Monday, July 13, 2015

Captive Mates - Violet Joicey-Cowen

Hi, everyone.

Thank you, Hennessee, for having me as a guest here today to celebrate the release of my book, Captive Mates. It is the fifth book in my Whithowe Forest Pack series and it came out on the 6th July over at Bookstrand.

To enter the giveaway, find the word of the day in this post, then head over to my blog (links below). At the bottom of the Captive Mates Blog Tour post there is a Rafflecopter link in blue, click on that and it will tell you all the ways to enter (some of which can be done daily).

The questions below might seem a bit random, and that’s because most of them are! They came from a huge list of questions I couldn’t decide between, so asked for numbers from my Facebook friends. Lol, it was as good a way as any to decide which ones to use J.
Now, on with the questions!

  1. Have you ever got sweet revenge on someone?
No, but I have seen karma in action! An ex of mine kept refusing to come pick his stuff up. Eventually I got sick of asking and bagged it all up and left it outside my house. It stayed there for weeks until it finally disappeared. I sent a text thanking him for finally getting around to it, only it hadn’t been him. There had been a charity van doing the rounds and thought I had left it out for collection. After laughing myself sick I called them and explained the mistake (it hadn’t been kerbside, but next to my house, with my driveway and gate between where it was left and where they should have collected from). They brought it back and he collected it the next day.

  1. : Have you ever cheated on a test?
No.

  1. : Do you prefer shopping on the high street or online?
Depends what I am shopping for I guess. I prefer shopping on the high street for clothes as I want to try them on before I buy and don’t want the hassle of having to send them back and making sure my money is refunded if they are not right.

  1. : Are you a bad loser?
In a competition? I play pool a lot and don’t really mind losing, but I do hate it when my opponent is all smug and arrogant about winning. I actually prefer to lose than win if the other person potted the black then the white went down too. But an argument? When I know I’m right? (Doesn’t everyone think that when they are having an argument?) Ooooh, I hate losing an argument!

  1. : Have you ever entered a talent contest?
No.

  1. : Do you dislike hairy people?
I have nothing against anyone, regardless of quantity of hair, lol.

  1. : What’s the farthest you’ve ever been on holiday?
Australia. As I live in the UK, that’s pretty far! I went on holiday there to visit family over Christmas and New Year when I was eighteen. Out turkey was cooked on a barbeque and i went for a walk on the beach half an hour after the New Year. There were some people having a bonfire a ways down the beach but apart from that I was alone. The stars were bright and I was perfectly warm in a strappy top and shorts. It was heaven.

  1. : Are you a gossip?
I like to keep up on everyone’s news, but I don’t talk about them behind their backs or gossip about people I don’t know.

9.               : What’s the word of the day?

Rework.

1        10.   : Lastly, tell us something that didn’t make it into the book.

The lion-shifter brothers, Solomon, Isaac, Noah, and Joseph, have rather complicated genetic histories. Isaac’s great-great-great-grandfather, Tollak Andersen, was born in Norway, near Stockholm and was a lynx-shifter. When he met a lion-shifter from Africa, the man held traces of a scent he knew was his mate, though it wasn’t the man himself. He left his home and travelled with the man around much of Europe before returning with the man to Africa and meeting the man’s youngest sister (also a lion-shifter), who was his mate. Despite being accepted by his mate and her brother, the woman’s parents were not as accepting of Tollak as a mate for their daughter because he wasn’t a lion-shifter. They didn’t want their bloodline “polluting”. The rest of the pride wasn’t either, so Tollak and his mate, along with her brother, left and ended up settling in Scotland. Tollak changed his surname from Andersen to the more British Anderson and his brother in law took the name, also. The lion-shifter genes from their great-great-great-grandmother and the blond, Nordic looks of her mate have stayed strong and true even though they have since only mated wildcat-shifters native to Scotland. The brothers had to be even more careful growing up and shifting in the UK than most shifters as their animals are neither native to the UK, nor can they be mistaken for anything else, unlike a wolf which could be taken for a dog. Generations after Tollak and his mate joined the pride, it was roughly a third lion-shifters, two thirds wildcat-shifters.

Blurb
When lion-shifter Isaac Anderson goes to help panther-shifters Ari Jones and Keiron Haller, not only does he get captured and imprisoned alongside them, but he also finds out something he never expected—he’s their third mate.

Keiron’s under pressure to mate elsewhere, Ari’s being beaten to force Keiron’s hand, and Isaac feels like he is floundering. The three unclaimed mates need to hold on long enough for rescue, in the form of Isaac’s pack, to arrive.

