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Author in Spotlight – J.P. Bowie

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J_P_BowieJ.P. Bowie was born and raised in Aberdeen, Scotland. He wrote his first (unpublished) novel at the age of 14 – a science fiction tale of brawny men and brawnier women that made him a little suspect in the eyes of his family for a while.

  Leaving home at age eighteen for the bright lights of London, he found himself in the midst of a "diverse and creative crowd" that eventually led him to the performing arts. For the next twelve years he sang, danced and acted his way around the theatres of London and the provinces, appearing in shows with many famous British singers, actors and comedians. He immigrated to the US and made his home in Las Vegas, working for that illustrious duo, Siegfried and Roy.

  J.P. wrote his first gay mystery in 2000, and after having it rejected by every publisher in the universe, he opted to put his money where his mouth is and self published A Portrait of Phillip. Now several books, short stories and novellas later, he is writing m/m erotica almost exclusively. J.P.’s favorite singer is Ella Fitzgerald, and his favorite man is Phil, his partner of 15 years.

 

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*Bonus Question & Answer from my 5.4.8×5 Interview with

J.P. Bowie about his book – Nowhere to Hide

Nowhere to Hide NPEthan: You rode a fine line in several spots, threatening to, yet never tripping over the line into a bondage/torture scenario. There were even a few foiled almost’s that never quite made it there. It made me wonder if at any point during the writing of this book, were you at all tempted to cross that line?

JP: Okay, I am not a big fan of hardcore bondage. I did at one point consider putting Mark in danger of just that, but personally I prefer the scent of danger, rather than the physical aspect of it. No gain from pain, say I!

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The latest in Man-on-Man Romance from J.P. Bowie

 

In a time when vampires have gained civil rights and walk freely among humans, they must still overcome the factions who seek to take away those rights and return them to the role of the hated, and hunted.

Rob Lydell employed by Blood Relations, a philanthropic group of wealthy businessmen, is asked to negotiate a meeting with Gabriel Torrance, a powerful vampire. The object of the meeting is to improve relationships between humans and vampires, who have recently gained civil liberties.

Rob and Gabriel form a close relationship of their own, but not everyone is happy about vampire civil rights and Rob soon finds himself the target of attacks and threats, while the violence against vampires by members of so-called staker gangs increases.

As Rob and Gabriel’s blood bond grows, they are startled to discover that the biggest danger they have to face may come from a power play within Blood Relations itself, not to mention some members of the Vampire Council who still regard humans as prey, rather than equals.

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JPBowie_300x450ProtraitOfPhilipWhen Peter Brandon, a gifted young artist awakens from a coma of three years, he learns that his lover, Phillip, was brutally murdered and no one brought to justice for the crime. With the help of Andrew Connor, his physical therapist, he slowly regains his strength, but it is not until he visits Phllip’s graveside and receives an affirmation that his dead lover is somehow guiding him to the truth, that he feels the need to get on with his life.

Through mutual friends, he meets Jeff Stevens, an ex-cop now a PI, and together they discover that Phillip was not the victim of a random gay-bashing, but of a deliberate act to silence him. They unravel a web of lies, deceit and a friend’s treachery. During their investigation, Peter and Jeff find a mutual attraction for each other, a situation that is thrown into jeopardy in their final face off with Phillip’s killer.

A prequel to the Nick Fallon Investigations series but can be read as a stand alone.

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Book six in the My Vampire and I Series

Jared Lantos and Andrew Berés two vampires, once lovers, now foes, struggle to find love and forgiveness while battling those who would keep them from ever trusting one another again.

While awaiting to be tried for the murder of a fellow vampire, Jared Lantos meets Joey Ryan, a young mortal, and is immediately drawn to him. Despite his conviction that the life of a loner is what he craves, Jared finds himself falling in love with Joey. The loving bond between Jared and Joey is strengthened when Jared cures Joey’s father of his dementia.

Meanwhile, Andrew discovers that the accusation of murder he’d brought against Jared was false, and seeks forgiveness from his one time lover. While in LA, Andrew chooses Tommy Cordain, a young fireman, to satisfy his need for blood, but against his better judgment, he is unable to forget the attractive young man. When the real murderer targets Andrew for the final death by setting fire to the hotel where Andrew is staying, Tommy rescues him, and Andrew is forced to have him remember their shared night of passion.

Believing they know who the real murderer is, Jared and Andrew confront the person, but the truth when revealed, is even more terrible, and could threaten the lives of their friends and lovers.

