tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17719777072580488772024-02-07T16:12:39.420-08:00Kaderade: In Your FaceYour mom loves me, my stepdad says I'm smart, and I vomit glitter. Any questions?Kade Boehmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633143759667516779noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771977707258048877.post-78908979547961644592022-03-17T13:57:00.001-07:002022-03-18T08:44:56.614-07:00'HOME' is Live!<p> </p><h1 class="mc-toc-title" style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">HOME</span></em> is Available to<br />Buy or Borrow <u>NOW</u>!<br /><br /></h1><p dir="ltr"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><strong id="docs-internal-guid-acea4515-7fff-88cd-7572-e3d9a04779ac" style="color: #3399cc;">Cody and Jase are available NOW!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">*Age gap*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Small-town hookup to lovers*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Coming home*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Teacher and retired soldier*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Family drama*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*SIZZLING chemistry*</div><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><i>HEA GUARANTEED!</i></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /></strong></div></strong><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img data-cke-saved-src="https://mcusercontent.com/25d1bb824ac464be453ebd0ba/images/e3a2afa4-44c9-d594-3d9f-51ee25303c1a.png" data-file-id="6148537" height="800" src="https://mcusercontent.com/25d1bb824ac464be453ebd0ba/images/e3a2afa4-44c9-d594-3d9f-51ee25303c1a.png" style="border: 0px; color: azure; font-size: 14px; height: 800px; margin: 0px; width: 540px;" width="540" /></div><p></p><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 18px;">WHAT REVIEWERS ARE SAYING:</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: orange;">4 **** </b>"Throughout, the <em>realness</em> of their relationship makes you</div><div style="text-align: center;">feel like you're reading about two people you know..." - Cadiva/Mirrigold</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong style="color: orange;">4.75 *****</strong> "<em>Home</em> was aptly named, both of these men found</div><div style="text-align: center;">in each other the comfort, love, and support they always</div><div style="text-align: center;">wanted and deserved." -- Sharon Slick Reads</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong style="color: orange;">5 *****</strong> "The heat level is off the charts between them..." -- Xanthe<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: arvo,courier,georgia,serif;"><a data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09VPQ699Z" href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09VPQ699Z" target="_blank"><span style="color: #339999;"><span style="font-size: 20px;">CLICK HERE TO BUY or BORROW </span></span></a></span></em></strong><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePYRQ8CVn8IwFGntFzRgpsQP8ULBciA0-oF-SFTHLfpJFWO44DA5EifK032aU4tIApqj6YL9JozIi3waOu0jgOW5wUROMSY7BkjJSJq6OZpfu8hLOz18aILQ-0RLVWLzhGMdCd_p4nwLtCmmOGJyf-3KVUaOAye2RnZaV4O4sQcosFuzgBPHfDFiLoQ/s200/kindle-unlimited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="100" data-original-width="200" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePYRQ8CVn8IwFGntFzRgpsQP8ULBciA0-oF-SFTHLfpJFWO44DA5EifK032aU4tIApqj6YL9JozIi3waOu0jgOW5wUROMSY7BkjJSJq6OZpfu8hLOz18aILQ-0RLVWLzhGMdCd_p4nwLtCmmOGJyf-3KVUaOAye2RnZaV4O4sQcosFuzgBPHfDFiLoQ/s1600/kindle-unlimited.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div></strong>Kade Boehmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633143759667516779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771977707258048877.post-22269967814783494612022-03-03T16:28:00.002-08:002022-03-03T16:35:48.953-08:00'HOME' Cover & Excerpt!<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Hello all!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>HOME </i>things for you all today! <span style="background-color: white;"> I outlined this book back in October/November, thinking it'd be 45-50k words, a sweet novella to ring in the new year and to get the writing juices flowing again. The characters were speaking and the plot made me happy. I had some heavier WIPs plotted, but these guys spoke louder and I think, after everything going on over the last few years (for me personally and out in the world), both the Muse and I needed some low-key, medium-angst, </span><em style="background-color: white;">feels</em><span style="background-color: white;">-y escapism. It might be... a little sweeter than I usually write, but I feel like we could all use a little more love right now. It made it a fucking joy to write, even when the boys were being a little more frustrating and stubborn than I thought and took a much longer way back to each other than I'd expected--hence the final book coming out at a whopping, novel-length 74,000 words! Gah. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;"> Cody & Jase's story is a southern small-town(ish), age-gap story with a couple of twists. Mostly, it's about two men who're in different places on their journey toward finding what they really want out of life, and I loved how Jase's being further down that road to both self and family acceptance made him more understanding of Cody's being on shakier legs. Both are out, but everyone knows that's not always indicative of a clear path forward, especially when family and past mistakes litter the way. I am proud of them for where they ended up and how they handled each other in the end, but they're my babies so they're already beautiful and perfect to me (haha!) so it's about whether I did them justice for you all, now -- here's hoping. </span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;"> So, here we are, just a few weeks until release date and I've got a cover and a excerpt for y'all. I'm so excited to share the shiny new cover art the ever amazing L.C. Chase made pretty for me. I'm <i>extra</i>-super happy with it because the photo was my photo-inspo for Cody that helped a lot of the plot click early on for me. </span></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;">Keep reading for the goodies! No pre-order link, sorry, but feel free to add it to GoodReads and bloggers/reviewers can fill out the ARC Request Form: <a href="https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1B981_JCJDbGn6w5nh-wOlxrMfCnLIAO7MwRbZNY3Ouw/edit" target="_blank"><b>Click Here</b></a>.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4BCWhO-vG_mFr7G19KXt3yCoj6zERBv00bpXCQWhca1VSJp289yCMCyzUaa1adB0aLvH7qcRnhze8SskLwQ5S8Yhoeh2IGokPhHZrRJaIukUa832SyD7ypp7oh6UWQKFTT4JXRfhbCh2Xilp3Pt85Q9Tvtj7jz_chvBBrIOru0wb3QuYshHQSSfdQGQ=s600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4BCWhO-vG_mFr7G19KXt3yCoj6zERBv00bpXCQWhca1VSJp289yCMCyzUaa1adB0aLvH7qcRnhze8SskLwQ5S8Yhoeh2IGokPhHZrRJaIukUa832SyD7ypp7oh6UWQKFTT4JXRfhbCh2Xilp3Pt85Q9Tvtj7jz_chvBBrIOru0wb3QuYshHQSSfdQGQ=w426-h640" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">HOME</span></b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">by Kade Boehme</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>OUT MARCH 25, 2022!</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 600; text-align: start;">Third time's the charm... right?</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">The first time Cody Diaz met the sexy older man, </span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">Jase Marsh was a soldier on leave.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">The second time they met, Jase was newly retired </span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">and looking to scratch an itch.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">The third time Cody met Jase, </span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">the dream is over and reality crashes in </span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">at his dad's wedding where Jase's </span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">former fiancée becomes Cody’s stepmother.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 600; text-align: start;">Oops.</span><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"></span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">But a physical connection isn’t the only thing they share. </span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">They’re both on the road to finding themselves</span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"> and what they truly want out of life, </span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">love, and what home looks like to them. </span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">Maybe if they stop fighting against their families and their </span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">pasts and grow from them instead, Cody and Jase will realize </span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">they can find those things they want together.</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></div><b>EXCERPT:</b><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"></span></span></span></i></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Cody felt around the mattress for his cell phone. Still
foggy with sleep, he had almost forgotten he wasn’t in his own room as he
registered his hand had closed around his phone on the wrong side of the bed
and a shower in the adjoining bathroom came on.</span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Blinking
awake and stretching, he also registered that his body ached in several
pleasant places that hadn’t been touched in a while. Hell, he couldn’t remember
the last time he’d been fucked in so many different positions—or fucked at all.
Could it really have been years? Being home hadn’t led to celibacy, by any
means, but he hadn’t been with a man, especially one who’d been able to take
his time, in long enough he’d almost forgotten how much he enjoyed that feeling
of still being full the next morning. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> The
night had been wild. One phone conversation with his dad had made him grumbly
and feeling the need to do anything but sit in the room and let his bad mood
ruin his vacation. He’d gone down to the hotel restaurant, and after eating his
feelings, he’d wandered out onto the cold deck, enjoying the chilly, salty
breeze rolling off the Atlantic. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Fuck
his dad and his brother’s “Could have been you” text messages with
photos of Hawaiian tropical scenes and the boat they’d be having their
Thanksgiving dinner on. Cody regretted nothing. His family could wallow in
splendor all they wanted; he loved the cold, and he loved the Outer Banks this
time of year. Sure, he enjoyed the beach in the summer as much as anyone, and
Hawaii would be a nice trip. One day. When he could do it for himself.
But there was something magical about the windy, deserted beaches and having
the warm, ocean-front hotel to yourself—at a steeply discounted price since it
wasn’t peak tourist season.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Or so
he’d thought. He caught movement in his periphery and noticed a man stretched
out on one of the few outdoor chaise lounges, looking up at the stars in a sky
that was surprisingly clear after a stretch of cloudy, gray days. Almost every
night since he’d arrived, Cody had come out on the deck, and since all the
outdoor seating had been moved to corners and chained down for the off-season,
he’d always been the only one crazy enough to brave the night air. It was November
in North Carolina, so it’s not like it was freezing in general, but even
with the sun high in the sky the heavy wind off the ocean was…bracing. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> The
guy sat up, and in the lights coming from the glass doors and windows of the
hotel, it was plain to see he was hot. Like hot. He was definitely older
than Cody, probably in his thirties, with dark hair shorn close to his scalp
and a big, broad body. When the man stood and stretched out the kinks, Cody had
to look away because he definitely had been staring as all six-plus-feet of the
guy unfolded. Cody was no shrimp at an even six-feet-tall, and he hit the gym
enough to have some nice definition. But this guy was… Cody would say that guy
wouldn’t have trouble manhandling Cody in some fun ways.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Cody
picked up the takeout cup of tea he’d carried outside, because the guy noticed
him suddenly with a quiet “Oh.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> “Hi.
Sorry. Didn’t see you there,” Cody said. “Just came out for some air.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> “Don’t
worry about it. I think I fell asleep.” The guy grumbled something about being
old, but the majority of what he said to himself was carried off on the noisy
wind. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> “I
envy you if you can sleep in this. It’s so quiet here that people walking down
the hall sometimes wakes me.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> The
guy gave a cute grin and said, “You’d be surprised what I can sleep through. I
love it out here, in the cold, though. Don’t get it much where I’ve been.
Thought I was the only one who braved it.” <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Cody
smiled in return. “Funny, I was thinking that exact thing.” The guy leaned
against the deck railing on the opposite side of the stairs to the beach from
where Cody perched, and they both stared out at the ocean quietly for a long
while. Cody cast a few side glances the guy’s way, consciously trying to avoid
being obvious but enthralled by the guy. This was the south, after all, and the
guy screamed blue-collar with the kind of muscles you got from hard work. He
wore baggy jeans, a hunter green fleece pullover, and work boots, all of which
were effortlessly attractive on his large frame. Cody knew well that none of
those things meant someone was straight any more than his skinny jeans, pea
coat, and carefully groomed hair meant that he was not straight. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> On
about his third subtle glance toward the man, he’d caught the man giving him
the same glance though. No. Surely not. Wishful thinking maybe. The guy was
probably wondering why Cody hadn’t fucked off already. There was a fine line
between hanging around because you paid to stay in this hotel, too, and staying
to check out a straight man who would toss you down the steps because he’d
caught you looking at his big, muscly butt in those outdated carpenter jeans.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Cody
laughed at himself for assuming, again, that those were the only options here.
But he’d been having such weird luck lately, he didn’t put anything past the
universe at this point. He decided he should definitely go inside, though, at
least until the guy went somewhere else. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> But.
He looked back toward the guy again, and he was giving that cute grin, one much
too shy for a guy that size. It turned him from smoking hot to pretty fucking
adorable, and Cody had to stop himself from staring again. “I’ll just, uh…” He pointed
toward the indoors. He grabbed up his to-go cup, but the guy said, “I was just
going to go…stretch my legs a little. You don’t have to go.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Cody
tilted his head, wondering if that was an invitation. Even if it had been, he’d
been silent, unable to think of a response too long, so the guy’s smile morphed
into a slight grimace, and he gave a little two-finger salute before clunking
quickly down the stairs.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Cody
watched for a little while, still able to make out the guy’s silhouette in the
bright full moon’s light as he slowly loped down the beach until he was too far
to be seen. Cody shook his head. Wishful thinking. Or he’d just blown it.
