This week I welcome multi-published author, Amanda Young, as Guest Blogger!




One of my favorite things about writing M/M romance is the ability to write outside the box. The characters don’t have to be the typical alpha male found in other genres. 


In my opinion, the idea of physical beauty in this day and age is a little skewed. Instead of smooth, flawless skin and gym-toned bodies, I’ve always been drawn to a different sort of man. The kind of man who’s built like a brick sh*thouse and covered in hair. That’s right—Bears. There’s nothing sexier to me than a hairy chest and a solid masculine body. Michael Angelo’s David be damned, I want to explore the allure of brawny men who can bench-press their own weight plus that of their partner.


For my next series, I’m planning to focus on big strapping men with even bigger hearts. There will be Bears, and Otters, and Wolves—oh my. For those of you who don’t know the terminology, I thought I would share some definitions (as I understand them) with you.


  • Admirer – a term that refers to someone who is sexually or romantically attracted to Bears (this term is often used in various communities to describe an outsider who has sexual attraction to people within that community). Also often referred to as a Chaser. Admirers/Chasers can be of any weight, hairy or hairless and any age.
  • Bear – a hairy man with a stocky or heavyset build and facial hair. Can be clean shaven and of any age.
  • Bear run – a gathering or circuit party for Bear/Cub types and their Admirers.
  • Cub – a younger (or younger looking) version of a Bear, typically but not always with a smaller frame. The term is sometimes used to imply the passive partner in a relationship.[10] Can be hairy or hairless.
  • Gobi – A male, often heterosexual, who is often in the company of bears. Likened to a Goldilocks.
  • Daddy bear – is an older guy sometimes looking for a daddy/son relationship with either a younger Bear, Cub, Otter, Wolf or Chaser.
  • Goldilocks – A female, often heterosexual, who is often in the company of bears (a bear’s fag hag).
  • Leatherbear – A bear with a leather fetish.
  • Muscle bear – a muscular version of a Bear. A muscle cub is a younger or smaller, yet muscular, version. Can be hairy or hairless and of any age.
  • Otter – a man who is hairy, but is not large or stocky – typically thinner, or with lean muscle. Slimmer version of a Bear with little pockets of fat like love handles or a tiny gut, but not as lean as a Wolf.
  • Panda bear – a bear of Asian ethnicity. A panda cub is younger version. Usually hairless.
  • Pocket bear – A short Bear.
  • Polar bear – a silver- or white-haired Bear.
  • Wolf – A lean, masculine gay man who is attracted to bears and involved in the bear scene.
  • Woof – A greeting often used when a Bear spots another Bear in public and wants to express physical attraction. He might make a growling noise (“Grrr!”) or say “Woof!”



What would you, the reader, like to see more of in erotic M/M romance? Maybe more overweight characters, or “Average Joe” type heroes. How about little known fetishes, like sploshing or water sports? For every kink you can dream up, there’s someone out there who’s interested. I’d love to hear what readers would like to see more of.



Author Bio:


Amanda Young writes in multiple subgenres, including M/F, M/M, and paranormal romance. The only thing she guarantees is hot ride and a happy ending. To learn more about Amanda’s books, please visit her website:


Canadian Author Of Erotic Romance, Dawne Dominque

  This week, please join me in welcoming multi-published Canadian author, Dawne Dominique! 

 I would like to thank Jon for having all of us Gremlin authors as guests on his blog. He and I met in our writing forum, and I was immediately drawn to his writing. He’s a very talented author, and a wonderful friend as well – thank you, Jon.


 Okay, a little bit about myself:

 For those who don’t know me, my name is Dawné Dominique, and I’m a managing editor for loveyoudivine, a cover artist for four publishers, and a published author myself in the genres of erotic romance, paranormal and fantasy. I’ve worn many hats throughout my life: I was a paralegal for seventeen years before resigning to pursue my lifelong passion of being writer; I’m a mother to a beautiful twenty-seven year old daughter, and a wife to the same tall, dark and handsome man for almost thirty years. I love anything chocolate, and I could eat pizza morning, noon and night (and I confess, I have done so). 

