“Bleeding Like Me” by Riley Parks || Blog Tour, #Giveaway & Guest Post!


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Title: Bleeding Like Me
Author: Riley Parks
Release Date: November 21st 2017
Genre: MM Contemporary Dark Romance
Published by: Boroughs Publishing


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Being gay in their neighborhood is perilous. Being gay in a street gang is unheard of. Being gay and in love with a man in a rival gang is a death wish. Through drug addiction, brutality, and seemingly endless peril, they remain; finding stability within each other that shouldn’t exist in their volatile world.


He didn’t paint people; the curves of their bodies and angles of their faces never interested him as much as cityscapes. The circumstances of his life had compelled him to create new worlds that he could get lost in rather than reflect the features of the people he ran from. He constructed buildings from their foundations, making them taller and stronger than he was. He adorned the edifices with countless windows, always left open or cracked so hope could pour in and fears could seep out. Tree lined streets reminded him how to breathe, pumping oxygen through the atmosphere, off the canvas, and into his lungs.

He didn’t paint people until the day he no longer desired the anonymity of his cities. The streets didn’t feel like his escape anymore, not like him. Cerulean skies gave way to pale blue eyes and bus routes to pink pouts. Evan didn’t paint people until he painted Jackson.


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by Riley Parks


You don’t know me, but if you did, you wouldn’t expect that I would write a book exploring the dark themes that weave through my debut novel Bleeding Like Me. I’ve always lived a rather traditional suburban wife life even before I was one. I don’t personally relate to the struggles my characters Jackson and Evan faced on a daily basis. I haven’t had to fear for my life, hate myself, be hated for who I am, or cope with a lifetime of abandonment. I’ve never been caught in the cycle of poverty, shot a gun or done a hard drug, and I won’t pretend I have. Still, somehow, I find I deeply understand my two main characters whose lives are so disparate from my own.

Before I was an author, I was a high school teacher working in an underprivileged area where gangs ruled the streets. My students let me into their world and I listened to their stories with empathy and anger. They deserved better than their circumstances, but regardless of how much I wished I could change their lives in a meaningful way, my impact was micro compared to their bigger picture. Though I didn’t have the capability to influence the culture of the school, I learned from my students, and I hope they learned half as much from me.

The most beautiful part of writing Bleeding Like Me was the chance to give two men who struggled so greatly their happily ever after. Being able to help them find one another, and heal through each other, was an immense privilege. They give me hope that some of the stories told to me while I was working in that high school will end in happiness too.




He’d never been to Humboldt Park before, but he heard it had a pretty good scene. When he was unaffiliated, he could get away with going to the gay spots on the South Side, but now that he was with the KKz, he had to be more careful. He disembarked and walked the short distance to the big rock where guys supposedly met. Sitting down on a bench, he pulled out a cigarette he had bummed off Luis and watched as a couple of queens made a connection and disappeared into the wooded area a few feet behind the boulder. He let the filter rest between his lips as he leaned back to stare up at the moon. It was a waxing crescent that barely glowed against the black expanse of the sky, making the already poorly lit park even darker.

He peered down at a man who took a seat on the bench next to him. They sat quietly, Evan’s head still thrown back and the guy smoking his cigarette as if he hadn’t just propositioned him.

“Nice night,” Evan threw out as if he was telling the moon rather than the guy beside him.

“Are you looking to chitchat or are you trying to fuck?” When Evan finally dropped his head, he noticed that the guy was peering at him with raised eyebrows. They stared for a moment, and without a doubt, a spark arced between them.

“Depends what you’re into I guess,” Evan replied, noticing that the man had a perfectly plump pout. He wanted to see what those lips looked like wrapped around his cock. “I’m not going to bend over.”

“Wouldn’t want you to,” the guy replied with a sniff, blue eyes dropping to momentarily study the grass before returning to Evan’s.

“That right?” he questioned, moderately surprised. Mr. Ready To Hook Up seemed to be tough as fuck, with his sleeve tattoos and muscular biceps that were perfectly displayed in his gray sleeveless shirt. Evan knew it was a stereotype that men who exclusively took cock were soft, but in his experience, more often than not, they had been. He’d fucked a variety of guys, and there was always some negotiating between him and a dude who was versatile. This hot motherfucker was clearly a power bottom, a fact that had Evan’s cock standing up to take notice.

