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Thursday, April 14, 2016

A Piece of Me: Monthly Feature ~ A Piece of Karin by Karin Pike


Diverse Reader's monthly feature A Piece of Me gives artistic people a place to share something about themselves. We've had some incredible people as our feature bloggers. This month I have a fellow blogger, author, and creative genius. It's a real pleasure to have Karin Pike here this month. I've known her for years and she's a remarkable person. So here she is sharing a piece of herselfe, with you.







 A Piece of Karin

Hi folks! My name is Karin, though most people know me better under the name ‘naelany’, which is the name I write fan fiction under, as well as what I use on most social networks. Meredith did a guest post on my blog (here, in case you missed it) last month and asked if I wanted to give it a shot, so here I am!

*clears throat* Okay, so I’m supposed to stick to one topic. I promise to do my best ;-)

Like I said earlier, I write fan fiction. In fact, it is through that medium that Meredith and I met (how many years ago now? I forget. A while, let’s leave it at that). To put a finer point on it, we met through Twilight fan fiction (hush, I don’t want to hear it). When the movie came out (yes, I was lured by the movie before I ever read the books), it came at a time in my life where… well, I wasn’t doing so well. The books helped me through a time where I was, quite honestly, depressed and hurting. I won’t go into the why - those that know me well enough will already know, and the rest of you, well, it really isn’t any of your business.

As I mentioned, the movie lured me into the books, and it eventually led me to fan fiction, because I needed more. I needed to explore the characters. To see the things that were ‘wrong’ to me, fixed. And I needed the crutch (for lack of a better term) to help me crawl out of the depression. Luckily, I found it in the fandom. At first, through reading. Mostly Edward/Bella stories, but eventually branching out to other pairings, and my introduction to slash fiction.

And that is where I ended up really finding my niche, so to speak. I got bitten by a bunny that would not let up. I’d never written before in my life - well, not for fun. The only times I’d ever written anything was back in school for assignments, and each and every time I’d gotten shot down for my efforts and told by my teachers (and, of course, fellow students) that I could not write to save my life. In short, I sucked at it. Badly.

Myeah, as you can imagine, hearing that at a very young age does not tend to make for confidence in your abilities, so I never really took it anywhere. Until At the Deep End bit me, and bit me hard. The story wouldn’t let me go and eventually I caved and started writing. Go ahead, take a look. Here’s a short summary:

After an encounter at camp many years ago Jasper thought he would never see Edward again but little did he know who his new teammate would turn out to be…….

Warning: mention of abuse. Violence. Hate speech.

My very first foray into writing, and boy howdy, can you ever tell. Still, I’m refusing to change anything about it, because it’s my baby and it’s grown right along with me, as I’m sure you can tell once you start reading. At least, I hope you can ;-)

After At the Deep End, more stories followed. Most of them within the M/M genre, but also a few others. I stuck with Twilight for a long time. Yes, there’s a couple of unfinished stories still lingering that I fully intend to come back to, but it’s not something I’m currently able to do much about. Life has happened, fandom has happened (trust me, it’s all well and good, but as much as fandom has helped me through things and I’ve met some really great people through it, it can also be an ugly place). I’ve not given up, however.

I have expanded to other fandoms. In fact, Stargate Atlantis is what got me back into writing after a very long break, and I haven’t really stopped since. Well, I take a lot of breaks, but there’s always something brewing. I just choose to no longer share anything unless it is completely finished and ready to post. A lesson I learned the hard way, but I learned it.

Hmm… I’m not sure there’s really much more to tell, without getting into different topics, so I’ll leave it at this. If you want to read my stories, you can find them here on my blog, or on Archive of Our Own.

Thanks for having me, Meredith! It’s been fun :-)



















Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Blog Tour: Letters From A Cowboy by Sue Brown #Excerpt #Giveaway




Title: Letters From A Cowboy
Series: Morning Report

Author: Sue Brown
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Garrett Leigh
Length: 154 Pages
Release Date: 10 June, 2015
Blurb: A Morning Report Story
Simon Wood arrives at Tamar Ranch looking for a job after being fired from his last position for seducing the boss's son. It doesn’t take much for him to prove his skills with horses, so he’s taken on, but soon he clashes hard with Chip Henson.
The animosity between them hides something very different, but not for long. No matter how hard they try to resist their attraction, eventually they give in to their need. They start leaving notes for each other, and others notice and warn them to be more careful.
Fearful of discovery, Simon leaves Tamar Ranch to save Chip’s job. When he learns that his departure sent Chip off the rails, he knows he needs to risk everything and go back for him.





