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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Thursday Pimping: The Nesting Habits of Strange Birds by Charley Descoteaux

The Nesting Habits of Strange Birds by Charley Descoteaux


All he ever wanted was to be a normal guy….

Phil Brask spends his days in the basement of his mentor's Victorian home, converting legal documents into electronic format. When the pipe feeding the water heater bursts, Lee Redding arrives in the plumber’s truck and draws Phil away from the narrow focus of his computer and camera lens. Lee gives Phil hope for a life beyond the walls he’s constructed using the nesting habits of migratory birds and dense legal files, a guided tour through a world filled with romance and music…maybe even family. But there’s a reason Phil retreated behind those walls, why he panics at a simple touch.

Lee has a good life—working with his uncle and on his mother’s farm, playing bass in a horrible metal band, and hooking up when he pleases—but he’s always suspected something was missing. When he meets the hot photographer with the icy-blue eyes, he knows exactly what that something is. Phil isn’t like other guys, but neither is Lee beneath his carefree exterior. Maybe Lee's the perfect guy to show Phil that everything doesn’t have to be done the hard way and "home" isn't a four-letter word.


LEE CALLED early Sunday morning. Phil was still in bed while he listened to Lee say his Uncle Lenny called him in to work—at double time—on an emergency job in a church basement.

“Do you have any plans for next weekend?”

Phil smiled. He didn’t even have any plans for breakfast. “No.”

“How about if I pick you up and we head out to my mom’s place?”

Phil’s stomach shivered. Meet his mom? Phil barely remembered his own mother. Among the things that had survived the sixteen years since he’d last seen her were that she had red hair and called him Phillip Anthony.

A car door slammed in Phil’s ear and brought his mind back to the present. He had no idea what Lee expected him to say and panic licked at his heels.

“Um, I kind of wanted to ask you a favor.” Lee’s car started, the familiar rattling of the engine helped Phil relax.


“Don’t you want to know what it is first?”

Phil shrugged but then remembered Lee couldn’t see. It didn’t really matter, though. Whatever it was, he wanted to do it. “O-okay.”

“Well, two of the restaurants she sells herbs to have closed in the past few weeks. She thinks she doesn’t need to advertise, but I think if you could get some good pictures of the herbs and her place, then Heidi could design some flyers or ads or whatever.”

Traffic sounds and honking disturbed Phil’s enjoyment of listening to Lee’s voice while he lounged in bed. Sunshine streamed though they wouldn’t be spending the day together—Lee had thought of him. The day was off to a good start.

“S-sure, just let me know what time. You need to hang up now before you get in an accident. Jerry doesn’t handle p-personal injury cases, so you’d be left to the whims of f-fate.”

Lee chuckled and Phil’s lips tingled in response.

“I’ll call you later. Have a good day, Phil.”

“Y-you too. Lee.”

Phil dropped his phone and hugged his pillow. He had plans for next weekend. With Lee. He’d never been to a farm before—he’d seen them alongside Highway 26, but it still seemed like farms belonged to another era. Still, the prospect of taking pictures in a completely new place—for Lee—wiped away all but the tiniest bit of his fear that Lee’s mom would hate the idea of some strange guy messing around on her property, taking pictures of her plants.

That would take even longer than the heron-watching expedition. And it would probably be chaste. It was his mom’s place, and he had a little sister who lived there, so they wouldn’t be alone. Phil was surprised to realize he was disappointed.

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Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough.  In exchange, they let her sleep once in a while. Home is Portland, Oregon, where the weather is like your favorite hard-case writing buddy who won’t let you get away with taking too many days off, and in some places you can be as weird as you are without fear.  As an out and proud bisexual and life-long weird-o, she thinks that last part is pretty cool.

