Awesome review of Betrayed

I'm humbled, thrilled, and honored to share this review of Betrayed with you. http://www.queermagazineonline.com/component/content/article/223-book-reviews/book-reviews/42214-betrayed-by-dc-juris

New Release: "Betrayed"

Hi folks! Over the next couple months, you'll see me at various blogs talking about my newest release, "Betrayed."

I love all my books and all my characters, but this one and these two hold a special place in my heart. "Betrayed" is a rewrite of the very first thing I ever wrote, and I'm so proud to be able to say it's a published work.

Here's the link to buy it at All Romance Ebooks:

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-betrayed-669002-144.html

Check out my BDSM Book Reviews Guest Post

Hey folks! Go check out my guest post at BDSM Book Reviews

http://www.bdsmbookreviews.com/2012/01/12/guest-blogging-balancing-who-i-am-with-who-i-need-to-be-by-dc-juris/

Friendly Friday - Featuring The Story Orgy!

Picture this: A serene curvy road…beautiful trees lining it on both sides…nature at its best with the sun rising in the east telling everyone that the day is beginning and the wonders are about to pounce on you…the birds are chirping their greeting…all is ideal for a nice long (very very long) drive to go visit a good friend…and down the road comes a single SUV… blending in with the picturesque scene, the Story Orgy Rover makes its way to DC Juris's house…the Story Orgy are happily inside, Hank Edwards driving with JR Boyd sitting in the middle front and his beautiful muse Em Woods, the Goddess of the SO sitting to his right…and in the backseat the vivacious Jade Baiser is sitting behind Hank with her yang to her right, Havan Fellows and if you follow the handcuffs on Havan's right hand you will find the other half attached to her muse, Lee Brazil.

Ah yes…The Story Orgy (lovingly called the SO)…a group of people brought together as a family due to their love of men and prompts…serene and calm by nature…that is until someone hands out the coffee…

Havan)  *bounces to and fro shoulder bumping Lee and then Jade singing/screaming* One hundred bottles of beer on the wall…one hundred bottles of beer…take one down pass it around…ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall … *giggles and takes a deep breath for next verse*…come on everyone sing!!!! Ninety-nine…

Lee) *eye roll- taps Hank on the shoulder* - Sirius fm radio? Please?  Find us some good classic rock and roll?

Hank) Already on it. Ooo, a Corey Hart station. Sigh.

Em) Nintey-nine... *looks into back seat* oh! We're not singing anymore? Ah, well, probably better that way. *snuggles against my muse* Can we stop at Tim Horton's? I didn't fill up my travel mug before we left. 

Jade) Oh yes please, I need my fill of hot chocolate!

Hank) ANOTHER stop? *eye roll* We'll never get to DC's at this rate. *widens eyes* Good Lord, I sounded just like my father.

JR) Just one more...I gotta pee.

Havan)  Hey! I had my own version made up with bears and beds instead of beers and walls *waggles eyebrows*…um…but…yeah never mind…*blushes* I can't help it…I'm sooooooooooo excited to be going to DC's house…this is the first time I've been invited…I feel like I'm with the 'in' crowd now! *bounces in seat some more…bumps Lee* Oh sorry…*sips coffee to hide smile* Hey Em...mmmmm coffee *giggles some more*

Lee) *rubs head where it smacked into the window* Ouch? Havan...what kind of coffee did you get at that last stop? *Stretches feet out and glares at boots*  Are you sitting on my Kindle?

Havan)  *reaches hand under assets* um...don't think so...Oh boy oh boy oh boy...we are finally gonna share our big secret! Tell everyone how we have a brand spanking *giggles and nudges Jade* I said spanking…hehe

Lee) Mm...someone needs a spanking...

Jade) Hum? Oh yes, someone definitely needs a spanking. Stop bouncing Havan...

