Saturday, April 18, 2015

LGBTQ Push Back Charity Giveaway



There's a special event going on right now. One that everyone should know about, and one that I'm very happy and proud to be a part of, The LGBTQ Push Back Charity Giveaway. As many of you know, a few weeks ago, the state of Indiana and Governor Mike Pence had passed an odious law, The Religious Freedom Restoration Act, which would allow for businesses to discriminate against individuals who are homosexual based on "religious" reasons. One of the first businesses to openly state they wouldn't provide their services to a wedding for a same-sex couple, was a small pizza parlor. In turn, the pizza parlor received backlash for their discriminatory statements and temporarily closed. But it didn't end there, when people from across the globe began donating money to support the pizza parlor's owners' hateful ideas.

Hate and discrimination should never be rewarded. 

Indiana has since made some adjustments to their law, thanks to the collective voice of thousands of people and businesses speaking out for justice and equality. But more work needs to be done. More support needs to be given. The message needs to continue to be stated over and over again, we will not stand for or tolerate other people being denied rights or services because of who they love, their sexuality, or their gender identity.

Many of us in the gay romance writing community wanted to show our support, and 224 authors, publishers, and reviewers have come together for the LGBTQ Pushback Charity Giveaway. I'm offering winner's choice of a title from my backlist in ebook. Here's all you have to do to participate and be entered for a chance to win a great prize from one of the participants. Head on over to The Diverse Reader blog, where they have the full details, give a donation to the LGBTQ charity of your chance, and enter the giveaway. 

So let's push back together. Let's show that love, acceptance, and equality are the values that we as a society will support and stand up for.



Saturday, April 11, 2015

Interview and Giveaway at Prism Book Alliance


I'm very honored and happy to be a guest at Prism Book Alliance! They have a wonderful feature they do called Retro Reads Spotlight, and they were kind enough to invite me to talk about the Instincts series. I had a blast talking about my vamps and the series. And also mentioned a little bit about the next Instincts book that I'm currently working on ;-)

Over at their site, I'm offering up a title from my backlist, winner's choice. So feel welcomed to head on over there, check out the interview, and enter for a chance to win one of my books. Just click HERE to be whisked away over to their site!

Hope everyone enjoys the interview and good luck to all who enter the giveaway!



Friday, March 27, 2015

New Release: Acting on Love

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm thrilled to announce my new novella, Acting on Love, is now live at MLR Press! I'm so happy to bring this sweet romance - with plenty of erotic intimacy - to everyone. This is a Conquest novella, so you just might see some familiar faces in it, too ;-)

Soon, it'll be rolling out to Amazon, Barnes & Noble, AllRomance eBooks, and more! I hope everyone who decides to spend a little time with Brandon and Shun will enjoy this next adventure they share in their lives together!


Blurb:
Brandon Alexander has risen to the top of theatre in Chicago, but when you reach the top, there’s usually only one way left to go. Funding fell through on the latest play he was to star in and now he finds himself an unemployed actor. Coming fresh off a bad audition, he wonders if his time in the spotlight is over. But what worries him more, is not making the man he loves proud of him.

Shunichi Miyamoto runs a highly successful dojo. He had always let work be the focus of his life, until over a year ago, the man of his dreams walked into the dojo to rekindle his passion for karate, and it led to further passions between him and Brandon. He knows Brandon is worried about his career, but he loves him, he’s proud of him, and he’ll do anything for Brandon’s happiness.

Both Brandon and Shunichi want to spend their lives together, but when a new opportunity comes to Brandon, he must decide whether to follow his career dreams or to act on his love for Shunichi.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Sneak Peek: Acting on Love

Hey there, everyone! The release date for Acting on Love, 3/27/2015, is drawing ever closer. With Brandon and Shunichi about to take the spotlight soon, I thought I'd share a sneak peek at their story.

The book itself is a novella length, about 34,000 words. I think of it as a "feel good" read and I hope everyone who reads it, will enjoy it!

To re-introduce everyone to Brandon and Shun, and let you get a feel for the story, here's a portion of Chapter One! Happy reading!



Blurb:
Brandon Alexander has risen to the top of theatre in Chicago, but when you reach the top, there’s usually only one way left to go. Funding fell through on the latest play he was to star in and now he finds himself an unemployed actor. Coming fresh off a bad audition, he wonders if his time in the spotlight is over. But what worries him more, is not making the man he loves proud of him.

Shunichi Miyamoto runs a highly successful dojo. He had always let work be the focus of his life, until over a year ago, the man of his dreams walked into the dojo to rekindle his passion for karate, and it led to further passions between him and Brandon. He knows Brandon is worried about his career, but he loves him, he’s proud of him, and he’ll do anything for Brandon’s happiness.

