Friday, November 25, 2011

Friend Release: Jamie Fessenden: The Dogs of Cyberwar

So, visiting today is Jamie, a fellow Dreamspinnre author, and the book he has coming out is not exactly the romance  normally talk about, but it looks really good, just the same. Check it out:

"The Dogs of Cyberwar" by Jamie Fessenden

BLURB Connor is a netrunner: a hacker who ventures into cyberspace to steal data from corporate computers. As he hides out in the slums of Seattle, he’s attacked by a street gang and, incredibly, rescued by one of the members. His rescuer is a man named Luis, who has decided Connor needs his protection.
But instead of providing safety, Luis’s presence wreaks havoc with Connor’s online identity, and they find themselves hunted by a lethal security force. While they attempt to escape the city, Connor finds himself struggling to survive with the most lethal killer ever pitted against the corporations that control the FreeCorp—and he risks losing his heart to the same man.
EXCERPT -- Rated PG -- M/M -- "The Dogs of Cyberwar" by Jamie Fessenden
The gym had sleep capsules in a room off to one side of the locker room. These were “rooms” just big enough for a person to crawl into and sleep. But they were comfortable enough and provided access to the Net, which Connor would need in order to finish the job he’d contracted for. 

But when he swiped his wrist across the reader and the door swung open, he discovered a new drawback to having Luis for his bodyguard.

“Is that big enough for both of us?” the Latino asked, peering into the capsule.

This took Connor aback. “What? No, not really. Can’t you get your own?”

“I don’t have any money,” Luis reminded him.

Jesus. Just how much was this deal going to end up costing him on a regular basis?

“I suppose I could rent you a capsule,” Connor said, not bothering to hide his annoyance. The capsules were pretty pricey.

“That’s all right,” Luis replied. “I’ll just keep watch out here.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You have to sleep.”

“If I’m locked in another capsule, I might not hear if somebody comes after you.”

“It’s not like I get attacked every time I try to sleep,” Connor protested. But he could see from the look in Luis’s eyes that this argument wouldn’t get him anywhere. Luis had decided that Connor needed to be protected. And that meant not leaving his side, apparently. “So your idea of being my bodyguard is pretty much what other people would call a ‘stalker’?”

“Don’t you think your bodyguard should be nearby whenever you need him?”

“If I have to take a shit, are you going to come into the stall with me?” Connor asked him, irritated. “No, don’t answer that. We’ll save it for a surprise. In the meantime, if you’re going to be like this, you might as well just get in the goddamned capsule with me. They’re big enough for two, if

you don’t mind being snug. But leave everything you don’t need in the locker.”

Following his own advice, Connor stripped to his underwear. There certainly wasn’t going to be room in there to undress if Luis was inside with him. The one thing he brought in was his cyber deck.

Luis followed his example and stripped to his underwear, though he insisted on bringing his gun with him into the capsule. Connor prayed neither of them rolled over on it in the night.

It was pretty cramped when they were both inside and the door was locked, but thankfully the capsule had air conditioning. Not that Luis smelled bad. In fact, once he was stretched out beside Connor, his chest at the level of

Connor’s face, Connor found that he liked the faint masculine musk Luis seemed to radiate. The scent was clean and held a trace of the generic liquid soap available in the gym shower, but it was unmistakably manly.

It was impossible for their skin not to touch in this close space, but Luis didn’t seem to care. When Connor glanced up at his face, he found Luis looking at him thoughtfully with those beautiful dark eyes. Not for the first time, Connor wondered whether Luis was gay or straight. So far, he hadn’t given much indication—unless the fact that he had a strong desire to make himself subservient to another man was a sign.

“Um… just so we’re clear about this,” Connor began, uncertain how exactly to phrase the question, “Are you…expecting sex out of this arrangement?”

Luis shook his head, smiling at his discomfort. “No. Although I did my time giving hand jobs for money, so if you want me to get you off….”

“No,” Connor answered quickly. Luis was certainly not the first guy he’d known who’d resorted to prostitution to get by, so he didn’t fault him for it. But he didn’t want some guy helping him “get off” if the guy wasn’t enjoying it himself. “So you don’t like guys, then?”

Luis shrugged. “I guess I don’t really care one way or another. If I like someone, I’ll fuck them. It doesn’t matter if they’re male or female.”

“All right. That’s cool. I generally just like guys, myself.”