Havan)  *kisses Jade on her cute nose* yes…and…no…*giggles* oooooh...um…*eyes glaze over*...yeah...a brand spanking *looks at Lee and tries not to giggle again* Story Orgy blog!!!!!! *bounces into Lee* No—I don't keep bouncing into you on purpose *blushes*  Lee's prettied it up so nice making us all our very own author pages that we got to decorate and what about that freaking hawt assets banner that Em got for us!!!!

Lee) *blushes* It turned out very nicely, I think! And oh, yeah it was a stroke of genius on EM's part asking Dirk about that banner!

Em) *giggles and hands over Lee's Kindle* Sorry, Lee. I was just checking to see if I wanted to borrow anything from your library. And oh yeah, that Dirk Tyler is one very talented man. He whipped that header out in no time flat.

JR) *snickers* Where were you hiding that, my muse? 

Em) I'm sure I don't know what you mean.*eyes wide...pokes JR in the belly* Didn't you say you had to pee?

Havan)  Yeah Em…that wowza of a man Dirk is talented with his hands…hehe

Em) *eyes glaze over* yeah...

Havan)  *starts playing with JR's hair…pulling hand back every time he reaches behind his head* Jade did it! *points to my left*

JR) *ducks head*

Jade) Havan! Nobody will believe you, you know! I'm supposed to be the calm one *grins* well, that's what they say anyway...

Em) *smacks Havan's hand* Quit that. 

Lee) *Frowns at Havan* behave. Quit teasing JR. 

Hank) And quit distracting the driver! If I have to turn this car around! *gasps, eyes wide* Oh my God.

JR) Yeah, still hot- all bossy and grouchy...

Havan)  *rubs hand pouting at Em and Lee…suddenly starts giggling*  soooooooo…got a riddle for you guys…what does Chicago, a bottle of wine and a sea mammal trainer all have in common? *grabs Jade's hand and kisses her palm* Anyone? Those three words and one brilliant JR is all you need to get the ball rolling on a freaking fantastic SO anniversary story!!!!

Hank) Those lucky sea mammals, they get all the hot trainers.

Lee)  I think all five parts are great.  I read everyone else's and really wasn't sure I could pull off a conclusion that would do the story justice!

Em) Following JR's kick-ass opening was hard, but it was fun to get to draw from something that I enjoyed so much. 

Hank) I had a good time picking it up where Em left off. I gotta tell you, oil rigs and mosh pits can make for some hot stuff!

JR) *wiggles in seat, squeezes legs together* Starting it off was hard! But with everyone's encouragement, I think it turned out great. Can't we stop?

Havan)  *tweaks Lee's cheek* It was fun setting it up for you to...um...finish it off Lee! hehe *reaches over Lee to play with the window*…it's hot in here…oh wait—that's just cuz I'm in the car with you guys…*giggles and rolls the window up and down and up and down*

Lee) Let's leave that down, shall we? The air might sober Havan up, and more importantly...No!  Havan! *sighs* Not all the way down.  It tangles my hair and it's a b***h to get combed.

Em) Hey Hank, you wanna put the window lock on? *smacks my muse's leg* Quit wiggling.

Hank) *singing* I wear my sunglasses at night... What? Oh, yeah. On it.

Havan)  *runs fingers through Lee's hair and sighs* My muse is sooooooo feisty *bats eyelashes and takes sip of coffee* huh? *tries to get lid off of cup* why did I get the childproof lid? *finally gets it off and peers into empty cup…eyes Lee's cup* Hey handsome…

Lee) Oh, hell no.  You aren't getting my coffee...for one thing, I think you may just have had enough, and for another- I need this to keep my stomach settled.

Em) Did someone say coffee? *wiggles own empty mug* JR, c'mon...can't you talk them into stopping for me?

JR) *rocking in seat* Either you pull over...or I'm not making promises - and you are sitting right here, Hank. 

Jade) Hank, please listen to our Goddess and make that stop. I need my cocoa!

