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.

*DELICATE COUGH*
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.

CONTEST? PRIZES? WHERE? HOW?
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.



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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.



Excerpt:
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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Shira Anthony – The Blue Notes Series: Happily Ever Afters

Encore_headerbannerThank you, Charlie, for hosting me!  It’s been a busy holiday season so far, since I have two releases in my Blue Notes Series of music-themed gay romances: Encore (released November 11th) and Symphony in Blue (to be released on Christmas day).  Symphony in Blue also happens to be my 10th Dreamspinner Press release, so I’m going all-out with a Blue Notes Holiday 2013 Tour giveaway contest featuring a grand prize of a Kindle loaded with e-books as well as other fun goodies (details at the end of the post).

The Blue Notes Series books, with the exception of Symphony in Blue, are standalone novels and can be read in any order.  Encore shares themes in common with the other Blue Notes books: music and musicians, a heavy focus on character development, and long-term, committed relationships.  And in Symphony in Blue, readers have an opportunity to revisit some old friends and share in the gift of developing love.  It’s a happily-ever-after after the happily-ever-afters in the first four books.

I love happily-ever-afters, but not the Harlequin variety.  I’m thinking years down the line, not wedding days, or the first time a couple says “I love you,” or even when a couple moves in together.  I love to write what happens when an established couple grows and changes with time and experiences. Happily-ever-after isn’t a moment in time—it’s a state of mind, and it continues over time.  And writing those happily-ever-afters was so much fun, especially because it gave me a chance to spend a bit more time with the characters.

Looking for sexy hot romances with fluffy scenes?  I think you’ll like the Blue Notes books.  But if you’re also looking for something more—for something more real than Cinderfella and his prince? I think you’ll enjoy these stories about real men in real relationships making love work over time and through obstacles.  You can find all of my Dreamspinner Press books by clicking here.  Want to read more about me and about my books, including free fiction and excerpts?  Check out my website, www.shiraanthony.com.

Don’t forget to enter the Blue Notes Holiday 2013 Blog Tour giveaway by clicking here (Rafflecopter).  There are plenty of ways to enter, and you can enter more than once by commenting, tweeting, buying books, and liking pages.  I’ll be drawing winners on New Year’s Eve at midnight!  Good luck! –Shira

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Excerpt (Symphony in Blue):

DAVID TAPPED his cellphone, shoved it in his pocket, and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Something ruffle the maestro?” Alex grinned up at him from the couch, his bare feet tucked underneath him, a pile of staff paper scattered about the floor and coffee table. He’d printed out a score for a new composition and managed to knock it off the printer tray. Of course, all the page numbers at the bottom of the sheets were cut off. Damn thing was at least thirty pages and would be a nightmare to organize.

“Nothing that can’t be managed. Unlike your score.” David raised an eyebrow and Alex saw the ghost of a grin on David’s face. “You could just reprint it, you know.”

“What? And waste paper?”

“You’re stubborn,” David said as he picked up several of the pages and set them on the coffee table before joining Alex on the couch. When Alex said nothing, David leaned over and feathered several kisses over Alex’s neck. “Delightfully so, of course. But stubborn nonetheless.”

Alex sighed contentedly and pushed the rest of the music onto the floor. Fine. He’d reprint the damn thing. Later. “Who was on the phone?”

“Aiden.” David spoke the name with his lips so close to Alex’s ear that Alex nearly gasped. David’s voice just did that to Alex—that sexy baritone seemed to resonate through every part of his body. Alex was pretty sure David knew what it did to him too.

“Aiden? I thought he and Sam were in Australia.”

David pulled away and offered Alex a sardonic eyebrow. “Austria.” “Oh, come on!” Alex laughed. “You know I can hardly keep track of my own schedule. Now you expect me to keep up with his?”

“Not even the correct continent.” David went back to kissing him. “What was he calling about?” Anything to keep David focused on his neck.

“The party in Connecticut is off. They’re also postponing the civil ceremony in New York for now.”

Alex shot up off the couch. “What? But we’ve been planning the reception for six months now! It’s only two weeks away. What the hell happened? Are they okay? I mean…. Shit. You know what I mean.”

David smiled—a strange expression for someone who’d just learned that he’d wasted four months arranging the party to celebrate Aiden and Sam’s wedding.  Caterers, musicians,  guests,  and  a  dozen  different schedules to coordinate.

“Okay. Fess up. Why are you smiling?”

“Aiden and Sam are fine. They’re just postponing it.” David appeared entirely calm. Too calm. Happy, even?

“Postponing? They’ve been doing that for two years now.”

“Three.”

“Fine. Three years. So why are you happy about it?” Alex pressed. Of course, David was yanking his chain, but he liked that. Anyone who thought David Somers didn’t have a sense of humor simply didn’t know him.

