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Blog Tour and Review: Wolf, en Garde by A.F. Henley

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Welcome back to the blog tour and giveaway for my newest release, Wolf en Garde. I’ve been taking these opportunities to introduce, or in some cases re-introduce, the characters and places found in the story through tiny teasers from the novel. And we’ve finally got to the point in the tour where we’re meeting some new characters – the people that represent those folks that live on the other side of the wolves.

While this character isn’t a major one in the novel, he is a very good indicator of the people that Lyle, the MC, as well as Lyle’s family, have been accustomed to dealing with. The “law,” so to speak… the guys that the wolves don’t want to see standing at their door.

Before we get to it, though, as a thank you for joining me, I want to remind you to read through to the end of the post to find out how you could win your very own signed, print copy of Wolf en Garde, a sterling silver (nickel and lead-free) Howling Wolf Bangle, and a $20 gift certificate to the Less Than Three Press book market!

And now, I present:

Tiny Teaser: Introducing – The “Law”

The grumble died on his tongue as he swung the door open and stared at the man on the step: head to toe in a shapeless forest green suit, a god-awful ranger’s hat finger-clasped in one hand, a shiny gold bison-detailed badge over the left pocket, and a just-as- shiny gold bar over the right pocket with DWIGHT J. ROSIEN inscribed on it. Definitely, most assuredly, not a Girl Scout and a good step up from Boy Scout. A park ranger. With rank, if the suit and the shinies could be trusted.

Dwight smiled (or attempted to pass the flick of his cheeks off as one, anyway) and extended his hand. “Lyle? Lyle O’Connell?”

Lyle narrowed his eyes. “Who’s asking?”

All the right kind of people, Lyle,” Dwight said smoothly. “Can I have a few words with you?”

“It’s not my house.” Lyle crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the frame of the door. “I really shouldn’t let anyone in without the owner’s consent.”

Dwight J. Rosien offered Lyle another quick, not-quite smile. “Such a good little guard dog, aren’t you, Lyle?” He waved a hand at the open door and stepped forward. “It would be in your best interest not have this conversation on the front porch.” He leveled his gaze with Lyle’s. “Wolf.”

Lyle’s blood seemed to turn to ice. “Who are you?”

“An associate,” Dwight said casually. “Or, if sets you more at ease, let’s say a friend of a friend.” He pushed past Lyle and walked into the foyer. “I’ll get right to the point so we don”t end up getting interrupted by the return of Mr. and Mrs. Connor.” He looked over his shoulder. “You might want to close the door.”

Nothing on Lyle’s body wanted to work. His feet didn’t want to cooperate as he turned back to the house. His fingers didn’t want to unclench and shut the door, though he managed to force them to do both. But there was no way he could insist on his throat opening enough for speech. Instead, in the now-darkened hallway Lyle watched Dwight (J. Rosien, Lyle’s head repeated) peek into the various rooms that led off the foyer and assess the area.

“There has been some…” Dwight let his words trail off, he shrugged, and he came back toward Lyle with a slow, deliberate walk. “Some odd activity. Some disappearances. Normally things like that would be out of my, oh, let’s say pay grade, but I believe these particular ones might be a little different than your normal, run of the mill disappearances.” His eyes were like chips of ice as his gaze bored into Lyle’s. “Would you know anything about these, Lyle?”

Lyle had to swallow hard before he could reply. “Why would I?”

“You know I can’t tell you that.” Dwight softened his expression and leaned closer. “At least, I shouldn’t. But these are… oh… special people. People we’ve been watching for some time. You do know who I mean when I say ‘we,’ don’t you, Lyle?”

Wolf, en Garde Excerpt
© AF Henley, 2016

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Blurb:

Three years ago Lyle made a mistake that cost him his freedom, and almost his life. Now, sick to death of watching his father love the man that Lyle wanted, Lyle accepts an offer to leave Wolf, WY behind and see what life in Washington, D.C. can do for him instead.

When Lyle comes across a seductive, attractive stranger with a fascinating yet terrifying view of humanity, he’s more than intrigued. It doesn’t take Lyle long to realize that Arius isn’t just playing games, though, and when Lyle runs across a secret in Arius’ lair he has no choice but to flee, even knowing his actions will enrage Arius.

On the run, with only a psychic’s second sight and his own instinct to help him, Lyle has nowhere to go but home. The only question is, will they have him when he shows up.

Genre: Gay, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Notes: Wolf, WY contains some explicit and violent content
Book 2 in the Wolf series

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The Giveaway

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On behalf of the tour, please join the giveaway by taking part in the Rafflecopter below. The prize consists of a sterling silver (nickel and lead-free) Howling Wolf charm bangle, a $20 Gift Certificate to the Less Than Three Press book market (free books!), and a signed, print copy of Wolf, WY.

