Friday, September 19, 2014

Welcome Chris T. Kat - Tidal Change

The recent popularity of mermen
Michelle, thank you very much for the opportunity to be a guest on your blog—again. What can I say? I like to be here. :)
Dreamspinner Press published my new release, Tidal Change, on September 17th. Tidal Change is a shape-shifter story but it also has fantasy/fairy tale elements because the main character, Marty, is a merman.
Call me naïve, but when I wrote Tidal Change, I thought mermen story weren't very popular. Even when I submitted my novella, I still didn't realize that mermen seem to be a rather popular topic at the moment. Dreamspinner Press accepted my manuscript in a little bit over three weeks, which surprised me (and made me stupidly happy) , even then, I didn't catch on that the topic must be cool.
A few months ago, I suddenly saw mermen books pop up everywhere. I haven't read any of those—yet. I'm curious about them, but I wanted to wait till my edits were done, so I wouldn't be influenced by the takes of other authors on merfolk myths. What is it that fascinates people so much? Is it the mythical component? Or the beautiful images of mermaids and mermen? Or is it the attraction to the ocean?
For me it's all of the above, plus water has always been my element, and since childhood I dreamed about writing a story that included merfolk. What's the attraction for you? 

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Something draws history teacher Rick Grady across the school hall to German teacher Marty Lindson. Maybe it’s their shared love of the ocean. Maybe it’s just that Marty is so hot, but maybe it’s something more—something mysterious. All Rick knows is that every time he gets close, Marty pulls away. After another cancelled date, Rick goes to Marty’s apartment to demand an explanation. And what Rick discovers blows his mind.
The ocean calls to Marty because he’s a merman. He’s been afraid to get close to Rick, not just to keep his world a secret, but because Rick is his mate. And to claim his mate would change everything about Marty. No matter how much he loves Rick, he doesn’t know if he’s ready to alter his entire life.

They explored the aquarium, petting the rough skin of the sharks and watching the displays of multicolored fishes. Once in a while, Rick gave Marty an uneasy glance. Was that a light humming sound emanating from him? Or maybe he was suffering from some sort of hallucinations? Hell, at one point he could have sworn Marty’s arm vibrated. But when he stared at him, Marty simply smiled and pulled him toward another exhibit, and the moment passed.
As they stood in front of the clownfish exhibit, Rick observed, “Flashy little things.”
Marty nodded but he didn’t comment on Rick’s remark. Surprised, Rick turned to his usually chatty companion and frowned. Marty’s gaze was fixed on the orange bodies striped with white as they flashed through the water, sometimes seeking shelter behind an anemone.
He nudged Marty. “Hey, what’s the wistful look for?”
Marty flinched and then tried to hide his reaction. Before Rick could address it, Marty said, “They’re pretty, aren’t they?”
“Yes, and interesting too. Did you know that all clownfish are born as males and that they’re able to change their gender to female?” Rick had been fascinated by the information he’d read on these unusual fish.
“Ah, yes, fascinating. How about getting something to eat? I’m starving.”
Rick’s stomach rumbled. He linked arms with Marty. “That’s fine. I need to sit down anyway.”
“Just no seafood,” Marty said as they made their way to the restaurant.
Rick shook his head. “Not even a bite of crab?”
Marty grimaced and pretended to retch. “Stop teasing me about it!”
“I’m not teasing you. I want to help you expand your culinary horizon.”
Marty shot him a smile. “I really appreciate your kindness, but my culinary horizon can’t take an expansion. It’s very narrow-minded and wants to stay that way.”
They had to wait to get past a crowd of people and Rick seized the moment to whisper, “How about expanding another horizon instead?”
Heat rose in Marty’s cheeks and his eyes gleamed silvery. All the sound around them receded into the background, and Rick became aware of the same odd humming he’d noted earlier. Rick bent his head, intent on kissing Marty, but Marty broke the moment with a jerk of his head.
“The restaurant is calling my name… and now there’s actually room for us to get there,” he said in a hoarse voice.
Rick sighed. He still allowed Marty to lead him through the aisles, even though his engorged cock pressed against his jeans, demanding attention. Why did Marty play hot and cold all the time? It always went like this, always. He hated that.

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.


Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Wednesday Briefs - To Touch the Sky #8

Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)

Prompts for this week:

“It’s already been a long day, and you want to…"

or "Could you possibly be jealous?"

or "The lights are on, but nobody’s home."

or "I always need more shoes."

or "Who does that?"

or "It’s all red and swollen."

or "It's the second best thing you can do by yourself."

or "Get a move on."

or "If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"

or use: wallpaper, fish, wood

or use: stove, ladder, leaves

or use: pumpkin, wax, duck

or use: fax, lunch box, nail

or have tree fall in your story

or have a character dunking oreos in milk

or “I am no man’s bosom”

or “Color me confused”

or “You can’t win if you don’t play the game”

or use stop, drop, and roll

or “Halt or I’ll shoot!”

or “Taste what rainbow?”

