Thursday, November 7, 2013

THE LOVERS & LIARS GAY ROMANCE TOUR

It's an honor to welcome author and editor Paul Alan Fahey on my blog today. Welcome, Paul!



Hi, Iyana, and a warm hello to your readers and writers at Iyana’s Rainbow. I’m Paul Fahey and I write the historical gay romance series, LOVER’S & LIARS WARTIME SERIES. I also dabble in gay nonfiction so thought I might start off by telling you about THE OTHER MAN: 21 Writers Speak Candidly About Sex, Love, Infidelity, & Moving On.

Please don’t forget if you comment on my post, you’ll stand a good chance of winning an e-book of THE OTHER MAN and also put your hat in the ring for a copy of BOMBER’S MOON, the first novella in my series. (BTW I don’t write novel length books. All of my books in the series are novellas.

Since it’s November, I’m participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), so I just might make a novel happen. We’ll just have to see how far I get. Stay tuned.

I really enjoy getting email, so if you’d like to visit my website, http://www.paulalanfahey.com, I’d love to hear from you.

Here’s a short synopsis of THE OTHER MAN. Not to brag, but our anthology is a “2013 Rainbow Award Finalist” in the UK, so I’ve got fingers crossed for the 21 writers who contributed to the book, myself included. Oh, all of my books are published by JMS Books, a wonderful LGBT publisher. Do take a look at the wonderful writers, Iyana included who are published through JMS Books.



THE OTHER MAN anthology is a collection of personal essays by and about gay men and their relationships. If you’ve ever been the other man, had him invade your life, or if you’re just plain curious about this beguiling, sexy and unpredictable creature, then this anthology of personal essays is for you. Twenty–one of our most acclaimed authors--many Lambda Award Winners and Finalists, such as Rob Byrnes, Jeff Mann, Tom Mendicino, Erik Orrantia, Felice Picano, and David Pratt, write candidly about either being the other man, suffering the other man or having their relationships tested by infidelity. What we learn from these gifted authors is we must take heart, that it does get better and one day our luck is bound to change. We’ll survive the bumps and detours in our relationships and weather the storms, or we resolve to move on. Hopefully, along the way, we’ll meet someone new and simpatico, maybe even our long awaited soul mate, and life is indeed good again. Or is it? 

Want More? Here’s a short excerpt from “Husbands” by Austin Bunn:

This is how I find Daniel in my memory: naked, in my closet, on the phone with his wife.
“Are you in a tunnel?” I heard her ask. “You sound strange.”
“I’m driving with the windows up,” Daniel said. “Love you.” He flung the phone onto the pile of his clothing and slid next to me on the bed, his eyes closed, an over-eager smile warming his face.
Daniel’s photograph, the one he emailed yesterday, showed him wearing a bad tie and seated in an office chair, the ghostly slap of a computer spreadsheet paling his face. He claimed to be a photographer, for God’s sake. Yet the total inhibition of his picture, the complete lack of self-awareness, was somehow the attraction. Or challenge. Or maybe this was charity. I still don’t know. Here was a man who couldn’t see himself. At least he laughed easily. When he did, he barked upwards, revealing a top row of teeth that came to a point, like the prow of a boat.
Initially, Daniel proposed I visit him at his office building during his lunch hour. This was to be my first encounter in a new city, and the thought of sex on industrial carpeting depressed the hell out of me. Driving to him, anyway, was out of the question. So I invited him over after work. An amuse bouche, I called him. An appetizer. He didn’t get the joke.

He was slim and shorter than me, with tremendously bushy eyebrows. A pelt of black hair covered his body, which I saw as some certification of masculinity, however imaginary. On his Manhunt profile, he said he had “suckable” balls—a straight man’s idea of a gay man’s idea of sexy. I felt like I was providing material to Daniel, fuel for his fantasy life, which I couldn’t help but think, judging by his greediness, occupied increasing real estate in his actual life.

More info, including a longer synopsis of THE OTHER MAN, a different excerpt and buy links for the e book and print versions can be found here:



On to the LOVER’S & LIARS WARTIME SERIES:

I really enjoy writing this series, mainly because I can explore what it might have been like to be a gay couple during the 1940’s in wartime Britain. I have two couples, one gay, one straight, and they get themselves involved in all sorts of trouble. I suppose you can guess by the title of the series, that the couples are spies for the British government…well one character isn’t a spy, but is in love with one who is and he joins the others when things get rather dicey. The first book, BOMBER’S MOON is set in London during the Blitz.

