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Today through April 17, buy the M/M/M BDSM novella, Friday at the 7-Eleven for only $0.99 on Amazon!

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Blurb:

Brent’s a bully who picks on his workmate Alex. What Brent doesn’t realize, however, is that Alex wants him, but is too scared to ask. Meanwhile Brent’s convinced that all he needs is a firm hand to push him down and force him to be a good guy.

Then he meets Craig, an muscled veteran working at the local 7-Eleven. Craig knows a switch when he sees it, and Brent’s got it written all over him. He needs a hard takedown and some training to harness that sadistic side. Craig decides that what might be best is for all three of them to get together.

Only by embracing honesty and self-control can each of them find what they need.

 

Excerpt:

“You enjoy watching us?”

Alex tried to smile, but what Military Guy said made him choke and swallow instead.

Oh fuck. He was a dead man. Alex shrugged, feeling the back of his neck heat up to about a thousand degrees. “I work with Brent. I…” He couldn’t exactly say he’d been worried about the guy. “I was curious.” That at least was the truth.

Military Guy’s eyes were like ice, reflecting but not revealing anything. “Curious. Tell me more. What’s this Brent to you?”

Alex couldn’t tell if the guy was pissed or not. He seemed to be holding it together, but that could be a façade. At this point, what did he have to lose in answering the guy’s questions? “He’s a complete jerk,” Alex began, but the blush came despite his words. “And he’s hot.” Not like it was any secret here which team they all played for.

Military Guy laughed. “Yes, he is—both. So you two work together?” He nodded at the work belt on Alex’s passenger seat with hammer, level, and other tools for the construction trade.

Alex nodded, wondering where this was going. “I have to get back. Lunch is nearly over.”

Military Guy leaned in closer. Alex caught the whiff of sex. He couldn’t help but react to it, feeling his erection trying to return. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled as the guy fixed him with a hungry look. “I think I might be able to help you out. Both with the ‘being a jerk’ part, and the other. See if you can get him to meet me here at four.” He smirked. “You come as well. Oh, and the name’s Craig. I hope you’re ready to take it, because you’ll be on bottom.”

With that, Craig straightened and took a step back.

Alex squirmed in his seat. No matter that he’d already gotten off just a few minutes ago. Craig’s words, the look of promise on his face, the sight of Brent on his knees sucking cock—all of that was conspiring to make him crazy with want. He swallowed hard, feeling dizzy and charged with electricity. He nodded and cleared his throat. “Yes, Sir.”

Craig cracked a smile. “Good. I look forward to it.” He turned and walked confidently back into the convenience store, leaving Alex with the engine running and his mind going in circles. Belatedly, he rolled up the window.

“Oh hell,” Alex muttered as he put the car in gear.

Now available in paperback!

So I recently tried out the new feature in Amazon’s KDP program, converting an ebook to a print format without going through Createspace. It was relatively simple–I had to do some minor reformatting for my “Also by” page because there were graphics, but other than that, the resizing options made my 8 1/2″ x 11″ document into a 6″ x 9″ print format pretty nicely.

Available on Amazon here, for $6.99.

I then ordered a copy to see how it looks. Check it out!

Re-Release! Friday at the 7-Eleven

It’s Re-Release day, finally!

I managed to get all copies taken down from all vendors from the previous Torquere Press version (which I have not been paid for since June of 2016), so that I could republish the M/M/M novella.

For the first 90 days it will be exclusively on Amazon as part of the Kindle Unlimited program; after that I’ll release it on the other sites including Kobo, Barnes and Noble, ibooks, Google, etc.

Amazon U.S. version

Amazon UK version

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Brent’s a bully who picks on his workmate Alex. What Brent doesn’t realize, however, is that Alex wants him, but is too scared to ask. Meanwhile Brent’s convinced that all he needs is a firm hand to push him down and force him to be a good guy.

Then he meets Craig, an muscled veteran working at the local 7-Eleven. Craig knows a switch when he sees it, and Brent’s got it written all over him. He needs a hard takedown and some training to harness that sadistic side. Craig decides that what might be best is for all three of them to get together. Only by embracing honesty and self-control can each of them find what they need.

