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Monday, March 2, 2015

*Kermit Flail Monday* March Version!

Holy Cats!

Folks, we have THE BEST *kermit flail* this month!  

I mean, remember last month?  One person on the dance floor, shining?  Well, that was pretty awesome, but now?  We've got a whole damned party!

And who best to start a party than the lovely, pixilated, amazeballs Miss Tara Lain, who's new release Winter's Wolf looks like so much fun!

So, ladies and gentlemen, let's get this party started with Miss Ta-ra LAIN!


by Tara Lain

Winter Thane was raised on the two cardinal rules of werewolf existence: don’t reveal yourself to humans under penalty of death, and there’s no such thing as a gay werewolf. It’s no surprise when his father drags him from his wild life in remote Canada back to Connecticut to meet his old pack in hopes it will persuade Winter to abandon his love of sex with human males. Of course Dad’s hopes are dashed when they come face-to-face with the gay werewolves in the Harker pack.
Winter takes one look at FBI agent, Matt Partridge, and decides bird is his favorite food. Partridge is embroiled in an investigation into drug dealing and the death of a fellow agent. He can’t let himself get distracted by the young, platinum-haired beast, but then Winter proves invaluable in the search for clues, a move that winds them both up in chains and facing imminent death. Winter quickly learns his father’s motives are questionable, the pack alphas are a bunch of pussies, humans aren’t quite what they seem, and nothing in the forests of Connecticut is pure except love.

Okay-- now this next book… folks, Angel Martinez is KILLING ME. Not only is her online presence funny and cool, but look at that cover… do we see the ears?  *diez*  So let's hear it for Angel Martinez and her lovely co-writer, Bellora Quinn, and their new urban fantasy Quinn's Gambit-- YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA!!!

Quinn’s Gambit: AURA 1

Angel MartinezBellora Quinn

After a terrible magical accident at Berkeley created unpredictable holes between realities, all manner of non-human creatures started popping into our world. These displacements, called Random Anomalous Reality Events or RARE, have taken magic out of fiction and relocated it firmly in reality, resulting in a great deal of chaos and confusion. Displaced elf Valerian works with AURA, the Agency of Unnatural Resettlement and Assimilation, to intercept these beings as they appear in the human world, helping the peaceful ones and subduing the violent, malevolent ones. It’s good, satisfying work, and Val would be happy if he wasn’t so lonely. 

Quinten is a young mage just trying to get by, but New York isn’t the easiest city to make a living in. If his methods are sometimes morally dubious, his heart is still in the right place. Of course, for Quinn, the right place means firmly locked away, protected at all costs. Living by his wits and sometimes magically induced luck, he works as a ‘freelance magic user’, or unregistered mage and small-time con, according to the authorities. The last thing Quinn wants is to draw the cops’ attention, but when an Event happens right on top of him, he’s forced to turn to AURA for help. Valerian isn’t at all what he’d expected in an AURA cop, and he certainly wasn’t expecting to join forces with the sexy elf, a snarky drow and a bitter incubus, when certain individuals in power try to stop the RARE by any means necessary. 

Things are not all what they seem at AURA headquarters, and a greater evil lurks at the top than anyone could have imagined.

At Totall-e Bound

Now, this next offering from Miss Annabeth Albert is from the Portland Heat series, and having been to Portland? I can't imagine a more awesome, offbeat, amazing and imaginative place to set a series.  (Besides-- Grimm is set there, and I'm saying!)  Anyway-- this one is set in a coffee shop, because, wonderful, and everybody give it up for Miss Annabeth Albert and her adorable book, Served Hot-- YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!! 

