A Cop for Christmas? #HolidayRomance #MistletoeHop

Welcome to the Christmas Mistletoe Hop!

Mistletoe Hop Dec 19-22, 2014

Mistletoe Hop Dec 19-22, 2014

You’ll find two Christmas giveaways at the end of this post, a downloadable PDF with insights into the story of A Romance for Christmas, and a free, 22 page Christmas cookbook. No signing up for anything; no clicking; no entering a contest — just download and go. Merry Christmas!

Excerpt – Meet the Hero, Scott Gregori

In his old room, Scott stripped out of his uniform and put on sweatpants and slippers. On his bed was the loose T-shirt with a blond-haired elf on the front that his mother had given him the year before. The elf was shirtless, wearing red boxer shorts with holly on them, and he was licking a candy cane while dangling a round ornament on one finger of his other hand.

Upon seeing the shirt when Scott unwrapped it, a cousin had started singing, “Don we now our gay apparel…” and had broken into riotous laughter. That didn’t stop the family from insisting he wear it. He was sure he’d asked Mary to give it to Goodwill, so how it had shown up again this year he couldn’t explain. Yet, there it was. It could only have come from one person.

“The things we do for our mothers.” Scott slipped it on over his head and headed for the kitchen.

Scott's Elf from A Romance for Christmas

Scott’s Elf from A Romance for Christmas by Kayelle Allen

He leaned against the door jamb, enjoying the sight. His mother was chopping things for the stuffing and adding them to her biggest bowl. His dad sat at the end of the counter, reading a Popular Science magazine. Neither seemed to pay attention to the other, but while his mother was cooking, Dad always kept her company. She’d crochet in a wooden rocker in the garage while he worked on the boat he was building. As if they couldn’t bear to be parted from one another, even though they didn’t talk much. Maybe they didn’t need words.

Scott had thought he and his wife would be the same, but he and Mary had shared a different lifestyle. Both were often busy, and sometimes saw each other only in passing. He’d worked nights, and she’d worked days. She’d had a downtown office, working as an architect for government housing. Time spent outdoors had given her a great tan, but exposed her to hazardous toxins no one had known were in the old buildings being demolished. When she fainted at work, the company sent her in for a check up. After the diagnosis, the project had been shut down immediately, but cancer took a quick toll. Mary was gone in six months. A government investigation into the cause was still ongoing.

Scott now had sole custody of a four-year old daughter and a job that took him into danger every day. He’d shifted to the downtown beat and day shift because it seemed safer, and he could still do what he loved doing: Helping people.

“Well,” his dad said, not looking up from his magazine, “Are you going to help your mother or stand there in that dumb elf shirt?”

His mother braced both hands on the counter. “That shirt cost more money than any three pairs of your pants.”

“Did not. I paid a pretty penny for these pants.”

“Pants were cheaper back in 1982.”

His dad snorted, and went back to his reading.


And doesn’t that sound just like a family at Christmas? Everyone has an opinion. Scott wears the shirt to pick up Dara for Christmas dinner, and is surprised by what she has to say. I won’t spoil it by telling you. I hope you enjoy the story.

GIVEAWAYS

Thank you for popping in today. Here’s the link to the free Christmas cookbook and the free peek inside the book. Both are in Adobe Reader (PDF). This is not a contest — everyone who wants one may download it. No sign ups required.
Download the Christmas Cookbook: http://kayelleallen.com/media/Christmas.Cookbook.from.Kayelle.Allen.by.Rachel.Paxton.pdf
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A Romance for Christmas by Kayelle Allen

A Romance for Christmas

A Romance for Christmas

A cop at the door on Christmas Eve brings an unexpected gift. On Amazon’s best-seller list — A sweet holiday romance showcasing love, loss, and the spirit of giving.
It’s Christmas Eve, and the end of a year in which everything Dara loves has been lost. Everything but her little girl and a fierce determination to survive. When a cop brings Christmas to her door, he brings another gift she never expected to get.

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What Christmas Is, Good and Bad #holiday #giveaway

Not all Christmases are cheery and bright, but the holiday is what you make it. The book A Romance for Christmas features a heroine who’s lost her husband, and has only her little girl at the holiday. What Christmas is for her is a time of giving selflessly. She sacrifices to provide for her child. When someone gives to her, it changes her entire perception of what Christmas is.

In my life, when the holidays don’t turn out the way I expect, sometimes it’s because I didn’t let others know what my expectations were. With that thought in mind, here’s my list of what Christmas is, good and bad.

