Friday, February 27, 2015

It's all about Falling Hard

Meet two champion bull riders--macho, muscled Marlboro Men, confident, cocksure cowboys--from their struggle for survival in the rodeo arena, and 8 seconds of fame on the back of a 2000 lb bull to their most private encounters behind closed doors where their world is about to explode…

Levi Bond is a seasoned pro, competing for the World Championship. Bull riding is what gets his adrenaline pumping, his heart racing, and makes him feel like a million bucks. That, and the idea of getting it on with Curt Walsh, one of the up and coming stars of the bull riding circuit.  Powerfully attracted, Curt’s confused and unsure which way he wants his life to go. Will Levi still be around, available and interested when the final decision is made?  

Get set for a wild ride in this cowboy romance, sizzling with intense desire, unbridled passion, and unexpected emotion as Levi and Curt, drawn together like mega magnets, battle not only life threatening, white knuckled action in the arena, but cruelty and bias outside it. The prospect of falling in love is as terrifying as staying on the bull without it killing them!

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Saturday, February 21, 2015

Theory Unproven by Lillian Francis


Working with elephants in their natural habitat has always been Eric Phillips dream. Getting what he’s always desired introduces him to Tyaan Bouwer, the bush pilot that flies in his supplies, and Eric discovers the allure of South Africa goes beyond the wildlife and the scenery.
But in an area where bushveld prejudices and hatred bleed across the borders, realising their love will be a hard fought battle. Keeping hold of it might just kill them.

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Lillian Francis
An avid reader, Lillian Francis was always determined she wanted to write, but a 'proper' job and raising a family distracted her for over a decade. Over the years and thanks to the charms of the Internet, Lillian realized she’d been writing at least one of her characters in the wrong gender. Ever since, she’s been happily letting her ‘boys’ run her writing life.
Lillian now divides her time between family, a job and the numerous men in her head all clamouring for 'their' story to be told.
Lillian lives in an imposing castle on a wind-swept desolate moor or in an elaborate ‘shack’ on the edge of a beach somewhere depending on her mood, with the heroes of her stories either chained up in the dungeon or wandering the shack serving drinks in nothing but skimpy barista aprons.
In reality, she would love to own a camper van and to live by the sea.
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Pinterest and my hissy fit
Theory Unproven is the first story I’ve written where I have used Pinterest as a writing tool. Finding a place to store random photographs has been more useful than I would have imagined. I don’t have to take up space on my hard drive storing photos of planes and wildlife or try to remember where I saved the bookmark of the style of hat that Tyaan wears. On Pinterest the photos have links that can take me back to the original site should I need to revisit some information that I forgot and they are all collected in the same place. If I want to remind myself that the type of antelope I have at the watering hole can be found in that part of South Africa I pin a map and then pin a photo of that animal to remind me what it looks like. Job done.
And once you start to add things to your board Pinterest will send you links to things that might interest you, things you might not even have considered that could help your storytelling. It also tells you when other people have pinned one of your pins to their boards. And this is where my hissy fit comes in. I’ve attached the link for your reading pleasure if you want to see me have a mini meltdown (in the most reserved and English of ways). You have no control over where people pin things, I understand that, but to see the magnificent Bushbuck pinned to a board titled Hunting made me angry. (I know I talk about eating antelope in another post but Bushbuck are hunted mainly for their hide.)
If you want to browse my Pinterest page you’ll find it here.
Do you use Pinterest or other tools to help your writing/reading/hobbies?
Johan turned to his boyfriend. “I guess we can cross the plus-one off his invite. There’s no way he’ll have a boyfriend by next year, and he’s not bringing some one-night stand to my wedding.”
“Wedding?” Tyaan grinned, as much at Jessie’s excited squeal as the revelation itself. “That’s great news. As if I’d bring a casual hook-up to such an important event. Jessie and I will come together.”
“What if Jessie wants to use her plus-one?” Johan asked, fixing Tyaan with another of those looks.
“There isn’t anyone. Is there, Jess?”
“What?” Jessie stilled in her seat. “Umm. No.”
“Unless you want to take that ex of yours from the hospital?”
“A lot can happen in a year. We’ll see nearer the time. Yeah?” She grinned and clapped her hands together. “A wedding! I need details. And champagne.”
Tyaan called for a bottle of champagne and a jug of orange juice—he had a plane to fly in a few hours—and let the wedding chatter wash over him. His eyes fell on the joined hands of Johan and his, well, his fiancĂ©. That sounded so grown-up. They were getting older, each and every one of them. He let his gaze slide up to the smiling face of his oldest friend and felt a sharp tug in his chest.
For all their fooling around, he’d never loved Johan, not as anything other than a friend, but there was no denying the feeling making his stomach churn could be attributed to jealousy.
He wanted someone to look at him in that way, but Johan was right, unless he turned his world upside down, that dream would never become a reality.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Storming Love: RJ Scott

Seth Wild is a fire fighter who has lost everything. Nearly dying in a building collapse, he is scared and angry and chases away the only good thing in his life—school teacher Casey McGuire.