“Need me to spell it out for you, Daywalker?” he huffed, eyebrows raised in challenge.

Evan shook his head and self-consciously ran his fingers through his red hair. “So you want to go—” he began.

The guy interrupted by saying, “Show me what you got.”

Without wasting another second, Evan tossed his cigarette to the ground and unzipped the fly of his jeans, arching his back enough to shimmy them, along with his boxer briefs, down his thighs so his hard cock could spring out. Instinctively, he moved a hand down to the shaft and started to pump it.

Blue eyes observed every stroke as full lips smacked subconsciously. “Yeah, I want to fuck,” the guy stated, seemingly impressed by what Evan was working with. Wordlessly, the hot-as-shit motherfucker stood up and started walking, leaving Evan scrambling to get his pants up so he could follow.




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Riley has always loved to write, believing that life has the possibility to be its most beautiful when it’s portrayed on the pages of a book. Feeling the need to create and liberate in the midst of the political landscape, Riley writes novels that focus on LGBTQ protagonists, wanting to honor a community that deserves better representation depicting lives, loves and triumphs in all facets of fiction.

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New Release! “Fight For You” by Kayla Bain-Vrba || Lesbian Romance & a Sneak Preview

Kayla Bain-Vrba’s first lesbian romance was published five years ago. Now it’s back—and it’s gotten a makeover! Check it out on KaylaBain-Vrba.com.


Cover for “Fight For You” by Kayla Bain-Vrba


Title: Fight For You

Pairing: F/F

Genre: Fantasy, Romance

Length: 18,000 words

Publisher: Less Than Three Press

Cover artist: Michelle Seaver


Sold off to pay her father’s debts, Cherry spends her nights dancing and her days longing for freedom. Determined to break free of her life, she transfers from the dance halls to the stadiums where all the real money is made.

The only problem with her plan is that she’s not a fighter. In order to learn, Cherry approaches Berlin, one of the best fighters in the stadium. Berlin, however, wants nothing to do with her, and Cherry realizes the hardest fights do not take place in the arena…



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Berlin sighed and rolled her eyes as Cherry followed her behind the house, babbling about learning to fight. She ignored Cherry as she removed her leather armor in practiced motions, unlacing her tall boots until they slipped off and loosening the ties on the sides of her shorts until she could wriggle out of them. Despite the lacings between her breasts and the various straps across the front, she unbuckled the choker around her neck and undid the back laces to remove her cropped top.

Reaching for a bucket of rainwater, she poured it over her upturned face, letting the water run down her naked body. Goddess, it felt good. She poured more across her chest and shoulders to wash away the sweat and dirt and realized the babbling had stopped. Finally. She turned and saw Cherry frozen and staring at her. She set the pitcher aside and pushed her dripping red hair out of her eyes. “You want me to train you?”

Cherry nodded furiously. “Yes. I want to be a fighter. I want to get out of The Zone.”

Without warning, Berlin launched herself forward, tackling Cherry and bearing her to the ground with no resistance. Wet body pressed firmly against Cherry’s, Berlin pulled a face. She hadn’t expected much from the pretty blonde girl, but she had assumed she could at least defend herself a little. How long had she been in The Zone? A week? “That’s it?”

Cherry’s breathing was shallow, and her heart was pounding. Her green eyes were wide, but she couldn’t decide where to look—Berlin’s face or the bare breasts right in front of her.

Berlin snorted, no longer phased by unabashed lusty looks. “There’s just as much skin to distract you in the arena.”

Cherry squirmed out from beneath Berlin. She was pinned again a few moments later, but not before Berlin saw something that interested her.

“You’re flexible,” she said sitting casually on the grass nearby, arms resting on her updrawn knee.

In response, Cherry straightened out one leg and lifted the other—vertically and perfectly straight.

