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Today I am a guest at Lily Sawyers Book Blog – talking a little bit about myself and Pavarus. Come on by and check it out.

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Welcome Guest Author L.C. Chase!

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A big, warm welcome to today’s guest author, L.C. Chase. Among her published work, L.C.’s Riding With Heaven recently received 2012 Rainbow Awards Honorable Mention for Best Gay Mystery/Thriller, and she’s a 2013 EPIC eBook Awards Finalist, Best Contemporary Romance for Long Tall Drink. Congrats, L.C.!

Today, L.C. will be telling us a little bit about herself and her new release, Mister Romance: Love Brokers book 1. Please join me in welcoming her, and feel free to leave a comment or two. 🙂

Also, L.C. provided a link to a music video that shows off the setting of the story with images of all the places mentioned in the book. Click the image at the bottom of this post to view the music video.

When and why did you begin writing?

I’ve been writing forever in one form or another. In elementary school I won an award for a creative writing project. Later I wrote articles for sports and music magazines. It wasn’t until about…a dozen years ago (ish) my Mom said out of the blue, “You should write a novel.” To which my very elegant response was, “Huh?”

She planted the seed, and I began writing a story inspired by Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I loved the tormented Angel and that was the kind of story I wanted to tell: the misunderstood creature with a golden soul. Life and travel took me away from it for a long time, until a few years ago I finally planted my feet and started thinking about that story I’d started way back when. I dug it up and laughed out loud at some of what I’d written, but there was a glimmer in there worth polishing. Yes, that story is finished. No, its not published. It’s hiding under the bed. 😉 I’ve been writing fairly steady since, however.

What is your favorite thing about writing?

I love the escape into another world. I love when you hit a zone and get lost in it for hours—transporting to a different place, time, life… I love when people write to tell me something in my story resonated positively with them, or made them smile. There can never be enough smiles, IMO, so knowing I’ve helped to spread them a little makes my day.

Do you have a specific writing style?

Descriptive, I guess I would say. With purple prose tendencies, so I have to watch myself that I don’t get carried away. It’s something I always ask my beta readers to call me on.

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

Josh Lanyon is my all-time favorite author in this genre. He has a style that seems so effortless yet is packed with amazing depth and complexity—a novella feels like a complete novel.

What inspired you to write Mister Romance?

A dear friend of mine, who is the real Mr. Matchmaker. We were having a conversation with a few friends about his matchmaking prowess, one thing led to another and a plot bunny was born.

Was there anything you found particularly challenging when writing Mister Romance?

Would it be bad if I said no? Well, that’s not true. I had originally outlined the story to bounce back and forth from past and present, but it was like pulling teeth. As soon as I let go of trying to stick to the outline and let the story lead me, it was fun to write.

How did you come up with the title?

This isn’t actually the original title. My publisher requested a change but I was drawing blank. I mentioned it to one of my good friends and she came up with Love Brokers. I loved it and so did my publisher. Thank you, MC!

If you were to give your book a Heat Rating, (lowest) 1—simmering, 2—sizzling, 3—on fire, or 4—blazing (highest), which would it be and why?

Hmm, let’s go with sizzling. There’s a lot of sexual tension that leads to one very hot night on New Year’s Eve. *g*

What’s next for you?

Right now I’m working on finishing up the first book in a new three book series called Pickup Men. It’s an M/M contemporary western romance featuring the lives of rodeo cowboys.

Book Blurb

Jacob Cruz, aka “Mr. Matchmaker”, has an uncanny knack for knowing who would be perfect for whom, which led to his successful matchmaking company, His Perfect Match. His record is nearly flawless, but when it comes to his own love life he always seems to miss the mark.

Brant Hudson, aka “Mr. Romance”, is a hopeless romantic with his own romance consulting business. He knows every move in the book to win a heart and build a lasting, loving relationship, heck, he wrote the book. Even knowing what he knows, seeing his clients’ relationships bloom and grow, his own seem to miss the spark.

Sparks fly the first time Jacob and Brant meet at a New Year’s Eve party, but bad timing and sitcom-worthy mishaps conspire against them at every turn, from demanding clients to current boyfriends, spilled drinks to broken bones, and even a rogue ferret. How can the perfect couple ever hope to make it work when Old Lady Fate refuses to get out of their way?