My first published novel was Ridley’s Rival, a modern-day western released through loveyoudivine, and is included in a print anthology called Cowboys available at:  – and – 


Gremlins, An Anthology is a different type of novel. Now, I know a lot of people have read the title and scratched their heads. Let me clarify here that this book is not about erotic gremlins, but rather their human counterparts. Almost every genre is represented: horror, dark and classical fantasy, comedy, and paranormal (vampire).

 When S.D. Grady first approached me to write a “gremlin” tale, I was a little confused. I couldn’t think of one thing erotic or romantic about those little creatures, and when I made a joke about a gremlin being a vibrator, a story began brewing inside my brain. Yes — that space between my ears is a scary place to be. Thus, Bonamy & Clyde was born.

 Bonamy Parker is borderline OCD. Her need to be in absolute control is evident in her ultimate bitch approach in everything she does both in her personal and professional life. When little things begin to go wrong with her appliances, like her precious espresso machine, she assumes it’s a faulty kitchen gadget. When her vibrator begins acting up, she passes it off as a bad batch of batteries, not knowing that a little gremlin is to blame.

 Clyde Barrow has just recently moved to Seattle from Vancouver. He doesn’t know a lot of people in the city, but the beautiful neighbor who lives next door has him drooling. When he finally gets the nerve to talk to her, Bonamy shoots him down in flames leaving him singed and confused.

 Dipuc is a mischievous gremlin matchmaker with a very unique power, which he is not allowed to use — at least, not quite yet. Although born to be evil, there is a flaw of goodness in Dipuc – and that imperfection gets him cast him out of Danté’s Abyss, but another higher power takes him in.

 Typical of any gremlin, anything electrical draws Dipuc like a bee to honey. When he begins to have some fun with both Bonamy and Clyde’s electrical appliances in an effort to bring them together, he’s forgotten that using his unique magic during a thunderstorm can cause absolute havoc. Fleeing their respective apartments, Bonamy and Clyde come together and discover they both have been experiencing the same troubles. From there… Well, you’ll just have to read to find out more.

 The reviews I’ve received have all commented on one thing — the strong comedic aspects of the novel. I wanted to write something that would give readers some chuckles, as well as having to take a cold shower.

 Excerpt from Bonamy & Clyde:

 From the fiery depths of Dante’s Abyss, high domain of all malice and evil, the tiny, insufferable minion roused into existence. He flexed shoulders covered in newly birthed flesh of yellow-green, soft and pliable like lavied gold. Claws extended, scratching at the womb, testing its strength, its resistance. Cognizance came slow, but with it, understanding. Mischief ruled him, yes, but corruptness, the true unwavering evil that governed his kind was absent.

 Mannerch the Maker sensed the imminent flaw. Sneering in contempt, he snarled at the bundle of waste lying near his cloven feet. “Your purpose is tainted.” Crimson eyes glowed with the licking flames of his dominion.

 “So be it,” the gremlin murmured, waiting for the inevitable. A curved talon brushed across the viscous wall of the cocooned sanctuary that held him. A small tear caught the tip of a claw, and hope flared hotter than the bowels of perdition whence he came.

 Light ricocheted inside his cell, pulsing with a heat so unlike the flames he’d been born into. Howls of frustration erupted from Mannerch, but soon, those cries faded to nothingness. The gremlin cowered, shielding sensitive eyes against the stark effulgence of his incubator. When a new voice spoke, the creature’s shivers subsided, and a cadence of love and understanding enfolded the cold, fragile body.

 “All creatures deserve a chance at life. It is what you do with that life which is important. Devil’s minion, I name you Dipuc. Go forth and wreak your mischievous havoc, but so shall you serve my side.”

 Good and evil collided then, a kaleidoscope of life, death and something in between. Thus, Dipuc the Gremlin transcended to the world of humankind–created in hell, but guided by the hand of another.

(Pssst…spell Dipuc backwards)

** Recently released

from loveyoudivine is short story called Amy that will be included in an anthology called $eductive…and $old. This print novel will contain a collection of unique courtesan stories. Amy is my contribution to this very hot, erotic print.  



