Not His Kiss to Take Now Available

Not His Kiss to Take is finally available.  And yes, it's free!

So if you're looking for a wild ride with a kinky doctor and his mouthy young not-quite-a-sub, here's the Smashwords link:

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/265643

This is a m/m erotic romance, GFY, May-December, kink/fetish, D/s story written in alternating third person POV and it's novel length.

Hope to have it up on Amazon soon, but they don't like free books, so when I work it out, I'll post the link.  A Kindle version is available on Smashwords, though.

Hope you enjoy!

Not His Kiss To Take Cover Love

My cover for Not His Kiss To Take is now finished!  Thank you to the very talented Angela Waters for making my ideas a reality.

And the story is almost ready too, editing is all done.  Now just have to sort out the Smashwords Style Guide and it will be ready for uploading, hopefully by mid-December at the latest (depends on the stresses of the Evil Day Job).  

Will post links as soon as it's up and downloadable.

Not His Kiss to Take

I'm currently editing (almost done!) my upcoming FREE read, Not His Kiss to Take.  Not quite sure how I'll make it available (Smashwords, most likely, and Amazon), but will post particulars when I have it ready to go (I now estimate end of November, 2012).

Find out what happens a bossy, junkie, has-been doctor with questionable ethics meets his match in a stubborn twenty-something bundle of curiosity with a bit of a temper.

Dr. Evan Harrison has become a recluse, a prisoner inside his own house, felled in his prime by a migraine headache without end.  All he'd ever wanted was to be a doctor, and now he's nothing - until chance delivers a beaten and battered Jamie into his care.  Fourteen years his junior, gorgeous, mouthy, stubborn and...completely and unquestionably straight.  Maybe.  Or maybe not...

Jamie doesn't know what the hell hit him (other than there were three of them), and that he's broken and in pain and he doesn't know the identity of the kind stranger with the cold stethoscope, warm eyes and voice of an angel looking after him.  And he sure as hell doesn't know why he finds him sexy...or likes his bossiness.

Not His Kiss to Take is a contemporary m/m short novel containing light medical kink/fetish aspects, light BDSM elements (bondage, spanking, breath-play), lots of swear words, wishes for kisses and the use of medical gloves in a manner probably not intended by the manufacturer.  Heat level:  HOT!  Possibility of smoke, flames and dangerous backdrafts.  But you knew I don't do sweet, right?

And that lovely snowscape?  Spokane, in winter - one of my favorite cities and the setting for Not His Kiss to Take.

Jamie

Some great m/m book series

I love a good book series.  The world is already built in my imagination and the characters are already beloved, so when I can pick up a new book and carry on where the story left off, it's pure heaven.  Sometimes a series can go on a bit too long, true, but for the most part, I'm always looking forward to the next one.  And I sincerely hate having to wait for that next one to get written!

When I started reading m/m books, I was delightfully surprised to find so many great series, and I don't mean great for just that genre, but fantastic overall.  So here's some series I've really enjoyed, although this is certainly not all of them (and best of all, some of these authors have more than one great series):

By Josh Lanyon (the Adrien English Mysteries):

           

Excellent mysteries, great writing and at one point in the series, I have to say I have never hated a ficitional character as much as I did Jake Riordan.  I could've thrown my Kindle.

By Abigail Roux and Madeleine Urban (the Cut & Run series, with more to come):

           

Loved both main characters, even when they sometimes hate each other.

By Jordan Castillo Price (the Psycop series, with, hopefully, more to come):

             

I love the main character Vic and his warped sense of humor.  I also love paranormal, so this was a great series for me.

By Mary Calmes (the Warder series):

              

Paranormal, with each book focusing on different, but related characters.  Novellas.  Sinnerman was my favorite.

By Lynn Flewelling (the Nightrunner series - not strictly m/m, but mainstream fantasy)

              

Excellent fantasy world with great characters.  There's also a complimentary series set in the same world, but in a different time period and also excellent.

Can't wait to find my next favorite series.  Feel free to email me your suggestions at finnmarlowe@yahoo.ca! You can check on Goodreads to see if I've already found it first, if you like.

As for myself, I'm hoping to someday finish A Trick of the Light (next after A Thread of Deepest Black) and to edit down to manageable size A Kiss of Tears and Thorns and maybe have a series of my own...

First Print Book!

A Thread of Deepest Black is now out in print (and it's very pretty, just sayin'), so if you love the feel of a real paperback in your hands (and that smell...awesome) you can get one now.  Samhain has it on special right now, and of course you can buy it from Amazon and lots of other book retailers.

And, if you happen to see it on a bookshelf in a store somewhere - take a picture and send it to me please! (Chapters up here in British Columbia doesn't stock any M/M Romance, the cowards).

