Saturday, April 09, 2016

My inspiration for Liam

Fans of my Have Body, Will Guard M/M romance/adventure series from Loose Id will know about Liam McCullough, the hunky former SEAL who is one of the two heroes of the books.

When I began thinking about Three Wrong Turns in the Desert, the first in what has become an eight-book series, I wanted Liam to be a really hunky guy, and I went back to the photos of men I had collected when I was single.

This is the photo that inspired me, though I don't know who the model is or where the shot came from. I love his sexy body as well as the smile on his face.

When the series kicks off, Liam is in his mid-thirties. He's served in the SEALs during the time of Don't Ask, Don't Tell, and leaves the military under that directive.

Here's the photo from the cover of Three Wrong Turns in the Desert, which I used when creating romance trading cards. I'd say he's pretty close to the guy that I imagined, and the one in that photo above.

Loose Id used the same cover artist for the next couple of books so we were able to use the same photo, just cropped in different ways.


Dieux du Stade Calendar

Recently I was browsing the Dieux du Stade calendar and found the image below, which perfectly captures for me the way Liam looks today. Tough and well-muscled, though he's been around the block a few more times since the first book.

Friday, January 29, 2016

Win a Dozen Roses

With Valentine's Day approaching, who wouldn't like to win a dozen roses?
The 13 authors who've joined together for Happy Homicides 2: Crimes of the Heart, have set up this contest to promote the launch of our new book, coming out February 14, though available for pre-order right now.
I'm delighted that the bundle includes a 14,000-word novella I wrote specifically for this anthology. It's called "For the Love of Dog" and brings a murder to the Chocolate Ear café in Stewart's Crossing, which readers of my golden retriever mystery series will recognize. It's a favorite hangout of my reformed hacker hero, Steve Levitan, and his crime-solving golden, Rochester. The café's owner is converting a space next door to a place where dogs and their humans can sip and dine together-- and what dog lover wouldn't like a place like that to go? (Even if there might be a chalk outline of a dead body on the floor...)
Follow this link to enter the contest:  

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Wasting Away on Hollywood Beach

Cloudless blue sky over the ocean
Walking toward Margaritaville

It was a gorgeous day today, so I drove over to Hollywood Beach to check out the new Margaritaville Resort. I wasn't about to pay $30 to park at the hotel so I drove down the beach a ways and found a spot in a public lot.

Colorful beach hut

I liked these brightly colored umbrellas
Pool waterfall
Margarita glass chandelier in the lobby
The flip top and pop top

More parrots!
Beachfront sign
Didn't get a chance to stop for a margarita, though

Friday, January 08, 2016

Brokeback Wildilfe Refuge, Part 2

“What the hail are you boys up to?”

Luke backed away from Cody’s ass, stumbling to pull up his own overalls as he faced the wrath of Mr. Booty himself. The man’s face, normally so composed and telegenic, was nearly apoplectic with rage. “You all are supposed to be watching the border, not fucking like goddamned rabbits!”

Cody fell backwards onto the sleeping bag and scrambled to pull his thermals back up. With the tent door open, Luke was quickly chilled through.

“Sorry, Mr. Booty,” Luke said. “We was watching, really. But there ain’t nobody coming out this way. Not a TV reporter or a po-lice. It’s like we don’t even matter.”

“Vigilance is essential,” Booty said. “You never know when they could swarm in on us with their SWAT teams in their Humvees.”

“I saw a birdwatcher a few hours ago,” Cody said, sitting up and facing Booty, his long johns cockeyed over his slim waist so that Luke could see a thin line of tender flesh between them and the ribbed white T-shirt. “He had them long-range binoculars, spying on us like we were some exhibit at the zoo.”

Cody’s overalls were still pooled at his feet, but he couldn’t get them up without standing, and there was no room in the tent for that.

“And you let him get away?” Booty demanded. “That calls for some punishment, boy. That and you all derelicting your duty out here.”

“Yes sir,” Cody and Luke said simultaneously.

“You, boy, get out there and patrol the perimeter,” Booty said to Luke. “And if you see anybody you come a running.”

