Wednesday, November 21, 2018

10 Silly Questions with Kiernan Kelly

Today, fabulous author and friend, Kiernan Kelly (aka Dakota Trace) drops by the blog to get silly with me and to plug her


RR: If you could invite any famous person, dead or alive, for dinner, what would you eat?
KK: Stephen King, and the menu would be based on his book titles. We’d have Cujo burgers with a side of Children of the Corn on the Cob, and Carrie Blood Pudding (too gross? Nah, it’s Stephen King – he’d get it), along with a big, fresh Salem’s Lot o’ Lettuce Salad. Then we’d top it off with a Firestarter Cherries Jubilee.

RR: Who do you think you are?
KK: You know, sometimes I’m not sure. I might be me. Maybe. Unless I’m you. Am I you? How do you know? Ooh, maybe I’m Stephen King.  If I’m him, could you have him please forward his royalty checks over? Thanks ever so much.

RR: What’s your problem?
KK: I am Queen of the Procrasti Nation. Seriously, I should have t-shirts made, but I keep putting it off.

RR: If you could have one wish, would you give it to me?
KK: Sure! If by one wish you mean ten. You do mean ten, right? Because why would you only give me one wish? Are you a wish tightwad? Are you hoarding wishes? You have all the wishes and you only give me one, and expect me to give it back to you? What the hell, man!

RR: Where you at?
KK: I be in Florida. Unless I’ve been sucked into a random wormhole, in which case I could be anywhere. Even right behind you! Ha! Made you look.

 RR: If you had to choose only one vice, what would it be?
KK: Only one? What is it with you and giving people only one of things? One wish, one vice… You know, now that I think on it, maybe my vice would be greed. *shifty eyes*

RR: What’s your favorite brand of cereal?
KK: That’s an easy one. I like Quaker Oats because have you seen the Quaker Oats guy? He’s hot, in a puritanical sort of way. I keep wanting to see him hook up with the Lucky Charms guy. Admit it – you’re picturing that in your head right now.

RR: When you wake up in the morning, what celebrity do you most resemble?
KK: Edward Scissorhands.

RR: Do you know your ass from a hole in the ground? And if so, how do you tell the difference?
KK: The ground doesn’t refuse to fit into my skinny jeans.

RR: Do you have anything you’d like to plug?
KK: There are several random holes I feel strongly could use a good plugging, but in the interest of keeping people reading this from running out into traffic screaming, I won’t go into details.

To replace another of the artifacts they accidentally destroyed, Grant and Ash must travel further back in time than ever before—ten thousand years, to Paleolithic Virginia Beach. They quickly realize that in this time, food doesn’t come from a supermarket, and if they want to survive, they’ll need to learn skills like hunting and fire-making.

Merlin’s magic won’t return them to their time until they locate a mammoth talisman, but this time, they’ll need to do more than find the object. They’ll have to earn it—along with their manhood names—in a dangerous hunt. And before their latest adventure ends, they’ll have to help an injured young man and convince two rival tribes to work together. It might be a different environment, but they soon see that human hatred and fear are universal. Luckily, so are love and compassion.

Thursday, November 15, 2018

Dear Hoped For Reader

Dear Hoped for reader,

I wrote this book for you. I see you in my mind’s eye—a high-school kid, a little shy, maybe a little bookish. You stay on the periphery of the social scene. You know, the one everyone seems to belong to except you.

Because you’re different. Maybe you even think of yourself as abnormal, an outcast, someone not worth knowing.

So you hide. You think that if anyone knows the real you, the one who wishes your same-sex attraction would just disappear, so you can be like everyone else, they’ll turn away. At best, they’ll tolerate you. At worst, they’ll hate you and bully you for who you are, who you dream about when no one’s looking.

But see, what I want you to get from my book is this—you’re okay. And what makes you different is not something to hate, but something to embrace. Being different doesn’t mean you’re bad; it means you’re special. Who wants to be normal, humdrum, run-of-the-mill? You’ll discover, I hope, as you grow older, that being different can be wonderful. It can lead you to all kinds of experiences, all kinds of people. It can maybe even lead you toward a love you might not even dare to dream of now....

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Tuesday, November 13, 2018

A New Book is Born: BIGGER LOVE

Today, my 35th novel, Bigger Love, comes out. For a kid who dreamed of one day being a writer, that's a heady statement to make. The story of a high-school outcast who embraces that he's different no longer belongs solely to me--but to you. Be gentle....

Also for a kid who once thought of himself as an outcast because he thought no one would love or accept him if they knew who he really was, a book like Bigger Love is a real revelation. The book is all about being who you are and embracing it--and that means not conforming to anyone else's idea of who or what you should be.

My main character, the fierce, independent, an out-and-proud high school senior, Truman Reid, suffers from self-doubt despite what he projects to his small town high school. Jean M. Auel, author of The Mammoth Hunters, kind of describes him:

“He began to understand that just because some people thought certain behavior was wrong, that didn’t make it so. A person could resist popular belief and stand up for personal principles, and though there might be consequences, not everything would be necessarily lost. In fact, something important might be gained, if only within oneself.”

I hope you'll give Bigger Love a chance. If you've been an outsider, or even loved someone who was, I think you'll enjoy the book and may find yourself not only thinking, but moved.

Truman Reid is Summitville High’s most out-and-proud senior. He can't wait to take his fierce, uncompromising self away from his small Ohio River hometown, where he’s suffered more than his share of bullying. He’s looking forward to bright lights and a big city. Maybe he’ll be the first gender-fluid star to ever win an Academy Award. But all that changes on the first day of school when he locks eyes with the most gorgeous hunk he’s ever seen.

Mike Stewart, big, dark-haired, and with the most amazing blue eyes, is new to town. He's quiet, manly, and has the sexy air of a lost soul. It’s almost love at first sight for Truman. He thinks that love could deepen when Mike becomes part of the stage crew for Harvey, the senior class play Truman's directing. But is Mike even gay? And how will it work when Truman's mother is falling for Mike’s dad?

Plus Truman, never the norm, makes a daring and controversial choice for the production that has the whole town up in arms.

See how it all plays out on a stage of love, laughter, tears, and sticking up for one’s essential self….


Wednesday, November 7, 2018

10 Silly Questions with Charley Descoteaux

Delighted to have fellow Dreamspinner Press author Charley Descoteaux with me today. Read on to see how she responded to my rude and impertinent probing....  


RR: If you could invite any famous person, dead or alive, for dinner, what would you eat?
CD: Whatever they wanted to cook.

RR: Who do you think you are?
CD: Nobody special, just a queer with voices in my head.

RR: What’s your problem?
CD: See #2.

RR: If you could have one wish, would you give it to me?
CD: Sure! If you had one wish would you give it to me? (Note: I absolutely would because then we'd be even and we'd both have the added plus of good Karma coming our way.)

RR: Where you at?
CD: Crone stage.

RR: If you had to choose only one vice, what would it be?
CD: Chocolate. It’s truly a vice if you do it right.

RR: What’s your favorite brand of cereal?
CD: Chex, because it’s cereal and you can eat it right out of the box at midnight.

RR: When you wake up in the morning, what celebrity do you most resemble?
CD: Beaker from The Muppet Show.

RR: Do you know your ass from a hole in the ground? And if so, how do you tell the difference?
CD: Sometimes. I rely on the fact that I usually don’t have to bend down to reach my ass.

RR: Do you have anything you’d like to plug?
CD: Thanks for asking! The final book in my Buchanan House series is out from Dreamspinner Press. Art House, Buchanan House: Book Six gives Chase and Garrett their HEA while wrapping up threads from the previous books. Art House can be read as a standalone novel, but series fans will recognize a lot of characters from previous books. It’s a little angstier than the rest of the series, but age gap and hurt comfort can be angsty tropes.

BLURB for Art House, Buchanan House: Book Six
Chase Holland spends his days painting Portland scenes to hang in local businesses, neglecting his own surrealist style. After twenty-five years as a full-time artist, he’s frustrated that his career has stalled, but churning out the equivalent of corporate art is better than getting a day job. Chase and Garrett have been together—off and on, but mostly on—for a decade. If asked, they would both say the source of their trouble is the seventeen-year age gap. The truth is less clear-cut. Life would be so much easier if Chase could make a living with his own art, or if Garrett held less conventional ideas about relationships.

Garrett Frisch has been watching their friends get married for the past two years, and it’s taking an emotional toll. When he proposes as a way to keep them together permanently, he thinks he’s being responsible, but Chase is ambivalent and hurt and can’t hide it. It doesn’t help that Garrett’s anxiety is out of control and he’s dealing with insecurities about his own art career. They will have to do their least favorite thing—talk about something more important than which food cart to visit—if they are to get the happy ending they both want.

Here’s a happy excerpt from Chase’s point of view.

A soft knock on the bedroom door startled a sound from Chase. Whoever it was would probably think he was asleep and leave him alone. Not many people it could be. My life is small and only getting smaller.

Regardless, he had no plans to give up his comfortable wallowing to try and be social. He wasn’t dressed to answer the door anyway, wearing only a faded pair of green plaid boxers—a pair Garrett had bought one year around the holidays. He did his best work without any clothes on at all but didn’t have the heart to be fully nude when he was so lonely.
I haven’t done my best work in years. No great loss.

When the doorknob turned, Chase sat up. When the door opened and Garrett peeked in, it took Chase’s breath away.

“Hey. Did I wake you?”

“No.” He wasn’t sure Garrett heard; he barely heard himself. “It’s good to see you.”
Wow, great line.

Also, the understatement of the week. Chase wanted to apologize, to throw himself at Garrett’s feet and beg his forgiveness for being so stupid, but couldn’t seem to move. He still sat with his legs over the far side of the bed, twisted to look at the vision stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. It almost felt like he was dreaming, but he’d never ached so badly from a dream before, so hopefully it was real.

It had to be real, because it was happening differently. If he were dreaming, things would be happening the way they had in the past. Chase hadn’t gotten a call first, and Garrett for sure didn’t look tentative or the least bit upset. He looked amazing—confident and relaxed, even with the shadows of bruises still on his face. He had shaved, and Chase missed the facial hair, but Garrett could never be anything short of gorgeous in his eyes.
Garrett moved closer to the bed, breaking the spell Chase was under. He stood and closed all but one step of the distance between them.

“I’m sorry.”

Garrett shook his head, a tiny smile playing on his lips. “I’m the one who’s sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong. Okay if I—”

Before he could finish the one thing that was playing out the same as it always did—Okay if I stay?—Chase leaned forward and kissed him. Softly, only enough to stop him from finishing that sentence. If everything played out differently this time, then maybe it would be the last time they spent days—or weeks—apart, the last time he drove away the love of his life with careless words or boneheaded actions.

The kiss was short, and when Garrett pulled back he was smiling. “I guess that’s a yes.” He reached out and rubbed his thumb over a splotch of green paint near Chase’s left nipple. “Were you working?”

“Taking a break.”

“Want to take a longer break?”

“I really do.”

Garrett gripped Chase’s upper arms and pulled him close. Still a little stunned, Chase didn’t move. He sighed when Garrett wrapped both arms around him and squeezed tightly. “I missed you.”

“I’m so glad you’re here.” Chase embraced him and squeezed, burying his face in Garrett’s soft auburn hair. He moaned when Garrett slid both hands past the waistband of his boxers and pushed them to the floor. A twinge of embarrassment made it past the relief and desire flooding his mind when Garrett grasped his cock and it didn’t even say hello back.

It did, eventually, and Chase welcomed Garrett home the way he always did.

BUY Art House, Buchanan House: Book Six

Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her sleep once in a while. Mx Descoteaux has survived earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods, but couldn’t make it through a single day without stories.

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