Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Heart2Heart - A Charity Anthology - Blog Tour with Interview with Alison Hendricks and Giveaway


HEART 2 HEART ANTHOLOGY

May Archer * Charlie Cochet * Alison Hendricks * Sloane Kennedy *
Lucy Lennox * Ruthie Luhnow * Lily Morton * Chris Owen *
Poppy Dennison * Hailey Turner * A.E. Wasp


M/M ROMANCE

RELEASE DATE: 02.07.18


COVER DESIGN:  AngstyG/www.angstyg.com
ANTHOLOGY EDITOR:  Leslie Copeland



BLURB

Once upon a time, a bunch of authors wondered… What if a dating app that guaranteed you a love match broke down just in time for Valentine’s Day? What if you found yourself on a blind date with a random guy who might be your opposite in every single way? It could be a disaster. Or… When the code breaks down, fate just might take over.

Eleven of your favorite gay romance authors have joined forces to light up your Valentine’s Day with a collection of sweet, sexy, silly, and hot short stories, featuring a wacky cast of characters chosen from your reader suggestions! Morticians and magicians, superheroes and spies, lawyers and lobstermen, will all learn that love has nothing to do with algorithms… and sometimes you find it in the least-likely places.

And the best part? All proceeds from this collection will go to the authors’ favorite LGBTQ charities, to ensure that love in all its incarnations will be celebrated and protected every single day of the year!

It will only be available for 90 days, so Tuesday, May 8th will be the last time you can purchase this anthology.

Over 162k words total, contemporary MM romance



Alison Hendricks

The Professional Gamer and the Paranormal Photographer

Can you tell us a little bit about your characters?
Sure! The characters I chose are Lawrence and Allen. Lawrence is an out and proud professional gaymer who competes in tournaments and makes his living entertaining viewers on Twitch. Allen is a freelance photographer who's absolutely enamored with the Victorian era and the ghost photography taken (and fabricated) during that time.
In addition to their very different professions and interests, Lawrence is more of a skeptic, and Allen really isn't sure about the whole "playing games as a career" thing.
But deep down they're both sweet guys who are extremely passionate about the things (and people) they love.

The characters you had to choose from were readers’ submissions, correct? Were there any other characters you considered writing about before you chose this couple?
Honestly, as soon as I saw Lawrence and Allen, I knew I had to write their story.

How did you come to be involved in the Heart2Heart Anthology?
I recently hired Leslie Copeland as a beta reader, and she brought the project to my attention. I knew immediately it was something I wanted to be a part of, and I'm so honored to be able to contribute.

Have you ever been involved in a group project like this before? What were some of the challenges you had to face?
I've been a part of... I think four or five group projects so far? Ranging from a massive sale and cross-promotion event to a bundled anthology like this. Working with so many people can be challenging, but Leslie wrangled this project extremely well and everyone was so excited to be a part of this that it honestly went pretty flawlessly!

Is this something you'd like to be a part of again in the future?
Absolutely! I had a ton of fun and would love to explore more wacky prompts in the future.

You're donating the entire proceeds to charity - can you tell us more about where the money is going?
All proceeds are going to three LGBT charities: The Trevor Project, the Bisexual Resource Center, and one-n-ten.

The Trevor Project is a toll-free hotline that's available 24 hours a day, 365 days a year to provide a lifeline to young LGBT people who have nowhere else to turn.

The Bisexual Resource Center is an education and awareness program designed to make information about bisexuality more readily available in both queer and straight spaces.

And one-n-ten supports young queer people (ages 14-24) by helping to build up their self-esteem and self-acceptance in a safe, encouraging space.

Have you ever set someone else up on a blind date? If yes, how did it turn out?
I have not, and I'm not sure I would. I'd much rather introduce two people under less stressful terms and let them get to know each other before they decide if they want to date. (Not the most romantic answer, I know!)



EXCERPT

After dinner Lawrence and I return to the couch. He breaks out the newest Mario Kart and I'm pretty sure handicaps himself with a driver he doesn't normally play, because I actually manage to do okay. I don’t win, of course, but I at least finish the course and have a surprisingly good time playing.

That's mostly due to Lawrence himself, though. He just gets so into it. His eyes take on this intense sort of focus, he adopts this rigid stance, and yet all through it there's a big smile on his face.

He must feel me staring at him one round, because he snaps out of his laser-like focus and his eyes lock with mine.

Being the object of that look makes my whole body flush, a shiver running up my spine. He leans in and I meet him halfway, my lips pressing to his, my hand sliding up to his neck.

It starts off as sweet as the first kiss we shared, but it doesn't take long for it to go further. His tongue sweeps across my lip and I open for him this time, a soft sound catching in my throat as he enters.

