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Friday, August 31, 2012

Coming this September from MLR Press...



Author Geoffrey Knight

Kris Jacen
Executive Editor and Formatting Director ManLoveRomance Press


http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=GKSTWOMN 









 WHY STRAIGHT WOMEN LOVE GAY ROMANCE.

It’s one of the world’s biggest secrets, and it’s about to come out…
Why do straight women love gay romance?

What is it that attracts straight women to the idea of two men falling in love?

 Is it the muscles? The mystery of the male mind?

 The idea of true love overcoming all odds?

 How has it changed who these women are and how they see the world?

 And how powerful is this once-silent army of readers in the fight for equality?

32 women across 9 countries and 4 continents
From the world’s bestselling romance authors, including Suzanne Brockmann, Carol Lynne and Laura Baumbach

To the biggest female fans of Gay Male Romance,
are about to reveal Why Straight Women Love Gay Romance.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Maltese & Ekkel by William Maltese




Literary Nymphs Interview

Title: MALTESE AND EKKEL
Author: WILLIAM MALTESE
Publisher: MLR Press
Genre: M/M Short-story Collection
Release Date: May/June 2012








What inspired the story?
 The artwork of Dutch artist, Johan Ekkel, whose artwork is included (in both the over-size print copy and in all the ebook formats) by way of complement to each of the Maltese short stories it inspired.


INTRODUCTION


I’m someone who has always recommended that an author never throw away anything he or she has written, no matter how many rejections it receives. If and when discouraged, merely file the manuscript away and await another day, with hopefully a more receptive editor or publisher on the horizon. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been contacted to write something, having remembered an earlier piece I’d filed away that did, with a little tweaking, definitely fit the bill and end up selling exceedingly well, indeed.

In fact, I was in the process of one more trip to deep-dive into my storage trunks in search of just such a manuscript, suddenly deemed suited for resurrection, when, within the deep-dark recesses, I came across the negatives and the black-and-white prints of some trial-run photographs taken of me, nude, as leads-in for a proposed color shoot that a publisher of my early erotica had once suggested would provide great promotional material for me and for my burgeoning career. At the time they were taken, I didn’t much like them, nixed any follows-up, confiscated negatives and prints, and tucked one and all away for safe keeping, actually having forgotten all about them until I stumbled upon them all of those years later.

Having seen a good many more birthdays by the time of our re-acquaintance, I, in retrospect, found them not nearly as bad as I remembered, and accepted the offer of an artist friend to borrow one of them to do his personal artistic interpretation of it. I was so pleased by the result, possibly because of inherent Narcissistic tendencies, that I found myself, over the next few years, accumulating various other artists renderings of the very same picture for what has since become known, far and wide, as my ARTISTS “DO” author WILLIAM MALTESE collection.

One of the first to have joined in the project was Dutch artist Johan Ekkel who did one interpretation in October 2005 and a second in February 2006. During which time, and afterwards, the two of us became genuinely good friends, my having found several of his art pieces, without me as subject matter, the inspirations for more than one of my short stories in my B&D short-story collection LOVE HURTS.

Having more recently been exposed to many of Johan’s newer pieces, many of them black and white, and, having been, once again, inspired by what I saw, I approached him and MLR Press publisher Laura Baumbach to see if they’d be interested in a whole collection of my m/m short stories, based entirely upon Johan’s artwork.

Both graciously said, “Yes”. And this book, this time with each piece of inspirational artwork in supplement, is the result.


Where can we find your website?
BUT anyone’s best bet for learning whatever they want to know about me is merely to type WILLIAM MALTESE into any Search Engine. As far as my books, 111 versions, thereof, are listed on amazon.com and 88 on barnesandnoble.com, a wide selection equally available on pretty much any of the on-line retail book sites. All of my books are usually available, too, through all brick-and-mortars; if not physically on the shelves, then through the stores’ computers.



Friday, August 24, 2012

INTERESTING PEOPLE INTERVIEW





 Meet:  WILLIAM MALTESE





 Author of over 200 books, and the exclusive subject of the 303-page reference book, DRAQUALIAN SILK: A COLLECTOR’S AND BIBLIOGRAPHICAL GUIDE TO THE BOOKS OF WILLIAM MALTESE 1969-2010, published by mainstream Wildside/Borgo Press


What are your 2 favorite careers?
Writer and gourmet/gourmand.

