Friday, 5 October 2018

Three Bears by A Nybo

Cover Art by Alex Corza

Three Bears by A. Nybo

At Three Bears surf break, the attraction between a group of friends is anything but “Luke warm….”

Dan goes to stay with his best friend Josh in Margaret River, the surfing capital of Western Australia, to sort out his sexual confusion. But his best friend is the source of that confusion. Having never been attracted to a man other than Josh, Dan fears risking their friendship just to discover men aren’t his thing.

Within the first few days, Dan meets Luke, a local barista who offers him surf lessons. Dan soon finds himself emotionally coveting not one, but two men. When they go to Three Bears, his hidden desires begin to emerge. As the ambiguity of Dan’s mixed signals clears, it becomes apparent both of his surfing companions want him—badly.

It is only when Luke and Josh hook up that they formulate “Operation Three Bears,” an adventurous plan that might lead to a satisfying outcome for all of them.

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Sunday, 30 September 2018

Giveaway: Aliens, Smith and Jones by Blaine D. Arden

Aliens Smith and Jones - Blaine D. Arden

Blaine D. Arden has a new MM sci fi book out:

“It’s not all about serving coffee and typing reports.”

Working for a secret organisation specialising in alien cover-ups, Connor Smith is no stranger to the abnormal or dangerous. His love life on the other hand… not so exciting. Until he reluctantly agrees to a blind date and meets the perfect bloke, Jason.

Things are finally falling into place for Connor, so of course that’s when he attracts an alien stalker.

Noah Jones, ex-alien, has been stranded on Earth and forced to live as a human since 1648. Alone and detached from the world around him, Noah has spent centuries observing and recording humankind. In all that time, he’s only experienced a connection with a human once… until he finds Connor.

Even knowing Connor is in a relationship, Noah can’t ignore their potential bond, or stay away.

While dealing with missing alien artefacts, a dangerous and shadowy group of collectors, and the ever-present Noah, Connor finds his orderly life crumbling around him. At least he still has the perfect boyfriend…

When Noah goes missing, Connor is forced to face the feelings growing between them and the mounting evidence that Jason isn’t who he says he is…

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The Dross Woods, four-bloody-something in the morning, hunting for six-armed, two-legged white creatures.

Agent Connor Smith, personal assistant of Chief Security Lieutenant Natalie Tallis of Primrose UK, yawned. The lingering mist clung to his ankles as he tightened the straps of his field gear. He took his tranq out of its holster and flicked his torch on. The dense, tall trees hampered visibility, and the smattering of shrubs didn’t help, either. The path, at least, was wide enough for two.

“How many were there again?”Agent Simpson, team Alpha’s leader, asked. His dark, bald head gleamed in the early dawn as he moved to stand next to Connor.

“Ten, I think.”Or eleven. Connor hadn’t been awake enough to pick up everything during the interview with the Cleaton brothers, two aging sheep farmers, who had called it in. Why have a sheep farm so close to this vast and dense piece of forest? It was asking for trouble.

“They kept them in the stables, right? So, what happened?”

“Broke out,”Connor said as he trailed into the woods after Simpson. Though Connor outranked the stocky but agile team leader, Simpson had at least a decade of field experience on him. Simpson’s torch lit up the uneven, knobby-rooted ground, and Connor used his to search the shrubbery next to the path. He wished he’d brought an extra coffee, because he was not awake enough for this. Hopefully, the pale colour of the creatures made them easier to spot.

“So, broke out?”

“Have you seen the thing they called stables? It’s nothing more than a rickety old shed. Even one-armed creatures would have had no problem breaking out, let alone these... Noren, I think the brothers called them.”

“All I understood was that we’re here to catch us some aliens.”Simpson veered left, following the whimsical bend in the path, and looked back. “It was a late night.”

“Right, you were chasing another missing artefact. Lieutenant Tallis filled me in. File’s probably making its way to my desk as we speak.”Connor squinted, aiming his torch at the shrubbery to his left. A mix of red, yellow, and purple flowers brought some colour to the otherwise dreary looking forest. “It’s the eighth time this has happened. It’s becoming a problem.”

