Back to the light

I’m not really comfortable talking about it. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to be remembered I suffer from it. I can’t run away, I can’t hide. The shadow is always there. It follows me, everywhere I go. It was present when I got married. When I had my kids, when I was on vacation. Every happy moment in the last years was tainted by it.

You might ask, what is the it? I’ll tell you. It’s depression. I know it’s something a lot of people suffer from, but this knowledge doesn’t make it easier.

I didn’t even realize when it started. I don’t know what caused it. If there’s a reason. I don’t think so. As long as I remember, I’ve been feeling down, my emotions muted. I was never truly happy. But, on the other hand, I was rarely truly sad as well. I was feeling down, yes. I was sad. Of course. But even when my dad died, I was devastated, but not for long. Then the layer of fog, which clouded my emotions, was back.

I didn’t realize it was a depression. I thought it was normal. I did my work, I got out of bed in the morning, I did what I needed to do. Until I stopped sleeping. I used to go to bed at nine, since I was too tired to keep my eyes open. Then, I was awake until four or five in the morning, only to get up at six. My days were completely wasted since I could barely function.

This was when I decided I needed help. I called a doctor, telling her about my insomnia and, what I thought was a depression. I got meds, some which help with sleeping and depression. The first weeks were hell since these things make it worse for a few days before they kick in. And believe me, I was miserable. I couldn’t stand myself.

And then, suddenly, I got better. I caught myself laughing with my husband. My mood improved a lot. And I wished I’d taken the step much, much earlier. I lost so much time since I couldn’t enjoy the days, the moments with my family, with me readers, with my friends.

Now, I’m back on top. My productivity is through the roof, and I’m having so much fun with writing, it’s frightening. My marriage is stronger than ever. My kids more relaxed since I’m not so moody anymore (I tried to keep it together with them around, but I’m only human). I loved meeting new people at Euro Pride Con (and I was really afraid of big crowds before). I love hanging out with friends on facebook or other social networks. I’m stronger than ever. And I’m feeling awesome!

Why am I telling you all this? Because I know how hard it is to take the step and get help. You don’t want to acknowledge you’re suffering from depression. BUT, you can get better. There are meds. There is help. Please, do yourself a favor, and get help. I wouldn’t have thought it, but life is so beautiful.



This week…

…was a busy and relaxing one. How this works, you might ask? I had a break from my work and momma duties and spent two days at a great wellness hotel, just sleeping, relaxing and, of course, writing. Writing and editing is like holiday for me. It’s my passion, so doing it hardly qualifies as work. 🙂

My novel Small Steps is done and with the beta readers right now, although I might need to tweak the ending a bit before I send it off to my editor, Harper Jewel. It came in at about 71k, which is just awesome! 

 My Vulcano Story for MLR is also written, edited, and the synopsis is done! I’ll have a final read through in the next couple of days, then I’ll submit it to MLR. 

And, last but not least, I’m working on a short story for Christmas. I’ll tell you more about it in September.
Now, in the following days, I have a small vacation with my family, and then I need to take a writing break. More about that in another post, but don’t worry, I’ll only take August off. In September, I’ll be back. I have the story lines for two more books, and I’m hoping to publish at least one more this year.

What are your plans for the next weeks? Let me know!

BookBlast, Giveaway: Tempting Jordan by Andrea Delling

Author Name: Andrea Dalling2 Tempting Jordan 900 x 1350-2

Book Name: Tempting Jordan

Series: Second Chances

Book: Three

Can be read as a standalone

 Release Date: July 20, 2015


Jordan Callahan is disillusioned about dating since he caught yet another boyfriend cheating. He’s tired of giving his heart to men who only want his body. At his five-year high school reunion, he meets up with old flame Rick Ferguson. Tall, dark, and bisexual, Rick has been his dream guy since sophomore year. But Rick is in the closet and has dated a string of women since high school. If he gives in to the temptation of Rick’s kisses, his lost love could be his future—or just another in a string of men to break his heart.

Rick has tried to live up to other people’s expectations. Everyone in his small home town is waiting for the former captain of the football team to settle down with a nice girl. Well, girls aren’t in the cards for him, and he’s done trying. He wants Jordan, his best friend since first grade. But a relationship with Jordan means coming out—disappointing his family and inviting ridicule from friends. His golden boy reputation will be shattered if he follows his heart to the only love he’s ever wanted.