 

Excerpt:

Brent was a bully, or so the guys on the job told him. They avoided contact with him whenever possible, except when they were depending on him to steady a frame or support a beam. He was a big guy, six feet and well-muscled thanks to a strict regimen at the gym. All-American good looks belied a dark temper.

While he liked pushing, Brent wanted someone to push back. Somebody older, somebody with some fucking authority. Unfortunately, everyone he had pushed so far had been complete pussies.

So it wasn’t really that much of a surprise that he got pissed off sometimes. When Brent punched Alex, a fellow worker, for knocking over his box of nails, the foreman called for an early lunch. Brent headed to his favorite spot, the local 7-Eleven in Riverside, California.

There were only a few others in the convenience store, mostly construction workers like himself, filling up their Big Gulps, grabbing their hot dogs or whatever. Brent glanced over at the two cashiers. His eyes slid over one of them, a fellow in his late forties or fifties perhaps, salt and pepper hair. Solid-looking, similar height, and even more muscled than him. Looked ex-military, a tough guy. Brent smirked to himself. Probably had a wife and three kids at home and might bust a few ribs if Brent hit on him. It might be fun to start a fight, but that wasn’t what he was looking for.

Brent wandered over to the drinks to get himself some Mountain Dew; a little sugar and caffeine might do him good. As he waited for the machine to fill his cup, he glanced up at the shiny laminated front of the machine, and saw a reflection of the cashier.

Now this was interesting. Tough Guy was staring at his ass. Brent turned around and gave the guy a challenging glare, just to see what he’d do. The guy only grinned—a grin that melded into heat in his eyes. Brent felt his groin tighten.

Okay. Maybe a possibility.

Slowly, Brent turned around, placed the cap on his cup, and stared back at the cashier. The other attendant wasn’t behind the counter. In the back perhaps, taking a break, who knew? Tough Guy met Brent’s eyes, and he knew, oh yeah, maybe a wife and kids, but definitely some ass on the side. Brent smiled, letting his lust show. Tough Guy crooked his finger for him to come over.

Brent almost balked; who was this bozo to tell him what to do? Still he did have a drink to purchase, and he was curious. He walked over, slapping down a couple of bills to pay for the drink, feeling oddly self-conscious. The cashier’s eyes moved over him with a dark hunger. It gave him an unusual quiver in the gut, not to mention lower down. “Hey,” Brent said softly, as the man rang up the change, not sure what else to say. Why are you watching me? He wanted to say it, but couldn’t.

“Hey,” Tough Guy said, handing him his change. He leaned forward, one meaty hand splayed out on the counter, making his bicep bulge even further. “To answer your question, yes. I was watching you.”

Brent’s mouth dropped open, and he scowled. Had the guy read it off his face? Or was he just that cocky? “Yeah, I was wondering if you were a cocksucker or just looked like one,” he returned. Well, now he’d know if those fists hit hard or not. A shiver went through him.

Tough Guy laughed. He glanced up—at the security cameras, Brent realized—then leaned in even closer. “Actually, I usually make some motherfucker like you suck my cock.” He backed up a few steps as the other attendant returned from the back and exchanged a few whispered words with him. Then he brushed his hand over Brent’s, slowly. “Come see me in the back, and I’ll show you.”

Brent watched the man head to the back of the store and pass through the double doors to the storage area. He wondered if he should. Had the guy noticed that he was completely engorged now? Make him, huh. How far would he go? Probably just another talker, Brent figured, but he had to go see for himself.

So he headed on back.

It was cool in there, boxes stacked high with things like potato chips and beer, not a whole lot of room for maneuvering, but Brent wasn’t too concerned. Or at least that’s what he told his racing heart. He didn’t see the cashier, and then suddenly Tough Guy was there, grabbing Brent’s T-shirt and shoving him back against the back wall. Brent grunted, adrenaline spiking, heart in his throat, and dick ready to explode.

