Teaser Tuesday: EXCERPT from “Sands of Thyme” (for Love is Always Write)

Someone twisted my arm and encouraged me to participate in the Goodreads M/M Romance Group’s HUGE event. Here’s a teaser to my story, which will be posted at some point in the future. Extra special thanks to Janalyn Barton, who came up with the resort name and makes a cameo appearance as Burke’s sister.

Sands of Thyme Excerpt

(M/M Contemporary, R)

By EM Lynley

Photo #2 Beach Feet

The prompt:

This vacation was not his idea, but when his sister bought him a vacation at a gay resort, he had no choice. All the men on lounges seemed so similar to a gay bar. How could he choose a man based on appearance alone? Them he saw a man looking at the water and sky through binoculars, sometimes writing in a notebook. Now our hero was intrigued.

CHAPTER ONE

Burke Williams squinted in the bright sun as he walked out of his hotel room and toward the beach. He had a bottle of sunscreen, a fat potboiler mystery novel and a brand-new pair of bright green swim trunks on. So new they sort of chafed in all the wrong spots. He ducked back into his room and grabbed a wide-brimmed straw hat off the hook near the door, made sure his plastic key card was in his pocket, and shuffled in the direction of the waves.

He sniffed. Top notes of salt, with a sort of fishy second note, and a coconut-suntan-lotion finish. Smells that caused images of long-past family beach vacations to bubble toward the surface of his consciousness. Family vacations. Family.

At the moment, Burke could do without family. He inhaled and let out a long sigh as he approached a row of lounge chairs on the beach, about twenty feet from the highest point the waves kissed the beach. He wandered down the line glancing at each of the figures reclining. Rows of men. Rows of men in various shades from pale to overcooked. All lined up like a buffet.

What else did he expect at a gay beach resort?

He nodded as he made eye contact with one man after another. Not a glimmer of interest in any of them. Burke let his gaze roam up one body and down another, shocked and in some cases appalled by the array of swim wear (and lack thereof). Suddenly his bright green trunks seemed so… inadequate. He couldn’t help looking towards the crotches, assessing the size and shape of the various lumps and outlines. One guy looked like he had a whole trout stuffed in there.

Burke shuddered. He didn’t want to go near any part of Trout-crotch’s body, nor have any of it touch him. He asked himself for the zillionth time why on earth he’d come.

Family, that’s why. Burke’s well-meaning sister, Janalyn, had bought this trip for him and staged an intervention to get him to the airport. She’d lured him with an invitation to his favorite restaurant and driven him to the airport instead.

Bitch.

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Between Friends by Sean Michael

Join Sean Michael, our final guest author here for Backlist Strikes Back, to find out how a chat with friends turned into not just one book, but a series with a cast of wonderful characters that keeps us all going back for more of the Hammer Club series!

Win your choice of titles from Sean’s backlist! Just leave a comment here and we’ll choose a winner on May 1!

This book spawned four in the series, a number of short stories, and, saw the birth of the Hammer Club series.

The kicker? This book almost didn’t get written

I was pondering BDSM and friends with benefits and everlasting friends with benefits who then fall in love with partners because they can’t be all of what each other needs and would the two ‘outside’ partners also be friends. I had this scene in my head of the four of them sitting in the living room together and the subject of sex coming up.

Only one of the outside partners was this straight-laced, very non-kinky man and a cop to boot, while the other one was this BDSM Top… oh yeah, like that’s going to work.

Only it did.

After I’d written Between Friends, it turned out I had several prequels that also needed to be written. Then, while doing a short story staring Peter and Sammy — Testing Leather, available as a free read on my website
(http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com/books/testingleather.html) — Marcus and Jim showed up. Just a bit part — they’re in maybe four or five paragraphs at the beginning, but that’s all they needed to set root in my brain and refuse to let go.

So while Between Friends might be the story of Harry and Jason and Peter and Sammy, it’s also the birth of two series, countless characters, and I will always be very fond of it.

Between Friends: Two very different couples. Two very different lives. Yet somehow they manage to keep things between friends.

Schoolteacher Jason and Harry the cop have a pretty good life together. Or at least they always have in the past. When Harry starts acting strangely, withdrawing from Jason and displaying bouts of mysterious anger, Jason starts to wonder if he’s losing his hold on what he and Harry share.

He turns to his friend Samuel, a college roommate, for a little moral support. Antique dealer Samuel has enough on his plate, buying a new house with his lover, Peter, and keeping up with their inventive love life.

