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Title: Foolish Encounters
Author: Amy Lane, Angel Martinez, Elin Gregory, Freddy MacKay, JC Wallace, Tali Spencer & Tinnean
Publisher: Wilde City
Cover Artist: Adrian Nichols
Genre/Sub-Genre: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, Humor/Comedy, M/M Romance, Paranormal, Romance, Science Fiction
An accident, a chance encounter, a thought blurted out, a boat blown off course, a change in direction that suddenly runs into the line of fire – the smallest misstep can change everything. These foolish encounters are the moments around which lives pivot and sometimes spin out of control. Join us for tales of imprudent choices and bad decisions that can lead just as easily to hilarity as they can to tragedy.
One thinge we want to learn:
I have to pick one? A single thing? There are so many things I wish I could do. Fly a plane. Play tennis competently. Knit. I guess if I had to pick one thing – I wish I could learn how to sing. I come from a musical family and grew up in a house full of instruments played. Piano, flute, oboe, violin, baroque recorder (I didn’t play all of these, mind you, but some.) Both my mother and sister have lovely singing voices and my dad can punch out a tune pretty darn well, too.
Me? I have a reedy little voice that wouldn’t carry farther than you could toss an anvil and as soon as anyone else is listening, I lose the ability to stay on pitch. So. Yes. That would be a big one. I’d love to be able to belt out Nessum Dorma with the best of them.
Short answer: I really wish I could learn to speak Welsh.
Longer answer: I really wish I could learn to speak Welsh. Look at this phrase: Roedd y noson mor dywyll ag y tu mewn buwch ac roedd hi’n bwrw glaw hen wragedd a ffyn. It MEANS ‘it was a dark and stormy night’ but actually says “it was as dark as the inside of a cow and was raining old ladies and sticks”. What a brilliant language.
I wish I could learn to travel through time. *nods* I want to be a Quantum Leap kind of person where I can travel through the different time periods and see what happened with my own eyes.
Play an instrument. I had guitar and piano lessons as a child because even then I really, really wanted to make beautiful music. In every instance, though, the instructor gave my parents their money back and told them they were wasting their time. Apparently I have no sense of pitch, rhythm, or melody at all. Zero. I even tried out for the “everyone welcome” glee club in my middle school. After the first meeting, the teacher running the club gently asked me to not come back. Being stubborn, I made a few more efforts to learn an instrument, but the result is always the same. I pick them up, I try…. I wish people would stop telling me maybe I’ll finally learn to play a harp when I die.
I wish I had a facility with foreign languages.
I’ve taken three years of French, one of Spanish, one of Latin, and I’m from an Italian family that spoke the language. So that’s five languages, right? Ask me how well I do with them. Well, I’ll tell you anyway: aside from some swear words and saying hello and good-bye, I’ve got nothing.
This is why almost all my characters speak at least one foreign language, and why I gave Hart the ability to understand and speak any language he heard.
The Nut Job
By Freddy MacKay
Searching for water took more energy and time than Spencer had hoped, but he finally found it. With one ear cocked for the slightest noise, he carried the bucket, arms outstretched. His muscles protested, but he did not want to lose any more water than he already had. The bucket was too big and brushed up against his body, sloshing the liquid everywhere.
He tripped over a root, almost falling, but he kept his footing. Unfortunately, water rose up and soaked his front.
“Awyath.” Stupid bucket.
Spencer put it down, his arm muscles screaming for a break, not to mention his wrist throbbed like a bajd. How much longer could he ignore it? He shook his body out, popping his neck a couple times. How much farther did he have to go? Spencer sniffed and looked around. Better to go up into the canopy and get an aerial view.
The walnut tree in front of him was as good as any other tree. Spencer scampered up, the branches swaying behind him. He only went so far up, his weight too much for the limbs. Dense oranges, reds, and yellows surrounded him. The breeze ruffled his fur. Nice. Almost like home. Almost.
Spencer spotted the ridge in Omega Seven. A click, no more. He turned tail and set back down the tree. He jumped the last few meters, sliding on a couple hulls.
“Bajd!” Oh wait, no. Hm.
Once reoriented, Spencer surveyed the pickings. They might need some food. He felt a little peckish, and well, some of those hulls were nice and brown, the outer layer of protection practically falling off the shells. No one would begrudge him picking up some supplies. Maybe some berries too. There were a few bushes not too far from their position in the cave. He’d get wood and berries in one fell swoop.
