Book of the Day: Grand Adventures

Grand Adventures

On September 1, 2011, TJ Klune wrote, “…it’s not about the ending, it’s about the journey…” in a review of Eric Arvin’s Woke Up in a Strange Place. With those words, two men began a journey of love and invited us to ride along. TJ and Eric have shared so much with us: their wonderful books, their smiles, their humor, their lives, and their inspiring devotion to each other. In December of 2013, their journey took a detour when Eric was taken to the emergency room. He survived the surgery to remove a cavernous hemangioma from his brain stem, but the challenges TJ and Eric face are far from over.

The authors in this anthology donated their talent as a way to support Eric’s continued recovery, to help bring strength to TJ, and to show both of them just how much love surrounds them. Grand Adventures is a diverse range of stories about the journey of love. We’re going on some grand adventures for a great cause. Thank you for joining us.

Foreword by S.A. McAuley
An Unexpected Thing by John Amory
The Twinkie Ignition by J.E. Birk
When Friendship Becomes More by Sophie Bonaste
Isle of Waiting by Sue Brown
The Jogger by KC Burn
Holding Court by Cardeno C.
For Dear Life by Mary Calmes
Under the Full Moon by Ellis Carrington
Stripped by Shae Connor (2nd Edition)
That Place Across the Hall by C.C. Dado
Mistaken MD by Phoenix Emrys
Cops and Comix by Rhys Ford
Last First Kiss by LE Franks
Tomorrow by John Goode
From Fantasy to Friends by CR Guiliano
Witness Protected by Dawn Kimberly Johnson
Water Under the Bridge by Mia Kerick
A Gentle Shove of Human Kindness by Amy Lane
Air (Roads #1.75 million) by Garrett Leigh
An Atheist and a Yoga Instructor Walk into a Bar by Rowan McAllister
Stalking 101 by Moria McCain
Simple Desires by Tempeste O’Riley
Object of Care by Zahra Owens
Kid Confusion by Madison Parker
Fall Train by Jaime Samms
The Exhibition by Andrea Speed
What You Will by Tinnean
Prologue by Brandon Witt

One hundred percent of the income from this volume goes directly to TJ and Eric.

Lisa Worrall Day: Left at the Crossroads – or is that Intersection?

Sue Brown and I have been friends for years and she said to me one day, “Wanna write a series set in the quintessential English village?” Well, words to that effect, it was more like, “Oi, you, we’re writing a series.” But I digress. I readily agreed (it was the threat of violence but sssh don’t tell I told you) and after a long ten minute discussion we decided we would write six books in the series which would be called Left at the Crossroads. And, instead of writing a chapter each as most writing couples do, we decided to write a book each wherein the next book’s characters would be introduced at some point… it all sounded a lot less complicated in my head! Anyhoo, the whole point of that ramble will become clear.

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I have to confess I usually write more books in US English, than in UK English. Why? Dunno really, probably because I had my start in the Supernatural fandom so the more Americanised way of writing became the norm for me. However, as you know, my lovelies – I am English, born and bred, and an Essex girl to boot so really English, and it’s a lot more difficult to switch from one vernacular to the other.

In my first novels my publishers were pointing out my Briticisms, and now my editor sometimes points out my Americanisms, so it’s a very fine line to remember which head you have on. And while I wrote Un-Expected which is the first book in the series, I had to keep telling myself I was English, the characters were English and the village they lived in was in England, so it was alright to use words like car-park, lift, pavement, wally and arsehole instead of parking-lot, elevator, sidewalk, idiot and asshole.

Then there are the words that don’t cross the divide and translate from one into the other. I know one of my writing pals had a problem with her very English story and the fact that a US reader didn’t understand the word ‘locum’… which in itself is weird ‘cause I’m pretty sure locum in the UK means exactly the same as locum in the US, but that’s another blog post entirely!

