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  • Dragon Reign: Dramatis Personae in Real Life and Fiction by David F. Berens

    My first fantasy novel, Dragon Reign – Book 1 of the One Prophecy, began its life in the form of a novella called Dragon Tails – Or Warriors Roasting on an Open Fire. Its sole purpose was to record the adventures my friends and I were having in our weekly role-playing games. All I wanted was to preserve for posterity the storyline that we were living out because it seemed unique, funny, exciting and entertaining! As I got further into recording this story, I found that my biggest challenges came from character development and plotting. While plotting was mostly in the hands of our game leader, the players were in control of their characters. So, when writing these characters, it was only natural to use the player as the guide. In Dragon Reign, I play the part of Finegan, thus his dialogue, his attitudes, his motives, and his moves, are all drawn from my own personality. As you might have guessed, almost every character has a real person who serves as my character sketch when writing them. This makes it easy to remember what the character looks like, acts like, sounds like, etc.

    This also helps invest the plotting of the novel as well. If I would act a certain way in a situation, it is very likely that Finegan would act that way too. I can’t read the minds of the other characters, but since I know the real-life players behind the characters, I can more easily predict (or choose) how that character would react to a Red Dragon appearing in front of them or an Elven maiden showing up at the door.

    I use this method of character sketching and plotting even if there isn’t a personal reference by attaching an actor to a character to better help me reveal that character. For instance, I’ve enlisted Danny Devito as a character sketch in my upcoming thriller, Hat Check – A Troy Bodean Adventure. I don’t know Mr. Devito, but given that I assign certain personality traits and physical traits to him, I can more easily flesh out his character or the character I’ve determined is like him. When I’m writing, I often open a separate document and paste internet-searched pictures of the actor or person I’ve assigned to that character into the document with a few notes about what their name is, what purpose they serve in the plot, etc. If I ever need a reference when writing about that character, I just click open that document and, voila, there they are in flesh and blood.

    I also like to keep the separate threads of the plot balanced with what I call a plot map. I have an outline document open with my basic chapter outlines listed and the characters that are shown in each chapter. I represent each character/plot line with a different color allowing me to glance at the outline and make sure the story is a balanced look at each plotline. This allows me to move the completed chapters around to make the story flow better and not leave one set of characters hanging for too long, or bore the reader with the same characters over and over and over.

    I’m using all of these techniques in the second book in the One Prophecy series called Searing Reign. As a teaser, I’m using Jared Leto’s portrayal of The Joker as my antagonist! Hmmm, sounds interesting. I’m excited to see how it turns out!

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    About David

    David F. Berens has been a certified USPTA Elite Tennis Professional since 2001. His experience in tennis has taken him from city parks to exclusive resorts and island getaways. Today he calls Knoxville, Tennessee home.

    He has also been a writer most of his life and went to Carson-Newman College and East Tennessee State University to obtain his English Literature degree.

    Find David on Twitter, Facebook, and his website.

  • Skythane; by J. Scott Coatsworth—New Release Blog Tour

    Skythane; by J. Scott Coatsworth—New Release Blog Tour

    I probably say this every time I talk about Scott, but he is a driving force in the effort to bring Queer Sci-Fi and Fantasy to the world. To date most of his efforts have been to create a platform and give authors a voice. He’s written some very good short stories, but we’ve been waiting for his coming out party. And the wait is over.

    Skythane is Scott’s first full length novel and it is the first in the series. So with that, I’ll turn it over to Scott:

    Feet in Two Camps

    When I was growing up, I was a voracious reader, tearing my way through my mon’s bookshelf of sci fi and fantasy. My formative years were, in large part, spent on Pern and Trantor and Rama and Middle Earth and Xanth. I was a solitary child. 😛

    When I was growing up, though, there was a dearth of positive portrayals of gay men, both in popular culture and in real life. I remember the ones I was aware of at the time very clearly:

    —The gay couple who lived down the street, whom no one talked to

    —The guy on the TV show Brothers who was really nelly gay

    —A made for TV movie about a teen who came out, gave his father a heart attack and got sent to reparative therapy by his mother

    —The trilogy “The Chronicles of Tornor”, by Elizabeth A. Lynn

    It was the last one that sparked my interest in merging my desire to write sci fi and fantasy with who I really was. I remember when I first read “The Dancers of Arun” and got to the sex scene. Even though it was fade to black, it made my heart sing!

    It would be years, though, before I would come out and make it possible to write like that.

    I came out to my friends and family in the early nineties, and the original few scenes of Skythane were written shortly thereafter, but it wasn’t until a couple years ago that I pulled that old story idea out of its folder to finish it, and ultimately to submit it for publication.

    In the end, I figured out that I’m really happy writing all kinds of sci fi, from full-on romantic to mainstream.

    It’s kind of fun having a foot in each camp.

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    My new novel, Skythane, is just out – and it combines my love of sci fi and secret reveals and MM romance. I hope you enjoy it!

    Skythane; by J. Scott Coatsworth

    Blurb:

    Jameson Havercamp, a psych from a conservative religious colony, has come to Oberon—unique among the Common Worlds—in search of a rare substance called pith. He’s guided through the wilds on his quest by Xander Kinnison, a handsome, cocky wing man with a troubled past.

    Neither knows that Oberon is facing imminent destruction. Even as the world starts to fall apart around them, they have no idea what’s coming—or the bond that will develop between them as they race to avert a cataclysm.

    Together, they will journey to uncover the secrets of this strange and singular world, even as it takes them beyond the bounds of reality itself to discover what truly binds them together.

     

    Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

    Cover Artist: Anne Caine

    Release Date: 2/17/17

    Excerpt:

    Rain hit the plas and ran downward in little rivulets, separating and rejoining like branches of time as the storm whipped itself into a frenzy over Oberon City.

    Xander Kinnson lay on his bed, head thrown back, watching the tempest with a laziness that belied his inner turmoil and pain. Alix had left him and gone missing. A year had passed, and still he had a hard time accepting that simple fact.

    His dark wings with their jet-black feathers were stretched out lazily to each side of his supine form, their tips extending past the edge of the bed. His chest heaved slowly up and down, and he breathed easily, as if he were utterly relaxed.

    Nothing could have been further from the truth. Below the surface, under the deception of skin and sinew, his heart beat at a thunderous pace, and his mind raced for answers to Alix’s fate that slipped beyond his grasp.

    The handsome trick he’d brought home rested his warm hands on Xander’s thighs, his hot mouth engaged elsewhere. Xander smelled the deep, masculine musk of him, slipping a hand absently through the man’s dark, tousled hair as the rain increased to a thundering downpour against the plas. The drops glistened, each an individual universe of shimmering light before running quickly out of sight.

    A flash of lightning illuminated the room, thunder indicating how close it had been. As the heavy rain pounded against the arco’s walls, Xander rode the wave of pleasure higher and higher. Despite himself, he rose quickly toward climax, drawn up on the tide as the trick worked his cock. Unable to stop himself, he thrust his hips almost angrily upward into the man’s willing throat. Closer, closer….

    He reached the crest, a pleasure so intense it burned through him like phosphorous, a white-hot fire.

    Lightning flared again across the wet, black sky, followed by thunder so close it shook the bed. The storm had reached a fever pitch outside, and he arched his back in the air one more time, his wings rustling beneath him. As if in concert with the storm, Xander came, the release of his orgasm radiating from his hips along his spinal cord and down through his toes and the tips of his wings.

    The rush of elation washed away his cares for a few brief moments. Xander shuddered, shivered, and shuddered again, and it was over.

    For a while, he drifted in an oblivion that was blessed in its emptiness. The rain fell in a steady beat against the window, and he forgot to wallow in his pain. His mind floated free, with no responsibilities, nothing to worry about for those brief moments between sex and real life. This was what he needed. This lack of thought, this pleasurable oblivion where he could just be.

    When he opened his eyes at last, the nameless trick was staring down at him, expectant.

    “You’re still here.”

    “I can do more, if you’d like,” the man said with a grin. Like Alix, he had no wings—a lander man.

    Xander glared at him, annoyed. He was handsome enough, tall, dark-haired, with blue eyes and a light complexion. Strangely, he reminded Xander of Alix. The hair and eyes were wrong, but there was something about him, and that annoyed the hell out of Xander, for reasons he didn’t care to examine too closely. “Get out,” he said with a dismissive wave.

    The man frowned. “I thought—”

    “Oh right, your pay.” Xander took the man’s arm and slitted him a hundred crits from the wrist reader embedded in his own. Then he waved the trick away. “We’re square. Now get the fuck out of my flat.”

    The man gathered his own clothes, but Xander didn’t give him time to put them on. Instead he hustled the trick out of the irising door, palming it closed on his hurt and angry expression.

    I really have become a bastard, he thought, staring at his dim reflection in the shiny black door. It had been a long year.

    He tapped the cirq in his temple with his left hand, and called out to his PA. “Ravi, any messages for me?”

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    About the Author:

    Scott has been writing since elementary school, when he and won a University of Arizona writing contest in 4th grade for his first sci fi story (with illustrations!). He finished his first novel in his mid twenties, but after seeing it rejected by ten publishers, he gave up on writing for a while.

    Over the ensuing years, he came back to it periodically, but it never stuck. Then one day, he was complaining to Mark, his husband, early last year about how he had been derailed yet again by the death of a family member, and Mark said to him “the only one stopping you from writing is you.”

    Since then, Scott has gone back to writing in a big way. He has sold more than a dozen short stories – some new, some that he had started years before. He is currently working on two sci fi trilogies, and also runs the Queer Sci Fi (http://www.queerscifi.com) site, a group for readers and writers of gay sci fi, fantasy, and paranormal fiction.

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  • Running The Bases With Joe Jackson

    Running The Bases With Joe Jackson

    Running The Bases’ guest this week Joe Jackson. How cool is that? (For those who don’t know, Shoeless Joe Jackson was one of the greatest player ever and I love that his twitter handle is @shoelessauthor. This must be what nerd heaven is like.) What make’s this even more timely, pitchers and catchers report for spring training this week. Baseball is about to be reborn for 2017!

    Joe’s epic fantasy series, Eve of Redemption, saw a fourth installment released last month with Legacy of the Devil Queen. 

    So round the bases with Joe and then leave a comment when your done. One lucky commenter will win an eBook of their choice from Joe’s backlist.

    • Your series has big expansive world building. What is one big tip you would give to authors when world building?

    Make it immersive!

    Even if you’re going to write a book that takes place on a post-Apocalyptic Earth, make it a place the reader gets lost in. Describe the sights, the sounds, the smells, and let them get lost in its history and grandness. Take them to this other world and show them why it’s so vastly different than Earth, and yet so familiarly similar. In Fantasy, people don’t have Google Maps and GPS. Just crossing the grasslands to go to a town four hours away is a big deal, especially if your world is full of monsters and dangerous hazards. Authors need to make sure the reader feels that, and then a simple cross-lands journey can be as exciting as a twelve-page sword fight.

    • Your book covers are really eye catching. What is your process in choosing the right cover to match your story?

    The original covers were designed to depict moments from the stories themselves (which I’ve since heard is supposed to be some big no-no). Readers could flip back to the cover and see a rough portrayal of a moment from each book.

    The new cover for Salvation’s Dawn was redesigned to better catch the reader’s eye using eye contact and character engagement. The key was to get the potential reader to connect with Kari before they even learned her name. Salvation’s Dawn does have a bit of buildup (AKA boring description to some) as you learn about Kari and her world, so it’s important to make you care enough to read about her and the mission she’s about to undertake.

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

    Superhugs from my daughters when I get home from work, the love of my wife, and a brainstorming session involving an MP3 player and some quiet time. Music is my muse.

    • We know you’re a big gamer. What are some of your current favorites?

    Believe it or not, my wife and I still play EverQuest after all these years. We get bored of it and take breaks, but eventually end up coming back for short stints every so often. We were both avid Skyrim players, put a ton of time and effort into running a raid guild in World of Warcraft a few years back, and have dabbled in several other MMOs (Elder Scrolls Online, EverQuest II, even tried our hands at D&D Online). These days, the kids keep us limited to one game really (aside from practicing bass using RockSmith), so right now EQ has our game time monopolized.

    I used to be a huge FPS fan. When I was in college and had the luxury of being foolish with my time, I’d have many a Deathmatch marathon in Half-Life til 6am.

    Find Out More About Joe:

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    Legacy of the Devil Queen

  • 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/

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    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

  • 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

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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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    Author Bio:

    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

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    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

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

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    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.

  • An Interview with Anna Butler—Makepeace Blog Tour and Giveaway

    Please welcome back Anna Butler.  Anna came to visit last year about this time to talk about Heart Scarab, Book 2 of her Sci-fi series Taking Shield. You can find that interview here:

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    This time, Anna and I are going to getting into more specifics about not only the book, but the universe she created.  When you’re done reading the interview, make sure you enter her giveaway.

    An Interview With Anna Butler

    Hi Anna. Welcome back. What have you been up to since you last visited?

    I’ve been working hard on the fourth Taking Shield book, The Chains of Their Sins, which went to my publisher and editor only this week in final draft. It picks up the Shield story after the events of Makepeace, dealing mostly with the political fallout, and we get to see some of the prisoners rescued from Makepeace and find out more about what happened to them.

    I’m also about half-way into the second of my steampunk series, which started out with The Gilded Scarab, published in February last year. In this follow-up book, the heroes Rafe Lancaster and Ned Winter are in Aegypt for the archaeological digging season—Ned is an Aegyptologist—where they will face up to sabotage and danger. The book is called The Dog Who Swallows Millions. I hope this will be sent to the publisher in the autumn.

    Tell us a bit about Makepeace.

    Working on the data that he collected way back in the first book, Gyrfalcon, Bennet finds evidence that human prisoners are being kept alive on Makepeace, a planet that was once a human colony but was overrun by the Maess a century or more before. It takes a little while for his analysis to be complete, but what he concludes the Maess are doing shocks and horrifies not only him but also his military and political masters. He’s sent to Makepeace, which is now deep in Maess territory, to see if it’s possible to rescue the people trapped there. What he finds proves his analysis right. What the Maess has in store for humanity is not good. The book deals with the raid behind Maess lines and the immediate aftermath. It’s the most overtly ‘military’ of the books.

    Let talk specifics. I know the title Makepeace comes from the planet, but was there some hidden meaning in either the planet’s name or title?

    You got me! Yes. It’s an ironic name, the irony coming from the juxtaposition between the burgeoning demands of a new political movement that wants peace because humanity is so tired of war, and the horrible realisation the Bennet comes to that nothing will stop the Maess, and that peace is an illusion. Not subtle, of course, but it made me smile.

    Where did the idea for the Maess come from?

    I’m very fond of old school science fiction – Star Wars, Trek, BSG, Babylon 5. I wanted an opponent for humanity that was, rather like the Shadows of Babylon 5, a race of older, inimical beings that had no point of similarity to humans, no sense of even faint kinship that the humans can appeal to. We’ll actually find out more about them in the final book, but what Bennet saw of them in Gyrfalcon, they’re have amorphous bodies capable of being twisted into other shapes (you might remember the one Bennet saw ‘grew’ a mirror image of Bennet’s own face and screamed at him). And, also like the Shadows, I wanted them to be few in number and having to use other means of fighting – hence the cyborg drones, which owe something to Imperial Stormtroopers, BSG amd innumerable Trek episodes.

    Why are Dreadnoughts ‘irreplaceable?’

    Purely the immense capital cost.

    Albion has been at war for three generations now. It is a cripplingly expensive war to wage, and even with an economy heavily focused on supporting the war, there just isn’t enough money in the coffers to build something as huge as a dreadnought. Building a new one would take something like a century’s worth of GDP to finance!

    How did you come up with the ‘science’ for your space ships?

    A lot of research, a lot of thinking about what’s shown in other books and on TV. I don’t always show it all in the books, though. For instance, all the spaceships are capable of FTL travel, with hyperdrive engines that drop them out of normal space and into hyperspace (so I can get around Einstein’s pesky relativity limitations). What I don’t do in the story is set aside narrative space for explaining how it works or how the ships navigate. That’s because I’m not writing a treatise on FTL travel or a handbook for role playing games. I’m storytelling, and I don’t want to take up chunks of text with stuff that does not move the story along.

    I know some people revel in the science-y stuff, though, and certainly one or two reviews have grumbled that I’ve handwaved over that too much. So at some point, I’ll probably add it as extra background content on my website.

    Do you find it difficult to come up with realistic ‘systems’ that you can keep consistent as you write further into the series?

    I’ve been careful to keep a large ‘bible’ of things that help me keep the story more or less under control. This ranges from the name of every dreadnought and destroyer in Fleet to a list of medals for valour to a detailed essay on Albion’s political structure and governance. Mostly, this seems to work out!

    Last year you hinted that Bennet won’t see Flynn again until Book Four – The Chains of Their Sins. Should we hold any hope for Flynn to be in Makepeace?

    Flynn is there, although not in equal time to Bennet (Makepeace is essentially Bennet’s story), but he and Bennet do not meet. Flynn’s chapters are more to do with a ‘meanwhile, back on the Gyrfalcon’ storyline, especially his short-lived relationship with Bennet’s sister Natalia. Flynn rather unashamedly uses her to try and get information on what Bennet is up to.

    You mention that “Shield” soldiers get rotations out of that unit for a time, was it hard to create your own ‘code of military service’ for the series and what other quirks did you put in?

    I don’t think it was hard, precisely, but it was a great deal of fun. I have built up a spreadsheet that sets out how Albion’s Defence Forces are governed, setting out the chain of command from the Supreme Commander downwards, listing all 9 Fleet Flotillas, the 9 Infantry regiments (under Field Marshal Klara), the Shield Regiment, Transport Fleet, Demeter Transfer Station and the three fixed space-defence bases. The idea was simply so I had it clear in my head how everything interlocks, even if every detail never makes it into the books.

    In Shield, for example, ships are brigaded into a battlegroup, headed by a major. Every three battlegroups are headed up by a colonel. So Bennet has a clear career path to get him to the point he’s aiming for – he *really* wants to command the regiment one day!

    When it comes to the Gyrfalcon, I have organization charts for the squadrons and more spreadsheets showing how they work a shift system across a 25 hour duty period.

    Control freak much?!

    Are there other worlds like Makepeace, ones that were once human colonies, but are now under Maess control?

    Several. Humanity isn’t winning this war. They’ve had to cede space and territory – in the second book, Heart Scarab, they lost the planet Telnos, and that isn’t a lone example. What’s unique about Makepeace, though, is the presence of live human prisoners. That’s very unusual. The Maess usually kill humans without compunction. That’s what makes it imperative for Bennet to go and find out what’s happening there, and what sort of threat that may pose to humans.

    Is there anything after The Chains of Their Sins?

    At least one more book, tentatively called Day of Wrath. I have a lot to cover, so I’m not sure I’ll get everything into one book. I’ll have to try and be more concise than usual! I won’t give too much away here, but some of the hints and strands of the earlier books come to fruition in a significant political and military crisis. And set against that, I hope to get Bennet and Flynn’s relationship to a hopeful stage – Chains will be full of angsty UST that will need a resolution!

    What else do you have coming out?

    Nothing planned at the moment. I’m focused on finishing the second steampunk novel and getting the last Shield book done. I’m not a terribly prolific writer. I envy people who produce a novel every couple of months, but I just don’t write that fast.

    Any recommendations for readers that you’ve read and enjoyed lately?

    I’ve been revisiting some old favourites recently, and have really been enjoying rereading David Weber’s Honor Harrington series. These are military sci-fi books with, most unusually for its time, a female main character who has agency and doesn’t rely on a man to rescue and protect her. I loved them when I first read them, and thoroughly enjoyed them since. They’re a sort of female Hornblower in space.

    Last question is all yours. What else would you like to tell readers about the series, the book, other books, anything?

    At the moment, romance as a genre is huge, and the m/m element of that is burgeoning and growing. That’s great, but it does mean that any books with LGBT protagonists are looked at through a romance lens, and if any of your readers pick up a Taking Shield book and are looking for romance, they are doomed to disappointment!

    But while Taking Shield isn’t romance, it *is* a love story—a very deep and, at times, intense love story that covers six years of interstellar war and billions of miles of space travel. The Maess war and everything Bennet has to do there gets equal billing with the slow unfolding of his relationship with Flynn, and sometimes the love gets pushed into second place. But it’s there, all the same.And perhaps one day, at the end of everything, they’ll get the chance they deserve.

    But honest. No hearts and flowers here!

    Thanks again, Anna for coming by.

