The deal with all those
books I’ve read this week
Sunday 31 August 2014
Saturday 30 August 2014
Beneath The Stain Blog Tour
Beneath The Stain
by Amy Lane
Blurb:
In a town as small as Tyson, CA, everybody knew the four brothers with the four different fathers-- and their penchant for making good music when they weren't getting into trouble. For Mackey Sanders, playing in Outbreak Monkey with his brothers and their friends—especially Grant Adams--made Tyson bearable. But Grant has plans for getting Mackey and the Sanders boys out of Tyson, even if that means staying behind.
Between the heartbreak of leaving Grant and the terrifying, glamorous life of rock stardom, Mackey is adrift and sinking fast. When he's hit rock bottom, Trav Ford shows up, courtesy of their record company and a producer who wants to see what Mackey can do if he doesn't flame out first. But cleaning up his act means coming clean about Grant, and that's not easy to do or say. Mackey might make it with Trav's help--but Trav's not sure he's going to survive falling in love with Mackey.
Mackey James Sanders comes with a whole lot of messy, painful baggage, and law-and-order Trav doesn't do messy or painful. And just when Trav thinks they may have mastered every demon in Mackey's past, the biggest, baddest demon of all comes knocking.
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Excerpt
You Can’t Always Get What
You Want
... from the Mighty Hunter Gazette— April
20
And special news, our very own
homegrown band, Outbreak Monkey, will be performing a six- song set between D.J. Boomer’s dance
music at the Graham Winters High School prom. The band, headed by McKay
“Mackey” Sanders on lead vocals, Jeff Sanders on bass and their brother
Kell Sanders on lead guitar, also features Grant Adams on second lead and
Stevie Harris on drum set. All members are Graham Winters High School students
and we are proud to have them play!
THE FIRST time
McKay Sanders kissed his brother’s best friend, Grant, they were getting
high in a burned-out car in the field behind Mackey’s apartment
building. Kellogg, who looked old enough to buy even though he’d just
turned eighteen, had spent ten dollars the brothers didn't have on cheap
Muscat. By the time Grant—whose father had money—brought out the pot, Kellogg,
Jefferson, and Stevie were passed out on the old camp blanket Stevie had
brought from his dad’s garage.
It was a celebration, of
sorts, for landing the prom gig.
The older kids had hogged
all the Muscat, though, and Mackey felt left out. Kellogg kept saying it wasn't right to get his little brother drunk, and Mackey kept saying it wasn't right to drink in front of him, but by the time Kellogg was too drunk to
argue, there wasn't any wine left.
Jefferson and Stevie had
finished off the other bottle all by themselves—just sitting quietly, not
making any waves like they usually did, passing the bottle between them.
“Boy, you two argue a
lot,” Grant said after Kell let out a gut-buster of a yawn and fell asleep
quick as a baby.
Mackey grunted and
prodded at his older brother with his toe. The three brothers present looked
nothing alike. Kell was built like a tank, with rounded shoulders, a brown-eyed
glare, and plain brown hair that he buzz- cut short to his scalp. He was like
born practicality, which was why hoarding the wine rankled Mackey so badly. An
expenditure like that wasn't going to happen again.
“He gets mad,” Mackey
said, letting out a sigh. He slouched back inside the shelter of the car,
peering through the doorframe at the iron gray sky. “He’s the one who
takes care of us, you know? But not in the band.”
It was true.
Kell could play guitar
ably enough, but Mackey....
“You can play
everything,” Grant said with admiration. “You’re the one who puts the
songs together, figures out who should be playing what. And the shit you
write on your own....”
Mackey smiled at him a
little shyly. Grant had the most interesting face, with a long, straight nose,
full pink lips, and almond-shaped hazel eyes. When Grant looked at him with
admiration, it stopped his breath and pulled rubber bands in his stomach.
“I just....” He stopped because Grant was reaching into his pocket, and he
pulled out a baggie full of weed and papers. “Ooh....”
Grant looked down at the
other three, who were sleeping soundly in the late afternoon chill. “I was
gonna share,” he said mischievously, “but Kell was a dick about the wine, so I
thought you and me?” Mackey nodded, captivated by the thrill of the
forbidden—and by the way that cherry-ripe mouth pulled up at the corners when
Grant smiled.
“I've never, uhm....”
Grant shrugged. “Me and
Kell do sometimes. But, you know, Kell’s usually a good guy.”