Even after they escape, danger follows and they have to fight to hold onto each other through that, memories of past trauma, and the effects of Keiron’s mysterious origins.
The three long to be free so they can settle down and live their lives together but will they get the chance, or will they always be captives? Will there always be something around the corner for them to fear?

Excerpt
Ari was woken by the sounds of a fight in the corridor. He recognised by now the sounds of fists hitting flesh with too much ease. Whoever was under attack sounded like he was giving back as good as he was getting. Ari turned a little and leaned up on his right elbow. He could hear more than a couple of people were involved in the scuffle, and grunts from several as they fought. Scents began to filter through the cracks around the door to him.

Mate! No, that’s not possible. Keiron is my mate and that isn’t him. The scent of whoever was out in the corridor was making his cat growling and lashing its tail inside him, urging him to go to them, to bite, to claim, and to defend. Someone was thrown against the door of his room and Ari jerked upright, ignoring the pains in his shoulder and the rest of his body. Then the fight stopped. Or at least whoever it was stopped fighting back, suddenly passive. A few more dull thuds and grunts sounded, and then a key slid into the door lock and turned. The three bolts were shot back and the door flung open. A man stumbled through, helped on his way by a hefty shove from one of the men now crowding into the doorway.

“Hey look, Ari, you have company!” They all laughed uproariously.

What’s funny about that? Ari thought, staring at the blond man who had fallen in a heap on the floor, trying not to look too interested in case they decided to put them in separate rooms. He couldn’t hold back a growl when Aaron swung his foot back and booted the man in the ribs. He silenced himself quickly and kept his gaze away from Aaron so the beta would not see the rage simmering there.

The blond on the floor stiffened and his head snapped up toward Ari, eyes wide and nostrils dilated. Ari felt a moment of panic that the guy would give something away to Aaron or one of the others. He realised this must have been the way Keiron felt all those months ago when he had laid eyes on Ari from his vantage point atop the building, a burning desire to go to him, but fear and worry about the consequences. The man lowered his head again and Ari breathed out slowly.

Aaron and his cronies left, closing the door and locking it behind them. The blond opened his mouth to speak, but Ari quickly held up a hand to keep him quiet for a few more moments. As soon as he could no longer hear footsteps moving away, he relaxed.

“Are you hurt badly?” he asked.

“Only my pride,” the man replied, with a rather pained grin. He winced, holding an arm to his ribs as he clambered to his feet. “I’m Isaac. You’re Ari?” At Ari’s nod, Isaac gave a dark laugh. “Of course you are. Well, I was supposed to be here to rescue you.” Isaac had an accent.

“Huh? How did you even know I was here? Are you English?”

“Yes, I am. It was Keiron. He got a message out to a member of my pack.” Ari had no idea how Keiron had managed that, but he hoped his mate was safe and hadn’t gotten caught doing something stupid.   Isaac was sniffing the air with a frown.

“Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but…are you my mate? Keiron said you were his mate in his message, but the way you smell… God, my lion is going nuts.”

“My panther, too. Keiron is my mate. I… He must be our mate. I can’t see fate making him and I mates, and you and I mates, without all three of us being mated to each other.” Ari felt weird discussing it like this. It all felt so clinical and rational.

“No wonder my lion has been so restless. He must have been picking up something from you both since I got here. I caught your scent properly when they had me outside in the corridor, stopped fighting back because I wanted in here where they were trying to put me.”

“And now we’re both screwed.” Ari gave him a wry grin. “You might as well come sit down.” He sat up properly and moved over making it obvious he wanted Isaac on the bed with him, not on the one across the room.

“Oh, don’t worry. As long as they don’t do us in in the next few days, my pack’ll come looking. Rescuing people is kind of what they do. I was an idiot to come on my own.” Isaac limped over and lowered himself gingerly to the bed. He sat close, and Ari could feel the warmth his body gave off. He could feel his blood heading toward his groin. Hmmm… maybe getting him to sit next to me was a bad idea. I mean, God knows he smells amazing, but we can’t do anything. Not without Keiron knowing. That would feel like betraying him. But, hell! I don’t know if I can stop myself from touching this guy.

“So why did you?” Focus. Must focus on the conversation.