Havan)  *taps Hank on the shoulder* Are we there yet? Do we have to abide by the buddy system again? Why can't I ever wander the store by myself? *pouts*

Hank) No we're not there yet, and, YES you have to have a buddy at all times. I'm not pitching in to pay for another three snow globes you just knew you could juggle.

Havan)  *giggles* Who knew juggling would be so darn tricky? *leans over and tickles Em's ear with finger* Jade did it! *points to left*

Jade) *sighs* sorry Em, I think Havan is a little overexcited today.

Em) S'okay, but I'm pretty sure we should stop, 'cause I ain't holding a bottle for him. 

Havan)  *eyes my yin* um…today? I can't wait until we tell DC how we are all posting our 'chapters' on the SO blog in 3 hour increments…our fans will get a complete story in just one day!!!! *bounces into Lee again and giggles*

Lee) *lurches into the window again*  

Havan)  I'm bored…Hank wanna play I spy with me again?

Hank) Sure! I spy someone who's being too loud and distracting in the backseat of the car. *raises eyebrows and looks into rear view mirror*

Havan)  Hey—Jade is being a perfect angel…*giggles* and it's not my fault! You guys wouldn't let me bring my road trip toys…*hears the giggling from the front seat*…Hey! Not those type of toys—Lee said I had to leave my bag back in the SO Room…btw—great job on detailing the SO Rover … you can't even see where I spilled my banana chocolate shake last time! *big grins*

Lee) I think, the bag is best at home.  God knows what you and DC would get up to with a whole bag of toys at your disposal. Now...shhh...why don't you close your eyes, listen to Corey Hart with us, and try to sleep.  We've got six hundred miles left to go on this trip.

Hank) Six hundred and twelve. *sighs*

Em) Yeah, that bag needed to stay...but I'm pretty sure I saw something in JR's bag when I snooped--I mean...erm...JR's always got something, I think. *ahem*

Havan)  *shoulder nudges Lee* I'll sleep if you will cuddle with me...hehe *puts head on his shoulder and starts fake snoring...REAL loud*

Hank) *hands spray bottle to JR* It's your turn to spritz Havan.

Em) Oh hell.

JR) Sweet! That'll make an empty bottle. *unscrews top, turns and dumps bottle of water on Havan's head* Oops! Sorry, H! *big grin*

Havan)  *sputters water...looks at my family...smiles big and shakes head really fast with long wet hair spraying everyone* We do excel with the whole wet theme... hehe *settles down between my yin and muse and sighs contently*  Might as well use this time to go over the notes Lee made for me *kisses my muse's shoulder*…okay - the can's and can't's that I'm allowed to discuss *pulls out list that muse wrote for me*:

§  I can talk about the new SO blog...and how it is gonna go live on January 30^th

§  I can't talk about any of the practical jokes that JR and I have pulled...or Jade and I...or Hank and I...*hangs head* or Em and I have pulled...you know--I'm starting to think you guys are a bad influence on me! *holds Lee's hand* see how I protected you Lee and didn't mention ALL the ones that you and I have done? *big smile*

§  I can tell how we are doing a superdy duper special A-day story that each of us wrote a chapter for...based on prompts from our significant others...or from our teenage kiddo who thinks she's in charge *heads back of Em's seat*

§  I can't talk about what I found in Hank's desk drawer the other day when I was looking for a pen...*prayer hands and bows to Hank* btw - Hank...very impressive and I do love you *winks*

§  I can talk about how we are gonna have kick assets prizes for all who leave comments...and that they can enter five times if they leave a comment on each chapter of the story

§  I can't talk about my dreams of starting a strip bowling night on hump day...*swings head to look at Lee* Hey! That's a great idea though! I even said we could use those bumper thingies if you wanted! *pouts*

And there you have it, just a nice leisurely day with the SO family. The SO Rover taking those twists and turns on that country road in harmony with the nature around it. But before we leave this quaint little scene, let it be known that we appreciate and thank DC Juris for being brave enough to allow us into his home, because the coffee and cocoa won't stop...and neither will we.

