I posted these in Facebook but thought I’d post them here too. Pix from Kea’au, Hawai’i.
Today’s pictures: https://www.flickr.com/photos/44937629@N00/sets/72157652980045140/
One of many. Orchid from market.
Category: Heh
NSFW Friday Morning!
I was on a plane. So… skipped a shot. Bonus NSFW.
I like the playfulness of this shot. Just the sheer fun of it. I think sometimes that carries a photo. You can’t go wrong with laughter.
Black Dog Blues on Audible!
Look what’s up on Audible! Black Dog Blues, narrated by Greg Tremblay
http://www.audible.com/pd/Sci-Fi-Fantasy/Black-Dog-Blues-Audiobook/B00XRRQHYG
Ever since being part of the pot in a high-stakes poker game, elfin outcast Kai Gracen figures he used up his good karma when Dempsey, a human Stalker, won the hand and took him in. Following the violent merge of Earth and Underhill, the human and elfin races are left with a messy, monster-ridden world, and Stalkers are the only cavalry willing to ride to someone’s rescue when something shadowy appears.
It’s a hard life but one Kai likes – filled with bounty and a few friends and, most importantly, no other elfin around to remind him of his past. And killing monsters is easy. Especially since he’s one himself.
But when a sidhe lord named Ryder arrives in San Diego, Kai is conscripted to do a job for Ryder’s fledgling Dawn Court. It’s supposed to be a simple run up the coast during dragon-mating season to retrieve a pregnant human woman seeking sanctuary. Easy, quick, and, best of all, profitable. But Kai ends up in the middle of a deadly bloodline feud he has no hope of escaping.
No one ever got rich being a Stalker. But then few of them got old, either, and it doesn’t look like Kai will be the exception.
Gandy and Puppies
For those who were asking about the video…
Jacob Flores, everybody! Love this man and his new book, Spellbound!
Hi, everyone! I’m thrilled to be here at Rhys Ford. I have to tell you, I love this woman more than words can say. We first met in Albuquerque at GRL and shared an author-signing table. Since then, Rhys hasn’t been able to get rid of me. She is not only uber cool, but she has one of the biggest and kindest hearts I have ever had the pleasure of knowing and loving right back!
So thank you, Rhys, for being my friend and for letting me hop onto your blog.
Rhys Note: Jacob is lying. He’s a lying liar that lies. I stalk him. You can’t miss him. That smile is like having a star going nova right next to you.
I’ll be sharing a short 2-3 minute video reading from my upcoming release Spell Bound.
I hope you enjoy this small glimpse into this world of magic and men I have created.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_zG64tIPL0
Spellbound
Mason Blackmoor just can’t compete with his brothers, much less his father. They represent the epitome of black magic, strong, dark, and wicked, and though Mason tries to live up to his respected lineage, most of the spells he casts go awry. To make matters worse, his active power has yet to kick in. While his brothers wield lightning and harness the cold, Mason sits on the sidelines, waiting for the moment when he can finally enter the magical game.
When a dead body is discovered on the football field of his high school, Mason meets Drake Carpenter, the new kid in town. Drake’s confident demeanor and quick wit rub Mason the wrong way. Drake is far too self-assured for someone without an ounce of magical blood in his body, and Mason aims to teach him a lesson—like turn him into a roach. And if he’s lucky, maybe this time Mason won’t be the one turned into an insect.
Not surprisingly, the dislike is mutual and Drake does nothing to dispel Mason’s suspicion that the sexy boy with a southern drawl is somehow connected to the murder.
If only Mason didn’t find himself inexplicably spellbound whenever they are together, they might actually find out what danger hides in the shadows.
Buy Link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6425
About the Author
Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hard ass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.
Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse. When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his daughter. They both represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.
You can follow Jacob’s musings on his blog at http://jacobzflores.com or become a part of his social media network by visiting http://www.facebook.com/jacob.flores2 or http://twitter.com/#!/JacobZFlores.
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/jacobflores2/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5142501.Jacob_Z_Flores
Google Plus: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+JacobFlores9595/posts
Murder and Mayhem Preorder on DSP!
WOOOT! Murder and Mayhem is up for pre-order on DSP. Amazon Link to follow!
Preorder here: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6468
Description:
Dead women tell no tales.
Former cat burglar Rook Stevens stole many a priceless thing in the past, but he’s never been accused of taking a life—until now. It was one thing to find a former associate inside Potter’s Field, his pop culture memorabilia shop, but quite another to stumble across her dead body.
Detective Dante Montoya thought he’d never see Rook Stevens again—not after his former partner falsified evidence to entrap the jewelry thief and Stevens walked off scot-free. So when he tackled a fleeing murder suspect, Dante was shocked to discover the blood-covered man was none other than the thief he’d fought to put in prison and who still makes his blood sing.
Rook is determined to shake loose the murder charge against him, even if it means putting distance between him and the rugged Cuban-Mexican detective who brought him down. If one dead con artist wasn’t bad enough, others soon follow, and as the bodies pile up around Rook’s feet, he’s forced to reach out to the last man he’d expect to believe in his innocence—and the only man who’s ever gotten under Rook’s skin.
Evening
Ah this is a great shot. Love the background. The blue and grey tones are fantastic and a good balance for the subject.
Rain, music and whatnots
I’ve been having issues with the new book. Okay yeah, I always have issues but this time, oddly enough… it’s the title.
I’d love to name it Dirty Side Down. Sadly, that’s a Cole title sound. From now on, anything with Dirty in it is going to make me think of bullets, snarky gay detectives and Korean food.
Word association is an interesting thing.
There are words we never think about how much they weigh until used in a certain context then suddenly they grow fangs and thorns or turn the inside of our brains maudlin with memories of things and people we cannot shake.
Shake. Another word. Milky, sweet or hard, terrifying rock slamming together beneath the earth until its crust breaks.
Odd things those. Words.
Yet we still have problems talking with one another. We talk TO easily enough but WITH is sometimes hard.
I think it’s because even through we all have the same words, we all speak our own different language…even if we share the same sound for chair.
Someone once said it’s odd to think that the brain is the only thing that ever named itself.
And I think in some secret corner of our minds, it’s still naming things, seeing things, hearing things on its own terms while laughing its head off at the confusion it causes.
Fucking not-chairs.
Morning!
This is an interesting blue. It’s a nice blue. But it’s sort of in the medium range of tones. On the other hand, it is very water-hued so maybe that’s what they were going for? I’m on the fence about the blue.
But it’s a nice shot. Very sweet.
Rhys Ford 