Need some comedy! :)
Have a great Tuesday!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Hey guys! HAPPY HUMP DAY!
So today I am crashing Colleen Love's place. She's a brave woman letting me in, because well, I tend to carry trouble with me no matter where I go so let see if I can behave myself today (lol). But seriously, thanks Colleen for letting me chill at your place for a bit.
My name is Remmy Duchene and I write gay romance & erotica. I have several titles out with a few different houses (though I am desperately trying to settle down with a few houses). My latest release is titled REDEMPTION and is now with Loose ID. Before that I had SADDLE UP N RIDE! with Phaze. I have CARIBBEAN HEAT and ALL HE WANTS FOR CHRISTMAS with Red Rose Publishing. With Dreamspinner press I have THE CALDWELL EFFECT, FOR YOUR LOVE and was a part of the Sandols and Sodomy anthology with my short HADRIAN. I was fortunate enough to write with the talented and wonderful John Simpson (http://johnsimpsonbooks.com) on a title close to my heart THE ORCHID MURDERS (Thanks for those who made it a best seller at eXtasy books!). I was also fortunate enough to be a best selling author of 2009 with Phaze so it was a great year. And last but certainly not least, I have a titled with a great friend: RIPPED APART (Cauthored by Lee Owens (http://leeowensromance.blogspot.com) that is now available at Red Eclipse Writers on lulu.com
Today I wish to write today about a couple of things one is the reality within the pages of gay romance/erotica and two, culture within my writing.
I write a little bit of both (romance & erotica). Someone asked me a few days ago why don't I write about gay men getting bashed because of who they are and all that drama. Well let me set the record straight right now. I want my writing to be an escapism kind of deal and I also would like people to take something good from my writing. Gay bashing is not something a person would like to escape into--know what I mean? I want a person to--if they had a bad day, to go home, pick up a Remmy title and sigh as they drift gently into a rather happier place for a bit.
Sure, bad things happens in some of my stories because it wouldn't be a good tale without it--but I don't want to add fuel to the fire of putting someone down. I don't tolerate it in my real life and feel horrible if I make someone feel like dirt because of my writing. Whenever there is any form of gay bashing in my works, I make sure I address it.
The second thing I wish to talk about is culture within the pages of my work. I prize myself in writing interracial gay romance/erotica. Why? Well, because I think culture is important no matter who you sleep with and love is love. I've had one hate mail from some ass on Myspace asking me why I had to pull black men into my 'deviances' and I remember laughing so hard I was rolling on the ground with tears pooling down my face (no foolin! I laughed so hard that the next day my ribs were sore.) Here's the deal, most of the gay friends that I have personally (*waves* Hi Zazo and Lee!) are black men. So I'm not pulling anyone into anything. Anyways, I adore mixing cultures. I love the way they come together, they way they love and speak to each other. I love seeing conflict arise because on person is afraid that the other for a different culture wouldn't be interested and the growth they do once they do fall for each other. It's a beautiful thing to watch two people fall in love.
My latest contract is titled CAGE FIGHTER'S SALVATION. I can't give you an excerpt yet because it has to edited first as per my publisher's guidelines but here's a blurb:
All his life, ex-marine, Tadashi Tsubasa has had to fight for everything. After he retires from the Marines, he comes home to find that his lover had fled town with his bank account and his home was repossessed by the bank. His world is plunged into a dark world that he tries to dig himself out of but homeless, alone and depressed, he figures that for once, he cannot fight his way back. When he recieves an invitation to take part in some kind of underground fighting league, he figures he has nothing to lose and fifty thousand dollars to gain. Throwing caution to the wind he takes on this job vowing never to allow any man in again-- ever
Cole Ashton is the head of the Ultimum Gym chain. He hates his job but to be a good boy, he follows in his father's footsteps. When his brother invites him to an illegal cage fight, Cole reluctantly goes and the instant he sees the fighter known only as "Wings" Cole falls hard. The sexy, Japanese fighter made Cole want to give everything up for just one night in the fighter's arms. But as he get to know Tadashi, Cole realises that Tadashi is fighting more than the men in the ring; Tadashi is fighting demons. Right then and there, Cole decides that Tadashi is worth it but how much can one man take?
You can find out more about CAGE FIGHTER'S SALVATION (Coming soon to Red Rose Publishing) by visiting me on the web. You can find me on facebook by searching REMMY DUCHENE. http://remmyduchene.webs.com and follow me at my blog at http://remmyduchene.blogspot.com
Thanks again Colleen for letting me stop by and have a lovely hump day!
Gay Romance Author
Saturday, April 10, 2010
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Friday, April 2, 2010
Today's Critter Tale is brought to you by the one, and only, Lad.
Now, before I get to his story let me tell you a little bit about this gentle, lovable stallion. He loves his blanket on a cold wet day and the farrier, to have his hooves done. He doesn't even need to be held, and when he gets his new, shiny shoes, he lifts his hooves to show them to you and races around the corral and out to field to show you how fast he can run. He loves to be cuddled, scratched and massaged and will point to where he wants the scratching. He will even lift his legs to help you, kind of like a giant pup does. When you do something that gives him pleasure, he yawns and rubs on you.
He comes to the fence corner over looking my yard and stares into my house until I come out to talk to him, or better, come to love on him.
So, having said that, on with the story.
Yesterday afternoon, was warm enough to take blankets off for the afternoon, so my friend, and his owner, did so and asked if I would blanket later in the evening. No worries! So, come evening, I went up and Laddie was standing in the corral, going out to pasture. I asked him if he wanted his blanket on, that's usually all it takes and he comes into his stall. Well, not today. So, I just went and put Passion's blanket on and figured I'd give him a minute. Of course that takes me a bit, as I have to stand there and love on her for awhile, and then Buddy, and Scooter and of course Tanner too... you get the idea. So, after making rounds I get back to Lad's stall and...
I'm grumbling now, so I go to look out the door and into the corral. He is at the far end, by Scooter, who is his buddy and he isn't budging an inch. Matter of a fact, he is nodding at me and yawning. He wants me to come to him!
So, I get his blanket, which I will add weighs a good ten pounds and half drags on the ground. I get it all organized so all I have to do is slip it over his head and clip on the straps. No worries, right? Well, let's not forget that the mud I have to wade through is shin deep and nearly sucks my boots off, and if you walk along the fence, well
you run the risk of falling into the hot fence! So, slow caution is the thought process here, thus my grumbling. I don't usually operate too well in slow gear, hehe. So, I make it out to Lad and he rubs and loves on me most appreciatively and I open the blanket up for him to dive in to, which he usually does. But no, not today. He simply turned and walked away!! Leaving me standing there like a blanket bound idiot, standing knee deep in mud! I had a few words for him, took a deep breath and followed after him back to his stall. What else can I do? At least now he is in his stall.
When I finally make it back in, he has his head low, giving me love looks and yawning at me, because he's cute. He knows I'm not at all amused and he rubs and loves on me and even holds his nose out willingly for me to put his blanket on. He is still yawning and smiling at me and of course I can't be mad at him when he does that. lol Tanner, our 30 year old, is standing there nodding and chuckling at me. I think he was in on the joke too.
(Yes, that is my hand in there. You can see, just from that, I have to reach up to him. I love him to bits!)
When I told my family about this, they got a chuckle out of it and my daughter reminded me that it was April Fools day. So, you can see that animals DO have a sense of humor and know what they are doing. This time the joke's on me.
For my friend, this was priceless. She laughed so hard, because she knows what a prankster he can be. :)
Hope you have a great weekend