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Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Wednesday Briefs Cyan Ch 10 - I Can Do This

So here we are again at a Wednesday. It's an exciting time with a new book out on 23rd and a story in a wonderful anthology. Check on this blog for further information on Project X. I'm very proud of this book and I hope you like it. Back to this brief. The prompt I used this week was

It was obvious Cyan didn’t understand what Alex meant, but he didn’t press. He just gave an uncertain smile and nod, then turned to Aivah.

“I didn’t think you’d mind.” He leaned close and whispered. “The gay stuff, I mean. You’re sweet and lovely. Not like the other one.” He shuddered. “I couldn’t understand why you with the other one,” he said to Robin.

“Trust me, you’re not the only one,” Alex said, with a grin. “That was a hot topic of conversation for a long time.”

“Oh thank you,” Robin said. “Now you tell me. So what…everyone’s been talking about me?”

“Pretty much.”

“For how long?”

“Since you and Gilly got together.”

Robin gaped at him. “Why didn’t you tell me? What were they saying?”

“If you remember,” Alex said, reaching over to snag a piece of garlic bread. “I did tell you – or try to. I told you what a monster she is, and you told me I was jealous.” Alex snorted. “As if.”

“Well…she is beautiful,” Robin said lamely. The words sounded hollow, even to him.

“Only on the outside,” Cyan said.

“Yes. That’s right.” Aivah smiled sweetly at Cyan. “Only the outside. On the inside she was…was… ugly, mean, spiteful and vindictive.” She compressed her lips and nodded once, curtly.

Robin was shocked again. Aivah was usually such a sweetheart she found it hard to find a bad word to say about anyone. She didn’t seem to be having too much difficulty with Gillian.

“But…. Really? Everyone was talking about me?”

“Everyone who knew her.”

“Or had ever met her.”

“Or you.”

“What were they saying?” Shock was wearing off, and curiosity setting in.

“Only that you’re way too nice to be with someone like her. It was mentioned pretty often.”

“Every time she did something horrible.”

“Oh.” Robin tore a piece of bread and chewed thoughtfully.

“She didn’t treat you very well,” Aivah said. “We all wondered why you put up with it.”

“I don’t know,” Robin said, and he really didn’t. Had he been so blinded by her beauty and the status he thought it bought him that he allowed himself to be treated like a dog? Worse than a dog. He wasn’t very proud to admit that was exactly what had happened.

“I won’t treat you bad,” Cyan said softly, laying his hand briefly on Robin’s arm, before snatching it away again. “But I’m really going to have to work hard to remember not to do it when there are other people around.”

He looked so upset that he’d slipped up again, Robin’s resolve wobbled. He so badly wanted to take Cyan in his arms and kiss him right here and now, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t ready to come out to the world. Not yet.

“It’s okay,” he said to Cyan. “You’re doing your best. I know that. I don’t mind if you slip up now and again.”

“You don’t?” Cyan brightened considerably. “Don’t worry. I won’t do it all the time. I’ll try to remember. It’s just so hard when you’re so gorgeous, and all I want to do is kiss you.”

Robin’s mouth fell open, and he noticed Alex gaping too. Aivah giggled, and Cyan batted his eyelashes, giving Robin a hot look, which quickly turned into a grin.

“I wish you could have seen your face,” he said. “It was a picture.”

“If you’d said I would have taken a photo,” Aivah said.


“Don’t give him ideas,” Robin broke in. He knew if those two got their heads together he was doomed.

Cyan laughed. “I don’t need her to give me ideas. I have lots of them. All the time. My head’s full of them. Especially when you’re around. Of course, those are the kind of ideas I’m not allowed to talk about.”

“Oh really?” Alex said, leaning across the table, looking interesting. “And what might they be?”

“Robin knows,” Cyan said, with a wink.

“Aw come on, spoilsport,” Alex said. “I’ve never known anyone who was gay before. This is my chance to furnish my dirty mind with a whole new set of images.”

“I hear there’s some really good porn that can do that much better than I can,” Cyan said smoothly, causing Alex to gape again. “Besides, you really wouldn’t want your head filled with those kinds of images of your best friend. Would you?”

Alex swallowed and shook his head. It was all Robin could do to stop himself from bursting out laughing. Only the stricken expression on Alex’ face prevented it, and he changed the subject quickly.

