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Thursday, May 16, 2013

I Blog Trans* Books. Just sayin'



I’m sad. And angry. My hackles, they are raised. Again. Or is it still…?

It’s probably still. Not sure my hackles ever /really/ go down. Especially not when I pay attention to the whack out there. *shrugs* What can I say. I’m a hackley one. 

Shocking, I know. ;)

Once again I’ve learned that a friend’s book was refused for a giveaway by a major m/m blog. Why? Well, apparently because it has a trans* hero. Sadly, I wasn’t surprised when I heard this. I already knew it was their policy. “Pure M/M only” was what they called it, I think. I was just hoping they’d accept that men are men, and the trans* exclusion is … down right fucked up.

They haven’t.

For shame be upon them.

At this point in my life, I just don’t have the energy to fight the good fight against the phobic and the rest of the uber fucked up. That’s why I’m not calling people out by name. If you’ve been around the genre for a bit, you can figure it out I’m sure. It’s not a new thing.

The point of my blog post is not to start a fight. Fucked up is fucked up and, well, whatever. Feel free to be fucked up. Who am I to try and unfuck you. Nothing I can do in that arena. What I CAN do is blog the rejected book (yes, future book giveaway coming) and offer to blog other books that are being rejected for their trans* characters. So….

Dear author friends:

Need promo space for your trans* book? Let me know. I'm not as big as the major blogs out there, but I do have space and I won't refuse your book. I’m too behind and too exhausted for things like conducting interviews or reviewing, but I can put up guest posts or host giveaways all day long. Easy peasy. 

It's not much, but I'll do what I can. At the very least, know that I gotch’yer back.

Much love,
Amara

We now return you to your regularly scheduled program. Whatever that was.

Later taters!!

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Shiny! Best Giveaway Ever and a Puppy Too!

Been a while since I've blogged over here. So busy being Freia and making shiny that my poor blogs tend to collect a lot of dust these days. But I just HAD to share a couple goodies. First one is....

Best giveaway ever. Yep yep, best ever. Where? Less than Three Press. Tis their big birthday bash. And oh my what a bash it is. They have a huge celebration going on until April 15th and some fabulous prizes are up for grabs too. A Nook, a serial subscription, books and a custom made pair of earrings. Made by... me. They are a pair of sterling silver, faceted green Aquamarine, Trees of Life with 3 Cherry Quartz 'flowers'. With little sterling silver hearts that hang from the branches. :D It's my alter ego Freia's vision of the Less Than Three Press banner. 


Their authors are participating in the celebration as well and offering up a plethora of goodies throughout the celebration. So much awesome going on! You totally have to check it out. Click the pic to be transported to enter and get all the info. 

The other bit of share-worthy uber awesome...

PUPPY!!!!! 

heehee, oh yeah, I haz one. And he's the cutest little ball of bouncing happy fur in the whole wide world. Meet my new friend... Lil'buddy. 


He's been hanging out at the office with me, please excuse the paper shredder explosion in the pic. The paper shredder and I had a fight. 

Anyhoo, that's new lil'buddy. He's a 6mo old Pomeranian/Chihuahua/dauchund mix. A happy mix of toys. 

Honestly... I'm not a lover of any of those breeds. Or, ya know, any yipping little ankle biter. (esp Chihuahua and weiner dogs)  I'm typically more of a larger dog person. The 'look like you'll eat the bad guy' kind of larger dog. But last week, my adventures with the little lost Chihuahua I found at the park and spending more time with daughter's little pom/chihuahua and the little fellas started winning me over. 

I've been thinking about getting a dog for a while now. I've been missing my Holly grrl terribly lately, but I've not found the right one. Not that I've been looking real hard. I figured when it was time, he would find me. Monday, daughter found this little guy on Craigslist. 


Little fella had a face full of skwee. When I went to go meet him in real life... he was just a little ball of happy exuberance I just couldn't resist. 

He's hard for me to photo, because he never stops moving or has to be uber close to me, (or both) so I don't have many pics yet. Daughter managed snapped these so I could share him. He's a bit older now, the pic the owners posted was... a bit of a ruse. Lil'buddy looks like this...







Himz all growed up and cute as a button. I swear, could he /be/ any cuter?

Actually, yes. Yes he can. Lil'buddy is just personality plus. And such a bundle of happy, you just can't help but smile and yes, even skwee.

Lil'buddy has turned me into a serious skwee-er.

He's such a good boy too. He's house broken, somewhat trained, yips very little and fetches like there's no tomorrow.