Whatever. He was off his game anyway, after that annoying conversation with his
dad. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> What
else was new? And he hadn’t tried to pick up or been picked up by a man in long
enough that he was rusty on the subtleties that dance required outside of a
hookup app or a specifically LGBT space. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> He
didn’t stay outside much longer since he seemed determined to beat himself up
over letting his shitty mood and his family situation ruin yet another facet of
his vacation. He made his way back inside and pulled up to the bar in the
dining room. All that was left at that point in the evening was a single
bartender and the one waitress who’d taken care of him for dinner earlier.
They’d been in a corner together, playing on their phones and gossiping until
the waitress noticed him and nodded in his direction. The bartender smiled and,
tucking his phone in his back pocket, came around to ask Cody “Hey, man, what
can I get you?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> He
held up his paper cup, removing the lid. “Can I just get a refill on hot tea?”
Because this was the south and you had to clarify, even in the winter.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> “Sure
thing. English Breakfast, Sleepy Time, or just the Lipton black tea?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> “Lipton’s
fine.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> “No
problem,” the bartender replied, pulling a sugar caddy and a bowl of creamers
from under his bar. When he came back with a cup full of hot water with a bag
steeping, they settled up and Cody went to stand. “You can hang here if you
want. Despite how it looks, we’re open for another three hours.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Cody
glanced at the empty dining room. Half the room’s chairs were up on the tables
and behind a rope, but the booths and tables nearest the bar were still open.
“Yikes. Three hours?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> The
bartender laughed. He was closer to Cody’s age, maybe twenty-five at the
oldest, and his laugh made his face scrunch up in a really cute way. “You know
how it goes on the off-season. But they pay us hourly, so I don’t mind. You
just holler if you need anything.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Cody
smiled and waved him off. He sat, sipping his tea, warming up after his time
outdoors. He wasn’t ready to go back to his room just yet, so he watched the headlines
on a cable news channel on the TV behind the bar. He occasionally glanced at
the bottles that lined that wall, as well, and was annoyed how much his shitty
mood made him want to get lost in something other than his sugary hot tea. But
no. Even his dad being an asshole wasn’t worth backsliding.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Pulling
out his phone, he rolled his eyes at yet another photo of his brother and
sister-in-law on jet skis. His brother didn’t mean to be an ass. He was
nowhere near as bad as their dad. But he was obliviously insensitive sometimes.
He definitely didn’t understand letting pride get in the way of their dad
paying for the family to go to Oahu for Thanksgiving. And he had been loud about
how dumb he’d thought Cody was being. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> No.
Cody let his dad shame him into a lot of things; his pride had taken a big
enough hit just moving home last year instead of going…anywhere else like he’d
planned. No, he still had some pride, and now that he had survived and done
well in his first year at his first adult job, he was clinging to the
independence he finally felt again. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> A
person settling into the barstool next to him had him locking his phone and
putting it down. No way was he going to sit and whine with a stranger to
witness. But he blinked, felt his brows go up when he saw the sexy/adorable
older guy from earlier taking the place next to him.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> The
man glanced at Cody, that cute grin again, and Cody took in his cheeks,
pinkened from the cold. The man rubbed his big hands together to warm them as
he propped his elbows on the bar top. His hair wasn’t as dark as Cody had
thought outside, was actually probably blond when it grew out. His skin was
that golden tone some natural blonds had. Cody figured his first guess about
the guy being in his thirties was close because the guy didn’t have that soft
look guys his age usually had. The man had no baby fat, his features strong,
but still youthful. Cody had to stop himself grinning when he thought DILF.
The man wasn’t wearing a ring, though, and his big green eyes held an
interesting mix of hope, shyness, and a loneliness Cody could absolutely relate
to. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> He
also hadn’t broken eye contact with Cody the way straight guys do when they’re
just being friendly. No. He held for a beat, looked off shyly while the man
rubbed the stubble on the back of his head, and then he glanced back. “I don’t
mean to be presumptuous,” the man said. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Cody’s
chest fluttered, and he felt warm in a way that was decidedly not from
his tea or the central heating. But he didn’t want to get ahead of himself. The
man could totally mean what Cody hoped he meant. Boy howdy would that be a much
better distraction than ruining his sobriety. But the guy could also just be
seeking a little human interaction in this ghost town of a hotel.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> The
guy was starting to look embarrassed now it’d taken Cody a moment to answer.
But two times in one night? Cody wouldn’t blow this, just in case. So… “No. No,
it’s cool. You can sit here.” He looked down and then back up through his
eyelashes. “If I can buy you a drink.” An oldie, but a goodie as far as being
blunt about his meaning if the guy was interested.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> The way the man’s face lit up, his smile
unbearably warm and happy, did funny things to Cody’s insides. He let out his
own breath of relief when the guy exhaled loudly, running his hand over his
smiling face and said, “Oh, thank God.” He seemed to pull himself together.
“Sorry. I don’t normally approach strangers like this. Not in a long time. But
here you are.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Cody
tried to make light of it. “A port in a storm, they might say.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> The
man studied him, curiosity creeping into his gaze. “No. It’s not because we’re
the only two here. Surely you know how beautiful you are?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Beautiful?
Now Cody was blushing. And Cody did not blush. The sincerity in the man’s
gaze kept him from scoffing or saying some self-deprecating thing. He chose to
take the words for what they were. Kind. And clearly signaling attraction. “Me?
I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you since I saw you.” Cody wasn’t
always quite that forward, but he was glad he had been because the soft,
pleased expression on the stranger’s face was worth it. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Doubt
slithered into those smiling green eyes, though. “I’m…a lot older than you.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> That
made Cody smile, and maybe rolling his eyes wouldn’t prove he was super mature,
but he had to say it. “I’m old enough. And if you’re over forty, I’ll eat this
paper cup.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> The
man rolled his eyes in an exaggerated tease. “Old enough, huh? But you’re
right. I’m not quite there yet.” He eyed Cody then nodded toward the to-go cup.
“Not old enough for booze?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Cody
stiffened but didn’t break eye contact when the man looked back at him. “I’m
old enough. I just don’t drink.” Anymore. But he wanted to get in the guy’s
pants, not marry him. “I also have a degree, salaried job with benefits, and a seven-inch
dick. Anything else you need to know?” Whoops. Sassy Cody came out to play. But
before Cody could even think about feeling dumb for it, he saw the way the
man’s eyes flared. Then the man laughed out loud, and it made Cody want to fuck
him and hug him at the same time. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> “Okay,
Mr. Adult.” The man held out a hand as if to shake. “I’m Jase.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Cody
took his big, work-roughened hand in his, and it was warm and strong. The
thought of that rough hand, that tight grip on his cock. Damn. “Cody. Nice to
meet you.” Cody decided if forward was what got this guy off, then it was time
for a little more of that. Shaking his hand once more for emphasis as he smiled
and looked Jase dead in the eye, he said, “So. You want that drink now, old
man? Or do you want me to go shake other parts of your body now?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i> Jase’s
nostrils flared, smile grew mischievous, grip firmer. “Your room or
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">D is too old for games.</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Dante "D" Vargas
is home in Miami, to stay. He has a job he likes as the new head of
bonds and bounty for Mack's Security and after six years of making a
mess with Trevor Mackentire, he's ready—he thinks they're both ready—for
them to stop playing around and figure out if what they have is real.
But Trevor is his boss's son and his best friend's younger brother so
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Especially when he also has to convince Trevor he's over being afraid of his feelings and not everything is what it seems.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Finally
healthy and whole again after the effects of a major car accident,
Trevor's tired of being treated like a child by everyone he loves. He's
been handling his own for a long time. But he's lonely. Trevor knows he
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Yeah,
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">It'd be easier if every meeting, every taste didn't leave them wanting more.</span></div>
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Kade Boehmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633143759667516779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771977707258048877.post-7968332365283483222016-04-27T06:43:00.001-07:002016-04-27T07:24:10.848-07:00Rambling: On Diversity, Sensitivity, & the Non Existent Frontier<div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-4c5a60e1-57e6-49d9-6a6c-25336508b170" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">It baffles me that I can't even say "race & religion are the final frontier" of bullshit in romance. It isn't a frontier at all. We beat each other TO DEATH over sexism, transmisogyny, gender roles, yet we NEVER talk openly and honestly about racism and cultural / religious appropriation -- only in small corners of Twitter. Racial issues hit the fan SO infrequently, and when they do there be no "think pieces" nor are there a hundred people "weighing in" as seems to be the norm with EVERY OTHER FUCKING ISSUE in the genre. </span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7yuCtar32ozUUW-vpvd8d5aRpBmji1DzRz4zK4PtxqM5SsDQZALI6MgOvCVuVPYetTuIGGbE5rKoqzMVNtlxGapYcm-v7yEYA0tXDe2KoQL_zU-OoV9GB3QTKjfqyIViB66OMY_c-hHkF/s1600/rainboweverything.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7yuCtar32ozUUW-vpvd8d5aRpBmji1DzRz4zK4PtxqM5SsDQZALI6MgOvCVuVPYetTuIGGbE5rKoqzMVNtlxGapYcm-v7yEYA0tXDe2KoQL_zU-OoV9GB3QTKjfqyIViB66OMY_c-hHkF/s320/rainboweverything.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">I'm obviously great and totally happy with us being tolerant and trying to be the most informed people we can be. We should. We should strive to teach and to learn. I mean, with the frequency we discuss it all -- and fight each other over genre gender issues and sexuality labels/non-labels -- I literally feel, sometimes, like I discuss & think about all this stuff more than I ever did taking actual Gender Studies and upper level Sociology in university. Again, it's great we're all so aware, but ... while everyone is worried about who has the right to write what and are HYPERsensitive to the role of this person or that person or what "Queer Romance" means to each person -- and sometimes they're nasty, knock-down, drag-out fights -- we so often and constantly just walk right by casual and not-so-casual racism and religious insensitivity. No one is discussing it. A handful of people get upset over one of these issues, occasionally, and the genre as a whole ignores it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">I mean really.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">A Hispanic character is more than a general character with a few italicized Spanish words with a mother who’s illegal; an African American character is far more than ebonics and a “chocolate dick that contrasts so beautifully with the bottom’s ivory ass cheeks.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">And religious characters… Not just a hijab, an up-tight cross bearing martyr, nor just kosher boys who’ll throw over their respective ideals for a relationship.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">Race and religion are SO significant, there’s such a sense of identity found within being a Brooklyn Jewish person or a WASP from New England or an African American Pentecostal from Georgia or an agnostic Native American from Noxubee County, MS. </span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 1.38;">Culture is SO important. Hell, gay culture is a huge part of M/M, so I dont have to explain at all why culture is a huge part of characterization and even plot. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 1.38;">Many authors rely heavily on a sense of place or setting for the cities in which they base their stories. And they’re done with such seamless and flawless understanding of the areas that you can smell the air, see the buildings. You can sense the camaraderie in a small gay bar in a small town with a group of LGBT men and women in these books so much that you feel like these people are your friends.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">So. Why in the actual fuck can the same sense of respect for and sensitivity to culture and language and family ties and sense of community not be given to these characters? WHY is your character using racially insensitive language unless it’s a necessary part of narration? Why is your character casually anti-semitic unless you have a big picture plot going on? For your main character to accept his/her romantic interest calling him/her an insensitive term or to just convert to make the significant other more comfortable, you’re saying “it’s okay for people to give away huge chunks of their identity so long as they keep their man happy”. That makes me wanna just scream FUCK THE PATRIARCHY. What the fuck kind of message is that in a genre that’s BUILT around diversity? How rich does it make your character to let a part of their personal identity be something so easily sold out for an obviously unhealthy relationship?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">I GET IT. Some brown and black skinned people don’t want to be known for their skin color, some gay men don’t like labels, and some Jewish people convert, BUT in the <b>infinite and often unchecked privilege</b> in the romance writing community, it’s standard and accepted that everyone gives up anything “for love” and since 8 out of 10 books have a strapping white “alpha male” MC, of course one gives up anything to be with HIM.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">I'd, personally, rather say "I'm trying not to, but I’m probably going to sound like an ignorant fuckhead here, probably, so PLEASE help me: [insert question]" and have a FRIEND who understands I'm not TRYING to be an ignorant fuck head, that I’m honestly trying to educate myself, correct me than drop a book full of ignorant fuckheadedness and offend THOUSANDS of people.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because, while romance and fiction aren’t always political, you do step into a more political arena when you’re writing about minorities. And if you can’t take the time to be sensitive, to ask a question, it’s hard to come to your defense when there’s backlash. Because in 2016, with our level of understanding of SO MANY issues in our little corner of the internet, our understanding of pansexuality and demisexuality and homoromantic asexuality and non-binary zes & zers, -- hell, we are even lauded for being more sensitive about body image issues, at times -- we should be SO much more capable of being racially, culturally, and religiously sensitive.