Saturday, September 30, 2017
Happy New Year and Gut Yontif
I want to wish all the Jewish members L'Shana Tovah and G'mar Tov for Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.
Friday, December 25, 2015
Happy Holidays
I hope you have a Happy Holiday and a Happy and Healthy New Year.
As you know I have taken a break from writing. I've had a long dry spell. Unfortunately my books are no longer available online. I have decided not to put them back into circulation.
If I do get back into writing I would be starting fresh.
Thank you for your patronage and support.
Lily Sawyer
Friday, December 18, 2015
Welcome author Cheryl Headford
I'd like to welcome author Cheryl Headford to my blog. Let's find out more about her novel
"Shades Champion"
Book Length 214 Pages
Book Name: Shade’s Champion
Release Date: 18th December 2015
Cover Art by: Kellie Dennis: Book Covers by Design
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Shade has been
kept in the dark for eight long years. Now he’s facing a world that terrifies
him. A world that seems to hold no place for him.
When the
authorities are unable to find a home for Shade, Penny, reluctantly accepts him
into the secure school she manages, despite thinking it’s the wrong place for
him. Penny fears for his safety among the other troubled children. In an
attempt to forestall the disaster she predicts will happen she appoints one of
them as his champion.
Dory, an
engaging seventeen year old with mental health issues, is proud to be chosen as
Shade’s champion and throws his heart and soul into the job. In doing so he is
forced to face the thing he fears most – his own emotions.
An unexpected
friendship begins to grow into something more, until a spiteful act tears them
apart and leaves them broken.
When Dory falls
ill, Shade is forced to face his demons and struggles to find the strength and
courage he needs to fight for the right to love, and to be there for his champion
when he needs him most.
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Cheryl was born
into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the
toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her
refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead
fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun
to clean.
Cheryl has
always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces,
nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in
play.
Later in life,
Cheryl became the storyteller for a re enactment group who travelled widely,
giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run
around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of
all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism
was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.
It was here she
began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In
ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the
storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive.
Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to
the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.
In present
times, Cheryl lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son and
menagerie of three cats, a dog and a dragon. Her daughter has deserted her for
the big city, but they’re still close.
Immersed, as
always, in the world of fantasy, she maintains a burning desire to share the
stories and these days it’s in the form of books which all contain her spark
and unique view on life, the universe and everything.
Excerpt
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“Dorien....” Richard was looking at him in such a strange way it made his stomach feel tight. It was never good when they called him by his full name.
“What have I done?”
“Oh, nothing, nothing. Penny trusts you, Dory, and I’m not saying I don’t but... Shade’s got a lot of problems, serious ones. He’s very confused right now and it would be easy for there to be... misunderstandings.”
“It’s okay, Rich, I know the score. I promise I won’t make a move on him. I’m not that bad. I can control myself, you know.”
“I know that, Dory but.... Dammit, I’m not supposed to tell you this but I really think you should know. Shade tried to kill himself, and he still wants to.”
“Oh.” Dorien put a hand over his mouth and suddenly felt breathless. “Do you think he might... might... try?”
“Yes, I do. We’re taking every precaution we possibly can, but we really do need someone to watch him all the time. There should always be a member of staff very close by, but no one can watch him every minute.”
“I can. I will. Penny said there was no responsibility, but I can do it. I can take responsibility, Rich. I didn’t think I could, but I can. I can’t go through all my life being taken care of and protected. I have to face reality sometime, and I guess this is it. I’ll be Shade’s champion, and I’ll take care of him, I promise. I won’t let him hurt himself, and I won’t let anyone else hurt him either.”
Rich looked stunned, and Dorien didn’t blame him. He was quite stunned himself. He hadn’t meant to say those things, they’d just come out.
“No one is expecting you to take responsibility, Dory. Just keep an eye on him, okay?” “Okay.”
“Off you go then. Max is waiting for you.”
Dorien raced through the house toward the boys’ bedrooms, his heart thumping. No matter what Rich said, he knew this was a huge responsibility. He had someone’s life in his hands. Jesus. Suddenly, he froze and panicked. Backing against the wall, he closed his eyes and gasped for breath. He couldn’t do this. There was no way he could do this. He was Dorien, the screw up, the freak, the nutjob. He couldn’t be trusted with his own life let alone someone else’s.
Twitter:
@SevenPointStar
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I have two copies of the ebook to give away to randomly
selected commenters on the Shade’s Champion cover reveal or blog post on my
website http://cherylheadford.com/
Friday, August 7, 2015
Welcome author Kazy Reed to my blog today
I'd like to welcome Kazy Reed to my blog. Let's find out more about her book "Remember Him."