A Romance for Christmas - paper Christmas tree banner

A Paper Christmas Tree from A Romance for Christmas

What Christmas is…

  • having six strings of lights, and not one light bulb that will turn on.
  • unpacking ornaments and recalling the story and person behind each one.
  • that dazed feeling you get when you realize you forgot to prepare a dish for a dinner party — and you’re scheduled to leave with it in five minutes.
  • writing cards to friends you hadn’t thought about for too long.
  • getting a letter from relatives who went everywhere and did everything and wondering how in the world they managed to find the time and the money.
  • shopping for gifts and clothes for a needy child.
  • aching feet and knees from standing in lines everywhere you go.
  • playing Secret Santa at work, and seeing the gift you chose make a difference to a co-worker.
  • driving slowly through the neighborhood oohing and ahhing at lights.
  • the feeling of pride as you watch the town’s annual holiday parade.
  • hugging friends, visiting family, calling to say Merry Christmas to everyone far away.
  • cold winds blowing, a wet mist, snow, lazy smoke rising from chimneys, the smell of a pine fire.
  • watching your child perform in the school pageant and trying not to laugh when one of the reindeer antlers you sewed onto the costume falls off.
  • reading T’was the Night Before Christmas to a little one.
  • tears in your eyes when you hear the familiar carols of your childhood.
  • the lump in your throat when everyone in the audience stands at the first notes of Handel’s Messiah Chorus.
  • hearing again the wonderful story of the Holy Child’s birth.
  • the hope and the joy and the love of God, giving His only begotten Son so that we may live forever.
  • writing a list like this for dear friends like you.

Below, my gift to you, a Christmas Cookbook for you to download and enjoy.
No sign up required, no lists to join, just click and go. That is what Christmas is, right? Giving? I hope you enjoy the cookbook. Merry Christmas!
http://kayelleallen.com/media/Christmas.Cookbook.from.Kayelle.Allen.by.Rachel.Paxton.pdf

A Romance for Christmas by Kayelle Allen

A Romance for Christmas

A Romance for Christmas

A cop at the door on Christmas Eve brings an unexpected gift.
A sweet holiday romance showcasing love, loss, and the spirit of giving.
It’s Christmas Eve, and the end of a year in which everything Dara loves has been lost. Everything but her little girl and a fierce determination to survive. When a cop brings Christmas to her door, he brings another gift she never expected to get.
Peek inside the book: http://is.gd/rom4cmaspeek
Find Your Copy
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Sweet Holiday Tale: A Romance for Christmas @kayelleallen #MFRWauthor #holiday

A Romance for Christmas

A Romance for Christmas

Most people know me as an author of erotic romance, science fiction romance, and gay romance. So when I said I was releasing a sweet contemporary holiday romance with no explicit content whatsoever I got a few WTFs and SayWhats comments. Even one or two HowzThatAgains. *grin* The nicest was “I know it’ll be awesome but why the change?” One person asked me if erotic romance was dead and I was leaving the fold. The short answer is “Um, no it isn’t, and no, I’m not.” But it was nice that they thought I’d know whether this was true.

I wrote A Romance for Christmas in December 2004 as a gift for my critique group and asked them not to share it, but told them some day I might. Last year, Bill Hinkle, my brother-in-law, died. I promised his wife (my sister Cherry) I would dedicate a book to their relationship, which was 25 years of pure awesome romance and still going strong at the time of his passing. I also wanted to pay tribute to our parents, who had passed away the year of their 50th anniversary. My father had once told my mother he’d go first, and then “wait for her just beyond the moon.” When it was his time, he didn’t have to wait long. She died a few weeks later. The parents of the hero in this story bear my parents’ names. The book is dedicated to my sister Cherry in honor of Bill.

You can download a preview of the book here: A Romance for Christmas (click for the pdf – it opens in a new window). There are more details about the story, and it includes links where you can buy your copy. The book is currently on Amazon’s best-seller lists in Kindle short reads, and genre fiction – holidays.

Here’s an excerpt to get you started.

Dara was gaining strength daily, and would finish therapy the first week of January and return to work. Disability paid for the basics – lights, phone, water, trash collection, and she’d never bought anything on credit, refusing to dig herself into a hole she’d never escape once it got started.

She went to the closet and pulled down a box with a ball, crayons, paper, and three books. A friend had brought over a few things as well. This wasn’t the grand Christmas Dara had wanted for her daughter, but all the other valuables had been sold. There was nothing left but her wedding ring.

