I’m giving away an autographed copy of Hard Candy on Goodreads.com. If anyone’s interested, you can enter by clicking on the link below:

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Amanda Young, best-selling author of gay fiction, brings you three tales of torrid love between men. Previously available only in electronic format, these steamy novellas have now been combined for a paperback edition! Included are the stories…

Man Candy
Aaron Samuels has a secret. He’s in love with his boss, Logan Remora. Logan is everything Aarons ever wanted in a man, except he’s straight…and married.

Candy Man
After a night of catering to trick-or-treaters, Aaron’s ready to kick back and unwind. But his lover’s sweet tooth is about to derail his plans.

Eye Candy
Humiliated by his first love, Jake Remora has no intention of ever making himself vulnerable to that kind of pain again. Life is good, until Kane Sharp moves home and stirs up old memories Jake would rather forget.

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My special guest this week is author, A. R. Moler.

Q: So, A. R. … What genre do you write in, and why?
A: Mostly urban fantasy, I write what I like to read

Q: How long did you write before you received your first contract for publication?
A: Ummmm, decades

Q: So, if you don’t mind sharing, would you tell us about your latest work in progress?
A: I’m almost finished a sequel to Hell Dogs Squadron

Q: Out of all the stories you’ve written, which is your favorite?
A: Toss up between “And Hell Itself Breathes Out” and “Hell Dogs Squadron”

Q: Do you need to be in a specific place or atmosphere before the words flow?
A: Lack of children helps

Q: What’s the strangest source of inspiration you’ve found for a story?
A: Prosthetic makeup

Q: If you could offer one tidbit of information for new writers, what would it be?
A: Get lots of honest friends to read your stuff

Q: Do you have an evil day job or do you write full time?
A: Night job, teaching grownups about the joys of stoichiometry

Q: What do you like to do in your spare time?
A: What spare time

Q: Name one thing readers would be surprised to learn about you.
A: I can crochet

Q: What’s your favorite dirty word?
A: Fuck

Q: What’s your favorite holiday, and why?
A: Yule, nice traditions

Q: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
A: Only the usual hole in each ear

Q: If you could be intimate with three people (not necessarily all at one time *g*) without getting in trouble with your significant other, who would they be?
A: This week? Simon Baker, Christian Cooke and Eddie Cahill

Q: If you were stranded on a desert island, what three things would you want with you?
A: Toothbrush, sanitary pads, and a deliciously hot guy

Q: If you won the lottery tomorrow, what would you spend the money on?
A: House in Wales

Q: Which household chore do you abhor and why?
A: Scrubbing the bathtub.

Q: What’s your favorite comfort food?
A: Brownies

Q: Do you have any guilty pleasures you feel comfortable sharing?
A: caffeine, lots of caffeine

Q: Do you have a favorite book or movie?
A: Altered States

Q: In closing, tell us a bit about your latest release (& share a yummy excerpt for those who aren’t yet familiar with your work)

