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You heard that right: Save a Horse, Dive a Cowboy

That attention-getter of a title goes with Kayla Jameth’s new shifter novel. I’ve asked her to join me on the blog so we can find out what’s behind that title.

Also–I’ve read it, and there is certainly some diving going on. 😉  Hey, Kayla! Over here!

K: Hello, Pam! Thanks for hosting me today to talk about Save a Horse, Dive a Cowboy.

P: Glad to have you.

K: You don’t have any Stormtroopers or bear shifters hiding around, do you?

P: Of course! Dillon and Sawyer brought Davie  for a visit. And oh–Lon did say he might drop by later.

K: Really?! Uwah! <Fangirling> I hope so.

P: <Chuckle> I’m sure he’ll be glad to hear it. But we’re here today to talk about your latest story. Tell us a little something about Shep and Charlie. Because that cowboy is giving the horse quite the dreamy-eye.

K: Charlie “Hoss” Running Horse is a Native American mustang shifter. His mother is the shaman and lead mare of his herd. He and Shep met in high school and that’s all he needed to find his partner.

Shep was smitten. He spent his time in school watching out for Charlie, kicking ass, and taking names. They’ve together ever since. When his dad passed away, Charlie moved into the ranch foreman’s house with Shep and everything has been good.

Until… One day, at the swimming hole, Coyote sees the pair and takes a shine to Shep. Now Charlie has to go if Coyote is to get his man.

Coyote steals Charlie’s medicine horseshoe and tosses it into the water, trapping Charlie in his horse’s body. He will do whatever he must to have Shep.

Now Shep has to find a way to retrieve the shoe and return Charlie to his human form before it’s too late and Charlie is trapped as a horse forever.


They turned west, riding into the sunset. Well, soon enough it would be a sunset. Right now it was just really bright sunlight boring into Charlie’s eyes and obscuring his vision. He’d have to focus on the trail to avoid laming himself. Good thing he could rely on Shep to guide him around any real dangers.

Dust puffed under his feet and settled on his legs. That and his dried sweat made him itch. He couldn’t wait to get in the shower.

A sharp pain on his rump startled him into bucking and kicking.

Shep shifted his weight forward and followed his every move. “Whoa, Hoss!”

Charlie stopped so suddenly, he felt the horseshoe shift again.

Just a deerfly. Now he felt like an idiot. Fortunately, horses couldn’t blush; although, he’d heard that rabbits could.

He turned his head and met Shep’s eye, hoping to convey his apology, earning him another pat on the shoulder.

“I’m okay. But it was good practice for saddle bronc riding. Should I enter this year?”

He tossed his head and crow hopped, but didn’t budge Shep. He could have tried a little harder, really bucked; after all, his partner had a good seat. The horseshoe thumped against his hoof and he stopped. This business with the shoe was getting worrisome.

A fly buzzed behind him again and this time he settled for swishing his tail. He hated the damn things. At least it wasn’t a horsefly. Those things were vicious.

“Maybe you should use more of that fly repellant you call aftershave.”

Haha… Charlie snorted and considered making Shep walk home.

Shep shifted his weight forward. Charlie took the hint and set off. Clip, clop, clip, clop… The trip home always seemed to take longer than reaching their goal.

Something dust-colored darted across his path. He threw his head up and reared, startling like some green-broke colt. His hooves struck the ground on either side of a quivering jackrabbit. The poor animal screamed and brushed against his fetlock as it made a dash for the scrub bordering the trail.

A fluffy little bunny. How flipping embarrassing.

He stood with legs braced, still snorting. His rib cage expanded and contracted spastically under the girth.

“That was close. You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” Shep slung a leg over and dismounted. He smoothed gentle fingers over Charlie’s legs and examined his hooves. “Other than the horseshoe, I think you’re fine.”

Shep picked up a stone and tried to pound one of the nails back in. A partial success, but they both knew it would work its way back out again.

His breathing slowed, but he could still feel the adrenaline burning in his veins. Maybe a lope would take the edge off.

“Feeling better?” Shep scratched between his ears, calming them both.

He nodded and gave a breathy sigh, nuzzling against Shep’s chest.

Shep uncapped the canteen and took a few swallows. Then he took his hat off and smacked it against his leg, sending up a puff of dust. He poured water into his sweat-stained Stetson and held it up for Charlie.

He drank the salty water in a few quick draws.

Clapping the hat back on his head, Shep mounted. Once he had settled, Charlie took off at a lope.

“In a rush to get home?”

Charlie snorted and stretched out. He still had some relatively smooth flatlands before he reached the outcroppings. When the last of the frantic energy began to ebb, he dropped down to a jog, and then a walk. He felt a little better.