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I’d like to take this last moment to thank 3 Chicks After Dark for having me back as a guest today. It’s an honour and a pleasure to be here again. I am truly grateful for all that you, and sites like yours, do for authors like me.

And a great big thank you to you, my friends, for reading and joining me. Best of luck with the giveaway and I hope you enjoyed the post!

Until next time,

AF Henley <3

Meet the author:

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Henley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica.

A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish.

Henley has been proudly working with Less Than Three Press since 2012.

Find more here:
Website: http://afhenley.com/
Amazon Page: http://www.amazon.com/A.-F.-Henley/e/B00FIODWSK/
Publisher’s Page: http://www.lessthanthreepress.com/author-a-f-henley/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AFHenley
Twitter: http://twitter.com/AFHenley

Our Thoughts:

After everything that went down between Randy, Vaughn and Lyle in the first book, I wasn’t surprised to see that Lyle was still struggling. A family trip back to Randy’s home in Washington, DC is the perfect opportunity for Lyle to find himself.

Lyle is still struggling to come to terms with Vaughn and Randy’s relationship. At this point he’s not sure if he loathes the fact that they’re together, still has feelings for Randy, or if there’s something more or something less. All this time Lyle thought that there was an attraction to Randy but it was a power struggle. It was more of a meeting of minds and brawn between him and his dad. All this time he’s thinking he has to be a beta, but Lyle is a true alpha. He’s strong and he’s more in touch with his wolf and the senses the wolf enhances, when in his human form.

Randy’s mother, Mary, pushes for Lyle to get out and roam the area much to Vaughn and Randy’s dismay. They can’t necessarily say no without looking overbearing. Lyle seizes the opportunity to get out from the scrutiny of his father and away from Randy and Vaughn’s relationship. During his ventures out into the streets of the DC area, Lyle meets Arius–a vampire. Lyle knows he should be afraid of the vampire, he knows that he should run from Arius, yet he can’t.

Arius is an extreme character. He has these grand, exuberant, and often scary rants that Lyle sometimes agrees with but overall just thinks they’re the delusions of a crazy man. He is attracted to Arius but he’s not sure if that attraction is from Arius’ manipulations or true feelings.

A combination of events are set into motion causing Lyle to realize that Arius is up to more evil than he had ever imagined. Arius also has some unbelievable partnerships. Lyle rescues Rafe from Arius’ clutches. Now he must race towards home, back to Wolf, Wyoming. Sometimes one just needs to go home. Sometimes the ties that really are the strongest and the people who really can help are those who were thought to be against you all along, that’s what Lyle learns.

Lyle finds his way, his true self, in this book. It takes him awhile but once he sees what he truly wants he’s finally on the right path.  He wants to be heard, to be the strong wolf he knew he was when everything started to fall apart. Coming home, his family stand beside him again and the interloper, Randy, is the skeptical one. That speaks volumes to Lyle and it really lets him see that the attraction isn’t there anymore. With Rafe, Lyle also realizes that he can have love and family. He’s put into the same situation that his father was put into in the first book and he now knows how hard of a situation that was and how difficult it is to get out of it. It’s going to take both his man and his wolf to win this fight but Lyle is strong enough and determined enough to come out the victor.

AF Henley weaves quite the tale! He has a very eloquent writing style and really keeps you hanging on until the bitter end, wondering what is going to happen! The book ends with us knowing that there could potentially be more to come for Vaughn, Randy, Lyle, and Rafe.  We also get the sense that the tides have changed and the wolves are not going to be pushed down any longer. It’s time to get back in touch with their original roots and the strength they once had as packs.

RATING: BAD ASS BOOTS!!!

Blog Tour and Guest Post: Wolf, WY by AF Henley

3 Chicks After Dark couldn’t be more thrilled to host author A.F. Henley for the Wolf, WY  Tiny Teaser Tour. Henley’s blog tours are always well thought out and packed full of information. We’re honored to host A.F. Henley and hope you enjoy the character teaser. Thanks for joining us A.F!

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Welcome back to the Wolf, WY Tiny Teasers Blog Tour and Giveaway, and to give those who might be joining us a little background on the tour, I’ve been using “tiny teasers” from the novel to introduce the cast that lives between Wolf, WY’s beautiful cover. (Seriously, have I mentioned how much I love this cover? Oh, a few times already? Sorry about that…)

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I’ve been using the “bit parts” in this novel—the side characters, if you prefer the term—to not only introduce the people that will wander through the series with us, but also to identify the traits and personalities of my main characters. One of the best way to find out what somebody is made from is a good close look at their parental figures. Not in every case, of course, but in a lot of them and in many ways it’s more nature than nurture: I have my father’s eyes, but my mother’s hair; I have my father’s skin tone; but my mother’s smile. I know of someone that every time he answers the phone, the person on the other ends think his mother is in town and has answered instead. The people that we become, at least in part, is imprinted in our DNA before anything else. Sometimes even temperament…

But before I get to the teaser, I want to remind you that these posts aren’t just about the excerpts from the novel. There’s also a giveaway – a single grand prize that includes a signed copy of Wolf, WY, a $20 LT3 gift certificate, and a Wind & Fire paw print bangle that not only looks cool, is not only manufactured with some very cool concepts, but that also supports a good cause. Be sure to read through to the end to find out more details on the prizes and how to participate.

