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Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Blood, sweat AND leather? Hell yeah!



My story came from an inspiration from earlier in my life. I had had an infatuation for a man I had wanted to pursue for a relationship but was rejected because he felt I was too young for his tastes. I had thought that youth was always a plus when meeting other men so I was taken back a step toward introspection about age being a barrier in a relationship. It reminded me of the novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. I decided a couple of years ago to write a story about eternal youth and wisdom, combining it with mercy killing at the hands of benevolent vampires feeding on the homeless and ill, who are doomed to slow death. In my book, the vampires are the brethren of the living dead. Gabriel Tivoli is a man, one of the living dead, who reappears in Damien’s later life after he had rejected him for being too young several years before. But Damien Lieberman is obsessively trying to regain his youth, and still in love with his former boyfriend David Wilder. Gabriel offers Damien eternal youth, life and love. Damien’s decision is complicated by his indecision over David. This story is about the power and strength of love between two men who have compassion for those who are unfortunately destined for a miserable, painful path toward death. Damien’s compassion runs too deep for other men who he wants to bring into the brethren of the living dead. He jeopardizes not only his own life but that of Gabriel’s until he makes the solemn vow to love only Gabriel. I wanted to express how gay men dwell on youth and search for love yet find ways to appreciate the lives of people who have life threatening hardships and want to help them as much as they can.

Damien Liebermann has failed at love continuously, even after attempting to resurrect his latest relationship with David Wilder. He despises his aging appearance, gray hair on his chest, sideburns and mustache. Despite the spread of a new incurable disease, AIDS, he tries to move on, searching for a new man to love. He has moved back to his parent’s house after they were killed in an automobile accident. But Gabriel Tivoli, a man he pursued several years before, appears magically, walking on the top of the fence and jumping to the deck next to Damien. Gabriel’s appears young compared to Damien’s, despite their same age. During a powerful storm, Gabriel promises to restore Damien’s youthful appearance and give him eternal love. Infatuated with Gabriel again and the magic surrounding him, Damien fails to recognize Gabriel’s paranormal powers, when he comes through his window and bites him on his neck, indulging in a taste of his blood. Can he trust a man who rejected him before? And why does Gabriel disappear before dawn every day?  Why does he have to meet Gabriel in the nearby cemetery at midnight on Halloween, especially at the peak of the dangerous storm raging outside?

Excerpt
Damien fell limp in his hold, feeling Gabriel’s stiff cock through his leather pants. He wedged his tongue through Gabriel’s pursed lips.
Gabriel bit his tongue then sucked it into his mouth, tasting his blood, content… temporarily.
“Ouch! That hurt.” Damien withdrew.
“I’m sorry. I hunger for you. Until tomorrow night.” Gabriel jumped off the deck, almost flying, and disappeared.
“But there is a typhoon approaching.” Damien warned, but only the howling winds responded. “How do you fly through the air like that?”
Without an answer, he turned around. The lights illuminated the house once again. The power was back. He felt exhausted and returned to bed. Sleeping alone again. He fantasized about David, and then Gabriel, as the wind blew.

Damien’s thoughts took him back to that early morning in 1980 when he’d been out drinking and dancing with friends at the after-hours disco, Trucadero.  Damien had called Gabriel from the Balcony Bar. The local dive was crowded with men who partied all night, drinking cocktails. He studied every man. They appeared to be zombies, their mouths frozen in silence, eyes checking out the meat rack for prospective masculine mates. Feeling lost in a sinking ship, Damien desperately called Gabriel. There was no answer. That was the night he’d thought he lost Gabriel forever.

A gust of wind blew the shutters open in his bedroom, but Damien was too preoccupied with visions of Gabriel. He pictured him like he had seen him years before and again just now.
He was unaware that Gabriel lurked outside the window, withholding his thirst and desires, scheming for a moment to taste the man from his past. Gabriel removed a snuffbox from his leather trouser pocket. Upon opening the lid, he inhaled a powdered substance, held his breath momentarily, and then exhaled a fragrant cloud of smoke into the bedroom. As it settled upon Damien, Gabriel waited for that sign of hypnotized sleep to overtake his friend. Gabriel couldn’t hold back any longer as the smoke continued to settle down upon Damien. Gabriel climbed quietly through the window. He sat beside Damien, his nude body spread out on the bed without covers. He wanted him that moment more than ever. He inspected the man he’d rejected years before. He was older but retained the flavor that attracted him when they first met, a child-like innocence, asking questions honestly and blurting out his observations with no regret. He continued admiring him, a strong hunger building inside, a fire that scorched his heart, causing him to love this man forever. Leaning over his head, his hand reaching for Damien’s limp dick, he opened his mouth, gently biting him on the neck. Initially gorging on his human blood and then slowly sucking, his hand ceased massaging his now rock hard erection. Gabriel released his neck. I don’t want to kill him. He pressed the wound with his lips until it barely trickled. I want to suck your cock, but I’m afraid I might wake you. You may have powers I’m unaware of. Could I trust you after the past several years, suffering from other men’s rejections? And there’s still David. After kissing the wound on Damien’s neck, he vanished through the window, hoping his friend would meet him in the cemetery later the next night to consummate their mutual attraction.

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Friday, June 19, 2015

Unalloyed story continues



            In Blue Poppy Fields: a Rainbow Awards-acclaimed gay fantasy romantic suspense

For the second time in this Vampire Month, Carson has graciously given me an opportunity to come here and talk about my books. Just to recap, last time I spoke about Unalloyed Love, Books 1 and 2 in the Guardian Demon Series.
In Blue Poppy Fields Part 1 and Part 2 stem from Unalloyed Love. Partly from a murder and events it triggered in the life of an innocent man accused of the crime, and partly from the final words Belial's liege lord had for him at the end of Unalloyed Love.
I never can resist writing a good story, and the men in my tales send me an abundant stream of inspiration. In the name of love, they build and destroy, nurture and hurt, live and die – sometimes all of that in the course of one story. They can be both cruel and gentle, brutal and kind, fierce and fearful, open and restrained, good and evil, strong and vulnerable. As the series is epic in its scope, the main protagonists naturally reveal many shades of their souls and hearts.
It keeps me writing for them as with each tale I discover something new about them, and also about me. I don't force the tales to come to me, I listen to what my men are willing to tell me at any given moment, and I put that on paper. So, I'm the writer who's not driven by the calls for submissions or by currently trending themes. I write about what my men and me find important. The leitmotifs in my works are dominance and submission, self-discovery, love and forgiveness, death and rebirth, guilt and redemption. All that comes packed with intriguing plots that twist and turn from the beginning to the last page. But I won't lie – I'm as thrilled with external rewards as most authors are. So, I was overjoyed when In Blue Poppy Field Part 1 came as the second runner up in the LGBT erotica category of Rainbow Awards 2013. Though I wouldn't classify the book as erotica, I admit that there are plenty of sizzling hot scenes. But enough of talking about the novel. Let's take a peek inside:





In Blue Poppy Fields Part 1 book blurb:
A victim to another man’s cruelty, talented and beautiful theater actor Adhemar Lebeau learned not to trust and not to love anybody but himself. Falsely accused of his master’s murder, he has to accept assistance of mysterious Count Sanyi Arany to later discover that his savior is a vampire.
Forced both by a fatal illness and aftershocks of torture experienced during his unjust imprisonment, Adhemar agrees to the only possible cure. Rebirth.
Healed in body but not in mind, he guards his independence, free will and heart. He is not able to give love, only the fulfillment of lust.
Sanyi's remorse over an accidental death of his friend, and Adhemar's fame force them both out of Cibinium. Accompanied by their loyal man Vincent and five still alive blood-sacks, they set out for Sanyi's homelands.
But one of the blood-sacks, faecubi Comadreja, has no intention to perish under their fangs. When a vampire loves a faecubi, the former falls in eternal sleep, the latter thrives. And Comadreja plans to make the young vampires love him well before he robs them and their man of all life power.
A deadly game for survival begins.
In its course, Adhemar, Sanyi, and Vincent learn how much they can truly give to each other. The seemingly innocent boy who so involuntarily shares their brougham with them doesn't give anything to anyone, save death. But they don't know, and if he has it his way, they never shall.


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An excerpt:
With a soundless sigh, Adhemar's soul slipped back into the body. His eyelids fluttered once again. His tongue moved under Vincent's fingers, wanting, wanting, wanting the crimson flood. A jerk as his body drew the first immortal breath, and his left hand lashed out to grab Sanyi's arm. Good. The right would follow soon.
Smiling, Vincent pulled his digits out before they could get pierced by needle-sharp fangs growing fast where only dull teeth used to be, and turned his attention to Sanyi. To his beautiful and deadly charge who was still biting into Adhemar's neck, shredding the wound to a lacerated mess of torn flesh. Crawling on the bed to be closer to him, Vincent commanded, “Let go,” but wasn't heard. Once again his digits found a bloodied, ferocious mouth, and prized it open. Holding Sanyi's jaws apart, Vincent wrenched him off Adhemar's throat, repeating again and again, “It's Adhemar,” until the words finally sank into the vampire's mind and until his straining body sagged in Vincent's tight hold.
“Good, good, 'tis done, 'tis done, Sanyi,” Vincent whispered right into his ear, holding him close, feeling him tremble with guilt and pain.
Adhemar's fangs weren't gentle, Vincent could tell that much still before a first anguished moan leaked out of Sanyi's mouth. In agony of piercingly dull throes assaulting his wrist unknowingly and in shame of his earlier behavior. “Hush, it shan't take long. You've given him new life,” Vincent cooed, pressing his cheek to Sanyi's head, soothing and calming the vampire's memories. The blindfold of bloodlust that Sanyi had worn allowed him to do it. To lie for the sake of his both charges. He knew that without him there would have been just death without Rebirth, but it didn't matter. He didn't need the credit, but his Sanyi was desperate for it. And so Vincent lied without a tinge of shame, praising, crooning, encouraging him to hold on a little longer. Convincing him not to think of the other attempt. “You're his Sire, 'tis done, 'tis done,” he kept murmuring, feeling Sanyi's body pressing into his embrace in need for reassurance. He understood. No vampire should be made to Turn somebody so soon after his own Rebirth. Much less so soon after a failed attempt at the bloody act. But this time it was the only way. And he could only help Sanyi through the moment and through the flood of painful recollections.
Laborious breaths and growls as the two vampires worked their way through the Rebirth pangs mingled with his soothing whispers in a strange melody. In a mesmerizing melody permeating the darkness of the room. Vincent knew that Adhemar couldn't really hear him now, enthralled by his first feeding, but Sanyi could, and he kept murmuring to him softly, softly, softly.

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Enchanted? If yes, I'm glad you've read your way through to this point. Without more ado, here are the book blurbs for In Blue Poppy Fields Part 2.



In Blue Poppy Fields Part 2 book blurb:
Faecubi Comadreja was in no hurry to kill his two vampires and their man. He had found his private treasure cove in their household. Posing as their pleasure-boy, slowly draining Sanyi, he had relished the dangerous play for affection and vigor and life, certain that he would prevail in the end. Until the night when Adhemar met Belial.
To Comadreja's vast dismay and displeasure, a seed of affection is now budding between his stronger vampire and the insufferable demon. But letting Adhemar learn to love somebody other than him is not what Comadreja desires.
Jealousy and a sudden danger to his life lead him in alliance with Archangel Endingale. Determined to destroy feelings between Adhemar and Belial, resolved to bring his masters to final, endless sleep, he becomes a pawn in her own game.
A vicious spell is cast. Only the powers of love, loyalty, and devotion can shatter its deadly trap to pieces. Will they? Who perishes? Who thrives? And who sacrifices for the only belief worth fighting and dying for?

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I hope that you've enjoyed this peek into the world of the Guardian Demon Series. Thank you, Carson, for having me and In Blue Poppy Fields at your pl

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Me, myself and my vampire

When I started writing gay romance with an erotic edge I couldn’t think of characters better than a mix of gorgeous vampires and na├»ve but willing mortals. “My Vampire and I” started out as a short story but soon became a full length novel, and over time an eight part series. It was #1 on Amazon for several weeks and has been my bestselling novel over the years since its release.
I followed it up with My Vampire Lover, Duet in Blood, Blood Resurrection, Bound in Blood, Blood Lure, Blood Lust, and Blood Talisman, all of which were well received. In addition I have written some stand-alone vampire novellas, Halloween Angel, Blood Relations, Night Wing, Highland Vampire Vengeance and my latest release, The Vampire and the P.I.
Here is the blurb for My Vampire and I:


When young Roger Folsom attends a costume party thrown by friends for his twenty-fourth birthday he is immediately captivated by Marcus Verano, a handsome stranger masquerading as a vampire—except Marcus is the real thing. Spirited away to the vampire's mansion, Roger is introduced to a new life of unabashed luxury, fascinating stories—and hot sex. Everything is going just fine for Roger, until his new lover's old enemies show up seeking revenge—and Roger's blood.
Determined to save one another from the gruesome deaths planned for them, they embark on an adventure that takes them from the weirdness of West Hollywood to the wildness of a vampire's castle in the hills of Rome. Roger will be asked to make the ultimate sacrifice to remain a part of Marcus’ existence. Can love survive even death?
Excerpt: (edited)
Many years ago...
He lies in the vast, cold mausoleum that has been his resting place for hundreds of years... Marcus Lucius Verano, vampire. Time has neither ravaged his countenance nor his body. His pale, chiseled face is unlined; his black hair shows no sign of gray. He lies as though asleep; a young man in the prime of life—strong, virile, handsome... and deadly. Deadly, that is, to those who have sought to destroy him, and there have been few who’ve dared. Among those who love and admire him, he is renowned for his powers, his strength, his intelligence, and his beauty.
He has loved completely but once, and that love was taken from him in a heinous fashion—by one he will never forget, nor forgive, no matter how many centuries pass. In his death-like sleep, he dreams, not of revenge, but of redemption in the arms of one who would love him as no other ever has. He has a vision of such a one... but he must wait, for this one has not yet been born. Still, the face in his vision becomes tantalizingly clear to Marcus in his repose—young, fresh-faced, with golden hair, and laughing blue eyes, he moves through the vampire’s netherworld with a confidence born of unsullied youth.
The vampire awakes and rises from his bed of marble. As he strides from the mausoleum into the darkness of the night, the vision haunts him and will continue to do so for many years to come. But now he hungers for the lifeblood that will sustain him, and so he pushes from his mind all thoughts that would distract him from the hunt. His eyes scan the darkened streets; he waits and is rewarded by the sound of footsteps and a voice tipsily singing an old drinking song. He smiles and steps out in front of the man who looks up at him without fear. The vampire’s green eyes hold his in a calm and steady spell. He inclines his head slightly. “Good evening...”
“And to you, sir. Can I be of service?”
“You can indeed, sir... I need but a little of your blood...”
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West Hollywood: Present day.
Roger’s Birthday Party

Strange, isn’t it? One minute you’re surrounded by all your friends, yakking up a storm, then suddenly, as if by magic, everyone drifts off, and you’re left to sip your drink alone and stare vacantly around the room. Later, I discovered it was a kind of magic. Because, it was then that I saw him, standing outside on the patio, his eyes fixed on me, unwavering, unapologetic. Hot! He was my age or maybe just a couple of years older. Tall, dark—and gorgeous.
Why’s he out there? I wondered. Oh, maybe he’s a smoker… yuck. No sign of a cigarette though. As if propelled by some unseen force, almost as if someone had given me a good shove, I started walking towards him.  He was dressed in black, as befits a vampire.
It really was a very good costume—not at all cheap. Excellent cut on the tux—and the cape looked like heavy silk, fastened at his throat by a gold chain. The face above the chain was to die for—pale and interesting, I think my grandmother used to say.
Thick, black curly hair framed a face that was a lot more than merely interesting. If I said his skin was incandescent, it wouldn’t be enough. If I told you his eyes were like dark green emeralds, I wouldn’t be lying, just not saying enough. As for his mouth—wide, generous, full—it was all of those, yet to say that isn’t enough either. Even now, I can’t find the words to describe his beauty. His very real, dark beauty.
 For what seemed an eternity, we stared at one another, neither of us moving—just staring at one another, still and silent.
Then he smiled, showing perfect white teeth. “Good eeevening,” he said, his pearly whites almost glowing in the darkened patio.
Oh, he’s good, I thought—a great Lugosi impersonation.
“Hey…” I returned his smile with one I hoped was as enticing as his. “Why don’t you come on in… join the party?”
And, in an instant, he was by my side. I blinked into his green cat-like eyes, dizzied by his presence and intoxicated by the faintly exotic scent he exuded.
“How… how did you do that?” I stammered.
“Do what?” he purred, his voice low and husky.
“You… you didn’t walk in. You just were here. First you were out there. Then you were standing here, next to me…”
“Next to you. Where I belong.” He raised his glass, one I hadn’t seen until then, and clinked it gently against mine. “Happy Birthday, Roger. May I give you a kiss for your birthday?”
“Huh? A kiss…?” I was acting like some dumb, stage-struck queen. I looked up into his eyes. I had to look up—he was a good six two to my more modest, but compact, five ten. “Jeez, I’m sorry. You must think I’m some kind of hick.”
“Was that a yes?”
“Y… yes.”
He leaned forward and took my lips with his own. It was a gentle kiss at first. Just the meeting of flesh on flesh; soft, warm, full flesh, taking control of all my senses.
Oh my God, stop, please stop! I screamed in my mind as the make believe vampire kissed me. Stop, or I’ll make a fool of myself right here in the middle of this room. I’ll toss this glass away, the one I’m practically crushing to pieces in my hand right now. I’ll just throw it away, hold you in my arms, press my body to yours, rip that Armani tux of your hot body and let you fuck me right here in front of all these people. Yes, I will… yes I…”
He stepped back, his lips forming that perfect smile again.
“What happened?” I gasped.
“I kissed you.”
“I know… but it felt like so much more.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Would you care to step outside? It’s a little stuffy in here, don’t you think?”
Whatever and wherever, I thought, letting him steer me towards the patio door. Anywhere you want to go is just fine with me.

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