Excerpt

Brant Hudson tried to hide the wince and sudden impulse to throw up when the woman’s rum-scented breath washed across his face. The number one reason he didn’t enjoy these industry-type parties: people who couldn’t hold their liquor. He forced a smile and looked around the room again for a familiar face to save him. Anyone who made eye contact at this point would do. Unfortunately anyone within eyeshot was currently involved in their own conversations. Probably with sober people who made sense and smelled nice.

“Ser’sly, I know what ’m talkin’ ’bout,” the drunk woman continued.

Seriously, I doubt it.

She squinted her eyes and scrunched her mouth, apparently having forgotten what she knew all about in midthought. Then her features relaxed and opened up like she’d seen the Messiah. She smiled and looked at Brant with unfocused eyes. “I’d rock yer world.”

Oh boy. She was pretty enough, he supposed. Surely some men would find her attractive, even sloppy drunk and hanging on them like a limpet. But he wasn’t one of them. Never was, never would be.

Brant made another scan of the crowd and spotted a vision in gold and silver floating effortlessly through the crowd toward him. Oh, thank you, God.

“Excuse me, darling,” Violet Walsh said in that siren’s voice of hers, then shot a glare so wicked at the woman it even gave Brant pause. She wedged herself between Brant and Miss Limpet, neatly freeing him, and said, “I need to steal this man for a few minutes. Well, for the evening actually. Run along now and find yourself a straight playmate, eh.”

Brant exhaled his relief at the well-timed escape opportunity, and laughter bubbled up from his chest. “I love you right now, Violet,” he said as she tucked her hand over his elbow and steered him away to safer waters, making leading him look like he was leading her. The woman had mad skills.

She smiled up at him with a mischievous grin. “I know, sweetheart.”

“Now that I’ve made a narrow escape, thanks to you, what do you plan to do with me?”

“If I had the right equipment, a lot of things.” The woman damn near growled, and Brant had to laugh again. “Alas, it is not to be. And of course, I’m very happily married. So what I plan to do with you is introduce you to your future husband.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you, but you know I kind of have a boyfriend.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Violet scowled and then after an exaggerated the-things-I-do-for-you sigh, continued, “What is it with the two of you anyway? I swear… Kind of is not the stuff of true love, hon.”

“The two of whom? And I know the stuff of true love, Violet. Hell, I wrote the book on it!”

“Really?” She stopped and looked up at him with wide, starstruck eyes.

“You don’t fool me with that innocent look for one second.”

Violet smiled and shook her head. “Well then, Mr. Know-it-all Romance. What are you doing with Mr. What’s-his-face Kind-of-boyfriend?”

“You have such a unique way with words.”

“Like I told Jacob. You need to trust your Auntie Vi.”

“Jacob?”

She slanted a sly smile his way before slipping her hand out from his elbow and striding forward to a small group of people conversing near the bar. There were three men, two of which had their backs to him, and one woman. Three strides ahead of him, Violet reached the foursome and slipped an arm around the waist of one of the men facing away. While Brant towered over Violet, despite the four-inch lethal weapons she wore on her feet, the man she had cozied up to met her at eye level when he turned his head to greet her. He smiled and even from the short distance between them, in profile only, Brant knew the man had a smile that could stop traffic. Total cliché yes, but he was Mr. Romance after all, and as far as he was concerned, completely within his rights to use all matter of cliché, poetry, and grand gesture to win a heart.

Brant was the first to admit to being a die-hard romantic, but he came by it naturally. His mom and dad had been his prime examples and unwavering role models on what it meant to love and cherish another till death do they part. Some of his fondest memories were of sitting on the couch in his parents’ rambling ranch house with his mom, dad, two brothers, and sister, watching movies. He, his mom, and his sister, Ellie, always cried at the sad or heartbreaking parts while his brothers tossed popcorn at them, and his dad covertly wiped his eyes. Brant grew up surrounded by love, a love that didn’t even hitch a beat when he came out to his family at fifteen. No matter how busy his life became, he made a point of always going home for Sunday-night dinner and a movie with his folks. Usually it was just the three of them these days—his brothers and sister, busy with their own families, managed to only make one Sunday a month—and he and his mom still cried while his dad pretended not to.