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">Trevor McEntire and Dante "D" Vargas have been dancing around each</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I had shit to do, tonight, and I was already running behind. I didn’t have time to do more than go change clothes and swap out rides. I sure couldn’t pull up in the Trans and not expect a hundred questions, most of which would be from all the other car enthusiast co-workers who’d be around that would notice more than one of the not-so-street-legal additions.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Once again I made the trek back to the city, toward the nightclub I’d be meeting my people at. My family, not the hellions I’d been running with earlier in the night. Thankfully the venue was mixed so some of this sex and fire in my blood could get burned off. I’d only just gotten inside good and made my way toward the bar before a big hand pulled on my shoulder, turning me to face a familiar face. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“So. You’re all smiley. What gives? Jill practically had to force you to come tonight so I was expecting more of your whole pouty-face thing.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;">I most definitely was not </span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline;">smiley</span><span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;">. That my being in a decent mood had him suspicious spoke to what a miserable bastard I must have been to be around lately. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Get laid or something?” </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But I couldn’t exactly tell him why my body was thrumming with adrenaline, why my heart was pounding. The second best thing to sex to me still had me buzzed, even as my sexy Trans Am sat cooling in my garage. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The skeptical once over he gave me ruffled my feathers. I know I wasn’t exactly a joy to be around all the time but damn, I wasn’t a miserable bastard. I didn’t have to protest though. His body relaxed almost immediately when my boss, Jillian, and her fiancee Denise walked over to greet me. He smiled broadly behind their backs when I went rigid as the tipsy brides-to-be passed out hugs and air kisses to me. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He hadn’t been entirely wrong about my not being excited to come out tonight. Not that I disliked my boss. She’d served in the middle east with Evan, had my brother’s back when it really counted, and she had given me a job, no questions asked, when I came back from Jacksonville with my auto body repair trade certificate in-hand. But the thought of getting drunk with her was awkward because she was not only my boss, but the ex of the biggest crush of my life.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And that right there was what I didn’t want to think about. Dante Vargas—D, as he was called. She’s a lesbian, so being jealous of D’s ex was a futile waste of emotion, but that they had a kid together always served as a reminder she’d had a relationship with him. And I was more jealous of that than I was the fact they’d actually been intimate.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I shrugged to myself and took another long drink of my Jack and Coke, letting it warm me through and build on the buzz I’m still feeling from tearing up the streets only an hour ago. I try not to be too pleased with myself, knowing any silly grins will give me away to anyone looking and I most definitely don’t need my brother, who’s been babying me too long, to get all pissy.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">My thoughts were interrupted by the happy cheers erupting at the table when the chair beside me shifted. I wasn’t ready at all.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I knew my eyes must have been wide as D took a seat next to me, his characteristic flirty grin stretching wider, clearly pleased to see I’ve arrived. He sat his drink down and passed me one. “Jack and Coke right?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Mother.<i> Fucker.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I silently took the proffered drink from his hand and set it down on the table in front of me, doing my best not to gawp at him. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I looked accusingly at my brother and Jillian who were paying me zero attention. No one said a fucking word about D being back in town. I’d never have come out had I known.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The worst part was how viscerally I reacted to his presence, the deep down need I felt, even though I hadn’t seen him in so long. It’s like it was always there, the chemistry that flowed between us. And I was smacked over the head with it before he’d even completely settled in his seat. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I looked around the table and no one seemed to be as flummoxed by his arrival as I. I was the only one surprised by his appearance, his delivering me a drink—how had he remembered my favorite? </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The conversation started back up, a couple of people drawing D in, but I couldn’t think with the heat of his body so close, the scent of his cologne drifting around us. I slammed back the last of my drink, then turned up the one he’d delivered. He never attempted to draw me into conversation, just kept smirking and looking at me from the side of his eye.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Bastard.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Thankfully one of the cute twinks in a Club Vida t-shirt came around to see if anyone needed a new drink and I ordered another. I attempted to join in my brother and Jillian’s conversation but kept zoning out. Then D moved his leg, just slightly, and his pressed against mine, touching from our boots to our knees. Right about then I was glad to have had a few drinks in my system because the heating of my body cause a flush I could blame on the whiskey.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Anger joined in the mix of adrenaline, intoxication, and arousal—anger at D’s presence, anger at his daring to flirt, and most of all anger at myself for responding so readily.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;">My mind flashed back on the last time I’d seen him, stretched out naked on his bed, sleeping with just his strong back and the rise of his firm ass visible, the rest of him covered in luxurious cotton sheets. I still felt a bereft devastation I couldn’t remember the previous night, not even so much as a kiss. I’d awakened in his bed, after praying and hoping for years for just </span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline;">one more night</span><span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;">. But I’d slipped out after taking that mental picture, crept into the muggy pre-dawn Miami morning, and not looked back as a taxi drove me home to shower off the scent of him. I knew, as the sun rose and I fell into bed, D would have risen by then, and he never called or text messaged; he got on a plane and flew away.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;">And now, I wanted to be righteously indignant, but my brother couldn’t know. My boss, D’s ex and the mother of his child, most definitely could not know. And here I was, not moving my leg away, privately reveling in the way his warmth seeped into my body through our denim clad legs. </span><span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;">As my cock rose to a stand, I swigged back the drink the barback had delivered and decided this madness couldn't stand. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I elbowed Evan. “Hey, I’m gonna go unwind a bit.” He spared me a brief glance and nod. Evan knew I loved clubs, loved to dance. That’s why I came out. I’d toss back a few drinks, take it to the dance floor, then crawl home. Alone. Always alone. Because D’s touch had ruined me a year ago—hell, really six years ago—and I was the idiot who kept living like a fucking monk because of it. I had no delusions that D had done the same.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Which kindled the flames of my indignation higher and fueled me on as I shoved my chair back and wandered off to the bar for a drink I most definitely did not need. I’m not a light weight, by any means. Guys my size don’t get fucked up off a couple cocktails. But the few I’d had, plus the natural high of post-race adrenaline had me feeling right.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">While I finished off the drink I’d ordered I caught D’s gaze settled on me, even as he engaged others in conversation. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I dropped the drink down and went back downstairs to the dance floor. It took me less than twenty seconds of moving my hips, dancing with abandon, to have a semi-nude guy grinding on me. I loved it, the freedom, the way the music vibrated inside me. Thank goodness it was replacing that other pounding inside me, the need for D.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">After a good ten minutes of steady dancing, sweating, and getting turned on by the press of my dance partner’s clothed cock pressing against mine, I had to give in to my need to piss. Before I left, the man poked out his full bottom lip, pouting sweetly then looked toward the back bathroom in an invitation I’d love to take him up on, but knew I wouldn’t.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Not yet. And certainly not with D there.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I shook my head and the guy shrugged, but before I could leave he pressed a dirty, grape-flavored liqueur kiss on my mouth, giving my cock a rub for good measure. I shuddered bodily at the feeling.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Shit. Why’d I have to be so fucking lame?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I wished I could say I wasn’t that person, the one who fixates. But I am. I wanted respect, I’d throw everything I had at getting it. If I wanted to be the best at the drag strip, I worked my ass off. If I wanted a man, I was like the lone wolf who’d imprinted on his mate. And I wasn’t sure when or how I’d done that with D, but I needed to fucking get that fixed. Because I couldn’t have D. He would be flying back to his new life in Boston after this wedding and I couldn’t let my life and my psyche be flipped upside down by the man again.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pushing my way through the crowd I made my way to the line for the restroom. I could use any of them as there were five in the club, but I prefered the one I could lock behind me, thank you. So in line I waited. Thankfully it was a short line, this time. My turn finally came and I put my hand to hold open the door after the lady in front of me exited. She gave me a flirty smile which I did not return. But before I could go in, a palm rested on my lower back.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I turned my head to find D standing there. His eyes were half-lidded, the dark brown boring into mine, full of heat and promise that had my wide-open mouth unable to form words.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Maybe it was the booze or the music, but when he pushed me in and slammed his mouth on mine, I couldn’t protest. I didn’t even fucking want to.</span></span></div>
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<br />Kade Boehmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633143759667516779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771977707258048877.post-85405415904818966202016-03-13T09:51:00.002-07:002016-03-13T09:51:17.835-07:00Simple Things Snippet Sunday #1Hey all!<br />
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Back for a Snippet Sunday as we close in on the release of my first NEW title of 2016, <i>Simple Things</i> (Friday, 25th of March!). I'm so excited!<br />
<br />Congrats again to all the winners of the ARC giveaway. I still can't believe how many entries we had. Gosh.<br />
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Anywho. On with the snippet. This is after Jeremy & Carter have gotten around their initial awkward reunion and are back to being friendly... With perks and such.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>(Ticket is a prop. Rights to Austin, TX graphic paid for. </b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19.2px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">© </span></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>2016 Kade Boehme.)</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Carter looked over some of the framed things
Jeremy had on his shelves. He was surprised, since Jeremy had his own home in
Austin, to find that he had so many recent photos up. There was even a framed
printed out screen shot of when District & Wild’s one song had gone to
number 1 on an iTunes chart.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">He smiled to himself when he noticed a photo of
Jeremy, Sarah, and himself at a horse show when Carter was sixteen. He was a
little surprised at how warmly then eighteen year old Jeremy was looking at
him. It almost looked like a crush, but he dared not think it. He’d have
noticed that, surely. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">In the front of the frame, though, was also a
single ticket for the show in Brooklyn Carter had been at. He tilted his head. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“I saw you.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Carter jumped and turned to find Jeremy right
behind him. “How do you <i>do</i> that?”
Bastard had always been too damned quiet.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Sneak out as often as I did and you develop some
mad ninja skills,” Jeremy said, chuckling. He plucked the frame from Carter’s
hands. “I saw you in the crowd and tried to come say hello. You’d gone,
though.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Sorry,” Carter apologized. “I didn’t know what
to say after…”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“After me being a huge dickhead? That’s one
reason I was so surprised to see you at the show. It, uh, felt like I’d really
made it for the first time, seeing you there, knowing you listened to my music at
a bar in New York fucking City.” </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Sorry I didn’t stick around.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Jeremy shrugged, but Carter could tell he was
embarrassed by the conversation. Okay, maybe they were getting a little heavy.
Carter didn’t miss that Jeremy’s tan cheeks pinked a little.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">He also didn’t miss the fact that Jeremy’s bare
chest was covered in gooseflesh, his nipples nicely pebbled. His cock gave a
small show of excitement, but that was about all it had for now.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“I liked that one song. I have the whole album,
but I’m lame like everyone else and only really know the one.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Jeremy feigned a wounded heart. “You didn’t
listen to my angsty melodies and swoon for me?”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Carter stilled. Was the guy just stoned or did he
mean that? “Was I supposed to?”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Again, Jeremy’s cheeks had a slight pinking to
them, which was wholly unlike him.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Actually, most of my angsting has been for Troy.
But I just had my hand on your dick, so we probably shouldn’t talk about this.”
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">Carter didn’t disagree. He did want to know more
eventually, though why it mattered, he didn’t know. For now, he definitely
didn’t want to talk about Jeremy’s old hook ups. He was still smarting a bit
from Jeremy spending his morning with one.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“So, what’s it to be? More <i>Downton</i>? <i>Upstairs, Downstairs</i>?”
