Defying Description

New Release: Divinity!

2011-11-12T10:44:00.001-05:00

Divinity was made available last night at midnight! Very excited about it. Those who've pre-ordered, you should be able to download it now. Those of you who haven't ordered your copy, go for it! Enjoy!

When your best isn't good enough

2011-08-17T07:50:00.000-04:00

Moral of this story: Do never, in no way, ever, mess with my kids.

Go ahead, jump to conclusions, but I'll bet you'll empathize once I tell you what my son went through yesterday.

**Today, I'm not posting about books or writing or sex or anything close to self promotion. No eye candy. No sarcasm or any of my awesome wit, no. Today, I'm speaking from a place I seldom go for fear of my own passion. Just thought I'd throw in that disclaimer before I get started.

Yesterday was my sons' first day of school this year. Huge change for all of us: one in elementary and now one in middle school. That means both are alone each day, all day, in a brand new school that no one, not even the teachers are familiar with, and of course, different bus schedules for each kid. Gotta grow up some time, right?

So, the eleven year old is a little nervous with all the "newness". Understandable. I agree to meet the bus driver with him, find out his new schedule, maybe ease his mind a touch on his first day of school. Just great: We discover we have a new bus driver too!

Here's the conversation that took place:

"Morning. What time do you think you'll be back this way for the middle schoolers?"

"I dunno, it's my first day."

(Now, we live two miles from elementary school this driver is taking kids to first. Ours is the next to last stop on her route. I'm mentally calculating what I believe is a fair time, but I don't know what time the kids are supposed to be to school, maybe this driver has time to stop for breakfast? I don't know all the factors, so I ask. Again. A little more informed this time.)

"I understand it's your first day." [insert phony smile] "The school's two miles away, we're almost the last stop; Can you give me a rough estimate maybe? Maybe fifteen minutes, twenty? Half an hour? An hour?"

"I don't know! It's my first day!!!"

I felt my eyes go wide, heard in a very stressed voice inside my head "O....K....," and I turned around with a curt thanks [for nothing], determined to come home, call transportation, and get this incompetent a**hat wrote up.

I mean, c'mon, MY kids are on 'your' bus... I want to be sure 'you' can be trusted with my most valued things in my life, and all 'you' show me is that 'you' can't control your temper FIRST THING IN THE MORNING? What's the rest of the day going to be like for this person? My only thought.

We notice one of my son's friends waiting for the same bus, so I let him go and wait with his friend while I drive back up the hill to call.

No surprise here: transportation isn't answering the phones... Typical. I vow not to give up until they've heard about one of their driver's incompetence in handling both her job and the customer, moi, and my most precious cargo...

Suddenly, our dog raises hell...I look out the window to see my son tearing up the driveway. "What the hell's goin' on?"

Winded, he braces his knees [we live 1/4 mile off hwy]. "She left us... She drove right by, turned, and went toward the school!"

Murderous intention danced like sugarplums across my mind. You What? You left my kid? Like hell!

Needless to say, I floored it all the way to school, got him there in thirty minutes, got back home, made up my mind to put phone on rapid dial until I got through to transportation.

Nothing.

Transportation didn't pick up their phone, not once all day! [You can bet your sweet a** I'll be on that phone all day today also]

But the fun doesn't end here.

Oh, no.

My youngest calls me at work--at 5:22 pm-- "Have you heard from--?"

WHAT? "He's not home?!"

Ok. Quick brain calculation again... 1. driver's incompetent; 2. driver's got an attitude problem; 3. driver doesn't know her route; 4. driver would rather get angry than find solution = son will be late getting home. I figure about an hour, maybe a little longer.

He got out of school at 3:30!

The rest of my afternoon was consumed with panic, swearing--LOTS of swearing, walking out at work [literally, just walked out the doors, hopped in my Jeep, peeled out of the lot], driving across town to a school I expect to find completely dark at 5:30 at night, found a most gracious and most helpful vice principal in a lone little office off Administration, who was a true people person and dropped all her responsibilities and tried everything in her power to help me find my son... and a brief loss of hope when even she could not get a hold of transportation and I was going to have to jet across town the other direction to get there before they locked up for the night and the whole time HOPE my son was still on the bus?

I called home one last time.

My son picked up the phone. "I'm home finally. Got here at 5:44."

I couldn't speak much; think I got out a "good, love you," and a "bye."

Neither my son nor I will go through this again. Ever.

I'll be back on that phone today, but I won't mess with calling transportation, no. You had your chance to satisfy this "customer" and failed. I'll be on the phone to the district superintendent, and I won't stop until I get the results I seek. I'm sorry for your shiny new bus on your shiny new route and your shiny new job, Ms. incompetent bus driver, but when it comes to MY kids, your best wasn't good enough.

Bryl R. Tyne is a wrangler by nature and a writer by choice, published with Noble Romance Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Dreamspinner Press, STARbooks Press, Untreed Reads Publishing, Changeling Press, and Amber Quill Press. Check out Bryl's bi-monthly column: My Way Find out more about the author at: bryltyne.com

This post is X-posted to Bryl R Tyne's Blog and The Rainbow Studio.

HOT SUMMER DAYS for m/m romance readers

2011-07-20T08:27:00.002-04:00

So over on Goodreads, I am a member of a readers/authors group, a private group specifically made for those who enjoy m/m romance, aptly called "M/M Romance". The mods of the 3000+ member group got together and come up with a Hot Summer Days contest where members could write an open letter to the authors on the group requesting a story centered around one of their fave erotic photos the group has in a folder. They could even set up the scenario if so desired. The stories are being put up on the group daily since July 1 and by the time they're all posted, the combined word count will come close to 1 million words. Afterward, the stories will be combined into one anthology and made available for FREE.

I accepted reader Jacqueline's challenge to write a story based on this photo and with the instruction "...this man is his muse" and qualifications: HEA and more story over sex.

Here's a snippet of my story:

Tags: short story, deaf, m/m, gay fiction, gay romance, fantasy, anthology

Genres: Fantasy

Content Alerts: N/A

Alipio by Bryl R. Tyne

(He who suffering does not affect)

For Jacqueline

Blurb: Incapable of wooing this man, I stand in awe of his presence, hoping to one day carry myself half as regally, for he has the self-worth of a majestic oak, the harmlessness of a feather, and the heart of a lion. His name is Alipio...and I am hopelessly in love.

Excerpt: Alipio. Every Tuesday afternoon since that first day, his name had rolled off the walls of my mind, blanketing me in peace, guiding my artist's hand. His master called him Alipio. I called him perfect.

No god possessed finer lines...or eyes more soulful.

I was sure of my assessment too as I strained the edge of my charcoal, and felt the energy transfer from Alipio's stare into my own. My left shoulder tensed, tapping that power, feeding it along my arm to fuel the creativity of my hand as it moved in sweeping motions across the canvas.

Coming to myself minutes later, I stepped back from my work in progress, looked toward the front of the room. Alipio remained motionless upon the ladder. I caught the briefest flicker in his irises, and his sure but questioning gaze met mine as if to ask, "Is it done?"

I dropped my stare to my canvas. What I saw there fed my insatiable thoughts of inadequacy. No, I was far from finished...and from the rough lines that I'd gone over at least a hundred times and still not gotten right, I determined the drawing would never be. Surely, my hands could never do justice to one as fine as Alipio. Heat drew my attention upward, my own or the burn of another's stare, back to the face of my muse. Jaw tense on that face of stone, I noted one corner of his perfect mouth crook higher, by just a touch...a smile meant just for me. Cool air from the studio's one open window crept across the back of my sweat-dampened shirt. I shivered, wondering what his master would do to him if he discovered Alipio's unfaithfulness. It was then I realized that I would never be happy until I had Alipio for my own.

I'd been in the market for a new slave for some time, give or take a couple of years. For the longest time, none had satisfied me enough to lead me to purchase any of them. All had left me bereft of emotion, save frustration. Not since my days as a much younger man had I allowed loneliness to guide my decisions. Of course, thirty-three was by far not "old," not by any means. The air left my lungs, dissatisfied, hollow. Alipio had ruined me; I would blame him. Since first setting eyes on the man who belonged to another, I could not recall one happy moment in my life...

~***~

Stories are being posted daily and group membership continues to grow. So hop on over to Goodreads and request to join the M/M Romance group so you too can enjoy Hot Summer Days!

This post is X-posted to Frothing Authors, Bryl R Tyne's Blog, and The Rainbow Studio .

Love Hurts...

2011-06-08T09:52:00.000-04:00

Or so the 1975 song of the same name claims.

Of course, by definition, it's not really the love that does the hurting, but rather one's reaction to it. As the timeless lyrics of the Nazareth song suggest though, love can leave one with more of a mess to sort through than he arrived with. In my latest release, Rite of Passage, novelist John Ashley Price deals with such adversity.

In love, he did what many of us do or have done and trusted blindly, and he ended up in the aftermath of love gone wrong. Broke, penniless, and with nothing but his name, John now suffers from anxiety so strong anytime he gets near anyone "interested," he doesn't know how to cope with the adverse reactions. Just to be around a man who shows interest sends John's body into instant fight or flight mode--a panic attack.

Many of the following physical reactions are known to be felt when one experiences a panic attack:

palpitations
slow heart beat
dizziness
difficulty breathing
shaking
fear of losing control or dying
sweating, chills, hot flashes
racing thoughts
stomach pain
numbness in limbs

And John get to experience them all. I put the poor man through the wringer in Rite of Passage. But he'll learn that not all love hurts before the book is through. Take a chance. Go along with him on his journey.

Rite or Passage by Bryl R. Tyne
Dreamspinner Press

ISBN-13:	978-1-61581-926-3
Pages:	80
Cover Artist:	Dan Skinner/Cerberus Inc.

Blurb:

Forty-one-year-old John Ashley Price was a Western writing superstar until his accountant stole his heart—and everything else he owned. Now, unable to write and suffering from debilitating panic attacks, all he wants is to start over someplace where dropping off the radar is the norm. Someplace he won’t meet anyone. A place where writing should come easy. Hence his relocation to Divide, Colorado.

Of course, John didn’t count on Pat Smith—or Pat’s determination and raw sex appeal. Pat has his sights set on winning John’s heart as well as his trust, and he’s making serious headway… until John learns the truth. Just how does Pat know so much about him?

Excerpt:

BELLY full, I carried in enough wood to start a good fire, ran myself an extra-large glass of water, added a few ice cubes, and headed back upstairs to write.

Well, Sheriff Chad Hardy, where were we? I got comfortable, noticing the late afternoon sun out the room's single window.

You like sunsets, Chad Hardy?

He didn't, and he cemented the fact by whipping his horse around, effectively placing his back to a horizon of reds and golds.

Not even in the end? I had to ask, I mean, most cowboys rode off into the sunset at the end of my books.

No? Not even in the end. He didn't believe in sunsets.

I couldn't blame him…

…And closed my laptop, stood, stretched, wondering how in the hell Carol had gotten this desk up here. No doubt, my “neighborly neighbor” had a part to play in it. I lifted the front left corner and carried it forward and to my right until I could sit peacefully with the setting sun at my back. Less than a minute later, I was typing away.

Words turned into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, and so forth until I had two pages of what I considered “good words.” I leaned back in my chair, feeling rather smug. Fingers laced across my chest, I caught movement in the mirror opposite the room's solitary window and felt the frown that I was sure creased my forehead as I honed in on the streak of movement in the reflection….

I was on my feet, before I could think to move, and looking out my window.

Thunk!

Tracking the only movement I could see through the trees, I watched the wood split—the axe stick—he lifted the entire getup, block of wood and all, and swung it over his shoulder, then back to the stump. Three even pieces toppled to the ground in different directions.

Shirtless, the man kept a rhythm. Judging from the force and repetition of his swings, if I was closer, I was certain I would've noticed the sheen of sweat coating his skin. Through a hundred-plus yards of thinly populated trees, I spied, mesmerized.

Corded muscles drawn taut. The swing. The snap. The release. The quiver….

Okay, okay. I could see his ripped form in my mind's eye only, but I was no less content to lean on that sill and watch my neighbor from a distance. His intention was clear—at least, to me—grab the new guy's attention and keep it. I mean, who in his right mind chopped wood wearing only jeans and a cowboy hat in fifty-degree weather?

Exactly.

I broke my concentration to glance over my shoulder at my laptop, but in the next heartbeat, I was back at that window with my mind fathoms beneath any gutter.

“Well, Sheriff Hardy, looks like you've met your match.”

Sweat beaded at my temples, accumulated across the back of my neck. I adjusted the shrinking fly of my jeans, ran my tongue over dry lips; but sandpaper never moistened anything. With only one thought in mind, I leaned harder on the sill—definitely been awhile since any man’s held my interest.

Sadly, the last one I could recall by name was Mark. The excitement left my lungs in a single, solitary sigh; I even gained a bit of slack in the crotch of my jeans at the thought.

How deflating.

The more I dwelled, the tighter my chest got, and I turned away from the window. Wasn't bad, per se, that I thought of the man, but he'd affected my actions… and my reactions. Bastard had no right.

I pulled myself together, reminded myself the fewer complications the better. “Looks like you win, after all, Chad Hardy.” Time to concentrate on the one man in my life who hadn't given me a shovel full of shit.

I retook my chair, placed my fingers on the keyboard, and waited. Within seconds, I was once again typing away. Seemed all my character needed was some competition to spur him into action.

Like most of my attempts to write lately, though, this one proved a lost cause, also. I hadn't gotten a full page down when my mind drifted back to the scene outside my window. By the shadows cast on the far wall, the sun had all but disappeared, and the wood chopping had ceased a good while ago. I closed my laptop and hung my head, debating—Jim Beam or Jack Daniel’s—which one was the quickest route out of misery?

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This post is X-posted at The Rainbow Studio, Bryl Tyne's Blog, and Frothing Authors.

Noble Romance Kindle Treasure Hunt

2011-05-20T11:01:00.001-04:00

WELCOME TREASURE HUNTERS

Beginning on May 22nd, Noble Romance Publishing will be sponsoring a treasure hunt. Your ultimate prize will be a shiny new Kindle.

Now here's how it works:

1. You must sign up to play. Email your name and contact email address to: treasurehunt@nobleromance.com. Registrations will be accepted until May 24th.

2. On the morning of May 22nd, in each registrant's email, you will receive a play sheet, with all the instructions you'll need to join the fun.

3. Using the play sheet, you'll visit each listed author's website and spend some time checking out their back lists, while searching for a specially marked Noble Romance book cover.

4. Once you've found the book cover at each site, write down the code found beneath each book. You will need these codes to unscramble the words and win the Kindle.

5. The codes are the secret to the prize. All will be explained on the play sheet.

Along the way, you will undoubtedly find books you'd like to check out. During this treasure hunt, all books on the participating author's Noble Romance back lists will be on sale.

The aim of the game is to locate all the book covers listed and unscramble the answers to two questions.

There's no need to chase around the country looking for clues, because this is a virtual treasure hunt and everything can be done online from the comfort of your own home.

This game will tap your knowledge of the romance genre, but we promise, most every fan of romance has a more than fighting chance. However, this contest will put your wits and ingenuity to the test.

You must register by emailing your name and email address to: treasurehunt@nobleromance.com, to receive your play sheet.

Clues will be sent to each registrant on morning of May 22nd and all solutions must be emailed back to treasurehunt@nobleromance.com, no later than midnight, May 26th. You have plenty of time to find all the book covers and get to know the authors of those books.

Winner will be announced during the day on May 27th.

The first entry picked out of the correct solutions will win a new Kindle e-reader.
Other prizes will be awarded as well, including author swag and gift cards for Noble Romance.

Void where prohibited. United States entries only please.

Behind Blue Eyes out at Amber Allure!

2011-05-14T22:53:00.000-04:00

I'm excited about this release. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.

Behind Blue Eyes
by Bryl R. Tyne
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-115-0 (Electronic)
Amber Quill Press/Amber Allure

Hopeless romantic Martin LaRocca has eyes for only one man and faith their paths will continue to meet. He can't help himself. His masked Adonis, literally a distinguished member of the Knights of Fidelity, arranged the romantic interlude at the masquerade ball. How else would Marty, amongst all those debutantes, ever have received a call-out card if not for some hefty string-pulling. But then again, this isn't his grandmother's Mardi Gras Ball now, is it?

Daniel Stroemeyer isn't looking forward to Mardi Gras' end, when all the parades and floats and balls and people will vanish, and focus on his life as heir to his uncle's New Orleans empire will return. Never in his forty-six years did he imagine doing anything other than taking over the family business--until he fell for the son of his uncle's number one rival. Never in Daniel's cold-hearted past did he imagine a day he'd consider quitting work for his uncle and his murderous ventures. Never in his wildest dreams did he envision having his blue-eyed cake and eating it, too. But that's exactly what this decked-in-green arrival to the Annual Knights of Fidelity Ball is to Daniel...faith.

Faith that a man can turn his life around, find redemption, if only in the arms of the man he loves...

