Saturday, July 14, 2012

In Memory of My Dad

By Berengaria Brown (Guest Blogger)


When I was small my Mom was quite ill. My Dad had never had to look after me for more than an hour or two at a time until then, and he wasn’t too sure what to do with me. The first day he bought me a wonderful set of blocks with bridges, and towers, and awesome things in the box, and I played with them all day. I’m pretty sure he enjoyed playing with them too. At least for the first hour or so. But by the second day he was once again at a loss to know what to do with me. 

He loved reading, so he sat me down and taught me to read. I was already fascinated that the black squiggles on the pages of my books actually meant something, and picked up the idea fairly quickly. My Mom was ill for several months. Long before she had gotten better I was reading voraciously. All the kids’ books I owned, I could now read, and I read them over and over. When I got tired of that, Dad took me down to the local library, and signed me up for a membership card. That worked well for several years, until I’d read everything in the children’s section. Dad didn’t even blink. He just handed me his adult borrower card and I started to read the adult collection.

Some people were horrified that I might read something that little girls shouldn’t know about. Dad wasn’t worried. “If she doesn’t understand it, it won’t hurt her. And if she knows what it means, there’s no need to hide it from her”, he said.

Likely that explains why I write FF, and MM, and ménage, as well as MF romance. I like to read all genres so that’s what I write.

Aquamarine: Courage and Comfort by Berengaria Brown

Blurb

Edmund’s sister Mavis was tragically widowed by a hit-and-run driver, when her husband was rushing to the hospital for the birth of their son. Now Mavis can’t cope with the loss of her husband and a new fatherless baby to care for.

Mavis’ friend, AJ, tells Edmund that he and his partner, Utah, must go and retrieve an aquamarine. The stone will bring courage and comfort to Mavis. It will hold the spirit of her dead husband and she will be able to rear their son and have a fulfilling life.

Only lovers can find the stone. Edmund and Utah are a little skeptical, but very willing to try.

PG13 Excerpt

Utah just smiled at his partner. Edmund had all the confidence in the world, and likely some naughty plan in mind. Well, they'd soon see just how doable his plans were. One of the things Utah loved about Edmund was his insouciant acceptance of sex as an integral part of daily life. And Utah's dick was always ready to get involved in sex with Edmund!

Even just looking at Edmund in that tight, body-hugging wetsuit, made Utah's cock grow and harden, and his balls tighten. Down boy he thought widening his stance a little to ease the pressure on his equipment. First we find this mystical aquamarine for Mavis. Then we fuck each other's brains out.

The more he thought about it, the crazier it sounded. Here on a public beach where dozens, even hundreds, of people swam every day, they were going to swim out to a sandbar and find a precious stone. They would then give this stone to Edmund's sister, and with no other help -- no therapy, no psychiatrists, no lawyers, nothing else at all -- she would accept the loss of her husband and focus on rearing her kid. When he put it like that, it almost sounded like he was the one who needed a good therapist. Deluded didn't come close to explaining the lack of logic in those thoughts. Ah well, all he could do was support Edmund. AJ had made it quite plain Edmund would not succeed if Utah wasn't there with him. And anyway, he wanted to be with Edmund. Wanted to help him.

Shrugging his shoulders he swung around to look at Edmund. "Are you ready to go fetch this rock?"

"Yes, sure. But how are we supposed to recognize it?"

"Hell if I know. Isn't it supposed to call to you, or something?"



Bio: Berengaria is a multi-published author of erotic romance: contemporary, paranormal (magic, ghosts, vampires, fairies, dragons, and werewolves), futuristic, medieval, and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men, two women/one man, three men/one woman…. Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.


Thursday, July 12, 2012

Off the Shelf - Free on Amazon

I know I said that July was going to be exclusively  devoted to M/M erotica and romance here at Beyond Romance, but my good friend Lucy Felthouse asked for help in getting the word out about her free book, and I really couldn't say no. Anyway, I know you're all interested in free reading!

Lucy's erotic romance novella, Off the Shelf, is FREE on Amazon for a limited time. 

From 11th – 15th July ONLY, you will be able to download this hot erotic romance to your Kindle without spending a penny.