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;">“Oh, Jem, you sure know how to woo a girl.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“I got everything you need, Red.” Jeremy gave Carter
a wink and squatted down to turn on his gaming console that doubled as his Blu
Ray player.</span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Alright! That's all for this week! WE'RE ALMOST THERE!<br />
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<span style="color: #45818e;">Carter Darling’s life has been a whirlwind since his mother was elected to the senate when he was a teen. From private school to joining the military, he tried to forge his own path while making as few ripples as possible. But an injury forced him to figure out new goals for his life. After his parents were involved a sex scandal, he decided to go back home to Tennessee to get some distance and get away from the madness.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="color: #45818e;">He didn’t bargain on Jeremy Beck returning at the same time.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="color: #45818e;">Jeremy was finally past the rich boy angst that made for some dramatic teenage years, but he hadn’t earned back much respect from his parents by playing in an indie band. Now that his band was on hiatus, Jeremy was looking for space from his unhealthy non-relationship with a band-mate, so returning home to figure out his next step seemed like the way to go.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="color: #45818e;">Their initial reunion turned awkward. Carter was still holding on to hurts from their last meeting and Jeremy was trying to convince himself that Carter was still just his sister’s closeted little friend. But when they open up to one another again and decide a staycation fling would be a nice distraction, they may get more than they bargained for.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="color: #45818e;">For two guys who’ve had so much drama in their lives, it might surprise them to find that sometimes love is found in the simple things. Who knew?</span></blockquote>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="color: #0b5394;">“You can’t really be leaving,” Ella stated. “Isn’t there some big PR rule about not going MIA during scandals or you give the rumors power?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Carter Darling snorted inelegantly and continued folding his shirts, placing them in his biggest suitcase. He didn’t plan on returning to New York City for quite a while. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“Besides, your parents are going to flip if you take a whole semester off.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Carter turned on his friend and roommate then. “They get absolutely zero say in how I handle <i>their</i> problem. They made the problem, they can damn well fix it. I’m not going to play smiling trophy child while they do it.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Ella huffed. “Well, you can’t leave me in a lurch with the rent. That’s not fair.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“My trust is going to wire payments to the landlord, same as always.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Ella pulled out her phone and started texting furiously as Carter went back to his packing. “Besides, it’s my parents’ names on the lease, so if you want to move out, you’re more than free to do so.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">She huffed behind him, again. He turned on her, again. “What the fuck’s it to you, anyway? You were all team Fuck the Darlings, now you’re …” He narrowed his eyes. “Shit. Did they ask you to keep me in town?” </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">She glared. “It’s nothing that nefarious. But Paul did call to see if I could talk you into backing down for a few days, see if you’d be there for your mother’s resignation speech.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>Should have known.</i> Fucking Paul Buchanan wasn’t ready to give up his gravy train with the Darlings, yet. And Carter’s mother wasn’t ready to throw in the towel on her political career. <i>The second coming of Hillary,</i> they called Carrie Darling, Carter’s mother. Although, the Clinton scandal had been all on Bill. Both Carrie and Carter’s father, Wayne, had shot their political careers in the proverbial foot this time.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“How much are they paying you?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Ella reared back. “That’s low.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“Well, you had a price tag before when I decided to come out. What’d they get you this time?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“Maybe,” Ella snapped, “I don’t want my friend to self-destruct. And don’t forget, you used my services as much as your parents did.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“Let’s be clear. The only reason I let them do it was because my mom was getting ready for bigger things and I wasn’t ready to come out publicly.” Carter hated that he <i>had</i> to come out publicly. Most people got to just tell their folks and their friends and the hard part was over. But no. Not when your mother was the junior senator from Tennessee, looking to run for Governor and pass her seat on to your father.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">They’d begged him to put off his official coming out for at least a year when he’d returned home for good, then pushed it back another six months after that. Only to have their own shit go public because they couldn’t be as “circumspect” as they’d insisted their shamefully gay son be.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“I can’t stay here. My whole life has been about them and their aspirations. I wanted to be honest, to come out. That was too much for them, though. They made me feel ashamed of myself. Now, I’m done feeling like shit, like I should hide. I want to go home and see my friends I haven’t seen in almost a decade. I want to be normal for five fucking minutes. I want to be out. I don’t want people thinking my best friend is my girlfriend.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“What about—”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“Enough!” She blinked in surprise at his outburst. He was known for his level headedness. “Call Paul. You seem to be tight with him. And like I said, you can always move.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“And you’ll what… come out and leave me to be the girl who got left for guys?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Carter’s face heated, fury bubbling up inside him. “You always knew how this would turn out. It’s also why we never blatantly said we were dating. Plus, I’m small potatoes. I’m not some rock star’s kid. This’ll be a blip for a week or two, then they’ll focus on my parents.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“You’re an idiot if you think that,” she said, crossing her arms. Carter felt the sadness settle deep in his bones. His body felt as if he’d deflated, his shoulders drooping. He’d been going non-stop since everything blew up in the Darling family’s collective faces less than twenty four hours ago. He hadn’t had to really think about his next move. He just called up an old friend from back home and she’d offered him shelter from the storm, even if he hadn’t kept in touch with her so well since he had started college three years earlier. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">He didn’t want to fight with Ella, but he hadn’t really considered the fallout for her. He’d been so absolutely done from the moment the headlines about his parents started rolling in, he’d made a plan without much more than a text to his parents saying “so long” and “fuck this.” </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Ella’s own posture lost its rigidity and she looked embarrassed. “Oh god, Carter. I’m sorry.” He held his arms out to her and she came into his embrace willingly. “Oh, how I must have sounded.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">He sighed, resting his chin on her shoulder. He wasn’t much taller than her, standing only five foot nine to her five foot seven. “No, I was a dick. I didn’t even think.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“No. Don’t feel bad. It’s been so crazy the last couple days, I got so wrapped up in the clean-up frenzy and didn’t even think about how much this sucks for you.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">He hummed and pulled out of the hug, returning to his packing. “I can’t smile for them, not after they’ve been so cold and morally superior, making me feel like I was less-than because I dared to want to come out.” He turned to her. “I don’t want to judge them for this, but it’s hard.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“I know,” Ella said, still shamefaced. “It’s weird, too. She’s a part of the liberal party. I still don’t really get how you coming out would have mattered.” That was a lie, though. He’d met Ella in school, but she’d interned with his mother—who said nepotism was dead?—so she had probably gotten polls and bullet pointed memos as to why Carter should keep his mouth shut. He’d sure gotten those things.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Carter frowned. “It matters. I did kind of get it. A little.” He scowled. “Fuck! See, I’m taking up for them already. I gotta… I need time away.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">She studied him closely before giving a decisive nod. “Okay. But promise me you’ll only take spring semester off. That’s eight months to get your shit together and to let this stuff with your parents blow over. If you stay out too long…”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“I can live off my trust fund.” He winked to let her know he was teasing. That was something he’d never do. He’d worked too hard to get the respect of not only his teachers, but people he’d met in the boxing world. They thought a rich kid wouldn’t cut it, but he’d busted his ass over the last several years to prove that he had the chops. He didn’t even want to think about how he’d be losing all that respect once his coming out was official.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">After a final trip to the closet and double checking that he had put his electronics in his messenger bag, he zipped up his suitcase and pulled on his favorite Yankees ball cap. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“Do you want me to call for the car service?” Ella asked, waving her phone. She had plopped down on the foot of his bed, looking as ragged as he felt. Her blond curls were going a thousand directions after having run her fingers through it too many times, as she was prone to do when she was nervous or frustrated. He was going to miss her, but part of him was glad to be getting away from Ella. She was his friend, once-upon-a-time his very best friend, but since she’d put her name on the dotted line of a non-disclosure agreement with Buchanan & Associates, she’d become part of The Darling Machine. Carter had put up a wall between them after that, for which he now felt guilty. It was just another reason why he really needed a break.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">A very long break.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">He hadn’t had one at all since his time in the Army had been cut short, then he’d had rehab for his bad knee and immediately started school. It’d been a whirlwind since he had graduated high school. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“No,” said Carter. “I wouldn’t put it past them to have instructed the car service to drive me to D.C., and no fucking way am I sitting in the same room with them. Not today.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“Carter. They’re your parents.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“And I’m an adult. Adults don’t have to talk to their parents when their parents fuck up.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">She grinned. “Very adult response.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“Whatever,” he said, surly.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“Be careful, Ells. Call Paul <i>after</i> my flight, please? I fly out in two hours so… please wait ‘til then.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">“I will,” Ella said on a sigh.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">With that, Carter grabbed his suitcase and wheeled out, then down the elevator, and out onto 2nd Avenue, where he held his hand out to hail a cab. After depositing his suitcase in the trunk and telling the driver to head to LaGuardia, he dropped his head back against the seat and took the first deep breath he had taken since he’d woken the day before to a world gone mad</span>.</div>
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Kade Boehmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633143759667516779noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771977707258048877.post-87736151786178835442016-02-18T15:01:00.000-08:002016-02-18T15:09:36.088-08:00Simple Things: Pre-Order and Teaser Time! <b> Hey all!</b><br />
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It's been a long time since I had a <i>new</i> book out. This is the longest I've gone without a NEW title, but you guys went all in on the <i>Good Enough</i> re-release--and I love Noah & Payton so much--I wanted to let it have its moment in the sun. Especially because it FELT new enough with its additions and its original release was so limited that it practically WAS a new book. Then <i>Gangster Country</i> was re-released so work on my current WIPs took a backseat. But. I'll digress and say how SUPER stoked I am to finally give you guys <i>Simple Things. </i><br />
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Since both re-releases were pretty heavy angst and I'd been back in those worlds I wanted to write a book where things were a bit more laid back. Even the guys realize the angsting they're doing is a little ridiculous--but they're both in this place in life where things had been complicated and crazy and they didn't know where to go next. So they both end up "home" again to figure it out. Then, needs must, and they end up having what they think is some no-strings good times together, which inevitably leads to complications for two guys looking to "simplify". They were frustrating to write, but a nice change of pace since there wasnt any HUGE drama between them other than both being a little lost in their first world problems.<br />
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I hope y'all like it. For those looking for an angsty bang, this one isn't that kinda Kade Boehme book. I think my friend and I called it a "low-angst, sexy, coffee-on-sunday kind of read."<br />
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SO. I'm giving you cover, blurb, and more a teaser than an excerpt here, though I guess it's a long enough snippet to be more "excerpt." Also, I'm putting up pre-order links! (I haven't done pre-orders in a while but thought <i>why not?</i>) So without further ado: here's your peek at <i>Simple Things, </i>releasing in eBook and paperback March 25, 2016.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #0b5394;">Carter Darling’s life has been a whirlwind since his mother was elected to senate when he was a teen. From private school to joining the military, he tried to make his own path while making as few ripples as possible. But an injury forced him to figure out new goals for his life. After his parents are involved a sex scandal, he decides to go back home to Tennessee to get some distance and out of the madness.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #0b5394;">He didn’t figure on Jeremy Beck returning at the same time.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #0b5394;">Jeremy’s finally past the rich boy angst that made for some dramatic teenage years, but he hasn’t earned back much respect from his parents playing in an indie band. Now, his band’s on hiatus and Jeremy’s looking for space from his unhealthy non-relationship with a band-mate so returning home to figure out his next step seemed like the way to go.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #0b5394;">Their initial reunion is awkward, Carter still hurt by their last meeting and Jeremy trying to convince himself Carter’s still just his sister’s closeted little friend. But when they open up to one another again and decide a staycation fling will be a nice distraction, they may get more than they bargain for.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #0b5394;">For two guys who’ve had so much drama in their lives, it’s surprising to find that sometimes love is found in the simple things, simple times. </span></i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>But even simple things can get complicated when two men don't know what's next in life and too stubborn to face what it's offering them on a platter. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Jeremy felt a fondness he’d only ever reserved for Carter, one he hadn’t even been able to deny when they were younger. “No. You’re one of the good things.” He came around the side of the ATV and put a hand on Carter’s face. Carter seemed surprised, but he didn’t move, leaned in fractionally. The soft look in his eyes broke the last of Jeremy’s resolve and he did something he hadn’t done in a very long time…</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">He placed a closed mouth, simple kiss on Carter’s mouth. It was a hello and an I’ve missed you and it held no promise but it was more than just friends. Carter pressed into the kiss after a moment of stunned stillness. Neither of them opened their mouths, it stayed a gentle meeting of lips.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Jeremy shuddered. He’d never ever been kissed like this. As much as Jeremy wasn’t promising with the kiss, Carter wasn’t asking. It was a kiss. And it was gentle and it made Jeremy glad he’d gotten the fuck over himself for ten damn minutes and remembered his rules.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">When he pulled back, Carter had a shy, crooked smile. “Hi.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">“So,” Carter said. “What’s this? You need space? You wanna just hang out?” That was the more grown Carter. Young Carter was inquisitive and talkative but rarely forward. He had the look of a man who wanted to know where he stood and Jeremy could respect that.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">“Thing is, I like simple. My motto over the last several years has been ‘keep it simple and always be straight forward’. No confusion, no hurt feelings. I forgot that for a minute and got wrapped up in a not-so-healthy thing. I don’t wanna be a not-so-healthy thing for you. I can’t promise anything, I don’t expect you to either. But I liked being with you.” Jeremy sighed and admitted out loud, “It made me feel good to be with you. I forgot it could feel good to be with someone.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Carter looked so sad for Jeremy and Jeremy almost wished he’d kept his mouth shut. “I liked it too. Honestly. You, uh, made me feel good too. I definitely wouldn’t mind more of that. If that’s what you want.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Carter looked back out toward the pasture. “I know you’ve got a life in Austin. I have one—kinda—in New York. I’m not even sure I’m looking for something serious.” Carter looked at Jeremy and his adam’s apple bobbed, obviously nervous about what he was saying next. “Cards on the table—I’ve been so alone for so long and I think you have too. And I trust you. I do. I hope you can trust me. And maybe, while we’re here, we don’t have to be so alone. Because around you, I don’t feel alone, never had.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Jeremy wanted to balk. That sounded heavy. The sounded intense. But he yearned. He knew exactly what Carter meant. “A torrid winter affair we’ll remember when we’re old?” Jeremy teased. Yeah, he remembered Carter’s love of big romantic films. Being gay himself he hadn’t wanted to stereotype Carter for them when Carter was a teen… But...</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">“Shut up,” Carter said, flushing. There was that boy, the romantic, sweet Carter who’d followed Jeremy around like he had a huge crush—the one Jeremy had let follow him because he thought it was the only way he’d ever feel that warmth from that man ever.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Part of him thought maybe they were about to get in over their heads, but why not? If they only ever got this one brief respite, this short amount of time together before they went on with their lives, why shouldn’t they take it?</span></span><br />
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<br />Kade Boehmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633143759667516779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771977707258048877.post-42949256893491780862016-02-08T07:39:00.004-08:002016-02-08T07:39:58.676-08:00#BlackLivesMatterLet me be real because THERE GOES my chill. Fuck off with your <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/alllivesmatter?source=feed_text&story_id=10153287328446960"><span aria-label="hashtag" class="_58cl">#</span><span class="_58cm">AllLivesMatter</span></a>. If you're saying that, you don't UNDERSTAND <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/blacklivesmatter?source=feed_text&story_id=10153287328446960"><span aria-label="hashtag" class="_58cl">#</span><span class="_58cm">BlackLivesMatter</span></a>.
