Kelly Wyre – Fight Blog Tour & Giveaway!

Howdy! Kelly Wyre (rhymes with) here today at The Purple Rose Tea House to talk about shoes and ships and sealing wax, books and MMA fighting rings! I’m ever-so-grateful to the Purple Rose for hosting my humble chaos, and am thankful for you, too, for stopping by.

Let’s kick off these shenanigans by doing a little Q&A where I, Kelly Wyre, play both sides of this questioning checkerboard!

How’s it hangin’, Kelly?
*setting out baked goods, coffee, (many pots of) tea, and unabashedly and liberally spiking the party punch* Oh, it’s thick, sweet, and to the point. I’ve got new book out from Loose Id Publishing.

Dude! Awesome. What’s it about?
Well, I could tell you. Or I could let Lego Fury and Nathan do the heavy lifting.

TA DAH! Aren’t they awesome?

Yes. And now we will all have that song stuck in our heads until further notice.
You’re welcome!

No. Just… no.
*blinking brightly in feigned innocence*

*sighs* Fine. How about you tell us what inspired you to create Nathan and Fury?
Well, I’d probably argue that they created themselves and picked me to give them textual depth, but that’s neither here nor there. Fight actually had its earliest roots in fanfiction, believe it or not. I had this vague idea for a plot line concerning two characters that I wanted to explore in my seriously alternate-alternate universe world, and I wrote the bones of the introductory chapter. I left the idea on the proverbial shelf for a couple of years, and when I came across it again, I already had this idea of a frat boy and a fighter brewing. The start of the fanfiction and the breadth of the novel I wanted to write meshed well together, and thus… Nathan Hunt and Fury were born and then… bred. So to speak.

Yeah, I know. I went there.

I suppose we really shouldn’t be surprised, anymore.
I wasn’t going to point that out. But no, you really shouldn’t.

Well, thank you for the candor. Anything else you’d like to mention before we toss links, social media, and covers, oh my, at the dear readers?
They might be interested in the contest.

I’m running a contest to celebrate the new release over on my blog. I’m giving away three ebook copies of the book, and those winners will also receive a free MP3 file of me reading one of the juicier bits of my novel, (and don’t worry; I’ve got years of experience reading erotica and doing my very best When Harry Met Sally routine). And one additional lucky winner will be eligible for the GRAND PRIZE: the ebook, the audio file, and the Lego versions of Fury and Nathan featured in that video up above. All details are over on my site.

So comment here to enter to win, dear readers! And don’t forget to include your email info so Kelly can let you know if you’ve won. Now for the last and all-important question: Where can we buy a copy of FIGHT?
You can get your copy RIGHT HERE! And here’s a little more about the book and me, myself, and the silly I.

Fight by Kelly WyreThe truth is worth anything and everything you’ve got.

To Nathan Hunt, honesty is anything but the best policy. Telling the truth has gotten him nothing but heartache and pain; so lying about who he is and what he wants seems to be the only path to job security and friends. Hell, it even brings him a hollow kind of happiness.

Except, that’s not much of a life for any man. Especially one with Nathan’s passion. Desperate to cure his self-made misery, Nathan agrees to go along with a con that will score cash for Nathan to start over. There’s just one problem: lying is getting harder by the day. And a con who can’t lie, is a con who gets caught.

Nathan’s attempts to distract himself from his moral quandary lead him to a mysterious, intoxicating man named Fury. The Mixed Martial Arts fighter knows a thing or two about lies and pasts better left buried. He and Nathan have something else in common – they both want to be with someone who lets them be themselves.

Together, they undertake a journey that proves honesty is more dangerous and more difficult than either of them could have imagined. And as they combat addiction, thugs, guns, and their own inner demons, Nathan and Fury can only hope that their battle to be together will be worth the bitter fight.

Nathan registered the look of dulled shock in Duke’s eyes, and a presence manifested next to them. Nathan shoved Duke away but didn’t do anything else. He was too busy staring up at Fury and fighting for control.

Fury leveled a gaze on Nathan but didn’t say a word or lift a hand. He had on jeans, a checkered shirt, and a long coat that was stretched taut across his shoulders.

“Oh, hey…hey, Fury.” Duke straightened his clothing, but he was the rabbit cornered in the hunt. “Didn’t… Man, I didn’t see you.”

Fury swiveled his head and glowered. Duke backed up, smart enough to read a cold trail. “We cool, man. We all cool, here. Nate? You know where to find me if you need me, right?”

Nathan struggled to make his vision stop bleeding red and didn’t answer.

“Cool. It’s cool.” Duke smacked his lips and jogged off in the other direction.

Nathan would have sighed in relief and slumped against the wall, but Fury returned his focus to Nathan, who suddenly had sympathy for those insects pinned to boards for display.