She didn’t wear it. Removing it had been part of saying good-bye to Jack.

They said it would help, and it had. Sort of. But not much.

Dara sank into one of the kitchen chairs and put her face in her hands.

Sometime later, when the doorbell rang, she grabbed a paper towel and dried her eyes. The clock over the stove said nine o’clock. Who would be calling at this hour on Christmas Eve? She stuffed the wet towel in her robe pocket on the way to the door.

A Romance for Christmas

A Romance for Christmas

About A Romance for Christmas

A cop at the door on Christmas Eve brings an unexpected gift.
A sweet holiday romance showcasing love, loss, and the spirit of giving.
It’s Christmas Eve, and the end of a year in which everything Dara loves has been lost. Everything but her little girl and a fierce determination to survive. When a cop brings Christmas to her door, he brings another gift she never expected to get.

Buy This Book

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Join our #FacebookParty Oct 17 @VickiBatman @PalomaBeck @AuthorTinaGayle +18 authors #Giveaway

Temporarily Employed by Vicki Batman

Temporarily Employed — by Vicki Batman

Time to Party! My friend Vicki Batman (yes, that’s her real name) has a new book out: Temporarily Employed. Join us for a Facebook Party to celebrate.

Hattie Cook’s dream job is down the toilet and her new SUV violated. Desperate for cash to cover the basic necessities of rent and food, she takes a temporary job at Buy-Rite insurance company where she uncovers an embezzling scam tied to the death of a former employee—the very one she replaced. The last thing she wants is to clash with By-the-Book Detective Wellborn, no matter how much he makes her heart pound.
Allan Charles Wellborn has secretly adored Hattie all his life. He evolved from a pocket protector-wearing geek to a handsome police detective. When the police determine there’s more to the death of a former Buy Rite employee, he steps in to lead the investigation. Overly dedicated, always perfect, he puts his job first, even if doing so ultimately hurts the one he loves.
Can the killer be found before Hattie’s time is up?

Facebook Party Details

You are invited to the Facebook Party launch for Vicki’s romantic comedy mystery Temporarily Employed.
Where: Vicki Batman Facebook – http://on.fb.me/1ipdLkv
When: Today! October 17th ~ 10 am – 8 pm CST
Facebook Party guests: (including me!)

10am ~ Elizabeth Essex
11am ~ Paloma Beck and Lynda Coker
12pm ~ Angi Morgan
1pm ~ Alisha Paige Wilson and Donnell Bell
2pm ~ Sylvia McDaniel, Karilyn Bentley, and Kimberley Troutte
3pm ~ Liz Lipperman and Kristina Knight
4pm ~ D’Ann Linscott Dunham and Tina Gayle
5pm ~ Magdalena Scott and Betty Bolte
6pm ~ Melissa Keir and Kayelle Allen
7pm ~ Alexa Bourne, Barbara Barrett, and Allie Quinn
8pm ~ And the winners are… To be announced at the end.

Special giveaways, excerpts, laughs and virtual champagne for all at our fun Facebook Party. Come join us!  http://on.fb.me/1ipdLkv

Good Morning, Izzorah (a Path to Tarth story) #scifi #shortstory

Mortay Wahn

Mortay Wahn

A short story complete in only 459 words

Characters

Izzorah is a full-blooded Kin (feline humanoid) with claws beneath human-looking nails, catlike ears and eyes, and the ability to smell emotion.

Setting

This is a Path to Tarth story, with details about Izzorah Ceeow’s travels after he left home to avoid an arranged marriage, and headed for freedom on Tarth. Subscribe to the blog to read more of these in the future.

Izzorah appears in the book Forbid My Heart. He’s one of the heroes in the upcoming Surrender Trust, and soon to be re-released Surrender Love.

Good Morning, Izzorah — Meeting the Mortay Wahn

The screech of a vulture — close — woke Izzorah. He hustled out from under his blanket and pulled a knife from his belt. The cold ache of dawn reached all the way down to his bones, and he shivered.

Unlike the humans who’d invaded his world, he had a sense of smell that missed nothing. A proud, feline Kin, he inhaled, drawing in the scent of the morning.

Dew, grass, moldering trees down by the creek. A rabbit carcass over by an abandoned den, faint with the smell of spoor. The sweat of kweeohs eddied to him in the mist. The giant bearlike creatures were too far away for him to hear. No danger from them. The smell of his horse, cropping grass nearby, settled Izzorah. A bit. If Purkinje wasn’t frightened, he wouldn’t be.