Mackey reflected on his
sleeping brother. Kell was a good guy. For example, Mackey had a confused memory of their
youngest brother Cheever’s dad, the one dad they thought would stick
around beyond giving the baby a first name. Cheever’s dad hadn't been very
patient, and he’d hated Mackey. Well, Mackey was sort of a smartass. He’d probably had that fist coming. But that hadn't stopped Kell from stepping up and hitting Enos Cheever right back.
Mackey and Kell had both needed stitches after that, but their mom had kicked
Enos Cheever out—child support or no child support. That was okay. Kell and
Jeff had been almost old enough to work by then. They’d only needed
assistance for a couple of months.
“He doesn't like it that
I can boss him around,” Mackey said glumly. “He... he’s the leader, right?
But... but I hear the music, and it just makes sense, you know? And... and
you can’t do it wrong just ’cause it’ll hurt Kell’s feelings. It’s augh!” He was waving his hands
around, trying to find words, which was funny, because Mackey actually wrote songs. He
closed his eyes, ignoring Grant rolling a number, and tried to make a song out
of it.
“He wants to keep me
happy and he wants to keep me fed, he makes sure that I've got
blankets and a place to sleep in a bed, but the music in my heart is like a
freight train. It goes and it goes and when I stop it, it’s like pain, but my
brother doesn't see it doesn't hear it doesn't feel it, and all there is to do is shove him out of the way. Don’t want to hit my brother with the
freight train.”
Mackey’s eyes smarted,
because the friction with Kell hurt. They were tight. They had to be tight, because
Tyson, California, had a population of ten thousand, and it was a small enough
town that the woman with the four sons and four fathers was sort of famous.
They had to have each other’s backs or Cheever wouldn't have survived kindergarten.
Mackey blinked and took a
deep breath, then coughed.
Damn, pot was strong.
He gazed at Grant, who
was staring back in awe over the glowing ember of the joint. Grant held the
smoke for a minute and exhaled,shaking his head. “God, it’s gorgeous when you
do that,” he said, his voice choked.
“Do what?” Mackey asked,
not able to stop staring at him.
“Pull music out of the
air,” Grant said, the dreamy smile on his full lips maybe a side effect of
the pot, but maybe not. Grant was sitting in the back of the car, his feet
at the foot of the blanket the others were sleeping on. He passed Mackey the doobie
around the doorframe, and Mackey regarded the joint with a little bit of fear.
“Just inhale?” he asked
nervously, and Grant grinned.
“Never done this before?”
he confirmed, taking the doobie back.
Mackey shook his head,
knowing his face was flushing in spite of the iron mountain chill.
“Here,” Grant murmured,
taking another hit. He stood up, still holding the smoke in his lungs, and
knelt in front of Mackey, so close their lips almost brushed. Mackey’s
mouth fell open, because, holy God, Grant was right there, and
Mackey had been trying not to look at him like he had wanted him right there since
he was twelve years old.
Grant took his open mouth
for invitation and exhaled, right between Mackey’s parted lips.
Mackey’s inhale was so
gentle, the smoke hardly tickled. He didn't choke or cough like he’d seen other
people do, just breathed in subtle-like, afraid to startle Grant or make
him move in any way. His exhale was even quieter, letting the smoke trickle out
through his lips and his nose, where it stung.
He swallowed, his mouth
dry from the smoke and from the way Grant was staring at him, seemingly as
mesmerized as he was by those golden eyes and moist red mouth. “How’s
Sam?” he asked, because Samantha Peters had been Grant’s shadow for the
past year.
“Not here,” Grant
whispered, and the movement made their lips touch.
Mackey closed his eyes,
because Grant started this, and Mackey was fourteen to his seventeen. Grant
would know what to do.
Grant’s lips on his were
whisper-soft, then angel-soft, then Grant’s tongue swept into
his mouth, acrid with the bitter taste of weed, but something in it was sweet.
Something in it made Mackey open his mouth to beg for more.
Grant took advantage,
pushing him back against the seat, taking his mouth more, and more and more,
until Mackey was pressed against the burned-out seat frame, his hands
buried in the thick top strip of Grant’s hair, his lips being bruised and his
mouth plundered by his brother’s best friend.
The smell of pot smoke
sharpened, turned plastic, and Grant jerked his head back.
“Shit,” he muttered. The
joint had fallen onto the blanket at their feet, and he spent a moment stomping
it out as it smoldered. When he’d killed the ember, he glanced at Mackey
sheepishly.
