NLA-I Awards and Power Exchange

Power Exchange has won an honorable mention in the novel writing category of the National Leather Association-International’s annual writing awards. There were 27 novels submitted, and Power Exchange was one of 6 finalists chosen. The winners were announced this weekend, and while a winner was crowned for this category, the judges couldn’t agree on a second place, so the remaining 5 finalists all received an honorable mention, including Power Exchange.

*fist pump* WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOooooooooOOOOooOOOOO!

Ahem. Anyway, thanks to James Buchanan not only for posting the winners, but also for bringing this organization to my attention in the first place.

Admin Schtuff

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So, the move is done. Well, I lay my head at a new place at night. The putting away/settling in has weeks yet. The bathroom only got grouted today. I’ve been forced to take baths. I hate baths. They feel like I’m steeping in my own dirt water, or being reduced to stock for soup. Human soup. *gag* (I may have watched Silence of the Lambs too many times in my formative years.)

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Consolidation

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So between Fen and I, we’ve discussed it various places, comment sections, his blog, my blog, facebook, twitter… At the end of the month, we’re moving in together. There was a problem with the apartment we were slated to take over, and in order for the current resident to not jerk us around anymore than she already did, we agreed to another apartment.

A slightly-more-than 400 square feet apartment.

Oh. My. God, how are we going to get our shit to fit in that small a space?

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Safeword

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Coming Summer 2013

Safeword (PE Tag) AJ RoseEverywhere Detective Gavin DeGrassi looks he’s reminded of his attack by the Breath Play Killer. It’s in the house he lives in with his partner and Dom, Ben Haverson. It’s in the sympathetic yet pitying looks he receives from his fellow detectives when he returns to the force after a year-long hiatus. It’s in the suffocating coddling of his entire family, and the relentless reporter demanding an exclusive of his ordeal.

Most of all, it’s in his lack of submission to Ben, who isn’t convinced Gavin’s recovered enough to trust the power exchange between them.

The miraculous recovery of two teen boys from a twisted kidnapper gives him heart, and Gavin’s determined to prove he can handle anything despite increasing strain between him and Ben, painful nightmares, and panic when anyone touches him.

But his next case is too close for comfort: a friend and colleague found raped and murdered in a fate chillingly similar to what could have been his own, and this killer isn’t stopping with one cop. As the body count rises and taunting souvenirs are being hand-delivered to Gavin, he faces a frustrating lack of leads, a crushing need to prove himself, and a sinking suspicion the imprisoned kidnapper’s reach is further than originally thought. A miasma of uncertainty and fear threaten to suffocate him when he asks a question with which he’s overwhelmingly familiar: what happens when a victim is pushed too far?

It’s a Winter Doldrums Sale!

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Winter is wearing on me. The biting winds, days of snow, no sun in sight, and gray gray gray have made me want to hunker down with my wool socks, a blanket, and a good book. I love a good deal, so I thought I’d offer one to those who might be looking for something to read while we wait for Spring to breathe life back into the world.

From now until Tuesday night, Power Exchange is available for only $2.99!

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Hurry! Tuesday night comes quick!

Power-Exchange-300-x-450Blurb: From the moment Detective Gavin DeGrassi steps into the world of BDSM to solve the brutal slaying of Dom George Kaiser, his course is not his own. Mesmerized by the context in which the victim lived and the images seared into his soul, Gavin has to find a way to navigate these unknown waters. With his personal life in upheaval due to a marital split, and his professional life uncertain with the assignment of a new partner, Gavin needs all the help he can get understanding the case.

Enter Ben Haverson, a psychologist and a well known Dom. With Ben’s help as a consultant on the case and attention to Gavin himself, Gavin delves deeper than he ever thought he would into the world of restraints and paddles. Forced to take a closer look at himself, his true nature, and his innermost desires, Gavin has a choice: keep the fear of submitting at bay, or dive in and solve the case with the knowledge he gains?

When another victim is discovered, Gavin’s choice is made for him, and he’s pulled headlong into the deepest, most emotional journey of his life. Unfortunately for him and Ben, a killer has noticed, has taken stock, and has set his sights on the D/s pair. Can Gavin outwit him, or will his first exchange of power be his last?

Reviews:
Jessewave ReviewsThe story is relayed in an attractive easy going manner. The first person narration obviously helped create the real sense of familiarity and empathy that the author achieves here.

Joyfully Jay: Rose’s writing is perfectly polished. There are some books that have a rhythm that never falters and this was one of them. I could see this being made into a movie screenplay without having to change a word of dialogue.

Smoocher’s Voice: I was impressed with this novel. BDSM books are a guilty pleasure. I love to read them even when they are somewhat awful. This was a meaty story that was much more than an excuse to write kinky sex. These characters have thoughts and feelings, fears and aspirations. They also have a great capacity to love.

Bea’s Hive: The strong point of this book is the writing.  A.J. Rose is an amazing writer, bringing a complex story to life in vivid descriptions.  He balanced an intense crime story with a romantic love story in a BDSM setting.  So often we find a BDSM story in a light fashion, it was refreshing to find something that delved into the psychology of a D/s relationship.