Still, other creatures existed, and humans had been known to enter these mountains, despite the treaty. Despite the warnings. Despite the killings. Did they never learn? He knew the answer to that, and spat on the ground as comment.

Knife in hand, Izzorah backed against a barren tree. Waited. Listened.

Birds scattered to the air. Crickets and insects were silent. Above him in the tree, the vulture squawked, its voice glass-sharp, impatient. The forest stayed still, listening, as Izzorah did, for a predator. Time dragged.

Not for the first time, he wished he could see what was out there.

He hadn’t been born half blind. That had come after a raging fever at age three, the result of a dreaded sickness among their people. He could make out things up close. Not into the trees. Nothing past the reach of his arm. No details, but he paid attention to what he could see. He’d notice if a shape moved. And he was fast. Good with the knife.

When birds and insects began chirping and humming again, he let out the breath he’d been holding. He took one step away from the tree, and ducked as the vulture swept past him.

“Get away!” Izzorah whipped out the knife, slashed upward. “I’m not dead yet!”

“Vultures weren’t always patient, especially this kind.”

The bird cawed, mocking. Waiting. Vultures weren’t always patient, especially this kind. Sacred to his people, the Mortay Wahn ate the honored dead, but they didn’t always wait politely for the offering.

Izzorah re-sheathed the blade, ran to gather up his bedroll. He fastened it onto a pack, and slipped that over his shoulders. He hooked the horse’s simple bridle over its muzzle, and then leaped onto Purkinje’s bare back. Reaching down to pat the animal’s neck, he cooed to it.

“Good boy, Purkinje. Let’s get out of here. We have half a planet to cover.” Izzorah clicked his tongue, and the horse started out, heading for the valley below.


Art by Jamin Allen

Forbid My Heart: A Luc and Rah Story
Waking in the middle of the night, Izzorah begins to worry. His lover has pledged to take him back to visit his homeworld, but Izzorah knows the fact that they’re gay could cause their death if the Kin Pride Council hears about it. His heart tells him to trust Luc, but Izzorah’s fear is real. He snuggles up to Luc, seeking comfort.

Luc is immortal. He has the perspective to understand his lover’s concerns and not worry about them. To distract Izzorah, Luc tries a sexy game of dominance and submission played during their shared shower. Izzorah’s unreserved trust and respect make Luc long to wipe out any shadow of trouble or sorrow. He would turn the Kin homeworld upside down to protect him, but convincing Izzorah he can do it will mean confessing a truth Luc is not yet ready to share.

Luc and Rah must learn: where the heart leads — follow.
Loose Id http://www.loose-id.com/forbid-my-heart-a-luc-and-rah-story.html

Edited: This series will now be called “Fresh Off the Planet.” I plan to create a book of these stories later, and Fresh Off the Planet will be the title of the book.

So You Want to Date a Gay Immortal #LGBT #MFRWauthor #Humor

Forbid My Heart, a gay immortal romance

Forbid My Heart

If you want to date a gay immortal, what should you consider? Here are ten tips.

  1. Go out with your gay immortal guy because you like him as a person, rather than to find The One. Face it, how many times are you going to get a date with an immortal? Even if it doesn’t work out, this will be a date to remember. Enjoy it just for the experience.
  2. Practice safe dating. Your immortal may enjoy death-defying endeavors on dates, but unlike him, you won’t live forever. Wear a seat belt, a helmet, and unless he’s immune to everything, sterile, and can prove it, use a condom.
  3. If he’s bi, accept it. If he’s lived centuries, he might have tried almost anything. It’s true that he may not have found Mr. Right yet and you may be The One. It’s also possible he’s simply in touch with his polyamorous inner lover and enjoys a wide variety of relationships. Bottom line, don’t get your heart broken — pay attention to the signs.
  4. If your gay immortal is a shapeshifter, were-creature, or undead, these attributes can add an entirely new level to your relationship. But be sure you’re ready for sex with a guy who’s really (and I do mean really) a beast.
  5. Don’t offer your guy flowers, candy, or other trinkets on the first date. Immortals are used to giving gifts, but some are uncomfortable with getting them. However, after a few dates, if you bring him flowers, he’ll be surprised, and likely touched that you took time to think of him. In a way, flowers on a first date are expected — but flowers on the fourth are not. Surprise him.
  6. Speaking of gifts, if you want something that will stun your gay immortal, why not give him the stars? Literally. Go to http://adoptastar.whitedwarf.org/ and you can adopt a star for him, get a certificate, and present it to him. If he’s from the future, he might even share memories of having visited there. Plus the money goes to help scientists with research.
  7. Get your sleep. Immortals tend to “stay up all night” if you get my drift, and you’ll want to be well rested to take advantage of that.
  8. Be on time. He might not be, depending on what era he’s from (future, past, and present sometimes run together for an immortal), and that’s something to deal with if necessary, but don’t keep him waiting. He’s spent enough time alone as it is.
  9. Dress comfortably, but well. The first date is definitely the time to break out sexy underwear. Whether you want to show it to him on the first date is another matter. But wearing it will give you a feeling of looking and feeling your best.
  10. Use the law of attraction to win his heart. This can be true with any guy, but for an immortal, it’s vital. What is this law? “You get back what you give out.” Project a positive, energetic vibe by looking for ways to make him happy, and if he responds in kind, you may have a winner. However, If you give and give, and he only takes and takes… that has nothing to do with his being a gay immortal. He’s just a jerk. Move on.

