Sunday, February 23, 2014

The Red Sheet - Mia Kerick

One October morning, high school junior Bryan Dennison wakes up a different person—helpful, generous, and chivalrous—a person whose new admirable qualities he doesn’t recognize. Stranger still is the urge to tie a red sheet around his neck like a cape.
Bryan soon realizes this compulsion to wear a red cape is accompanied by more unusual behavior. He can’t hold back from retrieving kittens from tall trees, helping little old ladies cross busy streets, and defending innocence anywhere he finds it.
Shockingly, at school, he realizes he used to be a bully. He’s attracted to the former victim of his bullying, Scott Beckett, though he has no memory of Scott from before “the change.” Where he’d been lazy in academics, overly aggressive in sports, and socially insecure, he’s a new person. And although he can recall behaving egotistically, he cannot remember his motivations.
Everyone, from his mother to his teachers to his “superjock” former pals, is shocked by his dramatic transformation. However, Scott Beckett is not impressed by Bryan’s newfound virtue. And convincing Scott he’s genuinely changed and improved, hopefully gaining Scott’s trust and maybe even his love, becomes Bryan’s obsession.
With a foreword by C. Kennedy
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I’m not gonna shit you on this next part either, ’cause this is my story, which is all about calling a spade a spade. You may not get my reasons, and I’m not asking you to. But just keep an open mind, hear this story out, and we can try to make sense of it later.
So, anyways, once I held that little pillowcase tight in my hands—I knew exactly what I was gonna do with it, and I didn’t hesitate for a second in getting it done. I tucked one end of the material into the neck of my Appleton High School baseball hoodie, so that it lay down the length of my back right over my hood. Then, timing it right with the traffic flow, I stepped up onto the wall, raised my arms like you-know-who would do… and yeah, I took a great big leap.
“Up, up, and away” is not how I’d describe what happened next. Instead, I dropped right down on the brownish fall grass like a lead balloon. Landed on both feet, twisted the left ankle pretty good, and my palms broke the rest of the fall. Thankfully, my chin was the only part of my face that hit the dirt. Teeth: intact.
For a couple of minutes I lay there, trying to make sense of what had just happened. And I’m gonna just put what I came up with out there for you, so get ready.
I felt like Superman.
After all, I’d jumped because I’d been testing a theory that I actually was Superman incarnate in the form of an Appleton High School junior. (Save your commentary for a more appropriate time.)
So, I thought back to my childhood and my limited knowledge of this particular superhero that came from a few current movies, a rerun or two of the oldies on late-night TV, and a couple of comics I’d pulled out of my Christmas stockings. Growing up, I was really much more into sports—LeBron James, Michael Jordan, Shaquille O’Neal—these guys had been my heroes. But, as I lay on the ground, maybe rolling around and moaning a bit in pain and clutching my twisted ankle, I tried to recall everything I knew about Superman.
I wasn’t exactly sure where he got his power, but I was pretty sure he had superhuman strength. And I remembered that he was invulnerable to harm and a very fast healer. I couldn’t check the box next to “fast healer” as a way in which I was similar to Superman, because I’d gotten hurt in my eight-foot leap, and my ankle seemed to be getting worse by the second, not better.
Superhuman speed. Nope, I couldn’t check that box either, seeing as I had been late for school yesterday, and it looked like I was gonna be late again today. And then there were Superman’s senses. Didn’t he have X-ray vision? He could see through solid objects, right? So I looked up to see if my backpack was still resting on the ground beside the sidewalk, on the other side of the stone wall, but all I could see was stone wall. And shouldn’t I have been able to smell the delicious egg scramble omelet with my name on it that was waiting for me in the school cafeteria? I mean, I surely would have been able to, if I had Superman’s enhanced sense of smell, right? And shouldn’t I be able to hear the late bell ringing, right about now, for that matter, from exactly where I was—one block from the school? But I only smelled the scent of the rotting fall leaves that surrounded me and heard just the sporadic rush of traffic on the street above.
And then there was the whole flying thing. The phrases “it’s a bird, it’s a plane” and “able to leap tall buildings” were ingrained in my mind as descriptive of Superman. Not so much for Bryan Dennison, though, even with the red (pillowcase) cape streaming behind him.
What it seemed to come down to was that I felt like Superman, but I wasn’t Superman. No strange other-planet-like chemical reaction had occurred in my bloodstream on Sunday night while I’d slept to cause a magical physical change to occur in me that had created superpowers. No, the only change that had occurred was in my head. I had somehow developed a compelling urge to protect the innocent. It was as if I suddenly knew, or maybe I suddenly cared about, the difference between right and wrong, whereas I clearly hadn’t before. And I was willing to act on my new convictions.
I tried to push myself up off the ground, but my arms shook—too weak from the fall. So, getting back to the superhuman-strength thing I mentioned before, it definitely wasn’t happening here. So I couldn’t check that box either.
It looked like I was merely Superman of Intention. I had limits.
And so, as I accomplished what it was I knew I had to accomplish in the town of Appleton, or, in other words, as I protected the innocent in this small community I had somehow become responsible for, I would need to work within these limits: no superhuman strength or speed or senses, no flying or fast-healing abilities. (As a matter of fact, I might very well need to see the school nurse about an Ace bandage as soon as I got to school.) All I had to work with was just regular old Bryan Dennison—a man with a
new motivation, a deep uncertainty as to how I’d acquired this new motivation, some major memory lapses when it came to Scott Beckett, a group of very athletic and very arrogant friends, a twisted ankle, and a new set of red sheets.
Wish me luck.
I think I’m gonna need it.