What is the hardest thing you ever had to do?
I’m assuming this isn’t a sexual double-entendre question, in that a gentleman never tells. If it’s not, the answer is having had to watch my mother die.

Favorite music, song or band?
I’m exceedingly partial to classical music. However, when writing, I often play Latin music because a fast tempo makes my fingers move faster on a computer keyboard.

Are you usually late, early or right on time?

I always try my best to be on time in that punctuality, I think, is only good manners and a courtesy people deserve, including me. If, for any reason, I’m going to have to be late, I always make it a point to call and say so, and I expect other people to do the same.



Are you happy with your life for the most part right now?

Yes. Although I could always use a more well-defined six-pack and a helluva lot more money.


If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Back to Italy. I absolutely adore that country. If not there, then to Iguassu Falls, on the border of Brazil and Argentina, in that I’ve a fetish for waterfalls and that is one of the most truly spectacular cascades I’ve ever had the turn-on pleasure to see.



What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up?

My writing, in that writing is something that can keep one’s mind occupied and active well into old age. I’ve seen too many people in other professions slide into a complete nadir when confronted by retirement, and not one of those has been a pretty picture to see.




Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Hummus on Rye by Karenna Colcroft




Literary Nymphs Interview

Title: Hummus on Rye
(Real Werewolves Don’t Eat Meat #4)
Author: Karenna Colcroft
Publisher: MLR Press
Genre: M/M paranormal (shifters)
Release Date: July 27, 2012






What inspired the story?

Hummus on Rye is the next installment in my Real Werewolves Don’t Eat Meat series, so the main inspiration was the need to continue Kyle Slidell and Tobias Rogan’s story. This one has some even darker themes than the previous books; Tobias is struggling now with PTSD-related issues stemming from the sexual assault during which he was changed into a werewolf at age fifteen. Even though that happened over three decades ago, Tobias had suppressed the memories and aftereffects so he could appear the strong, dominant Alpha he needed to be. Now that he has Kyle to lean on, he’s able to let down his guard a bit more. Unfortunately, that means that some of the things he’s suppressed are surfacing more. I’ve had my own struggles with PTSD, stemming from similar situations, and so some of my personal struggles fuel what Tobias deals with in the book.

I’m still not quite sure how I ended up with a psychic six-year-old boy living in the midst of the Boston North Pack, but since he showed up in Hummus on Rye, I have plans for him and his father. I’m keeping those a secret until future books, though.

EXCERPT:

“Where’s Tobias?” I asked.
“What’s going on?” Kirk pulled me away from the group he was standing with and back around the corner of the house. He spoke in a low voice, hopefully low enough to keep the others from hearing. “Tobias is in the house talking to Justin.”
Kirk wasn’t my first choice to tell this to. Tobias should hear it before he did. But Kirk was Tobias’s Beta, which meant it was one of his responsibilities to back up our Alpha. At least until he decided he wanted to be Alpha himself.
I took a deep breath. Kirk wouldn’t take this well. I spoke even more quietly than he had. “Mikey Damone’s been kidnapped. Well, his father says he’s missing. I don’t know if anyone’s determined for sure that it’s a kidnapping. But a so-called witness said they saw a little boy matching Mikey’s description with a white wolf.”
“Tobias is the only truly white wolf in Boston,” Kirk said. “Vera in City Pack is mostly white, but she has some light grey mixed in. And your fur isn’t really white.”
“Right,” I said, though I’d never noticed the grey in Vera’s fur. “That’s kind of my point. Mikey had nightmares about wolves. Two of the wolves he told me about from his dream looked like Roderic and Polly. The third sounded like Saul the way he looked when he attacked me in the park the other night.”
He didn’t argue with me about whether I’d actually seen Saul either. I was glad people were starting to listen to me, or at least humor me. “They took Mikey, you think.” It wasn’t a question. “And they’re trying to frame Tobias. Why would they do that?”
“Polly and Roderic were pissed about having a human child living in ‘our’ buildings,” I said. “Well, mostly Polly. I think Roderic was just backing her up. Maybe they’re trying to prove a point. Why would they frame Tobias? I don’t know. But I can imagine why Saul would.” I paused. “Fuck! He even warned us he was here, if we’d been paying attention.”
Kirk took a few seconds to process. “The wolf that contacted Justin. Irving. He said he was a member of Saul Hughes’s pack, and Devin said they didn’t have a wolf by that name.”
“Because it was Saul,” I said. “He’s been stalking Candace for months, and he has one hell of a grudge against Tobias, dating back before either of them were alphas. And in September, he had Tobias and Chal shot because he wanted control of both packs. Now Candace is here, and he’s taking his chance.”
Grimly, Kirk nodded. “We need to find Tobias.”
We hurried into the house through the back door, ignoring questions from the rest of our pack and a couple of City Pack members. It would be up to Tobias and Justin if they wanted to fill everyone in on what was going on. If the police decided to believe the wolf story, both our packs would be in jeopardy, and all the members would need to know about it.
Right then, I cared more about Mikey’s safety than the packs, which might have been slightly warped priorities. I didn’t care.
Justin and Tobias were upstairs in the bedroom Justin had chosen to use for the night. Kirk and I barged in without bothering to knock, and both alphas glared at us. “This better be important,” Tobias said.
“It is.” I walked right over to him. I didn’t care if he was pissed off. “I just got off the phone with Trey. Mikey’s missing.”
“We already knew that,” he snapped. “It can’t have anything to do with Polly and Roderic.”
“You don’t want to believe it does,” I said gently. “I understand that. You’re a good alpha, Tobias. Just because some of your pack members screw up doesn’t mean you’ve done something wrong. I believe it is them. I don’t think they did it on their own, though. A police officer came to Trey’s door while I was talking to him. She said a witness reported seeing a boy fitting Mikey’s description with a white wolf.”
For a moment, Tobias just stood there. Then he exploded. Before any of us could stop him, he tore pictures off the wall, smashed the window, even tried to lift the bed. The three of us just stood there, stunned, until finally Kirk and Justin moved and grabbed Tobias’s arms. He struggled against them and I thought he was going to break free.
Just as suddenly as he’d gone off, he relaxed. Justin and Kirk dragged him over to the bed and he sat on the edge of it, sobbing. I hadn’t even realized he’d begun to cry.
I knelt in front of him. “We know it wasn’t you. You were here with us.”
“I would never do anything to hurt a child.” He sounded like a child himself.

Where can we find your website?

My website is www.karennacolcroft.com. People can also find out more about me and my books, and chat about books and other things in general, on my Facebook group, http://www.facebook.com/groups/261093317316839/.
I’ll be at the GayRomLit convention in Albuquerque, New Mexico in October, so I hope to meet some readers there!


Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Dancing Away by Karenna Colcroft




Literary Nymphs Interview

Title: Dancing Away
Author: Karenna Colcroft
Publisher: Pink Petal Books
Genre: M/M contemporary
Release Date: August 16, 2012





What inspired the story?

Two things. This story is a follow-up to a heterosexual novella titled You Shouldn’t Kiss Me Like This. In that story, the heroine, Erin, lived with her best friend, a gay man named Merit. For me, Merit stole the scenes he was in, and I knew eventually I would have to write his story.
Then I heard the song “Dancing Away with my Heart,” by the country group Lady Antebellum, a duet in which a man and woman reminisce about their prom dates. And I knew I had Merit’s story.

