Saturday, February 16, 2013

Book Trailer: My Reincarnation Love Story, ORIENTATION


Just thought I'd share this trailer with you, since ORIENTATION will be out soon as an audiobook.




Christmas, 1983: A young man, Robert, tends to his soul mate, Keith, who is dying from AIDS. Robert tries valiantly to make this a special Christmas for his lover, but loses the fight late Christmas night.

Christmas, 2007: Robert ventures out late Christmas night and finds a young girl about to fling herself into the unforgiving waters of Lake Michigan. He rescues her, and the two form a bond forged from an odd feeling they share of familiarity, and even love. Neither understands it, since Jess is a lesbian and Robert has never been attracted to women. But there’s more...Jess begins having strange dreams, reliving key moments she couldn’t know about in Keith and Robert’s life and courtship. Robert and Jess begin to wonder if their inexplicable feelings might be rooted in something much more mystical than a savior/victim relationship.

As the two move toward and pull away from each other, Ethan, Robert’s younger lover, plots the unthinkable. His crystal meth-addled mind becomes convinced there’s only one way to save himself, and that is through Robert’s destruction. Christmas 2007 spirals downward to a shattering climax in which both love and lives hang in the balance.

There’s a murder attempt...salvation...redemption...

And a new love is born.

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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Happy Valentine's! Why Do I Love You? I Just do!

My son, Nick (R) and his husband, Tarik, on their wedding day.
Today, I am over at Reviews by Jessewave, asking the holiday-appropriate question: why do we love who or what we love? My blog begins:  

Romantic hero number one, with stars in his eyes, asks romantic hero number two the age-old question, “Why do you love me?” And romantic hero number two, who is a wise man indeed, gives a response that at first blush may seem glib, “Why not?”

This morning I am thinking about why we love what or who we love. That question, I would think, would have great resonance among readers of romance, because it’s core to most of our stories—and often a writer feels he or she needs to give credible motivation for a couple falling in love. And in fiction, I kind of agree, but is it true for real life?

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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

New 5-Star Review for CAREGIVER

Lovely new 5-star review for CAREGIVER. "...a story that has everything: love, friendship, heartache, despair and strength..."

Read the whole review here.

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Monday, February 4, 2013

New Release: The Course of True Love--Win a FREE, Signed Copy!

And we have our winners! Congratulations to the following people below (I will be in touch with you about sending out the books today):
Louis Pape
Madison Parker
PR Leary
Zach Sweets
Clara Claverly

Please remember, if you didn't win, you can still buy your own copy, either from  Amazon or the publisher.

Today, I'm pleased to announce that my paperback romance collection, The Course of True Love, is available both from Amazon and the publisher. It's full of four of my best love stories that were previously available only as e-books. So, if you're a print book fan, this one is for you.

Today, you can win a free, signed copy delivered to your doorstep (sorry, this offer is available only to US residents) by following the simple steps below. I am going to choose five lucky winners, so the odds are good!

1. Leave a comment below with your e-mail address so I can contact you if you win.
2. Tweet or Facebook status today's blog and tell your followers about the giveaway. Just point them toward: http://rickrreedreality.blogspot.com/
3. Go to the book's Amazon page and like it (the like button is at the top of the page). Or, of course, you can go there and just buy it; I'd "like" that.

That's it. It's easy, unlike...The Course of True Love.

BLURB
Shakespeare said it best: “The course of true love never did run smooth.” In these emotional, touching, sometimes funny, and always tender stories from Rick R. Reed, meet characters who seek only one thing: to love and be loved. Achieving that goal often proves difficult, but never impossible.

Nothing worth having ever came easy.

Previously available only in electronic format, these stories of Gay Romance have now been combined for a paperback edition! Included are the tales...

I Heart Boston Terriers “I Heart Boston Terriers” is all about embracing love, whether it’s for someone who walks on four legs, or someone who walks on two. The Boston terrier Mavis’ journey back to wholeness and finding her forever home runs parallel to the story of two men discovering one another at just that perfect moment—a moment that defies logic, propriety, and sometimes, common sense.

Beau And The Beast Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Nowhere is this adage more true than in this hauntingly romantic, contemporary M/M take on the classic “Beauty and the Beast.”

Out On The Net Ray Tolliver has cold feet and they don’t get much colder than realizing, twenty minutes before he’s about to marry a woman, that he’s gay. Get a front row seat to Ray’s dramatic, heartrending, and often hilarious journey toward self-acceptance and love.

