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Look who I found! Tristram La Roche! (Okay, so he’s been tied up in the basement since January…ahem…)
Now you’re back in the daylight, Tris, tell me what’s afoot (wotchit…)
Tris: About twelve inches where I come from 😉 You knew I would say that, didn’t you? Well, something you may not know, I’ve re-released my first gay novella, On My Knees. New cover, slightly extended story, and – in my view – a bit spunkier.
Kiran: How would YOU categorise On My Knees?
Tris: You’re trying to drag me in to the old M/M row, aren’t you? You know already that the classification M/M annoys me. Too many readers of it expect a slushy romance with two guys – usually stereotypical – having a fling, falling out and finally, erm, coming together. Happy ever afters, happy for nows. This isn’t really what my writing is about. Just because the characters are gay doesn’t mean a story can’t be mainstream literature. I mean, who classifies Alan Hollinghurst as a writer of M/M? No one, of course. I’m not, by the way, claiming to be Alan Hollinghurst or that I write great literature, I’m far too modest for that. On My Knees is a fairly quick read – a novella rather than a novel – which I always wanted to be easily accessible to those men who are trapped in the wrong lifestyle, and those men and women who are not but want to understand something about that situation. So, in short, On My Knees is gay story about coming out. It is a romance in the sense that two people fall in love and try to make a go of it, against all odds. But don’t expect hearts, flowers and chocolates.
Kiran: What inspired you to write the story?
Tris: I needed the money. No, well, yes, I did, but really I wanted to give hope to all those gay men who are still too afraid to step outside their straight lifestyles. In this day and age there should be few of them, it is sad that there are any at all, but the recent debate on gay marriage shows how bigotry and prejudice still lurk in some of the halls of power. I had a difficult start to life, being brought up by narrow-minded and hate-filled parents. I didn’t fit in and never understood why until quite late in life. Coming out was a bit like stepping off a cliff without a parachute or rope, but I didn’t die – I found a better life. That’s what I want people to get out of On My Knees.
Kiran: When you get some feeling back in your fingers (sorry, might have tied the rope a bit tight…) will you be writing something new? If so will you continue to write romances?
Tris: The truthful answer is, I don’t know. I haven’t much time for writers who just keep churning out stories to make money when they have run out of things to say. The same old meaningless tripe with a few name and place changes. That is not for me. If I have nothing to say, I keep schtum. But I am sure that I will have something to say at some point and then I will write again. Whether or not it will be romance is beyond me at the moment. For sure, the main characters will be gay and have something to offer the reader. You see, why open a book if you know what – more or less – is in it? I wouldn’t, don’t, and I don’t expect my readers to pay good money (although very small money!) for that either. When my next book comes out I want them to say, “I can’t wait to see what this one is about”.
Kiran: You are possibly as sunny as I am dark – but you briefly wandered into the spooky side when you wrote the short story Love Lies Deep (Halloween Heat M/M anthology), and your eyes should have become accustomed to the gloom by now – are you tempted to write something touching on the more shadowy side of human nature?
Tris: Human nature is shadowy. I enjoyed writing Love Lies Deep and have toyed with a few ideas, yes. It might be that I come up with something for Halloween 2014, we’ll see. I really enjoy horror myself, film or book, and through my work so far discovered new and talented writers like Julia Kavan and Steve Emmett – and you of course!
On My Knees:
Mark’s life is in turmoil. Held together by alcohol and antidepressants, he ducks and dives through the war zone his marriage has become, and watches helplessly as his business spirals down the plug hole. After yet another blazing row with his wife he escapes to the gym, intending to work off steam – and the effects of too much wine – but a tall and very handsome stranger catches Mark’s eye. Feeling uncomfortable and weird, and in no hurry to return home, Mark agrees to a pint in the nearby pub. Before the night is out, Mark finally understands that he isn’t weird – he’s gay – and a new world opens up for him.
Novella circa 25,500 words.
Contains explicit gay sex scenes /group scenes.