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Thursday, August 21, 2014

Create The Story Contest Winner

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Thursday, August 14, 2014

Rose By Any Other Name by Charlie Cochet Cover Reveal

A Rose by Any Other Name
by Charlie Cochet
Genre: M/M historical romance, 1920s
Length: Novel, 270 pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Nights in the roaring city remind bright young things that life’s too short to take for granted. Tucked away in Times Square hides the Pantheon: a secret cabaret for wealthy gay men. Pretty young men in elaborate costumes and rouged lips are eager to please, and the champagne flows all night long. It’s a world of frivolity, fantasy, and debauchery. As Eros, the most sought after performer at the Pantheon, Julius uses his beauty and charm on enthusiastic patrons, but growing weary of superficial love, he longs to make a better life for himself.
Five years after being declared mentally unfit after surviving the trenches of No Man’s Land, Edward Joseph Clarence Junior pieced his shattered life back together. Now he’s ready to take on the family empire. To celebrate his thirtieth birthday, Edward’s cousin takes him to the most posh nightclub in town, the Pantheon. Falling under the sway of Eros, Edward and Julius find a love they’ve never imagined and the chance for a future they had only dared to dream about. But as Ares, a notorious gangster and Julius’s most important—and dangerous— client watches them, the threat to their love and their lives grows by the day.
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“There you are. I’ve been looking for you two for—” Eros stopped in his tracks and stared at Edward. “You’re here. Again.”
Edward stood and took Eros’s hand, giving it a kiss. “I thought maybe after the second or third night you would have believed me.” The young man looked absolutely stunning as always, the gold cloth wrapped low on his slim hips working a now familiar magic.
Eros wasted no time in removing his hand from Edward’s grasp. “What reason do I have to believe someone who broke into my dressing room and then lied to me about who he was?”
Well, this was certainly news to him. “I said I was an executive for Clarence and Company Department Stores, which I am.”
Eros leaned toward him, his voice lowered. “You seemed to have conveniently left out the tiny detail concerning you also being heir to the Clarence and Company multimillion dollar fortune.”
“Does it matter?” It wasn’t as though Edward wished to go about advertising his wealth, but he wouldn’t have thought Eros had any reason to be discreet about it.
“Does it—?” Eros shook his head and let out a humorless laugh. “I don’t have time for this.”
Perhaps it was time for Edward to get to the heart of the matter and the reason why Eros was doing his best to avoid Edward to the point of being brazen with him when every chorus boy, cupid, and Ancient Greek deity seemed to be in a constant state of frenzy each night in the hopes of roping themselves a wealthy patron.
“Have I done something to offend you?” Edward took hold of Eros’s hand again, refusing to let it go. After the second tug, Eros let out a sigh and left his hand in Edward’s grip. Eros was absolutely enchanting, even when he was irritated.
“No, nothing. I apologize.”
Then it struck him. How could he not have seen it? He’d been looking at this all wrong. The thought had Edward smiling from ear to ear. “It’s not me you’re upset with, is it? You’re upset with yourself.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Eros scoffed. “I happen to be quite fond of myself.”
“You were hoping I’d be here.”
Eros tugged at his hand again. “Well, aren’t we sure of ourselves. For Pete’s sake, would you let go of my hand?”
“You’ve been curious about me since we met. Only now you know the extent of my wealth, you feel threatened. You believe I’ll be no better than the others, wanting nothing more from you than what I pay for, and it’s disappointed you.”
Eros narrowed his eyes at him, at which point Edward promptly let go of his hand. For a love God, Eros certainly had one hell of a murderous glare. Edward was pushing his luck, but he went with his gut feeling.