Muy bien.”

That seemed to end the discussion. Connor wasn’t certain if he liked the fact that Luis had left the possibility of sex open. This guy was already complicating his life. If they started fucking around, it would get even more complicated.

*   *   *

Luis smiled at Connor and lowered his head to the pillow they’d be sharing. “I already have a job as a bodyguard.”

“I can’t pay.”

“Just feed me. That’s all I need.”

“And a ‘purpose’?”

“I want someone to protect,” Luis said, his voice beginning to sound sleepy. “I don’t like being the bad guy. Is that wrong?”

Connor sighed. “No, it’s not wrong. But you realize you’re protecting someone who steals and destroys data, don’t you? I’m not exactly a ‘good guy,’ myself.”

There was no response, and Connor glanced up to see that Luis had drifted off. Asleep, there was something innocent and childlike in his beautiful face. Of course, Connor had to remind himself, this was the man he’d just seen cut two men into tiny pieces.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Sunday Entertainment: Nov 20, 2011

To start off with, Damon, once again, has gone and put himself in the spotlight. His book,  Hot Head, has made it into  the semi-finals of Goodreads's best romance of 2011. So that's cool beans. Congrats, Damon. As I've mentioned my opinion before, well deserved. (It might be I keep talking about this because I just love the look of the cover and want to post it again. That's always a possibility.)

This week, I finally took some time for myself and watched a movie. I picked up Torch Song Trilogy. Now, I'm not a gay guy, so I might have missed a few cliches present in this movie. I dare say there were more than a few, like the gay bashing death of beloved, the bi guy who can't decide what he wants, and the mother...the Jewish, New York But...She was definitely cliche, yes. She was also...oddly sympathetic, though at some points I wanted to hate her. I really did, but in the end, couldn't, because she might have been closed off and narrow in her definitions of things, but she didn't stay that way. She tried, and that made all the difference as to how I felt about her character. And the scene between Arnold and his mother?
"You want to be a part of my life, I'm not editing out the parts you don't like...There's one more thing you'd better understand: I have taught myself to sew, cook, build furniture, fix plumbing, I can even pat myself on the back when necessary. All so that I don't have to ask anyone for anything. There's nothing I need from anyone except love and respect and anyone who can't give me those two things has no place in my life."
That will be one of my favorite scenes in any movie for a really long time, I think. I can't think of a sentiment truer to life than that, and brilliantly presented, writing, acting, everything. Great movie. I'll probably rent it again.


There are three special events going on at Dreamspinner between now and the end of November that you may want to know about:

First, we're having a We Are Thankful Sale, 20% off everything on the web site through Nov. 30.

Secondly, we reached 1500 fans again on our Facebook page after FB ate the old one. To say thank you, there's a code on the page for 15% off one order of any size over the next year. Please visit the FB page,, to get the code.

Finally, every purchase between now and Nov. 30 enters you in a drawing for a Kindle Fire, to be drawn on Dec. 1.

It snowed. That is all.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Sunday Entertainment: Nov 12, 2011

20111109-083717.jpgHere's some good news for our genre, yet again. Seems Amazon has a "Best Book" thingy, in which they chose what 'they' (don't know who they are, but anyway) chose what books stood out for the year. In their "Gay & Lesbian" category, Dreamspinner author TJ Klune has had the honor of his book "Bear, Otter and the Kid" be named one of the best. Well done, TJ. It's on my list of books to read. Looks like I'm going to have to move it up the queue.

A lovely book trailer for Salad on the Side author, Karenna Colcroft, though it isn't for Salad, it's still a pretty thing to show off, and it was made by Winterheart Designs. 0eH51WRGMkc I confess, I have no idea how to embed this. Sorry)


This past week, I signed a contract with Dreamspinner Press for a new short story that will be published in May of 2012, under their Bittersweet line. How excited am I by that? Very. It's a re-print, called Paying the Piper, and while some of my really faithful readers from years past might have read it, I do think it will be new to most of you. I'll keep you posted on this as things progress.


The most used bit of swag I brought home from GRL. Good call, Devon! The view in the background is one of my favorite local coffee places, though it's been pretty empty lately, as it's under renovations. still, it's cozy and just a few steps from work, so very handy.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Amber Kell's Birthday Blog Hop

Amber Kell is visiting today, one step along her birthday blog hop. Below is the next installment of her sserial she's writing as her gift to all her readers. Welcome, Amber, and thanks so very much for including this little stop along the way.