And, for now, please allow me to introduce Randy Connor’s father, Henry:

Tiny Teaser: Introducing – Henry Connor

When Randy’s father looked up, he looked as if he wanted to frown and smile at the same time. “Who is he?”

“Vaughn.” Randy nodded down the street. “Vaughn O’Connell, to be exact. His son saw me having trouble with the car, so he got his dad to come have a look at it for me.”

“And?”

“And I told you, the rad was frozen.”

“No, I mean this O’Connell. He a nice guy?”

Randy shrugged and had to retrain the light back on the tire. “He’s a local. They have their own way.”

His father stood, rubbing palms to dislodge dirt, and retrieved the tire iron. “And this son of his?”

“Lyle.”

“Uh-huh. Lyle. He a nice guy?”

A rush of heat began to bloom up Randy’s neck. “Dad! He’s only eighteen.”

“So it is the old man.”

“The old man that what?”

His dad walked to the other side of the truck and gave Randy a quick smile before he bent down and started tightening bolts again. “That you like.”

“Bah!” The sound echoed louder than Randy had intended it to. He lowered his voice and frowned. “I most certainly do not. The guy can be an overbearing jerk.”

His father didn’t say anything. He just stood, dropped the tire iron back in the bed of the truck, tucked his hands into his pockets, and started walking toward the house.

Randy shivered against a gust of wind, snapped off the flashlight and dropped it on the seat. “Besides,” he added, slamming the truck door, “he’s not that old.”

He pretended not to notice the smirk on his father’s face when they met up with each other at the porch. “Up for a drink?” his dad asked.

“Always.” Randy waited while his dad opened the front door, and eyed his father as he stepped past. “And I wasn’t kidding. The guy can be a self-important ass. All ‘do this’ and ‘do that’ and ‘don’t talk to me unless I speak to you’ kind of guy. Trust me, there is nothing there.”

“Mm hm,” his father nodded, toeing off his shoes. “Make mine a brandy, will you?” He was still grinning as he headed down the hallway. “I’ll let your mother know we’re back in.”

Wolf, WY Excerpt
© AF Henley, 2015

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Wolf, WY by A.F. Henley
Published by Less Than Three Press
Released on 20 October 2015
Word Count: 70,000
Genre: Gay, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Notes: Wolf, WY contains some explicit content
Book 1 in the Wolf series
Purchasing Link: Less Than Three Press

Blurb:

There’s nothing like a fresh start, and for Randy, still nursing wounds left by a cheating ex and harboring a deep mistrust for all things corporate, Wolf, Wyoming seems like the perfect place to start over. Secluded, quiet, and self-sufficient, Wolf is bound to not only inspire, but to bring Randy the peace he needs. The view’s not bad, either.

Vaughn O’Connell and his family are Randy’s only neighbors for miles, and while Randy knows it’s somewhat unlikely that a man with three kids is gay, it doesn’t hurt to look. When a misunderstanding brings Randy face to face with both Vaughn and his eighteen year old son, Lyle, Randy’s not sure what to feel about either of them.

But things are not what they appear in Wolf, and the closer Randy gets, the stranger the O’Connell family seems…

The Giveaway

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On behalf of the tour, please join the giveaway by taking part in the Rafflecopter below. The prize consists of a ‘Wind & Fire’ paw print charm bangle (a portion of the sales from this “Charms For Charity Bangle” goes directly to Guiding Eyes For The Blind), a $20 Gift Certificate to the Less Than Three Press book market (free books!), and a signed, print copy of Wolf, WY. For all the tiny-whiny terms and conditions, please check out the t’s and c’s posted on the Rafflecopter.

** Please note that this giveaway is being offered tour-wide and there will be one winner awarded for the entire event.

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I’d like to take a minute to offer my thanks to 3 Chicks After Dark for hosting me today. I’ve said it many times so far in this tour but I’ll continue to say it: authors like me couldn’t do what we do without sites like these and I am very grateful for the opportunity. And a huge thanks to you, as well, for reading and joining me on the tour. Best of luck with the giveaway and I hope you enjoyed the post!

Until next time,

AF Henley <3

Meet the Author:

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Henley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica. A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish.

Henley has been proudly publishing with Less Than Three Press since 2012, and has been writing like mad ever since—an indentured servant to the belief that romance and true love can mend the most broken soul. Even when presented in prose.

For more information please stop by for a visit at www.afhenley.com.

