Blog Tour, Guest Post, and Giveaway – All That is Solid Melts into Air by Christopher Koehler

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Thanks for having me today. I appreciate the chance to talk about All That Is Solid Melts Into Air, which I’ll refer to as ATISMIA because the title’s kind of a mouthful. For those of you’ve been keeping up with this Blog Tour of the Damned, I’m a recovering from the flu and subsequent sinus infection enough to write blog posts instead of send off excerpts.

While the story is clearly over when the book ends, you’re just as clearly not through with Remy and Michael. What comes next for them?

So yes, you’re right. I have definite plans for Remy and Michael, including a third book. The question is, how much do I reveal of what happens between the end of ATISMIA and the beginning of Finding Solid Ground. Finding Solid Ground is the working title of Book 3 of the “Lives of Remy and Michael” series, by the way. I thought it resonated nicely with ATISMIA, which is part of why I chose such a long title for the middle book.

The story told in ATISMIA definitely ends when the novel does. I’ve left no loose ends, no ambiguous plot lines. Okay, so I’ve had some ideas about Craig McAvoy, Geoff Babcock’s roommate his freshman year at UC San Diego. If you’ve read ATISMIA, you’ll recall him. He’s the shy and skittish person Geoff tries to coax out of the closet and whom Remy forces the rest of the way out. This story, The Unnecessarily Complicated Life of Craig McAvoy, would start the summer after his freshman year. For some reason Craig seems like he’d like anime and manga and—gasp—yaoi. But seriously, don’t hold your breath about this one. This is not the droid you’re looking for.

As for what comes next with Remy and Michael, I have ideas. Cleary, by the end of FSG they will have earned their happily ever after, their HEA, if only because as much as I’ve put Remy and Michael through in Poz and ATISMIA, there’s plenty more torment where that came from. After all, stories without conflict, heartache, and pain are kind of boring.

I see FSG picking up when Remy and Michael are well and truly adult men, about ten years after the events of ATISMIA. They’re older, obviously, and life has worn the shiny off. Maybe one more than the other and best summed up as “I…I just never thought it’d be like this, you know?”

This decade will be ten years spent apart, so Remy and Michael will, in a very real way, have to become reacquainted. Will the men they are remember the boys they fell in love with? It’s an open question…. Okay, cut the crap, Christopher. This is Romancelandia and I’ve promised you an HEA. Of course they’ll eventually rediscover the boys they once were, but I never promised you it’d be easy, now did I?

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Title: All That is Solid Melts into Air

Series: The Lives of Remy and Michael: Book Two

Author: Christopher Koehler

Publisher: Harmony Ink Press

Publication Date: 22 Jan 2016

Cover Artist: Bree Archer

Genre:  Contemporary, Gay, New Adult

 

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The Lives of Remy and Michael: Book Two

A CalPac Crew Story

I thought life after high school would be easier. I’d go to California Pacific for a year while I got a handle on my HIV, then after Michael graduated from high school, we’d blast out of here for colleges—and life—on the East Coast. Then I visited Boston and everything changed. I realized I like CalPac. Turns out, Boston didn’t have anything for me beyond one of the biggest regattas in North America.

Life grew more complicated when I got home. I couldn’t find a way to tell Michael that I’d just blown our plan for our lives out of the water. Then my CalPac coaches dropped a bomb on me. Those rowing officials who’d been watching me? They were recruiters for the national team, and my coaches wanted me to try out. They’d even let Lodestone coach me. Now I have to choose, school or crew, CalPac or Michael, and I still haven’t told Michael I can’t transfer. Is there even a place for Michael in my life? Somehow we have to withstand training at the highest levels and having different goals. Will love hold us together… or tear us apart? 

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2015NewAbout the author

Christopher Koehler learned to read late (or so his teachers thought) but never looked back. It was not, however, until he was nearly done with grad school in the history of science that he realized that he needed to spend his life writing and not on the publish-or-perish treadmill. At risk of being thought frivolous, he found that academic writing sucked all the fun out of putting pen to paper.

Christopher is also something of a hothouse flower. Inside of almost unreal conditions he thrives to set the results of his imagination free, and for most of his life he has been lucky enough to be surrounded by people who encouraged both that tendency and the writing. Chief among them is his long-suffering husband of twenty-two years and counting.

When it comes to writing, Christopher follows Anne Lamott’s advice: “You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.” So while he writes fiction, at times he ruthlessly mines his past for character traits and situations. Reality is far stranger than fiction.

Christopher loves many genres of fiction and nonfiction, but he’s especially fond of romances, because it is in them that human emotions and relations, at least most of the ones fit to be discussed publicly, are laid bare.

Writing is his passion and his life, but when Christopher is not doing that, he’s an at-home dad and oarsman with a slightly disturbing interest in manners and other ways people behave badly.