Chapter Eight
He ignored his totem as Larry drove them to his home. He’d promised to help Larry’s oldest with the new bow. After that, he wanted nothing more than to be alone. He drove Larry home and spent the day with him and his family. He’d enjoyed it, but seeing how Larry and his wife interacted bothered him. The little touches, the familiarity, the closeness—it was maddening. Funny, it never had before. But now, it was like an irritating itch he couldn’t reach, and his temper was on a short lease. Again, that just wasn’t who he was.
Damn mate business.
Could you possibly be jealous?
That brought him to a standstill. Was he? He stood there and tried to analyze his… Great Spirit help him, he was going to try to explore his feelings.
The world didn’t end, now did it?
“Shut up,” he muttered. He wasn’t going there with his totem. He’d lose, he knew that. Plus, the damn spirit was right. He was jealous. He wanted what Larry had, and he couldn’t believe he just admitted that.
That, ladies and gentlemen, was an example of personal growth.
“Again, shut up.” He imagined flipping his totem the bird.
Really? You flipped a bird the bird. Nice.
“No comment.” Hawk rubbed a hand over his face.
Personal growth can be hard on a body, especially if said body isn’t used to it. Let’s soar, Chetan. You need to connect with nature.
“You’re right.” Hawk walked to the bedroom.
He needed to shed his human skin and all the worries. After opening the French doors in his bedroom, he stripped quickly. Chanting, he relaxed as the change took him. He shook out his feathers and stretched his neck. Oh, oh yes, that felt good. He crouched and flapped his wings, getting the air to move over and under them. With a thrust, he leaped, taking to the air. Up, up, up, the wind lifted him higher. Soaring, he scanned the area, looking for threats.
What he wouldn’t give to have his mate beside him, the both of them enjoying the warm air currents, hunting together. He’d teach Simon to hunt, how to swoop down through the skies and catch prey. He’d bet it wouldn’t take Simon long to learn how to use his talons and beak. But he’d still provide his mate with a juicy rabbit. They’d feed, then find a nice tree to hang out on and survey their territory.
Red-tailed hawks mated for life.
He stayed on his land, checking things out. Several mammals fled as he flew over. He wasn’t hungry, so they were safe, but it was still good to see the wildlife flourishing. Turning, he soared north, toward the pond on his property. There he saw the ducks and geese. He landed on a branch and watched them.
Granted, they weren’t happy he was there, but he wasn’t interested in them as prey. At least, not right now. It was nice to see them, though. The geese were hanging around, and the ducks were too. Nesting pairs led to babies. Babies were young and tender. The pond was healthy too, the fish abundant. Healthy pond equaled healthy ecosystem.
Satisfied with what he saw, he took to the air again, heading toward town. Being a hawk, people didn’t pay much attention to him, unless they were bird watchers. Now, if an eagle showed up, that would probably catch attention. He landed on a telephone pole. There was a gas station nearby with plenty of undeveloped wooded land.
Human and shifter scents drifted to him. He saw several shifters he knew and even more humans. A mockingbird flew past, squawking at him. Yeah, yeah, yeah, damn thing ought to be glad he wasn’t hungry. Normally, they didn’t attack him when he was around as they did with most raptors. Maybe the human scent mixed in with his hawk scent threw them off. Whatever it was, he didn’t have to deal with them dive-bombing him. A predator could only take so much temptation.
The honk of a horn caught his attention. A huge, black SUV damn near hit another driver in its rush to leave. Just as he was ready to leave also, a scent caught his attention. There was something on the air, a scent he couldn’t place. It was a shifter, but something was off. The smell of wrongness penetrated the air, but mixed in with that was a scent that teased his senses. One that he knew he should be familiar with, but he just couldn’t place it.
A feeling of unease coursed through him. His heart rate increased. He slapped his wings against his body and hissed. A loud Kee-eeeee-ar cut through the air. He couldn’t help himself. That scent was just… wrong.
Was whomever he smelled outside of the gas station or inside? He couldn’t tell. He watched the people come and go, but couldn’t pin down that scent to one person. So, he must have missed the shifter. Maybe it was someone passing through. They weren’t far off the Interstate. He wished he knew who that was he smelled.
The puzzle fled his mind when he took to the air once more.

Hours later he arrived home. After shifting, he took a shower. Puttering around in the kitchen, he made a quick call to the bar to check in. Being reassured that all was well, he decided not to go to the bar tonight. They probably couldn’t bankrupt him in a single evening.