Already convinced? Grab it here:

 

Need more convincing? Here's more about the book:

At 35, travel writer Annalise is fed up with insensitive comments about being left on the shelf. It’s not as if she doesn’t want a man, but her busy career doesn’t leave her much time for relationships. Sexy liaisons with passing acquaintances give Annalise physical satisfaction, but she needs more than that. She wants a man who will satisfy her mind as well as her body. But where will she find someone like that? It seems Annalise may be in luck when a new member of staff starts working in the bookshop at the airport she regularly travels through. Damien appears to tick all the boxes; he’s gorgeous, funny and intelligent, and he shares Annalise’s love of books and travel. The trouble is, Damien’s shy and Annalise is terrified of rejection. Can they overcome their fears and admit their feelings, or are they doomed to remain on the shelf?

And a saucy excerpt to get you going...

Pushing the ‘on’ button, Annalise moved the vibrator down between her parted legs and eased it inside her eager pussy. As the ears of the Rampant Rabbit slid into position on her clit, she groaned with pleasure and rolled her hips, desperate to get more delicious friction. Then she pressed another button on the toy’s control panel to ramp up the power another notch. As much as she’d prefer a slower build-up to her orgasm, she just didn’t have the time. She had to leave for the airport in a couple of hours, and she hadn’t even packed her case. A quick knee-trembler would have to suffice.
As the vibrator buzzed away between her thighs, Annalise closed her eyes and tried to empty her mind of anything but the pleasure she was experiencing. After a brief flirtation with the thought that she’d much prefer a hot man between her legs bringing her to orgasm, Annalise simply enjoyed the feeling of her impending climax. The busily-vibrating bunny ears pressed tightly against her sensitive flesh soon had her pussy fluttering. Then, without warning, Annalise was quickly yanked onto her pleasure plateau and immediately pushed off, leaving her writhing and shouting on the bed as a powerful orgasm overtook her body.
Annalise arched her back as waves of pleasure crashed over her, and her cunt clenched and grabbed at the toy buried deep inside. Her swollen clit throbbed, quickly becoming too sensitive for the unrelenting stimulation from the vibrator. Switching it off and pulling out, Annalise dropped the toy onto the mattress by her side and gave a satisfied moan as she rode out the remainder of her climax. Finally, when the twitches and spasms had abated and her heart rate and breathing were almost back to normal, Annalise grabbed the Rabbit and rolled across to the side of her bed where the toy box was kept. She made short but thorough work of cleaning it, then reluctantly put it in its case, popped it into the small bedside cupboard and shut the door.
Annalise hated leaving her favourite toy behind when she went away, but she just wasn’t brave enough to take it with her. She usually only took carry-on luggage, and the very thought of the distinctive shape of the Rampant Rabbit popping up on the screen of the airport scanners made her shudder. It would be bad enough for the staff to see it on their monitors, knowing what it was and giving her knowing looks; imagine what would happen if they decided to check inside her bags! She would want to curl up and die of embarrassment, she just knew it.
No, it was much better off staying here. She could make do with her right hand for a few days. Even better, she might even meet someone. Annalise smiled. She’d had some pretty steamy encounters on her travels. The desk clerk in Dubai, the gym manager in Turkey, the waiter in Corfu…
Annalise shook herself. This wasn’t the time to let her mind wander down that path and get herself all worked up. She had to go and get ready now. There’d be plenty of time for daydreaming later, when she was in long and boring queues, and on the flight.
So go on, what are you waiting for? Bag your copy quick, while it's FREE! And if you like it, be sure to leave a review for others to read.

 

*****

Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

An Interview with Dylan Moore


Dylan Moore is one of the heroes from Quarantine. He's brilliant, charming, devious, and extremely sexual... But perhaps I should let him speak for himself.

Interviewer: Tell us a bit about how you ended up at Camp Malheur.

Dylan: I grew up in Boston as an only child. My father's a partner in one of the top law firms in the city. Mom died when I was four, so dad – and the household help – pretty much raised me.

I knew that I was gay from the time I was about eleven, but my father simply couldn't accept that fact. He figured that somehow I'd grow out of this silly attraction to men. Meanwhile, he kept me at home as much as possible, trying to prevent me from acting on my desires. I couldn't stand it – it was like being in prison. Finally, the week after my high school graduation, I ran away to Sanfran.

I was in heaven – a kid in a candy store! Sanfran had the biggest gay population of any place in the country. I played around for a while, then I met Miguel and fell in love. We'd been together for nearly six months when the Plague broke out.

Interviewer: I understand that your partner became infected.

