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GAY DAY IS BACK!!!
February 25, 2012 | 
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Sunday, February 26th is Gay Day at my Yahoo Group. Gay Day is the one day a month when the best authors in GLBT Romance stop by to post excerpts of their new and upcoming releases.
The following authors will be generously offering giveaways you can enter to win:
ALLY BLUE – GIVING 3 SEPARATE WINNERS CHOICE FROM BACKLIST
LEX VALENTINE – KISSING JOAN COLLINS
P.A. BROWN – LATIN BOYS
ANDREW GREY – ARTISTIC PURSUITS
LYNN LORENZ – BAYOU’S END
PD SINGER – MAROON: DONAL AGUS JIMMY
TARA LAIN – FIRE BALLS OR VOLLEY BALLS
ELIZABETH NOBLE – WINNERS CHOICE FROM BACKLIST
TRINA LAIN – WINNERS CHOICE FROM BACKLIST
HELEN BEATTIE – LOVE LED THEM
JUSTIN SOUTH – BOYFRIENDS PAUL & SAM
KC BURN – FIRST TIME FOREVER
ERICA PIKE – A LIFE WITHOUT YOU, HOT HANDS, & GRADE-A-SEX DEAL
The amazing Authors below will be popping in and out to chat & post excerpts from their latest books:
BERENGARIA BROWN – A LITTLE LIGHT LOVING
VIKI LYN – BLUE SKYE
LYNN LORENZ – DUTY BOUND
AKM MILES – SCARCITY HOLIDAYS
LOU HARPER – ACADEMIC PURSUITS
MEGAN SLAYER – PERMANENT
BELINDA MCBRIDE – WHEN I FALL
The day will run from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. CST in the Ethan Day Yahoo Group where we’ll be posting excerpts, running contests for free books, and chatting about all the new and upcoming releases from your favorite authors.
I hope everyone will stop by to catch up with your favorite authors and join in all the fun!
Grab Your Trunks –Your Room is Ready!
GayRomLit Retreat 2012 Update
Hard Rock Hotel & Casino – Albuquerque, NM
October 18 – 21, 2012
General Info:
Author/Reader registration should open by the end of February or first of March. Once you have fully registered, the hotel reservation code will be sent to you. The rooms have already been held in block, so they won’t show up as available if you try to reserve in advance. In other words, you won’t be able to reserve until you have fully registered and paid for the event.
Room rates are as follows:
$129 plus tax – Standard King or Double Queen room
($10 per person over double occupancy, max of 4 per room)
$149 plus tax – Executive Suites
(King or Double Queen $10 per person over double occupancy, max of 4 per room)
$229 plus tax – Celebrity Suite
($10 per person over double occupancy, max of 4 per room)
You can find additional information on room specs at the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino:
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Missy Welch’s Every Time a Bell Rings
The 42 Days of Christmas Series from MLR Press continues and today I’m posting an excerpt provided by Missy Welch!
Every Time a Bell Rings
by Missy Welch
Available at MLR Press
The blurb:
Brian dropped everything last year when his mother became ill so he could take care of her until the day she died. People he thought were friends didn’t stick with him and he’s somehow become kind of a recluse without meaning to be. Only Mike, his best friend since they were kids, has stuck by him and is now saving him from homelessness after a fire destroys Brian’s apartment building days before Christmas. Though Mike has to go down South for the holiday, Brian stays in Mike’s apartment with his slightly singed kitten Oreo.
Brian’s only goal is to set his affairs back in order before everything shuts down for the holidays and then make it through those holidays in one piece. He’s lost so much–his only real possession is a photo album of his mom that he risked death to save from the fire–and he’s feeling lost and very alone…until Mike, his hot neighbor Trent, and even little Oreo conspire to give Brian the best Christmas possible and a future that looks a lot brighter.
Excerpt:
Tomorrow came all too soon.
It started uniquely when Mike kissed my cheek and turned it into raspberries almost immediately. Nothing like a vibration on your face, some spit, and a giggling maniac to get you going at the butt crack of dawn.
"It’s nine o’clock," he said and bounced off the bed. "Not dawn."
I sighed and Oreo grumbled. Neither of us were morning people. Especially not after a long night’s worth of trauma.
"Come on," he hollered from the bathroom. I heard him start pissing. "We have arrangements to make with…places before I have to leave."
I got up and arranged the covers around Oreo [my kitten] so she could keep sleeping in toasty comfort.
"What time’s your flight?"
"Not until two." He tucked himself away and waved me in. "Save water. Piss with a friend."
I laughed. That was Mike. He wasn’t just trying to get his gloomy friend to lighten up, he really was a nut sometimes.
While I complied, he made a few adjustments to his hair. I didn’t know how he did it, but his black hair looked practically perfect while mine was doing a half-fluffy and half-flattened thing. I should just buzz it off. I flushed the toilet instead.
"Hearty breakfast or light one?" he asked as we trooped into the kitchen. "You remember how to make the coffee?"