More rocks littered the ground. Soon boulders took their place. He could see the stone outcroppings ahead. Shep’s deft hands on the reins helped him make his way through the maze where a stone bruise could leave him lame.

Before they reached the outcroppings, a snake slithered out in front of him. The unmistakable buzz of a rattlesnake filled the air. Heat flushed his skin and then a chill filled his veins. What. The. Hell?

He didn’t have room to jump the rattler. Once more he rose in the air, pivoted and came down outside the irate serpent’s strike range.

“Back! Get away from it!” Shep shouted.

Charlie agreed with him whole-heartedly. He started backing, ears flicking forward and then to his rider, trusting Shep to guide him with little movements of the reins.

“Just like we practiced it for that reining class,” Shep encouraged.

Yeah, they’d done this before. Nothing difficult, just tighter quarters and the risk of being lamed if he stepped wrong.

“I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen.” Shep spoke slowly and evenly, soothing the disquiet in Charlie’s soul.

When they finally left the boulders behind, Charlie stood trembling.

Shep dropped from his back and pulled his head into a hug. “I’m really starting to hate today.” He glanced around. “We’ll take the long way. I don’t want to risk anything else jumping out at us at this point.”

Charlie sighed, but Shep was right. If they stayed in the open, nothing else should happen. If something did while they were cutting through the rocks, they could get hurt. Good thing Shep was a bronc rider or they’d have been in trouble today.

“Thirsty?” When he nodded, Shep gave him the last of the water.

They walked for a while, side-by-side, until Charlie stopped and looked pointedly at the saddle.

“Are you saying I’m too slow?”

He nudged the stirrup with his nose. If they kept on at this rate, it would be dark before they reached the ranch.

Charlie hadn’t gone two strides when a roadrunner darted in front of him with… a coyote on its tail. Seriously?! I thought that shit only happened in cartoons.

The coyote slowed and winked at him. Actually winked. Could this day get any weirder?

“You’ve got to be shitting me!”

The coyote circled Charlie and came up behind them, much closer than he liked. Coyotes usually left larger animals alone, but this one was acting strange. Could it be rabid?

The slinking shadow took another step closer and Charlie cow-kicked. His horseshoe went flying.

“Finally!” A voice he didn’t recognize shouted in triumph. The coyote snatched the glittering curve of metal out of the air and ran away.

“Hey! We need that!” Shep tugged on the hackamore, whirling Charlie, and set heels to his flanks.

Charlie didn’t even think about it, he jolted into a gallop. He had to have that horseshoe or he’d spend the rest of his life as a horse, slowly losing his humanity.

Burdened with a rider, he couldn’t seem to catch up with the coyote. But stopping to offload Shep would only insure he wouldn’t overtake the damn thing. At least, this way he could keep the mangy beast within sight and see what it did with his horseshoe.

He did manage to slowly gain on the coyote. If this went on long enough, he might catch up.

Ahead, he could see the cenote coming into view. Was the coyote headed toward the sinkhole?

He caught up with the coyote in time to watch his horseshoe arc into the air and splash into the water. The coyote grinned and disappeared into the brush with a flick of its tail.

Abso-fucking-lutely unbelievable.



Shep’s just your average all-American cowboy. He runs his own ranch and rides the occasional saddle bronc. Nothing special there. Unless you look too closely at his boyfriend.

Descended from a long line of Native American mustang shifters, Charlie “Hoss” Running Horse is anything but average.

When Coyote takes a shine to Shep, he decides that Hoss has got to go. With the theft of the medicine horseshoe that allows Hoss to shift from mustang to human, Coyote sets his evil plan to have his way with Shep in motion.

Will Shep be able to save Hoss before it’s too late? Or will Coyote’s plan come to fruition?

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Guest Brynn Stein with Waiting for Patrick

Welcome to my blog tour for Waiting for Patrick. I’m offering giveaways of one signed copy, one electronic copy, and a choice of one title from my backlist. Comment below and at any of my other blog stops (posted below) to be entered to win. One comment, one entry. Dreamspinner is offering my other paranormal titles (Haunted, Lifeline, and  What No One Else Can Hear ) for $0.99 during “Weekend Reads” on September 2, 3, and 4, in honor of Waiting for Patrick being my ninth published book. Waiting for Patrick will be available at a discounted price throughout the tour (September 1 through 15). Winners of the raffle will be announced on September 16th.

Playing Around with Adobe Spark

So, I have a gorgeous book trailer by the wonderful Lex Valentine. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCOua40uCJM . She even was kind enough to describe just how to make a book trailer for one of the stops on my book tour. http://www.jacobzflores.com/

But, I found Adobe Spark advertised on Facebook and decided to give it a try. Here is the result.

https://spark.adobe.com/video/XhvTjvXOTTrP3. I have no clue if it will an effective marketing tool, but it was fun.