 Pages or Words: 34,000 words

Categories: Bisexual, Erotica, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, New Adult


Jordan’s muscles slackened, and cold anticipation formed a lump in his stomach. Rick isn’t really jealous?

But the feral look in Rick’s eyes said he was.

The hand on his shoulder nudged him toward the ballroom. Did Rick want him? Was that why he’d agreed to come stag?

Rick’s fingers idly tapped the small of Jordan’s back as they walked. The whisper of contact was odd and possessive, and it sent Jordan’s blood surging to all the wrong places. He shouldn’t have had that second scotch. He was relaxed and horny, especially with Rick so close, when he needed to keep his wits about him. Rick would never forgive him if he let something slip about their past together in front of their high school friends.

The tapping continued, revving his nerves into high gear. His fly pressed painfully against his flesh. He turned to Rick. “Will you stop touching me?”

Rick’s easy smile fled. “Why?”

He grabbed the collar of Rick’s shirt and said in his ear, “Because, dumbass, you’re making me hard.”

Rick raised his brows and smirked. They moved forward again. The tapping slowed but didn’t stop.


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Andrea Dalling lives in the sexy Southeast, where the summers are hot and the romance hotter. During the day, she’s an award-winning technical writer, but at night, she writes steamy stories. She loves to torture her characters but eventually rewards them with a happily-ever-after. Married to her college sweetheart, she’s a progressive Christian and an advocate for LGBT rights. You can follow her on Facebook (andrea.dalling.romance) or on Twitter (@Andrea_Dalling).


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Publisher: Artesian Well Publishing

Cover Artist: Andrea Dalling

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BookBlast: Full Moon Dating: Gage and Hamish by Julia Talbot

Author Name: Julia TalbotFMDGageandHamish1400

Book Name: Full Moon Dating: Gage and Hamish

Series: Full Moon Dating

Book: Four

Should be read as a series

 Release Date: July 29 2015

Cat shifter Gage is an impossible bottom. No one has ever been able to tame him, even if he wants them to. He’s willing to keep trying, though, and when he finds out about the paranormal dating site Full Moon Dating, he puts himself in their hands. He longs for someone who will take him in hand and make him like it.

Hamish is a bear shifter who plays too rough for most subs. Gage sounds like just what he needs, so when Full Moon matches them up, he’s happy to see how they get along. Can he convince Gage that he’s the one to make the man toe the line? 

Pages or Words: 11,000

Categories: BDSM, Gay Fiction, Paranormal, Romance



Gage checked his shirt before he headed into the sushi place. Boulder had the best downtown, charming and upscale, but not formal. Not as hipster as Austin or Portland, not as redneck as Denver or Dallas — it managed to be clever and casual all at once.

He totally approved.

Now if he could only approve this date. A bear? Him?

Gage was as far from low-key twink as they came. He was… challenging. Doms dumped him regularly.

A bear seemed so. Oh, he didn’t know. Sweet. Goofy.

He glanced around, wondering if he was early.

He tended to be early.

He liked being early.

There. Back in the corner where the bar bent around. That has to be his date. A huge man with shaggy, dark brown hair and a sunbaked face with lots of smile lines.

He looked a little like a lumberjack. It was adorable. So not his type, but cute.

The guy stood, smiling, making his oddly light brown eyes light up. “Hey! You must be Gage. I’m Hamish.” He pronounced it “hay-mish”.

“Hamish. Hello.” He found a smile to offer back. How could you not like a guy who grinned like that?

“Hi. I hope you like sushi.” Hamish waved to the seat next to him at the bar.

“Fish, salty peppery yumminess. What’s not to like?”

“Right?” Hamish was a big guy. Not fat at all, but he overflowed his personal space into Gage’s, warm and spicy smelling. At least he didn’t stink. That was always hard to get around. “Anyway, I got a little hungry before you got here, so I got mussels and carpaccio. In case you hate mussels.”

“Mussels are good. Tuna is my favorite. Cliché, but true.”

“They have an amazing hamachi appetizer.” Food was a great social equalizer.

“I’m totally in, man.” He nodded to the waiter, got his attention.

“Excellent. So, what do you do?” Small talk. Again with the cute.

“I’m a software designer. I create weird little things that people don’t know they need. You?”

“I build shit. Right now I’m very into tiny houses. For other people. I need square footage.” He grinned.

