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Blogging – A new form of self-imposed torture
By L. M. Brown
Blogging: Official Definition: A frequent, chronological publication of personal thoughts and Web links.
Blogging: My Definition: The ability to come up with something interesting, readable and engaging when you have nothing whatever to say.
I have come to the conclusion blogging is something I need to work on, since I well and truly suck at it. My excuse is that all my creativity goes into my stories, so there isn’t much left over for blogging.
Trying to come up with a topic to talk about is harder than writing my heroes out of the messes I put them into. Ghost of a dead guy wanting some love – no problem, I can fix that. Forbidden love between angels and demons – easy-peasy.
Blog about something interesting - cue the blank Word document.
You would think, being a writer, it would be easy to pluck a topic out of thin air and wax poetic about it for just long enough to make it a blog post rather than a tweet. But it is tough, and from what I have seen around the internet, I’m not the only one to think so.
It isn’t that there are a lack of topics to talk about, far from it, the problem is what hasn’t been talked about already?
Take the current hot topics in the publishing industry (at least at the time of writing this)…
PayPal and the Credit Card companies throwing their weight around and trying to censor what we read. There are dozens of bloggers talking about this, so what would I add to the forum? Nothing that hasn’t already been said I’m afraid… can probably be summed up in write and tell them what you think and sign the petition that’s doing the rounds.
Or what about the latest author plagiarism scandal? Is there really any need to prolong the agony that all parties to that must be going through? I don’t think so, so I leave well enough alone.
Recycling blog posts and talking about topics that have already been hashed out by all and sundry has got to be even more redundant than recycling the plots in our stories. And maybe that is why so many of us struggle to come up with blog posts.
We strive to be original in our works of fiction because the public demands it. If you choose to write about werewolf shifters and their mating rituals you better have one hell of a new slant on the idea to even get a publishing contract because the readers have read it all before and want and deserve something originally refreshing to read.
When it comes to blogs we are equally determined to provide the readers with something fresh and new. We probably can’t help it. The difficulty is, with so many bloggers posting on so many subjects, every single day, how do you stand out from the crowd?
You can be amazingly funny, brilliantly insightful or ground-breaking in originality… and still not make so much as a wave in the world of bloggers.
And if all else fails, pictures of gorgeous men are sure to at least grab some attention because, let’s face it, sex sells! A gorgeous cover will always sell more books than one that is plain. Thankfully for me, Reese Dante does amazing covers, as you can see for yourself just a little below.
Anyway, for someone who couldn’t think of something to talk about, I seem to have rattled on for more than long enough, so I’ll thank Kayelle for letting me blog here today, and leave you with an excerpt from my novel, if you can tear your eyes away from the cover long enough to read it.
And be sure to at least scroll down to the end if you would like to enter my contest to win an ebook copy of Between Heaven and Hell.
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|Between Heaven and Hell|
Angel Machidiel and demon Alastor have been denying the attraction they feel for each other for centuries because relationships between angels and demons are forbidden.
Things change forever when they both fall for the same mortal man and begin a relationship with him. Together with Tristan, the ménage they form is filled with jealousy and insecurities, passion and love.
Only time will tell if the relationship they have forged together is made in Heaven or Hell.
Contemporary, Fantasy, Gay, Menage, Romance
Tristan moved the computer mouse over the play button and clicked it. The video stream began with an out-of-focus shot of what appeared like the carpet in the study. Then the image panned out and he saw the face on the screen. It was the face that looked back at him from the mirror, yet he had no recollection of making this recording. Of course, that had been the whole point, hadn't it?
"Er, hi," the man on the screen said awkwardly. "I'm Tristan Garrett and in a matter of hours I'm going to lose my memory. But I guess you already know that.
"Your parents and the rest of your relatives should believe you're dead by now, so don't go looking them up or anything like that. Your parents were..."
Tristan watched himself falter on the screen.
"Damn, this is pointless," the recorded Tristan said. "I can't tell you all about your life in just a few hours. There'd be stuff missing and it'd be like a half-written story with gaps and plot holes. So here's the important stuff. The stuff you really need to know. It all started on Halloween night the year before last...
