Friday, May 31, 2013

Welcome to the Backlist Blog Hop!

In the publishing world, anything out for more than three months is old as dirt. Still, dust one of them off and you may find a new favorite story or author. If you like reading high fantasy adventure and romance, you might like one of my backlist books. For example, my dog likes this one...

For a chance to win a free book or the $10 gift card, just answer this question: science fiction, or fantasy? I’m trying to figure out what to write next and could use the help. Simply leave a comment with your answer and your email (so I can contact you should you win) on this post or any of my backlist posts through Sunday. 

Winners will be chosen by random drawing Monday morning, June 2nd.

What Are the Prizes?

For each 10 comments I will pick one commenter to win their choice of any one book in my backlist in any format. This includes paperbacks.

I will also pick one winner for a $10 gift card from their choice of Amazon, Dreamspinner, or ARe.

I’m a fairly new (and slow) writer, so all my books are shown on the sidebar or you can browse the Books By Tali Spencer page. But just for fun here’s a quick rundown of my titles:

M/M books

Sorcerer’s Knot – to quote a reviewer “it’s all fun and games until someone gets tentacle-raped.”

The Prince of Winds – the book that was stolen and published illegally by an evil thief. True.

Dangerous Beauty – there’s nothing Endre won’t do for his family... even if it leads to trouble.

Devil’s Night Anthology – in my story, an Andean snake demon seeks the perfect sacrifice. [ebook and paperback]

M/F book 

Captive Heart – who says being captured by a big-nosed emperor can’t be fun? [ebook and paperback]

Look for excerpts from these books tomorrow and Sunday! Requests will be considered. For today, here’s one of my personal faves from The Prince of Winds.
Rimmon woke first, pulled away from sleep by images of black-sailed ships walking upon water, their thousand legs moving in rippling unison. His eyes opened to deep silver shadows, then drifted to the window through which pink clouds striped a pewter sky. Melkor’s arm draped over his, a warm, possessive restraint of bone and muscle. Lulled, he slipped back toward slumber, wrapped in the masculine scent of semen and musk. The Hordish prince’s beard grazed his shoulder and an insistent erection pushed against his buttocks, arousing him enough that he groped back toward wakefulness. He remembered then. He and Melkor had coupled urgently, even savagely, and then, after bathing, had eaten and made love. They’d touched and nuzzled and indulged their mouths with each other’s cocks, then coupled once more before they’d curled their bodies together for sleep.

Black ships, striding the water. Where had that image come from? He had only heard of ships before, never seen one except in drawings, and now he saw many. It did not feel like a dream. He listened, hearing the slap of waves against rocks far below. Ayet’s call drew his eyes again to the window, and he saw her, wings and spread tail glowing red with the first light of dawn as she downstroked to land on the window ledge. She had left her perch, as she often did at the sunrise, to hunt.
Stirring, Melkor moved over him, smiling down with a predator’s smirk.

“How do you like being a trophy now?”

“Ships,” Rimmon said, seeing still what Ayet had seen.

With a swiftness that surprised him, Melkor bounded from the bed. He raced to the window, where he stared for a moment into the distance.


“I don’t know. Ayet saw them, I think. Black ships, with black legs, walking the water.”

A tight snarl broke across Melkor’s face. Striding to the terrace, bending down to grasp one of the smaller carpets along the way, he snapped it out, sending it flying. The rug landed floating at knee-height above the stone floor and the prince seated himself upon it. Within moments, before Rimmon realized what he was doing or could run to join him, Melkor was over the wall and high above the sea. Ayet, sensing the excitement, squawked, and Rimmon issued an order: Follow!

Check out all the other blogs in the Backlist Blog Hop for more opportunities to discover and win books by authors you love... or may soon grow to love!

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Finishing Touches

I’m writing the last two chapters of Adored and at last I’m able to see it as a whole story. My next step will involve going back into the book and smoothing out the pacing, adding and cutting out scenes, and making sure the characters feel vivid, balanced and whole. 

It’s been an interesting journey for Adora and Vallmer. She knows very quickly that he could be the man in her life but it takes him a bit longer to figure it out. Among other obstacles, when the book begins Adora is nine months pregnant with another man’s child. Can’t blame a guy for having a little problem getting around that fact! It doesn’t help that she’s the pagan emperor’s sister and he’s seeking a biddable, virginal bride of his own religion.