You obviously have never suffered at the hand of systemic racism or
apathy. You haven't lost a family member or friend to a system tilted
against them from economics to education to the legal system intended to
protect them.<br />
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"Some of my best friends are cops." I'm only being
a little facetious. I do have good friends who are cops. Even they
accept the ugly ass truth that being a police officer doesn't flip some
switch in your head that turns off the racism you held before you put on
the badge. A good cop leaves that shit at home. But there are
exceptions. I think even #BlackLivesMatter folks will tell you these
racist officers are the exception rather than the rule. BUT. We see it,
we have the facts, the numbers that show, unfortunately, some cities'
WHOLE FORCES are the exception. What's wrong with having a real
conversation about it? <br />
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If you are or you know a woman whose
allegation of sexual assault was met with "well, you're a whore"; if
you're a gay man who's been beaten for that reason alone and met with
"well, you were in this neighborhood with that lisp", a hispanic woman
who got IDed and asked if you were an illegal FOR NO REASON, then you
should understand better than anyone. <br />
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Y'all are right. Police
officers have an IMPOSSIBLE job. I respect the hell out of all First
Responders. It's hard. They put on a uniform every day that makes them a
target in some neighborhoods and go out on the streets to uphold our
laws. But as they are the epitome of our defense against crime, they
also MUST be held to the HIGHEST standards and made accountable—and yes,
moreso accountable than anyone because they ARE the law. <br />
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You're
right. All lives DO matter. Cops lives matter. LGBT lives matter.
Hispanic lives matter. Bus drivers' lives matter. And yes, white lives
matter.<br />
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But America isn't turning a blind eye when a white kid
gets shot by the cops, unless he's low income. Then, again, you should
understand how the system is tilted against you and your family and
demand accountability since we are ALL equal under the law.
#BlackLivesMatter is a movement in which African Americans INSIST on
their civil liberties, their rights, and their value as CITIZENS of our
country be taken seriously, and that they don't have to fear for their
children, ESPECIALLY AGAINST THOSE CHARGED WITH THEIR CHILDREN'S SAFETY.
But it's also a movement for all of us, and a chance for us all to get
it right and I'm SO fucking sad and disappointed in how many people's
knee-jerk reaction is to lose their chill because they think they or a
police officer they know/love are being called a racist. It's so much
more than that.<br />
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Check yourself, because we already wrecked it.<br />
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Kade Boehmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633143759667516779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771977707258048877.post-38246675985221027462016-01-04T14:10:00.002-08:002016-01-04T15:17:33.621-08:00In RE: Biphobia<div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-bcc1f3e0-0eac-dfd3-1795-2e82745fde14" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyVKtcLZzZLbEeAwWCLJc87sQjXX6CVPt4IZGYMk_G63l3QDmcaUS7lUTUo6C4q8eYLcW5TrS7q0ITy5lx2m2-n6qGDX4TSWizsZDWFs15D_Q3qUxpnmfK1zDrtVmRkxVhHvqRQSLl2lQ/s1600/0bi.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyVKtcLZzZLbEeAwWCLJc87sQjXX6CVPt4IZGYMk_G63l3QDmcaUS7lUTUo6C4q8eYLcW5TrS7q0ITy5lx2m2-n6qGDX4TSWizsZDWFs15D_Q3qUxpnmfK1zDrtVmRkxVhHvqRQSLl2lQ/s320/0bi.png" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">I had a conversation once with some friends about bisexuality in general and they seemed to be of two mindsets when it came to bisexual men: 1) "We all came out at 14-18 saying we were bi b/c it was easier for our parents to take, so it's hard not thinking that out bisexual men are still just saying it to appease their parents." Heh. "The bi train to gayville, the stop is ultimately the same." 2) "Bi guys are for fucking around with, but I don't even date gay men who've slept with women b/c I don't like that thought." Number 2, I'll admit when I was younger, I also had problems with. There's the insecurity we all seemed to share in our teens / early 20s that any guy who'd been with a woman—even openly gay—might decide that path would be the easier life if parental acceptance and kids were that way, and the openly gay path we were on (because all of us were southern gold star gays, btw) led toward family estrangement, job discrimination, etc.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">I think it's different with age, because you understand the difference in sex and sexuality. I also think geographically it can be different because of social mores in the are in which you live. Not that being LGBT isn't difficult everywhere, but in the Southeast / Bible Belt it was its own mine field. I think the "pick a side" mentality was stronger because those of us who lost everything when we came out thought bisexual people were straddling a fence because it seemed like some guys and girls would be allll up in the gay club getting their freak on, then you'd hear about a fight with mommy or daddy and they're suddenly in a het relationship, back in church, and engaged, reminding you loudly "I always said I was bi." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">Mostly, I'm saying gays should be ashamed of ourselves. I think we hetero-washed (and white washed) everything in the Marriage Equality fight because we were essentially attempting integration, normalization to make gays more palatable to the every day American. We forget that the rainbow is all those different colors and we all should feel safe under it. That’s on us older gays, and the generation before mine. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">We still have the sins of our closeted pasts to get over, too, though. From the 70s-early 2000s, AIDS was SUCH a force in people’s homophobia. SO MANY parents’ first response to a kid coming out was “But you’ll get AIDS.” I think everyone sees this tremendous amount of momentum that occurred in the last decade and forget that before it, gay sex was still ILLEGAL in several states until Lawrence v. Texas decision was handed down in 2003. Even the staunchest advocates are stunned how far we’ve come since that decision came down 12 years ago.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">But then, we grew up. And some of our only slightly older contemporaries were coming from totally different experiences and… It threw us for a loop. That’s also adulthood, in that you may be dating a divorcee or someone’s baby mama/daddy. TOO MANY FEELS. I mean… </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">But, us millennials who just...were out and got it from an early age, forgot some gays still came from homes / areas where it was okay. For real, when my college boyfriend said he wanted to fuck one of our female friends ‘just to make sure’ IT DID NOT COMPUTE. Then I dated a slightly older guy, who had a huge circle of female friends, and he’d slept with every one of them. Now, he was older by 5 years so he could get that concept of sex vs sexuality. I wasn’t quite so… enlightened yet. It drove me nuts. I mean, bat shit crazy. Some of it, of course, is that there are plenty of Kinsey 5 homos who can put it anywhere but only date men. It’s ignorance up to that point in my life. And really, for me and the friends I talked to, it was also our views on sex in general, our religgious upbringings, our parents monogamous ideals.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">Well, the tide turned, sexuality became a broader conversation and we discussed it more openly and honestly. Even the last two years I’ve heard new terms for sexuality that at 16 would have had my mind short circuiting. But, like heterosexual folks, the more I grew to understand sexuality and its many nuances, I felt like a total tool, because my friends and I had been just assuming those closet-cases of yesteryear were representative of what “bisexuality” truly was. Oh, the number of times one of us said “I can see women being bi, but it makes no sense in guys.” I’ll admit it, I’m ashamed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">I think it’s Utopian that the future generation will just say “oh, it’s okay to love anyone—or any 4, for those polyamorous— despite their skin color, gender identity, or sexual history” because humans will ALWAYS have insecurities and always have hangups, it’s in our nature. “If he likes vagina AT ALL, will he decide that he was kids the ‘old fashioned way’ or feel he’s missing something with me?” isn’t JUST about bisexuality / a gay who lost his gold star, i think that goes equally with human insecurity, because even married folks sometimes wonder if they aren’t enough. BUT, the sexuality part adds a whole crappy dynamic.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">We gotta stop talking about gender fluidity and bisexuality like it’s a choice, because for us to run around saying we didn’t have a choice and reminding straight folks they didn’t have either, we use their “choice” against bisexual people all the time. Because we give younger gays those words and thoughts, when we could honestly start changing the conversation. We won’t change an 18 year old’s ability to fathom every sexuality, but we’ll at least maybe convince one at a time that sexuality is a grey area, sometimes, because for so long, we taught it in only the two shades of black and white. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline;">It isn’t the “bi train to gayville”, it’s about love being love. Let’s stop shaming each other, letting people figure out who they want to fuck, who they want to love, and where they fit in the rainbow with out inserting our own tired old shit into the equation. After all, that’s how we accepted ourselves in the end, letting go of the bullshit of our parents’ generations. Your bisexual friends shouldn’t have to say “I only date other bisexual people because they get it.” I don’t only date gay men “because they get it.” </span></div>
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<b>by Kade Boehme</b></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">The day Payton Grady returns home to Seattle after a few years away, he
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friend are shocked to receive a response from the erstwhile club kid.