Both Brandon and Shunichi want to spend their lives together, but when a new opportunity comes to Brandon, he must decide whether to follow his career dreams or to act on his love for Shunichi.

Chapter One Excerpt:
Brandon held the Suzuki GSXR-1000 steady with one hand, his other rested on his hip. Now that he was nearly home, cruising slow and easy, he could relax from the chaos of maneuvering the motorcycle through the heart of Chicago. Entering his home neighborhood always brought an instant calm over him and he needed as much calmness as he could get right now.

The audition…it hadn’t gone well, to put it mildly. To be perfectly honest, he hadn’t bombed so bad in a performance since he was playing Captain Hook in his junior high’s production of Peter Pan when, as he tried to add some flourish to ol’ Hook, he fell off the pirate ship prop onstage. In his defense, the ship had been built by pre-teens and early teens, and it was about as unsteady to walk on as if it really did roll and rock on the waves of the high seas. At least then he’d still remembered all his lines, even when he fell off the damn ship. Not like today.

He forgot his fucking lines!

Brandon tossed his head back, throwing the blue sky a quick glance as though he could find the answer up there to why things had gone so wrong. Really, he knew the answer and didn’t have to look anywhere else for it other than within himself. He hadn’t prepared enough. Why hadn’t he prepared? That was a tougher question to answer and there was no single answer to it. There were many combined and tangled reasons that he was still trying to sort out and understand.

He wouldn’t look at it any other way than he wasn’t excited about the role, or the play. It was a dramatic piece, a brand new play by a young playwright looking to make his break. All in all, the script was pretty good; the story of a husband and wife whose marriage was falling apart when the husband couldn’t hold back his true self and deny being gay any longer, and yet, there was still love between him and his wife. Emotionally, it was very powerful. On a personal level, the role should’ve been a perfect fit, as Brandon had struggled with his own sexuality.

Maybe that was part of the problem, it hit too close to home. He loved to lose himself in a character, become someone he could never be in real life. Or maybe he hadn’t done his best in the audition because of it being a dramatic piece rather than a musical. He could do drama, no problem, but it wasn’t his preference in roles and it’d been a long time since he’d done it. Then again, maybe because it was a smaller production, more low budget than he was used to, it felt like he was taking a step back in his career, rather than forward…

Brandon placed his other hand on the handlebars and clenched on with both hands. Now that was hitting too close to home. He didn’t like to think the last factor had any bearing on his performance during the audition, but truthfully, it did. He’d gotten used to big productions, having the spotlight shining on him and following him wherever he went. When he’d walked into the little theatre that morning, the building plain and tucked away from its bigger and grander fellows, he felt as though his spotlight had dimmed.

Brandon let out a rough snort. He’d always teased Jesse about being the prima donna between the two of them. Things weren’t looking too good for Jesse keeping that title.

But having reached a high level of success, it was hard to take a step…down. He’d walked the hard road in his career, taking any role he could get just to be involved in theatre, trying to build recognition for himself, his name, his talent. From free community theatre gigs to low budget productions, he’d paid his dues and fought for every moment of success he’d gained.

He had starred in some of the largest, most successful plays in Chicago. He’d worked steadily, supported himself as an actor, earned respect in the theatre community, and there was no shortage of roles offered to him. Until recently. Lately, the quality of the offers had gone down and those high profile leading male roles were harder to come by. The thing was, he didn’t know if it was a low in the business, or if it was him.

In theatre, there was always a hot actor or actress on the rise. Someone new and dynamic to fill the seats. What if that’s all he’d been and now his popularity was on the decline? What if his career had already hit its peak and he’d gone as high as he could with it?

Maybe that’s why the funding fell out from under Jersey Boys; the investors might’ve thought he wasn’t relevant enough to fill the house anymore.

Brandon tried to shake off the last thought. No one had said such a thing to him when Jersey Boys was canceled, never even hinted at it. Those things happen. A lot of productions depended on investors to help them get it off the ground and sometimes, for whatever reason, the investors get spooked and pull out. It was no one’s fault.

So why did he keep blaming himself?

Brandon huffed out a frustrated sigh. He guided the blue and white motorcycle left around a turn. The sense of calm strengthened and took over his frustrations and worries as he saw the Miyamoto Dojo—home. The sweeping roof of black tiles and the building of timber siding mimicked classic architecture of Japan. A broad picture window in the front gave a shadowy view inside, but he didn’t see any figures moving on the other side of the glass. Several cars were in the stone and gravel parking lot, and he knew at this time, assistant master, Hiroshi Yoshida, would be putting on a kendo lesson, and Shunichi was between lessons.