Here's the Samhain link:  http://store.samhainpublishing.com/thread-deepest-black-p-6788.html

Top Pick! Forever in One Second



Forever in One Second has been reviewed at Night Owl Reviews.  Here's the link:

http://erotica.nightowlreviews.com/nor/Reviews/Lilyraines-reviews-Forever-In-One-Second-by-Finn-Marlowe.aspx

Yes, I know, I'm a Magpie 'cause I like the pretty, shiny Top Pick Pin!

Autographs and Nervous Breakdowns

Now that the release date for the paperback version of A Thread of Deepest Black is almost here (March 6), I have received my copies from my publisher, Samhain.  They arrived unexpectedly early all boxed up in bubblewrap and it took me several hours of staring at the box on the kitchen counter before I could open it.  I have no idea why, I was excited to see a print copy of my book (my first one), and yet I was scared to peek inside!  Obviously I got over it.

They are very pretty.  I still love Kanaxa's wonderful cover.  Once my sisters found out, I had to fork over their copies.  One of them already read the ebook, but the other...lets just say I'm sure she'll never look at me the same way again!  I am trying to weasel out of giving my mom one.  I will eventually fail.  Mothers trump every excuse you can come up with.  Now, everybody in my family knows what I write, I blab storylines to them all the time, but unless you are m/m fan, I imagine reading it for the first time can be quite shocking.  In the end though, its their decision.

Which brings me to the next scary thing about receiving those books:  Autographing one!



It just so happens that on the day I received this Pandora's Box lovely package, I had plans to meet up with my friend Mountie from the Goodreads M/M Romance group for coffee (actually I only drink tea, but we always choose to keep the Starbucks staff employed).  I wasn't sure she'd want a copy, but I brought one, 'cause I just had to show SOMEBODY!  Being the wonderful person she is, yes, she did want one and then...well, she wanted me to autograph it for her.  OMG!  What?  I refrained from saying "What the hell for!" (or maybe I didn't, the whole thing is a freaky blur) and proceded to enter some bizarre fugue state.

Everything went blank.  Yep.  I couldn't find the words, any friggin' words, which is not something I've ever had happen to me.  I mean I knew I wanted to thank her for the honor, but wow, the link from brain to hand was broken, something had short-circuited.  And when I finally landed back on Earth with a thump, my shaky hand could barely hold the pen.  And she was kind enough to show me where I was supposed to sign.  I did not acquit myself well.  Thank you for putting up with me Mountie (I have no idea what I wrote, please tell me it wasn't moronic!).  If I had to have a meltdown in public, I'm glad it was with you!

So if you ever decide to ask me for my autograph (like at GayRomLit) please go easy on me.  While I may wonder why you want it, I will eventually suck it up and get it done because absolutely and truly, the honor is mine, that you would ask because you liked my book, and I thank you.

Valentine's Day Wishes

To all the couples out there (and triples as the case may be, I’m a romantic no matter what you’ve got going), have a great Valentine’s Day, and I hope that whatever surprises you’ve diligently planned turn out perfect.  No plans?  It’s not too late to move your ass!  It really is the thought that counts. In this busy, busy world we live in, doing something to ease the burden for your special someone is a great present.  Gas up their car for them (or wash it), vacuum the house (naked’s good) or, and most people love this—make dinner.  Thoughtfulness is always the perfect gift.  So is chocolate.

No significant other?  So what!  I’m still mourning the loss of my other half, but I have plans today anyway.  Bingo!  Yeah, I know, am I crazy?  No.  My mother loves getting out to bingo with her girls and we indulge her whenever we can and besides, last time I went, I won $120.00 – so there, you doubters (good thing I don’t have an addictive personality…). 

So today us girls are gonna dig out our red shirts, pack our wallets and head to the casino and make our tax donations to the government have fun.  Maybe I’ll win, maybe I won’t, but that’s not the point.  The point is I’ll be out with those I love, even if it’s not a romantic kind of love.  I’m going to treasure every minute with them, and later, I’m going to buy my own damn chocolate.

Happy hearts and flowers day!

Perfectly Legal Torture

There’s a horrible form of torture going on all around us and nobody’s doing anything to stop it.  Most likely, someone you know has suffered through it, a family member, close friend, lover.  Maybe even you—and you’ve suppressed the memory so deep into your subconscious you won’t recall the pain and agony until it happens to you again.  There’s probably a scary, scientific name for it, but for now, I’ll just call it Putting Shit Together.

Oh, you remember now, don’t you?  That thing you bought from Ikea/Jysk/Home Depot?  That just perfect item for the den/bedroom/living room that came with 67 pieces and 387 nuts & bolts and that extra piece you just have no idea where it goes?  Christmas is a particularly vulnerable time for the unsuspecting gift-giver (and receiver).  Did you give someone misery for Christmas? 

