My Guest ~ Francis Gideon

The Boyfriend Rule

Release Date: December 11

Publisher: MLRPress

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Billy Lawson hates Christmas. The carols, the gaudy decorations, and the crowds seem to be even worse this year. To make matters worse, it looks like Billy’s father, Jimmy, will be stuck in the hospital over the holiday season due to his illness. Billy thinks he’s fine, but when Nate wants to go to yet another holiday party, Billy ditches the cookies he’s making and the party. Just when Billy thinks he’ll be alone on Christmas, Nate reminds him that there are certain rules boyfriends must abide by.

Message From Francis

 Hello! A big thank you to N.J for hosting me on her lovely blog. I'm Francis Gideon and today I want to talk about my story The Boyfriend Rule, which acts as a holiday sequel to How To Make A Carrot Cake (August 2014, MLR Books). These stories are both contemporary m/m erotic romances, focusing on the relationship between Nate Reid and Billy Lawson. The sequel has the couple in an already established relationship, past the honeymoon stage and already worked through one of their bigger issues from the first book. Now the main conflict is the holiday season itself, which stresses Billy out. When a co-worker explains to Billy that there is a "boyfriend rule" that involves Billy sticking it out with Nate as he goes to family functions and holiday parties, Billy's not too sure if he can handle it. In fact, he's pretty sure he can't. While Billy prepares to bail, Nate has his own plans—and his own rule to follow—to ensure that everyone is happy this holiday season. 

 During a party scene in the middle of the story, Nate makes a reference to his friend Evan who covers Christmas songs by punk bands. This isn't touched on again in the story, but I have to mention it now: punk covers of Christmas songs are my favourite thing about the holiday. I'm a lot like Billy's character, especially around the season; everything stresses me out and while my partner drags me to a million functions, I really wish I was at home baking while watching Christmas episodes of Bob's Burgers, or listening to the Ramones "Merry Christmas (I Don't Want To Fight)."

 Music is a large part of my writing process (the first book has its own playlist on my 8tracks account under FrancisGideon), and while I need to write in absolute silence, I usually edit with something on in the background. My perfect playlist for The Boyfriend Rule involves The Ramones, Fall Out Boy, and Rancid, along with these other atypical Christmas songs.

Play List

• Forget December—Something Corporate
• Xmas Eve—Rancid
• Alone This Holiday—The Used
• Xmas Sux—Frank Iero
• I Won't Be Home For Christmas—Blink 182
• Yule Shoot Your Heart Out—Fall Out Boy
• Christmas In Ohio—Brandston
• Xmas Cake—Rilo Kiley
• Joey Had A Smoke—Meg & Dia
• Merry Christmas (I Don't Want To Fight)—Ramones

 What do you think? A lot of these may seem too crass for Christmas, but like Billy, Nate, and Evan (the guy who has the band), I'm still pretty young. Maybe I'll grow into the classics, but for now, like Billy, I like where I am.

What's your favourite Christmas song? Comment with your favourite (punk cover or otherwise) and your email for a chance to win both How to Make a Carrot Cake and The Boyfriend Rule. Happy Holidays! 

Excerpt

  After a moment, Nate adds, “Have I ever told you much about Evan?”

  Billy shakes his head. “I thought we were headed to John’s party?”

“We are. But John is particular. He’s like the older brother of the crew, so it makes him seem far more advanced. He’s the one getting married.”

  “Ah. And kids?”

  “Probably soon.” Nate’s face flashes with anxiety, as if he’s also as unnerved by the sudden maturity of his friends. “But Evan is actually in a punk band. I’m pretty sure they’re playing a concert right before the party. It’s all punk rock Christmas covers, but still, pretty cool, right?”

  “Yeah, actually,” Billy admits. “That is cool.”

  “He also doesn’t drink, and probably wants to go vegetarian, so your goodies will be appreciated.”

  “Well, that’s a relief,” Billy says. He adds another spice to the cart, and tries to remember the recipe. “I think I’m good. Are you?”

  Nate scans the items in his cart before nodding. “Definitely.”

  As they shuffle to the front of the store, Billy realizes how congested it’s already gotten. The annoying grind of Christmas music spills over the speakers, making Billy grate his teeth and wish for the punk rock covers and not Mariah Carey. Red and green colors from Christmas decorations seem to pulsate along with the music, until they finally reach the cashier. She’s perky and far too cheery, but thankfully, doesn’t wish them Happy Holidays or Merry Christmas by the time they cash out.

