No one can outrun destiny or the gods.
In Epiro, a kingdom in Greece, Perseus is prophesied to be a great demigod hero and king, with a legacy that will shape the world of Gaia. When he was born, his grandfather exiled him, and his mother brought them to Seriphos, where she created an academy for demigod youth. Perseus trains there and waits for the day when he will be able to take the throne of Argos.
Despite potential future glory, Perseus’s fellow students think he is weak. By the time he reaches manhood, he has given up the hope of having any real friends, until Antolios, a son of Apollo, takes an unexpected interest in him. Perseus and Antolios fall in love, but Antolios knows it cannot last and leaves Seriphos.
Perseus, grief-stricken and lonely, rebels against the Fates, thinking he can avoid the prophecy and live his own life. But when the gods find him, he is thrust into an epic adventure. With his divine powers he fights gorgons, sea serpents, and other monsters, and he battles against his darker nature. Perseus strives to to be the man he wants to be, but the gods have other plans.
Hello, Elizabeth! Thanks for having me on your blog.
While I love to write and talk about writing, I’m always amazed how passions can inspire other passions. I’m an animal lover, and one summer day, while walking my dog Megan, I decided we were going too slow, so we ran. And that’s how I became a runner at the age of fifteen. Since then I’ve run four marathons, and am planning my next two!
Though Megan introduced me to the sport, she probably wasn’t the best running dog, honestly. She was a Soft-Coated Wheaten Terrier, and I’m not sure if you are familiar with the breed, but they are incredibly stubborn. If we didn’t run where she wanted to run, she’d make me drag her, and I have a scar on my elbow where she tripped me into gravel. The gray bits of rock are still under my skin. But that didn’t stop me from trying to run with other dogs.
We also had Vito, a Bichon Frise. At only eleven pounds you’d think he wouldn’t be much of a runner, right? Ironically, he was the best I’ve had. The best. That little guy could pace!
After my husband and I had been married several years, we adopted Julius, another Bichon. At the time, we had ferrets, so we needed a dog that was friendly with small animals. When we picked Julius up, he was about as big as the ferrets, so I wasn’t worried about them getting along (they totally bossed him around). I was also excited about having a running dog again, just like Vito. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out. Julius hates to run. As I learned later, apparently that’s common for Bichons, who fall under the stubborn category as well. Such is my luck!
Instead of a running dog, I have my running partner, my mom. Running has inspired travel as well, and we ran the Paris marathon in April 2015. Every time we race, I think about how lucky I am to be running with her. In fact, she usually kicks my butt. Hopefully in 2017 we’ll be racing the Edinburgh marathon. Paris was her pick, and Edinburgh is mine. I also want to do Victoria Island. They say the race is so beautiful, you’ll want to keep running—however, after twenty-six miles I can assure you I’ll want to stop.
Though my passions don’t always mix as well as I would like, running happens to be fairly good bedfellows with writing, and when I’m stuck on a story, I find it helpful to go for a jog. It clears my head, and allows me to work on ideas. I’ve built characters, scenes, and plot arcs during a run, and sometimes I mumble dialog out loud. These days talking to yourself while running isn’t seen as nearly as odd as it was when I started, because of earbuds, but I can still turn a few heads with my ramblings.
Thanks again for having me, Elizabeth. May the wind be at your back.
Meet B.A. Brock
B. A. Brock has lived most of his life in the Pacific Northwest. He graduated with a Bachelor’s of Science in 2007 at Portland State University—which he mostly uses to contemplate how we can achieve a civilization more closely aligned with Star Trek.
When not writing, Brock spends his time reading/reviewing novels, training for marathons, and bemoaning the fact that the world has yet to make a decent gluten free donut.
You can find more of his works, as well as reviews and his blog.
Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing J. Johanis author of Dream God
Hi , thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.
Do you have pictures that you use for your characters? Can you share them with us?
Unfortunately I don’t have pictures. I think up the characters generally and there’s no picture involved in it.
What kind of book would you like to write that people would see as a huge departure for you?