Served Hot

by Annabeth Albert

In Portland, Oregon, the only thing hotter than the coffee shops, restaurants, and bakeries are the hard-working men who serve it up—hot, fresh, and ready to go—with no reservations…

Robby is a self-employed barista with a busy coffee cart, a warm smile, and a major crush on one of his customers. David is a handsome finance director who works nearby, eats lunch by himself, and expects nothing but "the usual"—small vanilla latte—from the cute guy in the cart. But when David shows up for his first Portland Pride festival, Robby works up the nerve to take their slow-brewing relationship to the next level. David, however, is newly out and single, still grieving the loss of his longtime lover, and unsure if he’s ready to date again. Yet with every fresh latte, sweet exchange—and near hook-up—David and Robby go from simmering to steaming to piping hot. The question is: Will someone get burned?

So, Jaycee Edwards and Helena Stone are not new to me as FB people. They're rollicking, adorable, positive, and they rock a mean fandom.  My FB group Amy Lane Anonymous would not be the same without them-- and I'm so excited to be able to give them a shout-out here!  Everybody please welcome Ms. Jaycee Edwards and Helena Stone to *Kermit Flail* and give a hearty welcome and a big time SQUEEEE!!! to their new release, Strangers in the Night!  YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!

Strangers in the Night

by Jaycee Edward 
and Helena Stone

When Army veteran, Slade, stumbles upon an isolated cottage on a cold, dark, night, the young man finds more than just the shelter he’s seeking.

Former club Dominant Callum is surprised to find a handsome stranger knocking at his door but invites him in despite his reservations. A nightmare reveals Slade’s deep-seated emotional issues, and Callum knows he needs to get creative if he’s going to help Slade leave the past behind.

Neither man is prepared for the feelings Slade’s introduction into the world of BDSM will unleash, and thirty-six hours will either be enough to bind them, or they will remain forever strangers in the night.   

And speaking of my FB group, can we say hello to Miss Nicole Forcine?  About two years ago, she said, "Hey, do you have a group?  I can start one for you!"  It has almost 1000 members now, and I'm so tickled-- and I have this woman to thank.  Now, I read her first book, but she has taken off at lightning speed since then.  I can tell you she's funny, irreverent, powerful, and very human in her writing, and this next book looks no different!  Everybody say hello and how are you and WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE! to Miss Nicole Forcine!!!  YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!  

Shaken Up

by Nicole Forcine

Tim Myers is the flamboyant and overly fastidious owner of the adult shop Little Earthquakes. In his spare time, he moonlights as a sub for his friend's BDSM classes, and while he'd love to find a Dom to cater to his domestic servitude kink, he's wary of exposing his body and his heart. When Jae Seong comes into Tim’s shop and asks him for help with a wax play demo, Tim is turned off by the idea. Jae is nothing if not persistent, though. He’s a skilled Dom and soon finds out why Tim is so protective of his body, his neck, and his heart. Over a series of play dates, the two grow close, and it dawns on Tim that he might be looking at a match made for collaring.

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So, Felice Stevens is another one of those people… you know, those people? You read her reviews eagerly, even if she doesn't like your book, because she is thoughtful, critical in the most constructive ways, and kind. And after being a member of the m/m community for a long time, she totally jumped in with both feet and has been publishing like a madwoman recently.  I adore her-- she's funny (I don't seem to know any non-funny people-- go figure!) involved, and brilliant, and people have been eating her books with an ice-cream scoop!  It's amazing-- I'm so happy for her, I want her to publish MORE AND MORE AND MORE! 

So here she is, with TWO offerings, and one of them is giving 10% to a very special cause that I'll talk about in a second.  So ladies and gents, let's give it up for Miss Felice Stevens!  YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAY!!!

Memories of the Heart

by Felice Stevens

Ruthless, Controlling, A Loner. All words used to describe Dr. Micah Steinberg by the hospital staff for their next head of surgery. When a letter arrives from his grandmother’s friend at the assisted living facility, his orderly world tilts dangerously out of control.

Josh Rosen had everything until it was revealed much of his world was a lie. Forced to re-evaluate his life, Josh gives up his career and returns home to New York City to care for his beloved grandmother. What Josh didn’t figure on was an attraction to a man who on the surface, appears to be exactly like the life Josh chose to leave behind.