So, what are your tips for dating a gay immortal? If you’ve got one, share!

A gay immortal romance: Forbid My Heart, by Kayelle Allen
Waking in the middle of the night, Izzorah begins to worry. His lover has pledged to take him back to visit his homeworld, but Izzorah knows the fact that they’re gay could cause their death if the Kin Pride Council hears about it. His heart tells him to trust Luc, but Izzorah’s fear is real. He snuggles up to Luc, seeking comfort.
Luc is immortal. He has the perspective to understand his lover’s concerns and not worry about them. To distract Izzorah, Luc tries a sexy game of dominance and submission played during their shared shower. Izzorah’s unreserved trust and respect make Luc long to wipe out any shadow of trouble or sorrow. He would turn the Kin homeworld upside down to protect him, but convincing Izzorah he can do it will mean confessing a truth Luc is not yet ready to share.
Luc and Rah must learn: where the heart leads — follow.
Loose Id http://www.loose-id.com/forbid-my-heart-a-luc-and-rah-story.html

How’s That Again? Mistranslated Book Blurbs #MFRWauthor #humor

I found a link to one of my books on a Spanish site. Curious to know what it said, I copied it and popped it into an online translation tool. Laughter ensued. It was the blurb for the book, with a twist. The gist was there, but some of the retranslated words made me giggle. I decided to try copying other blurbs into Spanish and then translate them back to see what I got. Here are the Tales of the Chosen blurbs for your amusement.

First the real one, then the translated and retranslated one.

Wulf
http://is.gd/GaySciFi_Wulf

Wulf, Tales of the Chosen

Wulf, Tales of the Chosen

Superstar Wulf Gabriel must depend on the one man he swore he would never trust again. The most powerful and feared man in the empire – the Harbinger. Lust. Power. Forgiveness. A Chosen loves forever.

Wulf Gabriel longs for freedom. A superstar in the Tarthian Empire, he is bound by an unscrupulous agent to a restrictive contract. With his career threatened and his life at risk, Wulf must trust the one man he swore would never again control him — Luc Saint-Cyr, the Harbinger.

For the Harbinger, saving Wulf is a simple matter of asserting his will. The enigmatic man’s legendary power makes him the most feared person in the empire. To win the heart of Wulf, Luc will have to risk baring his own.

[Apparently Wulf has undergone a sex change in this blurb, because suddenly, he’s no longer male. Maybe Luc is too. Not sure. Luc is no longer the Harbinger either. He’s the Herald. I think Yoda had a hand in this one.]

Superstar Wulf Gabriel must depend on one man she swore she would never trust again. The most powerful and feared man in the empire – the Herald. Lust. Power. Forgiveness. A Chosen loves forever.

Wulf Gabriel yearns for freedom. A superstar in Tarthian Empire, he is bound by an unscrupulous agent to a restrictive contract. With its threatened and endangered his life career, Wulf must trust the man vowed never control – Luc Saint-Cyr, the Herald.

For Harbinger, saving Wulf is a simple matter to enforce his will. Power legendary enigmatic man he most feared person in the empire does. To win the heart of Wulf, Luc will have to bare her own risk.