When a sudden and violent snow storm hits their town he receives a message Casey and ten kids are trapped in an education center with no way out. There is no one else who can help, he’s the last fire fighter in town with his bum leg and his icy heart.

He doesn’t hesitate. He always promised he would be Casey’s hero, but will he ever again be Casey’s love?

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RJ Scott has been writing since age six, when she was made to stay in at lunchtime for an infraction involving cookies. She was told to write a story and two sides of paper about a trapped princess later, a lover of writing was born.

As an avid reader herself, she can be found reading anything from thrillers to sci-fi to horror. However, her first real true love will always be the world of romance where she takes cowboys, bodyguards, firemen and billionaires (to name a few) and writes dramatic and romantic stories of love and passion between these men.

With over seventy titles to her name and counting, she is the author of the award winning book, The Christmas Throwaway. She is also known for the Texas series charting the lives of Riley and Jack, and the Sanctuary series following the work of the Sanctuary Foundation and the people it protects.

Her goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.  (some NSFW (not safe for work) photos)


He pushed the door shut against the howling wind and snow and stamped off his feet coming face to face with a terrified looking probie.

“We have school kids and a teacher trapped up at Shorefields,” Seth snapped out. Probie blinked at him. He recalled the guy’s name was Evan or Eben or something. And it seemed like Evan/Eben was in complete panic mode and meltdown. He glanced worriedly from side to side, like some kind of divine intervention was going to answer Seth’s statement.

“There’s no one here,” Evan/Eben said.

Seth waited for a second then exasperated that there wasn’t more of an immediate reaction he pushed past Evan/Eben and into the main area. Both trucks gone.

“I said, they’re not here, ladder one didn’t come back in from the interstate, and engine two went out to Middleton Springs. There’s been a building collapse. It’s just me.”

Seth rounded on the guy and was so close he could see the panic in blue eyes.

“Get on to other stations and call this in—“

“I can't. Sir, we have nothing. No comms, no Internet, nothing.”

“Give me a sitrep. What’s your name? Evan? Eben?” Seth ordered.

The probie blinked at him then visibly pulled himself together. He was new since Seth had been put on leave. He’d had training, but this was probably his first real situation.

“Evan sir, Evan Pritchard. Uhmmm… Both engines out, reports of major incidents, last said the storm has taken out power. I’m alone here…” He paused. “And sir, I’m not sure what to do.”

Seth considered what he’d been told. Ten kids, Casey, Shorefields, trapped in the bus, which meant they had maybe managed to get away from Shorefields itself and had no way of getting back. He doubted they were set for extreme weather.

“Okay. I want you here. You’re not to leave and you’re to keep your eyes on comms, see if we can get more intel. I need supplies in a bag from the kitchen, water, energy bars.”

“What are you going to do?”

Seth looked directly at him. Evan needed to know where he was going. “There’s a bus load of kids trapped up at Shorefields and I’m going to help. I’m taking the Land Rover.”

He didn’t leave room for discussion, simply presented the facts a done deal. He should wait for a team, for backup, but there was nothing stopping him from getting to Jamie and the kids. And Casey.

“Yes, sir.”

They split, Seth checking the truck he was going to use, a modified vehicle capable of getting through most of the shit life could throw at it. It was equipped with most of the things he could need. Then as an afterthought, he grabbed coats from the supply room. He knew the kids would be dressed warm. After all, the whole day had been a winter experience in a beautiful place.

He was supposed to be there with Casey. He’d said he was staying at home. Time is not right to start thinking I’ve fucked up.


Saturday, January 24, 2015

An open letter to Mark Zuckerberg

Dear Mr. Zuckerberg,

Recently, a few individuals who wanted to cause problems have targeted members of the gay community, and supporters of equality. They have gone on a rampage, reporting photos and threatening people. Michael Stokes, a photographer out of Los Angeles, California, was targeted by an individual and told that she would “ruin him” because he posts artistic photos of male models. If you go to any museum, or even walk past most museums of fine art, and you would see more of the human body than you do on the photos Mr. Stokes posts. Yes, we all know Facebook has community standards, however Facebook’s standards are double standards, allowing abusive photographs of women, pornography of women, images depicting women in demeaning situations, and other abuses to stay on the site and yet photos of two men fully dressed but kissing are deleted. Do you really want to be known as the company that supports abuse towards women and gay men? Thirty years from now, when your granddaughter (if you have one) is looking back at the company her grandfather created, do you want to be known as the man who allowed abuse to foster and grow? Maybe you don’t care about women, and you think it’s funny that groups on Facebook support the exploitation of women, I don’t know, but based on which posts are deleted and which posts are allowed to stay I’d have to say that maybe you are that type of man and history will show the truth, depicting you not as a great man who united the world, but a person who encouraged the abuse of women and gay men.