“Got lost in your eyes,”
he said, and Mackey watched curiously as two red crescents surfaced on his
sharp cheekbones, like disappearing ink coming to life.
“I could get lost in you
a lot,” Mackey confessed, feeling brave and bold, and Grant found
something to look at far away.
“Mackey, maybe don’t
count on me like that, okay?”
Mackey had to search far
away too. Well, of course, right? Two guys get high and they do something
crazy—didn't mean shit, did it.
Didn’t mean a goddamned
thing. “Yeah, well. You know. Strong weed, right?”
“Yeah,” Grant murmured.
“Strong.” His hand was firm on Mackey’s shoulder then, and Mackey closed his
eyes as he felt the rasp of Grant’s chilled palm against his cheek. “Stronger’n
shame.”
Mackey had to. Had to see
his face.
Grant was blinking hard, and
they both knew he’d deny it, but one hit of pot didn't give you eyeballs that
red.
At their feet, Kell gave
a moan and rolled over, and that was the cue for everyone to wake up. They were
headachy and sick, and it was lucky Grant had brought a six-pack of water, of
all things, so they could at least rinse out their mouths after they puked.
Grant had driven them out
to the vacant field in his mom’s minivan, and later that evening, he
stopped and let them run inside the grocery store to buy noodles and spaghetti
sauce for dinner. They’d promised their mom they’d take care of groceries if
she let them get away with not watching Cheever for the afternoon. When they
got to the Sanders boys’ apartment complex, Grant and Kell were giving
each other shit in the front seat. Mackey stared out the window and let their
banter wash over him, just like he ignored Jefferson and Stevie talking in
quiet undertones about comic books and naked girl pictures. Jeff and Kell had
best friends. Mackey had brothers—six of them, if he counted Cheever’s
little friend Kevin, which he did.
“So, is Sam excited you
get to play at the prom?” Kell asked, laughing.
“Yeah,” Grant said. For a
moment, he caught Mackey’s gaze in the rearview, and then he glanced back
toward the road. “She wants to dress pretty and dance with me in a suit.”
Mackey didn't make a
noise or anything, but suddenly he knew, knew like it had been branded on his skin, that Grant didn't want to dance with a girl in a dress. And that it
would hurt worse than orange juice on chapped lips, but Mackey was going to
have to watch him do it.
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#MySexySaturday (7)
It’s
week 57th at My Sexy Saturday, and this week we’re traveling the universe for
si-fi romance and any subgenre. You want to check out more, along with the
rules (still the number 7 game) and who else has joined in, just click here
The
thing is I’ve only ever written on thing that could come somewhat close, and it
was a quick blog story that I haven’t gotten edited, but I’d like to show you
as it seems weird not to use it when it’s right there.
It’s called Ghost of Swamp Creek, and it was really fun to write and something I could probably write some more of, but, well, I’ve got a lot of things I need to write.
He liked the fact that the monster was pleased with him.
Why? Shouldn’t he be screaming about the fact that this was about to happen at all?
Maybe he hit his head. Yeah that—
His thoughts broke off as the monster twisted his tentacles and flipped Harry onto his stomach.
His face strapped slightly, adding a sting. His chest tingled where he rubbed up against the soft rock, ached a little where the chain dug deep into his ribcage, and would have distracted him completely if he could press his cock against the rock as well. Hell, he tried as hard as he could to rub against it, but the monster held him away.
A thick claw scraped down Harry’s back, he arched into the sensation as his closes where cut off his body. It didn’t seem to matter that he was wearing a belt. Everything disappeared around him, from neck to arse crack, and down one leg.
Cool air rushed around him, goose bumps broke across his skin. His cock throb from the session to lost in arousal to feel the temperature drop as anything but an added caress to his already stimulated senses.
It was a lover’s caress, it was a tortuous touch. Pushing him to feel and want so much more than he should have.
His legs were pushed apart, lifted up, so he had to use the only arm that wasn’t held captive as a pillow under his head or risk rock rash.
Why? Shouldn’t he be screaming about the fact that this was about to happen at all?
Maybe he hit his head. Yeah that—
His thoughts broke off as the monster twisted his tentacles and flipped Harry onto his stomach.
His face strapped slightly, adding a sting. His chest tingled where he rubbed up against the soft rock, ached a little where the chain dug deep into his ribcage, and would have distracted him completely if he could press his cock against the rock as well. Hell, he tried as hard as he could to rub against it, but the monster held him away.