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J.P Bowie Interviews Claire Thompson about Cowboy Poet

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Today I’m debuting the very first guest interview in this series, which was conducted by J.P. Bowie, who I spoke to a few weeks back about his book, Nowhere to Hide. You can find that post HERE. For now I’ll you leave you to find out more about Cowboy Poet!

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COWBOY POET BY CLAIRE THOMPSON:

Tyler Sutton can run all he wants from his past, but he’s still got himself to contend with. Clint Darrow, the foreman on a West Texas bull ranch, hides his dominant sensual nature behind the laconic, quiet persona of a true Texas cowboy. When Tyler meets Clint, the sexy cowboy senses Tyler’s need for sensual surrender. Together they fire his dark submissive dreams into a flame of reality.

cowboy poet npJP: When you set out to write this story, had you been researching cowboy poets? I mean, I didn’t even know there was such a person (s).

Claire: I did, actually! My beta reader came across the term, I do believe (she is AMAZING with ideas!) and I started researching it and we thought, hey, that would be a cool idea for a story. A cowboy out in West Texas who is a poet at heart, with lots of secrets and poetic dreams… I did research the background of the genre (it’s been around since there have been cowboys, but sort of died out in the 1940s, but there was a resurgence in the 80s, with festivals and contests springing up in local bars and larger venues all over the country. Today it’s alive and well. Here’s a link for readers curious to learn more. http://www.cowboypoetry.com/rmwhatis.htm#Brief

JP: Talking about research, how do you know so much about bull sperm?

Claire: The sum total of what I know is found in the novel! Hurrah for the Internet! I wanted to add an interesting plot diversion (or Macguffin, http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/macguffin, if you want to use the technical term), so the theft of something valuable on a cattle ranch made me think of sperm. Go figure…

JP: You put a lot of emphasis on the difference between consensual BDSM and one person being overly dominant, or the other being too submissive. Can you expand on the fine line that you draw here?

Claire: I wouldn’t say the line if fine. I’d say it’s big and fat! A consensual D/s (Dominance and submission) relationship is a love connection, pure and simple. Yes, there may be, uh, unusual kinks in that connection, but at its heart, it’s a way of sharing and expressing love and attraction. Unfortunately, there are those out there who use the guise of BDSM to be bullies—to mask or subvert their own fear, hatred or self-loathing by lording it over someone either weaker than themselves, or someone who is searching for a D/s connection, but doesn’t really know that that entails. I have woven this theme into a number of my BDSM novels. Especially for the non-initiated, there is a lot of confusion about consensual, erotic BDSM versus abuse. One has as much to do with the other as a kiss versus a sock in the jaw.

JP: It’s made clear that Tyler is into pain, craves it as part of his sexual release. How common is this among those in the BDSM scene?

Claire: I’d say it’s very common indeed. In fact, my personal view is there are very few actually submissives—that is, they truly and only want to ‘serve and submit’ to another. There are certainly aspects of that in BDSM, but remember too what BDSM stands for. The M is for masochism, and it’s a very specific masochism, that is, seeking and finding pleasure through erotic pain. Pain is a misnomer in this case, or rather, it evolves into something different – a fusing of pleasure and pain, if you will, that transcends any erotic experience I can think of (I bet you can guess how I’m hardwired along the BDSM continuum, huh?)

JP: Um…yeah…When you finish a story like The Cowboy Poet are you tempted to continue the main characters’ stories in another book?

Claire: NO. I am not. I get done with a novel, and I’m like, PHEW! I’m done! But sometimes…after a while, a month or even a year, if the characters have continued to whisper in my psyche, and if enough readers have said, Hey! Where the heck is the rest of this dude’s story!, then I might give in and have a go at a sequel. But not too often. I’ve written over 50 novels, and the sequels can be counted on one hand. I like to move on! (I have a very short attention span. Luckily I type fast, so I can get through the story before my brain has moved on to something else!)

JP: Thanks Claire—we must do this again sometime!

Claire: Hey, this was fun. The questions were unique and original and I had lots of fun answering!

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Excerpt from Cowboy Poet:

The door opened onto a tack room, the warm smells of saddle leather and damp straw causing a sudden, sharp pain of longing for his own horse, left behind at the Double S. Beyond the room were the stables, and, as promised, a basket of carrots stood at the ready.

Taking two, Tyler headed toward the horses, one with a mahogany coat and black mane who stood regal as a king. Tyler offered the dark horse a carrot, which he accepted as his due. The other, a dappled gray, was pawing the thumb_Cowboy poet lgground nervously and tossing her mane, her large eyes rolling.

