Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Reason I've Been Not Around

A few people have asked why I’ve missed posting new installments of RATTLETRAP. Right when the action is about to go up a notch, too. Space battle! Penetrative sex! Good stuff.

There will be a new installment next week after I get back from Cleveland. Jedd and Ussim’s story is a fun one and I’m excited about returning to them. Writing is great for escape, too!

As for reasons… my reason for being in Cleveland is emotionally draining. My oldest son Mike the Conqueror and his wife had a baby, and the situation isn’t good. Mother’s water broke at 16 weeks and she was on bed rest. The baby grew without amniotic fluid, which meant he was born—last month, at 27 weeks—with underdeveloped lungs. He’s on a ventilator and both lungs have collapsed numerous times. We’re not sure he’s going to make it but he’s fighting hard and is getting the very best medical care. He’s just so very tiny! He weighed just over a pound when born and now weighs nearly three pounds, but he’s still one very small human being.

Maybe you’ve noticed by now that I’m a private person, which is why I haven’t talked much about this outside of a few friends. I still won’t be all over Facebook or Twitter, but anyone who reads my blog or my work counts as a friend. If you read this and you have prayers to give for my little grandson, they would be appreciated. 

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Super Sekrit Valentine Giveaway Winner

The Love is Love Blog Hop is over and if you entered that, the organizer will contact the winner of the Kindle giveaway—and dozens of books! Because Amazon cannot pre-load a Kindle, the winner cannot get the books until they receive the ereader and register it.

The blog hop’s organizer will contact me so I can email the winner the .mobi file of Dangerous Beauty. So that’s how that will happen.

Some of you also know I ran a Super Sekrit $20 gift card giveaway just for this blog. Yeah, I do things like that. Quite a few people commented on that post, so thank you! In fact, my characters thank you… it appears a lot of them would be welcome to visit you!

This morning Cate the poodle and a random number generator helped me pick a winner… Kathy Clevenger!

I’ve already contacted Kathy and she will be getting her gift card.

Thanks everyone for making this Valentine Love is Love Blog Hop a huge success!

Thursday, February 12, 2015

The Last Grand Master Blog Tour and Giveaway

Andrew Gordon's THE LAST GRAND MASTER is a high fantasy book I've recommended on this blog before. It's been re-released as part of Dreamspinner's new imprint--and there's a great giveaway! Check it out... and the excerpt, too!

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The Last Grand Master


PUBLISHER: DSP Publication

SERIES: Champion of the Gods

RELEASE DATE: 10th February 2015

LENGTH: 370 Pages

BLURB: In a war that shook the earth, the six gods of Nendor defeated their brother Neldin, god of evil. For three thousand years, Nendor and the Seven Kingdoms have known peace and prosperity and Neldin's evil was nearly forgotten.

But then Meglar, wizard king of Zargon, unleashes the dark magic of the underworld and creates an army of creatures to carry out his master's will. One by one, the sovereign realms fall as a new war between the gods threatens to engulf Nendor.

Leading the opposition to Meglar is Grand Master Farrell. Young and untried, Farrell carries a secret that could hold the key to defeating Meglar—or it could destroy the world.

Farrell is joined by Nerti, queen of the unicorns and Miceral, an immortal muchari warrior the Six have chosen as Farrell's mate. As Farrell and his new allies make plans to counter Neldin's evil, Meglar forces their hand when he invades a neighboring kingdom. Rushing to help their ally, Farrell and Miceral find themselves in the middle of the battle. Cut off from help, Farrell attempts an untried spell that will either turn the tide or cost he and Miceral their lives.


AUTHOR BIO: Andrew Q. Gordon wrote his first story back when yellow legal pads, ball point pens were common and a Smith Corona correctable typewriter was considered high tech. Adapting with technology, he now takes his MacBook somewhere quiet when he wants to write.

He currently lives in the Washington, D.C. area with his partner of nineteen years, their daughter and dog.  In addition to dodging some very self-important D.C. 'insiders', Andrew uses his commute to catch up on his reading. When not working or writing, he enjoys soccer, high fantasy, baseball and seeing how much coffee he can drink in a day.

Twitter:  @andrewqgordon


There is a Kindle Giveaway as a part of this tour that is sponsored by the amazing DSPP to promote The Last Grand Master

Visit these blogs:

2/10 - Cate Ashwood
2/12 - Tali Spencer
2/13 - Shira Anthony
2/16 - M.A. Church
2/19 - RJ Scott
2/20 - Sue Brown

And enter often!

