Author: Andrew

  • Get To Know—Steven A. McKay

    Get To Know—Steven A. McKay

    A couple of weeks ago, Steven A. McKay did an interview of me for his readers, and I found out that I inadvertently used Steven’s home town in my books. (You can read that interview HERE: ) Being a good natured sort, he let that slide because I’m sure his home is far nicer than what I wrote in my books. Today I get to ask him the same questions. And, Steven is offering anyone who asks for it, an exclusive, fans only short story. Read through to the end for details.

    Welcome Steven!. Since this is your first time to the blog, tell the audience a bit about yourself. 

    I’m from the outskirts of Glasgow, Scotland and I write mostly historical fiction. My books have all, so far, explored the Robin Hood legend and they’ve sold around 90,000 copies which is just mind-blowing to me, a working-class guy.

    Other than writing I love to play my Jackson guitars and listen to old school heavy metal. I’m married and have two young children who always cheer me up when I’m having a crappy day!

    How long have you been writing?

    My debut novel, Wolf’s Head, came out in 2013 so, officially, 4 years now. Phew, it seems like yesterday too! Of course, I always enjoyed writing and I would come up with silly stories when I was at school, amusing my friends and irritating my teachers who felt I had more in me than childish nonsense. They were right, it seems.

    What was the first story you wrote?

    I broke my leg really badly as a teenager, bone through the skin, the works, so, of course I had lots of spare time where I couldn’t get out of a chair. So I started writing science fiction short stories and even submitted a few to some little fanzine. They were all rejected although the editor was very encouraging. I don’t know which story I wrote first, but I still have them. “The Black Hole” is one, as is “Dream Lover” which is a ludicrous romance kinda thing I can hardly believe I wrote although it does have an interesting premise. 

    What is your favorite part of the writing process? 

    Losing myself in a scene and finding the characters directing the action without, apparently, any conscious effort on my part. As an example of that, in my second book, The Wolf and the Raven, I had planned on killing off a certain character but when I sat down and started work that day the scene seemed to change of its own accord and a completely different character took a crossbow bolt to the chest. He was thrown into the river and it opened up a totally unexpected direction I could take the plot in.

    Sometimes it’s like someone else is writing the stories and that is a really great experience.

    What is your least favorite part?

    I hate writing blurbs. Trying to describe a 100,000 word novel in a few paragraphs which will interest and excite would-be readers is a real pain. That’s one part of the whole process I would love to delegate to someone else.

    Tell the readers something interesting that isn’t in your bio?

    I’ve performed in front of audiences using a variety of musical instruments. I was lead guitarist in a metal band covering stuff like Metallica and Slayer but I’ve also drummed live to Megadeth’s “Symphony of Destruction”, and sang Led Zeppelin tunes at an open-mic night while playing 12-string acoustic guitar and mandolin.

    Writing and music are my two main hobbies although I’ve yet to make any money from playing an instrument! I do record my own music for my book trailers on Youtube though.

    What have you read lately that most people haven’t read but should?

    Fortean Times magazine. I’ve subscribed to it for over 20 years now – it has articles on the paranormal, weird news, ghosts, UFOs, folklore etc but not in a tabloid, sensationalist style. It’s the best magazine in the world and everyone should check it out.

    If you could meet any writer, alive or dead, who would it be and why?

    That’s a very hard question. Maybe HP Lovecraft to ask him how he wrote such wonderfully twisted stories, but I don’t think he’d be very good company to be honest, I’ve only seen him smile in one photo and it freaked me the hell out.

    What about Aleister Crowley, just to see what he was REALLY like since opinions were so polarized during his lifetime?

    I think, honestly, I’d be as well just meeting one of the authors from my friends list on Facebook like Douglas Jackson, Matthew Harffy or Ben Kane – purely because I think they’d be good fun on a night out down the pub! 

    What’s a fun – non-writing – day for you?

    My favourite thing is to spend time with my family. Honestly, if I’m having a hard day at work or feeling down, I think about going home and seeing my children and it always cheers me up. I was never the type of person that was desperate to be a dad – I actually thought I was too selfish to be a very good parent. But now…I’d rather take the little ones to the library or the park than anything else in the world. So, as long as I’m with my family, any day is fun for me.

    Last question is all yours – feel free to talk about anything you want your readers to know about you, your book, anything at all.

    A lot of readers are also aspiring writers, so to them, and to everyone really, I’d say – if you have a dream, chase it, even if you’re told it’s pointless. I always wanted to make a living writing and now I do.

    There’s a lot of fear and uncertainty and gloom in the world these days which is being magnified by social media but there’s still some magic left out there, if you look for it.

    Thanks for having me today, Andrew. I enjoyed it immensely!

    Your readers can find me at the links below, I hope they’ll take a look.

     

    If you sign up for my mailing list you get a FREE Forest Lord short story that’s only available to my subscribers –

    https://stevenamckay.com/mailing-list/

     Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/RobinHoodNovel/

    Amazon – http://viewauthor.at/SA-McKay

    Twitter – @SA_McKay

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • Running The Bases With Drew Avera

    Running The Bases With Drew Avera

    Welcome to Running The Bases!  The first guest to sprint around the base paths is Drew Avera.  Drew is an unabashed space pirate at heart and in keeping with true pirate grit, he agreed to be the first guest on this feature. 

    So round the bases with Drew and then leave a comment when your done. Three lucky commenters will win an eCopy of Broken Worlds, the first book in the Alorian Wars Series.

    • Why space pirates?