It’s been fun writing a slow burn of a romance where the hero and heroine bond through a series of events and encounters neither controls. As they’re forced deeper and deeper into intimacy, they truly discover each other and I’ve enjoyed helping them realize they belong together. Sometimes a writer gets to feel as warm and fuzzy as a fairy godmother.

Another week, and I hope to send Adored to my editor. And I will be launching right away into finishing Victory Portrait within the next month or so. I’ve been having dreams about Darius and Peta, and that simply has to stop!

Friday, May 17, 2013

Character Sketches and an Excerpt: Madd

I recently showed some sketches of Vorgell, one of the main characters in my upcoming novel Thick as Thieves. Vorgell's a fierce sex-crazed barbarian with a heart of gold when it comes to just one man. That man would be Maddog, the pretty male witch Vorgell meets when they get thrown together into a cell. They end up joining forces, but nothing comes easy to this pair of losers.

Madd was a heck of a fun character to write. He carries a chip on his shoulder that's bigger than he is. He may be small but he doesn't think of himself that way and he's determined to keep the entire world, including Vorgell, at arm's length. He'd rather bite someone's hand off than let them close enough to do him harm. Vorgell has his work cut out for him.

Here are some pics my wonderful artist Demacros worked up for Madd.

I also love this full length image.

And just for fun, here's a short excerpt where Vorgell and Madd have just met and managed to escape from their prison:

Madd could escape neither the barbarian’s stench nor the pain rattling inside his skull from being bounced up and down on the man’s shoulder like a sack of ill-gotten loot. Both threatened to bring his stomach up through his gullet. Beating his fists against the brute’s solidly muscled back only left his hands bruised and inspired a tighter grip across his legs. Out of respect for possible pursuers, he’d been cooperative in not struggling or yelling until now, but at the pace the blond barbarian was running, they’d outdistanced even the hounds.

“Put me down, you son of a she-ox!”

“Quiet,” grunted the brute. What was his name? Virgil? Vogull? “The Baron’s men are probably chasing us.”

“I think we’ve got enough forest between us and them for you to set me on my feet. I have two legs… I can walk!”

“You couldn’t even stand before.” That said, Vorgell—yes, that was it—stopped running and, putting his immense hands on his captive’s waist instead of his thighs, lifted him down. A long way down.

Madd’s legs, numbed by the tight hold on them, immediately buckled, and he lurched against his rescuer. Vorgell reached a brawny arm out to pull him tight against his towering body packed with muscle so dense Madd felt as though he’d just slammed against granite.

“What’s your name?” Vorgell helped him stagger forward until the blood returned to his limbs. “You might as well tell me. I already know you’re a blighted sorcerer.”

“Maddog. Madd will do.” His name was little enough to share, and the man could have left him to the soldiers—or the baron. Even the ringing in his ears and the pounding pain in his head was not too great a payment for getting away from that man.

“Here, sit down.” They’d come to a clearing thick with fallen moss-covered tree trunks. Vorgell helped ease him down onto one of the logs. “You took a nasty blow.”

“Why help me?”

Vorgell’s lips, the lower bloodied and swollen, slowly parted over large, white teeth. There was no mistaking the bulge in his trousers, or the sloppy, tattered fabric stretched over that twitching snake.

Madd groaned. “Fuck me, you’ve got to be kidding.” His head hurt, magic-laced blood tainted his mouth, and this man was suggesting he might want to ride a unicorn-enhanced stiff prick?

“It’s not my fault you’re pretty, and small—”

“I’m not small,” Madd pointed out, that being something of a sore point. “I only look small because you’re huge!”

“Which puts me at an advantage. Among my people, you’d be one of the men who keep men like me happy.”

Madd knew well enough what that meant. He’d been keeping the baron happy for months. Unfortunately, his attempt at reversing the screwing, so to speak, had not quite worked out as planned. Sure, he’d ended up in a cell and plotted a clever escape, but all that had gotten him was the company of a sex-crazed barbarian and the man’s impossibly large and erect cock, which Vorgell had freed of its tattered coverings and was displaying to him in all its glory. His tongue went silent as he stared. That cock might be a monster, but it was also magnificent… rosy, long, and thick, with a luscious, big head poking free of the foreskin and glistening like the jewel on a scepter. The only way that knob could be any shinier would be if he’d been licking it.

He was utterly mesmerized; it came as a shock to hear Vorgell still speaking to him earnestly.