Luckily for Jason, Samuel’s lover, Peter, is also a good friend of Harry’s. When Peter hears about the troubles between Harry and Jason, he forces Harry to confront his demons, and to give Jason the chance to help.

Can Harry and Jason come to terms with secrets that might change their lives forever? With Samuel and Peter’s help, they just might, as they find out what friends are for, and what it means to let someone help share the load.

Sean Michael creates a finely woven web of friendship, where two
couples and two sets of friends become family, and where the intricate
dance of everyday life comes alive in the most beautiful way.

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Andrea Speed Looks At The Little Death

“There was a lot in his story that didnt make sense, but I was still intrigued. Okay, mainly by those rock-hard pecs barely constrained by the taut fabric of his T-shirt and the noticeable bulge in the crotch of his jeans like he was trying to smuggle a salami through customs. But hey, I’m only human.” – The Little Death

  If I’m known at all, it’s for my Infected series for Dreamspinner Press, where an ex-cop turned detective tries to solve crimes and keep his sanity, since he’s also infected with a virus that makes him turn into a lion. While it’s fairly hard boiled, with the protagonist being macho and gifted with a flippant sense of humor, it’s not quite a hard boiled detective tale in the classic sense. This is where my novella The Little Death comes in.

Released last year, it’s my direct homage to Raymond Chandler, the father of all hard boiled detectives. Only the detective in the Little Death, Jake Falconer, is gay. There isn’t a femme fatale, there’s a homme fatale, but everything else is still the same:  he’s a two fisted, hard drinking sad sack, a knight in tarnished armor, trying to do right in the world while constantly stumbling into the wrong. And always embracing a snarky sense of humor.

Heat was just what I expected: noisy, hot, filled with wannabes and never-weres, posers who thought all they needed were designer jeans and too-tight shirts to make up for their fatal lack of personality. I should have asked if it worked, ’cause I could use all the help I could get.

Jake does have a love interest. An ex-boyfriend named Kyle Gomez, who is, of all things, a cop. Not only that, but a squeaky clean do-gooder kind, a Boy Scout, the only honest cop in a precinct full of dirty ones, Jake’s polar opposite. And he’s the guy he can’t forget, even though he knows they’re doomed as a couple. But when has love ever been logical?

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Sign up for Demonology 101 with Kiernan Kelly

Get ready for another classic Kiernan Kelly story. No one combines hot and funny the way Kiernan does. When she sent her submission to me for the Wicked Good anthology, I couldn’t wait to read it, and I knew by the end of page one I’d be keeping it for the anthology. 

Like demons? Like hot demon-y sex? Like Barbeque? You’re in for a treat on all three counts. Kiernan Kelly gets an A+ for “Demonology 101.” 

That sexy bad boy is Kiernan’s own work. Damn, she’s talented!

There’s something inherently sexy in having an attitude, which is why almost everybody loves a bad boy, and why I chose a demon for the hero in my story, “Demonology 101″ for the “Wicked Good” anthology. In my story, though, the badness is in perception – or misperception, as the case may be.

When I started to write about Xyle (pronounced “Zile,” and woe to them who get it wrong – he has a thing about people mispronouncing his name), I wanted a character who is not so much bad, but has badness thrust upon him.

In the story, demons have gotten a bad rap over time, vilified for most of history. Today, while the enlightened majority of humans have accepted them, indeed passed laws protecting them, there is a minority of ill-informed, ignorant people who still fear them, and actively seek to do them harm.

Xyle is a college professor who teaches “Demonology 101,” a course created to dispel myths about demons and educate future generations, with hopes to eliminate the hatred and bias that still exists toward his people. Xyle gets to take his curriculum out of the classroom and put it to the test in the real world when he meets Roger, a demon-hunter who wants only one thing – to kill Xyle.

But the one thing neither Xyle nor Roger count on is an immediate and overwhelming attraction to each other that can’t be denied, no matter how hard each of them tries to ignore it.

Enter the hot demon-on-human sex. What could be better than bad boys, fangs, wings, horns, and lots of m/m smexing? And really good barbeque, but you’ll have to read the story to find out where that fits in.

I can’t wait to read the other stories in this sizzling anthology, and would like to thank EM and Ravenous for allowing me the chance to get my demon on!

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EXCERPT: Demonology 101 by Kiernan Kelly

Demonology 101 by Kiernan Kelly appears in the WICKED GOOD M/M Angels & Demons Anthology, edited by EM Lynley.