As Micah struggles with the reality of his grandmother’s illness, the bond these two share deepens, as Josh helps Micah heal, then open his heart. Micah discovers there is more to life than work, control and success. Josh is in deep but has yet to tell Micah who he really is.
When the fight for the hospital’s head of surgery turns ugly, Josh’s past and present collide. Micah must let go of the past and accept who he is, if his life is going to move forward.

Life is full of surprises, and as both Micah and Josh learn, love can happen whether you plan for it or not.

Buy at Amazon

*NOTE-- Felice is donating 10% of her proceeds from Memories of the Heart to a project very near and dear to our community's heart. Christy Duke, who is… AMAZING-- just a person of such warmth and life and fantasticalness I have no words for her, has been an active, vital reader in this little corner of the net for a very long time.  Her husband has just been diagnosed with a very aggressive form of cancer, and while he's undergoing treatment, there are some things we can do to make their lives just a little easier.  Christy has set up a funding account that explains it better, but if you haven't met her, all I can tell you is that these are two people who make the world better. Anything you can do to help will be appreciated.

Her YouCare account is HERE and even if you can't donate? Just love and prayers and hopes for the future. Christy deserves the best.

Felice also has After the Fire coming out this month, and it's a second book in a highly acclaimed series.  so give it up for Felice and a big couple of months-- and give her next one, After the Fire, a hearty welcome too!!!

After the Fire

By Felice Stevens

A single bullet destroyed the dreams of Dr. Jordan Peterson. With his lover dead, Jordan descends into an endless spiral of self-destruction that nearly costs him his friends, his career and his life. When Jordan finds himself working closely with the aloof Lucas Conover, the investment banker’s mysterious past and unexpected kindness shocks him back into a life and emotions he’d thought lost forever.

The betrayal by the foster brother he’d worshiped, taught Lucas Conover never to trust or believe in anyone. Living a solitary life couldn’t free him of the nightmare of his former life; it reinforced his belief that he would never fall in love. When the death of one of his clients forces him to work closely with Dr. Jordan Peterson, he meets a person whose suffering exceeds his own. Though Jordan rejects his effort to help, something within Luke pushes him discover more about the first man to ever get under his skin.
As Luke lets down his guard and Jordan lets go of his pain, desire takes control. Each man must come to terms with past struggles if they are to create a future together. And learning to trust in themselves and love again after tragedy and a lifetime of pain, may be the only thing that saves them in the end.
 Buy link is only from LooseId right now. the Amazon link should be up by the end of the week

Okay-- I've got to fess up.  I sort of love this next book.  I don't get to read nearly as many books as I really want to, but this one? This one I got to beta read in parts as it was being written.  

Ashlyn Kane and her co-writer, Morgan James, write the funniest, hottest, cleverest, most angsty-gutwrenching, awesomest sex scenes in the world.  

'nuff said. Seriously.  This is a fun, painful, awesome book, and you will love it!  Everybody, give it up for Ms. Ashlyn Kane and Morgan James for a wonderful read, and let's welcome Winging It to *Kermit Flail* in style! YAYAYAYAYAYAAYAAAYAAYAY!!! 

Winging It

by Ashlyn Kane
& Morgan James

Gabe Martin has a simple life plan: get into the NHL and win the Stanley Cup. It doesn’t include being the first out hockey player or, worse, getting involved with one of his teammates. But things change.

Dante Baltierra is Gabe’s polar opposite—careless, reckless… shameless. But his dedication to the sport is impressive, and Gabe can overlook a lot of young-and-stupid in the name of great hockey. And Dante has a superlative ass in a sport filled with superlative asses.

Before Gabe can figure out how to deal, a tabloid throws him out of his comfortable closet into a brand-new world. Amid the emotional turmoil of invasive questions, nasty speculation, and on- and off-ice homophobia, his game suffers.