“You don’t know what it was like, carrying you, feeling you all warm and nice, and the whole time all I could think about was your sweet bobbing ass. I don’t even like magic users, not usually. But you completely enthrall me. I can’t fight it anymore. Take your clothes off, or I’ll—”

“Keep your hands off my clothes!” He yanked his straw-flecked cloak tight to his body. “And you’re not getting that thing anywhere near my ass!”

“I don’t think you can stop me.” Vorgell lunged, and Madd dove headfirst off the fallen log and into a hollow filled with last season’s crumbling leaves. He barely registered the barbarian’s babble. He was frantically searching the surrounding trees, trying to find a moon oak. “You’re too little to overpower me, and I overheard the baron’s mages saying magic wouldn’t work on me, because of the unicorn horn in my blood.”

Screw me, he’s right. The giant stood over him, lust burning in his eyes. His cock dripped so heavily it looked as if he were watering the forest floor. Madd narrowed his gaze and muttered a spell. Maybe he couldn’t work magic on the unicorn-crazed oaf, but he could damn well enchant a tree.

With a resounding crack, a jug-sized burl broke from the trunk of a nearby moon oak and flew through the air. It cracked just as loudly when it slammed into Vorgell’s head. The big man blinked, staggered three steps—an amazing feat, considering—then dropped in a heap.

Madd rose, brushing leaves and litter from his cloak, and pondered his fallen nemesis. Vorgell was still breathing and, given the magic in his blood, would recover quickly. Until then… yes, Vorgell’s cock was still at full mast. Madd smiled. He could definitely do something with that, but he would have to be careful. Magic, even in the form of a lusty and beautiful cock, could be dangerous.


More updates as they become available. I'm actually planning a few fun giveaways here on this blog only. Books, basilisks, gift cards, and... coffee mugs. :D

Oh, yeah.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Co-Authoring 101: A Guest Post from M.A. Church

If you know me at all, you know M.A. Church is one of my favorite writers. For one thing she is forever doing and discovering things about being a writer that I have yet to take a chance on. One of those things is being a co-author. Ive never co-written a story with another author, but like most writers Ive wondered what that might be like. So Michelle, what was it like co-writing with Julie Lynn Hayes on your latest ARe bestseller Be My Alien?


To co-author or not to co-author...

Well now, that *is* the question, isn’t it, lol? When I first started writing, I really didn’t get the whole co-authored thing, and I also had dozens of questions on how it would work. *shrug* I dismissed the whole concept, actually, as something that wasn’t for me.

Then I met Julie Lynn Hayes, lol. Julie and I became friends when she edited my Nighttime series. As time passed, we became very good friends. Then the fateful day came and one of us made a joke about co-authoring something… and there you go, lol. Our first co-authored book, Be My Alien, was born.

My first question was how the devil did this deal work? Would I do a chapter, then she do one? Who was supposed to take notes? Could we both write each other’s characters? *laugh* Julie was very patient with me, and decided how we wanted to do this. I also found this isn’t for everyone. Stories written by two people can be a thing of beauty… or a flipping nightmare. I did worry about the nightmare part, to be honest. I found out very quickly in order to work together the co-authors had better be able to separate friendship from business. It’s give and take, and most relationships are, right?

I can’t speak for all co-authors, and this post is strictly from my perspective. But in Julie’s and my working relationship there’s a level of trust, which is needed for those times when bluntness is called for. I can tell you, this is no place for egos. Julie and I are good enough friends we can shoot down an idea, or twist an idea, or expand on it… and there’s no hard feelings. And we’ve done just that. It comes down to what’s best for the book.

We also share the workload. Meaning we both deal with edits, emails, setting up promotions, picking titles, choosing the cover, and anything else connected with our book. We both wrote it, so why should only one of us have to deal with all the little things? It’s sort of like a symbiotic relationship.

We’re also comfortable enough to write each other’s characters. Our voices are similar enough to do that and pull it off. She came up with Taz, and I created Reed. Why didn’t I take the alien when I’ve written aliens before? For that very reason. Julie has more experience writing than me, but scifi is one of my loves, lol. I’ve written aliens, so we agreed she’d do Taz for the experience. And God, Taz is a cutie.

Julie likes to say I got her into scifi, lol.

There are pros and cons to this too. One of the pros is working with someone. One of the cons is… working with someone, lol. When my hubby is off, I’m not usually on the computer. That’s our time together. So that means for a day or two I’m not available. Of course, that doesn’t include emergencies. Then there’s the fact I still have one child at home. Throw in she’s about to graduate this year and things can get busy.