“Don’t I know it. So, did they say how big these fellas are?”

“Chest height or about. Why? Spot something?”Connor pointed his torch along Simpson’s.

The shrubs shuddered and shook until Simpson stepped forward. A twig snapped, followed by meowing. A cat. Just a cat.

Connor shrugged at Simpson and they moved forward again.

Somewhere a shout rang out: a high-pitched screech that caused goose bumps.

“One down!”someone called through the commlink—team Bravo’s Forente or Briers, Connor guessed. “There are at least two others here.”

“That way,”Simpson said, pointing to their right, onto a narrow path overgrown with creepers.

Connor nodded, but Simpson had already turned away.

Step by step, they followed the narrow path, the darkness only broken by the light of their torches. They were hampered by the creepers as they moved along—listening, stopping, and listening again—as well as having to push low branches out of their way every other step.

One by one, more teams called in their catches.

“They seem to like sheep,”Forente commented after his first catch. “I heard one bleat, and the next thing we know, one of those Noren is coming right at us.”

“Good to know,”Simpson said. “Keep up the good work.”

“How many is that now?”Connor eyed the shrubbery in front of him, squinting as he pointed the torch at it. Eerie how dark a forest could be at daybreak. He preferred the smell of fresh moss to the damp, woodsy smell that now hung around him.

“Seven. I think.”

So, three to go, and he and Simpson had yet to run into any.

Something rustled behind them, and Connor turned, aiming his tranq. He hoped it wasn’t another cat. More rustling, but no movement in the shrubs. The foliage was denser here—they must have reached the middle of the woods by now.

Satisfied a Noren wasn't stalking them, Connor went to catch up with Simpson. when a sudden crunching of leaves to his right stopped him again. Something whitish moved behind a tree, too large to be a rabbit. He wished he’d paid more attention when Tallis had told them what to look for. Not that she’d been any more awake than he was. Simpson wasn’t the only one who’d been working late. The—

Another crunch, nowhere near, though. If there were two Noren around, he'd need Simpson. He tapped the commlink. “Simpson?”

“That was me. The path circles back onto itself.”

That was a relief. “There’s one behind a tree in front of me.”

“Right. Want me to move around it?”

“Good idea.”Then he remembered the comment about the sheep. “Wait. You don’t have to. Draw it out, bleat if you have to. All I need is a clear shot. I can’t take a shot as long as it’s hiding behind that tree,”Connor said, keeping an eye on the tree the Noren hid behind. He hoped it was just the one, even though they didn’t seem violent towards humans.

Simpson’s imitation of a sheep sounded nothing like the real thing, yet the Noren thought it genuine enough, since it came out from behind the tree, straight into the dense shrubbery next to it.

“Bugger.”Connor tracked the movement, but the shrubbery blocked his view. “I don’t have a shot. It fled right into the bushes.”

Simpson didn’t reply. Instead, he made his way around Connor, judging from the flashes of torchlight jumping around, and repeated his sheep imitation.

The leaves shuddered, and Connor narrowed his eyes, hoping to get a clear shot.

Simpson bleated again, and this time the Noren came running out of the shrubbery. Connor aimed and pulled the trigger. The Noren went down hard. Hit in one. He knelt next to the creature, taking the cuffs out.

“Nice shot, Smith,”Simpson said when he reached them.

“Thanks.”Connor cuffed all three sets of arms. It seemed like overkill, but he knew better than to take any risks. He was about to activate his earpiece to ask how many were still on the loose when a shrill whistle sounded, calling them back.

“Well,”Simpson said as he helped Connor pick the Noren up, “I guess that’s that.”

“All in a day’s work, Simpson, all in a day’s work.”At least, for a personal assistant at Primrose.