Thank you for hosting me on your
blog, Lily! It's a privilege to share this tour with so many talented authors.
It's so amazing to celebrate the
release of Remember Him, the first in the Amsel Clan series. I hope you enjoy
it! Be sure to enter the giveaway for a US $20 gift card to Amazon. See the
bottom of this post for ways to enter. Thanks for reading!
--Kazy
Please click here to check out my
REMEMBER HIM page for more info on the blog tour. Blog Tour Info
Will the bond
of blood outweigh the passions of the heart?
BLURB
While sketching the Temple of
Dendur, graduate student Carter Denwright meets—and is seduced by—a powerful
vampire by the name of Alder. Once kept secret from the human world, now
everyone knows of their existence. Blinded by mistaken feelings for Alder,
Carter allows himself to be drawn into his life. Too late, he realizes two things:
one, Alder is vicious and cruel, and two, Carter’s true love is Alder’s
brother, Freyr.
The attraction between Carter and
Freyr is strong, but they must fight this feeling or face the wrath of Alder.
Despite their best efforts, Alder discovers the truth, and punishes Carter,
hiding him from Freyr in a cruel game of cat and mouse.
Freyr is not as strong as his
brother, but he vows that he will find Carter again and will stop at nothing to
get him back. Carter, caught in Alder’s cruel grip, commits an act of
desperation which will change all their lives forever. The question is: can
Freyr find Carter and is the bond between him and Carter enough to break
Alder’s hold and spoil his plans to ruin them both?
EXCERPT
Standing there, holding
Carter's hand, my world changed. The rightness of his fingers grasping mine
made my heart soar. I knew, though, that with Alder standing there, I had to
remain calm. I couldn't give away my instant attraction to my brother's
boyfriend. That would’ve been a fatal mistake, for me as well as Carter.
I pulled my hand away and turned
back to Alder. "So why the invitation? Couldn't our lawyers have handled
the paperwork?"
Alder feigned surprise. "Now
what's wrong with me wanting a visit from my baby brother?"
"Besides the fact that we
haven't seen each other in years? Nothing, I suppose."
Carter was still staring at me,
mouth slightly open, and I saw Alder raise an eyebrow at him. I had to defuse
the situation, so I strode into the living room and dropped into a leather
chair that faced the kitchen. "Could I have a drink? It was a long
trip."
My request seemed to snap Carter out
of his trance. "Oh! Yes, I'm sorry." He put a slim hand on Alder's
arm and asked, "Would like a drink, honey?"
The affectionate tone seemed to
please my brother. He wrapped a hand around the back of Carter's neck and
pulled him in for an intense kiss. I knew it was Alder's way of marking his
property in front of me, so I looked away.
When he let Carter go, he said,
"I'll have Scotch. You may have water."
I bristled at Alder's domineering
attitude. Carter smiled weakly at me. "What will you have, Freyr?"
"I'll have Scotch, too,
please."
Carter brought me a glass, and I
accepted it, careful not to let our fingers touch. Then I went back to
studiously ignoring him. "So why buy me out now, Alder? There's nothing
left of the building."
He took the glass from Carter and
pulled him down onto his lap. "True, but I'm thinking of building a new
house on the site."
I shook my head. Why he would want
to live anywhere near where our family had been murdered centuries ago was
beyond me. "Fine. I have no desire to ever go back there anyway, so it's
yours."
"Go back where?" Carter
asked timidly. Alder glared at him, as though he wasn't allowed to talk without
permission. I saw Alder's fingers tighten around his arm. The young man winced.
"I-I'm sorry, Alder. I didn't mean to interfere."
If I didn't get out of that
apartment soon, I knew I was going to do something drastic. I drained my glass
and stood. "Well, we've had our drink, and you’ve got what you wanted.
I've a lot more important things to do with my time."
"Come visit again soon,
brother," Alder laughed. He didn't get up, holding Carter down with a firm
hand on his shoulder.
"Goodbye," Carter added.
"Yeah. Bye." Before I
left, I risked one more look back and my heart ached. Desolation filled me as
my gaze met his. Helplessness shone in those bright blue eyes, and there was
nothing I could do. I closed the door and walked away, leaving a piece of me
behind in Alder's hands.
BUY THE BOOK
Available Aug 1st from Extasy Books
Available Aug 8th on Amazon
Available Aug 29th on other ebook
retailers
All Romance buy link
ABOUT KAZY REED
Kazy Reed grew up on a small
island off the Maine Coast. At the age of sixteen, she announced to her parents
that she was going to move to Denmark as an exchange student. That trip changed
her life, and sparked her love of travel, languages, and history.