Please come visit us collectively on our Facebook page (SO blog to be unveiled 1/30/12)

Or individually you can find us here:

Em Woods

JR Boyd

Jade Baiser

Hank Edwards

Lee Brazil

Havan Fellows

And thank you for buckling up and keeping your hands and feet and bottoms in the vehicle at all time! *waves and honks*

I'm guesting at Simply Sexy Stories

Go check out my interview, and get a sneak peek at "Betrayed," which releases this Friday!

Check it out here

Friendly Friday - Featuring Sue Brown!

::claps hands and does happy dance:: I'm so pleased to bring you the very first Friendly Friday post, featuring the lovely Sue Brown!

My New Year’s Resolution

Hey Danny, as you are kind enough to let me go on your blog the first week of the New Year, I decided to offload my New Year’s resolutions on you, and do a bit of back-patting at the same time – not easy when you’re built like me.

Six months ago, I set myself a goal. I had to finish my three novels, Final Admission, Stolen Dreams and Morning Report, plus my novella The Layered Mask and short story, Racing Raindrops, and – deep breath – my university essays.

If I finished those, I would give myself a present, an iPhone. Well I finished the last one on December 16^th and today I played with the iPhone. Do I need it? No. Did it make it worth working 24/7 for several months? Hell yes. Especially as I got an advance to cushion the blow.

So this year I am going to do the same thing. I have several books planned for the next year which I have blogged about here, because if I don’t make it public I’ll never get them done. What do I deserve for finishing these books? Well, in all honesty, I think I deserve a holiday – a working holiday at least. I’d like to visit my friend, Tom Webb of A Bear on Books’ fame . We’ve promised ourselves a trip to GayRomLit in October. I live in the UK, so it will take a bit of planning, but I’m going to be there. I’ve got friends to meet and I have been promised by Tom and my friend Sharon, that they will feed me.

Sue likes writing. Sue does not like cooking. Can I cook? If I have to, with much sighing and pouting.

I’m going to start work soon, very soon. I suppose it doesn’t help that I have a severe case of writer’s block at the moment. Trying to drag a sentence out is a long and painful task. I have to get a move on though as I have a story due in by the end of January, and another one by the end of February. I must get started, I really must. Maybe, soon, when I’ve stopped playing with my new phone.

Sue’s Bio: Sue Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn't following their orders, she can be found at university listening to lecturers discuss long-dead theologians. In her head, however, she's plotting how to get her cowboys into bed together; she just hopes the lecturer doesn't ask her any questions.

Sue discovered M/M erotica at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favorite television series. The series was boring; the kissing was not. She may be late to the party, but she's made up for it since, writing fan fiction until she was brave enough to venture out into the world of original fiction.

Coming Soon: Light of Day published by Dreamspinner Press due to be published 1^st February 2012

Light of Day is the sequel to The Night Porter, from Dreamspinner Press.

The first time Max laid eyes on Robert Armitage, he knew exactly what he wanted to happen. But Max was just a night porter and Robert a guest at the hotel before his wedding, and Max knew even as they slept together that in the morning he’d have to send the groom on his way. Max’s heart was broken when Robert left, and so he ran home to Texas. When Robert’s marriage failed, Max waited for Robert to come looking for him, and waited….

A year later, Max’s dreams come true and Robert finds him, but there’s a catch, and Max has to decide if he wants Robert enough to be satisfied with hiding their relationship.

Excerpt:

MAX was convinced his shift would never end. By the time he finally got out of The Crescent Hotel, the London evening weather matched his mood. It was raining hard again, water seeping down the back of his neck. As Max trudged home, his mind wasn’t on the weather but the sight of Robert’s large frame walking out of the hotel room toward his future. A future that didn’t include Max. 