Surprisingly, it’s Dante who drags him out of it—and then drags him into something else. Nothing good can come of secretly sleeping with a teammate, especially one Gabe has feelings for. But with their captain out with an injury, a rookie in perpetual need of a hug, and the race to make the playoffs for the first time since 1995, Gabe has a lot on his plate.

He can’t be blamed for forgetting that nothing stays secret forever.

Buy at DSP

And everybody knows what's coming next.

My Little Goddess, in all her re-covered, re-edited glory, goes live on Tuesday-- and I'm so excited.

When I turned her loose on the world before, I watched like a hawk.  I have to admit-- the first review (long since removed) was mine.  I knew what the other books-- the non-self-published books-- had on their pages.  I knew there were reviews skillfully written, that would tip a reader toward a book or away, depending on their tastes, and I just didn't know how to get one of those reviews on the page.

But it's been ten years-- and she's been reviewed plenty, sometimes sweetly, sometimes savagely, but she's not a stranger to critical mass anymore.

So when my first blog review came out this time?  I was trepidatious-- oh please let my m/m crew love my Little Goddess too.  And they did.  And I can't even… *flails*  Yeah. I'm so happy. She's back, she's gorgeous, and she's badass.

I think she'll do okay :-)

So folks, don't forget to check her out at DSP Productions and on Amazon.  And her first blog tour stop (and a chance for a free copy) has started already here at Books Make Me Happy (and bless Jennifer, whose blog it is!)  and by all means check out all the dates listed:

Sun, Mar 1 – Books Make Me Happy
Mon, Mar 2 – The Novel Approach
Tues, Mar 3 – Literary Escapism
Thu, Mar 5 – The Book Tart
Fri, Mar 6 – MM Good Book Reviews
Sat, Mar 7 – Joyfully Jay

And don't forget to check out her first review of the new tour, at The Novel Approach.

Cause baby, she's back.  Holy Goddess, Merciful God, let her not suck!

Canyagimehallelujia?  Iknewyacouldamen!

Friday, February 27, 2015

Little Goddess-- On Tour!

 <<<<<<<  Look!

Isn't that sweet?  I've got my own .gif!

Jennifer Morris of Write Time Promotions has set me up a WHOPPING awesome press pack and blog tour schedule and all sorts of wonderful things!  I am so TOTALLY excited because my Little Goddess is going SO legit, and because I'm 90K into Quickening, and I think my girl is gonna get some serious love by the time it's ready to be released-- because, well, she's already gotten some serious love, and this?  All the hoopla?  It's just like a big party for her, an anniversary/birthday party!

I'm so excited.  (And I also have a very little brain. .gifs make me happy.)

And seriously-- would you look at the quote on the .gif? It's from Mary Calmes and Damon Suede, who have both read this story and wrote the forward.  Just looking at it makes me want to jump up and down and squee like no teenaged girl has ever squeed before!

So, in addition to the .gif-- (which should be enough, in my opinion) I also have a fancy blog tour.  Now, I'm going to put this on my website too, because it needs to be updated, that's why, and you can enter the contest and go check out the fun stuff (there will be an interview and some top ten lists, which were fun to produce!) and generally, go check out my girl on her birthday tour.

I. Am So. Happy :-)

Oh!  And don't forget-- my next blogpost is going to be *Kermit Flail* and this month I've got a LOT of stuff (as opposed to last month, which was sort of embarrassing. Nobody came to my party last month. This month, I've got a line and a bouncer.)  Anyway-- so check out the blog tour-- come see me at the people with the thing and the place!  (Oh!  And I asked, and you know what?  Joyfully Jay knew about the girl cooties and still agreed to feature me, because they're AWESOME!!! <3 for="" jay="" p="">