Alitus
http://is.gd/GaySciFi_Alitus

Alitus, Tales of the Chosen

Alitus, Tales of the Chosen

The empress asks her trusted spymaster, Alitus, to discover if a friend’s lover is having an affair. The truth could alter age-old alliances and rock the empire to its core. Passion. Submission. Loyalty. A Chosen bares his heart forever.

Alitus lives in a world full of political intrigue, and he is supremely alone. As a Better, an enhanced human, he can touch no one — his pheromones are addictive. He keeps his affair with Wulf secret, because Wulf belongs to another, a powerful man allied with the empress. When the man asks the empress to investigate whether Wulf is having an affair, Wulf’s relationship with Alitus could be exposed. Complicating matters, the empress reveals her immortality, and requires Alitus to prove his loyalty. Her test will throw him straight into Wulf’s arms, right in front of the empress and Wulf’s lover. Hiding what they are to each other has taken discipline and denial. Now, it will take a miracle.

[Alitus is definitely an improved human being, but… Wulf gets another twist in this one — he’s not only Alitus’s and Luc’s lover, he’s also the lover of the Empress. This guy gets around!]

The Empress asks her trusted spymaster, Alitus, to find out if a friend’s lover is having an affair. The truth could alter the secular alliances and rock the Empire to its core. Passion. Submission. Loyalty. A Chosen bares his heart forever.

Alitus live in a world full of political intrigue, and he is supremely alone. Best, a human being improved, no one can touch him – his pheromones are addictive. He keeps his secret romance with Wulf, Wulf that belongs to another man with a powerful ally the Empress. When the man asked the empress to investigate whether Wulf is having an affair, the relationship with Alitus Wulf could be exposed. To complicate matters, the Empress reveals his immortality, and requires Alitus to prove their loyalty. Your test will throw him straight into the arms of Wulf, right in front of the Empress and her lover Wulf. Hide what they are to each other has had the discipline and denial. Now a miracle is needed.

Jawk
http://is.gd/GaySciFi_Jawk

Jawk, Tales of the Chosen

Jawk, Tales of the Chosen

When immortal Luc Saint-Cyr arranges a m?nage with Wulf and Jawk, he gets far more than he bargained for. Pleasure. Trust. Possession. A Chosen’s betrayal is forever.

Jawk works at Batchelors, a gay club in the Top Tier district of Tarth City, where he meets Luc. Luc offers Jawk a deal too good to pass up, one night showing him and his lover a good time in exchange for far more than his usual pay. But the sensual Jawk is not what he seems, and one night with him will change the immortal’s alliances forever.

[Trying to figure out how Pleasure becomes Placer (an alluvial deposit that contains particles of some valuable mineral). Don’t get that one. But one thing is the same, the alliances are definitely misaligned in this version. So is the m?nage.

When immortal Luc Saint-Cyr is organizing a menage a Wulf and Jawk, you get much more than I expected. Placer. Trust. Possession. The betrayal of a Chosen is forever.

Jawk works at Batchelors, a gay club in the Top Tier district of Tarth City, where he meets Luc. Luc offers Jawk deal too good to pass up, one night he and his lover showing a good time to change much more than his usual salary. But Jawk sensual is not what it seems, and one night he changed alliances with the immortal forever.

No matter how you say it, the truth is, these books are full of conflict, romance, intrigue, and danger. They’re also fun reads and a great romp in the amazing world of the Tarthian Empire. Adding the twist of a different language just makes it more fun. I will still use online translators, but it wouldn’t do to try translating an entire book that way. I can just imagine a love scene with slot A and tab B getting an entirely new “angle.” Hmm. Maybe I’ll translate-retranslate one of those next week…

Have you ever mistranslated something critical and had it backfire? Share it in the comments.

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Why Don’t You Just Romance Me? Sizzling Summer Nights Hop #MFRWauthor #amreading

Sizzling Summer Nights byttib

Sizzling Summer Nights

They say romance is dead. I don’t believe that. I never have. There’s a reason I named my guest author blog Romance Lives Forever. Yes, I write about immortals, and for them, romance really does live forever. But I believe you can be married, and have romance.

I should know. I’ve been married 40 years as of last December. My marriage is a romantic one.

I’ll be the first to admit the main reason there is romance in my marriage is because my husband is a romantic person. He thinks to do things that I don’t, and I adore him for it. He doesn’t bring me flowers or buy me diamonds (drat) but he does bring me a glass of water while I’m working because he realized HE was thirsty and thought I might be. My husband thinks of my comfort when he’s tired. He gives a great backrub and foot massage. He is faithful to me. He blows kisses at me no matter who is looking. He holds my hand, and offers his arm when we cross the road or take a flight of stairs. He tells me he loves me every day. I’m completely spoiled by the way he treats me, and he knows it, because I tell him so. In return, I put him first.