Brant wanted to experience that kind of love and devotion and share it with the world, so after getting his business degree, he started his own relationship consulting company, True Romance. He knew every move in the book to win a heart and build a lasting relationship, and he did write the book. True Romance: How to Win a Heart still sat firmly on the best-seller list three years after its release. But even knowing what he knew, watching his clients’ relationships bloom and grow, his own seemed to miss that magical spark that set a fire for a lifetime. Ever the hopeful romantic, he fully believed his prince would come. He just wished the man had shown up before he’d turned thirty two years ago.

Violet turned back to Brant and beckoned him with an outstretched hand. “Brant, I want you to meet a very dear friend of mine.”

The man turned around to face him fully, and Brant froze. Brant had come across many an attractive man over the years. Some he simply admired for their good looks or their bearing; some drew his attention long enough to linger in his memory and maybe visit his dreams. Occasionally they stirred a wave of lust and desire so strong he had to go with it to see where it led, but Lord have mercy, this was the first time he’d felt the whole trifecta in one blow.

Warm hazel eyes offset by caramel-colored skin and dark hair that hung in long bangs sent Brant’s brain skittering, and the incredible smile that backed them up made it spiral right off the tracks. His heart pounded hard in his rib cage, and the ballroom seemed brighter all of a sudden. A shiver of adrenaline kicked through his veins, followed by a wave of euphoric dizziness that threatened to drop him to his knees.

Whoa, so this is what love at first sight feels like.

Distantly he heard Violet speaking, knew she was introducing them, but only two words took root in his endorphin-muddled brain: Jacob Cruz. The man whose spell Brant had just fallen firmly under cocked his head slightly to the side, and Brant damn near whimpered, “I’m yours.”

He had no idea how long he stood there staring at Jacob, certain his mouth was hanging open while drool trickled down his chin, before he realized Jacob had extended his hand in greeting and was waiting patiently for Brant to accept the gesture. The world slowed and sound muted as Brant watched his hand reach for Jacob’s as though he were viewing through someone else’s eyes. Their hands met, closed around each other, and heat spread outward from the point of contact until Brant felt his chest swell with its sweet warmth. He marveled at the way his paler skin perfectly contrasted with Jacob’s, the way their hands fit together as though they’d been meant to. As though they were fated.

Brant realized his mouth hadn’t been hanging open after all when he opened it to speak, but apparently he’d lost that ability with his brain still off track. Now he was surely drooling.

Jacob’s smiled widened. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Brant.”

Brant restrained a groan—just—at the soft timbre of Jacob’s voice, and then his mouth discovered it could operate without consulting his brain, and he blurted, “I have a boyfriend.” Immediately heat shot up his neck and spread into his cheeks. Oh, God, could I be any more of a moron? Well, at least the runaway mouth would take attention away from any embarrassing lack of bodily fluid control.

A very unladylike snicker broke through the pounding of his heart in his eardrums. Damn, he’d all but forgotten Violet was there, that anyone other than he and Jacob were in the large ballroom—which now seemed louder than it had just a few minutes earlier—and by the smug look on her face, she knew it. He let go of Jacob’s hand and took a step back, fighting the urge to wipe his clammy palm on his thigh.

Brant closed his eyes and quietly said, “Please say that wasn’t my outside voice.”

“Sorry.” The tone of Jacob’s voice was teasing, though Brant could swear he heard a hint of regret in there too. He opened his eyes, hoping to see an expression to match what he imagined he’d heard in Jacob’s voice, but only saw genuine kindness. “I have a boyfriend too, so we’re even.”

“Oh.” The word was out and delivered with clear disappointment before he could curb it. If he could kick himself… What was he thinking? He and Glen had only been together for a couple of months, but Brant did genuinely care for Glen. Even though he’d never felt with Glen, or anyone for that matter, what he’d just felt with Jacob.

“That was your outside voice too, sweetheart,” Violet teased. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Breathe, Brant. It’s all good.” Then she stood back, grabbed both his and Jacob’s hands in hers, and gave them each a squeeze before releasing.

She said, “You two stay right here and get acquainted while Auntie Vi gets you both a drink.”

Buy Links: Loose ID * All Romance eBooks * Amazon

Author Bio

Artist by day, author by night, L.C. Chase is a hopeless romantic and adventure seeker. After a decade of road tripping on three continents, she now calls the Canadian West Coast home. When not writing tales of beautiful men falling love, L.C. can be found designing book covers of said beautiful men, reading, drawing, running the trails with her goofy four-legged buddy who, if he were human, would be a stand up comedian, and giving in to fighting her root beer addiction.