After graduating from college in
Massachusetts with a degree in Art History, she moved back to Maine, where she
began to write short stories. When she was introduced to gay erotic fiction,
the seed was planted and she never looked back.
Kazy still lives in Southern Maine,
with her very understanding husband and two ridiculously precocious children.
In addition to her published work, she is the author of a weekly flash-fiction
series on her blog.
FOLLOW KAZY ONLINE
Blog: http://www.kazyreed.com
Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/avampwriter
Twitter:
http://twitter.com/avampwriter
Pinterest:
http://www.pinterest.com/kazyreed
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Friday, June 26, 2015
Welcome author Michael Mandrake
I'd like to welcome author Michael Mandrake to my blog today. Let's find out more about "Reconnection" And check out the article at the bottom of this post "More or Less Sex in M/M".
Blurb: Every once in a
while, the average looking guy scores!
Robert
McIntyre is a closeted, average looking sports columnist for the Daily Read.
Unfortunately, his desire to stay in has cost him the chance at love more than
once. However, now it seems his luck will change since his editor has asked him
to interview, Jake Valenta. Jake and Robert knew one another in college and
when he heard from a mutual friend that Jake might be bisexual, Robert didn’t
believe him.
Before
Robert’s trip, they discover a mutual affection for one another. Jake shares
his desire to stay behind closed doors because he can’t stand being called a
fag, but desperately wants Robert to be his man.
Robert
and Jake want a chance to reconnect on a more personal level, but will this
budding relationship ruin their careers?
Buylinks
Excerpt
“Hey
Larry, Jacob said you wanted to see me?”
Larry
looked up from his laptop. “Yeah Robert, come on in.”
I
closed the door and waltzed in, worried about what he’d say. Would he hound me
about the deadline or force me to write about the lockout? I hoped neither
because I seriously wasn’t in the mood to argue.
“So,
Robert. I know you have a deadline in a couple of hours but I’m willing to let
that go if you’d make a trip to the minors. Since the overpriced sissies don’t
wanna play, we’ll make our own story. Besides, Jake Valenta might come up and
play for the Sox this year if they reach an agreement and we want to be the
first to cover him.”
Jake?
I
ignored Larry’s comment and focused on the topic at hand.
Jake?
Instantly
my mind went to mush upon hearing that name. Jake and I attended Oklahoma State
with two years between us. Though we never dated, we did hang around the same
circles, mostly involving sports. Baseball was his passion and mine, though I
wasn’t as talented as he was on the field. Since my expertise was behind the
pen and or microphone, I called a couple of games he played in and before I
graduated, I interviewed him for the school paper. That same article was later
published in the town’s local newspaper.
Now,
Jake plays for the Sox triple A affiliate, Carolina Dukes of the southern
league. Though we haven’t talked in years, I’ve followed the guy’s career and
took a greater interest when he was selected with the fifteenth pick in June
2011. The experts raved about his speed, accurate throwing arm, and hitting
ability as well as his baseball acumen and stamina. Unfortunately his
transition wasn’t as easy as many predicted but now, he was tearing up minor
league pitching and set to make the move to the pros.
“Robert?”
“I’m
sorry, Larry. I…I was just thinking about something.” When the heat rushed to
my cheeks, I turned my attention elsewhere. Anything so my boss wouldn’t notice
me jumping for joy about covering baseball’s next phenom.
Larry
appeared perplexed by my answer. He shrugged, “Well Robert, I need you to get
focused on this trip. I want you to get the story on this young man. And I
figured since the two of you went to school together you’ll get him to talk.”
About the Muse and Author
Michael Mandrake pens complex characters
already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not
centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in
everyday life through personal experiences or the media.
Author Sharita Lira: In one word, crazy. Just
crazy enough to have 3 4 different muses running around in her head,
driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.
In addition to being a computer geek and a metalhead, Sharita
loves live music, reading, and perusing the net for sexy men to be her
muses. She’s also a founding member and
contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.
For more information, please visit http://www.thelitriad.com as well
as her Facebook fanpage, The Literary Triad.
More
or Less Sex in M/M
Michael
Mandrake aka Sharita Lira
Thanks
for checking in with me today. I’m discussing sex in m/m and should there be
more books sex or less? We had a discussion on a friends page a few weeks back
and plenty of readers chimed in. With all the different responses, I decided
I’d add my two cents about what I’ve seen as a reader as well as an author.
