Sunday, January 27, 2013

Cover Love: 50 Gays of Shade #bookcover

50 Gays of Shade
What is it about getting a new book cover that makes you just want to squee like a little kid? This one is quite worthy of the squeeing, too.

The book is Fifty Gays of Shade, and is edited by the always awesome Kiernan Kelly.

Fifty Gays of Shade
At Shady Business, the hottest gay BDSM club in town, no good deed ever goes unpunished.

Short stories by:
Amelia June, CB Conwy, CC Bridges, DC Juris, Emily Moreton, Kayelle Allen, KC Burn, KC Wells, Kiernan Kelly, Lydian Harker, PT Walden, Sascha Illyvich, Sean Michaels, Wade Kelly, Winnie Jerome, Wt Prater

From Kayelle Allen: "Bill Me"
When an old member of the Shady Business BDSM club returns from a hiatus, he meets a new member searching for a proper identity -- and a master who'll help him find it.

I shared an excerpt from this book here so won't go into it again, but I will tell you that the excerpt ends with the line, "Not what I want licked tonight." ;) Proceed at your own delicious risk.

The book now has a release date: February 13, 2013 -- just in time for Valentine's Day. I'll update this with the exact link when I get it.

50 Gays of Shade
By the way, I didn't make the book cover, but I did make the banner. I create these via The Author's Secret. If you like it and want a banner for one of your books, come see me! If you're a member of Marketing for Romance Writers, when you buy a banner, you also get six months of advertising space on The Romance Studio free. For more details, click here.

Monday, January 21, 2013

2013 Goals: Beginning a New Cycle

Goals = Growth
I'm reblogging this post, which I shared with Dariel Raye on her blog, Musings of an Independent Artist. Click the link to visit her blog, where there is a giveaway, and info on goals by a dozen other writers.
Dariel asked me, "On a scale of 1-10, 10 being the highest, how would you rate the attainment of your writing goals in 2012? Did you have goals? What will you change for 2013?"
My answer: Looking back, I set five specific goals for 2012, and met only one of them. However, I give myself a 5. I met the first because I made it a top priority and worked at it daily. I set aside the second goal for other priorities. I abandoned the third and fourth because I found better plans to follow. I completely forgot about the fifth one because I didn't go over my goals periodically, the way I have in previous years. I won't make that mistake in 2013. I set a new set of objectives for 2013 back in December 2012, and have already accomplished two of them. I am tweaking the list, and will be adding back the item I had forgotten. 
2013 is shaping up to be a successful year for me as a writer, a person, and as a wife, mother, and grandmother. For example, my husband and I are working through a workbook by Dr. Gary Chapman called The Five Love Languages, and together, we're reading Life Code: New Rules for Winning in the Real World by Dr. Phil McGraw. Both of these are making a difference in our personal and professional relationships. 
I have short stories scheduled in two anthologies so far, and expect to complete a long awaited sequel. I'm excited by the future I see. 
Okay, shoe on the other foot. What are some of your goals this year?

Friday, January 18, 2013

Luc and Rah Find the Kiss Channel #KissYou

Surrender Love

Setting up the scene: This is a continuation scene not found in the original book. Luc Saint-Cyr and Izzorah Ceeow from Surrender Love have had a long day. They're in their penthouse atop the two-hundred-plus story Nizamrak Building, chilling in front of the entertainment system. Imperinet is the Tarthian Empire version of Internet and every cable and satellite channel known to man. Luc is in charge of the remote. Let's watch what happens.