Isaac shifted, next to him, then again. Ari looked down at where their arms were barely touching, his own brown skin against the pale, creaminess of Isaac’s. Looks good. Smells good. I’m so fucked. Then Isaac rose to his feet again and moved away from the bed. He hobbled over to the other cot and sat back down, looking at Ari dryly. “Sorry, no way I can concentrate if I sit next to you. All I want to do is push you back, rip your clothes off, and lick you from one end to the other.”

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Thank you again for having me here,

Violet. x

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Gay for Pay Blog Tour - TM Smith



Gay for Pay

An All Cocks story







Christopher Allan Roberts thought he had a promising future; Captain of the football team with the promise of a scholarship to play for Alabama. His high school sweetheart and best friend for as long as he could remember, Amanda, by his side, and the love and support of his family. One night, one mistake changed everything. Chris moves to New York, adrift and alone. A walk one night brings him to the flashing lights, loud music and thrumming bodies at club Berlin. A flyer in the men’s room promises fame and fortune for anyone willing to go on camera and have sex, with another man. Money is money, and how hard could it be, right?


Christopher Allan Roberts becomes Kris Alen, All Cocks newest addition, a gay for pay porn star. 


Lincoln Carter is honest with everyone in his life, including his family, about who he is and about his sexual preferences. Linc Larson, the openly bi-sexual gay porn star will do anything with anyone, which pretty much writes his ticket in a versatility charged industry. It’s not his sexuality that interferes with his personal life; it’s his inability to trust. 


What Linc wants right now, more than anything, is the chance to do a scene with All Cocks newest acquisition, Kris Alen. Six foot two with Auburn hair, an exquisitely toned and inked up body, Kris Alen is sex personified. Linc doesn’t know if it’s the “I want the shiny new toy” aspect that calls to him, or the distant and wounded expression that haunts Kris’s eyes. 


Linc figures out early on that Kris is only working the gay for pay angle that All Cocks brings to his bank account. Can a bi-sexual man with trust issues break down the barriers that Kris has built around himself and help Christopher overcome the painful past he is running from. 


Gay for Pay is a gay for you story about two men that will have to come to terms with the mistakes they made in their past, if they want to stick around and have a chance at a future.



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A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning Georgia; Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. She now calls Texas home from her small town on the outskirts of the DFW Metroplex. Most days you can find her curled up with her kindle and a good book alongside a glass of something aged and red or a steaming cup of coffee!

At 42 years young, she's decided to enter the next phase of her life by adding the title of "author" to her list of accomplishments that includes single mom of three disturbingly outspoken and decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Smith is and outspoken advocate for Autism and equal rights for the LGBTQ community.

Her Opposites series is based outside the normal parameters of social acceptability, examining a 'what if'... What If to be gay or lesbian were the norm? What if to be straight labeled you as an Opposite and made YOU the Outkast? Currently, Smith is working on a new series that is set within the world of online gay porn. 







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Sunday, July 5, 2015

Thinking Out Loud

I have been plagued recently with an over-active thinking mind. This, in turn, is getting in the way of my creative side. I'm not sure if I'm just an ass or just grew up in a different time. I came from a generation that respected their elders. I came from a family that just struggled to get by with integrity and honesty. Never do I remember my family teaching me to hate others because they were different. Not once do I remember hearing the type of bullshit in the media that I see today. Then again, we didn't have the internet, most times, we couldn't even afford to have a phone. 

I have entered a time where someone else wants to tell me what I should and shouldn't see. How I should and shouldn't feel.

I had older brothers, and they watched, religiously I might add, The Dukes of Hazzard. Funny thing about these 'good ol' boys', I don't recall the show ever spreading hate, discontent, or even encouraging as much. I do remember them fighting against the oppressive local law, that was determined to do them in, but I don't remember them doing anything but good for other people. They cared about family and friends, people they didn't even know. But they had a Confederate flag on the car! Different times people. If you view it as racist, fine, that's your right. I have a ten year old that is upset that she can't watch the show on TV Land. I'll tell ya what, I'd much rather her watch The Dukes of Hazzard than any of the crap on TV today. In that show, family matter, friends mattered, honesty mattered. I can't recall a single episode that even spouted one racial slur, and believe me, I've watched most all of them. 

My gripe about all this is simple...if you don't like it, don't watch it. Furthermore, if anything bothers you, don't watch it or do it. I sort of thought the Forth of July meant something. I thought the word, FREEDOM, meant something. Freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom to live as we see fit. Ummm, somebody missed the memo. This isn't about the damn Confederate flag, because it is irrelevant. My beef is deeper and goes way beyond it. The simple fact...we are being told what we can't and can't watch, what we can and can't do, what can and can't say. WTF? 