“Edward, if I felt threatened by a man’s wealth, I would hardly be in this line of work. It’s quite the opposite, in fact. I feel empowered.”
Eros closed the distance between them and ran his hands slowly up Edward’s chest, over his shoulders, and down his back, smiling triumphantly when Edward gave a start at the feel of Eros’s fingers digging into his backside.
“You see, you may have wealth, but I have the power to take it away.”
Eros gave a low, sultry moan before running his tongue over his bottom lip. Pressing himself against Edward, one hand discreetly moved around the front to grip Edward through his trousers. Edward shut his eyes, willing himself to breathe.
“I can feel how hard you’re getting, Edward. Don’t play games with me, or I will make you wish you never set foot in here. Do you think I haven’t come across men like you before?”
His hand slowly started to stroke Edward through his trousers.
“Jesus,” Edward breathed, his hands going to Eros’s shoulders. He had to put a stop to this madness. It was clear Eros was willing to take this as far as he needed to in order to get his point across, and Edward was foolish enough to stand here and let him.
“Honey-sweet words mean little to me, Edward. Do you know how many men have offered to whisk me away from my filthy, devious life? Put me up in some Fifth Avenue penthouse, pay me an allowance, and give me anything I wish for? Do you want to make me your personal whore?”
Edward gently pushed Eros away, drawing a look of surprise from him. “Enough. I neither believe so little of you nor of myself. I won’t have my character insulted. If you have the power to take my wealth as you say you do, why didn’t you take it? You saw how eager I was, yet you continually push me away.”
“You turned him away?” Pothos asked, gaping at Eros.
“Of course not.” Eros lifted his chin defiantly and took a step back. “He stated he would make an arrangement with Aphrodite, and I didn’t object.”
“Only after I refused to leave,” Edward reminded him. “You had ample opportunity to take what you wanted from me, yet all you wanted was for me to leave. Why? What are you afraid of?”
Eros rolled his eyes. “Being bored to death. Honestly, why aren’t you doing Vaudeville with your act? I choose my clients, Edward, and I didn’t choose you. Your bruised ego will simply have to get over it. Now if you will excuse me.”
“Why haven’t you told anyone else who I am? Do you refuse to share me, or are you protecting me?” Edward held back a smile when Eros spun around and marched back to poke him in the chest.
“You seem to have developed this ridiculous notion I care about what you do, Edward. I haven’t spoken of it to anyone as it’s not my place to do so. I pride myself on my discretion and integrity. However, if you wish to announce your wealth to the whole damned club, be my guest! And you’re right; you aren’t like the others, because no one is as infuriating as you are!”
Eros threw his arms up in frustration and stormed off.
“Did I mention you look stunning when you’re angry?” Edward called after him.
Eros grabbed a champagne glass off a passing waiter’s tray and hurled it at Edward. “Go fly a kite!”
With a laugh, Edward managed to jump out of the way in the nick of time, the glass shattering on the floor where he’d been standing. By the time he looked up, Eros was nowhere in sight.
“I think he likes me.”
About the author
CCochet100Charlie Cochet is an author by day and artist by night. Always quick to succumb to the whispers of her wayward muse, no star is out of reach when following her passion. From Historical to Fantasy, Contemporary to Science Fiction, there’s bound to be plenty of mischief for her heroes to find themselves in, and plenty of romance, too!
Currently residing in South Florida, Charlie looks forward to migrating to a land where the weather includes seasons other than hot, hotter, and boy, it’s hot! When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found reading, drawing, or watching movies. She runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers.

