Michael Rupured: Happy Independence Day Cover Reveal & Giveaway!

Thanks, Charlie, for allowing me to show off the cover for my upcoming release from Dreamspinner Press here at the Purple Rose Tea House. By far, the most exciting part of the publishing process—at least for me—is seeing the cover for the first time. For my next novel, to be released August 20th, artist Christy Caughie created a gorgeous cover. To celebrate, I’m conducting a giveaway. Keep reading for details.



Terrence Bottom wants to change the world. A prelaw student at Columbia University majoring in political science, his interests range from opposing the draft and the war in Vietnam, to civil rights for gays, to anything to do with Cameron McKenzie. Terrence notices the rugged blond hanging around the Stonewall Inn, but the handsome man—and rumored Mafia hustler—rebuffs his smiles and winks.

Cameron McKenzie dropped out of college and left tiny Paris, Kentucky after the death of the grandmother who raised him, dreaming of an acting career on Broadway. Although he claims to be straight, he becomes a prostitute to make ends meet. Now the Mafia is using him to entrap men for extortion schemes, he is in way over his head, and he can’t see a way out—at least not a way that doesn’t involve a swim to the bottom of the Hudson in a pair of cement flippers.

Cameron is left with a choice: endanger both their lives by telling Terrence everything or walk away from the only man he ever loved. The Mafia hustler and the student activist want to find a way to stay together, but first they need to find a way to stay alive.

Preorder here:

Paperback: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5311

Ebook: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5310


The Stonewall Inn on Christopher Street in Greenwich Village is the setting for much of the action in Happy Independence Day. Who owned the Stonewall Inn?

Because the New York State Liquor Authority deemed the mere presence of homosexuals sufficient cause to revoke liquor licenses, legitimate businesses stopped serving alcohol to gay men and women or were raided, stripped of their liquor license, and closed down. The Mafia, seeing an unmet need with profit potential, operated most of the city’s gay bars. After the Mattachine Society sued the SLA and won, paving the way for legitimate businesses to serve alcohol to gay clientele, the Mafia tried a new approach. The fire-gutted Stonewall Inn Restaurant was refurbished for $3500 and opened in 1967 as a private bottle club, bypassing the need for a liquor license and other requirements for public spaces. The chief of the local police precinct was paid $1200 a month in bribes to look the other way and provided advance notice of any raids.


To give you a reason to visit the other blogs helping me celebrate my new cover, I’ve come up with a Giveaway and a quiz about the Stonewall Inn and the 1969 uprising that made it famous. Find the answers on the blogs participating in my cover reveal and giveaway (links below). Comment on my post on any of the participating blogs by midnight, July 31, 2014 for a chance to win a signed copy of the prequel, After Christmas Eve (U.S. residents only; ebook available for international winners—one winner per blog).

What is the Stonewall Inn?

What was the legal environment in 1969 for NYC homosexuals?

What made the Stonewall Inn a magnet for homosexuals?

What happened at the Stonewall Inn on the night of June 28, 1969 to cause the uprising?

Who/what started the Stonewall riots?

How long did the Stonewall Uprising last?


Find out what Michael’s up to by visiting his web site (http://rupured.com), following him on Twitter (@crotchetyman), or by email (mrupured@gmail.com).


Guest Author Michael Rupured – Almost Historical

Thank you so much, Charlie, for inviting me over to the Purple Rose Teahouse to talk about my new release, After Christmas Eve. You’ve really done a nice job. The place is gorgeous!

To celebrate the 10/11 release of my second novel, I’m giving away 10 copies (ebooks) through an 11-stop blog hop. To enter, comment before midnight, October 25, 2013 on any of my posts on the eleven participating blogs. Be sure to include an email address.

My first novel, Until Thanksgiving, takes place in 1996 in Washington DC.  I happened to have lived in DC that year. You might say the main character and I were… roommates. We went to a lot of the same places and knew all the same people. Setting the scene was easy because I could draw on my memories.

After Christmas Eve is a prequel, inspired by a scene from the first book when Philip Potter mentions to his nephew something about a lover he’d lost thirty years earlier. For a novel to be considered historical fiction, the story needs to take place more than fifty years ago. After Christmas Eve is set in 1966. If I’d just waited a few more years….

As an eight-year-old living in Lexington KY at the time the story takes place, my memories weren’t much help. So I turned to Maurice Dorsey, a friend I’d made during the eighteen months I lived in DC. His firsthand accounts of gay life in the sixties opened my eyes to a history I didn’t know nearly as much about as I thought.

Writing what I knew—or thought I knew—had been my credo. Committing to Philip’s story put me way outside of my comfort zone. But I blazed forward, knowing Philip would tell me what I needed to know. And he did, throwing in more than a few surprises.


Here’s the blurb:

As Philip Potter wraps up his last minute shopping on Christmas Eve, 1966, James Walker, his lover of six years, takes his life. Unaware of what waits for him at home, Philip drops off gifts to the homeless shelter, an act of generosity that later makes him a suspect in the murder of a male prostitute.