Here’s a short synopsis:

After losing his lover in a tragic motorcar accident, Leslie Atwater goes about the motions but doesn’t really feel alive. Not without Edward. In a time where “one of us” was a euphemism for being gay, Leslie and Edward managed to live a quiet, private life together, but nothing prepares Leslie for a world without his partner. During the day, Leslie works as a clerk in a modest bookshop in central London. By night, he’s an air raid warden in his district responsible for the safety of his “flock.”
In an effort to feel closer to Edward, Leslie spends evenings in his flat reviewing Edward’s portfolio of sketches. Edward had worked as a freelance artist, and his depiction of Londoners suffering through the Blitz appeared daily in The Globe. Leslie discovers irregularities in the sketches from Edward’s final assignment that he simply can’t explain. He begins to question what he was told about Edward’s death, and his investigation leads him down a tangled trail from the center of London to the coast of Great Britain. Tension mounts and nothing is what it seems.
In a showdown with German spies at a lighthouse overlooking the English Channel, bombs fall, people die, and Leslie gets more than he bargains for in his search for the truth behind his lover’s untimely death.


A Short Excerpt from BOMBER’S MOON:

Leslie climbed the stairway to the flat he once shared with Edward. On the landing, he glanced at his reflection in the large, beveled mirror. A thin, haggard-looking
face stared back with blond hair combed straight back, and bifocals, offsetting his deep blue eyes, making them seem more brilliant, larger than they actually were.
“You’re just my type, Les,” Edward had said the night they met. “Sweet, unassuming and sexy as hell.” Leslie was equally drawn to Edward’s olive complexion, his hazel eyes, and jet-black hair. As a couple, they were indeed a study in contrast and once again proved the time worn adage that opposites did attract.

Leslie had learned over the past weeks—were they months? —to make his way in the dark with the aid of a small pocket torch. Lately, he felt as if he were being guided along through the darkness by some unseen hand. How many times had he and Edward come home tipsy from the pub and found the light burned out in the hallway? They’d had to hold on to each other for fear of banging into a table or knocking over a vase, and waking the other tenants from a deep sleep.
Leslie pointed the torchlight at the door lock, turned the key, and heard the click of the latch. He was home.
Everything in Leslie’s world these days was defined by sounds; he was tuned in,
constantly aware of what was happening around him—another gift from the Blitz. With his hand still on the doorknob, he paused and listened. Was that the rumble of a train in the Underground? An ambulance siren in the distance? Simple, everyday, taken for granted street sounds also became magnified. What kind of world was this where even birdsong could seem menacing?

More info, including a longer synopsis, a different excerpt and a buy link for the e book can be found here:


I’ve really gone wild with LOVER’S & LIARS and enjoy the characters so much, especially Caroline, my female protagonist. Caroline is witty and sophisticated and great fun to spend time with. I hope you’ll agree.




I have two sequels in the L & L series published through JMS Books: WEEP NOT FOR THE PAST and A MANX TALE. Both are available as e-book novellas. There’s also a short Christmas story, A CHRISTMAS IN KENT, that continues the storyline through December 1941 and is due from JMS next month.

Info, synopsis and excerpt for WEEP NOT FOR THE PAST:


Info, synopsis and excerpt for A MANX TALE:


Well, more information than you probably needed, but do comment and take a chance on winning e-copies of THE OTHER MAN and BOMBER’S MOON and/or drop me a line on my website.

Thank you, Iyana, for letting me chat today with your readers. And here’s to all the lovers and liars everywhere, and I mean that affectionately.

My best,

Paul

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

In the Spotlight: Jenny Lyn

Please welcome my fellow Evernight author, Jenny Lyn with her new book!





BOOK SUMMARY ~ RIVER RECKONING (TROUBLE IN TRESPASS):

Bond Mason’s roots run deep in the backwoods hamlet of Trespass, Florida. Nestled against the banks of the Suwannee River, the only home she’s ever known holds bittersweet memories of a family long gone. Except one of her ghosts isn’t dead and possessive ex-lover James Kyle wants her back.
U.S. Deputy Marshal Nathan Gates sights are set on capturing fugitive Robert Kyle. Wanted for the cold-blooded murder of a DEA agent, Robert is suspected of being hidden away with his moonshine-brewing, marijuana-growing family of fellow lawbreakers, one of which is his brother, James.
Nathan expected high temperatures when he arrived in Trespass. What he hadn’t counted on is his searing attraction to southern beauty Bond Mason. She winds him around her finger like a tendril of Spanish moss, but his lawman’s intuition tells him she’s hiding secrets too. When he finally convinces her to talk, he’s not prepared for the dark truths she reveals about her hometown.
The Suwannee is deep, but Trespass’s sins run much deeper. For once, Nathan might be in over his head.


Excerpt (Rated R):
Bond rolled to her knees, still smiling, as she untied the sash to her robe. She let it fall open but didn’t shrug it off her shoulders. It parted in slow motion a few inches then stopped, revealing a swath of golden skin down the center of her body, the inviting valley between her breasts and the small patch of dark trimmed curls at the apex of her toned thighs. Nathan stood motionless, taking her in as he tried to decide what he wanted to set his mouth to first.
“Nathan.” Her fingers nervously toyed with the robe’s sash. He gradually raised his gaze to hers, tearing it away from the temptation of her body. “I have a small confession to make.”
His interest was piqued. “I’m listening.”
Color flooded her cheeks. He put one knee on the mattress and kissed her jaw reassuringly. She braced her hands on his biceps, the heat of a sigh warming his ear. “Last night when you were kind of … bossy … I liked it … a lot.”
He grinned. That was some admission. His single-minded cock wholeheartedly approved. It was so hard it threatened to bust through the teeth of his zipper. “You like me telling you what to do, huh?”
She nodded. Her fingers caught the hem of his t-shirt, stripping it over his head. “I like it when you talk.”
“Last night you said I talked too much.”
“I can’t be held accountable for the things I say during incredible sex. I want you to talk.”
Incredible sex. No argument there, it had been. Tonight was going to top that.
The robe slipped off one shoulder exposing her right breast, an enticement impossible to resist. Nathan ducked his head and made a lazy circle around her nipple with the tip of his tongue. It tightened to a stiff peak. He felt her fingers slide through his hair, heard the tiny moan she made in her throat. “Dirty?” he asked against her skin.
“Anything. I want to listen, not think. I like your voice, but if you were saying naughty things it would be even better.”
He chuckled as he eased off the bed. Bond sat back on her heels, resting her hands on her thighs expectantly. “Take your hair down.”
She released the clip, allowing the dark mass to tumble free. When she shook her head, damp curls slid over her shoulders. Nathan reached out and wound a long lock around his fingers, tugging gently. “You’re stunning.” More color flooded her cheeks and neck. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth. “Come closer.”
Rising to her knees, she scooted to the edge of the bed, pressing her chest to his. Nathan caught the lapels of her robe in his fists and pulled it down her arms, trapping them at her sides. He buried his face in her neck, trailing kisses across the tender, fragrant skin. Her scent made him drunk with desire, crazy with need. Never had he been so affected by a woman as he was by Bond. She was like some illicit drug, and he’d become a hopeless addict with one sample.

Author Bio:
I started reading when I was four, thanks to a babysitter who found out the only way to get me to sit still was to put a book in my hand. By the time I entered kindergarten, I’d blown through just about every Little Golden Book ever printed. Ten years later, much to my mother’s dismay, I found her stash of paperback romance novels. She tried to divert me back to something more chaste by buying me Harlequins, but I still snuck copies of her Kathleen Woodiwiss’s and Johanna Lindsey’s when she wasn’t looking. Shanna, The Flame and the Flower, and Fires of Winter will always hold special places in my heart because they introduced me to roguish heroes, headstrong heroines, and the trouble they could get into together.
I live in a swampy little corner of north-central Florida with my family, both the two-legged and four-legged variety. I love to read, run hot and cold in regards to cooking, and I never miss an episode of Justified, Longmire, or Dexter. I guess I like justice in all its various forms.

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Saturday, November 2, 2013

Evernight Readers' Choice Award





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In the Spotlight: Tamsin Baker

My prolific and talented friend, Tamsin Baker, strikes again. Let's welcome her with her new book, Fire Dreams.




Fire Dreams
By Tamsin Baker

m/m contemporary erotic romance. (novella length)

Blurb:
Dylan is living his dream, fighting fires and saving lives. Bruised ribs call for a doctor visit and he meets Zach. The sexy ER surgeon tempts Dylan, with more than the casual one night stands he usually indulges in. However Zach's life means long hours and pressure. He's left wondering if he can cope.