Snippet from Hell Dogs Squadron: Touch and Go

One hip replacement, check. One ACL repair, check. Rounds, check. Office hours, check. Orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Mason Flynn, was on his way home from work. It had been a long day, especially since it had started 5 am and was now 5 pm. Chalk up yet another 12 hour work day. Nothing had gone particularly bad, it was just the grind. He had tomorrow off. Amazing. Maybe he’d go running on the beach, weather permitting and all that. Traffic was mercifully light on Shore Drive. He lived on the north end of the beach.
The tourist season was still a few weeks away. By the time Memorial Day passed, traffic would be much worse. There was a red light ahead. He pulled up behind a motorcycle, waiting on the light. When the light changed to green, the motorcycle began to pull away. And his world suddenly went into slow motion.
He saw the glint of reflected sunlight off the windshield of a pickup truck, speeding toward the intersection. His brain insisted that it was going to brake to a halt any second. It didn’t. It blew straight through the intersection and plowed into the motorcycle, sending both bike and rider cartwheeling across the intersection. And then the truck pulled out of the half spin it was in and kept right on going. Flynn was bolting out of the car before he even realized it, sprinting toward the rider.
The motorcyclist was sprawled limply on the pavement, on his side. Even from yards away, he could tell the man’s leg was broken. Legs weren’t supposed to bend a hand span below the knee. Mason fell to his knees beside him and carefully slid his fingers under the lower edge of his helmet, seeking a pulse. He found it. Weak and fast. He dug his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed 911.
“I need an ambulance on Shore Drive near ^^^^^^. Hit and run. A pickup truck struck a motorcycle. He’s in pretty bad shape. My name is Dr. Mason Flynn. I’m a surgeon at Norfolk General. You might want to consider sending Nightingale.” Nightingale was the Hampton Roads area air ambulance, used frequently for the transport of critically injured patients.
He gave a few more bits of information to the dispatcher while he ran his hands along the rider’s body. Blood was rapidly staining the road, where the broken bones on the man’s lower leg had ripped through both skin and the fabric of his jeans. Mason yanked off his dress shirt and wadded it up, pressing it firmly against the wound. That should slow the blood loss a bit. The man moaned as he began to regain consciousness, writhing weakly in pain.
“Easy. Don’t be moving around. An ambulance is on the way,” he said. One handedly, he eased the face shield of the helmet up so he could see his patient’s face. The rider’s eyes fluttered open, but he looked hopelessly disoriented and his face scrunched in agony. Mason took one of his hands in his and squeezed the man’s fingers. The thin black leather gloves he wore had been torn and bloodied by his impact with the road.
“Help’s coming. Just stick with me,” said Mason trying to reassure him. He let go of the man’s fingers and unzipped the leather jacket. The coat was scuffed and ripped but that meant less skin and tissue damage to its wearer. One less problem to deal with. He felt carefully across his chest and his fingers encountered the faint ridge of dog tags, beneath thin t-shirt fabric. He was military. It figured, given the area. The largest navy base on the planet was less than ten miles away. And that didn’t even count the handful of other bases scattered through Hampton Roads area. Skimming his hand lightly down the soldier’s side, he heard a whimpering moan as he crossed one side of his rib cage.
“Sorry. Bear with me. I’m a doctor. I’m trying to figure out how badly you’re hurt,” the surgeon apologized. He reached around beneath the jacket to run a gentle finger down his spine. No obvious depressions. Not that that meant he was necessarily free of spinal cord damage. The rider moaned a little and clutched at the doctor’s arm, eyes squeezing shut.
“I know you’re in a lot of pain. Just try to keep as still as possible. … My name’s Mason. What’s yours?” he coaxed. Keeping the man focused on some questions would be helpful. The cyclist opened his eyes and met the doctor’s gaze.
“C-c –cam,” he whispered. “Lt Cameron Bradshaw….” His eyelids were squeezing shut again. Mason wished he had some idea how long it would take the ambulance. The blood from the leg injury was soaking the fabric of the shirt pressed against it. He was going to have to do something or this guy probably wasn’t going to make it. Something he was probably going to regret. He touched his fingers to the man’s cheek, and slid the other up under his t-shirt.
“Look at me Cam. I need you to focus on me. We’re going to spend a few minutes checking to see what else is damaged besides your leg. You have to talk me, ok ?”
“Yeah….”
“Top down then.” And he mentally crossed his fingers that he could stabilize his heart and breathing while he did the rest at the same time.
“Head first.” Mason blinked slowly and extended his healing Talent, seeking head trauma. He mentally traced lightly across the top of his head , and down the back of his skull. The man was rattled, disoriented, and in a lot of pain but thank the god that invented helmets, there didn’t appear to be anything major there. Just probably a bit of a concussion. But he was going into shock. Not good. The doctor concentrated on his other hand for a moment, reinforcing his patient’s pulse a little. “How bad does your head hurt? A little? A lot?”
“A little.”
“Wiggle your fingers for me. Just your fingers, nothing else,” said Mason. Cam managed to waggle the fingers of his left hand. “Other hand too,” said the doctor. That one barely moved, but then again the shoulder it was attached to seemed damaged. Mason plunged his healing sense toward the shoulder. The scapula was cracked, not badly but enough to trigger the beginnings of the inflammation response. His first impression seemed to be holding true, though, there was probably no serious spinal damage. He threw his senses wide open and ran a quick “systems check” of the man’s vitals. Not good, and he was fading into unconsciousness again.
“Try to focus on your breathing for a minute,” he said, one hand sliding cautiously across the skin of Cam’s chest. He detected a couple of cracked ribs and there was internal bleeding too. “Can you do that?”
“Uh-huh.” It was as much a groan as a response. Mason cursed under his breath and focused his Talent on the bleeding. Had to get a handle on that. Damaged spleen, bruised kidneys, and some lesser damage to the liver. Cam was slipping, literally dying beneath his hands. Mason “reached out” and getting a grip on the faltering life force, forcibly yanked it toward him. He poured out a vast amount of energy through his hands, feeling spleen and liver lacerations beginning to mend. Feeling the texture of this man’s essence within his grip. Was he defying death by doing this ? Damn straight. Nobody was going to die on his shift if he could prevent it. He blinked hard and shook his head. The amount of energy he was putting out was leaving dizziness in its wake. Keep going, he’s not out of danger yet, he told himself. He turned his attention to the leg. He wasn’t going to be able to fix the broken bone, not out here on the highway. But the bleeding he could do something about.