After lunch, they went to the cinema, and Robin barely took in what film they were watching. Sitting way up here, at the back, with no one to watch and no one to see, he was able to hold Cyan’s hand, then put his arm around Cyan’s shoulders, and settle him against his side. It was bliss, especially as Cyan’s hair smelled of honey, and was as soft a silk. Not to mention that Cyan’s slender form fitted against his side as if it was made to be there.

At one point in the film, a rainbow spanned the screen, and Cyan squeezed his hand. “That’s you and me,” he said. “When we’re out in the sun we shine. When we’re behind the clouds, we’re still there, still shining, but no one can see us.”

For some reason, the words struck deep and Robin squeezed Cyan tighter, suddenly realizing what he was doing. Cyan was cuddling him. Cyan who hated to be touched was tucked under his arm and holding his hand. This rainbow was more of a miracle than he knew. The realization brought stinging tears to his eyes, and he coughed to cover a sob. Cuddling closer to Cyan, he fought, and succeeded in regaining control. For the rest of the movie he sat, with a huge grin all over his face, his heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

He could do this. He could so do this.

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Friday, 12 September 2014

Slide by Garrett Leigh

 I'm very excited today, because I get to interview one of my favourite authors. I read Slide some time ago, and it completely blew me away. Pete and Ash are such complicated characters, it was a challenge to get inside their heads completely - especially Ash's. It was just the right amount of challenge to make the reading experience exhilarating. Pete is solid and dependable. Ash is flaky and sliding down toward a nervous breakdown. How they hold it together I don't know, but somehow they do, and it works. Until the best misunderstanding I've read for ages.

Any good book with a dramatic flare could do with a good misunderstanding at one point or another, and this one is a doozie. It leads to all kinds of bad shit - the kind it's great - fun? - to read.

Anyway, enough from me. On to the interview.

What led you to write in the genre(s) you write?

I never set out to write in the MM/LGBT genre, it just kinda worked out that way. One day Ill sit down to write and a chick will come out. For now, Im happy with my boys.

Are your books character led or plot led, or both?

Id say character led. A book always starts with a particular man, and the rest comes later.

What is your favourite part of the writing process?

The start of a new project when anything seems possible.

What is your least favourite part of the writing process

The inevitable wall about two thirds into a book when it feels like itll never be finished. And the first round of professional edits when you wonder why you bothered in the first place.

Where do you get your inspiration for your characters?

All over the place. Books. TV. Films. My own twisted imagination.

Tell us a little about the characters in your book and their story.

Ash is a shy tattoo artist. Hes quite sweet underneath his reticence, and despite all hes been through, hes actually rather innocent.

Pete is a different man altogether, though I wouldnt say they were polar opposites. Pete is a practical dude. He works hardtoo hard, and nothing, until Ash, really fazes him.

If you could have one wish what would it be?

Ask me tomorrow.

What's your deepest fear?

The same as everyone elses: losing the people I love.

If I came to dinner what would you feed me?

Roast chicken.

If Ash and Pete were at the dinner table, what would they have to say about you?

That I could cook a mean dinner, but my manner was somewhat awkward :)

Which other fictional character(s) would you like to be present at the dinner party?

Jed and Max from Only Love. I think Ash and Pete could learn a lot from them.

What do you prefer writing. A one off novel, a series or short stories?

I like the sense of achievement from producing a novel, but in reality, a novella is far easier to write. In fact, the easiest books to write are the ones without a target word count.

What kind of books do you read (if you have time to read)?

All kinds, but sadly, I dont get much time to indulge.

Do you have any other projects in the offing we should look out for?

AlwaysI have a number of novels with Dreamspinner Press: Slide, Rare, Only Love, and a new one, Heart, due out October 27th. Ive also got a series of novellas, Blue Boy, out with Loose Id.

Where can we find you?


Author Bio:

Garrett Leigh is a British writer and book designer, currently working for Dreamspinner Press, Loose Id and Black Jazz Press. Her protagonists will always always be tortured, crippled, broken, and deeply flawed. Throw in a tale of enduring true love, some stubbly facial hair, and a bunch of tattoos, and youve got yourself a Garrett special.

When not writing, Garrett can generally be found procrastinating on Twitter, cooking up a storm, or sitting on her behind doing as little as possible. That, and dreaming up new ways to torture her characters. Garrett believes in happy endings; she just likes to make her boys work for it.