EXCERPT:
He was still curious about why Cole had chosen to be alone, but the guy didn’t seem too forthcoming with answers. They weren’t here to discuss their current personal lives anyway. This wasn’t a couple of high school buddies catching up with each other. This was a man and the guy who’d broken his heart. All Merit wanted out of the evening was a reason to forgive Cole. Or to forget about him for good.
“You said I misunderstood what I heard that day.” He didn’t think he needed to specify which day. “So here’s your chance. Explain to me how I was wrong.”
“You were wrong because you assumed the dare was my only reason for dancing with you.” Cole looked into Merit’s eyes, and Merit’s heart began to melt even as he clung to his anger toward the other man. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t cling strongly enough. “They did dare me. I won’t deny that. They figured out you had a crush on me and thought it would be funny to yank you around by pretending I liked you back.”
That statement froze Merit’s heart solid again. He tossed his napkin onto the table and prepared to storm out of the restaurant. Of course it had just been a joke to those asswipes. He should have known better than to think he’d hear anything different tonight. “Yeah, really fucking funny. It was absolutely hilarious.” He didn’t bother keeping his anger out of his tone.
“Hold up.” Cole raised a hand. “I didn’t say I thought it was funny. I was just as pissed about the idea as you are now. They were the ones who believed it was a big-ass joke.”
“Explain what you thought, then, because I’m really not getting it.” Merit slid to the edge of the seat, hands shaking with the effort of not screaming. He was damned if he’d just sit there and listen to the guy make no sense. “Talk fast, because in ten seconds I’m out of here unless you give me a really good reason to stay. I came here to give you a chance to apologize like you said you wanted to. If that’s what this is, it’s a piss-poor effort.”
“This isn’t going any better than the phone call.” Cole frowned. “Look, if you aren’t even going to give me a chance to talk, it’s going to be pretty hard to explain. I know I’m not the best at expressing myself, but you’re throwing up boulders in the way. Do you even want to listen?”
I’m throwing up boulders? Merit was listening. Cole wasn’t saying anything. But Merit took a deep breath. He could walk out and end up wondering what the guy would have said, or he could give him a few more minutes. “If you’re actually planning to say what you mean, I’ll listen.”
“I’m trying,” Cole snapped.
The server came back to take their orders. Cole barked his, and the server seemed to take it in stride. Merit made a mental note to leave a good tip. The server didn’t deserve to be Cole’s target. As soon as he walked away, Cole took a couple of breaths and said, “My friends thought it would be funny. They said you had a crush on me, so this was just one more plan of theirs to humiliate you.”
“You went along with it.” This time, Merit kept his tone more neutral.
“Only because it gave me an excuse to dance with you.” Cole looked him in the eye again, and his brown gaze pierced Merit straight through. “I said they thought it would be funny if I pretended I liked you back. The thing is, I wasn’t pretending.”

Where can we find your website?
My website is www.karennacolcroft.com.
Readers can also find out more about me and chat with me on my Facebook group, http://www.facebook.com/groups/261093317316839/.

Since today’s the release date for Dancing Away, I’m holding a contest. Tell me about your high school prom—or, if you didn’t attend one, tell me about your dream prom—in the comments. One winner will be chosen to receive a PDF of Dancing Away.



Monday, August 13, 2012

INTERESTING PEOPLE INTERVIEW






Meet: Vicktor Alexander

Vicktor Alexander “Vic” wrote his first story at the age of 10 about his youngest sister and her destruction of the world…with her breath. Much to his youngest sister’s dismay the story was a hit and became the first story of a series all dealing with the planets that were destroyed by his siblings and their strange quirks and body odors. Vic now enjoys writing about shifters, humanoids, cowboys, firemen, rent boys, fairies, elves, dancers, doctors, Doms, Subs, and anything else that catches his fancy, all sexy men falling in love with each other and having lots of naughty, dirty, man-on-man sex. Author of the bestst-selling series, The Tate Pack, Vic is a huge fan of the “happily-ever-after” ending.
 But while his characters all ride off into the proverbial sunset, all sexually satisfied and in love, they all bear the scars of fighting for that love, just like in real life. Out and proud, Vic does not believe that love only comes in one form, one race, one gender and that not only is gender fluid, by sexuality as well. Vic loves to make people laugh and when he’s not writing, or rather, procrastinating in writing, he’s reading, playing the Sims 3, hanging out with his very supportive adopted family, talking to his adopted daughter, whom he affectionately calls "Chipmunk", seeking the man or men who can handle his crazy, stressful, soap opera-esque life and being distracted from his writing by drooling over pictures of John Barrowman and Shemar Moore.
My Published Books List


Wednesday, August 8, 2012

INTERESTING PEOPLE INTERVIEW




INTERESTING PEOPLE INTERVIEW
Meet: Alan Chin






 
What are your 2 favorite careers?

I’ve had a number of jobs in my life. I worked my way through high school as a short-order cook. I worked as a jet mechanic during my four-year hitch in the US Navy, a short time as a florist, several years as a computer programmer, a dozen years as manager of software development groups, and am now a writer of novels and screenplays.

My two most satisfying careers were writing novels (which I feel is my life’s work) and writing computer programs. These two because they both require working by myself with a high degree of creativity, and with both careers, no matter how good you get, there is always areas to improve. It allows me to strive for a perfection I will never reach.  