It was an impressive move; Berlin could admit that. She looked Cherry over, big green eyes and long waves of golden hair around a youthful face. She was short with a full figure, large breasts and a round bottom, but she looked young despite how mature her assets were. She was flexible, though, and in all her years of fighting, Berlin had never seen anyone quite like Cherry. She wasn’t a fighter, not yet, but Berlin could make her one. If this girl really wanted to get out of The Zone, Berlin could get her there.

She got to her feet, shaking back damp hair beginning to dry in the sun, and watched Cherry scramble up as well. If Cherry failed, it was no reflection on Berlin. She didn’t have anything better to do anyway.

“Fine.” She stuck out her hand, and Cherry shook it with surprise. “There aren’t any spare rooms in this house, but you can bunk with me.” When Cherry opened her mouth to babble her thanks, Berlin held up a hand to stop her. “Don’t thank me yet. You haven’t seen what I’m going to do to you.”



About the Author

Kayla Bain-Vrba has been living in daydreams ever since she was a little girl and writing about them for as long as she can remember. It was her discovery of m/m romance that inspired her first published work at age nineteen and is the genre she feels most at home in. When she’s not writing—or is procrastinating writing—Kayla enjoys spending time with her other half, crafting, and planning things to a tee.

Connect with Kayla on her website, www.kaylabain-vrba.com.




Bye-bye, 2017! A Look Back Before Moving Forward


Well, we did it. 2017 is over… and now we can all take a big, long breath.

It’s been a rough year for me health-wise, which led to problems on the getting-crap-done side of life. Needless to say, it’s been frustrating and a major pain in the everything. I didn’t get as much done as I’d hoped, and it was a struggle to make the stuff I did get done happen. It started with emotional problems in Fall 2016, where I felt pretty low about myself, then got dumped on with all the angst from the US Presidential election and the fall-out from that lovely result. As an empath, it’s super easy for me to intuit, soak up, and take on other people’s anger, fear, depression, worry, and the rest of the spectrum of emotions. It was not an OK time for me, and I didn’t have the strength at that point to protect myself from being overwhelmed.

Winter was brutal. If I wasn’t suffering from depression, then it was a close cousin. There were a few days I didn’t want to get out of bed — it was comfortable, safe, and I couldn’t be arsed to do much. I did manage to finish writing the first draft of Soulbound and get through a first run-through, though.

Though between the winter and the spring, I went from problems with emotions to physical issues. Burned my hand (and multiple fingers) and couldn’t really work with it. Got sick. Then my eyes were shot, I couldn’t read or do much work because it was like having permanent double-vision, and I had to wear an eye patch just to read anything. Finally, I got new glasses, along with a lot of hmmming at my optometrist appointment because things weren’t adding up with my condition. Not really inspiring, to be honest.

The summer wasn’t any kinder: I spent most of it trying to focus and concentrate on making anything happen, but my mental clarity was pretty shot. Just trying to make a simple decision or think was cloudy and frustrating. Kind of like mucking through a mud-pit and getting nowhere. Or maybe quicksand. Actually, maybe much more like quicksand.

Thankfully, things started to perk up in October, and I was able to push through the rest of autumn, straight into winter, and right through New Year’s. I actually pushed Soulbound towards the finish line this week and was able to send it to my publisher. PARTY TIME!!! \o/

To mark this happy occasion, and the end of a year I never want to see again, here’s a brief look at a few awesome things that happened here in 2017.


Blood Borne: Book Release and Flash FictionsBlood Borne COVER

On July 12, 2017, Blood Borne (#3 in The Republic series) was released through Less Than Three Press. This is one of my darker offerings, getting into the lives of two characters who are entrenched in their nation’s most brutal gangs: Ress, who made his debut in Four as Tash’s (former) best friend, and Adren, a new addition to the series ensemble. Both have major personal issues to deal with, and they end up combining those issues into a surprise relationship. But it turns out to be a healthy relationship — one that inspires them to get out of their icky situations and to safer ground. It just takes a little while and a lot of courage. Like a lot, because the gang really doesn’t fool around.

