Monday, 9 March 2015

Sights and Sinners by Susan Mac Nicol



Book 2 of The Men of London series  (can be read as standalone)

Author Bio:
Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, self confessed geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…

She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason.  She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.

Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots.

In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.


Where to find the author:

Publisher: Borough’s Publishing Group

Cover Artist: Art Department of Borough’s Publishing Group

Blurb(s):





EXCERPT – SIGHT AND SINNERS


The man Taylor was blowing definitely didn’t know how the hell to keep quiet. Taylor’s lips were wrapped around his dick, while above him a man stood, panting and moaning, turning the air blue with his curses. Taylor stopped what he was doing, causing the blowjob recipient to groan in dismay, and glared at the sweaty face above him.
            “For Christ’s sake, Georgie, can you stop it with the fucking porn noises?” He glanced around him nervously. “This is where I work, damn it, and if anyone hears you they’ll come outside to see what all the fuss is about.”
            Georgie’s wide eyes cast a quick glance around the deserted alleyway behind ‘Music Mayhem’ where Taylor was employed, then looked down at Taylor kneeling between his legs.
            “Sorry, mate, it’s just that you’re so damn good at this and it’s been a while.”

Interview



Let’s start by telling us, in twenty words, or less, what your book is about.

I’ll quote a reviewer which sums it aptly..
well written; engaging, a little bit challenging with a healthy dose of alpha males; gorgeous twinks; and graphic (in a good way) sex.

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

I got hooked on this genre when I started doing research for a bisexual character I was writing. Blair from Love and Punishment. From there, I couldn’t get enough of these stories and decided to write my own.

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

I’d say both. They have to be in equal measure when you write a story for people to engage with.  They have to believe in the characters and the plot line has to be realistic and plausible.

What is your favourite part of the writing process?

Actually sitting down and capturing the words I want to say. Creating a whole world different to my own where I can escape and play creator.

What is your least favourite part of the writing process

I guess that would be every writer’s nightmare, curse and blessings. Edits. They are necessary and definitely make a story better if well suggested but they do tend to make you feel a little vulnerable as a writer.

Where do you get your inspiration for your characters?

Everywhere I go. I see people hear things, perhaps just an accent in the street and start thinking ‘Hmm, interesting.” I think writers see a story in everything they see and hear and experience. It’s an occupational hazard.

Tell us a little about the characters in your book and their story. You can use more than twenty words this time.

Draven is a hard arse investigator, with a tragic family problem and an overwhelming attraction to a man he’s not supposed to like. That pisses him off because he’s a control freak and doesn’t like being vulnerable. Taylor is a bit of a fly by night, by choice, because he finds partners don’t take him seriously because of his gift. He’s tough on the outside but he needs people and comfort and of course, these two men find it eventually in each other. I liked that people didn’t like Draven at first and that he had to grow on you. I don’t think in the real world everyone is always ‘pleasant’ and even grumpy bastards deserve to find love.

If you could have one wish what would it be?

To make enough money from my books so I can give up my day job and write full time. I don’t need much, just enough to keep me going. It’s a simple wish but one I’m striving for.

What's your deepest fear?

I have two of them actually, pretty deep rooted. One is a rather irrational fear that something will happen to my kids. I know this is every mother’s nightmare but for me, it tends to take over sometimes. I also have a huge fear of going blind. I can give up any of my senses except my sight.

If I came to dinner what would you feed me?

Mexican. Fajitas, tamales, chillies, guacamole, tortilla wraps, a variety of fillings, sour cream, and good Mexican beer. I love this type of food.

Which of your characters would you like to be sharing the dinner table with us?

Ooh that’s a tough one. I’d say Leslie, who you haven’t met yet. I’m writing his story at the moment and he’s fascinating and funny and would be very entertaining.

Tell us in the character’s own words, what he/she would have to say about you.

I’m pretty sure Taylor would say something like ‘Sue is a complete perfectionist and a control freak herself’ as he looked askance at Draven, who would scowl. Draven would probably say ‘I love a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it, no matter what.” I think both men would tell me too that they adore me absolutely J

What would they say (again in their own words) about themselves, and their story that will make us want to read about it?

Taylor - “I know I’m a bit of a flake and not easy to manage and probably a little fucked up. But I’m not that crazy when you get to know me.”

Draven “I’m a man who likes facts and don’t believe in anything I can’t see or shoot a bullet at.”

