The Rainbow Awards 2014 are over, and I’m thrilled to announce The Dead Past was runner up for Best Gay Historical Romance!
From the Honourable Mentions:
~ “I was immediately hooked by the old-style English but perfect writing style of this first book of probably a series which I am going to definitely follow.”
~ “The author drew me completely into the setting to the point I felt like I was there.”
~ “A killer lurking in the shadows, traumatized man, blood, murder and homophobic people… It seems there is no place for love but the author managed to write a gripping love story. Love it!”
Hugo and Tommy are thrilled 😀
Reviews keep coming in for the Free Men series. Joyfully Jay, Love Bytes, MM Good Book Reviews, On Top Down Under (NSFW!), Sinfully Sexy, The Blogger Girls, Men Over the Rainbow, Helena’s Heat, and Diverse Reader have all given The Slave five stars!
And now for something completely different. This is the opening of my latest WIP (anticipated release January 2015), a contemporary romance between a children’s author and a building surveyor. Without further ado, meet Owen 🙂
I hadn’t wanted to be famous. Honestly. There I was, scribbling away in my little garret, the walls papered with rejection slips, a forty year old typewriter on my desk because I cared more about appearance than substance and somehow my cheap and cheerful little laptop didn’t set the right tone. I was a writer: I might never be rich or famous or far from the breadline but I was an artist, goddammit. I had a rep to protect.
So I’d sit far into the night, admittedly working by the light of a 60-watt bulb rather than a guttering candle, but I drank the coffee and smoked the cigarettes and dreamed of ending my days lounging, louche and indolent, sipping metallic red wine in a dark and dingy cafe on the banks of the Seine, surrounded by those who understood my artistic temperament and calling; those who asked no more of me than I strike the correct pose.
Saying I got bored of living off baked beans and freeze-dried noodles and sold out shatters the illusion, but that’s what I did. I went from being a skinny twenty-eight year old living in a poky flat on the cheap side of London to being a skinny twenty-eight year old with a couple of million in the bank in the space of a year.
I know, I know, I’m disappointed in me too—but fuck if I didn’t love it.
I can’t say that word now. Fuck. Can’t swear, can’t drink, can’t smoke. At least, I can’t be seen doing any of those things. Not in public. You think image management is limited to actors and tweeny pop stars? You’re wrong.
I was going to write the Next Great Novel, win the Booker Prize. I was going to be the Allan Hollinghurst of the Noughties. People were going to speak my name in hushed tones and the reviewers at the TLS were going to wank over my words.
I didn’t happen. I sold out. I wrote a fucking children’s book and it sold a bazillion copies.
It ruined my life.
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Marleen Kennedy · December 8, 2014 at 6:19 pm
CONGRATULATIONS on the second place.
CONGRATULATIONS on all the five stars; just the first of many more to come I’m sure.
CONGRATULATIONS on a wonderful sounding teaser. I’m very much looking forward to getting to know Owen better in the new year.
Kate Aaron · December 9, 2014 at 12:03 pm
<3 Thank you *insert Mugsy sticker here*
Allison · December 8, 2014 at 11:29 pm
Owen sounds fascinating, looking forward to getting to know him better!
Kate Aaron · December 9, 2014 at 12:02 pm
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