** Imported from my blogger page**  

 

Blogger has decided to change it’s “Adult content” policy, which has left me little option but to leave. 🙁

The email I received, as did a lot of others, stated that any sites displaying links to ‘adult products’ would be deleted. The email, in its entirety reads:

You are receiving this message because you are the admin of a blog hosted on Blogger which is identified to have Adult content.
Please be advised that on June 30th 2013, we will be updating our Content Policy to strictly prohibit the monetization of Adult content on Blogger. After June 30th 2013, we will be enforcing this policy and will remove blogs which are adult in nature and are displaying advertisements to adult websites.
If your adult blog currently has advertisements which are adult in nature, you should remove them as soon as possible as to avoid any potential Terms of Service violation and/or content removals.
Sincerely,
The Blogger Team

My concern is that they will view gay erotica as an ‘adult product’ and while I can delete pics they may deem ‘inappropriate’ I can’t, and won’t, delete links or information on my books. 

Soooo, where does that leave me??

WordPress is where. 

My new-look blog site is http://nrwalker.net/

So please head on over and check it out!!  I hope to see you there! It’s still a work-in-progress, and I hope to sort it all out over the weekend.

And a wee reminder, that Ten in the Bin, my little 12k football fic, will be out on the 1st of July <3 

 

There’s been much discussion recently of a blanket email sent out by Blogger, advising that any site with “adult content” will be deleted by June 30th.  

*sigh*  

Which brings me to WordPress. 

Not that I linked, or posted links, to “adult content sites” but given I write gay erotica and given the reputation of sites such as Blogger tagging such content as “inappropriate” (and in light of the email stating as much) I have decided to move over here. 🙂

I’m hoping to have much of the site transferred over by this weekend and I hope you all don’t mind the teething problems, as it’s a given that I struggle adapting to new technology. LOL  

Please let me know if the links don’t work, or if you encounter any other issues. 

For those new to this site, my old blog is here

*mwah*

OH EM GEEEEEE

So today was a good day for Blindside!

And this one, too…

Getting to Number One on both sites on the same day is so amazing, and humbling and amazing, and brilliant and amazing. 

The incredible part is, Blindside makes 3 from 3. Blind Faith, Through These Eyes, and now Blindside, have all reached the awesome Number 1 (on Amazon) milestone. 

And it just proves one thing…

I HAVE THE BEST READERS ON THE PLANET. 

It’s true.

I just wanted to say thank you, to all who’ve supported me, and these boys. It really means more than what ‘thank you’ can convey. 

To mark this epic occasion, I’ll be giving away an ebook copy of Blindside!  Please just leave a comment below, and on Monday 6pm (Sydney AEST) I’ll pick a random winner!  

And one more final gif, because Sheldon Cooper doing Star Trek is just too damn much 🙂

Live long and prosper </nerdgirl post>

IT STARTS AT HOME, FOLKS.

As adults, we teach our kids to walk, talk, read and write. We also teach our kids right from wrong (in most cases) and we teach them what is acceptable in behaviour, when to speak up and when to be respectfully quiet.

Well, that’s what I teach my kids.

It doesn’t always go to plan, I’ll admit.  Unfortunately, inheriting traits like being stubborn and short-tempered, and only having so many hours in a day is factored into this equation and sometimes there are nuclear reactions with vein-pulsing-in-my-forehead melt-downs. 

But all in all, we do okay.

I’m not proclaiming to be an inductee of the Mother of the Year award (because I have two kids who would do themselves an injury from laughing so hard if I did) but there’s something I also teach my kids… and that’s tolerance.

Imma let you all in on a little secret. 

Hate or intolerance of any kind is not inherited. 

It is taught.

I’m sure psychiatrists call it something technical, like ‘environmental behavioural science’ but whatever… To me, it’s just plain old monkey see, monkey do. 

Kids hate because they’re taught to hate. They’re taught somewhere along the way, that it’s okay, that what they do, what they are, is better than someone else. And then those kids grow up to become teens who hate, who inevitably become adults, who hate. 

And it’s not just homophobia. It’s not just racism. It’s not just religious discrimination.

It’s all forms of intolerance. 

Thinking someone is stupid, or inferior to you, because of the books they read, the TV shows they like, the clothes they wear, are all forms of intolerance. 

So next time someone in your house says someone is ‘stupid’ or ‘lame’ or whatever, for supporting a different football team, or liking a certain band or singer or driving a certain kind of car, stop and think…

What exactly are you condoning?

Intolerance is intolerance, no matter what it’s disguised as. 

And none of it’s acceptable. 

If kids think it’s okay to hate someone because of the football team they support, or the clothes they wear, then they’re learning that it’s okay to hate someone for any other reason. 

And it needs to stop. It needs to stop with our kids, so they can teach their kids, and the cycle of hate stops. 

I’ll leave you with something Nelson Mandela once said…

So, let’s spread the word on Homophobia and Transphobia.  The m/m community is a fabulous place to start. 