“I’m happy,” David said as his eyes brightened, “because there’s a good reason for it. In fact, there’s a wonderful reason for it.”

Alex laughed. “What reason would that be?”

Who might be the more appropriate way of say—” “David,” Alex warned.

“Graziella Michaela Redding.”

“Graziella? You mean….”

“Mother and child doing quite well, I’m told.” David grinned outright this time.

“Cary and Antonio’s baby?”

“Born last night. Almost five pounds. Three weeks early but doing well.” David stood up and wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist. “A good reason to postpone a wedding, don’t you think?”

“The best.” Alex kissed David. “Should we plan a visit in a few weeks?”

“A few weeks?” David’s sly grin made Alex chuckle. “Just because we can’t have the party to celebrate doesn’t mean we can’t take advantage of the opening in everyone’s schedules.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Thanksgiving in Milan. It’s been years since we’ve been able to get everyone together.”

“The villa?” David’s Italian villa was certainly large enough. “But—”

“Is that a problem for you? Last I looked at your schedule, your next performance is in Buenos Aires in three weeks.” David nipped at Alex’s earlobe.

“No… it’s not… ah…. Shit, David, I can’t think straight when you do that!” Alex shivered and closed his eyes. “And no. No problem for me. But didn’t you give the staff at the villa the entire month off?”

Alex knew David had completely forgotten about that particular detail. He frowned, then said blithely, “We’ll just have to do it ourselves. Jules and I can handle the cooking. You and Jason can get the placed opened up. Rachel can help you with the rooms.”

“You’re serious about this?”

“Am I ever not?” David pulled at Alex’s earlobe with his teeth. “I’ll call the travel agent and look into rebooking all the air travel.”

“Travel agent?”

Another kiss, a nip, and then: “The travel agent. Too complicated to handle that much rebooking online and you needn’t trouble yourself with that. Just call Jules and Jason and let them know we’ll meet them in Milan on Saturday. I’ll text them the flight information as soon as I have it.”

“Ah…. Okay. Sure. Jules and Jason.” Alex could handle that. He’d been meaning to call Jules to see how the Blue Notes album was coming along anyhow. He’d joined Jules and the other members of the trio on several of the tracks when he’d been in Paris three weeks before.

“Good.” David brushed his lips against Alex’s. “And one more thing.”

“Hmm?” Focus, Bishop, focus!

“This.” David pushed Alex onto the couch and began to unbutton his shirt. “First things first. Always.”

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Buy Links:  Encore: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4353&cPath=55_484

Symphony in Blue: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4479&cPath=55_484

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Blue Notes Holiday 2013 Blog Tour stops:

November 11th (release day – Encore):  Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words (Melanie Marshall)

November 12th: Live Your Life, Buy the Book

November 14th: Michael Rupured’s Blog

November 15th: Joyfully Jay (Blue Notes Cover Art – Interviews with the Artists)

November 18th: Elin Gregory’s blog

November 22nd: Aisling Mancy’s blog

November 26th: Andrew Q. Gordon’s blog

December 6th: Oscar’s Bruised Petals (Sandra Garcia’s blog)

December 10th: Brilliant Disguise (Tali Spencer’s blog)

December 13th: Lily Sawyer’s Blog

December 16th: Rebecca Cohen’s blog

December 20th: Purple Rose Teahouse (Charlie Cochet’s blog)

December 23rd: Mrs. Condits and Friends

December 25th: Symphony in Blue Release Day Party at Melanie Marshall’s Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words

December 26th: Book Suburbia

December 27th:  Helen Pattskyn’s blog

 

 

Susan Mac Nicol: Stripped Bare Book Tour & Giveaway

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I am a member of what I think is a very unique writing circle.  I believe that if I want to get better at the writing process and find new ideas and inspirations, and a few new tricks, what better place to be than in the company of other aspiring or published authors. Just as they can perhaps offer something to me, I can offer something to them.

The circle I’ve joined is fairly unique.  Run by a published author of dystopian science fiction, John Trevillian, the Talliston Writing Circle is set in an old house in a part of Essex called Great Dunmow, not far from where I live.  The house, called Talliston, (old English, meaning ‘the hidden place’) is currently being renovated into a series of thirteen different rooms, each living area with its own unique design. The house is being modelled within the elements of Earth, Fire, Water, Air and Shadows and each room will be unique. It is an incredible undertaking by what seems to be a very unusual man and I am looking forward to seeing how his project progresses.

Oh and did I mention that John is a Bard and Druid, one of a very old initiate of an ancient practice? Interesting times ahead for our Writers Circle indeed…it’ll be a fascinating experience I think.