Highlights of the book include my first asexual character (Ress), my first genderqueer character (Adren), and my first go at using neopronouns for a character (ce and cir, because Adren doesn’t identify as female or male — ce’s bigender, instead). Blood Borne also introduces the Goddess-touched, a magic-wielding race of humans who are descendants of their goddesses. This has opened up an entire new playground to wreak havoc in, because where magic goes, trouble usually follows. Not only has it given me a chance to really dig into their nation’s history, I’ve come up with entirely new characters and situations I’m so jazzed to write about. Book #5, that’s all I’m saying. *creepy, manic laughter*

In October, the book’s blog tour happened with the help of Signal Boost Promotions. For that, I wrote a handful of guest posts, a couple of which were flash fictions: one where Ress teaches Adren a simple recipe for a yummy bread and ends up wearing most of the ingredients, followed by a series short where they seem to be visited by the ghost of Varen, one of Ress’s best friends. I also wrote posts about other things, including why I write fantasy, how I build my worlds, and how writing this book has done good things for my partner and I. You can check out this post here for the links to all of them.

And if you’re interested in reading Blood Borne, you can find all the buy links here, including the option to buy directly from my publisher. If you’ve read the book and enjoyed it, please consider leaving a review on Goodreads, Amazon, or other retailers! It’d be very much appreciated, you have no idea.



2016 Bisexual Book Awards

This year, the winners of the 2016 Bisexual Book Awards were announced. The Bi Book Awards are hosted by the Bi Writers Association and celebrate bi+ characters in literature. In May 2017, I found out that For the Clan was a Finalist in their Speculative Fiction category, along with the Enchanted Soles anthology, which also a Finalist in the Anthology category.

Winners were announced in June: Enchanted Soles took won Best Anthology *and* my publisher won Publisher of the Year. *throws confetti* Congrats all the way around! My anthology mates and I even got our own fancy little awards to keep. One of the best packages of happy I got this year! ^_^



2017 Rainbow Awards

In December, the winners of the 2017 Rainbow Awards were announced! For anyone not familiar with these awards, they celebrate LGBTQA+ literature, including fiction and non-fiction. It’s always an honour to be nominated, and I really love how the entry fees are turned into donations to not-for-profit organizations that help queer folk. It’s a beautiful thing! (This year’s awards raised $13035.59, split among many charities!)

Both Four and Blood Borne were nominated, thanks to my publisher for whom I am grateful and truly lucky to work with. ♥♥♥

Neither won top prize or anything, though they did place, which is a blessing in itself.

Cooooool. Congrats to all of the winners! And seriously giggly congrats to everyone in the Transgender Sci-Fi / Futuristic, Paranormal Romance, Fantasy & Fantasy Romance category — all Less Than Three Press authors! *awkwardly happy dance*



Soulbound: Finished and Submitted!

Here’s the last and one of the best things about 2017 (and this week): I finally got Soulbound written, edited to within one inch of my life, and submitted to LT3. WHEW! It’s been a journey. This is book #4 in The Republic series, and carries on from both book #2 with the same couple, Mayr and Tash, and book #3, as it picks up the day after Blood Borne finishes, then carries on with certain storylines.

I’ll chat so much more about it at a later time, but I’m just happy to have it done. It’s a BEAST. I started writing it June 23, 2016 and completed the first draft on January 25, 2017. It took me until two days ago (January 3, 2018) to get it fixed up to a point where I’m totally sick of seeing the thing. SO MANY EDITS. It started off at 173,568 words, but I’ve pared it down to a slightly less scary 135,696 words. Still, that’s A LOT, considering an average novel is usually between 80,000 and 120,000 words. A lot of editors and publishers won’t even touch anything over 120k, which can suck for authors of high fantasy because sometimes it takes a little more than that to tell the story with the plot and characters and allll the world-building. Thankfully, my publisher is a bit more forgiving, so I’m not totally stressing as much as I could be.

Still, it’s taken a year to get it right. But I’m happy with it. There’s so much sappy, saccharine, lovey-dovey stuff in it, accompanied by some not-so-happy things. Mayr and Tash have a journey to go on, and this is just part 2. I’m thrilled to have finally gotten to get into Tash’s head. He’s similar to Mayr, where how he acts and presents himself to others isn’t necessarily how he feels or sees himself. He’s messed up, but he’s still learning, still growing, and still working on redeeming himself.

