Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Abuse, Christian Parenting and The Question "Can You Pray The Gay Away?"

In reading the reviews of Pray The Gay Away a few people have brought up questions about the way Jack and Andrew were treated by their parents. These boys go through a lot. Some of the things that happen in Pray The Gay Away may seem farfetched. Parents locking the pantry, kids being watched like a hawk, all liberty taken away until the kids submit. Only crazy parents would do stuff like that. Yes, that's true.

For years I've been involved with Christian home school groups and churches. I've met all types of people. I knew the family that had the lock on their pantry and their refrigerator and freezer. The family that didn't allow their children to talk to other children unless they were approved by the parents, yes they were in one of the groups. The family that locked their eleven-year-old son in his room and forced him to stay there even when they had guest over, knew them. There were parents who did all sorts of things to put distance in their relationship with their kids. These kids were taught that they must obey their parents in all circumstances, even if that obedience meant the child would be harmed.

Yes, some of these actions are so close to abuse it's scary. But many Christian parenting books and programs promote abuse, encouraging the parent to force the child into obedience in all situations. This blind obedience warps the child into thinking that they are doing wrong when that is far from the truth. Blind obedience from these children promotes the parents and pastor to God like status, leaving the children at risk. Children are induced to perform sexual activities with pastors and parents and are told that it's biblical. Those instances are less common, but when the news media picks up on a story like this the population at large is horrified, and rightly so. But the abuses don't stop there and they may be less horrifying, but many kids brought up in these environments have learned to accept the abuse willingly, believing that they are defective.

Gay children brought up by Christian parents are so manipulated by their parents into believing that they are flawed that they have no ability to stand up for themselves. They take the abuse their parents offer, believing that they have done something wrong. Many gay children in Christian environments try hard to hide the truth, praying for God to change them. As more states accept gay marriage and more people in positions of authority come out of the closet the pressure on these kids lessens. However, there are still kids out there, lost in the lies that pastors and parents tell them, thinking that there is something wrong with them. For those kids, they only see one option. This book is for them. This book is for those people who are wondering what it's like to grow up gay in a family that doesn't accept you. This book is for parents of gay kids wanting to know how they can help. It's also for those who wonder if you can pray the gay away. The answer is no, you can't pray the gay away and being hateful towards your kids isn't helping anyone. And finally, this book is for people who embrace love and goodness. Because in the end, love is what matters most and the gender of the couple in love doesn't matter, because love is love.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

A Southern Thing - Pray The Gay Away

Pray The Gay Away - Why did I name the book with such a controversial name? Too many young kids have been told they could pray the gay away. When they search for information on the Internet, these kids find links supporting the theory that being gay is a sin and can be prayed away. But it is not a sin and it can't be prayed away.

The story of Jack and Andrew touches on the abuse both boys suffer when their parents choose intolerance over acceptance. Too many religious families turn their backs on their kids instead of trying to understand their perspective and love their children. What's worse is these families don't consider it abuse. Churches and others support their corrections and punishments, telling the families that abusive behaviors are an acceptable form of parenting. Abusing a child because of their sexual orientation is reprehensible.

Pick up and share Pray The Gay Away. Spread the word that the right way to deal with their gay children is not through hate and intolerance but love and kindness.

Excerpt from Pray The Gay Away

Lucy took off to the kitchen and Jack followed. His dad blocked their path, halting their progress. "Jack, Lucy, I hope you have a productive day at school. Jack, I need you to drop by the church on the way home today. A new family is moving into town and the parents want to make sure their son meets with the right kind of people. He's not starting school today, but waiting until tomorrow. And Jack, I know you're the right type of boy to show this kid how to be a real man."

Warning bells went off in his head, but he hid his reaction. Guilt chiseled away at his confidence, leaving him adrift in a family full of homophobes. "Yes, sir, I'll be there right after school. Football practice ends at four today, and I'll need to shower first."

His dad nodded. "Sounds good." He winked at Lucy and patted her on her head. "Do me proud, girl, and look pretty all day."

