Thursday, 29 October 2015

Haven's Revenge by Phetra H. Novak

Title: Haven’s Revenge
Series: A Caddo Norse Novel
Author: Phetra H. Novak
Publisher: Self-published
Cover Artist: Shayla Mist
Length: 305 Pages
Release Date: October 23, 2015

Blurb: Haven Naranjo is a proud Caddo Indian, with a frightening past. He was a mere fifteen year old boy when he found his parents, part of his tribe, and his high school sweetheart slaughtered by a wereman gone mad. Falling victim to a system that is not always prepared to deal with a shattered young mind, Haven finally gives up on himself. He grows up to be bitter and hateful toward the creatures he hate. Werewolves.

Alexander Prescott is the younger of the two Prescott boys and comes from a large werewolf clan. But things are bigger than that. Alexander, is the true vessel of the Fenrir Ulv and is to become the leader of all supernatural beings, the King of Wolves. On top of that, he’s in love with Haven. He’s known since he hit puberty that Haven is his true mate. But there’s one problem, Haven hates what he can become. However, Alexander has a plan on how he is to charm his, and his wolf’s way into the grumpy Caddo Indian man’s heart.

But fate has other plans for them. The Asa Guard enters their calm country living, determined to use their own kind against them and kill the true vessel—Alexander Prescott. 

When war between the Asa Gods and the Fenrir Ulv starts knocking on their door, what side will the damaged Haven choose? Will he find a way of trusting those, especially Alexander, who he feels has betrayed him and let his animal, the eagle, lead him straight to his fate by his mate’s side? Or will he trust the words of strangers, who come to make his quest of seeing all shifters dead a reality?

Haven’s Revenge is a story of an emotional journey for a whole community. It’s about finding acceptance not just from others but in yourself.

Haven leaned back on his heels, quickly wiping his cum covered hand off on the grass before getting up, mumbling under his breath as he gave Alexander a quick glance. "What the fuck was I thinking?"

He stumbled toward camp, braiding his hair back with determination.

At first Alexander was taken aback, almost shocked by his abrupt, cold dismissal but it only lasted for a few short seconds before he got his bearings again. His new found confidence and possessive streak took over. Like the swift “animal” he actually was, he stood, crossing Haven's path in no time. When their eyes met, sparks flew. There was nothing submissive at all with the look that sparked in Alexander's eyes.

"No. You're mine, Haven. Mine. I’ve waited for you for years and I’m done. Get used to it because you belong to me now." His voice was calm but there was no misunderstanding the words that were spoken. He gripped Haven's jaw in one firm grip. With a great force, that shouldn't have been possible, he claimed Haven's lips with his own, forcing his tongue into his mouth as he gasped at the heated intrusion. Dominating Haven and the kiss completely Haven couldn't help but to give himself permission to melt into the hungry kiss. Just for a few seconds. 

When Alexander finally broke off the kiss, they were both breathing hard lips still only inches apart as they tried to stare each other out. Haven was the one who looked away first.

Alexander gave him a calm, almost arrogant smirk before turning his attention to getting himself dressed, rather than standing around with his jeans halfway down his thighs.

"In your dreams," Haven muttered, shaking his head. He was pissed at himself for letting his emotions get the better of him. See what losing control did? It fucked everything up, and what the hell was wrong with Alexander? That kid needed a new hobby, one that didn't involve him. But Haven feared that Alexander had made up his mind and wasn't letting go.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He was so screwed.

Phetra often refers to herself as the odd man out, the dorky book nerd who rather spend her time with a good book or making up fantastic stories with even more fantastic characters, than live in the real world dealing with real people.

The real world is strange in a very non humorous way and people in it complicate it to the point of wearing you out. In the world of the written word no matter if it is in someone else's words or that of her own things might get busy, complicated, and sometime even plain painful but somewhere along the line there is always a hero on the horizon. He might not be prime or proper, a church going pretty boy since the author prefer rebellious men and women who don't follow the protocols of society.

