Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Night Games (Game Play, Book 2) HC Brown & KevaD

 My good friends, H.C. Brown and KevaD, has the second book in their Game Play series out today!  Be sure and check it out! These two are some fantastic authors.   Drop by Liquid Silver and pick up your copy. You won't be disappointed. http://www.lsbooks.com/night-games-p733.php

Strand one stuffy executive and his prize-winning Chihuahua in the Brazilian jungle. Add a handsome, sexy roughneck, and watch the hilarious night games begin.

Joe Harrison’s attraction to the young, handsome part-owner of Bowers’ Beautiful Excursions has become an obsession. His purchase of a sailboat, and need for a skilled captain, gives him the opportunity to spend some time alone with the elusive Dazz.

Although sailing a brand-new schooner through pirate infested waters isn’t Dazz’s idea of fun, his desire to know Joe more intimately overrides his caution.

Hijacked by pirates and forced to flee into the jungle, they must overcome all obstacles and fight to recover the vessel. Will their fragile relationship survive the bittersweet trials to come?

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Golden Boys Free Oct 3-7

Check this out!!

Amber Green's M/M romance is going to be offered for free on Amazon October 3 through 7.

If you want an awesome read, you need to grab a copy!!

Golden Boys


With his easy laugh and knowing eyes, Jell grew up street, while I was raised to be a pillar of society. When the FBI asked me to betray him--the guy I've crushed on since ninth grade--I went straight to Jell. So he and I have one less secret between us. Which would be great if we didn't have to escape a psychiatric clinic in the middle of the night, half naked, with people shooting at us. The only refuge we can agree to head for is my crazy cousin Gator's retirement village.

Now we're lost. And I've never been so alive.


Amber's website: www.shapeshiftersinlust.com


My hackles rose as I came in through the garage door, though it took a minute to identify why: the crackle of the deep fryer and the aroma of onion rings. Mom fried grouper yesterday. With her fixation on Black Men’s Heart Disease, my mother does not countenance fried food twice in a week.

Terrific. Another we-still-love-you display to set the backdrop for another discussion of my sexual orientation. As if talking me out of being gay would be like talking me out of joining the navy.

My flunking out of med school had been bad enough. Nobody seemed sure whether to treat it more like my sister-in-law’s miscarriage or Cousin Wendy’s eloping with a known drunk. And—as of Monday—I’d topped that.

Maybe I should have come out when the fatal grade report arrived, killed all the family’s illusions at once, instead of waiting a few weeks to offer that twist to the knife.

"Ethan? Did you wipe your feet?"

I always wipe my feet. "Yes’m, but if I were an ax-murderer, wouldn’t this be a little bit late to ask?"

She smiled up at me. Not with her serene smile, but the careful one she’d worn since Monday. "I have a pot of boiling grease to throw."

Like you’d ever do that. I kissed her offered cheek.

She’d had her braids redone, meaning she’d taken the day off work. Normally the incense from the braiding parlor clung to her skin. Today, fried onion overrode the scent.

The oven dinged. She waved at it, her eyes on the fryer. "Would you get that, please?"

"That" was garlicky Cuban chicken with rice—yes!—and next to it a cheese-topped casserole with bits of broccoli and scorched triangles of sweet pepper peeking out.

My mood lightened as my mouth watered. Three hot dishes meant company, but no roast meant family only. Conversation would center on some cousin’s engagement or breakup, job or job prospects, or the ever-popular question of how to protect black youth from the invidious street culture. Topics besides my quite personal business, thankyouverymuch. "Who’s coming for supper?"

"Tonight it’s just Honey and Ron. Plus Dido, maybe."

Aunt Picky, Uncle Persnickety, and their Cousin Dyed-oh, who badly needed a husband to manage. I smothered a sigh. "I’ll give the front bathroom a quick polish."

"Your dad just finished it. He’s changing now."

Meaning I needed to wash up and change out of my scrubs quickly. My Student Nurse uniform. I’d bought this to wear as an intern, and wore it now as a symbol of my fall.

Her voice drifted after me. "Ron wants to talk to you after supper."

Terrific. They’d decided to sic the FBI on me.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Aleksandr Voinov - Incursion

Thanks for joining me on the Incursion virtual book tour! Feeling lucky? I’m giving away three prizes to commenters on any of the blog tour stops. Comment on this post (feel free to ask questions!) and you might win! The first winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift certificate and a swag bag with assorted magnets, wrist-bands and other goodies. Two more lucky winners will receive swag bags as well. I ship internationally and will draw the winners from all commenters after the tour is over. Deadline for entry is 7/15/12. Please include your email address in your comment so that I can contact you.  Enjoy!
How I came to write Incursion

Ideas are like free radicals – they ping around and you’re never quite sure what they’ll get up to. Unlike free radicals, they usually are not bad for your health (unless too much caffeine and too little sleep count).

Anyway. “Incursion” came from several sources. One was a reader’s request to write a book with a disabled character. I mulled the idea for a while, then handed the concept to my Muse, and Kyle was what he came up with. Another source was actually visual. Reese Dante did my cover for my fantasy novel “Scorpion”, which is about a brotherhood of mercenaries in a medieval fantasy world, and apart from the cover that eventually became the official cover for Scorpion, she sent me a piece of concept art that was a greyish, scruffed and metal-looking background with a black scorpion stencilled onto it.

I loved the look and feel of that, but it was a lot more science-fiction than fantasy. Regardless, though, it pinged an idea in my head that was “oh wow, I could write Scorpions in Space!” Hence “Incursion” features  another mercenary band, and I’ve named their ship Scorpion as a kind of in-joke for myself.

The last major input was a discussion we’ve had a few months ago in the m/m genre – a big blogger who styles herself as a supporter of the gay community defined “gay men” as only men who are born with a penis – thus excluding transmen and other variations. Almost needless to say, this was extremely upsetting to trans writers and transreaders and supporters. Somebody went out there and defined what it means to be a man, and it was just about a “penis attached from birth”.

This triggered in me the question “what makes us men?” and, because the Muse is ever-restless, “what makes us human?” Who defines us as monsters? Who defines our “true natures”?

Personally, dealing with these questions was a battle, and I’m grateful that the matter was brought up. It not only made me stronger while I went back to the drawing board and pondered these issues, it made me more thoughtful and then, having conquered my own issues, I could walk away without hatred or bitterness. Shapeshifters cannot be defined, and, quite frankly, those categories are alien to me, and some people simply can’t (or refuse to) see the full picture.

All of this went into “Incursion”. When I encounter an issue that touches me so deeply, I very often work it out on the page. Of course not to preachy or convert. At the end of the day, “Incursion” is a space opera, it’s a love story, it’s even a little spooky, and I hope it presents some ideas and images that are simply cool and entertain. I think it works perfectly well as-is, without a message. But for those who are looking for a message—it’s there.

Fighting with your back to the wall is all well and good—as long as you’ve chosen the right wall.
When the local authorities ask Kyle Juenger to hunt a shape-shifting Glyrinny spy, he can’t refuse. After all, he can use the reward to replace his paralyzed legs with cyberware, and maybe even to return to his home planet. Besides, he hates the morphs—those invasive, brain-eating monstrosities whose weapons cost him his legs.
Kyle’s best lead is the Scorpion, a mercenary ship armed to the teeth. Grimm, the Scorpion’s pilot and captain, fascinates Kyle. He’s everything Kyle lost with his legs, and he’s from the same home world. He’s also of the warrior caste—half priest, half savior. But Grimm’s been twisted by life as a merc, and Kyle’s stuck undercover as a criminal on the run.

That doesn’t stop Grimm from coming on to Kyle, or from insisting he’s more than the sum of his past and his useless legs. But Kyle has other concerns—like tracking a dangerous morph who could be wearing anyone’s face. And as if things weren’t complicated enough, Kyle can’t tell if Grimm is part of the solution . . . or part of the problem.


Aleksandr Voinov is an emigrant German author living near London, where he makes his living editing dodgy business English so it makes sense (and doesn’t melt anybody’s brain). He published five novels and many short stories in his native language, then switched to English and hasn’t looked back. His genres range from horror, science fiction, cyberpunk, and fantasy to contemporary, thriller, and historical erotic gay novels.

In his spare time, he goes weightlifting, explores historical sites, and meets other writers. He singlehandedly sustains three London bookstores with his ever-changing research projects and interests. His current interests include World War II, espionage, medieval tournaments, and prisoners of war. He loves traveling, action movies, and spy novels.

Visit Aleksandr’s website at http://www.aleksandrvoinov.com, his blog at http://www.aleksandrvoinov.blogspot.com, and follow him on Twitter, where he tweets as @aleksandrvoinov.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Blog Hop Manga and Romance - Contest/Prizes

What do you get?  Well, you'll be entered for the grand prize win of....check out the end of this post for the list of prizes.

If you comment here, be sure to put your email addy and I'll send out a copy of Blue Heaven to one poster.

Waves at everyone.  I am Jadette Paige. I write m/m fantasy/contemporary romance.

Why you ask?

I was a man in another life.


Don't look at me like that.

I happen to be very serious.

About four or five years ago, I played around with writing a m/m romance. Imagine the expressions (and comments) I received from my critique group when I posted a small (iddy biddy tiny - I blushed) section of a story.

They were like You wrote this???

Uh, yeah! What of it?

Oh, nothing, nothing, just can't see you writing M/M romance.

So to prove them wrong (human nature when you're competitive, right?), I set out to write a M/M fantasy romance. I finished and submitted it to a publisher. Two weeks later it was contracted. Verification? I think so.

From the very beginning of my writing career, I have told the stories through the male hero's pov. They come to me that way. Not the female's but the males. I'm comfortable in the male's POV. So was it a no brainer? I believe so.

My first m/m has received high reviews. You can check these out at Goodreads and on Amazon.

Blue Heaven

Take him from Heaven’s Seat. Bring him to me. We will protect his sacred head.

Stryver Zorti’s mission appears simple. Kidnap the Godchild and deliver him to his master. But with the first meeting of the holy man’s azure gaze, desire surges in him to strip bare the God and touch the man within.

Worshiped all his life, the Godchild is shocked by the stranger who dares lay hands on him, even if it is to save him from assassins. With a different name given by his new ally, Blue is freed from the constraints of the holy order for the first time. He revels in the extraordinary experiences opening to him, then in the passion that sparks between him and the hard-edged, oddly gentle Stryver.

But a god does not love, and if discovered, their precarious utopia will shatter, destroying any chance for a future together--that is, if the assassins don’t kill them first.

I love reading m/m romance and I adore writing m/m romance.

Will I stop because I'm a woman? Hell no!  Why? 


Cause I was a man in my previous life. And if Tite Kubo ends up killing off Yumichika or Ikkaku in this last story arc, I will be pissed! 

Jadette Paige


Scavenger hunt! 
Below is the list of links without comment sections and what I want you to find on each site.
·         Email me (hayley.b.james at gmail) with your answer.
·         Include "Blog Hop Prize" in the subject of your email.
·         An entry only counts if you email me the 1. site name and 2. the answer.
·         You can do as many as you want. It's one entry per site. (If you do two, your name is entered twice toward the grand prize)

Check back when the Hop begins to start the hunt!
Find me the name which appears on page eleven in the Spectre comic.

Find me what page TJ and Amal first exchange names.
(hint—chapter one)

Find me the link to Aarin Secret Yaoi Magazine.
(hint—this is on the main forum as a description)

Find me the release date of "Say Please" by Kano Miyamoto.

Find me the first written word on That Which Wills page nine.

The Prizes!

One ebook (7 in total) from each of the following authors: 
·         H.C. Brown
·         RJ Scott
·         Sara York
·         Shira Anthony
·         JR Loveless
·         Hayley B. James
·         Kerry Freeman

Two Yaoi Press titles.
·         Snatched Hero
·         Tender Master

Winner's pick of one Boy’s Love Bang Bang title:
·         Healing Music by Tatsumi Kaiya
·         Moon Centaur by Ayumi Sasaki
·         OverDrive by Koume Nakamura
·         Silly Gossip by Suzume Nogaki
Here's a list of other participants on the blog hop.