GayRomLit’s Cherry Picking Ways

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One of the first things I learned about as a new m/m author when I was first published was GayRomLit, the conference where readers and authors alike converge on one city and wreak our special brand of havoc. For weeks surrounding registration, the internet buzzes in the circles dedicated to our genre, and then the buzz grows as the actual con comes closer. For weeks afterward, there are blog posts, facebook picture uploads, and in general, people crowing about how awesome a time they had. Hell, even romance can bloom at these things. Klarvin anyone?

So tell me then, GRL organizers: why have you turned this year’s con into a divisive, exclusionary popularity contest, trampling on readers and authors alike?

You see, the organizers sent out a poll to readers asking them who their ‘must have’ authors are so those authors can be offered primo, pre-registration attention to ensure their participation. Thing is, they only asked those who’ve attended before to fill out their survey.

Whut?

Is there going to be a Prom King and Queen? Or Queen and Queen, and King and King? And I suspect the rest of us will be expected to fawn, right? Shall I practice my bowing down in worship position? Hey, I think that table of foreign exchange students over there across the cafeteria said they didn’t get a survey to fill out.

That’s right. They didn’t open the poll to all the readers of this genre. They have a website. Why not put the poll up there and let a more widespread group of people vote? That’s one problem with this approach. I know of one reader at least, and a reviewer to boot, someone who has done their best to help spread the word about new m/m works, who DID attend last year’s con, who got no heads’ up to this survey, didn’t know anything about it, and only caught wind of this process by vigilantly watching for registration this year.

That’s suspicious. An attendee last year wasn’t asked to vote when the GRL officials have specifically told one author asking about this detail, Patricia Logan, on Facebook, that the “survey was given to attendees from last year’s retreat.”  Where was TheNovelApproach’s survey? Did it get lost in the mail?

Second, the GayRomLit newsletter says the cost of the event should never be prohibitive to the reader (and about this I agree) and so they had to cap the number of authors involved, and the number of author spotlights offered.

Okay, I get that, too, believe it or not. They know the reader turnout to expect, and if it garners only so much to support a certain number of authors, fine. That’s the cost of throwing this con. More readers means more spaces for authors, and that’s incentive for us all to work to bring new readers into the fold. But here’s the thing. By keeping the survey limited to past participants (and I question this), they’re limiting the incentive for new readers to say, “Ooh, this author could be there this year? Sign me up!” Would that not generate more registration money raised to, perhaps, allow more space for more authors?

And to give preferential treatment to select authors based on a survey of readers when not all the readers who attended the con last year were given the survey? I call bullshit.

LOUD BULLSHIT!

GRL, what you’re doing is segregating the genre from within our own ranks, when we already face being the red-headed stepchild of the romance genre, when romance itself is often touted as being the red-headed stepchild of the publishing world. Instead of giving the opportunity to connect with readers to anyone, including new authors, those just getting their names out there with one or two books to their names, or indie authors, you’re making it that much harder for anyone but the darlings of the genre to make GRL an opportunity for themselves and readers to get to know them. And as a reader, I’m pissy about being told who I should and shouldn’t want to meet.

It’s the equivalent of the cheerleaders holding tryouts and saying ‘anyone can go out for the team’ but knowing the judging will only even consider the few who already have an ‘in’. It’s high school all over again, and frankly, it makes me want to crash your prom. I won’t, because I’m an adult, and not in high school anymore. But dammit, I thought I left this kind of prohibitive, cliquish behavior behind over a decade ago.

GRL’s mission statement, taken from their own website, states: “GayRomLit is an annual reader-focused retreat dedicated to the celebration and advancement of LGBT romance.”

That should read “… and advancement of LGBT romance for specific authors.”

Another statement: “GRL’s mission is to connect readers to the authors they love and the ones they have yet to fall for…”

You’re certainly not acting like the ones readers have yet to fall for have any place in this, the biggest con of our genre all year.

Yet one more: “Our motto is that GayRomLIt is where romance comes out and the tribe comes together.”

Orly? ORLY? How is it ‘the tribe comes together’ when you’re making it extremely difficult for some of the tribe to be included?

Don’t we have to work hard enough to be considered a legitimate voice in the romance world? Don’t we have enough facing us with the bigotry of outsiders who think same-sex relationships are dangerous, wrong, and otherwise will undermine their utopia?

This isn’t sour grapes because I’m sure I’m not on the list of ‘must have’ authors. I probably wasn’t going to be able to attend GRL this year anyway. But when this change in policy means in future years, the decision may not be mine to make because I haven’t won some place on a list when the list is suspect to begin with, I’ll be fucked if I’m going to stand by and say nothing.

What Gives?

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Turns out, my run slinging drinks was destined to be short. I had more fun than I did at any other job I’ve held, but I guess I’m too fidgety to stick with anything for long. The long nights, warding off the drunken and clumsy come-ons without pissing off tipping customers, getting drinks spilled on me, or getting worse spilled on me, breaking up fights… It takes a certain passion, one I couldn’t manage long term. Not only that, but the pay wasn’t sustainable. Yes, you can make a lot of money as a bartender, especially at a popular club, but with eight other bartenders to split tips with every single night, it cut into the amount. I wasn’t always guaranteed a full 40 hour work week, though the holidays and some serious overtime made up for the first several months’ deficit somewhat. The lack of a consistent 40 hour work week, however, meant I shouldered my own health insurance. No way would I go without, not with the bouncer duties on top of my general klutziness.