Accidental Alpha - #12

After Stanley’s father left, Fenris sat on the floor with the wolf petting his mate and massaging his furry legs. Sometimes the first shift ached like a son of a bitch. Stanley licked him on the cheek.

“Yes, I know. It hurts a bit but only the first few times. You did a good job protecting me, but I want human Stanley now. Do you think you can be human?”

The wolf gave a soft whimper.

Fenris scratched Stanley behind the ears. “Come on. Think of long legs, smooth skin.”

Another whimper.

Paul came to stand beside Fenris. He folded his arms as he looked down at the wolf. “If you can’t be human, you can’t fuck Fenris.”

A loud crackle filled the room. Stanley’s body elongated and his fur sank into his skin in an odd reverse growth process as if his humanity sucked the animal inside. Within minutes the wolf became human.

“There you are,” Fenris smiled down at his mate.

“Ow,” Stanley said. He accepted Fenris’ hand to pull him to his feet.

“My father is an asshole. Don’t listen to anything he says,” Stanley pulled Fenris close. “My mother is going to kick his butt when she learns what he’s been up too.”

Fenris rubbed his cheek against Stanley’s discreetly marking him.

Paul snorted beside him. “Smooth Fenris.”

He wondered briefly if having Paul killed could be traced back to him.

The Alpha growled. Paul tilted his head and looked away. Fenris smirked against Stanley’s neck. He’d let Stanley take care of Paul for now, but if he continued to give them trouble Paul would have to find another pack if he wanted to stay alive. Some people judged the viciousness of a person by the strength of their wolf. Big mistake.

“Come Stanley let’s get you some clothes, go back to your place, and take care of whatever you need to take care of.”
Stanley ran a hand through his hair. “I need to call work.”

Fenris tilted his head. “What are you going to tell them?”

“It’s more about asking them when they want me to come clear out my desk. I’m pretty certain I’m fired.”
“What do you do?” Fenris had wondered about his lover’s occupation since the Overseer sneered at him.

Stanley shrugged. “I’m an Accountant.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

Stanley stilled for a moment as if really thinking about it for the first time. “Yeah, I really do. I like to take the small accounts and help new businesses figure out the best way to set up their companies. I special in Business Analysis.”
The sparkle in Stanley’s eyes told Fenris his mate really did enjoy his job.

“We can set you up as a private consultant. Werekin can use those kinds of services and no one would make a fuss if you need to take off during the full moon because everyone else will too.”

Fenris basked in his mate’s smile. “That’s a really good idea, Fenris,” Stanley said. “I think I would really enjoy that.” He frowned for a moment. “It would need some capital.”

“Don’t worry about that. The pack will provide for you as you get on your feet. We have a special fee for new changes. We call it the welcome to the werekin fund.”

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Sunday, November 6, 2011

Sunday Entertainment


We're calling it the safe reading zone, in honour of those places where GLBT youth can find safe zones in their schools and communities; where they can find adults ready and willing to listen and give them a safe and sympathetic ear, shoulder, or whatever else they need. Authors are banding together to create virtual spaces on their blogs where youth (or anyone else) can go, comment, ask for help, or just find resources to get through tough times. My page is here:, comments are open, and if I can help, I will. The website is under development here:
(Authors, if you would like to participate, please contact me or any of the other authors listed on the website)

In Weekly exciting things I came across:
Cool Beans:
Damon Suede's book, Hot Head is up for Best Romance on Goodreads Reader's Choice awards.
I read it. (And talked about it.) A lot. I know it's one of my top reads of 2011. Check out his competition, too. Who wouldn't do Very Bad Things to get on that short list? Way to go, my friend!!!
Check out Johnny Miles' interview in Queer Magazine Online. I met this guy in New Orleans, and he's fantastic, sweet, and incredibly kind. You can hear his enthusiasm in this interview in which he tells his age, among a lot of other things, and really, Johnny? I totally did not get that 'old guy' vibe off you, dude! Lol! Also, Johnny wrote Learning to Samba, which I loved.