One of her favorite saying are that only dead fish follow the stream and well she ain't no dead fish.

Phetra live together with her family, two children, a domestic partner and their two cats in Gothenburg, Sweden and when reading her books you will notice that she always finds a way of bringing her on culture into her books.

The joy of writing and reading comes from her childhood and is something she has always loved, something she is passionate to share with others. Phetra loves hearing from her readers even with ideas of what they want to come next.

If you are looking for her the best place to start looking for her is at home in the quietest corner of the house where you'll find her either curled up with her Kindle or her laptop typing away.
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Let’s start by telling us, in twenty words, or less, what you’re book’s about.
Haven’s Revenge is a story of an emotional journey for a whole community. It’s about finding acceptance not just from others but in yourself.

What was it that led you to write in the genre(s) you write?
Pure accident actually. I had a friend tell me about these books, Cut & Run by Abigail Roux and that I HAD to read them, which I did and anyone who has read this series knows how absolutely lovable Ty Grady and Zane Garrett are. At that point I had this idea of another book, which I am releasing in December called Finding Home, and together with my good friend I found out that there are a world of M/M books and authors out there. This was in 2012 and news to me, from that point on I just got sucked into this world of books that I never realized existed I read anything and everything and eventually found many authors that today are my favorite, and I found the genre I myself prefer to write and read in.

Are your books character led or plot led, or both?
I would say both, some might argue but in most my books, not all but most, there are several stories going on. Usually a bigger plot a mystery, problem or other going on and personal relationships developing between characters.

What is your favourite part of the writing process?
Oh I love plotting, coming up with new ideas, stories, characters and find out who they are, what do they do, what will happen to them and why. I think that is my strength as a writer.

What is your least favourite part of the writing process?
Least favourite… boy. Reading through my own work. I am so self-critical and I am never satisfied with anything and the closer I get to being done the worse I get with wanting to change things.

Where do you get your inspiration for your characters?
Oh from many things, personal experiences, real life people, music, other authors, current events. My brain is a scary place to be sometimes it never shuts off and is always sizzling with ideas, people or characters speaking to me.

Tell us a little about the characters in your book and their story. You can use more than twenty words this time.
Haven Naranjo, is the main character in this story, he had a hard life growing up losing his parents and many other people from his village in a were attack. The tragedy of finding his family slaughtered has made him hate shifters especially wolves. What he doesn’t know when he grows up becoming jaded and hateful as the years pass is that he is the key to the fate of the shifter community’s future.
Alexander Prescott, is the youngest of the two Prescott boys, at first appearance he doesn’t seem like much but from the day he was born his fate was already made. His fate was and is to become the King of Wolves, the leader of all shifter kind to lead them through the hard times with the Asa Gods. Fate also gave him a protector a man and shifter to look out for him to protect him from evil, and had the sharpest eye. The fact that he had to convince that protector to not kill him first but to love him instead was never something he thought he had to do.
There are many more characters in my story, all of them play a huge part in the Caddo Norse series. They each will have their own story to tell as the Caddo Norse series continue and the conflict between the Asa Gods and the Fenrir wolf continues.

If you could have one wish what would it be?
To be able to write full time. To dedicate all my time to writing.

What's your deepest fear?
I have many really. I love my children so that something would happen to them is a fear that can come upon me. But if you asked me about something that is more on a daily basis it would be to unconsciously hurt people when I don’t mean too or to be disliked. I am a people pleaser through and through.
If I came to dinner what would you feed me?
Probably something very Swedish and since herring isn’t something most foreigner like it would most likely be Swedish meatballs with boiled potatoes, gravy and lingonberry.

Which of your characters would you like to be sharing the dinner table with us?
Honestly, I think I’d choose Eddie Tobias, he’s the fun easy going guy. The guy who makes everyone relax and chill without even trying.