He's much bigger than I expected he'd be. Daughter's little Pom/Chihuaua is not much bigger than my hand. My little guy... is a chunk. He's about 3 times the size of daughter's, I think, and must weigh 15 lbs. Or more.

And in less than 24hrs, the little dude owns me lock, stock and barrel.

We'll have some training to do, but he seems to be smart as a whip so I don't think it'll take too much. We'll have a name change too. Right now he is Lil'buddy aka Leo. He knows his name so well, and I even almost like it. Of course Leo is short of Leonidas now. Problem is my shop foreman's name is Leo and him... I'm not real crazy about. I thought I could get past that, but.... no. Driving.me.batty.

So, we are on a name search. We've tried on a few, but none feel right yet. I woke up this morning and realized... I may have already found his true name.

It's Mr. No Licking Happy Good Boi. Last name... McDon't Chase the Cat.

That's going to take an awfully big tag. We may have to keep looking.

heehee. I haz a puppy. And I wuvz him as big as the whole wide world. :D

Happy Mamba iz happy.

:D

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Promoted by the Billionaire Blog Tour & Giveaway


Hello, and welcome to the final day of our mini-blog tour! We’re celebrating the release of our hot and sexy m/m anthology, Promoted by the Billionaire. Today, we thought we’d share some “first kiss” excerpts to get your blood flowing.

We’re also giving away a $35 Total E-Bound gift card. Leave a comment to be entered into our drawing, and check out our previous stops at Coffee and Porn in the Morning and Joyfully Jay for more chances to enter.

Flowers for Him, by Marie Sexton and Rowan Speedwell

“It’s sensual, isn’t it?”
My pulse raced faster, and I had to clear my throat to ask, “Sensual?” My voice caught on the word. Images flashed through my mind—bare skin and bodies entwined. The feeling of flesh against flesh. The way he held his charcoal pencil.
He took a step towards me.
Then another.
“Art is a lot like sex. It’s intimate and personal. It’s about being laid bare. About pushing boundaries. It’s about making our senses come alive.” Another step, and I backed up and ran into the boardroom table. “Sensual,” he went on, smiling at me in a way that made me feel like he was a cat and I was a mouse. “In fact, painting always turns me on a bit, you know? Leaves me feeling…” One more step, and he was right in front of me, so close I could see the paint specks on his glasses. I could see that his eyes were green, and even I couldn’t deny what they were telling me.
“Feeling how?” My voice was hoarse and husky, and his smile became almost predatory.
“Horny as hell, to be honest.” He took the last step, leaving us chest to chest. “Like you.”
“No—” I tried to say.
But then he kissed me.
*****

Designs for Him, by Noelle Keaton

“I’m still grateful you took the time to invite me to lunch.”

Jon stuck out his hand for Warren to shake, and the moment Warren grasped it, a tingle shot up his arm and he could feel his cock begin to stir. He let go of Jon’s hand, but the two men took a step closer together, as if the mere touch had created a magnetic force between them.

“This isn’t a good idea—” But before Warren could finish, Jon’s mouth was on his with his tongue caressing the edges of his lips, setting them on fire. Before he knew it, he had his arms around Jon’s waist, returning the kisses with equal quickness and fervour. Gripping Jon’s firm body and pulling him closer, Warren couldn’t tell if the throbbing cock was his own or the other man’s. Sliding his hand down between them, Warren cupped the tightness between Jonathan’s legs and gently squeezed, enjoying the moan of pleasure and surrender that followed.

*****
Surrendered to Him, by Sara York
Storm cleared his throat and moved towards the bathroom. He turned around to ask where the towels were but Keoni was right there. For a short second fear filled Storm, then Keoni was touching him, his hand on Storm’s waist, pulling them closer. Their lips met in a fevered kiss. Storm pressed his chest against Keoni’s, loving the height of the man and his muscular bulk. Storm was thin with lean muscles, Keoni was big, his body filled with little dips and valleys from his ripped form.
Keoni pushed him backwards into the bathroom and shut the door. He had Storm pressed against the wall, his hips rocking forward slightly, causing their hardened dicks to rub against each other.
The kiss ended and Storm gasped, breathing fast as he searched Keoni’s eyes. The low light from the window was enough for him to see the passion and lust. Slowly, Keoni moved his fingers to the top of Storm’s pants. With deliberate moves he undid the snap then placed his fingers on the zipper. They stared at each other for a long moment before Keoni lowered the zip, pushing Storm’s pants over his rear.
*****
Enough for Him, by Em Woods
“Practise?” Noah’s eyes were blown wide, the dark pupils nearly swallowing the green. His breath came in gasps as Shannon watched him struggle for composure.
Shannon nodded, giving Noah a small tug closer. He slipped his free hand behind Noah’s head, pulled him down and sealed their lips together. Soft. His mouth was so damn soft. Shannon moaned, eyes closed, nipping at lush skin when Noah didn’t open for him. He needed more. “Kiss me. God, kiss me back.”
A warm puff of air brushed his mouth, the only warning before Noah caved. His lips parted and all Shannon registered was the heated welcome of finally being where he should be. Teeth, tongue and lips meshed just as he’d always known they would. Noah’s body curved around him, muscles tight under his palms as he skimmed them along his sides.
Perfection.
That was Noah.
*****
Fly to Him, by JP Bowie
They clinked glasses and their eyes met over the rims as they sipped their drinks. Once again Kevin was momentarily taken aback by how amazing Logan’s eyes were. Blue, but not just blue. Azure would be a better description—and totally beautiful. He could feel his cock continue to react shamelessly, stiffening even more inside his boxers. He gulped at his drink and choked, then began coughing uncontrollably.

