New Release and Interview: Night Vision by Amelia Bishop

NightVisionFS

Theron Antonopolis, a strige, feeds on human emotion. In a tranquil suburban neighborhood, his best meals come from a quiet systems administrator who’s become more than a source of nourishment for Theron—Alex Rowler is an obsession. Theron can no longer remain in the shadows. When they meet, any attraction Alex feels toward the sexy monster is overshadowed by his anxiety and distrust of Theron’s supernatural powers. But sensing the underlying arousal, Theron begins courting his human.

As months pass, Theron falls deeply in love, and the need to complete the strige bonding ceremony with his human lover becomes overwhelming. But a permanent commitment is too much, too soon for Alex, and he delays the joining, despite Theron’s insistence they are running out of time. As an unbonded pair, however, Theron and Alex draw the attention of the Midnight Parliament, and the lovers are brought to trial to determine their fate.

Buy Links: Amazon • Dreamspinner • AllRomance

Amelia Bishop links: Twitter • Facebook • Blog • Amazon • Pinterest • Goodreads

INTERVIEW WITH AMELIA BISHOP

What are some of your favorite books from your childhood?

I remember falling in love with The Chronicles of Narnia. Deeply in love. My aunt gave me the box set for my 10th birthday, and I remember walking around in a daze for months, just absorbed with the world and the characters. I’d always loved to read, but reading that series was the first time I was aware of how powerful and magical a fictional world could be, and how much it could influence my life.

I also loved The Wind in the Willows, The Indian in the Cupboard, A Wrinkle in Time, and anything by Judy Blume. One of the coolest things for me is re-reading these stories with my kids, and seeing them get caught up in fiction. It’s beautiful.
When and why did you decide that you wanted to write M/M Romance?

I was having a hard time finding books I liked in the m/m genre, this was probably in 2008 or 2009? The kindle was fairly new and there wasn’t a ton of m/m out there. I very quickly read most of the offerings. There was no m/m at the library, and very little non-erotica m/m at the bookstore. Over the next few years, I watched the genre blow up, and I loved it! Finally there was a large selection of Romance with gay MCs!

When I started writing in late 2012, I wrote bisexual menage erotica. Again, because there wasn’t a ton of it available, I wrote the stories I wanted to read. But one story (“Honest Desires,” part of a trilogy I have since unpublished) was mostly m/m, and very romantic. It was by far my most popular title. I got so much positive feedback on that one, I decided to write another m/m story with a HEA, and it kind of snowballed from there. I gradually moved from writing erotica, to erotic romance, to Romance, but I stuck with m/m.

Who are some of your favorite M/M Romance authors and why?

I love Harper Fox, for her lush sensual description. I love Damon Suede for his fun, unique voice. I love Abigail Roux for her funny characters and snappy dialogue.

Describe your writing place (photo if you like).

I write at an old desk in my bedroom, which is constantly cluttered with notebooks, water glasses, papers, pens, and random toys from my kids. I also often write on my chromebook, while standing at the kitchen counter and binge eating. Not a recommended writing method, but I do it J

What makes you want to write?

I think most writers have moments where they feel like giving up (at least I hope I’m not the only one!) and when I feel that way, I often receive an email from a reader. It’s like magic! I don’t know why it happens and I don’t want to know. I am grateful. Those e-mails are what keep me going.

It’s also great to dream up stories, and so fun to write when the words are really flowing. But without people telling me they enjoyed my work, I don’t know how long I would continue.

Thanks for dropping by Amelia! 😀

Best, Hel

Haunted House of Manlove

1-medium_8615262399

The House of Manlove, our critique group, is hosting a Haunted House of Manlove Flash blog hop.

We are looking for Flash M/M Romance of 1200 words or under with a Halloween and Hauntings theme.

You do not have to be previously published. Your story can be about established couples in a universe or setting from your own previously published work or WIP.

We do not want scenes or excerpts. We’re looking for story with all the story elements and that elusive Flash ending that makes you laugh or nod your head or go “awww.”

Click the link below if you would like to accept this invitation. I’ll send you the badge and answer any questions you might have. I’ll also get a list of participants together for your blog.

This is a week long blog hop from 10/26 to 10/31/14.

