Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Chasing the Sun by Jacob Z. Flores

Hey, everyone! It’s little old me, Jacob Z. Flores, once again gracing the Literary Nymphs website. I’m so excited to be back. The last time I was here was in May, and that’s just too long to be away from such a great place. But I’m here now and I’m super excited. Although I’ve been here before, this is my first time to actually write a blog post. How awesome is that?

So why have I come back today? Well, I’m glad you asked. I’m here to promote my latest release from Dreamspinner Press. The book is titled Chasing the Sun, and it is the second book from The Provincetown Series. Don’t worry if you haven’t read the first book. Each book is a stand-alone novel, or novella in this case, so you don’t have to start from the beginning, and the main characters of each book return in the other books as supporting characters. This way, no matter which book you start at, you already have a sense of who most of the characters are if you decide to pick up any of the other books in the series. Pretty cool, huh?

Right now, though, I want to talk about the cover for Chasing the Sun. The artwork was done by Michael Breyette, who also did the cover for the first book in the series and whose artwork will grace the two remaining books in the set. If you haven’t seen Michael’s artwork before, you can get to his website by clicking this link. Go ahead; click it. I’ll be here when you get back. I promise.

Now aren’t you glad you went over there? He paints some pretty hot stuff, doesn’t he? Not only does he do great work, but he also paints about Provincetown. It was like he was destined to do the artwork for my books.

And the sexy, fun, flirty artwork conveys the tone of the series, which is pretty important to me and for someone like me who is a self-described cover slut, it’s vitally important that the covers express just the right tone of the book. Otherwise, I can get a little grumpy. That’s just no good for anyone.

The title of the painting that graces the cover of Chasing the Sun is “Leap of Faith.” Not only does the title of the work fit the book but so does the drawing itself.

Gil Kelly, one of the main characters of the book, has to decide whether he is willing to once again take that leap of faith. Does he want to pursue an impossible dream that his father used to call “chasing the sun”? The last time he tried it, he failed and that mistake cost him his family and the love of his children.

But then Gil runs into Tom, his son’s childhood best friend, and the sun he’s chased so long once again flashes across the sky. In Tom, there is the potential to finally catch the sun he’s chased for so long, but the guilt and shame he’s carried with him for five years holds him back.

And then, like on the cover, Gil and Tom go for a swim, and what happens next is magic.

And that is the reason why I chose “Leap of Faith” for the cover of Chasing the Sun.

Before I go, I want to thank everyone who joined me here today. I have included a blurb and an excerpt below. Also, as part of my blog tour I’m holding a contest. All you have to do is leave a comment to this post, and your name is entered to win a free copy of Chasing the Sun. Additional entries if you “Like” my Facebook page or “Follow” on Twitter.  Check out the Rafflecopter entry form. If a reader happens to follow all my blog stops, then she or he can leave a comment at the other sites a well. At the end of the tour, a winner will be chosen and announced.

 As a physician and prominent citizen of Victoria, Texas, Dr. Gil Kelly took a hard fall when his vengeful wife revealed his infidelity with other men. Closing ranks around her, the town’s elite ostracized him, and his relationship with his children was nearly destroyed.

After spending his life focused on living for others, he has no idea how to live for himself. He wants to find love but now settles for anonymous sex that only further clouds his world with shame and guilt. Gil believes finding true love is an unobtainable dream, what his father used to call “chasing the sun.”

Then he runs into Tom Martinez, his son’s childhood best friend, who returned to town a grown man and offers everything Gil needs. But Gil hesitates to fall into Tom’s arms, because after his high-profile divorce, the potential scandal of loving a younger man could separate him from his children permanently.

Spin off of When Love Takes Over (1st Provincetown Series book)


Gil stood in the shadows of the backyard, away from the floodlights that Tom previously switched on. Was he really about to go skinny-dipping with Tom?
He wasn’t bothered any longer that Tom was Zach’s childhood friend. He was long past that.
Gil hid for reasons far more vain. Quite simply, he had the body of an old man.
Gil’s flesh wasn’t as supple as it once was. While he did his best to remain fit with a consistent workout regimen, his muscles lacked the definition of his youth. He carried some spare weight around his gut. He didn’t look pregnant or have man-boobs, but he wasn’t up to measuring his body against that of a man twenty years younger.
Like most men his age, his previously taut flesh had slightly wilted, and his balls dangled farther south than they used to. His full, red mane turned white a few years ago, and every day more white hair sprouted across his body.
Gil wasn’t certain he could disrobe in front of someone who probably had yet to find a gray hair anywhere.
Tom, however, had no such reservations. He shucked his shirt almost upon entering the backyard. His back muscles stretched and flexed as he tossed the garment onto the wicker pool furniture before he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks.
As Tom dipped his toe into the pool to gauge water temperature, Gil noticed a tattoo on his left deltoid. An unrecognizable pattern spiked around a heart about six inches wide. From where he stood, though, he couldn’t make out the larger shape due to the shadows cast across Tom’s arm and the strange geometry of the design.
“Water’s warm,” Tom commented as he gazed to where Gil stood in the shadows. He undid the button of his pants and hooked his fingers beneath the waistband. Before yanking them down, Tom paused, as if sensing Gil’s hesitation for the first time. “Aren’t you going to join me?”
“Just a bit shy, I guess,” he admitted. “I waved good-bye to my flat stomach some time ago.”
Tom chuckled while absently running his hand across his perfect abdominals, which, just like the rest of his torso, were free of body hair. “Oh, get over it!” Tom dropped his jeans and stood only in his red low-rise briefs. “Or I’ll just push you in.”
Gil couldn’t respond. He could only stare at the bulge perfectly cradled in Tom’s underwear across the yard from him. Hidden within the fabric rested a nicely sized cock that stretched the material across the groin. Gil squinted, hoping that would somehow allow him to see the outline of the cockhead that hid from his ravenous eyes. Fighting his desire to leap across the deck and take Tom’s package in his hand, Gil inhaled deeply, hoping the release of oxygen might soften the erection straining against his pants.
“Come on,” Tom prodded. “I’m not taking the rest off until you do. We’re both men. I’m not a little boy anymore.”
No shit! There was nothing little or boyish about Tom’s body. Strong and defined, his arms looked capable of curling forty-five pound dumbbells, and his muscled chest could possibly enable him to bench two hundred pounds quite easily.
He was all man, and Gil wanted to see the rest of Tom’s manly body, but in order to see what lay beneath the briefs, he had to first strip down to his. The problem, besides his timeworn body, was that his cock once again stood fully erect.
There was no way he could let Tom see that!

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About the Author:
Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hard ass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.
Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse. When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his husband, Bruce, their three children, and two dogs, who represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Maple Lane Manor by Cree Walker

Literary Nymphs Interview

Title: Maple Lane Manor,
 Home for Retired Supernaturals
Author: Cree Walker
Publisher: Naughty Nights Press
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Comedy
Release Date: July 26 2013


Do you write in more than one genre?

 Yes, under a different pen name. 


What if any, is the hardest part of writing for you?

 Honestly it seems to be about 20 to 30,000 words in. I have no trouble coming up with ideas or endings but it’s the middle part I’m most afraid of. I scared to bore my reader.


What inspired the story?

 There is a hundred and twenty-five year old mansion in my home town that I have been in love with since I was a little girl. It has been for sale for several years and on a whim I asked the real estate agent if she’d be willing to show me the home in the name of literature. To my surprise she agreed.

            When I went to see the house, I was actually writing another book with this house in mind but after seeing it I went home trying to devise ways in which I could afford this house. I fell asleep with this in mind and suddenly I woke up with the title, Maple Lane Manor, Home for Retired Supernaturals, ringing in my memory. I rushed to the computer telling myself that I was only going to write the premise. Four hours later I had a little more than that.  



 Maple Lane returns to the retirement home where she grew up, after ten years away, and must face the music. How can she rebuild the dilapidated building, repay a massive mortgage, and restore her residents’ faith in her with her arch-nemesis – Stacy Three Names – breathing down her neck, hungry for an artifact said to grant immortality? As Stacy sabotages Maple’s efforts, the gorgeous new handyman Derek complicates matters with his demon blood and hot attraction.

How can Maple and her residents fight Stacy, find the artifact, and save their home with the rich and powerful of the town arrayed against them?

…And can she trust a demon to help her?



EXCERPT: Chapter One


As of about four and a half minutes ago, I officially quit college. I’ve decided that after attending not one but two separate colleges during my nine…okay ten years of switching majors and still not knowing what I want to be when I grow up, that I was never meant to be a serious intellectual. I was not designed to run a corporate enterprise or wow the art world with genius sculpture and paintings. I was studying to become a teacher until I realized I don’t like children. I would have made an excellent veterinarian, except I’m allergic to cats. Or, more accurately they are allergic to me. I wanted to be an engineer, but it turns out I’m also allergic to math, which also eliminated almost all science and accounting. I even tried psychology, caseworker, and business major. So after trying everything that ever caught my attention, I switched to a technical college, where I discovered I had no talent for mechanics, carpentry, plumbing, heating, or cooking anything in an oven. And I literally flunked out as a dental assistant when I vomited on a patient while I was cleaning his teeth during final exams. So because of this, or rather despite all of this, I’m going into the family business.

My decision for this very sudden and life-altering change might have been prompted by the three-page, single-spaced letter I am now holding. It’s written in legal speak and since I did a very brief stint in law – after watching a marathon of Law and Order while recovering from a vicious and unprompted cat attack – I will summarize; “Your grandmother is dead, and she’s left you the house and its current occupants.”

This is the letter telling me that my Granny Nan has passed away. It was unexpected, and I’m not saying unexpected as in she was always so healthy and she never said she was sick. No, I’m saying unexpected because she was a vampire. Granny Nan was the first in our family, full born. She came with all the perks of the undead. She could turn into a bat and she never aged. She drank the blood of the living, but she never took more than necessary. She could hypnotize people with a wink of her long black lashes, and any whispered suggestions she made became the victim’s lifelong mission to fulfill. She stayed inside on sunny days and avoided anything resembling a wooden stake. On top of all of this, she was very fast and very smart and very full of life.

She raised me from six months old, as my mother had met her untimely demise in an unfortunate car accident involving a truck transporting picket fence posts. As far as anyone knew in the small town where I grew up, Granny Nan wasn’t my very young-looking, nearly two hundred year-old grandmother. She was just my mom.

I’m a second-generation vampire. Vampires aren’t made, or even bred. As far as we can tell, they just happen once in a while, and the only way they can have children is if they choose to do so with a human. Long story short, that makes me a quarter vampire. Meaning I don’t get to live forever, I can’t turn into any cool animals, and I will never be able to hypnotize people with a look or a whisper. The only thing I got from that side of the family is that I have to wear sunscreen year round and I’m mildly anemic. I don’t drink blood, but I like my steak extra rare. I have a pretty good metabolism, but unlike Granny Nan I do have to burn a few calories on the treadmill a few times a week if I want to eat cupcakes.

Having been raised in a retirement home, I am probably more aware of my own mortality than most. What I learned from my somewhat different childhood experience was that I didn’t want to die without living a full and happy life. The only problem was I seemed to be having trouble getting that life of excitement started. I was so scared to make the wrong move that I ended up not moving at all. So at twenty-seven – okay twenty-eight, I was now the newest caretaker of Maple Lane Manor, Home for Retired Supernaturals.


About the Author:

What I like…


Maple Lane Manor, Home for Retired Supernaturals

Hanging out with Corey and Titan

Memoirs of a Geisha

Molly Harper

Favorite Saying, Reality TV kills brain cells faster than crystal meth.

Autumn time



Jack Coon

Things I dislike,

Reality Television

The words, I can’t

Skinny jeans on adult men

Books or movies with talking animals unless it’s a cartoon…don’t ask me why

Hard Candy


The fact the pretty much anything that’s ever been FDA approved can give you cancer.

Blatantly rude people

People who hate other people based on physical appearance, sexuality or creed.



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