Sun, Mar 1 – Books Make Me Happy
Mon, Mar 2 – The Novel Approach
Tues, Mar 3 – Literary Escapism
Thu, Mar 5 – The Book Tart
Fri, Mar 6 – MM Good Book Reviews
Sat, Mar 7 – Joyfully Jay

Prize – One ebook copy of VULNERABLE
Starts 3/1 – Ends 3/8

Working graveyards in a gas station seems a small price for Cory to pay to get her degree and get the hell out of her tiny town. She’s terrified of disappearing into the aimless masses of the lost and the young who haunt her neck of the woods. Until the night she actually stops looking at her books and looks up. What awaits her is a world she has only read about—one filled with fantastical creatures that she’s sure she could never be.

And then Adrian walks in, bearing a wealth of pain, an agonizing secret, and a hundred and fifty years with a lover he’s afraid she won’t understand. In one breathless kiss, her entire understanding of her own worth and destiny is turned completely upside down. When her newfound world explodes into violence and Adrian’s lover—and prince—walks into the picture, she’s forced to explore feelings and abilities she’s never dreamed of. The first thing she discovers is that love doesn’t fit into nice neat little boxes. The second thing is that risking your life is nothing compared to facing who you really are—and who you’ll kill to protect.

BUY LINKS – Available March 3rd

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Why I Write

Oh God. I must be at the bottom of the blogging barrel, because dude… doesn't everybody do one of these?  I mean, somewhere out there, isn't there a quote from every novelist who ever gnawed on a pen talking about why they write?


Because I'm telling you, I've got nothing profound, or if I do it's going to sound pompous as all hell.

So, lessee, lessee… why I write, why I write… 

I don't think I'm going to count the number, because we all know how that ends.

Why I Write--

*  Because it helps me get rid of the voices in my head.

*  Because it seems to justify my internet shopping addiction.

*  Because I thought was a celebrity site and I'm too blind to be paparazzi, so this was my way of being a part of the club!

*  Because in the 80's, none of the romance writers would say "cock" on the page, and I had a burning desire to fix that.

*  Because the love triangle thing always seemed so short sighted-- why can't she have BOTH, goddammit, WHY?

*  Because the real life diet consists of me not eating, and on the page the literary diet consists of one character telling the other to eat.

*  Because a friend of mine told me that I would leave my mark in little ends of yarn from knitting, and I realized that the only think we really remembered about Shakespeare's clothes was that he didn't like French hose because it cut off circulation to his balls.

*  Because unlike anything else in my life ten years ago, when I put something on the page and showed it to the world, at least somebody in the world said, "Good job!"

*  Because I'd spent my entire life learning literature and teaching literature, and goddammit, I wanted to do some literature!

*  Because my colleagues at the time mocked romantic literature and crazy artists, and I couldn't understand why they didn't see that the literature we taught and the writers we studied were often just the same as the romantic literature I read and the crazy artists they mocked. 

*  Because I'd been losing myself in my imagination for most of my life, but saying I was "writing" just made it sound cooler.

*  Because I've always been an opinionated little shit, and writing gave me a way to voice my opinion without giving in to my irrational rage.

*  Because the people who read what wanted to write were just as crazy as I am, and when everybody is the same sort of crazy that's a community, and that's where I wanted to live.

*  Because when I'm at a party, boring stories about my family are a reason for me to drink and other people to shun me, but when I'm blogging, they're considered "networking" and "work".

*  Because I had the cat and the computer and writing was the only place to go after that.

*  Because I had stories to tell, and for no other reason.  I had stories to tell, and the first story wasn't enough and the second story wasn't enough and the third and fourth and fiftieth haven't been enough.  I write for the same reason I talked to my stuffed animals and saved up anecdotes to tell my husband and got the degree with the thirty extra units in English and was so zealous about the subject that I had to teach it to spread the word.  

I write because I have stories.

See?  Silly and pompous.  Was I right or was I right?