  “All right. Anymore stops?” Nate asks after they put the groceries in the backseat of Marlee’s car.

  “No, I’m okay.”

  “Good. Because I think I was gonna kill Rudolph if I heard another song.”

  Billy laughs. “Me too, me too.”

  When Nate turns the radio to something that’s playing 1980s hits instead of Christmas music, Billy starts to believe that he’ll make it through the night.

About Francis

Francis Gideon is a writer of m/m romance, but he also dabbles in mystery, fantasy, historical, and paranormal fiction. He has appeared in Gay Flash Fiction, Chelsea Station Poetry, and the Martinus Press anthology To Hell With Dante.  He lives in Canada with his partner, reads too many comics books, and drinks too much coffee. Feel free to contact him, especially if you want to talk about horror movies, LGBT poetry, or NBC’s Hannibal. 

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My Guest ~ Jambrea Jo Jones

Blood On The Moon

This is already up for early download

General Release: December 29

Publisher: Pride Publishing

Publisher's Note: This book has been previously released as part of the Unconventional in San Diego anthology by Pride Publishing.

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Be careful what you wish for, especially when you’re a witch.

Montague Ramey wanted something to happen in his life. He thought when he found out he was a witch that his life would become more exciting, but it was the same thing every day. His coven was nice and boring, as was his job with the television station anchoring the news. The only excitement he got was going to the local bar, but there weren’t very many men who wanted to play. That was, until the moon turned red and his life changed.

After Kishar Nichelson’s motorcycle stalled on the highway with no traffic in sight, he stumbled into a small town around midnight, the red moon guiding his way. On the run and weak, Kishar needed to figure out where he was and who was after him before lack of sex killed him.

Can a witch and an incubus solve the mystery before one of them dies? The blood on the moon wasn’t the only thing they had to worry about. Meddling family, close calls with death and a missing witch are enough to keep anyone busy, but can Kishar and Montague still find time for love?

  

Message From Jambrea
Thank you for having me Norma!

I love being in the Unconventional anthologies that Pride does for GRL. This year we took on the paranormal. I wanted to do something different because you always see vampires and shifters so I went for a witch and an incubus. I had a lot of fun writing it, and I love being in an anthology with these woman. :)

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Montague Ramey left the bar Unconventional after beating his friend Ivan Brusilov in a game of pool. He had no idea why he put up with the unicorn. Ivan persisted on calling him Monty no matter how many times Montague insisted that was not his name. Of course, he’d have no excitement if he didn’t have Ivan in his life. Playing pool with his friend was about all the excitement he’d have that week. Maybe he should have had another glass of wine before he left for home. It wasn’t like he was driving. And his house wasn’t that far from the bar. No matter, he had a bottle at home he could dip into. He didn’t have to work at the television station on Saturday. It was his weekend to…do nothing.

God, his life was boring.

It was midnight, the witching hour. He laughed at himself. His coven probably wouldn’t find it funny, but it was made up of a bunch of older ladies who were set in their ways. It was the only coven around, so he made do. His adoptive parents, being fully human, had done what they could to embrace his magical powers. It had come as a surprise when puberty had hit and his body had gone crazy. His parents had searched for a coven close to home, and when they’d found the group of older women, the coven had been happy to take him on as a prodigy.

Once he’d been accepted, his parents had moved to be even closer so he could seek assistance when he had questions about his powers. Puberty was a bitch, and he’d needed the help.

Montague had been fresh blood for the coven, who all had daughters and granddaughters they wanted to marry off to a magical being. It was a small community and they were happy to have him. At first, it had done nothing for his social life—he was introduced to the eligible women—but once the coven had found out he was gay, they’d started looking for a good man for him.

Luckily, there weren’t many gay men around for them to throw his way. He’d joined when he was fifteen, so that could have been very embarrassing and traumatized him for life. They meant well. He knew that.

After his parents died, Montague had taken over the cottage he’d grown up in. It settled his soul, being in the home his mom and dad had loved so much. Sometimes he could feel them surrounding him. One of the perks of being magical.

Montague looked up at the moon and stopped walking. Blood on the moon. That was bad. Very, very bad. Something was about to happen and it wasn’t going to be good. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Montague needed to get home—he’d rather read about the results of the blood moon than be involved in it. He was up for adventure, but he wasn’t crazy. He hurried his pace, making sure to keep an eye on his surroundings.

The best thing for a witch to do was batten down the hatches and wait the night out. Maybe put out some protective spells or something to keep the bad away from them. Being magical drew the attention of the universe, be it good or bad. He should contact the others in his coven, but right now he needed the safety of his home. His coven was probably all asleep by now anyway, so he’d check in tomorrow to make sure they were okay.

Montague all but ran to his little cottage, wasting no more time being outside than he had to. He fumbled with the keys. He would blame it on the drink even if he hadn’t had much—it was more fear than anything else. He’d lost his adoptive parents on a night with a blood moon. His heart ached thinking about not being able to help them on the day they’d died.

About Jambrea

Jambrea wanted to be the youngest romance author published, but life impeded the dreams. She put her writing aside and went to college briefly, then enlisted in the Air Force. After serving in the military, she returned home to Indiana to start her family. A few years later, she discovered yahoo groups and book reviews. There was no turning back. She was bit by the writing bug.

She enjoys spending time with her son when not writing and loves to receive reader feedback. She's addicted to the internet so feel free to email her anytime.

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Angels On Top

Toowoomba Boys 1
Release Date: December 2011
Publisher: MLRPress

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All Marlowe wants to do is find his place in the world with someone to love. Someone who sees just who he is.

Thrown out of home for not conforming to his family wishes, Angelo heads to the one place he knows he will be welcome with open arms.

With a little help from their family and friends can Angelo and Marlowe figure out just who is stalking Marlowe before Christmas morning? Can Marlowe win the heart of the boy next door? Can Angelo figure out that even straight boys sometimes fall in love with their best friends?

Excerpt

  Marlowe had always hated his name. What normal parents, in their right minds, would name their son Marlowe. For crying out loud, it's a girl's name! Then again he could never claim that his parents were normal. With names like Skye and Astra, he didn't have a hope in hell when it came to the name department. He couldn't even go by his middle name which was just as bad as his first name... Marlowe Shelby Weldon; didn't his parents ever think of the teasing he was going to get as he got older? Obviously not, because here he was on his twenty-first birthday, standing in front of a cake with all three names on display for everyone to see.

  "I think it's cute," Hunter said as he wrapped his arm around his cousin's waist from behind and leant his chin on his shoulder in sympathy, or support, he wasn't quite sure which yet.

  "Cute?" Marlowe whispered hoarsely. "It has never been cute."

  "We all got unusual names, cousin."

  "At least your name belongs to a man. You have never had to put up with what I have gone through. None of you have. What the hell were they thinking when they named me?"

  "That you were beautiful. Besides, Marlowe is a family name."

  "Of our great Grandmother." Marlowe rolled his eyes then smiled; as much as he bitched about his name he did truly have two of the coolest parents to ever grace the earth. They never even batted an eye when he came out to them last year and announced at Aunt Cyn's wedding that he was gay and that his mother should just stop trying to set him up with the bridesmaids. Of course it had and hadn't worked, as his parents had spent the rest of the party introducing him to all the single men; whether they were gay or straight. Aunt Cyn had commented that it had to have been one of the weirdest weddings that Australia had ever witnessed; she had found it hilarious that he had spent the whole night trying to dodge his own parents.

  "Come on, cheer up. I am supposed to introduce you to Gene, my neighbour. Uncle Skye has decided that you need to meet new people and since Gene and his nephew are the only ones here that you don't know, I have to introduce you."

  "Is he even gay?" Marlowe asked softly as he let Hunter drag him through the crowd.

  "Nope."

  "So why are you introducing me then, and does he even know that I am gay?"

  Hunter grinned. "I promised Gene that if he met you, I would introduce him to Dextra; he thinks Dex is kinda hot."

  A giggle burst free from Marlowe. "Hot headed, more like."

  "Yup, I may have forgotten to mention that part."

  "Not nice, cousin, that is so not nice. I thought this guy was your friend."

  Hunter's grin broadened. "Now what kind of friend would I be if I tried to put him off meeting the woman of his dreams?"

  "Oh my," Marlowe's hand fluttered to his throat as they came to a halt in front of a gruff looking man, "you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen." And they were. They were a very pale lavender colour. Marlowe blushed profusely when Hunter and Gene burst out laughing.

  "You're right Hunter, he really is a cutie." Gene smiled and it reached all the way to his eyes, which made Marlowe melt like heated butter.