    Wouldn’t the better question be why not? Seriously, space pirates are cool. Just look at Han Solo. Yeah, he’s a good guy, but he isn’t a law abiding citizen necessarily. Though, I have to say the space pirates in The Alorian Wars aren’t really good guys. Maybe I have a skewed view of the whole space pirate thing after all…

    • How does your perspective as an active duty navy veteran influence your perspective as a sci-fi writer?

    It gives me a perspective of what it’s like to live on a ship for months at a time. I also see a lot of different personalities, some good and some bad. When you read about one of my characters feeling claustrophobic on a ship tumbling across open space, you can bet I’ve been there, except it was open seas and not space. I think I would prefer space, though. At least until the life support fails and I begin questioning why I made my life choices…

    • List three things you can’t do without on a daily basis

    I am actually pretty good about doing without. Most people take for granted going home and having all of their stuff every day, but being deployed (8 months last time) I have gotten used to going without. I will say, the things that make me happy each day is seeing my wife and kids, having a creative outlet, and coffee. I swear I’m not addicted to coffee, but if the world ever runs out, I might die.

    • We see that you play guitar. What album gets you into creative mode?

    It varies from project to project. My first few books were written to Alter Bridge, Chevelle, and Breaking Benjamin. Recently I have discovered instrumental metal and find that the lack of lyrics helps keep me from being distracted. My favorite instrumental acts are Conquering Dystopia and Paul Wardingham. Sometimes I still get distracted and have to play my guitar for a bit before I get back to the writing. Playing guitar also relieves more stress than fictionally killing people does, so I need my therapy lol.

    Where to find Drew:

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    Alorian Wars

  • Running The Bases—Author Interviews

    Running The Bases—Author Interviews

    Starting tomorrow, January 23 2017, I’ll be starting a new feature on the blog called, Running The Bases (RTB).  This will combine my love of baseball with my writing to bring you short, four question interviews—one for each base—with primarily speculative fiction authors.  My hope is these will be a home run as I try to bring on authors who are new to the Land of Make Believe to give readers new idea for books/series to check out.  There will also be chances to win free eBooks from my guests.

    If there are any authors you’d like me to try to get on the feature, let me know in a comment. If you’re an author who wants to be featured, contact Naomi at [email protected] for more information.

    I hope you enjoy these as much as I do, and as always,

    Enjoy The Journey!

    —AQG

  • What’s In A Year

    What’s In A Year

    We break down time in many ways; days, weeks, months, hours minutes, seconds. We lump by seasons,  quarters and halves. There are school, fiscal and calendar years. My ‘next’ year begins on my birthday, which is different from almost everyone I know. So why is it we are expected to announce our yearly plans on January 1?

    In my hemisphere winter isn’t a great time to resolve to bike, or swim more (unless you have access to a gym and even then, maybe not.) The days are about as short as they get so quality outside time is sparse. There is the post holiday bonanza of new gadgets to play with to disrupt your plans, but still, we engage in this annual ritual of making our ‘new years resolutions.’

    But what if your goals are the same as before the new year started? Do you resolve to just stay the course? (Boring.) Skip making them them? (Lame.) Or reiterate them as if they were new? (Sneaky).  If you’re me, you end up a lame, boring sneak.

    The new year has not brought a new set of goals for me. I was already trying to watch my weight, keep my cholesterol down. I been going to the same personal training for six years now. We’ve had a sound financial plan for a few years and we’re not making changes. And oh yeah, I still want to make the NY Times best seller list. Nothing new there.

    I can, however, share a few things about what to expect in 2017. Two major things are Child of Night and Day – Book 4 of Champion of the Gods will be released on April 11. (Here’s a look at the cover). The other is Book 5 will be finished and submitted to the publisher.  After that, my writing world is wide open.

    At the tail end of 2016, I outsourced some of my marketing work so I can write more. That’s a big deal, but write more began in 2016. I’d also like engage more with readers, but since that’s part of the marketing plan that I began last year, that’s not new for 2017 either.

    One thing I should do, but haven’t made  plans for yet (or even tried much), is take another writing course. Despite recognizing I could always improve, I’ve not made that effort in a few years. There, I have one; in 2017 I’ll take a new writing course…. If I can find one that fits my schedule…. And looks interesting…. Oh and it needs to be affordable. But I’m really going to try to do it. Hmm. Try isn’t the same as a resolution, is it?

    Maybe the best course is to let things progress and see what happens. What is clear now, might cloud up as the year goes on. And what is murky today, might be less so when the days are longer. Things may change and I’ll want to shift gears. Or double down. Or scrape something entirely. At that point I’ll be ready to make my resolutions.

    Good thing there are so many different ways to mark time.

     

     

  • Time Zone — Part of Once Upon a Time in the Weird West Anthology

    Time Zone — Part of Once Upon a Time in the Weird West Anthology

    Once Upon a Time in the Weird West was released yesterday. As I’ve said before, I was very happy to be asked to be a part of the anthology. Some of my favorite authors were involved, include a few I look up to and admire.  The reviews for the book as a whole and Time Zone is my contribution, have been very positive.  Here are a Couple:

    Divine Magazine:

    About Once Upon a Time in the Weird West: 4 Stars “Combining some of the biggest names in MM fiction into one anthology, Once Upon a Time in the Weird West is a keeper!”

    About Time Zone: 5 Stars “I liked the characters and great writing, world building and the easy flow of the story….”

    Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words:

    About Once Upon a Time in the Weird West: 4.75 Stars “Its been quite a while since I’ve  read such a strong and outstanding anthology.  I can recommend almost every story and most are 4 to 5 stars.  Its remarkable.”