Our Thoughts:

After reading a few of AF Henley’s novels, I can honestly say Henley’s a literary marvel. As words fill the pages and those pages turn, one after another, a story is woven. A delightful journey that captures the reader’s interest and holds you captive until the last punctuation mark.

Wolf, WY is another beautifully told story by AF Henley. In Wolf, WY we get a dabble of paranormal but it really isn’t up front and isn’t at all the norm for the genre. Randy moves to sleepy Wolf, WY from DC. He was a successful lawyer but unsuccessful in love. He did what he always does and ran away from his problems instead of facing them. He ran as far away as he could that’s how he came to live next door to the O’Connell family.

Everyone is Wolf keeps to themselves, the O’Connell family included. Outsiders are not warmly welcomed, just tolerated. Vaughn O’Connell takes it upon himself to let Randy know how foolish he is to even think he could survive a harsh winter in Wolf with his ‘city’ skills. Randy is resentful but soon discovers that Vaughn is right. He’s in over his head.

A few strange events place Randy in the path of something different, something abnormal. He has the option to understand or run. What do you think he decides? :)

There’s no destined mate, no mating rituals, no packs that don’t accept. None of the things one normally finds in a paranormal or shifter novel appear in Wolf, WY. I will not say what does appear, but it’s an experience that was gradual and unique. I thoroughly enjoyed how AF Henley told Randy and Vaughn’s story and I hope you do as well.

RATING: BAD ASS BOOTS!

BLOG TOUR: Baby’s on Fire by AF Henley

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We are ecstatic to have A.F. Henley with us again! She always has interesting and well planned posts for her tours and we can’t wait to share what she’s bringing for the All That Glitters blog tour.

A Giveaway and Blog Tour for my newest release… Baby’s on Fire

Welcome back to the Baby’s on Fire blog tour and giveaway, and a happy hello to those who might be joining us for the first time! As you may (or may not) know, this tour has been “investigating” some of the rumors, gossip, and (in some cases) actual documented events that took place in the late sixties and early seventies music world.

Once again, before we get too far into this post, I want to remind everyone that a rumor is a rumor and gossip is gossip and it is very rare that either of those things ever end up mirroring the truth. I found while I researched that some of the most frequency spoken legends were, according to those in attendance, pure bullshit or complete misrepresentations. I will ask you again to please keep in mind that both media and fans alike love a good story, and will embellish to their pen’s and heart’s content. It is not my intention to pass judgment on, or attempt to make the reader pass judgment on any of these performers. Instead, consider this post as a way to see how the world around them was changing, and while it changed, consider how the people and the media were reacting to the new outlook.

** Please note that none of these posts are indicative of the main characters or the instances in my novel Baby’s on Fire. They do, however, give a very clear indication of what the MCs would have been experiencing both time-wise and with the reactions/mindset of the people around them.

Led Zeppelin and the Shark Incident

(How’s that for a title, hmm? Sound thrilling? Danger-ridden? Not so much…)

The shark incident was an alleged adventure that took place at the Edgewater Inn in Seattle, Washington, on July 28 in 1969, involving the English rock band Led Zeppelin, and members of the American band Vanilla Fudge. The bands were staying in the hotel, which is located on Elliot Bay, and at the time, guests were permitted to fish directly from windows of their hotel rooms.

The rumor around the event was that a very pretty red-haired groupie had been brought into the room where the bands were relaxing, she was disrobed, bound to the bed, and the members of Led Zeppelin then began to—how do I put this delicately—introduce shark pieces to the lower orifices of this young woman’s body. Or, in more direct words (those who are offended by the mention of lady parts, please skip forward to the next paragraph), it is alleged that the members of the band began to stuff shark parts into the woman’s vagina and rectum.

The gossip differs on whether it was just the one band, or both, and more intense versions of the story suggest that the groupie wasn’t involved of her own free will. Word spread quickly, the story got more intense, and some even included suggestions that the incident was caught live, though no one seemed to be able to agree whether it was by photo or film.

Richard Cole, the road manager for Led Zeppelin, completely disputes this version, and most of even the simpler versions of the story during an interview for rock journalist Stephen Davis’ biography of the band, Hammer of the Gods. “… it was me. It wasn’t shark parts anyway: It was the nose that got put in. We caught a lot of big sharks, at least two dozen, stuck coat hangers through the gills and left ‘em in the closet… But the true shark story was that it wasn’t even a shark. It was a red snapper and the chick happened to be a fucking redhead…”

And I’ll just cut that comment off there and leave you to figure out how he says those two things coincided with one another.

Cole further expounded on the story by adding, “… it was nothing malicious or harmful, no way! No one was ever hurt.”

Good to know. If anyone really does know what actually went on that day. We do, however, know that later, in an interview with Frank Zappa, Martin Tickman (the band’s self-described front office manager) was asked about the incident and declined to elaborate.

