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Ellen Holiday on characters always getting their way and lots more, and a so-fine excerpt from *Inside the Beltway*

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Senator Davis Hudson has a silver tongue that has so far kept the stress off those lesser political organs, the heart and the brain. But he’s just made a political speech that will transform him from a Senate back-bencher to a public figure and presidential contender—whether he’s ready or not—and suddenly he wants his words and actions to mean something. It’s a crucial time in his political career, and Davis needs all the publicity he can get. He just doesn’t expect the highlight of his first CNN interview to be the conversation he has with makeup artist Kurt Lamb.

Kurt is smart, politically savvy, and uninterested in being part of a congressional sex scandal, which is why he tolerates being Davis’s dirty little secret. Despite the poor timing, Davis falls for him hard.

But Kurt isn’t the only skeleton in Davis’s closet. Davis’s ex-wife isn’t happy that he’s pursuing the presidency now, after all her years of hard work, and he has at least one more enemy on the Hill. Between them, they have all the tools they need to ruin a presidential candidate—and maybe his shot at happiness too.

Ellen Holiday started writing at the age of five and never stopped. Her passion has always been for romance, for the magic moment when words are no longer needed, breath stops, and the whole world consists of two souls connecting. Writing that moment, and all the madness surrounding it in every situation, remains her passion every day of her life.

She works in Washington, D.C., where the mix of history, beauty, and politics keeps her constantly intrigued, and lives just west of the city with her husband, with whom she shares a love of science fiction, gaming, and all things geeky. They also share plenty of romantic moments of their own.

Ellen Holiday can be contacted at ellenholidayz(at>gmail(dot)com.

The Interview

Q: How important are character names, to you, and how do you go about naming them? What about titles?
A: Most of my character names come to me, I don’t go searching for them. I can go from a face to a name, or just listen to another character all my new character by name, and I know who they are. Occasionally I have to go in and tweak them, but I don’t do a lot o research into finding the appropriate character name. They are who they are; I just write their stories.

Titles are very, very tricky beasts! I have a terrible time with them, and sometimes I have an easier time writing a story to go with a title than vice versa. The short stories I’ve published for Dreamspinner — “Touched by the West Wind” (for the Cross Bones anthology) and “Rainy Days and Star Charts” (for Higher Learning) are my favorite titles; my least favorite right now is the working title for the novel I’m currently writing, as it doesn’t quite convey what I’m going for, but it’s close enough for now.

Q: In what locale is your most recent book set? How compelling was it to set a story there? Do you choose location the same way every time? How?
A: “Inside the Beltway” is set in Washington, D.C., which is where I work; I was so happy to be able to write a political novel and to have it read realistically for the world I encounter every day. D.C. is like a different planet sometimes, but it’s such a fantastically layered and interesting place, and there’s so much going on here that I want to be able to convey. Both my current projects are also set in D.C., but I’d also really like to set a story or two in the Boston area, where I grew up and went to college. My other hope is to set a story in Japan, where I lived for a year. I’m fluent in the language and very interested in the society there, so I am hoping I can come up with a story that rings true to that country, as well. It’s incredibly important for me to be able to see the locales I’m writing about, and it’s also really fun for me to revisit places I’ve been with my stories. When I was a kid I did a lot of imagining love stories set in various places I visited and vacationed. So in a way I’ve been doing this my whole life.

Q: How much power do you give your characters in steering the story line?
A: They can do whatever they want, but I’ll go back and mess with them later if they’re not moving the story along. The most frustrating thing for me is how very much my characters want to be happy, and I just can’t let them be totally happy if I’m going to write a good story, no matter how much I may personally want to see them do well.

Q: What is the most satisfying element for you in writing gay relationships, and why?
A: I absolutely adore writing the self-discovery aspect of relationships. Questions of identity — who am I, how much of myself is immutable, what of myself do I show the world, etc. — hold enormous fascination for me, and for a person to fall in love requires a leap of faith, to show to another person his secret heart and hope that the feelings are returned. As each of my characters falls in love, he discovers something about himself that he didn’t know. Sometimes that’s “I can fall in love with a man,” sometimes it’s “I see myself as belonging to this or that group,” or “the boundary between my public and private selves lies in a different place than I thought.” These questions are ones all of us, not just gay people, struggles with, but I think writing gay relationships gives me a framework as a writer to deal with them directly and overtly. So that’s what I find satisfying. That, and all the inherent hotness of gorgeous men together — which contains elements of power dynamics and gender roles, which are also questions of identity, but they become more accessible because they’re, ahem, packaged in such an appealing way.

Q: Are readers involved in making your fiction–do they suggest stories or say what they’d like to read?
A: I absolutely love hearing from readers! I’m relatively new on the scene, so I have yet to build up a lot of fans, but absolutely everything I hear from readers is taken to heart. I’m not one of those people who shuns reviews (though perhaps I should) — reviews have taught me a lot about what readers are looking for, what aspects of my writing they find appealing and what they don’t. And I learn from them, above and beyond the boost or injury to my ego.

As for more direct suggestions, one of the ways I’ve been able to draw some people to my blog is by asking for direct writing challenges. I encourage anyone and everyone reading this to visit and look for my writing challenge posts!

Q: Describe the ideal relationship between author and readers.
A: I don’t know that I can speak to an ideal, but I can certainly say that I’m so delighted when readers take the time to leave a review or a rating or drop me a line or a tweet (@ellen_holiday!). I’m always so glad to hear from folks and have had some wonderful conversations with readers. There was a gentleman from England who emailed me, saying he wished he could vote for a politician like Davis Hudson (the protagonist of “Inside the Beltway”) – that was a great compliment! So readers, if you like what an author has to say, don’t hesitate to drop them a line. They may not all respond — they might be too busy writing the next book you’ll love — but it will give them great validation and motivation to keep writing.

Q: What do you find useful about reviews?
A: Oh, everything! As I mentioned above, I am happy to read both good and bad reviews of my work. Among other things, it gives me a snapshot of what people are looking for in their stories. And sometimes that’s different things. I have had reviews that have said Davis was a truly good politician and good man, and those that said he was smarmy and unlikeable. So sometimes it’s a wash, but when there is a trend among reviews, it’s definitely something to keep in mind for next time. Do I want to craft a story absolutely everyone will love? Of course. Am I likely to do that in this life or the next? Probably not. So I take reviews as a general idea of what at least part of the reading public is thinking. And it’s good stuff to know when I’m crafting plots.

Q: I’m well known for demanding to know an author’s opinion about which of their characters is the sexiest, and I’m making no exception for this group. Who, how, and why?

A: Oh, it’s so hard for me to decide! I have a thing about writing “real” men, not underwear model types, so for each of my characters I can tell you at least one of their physical “flaws.” If I have to choose a character that’s already been published, I will say Kurt Lamb, Davis’s love interest in “Inside the Beltway.” He’s tremendously smart and self-assured, but he has this dry wit and this way of smiling that is just brain-meltingly hot. I describe it as “wolflike” in the book. He’s like this lean, sexy wolfman who keeps making Davis’ heart skip a beat, and he does the same for me.

For the stories I’m currently working on, the hero of my next novel, Ryan Ryder, is a bit of a challenge for me. He holds opposite political views to my own, which makes him annoy me no end, but he’s incredibly funny and sarcastic and a joy to write. So I have a bit of a crush on him too, despite the fact that if he were real, I think I would want to smack him silly. Well. I’d want to do something to him.

Q: What are the fifty hottest words (approximate the word count) you’ve ever written, in your opinion. (Be sure to include citation).
A: Oh, dear lord! I’m sure I haven’t the slightest. Every time I write a love scene it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever written. The sex you’re having now is always the hottest sex ever. (LBS shakes her head sadly and responds to Ellen’s last sentence, “‘taint necessarily so.”)

Q: What are you doing now, what do plan to write next?
A: I’ve just completed the manuscript to a novella called “Small Miracles” that I’ve sent to my beta and am hoping to submit soon. It’s about a runaway who is living on the streets. He has a chance encounter with a man at a bar that turns into a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but after what he’s been through, he has trouble believing something good could ever happen to him. It’s a bit of a fairy tale, but a very romantic one.

My next novel is about a talk radio host whose political and personal views are thrown upside down when one of his callers challenges him to meet face-to-face. It’s a really intimate love story with a bit of a political edge, which is one of my favorite things to write (as you might have guessed!) It’s about two-thirds done and I’ll probably finish it early next year.

An Excerpt from Inside the Beltway

Kurt laid his bag on the kitchen table and strode into the kitchen area. Leaning backward against the rim of the sink, he raised his eyes to meet Davis’s. “Look,” he said, “I didn’t want to say anything in front of your driver, but I thought that I ought to apologize.”

Thrown for a loop, Davis frowned. “Apologize? You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Yeah, I do.” Kurt sighed. “I shouldn’t have sent that text. I shouldn’t have told you I thought about you. It was a stupid thing to do. I got the feeling I made you uncomfortable, and that wasn’t my intention.”

Davis kept watching the flex of his elbows, the way his wrists wrapped neatly around the edge of the counter and extended into those long, nimble hands.

Kurt was still talking. “I honestly like you, Davis. You’re just an amazing man, and I do have to admit that if things were different I might not hesitate to be a little more forward.”

The way those hands had felt, familiar and warm, against Davis’s face….

“But I’m aware that things are the way they are, and I don’t want you to think that I’d do anything to jeopardize our friendship or to make you feel like I was making a move that wasn’t welcome—”

Davis strode across the kitchen. Kurt’s breath, mid inhalation, became a quick gasp. Davis tipped his chin up quickly and brought Kurt’s still open mouth to his.

His lips on Kurt’s were a revelation, and Davis was hungry all of a sudden, drowning all of a sudden. He couldn’t breathe, didn’t ever want to break the surface. Kurt’s eyes closed sometime before Davis’s did, because Davis remembered seeing his eyelashes bob and droop. But then the world was dark, and all he knew was that there was a chest against his, strong hands on his arms, the counter a cold bite against his own hands. And Kurt was opening up to him, lips sliding apart beneath his, a small sound slipping out from his throat in the sudden devastating quiet of the small kitchen.

Kurt had been the one to gasp, but now Davis couldn’t breathe. He was taking in little sniffs of air through his nose, but they weren’t enough to fill up his lungs. Nothing was. Kurt’s lips were drawing out every inch of breath and life from him.

