Friday, 29 January 2016

My Guest ~ Embry Carlysle

Storming Love ~ Volvano
Simon & Bryce
Publisher: MLRPress

There were only two things Simon wants in his life. To fulfill a lifelong dream of visiting Pompeii, and to finally step out of the closet with his longtime boyfriend, Bryce. It seems both are going to happen and Simon is thrilled. However, two months before they're set to go, his hopes are dashed and he finds himself going alone. Determined to have a good time and to put the past behind him, Simon is ready to tackle whatever his uncertain future holds, with or without the love of his life.

Bryce is living the American Dream. He's country music's golden boy and doesn't see that changing. He's paid his dues to get where he is, though he's had to live a lie. Being openly gay was never something he could do and he thought his boyfriend, Simon, understood this. Then Simon plans a trip to Pompeii, the one place he has always wanted to visit. Bryce knows there is no way to keep his secret if he goes. So he does the unthinkable and backs out, even though he knows how devastated his lover and best friend is going to be.

They finally find their way together but a volcanic eruption changes their plans and they'll have to discover which is stronger; Mother Nature or true love.

Simon Daniels
Austin, Texas
Summer 2016

  Deep breath in...deep breath out...

  "I can do this, all I have to do is close my suitcases, sit them by the door and walk out of my room, all without shedding a tear." Riiight. "No seriously, not one more flipping tear. I made the decision to do this alone, and damn it, that's what I'm going to do! So you can stop looking at me like that, because I'm through with my pity party."

  Deep breath in...deep breath out...

  "Okay." My voice was deceptively calm, my hands loose at my sides. "If you'll just let me rant for a few more minutes I swear I will never bring it up again. Cross my heart." Crossing my fingers over my heart for effect, I took a deep, fortifying breath before I went on. I really did feel that if I didn't get all this pent up anger out right now, I would never be able to get on that plane in the morning and take the trip I had planned nearly all my life.
Standing in front of my dresser, I lightly touched the framed picture of me at my college graduation. My two best friends—one of which was the love of my life—flanked me on either side as we cheesed it up for the camera. Life was so much easier then. Letting go of the frame, I turned back to my sounding board who was trying, valiantly I'm sure, to keep up with me.

  "I don't understand how he could just let me go. I mean I realize I'm the one who told him I was done waiting, but he could have fought me, fought for us. Ugh, could I be a bigger diva? No...don't answer that." Stopping at the foot of my bed, a sudden chill spread all over my body. "Oh God this is not going to work, I can't go by myself. What will I do? Wander around Europe alone?" Slumping down on to my bed, I knew the answer. I'm not a chicken shit, and even though it was a scary proposition, I had thought of nothing else for two months, and I knew Jack was sick to death of listening to me whine. Looking at him now, I could practically see his eyes rolling in his furry face. Seriously, what did I expect a seventy-five pound mass of doggy delight to do? If he were human, he probably would have run me over with my own car by now.
"Thanks dude, for making me feel so much better about all this." He yapped in answer then jumped up, laid his massive paws on my shoulders and gave me a wet, sloppy dog kiss across the face. I just laughed. "Nice comeback." He shook his head then proceeded to lie back down. Truthfully, I think he was ready for me to be gone already.

  A year ago, when I finally planned this trip and made all the arrangements, I truly thought my boyfriend was as excited as I was. It was going to be a chance for us to spend time together, just the two of us. I should have known his lack of said excitement and growing physical distance were an indicator of things to come. Sure didn't make it suck less though.

  Bryce and I first met when we were roommates our freshman year at the University of Texas. The minute he smiled at me, I knew I was in trouble. It also confirmed what I had long suspected. I was, without a doubt, gay. It took the entire year for us to give into our feelings, and even then, we kept it hidden from everyone we knew. Back then, my path was all about getting my degree and eventually my doctorate. His was about becoming famous one day. Long story short, we both got what we wanted. The relationship was mutually beneficial for both of us, until one day, it simply wasn't. I became a walking cliché, because sadly, I fell in love with my best friend and eventually wanted the world to know, he on the other hand was perfectly happy with our relationship as it was. With both of us in the closet and me playing the side kick bestie-slash-secret lover. I'm not gonna lie, I went along with it for years because I loved him with all my heart. Hell, I still do.