    About the Taking Shield series

    gyrfalcon_cvr_f-businesscardEarth’s a dead planet, dark for thousands of years; lost for so long no one even knows where the solar system is. Her last known colony, Albion, has grown to be regional galactic power in its own right. But its drive to expand and found colonies of its own has threatened an alien race, the Maess, against whom Albion is now fighting a last-ditch battle for survival in a war that’s dragged on for generations.Taking Shield charts the missions and adventures of Shield Captain Bennet, scion of a prominent military family. Against the demands of his family’s ‘triple goddess’ of Duty, Honour and Service, is set Bennet’s relationships with lovers and family.

    When the series opens, Bennet is at odds with his long term partner, Joss, who wants him out of the military and back in an academic, archaeological career. He’s estranged from his father, Caeden, who is the HeartScarab_cvr_f (1)commander of Fleet’s First Flotilla. Events of the first book, in which he is sent to his father’s ship to carry out an infiltration mission behind Maess lines, improve his relationship with Caeden, but bring with them the catalyst that will destroy the one with Joss: one Fleet Lieutenant Flynn, who, over the course of the series, develops into Bennet’s main love interest.

    Over the Taking Shield story arc, Bennet will see the extremes to which humanity’s enemies, and his own people, will go to win the war. Some days he isn’t able to tell friend from foe. Some days he doubts everything, including himself, as he strives to ensure Albion’s victory. And some days he isn’t sure, any longer, what victory looks like.

    Taking Shield 01: Gyrfalcon

    Taking Shield 02: Heart Scarab

    About Makepeace

    Makepeace_cvr_fReturning to duty following his long recovery from the injuries he sustained during the events recounted in Heart Scarab, Shield Captain Bennet accepts a tour of duty in Fleet as flight captain on a dreadnought. The one saving grace is that it isn’t his father’s ship—bad enough that he can’t yet return to the Shield Regiment, at least he doesn’t have the added stress of commanding former lover Fleet Lieutenant Flynn, knowing the fraternisation regulations will keep them apart.

    Working on the material he collected himself on T18 three years before, Bennet decodes enough Maess data to send him behind the lines to Makepeace, once a human colony but under Maess control for more than a century. The mission goes belly up, costing Albion one of her precious, irreplaceable dreadnoughts and bringing political upheaval, acrimony and the threat of public unrest in its wake. But for Bennet, the real nightmare is discovering what the Maess have in store for humanity.

    It’s not good. It’s not good at all.

    Series: Taking Shield

    Publisher: Wilde City Press

    Cover Artist: Adrian Nicholas

    Excerpt

    The thing, whatever it was, had fallen between two pods. It didn’t move. Unlike the soldier outside, it didn’t kick its legs or drum its heels. It felt nothing. Bennet bent over it, laser at the ready, his shoulders lifting to hunch protectively over his neck. He blew out a soft breath. Thank fuck. Thank fuck.

    Not an organic Maess, at least.

    Definitely a drone. Possibly a modified EDA? It had the same well articulated hands, the same smooth plasticised skin over the electronics and metal underneath. But the metallic body had a bluish tinge.

    The head was different. His first thought was it was translucent, the interior scattered with pinpoint lights. But no. The ovoid was bigger than usual but solid and opaque. Some sort of mesh covered the metal casing, the tiny lights woven into it at varying depths, giving the illusion he could see inside.

    Blue lights, the intense sapphire blue of the lights fizzing down the columns into the pods. Whatever this was, it was no ordinary drone.

    The lights in its head dimmed. Flickered out.

    The thing was deactivated.

    It had shaken Haydn out of his previous calm. “What the hell is that?”

    T18. Bennet had seen something like this on T18. Just a glimpse. When he’d seen that Thing, the real Maess, surrounded by drones, there had been something else. Something thinner than the usual drones, less bulky. Blue lights were involved, too. The Strategy Unit analysts never had worked out what it was. In the end they’d concluded it had been a problem with his camera, reflecting the lighting inside the base on T18. He’d had no reason to argue.

    Well, now he knew it hadn’t been the lighting.

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    About the author

    metallic spaceship200Anna was a communications specialist for many years, working in various UK government departments on everything from marketing employment schemes to organizing conferences for 10,000 civil servants to running an internal TV service. These days, though, she is writing full time. She recently moved out of the ethnic and cultural melting pot of East London to the rather slower environs of a quiet village tucked deep in the Nottinghamshire countryside, where she lives with her husband and the Deputy Editor, aka Molly the cockerpoo.

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