I implore you to stop allowing the abuses to continue. Mr. Stokes was threatened then kicked off Facebook because an individual who is homophobic chose to “ruin” him. Abusers of the system are rewarded and the people they are attacking are harmed. I see it on a weekly basis on Facebook, where some crazy homophobic person finds and reports authors of gay literature, photographers who make a study of the male form, gay performers, and others who support equality. Stop allowing the abuse to continue. The double standard is unfair, and it supports abuse towards women and gay men. Please stop the abuse. Stop allowing people who habitually report clean gay images and images of the male form from trying to “ruin” good people who are working to foster equality.

Sara York

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Advice To New Authors: Parts 1 2 & 3

Advice to new authors, part one- If you are going to submit to a publisher at all, get a gmail account or an alias for your email that is somewhat similar to your author name or real name. makes it hard for the publisher to connect book ABC with you. You might miss a letter for a contract because the publisher can't email you. Remember, publishers get thousands of emails. Make it easy for them to send you a note back.

Advice to new authors, part two - When sending in a manuscript to a publisher, make it professional. That means you need to treat it like a business letter. What does that mean?

It might be confusing to some. Writing is a business even if it comes across as fun at times. I'm an introvert. At conferences I have to work hard to actually talk to people. Many others in the writing industry are the same and might overcompensate on the fun at cons. Also, conferences are a place to cut loose. And if we're not at conferences but meeting our friends for dinner, we tend to be very excited so it looks like all authors do is party and have fun.

Behind the scenes, writing is work. It's boring from the outside. Even if the publisher has erotic books in their list, they are still a business. Many editors work from home and they have kids, and partners, or they do their work at Starbucks or other public places. Basically, the last thing they want to find is a topless photo of you, a dick picture of your privates, glitter, or hand drawn art.

Submissions should only include what the publisher is asking for on white paper unless they ask for a different color paper, which is very unlikely, but read the submission guidelines and follow them. Email only if that's what the publisher wants. Making your manuscript stand out with tricks or flashy shit doesn't get you a contract.

Advice to new authors, part three-- Don't be in such a hurry. I know, I've been there, and it seems like if you just hurry up and get your book out there then you'll capture some of the glory/fame/love and money that other authors are cashing in on. It seems like NEW authors pop up out of the blue and are over night successes. There might be a few authors who do that, however, many of the success stories are backed up by years of working hard in the trenches. Authors change their writing names and reinvent their career. They go from writing Steampunk to MM BDSM, or Christian inspirational to erotic romance, but the basis of their craft, storytelling, transcends genre.

If you are serious about writing, and let me tell you this, it’s going to take WORK, then take a few weeks/months and figure some shit out. GMC by Debra Dixon is a good place to start. This will help you write a decent book. Notice I said help, there's more to it than just GMC.

The Snowflake Method, which I used for many years, by Randy Ingermanson is a great method. Now, after adopting the method into how I think about a book, this process flows naturally from the moment I come up with an idea.

She Sat He Stood to help you figure out what to do with your characters.

For MM authors check out Josh Lanyon's Man, Oh Man.

These books are just places to start. There is so much more than reading one or two books to make a story happen. You have to put forth effort and it takes hard work to do that.

I'm going to leave you with a little story that I hope emphasizes how much work it takes to write a salable book.

Many years ago there was a girl who had a dream of becoming an author, lets call her Suzie. She didn't know if she could do it, but she loved to read. Her sister, Mary, loved to read too. They shared their love of reading, but Suzie never told Mary she wanted to write. Mary quit her big paying corporate job and went to live on a boat, Suzie wished she could quit her job, but she had responsibilities. Before Mary left for her life of fun and adventure she told everyone that she was going to write a novel. Suzie was shocked, that was her dream, not her sister’s. Mary confided in Suzie that she could easily read a long book in a couple of evening sessions, much less than a week, and she knew she could write a book. She thought it would take her just a few days, maybe a week to work out a story and write it. With confidence, Mary took off into the unknown, proud of her discovery that writing was easy. Meanwhile, Suzie decided that she wasn't going to let her sister steal her dream. She investigated and found an organization called Romance Writers of America and joined, learning that writing is hard work. (you may not agree with RWA policies and practices but they have their shit together in terms of teaching people to write. Just remember if you join RWA and take the classes that once you learn the rules, those rules were made to be broken, but you have to know the rules before you can actually break them) Suzie attended conferences, Suzie took classes, and Suzie wrote. Her first book sucked, but she had written a 90,000 word book that was DONE! Mary returned home from her adventure without a book written because writing is hard work and takes more than a week.

You can be Mary or you can be Suzie. If you want to be an author, work at it. Read books on writing. I still read books on writing, take classes, study storytelling, investigate new possibilities, and ask for help. I want to be like Suzie and push myself to do more. The people like Mary may put a book out, they may have some small amount of success, but when push comes to shove and they have to apply themselves and actually work, they aren't willing to do what it takes.

There is nothing shameful about throwing in the towel and saying It Was Too Hard, but if you are going to submit to a publisher, spend a couple of weeks or months learning the craft.