“Tiny houses? No shit?” Okay, that was cool. Not sexy, but better than software designer.

“I’ve done some work for local architects, and I love carving on a large scale.” Hamish held up his hands, scarred and callused.

He took one in hand, hoping for a zing, for a flash of lightning, but there wasn’t one. Just a warmth. Sweet. Steady.

He looked at the palm, fingers tracing over the calluses. “I approve.”

“Thanks.” Hamish grinned. “It’s good work.”

“That’s sort of how I feel about mine. It’s computer work, but there’s a lot of design involved in it.”

“Sounds neat. Keeps you from getting bored, right?” Hamish flagged down a waitress to order their hamachi.

“It does.” He ordered a couple of honey wheat beers.


They both said it at the same time, then laughed. “You go,” Gage said.

“I was just wondering what made you go to Full Moon.”

“I’ve been searching for something and I’m beginning to think that I’m doomed, that I’m too much to handle.” And now he was sitting with a big teddy bear. “What about you?”

“Oh, you know. Everyone thinks I’m a big marshmallow. No one wants to play rough.” Hamish’s cheeks went pink.

“No one? That totally sucks.” He was touching Hamish’s wrist now.

“I know! I mean, this is a cosmopolitan place, kinda. Boulder, I mean. You’d think I could find someone not afraid to bait the bear.”

Okay. Okay, now there was a hint of promise there. “What are you into?”

“All sorts of things.” Hamish met his gaze, golden eyes alight. “I love bondage. Spanking. Some discipline, though not deep domestic or anything. And I like rough stuff, when someone will fight me, make me work for it.”

Well, now he got it, why they were put together. He was, at best, a pushy little bottom. Still, Hamish seemed so… laid-back. Could there really be an opportunity?


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Julia Talbot lives in the great Southwest, where there is hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full time author, Julia has been published by Torquere Press, Dreamspinner and Changeling Press. She believes that everyone deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters are involved. Find Julia at @juliatalbot on Twitter, or at



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Publisher: Torquere Press

Cover Artist: Kris Norris

Tour Dates & Stops: July 23, 2015

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BookBlast, Giveaway: It Was Supposed to Be a Vacation by M. Durango

itwassupposedtobeavacation1400Author Name: M. Durango 

Book Name: It Was Supposed to Be a Vacation

Release Date: July 29, 2015


A week alone is just what Todd needs to get his head straight. Before he can light his first campfire, the dead body he stumbles upon sends him running back to civilization and straight to the Park Ranger’s office. Ranger Max has had his eye on Todd for years, but things keep getting in the way: boyfriends, jobs, and now a series of murders in the woods he’s sworn to take care of. Once the press gets involved, Todd receives unwanted attention from his community—and the killer. Together, Todd and Max have to find a way to grow their fledgling relationship while keeping Todd safe before the killer has his way.

Pages or Words: 37,600

Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Mystery, Romance



Todd sought solace where he always had—in the woods where he’d camped as a kid. He could hear birds in the trees and small animals scurrying through the undergrowth, but other than that uninterested company, he was alone. The spring rains had just tapered off and Todd wanted to take advantage of the outdoors before droves of tourists descended on Edgerton. The shorter days cut into his hiking time, but he would deal with that. He wasn’t sick of his own company yet and could read by lantern light when his thoughts got to be too much.

The ground was littered with dead leaves and other detritus typical of undisturbed nature. If he hadn’t been watching where he was going so carefully—one false step could leave him with a broken leg, and even Todd wasn’t so melodramatic that he wanted to die out here—he might have missed the flannel jacket that blended so well with the forest floor. Todd was about to dismiss it as trash from a previous camper when he realized it was attached to something.

Something that looked suspiciously like a hand.


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Durango ~ Mar to her friends ~ has been writing on and off since her first foray into fanfic at the age of 8. Sometime in 2003, she discovered m/m romance and was hooked. Finally figuring out what she wanted to do with her life at the early age of 34, she quit her corporate job, bought a bunch of writing books, and set out to learn how to create characters, dialog, and actual plots.

Mar grew up in New Jersey and has lived in the Pacific Northwest since the mid-90s with her scientist hubby and two insane cats.