Also, not that there is anything wrong with the American sense of humour/humor, but something someone living in the UK would understand and find funny, doesn’t necessarily get the same reaction from a US reader. For example, I was telling a US friend the story of how my boss used to forget something from home every day and his wife would bring it in and one day she said to me, “That man would forget his balls if they weren’t in a bag.” I cracked up and my friend just stared at me and said… “I don’t get it.” As I said, it’s a very thin line between understanding and the penny dropping. Good grief it took me ten minutes to get the joke Lee Mack (english comedian) told that had my friend laughing like a drain. “I used to be a freelance journalist, I was crap, Lance is still in jail.”

So you see, you don’t have to be English to understand English humour, lol! Hopefully Un-Expected will make both sides of the pond smile and laugh… and maybe cry in the right places, too!

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Don’t forget the giveaway here.


Internet links for Lisa

Twitter: @Lisa_Worrall



Lisa Worrall Day: Blogs of Interest – How To Legitimately Steal a Book – Buy it from Amazon!

Lisa Worrall, fabulous author, editor and one of my best friends, was the very first author I interviewed for ukgayromance, and as it is almost our anniversary, I thought it was time to have her back for the day. I declare today Lisa Worrall day.

One of the downsides to self-publishing with Amazon is eloquently discussed by Lisa.

There has been a great hoohah in the press lately about the type of self-published books Amazon are allowing to be sold on their website. This has resulted in some online stores removing self-published titles with what they consider inappropriate covers, or content as suggested by the blurb. Basically censorship and denying the reader the ability to have the brains enough to read what they want.


The rest of the blog is here.


Lisa Worrall Day: Giveaway

Lisa Worrall, fabulous author, editor and one of my best friends, was the very first author I interviewed for ukgayromance, and as it is almost our anniversary, I thought it was time to have her back for the day. I declare today Lisa Worrall day.

We are offering a giveaway of one of Lisa’s books published by White Stiletto Press. Your choice which goodie you pick. Tell me your favourite Lisa book on this post to enter the giveaway. Please leave your choice of book and email. Some examples of her books are below. We will pick the giveaway at midday 31st March (BST).






Lisa Worrall Day: Book of the Day – Un-Expected

Lisa Worrall, fabulous author, editor and one of my best friends, was the very first author I interviewed for ukgayromance, and as it is almost our anniversary, I thought it was time to have her back for the day. I declare today Lisa Worrall day.

We’ll start with our Book of the Day post and I love Lisa’s latest book, Un-Expected.

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Left at the Crossroads: Un-Expected All Romance eBooks

Little Mowbury is a sleepy English village deep in the Cotswolds. The kind of village where you’re only a local if your lineage can be traced back to the dinosaurs. Where you can find everything in the single shop from morning newspapers to dry-cleaning, and getting your shoes mended. And, of course, where everybody knows everybody else’s business. It’s easy to find… you can’t miss it… just ask anyone and they’ll tell you… “It’s left at the crossroads.”

After being dumped on graduation day by the love of his life, Harry Boyd, Micah Lewis returned to the sleepy village he grew up in. Living next door to his mother wasn’t his best idea, granted, but when your heart was broken, there really was no place like home.

Six years later, secure and content in his job as midwife for a local birthing centre, the last person he expected to move into Lilac Cottage across the street from him was Harry Boyd. Seeing Harry again sends Micah into a tailspin and opens wounds he thought had long since healed. Although, Harry himself isn’t the only issue Micah has to face. That would be Harry’s very beautiful and very pregnant partner, Selena. But is everything as it seems?

Author Bio

Thank you for reading and taking the time to review and/or rate. It’s jaw-dropping to me that you would do either. I feel a bit like Sally Field in her famous Oscar speech “You like me – you actually like me”

I live in a small seaside town just outside London, on the South Coast of England that boasts the longest pier in the world; where I am ordered around by two precocious children and a dog who thinks she’s the boss of me. 

I’ve been writing seriously for three years now and love giving voice to the characters warring to be heard in my head, and am currently petitioning for more hours in the day, because I never seem to have enough of them.

I like nothing more than bringing together two people in interesting and sometimes bizarre ways, and hope that the readers enjoy the characters’ journey as much as they and I do.