Jack gritted his teeth as Lucy giggled and swished by. He moved to follow his sister, but his dad grabbed his arm. "On the team, I'm just making sure, you know"— Nathaniel glanced over his shoulder then nodded to the kitchen door. "Let's step outside."

Jack didn't want to have this conversation with his father. He had a feeling what it would be about and his breakfast threatened to come up. Once the door was closed, Nathaniel turned to him, his brows bunched together. Finding something funny to say wouldn’t work this time. His father seemed to be on a mission.

"I just wanted to make sure that there were no boys on your team into funny business."

"Funny business?" Jack asked. His heart hammered and he wanted to scream, telling his dad to shut up, but he stuffed his anger down, breathing calmly and trying to look like he had no idea what his dad was talking about.

"You know, those freaky girly boys—faggots—sissy boys. None of them are on your team, right?"

Inside, Jack felt like he was going to explode. I'm one of those freaks, as you like to call them. Yeah, me, your precious oldest child, the one destined to be the pastoral heir to the Miller family church. But seriously, fuck you.

Jack shook his head, his mouth turned down in a frown. "No, sir." The truth longed to spill out, finally allowing him to come clean about how he really felt. He wanted to talk about the issues he was living with since he realized he wanted a man, not a woman, to spend the rest of his life with. Prince Charming would save him, not a princess. Well, maybe not save him, but at least look at him and think Wow, he's cute.

But living in this small town where his father was the pastor of the largest church in the county, being gay wasn't an option. So he hid, waiting for salvation that was a bit different than what his dad preached. He'd heard of gay pride events because some of the parishioners wanted to drive into Atlanta and picket. He thanked God over and over again that his dad called them off, claiming they needed to focus on prayer this year, then next, they would go picket if God wanted them to.

Jack was sure God would be against First Congregational protesting gay pride, but so much of church was random. Usually, they were stuck doing what his father wanted instead of following scriptures. He was sick of bending to the leader's will instead of actually using biblical principles. It wasn't something he could ever say to his father. He'd toe the line, living as his dad wanted until he was free. Then, he'd find a boy he could love, holding him close and keeping him safe. They'd both keep each other safe in a real family where each member was valued. But that was a long time off in the future. Right now, Jack needed to tell his dad what he wanted to hear.

"No, sir, everyone on the team is a good guy."

"Good, we need to keep this town pure. If you hear of any of their type, I need to know. We can take care of it, showing them right from wrong."

Jack's stomach turned again. His world was a mess. He shook his father's hand and turned to leave.

"Don't forget, stop by the church after school."

"Yes, sir."

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Dr. Feelgood

Dr. Feelgood

Buy at Dreamspinner
Whether they’re paramedics, nurses, therapists, doctors, or even actors who play them on TV, the men in the medical profession must contend with job stress and long hours that can make finding love a challenge. These dedicated professionals aid patients from the severely injured to those just needing some help with a bath, and along the way find creative ways to release some tension, reconnect with past partners, and even forge something that might last a lifetime.

Injuries, huge workloads, dedication to duty, self-doubt, and fear of coming out of the closet are only some of the obstacles standing in the way of the men committed to easing pain and those in need of treatment. But with hard work, some humor, some steamy on- and off-the-job trysts, plenty of patience, and open hearts, doctors and patients alike can find the healing they need, whether it comes from a lifelong commitment or a quickie in the staff room.

The men in this anthology are looking for relief, and they’re in luck—the doctor is in.

