Thanks so much, Sharita, for having us here today! We love
visiting with you, even if Chicago is chillier than we’re used to. Poor M.A.,
her blood is really thin from being down there in Mississippi. Me? I just have
low tolerance for the cold. Oh wait, who are we, I can hear some of you ask?
Let me back up a mo and start again.
I’m Julie Lynn Hayes, she’s M.A. Church, heretofore to be
known as Michelle. Just call me Julie. We’re here today to talk about our first
joint project. To be honest, it isn’t published. Not yet. But we’re excited
about it, so we’d like to tell you about it. And since it hasn’t been accepted
yet, we’d like to offer something else in our giveaways, namely a selection
from our backlists.
Let’s start at the beginning. I totally blame Michelle for
hooking me on aliens.
Michelle: *snort* I corrupted her, or so she says.
Julie: *laughs*
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. It wasn’t until I read your most
excellent book, Nighttime Wishes, that I first encountered your fixation on beings
from other worlds, and… wait, hold on a second. What are you two doing here?
Reed: Don’t blame me, I was just following Taz. He said we
needed to come here, and I guess he’s right. Look, you’re talking about us.
That’s a bit cheeky, don’t you think?
Julie: What? Cheeky? Hey, Reed, I was going to say nice
things, how does that make us cheeky? Michelle, a little help here?
Michelle: Oh no, don’t drag me into this. Besides, I think
you’re doing just fine on your own, Julie.
Julie: Gee, thanks. *sneaks a peek at these two lovely men* Wow,
what gorgeous guys we’ve created, I have to admit.
Taz: Reed, I appreciate these two humans and their efforts
to talk about us, but I feel that we can handle this ourselves, don’t you?
Reed: Indeed I do. So why don’t you two ladies find
something else to do? Maybe go to a strip club or something?
Julie: *look at Michelle, and she shrugs *
Michelle: Well, if they screw this up, it’s on them. I say
we go look at pretty men. You’re driving, though.
Julie: *walks out door mumbling under her breath* Don’t I
always?
Michelle: *pokes Julie in the back* But you like driving. Am
I going to have to listen to this all the way to Atlanta next year???
Purses are grabbed and a door slams shuts.
Reed: *whispers* Good
Lord, are they gone?
Taz: *looks around the corner* Yes, thank the stars. I
swear, those two… So… *Taz rubs his hands together, a gleam in his eye* Looks
like we got free rein now. You ready to start?”
Reed: Yes, more than ready. They’ve gone about things the
wrong way. Did you even hear mention of the title?
Taz: No, not a word.
Reed: *shakes his head* Women!
Taz: *cocks his head and regards Reed* My mother is a woman,
Reed.
Reed: *snorts* I know, I met her, remember? So’s mine, by
the way, and thanks for asking…
Taz: But I didn’t ask?
Reed: *sighs* It’s just an expression. *mumbles under his
breath* Damn, need to get that book. Bad. Hey, babe, where do you think we
should start?
Taz: How about like this? *he climbs onto Reed’s lap and
lays his head on Reed’s shoulder, purring*
Reed: Oh damn, seriously? *takes a deep breath* I thought
we’re here to talk? You know, about us?
Taz: *purrs louder* Go ahead and talk. I can hear you.
*begins to rock in Reed’s lap*
Reed: Oh jeez louise, that’s distracting… *clears throat*
Um, okay… we met… we met… oh yeah, it was almost Valentine’s Day. I was working
late ‘cause I didn’t have anything better to do. You know how it is when you’re
single and it’s been a while… that day means less than nothing.
Taz: It didn’t mean anything to me either.
Reed: Well, to be fair, you never heard of it ‘til you got
here.
Taz: Oh yeah, I guess that’s true. *squirms a bit on Reed’s lap* I’m just lucky
I was in the right place at the right time.
Reed: I think I’m the lucky one, babe. That’s what they call
karma.
Taz: Karma? What has this to do with driving?
Reed: *groans* Later, I’ll explain later. So anyway, I had
to meet a customer at the Empire State Building after work, and that’s where I
met Taz. He knocked me off my feet, literally.
Taz: What can I say, you caught my attention? My night
hadn’t been going very well. I had just been dumped, then I saw you. I really
didn’t mean to knock you down, you know.
Reed: Oh, I wasn’t complaining. I ended up on the floor with
an arm full of sexy male. *blush* Well, at the time I thought I had an arm full
of sexy male. Little did I know just what I was holding.
Taz: *giggle* You should’ve seen the look on your face the
first time my stripes showed up! I mean, you freaked out, but still, for a
second there… I don’t have the words!
Reed: *shakes head* It was probably the same kind of shocked
look I had when that tail of yours put in an appearance.
Taz: *rubs cheek against Reed’s jaw* That reminds me, when
are you going to let me—
Reed: Whoa now. Let’s not go there, babe. You give
that away, Julie and Michelle will both want to skin you. It’ll be a race to
see which one of them gets you.
Taz: Silly women. Neither one of them gets me. I’m
all yours… *licks his way up Reed’s neck*
Reed: All mine, you’re right. Um, um…. Oh yeah, the
title. Be My Alien. Pretty cute, don’t you think?
Taz: Mmhmmm, you’re very cute.
Reed: Not me, the title *blushes*
Taz: Oh, that’s not bad. Those two earth women seem
to be able to put words together rather nicely, don’t they?
Reed: Better than me at times. Oh babe, you gotta
quit that, or I might…
Taz: I’m wearing those special—
Reed: Oh lord, from the shop? *groans* Oh yes, my
shop. I have my own business, I should mention that. A Touch of Class. Here in
New York. I mean there… I mean… Taz, please be careful, you’re right over my—
Taz: I know, Reed…
I know… *silences him with a kiss*
End of part one, to be continued…
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Blurb: Scott’s a
young man at the end of his rope—rejected by his lover, disrespected by his
parents for being who he is, life doesn't seem worth living. When he unexpectedly
wins a trip to Hawaii, including an invitation to a special Christmas party, it
seems like the solution to everything. The final solution.
Grigori’s a
demon with ambition—that ambition being to rise in the hierarchy of Satan's
minions. When he senses that something
of the supernatural sort is happening in a strange house in Hawaii, he smells
opportunity, and he's on it!
Christmas in
Hawaii just got a whole lot hotter!
Excerpt: What
he saw was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen in his entire life. At least,
not in person. He didn’t count the pretty men that he lusted after on the movie
screen. Those men didn’t count—they were actors, they were playing a role, and
they were far away, while this man was right here and right now. And quite beautiful.
He had the most liquid brown eyes Scott had ever
seen, like pools of melted chocolate. The longer he stared into them, the more
he lost the ability to speak. But at the moment, conversation seemed to be
optional. Scott decided he’d just watch this veritable god pass by, and maybe
just drool over him a little. Or a whole lot. And then turn and watch him walk
away, and sneak a peek at what was undoubtedly an amazing ass. It would be a
very lovely final image to take with him.
Except that it didn’t work like that at all.
The man didn’t walk by him. He stopped directly in
front of him. The gorgeous stranger held out his hands toward Scott, palms up.
Scott felt the rhythm of the native drums echoed by his pounding heart. That
and this man’s proximity. Both were
wreaking havoc with his brain. Both brains. Without hesitation, Scott slid his
hands inside the other’s.
Walking backwards, Grigori drew Scott along with
him, onto the dance floor. This had been an entirely impromptu move on his
part. The insistent pounding of the drums echoed in his own heartbeat. He felt
incredibly alive, exhilaratingly so. And irresistibly drawn to Scott, for
reasons he didn’t bother to analyze.
They fell
into step together, an impromptu tango with a distinctively Hawaiian twist.
Scott was grateful for the dance lessons he’d taken. They’d been intended as a
couple’s exercise, something to sweeten his and Todd’s relationship, but Todd
had backed out at the last minute. Since they were already paid for, the
practical Scott had gone alone. And now his thriftiness was paying off.
Scott now knew the beautiful man’s name—Grigori.
He’d whispered it into Scott’s ear, just before he’d kissed that ear softly.
Scott had mumbled his in return.
Despite having taken the lessons, Scott was unsure
of himself at first. But under Grigori’s skilful tutelage, he found himself
gradually relaxing. He followed the subtle cues that Grigori’s fingers imparted
to him, as the tango worked its sensuous magic upon him.
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