Having said all of that, this seems to me, being Wiccan and loving anything to do with the paranormal, the occult and magic, a truly inspirational place to meet like minded people, have a chat, share ideas and generally try and come up with new ideas. The creativity will simply flow out of us all like foam in a dish-washing machine when you put Fairy liquid in it….I’ve done this before and believe me, wading knee deep through suds on the whole bottom floor of my house was not something my husband liked…

To those of you are hissing in horror at the words above and perhaps making the sign of the cross at this blog as you read it – I’m truly quite rational and very down to earth. I just like to believe in things a little differently, that’s all. I believe it’s what makes us unique and my overall ambition in life is to be someone who is different and hopefully, interesting…

You can see the house here http://www.talliston.com/ and get an idea for the sheer scope and magnificence of John’s dream. Can you imagine me sitting in the Voodoo Kitchen and debating sex scenes with my fellow writers (as somehow, when I pitch up, the talk always turns dirty and sex related…)

I just love this whole writing lark.

 

Book Trailer (click below)

http://youtu.be/ZxXZhlEzVcQ

About the Book

Title: Stripped Bare

Author: Susan Mac Nicol

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, Suspense

Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group

Excerpt: http://authoressentials.virtualwritersinc.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/STRIPPED-BARE-Excerpt.pdf

Now that Shane Templar has stripped the armour from Matt Langer’s heart, will either of them ever be safe again?

Though two years past, Matthew Langer is still getting over the death of a loved one. He’s steered clear of serious relationships, but when he meets the irascible, dirty mouthed and tempestuous Shane Templar that decision has never been harder. Shane is sexy, warm and funny, and Matthew finds himself trying like hell not to fall for him. Especially when Shane, with his quick wit and hacking skills, is quick to stand up for justice and avenge wrongs. Then Shane strikes at the wrong target, and Matthew realises just how far he’s already fallen. At the threat of losing for good yet another man who has broken through his armour, Matthew finds his heart stripped bare. He must face the demons of his soul or a future without love.

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“Sexy, warm and funny. Dirty. And heart-wrenching.”— Bestselling Author Kindle Alexander

 

“LOVED it. Matthew stole my heart…but Shane OMG. I want one of him.”— bestselling author of ‘Grand Slam’ JT Cheyanne

 

“Unashamedly strong and sexy, this story shows just how fast and fierce love between two men can be. And, boy, does Ms. Mac Nicol know just how to turn up the steam!”— John Trevillian, The A-Men trilogy.

Tour Giveaway

Susan and her publisher, Boroughs Publishing Group, will be awarding a five-book subscription to their Lunchbox Romances, two of which will be Susan’s stories, Confounding Cupid and The Magick of Christmas, plus a copy of Cassandra by Starlight, the first book in her Starlight trilogy to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

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About Susan Mac Nicol

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Susan Mac Nicol was born in Leeds, UK, and left for South Africa when she was eight. She returned to the UK thirty years later and now lives in Essex. Her debut novel Cassandra by Starlight, the first in a trilogy, was published earlier this year by Boroughs Group Publishing in the US. Sue’s latest story, Stripped Bare is her first m/m romance.

Sue has written since she was very young, and never thought she would see herself being a Romance writer, being a horror/psychological thriller reader all her life. But the Romance genre is now something very close to her heart and she intends continuing the trend.

Sue is a member of the Romance Writers of America and the Romantic Novelists Association here in the UK.

To learn more, visit Susan on her website and blog on Twitter, Facebook and Pinterest.

Susan Mac Nicol is also author of The Magick of Christmas, Confounding Cupid, Cassandra by Starlight and Together in Starlight

 

Stripped Bare Tour Dates

Friday 30th AugustVirtual Writers, Inc. (interview)

Saturday 31st August  – Sophie Sansregret from Evolved Books (review and guest post)

Sunday 1st September – Charlie Cochet (guest post)

Monday 2nd September Kathryn Lively from ARe Cafe (guest post)

Tuesday 3rd September Twitter Interview with Susan Mac Nicol (12 noon – 1pm GMT)

Wednesday 4th September  – Hearts on Fire (review and guest post)

Thursday 5th September – Dianne Bylo from Tome Tender Book Blog (review)

Friday 6th September Joyfully Jay (review and guest post)

Saturday 7th September Kathy from Book Reviews and More (guest post)

Sunday 8th September  – Annette Gisby from Zipper Rippers (interview)

Monday 9th September – Sarah Madison (review and guest post)

Tuesday 10th September  – Piper Vaughn from Babes in Boyland (guest post)

Wednesday 11th September  – Mrs Condit from Mrs Condit Reads Books (review and giveaway)

Thursday 12th September  – Susan Mac Nicol’s site