I got to meet my special guest today in Tampa at Rainbow Con this month - Elizabeth is not the loudest voice in the room but she is a compelling presence. I'm so pleased to be able to share a bit about her latest release, Electric Candle, with you today.
You'll find the Rafflecopter link at the bottom of the page - don't' forget to enter for a chance to win your own copy ;)
by Elizabeth Noble
Cover art: TL Bland
When a vampire finds his soul mate, the bond is forever. It’s love at first sight. Or is it?
Flint, Ohio Homicide Detective Jonas Forge has been a vampire for nearly two hundred years. He’s fought wars, seen life go from the simple but hard colonial days to the modern high tech world. He’s evolved with the times, adapting with each new era, blending into each new life. The one constant is his best friend and lover, Declan. Until Forge’s soul mate tumbles, literally, into his life.
Even though they’re not fated to be together forever, Forge and Declan are perfectly happy. Despite the pheromone attracting him to his soul mate, Forge isn’t thrilled with the guy, and the feeling seems mutual. While trying to adjust to his clumsy soul mate and equally awkward feelings, Forge is on the hunt for the serial killer who’s leaving a trail of bodies, and who witnesses can’t identify. But Forge better watch out. When his work collides with his love life, things really heat up.
About the author:
Elizabeth Noble started telling stories before she actually knew how to write, and her family was very happy when she learned to put words on a page. Those words turned into fan fiction that turned into a genuine love of M/M romance fiction. Being able to share her works with Dreamspinner is really a dream come true. She has a real love for all things sci-fi, futuristic, and supernatural and a bit of an unnatural interest in a super-volcano in Wyoming.
Elizabeth has three grown children and is now happily owned by an adorable mixed breed canine princess named Rosie, and two cats, Murphy and Yeti. She lives in her native northeast Ohio, the perfect place for gardening, winter and summer sports (go Tribe!). When she's not writing she's working as a veterinary nurse, so don't be surprised to see her men with a pet or three who are a very big part of their lives
You can find Elizabeth at: http://www.elizabeth-noble.com/
Earlier this week, my guys (hubby and son) announced that we would be "going somewhere" on Saturday. Somewhere? I asked. Yes, you don't get to know. When I squinted at son and asked if this was something I would want to do? Totally, he said.
With instructions to wear comfortable shoes and that we would have to leave early since it would be somewhere over a two hour drive, my suspicions and speculations ran amok. Where would we end up? Were we going north? South? Could I wear jeans and a t-shirt? My questions were answered judiciously or ignored. I was completely in the dark.
We drove up I-95 on Saturday morning and crossed the Delaware Memorial - all right, north, then, at least going into New Jersey. Something in Cape May? Nope - we continued to head north and further north.
When we approached the Newark airport, I realized we were headed to New York. Going into the big city? Oh, my....this was something interesting. By this time, hubby was dropping hints about someone needing to be brave enough to talk to a famous person, which he was unwilling to do. Celebrity? Who could it be? Now my brain was racing and the boys still weren't talking.
We parked in a garage on 56th, the kind where you leave the key with the attendant and your car gets to feel special and ride up to its spot in an elevator, and walked down the street for an early linner.
Just a quick shout out to the restaurant - Topaz - which is one of those small, tables too close spaces that they've managed to make cozy and beautiful with dark, shining wood and wonderful service.
The panang was perfect - so good. We dumped our collective rice in the bowl and scarfed it all up since letting that beautiful sauce go to waste would've been a crying shame.
Stuffed and happy, we roamed Central Park and some of the city for a bit since it was a perfect spring day and our "thing" (still no clue) wasn't until 3:00.
At one point we passed Carnegie Hall and I said to son "I wish I could show you the inside..."
Interesting how dramatic irony sometimes plays out in real life.
At 2:30, we headed back toward Carnegie - and went inside. What? Wait...really? Hubby went to the Will Call window, picked up tickets and rushed us into the auditorium. I didn't even have a chance to look at the tickets until we sat down.
Finally, I'm in my seat and manage to squint out the name on the ticket.
Squeee! So cool. We've been fans forever and I haven't seen her in concert for, oh dear, twenty years? Something like that. This was a special family concert, a four concert tour for the new illustrated book "Leave Your Sleep" that takes some of the poems Natalie set to music some time ago and pairs them with lovely Barbara McClintock illustrations.
