Monday, April 2, 2018

Case of the Missing Drag Queen by Michael Rupured

Hey y'all! Please welcome Michael Rupured to the blog. :) He's here to talk about an up-coming release from DSPP. Check it out!

Release date: June 19, 2018; novel

Drag Shows and the Case of the Missing Drag Queen

Thank you, Michelle, for the opportunity to tell your fans about my upcoming release. It’s not a romance. My attempts at writing love stories readers will enjoy have failed miserably. Instead, it’s a lighthearted mystery chocked full of interesting and memorable characters.

Friendless Luke lands a job tending bar in the Garden—a three-story venue with rooms designed to appeal to different segments of the LGBT community. Luke works in the Gilded Lily where drag queens perform every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night. The cast includes the dark and lovely Simone, the queen of the cathouse Kitty Galore, the trailer park fairy Pixie Wilder, the pride of the Bluegrass Miss Ruby Dubonnet, and guest performers from near and far.

No other form of entertainment compares to a good drag show. Hell, even bad drag has entertainment value. There’s so much to it: hair, makeup, clothes, shoes, song choice, lip-syncing, engaging the audience and sucking them into the illusion. Perfecting the total package takes time.

No two queens are alike. As with strippers in a titty bar, performers want to stand out from the other queens. Styles run the gamut from raunchy to refined with everything in between and then some. RuPaul’s Drag Race is a fun show with top-notch performers. Still, behind-the-scenes drama aside, nothing compares to a live show.

Building a story around drag shows was a lot of fun. Writing dialogue for such colorful personalities was a blast, and finding songs for the queens to perform brought back a lot of memories. I hope reading the story will be as fun as writing it was.

Broke, saddled with a mountain of debt, and dependent on his Aunt Callie's support, aspiring writer Luke Tanner has returned to Kentucky to put his life back together after a failed five-year relationship.

On his twenty-fifth birthday, Luke meets diminutive Pixie Wilder, a long-time performer at the Gilded Lily. After headliner Ruby Dubonnet doesn’t show up, Pixie takes her place as the star of the show—a motive that makes her a suspect in Ruby’s disappearance.

Luke reluctantly agrees to help his new-found friend clear her name. He and Pixie set out to find the missing drag queen, and in the process, put themselves in danger.

Cover Artist:
Alexandria Corza

Buy Links (Now available for preorder)

Barnes & Noble

DSP Publications


Author Bio
Michael Rupured writes stories true enough for government work about gay life from the 1960s to today. This life-long Southerner was born in Fayetteville NC, grew up in Lexington KY, and after 18 months in Washington DC, moved to Athens GA where he’s lived since 1999. By day, he’s senior faculty in the College of Family and Consumer Sciences at the University of Georgia. He’s an avid fan of the Georgia Bulldogs, the Kentucky Wildcats, and any team playing the Florida Gators. In his free time, Michael tinkers with his garden, plays with Toodles (his diabetic chihuahua), and keeps up with his many friends around the country. Previous novels include Until Thanksgiving (thriller), No Good Deed (mystery/thriller), Whippersnapper (regional), and Happy Independence Day (historical).

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Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Fangs and Fur is live at Amazon/KU

Book #2 in the Heart of a Jaguar series. 
(Book #1 is Paws and Claws) 


What lengths will a corrupt Alpha go to get what he wants?

Beaten, broken, and left in agony by his Alpha, jaguar shifter Delta Bert Morris is nothing but a pawn Alpha Hogan uses to blackmail Bert’s mate. Helpless and terrified, Bert doesn’t see a way out of the situation Hogan has created. He fears his mate will give into Hogan’s demands.

What will a delta sacrifice for his mate?

After seeing the video of Bert’s torture, Delta Alvin Hall is desperate to save him. Following Hogan’s commands, he tries to kidnap his Alpha’s mate, forfeiting his honor in the process. He fails spectacularly. But instead of killing him outright for his betrayal, his Alpha involves the Shifter Council to help rescue Bert.

What will the cost be?

Things go horribly wrong, and the price Bert pays is horrifying. Losing control of his jaguar, Bert shifts and takes off. When animal instinct suppresses the human spirit, the shifter often loses himself.

A jamboree destroyed by an Alphas greed, a shifter lost in his animal, and another shifter who sacrificed everything. Can Alvin and Bert find their way back to one another? And if they can, what kind of future could they possibly have together?