Purchase at Amber Allure

At Day's End by Bryl R. Tyne

2011-04-13T08:09:00.000-04:00

At Day's End by Bryl R. Tyne

Description:

Samuel's not just feeling old, he is old, but he's not dead... not yet. And the bright spot of his week is spying on his hot new gardener. No one knows better than he does how ridiculous it is to think a twenty-something beefcake would show any interest in a recluse like him; fifty years hasn't changed a thing, really. Though Samuel feels a connection he can't explain, he's stunned beyond words one Friday morning to find the young man knocking at his back door....
A Bittersweet Dreams title: It's an unfortunate truth: love doesn't always conquer all. Regardless of its strength, sometimes fate intervenes, tragedy strikes, or forces conspire against it. These stories of romance do not offer a traditional happy ending, but the strong and enduring love will still touch your heart and maybe move you to tears.

ISBN-13:	978-1-61581-858-7
Pages:	16
Cover Artist:	Anne Cain

Categories:	Daydreams, Fantasy/Paranormal, Bryl R. Tyne, Bittersweet Dreams
Book Type:	eBook
File Formats Available:	.epub, .lit, .prc, html, pdf

The Zagzagel Diaries: LOVED is Live!

2011-04-06T00:11:00.000-04:00

For my Zagzagel fans, Zag's final diary is out with Untreed Reads! Here's more about LOVED and links for you to purchase. Remember, my publisher's is celebrating the completion of The Zagzagel Diaries series with a great sale this month on all my books with them.

The Zagzagel Diaries: LOVED
By Bryl R. Tyne
Untreed Reads Publishing

Description:

It all comes down to this...

The guardian angel Zagzagel has had a difficult time reconciling the requirements of his job with his personal feelings for his charges. Through his diary entries (Forsaken, Denial, Desperate, Lost and Broken) his frustration has grown until it forced a showdown with none other than Big Papa himself.

Now the fallout from that confrontation begins to settle, but nothing can prepare Zagzagel for the return of two faces from his past...and a complete surprise that will forever alter his future.

Excerpt:

For early evening, the park two blocks west thrummed with life… I think a more accurate way to describe the sounds and sights would be churned, like this unexplainable hollowness in my gut. Devoid. Much like something special had been taken from me.Thinking on it hurt. Literally, my head throbbed with pain the more I tried to remember Big Papa's face or His words, and I knew we had had them...at least, I thought we had. What I could not recall were the specifics of the outcome of our last confrontation. One minute I was on my knees before Him, the next, I found myself wandering this lonely stretch of road—

Men, the rugged and the whimsical, passed the entrance; I couldn’t help but take them in—their differences and their likes. Some families, picnic gear in tow, headed home. Three punk skateboarders vied for attention on the sloped corner near the stoplight. Not a one of the people I watched seemed truly happy. Of course, nothing new, not with you humans, but it bothered me deep down, and I didn’t understand why. Unlike when I’d found fascination or folly in my past, or, at the very least, something to pass my time, I now realized how much I truly disliked watching you in action.

As far back in my memories as I scrolled, I remember watching over you—some of you from the time you took your first breath, and I held some of your hands all the way to the grave. I was paid to watch, I admit, though, not in any way you might understand. Fulfilling my duties had earned me recognition at Big Papa’s feet. Performing my job well garnered His…well, to put it simply, I was paid in love.

Nothing thrilled me more than knowing I’d receive Papa’s blessing, and yet at the same time, each assignment He handed down made me despise being told what to do, how to do it, when and where, just a little bit more. From that revelation alongside my current actions, I should’ve noticed something was different, but I didn’t, and I continued, even when I found I wasn’t being paid to do so…

Fishnet, black and finely woven, stretched taut on a pair of snow-white legs that went on forever… Now, there was a sight worth emblazoning to memory. Not as if I’d never come across stockings or legs that fine. Something about this woman captivated me. From the way she leaned half into the open car window to the way she backed away with a jerk and a snap, flipped both her purse and her hair over the same shoulder in the span of a breath, I was hooked. As she stalked my way, I continued to gawk, mouth agape…pleading with my brain and my eyes to turn away, mind my own business. Common sense failed: I couldn’t do it.

She crossed the first intersection…and she didn’t turn. I stepped back into the shadows of the darkened ma & pa breakfast joint and pressed against the wall. Oddly, I froze, arms straight, palms to the bricks on either side of me, as if holding my breath might help. I held the pose, a strange foreboding washing over me, yet with the sudden adrenaline, I’d never felt more alive. Tongue nervously playing with my bottom lip, I peered around the corner—she’d passed the second intersection…two buildings away—I groaned, smacking the back of my head against the wall in my hasty return. With her nearing footfalls, panic consumed me, a feeling I'd never known, and I felt excited and yet so utterly alone all at once. Whatever the reasons for my reactions, I didn't understand. My heart raced.

Love Revisited: Rye and Chal Contest

2011-03-27T14:15:00.000-04:00

And more! You can also win a copy of the book that inspired my latest release too AND a T-shirt!

2 WAYS to win–2 DAYS to play!

TODAY: Drop by the Noble Romance Publishing readers’ group and leave a comment on my post: COB CONTEST
TOMORROW: Stop on by the Noble Romance Authors’ Blog and leave a comment on my post: What’s Love Got to do with it?

Here are the prize details:

One commenter from each–the group and the blog–will win this funky Tee:
Another one from both places will win a pdf copy of my new release: Love Revisited: Rye and Chal from Coin Operated Boy

And the one commenter who leaves the best answer to my COB CONTEST on the Noble Romance readers’ group will win a pdf copy of both the original Coin Operated Boy and my latest release Love Revisited, and a T-shirt!

So, what’re you waiting for? Stop by, leave me a comment and enter my contest. I’ll pick winners tomorrow night and post them here, on my blog, and in the Noble Romance readers’ group.

NOBLE AUTHORS’ BLOG: http://nobleauthors.blogspot.com

NOBLE ROMANCE READERS’ GROUP: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NobleRomancePublishing

Good Luck!

Read an eBook Week

2011-03-09T19:56:00.000-05:00

With Read an eBook Week halfway through, I'd better get on the ball and tell you about the deals one of my publishers is having. Of course, they never do anything small at Untreed Reads (my boss's words, not mine). So now through March 30th, when you purchase my latest Zagzagel Diaries: BROKEN at the regular price, you get any and all of my other titles for 40% OFF!
OTHER GREAT DEALS good through March at Untreed Reads--buy the listed title from these authors and get all their other titles for 40% OFF:
Andy Frankham-Allen: Serere
Anne Brooke: A Woman Like the Sea
Beth Mathison: A Mobster's Toast to St. Patrick's Day
Denise Dietz: Footprints in the Butter
George Seaton: The Cow and Other Colorado Tales
Herschel Cozine: The Birds
Jesse S. Greever: The Annex
Joshua Calkins-Treworgy: Faith in Amelia
Neil Plakcy: The Outhouse Gang
Pete Peterson: Black Clouds and Epitaphs
Ruth Sims: Song on the Sand
S. Furlong-Bolliger: Paddy Whacked
Victor J. Banis: Illusions
Wade J. McMahan: Witches Witch?

Happy Birthday Untreed Reads!

2011-02-01T18:54:00.001-05:00

Yep, Untreed Reads' one year anniversary is finally here! 1/29/11, marked the day Untreed Reads launched their first title, How to Eat Fruit, by the wonderful Anne Brooke, who would later go on to publish a whole bunch more with UR. Now, 365 days later (or so), Untreed Reads has over 100 titles from both new and established authors and in a wide variety of genres.

February will be a month-long celebration. Beginning February 1st, all titles will be on sale at 25% off at all of the following retailers through February 28th (in addition to The Untreed Reads Store):

1PlaceForRomance.com

AllRomanceEbooks.com

Amazon.com

AmazonUK.com

CoffeeTimeRomance.com

OmniLit.com

RainbowEbooks.com

The Sony Reader Bookstore

The following titles will be offered for free.

These titles started Untreed Reads off, and are a birthday gift to their readers:

How to Eat Fruit by Anne Brooke

The Zagzagel Diaries: Forsaken by Bryl R. Tyne

Roads Through Amelia: The Beast and the Forgotten Tribesman by Joshua Calkins-Treworgy

**The free titles are not available at all of the vendors listed above, but will be free wherever they are carried.

***Because of the sale, all Better Together bundle prices will be suspended until March 1st.

Two Ends of the Pen: Review of The Zagzagel Diaries: BROKEN by Bryl R. ...

2011-01-07T13:08:00.000-05:00

Two Ends of the Pen: Review of The Zagzagel Diaries: BROKEN by Bryl R. Tyne ...: "Available from Untreed Reads Publishing 5 of 5 stars... Did you ever inhale sharply, but were afraid to let it out. That’s what happens when reading The Zagzagel Diaries. You’re just not sure what is going to happen next and so you hold your breath in anticipation. This review is for the fifth story, BROKEN ..."

Now Available: BROKEN (#5 in The Zagzagel Diaries)

2010-12-22T15:24:00.000-05:00

The Zagzagel Diaries: BROKEN

Untreed Reads Publishing

Following the traumatic events of Lost, the angel Zagzagel is more determined than ever to stand by his charges and do things his own way. Until now, Big Papa has allowed Zag to follow his heart, but He's about to lay down the law with his renegade angel. The wrath of Heaven is about to crash down on Zag's head, setting the stage for the showdown to come.

Read an excerpt here!

4.5 stars out of 5 for TOUGH GUY @ Reviews by Jessewave

2010-12-09T01:12:00.000-05:00

Thank you, Val Kovalin for the review @ Jessewave!
Summary Review: "This romantic comedy is more sexy than gritty, and definitely recommended."
As all reviews at Jessewave, the reviewer left nothing in the story to chance. I don't think I've received such an in depth and insightful review in a while. Val goes on to say...
"Meanwhile, the novella has a lot to offer in its flawless writing, the appealing character in Paul, and the hot sex scenes. The author is especially good at simultaneously increasing both sexual tension and comic tension, which would seem to be mutually incompatible, but which complement each other throughout. Take this excerpt from page 48 during the Tough Guy semi-finals:

Hat in hand, arm outstretched, he’d put the squeeze on that quart of ice-cold water he held overhead. As the water poured, soaking his hair, and running in several rivulets over the planes of his back, he let out a feral growl. I secretly begged him to turn my way, to let me have one glimpse of that smattering of hair matted wet to his chest, that treasure trail he boasted so proudly in his fighting stance, dripping a steady stream of water onto the front of his jeans.
Tony answered Hart’s challenge with a grunt of his own, pushed away from the gate, twisted open his cold bottle of water, and proceeded to dribble it in trickles over one shoulder, his face, his other shoulder, continuing the self-torture in a slow, controlled motion.
I looked on, eyes wide, heart pounding, blood rushing south, as the two of them carried out their fixed-glare Neanderthal stare down, their nipples beading harder with each drizzle of water taking its sweet time over every ridge, dip, and curve. I swore, if the two of them touched, I was a goner, and I hadn’t had a wet dream since I was seventeen.

This is a great scene, and overall Tough Guy is a comical, sexy treat to read."

I am thrilled with this review, and even more so that the reviewer enjoyed the story this much. You can read the full review HERE.

Untreed Reads Christmas at the GLBT Bookshelf

2010-12-02T09:04:00.000-05:00

Untreed Reads Christmas at the GLBT Bookshelf

Untreed Reads Publishing is participating in Christmas at the Bookshelf this year, where publishers and authors offer readers exceptional discounts for the Holidays!

So, get a fantastic 20% Discount on Untreed Reads' LGBT eBooks from now through January 2, 2011. Visit the Bookshelf today, to take advantage of the Holiday Discount Coupon Code from Untreed Reads!

Thanksgiving post: The Secret Ingredient

2010-11-10T07:39:00.000-05:00

I blogged today at The Rainbow Studio on my upcoming Thanksgiving release from Untreed Reads, THE SECRET INGREDIENT. Be sure to check it out: http://therainbowstudio.blogspot.com/2010/11/secret-ingredient.html

TOUGH GUY is out today at Amber Allure!

2010-10-31T10:41:00.000-04:00

Take advantage of the New Release Discount! 35% off.

Buy Link

Tough Guy
by Bryl R. Tyne
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-008-5 (Electronic)

Paul Kennedy is set on entering and winning this year's Buffalo Bill Cody's Wild West Days' Tough Guy competition. So why is everyone from Paul's ex to the Cody, Wyoming, postmaster hell-bent on discouraging him from competing? Each of his friends has his reasons. And among those, one is clear—Tony Austin, the Tough Guy champ for three years running, is sure to kick Paul's ass.

But Paul's not worried. He's book smart and determined...he'll win, as sure as there's cowboy in his blood.

Tony Austin, however, has other designs on Paul Kennedy. Designs planned to keep Paul beneath him if only Tony can figure out how to make his desires known. But "Guy Grunt" gets a man only so far, and Tony must rely on the only other language he has a chance of stumbling through...the language of love.

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Western (Modern Day) / BDSM (Light) / Exhibitionism / Public Places
Heat Level : 3
Length: Novella (18k words)

Coming this Sunday to Amber Allure!

2010-10-25T09:46:00.000-04:00

Tough Guy
by Bryl R. Tyne
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-008-5 (Electronic)
AVAILABLE OCTOBER 31, 2010!

But Paul's not worried. He's book smart and determined...he'll win, as sure as there's cowboy in his blood.

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Western (Modern Day) / BDSM (Light) / Exhibitionism / Public Places
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (18k words)

Excerpt:

...“Sonofabitch.”

I felt him digging around in the pants pooled at my boots.

“What in all hell?” I tried stepping away.

“Don’t panic.” He grabbed one of my thighs, held me in place. “I…” He must’ve been trying every one of my pockets.

Damn, he’s got big hands. “You what?”

He paused in his search, and it felt like he rested his head on the hand at the top of my thigh.

“What?” I repeated the question.

“I forgot a goddamned rubber, okay!” He shoved off me in a hurry.

“In my wallet,” I told him, but apparently, he’d located it already. He quieted down, quit stomping around, and I could hear him breathing.

“Yeah. Figured as much,” he said.

By now he’d found a condom, but I couldn’t tell if he was still behind me. I heard nothing except a lone cricket somewhere to my left. “Yo. Cowboy,” I whispered and heard a faint click and the thunk of my wallet as it landed between my boots atop my scrunched-down jeans. Finally, the rip—the sound I’d anticipated for a while now—the stretch, the snap. He rolled on the condom.

“Twenty-five, huh?”

He’d checked out my driver’s license? Is nothing sacred anymore? “You got a damned flashlight back there, or what?”

“What’s it to you if I do?” he asked, then took hold of my ass in both hands and spread my cheeks. “A man likes to know what he’s getting into.”

Read more at Amber Allure...

Coming Out Special

2010-10-13T07:47:00.000-04:00

Join me for Writer's Wednesday over at Andy Frankham-Allen's The Welsh-Londoner today where I offer up my views on Writing Queer.

http://frankhamallen.wordpress.com/2010/10/13/writers-wednesday-3-coming-out-special/

Seriously Reviewed: Trey #3 by Bryl R. Tyne

2010-09-18T09:17:00.000-04:00

Seriously Reviewed: Trey #3 by Bryl R. Tyne: "Story 8.5 Presentation 9 Total: 17.5 Publisher: Noble Romance Contemporary M/M/M Erotic Romance ... The plot was fast and the twists and turns kept me scrolling through the pages. The writing has an edge of humor, which I loved. The sex is hot, the risks are high, and in the end, I found that I’d become invested with all three characters... This story had everything I love in a hot short story. A definite story to recommend. "

2010-09-02T12:47:00.000-04:00

TOUGH GUY

Bryl R. Tyne

Coming to Amber Allure, October 31st!

Just a quick note to share my cover for Tough Guy.

(unofficial blurb:)

Paul Kennedy just wants to win the Wild West Days Tough Guy competition for the respect and for the purse. So why's everyone hell bent on discouraging him? Even one cowboy Paul doesn't realize knows him is dead set on the idea, Tough Guy champ, three-years running, Tony "You wish you had a face like mine" Austin, and he'll go to any lengths to convince Paul that entering the event is not in his best interest.

Why's Tony set against facing Paul in the competition?
Why does Tony Austin never take off his hat? Ever?
Why does Paul Kennedy even care?

In the Heat of Summer...

2010-08-11T03:15:00.018-04:00

What better way to cool down than Cazwell and his Ice Cream Truck?

How's that working out for you? Still feel the heat? Hmm...

How about checking out my latest release, Trey #3. Maybe this m/m/m menage will help take the edge off. Maybe.

Trey #3 by Bryl R. Tyne

Noble Romance Publishing
Genre: Action/Thriller

Length: Novella

Read an excerpt!

Buy Link

Trey wants his job.

Drew wants Trey.

Travon wants them both, but must avoid the law.

When boyfriend Drew and twice a month fuck buddy Travon decide to go in together on a local Las Cruces pawnshop heist, neither expects to find Trey working behind the counter. Funny, both Drew and Travon figured the accountant-degree-holding Trey to be a safe bet. Both are fiercely protective. None expected to meet.

With the loot bagged, the ironic love triangle exposed, and the cops on the way, what's there to do but drag Trey along for the ride?

Trey discovers sometimes choosing between the lesser of two evils is all but impossible.

That didn't work either? Guess I'm losing my touch...

Maybe next time.

Happy HOT Summer!