I can feel us drifting closer to one another, my fingers pressing against him, urging him to bridge that distance. In moments we're sitting right next to each other on the couch, thighs pressed together as we continue to kiss.

Our makeout session stays in a pretty low gear for a while, and I'm completely fine with that. The more I kiss him, the drunker I feel, his lips and tongue and hands the best sort of intoxicant. He touches me like I'm something precious--not some delicate flower, but someone who matters more than an opportunity to get off. The way my chest clenches is dangerous, and I can already feel my heart making more of this than it needs to, but right now, I don't care.

We continue our slow exploration, giving and taking and meeting each other somewhere in the middle, our mouths learning what makes the other's breath quicken, our hands mapping out those sensitive areas no one thinks to touch.

And then Lawrence sucks my tongue into his mouth, and I lose my mind.

It's not that forward of a move, but something about it is so erotic to me, so sensual that I can feel myself starting to lose control. I give in to it, and instead of just staying beside him, pressed to him on the couch, I climb into his lap, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him with a renewed level of fervor.

He groans into my mouth, sparking that desire even more in me, and my hips start to rock against him. I can feel his bulge pressing back against me, telling me exactly how into this he is, and the last thing I want to do right now is stop.

But just as I'm about to slide my hands underneath his shirt and feel his bare skin underneath my aching fingers, I hear a shrill, rapid beeping sound from clear across the room.

My EMF reader is going crazy.




CHARITIES

We are pleased to be donating 100% of our proceeds to 3 wonderful charities:
Bisexual Resource Centre: http://biresource.org/

We encourage all readers to learn more about these groups and consider making a donation of your own. Every little bit helps.





BACKGROUND/TITLES

What began as a random idea quickly turned into a collaborative and completely voluntary effort from 11 authors, more than 130 readers, cover designer, 2 proofreaders, and one cat herder to keep it all together.

Readers were asked to submit ideas for characters, both typical and off-the-wall, and from that list, each author picked 2 seemingly mismatched guys and helped them find love.

May Archer - The Baker and the SEAL

Charlie Cochet - The Assassin and the Dog Walker

 Poppy Dennison - The Electrician and the Event Planner

Alison Hendricks  - The Professional Gamer and the Paranormal Photographer

Sloane Kennedy - The Florist and the Lawyer

Lucy Lennox - The Uber Drive and the Phone Sex Operator

Ruthie Luhnow - The Lawyer and the Lobsterman

Lily Morton  - The Tattoo Artist and the Writer

Chris Owen - The Criminal and the Sommelier

Hailey Turner - The Superhero and the NSA Agent

AE Wasp - The Magician and the Mortician



GIVEAWAY





Waking Oisin by Grace Kilian Delaney - Release Blitz with Excerpt and Giveaway



Title:  Waking Oisin
Author: Grace Kilian Delaney
Publisher:  NineStar Press
Release Date: February 26, 2018
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 62700
Genre: Contemporary, LGBT, contemporary, bisexual, gay, genderqueer, new adult, cross-dresser, college student, lawyer, age-gap, piercings & tattoos, dirty talk, toys, spanking, D/s dynamics, light kink, family drama, pets

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Synopsis



Oisin Harrison blames his fiancée’s distrust for ruining their relationship. He blames his father for pushing him into law school. But more than all that, he blames himself for letting other people’s expectations stop him from going after his dream. But dressing in drag with his best friend is the one thing Oisin refuses to compromise.

As Sin, he meets handsome Trenton Fisher, a man who appreciates Oisin’s cross-dressing. Trent upends his world by doing things to his body no one ever has, making him want more than just one night together. That is, until Oisin discovers his hot hookup works at his father’s law firm and is angling for a promotion.

To complicate things, Trent doesn’t seem to recognize Oisin out of drag. Or does he?

Will Oisin and Trent’s magnetic attraction grow to something deeper, or will it threaten to jeopardize their careers and futures?

Waking Oisin contains characters from Seven Minutes but can be read as a standalone.

Excerpt



Waking Oisin
Grace Killian Delaney © 2018
All Rights Reserved

Chapter One
Oisin Harrison

As I walked out of my last class of the day, the wretched feeling grew larger in my stomach, and if it weren’t for the cool January air, I might have puked. I’d failed my first project. My second semester at UNLV’s law school was not going well, and I’d be lucky if I made it through the next four months without getting kicked out.

My father had been disappointed with my decision to attend our home state’s college. Being the senior partner and founder of the most prestigious entertainment law firm, with locations in Las Vegas and Los Angeles, he’d had ridiculously high expectations for his youngest son. When he came home from LA on Friday, like he did every weekend, the news of my being on academic probation would be reported to him by one of his many acquaintances (aka babysitters) before I had an opportunity to plead my side, and a butt chewing would ensue.