  Yet through it all, the secrets and lies, we managed to make things work for a pretty long time. But this last year, things had become so strained, with us spending less and less time together. That's why this trip was so important to me. It was a way for us to reconnect. Maybe get us back to where we were, once. Then two months ago Bryce did the unthinkable, and I had had enough. Ergo the reason I'm going on this trip by myself. Damn it, why does it hurt so much? Why can't I just stop loving him?

  At this very moment, my best girlfriend Lindsey, whom I lovingly refer to as my sister from another mister and her adorable eleven-year-old twin daughters, Langston and Sloane, were out in my living room waiting for us to go eat. Lindsey was the other person in my graduation picture. She had been there our sophomore year, living in the same apartment complex we did. The three of us hit if off from the start. Even when we finally confided in her, she never once judged us for being together, nor did she ever give up our secret. She is closer to me than my own siblings. She and the girls arrived from Houston this morning and would be staying at my house for the next two weeks while I'm in Europe. She offered to take care of my house, my boy Jack, while giving them time in Austin and San Antonio for a mini vacation. I had dreamed of taking this trip since I was in tenth grade. It was in my world history class, when my teacher told us about Pompeii. I can still remember the passion in the man's voice when he regaled us with stories about all the people who were literally buried under the ash and rock from Mt. Vesuvius after it erupted. It changed me in some inexplicable way. I decided then and there, I would one day pay homage to them. It was also the reason why I became a Professor of Ancient Civilizations at my Alma Mater. And that was probably way more ‘scholarly’ information than anyone really cared about. I also think I have procrastinated long enough.

  "Okay ladies, let's get this show on the road!" I yelled out into my living room as I finally zipped up my two suitcases that had been lying open on my bed while I was having my mini melt down, and placed them by the door. All I got in response was loud squeals followed by; "Oh my God!" and "He's so hot!" drifting in through my bedroom door. I can only imagine with two preteen girls who they were going on about. Heck, I could even hear Jack howling in there. No doubt it was that cute boy band that's so popular, on the T.V. To be honest, I'd be squealing too if I was out there. They are quite...shit what was I going to do again? Oh yeah living room.

  Finally turning off the light, I left my room to join them, and as I came down the small hallway and entered my living room, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw who they were going on about. My head fell forward, chin nearly touched my chest in absolute despondency. Well, maybe that's a bit melodramatic, but still. All I could think was: Why can't it be those boys? Why...why...why, the ever loving fuck did it have to be him? Bryce Lancaster. Country music's bad boy wet dream. Singing on my 54 inch plasma screen, the image was so clear he actually looked like he was performing in my house. From his signature backwards baseball cap, his multi-pierced ears, full sleeve tattoos on both arms to his tight blood-red T-shirt and snug jeans with cowboy boots, the man was six foot five inches of delectable eye candy.

  And the reason for my current despair. I really didn't feel so good anymore. My palms were sweaty, and I thought I might puke. Luckily, no one seemed to notice my distress.

  "Uncle Simon," the name they've called me since they could talk, was shouted from Langston as she barreled toward me. Her blonde pixie style hair and cornflower blue eyes made her look like she could be my own daughter. Something I used to joke with Lindsey's ex-husband about, much to his disgust. Her sister Sloane, however, took after their father with her ginger-colored, shoulder length hair and sea green eyes. The girls were fraternal so it had always been easy for me to tell them apart.

  Langston grabbed on to my arm, dragging me across my teakwood floors further into the room, making my bare feet stumble a bit. Sloane joined her on my other side as they began their weird twin speak.

  "O.M.G. Uncle Simon is it—"

  "True you know Bryce Langston—" Uh yeah, and so does your mom.

  "And he was your roommate at—"

  "UT. And you actually helped him—"

  "With his getting into the music business—" Okay, that's not entirely true.