May 17th – 27th is when we blog hop to celebrate tolerance and share experiences. 

Thank you for dropping by, and as a show of appreciation, I’d like to offer a copy each of Blind Faith and Through These Eyes to one lucky person who comments on my blog post. To enter, follow my blog if you’re not already, leave a smiley face in the comments and then hop along to another blog and read what that author has to say.  I’ll draw a random winner on the 27th. 


The link to the Blog Hop page is http://hopagainsthomophobia.blogspot.com/&nbsp;

Have I told you how  much I love my new publisher?? 

Total e-Bound have truly been so very helpful. They know I’m a little gun-shy when it comes to publishers and contracts now and they have honestly been so nice about all my questions and concerns. 

I love them. 

Okay, so I was looking for some cute love-group-hug gif to go here and an hour later I’m tumblr’ing in QaF and Torchwood gifs. *shrugs*  Jack and Ianto kissing gifs will win over a love-group-hug gif. Every time. JSYK.

I have some (tentative) dates for my books!!!

POINT OF NO RETURN, preorder date 24th June
ELEMENTS OF RETROFIT, preorder date 26th August
TAXES AND TARDIS, preorder date 21st October
THREE’S COMPANY, preorder date 2nd December

And all the sequels, to Point of No Return and Thomas Elkin, will be released when they can be fit in accordingly. 

For every one who has emailed me, pm’d me, messaged me, asking about release dates… Now I haz them!  

Will post more info when I have it!!  

Hope everyone has a GREAT Easter!  

I’m also participating in RJ Scott’s April blog hop, so I’ll see you again soon!!  

Happy Saturday everyone!!

Today, I have the very lovely AJ Jarrett on my blog to celebrate release day of her newest book!!

Aiden pulled one hand free and placed a finger under Devon’s chin lifting up until the man met his eyes. “I don’t blame you.” Aiden’s voice trailed off. Devon was a wolf and his father a hunter, and apparently he hunted these beings and kidnapped them, but for what? Devon wasn’t some ravenous beast when in wolf form, so why would his dad waste his time?

“Thank you.” Devon brushed a kiss across his lips, and Aiden sighed into the moistness of Devon’s mouth. With his hands free, Aiden was finally able to wrap his arms around Devon’s shoulders. The kiss deepened, and Devon tugged him closer. Aiden dug his fingers into the hard muscle lining Devon’s shoulder, trying to climb the man. Devon worked his thigh between Aiden’s, and he started to rub his hardness on the firm muscle.

His orgasm played right beneath the surface of his skin. Sweat broke out across his face, and he pushed harder against Devon’s leg. The rough, dry grind just added to his enjoyment. A bolt of electricity shot through his body and out his dick. Gooey warmth wetted the front of his pants, and he panted for breath as his body trembled out of control.

Aiden took several deep breaths. He buried his head into Devon’s chest, too embarrassed to look at the man who just made him come so hard he saw stars.

“Hey what’s wrong, hon?” Devon took a step back, trying to get Aiden to look at him.

“I’m mortified,” Aiden mumbled. “I’ve never done anything like this before, and it was over before it even began.” He pouted, but he couldn’t help it. He’d kissed a few guys but that was it.

“You’ve never done this or anything before?” Devon asked, his fingers tightening on Aiden’s arms.

“Nothing.” Aiden peeked up at Devon through his bangs. “I’ve just never got around to you know.” He gestured with his hands, unable to vocalize his thoughts.

“Sex.” A smile lit up Devon’s face like a firecracker.

“It’s not funny.” Aiden smacked at Devon’s bare chest. “It’s a big deal to me. I wanted to wait until I met someone special.”

Devon placed both hands on his face, urging Aiden to look at him. “I’m glad you waited for me.”

Devon dropped a kiss to Aiden’s lips. Any protest that he should have been making fell silent. Devon walked him backward until the back of Aiden’s legs hit the mattress. They stumbled back and fell onto the soft bed. Aiden could feel his cock starting to stir again as Devon’s heated body moved over his.

One more searing kiss to his mouth then Devon moved lower, stopping to tease Aiden’s pebbled nipples. Aiden gasped and squirmed at the contact. He never realized how sensitive his nipples were before. It was as if a direct line ran from his nipples to his cock, causing it to fill and lie hard against his stomach.

Aiden fisted his hands in the blanket by his head, unsure what to do. His body wanted Devon to take that luscious mouth lower until it wrapped around his dick. Aiden had never gotten this far before, but he’d seen enough porn to know what would happened next, and he wanted Devon to kiss his throbbing shaft.

“Dear God, Devon,” Aiden cried out.

Devon chuckled against his stomach as he worked his way down. “For a virgin, you’re awfully loud.”

Aiden didn’t respond, he just thrust his hips upward to rub his cock against any part of Devon’s body he could find. Devon’s tongue trailed a wet line down his stomach and traced around his navel. He placed openmouthed kisses along the waist of Aiden’s pants then sat back on his haunches. Aiden’s abdomen quivered as Devon ran his fingertips across his stomach before he worked his fingers underneath the material and pulled Aiden’s pants down. Devon stared at him with an evil grin on his lips as he yanked his pants the rest of the way off.