I am not proud of this county's heritage involving slavery. Of all the things that disgust me the most, enslaving people chills me to the bone. It makes me sick. I've read tales that will make you cry in the Slave Narratives the WPA published years ago. If you haven't read them, I suggest do so. People are people no matter their race or religion. 

What I'm saying is that the HATE in this county is out of control. I will not and cannot accept responsibility for acts people committed that came before me. Yes, it bothers me, it bothers me a lot, but I can't change it, nobody can. All we can do is go from today and be better people, be good to each other. We need to stop living in the past. WE CAN'T CHANGE IT! Again, all we can do is OVERCOME IT. All of us are just people, trying to make the best of life, raising our families, and wanting to be happy.

This brings me to my next complaint about the world. Let me illustrate. I seriously can't stand WWE wrestling. I'm watching TV and it comes on. Guess what? I turn the damn channel. Just because I don't like, doesn't mean that someone else doesn't. But I really freaking hate it. Should I shout out about it, in hopes that I can spread my hate, hoping that I can sway the feelings of others? Don't other people have the right to watch what they want? This brings me to crap on Facebook with images being reported. To the people responsible for doing this, GROW UP! Apparently, you're an adult. Change the damn channel! Unfollow the person, click, 'I'd rather not see this type of post', yes, you can do that. And who are you anyway? A representative for morals that don't exist anymore? Come on, I was having dinner with my kids the other night and commercial for erectile dysfunction came on. There is more nudity and crap on TV than Facebook. Grow up! You have the freedom to choose who you follow. Use it and stop reporting stuff that others may want to see. Just because it isn't your cup or tea, doesn't mean it isn't for someone else. Stop trying to dictate what others may want to see. It isn't your right to inhibit others. 

Oh, there's more. This country is made up of immigrants that stretch back to well, THE MAYFLOWER! Our country is comprised of various races, religions, and sexual orientation. Gay isn't a new phenomena that occurred in the last fifty or so years. People have been gay or indulged in gay sex since the beginning of time, which predates most and all, religions. If you don't want to be gay, DON'T. If you don't like smoking, don't do it. If you hate carnations, don't buy them. Come on!! What gives anyone the right to judge anyone else??? Did I mention I've studied ancient religions for years? Don't pick stuff out of the Bible that you like and try to use it to inhibit another person's happiness. Don't do it.


Matthew 7:1-3King James Version (KJV)
7 Judge not, that ye be not judged.
2 For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.

3 And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?

I do not follow any religion, even though I grew up attending a Free Will Baptist church. This scripture is for those 'holier than thou' and ought to make you consider the hate you are spreading. It isn't YOUR job to judge people. If you follow, like you should, you are to spread love, not hate. Just because you disagree, doesn't give you the right to inhibit another person's happiness. Again, if you don't like it, well, just mind your own business. Likely, the skeletons in your closet are begging to fall out. Unfollow, don't look, mind your own business, grow up!

To all those quitting their jobs where marriage licences are being given. GREAT! Someone else needs a job. And that's what your position is and was, a JOB. Moral compass aside, you were being paid to do a job, if you can't do said job, move on, someone else will happily take it.

To all the pastors out there who claimed and said publicly, I might add, that you would set fire to yourselves if gay marriage was passed. DO IT. I'm waiting. Put your money where your mouth is. Who are you? Why are you 'better' than anyone else in this country granted FREEDOM? If you don't like it, take your flock and bitch about it in your own congregation. I for one, don't want to hear it.

For me, I see the world and our existence in very simple terms. Life is an uphill battle. I don't know a person who hasn't struggled or hoped for a better life. I'm one of them. I grew up poor, but always strived to be better, to do better. All anyone wants, regardless of race, religion, or sexual orientation is to be happy. To find love, in spite of all the bullshit in the world is like winning the lottery. Be respectful to others. It may be your castle crumpling to the ground tomorrow.

All we should be doing, is seeking OUR own happiness, rather than dictating how others should find theirs. That's all I do, seek my own happiness, and try to encourage others to do what makes them happy. I'm struggling though, moving further back in my introverted shell. I don't like what this country is coming to. I despise the hate. I despise negativity. I just like to laugh and have fun. When I leave this world, lack of friends and all, I hope that the one thing people remember about me is that I liked to laugh and make others laugh. I hope to be remembered as a person that treated others equally and without prejudice. How many of you can claim the same?  Why would you want anything else?