  "And that you're still really good friends, and you go to Nashville to see him all the time—" I am so gonna kill Lindsey. What the hell was she thinking?

  "And you were with him when he got his tattoos?!" This particular question came from both of them at the same time as if they had actually rehearsed the words. What was it with tattoos and the younger generation? Good God they're only eleven.

  "Girls, let Uncle Simon breathe," Lindsey finally said from her perch on one of my barstools where she looked like a queen about to hold court. She's wearing a whimsical type dress that floated around her body, and her blonde hair was braided down the side of her neck. She actually looked more like a fairy than a queen. Or maybe Queen of the Fairies, and there I went again, losing my train of thought. What was it again? Oh yeah the girls and Lindsey and fu—reaking Bryce. I was actually so pissed at Lindsey. We made an agreement a long time ago concerning Bryce and how we weren't going to tell the girls about knowing him because it would be too confusing, not to mention extremely hard for them to keep that a secret.

  Not the part about me being gay, they've known that for a while now. Actually, how they found out was kind of a funny story. When they started second grade their dad got remarried, so the girls got it into their squishy little heads that their mom and I should get married too. Like to each other. Even though that was virtually impossible, what with us living so far away from each other and all, which was my explanation. They still thought we should. Lindsey chose a different explanation. She decided honesty was the best policy. She explained how I loved men, like, well, like she loved men. Yeah, you can imagine how that went over, the more she talked the more she ended up sounding like some kind of wanton woman. The girl's eyes were huge as she tried to dig herself out of the gigantic sexual revolutionary hole she had put herself in. I came to the rescue by saying how everyone on earth was allowed to love whoever they wanted. And that one day their mommy would find someone to make her happy just like their douche bag father had. Of course I left the douche bag part out. After recovering from her descent into the sex education from hell conversation, Lindsey and I both realized it was necessary to keep the girls in the dark about Bryce altogether. At the time, he was still struggling to make it in Nashville. Hell, even her ex-husband never knew the true story. He met Lindsey when her job at the time relocated her to Dallas from Austin, so he had never been around Bryce. Pulling myself out of the past, I looked down at my arms which were still being held by the girls.

  "Ah, Mom, come on. We just want to ask him questions," moaned Langston. Then together they said, "Puhleeeease." It's beyond my comprehension how those two girls could make a one syllable word sound like it's twenty. The looks on their faces though, made me want to spill all. Almost. But payback's a bitch, and I think if this conversation continued for any longer, these super smart girls were going to be a bit upset with mommy dearest.

  "Girls, I do know Bryce, and yes, we were roommates in college, but since he has become so famous, I haven't seen him in ages." Liar, liar pants on fire. The shit my mind came up with sometimes.

  "So can we meet him, I mean..." Sloane paused a few seconds then she scrunched up her nose like she was putting some things together in her head, and I began to feel dizzy.

  "Wait a minute. Why haven't we ever met him?" Sloane asked before the wheels of her brain began to spin out of control, and I braced myself for another onslaught of questions, which luckily were blasted at their mother this time. I had a sudden desire to stick my fingers in my ears and say nanny, nanny, boo, boo!

  "Mom, if Uncle Simon knows him then you have to know him too. I mean y'all were friends in college, and Oh...My...God, you do know him!" Langston, finally catching on, shouted. "Right?" Her voice suddenly went very soft as if she's not sure she should have said anything. I can see her brain trying to put it all together. Then her wary gaze went back and forth between me and her mom.

  And there it was. The elephant in the room. I shot a quick glare at Lindsey who actually looked remorseful and maybe a little petrified for basically starting this whole thing. The girls actually had met him years ago when they were maybe four years old. Lindsey had finally left her ass-hat husband and came to stay with me for a few weeks while I helped her nurse her broken heart. Bryce was still playing in local bars around the Austin area, as well as some bars throughout Texas. He was beginning to make a name for himself and was close to signing his first record deal. Which would come about six months later. At the time, we never gave a thought to the girls because they were so little and wouldn't understand anyway.