In 1973, on another stay, the band was banned from the Edgewater Hotel altogether. Management stated that the group (the band and their assembly) caught approximately thirty mudsharks and then left them under beds, in closets, elevators, hallways, bathtubs and all over their rooms. They followed their little bout of redecorating by throwing beds, TVs, mattresses, lamps, drapery, and glassware into the bay.

All I can say on these incidents is that somewhere along the way these fellows seem to have missed a few lessons on playing with their food.

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My huge thanks to 3 Chicks After Dark for having me today, and a special thanks to you, my friends, for joining me. :D

Until next time!

AF Henley

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Baby’s on Fire

In 1974 Gerry Faun gets the break of his life—an opportunity to meet gorgeous, openly bisexual, glam-rock idol Mark Devon. Mark’s world is new, exciting, and Gerry finally gets to explore the side of his sexuality that he’s kept hidden. But the press is everywhere, and when Gerry’s father gets wind of what’s going on behind his back, Gerry ends up on the street. Mark offers to let Gerry come along with the tour and Gerry jumps at the chance. The tour is a never-ending party—and the start of what seems to be a perfect relationship for him and Mark. Until Mark’s manager decides Gerry isn’t worth the trouble he’s stirring up.

In 1994 Gerry is finally coming out of some tough times—he has a job that pays the bills, a car that hasn’t quite broken down, and a small rental in Jersey City. After a decade of barely getting by, if life was as good as it was going to get, Gerry figures he’ll manage just fine. It would be easier if he wasn’t still haunted by the man the media won’t let him forget, the man who stole his heart and then broke it… the man that’s shown up pleading for a second chance.

Gay Contemporary Romance
Copyright © 2015 by A.F. Henley
Published by Less Than Three Press

Please note: Novel contains explicit sexual content.

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Excerpt

For what seemed like the hundredth time, the traffic in front of Gerry Faun came to a slow-rolling halt. It was the rain doing the most damage, though the end of the workday was always ugly on the streets of New York City. Not that there were many pretty things on the street, regardless. Giuliani was trying, but the way Gerry had it figured, it was going to take more than a smile and a stand on graffiti and marijuana to clean up their kind of dirt. So while the rest of the city offered the mayor awe-induced stares of appreciation over recollections of Mafia Commission and Boesky trials, Gerry mostly sat back and speculated. When government officials got clever enough to stop assholes from blowing up pregnant secretaries and hard-working fathers, then they might actually get his attention. Until then, Gerry wasn’t putting any more trust in them than he would anybody else. He’d learned a long time ago that not all that glitters is worthy.

He was lost in thought enough not to acknowledge the tunnel. He was, in fact, well into it before he remembered to take off his sunglasses. He forgave himself the digression. It had been a long week. Though Gerry worked in the financial district, he was no more than a glorified yes-man for his boss, a real estate broker that had made a fuck-ton of money in the eighties, and was merely coasting until the inevitable retirement. He ran errands and answered phones. He took messages, and booked flights that he was more than sure did not drop Mr. David Manon in places of business. He made reservations in exclusive restaurants, paid Mr. Manon’s membership fees for a gym the man never went to, and bought Manon’s anniversary and birthday gifts for the wife-of-the-moment. Gerry had a flair for it, or so his boss would tell him whenever the requirement came up, and Gerry was cocky enough to verbally agree with Manon every time. Damn right he was good at it.

Tail lights suddenly flared in front of him and Gerry cursed and slammed his brake pedal down. His eyes flicked between windshield and rearview, assessing space and distance, and he blew a sigh of relief when he confirmed that the guy behind him had been paying more attention than he’d been. Maybe it really was time to give up the car.

He’d heard it a thousand times from friends, family, and casual observers: public transport would not only save him money, but they swore up and down it would save him time. God knew gasoline was getting more expensive by the day, and parking costs in the district were insane. Gerry considered it pretty much every time the numbers went up on the billboards beside the gas stations. One day he would, he’d tell himself. One day for sure. When he could convince himself that walking the six blocks from the bus stop in Jersey’s bitter January winds wouldn’t be as appealing as slitting his own throat with barbed wire. When he got over his control issues.

The side road whereby Gerry’s rental home waited for his return was already jammed with cars, so instead of parking on the street, Gerry carefully worked his 1984 Buick into the tiny concrete pad that served as his driveway. He nudged the car as close to the house as it would go, wincing when the fender butted against the foundation and the ancient bow window above him shook with disapproval. While some of the properties on the street had given up parking for an attempt at a front lawn, Gerry couldn’t see the point of bothering to maintain a six-by-eight square of greenery and have to fight for a place to park every day. Besides, what was the point? In the summer everything got so damn hot that his neighbors’ plants and grass got their lives choked out of them. In the winter, anything that had managed to get a hold on the Earth was quickly destroyed by the cold and the snow.