Internet links for Lisa

Twitter: @Lisa_Worrall


Chapter 1

Micah’s pulse raced. This was it. A million thoughts flew through his mind, too fast for him to latch onto a single one. He swallowed hard as a fresh spurt of blood covered his fingertips. Glancing up at the pale face, etched in a mask of agony, frightened blue eyes staring back at him, he summoned up what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “It’s okay,” he said softly, reaching up to squeeze limp fingers. “Stay with me. We’re gonna do this together. You and me.”
“You said… it would be… walk in the park.”
“Well… more like a brisk jog,” Micah grinned.
“That’s it, get pissed off,” he encouraged, not batting an eye as he lifted his best friend’s bare foot onto his shoulder. If he had time to think about it, he might have considered it quite bizarre that he was seeing quite so much of said best friend, but he was far too busy trying to deliver her baby to think about anything else. Micah swept two fingers around the perineum as another contraction hit and the baby’s head crowned for the third time. “Another push, Sarah and we’ll have the head. Bear down and we can meet this beautiful boy.”
“I can’t do it.”
“Are you kidding me?” Micah scoffed as Sarah’s body ignored her protestations and concentrated on the job it was made to do. “You are doing it. Bear down, that’s it… keep it coming…” The contraction slowly receded and he gave her thigh an encouraging squeeze. “Fantastic job, darlin’. One more and we’ll be singing happy birthday, won’t we, Dad?”
“The only thing he’ll be singing is soprano,” Sarah panted as she flopped back onto the pillow. “You touch me again and I’ll cut your dick off!”
Micah bit back his snort of laughter at the understanding nod from Gary, Sarah’s adoring husband, as he smoothed her hair off her sweat-dampened forehead. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard something along those lines and he was more than certain it wouldn’t be the last. He was also fairly sure that in a couple of years Sarah would be saying the same thing again. Sarah’s belly hardened beneath his hand and he looked at the monitor as the contraction began to build strength. The baby’s heartbeat started to climb, which was perfectly normal. This was it. He felt that familiar frisson of excitement flow through him and he moistened his lips. “Okay, Sarah,” he said briskly. “I know you’re tired, but we’re nearly there. Deep breath in and push!”
He kept up a steady stream of encouragement, and whooped when the baby’s head didn’t slip back down the birth canal after the next contraction. Then the head was delivered to a resounding scream from Sarah. “Sarah, honey, stop pushing. I don’t want you to tear,” Micah instructed firmly. “I need you to listen to my voice. I want you to pant, and with the next contraction we’ll have a baby.”
“I can’t… I changed my mind.”
“Probably should have thought of that before you had that early night, Webb,” Micah shot back. The next contraction began almost straight away and Micah briefly gripped Sarah’s knee. “This is it, baby. I want little pushes while I ease him out. That’s it… another one… fantastic, honey. Blow your breath out. Think about all the blow jobs you gave behind 4C… yes… just like that….” Micah let out another yell as two shoulders slipped easily into the world followed by the rest of Sarah and Gary’s baby boy, his Godson.
Once the cord had stopped pulsing Micah clamped it and held the scissors out to Gary. “Come on, Daddy. I’ve done my part…” Gary was in a state of euphoric shock. Micah had to steady his hand as the other man cut the cord in between the clamps, and Baby Boy Webb was on his own. Micah rose with the baby in his arms and placed him on Sarah’s breast, not quite being able to join in the celebration; he wasn’t done yet.
While Sarah and Gary laughed, cried and stared in exhausted amazement at their new son, Micah efficiently drew the Pitocin into a syringe and injected it into Sarah’s thigh. Not that she noticed. He shook his head with a soft smile as he placed his hand on her abdomen, waiting for the injection to take effect. In the five years he’d been one of the midwives here at Cherry Tree Birthing Centre, he didn’t think any woman had ever paid attention when he’d administered the drug designed to deliver the placenta.
Thankfully the final stage of labour didn’t take long, and within twenty minutes he had weighed and discarded the disc-like placenta after checking it was intact. Turning back to Sarah, he surveyed his handiwork.
“You can stop staring at my girl parts now,” Sarah said sarcastically. “You’re done down that end… get your arse further north.”