It’s not the big things that count. When I do the laundry, I put his clothes in first, and then, if there’s room, I add mine. That way, his things are always clean. If he needs a shirt or a pair of pants, they’re ready. I know how he likes his tea, and I make it and take it to him. I buy the kind of peanut butter he likes, not what’s on sale. He loves sardines and crackers on Saturday, and I know the type he likes. I make sure the ginger snaps he prefers are in the cupboard. (Yes, I do feed him well. Maybe too well. *wink*) It’s the cumulation of many little things over a day, a week, and even a lifetime that show the other person you love them. That is romance.

Giving a backrub is one thing. Giving a listening ear is another. If you have a partner who does either one, grab onto him or her and don’t let go. I don’t have to tell you how hard it is to find someone who thinks of you ahead of themselves. If you are lucky and blessed enough to have that, give as good you get, and don’t look back.

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What’s a Story Molecule? Trailing Kaiwulf by Kayelle Allen #MFRWauthor #Scifi @MelissaSnark

Periodic Table of Storytelling

Periodic Table of Storytelling

Like me, my friend Melissa Snark likes the TV Tropes website. What are tropes? They’re devices and conventions that a writer can reasonably rely on as being present in the audience members’ minds and expectations. On the whole, tropes are not clich?s. The word clich?d means “stereotyped and trite.” In other words, dull and uninteresting. The TV Tropes site isn’t about that. It’s about the creative use of these mega-themes.

The Periodic Table of Storytelling is a site that makes good use of these themes. By putting together all the basic tropes and assigning them a range of colors and letters, it’s possible to create a “story molecule” using the themes of the story.

Trailing Kaiwulf Story Molecule

Trailing Kaiwulf Story Molecule

Melissa had an idea. Why not take the TV Tropes website and figure out how to apply its amazing concepts to her own story? She hit upon an even better idea. Why not invite other authors to do the same thing? Adding icing to the cake, she contacted the TV Tropes site and asked if they’d like to take a look. They did, she did, and a group of us got together to share the idea of creating a story molecule.

Mine is the last one in the series, so I’m doing my best to make it awesome. I hope you’ll check it out. The book I’m featuring is Trailing Kaiwulf. Why not head over there and take a look? It’s amazing what she put together. Click here: http://is.gd/kaiwulf_molecule

Find an invisible man in another dimension? All in a day’s work at TRAIL.

Travel to a godforsaken planet on the outskirts of space. Check. Hold intrusive military types at bay. Check. Find an invisible man in a different dimension. Check. Finish out the vacation TRAIL yanked you back from to do it? Easier said than done.

Trailing Kaiwulf

Trailing Kaiwulf

Yanked back from their first vacation in ages, Jee and Dane get handed a top priority mission. The pay is better than any they’ve earned before as agents for the Trace, Rescue, and Identification League. With this much money, they might not need jobs. They’re the best there is, and the item, person, or secret hasn’t been invented that these two can’t recover. Until now.

Locating this quarry might be a bit past even their considerable skills. After all, how do you find an invisible man in another dimension? And who, exactly, is footing a bill this steep? Certainly not the archaeologist in charge. The military wants to get involved, but they have no monetary stake either. So who — or what — is behind the request to trail Kaiwulf?

Excerpt http://www.kayelleallen.com/exc-kai.html
Amazon http://is.gd/SciFiAdventure_Kaiwulf
This is a Trace, Rescue, and Identification League story.
Download the official TRAIL Facebook cover and other goodies: http://is.gd/kaiwulf_excerpt

Learn more about the Periodic Table of Storytelling
http://designthroughstorytelling.net/periodic/

 

Am I Falling for a Heartbreaker? Luc and Rah #MFRWauthor #LGBT #scifirom

Luc and Rah Kiss

Luc and Rah Kiss

This is the scene from Surrender Love when Luc first tells Izzorah that he loves him. A mix-up with Izzorah’s visa had the Tarthian Labor Board on his trail, and they were about to arrest him (and probably deport him) when Luc showed up for their date. He interceded, showed the officials the passport his company had arranged for Izzorah as a worker, and then promised to keep Izzorah in his own custody until the visa was verified. Luc explained it to Izzorah, and let him know he’d have to stay with him.