Better yet? They were signing copies after the concert and hubby had brought the book for me to have it signed. Super squeee!
It was a wonderful concert - Natalie's still adorable, dang her, after all these years, and she interacted with the kids so well. No pics were allowed at concert or signing or I would have some for you, but oh, it was so cool to talk to her for a few moments. I even got some words out.
Me (leaning down to speak, eyes most likely shining with scary fan stars): Thank you - we've been fans of yours for over 25 years
Natalie (eyes traveling up to tall figure looming behind me): Is this your son?
Me: Yes! Oh, yes, he grew up listening to you.
Natalie (gracious and smiling, reaches out to shake Ian's hand): Did you want it signed to both of you?
Me: Yes, thank you! That would be wonderful.
Natalie (signing): So you're from New York?
Me: No, we came up from Delaware to see you.
Natalie (eyes a bit wide): You came all that way just to see me?
Me: Yes! Absolutely!
And there you have it folks - probably the one conversation I will ever have with a celebrity. She was so sweet and I'm glad I didn't completely embarrass myself. But it was a wonderful surprise and a lovely day I'll always hold in a painted lacquered box next to my heart.
Thank you, guys. It was worth all the not-knowing. :)
Here it is - the lovely cover for Luki and Sonny's return. Stay with us - there's an entry at the bottom of the page. ;)
Because of Jade (A Vasquez and James Novel)
Author Name: Lou Sylvre
Cover Artist: Reese Dante
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Luki Vasquez receives the news he's still cancer free after five years, and he wants to celebrate with his whole family. He and his husband, Sonny James, take a road trip south, intending to gather at the home of his nephew Josh, Josh's wife Ruthie, and Jade--a little girl who was still in the womb when she and her mother helped Luki beat lung cancer.
Halfway to their destination, Luki learns Josh and Ruthie have met a tragic death. The horrible news lays Luki low, but he pulls himself together in time to be the family's rock and see to the dreaded business of tying up loose ends. The most important business is Jade, and when Luki and Sonny head home, they take Jade with them.
Luki and Sonny must combat self-doubt and fear and help each other learn to parent an unexpected child—and they must also nourish the love that has kept them whole for the past ten years. A relative's spurious claim to Jade threatens the new family, and even if they prevail in court, they could lose their little girl unless they can rescue Jade from evil hands and true peril.
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Author Links: Visit her at http://www.sylvre.com or contact her at email@example.com
Lou Sylvre hails from southern California but now lives and writes on the rainy side of Washington State. When she’s not writing, she’s reading fiction from nearly every genre, romance in all its tints and shades, and the occasional book about history, physics, or police procedure. Not zombies, though. Her personal assistant is Boudreau, a large cat who never outgrew his kitten meow. She plays guitar (mostly where people can’t hear her) and she loves to sing. She’s usually smiling and laughs too much, some say. She also loves her family, her friends, the aforementioned Boudreau, a Chihuahua named Joe, and (in random order) coffee, chocolate, sunshine, and wild roses.
Rainbow Con - Tampa
April 17th - 20th
readings and panels and tables, oh my - where will Angel be? (Just in case you find yourself curious ;) )
Several places, actually...
The Vendor Room - if you'd like to come see me while I'm trapped in one spot, here's where/when I'll be selling books (my swag stuff will be set up even when I'm not there, please feel free to snag some swag ;) )
Thursday 4/17 - 2:00pm-4:pm
Friday 4/18 - 10:00am-12:00pm
Saturday 4/19 - 1:00pm-3:00pm
Sunday 4/20 - 1:00pm-2:00pm
The Author Q&A - heck, I'm not shy. Come ask me anything.
Thursday 4/17 - 4:45pm-5:15pm
The Reading - which will either go really well or I'll crack and make a hash of it. Bring popcorn! The suspense is half the fun!
Friday 4/18 - 2:15pm-2:30pm
The Panels - 3 of 'em. Some pretty heavy subjects for little 'ole me. *squares shoulders*
Saturday 4/19 - 11:00am-12:00pm The Vagina Dialogue: Women in Genre Fiction
Saturday 4/19 - 5:00pm-6:00pm Rape: Not a Laughing Matter
Sunday 4/20 - 10:00am-11:00am Religion and Genre Fiction
Yeah. This thing that happened with Silver Publishing. You're going to see a lot of stuff out there - some of it's even true. I don't think anyone knows the whole truth except the man who fled the country.
For me it was over last November. I don't have a gag order like some authors had to sign. I just had a lump sum settlement of far less than I was owed and the return of my work, which was far more precious to me.
It took contacting the Michigan AG's office to get any agreement at all - but I was free and trying like hell to get my friends out in time. For some it worked. For others, the boulder had begun to roll too fast already and horrid amounts of author income has been lost.
I've had people ask over the last six months, "Angel, where is such and such a book? I saw it on Goodreads. Why can't I buy it anywhere?" Fear not, intrepid readers. The end is in sight.
Through the intervention of Kris Jacen and a pitch session that was really just a lovely conversation, Endangered Fae will be releasing again through Man Love Romance.
Re-releasing and slightly rewritten with Finn's Christmas melded in as the last chapter, Finn the pooka will be back with us 6/6/14
Re-releasing 8/8/14 (although this was never given to Silver, it was briefly out there through MCB.)
The missing ESTO novels
I'd love to say they ended up in the same place, but unfortunately, some publishers got a bit overwhelmed with picking up Silver's detritus and decided to stop taking reissues.
Re-releasing through Dreamspinner Press some time in late July/early August
Turk and Isaac are in edits now and will return to us soon
Vassily the Beautiful
Re-releasing through Mischief Corner Books some time in late June, we believe. Probably. Freddy Mackay's working on a new cover that should be fabulous :)
That's it for me, folks. The only other story I had with Silver was a M/F short story that I don't think more than a handful of folks read. And that can stay in my files until I need it.
Thank you all for your patience, for your inquiries, and for your expressions of sympathy. We're moving on - we'll all set this behind us and keep going.
Onward. Ever onward.
Here's a fun game Lisa T. came up with on her blog:
(Attention is Arbitrary, M/M Romance Book Reviews)
I'm gonna have a lot of stuff with me, of course, some and swag and giveaways, books and maybe even a toothbrush. Yeah. Might not want to forget clothes. Y'all really don't want to see me naked.
But my answer for the game?
I'm going to Rainbow Con and in my suitcase I'm bringing...
Shax and Leopold!
Feel free to send me your link in the game and I'll add you below ;)
What Mrs. Condit is bringing
A is for Author, who struggles to write.
It's a vicious, mad circle
of distractions we fight.
B is for baby or boyfriend or beau-
All the people who needs us
and interrupt flow.
C is for coffee, the author's best friend
or tea, soda or chocolate,
all caffeine in the end.
D is for deadline, that vilest of words.
Can I have an extension?
Till the second or third?
E for editor, long-suffering saints,
who tell us, once more,
not to tell but to paint.
F is for format, which is simple as pie.
Unless you self-publish.
Then there's reason to cry.
G is for Goodreads, a readers' resource,
but with landmines for authors
of the sensitive sort.
H is for hero, his story we tell,
who revenges his torture
with plot twists from hell.
ISBN - we're numbered these days
to sell to the Danes,
Portuguese and Malays.
J is for jargon, which we're told not to use
unless it's in character
for time/setting clues.
K is for Kuttnering, quick, clever bits,
info dump minis,
or lost readers have fits.
L is for library, public or online,
to research such things
as platypi and landmines.
M is for manuscript, our hearts and souls
that we bleed for and live for,
then send to black holes.
N is for novel, that Rolls Royce of fiction.
Some reach completion
or a drawer in the kitchen.
O is for outline which we sometimes remember,
though what's started in June
is much changed by November.
P is for plot. No, you don't strictly need it.
But unless you're Jack Kerouac,
readers may pitch a fit.
Q is for Query, a quaint, aging thing,
born of an age
of polite inquiring.
R for rejection, the author's great fear
we're grownups, we're stoic
(yes, fine, there are tears.)
S for submission, that first rush of eek!
Then endless nail-biting,
checking emails for weeks.
T for Thesaurus - admit it, you've used one.
Brains will get stuck
and need swift calcitration.
Unsolicited manuscript-a rebel, a maverick!
But read the sub guidelines
or your ms gets drop kicked.
V is for verbs, and those beasts conjugations.
Please learn them, don't guess.
It's your job, not an option.
W - work in progress, be it one, four or ten
stirring dreams into shambles,
our brains into Bedlam.
X for Xenology, SF types only,
ET's we create
both gorgeous and homely.
Y is for Yaoi, Young Adult and, yes, Yuri,
and all of those genres
just west of contemporary.
Z is for zeitgeist, the feel of a time
our historical authors
will fathom my rhyme.
And so lovely writers, I've wasted a day
with cataloging each letter
in a relevant way
It may not seem prudent or even quite sane
but a labor of love
for a brain wont to play. ;)
The lovely folks at Pride Promotions will be taking us on a whirlwind tour of blogs this week. Good gravy - look at that schedule!
The Mischief Corner authors did something of a divide and conquer on this one - so you'll have some promo blogs, some interview questions answered by each of the four Not In The Stars authors, and a couple of essays on taking risks.
There are, of course, prizes. You knew that.
So come on along - you're in for a fun ride!
Some time ago, though not in a galaxy far away, the Mischief Corner authors decided on a series of anthology prompts. Their lone science fiction writer (that would be me) grumbled and groused about some of them, but the Mischiefers kept prodding and suggesting and we managed some really cool collections of stories.
I think this one was to make me feel better. Or have my revenge. Or something.
The Science Fiction anthology was a first for a couple of our authors, though most of us are SF fans of one sort or another (even Toni, who's fallen in love with new Kirk and such ;) )
Still, for folks who don't normally write SF, it did cause some anxious moments. Will it work? Can I do this?
My vote? Yes. They could. They did. And here's the result.
Not In The Stars is a collections of four SF stories - all quite different in tone, flavor and subject matter. Two are on Earth, two aren't. Two are traditional romances in structure, two aren't. Two are serious with dashes of humor, one is deadly serious and one is decidedly...not.
Come join us on our little jaunt into the future, even if it's just a teensy bit of a leap forward. There's room for everyone, since like every good space/time vehicle, it's bigger on the inside.
Not in the Stars
By Toni Griffin, Mathilde Watson, Freddy MacKay and Angel Martinez
Mischief Corner Anthologies, #4
Release Date: April 5, 2014
Word Count: 138,700
Since the dawn of human expression, man has gazed up at the heavens in wonder, inspired by the wheeling of the stars to explain his surroundings. While our perception of those surroundings have changed, from thinking of the Earth as a flat, stable plane to realizing we’re falling through space in a tiny atmospheric bubble, our wonder remains constant.
Space stations, alien races, far-flung planets—join the Mischief Corner authors as they explore the possibilities the stars might offer. The catch? Returning to mundane old Earth might be harder than you think.
Finding Connor: The Borillian Twist, Book 1 - Toni Griffin
Mark, a RAAF fighter pilot, is on leave for the first time since the aliens decided to say 'Hello'. He meets Connor, a numbers man for a casino, at a gay bar and danced the night away. Their one night together changes their entire lives and what people think they know about life on Earth.
The Usual Conventions: Unconventional Romances 1 - Mathilde Watson
When Chris meets the alien—man—of his dreams, "Ensign Brodeich Geinn" aka actor Brody Gates, it's as one of the coordinators for the first annual OBX Science Fiction Convention in North Carolina. To his delight, Brody seems to return his interest, albeit in typical alien "Brodeich" fashion. Awkward alien or not, Chris is more than willing to play out any sexual fantasy for his SciFi crush, especially when Brody fumbles over the simplest of human conventions.
Feel Me - Freddy MacKay
One terrorist blast changed Master Tobias Zimmer's entire existence, relegating him to being nothing more than just a "Coppies" because of the metal replacing his flesh. As the once future Shogun of moon colony Orion 1, he now idles his time away keeping tabs on the Loyalists while his father and brother broker negotiations with the Earth Consortium.
A confrontation with his childhood enemy, Dr. Thorsten Nordenfelt, sets into motion events that cannot be undone and puts Tobias's sheltered heart at the center of the colony's attempts to free itself from the repressive Earth's rule.