“You really think you can make me?” Brent asked with a sneer, struggling against the hold. He was impressed and a little intimidated to find out that Tough Guy was as strong as he looked. Even more impressive, there didn’t seem to be a speck of hesitation in the man’s steel-gray eyes. Maybe he really had been telling the truth.

“The name’s Craig. And yes.” Craig shoved a meaty arm against Brent’s throat, pinning him against the cinder block wall, hips pressing up against him. It felt like a million degrees with Craig’s body up against his, and even if Brent had wanted to, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to break that hold and get away. Craig tilted his head a little, moving in closer, and then kissed him, tongue invading, hot spit, so fucking good it made Brent dizzy.

Brent fought the kiss, even though he wanted to return the passion. But oh, no. Craig still hadn’t proven himself yet. He snarled, biting at Craig’s lips and got a hard bite to his lower lip in return. That sent a spark clean down to his dick. He growled with frustration.

“I seem to remember something about you sucking my cock,” Craig said in a low voice, grabbing at what little hair there was on the nape of Brent’s neck. His other hand was on Brent’s shoulder, shoving him down to his knees. Brent struggled, cursing, face red, but there wasn’t a damn thing he could do. Craig was that strong. And fuck if he was gonna tell him he liked the hair pulling.

Soon Brent found himself face to fly, and Craig was pulling down his zipper, releasing a thick cock with veins standing out, hard and ready to be sucked. He rubbed his organ against Brent’s cheek, grunting a little at the friction against Brent’s stubble, still keeping that death grip on the hair. Brent spat and watched the saliva drip down the shaft. “Fucking make me.”

 

New cover for Friday night

I feel like a snail lately, moving like glacier ice slowly towards my goals. One thing I did accomplish recently was creating a new cover for my contemporary M/M/M novella that was previously published by Torquere Press, “Friday At the 7-Eleven.”

I’ve been busy sending takedown notices since the old version is still showing up on places like Smashwords, but once all the old versions have been removed, I’ll be publishing my 2nd edition.

So this was the old cover . . .

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So here’s the new cover, featuring a Brent that comes much closer to my idea of him. (I was never crazy about the old cover anyways.) And yep, I did it myself.

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Yay!!  I’m very excited to be publishing this again.

Life’s Hurdles

January was a disaster.

I started a new job making less than half what I made before in a call center where every second is monitored and controlled. (No really!) It’s a large financial institution, so they’re very strict. It’s basic customer service and what I was doing in my twenties, so I feel like I’ve leapt back a decade. I’m trying not to feel like a loser, which is difficult because I’m not even making enough to pay all the bills.

Then on top of that, on Friday the 20th, while driving at night in pouring rain, I was sideswiped by another driver who took off afterwards. And it wasn’t my car, but my partner’s car, and therefore her insurance, so I felt even worse. Car’s now in the shop so we’re having to share and she’s having to drive me to and from work. I’m fine, but I really didn’t need this crap.

Then we both had the flu. Recovered now, but all of this meant that my writing and editing goals for the month went right out the window.

And guess what? My fun still wasn’t over!  The first week of February, while my partner was driving my car, some old lady backed into it. So that’s another car to fix and another having to deal with an insurance claim. Again, happy that nobody was hurt, and this time there was a driver at fault who had insurance. But UGH!!!  Enough already!

I’m not even going to bother posting word counts at the moment. Just know that the third Oddities book is coming along okay–it’s at about 19,000 words in the Word document, plus a bunch of pages that are hand written and need to be typed in. I’m in the second round of line edits for the second Oddities book, which is set to be published May 29. And I’m slogging (SLOOOOWWWLY) through the first round of edits for my weretiger m/m novel, set to be published May 15.

So just letting everyone know that I haven’t disappeared, but my online time these days is almost nil.

The last news is that I received my rights back from Torquere Press for my m/m/m novella, “Friday at the 7-Eleven.” I have someone to format it and I’m working on a new cover, and then I’ll republish it. (It’s still up on Amazon under Torquere. I’ve asked that they take it down.)

Thank you for all the reviews. That’s one thing that’s helping me get through this difficult time. I appreciate all of them.