Shit almighty. What the hell next?

He was aware that Logan had jumped off the bar stool and was now standing alongside him. He couldn’t believe it when the man started patting him gently on the back.

God, but this is embarrassing. He’ll never want me working on another flight for him!

“Are you all right?” Logan’s voice sounded so concerned and sincere.

Kevin nodded, unable to speak, gasping for breath, his eyes streaming. He almost choked again when he felt strong arms enfold him and he was pressed up against the solid wall of Logan’s chest, the man rubbing his back in small calming circles. Kevin thought maybe the choking fit had killed him—he’d died and gone to heaven—and Logan Maguire was his guardian angel, sent to comfort him, hold him, and from the feel of something very hard pressing against his thigh, do some other very welcome things to him.

He leaned back a little and gazed into Logan’s eyes.

“You sure you’re okay?” The man’s voice was decidedly husky.

“Uh, huh. Very okay...now.”

Logan smiled, then lowered his head slightly and took Kevin’s lips with a kiss that had Kevin pushing himself deeper into Logan’s arms and moaning softly as his head spun from the tingling sensations coursing through his body.

“Oh wow,” he murmured when the pressure on his lips eased up a little. “I never saw that coming.”

And the guy hadn’t even whistled.
*****


Vital to Him, by SL Majors

“I’ll take very good care of you, sir,” Robert promised, reaching for Brenton. He dug one hand into the man’s dark hair, imprisoning him.
“I…”
“I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.” He softly kissed Brenton’s forehead.
Brenton closed his eyes.
With the pad of his thumb, Robert traced Brenton’s lips, a hint and a promise.
At first, Robert was gentle, his lips the mere ghost of a kiss. As Brenton relaxed, no longer holding his body tense, Robert became more insistent, using his tongue to gain entrance to Brenton’s mouth.
The other man tasted of surrender and liquor, an intoxicating combination. Robert had to restrain his passion, recognising this was new to Brenton. He was generally the aggressor, as Robert had seen. So someone else taking the lead had to be at least somewhat mind-blowing.
Robert looked forwards to the day Brenton would make the first move. Robert didn’t bottom for many people, but he would be glad to have the hot and sexy Brenton Marston up his ass.
It took only a few seconds for Brenton to respond to the kiss. Happily, Robert increased the intensity, demanding more as he pried the other man’s mouth farther apart and drove his tongue in deeper.
Brenton groaned. Emboldened, Robert used his tongue to simulate the sex act, going in, pulling back. He skimmed a hand across Brenton’s chest, finding a nipple and dragging a thumbnail across it.
Brenton arched, but his cry was captured in their kiss.
Oh, yeah. The man liked this. Fucking him was going to be a pleasure.
*****

I hope we managed to raise your blood pressure, at least a little. As you can probably guess, many of those kisses lead right into something way hotter than a mere kiss, but you’ll have to buy the book if you want the good bits!

Promoted by the Billionaire is available now from Total E-Bound.
You can BUY IT HERE.

Promoted by the Billionaire will be available from other retailers (i.e. Amazon and ARe) on April 29th.

You can also check out Nancy Adam’s blog all this week for story excerpts.

Thanks very much to Amara for letting us invade her blog today! 

Monday, March 25, 2013

Brita Addams Tour & Giveaway

Back for a visit today is the lovely Brita Addams, celebrating her new book Tarnished Gold with way cool giveaway goodies. Way cool stuff, like a Kindle and whatnot.

That's waaay cool.

So, be sure and say hello, check everything out, aaaaand... good luck!

