Amazon pre-order and QRI

Promise Me We’ll Be Okay is now available for preorder at Amazon as well as over at JMS Books, but if you pre-order it at JMS you’ll get 20% off…Just sayin’ 🙂

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I’ve also become a member at QueeRomance Ink. As a reader I love searching for books over at their site because you have all these different kinds of filters you can choose. Say I wanna read a particular trope, for example hurt/comfort which is one of my favorites. I definitely want a HEA so I choose that. I want a really romantic book, so I pick a high romance level, but maybe not so much sex so I choose heat level 2. And then I get a list of results that matches my preferences. Like this:

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So I decided I want to be a part of all that greatness and finally became a member. Click here to visit my author page at QueeRomance Ink.

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Release blitz and #giveaway: Loving Kit by L.M. Brown

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Book Title: Loving Kit
Author: L.M. Brown
Publisher: Fireborn Publishing
Cover Artist: Sheri McGathy
Genre/s: Romance, Sci-fi, MMM Menage, MPreg
Length: 87 500 words/235 pages

Blurb

Logan McRae never expected to see two aliens when he woke from cryogenic sleep. He has lost his ship and his people and he questions whether he has lost his mind. As he gets to know Halor and Kit he realises he might just lose his heart as well.

Logan expected to wake on the spacecraft Mercury, ready to pilot the ship down to New Earth. Instead he comes out of cryogenic stasis to find he is on another ship with two alien beings, neither of whom can understand anything he says. Unfortunately, they are all the help he has if he wants to find his people and resume his journey.

Kit doesn’t know what sort of creature he has accidentally purchased, but it is definitely male and isn’t so very different from him and his lover, Halor. The language barrier might be a problem, but Kit knows the language of love doesn’t always need words.

Prince Halor of the Hawk Clan has always been reluctant to expand his nest beyond himself and Kit, but it is obvious from the start that his feline lover is attracted to their unexpected guest. Halor will do anything to give Kit the happiness he deserves, even invite another man into their bed.

Logan has no idea that Kit isn’t quite like other men until their passion results in unexpected consequences. Now he must choose between his mission and the two men who have given him everything he ever wanted, as well as things he never dreamed of.

Excerpt

When Logan stepped out of the cubicle, the cat-man was waiting for him with a clean kilt, similar to the ones worn by them. Logan had never worn such a garment in his life, but it was clear this was the only alternative clothing available if he wanted his flight suit cleaned.

His decision made, his covered himself quickly, though not quickly enough to avoid the frank appraisal of his feline host, whose green eyes lingered just a little too long on his groin.

Logan had taken his share of lovers before leaving Earth, but he couldn’t recall ever being looked at quite like that. The feline licked his lips and made no effort to hide his stares.

During his time on the ship, Logan had watched the two lovers touch and kiss almost constantly whenever they were together in a room. He had seen the feline drop to his knees and suck the cock of the bird-man at least once a day. Late at night, when they had disappeared down the hatch, the sounds of their sexual activities echoed throughout the ship. Even if they hadn’t given him a show right there on the flight deck, Logan would have to have been blind and deaf not to have figured out their relationship was far more than that of shipmates.

Since he had been seeing far more than was decent, Logan had also noticed that their feline and bird-like features were combined with those of men. Fur and feathers may have replaced hair, their eyes may be those of birds and cats, but there was enough about the two of them to make it clear they were very much men, not so different from himself.

They were actually quite pleasant to look upon. The feline was adorably cute, with a mischievous grin that never failed to bring a smile to Logan’s lips. As for the bird, Logan not only admired his elegant beauty, he was in awe of his incredible strength.

Logan shivered at the want he saw in the eyes of the cat-man. He might not understand a word he said or even know his name, but the blatant sexual need in his gaze needed no translation.

The squawk of the bird-man alerted them to his presence. Logan jumped, feeling guilty, despite having done nothing to encourage the cat to stray.

The feline grinned and licked his lips again. He meowed and gestured to Logan’s dirty clothing. Logan hoped he was going to get them cleaned, not have them thrown away.

Logan stepped aside so the cat-man could pass him, only for him to run his clawed finger lightly along his chest, sending another wave of shivers down his spine.

As the cat-man passed his lover, the bird-man tapped his arse playfully, causing the feline to swipe at him with his tail. Logan could tell they were merely playing and relaxed a little. As long as the bird-man didn’t think he was trying to steal away his lover, things should be okay.