    About Time Zone: 4.5 Stars “Another strong story. Time Zone and Andrew Q. Gordon delivers great characters and a fascinating world.  Wesley Blake in particular, a vulnerable gifted man with a dependancy on his handler Lothar, who he’s never met.  How the story unfolds, its revelations, including the spectacular one at the end?  It kept me involved and connected to Wesley and his path to love.  Outstanding story.”

    Blurb:

    Once Upon a Time in the Weird West:

    This isn’t the same old Wild West. The usual suspects are all present: cowboys, outlaws, and sheriffs. There’s plenty of dust, tumbleweeds, horses, and cattle on the range, but there are also magical gems, automatons, elementals, airships… even dinosaurs and genetically modified insects. Roaming among the buffalo and coyotes, you’ll encounter skinwalkers, mad engineers, mythical beings cloaked in darkness, and lovers who stay true to their oaths… even beyond the grave. On this frontier are those at the mercy of their own elaborate devices as well as men whose control of time and space provides a present-day vision of the West. There might even be a dragon hidden amongst the ghost towns and wagon trains.

    If you like your Westerns with a splash of magic, a touch of steampunk, and plenty of passionate romance between men, these genre-bending tales will exceed expectations.

    Hold on to your hats, cowboys and cowgirls. The West is about to get weird, and you’re in for a hell of a ride.

    Time Zone;

    Some people possess gifts that allow them to change the world. For Wesley Blake, it’s all a matter of time. He can stretch a handful of seconds into a whole day. But his ability hasn’t saved Wesley from being hurt by others. As a field agent for the Department of Gifted Americans, Wesley throws himself into his work to forget that he is alone. The only person Wesley trusts is his handler, Lothar.

    Then a vital mission brings a new partner, Eric, who refuses to let Wesley shut him out. As they train for their assignment, a friendship builds between them. Wesley cautiously lets Eric into his life, until he learns Eric and Lothar lied to him. Betrayed and angry, Wesley struggles to control his powers, and when things take a dangerous turn, even Wesley might not have enough time to get out with his life.

    And here is something special, the wonderful Lex Chase did her artist rendition of what the main character, Wesley Blake, looks like. I think she captured him pretty well. Thanks Lex!

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  • New Release Blog Tour: Your Alpha, My Mate; by Rachel Ravenheart

    New Release Blog Tour: Your Alpha, My Mate; by Rachel Ravenheart

    Today, please welcome Rachel Ravenheart as she stops by to show off her latest release, Your Alpha, My Mate, book 1 in her new Lonestar Chronicles series.

    Blurb:

    myalphaJamie is a shifter.
    But he can’t shift. That’s what he wants his pack to think.
    Truth is, Jamie is a white wolf. The biggest, best, strongest kind of wolf. He refuses to shift because his pack, and his parents, treat him as a misfit. An outcast. And when he takes matters into his own hands by fleeing to join the Lonestar Pack, his fate is already determined.
    There will be sacrifice.
    There will be war.
    There will be death.
    Above all, there will be love.
    And love always wins.

    Excerpt:

    “You ready to go in the water?” I asked. “Let me take care of these for you. I want to see all of you.” He dropped to his knees taking my pants and shoes with him, then stood up, taking hold of my cock. He moved his free hand down and across my back and nipped my ear playfully. My body heated up as he tweaked one of my nipples gently, and I released a moan. He didn‟t hesitate at all before taking one of my nipples gently into his mouth.

    I reached over, unbuttoned his pants and removed his jeans. I knelt before him and licked his precum that leaked out. As I licked, he reached down, grabbed a handful of my hair, and moaned loudly.

    I licked slowly at first, but was soon licking faster. After a few minutes, he reluctantly pushed me away, helped me stand up, and pulled me in for a long, hard kiss.

    He broke the kiss and assisted me in lying down on the soft grass. He kissed his way down my body, making sure to pay attention to each nipple. He continued his journey down my chest and down to my hips. He placed kisses on both hips and moved to my straining cock.

    When his mouth enveloped my cock, it felt like I was in heaven. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair as he bobbed his head up and down, I could feel his gag reaction but he recovered quickly. He would occasionally move his attention to my balls.

    He held his hand up to my mouth and had me suck on a finger to get it slick. I went up and down for a few minutes before he took his hand away then rubbed his finger over my hole, trying to gain entrance.

    “Relax for me babe, this may hurt at first, but I promise it‟ll feel good soon.”

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    About the Author:

    Ms. Ravenheart is new to the literary world, but has had the desire to write since junior high school. She moved from a small town in Iowa in time to start high school in Louisiana. Rachel lost sight of writing as she got bogged down with sports and school. Her dream of being a writer forgotten as she looked to the future to study Political Science with the hope of going to law school when she moved to Texas. To make her way in the world she got wrapped up in the field of nursing when she got a job as a C.N.A. and soon even her dream of law school was forgotten. Strangely, thanks to an injury, she was at home recuperating and was bored when she remembered her love for writing. Never thinking she would ever get published, she began. It was writers like Rob Colton, Mann Ramblings, and Alicia Nordwell that inspired her creativity. She found GayAuthors.org and after some encouragement she decided to post her first story. With the enthusiasm of readers her confidence grew and she took the step to send off her first story to be published. Hopefully, the first of many.