Rx for Sex by Bru Baker
Hero Worship by Kris T. Bethke
Tourniquet by Kaye P. Hallows
Differential Diagnosis by Anna Martin
To the Next Level by Laura Mathews
In My Own Skin by Thea Nishimori
Iron Man by Meg O'Brien
Night Shift by Casey O'Neill
Mend What Is Broken by Fil Preis
Kind by Samuel Scott Preston
Right-hand Man by Rob Rosen
Pain Management by Brigham Vaughn
Doctor in the Desert by S.C Wynne
First and Last by Sara York

Excerpt from First and Last

“Oh.” Trevin’s mind tumbled over the memories of the last time they’d been together—graduation night. He and Jeffery had known each other, but they weren’t friends in high school since they hung out with different crowds. Jeff had been Mr. Smarty-Pants, and Trevin was a safety on the football team. Macho had been his mechanism to get through the fear of being gay and stuck in a small town. On graduation night, he and a few friends had headed out to one of the abandoned barns, drinking and playing loud music as they howled at the moon and celebrated their freedom. Jeffery showed up with a bunch of girls, and Trevin took a hike to one of the ponds when couples started pairing off. Smarty-Pants followed him, which had annoyed the hell out of Trevin. The beer smoothed his agitation, and he and Jeffery started talking. One thing led to another, and they ended up sitting on the bank of a pond, tossing rocks into the water.
Trevin reached for a rock that lay between them at the same time as Jeffery had. It was like lightning had struck him; even now, the thought of that accidental hand brush made him sweat.
Jeffery had looked up at him, his blue eyes so full of hope in the moonlight that Trevin had thrown caution to the wind and leaned close, brushing their lips together. It was like a firestorm erupted. They tumbled to the grass, and in no time flat they both had their dicks out, their bodies plastered together as Jeffery stroked them to heaven. The orgasm stole his breath and his mind, because all he wanted to do was lie on the grass and kiss Jeffery until they could do that again.
He had no idea how long they’d been out there kissing—long enough to leave his lips chapped and his balls emptied. Then he heard his name called. One of the girls was looking for him, probably to see if she could get laid since they were celebrating, but all Trevin wanted to do was screw Jeffery. The girl came closer, and he freaked, jumping up and tucking his dick into his pants as shame washed over him. Jeffery stood slowly and put away his junk, his soulful blue eyes searing Trevin’s soul.
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Thursday, January 16, 2014

William Cooper and Cabin Boys

There are some people who I really connect with. I love William. If you haven't had the pleasure of meeting William Cooper, you're missing out. Here's a note from William.

Self-Publishing vs Traditional Publishing

As an author of both Erotica and Erotic-Romances, I've been on both sides of the fence when it comes to self-publishing versus using a traditional publisher. There are many people on both sides who adamantly hate the other side. However, I believe both have their uses.

For short stories, especially short erotica stories, I've found self-publishing to work best. When a story is selling for $1.99 or $2.99, there isn't much wiggle room when it comes to royalty splits. Most publishers offer 50% net royalties. For a $2.99 story that sells on Amazon, the publisher will receive 70%, or $2.10 roughly. Of that, 50% would go to the author, roughly $1.05. So from each sale, I'd make just over a dollar. Not a great rate. However, if I were to self-publish that short story, I'd receive the full 70% of the sale after Amazon takes their cut of the pie, leaving me with $2.10.

The downside it self-publishing is that it makes me responsible for the cover art, editing, and promotion of the book. Cover art and editing can be done for flat fees. For some authors, they're able to do the cover art themselves, which saves a bit of money. Promotional work can usually be done for free, if you're willing to put in the leg work.

However, for erotic-romances, especially novel length books, I highly recommend using a publisher. While freelance editing is easily obtainable, to get the in depth edits most publishers provide can be rather expensive. A single round of freelance editing on a 10k book can be pretty affordable. Multiple rounds with multiple editors of a 50k novel can get very pricey. That alone can make using a publisher enticing.

But publishers offer more than that. They have on-staff cover artists who have experience creating not just a cover art that will attract buyers, but cover art that fits with your book. Publishers also have marketing staff that will submit your books to review sites, provide promo images, and much more. Not to mention, most publishers have their own followings. Many readers will buy anything Publisher X puts out just because they generally enjoy the books that publisher puts out.

Make sure to check out William's new book, Cabin Boys

Aaron has been in love with his brother for years. Unfortunately for Aaron, those feelings haven't been mutual. Elliot loves his brother, sure, but he's not in love with Aaron. After a drunken night up at their parents' cabin in the woods, could things finally be going Aaron's way?