 Amy Radcliff took the job as a paid escort for Cream of the Crop Escort Service to help pay off her accumulating student loans. In her final year of corporate law, they need to be paid off—and soon. After a girlfriend tells her how much money she can make as a paid escort, Amy jumps at the opportunity. Faced with her first client, who is drop-dead gorgeous, and rich, Amy begins to realize that perhaps she’s not cut out for the job…or is she? Available at:

 Excerpt from Amy:

 At the request of the client, she wore a fitted black suit jacket and matching skirt with a modest hemline a few inches above slender, shapely knees. Red stiletto heels, no nylons, and a matching handbag added a risqué touch to the apparel, but still kept it professional looking. Flaxen-streaked hair twisted tight into a French bun made her feel awkward, but whatever the client requested, Patrice’s girls delivered. Amy thought she looked more like an uptight executive secretary than a paid escort, and she was thankful for the guise. No one in the hotel could have suspected what she was there to do.

Taking a deep breath, and running a tongue over lips that sported just a hint of color, she knocked on the hotel door.

 “Come in,” a sonorous male voice called out.

 Amy’s heart beat like a bongo drum. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she waited for the click of a lock before gripping the door handle with sweaty palms and entering.

Thick, brocade drapes covered a large wall-to-wall window across from the entrance.

 She squinted in the dimness, her eyes slowly adjusting to the diffused gloom. On her right, a large sunken sitting room displayed an expensive settee and a bar. Large oriental vases filled with freshly cut flowers stood scattered around the room. It smelled like heaven, and little bit of her fear disappeared. Any man that liked fresh bouquets couldn’t be all that bad, right? Movement on her left caught her eye. She stared at the entryway leading into a massive bedroom—and the silhouette of a tall man leaning against the doorframe.

 Amy gulped down a gasp. He stood shrouded in shadow, but it wasn’t fright that made her heart beat faster. Her first thought was why this guy would ever need an escort service. He was the most handsome man she’d ever seen, and oddly familiar, as well.

 Short, ebony hair layered in soft wisps rested against the nape of a thick, tanned neck. His unbuttoned, white silk shirt revealed a broad, hairless chest and washboard stomach. Black silk lounging pants hung from strong, muscular hips. He was dressed for an evening indoors. So much for dinner, she griped. I should have grabbed something to eat on my way here.

 Unable to think of something clever to say, she stood in the foyer, gripping her purse tighter, trying not to gawk.

“I’m not what you expected, I see,” he murmured with a shrug. The deep voice carried a proper, lilting English accent with a cadence that caused goosebumps to rush up and down her spine.

 Amy realized too late that her mouth hung open. Trying to gather her wits and look professional, she shook her head and lowered her gaze. “I’m sorry. I’m…I’m kinda new to this and—”

 “Well, that makes two of us.” He paused, and the heat of his stare nailed her to the spot. “As you can see, I’m not really dressed for dinner. I’d rather stay in this evening. The hotel is full of people I’d rather not see. I can order us some dinner, if you wish.” An ebony brow quirked.

 Confused, she tried not to blush at the ease in which he read her mind. Is terror written all over my face? He smiled then and the brilliance of his white, even teeth glowed in the darkness of the room. The small gesture eased a little of her discomfort, but only just a tiny bit.

 From the distance between them, she could see eyes that were a brilliant blue, a nose regal and Greek-like, and a strong, rugged jaw finished the picture. He looked more like a poster boy for a men’s fashion magazine than a client. Bemused, Amy tried to figure out why she was here. She’d always assumed the men who used escort services were pudgy, married and rich, preferring to have discreet affairs with beautiful women who kept their secrets safe. Why would someone like him have to pay for a woman’s attention?

 What I’m working on now: 

 I have several novels on the go, but I’ve recently returned to a fantasy novel called Tears of San*Ferath (after placing it on the backburner for almost two years). It’s classic fantasy about a strange illness that wipes out all the mage’ic and mage’cial creatures of Allanoria, but 500 years pass before the actual story begins. This is adult fantasy which encompasses dragons, evil battling good, a little naughtiness, and of course…mage’ic. I hope to finish this one in the next month or so.


 Eden’s Hell is a different twist of the story of Adam and Lillith, his first wife, and the origin of vampires. I hope to have this novel finished by early next years.