A thick claw scraped down Harry’s back, he arched into the sensation as his closes where cut off his body. It didn’t seem to matter that he was wearing a belt. Everything disappeared around him, from neck to arse crack, and down one leg.
Cool air rushed around him, goose bumps broke across his skin. His cock throb from the session to lost in arousal to feel the temperature drop as anything but an added caress to his already stimulated senses.
It was a lover’s caress, it was a tortuous touch. Pushing him to feel and want so much more than he should have.
His legs were pushed apart, lifted up, so he had to use the only arm that wasn’t held captive as a pillow under his head or risk rock rash.
Friday 29 August 2014
Thursday 28 August 2014
Hadn’t the Pleasure #116
The books that have been
collecting dust for so long they have become stained from it
Only a select few in the human world knew of the existence of the
V-Unit, a small group of highly trained Marines - who happened to be vampires.
And it would have stayed that way.
But when events in the vampire world, threatened the stability of the
human world, the powers that be called for the unit's specialized services.
An intrepid war correspondent, Bronson Rudan, who'd seen more than his
fair share of fighting, stumbles across the unit by accident, and is drawn into
their world.
Bronson has no problem with that, given that he gets to spend time with
a hunky Marine Lieutenant, Sarge. Although he won't remember any of this when
they're through.
At least, that was the plan...
The V Unit by Max Vos
First published 21st April
2014 by Max Vos inc
iBook, 204 pages
Paranormal Romance
“Mark, I can’t wait until we’re stretched out next to
that pool, soaking up all that sun as we float around the Caribbean,” the perky
blond said as she pulled on the leash, towing along the grass-sniffing dog. She
looked up, admiring the handsome man walking by her said, the same man who had
the ability to turn her legs to jelly, and her panties moist from need and
desire.
Wednesday 27 August 2014
What a Breakdown Looks Like
I smile as I write the title to this post, mostly
because I don’t actually know what it looks like, I’m too much of a depressant
to be any good at having full-on meltdowns, the type that everyone around you
sees and takes note on because they have no other fucking choice.
No, I slept, it’s something that I touched on in an
early post, or a facebook post, I’m not completely sure I have the energy to
care which one right now.
The thing is, like a good little depressant that I
am, I went into meltdown by sleeping threw it. I didn’t want to have to deal
and so I slept it away. only the problem with that is that the facts are still
there when you wake up, which, funny enough, makes you crawl back under the
blankets and go back to sleep.
The thing is, and yes, I like to start everything
that way. I’ve never really had to deal with this sort of stress before, and
that’s what this has come down to, stress, I can’t hack it and it’s balled
itself growing larger and larger until I’ve not being able to do anything but
ran away from it.
But I’ve finally noticed, even as I’ve been noticing
for a long stretch of months, but I’d say it, and I’d think it but I wasn’t
really listening to what it was telling me. I think mostly because it wasn’t
something I was use too. There wasn’t any true negativity in my head, or at
least no more than normal and I was about to push that away and fix that up,
but I still sunk and I sunk fast.
it can to the point that I was asleep more than I
was awake, and when I was awake I was waiting for those moment that I could go
back to sleep. My eyes would sting with the need sleep some more, as if I
hadn’t slept at all (which is my depressant way, and that leads me towards
suicide, not fun).
I know I’ve been talking about this for a while, and
I’ve explain the reasons for this, the openness my in the whole event, but
mostly I need to talk these things threw in order to get my thoughts straight.
I’ve always done it, now I’m just making it a shit load more public. The thing
is, even though I write it doesn’t mean I actually listen to it. Which I know,
bullshit, but hey, no one said I was smart.
And I digress, wonder why, lol
I’ve decided that a lot of my stress has come from
being in limbo from a few things in my career, and that’s stressing me because
I’ve not gone one way or another yet.
so what’s changing, nothing much really, I’m just
going to be a self-published author instead of a publishing company one.
I know this seems like I’m adding stress to myself,
but I’m honestly not. I like the control. I like the nitty gritty and when I
find an editor that works well with me I’m more than sure that will leave as
well, because I’ll be in good hands and if not, I’ll find someone else.
I also like the fact that I don’t have to rush or
anything (not that I do where I am) and that I’ve not got to second guess
myself about what I am or am not allowed to say about my own work.
I like… okay, there are things I’m not happy about
when it’s come to being in a company, it’s not their fault, they have been
great, it just doesn’t seem to be where I need to be, and that’s that.