"Light and yes." He’d gotten this single-cup coffee maker you’d have thought was a gift from Jesus straight to Mike. The man had every accessory and his mugs now coordinated with the little red thing. His carousel of cups had a few regular coffee-flavored coffees just for me since I didn’t like it to taste like french toast or pumpkin pie.
Apparently, he chose hearty because, while I dealt with a bowl of cereal and a shushing coffeemaker, he made an omelet. I watched him, waiting for the moment when he would flip it in the air. He had gotten better, but it was fun to bet on what would land where.
"So I figure we start with the fire department."
"Why?" I asked. "They did their job."
"To find out when you can go back in." He flicked a glance at the coffee maker, probably hoping it would hurry up so I could get smarter. "Only then can you assess the damage for the insurance company so they can pay you. Oh hey! This is one of those times when the Red Cross swoops in, right?"
I shrugged. "Maybe. The local one anyway." I frowned and munched granola coated in sugar. "That’s on Market, isn’t it? Near Frank’s?"
"That’s the only one I know."
Then he went quiet and, with a little hip wiggle and a biting of his bottom lip, he swiveled the omelet in the pan before flinging it up and—
"You did it!"
"Booyah, baby!" He hopped up and landed like a gymnast’s dismount with his hands in the air. After a bow to the fridge and one to me, he high-fived the air in front of me and spun away to thrust his hips at the oven.
Chuckling at his antics, I didn’t dream of mentioning that half the omelet cooked up the side of the pan instead of in it. It was a definite improvement.
"I’ll make a trophy. Master Flipper."
He snorted. "I’ll put it next to my trophy for being a Master Baiter."
I laughed, milk dribbling down my chin which just went so well with the topic. He turned and pointed and laughed it up right along with me.
God but I was so glad to have him here right now! Swallowing my breakfast, I sobered to the point of nearly crying. If he’d already left, I knew one phone call would’ve ensured I could stay here, but to actually have him with me was a balm to my sanity. And when he blew me a kiss over his shoulder, I knew he knew it too.
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Clare London’s Secret Santa
The 42 Days of Christmas Series from MLR Press continues and today I’m posting an excerpt provided by Clare London!
SECRET SANTA
Clare London
Available at MLR Press.
BLURB:
Seb and Jamie argue over most things, even in the season of presumed good will. When a totally unsuitable "Secret Santa" present for each of them causes even more tension, the hostility threatens to ruin the pleasant Christmas meal they had planned with friends. But there are strange forces at work tonight and both of them seem to be acting out of character. They find they’re working together in the kitchen, sharing confidences, and admitting to feelings they never dared before – and cooking up something rather more exciting than food!
EXCERPT:
The temperature in the kitchen had increased by many degrees and not all of them were caused by the oven.
Jamie broke from the kiss and pressed Seb against the counter, until its edge must have dug painfully into his waist. Seb didn’t complain, though, or not so Jamie noticed. Seb had a smudge of cranberry chutney on his nose, and his breathing was much more shallow than earlier in the evening. They both were. When Seb lifted a hand to his nose, Jamie grasped his wrist, not harshly, but firmly enough.
“I’ll do that.” With his free hand, he wiped the chutney gently off Seb’s nose. Then he trailed his finger tips down Seb’s cheek, under his jaw and along the lines of his throat.
Seb groaned aloud, a soft growling sound in the back of his throat. His head went back, baring his neck, and he swallowed heavily.
Jamie dropped his hand, leaning in even closer. “What I’m saying…what I mean…”
“What?” Seb’s voice was just a whisper. “For fuck’s sake, say it.”
“I want you.” Jamie murmured directly into Seb’s ear, trying to breathe all the heat and sweet excitement he felt into the other man. In case he couldn’t find the right words—better words—he hoped his actions worked instead.
Seb bit back a gasp. His body shivered. “How long?”
Jamie watched the movement of Seb’s mouth; the drop of sweat on his upper lip. He thought he could watch it for hours. He’d never imagined quite how fascinating this bloody annoying, astonishing, sexually provocative man could be. He wanted to kiss him again, he knew that more surely than anything he’d ever known before. “What do you mean?”
“How long have you wanted me?”
Jamie smiled. That was a stupidly easy question, at least tonight it was, when his heart felt released, and his mouth eager to get back to more important things. “Since I met you. Forever. For too long. Have I said the wrong thing again?” He realized he didn’t care anymore. All he could do was be honest, to let himself be exposed. “We’ve never talked about these things, never stopped arguing long enough to discover an alternative way of communicating. Do you…are you angry with me?”
“Angry?” Seb’s laugh was a little shaky. “I’ve wanted you since you first turned those icy blues on me when I lurched in late for another of our get-togethers, and told me I was a waste of everyone’s time.”
“I never said that. It doesn’t sound like my phrasing at all.”
Seb grinned at him. “You’re too literal. Maybe I paraphrased. You know how serious you look when you frown like that?” He leaned forward as if to kiss Jamie between the brows, but dropped his head down to Jamie’s mouth instead.