“Sorry,” Micah said with a wide grin. “But I’m damn good. Not a single tear. Actually, if it weren’t for the fact that you shit yourself, you would never know you just had a baby.”
“You are seriously disturbed,” Sarah shook her head and gazed back down at her son. “If Uncle Micah ever tries to tell you the story of your birth, kick him in the shins and run like hell. Mummy would like to try and retain a little dignity.”
“Don’t listen to her,” Micah cooed, gently lifting the baby from Sarah’s arms. “We are going to have some serious fun, little man. I’m going to teach you all the ways to make your mummy get that crinkle above her nose when she’s piss—sorry—ticked off. I’m also going to fill you full of E-numbers, additives and preservatives, then send you home to your parents. It’s my job, no matter what Mummy says. It’s on page one of the Uncle Handbook. Right there with getting you your first lap dance when you’re twenty-one.”
“He’s ten minutes old, Lewis,” Sarah griped. “Don’t start corrupting him already.”
Micah chuckled softly as he gently lowered the baby into the scales. He made a note of his weight before measuring his length and his head. He completed all the tests he needed to do and updated his notes, then quickly administered the vitamin K injection, mumbling soothing noises as the baby let out a wail. With practiced ease, he fastened a nappy, and dressed the tiny boy in a vest and a baby-gro before wrapping him in the blanket Gary handed him. Picking the baby up, he dropped a gentle kiss on his soft skin and then placed him in his father’s arms. He settled himself in the chair in the corner and proceeded to finish the rest of his notes, allowing Sarah and Gary some alone time with their new son.
Watching the way Sarah stared in stunned awe at the baby had Micah swallowing past the lump in his throat. She was a year older than him, and she and Gary had already been trying for three years before they moved back to the tiny village where Sarah and Micah had grown up. That had been four years ago, so it had been seven years of miscarriages and three costly IVF treatments before they were able to see the beautiful puffy little face now yawning up at them.
“Look at him,” Gary grinned happily. “You’d think he’d done all the work. Who does he look like?”
“You,” Sarah replied immediately. “Poor little sod… and my dad.”
“He looks like Winston Churchill,” Micah piped up, not lifting his gaze from his notes. “All babies look like Winston Churchill… it’s the law.”
“You’re a knob, Micah,” Sarah shot back. “I’m going to rescind the Godfather invitation if you’re not careful.”
Micah closed her file and slipped his pen into the top pocket of his scrubs. Standing up he walked over to the bed and stroked a gentle finger over the baby’s downy cheek. “You can’t. I have to have some kind of reward for wiping your arse.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead softly. “He is eight and half pounds of perfect, Sare. You did good.” Raising an eyebrow he tilted his head as he gazed down at the little boy he was planning to spoil within an inch of his life. “Are you seriously going to saddle him with,” he faked a shudder, “that name?”
“It was my father’s name,” Gary said firmly. “And his father’s name before him. It’s tradition.”
“Then why is your name Gary?” Micah reasoned. “Doesn’t it tell you something when your own mother refused to carry on the tradition? How can you do it to him? He’s going to get his arse severely kicked his entire life.”
“Shut up the two of you,” Sarah sighed heavily with a roll of her eyes. “Micah, get over it. We like it, it’s cute. Now hold your Godson… Algernon Micah Webb.”
Supporting the baby’s head in the crook of his elbow, Micah kissed him softly. “Don’t worry, Algie. When you’re eighteen I’ll pay for you to get it changed.”

Congratulations to England & Wales celebrating marriage


UK Gay Romance sends its congratulations to everyone who can now marry their partners, a long and happy marriage to those who tied the knot last night and have a fabulous wedding to everyone having a ceremony today.

The Rainbow flag flies over Whitehall for the first time.

Chris Jepson’s amazing photo at G-A-Y Heaven.

Because we can’t forget the ladies.

Because we do.

From the BBC article Peter Tatchell (left) was chief witness at Peter McGraith and David Cabreza’s wedding in Islington

What a lovely couple! In Brighton, Andrew Wale and Neil Allard were among the first gay couples to get married after midnight

Says it all

Well done Ben & Jerry’s.

Because you’ve got to have kissing (in Camden).

Authors – we have got to get this day into our books.