Class Distinctions Kyle and Jonathan were perfect for each other, the two halves that, once together, made a whole. And then one snowy night just before Parents’ Weekend on the campus of Hamilton University, Kyle drops a bomb: he’s breaking up with Jonathan. Follow the couple through the stormy (in more ways than one) winter night that ensues and discover if love can triumph over differences.

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Saturday, February 2, 2013

New and Notable: Win a FREE Copy of ZEPHYR by Jesse S. Greever

UPDATE: Congratulations to commenter #5, Rush, who is the winner of the free eBook  Mr. Greever will be in touch via e-mail to see that you get your prize. CONGRATS!

Jesse S. Greever's new novella, "Zephyr" looks very intriguing. Check out the blurb below to see what I'm talkin' about.

And today, you can win a free copy of "Zephyr" for yourself. Simply leave a comment below with your e-mail, so Jesse can contact the winner (who can select the e-book format of his or her choice). That's it! Bonus points if you Tweet or Facebook the contest!

Winner will be announced on Thursday, February 7.

And now...find out a little bit more about "Zephyr"....

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Zephyr Hopkins is a liar.

A good one.

He lies with incredible ease to those whom he loves the most, and even more so to himself. As his convoluted web of deceit threatens to unravel, he is faced with one of the most difficult situations a husband and father would ever have to face; a situation that will force his hand and push him to a crossroads that will affect everyone he cares about.


Equal parts Greek tragedy and fable, The Perdition of Zephyr Hopkins will have you on the edge of your seat as you witness the spectacular implosion of his carefully crafted house of cards. Faced with a choice between redemption or condemnation, a single step will seal his fate.

EXCERPT

PERDITION, DAY 1

10:43 AM

“Zeph, can I see you in my office, please?”

Zephyr peered across the sea of cubicles and saw Collin Nordstrom motioning in that hey-buddy-but-I’m-not-really-your-buddy method he had become so efficient at oozing. The general rule that a company’s best salesman usually makes the company’s worst sales manager was not wasted at Xoreon, manufacturer of the highest quality digital x-ray machines. Collin had managed to win Salesperson of the Year eight of the last nine years, and lost in 2008 for no other reason than four months of scattered absences while his wife battled breast cancer like some fierce hospital-smock-wearing warrior princess. Everyone had been happy to chip in and cover Collin’s territory, less because they liked Collin, but more because they adored his wife Carla.

When the position of National Sales Director became available, it was a foregone conclusion that Collin would be offered the position, and he would subsequently decline. Much to the amazement of the entire sales team, despite Collin’s protests that he would never join the management team, he snatched up the offer with lightning speed and assumed his new role in his new digs. He traded his humdrum cubicle for a real office with a real door that actually closed. He installed mini-blinds on the floor-to-ceiling windows on the interior wall of his office, and frequently kept them closed. Zephyr stood up and acknowledged Collin with a nod. A fastidious note-taker, he grabbed his pen and legal pad. He slid his uncomfortable black office chair—carefully crafted in some impoverished Asian nation from particle board, low density foam, and scratchy tweed-like fabric—under his desk and strode deliberately toward Collin’s office.

Annual performance review time. Everyone knew it, and everyone expected to be called into Collin’s office for his inaugural round of reviews. For the most part, Collin and Zephyr had always been on cordial terms; however, since his promotion, tensions bubbled to the surface when Collin criticized Zephyr’s peculiar brand of fussiness over the minutest details. “Lighten up,” he’d say, forcing Zephyr to stifle an untoward retort.

Zephyr stepped over the threshold, and Collin motioned for him to take a seat. The strangely suggestive, curvaceous edge of the desk had an unnerving effect on Zephyr, forcing him to struggle to discover a position that would allow him to sit and write in relative comfort. After a few rounds of pushing and scooting and sliding and nudging, Zephyr found the sweet spot and readied himself for a slew of useless tips for improvement in the coming year.

Collin flashed a wan smile. “Zeph, would you mind closing the door?”

Irritated that he would have to repeat the comfort-seeking ritual again, he sighed sharply. He arose and pushed the door shut with no particular urgency. He returned to his seat and fidgeted until he could sit and write while sacrificing neither comfort nor efficiency.

“Zeph, I don’t think you’ll need to take notes during this meeting. It’s going to be pretty brief.”

Well, now that’s merciful. Maybe he’s finally realized if he just leaves me alone to do my job instead of offering his occasional vapid sales-motivation platitudes, next year will be even better than this year.