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Excerpt from The Last Grand Master:

Farrell slept until he heard someone shuffling about the room. Rolling over, he tried to ignore Lisle, but Miceral sat straight up.
“My, aren’t you a jumpy thing. Not at all like your friend there.” Lisle’s voice took on an acerbic tone. “I had your things moved to these rooms. A rather persistent unicorn kept insisting the temple send clerics to my room with instructions to move your bags here.” She continued to move about the room, gathering dirty clothes, unfazed by Miceral’s presence.
“Thank you,” Miceral said. “I wouldn’t have known where to find my room. We came here first, and Farrell fell asleep before he found someone to show me to my quarters.”
Farrell pushed his head farther into his pillow.
“Hmm, is that right?”
He heard Lisle leave and groaned into his pillow, knowing where she was headed next.
“When his royal messiness wakes up,” she called from the adjoining room, “remind him to drain the tub.”
“Um, sure,” Miceral answered as Farrell poked his head up.
Rolling his eyes, he mouthed the word Lisle before planting a soft kiss on Miceral’s neck. “Good morning, Lisle.” He leaned over and brushed his lips across Miceral’s cheek.
Lisle stomped back into the room. “Well, well, my messy little wizard prince has decided to grace us with his magnificent presence.” Farrell rolled onto his stomach, pulling the ends of the pillow up around his head.
Miceral snickered before rubbing his back.
“Now, none of that, lad. It’s long past time for you to be up. I can’t clean until you get your lazy, naked bottom out of bed. No offense to you, Master…?”
Farrell steeled himself for her response.
“Nice to meet you, Miceral, even if Farrell is too ill-mannered to have introduced us properly.” She paused long enough for Farrell to shake his head into the pillow. “If it isn’t too inconvenient, would you please empty that oversized tub of yours?”
Turning again, he noticed Miceral, red-faced, clearly uncomfortable with Lisle standing in the doorway.
“Yes, Lisle, my apologies for being rude and not introducing you to Miceral and for forgetting yet again to drain the tub. I’m an awful person. I don’t deserve you in the least.”
“You’re right, you don’t deserve me, but I’ll keep trying to make you presentable all the same. There’s food on the table. Hurry up and eat; then get out. Show your friend around or something. Here’s an idea. Show him his room so he isn’t stuck here with you forever.” With an exaggerated turn, she left.
He mumbled a spell, rolling his eyes. “The tub is drained, Lisle. Is there anything else I can do?”
“Yes,” she called from somewhere else in the apartment. “Get up and get out!”
He snapped his hand at the door and it swung shut. “Remind me to make sure to change the spell on that door. When we’re in here, I don't want anyone, not even Lisle, to have access.” He sighed heavily, then pushed the covers off.
“Lenore’s bright eyes, that is a sassy woman.” Despite his obvious embarrassment earlier, Miceral smiled broadly now. “Where did you find her?”
       “She’s been at Haven since before I was born. When my former master died, she adopted me as her mission in life. Given how inept I am at housekeeping, I quickly became her full-time assignment. I pay her enough to cover her loss of other paying clients, and she seems content to make sure I stay in line.” Farrell climbed out of bed. He walked over to his closet, pulled out a pair of baggy linen pants, and stepped into them.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Coming Soon

Here for the Love is Love Blog Hop? CLICK HERE to enter that giveaway! 


Though it may seem that I did nothing but sit on my butt all of last year—I blame a barrage of health issues that are now happily resolved—I have gotten some writing done and will be putting out books in 2015.

Thick as Ice, a follow-up book to Thick as Thieves, will be landing on my publisher’s desk soon. Though it does follow on the heels of the first book, it’s not precisely a sequel. It’s a another adventure! When rogues Vorgell and Madd attempt to fulfill a debt to a cranky old witch by fetching her wizened mother, they get caught up in a plot to plunge a neighboring kingdom into permanent winter. They also must teach Petal it’s impolite to eat other people’s pets. I have a third adventure planned for them entitled Thicker than Blood, but I haven’t started writing it yet because…

… I will be delivering two Uttor books to Resplendence to be published this year. Both run contiguous with and tell different parts of the war and romance saga begun in Captive Heart and Dangerous Beauty. The first is Adored, the MF romance of Adora Leonnte and Vallmer Beringen, who goes to Uttor thinking to pursue a different princess. Widowed Adora, however, is certain she is the princess the hunky prince really needs. That she’s pregnant presents a bit of a problem, but Adora isn’t about to let that stop her.

The second Uttor book will be Victory Portrait, the MM romance of the youngest Kordeun son, Peta, and conquering, royal-hating general Darius Arrento. When his emperor orders Darius to sit for an official portrait, the general does so grudgingly… until he finds himself smitten by the artist’s breathtakingly beautiful slave, little knowing that his conniving emperor has put a prince in his path.

And if that is not enough, I am working on preparing my epic Triempery series for submission to mainstream publishers. Crossing my fingers on that one! I will be putting up the first two chapters of the first book soon for feedback.

Also, I have a short story coming soon in an anthology to be released by Wilde City Press. April Fools, anyone? How about spider shifters? Bwahahaha!