Tell us in the character’s own words, what he/she would have to say about you.
Eddie: “Phetra, hmm…” Chuckles softly, rubbing his jaw. “Gotta love a headstrong woman with a kind heart. She’s a stubborn one, that’s for sure, but lovely. She might want to lay off the ten cups of coffee’s she’s having a day and sit down have a cup of herbal tea and just take a load of for a minute, or two. That would do her good if you ask me.”
What would they say (again in their own words) about themselves, and their story that will make us want to read about it?
Eddie: “I’m Coleman’s Beta it is my job to not only see to the well-being of the pack but to my Alpha. It’s my number one priority. We have long known that war is coming, and that Alpha’s youngest son, Alex, is to become the King of wolves, something that won’t be easy for either of us. The thing is none of us know how the Asa Gods will take the joining of the Fenrir wolf and his true vessel, Alex we can only hope that they don’t see it as a declaration of war.”

Which other fictional character(s) would you like to be present at the dinner party?
From my own stories I’d say Charlie Morin from Love of the Game, Aasim El-Batal from Silent Terrorism and of course Haven Naranjo and where he goes Alexander isn’t far behind so, yep, him too.
Other author’s characters would be Marcus and Jim from Sean Michael’s book Bent. Dick from Dan skinner’s book the Price of Dick and for no other reason than to poison the son of a bitch and hide his body. Anita Blake, vampire hunter (written by Lauren K. Hamilton) simply because she’s a kickass chick with sarcasm in plenty and you got to love those kind of characters and for drama and straight forwardness, Elisabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice. And this is only to mention a few… I think I need a bigger house for this dinner party!
What other authors would you say have either influenced your writing or you would like to emulate?
Wow… that’s one hard question. I can’t say that that I know one that I am trying to emulate. I just write what’s in my head. I think it would be better to ask a reader if I sound like someone because I can’t honestly say. But do I have authors I admire and would love to “be like”. Yes, many!
One of my all-time favourite authors especially within the M/M genre is Sean Michael. I love his books because they have everything there’s always a great story, well developed characters with their own fun and interesting characteristics. I love how Sean Michael have the ability to write sort of innocent romance “love dovey” books and then just turn around and turn the heat factor up by a thousand and write BDSM books that makes your blood sizzle. They are sexy, sometimes there are characters that piss me off so badly I have to put my kindle down and walk away so I don’t smash it, the Hammer Series have many such stories.  
Dan Skinner is another favourite author. I love how he in one book he can write this emotional story, like in Memorizing You, that will make you fall in love after reading just a few pages only to break your heart the next. Then in the next book, like the Price of Dick, he write this sexy story about a wonderful man who meets this narcissistic sociopath who make you want to shake one till they see reason and make you want to commit character murder to the other.
I could go on and on but what all authors that I like or admire have in common is that they make me feel things when I read their books, no matter if the feeling is good or bad. I walk away being touched. That is what I want someone to feel who have read one of my stories.

Which character from literature, would you most like to have invented?
Huh…. You’re killing me here. *ponders, ponders and ponders some more* Sweet Jesus this is hard… But on fun factor and kick ass woman of her time, I’d have to go with Elisabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice. She went against her time and did what felt right no matter if women were to do so or not. She was brave and headstrong, I do not identify at all with that. *winks*
What do you prefer writing. A one off novel, a series or short stories?
Novels and Series. Personally I can’t write short stories. I literary can’t I have tried and by the time I end it I’m past 50K. I am a wordy b**ch and couldn’t manage anything under 50K to save my life.

What kind of books do you read (if you have time to read)?
I love to read and read every day. I start and end each day by reading on my kindle. I read a lot of different books even if I mostly read within the M/M genre these days. But I love everything from Dean Koontz to Charlotte Bronte.

