New from Eric Gober and Wayward Ink Publishing: Out of Order

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Title: Out of Order

Author: Eric Gober

Length: short story

Genre: M/M, gay romance, contemporary

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Synopsis

After bombing a job interview, Trent wants to get to the airport and fly home. But high up in a San Francisco skyscraper, he stumbles upon Rob, an old crush who mysteriously vanished from his life. Little does Trent know he’s about to be broadsided. In a moment, Rob will make a startling confession, old feelings for him will reignite, and the city’s worst disaster in decades will erupt around them. Can the two survive the deadly shaking? Or will they perish in the shattered, blacked-out city?

*originally published in the Stranded anthology

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Excerpt

Rob emerged from the hallway wearing an Oakland A’s baseball cap.

“I didn’t know you were a baseball fan.”

“I’m not much of one, really, just supporting the home team. I’m going to a World Series party after our drinks.”

“You live in Oakland?”

“Yep.” He came and stood very close to me and pointed. “South of Cal’s clock tower, near Rockridge BART Station, so I take a train into the city for this project.”

“So many trees. It must be pretty there.”

“I like it.”

“Does Chris live with you?”

He shook his head. “We split up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

“Well, if you ask me, it’s Chris’s loss, not yours.”

“Trent, what I meant was I’m sorry I wasn’t completely honest with you in Arizona.” He looked at me as if I knew what he was talking about.

“What do you mean?”

“Chris was my boyfriend, not girlfriend.”

As I gazed into his handsome green eyes, comprehending his revelation, a crust around my heart ruptured, and feelings I’d stored for him rippled through me. I felt the office sway as I tried to steady myself.

Then my knees buckled and everything shook.

Plate glass quavered. Lobby chairs lurched. Kaleidoscopic serigraphs rattled and fell off walls. Fluorescent light tubes popped from fixtures and shattered around us. A big beige computer monitor flew from the reception counter and exploded on the parquet floor.

Rob seized my arm and tugged me under the counter. The ground vibrated beneath my hands and knees, and the ceiling cracked so hard I feared it was caving and rubble from floors above would bury us. Something hissed, and I felt drops soaking my suit. I looked up. The fire sprinklers were on. Rob grabbed me and pulled me close, and I shut my eyes and nestled against him hard. If I were going to die, at least I’d be in the arms of someone I’d loved.

About the author

Eric’s fiction often explores complications and entanglements in romance. His debut novel, Secrets of the Other Side, won three Reader Views literary awards, including Best Fiction Book of the Year. Describe by critics as “an emotional journey of love, loss, and self discovery” and “an incredible coming-of-age story,” the novel chronicles one gay youth’s quest for love and happiness during the tumultuous eighties and nineties.

His short stories have appeared in numerous anthologies, including Encore, A Likely Story, Stranded, First Time for Everything, and Best Gay Romance 2014. He earned his MFA in creative writing from Wichita State University.

Eric grew up in Las Vegas, Nevada, and has lived in Arizona, Kansas, and the San Francisco Bay Area. Today he makes his home in Los Angeles, where he enjoys trail running, spending time with friends, and working on new short stories and his next novel.

Social links

Website: www.ericgober.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GoberEric

Twitter: https://twitter.com/gobereric

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6964936.Eric_Gober

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New from Louise Lyons and Wayward Ink Publishing: One Snowy Night

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Title: One Snowy Night

Author: Louise Lyons

Length: short story

Genre: gay romance

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Synopsis

One snowy night, Keith Brambles learns that appearances can be deceptive

Main character, Keith Brambles, is an up and coming British singer. He has had one disastrous first date after another, finding most men are only interested because of who he is. After yet another failed meeting, he sets off for home, driving too fast for the conditions. He loses control of his car in the snow and finds himself stranded – with no mobile phone signal and an outfit completely unsuitable for braving the freezing conditions.

Just as Keith has begun to think he’s destined to spend a night in his car, possibly suffering from hypothermia, a potential rescuer arrives, but Keith wonders whether he might have more to fear from the man, than the weather.

***Originally published in the Stranded Anthology

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Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TXHK0PG/

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00TXHK0PG/

Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00TXHK0PG/

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ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-onesnowynight-1754336-149.html

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-snowy-night-louise-lyons/1121282702?ean=9781925222258

Excerpt

“You’re Kent Brambles,” his rescuer said; a statement rather than a question.

Shit. “Uh…yes. Keith, actually. Kent’s just my…um…my…”

“Stage name?” The man grinned, but then grimaced a little.

“Yeah. I’m guessing my…uh…my music isn’t your cup of tea,” Keith said nervously.

“I’m into my rock and roll.” He smiled again and extended a large hand. “Mike Talbot.”

Surprised, Keith swapped hands with the cup of coffee, and slid his small, frozen hand into Mike’s big warm one. Mike gripped it firmly and gave it a brief shake, then let go.

“So what are you doing out here, driving in these conditions?” Mike asked.

“I…um…I went to meet a friend in Lincoln. It wasn’t snowing when I set off,” Keith replied.

“A friend? You mean a date?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s he doing letting you drive home in this shit? Couldn’t you stay over?” Mike’s brows furrowed, and Keith’s eyes widened. Appearances certainly could be deceptive. White Van Man, big, bearded, and apparently tattooed, didn’t seem to care that Keith was gay. Keith silently reprimanded himself for stereotyping his rescuer.

“Well…he…um…” He paused and shrugged. “It was a first date. He was only interested because of who I am.”

“That must be a pain in the ass. Do you get that a lot?” asked Mike.

“More often than not.”

“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong place, or for the wrong type of guy. You should try one who’s not into your music, and you might have better luck.” Mike grinned and winked.

About the author

Louise Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the Church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy. Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of eight, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered Fan Fiction in her late twenties.

Posting stories based on some of her favorite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing “hobby” more seriously.

Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad Dobermann, and a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider, and loves to run long distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races into the house afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes.

Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and joy, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.

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Website: http://louiselyonsauthor.wordpress.com/

Facebook: www.facebook.com/louiselyonsauthor

Twitter: www.twitter.com/louiselyons013

From Kim Fielding and Wayward Ink Publishing: Standby

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Synopsis

Who’d have thought being stranded at the airport could possibly have some long term benefits?

Certainly not Tom.

But then he hadn’t bargained on meeting Rafael…

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Standby

Rafael’s hand was very warm and his handshake firm.

“Where are you headed?” Rafael asked.

“Iowa. If I can. I’ve been on standby forever.”

Sadness flitted across Rafael’s face. “I know how that is.”

“Oh, you too? Where are you trying to go?”

“Nowhere.” Rafael sighed. “I just come here to watch the airplanes.”

Considering Tom’s admission about magic in flight and cell phones, he was in no position to judge. “Are you into planes? As a hobby, I mean?” He was vaguely aware that just as some people were obsessive about cars or trains, some had a thing for aircraft. Freud would likely have a good explanation for that.

Rafael gazed out into the darkness. Tom could see Rafael’s reflection in the window. He looked very far away.

“I used to fly,” Rafael said quietly. “But I… I made mistakes. I was grounded. Now I can only watch.”

“Doesn’t that make it worse? Like being on a diet and visiting a bakery?”

After considering this for a few moments, Rafael shook his head. “No. It’s a reminder. A small consolation. Is there something you truly long for, Tom? With all your heart?”

Tom’s chest tightened. He stared down at his shoes and gave a small nod. “Yeah.”

“And do you avoid any mention of it? Or do you seek it out because even a shadow, even a tiny taste is better than nothing?”

Fine. Tom might have spilled about his magic hypothesis, but no way was he going to admit to this stranger that he regularly sniffled over the kinds of movies where the main couple ended up clinging tearfully to one another. Usually in the rain, for some reason. Sometimes one of them was dying or had to go to war, or some other tragic circumstances intervened, but it didn’t matter because they’d found True Love. Tom would further not admit that his Kindle was filled with books whose covers generally featured two naked male torsos floating over a landscape, books in which an HEA—or at least an HFN—was guaranteed.

“I don’t avoid it,” Tom admitted to his shoes.

For five, maybe ten minutes, they sat silently beside each other in the empty concourse, looking at the motionless planes outside. Tom imagined they looked like a scene in a film. Not a rom-com, but something moody and artsy. Coen brothers. Kubrick. Sofia Coppola? Maybe even something French.

Finally, Tom had a question. “To get this close to the planes, don’t you need a boarding pass to get through security?”

Rafael laughed gently. “It’s not a problem for me.”

Perhaps he still had his old ID, or else the security people knew him from his pilot days and let him through.

Tom scratched the stubble on his cheek. “Um, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but… are you grounded permanently? Or just for a while?”

“I’m not sure. I keep hoping my superiors will reconsider, but it’s been a long time.”

“I’m sorry,” Tom said sincerely.

“Thanks. I guess I’m sort of on standby too.” Rafael patted Tom’s shoulder and a very strange thing happened. Right through the stupid sport jacket that had been all wrong for the interview and the pale blue button-down that had been even worse, Tom felt a jolt where Rafael touched him. It was a little like getting zapped by static electricity, but it was more painful and more pleasant. Way more pleasant, actually, in a way that made Tom’s khakis (also totally wrong) immediately feel far too tight.

About the author

Kim Fielding is the bestselling author of numerous m/m romance novels, novellas, and short stories. Like Kim herself, her work is eclectic, spanning genres such as contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, and historical. Her stories are set in alternate worlds, in 15th century Bosnia, in modern-day Oregon. Her heroes are hipster architect werewolves, housekeepers, maimed giants, and conflicted graduate students. They’re usually flawed, they often encounter terrible obstacles, but they always find love.

After having migrated back and forth across the western two-thirds of the United States, Kim calls the boring part of California home. She lives there with her husband, her two daughters, and her day job as a university professor, but escapes as often as possible via car, train, plane, or boat. This may explain why her characters often seem to be in transit as well. She dreams of traveling and writing full-time.

Website: http://www.kfieldingwrites.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/KFieldingWrites

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/KFieldingWrites

New from Iyana Jenna and Breathless Press: Apparition

Thank you so much, Nikka, for having me.

Apparition is a short mystery story about Zach and Drew. But the mystery doesn’t stop with them. There is another character who lends their hand in adding the mysterious aspect. What do you think about some other worldly help? Will you believe it or think you must have been dreaming when experiencing it?

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Separated by more than 600 miles, Zach and Drew were forced to keep in touch through phone, email, and Skype. However, as Drew showered for one of their “dates”, he wasn’t alone. Then he found out that Zach’s car crashed, leaving him in a coma. Who then came to Drew when he showered? Would he have a chance to be with Zach again?

 

“Zach…” He closed his eyes, snaked his arms up, and wrapped them around Zach’s neck. Zach nuzzled into Drew’s armpit, kissed his nipple, and bit it lightly, eliciting a deep growl from Drew’s throat.

“Christ, you’re so hot. I want you so much.” Zach’s hand slithered down and took Drew’s length and slowly stroked it up and down. Drew threw his head back to rest on Zach’s shoulder, moaning and gasping as the orgasm built in his cock. His hands ran through Zach’s hair, grasping it, taking Zach’s face down to his own, seeking out Zach’s lips and kissing them.

“I want you too,” Drew said, breathing into Zach’s mouth. “I want you inside me. Please.” He took Zach’s hands, sniffing, licking them, tasting himself there, and he got harder. Zach kissed him more intensely, their tongues dueling inside as if wanting to melt them into one. Zach pressed his hard-on against Drew, who mewled wantonly and began to rub himself shamelessly. “Yes, oh yes. Like that, Zach.”

To Drew’s dismay, though, Zach seemed to fade until what was holding Drew was merely a wet trail of shadows. A whisper breathed in Drew’s ear, “Later.” Zach was gone.

 

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About the Author:

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Betsy, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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Second bit of news for today!

 

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My Erotic BDSM M/M short story called Room Service will be published with Cobblestone Press under their Blue Line.

What is the Blue Line?
The Blue short story line is erotica. For us, erotica is about the fulfillment of a sexual fantasy.  These stories are sexy, very graphic, and are by no means a “traditional romance”.

Stay tuned for more details!

For more information on Cobblestone Press, please click here.

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