The feline vanished from sight and Logan stepped towards the door. That was when he realised the cat-man wasn’t the only one who apparently admired his human body. The bird-man halted his progress with a hand on his chest, which turned into a soft caress, running over his abdomen and down to the front of his kilt.

Logan couldn’t have stopped his body reacting if his life had depended on it.

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L.M. Brown is an English writer of gay romances. She believes that there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other… unless it is three.

When L.M. Brown isn’t bribing her fur babies for control of the laptop, she can usually be found with her nose in a book.

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It will start from the 19th February 2018 and run until midnight GMT on 3rd March with the winner being chosen on Sunday 4th March 2018.

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Happy Sunday, everyone, I hope your week has been good. Mine has been much better than last week: my dad is finally home from the hospital, and I think the flu I caught four weeks ago has finally let go of me completely. I’ve got my energy back, yay!

Friday and Saturday was Chinese New Year, but the festivities are not over but will go on for two weeks or so, and I hope to catch a Lion Dance.  If I’m lucky we’ll have performers here at my condo, and if we do, I’ll post a picture.

Enough of that, now it’s time for this week’s review. Like I said in this post, I planned on reading one of the stories in the 2017 Top Ten Gay Romance anthology, and I loved it so much I decided to review it.

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Beau and the Beast by Rick R. Reed

Beau is a down-on-his-luck street artist living on the streets of Seattle. One rainy night, he is accosted by a group of fag-bashing thugs, intent on robbing him of his art supplies and humiliating Beau for who he is. Beau is beaten into unconsciousness … 

… And awakens in a bedroom, head bandaged, with no memory of how he got there. Outside his window pine trees and mountain vistas beckon. 

Beau’s tale grows more mysterious when a large, muscular man begins bringing Beau his food. The man says nothing — and wears a wolf mask. When he finally does speak, it’s only to tell Beau to call him “Beast.” 

What secrets does the mask hide? What do these two outsiders have in common? And will their odd circumstances bring them to the brink of love — or rip them apart? Inspired by the timeless fairy tale, this is a haunting love story that reveals that beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder.

This is a retelling of Beauty and the Beast, and normally I’m not a big fan of fairy tale retellings. In general, I prefer original stories – even though I’ve been known to watch a movie remake or two. But I liked the sound of the blurb, and I’m a fan of Rick R. Reed’s writing, so I thought I’d give it a chance.

I’m glad I did. And this also teaches me a lesson that I need to take more chances with my reading! 😁

The characters in the story are great. Beau is an artist and he has been told many times by the person he’s painted that it’s like he can see into their souls and paint their true selves. This makes for a believable premise for when he meets Beast, and how Beau so easily sees beyond his scarred face.

Beast himself is the gentle giant type, a really sensitive guy who’s trying to hide his hurt behind a mask (literal and metaphorical). But when Beau sees him, he’s touched. And scared for his heart.

This book contains lightning-fast insta-love, but since this is a fairy tale, I have no problem with that…not that I usually do 😁

I really like the setting, and how Rick Reed has managed to juxtapose the modern Seattle with a gay neighborhood and Vietnamese Pho places, with the fairy tale quality of the Beast’s mansion. The reader is told that Beast lives outside of Seattle, but it feels like Beau ended up in a magical land with beautiful settings and starry skies, which helps the fairy tale feeling in this otherwise contemporary story.

The original Beauty and the Beast is a horrid fairy tale (like most old stories are), but this is a lovely adaptation. No one is being forced, no one is kept against their will. It’s simply a story about a man who is able to see that real beauty is so much more than what the eye can see. I wish real life was like that. ❤️

Five magical stars and one more reason (if you need one) to buy the 2017 Top Ten Gay Romance anthology. 😁

Release blitz and #giveaway: Hearts & Health vol 1, by DJ Jamison

 

 
Blurb
 

Three full-length novels in a m/m romance series have been boxed up for one price! Sexy nurses with trust issues, overconfident doctors coping with reality checks, and hard-working students come together to find their hearts and health in small-town Kansas.

Heart Trouble (Book #1)
Fresh off his latest heartbreak, nurse Ben Griggs is wary when one of his patients shows an interest in him — especially when that patient showed up in the ER after a motorcycle accident. Ben isn’t the kind of guy who can hold the interest of an adrenaline junkie like Gage Evans for long. If he can’t find a way to trust Gage with his heart, they may be destined to have a fling that goes nowhere.