 Physical Therapy is a dark, mystery/stalker tale that delves into the underworld of BDSM and sexual therapy.

 Well, that’s about all for me, folks. I had a lot of fun sharing my writing with you, and hope to be here again. Thank you so very much for having me, Jon. {{HUGS}}

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GAY HISTORICAL FICTION – Growing in popularity

Hello!  This week I have a special treat for you.  Gay historical fiction author, Erastes, shares the hisotry of the genre and her insights into is growing popularity.  Please join me in welcoming, Erastes, and feel free to leave your quesitons and comments!  Jon

Gay fiction in general is a large and rapidly expanding genre, despite small and sometimes larger crucial presses having crashed and burned in recent years, but gay historical fiction’s roots are a little muddied between what was actually written at the time, and what has been written subsequently about times past.

The Historical Novel Society defines Historical Fiction as: “a novel must have been written at least fifty years after the events described, or have been written by someone who was not alive at the time of those events (who therefore approaches them only by research).”

That would mean neither Maurice (E.M Foster) nor The Charioteer (Mary Renault) could be included within this definition, and many more besides, which would be a great shame. My personal (and probably erroneous) view of gay historical fiction is any book which deals with gay themes in the past, whether they were contemporarily written in that time or not.

With the changes in the acceptance of homosexuality on the world stage, (looking specifically at Stonewall and the Wolfenden Report,) it seems difficult to say that gay historical fiction can only qualify if it starts in the 1950’s. In my opinion at least, events of the 50’s and 60’s are just as interesting and relevant from a historical perspective as was gay society in 1900 or 1800.

When it comes to textbooks on the subject of gay history there are literally hundreds of tomes, some much drier than others. Possibly unsurprising, there is only one major work, that even explores the genre of gay historical fiction. (Gay and Lesbian Historical Fiction by Norman W Jones)
I find it odd that so few people have explored the many stories of gay men in the past, whether in fictionalized biography for famously gay men such as Byron or Michelangelo, or for purely fictional inventions, when there is such a huge catalogue of heterosexual historical romance.

Historical Merit and Rationalisation

But some have explored those stories, and more are now doing so than ever before. There’s some argument as to what the first actual gay historical novel was, going by the Historical Novel Society’s rules, and I would have to say that it was probably Mary Renault with her classical tales of Ancient Greece. Of Alexander the Great. (Fire from Heaven, The Persian Boy, Funeral Games) Her wonderful The Charioteer was written in the 1950’s but only dealt with an era a few years back, the early part of the 2nd World War and as I said – it wouldn’t qualify under the HNS rules. There were others which shone brightly when they first appeared (but were published and considered as pulp by some, rather than as classics) such as Richard Amory’s strange and possibly substance-fuelled American Frontier stories (Listen, the Loon Sings; Willow Song and others.)

Renault was a solid and respected historian. Her work was read very widely outside the gay community. It was easy, perhaps (especially as any sexual content had to be almost completely coded and hidden away) for people to read these books and pat themselves on the back for reading such perfectly rendered and exquisitely researched books by a professor of the classics. It was educational. It was easy, perhaps, to ignore the obvious love affairs of Alexander. And anyway – it’s Classical! They all did that sort of thing, didn’t they?

The Birth of Gay Gothic

Gaywyck by Vincent Virga (1980) probably takes the accolade of the first modern gay historical romance. With its obvious nod to the traditional Gothic novel, in Gaywyck we find mad relations, hidden rooms, an innocent driven to the point of madness and danger lurking behind every door. Purple it certainly is (and its less popular sequel Vadriel Vail is even more so) but it broke the ice. Here was a story of gay men in the style of the Romance Novel that had been bought and devoured by millions of women worldwide. It should have opened the floodgates, but possibly even in 1980 it was a little ahead of its time.

The genre didn’t die completely, but it disguised itself yet again, this time as literature and romance. Respected authors wrote books in the genre – such as Beryl Bainbridge (Master Georgie), Tom Spanbauer (The Man Who fell in love with the Moon) and mainstream popular authors such as Philippa Gregory (famous for her traditional historicals such as The Other Boleyn Girl) wrote Earthly Joys about the decadent Duke of Buckingham. Historical readers and Romance readers bought them, literature lovers bought them, and so did people looking for gay fiction.