“Ah…” Nathan cleared his throat. He wiped his palms on his jeans and tried to think straight. “Um…hey.”

Fury still said nothing, and Nathan tensed so he wouldn’t squirm. “You had a great fight. Earlier, I mean. Inside…in the…not out… Right.”

Fury blinked. Slowly. His eyelashes were so dark and thick, it looked like the guy wore mascara. He wasn’t exactly an attractive man in the traditional sense. Too much forehead, eyes too close together, big, crooked nose…

“Duke’s an asshole,” Nathan babbled. “Harmless, usually. Just fucked up tonight.” Nathan had no idea why on God’s green earth he was defending Duke. Or maybe he was defending himself. Trying to be smooth after a tweaked-out piece of shit cornered him in a parking lot, and Nathan had to tamp down the urge to kill Duke with his bare hands? Christ, what was wrong with him? Nathan took anger out on himself, not others.

“He sells some decent weed, if that’s your thing,” Nathan tried to joke, laughing feebly. Fury only had three inches of height on Nathan, but Fury might as well be the size of skyscrapers.

“It’s not,” Fury said in his characteristic growl. “My thing.”

“Oh.” Nathan coughed. Of course, he would try to push weed on a teetotaler. That was Nathan’s style, right there. Smooth. “Well. Sure. Not with what you do for a living, right? Can’t be good for the—”

“I got other things.”

Nathan shut his mouth with an audible clack of teeth. Fury still studied Nathan, hands loose at his sides, shoulders at ease, expression neutral. If the fighting thing ever failed, Fury had a bright future in poker. “That right?” Nathan asked.

Fury nodded, and again, it was slow. “Yeah.” Fury looked Nathan up and down, just like he had after Nathan had spotted him on the weight bench. Must be trying to place him. No way was it anything else.

“You were at the gym,” Fury said at last.

With the threads of recognition in Fury’s tone, Nathan’s logic died, and he got sucker punched by hope. Stupid, untimely, insipid, teenager-with-a-crush hope. “I…uh, yeah, I was. I think.”

“You think?” Fury asked with what might have been amusement.

“I do. Think,” Nathan replied with more assurance. It was easier to come by when he told himself this conversation wasn’t really happening.

Fury finally quit inspecting Nathan and glanced around the parking lot. “You headin’ back inside?”

“I…I don’t think so.”

Fury stared at something far away. “You interested in some more action?”

“Always.” The answer flew from Nathan’s lips before he could catch it. The symptoms of the panic returned, but they hurt a little less. “What you got?”

Fury shoved his hands into his pockets. “I got somewhere to be.” He took a few steps toward the row of cars, and he paused, raising his eyebrows at Nathan. “You comin’?”

Do all you do in and for love. Many thanks!
Kelly Wyre
enjoys reading and writing all manner of fiction, ranging from horror to romance. She used to work in advertising but is now happily chained to her writing desk. Kelly relishes the soft and cuddly and the sharp and bloody with equal amounts of enthusiasm. She’s a coffee addict, a workaholic, a chronic night owl, and loves a good thunderstorm. Currently Kelly resides in the southeastern United States.
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Guest Author Cassandra Gold – What Ifs and Weddings

What Ifs and Weddings

One of my favorite ways to come up with story ideas is to think of a situation and ask myself, “What if?”

That’s how I came up with the idea for my latest release, Always a Groomsman.  I started off with the idea of a man going to his brother’s wedding expecting to meet the bride’s twin sister, only to find out the bride’s twin was actually a man. I thought the mix-up could have some interesting results.

At that point, a lot of authors would try to plot out a story. Not me. I began with one idea and the title, which I came up with by turning the “always a bridesmaid” cliché on its head. Then I decided to write the story as a serial, a bit at a time. I’m an unrepentant pantser, but writing a serial was unstructured even for me.

Each new installment of the story was almost as much of a surprise to me as it was to the people reading it. My main characters turned out to be a photographer (who had experience with Bridezillas and other wedding dangers) and a pediatric nurse with the unisex name of Casey (hence the mix-up). Unfortunately, I didn’t finish the story. After a few months of updating the story every two weeks, real life issues pulled me away from the serial. With all the other things I had on my plate at the time, I never returned to the project. I thought it might end up in my WIP graveyard, which is what I call the file full of unfinished stories I have on my computer.

Fortunately, Loose Id put out a call for wedding stories. Not just any wedding story, however: these had to have some kind of situation in which a wedding was in danger of not happening. With that inspiration in mind, I took my unfinished idea and began to flesh it out. Instead of just a cute little one-trick pony sort of idea, Always a Groomsman became a tale with real conflict. The light tone remained, as did the twin mix-up I even managed to make the misunderstanding more embarrassing for Skyler, the photographer, by giving him and Casey a prior meeting. The heart of the story is the same, but I’d like to think it’s much fuller and deeper now.