He stopped as he reached the top floor of his building. Robert was slumped on the floor, his back against the front door of the studio apartment. He was the last person Max expected to see, wet and shivering, on his doorstep. The man should be at his reception, celebrating his wedding to his beautiful bride, Evie. Robert’s eyes were closed and he didn’t seem to notice who was beside him until Max knelt down.

“Hey.” Max laid a hand on his arm, squeezing lightly.

Opening his eyes, Robert gave a wan smile when he saw Max kneeling beside him. “Hey.” He had aged five years since their confrontation that morning, his eyes bloodshot and swollen and his skin pale under his summer tan.

“Robert….” Max started to speak, wanting to know if Robert was here for him or here because he had nowhere else to go.

“Not now, Max, please? I’ve just dumped my fiancée at the altar with no real explanation. It’s been just about the shittiest day of my life. I need to sleep and I’d like to sleep with you, if you’ll let me?” He sounded so weary, his Texan accent deeper, and because Max was weak and stupid, he opened the door and let Robert back into his life.

They stripped off their clothes and climbed into the small bed, Max pulling Robert’s head down onto his chest, ignoring the fact that his long and straggly hair was still damp. Robert burrowed into him like he was trying to hide. Max stroked the long line of Robert’s back and kissed the top of his head.

Rain pattered down against the skylight, but Max felt warm and happy in his bed, even as quiet tears soaked into his skin. He tightened his hold on Robert and waited for the storm to pass.

Friday afternoon

“HEY, honey, do you want a soda?”

His mother’s musical voice penetrated his doze. Max dragged himself out of his stupor to answer, “No thanks, Mom,” and burrowed back down in the hammock, trying to recapture the dream again—the one where Robert had actually returned—instead of the reality. 

Reality was that, a year later, Max was back home in Dallas. Max had watched Robert walk out the door and known it was the last time he’d be in the same room as the young actor. Robert was the last man to take Max’s body and, worse, his heart, stomping on it as he ran to his little bride. The bastard had even gone one step further. He’d kissed Max as he’d left, a slow and tender kiss that promised Westley his Buttercup would wait for him instead of running off to marry another prince. Max shook his head. It wasn’t fucking fair. There was no coming back from a marriage. In fact, Max preferred they didn’t look back. At least he had nothing to hang onto then, no images to trouble his dreams. Once his favorite movie, now he hated The Princess Bride  for promising him a fairy tale that would never happen.

Reality was Max spending his Friday afternoon off in the hammock in his parents’ backyard. Max had been home just over a year and worked as a day manager at one of the anonymously boring, big-chain, midrange hotels in Dallas. Boring and generic the hotel might be, but Max actually liked his job. He’d been thinking of going back to study hotel management. The empathy that had proved his strength and downfall in London he channelled here into looking after the guests and staff, while keeping himself distant from the stream of good-looking men passing through his doors. He spent most of his time in his own apartment, but he couldn’t resist the occasional invitation from his mom to spend an afternoon snoozing in the backyard or the lure of a home-cooked dinner. 

Max closed his eyes and tried to recapture the dream. Reality was fucking shit.  

MAX saw Chris just before he left London. It took remarkably little time to hand in his notice and sublet his flat to one of the hotel staff. It was strictly against the terms of the lease, but Max’s landlord didn’t care as long as the rent was paid on time. He’d booked his flight to Dallas before he met Chris for coffee at their usual café. 

Chris glanced up at him from reading the newspaper as he slid into the booth they called “theirs.” The cracked and dirty plastic upholstery with the yellow foam exposed seemed almost like home away from home now. 

“Jesus, son, you look like shit.” 

“Why, thanks, Chris. You’re so good for my ego.” Max slumped down on the seat, looking for the waitress to take his order.

“He did a real number on you, didn’t he?” Chris looked angry.

Max was touched by his concern. “It was my own fault…,” he began.

He jumped as Chris slammed his fist down on the Formica table.