Let me know what you think. Comment for a chance to win.


Architect Elliot Graham has bought and restored dozens of historic homes to their original splendor. As in his personal life, he loves them and leaves them, selling them off without looking back. But there’s something about the old plantation house he finds in South Carolina—a connection he can’t explain. He feels as though he recognizes the house, as if within its crumbling walls he might find something he doesn’t even realize he’s lost.

Ben Myers had promised his lover and soul mate, Patrick, that he would wait for his return. Ben has kept his word ever since Patrick left him to wait at the plantation house—during the Civil War. For the first time in many long years, Ben is no longer alone, and he reaches out to Elliot in dreams. Elliot tries to convince Ben that Patrick isn’t coming back, but Ben’s devotion is about to change not only his lonely existence, but Elliot’s life as well.

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About the Author

Brynn has always loved to write about strong male characters and their close friendships. When she found the world of m/m fiction, she fell in love. Finally, a way to bring those strong male characters together and let those emotional connections spill over into deeper relationships. Sometimes her characters go through the emotional wringer, but they always have each other.

Brynn lives in Virginia near her two grown daughters who support her writing and sometimes act as proof readers. Both of her daughters are also aspiring writers and hopefully it’ll just be a matter of time before they have their own author’s biography.

Brynn was a teacher by profession for thirty years. She worked in special bryn-logoeducation with children with emotional disabilities. She has recently changed careers and is now working as a mental health counselor to this same population and their families. When she is not working or writing, she loves to draw and paint. She also gets outside as often as she can, reads anything that doesn’t move out of the way, and is always looking for her next story.

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Other Blog Stops

      Date Blog Name   Blog Owner Blog Address
September 1st Bike Book Reviews Becky http://bikebookreviews.blogspot.com/
September 2nd Drops of Ink Anne Barwell http://anne-barwell.livejournal.com/
September 2nd Snow’s Untangled Threads and Musings Snow Tigra http://snowtigra.blogspot.com/
September 3rd Antonia Aquilante Antonia Acquilante  www.antoniaaquilante.com/blog
September 3rd The Story Struggle and Beyond Ki Brightly www.brightlybooks.wordpress.com
September 4th Thianna Durston Thianna Durston Http://mm.thiannad.com
September 4th Unconventional Love Stories Charley Descoteaux https://cdescoteauxwrites.com/
September 4th Misadventures of the Heart Heloise West https://velvetpanic2.wordpress.com/
September 5th Sandra Bard Sandra Bard http://sandrabard.tumblr.com
September 5th Tempest O’Riley Tempe O’Riley http://tempesteoriley.com/
September 6th Jackie Keswick Jackie Keswick http://www.jackiekeswick.co.uk
September 7th Chaos in the Moonlight K-lee Kline http://chaosinthemoonlight.blogspot.ca/?m=1&zx=8a3ea5613ebace1d
September 8th Grace R. Duncan Grace Duncan http://www.grace-duncan.com/graces-blog
September 8th Brita Addams Brita Addams http://www.britaaddams.net/#!blog/c1zoe
September 8th Cryselle’s Bookshelf Chryselle www.crysellesbookshelf.com
September 9th Emotion in Motion Elizabeth Noble http://www.elizabeth-noble.com/my-blog
September 9th MM Good Books Review https://mmgoodbookreviews.wordpress.com/
September 10th Jacob Z Flores Jacob Flores http://www.jacobzflores.com/
September 11th Andrew’s Blog Andrew Grey http://andrewgreybooks.com/blog/
September 12th Nicki J Marcus Nicki Marcus http://www.nickijmarkus.com
September 12th Rainbow Gold Reviews Marc Fleischhauer rainbowgoldreviews.wordpress.com
September 13th PD Singer PD Singer http://wp.me/puLP9-1bg
September 14th Our Story LGBTQ Historical Fiction Christopher  Moss https://ourstoryglbtqhistoricalfiction.com
September 15th Renee Stevens Renee Stevens http://reneestevens.net/blog-2/
September 15th Purple Rose Tea House Charlie Cochet http://purpleroseteahouse.com
September 15th Open Skye Book Reviews http://openskyebookreviews.com/
September 15th The Novel Approach Reviews Lisa (Novel Approach) http://www.thenovelapproachreviews.com/
Throughout the tour Book Trailer on You Tube Lex Valentine https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCOua40uCJM






Kate Pavelle on training, heartache, and romance

HCcover1400x2100Please welcome Kate Pavelle, who has a way of taking difficult topics and bringing life and joy out of them in the end. I asked about her new release, Hard Climb,  Book 2 of the SwimBikeRun trilogy, which I have been following like the fan of sports and m/m love that I am.