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Hi, thank you for inviting me over to your blog.

Why are we as a society so obsessed by superheroes?

In my opinion, the reason our society is obsessed by the concept of the superhero is simple and can be summed up in one word: hope. The superhero offers us unquestionable, even incomprehensible, hope in the form of someone we can relate to in our everyday lives.

While writing The Red Sheet, I became aware of the abundance of YA novels that dealt with the superhero concept, and specifically, that there are more than a few YA LGBTQ novels that are devoted to this very theme. This fact did not deter my desire to put forth my take on a teenaged superhero story. Why not, you may wonder. Isn’t the whole superman thing a “been there, done that” kind of topic? But where there is an extremely difficult and pervasive societal problem, such as teenaged bullying, there is also a desire in many for the existence of a force to counter that problem. To police our lives, in a sense. To make things right where an innocent has been wronged. And thus, the need for a superhero story.

Bryan Dennison is an unlikely superhero, as he crossed over from “the other side”; he actually rather mystically morphed overnight from the arch villain into the ultimate good guy. As such, he is a character we can all relate to in both forms.  And in his “good guy” form, we can relate to his struggles as a human being, while simultaneously recognizing his superhero-like calling to police society, with no other agenda than to do what is right.

Bryan deals with issues relevant to teens, such as respecting parents and teachers, dealing with others honestly, behaving fairly in sports, and assisting those less fortunate. And yes, he must face The Red Sheets’ big issue: bullying at the high school level, both in and out of the school building. In this case, the specific issue Bryan must address is the bullying of a fellow high school junior, Scott Beckett, who he also happens to be in love with.

And in case you are wondering, the “red sheet” in question is symbolic of Bryan’s overwhelming urge to tie a red sheet around his neck and wear it like a Superman cape…

Find out how Bryan counters high school bullying.

IN GOOD COMPANY!! Other super hero YA LGBTQ novels I came across in a very brief search:

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About the Author:
Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.
Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled men and their relationships, and she believes that sex has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press for providing her with an alternate place to stash her stories.
Mia is proud of her involvement with the Human Rights Campaign and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.
My themes I always write about:
Sweetness. Unconventional love, tortured/damaged heroes- only love can save them.

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Saturday, February 8, 2014

You Can See Me by AE Via

I am so excited to host AE Via today after the release of her latest novel, You Can See Me.

World renowned chef Prescott Vaughan was at the height of his career. Right before he's to leave for Paris to work alongside his idol, a horrific car accident leaves him completely blind. 
His female fiancé leaves him in a state of desperation and depression.  He pines for love, companionship, and so happens to find it in the form of his very sexy neighbor.  Sexy male neighbor, Dr. Rickson 'Ric' Edwards. 
Prescott's not gay - at least he never considered himself gay - until Ric saves him from a date, gone terribly wrong. The two neighbors hit it off quickly and waste no time exploring and learning each other.  Things are great until Ric begins to have his doubts about meeting Prescott's many wants. 
When Ric insist he and Prescott take a breather, Pres finds himself lonely and lacking again. Enter, male escort and aspiring chef, Blair McKenzie to fill the void. 
In the meantime, Ric works on his issues that prohibits him from displaying the love he knows he has for Prescott. When Ric is finally ready and returns to claim Prescott he's not sure that Pres can let go of the sexy, southern, hotness that is Blair McKenzie. After Ric has his own personal encounter with the sinfully sexy man, he can't help but become entranced and crave more as well. 
Pres soon realizes that there's no need to choose between his two men, because when all three of them finally come together - grab a cold drink - the heat is going to go all the way up! 
​This is not your typical gay ménage romance. Everyone is not happy, skipping along, and loving life. These men are at each other’s throats. They live completely separate lives; fuss, cuss, and fight until they all realize exactly what the problem is...too damn much sexual tension.

A.E. Via is the new best-selling author in the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her writing embodies everything from spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths. 
When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, A.E. runs a very successful paralegal-for-hire business and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family – a husband and four children – her two pets, a Maltese dog and her white Siamese cat, ELynn, named after the late great gay romance author ELynn Harris.
While this is only her second novel, she has plenty more to sit back and grab a cool drink, because the male on male action is just heating up!
Go to A.E. Via’s official website for more detailed information on how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peak on up-coming work, free reads, and where she’ll appear next.

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Ric leaned his head back against the elevator paneling and watched the numbers light up all the way to floor ten before his eyes drifted shut for the rest of the way. When the doors opened, he came face-to-face with Prescott’s Texan. 
Fuck me.
Instead of the gorgeous prick getting on the elevator and leaving, the cocky bastard took a couple steps back and leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway and stared openly at him as if he hadn’t a care in the world. His hazel eyes scanned Ric up and down, taking in his disheveled, stressed-out appearance. 
“Do you have a fucking problem?” Ric growled, refusing to pretend to be cordial to the man even though he was a complete stranger and had done absolutely nothing to him. 
The man had the nerve to smirk at him and shake his head as if pitying Ric, or perhaps throwing it in Ric’s face that he’d definitely had a better night than he had. Ric did try to hide his anger at knowing the man had slept with his Pres. Why the hell else would he be leaving at five in the damn morning? Unless he delivered newspapers or milk, he had absolutely no reason to be on this floor this time of morning. Bastard.
“No, I don’t have a problem,” he drawled slowly, making sure to put extra enunciation on the “I” part of his sentence. “But, obviously, you do. Or else you wouldn’t be scowling at me for no reason.”
“Fuck you,” Ric snarled, stepping just a little closer. He wanted to tear the man’s lips off for talking with that accent. Then he wanted to rip his hands off for daring to touch his Prescott. The man’s probably a male gold digger. 
“Did you enjoy taking advantage of Prescott? Did you get what you came for?” Ric growled like a rabid animal three inches away from the man’s face, but he’d be damned if the asshole didn’t even flinch at his showcase of fury. No reaction whatsoever.
The Texan had one hand casually tucked in his jeans pocket, kicking back one side of his stylish blazer, while he lazily rubbed his other hand over his taut chest and washboard abs that showed through the thin material of his untucked dress shirt. Ric hated to admit it, but the man looked well fucked, and he wore it well. 
“How could you do that to someone like him?” Ric fumed, and it took everything in him to control his rage. 
If I hit him, no one would know. There’s no one around, no witnesses. It’d be his word against mine.
“I knew I’d peg you in less than five minutes.” The man spoke with one dark brown eyebrow cocked up. He ran his fingers through his bed-tousled dark brown hair and let out an exasperated breath.
“Excuse me?” Ric blinked.
“Now I know why you were too stupid to hold on to Prescott Vaughan. You were too busy feeling sorry for him. Instead of you seeing a brilliant man, a world-renowned, accomplished chef who happens to be one of the most talented men to ever set foot in a kitchen, you see a needy, helpless man. Ahhh. Now it makes perfect sense.”
“Don’t try to act like you know me because you don’t,” Ric growled, still trying to be mindful they were in the hallway of the floor that he lived on.
The Texan pushed off the wall and closed the few inches between them. His six feet, two inches of height had him eye to eye with Ric, and the man showed no fear. His handsome face was now a mask of furious anger.
“I saw you treat him like shit on the bottom of your shoes last night. I watched him beg you for five fuckin’ minutes of your time, and you spat in his face. Now, you have the audacity to say I’m mistreating him? Fuck you,” he snarled right back at Ric.
Just as fast as the man’s anger came, it disappeared, and he composed himself to reveal that smirk that Ric selfishly rejoiced Pres couldn’t see, because it was sexy as fuck…and the man knew it.
Ric watched his competition push the elevator button as he rubbed his hand over his morning stubble before speaking again. “You know what they say, don’t you, Doc? One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and Prescott Vaughan is definitely a rare, precious treasure.”
The Texan inched in even closer, which surprised the hell out of Ric since they were practically nose to nose. Ric was smacked in the face with a faint soap-and-water fragrance that made his eyelids flutter and his own dick jerk to life. Ric’s half-lidded eyes were riveted to the Texan’s plush lips as he leaned in and whispered directly into Ric’s open mouth.
“If you don’t pull your head out of your ass and claim Prescott Vaughan like he wants, I won’t stop until I’ve fucked the sexy strawberry ten ways to Sunday and there’s not a single trace of your existence left in his mind, because with or without you, he needs love, and I was the one there last night to lick his sweet tears when you walked away.” 
The elevator doors opened at his final words, and the smooth Texan took a few graceful steps backward into the elevator and gave Ric a sexy wink right before the doors closed. 
Fucking asshole, Ric thought. 