But still the floodgates didn’t break. More titles began to emerge, and more notably they were adventures and romances. Regency gentlemen, English sailors and pirates. However, for the main part all of these books were (and still are) published by small presses such as Linden Bay Romance, Torquere Books or Cleis Press.

When Brokeback Mountain arrived I, for one, thought that things would change and the publishers (who were still declaring that lesbian historicals were hot (Sarah Waters) but there wasn’t any market for gay historicals) would see the light.
But it still hasn’t really happened.

However, the future looks bright. There are more and more people writing it, and more and more people reading it.

Who are these people?

Surprisingly, just about anyone. Straight men, gay men, straight women, lesbians, transsexuals. Anyone with a passion for history and the need to tell (or to read) a good story. I believe that the majority of people reading gay romance are women right now, but there are (evidenced by my post bag) gay men in growing numbers who are not afraid to admit that they really enjoy what is generally termed now as a breeches, or a waistcoat ripper.

With the advent and popularity of e-books, (which turn what might be an embarrassing (for some) purchase in a bookstore into an anonymous and instant gratification, the gay historical novel seems to be pulling itself away from its Gothic and classical beginnings and is exploring other eras. From Saxon or Arthurian warriors (Mel Keegan) to the dangerous 19th Century, the Age of Sail with its infamous Article 29 (Lee Rowan, Alex Beecroft) through the Regency and into the Victorian era. Writers are researching and producing stories.

What fascinates, some say, is the difference between a male/female relationship and the male/male. The fact that gay love has always existed as long as love has – and how men dealt with that in each era, and each country. The fact that men look good in period dress (and out of it) and that carriages and pistols and swords are sexy. The fact that they don’t have to have a submissive female character at all, but both can be dominant and masculine. The challenge of creating a “Happy Ever After” or at least a happy for now.

The Future

More. I am convinced that we are about to see an explosion of gay historical fiction over the next few years. New e-books are appearing almost daily, most epublishers that accept GLBTQ accept the genre as a matter of course. Recently, STARbooks, one of the larger gay print publishers, has put a specialist call out specifically for gay historical novels and anthologies and Running Press are actively seeking gay historical fiction prior to 1900.

It can only get better. It will make me busy as I attempt to keep track of it all, but it will make me happy.

I hope you enjoyed the article, and it encourages you to try the genre, if you haven’t yet done so. I maintain a list of every gay historical title that I can find HERE, so there’s plenty of eras to explore. Many thanks again to Jon for having me.


Erastes is the penname of a female author of gay historical fiction who lives in the UK. Her first novel Standish was published in 2006 (Gay Regency), and her second novel, Transgressions will be published in 2009. She’s the Director of the Erotic Authors Association and the owner of Speak Its Name, the only blog dedicated purely to reviews of gay historical fiction. Her third novella, Frost Fair, (Gay Regency) is released today by Linden Bay Romance.


Featured this week is another author of the recently released GREMLINS print anthology, released Halloween day from  Please join me in welcoming erotic romance author, Cerise Amour.



WHEN YOU HEAR THE WORD GREMLIN, I bet sexy isn’t the first thing that comes to mind, right?  Well, not to me either.  Though, after I thought about the criteria for our Gremlins stories, I knew what I wanted to do, with some help from other media and influences.  I had a snippet of a story involving a princess having a psychic connection to a murderer and that’s as far as it went.  My gremlins came from the idea that people have companions, but not like your typical cat or dog.  I thought, what about a soul bound companion?  Something connected deep to you that they could read your thoughts and you theirs.  What if they felt what you felt?   Then, I saw the movie The Golden Compass.  I’d read the book and well, my gremlins were born. They are called “soul beings.”   


I know, you’re still wondering what makes that sensual or sexy.  Well, that in itself doesn’t.  The fact that the princess is in trouble from this killer who is connected to her and that the captain of the guard has been ordered by her father to find the killer, brings them and their gremlins together.  The gremlins are attracted to one another.  Their feelings, in turn, flow to the captain and the princess.  Adventure ensues and the passion grows. 