“Too fucking right it is! Are you a total fucking moron? What did I tell you? What were my rules?”

“‘Don’t look, don’t touch, and definitely don’t fondle the merchandise,’” Max quoted obediently.

“They were rules two, three, and four. What was rule number one?”

Max pressed his lips together. He wasn’t a fucking child, and he didn’t need to be pulled over Chris’s knee in public for a spanking.

“The first rule, Max. After the last fucking time you got yourself into this state? What was the first rule?”

“If they’ve got a dick, don’t offer them a seat in the cubbyhole.”

Chris tapped the table with his fingernail. “And what did you do?”

“Invited him into the cubbyhole.”

“And what did he have?”

“A big, thick dick. It was just a shame he didn’t get the chance to shove it into my cubbyhole.” Max said crudely, but he was unable to prevent the flush at the memory of exactly where he had shoved it. 

Rolling his eyes, Chris said, “And did you ask him before or after he checked in?”

Max glared at him. “It wasn’t like that. He asked for a drink.”

Chris sighed. “There’s a fucking bar, Max. Most people have a drink in the bar. You don’t have to fuck them all.”

“I didn’t, I don’t,” Max protested. But he had. He fucked Robert ’til the man was a boneless mess beneath him. He shivered.

“No?” Chris gave him the fish-eye. “Do you even bother to say hello? Or do you just go straight for the fucking?” His voice was rising and Max saw the couple in the next booth look over. 

“You wanna say that slightly louder, Chris? I don’t think my mom heard you.”

“Sorry.” But Chris didn’t sound sorry. He sounded pissed.

“Look, I’m sorry, I know I’m stupid to keep doing the same thing.”

Max stopped when his plate of eggs and bacon was put in front of him. Rosie, the elderly waitress, was the same one who had served them since they discovered the café in the railway arches.

She looked at him critically. “You look like death, luv. Been burning the candle at both ends, have we?”

He gave her a wan smile. “Something like that.”

“You need to find a nice boy of your own to settle down with,” Rosie told him.

Choking on his first mouthful of eggs, Max reached for his glass of water. Through the tears streaming from his eyes, he saw Chris cracking up.

“He’s not so good at understanding the part about finding a man of his own… Ow! Fuc….” Swallowing the curse, Chris clutched his bruised shin, newly decorated by the toe of Max’s sneakers.

Rosie patted Max on the shoulder and left them alone. 

Chris glared at Max. “That fucking hurt, dude.”

“Tough.” Max forked more eggs into his mouth. He swallowed and said, “I’m going back home.” When Chris didn’t say anything, Max looked up. “Say something.”

Shrugging, Chris pushed his empty plate away. “What is there to say? I think it’s a good thing.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh. You’re fucking up here, son. Go home. Screw up over there. Your mom can look after you instead.”

“You’re all heart,” Max said drily.

Chris’s face softened. “Go home, Max. Let your momma look after you and get some perspective. You’re an intelligent guy stuck in a dead-end job. That’s why you keep doing these stupid things. Go back to school and get a real degree. Do something with your life.”

Max grinned at him. “I’m gonna miss you, y’know?”

“Gonna miss you too, fucker.” Chris sat back, letting out a satisfied belch. “I’ve been thinking of going home too. It’s time I went somewhere that can cook a steak without incinerating it.”

“Thought you hated the thought of going back to Hicksville?”

“Yeah, well, America’s a big country. One or two places are even civilized; somewhere there must be a place for me. And at least they understand what I’m saying. I get sick of having to repeat myself to these hoity-toity nonces.” 

Laughing at Chris’s appalling upper-class English accent, Max picked up his empty coffee cup and waved it at Rosie. Today was a day for changes. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

Finally!

I have spent the past month working on promotions.  I have banged out 31 blog posts, 1 free read, and I have guest spots scheduled (and posts turned in) through August.

And now I can finally get back to writing. In about 15 minutes I'll be picking a WIP and starting on it.

:-D