Good morning. I just wanted to let you all know that I’m giving away a copy of Hunger on the Ebook Addict Blog. All you have to do to enter is leave a comment. Pretty simple, huh? So, if you haven’t snagged a copy of your own yet, make sure you swing by the blog and throw your name into the hat. Good luck to those of you who enter!

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Book I in the Chicken Ranch Series
ISBN: 978-1-59632-957-7

Disowned and cast out of his home, eighteen year old Declan Mayo turns to the only thing he can think of to help him get back on his feet. Working at Chicken Ranch, a rural brothel that caters to women and gay men, seems like the perfect solution. He isn’t about to let a lack of sexual experience stop him from taking what he sees as his only way off the streets.

Falling in love with one of his clients wasn’t in the game plan, but Declan can’t seem to help himself. Killian Hamilton is sweet and kind, with a stutter Declan can’t help but find adorable. Surely, if anyone could overlook Declan’s choice of employment, it would be a kindhearted man like Killian.

What Declan doesn’t count on is Killian’s connection to one of the brothel’s regular clients, or the way his love life is about to blow up in his face.

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This week’s guest is author Bryl R. Tyne. Thanks for joining us, Bryl.

 

 

Q: First off, would you share which genre(s) you write in?

A: I like to cross genres with erotic romance, and I’m not a stickler for any particular pairing—m/m, f/f, m/f, or a combination, it’s all about the relationships. So, though I lean toward writing about the sexual side of relationships and how those plays into romantic involvement, I find writing about sex and romance, either apart or together, rather bland unless another element exists. I’ve experimented with western, fantasy, paranormal, mystery, and my latest, sci-fi. My favorite to mix in is comedy though. Heck, even the mysteries I write are laced with spontaneous humor.

 

Now, you’ve made me think… Why? Most likely, because as with any relationship, there’s bound to be a heavy emotional side. Rather than dwelling on the inevitable angst and despair, I like to address various ways of dealing with the confusing emotions. What better way than to laugh until you figure out the solution? While, life may not get any better than we have it today, we should enjoy it for what it is. One thing is inevitable…life could and, more often than not, does get worse. Always.

 

Q: How long did you write before you received your first contract for publication?

A: Not counting my childhood, I took up writing again last April. So, that makes…hmm, strangely enough, a human’s gestation period—nine months.

 

Q: So, if you don’t mind sharing, would you tell us about your latest work in progress?

A: I’m fleshing out a storyline for my first attempt at a sci-fi erotic romance. Right now, I have the main characters, Rye, the creator of a line of androids designed to service your every need (and I mean, Every need—literally). And Chal, an enhanced version in this line that Rye created specifically for himself. When Chal’s accidentally sold, Rye has to track him down, and finds Chal working the streets. With an Android who learns how to bargain his way through life, enterprising takes on a whole new meaning.

 

Q: Out of all the stories you’ve written, which is your favorite?

A: Damn, I can’t get in any blatant self promotion here. My favorite has yet to be contracted. I’ve completed the first book and am about a third way through the second in my gay mystery series, J.T. Wolfe, PI. He’s quite the character with his conflicted self (not to mention, the hoard of stalkers he just can’t seem to avoid, and in some cases, chooses not to *wink*).

 

Q: Do you need to be in a specific place or atmosphere before the words flow?