  "Can we go see him in concert? I'm sure he'll come to Austin or Houston or even Dallas where Daddy lives." Like any other eleven year old, Langston could change gears faster than an Indy 500 driver. All her previous questions seemed to be forgotten, though I knew her more astute sister wasn't going to let this go so easy. She was currently staring daggers at her mom. Not that I could blame her.

  I looked down at Langston who was staring at me with her big blue eyes, pleading for me to say yes. It was so hard for me to refuse both girls anything, but the very idea of taking them to see him made me physically ill. Just thinking about him made my heart ache. And damn it, the show was still on, and there he was strutting his stuff across the screen as if he had not a care in the world. He owned the freaking stage he was on, and I could hear the screams coming from the audience. The microphone was so close to his mouth, and gods, do I know what that mouth could do. Oh shit I could not be having these thoughts! Okay it was seriously time for a change of scenery, and subject and anything else I could think of. Thank God I was saved by Lindsey, the traitor. I really needed to have a come to Jesus meeting with her and myself. When I got back.

  "Okay girls, enough about Bryce tonight, Simon doesn't need the extra stress right now." I swear I heard her mumble under her breath "nor do I." But I couldn't be sure because the girls were moaning and groaning, but doing what their mother asked of them.

  "Let's go get some dinner. I'm starving, and we all have to get up super early in the morning to take Uncle Simon to the airport. So how about we get our shoes on and head out the door." She at least gave me a sympathetic look, but I had a feeling she was in for a shit storm later on. Served her right. Even though it meant the girls wouldn't get their answers tonight.

About Embry
Embry Carlysle can't remember a time when she didn't want to be a writer, from her first story about an elephant and his tennis shoes to the her current WIP's it has been a dream of hers to let the characters that live inside her head out to play. Her first love is paranormal, her second men who love men. What could be better than that? Well writing a m/m paranormal story of course!

In her real life she lives in the south with her two teenage children and an assortment of furry friends. 

Find Embry Here

Saturday, 23 January 2016

My Poor Mum

This is the after picture of my mums hand after having a blood test. It looks worse in real life - much darker... Her hand is sore as all get go. It was crazy, because after they removed the needle I saw the top of her hand filling with blood and then the doctor had to try and get it under control. The bruise wraps around into her palm.

My Guest ~ L.M. Brown

Destiny & Dragons

Darker Themes
Hi everyone.  Thank you, NJ, for letting me visit here today to talk about my newest novella, Destiny & Dragons.

My fairy tale series are light and humorous and quick little reads to pass the afternoon. But as some readers have already figured out, there are also more serious themes in the tales.

In Let Down Your Hair it was about acceptance of yourself and your partner, without trying to change them.  It was about living your life the way you want to, without fear of what others think of you.

For Potions & Prisons I delved into sacrifice, and what you would give up to be with the one you love – which seems to be a theme for more than one of my books.

Destiny & Dragons is my third fairy story and it also touches on the theme of sacrifice, but it is not the only topic I raise. 

Abandonment by your family is a popular theme in MM romances. Too many teens come out to their families only to be disowned or kicked out of their homes.  In a contemporary setting this can work very well.  In a fairy tale setting, not so much.  So I went with a different type of abandonment, more fitting for this particular kingdom. 

Runt, the sweet young dragon, has suffered the worst kind of abandonment and has lost hope entirely, when he is found by Marcus.  Left behind by his family, held prisoner, tortured, and abused, he has a lot of issues to work through if he is going to get a happy ending.

I hope you enjoy my fairy tales, whether for the simple humour or the more serious topics I raise in them.

When Lord Marcus set out on his quest, it seemed a simple enough task to accomplish. Slay the dragon and rescue the princess, securing his father's approval and earning his happily ever after—only the princess is a witch and the dragon is nowhere to be seen. Instead he finds a young man who has a very big secret and is in far greater need of rescuing. Marcus's well planned quest might have taken an unexpected turn, but his happy ending could still be within his grasp, if he can earn the trust of a dragon who has been betrayed and hurt by everyone he has ever known.

