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Friday, September 11, 2015

Go-Go Boys of Club 21 by @Cameron_D_James ~ Release Blitz, Guest Post and #Rafflecopter #Giveaway

Go-Go Boys of Club 21
by
Cameron D. James

Blurb:

Club 21 is known across New York City for having the hottest go-go boys. They groove to the beat, fuel fantasies, and leave you begging for more.

Liam is one of those premiere go-go boys, but even though he's living the life he's dreamed about, he feels something is missing. And he might have found that something when he gets into a whirlwind romance with a former porn star.

Lance is the newest go-go boy. He took the job because he's infatuated with Liam and hoping for a chance to get to know him better, but only gets a broken heart as he watches Liam chase some guy he barely knows. As Lance pushes to get closer to Liam, he only pushes him further away.

As the beat goes on and the tempo changes, will Lance be able to win the man of his dreams? Or will Liam forever go off in search of new excitement?

Originally released as five separate stories, this volume at last collect the Go-Go Boys of Club 21 into one hot volume.


The Journey of Self-Publishing

Go-Go Boys of Club 21: The Complete Series is my latest self-published project.  Over the years I’ve had a mix of small-house published books and self-published books, and while each method has its challenges and rewards, I think many people don’t realize quite how much work goes into self-publishing a book.  When a book is published by a house, whether it be a small independent press or a major company, the publisher does a lot of work behind the scenes.  For people who choose to self-publish, they need to do all that work themselves.

The biggest is editing.  All writers need an editor, no matter how good they are.  An editor is an objective set of eyes that is able to read your book for clarity, pace, content, development, and more.  Anyone who is too close to the work (particularly the author), reads the book with rose-coloured glasses and isn’t able to catch as much as an editor.  For an indie author, they need to hire the editor themselves or find a professional, trusted colleagues to do it for them.

Then there’s the layout.  The book has to look as perfect as possible on a whole range of devices, so the author must make sure all the chapters and paragraphs are formatted properly, the table of contents is set up and linkable, and the copyright info is written and formatted properly.  Unfortunately, I’ve seen this go awry with some self-published works.  I’m sure it looked fine on the author’s computer, but when opened on my phone or my ereader, the formatting went wonky and made the book virtually unreadable.

The cover needs to be hot.  Unless the author is skilled in Photoshop, a self-made cover is generally not a good idea.  I suck at Photoshop and if I were to make a cover, it would be plain as day that I’m an uneducated amateur.  Thankfully, I have an artist friend who is skilled in Photoshop and is eager to make covers for me.  But for authors who don’t have such a friend, buying a pre-made cover from a website that specializes in such is probably a far better idea than attempting to do the job themselves.

And if the author wants to self-publish in print, that requires re-doing almost everything for that different medium.  Print requires a far different set-up and layout, as well as a whole new cover.

After that, there’s the steps of loading it on the vendor websites, PR and marketing, and monitoring sales reports.

Essentially, a professional publishing house has a team of professionals that do a lot of work for the author.  In a self-publishing situation, the author needs to create such a team for themselves.  It can be very expensive, but it can also be very rewarding.  Having published through a house and on my own, I can tell you hands down that I prefer self-publishing for the control it allows me – and for the immense sense of accomplishment that I feel when a project is done.

Go-Go Boys of Club 21: The Complete Series took about a year, start to finish, to write, edit, design, and publish.  The product might’ve been a bit different through a house, not necessarily better or worse, but having done it myself and now holding the print copy in my hands, I’m filled with a sense of accomplishment.  And that makes the expensive and sometimes painful journey worth it. 

Excerpt: 

Go-Go Boys of Club 21: The Complete Series

We’re the go-go boys of Club 21. We dance, we fuel fantasies, and we give ourselves to the beat. We bump, we grind, and before each shift we have a jerk off competition; the order in which we come determines who gets the most desirable dance platform.

Normally, I shoot first, earning me the prime spot by the DJ. Ken usually comes shortly after me; he claims I get him excited. Lance, our new guy, he’s always last and ends up with the crappy spot by the pool tables.

Today, I decided to try something different—a strategy, if you will—to teach Lance an important lesson about being a go-go boy. I yanked down the front of my shorts and let my cock hang out, then grabbed it in my fist, stroking up and down the shaft. In front of me, Liam and Ken stood with their shorts tucked under their balls as they pumped with vigor.

I held back, loosening my grip just a bit, but still keeping it tight enough to stay hard and throbbing. I grunted and faked an impending climax, hoping it would give the other guys incentive to rush to completion.