The kind and effervescent P.D. Singer has been expecting this guest blog for quite some time. I’ve been meaning to write it, but every time I sat down and tried to focus on Jesse and Sebastian, and on the SwimBikeRun series, I stalled.

Nothing came to me.

Just the real world.

Upset and discord and all kinds of unpleasantness.

I just couldn’t focus on “Climbing Hard,” nor on its prequel, “Treading Water.”

Until last Friday, that is. I was in the pool, where my husband and I were getting our swim in before a margarita and chips date at a local restaurant (This triathon won’t train for all by itself, and a margarita with salt is like jacked-up Gatorade.) Few years ago, the utter boredom of crossing the pool back and forth had inspired me to think of a plot that would revolve around the sport of triathlon. I plotted as I swam, and as I swam, my characters were beginning to take shape in the water to my side, spun of the foam of my imagination and of the ephemeral bubbles that were kicked up by other swimmers. The guys helped me through a lot back then.

Last Friday, as I plowed through chlorinated water while pondering my real-life situation, they helped me once again. That is, I didn’t imagine them nearby and I didn’t try to evoke them. They didn’t show up. Instead, like a weird, delayed spark of bright illumination, I’ve come to realize that whereas a few years ago I have been a lot like Jesse, today I am a lot like Sebastian.

A bit spoiled, a bit entitled.  Always wanting to do the right thing, but not always knowing how. Entangled in a family business I’d rather not be part of, and trying to get away to do my own thing. Much like Sebastian, I am now at odds with my father. Much like Sebastian, I’m also dependent on the family business income to an unhealthy degree.

And, just like Sebastian, I will stand up for myself and do what I am good at. What I love best. Those talents and preferences aren’t governed by common history and shared DNA. Neither Sebastian nor I will move back to Europe to run a company, and neither of us will be pushed into taking on a project we don’t see in a good light.

This discord, it is stressful. I used to be the “good daughter.”

This hurt, it’s depressing. I have no retort for sharp words flung in anger.

This growth, it is painful – but the ache of rebirth is a price I’m willing to pay.

I’m not sure of my own HEA, although I hope for the best. For you, the reader, I can only promise a firm and touching conclusion to the SwimBikeRun series in book 3, “Final Dash,” coming out in April 2016.

 P.S. For those many of you who are reading these books, if you have a minute, drop me a review on Amazon! ~ Kate


treading waterThank you, Kate, and I know there will be a resolution to your life roll.

Readers, I suggest starting at the beginning with Jesse and Sebastian, which is Treading Water. 

 Buffeted by the winds of fate, Jesse Hightower drifted far from his Crow reservation. Family issues, foster homes, and living hard on the street. Now his computer-jockey job got him out of shape, and a tough split with Renata threw him into depression. Even worse — to keep his job, he has to train for a mandatory, company-wide triathlon.

An heir to an ice cream empire, Sebastian Gillen was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and family expectations of an executive career. A brilliant swimmer, Sebastian had given up his shot at the Olympics for the sake of business. Meeting Jesse at the pool is an exciting breath of fresh air. Inspired by Jesse’s inner strength, Sebastian resolves to make this boyfriend thing work, even if he has to stand up to his family – including his sister, Renata.

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“When it feels like it’s us against the world, let’s not forget the friends that have our backs.”

Jesse and Sebastian are together now – or are they? Sebastian is waging a murky corporate battle on his own. When his distance and stress turns Jesse into a mess, Jesse’s boss Tyler remembers what his own break-up with Sebastian felt like. He pulls a few strings to help Jesse, he hits Sebastian with a clue-bat. It works wonders, but the results are just a calm before the storm.

Sebastian’s plan to ease into living with Jesse openly dies as he’s outed and black-mailed. The ground under his feet crumbles. From a designer business suit to cheap construction boots, his life of privilege falls apart and only Jesse and the constancy of triathlon training keeps him sane. Sebastian’s goals are clear: They won’t be homeless. They’ll make ends meet. For Jesse, he’ll do anything.

Indigent–read and help others

FeeleyFor some good reads in a great cause, get this collection.


Our nature is to live and let live.