London, May 9
“For Christ’s sake, Diana, will you stop your fucking nagging for once?”
I’d barely got through the door before the usual evening bust-up flared. All because I’d stopped by the wine bar on the way to the tube station for a few drinks. Just a foursome: Alex, the guy I shared an office with, and a couple of his mates who’d come up to town for a night in the West End. And me, of course. In any case, I’d long ago lost any eagerness to get home early. I used to count the minutes to home time then rush off to catch the train and get back to my wife. Things change. If we didn’t argue about one thing it was another, and since the row came guaranteed whatever I did, I’d started taking the view that I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. Jesus! That’s something I picked up from her – talking in clichés.
“You’re drinking too much.” Diana funnelled the words through pursed lips and frowned. “How much have you spent? Eh? Show me the bill.” She hurtled towards me and tried to dig my wallet from my jacket pocket.
“Get off,” I said, wrapping my arms around my body. Four grown men after work could drink a lot more than she would ever forgive. “You treat me like a child.”
“You behave like a child.” The neighbours would be able to hear her raised voice and I told her so. She craned forwards into a posture that would have been threatening if only she’d been nine inches taller. “You’re just…just…”
And I hated that, too. She did it all the time, start a sentence and leave it dangling in the air. “Just what?”
“You know very well. I didn’t marry an alcoholic,” she said, clenching and unclenching her fists by her side.
Alcoholic? I was not and never have been an alcoholic. A drunk, yes, but that’s different. “And I didn’t marry a nagging bitch.” Oh, I regretted it instantly. I threw my hands up in a gesture of peace. “Sorry, sorry. Please can we try to have a normal conversation?” She grabbed a knife off the kitchen work top and lashed out. I leaped back just in time. “You’re mad. Like your mother. You’re unhinged.” I struggled to hide the fear. For a little person she packed a punch when she wanted.
She lunged at me again, her unruly hair falling across her face. “Well, if I am, it’s you that’s driven me to it.” She missed. The knife flashed by my side and I brought my hand down on her arm, knocking the blade to the floor. She squeezed her wrist with her left hand and cursed.
“I’m sorry,” I said, reaching out to her. The love had gone but I had no wish to hurt her. “Here, let me look.” I took her hand but she snatched it away.
“Don’t you dare touch me.” She stamped on the floor and turned her back on me.
I couldn’t win. I knew it from previous experience. The best thing I could do was put space between us. I took my chance and bolted out of the kitchen door. We lived on the top two floors of a Victorian house in a duplex we’d bought together. From the central landing a dog leg stair led to the ground floor. As I rounded the turn in the stairs I heard her coming from the kitchen. I should have left it at that and just scarpered – but I didn’t. By then my blood boiled with anger so I shouted over my shoulder. “Well, if I am an alcoholic, you’ve driven me to it.”
“Oh, really? And where do you think you are going?”
“That’s just typical of you. Come back here and deal with it.”
But I had no intention of going back. Not then. I turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door into the shared hallway.
A stabbing pain shot through my shoulder. I toppled but managed to stay upright as a heavy dictionary fell to the floor with a thud. From above she hurled books down the stairwell, swiping them off the shelves to judge from the avalanche. I nipped across the hall and ran into the street, slamming the outer door behind me.
Even in the street I heard the thunder of her hooves coming down the stairs. I got into the car as fast as I could and locked the doors. I started the engine but didn’t manage to make my getaway before she appeared in the street, fists thrashing the air. She grabbed the driver’s door handle just as I accelerated. I didn’t look at her. I eased the car out of the space, hoping she would let go. Half-hoping that the wheel would crush her foot.
“Come back! Come back now!” She beat her fists on the window and I feared it might smash.
Clearly, she had no intention of letting up so I hit the accelerator. She leaped back out of the way as the engine purred and the car turned. As I went down the hill, I could see her in the mirror, standing in the middle of the road with her hands on her hips, shaking her head. Well, at least she was unhurt.