Izzorah brought a big bowl of popcorn over to the couch, and sat down next to Luc. "What are we going to watch?"
"I was looking for the Fists." He pointed the remote at the wall-sized screen. Images flashed past, too fast for Izzorah to follow. "Can't seem to find a game."
"The Fists are a sports team?"
Luc swiveled to look at him as if he'd just noticed he wasn't alone. "What?"
Uh oh. Guess I should have known that. "Sorry. I was blind for many years, remember? Kind of hard to get into sports when you can't see what's going on." The faint scent of melon drifted to him, and he recognized it as Luc's compassion for him. Being able to smell emotion had helped make up for that disability. He smiled. "Maybe I can learn."
"Of course you can." Luc leaned over and kissed him. "Come sit on my other side, will you?" He gestured with the remote. "I'm better with this with my right hand, and I want to cuddle with you."
Izzorah stood up and moved over. The man wrapped an arm around him, and Izzorah rested his head against Luc's shoulder.
"That's better. And now I can reach the popcorn." Luc grinned, grabbing a handful of the treat. He popped it in his mouth.
Izzorah picked up a piece that had fallen on Luc's shirt, and fed it to him. He lingered at Luc's mouth, tracing one finger along his lips.
Luc kissed his fingertip, and smiled at him. Pointing the remote, he scrolled through more channels, pausing for a moment here or there. He'd grab a handful of popcorn, and eat a few kernels, but then shove the rest in his mouth and change the channel. Just when Izzorah would begin to figure out what he was seeing on the screen, it would change again. After a few minutes of watching the switching images, he gave up on getting interested and focused on the popcorn. No matter what Luc was watching, it felt good being held.
Eventually, the screen stopped showing sports channels, and began showing other things. Music groups flashed on the screen, and then scenes from holovids. Nature programs came on, and images of animals flashed past. There were scenes of waterfalls, rivers, mountains, and deserts, but Luc left none of them up for more than a few seconds. Izzorah got dizzy trying to watch.
At last, he reached out and took the remote from Luc's hand, and changed the channel back.
"Hey!" He looked down at him. "I was watching that."
"No, you weren't. You weren't watching anything."
"I was trying to find something interesting."
Izzorah pointed the remote at Luc, and pressed several buttons. He thumbed the volume control, and then tapped a few more buttons.
Luc crinkled his brow . "What are you doing?"
"Trying to find the Kiss Izzorah Senseless channel." He slapped the remote against his other hand. "I don't think this thing is working."
Luc laughed. "Here." He picked up the popcorn bowl and set it aside, and then took the remote. "I think that channel's on this one." He pressed the Off button, and tossed the remote onto a nearby chair. "Let me show you."
He enfolded Izzorah into his arms, tugged him closer, and bent his head for kiss.

Surrender Love (a Tarthian Empire Story)

Not rebound, payback, loneliness, or great sex, and far beyond love. This is surrender.
Genre: Erotic Science Fiction Romance, Gay Romance, LGBT, Multicultural
Loose Id
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Thursday, January 10, 2013

Naughty New Year: 50 Gays of Shade #amreading

"Bill Me"
Welcome to the Naughty New Year Hop! You'll find links to other cool sites below. Read on for a fun introduction to a new gay anthology coming soon...

"At Shady Business, the hottest gay BDSM club in town, no good deed ever goes unpunished." The hot, fun anthology Fifty Gays of Shade is coming in February 2013 from Torquere Press, and includes short stories by Amelia June, CB Conwy, CC Bridges, DC Juris, Emily Moreton, Kayelle Allen, KC Burn, KC Wells, Kiernan Kelly, Lydian Harker, PT Walden, Sascha Illyvich, Sean Michaels, Wade Kelly, Winnie Jerome, and Wt Prater.

Here's a peek at my story, Bill Me.


"Is that you, Erik?"
I turned to see who had used my name so freely in one of the country's premier BDSM clubs, and found the club's owner walking toward me. "Hello, Shade." I accepted his firm handshake. "Long time no see. You look fit as always." The man wore a black leather hat, black zipped leather shorts, boots, and had a chain wrapped around one wrist.
"I could say the same." He raked his gaze down me. "Damn, man. Where the hell have you been? I heard you relocated again."
I shrugged. "You know me. Never could settle anywhere."
"Let's grab a drink." Shade led me deeper into the club, away from the noisy stage and DJ.
We passed the elevator, and sidestepped around a laughing couple exiting the bathroom. From their tousled appearance, it took little imagination to guess what they'd been doing in there. Had house rules changed? Shade rubbed a spot between his brows and pretended not to notice. He continued through reception, and used a keycard to open a passageway to his office and the play room area.
Gesturing between the two, he quirked his brows, giving me a choice of location. I opted for the privacy of his office, and he opened the door.
Little had changed here, other than a few additional awards on the wall. I sat in the leather chair opposite his desk. He flipped open a cabinet and withdrew a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, handing me one. Shade surprised me by dropping into the chair next to mine. He poured generously, set down the bottle, and leaned back.
"You want to tell me what's up?" He gazed at me over the rim of the glass while he sipped.
I swirled the whiskey, gave it a sniff, and smiled over at him. "What do you mean?"
He pulled a face. "We going to play a head game or are you going to tell me what brings you here -- wearing a three piece suit-- after fifteen months away?"
"Fifteen months? What, were you counting the days?"
"You were here for my birthday party for the past five years, and then missed it last year. I happen to know yours is in three days. We always celebrated together when you were in town. So yeah, I fuckin' know the number of days." He downed the rest of his drink, set aside the glass, and folded his arms across his beefy chest. "What's with the suit?"
"In town on business." I hesitated, but remembered this was Shade I was talking to, and sighed. "Corey moved out six weeks ago."
"No shit? You okay?"
"Yeah. Now."
Shade shook his head. "I'm sorry, Erik. You here to get back in the saddle?"
I took a slug of the whiskey, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and then finished it. "Figured it's time."
He sat forward. "Looking for the same type?"
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"Hell, no. Older. He was twenty when we met. I need someone a little less..." While I struggled for the best description, Shade supplied an apt one.
"Full of shit?"
We both laughed. He poured me another drink. The sound of the liquid sloshing into the glass filled the silence in my head.
"Yeah. That'd work." I sipped.
"We've got some new talent. You walk in wearing that suit, and they'll be licking your shoes."
I polished off the drink, and refused another. "Not really what I want licked tonight."
Buy links:
Coming February 2013 from Torquere Press
Edited by Kiernan Kelly author of Weapon of Choice, and dozens of other gay romance stories.
Click here for more books by Kayelle Allen