Dylan: Yes – I watched him die. A horrible death – I still have nightmares. By that time the Plague riots had been raging for weeks. The media blamed the disease on gays. The fear everyone felt morphed into anger and violence. For a while, the daily total of men tortured or murdered approached the count of those who succumbed to the virus. Then the Robbies appeared on the streets and started testing everyone. They arrested any male with the homogene as a “Plague carrier”. I remember them beating down the door of Miguel's and my apartment. I didn't resist as they dragged me into the windowless transport van. I'd lost everything at that point. I really didn't care.

Interviewer: And you ended up in the quarantine camp. When was that?

Dylan: Seven long years ago. I'd fallen from heaven into hell – and I was stuck there. The first year I just tried to cope, but after that I started working on plans. Saving discarded bits of electronics. Testing the camp's defenses. Infiltrating whatever systems I could. I made really slow progress, but I figured anything I could do to increase the possibility of escape was worth undertaking.

Interviewer: When did you first see Rafe?

Dylan: Remotely? Or in the flesh? (smiles) Maybe six or eight months ago, I managed to hack the camp's internal 3DV system, so that I could spy on the humans in the control room. One of the guards looked like a vicious brute, but the other one – Rafe – seemed more sensitive and approachable. Sometimes he'd be reading. Then he'd stare at the surveillance screens for a while as though he felt guilty. He was hot, too – big and muscular, but without an ounce of fat. I didn't have a lot of hope – he was probably straight as Uncle Ike - but I decided to see if I could get him interested in me.

Interviewer: Your plan seemed to work brilliantly.

Dylan: Well, I suppose the fact that Rafe and I are now lovers is testimony to something! It was tough, though, fighting against his fear and guilt. He truly believed that gays were sub-human, that they deserved quarantine because they had infected the country with the virus. I had to overcome that prejudice as well as his own reluctance to admit he could be attracted to another man.

Interviewer: You managed to make him fall for you, though.

Dylan: Sometimes I feel ashamed of how I used him. Now, of course, I love him, but at the time I was acting out of a mixture of expediency and lust. Rafe was my ticket out of quarantine. The fact that he was such a hunk was an extra perk.

Gradually I won him over. And then, when I screwed up, nearly killing myself in the process, the guy came to my rescue. I realized then how close I felt to him, how much I needed him – in the end, you might say that Rafe actually seduced me.

Interviewer: It took a while for him to trust you, though.

Dylan: I don't blame him one bit. Not only did I exploit his good nature – and his libido – but I effectively made him an outlaw, just as I was. Of course, he chose to save me, so I'm not completely responsible. He could have turned me in. I'm eternally grateful for his compassion and care.

Interviewer: And what happened after you left Camp Malheur?

Dylan: I'm certainly not going to tell you that! In a short interview like this, I couldn't do Rafe's and my adventures justice. Anyway, I'd really like visitors to go read our whole story.

However, the Quarantine blog tour includes a dozen different excerpts from the book, for readers who want to know more. The full tour schedule is available in Lisabet's July newsletter.

Interviewer: And every comment here at Beyond Romance counts as an entry toward the blog tour grand prize. 

Thanks for talking with us, Dylan. I have one more question. What do you think Rafe will say when I interview him?

Dylan: Well – I hope and pray he's say he loves me. Because honestly, at this point, I don't think I could live without him.

Monday, July 9, 2012

QUARANTINE is finally available!

Quarantine by Lisabet Sarai

M/M science fiction erotic romance

 

After seven years, Dylan will do anything for freedom.

During the plague of 2036



The Guardians locked up gay "carriers"  of the virus



 


In desolate quarantine camps

patrolled by cyborg warriors

and a few desperate men.

Rafe is sure he's not queer, but he can't resist Dylan

and helps him escape.

In the riot-scarred city of Sanfran

 

Dylan and Rafe fight for their lives

and their outlawed passion. 

When love is forbidden, the whole world's a prison.

 



Get your copy of Quarantine today! 

http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=1725

And remember - every comment you leave at Beyond Romance between now and the 28th of July counts as an entry toward my grand prize, a $50 bookstore gift certificate!


Sunday, July 8, 2012

Quarantine Snog 1 - On the Run


It's almost time! Tomorrow is the day that Total-E-Bound releases my M/M scifi erotic romance Quarantine! So of course I have a snog from the book for you today. In fact, I'll have sexy M/M snogs every week during July, as part of my Man-fest blog celebration.
Every comment left on my blog between now and July 28th counts as an entry toward my grand prize of a $50 bookstore gift certificate. Furthermore, I'm running a blog tour on other authors' sites, giving away an ebook prize at every single one! (Those entries count toward the grand prize, too!)

