Tuesday, September 19, 2017

#Featured #Author Bronwyn Heeley - This Is Me - #Guest Post




This Is Me

I’ve never been good at the whole guest post thing. Like what are we meant to say? Am I meant to assume you know who the hell I am and then run with it? Give advice? I don’t know. So I thought I’ll go with the whole intro idea

I am Bronwyn Heeley, it’s the name I use for my romance writing. I plan, in the next year or so to debut as McGee for young adults. In both cases I am a multi-genre /sub-genre fiction author. Though sometime you have to label yourself accordingly, which makes me a romance author under the Heeley name. However I don’t really write romance. Well, yes, I write romance as in the falling in love part, but not the style which makes me an you’ll love or hate type of author. Fun for me, right. I’m plot driven and like to challenge myself with each new book I start writing.

I tend to write third past tense deep POV which is confusing as hell but I like the style and aren’t planning on changing it. However in my new work I’m heading for long novellas and novels as I think it’ll suit my writing a lot better. It took 3 years but I think I’ve finally managed to get to a point where I’m completely comfortable with myself as an author. Genre wise I tend to swing towards paranormal fantasy but I have a few contemporaries and science-fiction thrown in. I like creating words and the magic involved and I have many new paranormal series coming over the next couple of years.

But first we are going back in time.

When I first published I started with Moonlit Wolves which is a series that is rough as hell, lucky for me they are coming out of contract at the end of the year with eXtasybooks, and so I am already starting to rewrite them, completely, reorganise them and lengthen them. I’ve finish 2 of the 10 books being released next year and I’ll tell you the change is remarkable. But I guess you’ll only really know that unless you’ve read the original and I’m embarrassed enough about them that I hope you haven’t *que awkward chuckle*

Anyway, I know it’s a few months away until this one will be re-realeased and hell, you can still buy the original first 7 books on the extasy site, but I thought I’d share with you a fun unproofed excerpt of the first book in the newly defined Moonlit Wolves series

Introducing Forever with My Werewolf


Chapter One

“Where are we going?” Tim asked for the umpteen time as he was pulled through the thick trees in the bush surrounding Oberon. The bush rubbish was damp under his feet even though it hadn’t rained in a good month. The large roots of the trees were sticky with moss as the trunks towered over their heads. Tim knew if he looked behind he wouldn’t be able to see the road though they’d only just stepped into the tree line. The uniform came from tree farming even if this area was now considered national forest.
“Just for a walk in the woods.” Gene smiled something wicked in his eye.
“Woods, really?” Tim’s eyes narrowed as he looked back at Gene. Colin, his boyfriend’s fingers squeezed around his own as he guided him forwards.
Tim took a breath trying to get rid of the nerves eating away at his stomach. Something wasn’t quite right, but then it wasn’t all that unusual. These boys had a secret, and it seemed he might be finally learning. Only learning secrets wasn’t always a good thing, Tim knew that.
“Yeah? That’s what we are in,” Gene’s playful argumentative nature soothed Tim like nothing else could even if everything was still there.
“No, we are in the bush, woods are in other countries,” Tim replied automatically.
“Semitics.” Gene chuckled, but even that was slightly off.
Tim stumbled as Colin stopped without warning. There hadn’t even been a slowed down step like Colin had forgotten where they’d been going until suddenly he was there.
“This will do.” Colin took a deep breath; his fingers still wrapped tightly around Tim. He didn’t turn to look at him even when the rest of the group moved around them.
All up there were seven other people. These were also the same group that shared one three bedroom house. To say they were close was an understatement and it had taken Tim a long time to get used to the dynamic. Tim’s eyes were all for Colin, wide shoulders, thick neck, square jaw and floppy blonde hair. He looked larger like his personality was showing through and the hair on his jaw was thick, he needed a shave, but Tim quite liked the look of him. He was simply, trackies and a thin jumper, and flip-flops, in the bush, something else Tim had wondered about, but they brushed him off.  
“So are you ready for this?” Colin asked, his voice smooth and even, though there was an undercurrent like he’d been plugged into a wall socket and was just waiting to be turned on.
“For what, come on Colin you’re scaring me.”
“Come on, Tim,” Gene pipped up from the across the soggy needles from the pine trees littering the area. “Haven’t you always wanted to know what we get up to on the full moon?”
“I…” yes. Yes, he had always wondered, even pestered not only Colin but the rest of them on what they got up to on their annual camping trips. He’d not actually realised this was what they did, considering they’d not brought any camping equipment had definitely through him.
“There’s only one way to learn.” Kyle chuckled, it fell flat against the needles. He gripped the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head making Tim blush slightly and look away. Okay, that was even weirder, Tim had become very used to the fact that if he went to Colin’s house, he’d most likely run into a naked man, or two, hell one time he went over there are the whole house had decided it was naked movie night. Lots of flesh on display.
“Babe,” Colin's voice had Tim looking up. “It’s going to be okay.” But even Tim could see he was lying, but about what? About what they were about to tell him or was it more about if Tim would still stay with him when it was over?
“What’s going on Colin?” Tim put his hands up, cupping Colin’s face. Such a handsome face he had. Tim had always thought so. Square jaw, blonde stubble covering it, sharp blue eyes, white blonde hair. He was everything Tim had ever wanted, and he’d been crazy about him since the first time he’d seen him. Pulling Colin closer, Tim took his lips in a kiss he hoped spoke of love and reassurance. It wasn’t until he pulled back, blinking a few times that he realised Colin was naked. In fact that all were.
“Ah… guys, what’s going on?”
“We told you, Tim; you wouldn’t believe it unless we showed you.” James’ spoke in his typical serious tone that slowly turned into a pained growl as the moon shone a bright spot through the trees into the middle of their circle.
“I…” Tim swallowed hard at the sounds deep pants from all seven men around him, naked. Some of them curled in on themselves. Others backs bowed as the sound of socked popping and bones cracking. It was sicking and made his throat hurt.
And then something happened. Tim wasn’t certain as he couldn’t quite make his mind figure out what the hell was actually happening. They became bigger, so much bigger and hair sprouted out over their bodies. Nose becoming longer, turning it into a snot, yeah that’s what was happening, Colin was turning canine. But not like a wolf you’d find in the world, no he was looking more like something caught between Lupin in Harry Potter and a 1980’s movie version, except in full HD. Thick hind legs holding up a straggly body which seem to curl in on itself naturally. His ribs showed under flesh, no hair on his belly, his thighs were huge and sat out, keeping it up
Oh, fuck no…! Tim’s mind stuttered on itself, not knowing which way was up and what was down. No. No.
Screams filled the air, bouncing off the trees, but Tim could hear it, even though he was the one making the noise. He stood frozen, eyes flickering from one were—
“Oh shit.” His chest hurt from the rapped breathing. “Oh shit.” He was standing around in the middle of the beasts, of things out of a horror movie. Movies in which depicted them exactly how they were except this had better graphics. Because they were real. Standing there. Right in front of him, waiting for what? To catch his sent before they start the feeding frenzy?
Seven of them, there was seven beasts. Beast with a better name than that but one Tim was reluctant to actually put to mind. What if thinking it would make it real. What if it was real and he was really standing here in the midst of seven large growly werewolves!
Oh shit, tears pricked at his eyes as he squeaked in breath after breath. The one that took the place of Colin lifted its hand, thin, hairy and tipped with wicked claws.
Tim’s body moved. He stumbled backwards tripping over a log or root. But he kept on going, crab crawling without turning away from the beasts.
A mouth opened, sharp teeth caught the moonlight and Tim was done. His flight mode kicked it. Turning around he pulled himself off the ground without stopping, and he was off. He needed to get out of here, needed to get somewhere safe. He’d watched all the movies he could get his hands on; he loved werewolf movies. Loved everything about it, but what they all had in common was horror, and that was the fact that once they turned they ate, they took apart everyone and everything that was around them. Anything with a heartbeat and turned them into food. Realistically Tim should have thought about that, should have been able to see past the obvious panic his head was creating, but really fuck realism in the face of a fucking werewolf!
The edge of the bush came up quick, thick trees abruptly stopped and Tim stumbled down the steepish hill, dirt kicked up under his heels, roots pushed him further forwards, so he had no other hope then landing on the gravel road but with a hard bang, he was even lucky enough to slide a little which burned the heel of his hand, elbow and one knee. His heart was in his throat, and all he could do in that one moment was make sure his chin didn’t meet the same end. He was going to feel this in the morning.
The squealing of tires and he tried to stumble to his knees, he needed to get out of the way and yet he knew he wouldn’t be quick enough.
“Dude, you okay?” a male voice came from a distance.
“Ah,” Tim managed to say as he sat back on his heel. Looking towards the car he saw that they were actually a good foot or so away from him, three men had their head out the doors. There weren't any streetlights in this part, so he wasn’t sure what they looked like.
“Mate?”
“Ah, yeah.” Tim nodded, trying to turn his mind on as the stinging blazed brightly. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Why you out here?” the talker asked as he came around the car, the lights flickering as another walked into the beam.
Tim’s eyes flickered towards the trees. His heart beat hard, his stomach twisted hard.
The scrapping of boots on the road close to him had him turning back towards the men. They both looked to be in the mid to late twenties; they were rough looking, hard even. And Tim wanted to get away from them as much as he wanted to get away from the werewolves. One had dark hair and light skin, oddly so as if they never really got into the sun. The other was similar looking and yet very different, Tim would guess that came more from the shape of the face than anything else.
“Grab him!” the one who hadn’t spoken before, his eyes locked onto the tree line. “We need to get outta here before…Shit! Teddy, pick’im up!”
Tim and the talker—Teddy—eyes flickered towards the bush edge, both seeing the same thing, a line of werewolves, standing up on their hind legs, standing like some sort of horror movie, Children of the Corn kind of shit. Bright eyes watching a soft growl rumbling through the pack.
“Shit.” The talker spat out. Before Tim could do anything, he grabbed him by one arm and lifted him up off the ground.
The werewolf roared, sharp and to the point, it made everyone freeze, the two men, one holding Tim under the arms.
 “What fucking luck.” Talker – Teddy chuckled.
“Destiny.” Yet another voice said, this one deeper, menacing with its glee. “Teddy, knock’em out.”
Tim looked at the speaker, he was older by a lot, maybe even late fifties. He blinked, trying to understand everything that was happening, that he seemed to be in more danger with these people than the werewolves in the woods.
Guns started going off, the people from the car were shooting at the line of werewolves. All but one moved back into the protection of the tree. Tim watched as bullets dug in deep into the werewolf whose eyes were locked on Tim and then like a dream his eyesight dimmed and everything went away.


Colin screamed, he couldn’t help it, though in wolf form it turned into a howl that seemed to rip apart the night.
His mate.
His mate was taken.
His sides hurt, he could hardly breathe.
He needed to find his mate.
It was only the first night as a wolf. This one had him weaker then tomorrow night. Then the night afterwards he’d be in this state again.
He was weak.
His mate was missing.
He took a step, another, and another. Getting himself on the road, looking at the direction the van had gone.
His mate had gone.
He needed to follow. Needed to get him, bring him home.
He started to run, but it was slow. His side burned as pain laced through his body. His legs felt like jelly. But he had to go, had to get to his mate.
He—he...had to...
The road became the only thing he could see. His body hurt, he couldn’t get it to move. He needed to move. To get his mate. To bring him home where he was meant to be.
A howl went through the night, drenched in fear and hurt. Loneliness and grief. The sound of it alone would bring a tear to your eye.
More howls joined in, some close—werewolves. Others far away—dogs.

*remember this has not been through proof edits yet
©2017Bronwyn Heeley

This story is coming to you February 2018, I hope you’ll be looking forward to it as much as I am. I love getting back into this series and making it what it was always meant to be.

Bio time

I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours... da da da da dum, author of LGBT+ genre fiction author

Serious, I wanna know

Email me at beeheeley@gmail.com

Friday, September 15, 2017

#New #CoverReveal - Twirled World Ink - #gayromance

NEW COVER REVEAL
TWIRLED WORLD INK



I've been keeping a big secret, I had the amazing Reese Dante redesign the Twirled World Ink Covers for me. Reese did an outstanding job on bringing my Twirled World Guys to life.I'll be working on changing out old for new over the next week. 


Also, Twirled World Ink will be available in print soon!

Berzerker - Twirled World Ink 1


Welcome to Twirled World Ink where the crazies run the asylum.



The hum of a tattoo machine was Brian “Berzerker” Anderson’s favorite sound in the world. He’d won a coveted spot at Twirled World Ink with a legend in the business, Gib Phelps. Creating beauty with his large, scarred hands was his happy place—the place where he fit in the world. Although, nothing could remain perfect forever, his boyfriend of over a year decided to move on and up without him in tow. He had two choices, return to living with his friends and co-workers or take an offer too tempting to pass up.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

#Featured #Author #Guest Post- Jeff Erno - Do Imperfections Warrant Trigger Warnings?

Do Imperfections Warrant Trigger Warnings?

Over the years I’ve focused on improving my craft, portraying my characters as nuanced. I’ve tried to make the good guys less than perfect and the bad guys multi-dimensional so they don’t come across as cartoonish, mustache-twisting villains but as real people who possess both good and bad qualities. When I started writing back in my twenties, I was accused of lacking a subtlety of voice, and so this is something I’ve tried to develop. I don’t want my stories or my characters to be too “on point”.

Unfortunately, what some consider strong writing craft and good literature, others find off-putting. Layering a character, portraying him with a negative internal monologue or casting him as cynical in his attitude or world view, causes some readers to outright hate that character. And if a character lacks empathy or is unaware or unconcerned with the struggles of others, some readers become insulted or infuriated. If the thoughts and dialogue of the character run counter to the view of the reader, in some cases the reader becomes uncomfortable and even angry or hurt.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

#NewRelease Joker (Executioners 2) #MM #Romance

AVAILABLE NOW
JOKER
EXECUTIONERS 2


When I began the Executioners series. Ghost's book contained dark subject matter. Attempted Suicide. Self-Harm. Domestic Abuse. Off Page Rape. Harper deserved the best happily ever after that I could give her, with Joker that belief didn't change. His story was just as dark, but for different reasons. Jackson "Joker" Webb survived severe childhood trauma. I don't feel comfortable releasing the book without trigger warnings. 

When a book contains abuse themes I believe it's important to respect my reader's triggers whatever they may be. I have my own and I believe in being respectful with the subject matter. Joker suffers from PTSD and rage issues. Dem, the man I created for him, lives with a physical disability, again I dealt with these as carefully and respectfully as possible. I included the warning in the blurb, and it's not imperative that you read Joker in order to follow the series. With that said, I do hope that you give Joker and Dem a chance. They were two characters that I believe deserved to find each other and get the best happy ending I could write.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my books and the stories about characters who aren't flawless either mentally or physically. They deal with their hardships and their pasts as you or me. They struggle, they break, but in the end they find their way from the darkness and into the light.

Monday, August 7, 2017

#NewRelease Looking for Jesse by Lisa Worrall #MM #Romance

LOOKING FOR JESSE

by Lisa Worrall



Blurb:
Life is full of decisions and it’s the split-second ones that change your world forever.

Nick Shepherd made such a decision on the day his son, Jesse, was taken from a Christmas market in Naperville. The woman looked normal and had a son of her own, and he was only going to be a minute. But that minute was all she needed. His son was gone.

A year later, the task force is being downsized and they are no closer to finding Jesse than they were the day he disappeared. At his wits end, Nick is given a number and a name by the lead on the case.

Ex-detective Frank Ford has issues, several of them. Two steps shy of a full-blown alcoholic, all he wants is to bury himself in the bottle. He’s doing a pretty good job of it, too, when Nick Shepherd asks for his help. Does Ford want to help? No. Is Ford going to help? Hell no. Until four words resonate deep within him.

“She took my son!”

Monday, July 17, 2017

#NewRelease Ghost - J.M. Dabney #MF #Transgender #Romance

GHOST

EXECUTIONERS 1

AVAILABLE NOW


BLURB - 

Gideon Jane earned the name Ghost for his reclusive nature when he joined a group of guys in Powers, Georgia in a band called Executioners. It had been his way of settling into small town life after living in New York for the past twenty years. He loved the band and his small organic farm. What he didn’t love was being single, but it appeared it was his new reality. He didn’t want his ex back, although he did want something. What that was eluded him until the evening he walked into Nightingale’s Books.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

#Promo Post #NewRelease - Canute - Frey Ortega


Canute
(the Kindred Series)
by: Frey Ortega


An immortal soldier, tested in the fires of war…

In the aftermath of the attack on his brother and his family, Canute is coaxed into joining forces with another vampire family in the hopes of ending a long feud between two rivaling clans vying for control.

A false pretense…

Under the guise of a Kindred bond, Canute finds himself used as a pawn in some war he wants no part of. Angry, confused, and unable to trust himself, he loses his already tenuous control and becomes berserker, losing himself into the night.

Fighting with fear…

When Canute wakes up, he finds himself in the presence of a young man named Haru, who ends up being his true Kindred. Afraid that he’s still beguiled and unable to fully trust so soon after an immense betrayal, Canute has to fight past his fears and his weaknesses to accept his Kindred. Between immense betrayal and a war where no one can trust their judgment, can he learn to trust—and love—again?