Two men drive yellow Continentals. One is a killer, with the blood of at least six hustlers on his hands. Both men have secrets. And as Philip is about to discover, James had kept secrets, too. But James wasn’t trying to frame him for murder…


*This is the second of eleven stops on the After Christmas Eve Blog Hop. Excerpts appear in serial form along the hop, beginning with my post at http://www.shiraanthony.com.


Excerpt #2

Sweet, sensitive James would explain his fascination with ballet, share his excitement upon first seeing The Nutcracker, and reveal his dream of performing the role of the Snow King. He’d tell his father how much he’d learned from the classes he and Philip had saved up for him to attend, and explain why he needed to quit his job to train full-time under the tutelage of Mary Day at the Washington School of Ballet.

Philip had met the doyenne of dance at a fundraising gala for the arts. She’d insisted James drop whatever he was doing to study with her full time and had raved about his natural grace and beautiful lines. The cost of her lessons had given Philip pause, but only because he thought she should back up her words with a scholarship or find a patron to pick up the tab. Still, considering the sacrifices James had made while Philip was in graduate school, he’d do whatever he could to help James’s dreams come true too—including swallowing his pride and accepting a handout from the father who’d had nothing to do with his son for the last six years.

Philip hoped Roland Walker would see how James’s eyes blazed when he talked about loving to dance and sense his son’s passion for ballet. He’d have to be blind to miss it. Wouldn’t a father do anything he could to help a child’s dreams come true? Whatever differences they might have, James was Roland’s son. Wouldn’t any man want his son to be happy?

As they’d never met, imagining Roland’s part of the conversation was more difficult. Given the man’s reaction to finding out his son preferred men to women, Philip suspected that not one thin dime of the fortune he’d made in plastics would go toward ballet lessons for his son. Still, James wanted to try.

Unlike Philip, who’d always known he wanted to work at the Smithsonian, James had struggled to find his passion. In the time they’d been together, James had jumped headfirst into a host of careers ranging from welder and sculptor to gardener, house painter, and then on to singing and playing several musical instruments. A half-hearted stab at acting had landed him in a local production of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. Philip remembered how horrified James had been about having to dance in front of an audience when he got the part.

Like an indulgent father, Philip had gone along with James’s desire to dance, believing in the back of his mind that like the rest of his short-lived occupations, dance too would soon fall by the wayside. But that hadn’t happened. James loved to dance as much as Philip enjoyed historical artifacts. Recognition from Mary Day had upped the ante. Her interest in James proved he was meant to dance. Finding his calling had changed him. If a lack of money prevented James from pursuing his dream, Philip didn’t know what would happen.

They’d gone over the numbers a hundred times. James could quit waiting tables to concentrate on his dance career. Philip’s job at the Smithsonian paid enough to support the two of them. But tuition for the Washington School of Ballet was out of reach.

Way out of reach.

Continued on 10/15 on Tali Spencer’s blog (http://talismania-brilliantdisguise.blogspot.com)


Buy link: MLR Press http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=MRAFTERX

Web site: http://rupured.com


Welcome Guest Author Michael Rupured!


Thanks, Charlie, for inviting me to talk about my very first novel, Until Thanksgiving, a m-m romance/thriller now available from Dreampsinner Press that takes place in Washington DC in the late 1990s. And congratulations for your many Reader’s Choice nominations! I’ve cast my ballot and am keeping my fingers crossed for you.

As recently as 2010, writing a novel was just one more thing on a rather long list of stuff I never thought I could do—along with medaling at the Olympics, fixing things around the house, and thinking in a foreign language. Sure, I’ve always loved to write. Journaling, letter-writing, and publishing articles in academic journals for nearly thirty years have helped to improve my writing ability. That kind of writing comes easy for me because it doesn’t—or shouldn’t—involve making things up. The idea of trying to write a novel was enough to make my head explode. Misconceptions about the process and a lack of technical know-how kept me from even trying.

In 2010, with a lot of encouragement and support from my friends, I wrote a still unpublished tell-all memoir that was all tell. I didn’t know about showing until I joined the Athens Writers Workshop in early 2011. A few months later, I started my first novel. Until Thanksgiving is the result.

I hear first novels are often autobiographical. That’s true for me…or at least, was when I started writing. Addictedwas the working title, with the addiction being the main character’s thing for relationships, leading him to fall in love at the drop of a hat with all the wrong men. I still do, but that’s another story—except to say that I’m currently between husbands. My contact info is below.

The problem is thatstory, in and of itself, lacks tension or stakes or a reason to care whether or not Josh ever finds love. Never mind that my life, interesting as it has been, isn’t the stuff of novels. Enter Adam Gordon who Josh antagonizes, not knowing he’s already killed three men. Lo and behold, I was making stuff up, and having a ball doing it.

What’s next? I recently finished a prequel (After Christmas Eve, set in 1966) and am sifting through ideas to decide which to focus on for my next novel. I’m thinking maybe I’ll do something set in the seventies or eighties, but it’s hard to predict what I’ll do until I sit down and start writing.


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