    Where to Find Rachel:

    https://www.facebook.com/wolfwriter1492

    https://twitter.com/wolfwriter1492

    https://www.amazon.com/Rachel-Ravenheart/e/B0110E3CG8/ref=dp_byline_cont_pop_ebooks_1

    http://www.cooldudespublishing.com/rachel-ravenheart/

  • The Secrets in My Scowl; by A. E. Via – Excerpt and Giveaway

    The Secrets in My Scowl; by A. E. Via – Excerpt and Giveaway

    Today, the lovely A. E. Via is taking over the Land of Make Believe to tell everyone about her latest release, The Secrets in My Scowl. I’m not giving nothing away when I say I do love a story where the lawyer gets his HEA. Call it looking out for my own. Check out the blurb, read the except and then go get the book. (Did I mention she’s giving away a Fire Tablet!! Read through to find out how to enter.)

    Blurb:

    secrets-inmy-scowl-customdesign-jayaheer2016-3drender-iphoneSparks ignite and tempers flare when a sexy, optimistic wedding planner moves his business in across the hall from a jilted, divorce lawyer’s practice.

    “Look smart ass. This is the last time I’m going to remind you about breaking sections of the lease. If there’s a next time, I won’t stop until you and your frilly, white wedding shit is thrown out of here. Do you got it?!”

    Wylde looked in Jacob’s pained eyes and answered in his deep voice. “Yeah, counselor. I got it.”

    From high school, up until he became a successful attorney Jacob Snowden was convinced that love had it out for him. “Everyone left,” were the words he lived by. His mother, his high school sweetheart, his father, and his fiancé, all left Jacob just when he felt it was safe to let down his guard. Not any longer. Jacob was a determined man, set at keeping people at a distance. If his six foot one, military-made body didn’t scare people off, his permanent scowl surely did. At almost forty, Jacob’s social life was non-existent, but he told himself his work fulfilled him. He helped people get out of their loveless marriages. Jacob Snowden was one of the best divorce lawyers on the east coast and was damn proud of it. So, imagine his disdain when a wedding planner moves into the suite directly adjacent to his… an insanely masculine, male wedding planner.

    Wylde Sterling had made quite a name for himself in his hometown of Roanoke, Virginia, working for a wedding planner that catered to the elite. He was known for his charm and impeccable taste. Yep, he was incredible at giving couples the wedding of their dreams. But he wanted nothing more than to plan his own. After striking out in love more times than he cared to admit, Wylde decided to start his own business in a new city, hoping Richmond would give him a fresh start. Things started out wonderfully – until he started to piss off the angry divorce attorney next door.

    Wylde could see past Jacob’s mean scowl, knowing there was a reason for it. It was the man’s defense mechanism, his means of keeping people away. Everything in Wylde told him to stay away, but he believed Jacob just needed to meet a man who had been hurt as badly as he had.

     

    Cover Artist – Jay Aheer

    Publisher: Via Star Wings Books

    Release Date: October 28, 2016

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    Excerpt:

    “Jacob, please. Please just listen a second. It’s not what it seems.”

    Jacob shook his head in disgust at the cliché and turned to storm out the door, crushing the flowers under his boot as he did. The roaring in his head was loud, but the repetitive “I told you so” screamed even louder. God, he felt so foolish… again. He’d been played like one of the many instruments Mark had mastered.

    Jacob’s long legs ate up the parking lot as he moved quickly to his car.

    “Just give me one minute to explain. Jacob don’t go, I’ll send Reggie away right now. Please let me talk.” Mark jumped in front of Jacob’s path, almost making him fall for the second time today.

    Jacob growled in his face. “Move, or I’ll move you myself.”

    “No. I don’t care. Not until you let me explain.”

    “Explain! Explain what? That you’re fucking your best friend behind my back?”

    “No! I swear, I’m not!” Tears ran freely down Mark’s red cheeks and his voice was hurting Jacob’s head the more he tried to convince him he hadn’t seen what he did.

    Jacob gripped Mark’s biceps and yanked him into his chest. “Then why are your goddamn pants undone, huh? You let him touch your dick, Mark? You let him touch what you promised was mine?” Jacob’s voice was low and lethal as he pushed Mark away, but his heart ached so deeply. He grabbed at his chest and another wave of agony washed over him when he realized what his hand was pressed against. The cry he let out was one of pure suffering. “You proposed to me, goddamnit. What the fuck was that… a joke?”

    “No, I swear to god. I am yours, Jacob.” Mark cried louder. Jacob moved around him and Mark must’ve realized he was almost out of time because his pitiful explanation began to fly out of his mouth like projectile vomit. “I called Reggie just to talk. I was upset about the way I proposed and how you wouldn’t answer me. He came over and said he just wanted to keep me company. I don’t know… I don’t know how we started kissing. I was just so lonely. I’m always by my fucking self! I miss you all the time.”

    “I was just here this past weekend. Well, I guess I know now who warms your bed when I’m not in it. All I asked was for a little patience.” Jacob refused to sob in front of this cheating bastard. Whether he believed Mark or not, he could never fully trust him again. Once a cheat, always a damn cheat. When he became a lawyer, he may spend long nights in the office or days at a stretch out of town on a case, and he refused to have to worry if his husband was being faithful at home.

    About the Author:

    ae-author-picA.E. Via is an author in the beautiful gay romance genre and also founder and owner of Via Star Wings Books. Her writing embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to adventure, to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

    When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children. Adrienne Via has tons of more stories to tell, but she really would like to hear yours. Via Star Wings Books is currently accepting submissions for established and aspiring LGBTQ authors.

    Visit my site to learn more! Go to A.E. Via’s official website http://authoraevia.com for more detailed information on how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peak on upcoming work, free reads, VSWB submissions, and where she’ll appear next

    Where to find A.E.