 

Heloise West 🙂

 

photo credit: <a href=”https://www.flickr.com/photos/daniandgeorge/8615262399/”>the past tends to disappear</a> via <a href=”http://photopin.com”>photopin</a&gt; <a href=”http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/”>cc</a&gt;

Hot Summer Flash: Full Moon and Fireflies

 

1-medium_722932525

 

Full Moon and Fireflies

 By Heloise West

 

“Who’s that, Kev?” Brandie asked. We stood knee deep in lake water. Rowboats and small sailboats, tied up at the little dock nearby, rocked in the gentle wake of swimmers cavorting in the sun-spangled water.

I glanced over my shoulder. A young man, about our age and wearing low-slung cut-offs, walked up the beach toward us. He’d wrapped a wet white T-shirt around his head. Water dripping onto his shoulders ran down his bare belly.

The cloudless midsummer day was hot. He was hotter.

I admired his long-limbed grace. “I don’t know him. Well, wait a minute, maybe I do?”

“Dibs,” Brandie breathed out in a soft yearning voice. “Oh, dibs, dibs, dibs.”

I knew exactly how she felt. “Only by default, kiddo.”

“No way. That man is a breeder’s joy,” Brandie said softly. “Come plumb my depths with your seed, darlin’.”

I snorted. “‘Come plumb?'”

“Plow? Plunder?” she whispered. “Throw me down in the sand and—”

The handsome stranger stopped and glanced back and forth between us. I wanted to put my tongue to the rivulets of water running down his skin. His sparkling brown-eyed gaze caught mine, and he grinned.

“Hey, Kevin, right?”

My heart cannonballed into my stomach. “Cricket?”

“Oh, my God, you’re Cricket?” Brandie nearly screamed.

“You’re all grown up,” I choked out, gripping the hand he had held out to me.

Cricket smiled and squeezed my hand. “So are you.”

Cricket turned his attention to Brandie and held out his hand to her. “Brandie, right?” Kevin’s best friend?” His glance took in her black bikini and expensive gold jewelry that graced her from ears to toes. She had grown from a goofy, leggy girl into a lovely woman with mocha skin and jet black hair from her East Indian father and a comfortable in her skin attitude from her mother. Brandie preened a little, playing with the solid gold bangles on her wrist.

Cricket unwrapped the shirt from his head and shook out damp dark chestnut curls, then combed his fingers through them. He rinsed out the shirt, wrung it out, and draped it across shoulders tanned to a rosy brown hue. He was a little taller than me and a little broader. Black Irish, my mother had said when I showed her the photos of the three of us from summer camp that first year.

Brandie and Cricket would have had pretty babies.

But he was here for me.

The first boy I’d fallen for and who fell for me. My first kiss. We’d been so easy. So—natural.

The three of us splashed toward a small cove that harbored the bonfire crew, the beer kegs, and the food prep. Someone’s seafood restaurant dad had supplied us this year with lobster, clams to steam, and corn on the cob. We all pitched in to shuck, man the boiling and steaming pots, and gather wood.

Above us loomed a large wooden cabin, now abandoned, part of our old summer camp. Years after the camp had closed, some of us who lived nearby began to come out to the lake island for a week or two around the Fourth of July. A few years later word got around and those grown up campers who lived farther away began to show for summer camp reunions.

I lived close by, and I’d attended every one. This was the first time I’d seen Cricket here. I had to work and didn’t make it out every day, so it was possible I had missed him. We had a lively Facebook group, Camp Arrowhead Alumni, but I couldn’t recall seeing Cricket there, either.

There would be no more reunions in the future, at least not here—someone had bought the island—rather, was in the process of buying it. I didn’t imagine any place else—a backyard, a stretch of beach on the mainland, could have the magical pull this beautiful place did.

Brandie left Cricket and I alone to have our private reunion sitting cross-legged in the sand, a pile of corn in bags before us. The sun was setting but had left its heat on my face, arms, chest, and shoulders. I picked up an ear of corn, stripped the cool green husk from it, and dropped it into one of many of the big boiling pots.

“You live nearby?” Cricket had to speak first, as I was still stupefied he was sitting next to me, agile fingers stripping corncobs of their layers.

Me, next, my thoughts begged him.

“In town. It’s my first year teaching junior high. You?”