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Publisher: Torquere Press

Cover Artist: BSClay

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BookBlast, Giveaway: The Dusty Hat Bar by L.J. Hamlin

thedustyhatbar1400-2Author Name: L.J. Hamlin 

Book Name: The Dusty Hat Bar

Release Date: July 22 2015


Noah Kimberly walks into his usual bar, same as he does most Friday nights. It’s surprisingly busy for this time of night, even for a Friday.

Tonight things are different. Tonight Noah will meet Lennie Boyce, the son of Earl Boyce the biggest ranch owner in the area and Noah’s ex boss. His friend and bar owner Dusty might warn him away from the other man, but Noah’s just not sure he can resist this cowboy.

Pages or Words: 31,000

Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Humor, M/M Romance, Romance, Western/Cowboy


Dusty is behind the bar, and Noah signals him for a beer, trying to shake off his thoughts about the Boyce family. He hasn’t been keeping track of them since he got fired. He sees them around, sure. It’s not that big of a town, and he hears the odd thing. But he hadn’t heard much about Earl’s youngest, Lennie, other than that he was his father’s pride and joy. If Noah was a violent man, he’d punch Lennie in the face just to see what his Daddy would do, but he’s not a violent man and prefers to avoid using his fists unless he has to.

“That’s quite a frown you’ve got going,” Dusty says as he passes him a cold bottle of beer.

“When did Boyce’s boy turn twenty-one?” Noah asks, ignoring the comment about his frown.

“Just today. That’s why him and all his friends are here. Mainly college kids, but if they’re drinking, I’m not complaining.” Dusty shrugs.

“Huh,” Noah says thoughtfully, taking a quick glance at the now seated Lennie.


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My name is L.J. Hamlin. I’m twenty-four and writing has been a passion of mine my entire life. I have a deep love of M/M fiction and at the moment that is the only genre I write in. You can check out another short of mine, Nurse Levi, in the Men in Uniform anthology.


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Publisher: Torquere Press

Cover Artist: BSClay

Tour Dates & Stops: July 21, 2015

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BookBlast: Graveyard Sparrow by Kayla Bashe

Author Name: Kayla Bashegraveyardsparrow1400 

Book Name: Graveyard Sparrow

Release Date: July 22, 2015


Katriona Sparrow, dubbed the Mad Heiress by London’s upper class, is the deceptively fragile ward of a foreign nobleman. She can’t stand making small talk with strangers, but she’s unparalleled when it comes to deciphering the dead.

On a routine investigation, something goes horribly wrong, leaving Katriona catatonic in an upscale hospital and a serial killer with an artistic bent stalking London’s most vulnerable.

Enter Anthea Garlant, a young witch and academic ostracized from polite society for traveling the world without a chaperone. She devises magical treatments to protect Katriona from the side effects of her abilities, but as she grows more and more attached to Katriona, her professional façade begins to slip.

Will they be able to stop the man who turns beautiful dead women into works of art before he turns his attention much closer to home?

Previously published through Kindle Unlimited.

Pages or Words: 84 pages, 33,700 words



Alternate Universe, Bisexual, Crime Fiction, Fantasy, Historical, Lesbian Romance, Romance


She was so beautiful that she looked as if she was only sleeping, but clearly she’d cried tears of blood. She was dressed in clothing that appeared expensive but was cheaply made; a poor girl wanting only for a day to live beyond her means. From far away, she seemed to wear pearls and sapphires. Up close, the pearls were her teeth, and the sapphires were her plucked-out eyes. And the golden sash around the waist of her plum-colored taffeta gown? It was made of hair. She also wore a heart-shaped locket, clearly her own. Although tarnished somewhat, and made of much cheaper material, it was of a similar design to Anthea’s, provoking an odd frisson of familiarity. Whatever our profession, whatever our station in life, we’re all women, Katriona mused as she crouched beside the corpse. And if one of us is in danger… then we all are.

“The gloves are made from his previous victim’s skin, by the way,” pointed out a constable. “At least, they’re the same color.”

The girl’s mouth had been filled with dirt; the sort of unremarkable dirt that could have come from anywhere in London. Some of it was smeared across her chin. In her lap, she held another girl’s head.

“Salome and the head of John the Baptist.” That came from Anthea, who was tilting her head at the scene.

“Sorry, what?” Inspector Claybrook looked up from the body.

“The sash, the gown… if you look at the pose and jewelry alone, it’s an exact replica of one of the paintings in the Louvre.” Before anyone asked her how she knew that, she added “When I’m in Paris, I go there often to clear my mind.”