The faking worked. Ken groaned and numerous rockets of hot, white cum launched from his cock. His load splattered on the tiled floor, like some abstract painter’s creation, a wad of it dropping on my toes.

“Sorry, Liam,” Ken said as he came down from that high of orgasm. I doubted Ken was actually sorry—he was definitely the bad boy of our trio. He drank, partied, and had a high-octane sex drive.

I looked at the cum on my feet and then winked at him. “Ken, you sick fucker. You can lick it off.”

He stuck his tongue out at me, then crossed his arms and watched Lance and I battle to the finish. I kept stroking, making my effort look convincing. Lance fixed me with his usual cocky stare. Lust glazed his eyes too, no doubt fuelled by the actions of his fist.

“Uhhh...” Lance groaned as his cock fired off a dozen good bullets of cum, showering across the diamond-tile floor. Fuck, he could shoot a mean load.

Lance had joined us three weeks ago and I didn’t know too much about him. He was a quiet jock, a much better fit than Aaron, the airhead twink who he’d replaced. Having a jock in our small group was good for bringing in more customers. Ken and I were well-toned and we all had boyish charm—it was part of the job, after all—but Lance’s body was hard and toned, and packed with an impressive array of muscle. And boy, could he dance.

I didn’t realize I’d stopped stroking until Ken said, “You planning on coming?”

I shrugged, letting go of my cock. “I don’t think it’s happening tonight...probably shouldn’t have tugged it this afternoon.”

Ken snorted. “Whatever.” He swiped a bead of cum from his dick and licked it off, then tugged up his shorts and headed to the staff bathroom to grab paper towels.

Lance and I pulled up our shorts too. I smiled at him, trying to give my best look of sheepish defeat.

“That was on purpose, wasn’t it?” He asked.

I leaned in close to him. “Yeah. Now, why do you think I did it?”

“Hmm...are you trying to teach me another one of your go-go boy secrets?”

I grabbed my thick bulge and gave it a shake for him. “See this?”

Lance looked down at my basket and bit his lip, then reached in his shorts and adjusted himself. “Mmm. I get it. Don’t come so you’ve got a bigger bulge.”

“The bigger the bulge, the bigger the tips, no matter where you dance. I’ll prove it to you. I plan to make a killing tonight. Tomorrow, you can try and do the same. I bet you’ll make more than your usual thirty-seven bucks.”

Ken came back with the paper towels and started wiping up the cum. He paused and looked up at us. I think he knew we had cut off a conversation upon his return. “Boys?”

I looked at Lance—he would keep a straight face if I lied. “We’re talking about bulges,” I said.

A wicked grin crossed Ken’s lips as he wiped more cum up from the floor, then from my foot. “Bulges are one of my favorite things to talk about.” He tossed the paper towels in the wastebasket. “Are we talking about a particular bulge?”

Lance looked as if he’d been caught red-handed with porn. “Liam’s.”

“Oh...in that case, that’s definitely a bulge I like.” Ken grabbed the front of my tight shorts, groping my cock and balls.

I swatted his hand away. “No touching unless you’re tipping. You know the rules.”

Ken laughed and swiftly turned around. He slapped my ass as he passed me. “I like your butt better than your bulge, anyway.” 

Buy Links:

For links to other retailers, please visit my website here: http://camerondjames.com/books/Go-Go_Boys.html

Author Bio and Social Media Links

Cameron D. James is a life-long lover of books, voraciously reading everything from the classics to sci-fi, romance to science and nature, and thrillers to erotica. Understandably, a love of books led to a love of writing, having penned his first story in grade seven (about stolen baseball cards). Having written millions of words by now, Cameron now focusses on one of his favourite genres — gay erotica.

Cameron is a fan of Star Trek, having seen every episode of every series (including the animated series) and every movie at least twice. In addition to Star Trek, Cameron also loves physical exercise and seeing how far he can push his body. He’s taken kickboxing, Bikram hot yoga (that’s the super hot and tough one), diving, personal training at the gym, and likes his regular Wii workouts (seriously, they’re a lot more intense than they look).

Other interests include listening to electronica music (particularly Armin Van Buuren), puttering around the house (and attempting to grow a garden), and gawking at cute twink baristas at the various coffee shops where’s he’s such a regular that he’s known by first name.