Bryl R. Tyne is a wrangler by nature and a writer by choice, published with Noble Romance Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Dreamspinner Press, STARbooks Press, Untreed Reads Publishing, and Changeling Press.You can find out more about Bryl at: bryltyne.com

x-posted at The Rainbow Studio and Frothing Authors

New Release: The Zagzagel Diaries: Lost

2010-08-10T08:46:00.000-04:00

The Zagzagel Diaries: Lost
By Bryl R. Tyne
Copyright 2010 by Bryl R. Tyne and Untreed Reads Publishing
Cover Copyright 2010 by Dara England and Untreed Reads Publishing
Untreed Reads Publishing

The angel Zagzagel finds himself under direct orders from Big Papa to do his job and not interfere with fate's outcome for his charge Charley. Charley's had her own share of issues and loss in her life, and Zag's pretty sure she deserves a break this time. Unable to follow the orders from Above, Zagzagel begins to realize that he may not be able to fulfill his duties much longer. Can he help Charley find closure and peace in his own way, or is it time to give up his wings? This is Diary Entry #4 of 6.The End Is Near!

Tough Guy has a home at Amber Allure!

2010-08-05T19:34:00.001-04:00

Just a quick post to let y'all know my novella, Tough Guy, was accepted by Amber Quill Press! I have to shout or I'll go nuts! Yes! As soon as I have more info, like an edited excerpt and blurb, I'll let you know. Right now, I'm just counting the hours until I punch out so I can CELEBRATE! Woo Hoo!

Trey #3 coming soon to Noble Romance!

2010-08-05T11:35:00.000-04:00

Oh yeah! Another contract! I’m on a m/m/m menage writing kick lately, and yet in each one the guys are as different (and as difficult) as the stories are. I have been having fun writing these, though. Wonder when the muse will decide to take away the inspiration? In the meantime, I’m jotting down the ideas as fast as they come to me.

Trey #3 is a little suspenseful, a lot adventurous, and a whole lot of fun. Here’s an excerpt:

Trey #3
by Bryl R. Tyne
Coming Soon to Noble Romance Publishing

It seemed no matter how diligently I performed my duties, how loyal or dependable I proved myself to be, I had no control over who my last three bosses hired or fired. Though I had a degree in accounting, when I landed this minimum-wage customer assistant job, I took it because I needed work, needed to keep my mind busy, active. Besides, they paid shift differential–a whole fifteen cents. Even if this shop was on the lower eastside of town, I didn’t mind my job. At least I had one–again.

Could’ve been worse, Drew reminded me, on the afternoons I slogged out his front door, dragging my dark cloud with me. I shook my head as I crouched to lockup the remaining Rolex cases. At least I had Drew . . . and yeah, I had the man right where I wanted him almost every day for the past six months, to be exact.

Bells jangled, announcing someone’s entrance. I let my ring of keys snap back to my belt. Broom in hand, I met the late customer at the jewelry counter. “We’re getting ready to–” Before me, on the other side of the counter, stood the one person I never expected to see on this side of town. “Drew?”

Why he wore sunglasses in the dead of night, I’d never understood, but he did it often. He lifted them off his nose and pushed them to his head as he stared. His mouth opening and closing like a starving goldfish, he tried to ask the one question I never wanted to hear–especially, not here, inside Jackie’s Rings and Things. “What are you doing–?”

“I work here.” Duh. I shook my head, not caring if I sounded like a PMSing bitch. “Don’t rub it in, either.”

I leaned the broom against the counter and strode to the end. Lifting the hinged door, I stepped under it and let it slam behind me. Well, I’d had Drew . . . as in, “It’s been swell,” and, “See ya later.” Exactly the reason I’d avoided telling him about my new job. A man like Drew would never understand.

He wasn’t one of those rich boys born with a silver spoon in his mouth. No. From what I knew of his lifestyle–his condo, his 2010 Dodge Charger, his ever-present bankroll–I was certain his mother had birthed him inside a bank vault. As soon as the–my boyfriend works in a pawnshop–sunk in, I’d be out of his life. There was no doubt in my mind.

Instead of the argument I’d expected though, Drew smiled–a half-hearted, odd kind of twist to his lips. He glanced behind him at the door, wiped the sweat from his forehead as he met my gaze again.

“Just say it,” I said, a little creeped out by his unpredictable reaction.

He wrung his hands together, once again eyeing the exit over his shoulder. “I-I’m looking for a ring.”

A ring? At eleven o’clock at night. “Okay. Just let me lockup first.”

“No! I’ll miss my ride . . . I know what I want.” Drew stepped to the display case of sterling rings and pointed. “Right here, in tray number three.”

Something told me I was a fool for getting my hopes up, but still, I complied, ever hopeful Drew had finally decided to commit. I returned behind the counter, unlocked the sliders, and pulled out the third tray of silver rings. “Which one did you have in mind?”

My daydream lasted all of two seconds, for as soon as I set tray number three atop the glass case, the door burst open.
Tall, dark, and ski-masked kicked it shut after he entered, and, aiming his pistol at me, shouted, “Hands in the air!”

I complied immediately, not a heroic bone in my body. He could have the entire fucking store for all I cared.

“Don’t move,” Drew whispered.

I glanced to Drew, who had yet to heed the asshole’s order, then looked back to the rapidly advancing armed robber. Put your hands up. I mouthed the words, hoping Drew would see me.

Much to my surprise, he stepped between the robber and me, whipped around, reached over the display case, and caught me around the middle. In a flash, he dragged me across the counter and onto the floor, shocking me further by manhandling me onto my stomach and binding my wrists behind my back with what felt like strips of plastic. “What the fuck are you–?”

“Just keep quiet,” he said, “and you won’t get hurt.”

Holy Christ. One side of my face pressed to the floor, I closed my eyes and started to pray. Who in the hell had I been fucking these past six months–been considering moving in with? This sure as fuck wasn’t the man I knew . . . thought I knew. My heart pounded in my ears. Hard-soled shoes came to a stop beside me, and I clenched my eyes tighter.

“Shut him up or I’ll–oh, shit.”

Oh shit, was right. I recognized that voice. Jackie’s Rings and Things would-be bandit was none other than Travon Sanders, my mother’s twenty-nine-year-old neighbor–my friend and twice-a-month fuck buddy. Well, soon to be ex-friend, along with Drew. I’d made up my mind, with a knee between my shoulders.

“You know him?” Drew asked tall, dark, and dangerous.
I could feel Travon’s stare burn into my upturned cheek. “No, man–You?” He backed away, not waiting for Drew to answer. “Just looks like a guy I used to know.”

That’s right, motherfucker . . . used to know, you sonofabitch.

Drew released the pressure on my back and then stood, yanking me to my knees. “Get up.” He pulled me to my feet as Travon helped himself to my keys and the store’s valuables.

“Prick.”

Drew backhanded me across the face; a second later, he winked. “I said, keep your mouth shut.”

Fuck you. I spat at his face, missing by a long shot. He stared at me as if I’d lost my fucking mind.

At that point, I’d already decided I had indeed lost it. Who in his right mind would attempt to build a life with a career criminal while fucking an armed robber on the side? The only one I knew crazy enough to do either stared back at me from the glass of the gun display case as Drew shuffled me behind the counter and shoved me into the first open office.

“Stay here ’til I figure out what to do with you.” He shut the door behind him.

“Bastards.” Before I stuck my dick in anyone ever again, I was hiring a P.I. to run a full background check. This was ridiculous. What were the fucking odds?

I paced the room, making two full passes before reality dawned. I stopped before the phone atop my boss’s desk, twisted to one side, and knocked the receiver out of its cradle. Craning as far as possible over my shoulder, I fumbled to push 9-1-1.

In less than ten minutes, sirens wailed and Drew burst into the room. He glared at the misplaced receiver. Three strides later, he picked it up and slammed it into the cradle. “Goddamn it, Trey!”

Can’t say I wasn’t more than a bit concerned when he whipped out a switchblade.

“Stupid do-gooder,” he mumbled, as he forced me around, pressed me against my boss’s desk, and cut me loose. “Come on.”

About then, the only thing I wanted to do was get my hands on one of those wire-ties and test out its strength on Drew’s neck. I wasn’t going anywhere, and my intentions showed in my resistance. “Fuck you. I’m not part of this.”

“Like hell, you aren’t.” Travon rounded the doorway, mask scrunched to his forehead, bags slung over both shoulders.
I turned away. Damn it.

Though I’d resolved in the last ten minutes I hated them both, I couldn’t look Travon in the face.

I’d give in. Like the time I’d drug my sorry ass to the curb to fetch my mom’s paper, only to catch the backside of Travon entering his front door with his whore of the day. Or so I thought. I had no idea who he was fucking besides me, but obviously, I didn’t care. For as soon as I heard the guy’s car pull away, I was outside . . . and so was Travon, on his front porch, looking across his yard and mine, staring–at me. I nodded; he smiled, and I found my way inside his front door and into his arms in thirty seconds flat.

Despite that little voice screaming at me not to turn around, I met Travon’s gaze. He pushed his lips forward, blew an invisible kiss my way. Not the kissy lips. Fuck. I felt Drew’s glare but adjusted the front of my jeans anyway, reluctant to break my connection with Travon. I’d blame it on tonight’s sudden rush of adrenaline . . . later.

Bad boys had always been my weakness.

You ain't old, Ed. You just need to get laid...

2010-07-01T13:14:00.000-04:00

Ed's boss seems to think so, anyway. Don't let her opinion fool you, though. Ed's never had a problem getting what he's wanted. His problem is accepting what he gets, which in May Day, happens to be a sip from the fountain of sordid youth--two youths, to be exact. Young or 39-and-holding, you'll enjoy my latest erotic romance, May Day, available at Changeling Press.

May Day
by Bryl R. Tyne
cover art by Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-452-8

Book Summary His forty-ninth birthday approaching, Ed is expecting nothing more than his usual stiff drink and an anonymous fuck in the back room of Yancy's Crossings. What he never expected was to be picked up by two college students and taken for a ride that would change his life forever.
Purchase May Day here.

Fabulous Review for Zagzagel Diaries: Denial

2010-06-24T00:40:00.000-04:00

I love Google alerts, especially when I discover a new review for one of my books on one! Alan Chin, SF GLBT Literary Examiner for Examiner.com, gave The Zagzagel Diaries: Denial a fab review. Interestingly enough, the reviewer interprets my Zagzagel as female. While, I don't see Zag that way, it's all good :) I often leave much to reader interpretation and am always thrilled when different readers can enjoy the same story for whatever reasons. In Denial, I'm not sure I painted Zagzagel as either gender, for example. Anyway, the review is AWESOME, nevertheless. And I'm thrilled Alan Chin has such nice things to say about my writing and style. Thank you, Alan! You're review is very, VERY much appreciated!

"I’ve read a couple of longer works by this author, so I knew I was in for a top-quality read going into it. I think Bryl has one of the finest voices in lgbt fiction. But what did surprise me was how much story Bryl packed into nine pages. I am left awed and grateful."--Alan Chin, SF Examiner.com Read the full review Here!

The Zagzagel Diaries: Denial can be purchased at Untreed Reads Publishing.

My Favorite Kind of Shiny!

2010-06-19T08:12:00.000-04:00

Before I share my beautiful new shiny, I must thank Changeling Press's group of graphic artists who took the time to please my picky ass. Special thanks to Marteeka Karland for her ability to capture my story in a single pose and change my ideas about CGI coverart. In other words,

I LOVE MY NEW COVER!

About May Day: His forty-ninth birthday approaching, Ed is expecting nothing more than his usual stiff drink and an anonymous fuck in the back room of Yancy's Crossings. What he never expected was to be picked up by two college students and taken for a ride that would change his life forever.

"You ain't old, Ed. You just need to get laid."

Coming to Changeling Press - July 2nd!

Buy DESPERATE-Get 20% off FORSAKEN & DENIAL

2010-06-15T00:19:00.000-04:00

The poor guardian angel Zagzagel. Every time he thinks he’s making progress getting his charges to accept who they are and what they want out of life one of them goes off the deep end.

In this, the third Diary entry, Zagzagel’s got his hands full again.

This time around, his charge is having to deal with an overly-religious father, fears of going to Hell and his growing attraction to his roommate. All of this can add up to a lot of pressure on a person, and Zagzagel soon finds his charge is looking to fix the situation in a manner that’s sure to make Big Papa mighty upset. Things are looking desperate indeed…

If you’re new to the world of Zagzagel the Guardian Angel, you couldn’t have picked a better time to read. In honor of the release of the third short story in the series, Untreed Reads is offering a 20% discount on the first two Diary entries. You can pick up either “Forsaken” or “Denial” at the discounted price from The Untreed Reads Store, CoffeeTimeRomance.com, AllRomance.com, OmniLit.com and 1RomanceEbooks.com

You can also get the discounts at Smashwords. Use coupon code LX83V for “Forsaken” and EH67W for “Denial.” Offer expires at midnight PST on June 30th.

The Diary Entries don’t need to be read in any specific order, so enjoy them all. All titles in the series are available from most ebook retailers in the most popular formats, including the Kindle.

For the Love of Publishers...

2010-06-10T09:04:00.000-04:00

No, really. I love my publishers, and brace yourselves because for once, I'm not toying with sarcasm.

In my entire life, I've never had so much love or respect cast my way, and not only by my publishers, but also from the many great authors I am blessed to be published next to and the slew of others whom I've met through social networking. You guys are all great, and I truly appreciate your support and your kind words.

Guess I'm feeling a bit benevolent. A few reasons, really: 1. it's my birthday and y'all are burning up my Facebook page and email with b-day wishes; 2. I just got my latest cover for my Zag Diaries, which I'm dying over something as simple as the color of this one--hey, what can I say, I like it; and 3. one of my publishers is holding a one-day sale in honor of My birthday!

So, here's my cover for my upcoming release this month at Untreed Reads Publishing: The Zagzagel Diaries: DESPERATE

Isn't she a beauty?

And in honor of my birthday, Untreed Reads is giving you 26% off ALL titles in their store! I invite you to check out some of my favorites, Ruth Sims, Anne Brooke, Neil Plakcy, Jude Mason, new author, Noah Bogdonoff, and a slew of others I haven't had time yet to read.

Here's the scoop: Enter coupon code: HAPPYBIRTHDAY at checkout to get 26% off all titles in the Untreed Reads store today only. Offers expires at 12 midnight (PST) so don't wait!

Pride Month blogging...

2010-06-09T11:43:00.001-04:00

For Pride Month, I offer a short piece on diversity at The Rainbow Studio.

Check out, A Simple Exchanging of Shoes...

http://therainbowstudio.blogspot.com/2010/06/simple-exchanging-of-shoes.html

(pic snagged from Silver Pixie on FB. Thanks, Silver!)

New Contract from Changeling Press!

2010-06-05T11:36:00.000-04:00

Changeling Press accepted my story May Day! Not only that, I shared the winner's circle with Author Selena Blake in a contest I wasn't even aware of when I submitted. So it looks like I, along with Selena, have won a years worth of advertising at The Romance Studio also. A contract, free advertising, and one more publisher to add to my ever-expanding list . . . I'm tired just thinking about it.

Though I intended to write a more humorous story when I set out to write May Day, this one's ended up being my most angst-filled story. Not sure where this one even came from, but it will take you through a gamut of emotions, that's for sure. Here's a little teaser and excerpt to tide you over until July when May Day will be published:

May Day by Bryl R. Tyne
ISBN: 978-1-60521-452-8

(unedited teaser)

His forty-ninth birthday approaching, Ed is expecting nothing more than his usual stiff drink and an anonymous fuck in the back room of Yancy's Crossings. What he never expected was to be picked up by two college students and taken for a ride that would change his life forever.

"You ain't old, Ed. You just need to get laid."

(unedited excerpt)

May. For me, was the worst month of the year.

"I'm taking the rest of the week off, Sue. And no—no emergency calls." I couldn't help but notice the look she threw over the rim of her glasses. Of course, every tenant and his or her neighbor would be calling in for AC maintenance before Friday; today was only Wednesday . . . like I said, it was May. "It's my birthday tomorrow, for Pete's sake."

As the file she'd been skimming was slapped shut, I hesitated at the door. "Cut an old man some slack, would you?"

"You ain't old, Ed. You just need to get laid."

A hundred needles pierced the back of my neck and I was sure from the heat, the sudden change in color finding its way to my ears was more than noticeable. But that was Sue for you. Great boss, don't get me wrong. She just never outgrew her tomboy years. From the warmth now, filling my face, the flush was nowhere near receding. Damn my Irish complexion. With my back still toward her desk, I asked, "May I have the rest of the week off, Boss?"

Hand on the doorknob, I waited. Her silent deliberations had always irked me, but I'd paid attention enough over the years to know she needed those certain moments to think she was still in control. After all, she was my boss. If she needed something that simple to make her happy, I was more than happy to accommodate.

After clearing her throat, she voiced her decision. "I can hold down the fort until the weekend. Randy'll take it from there, but you make sure you're in ship-shape come Monday morning. You hear me?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said, opening the office door, after a pause to wonder just what she thought I did on my free time. Lord knows, forty-eight—make that forty-nine, come tomorrow—and still eligible meant only one thing. I may as well start shopping for retirement living—with a single bed. I reached over and snagged a couple brochures from the table under the curtained window on my way out. Reading material for later, of course.

"And, Ed—Edwin . . . !"

Body halfway out the door, I popped my head back inside the office. "Make sure you leave your keys at the bar." Her wink told me, either I was a fool for thinking I'd pulled the perfect ruse all these years or she was a psychic. "And, happy birthday. Now, go on. Get out of here."

* * * * *

I liked my life. I liked living alone. And I liked driving the five miles east of town to Yancy's Crossings every Friday after work. I'd grown up with old Mick, the bartender. With promise of good conversation and Yancy's mature crowd, I didn't have to worry about making myself perfectly presentable either. Once in a blue moon, though, someone would catch my eye and I'd get lucky, getting my rocks off in the back room inside some willing ass or hungry throat . . . normally, it didn't matter to me if it happened or if it didn't, as long as when it did, they were willing. With this in mind, I brushed my teeth and reapplied some fresh deodorant that I'd pulled from the whore bag stashed behind the seat of my truck.

Of course, this wasn't Friday night, but I'd had this ominous shadow niggling me for the past two weeks reminding me, I wasn't getting any younger. I wasn't concerned with what special Yancy may be throwing or who the crowd may be; I'd had a hard week, I consoled myself, as I pulled into the lot, killed my Ford pickup's engine, threw my gear behind the seat, exited and locked my truck. I needed to unwind and in the worst way.
From the looks of the parking lot, the place was busier than a hornet's nest too. Real quick, I ran my fingers through my normally unkempt hair then replaced my hat adjusting it as I kicked the dust from my boots on my way inside.

Hadn't had a chance to get used to the lack of daylight when Mick hollered at me from over the bar. "Ed, my man!" Shoving his dishtowel inside a glass, he grinned as I sidled up and took a seat. "Don't tell me, is it Friday already?"

I shook my head and asked for the usual. He got busy getting my Jack and Coke—hold the ice. Highball glasses were for pussies. The place felt odd, with so many empty seats lining the bar, but I paid it no mind. Tonight, two things were all I wanted—a stiff drink in one hand and, if I got lucky, a stiff dick in the other. Either order would do too . . . Hank Williams blared from the speakers as I glanced around the place noting a much younger crowd than I was used to seeing . . . about now, I could really use that drink.

"Rough week, eh?" Instead of sliding the glass onto the bar, Mick handed me my whiskey. Good man. He knew me well enough to know I was more than a bit uncomfortable amongst tonight's patrons.

I no sooner downed it when a kid no older than one of my nephews wearing all black and with an earring through the corner of his upper lip squeezed up to the bar beside me. "Dude." His gaze meeting mine, he offered a hesitant smile, then motioned for Mick's attention. "Where's the can?"

Mick pointed behind the bar and to his right, and the kid was gone.

Harder than intended, I slammed my glass on the counter. "Pour me another."

After removing my hat, I pulled out my hanky and dabbed the sweat from my forehead. Mick's turn to shake his head. He handed me a refill, still wearing that shit-eating grin of his. "Ain't nothing funny with this old man, Mick." I downed the glass he'd just handed me in two gulps. I hadn't caught sight of anyone close to my age yet. Looked like, whether I wanted to admit it or not, if I happened to get lucky tonight, I'd be robbing somebody's cradle. I set the empty on the bar and motioned for yet another refill.

Link to May Day at Changeling Press coming soon page

Review: Number Theory by Noah Bogondoff

2010-06-03T10:06:00.000-04:00

Number Theory (LGBT Voices) by Noah Bogdonoff
Diversity (Minority Short Story Line)
Untreed Reads Publishing

A high school boy finds out that in both love and algebra, solving for 'x' may not always get you the result you expect.

Review:
When I heard this new short story from Untreed Reads Publishing was written by an 18 year old, I was compelled to purchase it immediately. I'm extremely pleased I did too! Number Theory is a quick read at only 1570 words, but it was well worth the buck and some change. Fast, funny, and true to life . . . so true to life, I felt as if I were back in school again. I could smell the the chalk, see the teachers in all their haughtiness, and feel the stare of the kid sitting next to me. That one look, that one moment so utterly confusing and yet so enlightening you never forget it--that's what Number Theory is about. How all at once, one's life can be suddenly turned upside down and yet set right, this story's few words illustrate that moment to perfection. Much like all things Math, Number Theory was flawless. Perfect.
The author of Number Theory, Noah Bogdonoff, is only 18 years of age. All I can say is should this young man pursue writing as a career, he will definitely succeed. Bravo to you, Noah! Give us more. Please.

As a kickoff to Pride Month at Untreed Reads Publishing, Number Theory is available at 15% off through June 9th. Just use the discount code: PRIDEMONTH when ordering. Here's the link: http://www.untreedreads.com/?page_id=1422

Disclaimer: Due to FTC regulations, any book reviewed on this site was sent for free by the author or the publisher as a review copy or was purchased by Bryl R. Tyne for review. This site does not accept payment or gifts and all reviews are offered freely.

Lambda Literary Awards announced

2010-05-28T08:38:00.000-04:00

Snagged this list from Elisa Rolle. Very happy to see some of my favorite authors here this year! Congrats to Mick and his novel, Holy Communion, tying for the Bisexual Fiction award!

Winners announced for the 22 Annual Lambda Literary Awards

LGBT Anthologies: Portland Queer: Tales of the Rose City, edited by Ariel Gore (Lit Star Press)
Finalists:
– Gay American Autobiography: Writings from Whitman to Sedaris, edited by David Bergman (University of Wisconsin Press)
– Moral Panics, Sex Panics: Fear and the Fight Over Sexual Rights, edited by Gilbert Herdt (NYU Press)
– My Diva: 65 Gay Men on the Women Who Inspire Them, edited by Michael Montlack (University of Wisconsin Press)
– Smash the Church, Smash the State! The Early Years of Gay Liberation, edited by Tommi Avicolli Mecca (City Lights)

LGBT Children’s/Young Adult: Sprout, by Dale Peck (Bloomsbury USA)
Finalists:
– Ash, by Malinda Lo (Little, Brown)
– How Beautiful the Ordinary, edited by Michael Cart (HarperCollins)
– In Mike We Trust, by P.E. Ryan (HarperCollins) (In the Spotlight: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/528923.html)
– The Vast Fields of Ordinary, by Nick Burd (Penguin Books) (In the Spotlight: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/955620.html)

LGBT Drama: The Collected Plays Of Mart Crowley, by Mart Crowley (Alyson Books)
Finalists:
– The Beebo Brinker Chronicles, by Kate Moira Ryan & Linda S. Chapman (Dramatists Play Service)
– Revenge of the Women’s Studies Professor, by Bonnie L. Morris (Indiana University Press)

LGBT Nonfiction: The Greeks and Greek Love, by James Davidson (Random House)
Finalists:
– The Golden Age of Gay Fiction, edited by Drewey Wayne Gunn (MLR Press) (Review: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/801875.html)
– I Am Your Sister: Collected and Unpublished Writings of Audre Lorde, edited by Rudolph P. Byrd, Johnnetta Betsch Cole & Beverly Guy-Sheftall (Oxford University Press)
– Ties That Bind: Familial Homophobia and Its Consequences, by Sarah Schulman (The New Press)
Unfriendly Fire:How the Gay Ban Undermines the Military and Weakens America, by Nathaniel Frank (St. Martin’s Press)

LGBT SF/Fantasy/Horror: Palimpsest, by Catherynne M. Valenta (Bantam/Spectra Books)
Finalists:
– Centuries Ago and Very Fast, by Rebecca Ore (Aqueduct Press)
– Fist of the Spider Woman, by Amber Dawn (Arsenal Pulp Press)
– In the Closet, Under the Bed, by Lee Thomas (Dark Scribe Press)
– Pumpkin Teeth, by Tom Cardamone (Lethe Press)

LGBT Studies: The Straight State: Sexuality and Citizenship in Twentieth Century America, by Margot Canaday (Princeton University Press)
Finalists:
– Metropolitan Lovers: The Homosexuality of Cities, by Julie Abraham (University of Minnesota Press)
– Moving Politics: Emotion and ACT UP’s Fight Against AIDS, by Deborah B. Gould (University of Chicago Press)
– The Queer Child, or Growing Sideways in the Twentieth Century, by Kathryn Bond Stockton (Duke University Press)
– The Resurrection of the Body: Pier Paolo Pasolini from Saint Paul to Sade, by Armando Maggi (University of Chicago Press)

Bisexual Fiction (tie):
– Holy Communion, by Mykola Dementiuk (Synergy Press) (Review: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/700800.html)
– Love You Two, by Maria Pallotta-Chiarolli (Random House Australia)
Finalists:
– Arusha, by J.E. Knowles (Spinsters Ink)
– The Janeid, by Bobbie Geary (The Graeae Press)
– Torn, by Amber Lehman (Closet Case Press)

Bisexual Nonfiction: Leaving India: My Family’s Journey From Five Villages to Five Continents, by Minal Hajratwala (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt)
Finalists:
– Byron in Love: A Short Daring Life, by Edna O’Brien (W. W. Norton)
– Cheever: A Life, by Blake Bailey (Alfred A. Knopf)
– Map, by Audrey Beth Stein (Lulu.com)
– Vincente Minnelli: Hollywood’s Dark Dreamer, by Emanuel Levy (St. Martin’s Press)

Transgender: Lynnee Breedlove’s One Freak Show, by Lynn Breedlove (Manic D Press)
Finalists:
– Bharat Jiva, by Kari Edwards (Litmus Press)
– The Nearest Exit May Be Behind You, by S Bear Bergman (Arsenal Pulp Press)
– Transmigration, by Joy Ladin (Sheep Meadow Press)
– Troglodyte Rose, by Adam Lowe (Cadaverine Publications)

Lesbian Debut Fiction: The Creamsickle, by Rhiannon Argo (Spinsters Ink)
Finalists:
– The Bigness of the World, by Lori Ostlund (University of Georgia Press)
– Land Beyond Maps, by Maida Tilchen (Savvy Press)
– More of This World or Maybe Another, by Barb Johnson (HarperCollins)
– Verge, by Z Egloff (Bywater Books)

Gay Debut Fiction: Blue Boy, by Rakesh Satyal (Kensington Books)
Finalists:
– God Says No, by James Hannaham (McSweeneys)
– Pop Salvation, by Lance Reynald (HarperCollins)
– Shaming the Devil: Collected Short Stories, by G. Winston James (Top Pen Press)
– Sugarless, by James Magruder (University of Wisconsin Press)

Lesbian Erotica: Lesbian Cowboys, edited by Sacchi Green & Rakelle Valencia (Cleis Press)
Finalists:
– Flesh and Bone, by Ronica Black (Bold Strokes Books)
– Punishment with Kisses, by Diane Anderson-Minshall (Bold Strokes Books)
– Where the Girls Are, by D.L. King (Cleis Press)
– Women of the Bite, by Cecelia Tan (Alyson Books)

Gay Erotica: Impossible Princess, by Kevin Killian (City Lights)
Finalists:
– Rough Trade: Dangerous Gay Erotica, edited by Todd Gregory (Bold Strokes Books)
– I Like It Like That: True Tales of Gay Desire, edited by Richard Labonté & Lawrence Schimel (Arsenal Pulp Press)
– The Low Road, by James Lear (Cleis Press) (In the Spotlight: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/388426.html)
– Eight Inches, by Sean Wolfe (Kensington Books)

Lesbian Fiction: A Field Guide to Deception, by Jill Malone (Bywater Books)
Finalists:
– Dismantled, by Jennifer McMahon (HarperCollins)
– Forgetting the Alamo, Or, Blood Memory, by Emma Pérez (University of Texas Press)
– Risk, by Elena Dykewomon (Bywater Books)
– This One’s Going to Last Forever, by Nairne Holtz (Insomniac Press)

Gay Fiction: Lake Overturn, by Vestal McIntyre (HarperCollins)
Finalists:
– The River In Winter, by Matt Dean (Queens English Productions)
– Said and Done, by James Morrison (Black Lawrence Press)
– Salvation Army, by Abdellah Taia (Semiotext(e))
– Silverlake, by Peter Gadol (Tyrus Books)

Lesbian Memoir/Biography: The Talented Miss Highsmith: The Secret Life and Serious Art of Patricia Highsmith, by Joan Schenkar (St. Martin’s Press)
Finalists:
– Called Back: My Reply to Cancer, My Return to Life, by Mary Cappello (Alyson Books)
– Mean Little deaf Queer, by Terry Galloway (Beacon Press)
– My Red Blood: A Memoir of Growing Up Communist, Coming Onto the Greenwich Village Folk Scene, and Coming Out in the Feminist Movement, by Alix Dobkin (Alyson Books)
– Likewise: The High School Comic Chronicles of Ariel Schrag, by Ariel Schrag (Simon & Schuster/Touchstone Fireside)

Gay Memoir/Biography: Ardent Spirits: Leaving Home, Coming Back, by Reynolds Price (Scribner Books)
Finalists:
– City Boy: My Life in New York During the 1960’s and 70’s, by Edmund White (Bloomsbury USA) (In the Spotlight: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/629113.html)
– Deflowered: My Life in Pansy Division, by Jon Ginoli (Cleis Press)
– Once You Go Back, by Douglas A. Martin (Seven Stories Press)
– The Pure Lover: A Memoir of Grief, by David Plante (Beacon Press)

Lesbian Mystery: Death of a Dying Man, by J.M. Redmann (Bold Strokes Books)
Finalists:
– Command of Silence, by Paulette Callen (Spinsters Ink)
– From Hell to Breakfast, by Joan Opyr (Blue Feather Books)
– The Mirror and the Mask, by Ellen Hart (St. Martin’s/Minotaur)
– Toasted, by Josie Gordon (Bella Books)

Gay Mystery: What We Remember, by Michael Thomas Ford (Kensington Books) (In the Spotlight: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/423626.html)
Finalists:
– All Lost Things, by Josh Aterovis (P.D. Publishing) (The Inside Reader: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/892978.html)
– The Killer of Orchids, by Ralph Ashworth (State Street Press)
– Murder in the Garden District, by Greg Herren (Alyson Books) (In the Spotlight: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/882286.html)
– Straight Lies, by Rob Byrnes (Kensington Books) (Review: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/871317.html)

Lesbian Poetry: Zero at the Bone, by Stacie Cassarino (New Issues Poetry & Prose)
Finalists:
– Bird Eating Bird, by Kristin Naca (HarperCollins)
– Gospel: Poems, by Samiya Bashir (Red Bone Press)
– Names, by Marilyn Hacker (W.W. Norton)
– Stars of the Night Commute, by Ana Bozicevic (Tarpaulin Sky Press)

Gay Poetry: Sweet Core Orchard, by Benjamin S. Grossberg (University of Tampa Press)
Finalists:
– Breakfast with Thom Gunn, by Randall Mann (University of Chicago Press)
– The Brother Swimming Beneath Me, by Brent Goodman (Black Lawrence Press)
– The First Risk, by Charles Jensen (Lethe Press) (Rainbow Award Winner: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/885934.html)
– What the Right Hand Knows, by Tom Healy (Four Way Books)

Lesbian Romance: The Sublime and Spirited Voyage of Original Sin, by Colette Moody (Bold Strokes Books)
Finalists:
– It Should Be a Crime, by Carsen Taite (Bold Strokes Books)
– No Rules of Engagement, by Tracey Richardson (Bella Books)
– Stepping Stone, by Karin Kallmaker (Bella Books)
– Worth Every Step, by KG MacGregor (Bella Books)

Gay Romance: Drama Queers!, by Frank Anthony Polito (Kensington Books)
Finalists:
– A Keen Edge, by H. Leigh Aubrey (iUniverse) (Review: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/953851.html)
– The Rest of Our Lives, by Dan Stone (Lethe Press) (Review: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/680513.html)
– Time After Time, by J.P. Bowie (MLR Press) (Review: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/762264.html)
– Transgressions, by Erastes (Running Press) (Review: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/605516.html)

http://www.lambdaliterary.org/awards/awards-finalists/

New Release: DENIAL

2010-05-04T18:22:00.002-04:00

The Zagzagel Diaries: Denial by Bryl R. Tyne

The guardian angel Zagzagel returns to save another of his charges, this time a young woman selling herself on the streets instead of saving herself for love. This is Book 2 of The Zagzagel Diaries series.

Available in multiple ebook formats – get your copy of The Zagzagel Diaries: Denial by clicking on this link:

http://www.untreedreads.com/?page_id=1164

New Release - Forsaken

2010-03-29T10:56:00.001-04:00

Untreed Reads Publishing officially announced that my first story in The Zagzagel Diaries: Forsaken has been released! I’m excited about this series. Focuses on GLBT issues with more seriousness than my other fiction, but of course I couldn’t leave out the sarcasm.

Check Forsaken out! Here’s the link: http://www.untreedreads.com/?page_id=1150

Forsaken

2010-03-10T10:28:00.003-05:00

Thought about suicide. Again.

Not of my own . . . not that the thought's never crossed my mind, but no. I got news that my short story, Forsaken, was accepted by Untreed Reads Publishing. Naturally, I beamed but then recalled the story's subject and again, I remembered the suicide of a young man barely out of his teenage years. When this youth's untimely death came back to me all these years later, I fashioned a story from the memories. This was months ago.

The incident, actually, happened eleven and a half years ago. Such terrible loss . . .

Couldn't help but think, maybe all it would've taken to change the course of history, to talk that boy off that high-rise ledge, to even know he was heading up there in the first place, may have been as simple as picking up the phone when you recognized the young man's number on the caller I. D. Maybe. What ifs suck, sometimes.

