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Hard Act to Follow Playlist: Neon Trees’ Sleeping with a Friend by Kimber Vale








Hey, everybody! It’s me, Kimber Vale, back with another installment of my Hard Act to Follow inspirational tunage. Thanks ever so much to the lovely crew at It’s About the Book for hosting me during my tour. You put the ice in nice, and everyone knows life is better with ice. Except for maybe Germans. It’s like pulling teeth trying to get a cube for your soda over there.

So, I’ll admit that many of the songs on my playlist thus far haven’t been the shiny happy kind. Don’t worry. This one’s more upbeat than a mom of three on the first day of school. I give you Sleeping with a Friend by the ultra-fabulous Neon Trees. When my local radio station began playing this tune I was largely finished writing Kyrie and Greg’s book. The first time I heard it, though, I was thrilled to have found a song that was perfect for these two. I immediately had to look up the video and was even more excited by the lead singer, Tyler Glenn’s, utter adorableness, sharp attire, and mesmerizing moves. He publically came out within a few weeks of that, and I figured it was a sign from the heavens above; the absolutely perfect playlist song dropped into my lap. Every time it came on the radio, I’d smile thinking of my boys. I still do. I know Kyrie would dance his ass off to this song.

YouTube video for Sleeping with a Friend:


“Beer!” Kyrie came from Greg’s small kitchen with two fists full of Sierra Nevada IPA. “Last two— You need to do better, buddy.”

“I try not to keep a ton of alcohol—”

“Yeah, yeah. But this is why we never hang here.” Kyrie turned around, arms spread, still laden with pale ale. “And this…” He spun around. “Is so much classier than my dump. Game nights would be sweet over on the swanky side of town, bro.”

“I let you and the other riffraff over here every other week, and the swanky side of town just took a turn for the worse.”

Liar. You let Kyrie over here and he’ll drink too much and pass out on your bed. That’s why you avoid this shit—because you can always leave his place with your blue balls and your pathetic fantasies. But Kyrie here is a live hand grenade. Duck and cover.

“Catch!” Kyrie tossed the beer underhand, and Greg barely managed to grab it with uncoordinated fingers.

“Watch it!” Greg bent to set the beer on his glass coffee table, heart thumping for a thousand reasons.

“You deserve an exploded brew for that comment.” Kyrie popped his bottle cap with a keychain opener that screamed arrest me. He dropped his keys on the table beside Greg’s beer while looking up at him with an intense stare. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me lately? Tired of playing with the riffraff across town?” Kyrie smirked, but pain touched his voice and eyes.

“No, man. You know I’m busy as hell. I didn’t mean that about game night…”

“You totally did.” He narrowed his amber gaze at Greg. “Kilborne’s a slob, and he and Liv would lick your fridge clean. Their combined eating forces are the stuff of legend.”

“It’s weird. She does have an amazing appetite for a girl her size.”

“It’s her thyroid, lucky bitch. Big eyes and a stick figure. She looks like a freakin’ anime.”

Greg grinned, reaching for his beer as he sat heavily on the couch. He recalled its tumultuous state and set it back on the table.

Kyrie plopped down next to him, his knee brushing Greg’s despite the vacant cushion to the guy’s left. “Here. I said I was gonna get you good and drunk.” He took a quick tug and then pushed his bottle into Greg’s hand.

“I really don’t need it. I’m there.”

“You need something. To relax. Chill out. Live a freakin’ little. Something.” Kyrie knocked his knee into Greg’s and his hand slipped off the beer and fell onto Greg’s thigh.

“I’m… relaxed.” But the buzz was suddenly scattered by apprehension. Kyrie couldn’t be this close—touching him. Rubbing the inside of my goddamn thigh!

“Chug it.” Kyrie leaned over, his breath hoppy and sweet, his top lip still glistening from the last sip he’d taken. Greg sucked in a wavering inhalation.

The hand on his leg inched higher and squeezed while Kyrie grasped the glass over Greg’s fingers and led it to his lips.

“Drink up.”

Greg opened his mouth and managed to take a sip without choking, miracle of miracles.

“Good dog.” Kyrie grinned wickedly less than a foot from Greg’s face. He took the beer back and brought it to his own lips, the tip of his pink tongue darting out to lick the glass where Greg’s mouth had just been.

Greg almost whimpered as Kyrie sucked back a mouthful, his gaze glued to Greg’s the whole while.

Like porn when the chick maintains eye contact while giving head. Wonder if guys do that in gay movies. Despite the strange sexual attraction simmering inside him—the one that had him jerking off to visions of Kyrie way too often—Greg hadn’t had the balls to look for gay stroke films. He wasn’t even sure he’d find them appealing. He’d never even considered sleeping with men until Kyrie came along and flipped his world over like a sore loser tossing a board game.