CG_AlwaysaGroomsman_coverlgAlways a Groomsman blurb:

Photographer Skyler Spencer comes to Key West for his brother’s wedding expecting to take some pictures, act as best man, and maybe spend a little time getting to know his brother’s fiancee and her twin sister. Then he learns that not only is the twin a man rather than a woman, but it’s a man he’s met before–under less than appropriate circumstances.

Casey Baker doesn’t expect the guy he once had a memorable encounter in a club bathroom with to turn up as his brother-in-law to be, but he’s able to deal with the surprise. Dealing with the strong attraction they feel for each other is a lot more difficult, but Casey figures a short, hot fling will take care of that. Too bad he’s not good at staying detached, and Skyler’s not good at commitment.

When Mother Nature and the past combine to put the wedding in jeopardy, Skyler and Casey have more than just their own confused feelings to deal with. Will the weekend end with two sets of broken hearts?

About Cassandra:

By day, Cassandra is a (relatively) mild-mannered middle school teacher. She spends her days teaching grammar, grading papers, and trying to get sixth graders to read.

At night, she lets the characters in her head out to play as she writes stories of men falling in love. Unfortunately for her husband, neither of Cassandra’s personas enjoys doing housework.  

For more information on Cassandra, please visit her website at, or her Facebook page

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Guest Author Kate McMurray – Sweet, Comedy Lemonade

Sometimes life hands you lemons. Sometimes these lemons are shaped like invitations to your ex’s wedding. Sometimes you and said ex dated (albeit on and off) for ten years, and then he calls you to tell you he’s proposing to the girl he’s been dating all of six months.It sounds like the set-up to a romantic comedy from the late nineties starring Julia Roberts. Maybe that’s how I was able to find the humor in it when this actually happened to me.

The day I got the invitation in the mail, I posted to Twitter, “If my life were a romantic comedy, I’d go to this wedding and meet the love of my life.” One of my friends responded that this sounded like a plot bunny.

I sent in a reply card indicating I would not be going to the wedding. Besides my ex, the only people I knew would be there included his dude friends, all of whom are coupled, his parents—his father in particular never liked me because I was the shiksa who tried to corrupt his son or something—and this girl whose full name I’m pretty sure is actually, “Remember that girl Juliet I used to go running with?” because that’s how my ex—let’s call him Jay—always refers to her. So, yeah, no thank you.

But, you know, the situation was kind of funny. Jay and I called it quits almost five years ago, and we’ve both dated other people in the interim, and I am honestly happy for him. I mean, we’re still in touch, obviously, and maintain a solid friendship. I just couldn’t bear the thought of sitting in a room full of people who probably took his side in our break-up just to watch this man that I had once thought I would marry get married to somebody else.

So I wrote the first draft of Save the Date in some kind of feverish haze the week before the aforementioned wedding. And I thought, well, why not have a sense of humor about it? It’s a funny situation! If I can’t laugh at this and myself, what’s the point?

Of course Save the Date takes a different course than my life did, and any resemblance between the narrator Tristan and myself is unintentional—I made him an openly gay guy who loves fashion and sports equally, which… oh. (All my friends are like, “But Kate, you love fashion and sports.” I know. Um. Tristan loves football, but I love baseball. See the difference?)

Actually, the fun part about writing fiction is that you can write characters who are maybe better in some ways than you are. Tristan is much more clever than I am most days. He’s faster with the one-liner. He’s far more dramatic. He’s a lot braver. Hell, he goes to his ex’s wedding. Believe me, I know what kind of fortitude that takes.

I suppose I could have taken personal misfortune and turned it into something dark and dramatic, but in the end, I’d rather laugh about it. I hope you laugh right along side me.

KateMcMurray_SaveTheDateSave the Date blurb:

Tristan knows he and his ex-boyfriend Stuart were not meant to be, but that doesn’t make the invitation to Stuart’s wedding any less of a punch in the face. Tris decides that the only thing for it is to find a super hot date to prove to Stuart that he’s moved on and is doing just fine, thanks.

The path to the altar is fraught with obstacles, however, and Tris has to deal with the wilds of online dating, wardrobe malfunctions, men who look like pirates, emotional baggage, grooms with cold feet, and sports team rivalries before he even gets to the wedding. But when Tris stumbles on love in the last place he expects, he’ll need to let go of the past in order to move forward.

About the author:

Kate McMurray is an editor and award-winning writer based in New York City. She is the author of seven gay romance novels and a number of shorts and novellas. She is currently serving as vice president of Rainbow Romance Writers, the LGBT special-interest chapter of RWA. When she’s not writing, she does crafts, plays the violin, drools over designer handbags, and is a tiny bit obsessed with baseball. Visit her at


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