Sadly, suicide is one of the most common issues GLBT youth deal with. I have a friend who, as a tender youth, discovered she was Lesbian . . . Being raised Southern Baptist and being Lesbian didn't play out in her mind. Out came the pills, the razor blades, and the booze. If I recall correctly, she was stopped only by a vision of her younger sister crying in agony. Unfortunately, the young man, who I also knew, didn't have anyone or anything to stop him from carrying out his most desperate plea.

He tried to reach out, seek help, seek some sort of comfort, after realizing he was gay. But he was shunned by family, friends, and even a few in the GLBT community he approached. "I-I thought he was coming on to--I didn't realize, he just needed someone to listen, affirm. . ." That was the reasoning, I was told.

Would've, should've, could've--not trying to push the blame on anyone. Hell, I'm probably just as guilty for I too didn't recognize the signs, when around him. We can't change what's done.

Wouldn't it be awesome though, if each one of us had someone there, a guardian angel perhaps, to help us in such a time of need? But that's wishful thinking. Though times have changed and people are far more accepting of the GLBT community, still, more often than not, GLBT youth succumb to suicidal thoughts. And more often than not, it is because they are forsaken by everyone around them . . . or at least, they feel as if they are.

In fiction, well, that's a whole different story. Literally. Having the incident come back to me during the Winter holidays, I chose to tackle the issue . . . but from a different angle, through the eyes of a guardian angel; and as with fiction, I gave my story a fairytale ending. Forsaken will be out this month at Untreed Reads Publishing. I invite you to check it out.

Bryl R. Tyne is a wrangler by nature and a writer by choice, published with Noble Romance Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Dreamspinner Press, STARbooks Press, and Untreed Reads Publishing. You can find out more about Bryl at: bryltyne.com

This post is X-posted to Frothing Authors, Bryl R Tyne's Blog, and The Rainbow Studio.

Holiday of Love . . . Unrequited

2010-02-10T08:58:00.007-05:00

Unrequited love, oh yes, we've all felt its sting.

When your friends point out that you're crushing on your straight neighbor or co-worker, do you deny it? Worse yet, do you inwardly swoon from that celebratory slap on the ass that gets you all worked up, when your obviously heterosexual tennis buddy just can't seem to contain his excitement in the win? What if the tables were turned?

I'm uncertain how the majority of heterosexuals would react if their Gay or Bi friend made a pass or let a fragment of what one was feeling slip. I could only hope it would be favorably . . . indifferent, at best, though I have my own experiences to prove otherwise.

I think my self-proclaimed "straight boy" is the exception. At least, I'm proud of his actions and reactions in the face of such advances. One recent event had me a bit troubled for the "other guy," though. Seems our Zack is quite the charmer.

Out of three adult boys . . . I guess, that would be, young men . . . Zack ended up straight (poor thing). But that hasn't slowed the onslaught of wanna-be beaus. I just didn't realize he was so desirable to such a wide array of candidates, until I discovered "the love letter". Seems, one of his best friends from high school has taken a liking to Zack, and unlike me (and I'm sure, many of you), this friend is far from, shall we say . . . shy about his intentions.

"You have a boyfriend?!" It's not every day that your straight son shows you a love letter from a guy; I had to ask.

"Another wanna-be," he told me.

"You have more than one chasing you?"

"Well . . . yeah. Just not all guys."

"Oh."

To speed things up, Zack informed me that he wanted to let the guy down easy, because he didn't want to hurt his feelings. I thought that was kind of lame, but to each his own way. Come to find out, the young man in question is one of Zack's best friends and Zack did not want to stop being friends, just wasn't sexually interested in the guy.

"What are you going to do, then?"

"Dunno," he told me, matter of factly.

"So . . . think maybe you're--"

"No. He's just a really nice guy. I'm straight."

"Okay."

Anyway, Zack spent the good part of the last month and a half on the phone every night with his friend/wanna-be more-than-friend. I did question whether or not he thought he was doing the right thing by not being straightforward as I'd hate for him to lead the guy on only to crush his feelings in the end. Zack assured me he was handling the situation the best way he saw fit.

In the end, Zack's friend came out of the ordeal unscathed--almost. "I'll just have to get over you, I guess" were his friend's words--or so Zack informed me later.

"Still friends?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"You handled that well," I told him. "Weirded out by it or anything?" My curiosity to know what was going on inside got to me.

"Nah," he said. "I look at it like this: I got both girls and guys chasing me."

"Yeah?"

"I must be that good."

My only thought: Well, the apple certainly didn't fall far from the tree there.

Anyway, here's a little candy I snagged online (can't remember where, but if you recognize it, give me a shout so I can credit you).

Have a wonderful Valentine's Day!

Bryl R. Tyne is a wrangler by nature and a writer by choice, published with Noble Romance Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Dreamspinner Press, and STARbooks Press. You can find out more about Bryl at: bryltyne.com

This post is X-posted to Frothing Authors and The Rainbow Studio.

Boys of the Bite a Top Pick at Night Owl Reviews!

2010-01-16T08:54:00.006-05:00

4.75 out of 5 stars!

Boys of the Bite is an Anthology that explores the gay male side of vampire mythology. Stories from R.R. Angell to Bryl R. Tyne give us a different and alluring aspect to the sexy and beautiful vampires we know and crave. From modern vampires to vampires in our history you will be locked into these stories feeling as if you are there with them. Each one has its own alluring taste of blood and flesh but with a sexy side that is sure to appease any vampire fan. -- Zollyanna@Night Owl Reviews

The Allure of the Tattoo

2010-01-13T08:34:00.002-05:00

Some tattoos are worn to symbolize the individual, some to boast, label, or revere individual characteristics, circumstances, or people in the person's life. And I'd venture (though not speaking with expertise on the subject) some are even used by gangs.

But what is the allure? What do we find so intriguing about a faded anchor, entwined with a thorny rose, inscribed with the name, Lulu? Or any of the elaborate tribal bands that encircle biceps or calves, the Kanji symbols adorning the backs of necks, or the assortment of colorful spreads of flowery designs and mythical creatures spread shoulder-to-shoulder or hip-to-hip that we must inquire their origins from the owners?

In one of my current WIPS, my surfer turned P.I. sports quite a number of distinctive tats himself, because that is who he is, at least according to him. I never stopped to ask him why, though I know how and when, he got them. If I think about it, I've never inquired but simply admired quite a number of beautiful tattoos in my life, never questioning any owner . . . until now.

Now . . . well, last week to be more precise, when an eight year old little boy came crying off the school bus, rushed into the house—then into the bathroom to furiously scrub away at his face, neck, hands and arms with some funky concoction of rubbing alcohol and baby oil. When I inquired to the reason for his behavior, he simply replied through the tears that he didn't want to get kicked out of school and . . . "I think we need more baby oil."

Apparently, his four packages of child's vanity tattoos that he so proudly pulled from his Christmas stocking and later splayed over and across nearly every inch of available skin, trying in vain to impersonate a number of characters at once from the Anime, Naruto, didn't go over well with the teachers. He had violated "dress code," his teacher had told him. The tats had to go or he'd be suspended.

Cut the kid some slack, I thought. For Christ's sake, he's a child—a little boy ecstatic about a simple (and cheap) gift, who wanted nothing more than to enjoy it. They'd gotten my attention. My hackles were raised. I couldn't recall reading anything about tattoos in the school's dress code. I sat down with David and we looked it up.

Never mind that tattoos of any kind are not addressed in the code, and never mind that the code does not apply to Third graders or younger, the disclaimers were obvious and clear. "An item of dress, article of clothing, or accessory should not be deemed 'approved' simply because it is not listed herein" . . . and "The administration reserves the right to address inappropriate clothing on an individual basis in all grades."

According to the teacher, David was being disruptive, drawing attention to himself, distracting class.

Oh, the mystical allure of the tattoo . . . .

Such power to command every gaze in a room. I think next year, I'll have Santa put ten packages of those "apply-with-a-damp-rag" tats inside the boys' stockings.

This post is X-posted to Frothing Authors, The Rainbow Studio, and Bryl R. Tyne's author blogs.

New Holiday Free Read...

2009-12-27T21:18:00.003-05:00

...posted on my website.

New Year's Eve has never been predictable. Just ask star quarterback, Martin Berman.

http://bryltyne.com/2009/12/free-holiday-read/

5 Cups from Coffee Time Romance!

2009-11-23T08:21:00.003-05:00

Thank you, Regina, from Coffee Time Romance & More. She loved the book!
Here's a link to her review: http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/coinoperatedboy.html

Gangbangs, Dildos, and Tie-downs - Oh my!

2009-11-11T10:21:00.002-05:00

Top-10 Sexual Fantasies: Your turn to fess up!

Sex is as old as... All right, sex never gets old, only we do (please, don't remind me). Sex, as a concept, though, has been alive longer than most species, hence, the "which came first" argument. Sexual fantasy surely sprung to life shortly thereafter. The truth is, since time began, men and women have fantasized their respective ways into many a satisfying orgasm. One can find page after online page of Top-10 sexual fantasies for both men and women. Obviously, we all do it—fantasize, that is.

Even us LGBT... folk.

But, I've yet to come across a Top-10 online list for any of us. Maybe I'm not perusing the correct venues. If so, someone point the way!

I am curious, however, since I'm considered in both, the sexual AND gender minorities, are my fantasies "abnormal" according to head docs and/or societal norms?

I mean, hasn't everyone fantasized, for example, surprising your straight neighbor in his laundry room only to coax him over his washing machine while on the heavy-duty spin cycle? (Okay, maybe that's just me). But, maybe, you've pined for your UPS guy to invite you into his truck to personally help your with your package? Or maybe, you've fantasized about shopping with your BFF, only to have her lend you a hand in the dressing room? (Maybe, not)

Time to share your most private thoughts. What turns you on?

What are your sexual fantasies?

Email your fantasies to Top10SexualFantasy@gmail.com

Anonymous emails accepted—preferred. (Please only specify - sexuality & gender of person leaving poll data)

Your privacy will be respected. All information - name, age, sex, email, location, etc. - will be kept confidential.

At the start of the new year, Top-10 lists for everyone across the LGBT Spectrum will be posted on my site for all eternity to drool over.

Let's show them what we want!

Bryl R. Tyne

Top10SexualFantasy@gmail.com

This post is X-posted to the The Rainbow Studio Blog, Frothing Authors Blog, and Bryl R. Tyne's Blog.

First Review in for COIN OPERATED BOY!

2009-10-18T19:40:00.006-04:00

Rainbow Reviews - 4/5 Stars!

COIN OPERATED BOY

by Bryl R. Tyne

ISBN: 978-1-60592-057-3

Noble Romance Publishing

RATING:

Review by xbmbgrl

"The battle for reconnection and recognition between an android that is only coming to recognize feelings and a human who avoids recognizing his feelings is well done..." Read the full review here!

COIN OPERATED BOY IS OUT!

2009-10-12T00:06:00.003-04:00

Just Released!

COIN OPERATED BOY

by Bryl R. Tyne

Noble Romance Publishing

Cover artists: Fiona Jayde & Bryl R. Tyne

Excerpt:

THE SIXTH ABANDONMENT:

Seven years later . . . .

Abandoning Earth was simply a formality, Rye tried to convince himself as he made his way over the stony ground to the house. His mistake had nothing to do with Kiara. He knew that. Run from the authorities or serve time right alongside him, those were her choices. What better place to disappear than The Sixth Abandonment—a breeding ground of crime and filth. Outcasts, from any society, were welcomed with open arms.

His Kiara resided here, settled in, setup home amongst these heathen. She had been his savior, the light he counted on in his dark work. Hesitating, knuckles seconds from her door, he exhaled. Kiara wasn't his any longer. Gently, he rapped.

"See you found me." She greeted him with the nonchalance of an aged tiger. Leaving the door ajar, she retreated into the house.

Rye let himself inside.

"Figured I'd be seeing you. Has it been seven years already?" Her words dripped sarcasm as she disappeared through a doorway across the room.

She wasn't happy to see him; he figured as much. Maybe just his perception, but he vowed not to stick around long enough to find out. In search of a washroom, he took the only hall. "Just a quick shower and I'll be out of your hair." His voice reverberated off the bare hallway walls, through the starkly furnished front room, and back.

"Go ahead." She hollered. "Take your time. You look like you could stand to put some meat on them bones."

To his right, he found the washroom and pushed open the door. Once he got cleaned up, maybe ate a decent meal, he'd be out of her life once and for all. That she could live with. He was certain.

Of all the people he'd let into his quirky life, which wasn't many, Rye trusted Kiara. She had never betrayed him, though he'd betrayed her with his phony love, the marriage for appearance’s sake. He sighed as he leaned over the sink. Even as he stood trial for violating the Android Fair Usage Act, she'd been beside him—in spirit.

Guilt, persistent and strong, rolled over him in waves as he took in his reflection, noting wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth, deeper than should be for thirty-five years of age. Disgusted with life and with himself, he stepped into the shower. Minimum security or not, seven years confinement had taken its toll.

* * * * *

Kiara placed a plate on the table, piled high with mashed potatoes, butter dripping, and, he was sure, enough salt to fill a week's rations for a small army. Set off to the side on another plate, a handful of pigs-in-a-blanket accompanied a huge dollop of ketchup. "Sit down. Eat something before you dart out of here."

Squeezing the water from his hair into a towel, Rye plopped into the only kitchen chair in sight. "Can't waste . . . .You kept my bike, like I requested?"

"Tracked him down already, did you?" She slammed a tall mug of green tea next to his plate, shaking her head. "Yeah. I got it. Polished and maintained to grand pappy's instruction." With a roll of her eyes, she pointed over her shoulder. "Out back, in the shed."

Almost an angel, he thought, stuffing another forkful of potatoes in with his mouthful of wiener-biscuit-ketchup combo. Her cooking boiled straight from the pits of hell. He smiled around the rim of his cup as he forced the offered meal down with cooled tea. At least she'd supplied a drink he enjoyed.

To help forget the taste, bite after bite, he admired her busyness. Stir a pot, check the oven, rinse a dish, she moved. Always busy, but then, he supposed, teaching English, the outpost's common language, to the constant influx of intergalactic rebels kept her that way.

After his release, he'd sought the services of a highly skilled retriever. The computer wiz claimed he could uncover information on anyone—anywhere. Give me a name and I'll tell you what their granny ate for breakfast. He'd sold Rye with that line.

According to the hack, Kiara had done well for herself. Rye glanced around the quaint room. Her language classes were far from cheap, but from the looks of the dilapidated twenty-third century appliances, her lifestyle remained as it had on Earth—as simple as possible.

"Have to go." He shoved away from the table. Standing, he twisted his damp hair into a tight roll then fastened it in place with a band from his wrist. "You're doing okay for yourself, I take it."

"Good as can be expected in this Godforsaken place." She walked with him, even as he stepped outside and to the shed.

He couldn't force himself to face her as he pushed his bike to the street. Her reaction, after all these years, wasn't something he was prepared to handle. Gloves and helmet secure, he kicked his bike to a fine roar, revved it once, and then zoomed away. Dealing with emotions, of any kind, was never his forte.

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COIN OPERATED BOY - Coming Soon!

2009-10-09T10:35:00.003-04:00

COIN OPERATED BOY by Bryl R. Tyne
Noble Romance Publishing
Cover Art by Fiona Jayde

About the book:

After serving time for violating the Android Fair Usage Act, Rye "Silk" Pecatti is hell bent on locating his super android, Chal. Chal was created to learn and to retain human emotions, but Rye never figured in the "will factor". With an android that's learned to bargain his way through life, enterprising takes on a whole new meaning, and Rye discovers that yielding control to his creation may be the only way to fulfill both their needs.

Friday Flash Fiction

2009-09-03T21:57:00.002-04:00

Flash Fiction every Friday on my Author's Blog! All writers welcome to join in. In the meantime, stop by and read my free flash this week ~ Lleva una Pistola!

Hot M/M Releases at Noble Romance!

2009-08-24T11:07:00.001-04:00

You have to check out these new titles from Noble Romance. Hell, viewing the covers will send you over the edge!

Damn Gorgeous by Jaye Valentine

Genre: Paranormal

Length: Novella

About the book:

Spencer Patterson writes "news" reports on paranormal phenomena for The Weekly Harbinger, a national tabloid magazine. He's had a lifelong love affair with all things supernatural, and having failed at serious news reporting, he eventually merged his hobby with his journalism degree and embarked on a tabloid career.

On assignment in the sleepy Massachusetts town of Fall River, home of the infamous Lizzie Borden axe murders, Spencer meets and falls for sexy Virgil Slade, lifelong resident and owner of a nearby bed-and-breakfast. Things are not as they seem. Virgil, with his hot body, sexy dreadlocks and unusual tattoos, harbors a tremendous secret that turns Spencer's world upside down...Read an excerpt here!

Beautiful C*cksucker II - Such a Good Boy by Barbara Sheridan

Genre: Contemporary

Length: Novella

"Bottom line up front: Scorching HAWT! There's paint all bubbled up and peeled off my wall from the heat of this story. Dave got pwned by Miki, and it was a helluva lot of fun to have a front row seat to the show." Emerald Jaguar, emmyjag.livejournal.com

Read the FULL REVIEW!

About the book:

For too many years, career obligations and cultural expectations cost Mikisaburo Nabeshima the possibility of love. Now older, wiser, and infinitely more alone, personal business takes Miki back to New York where another chance encounter with another handsome policeman rouses suppressed desires.

David Kirkland is a brash young cop who grew up on New York’s meanest streets. When the man he believes killed his foster mother is set free, Dave vows revenge. If he needs to leave the country and go undercover with a sexy but infuriating older man then so be it, though he never expected the business arrangement to turn personal.

As Dave confronts a deep-seated need he’s never fully acknowledged, the killer they're after proves more deadly than they anticipate...Read an excerpt here!

Check out other great M/M titles at Noble Romance!

Flash Fiction Friday!

2009-08-14T01:42:00.004-04:00

Trying out something new - Flash Fiction every Friday on my Author's Blog! We're always looking for more writers to join us. In the meantime, stop by and click on the free flash available this week at fridayflashficiton.com!

Rick Reed and his ten silly questions

2009-08-12T06:20:00.002-04:00

Author Rick R. Reed posted an interview with me today, short and sweet, just like I like 'em. http://rickrreedreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/bryl-r-tyne-almost-too-silly-for-words.html Take a moment to check out my answers to Rick's ten silly questions.

Taste of VAMMP: Conquering Dissension

2009-08-05T11:46:00.007-04:00

BOYS OF THE BITE, a Gay Vampire Anthology

edited by Cecilia Tan

ISBN 9-781-60777-178-4

Ravenous Romance

VAMMP: Conquering Dissension by Bryl R. Tyne

Excerpt:

Alan awoke as his Darrel dreams grew erotically vivid. With a groan, he rolled to the side and came to an abrupt stop. His tented boxers sufficed as a kickstand. Alan stared into the blackness. Four hours of rest had healed his abilities some. His hearing seemed keener, and he picked up curious sounds. It was a resonance he welcomed, as it heightened to a fiery boil the blood Darrel had stirred but left unsatisfied. Alan slid from the bed, donned clean jeans and T-shirt from his duffel, and crept into the dimly lit hallway.

He would bypass Darrel’s room. Instead of taking the stairs down, Alan tiptoed further into the hall until he found a narrow staircase. He climbed each step with stealth, reached the third level, and took four strides to his left. Half a set of French doors unlatched and opened easily, and he stepped out onto the balcony.

Darkness called to him. Like an addict, each wanton cry carried on the wind beckoned him. As unbridled lust worked its magic, the night’s raw bawdiness mesmerized him, drew him. He scaled the balcony’s railing and alit on the hillside with the finesse of a cat. As if bewitched, he followed the intoxicating moans.

Less than a mile from the house, he sniffed the breeze and pinpointed the aroma of intimacy. Moonlight cast a surreal eeriness upon the source, a stable set low in a valley. Anticipation raced through his veins as he descended a ridge, closing the distance to satisfaction. Cock stiff and ready for action, Alan focused on the orange glow that illuminated the coarseness of rough-cut siding and swept closer.

He needed no further inspection. Already having deciphered the throaty grunts and quickened heart rates minutes ago, he’d determined the situation beyond this barrier involved sweat, sex, and men. One rap on the metal-banded wood yielded a gorgeous, half-naked hunk fastening his jeans. “¿Hola. Qué quieres?”

Hmm, an open door... All the invitation Alan wanted. As his greeter swiped damp locks from his face, Alan drank in the man’s sweat-moistened, bronze chest, fixating on a droplet winding through fine dark hairs splayed over work-formed pecs. With a wry grin and a lift of one brow, Alan locked eyes with the man, who invited Alan inside without further question.

Alan followed the man up wooden slats to a loft, noting how the light from two turned down lanterns cast perfect shadows on the man’s rounded, jean-covered ass. With flannel shirt in hand, the man’s partner stood and made a clumsy attempt to hide his pale and freckled nakedness as Alan cleared the ladder. Spanish undertones rose in decibels, as the man, who’d allowed Alan inside, tried to convince his friend of Alan’s harmlessness. Alan stepped nearer to offer his vote, and smirked at the men’s hungry gazes running the course of his body, delighted when they hesitated on the bulge in his jeans.

“You’re Master Darrel’s friend, right?” the paler of the two men asked.

Steamy Stories from other contributors in BOYS OF THE BITE:

Wanting Needing Having by R. R. Angell

To Be Beloved by Pepper Espinoza

Lost in Translation by TammyJo Eckhart

The Love of a Faithful Servant by Teresa Noelle Roberts

The Cold Color of the Heart by Eric Del Carlo & Amber Jayne Dodd

The Sin Eater’s Prince by Keta Diablo

The Conservative Dark by Connor McKay

The Last Brother by Ken Panadero

The Devil’s Half Acre by Ryan Field

Available in eBook from Ravenous Romance

BOYS OF THE BITE is out at Ravenous Romance!

2009-08-04T20:15:00.001-04:00

My VAMMP: Conquering Dissension is just one of the many hot and wanton gay vampire stories of lust and desire available in Cecilia Tan's BOYS OF THE BITE gay vampire anthology at Ravenous Romance!

About Boys of the Bite:

Vampires are ever young, ever beautiful, and ruled by the cravings of the flesh. In Boys of the Bite, the gay male side of the vampire's legend is explored in every erotic possibility. From historical settings where vampires move through high society to modern vamps you find at the all-night laundromat, these lusty men know how to hunt, whether for love or just a midnight snack.

Mixing stories by gay male authors like R. R. Angell and Bob Panadero with some of Ravenous Romance's stars of m/m romance like Keta Diablo and Ryan Field, Boys of the Bite gives every reader plenty to get his or her blood pumping.

Contributors & stories include:

Wanting Needing Having by R. R. Angell

To Be Beloved by Pepper Espinoza

Lost in Translation by TammyJo Eckhart

The Love of a Faithful Servant by Teresa Noelle Roberts

The Cold Color of the Heart by Eric Del Carlo & Amber Jayne Dodd

The Sin Eater's Prince by Keta Diablo

The Conservative Dark by Connor McKay

The Last Brother by Ken Panadero

The Devil's Half Acre by Ryan Field

VAMMP: Conquering Dissension by Bryl R. Tyne <--- Moi ;)

Read an excerpt Buy the book!

Two Lips Reviews Anniversary Scavenger Hunt

2009-07-31T10:59:00.000-04:00

Starting today through August 31st, find all the Two Lips’ icons on participating sites!

For the rules and a pic of what you’re looking for Click here!

BEST UNSPOKEN Reviewed by Lily

2009-07-27T14:49:00.001-04:00

Always wonderful to start the week with an insightful review of one of my books. Lily, at I Love Books, posted a very insightful review of BEST UNSPOKEN. I’m extremely happy that she enjoyed the story and came to understand my characters, Levi & Rob.

Lily says about BEST UNSPOKEN, “I really enjoyed this story. The plot is simple without being boring, it’s solid and well-written, the characters are interesting and the sex is hot. My favorite part is at the end, when we witness the true depths of the bond between Levi and Rob. Despite all outward appearances, their relationship is solid, built on love and trust, and Levi’s rediscovery of that makes for a wonderful ending to this story.”

And then goes on to highlight one of my favorite parts of the book…My mother hadn’t a clue. Rob was neither jealous nor controlling. My friends were so wrong. This was how we discovered each other’s needs, filled each other’s desires. Our communication was best unspoken.

Always.

Read the full review here!

I hope my readers understand how much it mean to me to get such a thorough review of my work. I can’t thank Lily enough. Happy Monday, All!

When life Gets in the Way...

2009-07-08T09:32:00.003-04:00

I blogged today at my author site bryltyne.com

Would love to know what you have to say on a timeless question, we authors have all faced at one time or another during our careers... What do you do when life interferes with your plans, your agendas, as writers?

When Life Gets in the Way... Stop by and leave me a comment :)

~Bryl

Invite & Chance to WIN!

2009-07-06T22:42:00.004-04:00

I will be over at the Love Romances Cafe group http://groups.yahoo.com/group/loveromancescafe with my fellow Noble Romance Authors tomorrow evening (Tuesday, July 7th). The chat is only from 7 -11 pm EST, and I thought I'd give you all a heads up. Jill, our publisher told me to hold 3 contests for Noble in those few, short hours.

You could win *your choice* of any Noble Romance book (available in multiple eBook format)!

YOUR mission, if you choose to accept it, is to stop by a peruse Noble's selection of erotic romances tomorrow morning http://nobleromance.com then meet us at LRC group chat tomorrow evening and watch for the contests!

Pity if you show up only for the prizes though. I mean, I'm going to be there! Y'all wouldn't dream of missing that now, would you?

Yeah, yeah, I already know. You don't HAVE to say it...

Anyway. If you CAN and WANT to stop by LRC and meet some GREAT authors tomorrow evening. I invite you to take a few moments from your hectic day/night and drop on in on us. We'd be delighted to see you there!

Noble Romance Author CHAT
where: Love Romances Cafe group http://groups.yahoo.com/group/loveromancescafe
when: Tuesday, July 7th @ 7 - 11 pm EST

Hope to see you there! (psst...Don't forget to try for the prizes )

Ignited available TODAY!

2009-07-04T13:22:00.002-04:00

Fireworks in Orlando-the crowds, Val’s attitude, the unbearable Florida humidity…Can Kendra survive the heat? When public make-up sex inside the prop room of a local art studio turns into an excursion of mind-blowing group sex, Val shows Kendra fireworks like she’s never experienced! Special content: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Transsexual, Anal

Ignited

by Bryl R. Tyne

Available TODAY ~ Noble Romance Publishing

TGIF Interview up at Amanda Young's Blog!

2009-07-03T10:28:00.001-04:00

http://www.amandayoung.org/2009/07/03/tgif-interview-bryl-r-tyne/

I was interrogated and loved it! Please stop by and leave me a comment. I'm anxious to hear your thoughts!

Hot July Read - Carnal Cravings by Keta Diablo

2009-06-30T14:21:00.005-04:00

CARNAL CRAVINGS

By Keta Diablo

Buy From Dark Roast Press

http://www.darkroastpress.com/cravings.php

http://ketadiablo.blogspot.com

http://ketaskeep.blogspot.com

http://www.twitter.com/ketadiablo

BLURB:

Craven and Anthony find themselves in a cauldron of trouble while spying on Beresford Hall. A man in a black hood has routed them while they spied, and now he’s escorted them to the manor and secluded them in separate rooms.

One thing haunts Craven, the ice-blue eyes behind the hood and Anthony’s words, ‘Only one man possesses such eyes . . . Dominic Beresford, the most magnificent creature God ever breathed life into.’

Ignited trailer!

2009-06-29T11:44:00.005-04:00

Got my trailer for my upcoming release, Ignitied!

Dreamspinner Press contracted PULL!

2009-06-28T18:38:00.002-04:00

Got a surprise in my email last night, a contract for my short story, PULL. DSP says it’ll be out in September.

Here’s a teaser for you too impatient to wait.

PULL by Bryl R. Tyne

Synopsis:

Nineteen years old, disowned, and stripped of family funds, Charles (Chaz) Miller is just trying to survive the scorching summer heat on the streets of Charlotte, North Carolina. Good thing he’s got skills, considering he’s landed himself a noteworthy and steady john. How was he to know his new interest is one of Charlotte’s finest, Vice Detective Christian (Chris) Conley? Unknown to Detective Conley, the sting’s been bumped up a day. With Chaz on his knees in the park men’s room on the last day of Conley’s vacation, Conley must think fast when vice storms in unscheduled. With the help of his attorney sister, pro bono, Conley and his sister use their pull to land Chaz a shot at redemption through Mecklenburg County’s new prostitute rehabilitative program. Who’s teaching whom, when Chaz discovers his mentor for the next six months is Detective Conley?

IGNITED coverart has arrived!

2009-06-27T16:41:00.005-04:00

Val & Kendra are back at it again, and as usual, they have few qualms about public sex... Check out my new cover! Click on the title or Here to join my group and leave a comment about the cover for a chance to win a copy! July 4th is the deadline for entries. Anxious to hear your what you have to say. :)

Glbt Writers and Readers Launch Revolutionary Online Community - Free-Press-Release.com

2009-06-26T00:10:00.002-04:00

Glbt Writers and Readers Launch Revolutionary Online Community - Free-Press-Release.com

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I'm Featured at TRSBlue!

2009-06-09T12:16:00.001-04:00

Funny how these interviewers draw this crap out of us.

http://tinyurl.com/ng33g5

http://www.theromancestudio.com/blue/who5.php

Go ahead, check me out. You know you want to.

Sneak Peak EXPOSED, by Bryl R. Tyne

2009-06-03T11:13:00.006-04:00

My contribution to the NERDVANA Anthology coming out this FALL from STARbooks Press...

Geeks Rule! Don't they?

What is it about them we love? The mystery? The quietness? Their brains? Their Converse Sneakers (TM)? No. It's got to be those B.C. glasses, yeah, that's it!

My story, EXPOSED, in the NERDVANA Anthology is coming Fall 2009 from STARbooks Press!

Blurb: Twenty-year-old, computer genius, Clay finessed his way up the ladder at Minsho’s Adult Software Development Company. Plugging away as Artificial Intelligence Specialist and two rungs from Lead Engineer, Clay’s intimidated by Minsho’s new hire, twenty-two-year old, Animation Engineer, Dave.

Dave’s flirtatious nature leaves Clay longing for more than just words and subtle touches though. Warring a mountain of debt, compliments an ex-lover, and focused on earning a promotion, Clay finds battling his feelings for Dave hardest of all. Dave discovers Clay’s ulterior motive saved on his desktop - a hot man-on-man bedroom game, featuring none other than him and Clay. Is Clay using their sex life to cash in on the underground market? Will Clay expose his feelings and his reasons before it’s too late to save their new relationship?

Unedited Teaser:

"Well, are you coming or not?" Becca asked as she wheeled her chair under the desk and picked up her bag. Clay hoped to avoid the inevitable by pretending ignorance. However, Minsho would never buy that excuse, especially after their earlier conversation. Besides, if it meant finding favor…he hated caving in—being soft. "I'm not biking 3 miles to Raymond's. I don't think so. Have a nice—!"

Becca demanded attention as she whipped his chair around. "You're riding with me. So, quit being ridiculous." She yanked him to his feet.

"Let me shut down first for Christ's sake." Clay secured his station, hoisted his backpack, and reluctantly followed her. She seriously needs to get laid…I'm getting sick of this shit. Becca's twenty years old and single. Briefly, Clay wondered; then struggled to erase the revolting mental images. As she turned on to the street, Clay stared at his clunky twelve-speed chained near the door, calculating how many months he'd have to save for an upgrade.

***

This many bodies crammed into 4000 square foot must certainly be against fire code. Clay fascinated on the ceiling's beam structure as he shoved his way through the crowd, not willing to fall behind. How does she do it? He fumed. Restaurant patrons eloquently parted for Becca, yet they seemed hell bent on blocking his passage. As she disappeared into the sea of people, panic swept through him. His fear of crowds kicked in…Enochlophobia, the shrink told me. Yeah, whatever, I just need to stop, recompose…breathe. Inhaling slowly and adjusting his cap, he wiped the perspiration dotting his temples.

What the hell? He jerked his head toward the owner of the hand that rested on the small of his back. He met hazel eyes…devilish grin. Exactly the reason Clay hated public places. His tongue wet his bottom lip, as menace transformed into opportunity. The man's smiling face inches from his, Clay toyed with the sudden urge to kiss those full lips.

"Excuse me, are you lost?" the man asked. Even touching a total stranger, the man stood confident. Clay shifted to his right, and the comforting palm retreated.

"J-Just lost track of my friend for a minute," Clay managed to blurt out, tearing his gaze away and scanning the crowd.

The stranger smiled and held out his hand. "Dave Hansen," he said.

Clay pushed his glasses up before accepting the handshake. "Clay McCarthy."

"I'm lost myself," Dave said, "looking for a table of folks from Minsho Software."

"Oh, so…" Clay's eyes moved to Dave's hand, the one still holding his. Pulling it away, he wiped the sweat from his brow. "You must be the new guy. What's your specialty?" Not a threat, Clay assured himself as his eyes roamed the man's expanse…Another poser...noting the scuffed biker boots and faded jeans of his too-casual attire…Definitely not one of us.

"Oh, so you're with Minsho's?" Dave asked, with his smile widening into what Clay garnered something between sly and sinister. "I'm an animator. One of the best…So, I'm told."

"Artificial intelligence," Clay said, resolving it'd be a cold day in hell before he'd give Dave any recognition...

Keep an eye on the "What's New" page on my Site or join my yahoo group for the latest updates on all my stories!

Bryl R. Tyne
an author defying description
bryltyne.com

Pan-Rainbow Seas~Dive into something new...
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Pride Month Schedule

2009-06-02T11:04:00.002-04:00

Busy to slightly insane, with the possibility of sudden bursts of bewilderment…

Yes, and this is the upside of the forecast. When once Summertime meant, I pitched a tent in the mountains, lounged along the bank–pole cast, or spent a lazy, BBQ filled afternoon with friends and family, I now work…to be a child again.

So much for daydreaming.

Yay! It’s Pride month! Ugh! I’m busier than I’ve been in awhile. Hang with me, check me out, stop by, leave a comment, tell me what sucked about my latest book. Whatever, just find me online if you have time. Anyway, here’s my June agenda-to-date:

JUNE Featured Authors @ The Romance Studio Blue — ME! (I’m 1 of many) Drop by anytime this month!

