Do you need some positivity in your life today? There’s a song for that! This is A-O-K by Tai Verdes. I love this song, and I probably would have written ‘a-okay’ but that’s not the official name, so I went with how it’s listed and it doesn’t bother me at all… okay, maybe it bothers me a little, but I respect the title!
Matt Maeson makes some pretty good music. While I might like Cringe better because I listened to it an absurd number of times on repeat more than once, I also enjoy (the song) Hallucinogenics.
Side note, my initial attempt to spell ‘hallucinogenics’ was barely recognizable.
It’s an impressive song, but I admit I’m a little disappointed because I thought there was a lyric where he expressed interest in finding a man who is strong, tall, and Christian. The lyric is actually ‘go find yourself a man who’s strong and tall and Christian.’
Luke wonders about his sexuality. Ryan wonder about Luke. Here’s a small deleted bit from One Little Lie.
Luke’s favorite subjects in school were lunch and baseball, which weren’t even real subjects. Maybe Spanish was his most liked actual class… but that was because he could fall asleep during lessons. My favorite was science. It was a shame neither of us liked math; I wasn’t familiar with a formula to figure him out. He could be surprisingly thoughtful and empathetic sometimes and had no problem discussing something if I got upset.
Then there were other times when he closed off. He thought about labels a lot. I could tell, but I didn’t know what to do about it. He talked to me about lots of things, but I worried some barrier had gone up that I couldn’t see regarding this and I didn’t know how to break it down. There was an equation going on in his head and he was trying to figure it out on his own and that was stupid because he wasn’t good at math. Okay, math wasn’t my favorite subject either, but maybe I could help if he just told me about the problem.
When I’m writing, there’s always background music. Usually instrumental or classical, though occasionally something with words. I don’t pay much attention to it, but when a song called ‘Dance Naked Under Palmtrees’ came on, I took notice. Probably because it says ‘dance naked under palmtrees’ over and over.
So here’s a friendly reminder to dance naked under palmtrees. If you want to.
Here’s a brief introduction to the main characters in Black Cats and Bad Luck.
Mason Lewis is a 23-year-old carpenter from Colorado. He has a tendency to keep people at arm’s length, partly because he had a difficult time with his Dad’s death as a teen. It’s also hard to get close to anyone due to his strange dreams of a potential soulmate.
Fun fact, his last name is Lewis for Lewis Carrol, who is mentioned and quoted a few times in the book.
I used a picture of Aaron Taylor-Johnson for Mason here. Other actors I imagine are age-fitting versions of Tom Hardy, Jason Momoa, and Ryan Hurst (Opie from Sons of Anarchy, except with less crazy hair and tattoos.)
Horatio is a magical being who used to live in feline form as a witch’s familiar. He’s a lot of fun because he’s the ‘fish out of water’ kind of character who is exploring the modern world for the first time. He’s sure of his connection to Mason, but less sure of things like movies, baseball, and ice cream.
For him, I picture younger versions of Ian Somerhalder, Cillian Murphy, or Reid Scott. I also keep changing my mind on whether Ben Feldman (from Superstore) would work.
Here are some of the books that caught my eye from giveaways this month. They’re all free. Should I say more? I’m not going to! I can be brief occasionally.
I signed up for many giveaways in March. Not entirely on purpose, but this is the first month where I could join fantasy and paranormal romance groups, so I got a little carried away. The bright side is there are many free books available.
Luke has a boyfriend and a fake girlfriend in One Little Lie. Which is sort of crazy, but what’s really crazy is thinking Luke is bisexual. That’s really insane and laughable. Except no one is laughing. Anyway, in this extended scene, Luke and Lydia are coming back from a fake date where they went to the fair with her family.
We were basically babysitters for Lydia’s younger siblings at the fair while her parents checked out all the religious singers that performed there, but the fair was the best place to be a babysitter because we got to ride all the rides we wanted and play the games and no one could judge us cause it was for the kids. Plus, her siblings were way better behaved than Lily and her friends.