“This is his art,” Katriona murmured thoughtfully. This woman would offer her another piece of the puzzle, she was sure of it.

“I’ll hold your gloves for you,” Anthea said in an undertone.

Katriona removed them and held them out with an almost imperceptible nod. Anthea transferred them to her reticule.

There were still other people around, but for all intents and purposes, it had become just Katriona and the corpse. This small, powerful figure was radiating something inexplicable—still delicate, but somehow frightening. Her eyes were so blue that they could drown a man.

She touched the decapitated head first. I had a dog. I had a dog. Who will feed my dog?

“I’m sorry, but that’s all I can get. She’s been dead for days. She’s well-preserved, but I can’t read her. I suspect it’s from the same woman we found the other day, but…” If I died, she thought, I’d be so afraid for Sentinel. She felt closer than ever to this dead girl, the one whose name she did not know.

“At least it was only a whore,” a constable murmured behind her. Instantly Katriona wanted to tear off his head and eat him whole.

Men! They visit prostitutes, yet they look down on them. None of these girls deserve to be told “Your friend is dead” by an uncaring and contemptuous man.

Katriona made an impulsive decision. She crouched further over the corpse, using her body to shield her movements, and ripped the heart locket from her neck, tugging until the cheap chain broke. Surreptitiously, she dropped it into her white kid boot. Next, she ran her hands through the woman’s curly dark hair. Her voice changed, becoming noticeably less cultured; now there was a rich warmth to it and a Cockney accent.

“I’m really excited because I’m getting paid extra to spend the night with a man where he lives instead of where I live. Maybe I can pocket something good on the way out. He’s real handsome. Smooth hands, long fingers… so then I said, do you want a brush, then? And he said, he said, ‘Have a drink’. He offers me… something. Dunno what it is, never had it before, but I’m excited. When I wake up, I’m—”

Katriona wavered, but held her grip on the memories. She would follow this to the end.

“—I can smell earth. ‘Run, little rabbit,’ he says. ‘Run away from the hunter’s horn.’ But I’m not running; it’s too dark. Blacker than night. Rather die than be in the dark, than lose my way in the dark down in the earth. I fight like a tiger. I try to scratch his face but he grabs my wrists and—God, he’s strong! Kick him in the jewels and he moves out of the way—too damn fast, too damn fast—where’d he go? Hands around my neck—squeezing the life out of me—I can’t breathe! Please don’t kill me. Please, no, no, no… Now I’m afraid but I’m angry, and I hold his gaze until my eyes roll back. He told me I made a mistake, I deserved to die because he couldn’t have imagined the girl he loved saying such dirty things.

“‘You’re too wildly sexual.’ That’s what he said. And he beat me where the bruises wouldn’t show. I fought like a tiger; tell them I fought. Salome with her head in her hand and her mouth full of dirt—this is his art!”

All at once, Katriona’s aura of power seemed to startle back inside her skin. Her eyes opened. She lurched backward, wide-eyed and pale. Anthea was at her side at once, and Katriona held onto her for stability.

“Are you going to be all right?” Anthea’s voice was as low and mesmerizing as ever—as beautiful as a hypnotist’s—and Katriona followed the sound of it as it led her out of her fear. She buried her head in Anthea’s neck, taking in the twin fragrances of jasmine and bergamot. Anthea made her feel like the best and strongest version of herself, a little less neurotic and a little more rational. She thought she wanted Anthea around for the rest of her life.

A flash of thought: If she holds onto me any longer, people will think we’re betrothed. Did it come from Anthea or from her? She couldn’t quite care, couldn’t tell. Reluctantly, because Katriona knew what it was like when people held onto her too tightly or for too long, she let go.

Anthea repeated the question. “Are you going to be all right?”

“Yes.” Now that you’re here.


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Kayla Bashe is a literature/theater student at Sarah Lawrence College. She has previously self-published several novels, and her story A Muse Afire was featured in the first issue of Vitality Magazine. Her passions include Shakespeare, feral cats, and answering “If you want more diversity, write it yourself!” with a variety of snark.


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Publisher: Torquere Press

Cover Artist: BSClay

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Interview, Excerpt, Giveaway: Imposter in Zebra-striped Briefs by C.C. Dado

ImposterinZebraStripedBriefsFS (1)Author Name: C.C. Dado

Book Name: Imposter in Zebra-striped Briefs

Series: The Seattle Chronicles

Book: Two (can be read as a standalone)

 Release Date: July 1, 2015


When recent college graduate Nathan Harris makes a life-changing move out from under his mother’s thumb and into his own place, he is determined to take some risks. He is tired of not being good enough, tired of allowing his fears to control him.