Where do you see yourself personally and professionally in 5 years time?
In five years I spend a bigger part of everyday writing instead of trying to get some writing into my day. I hope that I have manged to get myself out in the world and met some of all these amazing and talented authors who many become friends and people I admire greatly.
Personally, I try to grow as a person as much and often as I can. So in five years I hope I am giving back more to others than I am getting and that my family are as happy and well.

Do you have any other projects in the offing we should look out for?
Yes I have 3 more books coming out between now and April of next year.
Finding Home, sometime late December 2015
Love of the Game, February 19th 2016
Silent Terrorism: Saudi Arabia, April 22nd 2016

Where can we find you?
Twitter: @PhetraNovak

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Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Negotiating Love by Morticia Knight


Author Name: Morticia Knight
  Book Name: Negotiating Love
  Series: Sin City Uniforms Book: Five
  Release Date: October 27, 2015

Blurb(s): Can the kinky billionaire owner of Dark Fantasy Resort Casino capture the heart of a muscled SWAT officer with a secret fetish?

 SWAT Team Hostage Negotiator, Steve, wonders why he can’t stay away from the spoiled rich Allistair, owner of Dark Fantasy Resort Casino. They have mutual kinks - ones Steve can’t find with other lovers—but there’s something else about the emotionally detached, beautiful man that calls to him.

 Billionaire Allistair stays alone in his luxury penthouse apartment at the top of Dark Fantasy, terrified of the real world and of opening himself up to genuine emotions. He takes lover after lover, all of them allowing him to do whatever he wants to their bodies, in the hopes that they can scam something from him. One night is all he ever shares with a plaything—he knows they only want the money and luxury he can offer them and nothing more. But the down to earth Steve is different. They share the same kinks and are explosive when together. But could the muscled law officer ever want more than the lust-filled encounters that have become such an addiction?

 As they grow closer, they discover they also have to find a balance between Steve’s everyday world and Allistair’s entitled world before they can truly find an ever after. They also have to make sure Allistair stays safe. Filthy rich playboys are too tempting to those who seek the ultimate payday—and who aren’t afraid of hurting someone to get it.

  Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of BDSM and fetishism.

Friday, 23 October 2015

Aspect of Winter by Tom Early



Title: Aspect of Winter

Author: Tom Early

Publisher: Harmony Ink Press

Cover Artist: Sadie Thompson

Length: 260 pages

Release Date: October 15, 2015

Blurb: It’s hard enough being gay in high school, but Fay must also deal with hiding his magical ability—powers he barely understands and cannot possibly reveal. His best friend Sam is his only confidante, and even with her help, Fay’s life is barely tolerable.

Everything changes when Janus University, a college for individuals with magical capabilities, discovers the pair. When the university sends a student to test them, Fay and Sam, along with their classmate Tyler, are catapulted headfirst into a world of unimaginable danger and magic. Fay and Tyler begin to see each other as more than friends while they prepare for the Trials, the university’s deadly acceptance process. For the first time, the three friends experience firsthand how wonderful and terrible a world with magic can be, especially when the source of Fay’s power turns out to be far deadlier than anyone imagined.


AS IT turned out, being wedged into the small space below the math wing staircase was exactly as uncomfortable as I’d imagined. Now, I was in there of my own choice, sort of. I held still and listened, letting out a sigh of relief when I heard the boys’ voices fading. I decided it was safe and did my best to wriggle out.

Groaning, I brushed myself off and realized that I’d somehow managed to cover the majority of my backpack in a thick layer of dust. Rumor had it that years ago the staircase used to be green. Now it was gray. I looked at my backpack in disgust and let out a breath, concentrating. The dust glittered as a layer of frost covered it. When I hoisted my bag onto my back once more, the dust slid right off, the frost preventing it from clinging.

Clean backpack in hand, I trudged up the stairs, across the hall, and walked into the classroom. I took my customary seat in the back next to the poster detailing the derivative rules of calculus, feeling a flash of pity for Ms. King as I watched her try to get anyone to listen, and grabbed my book of the day as the front row began its usual antics. Today they asked Ms. King about her love life, which, while incredibly rude, was extremely successful in throwing her off-balance.