And last but certainly not least, don't forget to visit Victoria Blisse at Snog Central. If you like sexy kisses, you'll find a host of other authors ready to give you what you want!

The snog below comes from early in Quarantine. Rafe and Dylan have managed to escape from Camp Malheur, but Dylan nearly succumbed to the fumes from the moat of toxic waste surrounding the camp. Rafe has found a temporary sanctuary in an abandoned gas station and tended to Dylan's needs - medical and otherwise.

****

The calm afterward felt strange. Dylan wasn’t used to this kind of peace. Rafe sprawled on top of Dylan’s body, his nappy head on Dylan’s shoulder. The weight felt comfortable, satisfying, completely right. Their legs tangled together and that felt right, too. So did the stickiness joining their abdomens.

Dylan raised a hand to his face. The blisters had started to scab over. The pain had faded. His throat was still a bit raw, but far less than before.

All the tension had evaporated. He knew, intellectually, that they were on the run, that they needed to keep moving, that they’d have to deal soon with the issues of food, clothing, and transport. Somehow none of it mattered. As long as he was here with Rafe, everything was fine.

His dark lover stirred in his arms. Rafe raised his head and searched Dylan’s face.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Much better. Can’t you tell?”

The burly ex-guard grinned. “Yeah, well you look pretty good. Well-fucked.”

“I am. Thanks to you.”

Rafe leaned forward as though to kiss him, then stopped himself. “Your lips still look chapped.”

Dylan pulled him closer. “Never mind that.” The kiss hurt, but not as much as forgoing it would have.
Rafe nuzzled his ear, sending bolts of pleasure straight to Dylan’s groin.

“I love you,” he whispered, so soft that Dylan could barely hear. “I must be crazy, but I can’t fucking help it.”

Dylan stroked Rafe’s cheek and gazed into his chocolate eyes. “I love you too.” For the first time, he meant it.

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Be the first person you know to read Quarantine!

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Fun Facts about Erika Pike

By Erika Pike (Guest Blogger)

[When I signed up with Erika to do a post on her blog as part of my Quarantine blog tour, she introduced me to her "ten fun facts" format. I thought it was so much fun, I asked her to do one for me! ~ Lisabet]

Thank you, Lisabet, for having me over!

I’m Erica Pike, but before we start it just so happens that today, on July 7th, my College Fun and Gays short story, Grade-A-Sex Deal, is available for FREE! This is only today, it’ll be back up for sale tomorrow. So go on, click the link and download it :)

Here are some fun facts about my books and writing:

My books inspire me! *Gasp*

The Walls Have Ears was inspired by the first erotic scene in A Life Without You, where Jesse and Adam masturbate on either side of a wall, all hot and bothered because they can hear each other.

Before I got signed…

I had written all but one publisher-published books that will be published this year. I’m currently working up a stash for next year. This is why it looks like I’ve been churning out books.

My stories are my life. Literally.

I relate to each of my stories in some way. In A Life Without You it’s Adam’s obsessive thinking (though mine wasn’t about a guy) and immaturity; in Absolutely Eric it’s the slow development of a dysfunctional relationship (I didn’t realize it until the relationship was over); in Hot Hands it’s being bullied; in Grade-A-Sex Deal it’s the depression; in The Walls Have Ears it’s the anxieties and insecurities (and a bit of stuttering); in Little Stalker it’s the questioning of sexuality; in Cold Skin it’s working through the difficult experience of being bullied; in Half-Baked Promises it’s the return to a small home town I couldn’t wait to leave in the first place. Okay, I don’t really relate to anything in In His Pocket, but it’s so short and was written just for fun.

They may be serious topics, but…

To make the serious topics in my stories more readable, I spice them up with humor.

Are gay men all about the sex?

Some reviewers say that I think gay men are all about the sex. I say that college guys do think about sex a lot - come on, you can’t deny that! That goes for gay AND straight guys. But I most certainly don’t think gay men in general are all about the sex. This brings me to…

I write gay male erotic romance!

If I were writing male/female erotic romances, I would be writing the exact same amount of sex with the same explicit scenes, but no one would ever accuse me of thinking m/f relationships were all about the sex. So for me, it’s not about the sexuality, it’s about the genre and what readers expect from that genre.

What people like and don’t like…

In my series of short stories, College Fun and Gays, I try to release a light/funny story after a heavier one. Grade-A-Sex Deal is serious, so is Little Stalker, but the ones on either side of those are lighter, with more humor. I’ve discovered that people don’t like the serious ones so much, so I might stick with humorous ones in the future (and tuck in the serious issues). People also seem to like sweet stories, so I might lean more in that direction - not that I’m trying to write only what people like, I also like writing sweet and funny. But I am writing for myself AND my lovely fans.