But then I faced another problem. Where to go? All of our friends lived on the other side of town and, considering I’d been drinking, I didn’t dare drive far. All I needed was to lose my licence and I’d be well and truly fucked. Then I remembered that my gym bag was in the boot. The gym was no more than a mile away, and the exercise would help my system break down the alcohol.
And work off the misery of another day in hell.
You can find Tris here:
My basement…what do you mean you won’t go back down there? *sighs* Okay, you can find him here:
Tristram has teamed up with Daniel deLoite to bring you On MyKnees along with a collection of Dan’s short fiction!
I’m not sure that I have a seductive stud for you, but I do have a seductive demon I’d like to share. Below is an excerpt from my M/M short story Bedevil, introducing Luka, a house guest with a difference…
The warning cry from the rusting gate ripped his senses awake, but his mind was slow to follow. All Luka was aware of at first was the agony of sound and the warm trickle of blood from his ears. His muscles stretched as he moved, tendons almost tearing from the bone as he unraveled his body from its fetal position. He wailed with the new pain—a feeble echo of the metal against metal outside. His first intake of breath rasped down his throat and burned into his lungs. He clamped his mouth shut and breathed in deeply through his nose. The house was different—the odor of dust and mold and damp was still there, but something else too. The protesting gate had heralded the arrival of new flesh. He could smell it.
A river of cold air flowed across his pain-wracked body, caressing his arms, his chest, his legs—the outside world finding a way through a crack in his prison and reawakening his nerve endings to remind him of what he had been without for so long.
Touch. Skin against skin. Breath on skin…
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Dianne: Hello! I’m glad you could make it. Come sit by me on the couch. Iced tea? Coffee? My name’s Dianne Hartsock, the author of the short story COSTUMES in the Halloween Heat Anthology.
*I motion to the young man in the chair across from us* This is my good friend Paul, the hero of my story, who’s kindly offered to talk about his terrifying experience in the attic. Paul, can you tell our guests a little about yourself?
Paul: *blushes at the word ‘hero’ and fiddles with his tie, looking adorable* Hi, I’m Paul, obviously. I’m a student at OSU working toward a journalism major with a minor in English Literature. Um… I live with my boyfriend Bennie in an apartment off campus.
Me: Thanks, Paul. *I sit back and take a sip of coffee, hoping to make him feel more relaxed* Are you ready to tell us what happened at Bennie’s aunt’s house? It sounds like it was frightening.
Paul: You could say that. *He looks at our guests and frowns, biting his lip*
Me: It’s okay. These are friends.
Paul: *nods but still looks uncertain. He clears his throat, takes a sip of water* Well, Bennie’s aunt passes away a few weeks ago and his mom asked him to go through her things before they had the estate sale. I’ve known Bennie’s family forever and wanted to help out. Besides, it would give us a chance to be alone, away from the noise of our apartment complex.
I wish now neither of us had gone. *Paul takes a hard breath and covers his face.*
Me: *I lean forward and touch his knee* It’s okay. I won’t make you go through it again. It’s all in the book. But I’d really like to know how you and Bennie are doing now.
Paul: *draws another deep breath and gives us a tentative smile* We’re good. Bennie doesn’t like to talk about it much. He thinks most of the bad stuff was a dream. He doesn’t want to believe he actually hurt me. And that’s fine with me. I wouldn’t hurt his gentle heart for all the world.
Me: And you?
Paul: I’m fine. Some nightmares. And sometimes I catch myself watching Bennie’s eyes, making sure…But I’m being stupid. Everything’s okay with us.
Me: Glad to hear it, honey. Thank you so much for sharing with us, Paul. I hope you and Bennie can put this frightening experience behind you. *I look at our guests* More tea?
Thank you Kiran for having me and Paul on your lovely site today and everyone for stopping by. You can read Paul and Bennie’s story in COSTUMES and you can find me at:
There’s a presence in the attic, malevolent, waiting. When Bennie’s aunt passes away he’s given the task of sorting her things before the estate sale. But the chore that should have been a pleasant visit to the past becomes a nightmare for him and his longtime lover, Paul, as the dark presence seeks a new home in them. Their once gentle and sensual love turns to a dark passion, hard and rough and hurtful. Paul sees the change, but will his love be strong enough to save them?
