Saturday, October 21, 2017

Creating the Setting for End of the Road (@KMNbooks #endoftheroad)

End of the Road cover

By Karen Michelle Nutt (Guest Blogger)

Thank you, Lisabet, for having me here on your blog today.
My characters in End of the Road reside in Malibu, California, a truly magical place of surf and sun. It's where the rich and famous live in oceanfront homes and surfers from around the world gather to enjoy the surf and sand.

However, the mansion where Lars Gunner and Phoebe Keddie lived is fictional as well as the pier that was built by a director in the 30s for his movie backdrop, although Malibu has been home to many TV and movie sets.

The Surfrider Beach is adjacent to the Malibu Pier where Gidget, Beach Blanket Bingo and all those groovy surfing movies were filmed in the 60s. Malibu Creek State Park still has the outdoor set of M*A*S*H. The exterior shots of Stark's home in Iron Man were digitally added to footage of Point Dume. Oh, the magic of Hollywood.

Photoshop helped me create the fictional places that I mention in End of the Road. The scene featured below is the pier and bungalow on the Gunner Estate. Lars Gunner met his demise when he drove his truck off the end of the pier. I also created the photos I used in the book trailer for End of the Road.


CONTEST! I'm giving away a eBook copy of Two Worlds Collided (First book of the Rock Star Romances) to one lucky commenter. The stories are standalone tales and do not need to be read in any particular order. To enter for a chance to win, just answer the questions below in a comment.

o  Which book trailer do you like best? (See samples of the two videos I made for End of the Road).

o  If you win, do you want a PDF copy, Amazon Kindle copy (US) or a Smashwords coupon to claim your book. Don't forget to leave your email so I may contact you if your name is chosen.

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About the Book

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and his death was ruled an unfortunate accident. Despite the fact he can't recall what happened to him in his last moments of life, he is convinced he was murdered. He has been trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. She seeks help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lars' rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.


"Breaking into someone's house will do that to a person."

"CeeCee, think about this for a moment. I didn't break in."

She narrowed her eyes and her heart began to race all over again.

"You know who I am," he continued.

She shook her head even though she knew what his next words were going to be.

"I'm your father."

She laughed and it came out like she'd lost her mind, but her father had been gone a long time and even if this guy's claims were true, which they weren't, where had he been for twenty-three years? "You have a warped sense of humor," she said with a chuckle, but then reined in her laughter when the Lars-lookalike didn't appear amused, but really what had he expected? "Listen, I'm not sure what you think you're going to gain here by pretending to be my father. Sure, you look a lot like him, but there's just one flaw. My father, if he still lived and breathed, would be fifty years old."

His expression plainly revealed his annoyance with her and he opened his mouth to say something but closed it again when the floor lamp behind him dimmed. Just as the room threatened to go dark, the crackle of electricity brought the light bulb back to life once more.

She stared wide-eyed at the Lars-lookalike for a full two seconds before she realized why something seemed off. She could see the lamp standing tall and bright but not to the side of him. She could see the lamp right through him as if his body mass had suddenly gone transparent. She closed her eyes then reopened them again as if doing so would clear her vision, but nothing changed.

"What's wrong?" he asked with concern.

Now, wasn't that a loaded question? "You're..." she pointed at him and swallowed the lump in her throat. "I-I can see right through you."

The Lars-lookalike glanced down at himself and cursed. "I'm sorry," he told her before he winked out. It was the only way she could explain what she witnessed. He was standing there one moment then poof he wasn't.

She blinked and blinked again. Had she really seen her father's ghost? "No. No. Not possible."

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About the Author

Karen Michelle Nutt resides in California with her husband. Though her three children are grown and starting their own adventures, she still has a houseful of demanding pets. Jack, her Chorkie, is her writing buddy and sits long hours with her at the computer.

When she's not time traveling, fighting outlaws, or otherworldly creatures, she creates pre-made book covers to order at Gillian's Book Covers, "Judge Your Book By Its Cover".

Whether your reading fancy is paranormal, historical or time travel, all her stories capture the rich array of emotions that accompany the most fabulous human phenomena—falling in love.

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Friday, October 20, 2017

Silly Me! (#MMM #paranormal #giveaway @DaleCLowry)

Myths, Moons and Mayhem cover
By Dale Cameron Lowry (Guest Blogger)

My new paranormal erotica anthology Myths, Moons, and Mayhem was conceived over a Facebook chat I had with Sexy Little Pages publisher Anna Sky last winter. She thought it would be fun to release a Halloween anthology of gay ménage erotica with that title, and ever the sucker for a good pun , I naturally agreed. (The books initials and the abbreviation for gay ménage are both MMM.)

And then—silly me!—I said, “I’ll edit it.”

That was the beginning of spending a lot of quality weekends in the office together with my cat. I read through dozens of incredible stories, made tough choices about what to include, and then annoyed my authors with repeated rounds of revisions and punctuation checks.

It was also the genesis of my own story for the anthology,The Cave.Id written paranormal fiction before, of courseghosts, vampires, fairies, were-raccoonsbut for this, I had to come up with something completely different. I didnt want to play with any of the popular paranormal character types like vampires or werewolves, because I knew Id be getting plenty of those in the submissions, and the final anthology needed to have a good balance of the familiar and the completely unexpected.

So I wrote a story in a setting Id never seen before in paranormal fictiona paleontological excavation in western Madagascarwhere the predominant attitude toward the paranormal isnt one of awe or wonder.

