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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

#Interview: Rite of Summer by @TessBowery



Tess has been a fan of historical fiction since learning the Greek and Roman myths at her mother's knee. Now let loose on a computer, she's spinning her own tales of romance and passion in a slightly more modern setting. Her work in the performing arts has led to a passion for the theatre and dance in all its forms, and been the inspiration for her current books. Tess lives on the east coast, with her partner of fifteen years and two cats who should have been named 'Writer's Block' and 'Get Off the Keyboard, Dammit.'

Tess can be found reblogging over on tessbowery.tumblr.com, twittering, and talking about writing in general and her books specifically over at www.tessbowery.com.

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1.What is your story's heat level? How do you approach the sex scenes?

Rite of Summer is red hot. The book opens partway through an explicit M/M sex scene, and I managed to work ‘prick’ into the first sentence. I’m probably a little bit prouder of that than I should be.

Sex scenes, for me, are a vital part of a relationship story. The way characters approach each other, the experiences and baggage and desires coming in with each person in the scene make a huge difference to the way the acts unfold. Done right, a sex scene can be incredibly revealing of character, because it is this gorgeous moment where a person teeters on the edge of naked vulnerability.

So when it comes to writing approach, I come at them like I do for pretty much anything else. I have notes on what needs to be accomplished in order to move the characters through the scene, both physically and emotionally. Who is open, who is scared? Is someone lying, pretending to be something they’re not, or are the masks about to come off? How is that going to affect their reactions, their desires, and what they need out of each particular encounter?

The worst part is trying to keep track of where everyone’s hands are and what they’re doing, especially in ménage scenes. Pronouns are a mess when you have three men in a bed together and you’re trying to keep all the limbs accounted for.


2.How do you maintain activity as a writer when sitting at a desk all day?

I’m a huge fan of yoga, especially now that there are so many videos up for free on youtube. I try and do a class a day (emphasis on the ‘try’, I promise you), and it’s so easy to roll off my chair, call up a 15-minute video and go. It gets the blood flowing, even if you just take a five-minute break every so often to breathe deeply and roll out your shoulders, and you can wobble and fall over as much as you need to because you’re in the privacy of your own home.

(This all sounds good, but it would be much less impressive if you knew that I actually do a lot of the slow stretching classes rather than the whole-body-hot-yoga-headstand-whatsits. I’m not that bendy.)

It’s the social contact that’s my biggest problem with working from home; the isolation from other human beings gets old after a few days of hibernation. That’s when the coffee shop and the day job become so helpful.


3. What is it that you loved about the main characters in your story?

That they’re able to be emotional, and in some cases, show some vulnerability. We’ve developed this toxic view of masculinity over the past 150 years or so that really requires men to be these stoic walls of strength; that can be so damaging! It’s just as bad as the notion that all women are balls of nerves who cry at the drop of a hat. Real people are so much more complex and varied than that, and not that long ago, men were still encouraged to show it.

If you read some of the personal letters that have been preserved from the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, you can really feel the depth of passion and incredible emotion that these men lived with and accepted as natural. I loved being able to bring some of that historical understanding of masculinity into my boys’ inner lives.

Even within that, of course, they’re all varied in their responses. Joshua’s an introvert and he keeps a lot of things bubbling low beneath the surface, while Stephen is more likely to let it all bleed out. His problem is that he’s too emotional, without enough of a handle on how to control them, rather than letting them control him.

And Evander… he’s a hedonist, but even he has his wounds and scars that surface from time to time. He’s entertaining to write, even if I wouldn’t necessarily want to hang out with him in real life.


4.What do you feel is your strongest type of writing? Humor? Angst? Confrontation scenes? Action? Sex? Sensuality? Sweet Romance? And why?


A beta reader and close friend of mine described my usual best trope as ‘everyone’s smart but no-one has their shit together,’ which sounds about right. I don’t enjoy writing confrontation and angst, for the most part—I keep wanting to bang the characters’ heads together to make them get over themselves and get back to the fluff! –but when I do, those elements seem to be pretty effective.