There’s SO MUCH in the way of family stuff and friendship in this book. There’s a poly relationship involving them and Mayr’s first love, Arieve. That relationship is also open on Arieve’s end, leading to an expanded view of what a nuclear family can look like. There are a few of the Dahe guards that Mayr’s in charge of, and this won’t be the last of them. There’s more about certain characters that I couldn’t reveal things about before because the POV wasn’t right. There’s just STUFF. I’m crossing my fingers that my publisher enjoys it. *bites nails down worse than they already are*


And that’s it for this post! Thanks for reading and hanging in there with me, and thanks for all your support. In a couple weeks, I’ll post about what I plan to work on in 2018. Until then — peace!



“Masked Heart” by Calli Hall || Blog Tour, #Giveaway & Exclusive Excerpt!



Title: Masked Heart
Author: Calli Hall
Release Date: November 28th 2017
Publisher: RAWmance Publishing
Genre: Gay romance, Historical




Benedict, Duke of Lexerton, faces a problem. After his brother’s sudden passing, he is confronted with the necessity to find a spouse.

Trying to fulfill his obligation at the events of high society, he repeatedly encounters a strange woman. Who is this mysterious Madame P. and how is she connected to his brother’s death?

A gay historical thriller about forbidden passions, power and a deadly secret society.


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Madame P. pulled the hood of her cape further down over her veiled face. Gracefully and without haste she approached the stately villa of her host. It thundered deafeningly, followed closely by violent lightning, as the door was opened for the darkly dressed woman and she allowed her cloak to be taken from her shoulders.

As if cast from misfortune, the soothsayer Madame P. stood in the ballroom, her hair as dark as her clothing and the permanent veil in front of her white-painted face. Everything underneath encouraged the aristocracy’s fantasies as much as her prophesies themselves.

Part fascinated, part afraid, the gazes of the invited guests followed her. She appeared to have an effect like a demon from the deepest abysses of Hell.

Whispered behind the fans of moneyed society, even the King’s family were said to have made use of the services of the mysterious foreigner. It was outrageous when one considered that said mysterious foreigner had resorted to prophesying the death of a few of the most esteemed members of the nobility only to then to be proven right!

Madame P. let her sharp eye wander over those present. Indeed, hardly a new face among them. Nevertheless the evening would be worth it for her. Lady Saint Claire, a faithful, regular customer and her host today was rewarding her for her appearance in more than just money.

Sometimes the dark-haired woman seemed like a rare animal, which was shown around until the people got bored and looked for something new. Thus was human nature: always on the hunt for a new excitement. However, her star was still shining, and they still hung on her every word. They were waiting for the next prophecy.





How long had he been in the dungeon? How long had it been since his darkened eyes had seen anything other than his dark cell?

Too long. Long ago, after his voice had broken, he had given up the screaming, which had echoed back to him from the halls of this Hell. Unheard.

Now he had become like his guards, deaf to the suffering that reached his ears. He didn’t hear it at all anymore, didn’t feel the cold that ate through his bones, nor the hunger in his stomach. The rustling of the rats, the disgust at these vermin, the thirst that burned in his throat: all of this he had learned to suppress.

Only the stink in his nose had eaten into him worse than the scar on his face. He had always been sensitive to smell. Since his early childhood it had been his most highly developed sense. He used to dream of becoming a perfume maker and of creating the finest scents. He twisted his mouth ironically. Look how far these senseless dreams had brought him. He had been waiting for his execution for months.

The hope from the first week of the trial and the belief he could prove his innocence had died. They were as dead as he soon would hopefully be. Long was he beyond the phases of blind rage, hate of the unknown person, who he had to thank for all of this, as well as sadness, hope, and doubt.

He only desired the rope that would free him from this dungeon, in which a small piece of his soul broke night after night.

Thunder rumbled overhead. He only guessed at the following lightning. Not even that found a way in to illuminate his forced home. The blackness held him with an iron grip.

Bored, the prisoner broke a piece off the moldy edge of his bread. The furry nose of his roommate immediately appeared through a crack. It sniffed in every direction before the small animal made its way to him, careful and alert.