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“Oh my God, Paul! You gotta see this.”
Paul chuckled to himself and smiled fondly. He lowered his lashes, thinking of Bennie’s creativity in bed that morning. It took all his effort not to moan aloud as he recalled his lover’s lips on his body, sliding over his dick—
Paul had trouble tearing his eyes away from the stained glass window in the door. Such a strange door, set in the middle of the west wall of the attic, leading nowhere as far as he could tell. He tried the handle again. Locked. But unless there was a balcony he hadn’t noticed from the outside, one would step through it right into empty space.
He glanced across the room, through the dust motes, and caught his breath in sudden alarm. Sunlight streamed through the old glass of the window and splashed color over Bennie’s face: yellow, green, blue, with a slash of blood red across his tender throat.
Paul drew a troubled breath. “What is it, hon?”
Bennie waved him over, and the movement centered the splash of red over his heart. “Come see what’s in this trunk! Our old Halloween costumes.”
Paul swallowed the lump in his throat. He was being silly. The reflected light didn’t mean anything. Just because Bennie’s aunt had died in the house … He didn’t believe in ghosts. No fucking way. Still, he hurried to Bennie’s side and slipped an arm around his waist.
“Which ones?” he asked, looking down into the musty trunk.
“All of them, as far as I can tell.” Bennie started pulling out wigs and hats and scarves, a pirate shirt and a werewolf mask. “Remember this one?” he asked and giggled as he held up a pink tutu.
“Oh god, yes. I thought your father was going to have a seizure. What were we, ten?” Paul rubbed the frilly skirt between his fingers. He’d grown up in the house next to the Ramseys, and he and Bennie were as close as brothers. Closer, when at fourteen they discovered it was more fun to sleep in the same bed than separately.
Bennie flashed him a look, light blue eyes dancing with mischief. Paul’s heartbeat quickened. Bennie’s hair fell in reddish-blond ringlets around his pale face. A few freckles brushed his checks, and Paul bent his head and licked them. He’d teased Bennie as a child that he’d wash them away one day with his tongue. One night, in Paul’s room, Bennie had shown him where his other freckles were. Now he could never taste these without wanting the others.
Bennie quirked a brow. “Think it will still fit me?”
Halloween Heat 1 Paranormal M/M
Love Lies Deep by Tristram La Roche
Idle Hands by Reneé George
Costumes by Dianne Hartsock
Eden by Kiran Hunter
Set in Stone by Elin Gregory
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Tristram La Roche
Release Date October 5th 2012
…but not for much longer – the nights are drawing in (here in the UK) and things will be going bump in the night more often as Halloween approaches.
Coming soon from Etopia Press – just the thing to warm things up on a spooky winter’s evening – Halloween Heat… including my erotic short story – Eden!
Release date to be announced soon….
It was my love of ghost stories and tales of the supernatural that led me to find A Ghost of a Chance by Josh Lanyon… and I’m very happy to have the author in my clutches today (I will be gentle)!
Hello Josh, and many thanks for taking the time to answer a few questions.
Josh: Hi there, Kiran! Thanks very much for inviting me to your blog.
Kiran: As I said, I was drawn to A Ghost of a Chance because of my love of ghost stories. One of the things that inspired me to write Bedevil was a wonderfully spooky house that was buried behind shrubbery for years. Where did you get your inspiration to write A Ghost of a Chance?
Josh: I love ghost stories. I’d like to do more ghost stories to be honest. And of course at the heart of most ghost stories is a mystery — and I love mysteries even more than ghost stories.
Kiran: I have a real-life creepy tale or two to tell, and I’d love to sit down and have a chat with Rhys Davies about them. (I wouldn’t mind meeting Sam Devlin either :-))What are your views on parapsychology and ‘ghost-hunting’? Have you ever seen a ghost?