Bedside Manner (Book #2)
Dr. Paul Johnston can’t get a set of dark, somber eyes out of his head, and the timing couldn’t be worse. Zane Kavanaugh came through the ER, a victim of a hate-fueled assault, and Paul can’t forget him. But under review after a complaint, he also can’t afford to fall for a patient. Paul is afraid to start a relationship, and Zane can only handle so much more rejection. Paul may have to make a choice: His career or the first man to capture his heart.

Urgent Care (Book #3)
Dr. Trent Cavendish made a huge mistake when he walked away from the love of his life at age 18. When his best friend suddenly dies 12 years later, it rattles Trent into seeing how empty his life has become. He returns to his hometown, hoping to make amends to the man he left behind. Instead of the sweet but tame guy he remembers, Trent runs into a smoking-hot Xavier James dressed in bits of lace and silk at a gay nightclub. His plan to earn Xavier’s forgiveness immediately shifts to lust, and love’s not far behind.

Each of these books was previously published individually as part of the Hearts and Health series.

 

Excerpt from Book 1, Heart Trouble
The man had done a real number on himself. Angry scrapes covered his leg, and he was going to need sutures in two places. But everything looked clean and disinfected, so he reattached the bandage and slid the sheet up.

A smile tugged at his lips when, in the process, he glimpsed tight orange briefs under Gage’s hospital gown. Interesting underwear choice. This guy has a bit of flair.

“Is the leg your only damage?”

Gage chuckled, and Ben’s eyes shot up to his face. His lips smirked as he replied. “That’s debatable. What kind of damage are we talking: mental, emotional or physical?”

Ben laughed. “I only deal with the physical, honey.”

Gage’s smile widened, and Ben realized how that sounded. He hurried to get the conversation back on track. Flirting with patients was not ordinarily something he did, and he especially didn’t need to flirt with a biker. Despite what he’d said to Tripp, he was in no hurry to be another guy’s fuck buddy until he got bored.

“What I meant was, that jacket is looking abused. Do you have any other injuries?”

Even as he asked, Ben grabbed the chart to skim over the details once more. Not that he didn’t trust the patient, but he wanted to be sure he knew what had been detailed thus far.

“Jacket saved me,” Gage mumbled. “I might have a few bruises.”

Ben tsked. In addition to sutures, Gage was going to need a round of examinations to ensure there were no breaks or internal injuries to his body.

“Want me to take it off?”

Ben startled, glancing up. “What?”

“The jacket?” Gage said. “Do you need to see the rest of me?”

Ben bit down on his lip hard as images spilled through his mind. Even in a hospital gown covered by a leather jacket, Gage was a good looking man. His chest was firm and his shoulders broad. It was tempting to agree, just to look a little, after the dry spell Ben had experienced since Tripp dumped him.

That would be playing with fire, and he knew it.

Ben shook his head and replaced the chart.

“The doctor will make a more complete examination,” he said. “Let me go hunt down Dr. Johnston. I’ll scold him until he makes you his top priority.”

Ben smiled his polite nurse smile and turned for the door. He needed to get out of that room before he drooled all over his patient.

 
Author Bio

DJ Jamison worked in newsrooms for more than 10 years, which helped tremendously when she began her series centered on The Ashe Sentinel, a fictional small-town newspaper in Kansas. She lives in the Midwest with her husband, two sons and three glow-in-the-dark fish.

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I know that today isn’t Friday. Don’t worry, I haven’t hit my head and mixed up the days. But I wrote a Valentine’s Day story about two characters you know by now, and it seemed silly not to post it on actual V-day. Right?

So without further ado, here’s the story about Lenny and JJ’s Valentine’s Day. And as you hopefully know by know, Lenny and JJ first showed up in my holiday story The Christmas Day Date. We’ve also met them another time, on New Year’s Eve.

I hope you enjoy, and Happy Valentine’s Day everyone…if you celebrate it. Happy Wednesday if you don’t! 🙂

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The Valentine’s Day Date

I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked so different and yet the same. My hair was slicked back from my face, gathered in a neat bun at the back of my head, and my stubble was more closely shaved than usual. My eyelid was as droopy as ever, but for once I didn’t care about that. Instead, I focused on what I wore.

A suit.

I, Lenny Painter, wore a suit.

I’d found it in a second-hand store the other day and been attracted to it immediately. It was in great shape and of excellent quality, but because it was outdated—the seventies called and wanted their fashion back—it hadn’t set me back more than twenty bucks. It was charcoal gray with low-slung, bellbottom pants and a tight-fitting coat. Underneath, I wore a light blue shirt, and if the color had reminded me of JJ’s eyes when I’d seen it in the store, I was the only one who knew.