InThe Cave,my contribution to Myths, Moons, and Mayhem, magic is widely recognized as real, but most people view it as ho-hum and passé, to such an extreme degree they forget to use it when all else fails. Nature photographer and perpetual singleton Ethan is accompanying a group of scientists on fieldwork when some team members fall into a rock fissure. The team tries all the usual, real-world rescue methods to no avail. Only after several hours does Ethan realize his magical skillswhich hes always had but, like most people, never done much withmight come in handy.

The event launches a complicated erotic dance between Ethan, Mendrika (one of the rescueesMendrika is a common mans name in Malagasy), and Joseph (Mendrikas French husband), as well as a deeper exploration of all three mens magic.

Of course, working with the other stories in the anthology has been just as magical for me. They have deepened my passion for both the fantasy and ménage
subgenres, which both stretch our imaginations beyond preconceived limits.

There’s a moment in Rebecca Buchanan’s “The Secret of the Golden Cup,” the second story in Myths, Moons, and Mayhem, when the lead character whispers in sudden realization, “Magic is real. Magic is real.” That’s how I feel about the stories in this collection: they create worlds that let me, as a reader, experience a whole new universe of possibilities.

Reading truly is magic.

In a world where so many of us are loudly and frequently told that we’re lesser people, I need those kinds of stories. I need those reminders that the world is bigger than what I see in front of me. I need to know that love, happiness, and magic is out there for everyone to find—including you and me.


To celebrate the release of the paranormal gay ménage anthology Myths, Moons & Mayhem, Dale Cameron Lowry is giving away a bunch of paranormal and ménage ebooks for your reading pleasure. Prizes include:

Chance & Possibility: Seven Fantastical Tales of Gay Desire, an eclectic selection of Dale’s previously published paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi stories. Chance & Possibility isn’t available to buy anywhere.

Pacific Rimming, a contemporary novelette about a middle-aged gay married couple who fall in love with a younger man while vacationing on Canadas Vancouver Island

Love Unmasked, the story of a gay man whos unlucky in love because, once in a blue moon, he turns into a raccoon.

Where to buy Myths, Moons, and Mayhem

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(this will get you to the paperback at your countrys Amazon store):

About Myths, Moons, and Mayhem

Myths, moons, and mayhem make the perfect threesome—and so do the men in this anthology.

Enjoy nine erotic stories of paranormal ménages a trois fueled by lust and magic, where mystical forces collide with the everyday world and even monsters have their own demons to conquer.

A werewolf gets a lust-fueled lesson on fitting in with the pack, a professor unlocks ancient secrets and two men’s hearts, and a pair of supernaturals find themselves at the erotic mercy of a remarkable human. Ghosts, fairies, aliens, and mere mortals test the boundaries of their desires, creating magic of their own.

Penned by popular authors such as Rob Rosen and Clare London, as well as by newcomers to the genre, Myths, Moons & Mayhem is an eclectic mix of paranormal lust and polymythic beings that will spark your fantasies and fuel your bonfires.

Read story summaries and excerpts at

Excerpt from “The Cave” by Dale Cameron Lowry

AboutThe Cave: Nature photographer and perpetual singleton Ethan is accompanying a group of paleontologists on a caving expedition in Madagascar when Mendrika, a Malagasy scientist, falls into a rock fissure. After using magic to rescue him, Ethan gets quite the passionate thank you from Mendrika and his husband Joseph.

This scene takes place just after the rescue, while the team medic is looking Mendrika over and the rest of the group heads back toward camp. Mendrika, by the way, is a common man’s name in Malagasy, the national language of Madagascar. It means “dignified” or “deserving.” His husband, Joseph, is French.

Joseph was so unlike his usual self on the way back to camp, gregarious and expansive, thanking each of the rescuers with a kiss on the cheek.

I’m sorry I was short with you,” Joseph said when it was my turn. His English accent was usually pretty clean, as he’d spent some undergraduate semesters in the United States. But now, due to the stress of the day or his newfound ebullience, he was slipping into something more lyrical.

Don’t worry about it. We were all a little freaked out.”

No, no,” he said, though his accent was so thick now it might as well have been Non, non. “I was rude. Forgive me?” His eyes were as wide and doleful as a white-browed owl’s.

Of course. I’m sure if my husband was stuck in a cave, my behavior would have been much worse.”

Joseph’s eyes turned into a chameleon’s. They bugged out of his head. “You have a husband?”

I was speaking hypothetically. I’ve never been married.”

Oh! But you are… homosexual?” He pronounced it all French-like, dropping the “h” and rounding his lips into such a tight ring around the “u” of “sexual” that the sound verged on a whistle. I’ve never liked that word—too clinical—but in Joseph’s mouth, it became a symphony in five syllables.

Bisexual, actually.”

Bee-sex-soo-elle? I had no idea.” Joseph squeezed my hand. “I suppose being with the same man for nine years has killed my… gaydar? That is what you Americans call it, yes?”

I chuckled. “Yup.”

Well, thank you, my friend.” Joseph leaned in to kiss me. I could smell the dirt on him, the sweat and strain, but also the sweet, evocative scent of his skin. His lips were soft against the sharp, itchy stubble I’d let grow over the past few days.

Since we weren’t in France, I was under no obligation to echo his silly French customs. But what would it hurt to humor him this once? As he withdrew I moved toward him, returning the peck on his opposite cheek. His face was rough from five o'clock shadow and dirt. I closed my eyes and tried to memorize that texture. I took a second whiff in hopes of memorizing his scent.

About Dale Cameron Lowry

Dale Cameron Lowry had a jagged forehead scar before Harry Potter made it cool. When not busy fighting evil, Dale writes and edits queer romance and speculative fiction. Come to think of it, maybe those are ways of fighting evil too.

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