Just recently I moved to a new home, which is why this topic is foremost in my mind.  A new home means new spaces that need to be filled (and not just with shoes).  I have put together so many things lately that I have enough left-over Allen wrenches to make a funky sculpture.  The worst offender was the coat rack I desperately needed for they front entrance, because you just know how great kids are about putting things on hangers, so I thought I’d save myself some grief and get something with hooks instead. Silly me.  Apparently they don’t understand how to use hooks either or find them scary, I'm not sure which.

My first clue should have been the beginning paragraph of the supposed instructions, warning me not to tighten any of the bolts more than half-way.  Okay.  I obeyed ‘cause I can follow directions (well, sometimes), and proceeded to put the damn thing together.  Somewhere out there the evil manual-writing people (whose first language is not English) are laughing their asses off, wicked gleams sparkling in their respective eyes.

Step one said to follow the diagram exactly, which I did, although I didn’t use a magnifying glass, dictionary, or the power of the Force, sorry to say.  So, around step 47 I had an epiphany.  There’s a reason you aren’t supposed to tighten the bolts and it’s because you have to take the whole thing apart and start over from step one.  Why? Let me explain how this works. 

You must start over because you put the two pieces together backwards.  Never mind it looked exactly the same as in their diagram, but when you get to step 48, the bolt holes don’t line up as shown in the newest diagram.  Now the instruction sheet writers knew you would do this (as you had a 50% chance of doing it wrong, but Murphy’s Law said nah, 100% chance) which is why they are laughing, from some tropical place, at your suffering.

At this point you curse under your breath (or aloud, very loud), take it all apart and begin again.  Your hands begin to ache.  Your head throbs.  The Allen wrench clatters from your cramped fingers to the floor, skids like it had wheels and falls through the slats of the heating vent on the floor eight feet away.  The dog thinks you are crawling around on the floor expressly for his entertainment and not only French kisses you, licks your eyeball with the accuracy of a government trained sniper.  If you don’t break a nail (below the bed of course) prying off the vent cover, you cut yourself on the sharp (and rusty) edge.  But what the hell—you recall hearing dog slobber has antibacterial properties and since he already had his tongue in your mouth…and you had a tetanus shot ten years ago…you finally retrieve the tiny wrench from the unidentifiable (and you don’t want to know) gunk from down in the vent and pick up where you left off. 

You finish.  Then bask in the head rush of satisfaction, and, admit it now, pride, that you have accomplished this great and wonderful thing.  The head rush lasts roughly 30 seconds until you realize there are 3 bolts/screws/metal thingies left over.  And your construct is leaning/listing/disassembling itself as you watch…

After this you will likely do one of the following:

1. Cry
2. Swear
3. Throw things while having an epic hissy fit
4. Phone the number on the instructions, you know, the toll-free number where it says someone will help you? (Hope you know your call will be re-routed to a call center in India/Malaysia/Newfoundland and you won’t understand a word they’re saying…)
5. Take it back (you didn’t destroy the packaging it came in, did you? Oh, sorry, I know those giant staples rip cardboard like nothing else, and that plastic/Styrofoam is so delicate/fun to pop/snap into clingy bits)
6. Shove it somewhere in the garage and hope it comes back to life and reassembles itself (just so you know, you will get caught and bitched out for taking this step.  Do not forget to hide the receipt and have a handy, all-purpose lie ready that you were given this thing by [insert name of person intensely disliked by person bitching] and all it needs is one screw/bolt/metal thingy to fix and then wouldn’t it look perfect in the…man cave…workshop…and if you’re a guy, try saying that wonderful new hobby/sewing/spa room you’re gonna build for her…)
7. All of the above

However, might I suggest one last option…?

8. Wipe sweat off brow, blood onto pant leg, dog slobber along sleeve and do what any sensible person would do under the circumstances:  Phone your Dad.  If that’s not an option, use plan B and call husband/wife/retired nosy neighbor/brother/cute guy down the road who’s been trying to get into your pants dying to ask you out and get them to put it together for you.

Problem solved.

** Next time just go with #8 first. Beer/hamburgers/cookies/gas money/kinky sexual favors will be so much easier.

 

Win Forever!

No, not that forever (although I'd offer it up as a prize if I could!), but an ebook copy of my new release Forever In One Second, now out from Samhain Publishing.

Head on over to Stumbling Over Chaos and leave a comment between now and January 19, 2012, and Forever could be yours!

Link:  http://www.stumblingoverchaos.com/

Now Available at the Samhain store:  http://store.samhainpublishing.com/forever-second-p-6612.html?osCsid=60252a7d18052f882d8910a27f701d23

And Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Forever-in-One-Second-ebook/dp/B005VFO95G/ref=sr_1_1?m=AZC9TZ4UC9CFC&ie=UTF8&qid=1324575601&sr=1-1

Now also up at All Romance Ebooks:

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-foreverinonesecond-669008-145.html