I guess my overall point is co-authoring a book can be good, bad, or downright ugly. Friendships can be strengthened or destroyed. The whole damn thing can turn into a PIA of major proportions. I like to think this has helped my friendship with Julie grow. We haven’t scratched each other’s eyes out yet, lol.

As I said, these are just my thoughts. 


A man too busy for love…

Reed owns an upscale men’s boutique with a naughty back room. While making a late delivery to a client, he runs into Taz.

A man on a disastrous date…

When Taz agreed to come to Earth on a date, he didn’t expect to be dumped and left with no way home. Then he falls into Reed’s arms—literally.

A coffee date soon becomes a trip back to Reed’s apartment. But when Taz’s stripes begin to show, Reed discovers Taz comes from a planet far, far away.
Reed never believed aliens existed, but he’s facing one now. What in the world is he going to do?


“Are you okay? Hello?”

Reed dragged his mind away from those sexy green eyes. “Ah, huh? What?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall on top of you like that. You see, it was like this. I was pushed, and you just happened to be there and….” The stranger grinned at Reed. “And down we went.”

Reed shifted under the body lying so contentedly on top of him. Hell’s bells, the guy fit against him perfectly. From the feel of things, they were both close to the same height. Which also meant certain things were… aligned. “Oh yeah, I’m okay. Banged my head a little, but I’m fine.”

The stranger bit his bottom lip, his teeth worrying the tender skin. Reed debated slamming his head against the floor a few more times in the hopes of rattling his brain back to normal as the stranger rolled off him.

“I really am sorry.”

“No harm done.” Reed sat up and looked at the guy once again. Well, not much harm, anyway. His libido just had to pick now to perk up, didn’t it? But damn, this guy was sexy. Reed struggled to his feet and held his hand out to the man still on the floor, looking up at him. The guy took his hand and let Reed pull him up. “Name’s Reed. Are you okay?”

“Hi, Reed!” The guy hopped to his feet in a single, lithe movement, as if it was the most….world. “My name is Taz. Nice to meet you, and yes, I am.”

For a moment there was a flash in the guy’s eyes that belied his statement. “Good, that’s good. Glad to hear it. Well, I guess I’d better be going—”

A forlorn expression crossed Taz’s face and his pretty eyes clouded. “Oh.” 

Reed hesitated. There was something about the guy that pulled at him. When was the last time he’d felt that pull? Way too long ago. Taz was cute, sure. But there was this look of hurt. Dammit, Taz just looked so lost. Insane as it was, he wanted to make it all better.

Author bio:

M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.

But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.

By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.

Michelle's links:
Twitter @nomoretears00

Romance First Publishing:
eXtasy Books  (coming soon)

Author Bio:

Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another's arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and two cats, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint and loves to cook. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's own drummer is a good thing, after all.  Her other published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, MuseitUp Publishing and No Boundaries Press, and coming soon with both Extasy Books and Torquere Press. She has also begun to self-publish and is an editor at MuseitUp.  

Julie's links:
Twitter @Shelley_runyon

eXtasy Books  (coming soon)
Torquere Press  (coming soon)

Monday, May 13, 2013

Julie Lynn Hayes talks about Wonderland

One thing I can count on with Julie Lynn Hayes is that her imagination will take me somewhere I have never been before. Her new release Dallas in Wonderland takes readers right down the... well, let's hear what Julie has to say about it!

I have always been fascinated by the story of Alice in Wonderland, and have re-read it many times over the years. Both Alice’s adventures in Wonderland, and the chronicles of her trip through the Looking Glass. I read the books to my kids when they were little, too.  What an imagination the Reverend Dodgson, aka Lewis Carroll, must have had. One could even say of the psychedelic variety! Caterpillars with hookahs, food and drink that made you grow or shrink, depending on what you ingested. A horrible creature known as the Jabberwock. Dodos and talking rabbits. And a great deal of poetry that is now inextricably tied up with my memories of this book. To this day, I can still recite Jabberwock, which I memorized back in grade school. (Trust me, that was a very long time ago!)

I’m also very fond of some of the movies that have come from the stories. Two, in particular, that caught my fancy were SyFy Alice, which features a very handsome Mad Hatter, and Malice in Wonderland. In the Sy Fy version, we have Colm Meaney as the Red King, and guest appearances by Tim Curry and Harry Dean Stanton.  In this, Alice is a very independent young woman who, because of her fiancĂ©,  tries to save him and ends up going into Wonderland, where people are drained of their emotions in the Red Queen’s casino. It’s a fascinating twist.