*Trigger Warning: Contains some scenes of violent content

Chapter One

Pain exploded along the side of Bert’s face. He dropped to his knees, curling into a ball in a useless attempt to protect his head.
Dun, one of Alpha Hogan’s betas, paced around him, laughing softly. The sound chilled him. Even though shifters ran hot, lately all Bert felt was a seeping coldness. Being stripped of his shirt didn’t help—not that it was much more than a rag. He fought not to whimper, but the agony from the relentless beatings were taking a toll on his body. He desperately needed to shift to heal his wounds, but he couldn’t because Alpha Hogan had commanded him not to, the ruthless son of a bitch.
Alpha Hogan’s voice splashed against Bert like sewage, hot and nasty, and he recoiled. More pain flared through his body from the movement. He sucked in a breath and promptly started coughing. Bert tried to open his eyes, but one was already swollen shut. Hastily he swiped at the blood dripping into the other and focused on his Alpha. Goddess, how he hated that man and his betas.
“I always knew you were weak, but this is beyond ridiculous.” Hogan leaned back in the rickety wooden chair, a curl of smoke rising above his head. He puffed on the stogie once more and blew the filthy-smelling smoke in Bert’s direction.
Gagging, Bert braced a hand on the floor and tried to force himself into a sitting position. Dun calmly strode in front of him and stomped on his hand. Something cracked. Bert yelled, collapsing once again, cradling his hand. Scared to see the damage but unable not to look, he glanced at it. Oh fuck. One finger was bent awkwardly, and he moaned. His hands were how he made a living. If he couldn’t work, then what?
Dun snickered.
Slowly Bert pushed himself up again. Damned if he’d lay curled up at his Alpha’s feet, whimpering. “Alpha—”
“Shut up!” Dun viciously kicked him in the ribs with his steel-toe boot.
Bert howled, wrapping his arms around his body. Black spots danced before his one working eye as a rib broke. Panting from the hot, stabbing torment, he lifted his head and glared at his Alpha. That earned him a kick to the back from the other beta, Wheaton.
Bert fell to the ground, his body screaming. He seriously began to wonder if they planned on killing him. There was only so much even he could take, especially as he was a delta and two betas were beating him. Being unable to shift didn’t help. Bert spit blood on the shack’s dirt floor.
“It’s really too bad your mate is being so stubborn.” Alpha Hogan sighed. “Makes you wonder just how much he cares about you, doesn’t it?”
The slimy bastard. Alvin’s care, or lack thereof, had nothing to do with it.
Bert glanced at his Alpha. The maniacal gleam in Hogan’s eyes terrified him down to his toes. Alpha Hogan was insane, greedy, and frantic for money to save his failing jamboree.
“Please, please allow me to shift,” Bert begged from the floor, tossing his pride out the window. He was having trouble breathing. What if that broken rib had punctured a lung?
“Unfortunately we’re not quite finished.” Alpha Hogan stood, then nodded at the two betas. “As I said, Alvin is still resisting me. I informed him of what I required—nicely, I might add—but maybe this will help him understand how serious I am.”
Wheaton grabbed Bert. Hogan’s words terrified him, and Bert fought, not that it did any good. Wheaton slammed him into the chair Alpha Hogan just vacated and held him down. Out of the corner of his good eye, Bert saw Dun walk to a corner of the shack and pick up a coil of rope.
The sadistic smile on Dun’s face damn near stopped Bert’s heart. He struggled in Wheaton’s hold, but the pain and being half-starved had weakened him. Even though he knew it would do no good, he debated shouting for help. No one dared to disturb Alpha Hogan and his betas when they were in this horrible little hovel. They all knew what went on in here.
“No!” Bert screamed, fighting harder against Wheaton. “I told you everything.” He hadn’t wanted to, but they literally beat the information out of him.
“Indeed you have.” Alpha Hogan glanced over to the scarred table set off to the side. “That thing still recording?”
“Yes, Alpha,” Dun answered as he approached Bert. “We have video of this.”
“What?” Horrified, Bert followed Alpha Hogan’s gaze. There on the table was an old tablet that had been propped up. They taped my beating?
“Should make for interesting viewing, don’t you think, Bert? Maybe this will convince Alvin,” Alpha Hogan said.
Panic flooded Bert at the implication. “Oh goddess, no! You can’t mean to show Alvin that video! You bastard! Do you know what that’ll do to him?”
“Get his attention, I’m hoping. I’m sure Delta Alvin will appreciate the seriousness of the situation after viewing it.” Alpha Hogan laughed with Dun, ignoring Bert’s agonized look. “But….” Alpha Hogan glanced at Bert and flashed a tight-lipped smiled. “Just in case he doesn’t fully grasp it, we’re going to give your mate all the—shall we say—motivation he needs.”
Heart pounding in terror, Bert fought viciously, but his body had nothing left to give. Wheaton jerked his arms behind him, and Bert’s head spun from the pain. Dun wound the rope around his chest and through the open back of the chair until he was securely tied.
“Make sure he screams. Loudly too.” Indifferent, Alpha Hogan studied Bert. “Delta Alvin needs to understand exactly who he’s dealing with.”
The first kick from Dun’s steel-toe boot to his right knee robbed Bert of breath. Agony exploded, and he couldn’t think for the torment bleeding through his veins. The pain was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Jabbing sharp knives into it would’ve felt better.
His body shuddered. Even though his hands were tied behind his back, they strained to reach forward to protect his knee. The roughness of the rope bit into the tender skin on his wrists as he thrashed. Gods, they’d tied his hands so tight that they were already going numb.
Finally his lungs unlocked, and he fought not to scream. He wouldn’t give the bastards the pleasure. He damn sure wouldn’t contribute to the horror Alvin would go through when he saw the video of Bert being beaten.
“I’m not hearing anything, boys,” Alpha Hogan drawled.
Wheaton punched Bert in the side of the head, and Bert’s head jerked from the impact, his vision blurring. Dun kicked Bert again—to the same kneecap. Tears ran down Bert’s face, but he growled instead of crying out, still refusing to scream for Alpha Hogan. Fuck if he’d give that insane bastard what he wanted.
But by the tenth kick, his kneecap shattered.
Bert started screaming.