Author Bio

Blaine D. Arden

Blaine D. Arden is a purple-haired, forty-something author of queer romance mixed with fantasy, magic, and suspense who sings her way through life in platform boots. She is an EPIC Award winning author, and her scifi romance “Aliens, Smith and Jones” received an Honourable Mention in the Best Gay Sci-Fi/Fantasy category of the Rainbow Awards 2012.

Born and raised in Zutphen, the Netherlands, Blaine spent many hours of her sheltered youth reading, day dreaming, making up stories and acting them out with her Barbies. After seeing the film “An Early Frost” as a teen in the mid-eighties, an idealistic Blaine wanted to do away with the negativity surrounding homosexuality and strove to show the world how beautiful love between men could be. Our difference is our strength, is Blaine’s motto, and her stories are often set in worlds where gender fluidity and sexual diversity are accepted as is.

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Friday, 28 September 2018

Giveaway: No Way Out by Eric Alan Westfall

no way out

QSFer Eric Alan Westfall has a new MM historical romance out:

It’s April of 1816 in Another England.

And Jeremy—a whore from the Dock—is living in a guest bedroom at the London home of the (in)famous Iron Marquess, with over fifteen days missing from his life.

For someone who remembers everything from his third birthday on, it’s unnerving not to know. Fine, fourteen days for the coma and the infection delirium. But those first thirty-six hours. Do they explain how he got hurt, how he got to Ireton House, and why his lordship’s mountain-sized valet is taking care of him? Or why his ironness looks at him with nothing iron at all in his eyes?

Jeremy and the Iron Marquess both have dark secrets. Forced engagements, an inheritance, a scheme to clap Jeremy in Bedlam, the revelation of the missing hours, a problem with plumage, some numbered accounts, and a long sea voyage, all seem to mean there’s no way out of the snares surrounding them. Or is the old saying true: where there’s a waltz, there’s a way?

All royalties will go to a local LGBT organization.

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Thursday, 27 September 2018


I’ve been feeling unsettled recently. More than unsettled. Angry. Sheer full-on rage as I watch the world around me change, out of my control. It’s not my personal world. That is going just fine. It’s watching the western world crack with an imbecile in charge, surrounded by religious extremists who are determined to drag us to the dark ages. He is the monkey. Who is the organ grinder? I suspect there is more than one. The veneer of civilisation has cracked, and it won’t take long for us to fall in the morass.
Our own political situation is no better. The blind leading the blind, and that’s not a slur on actual visually impaired people who have much better skills than the people in charge. There isn’t a political party in the UK who can step up and lead us through this Brexit farce. I believe in the will of the people. I didn’t vote for this shit, but we’re stuck with it, and we need giants, not minnows, to negotiate through this hell.
Alt-right politics is increasing, men’s suicide is increasing and mental health funding is dire, women’s rights are being eroded, reproductive rights attacked as funding is taken away from the clinics who help the most vulnerable, the language of women themselves in a public forum. You only have to scroll Twitter about any woman of influence to discover how much hatred there is against women. Women are forced off social media with rape, death threats and doxing. You only have to read the current news to understand what happens to women is irrelevant to the men in charge. I’m not anti-men, I’m pro-women, and it’s about time I damn well remembered that. Even language which should be inclusive erodes women; men and non-men (UK Green Party) – who is missing there? Not men, men are still there. You’ve defaulted women to the ‘other’. In being inclusive, you’ve been exclusive to 50% of the population who are still the underdog, and it matters.
It makes me want to cry to see the mess we’re in, and worse, the people who revel in it. People who think isolationist policies will work for them. Who see extra money in their pockets but don’t notice their healthcare costs rising. Who cheer at the anti-immigrant policies, but don’t notice the food costs are rising because crops are rotting in the fields.
We are screwed and I am angry. Yes, life will go on. The sun will come up, the ice-bergs will melt, and the world will slowly go to hell. What the hell can I do about it?
**I’m not posting this to social media and I’m turning off the comments. This is my rant, my blog, and I needed it.

Tuesday, 25 September 2018

Giveaway: Grydscaen: Beginnings by Natsuya Uesugi

grydscaen: beginnings

Natsuya Uesugi has a new queer sci fi book out:

Faid Callen is tired of life on the run in the Echelons trying to keep his psychic power in check. He founds the Packrats, a group of cyberterrorist hackers. A young powerful Psi Faction operative, Lino Dejarre, is sent on a mission to capture Faid. Wanting to keep Lino under control, the Psi Faction kidnaps his half-brother, Riuho, and they take him prisoner, experiment on him, train him, and subject him to mind control.

When Lino is assigned to a high stakes diplomatic mission to reveal a traitor, he finds another psychic operative in play, causing him to question the Psi Faction’s motives. Can Lino rescue his brother before more blood is shed or will Faid step in and destroy the Psi Faction’s plans?

About the Series:
Lino just wanted peace. All he got was war.

In After Colony 2055, the Atlantea Federation, a draconian power had taken over 75% of the world’s territories and launched a nuclear attack, the Dionysis Effect against the insurgent Pacific Territories. In a single brave act, the Pacific Territories retaliated in a battle known as the Blood Red Incident. The untested weapon’s radioactive fallout created Codess which manifested as psychic powers.

After the initial destruction, people struggled to survive and some developed psychic powers as others fell to the pervasive radiation sickness. Civil war ripped at the heart of society with cyberterrorist hacker groups rising up to fight the government. The son of the Viceroy, Lino Dejarre had psychic power. He joined the Psi Faction as a clandestine psychic operative tasked to capture Faid Callen the leader of the Packrat hackers.

Separated at age nine and banished from the royal family, Riuho Dejarre’s hatred for his brother Lino grew as he tried to scrape out a life in the slum level Echelons. Stripped of his citizenship, Riuho vowed to get revenge and thwart Lino’s every move as the young operative tried to govern and keep his people safe. With Faid and Riuho using the Packrat cyberterrorist hackers to attack the government even as the Atlantea Federation increased the threat trying to destroy the remains of the Pacific Territories and their allies, the war took a dire turn.

The Atlantea Federation attacked brutally on the ground and threatened the Pacific Territories’ space colonies. Lino and his Psi Faction team were roped into global diplomacy, inter-colony politics, covert missions, battleship scurmishes, jet fighter sorties, and space battles facing the Atlantea Federation head on. When Riuho once more entered the fray, his high stakes game of manipulation and lies threatened to destroy everything for which Lino had worked.

With threats to the fragile Pacific Territories coalition and the fate of the world at stake, can Lino, the Viceroy of the City, the Echelons and the Zone lead the Pacific Territories to a victory? Intrigue, fast-paced action, clandestine psychic operatives, hackers, the oppressive Zone Police, and shadowy government conspiracies, the situation couldn’t be riskier. Will Lino ever see peace and an end to war? Find out in the dystopian grydscaen series. Whose side are you on?

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Thursday, 20 September 2018

Dragonslayer by Matthew Lang

Why Fantasy?
I once said that I tend towards fantasy rather than Science Fiction because I felt it was easier to write magicbabble than technobabble. And while I stand by that statement, Science Fiction and Fantasy  or the broader umbrella term of Speculative Fiction is usually given a bad rap. It’s childish, we’re told. It’s escapist. It’s not dealing with the Real World™. It’s being overrun by women. That last one is hilarious, especially when it’s brought up in relation to Science Fiction given we largely owe the entire genre to Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, and to have sad miserable fanboys getting up in arms about their penises owning of a genre that was created by a woman is…well. The less said about them the better.

I don’t think I’ll ever know how much of the way mainstream culture writes off spec fic is due to the Satanic Panic of the 1980s, where things like Dungeons and Dragons were seen as the tools of the devil. I remember finding those Dark Dungeons comic strips and seriously wondering why someone with access to an actual Charm Person spell and the lack of ethics to use it freely would use it for something as lame as buying more D&D supplements. I mean, I know they’re not cheap, but being able to magically convince people to hand over their life savings is…something I may have to keep for another book. Hmm… plot bunnies. But anyway, the moral panic and derision of everything spec fic is what I grew up with, and I guess that didn’t change until The Lord of the Rings hit the big screen.

You may find the following track instructive as to how that felt. Or not. Really, it’s Tripod, so your mileage may vary. I’m told their humour is very Aussie. I think that just means that they swear a lot more than Americans would think is appropriate.

The thing that I’ve never forgotten, or perhaps never got past, is the way that people use spec fic to explore their own lives. It’s not about escaping from reality, it’s about looking at reality without real world tribalism getting in the way. It’s Terry Pratchett’s Jingo looking at the them vs. us war narrative that seems more relevant every year. It’s 2001: A Space Odyssey’s cautionary interrogation of science and Artificial Intelligence. It’s how John Scalzi’s Redshirts questions the sacrifice of nameless characters in the name of ‘drama’ and challenges us to write better. 

I did a musical in highschool once. It was an original work that we took to the Edinburgh Fringe festival on human rights. And the writer, my philosophy teacher said that it was funny. The first part of the show had to be funny. We had to be funny. Because when people laugh, they let their guard down. They’re more receptive to what you have to say. And that’s when you can hit them with something they might not otherwise want to think about. I feel that good spec fic does the same thing. It gives you the amazing, the fantastical and then asks questions about race, gender, sexuality, power, and sacrifice, amongst other things. It asks questions and poses us with problems not too dissimilar to those we face today and asks us whether we’re navigating them in the best way. In the fairest way. And we accept the lessons it teaches because it’s in a land of dragons and princesses and swordfights and magic. People always ask if writing is an escape. If fantasy is escapism. I always laugh at that. Fantasy is the place where you confront your demons. And then you run them through with your +1 longsword and send them back to the abyss and live your life, better than who you were before.

At least, that’s what I believe. And I hope one day to write something worthy of those beliefs. Whether or not I’ve succeeded, well. You be the judge.


Thank you for reading this post. It’s the second stop of my Dragonslayer Blog Tour and it’s been one more about the process of writing than anything else. You can find me next on Nicki J Markus’ blog on the 25th of September (release day!), where I’ll be releasing a historical story from the world of Dragonslayer, not previously released to the public. I hope to see you there.


A Twitterlight Story
Kill the dragon, marry the princess, and rule the kingdom. It’s a fantasy come true… if you’re straight.
Adam is a chemistry student and martial artist, active in his local chapter of the Society for Creative Anachronism. But none of that prepares him to be the savior of a faraway land locked in perpetual dusk.
In a world of shape-shifters, necromancy, and religious politics, Adam is fated to slay the golden dragon, Khalivibra, and defeat its mind-controlling sorcery to help Princess Esmeralda of Aergon retake her city. Tradition dictates he’ll rule by her side—but Adam is much more interested in Duin, a warrior who changes to beast form in the light of the sun… or fire.
Adam hopes he and Duin might end up together when their ordeal ends. But first, the reluctant hero, the spell-casting heir to the throne, the beast-shifting object of Adam’s desire, a six-legged cave lizard, and any allies they can gather must do the impossible… and live to celebrate their victory.

Wednesday, 19 September 2018

Giveaway: Butterfly Hunter trilogy by Julie Bozza


Check out the brand new covers for Julie Bozza's Butterfly Hunter Trilogy

Book Title: Butterfly Hunter

Author: Julie Bozza

Publisher: LIBRAtiger

Cover Artist: Gayna Murphy

Genre/s: MM romance 

Length: 57,000 words/165 pages

It is the first in a trilogy but is a standalone story.


The most beautiful things happen when you least expect them.

It started as a simple assignment for Aussie bush guide Dave Taylor – escort a lone Englishman in quest of an unknown species of butterfly. However Nicholas Goring is no ordinary tourist, his search is far from straightforward, and it’s starting to look as if the butterflies don’t want to be found. As Dave teaches Nicholas everything he needs to survive in the Outback he discovers that he too has quite a bit to learn – and that very often the best way to locate something really important is just not to want to find it…