What he thought would be an exciting adventure ends up being one jaw-dropping mishap of embarrassment after another, leaving him with a life he doesn’t even recognize anymore.

His once boring, lonely existence has been replaced by a brownstone filled with colorful friends, a rough around the edges, tattooed bad boy best friend, and a stripper for a boyfriend who’s not even sure he’s gay.



Pages or Words: 22,810 words


Categories: Contemporary, Humor, M/M Romance, New Adult


Ding…. He heard his phone go off again as he was grabbing an orange from the fridge. Nathan set the orange on the counter and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Maybe I’m jumping the gun here. What are you into?

Nathan wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. He leaned back against the kitchen counter and stared at the keypad for a second before responding. Guys?

Ding…. I’m literally shaking my head at you right now….

Ding…. Josh instantly followed up his last text. I meant what turns you on about a guy. Eyes? A nice ass? I need to know what I’m working with here.

Nathan felt like the entire world could see his words as he typed his response. I think men’s feet are sexy.

Ding…  Josh responded, apparently not fazed at all by Nathan’s answer. All right then, let’s start at the toes and work our way up.

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Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing C.C. Dado author of Imposter in Zebra-striped Briefs.

Chris: Hi C.C., thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

C.C.: I am a native of the Pacific Northwest. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac sundae, with claustrophobic sprinkles, and a big cherry of anxiety on top, so I don’t travel much. I read and write to relax my mind. I tend to write painfully awkward, usually embarrassing, romance because long confident gazes followed by sexy dancing NEVER happens to me.

Imposter in Zebra-striped Briefs is about taking chances, making friends and falling for someone that you never thought you could have.


Chris: Was there a basis for you story? A previous experience or something else?

C.C.: I wanted this book to be centered around Josh and Brandon’s wedding from ‘That Place Across the Hall’ (a short story I wrote in a separate anthology) but I did not what them to be the main characters. Having Josh take the new guy under his wing worked well for me to tell both stories intertwined.


Chris: What skills do you think a writer needs?

C.C.: A creative mind, a good editor and drive.


Chris: What for you is the perfect book hero?

C.C.: The perfect hero to me depends on the story but my personal favorite is someone rough, with glimpses of a softer side.

Chris: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

C.C.: The rules of grammar.

Chris: Tell us about your favorite childhood book.

C.C.: Donald Duck and the One Bear, was my favorite book growing up. It’s a spin on Goldilocks and the three bears.

Chris: Thank you for the interview!

About the author: 

I write painfully awkward, usually embarrassing, romance because long confident gazes followed by sexy dancing never happens to me.

I am a native of the Pacific Northwest, and will probably never leave since I’m a hypochondriac sundae, with claustrophobic sprinkles, and a cherry of anxiety on top. I read and write to relax my mind and I love getting lost in someone else’s story, even if it is only for a little while.


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BlogTour, Interview, Giveaway: The Luckiest by Mila McWarren

TheLuckiest 4x6px COVER-FrontAuthor Name: Mila McWarren

Book Name: The Luckiest

Release Date: July 7, 2015


When New York-based memoirist Aaron Wilkinson gathers with his high school friends to marry off two of their own, he is forced to spend a week with Nik, the boy who broke his heart.

As they settle into the Texas beach house where the nuptials will be performed, Nik quickly makes his intentions clear: he wants Aaron back. “He’s coming hard, baby,” a friend warns, setting the tone for a week of transition where Aaron and Nik must decide if they are playing for keeps.

Pages or Words: 256 pages

Categories: Contemporary, Gay fiction, M/M Romance, New Adult, Romance


Aaron finishes the song and Stephanie snatches the mic out of his hand, crooks her finger at Nik and launches them into a reprise of their performance of “Dancing on My Own” from the homecoming weekend they all spent here at the house back in senior year. Stephanie still has questionable rhythm and tragic pitch—she loves to sing, which is why they have a karaoke machine in this house, but it’s one thing she will admit she doesn’t have much of a gift for—but there’s a reason Nik majored in music at The University of Texas, and his voice has come a long way.