So is Malice in Wonderland, which starts out with Alice almost being run down by a cabby in the streets of London. He turns out to be the Rabbit, and the adventure begins. The Rabbit is the cute one in this version. I watched it with a friend of mine and we seriously wondered if the writer was tripping when he wrote it. Especially the Cheshire Cat, driving around in his pot smoke-filled car, and speaking in rhymes.

There’ve been a couple of manga made from the stories, one of which is also a video game—Alice in the Country of Hearts. In the manga, Alice falls asleep while waiting for her sister, and finds herself a player in a strange game in a strange land, and the only way she can get out is to play. I haven’t finished reading the series yet, but I love it, and the Mad Hatter, aka Blood Dupre, is very easy on the eyes!

Having this great love for Alice, is it so surprising that I decided to write my own twist on the tale? In the m/m genre, of course. No surprise there! Alice became Dallas, and I wrote it as part of a series on my flash fiction group, the Wednesday Briefs. I never knew from week to week what the prompts would induce! It was a fun trip, though, and I enjoyed it. I self-published it briefly, when it was done, but then I pulled it from the market when I subbed it to eXtasy Books and they accepted it.

The rest is history!  Dallas was released on May 1st and is available at eXtasy here.

Going down the rabbit hole has never been so sexy!


After finding his lover in the arms of another man, Dallas Crosby moves to a Victorian-style apartment building to begin a new life. A chance encounter with the mysterious and sexy Dr. Samuel Levi has Dallas in a tailspin. But the man comes and goes unexpectedly and Dallas doesn’t know what to make of him. Just when he thinks he’s getting somewhere with the unusual man, he finds himself in an unbelievable situation, and he has to struggle both to find the man he’s fallen for, and to get back to where he belongs.

Can Dallas find a way to leave Wonderland or will he be lost forever?


The apartment building was conveniently located near the bus line, the grocery store, and the park. School, food and relaxation all within walking distance. What more could a guy ask for? Moving off campus was the best decision Dallas Crosby had ever made. Well, second best decision. The first had been getting rid of his lying cheating boyfriend. Right after he caught him in their dorm room with the RA’s cock rammed up his ass.

And then he’d had the nerve to claim nothing had happened. How stupid did he think Dallas was?

Never mind.

The last thing the jerk had said, as Dallas had removed every last trace of himself from their shared bedroom, was, “Dallas, please, don’t go breakin’ my heart. You can’t do this to me.”

He was so very wrong. Dallas could and he did. Right after he broke the cheating bastard’s nose.

The building was old, a converted Victorian mansion whose owner had fallen on hard times; she’d had to divide it into six units, two per floor. Dallas lived on the third floor, just beneath the attic. Sometimes he swore he heard rats scrabbling about, and he’d offered to place traps there for the landlady, but Mrs. Persepolis had laughed off his concerns. He was hearing things, she said. There was nothing there, she insisted. Hadn’t been rats in the building for many years.

Although Dallas wanted to believe her, one time he decided to see for himself that the attic was indeed rat-free, as she claimed. When he dropped the stairs leading to the attic, and then mounted them, broom in hand, he’d found the door at the top locked, and he gave it up as a lost cause, all the while thinking that rats didn’t use keys, so who was she locking out?

The basement contained limited amounts of storage space, as well as laundry facilities for the use of the tenants. Only two washers and two dryers, but that was enough to cover the needs of those that lived there. With their disparate schedules, there never seemed to be a conflict among the residents over the use of the facilities, for which Dallas was grateful. He juggled culinary classes during the day with working in the restaurant of a four star hotel at night. Usually the only time he had to do his laundry was in the wee hours, when the house was still, and there was no competition for the few machines.

Dallas would bring down either whatever Stephen King novel he was currently reading, or one of his cooking textbooks. While the washing machine agitated and rinsed, he’d prop his feet against it, his chair tilted back on two legs, the back of his head scraping the wall, the rhythm of life vibrating through his soles. It was a comforting feeling, and more than a little sensual. He sometimes daydreamed about what it would like to be fucked there, while the machine was going, either leaning against it or lying on top of it, while a big strong hotter than hell guy rammed into him.

With an imagination like that, he could have chosen to write porn for a living.
One of his favorite Stephen King novels was the Shining. He didn’t even care that they’d fucked up the movie, he loved them both. Jack Nicholson was sure hot. In a totally crazy kind of way. Maybe that was Dallas’ problem. He had an irresistible attraction to psychopaths. Or was that sociopaths? To paraphrase Doctor McCoy, I’m a chef, Jim, not a psychiatrist.