Yes, an excellent plan.
Spencer opened one of his pouches on his jacket. He searched for the ripest hulls, pocketing them, moving onto the next find. Seeing more hulls on other side of the tree, Spencer rounded it, salivating at the chance to get more nuts.
Right into a wall.
Spencer tumbled back right onto his ass, his poor nuts flying everywhere.
He looked up, right into nut-brown eyes. Human eyes.
“What did you call me?”
Bajd. He was no sqoltal squirrel.
Spencer sprang up, pointing at the stupid human, reaching for his stunner. “I’m not a—”
“Aaaahhhh!” The guy swung out, a metal stick connecting with Spencer’s head. Light burst in front of his eyes and he dropped.
About the Author:
Amy Lane has two kids in college and two kids in soccer, and four fur-babies up in her business as she writes. She, her Mate, and her brood live in a crumbling crap mansion and squander their funds on movies, travel, and joy.
While Angel Martinez is the erotic fiction pen name of a writer of several genres, she writes both kinds of gay romance – Science Fiction and Fantasy. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware, (and full time inside the author’s head) Angel has one husband, one son, two cats, a changing variety of other furred and scaled companions, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate.
Elin Gregory lives in South Wales and has been making stuff up since 1958. Writing has always had to take second place to work and family but now the kids are grown up it’s possible she might finish one of the many novels on her hard drive and actually DO something useful with it.
Historical subjects predominate. She has written about ancient Greek sculptors, 18th century seafarers but also about modern men who change shape at will and how echoes of the past can be heard in the present. Heroes tend to be hard as nails but capable of tenderness when circumstances allow.
There are always new works on the go and she is currently editing a novel about spies in the 1920s, finishing one set in 6th century AD England and contemplating one about the Second World War. Any excuse to buy more books!
Freddy grew up in the Midwest, playing sports and running around outside. And honestly, that much has not changed since Freddy was small and throwing worms at other kids, expect worm throwing has been replaced with a healthy geocaching addiction. Freddy enjoys traveling and holds the view a person should continually to learn about new things and people whenever possible. Freddy’s contemporary LGBTQ book, Incubation: Finding Peace 2, won 3rd Place – Best Gay Erotic Fiction in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. In 2013, Freddy’s story, Internment, tied for 3rd Place – Best Gay Fantasy in the Rainbow Awards. Freddy’s steampunk/SF story, Feel Me, was a Finalist and honorable mention in the 2014 Rainbow Awards for SF.
JC “Jake” Wallace started writing from a young age, but took a break for marriage, kids, and college (in that order). A few years ago, he rediscovered his passion and ventured out into the brave new world of publishing. He now has several novels and short stories published. At night and on the weekends, Jake writes about all things men, believing there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, Jake loves a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending. He also writes what his bestie calls HUNK (Happy Until the Next Kidnapping). In his daytime hours, Jake works with individuals with autism and behavior problems. He is owned by a beautiful partner, three kids, two grandchildren, two dogs and one cat. He lives in the Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY.
Tali Spencer fell in love with writing at an early age and never stopped. Thanks to a restless father, she grew up as a bit of a nomad and still loves to travel whenever she can. Her longest stint in one place was Milwaukee where she went to college, enjoyed a series of interesting careers, and raised three surprisingly well-adjusted sons. She later married her true love and put down new roots in Philadelphia, where she lives in an ongoing Italian American family sitcom. At least she’s learned how make good pasta. When not writing, Tali reads everything from sweet goofy romances to medical research, manages her fantasy football team—go Gekkos!—and takes long walks with her loving, if slightly neurotic, poodle.
Tinnean has been writing since the 3rd grade, where she was inspired to try her hand at epic poetry. Fortunately, that epic poem didn’t survive the passage of time; however, her love of writing not only survived but thrived, and in high school she became a member of the magazine staff, where she contributed a number of stories.
It was with the advent of the family’s second computer – the first intimidated everyone – that her writing took off, enhanced in part by fanfiction, but mostly by the wonder that is copy and paste.
While involved in fandom, she was nominated for both Rerun and Light My Fire Awards. Now she concentrates on her original characters, and recent novels have received honorable mention in the 2013 and 2014 Rainbow Awards.
A New Yorker at heart, she resides in SW Florida with her husband and two computers.
Ernest Hemingway’s words reflect Tinnean’s devotion to her craft: Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.
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I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
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