I’m going to die, he thought wildly. This man is going to kill me.

His fingers scrabbled hard for a place to hang on and found it in the collar of Kurt’s shirt, green and still damp and smelling of makeup. Kurt’s lips were warm and giving, utterly selfless. They didn’t demand a single thing of Davis, just gave and gave, and Davis was sure no one had ever been so generous to him in his life.

He broke off, staring at Kurt, lips swollen, eyes wide. “Oh my God,” he heard himself say briefly before his lips found Kurt’s again.

Kurt lifted his hands to Davis’s hair, brushed fingernails over his scalp. “It’s okay,” he whispered, words breaking against the assault of Davis’s mouth. “It’s okay. I’m right here.”

“Why—” Davis fought for breath. “Why are you saying that? Why—” He couldn’t stop kissing him, couldn’t stop taking in those lips, the lips that always gave.

“Shh.” Kurt’s hands tightened, held him still. He brushed his mouth against Davis’s once more. “You’re kissing me like I’m going to disappear. I’m not. I’m staying right here. Relax.”

“You don’t understand.” Deprived of the oxygen of Kurt’s touch, Davis wheezed. “You don’t. Once this stops, it can never happen again.”

“Sure it can.” Kurt was grinning, redness painting his cheekbones. He ran his hands across Davis’s neck to his jaw, dancing them across the subtle fuzz of his five o’clock shadow.

It felt good, too good. Davis shuddered head to toe. A sick feeling lurched in his stomach, and reality broke over him like a wave. He pushed away. “No, it can’t,” he said loudly, very nearly shouting. “This is a one-time mistake, and that’s all it can ever be.”

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Anne Barwell on writing mythic places and magic men, and a sweet excerpt from *Magic’s Muse*

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Sequel to Cat’s Quill
Hidden Places: Book Two

Tomas and Cathal have escaped from Naearu, Cathal’s mystical homeworld, but happily ever after is never as straightforward in real life as it is in books. Then again, most people don’t deal with the complication of a lover who’s magically bound to a tree or have an interfering cat for a cousin.

With Naearu’s police force, the Falcons, still after Cathal, he can’t go home. Now that he and Tomas have consummated their relationship, Cathal’s abilities are evolving and changing to the point that Tomas can sense them. And until the oak portal closes, Cathal—and his new life with Tomas—are in limbo, as Cathal can’t expect Tomas to stay with someone who can never venture past the property line. Will he and Tomas ever get to follow through on their engagement?

Anne Barwell lives in Wellington, New Zealand, sharing her home with her twin daughters, at least during the holidays, when one of them isn’t away at university. Her son has left home and started his own family, although she claims she is too young to be a grandmother already. Her three cats are convinced that the house is run to suit them; this is an ongoing “discussion,” and to date it appears as though the cats may be winning.

In 2008 she completed her conjoint BA in English Literature and Music/Bachelor of Teaching and has worked as a music teacher, a primary school teacher, and a librarian. She is a member of the Upper Hutt Science Fiction club and plays piano for her local church and violin for a local orchestra.

She is an avid reader across a wide range of genres and a watcher of far too many TV series and movies, although it can be argued that there is no such thing as “too many.” These, of course, are best enjoyed with a decent cup of tea and further the continuing argument that the concept of “spare time” is really just a myth.


The Interview

Q: How important are character names, to you, and how do you go about naming them? What about titles?
A: I need a title to start writing, and planning a story. The same with characters, although some of them change until they feel ‘right’, while others just turn up and that’s who they are. It’s the same with titles; some stories just come complete with a title, others I have to hunt for them until I know I have the right one. For the characters who aren’t so cooperative, I use name sites, and often the meaning behind the name is the final decider.

Q: In what locale is your most recent book set? How compelling was it to set a story there? Do you choose location the same way every time? How?
A: Magic’s Muse is set in a small English village called Oakwood which is on the outskirts of London. It doesn’t exist, although it draws inspiration from similar places. When I had the idea for Cat’s Quill, I knew it had to be an English village because of the feel of it, and the history. Setting it here wouldn’t have worked, we don’t have the mythology and history I needed – which is expanded upon more in Magic’s Muse. The fun part of this series is going to be in the last book when they return to Cathal’s home world of Naearu, a land which has embraced magic rather than science.

Often when I get an idea for a story, the location comes with it. The Echoes series was dictated by history as it’s set in WW2, and when I wrote Slow Dreaming I knew it would be set locally, and the Petone foreshore was perfect for the beach scenes.

Q: How much power do you give your characters in steering the story line?
A: *laughs* That sounds like I get a choice in the matter. I like to outline my stories, but have found out the hard way that it’s best just to ‘signpost’ those, as things always change I start writing as the characters run with it, and often in the opposite direction. When I was writing Shadowboxing I had a particular idea as to how a certain scene was going to go. Kit disagreed, and the writing stopped flowing until I backed down and gave him what he wanted. Still, outlines are nice, and I like a few illusions

Q: What is the most satisfying element for you in writing gay relationships, and why?
a: I like exploring relationships, and how various situations impact on people and those they care about. In writing gay relationships, I don’t have to worry about gender stereotypes, and can focus on the characters without any of that stuff. Also, they are the characters who turn up and want their story written, so I just go with the flow. I write what I want to read, and it’s great to able to add to a genre I enjoy reading.

Q: Are readers involved in making your fiction—do they suggest stories or say what they’d like to read?
A: It makes my day when readers want to discuss what I’ve written and I know they’ve enjoyed and got involved with my characters and storyline. I do work some ideas from readers into my stories. My current story about dragons came about because of a comment TJ Klune made in a chat, asking what fairy story I’d like to re-write. It’s kind of a George and the dragon story except that Georgia is the prince’s sister, and the dragon―well that would be telling.

The next installment of Hidden Places is called One Word, and came about in part because a friend at work read Cat’s Quill and wanted to make sure I was going to give Donovan his own happy ending. This is his and Ethan’s story.

Q: Describe the ideal relationship between author and readers.
A: An open relationship, where the author is free to be true to what she/he wants to write, and where readers feel free to give honest constructive reviews. Emphasis on constructive. It saddens me that as writers, if a reader reviews a story (which often sounds nothing like what we’ve actually written) an author often doesn’t feel as though she/he can reply to it. Tactful honesty should be a two way street. As a reader I love to be able to chat to authors about what they’ve written, and the same is true in reverse.

Q: What do you find useful about reviews?
A: I take a lot from a well thought out constructive review. While it’s impossible to write something that is going to please everyone, knowing that my characters have got under someone’s skin is a great feeling even if they don’t always agree with what the characters have done. It means I’ve succeeded. It’s also a good heads up for ‘okay that didn’t work’ so I’ll keep that in mind for next time.

Q: I’m well known for demanding to know an author’s opinion about which of their characters is the sexiest, and I’m making no exception for this group. Who, how, and why?
A: You expect me to choose? That’s something that is going to change the more I write, and depends whom I’m writing at the moment. I do admit, however, for having a soft spot for Michel in Shadowboxing. He has a lot of depth to his character, is very self-aware, and ready to take risks to protect the people he cares about. Plus he’s very easy on the eyes, which doesn’t hurt. Simon in The Sleepless City is coming very close though, and then there’s Aric and Denys who―stopping now while I’m ahead as I’m getting glared at by several SOs.

Q: What are the fifty hottest words (approximate the word count) you’ve ever written, in your opinion. (Be sure to include citation).
A: From Slow Dreaming:

Moments in time,” Sean sang softly, letting his breath brush over Jason’s skin. Was that what the two of them were? Moments in time, overlapping for just a few days? Unable to resist, he followed the outline of the tattoo with the tip of his tongue.

Jason groaned loudly. “Make love to me, Sean,” he whispered. “Take me, please.” He reached behind him, searching for Sean’s hand, linking their fingers together. “I want to be able to see you, though. I want to be able to remember this, to remember you like this.”

Q: What are you doing now, what do plan to write next?
A: My current WIP is A Knight to Remember, a fantasy story complete with dragons, and a quest for a sword. I’m hoping to have it finished by the end of the year. Next year I’m planning to work on Winter Duet which is the sequel to Shadowboxing, and a couple of projects with other Dreamspinner authors. The Sleepless City is an urban fantasy series―with vampires, werewolves, ghosts and more―but with a few twists, I’m writing with Elizabeth Noble. We’re aiming to have the first two books finished at the same time (we’re writing one each), to start the series with a good-sized introduction for readers. I’m also co-writing The Harp and the Sea, a historical story, with magic, set in Scotland, with Lou Sylvre. (LS—Yeah! *claps hands*

I seriously need more hours in the day…

Excerpt from Magic’s Muse

Cathal smiled. He removed the pencil from behind Tomas’s ear and placed it on the desk. He’d chewed the end of it again. “What I’ve read of it so far is very good, and I’m not just saying that because I love you.”

Cathal smiled. He removed the pencil from behind Tomas’s ear and placed it on the desk. He’d chewed the end of it again. “What I’ve read of it so far is very good, and I’m not just saying that because I love you.”

“That’s good to know.” Tomas threaded his fingers through Cathal’s hair, playing with it. Cathal had suggested shortening the length, as it was longer than what he’d observed to be the norm in this world, but Tomas would have none of it. He liked it the way it was, so unless it was something Cathal really wanted to do, there was no need for it to be cut. Apparently there was a wider variety now in what was considered fashionable than there was the previous time he’d visited. He’d worn it longer then too, and no one had commented, although he’d noticed the sideways looks he and Christian had received because of their dress and manner of speech.

“Can I read what you’ve written today?” Cathal was keen to see how the story was progressing. It was very different being able to read something as it was written, rather than having to wait until it was finished. It reminded him of when he was a child and his mother would tell them a story by the fire each night, careful to leave it in such a place so they’d want more.

“Of course.” Tomas leaned over and tapped several keys on his laptop. A whirring sound filled the room, and the printer began to spit out pieces of paper covered in writing. He’d shown Cathal how the machine worked earlier that morning. With every visit to this world, it seemed as though the devices they used became smaller and could do so much more. There were still so many new things to learn about and discover. Even the technology with which he thought he was familiar had changed, although he hadn’t had the opportunity to ask as many questions as he’d like. Taking things apart to find out more had gotten him into trouble ninety years ago, and he wasn’t about to test the theory that it might again.