I would never understand high school, even after nearly four years of it. It seemed barely tolerable for everyone involved, including the people who fit in. I didn’t fit in, and so every day was a new chapter in the purgatory of hiding what I could do.

I sent a grateful prayer to the high school gods as class was interrupted by an announcement saying we needed to go to the nurse’s office for a new immunization or something. Ms. King pulled us out of the truly thrilling world of integrals and sent us down one at a time. I was one of the last to go.

Stepping back into the hallway, I prayed that I wasn’t going to run into any of Logan’s crowd again on my way down. The number of times I’d heard “fag” muttered under someone’s breath was already too high.

The school had two hallways running between the faculty area and the math wing, and most people took the lower one. I chose the glass hallway because it was usually empty (this surprised me as well, but apparently using stairs was just too much for many of my classmates), and it was pretty cool to be able to see the entire campus from what was effectively its highest point. I trailed a finger across the glass as I walked, leaving behind a fractal line of frost in the warm September air.

I smirked. For as long as I’d been at Owl’s Head High School, there had been, in the eloquent phrasing of high schoolers, “spooky shit” in the fall and spring where kids would come across ice or cold areas in warm weather. I knew I needed to keep my head down, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have a little fun.



Tom Early is currently a student at Tufts University who probably spends more time than is wise reading and writing instead of studying. More often than not, he can be found wrapped in a blanket on the couch forgetting most of the things he was supposed to do that day. 

When not writing, Tom can be found either reading, gaming, drawing, scratching his dog, or bothering his friends. He also frequently forgets that it’s healthy to get more than six hours of sleep a night, and firmly believes that treating coffee as the most important food group makes up for this. If you show him a picture of your dog, he will probably make embarrassingly happy noises and then brag about his own dog. He’s always happy to talk about any of his previous or current writing projects, because people asking him about them reminds him that he should really be writing right now.