    Author Official Website: http://authoraevia.com

    A.E. Blog: http://authoraevia.com/blogfann.html

    Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/aeviaauthor

    Facebook (Friend me): https://www.facebook.com/authoraevia

    Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorAEVia

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  • Cover Reveal—Once Upon a Time in the Weird West

    Today is cover reveal day for Once Upon a Time in the Weird West, an anthology of speculative fiction short stories with a western theme. It started as an idea, what if . . .  and morphed from there. Kim Fielding   was one of the organizers and she asked if I wanted to be a part of it. Little did I know, I’d be included with some of my favorite spec fic authors.

    But today we’re all showing off the cover – I being a bit behind these days am late, but hey, I like to think of it as I’m extending the cycle. 😀

    My contribution is Time Zone an urban fantasy short story:

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    Some people possess gifts that allow them to change the world. For Wesley Blake, it’s all a matter of time. He can stretch a handful of seconds into a whole day. But his ability hasn’t saved Wesley from being hurt by others. As a field agent for the Department of Gifted Americans, Wesley throws himself into his work to forget that he is alone. The only person Wesley trusts is his handler, Lothar.

    Then a vital mission brings a new partner, Eric, who refuses to let Wesley shut him out. As they train for their assignment, a friendship builds between them. Wesley cautiously lets Eric into his life, until he learns Eric and Lothar lied to him. Betrayed and angry, Wesley struggles to control his powers and when things take a dangerous turn, even Wesley might not have enough time to get out with his life.

    Pre-Order Now:  Dreamspinner Press

    And with that, here is the Cover in all its glory:

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  • The Pill Bugs of Time; by Angel Martinez—A Pill Bug Walking Tour of Philadelphia

    The Pill Bugs of Time; by Angel Martinez—A Pill Bug Walking Tour of Philadelphia

    A couple months ago I hosted Angel Martinez for Lime Green Gelatin and Other Monsters, Book 1 in the Offbeat Crimes, series and ask her why Philadelphia (I’m originally from Philly and was pleased to see a series set there.) When asked to host The Pill Bugs of Time, I suggested she give the readers a walking tour of places from the books. To my great surprise, she agreed.  What follows is awesomeness that needs to be seen. So strap yourselves in and let Angel and her friend take you on a magic Philly walking tour!

    A Pill Bug Walking Tour of Philadelphia

    Last fall at about this time, my friend Diane came down from Calgary for a convention. Since the con was close to Philadelphia, she asked that we go to the city to visit some of the spots mentioned in the Offbeat Crimes series. The result was a walking tour with pictorial evidence of all of these places during which we walked way too far and had a blast, though our bodies hated us afterward.

    We started out at the Waterworks where much of the action from the first book occurs, but it didn’t take us long to start running into bits and pieces of the second book. The second book actually starts at Mt. Pleasant in Fairmount Park, which is a historic mansion (main house and two outbuildings) from 1761-62. We had sense enough not to start quite that far down since I knew we had a ways to go that day, but it’s a lovely house and grounds if you ever get a chance:

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    The action quickly moves over to the nearby Playing Angels a statue group beside the Schuylkill River. Here’s where I also reiterate what Vikash says about Philadelphia – that it may have more statues per capita than any other city. Probably not literally true, but the statues in public places are everywhere. Diane didn’t really believe me until later:

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    Walking down from the Waterworks, we passed the Philadelphia Art Museum, famous for its steps, but it’s so much more than that. Beautiful museum surrounded by sculpture, sitting on Eakins Oval at the end of the Ben Franklin Parkway. One of the sculpture groups important to the story sits right out front, the Washington Monument. Quite different from the one people usually think of when you say that:

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    The walk up the Ben Franklin heading toward City Hall is a lot longer than it looks. *gasp* *pant* Fine, there were breaks along the way and we did pass through Logan Circle to see the Swan Fountain that Wolf and Krisk like so much. This is us, having already shed our coats:

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    We did reach City Hall eventually – another site from the story where a chase scene begins. It’s a beautiful Victorian/ Second Empire piece of architecture topped by a statue of William Penn. (Yes, that’s Billy Penn up there, not Ben Franklin as folks often think.) Until the 1980’s it was the tallest building in the city:

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    There was some futzing about around the Convention Center since I’d gotten turned around. (I do this. Often. Badly. Luckily Diane reads maps much more comfortably than I do.) The Convention Center is cool, but not terribly photogenic (you’ll see it across the street in the Paint Torch photo.) So I’ll take you right to our visit to Lenfest Plaza, another sculpture garden and public space in the city. A lot of stuff happens here in the book, so pictures of the Grumman Greenhouse (a repurposed, decommissioned Air Force plane turned into a working greenhouse) and the Paint Torch were mandatory:

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    The City of Many Sculptures and an absolutely perfect fall day to see it. The sore feet were worth it.

    (All photos courtesy of Diane Allan except the Playing Angels photo from Museum Without Walls and the Mt. Pleasant in winter photo by James McClelland and Lynn Miller.)

    Blurb:

    the-pill-bugs-of-timeVikash Soren, the perfect police officer except for his odd paranormal ability, never seems to lose his temper. Always serene and competent, he’s taken on the role of mediator in a squad room full of misfits. But on the inside, he’s a mess. Unable to tell his police partner that he loves him, Vikash struggles silently, terrified of losing Kyle as a lover, partner and friend.

    But life in the 77th Precinct doesn’t leave much room for internal reflection. A confrontation with a stick-throwing tumbleweed in Fairmount Park leads to bizarre consequences involving pill bugs, statues and…time travel? If Vikash manages to survive the week and stay in one point in time, he might be able to address normal things like relationship problems. He just needs Kyle to have a little more patience. Maybe a few centuries’ worth.

     

    Offbeat Crimes Series Info:

    Every region has them, but no police department talks about them—the weird crimes, the encounters with creatures out of nightmares. The 77th Precincts exist in certain cities to handle paranormal crime and containment, usually staffed with experienced officers exhibiting psychic abilities.

    In Philadelphia, through an odd mix of budget issues and circumstance, the 77th is manned entirely by officers with bizarre or severely limited psychic talents. The firestarter who can’t get a spark when it’s humid. The vampire who can’t drink whole blood. These are the stories of the misfits, the outcasts from even the strangeness of the paranormal community. Call them freaks, but they’re police officers first, serving and protecting, even if their methods aren’t always normal procedure.

    Excerpt:

    Normal was something one left at the door when assigned to a paranormal police station. Officer Vikash Soren had seen that demonstrated the first time he had set foot inside the 77th. During roll call, the man who would later become his partner had accidentally shot fire from his fingers at the ceiling. Someone else’s fire, as it turned out. In the weeks that followed, he had encountered an animated leather jacket, worked with a vampire, a lizard man and various officers of dubious paranormal talents, and had helped stop the killing spree of an alligator snapping turtle the size of a sedan.

    It would follow that nothing should surprise him anymore.

    But when he walked into the squad room that morning, late due to a doctor’s appointment, his colleagues had gathered around the periphery of the room to watch Greg Santos in a fistfight with a puddle of water.

    Coffee cup in hand, he wandered over to lean against the desk beside his partner.

    “Hey, Kash.” Kyle gave him a quick glance, his attention fastened on the unlikely pugilists. “Everything go okay?”

    “Yes. Shoulder’s fine.”

    “You’re not even going to ask, are you?”

    Vikash sipped his whipped cream-drowned mocha latte. “You’ll tell me.”

    “You saying I talk too much, Soren?” Kyle nudged him with an elbow. “One of us has to. The suspect was originally an ice tree. Tree-ish. Thing. It was ice and looked like a three-year-old had built a tree out of Legos.”

    Carrington Loveless III, the department’s nutritionally challenged vampire, came to lean against the desk on Vikash’s other side. “It was, as I understand it, standing on the Ben Franklin Parkway and hitting people as they walked by. Didn’t seem to be causing injury, but we can’t have an ice beast swatting tourists’ asses. Harassment, at the very least. Bad for the city’s image.”

    “It melted?”

    “Why, yes. Yes, it did.” Carrington’s smile was just half a fang short of evil. “Melted through the net in which Santos had snared it, and the resulting puddle goosed him. Things escalated rather quickly from there.”

    Greg didn’t seem to be making any headway, other than getting soaked. “Should get an Odo bucket,” Vikash murmured.

    “A what?”

    Kyle chuckled into his coffee. “Seriously, Carr? You never watched Deep Space Nine? The character who could only retain a solid shape for so long?”

    Carrington sniffed. “Masters level courses in geek. Between the two of you, that’s what I’d need to decipher half your conversations.”

    “This from someone who sings opera in the car,” Carrington’s partner, Amanda Zacchini, muttered as she walked past, her steps hindered by the piece of equipment she carried. Shira Lourdes, Greg’s partner, hurried after her with an armful of some sort of corrugated hose.

    “I like a lot of music!”

    “Moody, dark, emo music, sure,” Amanda countered, though her attention was on what she and Shira had brought in, most likely from Amanda’s truck, since they’d tracked in snow as well.

    When Amanda attached the hose, Vikash finally recognized it—a Shop-Vac, of the sort people had in their garages or by their workbenches. He shook his head as he hurried over to get the vac plugged in for Amanda. While the male squad members had been standing around watching the struggle, some of them taking bets, their two female members had been deriving a solution.

    Without another word, Amanda switched on the vac, sucked up the water combatant, removed the hose and jammed a rubber ball in the opening, effectively trapping the animated water and leaving Greg panting on the floor.

    Lieutenant Dunfee had just emerged from her office, eyebrows raised. “Do I want to know?”

    Perched on top of the lieutenant’s doorframe, a bright-blue and neon-pink bundle of feathers flapped its wings and let out a raucous croaking laugh. Edgar, the department’s foul-mouthed raven, finally decided to weigh in. “Water sports!” he called out. “Not safe for work! Fucking amateurs!”

    Lieutenant Dunfee shot him a withering glare. “Enough with the editorial, Edgar. What the hell is going on out here?”

    “Under control, ma’am,” Amanda deadpanned. “But I’m filing an expense report for a Shop-Vac. Just so you know.”

    “Get it on my desk. I’ll sign it. See what the bean counters make of that.” The lieutenant pinned Greg with a hard stare. “Santos? You need medical assistance?”

    Greg climbed to his feet hastily, wiping the back of one hand across his split lip. “No, ma’am.”

    “Good to hear. Back to work, ladies and gentlemen. Try to keep the violent confrontations to a minimum today.”

    A rather disgruntled and damp Greg Santos stalked off to the men’s room to clean up while Shira continued with booking the combative puddle.

    “Just another day,” Vikash murmured as he finally took his seat at the desk he shared with Kyle.

    “Hmm?” Kyle glanced up from his typing. “Oh. Yeah. Though I’m thankful for any day free of explosions and imminent death. Or are you having a paranormal existential crisis again?”

    “An amused one.”

    “Well, damn. If it’d been the other kind, I could get us takeout from My Thai, light some candles and put on Princess Bride when we got home.”