“Hey there,” Tyler said softly. “You must be Gracie.” He moved slowly toward her, his voice low and soft. “I know how you feel, Gracie. It’s scary sometimes, the things we don’t understand. But it’s just thunder. Clouds bumping. Nothing to be afraid of, here all cozy in this nice dry stable.” He reached toward her with a gentle hand, lightly touching her forehead with his finger, which he moved in a slow, easy circle. Gracie lowered her head, snuffling softly as she accepted the offered carrot.

“That’s true, what you said.” Tyler heard Clint behind him but didn’t turn around. He continued to stroke the horse’s velvet-soft head. “It’s scary sometimes, the things we don’t understand.”

Tyler didn’t reply. Clint continued. “Us cowboys, we grow up with this code, pounded into us from the moment we’re born. You gotta be tough. To be vulnerable, to need another person, is seen to be weak, and no self-respectin’ cowboy wants to be seen as weak. The way I see it, you and me, we was born with the deck stacked against us, seein’ as we’re already what you might call sexual outlaws—hankerin’ after our own kind instead of the opposite sex. For you it’s even tougher, at least on the surface, than for me. Because you’ve got this desire—this need—to submit to another person and to belong to him deeper than most folks will ever understand.”

“I don’t—” Tyler whirled toward Clint, ready to protest, but Clint silenced him with a hand and a word.

“Hush. Hear me out, Ty. Just listen for a little while, then you can tell me all the reasons I’m wrong.”

Tyler turned back toward Gracie, who nuzzled her soft nose against his hand. Fine. He’d let Clint talk, then he’d set him straight.

“I’ve been payin’ attention, Tyler. I know what makes you hot. I know what you need, maybe even better than you do at this point. But I also understand that it ain’t somethin’ that comes easy for a strong man.

“I think maybe you got the notion that what attracts you somehow makes you somethin’ less than a man. The power you have in the situation is in your willingness to trust yourself and your judgment of the man you choose to give yourself to.”

Tyler turned toward him. “Those are fine words, but I’ve been down this path before. I thought it was what I wanted—what I,” he hesitated, stumbling over the word, “…needed, but I was just fooling myself.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to let that whole horrible mess come washing back over him like a mudslide. “Something’s twisted inside me—something that yearns to be used rough and taken hard. But that doesn’t mean a man has the right to humiliate me or take what isn’t freely given.”

Clint stepped behind him, and strong arms encircled him. Clint rested his head lightly against Tyler’s back. “You been hurt, Tyler. Sounds to me like some kind of bully got ahold of you and took advantage of your nature. I’m right sorry that happened to you, but it’s got nothin’ to do with what you and I are sharin’ right now. You ain’t twisted and there’s nothin’ wrong with you. Let go of whatever shame it is you’re holdin’ onto. Shame’s like a rock, Ty. It weighs you down. Toss it away now—you don’t need it no more. Not with me.”

Clint lifted his head and kissed the back of Tyler’s neck, causing all kinds of mixed emotions to course through him. “As for me,” Clint continued. “I don’t hold much truck with any kind of disrespect. For me it ain’t about one person usin’ the other, or takin’ what he wants ‘cause he can. It’s about connection. It’s about trust. And trust can’t be demanded. It’s got to be earned.”

Clint pulled Tyler toward him. “Now come on, the rain’s let up and Gracie’s fine. Come on back with me to the bunkhouse and I’ll show you what I mean. If you can trust me, Tyler, I can help you get back that spark I know still burns inside you. I’ve got a single tail whip that will show you more than a thousand words could tell you.”

Tyler followed Clint back into the bunkhouse, his mind still rebelling, but his body ready, willing and eager. A single tail whip! Unbidden, unwelcome, the memory of Wayne with the riding quirt in his hand as he held Tyler against the wall, his pants around his knees, burst into Tyler’s mind. He’d nearly come just from the feel of the stinging leather raining over his body, something which had confused and upset him at the time.

How humiliated he’d been when, after the whipping, Wayne had jerked him around and pushed him to his knees. He’d nearly come from that whipping, but as usual Wayne had stopped too soon, too intent on having Tyler suck him off to pay attention to Tyler’s reactions.

The whip, Tyler came to realize later, much later when he’d escaped Wayne’s corrosive control, was merely a tool for Wayne. It was a way to get himself hard, and make himself feel superior. There was none of this poetry and connection Clint had hinted about. None of the passion and sweetness they’d shared the night before.