So that’s what I’m doing behind the scenes!

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If you’ve read this far, you are probably either a reader of this blog or someone interested in my work. That makes you special! So for Valentine’s Day, you get your own giveaway.

  • Answer this question in a comment: If you could have any of my characters for a night, for any reason, which one and why? Any reason qualifies. I don’t judge.  

Comments on this post enter a drawing for a $20 Dreamspinner or ARe gift card. In addition, the winner can choose a free ebook from my list of published work. You can find that list here. 

Cate the poodle and I will draw a winner on Monday morning, February 16th.

Monday, February 9, 2015

The LGBT Love Is Love Blog Hop and Giveaway

Welcome to the Love is Love Blog Hop. The Rafflecopter link and more details about the giveaway are at the bottom of this post. I will be holding a separate giveaway just for this blog on a post tomorrow.

As for what I think about love…

Love between human beings is an amazing thing. We read about it. Write about it. Talk about it. Most of us want as much as possible of it in our lives.

That’s why it amazes me to see so many people—who probably think of themselves as loving, who want love and give love—try to deprive others of the right to love. For ourselves—but not others?

I believe that love needs only be consensual to be good. It may be difficult, such as when two people are not in a position socially or legally to act on their feelings, or it may be complicated, because sometimes love is not the only emotion or obligation involved—but the love itself is not wrong. Sometimes the actions or decisions people lay on the altar of love are wrong. But love?

A very wise man once told me “You can’t legislate morality.” He was so right. (He was also a legislator, and knew what he was talking about.) People can make laws. They can force people to obey laws. But no law ever written, enacted, or enforced ever made a good person out of a bad one, or made a sinner into a saint.

A law can tax money out of people’s pockets, but it cannot make them generous.

A law can make it illegal to love (or hate), but it cannot prevent love (or hate).

What triumphs is love itself. More love. So let’s celebrate love and do what we can as loving people to create more of it.

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Stop by tomorrow for a post all about what I’ve been writing and the books coming out this year. I will also be holding a special giveaway just for readers of my blog.

And check out this blog hop prize!

All of the authors below have contributed to this great prize. A Kindle loaded with books! A veritable library of LGBT love at your fingertips.

Ebook Prizes:

Aidee LadnierThe Break-in
Amanda YoungWinner chooses from author's available titles
Bronwyn HeeleyWinner chooses from author's available titles
C. J. AnthonyHeaven
Charlie CochraneSomething from my back list - winner's choice.
David ConnorTidings of Comfort and Joey Down Under
DP DenmanWinner chooses from author's available titles
Elin GregoryAlike As Two Bees
Ethan StoneWinner chooses from author's available titles
Eva LefoyLove is a Mess anthology
H.B. PattskynHanging by the Moment
J.M. DabneyWhen All Else Fails
Jessie GThe Protector
Julie Lynn HayesWhen Will I See You Again
Lisabet SaraiNecessary Madness
Lynley WayneWinner chooses from author's available titles
M.A. ChurchThe Harvest series (book #1 and book #2)
Morticia knightAll Fired Up (Sin City Uniforms 1)
N.J. NielsenWinner chooses from author's available titles
Sibley JacksonPrivate Performance
Sue BrownThe Next Call
Tali SpencerDangerous Beauty
Tara LainCanning the Center
Thianna DurstonThe Blake/Dusty Chronicles: Two Sides of the Same Coin
Alexa MilneRainbow Connection (due out 13th Feb) or Sporting Chance.
Anne BarwellWinner chooses from author's available titles
April KelleyWhispers of Home
Brandon ShireThe Love of Wicked Men - Episode One
Catherine LievensJamie
Cecil WildeDefying Convention
Christopher KoehlerPoz
Draven St. JamesScent of a Wolf
Elizabeth NobleWinner chooses from author's available titles
Hayley B JamesUndercover Addiction
Jennifer WrightAll 3 Finding Home Series books - Pavarus, Morvea, & Airos
Karen StivaliMoment of Impact
Kendall McKenna1) Strength of the Pack 2)Waves Break My Fall
L M SomertonRasputin's Kiss
Lily G BluntPaint the Sky
Megan LindenRunning Off the Edge
Stephen del MarDark Love
TM SmithOpposites
Shiloh Saddler
Tracey Michael
Private Pleasure
Pretty Please

Hop sites:

A.J. Marcus
Aidee Ladnier
Alexa Milne
Amanda Young
Annabeth Albert
Anne Barwell
April Kelley
Brandon Shire
Bronwyn Heeley
C. J. Anthony
Catherine Lievens
Cecil Wilde
Charlie Cochrane
Christopher Koehler
David Connor
DP Denman
Draven St. James
Elin Gregory
Elizabeth Noble
Ethan Stone
Eva Lefoy
H.B. Pattskyn
Hayley B James
J.M. Dabney
Jennifer Wright
Jessie G
Julie Lynn Hayes
Karen Stivali
Kazy Reed
Kendall McKenna
L M Somerton
Lily G Blunt
Lisabet Sarai
Lynley Wayne
M.A. Church
Megan Linden
Morticia knight
N.J. Nielsen
Neil Plakcy
Sibley Jackson
Stephen del Mar
Sue Brown
Tali Spencer
Tara Lain
Thianna Durston
TM Smith
Shiloh Saddler
Tracey Michael

This is a really great prize and I hope everyone takes a moment to enter here and on the other blogs.