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

Edgar Allan Poe, Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock (preferably in the guise of Benedict Cumberbatch) and Alex Delaware from Jonathan Kellerman’s books.

What other authors would you say have either influenced your writing or you would like to emulate?

I can’t say anyone has influence my writing specifically, but I do love Josh Lanyon’s work and that of Harper Fox.

Which character from literature, would you most like to have invented?

Definitely aforementioned Sherlock. He’s such a wonderful, all encompassing character.

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

I prefer writing a one off novel. Series are wonderful to write but need a bit more work to create.

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

I read M/M 95% of the time, but love detective fiction, horror and suspense. Stephen Kind, Dean Koontz, that sort of thing. I’m a huge fan of Phil Rickman’s Merrily Watkins series, about a woman priest and exorcist, set in remote Herefordshire/Wales border.

Where do you see yourself personally and professionally in 5 years time?

I hope to have given up the day job and be subsisting comfortably on book sales. I’m also Editorial Manager for Divine Magazine, so I’m hoping this takes off and will be something else I can use to make me a living. But we’ll see.

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

I’m currently writing book 3 in the Men Of London series, (which is a six book series) as well as trying to finish the third book in my Starlight trilogy. I’m also writing a story called Living On Air, which is one of those angst, emotional books that will make people cry a lot. And laugh and feel hope as well.. I hope

Where can we find you?
Susan Mac Nicol

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Saturday, 7 March 2015

Shadows Fall by J K Hogan






Release Date: June, 2015



Author Bio:

J.K. Hogan has been telling stories for as long as she can remember, beginning with writing cast lists and storylines for her toys growing up. When she finally decided to put pen to paper, magic happened. She is greatly inspired by all kinds of music and often creates a “soundtrack” for her stories as she writes them. J.K. is hoping to one day have a little something for everyone, so she’s branched out from m/f paranormal romance and added m/m contemporary romance. Who knows what’s next?

J.K. resides in North Carolina, where she was born and raised. A true southern girl at heart, she lives in the country with her husband and young son, a cat, and two champion agility dogs. If she isn’t on the agility field, J.K. can often be found chasing waterfalls in the mountains with her husband, or down in front at a blues concert. In addition to writing, she enjoys training and competing in dog sports, spending time with her large southern family, camping, boating and, of course, reading! For more information, please visit www.jkhogan.com.


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Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Wednesday Briefs- Demon Chapter One. The Door














We're here again at another Wednesday. Doesn't it come around fast? So fast in fact that I forgot to post my story until mid afternoon.

For those of you who are following Cyan, don't panic. I'm going to finish it (it only needed a bit of rounding up) and post it complete within the next few weeks (probably months. If anyone's interested then poke me if I forget)

This one crept up on me when I saw the prompt this week and I had to write it. It's about demons...who aren't.

I need to mention a few things. Ordinarily, I wouldn't, and I know it's poor form to have to explain your world, but with you getting it in such small chunks it might get confusing. This story is set in another place. Could be another world, or this one at a different time. There are strong elements to suggest a medieval setting, but don't be fooled - it isn't

Oh and tippa is a form of 'endearment' between brother and sister. It's not a very nice one and comes from the words tiny parasite, which is what Jandra used to call her brother before she shortened it, which was only a very small mercy because most people in the palace already knew what it meant.

Anyway, without further ado, here is the photograph that inspired a whole world, and the story that goes with it.


“Please. Let me see. Just a peep.”

My sister, Jandra, not breaking her stride, turns her face to me and scowls. “Go home, tippa. This place is not for you.”

I have to skip to keep up with her, and it’s embarrassing. Okay, I’m small—at least compared to her. Over six feet in height, she doesn’t need the high, pointed–heel boots she wears.

“I’m not a little one. I’m seventeen. A man now.”

Jandra laughs. She has a nice laugh, rich and full, like the aromatic wines my father imports from the south. Yet another way I fall short of her. Even though my status is higher, she never fails to make me feel inadequate.

“You are far from a man, tippa, and even further from the warrior you need be to face a demon.”

“I don’t want to ‘face’ him. I’m not planning on fighting. I just want to see.

“And see you shall—when he’s strung up in the yard, with the ravens feasting on his innards.”

Mention of the yard makes me queasy. It’s the place outside the walls of the castle where criminals are punished, and where enemies of the crown are hung in chains to die of hunger or thirst, or by the beaks of the huge ravens who live in the overlooking tower.  My bedroom is in the tower’s twin. I hate it.