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Monday, September 7, 2015

The Architect by C.A. Bell @cbellAtrix09 ~ Guest Post, Release Blitz and Rafflecopter #Giveaway

The Architect
by
C.A. Bell



Guest post

Okay here we go, first guest post ever! Actually first post whatsoever apart from the odd Facebook status and tweet.
First off, thank you for having me and I hope you will follow me on my blog tour until the end of the week. Tomorrow I will be at http://eroticaforall.co.uk/ so I hope you drop by to check out what else I have to say.
I started writing this book about five years ago, so as you can imagine I’m pretty thrilled to finally see it out there in the book world. And no, it didn’t take me five years to write it. I wrote the first chapter five years ago and never touched it again until last year when I finally got my head back into it, and decided to chase my dream of becoming an author.
So, I guess you want to know a bit about my new release huh?
Well, inside the cover of The Architect we follow Ruth, a broken, independent, social loner, on her journey into a new world. A world filled with lust, intrigue and sex. And yes, this is all down to Heath Berkley. The moment he steps into Ruth’s life she suddenly becomes alive and starts to heal from her past as they explore sides of intimacy that she has never experienced. But with all highs comes a low, and that low is George Randall, the owner of a fetish nightclub. After invading her privacy and finding Ruth’s email address on the computer system George begins to pursue her. Flirting back with him and arranging a date in an envious attack on Heath one night, her childish ways soon come to bite her on the backside and fuel revenge when George and his true identity are revealed.

Excerpt

Pushing open the glass door, I step into a dark corridor and hear muffled music. Reaching the end of the walkway, I see two women dressed in long leather dresses. They have short black spiky hair, and are talking to who must be the receptionist. I stand behind them and wait.
The woman on the left of the duo turns, gives me the once over, and smiles. “Here for the dungeons?”
I swallow hard. “No. I-I’m just here to watch.” As soon as I finish the sentence I know how it must have sounded and cringe inside.
“Really? Well, we’ll be there if you fancy it.” The woman winks, and her friend turns around and smiles at me. Then they both thank the guy behind the desk and head through the black swing doors to the left.
“Can I help?” the guy asks, as I stand here gobsmacked at the proposition, and trying to sneak a peek of what’s behind the dark doors.
Stepping forward, I place my hands on the cream counter. “Yes. Umm...” I bite my lip, not knowing what to say. “It’s my first time here, and I’m not sure what I’m meant to do, really.”
He smiles and lifts his pierced eyebrows at me. “That’s fine, I’ll talk you through it. But first you will need to become a member. So can I have your name, please?”
“Yes, it’s Ruth.”
“And your surname?”
Grudgingly I tell him, “Watson.”
He requests my phone number, which I make up, and then my address, which I also make up. My email and age I give truthfully.
“There we are.” He clicks the computer mouse. “All done.”
I feel a little guilty that I’ve just deceived him, but I reply with a chirpy thank you so he won’t suspect.
“Oh.” He looks curiously at his screen. “It says here you have already paid.”
I beam after a few seconds. “It must have been the man I’m meeting here.”
He rubs his chin. “Ah yes, I remember. Tall guy, well-spoken?”
The area between my legs warms. “That’s him.”
“Okay.” He pulls out a leaflet and turns it to favour me. “All areas are open to everybody.” He points to them on the flier before continuing. “There is only one real rule, and that is, no means no.”
Blurb
A one night stand? Not if you arrange to have another.
When Ruth Watson finally decides to break her depressive state of singleness and get back out on the social scene, the last thing she expects to happen is meet Mr Right and share a moment of passion in the middle of the buzzing city… But she does.
After meeting Heath Berkley on her first venture out after two years of hermit like existence, Ruth’s life suddenly becomes exciting for the first time. As their meetings become more frequent, and their love affair blossoms, a common interest between the pair is found.
Agreeing to explore their unveiled kinkier sides while Heath is in town on business, Ruth finds herself rapidly slipping under his spell and craving more of him.
But when their journey into the darker side introduces them to George Randall, things take a sinister turn, and when his true identity is revealed, Ruth has a hunger for revenge.
Knowing there is only one place she wants to be, Ruth follows Heath’s disciplinary hand to the Highlands of Scotland, in hope that his healing arms will squeeze the pain and devious thoughts away. At least until she has to return to London.

Buy links
All Romance eBooks: http://bit.ly/1hJtYW5

Author bio
C.A.Bell was born and raised on the outskirts of London, England, but for the past three years has resided in a much more rural town of Shropshire, where she and her husband married and made a home.
C.A.Bell is currently working on her second book to follow The Architect, and aspires to be a well-known full-time author.

@cbellAtrix09

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