I am my characters…for a while…

I write from a single point of view and it’s hard for me to get out of character after I’ve finished writing a manuscript. I’m stuck in their humor and mindset for a while after. Is that weird? Eric, in Absolutely Eric, was the hardest to shake off.

His opinions, not mine!

My characters and I sometimes don’t share opinions and views. I hope readers understand that. I don’t, for example, believe that as a gay man, you can’t use “shopping” and “hate” in the same sentence, as Eric jokes to Alex in Absolutely Eric. Those are Eric’s views. I happen to know a gay man who abhors shopping. I do know another who loves it though, but then I know straight guys who love shopping as well. It’s to do with the person, not the sexuality.

Racial diversity.

I include non-Caucasians/ethnic people in my books. This really has nothing to do with me trying to be politically correct, it has more to do with me finding non-Caucasians/ethnicity attractive/interesting. That might have something to do with blue eyes, fair skin and blond hair being very common in Iceland. In fact, I was one such until my hair grew dark in my twenties. You can’t imagine how happy I was with my long dark hair! So yeah, opposites attracts and all that.

Okay, this has been fun!

You can find information about my books on my webpage: www.ericapike.com. My latest release is Absolutely Eric (Boston Boys #2). It’s the second in the series, but it can be read as a standalone. Well, technically, my latest release is the short story, Half-Baked Promises. It’s a FREE read, so go ahead ˆ.ˆ

If you’re curious about me, I have a:


[By the way, don't forget that all your comments at Beyond Romance in July count as entries toward the grand prize in my Quarantine blog tour! ~ Lisabet]

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Outages

By Jambrea Jo Jones (Guest Blogger)


First—Thanks Lisabet for having me guest blog!

Now…on to the blog.

So I’ve had a fun weekend this past weekend. No power. I was caught in the big wind and rain storm. As I’m writing this, my home still doesn’t have power. I’m very lucky that my parents still have power. 
We’ve been crashing there. But think of all the things we take for granted. Air conditioning. Cold drinks. Your own bed. Food that isn’t rotten. Of course—all this is happening when we’re in a heat wave LOL. Doesn’t it figure? Now…if I had a couple of these hunks around—I might not care if I had power…

And the one thing I noticed is that no one knows how to properly do a four way stop. It’s like they’ve all gone crazy and just drive when they want to.

But what would happen if the whole world had no power, no way to communicate and the system of government as we now it now it had failed?

Well—I might have written about it. Of course I had this planned WAY before I experienced this little power outage. I have a series called Alliance. It’s m/m sci-fi erotic romance. (Well...Book two was m/m/f) and my newest book is more like a prequel. People get to see how and why the Alliance was formed. The latest volume is called Annihilation and it's due out the end of July from Total-E-Bound.

Blurb

It’s the end of the world as they know it...

Ricardo Clark is ex-military working a nine to five job on Earth, a planet that was almost wiped out by the big flood of 2050. The world was changing and trying to regroup under a new government called the Alliance. For most it was business as usual. That is until the old government tries to take back over.
Gilliland Carter was tired of living on the streets. He took a job at a bakery hoping to put some normal back into his life. There was no need for his kind anymore, an undercover cop. The Alliance had a lock down on things and if you weren’t military, you weren’t needed. He didn’t exactly have the look of someone who’d fit into the soldier lifestyle with his tattoos and piercings.

Ricardo and Gilliland take a journey neither of them were prepared for. It will bring them to the brink of death, but can it also bring love? 

For more info, check out my website: http://www.jambrea.com


BIO:
I wanted to be the youngest romance author published, but life impeded the dream. I put aside writing and went to college briefly, then enlisted in the Air Force. After serving for two years in the Air Force I returned to my home in Indiana and started a family. A few years later I discovered yahoo groups and book reviews. I haven’t turned my head over my shoulder since—there’s no sense in looking back. Reviewing books invoked my muse and called the writing bug back. Friends earned along the journey kept pushing me along until I submitted my first manuscript to a publisher. Since that time, I’ve submitted many more, had a few rejected, had a few published, and I’m working hard at getting more stories crafted.
I live with my family in Indiana where I read and play with my son when I’m not writing. I love to read and receive reader feedback and since I’m addicted to the internet, you can often find me lurking there.