    “Kyle. Work.” Vikash said it gently, but it was all he could do to keep his gaze from darting about to see if anyone had heard.

    “It’s not like I’m yelling,” Kyle hissed. “God’s sake, Kash. The paranoia’s getting a little old.”

    “Work is work and home is home.”

    “Yeah, yeah, and never the twain shall meet. It’s not like I’m cornering you for a quickie in the conference room. Or locking lips over lunch.”

    “Interesting development.”

    “What?”

    “The increased alliteration when you’re upset.”

    “I’m not upset. Just a little irritated that you keep jumping and twitching if I get too close anywhere outside one of our apartments. We’re both professional at work. I don’t insist we hold hands those rare times we go out to dinner. Ticks me off that you keep acting, I don’t know, embarrassed about us.”

    “You promised to stick to professional at work.”

    “Easy, Soren.” Carrington patted his shoulder as he strolled past. “Suggesting takeout for dinner is hardly unprofessional.”

    “You heard?” Vikash’s heart thudded against his breastbone. The whole department knows. Everyone can see.

    “Vampire ears, my dear. What don’t I hear? Seriously, though, relax. No one has time to care about your little illicit tryst.”

    Vikash might have taken the advice if Virago hadn’t bellowed across the room, “Hey! What’re you girls whispering about? Going to some rainbow and glitter bar?”

    “Only if you come with us!” Kyle made kissy face noises in Virago’s direction. “Don’t forget your purse!”

    “Shut it, Vance,” Amanda muttered as she stalked past and smacked Virago on the back of the head. “Your conf…confucking…what’s the word, Carr?”

    “Conflation,” Carrington called back without missing a beat.

    “Yeah, that word…of gay men with actual chicks is offensive.”

    “Sorry, Manda.”

    Normally, Vance Virago, self-proclaimed tough guy, cringing as he apologized would have been amusing. Vance couldn’t have heard them from across the room. He was merely bullying Kyle as he always did. But the timing was horrible, and between those homophobic words and Vikash’s twitching, they had managed to erase the contented ease from Kyle’s face. It gutted him that Vance could do that. Worse still, Vikash had no idea what to do about it.

    “Kyle…”

    He didn’t have a chance for even a minimalistic explanation or apology though, since an alert popped up onscreen from the lieutenant, ordering them to a disturbance in Fairmount Park.

    Vance shoved violently back from his desk. “Aw, man!”

    And our resident homophobe is our backup. Irritation crawled up Vikash’s spine. Kyle had never done anything to Vance except refuse to crumple under his bullying. Some days it was bad enough that Vikash wanted to file harassment charges on Kyle’s behalf, though Kyle would resent the interference. Still, it was wrong and— Oh, damn.

    Through his rising anger, Vikash felt the uncomfortable heated ball of power at his core heralding his strange talent manifesting. He nearly panicked, the urge to reach across the desk and grab Kyle overwhelming. Together, they had a chance to direct the lightning blast of anger somewhere harmless. Maybe the old paper shredder that jammed after every page. But touching Kyle also meant the power would amplify in some bizarre melding of their broken paranormal talents. Not to mention, touching Kyle in the squad room just gave Vance more ammunition.

    Then it was too late for choices. The power surged from him as he sat stone still, fighting to keep any reaction from his expression. A pop and a distinct electronic sizzle sounded on his left and he cringed.

    “Fuck me!” Vance shouted, batting at his smoking computer monitor.

    Jeff stood to help him smother the tiny flames with a towel. “Damn it, Vance. What did you do now?”

    “I didn’t do it! I swear!”

    “Lieutenant’s gonna stop letting you have computers if you keep breaking them.”

    Vikash turned back to find Kyle staring at him instead of watching the commotion, his lips clamped together in an angry line.

    “I don’t need you to protect me, Kash.”

    “It wasn’t…it got away from me.”

    Kyle snorted. “Obviously.”

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    angel-martinezThe unlikely black sheep of an ivory tower intellectual family, Angel Martinez has managed to make her way through life reasonably unscathed. Despite a wildly misspent youth, she snagged a degree in English Lit, married once and did it right the first time, (same husband for almost twenty-four years) gave birth to one amazing son, (now in college) and realized at some point that she could get paid for writing.

    Published since 2006, Angel’s cynical heart cloaks a desperate romantic. You’ll find drama and humor given equal weight in her writing and don’t expect sad endings. Life is sad enough.

    She currently lives in Delaware in a drinking town with a college problem and writes Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around gay heroes.

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  • Flight Blog Tour: How To Write Contest-Winning Flash Fiction – by Aidee Ladnier

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    This is a first for the blog – a judge from a writing contest. Aides Ladnier is here today to talk about how to write contest-winning flash fiction. And she would know a thing or two about this as her story came in 3rd out of 117 stories in Queer Sci-fi’s 2015 flash fiction contest.  So please welcome Aidee and then go find out more about the book. The proceeds go to support the Queer Sci-fi site and help give a voice to LGBTQA authors.

    How to Write Contest Winning Flash Fiction; by Aidee Ladnier

    aideeladnierTo my great delight, one of the prizes for placing third in the QSF 2nd Annual Flash Fiction Contest was a chance to judge the entries for the 3rd Annual Flash Fiction Contest. It was tons of fun reading all the entries and took more time than I would have thought, since each of the stories were only 300 words.