Technically the suit should have been a disaster on me. But somehow it worked wonders for my body; it made the slight pout of my stomach disappear and clung to all the right places. My legs looked like they went on for miles, and more than once I’d turned my back to the mirror, stood on my toes, and admired the way my ass looked in the pants. I had a hard time believing it could look that tight and…hot.

I looked…good enough…for the evening. I hoped JJ would think so, too.

My phone beeped as I walked out of the bathroom.

Have a great night. Remember what I’ve taught you and you’ll be fine. I’ll bring my phone everywhere until you give me the all clear. The message was followed by a winky-face emoji.

A smile broke out on my face. Ella. How the fuck had I been so lucky to meet her that day in early January when I’d gone to my first AA meeting? When she’d stood to talk, wearing a patch over her left eye, and had introduced herself with her best pirate imitation, the entire room had burst out laughing. The eye thing had made me feel weirdly connected to her and after working up my courage by drinking three cups of the crappy coffee they served, I’d approached her.

We’d hit it off like a house on fire, and at first, I’d been surprised. But I figured sometimes even a washed-up ex-drunk like me had to be lucky and for once fate had picked the right moment for me.

K. Can’t thank u enough, I wrote back before stuffing the phone into my pocket. Stopping at the front door for a second before heading out, I took a deep breath and held it in my lungs. I counted to thirty before letting it out again, straightened my shoulders, and just like that, I was ready.

I locked the door behind me and took a couple quick steps across the hall. Without hesitation, I knocked but didn’t have to wait before the door flew open and revealed a worried-looking JJ.

His hand flew to his throat as he saw me and he dragged his gaze up and down my body, leaving tingles in its wake. I fingered the hem of my jacket, trying my hardest not to fidget as the seconds dragged out into what felt like hours, and doubt niggled in the back of my mind.

“Wow, Lenny,” he whispered. Finally. “You look…” He didn’t finish what he was gonna say. Instead, he stepped into my space, cupped my cheeks with careful fingers, and looked straight into my eyes. “Wow,” he repeated. Then he leaned in and stole my breath with a scorching kiss.

His lips were soft yet demanding against mine. His fingers danced along my jaw as he scraped his fingernails in my stubble. The worry disappeared out of my head as his tongue begged to be let into my mouth. I opened willingly to him and couldn’t help humming into his mouth. I grabbed his hip and squeezed as warmth spread in my tummy and my pants grew tight.

A whimper escaped me when he ended the kiss, but he didn’t move away. His breath tickled my cheek and he pressed his pelvis against me. I gulped down the air as his hardness pressed against mine.

“You look stunning,” he whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yes.” He ran his hand down my arm and wove his fingers with mine. Then he took a step back. “What’s going on? Why are we dressed up?” he asked.

“I…” I squeezed his hand and cleared my throat. I’d calmed down enough to register what he was wearing and forgot whatever it was I was going to say as.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His pinstriped suit, light gray shirt, and lavender tie made him look more gorgeous than ever. He was pink around his lips as if my stubble had rasped his sensitive skin, and the sight made my dick press harder against my zipper. Shit. He’d be sexy in an oil-stained coverall, but like this, he was magnificent.

Swallowing hard, I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m takin’ you out on a date,” I said.

“Out?” he squeaked.

His surprise wasn’t unexpected. We’d spent lots of time together these last weeks, but all of it had been in either of our apartments. Mostly in his home, where we’d cooked, cuddled on the couch in front of a movie, or made love for hours and hours. We’d never gone anywhere outside our building together. That was changing tonight. “Yeah,” I answered simply.

“Okay.” His eyes were full of questions, but as usual, he didn’t ask them. Instead, he grabbed his keys and followed me to my car. Patient. Wating for me to be ready to tell him at my own speed. He really was fucking perfect.

Except for early in the morning before coffee. He was a terrible grump before coffee.

We drove in silence, but I could feel his eyes on me the entire ride. He rested his hand on my thigh and drew small circles with his fingers. Occasionally, he squeezed. At a traffic light, I put my hand over his as we waited for it to turn green. That simple touch made my entire body buzz with electricity.

When I pulled up in front of the restaurant—Nonna Giulia’s because his favorite food was Italian—he gasped and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the valet.

He didn’t say a word until I’d handed over the keys and we were alone. “What are we doing here?” he asked in a faint voice full of worry.

“Havin’ dinner.” I smiled at him, hoping it looked confident. I felt confident. Sort of. If my dry mouth didn’t count.