Cathal got up from Tomas’s lap and retrieved the papers once the machine had done its work. He flopped down on the bed, already beginning to read what was written on them and losing himself in the words. “Oh, you’ve written the kiss!” This was what he and Tomas had role played, and the last time he’d seen it had been as handwritten notes in Tomas’s journal. Now Tomas was “taking dictation again”, he’d reverted to using his laptop instead of writing longhand, as he said it was faster and easier to edit later.

“And more.” Tomas didn’t move from his chair but instead watched Cathal read, chuckling at the way in which he devoured the new material.

“Deimos isn’t as good at keeping secrets as he thinks, is he?” It was very apparent, the more Cathal read, that Deimos was not of this world. His speech slipped into more of an old-fashioned pattern on several occasions. He also seemed unaware of some of the things of which Mark spoke, but that was understandable, as Cathal hadn’t heard of some of them either. What was 3D, and who was Harry Potter? How could so much have happened in this world in such a short time?

“Neither were you, my love.” Tomas stretched his arms out and took another sip of coffee. “I didn’t realize just how much at the time, but as they say, hindsight is twenty-twenty.”

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Vastine Bondurant interview, and a sexy-sweet excerpt from “Purly Gates”

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A lonely stretch of beach becomes a hiding place for two men who, when their paths cross, are determined not to be ships just passing in the night.

Purlman “Purly” Gates—dark, brooding, mysterious, hiding from his past and the hefty price on his head—is hopelessly attracted to the young man who strolls the beach every morning. At the risk of his own exposure and its deadly consequences, Purly succumbs to his desire and sets out to lure the beautiful enigma into his lair.

Lucky Cleary wants the swarthy stranger who watches him from the shadows of the cottage deck, and his morning promenades finally pay off when the man steps out onto the beach and into Lucky’s life in a move to bring their paths together.

But Lucky has a secret as well—a past mistake following close behind him, promising certain death if it catches up with him.

LS: Here is where you might ordinarily see a bio of the featured author. Vastine Bondurant, however, shall remain cloaked in tantalizing mystery–a bit like her sexy characters… No bio…

The Interview

Q: How important are character names, to you, and how do you go about naming them? What about titles?
A: Names, to me, are very important, almost as important as plot, because a name can say a lot about the character. Almost all my characters are name after real people, and I love listening to stories of the past from family and friends, and using names I hear. Titles? Oh, yes, crucial. That one little handful of words that have to CATCH a reader’s eyes. Oddly, so far, my titles on published works have been the characters’ names.

Q: In what locale is your most recent book set? How compelling was it to set a story there? Do you choose location the same way every time? How?
A: A secluded beach was my most recent locale for Purly Gates. And I chose it because I patterned my character Lucky after Rudolph Valentino who used to walk his dogs on the same beach every day. Other locales? Very compelling, for me. The scenery, the setting, are characters themselves.

Q: How much power do you give your characters in steering the story line? A: Oh, heck. I never intend to give them very much power, but they always take over.

Q: What is the most satisfying element for you in writing gay relationships, and why?
A: I’ve tried for a long time to answer that for myself. Something about it is so highly sensual, the chemistry between two men. I cannot put my finger on what satisfies me so about it, it just feels right. Maybe simply the mystery of it all, the NOT knowing why, is the beauty for me.

Q: Are readers involved in making your fiction—do they suggest stories or say what they’d like to read?
A: I’ve never been asked that before, but what an interesting question! To date, I don’t recall a reader suggesting anything for me to write. But, honestly, I think I’d enjoy that.

Q: Describe the ideal relationship between author and readers.
A: Oh, wow. What a cool question. I suppose the ideal is for the readers to feel as if they know the author. For them to be comfortable, to feel free to do as the question above stated—to feel free to suggest what they’d like to see in my stories. But, above all—respect, both ways.

Q: What do you find useful about reviews?
A: I’m one of those oddballs who loves reviews, good and bad. Who does not love a good review, a bit of praise, feedback to let the author know what a reader liked and why. But, just the same, a respectful not-so-good review can be valuable. I love using them as meters when I doubt elements in a story. If readers doubt the same things, I give credence to that. And I use it to make the next story better.

Q: I’m well known for demanding to know an author’s opinion about which of their characters is the sexiest, and I’m making no exception for this group. Who, how, and why?
A: Oh, heck, no fair. I only have one book under the Vastine name. (LS: And that book has at least two sexy characters from whom to choose, Vastine. Jus’ Sayin’.)

Q: What are the fifty hottest words (approximate the word count) you’ve ever written, in your opinion. (Be sure to include citation).
A: Oh, no. Thinking, thinking. Have I ever written any hot words? Honestly, the hottest words I ever wrote were under another pen name, and Vastine is the guest today. LOL. And, to date, I’ve not reached a heat level in my writing. (LS: Ahem. I direct the reader’s attention to the excerpt below from Purly Gates. Steamy. Yes, hot and sweet. Right?)

Q: What are you doing now, what do plan to write next?
A: Right now, working between two WIPS (one C. Zampa and one Vastine), and I don’t spill too much about my works-in-progress. I won’t allow myself to think of ‘next’ because my attention span is so short, I’m afraid I’ll just sort of wonder away and not finish the current works if I think very far ahead. Lol…

Excerpt from Purly Gates

Purly’s body felt so right. Warm. Strong. But it was a strength that couldn’t, even if it wanted to, hide its gentle core.

At first Purly stiffened with Lucky’s sudden move to lay against him but, after only a moment, he sighed and wrapped both arms about Lucky and pulled him closer.

Melted so comfortably, so safe, with the surprisingly smooth lines of the man’s body, Lucky realized he wanted—really wanted—this man. Oddly, not only to fuck but to…love? That seemed impossible, yet no other emotion fit the perfect light spreading through his veins at the sound of the even breathing and the steady, robust heartbeat. At the peace in being circled by the man’s embrace.

And, although a very hard-to-ignore erection rested just beneath Lucky’s arm, it touched him that Purly hadn’t made an advance to relieve it. The gentlemanly abstinence did touch Lucky, but it didn’t curb his own desire.

Purposely he pressed his arm a bit more firmly into the tempting hard-on and murmured, “Your music has stopped.”

A delicate chuckle rumbled from Purly’s chest to Lucky’s cheek. “It stopped a long time ago.”

“Hmm.” Shifting in Purly’s arms to intentionally touch his lips to the pulse at the man’s neck, Lucky sighed. “Will you play it again for me?”

The pulse accelerated beneath his lips, the strength of it—so virile, so primal—aroused Lucky.

He unwrapped his arms about Purly’s waist to allow him to rise from the divan and hungrily followed his stride to the phonograph.

Damn, those muscles—the arms, the thighs, the back, the ass—captured in the subtle glow from the lamp.

Lucky stared, devouring every detail of Purly’s body as the man wound the crank on the phonograph and lovingly placed the needle on the shiny black disk.

Purly ambled to the kitchen table, pulled a Chesterfield from its pack and lit it.

His muscles showcased in the pale light teased Lucky’s desire to an unbearable level.

He would make the first move.

Just as Purly turned and made a step to cross the room, Lucky stood and shrugged out of his shirt, allowing it to drop to the floor.

Purly stopped, clearly surprised. Hesitance registered in the dark eyes, but only for a moment as though he’d merely resisted for want of an invitation.

That passionate, brooding piano melody filled the room, stroked Lucky’s senses, taunted him.
Cupping his cock, he fondled the increasing stiffness through the fabric of his trousers.

Purly said nothing, only watched while taking a long drag on the cigarette.

After slowly blowing the smoke into the air, he returned the cigarette to the ashtray. “Lucky, after what’s happened to you…”

A slight, almost indiscernible quaver in the soft, satiny voice was the first sign of any nervousness from Purly.

Lucky smiled. “This is what I came here for.” While his stare locked with the onyx one, Lucky unfastened the belt then the trousers and wriggled out of them. They slid to the floor in a cloud of soft white at his feet.

Under the black gaze, Lucky trembled and smoothed his palms over his chest, lingering over the sensitive flesh of his nipples, kneading the hard buds between his fingers. The exquisite pressure increased in his balls, and he slid his fingers along the line of his belly to his cock. Wrapping it in his fist, he slowly stroked the warm shaft and moaned almost under his breath, “Please.”

He shook, every inch of him—scared, excited, ready—when Purly approached with the purpose and sensual sway of a huge cat that, having found its prey, was going to consume it.

Lucky headed for the small bedroom, the glorious beast following close and quiet.

Sinking onto the bed and reposing on the cool, rumpled covers, Lucky spread his legs and arched his body while massaging his aching erection. “I…want to see you.”

“See me?”


Purly straightened and tugged at the hem of his undershirt, pulled it over his head and dropped it to the floor. Without shifting his gaze from Lucky, he slid the white shorts along his hips and down his legs then stepped out of them.

Glorious. The solid physique of a gladiator, a prizefighter with pride in his posture, pumped for the match. Compact yet perfect proportioning from the imposing chest and shoulders, the tightly chiseled abdomen to the narrow hips.

Purly rested his palm on Lucky’s belly, caressed the lines of it with the awed but unsure touch of one daring to graze a master’s painting. “You are so beautiful.” Yet the words were a kiss, not a condemnation or a curse as it had seemed with Lionel. “But, Lucky, after what you’ve been through—”

“Please.” Reveling in the tiny spears of fire teasing his skin and the wonderful heaviness in his groin, Lucky arched his body into the warm, exploring palms. “I told you. This is what I want.” What I need, what I need so badly. Clutching Purly’s hand and squeezing his fingers, Lucky pleaded. “Please. Oh, God, please don’t be afraid to touch me.” And, until that very moment, Lucky hadn’t realized just what he did seek from this man. “Please make Lionel go away.”


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Chris T Kat on writing D/s stories with brat characters, and a sweet excerpt from *Silver Lining*

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Riley doesn’t understand why his relationship with Scott went downhill overnight. For weeks, he’s been trying to get the other man to talk to him, but Scott is distant—most of the time he just ignores Riley completely. It isn’t until a mutual acquaintance arrives at their home that Riley understands the pressure Scott has been under—and the danger they’re both in.