Check out the reviews for Fire For Ice:



Ebook ISBN 978-1-60054-231-2
Length: 15,250 words

Genre: Erotic

Category: Dark Fantasy

Rating: Shooting Star

Price: $3.00


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Though Fire For Ice is my first published work, I’m looking forward to publishing more.  I have a vampire tale in the works.  Hopefully it will be part of a vampire anthology at loveyoudivine.  It’s not the only story I’ve been working on.  I have a contemporary tale about a female bodyguard and her boss that I hope to have polished and submitted by the first of the year. 


Other things I’m working on include a two-book story about dragon shifters.  I’m also trying my hand at two different westerns tales.  One set in modern day and that other back in the late 1800’s, sometime after the civil war.  Many others I’ve started and working on in spurts. 


And, thanks to one of my lovely reviewers, I am working on a new tale with Callista, Tamir, Torch and Glaze. 


Thank you for reading and thank you, Jon, for having me here this week!




Cerise Amour

Author S.D. Grady offers up this Halloween’s treat…or trick?

Continuing with my Halloween guests dropping in the to sit a spell, please welcome author, S.D. Grady – whose current release, The Silver Scream, also appears in the dark fantasy – print anthology Gremlins – from loveyoudivine. 

Looking for Gremlins with S.D. Grady
Most of the time I’m a pretty romantic creature.  I love a good fairy tale.  My stories are often filled with silk gowns, glittering chandeliers and true love found.
So then, where did such a tale as “The Silver Scream” come from?
Well, one of my favorite TV shows as a kid was Alfred Hitchcock.  You never knew what kind of tale might come from the darkness.  It might be funny, frightening and even contain a bit of a fairy tale.  But I knew each week I would be watching and experiencing that familiar flutter of the stomach…the bit of suspense…the need to see beyond the black corner and face the monster.       

The Silver Scream
The Silver Scream

I am fortunate in that I live in New England.  Halloween is decorated by Mother Nature each and every year.  The yards and streets are carpeting in a blanket of dead leaves.  They crunch under your feet, sending that crisp, unmistakable scent into the air.  The historic graveyards enjoy the autumn sun, only to descend into creepy shadows once the moon rises.  If you ever needed inspiration for a setting for a scary story, New England is the place to come.
Every town center is graced by a white, steepled church several hundred years old…perhaps, the pointed steeples mean to chase those things that linger on the edge of our imaginations back to where they belong.
And then there are the business sections of town.  Often they are the direct descendents of the Industrial Revolution.  Brick buildings line the street, empty shop windows next to newer ones.  You look up and see the love and care the artisans of the 19th Century took in placing each brick.  Arched windows, granite lintels over each portal, elaborate decorations…often crumbling with neglect.  You add the bitter wind of late autumn, the sound of leaves scurrying in the alley after dark and a desire to see your town come alive in a different time and…
The Gremlin in The Silver Scream came to life.
I admit to being one of the last ones to rake my leaves in the fall.  Every day when I walk out to my car, I stop and stomp through the thick blanket of russet, flaming orange, bright yellow and dessicated brown leaves.  Often I hear something rustling…out of sight.  Probably a squirrel.  But honestly, isn’t it much more fun when you think it might be a creature from another place?
I dare you!  Explore the darkness!  Read “Gremlins: An Anthology” today…and find that wide-eyed horror of youth all over again.
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“The Silver Scream” by S.D. Grady 
Once of seven tales within “Gremlins”
Film school student, Gilda Albright, has taken a job in the newly refurbished Orpheum Theatre as a movie projectionist. The gem from another era prompts her imagination to take flight, and she invites her boyfriend Seth to a private screening. Looking like a movie star from the 50’s, she strips in the spotlight, ensnaring Seth’s lust and drawing the eager eyes of another to her buxom figure. The building takes on a life of its own—fear invades Gilda’s workdays. Will the unseen gremlin let her go or fulfill its erotic obsession with a vision from the past?
Buy your copy of “Gremlins: An Anthology” today!

Love, Sonya

Want to know more about author S. D. Grady? She’s featured author of the month at The Romance Studio: