Join Prism Book Alliance® as GRL 2015 Supporting Author Carter Quinn talks with us today.
I admit it. I know nothing about wine. I understand there are reds, whites, and something in between. I don’t know why I’d want one over the other. I don’t know what makes one good or bad. And I don’t understand why everyone in the world except me knows this stuff. I do know why I don’t know. (Re-read it again. I promise it’ll make sense the second time. If not, then that’s what this is for.)
Allow me to explain. When I was around 10 years old, my mother and her then-boyfriend decided they were going away for the weekend. So my two semi-step-siblings and I got dropped off at said-boyfriend’s brother’s dairy farm. Now my people didn’t go in for that kind of thing. We were real farmers, dammit. We grew crops. We also had some beef cattle, but not that many. Dairy farms were for the weirdos. Kinda like sheep farms. (What can I say, times were strange, folks were judgmental.)
At any rate, the adults at this dairy farm had a party one of the nights I was there. Their kids snuck up the back stairs and brought bottles of wine back to us kids in the basement. I remember only that it had a very strong taste. But the more I drank, the less I was bothered by it. So, wine became my first drunk and, I presume, my first hangover. I don’t really remember that part. I didn’t have another hangover until I was 23 (beer this time, my alcohol of choice).
I remember that smelling the leftover wine that morning-after made me … ill. It was another 30 years before I tried it again. I was smarter this time. No hangover. It’s still very strong. I don’t really understand the appeal.
Do you? What am I missing? Are you willing to help a fella out at GRL? I’m willing to learn, or at least find out what I like. Teach me your ways, oh winos! I mean, wine aficionados. 🙂
Title: Vanished 2
Author: Carter Quinn
Publisher: Self Published
Publication Date: 09/26/2015
Cover Artist: SJL Graphcs
It’s only been three weeks since Henry woke up to discover his husband, Tom, had vanished. He’s still struggling to come to terms with his new reality when he receives a haunting phone call: “Henry. Help me.” It’s Tom’s voice, but Henry is afraid to believe. His world has already come crashing down around him twice in the last six months. Is Tom really alive, or is Henry losing his grip on reality again?
I stared at the phone held in my trembling hands. I desperately wanted to hit the call back button, to hear Tom’s voice again. If he was in a safe spot, maybe he could give me more details so I could find him. But if he wasn’t—if he’d disconnected the call because he was in danger and about to be discovered—calling him back could be the kiss of death. It didn’t matter, though, because no matter how much I might try, I couldn’t call back an unknown number.
I tossed the phone on the desk as tremors wracked my body. Henry. Help me. Tom’s voice echoed in my brain, growing more anxious and frantic with each repeat. I gripped my head with both hands, pushing as hard as I could to make it stop. To make everything stop.
I couldn’t deal with this. I couldn’t. Not on my first day back to work of all days. And how fucking selfish was that? Tom was out there somewhere, desperate for my help.
About Carter Quinn
Carter Quinn was born and raised in a very small Western Kansas town where cattle vastly outnumber humans. In the 90s he read enough depressing gay fiction to give up on it. He discovered M/M in 2010 and started writing again. Now he’s told Corporate America to kiss his books. Carter recently left the Denver area and now lives way too far from his beloved Colorado Avalanche.
Carter Quinn has kindly offered one lucky commenter an eCopy of Vanished 1 or Vanished 2.
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.
Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,
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