Nephy’s World Interview

Let’s start by telling us, in twenty words, or less, what you’re book’s about.
Aspect of Winter is about a boy with magic named Fay who’s ready to stop pretending to be normal.
What was it that led you to write in the genre(s) you write?
I’ve always loved fantasy, especially contemporary fantasy. It’s a lot of fun to figure out how magic would work in a world that’s like our own instead of someplace else entirely.
Are your books character led or plot led, or both?
I tend to start with a vague idea of a plot, a beginning and an end. But beyond that I don’t know what’s going to happen with the story until the characters show me. I put them in the world, and they show me how they go about doing things.
What is your favourite part of the writing process?
Definitely the writing part, not the editing part. Creating is fun – finding the flaws in what you’ve created is less so, though probably more valuable. I’m especially fond of writing fight scenes and humorous dialogue.
What is your least favourite part of the writing process?
Editing, mostly. I have difficulty finding the errors in my own writing even when I know they’re there. That makes editing an agonizingly slow process with many drafts.
Where do you get your inspiration for your characters?
Depends on the story. For Aspect of Winter I got inspiration from my close friends from high school and my own imagination. Most of my characters are like more extreme versions of people I already knew. But beyond that it’s just a matter of writing and seeing what comes out.
Tell us a little about the characters in your book and their story. You can use more than twenty words this time.
The story is told from the perspective of Fay, who’s a gay teen who’s been hiding his powers for years. He wants nothing more than to finally feel like he belongs somewhere, and when a representative of Janus University comes to his school, he takes the opportunity.
Sam is Fay’s pansexual best friend, and she’s the one who’s ready and willing to take charge of any situation placed in front of her. She’s fierce and headstrong, and incredibly loyal. When it turns out that Fay isn’t the only one who can go to Janus University, she leaps at the chance.
Tyler, on the other hand, is a completely normal guy at Fay’s high school. He wouldn’t be involved in any of this if one of Fay and Sam’s attempts at magic hadn’t gone horribly awry. But Tyler has had a crush on Fay for months, and he’s willing to deal with the weird if it means spending time with Fay.
If you could have one wish what would it be?
Beyond wishing the world was a little bit nicer of a place to live in and all that, probably to be able to speak and read every language fluently. There’s a lot this world has to offer, and English really isn’t enough.
What's your deepest fear?
Being forgotten. I’m an introvert who spends more time with books than with people. It wouldn’t be a stretch, but I have my family and my friends.
If I came to dinner what would you feed me?
I’m not much of a cook, so either something simple like mac and cheese or we’re going to stare awkwardly at each other until one of us suggest going out for dinner.
Which of your characters would you like to be sharing the dinner table with us?
Tyler’s too polite to turn down an invitation. Sam would accept the invitation just to bother me, and Fay would probably prefer to stay as far away from me as possible. Probably Sam.
Tell us in the character’s own words, what he/she would have to say about you.
I love my characters, but I’m fond of the whole “kill your darlings” concept. Characters need to grow, and putting challenges in front of them is the best way to do that. So Sam would probably try to punch me.
What would they say (again in their own words) about themselves, and their story that will make us want to read about it?
“Look. If you wanna read about me, I can’t stop you. But Fay’s the one with the angsty stuff. I’m here because I know it’s what I want to do, and what I can do. Finding out about magic in the world was cool enough when Fay showed me what he could do. Finding out that I could do it too? Even cooler. Janus University might be a place full of psychos, but it’s the only place I can go to learn more about all of this.”
Which other fictional character(s) would you like to be present at the dinner party?
From my story? I’d probably also bring Fay just so I could hear him and Sam banter like they always do. Otherwise, I’d want to invite Kvothe, from Patrick Rothfuss’ Name of the Wind. I’m sure having more than one strong-willed, sarcastic magic-user at the table couldn’t possibly end badly.
What other authors would you say have either influenced your writing or you would like to emulate?
I’ve read a lot of stories over the course of my life, and when I write I tend to draw a little from all of them. Since I’m writing contemporary fantasy, I sometimes try to match the tone of authors like Kevine Hearne, who also write contemporary fantasy. For first person I often look to Patrick Rothfuss, since his books are amazing. But for the most part I’d just like to figure out what kind of writer I am, not how to be like someone else.
Which character from literature, would you most like to have invented?
There are a lot of cool characters out there, but I wouldn’t want to have created any character other than my own. It’d be really cool to claim credit for one of the characters that everyone knows, but I’d rather work up to being able to make a character like that myself.
What do you prefer writing. A one off novel, a series or short stories?
I haven’t been writing long enough to know for sure, but probably one off novels. Series are lots of fun, but I sometimes lose interest in an idea before the series is done.
What kind of books do you read (if you have time to read)?
Lots and lots of fantasy.
Where do you see yourself personally and professionally in 5 years time?
Probably still writing. Beyond that, I’m not sure.
Do you have any other projects in the offing we should look out for?
Nothing ready to talk about yet. But Aspect of Winter isn’t the only project I’ve spent a lot of time on, just the first to be finished. More books will be coming soon.
Where can we find you?

Probably hiding in a library somewhere.


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Wednesday, 21 October 2015

The Point of Evil by Victoria Blisse

What is The Point of Evil? New Release from Victoria Blisse.

The Point of Evil is the long-awaited fourth book in the Point Vamp Series from Victoria Blisse. In a world where vampire’s don’t need to kill to drink the blood they need, The Point has evolved as a meeting point for vampire’s to pick up their human dinner. All it takes is an orgasm to supercharge the human’s blood to a level that satisfies the darkest desires.

Steve is the third friend in a group of best mates to have his tale told. Kyle and Josh have both got tied down but Steve is determined it’ll never happen to him until he meets Eloise.