Let’s
start out with the reader side of me. The reader in me likes a lot of sex. I
want sex dripping from the pages and I want it so hot, my toes curl and I get
that warm feeling in my gut. That being said, I like it to go along with the
plot. Not page after page with no real direction and not for the sake of
throwing it in there either. There has to be a reason why my two characters get
together. Are they drawn to one another because of attraction? Or is it that
and the fact they lost someone in their lives and are looking for the next
special someone. Do they hate one another at first then eventually fall in lust
or love?
The
author in me is much the same, but lately I like to make my characters wait
until they’re completely crazy for one another before I allow them to go to
bed. Yes, it’s like punishment for them and even sometimes for me. *laughs* I
can feel the tension between the characters and when I get done writing a
chapter, I tell them and my muse we all have to wait. *sigh* Yep, I like them
to be just about ready to explode when they’re finally ready for the first
bedroom scenes. And when they do get there, I try my best to make it satisfying
for all of us. Not an easy feat when you think about it. And then try making it
original. Good luck with all that, but I do try. *smiles*
So,
in conclusion, I have to pose it to you the audience. Do you like more sex in
your m/m or less? Or are you like me, sex happens because of the plot and
making them suffer is better. Let me know your thoughts.
Friday, June 19, 2015
Welcome author Cheryl Headford
I'd like to welcome author Cheryl Headford to my blog. Let's find out about her book "Ari."
Release
Day Blitz – Ari by Cheryl Headford
Title: Ari
Author: Cheryl
Headford
Genre: LGBT,
romance, transgender, intersex, M/M, F/F
Length: Novel
Publisher:
Wayward Ink Publishing
Synopsis
After
having known each other online for some time, writers, Benji and Ari meet at a
convention.
Their attraction is both immediate
and mutual.
But all is not straightforward—Ari
is intersex and Benji transgender.
Together they embark on a journey.
A journey that unites families, and heals
old wounds.
But not everyone is happy with the
blossoming love between these two unique and special individuals.
Will an act of aggression crush the
flower before it can bloom?
Book trailer
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Buy Links
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00YUT48QE/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00YUT48QE/
Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00YUT48QE/
Amazon DE: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B00YUT48QE/
Excerpt
MY EYES slammed
open to a world gone mad. Bella barked as an enormous flash of light was
followed immediately by a god-awful bang and rumble that shook the house on its
foundations. Before I quite got my bearings, another brilliant flash of
lightning blinded me and thunder cracked and rolled down the valley. I yelled
at Bella for howling, cursed her for waking me—then I checked the clock.
“Jesus. Marc,
it’s ten past five. We slept in. We have to get up. Now.”
“Benji?” Marc’s
sleepy voice was sharp with alarm. He cried out with terror when another flash
of lightning was followed by a deep boom and the lights flickered.
“Benji?”
“It’s okay. I’m
here. It’s just a thunderstorm. We need to get going. We slept late.”
Marc jumped up
and scampered around the bed to hug me tight. The dog was still whining and
yipping, clearly unhappy, and the rain absolutely hammered.
“Typical,” I
grumbled as I pried my little brother off me and headed for the bathroom. Marc
followed, so close he tripped me.
“Whoa. You
can’t go in the bathroom with me.”
“But I’m
scared.” He underlined his words with a yelp when another round of thunder and
lightning rolled over us.
“You can’t come
in the shower, so don’t be silly. I’ll leave the door open, okay? You can sit
on the stairs, or in your room.”
Marc was
unhappy, but I managed to take a quick shower. As soon as he was able he came
in, sat on the closed toilet, and watched me do my hair.
“You have very
pretty hair.”
“What’s brought
this on? You’re usually criticizing.”
“You shouldn’t
complain. You should take compliments where you can get them, at your age.”
“Cheeky bugger.
I’m not old.”
“You are,
compared to me.”
“Only by seven
years. I’m still a teenager.”
“Only for four
weeks.”
“Then I’ll have
to make the most of it while I can.”
About the author
CHERYL
HEADFORD was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys.
Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung
on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a
black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so
much fun to clean.
Cheryl has
always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces,
nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in
play.
Later in life,
Cheryl became the storyteller for a re-enactment group who traveled
widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an
opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity
to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of
people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but
the reward enormous.
It was here she
began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In
ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the
storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive.
Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to
the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.
In present
times, Cheryl lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son and
her two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still
close. The part of her that needs to earn money is a lawyer, but the deepest,
and most important part of her is a storyteller and artist, and always will be.
Website: Nephylim-author.blogspot.co.uk
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cheryl.headford
Twitter: @SevenPointStar
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