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relationship, and eventually Noah's whole life. Six years and the
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what they had, while moving past the hurt they caused each other so long
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Kade Boehmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633143759667516779noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771977707258048877.post-39594807010515917002015-12-20T21:00:00.003-08:002015-12-20T22:27:01.328-08:00Kade's 2015 M/M Favorite Reads And GivewayHey guys!<br />
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Well. Now that 2015—and my youth—is drawing to a close, I thought I'd do a couple posts on my year. But before I go rambling on about my own year of writing etc I wanted to do a post on JUST my favorite reads of the year. Some of these were no brainers and I knew I'd list without even a second thought, but it was hard to narrow it to a top 15. There were so many great releases this year and it'd be impossible to list ALL the five star reads put out by the amazing authors in our genre that I I fanboy over.<br />
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<b>I'm listing these in no truly particular order.</b> But these were seriously some of my not only top-read but often reread books of the year. I'm listing links if you wanna go out and buy any you may not have read. But. I'm also, at the end of this post, doing a giveaway which ends on the 28th for ALL these books <b><i>PLUS</i></b> a free copy of my new/re-release novella <i>Good Enough.</i><br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">Unnatural</span></i></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">by Joanna Chambers</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">I have no words for how much I love everything by Joanna. This book, though,<br />is her at her finest. You really should read EVERYTHING.</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>Victim of Love</i><br />by Darien Cox<br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Victim-Love-Darien-Cox-ebook/dp/B011H1CPKI/" target="_blank">[Click Here To Buy]</a></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">One of my auto-buys. Darien always does great angst. And HOLY SHIT i LOVED<br />Beck. Probably one of my fave MCs of the year.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Because JFC homie can write. From his characters to his vivid picture of<br />New York life for these guys, this series was SO much win.<br />(**I promise I'm not biased by the bromance.)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"> <b><i>The Right Words</i></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">by Lane Hayes</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">[<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Right-Words-Wrong-Book-ebook/dp/B00Q8WOO92" target="_blank">Click Here to Buy]</a></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">(seriously, Bonnie's fairy re-tellings and Summer's Lamplighter...)</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">The Kage Trilogy</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">by Maris Black</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">by Lydia Gastrell</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Holy shit. This book was regency fabulousness. I didn't think she could</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">by Felice Stevens</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Felice is my go to girl for sweet, romantic reads. This one was</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">one of her best, the story just so touching.</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">by Christina Lee</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Because Smoke and Vaughn. That is all.</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">by Keira Andrews</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">by Vanessa North</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">a character like I did for Jed in such a very long time.</span></div>
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I REALLY don't often read M/F but when I do, it's Megan Erickson haha. Seriously, when I set out to write my own M/F I wanted an author I KNEW I liked who'd crossed over because I wanted to get a feel for sex and story lines and writing style, so I picked up Megan's Gamer series. And I loved it. It's EFFING sexy and fun. So if you like M/F, grab it. BUT she surprised me and said she was doing a "more adult M/M", as she'd previously been doing NA for the In Focus series. Then months later she sends me this ARC and IT WAS CHAD! I squealed, I won't lie. He's the brother of what of the earlier female MCs and it ties in with the series (oh the pun), but can be read as a stand alone so I'm giving you all these links.<br />
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Kade Boehmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633143759667516779noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771977707258048877.post-81605795946003536252015-12-15T16:24:00.003-08:002015-12-15T16:44:42.437-08:00Good Enough Cover, Blurb, & ExcerptHeya!<br />
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I'm rereleasing a novella I put out forever ago, called <i>Good Enough</i>. It
was only available for a few months before I ultimately pulled it because it
was in pretty rough shape and I didn't give it ANY promo for its first release. It was a
reader appreciation bonus kinda thing that I dropped because I didn't know
what else to do with it haha. But I loved Payton and Noah SO much —
particularly Noah, I won't lie. </span><br />
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dusted them off, and have revised in pretty major ways, added word
count, and sent off for some heavy re-edits. It grew by 10k words from its original draft, even after deleting several thousand in revision, so it's new in many ways, expanded in others, but still very similar if you read the first edition. I'm SO very proud of the new life these guys got. </span><br />
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<span aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" tabindex="0">I know some of you read this, so I hope you'll give the new edition a chance because I think the new material makes it better. And those who hadn't, I hope you enjoy it. I WILL WARN HERE, because I'm not going to go around tagging it everywhere: there is an ON PAGE cheating scene in a flash back from "8 years ago". If cheating makes you squeamish, you've been forewarned. </span><br />
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you guys right before Christmas.<br /> <br /> So I give you this lovely Natasha Snow cover art. And damn, Noah's looking better than ever. Also, giving you the blurb and the first excerpt—which is still unedited.</span><br />
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<span id="freeText15858699831347165615">The day Payton Grady
returns home to Seattle after a few years away, he sees a gorgeous club
kid who accidentally leaves an interesting scarf behind at the bus stop.
In a silly attempt to locate the owner, Payton’s best friend places an
ad on Craigslist. Two years later, Payton and his friend are shocked to
receive a response from the erstwhile club kid. After balking, Payton’s
stunned to find his missed opportunity was with someone from his past —
his ex-boyfriend from college.<br /><br />Noah Di Cicco has been wracked
with guilt since college when he crushed Payton. His insecurities and
betrayal destroyed their relationship, and eventually Noah's whole life.
Six years and the experience of a rock bottom have changed Noah.<br /><br />Now
that Noah knows he’s good enough for love, both men remember what they
had, while moving past the hurt they caused each other so long ago.
Maybe they can be good enough together.<br /><br /><br /><b>2nd Edition. Revised, heavily re-edited, and expanded.<br />WARNING: Not intended for readers under 18.</b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “So you still have the bag?” Adam asked, snatching it from off the couch where I’d placed it and looking inside—something I’d yet to do. I’d had to explain to him I wasn’t later than I’d said because I was out shopping, but because I’d had to wait twenty more minutes after missing my bus trying to help out a stranger.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“I don’t know why I did. It’s not like I’ll see him again to return it.” I grabbed the bag from him, for some reason feeling it’d be tacky to trifle through it. “Stop being nosy. It just felt rude to throw it away.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Adam flipped his blond bangs out of his eyes and smirked at me. “So you weren’t hoping to maybe run into the pretty boy again and play Knight in Shiny Chinos, gallantly returning his scarf. And that’s what’s in the bag, by the way. A very pink scarf.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I frowned down at the bag. Yeah, the guy seemed the type to wear a fuchsia scarf. I bet it’d look stunning on that strong, olive-toned neck. I looked back at Adam with a scowl. “That wasn’t my motive at all. I don’t know what I was thinking, honestly. Guess I hope if I’d left something behind more important than a fuchsia scarf maybe someone would do the same with me.” I shrugged and dropped the bag back on the couch.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I had to admit that was a sound plan but I sure wouldn’t admit that to Adam. He was still dancing and singing I told you so since I fucked up and said “It’s kind of nice to be back in Seattle” upon walking into the apartment. He needed no more encouragement.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Damn,” he said. “No receipt.” He then pulled out the </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">very </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">fuschia scarf which had </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">GONADS!</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> knitted in black yarn in the middle. Adam snorted. “Very classy, this young man of yours.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Adam let loose his signature obnoxious laugh that was probably the most infectious I’d ever heard. “He has a scarf that says </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">GONADS!</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">” Yeah, it was gonna be nice to have my friend around again.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“He </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">had</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> a scarf that says </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">GONADS!</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Should I take it to a bus driver and give it to lost and found?” I handed Adam the scarf and he read it again, snickering.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">After a quick shower and changing into gym shorts and a t-shirt I felt a lot better. Nothing makes one feel quite as disgusting as six hours crammed next to strangers on planes, trains and city busses. I was not pleased to see how devious his grin was when I made it back into the living room.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Kade Boehme NoH8 photo from Tampa, FL, Summer 2013</b></span></div>
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<b>Wow. Today marks 7 years of the NoH8 Campaign. This is surreal to me,
because it was just seven years ago, in November 2008, when we both made the
huge progress of electing our first African American President, and
California took a step back by voting Proposition 8 into law. (For those
those don't remember) Proposition 8 was a voter referendum that
effectively blocked gay marriage in 2008, after California State Supreme
Court had ruled that denying same-sex marriage was unconstit<span class="text_exposed_show">utional. It was such a huge upset.</span></b><br />
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It's been 7 years. In that time many other states joined in either
their Supreme Court ruled in favor of marriage equality, and in some
instances, the voters approved the rights—which still gives me the
willies but at least it got done.</b><br />
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<b> And... Then Prop 8 fell in
federal court because it denied due process so LGBT Californians could
once again marry. Then DADT was ended by congress after a LONG, tedious,
painful battle with legislators, so that our men and women in uniform
no longer had to fear losing their job protecting our nation simply
because they were LGB (still working on the T, unfortunately). Then the
parts of DOMA that denied federal benefits to LGBT couples was struck
down in the Supreme Court of the US which... Was a seminal moment. That
moment. Because then we went back to court. And SCOTUS ruled that
denying marriage equality was unconsitutional, thereby making marriage
equality the law of all these United States of America.</b><br />
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<b> It's been
7 years. And it's not over. There's still housing and job
discrimination. Our trans* brothers and sisters and those in between are
still struggling. There have been people making money off their hate,
still, and who fight marriage equality as if the fight hasn't ultimately
been decided.</b><br />
<b> And you know, I have to give respect to those who
were fighting for even the most basic of our rights since long before I
was born. This last decade has been a whirlwind, with ups and downs, and
by no means is everything tied up.</b><br />
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<b> But it's been 7 years. ONLY 7 years since Prop 8 and we said enough is enough. So we made 7 those years count.</b><br />
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<b> It's been 7 years and we are Proud. <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/noh8?source=feed_text&story_id=10153190726806960"><span aria-label="hashtag" class="_58cl">#</span><span class="_58cm">NoH8</span></a></b></div>
Kade Boehmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633143759667516779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771977707258048877.post-75415366570816387972015-11-24T17:39:00.000-08:002015-11-25T01:55:20.488-08:00✰COVER ART CONTEST, YO!✰Hey all!<br />
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I decided to do something new this time. I HOPE it's something people will be interested in participating in and not just a bunch of "whatever Kade" haha. I'm doing a cover art contest for my next book, <i>Simple Things, </i>which will be released in January. I'm SUPER excited about the book and about this contest. (Just so you don't stop reading if you're a pro, I'm NOT trying to get a free cover, <b>I will be paying the winner's usual custom cover & ad pack fee</b> as well as giving prizes to the winner)<br />
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After 17 books and a few shorts, I have been fortunate enough to work with some of the most FABULOUS fucking cover artists in our genre (and tried out some from outside the genre). I'm a cover whore and a shameless cover snob. The packaging of a book, IMHO, goes as far toward selling a book as my name, the blurb, and reviews. It's the first thing readers see and I'm so privileged to have had so many wonderful covers. Our cover artists in M/M are so ridiculously talented. It's always so hard because they're awesome and I see new awesome artists and I'm like "Can I just do 15 covers?" But that could get pricey... and confusing for readers haha. So I thought it'd be awesome to see their ideas as well as ideas from anyone else who wanted to throw their hats in. I don't care if you're just starting out and you're trying to get your name out, if it's your first cover, or if you've been doing it forever: I wanna see your mock-up.<br />
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If you're interested, keep reading. The contest is running over the next 2 weeks, until <b>December 7th.</b> I promise I'm not a diva so I really am not terribly fussy with this. Cover art is your forte so I don't have a shit-ton of notes. If you're interested, the story / character specs are posted below in a cover request form style.<br />