Dallas was also a big Star Trek fan.

What was that? He cocked his head, listening. Although, to be fair, with the washing machine thrumming the way it was, hearing anything outside of this room was rather difficult. Plus he had his iPod blasting in his ear. Bach. Toccata and Fugue in D Minor. Phantom of the Opera music. The movie, not the musical.
He turned the page, losing himself in Jack Torrance’s troubles. All work and no play…

He heard it again. This time he was sure. Footsteps. Coming his way. He hastily brought the chair back onto all four legs, placed his bookmark inside and closed the book. The hairs on the back of his neck began to bristle, in the way that they sometimes did just before a storm, when the air’s full of static electricity and mischief.

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

If he didn’t get his mind off of men with axes, he’d never be able to go to sleep tonight, and then he sure as shit wouldn’t be able to function tomorrow. Probably one of the other tenants coming home. Maybe wanting something out of storage. The storage area was separate. Each tenant had a key to the room. Dallas didn’t keep very much there himself. He didn’t have very much.

Slipping back into his book, he was very much surprised to hear a cultured voice ask, “Pardon me, but is that seat taken?”

A slender figure stood in the doorway. At first glance, Dallas made his age to be somewhere in the forty-five to fifty range, not from his appearance, which was completely toned and fit, but something in his eyes seemed to hold the wisdom of the ages. Startling eyes they were. He wasn’t aware that copper existed in the palette of the human eye.  But here it was. Copper with hints of green. Hair of a muted red, pulled back from his forehead, and tied into a long plait which fell over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“Um… um… no, you didn’t.” Too late, Dallas realized he’d inadvertently dropped his book onto the floor. Guess he was more rattled than he let on. With a deft movement, the newcomer bent to retrieve it, his movements sure and graceful. He presented the volume to Dallas with a smile.

“Allow me to introduce myself. Dr. Samuel Levi, at your service.” He made a slight obeisance with his hand, rolling it from his forehead to his chin, in a graceful gesture.

“Oh, a medical doctor?”

“Alas, nothing quite so useful.” His laughter was soft, cultured. “An honorary title given to those whom the world cannot decide what it wants to do with.”

Dallas thought this man looked more than useful. The back of his neck was tingling again.

“I’ll bid you good night, Dallas, I hope we meet again.”

Only after he’d gone did Dallas wonder how he knew his name.


Thanks for having me, Tali! This is like my home away from home lol

Monday, May 6, 2013

Thick as Thieves: Have Blurb, Will Promo

Though it seems an Ice Age has passed since I subbed Thick as Thieves and it got picked up for publication, things at long last are starting to come to a boil. First, Thick as Thieves now has an official blurb:

After Vorgell the barbarian fucks himself with a unicorn horn, he ends up in a cell with Maddog, a pretty young thief. It’s lust at first sight for Vorgell—but honestly, he can’t help it. Unicorn horn is a potent aphrodisiac, and now he can’t stop thinking about sex. Luckily, Madd is one male witch who knows how to put Vorgell’s new magical body to good use when he tricks Vorgell into a kiss that helps them escape.

Vorgell may desire sex in general—and Madd in particular—but Madd has no intention of being screwed by a man twice his size. He has problems of his own, including an enchanted collar that causes him to desire his most hated enemy. He wants that collar off as soon as possible, but that requires stealing a basilisk egg from the castle they just escaped.

Drawn together by lust and magic, the two men join forces and soon find themselves up to their necks in witches, wizards, and trouble. Vorgell and Madd might just be perfect for each other, but first they have to survive long enough to find out.

Also, I just finished the first round of edits, and I have to say it was a delight to revisit this book. It's still the most fun I've ever had writing, and I've even been encouraged by the editor to consider writing more books in this world. How fun is that? Not to mention I nearly killed my editor with adorableness, certainly a first for me. Here's a picture of the kind of adorableness involved.

What all this means for me is I soon get to embark on my least favorite part of being a published author. That's right. Although I don't have a release date just yet, July/August is coming soon and I'll soon be promoting the book. What this means for readers who have not already hit the click button... cover reveal, excerpts, and numerous giveaways of both ebooks and paperbacks. I also hope to entertain and inform through a series of guest blog posts about magic, basilisks, unicorns, buddy novels, sword and sorcery as a genre, and Crosby and Hope Road movies.

I'll provide links here during the tour so anyone who wants to follow along can easily find me. I mean, you really want to find out more about unicorn horns!