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Friday, February 6, 2015

Warming Up to the LGBT Love is Love Blog Hop

Starting Monday I’ll be posting as part of the LGBT Love is Love Valentine’s Day blog hop. This hop has a ton of wonderful authors taking part.

It also has an amazing giveaway: a Kindle loaded with ebooks from participating authors!

There will be a Rafflecopter link on every post for anyone who wants to enter the drawing for the prize.

As part of the week long hop, I’ll be putting up some interesting posts, including about my publishing plans for the year, why everyone should play games, and an update on the next Thieves book.

Hope to see you then!

Monday, February 2, 2015

Guest Author: Chris T. Kat and Bratty Angel

ETA: Chris has let me know this book's release date has been moved back to February 15th. With a cover like that, it will stay in my mind!

eXtasy Books:

Bratty Angel Blurb:
A bratty angel…

First Patrick is accosted by a hellhound with a yen for fries and ketchup. Then he encounters a beautiful, but bratty angel who doesn’t seem to understand the concept of ‘no’… or personal space. Not to mention he demands Patrick pleasure him, which Patrick refuses to do. So why does Patrick feel a connection to this unruly seraphim? And why can’t he forget him?

Two weeks later, the brat is back, making more demands. But Patrick makes it clear he doesn’t do demands. That should be the end of it, right? Or not… Maybe there’s more to this bratty angel than meets the eye. If Patrick has the patience to get past his bratty ways.

Patrick rounded the corner fast, almost too fast. He barely kept his balance, groaning when his left knee twisted, reminding him that his ability to outrun anyone or anything had taken a turn for the worse. If that damn thing he'd only snatched a brief glimpse of got him, he'd be mauled and killed.

The huge, nightmarish thing panted as it chased after him, gusts of his surprisingly clean-smelling breath wafting to him. As Patrick raced through the deserted streets—because who the hell took a shortcut at this time of the night—he searched for a hiding spot. A fire ladder would work too, or whatever. Anything really, so he could put a safe distance between himself and the grotesque creature. He could have avoided all of this but, damn him, he'd indulged in his human body's desire for junk food. Next time he was going to order his food in—if he lived long enough.

Patrick's lungs burned, and his leg muscles screamed bloody murder at him. Fuck the universe for rendering him incapable of flying. He’d been trapped in this human body for twenty-three years already, and no one would ever think he'd once been strong and—best not to go there. Nothing good ever came of his memories.

Patrick stumbled, and a hot gust of air tickled his neck. He plunged face forward to the ground, all air rushing out in one short pained gasp. Reflexively he put his hands behind his head to protect his vulnerable neck.

The freaking thing growled and yanked at the bag containing Patrick's junk food. Patrick yelped when the bag tore open, spilling its contents all over.

Curled up on the ground, Patrick peeked over his shoulder when a chuckle drew his attention. Someone hunkered down next to him before gentle fingers pried the last string of the bag from his hand. Patrick gritted his teeth, wishing he was in possession of his power instead of lying there, almost whimpering in fear.

“Don't worry, he's not malicious. He just wants your fries,” a soft, melodious voice informed him. The fries-loving beast growled, sending goose bumps up Patrick's spine. The voice added, “Right. He wants your fries and your ketchup. You see, the ketchup is majorly important.”

The person who'd spoken to him withdrew, and the creature's paws clicked on the ground as it followed the voice. Whoever it was rustled the wraps of his food and talked soothingly to the yipping beast. Carefully and slowly, Patrick turned on his side to take a look. His heart thumped painfully hard against his ribcage, almost causing it to burst.

In the corner of the badly lit alley crouched something that seemed to be a mix between a large dog and a wolf, but the size of a pony. That wasn't even the strangest characteristic of the beast. No, the strangest characteristic was the dark brown, folded wings on the beast's back. That couldn't be!

Patrick's gaze traveled to the hands that dumped his fries on the torn bag, generously spreading ketchup all over them. The beast licked the hand in a grateful gesture before it dug into the food.

Patrick's breath caught when he observed the naked man who knelt next to the creature. The man's face was beautiful, no doubt about that. Patrick's gaze slid along a slender throat, finely toned shoulders, and a slight frame. A white, feathery wing covered the man's crotch.
An angel.

Chris T. Kat
Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there's any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.