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Thursday Pimping: That You Are Here Blog Tour


by Meredith Allard



On the outside, handsome, successful attorney Andrew Whittaker has everything in life. On the inside, he has everything too, only he doesn't know it. He hides the love of his life, Mark Bryce, from his family and everyone else where he lives in Portland, Oregon. Soon the weight of the secret becomes too much for Andrew. After wrestling with himself and his place in the world, he must decide how he’s going to live—with or without Mark.



Andrew’s cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He put his lunch bag on the counter, nodding at the message from Lisa Bloom, his secretary. He scanned his e-mails and grimaced at the phone. “I have to go.” He left at a sprint through the kitchen door to his silver Mercedes in the attached one-car garage. He didn’t even like the car, but that’s what the senior partners at his firm drove, so that’s what he drove too. Andrew opened the garage door, got into the driver’s seat, slid the key into the ignition, started the car, and jumped at the knock on his window. He shrugged sheepishly, opened the window, and took his lunch bag.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m a little distracted today.”

“Today?” A sigh. “That car is such a gas guzzler. You need a hybrid. This is Portland. You’re supposed to be green.”

“Kermit the Frog green?”

“Any kind of green you want to be.”

Andrew looked at the person watching him with such open-hearted love in those soft gold-brown eyes.

“Mark?” Andrew said.

“Yes, Andrew.”

“Thank you.”

Mark Bryce leaned his head through the open window and kissed Andrew’s cheek. “Anything for you, beautiful boy.”

When Andrew stopped at the red light on Bancroft Street he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled his phone from his pocket, saw the screen and cringed, peering at the nearby drivers as though they were reporting his every move to some great eye in the sky. The text was from Mark.

Stop looking at your phone!


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Meredith Allard is the author of The Loving Husband Trilogy, That You Are Here, Victory Garden, Woman of Stones, and My Brother’s Battle (Copperfield Press). She received her B.A. and M.A. degrees in English from California State University, Northridge. Her short fiction and articles have appeared in journals such as The Paumanok Review, The Maxwell Digest, Wild Mind, Muse Apprentice Guild, Writer’s Weekly, Moondance, CarbLite, and ViewsHound. She has taught writing to students aged ten to sixty, and she has taught creative writing and writing historical fiction seminars at Learning Tree University, UNLV, and the Las Vegas Writers Conference. She lives in Las Vegas, Nevada.
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I got a chance to ask Meredith Allard a few questions and these are her responses. What fascinating responses in regards to this new release!

Did you always know you were going to write erotic stories, or was it something you discovered along the way?
That You Are Here isn’t an erotic romance, it’s a sweet romance. All of my stories are romantic rather than romances in the traditional sense. I would call That You Are Here an m/m love story. I do like to write about people falling in love. That part of it is fascinating to me.

Do you have any favorite authors or books that inspire you to write? 
Charles Dickens has been a huge influence on my writing. I read David Copperfield in college and I knew that’s what I wanted to do—write stories that were worlds unto themselves.

How did you know you wanted to be a writer?
I was lucky enough to have had teachers throughout my education who took the time to point out that I was a good writer. It took some time to decide what I wanted to write. I tried journalism and screenwriting, but finally found my home writing fiction.

What gave you the inspiration for your current release? 
I was in Portland, Oregon when the announcement of the Supreme Court decision overturning DOMA was made. The idea for That You Are Here occurred to me shortly afterward in some random daydream. I believe that people who are in love should be able to get married, and suddenly I saw the characters from the story, Andrew Whittaker and Mark Bryce, so strongly, like they were standing in front of me. I had the idea for the story from beginning to end in a matter of days. My main goal wasn’t to write a gay story exactly, but rather to write a love story, a story about learning to feel comfortable in your own skin, which is something anyone can relate to, gay or straight. And Andrew’s story about having a secret to hide is one that a lot of people can also relate to. Andrew has to learn that he’s okay the way he is, again, a lesson that everyone needs to learn in one way or another.

Do you use images for your characters or do you just work off the top of your head? 
Sometimes I use images I find on the Internet or actors to help me get a sense of the character’s looks and movements. Other times the character is completely a figment of my imagination.

If you do use images for your characters, which models/actors are your inspiration? 
While I was writing That You Are Here, I happened to be watching an episode of Girls and I thought Andrew Rannells would make a great Mark. I didn’t have anyone in mind for the character of Andrew Whittaker. He was completely a product of my imagination.

 If you had to describe your main characters in 5 words each, what would they be? 
Andrew—hardworking, intelligent, afraid, secretive, handsome
Mark—loving, kind, open, honest, helpful

How did you research the setting for your latest release? 
When I came up with the idea for the story, I was in Portland and decided to set the story there. I was already in Portland so I had a chance to look around at a few of the locations I wanted to use in the story.

What made you realize that you wanted to write in this genre? 
It wasn’t so much that I decided I wanted to write in the m/m genre, but more that I had the idea for a story that happened to be a love story between two men. I’m most known for historical fiction, but the idea for That You Are Here was so strong and I felt there was a novel in there somewhere. I decided to take a chance and see what kind of book I could make from it.