If I could have a different career I’ve never tried, it would be directing movies. To me, that would be the ultimate—to write a great script and then get to create the movie. My dream.


What is the hardest thing you ever had to do?

Walk away from a sixteen-year relationship with a man I loved. In our younger days we were party boys, drugs and booze and rock&roll in the swinging city of San Francisco. But when the time came to sober up and get serious with our lives, he was not able to do that. In the end, I had to get away from him as he was leading me down the path to alcoholism. It was pure self-preservation.

We are still dear friends, even though he continues to drink heavily and I don’t enjoy being around him when he drinks. The irony is, as hard as it was to give up that relationship, it allowed Herman, my current husband, to enter my life. From my greatest hardship blossomed my greatest joy.


Favorite music, song or band

I’m a big old opera queen. I love Italian opera—Rossini, Puccini, Verdi, Donizetti, Mozart—and have attended live performances of all the great stars around the world. That music is so stirring, and the incredible way they use the voice as an instrument is remarkably beautiful.

I have recently, however, discovered a Hawaiian singer named IZ Kamakawiwo’ole. He must have weighed 600 pounds, yet had the voice of an angel. He passed away a few years back but his music is still very popular in the islands. I love to have his songs playing softly in the background while I write.


Are you usually late, early or right on time?

I’m a person who likes to show up right on time. There is something so satisfying about being punctual. I’ve always thought that showing up late shows disrespect for the people who are left waiting for you to arrive.

I am, however, married to a man who thinks ‘on time’ means fifteen minutes early. Especially for parties, Herman likes to show up early just to see if there is anything he can do to help get the party organized. Because of this, I always take a book with me in the car so I can read for that time before everybody else gets there.


Are you happy with your life for the most part right now?

I’ve never been happier. I walked away from an unfulfilling career in corporate America thirteen years ago, and have had the time of my life since then.  After retiring, I published five novels (three award winners) with two more in the pipeline; Herman and I have traveled to over 45 countries, scuba diving the Great Barrier Reef and the Red Sea, riding elephants on tiger safari in Nepal and India, seeing the Great Migration in Africa, and feasting in the capitals of Europe and Asia. When I think back on it, it seems overwhelming.

Herman and I recently moved from the San Francisco Bay Area to Palm Springs, and we are loving the desert life.  Our new circle of friends has utterly charmed us to the point where we may stay home more often.


If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Herman and I have yet to set foot on the continent of South America. Rio, Sao Paulo, Machu Picchu, Buenos Aires, Bogota, La Paz, Galapagos Islands—take your pick. I want to experience it all.

The trouble is, Herman is Chinese, and he loves traveling to Asia. It’s a bone of contention between us, but I know that eventually, if we live long enough, we’ll see what surprises South America has to offer. Some dear friends are traveling to Buenos Aires next year, and I’m hoping we can join them.


What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?

The dearest thing in my life is my husband of eighteen years, Herman Chin. Losing him would be like throwing away every shred of joy in my life. I mean, except for the hours I spend alone writing, he is my life, my soul. He is what makes life dear to me. I can’t even imagine how agonizing that loss would be.










Thursday, August 2, 2012

INTERESTING PEOPLE INTERVIEW





Meet: Kathy Kozakewich
Editor-in-Chief
Silver Publishing





What are your 2 favorite careers?
Personally? I babysat from home for over 20 years—dream job #1. Now? I'm working with books—dream job #2. 


What is the hardest thing you ever had to do?
 Admit I couldn't do it all.


Favorite music, song or band:
Oh boy—I have very esoteric musical tastes; one of my favourite bands is a Canadian band called Your Favorite Enemies; a favourite song right now is Extreme Ways by Moby; it's from the Bourne series.

Are you usually late, early or right on time?

 If it's just me? Early- to on-time; with my husband? Late...


Are you happy with your life for the most part right now?

Very! My kids are grown and on their own, but we're still close—and I'm working with the best people, in a dream job and for an amazing company; what's not to love?


If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

 I've always had a hankering to go to Hawaii—or Scotland. 


What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?

 Reading... not only the hardest, but impossible—it's been a lifesaver so often; I'm not exaggerating. It's my comfort and my adventure.