I find action scenes the easiest to write. They pop into my head almost cinematically, and the words jump from my fingers to the keyboard. Whether that makes them my biggest strength, I’m not sure! Reviews I’ve had on previous works have mentioned my pacing as a plus, along with the way I break angst-tension with humor, so I think I’ll let my readers speak for me there. I certainly trust their judgment on that one better than my own!


5. Are you social media savvy? If so what do you suggest for others? If not, why not?


I don’t think of myself as particularly social media savvy. I use Twitter, I have a sadly neglected blog, and I spend way too much of my online time on Tumblr, but I’m not very good at tapping into zeitgeists or memes, or accumulating follower numbers. I tend to find people who are interesting to chat with, and get derailed off of the supposed goal of self-promotion. So on the one hand, I have made some amazing friends who I hope will be friends of mine for years to come. On the other hand, I have no idea how many of them are going to be interested in buying my books!

I’m not generally the best person to follow for advice on this sort of thing. I keep reading these lists of how to improve your SEO, and how to promote yourself on Goodreads without looking like you’re self-promoting and so forth… and as far as I can tell, that does work well for some authors. But then I end up getting sidetracked by a discussion of Chris Evans’ shoulder-to-waist ratio, or whether aliens would have a concept of capitalism, and all my career-oriented intentions go out the window.

All that to say, social media can work incredibly well, for those who have the tenacity and the skill to use it. I don’t think I can promote any one network over another, since the landscape and target markets are always shifting. I do know that a huge number of romance writers and editors hang out on Twitter, so that’s probably a good place to start. Readers should follow me there or on Tumblr, and we can chat about Victorian era nipple piercings, or whether Captain America could beat Batman in the Hunger Games.

(Honestly, it’s a miracle I ever finish a manuscript.)

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6. What are some things from your life or things you have observed that you've infused into your stories?

One of my secondary characters, Lady Horlock, was originally based on a member of my thesis committee. (She changed somewhat as I revised my drafts. She’s more of a senior Jamie Lee Curtis in my head now.) Is that the sort of thing you mean?

On a less specific note, I suppose my own age and orientation. Being LBGT and growing up in the 80s and 90s was a very different universe; things certainly weren’t as accepting as they are now. And that’s saying quite a lot, considering how many problems we still have to fight. I came of age in the middle of the AIDS epidemic, when friends were dying, no-one in the queer community had any kind of legal protections, and sex education was essentially ‘if you have sex, you will die.’

There’s a kind of fear that comes with that, along with the pressures to stay in the closet, that also generates a kind of desperation and a need to cling to happiness whenever you can find it.
I think that has some resonance with the time period and relationships I choose to write about. The stakes are incredibly high, and emotions run high in response. It’s that sex/risk/passion/seize the moment sort of thing that I find so compelling.


7. If you had an unlimited budget, where would you like to visit for story-related research?


Northern Italy, hands down. The Lombard League (13th century) is the setting for a manuscript that I’ve been poking at on and off, and I would love to get a real feel for the region; what the air smells like, what the land looks like, and all those things that make a scene really come to life. Not to mention being able to get my hands on some of the archival materials from the right era and region!

It took me something like five months of emails back and forth with the Vatican library and various city archives in Italy until I finally managed to get my hands on a single charter that I needed for that book; imagine how much more I could find if I could get there in person! There’s so much in little regional museums and archives that haven’t yet been scanned or documented, and knowing that the information is out there and I don’t have it yet is killing me slowly.



8. Any fun facts about the research for your book?

Joshua, one of my heroes, has the piercing that we call a Prince Albert today – sometimes called a ‘dressing ring’. (A male genital piercing that goes in through the urethra and out just behind the glans.) I’d come across a handful of oblique references to erotic piercings in the Victorian era, and some speculation about the Georgian, so I threw it in there as a fun character item for a man who presents at first as very straight-laced and maybe even a little prim. My editor asked me whether it was an anachronism or not, and that sent me right down the rabbit hole!