“But…” He stepped closer and spoke close to my ear as if he wanted to make sure no one could hear what he said. “They serve…alcohol here.”

I brushed a speck of dust from his lapel and made sure his tie was straight. “I know.”

“But…how?”

I stopped fiddling and took his hands in mine. Looked him straight in the eye. “I want to take you out on a real date. Like normal people do on Valentine’s day. I wanna be someone you can be proud of.” My voice quavered, but I kept going. “I have Ella on speed dial and she’d only let me go if I promised to call her if the shit hits the fan.” I squeezed his hands quickly before I let them go and fished out my phone. After pulling up Ella’s message I gave it to him so he could read it.

His gaze flitted between my phone and my face before he stuffed it back into my pocket. “I’d be perfectly fine to have our date at home.” He tugged on my hand as if he wanted to lead me away from the restaurant. “Please, let’s go home.” He pulled harder.

“Julius.” My pleading tone stilled his movements and I slid my hand around his neck. Standing so close our noses almost touched, I spoke in a hushed voice. “You have no idea how much I appreciate you lookin’ out for me.” My other hand found its way under his jacket and I rested it on his slim waist. “How fuckin’ lucky I feel that you wanna be with me. You mean so much to me. I don’t wanna be a stupid coward and risk losin’ you. I need to get over my issues…and not just for you, but…for me?”

I hoped he’d get it. Heck, I don’t even know if I did, but Ella had drilled into my thick skull that I needed to do this for myself and not for someone else. My talk of how gorgeous my boyfriend was hadn’t swayed her one bit.

He nodded and a cautious smile spread on his narrow face. We stood so close I could see a smudge on his glasses. A happy sparkle in his eyes. “I have conditions,” he said.

“Name them.”

He held up an index finger. “One. I don’t drink.”

I chuckled. “Only you would set rules for yourself.”

His smile widened. “Shut up.” He smacked a kiss on my lips. “Number two.” He held up another finger and his face grew serious. “You tell me the second you feel anxious and we’re out of here.”

I pulled back my hand from his waist and rubbed my droopy eyelid. Of course, he’d understood completely. How could I have thought otherwise? “Yeah, okay.” Tears burned in my throat and I had to swallow to keep them from erupting. “Anything else?”

He pulled me close, flush to his body, until we touched from chest to knees. “One more thing.”

“Anything, Julius. I’d do anythin’ for you.”

“I want a kiss before dinner.”

I happily obliged.

Cover reveal and Valentine’s Day Sale!

Today is Valentine’s Day. We don’t celebrate, me and the husband, because we’re quite romantic on a daily basis…even after close to 25 years together. It might not be very traditional, but that’s the way I like it. Anyone can buy a bunch of roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolate and be considered romantic, but I much prefer my husband’s particular brand of romance. He knows me. He sees me. And he does and says things he knows I’ll appreciate. And that’s why he’s the love of my life.

Ah well. Enough mushiness. I have two important things for you today: one cover reveal and one V-day sale. But let’s start with my number one priority:

Cover reveal for Promise Me We’ll Be Okay!!

It will be released on March 3rd and I’m super excited to show you the cover because I love it so much. Promise Me is a second-chance romance that exist in the same universe as Cinnamon Eyes, so there might be a couple characters that’s familiar if you’ve read it.

Ready? Drumroll, please 🙂

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What do you do when your past comes knocking?

Six hundred and ninety-five days. That’s how long it’s been since Jude’s fiancé broke off their engagement. With the help of his brother, Jude glued the broken pieces of his heart back together, but when his ex shows up on his doorstep late one evening, Jude fears it will fall apart again.

Two years ago, Vincent made a terrible mistake. He left the love of his life for stupid, ill-advised reasons. It took a traumatic event to bring what was truly important in his life into focus. Older and wiser, he’s now ready to do whatever it takes to win Jude back.

Their chemistry is as explosive as ever, but will they be able to work through the real issues? Can trust once broken be rebuilt?

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Isn’t it pretty?? *happy sigh* And wanna know something else that’s amazing? You can now pre-order it, and if you do it today you will get 30% off because JMS Books have a Valentine’s Day sale!! Yay for booksales.

Here’s the pre-order link for Promise Me We’ll Be Okay at JMS Books. What are you waiting for, run over there and clickety-click!! If you haven’t read Cinnamon Eyes and wanna catch up before reading my new book, here’s the link to that.