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So, these will be a little rambling but... here goes.<br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">1) There's no max on entries. Send 1, send 5. Up to you. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">2) I tend to favor at least one model on the cover, love 2, but I'll look at anything. If a "concept" cover blows me away I'm all over it. From standard 2 models over a cityscape to single model being sexy to a picture of a tattoo, or personal art (ie drawing, digital art, etc). I wanna see YOUR take and what YOU can do. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">5) Obviously, I don't expect you to spend money since it's not a sure thing, so I totally understand these may not be the final look b/c they may have watermarks, etc. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">1) I pay you 100% of your usual fee, of course. (Anyone who does personal art or is good with teasers, I'd pay extra for those as well.) </span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">2) I will <b>pimp the shit out of you</b> on FB, twitter, cover reveals, blog tour stops, and your name will be listed as a contributor on Amazon and in the book copyright page. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">3) You get a $50 Amazon Gift Card from me, as well as an ARC of this book when they're ready, a print copy (if you want) and any other of my backlist books you'd like.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>AUTHOR NAME: </b>Kade Boehme</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>THE STORY: </b>The gist -- childhood friends come home to stay on one's family horse farm in Tennessee, each because life's gotten complicated—one because things with his band are a mess, the other hiding from the fall out of his politician parents' sex scandal. Both are still finding their way, suffering growing pains, amidst coming out and insecurities. Both have many decisions to make, and while the bad boy and the virgin decide to embark on a mutually beneficial friends-with-benefits situation, their friendship becomes more, making those decisions harder. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>SETTING: </b>New York City & Chattanooga, Tennessee (most of the story in TN)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>HERO I: </b>Jeremy Beck: 24. Taking time off from his indie band because of personal issues amongst the members. Caught in a strange menage with male bandmate and his girlfriend. Was an addict as a teen, but now is clean. His parents disapprove of his wild child bullshit, which they consider typical rich boy angst.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Physical description from story:<i> "<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt;">He’d always had classic good looks, but now, at twenty-four, he was a walking wet dream. His shoulders and arms had filled out, as had his chest. His tight fitting white tee showed off a trim waistline and flat stomach. Carter was surprised, though, at the amount of visible ink the man sported now. Most every inch of visible skin had a tattoo. He had sleeves and knuckle tattoos. His neck was covered. He even had one swooping cursive word over his right eyebrow.</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i>Carter tried his best not to stare, but as Jeremy walked through the kitchen in his skin-tight black jeans it was hard not to notice the nice swell of the man’s ass and his shapely calves and thighs. He still walked with a certain swagger that was all his own, and fucking sexy. His jeans were rolled up a bit showing off bare ankles above his ratty old converse that had been signed and doodled on with sharpies in every white spot available. </i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i>A dark James Dean with thick black hair and a rockabilly style, Jeremy was a trainwreck but he was one beautiful fucking hot mess."</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>HERO II: </b>Carter Darling, 21. Politicians' son who took a bit of time off schooling in NYC and away from his parents' sex scandal to go spend time in his Tennessee hometown with friends. Amateur boxer, preppy, technical virgin who's JUST coming out. Because of parents' career is fairly goody-goody. His wild side is all in the ring, until Jeremy gets his hands on him.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Physical description from story: <i>"<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt;">Carter Darling had always been almost as precious as his last name with his soft face, marble smooth white skin that looked as if it never saw the sun, bright red hair in a short pompadour, and large, open blue eyes, and easy blush. Now, though, he seemed harder.</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i>But he still had that shiny spark in his eye that was very Carter."</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>IMPORTANT ELEMENTS: </b>Politics, Jeremy's black Fender FA-100 guitar, tattoos, amateur boxing, college </span></div>
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<br />Kade Boehmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633143759667516779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771977707258048877.post-91108850688369307022015-11-19T16:24:00.001-08:002015-11-19T16:24:59.894-08:00The Best Of...Hey guys!<br />
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princess party and gift them a set, my Best Of box set is now available in eBook on Amazon!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><span aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" tabindex="0">5 of Kade's Best Selling Books for only $4.99, including <i>Proud Heart: a Chance & Bradley Pride Short</i> for <b>free</b>!<br />
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man, coffee shop owner Mark Riley. Aside from their age difference,
things are complicated by the fact Mark is the father of Tyler's best
friend.<br />
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new business and a pregnant surrogate when his ex walked out on him. He
finds the possibility of a new future with sexy oil rig engineer and
boat captain Heath Cummings. That is, if Heath finally comes out.<br />
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in his town did, followed the path already taken. But when his
girlfriend calls for a break so they can figure themselves out, the
return of Chance's old friend from the horse show circuit leaves him
twisted up... over a man. For the first time, Chance sees what his life
could be if he's willing to take a chance of the heart.<br />
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relationships with women, both coming out later in their lives. But
between family trouble and Bobby's unwillingness to commit, finding
happiness at the end of the rainbow isn't easy.<br />
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hometown with his teenage kids in tow, his friendship with Landon
Petty—his boss's son—was welcome. But eventually, Jay's feelings for
Landon deepen and his life takes a turn he never expected</span>.</span></blockquote>
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Kade Boehmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633143759667516779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771977707258048877.post-88423147259331171982015-10-31T13:12:00.002-07:002015-10-31T13:12:37.004-07:00We Found Love Honorable MentionI'm so happy! My friend Allison Cassatta and I co-wrote a book based in the most bleak of places—a mental hospital—with some pretty broken boys, hoping y'all would love them as much as we did. And you did. The feeback and sales were fabulous and I just wanted to hug everyone haha. Now, more cause to hug. Hunter & Riley take home an honorable mention from the Rainbow Awards, which tickles me to fucking death. <3<br />
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<i>"This book echoes of pain and torment yet it is beautifully written
with a bright light of hope of days yet to come. Definiitely a fab read.<br /><br />Fantastic
and emotional story. Wonderful character development that really draws a
reader into the story and makes them invested in the characters as well
as the story. Once I started reading, I didn’t stop until the book was
finished.<br /><br />This is one of the two best books I've read this year.
The characters they built were phenomenally real---I felt like I knew
them personally. And the settings (especially inside the mental
institution) were also astonishingly real, like I was there myself. This
book brought me to tears five times. I was able to find a few niggling
points in the areas of plot and writing style that allowed me to shave a
point off each of those categories, but this is a very-nearly perfect
book!<br /><br />This was an intriguing story and well written. I like
stories with broken characters that find and fix themselves through the
motivation of love." -- </i>From the Honorable Mention at <a href="http://reviews-and-ramblings.dreamwidth.org/4698170.html" target="_blank">Reviews & Ramblings</a>Kade Boehmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633143759667516779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771977707258048877.post-46389435885510042422015-10-30T15:28:00.000-07:002015-10-30T15:54:06.950-07:00"Oh, You read romance?" *side eye*You know, I think, more disappointing than disparaging authors of
romance, lately (though it's always been a problem), is the shaming of
the MILLIONS of romance readers. I get we're not up to some people's
lofty literary standards. I won't apologize for not writing with a
Pulitzer Prize for fiction in mind. I won't get mad at you for thinking
your work is superior to mine because I prefer an HEA. I'm not bitter. I'll take my romance award from my peers any day, and still will be proud of you that your peers recognized you with your non-romantic fiction award. The art of writing fiction, like any art, is highly subjective and not
every subject matter is something you may find joy in writing.<br />
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But I will take exception to you saying what MILLIONS OF READERS like to
read is garbage and insinuating they're simple for enjoying it. I'm so disappointed and angry when a friend side-eyes a another for having a Harlequin in their purse. I'm pissed when I say I write M/M romance and they equate it with porn, or ask when I'm gonna write a "real book". I'm furious when a reader tells me they told a friend they read M/M and their friend hurt their feelings acting like they were a simpleton because "<i>Really</i>? You read <i>romance</i>?"<br />
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I understand, people think romance doesn't change the world, doesn't broaden society in any ways. In a similar post to this one FaceBook a reader responded "<i>...<span data-reactid=".5f.1:5.1:$comment10153124405756960_10153124455381960/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.2.$comment-body.0.0"><span data-reactid=".5f.1:5.1:$comment10153124405756960_10153124455381960/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.2.$comment-body.0.0.$end/=1$text0/=010">I'm
still looking for my HEA. At this stage, I could easily see it being me
on a sun-warmed porch with a never ending supply of Tim Tams, gra</span></span></i><span data-reactid=".5f.1:5.1:$comment10153124405756960_10153124455381960/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.2.$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".5f.1:5.1:$comment10153124405756960_10153124455381960/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.2.$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".5f.1:5.1:$comment10153124405756960_10153124455381960/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.2.$comment-body.0.3.0.$end/=1$text0/=010"><i>ndkids
and my Kindle. What you guys do is provide not only entertainment for
this "stalled" woman, but also hope, companionship, laughter, tears and
somewhere accepting of my your quirks and my current circumstances to
escape to. It's also a reminder that you're never alone and you don't
have to be what society deems "perfect" to find love and your own HEA.
THANK YOU for what you give me</i>. </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">❤</span>" And you know what, that touched me so much. I hear that from readers, have said similar words to favorite authors in the past. So, maybe touching that one life, being a part of that one person's world for an hour and making them smile... Maybe that's the change I want to effect. I for one think that's worth a helluva lot.<br />
<span data-reactid=".5f.1:5.1:$comment10153124405756960_10153124455381960/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.2"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".5f.1:5.1:$comment10153124405756960_10153124455381960/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.2.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody _1n4g" data-reactid=".5f.1:5.1:$comment10153124405756960_10153124455381960/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.2.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".5f.1:5.1:$comment10153124405756960_10153124455381960/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.2.$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".5f.1:5.1:$comment10153124405756960_10153124455381960/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.2.$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".5f.1:5.1:$comment10153124405756960_10153124455381960/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.2.$comment-body.0.3.0.$end/=1$text0/=010"><span class="emoticon emoticon_heart" title="<3"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
In this
electronic age, I'm so overjoyed to see anyone reading <i>anything</i>,
whether it be Dickens or Rowling or fucking EL James. To the readers, my peeps, I say "you do you, boo."<br />
<br />
A friend of mine said, "Remember when teachers and librarians always told you as a child that it didn't matter what you read so long as you read." Growing up, my mother—an educator—never limited my reading, whether it was Carolyn B Cooney, RL Stine, Louis L'amour. She was just happy I wasn't always plopped in front of a television. Isn't <i>that</i> what the ultimate goal is. Being well-read should never be considered a bad thing, regardless of taste.<br />
<br />
While I cannot lay blame at her feet, because this HAS been a
problem for years, I cringe every time I see a new article on an even
bigger, more widely read blog or news site. I understand it's the direction the authors who were plagiarized decided, and had every right to go in to bring visibility to their problem and make sure Harner was taken to task. I, personally, don't need my pound of flesh—I didn't
purchase or read her stuff, because reasons—and I don't need to "have my
say". But I can lay the shitstorm of negative press at the feet of the
Plagiarizer. I think that makes me more fucking livid about the whole
situation than anything.<br />
<br />
I'm a <b>proud</b> writer of romance. I'm <b>even more proud</b> of being successful writing Male/Male romance and watching gay romance—one of few genres where LGBT protagonists are glorified and given positive stories—grow as a genre. I'm <b>honored</b> being a part of it. And finally, I find my <b>biggest joy and have immense pride</b> in being a reader of romance, and having a HUGE support system and group of people I've met through and because of it. So, respectfully, <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/fuckoff?source=feed_text&story_id=10153124405756960"><span aria-label="hashtag" class="_58cl">#</span><span class="_58cm">fuckoff</span></a>.<br />
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Kade Boehmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633143759667516779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771977707258048877.post-42607859471782463412015-10-26T08:00:00.000-07:002015-10-27T09:13:33.635-07:00Friend Interview: Brigham Vaughn<div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: .25in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Welcome my friend, the fabulous author of the Equals series, as she stops by the blog today to promote her new book <i>Connection.</i></span><br />
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Have
you ever used something, even a small funny moment with a friend, etc in one of
your books? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">You know, I would swear I
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I absolutely do use
emotional memories to make a scene more authentic though. Drawing from personal experiences of a
similar situation can help deepen the emotion in a scene and I’ve done that a
number of times.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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you have another genre or subgenre you read? If so, do you read that more than,
the same as, or less frequently than M/M? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It’s fairly rare that I read anything
but M/M these days, which has more to do with a lack of time and a wealth of so
many amazing M/M books on my TBR list, but when I do have the time, historical
fiction and mysteries are my favorites. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The one author I will absolutely drop
everything to read is Margaret Atwood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Evan, from <i>Connection</i>, a character
that just came through the ether as Equals series (which I absolutely love,
btw) evolved, or was he a planned secondary whose story you knew you’d spin-off
from the beginning?</span><span style="background-color: yellow;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Evan essentially appeared
out of the ether and evolved from there. I had <i>Partners</i> basically written, but knew something was missing. The
town of Putnam was coming across as much too flat and one-dimensional. If I
remember right, I’d written this vague idea of a young guy who worked for the
funeral home, but he hadn’t really coalesced into anything concrete and I had
no real plan for him. Eventually, I realized his interaction with Russ could
really fill that gap and his character began to evolve from there. By the time <i>Partners</i> was written, my betas were clamoring for Evan to have his
own book and I knew he had a huge story to tell. It took longer for me to put
the pieces together and figure out that Jeremy would be his partner, but once I
had the thought I knew it was what needed to happen, even though on paper, Evan
and Jeremy are so different.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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have to ask—because it’s one of those things that I love when other writers do
but is super daunting to me—was it difficult writing 2 characters through 4
different books? Or was it easier to stay in that world?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It can be difficult
writing the same characters through different books, but I found that on the
whole I enjoyed it. It gave me a chance
to delve further into their psychology and get to know them better. Stephen really evolved for me throughout the <i>Equals</i> series and I absolutely loved
discovering where he came from and why he made the decisions he did. Some of his backstory was there in <i>Equals</i>, the first book, but it really
clicked for me in <i>Partners</i> and that
continued to develop in Family and Husbands.