HE WAITED an hour by the mill before Chip showed. The cowboy slid off his horse and into Simon’s waiting arms, his hat tumbling off his head as Simon held on to him tightly. Simon pulled him into the shadow of the mill, pleased that he could finally bury his chilly face in Chip’s neck, his nostrils full of the strong, rich scent of his man.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” he managed eventually. “Didn’t know if you’d get my note.”
“I nearly didn’t,” Chip said. “Lorne and Brad were waiting for me with rifles before I left.”
“How did you get away?”
“Lofty and I jumped them and knocked ’em both out before they could shoot me.”
Chip shuddered with the emotion, and Simon hung on even tighter, aware of just how close he’d come to losing him.
“I love you, Henson,” Simon said gruffly, feeling Chip dig his fingers almost painfully into Simon’s back. Simon relished the pain. It reminded him they were both still alive.
“Love you too, Woody.”
Simon huffed into Chip’s neck at the nickname. “Next time we go together.”
Chip pulled back to look at him. “Don’t be stupid. We can’t take that risk.”
“I’m not leaving you again,” Simon insisted stubbornly.
Chip stepped back and slid his hands down Simon’s shoulders to grasp him around the upper arms. “Don’t, Simon. You know we can’t risk anyone finding out about us. I only just escaped this time. Next time it could be you, and I can’t have that.”
Simon stared at Chip, seeing the lines around his brown eyes, carved deeper into Chip’s face in the year he’d known him. “And I’m not gonna to spend my life wondering if you’re goin’ to turn up. We can’t be together as lovers, but we can be together as friends.”
“What are you saying?”
“If keeping us safe means we stop fucking, then….”
Chip pressed his lips together, then gave a short nod. “Friends.”
Simon went to step away, but somehow he ended up with his mouth mashed against Chip’s, his hands tangled in Chip’s hair, and Chip’s erection a rigid line pressing into his hip.
The throaty noises Chip made as they kissed just ramped up his excitement.
Simon growled deep in his throat and pushed Chip against the mill wall. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so much.”
“Missed you too.” Chip hauled Simon down to kiss him again.
“No lube,” Simon groaned.
“Ya got spit.” Chip’s hands were busy at Simon’s flies.
“It’s gonna hurt.” Simon was just as busy, dragging Chip’s jeans down his legs.
“Don’t care, not now. Just want you.” Chip turned in Simon’s arms and placed his hands against the rough wall.
Simon pulled Chip’s ass toward him, bare and beautiful, and all his. He ran his work-roughened hand over the tight asscheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Chip laughed roughly. “You need to see the doc, Woody. I ain’t beautiful.”
“You are to me. You’ll always be more beautiful than any of them painted whores in the Drink.”
“Thanks, I think.” Chip gasped as Simon spat on his fingers. “Hurry.”
Simon held Chip’s shoulder and slowly worked his fingers into Chip’s ass. “Just you wait. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He withdrew his fingers and spat on them again. He worked Chip until he was as prepared as he could get him.
Chip smacked the wall as Simon pushed in.
God, he was so tight. Simon wanted to ram in until he couldn’t go any farther, but he wouldn’t hurt Chip. “Too much?”
“Faster,” Chip gritted out. “I’m not gonna break.”
Chip might not, but Simon felt he was about to fly apart at the seams. He sank into Chip’s heat until he could rest against Chip’s back. He breathed across Chip’s ear, feeling the man shiver.
“Don’t let me go,” Chip whispered.
Simon held him tighter. “I’m never gonna let you go.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
Simon needed to move, but for a moment he just wanted to stay exactly where he was, Chip’s body tight around him and Simon’s senses full of his man.




Sue Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn't following their orders, she can be found plotting at her laptop. In fact she hides so she can plot and has gotten expert at ignoring the orders.

Sue discovered M/M erotica at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favorite television series. The series was boring; the kissing was not. She may be late to the party, but she's made up for it since, writing fan fiction until she was brave enough to venture out into the world of original fiction.


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