Roger is a Hunter, raised from birth to hate all demons. His mission in life is to seek and destroy them, but Xyle, a gorgeous, BBQ-loving demon, threatens Roger’s entire belief system and teaches Roger a lesson about tolerance and love he’ll never forget.

[Available from KindleAll Romance eBooksB&N NookFictionwise & Ravenous Romance]

Roger felt like a magician trying to escape a straight jacket as he struggled to free the Demonkiller from his shoulder holster. The damnable demon had pushed his seat back, effectively pinning Roger between the front and rear seats. There was precious little room left for maneuvering, particularly when he didn’t want to give away his presence to the demon.

His plan had worked perfectly so far. He’d listened from under the blanket as the demon returned to the car (Roger heard the crinkle of paper, and smelled barbeque sauce—probably a bagful of take-out to use as bait to attract more humans) and slid his tall frame into the driver’s seat. All that remained for Roger to do was pull out his gun and shoot the bastard in the back of the head.

A bullet to the brain or heart, providing the caliber was large enough, was one of the few things known to kill a demon. It had always worked that way when he’d hunted with his father, although there were never any bodies to examine since dispatched demons disappeared. Of course, that meant there was no messy cleanup afterwards, which was a good thing in Roger’s book.

Freeing his gun proved to be a problem though. He wiggled carefully, trying to remain silent. Sweat beaded on his brow, running into his eyes, and stinging. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to wriggle his hand close enough to grab the butt of his gun.
Note to self, he thought. Next time, get the gun out first.

He forgot all about trying to get to his gun when a sudden, violent feeling of vertigo struck him with the force of a sledgehammer upside the head. The interior of the car spun in a nauseating way, making his stomach lurch. There was a flash of bright light so intense he had to squeeze his eyes shut against its brilliance, and a noise reminiscent of a tornado thundered in his ears.
Then, just as suddenly, everything went completely still.

Roger’s head was still spinning when the driver’s door opened, and the front seat tilted forward. A large hand reached into the back of the car, grabbed hold of the blanket and pulled it off, then strong fingers twisted in the collar of Roger’s shirt. Dragged out of the car, held dangling in the air like a pup by the scruff of the neck, he found himself looking into the stormy black eyes of the demon.

His legs kicked uselessly in the air as his hands flew to his holster, only to find it empty. Demonkiller was gone. He frantically began feeling for his back-up weapons, but came up empty. No .22 secreted in his ankle holster, no knife in the sheath strapped to his thigh, even the Taser he’d stuck in the waistband of his pants, and the can of mace in his pocket were gone. All he could find was a single, linty stick of Juicy Fruit gum and his wallet.

The demon laughed. “What’s wrong? No weapons, oh, mighty Hunter?”

Roger swallowed hard, fighting a surge of panic, heart pounding, every horror story his grandfather and father had ever told him replaying in his memory. Demons held no pity, especially for Hunters. Demons would kill you slowly because pain marinated human meat, making it especially tender. Demons ate you while you were still alive and kicking, usually one piece at a time. Demons ate your soul along with your body, precluding any hope of peace after death.

“Why is it that Hunters always assume we demons are stupid? I smelled you the minute I got into my car. Did you think I’d miss the scent of your …” The demon paused, leaning in to sniff at Roger’s neck. “High Karate cologne?” He wrinkled his nose. “I didn’t think they still made that crap.”

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The City of Lovely Brothers by Anel Viz


Anel Viz, whom I was lucky enough to meet and spend some time with in New Orleans for GayRomLit, joins me today. He shares a fascinating look not only at one of his favorite books, but at the creative process. Learn how he writes from the middle out, which you should not try at home (trust me)!  But it works for him. This is a complex, layered book, one you can really sink your teeth into. 

The City of Lovely Brothers, my second published novel, came out two and a half years ago in e-book and print format.  It received many superlative 5-stars reviews.  Sales, on the other hand, have been disappointing, perhaps because its almost 600-page length frightens readers away.  Yet it contains some of the most vivid and varied character portraits I’ve written, lots of playful sex scenes, and a momentum propelled by a clash of personalities toward a conclusion all hope to avoid.  Those who have the courage to start the book find it hard to put down.

Now Silver Publishing is getting ready to release it as an audiobook, and I think the time has come to promote it again, to remind the fans of m/m romance who do most of their reading visually that the book is out there waiting to be discovered and enjoyed.  So I’ll say a few words about the book and the experience of writing it and then provide an excerpt.

