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Thursday, November 29, 2012

Noble Nevada by Erin O'Quinn

Hi Erin, it a pleasure to have you

 visiting.''  Please tell us a little about

The name Erin O’Quinn is pure fiction,

 meant to reflect my deep interest in the 

culture, language and folkloric tradition 

of Ireland. My first six novels, all 

published by Siren Bookstrand, are set in Ireland of the 5th 

century AD, in the time of St. Patrick.
Now I’ve begun to venture into the world of the Roaring 

Twenties in a book called Heart to Hart; and into a world I 

know very well--the small town out-west setting of a 

fictional town called Noble, Nevada. From that setting come

 two MM novels: Noble Nevada and The Chase, both 

published by Amber Allure, the MM wing of Amber Quill 

I am semi-retired now, after a multi-faceted life of car 

selling, college teaching, newspaper marketing and lots 

more. Until I actually sat down and began to write novels for 

a living, I was very physically active in my jobs and my 

recreation too. Now, sadly, my exercise is walking from the 

computer to the refrigerator....
Q: What does your family think of your writing?
For “family,” insert “husband.” My husband Bil is a genius 

and a wit who pretty much puts up with my constant 

presence at the keyboard. He likes to write, too, but usually

 short and pointed vignettes on political blog sites. He 

stopped reading my stuff when I began to venture from YA 

innocence into romance. These days, with all my MM 

writing, he can usually be found in another room when I

 write. But believe me, Bil is super supportive.
Q: How did you decide to enter the world of writing?
Coming from an academic background in English and 

Comparative Lit, I’ve always been a writer--but in a world far

 removed from the one I now inhabit. In the halcyon days of 

college, I lived in the world of late-night term papers,

 academic treatises, frenzied “interpretations” of esoteric 

poetry. You probably know the scene. But once I left college, 

I gladly left that kind of writing far behind and didn’t begin 

to write again for at least thirty years. It took that long to get 

the “ivory tower” writing out of my system!
When I did start to write seriously, it was the series of 

adventures of a young red-headed hellion back in the 430 AD

 time frame, in the area of Liverpool then called Deva 

Victrix. That phase produced four books, all historical 

fantasies, scheduled for publication beginning early next 

A quick bit of arithmetic here adds up to 13 books, and I’m

 not including short stories. Probably more than two million

 words, ay ay ay.
Q: Where do you get your ideas?
With each new book, new characters arise. Those characters 

usually demand that their stories be heard. So one book has

 evolved in to the next. The ideas come as I type. Always.
Q: Can you tell us about your latest book?
The book that was published just 

a few days ago is called Noble, 

Nevada. It takes its name from a 

fictional small town in Nevada, 

my home state; and it bears a 

very slight resemblance to my 

home town.
In the book, two unlikely men

 meet: an uneducated drifter 

named Rick, a man of stunning 

good looks and delft-blue eyes 

(like old china) ... and Tony, a

 kind of  smart-ass kid just out of

college who’s in Noble for his mom’s funeral and is also 

ducking his possessive girlfriend.
The chance meeting of these two men leads to a hot

 romantic interlude, and finally to something more than

sexual attraction. But just as they seem on the verge of a 

happy future together, the past of each man comes back to

deny them that happiness.
Q: What was the hardest part for you when working on your

I think the real pain began when I knew I had to cut out 

some repetitive scenes, told from two different POVs. For 

instance, there’s a scene at  the beginning when Tony wakes

 up in Rick’s seedy motel room. The two men interact with 

an extremely subtle attraction. But I could not narrate the

scene from both POVs. To keep both viewpoints would meet 

with an instant hatchet from the editor.
I have this same dilemma all the time: how can I tell the 

reader what’s going on inside each character’s mind as 

crucial actions are taking place, without  the editor (or 

reader) spanking me for repeating the action?
Q: What influenced you to write this book?
I’m a member of a small FB writer’s group.  One day a sister 

member and I began to discuss “writing what you know.” I 

told her she knew all about cowboys, coming as she does

 from the Houston, TX area. And then I realized that I know 

all about small western town people, because I was born and

 raised in a tiny town in the mountains of Nevada. So not 

only did I write Noble, Nevada ... I followed it very quickly

with a sequel called The Chase. This later novel has

different MCs, but it it set in and around the same small

town. In fact, in The Chase, I begin to make the fabric of the

town more dense and more interesting.
Together, both novels make up the series called NOBLE 

DIMENSIONS. There may be other novels hidden in that

little town. I’ll have to give it some thought.
Q: Do you already know what to write next? Can you tell us?
It’s no secret that I’m writing for NaNoWriMo again this

year. Last year’s effort was a YA historical fantasy that will

 be published in January, written under my real name. This

 year, far from the eyes of children and under my current 

pen name, I created a MM  novel called Heart to Hart [The 

Gaslight Mysteries].
The novel is a boisterous comedy-romance-mystery set in a

fantasy Dublin-like city in the 1920s. The protagonists are a 

careful, fastidious, surly and handsome man named Simon

Hart; and a rollicking, horny and altogether intriguing man

named Michael  McCree, an Irishman. The two men become

unlikely partners in a Holmes-Watson type of investigation

agency. Simon ends up spending most of his time ducking 

Michael’s  forthright interest, while Michael sets about

solving the main mystery: who murdered Simon’s former 

Q: Where can we find more information about you and your 

I’m so glad you asked! Please refer to my

 author page, which lists all  my e-books and paperbacks:
and my Siren Bookstrand author page, which carries an

interview and guides the reader to book excerpts:
And for Noble, Nevada, which has just debuted and is still on

the publisher’s website, please go to:
Readers who are interested in the Ireland side of the

equation may well find some compelling  info. about  

Ireland--original articles and great photos--on my Gaelic 

blog, The Gaelic Spirit Lives Here,
And readers who like a little erotica might like The Man in
Following is my sig line, which will link you to all my 

\important work:
OQ Erin O’Quinn’s Gaelic blog:
Erin O’Quinn’s Manlove blog:
Mainstream Romance:
Storm Maker:
The Wakening Fire :
Captive Heart:
Fire & Silk:
What Molly Wanted: m/f short coming  Dec.5  from Silver Pub. Pre-order @
Erin’s Erotic MM Romance:
Warrior, Ride Hard:
Warrior, Stand Tall:
Noble, Nevada: Coming November 25:
The Chase: Coming January 26 from Amber Allure
Erin O’Quinn’s Manlove blog:
Q: Finally, will you treat us to an excerpt from your Noble, 

Gladly. This short bit comes from near the middle of the 

novel, when the men are just beginning to get over the first 

hot surge to just make love without understanding the 

needs of the other lover. Here, Rick plays a little 

“dominance” game, all the while both of them know that 

they must learn some important rules of making each other 

feel good.
They undressed again, each standing across from each other at the sagging little bed. Tony thought he’d been drained last night, but now the semen seemed to be surging through his balls. He knew there was a viscous sheen on the tip of his cock. “Lay down, man. I got something to show you.”
Again, he found himself slipping into the easy speech he’d left behind when he’d left Noble. He no longer felt a need to sound like he was in a goddamn English class. He’d hone his language skills later, in a courtroom. He knew Rick wouldn’t judge him.
Rick stood on the other side of the bed and put one foot on the top, the same way he’d straddled the bar stool. Tony’s prick stirred when he saw his lover’s soft testicles hanging and his prick standing up. Rick was giving him a hard time, in more ways than one.
“You mean you want me to jump back into this sway-backed bed, Tone?”
Tony picked up the tube of K-Y gel. “Do it or I’ll put you there.”
“Don’t aggravate me, Tone. You’ll have to put me there.”
Tony walked right over the top of the bed. “Okay, man, you wanna pay the landlord for another bed, you go ahead and play hard to get.”
In one step, Tony had scaled the bed and jumped on Rick, keeping him in a chokehold while he wrestled him onto the bed. The bed moaned and caved. “Stop! Stop!” Rick was laughing. “Don’t break the goddamn thing. I yield!”
By now, Tony had his wrists pinned to the bed, and he was straddling the bigger man’s strong body.
“Then turn over, damn it, Rick. Turn over.”
He felt powerful. His cock felt like it weighed five pounds. It felt like a baseball bat. His balls were on fire, and Rick’s muscular chest was rising and falling under him. He didn’t know why it was so important to fuck Rick’s ass, but he wanted to show him how good it could be, how much he loved it where Rick had taken him last night. He didn’t want to be the “one on the bottom” all the time, and Rick needed to learn how he felt.
He lay across Rick’s chest and talked into his mouth. “C’mon, Rick. It’s all good. You won’t be any less a stud if you let me take you sometimes. Like now. I gotta have you right now.”
“Yes, I want to feel it, too.” He quieted suddenly and traced Tony’s mustache with his tongue. “Show me how it really feels, Tone. Make me come if you can.”

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Dancing in Circles by Victoria Adams