Zach meets the gorgeous young Dylan, who is the answer to his silent prayers. The hardworking Firey is beautiful, smart and funny. What more could he ask for?

But these two shift-workers have no relationship experience. Will their lives get in the way of their new love or could their incredible passion conquer all?

Excerpt:
“We had a pretty big house fire today and Dylan actively participated in two rescues.”
Zach whistled, that was impressive. Either the guy was amazingly strong or had a super hero complex. But why had Simon called him? “So, is he okay?”
Simon pushed open the door to the communal bedroom and lowered his voice. “Yeah, I think so. But after we finished he was complaining of his ribs hurting and he was sweating and stuff. Sorry I got you out to check on him, but he didn’t want to go to the hospital.”
Zach walked closer and hissed in a breath at the fallen angel lying on the bed in front of him. Short, tightly curled golden hair and pale skin, this man was simply beautiful.
He knelt down next to the bed and put his hand up to the man’s sweating brow. His skin was a little sticky, but no fever.
“Hmm?”
The man’s eyes opened and focused on him, the brightness of the blue just as shocking as Zach’s instant reaction to him. Fuck, I’m getting hard over a patient! That’s a first.
He cleared his throat and stayed squatting. “Hi, I’m Doctor Zach Shaw. How are you feeling?”
The man pushed himself up, visibly shaking as he swung his legs over and sat up.
“I’m okay, just cold and… sore.” He put a hand across his ribs and Zach forced himself to stand.
“Simon, can you make some hot tea with sugar for…” Had Simon mentioned the guy’s name? He couldn’t remember now.
“Dylan, I’m Dylan.” The gorgeous angel lifted his hand and Zach took it, feeling the heat of the man’s skin against his, loving the roughened calluses against his smooth palm.
“Can do.” Simon trotted off and Zach reached for the lamp.
“Please don’t, I have a headache.” Dylan’s voice was a little weak but his hand was firm as it wrapped around Zach’s forearm to stop him from turning on the light.
Again, that skin to skin contact was enough to make his cock throb.
“Is that normal for you?” Zach asked his patient as he grabbed a chair and pulled it across the room so that he could sit in front of Dylan.
“Yeah, I don’t always sleep well, and we’ve had a rough day.”
Zach knew that was a bit of an understatement, but chose not to comment. “Can you lift your top? Simon said something about your ribs?”
Dylan nodded slowly, reaching over his head with his right hand and pulling his white T-shirt over his head with one tug, hissing in pain and clutching at his left ribs.
Oh God, the man was simply stunning. Huge, wide, flat pecs, massive shoulders and sculpted abs. Fuck!
“Here, I’m not sure what exactly happened.”
Dylan lifted his arm and pointed to a red patch around ribs seven and eight.
 Zach cleared his throat, feeling for all the world like an inexperienced student with his first hot patient. Away from the hospital, without the cold, bright white walls and his name tag, he felt out of place touching this beautiful man.
“Alright, I’m going to squeeze your ribs from the front and the side in a compression test to cheek for broken ribs. Ready?”
Dylan nodded, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his temple and hitting his chest. Zach wanted to lean down and lick it off and groaned at the inappropriate desire.
“You okay?” Dylan’s question and concerned frown surprised Zach, as did the slightly wide eyed look he had on his face.
“Yeah. It’s just been a long day. Stand up for me could you?”
Dylan nodded again and lifted himself up, sagging a little which made Zach step forward to catch him.

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Friday, November 1, 2013

Spooktacular Giveaway Hop


Welcome to Spooktacular Giveaway Hop!

It's almost Halloween and I'd like to share with you my ghost story, A Part of Me.



Summary:

In the middle of the snow on their way to get home for Christmas, Connor Williams crashed his car into a tree. He was badly injured but his boyfriend that was also in the car, Zach Tyler, was barely alive. How then, that morning in Connor's room, was Zach by his side, waiting for him to wake up?

Publisher: Alfie Dog Fiction
Buy Link: http://alfiedog.com/products-page/iyana-jenna/

Who is the ghost, Connor or Zach? Well, you have to find out for yourself. :) Or, you can comment on this post to get an e-book of this short story plus some other stories of mine, Just a Little Unwell and Release Me. You also get a chance to win a $5 Amazon Gift Card and an e-book of my newest short, A Midnight Caller.

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