A Bittersweet Dreams title: It’s an unfortunate truth: love doesn’t always conquer all. Regardless of its strength, sometimes fate intervenes, tragedy strikes, or forces conspire against it. These stories of romance do not offer a traditional happy ending, but the strong and enduring love will still touch your heart and maybe move you to tears.

Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of almost 15 years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there’s any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks, or crafts.

Visit her blog at or add her on Twitter at You can contact her at christi_kat25 (at) yahoo (dot) com.

The Interview

Q: How important are character names, to you, and how do you go about naming them? What about titles?
A: I have a list with names that I like. When I start a new story I name the first character and then see what other name sounds good in combination with the first character’s name. I usually go for common names. I also have a very soft spot for nicknames.

Titles… oh well. Very rarely do I know the title in the beginning. Most of the time I play around with various titles in my head until I finally settle on one. I want the title to reflect an important part of the story. Example: I chose Seizing It because Kit eventually seized the opportunity to crawl out of his shell and trust Dale.

Q: In what locale is your most recent book set? How compelling was it to set a story there? Do you choose location the same way every time? How?
A: Silver Lining is set in Atlantic City. Most of my stories are set in and around that area because that’s the part of America I know from personal experience. I feel more comfortable describing neighborhoods, etc. I’ve seen with my own eyes. I hope to expand my horizon in the next couple of years. 😉

Q: How much power do you give your characters in steering the story line?
A: It depends very much on the story. Sometimes I outline the complete story—or rather I have the finished story in my mind and quickly jot down the important parts—and stick to it. Of course, sometimes the characters invent a new obstacle to overcome or discover a kink but I still follow the outline.

On other occasions I only know the beginning, the end and a few key scenes, which allows the characters to steer the story line much more. It can be fun to allow my characters so much power but it can also lead to me tearing my hair out because I have to rewrite scenes or can’t figure out how to get from A to B.

Q: What is the most satisfying element for you in writing gay relationships, and why?
A: I don’t have a real answer to this question. Even at a very young age I often thought after reading a book“oh, this is a good story but I would have liked it better if the two men had become a couple”. That’s how it always worked for me, no matter whether it was a book, a TV show or a movie. When I found yaoi mangas and after that the slash section of fan fiction I thought I was in a dreamland! Finally I’d found the stories I had craved for so long. I was so happy to see these stories that I soon started writing them myself. So, I don’t have an elaborate answer to your question, these stories are simply what I like to write (and read).

Q: Are readers involved in making your fiction—do they suggest stories or say what they’d like to read?
A: I haven’t had this experience since I’ve been published but when I wrote fan fiction my readers very often suggested stories or told me how they wanted a WIP (work in progress) to go on. Sometimes I listened to them and sometimes I didn’t…

Q: Describe the ideal relationship between author and readers.
A: It should be based on mutual respect. I like to connect with the people who read my stories, to know what they liked and what not. As a reader I’m mostly shy but if I found an author whose books I like I’m very loyal.

Q: What do you find useful about reviews?
A: Since I’m very new to the business I haven’t received so many reviews yet. So far I can only say that I like when the reviewer explains what worked for him/her and what not.

Q: I’m well known for demanding to know an author’s opinion about which of their characters is the sexiest, and I’m making no exception for this group. Who, how, and why?
A: They are all sexy in their own distinctive way but if I have to name one character, then it’s Andrew who is one of the main characters in A Purrfect Match, which will be released in December / January. He’s a tall, lithe blond man with a deep chin cleft and an easy smile. He’s stronger than he appears and embraces his sexuality (and kinks) openly.

Q: What are the fifty hottest words (approximate the word count) you’ve ever written, in your opinion. (Be sure to include citation).
A: I love to write D/S themed stories (with one of the characters being a “brat”) and the citation is from a story called “Flying Apart.” The characters are Ben and Joey. The line “obey me” sparked this particular story–it was a challenge in a yahoo group I belong to. Here’s the citation:

An excerpt from Silver Lining

In a low, hoarse voice, he demanded, “Leave your hands up. Don’t touch me.”

“I can’t! You have to restrain me!”

“I will do no such thing. Obey me,” he said softly.

Joey brought his hands up over his head, the soft command anchoring him in a way impossible to explain.

Q: What are you doing now, what do you plan to write next?
A: I’m writing the sequel to Secret Chemistry, which is scheduled for release in January. As for my next project—I’m torn between three other stories. One would be a sequel to a cop story (even though I haven’t submitted the first manuscript yet but I do like the characters very much), another one would be a fantasy story with elements of a D/S relationship and the last option would be a romance in which the main character would be handicapped.

“I’m not going to leave you and the same goes for you. You’re it for me.”
He said it with so much conviction, so much compassion, that I burst into tears. Scott was all I’d ever wanted. He was fun to be around, had an easygoing attitude, and it didn’t hurt that he had a body to die for. I never got what he saw in me. I was a whole head shorter than him, skinny, and never found the time to get a haircut, which naturally led to my curls growing into a barely tamable mane.

“You can’t say something like that,” I whined. “We’re only nineteen. All nineteen-year-olds promise each other to stay together forever. It never works.”

“That’s not true and even if it were, then we’ll be the exception to the rule.”

“You can’t just―”

He silenced me with a kiss. He deepened the kiss and the whole incident ended in us doing more fun stuff. I still flipped from time to time, but after a few months I stopped running. Scott told me he was proud of me when I stayed for the first time. I jumped him for that, muttering, “I don’t get why you put up with me.”

“I have a thing for drama queens,” he deadpanned.
For a fleeting second his comment hurt, then I discovered the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.


He grinned at me before he lavished my asshole with attention.

I got better at the not-flipping thing, though I never got the hang of the not-being-jealous thing. To be fair, Scott never gave me a reason to be jealous. It was merely the way other guys or girls looked at him, the open hunger in their eyes. The man was mine and mine alone. I never failed to make this clear to whoever dared to sidle up too close to him.

“Ri, cut it out, it’s not a pretty sight,” Scott always said in those moments.

I made a show of batting my lashes at him, all fake innocence.“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Scotty. Aren’t you the one who always tells me I’m the prettiest thing you ever saw?”

“You’re a scamp.”

I gasped in shock, put my hands above my heart, and widened my eyes before I gazed up at him.

“Me? You’re wounding me.”

“I am? Hmm, would it help if I tell you that you’re the prettiest scamp I’ve ever seen?”

“I don’t know, big guy, I really don’t know.”

Scott pulled me into his arms, kissed me thoroughly, and asked, “You made up your mind now?”

“Yeah, I’m keeping you even if you suck at giving compliments.”

That was how we worked. Scott was the calm one, grounding me, loving me in a way I never fathomed anyone would. If anything, we grew closer over the years. We forged a bond that nothing could ever destroy. Or so I thought.


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Cornelia Grey interview: the joy of short stories and more–also an excerpt from *Bounty Hunter*

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Bounty Hunter by Cornelia Grey It wasn’t so very long ago that James Campbell and William Hunt were lovers. They met at the horse ranch where they both worked, training and transporting stallions and mares all across the state and sometimes farther. But then, James discovered his employer’s secrets and the truth behind the job he loved so much. The knowledge was too much, and James had to do something about it.

Now, James Campbell is a wanted man. Every bounty hunter in the area is hot on his trail, eager to be the one who finally brings him in. William, though, is determined to get there first. But when he finally catches up to James, he’s torn between finding revenge for James’ betrayal and helping him escape. Because his feelings for James are as strong as ever, and because he’s not convinced that James was entirely wrong…

Cornelia Grey is a creative writing student fresh out of university, with a penchant for fine arts and the blues. Born and raised in the hills of Northern Italy, where she collected her share of poetry and narrative prizes, she is now based in London. After graduating with top grades, she is now busy with internships – literary agencies, publishing houses, and creative departments handling book series, among others. She also works as a freelance translator.

Her interests vary from painting to photography, from sewing to acting; when writing, she favors curious, surreal poems and short stories involving handsome young men seducing each other. She loves collecting people’s stories and re-discovering lost tales that deserve to be told.

The Interview

Q: How important are character names, to you, and how do you go about naming them? What about titles?
A: I guess that depends on the story! Sometimes, the title is all I have; I’m still working on the plot and I don’t even know how everything’s going to end, but the title is summing up the theme of the book, the main focus I have to bear in mind as I go along. Take, for example, three titles in an ongoing series of mine (of which only one has been published so far!): The Mercenary; The Stray; The Traitor. They describe the different ‘roles’ my protagonist finds himself stuck in, which are often imposed onto him from the outside.

Sometimes, instead, the title is the very last thing I know – in fact, I end up reading and re-reading the finished story looking for something that sticks out, maybe some peculiar expression that might sum up the ‘feel’ of the story.

I have a simlar approach when picking names. When the character’s appearance and personality are quite well-rounded in my head, I go through my name lists until I find something that fits. There’s usually just one name that jumps out and makes me go, ‘ah, so that’s who you are, my friend!’. Sometimes it feels more like digging out something that was hidden rather than making up something new.

Q: In what locale is your most recent book set? How compelling was it to set a story there? Do you choose location the same way every time? How?
A: The one thing that most of my settings have in common is – they aren’t real. But they usually aren’t 100% fantasy either. Let’s just say I like – tweaking reality, adding stuff to it, bending its rules. It’s probably got something to do with my love for magical realism. I always find it especially intriguing: there’s a base of reality, so you come into it with all sorts of logical expectations, and yet at every turn there might just be something unusual, absurd, magical popping up and turning all your certainties upside down. I find it exciting, that added layer of possibilities to a world that already offers so many; I love the added degree of freedom it allows, and the fun that comes with playing with the expected and unexpected, the unreal juxtaposed on the real.

In fact, most of my stories are set in a world that’s never grounded – no dates, no exact locations, no names, no definite reality. I like that, and I think it works for me because I mostly write short stories, and they have different rules than full-length novels. I love the idea of tuning in to whatever’s happening, wherever’s happening, and simpy watching it unfold for a while before departing again. Not every question is answered; this isn’t a full meal, it’s a bite, a savoury morsel. The story I’m currently editing follows this rule, too. It’s set in a circus – an old-fashioned circus, in a setting that has some historical features, but remains open to other possibilities. The atmosphere is steampunk-ish, even though there are no actual steampunk elements. I’d been wanting to play with a circus setting for a long time, and while I hope to use it in a longer piece soon, this was a very enjoyable start!

I guess I could sum up this ramble by saying that I really enjoy speculative fiction, and I similarly enjoy speculative settings – the ones that always leave you guessing!

Q: How much power do you give your characters in steering the story line?
A: It is limited, I have to say, since most of the time I come up with the entire plot before they actually have the chance to have their say – namely, before I start actually writing. It is mostly a bunch of adverse circumstances that I throw at the unsuspecting characters: they find themselves neck-deep in it before they can even realize what’s going on and they are swept along for a ride they didn’t expect, much less choose or want. So they don’t really have much of a say on that part, or on all the things that will inevitably go wrong along the way. But when I put them in an impossible situation, when it looks like there is no possible way out, that’s when they kick in and surprise me, finding unexpected, unpredictable, sometimes absurd solutions. Their outlandish flights of fancy allow them to overcome the squared, grey, rigid reality around them, and I always rely on them.

Q: What is the most satisfying element for you in writing gay relationships, and why?
A: Personally, I am very fascinated by alpha males. And I am even more fascinated when two alpha males collide. You know when two alpha lions meet, and their very instinct brings them to clash, to fight for dominance? That kind of electric, primal conflict is spellbinding. In my stories, I love to throw two alpha males together in difficult situations, and I love to watch them butt heads and get all growly and angry. They don’t dislike each other; but it is a challenge to learn to work together, to make their rough, sharp corners fit together in some sort of stabile combination. I love conflict, and as much as I like putting my characters in impossible situations – I’ll never be a writer of strictly domestic, quiet, relaxing stories; it’s life-or-death, razor’s edge, last-minute situations all the way – it’s even more fun if that’s complicated by an explosive inter-personal conflict. The poor guys just can’t catch a break. So they argue and fight, they are stubborn and hostile and yet at the same time they’re fiercely loyal and protective of each other almost to a fault. It’s this kind of incendiary interaction that keeps me hooked :)!

Q: Are readers involved in making your fiction—do they suggest stories or say what they’d like to read?
A: A little, yes! Mostly, I get many requests for sequels to my short stories. Often I’m tempted too; as I was mentioning, my short stories are often but a bite of something much bigger and more complex. I get to describe glimpses of fantastic worlds, introduce strange characters, hint at legends and mysterious pasts… and I’m left wanting more too; I want to keep exploring that world, to know more about those characters, to learn everything there is to know. But unfortunately, I am also very easily distracted: when I get a new shiny toy (= a brand new sparkling idea) all I want to do is dive into that next world that I still know nothing about and explore that. Since I have more ideas than I can write – I currently have 12 full plots competing for my attention, and clamoring when they get bumped back yet again in favour of the latest idea! – I end up never having the time to go dust off a world and characters I’ve already played with to see what else they might have to say. I’m terrible, I know! But I keep them neatly lined up on their shelf anyway, and dust them every now and then. They are always ready for action. So, dear readers, please don’t give up hope – hopefully I’ll get around to writing one of those sequels someday 🙂

Q: Describe the ideal relationship between author and readers.
A: I never really stopped to think about this! I guess an ideal relationship would be one where I behave and write all the requested sequels instead of chasing after the latest sparkly toy that strikes my fancy. Then obviously the readers would unconditionally love every word I ever penned, including grocery lists, drunken texts and the like, monarchs and presidents would offer conspicuous sums of money and private kingdoms for me to write their biographies, and my notebook from first grade with my early short stories would be framed and exhibited at the National Library with the Magna Charta. Well… you did say ideal ;)!

Q: What do you find useful about reviews?
A: You know how, after you’ve been working on a story for a while, you sort of get… blind spots? There are things you won’t see, you won’t notice, simply because you’ve had the text before your eyes for too long. I love how readers can spot details, connections or mistakes that I was completely blind to. Once a reader pointed out a clever symbolism in one of my stories that I had absolutely never noticed, let alone put there on purpose! Another pointed out a logical flaw in the actions of a characters, wondering why he’d done a certain thing when he had much more pressing priorities; well, I had no idea. Once she pointed it out, it was glaring and I was left wondering the exact same thing: but I had honestly been completely blind to it before. Reading reader comments and considerations about my stories, I’m often able to see them from a completely different perspective, seeing sides of them I had never noticed or considered before, finding new interpretations. It’s amazing how much readers can teach me about my own stories.

Q: I’m well known for demanding to know an author’s opinion about which of their characters is the sexiest, and I’m making no exception for this group. Who, how, and why?
A: Oooh, that is a tough question! I find all my boys super-hot. But I guess Captain Jonathan Tea, from my steampunk short story ‘The Tea Demon’, has an edge! He has green eyes, and luscious long brown hair tied in a braid – which, I’ll admit, is a recurring feature among my characters. He’s sarcastic and smart and annoying and intriguing; he can set things on fire with his eyes, and he loves a cup of fine tea. But what gives him the edge is that he’s a rogue, a pirate, the captain of a gorgeous flying ship, sailing across the beautiful Sea of Clouds… who wouldn’t want to be whisked away on such a ship?

Q: What are the fifty hottest words (approximate the word count) you’ve ever written, in your opinion. (Be sure to include citation).
A: Oh, that’s a tough choice! I’m not sure I can pick a favorite. But since I was mentioning that my favourite character is Captain Jonathan Tea, and that said captain also has the tendency to set stuff on fire with his eyes when he’s angry, I thought it would be appropriate if he was the one to carry the ‘hotness olympics’ torch… 😉

Jonathan was spread under his gaze, the most inviting offer: pale skin glistening with sweat, his chest heaving, every muscle tense as he panted and writhed under Eric’s slow torturous thrusts. He slit his eyes open, looking at Eric from under his messed up bangs. His face was flushed, an enticing blush spread on his cheekbones, his lips bitten red. He looked utterly undone as he gasped, his thick cock leaking a streak of precome on his well-defined abdomen.
– The Tea Demon, Dreamspinner Press

Q: What are you doing now, what do plan to write next?
A: At the moment, I’m in the editing stage of a short story for Storm Moon Press’ second gun kink anthology. I already contribuited a story to the first, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to write another gun-centric story; turns out this kink definitely does it for me!

As I was mentioning, it’s set in a strange, old-fashioned circus. Benjamin Pepperwhistle has wanted to join one all his life and, when the Fantabulous Circus of Wonders arrives in town, it’s just the chance he was waiting for. See, Benjamin has… a thing for guns, and it just so happens that Cole Beauchamp, the greatest pistoleer of all times, is a performer there. Benjamin is hellbent on becoming his assistant – except that Cole’s temper is explosive like his gunpowder, and Benjamin’s interest toward the pistoleer (and his gun!) soon turns out to be less than platonic…

The next project I have lined up is, surprisingly – a sequel! It’s a sequel for my short story ‘Bounty Hunter’, which was, incidentally, the first gun-kink story I wrote. We left our protagonists, James Campbell and William Hunt, in quite the pickle – and several readers have been asking to know what will become of their relationship. I was about halfway through when I abandoned it to work on the new shiny circus story… but I will get back to it as soon as this is done. Pinky swear!

An excerpt from Bounty Hunter

The man walked in the saloon, the wooden doors swinging heavily behind him. Gravel crackled under his boots as he was welcomed by the reek of cheap alcohol and gin sweat. The handful of drunken men barely spared him a glance. Someone was singing a crooked, out of tune, love song. Worn out cards slapped on wooden tabletops, the tired clinking of glass against glass as someone poured a drink.

William Hunt didn’t pay attention to any of it.

He had the best part of a whiskey flask in him, a gun heavy at his side, the stubble of four days on his face, and a sure lead. A lead he might have dragged out of a whimpering man, pressing the barrel of his gun hard into his cheek and wondering out loud whether at this particular angle the man’s eye would explode as the bullet tore through it before it blew up his brain. The man couldn’t speak fast enough to tell William what he wanted to know.

William hadn’t shot the man, of course. He hadn’t even intended to. He was just good at knowing what it would take to make a man talk; it came with the job after all. This one you could scare into spilling, that one you had to beat up, that one would crack after you broke a couple of fingers.

Whatever it took to get information.

William knew where James Campbell was holed up, and that was all he needed.

Worn steps creaked under his boots as he climbed the stairs. He bumped shoulders with a pudgy man coming down, wobbling, drunk off his ass, still trying to shove his shirt back into his trousers. He was escorted by a giggling woman whose hand was discreetly rummaging in the man’s pockets, relieving him of various possessions. William just walked on. He had business. Plus, truth be told, his sympathies went to the woman.
The lights were off, but there was still enough dusty sunlight coming in through the dirty window to see. The corridor was narrow, all the doors closed, scratched wood too thin to stifle the noises coming from inside the rooms: grunts and creaks and the choreographed high pitched moans of the whores. The third door to the left, the whimpering man had said, so William walked to it, stopped, and listened.

It seemed Campbell was having fun. It was no different from the sounds coming from the other rooms. It looked like William had gotten there at the best moment, too. He lifted his hand, placed it on the scraped wooden door, and heard the slamming of the headboard against the wall increase in speed and the woman’s wails rise in volume. They sounded oddly authentic and, despite himself, William found himself listening closely, trying to catch a hint of James’ voice. He remembered James’ low, guttural sounds, the harsh quality of his voice as he moaned in William’s ear, the broken words that started slipping from his lips in an uncontrolled litany when he was about to come. And more than his voice, his body—the span of tanned skin and taut vibrating muscle under William’s hands, his muscular chest heaving as he gasped, coated in a sheen of sweat. His blond hair ruffled and wild around his face as he looked up at William with glazed blue eyes, his strong legs tight around William’s hips as he pulled him in, strong and demanding and wild.

William could hear deep moans coming from inside the room, in a rich voice that made his skin prickle. He pressed his fingertips to the door, feeling splinters graze his skin, and swallowed.


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Dean Ocean on telling his own story, and an excerpt from *Holbrook Academy*

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Growing up is hard. Growing up in a society that silences anyone different is next to impossible. In 1925, the quiet, artistic Paul Blakely is turning seventeen and still hasn’t figured out what he wants to do with his life. His childhood at the prestigious Holbrook Academy is drawing to an end. Together with his friends Freddie and Emmett, he struggles to fly under the radar of schoolyard bullies who target them because they don’t fit in. Paul coasts through life a constant observer, never taking part—until he meets William Coleridge II.

Bold, good-looking, reckless Will is the only son of a hero from the Great War. In other words, he’s everything Paul is not, so when he tries to make friends, Paul is suspicious… but Paul can’t hold out against Will’s charm forever. As they grow closer, Paul finds himself discovering who he is, what he stands for, the meaning of friendship, and the true power of love. Knowing Will helps Paul answer questions about himself he didn’t know how to ask, but can he trust his heart to someone so impulsive?

My name is Dean Ocean. I am from Idaho. My favorite hobbies include anything I can do with one of my (several) dogs. In another life I was Daryl Dixon, in this life I’m a horse trainer, turned dog trainer turned author (because college was expensive and I should probably make use of that paper).

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Q: How important are character names, to you, and how do you go about naming them? What about titles?
A: I go back and forth on this subject. I know most people talk about their process like it’s a sacred art, and how characters “speak” to them in their subconscious. I am not one of those writers. I don’t take myself, nor my characters and by extension work, that seriously. I get asked a lot what I write about, or why I write what I write. And the only answer I can give is “I don’t know, it’s just an idea so I write it.” That sounds a lot more zen then it actually is.

I wanted it clear though, that my writing process isn’t so much about truth in art, or any such thing. I am the guy who has an idea, so he sits down and writes it. There’s no mysticism involved. However, that being said, Names have power. It’s an idea prevalent in almost all religions to date. And certainly is carried through in our culture where names can be a form of social branding (re: celebrities.) But I believe Jim Butch[er] put it best when he wrote in The Dresden Files when he said that names have a certain power to them. When I first read that it stuck with me. I had always been particular about naming characters, but mostly because I felt that certain names carried with them certain ideas, certain preconceptions. And I wanted the right preconceptions to go along with each character. And then upon reading that idea through Butcher’s work, I became very aware that what I was considering a preconception, by another turn could be called power.

So the simple answer is that; yes, I take naming characters very seriously. And put a great deal of thought and effort into figuring out those names. In fact in my first novel, Holbrook Academy, if you pay close attention each characters name has a Literary connection. It doesn’t impact the story one way or another if you catch it, or don’t. It’s simply there for my benefit, and for those like me who obsess over subtext.

Q: In what locale is your most recent book set? How compelling was it to set a story there? Do you choose location the same way every time? How?
A: Holbrook Academy is set in 1925 England. At a prestigious boarding school that shares a name with the title of the book. The school is located in a renovated castle in the English countryside, just north of Wales. The bulk of the book takes place in and around the school. For me the most significant part of all of this is the time. I needed a built in class system that was endemic in its use and still controlled much of the world the characters would be living in. It made perfect sense for this to lead me to England. My mother was born in England, and the bulk of her family still resides there. It’s a country I have visited, and have maintained a long distance love affair with for years. And at this time in England’s history she was recovering from the first World War. This was a time when a lot of things were changing in England. The old and new worlds were colliding and as society changed, and the ideas of the monarchy and aristocracy were slowly ebbing away there was a weird period of in-between. The emphasis on blood and old versus new money were being erased. This makes it a socially interesting time to set a story about growing up and figuring out who you are. Because England was in essence doing the same thing. And while there is little mention of it in the book its self, to me the historical context of that day in age played a very important part in Paul’s, the main character’s, ideas and decisions.

Q: How much power do you give your characters in steering the story line?
A: This goes back to my whole approach to writing. I don’t see the characters are having their own powers/identities. To me, it isn’t about “oh this character was speaking to me”, in fact I find that kind of phrasing rather off putting from other writers. Because it’s not a sentiment I can relate to in anyway. I pride myself on having fully fleshed out and developed characters, who are as real to the readers as they are to one another, but they are just figments of my imagination. Like I said before, I do not believe what I do is mystical, or in anyway some sort of spiritual experience. I get an idea for a story I want to tell, and I tell it. Often during the writing process the ideas flesh out, change, take a different shape as I become more invested in what I am doing, but none of this has any sort of magical persona about it. I am a writer because it’s what I do, not because it’s some sort of spiritual calling.

Q: What is the most satisfying element for you in writing gay relationships, and why?
A: As a mostly gay man, I find writing gay relationships more or less something I can relate to. I was always told growing up when writing that the best works come from writing what you know. So naturally, writing gay romantic relationships would be what I know, on a personal level. On a more intellectual level, for me, the idea is to portray a relationship as real as any other. I don’t like the notion people and society have that some how gay relationships are different from heterosexual relationships. Either less or more significant. They aren’t. They are exactly the same. They are comprised of people. People who make mistakes, care too much or too little, say the wrong things, lie, tell too much of the truth and generally go about making one another whole and tearing one another apart at the same time. The genders behind any given relationship are irrelevant, it’s about people, not sex.

Q: Are readers involved in making your fiction—do they suggest stories or say what they’d like to read?
A: Readers? None at all. I don’t give my audience any control over what’s happening. It isn’t their story I am telling, it’s the one I came up with. I am sort of a control freak like that. However close friends have a huge impact on my work. I often look to them for feedback on pieces, just so I can see if what I want to come across, is actually making it through the text (when you’re as fixated on subtext as I am, this matters a whole lot.) And by turn I indulge these same friends to make suggestions to current projects, or for new ones. I feel it’s the least I can do after harassing them during the early stages for feedback. And in general for tolerating my weirdly needy and alternately distant behavior.

Q: Describe the ideal relationship between author and readers.
A: I have no idea. To be honest I’ve never given it much thought. I’ve always felt like “here, this is my story. Take it or leave it.” But as I am now attempting to make a more proactive use of my eduction, I feel like I can’t simply throw things out to the Universe and hope it sticks. And for me, personally, I strive to make the reader see the story from my perspective. I want them to see it, feel it, and experience it the same way I intended. This is probably due in no small part to being a control freak at my core (but I think at our cores, all writers are – after all we’re manipulating whole worlds and lives for our own amusement.) For me, I think the relationship I want with my readers is one of mutual respect and loyalty. I will continue to write things they want to read, and they will in turn continue to hopefully support that habit. But should I ever be lucky enough to warrant speaking at panels, or conventions (or meeting any readers through any other means, even at Starbucks) I would like it if my readers felt like they knew me, as a person. I’m not interested in being any one’s hero, it’s not a job I am in anyway qualified for. But I would really enjoy it if my readers approached me and talked to me like I was their friend. I was someone they’d want to have a beer with, and if they are buying all the better!

Q: What do you find useful about reviews?
A: For me reviews are kind of a double edged sword. A good review can elevate my sense of self esteem, and my confidence that I am making the right steps in my career. A good review can carry a lot of self-confidence boosting goodness in it. A bad review on the other hand I don’t think is useful. Constructive criticism from editors and friends goes a long way to helping me look at my work from a different perspective. But for me a negative review would be difficult to stomach. Mostly because I have one of two reactions to negative reviews: “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about” or “Crap, I’m screwed.” Usually the latter eventually boils down to raw anger like the first, and I end up right back at “well you have no idea what you’re talking about.” So for me the negative reviews aren’t constructive, they just stir up a lot of negative emotions, and determination to force the person to eat their words. For some writers this might be a good thing, for me awakening any sense of malice tends to be counter productive, or end poorly for whomever I’m writing about. I avoid reviews of all sorts for that very reason. Fanmail on the other hand I absolutely love. But who doesn’t?

Q: I’m well known for demanding to know an author’s opinion about which of their characters is the sexiest, and I’m making no exception for this group. Who, how, and why?
A: I suppose that depends on your personality type. For me the two main characters in Holbrook Academy are so vastly different from one another, that they fall into two categories. While on the outside, physically I suppose Will is the more attractive. He’s better built, oozing with charm and confidence. Which naturally translates to a sort of magnetism. Will is bold and outgoing, which sometimes overshadows the introverted, quiet Paul. Paul is the consummate observer. He’s intelligent, with out having to boast about it, he’s talented and thoughtful. Physically he’s different from Will, with dark hair and bright blue eyes. Which aesthetically is a combination I find highly appealing. But Paul is shorter than Will, with less muscle tone and narrower shoulders. If I was told I had to date one of them, I’d likely date Paul. Will is too much like myself for us to get along for an extended period of time. We’d end up in a fist fight in short order.

Q: What are the fifty hottest words (approximate the word count) you’ve ever written, in your opinion. (Be sure to include citation).
A: I have no idea. That isn’t a cop out. That’s the truth. I don’t write sex scenes if I can at all avoid it I find them stressful. As a result even when I am told any given sex scene is incredibly hot etc by others, I find them trite and dismal and they often just conjure back up the feelings of stress I went through in writing it in the first place. So I will pass on this particular question, as I truthfully have no answer. For me the sex scenes I write aren’t sexy, they are nothing but stress.

Q: What are you doing now, what do plan to write next?
A: Currently I am attempting to finish a short story for the Talk Like a Pirate day promotional from Dreamspinner. (LS–this interview was completed some time ago by Mr. Ocean. Talk Like a Pirate Day was Sept. 20. If you’re interested in finding the story, contact the author, Dean Ocean.) I also have been working on a WWII epic off and on over the last year that is slowly working its way to completion. And most recently I began work on a Sci-Fi project that has gotten some promising interest though it’s just a chapter or so into the actual writing. I have ADHD, pretty severe ADHD actually. And I am un-medicated (I don’t take medication if I can at all avoid it, so far I am pretty high functioning in-spite of my brain chemistry’s best efforts). This means I tend towards having writing ADHD as well. I jump around working on multiple projects at a time to avoid getting burnt out on any one particular thing. The next thing I will actively have viewable for public consumption will be the short story “Modern Privateer.”

Excerpt from Holbrook Acadamy

Professor Wick began the period promptly at 10:00 a.m.

“Is everyone ready for some algebra today?” he asked. There was a collective groan from the students, followed by the sounds of books being set heavily on old wooden desks.

I sat in the back of class, as always. I sometimes found it hard to concentrate, and when you sat in the back of the class and kept your head down, there was less of a chance of being singled out and humiliated. Professor Wick was not prone to doing this as often as some teachers. The period slipped by slowly, I tried to take notes, but they eventually deviated into nothing but senseless doodles, so I gave up. Professor Wick wrote on the chalkboard hurriedly, and his handwriting, much like his speech, was garbled and made almost no sense. As he almost never turned around to look at the confused expressions on his students’ faces, he didn’t slow down or offer much explanation.

Thirty minutes into class, I had resigned myself to my fate. I had already managed to fill an entire sheet of paper with doodles, including a less than appropriate drawing of a menacing letter A eating the number three. It was at exactly 10:33 a.m. that the class was disrupted. The door to the lecture hall opened and then closed loudly, and in walked someone unlike anyone I’d ever known.

He was tall and lean; he walked casually, as if he wasn’t in any hurry to get where he was going. He had sand-colored hair that was longer than any other boy’s at Holbrook. He wore his tie lose, and the top collar button was undone on his shirt. I could see the tails of his shirt poking out from under the sweater we all wore as part of the uniform. He’d slung his blazer over one shoulder, and it swung behind him as he moved. He headed directly toward the professor, who still scribbled, unaware of anything going on, across the blackboard.

It wasn’t until the whole class had erupted into rumors and whispers that Professor Wick noticed anything was going on. He paused and then turned to stare. His awkward face was scrunched, and when he pushed his spectacles back up his nose it squished some of the longer hairs on his eyebrows. He scratched at his cheek with a chalk-covered finger and left a thin white line of residue behind. He took a folded slip of paper from the new boy’s hand and read it over carefully.

“Very well. Welcome to algebra, Mr. Coleridge. I believe there is a seat available in front of Mr. Blakely.” When Professor Wick pointed at me, I shrank further into my seat.

The new boy, Coleridge, nodded and headed back toward my seat with the same casual stride he’d used before. He clearly didn’t seem interested in hurrying so the lesson could continue. As he neared my desk, I noticed his skin was tan, as if he’d spent the entire summer on the beach. I also saw that his eyes were brown; they were a different shade of brown than any I’d known. They were almost like melting chocolate and caramel—strange warmth came from them. He must have caught me staring, because, just before he sat down, he smiled at me. His smile was different as well—lopsided, as if he only used one half of his mouth to do it, and the side that smiled had a dimple in the cheek.

My face felt hot as I turned my eyes back to my drawing page. I spent the rest of the class with my head down. When I dared to steal furtive glances at the new boy, he didn’t appear any more interested in the science of mathematics than I was. He was sitting back in his seat with one arm draped over the back and the other propped on the desk, with a pencil twirling in his long fingers. Once he glanced back at me and smiled. I stopped watching him after that.

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Elizabeth Noble on Reader Voices and appreciating reviews, and a tantalizing excerpt from *For the Long Run*

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After being bullied into the closet by his conservative senator father, Jay Molloy reconciles himself to a life of one-night stands instead of the loving D/s relationship he craves. When he meets the man of his dreams, trained Dom Eric Keger, all Jay dares to hope for is a quick fling. Eric has other ideas. He’s been hired by Jay’s father to run security at the family’s hunting resort, but now he has his heart set on Jay.

When murder victims begin to turn up at the resort, Eric and Jay start an investigation, but chasing down the killer proves less frustrating than dealing with Jay’s abusive, homophobic father. Exploring their new relationship would be hard enough on their own, but Eric and Jay also have to deal with politics, Jay’s fake fiancée, and a murderer who may be something more than human.

Elizabeth Noble started telling stories before she actually knew how to write, and her family was very happy when she learned to put words on a page. Those words turned into fan fiction that turned into a genuine love of M/M romance fiction. Being able to share her works with Dreamspinner is really a dream come true. She has a real love for all things sci-fi, futuristic, and supernatural and a bit of an unnatural interest in a super-volcano in Wyoming.

Elizabeth has three grown children and is now happily owned by three mutts, a foster mutt, and two cats. She lives in her native northeast Ohio. When she’s not writing she’s working as a veterinary nurse, so don’t be surprised to see her men with a pet or three. When at work she meets all sorts of interesting characters who often find their way into some story or another.

Visit her at her website, on her Facebook page, and her blog. You can contact her at elizabeth(dot)noble19(at)gmail(dot)com.

Q: How important are character names, to you, and how do you go about naming them? What about titles?
A: Titles are more important to me than the character names. I can’t write a book unless it has a title, and the title has some meaning to the story. I may be the only person who gets that meaning, but that doesn’t matter…lol

I don’t really have a system for naming characters and honestly some of them just come to me. Others are names I like (I keep a list of names I hear or see that appeal to me), and they almost never have some deep, hidden meaning. I’ve scouted through the data base at work too, picking out both first and last names for future use.

Q: In what locale is your most recent book set? How compelling was it to set a story there? Do you choose location the same way every time? How?
A: For the Long Run, which is released on September 12, 2012, takes place in a fictional town, on a fictional hunting resort in Montana. I chose Montana because a lot of people go there for big game hunting. One character grew up there, the other moves there. Part of the plot needed larger areas of secluded territory, which was another reason I chose Montana.

Q: How much power do you give your characters in steering the story line?
A: I don’t know as I consciously give them power, but I think they end up with it anyway. As a book is written and I get to know the characters better how they might react in a given situation becomes clearer. Sometimes that directly conflicts with the plot. Obviously something has to change and in most cases it’s the plot.

Writing in a series, which is my preferred style, characters grow, mature and sometimes change completely with their life situations more so than in a single book. It’s a balancing act, fitting fluid characters within plots and giving each equal importance.

Q: What is the most satisfying element for you in writing gay relationships, and why?
A: Not everyone writes same sex relationships, I like stepping off the beaten path so to speak. I love the fact that my characters are given a voice and in some small way help to break down prejudice and promote equality. It’s nice being able to take steps to a time people aren’t labeled.

I don’t think anyone will disagree that men and women are different. They think differently, act and react differently to different situations. Exploring how men face life and challenges as a couple is fascinating to me.

Q: Are readers involved in making your fiction—do they suggest stories or say what they’d like to read?
A: Good heavens yes! I’m deliriously happy when I received requests or suggestions from readers and ask for them any chance I get. I write for two reasons, one to please myself and two to please my readers. I have four published novels and one novella and every one to some extent was reader inspired.

Q: Describe the ideal relationship between author and readers.
A: One of my favorite things to do has become the chats where I can interact in some way with readers. Some people seem to be intimidated and hesitant to email or participate in a chat and I wish they wouldn’t be. I may always be a writer, but I wouldn’t be an author without readers.

I love the sorts of sites that allow and encourage interchanges between the authors and readers. I’m adding a section to my website for comments/suggestions/wishes in general and I hope readers will take advantage of it. It’s a blog style and called Reader Voices, I’d love if you’d stop by with a comment/suggestion or request.

Q: What do you find useful about reviews?
A: Reviewers by nature are critical and detail oriented. What I enjoy the most about reviews is seeing someone notice little details I’ll add to a character or storyline, even if they don’t like that detail they did notice.

I appreciate their honesty and the fact they took the time to not only read one of my books but to make comment on it, good, bad or indifferent. Most reviewers give examples of why they liked or disliked a book. Invariably what I think is the big appeal for a character or book really isn’t and what I might worry is a weak point is what reviewers seem to home in on as what they liked the best. That becomes an invaluable tool while plotting a book and makes me try to look at something from different ‘directions’ so to speak.

Q: I’m well known for demanding to know an author’s opinion about which of their characters is the sexiest, and I’m making no exception for this group. Who, how, and why?
A: The sexiest of my characters and my favorites are the ones whose stories are being told at the moment. Right now, that is Todd and Nick Ruger. Tomorrow it might be Cole and Dreyden, Jonas and Blair or… Comment by LS–I am amazed how many authors cheat on this question! Yes, Elizabeth, I mean you. Great non-answer, though! 😉 )

Q: What are the fifty hottest words (approximate the word count) you’ve ever written, in your opinion. (Be sure to include citation).
A: I don’t know if they’re the hottest, but they are among my favorites. They are taken from the last few paragraphs of Chained Hearts.

Todd believed in him, and at the end of the day that was all that really mattered to Nick. The one chain Nick never wanted to be rid of was the one around his heart that was firmly anchored to Todd’s heart. As long as he could feel that chain and its connection, Nick would never give up on himself.

Nick was loved. It was all he’d ever really needed.

Q: What are you doing now, what do you plan to write next?
A: Ahh….well remember you asked! I have a few irons in the proverbial fire. On the front page of my website I’ve been posting word counts for a few of my in progress works.

I am currently working hard on book four of the Sentries series, Collared Souls. For those of you following the series we finally—finally—get some answers about why things are as they are. Okay, in all fairness I’ve known all along, but the Ruger men haven’t and they are learning a lot!

Earlier this year I started a scifi series called Novi Orbis and am working on book one, Into the Blue. Some of the series highlights are mind wipes, worm holes, exploring the unknown and dinosaurs. There are three books planned for this series. I hope to have the first book completed by the end of this year or early next year.

I have been plotting and planning an urban fantasy series with fellow Dreamspinner author, Anne Barwell, called The Sleepless City. So far we have five books planned. There are vampires, werewolves and ghosts, oh my. We’ve diverged somewhat from traditional vampire and werewolf lore, so hopefully readers will enjoy our take and changes.

Excerpt from For the Long Run

Settling at the bar, Jay ordered a beer, preferring local brews to the bigger name brands. While he waited for his drink to show up, he scanned the menu, not sure what he wanted yet. When his beer arrived, he swiveled the bar stool around and leaned back against the bar to watch the start of the game. People filtered in and out, and the barmaid brought him a second beer along with some nachos and cheese.

The door swung open and a gust of cool air hit him. Jay glanced at the man coming through. He was tall, maybe an inch or two taller than Jay, older, with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. His trim waist blossomed to a powerful chest, round, muscled shoulders, and beefy arms. Thick thighs were encased in his well-fitting jeans, giving just enough of a hint of their bulging muscles. Jay liked a man with muscle, and he definitely had a thing for powerful legs. The guy was easily half again as wide as Jay, and he judged him to be early to midthirties, making him roughly ten years Jay’s senior.

He was gorgeous and the type of man Jay fantasized about but never really felt he could win. Jay was nice to look at but nothing like this. He considered himself more average. He was in shape, but leaner. He’d never have the sheer bulk and powerful physique gracing this man.