All he knew was Kyrie’s puckered lower lip wrapped erotically around the bottle top. Paired with his gorgeous, almost challenging golden-brown stare, it sent a surge of blood to Greg’s dick so hot and fast it made him lightheaded.

“What are you looking at?” It was too close to Greg’s dream. Way too fucking close. And so was Kyrie. But instead of Greg reaching out and grasping nothing but ghost, Kyrie’s hand on his thigh pressed hard, real and reassuring. Instigating. It slid slowly inside and up while Kyrie lifted his eyebrows in question, his sweet mouth forming a tiny O that made Greg desperate to kiss him.

Greg tried to swallow, but the lump in the back of his throat didn’t move—wouldn’t allow for speech. He took a shallow breath that caught when Kyrie’s pinky wisped over his bulging cockhead. Kyrie placed the beer on the coffee table with his free hand while that little finger flirted over Greg’s ridge like it was reading braille. Reading Greg’s perverted mind through his khakis.

“Kyr—” he croaked.

“Shhh.” Kyrie leaned closer, a full hand stroking up Greg’s hard-on. “Don’t.” His lips skimmed across Greg’s, warm, soft, and tremor inducing. Greg inhaled sharply, maybe to work out a final cry for reason, but any remaining resistance fell away as Kyrie’s familiar scent overwhelmed him. Instead, he groaned as that knowledgeable hand squeezed him through his pants, and those seductive lips, a bare hint of stubble peppered above the upper one, touched down again to ply and cajole without words.


Kyrie is an actor with a physical aversion to telling lies, a one-eyed cat, and horrible taste in men. His ex-brother-in-law and best friend, Greg, harbors a secret crush he can’t shake. After denying his feelings for Kyrie for too long, Greg finally gives in to desire one drunken night. Come the morning, the facts get twisted. Kyrie pretends he doesn’t remember a thing—a lie that eats him alive—and Greg can’t stop thinking about how he screwed up the best thing in his life.

Before they can clear the air, Kyrie follows his dreams to New York City, but could he also be running away?

A mistake from Kyrie’s past detonates their silence, and Greg is forced to confront the man he loves. Is their new truth strong enough to support a relationship, or are they doomed to crumble under old fears? Their friendship could evolve into something a million times stronger, but maybe Kyrie’s act is just too hard for Greg to follow.

BioBeFunky_Stenciler_6K. Vale writes erotic romance of all stripes, from hot hetero to mouthwatering manlove. Find her MF work published under Kimber Vale. Come for the sex. Stay for the story. Stalk Kimber on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale, and check her site for updates, new releases, and freebies at The blog:

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Chasing Sunrise: Blog Tour


It’s About The Book is happy to be hosting Lex Chase for her blog tour for Chasing Sunrise. It’s the first in a new trilogy which is very different from her previous works.  Thank you, Lex, for stopping by!

Heya and howdy do! I’m Lex Chase and I want to give a big thank you to the ladies at It’s About the Book for hosting me today on the Chasing Sunrise Blog Tour!

Chasing Sunrise paranormal urban fantasy featuring people eating vampires that definitely don’t sparkle, Ancient Roman shifters, torture, war, genocide, and a love story that causes irrevocable consequences. It’s definitely not your standard fluffy paranormal. It’s dark, and leads readers to places that they never thought capable. Even Whit left this lovely review right here that sums it up.

BiancaOne of the interesting thing about her review that tickled me, as the mention of the supporting cast of these female warriors and how she liked them. This was music to my ears! The women in question are King Sevon’s royal guard, a sisterhood known as the Armigers. They actually outnumber the male characters in the book, so it was a concern of how women in an M/M book would be received.

The captain of the Armigers, Bianca, and her second-in-command, Chaney, are a pair very dear to me. They’re a devoted lesbian couple that have a story just as epic as Sevon and Jack. In Chasing Sunrise we only get brief glimpses of their love for each other, but in those glimpses I wanted to express that they have a love extends beyond time itself. They have such a deep love for each other that Sevon can only dream of one day reaching with Jack.

But there’s a twist with Bianca and Chaney. We learn through the Darkmore Saga is there is a concept of a Chrono and an awakened. The easiest way to break this down is a Chrono is what we’d consider a “Maker” and the awakened is the “progeny” according to popular vampire tropes. A Chrono is a giver of time that makes an awakened immortal, or… have all the time in the world as it were.

Also another aspect of being awakened, harkens to the belief that one is not truly awake and aware of the truths to the world when they were once human. I’m a huge philosophy nerd, and I essentially try to put the concepts in plain enough English that readers aren’t left scratching their heads and running to Google for wtf did I say? I am absolutely and constantly slipping this stuff in left and right on the downlow. In the case of the awakened and seeing the “truth of reality” is a very teeny tiny subtle reference to German philosopher Immanuel Kant being inspired by philosopher David Hume with the line that Hume had “awoken him from his long dogmatic slumbers.”

