Thursday, May 28, 2015

Guest Blog: Mickie B. Ashling



I’d like to thank BA Tortuga for the opportunity to appear on her blog to share an exclusive excerpt of my latest release Enforcing Emory. This novel is set in a new universe—Olympic figure skating and hockey—so no catching up necessary. There’s an opportunity to win a free e-copy of the novel or a gift certificate by entering contact information in the Rafflecopter. Enjoy!

Excerpt

Nik’s rage carried over to the next day, and he was penalized several times for body checking, high sticking, and holding. Fueled by the pain radiating off his bruised ribs, he patrolled the ice with a vengeance, and anyone who got close to stopping Cory or messing with Jake got nailed. He ended up in a major smackdown against the boards when someone tried to cheap-shot Jake. He spent five minutes in the penalty box, but Jake was safe, and that’s what mattered the most.

Nik hurt all over, but the worst pain was the one in his ribs where Igor had battered him with the knitting box. He was sure one of them was cracked; he’d placed extra tape before the game, but now that it was over and he was laid bare, he saw a bright blossom of black and blue was radiating down his torso.

“Motherfucking prick,” he murmured, looking down at himself.

“That’s a nasty one,” Jake said. “Sorry it had to be on my account.”

“It’s all good,” Nik said, throwing on a T-shirt to cover up the ugly evidence of his father’s insanity. “I was just doing my job.”

“Dude, you were on fire tonight.”

“I have a toothache,” Nik said, fishing for an excuse. “Hurts like hell and it’s making me cranky.”

“Worked in our favor. Did you hear the cheers when you clobbered the Toronto D?”

“Huh?” Nik was oblivious to that part.

“Your family was up in the crowd screeching the loudest.”

“How do you know they were my family?”

“They had fucking signs, man.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Was my dad up there?”

“There was a guy with a bunch of chicks.”

“Must have been him.”

“You sound surprised,” Jake said curiously.

“We had a fight last night.”

“’Rents suck when you least expect it, and then turn around and do something over-the-top cool like that banner.”



Blurb

Olympic figure skater Emory Lowe falls in lust the moment he lays eyes on his new neighbor, hockey player Nikolai (Nik) Vetrov. On the surface, Nik is a typical badass enforcer, intimidating and dangerous, on and off the ice. The only son of Ukrainian immigrants, Nik has been groomed from childhood to fulfill his father’s dreams of seeing him in the Hockey Hall of Fame. Igor guides his son toward that goal with a controlling—and abusive—hand, steering him clear of anyone who might ruin his chances.

Although Emory is the US National Figure Skating champion, he’s in-your-face gay, and his audacious persona rubs Nik and his family the wrong way. Raised by supportive and loving parents, Emory is Nik’s polar opposite in every way but one—his desire to succeed. Underneath the fluff and glitter beats the heart of a fierce competitor, and this side of Emory’s personality begins to close the distance between the two athletes.

While the attraction was one-sided in the beginning, Nik finds himself responding to Emory’s flirting. Before the incongruous pair have a chance at any sort of relationship, they must survive the pressures of career, separation, and most importantly, Igor’s ruthless homophobia.

Purchase Links

Dreamspinner Press | All Romance eBooks | Amazon

Bio

Mickie B. Ashling is the alter-ego of a multifaceted woman raised by a single mother who preferred reading over other forms of entertainment. She found a kindred spirit in her oldest child and encouraged her with a steady supply of dog-eared paperbacks. Romance was the preferred genre, and historical romances topped her favorites list.

By the time Mickie discovered her own talent for writing, real life had intruded, and the business of earning a living and raising four sons took priority. With the advent of e-publishing and the inevitable emptying nest, dreams were resurrected, and the storyteller was reborn.

She stumbled into the world of men who love men in 2002 and continues to draw inspiration from their ongoing struggle to find equality and happiness in this oftentimes skewed and intolerant world. Her award-winning novels have been called "gut wrenching, daring, and thought provoking." She admits to being an angst queen and making her men work damn hard for their happy endings.
Mickie loves to travel and has lived in the Philippines, Spain, and the Middle East but currently resides in a suburb outside Chicago.

Connect with Mickie

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Giveaway

Using Rafflecopter below, enter to win one of these prizes (contest open internationally): a $20 Dreamspinner gift certificate, one of five ecopies of Enforcing Emory, or an audio copy of Fire Horse. Must be 18 or older to enter.