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Complimentary Read From James Crawford and Nova Sparks

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Every High School has their social outcasts. The band nerds, the math geeks, the chess club, the girl that chews her hair, but at Butler High, even the creepy nose picker in the chess club is more popular than Caleo Anima. No matter what he did, his pale skin, snow white hair, and piercing blue eyes always made him an easy target. He used to think that the only way things could get worse would be if someone found out that he was gay, but that isn't even the tip of the iceberg of problems after a mysterious stranger shows up and changes Caleo’s life forever.

Hidden amongst our society, a secret and magical race of people known as ‘Leeches’, have been engaging in civil war for decades. Both sides are desperately searching for a weapon with unlimited power that will give them the advantage they need to rule their world. This wouldn’t mean anything to Caleo, except for one problem...He is that weapon!

Forget making it through High School. Caleo has bigger problems! As the search for him goes on, the world is quickly crumbling around him. He's now fighting for his life and the life of what little family he has left. With the help of new friends, he has little time to try and master his newly found powers as he tries to figure out who he can trust, who is trying to use him, and who just wants him dead. One wrong step and being the awkward pale outcast will be the least of his worries.

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What if you knew the exact date and time the world will end, what would you do?

Sam Tucker was faced with that dilemma when he began getting visions of the Earth's demise. Luckily for him, he was able to save his family and as many people as he could before the tragic event occurred, and he did so with the help of unknown visitors. With Earth now destroyed, Sam, his family, and thousands of other lucky survivors must live the rest of their lives on a faraway planet in a Dome that simulates life on Earth. But Sam's mind can't seem to rest as a few questions arise. Why did the aliens save them? How did they know about Earth's sure fate? And exactly what are they hiding?

Emma Tucker begged for an escape from her boring life but never in a million years did she think it would come at the destruction of Earth. Living on a new planet and finding it difficult to get rid of her rebellious habits, Emma finds herself making friends with a member of the alien race and it soon develops into an unexplainable love; a love that is more dangerous than she could ever imagine. While her father is searching for his own truths, she has no idea that she is stumbling on a truth of her own.

Told from the point of view of both Sam and Emma, author Nova Sparks takes readers on a journey to discover love, fate, faith, truth, and the mystery of the DOME!

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