I would like to write a cold war historical suspense. The book would be based on a true story, non-sexual; about a real life hero whose actions saved millions of people from nuclear annihilation. It would be the type of book that pulls on your heartstrings. I need to see if someone has already wrote his story and of course do a ton of research before writing it.
Have you ever killed a character? Was it traumatic for you? If you haven’t killed one, would you ever consider it?
I killed a secondary character in my first book. For a long time I couldn’t read that section without getting all teary-eyed.
Favorite location you’ve ever written about?
I try to write about places I’ve been. My first book was set in the Greek Islands and Claimed by the Order was set in the site of present day Delphi. Both are extremely beautiful.
What’s your favorite season and favorite activity for that season?
My favorite season is summer. I don’t get to do it often, but I love going to the beach.
a href="http://pride-promotions.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/Dream-God-by-J-Johanis-4x6.jpg"> Author Name: J. Johanis Book Name: Dream God Series: S-Gods Book: Two Series should be read in order for maximum enjoyment. Release Date: November 30, 2015 Blurb: For the first time in three years, Aya is finally free, but with his freedom comes the pain of all he’s lost. Seeing Akad and Marduk together makes him realize how badly he has messed up. By betraying Marduk, he ruined his chance with the one god he desires more than anything. Aya needs time to heal and put his world back together, but the trial against the Order looms over him. As the trial begins, Akad, Marduk, and Aya are ensnared in a web of jealousy, backstabbing, and cut-throat politics. Were they crazy to think they could stand up to the Order? If the gods of the Order can still rip their lives apart, their chances of receiving justice may be next to impossible. But if they fail to bring the Order down, Aya may never be free from their grasp. Content Advisory: M/M sex, polyamory, & dub-con. Pages or Words: Categories: Erotica, Fantasy, Gay Fiction, Ménage/Poly, Paranormal Excerpt: A moment later, the fierce god Anshar appeared from an adjoining room. Feeling small in his presence, Aya lowered his eyes and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. When the black-bearded god stopped before him, color flushed into Aya’s face. Anshar inspected him from head to toe, and Aya became acutely aware of how he was dressed. With his long white skirt, kohl lined eyes, and straight black hair flowing down his back, he probably looked more feminine than most goddesses. He’d never appeared before the gods dressed in this manner, but this was who he was. Anshar ran a hand over his full beard, his lips curling into a sneer. Aya folded his arms over his bare chest and took a deep breath. He wished he could escape Anshar’s scrutiny. “You’re going to your hearing dressed like this?” Anshar gestured to Aya’s skirt. “This is how I dressed before the Order took me. I only wore a tunic because Seth forced me to do so. He forbade me from lining my eyes with kohl and never let me dress how I liked.” Anshar stared at Aya for a moment longer, his expression skeptical, then shrugged. “Very well. Do as you like, but before we go, I must warn you that the hearing will be held in Siren’s temple. Her powers are intense and can be felt well before you stand before her. For older gods, her powers act like a strong aphrodisiac. We are able to take being in her presence. However, for younger, weaker gods, her powers inflict overwhelming arousal. It will be so severe that you won’t be able to function in her presence. You’ll be paralyzed with desire that will cut into you like a knife until it’s alleviated.” Aya furrowed his brow. “But… I’ve never desired a goddess. I’ve only been with gods.” Anshar smirked. “It doesn’t matter whether you desire gods or goddesses. She emanates lust, and it will be too much for you to handle. The only way to counter it is with sex. So, before you are presented to her, I’m going to have to fuck you.” “What?” The color drained from Aya’s face. The idea of this fierce bearded god driving his cock into him made Aya’s hole contract and his knees go weak. The thought of Anshar coming inside him made him feel like he was going to piss. “No, I…” Aya couldn’t breathe. He shook his head, taking a step backward. He couldn’t allow Anshar to touch him in that way. Aya’s arousal unsettled him, and he suddenly felt like he was going to be sick. Akad’s father couldn’t fuck him. He couldn’t. As Anshar watched Aya’s retreat, anger flickered into his dark eyes. “Aya, I have no desire to fuck you, but we have no choice about the matter. If I don’t do it, you won’t be able to stand before Siren, let alone speak to her.” “But I … My servant can do it.” “Your