Garrett also works as a freelance cover artist for various publishing houses and independent authors under the pseudonym G.D. Leigh. For cover art info, please visit


Don’t look back. Don’t you ever look back…

Shy tattoo artist Ash has a troubled past. Years of neglect, drug abuse, and life on the streets have taken their toll, and sometimes it seems the deep, unspoken bond with his lover is the only balm for wounds he doesn’t quite understand.

 Chicago paramedic Pete is warmth, love, and strength—things Ash never knew he could have, and never even knew he wanted until Pete showed him. But fate is a cruel, cruel mistress, and when nightmares collide with the present, their tentatively built world comes crashing down.

 Traumatic events in Pete’s work life distance him from home, and he doesn’t realize until it’s too late that Ash has slipped away. Betrayal, secrets, and lies unfold, and when a devastating coincidence takes hold, Pete must fight with all he has to save the love of his life.

Ash was Texan by birth, but his southern roots only laced his speech when he was too tired to repress them… too tired to block out all the horrible shit that kept an invisible barrier between us.

He was just seventeen when his friend Ellie found him drawing on the streets of Philadelphia. He was homeless and drew comic book characters on the sidewalk for money. The way she told it, he was one of the best street artists in the city, but he said he just did it to survive. Ellie was in college at the time, and she spent the next three years trying to get him to go to a shelter. Eventually, she got her way, and when she moved back to Chicago a few months later, she asked him to come with her. It took him a year of procrastination and pulling his shit together, but after finishing his tattoo apprenticeship in Philly, he did just that.

Living together was a huge adjustment for both of us. Some days I thought we’d cracked it, but others….

I draped the comforter over us and tucked it around his shoulders. He settled against me with his arm stretched out across my torso. I ran my hand absently along his bicep and enjoyed the rare moment. Though he could be tactile when his mood was right, he rarely cuddled up to me so freely. Most times, he preferred our positions reversed—him on his back with his arms around me.

Curious, I pressed a kiss to the top of his sweat-dampened head. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I just missed you.”

I smiled into the darkness. “I missed you too.”

A light hum was his only answer, so I held him a bit tighter and made the most of having him curled against me. After a while, I felt him shift. I opened my eyes and quirked an eyebrow, too mellow to speak. He just stared at me, but his blazing eyes told me what I knew he found so hard to articulate.

I put my hand to his head and nudged it back down with a sad smile.

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Wednesday, 10 September 2014

The Evolution of a Book Cover

When a book has been written, edited and polished, the time comes to give it a cover. How does one decide what to put on the cover, how to design it. Project X had such an interesting evolution, I wanted to share it with you.

There is a passage in the book that describes Morgan like this:

 But tonight... Oh my God, tonight... Tonight, Morgan wasn’t gorgeous, Morgan was... He was... There was no word to describe what he was. He was leaning against the fireplace with a glass of brandy in his hand, wearing the tightest pair of leather trousers I’ve ever seen. Not only were they tight, but they were split up the sides and laced, showing off a good two inches of skin on each side. 

If that wasn’t enough to make me shiver, his top half was encased in a close fitting, soft leather waistcoat over a white linen shirt. The crisp whiteness set off the inky blackness of his hair, which was loose around his shoulders. He’d even outlined his eyes in black eyeliner. It made the green more vivid than ever. Shit, he was every girl’s wet dream. He even had me feeling suddenly hot and uncomfortable under that vibrant, electric stare. 

Originally, the idea was to put an image of that on the front of the book. Everyone loved the idea initially, but after trawling through photograph after photograph of hot men – and what a chore that was – we had to admit defeat. We were never going to find a photograph that encapsulated Morgan Bentley, and the way he looked that night.

We then got on our thinking caps, and Lily Velden and I came up with the idea of a droplet falling from the tip of a syringe, with an image in the droplet. Why a syringe? Read the book and find out. I suggested that a good friend of mine, Maria Korte might be perfect to get my mental image down on paper. Maria is the best artist I know, and for some strange reason, she seems to understand my super crazy mind.