You can find L.C. at: Website * Bog * Twitter * Goodreads * DeviantArt

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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

May all of your trees be decorated with lovelies such as these!

Welcome Guest Author Avril Ashton!

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Today’s guest author is the talented Avril Ashton. Just released December 5th, 2012, readers of Goodreads have already rated Avril’s 2nd book in her Brooklyn Sinner series, Sinner, Savior, just shy of 5 out of 5 stars! Her 1st book of the series, Love the Sinner, has received rave reviews, so I do not doubt that Sinner, Savior will fair just as well.

There are a few main questions that almost every author is asked, ‘Are you a plotter, or do you let your characters run the show?’, being one of them. Read about what Avril has to say, and feel free to leave a comment or two.

I tried outlining a story once. Took pen and paper and sat down and wrote out everything I thought should and would happen in the story I was about to write. I plotted that bad boy to a ‘T’, within an inch of its life.

I was so proud. There, I had planned something, wrote it out on paper—in pen no less—and I felt so proud. Hell, the damn book was already written in my mind beginning to end. All the twists and the turns and the character development and the secrets and back stories.

I mean, I had it all down.

Then I started actually writing.

And something happened.

Nothing was unfolding like I’d foreseen it. Like I’d planned it. Like I’d outlined it. What was happening? I took precious time to plot this thing and you’re telling me it was all useless? The hell you say?

I had recently begun writing seriously so I wasn’t yet aware of my system, or of my characters. Turns out, my characters can’t be pinned down. My stories can’t be told. I had to allow my characters to be themselves; I couldn’t tell them who to be. I had to experience my stories; I couldn’t simply assume what the journey might be.

That was a hard lesson to learn. There are many who’d say they are your characters, you are the writer, you control things. For some that can be true, that can work. I know for me, it doesn’t. It was a hard lesson to learn, but a necessary one. The freedom I now have when I sit at my computer to begin a story with only a title and the main characters names makes that lesson priceless.

We’re all different. Some know everything about their characters before they begin. All secrets, all fears. Some have a basic outline, some have road maps. I have a title, the two main characters’ names, and a one line description of the story.

Works for me.

Book blurb

Sinner or Savior? Each man has a choice to make. It should be simple. It never is.

Gun runner Pablo Castillo has cemented his reputation in the gun trade as callous and cold-hearted. Personal feelings no longer matter, not with everyone out to make him a sacrifice on their way to the top. He remains untouchable, until a meeting with a rival gang leader and a new deal brings him face-to-face with temptation.

Dev is the right hand to a sadistic bastard out for blood and glory. He hides his true feelings of distaste for his boss, not the least of his many secrets. He could’ve sworn those secrets were safe, but after meeting Pablo he’s not so sure. The two men come together in a heated affair neither can deny, battling themselves, each other and a deadly enemy bent on spilling blood. Pablo and Dev will have to stick together or walk away from a love neither man expected to find. The choice should be simple. It never is.

Excerpt

Kissing Dev had to be one of his biggest mistakes.

Pablo stared unseeing out the window of his office. The intoxicating scent of a welcome summer rain filled the air, but he couldn’t enjoy it.

He was back on that boat, under Dev, and loving every second of the other man’s heavy weight. Every swipe of his tongue. Nothing good could come of his dallying with one of York’s men, not when Pablo had that bastard in his crosshairs for trying to take him out.

York had to be taught a lesson—there were some people in this world you fucked with and some you don’t.

Pablo resided squarely in the don’t column.

But Dev. That kiss. It’d been two days and he sure as hell couldn’t forget it, not the taste of Dev or the scent of him.

I need to get laid.

His neglected libido had to be the only explanation for his acting like a lovesick fool. For allowing himself to be taken down by the enemy. Because Dev was the enemy, those firm lips and talented tongue notwithstanding.

Pablo shifted in his chair to ease the pressure in his groin. He’d gone to great lengths to safeguard himself and to get where he was, a little thing like a hard-on for one of York’s men sure as fuck wasn’t allowed to ruin that.

Not by a long shot.

He’d settle some things with his men and finally take that long-neglected trip to Philly to see Levi, get his dick spit-shined and a tight hole to sink into. He had no doubts by the time he got back to Brooklyn, he’d have gotten over wanting to fuck pretty boy Dev.