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Tour Schedule
May 25 - The Novel Approach
May 25 - Garrett Leigh
May 26 - Charlie Cochet
May 27 - Emotion in Motion
May 28 - BA Tortuga
May 29 - On Top Down Under Book Reviews
May 31 - Diverse Reader
June 1 - Prism Book Alliance
June 2 - Book Reviews & More by Kathy
June 2 - Cup o' Porn
June 3 - WoW...from The Scarf Princess
June 4 - Love Bytes
June 5 - Divine Magazine
June 8 - MM Good Book Reviews
June 9 - Sinfully...Addicted to All Male Romance
June 10 - Hearts On Fire


Tour and materials organized by PAS Promotions

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

How the Hell Can I Do a Con Report

I went to RT and Austin Author Affair.  

I saw my moma, my daddy, my sisters, my nieces. 

There was singing and books, a cookout and long visits and goosebumps of truth. We taught Andrew Grey how to sing “You Never Even Called Me By My Name”. There was a metric ton of rain. There was Tex-Mex and steak and hugs and tears and laughter and softball and horses and LOTS of chiggers.

I’m not going to name names, because if I miss someone I’ll cry. The fact is that I love being a writer. I love my community of writer friends. It was a good 12 days away and I would travel with Andrew any time. My wife is still the center of my world, my goofy family makes me smile and it kills me to be so far away from them, I miss Texas but I see my mountains and I’m home again.

In short, I had a ball.

(Also, if you want a real detail con report, go read my wife’s blog — www.juliatalbot.blogspot.com)

Much love, y’all.


BA

Monday, May 25, 2015

What I'm Working On

Here I go, trying to get my self together yet again.

 

Writing:

Tipping the Barrel -- f/f YA novel — This one is stalled on me a little, and I’m trying to find the beat again.

Musician. Bodyguard. Werewolves. Still working on it.

Wedding Vase — m/m contemporary. These boys are breaking my heart. I’m at the angsty part. :(

Super Secret Project — Eeee!

Ranger Boys (working title) — m/m/m werewolves. The hotness.

 

In edits/rewrites:

Ace/Kitty in rewrites.

Articles of Release in edits.

 

At beta:

nothing

 

At proofing:

nothing

 

Subbed:

nothing

 

Next week's plan?

Try not to panic

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Six Random Fact Sunday -- Favorites

1. My all time favorite television show is Sherlock. Sherlock usurped the X-Files, which was damn hard to do.

2. My favorite book is Little Women. I wanted to be Jo when I grew up.

3. My very favorite movie is the Wizard of Oz. I know every word by heart. The best part is Munchkin City (in the county of the land of Oz).

4. I don’t have a favorite song. 

5. My favorite all-time song moment was during my wedding — I sang The Cowboy in Me to my soon-to-be wife. At the point in the song where the lyrics go, “Girl, you know there’s times you must have thought, there ain’t a line you’ve drawn I haven’t crossed”, our beloved minister cracked up and said, “Oh! That’s perfect!"

6. My favorite food is popcorn. I could eat nothing but, and I’m not fancy. Just plain old popcorn with salt. That’s it. That’s all I need. ;-)

 

*kisses*

Much love, y’all.

BA

Friday, May 1, 2015

Housekeeping and Renovation

So, I think anyone who knows me would say that I am a good housekeeper.

A place for everything, everything in its place. I hate the sight of dirty dishes in the sink, I do laundry every day. It’s a thing. 

Monday they’re going to start remodeling our master bath. The current bath is beautiful, honestly. There’s this amazing raised garden tub with tile, a lovely arched ceiling. It’s gorgeous.

Gorgeous and useless.

The tub has a huge step up, so J won’t get it. It’s so deep that I can’t get out. It takes 55 gallons of water (we live in the desert). The whole cleaning the jets thing is an utter nightmare.

We’ve been here seven months and we’ve never used it. 

Not once.

So, we’re having a walk in shower installed. It’s going to have a built in seat, a safety bar, and a pull down shower head. It won’t be as pretty or as fancy, but it’ll be functional, so yay.

The problem is my house is going to be in disarray starting on Monday. 

I hate that.

Hate it.

I hate the idea of the noise, the mess, the chaos, the whole concept of demolition makes me sick to my stomach.

I hope it only takes the 3 days that they promised. By Thursday I’m going to be a wreck.

Much love, y’all.

BA