Brita my dear... welcome back! Congrats on the new book!



Giveaway:
Ebook giveaways at each stop. Random commenter's choice from my backlist (Tarnished Gold excluded)

Signed 8x10 glossies of Jack Abadie

Grand Prize is a Kindle, along with the winner's choice of five (5) of my backlist titles, sent to them by email.

Rules: 
Easy. Leave a comment at one or all the stops. At each stop, a random commenter will be selected to win their choice of backlist book (Tarnished Gold excluded.) This selection will be made daily throughout the tour, except where blog owners wish to extend the eligibility. Be sure to leave an email address in your comment. 

All names of commenters and their email addresses will be put into the drawing for the Kindle, even if they have won the daily drawing. The more comments you make the more chances you have to win.

Other prizes include five (5) 8x10 glossies of Jack Abadie, signed. The winners will be selected on April 10, from all the commenters at all the stops, and notified by email.

The Grand Prize winner will be selected on April 10th and notified by email. Once I have heard from the winner and obtained a shipping address, I will order the Kindle and have it shipped directly to the winner. 

They will also be eligible to select five (5) of my backlist titles and I will email them to the winner.

For other stops on the tour, please visit my blog.

Hollywood's Golden Age

With the writing of my novel, Tarnished Gold, I did a tremendous amount of research. My interest in the golden age of Hollywood is longstanding. As a young girl, I learned of my father's interest in the early age of films. He loved Chaplin and Pickford, the slapstick comedy of Charlie Chase and Buster Keaton, and the melodrama of the silent films.

I sat on the sofa with him and watched, even from the age when I had no idea that I was watching something quite old. I fell in love with the early talkies and when I was old enough to read, I devoured biographies of stars long dead. I remember imitating the affected speech, something created during the transition between silents and talkies.

Upon embarking on the writing of Tarnished Gold, I harkened back to the knowledge I possessed and found it woefully lacking. My friend Damon Suede proved invaluable in his knowledge and led me toward a treasure trove of books that focused upon the topic most close to my story—homosexuality in Hollywood during the golden age.

Some years ago, I became aware of William Haines, a gay actor from the 1920s and '30s. I read William Mann's book, Wisecracker, a wonderful account of Billy's Haines life. During that reading, I fell in love with Billy, for he was an amazing man, with insight and forward thinking at a time when he played silly parts in collegiate romps.

I watched several YouTube videos of Billy, so that I could get a sense of the man—his voice, his manner. One such video was an appearance on the Jack Benny Show. I was treated to a wonderful look at Billy's sense of humor, albeit scripted, and his very natural smile and the twinkle in his eyes. I also enjoyed hearing his voice, which was much more natural than in some of his films.

From the start, I wanted to create my character, Jack Abadie, with Billy Haines in mind, as an homage to the man who is arguably, the bravest actor Hollywood has ever known and I refashioned some of them in Tarnished Gold.

Hollywood was very different in those days. Freewheeling, where people worked hard and played harder. They gave little care for propriety or moderation. With that attitude, scandal struck often.

The studio publicity departments worked overtime to cover up the rampant scandals. In 1920 in Paris, Olive Thomas, wife of fellow heroin addict Jack Pickford (brother of Mary,) ingested mercury bicholoride and died. In September, 1920, Robert Harron died of a gunshot wound. Rumors had it that he shot himself after he lost a role in a D.W. Griffith film to Richard Barthelmess. Even after his death, the rumor raged that Harron was involved in a homosexual triangle on the Griffith set.

In 1921, Fatty Arbuckle was accused of the rape and murder of Virginia Rappe, a young woman with a sketchy past. Rappe was assaulted with a champagne bottle and died several days later of a ruptured bladder and Peritonitis. No one saw Arbuckle assault the young woman, the details of which came out over the course of three trials. Ultimately, Arbuckle was acquitted, but by then, the scandal had irreparably damaged his career. He died in disgrace in 1933.

A concurrent scandal, one which has fascinated me for many years, was the death of director William Desmond Taylor. Someone shot him to death on February 9, 1922, in his own home, shortly after a visit from drug addicted Mabel Normand. Taylor was in love with Normand and tried, to no avail, to ease Normand away from her $2,000 a month cocaine habit. He warmed her against the company she kept, but she refused to listen. She died in 1930 after a reoccurrence of tuberculosis, brought on by her addition.

With the death of Wallace Reid in 1923, Hollywood lost a beloved actor. Reid had been injured while filming a scene on a train and consequently took morphine for the pain. His subsequent addiction caused his death at age 31. And then there was the mysterious death of prominent director Thomas Ince, aboard William Randolph Hearst's yacht. There was a question whether Ince was having an affair with Marion Davies, Hearst's paramour, or was it Charlie Chaplin. Ince died of a gunshot wound and the murderer was never found. Or rather, no one ever 'fessed up.

It was amid this atmosphere that the public decided that they wanted Hollywood to clean up its act and with that, the attitude changed toward everything not considered mainstream.

Remember the old sit-coms and movies where there were twin beds and if the couple was close, feet had to be on the floor? That came out of the morals clauses instituted by the Hays Office in the late 1920s. Those clauses and strict production codes stayed in place until 1968 (ah, I remember it well!)

I depict the affects of the changes in Tarnished Gold. Jack Abadie is confronted with the morals clauses and production codes and his answer was not the usual.

In reality, many actors and actresses went underground, refusing to make public appearances. Popular star Ramon Novarro, Rudolph Valentino's heir apparent in Hollywood, became a recluse, hiding away in his Laurel Canyon home, after he refused Louis B. Mayer's edict to marry or else.

Hollywood as we see it today, a time of anything goes, was not as such in the early days. Tarnished Gold tells the unvarnished story of those days and the way attitudes twisted truths and tried to make men and women something they weren't. It is also the story of a brave man who saw the world quite differently.

Here's the blurb for Tarnished Gold:

In 1915, starstruck Jack Abadie strikes out for the gilded streets of the most sinful town in the country—Hollywood. With him, he takes a secret that his country hometown would never understand. 

After years of hard work and a chance invitation to a gay gentlemen's club, Jack is discovered. Soon, his talent, matinee idol good looks, and affable personality propel him to the height of stardom. But fame breeds distrust. 

Meeting Wyatt Maitland turns Jack’s life upside down. He wants to be worthy of his good fortune, but old demons haunt him. Only through Wyatt's strength can Jack face that which keeps him from being the man he wants to be. Love without trust is empty. 

As the 1920s roar, scandals rock the movie industry. Public tolerance of Hollywood's decadence has reached its limit. Under pressure to clean up its act, Jack’s studio issues an ultimatum. Either forsake the man he loves and remain a box office darling, or follow his heart and let his shining star fade to tarnished gold.

Read an excerpt and purchase the Tarnished Gold ebook or print, signed by the author (if one of the first twenty sold.)

I also have For Men Like Us, which takes place during the Regency in England. You can find it at Dreamspinner Press. Just click the title to be magically transported.

Blurb for For Men Like Us:

After Preston Meacham’s lover dies trying to lend him aid at Salamanca, hopelessness becomes his only way of life. Despite his best efforts at starting again, he has no pride left, which leads him to sell himself for a pittance at a molly house. The mindless sex affords him his only respite from the horrors he witnessed.

The Napoleonic War left Benedict Wilmot haunted by the acts he was forced to commit and the torture he endured at the hands of a superior, a man who used the threat of a gruesome death to force Ben to do his bidding. Even sleep gives Ben no reprieve, for he can’t escape the destruction he caused.

When their paths cross, Ben feels an overwhelming need to protect Preston from his dangerous profession. As he explains, “The streets are dangerous for men like us.” 

About Brita Addams:

Born in Upstate New York, Brita Addams has made her home in the sultry south for many years. Brita's home is a happy place, where she lives with her real-life hero, her husband, and a fat cat named Stormee.
She writes, for the most part, erotic historical romance, both het and m/m, which is an ideal fit, given her love of British and American history. 

Setting the tone for each historical is important. Research plays an indispensible part in the writing of any historical work, romance or otherwise. A great deal of reading and study goes into each work, to give the story the authenticity it deserves.

As a reader, Brita prefers historical works, romances and otherwise. She believes herself born in the wrong century, though she says she would find it difficult to live without air conditioning.

Brita and her husband love to travel, particularly cruises and long road trips. They completed a Civil War battlefield tour a couple of years ago, and have visited many places involved in the American Revolutionary War.

In May, 2013, they are going to England for two weeks, to visit the places Brita writes about in her books, including the estate that inspired the setting for her Sapphire Club series. Not the activities, just the floor plan. J

A bit of trivia – Brita pronounces her name, B-Rita, like the woman's name, and oddly, not like the famous water filter.

Please visit me at any of these online locations:

Twitter: @britaaddams

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Imagine a World Without Hate

I saw this video this morning, Cherie Noel had tweeted it. It's so fabulous, I had to post it. In all my Places. I couldn't leave the blog out, so .... share here too.



*goosebumps*

So fabulous.




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