Hank's Story Orgy Update

Good Monday morning, Orgiasts! Oh, how I miss these intros. But, I do believe this break will prove beneficial to us all, writers and readers alike, when you see what we Story Orgy writers have in store for you in 2013.

Before I prattle on any further, I'd like to extend a hearty congratulations to Em Woods, whose revamped version of A Christmas Carol, won Best Historical in the Love Romance Cafe Best of 2012 Awards. Congrats, Em, it is well deserved! If you haven't read Em's story yet, be sure to download a copy for yourself from Total E-Bound books HERE or Amazon HERE or All Romance eBooks HERE. This ain't your grandparents' Charles Dickens!

For today's post, I'm going to be just a wee bit self-centered and chat about what I'm working on these days. First and foremost, I've signed a contract with Loose Id for Roughed Up, book 3 of my Pearce and Mark series (still don't have an overall name for it… anyone have any ideas?). This story finds Mark and Pearce enjoying some quality time relaxing on a beach in Barbados, but, of course, Mark can't stay out of trouble for long. He becomes involved in a sex slavery ring and, before you know it, Pearce has to race to find his lover before Mark ends up sold to the highest bidder! It's got all the familiar "Up" series trimmings: hot sex, snarky comments, pulse pounding suspense, and, yeah, did I mention the hot sex? Not certain of a release date, yet, but I'll keep you posted. Need to catch up with Mark and Pearce's mysteries? Find the first two books on Amazon HERE or All Romance eBooks HERE.

The other big project I'm working on is book 3 of my Venom Valley Series. Josh, Dex, and Glory are working on their plans to bring the fight to the doorstep of that evil vampire, Balthazar. This book has some returning secondary characters, such as Beatrice the saloon girl, Walker Maxwell, the mysterious and sexy Army sergeant, and, of course, Sally, crazy bitch extraordinaire, the Old West's version of Renfield, if you will. There will be plenty of danger and scares, some steamy sex, and a final battle that you've got to read to believe. The first two books, Bounty and Bait, have all led up to this story. I'm about five chapters into the writing, so it's going to take some time, but be patient with me and we'll all get out of this series alive. Well, most of us. If you need to catch up with the first two books (vampires and zombies in the Old West with a gay romance at its core, what's not to like?), find them on Amazon HERE or on All Romance eBooks HERE.

Some short stories are on my to-do list as well, for some Story Orgy anthologies and other collections, so come back to this page each Monday for updates. Each of us Story Orgy members are taking a turn keeping you in the know. Happy Monday to you all, and I'll see you on the Facebook pages.

Havan Fellow's Wicked Solutions...a new release

A Story Orgy^™ Author New Release Alert!

Havan Fellows

Wicked Solutions

A Pulp Friction story

Sometimes the only way for justice to prevail is to get a little Wicked...

Blurb:

People who call him know the deal. He'll solve their problems, but he'll do it his way. That's the only way Wick Templeton plays the game. His years on the force and connections to all types of specialists put him in a league of his own. That's how he intends to keep it.

An ex-boyfriend in need puts Wick on a path that crosses that of Ned Harris, a stranger who proves to be a worthy adversary.

Wick's simple agenda gets a little more complicated. Item one: Clear his ex's name. Item two: unmask the enigma that is Ned Harris.

It's a good agenda. Too bad Wick can't seem to stick to it.

You can find Wicked Solutions at All Romancee-books & Amazon

Excerpt:

Wick whistled while he worked, clicking on different files in Neer's computer and copy/saving them onto the brand new flash drive he had brought with him. Most of the files would end up being worthless, but he wouldn't chance missing the right one because he didn't want to transfer them all over.

"Would you mind not whistling that shit?"

Wick didn't even bother looking up, he could tell from his periphery vision that the big brute still sat proper in the chair. "Oh sorry, was that bothering you?" He licked his lips and when he blew between them the theme song for It's a Small World took flight.

"Just kill me now."

"I don't take requests. Now less talking please, I'm concentrating." He continued whistling his little ditty while he finished the last of the transfers.

He reached into his pocket for his second flash drive when he noticed a link on the M drive that he could've sworn wasn't there before. He clicked on it...nothing. He moved the mouse over it again and double clicked...still nothing.

"Say, Cliffy dah-ling. What's so special about the M drive?"

"Go to hell, fuckwad."

"Okay, that's a tad unwarranted." But it wasn't the words that got Wick's interest piqued. No, he already guessed Neer wasn't a poet. The way his back stiffened when asked about the M drive, now that interested Wick.

He messed around trying to find a back door for this elusive drive, but no go. Finally he just put his pointer over it and clicked repeatedly out of frustration.

It opened up to a password protected file.

"Well fuck me, that really does work?" He chuckled as he searched the obvious places on the desk just in case Neer's denseness equaled Brad's. Unfortunately, Neer didn't leave a handy dandy sticky note with passwords stuck anywhere. Well, this was as far as he could go without asking for help. He curled his lip up to the right, he hated asking for help.

"Hey Cliffy, wanna play a game?"

He twirled the chair so he faced the back of Neer's head and propped his feet on the desk.

"Go to hell, fuc—"

Wick raised his voice over Neer's, "There are five main swear words that are frequently used in the English language to hurt people's feelings. When used with lesser cuss words you can procure hundreds of derogatory names. When combined to make compound words your options go into the thousands, even higher if you aren't particularly worried about the grammar Nazis. If you insist on insulting me I'm going to have to ask that you change it up each time. It keeps our romance alive, keeps the spark in our relationship.

"So now, about our game. I've got a silencer in my bag here. I'm about to equip it on my gun right here in my hand." He held up the gun, when Neer attempted to look he stopped him. "What are you doing? No turning around. I really do have a silencer. You'll have to have a little faith in your dance partner on this one. Now, I'm going to ask you a few simple questions. If you answer them correctly all is well. If you don't; I shoot. Let's say, oh I don't know...I'll begin about a foot away from you, but each time I don't get the answer I want my aim will target a little closer...and yada yada yada. Get the gist of it?"

Hi Y'all...It's Em!

Ooh! Ooh! Guess what?! I get to be the roving reporter today! YAY!

And do I have some great news! (You wouldn't guess that I hate exclamation marks, would you? lol)

Your Story Orgy has been nominated in the Love Romances Cafe 2012 awards!

For Best GLBT Author of 2012 - 

Em Woods

Hank Edwards

Lee Brazil

For Best GLBT Book of 2012 -
Lee Brazil's Saint's Curse: Luke

For Best Cover of 2012 - 

Havan Fellows's Geoff's Teddy

For Best Series of 2012 - 

Hank Edwards's Venom Valley series

Lee Brazil's Truth or Dare series

For Best Historical of 2012 - 

Em Woods & Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol

If you are a member, you can go to the polls to vote here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LoveRomancesCafe/polls

Or, if you have missed this awesome group and need to join, you can go here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/loveromancescafe

Lee Brazil's The Accident...a new release

A Story Orgy^™ Author New Release Alert!

Lee Brazil

The Accident

Pulling over to help at the scene of an emergency was the right thing for Dr. Madison Cahil to do.

Blurb:

Pulling over to help at the scene of an emergency was the right thing for Dr. Madison Cahil to do.

But if emergency services didn't arrive quickly, he would miss celebrating his anniversary at a swanky restaurant with his lover, Shane. He'd already disappointed the man he loved; now the whole night would be ruined. Not that Shane would make a scene. He'd smile sweetly and declare that it was fine. Madison hated that word. Fine never meant fine when Shane said it. Fine meant fuck off, asshole.

You can find The Accident at Breathless Press, All Romance e-books, Amazon

Excerpt:

His string of bad luck since leaving the hospital just wasn't quitting. He couldn't believe he'd be the one to have to tell Shane his brother and niece had been involved in an accident, on their anniversary no less.

"I'm a doctor at New Hope. The officer up there sent me down to take a look, see if I could help." A tiny liberty with the truth. But... He stretched up on his toes to peer through the lightly tinted rear window. No child in the car, thank God.

The driver's window was shattered. Using his jacketed elbow he brushed aside broken glass and leaned into the vehicle. This time the cop didn't bother trying to block him, though he still grumbled a bit. Fuck again. The victim was medium height and build, longish blond hair...Caucasian. Just like Hugh. The interior of the car reeked of blood and hot engine oil.

"Emergency services are on the way. Not sure what you can do to help."

Carefully, Madison slid his hand to the neck of the victim. Pulse seemed fairly strong. The sirens of the approaching ambulance were a relief though. He could get out of here and on his way if they showed up, even if he and Shane ended up spending the evening at the emergency room with Hugh instead of at a romantic dinner.

The driver moaned and stirred.

"He's coming around!" Madison called to the policeman. "Hey, sir, can you hear me?" He spoke softly to the injured man, leaning closer to see if he could decipher any response.

The man shifted in his seat and leaned back, turning his head to meet Madison's gaze. Madison's heart stilled and panic rushed in.

The driver wasn't Hugh. It was Shane. No doubt about it. A huge gash on his forehead bled freely; pain fogged his blue eyes. "Oh, baby. Shane? Honey, what happened? Shane..." His training deserted him, and tears gathered in the corners of his eyes before trickling down his cheeks in warm trails. What to do? He wanted to hold Shane, to talk to him, to chastise him for not wearing the god damn seat belt.

"Madison." Shane breathed out in a confused drawl.

"I'm here, baby."

"Sonny." Good, that was a good sign. Shane recognized him. Madison reached out with a trembling hand to push Shane's golden blond hair, darkened with blood, off his forehead, revealing more of the wound.

Your Roving Story Orgy Reporter is here...shhhh

Hey you...psssst...yeah you, I got the goods...you want them? hehe

Here's my problem, I've been on a Story Orgy withdrawal this week...I know *heads desk* this is only our first week not doing a Monday post and already I've got the shakes...I'm truly pathetic...but I'm okay with that, I make it look good! *swings hips* So—I figured if I needed a fix then you guys might need one too...which made me sit and think (I know—that is never good...hehe) and I decided to do what I do best...snoop...*big smiles*

Oh yeah...what I'm saying is I've got the scoop for you! Just do me a favor and don't tell the others I've put spyware up in the SO room...they might still be a little cranky about the whole debacle of me trying to bake a soufflé in the oven ordeal...I swear I thought that said tablespoons instead of teaspoons...and I was gonna clean the mess up—um...eventually *hangs head to hide smile* who knew you could actually make something explode like that?

So...to get on with it...we'll start with our sexy Texan, JR Boyd—oh let me tell you I love talking to that man...he makes me smile and blush and *sighs*...yes he is one of the good ones! Okay...rumor has it he's been working overtime and has some surprises for our next Christmas antho...I know! I couldn't stop bouncing myself!

Now for his muse...none other than our Goddess, Em Woods—well that sassy little bowl of cherries has a deadline coming up quick...but I've got it on the highest authority that she is tapping those keys like a Dom playing his sub and we are gonna have some major good reads from her soon! I can't wait to mark my calendar!

Our lovely French beauty...and my yin *smiles and hugs*...Jade Baiser—well she is doing just terrific on the other side of the ocean (way too far away from me *pouts*)...and I can personally state that she is working that cute derriere of hers off with a new book she's writing also...that woman is amazing I tell you!

I'm sorry...what's that? You want to hear about that man that can make us laugh and gasp all in the same paragraph? You want to know what Hank Edwards is working on? Well...you do realize I'm one of his Hankies right? He is knee deep in vampires and zombie and creepies oh my! *giggles* Yes! He is working on his next best seller in the Venom Valley series...now if we could just find a way to make him type faster right?

Okay...I've saved my muse for last...Lee Brazil—*big smiles* he's got two new books out this month! His first release—Chances Are—sorta ties in with my release coming out on the fifteenth of this month—Wicked Solutions. They both are ongoing Pulp Friction series that take place in the same city...let your mind wander...Lee and me doing two series in the same city—oh yeah the possibilities are endless...hehe.

Well...I'm off for now...but I will be taking notes and names for the next time I am here...just think of me as your roving SO reporter...and remember—this is between us! Don't be ratting me out to them...they've found ways to punish me that aren't so much fun...well...okay yeah they are still fun but that's not the point! *slaps hands over mouth to stifle giggles*

Just...if anyone asks my name is Melody...go with it...*winks*

Lee Brazil's Chances Are...A New Release

A Story Orgy^™ Author New Release Alert!

Lee Brazil

Chances Are

A Pulp Friction story

His Grandma always said he'd come to no good. Chances Are, she's right.

Blurb:

Meet Chance:

"I'm Chance, this is my place. You want me; this is where you can find me."

The problem with that, of course, was that it wasn't my name. My name was actually Aaron Dumont.

I picked up the name Chance as a kid when my grandma kept telling me "Chances are you'll come to no good, just like your pa." She had said it so often, it just kind of stuck. I've been Chance ever since. When she passed away and left me the remains of her estate, I sold everything but a few special items then invested it all in a nest egg for a rainy day.

I figured that's what she'd intended it for anyway. She'd said as soon as I joined the police force back in the eighties. "Chances are you'll come to no good there. It's a dangerous job and you're an accident waiting to happen."

She was right too.

You can find Chances Are at All Romance e-books, Amazon

Excerpt:

"I have to go. Gerry leaves now. Sorry to leave you hanging." I had to get behind the bar. We do a steady business with the cops and the neighborhood people, and even though it was ten o'clock, I had four more hours until closing.

"Call me." His voice was husky and I fancied I heard just the slightest clink of that metal stud clicking against his teeth.