The man settled in a corner, out-of-the-way booth and ordered a beer, gaze skimming the bar before coming to rest on the television and the game. Jay hoped he’d looked away fast enough and wasn’t caught staring at the newcomer.

Too bad Jay was being forced into a marriage he didn’t want, to a woman he barely knew or liked. He knew exactly what he wanted but doubted he’d ever get it: a man who understood him. One who knew what he wanted and went after it, knew how to take without violence. A man who took the time to learn what Jay wanted—needed—and had the smarts to provide it.

A man like that one.

Jay’s quick glances in his direction morphed into longer looks until he realized he was staring again.

The man in the corner nodded to him and tipped his beer bottle at Jay when one team scored a basket. Jay hadn’t turned away fast enough and had been caught staring. Cheeks burning, Jay smiled back and ducked his head, breaking eye contact. A few minutes later, he took a deep breath and turned his head, looking to the side. The man’s gaze at once flicked from the game to Jay, a slow, easy smile spreading over his face.

Jay’s radar tingled. He knew that look, and it made his stomach go giddy and his cock get warm and thick. He offered a shy smile back. This man was definitely the right type of man for Jay, on a few levels.

The man tipped his beer at Jay before wrapping his lips around the bottle neck, taking a swig and watching Jay with dark, smoldering, lusty eyes. Jay gulped and looked down again, picking at the material of his jeans where they covered his knee.

Jay waited, wondering what would happen next. Was this man a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it? When the man shifted around, planted both feet on the floor, and leaned forward, gaze moving from the television to Jay and back a few times before he settled on watching him, Jay decided maybe he was indeed a man who saw what he wanted and then took it. The thought of this big man pinning him to a bed or wall, taking him and giving to him made Jay’s heart race.

Jay was never that lucky.

“Eric.” The man was standing beside Jay a few seconds later, hand extended, warm expression in his eyes and on his face.

Jay shook his hand, returning the smile with a shy one of his own. “Jay.”


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Lisa Marie Davis on baby name books and big cities, etc. and an exerpt form *Love Less Complicated*

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From college and AA meetings to his job working in a coffee shop, ex-con Gavin Chandler has a lot going on in his life. All he wants is to leave his past far behind him, especially the father who forced him to run drugs and sell his body. Romance doesn’t even register on his radar.

Then Braxton Irving, a self-employed security guard, shows up at the coffee shop, and Gavin finds he can’t deny his interest. After some serious soul searching, he finally asks Braxton out, and the two embark on a whirlwind affair.

But Braxton hasn’t been completely honest with Gavin about his motivation for coming to the coffee shop that day. Braxton’s feelings for Gavin are real, but so is his commitment to his work. Can their relationship survive once Gavin learns it was founded on a lie?

A self-proclaimed chocolate addict, with an almost obsessive love for gay men, Lisa Marie Davis mostly writes at night (all insomniacs should have a hobby!). Happily child-free herself, she indulges in spoiling her nephews, Zachary and Isaiah. The lone liberal in a fairly conservative family, she is quite happy being the standout and hopes to open some of the closed minds around her, with her constant arguments supporting GLBT rights.

Visit her blog at

The Interview

Q: How important are character names, to you, and how do you go about naming them? What about titles?
A: I love naming characters. In fact, the first thing that happens is a character names themselves and the details sort of build from there. I have several baby name books I flip through when I need inspiration and of course, there are about a million websites out there that are great for finding names with specific meanings. As for titles, those can be tricky. I usually try and find something that captures the overall theme of the story, but it’s not always easy.

Q: In what locale is your most recent book set? How compelling was it to set a story there? Do you choose location the same way every time? How?
A: Love Less Complicated is set in Boston. I like using cities like Boston, New York, and Chicago, because they are larger, well-known cities and it’s easier for readers to imagine the setting. I don’t have to spend pages giving a layout of the setting, because we can all conjure images of the cities I mentioned, whereas smaller towns or fictional communities require more detail. Sort of a cop out, but it’s one I’ll own up to.

Q: How much power do you give your characters in steering the story line?
A: They take total control. Total. On several occasions, I’ve had a layout in mind, for a story, but once the character starts calling the shots, things have changed completely. That’s part of the fun, taking the journey with a character that has very strong feelings about how their story should unfold.

Q: What is the most satisfying element for you in writing gay relationships, and why?
A: There are a lot of misinformed people in our society who believe gays can’t have meaningful, loving, lasting relationships and I have to admit, that is an unfounded concept that annoys and offends me. I like portraying characters that are capable of loving, mature, nurturing relationships to kind of drive home the point that two men are perfectly capable and willing to commit themselves to a relationship. That’s the intellectual answer. From a purely superficial standpoint, I have to admit, I do enjoy the idea of two, strong, sexy men taking delight in one another.

Q: Are readers involved in making your fiction—do they suggest stories or say what they’d like to read?
A: Actually, Moving Forward, the sequel to Dreams Come True, came about because several readers said they wanted to know what happened next with James and Payne. Their interest in the characters prompted me to return to the characters and see what was going on with them, in their new life.

Q: Describe the ideal relationship between author and readers.
A: Writing (for me, at least) is a very emotional experience and I tend to become quite attached to my characters. They are real for me. I want to write them, share their story, in a way that makes them real for the reader as well. I want the reader to care about each character as much as I do, to feel for them, root for them, maybe even miss them when the story comes to an end.

Q: What do you find useful about reviews?
A: I like the reviews where the reviewer points out what worked for them, and what didn’t. It’s nice to see the contrast and that style of review lets me know what areas really need work in future books.

Q: I’m well known for demanding to know an author’s opinion about which of their characters is the sexiest, and I’m making no exception for this group. Who, how, and why?
A: Oh, that’s a hard question! Yikes! I’ve always loved Slate from Come Back To Me. He’s rough, sexy, a secret paranormal agent who fights like hell to get back to the great love of his life. Zander from Jasper’s Journey is another character that has always stayed with me. He’s a reporter who was wounded while working in Iraq and after returning home, he works with Jasper to find the person responsible for murdering Jasper’s sister years before; he’s the quietly strong sort, confident, and intensely protective as he and Jasper begin falling in love.

Q: What are the fifty hottest words (approximate the word count) you’ve ever written, in your opinion. (Be sure to include citation).
A: I think my favorite scene is from my latest release, Love Less Complicated.

“Need you, Braxton… please, I need you inside of me….” His plea ended on a whimper. He was too turned on, too needy and aroused, and Braxton seemed to understand how desperately their obviously mutual need craved satisfaction—he nearly toppled the nightstand in his scuttle to retrieve condoms and lube. His frantic search would have amused Gavin, but he was too lost in the moment, in the throbbing desire, to find anything remotely amusing, and Braxton cursed in relief when he finally found what he was looking for. He tossed the condom on the bed, and his hands shook as he popped open the lube and generously coated his fingers before claiming Gavin’s mouth once again in a kiss that could only be described as toe-curling. There was such fierce intensity to the kiss that Gavin felt utterly consumed by it, even as Braxton slipped a
clever hand between his thighs, where tender fingers began brushing gently over his puckered opening.

Q: What are you doing now, what do plan to write next?
A: I have been dealing with the worst writer’s block, but I have several ideas bouncing around. I’d like to get more into paranormal and maybe something with sexy cowboys.

An Excerpt from Love Less Complicated

“Gavin?” The voice was rich and warm, unmistakable. There was a hint of an accent, just a slight drawl that always reminded him Braxton had spent his first fifteen years living in Atlanta, and sometimes he still sounded like a country boy. It was damn sexy. “I just got your message, and I called to say I’d love to get together.”

“Ah… really? I mean… I wasn’t sure if you would….” He stumbled over the words, cursing himself for being so damn flustered.

“Are you kidding? Gavin, I wanted you to call. Hell, if you hadn’t mentioned going out, believe me, I would have, and actually, I’m hoping you’re free tomorrow night.”


“Honestly, I’d ask you out tonight, but I have a late meeting with a client.”

“Ah, no. No, I mean, tomorrow would be wonderful. I’d like that.” Christ, could I be more of a freakin’ dork? Why is he interested in dating someone who can’t even handle a phone conversation? “I work until seven. Maybe I could meet you somewhere around eight?” An hour would give him ample time to shower, change, and possibly have a nervous breakdown—how else did one deal with first-date jitters?

“Tell ya what. I’ll pick you up at eight. How’s that?”

“You don’t have to go through any trouble….”

“Gavin, it’s a date. Okay? I want to do the whole nine yards.”

“And the whole nine yards includes… what?” He couldn’t help but smile, because damn, he was honestly excited.

“Let’s see….” Braxton sighed dramatically, and something about the sound made Gavin feel warm inside. He rolled his eyes at himself. “I pick you up. We go out. We have dinner at a nice restaurant. Maybe we follow that with a movie. Or maybe dancing, if you’re interested. I wouldn’t object to a lovely walk, and maybe, if I’m really lucky, when I walk you to your door at the end of the night, I get a kiss.”

“A kiss?”

“A small one. Maybe. If you’re interested in kissing me.”

“It’s something I will certainly consider.” Hell, it was something he had already considered on more than one occasion.

“In that case, darlin’, I will see you tomorrow night at eight o’clock, and I am really looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” Gavin whispered. “Tomorrow night. Eight o’clock.” It’s a date. He found himself smiling as he told Braxton where to pick him up, and long after the call ended, he continued smiling, humming to himself, feeling genuinely excited.

He was taking the risk, going for what he wanted, and hell yes, he was terrified, but he wouldn’t allow something as mundane as terror of the unknown stop him from exploring what Braxton made him feel. Baby steps. Right? Start with a date. Just go out and have a good time and then decide what happens next and what Braxton needs to know. If the date was indeed successful, he would decide how best to share his past with Braxton, and then… well, if it did come to that, the next move would certainly be Braxton’s to make, but Gavin figured that was a bridge he would either cross—or burn—when and if he reached that elusive point. For now, just relax and take a leap. You’ve earned the right to find some happiness, Gavin. Don’t allow Daddy Dearest and his cohorts to stand between you and what you want, because no matter what does or doesn’t happen with Braxton, your life is finally your own, and you have every right to live it and live it on your own terms.

With that firmly in mind, he went back to work, happy and excited and eager to take yet another step in learning to live.

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