Tuesday, June 2 - I and other authors from Phoenix Rising Promotions will be at Author Raine Delight’s Yahoo Group

Wednesday, June 3 - I join my fellow authors and friends from Noble Romance Publishing at PromoPRP Yahoo Group

Friday, June 5 - Phoenix Rising Promotion managers & Authors celebrated GAY Pride at Beth Wylde’s Yahoo Group

Tuesday, June 16 - Guest Author on Author Raine Delight’s Blog

Thursday, June 18 - Noble Romance Authors at PromoPRP Yahoo Group

Somewhere in the chaos, I graduate. I can finally wave that BS degree, that 40 thousand dollar scrap of paper that now, PROVES to the world that, which I’ve been trying to convince them of for years--I KNOW what I’m talking about.

And don’t argue about the number of candles on my cake. I’m only as old as I feel–Yes, I must endure another birthday celebration also. Dread.

Anyhoo…If you can, come celebrate June, Gay Pride, Pride Month, MY Month with me. Hope to see you there!

~Bryl

Join my group — Pan-Rainbow Seas…Dive into something new!

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Interview, chat, & a new group!

2009-05-21T12:13:00.002-04:00

I swear, one of these days I'll get back on track with my writing. Today, along with my fellow authors from Noble Romance, I'll be in & out of the promoPRP group, offering you all a spanking good time. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PromoPRP/

One brave friend let me interview her. Raine Delight posted my Interview with a T-Girl today on her blog. http://authorrainedelight.com/blog/ Please stop by and leave a comment.

Below, you'll find the link to my new yahoo group. I'm hoping to make it a place for all authors. Here's the idea: "Authors and Readers, this group is designed to be as inclusive as possible. So, no matter your gender, your genre, your taste in sensuality, or your sexuality, you are welcome here."

You can talk books, talk ideas, talk trash, or lurk, I'm open. So, dip your toes into the Pan-Rainbow Seas if you wish. Pan-Rainbow Seas~Dive into something new...

IDAHO 2009: One Voice, One Message, Heard Around the World

2009-05-18T08:27:00.002-04:00

Best Unspoken now Available at Noble Romance!

2009-05-01T14:23:00.002-04:00

Sometimes love is Best Unspoken...

Best Unspoken

by Bryl R. Tyne

Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing

Line: Naughty Nibble

Best Unspoken (c) Bryl Tyne 2009

Blurb:

Twenty-five year old social butterfly, Levi Finley couldn't be more mismatched for his middle-aged, introverted counterpart, biomedical tech, Rob Langston. What happens when two so utterly opposite men come together? Besides the hottest sex in Levi's young life? Throw in one opinionated mother, misunderstanding friends, and one hell of a birthday party at the wildest, gentleman's gentlemen club in town, and friction, a notch above wild, is bound to ensue. Will Levi allow doubts to destroy their relationship? Not if Rob has any say in the matter. But that might not be as easy as it sounds, considering Rob's preferred communication is always best unspoken.

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Excerpt:

No matter how I struggled, Rob refused to release me. Without a word, he marched to the valet's station, demanded his key, and located his car-all with me in tow. After unlocking the passenger door and yanking it open, he shoved me toward the seat. I'd never experienced an angry Rob. Despite wanting to inform him of the bruises he inflicted, or scream about the humiliation he'd brought upon me in front of my friends, for the first time in my life--I was speechless.

As we exited the lot, my insides warred. Hurt? Pissed? Maybe I was in shock. Every inch of my body felt numb. I stared out the window. Never had I seen him like this. I should've gotten out when he walked around the car. Why'd I just sit here?

I glanced his way. Jaw tight, his teeth ground a frightening rhythm as he focused on the highway. Had I provoked him to physical rage? "Rob, where--?"

His cool, hazel-green eyes had mutated into a fiery, burnt orange gaze that he cast in my direction. Any moron should've recognized the intent behind that glare. He didn't have to add his thoughts, but he did. "Shut. Your. Mouth."

I did. And kept it shut throughout the twenty-minute ride.

Under the eve of a shanty, ma and pa roadside motel, Rob slammed the shifter into park and exited the car. Why didn't I run?

My door whipped open. Rob stood glowering.

"Here." He slapped a room key into my palm as he hauled me from the car. "You're a ball of energy tonight. Find the room on foot."

I stared.

He pointed to the right of the lobby.

I followed the sidewalk in the direction he'd instructed. Maybe I should've listened to Mom? I could turn around, bolt for the lobby, call the police. It'd take Rob a good minute to get out of his car and chase me down. I stood before room twenty-five as he pulled the car into the space behind me. Still, plenty of time to make a break. In a daze, I unlocked the door and stepped into the room.

The slamming of the car door and the clunk of the room door registered as my mind reattached to reality. I recognized the dead bolt click. "Rob--"

Air left my lungs, and I dropped the room key to the carpet as he twisted me around and pressed me against the wall. Pinning my arms above my head, he covered my mouth with his.

Tracing the seam of my lips, his tongue enticed my mouth open. He teased just inside my upper lip, retreated, and closed his mouth over mine without entering. Christ, I love when he teases. He backed away, jagged amber outlining a now calmer green in his eyes. His salt and pepper sideburns accentuated high cheekbones, as his gaze followed his hand roaming down the front of my suit pants. He paused, palm over the pulse behind my fly, and his eyes met mine. "You want me to talk more do you?"

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2009-04-22T08:31:00.006-04:00

Honor National Humor Month!

2009-04-02T13:39:00.003-04:00

The Long and the Short of It is celebrating National Humor Month

Celebrate with LASR/WC and 30 romantic comedy authors!

Every day an author will be giving away a prize -- all you need to do is visit their site via the link provided and find a specified object or answer to a question

(listed below the table of participating authors).

Check back daily for your clue!

SPECIAL THANKS TO OUR HUMOR MONTH SPONSORS!
4/1 Victoria Blisse
4/2 Christy Tillery French
4/3 Catherine Wade
4/4 Vivi Andrews
4/5 Robin Glasser
4/6 Phyllis Marie Campbell
4/7 B. H. Dark
4/8 Ann Lory
4/9 Sylvia Shults
4/10 Jami Davenport
4/11 Lena Austin
4/12 Robin Kaye
4/13 Linda Wisdom
4/14 Jennifer Johnson
4/15 Judi Fennell
4/16 Patrice Wilton
4/17 Michele Hart
4/18 Jennifer Shirk
4/19 Charlotte Chalmers
4/20 Elizabeth Rose
4/21 Marianne Arkins
4/22 M. K. Trent
4/23 Michelle Moncou
4/24 Kari Thomas
4/25 Bryl Tyne
4/26 Rowena Cherry
4/27 Amber Polo
4/28 TBA
4/29 TBA
4/30 Libby Malin

Contract for BEST UNSPOKEN!

2009-03-31T21:13:00.004-04:00

HELL YEAH! Noble Romance sent me a contract for my short story, BEST UNSPOKEN!

For the too-curious-to-wait crowd, here's a blurb:

Twenty-five year old, social butterfly, Levi (Levi) Finley couldn't be more mismatched for his middle-aged, introverted counterpart, head biomedical tech, Robert (Rob) Langston. What happens when two, so utterly opposite men come together? Besides the hottest sex in Levi's young life? Throw in one opinionated mother, misunderstanding friends, and one hell of a birthday party at the wildest, gentlemen's gentlemen club in town, and friction, a notch above wild, is bound to ensue. Will Levi allow doubts to destroy their relationship? Not if Rob has any say in the matter. But that might not be as easy as it sounds, considering Rob hates wasting words.

Are You a Promo Queen (or King)?

2009-03-25T10:39:00.001-04:00

If not, you don't want to miss this!

NRP Author Bryl Tyne & the managers from Phoenix Rising Promotions are hosting a Marketing & Promotions question/answers forum at Noble Romance Readers and Writers Group Saturday, March 28th.

Time: Noon EST - until they're too pooped to party!

They will be answering questions and giving free information on the following:

1. The importance of Branding
2. Exposure, Exposure, Exposure: The science behind social networking
3. Promotion "Best Practices" & Author/Reader interaction
4. Where do I promote? Are there specific/better places to promote the various Genres/Heat levels?
5. Who are Phoenix Rising Promotions? What can they offer me, the author? Learn about PRP's economical solutions to online promoting!
6. Do I have what it takes to be a Promo Queen (or King)?

Browse last week's insightful lessons on making Book Trailers, among other promoting tips from NRP Author Lex Valentine. No cost to you. Absolutely FREE! Join the group today. And show up Saturday March 28th, NOON EST. Participate in the discussions and be eligible to win one of many PRIZES: free books, free music, and even, some free services from Phoenix Rising Promotion Managers! Everyone Welcome...even you lurkers (yeah, watching, always watching).

Don't miss it!

We'd love to see you there!

Gareth Mason...This Dude can Dance!

2009-03-22T11:08:00.003-04:00

Always impressed to discover fresh talent (in more ways than one, but that's another story). Anyway, here's a short video featuring Garth Mason's appearance on the Graham Norton Show, and you wouldn't believe HOW this dude can dance. Shake it, Baby!

If I Were a Lady… Now Available at NRP!

2009-03-17T01:34:00.006-04:00

How do you tell your boss, a man as gorgeous and chivalrous as Jasper Elementary Principal Valerian Riche, no? That's quite all right. Fifth grade English teacher, Kendra Wright doesn't know the answer either. But wishes she did. For if her secret's revealed, she'll not only lose the attention she's craved for so long, but also her career.

Excerpt:

"Kendra, let me explain."

I unfolded my arms and clenched my hands into fists at my side. Wrong answer. Livid-no, beyond livid-I whirled around screaming. "Shut your damned mouth until you know why I'm angry with you!"

The louder I yelled, the faster he retreated. My fury halted only when he did. With his legs backed against the oak desk, his hands curled over its edge, him leaning as far back as possible without toppling backward, me, leaning over him, I stopped. Everything stopped-my rant, Val's movements, my ability to breath, and time.

I fixated on his less-than-confident bottom lip, wanting nothing except another taste, his touch . . . . The whites of his eyes grew, but he didn't blink as I kicked his feet apart, straddled a leg, and hovered inches away from him.

One finger between his collar and tie, I loosened it from his neck and edged the knot down the tie's length. Our mutual silence balanced on matching stubbornness. I slid the tie through his stiff collar and pulled it free, catching a lightening quick streak of trepidation in those marble-black eyes. From the mist collecting above his brow, I figured he probably hoped I hadn't noticed.

I straddled him, hovering less than an inch above his thigh. My skirt bunched higher as I closed the distance until I was sure we exchanged breath. "You want to kiss me, don't you?" I lifted his right hand and cinched the quickly lineman-knotted tie around his wrist.

Anticipation danced in his eyes. Yet he remained as stone when I changed position with a hike of my leg. He thought his will stronger than mine. I pressed between his parted thighs and wiggled until I loomed inches from his chest. Lifting and moving his free hand to join the other, I secured his wrists behind him.

His push upright ended with me pressing my forehead in defiance at a hardened pec. I held my post and moved quickly to unfasten his belt and pants. The shifting muscles in his chest told me he worked hard to stifle a chuckle. He thought he had me, and almost did, as my inhale carried his fresh-pressed scent to delight my palette.

"Do you like it like this, Val?" I stepped back, tossed him a seductive gaze, and withdrew the belt from his pant loops.

His lapels reached higher with each breath, but I received only a twitch of his right brow in response. I kicked off my shoes, lowered myself to my knees, shoved his feet together, wound the belt twice around his ankles, and buckled it tight.

As I hesitated, my fingers dawdling on the clasp of his pants, he whispered my name. I jumped up, straddled his bound legs, and leaned in for the kill. The tips of our noses brushed. Our eyes locked in a battle stare. "Tell me you like this, tell me you want it."

With my crotch brushing over his clothed erection, I slid my tongue across the seam of his lips, accentuating the velvety touch of my words. "Say it."

A single bead of sweat trickled along his rough cheek. I grabbed two fistfuls of hair and pulled him closer. I licked a trail from his chin to the bridge of his nose before ghosting my painted lips over one set of lashes. "You like?" My words floated as smooth as my breath, as soft as the wisps of lashes at my lips.

I lost my grip and stumbled backward as he reared upright with a start. "For God's sake, Kendra! Suck my goddamned dick!"

Get your copy here!

The Divas E-Book Challenge 2009

2009-02-15T00:27:00.005-05:00

Wrong Trousers

Bryl R. Tyne

A Romantic Comedy with a smidgen of man love, a dash of erotica, and a generous helping of absurdity

Contribution to the 3^rd Annual Romance Divas E-Book Challenge

Josh Morgan, two grand in pocket. Dave Tanner, a hot guy, along for the ride, who values comfortable jeans as much as Josh does.

Life couldn't get any worse.

Where did Dave disappear to wearing Josh's money-laden jeans? Why is Dave's phone number not in service? "What do you mean, his name's not Dave Tanner?"

Download free E-Book, CLICK HERE!

For all Authors of GLBT Romance

2009-02-02T14:12:00.003-05:00

With her permission, I'm sending on this message from Laura Baumbach of MLRPress

Permission to forward to interested parties.

Authors of GLBT romance,

I truly believe to achieve recognition for our genre within RWA we have to be a part of the official process and take part in the organization at a professional level. A few of us within the genre have created a google group to gage the interest in our community for support in establishing a GLBT RWA Chapter. Goals for this chapter include establishing a place to for authors of GLBT to network, learn more about what is happening in the romance industry concerning our genre, provide support and education for the authors, create a place for publishers and agents to reach the authors of this genre more easily, create workshops geared toward our writing needs, and possibly even organize writing
contests at some point down the line. These are only a few of things we can accomplish together.

If you write GLBT romance and are interested in creating and supporting a chapter that focuses on the GLBT romance genre please consider joining the group so that the degree of interest can be assessed.

You do have to be a member of RWA to belong to a special interest RWA chapter but for now, we just want to see if there is sufficient interest to warrant the large effort of creating, maintaining and promoting the chapter. Whether you belong to RWA, are thinking of joining the RWA or
just want to know more about the possibilities, please consider clicking on the link below and joining us for discussion.

http://groups.google.com/group/rwa_rainbow_romance_chapter?hl=en

sincerely,
Laura Baumbach

What's Your Erotic Personality?

2009-01-22T00:47:00.004-05:00

I took Sage Vivant's Erotic Personality Quiz and discovered I'm a Risk-Taker!

What is your Erotic Personality? Find out now.

Risk Taker?

Okay, okay...I admit it. Sheesh!

Julia Serano: Cocky - No one says it better!

2009-01-10T21:36:00.003-05:00

What's life like for a transsexual? I've yet to find anyone who describes it better or with as much passion as Julia Serano. Here she is, reading her word piece, Cocky.

Book Review: Spine Intact, Some Creases

2009-01-02T12:55:00.003-05:00

Spine Intact, Some Creases

by Victor J. Banis

reviewed by Mykola (Mick) Dementiuk

"Holding hands in the darkness at the movies could be an intensely erotic experience."

I was maybe 15 or 16 years old and sneaking into various Times Square movie houses. Did it in through the back doors on 41st or 40th Streets, with someone leaving and me sneaking in; occasionally, I'd meet the brute of a man who simply refused to let me in and slammed the door after he left. But such a prim and proper disciplinarian was rare and I'd get in for free, most of times, with some hurrying-away movie viewer fading out of sight. I'd go in and watch a western or a war-entrenched movie and feel good afterwards. This was years before rampant sex tore through the area...And as I'd sit there, watching some battle with Japanese or Germans or some cowboys fleeing from the sheriff, I'd grow alert when someone sat down in a vacant seat next to mine. Mostly an older man, yet occasionally someone just a little older than I was; who was hoping and looking for some company...or so I thought.

These trysts never did go any further than mere holding hands and looking dreamily at each other, but after an hour or so I'd say, "Be right back..." and hurry off, pretending I was going to the bathroom or concession stand when really I was disappearing into the 42nd Street crowds. I think maybe it was four or five times that happened and I'd leave, still erect, and wander my way home where I masturbated for weeks on end with that cowardly memory...Why did I run? Why was I so horny and hot after?

I often thought of those anonymous faces over the years, those tricked, led-on, abandoned and forgotten so despicably and shamefully, when a single line in Victor Banis' book brought it all back, "holding hands in the darkness at the movies could be an intensely erotic experience..."

How many times did I pass by the theaters in my later years and remember holding hands, feeling myself protected and cared for when all of a sudden that old fear came back to and I so stupidly faded off in to the crowds? Too many, too many...way too many...

Victor J. Banis, whose bibliography at the end of the book is amazing, --and boy, the wealth of material he has produced under various names and guises is truly remarkable--has produced such a book, a book of memories and lost times gone forever with just a flicker of remembrance. And gratefully Victor Banis has done it all and tells us just how he came to do these things while playing a truly rich and rewarding life experience.

Banis explores the "loneliest of all minorities," --being gay in the straight world-- in the 1950s and 1960s when such tumultuous change loomed on the horizon. Back in the 1920s and 30s he notes, one didn't give much mind about one's sex yet in the 40s one paid attention since everyone was horny and hungry for it. But by the 50s it was frowned upon and put down, with yellow journalist Walter Winchell calling "a vote for Adlai Stevenson is a vote for Christine Jorgenson" until it exploded in the 60s coming out all decorated in vibrant drag, so to speak, --in 1968 it erupted in a tirade of protest-full celebration that was to become Stonewall, never to be the same again.