The deep-fried Twinkie was glorious and kinda gross and after having the deep-fried Oreos too, l was okay with never eating anything else unnaturally fried for at least another year. All in all, it was a good day. I had some of the prizes the kids won in my car, so Lydia rode with me and I dropped her and the winnings off at their house. We stood near the edge of the driveway and she gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek while her parents looked on. They went in the house, but she lingered outside with me.
I thought I didn’t have to think about this stuff anymore now that I had a girl on my arm. Okay, maybe I didn’t want to think about it. It was like quicksand, a black hole, or magnets: something that pulls you in. I start thinking about it and then it’s hard to stop and I only end up with a headache and no answers. What was the point of putting myself through all that if I never seemed to get anywhere?
I leaned against my car next to her. Was I bi? “That would mean I liked guys and girls.”
She nodded. “You do.”
“I like Ryan and girls,” I pointed out.
“You want your boyfriend and also to be straight?” She raised one eyebrow.
“Is that not possible?” I asked without much hope.
“I guess it is,” she conceded. Hey, alright, that was—but then she kept talking. “But have you considered the possibility that’s not what this is?”
I sighed, gesturing for her to move over and she and I sat on my car.
All the homes on this block were small and quaint and some of the properties had their porchlights on, but it was after dark and the street was pretty dead. There was never anything to do in town after ten or so, but there was a breeze in the air and just sitting outside was kinda nice.
“You should talk to Zach,” I told her. I mostly got where she was coming from, but my parents weren’t religious like hers. My parents went to church, but faith was only one part of who they were.
“Um. I mean. I guess.” She frowned.
I’d had some bad ideas in my time, but this wasn’t one of them. “It’s just a suggestion. He might know more about the religious aspect than me,” I defended myself.
“It’s not a bad idea.” She gestured vaguely. “I just can’t actually picture how that would go.”
Yeah. They had stuff in common, and would probably have a lot to say, but I couldn’t imagine either of them biting the bullet and having an awkward talk about feelings. They’d both just stare at each other having a too-cool-to-care contest.
“Our parents aren’t the same religion anyway,” she said after moment.
“Does it matter? You’re as Muslim as he is and he’s as Christian as you are.”
She didn’t respond to that as she thought about something and I let her work out whatever it was.
Zach was third generation and his parents were devout privately. They believed in balancing their life here with their ethnicity and religion, that it was all parts of a whole instead of one over the other. They didn’t forget their faith but wanted to fit in here. They were doing a good job in that regard; their son was very acclimated.
“I’ve seen his parents before,” she said eventually. “At their store.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you shopped there. I could maybe get you a discount.” Oh, I wasn’t really supposed to tell anyone my family got a discount. As my parents liked to say, they were crowdfunding raising three boys between them, Zach’s parents, and Joey’s. When we were both 10, Zach started coming with us on summer trips to a lake house in the Ozarks. My grandparents owned it and our extended family shared it. After that, his parents said we might as well get the family discount.
“I used to go into their store when I was like 13,” Lydia told me. “It was my way of rebelling back then.”
“Your parents don’t want you shopping there?” Maybe they were Kroger people.
“Um. Muslims, you know?”
I shrugged. I didn’t really. Some people had a thing about it. Hey, why couldn’t sexuality be like that? The Ahmads occasionally dealt with assholes but didn’t like receiving sympathy for it and wanted to be treated normally. And I knew how to do that; I’d known Zach as long as I could remember. They were normal to me. It wasn’t like we pretended everything was fine, they just wanted to focus on other things. Why couldn’t people just treat me normally?
“They seem nice though,” Lydia said of Zach’s parents.
I laughed. It always shocked me when his parents welcomed me into the store before they realized it was me. Don’t get me wrong, they were totally nice. But I was like a member of the family, so I’d never pick my Monopoly piece first at their house. And Lydia’s parents were like a whole other level beyond his parents or mine. Like under their politeness and hospitality, there was just more politeness and hospitality.