 

2017 Writing Goals

Every year I try to make a list of goals that I want to achieve with my writing. (I also have monthly and daily goals. It keeps me on track.) In 2015 I had my best writing year ever, writing over 200,000 words. I knew I’d never match that in 2016 with working from home and my partner’s health issues, so the goal I set for 2016 was 185,000 words.

I didn’t make it, but it wasn’t too bad a year. In 2016, I wrote a total of 152,421 new words on books. I don’t count blog posts, editing, or any other words for promotional purposes, just new words on novels and short fiction.

My other goals were to:

  • complete edits for Murder Once Seen and promote it:  Done
  • finish and submit Book Two of the Oddities series (Fraud Twice Felt)– done
  • finish and self-publish my m/m weretiger novel–done, except I chose instead to submit it to Riptide, so they’ll be publishing it
  • finish and submit my YA m/m novel–not done
  • finish and self-publish my 3rd pen name erotica serial romance–7/10 parts done and published, almost done with Part 8.
  • finish the fantasy novel in my first pen name–lol, still not done. Lowest of my priorities.

2017 Goals:

So now, since I know I’ll be deep in editing for the first quarter of the year on two books coming out in the next six months, plus since I’m starting a new job tomorrow and don’t know what my writing schedule will be, I’m going to keep my writing goals for 2017 conservative.

My goal for 2017 is to write 150,000 new words.

In addition, my goals for 2017 are to complete editing and promote the books Forest of Thorns and Claws and Fraud Twice Felt, finish the YA m/m paranormal book and submit it, complete the last parts of the Deena erotic serial romance, write the 3rd Oddities book, and maybe, just maybe finish the never ending fantasy novel.

 

Current Projects:

1. Forest of Thorns and Claws (weretiger M/M), completed, final length 65k: Developmental edits submitted, awaiting line edits. Currently scheduled to release 3/20.

2. Fraud Twice Felt: The Oddities Book Two, (gay paranormal), completed, final length 98k: Working on line edits. Currently scheduled to release 5/29.

3. Fae Fortunes (YA M/M paranormal), currently at 52,813, estimated total 65k.

4. Deena and the Professor (Trudy Judd, BDSM romance), 7 out of 10 parts written, almost done with Part 8 which is currently at 10,800. Estimating 12k for Part 8, 10k for Part 9, and 9k for Part 10.

5. A Conspiracy Uncovered: The Oddities Book Three (gay paranormal), currently at 12,096, total estimated 95k.

6. Fantasy novel currently at 87,257 words, total will be 110k.

If I total up the words needed to finish all these current WIPS, it comes to about 138k. So there’s my year, basically.

Guest Post: A. L. Boyd

Today I have a guest post from fellow House of Manlove writer A.L. Boyd, with a new release!

Just in time for the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta! Soaring Hearts is a fictional story that takes place at one of the world’s largest ballooning events.

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Blurb:

Will hearts soar when pigs fly?

Alex’s job working for his family-owned radio station once took him all over the city reporting on major events—until the accident. His scars, both physical and emotional, cause him to withdraw into a self-imposed, semi-reclusive lifestyle. When his dad requests that he go to the world’s largest hot air balloon festival, he has to find the courage to break his isolation. Now he needs to find the courage to trust and love again.

Jeff had already been planning a move to Albuquerque when he lost his home, parents, and dog to a wildfire in California. To begin his new life, he agrees to help his sister and brother-in-law with their balloon at the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta. Now he’s seen pigs fly and bees kissing, but will he find the love he’s been searching for?

Excerpt:

Chapter 3

People blanketed the field, waiting to see the mass ascension. The green of the grass became invisible under the sea of blue, brown, and red patches of cloth as the crowds wandered about.

Safely off the field, Jeff sat in one of the chairs, pouring the coffee into his cup. People were scurrying around the billowing fabric like ants. The colors of their jackets were muted by the vibrant yellows, oranges, and reds seen on so many of the balloons. The phewooo sound of the propane burners drowned out the sounds of thousands of people talking, as the giant pillows of nylon in every imaginable color and pattern inflated.

From behind him a voice said, “Pretty, isn’t it? I love this time of year when all the balloons show up.”