First, the blurb:

The City of Lovely Brothers is a family saga, the history of Caladelphia Ranch, jointly owned by four brothers, Calvin, Caleb, Calhoun and Caliban Caldwell – how it grew and prospered, and how rivalry between the brothers led to its breaking up and decline.  As the story evolves, it focuses on the love affair between the youngest brother, Caliban, who is lame, and Nick, one of their ranch hands, and how their relationship set the stage for the already open feud to explode and ultimately caused the demise of the ranch.

*****

Believe it or not, the starting point of my novel was not the title.  I had already written about 1/6 of it before everything fell into place.  I set out to write a short story set in the American West before WWI about hard feelings among four brothers, one of whom was gay, and the hard feelings would focus on his sexuality.  An ironic aside about “brotherly love” gave me the idea for the title, and I changed the names of the Caldwell brothers so they’d all begin with “Cal” (Greek for beautiful).  It was easy to come up with Calvin, Calhoun and Caleb, but even the baby name lists didn’t help, so I opted for Caliban from Shakespeare’s Tempest, not a name for the beautiful man in my story (he had to be the youngest – what other reason to name a kid Caliban except having run out of Cal names?), so I made him a cripple.  Also, Caladelphia is obviously a name for a city, so I put a 21st century city on the site of the defunct ranch and wrote a prologue to the story.

Fortunately, I don’t write my books from beginning to end.  I start somewhere in the middle with the situation which was the germ of my inspiration, and I build out from there.  If I didn’t work that way, I would have had to trash everything I’d written so far.  As it was, I could keep what I had with new names and minimal revisions.  By then I knew I had a novel, not a short story, on my hands.  I started in on the backstory, found it was too much story for a backstory, decided the novel would be a biography of Caliban from birth to death (1875-1931).  I was wrong, too many characters took over, the conflict became a feud, and the main character became the ranch and future city.  The prologue became a running commentary on the story, an amateur historian researching the founding of the city where he grew up and interpreting what he discovered in such a way that his historical narrative became a fiction.  I succeeded in making the “documentation” the historian narrator presents so true to life that my editor at first insisted I change the names of my invented characters and location to avoid a lawsuit by their descendants!  It struck me then that the subtext of my novel was historical fiction brings history to life and that it is the language of narration that creates truth.  In the end, historical fact is just a story, and however accurate those facts, how the historian presents them is fiction.

I finished the first draft less than two months after beginning what I thought would be a short story and two weeks at most revising it after my beta sent it back to me.  Finding a publisher took nearly a year. Wonderful but too long, was the general consensus.  Perhaps it is, but what’s done is done.  Read it for yourselves and decide.

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One Good Turn by Amber Green

Amber Green explains how when writing, nothing turns out like we expect it to,  particularly her Turner & Turner series.  And the opening lines of One Good Turn aren’t what anyone might be expecting. Read on:

My first non-paranormal contemporary story started like this:
“Be sensible, Kendall,” my mother said in the patient tone that can drive me to a seething rage in three seconds flat. “In the video you are, to put it crudely, tanked.”
To put it even more crudely, I’d been tanked enough to let a guy I’d been stupid enough to trust – for a few months anyway – ream my ass until I gave in to his exhortations to squeal like a pig.
The video ended, with a curious delicacy, while I was still just bleating: Ah! Ah!
Helpless noises. An aural demonstration of my pathetic, nonpredatory status. But not as bad as the next moments would have been.
“You must agree to counseling.”
I cleared my throat. “Certainly, Mother. Have you already identified someone willing to help with your unseemly interest in the details of your adult son’s sexuality?”
One Good Turn http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=TTONE001 was to have been the first novella in a set of three, which I expected to see released at roughly four-month intervals.  Real life didn’t follow that schedule.  Two years later, the second book, Turncoat was released; the third, Turnabout, should be available in the same places around the end of May or early June. Meanwhile, one of the characters also appeared in The Golden Boys, a fluffy dick-lit beach read that is currently being reworked, and I’m drafting a related short story, a prequel, from Turner Scott’s POV.
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Win a Print Copy of Rarer Than Rubies!

 

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Rarer Than Rubies by E.M. Lynley

Rarer Than Rubies

by E.M. Lynley

Giveaway ends May 05, 2012.

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Jaime Samms Breaks Out of a Rut on Moving Day

Jaime Samms talks about change and how it can be a good thing sometimes, even when it’s terrifying. 

I spent part of the morning this morning looking through old blog posts, thinking it would be so much easier and quicker for this post to just recycle something I wrote about one of my older releases. That’s the point of this whole thing, after all. A half hour later, after the distraction of reading a bunch of posts….it turned out not so much.