Somehow, this deliberate throwback to a memory that was never anything but happy seems different than what Aaron has just done. He sits on the sofa, flanked by Alex and Jasmine, hating them both a little for participating in it even while he smiles. Nik dances—how can you not, with this song—but he still watches Aaron, gives him a little head-tilt during the chorus, and it’s charming and devastating and infuriating.

Jasmine leans to murmur, “Oh, I see how it is.”

“Oh, shut up.”

You might not be desperate, but I’m not sure about him. He’s coming hard, baby.”


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Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Mila McWarren, author of The Luckiest.

Chris: Hi Mila, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

How do you develop your plots and characters?

Mila: I usually start with one central image – a pivotal moment or a well-delivered line – and then everything else is about (a) how we got there and (b) what happens next. Those little images usually come with characters pretty fully developed, but anything that doesn’t come immediately usually grows pretty naturally and directly from there. Characters are very easy for me; plot is harder, especially in terms of “a series of events”. I’m much more interested in watching characters grow, and sometimes what I’m most interested in is pretty internal, so the biggest challenge is always making those internal character moments have external causes and payoffs – which is generally how I think of plot.


Chris: Who doesn’t love a good hero? Tell us about your protagonist. Was there a real life inspiration behind them?

Mila: Aaron is a budding memoirist; he’s just finished his undergrad training and we’re catching him in the summer before he starts his MFA program. He fled the suburbs of Houston like his ass was on fire and landed in New York under a cloud that becomes clear within the first few pages of the book. (Spoiler: the cloud’s name is Nik.) He’s very driven, very self-possessed, and very skilled – he wants to be able to do things, because it helps him feel like he’s a little more in control.

There’s a fair bit of me in Aaron – that pursuit of self is mine, as is a need to get away from a place that didn’t feel quite right as “home”. But Aaron also grows out of a string of undergrads I’ve taught over the years. Most of my students are typically pretty happy, which in people in their early 20s frequently translates to something like “aimless”. Which is no bad thing, and I wish them their joy, but you can see the ones who come in to a classroom like it’s going to be the thing to save them, and those kids are just different – they’re running off of something different than those around them. Interestingly enough, most of them have been young women and gay young men. I’ll leave it to your blog readers to speculate about why that might be, although I have some idea.

Chris: What real-life inspirations do you use when world building?

Mila: Anything I can get! I usually try to sneak in some travel – even if it’s just an afternoon driving around and taking pictures on my phone, there’s some great value to being in that space and seeing what it feels like, what it smells like, what the traffic is like. For this book I spent a few days driving around, walking around – I visited all of the relevant schools, went to the house where the action is set, mapped out some of the little trips the characters take. I did some internet research from home, but mostly I just like listening to people and watching them interact in the world, because that’s where I think most of the good stuff is.

Chris: Did you learn anything from this book and what was it?

Mila: Heh. So what I learned most from this book was to never, ever try this thing again.

Let me explain. Part of what I was really focused on for this book was an attempt to write a romance novel that was so focused on this small group of characters that all of the plot really was driven by decisions they made. There is no real external actor, there’s no love triangle or crisis. There’s just the various hells they make for themselves. I wanted to do that because I really believe in that story; that’s how most of us live, after all.

But oh my GOD, it was hard! Pacing was tough; keeping the plot tight was difficult. I’m pretty pleased with how it turns out, but next time I write a book, a meteor is striking the Earth or SOMETHING, because never again. J

Chris: It’s your last meal on earth. What do you choose?

Mila: I’m getting on a plane and headed to Luling, Texas, where I will eat my fill at the City Market of brisket, ribs, sausage, and their addictive mustardy sauce, with a few dill pickles, one big slab of an undefinable yellow cheese (it’s kind of gross, actually, a little sweaty in a piece of plastic wrap, but it helps cut the spice a little), and a bottle (or two; this is salty, slightly spicy work) of Big Red soda. We should all be so lucky to go out this way.

Thanks for having me – this was fun!

Thank you for the interview!


About the author:

Mila McWarren grew up in Texas, but has happily made her home on the East Coast for the last decade. In her day job she works as a social scientist and has spent the last 10 years developing her fiction writing online. She lives with her husband and their two kids. When she isn’t using working, writing, or hanging out with her family, she likes knitting and watching television, because they go together like peanut butter and chocolate, two of her other great loves.


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Cover Artist: C.B. Messer

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