Josh: I’m open-minded. I believe there are all kinds of things we can’t know for sure, and what happens after death is one of them. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a ghost, but I’ve certainly had a few experiences I can’t explain.
Kiran: I gather you are taking a sabbatical from writing at the moment but… if an idea creeps up on you in the middle of the night will you be able to resist the temptation to write it?
Josh: I’m all in favour of jotting down notes as ideas occur to me. And I’m happy to say I don’t have a shortage of ideas so far.
Kiran: What kind of a writer are you normally? Impulsive or a planner?
Josh: A mix of both. I like to plan out longer works. Short stories and a lot of novellas mostly write themselves. In a manner of speaking. Granted, I’ve been doing this for a while now. I used to outline more.
Kiran: What made you start writing in the first place?
Josh: I’ve been writing since I was a kid, so I’m not exactly sure. Like everyone, I started out writing simply for my own pleasure — so maybe I started writing because our fantasies and dreams are more detailed and so feel more real when we put them onto paper.
Kiran: Can you remember how you felt when your first book was released? Were you excited or petrified?
Josh: I was just out of college. I remember riding a bus to work and sort of hugging the thought to myself, thinking I was probably the only published writer — a real author! — on board. Now days half the bus could be packed with writers.
Kiran: How do you feel now when a story is published? Does it get less nerve-wracking?
Josh: I’ve been doing this too long to find it nerve-wracking, but a new release is always exciting. It always feels like…score! At the same time there’s always an uncertainty as to how readers will respond to any given story. You just don’t know until you start hearing from readers. But the thing is, I give every story my best shot and so there’s a certain amount of comfort in that. Regardless of what people think of the work, you can’t do better than your best.
Kiran: A lot of emphasis is put on reviews these days (or so it seems). How big a part do you think a book’s rating plays in how well it sells?
Josh: I think the reviews matter, not the ratings. Just getting your work out there and talked about is what sells books. I don’t think readers even remember ratings unless they’re really extreme and/or the author has hysterics over them. But a reviewer writing enthusiastically about what she loved about a book, yes, that’s effective — just like if a friend tells you there’s a wonderful book you’ve got to read.
Kiran: Do you think we should write what we love and hope that readers who share that love will find us – or should we write for a specific market to be successful?
Josh: I think it depends on what you want from your writing career. A lot of writers aren’t honest with themselves. They say they don’t care about sales or popularity, but then they’re frustrated because no one is buying their books. I think for most of us we have to find a balance between what we want to write and what’s going to sell. We write for ourselves; we publish for others.
Kiran: Out of all of the books/stories you have written is there one character you relate to more than any other?
Josh: Probably Adrien English of the Adrien English series. That will come as no surprise to most people!
Kiran: What do you like to read? Are there any new authors grabbing your attention?
Josh: I’m reading a lot of non-fiction right now and I’m watching a lot of documentaries. I do have a ginormous TBR pile so I’m surprised I’m not reading more fiction right now. But maybe it makes sense that non fiction is more relaxing. When I read fiction, I do a lot of mental rewriting.
Kiran: What advice would you give someone like me, just starting out?
Josh: There is always, always going to room for another good writer. So take your time and make every book count. Don’t ever turn out anything less than your very best work. I hear a lot of people saying that the only important thing right now is to build a backlist as fast as possible, but that only works if you write books people want to read. You basically get one chance with a new reader. You don’t want that reader to pick up one of your weaker efforts and write off your entire backlist.
Thanks again for spending some time with me, Josh 🙂
Josh’s latest release is Green Glass Beads – Josh joins award-winning fantasy authors Ginn Hale, Nicole Kimberling and Astrid Amara for The Irregulars, an anthology of stories about a unique and secret international law enforcement agency.
To find out more about Josh Lanyon and discover more of his wonderful books, check out his website: www.joshlanyon.com
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KiranRecently unchained. Writes dark, supernatural and erotic fiction. Loves it on the dark side.
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