I’m happy to say that Kimber Vale is my guest today! Double Takes is the second book in the Shooting Stars series – a series that I personally think looks amazing and one I’m adding to my TBR list. 🙂 So, today Kimber will be telling us about a little bit about herself and her new release, Double Takes, treating us to a great excerpt, and doing a giveaway!

Please join me in welcoming her and feel free to leave a comment or two. 🙂

Kimber Vale - Double Takes cover 5-15-14

When and why did you begin writing?

I always enjoyed writing, from journaling to written assignments in school. I had a couple of false starts—stories I began but never finished because I hit a wall. Finally, in 2011, I read Cassandra Clare’s Mortal Instruments books and told myself that if I didn’t actually try to do this author thing I’d always dreamed of, it wasn’t going to happen. I wrote 140,000 words of a paranormal young adult story that still sits on my hard drive with the last two chapters yet to be written. Someday I may get back to it. But, that massive test-drive taught me to plot out entire stories before I started, to avoid the old brick walls that stopped me in the past. I started writing and subbing short stories to prove to myself I was capable of completing projects. I wrote some horror under my real name, and tried my hand at bizarro and erotica under my pen. I was quickly hooked on the high of acceptance letters, and then made the shift to writing longer works.

Do you have a specific writing style?

I don’t know. Crackerjack? My books are kinda sweet, kinda crunchy, with quite a few nuts, and maybe a cheap surprise if you’re lucky. J

What do you find is the hardest thing about being an author?

Staying off the internet and getting my work done. 😉

What inspired you to write Double Takes?

My MC Gio had a walk-on in the first book in my Shooting Stars series, Forever is Now. I had the idea for a bisexual rocker, based loosely on a rumor from long ago about Anthony Kiedis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers being bi. There are also rumors of his large penis size, so I grabbed that bit of inspiration for my book as well.

Was there anything you found particularly challenging when writing Double Takes?

Ummm, I’d say getting my map of Boston right, especially for my high-octane scene at the end. My hubby and I lived in Bean Town for five years, but it isn’t like I have the entire city committed to memory. My Boston atlas is pretty dog-eared.

How did you come up with the title Double Takes?

Double Takes is the name of the antique shop owned by Gio’s love interest, Lance Garrett. I swiped the name from a second hand shop down the road from where I live. I figured it was appropriate for the second book in the series, and could be interpreted in a couple of ways.

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?

I’d say three. My pub, Liquid Silver Books, gives books with anal sex an automatic three. No BDSM or anything, just two guys getting’ busy.

What’s next for you?

My third title in this series—Kyrie and Greg’s book—will be out next. I’m currently editing it and hope to have that subbed soon. Then I have a bunch of ideas and need to nail one down and run with it, but I’d like to start another series, possibly one with more of a paranormal slant. I also have a feeling I’ll be writing a fourth Shooting Stars book involving Kyrie and Greg again because they have more story to tell.

Thanks so much for hosting me, Jennifer!

Kimber Vale - Double Takes cover 5-15-14Book Blurb

Ah, the life of a rock star. Everyone thinks it’s nothing but sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

Not for Giovanni Savale.

For the lead singer of Three Deaf Mice, a band that reached its pinnacle in the late nineties, it’s nothing but an ugly divorce with a custody battle, money trouble, and now the nightmare exposure of starring in a reality television show. When his producer decides to cash in on an infamous interview Gio did years ago, and give the self-confessed bisexual rocker an onscreen boyfriend, things really hit the fan. Gio is certain his sexual experimentation back in his drug-abusing days meant nothing — after all he’s been married for nine years, clean and sober for nearly as long, and he has a son. And Gio is not remotely attracted to Kyrie, the funny, flamboyant actor they choose for his love interest. Of course, Lance Garrett, the mysterious and sexy owner of the local antique shop, Double Takes, is a whole different story. The guy has Gio planning out a future he never imagined. With the threat of losing all custody of his ten-year-old son, ghosts from the past returning for revenge, and the cameras rolling, can Gio keep his head above water and his heart from getting broken?


Lance’s hand on top of his stopped Gio from silencing the irritating voice.

Gio sat down heavily next to Lance, one hand still burdened by his dinner plate and the other sandwiched between Lance’s palm and the remote. He didn’t dare pull it away, and Lance apparently wanted to see the entire commercial because he kept Gio trapped there until it finished.

“What was that all about?” Lance’s warm fingers slid from Gio’s, leaving his hand cold.

“Ah, it’s dumb. The world’s most degrading way to make a paycheck.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Lance stared at something past Gio’s shoulder.

“The producers took some stupid poll and found out the viewers want to see me…” Gio paused in search of the right word. What the hell did people want to see? “They wanna see me squirm. They want to see a supposedly bisexual man drowning in the same-sex dating pool. It’s all bullshit—just for ratings.”

“So, you’re not really dating that guy?”

“No! Well, yeah, I have to for the show. But not really. It’s just a publicity stunt, you know?”

“So, you aren’t bi, then?” Lance cocked his head and skewered Gio with those intense hazel eyes.

“Yeah! No! I mean … it’s not like I…” What the fuck was he even trying to say? You’ve screwed around with guys before, ass munch.

The confused squint of the eyes staring back at him—moss-green with spikes of brown radiating from his pupils—told Gio his answer didn’t exactly make sense to Lance, either.

“I always wondered if those rumors were true before you got married.” Lance made it sound like a question.

“Well, you know how it is … when you’re young, and you party too much. Sometimes you do shit you wouldn’t normally do if you weren’t fucked up, right?” Gio gave a weak laugh.

Lance’s face was introspective and finally he shook his head. “When I was young and I partied too much, I never ended up in bed with a woman, so no … I don’t know.”

Hold the fucking phone. Something skipped inside Gio’s chest. It was nauseating and exhilarating all at once. Like a rollercoaster when it crests the top of a hill. He knew he was about to drop, he craved the intoxicating free fall, but was scared shitless at the same time.

Lance placed his dinner on the coffee table and turned to Gio.

What is going on? How do I even respond to that?

“So…?” Gio began, but then Lance’s right hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to those amazing eyes, his mouth closer to Lance’s flawless one.

Lips, soft yet firm and unbelievably full, pressed to Gio’s and his eyelids dropped like they were weighted. Fingers carded the hair at the back of his head and lured him to kiss back. Or maybe it was the faint spicy smell Gio now associated with Lance that made his lips pucker and nibble against the other guy’s delicious mouth. Gio detected a hint of lemon poppy seed dressing as he sucked a voluptuous bottom lip between his own.

Lance’s tongue darted out to lick Gio’s closed mouth, and Gio opened to suck in a surprised breath. Gio’s tongue had a will of its own. It touched Lance’s wet tip and they swirled together, exploring each other’s taste, marking new territory in the other’s domain.

A low rumble came from somewhere; Gio wasn’t sure if it was he or Lance who groaned. He wanted to grab the man sitting next to him, wanted to slide his hand up the inseam of his jeans and stroke his dick into dripping hardness. Gio’s own cock was filling, twitching against the constraints of his pants with each meeting of their tongues.

Oh my God, what the hell am I doing? Nothing about this kiss—hot slippery tongues meshing and soft bristles tickling his cheeks—nothing about it was like his memories of other men. Those were hazy and unreal and this was vibrant—electric. His conscience had long ago associated those fleeting, drugged sexual acts with perversion. He had swept them under the carpets of history along with his ancient addictions. But this kiss didn’t make him think of sinfulness and mistakes. It felt right, like nothing before ever had. It flooded his senses and his prick and had him aching for more, everything Lance had.

Gio pulled away from his thoughts and from Lance’s lips. His breath came in shallow gasps that exposed him as much as the bulge in his pants did. Lance slid his warm hand off Gio’s neck and took a shaky inhalation. Gio swallowed hard as he swiped his hair back with trembling fingers. His plate was still in the other hand, tilting precariously but fortunately not dumped all over the floor. He set it down on the table just as a cheer went up on the television.

The Red Sox had scored a home run. I only got to first base, but man I was close to dropping to my knees and knocking this one out of the park. What the fuck?

Lance took a long pull off his water. Gio watched him out of the corner of his eye while he pretended to be enraptured by Big Papi jogging the bases. He had no clue what he should do or say. I’m not really into guys didn’t seem at all right anymore. Lance made it easy for him.

“Hey, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to freak you out. Just wanted to give you something to think about and you can get back to me on it.” He gave a half smile that was sexy as hell.

Buy links: Amazon * Liquid Silver Books * ARe

Kimber Vale - pic 5-15-14Author bio

Kimber Vale writes romance of all stripes, from hot hetero stories to mouthwatering men falling in love (under the name K. Vale). Keep up with Kimber’s news on her blog: http://www.kimbervale.me and friend/follow her on Facebook and twitter @KimberVale. Come for the sex. Stay for the story. http://www.authorkimbervale.com

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