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Tristan Garrett could feel the man's eyes on him as he moved away from the bar. Like many of the men in The Inferno, the stranger had gone all out for Halloween and was the very image of a sexy, badass devil. He wore a pair of fake red horns atop his head; they poked out from his shoulder-length, ebony hair and the lights of the club caught them each time he turned to survey the crowded room.
Even from a distance, he looked amazing. Tristan admired the way his tight leather trousers hugged his shapely arse, and his hands itched to trace the washboard abs that were only partially covered by the black vest.
Tristan wasn't the only man in the club following the devil's movements. Several had approached him only to be turned away after only a moment. The direct approach didn't seem to be working for this guy.
"He's out of your league," teased Lawrence, Tristan's best friend and former lover, when he caught Tristan checking out the devil for the third time in under ten minutes.
"No such thing," Tristan replied lightly. "You're the one who taught me to go after what I want and not let anyone tell me I'm not good enough for them."
Lawrence took a swig from his pint of beer before he answered. "Fifty quid says you can't pull him."
Tristan watched as the devil rebuffed the latest man to approach him. The devil smiled in his direction and even though he hadn't said a word, Tristan sensed he might have a chance if he were to try his luck.
"I'll take that bet," Tristan replied quietly. Maintaining eye contact with the devil, he slowly finished his beer and put his glass down on a nearby table. Turning back to Lawrence, he nodded towards the dance floor. They had played this game countless times, and it almost always worked. Lawrence led the way and Tristan followed. Moulding their bodies together, Tristan's back to Lawrence's front, they began to slowly move in time to the pulsing beat of the music.
Tristan closed his eyes and rested his head back on Lawrence's shoulder, letting the taller man set the pace. He knew his fair-skinned looks and spiky strawberry blond hair were complemented by the contrast as he nestled against Lawrence's dark hair and bulkier frame. He was a fit and healthy twenty-seven year old man, and while he wasn't the best built guy in town, he knew how to draw attention to himself when he wanted to. Right now he wanted the attention of the devil focused on him. He wasn't going to chase the other man to win the bet; the devil would come to him. He was absolutely sure of it.
Lawrence whispered the devil's movements in his ear. "He's watching us. We're turning him on. He's watching me grinding my cock into your arse and wishing it was his."
Tristan moved back against Lawrence as the other man's fingers slowly rubbed their way closer to his groin. He guessed that within five minutes the devil would be approaching him, just as they had planned. The devil wouldn't care he was with another man right now; he'd step in and claim what he wanted, no matter who stood in his way. "Soon," he whispered, as the slow beat of the music changed to a faster, insistent pace.
Sure enough, just a few minutes later, a hand on his chest caused him to open his eyes. "May I cut in?" the man in front of him asked politely.
|Driving Me Crazy|
Tristan blinked in surprise. It wasn't the devil who stood before him. Instead, a blond Adonis was asking him to dance. Piercing blue eyes pinned him to the spot and he nodded mutely. The man pulled him into his arms so they were dancing face to face, and close enough for their erections to touch through the material of their jeans.
Lawrence looked slightly unsure as he stepped away. Tristan shrugged and smiled. "Guess I owe you," he said. The dark-haired devil had left his spot near the bar and disappeared into the crowd. Tristan realised he must have misjudged his potential conquest. He should have kept eye contact with him.
Still, the evening wasn't a complete loss, not if he ended up going home with the man who was holding him close right now. The devil was forgotten as Tristan gave himself up to the music and the man who held him in his arms.
Serena Yates for QMOBooks - This book held my attention from the first page to the last. The balance between paranormal/fantasy and real-life issues is great, and all three characters totally fascinated me. One of the few examples of a three-way making sense for more than the ‘fun’ bits between the sheets, it brings up issues of faith and morality in a fresh way. If you like stories with some meat to them, if angels and demons and their relationships with each other and humans interest you, and if you’re ready for an emotional roller coaster watching these three men struggle with each other and their ‘fated’ roles, you will like this book. I loved it!
Full review - http://qmobooks.com/index.php/component/content/article/42945-between-heaven-and-hell-heavenly-sins-1-by-l-m-brown
Touch of a Ghost – male/male paranormal contemporary romance
Driving Me Crazy – male/male contemporary romance
Gift of Love Anthology (with Lydia Nyx and Shawn Bailey) – male/male contemporary romance
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Where to find L.M. Brown
Website – http://lmbrownauthor.webs.com/
Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/lmbrown