A knock sounded on the door and he looked up as Mateo and Freddo entered.

“Any news?” He lifted an eyebrow as the men sat on the couch opposite him.

Mateo spoke first, his dark-brown hair falling into his eyes when he nodded. “We think it’s him, but we still can’t be one hundred percent sure. He covers his tracks well.”

Freddo grunted in agreement. “Yeah, slippery bastard.”

“Has to be him.” Pablo got up and began pacing. “He’s stayed pretty much under our radar, but his choice of guns always gave him away.” He’d been on a personal quest to find his mother’s murderer for years and after all the frustration and anger, after debating whether to give up or not, he may have lucked out. He’d stake his life that York’s new client was the man he’d been searching for.

Mateo looked up at him. “Sounds like he’s preparing for something big though, with that amount of ammo. And the AR-15s, man…”

“Yeah.” Pablo was intimately familiar with the assault rifles and the damage they did. “We need to find him.”

“But how?” Freddo asked. “Did you get anything from York’s man the other day?”

Pablo shrugged. “Nothing useful, but I did promise to kill him if he didn’t find out the client’s identity.”

“That could work.” Freddo chuckled and Mateo joined in.

“It sure could.” Pablo sat back down at his desk. “Keep asking around, see if this mysterious client has approached anyone else to act as go-between for guns.” He fired up his computer then looked over his shoulder. “I’m leaving for Philly in a few hours, gotta see a man about some stuff.”

“Need some men?”

“Just one,” he answered Mateo. “No big entourage. We’re trying for a quick in and out.” In more ways than one. “By the way, who’s on York’s man, Dev?”

“Marcus and Fitch,” Freddo said. “They already checked in for the day, said nothing’s moving.”

Pablo turned back to the computer. “I want to know the minute anything does move, got it?”

A chorus of “got it, boss” rang out as the men left the room and closed the door behind them. Pablo grimaced, swallowing the urge to yell at them for directly disobeying his orders and calling him boss. That word sat heavily on his chest as he composed an email, reaching out for help.

He needed answers and in order to do that he had to resurrect ghosts.

He hurriedly sent the email off, fingertips ice cold, and stared at the tiny, translucent trails of water as they crawled along the window pane. He’d be the first to acknowledge he had a shitload of demons waiting to be exorcised, but he’d start with the easiest.

Pretty boy Dev.

A quick fuck from the very talented Levi would remove any lingering traces of Dev from Pablo’s skin and head. He was sure of it.

Many hours later, balls wrung dry, Levi’s scratches still raw on his skin, Pablo stood under a scalding shower in a nondescript Philadelphia hotel, Dev’s face dancing behind his closed eyes, regretting that promise.

Buy link: Ellora’s Cave * All Romance eBooks * Amazon

Author bio

l always wanted to have a sexy bio, one to reflect who I am, but after drawing a blank, l could only come up with: I eat cake and I read books…ooh, and I write ‘em too. No one liked it and after massive peer-pressure and pouting, I managed something more…suitable?

A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother

Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.

You can fine Avril at: Website * Blog * Facebook * Twitter * Goodreads * Authorgraph * The Romance Studio * iTunes * Amazon

Wake Up Wednesday – Happy Holidays

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As you can tell by the title, today’s W.U.W is holiday themed. I know Christmas isn’t until next Tuesday, but this is the last Wednesday before the happy event! And in celebration of the holiday, there are six photo’s instead of four. 😉

Also, since it’s the holidays, W.U.W will be taking a break and won’t start up again until next year. Calm down, calm down, it’s only one week that’ll be skipped – it’ll be back before you know it!

Anyhohoho (yeah, that was corny even to me), enjoy the festive men!

The usual blurb –

I’ve always thought of Wednesday as the longest day of the week. You’re halfway through your five-day grind at work and you just want it to be over with. You find yourself dragging along and in desperate need of a pick-me-up, and what better way to pull yourself out of that daze then HOT men.

So, I’ve decided to create Wake Up Wednesday. This is a posting of 4 pictures of hot men (in both the single and plural sense and in any way, shape, form, or position that I can find them… phew!) that’ll hopefully put that bounce back in your step to get you through the rest of the week – hey, it works for me, so why not 😉

(Please see the disclaimer at the bottom of this blog in regards to the pictures)