I hate the ravens, whose raucous cries torment me, day and night. I hate the smell that rises from the yard and the river. Most of all, I hate the screams, the prayers to filthy gods, and the pleas for mercy from the doomed souls beneath my window. They’ll find precious little mercy at my father’s hand.

My father tells me it’s good for me, that it will prepare me for the sounds and smells of war. He’s still fooling himself that one day I’ll ride into battle at his side. As if that’s ever going to happen. I’m not built for war. I take after my mother, a princess from the North, whose people are known more for their wisdom than their warcraft. Father scorns the skills of diplomacy, tactics, and engineering. Yet the northern kingdoms, not noted for the fierceness of their warriors, or the size of their armies, are still free, and have kept the demons from our gates for generations.

That’s why I’m so excited. Father’s men have captured a demon. It’s the first to be seen in our lands during my lifetime, and I’m desperate to see for myself what the fuss is about. Of course, I’ve seen pictures, but they don’t convey the truth—they can’t. The slender, pale creatures with large eyes and delicate features don’t look dangerous at all.

“Father would have my tits for purses if I let anything happen to his precious little prince. Go back to the castle, or I’ll have you tied to a post in the yard for a few hours.”

I’d laugh if I was sure she didn’t mean it. Jandra hates me, and I don’t blame her. The day Father admits she is far fitter to lead the armies than I will be a happy day for us all. Jandra thinks of me as a pathetic weakling, and nothing but a liability. She’s right. My mother lives in perpetual fear that Father is going to throw me on a horse and whisk me off to campaign.  He will, soon enough. And as for my father—I see disappointment in his eyes every time he looks at me. And on the rare occasions he heeds my mother’s pleas to try to get to know me for who I am, the experience is excruciatingly painful for both of us.

“I’m surprised you’re so resistant. It would solve a lot of problems for both of us if you just threw me in there with him.”

Jandra stops and gives me a hard look, then tosses her head and strides off again. “You little fool. You think you know what’s going on. You know nothing.”

“Then show me.”

“Oh very well. It’s your funeral.”

My heart soars, even though she speeds up to make me jog.

Thank the heavens it’s not far. Jandra can walk forever, but I can’t. Another way I embarrass my father. She’s strong and energetic. I’m…not. I have the endurance of an asthmatic mouse, and physical exertion tires me quickly. When I was younger, Father had me seen by many doctors, but their advice was always the same. I’m not ill, just ‘delicate’, and no matter what I do, that will never change.

“Stay here,” Jandra says, coming to a dead stop. “Give me five minutes, then you can look through the bars. Do not open the door, for any reason. Understand?”

“What if he’s killing you?”

“Then call for the guard. What do you think you could do?”

I drop my head at her scornful words. “Nothing.”

Although we have prison cells inside the castle, the most dangerous prisoners are kept here, well away from the castle walls, in cells cut into the side of a hill. A long row of doors set into a blank concrete face is the bland exterior to a nightmare beyond my comprehension. Even now an occasional scream from inside makes me jump.

I watch Jandra until the door swallows her. Dancing with anticipation, I creep closer. There’s no sound from within.

I peer cautiously through the bars. The windowless cell is dim, lit only by a single, pale light, and it takes a moment for my eyes to become accustomed. Jandra is standing over a kneeling figure, chained to the wall.

Almost in the moment my gaze falls upon the figure, it raises its head and our eyes meet. A bolt of electricity hits me in the middle of my forehead, and throws me backwards, to sprawl in the dust. 

Above me, a bright blue sky tilts absurdly, and winks into darkness.



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Tuesday, 3 March 2015

Suicide is not the only answer: Not the only way

I'm sure I'm not the only one who has been sickened and saddened by the news stories of teen suicides that have burdened us of late, and this is just the tip of the iceberg.

I could quote statistics but what's the point. We all know the score. We're losing our children, and that's just not acceptable. What kind of world have we created in which our children can bear to live? It is our responsibility as adults to change that, to make our children safe.

On my Young Adult blog Rainbow Warriors, I've compiled a list of resources for young people who are being bullied, abused or simply feeling the pressure. Young people who can't see a way out. Please share, add to and make available, if not this list then resources of your own.

If young people don't feel they can reach out to us, then we must reach out to them

Check out http://cherylheadford.blogspot.co.uk/2015/03/suicide-is-not-only-answer-not-only-way.html and even if you cut and paste the resources, please do something.

Sunday, 1 March 2015

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