Hello Victoria, welcome back. It's a pleasure to meet you Robert. 
Hi, I'm Victoria Adams and I am super excited to be here.
I brought along the hero of book 1 – Dancing in Circles – from my Circles Trilogy -  Robert Holiday. I promised him a beer if he'd sit down and chat. So I'm going to step back and let you take it away.
So, will you introduce yourself?
R – Hi. I'm Robert. I live in North Shore and run with the Shoresmen gang.
Can you explain a bit about Dancing in Circles and how you got to where you are?
R – So, like I said, I run with a gang and sometimes we do stuff that isn't…well anyway, one of the conditions of my parole is to finish school. Cool. I guessed I had to do a few more months at North Shore High and I'm a free man. Nope. Not what the judge had in mind. I ended up registering at Westland Private Prep. This elite prep school full of rich kids. But on the good side, that's where I met Julie.
What made Julie different from the other girls you've been with?
R - Oh jeez, where do I start? First day at Westland Prep, I walked into Biology and there was this girl. She's the only thing I saw. I mean, here's this gang member walkin' into such a rich-bitch (uh, can I say that??) school. I'm tryin' to be cool. Naw – I'm cool. Anyway, she was just sittin' there. I almost ran into the teacher's desk tryin' to look at her but not look like I was lookin' at her.
As I got to know Julie, what set her above the rest was her heart – her soul. She's beautiful on the inside as well as on the outside. She has a huge capacity to love and the patience of – gawd, I don't know, but she managed to break down all my barriers.
Julie's the only person, who, when she first looked at me, didn't see a hot cool guy or a gang member, she saw me. And ya know what? That scared the hell out of me. And nobody's ever done that before. 
What plans do you have for the future?
R - Get myself out of school, keep workin' at the ranch and keep lovin' Julie.
Secretly, I'd like to go to college and I wish I could get out of the gang – alive. 
If you could whisk Julie away for a long vacation to anywhere in the world, where would you take her? And what would you do there?
R - Well, pretendin' I actually had some bank so I could afford to take her anywhere. It'd be somewhere super romantic. Like a little island with a big beach and nobody else around. There's so much about her I want to learn. I just want to spend hours talkin' with her.
Ok, yea, I want to hold her and kiss her and stuff. Especially the stuff part. But I want to know what's going on inside her head. What are her hopes and dreams. Hell, I don't even know what her favourite food is. (Mine's beer, if anyone's askin'?)
Jokes aside, I wish I could release what's buried in me and maybe if we had some time I could tell her about the things that haunt me. Maybe she could hold me and scare the monsters away.
Especially the monster that keeps tellin' me that someday I gotta let Julie go. I have to give her up. Come on, gang member and prep school girl – that's like Romeo and Juliet. And that didn't work out so well, did it?
Beer's in the fridge, Robert. You earned it.
Blurb - Dancing in Circles is the story of two prep school students, one (Julie) from privilege, the other (Robert) from poverty and how fate threw them together while society tried to rip them apart.
Excerpt – Profanity – part of gang fight scene
"This is Frank Guiles for CBHY News. Our reporter, Jack Hanes, is currently in North Shore. He has some eyewitness, late-breaking news. Jack?"
The camera focused on a crouching reporter then panned over to an area where a group of men stood. It zoomed closer as the reporter spoke in a barely audible whisper. "Yes, Frank, we're in the field next to Bells Shopping Center. Both gangs are here, Devil's Blood is on the left of your screen and Shoresmen on the right."
As the camera focused on each group, Julie scanned the screen to find Robert. One man from each gang stepped forward and squared off. The screech of tires interrupted their stares. A tall male strode over and stood between the opposing groups.
The reporter looked at the camera. "We're going to open our directional mics to find out what's going on. I advise you to censor who is watching. The language may be offensive and this could get violent."
"Where the fuck did you come from?" The shortest of the three males spoke.
"None of your fuckin' business."
"It's Robert." Julie jumped out of her chair. "He's alive." She settled onto the edge of her seat, fists clenched and heart pounding.
Robert pushed the person to his left. "Move Marco. We got Pete's killer. Get out of here."
"You fuckin' disappear and then try to tell us what to do." Marco shoved Robert.
"I was tryin' to keep the god damn peace." Robert grabbed Marco's jacket then released it with a flick of his hands. "Now, get back or I'll take ya out here and now."
The two Shoresmen stood nose to nose. Marco blinked first and walked away. Julie released the breath she'd been holding.
Robert turned to the shorter man. "Juan, get your guys outta my territory, or I'll let my guys eat ya alive."
"You sure you got control of them?" Juan nodded towards Marco.
"He'll be dealt with. Now get outta here."
"Let's say, for the fun of it, you and I fight. Winner takes all." Juan stood tall, trying to appear threatening.
Robert snorted. "No problem. I ain't got no plans for the next two minutes."
Juan pulled a knife out of his jacket pocket. "Big tough guy. Thinks he's so fuckin' tough."
"I'll pound your face into the pavement and take your gang." Robert threw his arm out and pointed. "Just get the fuck outta here."
With screeches of brakes and slamming doors, several carloads of gang members lined themselves alongside the Blood gang. Another person walked over to the spot where Robert and Juan stood. He was almost as tall as Robert was. Even his long, unwashed hair added to the impression of height. His voice was too low for the microphone to pick up what he said.
"Fuck!" Robert shook his head and aimed his index finger at Juan. "Point for ya. I didn't realize ya was stallin'. I just thought ya was just fuckin' stupid." Robert shifted and yelled over his shoulder. "Blood and Death want Shoresmen turf."
The Shoresmen screamed obscenities and threw visual insults at the other gangs.
Robert waved his arms silencing them. "You'se guys sit. This is between me and them. Last man standing."
"Shoresmen rule!" A voice called out.
Robert raised his right fist. "Shoresmen rule!"
The leader of second gang jerked his thumb towards Robert. "Who gets to go first?"
Juan sneered. "I've had to put up with this hombre for longer than you. I get the first crack at killin' the bastard."
Robert gave Juan a push. "Leave my lineage out of this."
Dancing in Circles is book one in the Circles Trilogy.
Book 2 is due in Feb 2013.
Book 3 – Circles Interlocked is available on Amazon. Ebook link - Amazon -
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