Video Excerpt – Spell Bound by Jacob Z. Flores

Hi, everyone! I’m thrilled to be here with the always-fabulous Charlie Cochet. I’m such a fan of her THIRDS series that I may fan girl for a bit when this is over, so if you hear a high-pitched squeal that would be me.

Before I lose my cool (not that I ever had it before), I want to thank Charlie for letting me invade her lovely tearoom. It’s quite posh, and I do enjoy a good spot of tea. And cucumber sandwiches? YUM!

I’ll be sharing a short 2-3 minute video reading from my upcoming release Spell Bound.

I hope you enjoy this small glimpse into this world of magic and men I have created.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_MmNwZGAk4o

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2015NewAbout the Book

Mason Blackmoor just can’t compete with his brothers, much less his father. They represent the epitome of black magic, strong, dark, and wicked, and though Mason tries to live up to his respected lineage, most of the spells he casts go awry. To make matters worse, his active power has yet to kick in. While his brothers wield lightning and harness the cold, Mason sits on the sidelines, waiting for the moment when he can finally enter the magical game.

When a dead body is discovered on the football field of his high school, Mason meets Drake Carpenter, the new kid in town. Drake’s confident demeanor and quick wit rub Mason the wrong way. Drake is far too self-assured for someone without an ounce of magical blood in his body, and Mason aims to teach him a lesson—like turn him into a roach. And if he’s lucky, maybe this time Mason won’t be the one turned into an insect.

Not surprisingly, the dislike is mutual and Drake does nothing to dispel Mason’s suspicion that the sexy boy with a southern drawl is somehow connected to the murder.

If only Mason didn’t find himself inexplicably spellbound whenever they are together, they might actually find out what danger hides in the shadows.

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Tharp-Flores--200Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hard ass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.

Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse.

When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his daughter. They both represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.

You can follow Jacob’s musings on his blog at http://jacobzflores.com or become a part of his social media network by visiting http://www.facebook.com/jacob.flores2 or http://twitter.com/#!/JacobZFlores.

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Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, & Giveaway – The Eye and The Arm by Andrew Q. Gordon

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2015About the book

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Series: Champion of the Gods #2
Author: Andrew Q. Gordon
Length: 99,775 words/296 Pages
Release Date: April 14, 2015
Blurb: Champion of the Gods: Book Two

After defeating Meglar at Belsport, Farrell returns to Haven to recover from his injuries, but Khron, the god of war, has other ideas. He gives Farrell a new mission: free the survivors of the ancient dwarf realm of Trellham from their three-thousand-year banishment. To fulfill Khron’s near impossible task, Farrell will need the help of his distance ancestor, the legendary wizard Kel. But Kel has been dead for a thousand years.

Farrell finds information hinting that Kel is alive, so he moves his search to Dumbarten, Kel’s birthplace. To reach Dumbarten unannounced, Farrell and Miceral disguise themselves as mercenaries on board a merchant vessel. Their journey is disrupted when pirates attack their ship. While attempting to subdue the attack, Farrell is struck down by one of Meglar’s minions.

Unconscious and trapped in his own mind, Farrell’s only chance for survival rests with Miceral and the peregrine king Rothdin entering his thoughts and helping him sort fact from illusion. To reach Farrell, they will need to rely on an untested spell from one of Kel’s spellbooks. If they succeed, Miceral can guide Farrell home safely. If not, Farrell will destroy not only himself, but Miceral, Rothdin, and everyone around him.

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“Did you know there are permanent open Doors throughout Haven?” Farrell asked his partner as they walked down an empty corridor. Miceral carried the food they’d picked up from the kitchen.

“What does that mean?”

“I’ll take that as a no.” Farrell chuckled. “Have you never wondered how it’s possible to walk from either side of the mountain to our room in less than hour?”

Coming to an abrupt halt, Miceral stared blankly at him for a moment. “Amazing. It’s so obvious, but until now, I never made the connection.”

“Few people do. There’s no point of reference underground, so it’s hard to gauge distance.”