Friday, March 2, 2018

Finicky Friday

Healthy Stuffed Chicken Breasts


1  chicken breast

1 oz mozzarella cheese low fat, 28 g

1  artichoke heart from a can

1 tsp sun-dried tomatoes chopped

5 large basil leaves

1 clove garlic

1/4 tsp curry powder

1/4 tsp paprika

1 pinch pepper to taste

Servings: 1
Carbs Per Serving: 6g
Prep Time: 5 minutes


Brine the chicken breast in salt water 

Preheat the oven to 365 F (185 C)

Cut the chicken breast almost halfway through with a sharp knife

Chop up the mozzarella, artichoke, basil, tomato and garlic. Mix to combine and stuff it into the cut chicken breast

Use a few toothpicks to close the chicken breast around the stuffing

Place the chicken breast on a baking sheet or on aluminum foil, and season it with pepper, curry powder, and paprika.

Bake for 21 minutes (depending on the size of the chicken breast)

Remember to remove the toothpicks before serving, and you're done!

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Book being translated

Latest Translation Releases - no release date as yet

French Galley for Pure (this isn't the translated cover lol. I haven't seen that yet.)

The Gods: Book Three
Sequel to Perfect

Zygi Wyatt is an intimidating dom, but he yearns for love just like the next man. However, finding a partner who isn’t scared of his size is no easy task. The easygoing Mo seems like the answer to his prayers.

Love is the stuff of dreams. Ask the god Morpheus—he knows all about it. Mo wants Zygi in a forever kind of way, but he has to be sure of Zygi’s love before he claims him for his mate and reveals his true self.

Unfortunately, Zeus is growing increasingly unhappy with Morpheus, and Ares is determined to throw a monkey wrench into everything. Zygi and Mo will have to brave the wrath of the gods to make their dreams come true.

Italian Galley for Behind the Eight Ball (this isn't the translated cover lol. I haven't seen that yet.)

Fur, Fangs, and Felines: Book Two 

A cool morning, a yard full of birds, and a kitty on a mission. What more could a werecat want? Beta Heller Wirth has it all, except a mate—a shifter mate, that is. The last thing he wants is one of those dangerous humans who kill without remorse. Heller knows about that firsthand. So what does the goddess Bast do? She gives Heller exactly what he does not want—a human: business owner Lawson Dupre.

Lawson hasn’t a clue what just happened in his car detail shop. One minute a cute client is about to pass out, and then he perks up and starts flirting. Next thing, he runs out the door like the hounds of hell are after him. Learning that Heller is a werecat doesn’t freak out Lawson. He happens to be one of those rare humans who knows paranormals exists. He even lives with one. 

Watch the fur fly as Heller and Lawson battle hurt feelings, misguided beliefs, and a power shift in Heller’s clowder.