Honestly, people, I’m not leaving extasybooks, I
like being there, but I just want more control over my books.
I now it’s not a surprise I’ve been swinging this
way for a long time now, but it’s hasn’t been until this week that I’ve put my
foot down and I’ve started the necessary steps towards it. learnt what I needed
to learn and when I have this next book finished (horror) It’s going to be the
book I use, along with a few short stories, to find myself a editor.
I’m actually really looking forward to it all. If
I’m honest, more than I have been able anything that’s happened with my through
the year, so I guess that’s saying a lot.
I still have a series that will go through a
publisher – well two at the moment, maybe more when we get into the swing of
writing.
·
My Moonlit Wolves will start with
extasybooks, and I’m planning on continuing with the series, trying for one
book ever 3 months, but don’t hold your breath I can’t even seem to finish book
8.
·
My co-author work with NJ Nielsen will be going with, I believe we are
going to try Fireborn Publishing but I’m honestly not 100% sure on that one
yet. And we have a few things we want to work on together which will all go
that way.
I have everything set up, all I have to do is write
and then we can get on the editing way. I believe I’m going to be trying Cool Beans Publishing & Editing first. However, I haven’t really looked completely
into either company, only the first pages, type things, so the other one that’s
on my list (so far) is Ally Editorial Services. And yes this is because they
were the suggestions from, but I will take them and see where it leads, but
what I’ve seen I’m happy about so it’ll all depend on what a deeper search
brings up.
I’ve also got myself a new Avatar, which is much
more professional looking, and I love, even if that means patting my own back.
Lastly I’m going to need a website, or I want one, but
I’ve got that one covered to by my brother-in-law, so walla, how much better do
I feel now that I’ve got a lot more control over things… heaps.
So thanks everyone for listening and I’m hoping this
will be the last depressing post for a while.
Tuesday 26 August 2014
Cover Beauty #1
I’m trying something new,
hopefully, switching between this event and the other every Tues, I’m just
getting bored of the former I’ve been doing this for over a year now and feel
something fresh.
I hope you guys like the
idea
“I do believe this was one of the first cover art
buys (in the m/m world).
I can’t remember what the reasons were, but I know there's a reason I never forget it.”
Artist Ginny Glass
Gasp! by ZA Maxfield
Jeff Paxton came home from Afghanistan looking for roots. Instead his
pregnant sister talks him into a job babysitting the volatile megastar Nigel
Gasp. Nigel is stubborn, needy, and determined to be the center of attention
everywhere he goes. Before long, Jeff realizes that something is bothering
Gasp, and that keeping him out of trouble might be more difficult than he
thought.
Nigel never planned on getting old. He simply assumed a hard drinking,
hard partying lifestyle would take care of that. Now that he's turning forty,
he's depressed and a little bit desperate. To Nigel, forty seems like a fine
age to deposit his DNA and check out while he's still on top.
The last thing Jeff needs is to fall in love with Nigel Gasp. The last
thing Nigel expects is a whole new reason to live. But how can Jeff put down
roots with a man who is never in the same place twice?
Love can be shocking. Gasp
Monday 25 August 2014
Sunday 24 August 2014
Saturday 23 August 2014
#MySexySaturday (6)
This week, we’re wondering what happens
after you say THE END. What happens to your wonderful characters that you’ve
created? Do they retreat silently into the sunset? Do they get more exposure in
the next book of your series? This is our thoughts on what happens to those
special characters once the story appears to be over.
You’ve seen these characters. They are
the founding couple of a pack, an investigation unit, a rag-tag bunch of
soldiers out to save the universe. These are the ones readers can’t get enough
of and want to know what happens to them even if they aren’t the couple in the
forefront. Share with us those sexy couples and let us know how their
happily-ever-after stacks up against the rest of those couples out there.
You
want to learn more, with the rules and linky click here, but it’s basically a
number 7 game.
This
snipped come from my couples in book 1 Jex and Matt. it’s a free read, which I used
for promotion for the series, you want to see it, click here. my characters are
all very involved in the story itself as it goes on, and this deleted scene
came out of book 4, if you’ve read the series you’ll understand what part I
mean *wink*
“It makes me
feel all gooey inside to see you smile like that. Knowing it’s all mine gets me
hot as hell,” he whispered a breath away from Jex’s lips and his back arched at
the scrap of whiskers against his upper lip.