For this cover reveal I feel like I should have built up the moment more or done something fancy because I LOVE this cover. Instead, I’m going to wing it in my usual fashion. This book is new for me because it’s my first contemporary fantasy and new adult novel. It’s still a gay romance about magic, familiars, and a love story that began in dreams.
This complete, full-length novel of around 100,000 words should soon be available in many places, but is now only offered in giveaways like this one. It is abundantly obvious to me that I didn’t make this, though you might not be aware if you don’t know me. This cover was made for me and is probably my favorite cover for any of my books.
Here’s a scene from the book. During this section, Avery Ward and his family are arriving at a resort in the Colorado wilderness for a vacation and family reunion. Avery thinks he knows how much magic will occur on this trip (not much.) Avery is wrong.
Around the resort, everything looked picture perfect with fresh cut grass, flowers, and shrubs neatly lining walking paths. The well-maintained areas eventually gave way to the woods. A seemingly endless forest surrounded the property. Outdoorsy types, Pagans, nature lovers, and so on would really appreciate the place. The air was so full of an earthy scent, reminiscent of pine with other notes I couldn’t wait to uncover.
It was difficult to feel anything other than cheerful and optimistic when in a place so beautiful. This would be—
“Awful,” proclaimed Jonah Harris, the friend I’d been allowed to invite along. “This is the worst thing I’ve ever heard! We’re stuck here all week and there’s no magic? Not even a little bit? None? None at all?”
Stella and I exchanged a glance. You tell him, she wordlessly expressed. He’s your friend.
“Yeah,” I confirmed wearily. “None means none.”
“But…” He made a pathetic noise. “What the hell?”
Hefting his blue travel bag over his shoulder, Jonah sagged under its weight. He was mixed race with dark hair and brown skin. He stood much taller than me, yet he reminded me of a kid closer to Stella’s age, one who just discovered the fat present bringing man, uh, who… oh. Jonah resembled a kid who just found out Santa wasn’t real, desperately seeking confirmation from his parents, wanting to believe any alternative to the truth if given the chance.
“Did I forget to mention the ‘no magic’ thing?” I asked even though the answer was clear. Why should I have mentioned it? It wasn’t going to be any different from our regular life. Well, mine and Jonah’s.
Jonah kicked at the dirt of the parking lot. “Man, this sucks.”
“I know how you feel,” Stella consoled. “I couldn’t even bring my familiar.” She sent me a worried look. “I hope he’ll be okay on his own.”
“There will be magic after the ceremony,” I promised Jonah.
“That’s at the very end! The whole reason I came on this trip—” He cut off abruptly.
“No, keep going,” I prompted. “The whole reason you came on a trip with me, your very best friend—”
“Best male friend,” he clarified, suddenly able to carry his bag with ease and walking ahead.
We were both males so, “That’s the most important kind,” I told his back.
“How sexist,” he accused, wheeling around in outrage. “Really, is this the example you wanna set for your little sister?”
“I’m repeating what you said when you complained forever because I—”
“You invited Heather first over me! Thanks for reminding me. I’m still deeply hurt, by the way. We probably shouldn’t mention any of this ever again unless we want to ruin the trip.” Too bad Heather couldn’t come. She was busy. Jonah waited a few seconds before asking, “Did I successfully turn things around?”
“It is a free trip,” Stella noted. “Whether there’s magic or not, it’s a pretty good deal.”
“Thank you, Stella,” I said, smiling at Jonah. But I couldn’t help the feeling that it would be a long week.
–the full story is available here.
This truly a momentous occasion. Not that there are giveaways available but that I’m posting about them on the first of the month. Look at me, on top of it! This slightly makes up for not remembering to get good luck for March. I told my mailing list about a superstition where the first thing you’re supposed to say on the first day of a new month is ‘rabbit rabbit rabbit’ and then I forgot about that until I started writing this post and have already spoken. Maybe next month?
Anyway, here’s some giveaways for March.