He felt exposed and moved to cover his erect cock. Devon pushed his hands away and moved to hover over him. “Don’t hide from me.” He kissed Aiden’s neck. “You have the most stunning body I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re just saying that.” Aiden gasped as Devon sucked a mark on his neck. All the air in his lungs rushed out when Devon lowered his body to lie on top of his. The heavy, hot length of his cock burned against his own.

“Do you still think I’m just trying to be nice?” Devon circled his hips for good measure, smearing his pre-cum along Aiden’s length.

“Devon,” Aiden moaned as he grabbed for purchase on Devon’s shoulders. “Make love to me.”

Aiden’s body tensed as Devon ran the back of his fingers down the length of his cock then began to tease the skin behind his balls. This was it. For the first time in his life he was about to let another man enter his body. He was excited, but doubt started to plague his mind. Aiden wanted Devon in the worst way but he didn’t want to be tossed aside afterwards or once Devon got his brother back. “Where did you go?” Devon asked. 

“I…I…” Aiden couldn’t find the words to explain. He didn’t want to insult Devon by assuming what they were about to do meant more than it really did. “I’m fine. Let’s just do this.” He ran his fingers through Devon’s hair and tugged him down, kissing him long and hard. Aiden threw caution to the wind and turned himself completely over to Devon, heart and soul. He could always pick the pieces of his broken heart up after Devon left him because eventually he would. Devon never promised him anything beyond tonight.

Author Bio:

AJ Jarrett currently lives in the Midwest with her husband and four children. A lover of M/M romances, she has started writing her own stories for others to enjoy. She loves her characters to be antagonistic toward one another but ultimately find their happy ever after. She believes love can be found in the craziest of places and a little humor along the way never hurt. To her, there’s nothing sexier than two men finding their soul mate and falling in love. When she isn’t chasing around her kids, she can be found sitting on the couch with her trusted laptop giving life to the voices in her head.

Here’s the blurb…

Excerpt: 

What You See Isn’t Always What You Get is available now with Silver Publishing. You can buy it here: Buy here!!!

An exert from the review:
JOSIE’S OPINION:
In the world of What You See Isn’t Always What You Get by Faith Ashlin slavery has been abolished, but its legacy lives on, in the runaways and black market slaves bought and sold. Denny is one such slave, captured on the street and sold onto Richard.
Richard though is part of the Freedom Movement, the famous partner of slave martyr Grady Porter, whose death started the slave uprising, but Richard’s relationship with Grady wasn’t that intimate, and Richard, desperate to forge an alliance where his body is the part of the package, needs Denny to teach him about sex.
Richard is a complex character, he’s emotionally closed off, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, only living day to day, as he has been for the last few years since Grady’s death, I fell in love him and at times he reduced me to tears, especially when he talks about Grady, his one lifetime love. Denny on the other hand is a street smart realistic young man, older than he first appears a slave all his life; he’s been through the ringer, as a slave and as a free man. Denny is very open about what happened to him, very accepting, the perfect counterpart to Richards reservation. At first Denny is stunned to find out who Richard is, Grady is a hero, and likewise Richard is too by association, but soon Denny finds himself drawn to Richard for his own sake, wanting to help him, not only with the mechanics of sex, but also to live again. The journey Richard and Denny take is not easy, especially dealing with the proverbial third person in their relationship, Grady, but it’s a journey where the rewards are worth all the pain.
The pace of the story is perfect, it starts slow and languid, Richard and Denny getting used to each other. Richard introduces Denny to his friends in the Movement and Denny starts to understand how things were, and how they still are, Then just when it life seems settled and they can plan for a future, Richard no longer living in the shadows of the past, they receive a DVD of Grady’s death, in all its graphic horror. Can Denny and Harley, Richards’s best friend along with the rest of the Movement pull Richard back from the brink of despair?
I loved Denny, but Richard was my favorite character, with all his layers and insecurities, at times I just wanted to hug him, tell him Grady would understand, and I desperately wanted him to finally find peace. I think it’s quite obvious that Richard is suffering from survivor’s guilt. After Grady’s death, while the war against slavery was still being fought Richard had something to fight for, but now it’s over he is struggling to accept that he can be happy in a world without Grady, and even though he comes to realize he loves Denny, he doesn’t feel he is deserving of a second chance at happiness. It’s up to Denny to convince Richard he is worthy, a task he is more than happy to take on.

I fell in love with this book, with its angst and all its heartbreak. I sobbed at the ending, but I felt uplifted, and the epilogue is just the most fitting ending I could have wished for, one of the most perfect endings I have ever read for a book, it was closure.
There is so much emotion poured into this book, it has its sad moments, but equally it’s happy times, I couldn’t put it down. It’s one of best books I’ve read in ages. I can’t wait to read more of Faith Ashlin’s work and she is now one of my must read authors

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