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Visit him at http://christopherkoehler.net/blog or follow him on Twitter @christopherink.

 

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22 Jan – Dreamspinner Press Blog

23 Jan – Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words

26 Jan – BFD Book Blog

28 Jan – The Land of Make Believe

30 Jan – Prism Book Alliance

1 Feb – MM Good Book Reviews

3 Feb – JP Barnaby

6 Feb – The Novel Approach

9 Feb – The Purple Rose Teahouse

10 Feb – Diverse Reader

 

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Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, and Giveaway – Aspect of Winter by Tom Early

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22930117Title: Aspect of Winter

Author: Tom Early

Publisher: Harmony Ink Press

Cover Artist: Sadie Thompson

Length: 260 pages

Release Date: October 15, 2015

Blurb: It’s hard enough being gay in high school, but Fay must also deal with hiding his magical ability—powers he barely understands and cannot possibly reveal. His best friend Sam is his only confidante, and even with her help, Fay’s life is barely tolerable.

Everything changes when Janus University, a college for individuals with magical capabilities, discovers the pair. When the university sends a student to test them, Fay and Sam, along with their classmate Tyler, are catapulted headfirst into a world of unimaginable danger and magic. Fay and Tyler begin to see each other as more than friends while they prepare for the Trials, the university’s deadly acceptance process. For the first time, the three friends experience firsthand how wonderful and terrible a world with magic can be, especially when the source of Fay’s power turns out to be far deadlier than anyone imagined.

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The fire suddenly roared back up again, the flames tinged an eerie purple. A keening noise filled the air, coming from the portal. The air became charged with energy as something began to force the portal to open wider. With a final sigh it complied, the jagged crack of light spreading to around twenty feet wide and opening up even farther.

It happened all at once. Screams of rage and fury filled the air as thousands, and I do mean thousands, of vaguely human-shaped clouds with glimmering yellow lights for eyes flew out of the portal, forming a hurricane of spirits around us. The air was filled with them, and their hatred was so intense that we all cowered slightly. They kept flying counter-clockwise around us at dizzying speeds, until it seemed like we were surrounded on all sides by a swirling gray wall, interspersed with pinpoints of yellow light. Then they separated, rocketing off in every direction, leaving smoke and ash to fill the air.

Pulses of white light began to flare up as the Sluagh Sidhé, the dark spirits of Irish lore, slammed themselves into the candlelight protecting the graves. Some of them vanished as they were pulled into the mirrors, but most of them flew through the few trees dotting the graveyard, flying too high to be caught. We breathed a collective sigh of relief as no corpses rose. We hadn’t missed anything, thankfully. The spirits weren’t relenting, however, and the air was already beginning to thicken.

“Sam!” I shouted. “I don’t think the mirror trick is going to work for these guys! They aren’t taking the bait! What was the other weakness that the Baí Zé said they had?”

“It was light, Fay! Really powerful light, enough to affect the souls of the dead!”

Sam muttered a few words, and a Light orb began to circle around her, keeping the Sluagh Sidhé at bay, and I did the same. Tyler stuck close to my side, protected by the pale light surrounding us.

Then the redcaps arrived en masse. Dozens of diminutive creatures, similar in appearance to the clurichaun save for their bloodred hats, ran through the portal, each clutching a wickedly sharp bone sickle. They were grinning wildly, and their serrated teeth gleamed.

“Sam!” I shouted. “We need to act, now!”

I gritted my teeth and pulled out a few of the ice diamonds that I hadn’t laid out in front of the bonfire, and dropped them on the ground as the redcaps approached. I focused hard and the ice began to run like water, gathering around our feet and rising. Soon we were all wearing small boots of ice, except for the soles. Hopefully it would provide some small protection against getting our tendons sliced open by those sickles.

A second later they were on us. Tyler had backed away rapidly and was leading a few of the bloodthirsty creatures to the side.

Sam had… whoa. Her own shield was up and ready. Sam had modified the Minor Orb spell again. She had conjured her five orbs and sent them rotating helically around her body, almost too fast for me to see them. In the second before the redcaps forced me to pay attention to my own fight, I watched as the first one to get too close to her was just blasted to one side with incredible force. A few of the Sluagh Sidhé flying through the air were pushed aside from the wind her orbs were generating as well.

“Inertia, bitches!” Sam screamed victoriously. Sweat was pouring down her brow from the effort, though. She wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long.

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Tom Early is currently a student at Tufts University who probably spends more time than is wise reading and writing instead of studying. More often than not, he can be found wrapped in a blanket on the couch forgetting most of the things he was supposed to do that day.

When not writing, Tom can be found either reading, gaming, drawing, scratching his dog, or bothering his friends. He also frequently forgets that it’s healthy to get more than six hours of sleep a night, and firmly believes that treating coffee as the most important food group makes up for this. If you show him a picture of your dog, he will probably make embarrassingly happy noises and then brag about his own dog. He’s always happy to talk about any of his previous or current writing projects, because people asking him about them reminds him that he should really be writing right now.