  Once the servants had departed, Marcus went to fetch Runt from the bedroom so he could take a bath. As Runt stripped out of his borrowed clothes, Marcus tried not to stare at his body. When he caught Robert's knowing glance, he scowled and set about scrubbing at Runt's hair with a little more force than was necessary. When Runt cringed at his ministrations, he mumbled apologies and made an effort to take more care. He tried to keep his touches business-like, but he didn't fool anyone and certainly not himself. As he washed away the layers of dirt, bruises upon bruises were revealed, along with more scars than Marcus had ever seen on another living being. Marcus's heart ached when he saw the abuse the poor dragon had suffered.

  He was vaguely aware of Robert and Aiden leaving the chambers, but he couldn't take his eyes off Runt. A thin scar, several years old, stretched down the length of his arm. Marcus traced the raised flesh with his finger.

  "One of the princes did that," Runt whispered. "I was lucky. If I hadn't moved just in time, he would have pierced my heart. Sometimes I used to wonder whether I might be better off if one of them had."

  "No!" Marcus took Runt into his arms, cautious not to hold him too tightly. "Never say that. You're safe now."

  "I'd given up," Runt cried. "When you came to the castle, I'd given up hope of ever being free again. I longed for the pain to end. I just wanted everything to be over."

  Marcus carried Runt to the rug in front of the fire. He held the dragon while he sobbed and Marcus murmured nonsense words into his ear. He vowed the witch would be dead before the end of the year. No one else would suffer at her hands.

Author Bio
L.M. Brown is an English writer of MM and MMM romances. She believes there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other… unless it is three.

L.M. Brown loves hearing from readers so don't be shy.

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Twitter: @LMBrownAuthor

Thursday, 21 January 2016

Updates ~ Well, Kind Of...

Okay, I know everyone is wondering if I'm up to date on everything I have set out to do this year... well the answer is 'NO'. But, I'll have caught up by the end of Feb... I have kept up to date mostly in longhand... I just haven't typed it all up on the computer.

The Lines Of Marsden 4: The Trail Of Red Roses... I am on track, and even wording it so the short offshoot Christmas novella at the end of the year... I feel good about this storyline.

Moon Runners 2: I Won't Let You Go... I have just over half of this written, but need to go back through and rewrite a whole section as it doesn't make sense, and I have no idea what it has to do with the story itself... I hate it when that happens.

Lancaster's Way 3: Pre-loved...This is up to date and all written in longhand. I have no excuse except to say that I have been suffering a bout of bronchitis and hadn't been on the computer for five days... so the ones in long hand will continue to be written in longhand until I find the time to type everything up.

The Connelly Chronicles 2: Beautiful Goodbyes... This story has been one drama after another. I just can't get it right. I keep getting close to finishing, then pulling it apart and redoing it all over again ~ frustrating as hell I can tell you.

Still waiting to hear back on Intended Mates 1: Lay Your Body Down... and Wardens Of The Guild 1: The Real You...

Friday, 8 January 2016

All Cock & No Bull Blog Hop

Okay, I'm participating in this hop, and honestly I have no clue what I'm doing. So I hope you will all forgive me... In saying that here is what's happening Michael Marsden decided it would be best if I interviewed him...Seeing as he is the king and all. So I thought I would just do it to appease him. I borrowed these questions from someone else's blog when I promo'd over there. I hope you enjoy.

Interview with Michael Marsden 
(The Lines of Marsden)

What do you hope reader's take away from this retelling of your story?
I hope people will come to learn that even though we are all different races and species. Underneath we are basically all the same. We all have our own insecurities that we have to deal with.

What is one thing your storyteller got right?
My author got right just how beautiful and special my Sweetness is. I think people all over the world could benefit from having their own Sweetness in their lives.

What is one thing your storyteller misrepresented?
Actually, she got wrong just how brave I am… I can tell you now—I’m just not that cool calm and collected.

If you could have changed one of your actions—just one—what would it be, and why?
I think we are the way we are for a reason… but if I could take back one thing it would be opening my damn mouth and proclaiming myself as king of the vampire legions—what the hell was I thinking?