What irony. This rat and he now had the same status in the eye of society. Not much was left to differentiate between them. Both of their daily lives consisted of the hope for a little moldy bread. The squeaking of the cell door scared the dirty brown animal away. He didn’t react to it anymore. It was too late in the day for his guards to have remembered to bring him something to eat or to take him to the gallows.

Bile wanted to rise up in his throat. Quietly he balled his bony hands into fists to try to suppress the familiar shaking. He had learned not to defend himself when they set upon him, to just close his eyes and hope that it would be over soon.

On his first night in this Hell he had given up prayer, on the second night begging for mercy. However this time it was not the smell of cheap schnapps that filled his tiny room. It was as if he were suddenly standing on the deck of a ship in the eye of a storm. He could feel the powerful waves beneath him, how the ship swayed, how the rain hit him in his face and the wind tugged at his hair.

Instinctively the prisoner shook his head to shoo off the bittersweet delusions his nose was giving him. Never again would he stand on the planks of a ship.

The stranger stood quietly in the doorway.

An icy watcher was eying the prisoner’s back. Even if he couldn’t see him, he still felt him and how the sharp look penetrated beneath his cracked skin into his deepest chasms.

However, for him the eyes were not his most important means of recognizing people. Rain and sea. He tasted its scent on his tongue. Interested, his tired eyes rose to meet the visitor.




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About the Author

Ever since Calli was released into the world in 1986, she’s been driving everyone around her crazy. She spends the nights in a bed of books, fighting with her dog Toby for the blanket. As she lost the fight once more, she started writing, because the TV program at 3 am is simply awful. She’s a huge fan of Gay Romance and Yaoi Mangas, so she knew exactly what she wanted to write about, and her sister Carla reads the midnight creations pretty willingly. However, if the guys don’t get their happy ending, she’ll beat Calli until there’s enough sugar in the story (and the happy ending). Covered in bruises and tired, she hopes you’ll enjoy her books as much as Toby enjoys his place in Calli’s bed.





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EXCLUSIVE Flash Fictions & the End of the BLOOD BORNE Blog Tour #Giveaway


The Blood Borne tour with Signal Boost Promotions is wrapping up today! In the last few weeks, a handful of bloggers have shared either a guest post from me *or* an exclusive flash fiction piece — and all of them include the tour-wide giveaway. (4 lucky winners will get a $5 Amazon gift card!)

Below are links to every tour stop. You can visit ANY of the posts to take part in the Rafflecopter giveaway for however long the giveaway lasts. (It ends really, really soon!! Like today…in 8 hours!)

Many thanks to all of the bloggers who are on the tour with me! ♥♥♥



October 16, 2017 – EXCLUSIVE Flash fiction @ Love Bytes
“Baking Lessons & Gifts”
I haven’t written flash fiction in a very long time (high school?). Certainly I’ve never done one for a story I’d already written, but I’ve been bitten by the inspiration bug after seeing the flash fics from other authors , so… here’s a fun one! This is what happens when Ress gives Adren cir first baking lesson, post-Blood Borne, when they’re in a better position to be happy. Poor kitchen. ^_^


October 20, 2017 – EXCLUSIVE Flash fiction @ MM Good Book Reviews
Another flash fiction, this time more solemn. In honour of Samhain (aka Hallowe’en), here’s a look at how things goes down when Ress takes Tash, Adren, and Mayr to the abandoned house that used to belong to their two other brothers-by-choice. It’s a little side-scene takes place during Blood Borne, during one of Tash’s visits to Araveena to check on Adren. I’ve tried not to include too much in the way of spoilers, though I will say that both Nimae and Varen have some significance left to come in the series. *zips mouths shut with great difficulty*



And in case you missed them, here are the previous guest posts:


October 3, 2017 – Guest post @ Queer Sci Fi
The 4 Reasons Why I Write Fantasy
Just what it says: a trip down writer’s lane with the main reasons I love writing fantasy, because I really can’t help myself. I’m such a high fantasy junkie. It’s so vast, so open, so creative and involved. Love, love, love it.