“Gooey?” Jex
tried to make it a joke, not being able to deal with the softer sides of
love.
“Oh, yeah,”
Matt moaned theatrically. “It’s like melted lava inside me, mate.”
“So you’re a
cooked marshmallow?” Jex muttered between the light kisses Matt was giving him.
He needed more than the teasing. Already his skin heated, his cock throbbed. He
hated the teasing. Jex needing more…rubbing, thrusting, harder!
“Cooked Marshmallow?” Matt pulled back,
apparently, finally, thinking around his own dick to what Jex had said.
“Shut up
man,” Jex’s laughed. “Am I meant to think with my cock this hard?”
Matt burst
out into laughter. Jex shifted back, as Matts weight shifted onto his knees,
he’d straddled Jex sometime during the kiss.
And some pimping, you
interested in the series, click here – you wanna buy you can start at the publishers by clicking here
Friday 22 August 2014
Paint the Sky by Lily G. Blunt
Paint the Sky by Lily G. Blunt
Genre: M/M,
Contemporary Romance and Erotica
Length: 65,000
Words/230 pages
Release Date:
August 30, 2014
ASIN: B00MSYA1JQ
A love of art...
A mutual interest in art draws two shy university
students together. Ben admires Vinnie’s painting of the university building, so
Vinnie invites him to an exhibition of his artwork. From a wealthy family, Ben
purchases some of Vinnie’s art and arranges for the artist to personally hang
the paintings in his apartment.
Starry, starry night...
Ben commissions Vinnie to paint his portrait, in order
to spend more time with the artist. On the night of the sitting, Vinnie
fingerpaints the starry night on Ben’s chest... and they kiss. They begin a
relationship beneath the night sky, God’s own canvas.
But every relationship has its ups and downs and so it
is with theirs. When Ben thinks Vinnie spends too much time with a fellow
artist, his jealousy drives a wedge between them and forces Vinnie into the
very thing Ben dreads.
Hold tight to your dreams...
Ben and Vinnie will have to walk through fire before
they can find one another again. But if they believe, and if they keep their
faith in the night sky and each other, just maybe they can make their dreams of
love come true.
EXCERPT:
Vinnie led me across the room, pulling me
by the shirt. “Lie back on the sofa for me and I'll paint you.”
As if in a dream, I settled my head
against one arm of the sofa, my legs dangling over the other end, scarcely
breathing now. Vinnie knelt on the floor beside me with an open pot of paint in
his hand.
Teasingly, he dipped his index finger into
the dark blue paint as if it were cream he would lick off. His finger connected
with my skin and he made short strokes across my chest, the coldness of the
paint making me shiver.
Mesmerised by the closeness of his
beautiful face, the view of the night sky through the window, and the picture
forming upon my chest, I watched as dab after dab and stroke after stroke he
built up a mix of shades, until a dark night sky with the moon and stars were
there to be seen—a masterpiece, drying on the warmth of my blazing skin, a
transient thing of beauty. His fingers skimmed my skin causing gooseflesh to
ripple in waves down my arms and thighs. My nipples pebbled in response to his
touch.
And when he was done, his lips met mine in
a languid kiss; how our first kiss should have been—sweet, innocent, and full
of promise. He pulled away, smiling down at me.
This was the beginning of something
special.
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LILY G. BLUNT’S BIO:
Lily G. Blunt writes contemporary gay romance and
erotica. She loves to explore the relationship between two men and the
intensity of their physical and emotional attraction. Angst often features in
her stories as she feels this demonstrates the depth of the men’s feelings for
each other. Lily is forever writing imaginary scenes and plots in her head, but
only a few ever make it to the page—there never seems to be enough hours in the
day despite having left the teaching profession to concentrate on her writing!
Lily discovered the wonderful world of m/m romance
novels four years ago via fan fiction and went on to write stories in her spare
time. With the encouragement of her friends and readers she decided to publish
some of her work.
Lily has several self-published stories available on
Amazon. She is also published with Torquere Press and Wayward Ink Publishing.
Easily distracted from her writing, Lily makes videos
using clips from gay-themed movies and posts gorgeous pictures of men kissing
or making out on her tumblr and Facebook pages. Lily is also an avid supporter
of GLBTQ rights and advocates equality for all.
Lily lives in central England with her rather bemused
husband, two twenty-something children, and a ‘mad as a bag of frogs’ Shetland
Sheepdog.
LILY G. BLUNT’S
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