With Wayne, all too often Tyler had been left aching and on the edge, somehow certain there was more—there had to be more—and yet nearly always feeling as if the rug had been yanked from under him just before he’d achieved what his body and soul seemed to crave.

And yet even that, he was still ashamed to admit, was better than nothing. More than a lonely man who yearned for things he didn’t understand could hope to find on a solitary horse ranch in the middle of West Nowhere. And so he’d stayed with Wayne, for far longer than he should have. Would he be there still, if Wayne hadn’t forced the issue?

© Copyright 2010 Claire Thompson

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It won’t be there much longer…

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Time is running out for your opportunity to read Sno Ho for FREE!! It’s been the Free Book of the Week at MLR Press over the past week, but it won’t be available for too much longer!

Click the link below and head over to MLR Press, then right click the Sno Ho cover in the top right hand corner of the page to be transported to Summit City…then sit back and enjoy the fireworks!

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Boone Daniels seems to have trouble finishing things.  Along with the half dozen or so novels he’s started, only to abandon mid-way through, his love life could be best described as a series of drive-by’s. 

Boone has spent the past week staying at a ski-lodge in the tiny mountain town of Summit City.  He’s been using his time alone to write while waiting for his boyfriend to join him for their anniversary.

  
What happens to Boone when he winds up dumped on the eve of his one-year anniversary and ends up at a bar having one too many cocktails?  Wade Walker

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Anything for You is Now Available!!!

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ISBN# 978-1-60820-312-3 (ebook) $5.99

Release Date – March 2011

Cover Artist – Deana C. Jamroz

ebook: 106 pages – 35,000 word count

Available At: MLRBooks (ebook)

 

Jason Miller is still in the closet. He’s never found a reason to kick the door open, walk into the light of day, and tell the world he’s gay. At least that’s what he keeps telling himself — along with a multitude of other solid arguments. As an ad man, he’s used to hawking a bill of goods, he just never imagined he’d fall victim to his own hype.

When ex-activist/coming out guru, Chad Wellington came along, he was the one thing Jason never saw coming. Like a moth to a flame these two opposites ignite leaving Jason to decide if he can handle the heat.

Excerpt:

As the two of us walked through the front door, I could smell a unique blend of Thai spices wafting out from the kitchen mixed with the faint aroma of the expensive leather coming from the living room furniture.

“They’re here!” Trent ran over with a cocktail in hand.

He looked a little too monochromatic with his light brown hair, brown corduroy pants, and a cream-colored silk shirt.

I shook my head disapprovingly. That boy will wear silk with anything. You’re supposed to be trying that whole nice thing, remember asshole? I reminded myself.

I glanced down, taking a second to concentrate on the warm hues of the slate tile under my feet. I threw on a forced smile, trying to ignore the fact it felt fake as all hell, before meeting Trent’s gaze. He had that judgy little smirk, like he could see right through me.

Screw it, no one can hear my thoughts anyway… The mere fact I actually have friends is proof of that.

The longer he dated my best friend, the more irritating Trent became to me. Like one of those commercials made more annoying thanks to the cheesy theme song that gets stuck in your head. Even though you hate the commercial, you end up singing along with it anyway.

His blue eyes were a little too blue. I suspected colored lenses, though he denied it. I was totally jealous of his perfect eyebrows. They had that slight Jack Nicholson arch—not too bushy, not too thin. I knew he plucked, but he vehemently denied that, too. 

“Here, drink this quick,” Trent said, thrusting a martini glass at me.

“What?” I asked, beginning to laugh.

“Come on, suck it down,” Trent said. “They don’t call you Cumbalina for nothing.”

I decided to let that bit of snark go and took the glass from him. I hadn’t planned to begin anesthetizing myself until well after dinner; that would’ve been rude. My momma raised me right! Even so, I complied joyfully, wondering what I’d done to get so lucky, as I sucked down the delicious appletini.

“Okay, why the rush to get me drunk?” I asked, handing the now empty glass back to Trent. “I’ve already told you I’m not going to be your houseboy.”

“Oh sweetie…you should be so lucky,” he said. “No babe, I invited an old friend of mine from college along for the weekend. His name is Chad and I thought the two of you would be perfect for each other. Knowing you the way I do, I thought you’d take the news better after a nice, cool cocktail.”

“Oh shit,” I said. “Please tell me you didn’t bring me up here for a blind date?”

“He could.” Brent shrugged, grinning from ear to ear. “But he’d be totally lying.”