He wasn't the first visitor to my office, not the first face I'd stared at, trying to forget the one that was burned into my retinas, but he was different. I might have to get his name. Shit. I don't think I even gave him my name.

"I'm Chance, this is my place. You want me; this is where you can find me." I won't call. Been there, done that. Got the emotionally stunted psyche to prove it. I shoved him out the door ahead of me and let it close on our little interlude with a sensation akin to gratitude.

The problem with that, of course, was that it wasn't my name. My name was actually Aaron Dumont.

I picked up the name Chance as a kid when my grandma kept telling me "Chances are you'll come to no good, just like your pa." She had said it so often, it just kind of stuck. I've been Chance ever since. When she passed away and left me the remains of her estate, I sold everything but a few special items then invested it all in a nest egg for a rainy day.

I figured that's what she'd intended it for anyway. She'd said as soon as I joined the police force back in the eighties. "Chances are you'll come to no good there. It's a dangerous job and you're an accident waiting to happen."

She was right too. That nest egg came in handy after the not-so-accidental shooting that ended my career. After my injuries healed and the physical therapy was done, I loafed around doing nothing for a bit, sinking into depression and dying slowly inside of sheer boredom. Then I found the bar, and Chances Are was born. I don't know if the name was a tribute to the woman who loved and understood me or a fuck you to the one who ruled my childhood with an iron fist. Since they're the same ruthless, gently bred Southern lady, I don't spend a lot of time dwelling on the motivation behind the name.

Every night found me here, polishing glasses, pouring drinks, and soaking up the world. I got to talk shop with local law enforcement without being responsible for the paperwork. The neighborhood itself was eclectic and I got plenty of customers in on any given night who were prone to chat and flirt and sometimes, like the rookie, even a little more.

He was still there, watching me when he thought I wasn't looking, taking the ribbing his buddies were dishing out with a flush and a faint smile. I was impressed. Rory Gaines had backbone. I liked that. It kind of made me want to test his limits, crush his spirit, just to see if he'd let me, but I knew that was the bitterness of lost love, and I'd never actually do it. I don't think.

As I polished the shot glasses, I was giving serious thought to actually going back to my office and digging that business card he'd given me out of the trash can. When the front door burst open and smashed into the wall with a sound so akin to gunfire that several of the off duty cops in the room dropped to one knee and reached for weapons they weren't supposed to be carrying in my establishment, I forgot about everything else.

A Letter From The Story Orgy...

Hello faithful orgiasts who bounce between our blogs every week… we love you. We really, most whole-heartedly do. You are the reason we six became a group in the first place! We wanted to post free gay fiction that was sometimes spooky, often smexy, and always romantic, and we have done some pretty amazing things in the last two years. The Story Orgy has self-published three anthologies—And the Prompt Is… Volume One, And the Prompt Is… Holiday Edition, And the Prompt Is… Road Trip—and one anthology through Breathless Press, Word Play. We've donated hundreds of dollars to charities from the sales of these collections, and all because of you! On our blogs, we've posted thousands and thousands of words, introduced you to dozens of characters and any number of dramatic scenarios, not to mention lots and lots of hot, steamy sex scenes. Oh yeah, can't forget the steamy sex scenes!

And so, with the start of a brand new year, your Story Orgy writers have to admit something. We're tired. Really tired! We've been writing so hard and so fast to keep our weekly posts interesting and sexy and surprising, that often times we don't have time to write other stories for our publishers. Some of us have Evil Day Jobs (EDJs) that eat up a lot of our time as well, and then we need to make time to spend with families and friends, as well as a bit of sleep now and then. So, yeah, we admit it: we're a little used up.

Which brings us to the classic line: It's not you, it's us. You see, a little while ago, the Story Orgy met in our secret Story Orgy room and hashed some things out, and we've decided that we're not going to post weekly reads on our blogs for the foreseeable future. We know! It was difficult for us to say it ourselves! However, while there will no longer be guaranteed weekly posts, keep an eye out for posts from time to time as we try out new stories or characters, or ask for prompt suggestions from you for a new anthology, or maybe even let you know about some fantastic give aways. This new arrangement will also give us more time to work on some exciting new Story Orgy anthologies we hope to have available throughout the year.

So, while the weekly Monday posts will no longer be there waiting every week at 6:00 AM, we certainly won't forget about you, our faithful readers. We hope you'll still comment on our Facebook posts and follow each of us not only in our future Story Orgy collaborations, but also our individual publishing events as well.

Thank you, you wonderful readers who have come to feel like family to us, for an amazing two years of fun and hot, sexy stuff. We look forward to expanding on the Story Orgy name in the years ahead and hope you're as excited about the things to come (hee hee) as we are.

Much love,

The Story Orgy