servant is a mortal!” Anshar snapped, his jaw tense. “His semen will do nothing for you. You’ll need to be fucked by a god! Furthermore, I wasn’t asking for permission. I’m telling you what’s going to happen. Now, follow me and I don’t want to hear another word of protest.” Anshar stormed out of the room, but Aya felt too weak to follow. How could he let this god fuck him? Tears came to his eyes. Too many gods had bent him to their will. He wanted it all to be over. He wanted to give his body to whom he chose and no one else. Aya took a deep breath. He was faint. All the blood had drained from his head, and he wavered, grabbing a chair to steady himself. Aya shook his head, doing his best to gather his courage. He had to be strong to get through this. Once the trial was over, he could start over. His body would be his own once again. Testifying against the Order was the only way he could gain his freedom once and for all. Aya finally made his feet move, and he followed Anshar out. Sales Links: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B015P8HFS6 About the author: J. Johanis writes dark m/m erotic fantasy, and enjoys plots that are historical or myth-based. Where to find the author: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000258007847 Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/authorjjohanis?ref=hl Twitter: https://twitter.com/JennaJohanis Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/jennajohanis/ Website: http://jjohanis.com/ Google: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+JJohanis/posts: Blog: http://sirensreckoning.blogspot.com/ Newsletter signup: http://eepurl.com/bF8Ovf Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25651430-dream-god?ac=1 Publisher: J. 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Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Heloise West author of If I Were Fire.
Hi Heloise, thank you for agreeing to this interview.
What is the most satisfying thing about being a writer?
I love the act of creation, but right now it’s about having readers. Fiction is about entertaining people, taking readers out of the mundane world and immersing them in a fictional one. It’s satisfying to succeed, for the most part, at that.
Do your characters ever take over your writing and make the story go somewhere you hadn’t originally planned?
This is exactly the reason why I don’t bother sitting down and working out a plot. I have a number of places I want to get to in the story, but I have to get out of their way in order to get there.
How did you celebrate the release of your book?
With Prosecco because I don’t like champagne. As a matter of fact, we’ll be coming home from a vacation in Baltimore on
How did you come up with the idea for this book?
If I Were Fire started out as a short story for Dreamspinner Press’s “The Kindness of Strangers” anthology call. The editor asked me to add another 5000 words and resubmit (the best kind of rejection) and that’s what I did.
Stories usually are born for me through the juxtaposition of an image and a prompt and that image for this story was the cellar and two desperate men. Then the questions start—who are they and how did they get there?
Have you ever written naked?
Nope, but in just a big T-shirt when it’s too damn hot in the garret.
Everyone knew everyone’s business in the small hilly honeycomb town of Siena. The house the Masello had once occupied for short periods during the year belonged to a rich merchant now. The eldest Masello had died in a hunting accident in the countryside, and his father, it was said, died of grief a year later. This event had brought the new conte home to the villa with the leaky roof, the broken-backed barn, and massive debt. Yet perhaps Conte Masello was not as bad off as they said, for he had paid Amadeo’s debt to Guelfetto.
Likely Amadeo was wrong about that, too, as the conte had traded for his freedom with silver dishes and spoons. Amadeo swallowed hard but could not dislodge the lump in his throat, a combination of gratitude and resentment. Life in a Florentine bathhouse and sexual slavery to the traditional enemies of Siena was no life at all. He shuddered. He had meant it about throwing himself on the tender mercy of the river.
What kind of master was the new Conte Masello? He glanced at the man beside him and found warm hazel eyes gazing down at him. His new master’s hair was as brown as chestnuts and touched with gray strands. Whatever he’d been doing while the family fortunes dwindled—soldiering, sailing, perhaps even tramping about in the New World—had made him a man with a face weathered by the sun and muscles that strained the seams of his fine clothes. He was broad-shouldered and a forearm’s length taller than Amadeo, who felt like a willow tree beside such an oak.
“We have another stop to make,” the conte whispered. “Finish your prayers.”