Luke grabbing his shearling coat and stumbled out of the tent.

“What about me?” Cody asked.

“You need to learn who’s in charge around here,” Booty said. The sound of his zipper coming down sounded as loud as an airplane engine to Cody. With one meaty paw, Booty pulled his thick penis out and fisted himself a couple of times, moving the foreskin up and down. “Suck it boy. Suck it like you mean it.”

He leaned forward, his T-shirt riding up in back, and took Booty’s dick in his mouth. “It ain’t a toy there,” Booty commanded. “Show me you’re a real man and you know how to suck another real man’s dick.”

“Yes, sir,” Cody said, mumbling around the big sausage in his mouth. He relaxed his throat as much as he could and leaned forward, swallowing the older man down to the root. He sucked until he choked and tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

Booty whipped his belt out of his pants. Then he leaned over and shoved down the waistband of Cody’s thermals, exposing his ass to the cold air.

Whap! Booty’s belt stung against Cody’s ass. He tried to rear back but Booty had his head pressed down. Whap! The belt stung again and again as Booty fed his tube into Cody’s throat. “This’ll teach you a lesson, boy,” he said. “You want to be part of the Booty Militia, you play by my rules.”

Thursday, January 07, 2016

Brokeback Wildlife Refuge Part 1

“I forgot them damn snacks, but at least I remembered the condoms and the lube.” Cody smiled at his buddy Luke. They’d been out there at the Wildlife Refuge for hours by then, stuck at one of the sentinel posts near the highway, watching for the Feds to arrive.

“Long as you got your priorities straight,” Luke said.

Cody laughed. “Ain’t nothing straight about me, bud, lest it’s the barrel of my 20-gauge shotgun.”

Luke reached over and grabbed Cody’s stiff dick. “Dunno, bud. This here feels plenty straight and stiff to me.”

“Seems I just can’t quit you,” Cody said, as he leaned in to kiss Luke’s grizzled chin.

They were both just twenty-one years old, and they’d met two years before at the initial meeting of the Booty Militia, a group of men determined to safeguard their land, their weapons, and their right to suck dick. Cody had taken a special shine to Luke, because of his handsome face, his floppy dark hair, and all that plaid he wore.

Course, there was his dick, too, long and thin and able to hit just the right point at Cody’s prostate when they fucked. Even now, just with Luke’s flannel-clad arms around him, Cody felt that stirring in his guts that meant he was close to shooting off.

He scrambled in the pocket of his overalls for a condom and a bottle of lube, then unbuckled the bib and stood up in a hunched-over position, breaking the embrace with Luke. The overalls dropped to the floor of their tent, and then he pulled down his JCPenney thermals and bent over, presenting his smooth ass to Luke.

“Yeah, bud, gimme that booty,” Luke said. He spit out his wad of chewing tobacco and then hocked a lugie right into Cody’s rosebud. Then he leaned in and tongued the hole. “My favorite, tobacco-flavored ass.”

Cody leaned down and picked up his own Colt Combat Elite. The handle was smooth and cold, just like Luke’s dick until it warmed up inside Cody’s ass. He held the barrel up against his stiff dick, smelling the machine oil, his own sweat, and the tangy scent of Luke’s pre-cum.

“Pretend I’m that damn president in the Black House,” Cody whimpered, “and fuck me into oblivion, Luke.”



Monday, November 16, 2015

The oldest building in Florida

Aside from the pueblos of New Mexico, the oldest building in the United States is not, as you might expect, in New England, but in North Miami Beach, Florida. 

Maybe I’m splitting hairs here, but it’s actually an ancient Spanish monastery that was originally built near Segovia, Spain, and then moved to Florida in the 20th century.

The Monastery of St. Bernard de Clairvaux was completed in 1141, but after a social revolution in the 1830s, it was seized, sold, and converted into a stable. William Randolph Hearst bought it in 1925 and had the buildings dismantled, the stones packed in hay in more than 11,000 crates, and then shipped to the United States.

Then the Depression intervened, and Hearst had to sell the crates at auction, and they sat in a Brooklyn warehouse until 1952, when entrepreneurs purchased them. 