Startled, he jumped at the unexpected disturbance, nearly spilling his coffee down the front of his shirt. He tried hard not to growl at the intrusion. He didn’t want to make enemies on his first full day in town.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” Jeff replied. He kept his eyes on the kaleidoscope of colors inflating in front of him.

“I’m Alex Mullen, I work for one of the local radio stations in town. During the Fiesta, we play interviews from participants and visitors to the event. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

Jeff didn’t turn to watch the man standing behind him, but the soft tenor of the voice intrigued him, so he answered.

“Hi, Alex. Have a seat, and watch the display with me.” He gestured to the extra chair next to him, and the thin young man stepped into his view, swinging a backpack off his back. Before he sat down, he pulled out a few items. Jeff had only gotten a glimpse of the man’s handsome face and smooth jaw line before his long blond hair fell forward, when his rainbow-gloved hands set a recording device on the small table and set up a wireless microphone.

That quick glance was all it took to spark Jeff’s interest. “I’m Jeff. This is my first year here with my sister and brother-in-law’s balloon.” He scanned the sky to see if he could spot Danny’s balloon, then he pointed to one with a yellow and green geometric design. “That’s it right there.”

Alex looked up where Jeff was pointing. “Oh, isn’t that one of the Gibson brothers’ balloons?”

“Yep. How did you know?”

“I’ve interviewed most of the family over the years.”

“Yeah, you probably would have met some of them, considering someone from the family comes every year. Danny made sure to tell me all about that this morning.”

As he set up his equipment, Alex asked, “Do you mind if I use your last name in the interview?”

“No, I don’t mind, but I guess that means I’ll have to tell you, huh?” He chuckled. “One of these days I’ll get introductions right.” He reached out his hand as if to shake it. “Hi, Alex. I’m Jeff Bowen. It’s nice to meet you.”

He cocked his head a little toward Jeff, and took his hand. “Nice to meet you, too, Jeff.”

Jeff held on to Alex’s hand a moment longer and examined the gloves. “Nice gloves. Are they handmade?”

Alex stared up at him for an instant before his cheeks reddened, and he stammered as he pulled his hand away. “T-thanks. My sister made them.”

Jeff wanted to see more of those beautiful blue eyes, but Alex kept his gaze lowered and continued on as if he hadn’t felt the same spark that had caused Jeff’s hand to tingle.

When Alex sat down, he pulled out a small note pad and pen. “Usually I like to ask a few questions before I start the recording, to get people relaxed about the interview process. Once I turn it on, I may ask some of the same questions you already answered. Is that okay with you?”

Jeff flashed him a smile. “That’s fine with me. I don’t mind at all.”

Alex responded with a relaxed and beautiful smile. Jeff shivered, but not from the cold this time. It had been a while since he’d been with anyone, and Alex’s smile made him think lusty thoughts that he needed to keep under wraps for now.

“When you introduced yourself, you said this was your first visit here?” Alex fidgeted with his note pad and pen.

“Yes, I came with my sister and her husband. You saw them up there.” He gestured skyward. “They were one of the first to go up. Usually they go up earlier when the conditions are right.”

“So they’re part of the Dawn Patrol?” Alex asked excitedly. “That’s wonderful. Few people can meet the requirements for Dawn Patrol. I wasn’t aware that anyone in the Gibson family met the qualifications.”

“Yes. Danny’s excited; this is the first year he’s qualified. He has a lot of experience. I know he’s a second or third generation pilot.”

“That’s great. Is this your sister’s first time at the event also?”

“No. My sister’s come with him the last couple of years since they got married. And this year, they finally dragged me along as well.” He chuckled a little at that.

 

Where to find Soaring Hearts:

Currently Available at:

Amazon

Smashwords

AUTHOR BIO

A cartographer by day, A. L. Boyd spends most of her free time with her horses, gardening, or reading. She never intended to be a writer, but stories like this one sometimes just pop into her head. The writing came about as a way to get the stories out.

CONTACT & MEDIA INFO:

Email: alboyd99@gmail.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/16631303-a-l

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/A.L.BOYD99

 

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