It turns out that Prince Albert himself probably didn’t have any kind of genital piercings; that apocryphal story was most likely created out of whole cloth by Doug Malloy, one of the founders of modern body piercing. He went through a lot of what have now become the standard modern body piercings and gave them names and backstories that would make them seem more legitimately rooted in older traditions. He was involved with Jim Ward in the creation of Gauntlet, the world’s first body piercing studio, back in the 1970s.

When I found that, of course, I started digging and came across references to Victorian women with nipple piercings. Now the Victorians had an amazing interest in kink, as we can see from some of the surviving erotica from the era (the magazine The Pearl has been fully digitized and is available online, for the curious, but there is a lot of heavy bondage and rape fantasy in there. So be warned!). Whether the nipple rings were fantasy or something that was actually performed is less certain, but they certainly enjoyed the thought.

I ended up tracing all kinds of Victorian and Georgian kink from there, including letters between lovers discussing the various merits of anal sex with or without lube (or as Dr. Rictor Norton puts it, “spit and persistence”), through to antique pop-up wooden dildos. I ended up tracing nipple piercings and penis piercings through the Royal Navy and then to the East India Company, and contact with India, Borneo and the Phillippines. My google and google-scholar search histories were kind of amazing for a while.

And Joshua got to keep his ring.


9. Finally, tell us a little about your newest release!

I have to be self-indulgent here and give you the formal rundown. It helps if you think of it in the movie announcer voice.

The year is 1810. Rising stars Stephen Ashbrook (violinist, incurable romantic) and Evander Cade (composer, lothario, social climber) have been invited to a house party in the English countryside. What the other guests don’t know is that Ashbrook and Cade are lovers, and that their passions extend to including others in their erotic games. Joshua Beaufort (painter, introvert) lusts after Ashbrook; when invited to bed, he cannot resist. Once he has a taste, he can only crave more.

Secrets like theirs can’t be kept for long in such close quarters, however, and the threat of exposure and rising tensions in London may threaten everything they once held dear.


I loved working with characters who aren’t your usual Dukes and Marquesses. The artistic community in 19th century England was an incredibly vibrant and diverse group of creatives, many of them based in and around Chelsea. They had this fantastic access to the homes of the wealthy and powerful, without actually being among that upper level of society, and that lends itself to amazing opportunities for intrigue and tension.

Rite of Summer is both my newest release and my first with Samhain, so it’s been an incredibly exciting journey all around!



Come by www.tessbowery.com on June 2nd,  7 pm Eastern Time, to join me in the chatroom for the release party! I’ll have giveaways and prizes as well as interviews and a social hour. I look forward to seeing everyone!

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Excerpt:

Joshua lowered himself into the armchair in his room, and loosened his cravat with a peevish snap.

“That bad, was it?” Sophie asked from the chair opposite, her legs curled under her. She closed the book in her hands, tucking it into her lap. It said something that he wasn’t the least bit surprised by her presence, though by all rights he should have been appropriately scandalized. He could always tell her to leave, as though that would do any good. The girl was like a cat; she went where she pleased and did what she liked, and woe betide anyone but her employer who tried to force her otherwise. 

“I had no idea,” Joshua said, checking first to be sure the door was most securely closed, “that her ladyship had such strong opinions about the idea of gas lighting.”

“Ooh, yes, did she get on about that again?” Sophie replied with a pleased grin. “’Those gas lines will be a blight on the city,’” she imitated bitingly. “’They’re an invitation to treachery and a first stage toward a new Gunpowder Plot,’ to hear her go on. And did you know,” she asked rhetorically, the light of mischief in her eyes, “that they’re sinful as well? Apparently Our Lord and Savior would prefer candlelight.”

“Lord save us from the march of progress,” Joshua sighed, and rubbed his forehead. Exhaustion nipped around the edges of his eyes, his shoulders aching. “You were quite right, by the way.” He glanced up at Sophie, not too tired to add to her amusement. “Lady Chalcroft’s got her eye set on Coventry for her eldest. The two of them would set on her rivals like a pair of wild dogs if they thought it would get her a hand-span closer to a coronet.”