Which one of your characters is your favorite? Which one do you secretly wish you could kill off? 
I don’t think I could choose between Mark Bryce and Andrew Whittaker from That You Are Here. I love them both, and as the two romantic leads they’re both central to the story. I wouldn’t have minded if Corwin Whittaker, Andrew’s father, happened to be hit by a car during the story. Sadly, it never happened.

What is the greatest and worst thing about being a writer? 
The best part of being a writer is creating stories that I get to share with readers. The worst thing is writing the first draft. I am a big fan of Anne Lamott’s phrase “shitty first drafts” because mine are the shittiest shitty first drafts there are.

 Is there anything readers should know about your characters or your world before they start reading the book? 
I think the story is pretty self-explanatory. It’s a love story between two men—Andrew Whittaker and Mark Bryce—and how Andrew needs to learn to accept himself if he’s going to find happiness in life. And I hope I’ve brought Portland, Oregon to life well enough that readers feel like they’re standing there.

Will there be a sequel to your book? 
That You Are Here was intended as a stand alone, but I’ve had enough requests from readers asking about a sequel that I very well might have to write one.

Do you prefer writing about perfect characters or flawed ones?
I think a perfect character would be extremely boring. People aren’t perfect, so if characters are going to be believable then they shouldn’t be perfect, either. In That You Are Here, Mark seems perfect on the surface, but if you dig a little deeper you can see that he’s a “fixer.” He wants to fix everyone’s problems. While that’s a noble goal, no one can really fix or change anyone else, and that’s a lesson Mark needs to learn. For me, it’s the flaws that make a character both believable and interesting.

How did you start writing? 
I started writing fiction in college. I knew from my sophomore year that I wanted to write novels. I started writing my first historical novel twenty years ago in 1994, and I’ve been at it ever since.

What is the hardest part of writing for you? The title? The sex scenes? Dialogue? Consistency?
Since my novels are sweet romances, the sex takes place off the page so that’s not hard for me. Dialogue comes fairly easy for me because of my training as a screenwriter. Probably the hardest part would be writing the first draft because it’s so far from what I’m trying to write. Usually my second drafts are a lot better.

 How did you come  up with the title for this story? 
The title comes from a section from Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass.

If your book was a DVD and we went to the Special Features option, what would we find there? Would your book have a deleted scene? And if so, what would it be?
When I wrote the screenplay for That You Are Here, I did have to leave out a number of scenes and characters from the book. For example, I had to leave out Mrs. Chesney from the screenplay, which I felt bad about because she’s a hoot in the novel. But where you have as many pages as you need to tell a story in a novel, in a screenplay you have between 90-110 pages, so you have to figure out how to condense some scenes and how to let go of scenes that don’t fit into the screenplay format.

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Thursday, August 7, 2014

Platonic by Kate Paddington Blog Tour

I am very happy to be hosting Kate Paddington on The Purple Fantasy Den today as she promotes her new release: Platonic from Interlude Press.

Kate so graciously answered one of my "curveball" questions about her book for her guest blog post. Enjoy and then go and buy the book. Also, Kate will be awarding a $25 Barnes & Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. A free download of an Interlude Press eBook title or an author/book swag pack (US ONLY) will be awarded to one randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter at each stop during the tour.

And now, over to Kate!

If your main characters were to meet your favorite author, who would it be and how would that meeting go?

The sheer incompatibility between my favorite author—Neil Gaiman—and one of my main characters—Patrick Hunt—is overwhelming me… So let me begin by saying thank you for such a curve ball of a question!

Neil Gaiman is a fantasy author with the weirdest mind in the world and an amazing, crazy, performance-artist wife, which really just makes me love him more. He recently wrote a fantastic article about his friend Stoya, the famous (ex) porn star, and so even though he’s a fantasy writer who doesn’t really dabble in erotica, it’s safe to say both he and his wife are both wonderfully open-minded and I am sure that they’d take my characters at face value.

Let me begin with the easy ones, Daniel and Mark, my two, in-love, protagonists. Neil would love Mark, for all his idiocy, hand-wringing and self-doubt, he’d look upon him with a soft, sympathetic smile and patiently wait for him to grow up and learn how to be himself. More importantly, how to go after and get what he wants. That’s kind of the point of the story and I think anyone with a strong sort of empathy for people who don’t have a cruel bone in their body (absolutely Mark) will put up with Mark’s less-than-appealing childishness and indecision. Once he’s grown up and knows what he wants, I guess Mark can seem a bit selfish, but he’s non-confrontational and sweet so they’d be fine.

Daniel does have a couple of cruel bones to him–just a couple. He’s selfish. His ambition might conflict with an author as mellow and peaceful as Neil, but again, I suspect, in between the bitchy fights, they’d get on fine and have lots of discussions about what the color blue really is, and how to properly define maudlin and whether beauty and fashion are absolute or even real.

My real worry at this little get together is Patrick. He’s not a lovely person, he’s probably more bad than good. He doesn’t give a damn about anyone else unless he’s formed an attachment, and even then its because he knows he’ll feel it if they feel bad. He’s a proper career man when we first meet him in ‘Platonic’ and he sleeps with one of his students simply because he wants to. He keeps sleeping with him because he wants to. And I mean, most of us just do what we want, but few of us are so scathingly aware of it. Patrick is wholly about self. He’s the kind of person who would start a conversation with a fantastic novelist like Neil, get bored, say so, and leave.

I suspect they’d rather hate each other. Neil would warn Mark off Patrick, actually, he’d be absolutely certain Patrick can’t be good for him, and Mark would have to apologize and try to explain why, actually, Patrick is exactly what he needs. I can’t see them getting on. If Neil went to Daniel and Mark’s eventual, far-off wedding, I’m pretty sure he’d be sat in the opposite corner to Patrick. Though that’s true of about a third of the people at their wedding.

So, there you have it. Neil getting on rather well with Mark, exchanging, bitchy but loving repartee with Daniel, and flat out disliking Patrick. What a tremendously interesting thought experiment!

Thank you so much for asking me and hosting me here for this guest blog!!


by Kate Paddington


Mark Savoy and Daniel O’Shea were high school sweethearts who had planned their forevers together. But when Mark goes to college in California rather than following Daniel to New York, he embarks on a decade-long search for independence, sexual confidence and love.

When Mark lands a job in New York and crosses Daniel’s path, they slowly rebuild their fractured friendship through texts and emails. If they finally agree to see each other, will they be able to keep it platonic? Or will the spark of a long-lost love reignite just as Daniel accepts a job overseas?

Platonic is a story of trials, growth, and knowing how to learn lessons from the past to build a future.



"Why did you ask me?” Daniel asks, genuinely curious.
“That’s unfair. I’ve been asking you all night why you came.”
Daniel holds his gaze. “You know that night in the bar, when I ran into you?” Mark tilts his head—he remembers. “You asked me to email you and your eyes were wide and pleading and there was no way I was going to be able to say no to you. I remember wondering if you used the same face on juries, to get your way in court. I guess what I’m saying is that I still don’t know how to say no to you. I still don’t know how anyone does.”
Time stops around them, stutters and then kicks back in when their eyes slip away from each other. Neither one of them knows what this is or what to do with it. Neither of them walked into this dinner tonight thinking “seduction” or “relationship” or “date” or anything like that. They were far too busy not thinking it.
“Did you want to say no?” Mark asks.
“Of course not. I wanted to come. Of course I did, Mark.” And then somehow they’re touching. Without giving it any conscious thought, Daniel has reached across the space between them and caught one of Mark’s hands in his.
The realization that they are touching comes slowly to Mark; his nerves feel sluggish, his brain has trouble processing the simplicity of the touch, just skin on skin, not intimate or unwelcome or leading to anything. But Daniel is touching him—and not briefly, not fleetingly, he’s holding on—and suddenly it all rushes back through Mark and he never, ever wants to let go.
Not ever. This is it. Daniel is it. He always was.
“You broke my heart.”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Kate Paddington wrote her first work of fan fiction at age 12. Today, at age 26, she has degrees in philosophy and chemistry, and is currently completing a PhD in biophysics. A native of Australia, she has published numerous academic papers as part of her research. Platonic is her first novel.