And then doing the spin-off of <i>Connection</i>
where we see Stephen through Jeremy’s eyes was really fascinating. I guess I’d have to say that while it can be
challenging, I enjoy that challenge a lot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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you have something that or someone who inspired any of your stories and/or
characters as far as Russ, Stephen, Evan, or Jeremy go?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Sexy older man, a little possessive of his younger partner” and bam, I had a
story. As the story developed I found
face cast pictures that matched the image in my head of each character. Ryan Guzman, an actor, and Michael Justin, a
model, are very close to how I picture Russ and Stephen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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history with his ex, Jeremy, I had a vague idea that I wanted Jeremy and Russ
to be somewhat similar looking in that they both had dark hair, hazel eyes and
were tall and fairly muscular. Jeremy’s
personality was set but his actual physical look was fairly vague in my head
until I started to do some searching and ran across a photo of the actor Brandon
Quinn and it kinda clicked for me. Jeremy
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like from the beginning. Tall, but very
thin, very pale and someone who might get overlooked at first, but would grow
into himself well and wind up attractive and interesting looking. The model,
Andreas Sandby, took a long time to find, but he really was perfect for Evan.
And those cheekbones are incredibly striking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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which was absolutely perfect for Evan and Jeremy. It shows the dynamic of them as partners so
much. They <i>need</i> each other more than any other couple I’ve written. There’s just so much vulnerability and hurt
in both of them, and being together offers them the kind of security and
shelter from the outside world that they both need.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Truthfully, it varies with every
story. I often get a plot bunny long before I have time to write it, so I jot
down whatever ideas pop into my head and stash the file away for a while as I work
on something else. Occasionally, another
idea will appear and I’ll add that to the file and put it away again until I am
ready to work on it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">My process for writing a book has
changed some in the last few years. I am trying to be less of a pantser and
more of a plotter, so I try to make a rough outline of where I’m going and fill
in scene ideas as they appear in my head.
Sometimes that changes quite a bit as I write, but at least it gives me
somewhere to start.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Time management is one of
my biggest challenges. When I was
working full time, I would jam writing into every free second I had, but now
that I have eight hours a day to write it’s taking a little bit of time to get
used to the idea of having every single day free. I don’t have the stamina to do it all day, so
I am trying to break it up into chunks and slowly acclimate. It’s something I know I can do better at, so
I am constantly working to improve my organization and time management skills.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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something in particular inspire you to just GO FOR IT and go from “hobby”
writing to “I want to publish”?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I’d been flailing around
most of my life trying to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up and the
more I wrote the more I loved it. So
many people had been telling me I should publish and the more people told me
that the more I wanted to, but my confidence wasn’t quite there yet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I had been working at a
hospital doing patient registration. I didn’t love the job, but it was
relatively easy work and I had good pay, good benefits, and great
co-workers. I had several managers over
the years, but in the summer of 2013 the one I had was <i>awful</i>. Truly, truly awful.
She turned the job from something that was relatively enjoyable into
something soul-sucking. I came home from work one day in tears and said to my
(now ex) husband, “I can’t do this anymore, I want to be a writer.” I submitted a “Pain Management” to
Dreamspinner Press a few months later, and it was published in the “Dr.
Feelgood” anthology that next spring. In the meantime, I also began exploring
self-publishing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It took a couple of years
(and my divorce) to actually have the opportunity to focus on my writing
full-time, but that horrid boss really did give me the kick in the pants to
decide that I wanted to take my writing seriously. I am grudgingly grateful to her for that.
*laughs*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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you put down the “pen” (so to say) and step back after typing The End, what is
it you hope people take from your writing? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">That my characters are
complex, flawed people. They (as am I as a writer) are works in progress. The
interesting thing is not that they end up together as much as how they get
there. And that love is always worth the journey, no matter how difficult it is
to get there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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up the second half of their story, which will be called “Trust” and I am aiming
to have that out in late November/early December if possible. Here’s a little teaser.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sweat trickled down the back of Evan’s neck as he
shoved the covers away. He shifted, his
bare leg brushing rough, stiff fabric, which made him frown in confusion. Reaching out, he blinked sleepily, trying to
put the pieces together. His hand met
sold, warm flesh and his lips curled up in a smile, remembering Jeremy’s hand
stroking him through an orgasm. Jeremy
had stayed. That’s why he felt so warm. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jeremy was sprawled on his back, and when Evan
squinted, he could see Jeremy’s face turned away. Carefully scooting closer, he
wiggled until he was wedged between Jeremy’s arm and torso. He gently rested his head on Jeremy’s
shoulder, letting out a sigh of contentment.
Jeremy wasn’t hugely built, but his chest and shoulders were wide, his
arms solidly muscled. He made Evan feel
safe.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A faint memory of falling asleep on Jeremy’s chest
after his orgasm tickled through his mind, and he winced when he realized
Jeremy hadn’t come. He hadn’t meant to
be a jerk and fall asleep but it had been the best orgasm of his life. The
first one with another man. He felt so comfortable in Jeremy’s arms, so content
and cared for. For the first time, he felt like he belonged somewhere. Like he
mattered.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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their bodies and tentatively settled it on Jeremy’s chest, who stirred a
little, letting out a quiet sigh, but settled immediately back into sleep. The steady rise and fall of his breathing was
comforting. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Evan squirmed closer, his cheek rubbing again Jeremy’s
shoulder, his fingertips wandering a little.
He explored the firm planes of Jeremy’s pecs, the warm, smooth skin
tempting him to touch. When he’d asked Jeremy to take him to the club that
night, he’d never imagined they’d end up in bed together. His plan had been to
get over Jeremy, meet someone else and move on, but this was so much
better. This was what he’d wanted all
along. He’d never wanted to be with anyone else, he’d just never dreamed Jeremy
would give him a chance. But Jeremy had seemed different tonight, more relaxed
and open. And the way he’d looked at
Evan? Oh, it took Evan’s breath away. It
made his heart pound and little shiver skitter up and down his spine. And to have gone from thinking that nothing
would ever happen between them to this? He hardly knew what to think.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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everything. Evan rubbed his cheek
against Jeremy’s shoulder again, breathing in his scent, wanting to imprint
every moment onto his memory. For so
many years he’d felt alone and unwanted. Falling asleep in Jeremy’s arms two
nights in a row softened the bad memories, replacing them with something new
and wonderful. They filled up the hollow ache that had been inside him for as
long as he could remember.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sleepily, Evan continued to stroke Jeremy’s skin,
thrilled with the opportunity to touch him. Last night they’d both been fully
clothed but feeling their bare skin pressed together was so much better. He’d
wake Jeremy in a while, maybe with a handjob if he was feeling brave. Evan bit
his lip at the thought. He wanted Jeremy to feel as good as he’d made Evan feel
earlier. He explored lower on Jeremy’s
abdomen, feeling the firm muscles under his fingertips. He traced the shallow line down the center of
Jeremy’s abdomen, dipping into his navel, the soft hair that began below
tickling his fingertip. Holding his
breath, he traced it to the edge of Jeremy’s jeans. Jeremy stirred, shifting on the bed, and Evan
followed the edge of the fabric until he hit a strange spot where the texture of
Jeremy’s skin changed. Evan explored it for a second, curious, trying to figure
out what it was, too dozy and sleep-muddled to put the pieces together. His thumb smoothed over the spot, and it had
just registered that it was probably scar tissue when Jeremy sat upright,
shoving him away. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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mattress, swearing loudly. Stunned, Evan groped for the lamp beside the bed and
turned it on just as Jeremy’s face twisted with pain. He skin went grey as he
hobbled toward the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Bewildered, Evan sat
there for a moment, his stomach churning with anxiety as he tried to understand
what had happened. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">He froze as he finally put the pieces together. Jeremy
was sensitive about his scars, hell, he’d told Evan that before. And Evan had
touched them without asking. Dazed, Evan sat on the edge of the bed. Shit, he
had fucked this up. Horribly. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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bathroom and winced, anxiety twisting his own stomach in a sympathetic
response. Jeremy had probably hurt himself in his hurry to get off the bed and
get away from him. Shit. Double shit. How in the hell am I going to fix this?
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writing the second book in the <i>Midwest
Series</i>, which will follow Brent and Lowell, a totally mismatched pair who
get set up by their friends to take a road trip together. It’s definitely a hate/lust type of situation
and getting them together is going to be FUN.
It won’t be super angsty, but it will be a lot of fun.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I also have a series I am
collaborating with another author on. It
follows a couple of very wealthy men living in Manhattan who, over the course
of about fifteen years, struggle with their sexuality and their feelings for
each other and have to choose between their families/inheritances/social
standing and being together. I am really
excited about it and we have been working on it for a couple of years. It’s nearly done and we’re hoping to submit
it to publishers in the near future. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">In January, my plan is to get started
on a plot bunny that has been hanging out in my folders for a while now. It’ll be a rather dark story and I am still
working through the details of the plot.
The story begins with Chris, standing over the grave at his brother
Cal’s funeral. Across the casket, he
sees Elliot, who he later learns is his (previously straight to his knowledge)
brother’s boyfriend. Chris and Elliot develop this very complicated
relationship as they mourn Cal’s death and there’s a lot of guilt they both
have to work through in order to be together. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">"I have found your next feel-good read! ... I truly enjoyed this book from beginning to end, it is a touching story about how finding true love may not always be easy but it is most definitely worth it."</span> — <span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>5 Stars</b></span> from Jenn @ The Geekery Books Review. <b><a href="https://thegeekerybookreview.wordpress.com/2015/10/18/new-release-5-star-review-borrowing-trouble-by-kade-boehme/" target="_blank">[Click Here]</a></b> for full review. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">"What really struck me about this story, was not only was it Boehme’s inimitable romantic story with great MCs, it was alos a story that explores the complexities of being out, coming out, and falling love." </span>— <span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>4.5 stars</b></span> from Danielle @ The Watch & Word Society. <b><a href="http://watch-and-word-society.blogspot.com/2015/10/book-review-borrowing-trouble.html" target="_blank">[Click Here]</a></b> for full review. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">"All in all this was another winner from Kade Boehme. He writes it- I read it. That’s how much I love his stories. If you’re looking for a beautiful love story then look no further."</span> —<b><span style="color: #cc0000;"> 4.8 Stars</span></b> from Lili @ Gaybook.Reviews (Formerly JesseWave). <b><a href="http://gaybook.reviews/2015/10/15/borrowing-trouble-by-kade-boehme/" target="_blank">[Click Here]</a></b> for full review </span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">After an amicable divorce, Jay Hill decided to move back to his rural
hometown with his teenage kids. Being on good terms with his ex-wife and
in laws has made the transition into single life pretty smooth. Things
were good and uncomplicated. Then Landon Petty walked into his life.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">Landon didn’t expect to still be stuck in his hometown working at
his dad’s sawmill at this point in his life. Being an openly gay truck
driver was as awkward in practice as in description. When Jay came to
take over managerial duties at his dad’s business, Landon was surprised
to find a friend. When Jay turns out not to be as straight as he
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">When feelings for Landon shine a light on how much Jay’s life has
been actually half lived, he’s forced to decide if he’ll jump in with
both feet or if he’ll let Landon slip through his fingers.</span></div>
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