October 6, 2017 – Guest post @ The Novel Approach
How Writing Blood Borne Has Helped My Marriage
Something wonderful happened while I was writing Blood Borne: my wife and I touched on something important to her — who she is in terms of gender, and it’s thanks to Adren’s character. Because words and representation matter. Sometimes it just takes the right moment and some random babbling to inspire the most meaningful conversations. ❤


October 11, 2017 – Guest post @ Diverse Reader
Building a Fantastical World from Scratch
Here’s a little bit about how I build worlds in what I write, especially since I’m a die-hard high fantasy nerd. This is a super-duper boiled down version of my process, though I’m hoping to write an expanded version and post it here on my site at some point in the future. World-building is so hilariously FUN! I’d love to open that can of very colourful, very epic (gummy)worms. (Did I mention I’m a nerd?)


Happy reading!


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BLOOD BORNE Blog Tour & #Giveaway with Signal Boost Promotions!


Blood Borne is on tour right now with Signal Boost Promotions! Throughout the first few weeks of this month, a handful of bloggers are posting either a guest post from me *or* an exclusive flash fiction piece — and all of them include the tour-wide giveaway. There’s a chance for *4* lucky winners to get a $5 Amazon gift card!

Below are links to every tour stop up to today, and I’ll post again when the last link goes up on the 20th. But you can visit ANY of the posts to take part in the Rafflecopter giveaway! (It ends on October 20/21.)

Many thanks to all of the bloggers who are on the tour with me!   ♥♥♥



October 3, 2017 – Guest post @ Queer Sci Fi
The 4 Reasons Why I Write Fantasy
Just what it says: a trip down writer’s lane with the main reasons I love writing fantasy, because I really can’t help myself. I’m such a high fantasy junkie. It’s so vast, so open, so creative and involved. Love, love, love it.


October 6, 2017 – Guest post @ The Novel Approach
How Writing Blood Borne Has Helped My Marriage
Something wonderful happened while I was writing Blood Borne: my wife and I touched on something important to her — who she is in terms of gender, and it’s thanks to Adren’s character. Because words and representation matter. Sometimes it just takes the right moment and some random babbling to inspire the most meaningful conversations. ❤


October 11, 2017 – Guest post @ Diverse Reader
Building a Fantastical World from Scratch
Here’s a little bit about how I build worlds in what I write, especially since I’m a die-hard high fantasy nerd. This is a super-duper boiled down version of my process, though I’m hoping to write an expanded version and post it here on my site at some point in the future. World-building is so hilariously FUN! I’d love to open that can of very colourful, very epic (gummy)worms. (Did I mention I’m a nerd?)



And coming up next week…


October 16, 2017 – EXCLUSIVE Flash fiction @ Love Bytes
“Baking Lessons & Gifts”
What ensues when Ress gives Adren cir first baking lesson. Poor kitchen. ^_^


October 20, 2017 – EXCLUSIVE Flash fiction @ MM Good Book Reviews
Ress takes Tash, Adren, and Mayr to the abandoned house that Varen and Nimae owned… and things take a surprising turn.


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“The Stark Divide” by J. Scott Coatsworth | Release Day Blitz! #SciFi



Happy Tuesday, everyone! I’m thrilled to announce that J. Scott Coatsworth has a new queer sci fi book out today — The Stark Divide, book #1 in the Liminal Sky series. Ships, space, earth in turmoil, and more. Check it out! (And show some love for that cover… oooh la la!)




Publisher: DSP Publications
Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson
Pairing: MM
Series: Liminal Sky (Book One)
Genre: Sci Fi, Space, Gen Ship, Apocalypse, Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer


Some stories are epic.

The Earth is in a state of collapse, with wars breaking out over resources and an environment pushed to the edge by human greed.

Three living generation ships have been built with a combination of genetic mastery, artificial intelligence, technology, and raw materials harvested from the asteroid belt. This is the story of one of them—43 Ariadne, or Forever, as her inhabitants call her—a living world that carries the remaining hopes of humanity, and the three generations of scientists, engineers, and explorers working to colonize her.

From her humble beginnings as a seedling saved from disaster to the start of her journey across the void of space toward a new home for the human race, The Stark Divide tells the tales of the world, the people who made her, and the few who will become something altogether beyond human.

Humankind has just taken its first step toward the stars.