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Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, & Giveaway – Hostage by Cheryl Headford

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HostageLGTitle: Hostage

Author: Cheryl Headford

Publisher: Harmony Ink Press

Cover Artist: Garrett Leigh

Length: 328 Pages

Release Date: September 17, 2015

Blurb: Astrin Raphael wakes up in a strange place, frightened and confused. He is told to trust someone who seems to hate him, and he tries—he really tries. However, things change rapidly when he discovers his friend is actually his archenemy, Rowan Gabriel, whose abusive behavior stems from a deeply ingrained, if unwarranted, hatred over something that happened many years before, and simply wasn’t Astrin’s fault.

When Rowan’s uncle and Astrin’s father are kidnapped by Strebo Michael, the two crown princes are catapulted into an adventure that forces them to work together, and along the way their feelings for each other grow. Rowan is quick to let his hate go, but Astrin can’t release his inhibitions. It takes Astrin almost dying from a poisoned dagger before he finally accepts Rowan’s love.

When they return home, their problems continue as their Houses try to negotiate a way for the young men to be together. It soon becomes clear at least one of them will need to relinquish his throne.

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Rowan looked into the sincere green eyes, which were far from clear and never would be as long as he was here. If Rowan had been thinking clearly, he would have been impressed that—even though he was drugged, hurt, and ill—Astrin was handling the situation far better than he was. Unfortunately, Rowan was not thinking clearly, and the only thing that crossed his mind was frustration. He was so determined to hate Astrin, no matter what, he’d blinded himself to anything about Astrin that was admirable or likable.

The things he couldn’t ignore—Astrin’s obvious beauty and calmness of spirit—did nothing more than irritate him enormously. Somewhere deep inside, he knew Astrin was a good person, but Rowan wouldn’t acknowledge it. He couldn’t, because if he did he’d have to stop hating Astrin, and that was simply not going to happen.

“You didn’t do anything. I just don’t like you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re self-absorbed, stuck-up, and arrogant.”

Astrin’s eyes went wide. “Am I? I… I don’t feel like I am.”

Rowan snorted. “No one who’s truly arrogant ever believes they are.”

Astrin considered. “I suppose you’re right. I don’t want to be any of those things.” He considered again. “Will you help me?”

“Help you?”

“Help me not be anymore.”

Rowan snorted again. “Yeah right.”

“No, seriously. I really don’t want to be those things you said I am— any of them. Please help me change.”

Rowan stared at him, genuinely shocked. “Um… er… okay…. Okay, I will…. At least I’ll do my best.”

Astrin treated him to a blinding smile that made him feel slightly stunned. Those eyes were powerful weapons. Thank the Gods Astrin wasn’t aware enough to know how to use them.

“Have you finished eating?” Astrin nodded, placing his half-empty plate back on the trolley. Rowan shook his head. “You have to eat it all, or Ragnor will have my guts for garters.”

“That’s an… interesting expression.”

“You think it’s just an expression?”

For the first time, the two boys genuinely smiled at each other. Astrin leaned forward to pick up the plate again and missed the expressions flowing through Rowan’s eyes. At first he was amused, then horrified, and then—cold.

“Why have you been taking care of me? I mean… you don’t like me, and you’re obviously not part of my family: we look too different. So who are you? Are you a servant? You don’t seem like one.”

“A servant?” Rowan stared at him, outraged. “No, I am not a bloody servant. I’m Crown Prince of House Gabriel.”

Astrin’s eye widened with an expression of startled shock. “Really?”

“I am not in the habit of lying.”

 “No, I… I wasn’t saying you were lying, but….” Thoughtfully, Astrin chewed on a piece of food and frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t understand.”

“If you’re a prince, then why…? Why are you taking care of me?”

“Because my uncle feels I need a lesson in humility.”

“Oh… so you’re arrogant, self-absorbed, and stuck-up too?”

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Cheryl Headford was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was sixteen, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry, and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.

Cheryl has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews, and cousin, and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.

Later in life, Cheryl became the storyteller for a reenactment group who traveled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.

It was there she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.

In present times, Cheryl lives in a terraced house in the Valleys with her son, dog, hamster, and two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. She’s never been happier since she was made redundant and is able to devote herself entirely to her twin loves of writing and art.

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Gay.Guy.Reading And Friends

The Land of Make Believe

September 22:

Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words

The Purple Rose Tea House

September 23:

Queer Sci-Fi

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September 24:

The Novel Approach

Wicked Faeries Tales And Reviews

September 25:

MM Good Book Reviews

Drops of Ink

September 26:

Cia’s Stories

Author Cody Kennedy

September 27:

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September 28:

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September 29:

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