The first sketch we came up with was

 As you might imagine, I loved it. She’s good isn’t she? However, it wasn’t right for the way I was picturing the cover. I wanted the ‘bubble’ to be incandescent, with the colours misted and shimmering. So Maria came up with this

 Which is a sketch for the final product, which she then coloured like this

 Who wouldn’t love that, right? Under normal circumstances I would have wet my pants over that. I mean look at it. It’s gorgeous. But it just wasn’t what I was thinking of. It wasn’t right. So she did this

Then this

 And finally

Don’t you just love it? As a painting it’s exquisite, but Lily didn’t think it was dramatic enough for Project X’s cover. Lily handed it over to Jay Aheer and a transformation took place. This is what happened

And finally, we get to the most beautiful cover EVER!!

 Project X will be released by Wayward Ink Press on 23 September 2014.

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Most Beautiful Words by Raine O'Tierney

Author Bio:

Called "Queen of the Sweetness" (well, two or three people said it anyway!) Raine O'Tierney loves writing sweet stories about first loves, first times, fidelity, forever-endings and...friskiness?

Raine O'Tierney lives outside of Kansas City with her husband, fellow Dreamspinner Press author, SiƓn O'Tierney. When she's not writing, she's either asleep, or fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom at her library day job. Raine believes the best thing we can do in life is be kind to one another, and she enjoys encouraging fellow writers. Writing for 20+ years (with the last 10 spent on M/M) Raine changes sub-genres to suit her mood and believes all good stories end sweetly. Contact her if you're interested in talking about point-and-click adventure games or about which dachshunds are the best kinds of dachshunds!

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Cover Artist: Brooke Albrecht


Twelve-year-old Autumn's world is shattered when her beloved Great-Pop, Tommy Johnson, suffers a stroke that leaves him comatose. With everyone around her resigning themselves to the inevitable, Autumn is the only one not willing to give up. She and Great-Pop have more secret stories to share with each other, after all. More stories about Roy McMillan—the great love of Tommy's life whom he lost fifty years ago.

Autumn struggles to keep Great-Pop on this side of death's door. But how can she compete with the beautiful and mysterious Valley—a place of surreal magic where the sun never fully sets? Especially when there's someone familiar in the Valley who will do everything he can to keep Great-Pop from returning to her.

“So what’s my prize?”

“I’m gonna let you kiss me,” Roy said with a big, devious smile.

“Yeah?” Tommy asked, thinking he was being put on. “All right, I guess I’ll take the consolation prize then.”

“That leaves me with the grand prize by default.”

And he leaned in, and as sweet as anything Tommy had experienced in his whole life, Roy kissed his slightly parted lips. Even when Tommy stiffened, Roy did not pull back. Instead, slowly and deliberately, he gathered Tommy to him with a hold that was loose enough for him to escape from, but tight enough to be a real, romantic embrace. He kissed Tommy until he had to draw breath, and even then he did not let him go all the way.

“You… really wanted to?” Tommy asked, his head spinning. In that moment he had a single, solitary regret. It wasn’t coming out here to shoot arrows, and it wasn’t that he hadn’t pulled out of Roy’s embrace or even that he’d been kissed. It was that he hadn’t kissed Roy first. Because Tommy liked the kissing. A lot. And he wanted to do it more.

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Tuesday, 9 September 2014

Wednesday Briefs Cyan Chapter 17

This week I chose the prompt - use glass, table and beast. Yet again, I've strained it a bit, but I'm pleased with how I worked it in. I can really picture Cyan bouncing through the tables, completely unaware of the chaos his bag is leaving behind :)

Robin barely slept that night. He kept coming back to the kiss. God it was sexy. Cyan felt so good in his arms. The fit was right in a way it had never been with Gillian. His lips still tingled from the touch of Cyan’s tongue. The taste of him made his mouth water, and his touch made him shiver. But.

Cyan was a boy. There was no getting over that. Robin had kissed a boy. Not only that but he’d enjoyed it so much he was still sporting a hard on just from thinking of it. But.

Cyan was a boy, and Robin wasn’t gay.

Robin tried to think of other boys, good looking ones, sexy ones, but they did nothing for him. Nothing at all. Then he thought about actually having sex. With Cyan. How it worked. What it meant. Robin wasn’t gay.

Cyan turned him on like no one else ever had. Cyan was soft but in a hard, masculine way. He was gentle and sweet and hot as hell. He was – a boy. And Robin wasn’t gay.