Looking, he was sure, about as sexy as a maggot trying to escape from a nostril, Gerry inched out from between his car and the base of the entranceway steps. His suit wasn’t worth that much, but it was worth too much to go rubbing it up against rain-mucked concrete or the wet door of a car that hadn’t seen an auto-wash in months. His breath puffed out from between his lips, the rain making October that much colder, and Gerry lifted his eyes to the sky. Dark, ominous clouds roiled in the gray heavens, and Gerry had serious doubts that the light rainfall was all the skies had in store for them.

In the second it took for Gerry to muse, a deep rumble of thunder broke, a distant sheet of lightning answered the call with a flare of brilliance, and the drizzle became a downpour. Without bothering to spit out the curse on his tongue, Gerry ran for the front door. The porch roof did nothing to protect him as the rain whipped against his back and legs, and he had to seat the key twice before it finally dug in and allowed him to open the door.

Dripping, mumbling, Gerry slammed the door behind him with a definitive clunk and flicked the deadbolt. He kicked off his shoes, sighing as small rivers of water raced across the lopsided flooring of the hallway, and he began to peel off of his wet clothes right where he stood. He might as well only drown one part of the house, and at least that particular location was vinyl tile. Most of the house had decades-old carpeting that, when wet, released all kinds of odors. None of them good.

With his wet clothes piled in his arms, Gerry stepped gingerly down the narrow hallway, and ducked into the bathroom. He dumped the armload into the tub, and grabbed a towel off the rack.

He didn’t pause to look in the mirror and fix his hair. The cut was short, short enough in fact that he barely had to brush it, and that always seemed to make his sister chuckle when she saw him. There was a time when God himself wouldn’t have been able to get him to cut his hair—when the arguments with his parents would grow to screaming matches over the bangs in his face and the uneven lengths that fell past his collar. But everybody grew up. Eventually.

The Giveaway

On behalf of the tour, please join the giveaway by taking part in the Rafflecopter below. The prize consists of a set of ‘Crystal and Silver’ Glitter Ball Earrings, a $20 Gift Certificate to the Less Than Three Press book market (free books!), and a signed, print copy of Baby’s on Fire. Click through for terms and conditions, further details, and your chance to win! See all the details here:

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Meet the author:

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Henley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica.

A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish.

Henley has been proudly working with LT3 since 2012, and has been writing like mad ever since—an indentured servant to the belief that romance and true love can mend the most broken soul. Even when presented in prose.

Find more here:
Website: http://afhenley.com/
Amazon Page: http://www.amazon.com/A.-F.-Henley/e/B00FIODWSK/
Publisher’s Page: http://www.lessthanthreepress.com/author-a-f-henley/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AFHenley
Twitter: http://twitter.com/AFHenley

Our thoughts:

I always like a good rocker/musician story so Baby’s on Fire was definitely a story I wanted to read. What I loved from the start was the time shifts. The story starts with Gerry in 1994. He’s working, living in Jersey City and often nudged toward remembering his time with a star. A superstar.

In 1974 Gerry went to a concert to see Maxx Starlight and nothing would be the same again. He is swept back behind the stage area into a whole new world. Gerry was naïve and crazy enough to go all out upon meeting Maxx (Mark). They hook-up and Gerry is starstruck. He’s pulled into his lust and infatuation with a carefree superstar. He’s willing to give up his life/family to follow Maxx, and he does.

Something in the innocent, yet strong character of Gerry drew Mark in and he wanted Gerry. He wanted to party, talk, make love, fuck, hang out and just be with Gerry. He was Mark’s anchor, his bright spot to get through the tough days. That’s why Gerry decides that regardless of the consequences, he was going to follow Mark and be his everything.

As we move through 1994 and more memeories start to surface from 1974 letting us see how everything unfolds for Gerry and Mark. The good times, the hard times. How quickly the fun becomes tedious. How Gerry despises Phil, Mark’s manager, and his manipulations. But love conquers all, right? Well it doesn’t conquer fame, fortune and guaranteed fun through booze and drugs. Phil helps Mark become a star and Gerry is dulling that star so he has to go.

It’s not often I like when a story shifts back in time over and over again, but for Mark and Gerry’s story it is perfect. It’s obvious from the beginning that they don’t make it, they are not living their HEA and it drives the desire to read the pages quickly and find out what went so terribly wrong after so much time together and so obviously in love, what would tear them apart. Also, is there hope that they will come together once again. Push away stubborn pride and hurt feelings to love again. Can that happen or are the past hurts just too much to heal from?

Baby’s on Fire will take you back a few decades, make you fall for the carefree couple, Mark and Gerry, then smash your heart and try to mend it. A.F. Henley pens a journey worth taking!

RATING: BAD ASS (ROCKSTAR) BOOTS!!