Blood and sex were all he ever wanted until love gave him something worth living an eternity for.
Steve—who had been a womanizer in life and was even more so in death—prowls the Point using his vampiric wiles to get the blood and sex he craves. He’s always looking for his next meal and when he sees a tall, curvy beauty with a red scarf around her neck, he thinks he’s found it.

Eloise is different—she’s shy and needs encouragement, and Steve just can’t get her out of his mind. He has to take his time, get to know her and slowly seduce her. When she disappears, leaving only a note begging him not to pursue her further, he can’t help himself and ends up in the service of George Aquino, a vampire crime boss with a penchant for twisted and cruel torture and a dungeon full of prisoners.

A daring rescue, a difficult choice and love against the odds. Do you dare visit the point of evil?
Reader Advisory: This book contains violence and references to rape and sexual assault.


I pushed my way through the bodies, both hot and cold, seeking out the young woman who’d caught my eye. The thumping club music throbbed in my head as I walked effortlessly through the crowd. That’s another vampire bonus—humans instinctively move out of your way, so I’ve not even bumped elbows for as long as I can remember.

I found her again, pressed against the wall and watching the action. Her black dress pulled in at the waist and accentuated her hips and her breasts, she wore a scarf around her neck, red as blood, and I wondered if she wasn’t as new and nervous as she first seemed. Why wear a scarf in a vampire club
unless you don’t want people to see you’ve been sucked before?

Although, I always heal my meals—it was just a courtesy. Some vamps liked to leave their mark and some humans liked to show off the puncture wounds like a trophy. The woman intrigued me all the more and we’d not even spoken. At last I caught up with her.

“Hey, I’m Steve. I’ve not seen you in here before, have I?”

She looked at me with an intense stare of ice cold blue then shook her head delicately.

“Welcome to The Point. How are you enjoying it so far?”

“It’s all right.” She shrugged. Her voice was like a perfectly honed bell, her accent as cut glass English as you could imagine.

“Well, it’s about to get better. Here, let me get you a drink.”

“I don’t drink,” she blurted.

“Oh, the bar does soft drinks, too. It doesn’t have to be alcoholic.”

“Yeah, of course.” She twiddled her fingers together in front of her nervously.

“Have you never met a vampire before?” I asked before I thought too much about it.

“I’ve met a lot of vampires before, just never here.”

“Oh, right. Well, you’re lucky. Most vamps who aren’t in The Point are vicious bastards who drink their fill of beauties like you.”

“I suppose I am lucky,” she replied with a soft, wistful smile.

“Come on, then, let’s go and get a drink.”

“Thank you, Steve, but I really shouldn’t. I probably should be getting home—”

“I know it’s nerve wracking and I’m not going to say I’ve not thought about sucking your blood, because I have, but I’m a gentleman. A drink is just a drink—there’s no pressure for anything else at all. I’d like to get to know you more, know your name even. Anything more is negotiable.”

“Oh, okay.” She said the words quickly like she wanted to get them out in the world before she changed her mind. “And my name is Eloise, so you know that now.”

“Thank you,” I replied and pressed my hand gently to the top of her arm. She flinched away so I pulled back. Eloise walked forward without any more prompting over to the bar.

“What would you like?” I asked.

“A lemonade, please.”

I flagged over Carol, and she poured out our drinks. Gracie was at the other end of the bar chatting to another vamp. She’d not even noticed I was back. I was glad—last thing this nervous little thing needed was Gracie up in her face.

“So, what brings you to The Point?” I asked, taking a sip of my bourbon and Coke. Alcohol doesn’t work much on vampires, but it had been my tipple as a human and it felt right to have the mellow burn and sweetness while I was chatting up a girl. A lot can be said for tradition—Josh had taught me that.

“Curiosity, I guess.” She shrugged. “I wondered what attracted people in.”

“Have you found it?”

She gently shook her head.