After a sleepless night, following which he’d had to sneak his sheets into the washing machine, and suffering one of the most awkward moments of his life, when his mother asked why, Robin headed over to Alex’. Alex was still in bed.

Scooting him over, as he often did on a Saturday morning, Robin sat on the bed – on top of the covers – with his legs stretched out.

“Dude,” Alex said. “No offence but I’m not lying here naked and listening you talking gay. I’m not judging, and I’m going to listen to every word you have to say, but you’ve no idea how awkward it feels right now. Go in the bathroom while I dress.”

“I might want to watch you dress,” Robin said, with a wicked grin. “Just to test the waters, you know, to see if I really am gay.”

“Not going to happen,” Alex said good-naturedly. “I’m not going to be some test subject to measure gayness.”

“I promise I won’t be gay for you.”

“Dude, you’ve seen most of my body before, and you know you won’t be able to keep your hands off me. I’ve had enough women creaming their pants; don’t want my best friend getting wet over me. Besides, it will be messy.”

“Maybe we could find a way for you to help me keep the wetness under control. Some way of – oh I don’t know – hovering it maybe.”

“Hoovering? Oh shit. Just get in the bathroom, will ya?”

Robin heaved a dramatic mock-sigh. “Well, if I must, but if you change your mind, I’ll be waiting in there naked.”

“You better not, or I’ll steal your clothes and tell my mother you slipped in the shower and need first aid.”

“Dammit. A band aid sure isn’t going to cover what I got on show.”

Alex threw a pillow at him as he sauntered to the bathroom.”

Three hours later, he was in a thoughtful as he ate lunch in the local shopping centre. They’d been joined by Aivah, who’d brushed off Robin’s worries, which had been succinctly and embarrassingly encapsulated by Alex, as – “He’s worried he’s gay, and he’s worried he isn’t. He has the hots for 
Cyan, but is worried about where he puts his dick…oh and where Cyan puts his. That’s after he offered me a blow job in my bed. Personally, I think he’s putting his dick right in the middle of his forehead.”

“You really shouldn’t stress so much,” Aivah said. “The heart wants what the heart wants, even when the head takes a while to catch up.” And that was that. Subject closed. Kind of. Alex, infuriatingly, wouldn’t shut up about it, and teased constantly, sometimes rather too loud for Robin’s liking.

So, they were sitting eating their lunch, when a yell of “Robin,” had his head shooting up, and another part of his anatomy tried to follow.

Cyan looked amazing. His hair was loose and fluttered at the sides as he hurriedly dodged through tables, and he was wearing jeans and a long sleeved tshirt that was exactly the same colour as his eyes. He had a messenger bag slung over his shoulder and he very nearly knocked over a glass off on one the tables. Then caught a ‘Super Beast’ burger with the flying edge and flicked it off the table into someone’s lap. Cyan didn’t seem to notice, even though the unlucky recipient of a lap full of burger yelled after him.

“Oh God,” Robin moaned softly. Alex grinned.

“Time to get your gay on, boy. Don’t want to upset the boyfriend.”

Every eye within hearing distance turned to stare at Cyan, and Robin wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. He groaned again. Why did he have to think about swallowing at that precise moment? Please don’t kiss me. Please don’t kiss me, he prayed silently.

Cyan flopped into a seat on the other side of the table and grinned around. “Fancy meeting you here,” he said. The only acknowledgement he made that the previous evening had even happened was a slightly lingering look, from his large, luminous eyes. “What are you up to?”

“Um. Eating lunch,” Robin said, staring at Cyan with a completely blank mind, and extremely uncomfortable crotch.

Cyan leaned across the table and whispered. “Stop staring. It’s look suspicious.”

The first he was aware his mouth had been gaping was when he closed it with a snap.

“Oops,” Cyan said, staring at Alex and Aivah in horror. “I shouldn’t have done that, should I?”

“It’s okay,” Aivah said, gently patting his arm. “We know. We’re fine.”

“You know?” Cyan turned his 200kw gaze on Robin, and he just knew he was blushing.

“I− They− Um−“

“I’m his best friend, dude,” Alex said, with a grin. “If he can’t get gay with me, who can he get gay with? Well, apart from you, of course.”

“He… ‘got gay’ with you.”

“Metaphorically speaking,” Alex said, his grin widening. “Metaphorically speaking.”

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