Short version: It’s cool, kk? 😀Chaney

In Chasing Sunrise we discover that for a Chrono and awakened to have a romantic relationship, it’s a punishable criminal offense. While centuries have passed, many are still quite close-minded to such a relationship. To earn Sevon’s trust, Bianca confesses to Sevon that Chaney is her Chrono and they are indeed lovers. Sevon, who is gay, at first finds this news absolutely scandalous and uncomfortable.

I enjoy the play of taking the “scandal” of a gay relationship, and twisting it into something else. Something else that readers of LGBT fiction would find familiar but unusual. We have read countless stories of gay relationships facing trials and dangers if they can truly remain together, and we’re aware it’s going to all be okay in the end.

But what about a trope where being gay isn’t the issue at all, but a certain social standing? Or a certain race of people? Or in the case of the Darkmore Saga certain species of werecritters, and immortals having relations with mortals (which is a whole other ball of wax.) It’s a trope that is interesting to explore beyond LGBT couples but straight ones as well. And it’s something where readers are not exactly truly sure if it’s going to work out for the best like they’re so comfortable in the standard LGBT relationship story.

Essentially, Bianca and Chaney serve as my own poster children for civil rights in the context of this series. And I hope M/M readers appreciate and want to learn more about their love story as well as Sevon and Jack. Because these ladies have weathered the storms of their relationship and they have become so diesel, they can and will rise to the occasion.




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Genre: Vampires, Werewolves/Shapeshifters, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, Fantasy
Series: The Darkmore Saga: Book One
Length: Novel
Published: July 25, 2014
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
ISBN: 978-1-62798-776-9
Buy: Paperback or eBook

Chasing Sunrise
The Darkmore Saga: Book One
On the Coastal Bend of Texas, a hidden kingdom called Darkmore lies in ruins, and King Sevon Maraté is trapped. Using Sevon as a mouthpiece and a scapegoat, Lord Dominic rules from the shadows. Sevon copes with the unrelenting abuse by dressing in women’s finery and casting an image of graceful nobility. Born of royal verkolai blood and as beautiful as he is lethal, he possesses the ability to part the Veil separating his world from hundreds of others. His gift is his chance to escape, but Dominic refuses to relinquish his tool for power. Dominic forges an ambitious plan to invade the prosperous land of Priagust. Only a select few know the mythic kingdom of shifters exists. Sevon is out of options for his people’s survival, and cooperating with Dominic is his only chance.

On their foray into Priagust, Dominic’s men kidnap and interrogate a shifter named Jack. Even under torture, Jack’s loyalty to his kind never wavers. But as Jack’s knowledge about Darkmore’s king and its history unsettles Sevon, a curious bond begins to form. Despite Sevon’s mistrust, Jack is determined to tame Sevon’s wild heart and perhaps earn his freedom. As invasion looms, Sevon wonders if trusting Jack will lead him into another trap or if he should forget about chasing the sunrise and remain Dominic’s compliant prisoner.

Chasing Sunrise Excerpt

A knock at the study doors startled Sevon, and the accompanying peal of thunder aggravated the situation. “Enter,” Sevon growled.

The door parted, and green eyes flickered through the dim lantern light. Sevon stiffened with the recognition that the emerald eyes belonged to Lady Bianca, the captain of the Armigers. Her skin was as white as paper and her makeup as black as calligraphy ink. Her lips were stained with obsidian glaze, her eyes rimmed in swooshes of kohl, and her jet-black Mohawk styled into a professional tail down the middle of her scalp. Bianca’s silver piercings, necklace chains, rings on every finger, and fashion sense were drawn from the human rock stars of the seventies. She was a punked-out rabble-rouser in the wrong decade.

“Your Majesty, if I may have a word?”

Sevon didn’t know what to make of her and the fact she would reach out so soon. He squinted, and something tickled at his memory like the haze of a dream.

“Do I know you?” Sevon asked as he tried to put her face onto a point of reference.

Bianca bowed her head. “Yes, Your Majesty. You were just a boy. My wife and I have very fond memories.”

Sevon smiled; Bianca seemed respectful at least. He prodded for more information. “Your wife? Is she here?”

Bianca was a handsome woman in the way Sevon was a beautiful man. Her smile was one of confidence and fearlessness. “Lady Chaney, Your Majesty. She’s my Chrono

The term hit Sevon with a thump to the chest. “Your Chrono?” he asked convinced he misheard her. He didn’t know what to say. He had never met another aisa that had such a taboo relationship.

Bianca smirked. She was testing him. It was impossible she could be lovers with her Chrono. “One of the many crimes I have willingly committed in my lifetime,” she said.

Sevon decided to hold this nugget of information in case the right opportunity presented itself. He nodded. “And now you are here to atone for your wrongdoings.”