A: Not really, that’s why I bought a handheld recorder. Sometimes entire scenes pop into my head at the least opportune moments. I have discovered if I carry my lawn chair and drink bottle into my woods a ways with my laptop, I’m able to write better. I find in solitude, my thoughts seem more coherent and easier to reach. Now, if I could only find a longer extension cord so I don’t have to use up my battery, I’d be thrilled.

 

Q: What’s the strangest source of inspiration you’ve found for a story?

A: One of my supervisors at work had music playing from the alternative/rock group, The Dresden Dolls. Their song, Coin Operated Boy, inspired my attempt at sci-fi erotic romance. Go figure, when sci-fi is one of my least favorite genres, but the story seems to be working out just fine.

 

Q: If you could offer one tidbit of information for new writers, what would it be?

A: Well, being a newbie myself, I feel uncomfortable offering advice. But, if there’s one thing I would stress, it would be to never believe that you know it all when it comes to the craft. Being an awesome storyteller isn’t enough.

 

Q: Do you have an evil day job or do you write full time?

A: Gotta pay the bills now, don’t I? Forty hours a week, I ensure print ads in my local newspaper are error-free and optimally placed. If I find mistakes and the creative artists are gone for the day, it’s up to me to fix the ad. It’s also my responsibility to coordinate, proof, and meet page- and plate-deadline to press. On top of all this, I am a part-time marketing and promotions manager.

 

Q: What do you like to do in your spare time?

A: I’ve found that staying busy helps keep the voices to a minimum. The muses are continually at odds with each other, and if left alone too long, all hell breaks loose. That said, I try to keep any spare time to few scattered moments throughout any one day. Stretching, another couple sets of sit-ups, or a brisk walk in the woods is about all I can afford myself.

 

Q: Name one thing readers would be surprised to learn about you.

A: Well, I’m pretty open about myself and my beliefs on my blog. So, most of the shock factor is out of the way. But, up until a year ago, I hadn’t read a novel or written as much as a poem in over twenty-five years. Not that I wasn’t interested, no, far from it. I’d written notebooks full of short stories and poems throughout childhood. Many of which, my teachers requested to keep. According to friends back home, my works are still being used in the primary schools today as examples for their children. Looking back, I realize that I was so caught up in envy over my brother’s gifted imagination, I failed to recognize my own. My “stupid stint” wasted many years of optimum writing time.

 

Q: What’s your favorite dirty word?

A: Ahem…well. Much to many a chagrin (you’d have to know my bosses), my four-letter-word vocabulary is quite extensive and forever being updated. Though, my significant other just reminded me of my most often used exclamation. Oh piss on a wet rock!

 

Q: What’s your favorite holiday, and why?

A: Any that involve pumpkin pie and whipped cream.

 

Q: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?

A: Nothing spectacular, yet—three piercings in one ear, two in the other. I have my designs set on a couple tattoos later down the line.

 

Q: If you could be intimate with three people (not necessarily all at one time *g*) without getting in trouble with your significant other, who would they be?

A: Oh! I assure you, my significant other wouldn’t mind in the least. In fact, I asked him to help me sort through my ever-expanding list. The decision was daunting (so many to choose from, so little time).

 

Let’s see…wouldn’t mind doing that sweet thing I knew years ago, who’s braided G-string peeking above her yoga pants taunted me daily. Didn’t realize all I had to do was ask, dummy I am. But damn, was glad I did. She was so totally hot perched on my lap in nothing but that thing. I’d so like to take a stab at taming Russell Crowe. Believe me, after the workout I’d put him through, he’d be too wiped out to scowl. And my third, but far from my least, choice would be my favorite “bro”. No, not my biological brother…Puh-lease. The relationship’s strictly platonic, but I can’t honestly say that furthering the venture hasn’t crossed my mind time and again.  

 

Q: If you were stranded on a desert island, what three things would you want with you?

A: A Machete, a lifetime supply of matches, and a “Do Not Disturb” banner.

 

Q: If you won the lottery tomorrow, what would you spend the money on?