BLOG TOUR: EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY – The Chase and The Catch by A.F. Henley

Today we’re thrilled to welcome A.F. Henley to 3 Chicks After Dark as part of the blog tour for the recently released The Chase and The Catch. Please give a warm 3 Chicks welcome to A.F. Henley – we’re glad you’re here!

AF Henley_TCTC Blog Tour ImageWelcome, friends and followers of 3 Chicks After Dark! My thanks for having me by today. :)

The Chase and The Catch is my newest novel, and one of my favourite stories. John Liege was a relatable character for me, and it goes much deeper than the mere fact that he’s a writer. John works hard to do things in life that are going to make him happy and keep him fulfilled, even when he’s struggling. Anxiety can be a crippling witch when it digs its claws in, and breaking out of its grip is a process that often times can’t be helped by medication alone.

Anxiety is a normal emotion, and everyone experiences it at some point in their life. Many people feel anxious or nervous before taking a test at school, when a problem comes up at work, or those moments when we’re faced with an important decision. Anxiety disorders are different, though. It’s a serious mental illness that causes enough distress that it interferes with the ability to lead a normal life. Panic disorders, phobias, social anxiety or generalized anxiety disorders, can manifest into fear, problems with sleeping, heart palpitations, nausea, muscle tension, lack of body function control, dizziness… the list goes on and on and is as unique as the person who suffers with it.

The disorder has been studied for ages, and it’s apparent, more now than ever before, that anxiety disorders have nothing to do with a fault in the person experiencing it – it’s not a weakness, a character flaw, or bad parenting. Trauma or a significant event can trigger the disorder, and in some cases the disorder has always been there—wired into the elaborate strings and pulses that make up a person’s brain and resulting functions—and no different than folks that are born with an increased risk for heart disease or cancer. They are common, in both sexes, and found worldwide.

Medication, dietary and lifestyle changes, relaxation and cognitive behaviour therapy are all used to help fight anxiety disorders, and in many cases it can take a practitioner months of tweaking the program, and revisiting the underlying issues before a patient feels like they’re making progress.

However, a sympathetic and understanding support group, be it family, friends, or lovers is an important base to build on.

And on that note, please allow me to introduce you to John Liege – author, and MC of The Chase and The Catch:

The Chase and The Catch Excerpt

Brilliant sunlight shot daggers of pain into John’s eyes and he fumbled for his sunglasses with one hand, blocking with the other, as if, somehow, a single leather-gloved hand would do any good against the assault. Snow had fallen the previous night and everything gleamed with the lustre of freshly polished silver. The parking lot was a postcard-worthy image of pristine white surfaces surrounded by burdened evergreen branches and puff-capped fence posts—the kind of scene that a year prior would have found John dragging out his tablet, inspired into tapping words about flush-cheeked kiddies or curiously joyful rodents. Now the view just made him want to growl about delays and inconveniences.

“Did you call ahead?”

John adjusted his sunglasses, flipped up his collar, and thumbed at the dash of the car. “Yeah. No flight delays. Pop the trunk, will you?” When his sister didn’t react, John tilted his head and sighed. “What?”

She didn’t hesitate, but then Jenna never did. With everyone in his life still treating him like he was going to explode into a million shards of anxiety every time he opened his mouth, Jenna could be counted on to speak when she felt like she needed to. And even the times when she just damn well wanted to. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Actually, no, I really do.” He worked up a smile. “I mean, I could drive, but the weather’s kind of shitty and it would take me something like thirty-five hours.”

“I don’t mean the flying and you know it.” Jenna snagged his jacket when John reached for the door handle. “You don’t have to run off and do this. The writing will come back to you when you’re ready. Since when does a person trade poetry and romance for scribbling down some guy’s autobiography?”

John held up a finger. “Biography. My perspective. An autobiography would be—”

“What the fuck ever. Don’t change the subject. Let’s just say that this does end up being a good thing for your career.” She caught his gaze when he looked up with another smile, and pursed her lips. “It won’t be. But regardless. Why do you have to go down there? Why can’t you do it like a normal twenty-first century human being and use Skype? Or you know, the telephone? Why do you have to be a billion miles away from home? I can’t be the only one who thinks this isn’t the smartest idea you’ve ever come up with. You haven’t exactly been…” She tapped her temple. “Well.”

John rolled his eyes and drew a snort of disgust through his nostrils in the extended, too loud way that he knew drove her crazy.

Jenna’s grip tightened into a fist. “Seriously. I’ve done some research on this guy, John—”

“Really?” John feigned absolute shock. “Me too! Weird…”

“I’m just not sure you’ve thought this all the way through. The guy can be an asshole. Self-centered, pompous—”

He disengaged Jenna’s fingers from his coat, placed her hand on the seat, and patted the back of it. “I’m sure his fans would disagree. As a matter of fact, most of them would have you drawn and quartered for even daring to think such a thing.”