Saturday, February 21, 2015


You may notice the cat is ON
the computer. Fucking cat.
Mate and I were invited to a party this weekend, and I had a hard time convincing him that it was okay that he didn't want to go.

I think it's funny that he doesn't get that I get the true nature of introversion.

I know my parents assume that I'm an extrovert-- I get along with crowds, I enjoy conventions and the chance to speak to everybody, and I thrive on guest speaking opportunities.

We call this move the "Buffalo"
But there always comes a time during the con when I absolutely positively need to be alone.  Alone doesn't necessarily mean ALL BY MYSELF IN ONE ROOM, which is why rooming with Mary works. We can both sit in the same room and work, and we don't need to talk.  We can also be happy watching television together and making random comments on the action on the screen.  At home, Mate and I can derive happiness just from being in the house at the same time-- the term "companionable silence" wasn't invented because it was a lie.

But the silence in our own heads-- that is absolutely priceless.  The comfort of routine, of being with people we trust-- that can give us a charge like absolutely nothing else.

ZB Choreographed this himself.
I know that much of my day can be solitary, and that when it isn't-- when the kids are home from school or when Big T decides today he wants to talk-- I come perilously close to being a psychotic, moody bitch.  Can't these people see I have things in my head? Can't they see I need the silence of the world to get this shit on paper? Holy Goddess what's wrong with all the fucking noise in the world?

The old shadow puppets were
done on zinc plates. They were
very cool. These were die
cut paper.
I mean, I spent this week with the kids.  On Thursday, we went to the Crocker Art Gallery to see the Lautrec exhibit-- and we had a blast.  Kewyn's bestie, Sam, was there, with his family, and they had an interactive place where the kids got to dress up like performers and go on stage.  (What you can't see in the pictures was that as they were performing a big group of elderly trustees came in and watched my kids clown around on the stage. They were entranced.)  They also got to see the occasional set of boobs in the art of gay Paris.  They were excited about that-- me and Sam's mom were like, "Don't dwell!"

Anyway, the kids colored and put on a shadow puppet show, and then visited the modern art section and went downstairs to make pipe-cleaner bunnies and play with puppets. And then we toured Old Sac and visited Candy Heaven- -and on the whole?  It was an awesome day.  Last night, Mate and I went out to dinner and to watch the Kings win.

Today, we spent quiet time as a family and saw a movie and ate out for lunch and now?

I absolutely positively have to be by myself. 
Squish needed us to take a picture of this or she wouldn't
put it on display.

Oh my Goddess-- I ADORE my family. I'd die for them. But if I don't get some fucking quiet in my head, I might kill them myself.

So when Mate -- who has been late from work because of soccer meetings and work meetings and other meetings for most of this week-- says, "I… I just… I can't…"  about going to a party with friends?

I am the last person to judge.

People assume that introverts don't like crowds-- but it's not true.  We love crowds.  But we get our power from being alone.
Of course ZB went out and found himself a baby to
entertain. It's what he does.

I totally get that Mate needs some power.

And to illustrate how much I need some quiet time?

Yesterday, I was taking T to the bus stop on my way to work out?  Big T was talking about an awkward moment in class, and I was listening, because, well, that is my job.  As we pulled up to the grocery store parking lot, I stopped a ways from the bus stop because, well, I was running late for my workout.

Squish's favorite puppet :-)
"Okay-- so I'm letting you off here because I'm late and you're not, and you can walk."

"Okay.  So that's the end of my story."

"Well, that's all right-- everyone has awkward moments."

"Yeah, but I've got a question."

It's a giant chicken costume.
Because giant chicken.
"Make it quick--I"m late."

"Am I a difficult person?"

"Get the hell out of my car."

Big T-- *laughs *  "Okay."

"I mean it. Now. Get the hell out. Get. Out. Go away. Now."

Big T laughed as he got out and walked away.

He was lucky the car wasn't moving. I would have shoved him out with my foot.

See? Dogs get Saturdays. Sleep, be pet, it's all good.