The Next Big Thing Blog Hop with Jon Michaelsen

Last week I was tagged by the prolific author of (among many other genres) gay romance novels, Rick R. Reed Reality

Many, many writers are participating. I have tagged, Ryan Field, Kase J Reed Blog – Under Dragon’s Wing and David Sullivan (here next week via my blog Jon Michaelsen).  Just clink on their hyperlink and see what they are currently writing next Wednesday, January 2, 2013!

We all answer the same questions:

What is the working title of your book?

Prince of the Sea

Where did the idea come from for the book?

When in college years ago, I would travel to the closest beach with my friends near Savannah, Georgia, a little known island called Tybee Island, Georgia. It has one of the oldest, if not the oldest lighthouses in the U.S. Unspoiled by commercialism, I fell in love with the quaint little beachside town, the dark sandy beach, the lighthouse, the pier – not to mention the seafood. I have always wanted to write a story central to Tybee Island and for years, I played with various ideas. Considering the rich history of the island – and with a little artistic license.

What genre does your book fall under?

I created a speculative gay love story set in among the dunes of the island paradise with an expansion of old island lore of sea-folk.

Protogonist; Jonathan Lemke would be best played by gay actor, Steve Callahan.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Old Friend: Lucius; the sensual, alluring; childhood friend of Jonathan, played by Gilles Marini.

Conniving partner; Paul,would be played by gay actor, Cheyenne Jackson.


The recluse; Frances “Fannie” Madrigal would be played by the iconic, Maggie Smith

The villain, Billy Wayne Koots, would be cast as Billy Bob Thornton.


What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

Can a broken heart find love in the depths of the ocean?

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

I do not have an agency; but I do have a publisher in mind.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

Combined, about five-six months. I began working on the story a couple years ago, but got distracted when the novel wasn’t coming together and moved on to writing my current gay sexy thriller, False Evidence: Murder Most Deadly 1. I returned to Prince of the Sea a couple months ago.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

None come to mind. I personally feel each writer has his own voice, so it’s hard to compare.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

Being a native of Georgia, the unspoiled beauty of Tybee Island, Georgia has always called to me to write a story set in the small island town. Its loveliness and tranquility commanded an unconventional gay love story.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

I’ll leave you with this brief excerpt:

That feeling again.

Goosebumps spread across Jonathan’s chest and snaked along his arms.

“The stars shine bright tonight, no?”

Startled by a voice, deep and melodic to his ears, Jonathan turned, but the dunes stood bare. A sudden awareness, perhaps a sense of déjà vu engulfed him. The hair on his arms stood on end as he searched around. Seeing nobody, he shrugged off the feeling as having too much scotch. He turned and headed back toward the cottage.


He spun around like a frightened squirrel. Syllables drifted through his mind forming words like inner thoughts, only the sound not his, but the voice of a long lost childhood friend.

Jonathan saw no one on the beach with him. “Who’s there?”

“It is I, your old friend, Lucius.”

The voice caused his heart to flutter, a flush to his cheeks. “Lucius, is that really you?” Jonathan called out. “Where are you? I can hear your voice, but I don’t see you.”

Please visit the many other writer’s participating in The Next Big Thing Blog Hop posting currently and authors I’ve tagged for positing January 2, 13. And stay turned for more excerpts and the release date of Prince Of The Sea in earlyer 2013!!!

Excerpt – False Evidence: Murder Most Deadly 1

False Evidence: Murder Most Deadly 1 – blurb

What begins as a cursory glance at the high-rise apartment opposite soon becomes something much darker and far more dangerous. For bored accountant, Kevin Mitchell, lusting after gorgeous, muscular, Tony, in the adjacent building, builds into a life changing obsession. When Tony shows up at Kevin’s apartment, bloody and bruised, Kevin offers him instant refuge…and a place in his bed. However, all is not what it seems, and the police draw a different conclusion in their hunt for a violent killer.

Kevin’s fantasy drew him in more and more. His days at the office began to drag along and often left him exhausted and miserable by the end of the workday. He stopped going out to lunch with Alice, choosing instead to pack a bite to eat in order to end his day at work earlier. His evenings alone and awake ran on to well after midnight. Sleep, when it came, became fits of restlessness until it was time to get up and head to the office. He spent any spare time he had peering out the windows hoping to catch a glimpse of the stranger across the way, always craving just one more look to satisfy his unquenchable thirst before calling it a night.

Within the week, Kevin had purchased a camera and tripod. Five days later, he added a telephoto lens and other items. Before long, he’d amassed a stellar collection of photographs capturing the imagines of an abstracted, young man in his prime and oblivious to the attention he’d reaped from a neighboring high-rise.

The quest for satisfaction consumed Kevin, he all but ignored his responsibilities at work and at home. His actions became irresponsible, even voyeuristic, and ignited desires that he didn’t know he possessed. His boss expressed dissatisfaction with his tardiness and increasing mistakes, but he made excuses for his lack of focus. Friends calling his home found nothing but an answer machine and returned calls never happened. He even gave Alice the cold shoulder when she voiced concern, but Kevin didn’t care. He slipped deeper and deeper into a compulsion he didn’t see, convinced all the while he could stop the spying on his neighbor at any time.

