Spooktacular Blog Hop

badge 2Hallowe’en has arrived and it’s time for the Spooktacular Blog Hop – loads of great authors are taking part so have fun trick or treating on every post. Click here for all the info on the hop.

My contribution to the hop is a new free story featuring characters from the Tales from The Edge series – it’s called On the Edge of Your Seat and you’ll need to click on the link to hop over to the story. All comments left on the story page between now and November 5th will be entered into a draw to win e-copies of my two ghost stories, The Portrait and Black Dog.


24 Hour Marathon Hallowe’en GLBT Chat

hallow3I’ll be taking part in the chat on Hallowe’en in the 3pm CDT slot (Chicago time), which is 8pm in the UK. This is a huge event organised by Rainbow Gold Reviews with over 100 authors taking part. Click here to sign up for the event on Facebook. This is your chance to ask me anything!

Would You Like a Little Scifi with your M/M?


Today, I’ve let M A Church loose on the blog! I can’t wait to read her new book which sounds like a whole heap of sexy fun 🙂

Is there anything better than m/m and scifi? In my opinion, no! Give me some hawt guy-on-guy sex with a scifi twist, and I’ll buy that all day long, lol. Luckily for me, there’s plenty of books out there that cater to such.
But what drew me to writing it? Good Lord, there’s no easy answer to that one. I’ve read science fiction as far back as I can remember. I grew up on Star Trek. Spock was my favorite. OMG those pointy ears. *shivers* Then the SyFy channel arrived, and I was in heaven.
But it’s the idea of taking a character and making it into something that attracts me. An alien can have any color skin, eyes, hair, extra body parts… just whatever my imagination can come up with, no matter how wild. I love doing that lol. I mean seriously, creating something from scratch is a thrill I can’t explain. The downside—if you want to call it that—is you have to explain how your new and wonderfully odd alien works, even if there is standard mythology that can be applied. Do they travel though space? Better get ready to explain that. What are their weapons like? What’s their social structure? If you’re going to create a race, then there’s this little thing called worldbuilding that goes hand and hand with it. And, while fun, it can also turn into quite the project.
In my scifi books, I’ve created aliens who have tentacles. *snicker* That was fun, mainly because I wanted them to be a little scary, but sexy too. So how to make tentacles sexy? Well, trust me, it can be done! I’ve created aliens who had snake-like qualities too, and even had beings who could breathe underwater who were not mermen. (That’s on the list, though lol.) Then there’s my all-time favorite: feline aliens. I love cats, so my aliens and my shifters tend to have feline characteristics.
The alien in Be My Alien and Be My Human is Fabrintazo, but we call him Taz. He possesses a wiry, muscular build. His long, luxurious hair is a mixture of reds, oranges, and browns, like a calico cat. His eyes are human and a lovely green. And just like a feline, he’s very acrobatic, and loves heights. Think of an adolescent kitten and there you go. Overall, he looks human. But it’s when he’s aroused you see the alien part… the stripes and the tail.
Yes, I said tail lol.
He knows how to use it too! Taz is the brainchild of Julie, my co-author. He’s a cute, sweet guy that has a shining innocence you just have to love. While book 2 focuses more on Reed’s struggles—he’s our human lol—you get to see that while Taz may be sweet, there’s a backbone of pure steel there too. Taz will do what he has to in order to protect his lover.

Reed and Taz are still adjusting to their new lives together when a medical emergency sends them flying down to Florida on short notice. Not quite the way Reed pictured introducing Taz to his family. Reed’s sister, Rene, welcomes the outgoing Taz with open arms, and the kittenish alien charms Reed’s parents.
But someone isn’t quite so enamored of Reed’s boyfriend—his homophobic older brother Jacob seems determined to be as unpleasant as possible, and he’s making their visit very uncomfortable. The sudden appearance of Reed’s controlling ex releases a flood of insecurity and bad memories.
Reed begins to doubt himself, and his ability to love and be loved in return. When strange items begin appearing as if out of nowhere, he wonders if he’s being stalked, or is he just paranoid? What can Taz do to prove to Reed that he’s more than enough man for this alien?

They’d been living together for a month now, ever since the fateful day Taz had literally fallen on Reed at the Empire State Building. One of the first things Reed had done after the adorable alien had moved in with him was buy Taz a cell phone, then teach him how to use it. Even though Taz was from another planet, one that was much more advanced than Earth, he was unfamiliar with Earth’s comparatively primitive technology. Reed swore after Taz had been kidnapped by the creature he’d dubbed the Evil Alien, he’d always have a way to call for help, thus the phone. That first week after they’d been reunited, Taz had talked Reed into letting him stay home alone while Reed worked at the boutique. Bad idea. Very bad idea. Taz had called Reed around lunchtime, nearly in tears.
When Reed arrived home, he’d been greeted with a nightmare of a mess. Even before he got to his apartment, he could hear the TV blasting in the living room. Which was bad enough, but Taz had somehow figured out how to turn the surround sound on. When Reed opened the door, the noise nearly blew him out of his shoes. It was like sitting in the front row at a movie theater. That, it turned out, was the easiest problem to rectify. Reed had shut the TV off, then looked around the apartment, stunned and slightly horrified.
He’d forgotten about Taz’s natural curiosity. What a mistake that was, and the proof of his error in judgment was spread out all over the kitchen. Flour had been strewn across the floor, a few eggs lay broken on the counter, every covered container in the refrigerator had been taken out and opened… then tasted. Taz had found the blender, dumped some sort of liquid in and turned it on, without putting the top on the machine. There was unrecognizable goo all over the counters, the cabinets, the floors. Plus, Taz had found the sugar. From the looks of it, he’d eaten half the bag.
And that was just the kitchen.
The bathroom had been thoroughly explored as well, as evidenced by the streams of shredded toilet paper spread throughout the place, toothpaste smeared all over the counters in minty globules, and so on.
What was that old saying about curiosity killing the cat?

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Meet the Authors:
Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she’d never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another’s arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and her cat Ramesses, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint, and loves to cook. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn’t mind. Marching to the beat of one’s own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, Wayward Ink Publishing Amber Quill Press, MuseitUp Publishing, Torquere Press, and eXtasy Books. She has also begun to self-publish and is an editor at Wayward Ink and MuseitUp.

You can find her on her blog at http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com, and you can contact her at tothemax.wolf@gmail.com.

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M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!
When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.
She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013.
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A Weekend Unbound

Today, S. Dora is my guest blogger with a post about choice and a snippet from her latest book.

COMPETITION TIME: S. Dora and A. Moore are also running a competition for the chance to win a $50 gift card of your choice. If you are interested please comment below with your reaction to this blog along with your email! If you feel more comfortable not commenting here, please email S. directly at authordora@hotmail.com. The winner will be generated by random.org at the end of the tour.


A Matter of Choice – S. Dora
What is, in my modest opinion, one of the main things in life that makes all the difference? To me it’s the freedom the make your own choices. Of course, reality bounds us to many explicit and implicit rules, but even then there’s the choice to go with the stream or go against it and pay for the consequences.
Deciding who you want to have sex with and what you do and don’t do with that person is definitely something anyone would prefer to have a saying in. Gay men and women really don’t feel the need to sleep with someone of the other sex no matter how often we are told that we should try it at least a couple of times to make sure. Bisexuals prefer to decide for themselves if they want to be monogamous with a partner of one of either sex, or taste many flavours. Heterosexuals are not all about the straight and narrow.
Derek and Tyler are a committed, loving couple who choose to integrate D/s and other forms of BDSM into their relationship. Their limits may not be everyone’s, but they are aware of the risks and prepare accordingly. Sometimes submissive Tyler accepts acts from his Sir during play that he would never accept from his lover otherwise, including pain. It’s his choice, and that makes all the difference.

A small taste?
Tyler bent forward and kissed Derek. “I felt like I could fall,” he said, searching for the right words. “While I was in the sling. I thought that I could let go completely, and you would catch me.” He looked up at Derek then at the wall, feeling vulnerable. “I was scared.”
Derek curled up into his side, careful not to press too hard and that gesture gave Tyler the courage to keep talking. “I’m scared what that means, to give myself up to you. Does that make me less of a man to want that so much? What if I never come out of it? I trust you completely, but I don’t know if I trust myself.” He exhaled shuddering. “I’ve never been there before, that place. What if I like it too much?” He stopped, almost embarrassed by the words. It was such a strange thing to say, and he knew that Derek didn’t really understand why he needed this. He didn’t know how to explain this utter certainty that there was a step beyond what they’d reached and that it was a crucial and scary step. He snorted and tucked his face into Derek’s hair. “I’m not explaining this very well.”

Blurb for A Weekend Unbound:
How much can a Dom ask of his submissive? And how much of himself?
For Derek and Tyler, Dominance and submission have been part of their love right from the first hello. But now Derek wants his submissive to go as deep as he is physically and emotionally able to. During two days and two nights, there are no safety words and very few limits. This is their chance to demonstrate their love for one another through the most extreme scenes they’ve ever played.
There is, however, one rule to trump all others for Tyler—to protect Sir’s most loved possession, even if it means disobedience or going against his own need to submit to his Master without question or complaint.
This weekend will open up levels of their relationship they’ve never dreamed of before.

Reader Advisory: This book contains intense BDSM scenes, strong pain-play, mild humiliation, fisting, pet-play and mild sensual torment. Please be aware of the twenty-four-seven Total Power Exchange dynamic between those two men.

Like the sound of A Weekend Unbound? Buy it here.