“And perhaps guide His Majesty out of his own,” Bianca said.

He gauged her tone and noted the hint of compassion. Sevon was still suspicious. Dominic had insisted on letting the Armigers into the kingdom. Clearly, they were his allies.

Sevon didn’t respond but changed the subject instead. “You had something you’d like to say?”

Bianca stepped toward the window and held out a hand. “I hope His Majesty is aware that the people of Darkmore cannot survive like this,” she said in a low tone, as if she was warning a child. “I’ve caught up on the recent events of this kingdom. Just tonight, I’ve uncovered issues of repossessing the stockyards. And then burning noble homes in disagreement with the Crown to cinders? I’ll have you know Lord Unger was the ambassador of the king of Leiser Nachtwald, Darkmore’s connection to Eastern Europe. He has been our ally since before you were born. His king trusted Darkmore to have his best interests at heart. How do you think it appears to his king that Darkmore shows no mercy to Unger’s court and Unger himself?”

Sevon’s eyebrow quirked and his lips pressed into a thin line. He couldn’t tell Bianca the truth. He didn’t dare. Someone was listening somewhere, and the news would get back to Dominic. “Dominic says Leiser Nachtwald has nothing to offer us anyway,” Sevon expertly lied. He assumed an air of indifference and tried to throw Bianca off the trail.

Bianca straightened to her full height of six feet. She turned to face him, and there was no mistaking her doubt. “Oh really now? How can Lord Ravensgrove be so certain?”

“Because he is,” Sevon said, waving a hand. He glanced toward the window to keep from looking Bianca in the eye. If she could see him clearly, she’d catch him in his lies. “We have everything right where it’s supposed to be,” he said, injecting confidence into his voice.

Bianca frowned. “Have you even been listening? Rationing resources when it’s quite apparent the kingdom doesn’t have enough to go around to begin with? Assassinating people for having an opinion?”

Sevon stood and strode to the bookcase. Keeping his back to Bianca, he waved behind him. “Yes, yes, whatever. That’s all very small in the scheme of things.”

“By the fangs of my ancestors!” Bianca growled. “What are you talking about?”

Sevon scanned the bookcase, and his fingers flicked over the spines of the old tomes. He brightened when he found an antiquated atlas. He shouldered the gargantuan book off the shelf, then slammed it onto the desktop. Bianca danced back three steps as Sevon flipped to the proper page. He smiled in contentment at the continent spanning the two enormous sheaves of paper.

“There. Our new home,” Sevon purred in quiet reverence.

Bianca stepped toward the desk, examining the book. “Saionavora? The shifters’ land? It’s a fairy tale!”



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Lex Chase once heard Stephen King say in a commercial, “We’re all going to die, I’m just trying to make it a little more interesting.” She knew then she wanted to make the world a little more interesting.

Weaving tales of cinematic, sweeping adventure, epic love—and depending on how she feels that day—Lex sprinkles in high-speed chases, shower scenes, and more explosions than a Hollywood blockbuster. She loves tales of men who kiss as much as they kick ass. She believes if you’re going to going to march into the depths of hell, it better be beside the one you love.

Lex is a pop culture diva and her DVR is constantly backlogged. She wouldn’t last five minutes without technology in the event of the apocalypse and has nightmares about refusing to leave her cats behind. She is incredibly sentimental, to the point that she gets choked up at holiday commercials. But like the lovers driven to extreme measures to get home for the holidays, Lex believes everyone deserves a happy ending.

Lex also has a knack for sarcasm, never takes herself seriously, and has been nicknamed “The Next Alan Moore” by her friends for all the pain and suffering she inflicts on her characters. She is a Damned Yankee hailing from the frozen backwoods of Maine residing in the ’burbs of Northwest Florida where it could be 80F and she’d be a popsicle.

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Chasing Sunrise Tour Stops:

7/13 – Chris T. Kat – The Power of Androgyny

7/17 – Michael Rupured – Whispering for Help: Chasing Sunrise Goes Viral

7/19 – Lily Velden – Don’t Lose Your Way

7/20 – Jaime Samms – Screw Sparklepires! Meet the Aisa

7/22 – Aidee Ladnier – Were…what? Meet the Shifters!

7/24 – Grace Duncan – Walking the Runway with Sevon

7/25 – Chasing Sunrise Release Day!

7/26 – Shira Anthony – When Disaster Strikes: Natural Disasters in Fiction

7/29 – Dreamspinner Twitter Takeover with Charlie Cochet

7/30 – It’s About The Book – “I loved you before Nazareth.” Meet Bianca and Chaney

8/2 – Chat at the Dreamspinner Press Facebook Page

8/8 – Charlie Cochet – The Catharsis of Lovers Shirts

8/13 – Gay List Book Reviews – The Necessity of Brutality

8/16 – Tali Spencer – The Shape of Things to Come: Glass Moon