  Marlowe cleared his throat. "I hear you want to meet Dex." They all looked to where Dextra was standing talking to a tall, very terrified looking young man. "Who is that?"

  Marlowe felt like he couldn't breathe. The guy was absolutely gorgeous. He wished the guy would turn his way so that he could see what colour his eyes were. Marlowe was an eye man; he loved beautiful eyes.

  "That's just Angelo, my nephew," Gene said apologetically. "He turned up on my doorstep just as I was leaving to come here. I couldn't leave him at home." Gene shook his head. "His parents threw him out of home because he wouldn't date the girl they had chosen for him. Who in this day and age does that kind of thing to an eighteen-year-old boy?"

  "Is he gay?" Marlowe didn't know what compelled him to ask, but once it was out he couldn't take it back.

  "Truthfully, I don't know. We haven't really had a chance to talk yet."

  "Maybe we should rescue him before Dex tries to eat him." Hunter chuckled as Angelo began slowly backing away from Dex. "He looks like he is ready to tuck tail and run."

  Gene chuckled as he stood up. "What kind of uncle would I be if I didn't try to help the guy out?"

  "And you actually want to meet Dex?" Marlowe asked in mock amazement.

  Gene chuckled again. "Life would be boring without a sense of adventure."

  Hunter grinned as he headed over to his sister. "Sis, leave the new kid alone. I have someone much sturdier for you to play with."

  Dex turned and growled at her brother, but stopped dead when she spotted Gene standing beside him. Grinning she turned back to Angelo. "See Angel, now you don't have to introduce me; Hunter has done it for you."

  Hunter leaned over and stage whispered conspiratorially to Marlowe, "Pssst, cuz? Gene will distract her; you grab the kid and run."

  Marlowe laughed as he grabbed Angelo by the wrist and dragged him off through the crowd. They stopped just by the bar. Marlowe couldn't stop staring at him; he had the same beautiful purple eyes as his uncle.

  "Thanks for that," Angelo said as they ordered a drink. "My uncle drags me here to some chick's birthday and I get mobbed by a crazy woman." Angelo gestured around them. "Do you even know which chick is the birthday girl?"

  Marlowe blushed. "That chick would be me." He held out his hand. "Marlowe Shelby Weldon at your service," he ended with a grin. He had to bite the inside of his cheek from laughing out loud when he saw the deep flush of embarrassment creep up Angelo's neck.

  "Oh man, I am soooo sorry."

  "What for? You didn't name me." Marlowe grinned.

  "I just read the name on the cake and just assumed," Angelo said.                                                                                                             

  Marlowe shrugged. "Most people assume that I am either a girl, or I am gay; they would only be wrong half the time."

  "You're gay!" Angelo blurted out.

  Marlowe felt the sting of disappointment as he watched Angelo move a bit further away. "It's not a disease you know. You can't catch being gay from me. As Lady Gaga would say, 'Baby, I was born this way'."

  "I didn't mean..." Angelo went to reach for his arm but Marlowe stepped away.

  "Whatever! You have a nice time now, bye-bye." Marlowe walked away without looking back. This was his birthday and he didn't need the downer.

 

ABOUT ME

NJ needs to write like she needs to breathe. It’s an addiction she never intends to find a cure for. When you don’t find NJ arguing with Vlad, her muse, or writing about the wonderful men in her stories, you’ll find her reading work by other authors she greatly admires. NJ lives on five acres situated in the SE of Qld, Australia with her family who all encourage her writing career (even if she does occasionally call them by her character’s names), and her variety of pets. NJ thinks anyone who takes the time to read her stuff is totally awesome, and wants to thank you all.

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My Guest ~ Brina Brady

For Me

Rent Me Series

Release Date: November 28

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The entire Dubrovsky family heads to snowy Russia for a family Christmas. Brennen fears Dmitri’s homophobic father’s rejection. Dmitri believes all will be forgiven, but steps into a mess upon arriving with his husband. Instead of greeting Dmitri and Brennen with hugs and kisses, they are left alone on the porch with Dmitri’s angry father. Can they stay if it means abiding by his archaic rules?

This is a story of love, forgiveness, and miracles during the holiday season. Dmitri and Brennen overcome issues which have been troubling their relationship, each growing and learning how to best be what the other needs. There are many surprises during the holiday season for all of them.