Book One of Liminal Sky


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DRESSLER, SCHEMATIC,” Colin McAvery, ship’s captain and a third of the crew, called out to the ship-mind.

A three-dimensional image of the ship appeared above the smooth console. Her five living arms, reaching out from her central core, were lit with a golden glow, and the mechanical bits of instrumentation shone in red. In real life, she was almost two hundred meters from tip to tip.

Between those arms stretched her solar wings, a ghostly green film like the sails of the Flying Dutchman.

“You’re a pretty thing,” he said softly. He loved these ships, their delicate beauty as they floated through the starry void.

“Thank you, Captain.” The ship-mind sounded happy with the compliment—his imagination running wild. Minds didn’t have real emotions, though they sometimes approximated them.

He cross-checked the heading to be sure they remained on course to deliver their payload, the man-sized seed that was being dragged on a tether behind the ship. Humanity’s ticket to the stars at a time when life on Earth was getting rapidly worse.

All of space was spread out before him, seen through the clear expanse of plasform set into the ship’s living walls. His own face, trimmed blond hair, and deep brown eyes, stared back at him, superimposed over the vivid starscape.

At thirty, Colin was in the prime of his career. He was a starship captain, and yet sometimes he felt like little more than a bus driver. After this run… well, he’d have to see what other opportunities might be awaiting him. Maybe the doc was right, and this was the start of a whole new chapter for mankind. They might need a guy like him.

The walls of the bridge emitted a faint but healthy golden glow, providing light for his work at the curved mechanical console that filled half the room. He traced out the T-Line to their destination. “Dressler, we’re looking a little wobbly.” Colin frowned. Some irregularity in the course was common—the ship was constantly adjusting its trajectory—but she usually corrected it before he noticed.

“Affirmative, Captain.” The ship-mind’s miniature chosen likeness appeared above the touch board. She was all professional today, dressed in a standard AmSplor uniform, dark hair pulled back in a bun, and about a third life-sized.

The image was nothing more than a projection of the ship-mind, a fairy tale, but Colin appreciated the effort she took to humanize her appearance. Artificial mind or not, he always treated minds with respect.

“There’s a blockage in arm four. I’ve sent out a scout to correct it.”

The Dressler was well into slowdown now, her pre-arrival phase as she bled off her speed, and they expected to reach 43 Ariadne in another fifteen hours.

Pity no one had yet cracked the whole hyperspace thing. Colin chuckled. Asimov would be disappointed. “Dressler, show me Earth, please.”

A small blue dot appeared in the middle of his screen.

Dressler, three dimensions, a bit larger, please.” The beautiful blue-green world spun before him in all its glory.

Appearances could be deceiving. Even with scrubbers working tirelessly night and day to clean the excess carbon dioxide from the air, the home world was still running dangerously warm.

He watched the image in front of him as the East Coast of the North American Union spun slowly into view. Florida was a sliver of its former self, and where New York City’s lights had once shone, there was now only blue. If it had been night, Fargo, the capital of the Northern States, would have outshone most of the other cities below. The floods that had wiped out many of the world’s coastal cities had also knocked down Earth’s population, which was only now reaching the levels it had seen in the early twenty-first century.

All those new souls had been born into a warm, arid world.

We did it to ourselves. Colin, who had known nothing besides the hot planet he called home, wondered what it had been like those many years before the Heat.




Author Bio

Scott spends his time between the here and now and the what could be. Enticed into fantasy and sci fi by his mom at the tender age of nine, he devoured her Science Fiction Book Club library. But as he grew up, he wondered where all the people like him were in the books he was reading.

He decided that it was time to create the kinds of stories he couldn’t find at his local bookstore. If there weren’t gay characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.

His friends say Scott’s mind works a little differently – he sees relationships between things that others miss, and gets more done in a day than most folks manage in a week. He loves to transform traditional sci fi, fantasy, and contemporary worlds into something unexpected.

Starting in 2014, Scott has published more than 15 works, including two novels and a number of novellas and short stories.

He runs both Queer Sci Fi and QueeRomance Ink with his husband Mark, sites that bring queer people together to promote and celebrate fiction that reflects their own lives.


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