“And Chad is totally hot.” Trent gave me his evil eye. “You’d better be nice to him!” He turned to Brent. “He’s been so cranky lately.”

Brent shook his head at his boyfriend. “Did you really think one cocktail would have any effect? He’s like one step away from needing twelve.”

“Excuse me!” I smacked Brent in the stomach, hard enough to make him cough.

“Of course not, honey,” Trent said, rolling his eyes. “That’s why I crushed up one of my Valiums and mixed it in with his drink.”

“You did what?” Brent’s eyes widened. “You should have checked with me first. He can’t take Valium. He has an allergic reaction—it makes him stupid.”

“Good Christ!” I reached out to rest my hand on the wall as if it were the only thing holding me upright. “I haven’t been in the damn door five minutes and you’ve ambushed me with a sacrificial man and poisoned me! Why not give me ecstasy? I’d be nice and randy for just about anyone!”

“Well how the fuck was I supposed to know?” Trent shrugged, looking at Brent and completely ignoring me. “If he weren’t such a goddamn freak, I wouldn’t have had to drug the son of a bitch in the first place.”

“Hey!” I scowled at Trent and then shoved him. “Giving me a friggin’ poisoned apple—what are you, my wicked stepmother!?!”

Trent reached over and shoved me back. “I know, go stick your finger down your throat.”

“Hey, what’s going on?” a voice called out from the living room.

The three of us stood up straight, eyes wide like three deer in the forest that just sniffed out a mountain lion. Rick and Jim were standing in the kitchen entryway, peeking around the corner at us, laughing hysterically. Chad turned red, obviously realizing he’d walked in on something.

“Oh…um.” Trent held out his hand for Chad. “I’d like you to meet Brent’s best friend, Jason.”

Chad and his enormous blue eyes made their way over to us. He had sandy brown hair that was slightly disheveled and too long, but in that intentional way. Judging by what I could see of it, he also had a fan-freakin’tastic body to boot. His voice was deep, kind of Clooney, and I knew instantly if I ever heard it in the dark, I’d do whatever it commanded. He wore rumpled khaki cargos, brown leather sandals, and a wife beater.

I could feel that I was grinning like a newly crowned Miss America, but I couldn’t manage to control myself. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

Chad took a few steps toward the three of us and gently wrapped my hand up in both of his. I sort of chuckled like a goofy teenager for a moment before correcting myself and butching things back up.

“I’ve heard so much about you.” I directed a nasty glare at Trent.

“It’s nice to meet you as well.” Chad smiled like he had a secret. “Did I interrupt something here?”

“Oh no,” Brent jumped in, “I was just telling Trent that Jason is super wiped out. Work was hell for the boy this week. He’s exhausted, could barely keep his eyes open on the drive up.”

“Yes,” Trent said, “and I promised to get some food in him and send him directly to bed.”

“Trent,” Jim called out from the kitchen, “don’t forget Chad and Jason are sharing a room, remember? The other two spares are still torn up—mid-renovation and all.”

“I hope that’s okay?” Chad asked. “I’m afraid I may have invited myself last minute.”

Great, I thought, no telling what he’ll hear coming out of my mouth throughout the night.

“Of course I don’t mind, I mean we’re all adults here. Well maybe not all of us.” I glared once more at Trent who sneered back at me this time. “I just hope I don’t keep you awake with all my snoring.” Look at it this way, the drugs will keep me from being a slut, at least for the first night.

“I’d certainly hate for it to be your snoring that kept me awake all night as well.” Chad smiled.

Copyright 2011. Ethan Day.

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Gay Day is Back!!!

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Sunday, March 13th 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:

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Clare London – The Tourist

Stevie Woods – Death’s Desire

Joyee Flynn – Tristan & Victor

Trina Lane – In Dreams He Came

J.P. Bowie – Blood Lure & A Portrait of Phillip

Ethan Day – Anything for You – Available March 13th from MLR Press

Z.A. Maxfield – Winners Choice from Backlist

P.A. Brown – Winners Choice from Backlist

Serena Yates – Understanding Mark

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The amazing Authors below will be popping in and out to chat & post excerpts from their latest books:

Serena Yates – Rediscovering Adrian & Finding Elliot

Stevie Woods – Sacrifices & A Favor for a Friend

Lynn Lorenz – Rougaroux Social Club: Bayou Dreams & Remember Me

Jon Wilson – A Hundred Little Lies

Adrianne Brennan – Pisces

Z.A. Maxfield – The Pharaoh’s Concubine

P.A. Brown – Bermuda Heat

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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!