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ABOUT BRINA

I am from Huntington Beach, Ca. I taught various subjects at a Continuation High School in Los Angeles, California for 27 years. I obtained a Bachelor's of Arts Degree in history, Secondary Social Science Credential and a Master's Degree in Secondary Reading and Secondary Education from California State University, Long Beach. I also enrolled in some creative writing classes at UCLA. I am currently taking classes from Romance Writers of America. I belong to the Rainbow Romance Writers.

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My Guest ~ Haley walsh

A Very Merry Foxemas

Released: November 2015

Publisher: Foxe Press

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Skyler Foxe and his friends take a break from solving crimes in this fluffy holiday treat. Four humorous and hot short stories make up this delectable holiday fare that is sure to warm hearts and sheets this cold winter season.

Skyler Foxe Fictional Interview

Q: Thanks for talking with us today, Skyler. Can you tell us a little about yourself?

A: Well, my name is Skyler Foxe, I’m twenty-five, I’ve lived all my life in Redlands California, and I’m just finishing up my first year of teaching high school. And it’s been a very challenging year. I don’t know how much to say…

Q: We know about the troubles at the school. And your own, well, coming out…

A: Okay. Right. So that was a load of awesome sauce…not! Actually, it all started when I found my principal’s son at a gay dance club. He was dead. And…well…at that point I didn’t know my principal Wesley Sherman all that well, but it was his son! And I know how my mom would have felt, and I was there when my friend Sidney—she’s a detective with the Redlands Police department—I was there when she had to tell him. That was just awful! And ever since I felt compelled to investigate crimes.

Q: And what happened? Did you solve it?

A: Oh yeah! I had help from my friends…

Q: This is the SFC I’ve heard so much about. Now what exactly does that stand for?

A: Oh. It’s just…a really bad joke that got out of hand. We don’t really have to talk about that, do we?

Q: It’s just that we’ll be using the term frequently in our talk and I wanted to make sure the readers understood.

A: *squirms uncomfortably* Well…it…it stands for the, uh…the… “Skyler Fuck Club.” It’s a not very funny joke that one of my friends Jamie coined—

Q: Is he an SFC member?

A: Yes. I mean…Okay. It means that these guys were once hook-ups and then became friends. Just friends.

Q: And how many is that?

A: Three. No, four now. But that’s it. There’s Jamie Ewing, Philip Price, Rodolfo Gamboa de Guerrero, and Dave Caruthers. I mean that’s the only people we are calling SFC because there’s a lot more, but…uh…can we move on?

Q: Yes. So, the SFC help you solve crimes?

A: I ask them to help sometimes. They are really great at coming when I call. And they’ve gotten me out of scrapes, too. I sort of call them my Scooby Gang.

Q: But let me get this straight. You’re an English Lit teacher, right? At a high school? James Polk High.

A: Yes! It’s the same school I attended, as a matter of fact. Go Polk Panthers! But, uh. I seem to get into all kinds of trouble. Murder and such. I don’t mean to! I really don’t. But they involve people I care about and, well. I’m just not satisfied with what’s called investigating around here. …Don’t tell my friend Sidney I said that. She’s the police detective. Sidney Feldman. We’ve known each other since we were nine and she’s been my best bud all through my childhood and adulthood. She definitely doesn’t like that I investigate but…tough! I do a decent job. I’ve always figured it out even though…well, even though I got into dire straits because of it.

Q: You mean your life was threatened?

A: A couple of times. No, wait. Every time, I guess. Strange what you forget.

Q: Let’s move on. I understand you were in the closet prior to this year. 

A: Only to my work colleagues. And my mother. I just didn’t parade it at work but it turns out people knew anyway. And when I was kind of forced out then my mom found out. That was…fun. I know she had to know sometime but it’s not nice to be outed when you didn’t plan it.

Q: How did you deal with it?

A: Well, my friends were there for me. I broke up with my boyfriend for a while because it was his fault, but we got back together and it’s fine now.

Q: And then there’s something about a GSA? What’s that?

A: Now that is the Gay-Straight Alliance at school. It’s for kids who are gay or just gay friendly. Allies. And the gay kids do need allies at school. Not just for protection, but to show the other kids that there’s nothing wrong with being LGBT. I sort of started it. Well, I was in the closet at the time so I didn’t become a sponsor till later. But I’m totally involved now. Mostly because I wish we had had something like that when I was in school, and because of some particular teens in my sophomore class who…well. I don’t know if a teacher is supposed to play favorites but I really connect to those fifteen-year-olds. And there are two boys in my class who…let’s just say they really needed the GSA. And they have excellent friends from that class who support them. I’m really proud of all my kids.