Monday, September 15, 2014

Pride Promotions Presents Love and Punishment by Susan Mac Nicol and a Giveaway

Book Name: Love & Punishment

Author Name: Susan Mac Nicol

Author Bio:
Susan Mac Nicol was born in Leeds, Yorkshire, in the United Kingdom. At the age of eight, her family moved to Johannesburg, South Africa where she stayed for nearly thirty years before arriving back in the UK in December 2000. Currently, She lives in the rural village of Bocking, in Essex, with her family.

Sue is a PAN (Published Author’s Network) member of Romance Writers of America and a member of the Romantic Novelists Association in the UK. Also, she is a member of a rather unique writing group, called the Talliston Writer’s Circle, which in itself has a story all of its own to tell. She has written nine novels, two novellas and a screenplay since February 2012 and clearly believes in keeping herself busy. She has found herself wanting to stay in the sub-genre that is M/M Romance so more can definitely be expected.

Her plan is to keep writing as long as her muse sits upon her shoulder. Her dream is to make enough money to give up the day job and get that big old house in the English countryside overlooking a river, where she can write all day and continue to indulge her passion for telling stories.

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Cover Artist: Boroughs Publishing Group

Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group

Blurb(s): On the search for a serial killer, Detective Anthony Parglietto and Flynn Parker learn that every man must make a choice: to kill, to live, to love.

Someone is leaving a trail of bodies throughout London, and Detective Anthony Parglietto is determined to end the violence. Then he’ll return to the man he loves.

Tough, street-savvy, and used to dealing with lowlifes, Flynn Parker is the last person Anthony thinks he has to protect. Then the Bow-Tie Killer strikes close to home and the world turns upside down. Right is wrong, black is white, and a policeman might become a monster. But in the name of love, justice must be served. In the name of love, pain can be endured. In the name of love, a man can taste the very essence that defines him.

Anthony walked down the hall. He reached the bedroom and gently pushed the door open. He saw Flynn framed in the light of the lamp shining from the lounge. He lay, apparently asleep, on the leather and wood divan Anthony had brought over from Italy. Its dark burgundy colour contrasted with what Flynn wore, which was nothing but a black thong lying stark against his pale skin. The divan was under the window. The bed covers were rumpled, as if Flynn had been sleeping. His robe was draped across the foot of the bed. Anthony moved towards the gleaming body of his supine lover.
Flynn’s face was turned away towards the back of the sofa. His dark hair was tousled and his arms stretched above his head to the right. He wore a blindfold. Anthony felt a stir in his groin seeing those lean, hairy legs stretched out wantonly, inviting him to run his hands up and over his groin. Even appearing asleep, Flynn had the power to excite him, to make Anthony hard and ready. He stepped towards him, watching the rise and fall of Flynn’s chest with their already hardened nubs. Anthony wanted to run his tongue over that chest, with its smattering of fine hair, to take Flynn’s nipples in his mouth and suck them until Flynn groaned in pleasure. As he got closer in the dim light he saw the hands with their bonds of silk. Green bonds lay dark against Flynn’s wrists, fastened to the wooden struts of the upright chair arm. His hands were tight fists. Anthony chuckled softly, a noise that sounded loud in the stillness of the room.
“Been waiting long?’ he whispered as he took off his jacket. ‘I tried to get home as soon as I could.”
Anthony knew the bonds would be loose so Flynn could break free if needed but he also knew he wouldn’t. It was the way the game was played.

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Love and Punishment

5 stars

Manic Monday Review

Now that’s how you get the reader’s attention, lol. Right off the bat the author throws you into the action.
Flynn, a reporter, makes a very unwise statement to the press. He tells the serial killer, named the Bow Tie Killer (BTK), he wants to tell his story. Well, get certainly gets the killer’s attention. BTK abducts Flynn. The killer doesn’t physically hurt Flynn, but he scares the crap out of him, that’s for sure. Seriously, that part will make you hair stand on end. Well, after having a little talk with Flynn, the killer lets Flynn go. Then the scary stuff starts: BTK starts sending messages to Flynn about himself and tells Flynn he can’t tell his lover.
Want to guess who the lover is, lol?
Detective Anthony Parglietto is in charge of the case. And yup, you got it! He’s Flynn’s lover. Once BTK abducts Flynn, Anthony is a man possessed. He’s determined to bring the killer justice. Problem is, Anthony’s idea of justice doesn’t necessarily fit with the law… and his fellow cops.

This is one of the best books I’ve read in a while. The pacing is excellent. It’s suspenseful and keeps you turning the pages wanting to know more. While the story revolves around a killer and finding him, the relationship between Flynn and Anthony is just as important. It plays an important part in the story. So, we get an excellent murder mystery and a love story. It’s worth the money. J