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Friday, May 8, 2015

#BookBlast A Vixen in Venice by @KateDeveaux

Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. A former wedding planner, she has always been “in love” with love! Kate is currently working on several fictional stories – each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. She currently resides with her husband in the U.S.

When Kate is not busy writing, she can be found on the tennis court –yes, there’s even ‘love’ in that game too.
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Blurb:
He’s an art thief on the run...with her heart

Look closer, into Hotel Totally Five Star Venice, where art curator Monique Le Bres has just
walked through the doors of the newly opened swanky luxury hotel to assist with their art
collection.

Alessandro Bonnard, the world-renowned art connoisseur and collector has been sent incognito to supervise Monique and oversee her acquisitions for the hotel.

Concealing his true identity, Alessandro is intrigued by the art-loving vixen with an appetite for kinky sex. He pursues Monique, charming her at every turn — taking her to places she’s never been — both in and out of bedroom.

Monique falls hard for the man who has utterly captured her body and soul. Only to find out he isn’t who she thought he was after all...he’s an art thief on the run...with her heart.

Excerpt:
Smiling, the hotel clerk handed her the large gold room key.

“Signorina Le Bres, benvenuti a Venezia.” She welcomed Monique warmly. “Signor Amatus will be here un momento to escort you to your suite.”

The mix of English and Italian words was enchanting to Monique, so far from the small dirt filled town back in Kansas that she’d dragged herself out so many years ago where the only foreign language spoken was pig Latin if you were lucky and grow up on the right side of the tracks. Monique hadn’t even been that lucky, the rusted out trailer she’d shared with her mother couldn’t have been further from the right side of anything.

“Grazie.” Monique took the gold key, noting how large and heavy it was in the palm of her hand.

Almost ominous of what lay ahead. No slick electronic keys at this hotel. No, this was one hundred percent Italian luxury. The key began to heat in her grasp as she glanced around for the man who was supposed to greet her.

The elevator door dinged, catching her attention.

Monique’s mouth dropped open. A good looking twenty-something man dressed in employee issued suit exited. His robust laughter had caught her attention with his momentarily flirtation with a sexy young woman dressed in the hotel uniform that made Monique smirk as the man patted her ass when he passed. A first rate flirter for sure, she made a mental note to steer clear.

Monique’s smirk turned into a frown as the man kept walking straight towards Monique.

“There he is, Signor Amatus,” the clerk behind the counter called to Monique while she stood somewhat transfixed as the flirter approached. He really was young. Could he really be her supervisor? Not at all what she’d been expecting. Maybe mid twenties if she was generous.

Barely legal age back in the states and good ten to fifteen years younger than her she was quite sure.

“Ah, Signorina Le Bres...”

“Yes, I am Monique Le Bres.” She extended her hand. He wasted no time sliding it into his and reaching it to his mouth. Pausing before kissing the back of her palm, his gaze stayed fixed on hers.

“Incantanto,” his words almost a whisper.

These Italian men were skilled at the art of flirtation; there was no denying that. But the sooner she made it clear to him that she was all work and no play the better it would be for both of them.

“I am Donovan Amatus, please allow me welcome to you to Hotel Totally Five Star Venezia. I am sure you will be molto comfortable here.”

The wicked glint in his eyes made her blush and fume at the same time. “I’m the new art
curator,” Monique scrambled to say something, trying not blurt out what she was really thinking.

That it was actually both flattering and maddening all at the same time to be flirted with by this young stud with the wandering eyes only moments after her arrival at the hotel.

“I know, si. Art Curator,” he said, releasing her hand but not before running it lightly over his lips.

“I will be your liaison while you are here, answer any questions you have. Work with you side by side. Fianco a fianco,” he repeated the words in Italian, his tone so intimate that she was lost for a moment as she studied his nametag.

Donovan Amatus, Del controllo qualità.