Characters

Luc: Sempervian (immortal) currently living as a human. He is a powerful entrepreneur.
Izzorah: Kin (a feline humanoid) Luc?s na?ve younger lover. He can smell emotion.
Wulf: Human, a previous lover of Luc’s. They lived together for five years.

Kahlah = the Kin ability to smell and interpret emotion. Izzorah’s ability is magnified.

Nothing in Luc’s scent said he didn’t want to vouch for him. No resentment at all. “You don’t mind having me stay with you?”

“I’d be honored. Now, I don’t want you to worry. I promise you’ll be safe from advances. I’d never take advantage of a guest in my home. A man would be a fool to plunder what he treasures. I’d never approach you.”

Izzorah’s kahlah revealed the battle raging within the man. Such honor! How could anyone not trust this man? Close on that thought came the impact of Luc’s other words. He treasures me. He hugged those words to his heart.

“Luc? Is it taking advantage if I approach you?”

The man remained quiet, and Izzorah’s heart kicked into panic mode for fear he’d overstepped.

“No.” Luc offered a smile that was almost shy. “But before you make any decisions, you need a good night’s sleep. You owe me nothing.” Luc cupped a hand around Izzorah’s face. “I couldn’t live with myself if I made you feel obligated. Your career will have nothing to do with how you respond to me. I promise whatever happens between us, your needs will always come before mine.”

“Did you say–” Izzorah hesitated, flicking one ear. “Never mind.”

“You want to know if I said the same thing to Wulf.”

“I’m sorry.” Where Luc’s hand still rested on Izzorah’s cheek, Izzorah nuzzled his face against it. “I had no right to ask that.”

“Yes, you did.” Luc stroked Izzorah’s cheek with his thumb. “You ask me anything you want to know. I’ll always answer you.”

“Do you miss him?”

Luc gave a short laugh. “No. Oh, I don’t like being alone, but it’s less stressful with him gone. Seems like we fought every day.” He lifted his hand to Izzorah’s hair, and slid his fingertips through it, pushing it away from his face.

When Luc lowered his hand, Izzorah had to stop himself from picking it up and putting it back. Touch me again. He leaned closer. “Do you still love him?”

“Not the way I did, no. We fell out of love long ago. We kept pretending, even when we were alone. He was falling in love with someone else and I could see it happening. Maybe I could have kept him from drifting away from me, but I’d reached a point where it was too painful to try and fix it.” Luc shook his head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be burdening you with all this.”

“No, I want to know. And you need to tell it. It sounds like you were glad when it was over, but it still hurt.”

“Did it ever! I tried to tell myself it wasn’t happening, and that I didn’t love him anyway, but–” Luc stopped, shook his head again. “Wulf and I lived in the same house but we led two separate lives. It broke my heart, the way things ended. There was no final conflict. No big blow up. It was like the air leaking out of a balloon. Bottom line, I let him go, but then I moped because I was alone. Pathetic, really.”

“You had a right to be sad, Luc. It was like a death. Being slow doesn’t make it any less painful.”

The man focused on him with such sharp attention it made Izzorah’s heart race for fear he’d angered him. When Luc suddenly smiled, it felt like a ray of sunshine had crossed Izzorah’s path.

“You’re right about that, Izzorah. With you, I feel a peace I never knew before. Last thing I need is to fall in love with another heartbreaker. I’m hoping you don’t turn out to be that, because it’s too late, you see.”

Surrender Love

Surrender Love

The truth was in Luc’s scent, a faint smell of sweet grass, along with a hint of fresh linen, showing respect. The mixture meant whatever he felt was a surprise to him.

“I don’t understand, Luc.” Izzorah understood all right, but Luc needed to admit it to himself. That was in his scent too. And Izzorah wanted to hear the words. “Too late for what?”

“Too late for me to turn back.” Luc caressed Izzorah’s cheek again, and smiled into his eyes. “I’ve already fallen in love with you.”

Izzorah leaned his cheek against Luc’s palm. How could anyone not fall in love this man? I would cherish him forever. He held Luc’s dark gaze, savoring the man’s warmth. “I promise. I will be a shelter for your heart.”


You can read Luc and Izzorah’s love story in Surrender Love coming this fall. The sequel, Surrender Trust, will follow. Currently, a portion of their relationship is told in the short story Forbid My Heart. Luc and Rah must learn: where the heart leads — follow. http://is.gd/forbidmyheart

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