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Friday, August 1, 2014

Happy Happy Release Day!!! Michigan!

It's Release Day for Michigan! Woohoo!

"So why the fuck did you turn him away?” “Because he was a fucking vampire!” Lucas took a step back and looked at his friend, shaking his head. It was obvious that whoever this doctor was, this Dakota Sevion, fellow, he’d done a number on Nimo’s brain, because his friend was jacked up. Lucas snorted mentally at the word “jacked” since it made him think of Captain Jack Harkness from Torchwood, his favorite show in the world. “Why are you smiling? Oh god. Are you thinking about Torchwood again?” Nimo groaned. “I do not think about the show that much!” Lucas protested. Nimo snorted. “Please. It’s either the show or Captain Jack and Ianto, or leather, or cooking, or your restaurant, or sex, or Gwen from the show, or if  and when they’re going to bring the show back, or how Ianto died, or fanfiction, or comicons, or…” Lucas raised his hands. “Okay, okay. I have a slight…fascination, with the show.” Nimo pointed at Lucas’s leather wristband that was fashioned just like the one John Barrowman had worn on the show. “Slight fascination?” Lucas rolled his eyes. “It’s not an obsession.” Nimo laughed. “Whatever.” “Unca Lucas! Look!” Zay exclaimed running back into the room holding up a drawing of  ten very large men. “Wow! Who is that, dumpling?” Lucas asked as he knelt in front of  his nephew. “I really wish you’d stop calling my son the names of food,” Nimo muttered. Lucas ignored Nimo’s petulant remark and focused on Zay who started pointing at the men on the page. “These are the vampire doctors at the hospital I went to. This is Daddy’s boyfwiend. Doctor Dakota. Then this is Michigan, he’s fo’ you.” “For me?” Lucas was confused. He looked up at a smirking Nimo. “Oh yes. Didn’t I tell you? Apparently my vampire has brothers and one of them smelled like you. Zay says that means that you two are meant for each other. His name is Michigan Sevion. No doubt he’ll be coming for you any time now. You’re welcome..”  Lucas glared at Nimo then stuck out his tongue. “Well, unlike you, I won’t run from any gorgeous, eligible, employed, interested doctor. Not even if he thinks he’s a vampire. I’ll just get him on some really good antipsychotics and live happily ever after.” Nodding at Nimo, Lucas turned his attention back to Zay to be introduced to the rest of the “vampire doctors” even as he tried to ignore the churning in his gut and the memories that tried to resurface in his mind. 


Michigan Sevion is in hell. As a diagnostician at Gelreen Memorial Hospital he has trained to find solutions and answers to all manner of symptoms and problems, but when it comes to his own life he finds himself hopelessly adrift. His sufletul pereche, his mate, Lucas Jaxson, was attacked by Razvan, the monstrous vampire, though Razvan looked like Michigan at the time, a week into their bonding process. Now, Lucas shakes and screams every time Michigan gets close and “the thirst” is getting worse. There’s only one way for Michigan to survive “the thirst” and that is for his bond with Lucas to be severed, completely, and the only way for that to happen is for either him or Lucas to die. Michigan can’t even consider such a thing because he’s already falling in love with his “little chef ” but he may not have a choice, because Razvan’s still on the loose and he’s still out for blood.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Bleeding Heart by Melissa Graves Blog Tour

I am very happy to be hosting Melissa Graves on The Purple Fantasy Den today as she promotes her new release: Bleeding Heart from Interlude Press.

Melissa so graciously answered one of my questions about her book for her guest blog post. Enjoy and then go and buy the book. 

And now, over to Melissa!

If your book was a movie on DVD, what special features would be on the disc? Would there be any deleted scenes? Moments that did not make it into the book but you, as the author, know about? If so, share one.

I am a very visual writer, so if my book was a movie and there were special features on the DVD, there would definitely be “set visits”.