All comments across the blog hop will be counted as entries towards winning the three gift certificates, so be sure to visit all of the participating authors!
One person commenting here will win a $5 gift certificate to from me.

For the rest of the Naughty New Year Hop, click these links.

Adriana Kraft
Adriana Kraft
Alisha Paige/Ruby Vines
Addicted to Genre Bending
Ann Cory
Ann Cory
Cassandra Carr
Hot Blogging with Heart
Cherie Noel
Great Expectations
Diane Thorne
Diane Thorne - Erotic Romance Author
Donna George Storey
Sex, Food, and Writing
Donna Michaels
Romaginative Fiction-Donna's Dish
Elise VanCise
Gladiator's Pen
Harlie Williams
Harlie Williams, Writer
Helena Harker
Open the Door to Your Fantasies
Jennifer Wright
Jennifer Wright's Blog
Justus Roux
Where Love and Erotic Know No Boundaries
Kayelle Allen
Unstoppable Heroes
Kelli Scott
Lip Service
Kendall McKenna
Love and Dog Tags
Lisabet Sarai
Beyond Romance
Lisa Carlisle
Lisa Carlisle's News
Lyndi Lamont
Lyndi's Love Notes
M. S. Spencer
M. S. Spencer Tale Spinner
Marie Sexton
Marie Sexton
May Water
May Water's Erotica
Michelle Moon
Ink Dipped Moon
Mona Karel
Mona Karel Blog
Naomi Bellina
Naomi Bellina Adventurous Erotic Romance
Nicole Morgan
Bringing Passion To Life
Rose Anderson
Calliopes Writing Tablet
Roz Lee
Roz Lee
S. Dora
S. Dora
Sapphire Phelan
Sapphire Phelan's Passion Corner
Stormie Kent
Stormie Kent's Musings
Suz deMello
Fearless, Fast-paced Fiction
Synithia Williams
Synithia Williams
Victoria Pinder
Victoria Pinder Romance Author
Virginia Nelson
Virginia Nelson, Author

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Today My Husband Won't #poetry

My husband and me, 2011.

Today My Husband Won't
By Kayelle Allen

Today, my husband won't leave his socks on the floor, or miss the hamper.
He won't pull out a towel and mess up the way the others are folded.
He's not going to run over the newspaper as he comes down the driveway.
He won't leave the garage door open, or back the car into the grass on that tight corner.

My husband won't watch the early news instead of talking to me.
He won't ignore the family for a ball game.
He's not going to fall asleep watching the late news.
There won't be a magazine or book open in his lap.

He won't complain about traffic on the freeway tonight.
He won't sing off key in the shower.
He's not going to putter around in the garage.
He won't work overtime and end up being late for dinner.

It won't be because he's a perfect husband.
Nor because he's turned over a new leaf.
Today, my husband won't do any of these things...
Because my husband is now in Heaven.

I miss him.
Hug your husband today.

My husband is alive and well. I wrote this because I try to keep in mind every day that my spouse, like me, has a finite number of days on the earth. I want to enjoy every single one of them with him, while he's here. Never take your loved ones for granted. We have only this moment, right now, right here. Hug your husband. Think twice about complaining about what he says or does. You have so few moments together. Make each of them count.