About S. Dora:
S. Dora is the me writing m/m erotica, though I can imagine a m/f or f/f story might suddenly decide they want to get written too, somewhere in the future. The real me is also writing: novels and stories that don’t revolve around the down and dirty. And the non-writing me? Is it interesting to know I’m a woman, born in 1961? That my wife and I celebrate our 33th anniversary in October 2015? That we have two sons and five cats and live near Rotterdam? That I had a novel published in Dutch? And one in English? That Dora is because of the little mechanical typewriter I bought with money earned with my very first summer job? That I studied social history and done all kinds of jobs? I guess it actually is, if only because every story ever told is important to at least one reader.

About A. Moore:
I have been reading gay erotica for over 15 years now and I’ve been writing it for a little under ten years. I’ve always had an interest in Dominance and submission, and my writing reflects how my thinking about the scene has evolved. I live in the southern United States, an area not incredibly open to alternative lifestyles, and the internet has been my salvation. I spent about six months working on a website, designing tease and denial games, and it is still one of my biggest kinks.


Project X

Today I have a great post from Nephylim, along with an excerpt from her new book. Make sure you check out the giveaway at the bottom of the post. Enjoy!

project x 125x125Justice, what does it really mean?
The two main characters in my new book Project X are law students, and the first half of the book is set in a university where they are studying law. I therefore though it might be fun to use the blog tour to look at some ‘legal stuff’. From mooting, to how laws are made, to how my legal career has influenced my writing, you’ll find it all among the posts on my book tour.
What can be more important to the study of law than getting to grips with the concepts of truth and justice, which are surely at the heart of our legal system?
Everyone thinks they know what these two words mean, but do they? And do the meanings remain the same from person to person, country to country, law to law? From a legal perspective, at least, neither are absolutes.
In this post I will be looking and Justice. Take a look through the other blogs to find the one on Truth. Which is pretty interesting – at least to me. Everyone knows what truth is right? It’s not telling lies. It’s telling things as they are. But from whose perspective? Are even absolute Truths really that absolute after all?
If there is no fixed definition of truth, what about justice? Surely everyone knows what justice is. The Oxford dictionary defines it as – the quality of being fair and reasonable. I won’t even go into a discussion about the words ‘fair’ and ‘reasonable’. I’m sure you’ve got a fair idea of how fixed and consistent they aren’t. Neither will I go into too much detail as to what justice actually is, because I’ve done all the philosophising above and I actually believe the reader has enough intelligence to be able to see that everything said about truth could easily be applied to justice. Instead I will take a look at how justice is applied. Surely that must be consistent, right? We may now know precisely what justice is, but we know how to apply it fairly.
According to the UK Legal System there are three main methods of applying justice:-
Compensatory – satisfying a physical need
For example, in the laws of Hywel Dda of Wales, in the 10th century, if someone killed a cat, it was a serious affair. In a rural farming community cats were relied on to keep down the rat population. Rats ate grain and could mean the difference between a family, or even a village, eating through the winter, or starving. In order to satisfy justice the cat was hung up by its tail with its paws touching the ground. The person who killed the cat had to pour grain over it until it was covered to the tip of the tail. Laying aside whether you would want to eat grain that had been poured over a dead cat, it at least meant you wouldn’t starve if rats got into your grain.
A similar concept is applied in modern laws, for example with compensation for personal injury, negligence etc. Also fines, community service etc.
Punitive (punishment) – satisfying an emotional need
The victim of crime gains absolutely nothing quantifiable from the punishment of the person who injured the (physically or metaphorically). There is some weight to the argument that the punishment it to ‘teach the perpetrator a lesson’, so they will be discouraged from committing similar crimes again. But what about capital punishment. That teaches the perpetrator nothing, or if it does it’s irrelevant because he isn’t going to be able to commit any crimes when he’s dead.
However, the main aim of punitive justice is to satisfy the emotional, and unquantifiable need for justice, which in this case, effectively amounts to revenge. The victim, and society as a whole gain nothing from it other than a sense that justice has been done, and the satisfaction of knowing ‘he got what he deserved’.
The whole concept of punitive justice rests on the natural human desire for revenge. Didn’t Jesus say ‘turn the other cheek’? Wasn’t he really saying ‘control your desire for revenge’? Doesn’t society get jumpy when the word vendetta is used? Yet, not so very long ago vengeance ranked right up there with honour as a reasonable right. Vendetta takes on a different and more acceptable word in some cultures, where it is still seen by some (although not the law, I have to say) as a perfectly reasonable way to gain justice. Isn’t Batman on a vendetta?
It might be worth noting that the word vendetta comes from the Italian vindicta which stems from the Latin vindicare, which is also the stem for vindication.
Arbitrary – satisfying a social need
In this case, I use arbitrary not in the usual sense of ‘on a whim or personal choice’ but in the context of arbitration. This is used in cases where there is unlikely to be any clear winner or loser, and theoretically no one is at fault. It is used to satisfy two competing needs.
Examples of arbitrary law include the laws relating to children, employment law, equity and trusts etc.
In children proceedings, it is quite common for both parents, or occasionally third parties, to have equal rights with regard to children, and the court is not being asked to decide whether the rights exist, but to choose which ones should take precedence, to best satisfy the needs of the child – which of course are defined by society.
In Victorian times it was quite acceptable, and indeed desirable, to physically chastise children. Right up until fairly recent times, nothing was seen as wrong in older siblings, even quite young ones, taking care of the little ones, to relieve the burden of the parent. It is still seen as perfectly reasonable to send children to their room, or ground them. However, all these things are now considered to be within the definition of emotional abuse and/or neglect. I have personally been involved in cases where a child is placed on the child protection register because parents shout at each other in the presence of the child/ren.
Law degrees, in general, are not concerned with the practicalities of working with the law on a day to day basis, but on the theories and concepts behind it. Our boys will be struggling with these concepts (or maybe not, especially in Morgan’s case), as well as even more abstract theories of at what point does something you are doing become deliberate?
If you’ve been interested in this post, you might find even more to get your teeth into in other blogs which continue to explore UK law, how it’s made and how it’s applied.