The hard press of the conte’s velvet-clad shoulder and the intimacy of his warm breath on Amadeo’s neck sent a small shock through him, and his cock stirred restlessly in response.
Oh no, you don’t. You are not to ruin this chance for me either. Pardon me, dear Saint Catherine. I pledge to you I will stay away from the gaming tables and this man’s bed.
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Meet Heloise West
Heloise West, when not hunched over the keyboard plotting love and mahem, dreams about moving to a villa in Tuscany. She loves history, mysteries, and romance of all flavors. She travels and gardens with her partner of 10 years, and their home overflows with books, cats, art, and red wine.
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Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing E E Montgomery author of Just the Way You Are.
Hi EE, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.
I’m very lazy. I also like to achieve things. It took me some time but I finally worked out that those two things aren’t mutually exclusive. I just have to work out the easy way of doing things for the best results. Organisation is the key. When I focus, I’m completely focused, so I try to achieve as much as I can during that time, because as soon as I stop, I stop completely and become distracted by anything that floats by. I’m currently trying to bring a little more organization into my writing because I think it’ll speed the process, but I have to be careful not to organize myself out of the chase. I write because I have to find out what happens. If I plot too carefully, I know how the story is going to end and I lose interest in it.
Part of liking to achieve things goes hand-in-hand with my constant need to know. That means I keep going back to school. I have four degrees—two undergrad and two post-grad—and I have numerous certificates that qualify me for various things (business administration, picture framing, therapeutic massage, plus others). I also take on part time jobs (on top of my usual full-time job) that will teach me something different. I did that several years ago when I wanted to learn about the jewellery industry and how jewellery was made. I ended up staying in that job for seven years.
It might sound cold, but I’ve used the same system when dating. I’ve dated people to learn about golf, sprinting, wine, theatrical performance, tax laws, and costuming among other things. My current partnership began because I wanted to learn about ballroom dancing. This one has stuck.
Writing is another way of fulfilling my need to know. When I get an idea, I have to find out what happens.
Just the Way You Are is the fourth book in the Just Life series. When I started the series, I had no idea I was writing more than a short story with an unhappy ending, but every time I got to know the characters, and met a few more, I wanted to know their stories too. This last book is Jonathan’s story.
Jonathan has lived with Anthony for ten years. Anthony is selfish, dishonest and abusive and Jonathan hasn’t been happy for a long time. He stays because he feels responsible for Anthony being in a wheelchair, and he can’t see any alternative. At the end of the third book, Just in Time, Anthony attempts to kill Jonathan and then himself. It takes that violence for Jonathan to understand he has to make a different choice with his life, or die. The opening scene of Just the Way You Are is of Jonathan, only just out of hospital, moving out of the house he shared with Anthony. This is his journey from downtrodden, frightened abuse victim, to the man he once thought he could be.
Just the Way You Are continues Jonathan’s story, beginning the day after he’s released from hospital.
Jonathan has lived in a progressively worsening abusive relationship for ten years. For a while, it seems like leaving was the easy part.
Those are all skills that can be learned, just like learning how to show rather than tell, and learning how to get deep into your characters’ heads. Other things a writer needs is to be able to take constructive critique, and sometimes unconstructive critique, of their work. A writer needs to separate their work from their person in order to do that.
The most important thing for a writer to have is an imagination. Many would say that imagination is a talent, not a skill, and therefore can’t be learned, but I don’t agree. Imagination, like most other things, improves with practice. Some people will always have a better imagination or a more pedestrian one, but everyone has one and can make it better if they want to.
While I prefer to just make stuff up and write it down—that’s the fun bit—I know editing makes my work stronger, so I persevere.
I didn’t read children’s books until I was an adult teaching my own child to read. Enid Blyton’s Faraway Tree was a favourite then. We loved the imaginary world. The stories also gave rise to many discussions on how women’s roles have changed over the years.