Shax's War: Brimstone 3 - Angel Martinez
The boys desperately need a vacation. With the not-quite-ill-gotten gains from the Frog incident, Shax takes the Brimstone's crew to the exclusive resort planet, Opal. What could possibly go wrong there?
Hi all! Our special tour guest today is Joy Lynn Fielding who's been gracious enough to share the details about her brand new M/M Paranormal Romance, Shifting Sands (Strength of the Pack 4)
The visit to Elk Ridge is just another assignment for Tom Barrington. Then he encounters Bryce Reynolds, a generous, warm-hearted cowboy who has the easiest smile he’s ever seen. It doesn’t take long for Tom to break all his rules and end up in Bryce’s bed. Bryce Reynolds believes there’s no such thing as a hot politician, right up until he meets Tom Barrington. Tall, dark, and principled, Tom overturns all of Bryce’s prejudices, and Bryce starts to forget that he doesn’t do serious and he doesn’t do commitment.
As Bryce and Tom struggle to make sense of what’s happening between them, they’re drawn into a political battle—one which could affect the future of every shifter. And when long-buried secrets start coming to light, things turn deadly. Nothing will ever be the same again for the Elk Ridge pack.
Available at Siren Bookstrand
Bryce pushed open the door, prepared for another snotty pen pusher like Taylor Cufflinks the Third, or whatever his stupid name had been. Because of that, it took him a moment to process that he was seeing what he thought he was seeing and that he hadn’t found himself in the middle of a really good dream. Except if it was a dream, presumably this guy would already be naked rather than pouring himself a cup of coffee while dressed in a crisp white shirt, open at the neck, and gray slacks that should have been illegal given the way they clung to the curves of a frankly spectacular ass.
If Tom Barrington was a pen pusher, it was a pretty heavy pen he pushed on a regular basis, because those were definite muscles betrayed by the fit of his shirt. His hair was dark and just a little wavy, his cheekbones were sharply defined beneath flawless skin, and there was the suspicion of a five-o’clock shadow on his jaw, which somehow emphasized just how strong that jawline was.
Bryce was still staring when Tom looked up and gestured with the mug he was holding. “Hope you don’t mind,” he said, then paused.
Bryce was aware that he was being studied in return and stood a little taller, opening himself up for inspection by rich brown eyes. It seemed Tom liked what he saw, because he looked for longer than was strictly polite. Bryce grinned at him when his eyes returned to Bryce’s face, and Tom suddenly looked away, biting his lip slightly as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been. Even that didn’t stop him sending another look sideways at Bryce, and the combination of that with the way his teeth were sinking into his plump lower lip had Bryce’s stomach tightening with arousal. This security check might be a hell of a lot more pleasurable than he’d figured. And he was not thinking about Tom Barrington and body searches in the same breath, because that wasn’t helping things settle down in the least.
“Sorry to have kept you,” he said, and sat down at the table. “I figured you’d be another twelve-year-old.”
Tom stared at him, and then he grinned. It was a really good look on him. “I forgot—you had Bressingham visit you, didn’t you?”
“I wondered if it was ‘take your son to work day’ but mom or dad got lost en route,” Bryce said.
“He’s one of Cheung’s protégés,” Tom said, sitting down opposite Bryce. “He’s got potential, apparently.”
“Or a daddy with deep pockets to contribute to a re-election campaign,” Bryce said, and pushed the sugar bowl across the table. Tom nodded in thanks and took a spoonful.
“So what do you need to know?” Bryce asked, all business again. The thought that the sooner they got business done, the sooner they might get to other things was not in his mind at all. No way.
Joy Lynn Fielding is a sucker for happy endings. She believes, however, that if characters don’t suffer along the way, they won’t fully appreciate being happy. Not all of her characters thank her for
this viewpoint, but what do they know?
Joy lives in a small English market town, but also inhabits a number of fictional worlds at any one time, reflecting what she’s writing and what she’s reading. She has a tendency to share enthusiastically with anyone who will listen to the latest fascinating facts she’s stumbled across in her research for books. Thankfully she has a very patient Labrador, who has a gift for looking as though he’s interested in what she’s saying while he waits for the food to arrive.
Angel writes (mostly) Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around queer heroes. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware and full time inside her head, she has one husband, one son, two cats, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate.