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Once again, please help me welcome my dear friend, historical romance author, Beverley Oakley to the Diva couch,

Jess

Hi everyone,

Yesterday, from my dad’s house in South Australia I watched the awful television footage of the Victorian fires encroach on my home town of Gisborne and the house round the corner go up in flames. At the time I didn’t know where my kids or husband were, so it was very frightening. Especially since I had no wifi or phone connection.

Anyway, all was well when I flew in, though the sky was thick with smoke and as I drove from the airport I could see both sides of the Calder Freeway disappear into fields of charcoal, a desolate wasteland as I drew closer to my home. Many people had evacuated but fortunately, unlike Black Saturday’s fires of 5 years ago, when 173 people burned to death, no one was caught by surprise. 

So, now to what’s occupying me at present. Yes! I have a new book out with Ellora’s Cave called Dangerous Gentlemen and I’m delighted to be a guest on Down Under Divas to talk a little bit about it. 

Regency London’s underbelly of vice and vermin is as fascinating to me as the glitz and glitter, and Dangerous Gentlemen, an erotic Regency intrigue, has a good dose of both. It’s about a viscount’s daughter who poses as a prostitute in order to save her life.

 

I love stories of mistaken identities, and there are plenty in this one. My heroine, Hetty, believes her life depends on pretending to be someone else, my hero is mistakenly believed to be a villain, while Hetty’s sister has her own little scheme up her sleeve, based on her own deception. (Believe me, beautiful Araminta is a real piece of work!)

So do read on. There’s plenty to whip up your indignation, horror and lustful fantasies with a guaranteed HEA (bearing in mind that my wonderful editor on the first round of structural edits demanded to know when she got to the last chapter: “BEVERLEY, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?” – but I’m happy to report all was happily resolved.

Here’s the blurb followed by an extract:

Sequel to Her Gilded Prison

Shy, self-effacing Henrietta knows her place—in her dazzling older sister’s shadow. She’s a little brown peahen to Araminta’s bird of paradise. But when Hetty mistakenly becomes embroiled in the Regency underworld, the innocent debutante finds herself shockingly compromised by the dashing, dangerous Sir Aubrey, the very gentleman her heart desires. And the man Araminta has in her cold, calculating sights.

Branded an enemy of the Crown, bitter over the loss of his wife, Sir Aubrey wants only to lose himself in the warm, willing body of the young “prostitute” Hetty. As he tutors her in the art of lovemaking, Aubrey is pleased to find Hetty not only an ardent student, but a bright, witty and charming companion.

Despite a spoiled Araminta plotting for a marriage offer and a powerful political enemy damaging his reputation, Aubrey may suffer the greatest betrayal at the hands of the little “concubine” who’s managed to breach the stony exterior of his heart.

A Romantica® historical Regency erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

And here’s the extract:

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please exit this site.

An Excerpt From: DANGEROUS GENTLEMEN

Copyright © BEVERLEY OAKLEY, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

This takes place during a ball when Hetty has nicked off to the mending room to nurse her wounds after her sister has been perfectly hateful. Here she meets a young lady in a similar state of dismal spirits.

Miss Hoskings, who declared she was not going to emerge from the mending room until the night was over, bade Hetty a gloomy farewell once Hetty’s skirt was mended but Hetty wasn’t sure she felt like reentering the ballroom either. The only person of any interest had left and she had no wish to endure Araminta’s preening self-satisfaction as she recounted her success with Sir Aubrey who, if he really were such a dangerous man, would consequently be of even greater interest to her sister, she supposed. No, Hetty had no chance.

“Make sure you turn the right way. The ’ouse is a fair rabbit warren of rooms and the gennulmen’s quarters that way.” The old crone stabbed a finger up the stairs to the left. “Even that Sir Aubrey what’s staying ’ere got hisself lost. Put ’is head in ’ere just afore you came to inquire as to which way was the lobby so he could order hisself a carriage.”

Miss Hoskings straightened, her look suddenly interested. “Sir Aubrey is a houseguest, I believe,” she said with a sharp look at Hetty. “Handsome gentleman, don’t you think? And with that unusual hair.”

Just the mere mention of him made Hetty’s heart leap. So Sir Aubrey’s room was just down the passage and up the stairs? She hesitated as the old seamstress closed the door behind her, plunging her into the gloom of the dimly lit corridor.

The stairs beckoned a short distance away.

What would be the harm in a quick look? No one would see her and she could always claim she’d lost her way. She’d be believed and besides, all the chambers would be empty since everyone was at the ball. The night was still young and no one would be returning yet.

Hetty, curious by nature, found this too tantalizing an opportunity to resist. With a furtive look around her, she hurried left and up the stairs, at which point two corridors at right angles disappeared into darkness. Choosing the one to the right, she found herself face-to-face with a series of closed doors.

Foolish, she chided herself. Of course they were closed and she could hardly open them. As she turned back toward the ballroom, a faint light shining from the crack beneath a door that was slightly ajar gleamed beckoningly.

With a furtive look over her shoulder, she approached it, and when she gave the door a little nudge with her foot, it swung open.

Excitement rippled through her.

“Hello?” she asked in a low voice. She took another step into the room. “Is anyone in here?”

Silence greeted her. A low fire burned in the grate before which was a table, against which were propped several items, including a familiar silver-topped cane. Her breath caught in her throat. The last time she’d seen that cane was when Sir Aubrey had exchanged several words with Araminta in the street as Hetty had been bringing up the rear with Mrs. Monks. Of course Sir Aubrey had not looked twice at her, excusing himself before having to be introduced to the younger sister and the chaperone who’d nearly closed the gap.

Heart hammering, Hetty closed the door behind her and went to pick up the cane.

How fortunate to have stumbled into Sir Aubrey’s room, she thought when she observed the fine coat lying upon the bed, apparently discarded in favor of what he was wearing tonight.

He really was a nonpareil, wearing his clothes as if they were an extension of his athletic physique.

Yet he was dangerous, she had to remind herself. Meaning she should not be here, which of course she shouldn’t, regardless of whether he was dangerous or not.

But how such a scion of good breeding and genteel society could be guilty of such a heinous crime as treason, Hetty could not imagine. And surely the story of the runaway wife was a gilded one. It was all the stuff of make-believe and Cousin Stephen was only telling Hetty he was dangerous to curb her schoolroom daydreams.

Turning, she saw half protruding from beneath the suit of clothes what appeared to be the edge of a silver, filigreed box. It was partly obscured by the overhang of the counterpane, as if it hadn’t properly been returned to its hiding place.

A moment’s indecision made her pause but soon Hetty was crouching on the floor, closing clammy fingers around the box. Might it contain secrets? Ones that would reveal, conclusively, what Cousin Stephen claimed was true?

Alternatively, proof that would exonerate Sir Aubrey?

Hetty fumbled for the catch. Dear Lord, this was too exciting for words. Perhaps Sir Aubrey was a secret agent working for the English, and Stephen had no idea.

Perhaps he was—

Protesting door hinges made her squeal as the door was flung wide. Hetty let the lid of the box fall and retreated into the shadows as Sir Aubrey strode into the room.

He was breathing heavily as he shrugged off his jacket with a curse, raindrops spattering into the hissing fire as he raked his fingers through his hair. A curious stillness overtook him and he froze, obviously sensing all was not as he left it.

He sniffed the air. “Orange flower water,” he muttered, stepping closer to the fire, fumbling for the tinderbox on the mantelpiece to light a candle.

Immediately he was thrown into sharp relief and as he stared at Hetty, it was not his look of shock and suspicion that made her scream—but the copious amounts of blood that stained his shirtsleeves and once snowy linen cravat.

“God Almighty, who are you?” he demanded as his gaze raked her finery. “You’re no parlor maid, that’s for certain.”

Gaping, unable to formulate a sensible answer, Hetty finally managed, “What happened to your arm, Sir Aubrey? Are you injured?”

“Sir Aubrey, is it? So you know who I am but you still haven’t told me who you are?” He grunted as he looked down at his arm, the bloodied linen shredded over the long graze. “It’s not as bad as it looks and I assure you, I gave a good account of myself.” His laugh was more a sneer. “Indeed, my assailant lies dead in the gutter.”

Hetty gasped. “Dueling?” Myriad questions crowded her mind. Could this be to do with Araminta? Had Sir Aubrey left Araminta in the middle of the ball to fight some other contender for her affections?

“Dueling?” he repeated. He shook his head and Hetty drew back at the coldness in his eyes. “There was nothing noble about my activities this evening. I was set upon in a dark alley. A short scuffle ensued, I drew my knife, then…” With his hand, he made a gesture like the slitting of his throat, adding, “I am slightly wounded but as I said, my attacker does not live to repeat the insult.”

Her horror clearly amused him, for his eyes narrowed while his generous mouth quirked. He looked like an incarnation of the most handsome demon she’d ever seen depicted in the fairy stories she loved to read.

“We all have enemies, madam. Enemies who must be eliminated if we are to breathe freely.”

 

Aubrey was enjoying the girl’s wide-eyed terror. No doubt she imagined he’d sliced the throat of a footpad, not the snarling, mangy cur who had leapt upon him as he’d been returning from his brief assignation to settle a gaming debt incurred by his favorite reprobate nephew.

Taking pity on her, he said reassuringly, “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.’ Her wide-eyed look as he removed first his jacket, then the bloodied shirt he tossed upon the bed before he rose to his full height, bare chested, afforded him the most amusement he’d had in a long time. “So, you’re the girl Madame Chambon sent?”

She simply stared at him and he nodded appraisingly as he sat on the bed and pulled off his boots. “You had me fooled for a moment. I thought you really were some innocent who’d lost her way in these catacombs.” Had he not been so jaded he might have been ashamed at the assessment in his tone when he added, “My faithful procuress threatened to one day surprise me—and that I’d not be able to tell the difference.” He chuckled and put out his hand. “Well, come into the light so I can see you better. After the god-awful night I’ve had, you might be just what I need. The retiring sort—for I’m sick to death of women who like to play games.”

Like that Miss Araminta Partington, he thought. Now didn’t she like to play games, with her speaking looks and half-whispered promises? Which wasn’t to say he hadn’t enjoyed his brief assignation with her in an antechamber behind the supper room. He’d been on his way out to settle his nephew’s wager when Miss Partington had waylaid him before proving extremely amenable to a kiss and a fondle. But of course that was as far as it could go and the throbbing of his engorged cock after that little encounter had been one good reason to slip unnoticed out of Lady Knox’s townhouse.

Unsatisfied desire had made him restless in every sense, and while he’d imagined a feisty coupling with whichever ladybird sent to him, this young lady’s contrived innocence was having a curious effect upon him. It would seem Madame Chambon had read him correctly, for even he hadn’t realized how tired he was of worldly sophistication.

“Yes, here.” He patted his knees. “No need to carry the pretense to quite such extremes. That’s right. I want you to sit on my lap so I can…observe you better.”

“Sit on your lap?” she squeaked as he tugged at her hand and her rounded bottom landed on his thighs.

He ran his hands over her contours appreciatively. She was rather a nice little thing with a familiarity that tugged at his memory. Plump and almost pretty. Not quite, but with that slightly gawkish look about her that indicated she was in transition to womanhood and might go either way—turn into a swan. Or not.

He rather fancied she had the makings of a beauty, though that didn’t concern him now since he had her only for one night. Madame Chambon would have sent her on approval. She seemed vaguely familiar. It was quite possible he’d seen the chit at the brothel and unconsciously dismissed her on account of the very reasons Madame Chambon had sent her—for her innocence and youth.

He ran his fingers through her fine light-brown curls and contoured her neck appreciatively, amused that she tensed as if this had never happened to her before. Well, if he liked her, he’d see her as often as he wished over the following month. By the time the abbess presented him with one of her exorbitant accounts, he’d know whether the girl gave value enough to continue the arrangement.

If she pleased him as much as his former mistress Jezebel had, Aubrey would indeed be seeing more of her. The next hour or so would tell.

“Oh sir!” she cried, jumping up as his hand came into contact with her breast. “What are you doing?”

He grinned as he tugged her back down and resettled her across his knees. “Madame Chambon has trained you well. Now I suppose you’ll tell me you’re a virgin.”

She nodded vigorously. “I am, sir. Indeed I am and—”

His scowl made her stiffen with apparent terror. Oh, she was good.

“Really?” He reached for the cutlass that had fallen from his belt and now lay at his feet. Idly he stroked the blade, stained with the dead dog’s blood, while he contemplated her. She was indulging in the charade perhaps a little too enthusiastically but then, as he narrowed his gaze and saw how frightened she really seemed, it occurred to him that every whore had to be broken in sometime and perhaps Madame Chambon had decided to play a little trick on him.

She’d told him he needed softening. That the effects of the opprobrium directed at him since poor Margaret’s death had stripped him of his humanity. Perhaps tonight was the time to cultivate his more tender side.

“A virgin?” Before, he’d spoken with blatant skepticism. Now he would allow that she could be telling the truth.

She nodded, her eyes riveted on the blade he was now using to clean his fingernails.

“So this will be your first time with a man?”

She drew in a trembling breath and repeated stupidly, “First time with a man?”

He tried not to sound irritated. There was only so much of the play-acting he could take. “Madame Chambon obviously selected you on account of your innocence. She knows my proclivities and that experience is my preference but I can be gentle. I won’t hurt you.” He grinned as he was struck by the responsibility of breaking in a virgin. One who would always remember her first time with him, no matter how many paying customers she serviced in her working life.

He licked his lips as he watched understanding dawn, adding as he traced the edge of her décolletage with his right forefinger, “In fact, I promise that you’ll quite enjoy the experience. God knows, you’re going to endure enough during your career, so you might as well start off on a good note. Now, shall we begin?”

AND NOW FOR THE VIDEO WHICH YOU CAN SEE HERE

Please drop by and visit me at my website or blog

Or twitter: @BeverleyOakley

And you can buy Dangerous Gentlemen here.

E.E. Montgomery–When the Path Becomes Clear

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Today I’d like to welcome our special guest, MM author E E Mongtomery. A native to Australia and my own adopted state of Queensland, E E has worked in several occupations before finding her passion in writing. A dedicated people watcher, E E finds stories everywhere. In a cafe, a cemetery, a book on space exploration, or on the news, there’ll be a story of personal growth, love, and unconditional acceptance there somewhere

Welcome E E!

When the path becomes clear..

I was with some friends on a dress-up picnic in a cemetery – you know, one of those very ordinary days. We’d each chosen a decade of the twentieth century, had to find a headstone from that decade and create a short story about the person who died. My decade was the forties and I was wearing an authentic 1940s fox stole, complete with five little foxes, tiny noses, ears and feet intact. Please don’t ever ask me to look directly at the stole or touch it with my bare hands. It creeps me out.

 I’d found a number of headstones from the 1940s but none of them resonated with me so I was just wandering around, reading all the inscriptions. I’d stopped in front of a tall headstone and had been staring at it for a while before I worked out why this particular headstone from 1915 grabbed me.

The epitaph was heart breaking. The young man who died had obviously been well-loved, but his headstone hadn’t been erected by his family. It had been placed there by ‘his loving friend’. A set of initials protected the identity of the friend.

So there I was, in the middle of a perfectly uneventful day and realization dropped on my head like a collapsing building.

The reason this man’s family had nothing to do with his death or interment, I decided, was because he was gay.

I had a friend in school who committed suicide after his father said he’d rather have no son than a gay son. I’ve spent years watching and trying to help adolescents struggle with their identity and the bullying that can occur when you seem a bit different. I’ve listened to parents virtuously claim they love their children unconditionally but won’t have them in the house until they decide to change their ways and have a ‘proper’ relationship with a woman (or man). I’ve been ready to scream at every bigoted arsehole I’ve met, but until that day in the cemetery I hadn’t worked out a constructive way to get my message across.

JustLikeaDateFinalSA week after my visit to the cemetery, I wrote my first M/M romance: Between Love and Honor, published by Dreamspinner Press. It doesn’t have a happy ending, but that didn’t matter to Dreamspinner Press. They loved the story and took it anyway. The sequel, The Courage to Love, which does have a happy ending, is due for publication with Dreamspinner Press in August/September this year.

 In between those two stories, I’ve written others that have also been published by Dreamspinner Press. Another short story, In Another Life, is scheduled for publication with Escape Publishing on 1 September this year. All of them have a message that self-acceptance and unconditional love are key to happiness.

I also write Science Fiction and one day in the not-too-distant future hope to be able to announce publication of my first SF novel. To see my published works, as well as some free short stories, visit my website: www.eemontgomery.com. I publish a new entry on my blog every Saturday at http://eemontomgery.blogspot.com.au, and you can find me on Facebook: Ewyn Elaine Montgomery.

Blurb: Just In Time

 

Sequel to Just Like a DateEEs Book
Just Life: Book Three

 

Mark Mendelson’s life is close to perfect: he has good friends, a successful business, and a solid reputation in the jewelry industry. He fought hard to get what he has after nearly losing it all fifteen years ago, when his then boyfriend, Cole Porter, stole his designs.

 

When a handsome man enters Mark’s store to request a commitment ring—a design Mark made specifically for Cole—Mark wants nothing to do with him. All he can think about is his rage at Cole’s betrayal, something he thought he’d dealt with long ago. But Mark’s would-be customer, Dr. Liam Watson, returns to the shop, thinking Mark might provide some answers. For years Liam has tried to convince his cousin Jon to leave Cole, who abuses him. As the relationship between Jon and Cole disintegrates, a fragile new one forms between Liam and Mark—but Mark can’t move on until he confronts Cole once and for all.

Thanks for posting with us today E E!

 

Tara Lain – writer of the Beautiful Boys of Romance

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RC ~ Today’s guest is Tara Lain. I was lucky enough to ‘meet’ Tara when we were both contracted by the same publishing house, Etopia Press. And each year at RT we manage to grab a few seconds to say hi in person. And I have to say she’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. Now you all get to meet her too! Take it away Tara!

 

Ready to Meet the Beautiful Boys of Romance?

Hi everyone. I’m Tara Lain and I write the Beautiful Boys of Romance. Thank you so much to the Down Under Divas for inviting me today to their MM romance celebration!  There’s some FREE goodies down at the bottom of this blog so be sure to check them out.

Yep, I write MM romance. Have you ever read one? I’m guessing many of you have but If not, you might want to give it a try. After all, the average reader of MM romance is a woman between 20 and 60. And most writers of MM romance are women. Surprising, huh?

I had never read M/M romance until a few years ago.  In fact, I didn’t even know that M/M fiction existed and, if I had known, it wouldn’t have occurred to me to read it. I didn’t own an e-reader so I bought my paperbacks from Amazon. But I did like erotic romance. I was reading a favorite  erotic romance author’s MF paranormal books and loved them, so I ordered another book of hers from Amazon without reading the blurb! Imagine my surprise when it arrived and was a M/M book. I started to read, kind of looking over my shoulder to be sure no one was watching!  I loved it and was totally hooked! I was writing my first novel at the time, a MF romance about an older female scientist who has a passion for her younger male research partner. I loved the dynamics of the MM so much, I added another man to the story and Genetic Attraction was born. It’s an award-winning MMF ménage. Then I had to go back and explain how the two men fell in love in The Scientist and the Supermodel. Just like that, I was a MM writer!

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Now I write my Beautiful Boys of Romance in all descriptions. One of my recent releases is a quirky, LGBT contemporary erotic romance called Hearts and Flour about the unlikely attraction between a vegan, raw-food fanatic and a cupcake baker.

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I currently have 17 published books, three more in various stages of contracting, and three works-in-progress. All but one have either gay or bisexual heroes. As you can tell, I’m thoroughly hooked on writing MM fiction. Here are a few things I’ve learned reading and writing male/male books:

  • Male/male books have fewer gender stereotypes. It’s not unusual in these books for both men to be hunky alphas, for one of them to be more effeminate but still very dominant, or any combination. My artist character in Fire Balls is tiny and effeminate but also a black belt in karate and a dominant in bed, while big, hunky JJ LaRousse in Snow Balls is more queen than quarterback.
  • If you are a female reader, you don’t have a woman in these books with whom you automatically identify so you get the experience of identifying with a man. And you get to choose which one or ones you most want to relate to.
  • If you’re a gay man reading a M/M book, you get to see your world imagined by someone who has no limitations of your real life constraining the fantasy. No “but that never happened to me so it can’t happen.” You get a bigger fantasy.
  • You get to see two men (or more if you read my books LOL) in love which is very cool. It’s not the same as women in love with men. It’s just not. Since, for many male couples, marriage and family isn’t yet the common practice (hope it will be soon), the relationship has to be about more than security or fulfilling family or societal expectations. There’s a “pure love” quality to MM romance which I find just irresistible.
  • Gay or bisexual men still bear huge burdens of discrimination so, even if those issues play a small role in the story, you get to admire the bravery of men who declare their love for each other.
  • Men can be just as sappy and emotional as women. I know. I read MM romances by male writers too.  The deeply felt emotions pour from the pages and the ever-after is just as happy.
  • And, of course, the simplest reason. If like me you adore men, then two is better!

I think authors of gay romance contribute to people’s understanding of the world and help us see, as Jambrea said, that sex is sex and love is love. I’ve had and continue to have many gay friends who have made my life better and I’m happy, in a small way,  to be able to pay that forward.

But all the serious stuff aside, if you own an ereader, you don’t even have to glance over your shoulder like I did to see who’s looking!  LOL I hope you’ll let some beautiful boys creep into your reading among those alpha males and feisty females.  Bet you’ll be a convert too.

I have a FREE read for you. Over at the MM Romance Group on Goodreads, you can download my newest release, Love You So Hard. This story was written to a prompt from a reader and here is the picture I used as inspiration!

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I also hope you’ll come over and check out my brand new website www.taralain.com . I just switched over to the new format, and hope you like it. Leave me a comment and let me know if you do.

Last but not least, leave me a comment with your email on this blog post and I’ll give one commenter an ebook copy of Hearts and Flour.

And don’t forget my next release is Cataclysmic Shift, a MM paranormal, and it’s out July 23rd!

Thanks so much for coming by! : )

 

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Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 20. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

 

Jambrea Jo Jones ~ Why I Love and Write M/M Romance

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The last week of June here at the Down Under Divas is dedicated to some of the most amazing, incredibly, talented m/m and m/m/f authors we Divas know. The GLBT genre is a powerful one and what better way to start this last week of GLBT writers than with Jambrea Jo Jones.

The Divas know Jambrea Jo Jones (aka JJJ) via International Heat You may know her via her hot hot hot m/m and m/m/f books. Don’t know who Jambrea is? It’s time to start….NOW!

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The wonderful world of m/m (man on man action)

Hello, my name is Jambrea Jo Jones and I love gay men. I love gay men in love. Okay, now that I feel like I’m standing up in an AA meeting I’ll tell you a little more.

I first found out about gay romance by winning a story written by Ally Blue. It was a good story so I thought I’d try reading another and picked up a TA Chase story. I was hooked. I loved seeing two men meet and fall in love. I can’t explain it, I just—love it. Of course that is reading gay romance. I never thought I’d write it. Or…um….watch gay porn. But I did and I do.

It started off innocently enough. I had a story about a brother and sister. She was in a predicament because of her brother. It was supposed to be because of who her brother was sleeping with. At first it was a girl, but the story wasn’t working so I gave him a boyfriend and boom! Story ready to be written. His book would be second and I’d written myself into a corner. It was an erotic romance so I would have to write about sex. What did I know about gay sex? Nothing. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I couldn’t even picture it. Hell, I had a hard time picturing straight sex  most of the time and I really didn’t watch straight porn. I don’t like it.  I put his story aside and wrote a sweet m/m romance called Runaway Man. Only real sweet thing about it was the lack of sex.

Then one of my publishers had a call about flowers and their meanings. At the time someone in my life had died and I had a strong feeling and needed to write a story. It’s called Heart Song and with that story I wrote my first sex scene. I had to explore and I asked around about where to find gay porn. I had no idea, like I said I didn’t even watch straight porn.

Boy it was fun finding sites and I never went back. I am proud to say that I LOVE GAY PORN. Lol  And in watching it found out that sex is sex just as love is love. I think that is the most important thing and I’ll say it again. Sex is sex just as love is love.

(Hottest cover EVER! ~ Lexx)

I mostly right gay romance now in about any genre—sci-fi, romantic suspense, contemporary and paranormal, even some horror. I’m willing to try anything once when it comes to writing because I also read just about anything.

Why write gay romance? I mean, I’m not gay, so why? It feels right and my characters are gay for the most part. If I tried to make them straight, I wouldn’t be able to write my stories. I think that is the way of most writers. If you force something in a story, it doesn’t flow. You need to go with what feels right for your people. Like I have a marine series—there might be a gay character in there, but the main guys that are getting a story? They aren’t gay. Same with my shifter series—well, I ended up with a main couple being gay, but that came along as I was writing the story, which happens to some great series. The Black Dagger Brotherhood by JR Ward, The Troubleshooters by Suzanne Brockmann, Hearts of Fame by Lexxie Couper and Because series ( I don’t know if it has an actual series name) by Mari Carr.

So is gay romance for you? Maybe not, just like with any book people will love them, like them or hate them and that just goes with what you like to read. Like I’m not big on inspirational romance, just isn’t my thing. Nothing wrong with that because there are plenty of books around for each of us.

Thank you to the Down Under Divas for having me on their blog and I hope you enjoyed my talk on gay romance. You can find me at www.jambrea.com or email me at anytime at binojo2@yahoo.com if you have any questions.

Welcome to the diva couch – Kelly (Smutty Kitty)

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If Blogger Week at the Divas must come to an end (*sigh*) at least it’s ending on a high. With the very wonderful, very lovable Kitty Kelly from The Smutty Kitty.

Kelly is another blogger who has become a very close and very dear friend of the Divas.

She’s also become a vital part of my writing life, and an integral part of my personal life. I would miss my daily texts with her horribly  if they ever stopped. (And now that Kelly has finally worked out there’s a time difference between Texas and Sydney, I’m enjoying her texts even more.)

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We love and adore this Kitty Cat, and welcome her to the Divas blog

Jess

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     Who is Kitty Kelly, and why Kitty?

When I started joining Yahoo groups to talk about these wonderfully smutty books I found I noticed there were a fair share of Kelly’s roaming around.  My email has been kittykelly28 since I was 12 and my mom always called me kitten, so my reader alter ego was born.  KittyKelly doesn’t hold back.  Lol  She doesn’t get embarrassed and has no problem showing you what’s under her tutu.  And when the ears are on, the filter is gone! 

Jess & Kelly

 

2)    How did you become involved in the wonderful world of romance books?

I’ve always loved reading.  I always participated in the summer book clubs at my library growing up and dominated them for that matter.  But after I finished the Harry Potter books there wasn’t anything that captured my interest.  Now this may come as a surprise but I had never even read a romance novel before.  The DVD of Twilight was about to come out and I thought it looked interesting.  I was discussing it with a coworker and she suggested I read the books.  She let me borrow all four of them.  4 days later I was begging for more to read. 

(Jess says: And there it is! Twilight.)

So she gave me Christine Feehan’s Carpathian series.  The Carpathians get a little dirty but nothing too much.  I started looking online for more books and came across the wonderful world of Amazon and the Kindle.  It took a while for me to actually get a kindle but thanks to the app on my phone I was able to get my first freebie-Regina in the Sun by R.G. Alexander.  I was amazed.  Authors write dirty books?  And I can read them?  I was hooked ever since.  I started joining Yahoo author groups and found out about RT and I’ve never looked back.  I love this world.  The readers are awesome.  The authors are so wonderful and generous.  I’ve made so many new friends that I would have never met had it not been for these books.  I’ve even become friends with so many of the authors I love (I certainly view all of the International Heat girls as my friends).  I wouldn’t trade anything in the world for this wonderful world of romance enthusiasts.  Well damn I got a little misty eyed there.  Lol

(Jess again: Kitty we all love you too. Just like we love this whole world of romance enthusiasts.)

Sami, Ive, and Jess RT 2011

3)    Tell us all about your blog.

It’s called The Smutty Kitty, and as the name implies I like my books on the smutty side.  I review, pimp, and host guests within all genres and heat levels.  I think reviewing is fun.  I like to talk about my books with friends so I thought why not type what I’m thinking for the whole world to see?  I have one rule and that’s that I do not post negative reviews.  There is so much negativity in the world I like to keep my blog a happy place where people can come read about a new book or author and win some awesome shit.  Heh, I made it all the way to question 3 before I cussed!  That might be a new record!  😉 

4)    Do you work alone or are others blogging/reviewing with/for you?

It used to just be me, but my EDJ and life was becoming a bit much for my growing blog so I put out a call a few weeks ago for some help.  I have such a wonderful following that I got quite the response.  I now have seven wonderful ladies (my Pride) helping me dig through my ever growing review pile.  I’ll be introducing them on my site over the next several weeks.

5)    Do you have preferred genres – you know books you gravitate to?

I really don’t.  Well other than I like my sex.  Lol  I love it all: paranormal, contemporary, sci-fi, BDSM, and just about anything else you throw at me.  I will give anything a try.  I think that is what helps keep me wanting more.  If I get tired of contemporary I just read a paranormal and flip flop back and forth.  With the changes in the romance market being flexible means I always have a steady flow of amazing books to read. 

Okay, now let’s have some fun…

1.     Name your celebrity free pass

Alexander Skarsgård AKA Eric Northman-back the F off he is MINE!!!!

(Jess says: Kitty, you know I love you. But don’t even try lay a finger on that man. Just…don’t.)

2.     Tell us about the worst day job you ever had

My time spent in retail was not exactly awesome.  Lol  But honestly I’ve been pretty lucky to never really hate any job I’ve had.  Did I enjoy it all the time? Hell no! But hate?  Ehh not really. 

3.     Describe your blog in 3 words

Amazeballs, Smutalicious, Meow

4.     If you won the lottery, what would be the first thing you’d buy for yourself?

A shit ton of corsets and tutus!!!!

(Jess intervenes: So, it seems Kitty’s given up altogether on the not cussing thing…)

5.     What food will you absolutely not eat?

There are so many things I won’t eat.  It would probably be easier to say what I will eat.  Lol

6.     Describe your favorite outfit

I kinda already did.  Lol  Here I’ll show you instead.

Kitty tutu

7.     What is your worst vice or habit?

OMG I have so many.  Lol I don’t think it’s a bad thing but I sing all the time.  Like seriously all the time.  I don’t even realize I’m doing it most of the time.  I only notice when other people point it out to me.  I also have a tendency to sing what I’m doing.  Like singing about getting dressed or cooking.  I’m just kidding about the cooking…I don’t do that.  Lol 

8.     As you’re typing the answers to these questions, what are you wearing? (That’s not a naughty question unless you have a dirty mind)

I should lie and say a corset and a tutu, but sadly I am in my paw print Jamie shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt.  It’s hot as hell here right now. 

9.     Do you prefer a hairy or smooth chest?

Smooth…I am not a fan of a hairy man.  He can have some but I’m gonna need him to trim it up if it’s more than a little. 

         Tattoos—love or hate?

LOVE Give me a man with tats and I am a happy girl.  I have three myself and I want more!  Stupid EDJ gets in the way of me having too many more though.

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You can contact Kitty Kelly through these links:

The Smutty Kitty Blog

Facebook

Twitter

CONTEST TIME

Kelly is running a contest – all you need to do is leave a comment about her blog or about your favorite place to visit on the net when you’re in the mood for romance, and she will pick two winners.

The prizes?

For peeps living inside the USA – a choice of book from her bookshelf (And she has AWESOME books!)

For peeps living outside of the USA – A $10 Amazon gift voucher.

Welcome to the Diva couch – Taryn (My Secret Romance)

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Please welcome Taryn from My Secret Romance to the Down Under Divas today.

We’re especially thrilled to have her because we thought she wouldn’t have time to blog here. Taryn is in the middle of moving across country, and frankly, we have no idea how she has time to breathe, never mind blog. (Seriously, perhaps we should call her blog Wonder Woman’s Secret Romance!)

Taryn’s blog is a feast for the eyes, and when you make your way over there after reading her post, beware. You might find yourself spending ages browsing!

Oh, and here is something you didn’t know about Taryn:

She held my fantasy in her arm.

Twice!

I kid you not. Read on to see what I mean.

Jess

Tell us about Taryn

Hmmm…I don’t know! Haha I hate talking about myself! I never know what to say! Let’s see….Taryn is a very short and small, but an opinionated chick. To be frank- I don’t beat around the bush. I have no time for that and say it like it is. Seriously. I’m just topping in at 5 feet and I have a big mouth. I’m actually very shy but won’t open up until I’m comfortable enough to. Though, you’d never know it through facebook. Everyone is pretty shocked when I say it. But it’s true. 

(Jess popping in to say: anyone else thinking about Dawn now? Remember? The blogger who described herself as quiet?)  😉

What else… I’ve been with my husband since I was 17. We met on the set of a music video actually where he played the boyfriend and I was a backup dancer. It’s true, I swear! We were married two years later and now have two boys. People see me and assume I’m 18 years old, and the older sister of my kids. It’s cool for the most part, but sometimes it can get annoying.

(Jess again: *Ahem* Where is the video???)

 

Tell us all about My Secret Romance Book Reviews – how it began, how it’s grown, what it’s all about.

It all started by chance really. See, I’m a horrible writer. I’ve always struggled with it. Not as in writing books or anything, just writing in general. I became an avid reader about five years ago and started reading reviews. I was so impressed by the reviews and wanted to write some, but also very intimated by them. The more I got to thinking the more I realized that the only way I’m going to get better is if I start writing. And so I did. A few months later, I wanted to start a blog to share all the books I love to read, but I didn’t have a name for it. I told my husband about the idea and asked for name suggestions. Tony said, “Taryn, you have sex with your books every night. How about My Secret Romance?” And so it stuck! Hahaha And that’s how My Secret Romance began.  

(Jess says: Taryn’s hubby sounds like a genius!)

As MSR grew, I realized I needed reviewers to help. So I put an add out. Long story short, I now have eight reviewers who are the best girls I could’ve asked for- Nadine, Lee Anne, Janna, Amanda, Crystal, Bridget, Alyssa, and Sophie. Some know them as “Taryn’s Girls” LOL Truthfully? I totally credit them for the reason why my blog is still going. Right now I’m in the process of moving from New York to Florida so my girls stepped up and took it over for me. I’m in shock really by how much they’re doing for the blog and helping. They do so much to contribute to the blog and I could never thank them enough for all that they do. My Secret Romance is not just my blog, but it’s their blog as well.

My Secret Romance is a very honest review blog. We don’t star rate books, but we will post any review for any book so long as there is no author bashing in it, which my girls know. I don’t believe in star rating on blogs and I don’t believe in only posting only reviews higher than three stars either. That’s not being honest to me. I feel like that tends to sway readers so I’d rather let them decide once reading a review.

How do you pick which books to review or authors to interview?

For the most part I’m pretty easy going. I want blogging to be fun-not stressful-for my girls so I let them decide what to read. When a review/tour request comes in, it will get posted in our review group and whoever wants to read it can. Sometimes when the review comes in, the author will request an interview or guest post. Or if after reading any book and we want to interview the author, we do. Really, I have no strict rules on my blog. Everything goes!

What was the first romance book you read, and how did your love for romance develop from there?

It’s funny, because before I started reading I hated sappy romance books and refused to read them! I like to say I was just young and dumb at the time and didn’t know what I was talking about!

It started because of Twilight actually.

(Jess again: Anyone else noticing a pattern with Twilight and bloggers?)

I was picking my kids up from school one day when a mother turned to ask me a question, mind you- I had like no friends because I’m so damn shy that I couldn’t open my mouth! One of the mothers said to me, “Have you read Twilight?” I said, “What’s Twilight?” She nearly threw the hardcover at my head and said read it. I remember looking at the book and telling her it’s going to take me a years to read a book that size. Needless to say, I finished it in two days. I loved it, but realized I need a more adult read (and sex!). So the first adult romance book was *I think* the Sookie Stackhouse series. Or it could have been the Black Dagger Brotherhood series. Or The Dark-Hunter series. I really can’t remember. When I found I actually liked to read, I started reading everything super fast and the time just started to blend together.

Do you have preferred genres – you know books you gravitate to?

Anything with romance for the most part! Oh, and hot sex too! J I do love reunion romances, cheating, and love triangles. Those are my favorite. If you asked me this four years ago I would’ve said only paranormal romance. Now it’s contemporary romance.

Rubs hands together Oh shit. This make me nervous!

You’ve told me you’re easy…now prove it.

Here are some fun questions for you to answer. The skies the limit with these. Feel free to say ANYTHING that comes to mind.

Your ideal threesome: You and…? To be quite honest, I’ve never, ever thought about this! Haha And that’s probably because my hubby can WORK IT BABY. For real. I’m not lying. Sometimes I feel like I went horseback riding bareback style afterward. Sometimes I even say… never mind.  Hey, you asked.

Your ideal MMM threesome? ^^^ see above.

The one person you would never say no to is…? (And yeah, I mean no to a hot night in bed—or out.) Hubby of course! He is the life of the party

If you could have a quiet dinner with one famous person, who would it be? Mariah Carey. I love her. I know, I know…people laugh when I say her, but I like her!

Heels or flats? I like both. I love to wear heels to go out, but I also like to drink when I got out and worry about falling! Haha No, no. I’m not a sloppy drinker. I just like to have fun, but those cracks in the sidewalk come out of nowhere!

Chocolates or crisps? Chocolate

Coffee or milkshakes? Coffee!!!!!!!!!!

Men or women? For what? To be president? Men. To cook? Woman.

Dogs or Cats? Cats

Your favorite romance book ever? Come on now. You know that’s not an easy question! If I had to pick, I’d say Lover Awakened by J.R. Ward. I love mean bastard heroes. The meaner the better for me.

Your favorite movie ever Dirty Dancing. Gahhh I love that movie!

Worst movie? I watched one with the hubs about a month ago but can’t remember the name for the life of me. I do remember thinking that I couldn’t believe I sat through the whole thing because it was that bad.

The most embarrassing moment of your life? Now why would I tell you that?

(Jess says: Coz these are the juicy details we need to know!) )

 Bill or Eric (and if you say “who?” I won’t be able to post the interview.)

LMAO!!!! 

Go ahead, eat your heart out!!!!

 

 

Oh, yes. TWICE!

*Jess just fainted with jealousy.*

(Does Taryn not know Eric is my not so secret fantasy?)

And on a lighter note…OMFG!!!!! You met Eric/Alexender Skarsgard? You touched him??? OMFG!

Maroon 5 or Jason Mraz Maroon 5!

Star Wars or Star Trek? Neither! I can’t stand either one.

Titanic or Terminator? Titanic

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Any Special links?

I’m a goodreads whore. I love that site- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/2724584-taryn-at-my-secret-romance

Blog- http://www.mysecretromancebookreviews.com/

Facebook-  https://www.facebook.com/MySecretRomance?ref=hl

Welcome to the Diva couch – Kat (The Book Tart)

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Day two of blogger week leads us straight to the utterly adorable and completely lovable Kat, otherwise known as The Book Tart.

When I invited Kat to blog with us, I figured she’d answer a few questions and that would be that. Boy, was I ever wrong. Kat grabbed hold of Daydreaming Dawn, and together the two of them have put on an extravaganza.

Here Dawn interviews Kat, but on Dawn and Kat’s blogs you’ll find them reading excerpts of the Divas’ books.

I’ve seen all the videos – and think they are awesome! Make sure to head on over to their blogs to see for yourself.

But for now, let me not prattle on anymore. Here’s Kat…

Jess

www.thebooktart.com

Pajama Party!

Dawn of Day Dreaming Book Reviews

interviews Kat, The Book Tart

(in bed!) 😉

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