Squeezing Farrell’s hand, Miceral began walking again. “What prompted that question?”

“Kerstand asked about it on the way to meet Nerti and Nordric.” Farrell pulled them to a stop and pointed to a spot on the wall. “See here? This is the Door for this section. The energy lines are embedded in the walls. But if you look closely, you’ll notice the rock on this side is not a perfect match to the rock on the other side.”

Miceral looked where Farrell indicated. “By Lenore, there is a difference. It’s plain as day when you know where to look. Why did you build Haven like that? Wouldn’t it have been easier to just build as you go?”

“There were several reasons. First was ease of travel. The eastern and western gates are more than a full day’s walk apart. And that means walking fast, night and day. By employing a Door, there was no need to open a tunnel the entire way.”

Miceral nodded. “Sounds logical.”

“So glad you approve.” Farrell rolled his eyes dramatically, drawing a mock glare. “The other major reason was space. After the survivors from Endor arrived, Erstad and I discussed the possibility that refugees from the other kingdoms would likely need sanctuary at some point. It was impossible to estimate how much space we would need, so we left unused space in between each new enclave in case we needed to expand one or more.”

Farrell watched for a reaction as they passed another portal. Nothing.

“There are also areas that can’t be used without expending a great deal of magic to alter the rock. Other places contained mineral deposits that we wanted to be able to mine. We had to work around all those things when creating new living space.”

“All that makes sense, but why keep the Doors’ existence a secret?”

“We didn’t hide them to keep them secret. They were hidden to prevent injuries.” Farrell noticed Miceral look at their linked hands. “Exactly. The damage to my hands was through strong shielding. Imagine if someone with no shielding touched an energy line.”

“I’d rather not after seeing the raw meat they turned your hands into.”

Somehow they returned to that day Farrell wanted to forget. Despite the urge to withdraw into his thoughts, he pushed ahead. “The hardest part was opening a Door in what is essentially a nondescript stone corridor. It took many frustrating months before Erstad came up with the current system. It’s a bit technical, so I won’t bore you with the details.”

“You can tell me. I like listening to you talk about magic.”

“Why?” He scanned Miceral’s face looking for some hint of sarcasm.

“Because you get so excited when you try to explain something clever.” Miceral’s smile made Farrell blush. “And you’re good, very good, at magic, and you enjoy talking about it.”

“Hopefully there are other things I’m good at you’d rather discuss.”

Raising an eyebrow, Miceral leered at him. “Those things I’d rather do together in private.”

“Lecherous old man.” Farrell moved closer for a kiss. “But I like your thinking.”

Laughing, Miceral brought Farrell’s hand to his lips. “Figured you would.”

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 2015About the author

Andrew Q. Gordon wrote his first story back when yellow legal pads, ball point pens were common and a Smith Corona correctable typewriter was considered high tech. Adapting with technology, he now takes his MacBook somewhere quiet when he wants to write.

He currently lives in the Washington, D.C. area with his partner of eighteen years, their young daughter and dog. In addition to dodging some very self-important D.C. ‘insiders’, Andrew uses his commute to catch up on his reading. When not working or writing, he enjoys soccer, high fantasy, baseball and seeing how much coffee he can drink in a day and not get the shakes.

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Exclusive Excerpt, Blog Tour, & Giveaway: The Last Grand Master by Andrew Q. Gordon

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Today we have an exclusive excerpt from The Last Grand Master by Andrew Q. Gordon! Plus enter for a chance to win a Kindle Voyager provided by DSP Publications!

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Title: The Last Grand Master
Series: Champion of the Gods
Length: Novel, 370 Pages
Publisher: DSP Publications
ISBN: 978-1-63216-451-3
Genre: Gay Fiction, Fantasy
Release Date: Feb 10th, 2015

2015About the book

In a war that shook the earth, the six gods of Nendor defeated their brother Neldin, god of evil. For three thousand years, Nendor and the Seven Kingdoms have known peace and prosperity and Neldin’s evil was nearly forgotten.