According to a 1953 Time magazine article, it was “the biggest jigsaw puzzle in history,” took 19 months to complete and cost over $20 million in today’s money.

Eventually a benefactor purchased the property and donated it to the Episcopal Church making it available for church services and weddings.

 I first visited what's often called "The Ancient Spanish Monastery" soon after I moved to neighboring Aventura, Florida in 1988. I loved the idea that there was this fabulous building tucked away between an Italian grocery and a tennis court. And I'm an architecture buff, so I loved walking around the property, seeing the centuries-old stones and absorbing atmosphere.

When I began writing romance novels set in South Florida I looked around for great locations to use. Most of my M/M romances take place on South Beach and utilize the Art Deco architecture there. In 2012, I published Mi Amor, a story of two very different guys who fall in love. Adam Beller is a cute young party planner and night owl, while Javier Marisco is a much more serious real estate entrepreneur.
 The book ends with an HFN -- a happy for now-- as Javier and Adam begin the next steps in their journeys.  When Loose Id asked its authors to consider our published works in light of the new rules regarding same sex marriage, I jumped at the chance.
I knew right away that if Adam and Javier were going to get married, it would happen at the Ancient Spanish Monastery. But do they make it to the altar? You'll have to read “The Sea Between Us” to be sure.

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Have a Gay Holiday!

Happy Halloween,
All Hallows Eve and Samhain,

Thank you for dropping by and welcome to the hop! If you aren't familiar with my work, I'd like to give you a quick overview. I write gay mysteries and M/M romances, and I like to say that the same elements-- love and adventure-- are in all the books, just in different proportions.

Kimo Kanapa'aka is the openly gay hero of my Mahu Investigations, published by MLR. He's a homicide detective in Honolulu, and through eight novels and two story collections he has tracked down bad guys, fallen in love, and most recently, he and his partner have fathered twins. You can read more about Kimo and his adventures here.

Aidan Greene ran away from a miserable ex in Philadelphia and landed in Tunis, the capital of Tunisia, where he spotted a gorgeous guy showering naked in a courtyard. Liam McCullough, an ex-SEAL who left the military under Don't Ask, Don't Tell was working as a bodyguard when he met Aidan, who he confused with a prospective client. In seven books so far, they've traveled the world, protecting clients and having some steaming hot sex. Learn more about the Have Body, Will Guard series from Loose Id here.

And finally, if you want to see some hot guys fall in love (and have sex, too) then I hope you'll check out my romance novels. I often write about young guys looking for love and career success on South Beach-- and I love driving down there to do the research!

The blog hop has 25 prizes to give away, donated by some talented, generous people who write LGBT characters:

Any book in Tara Lain’s backlist
Duce by Kai Tyler
Cruise Control by Kerry Adrienne
Safety in Numbers by Jessie G (Sizzling Miami Series)
Trouble Comes in Threes by M.A. Church
Discovery by Thianna Durston
Rescuing Kyle by Eva Lefoy
Gay for Pay by TM Smith (All Cocks Series)
Spooky Tales One by Stephen del Mar (Short story collection)
The entire Moonlit Wolves Series by Bronwyn Heeley (7 books)
Coming Back Home by April Kelley (Pickleville Series)
Any ebook in Draven St. James’s backlist
The Russian Boy by Neil Plakcy
Any book in Annabeth Albert’s backlist
Shades of Sepia by Anne Barwell
Any book in Amanda Young’s backlist
Any book in Lynley Wayne’s backlist
Electric Candle or Jewel Cave by Elizabeth Noble
Soul Sick by Kendall McKenna
When All Else Fails by J.M. Dabney (Sappho's Kiss Series)
More Than What They See by J.M. Dabney (Sappho’s Kiss Series)
On the Run by Michael Mandrake
Ivan vs Ivan by Princess S.O. (Teddy Bear Collection)
Blue by DP Denman (Blue Series - 2 copies)
And check out Bookworm Bridgette’s book blog.

The grand prize is a $50 Amazon gift card

Enter today and spread the word!