Quality Control Manager. A vague memory of her letter of employment and that name stuck
in her head but she was damned if she could reconcile the young man in front of her with
her supervisor. Surely there had been some mix up. This young man couldn’t possibly be
supervising her and the forty million euro budget the CEO had entrusted her with.

“The key Signorina?” he prompted.

Speechless she just stood there.

“La chiave, the key, per favore?” He repeated and then reached to take the key from her grip.

“Follow me Signorina Le Bres.”

“Oh, please call me Monique.”

“You Americans are so friendly,” he said with a smile as he led her toward the elevator, placing his hand firmly around her waist.

Summoning her most professional demeanor she slipped from his hold and stepped into the
elevator.

“I am sure you will be very happy working here at the hotel Totally Five Star Venezia.” He said as he punched the fifth floor button.

Monique tried to focus on what she was there for, her dream job and not the leering eyes of her so-called supervisor. “Yes, I’m sure I will. Mr. Conroy’s letter of employment said I could start to work tomorrow.”

“Assolutamente,” he confirmed. “Tomorrow. But first I show you your room, bene?”

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Tuesday, May 5, 2015

#BookBlast: Archangel by @JamieRSalisbury

Writing romance stories with passion and sass, Jamie Salisbury has seen several of her books soar to #1 on Amazon. Her novella, Tudor Rubato was a finalist in the 2012 RONE (Reward of Novel Excellence) awards. The cover won for Best Contemporary Cover. Now in 2014, her novel, Life and Lies was nominated for a RONE in the Erotica category. Her books are both self-published and now include several published through Secret Cravings Publishing.

Music, traveling and history are among her passions when not writing. Her previous career in public relations in and around the entertainment field has afforded her with a treasure trove of endless story ideas.
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Blurb:
Archangel. A musical angel hiding in the dusty, smoke-filled London clubs, she performs with reckless abandon. Few know the woman behind the mask she adorns.

Mary Tudor, twin sister to Amadeus Tudor - a well-known rock star- has all but given up her
up and coming photography business to become the personal photographer, and fiancé to
Daniel Kennedy. Daniel, a world renowned violinist, is one of the few who knows Mary's secret.

Together they scheme to devise a way for her to fulfill a secret dream.

Postponing their wedding until after Daniel's much anticipated European tour, Mary juggles
many jobs. One however alludes her every month. Motherhood.

Making unannounced, surprise appearances during Daniel's tour, the mysterious Archangel
rules the concert stage. Suddenly everyone wants to know who this masked woman is. Fans clamor for more, the press want to know every detail about her, and a few others are sure Daniel Kennedy is quite aware at who this phenomenon is. And if that weren't enough drama, a sinister enigma from her brother's past threatens both her future and her life.

Will Archangel's identity be revealed as planned, or will the chaos of Amadeus' past catch up to them?

Excerpt:
Donning my mask I walked next to him in silence. Peering out through the curtains I could see the wall of fog rising. I waited for Danny's cue, his playing to begin. As he did, I stepped out from behind the curtains and into the fog.

The mystique fit the rock number perfectly and by the time the stage cleared all spots were on the two of us. All our hours of practice had come down to this one moment. Our playing meshed perfectly, flawlessly.

As Danny and Ben had pretty much put the skids on letting me make my entrance through the audience this time. This stalker or whoever he was. Don Roberts. A part of Amadeus's past, not mine. I needed to be in charge here, and not let some person who had a beef with my sibling try and intimidate me.

Launching into the Paganini number I turned away from Daniel and started towards the set of stairs leading down to the audience. Walking down into the crowd, I made my way up one of the aisles. I knew Ben or one of his guys was behind me. They were so close I could just about feel the body heat.

I walked to the top of the section and cut across to begin my trek back to the stage. By the time I made it to the stage, Danny and I would have plenty of time left until the ending of the piece.

After that Ben could help me make my great escape.

It was on the final path towards the stage. Things became a blur. A face, an arm reaching out, grabbing me. Ben and his guys all around me. I vaguely recalled being whisked away into Danny's dressing room, never getting to finish Paganini. But then Paganini had a flair for the dramatic, and this was certainly that.

