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Balancing Act #CoverReveal

It’s finally here! The big day! Kyrie and Greg’s second book is real, and it’s even got a shiny new cover!

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Okay, so people who are familiar with the book before this one–Hard Act to Follow–may be wondering why there is a different cover model for Greg. The reason is the guy on Hard Act had extremely limited stock photography available. Big gorgeous gingers with facial hair aren’t too easy to come by in the stock photography world, I’m sad to say. I’d hoped to have this guy’s hair reddened a shade, but, alas, it didn’t work out. At least he’s pretty darn attractive, IMO.

Realistically, the cover model for Kyrie, while consistent and super cute, isn’t at all Kyrie. If anyone can find a stock photo of a half-black, half-Korean twink with inch-long eyelashes and miles of style, I’ll be sure to scoop it up and make sure any future reincarnations of both books have that model. I’ll probably also cyber-stalk the RL guy.

So this Greg doesn’t have red hair. Big deal. Let’s use our imaginations, shall we? 🙂


Balancing Act

Shooting Stars Book 4

By K. Vale

Release: June 27, 2016

Publisher: Liquid Silver Books

Blurb

Greg Dwyer and Kyrie Li are living the glorious couple life in New York City. Or are they? When struggling actor Kyrie lands a modeling job, he’s ecstatic to have extra cash to spend on his best-friend-turned-boyfriend.

Of course, Greg is suspicious Anders Berglund, the gorgeous and androgynous Swedish cover model the designers love to pair with Kyrie, is after his man. And maybe Kyrie encourages a growing closeness with the guy?

Greg is probably to blame if Kyrie is drawn to the openly gay and seriously beautiful Andy. With Andy, Kyrie can be himself, as loud and proud as he’s always been. But Greg’s sexuality stays firmly locked in the closest except when he’s with Kyrie’s supportive family or alone with the man he loves.

To make matters worse, Greg’s out-of-touch mom meets with financial ruin and moves in with the couple, forcing him into the closet in his own home.

Can Greg find a way to stand up to Mommy Dearest and win back a love he fought so hard to reach? He discovers the road to pride begins at home and with accepting oneself first. Otherwise, it’s just a dead-end street.


Chapter 1

Kyrie’s amazing day was about to get a cherry on top. He opened the apartment door to the rattle of keys on the other side.

Greg’s mouth dropped open, eyes widening comically, but he spared a nervous glance for the empty hallway behind him before stepping swiftly over the threshold.

He shut the door and locked it with a snap of the deadbolt.

“Is it my birthday already?” Easing his work computer to the floor, Greg allowed the suit jacket draped over one arm to follow unceremoniously. As he loosened his tie, yanking the knot from side to side, his mahogany gaze did a similar zigzag down Kyrie’s exposed body.

“This, my love, is just one of the outfits I was given today when I went for my Spectrum Spectacular callback.”

Greg took in the full extent of Kyrie’s ensemble, what little there was of it, and his auburn brows lowered. Kyrie spun around to give him the complete picture, peeking back over his shoulder with a salacious lick of the lips. The white micro trunks and matching fishnet tank were his favorite parts of the ample cache he’d received. He’d been beyond excited for Greg to get home and see them.

“Why would they…? You got the job?” A grin broke across Greg’s face, but the disapproval was still evident as he continued to eye Kyrie’s appearance.

“I got the job! I got the job!” He grabbed Greg’s hands and pumped them up and down. “I’m modeling with Anders Berglund! Anders. Berglund! The Swedish supermodel! We’re partners for the No Black, No White shoot!”

He clasped his hands together while the rest of his body vibrated with pent-up energy. Anders Berglund was gargantuan, his gorgeous face on nearly every magazine cover in the grocery store checkout aisle. Kyrie’s fairy godmother had waved a magic wand over him, and Greg just stood there with his forehead puckered.

“Well?”

Greg slid his arms around Kyrie, rubbing his back as if he were cold. “So…this is what you’re gonna be wearing?”

“Maybe. Who knows? They gave us a few outfits to try on for size.”

“This is not an outfit.” Greg rubbed the holey fabric between his fingers.

Kyrie canted his head, eyebrows lifting as he delivered his best You’re kidding, right? stare. “This is only a sample. There will be all kinds of clothes at the shoot. I’m sure they’ll pick the best of the best after we’re done.”

“Won’t posing half-naked hurt your acting career?”

Kyrie scoffed, rolling his eyes. “No! Watch how many doors this opens. Just you wait.”

“And this is for what? Gay rights or…something?”

Kyrie ramped up the baleful expression. “Have you been listening to anything I’ve said for the past month? It’s not just gay. It’s everything. A campaign to call attention to all shades of the sexual identity spectrum. We gays are pretty widely accepted these days, you might be surprised to know.”

Greg’s arms stiffened around him, and Kyrie bit down on a sigh. Yes, we gays. Including you. Or maybe bi sits better, but you’ve been sticking it to a dude for almost a year and a half now. Time to officially join the not-so-straight club.

Kyrie expelled a frustrated breath after all. “It’s a phenomenal thing to be part of, never mind the sweet paycheck I’ll be pullin’ in. Never mind that I’ll be working with Anders Fucking Berglund and how much visibility I’ll get out of it.” He squeaked, elation bubbling from him despite Greg’s muted response.

“And I thought his first name was bad,” Greg groused, even as his fingers tested the thin mesh over Kyrie’s back and traveled lower.

Kyrie freely admitted he was damned stunning in the getup. All the white clothing they’d given him popped against the brown skin he’d inherited from his mother. Conversely, Anders was the fairest lad in all the land. He had pale blond hair and porcelain skin, fractured only by startlingly dark eyebrows and a couple of highly fortuitous moles rumored to have launched his career. He’d be dressed in black and guaranteed to look amazing. Together…this was going to be fucking epic.

“I thought you’d be proud of me.” Kyrie pouted, simultaneously arching his ass into Greg’s touch like a cat begging for attention.

“Of course I’m proud of you. I just worry about…well—”

“Everything?” Kyrie reached up to stroke Greg’s cheek, loving the feel of his trimmed beard and mustache combo. It could be soft, skimming over Kyrie’s nipples while Greg flicked a tongue and lit them on fire, or it could be coarse, bordering on harsh, as Greg went savage licking Kyrie’s ass and balls. Sure, that sort of thing was usually reserved for the times Greg had a few drinks on board and abandoned his inhibitions fully. But, oh God, when it happened…

Kyrie’s dick swelled thinking about Greg’s tongue swirling over his asshole. “Want me to pour you a little whiskey to help you wind down after your hard—” he squeezed Greg’s cock through his suit pants, “—day, sexy?”

Greg grunted and rocked his hips into Kyrie’s hand. “I can always use a little tension release.” His eyes, hooded, stared at Kyrie’s lips.

He parted them slowly and dragged his tongue tip across his top teeth. “I think I have one of those stress balls around here somewhere.”

Firm and fast, Greg hauled him flush against his chest and stole Kyrie’s breath. His fingers explored Kyrie’s ass crack—crude, demanding, bunching the satiny material between his cheeks before dragging lower to feather behind his nuts.

“Think I found my two favorite stress balls right here.” Greg wore a wicked grin. “Trying to hide ’em on me?”

He gathered the back of Kyrie’s tiny tight boxers, taking the wedgie to another level. He gasped and lifted on his toes. His sac was trapped, kinked up on one side of the seam almost painfully tight. Greg cupped Kyrie’s slung nuts, the touch so gentle it reminded him of ice over fire. Cool, crisp sheets after a day from hell.

Kyrie loved being the seductive bottom, igniting Greg with his teasing and flirting, backing off while he simmered. Then Kyrie would stoke him higher, feeding the inferno until Greg eventually crumbled and became the domineering top. Usually they made the game last, pushing each other’s buttons in their own drawn-out version of foreplay.

The sliver of pain slicing down Kyrie’s crack paired succulently with the throbbing wood pressed against his lower belly. All signs told him they were going straight to sudden death—no warm-up, no scrimmage, just hot, fast action. Game on.

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Wolves at the Door by Skye Jones

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Blurb:

Research scientist, Brooke Buchanan, has agreed to spend a year studying the wildlife of a remote Scottish region. Alone in a wooden cabin with only her dog for company, she is determined not to be scared. But what she eventually finds living out there in the lonely woods shocks her to the core.

Sexy wolf shifter, Drew, knows the curvaceous female will be trouble, but he can’t resist her amazing scent. He seduces Brooke, and they spend a hot and sensual night together, but Drew wants more. He wants Brooke as his mate.

Disturbed by all she’s discovered, and overwhelmed by her intense feelings for the charismatic Drew, Brooke panics and runs.

Can Drew find her before it is too late?
*Wolves at the Door is book one in the new, Shifters of the Glen, paranormal romance series. Each book can be read as a standalone. No cliff hangers.

**This book was first released in the Shifters Gone Alpha boxset, and has been added to, containing bonus scenes and a new ending.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US: https://amzn.com/B01FORFUEY

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01FORFUEY

 

Excerpt:

Some clichés are used for a reason. They are used because they are so bloody true. Happily, most people don’t ever find this out. They don’t experience their whole life flashing before their eyes as a train hurtles toward them. Or feel their blood turn to frozen sludge in their very veins. Right then, I experienced my own little clichéd moment. My blood ran cold, while my heart stuttered painfully in my chest.

Somehow, I managed to speak, and my voice came out calm enough to belie my inner turmoil. “I don’t like your game. And if you don’t go, and take your friends with you, I’m calling the police.”

He sighed. “Such gratitude. I could go, but then they’d come in, and I don’t think you’d like the results very much.”

“They didn’t come in last night.” I shot back.

“Because I sat here last night, too.”

What? The very idea of someone sitting, in the dark, watching me while I slept unawares, had every single centimeter of skin bumping up as the hair rose all over my body.

“How did you get in? I locked the door.” I glared at Sandy in the dark. Useless guard dog she made.

“I have a key,” he said. “It’s been in my family for years. I sat here and guarded you. Nobody will hurt you with me here.”

His soothing, deep, dark voice once again washed over me. It almost lulled me into security, despite my better judgment.

What would he look like? My mind had been whirring away, conjuring up all sorts of terrible visions. He might be like the bald, hideous creature from those old black and white vampire movies. Or perhaps he’d be tall and darkly handsome, in a devilish way. Something out of a Gothic novel. My very own Heathcliff…which wasn’t a good thing, I’d always thought Heathcliff cruel and mad, rather than exciting and sexy. With trembling fingers, I reached out and clicked on the night-light. Not knowing seemed scarier than the reality of what I might see.

He gave a hiss and put a hand over his eyes, giving me time to take him in. Normal. My first, astonished thought was he looked normal. Large, sure. Tall. Even sitting in the chair as he was, I could tell as much. And broad. His shoulders were brawny, defined by his checkered shirt. But normal all the same. He wore faded jeans and a white T-shirt, loosely covered by the unbuttoned checked shirt. The ensemble was finished with the sort of boots construction workers favored.

“Christ. Warn a guy before you try to blind him.” He moved his hand from his face and scowled…and I stared some more.

Okay, not quite normal. Unless you count looking like you’ve dropped from heaven as normal, which I most certainly didn’t. Handsome didn’t quite cut it. Blindingly, stupendously beautiful, almost did him justice. Not devilishly handsome as I’d imagined, but a man with the face of an angel.


Hop for Visibility, Awareness, and Equality

haphobiaumbrella2016The Hop Against Homophobia, Biphobia, and Transphobia has gotten a facelift–it’s now the Hop for Visibility, Awareness, and Equality!

Whatever the name, the idea is the same: Today is the International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia, and Biphobia, and all week long LGBT-friendly blogs will be celebrating with stories and giveaways to spread awareness of and tolerance for all people under the rainbow umbrella.

For my post, I’ve decided to speak to the recent appalling anti-trans legislation movement in states like North Carolina, South Carolina, Tennessee, and wherever else bigotry grows like cancer.

I won’t say much, because haters gonna be dicks and I won’t change their minds (sorta like my theory on racist, bigoted people born before a certain year–they will never think differently; all we can do is teach our children better and wait for the old fuckers to die), but I will point out it is asinine to believe the sign on a bathroom door will somehow keep predators from their prey.

It won’t.

Rapists, pedophiles, and sexual deviants don’t care what stick figure is on the door. If they want to hurt you or your child, they will do so. Period. They will follow you home. Find you in a parking lot. Go to the same restroom as you because they were born the same gender you were or because they just want to. Be smart. Please don’t use fear to fuel discrimination against people who want nothing more than to pee without getting the shit kicked out of them by some insecure and ignorant ‘phobe.

Okay. To that end, I’m linking to this compilation of up-and-coming trans activists.

Check these courageous and inspiring people out. Follow them on social media. Get to know them like they are your neighbors, your brothers, your sisters, your teachers, your children. Because they are. We are. We are all human–fallible, hurting, searching for a skinny slice of happiness pie before our time is up, and painfully ignorant until we open our hearts and minds to other people’s struggles.

Be human.

Our teachers are talking here and now. Listen up. They have so much to say and we have so much to learn.


For my giveaway, I have an e-copy of my book Hard Act to Follow. The next book in my Shooting Stars series, Balancing Act, comes out June 27th and follows the story of Greg and Kyrie from Hard Act, so this is a perfect opportunity to meet the boys if you haven’t already. 🙂 Drop me a comment to be in the running!

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Also, everyone who signs up for my non-spammy mailing list gets a free e-copy of my exclusive MMM dark erotic short, The Ferryman Cometh, so go get yours pronto!

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***Free story!***

Don’t forget to check out these participating blogs:

1. The Novel Approach/Lisa Horan 23. Angel Martinez (M/M GAY BI TR) 45. Sean Michael
2. B. A. Brock (BI TR GAY LES) 24. Amelia Bishop (MULTI) 46. Remmy Duchene (MM)
3. Jamie Fessenden 25. Moonbeams over Atlanta – Eloreen Moon (MM, REV, MULTI) 47. Sharita Lira writing as BLMorticia M/M
4. Rory Ni Coileain 26. Helena Stone (M/M ) 48. Barbara Winkes (LES)
5. Erica Pike (M/M) 27. AM Leibowitz (M/M, F/F, BI, TR, NB, REV) 49. Bronwyn Heeley (m/m)
6. Andrew Jericho (GAY) 28. L.D. Blakeley (M/M, BI) 50. L. J. LaBarthe
7. Tempeste O’Riley (M/M (Bi) (NB) 29. Lila Leigh Hunter [M/M, BI] 51. VJ Summers (m/m, m/m/f)
8. The Macaronis [various] 30. Sharon Bidwell 52. Nikka Michaels (M/M)
9. Elin Gregory [mm] 31. Nicole Dennis (M/M, ACE, M/M/F) 53. Caraway Carter (LGBT)
10. Alexa MIlne 32. Lexi Ander 54. L M Somerton (M/M)
11. Nic Starr (M/M) 33. Barbara G.Tarn (M/M, ACE) 55. Taylor Law (GAY)
12. Evelise Archer (MM) 34. Kaje Harper M/M, TR, BI 56. Anastasia Vitsky (F/F, TR, BI)
13. Sue Brown 35. JMS Books LLC 57. Draven St. James (M/M)
14. Elizabeth Varlet (M/M, BI, NB) 36. JM Snyder 58. A.V. Sanders (GAY, ACE, NB)
15. Raven J. Spencer 37. Dean Pace-Frech 59. Lynley Wayne
16. Sharing Links and Wisdom (REV) 38. Kimber Vale 60. DP Denman (GAY)
17. Lisa Horan (REV/Multi) 39. Jacintha Topaz (BI, F/F, M/M, TR) 61. M.A. Church M/M
18. Archer Kay Leah (M/M, F/F, TR, NB, BI, ACE) 40. Prism Book Alliance® (MULTI) 62. Andrew J. Peters GAY
19. Alexis Duran (M/M) 41. Eva Lefoy (M/M, F/F, F/M/F, BI, MULTI) 63. Dianne Hartsock MM
20. Jules Dixon 42. Lou Sylvre (M/M) 64. M. LeAnne Phoenix M/M F/F
21. R.M. Olivia 43. Anne Barwell 65. Cherie Noel (M/M)
22. Heloise West (M/M) 44. Viki Lyn (M/M) 66. Chris McHart (M/M, Trans*)


The #Writer #Sewing

I’m not only an epic procrastinator when it comes to writing, but also when it comes to sewing.

I bought some adorable outdoor fabric last year to re-cover my super old, super skanky outdoor chair cushions. I figured, $50 for fabric sure beat $30 per new cushion. Have sewing machine, will create shit.

And then my big roll of bird fabric sat in my everything closet for 4 seasons…

But, in an effort to clear plates and be uber-productive (sort of), I busted that shit out the other day.

Observe:

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Blurry photo of totally gross cushion I’m rather ashamed to post.

 

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The master at work. Also BIRDS!!!! Note my faithful pin chicken.

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Voila!

 

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Full disclosure: I made one cushion with the birds upright, and then cut my remaining fabric after downing a bottle of Saki, all the while telling myself to be sure not to cut it sideways. Yes, the others are all upside-down (and I now realize there was some drunken photography going on). Also, I miscalculated my yardage and ended up short. I used a red outdoor upholstery fabric I had from a project I did at the Boston house and used it for the back of one cover.

Okay, so I won’t be selling my sewing wares on etsy anytime soon (ever), but you have to admit, they look way better than the originals!

-Kimber

 

 


Cover Reveal: Soaring Hearts by A.L. Boyd

 

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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?

 

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. Her first story for the Goodreads M/M Romance DRitC event Crest Ridge Vacation was expanded to the novella titled Crest Ridge.

Contact & Media Info

Email | Goodreads | Facebook

Other works include:

Crest Ridge

The Dawn of Darkness –Free short story for the Goodreads M/M Romance Group

And a short story included in the Kickass Anthology written and donated to help fellow author Eric Arvin with his medical bills.


What I #AmReading

These:

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It’s writing research, not personal (no, my teenager doesn’t have an eating disorder and hopefully never will).

I know this reading list makes Andy’s book sound like a ton of fun. :-/  You’ll just have to trust I’ll find a way to make it amazeballs.

I’ve finished Beyond Magenta. It’s a quick read I’d recommend to anyone who is at all curious about what life can be like for young transgender people. This is just a taste, really, but I think it could be a useful introductory text, especially for parents trying to understand and help their transgender child (some stories are a lesson in what not to do or say, of course). It’s brief (to a fault), but worth the read. I was glad it included some nonbinary viewpoints, though the scope could/should have been much greater, IMO.

Now I’m reading Answers to Anorexia, which addresses nutritional deficits and how they can aggravate the anorexia cycle. Pretty interesting for a grim topic.

In other news, the release day for Balancing Act is June, 27th, so mark your calendars! 🙂 I’ll have a cover reveal soon…but for now, here’s the disguised version. Mwahahahhahahahahha!

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