In the last year, I’ve watched my bank balance dwindle at an alarming rate. No, I don’t have to worry (much) about money if something catastrophic happens, but I care more about my inheritance than to watch it disappear while I use it to pick up the slack for a job I wasn’t that thrilled about as time wore on. The nights stretch before you when you’re up until 3 or 4 am that often. I’d stay up late and write for a couple hours (except when I was too wired to write, which happened with greater frequency) until I crashed around dawn, then slept for most of the day, if my body would let me. Sometimes, I wouldn’t sleep at all. I’m too old for that shit. But I never felt rested, which meant when I did have a block of time to write, it was disjointed, sometimes gibberish, and often uninspired. The whole reason I had the bar job was to free my days up to write.

So during the holidays, I hit the job search sites, pounded the pavement, and put on a damned tie for job interviews until I found something. I put in notice at the bar just after New Years, and my last day was last weekend. This week, I started my new job. Office manager for a wholesale book supplier. (BOOKS!) I can wear jeans since it’s a warehouse. I’m on the supply side, not the buying side, like Fen used to be. Too bad I won’t have contact with publishers in order to pick their brains.

Regardless, my life has made yet another major shift. I’m back to working during the day. I get a set lunch break and they encourage my writing (on my own laptop, thank you very much. I’m not stupid enough to write on company machines). And no one expects me to flirt with the customers. Not that I see them, since it’s all by phone, internet order, and mail. The commute may kill me, but I’ll either get used to the hour and a half each day wasted, or find a way not to waste it. I’ve been brainstorming on the drive, and so far, it’s not too shabby and I get to work in the morning all excited to write some new plot twist down. If the brainstorming thing ever fails me, there are always audio books.

So 2013 is beginning with a bang, new job, new apartment (soon) and a (somewhat) new roommate. Let’s hope it also means new inspiration.

So Yeah, That Happened

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Tomorrow’s the day the winners of the M/M GoodReads 2012 Reader’s Choice Awards are announced. I will be scarce during the big reveals. Just don’t have the stomach to sit and wait for the categories I’m nominated in to come around. How the Hollywood starlets sit through the Oscars, I don’t know, but more power to them.

Some of you also read Theo’s blog, so you’ll already know this, but in a couple months, I’m moving again. New apartment. It’s got lots of space. Big kitchen. Good lighting from south facing windows. Oh, and Theo.

Yes, we’re moving in together.

Kind of the next step, so to speak. What’s bad about it is only one dog. Fen has a dog. I have a dog. This is… sucky. We agreed because of Suki’s small size, she’s the logical choice to take to the new place, because many buildings have rules about bigger dogs. Princess is comfortable here, so after much gnashing of teeth, I asked my neighbor Misty to take him. She was thrilled. He was probably thrilled, too, ungrateful mutt. But hey, it’s not his fault. I think he’s straight because every time she comes over and plays with him, he buries his face in her cleavage. Since I have no cleavage to speak of, he only tolerated me. He loves Misty. So in a month, I’ll be saying goodbye to my dog (but getting another one who is perfectly content having gay owners and doesn’t stick her face in anyone’s cleavage…that I know of). Better home, and all that jazz. *sniffs*

In other news, my head is buried in WIPs. Queers is coming along, around 44K words at last check. The Power Exchange sequel is also galloping away. I started it only a few weeks ago and am already at 22K words, with the whole plot lying before me, just waiting to be detailed. I’m having a lot of fun with them both, but if they weren’t very different stories, I don’t think I could write two books at a time again. Moonshine would end up flirting with Gavin and challenge Ben over ownership, then get carted off by Master Lacey from Collared, and Brad would have to go save her. Not happening.

Tentative, hopeful release date for the PE sequel is sometime this summer. I’m going to sit on Queers for a bit after that, give them both their proper spotlight so they don’t overshadow each other. In the meantime, if I always have one book in the wings waiting for release, I think I can keep to an every six months release schedule. Be a little more consistent. I’m told readers like that.

I have gotten a couple stellar reviews for Power Exchange lately. One from Joyfully Jay reviewer Amy, and the other is from Mr. P at Mrs. Condit Reviews. I owe them both for singlehandedly (doublehandedly?) keeping PE in the spotlight. In more sequel news, I’m getting a sheaf of pictures from the man who took the photo I used for Power Exchange. I’ll be sunk back in bondage imagery this weekend. Aw yeah…. I love my job.

Free Book in time for the weekend: Bringer of Light

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Today and tomorrow at Amazon, get Bringer of Light from my friend, China Blue, free.

Leigh has a secret: she can get inside your mind and give you the best sex you’ve ever had. But her special ability lets her do far more than she ever dreamed possible.

She hooks up with hot, sexy actor, Zeke, and his friends, Michael and Kat, and they bravely explore that power and realize just how far it can take them.

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