JONATHAN SHIVERED in the early morning air but not from the chill. He wrapped his arms around himself and groaned as his wound tugged against the movement. He relaxed slowly as the pain eased. From where he stood, he could see between the two apartment blocks to where the sun glinted off the Brisbane River. Five years ago he used to watch the ferries puddle their way up and down the river, dropping passengers here at Hamilton and across the way at Bulimba. He’d missed that view for a long time. He wondered if he’d miss the house now that he was leaving it.
The house was gray—morning gray, Anthony had called it, but it had always looked like unwashed, neglected underwear to him. The lines of the house were precise and symmetrical, unlike the yard. The front lawn bore scars, just like his chest. They were from his Cruiser skidding to a stop the night Anthony had sent him to kill Mark. His eyes burned as he thought how close he’d come to doing what his boyfriend told him to.
At the time, he didn’t think he had any other choice. It was kill or be killed. Literally. By the end of that night, Mark had been the only one left uninjured. Liam’s leg had thankfully healed quickly where Anthony had stabbed him. Anthony was still in hospital with a self-inflicted knife wound to the stomach, and Jonathan… Jonathan was done with that life. Anthony’s knife in his chest—so close to his heart it was clearly intended to be fatal—had cured him of whatever delusions he’d held onto that let him believe he was in love with the man. Even Anthony’s assertions that Jonathan was responsible for him being in a wheelchair since the car accident two years before wouldn’t get him to stay.
He was out of it now, or at least he would be as soon as the removalists came and took his stuff away. Then he could begin to heal. The first step had been to learn to breathe again after his lung collapsed when Anthony stabbed him. The next step… he didn’t know what the next step after this was. He wasn’t going to admit it to anyone, but he was just as terrified now, starting a life of his own—on his own—as he was when he thought he was going to die.
The trembling began again. Dizzy. Couldn’t catch his breath. He leaned beside the front door and forced himself to bring his mind back to the here and now and looked around again. There was a new section of fence now, and the Cruiser had been repaired and sat at the curb, waiting for him. His cousin must have had the damage repaired while Jonathan was in the hospital—learning how to make his lung work again after his boyfriend had tried to kill him. He shook the thoughts from his head. He had to stop thinking like this or he’d go mad.
Sleep last night had been impossible. The house had been cleaned, but nothing was going to completely remove the blood splattered on the white carpet. His blood.
A low rumble burbled through the air, and a truck turned onto the street. Jonathan’s heart raced. “You can do this,” he whispered, although he wasn’t quite sure which part of “this” he was talking about. It could be dealing with strangers on his own, or it could be leaving Anthony—finally. He pressed the heel of his hand over the dressing on his chest. Staying with Anthony was no longer an option.
The truck stopped and turned to reverse into the driveway. The high-pitched beeping made Jonathan jump and, to calm himself, he focused on the two men sitting in the cab. The driver looked young and blond, the passenger older and shriveled, his hair sticking out in unkempt tangles.
“Two people. Not Anthony. You’re outside, everything’s marked. You don’t need to go inside with them at all if you don’t want to. You can do this.” He counted his breaths in and out. The beeping stopped, the engine cut out, and the driver’s door opened.
Long, well-formed legs slipped from the cab, by-passing the step completely as a muscled body slid to the ground. Khaki cargo shorts bunched enticingly around a spectacular package before settling loosely around slim hips as the man’s boot-clad feet landed on the ground and he stood away from the truck. Jonathan moved his gaze up the body. The worn T-shirt did nothing to hide the trim stomach and prominent pecs and the sleeves framed the rounded deltoids perfectly. Jonathan sighed as he lifted his focus higher to see the man’s wide smile.
Meet EE Montgomery
E E Montgomery wants the world to be a better place, with equality and acceptance for all. Her philosophy is: We can’t change the world but we can change our small part of it and, in that way, influence the whole. Writing stories that show people finding their own ‘better place’ is part of E E Montgomery’s own small contribution.
Thankfully, there’s never a shortage of inspiration for stories that show people growing in their acceptance and love of themselves and others. A dedicated people-watcher, E E finds stories everywhere. In a cafe, a cemetery, a book on space exploration or on the news, there’ll be a story of personal growth, love, and unconditional acceptance there somewhere.
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