* * * *
By early May, Kevin had settled into a routine of spying on the man of his dreams, laying out a daily ritual of surveillance that played against a backdrop of reality. He knew when to catch the guy working out with free-weights in his bedroom, sunbathing on the terrace, or even when the dude might pass before the windows after taking a shower.

So it came as somewhat of a shock when the blinds across the street began opening and closing at irregular intervals and the lights in the apartment burned well into the evening hours two nights in a row. Mr. Adonis roamed freely throughout the penthouse, more frequently without a stitch of clothing on his body. Kevin surmised the man’s companion had gone away for a while on a business trip, or perhaps to visit relatives.

Whatever the case, the idea and new-found impudence to introduce himself to the young man prevailed and Kevin took time off work. He cleaned his home from top to bottom and stowed the camera equipment away. He spent the next few days sunning on the terrace, hoping to catch the guy’s attention, moving the floral canopy out of the way to create a clear view. Kevin’s body was lean and tight, but not as muscular as he was tall. More endowed than most, he filled the tiny swimsuit he sported in hopes of catching the stranger’s attention.

On the third day, Kevin finally received the acknowledgement from the man he’d hoped for. A subtle nod, soon led to a flirtatious smile and movement of the man’s mouth, unable to hear his words Kevin smiled and raised his hands palms skyward. The guy pointed down toward the street, an invitation that Kevin accepted with an upright thumb…

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Tails Of The Sea 2: Saving Tirnan by Alex Morgan

Tails Of The Sea 2: Saving Tirnan

I really enjoyed Alex Morgan’s ebook Tails Of The Sea 1: Tail Of The Sea with the introduction of sea captain Andrew and his sea-lover, Tirnan, the merman. This sequel adds further dimention with a trilling adventure for the captain and his crew. A quick-read for those looking for light speculative fiction with sexy attunement!

Chase of a Lifetime by Ryan Field

Chase of a Lifetime

Chase Of A Lifetime – by Ryan Field

Wow – this novel had me from the beginning pages, with naive and closeted college graduate Jim, running into his best friend’s closeted cowboy father — who confides he’s in a marriage of convenience — and sparks fly as Len lusts after Jim. The instant attraction, awesome sex, hot romance and serious pull of the heart-strings made this gay romance between older/young men work for me. The last third of the novel had me rushing through the pages to see if these two men – with everything working against them and their budding relationship – could survive. I really. really enjoyed this novel!

In Memorium – Author, Friend, Carol McKenzie

In Memorium – Celebrating the life and writing of author, Carol Mckenzie

Author (and friend) Carol McKenzie

Our dear friend and colleague, Carol McKenzie, recently lost her battle with lung cancer. Carol was a prolific author who wrote for her beloved fans in many genres, including M/M, Interracial, and Het Romance. A constant source of strength and encouragement to her fellow authors, Carol’s guidance was a force for good at WDC and many other writing groups on the net. She will be sorely missed.

The Staff of loveyoudivine Alterotica would like to invite you to join us on November 14th for a Requiem Chat in Carol’s honor.  Between 12 Noon and 8 PM EST, we’ll be posting her excerpts on our loveyoudivine Yahoo group and give away a copies of her print volumes, The Ex Factor, Cowboys and MEN: From His and His Kisses.


Featured below is an excerpt of one of Carol McKenzie’s last m/m stories 

Cowboys’ Christmas
By Carol McKenzie

On a more personal note, I wish everyone who reads this a very merry holiday season and a fantastic 2009. You take care. Carol

Ebook ISBN / Price: 978-1-60054-283-1

Length: 56 pages / 14,400 word count
Genre: M/M
Category: His and His Kisses
Rating: Shooting Star
Price: 3.75
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Cowboys’ Christmas

It’s December and it’s cold. Blake’s back aches from busting broncs and he wants to settle down, maybe do some ranching. Blake loves his sister, who doesn’t know he’s gay. But he loves Riley, too. If he breaks the news, will his sister accept Riley into the family?

Thirty-year-old Blake finishes his obligations on the rodeo circuit for the year. It’s December and it’s cold. He calls his sister, Katy, in Rufus, Oregon, and tells her that he is getting too old to bust broncos. His back and bones ache. He mentions he may come home for Christmas. Katy ís delighted because she needs help with the Kinglsley Ranch; it’s falling apart, and her boyfriend is too much a tenderfoot to help.
Blake can’t wait to meet up with his “friend” in their usual camping area. Katy doesn’t know about his flame, Riley S. Campbell. What will she say or think when she finds he’s taken Riley, a man, as his lover? Will Riley’s family accept Blake?


Blake Kingsley pulled his truck and fifth wheel into a vacant island of Huck’s Gas Mart in downtown Longview, Washington, and stopped the engine. He climbed out and put his gray Stetson on his head. Heavy, cold rain beat down on the overhang and the air smelled of gasoline. He lifted the nozzle, pressed the mid-grade button and pumped forty dollars worth of gas into his tank, mumbling his displeasure the whole time. When he finished, he put handle back and ambled toward the pay station, the soles of his boots smacking in puddles.