I trudged back to my apartment where I found my best friend, Devon Thomson, in the parking lot getting out of his car. His makeup and short brown hair were flawless, and the stylish wrap coat he wore stopped just above his knees, leaving his calves exposed. The ease with which he expressed his femininity had always impressed me.

Devon picked up on my body language immediately. “You don’t look too happy.”

“I failed.” My chest tightened. I’d never failed at anything before. I’d survived an undergrad degree in Biological Sciences and graduated summa cum laude, but I had no heart for law. Lately, I had no heart for anything; I was a zombie masquerading among the living.

Devon hugged me. “It’s okay, Os. You’ll do better next time—you always do.”

That’s why I loved my friend. He was always a hundred and ten percent supportive and affectionate. I missed our nights making love to each other as FWB and hanging out with him like we used to before he met his boyfriend. Whenever he talked about his lover, he glowed with happiness. I’d never seen him so happy, so in love, and it made any nostalgic desires I had seem trivial.

He released me and a wicked grin spread across his lips. “I got something that might cheer you up.”

“I know that look, and it means trouble.” I laughed, and it seemed like it’d been an eternity since that sound had come from me. “I’m in.”

He clapped, his suede gloves dampening the sound. “We got invited to a record release party in Los Angeles next weekend, and I was thinking we could dress up like we used to? It’s been too long since we had some fun together.”

My heart swelled. Seemed I wasn’t the only one missing our together time. I should stay and study. Be a good little student. But what Devon offered was too tempting. Screw it. I was going to LA. “Sounds perfect.”

“Yay! I’ve got the best outfit for you. You’re gonna look so hot, you’ll be swatting off guys and girls.”

“I don’t know about that.” Sometimes I thought being bisexual was a blessing, other times a curse. The curse had happened last semester when my fiancée determined my bisexuality was a cover for being gay and that one day I’d leave her for a man. I protested. She left anyway.

“I do,” Devon affirmed, hooking his arm with mine and resting his head on my shoulder as we walked the few steps to my front door

“Who are you? Susie Sunshine?” I envied the confidence he had; it drew people to him. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt safe or confident in my own skin.

He brought his hands to his face, framing it like a sun’s rays. “Oh, you know me. Just a ray of light wherever I go.”

“Will Stone be there?” Mentioning his boyfriend’s name brightened his smile to megawatt proportions. I’d need sunglasses if he kept it up.

“Yep. And before you even ask—no, Matty will not be there.”

Matty. Stone’s bandmate, who’d brought me to his hotel room, kissed me, and then shoved me away. Last time I saw him, he apologized for leading me on. Alcohol made any hole look good until a hiccup of sobriety hit. Whatever. Matty had been my last attempt at getting laid, and that was so many months ago, I’d reinstated my virginity.

I let out a breath. “It won’t matter if he’s there, Dev. We’re good. He’s over it. I’m over it. It’s not like he’s the first person to reject me.” That sounded more pathetic than I’d intended. Time to change the topic. “Do you mind if we stop by Paws for Love before getting dinner? There’s someone I want to check in on.”

“Wouldn’t be one of those gorgeous redheaded veterinarians, would it?” Dev raised his perfectly arched eyebrows.

“Despite my crush on the twins, no. It’s a female of the four-legged variety—much too hairy. I found a dog, a black lab, with a damaged leg.”

Devon brushed my cheek with his gloved fingers. “You’re so sweet, you know that?”

The familiar touch set up an ache in my heart, but not because I wanted to be in a relationship with him. Devon and I had been there, done that, and decided we were better off friends.

“Being sweet has done nothing for me.”

“Ooh, you could get yourself a leather daddy, go all whips and chains. You know, be bad.” Devon tapped a finger against his lips, his gaze shifted upward in thought.

“Seriously?” I struggled with the lock to the lemon-yellow front door, fighting back the disturbing image.

Devon lightly pushed me out of the way and turned the key twice before it gave. He plopped the key into my hand without acknowledging his triumph over the stubborn lock. “Might loosen you up some.”

“Getting laid would loosen me up, never mind getting a leather daddy.” I shouldered the door and went inside.

“I think we’ve found a goal for our LA trip.” He rubbed his hands together.

I barked a laugh. “My dad always says it’s good to have goals.”

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Meet the Author

Grace Kilian Delaney resides in flammable Southern California where she spends the wee hours of the morning drinking coffee and writing. She identifies as genderfluid and pansexual, though both are recent labels, and a goal of hers is to create stories that include gay, bisexual, and genderfluid characters. When not writing, Grace composes music, pretends she’s an opera singer, plays piano, and practices yoga, though not all at the same time.

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