What I did notice was that in years past (and I was a little shocked to see that it has been years. When did that happen???) I had a lot more to say. Like, about everything! Not sure why that it, but it was interesting. I don’t talk a lot about much of anything on here anymore, except my releases, and occasionally, a friend’s release, or what I’m reading. It isn’t that I don’t have opinions any more. Maybe just that I don’t have time. I’m maybe too wrapped up in what’s gointg on on this side of the screen to pay a lot of attention to what’s going on on that side. The web has lost its fascinatione for me, maybe.

In short, I’ve fallen into a rut, and it’s shocking how gradually that kind of thing can happen without a person even noticing. Or maybe it more that the net and I have become the kind of old, comfortable friends that fall into a pattern. You know how it is. A friend with whom you talk about the same old things, do that same old activities, and it’s comfortable and reliable, but not terribly exciting.

What if the same was true about a couple of guys who’ve known one another since childhood? What if the rut they were in wasn’t a particularly healthy one but it was comfortable. Predictable. Safe.

What if one of them didn’t want predictable comfort any more? What if one of them was a little bit terrified to leave safe behind? What if neither of them really knew how to say any of this?

I give you Moving Day. It’s not a new release. In fact, it’s a pretty old one, but it’s still one of my favorites, because it encompasses something that used to be a decided part of my life when my own marriage was young: change. I used to be good at change. I’m a little bit terrified of it now. But it is upon me again as I make the definitive move from part-time author to full time writer. It’s a scary transition, but I feel my wheels turning again and the world opening up in front of me as I rise out of my own rut and chart new territory.

Blurb: Mike Paloso has lost count of the number of times he’s helped childhood friend Jay Charles move. Jay’s never had much of a home to call his own, content to follow his boyfriends around, but each break-up means a new pad, until the next guy comes along. This time, it’s different. There’s been no break-up, and no new pad. Instead, there’s one hell of a fixer-upper, and not just the house Jay’s inherited from his latest, late, beau. This time, Mike has to find a way to repair Jay’s broken dreams and mangled heart.

With every reno, there comes some demo, but Mike’s not sure he’s ready to dismantle his life to rebuild Jay’s.

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Rick Reed’s Got a Demon Inside

Gay horror doesn’t get any better (or worse?) than Rick Reed. I’m kind of afraid to read any further.  Seriously, even the cover scares me. How ’bout you? Nothing good can happen in the woods of Wisconsin!

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I wrote A DEMON INSIDE because I wanted to merge gothic horror with contemporary sensibilities and give it a gay twist. The story is one of my darkest, yet is underscored by the universal desire for human connection. My main character, albeit wealthy, has led a very hard life (and he’s only in his twenties). If you read the book, you understand why he just wants to be alone, but you also hate him for it, because he not only jeopardizes his life in the process, but also his chances for love and happiness. I hope, also, by the end, you come to love him.

SYNOPSIS

Hunter Beaumont doesn’t understand his grandmother’s deathbed wish: “Destroy Beaumont House.” He’d never even heard of the place. But after his grandmother passes and his first love betrays him, the family house in the Wisconsin woods looks like a tempting refuge. Going against his grandmother’s wishes, Hunter flees to Beaumont House.

But will the house be the sanctuary he had hoped for? Soon after moving in, Hunter realizes he may not be alone. And with whom—or what—he shares the house may plunge him into a nightmare from which he may never escape. Sparks fly when he meets his handsome neighbor, a caretaker for the estate next door, but is the man salvation… or is he the source of Hunter’s terror?

 

A DEMON INSIDE was a finalist for an EPIC e-book award, in the erotic horror category.

 

AUTHOR BIO

Rick R. Reed is the author of dozens of published novels, novellas, and short stories. He is a two-time EPIC eBook Award winner (for Orientation and The Blue Moon Cafe). His work has caught the attention of Unzipped magazine, “The Stephen King of gay horror,”; Lambda Literary Review, “A writer that doesn’t disappoint,”; and Dark Scribe magazine, “an established brand—perhaps the most reliable contemporary author for thrillers that cross over between the gay fiction market and speculative fiction.” Lately, while much of his fiction retains a dark edge, he has turned more toward exploring love relationships between gay men.

 

CONTACT RICK

 

For more about Rick and his books, visit www.rickrreed.com or like him on Facebook at www.facebook.com/rickrreedbooks. And if you want to download some of Rick’s work on your Kindle, just search for Rick R. Reed on Amazon.

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