Brian would love to take the audience on a tour of the clinic where he and Erica work. He would take pride in showing off the security and the blood storage room and the locker room where he keeps his things and eats lunch every day. He would show you his apartment if you asked, but he'd be bashful about it—it shows that he's a workaholic, because he's hardly ever there and it's sort of not lived in.

On the opposite side of that coin, Elisa would take you on a tour of the blood club, but only if you allowed Clara to lead you, and Clara would try to keep it all business while Elisa popped in every now and then to crack a dirty joke or make fun of your shoes. You'd see what they wanted you to see, and wonder at all the floors and rooms that they conveniently skipped over the course of your tour. What are these ladies up to?! In the end, you'd leave feeling satisfied. Maybe you would even find yourself getting taken care of by one of their highly trained and professional vampire staff before you left...

In terms of “deleted scenes”, I have to say that I am a very organized writer and don't often write whole scenes that I later get rid of. But one thing that I always go overboard with are the sex scenes—explicit sex scenes are like candy to me, and I'm always wanting to work in more than the story can support. I constantly have to remind myself that the characters don't have to accomplish every sex act that is human—and inhumanly, in this case—possible before the end of the story. So I do often have to go back and delete or rework extra sex scenes. It's a struggle!

Bleeding Heart
by Melissa Graves



While the public struggles to live side-by-side with vampires, medical student Brian Preston has dedicated himself to their care and study by working in a government-run clinic that monitors and feeds the resident vampire population. He has learned to expect the unexpected in his job, but his life takes a surprise turn late one night when a young, struggling vampire named Kyle stumbles into his clinic and his heart.

 As they draw closer, can Brian come to grips with loving the elusive vampire, and can Kyle find the strength to share the secret that can separate them forever?

Bleeding Heart is the story of love, blood, political intrigue and the secrets that can spell the difference between life and death. 



"I know," Kyle says apologetically. "I can't help it." He swallows. "I mean, it only happens when I—when—I get excited. Sorry. Just, missed you."
"You—you can." Heat pounds in Brian's cheeks.
Kyle goes still, panting against his skin. "W-what?"
"You can, if you want," Brian repeats. His body is aching all of the sudden, for something new, for something more, for something that they haven't done yet. He can feel it, simply at the idea—it has been since they started kissing, of course, but now it's fully awake and invested in the proceedings—against the front of his jeans. "You can."
"Have you ever—"
"No," Brian answers. It's impossible to think clearly with Kyle holding him against the door, with Kyle's head bent over his neck like that. He's so hard that his jeans are starting to hurt; the angle at which he's risen against them is uncomfortable, but he can't move. "Please." The anticipation is like ants beneath his skin, crawling and crawling and crawling. "Please." 
Kyle kisses the half-numbed skin just inches off of Brian's neck. His fangs are fully distended now and Brian can feel them, smooth and hard as they brush his skin. 
The need to feel the pain that he knows he'll feel, to feel opened, to feel his blood run past Kyle's eager lips is sudden and new. Kyle can and will drink from his body; Brian can let him do that, this is a thing that they can do together, and it is as exciting as it is frightening.
"You can," he repeats. He feels dizzy. "I want you to. Want to take care of you, please. Do it." His hands are shaking so hard that he can't even maintain a grip on Kyle's waist, but it doesn't matter; Kyle is supporting him.
"God," Kyle breathes, shaking, his lips damp as they pass over Brian's shoulder again and again. "Ever since you—that night with the wine glass, I—god, I've dreamed of your blood so many times."
"Please," Brian hisses, arousal pounding through his body. "Do it. Do it."


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

A veteran writer of fan fiction known as MissBeizy to her online readers, Melissa Graves’ stories have thousands of followers. At age 13, she wrote her first work of fan-based fiction, and by age 16, had met her future husband in an online vampire fiction chat room. A fan of science fiction/fantasy, she has a degree in anthropology and a passion for good chocolate, amateur erotica and fan worlds that celebrate diversity. She is mother to two cats.

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