Brandon swung the bike into the driveway, the need to see Shun making him crank the throttle and cruise faster than usual past the dojo and the bamboo-lined privacy fence. Beyond the fence was his and Shun’s little sanctuary, a Japanese-style garden. It was where they’d shared their first kiss, where he realized he’d found the man he’d always been looking for. They’d spent many evenings in the garden, talking, enjoying each other’s company…kissing…touching…

He veered the bike toward the garage. The home cloned the dojo in style and architecture, blending aspects of the seventeenth century with modern day amenities, the Japanese and American influences blending.

Bringing the bike to a halt, Brandon knocked the kickstand down. He switched the motorcycle off and swung his leg over the back as he dismounted. He pulled off his helmet, tucking it under his arm, and bounded up the steps to the wraparound veranda. A light breeze sent the wind chimes singing in melodic random notes and carried the scent of flowers to him. He opened the front door, locked it behind him, and took off his shoes, placing them on a wooden rack by the door then set his helmet on the rack. Shaking his fingers through his hair, he stepped up into the family room. It always felt good to come home, but today it felt especially so. The house had been Shunichi’s before they met and it was the home Shun had grown up in. When Shun had taken over the dojo from his father, his parents had also signed over the house to him. Not long after he and Shun started dating, they’d moved in together. Never had he fallen so fast, so hard, or so deeply, for someone.

And nothing had changed. That June, two weeks ago, they’d celebrated their one year anniversary together. It amazed him. He felt as if he’d known Shunichi for longer, and he’d felt that way the moment he met him. A deep connection and comfort level had blossomed between them and it’d only grown stronger with time. On their anniversary night, when they’d lain in bed drawing out their lovemaking as long as their bodies could take it, he knew he’d never been happier in his life.

He wanted it to last. Deep down, he knew it was his main reason for being upset over the audition. It was one thing to disappoint himself. It was another to disappoint Shunichi. To have to tell him…he’d failed. Shunichi wouldn’t say he was disappointed in him, but he wanted to be a man Shunichi would be proud to be with. 

Brandon walked through the family room and picked up faint music, the rock band Black Heart Down, and it guided him toward the kitchen. He turned left to go through the broad, open doorway leading into the kitchen and stopped short. His worries, his frustration, his disappointment all faded away at the sight before him.

Shunichi was bent over the sink scrubbing at a pan. The night before, after having put in a long day, they’d both only had enough energy for one of two things: they could either clean up the kitchen from cooking dinner, or they could have sex. It was an easy decision to make. Before he left that morning, he’d told Shunichi he would clean the kitchen when he got home, knowing Shun wouldn’t listen. So seeing Shunichi cleaning wasn’t what made him stop and stare. It was that Shun was wearing nothing but a white jockstrap as he did it.

Brandon watched the muscles in Shunichi’s back work and shift. From years of practicing martial arts, Shunichi’s body was chiseled perfection, lean and hard with toned muscle. Brandon let his gaze roam down the V of Shunichi’s upper body to the rounded and muscled ass cheeks.

He managed to glance away from Shunichi and spotted the white karate uniform neatly folded on one of the kitchen chairs, Shun’s black belt rolled and placed on top. Brandon put the pieces together. Shunichi had probably tried to hold off on cleaning for as long as his obsessively neat self could take it and when he’d finally caved, stripped off the uniform rather than risk tainting it with a stain.
A smile slipped onto Brandon’s lips. From Shun’s fine body to his brilliant mind, his athletic skill to his beautiful face, his gentle heart to his quirks, Brandon absolutely loved this man.

And he should probably let him know he was home early, especially since he was so damn hard now. He just needed one thing first.

Brandon backed out of the doorway and crossed the family room again, aiming for the hallway to the left. He darted down it and swung into the bedroom, snatching the bottle of lube off the nightstand beside their bed. He headed back to the kitchen with quick steps, slowing when he walked in. He tucked his hands behind his back.

Brandon took a breath and lifted his voice over the hard driving rock beats of the music, “I’m so pissed at you right now.”

Shunichi jumped and spun around, soap suds flying off of the sponge in his hand. His dark eyes were wide with surprise, but his startled expression quickly faded with a warm smile. “I know, I know. You said you’d clean everything, but it was driving me crazy.”

“Yeah, I’m sure, but that’s not why I’m pissed.”

“No? Then why?”

A flirtatious edge entered Shunichi’s smile, telling him Shun already knew the answer but was more than willing to play along.

Keeping one hand behind his back, Brandon motioned at Shunichi’s body…his lower body in particular. “Because you never clean like this when I’m home!”

“Probably because I know I wouldn’t get anything done if I did.”

Brandon stepped into the kitchen, moving toward him. “I know one thing you’d do and get done damn good.”

Shunichi tossed the sponge back in the sink and wiped his hands on a dish towel. He lifted his arms, looping them around Brandon’s neck and drawing him close. “And you know how much I love doing that.”