Who would you want to play you in a movie-retelling of your story? Who would play your love interest?
Benj… only joking. Don’t tell him I said that. Gypsy and Babe would tell you Jonathan Rhys Meyers. Apparently we have the same lips—go figure.

What is a quote you live by?
Fool me once—shame on you. Fool me twice—shame on me. Fool me a third time—I’ll hunt you down and exact revenge.

Excluding your own, what is your favorite book?
Mainstream: anything by David Eddings.
LGBTQ: anything by Charlie Richards.

What would you have named your story?
What The Fuck… I find myself saying that more and more these days.

What event in your life would make a wonderful short-story addition to your story?
Probably all the crap I got up to between Babe being taken into his mind by Sebastian and Blake showing me how to get him back… It wasn’t a good time for me, and it won’t show me in a good light, but it would be interesting none the less. It would also show why I do some of the things I do.

Was there anything your storyteller left out that you’d like your fans to know?
Actually she pretty much got us spot on. Sweetness said we needed to be open and honest, or as Gypsy said we just had to let it all hang out for the world to see.

Were you reluctant to have your story told?
Honestly, I didn’t think I was that interesting. Hell, in my human years I had to have my sister be my bodyguard. Nowadays I’m quite willing to defend myself and everyone else I consider family.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
I wish I could be stronger… instead of always second guessing myself.

Did your storyteller take any artistic liberties? If so, please set the story straight.
Yeah there is something that needs to be set straight, NJ didn’t make Gypsy anywhere as bossy as she is in real life—don’t tell Gyps I said that or she’ll kick my arse—again.

In what setting would you have preferred your story to have taken place?
Maybe on another planet, because seriously, this kind of shit doesn’t really happen on Earth, right?

Your storyteller told some pretty embarrassing tales about you. Is there any secrets you’d like to share about them?
No, because NJ still hasn’t finished writing my story… come back and ask me that question again after book 6 is written and released.

Your story is being made into a musical. What's the name of your song?
The River by Good Charlotte.

Pick a scene in your story. What song is playing in the background?
The scene where I see Doyle again for the first time in book 3: You Make Me Die In Pieces. So right now it would be a Nickelback songNever Going To Be Alone… this is what I was feeling when Sweetness couldn’t remember me and we always ended up fighting.

What is your favorite chapter of your story?
I don’t have one… an event I’ most grateful for is when Maffa bit Gypsy and converted her into a werewolf… It was when I realized she would be able to stay with me forever… Mind you, Babe was willing to convert her into a vampire if necessary.

If price was no consequence, what gift would you buy your love interest?
I would buy Sweetness the world.

What first attracted you to your love interest?
I don’t know… at first I didn’t see it all. I think it mainly snuck up like a gradual thing… then Gypsy told me to open up my eyes and see what was before me—that just happened to be Sweetness. Sometimes Gypsy’s bossiness is a good thing.

What surprises you most about your love interest?
I think Sweetness is the strongest person I know. Nothing ever phases him.

At what moment did you know you were in love?
As everyone will tell you—I’m pretty clueless about things like that. Like I said earlier—I had to be told.

If you could watch your love interest's childhood as a film, would you?
Yes, I would want to know everything about him in every incarnation of his life—as we found out recently we have lived and died through a few.

What is one moment in your love interest's life—before you met—you wish you could have experienced?
That’s a hard one… I don’t know really. Maybe I would like to see if he was as cute as a child as he was as a man. Maybe how he interacted with his family. Like I said I would like to know everything.

Put three items in a time capsule you will open in 25 years. What are your items?

1. A pictures of my whole family—both past and present.
2. Christian’s Grandfather’s ring. Maybe then it would keep Babe’s power out of the hands of others.
3. A list of all our names and job descriptions for all future generations. Just in case that stupid bitch, Venetia gets a lucky shot in, and we have to start our life cycles all over again.

where you can find the other participating authors .
My prize is the offer of two books from my back list.
All you need to do is leave a comment.
 Also let me know which book and what format you would need.
(pcr/mobi - pdf - epub)
I will pick the winner on the 15th - when the hop ends.