“I counsel at-risk youth in the city.”

“I wrote to you,” I blurted out. “Faithfully, God damn it. Then you didn’t come back to camp, and I never heard from you again.”

“My parents read our emails and wouldn’t let me have your letters after that. They didn’t want a gay son, so they blamed you.” He bent his head over the corn. “I was too young to leave home, so I let them.”

“I’m so sorry! But you could have told me later, when you grew up?” I had wanted to ask him why for years and the hurt returned as the layers of time stripped away between us.

His eyes sparkled. “But, Kevin, here we are, all grown up.” Cricket reached for another ear of corn. “My parents divorced, and my mother and I moved across the country, where she later remarried. By then you and I seemed like a midsummer dream.”

A full moon and fireflies had surrounded us when we kissed that first time. “I remember how we were. We hardly knew what we were doing, but I remember.” I ran the soft corn silk tuft through my fingers a moment, thinking back. My heart had thundered like fireworks and my blood sparked beneath my skin. I’d yearned for him for three summers before finally getting up the guts to lean against him and put my lips to his, but he had been waiting for me.

“We made each other crowns and garlands of wild flowers,” Crickets said softly. “I remember their scent when we rolled naked in the grass.”

I brushed against him now, shoulders and knees. “It was real to me then, and it’s real to me now.” Behind his head, a trio of fireflies flew near, and I smiled as he leaned in to kiss me.

“Corn doesn’t shuck itself, lovebirds!” A dinner roll landed in my lap, and Brandie’s distinct giggle followed.

He said in my ear, “What do you do with your summers now?”

“I wait tables in a diner in town,” I answered. “Until my school loans are paid off, that is.”

“When my stepdad died, he left me—a lot of money. I want to start a camp, for kids, like Camp Arrowhead.”

“Wow, that’s— Jesus, that would be amazing, Cricket.” Our time at camp hadn’t all been sweet stolen kisses in the grass. There had been something undeniably good and character forming about our summers here. “It’s too bad someone’s already buying the island because—oh, shit, that—that was you?”

“Yes,” he kissed me again. “Do you still remember how to start a fire without matches and find the best sticks for marshmallow roasts?”

 ~*~*~the end~*~*~

Here are the links to all the great authors and their hot summer flash:

1. Kate Lowell

2. Kimber Vale

3. A Little Bit of Naughty

4. N.D. Wylders – M/M Author

5. Evelise Archer

6. Eva Lefoy

7. Jennah Scotttt

8. C.V. Madison | Dreamer of Words

9. Flashing Anne » Fiction in Few Words

10. ameliabishop

Hot Summer Flash Blog Hop

1-medium_3687718268

The House of Manlove, our critique group, is hosting a Hot Summer Flash blog hop.

We are looking for Flash M/M Romance of 1200 words or under with one or both of these themes:

Fourth of July: The Freedom to Marry (established couples) and Midsummer Madness: (summer flings)

You do not have to be previously published. Your story can be about established couples in a universe or setting from your own previously published work or WIP.

We do not want scenes or excerpts. We’re looking for story with all the story elements and that elusive Flash ending that makes you laugh or nod your head or go “awww.”

Click the link below if you would like to accept this invitation. I’ll send you the badge and answer any questions you might have. I’ll also get a list of participants together for your blog.

This is a one day only hop for July 4th, 2014.

Heloise West 🙂

Hot Summer Flash Blog Hop

The House of Manlove, our critique group, is hosting a Hot Summer Flash blog hop.

We are looking for Flash M/M Romance of 1200 words or under with one or both of these themes:

Fourth of July: The Freedom to Marry (established couples)
1-medium_5902214763
photo credit: Creativity+ Timothy K Hamilton via photopin cc

Midsummer Madness: (summer flings)
1-medium_541565697
photo credit: henke via photopin cc

You do not have to be previously published. Your story can be about established couples in a universe or setting from your own previously published work or WIP.

We do not want scenes or excerpts. We’re looking for story with all the story elements, and that elusive Flash ending that makes you laugh or nod your head or go “awww.”

Click the link below if you would like to accept this invitation. I’ll send you the badge and answer any questions you might have. I’ll also get a list of participants together for your blog.

This is a one day only hop for July 4th, 2014.

Heloise West 🙂