Eh, you know what? Here’s a super handy link to my author page at JMS Books so you can check them all out if you’re interested! 🙂

Promise Me We’ll Be Okay | Nell Iris Author Page at JMS

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All the other e-books at JMS Books are also 30% off, of course, so after I’m done writing this post, I’m heading over there to do some shopping. I think you should, too. If you need suggestions, here are a few great books I warmly recommend:

Closets Are for Clothes by Addison Albright. Won’t be released until February 24th, but I was fortunate enough to beta read it, so I know it’s awesome.

Hero Worship by Kris T. Bethke. And when you’ve read the book, I strongly suggest you head over to her webpage and download the five #FlashFiction stories, because you will want to read more about Alex and Matt, I promise.

Officer Charming and the Prince Who Wooed Him by Sarah Hadley Brook, because who can resist that title? (And the book is awesome too!) Seriously, Sarah is so creative when it comes to naming books I’m a little bit jealous 🙂

Regency Rogues Box Set by Ruby Moone, because who doesn’t wanna read four books about Regency Rogues?? I know I do!! 🙂

Angel Wings and Bullets by E.F. Mulder. Unexpectedly delightful, and by that I mean I hadn’t heard of the author before I found this gem.

All About the Cowboy Box Set by J.D. Walker. Granted, I haven’t read this particular box set, but I’ve been on a J.D. Walker reading spree lately and need to refill my dwindling supply of short, romantic stories 🙂

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Happy shopping everyone!!

Writers are weird-tag

A couple days ago I watched a video on my friend Amy’s Youtube-channel with a fun writing tag that I thought I’d steal for the blog. I know, I know, it’s a #authortube tag and I have a blog – but I’m a rebel and walk to the beat of my own drum, so I won’t listen to any of your objections 🙂

Here are her answers, and if you don’t already follow her on Youtube, you really, really should.

Moving on. Here are my answers:

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Do you have bizarre internet searches? (if so, what’s the weirdest one?)
OMG, yes! But to be fair, I did long before I ever became a writer. I’m a curious person who doesn’t like unanswered questions so I google everything all the time and always joke about that I sincerely hope no one monitors my google searches. But maybe the weirdest one related to my writing was on glory hole etiquette. And yes, there is such a thing. 😉

Do you write people you know and dislike into your story as villains or dumb people to kill off?
Nah. But I don’t kill off people, so maybe that’s why. And my stories doesn’t contain a lot of villains either. But if they did, I would probably just pick a specific trait from the person I dislike and give it to the villain; I wouldn’t copy them entirely.

Does personal hygiene sometimes come second to writing?
No. I have eczema and not taking care of my skin is really, really bad, so it’s a health thing for me. But we’re talking a shower and moisturizing because I don’t use makeup and don’t particularly care about fashion, so it only takes me a few minutes to get ready. Besides, showers are nice. Why wouldn’t you wanna shower? 🙂

Do you go on baby name websites to help you name your characters?
Of course. Doesn’t everyone? 🙂

Do you have a list of actors and actresses that would play your characters if there was an adaptation made?
Nope. Probably because I hardly ever watch movies or TV-shows (it’s boring! I prefer reading!) I can’t say that I dream about having any of my books made into a movie, I don’t see what all the fuss are about. I’d love to become a bestselling author one day, but seeing my work on the silver screen? Nah, not important.

Have you ever stared at a stranger because they look like one of your characters?
No. But I’ve stared at a stranger because they’ve done something that fascinates me or said something that I want to remember and use in a story.

Do you talk to yourself to help work through scenes? (if so, where do you talk to yourself?)
Hmmm, I don’t think so, which is unexpected because I usually talk to myself a lot. Instead, I tend to stare unseeingly into space while I mull stuff over in my head.

While writing, do you make the expressions your characters are making?
No. But I often enact the physical stuff they’re doing to see if it’s possible (I’m not talking about sex! Mind out of the gutter, people!) More like “can he reach to put his hand there” or “how would I break free if someone had me pinned to a door”…stuff like that.

Do you ever practice answering interview questions in case you “make it big?”
Lol, no. And I don’t practice writing award show acceptance speeches either 🙂

Do you have a soundtrack and/or playlists for your book or scenes from your book?
Yes! Music is very important to me and all my books have playlists that have influenced them one way or another. I don’t listen to the songs in these playlists when I’m writing (I need instrumental music for that, lyrics distract me from my writing), but I listen to them before I start writing, or when I need to be inspired, or work through a scene.

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That’s it. So what do you think? Sufficiently weird for you? 🙂