The next thing I was truly conscious of was being in Danny's dressing room changing out of my outfit. A knock at the door and Ben entered, a very stern look on his face. Danny of course was finishing his show.

"What happened?"

"He tried to grab you as you were walking back to the stage. You don't remember?"

"Vaguely. I was focused on the music and getting back onto the stage at exactly the right time. Then I saw this man-his face-his hand reaching out to grab me."

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Monday, May 4, 2015

#BookBlast Way to Go by @MandyColtonFic

Mandy Colton is from Louisville, KY, and lives a very quiet life with her husband and teenage son. She’s a fan of romance, fun adventure stories, and some occasional sci-fi or paranormal thrown in. Veronica Lane and the idea for her adventures came from her own experiences and career working in the travel industry.

She claims that working in the travel business could be horribly stressful but was equally laugh-out-loud funny at times. She enjoyed many priceless and comical experiences with groups, friends, and peers. Even her clients shared humorous adventures of their own. Her opinion is that there just are no better stories than those that involve true life.

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Blurb:
Veronica Lane works in the travel industry in her dream job when she experiences a hellish travel day ending in the loss of her job and stranded far from home. To make the situation even worse, she drowns her sorrows in the hotel bar, and wakes the next morning to a big surprise.

Gathering up the remains of her dignity along with her travel bags, she returns to her hometown in Peachtree City, Georgia. A community similar to a progressive Mayberry, except with golf cart paths and carts. A lot of them. Her family is kooky. The parents are sexually free and liberal, her brother is a golf cart cop with more good looks and brawn than brains. Her grandparents, one from each side, live in the same retirement community and maintain a constant battle while entertaining the other senior citizens. The Grandmother on her dad's side is stuck in the 1960’s, and the Grandfather on her mother's side served in WWII and thinks that the Japanese are still trying to kill him.

She calls inquiring about a job in the newspaper, a group escort for a small tour company in Atlanta. She is hired immediately and leaves the next day with her first group to Jamaica. First, she meets a handsome pilot with the charter airline they use, and then there is one unusual group participant that doesn’t seem to belong. He leaves the group for periods of time and when things happen, he uses MacGyver like skills to get them out of the situations. She is aggravated and knows something is fishy and the bad thing is, the man is very charismatic and she’s not just a little attracted to him.

Upon their return, she finds out that the man is friends with her rather unconventional boss and after a second unusual group excursion to Puerto Rico; she knows for sure that the little tour company in Atlanta is not really what it seems on the outside. When the truth is revealed, she finds herself unintentionally dropped into a new career that she can't exactly add to her resume.

Veronica finds herself in uncomfortable and hilarious situations, surrounded by crazy tour participants, family, friends, neighbors, and pets. After a long dry spell, she finds that there is suddenly an overabundance of romance, drama, and intrigue in her life. Her life is now a sometimes very bumpy, yet exciting ride.

Excerpt:
“Hey, guys. What’s up? Is the bar not open?”

The two elderly ladies in the group walked up next to me. The one named Zelda said, “Well, ain’t that a peculiar-lookin’ bathin’ suit on that man. Looks almost nude.”

Then the man turned around, and I gasped.

Zelda’s travel companion, Ruby, craned her neck, blinked a couple of times, and said, “Zelda, is that what I think it is?”

“Yup, I’m bettin’ my tummy tuck it is. From here, it don’t hardly look like one. Wouldn’t think he’d want the whole world to know God gave him a dinky one like that.”

O-mi-god! He wasn’t the only one like…that at the beach bar. And they were mostly middle-aged or older. Oh, my poor eyes.

When I was finally able to speak, I squeaked out, “Excuse me, folks. I have to go check something out. Be right back.”

I heard a snigger behind me, and I didn’t have to guess who it came from. I ran past Chuckles to the front desk and asked for the manager again. I had a little trouble getting my breath and was beginning to hyperventilate, so I reached down, grabbed my knees, and stuck my head between my legs. At least blue would be a new color for my face today. Shit!


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