But then Meglar, wizard king of Zargon, unleashes the dark magic of the underworld and creates an army of creatures to carry out his master’s will. One by one, the sovereign realms fall as a new war between the gods threatens to engulf Nendor.

Leading the opposition to Meglar is Grand Master Farrell. Young and untried, Farrell carries a secret that could hold the key to defeating Meglar—or it could destroy the world.

Farrell is joined by Nerti, queen of the unicorns and Miceral, an immortal muchari warrior the Six have chosen as Farrell’s mate. As Farrell and his new allies make plans to counter Neldin’s evil, Meglar forces their hand when he invades a neighboring kingdom. Rushing to help their ally, Farrell and Miceral find themselves in the middle of the battle. Cut off from help, Farrell attempts an untried spell that will either turn the tide or cost he and Miceral their lives.

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“So”—Erstad arched his brows, keeping both hands around the steaming mug—“what prompted this morning ritual of beating Farrell?”

“Miceral and I were discussing magic and why it made me so tired.” He couldn’t resist sneaking a peek at his lover. “He asked whether better conditioning might assist my wizardry.”

Miceral reached out and squeezed Farrell’s hand. “I figured better conditioning would give him more stamina for working magic.”

“So to improve his physical condition, you suggested he let you beat him on a daily basis?” Erstad’s light tone let Farrell know he was only half-serious. “Why not tie him to Nerti and make him run after her as she gallops around Gharaha?”

Farrell snorted water through his nose.

“Actually,” Miceral said when he’d stopped laughing, “this is very good conditioning, and it also serves to hone his self-defense skills.”

“Or at least his self-preservation skills, judging by the welts.”

“Hey!” Farrell gave them a mock scowl. “I’m still in the room, you know.”

“Yes, I can see that from the red glow of your body.” Erstad’s shield went up just before Farrell considered tossing a ball of water at him.

“So, what prompted your unexpected visit?” Hopefully, that would end the talk of his bruises.

“I haven’t seen much of you lately. I figured I’d come early and we could talk on the way to the Elder Circle.” Erstad gave him a sharp look, and Farrell stood to hide his frown that the mere mention of the session brought to his face. “You are planning to attend?”

“Of course. We began our training earlier today so I could make the meeting. Just because I’m in love doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten my responsibilities. Horgon and I went over the agenda last night.”

“Wesfazial and I are still amazed at how well you and Horgon work together.” Erstad arched a bushy eyebrow at Farrell. “Especially after how you treated him when you first met.”

“Hey!” Miceral pointed a finger at the elder wizard. “My father didn’t exactly welcome Farrell with open arms.”

Erstad nodded once. “That’s true, but dropping Northhelm’s leader onto the dirt within minutes of meeting him wasn’t an exercise in restraint.”

“Once we put that behind us, we found we liked each other.” Farrell shrugged. “I guess we both realized neither of us were a spawn of Neblor. And I needed someone to run Haven besides me. None of the other displaced rulers have the ability, so I figured I’d try the new guy.”

“He’s being modest.” Miceral wrapped an arm around Farrell and gave him a brief hug. “Father told me Farrell’s offer upended his feelings toward us. Rather than use his authority to humble my father, Farrell reached out to try to make amends. He didn’t expect that, not after how they met. Once they started working together, Father found he couldn’t help but like Farrell. That of course changed his attitude toward me, and now we’re all getting along.”

2015About the author

Andrew Q. Gordon wrote his first story back when yellow legal pads, ball point pens were common and a Smith Corona correctable typewriter was considered high tech. Adapting with technology, he now takes his MacBook somewhere quiet when he wants to write.

He currently lives in the Washington, D.C. area with his partner of nineteen years, their daughter and dog.  In addition to dodging some very self-important D.C. ‘insiders’, Andrew uses his commute to catch up on his reading. When not working or writing, he enjoys soccer, high fantasy, baseball and seeing how much coffee he can drink in a day.

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