“You’ve not spoken to me long enough, yet.”

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Tuesday, 20 October 2015

Finding Beck by Louise Lyons

Author: Louise Lyons
Title: Finding Beck
Publisher: Smashwords
Cover artist: Simon Searle
Release date: October 20, 2015
Length: 33,400 words
Genre: Contemporary, 1990s, Gay Romance, Coming Out


Martin Lynch has spent the past few years following his best friend Graham’s example, dressing up to go out to their favorite rock club on Friday nights and going through the motions with girls, always missing that spark everyone talks about. 

One night in Jezebels nightclub on Martin's twentieth birthday he meets Beck, an androgynous person he initially tries to tell himself is “Becky”. But eventually when Martin feels that excitement he’s never experienced before and the evidence becomes too much to ignore, he’s forced to admit to himself that Beck is a man and accept that he could be gay. 

Martin fears the reactions of his best friend and his parents, but in his heart he knows that finding Beck has given him the one thing that’s always been missing, and he prepares to deal with the reactions of family and friends when their secret is discovered.


I left the flat at half past one and caught a bus to the adjoining town of Grimsby. When it pulled into the bus station at ten to two, and I looked out the window at the Barge which was right next to the station, panic filled me. I felt like a real shit for having asked Beck to meet me, and now I was going to ditch her… him. What if I’m wrong? What if she really is Becky?

I stumbled off the bus and dragged a hand through my hair. I’d never been so confused in my life. I’d known—I had to have known when we were kissing, and I’d been rock hard, desperate to touch and be touched. No one had ever made me feel like that. The way Beck’s lips felt on mine, firm and eager; the way his body felt in my arms until he pulled away.

I sat down on a bench and rested my elbows on my knees, my head hanging. Was this why I’d felt so little with all those girls? I really wanted someone like Beck? What would my parents say? And Graham?

“Fuck,” I muttered. Five minutes. I couldn’t be seen sitting outside the pub looking like I wanted to run away. I got to my feet, strode across the paved area toward the Barge, and stepped onboard. In two minutes I had a bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale in my hand and had taken a seat in a corner, relieved that no one I knew was in the pub. In fact other than me there were only four other people huddled in a group. I wiped my hands on the edges of the seat, took a gulp of my beer, and checked my watch. Two minutes. My heart slammed against my ribs and I grabbed for the beer again, desperate to relieve my dry mouth.

Minutes passed and I repeatedly glanced at the steps leading up to the entrance, but no one else entered the pub. I finished my beer as slowly as I could manage, and eventually two men came in, but neither one was Beck. One of them had a pet rat sitting on his shoulder and I stared in fascination as he collected drinks and crisps from the bar, and sat down with his friend. He fed the rat bits of the crisps while he sipped his drink. Weird.

Two thirty came and went, and the time crawled onward to three o’clock. I returned to the bar for another beer and hovered there, unsure whether to stay or go. I’d never been stood up before. Maybe Beck had got held up. Or maybe he’d changed his mind the same way I had.

I stayed just in case. I made my second drink last until almost four o’clock, holding my breath every time someone new entered the pub, and my spirits sinking a little more each time it wasn’t Beck. Eventually, I left my empty bottle on the nearby table and made my way up the steps and out into the humid air. The word pathetic came to mind when I thought about how I’d sat there alone for two hours when I’d clearly been stood up. I’d have laughed at anyone else doing that and called them a loser.

By the time I reached home I was fed up and angry with myself. It was probably for the best that Beck hadn’t shown up. I’d only been going to tell him it wasn’t going to happen, so he’d saved me the trouble. Except I’d still sat there for two hours, waiting and hoping.

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About the Author
Louise Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy. Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of 8, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered FanFiction in her late twenties.
Posting stories based on some of her favorite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing “hobby” more seriously.
Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad Dobermann, and a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider, and loves to run long-distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races into the house afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes.
Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and joy, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.

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