Project X by Nephylim
Wayward Ink Publishing

Project X

Morgan Bentley is a bastard. Always was and always will be.

At least that’s what Matthew Hopkins thinks. Unfortunately, Morgan is also a brilliant law student, and easily eclipses Matthew, academically and socially.

Matthew insists he hates Morgan. According to Matthew’s best friend, Cory, perhaps he doth protest a bit too much.

Cory has received the chance of a lifetime in the form of an internship with ITM—Information Technology and Medicine—the prestigious research company where Morgan’s father is the CEO. Too inquisitive for his own good, the naturally curious Cory stumbles on a deadly secret inside of ITM. What he has learned will tip the balance of everything, but for good or bad?

Just what is the mysterious Project X?

What is Morgan’s involvement?

Matthew has to sort fact from fiction, friend from foe, as his world is turned upside down and inside out, and nothing can be the way it was.


On Monday morning, I was incredibly nervous. The moot was set for two o’clock, and from what I’d heard round and about, half the university’s student body was going to be there. I couldn’t eat breakfast, and I must have organised and rearranged my notes a dozen times. I waited and waited for Morgan to call me, to arrange somewhere to meet to go over things, but when I’d heard nothing by eleven, I caved and called him.
The first time, he didn’t answer, so I kept ringing, and at the fourth attempt he picked up.
“Hello?” He sounded as if he’d just woken up.
“Where the hell are you?”
“What?” His voice was slurred and unfocused, and it infuriated me.
“Where are you? You were supposed to be going over the presentation with me, before this afternoon.”
“This afternoon?”
“The Moot? You do remember the Moot, don’t you Morgan? Us against the staff? Witnessed by half the world? ”
There was silence for a while, then Morgan all but whispered. “I don’t think… I don’t think I can come.” He sounded spaced out and I wondered if he’d just been deeply asleep, or maybe he’d continued the party from Saturday.
“Are you pissed?”
“Fuck off, Matthew. I’m not anything, just tired.” His voice rallied for that.
“Join the fucking club. I didn’t sleep a wink last night, especially as we were supposed to be meeting up to go over this… and you just didn’t bother.”
“Yeah, you sound it.” He didn’t. He just sounded… tired. I sighed and tried, unsuccessfully, to keep my intense annoyance out of my voice. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but it was your arrogance that got us into this in the first place, and I’m not going to make a fool of myself in front of the whole school by trying to do this on my own. So you’d better get your arse down here, right now, or I’m coming up there to get you.”
“Sorry, Matthew.” The phone went dead.
“What the fuck?” I rang him again, and again, and again, but he didn’t answer. My previous nerves were blasted out of the way by red hot anger. I just couldn’t believe Morgan was doing this to me.
On the spur of the moment, I got into my car and drove out to Morgan’s. I rang him from the front doorstep. This time he answered.
“Matthew, I—”
“I’m outside.” I snapped.
“Outside where?”
“Outside your front door. Open it.”
“I…” It was just a breath, but it conveyed a world of indecision and confusion… which only made me angrier.
“Morgan, get your arse down here and do it now.”
There was silence for such a long time, I thought he’d put down the phone. “All right,” he said finally. “Wait there.”

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About the author
Nephylim was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.
Nephylim has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.
Later in life, Nephylim became the storyteller for a re-enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.
It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.
In present times, Nephylim lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son and her two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. The part of her that needs to earn money is a lawyer, but the deepest, and most important part of her is a storyteller and artist, and always will be.

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