Jamie kissed back. Daringly, he ran a hand down Seb’s back and over his arse, his fingertips brushing at the crease of Seb’s jeans, just underneath his left buttock.
Seb jerked against him, and sucked in a ragged breath. “Any more of that, man, and I’ll roll over and play ‘dead’ like the best kind of pet.”
“You like that?” A lucky guess, Jamie thought with delight, and squeezed again. Seb felt good under his grasp and tasty on his lips. When and how had he deserved this Christmas present?
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Geoff Knight’s Together in Electric Dreams
The 42 Days of Christmas Series from MLR Press continues and today I’m posting an excerpt provided by Geoff Knight!!!
Together in Electric Dreams
by Geoff Knight
Now Available from MLR Press
Bailey Baxter’s only Christmas Wish was wishing that Christmas would go away! Not that this handsome, kind, young man was ever mean or angry, he was simply busy—pitching to clients and securing successful accounts for the ad agency at which he worked tirelessly.
So it’s just as well that Bailey—unbeknownst to him—has someone making his Christmas Wishes for him.
And this year, on the eve of his biggest account—which happens to be Christmas Eve—this year’s Christmas Wish comes in the form of a handsome electrician named Gabe, willing to do more than simply help Bailey put up his Christmas lights to please his elderly and eternally grateful neighbors.
Will Bailey let this Christmas race by him like all the others? Or will this racy Christmas be one to remember?
Excerpt:
Bailey managed to turn the lock, push open his door and flick on the lights to his apartment. “I hope you’re as understanding and patient as you seem.”
He gestured into the apartment and Gabe’s eyes widened at the sight of the tumbleweed of Christmas lights sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room.
“Like I said,” Bailey shrugged apologetically. “I tried.”
Gabe simply smiled, picked up his toolbox and step ladder, and walked confidently into Bailey’s apartment. “Let’s get you untangled, shall we?”
While Gabe knelt beside his toolbox and began unloading tools, Bailey—feeling suddenly guilty at the mess he’d made for the handsome tradesman—put down his computer, his broken phone and attempted to pick up the twisted ball of wires trying to unravel an end.
“I know this is kind of supposed to be easy,” he said, taking a twirled strand in one hand, “and I know millions of people do this every year, but I’m just not used to… Christmas.” He turned in a circle to grab another end, and the wire snaked around his torso. “You see, my neighbors have this stupid dream of turning the outside of our building into a big Christmas tree. They’ve all lined their fire escapes with green lights that kind of zigzag all the way up here.”
Bailey turned again, entwining himself in lights even more. “Now it’s up to me to…”
He pirouetted again and made things worse.
“…to finish the job…”
He twisted right, left, until he could barely move at all.
“…with a beautiful big star on top.”
With one last effort to unpluck the web of wires, Bailey successfully tied himself into a complete knot. That’s when he let out an exasperated sigh.
Gabe stood with a, “Whoa, whoa, slow down. You’re rushing things again. Just stay still for me for one moment.”
Without a second’s warning, the electrician placed one large hand on Bailey’s right hip to stop him from struggling.
It worked instantly.
Bailey froze and caught his breath.
Gabe slid his other hand over Bailey’s extended arm, following the enmeshed trail of lights down to Bailey’s hand. “Let go,” he instructed softly. “Let me take care of you.”
Bailey tried to gulp down his fears, but in doing so let out a nervous splutter.
“It’s okay,” Gabe smiled, sliding his fingers around Bailey’s to untwist the wire. “We’ll have you fixed up in no time.”
Gabe stood a little closer, struggling with a tricky knot around Bailey’s ring-less ring finger.
Bailey felt his own hand begin to tremble.
Worse still, he felt his crotch quiver, aroused by Gabe’s fingers dancing over his, by the proximity of their bodies, by the closeness of Gabe’s face. Yes, with Gabe’s next words, Bailey could feel the warmth of Gabe’s sweet breath on his cheek.
“Just keep still. I’ll have you undone before you know it. Nearly… got it… Ah, there you go.”
Gabe released a pent-up puff of air at the moment he released Bailey’s finger. Bailey felt the air brush his black hair, warm on his ear which had been frozen out in the city night earlier, but was now pink and burning.
He suddenly realized he was hot all over. Being bound with his overcoat still on didn’t help matters.
“God, it’s hot in here. Don’t you think?” He realized he was rambling again.
“It’s okay, let’s get you out of this tangle first.” Gabe had both hands on Bailey’s hips now. “Turn this way for me. Slowly.”
He turned Bailey in a half-circle, then stopped him, holding him in place with one firm hand while his other hand worked on freeing more lights.
“Now this way,” Gabe continued, his movements calm and collected, his touch soft and certain.
“And back again,” he said as he unloaded a net of wires from around Bailey’s narrow waist.
“Now turn again.” This time he unthreaded a necklace of pearly lights from around Bailey’s neck.
“And with that…” Gabe lifted the last of the wires off Bailey’s chest, “…you’re free.”
Bailey let out a whoosh of quivering air and said, “Thank God. I need a beer. You want a beer?”
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