A pleased moan rumbled in Brandon’s throat as he touched their lips together. Having Shunichi’s soft lips on his own, Shun’s hard body pressed against him, the disappointment of the day felt like a distant memory. Shunichi opened his mouth, and Brandon slipped his tongue inside and glided it along Shun’s. He wrapped his arms around him, setting the lube on the counter behind Shunichi.
Shunichi’s skin was smooth and warm under Brandon’s hands. He rubbed down Shunichi’s back to the firm ass cheeks, curling the fingers of one hand between them and caressing down toward Shun’s hole.

Shunichi smiled through the kiss. “I have a class in…” he glanced toward the stove and digital clock, “an hour. Fifty three minutes, to be exact.”

Brandon lowered his head, placing a tender kiss, then a light nip on Shunichi’s neck. “I can make it quick. Give me fifteen minutes.”

Throaty chuckles left Shunichi. He stepped back, sliding out of Brandon’s gentle hold on him. “That’s what you always say, then I’m running across the garden barely making it to my students on time.”

Brandon met Shunichi’s gaze and the playful shine in Shun’s eyes betrayed he was teasing him. Shunichi’s hard cock pushing out the cloth pouch of the jock revealed he was more than in the mood. Brandon moved a step forward for the one Shunichi had retreated. “If you let me play with you, then I won’t have to play dirty to get you.”

Shunichi’s smirk broadened. He placed both hands behind him, bracing himself back on the counter’s edge. “I kind of like the sound of that. How’re you going to play dirty?”

Brandon moved closer to him again. “I won’t tell Jesse you were listening to Black Heart Down instead of Conquest.”

Shunichi broke into laughter. He gave Brandon a shove back. “That’s not playing dirty. That’s all out blackmail!”

Brandon hooked his fingers over the top elastic strap of the jock, giving it a tug away from Shun’s body. “When you’re running around in nothing but this, you don’t give me any other choice.”
Shunichi took hold of Brandon’s belt and gave him a sharp jerk forward. “Guess I should clean like this more often.” He paused. “Hey, you got me so distracted, but how’d your audition go?”

Brandon froze. He locked his gaze with Shunichi’s, but only for an instant before he looked away. He shook his head. “Not good. I blew it.”

“What?”

Brandon heard the shock and disbelief in Shunichi’s voice. He didn’t want to look at him, to see the same in Shunichi’s dark eyes, but he forced himself to look at him and both of those emotions were there on Shunichi’s beautiful features. “I really don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Shunichi gazed back at him, silent. The worry in his countenance gave away to understanding. He took Brandon’s hand and flicked his head toward the hallway. “Come on. Your fifteen minutes are burning away.”

Relief and gratitude rushed through Brandon. Shun always understood him and what he was feeling, sometimes before he knew himself. Brandon called up a smile and reached behind Shunichi to the bottle of lube. He held it up for Shunichi to see before setting it on the counter again. “Good thing we don’t have to waste time walking to the bedroom. And what do you mean my fifteen minutes are burning away? My time doesn’t start until we’re naked.”

Shunichi glanced at the bottle. “Sneaky. So that’s how it works, huh?”


“You got it.” Brandon spun Shunichi to face the counter and wrapped one arm around his waist. He pulled Shunichi tight against him, pressing his hard cock to Shun’s ass. He drifted his hand down the front of the jock, caressing the hard line of Shun’s cock through the fabric. “And since I can fuck you while you’re wearing this, you’ll never be fully naked, so it could take a while.”

Copyright 2015 by S.J. Frost and MLR Press

Friday, March 20, 2015

March Reader Appreciation Day: The Prize List!






It's that time again! This Saturday, March 21st, is Reader Appreciation Day and Open Excerpt Day over at The Sweet Spot. A huge thank you to all the amazing authors who have donated to the giveaway for March! There are links with each prize listed, so just click on those to learn more about the books or authors.








    Any author who would still like to donate a prize is welcomed to. All you have to do is send out an email to: thesweetspotmm@gmail.com  Please state what you'd like to donate for the March giveaway, include a link to your work and a cover art pic. Reader Appreciation Day is also an Open Excerpt Day, so all M/M authors are invited to stop by the Yahoo group, share excerpts and your latest news!

    Readers, be sure you swing by and see what some of your favorite authors got going on! We put on this day all for you! And don't forget to enter in the giveaway on the Yahoo group!

    The prize list will be posted throughout the day at The Sweet Spot Yahoo group, starting at 8:00 am EST. To enter in the giveaway, all you have to do is reply to one of the Giveaway emails. Reader Appreciation Day wraps up about 8:00 pm EST, with the winners announced shortly thereafter. Authors who have donated a prize will be contacted after the giveaway closes with their winner's information so you can send your prize personally. 


    Hope to see everyone tomorrow at The Sweet Spot!