“I couldn’t give a single fuck about any of his fans.” Her fingertips began to play a beat on the vinyl seat. “I care about you. And you already feel bad enough without immersing yourself into the life of a narcissist—”

John whistled through his teeth. “Harsh.”

“Read the blogs.”

John rolled his eyes and snapped the handle of the door. The onslaught of cold air was immediate. A good thing, John decided. It would get him out of the car that much faster if Jenna was shivering like a Chihuahua. “I’ve read the blogs. And I’ve read his Twitter and stalked his Tumblr and, and, and. He’s interesting. There’s a good story hidden behind that damn mask he’s been wearing for the last decade, and I want to be the one to dig it out.”

“You write romance—”

“No.” John drew himself out of the car and then turned back to lock up their eyes. “I write. Plain and simple. Now, please, pop the trunk. Because if I miss this flight due to the fact you’re holding my luggage hostage, I swear to God that I will make you pay for the next one. First class, nonetheless.”

He shut the door with a solid swing and walked to the back of the car to wait for the latch to release. The sound of the trunk popping was almost simultaneous with the clunk of the driver’s door opening.

“You call every day,” Jenna said, rounding the car, the high heels of her boots managing to click soundly even through the layer of snow. “I mean every fucking day.”

John dragged two suitcases out of the car and nodded at the open trunk. “I will. Get that for me, please?”

She ignored the trunk to worry her hands against one another. “And take your medication.”

“I haven’t been on meds for weeks now.” It was somewhat of a lie, but John soothed himself with the thought that the statement was mostly true. He still took the sleeping pills, but the antidepressants were gone. Thank fuck.

“By doctor’s orders or your own?” Jenna’s glare was colder than the wind.

John leaned forward, kissed Jenna on the cheek, and turned towards the glass doors of the airport. “Be good, Jen. And get back in the car before you freeze to death. Mom would kill you if she saw you out here in that jacket.”

“I can park,” Jenna called. “Come in and sit with you?”

“No time.” He kicked the silver disc that would operate the automatic door. “Flight’s probably already boarding.” He slipped through the half-open door. “Drive safe.”

“And what do I do if Sam calls?”

John bit back the reaction to tell Jenna she could invent new ways to penetrate the man with large, unforgiving objects, and pass them on to Sam in graphic detail. Instead: “He won’t.”

“But if he does?”

“He won’t.”

She was still standing beside the open trunk when he turned to walk away. She was worried. They all were: his agent, his parents, and his friends; her husband Mark, and probably both their terriers and their entire tank of fish. Not that he could blame them. It hadn’t been a good year. He’d always been able to use his writing to get him away from his problems, a retreat of sorts, where he could work things out in his head before having to deal with them. So when the words had abandoned him, be it in retaliation for the pills he’d taken too frequently, or because his brain was too busy focusing on the images of horror that kept playing through it, John had thought he was going to lose his mind.

Confusion had become depression. Panic escalated into obsessive-compulsive behaviour. He was no longer ‘that crazy writer.’ He was just fucking crazy.

“But this is writing,” John mumbled, staring at the flight board and trying to make his eyes focus on the words that would tell him where to go. “It’s still writing.” After all, what biography wasn’t spiced a bit here and there? Perspective was everything. And if Mr. Parker Chase—actor-extraordinaire, supposed-charmer, but potentially more-of-an-egotistical-dick-than-his-agent-would-like-anyone-to-know—was willing to let John be the one to offer that perspective, then it didn’t matter that the story wasn’t fiction. Or romance. Or even working its way towards a happy ending. He could live with the compromise just to be at it again.

For the time being, at least.

*~*~*

ABOUT THE BOOK:
The Chase and The Catch CoverAfter one of his fans committed suicide, John lost everything: lover, confidence, drive. When he is given a chance to get back on his feet, he is happy to take it—even if it’s just writing an actor’s biography. It might not be romance, or even fiction, but it’s something, and there are worse people to work for than the charming, successful Parker Chase.

That doesn’t mean working for Parker is easy, however. A staunch supporter of living for the moment, Parker goes against everything John believes in. He feels out of place in every moment of Parker’s Hollywood life, stuck in a game of wits that at times seems almost contrived…

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Published by Less Than Three Press
51,000 words
Gay Contemporary Romance
Please note: Novel contains some explicit content.

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GIVEAWAY

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Again, my huge thanks to 3 Chicks After Dark for having me by today. It’s a pleasure and an honour to be a guest on your site. :D

AF Henley <3

Thanks again for joining us, A.F.! Hope everyone will take the time to check out The Chase and The Catch, and that they’ll enjoy it as much as we did!

(Click HERE for our review of The Chase and The Catch.)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
AF Henley_Avatar croppedHenley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica.

A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish.

Henley has been proudly working with LT3 since 2012, and has been writing like mad ever since—an indentured servant to the belief that romance and true love can mend the most broken soul. Even when presented in prose.

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