A sleepy-eyed, brunette attendant behind a counter looked at him over her gold-rimmed glasses and blinked long, curling lashes.
Tipping onto his toes, he drew a couple of wadded bills from his tight jeans’ pocket and placed them on the steel counter.
The attendant took them without a word.
“Thank you, Ma’am,” he said and returned to his truck.
He climbed into the cab, closed the door and within the minute, drove toward Kalama, Washington, taking the interstate north. Pangs of loneliness entered his system again. He thought about his family; those alive and dead. I need to make a call. He retrieved his cell phone from the center console. Without swerving off the road, he dialed his sister in Rufus, Oregon.
“Katy, this season’s done. Thank God.”
“I hope you come home.” Her voice sounded creaky. He imagined her soft, freckled face and auburn, curly hair. “It’s been quiet here since mom and dad’s died.”
A picture of their parent’s crumpled automobile, with blood on the seats the day after their head on collision in Medford played in his mind. The horrible call from the emergency room had come announcing their demise. He gulped air in his sadness.
His sister sighed, bringing him back to the here and now. “Things are fallin’ apart around this ol’ place. Frank’s not into ranchin’. He can’t even ride a horse.”
Blake wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and the remembrance ended. He clucked his tongue, recalling her tenderfoot boyfriend, Frank. “I’ll bet.” A misplaced smile quirked at the corners of his lips. It’s best I change the subject, or she’ll cry. “What do you want for Christmas, sis?”
“Just get here safely. We’ll have a nice holiday, if you come. I’m invitin’ you, you know.”

“I’ll spring for the turkey, if I was to come,” Blake said and placed his Stetson on the passenger seat.

“So, how are you doin’ otherwise, little brother?'”

“It’s best you not ask, ’cause right now, I’m in a piss poor mood.”

“Why’s that?”

“These friggin’ gas prices suck. They’re high as hell. It costs too much drivin’ the circuit anymore. I’m twenty-eight and gettin’ too old for bustin’ broncs.”

“Get a different job, then. Stay home, settle down. Maybe get a job as, I dunno, be a cop.”

“I’ve done ruint my back.”

“Maybe it’s time to quit.”

“I’ve got to think about it. See you.”

“Tell your buddy hi. Oh, and call when you get close.”

“Will do.”

Once he put the cell phone back in the case and closed the console lid, he took a left onto a different highway and began thinking about what Katy didn’t know—his ideas on sexual preferences. It’d shock her to death. He thought about his job situation, too. Maybe I’ll work the farm. Or become a cop. At a stoplight he lit a cigarette and slid the Bic back into the pocket of his blue western shirt. Right now, all I do is get out there and risk life and limb…for what? To give the audience thrills, and all I get is a few measly dollars. Shit. I must have rocks in my fuckin’ head. What the hell am I goin’ to do? Should I rodeo another year, or quit? Cops’ lives are always in danger. Maybe my back ain’t in good enough shape to do that kind of work.
He coughed, took another drag off his Benson & Hedges and glanced at the speedometer. The dial read he was going five miles per hour over the speed limit. He raised his foot a bit on the gas pedal until the needle stopped just over sixty-five. An elongated sigh left his lips.
He passed several dense, vast forested areas. The dark green fir trees alongside the road forked upward toward a gloomy, cloudy sky. Rain splattered on the windshield as the wipers thump-thump-thumped. When he stopped at a sign, he flicked his cigarette out the window into a mud puddle. He turned the satellite’s radio knob to a country-western station and hummed along with George Strait who sang Easy Come, Easy Go.
As he started driving, his thoughts turned to a better subject. Yeah, I’ll park this thing and take a rest. Gettin’ a mess of Riley will make me feel better. The U-Shine Car Wash caught Blake’s eye. Maybe I should unhook this thing and wash the road dust off my pickup. He decided to keep on trucking, wanting to get to his destination before dark and get a space rented. I’ll wash it tomorrow.
Mid-afternoon, driving along on I-5, he gazed out upon the sparkling Columbia River near his exit. Slow barges made their way north and west; a breathtaking sight.
Once off the interstate and in town, he drove down the main drag looking for the old, peeling sign that read Campground–Marty’s Trailer Spaces–Weekly and Monthly Rates. Blake passed the launderette and the post office. He traveled two blocks past the totem pole, the Lone Pine Cafe and made a right just like he had at previous season’s end.
I’ll rest. Maybe spend part of the winter with my ol’ buddy.
He pictured his pal, Riley S. Campbell, when he last saw him over a year earlier. He stood five ten and had a slim, strong build. Blake never thought to ask his exact age, but he guessed it to be around twenty-eight. He’d worn hand-tooled boots and a belt that sported a silver Texas longhorn buckle. Riley’s onyx gaze seemed to penetrate his soul and mind. Worn jeans, most of the time faded, encased a well-shaped ass. Blake began to feel the slide of him coming inside his body. Damn, I’ve missed him. He’ll be a sight for sore eyes.
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