Often disregarding the plight of our homeless, our sick, our tired and our handicapped LGBT fellow beings. It gives us great pleasure in presenting this edition to assist our community members wherever they may be. Many of our community members have nowhere to sleep, nothing to eat, and have no work. The proceeds collected from this book will go to rewarding several charities across the globe. These charities are passionate about what they do. Some take in the homeless and others provide a home for the aged and the handicapped. The charities whom we will be assisting are:

GALA, South Africa

Lost-n-Found-Youth, Atlanta, USA Youth Off The Streets, Australia The Albert Kennedy Trust, UK

GALA is a centre for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and intersex (LGB- TI) culture and education in Africa. Their mission is, first and foremost, to act as a catalyst for the production, preservation and dissemination of knowledge on the history, culture and contemporary experiences of LGBTI people.


Lost-n-Found is Atlanta’s only non-profit organization dedicated to taking homeless lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender youth off the street and into more permanent housing, Lost-n-Found Youth is dedicated to the advocacy and service of youth from 13 to 25 years old.


Youth Off The Streets is a non-denominational community organisation working for young people aged 12-25 who are facing challenges of homeless- ness, drug and alcohol dependency, exclusion from school, neglect and abuse. We support these young people as they work to turn their lives around and overcome immense personal traumas such as neglect and physical, psycholog- ical and emotional abuse.


The Albert Kennedy Trust supports lesbian, gay, bisexual and trans homeless young people in crisis. Every day they deal with the the effects home- lessness can have on young people’s lives.


These charities require funding to assist desperate, needy members of our community and this book is a mere drop in the ocean of how we can reach out socially to them.

Indigent has been produced to entertain and delight and all the stories leave the reader with a “feel good” state of mind.


Indigent is available as ebook and paperback, with stories from Frederick Eugene Feeley Jr, Mari Evans, Leona Windwalker, Shaye Evans, M. LeAnne Phoenix, from  CoolDudes Publishing, and through Amazon and Gumroad.


Five authors have joined together to produce stories evoking both loss and hope. Reaching deep within their fiery imaginations, these stories take flight and showcase dreams for a better today and future for LGBT everywhere. Embodying a diverse set of talents and stories, this volume sets out to grab the hearts of those who read the m/m genre and to offer hope to LGBT across the globe.

Frederick Eugene Feeley Jr’s “Indigent”, after which the anthology takes it’s name, brings the reader to witness an apocalyptic war between the good and evil that rages in one man’s mind. Soon he will know that his prob- lems are insignificant compared to those of others.

Mari Evan’s “Stumbling into Forever”, involves a handsome young vampire who will learn that just a sip of blood is the difference between love and freezing to death.

Leona Windwalker’s   “If Only the World”, takes rejection to another level. A heartbreaking story that is turned on it’s head by the kindness of strangers.

Shaye Evans’ “Rescued”, is a contemporary social statement about the af- termath of a young man’s life after his drink has been spiked at a bar.

LeAnne Phoenix’s “Higher Love”, takes us on an almost spiritual journey through the minds of two people who have never met, but have spo- ken on a telepathic level. When they do come together, that bond is already cemented but there is a price to pay.

Author Information

Frederick Eugene Feeley Jr

F.E. Feeley Jr was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan and lived there for twenty years before joining the military. He is a veteran of the US Armed Services; having done a tour in support of Operation Iraq Freedom in 2002-2003, he turned college student, pursuing a degree in political sci- ence. He now lives in Southeast Texas where he is married to the love of his life, John, and where they raise their 1½-year-old German shepherd, Kaiser.

As a young man, reading took center stage in his life, especially those nov- els about ghosts, witches, goblins, and all the other things that went bump in the night. His favorite authors include such writers as Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and Anne Rice, whose work allowed him to travel to far off plac- es and meet fascinating and scary characters. As a gay man, he wishes to be able to write good fictional literature for those who love the genre and to write characters that readers can relate to. All in all, he is a cigarette smokin’, whiskey drinkin’, rock and roll lovin’, tattoo wearin’ dreamer of a man with a wonderful partner who puts up with his crap and lets him write his stories.

Mari Evans

Mari is a wife and the proud mother of a very active daughter, two

dogs and two cats. She’s a very social kind of girl, who loves to talk. It’s both her best and worst quality.

From the moment she could read, she devoured books. Anything goes, as long as it has a happy ending.

There were always stories swirling around in her head and as a child she liked to lay in bed and let the characters have their story and happy ending. It wasn’t until 2013 that she actually tried to put one of the whole stories down and submit it to a publisher. To her own surprise and excitement it was accept- ed. This gave her the drive to keep going.

The decision to write m/m was made when a friend told a story about a young gay man that struck a chord, even as her husband had already encour- aged her to try it earlier.

Now she found her passion, having already found the love in her family and friends, her life is completely chaotic, crazy but wonderful.

Shaye Evans

Shaye is a proud Australian and best selling author of the M/M Romance genre.

At age nineteen, Shaye found her love in the m/m genre when she read her first M/M and was instantly hooked, but it took her an entire year to begin writing her own. She has had five of nine short stories accepted to be published in 2014 alone. Something she is very proud to admit—and who wouldn’t be

When not writing or plotting her next piece, Shaye keeps busy by either reading one of over four-hundred books in her collection, designing her next book cover, or shopping. She one day dreams of being a paramedic and her books making it to the movies!

 Leona Windwalker

Leona is a long time staunch supporter of human rights and environmental causes. Her favorite genre is m/m fiction and she particularly enjoys the sci fi, fantasy and action suspense sub-genres, especially if they have a nice seasoning of romance. She has far too many books on her Kindle, has overloaded her phone with even more, and when not reading, writing, being driven to distraction by her children, or being overlorded by her three cats, spends time trying to locate the portal that the sock monster uses to steal socks from her dryer.

 LeAnne Phoenix 

Born and raised in Fort Worth, Texas in the mid-1970’s, Ms. Phoenix was

young and wild (and even free!) during the crazy wondrous decade known as the 1980’s and the even crazier but now grungy decade of the 1990’s. Music is second only to the muses that live and breathe to fill her mind with beautiful men, and music always helps them to tell their stories. She is never without her iPod or her computer no matter where she goes, although, she does like to hike and take pictures of the sky and the moon, and even the occasional shot of the sun through the branches of a tree.

An avid cat lover, Ms. Phoenix has been owned by many throughout her life, though her current owner is one Lily-Rose, who really would like for her to step away from the keyboard and pay her some attention! After all, hasn’t she earned it?


Get your copy, do some good in the world, and enjoy the stories.


Transgender Romance Writers featuring Vicktor Alexander

Trans_ blog hop badgePlease welcome Z. Allora and the Transgender Romance Writers, who have certainly opened my eyes and added to the TBR pile. Vicktor Alexander has offered a snippet of his new alternate universe novel, A Groom of Convenience, for us to enjoy, and the group has some goodies to offer. Don’t forget to leave a comment to enter.

Z. Allora, please tell us why you’re here today.

I want to thank P.D. Singer for allowing us to hop by on our Transgender* Romance Writers Blog hop. This lovely group of writers and I have been bouncing around the Internet to hopefully raise awareness about transgender* issues.

Did you know the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention came out with a follow-up study on transgender* people. Here are some distressing findings:

78% of survey respondents who suffered physical or sexual violence at school (attempted suicide).

65 % of respondents who experienced violence at work.

57% of those who reported that their family chose not to speak/spend time with them.

69% have experienced homelessness.

60% reported a doctor or healthcare provider refused to treat them.

57-61% of those disrespected or harassed by law enforcement officers.

Source: http://lexiecannes.com/2014/01/28/new-study-family-rejection-violence-cause-for-high-transgender-suicide-attempt-rate

I know many readers in this community have never read a transgender* romance. Remember that dark time long ago when you didn’t read m/m romance? (Hugs, I know you’d rather forget about it.) But when you first heard of this genre, you might have felt it was out of your comfort zone… until you opened that very first gay romance book. You were hooked.

The same way you fell in love with gay characters and now fight intolerance & promote equality, we want you to adore our transgender* characters. We want you to open our books (and your hearts) to witness transgender characters’ strengths, their struggles, their flaws and root for their victories in love because in doing so you’re going to understand a little bit more about their lives. And we hope you will fight transphobia just as hard as you fight homophobia.

We want to encourage your participation in this hop so please comment or ask us questions for a chance to win:

1 of 2 $20 Amazon gift cards
1 of 1 $20 online retailers B&N, ARE, or Amazon
1 of 1 $15 gift card
1 e-book copy of Groom of Convenience
1 e-book copy of Illusions & Dreams
1 e-book copy of Transgression

The winners will be picked after our last stop March 5th. We will notify you by e-mail.

What was your biggest worry in writing a transgender* romance?

Vicktor Alexander: Proselytizing, I guess. I didn’t want to be all like “HERE’S WHAT’S WRONG WITH SOCIETY! NOW FIX IT, ASSHOLES!!!” But at the same time I did want to show people that there was an issue and that they could help, and not even that, but that we all needed to become more comfortable with the issue. Myself included. While I was writing the book I had to constantly get over the sexist ideals that I had in my head that I wasn’t even aware were there. I was horrified.

Theo Fenraven: Not doing justice to the characters. Zach is bisexual, Sky and Liza are MtF transgender, and their friend Ricky is a cross-dresser.

Ethan Stone: That I would get it wrong with Taylor. That Taylor’s issues would seem unrealistic.

Sara York: That we wouldn’t do justice to the story. I think the result was fairly good though. I’m very happy with Transparency and the characters we created.

Kimberly Gardner: I didn’t have a worry that I would say was unique to writing a trans character. Whenever I’m writing a story, any story, I hope I have the talent and the skill to make the world of the story come alive for my readers. Mostly I think I’m pretty adept at doing that. If I fail to draw the reader in, the failure is mine and not on account of characters or the story I’m telling.

Corvus Alyse: At first, I really didn’t want to offend anyone or piss anyone off arbitrarily. But then I realized that I wouldn’t be writing for me. So I wrote from a point of view that I adopted from my own personal lifestyle. I do my thing, and as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else, I’m good.

 Z. Allora: Doing harm. The transgender* community has been sexualized far too often… I didn’t want to add to the negative stereotypes or unrealistic views. But I couldn’t stop my Boon-nam from rejoicing over having the body she’d always dreamed of nor would I not allow Lalana to celebrate the duality of her nature.

GroomofConvenience_postcard_front_DSP Groom of Convenience:

In an alternate universe, in the country of Angland, 1814, the gentry live lives of culture and class. It is a time of courtships, marriages of convenience, and titles, where scandal can ruin an entire family. Gender lines are blurred, and making a good match is of utmost importance. Children are born to men and women, which has led to the acceptance of same-sex marriages.

Lady Lucien Timothy Hawthorne is shocked and angry when he is betrothed against his will to Lord Heathcliff Eddington, III, the Duke of Pompinshire. While drowning his frustration at a popular gentleman’s club, he meets “Robert,” a gorgeous older man whom he sleeps with as “Timmy,” regardless of the potential damage to his reputation.

After their liaison, Lucien corresponds with Robert via letters left at Remmington, and they decide to elope. Before they can get away, Lucien meets his betrothed, Heathcliff, who he is surprised to discover is also his beloved, Robert. Both men desire a marriage of the heart, but they find out that sometimes a marriage of convenience can turn into love under the right circumstances. But Lucien has a secret, and Tlondon isn’t as safe as they once thought.


Excerpt For Groom of Convenience:

Lucien pulled on his white gloves and rose from the seat in front of his dressing table. Picking up his reticule, he turned toward his bedchamber door and accepted the golden lace fan Patty held out for him. He wore a white-and-gold waistcoat with tails that trailed to the floor. His white breeches were trimmed in gold, and he wore a pair of heeled white boots his mother had ordered made especially for the outfit he wore. His hair had been brushed, powdered, curled, and pulled to the side to rest on his shoulder, the loose queue surrounded by flowers, and small diamond barrettes throughout the blond strands of the rest of his hair. His eyes were lined in black kohl, and his lips had the smallest amount of red lip rouge, while his cheeks were brushed with pale pink rouge. He felt as if he were Princess Edward in that moment, and he tried not to smile too wide at Patty when she declared him the most beautiful woman she’d ever laid eyes on.

He stepped into the hallway just as the front door opened, and he placed a hand against his stomach to settle his nerves. His entire family was attending the Cavendish ball, and in Hawthorn tradition, they were all wearing clothes that complemented each other. The men were wearing hunter green and gold and the women wore white and gold. It was only in that moment that Lucien realized he should have coordinated his attire with his betrothed, and he could only hope that in the five hours since they’d last seen each other someone had thought to send word to Heath about what colors to wear.

All those thoughts left his mind when Lucien came to a stop at the top of the stairs. Heath stood in the entry hall, handing his walking cane, top hat, and greatcoat to the butler, wearing a black suit with tails, a snow white shirt, gold vest, and a white cravat. Lucien didn’t even have time to be happy about the fact that his future husband was wearing gold before Heath glanced up. The intensity in his gray eyes colliding with Lucien’s own left him breathless. The rest of the room faded around them, and Lucien found himself breathing in sync with his intended.

He watched, barely moving, as Heath walked toward him, up the stairs, not speaking, barely blinking. When he finally stopped before Lucien, Lucien looked up into his darkening silver eyes and inhaled sharply.

“You are a vision, wrapped in a dream.”

Lucien shook his head, wanting to deny Heath’s words, but Heath went down on one knee before him without warning.

“Forgive me for being remiss and not giving this to you before now, but I can only blame the fact that the wonder of your being has held me so enthralled I find myself barely able to function outside of your presence,” Heath said with a small smile. “I can only hope you will accept this gift as a small token of my esteem and as a measure of my devotion.”

Lucien gave Heath a wobbly smile and looked at the black box he pulled from the pocket of his waistcoat. Lucien gasped when the box was opened, one hand on his chest in amazement.