A: The first chunk would go to make my immediate family/life easier, no bills. Life simplified, so I’d have more time to write and spend time with my youngest children. Second, I would buy each of my adult children a home and a car, and pay off their existing bills. They would be responsible for the insurances and their daily needs from there on out, and I’d offer to put them through the education of their choice. They’d better not hit me up for anything else either. After that was all said and done, I’d travel and write, and travel and write some more… I’d enjoy the opportunity meeting people face to face, as opposed to online, from all over the world.

 

Q: Which household chore do you abhor and why?

A: Household chore? Is that a foreign term? I don’t understand. Seriously, I reserve lifting my fingers for key strokes—both, piano and computer, and other strokes of a more erotic nature.

 

Q: What’s your favorite comfort food?

A: Nachos heaped with jalapeño peppers

 

Q: Do you have any guilty pleasures you feel comfortable sharing?

A: A pinch of Copenhagen, a Michelob Light, and a bonfire. Bring your own party favors. I’m game.

 

Q: Do you have a favorite book or movie?

A: I couldn’t possibly name just one. My tastes fluctuate as frequently as the weather. Currently? And for the life of me, I don’t know why. But I’ve hit replay on Bullet Proof, with Damon Wayans and Adam Sandler, at least a dozen times in the last week.

 

Q: Anything else you’d like to share?

A: Not without prompt. Now, that you’ve given me such a challenging brain workout, I’m heading back to work. But I’d like to thank you, Amanda, for allowing me to share some of me. You’ve been a most gracious hostess.

 

Q: In closing, tell us a bit about your latest release (& share a yummy excerpt for those who aren’t yet familiar with your work)

A: My latest release is another Naughty Nibble, (short story) from Noble Romance Publishing. Out Tomorrow, in time to help heat up your July 4^th ~ Ignited.

 

 

 

Ignited

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Ignited Copyright 2009 Bryl R. Tyne

 

Blurb:

 

From the author of IF I WERE A LADY…, a funny summer scorcher, hotter than the 4th of July!

 

Val & Kendra are back at it again, and as usual, they have few qualms about public sex. T-girls need love too. Sometimes, need outweighs time or place…

 

Fireworks in Orlando–the crowds, Val’s attitude, the unbearable Florida humidity– Can Kendra survive the heat? When public make-up sex inside the prop room of a local art studio turns into an excursion into mind-blowing, voyeuristic group sex, Val shows Kendra fireworks like she’s never experienced!

 

 

Unedited Excerpt:

 

     Val looked up from thumbing through a rack of vintage suits as I emerged from the bathroom. “You all right, babe?”

      He moved through the rows of props, and on to the shelves, admiring the shoes, while I admired his ass. His jeans left nothing to the imagination. As if I needed one. I knew every dimple. What I wanted were those arms wrapped around me, holding me flush against that hard body, his cock pressed firm between us. Save the owner and his lackey, no one else was present in this studio, but we were in public.

      I glanced at the door. No lock. Damnit. No, I wasn’t all right.

      “Yeah. Sure. Fine,” I said, as he disappeared behind a rack of regency-era costumes.

      “Hey. Take a look at this.”

      Val shoved the remnants of a loose sheet behind a life-sized painting as I neared. Upon the canvas, a couple, him black–her white…I stared. It was the most beautiful erotic nude I’d had the pleasure of viewing in a while.

      “Nice, isn’t it?”

      Moving closer, I recognized the man. “Isn’t that Mr. Beles?” 

      “Beats me. Is it?”

      Unobservant as usual, Val was a moron. We’d met the studio’s owner only moments ago, but from the broad shoulders and bubbled ass peeking above the sheets, to that dark-chocolate skin and shiny head protectively tucked over the woman’s, I could tell the man in the painting was Beles.

      “You like?”

      I studied the painting. Nice strokes, the artist managed not only to capture the mood, but also had an eye for lighting and seemed intent on divulging every musculature detail. The woman reminded me of a desert rose with its bold stunning form, a natural beauty. Though Beles cradled her in his lap, like the delicate flower she was, her profile beckoned an unknown world to hear her. I’d never seen anyone more alone.

      Cocking his head to one side, Val shrugged. “I thought–”

      “So did I,” I said. Maybe not so much the moron. At least his gaydar was working fine….

Enjoy the HEAT, the STARS, & the BOOM ~ this

 

Independence Day!

 

Ignited

by Bryl R. Tyne

 

 

~Available July 4th ~

 

Noble Romance Publishing

 

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