If you are eight and wickedly creative, this piano bench is an interstellar motorcycle with on-board water blasters and built-in flexi-armour. Who knew. Probably not the people who moved and gave us the piano for the cost of moving it. Sucks to be them :D


New releases from Pink Petal Books this week: Have a gander at the Newsletter

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Friend Release: Jambrea Jo Jones

Jambrea's Back with yet another release. No idea how she write so much, with all she has to do, but there it s, and I've been waiting for this one. I got to see some sneak peaks, and I want. It released yesterday, and so now, I am off to get. :)

Rayne's Wild Ride

It gets better.

Rayne Carr was riding his bike, minding his own business when his life was forever changed. Driving over State Boulevard Bridge he sees a woman about to jump and intervenes. Appearances can be deceiving.

Charles Sylvester Piper, III wants to end it all. No one understands him. His father is abusive and his mother hides in a bottle. When his younger brother finds Piper in his favourite dress he is kicked out of his basement apartment. With nowhere to turn he leaves his life to fates hands. When a big scary biker asks for a kiss on the worst night of his life, who is he to refuse.
Is love really all you need?

Reader Advisory: This book contains cross dressing.

Excerpt From: Rayne's Wilde Ride
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Copyright © Jambrea Jo Jones, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Total-E-Bound.

Rayne Carr enjoyed a nice ride through the quiet city. Just him and his Harley. Stars brightened the sky without a cloud to mar his vision. The State Boulevard Bridge was coming up and he liked to park there on his late nights and stare out at the water below with the city sounds behind him. It was peaceful after the day he’d had. Some days he hated being the oldest of six and head of his family. But only fleetingly, because he loved each and every one of his brothers and sisters and wouldn’t trade them for anything.

He turned the corner and something seemed out of place. Was that—? It couldn’t be. As Ray got closer he saw the back of a woman, her straight, long, black hair almost reaching a cute, firm ass covered by a short skirt. How she kept her balance on the handrail of the bridge in those heels, Ray had no idea. She had nice legs, but what the hell was she thinking?

Startling her was a bad idea. She’d fall for sure. He revved the bike to alert her before coming to a stop and lowering the kickstand. Traffic had been light so he figured he had to be the first one to see the woman. There was no way she’d be missed as a person drove by, the street lights had her illuminated. Ray took off his helmet, set it on the seat, put his blinkers on and casually walked over.

"Um. Excuse me. Miss? What exactly are you doing up there?" He spoke softly because he was a big bear of a man and didn’t want to scare the poor thing. He knew he came off looking rough, being six-three with a barrel chest. The tats and beard probably didn’t help either. He looked like what he was—a biker.

"I’m going to jump." The woman never turned around. Her voice was low and husky. It caressed his ears.

Ray moved closer so he could grab her hand and yank her off the rail if the ridiculous idea he’d just concocted to distract her from jumping failed.

"A kiss!" he blurted. "Could I kiss you goodbye? That is, if you really think you need to jump." Suave he wasn’t, but he’d never been in a situation like this before and would hope if it was one of his siblings someone would try and help them any way they could.

The woman finally turned. She was a vision of beauty with high cheekbones, dark sherry- coloured eyes and a small pert nose. Red plump lips, just meant for kissing, framed the most gorgeous mouth. He couldn’t tell how old she was. Her face had a timeless quality. She was short and slim and the shirt she was wearing hid her breasts so it looked like she had none, but that didn’t distract from her looks at all.
"Okay, but no touching." The girl sat down on the railing and leaned towards him. Ray licked his lips in anticipation. He wanted the kiss more than he should. This woman was troubled and he was just trying to help.

Keep telling yourself that, Hoss. Maybe you’ll believe it.

Ray ignored the inner voice and gently pressed his lips to the woman’s. He’d only wanted to get her in a better position to drag her away from the edge, but it turned into more.

She whimpered and opened her mouth, touching his lips with her tongue. Ray opened to let her explore. She was hesitant at first, but that didn’t last long. The woman tangled her hands in his hair and cradled him between her legs. Ray wanted to press their bodies together, but she resisted so he didn’t push it.

Finally they broke apart. Ray was stunned. He’d never been kissed so passionately before. Sure, he’d had his fair share of women, and men for that matter, but something about the kiss was more than he’d ever thought possible.

"Damn, girl! A woman who kisses like that should not deprive the world of her talent. I’m Ray by the way. Rayne Carr. Please tell me why you’re thinking of diving off the bridge." He rested his forehead on hers and hoped she would answer.

She pulled him closer and his dick hardened. This was so inappropriate it wasn’t even funny. Wait, was that—?