Nestled inside the velvet box was the most beautiful ring he had ever seen in his life. A large sapphire, the largest sapphire Lucien had ever laid eyes on—bigger even than his mother’s—surrounded by diamonds, waited to be placed on his finger, and Lucien’s eyes filled with tears.

“Oh milady! You must not cry! Your cosmetics will smear,” Patty warned him. Lucien let out a watery laugh as he held out his left hand for Heath.

“Then I’m afraid we will be late to the ball, Patty, for these dreadful tears give not one whit about whether or not my cosmetics will run down my face.”

Heath let out a loud chuckle as he lifted the ring from the box and slid it onto Lucien’s finger before placing a gentle kiss on that same finger. Heath looked up into Lucien’s face and smiled gently at him.

“You have made me extremely happy,” Heath said.

“The feeling is completely mutual, I assure you, Your Grace,” Lucien choked out. He smiled widely and stepped back as Heath stood. Lucien turned to Patty. “How bad do I look?”

Patty shook her head and rushed him back to his room.

Before long Lucien was being wrapped in his fur-trimmed white cloak and assisted into Heath’s carriage. Heath sat across from Charlotte, Rourke, and Whitcomb, and Lucien sat next to him and Yarborough. A line of carriages left the Yorkshire Estate and traveled to Cavendish Manor, and Lucien found his hands trembling slightly in his lap, the glove of his left hand puffed up around his ring. He’d caused everyone to laugh when he’d put the ring on over the glove and then taken it off and put it on under the glove before eventually settling for having it on underneath his glove before they could finally leave.

“Are you all right, my lady?” Heath whispered to him.

“Yes, Your Grace.” Lucien nodded. “I am quite well.”

“Oh Luce, I hope you are not worrying over Madison Kipling,” Charlotte spoke up in the darkness of the carriage.

“The viscount’s heir?” Heath asked.

Lucien groaned and lowered his head in embarrassment.

“Why would you be worried about Kipling?”

“Lucien was in love with Madison when he was a little girl,” Charlotte said, a teasing note to her voice.

“You were?” Heath sounded amused.

“Two years ago is not so little,” Lucien mumbled. The carriage grew  quiet.

“It was completely one-sided, though, Your Grace. I assure you,” Charlotte said quickly.

Lucien looked at Heath, who sat watching him intently, and nodded in agreement. “I assure you, Pompinshire, Mr. Kipling doesn’t even know I exist.”

“Well, then, he’s a fool,” Heath stated with finality.

Nothing further was said on the matter, and Lucien settled, as much as his outfit would allow, into the cushioned seat of Heath’s luxurious carriage. Soon they were pulling up in front of the Cavendish Manor and waiting in a line of carriages.

When they reached the front of the line, Charlotte was assisted down by her husband, who had stepped down first, and Lucien was helped down by Heath, who smiled the entire time Lucien stepped from the carriage.

They walked up the stairs to the front door and handed their cloaks and greatcoats to the waiting servants and maids.

Lucien took Heath’s offered elbow and walked with him to the ballroom, behind their parents, followed by Heath’s friends. The rousing sounds of the quadrille could be heard even from the entry hall as they made their way to the ballroom, their whole party resplendent in their attire, and Lucien had to stop himself from bobbing his head along to the music. Heath’s parents were introduced first, and Lucien swallowed nervously. Then Lucien’s parents stepped up to the doorway and handed their cards to the butler so they could be announced.

“The Earl and Countess of Yorkshire,” the butler announced.

Lucien smiled slightly as his parents stepped forward and walked down the stairs to the ballroom. Charlotte and Rourke were announced next, then Mary and George, and when Frances and Sophie stepped up, Lucien saw Madison across the room. His breath caught when he found himself almost pinned in place by the green gaze of the heir to the Cavendish title.

Madison was tall and thin, though not lanky. He was nowhere near as broad and muscled as Heath. But where Heath was all brawn, dangerous muscle, and screamed possessiveness, Madison was grace, sophistication, and beauty. His eyes widened in interest as he looked at Lucien as if seeing him for the first time, and he began to walk forward.

“His Grace, the Duke of Pompinshire, and his betrothed, Lady Lucien Hawthorn,” the butler intoned, and the entire room came to a halt. Including Madison.

It gave Lucien a bit of a thrill to know that Madison Kipling, a man he had spent years pining and daydreaming over, finally wanted him, only to find out he couldn’t have him. Lucien pasted a serene smile on his face, when he really wanted to let out a laugh of delight, and squeezed Heath’s arm gently.

“Are you ready, Beauty?” Heath asked.



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