Zephyr sat back in his chair, distressed by the absence of activity for his hands. Deciding that folding them in his lap was the most reasonable placement, he interlocked his fingers loosely, locked eyes with Collin, and expended minimal effort to feign a warm smile.

Collin looked away and fixed his eyes on a blank spot on the wall. “I don’t really know how to tell you this. So, I’ll just come out and say it. I’m afraid your position here is no longer available.”

Silence.

Within the deepest recesses of Zephyr’s mind, his internal time-keeper short-circuited. Milliseconds dragged on for hours, minutes for seconds, then seconds for years. An impossible feeling of slippage commandeered his senses as the room spun in sporadic, random jerks and tilts. He watched as Collin appeared to be praying, eyes closed tight enough to crinkle the crow’s feet that framed his eyes. However, when he watched Collin slowly lift his eyelids, he realized that everything was moving in extreme slow-motion, and he was merely catching the tail end of a blink.

After hours—or seconds or years, who knew?—time seemed to right itself and Zephyr’s jaw unlocked. Little better than a whisper, he managed to blurt out a few words. “What? I don’t—I mean—what?!”

“Well, as I’m sure you are aware, your performance has suffered a bit since you made the decision to take occasional leave to attend to your mother. I was very clear that I expected you to perform up to expectations in spite of those interruptions.”

Confusion twisted Zephyr’s features. “I’m not sure what you mean. I met my quota for the year. How is that not performing up to expectations?”

“While it is true that you met your quota, you were the only team member that didn’t exceed it by more than twenty percent. Obviously the market is booming, and simply performing to the minimum acceptable level is, as of right now, unacceptable.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” His voice picked up a few decibels along the way and beads of sweat formed along Zephyr’s crooked hairline. “How can performing at an acceptable level be unacceptable? Isn’t that, by definition, acceptable?” Zephyr looked from side to side, half-expecting to see all of his co-workers hiding in the office, ready to burst out laughing at what he could only assume was a vicious, mean-spirited prank. “What’s going on here?”

“I’m sorry, but what’s done is done. You will be expected to have your desk cleaned out by the end of the day, although under the circumstances, I’d say sooner is better. Oh, and please turn in your corporate credit card to accounting. Jackie in HR will also have some paperwork for you.”

Zephyr shook his head, ramping up the velocity from purposeful movement to wild, chaotic oscillations. He broke free from the dizzying motion and snapped his head up. “Now wait a minute. You remember when Carla had cancer and you took all that time off? We all pitched in to help you. Don’t you remember that I won you the big account in The Research Triangle? How could you even think of doing this to me?”

“I recognize all that everyone did for me during that incredibly difficult time, but those were very unique circumstances. Caring for elderly parents is not something that qualifies, at least in my book, as a reason to take so much time off work.”

A special blend of hatred, vexation, and an overload of caffeine erupted into physical action. Zephyr charged across the desk, grabbed Collin’s tie, and yanked it forward. Immediately realizing he had made the treacherous march across the Rubicon, Zephyr resolved not to make this desperate situation a waste of time. “Now you listen here, you mealy-mouthed, sorry excuse for a human being. If we hadn’t helped you out during that time, you wouldn’t even be in the position to fire me. You better count your lucky stars that, one, I’m not a violent person, and two, I’m not vindictive, or right after I’d smashed your face into this desk I would pick up the phone and let Carla know about your ‘special friend’ in Detroit.”

Satisfied that he had not only sealed his fate in an air-tight tomb, but had also scared the living daylights out of his now former boss, he scrutinized Collin’s face for any hint of dread. The corners of Collin’s mouth rose with unhurried intention, waltzing towards his cheekbones. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to somehow leverage that knowledge against me. Well, as it happens, I’ve got some bad news for you. I told Carla about Dayna over a year ago and we’re working through it. So, as I see it, you don’t have any cards left to play now, do you?”

Blood and rage surged through Zephyr’s veins and set his cheeks on fire. His fingernails dug into the palms of his hands, punching through the surface layers of skins and drawing tiny crescents of blood on the otherwise pale canvas. He stood statue-still for a few seconds, contemplating screaming, punching, kicking, and crying, but decided against all of the above. He straightened his back, unclenched his fists, composed himself, and opened the door to make a semi-graceful egress.

Collin spoke up, assuming his hold-on-to-your-hat-because-I’m-about-to-teach-you-something-really¬-important timber. “Oh, Zeph. Seriously, it’s nothing personal, man. It’s just business.”

Everyone in the general office area took notice as Zephyr slammed the door behind him with force enough to rattle the windows of Collin’s office.
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