Buy Link: Stiff Rain Press

Cabin Boys Excerpt

Elliot sent shivers through my body as he ran his tongue along my shaft. Arching my back, hips driving up to give him better access, I wished he’d stop teasing me. God, just suck it already. He opted for mercy and worked his magic by taking my cock into his hot mouth. Heart slamming against my ribs, I thought maybe his mouth might be what heaven feels like—sexual redemption to be found sliding my cock between his full, red lips.

With each rise and fall of Elliot’s head, I got closer to coming. The weight of the impending orgasm, the pressure in my balls drove me insane. I wanted him to take my cum, wanted him to swallow every last drop. Then I wanted to push him down onto the bed and suck his cock dry. I could almost hear his moans as he fisted my hair.

Just as I was about to come, I heard my bedroom door open and it jarred me out of my fantasy. I opened my eyes and yanked my blanket over my lower half as Elliot sauntered in. Even though it was pretty obvious what I’d been doing, I still didn’t need him to see for himself. The heat rising in my cheeks assured me they were bright red as I faced him down. It didn’t help that he was the object of my fantasy.

Elliot stood in the doorway, a slight grin on his face. He wore only a pair of basketball shorts. It was obvious he’d been working out in the basement again. Droplets of sweat slid down his body, moving along the curves of his chest and abs. I loved that the only hair he had on his chest was the little trail leading from his belly button to beneath his shorts. Elliot’s grin solidified my assumption that he knew I was jerking off.

Even though I was twenty-one, I felt like a teenager again. I couldn’t wait until I was out of the house and had my own place. I had hoped for some privacy by now, but Elliot had decided to live with our parents until he finished his MBA. He claimed it was far less expensive than on-campus housing or an apartment.

My gaze roamed over his body, from the contours of his shoulder, down his pecs and abs, to the small trail of hair that lead to the prize inside his shorts. Stop that! I chastised myself. I couldn’t let Elliot notice me ogling him, much less figure out he’d just interrupted a fantasy involving him. He was my brother, after all, and I can’t imagine he’d be pleased with it.

“You got any plans for the weekend?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes. The fucker could’ve at least said hello or apologized for not knocking when he came in. He reinforced my belief that I’d gotten all the manners from our genetic pool, and they’d drifted right past him. Elliot never was one to beat around the bush. “Nope, why?”

He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed in front of his chest, still grinning from his embarrassing masturbatory discovery. “I was thinking we could go up to the cabin for the weekend. We haven’t been up there since last summer, and I wanna grab some beers and have some fun before school starts up again.”

“Sounds good. I could use a few days away from the house. We leave in the morning?” Elliot was right. We hadn’t gone up there since about this time last year. We were well overdue for a break away from the rest of the world.

“Yeah, if that works for you. We can stop at the liquor store down the street and stock up like we always do. How’s that sound?”

I nodded. “Yeah, that works for me. What time we leaving?”

“Be ready to go around six,” Elliot said, then winked. “Have fun taking care of that.” He turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Six? Seriously? As far as I was concerned, there were no hours between two am and eight am. No one in their right mind wants to get up that early. But then again, no one ever said Elliot was in his right mind.

Truth be told, I looked forward to spending a few days up at the cabin. Spending some time together, just the two of us, would be a good way to bond like we’d done as kids. With school and everything, we’d drifted apart a bit, and I missed the easy rapport we’d had. But for now, I wanted to finish what I’d been doing before he interrupted. The sound of Elliot’s voice, and the memory of his sweaty torso, was more than enough to bring my cock back to full attention, despite my earlier embarrassment.

Buy Link: Stiff Rain Press

Author Bio:

William Cooper has been writing and reading since he was little. In 2010 he took the first step toward publishing a book and hasn’t looked back since. Whether it’s two men who met in college or brothers who have been in love their entire life, William loves to tell their story for everyone to read.

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