Banis begins his biography by becoming a writer of gay stories that were published in Switzerland and then under various names in America. His fame, or ill-fame, grew until it exploded in a suit brought against him and his publisher by the US Post Office for obscene material, and this at a time when the government was after Henry Miller and Barney Rosset and others. The suit against Banis was gratefully dismissed, after they dragged it as long as they could and Banis, in need of a break from the stupidity that has always been a part of American history, got that break by traveling across Europe, and seeing and experiencing Sweden, Switzerland, Italy and Franco's Spain.

Once back home, he did a book tour that took him across the country, meeting with Hugh Hefner and other stars in Beverly Hills, --Nina Foch, Elizabeth Montgomery, Natalie Wood, Linda Ronstadt amongst others. His neighbor at the time was Sal Mineo, who eventually was slain in a botched homosexual robbery.

But most of all was Banis' writing; as did it each and every day for 365 days a year then just started all over the next year and did it all over again...as he's still doing it. Among the many books he has written (under his name) The Why Not, Longhorns, Angel Land, Lola Dances among others, and under various nom de plumes a wealth of titles, for male and female readers alike.

As a writer he is truly amazing! Plus for other writers who are still undergoing the process of slow learning he recommends "On Becoming a Novelist" and "Art of Fiction" by John Gardner as required reading (I would add William Zinsser's "On Writing Well" also, it helped me.)

But most of all, Banis advises, write to suit yourself, in this way you'll be able to write what you want and sleep well at night...and the hell with what they have to say against you...

A well-worthy book, instructive and filled with memories of people, from Hollywood stars and starlets, to those who wrote for them like Victor Banis, writer extraordinaire...

Read it, ponder it, learn and write...write...write...

Permission to repost by Mykola Dementiuk, author of Vienna Dolorosa, Times Queer, Baby Doll, & Selected Tales

Enlightenment Lane 3

2008-12-30T13:03:00.004-05:00

My third trip along Enlightenment Lane, I discovered open mindedness was not for the weak of will.

The next four years of my young life were a blur. First, I was busted making out in my closet with a girl from the neighborhood then, a younger boy, on down the line to an older boy in my bed, and then a girlfriend from school. Shunned, bullied, and labeled a tramp, I miraculously acquired an actual steady boyfriend, only to find he cheated on me with his ex girlfriend's brother.

Forbidden to love whom I wanted, when I wanted, or how I wanted. With broken dreams, I reasoned running away would erase the mess I'd, unknowingly at the time, forged myself. At sixteen, I vowed to snare the next person that came along. Oh, and I snagged myself a real winner.

My first clue should've been when he slapped me across the face for teasing him, my second, when he beat the shit out of me for not empathizing with his ignorance to seek a dentist. And my third, when he, clad in cowboy boots, kicked his car full of dents, while ranting some insanity about "No one cares about him," but no. I was too young, too pissed, too desperate, and by the time I realized all that, I was pregnant.

Broken and beaten, the last of my remaining self and will severed, I resigned to him and his convoluted ways. Dressing, walking, talking, eating, and fucking like the "lady" I should have been. Over the course of thirteen years, I believed his every word, took to heart, his every command, and shamelessly struggled to rid myself of my demon and its wanton behaviors. All, with his carefully guided fists and twisted logic to keep me on the straight and narrow.

Enduring life with the devil, I was blessed with three beautiful children, the most diplomatic way to state the fruits of an unwanted, and most often then, an unwelcome union. With age, came a touch of wisdom. At twenty-nine, I faced my forty-something image in the mirror. "Just who's the crazy one here?"

Pretty much goes without saying that he was, of course. But, my answer to myself differed little from the numerous times I'd gazed upon my reflection. I knew my impulsiveness, selfishness, and insatiable desires had left a trail of misery for all involved. For my entire life had been formed through my unhealthy relationships. At the expense of others, I'd sought a definition, an identity, recognition that a person can only afford him- or herself. I realized for the first time in my life, I had to fix me. When he refused to listen, I followed my instinct. I tried having the best of both worlds. When meeting needy spouses in rented motel rooms under aliases and carrying on trysts in the gym parking lot were discovered, once again...I ran.

Running from him was little different from when I reasoned avoiding my hometown would solve my woes. Labeled a whore, a tramp, and admittedly, I was. I took on numerous counseling sessions - anger management, rational thinking classes, and countless group therapies for depression and anxiety, to name a few. All while maintaining a full-time job, running my own business, attempting to earn my GED, frequenting the clubs every free night, regrettably disrupting a relationship or two with my wanton carelessness, and somehow managing to pay child support, faithfully. The while, I argued relentlessly, as my councilors tried to convince me of my sanity.

I wasn't crazy? Well, that was news to me. Thankfully, I had one councilor patient enough to help me lay it to rest.

"That's impossible. You know the mess I've created throughout my life. If I'm not crazy, then what am I?" I asked.

"Who are you?" she asked.

God, I hated playing the sounding board game, especially that line. "I don't know. I don't fit in anywhere, no matter how hard I try."

"You shouldn't try. Not everyone fits into a category. In fact, most people don't," she said.

"Right." Easy for her to say. Miss prim and proper, married, sexy-as-hell for a fifty-something year old, lady. And, I told her so too.

"What do you want to be known as?"

What the hell kind of question was that? Suddenly, the sounding board game seemed more palatable. It took me some time to think about an answer to that one. I didn't want to be a lady, by any means. But could I reveal to the world how I felt? I eventually answered. "I want to be known as, a person who is dependable, kindhearted, and a hard worker."

"That's it?" she asked, and I nodded. "But, you already are all those things. I don't see the problem."

I looked away, unable to admit the rest. The risk felt overwhelming. Instead of pushing the issue, she enlightened me with her life story-which I will not elaborate because of the personal nature. Point being, both of us tugged at the last tissue in the box by the time she'd finished.

"So...You'll understand if I tell you I feel like a man trapped inside this body? That, "cheerleaders" and the like make me nauseous and I feel like a drag queen when forced to wear a dress? That, I don't understand how women think, or how they feel, or shopping, or the desire to domesticate things in the slightest? That, I hated every second of being pregnant, though I love my kids? And, that I view men as intellectual equals? That, I pitted myself against the every intelligent boy in school, equaling their math and art skills, coming in a close second in science, and ranking higher in every other subject, including drafting and shop, and would've joined the football team if allowed?"

"What I don't understand," she said, "is why, if you view women as you do, why you're willing to have sex with them."

Even I had a chuckle at that statement. Right then, I'd realized I was not only a man, but a sexist man...Sheesh. "Truth is...it's always been easier for me to woo women into bed. Given my desire for sex, well it kind of goes without saying I'd take whatever's available, no?"

"But, if you'd rather have a man-"

"The men who want me aren't what I'm after. I don't want to be some man's sex object or wife, but I don't want a man who is a wimp either. Anyway, the size of my balls scares the hell out of the ones I'm attracted to, figuratively speaking. I guess I intimidate them."

"Well, who are you then?" she asked, looking a tad agitated.

"I guess, I'm...just me."

She ended the session with a hug. "You won't need to make another appointment. Have patience and just learn to accept yourself."

That's it? Well, her simple act of empathy helped me understand there are probably no two people alike and I am special, just because. Her kindness also helped me to recapture my will. I left her office anticipating where my journey would lead next, but wondering if I'd ever be accepted, just for me.

Disclaimer: Any names used in this series are purely fictional to protect the privacy of all involved.

Book Review: VGL Male Seeks Same

2008-12-09T13:39:00.009-05:00

VGL Male Seeks Same
Rick R. Reed
Contemporary Erotic Romance
ISBN: ISBN 978-1-60272-430-3
Amber Quill Press

Recommended for all romance lovers!

Have you ever reached the point where you faced the mirror and pondered, “Maybe I’m destined to be alone?”

Summary: Ethan has, and yet, he finds no solace in accepting that as his fate. Lifestyle choices only exacerbate his loneliness. For even though he’s pushing middle age, he’s far from having a face only a mother would love. Ethan could frequent the bars or clubs and, from the variety, pick up a nice-looking man to unwind his loneliness. Maybe for the night, a few days, a week, or maybe a few months, enjoy the company and waning affections of a stranger, all the while, hoping this one may turn into something more, but that’s not what Ethan wants. No, he longs for substance, compatibility, a special someone, who's in it for the long haul. A man, Ethan can feel comfortable around, a man with similar tastes, likes, dislikes, a man, whom perhaps someday, Ethan can fall in love.

After overhearing a coworker rambling on about an Internet hook-up site, Ethan begins to wonder if maybe his conventional methods of finding love are outdated, maybe evolved. With trepidation, he recreates his personal best for the site and places himself on display in the virtual meat-market. Maybe he’ll find a man, unable to find what he seeks using conventional means, on the verge of declaring celibacy, taking a chance with this modern marketplace, in hopes of finding a man like Ethan.

When his honest portrayal fails to draw interest, his self-esteem in the balance, Ethan reasons, a touch of dishonesty might be okay. Thinking many of these virtual studs must be doing just that, besides, he’d never have to meet face to face. His fanciful decision pays off. One look at Ethan’s improved (fake) user pic, and he’s bombarded with propositions. Among those, Brian, a man with substance, a man possessing uncanny compatibility with Ethan, the man of Ethan’s dreams, resides. Mutual feelings abound, Brian making his intentions clear. Problem, one of those intentions involves meeting Ethan in person.

Review: We see a different side of Rick Reed, the horror writer, in VGL Male Seeks Same. In this contemporary romance, Reed proves his skill mapping emotion and inner workings of a lonely person in search of love, true love. While portraying loneliness often calls for angst, Reed artfully paints Ethan as realistic a person as any one of us.

Ethan, a man, who knows himself and what he wants, a personable man, who seeks same. Most can relate to this, as I did. With each new feeling, emotion, and reaction revealed, I found myself recalling when I had been there and done or felt, exactly as Ethan. Fully entwined with Ethan’s life, when Brian enters the scene, I found myself, once again, reliving my past – errs and poor judgment calls, along with the consequences.

Brian appears almost too good to be true at first, and he is, in his own way. Here again, Reed’s arsenal of skills shines, as Ethan and Brian embark on the rollercoaster ride of a budding relationship. Using realism and lighthearted humor, Reed illustrates his intended message – Know thyself, believe in who you are, remain determined in your dreams, and never give up hope – somehow, from somewhere, your prince will come bearing a love incomparable.

VGL Male Seeks Same is a realistic, yet lighthearted romance you will close with a knowing smile.

5 out of 5 stars

Holiday Cheer

2008-12-04T12:36:00.005-05:00

What can I say? I find beauty in many places.

The video is from 2006, but these guys from Indiana University's a cappella group Straight No Chaser are great!

Enjoy, and Happy Holidays all!

Straight No Chaser - 12 Days

Divisiveness of Labels

2008-11-23T22:37:00.010-05:00

I'm not comfortable with labels, never have been. Although others tell me that I fit somewhere within the GLBTQTQI... spectrum, where exactly, they find hard to define. To me, sexual identity, sexual preference, gender, who to love, how to relate, what, where, when, how...why, etc, etc...while all aspects of how we define ourselves, have little bearing on the whole of who I am, and hold no weight in whom I befriend.

Many time we find solace in the label, the brand, the belonging, the acceptance. We're all human. I can attest to the debilitating pain of loneliness as much as the next person can. Sadly, that abiding want shadowed my real need for many years. The need for self-acceptance.

Who or what am I? Where do I belong?

I am what I am. I am myself, and I belong wherever my feet wander. For I refuse to blindly follow, defy being led, and abhor the very fact that labels exist.

Human. Every one of us, with our inquisitive minds, always thinking, reasoning, seeking to define, to classify and sub classify, to put "things" in perspective...in their proper place. It's true. We're not happy until we've applied that label. Claimed. Owned?

Personally, I refuse to resign myself to definition. For the simple reason, I espouse to relativism, believing in an infinite time line, a perpetual movement to all life. Where, as long as I, you, we, and even they have breath, change will happen. Perspectives shift, such as anything kinetic. Albeit differently within the diversity of milieu, change is undeniable.

How can any one of us label another in midst of dynamics?

From what I've seen, labels have accomplished only division. My natural tendency as human is to embrace survival. But, with so many labels enhancing boundless divisions, basic needs, such as survival, are relegated troublesome at best, and at worst, near impossible.

However, possessing the same qualities as any human, I think, I reason, and I am most inquisitive. Regardless of my needs, it is that humanness I blame for my wonderment, my fascination, and my desire to search.

Seeking those of like mind, this past week I discovered an assortment of commentary on how people label themselves. While similar overall, none of the viewpoints identical. Yet, each of them solidify the never ending presence of change in all our lives, and most importantly, the relativity of perspective.

Rowan McBride posted an introspective blog on what it means to be, gender fluid.

Jessica Hoffman has a 2007 post on The Bilerico Project blog entitled, Why I Don't Do 'Bi'.

Nancy R. Nangeroni authors an informative article on gendertalk.com called, Transgenderism.

And, one of my all time faves...

Helen Boyd, author of the en/Gender blog in a delightful, 2004 repost by Elizabeth Cline on gender deconstruction.

While it seems as natural to label as to favor tastes in desserts, when was the last time you allowed someone else decide for you - your favorite flavor of ice cream, your desire for that second slice of pie, or your longing for anything, as long as it contained chocolate? Simply put, when was the last time you allowed someone to dictate, you?

In a world awash with divisiveness, surely we've progressed beyond derogatories or choosing sides, haven't we?

Rick Reed from the Heart

2008-11-17T13:19:00.003-05:00

(My Original Blog Post: http://bryltyne.com/2008/11/rick-reed-from-the-heart/)

Nothing is more touching than real stories from real people. People, like myself and I'm sure, many of you, who have "been there, done that, and sadly, got the t-shirt" whether we wanted it or not.

Horror writer Rick R. Reed said it best in his Myspace blog today. With his permission, I am reposting his enlightening piece. From his heart to yours...

Parallels: Coming Out and the Fight for Marriage Equality

The other day, I posted a YouTube video of commentator Keith Olbermann's wise, common sense, and compassionate words on marriage equality. His was one of the best arguments I've ever heard in a loud and often insane discourse on the topic.

But one part of his talk really shook me up and I haven't been able to get it out of my head, because it really hit home for me personally. It might have gone by too quickly for you to ponder, so this is what he said: "And uncountable in our history are the number of men and women, forced by society into marrying the opposite sex, in sham marriages, or marriages of convenience, or just marriages of not knowing, centuries of men and women who have lived their lives in shame and unhappiness, and who have, through a lie to themselves or others, broken countless other lives, of spouses and children, all because we said a man couldn't marry another man, or a woman couldn't marry another woman. The sanctity of marriage."

I am one of those people he's referring to. I can be counted. For seven years, from age 23 to age 30, I was a married man...in the kind of marriage that's legal in all fifty states. We had a son during that time. And we worked hard and created a life that was pretty much the American dream: the two car garage with attached house, the kid in kindergarten, the cute puppy, and the circle of straight friends who were pretty much like ourselves.

But what those straight friends, the child, nor the puppy knew, I was living a life "in shame and unhappiness." Make no mistake: I dearly loved my wife (and still do); my son was my world (and still is); those friends meant a lot to me (and some were even surprisingly supportive when this perfect-looking little world began to crumble). But I was living a lie. All of my friends were straight; my coworkers at my job were straight; my family of origin loved the son who was now a husband and father. And all the while, I was wrestling with these desires I naively assumed would go away when I married. I believed the Christian right's assertion that being gay was a choice...and that was the most damning belief of all. That belief messed up not only my life but the lives of people whom I dearly loved.

It took me a long time to accept myself for who I really was, to be brave enough to show the world my true face and say love it or leave it. And it took years to understand how I could have known something so fundamental to my very being and to not accept it.

I titled this blog with the word "parallels" and I think there is a parallel with my struggle to accept myself as a gay man and the broader fight the LGBT community are fighting as a whole.

See, the more I pushed myself down, the more I beat back the urges I couldn't deny, the more I tried to be someone I simply was not, the stronger, it seemed, that person beneath the mask became. That person behind the mask, with all the pain he was suffering as he was scuttled into the shadows of the closet, grew angrier and angrier and more despondent at being told: "No. You cannot be. You are sick and diseased and not worthy of the love you are now getting."

I think, in the end, a lot of that beating down (mostly by myself) only made the gay man behind the mask stronger, so that when he did finally come out of the closet, he was finally ready to accept himself and his new life, with all its own problems, pitfalls...and yes, joys. But it was his life...and not a life he thought society thought he should have.

I think the parallel to me personally and the larger fight going on now is that these setbacks, these right wingers beating us down and saying: "No. You cannot have what we have, even if we lose absolutely nothing by giving it to you" is making the whole community at large stronger, more mobilized, and more determined. With each beating down, we rise up stronger and more determined, just like my own gay self did, back when I hid from who I was. What these right wing haters do not realize is that their efforts are harming us only superficially: they are making us more willing to stand up and fight for what is right and what is ours. That little core, both inside a closeted person living a lie, and an oppressed community, can go only two ways: the first is to give up to despair and the second is to finally stand up and say: "There's nothing wrong with me. I am as deserving of love and acceptance as anyone else."

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