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Readers, please help me welcome gay contemporary suspense author Mr. Ethan Stone. Ethan is a new to me author, so I thought it would be fun to learn a bit more about him and see what a few of his favorite things are. Ethan, take it away....
10 Questions for Author Ethan Stone
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1. FAVORITE BOOKS:
Promises by Marie Sexton, Good Thief by James Buchanan, The Stand by Stephen King, Stray by Ash Penn
2. FAVORITE AUTHORS: James Buchanan, Rick R. Reed, Marie Sexton, Carter Quinn, Sue Brown, Haley Walsh
3. CURRENTLY READING: My Regelence Rake by J.L.Langley, Snowflake by Ash Penn
4. FAVORITE AUTHOR PALS: Poppy Dennison, Daniel Kaine, Lara Brukz, Marie Sexton, Carter Quinn, K.C. Wells, Lynley Wayne
5. PETS: A Pomeranian named Cujo (Trust me it fits his personality), two cats: Spirit and O.C.
6. HOBBIES: Writing (Duh! LOL), Reading
7. BIGGEST EXTRAVAGANZA: My Kindle Fire and my new Dell laptop.
8. WHAT I DREAM ABOUT: Being able to not work and write as much as I want...or don't want.
9. I NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT: My wallet.
10. BEST CHILDHOOD MEMORY: Playing in the woods with my friends. We found a serene oasis with fallen trees to use as benches and a small creek running through it.
This month I am asking all my guest authors to share one of their favorite recipes. This could be one that you share during the holiday. Or it can be a recipe that your friends and family rave about. So, share away?
Onion Soup Meatballs
Mix one packet of Lipton Onion soup in raw ground beef. Form in meatballs. Cook over medium heat until thoroughly cooked. Pour in several cans of tomato sauce and add another packet of onion soup. Simmer for ten minutes. Serve over white rice.
Subject 13 Blurb
Author: Ethan Stone
Publisher Amber Quill
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-268-3 (Electronic)
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-919-4 (Paperback)
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Mystery / Detective / Suspense / Thriller
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novel (70k words / 208 paperback pages)
Luke Kincaid'slife is exploding all around him. First his lover leaves him to marry a woman, then childhood nightmares return with a vengeance.
Luke’s friendship with Ben Skinner and relationship with Kyle Morganhelps him heal his broken heart, but the nightmares, which are actually repressed memories, threaten to destroy the peace he has found.
Soon, Luke’s investigation into his past puts his life—and the lives of the people he cares about—in danger. But he refuses to give up, not even when he finds out he is connected to a massive government cover-up...
About
Below is my official bio with Dreamspinner Press, but I wanted to do something a little more personal. Ethan Stone is not my real name, I use it because I am not out of the closet, though my family and close friends know I am gay. However, due to the community I live in and the job I have, hiding my sexuality is a necessity at this point in my life.
I am a single father with a wonderful and aggravating teenage son. I also have two cats who think it’s their job to cover my house with their hair and a Pomeranian who thinks he’s a Pitbull.
I’ve always loved to write and one point thought journalism was my dream career. I eventually accepted that writing because I had to was nowhere near as much fun doing it because I want to.
Stories starring gay men have always been in my head but thought they would always be relegated to erotica websites. And then I discovered the wonderful world of M/M publishing.
Relationship info: Stay tuned…
Feel free to ask me any questions. Either here or through my email: ethanstone.nv@gmail.com. If its a question I can’t or won’t answer I’ll let you know, but I’m not easily offended.
Thanks for being here and thanks for reading my stories.
–Ethan
Ethan Stone lives in Nevada Reno Las Vegas
Excerpt:
...The memory dreams visited me again. The blue men stayed blurry, though they looked more and more like men. A few of them even seemed to be carrying guns.
I could see my bedroom—the one with the space theme walls. I remembered playing with my toys. The He-Man was my favorite. I took him everywhere I went. But it was always He-Man and his faithful friend—a green-and-orange striped tiger called Battle Cat.
My dreams drifted all over the place. Times before the blue men arrived and after. I could see Fidget Bridget and a few other kids, but I couldn’t see their faces very clearly.
There was one blue man who seemed like a friend. I remembered talking to him often. The dreams were like a silent movie. I could see his lips moving, but couldn’t hear a word. I remembered handing him battle cat. When he handed the toy back to me something had changed. No, everything had changed. It was more than physical changes—the time of day, the clothes I wore. I knew the blue man could no longer be my friend. I no longer saw the smile on his face as friendly; somehow I knew he was deceiving me. He was carrying a gun, and he scared me. He terrified me. And I knew I had to run away.
The silence of the dreamscape gave way to deafening sound. I could suddenly hear everyone and everything. I was crying and screaming, and my blue man friend was yelling at me.
“Lucas! Lucas!” His voice was deep and gravelly. Just like Ben’s. I wondered what Ben was doing in my dream. Then I crossed the bridge from dreams to reality.
Ben was sitting on my bed, trying to waken me.
“Wake up,” he said.
I pushed away his arms. “I’m up.”
“Same dream?” he asked.
I nodded. “Things are getting a little clearer, but not clear enough for me to make sense of anything. Something odd did happen this time.”
“What was it?”
“There has never been sound in my dreams before. However, this time, just toward the end, there was. I could hear the voice of the blue man who had been my friend. The weird part is that his voice sounded just like yours.”
“That’s probably because I was trying to wake you up.” Ben smoothed out a blanket I had kicked off. “My voice carried over into your dream.”
“I guess that makes sense. But in my dream the blue man with your voice called me Lucas. You weren’t calling me Lucas were you?”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “No. Why would I do that?”
I shrugged. My alarm clock read 5:30 .
“I might as well get on the road. I won’t be able to get back to sleep.”
“Sounds good.” Ben stood. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“I’m going with you,” he said.
“I don’t need a chaperone, Ben.” I followed him into his room.
“I’m not going as a chaperone.” He pulled off his T-shirt and it took all my strength not to stare at his chest. Heck, it took all my strength not to step forward and run my hands down his chest.
“Then why are you going?” I asked.
“Because I’m your friend and I think you need one on this trip.”
“That’s not necessary, Ben.”
He met my gaze. “I know it’s not, but I want to, so just shut up and deal with it.”
“What about your job?”
“I haven’t taken a vacation in years. Hell, I haven’t taken a day off more than once or twice a year for the past three years. I have plenty of annual leave stored up. It’s already been cleared with my supervisor.”
“When did you talk to your boss about taking time off?”
“Last night after you went to bed.”
“You’re a sneaky bastard.”
He smiled at me, but didn’t say a word.
“I can’t talk you out of this, can I?”
He shook his head. I knew arguing was futile, so I turned and walked to the door, where I stopped and faced Ben again. The word “thanks” was on my lips, but suddenly I couldn’t speak. His back was to me and he obviously didn’t know I was still there. He had bent over to remove his underwear and presented me with a glorious view of his backside. It was a rearview to envy...