    Make no mistake—writing a 300-word piece of flash fiction is as much an art as writing a 300-page novel. When you have word restrictions, your writing tends to be more spare. Your concepts become visceral and simple, akin to basic necessities. I love the challenge of flash fiction. I’ve written stories ranging from 1500 words to 200. And I have to admit, it can be frustrating trying to fit a complex story idea into a tiny tale. But good flash fiction reaches right to the heart of the matter, succinctly and with a fist clutching at your throat. A lot of writers think that flash fiction is just a snippet or a scene. Sure, you can fit that into a small word count and it might be relevant. This is easy to do when you’re writing about characters that already exist in a longer piece. But really good flash fiction stands on its own as a whole story, complete in itself. All the elements of a longer novel are in flash fiction: genre, setting, characterization, dialogue, theme—it’s just compacted down into a bit-sized shock of prose.

    So I’ve compiled a list of tips in case you’d like to write some of your own contest-winning flash fiction:

    1. You need a rock solid beginning. A beginning has to establish a sympathetic character, setting, and conflict. This should all take place in the first paragraph or paragraphs.
    2. Characters must be passionate about something. Often, my best stories present an object or idea that my character wants in the first few lines only to reveal later in the story what they truly, passionately need.
    3. All stories short or long must have conflict. Something very real must stand in your character’s way. It is easiest to choose something concrete that the character has to face but existential crisis is also effective.
    4. Your conflict should get worse.Just like in a novel, you have to raise the stakes in a flash fiction story. Due to the short nature of the form, raising the stakes in flash fiction can be encapsulated in just one sentence or one paragraph. Readers want characters to earn their ending.
    5. In order to be memorable, include a reverse that takes your reader’s breath away. My flash fiction is often based on the same structure as a joke–Setup then Punchline. The beginning and middle of the story is the setup, but then a twist occurs, giving the ending a punch. The ending will show the reader that what they perceived in the first part was either erroneous or did not explain fully the environment of the story.
    1. And most importantly—trust your audience. I took a class with Holly Lisle (a world-class flash fiction writer) who emphasized that in all good reading experiences, there is a bond between the reader and the writer. This is especially true of flash fiction. There are so few words in this type of fiction that it is essential to cut out every extraneous piece of narration, pare down characterization to the nub, and only hint at the theme of your story. You, the author, must know and trust your reader to remember the details from earlier in the story, realize what your story is saying, and understand the meaning behind the ending of the story.

    So there you have it. You now have the tools to write a great story in just a few words. I hope you’ll enter it in the 4th Annual Flash Fiction Contest!

    Blurb:

    front-coverA 300-word story should be easy, right? Many of our entrants say it’s the hardest thing they’ve ever written.

    Queer Sci Fi’s Annual Flash Fiction Contest challenges authors to write a complete LGBTQ speculative fiction micro-story on a specific theme. “Flight” leaves much for the authors to interpret—winged creatures, flight and space vehicles, or fleeing from dire circumstances.

    Some astonishing stories were submitted—from horrific, bloodcurdling pieces to sweet, contemplative ones—and all LGBTQ speculative fiction. The stories in this anthology include AI’s and angels, winged lions and wayward aliens. Smart, snappy slice of life pieces written for entertainment or for social commentary. Join us for brief and often surprising trips into 110 speculative fiction authors’ minds.

    Publisher: Mischief Corner Books

    Author: Various

    Cover & Illustrations Artist: Mila May

    Release Date: General release 9/21/16

    Price: $4.99 eBook, $12.99 print b/w*, TBD print color*

    *Book contains 5 illustrations inside.

    Excerpt:

    Smoke, by Zev de Valera

    teaser5He rubbed his temples and squinted at the soft light of his surroundings through the fans of his thick eyelashes. The last drink had been a mistake.

    Was that a shaker he’d felt, or the onset of a hangover?

    He clutched a silken pillow and waited.

    Suddenly, he felt his home tremble; a few pieces of glass

    and ceramic ware teetered and then fell to their demise.

    Shit. This is the real thing.

    With an effort, he hauled himself from his bed.

    How many years had it been since the last one?

    Sixty? Seventy?

    teaser4The shaking ceased, and he looked around his small dwelling.
A model unit when he’d purchased it. Now filled with the result of years of collecting: a gramophone, a first generation television set, a water clock. And much more. All of it all had sentimental value—as did the photos of the various men that sat atop or alongside the items in his collection. Some of these men had loved him. All of them had once owned him. Now he owned their memories. That was the bargain.

    Another shake. Followed by several unnerving tilts. He willed his cherished possessions to remain in place and willed himself into sobriety and a more becoming appearance as he prepared himself for work.

    What to wear?

    He selected a red brocade tunic and pants. A classic look always worked best for the initial consultation.

    A resounding thud.

    teaser3He peered up into the small shaftway at the center of the ceiling.

    A pop.

    Then a small circle of light at the end of the shaft.

    He sighed, folded his arms, and transformed into a cloud of red smoke.

    Up and away to meet his new master.

    Judge’s Choice — J. Scott Coatsworth

    Buy Links Etc:

    Publisher (info only, no buy link yet): https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/the-pill-bugs-of-time

     Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01L0R0JRK

    Apple: Coming soon

    teaser1ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-flightqueerscifisthirdannualflashfictioncontest-2091592-341.html

    Barnes & Noble: Coming soon

    Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/flight-49

    Smashwords: Coming soon

    Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31686600-flight

    Goodreads Series Page: https://www.goodreads.com/series/187509-qsf-flash-fiction

    Author Bio:

    teaser2In the first year of the Queer Sci Fi Flash Fiction contest, we received about 15 entries for the theme “Endings”. In the second year, it was 115 for “Discovery”.

    This year, we had more than 170 entries from people around the world, and from all parts of the LGBTIQA rainbow. “Flight” represents 110 of those people and their stories.