Q: Are there many gay kids there?

A: Oh yeah. You’d be surprised. In every school. No matter where you live, the administration can’t stop you if you want to start a GSA at your school. If you follow all the rules of the school when it comes to starting a club—getting an adult advisor on board like a teacher, coach, or librarian, perhaps forming and submitting a constitution with your application and other rules (check your school manual), then the administration has to allow it. Forming a GSA club is protected under the Federal Equal Access Act. Under California law, AB 537, your school is legally responsible for protecting you from harassment and discrimination. If you’re looking for all the facts and information and resources for starting a GSA at your school, start at GSAnetwork.org. 

Q: Thanks for that. I also understand that you have a relationship with the football coach. Tell us about that.

A: Yeah. Well. It’s not something I was looking for. I was perfectly happy with my current lifestyle. That is, I wasn’t really interested in a boyfriend, settling for one man. I enjoyed hooking up…oh. Wait. Can we edit that part out? I don’t want to come off as a slut or anything.

Q: It’s not really something we do.

A: Oh. Well…shoot. Okay. You know what? I’m not ashamed of it. No one should be! That’s just the way some people are and that's the way I was. Until Keith. Keith Fletcher. He also teaches biology. I know. Get all the jokes out of your system. But it kind of happened while investigating the strange goings on at the school. And we just…meshed. He’s a real sweet guy and I really like being his boyfriend. 

Q: Is it strange dating someone you work with?

A: I don’t really work with him. He’s a football coach and biology teacher. That doesn’t really relate to what I teach. But I know what you mean. It’s nice when we can get together for lunch. I thought at one time it might be too much of a good thing but I like seeing him during the day. I know how sappy that makes me sound, but so be it!

Q: What’s he like?

A: Keith is tall. A foot taller than me, at least, and really good-looking. Broad-shouldered. Kind of built like a linebacker but maybe a bit more svelte. He’s ten years older than me but that doesn’t seem to matter. He’s got black hair and light blue eyes, like a husky’s. And he’s got that permanent beard stubble look which in my opinion is very sexy. He looks pretty much like an underwear model. It embarrasses him when I say that but it’s the truth. My friend Jamie calls him “Hunk-on-a-Stick.” But he’s not all looks. He’s extremely intelligent and patient, and very athletic. He almost went pro out of college but he hurt his knee, so he went for a biology PhD instead. Pretty dreamy, huh? Smarts and good looks? Yeah, I consider myself pretty lucky.

Q: He sounds wonderful. I’m jealous. Do you think you’ll get involved in more murder investigations?

A: Gosh, I don’t think so. I mean, how many people can I know that will be murdered? Kind of looks suspicious right? Jessica Fletcher did it! Ahem. But in all seriousness, I really have no intention of doing anything like that. I just want to teach school, mentor my kids, and repeat till retirement.

Q: So if something suspicious came along, you wouldn’t investigate?

A: Why? What have you heard? I mean…I don’t know. I guess I might. Never say never and all that. Rudyard Kipling said, “Borrow trouble for yourself, if that's your nature, but don't lend it to your neighbours.” I wouldn’t wish trouble on anyone, but if it happens, I’d like to think that I’d be there to help.

ABOUT HALEY

Haley Walsh writes the Skyler Foxe Mysteries, a thrilling, humorous, and romantic LGBT romp with men, music, and murder. The books are in print, digital, and now audio! Skyler is in his first year as a high school English teacher in his hometown of Redlands California. It’s tough enough in high school, but try being a young, gay high school teacher in a redneck county in southern California. Of course, Skyler Foxe thought teaching English Lit was murder. Wait till he falls into the real thing. Try the latest book, a holiday novella called A VERY MERRY FOXEMAS.

With a long history in the arts in Los Angeles, Haley Walsh spent a good part of her early years involved in the theatre and as a freelance graphic designer. Later, she turned a long-time hobby of writing novels into a career and lives a double life as a medieval mystery author under another name Jeri Westerson while living the other half as Haley Walsh, writing about her gay amateur sleuth, high school English teacher Skyler Foxe. Skyler Foxe Mysteries

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