkpress.com/coming-soon-beloved-pilgrim-by-christopher-hawthorne-moss/

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My guest today is Charlie Cochrane, no stranger at all to those of us who love LGBT historicals, and especially the cosy mystery type stories featuring her academic sleuths, Jonty and Orlando.

Hello Charlie, awfully glad you could make it! Speaking of which – would you like to tell us a bit about your latest release?

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“Awfully Glad” was inspired by the preface to Max Arthur’s brilliant book “When this Bloody War is Over”. I knew about the concert parties of WWII (who else remembers “It Ain’t Half Hot, Mum?”) but I didn’t realise they’d existed in WWI. Nor had I realised (although isn’t it obvious it would happen and no, I hadn’t seen the relevant Blackadder episode) that they’d have female impersonators. But they did, and some of them were real lookers.

The more I re-read that preface, the more I was intrigued by quotes like, “…a lot of those young British officers wanted to make a date with Marjorie. She was so good that they couldn’t be convinced she was a female impersonator.” Well, looking at that picture of Marjorie, from The Dumbells, you can see how they could have been surprised to find she was a chap.

The Pedlars had a “gal”, too who “had the unusual experience of being ogled amorously by his own Colonel”. I can’t find a picture of this femme fatale, but admire the pins on display here. Very shapely.

So popular were some of these “gals” that they were kidnapped—physically—before being reassigned to the regiment who wanted them for their own concert troupe. The 51st division acquired a soldier called Connel in this way, made him one of their gunners and benefited from his performances as Isabelle de Hotstuff. (If anybody find a picture of “her”, please let me know.)

With all those plot bunny generators, I was bound to have to explore the story for myself. How would the troops react to Madeleine (my version of a Marjorie type)? How could Sam, who is Madeleine when she takes off her stays, react if she fancied one of the officers ogling her? What would life be like for him after the war? Would Madeleine ever be got out of her make-up box again or would she be discarded?

The story had the capacity to become almost farcical, a sort of “Carry On Lieutenant”. I didn’t want that. I was deeply moved by reading about the real Marjorie – Ross Hamilton – who was quietly discharged from the army by a medical board later in his career, “for reasons other than medical”. I didn’t want Sam to end up in disgrace, but I didn’t want to minimize the threat to him, his good name, and his liberty. This was a dangerous era for gay men, who relied on their own networks – like the one that centred on Robbie Ross – but they were still at risk of blackmail or exploitation by unscrupulous renters.

I hope I’ve managed to do justice to that idea.

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I’ve read the book and it certainly worked for me! So get your copy of Awfully Glad, links below, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Awfully Glad

WWI hero Sam Hines is used to wearing a face that isn’t his own. When he’s not in the trenches, he’s the most popular female impersonator on the front, but a mysterious note from an anonymous admirer leaves him worried. Everyone realizes—eventually—that Sam’s not a woman, but has somebody also worked out that he also prefers his lovers to be male?

When Sam meets—and falls for—fellow officer Johnny Browne after the war, he wonders whether he could be the man who wrote the note. If so, is he the answer to Sam’s dreams or just another predatory blackmailer, ready to profit from a love that dare not speak its name?
Bold Strokes Books
Amazon US
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