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Thursday, May 23, 2013

Beautiful Art

This is the artwork Will Parkinson and I were...discussing. The illustrations are by Areko Martianez. Areko can be reached at Areko54@gmail.com (he speaks Spanish so if you email, try for Spanish)

This is my favorite one, the one Will and I were talking about.







Friday, May 17, 2013

Love is Love Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia

Over the last year there have been many improvements in the fight against homophobia and transphobia. There are still hateful people out there, but the number of people against hate is growing. States actually recognize gay marriage. However, there is still hate. People are still beat up for no reason other than they want/desire someone of the same sex. When you take a step back, looking at the actions of homophobics, you see that their actions are full of hate. I don't have a great story this year or much to say except love is love.

This post struck me today. It's originally on Tumbler but I've posted it here. It broke my heart. This woman isn't wrong/broke/evil. She is normal, just like all gay and lesbians are just normal people who want the same rights as everyone else. Here's the link to the article.

http://missmutton.tumblr.com/post/50636487896/lexuswillow-this-is-an-old-family-picture-my

This is an old family picture.
My family does not support my being in the LGBTQIA community. They actually are opposed to it. They tell me every day that its disgusting and that it’s sinful and I’ll go to hell for liking women.
I moved out when I was seventeen, and in January I moved back in with them because I couldn’t handle everything that was going on. Every day one of my five siblings tells me to go back to Minnesota. My little brother Charlie (the black baby in the picture) is now 8 and he constantly physically attacks me and tells me that I’m not his sister and to leave. My other siblings make it very obvious and clear that they don’t want me here and my parents tell me constantly that they’re gonna kick me out soon.
I’ve been saving every penny for a bus ticket to Oregon to stay with my best friend and today I found this picture in my sisters’ room ON DISPLAY. Not hidden. On display. They cut my face out of the picture.
And that… That was just the last straw.
I don’t care if anyone reblogs this or whatever, I don’t wanna get popular, I just want people to know that this is not what a family looks like. This is not something people should have to go through.
This is no life.

May 17 is International day against Homophobia and Transphobia.

The main Hop page is here.

I'll be giving away a copy of an ebook from my backlist to one lucky commenter.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

IRM Anthologies - It's been a great year!

A little over a year ago a few authors said What if? We didn't stay at the pie in the sky stage for long but began actually planning what would later become four anthologies produced by IRM. I took the lead; becoming editor, cover artist, and publisher for all four books. The experience has been bittersweet, painful, beautiful, exhausting, and wonderful. I've lost sleep, pulled my hair out, cried and laughed over these books.


In the wonderful category, Winter Heat won Best Anthology of 2012. I'm so proud of the authors from Winter Heat. I can't express how amazing it was for a book I edited to win this award. As an author, I'm stoked that my story, Changing Currency, was part of an anthology that won Best Anthology. If you haven't taken the time to read Winter Heat you should, it really is a great collection of stories that will warm your heart.

In this process I've been able to work with some great authors. I've become close to many of you and can't wait to see you at the next author event. Many of the authors have become fast friends who I depend on and enjoy chatting with. They've brightened my horizons and made this experience worthwhile.

Tomorrow the fourth and final anthology that we began planning over a year ago will be available. I'm glad that this stage is done, a little sad that it's over, but relieved that I won't have to go through producing another book this way again.

To all of the authors who have participated, thank you for trusting me with your story. A Shot at Forever, my contribution to Men of Honor, is about love, loss and maybe finding something great. My portion of the royalties from Men of Honor will be donated to a local charity that focuses on helping military guys and giving them support. I hope you enjoy Men of Honor.


Purchase Men of Honor at Amazon, ARE

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Surrendered to Him by Sara York

This week Promoted by the Billionaire released. Surrendered to him is my contribution to this amazing
anthology. If you haven't picked up this book yet, you can get it at Amazon, ARE, or TEB







'Surrendered To Him' by Sara York
When the storm hits, everything changes. Will shifting priorities lead to a shift in life, or will Storm Bennett abandon his heart's desires?

Storm rules the Bennett Empire with an iron fist, never taking time to allow emotions into his life, leaving him looking like the bad guy in the media over and over again. When a typhoon hits the island where one of his hotels is located, he sees it as a chance to repair his damaged reputation.

On the island, nothing is as it should be. Storm meets Keoni, a native, who challenges everything Storm knows about relationships, family and love. Keoni is blown away by Storm but wants the man so badly he can taste it.

Can he risk his newfound peace, giving a part of himself to Storm, or will he stay detached, allowing love to slip away?

Excerpt: Storm cleared his throat and moved towards the bathroom. He turned around to ask where the towels were but Keoni was right there. For a short second fear filled Storm, then Keoni was touching him, his hand on Storm’s waist, pulling them closer. Their lips met in a fevered kiss. Storm pressed his chest against Keoni’s, loving the height of the man and his muscular bulk. Storm was thin with lean muscles, Keoni was big, his body filled with little dips and valleys from his ripped form.

Keoni pushed him backwards into the bathroom and shut the door. He had Storm pressed against the wall, his hips rocking forward slightly, causing their hardened dicks to rub against each other.
The kiss ended and Storm gasped, breathing fast as he searched Keoni’s eyes. The low light from the window was enough for him to see the passion and lust. Slowly, Keoni moved his fingers to the top of Storm’s pants. With deliberate moves he undid the snap then placed his fingers on the zipper. They stared at each other for a long moment before Keoni lowered the zip, pushing Storm’s pants over his rear. The material dropped to the floor. Storm kicked off his shoes and pushed his pants to the side. He stood in his underwear and socks, his breathing erratic as Keoni traced his ribs then moved to the bones of his hips.

“If you want me to stop, I will,” Keoni whispered.

“No. I want this.” Storm ran his hand down Keoni’s torso, stopping at his belly button. “You are so beautiful.”

They kissed again, this time it was less desperate, smoother and in control. Keoni grabbed hold of Storm’s wrists and lifted his arms over his head, stretching him out. He wanted to fight the hold, to break free and command the situation, but Keoni was the one in charge. Keoni broke the kiss and lowered his head to Storm’s pec, kissing all around, moving towards his pit. Keoni drew in a deep breath and moaned.

“Fuck, you smell good. I bet you taste good too.” Keoni slid his tongue from Storm’s underarm to his nipple, then swirled around the nub before covering it with his mouth and sucking.


Purchase Promoted by the Billionaire at AmazonARE, or TEB