Hello everyone, welcome to my second home, it’s a pleasure to
see ya’ll again. *winks* For the newbies out there—hey hey!—
Havan! Don't grope the readers!
Um…why not? Fine, hello newbies, my name is Havan Fellows. I’m
an author currently published in the M/M romance genre and loving every minute
of it. Seriously, I couldn’t find anyone who would listen to my babble on a
regular basis so why not type it up and send it off to all of you to enjoy…my
family and friends thank you for taking the bullet on this one. lmao
No need checking the blog address you’re on…it’s true you came
to visit Lee Brazil and got me instead. I’ll take the lucky tally mark on this
one. But you see, Lee is kinda to blame for me being here…
Oh naturally. You couldn't blame Will, could you?
I didn’t mean here as in your blog (which btw, Lee hasn’t found
any locks that will keep me out yet). No, I mean here, here…in this delectable
genre writing the tenacious men I do.
Not only that…but Lee had a big hand in the series I’m about to
tell you about, also.
*blushes* I think you're giving me way too much credit on both
counts.
He’s so modest, isn’t it cute? ;)
So…wanna hear a little tale about how I almost published a book
called Geoff’s Fuzzy…or even worse, Fuzzy’s Geoff? Have a seat, enjoy some
coffee and goodies, Lee always has the best baked yummies…
If you can get to them before Havan eats them all!
Back away from the cookies…I’ll share the muffins, but these bad
boys are mine. Now where was I? Oh
yeah…long ago, on a computer far far away (seriously, the computer is
now thousands of miles from where I am)…
*whispers* Don’t worry Lee, I won’t mention the handcuffs…or the
French cutie that said I could keep you…or the Crown Royal (it was Crown,
right?)
It was Johnny Walker Black and so much for keeping secrets!
Hey, you never called sacred.
Orgies!
Where? Are we invited?
Oh yes we are.
Soooooo, Lee and I write with a group of amazing authors called
the Story Orgy. We post weekly snippets (they’ve kinda morphed into
full-fledged chapters instead of snippets lmao) on Mondays based on some sort
of prompt—be it a phrase, picture, item, etc…
Well, this is where Synchronous Seductions came from. First I
wrote Harlan’s Ryde…and the feedback from that was so great that people wanted
Ritchie’s story, and Emery’s Ritches was written.
Do you see a trend with the titles? That’s important…Lee helped
me think them up and I thought the idea of making titles out of the two main
characters’ names was so clever.
Until I hit a roadblock.
After Emery’s Ritches…people met Fuzzy and Geoff and wanted
their story. Um…Fuzzy’s Geoff? Oh hell no I wasn’t gonna name a book that, but
what did that leave me? Um, Geoff’s Fuzzy…
*shakes head*
I know, it was bad. What was I supposed to do? I was freaking
out, I couldn’t change the format of the title, that would’ve killed me. And in
comes Lee! *yay!!*
After he was done laughing at the Geoff’s Fuzzy idea *eyes* and
we bounced a few other ideas off each other…he came to my rescue (oh he should
be used to doing that by now lmao) and realized I hadn’t ever actually told
Fuzzy’s real name yet…
(because no, his real name isn’t Fuzzy…really?)
But Lee was all like, “You should name him Theodore, so it could
be shortened to Teddy and bam(!!) that’s where Fuzzy could’ve originated
from…so call it Geoff’s Teddy?”
*angels sing*
You think I’m exaggerating…but ask any author, coming up with
the perfect title is damn near orgasmic!
I can't really say as that's how I remember it… but sure.
Geoff's Teddy is a terrific book J Rom Com at
its best.
*hip bumps* so how do you remember it?
And Geoff’s Teddy ended up being the third and final installment
in my Synchronous Seductions series, now available all in one great hot bundle.
Synchronous
Seductions
Complete series including:
Harlan’s Ryde, Emery’s Ritches & Geoff’s Teddy
Release
date: July 20, 2015
Blurb:
Seven years ago one of
them made a mistake.
That mistake will change
six lives forever.
Today.
Ryder
made a mistake Harlan can't forgive. Will Ryder cross a line no man should
cross to obtain a second chance?
Ritchie
won't admit he's heartbroken. Emery won't accept less than all of Ritchie's
affection. How will arrogant Emery win snarky Ritchie for his own?
Fuzzy
is an unsatisfied ladies' man. Geoff's a bear-loving man who satisfies.
Problem? Convincing a straight man that satisfaction might be just around the
bend.
Warning: This book is chock full
of domineering men who don’t like to take no for an answer. If arrogant alpha
men make your heart beat faster and other places tingle, this is the book for
you.
172 pages
Categories: M/M Romance, Fiction,
Gay Fiction, Humor, Contemporary, RomCom
Cover Artist: Allison Cassatta
EXCERPT
3
“Seven years, Ryde. You can’t just walk in here after seven fucking years and expect everything to be hunky-dory between us. Should we stroll into the kitchen and I’ll whip us up some of those banana pecan pancakes you love and we can laugh about old times over coffee?”
The sly smile Ryde gave Harlan made his skin tingle in an oh-so-good way, which ironically enough, wasn’t oh-so-good.
“So you remember my favorite breakfast, huh? That’s a start.” Ryde looked around the room again and nodded his head toward the hallway leading to the kitchen. “This way?” And off he went again, like he owned the place.
Okay, get through a quick howdy doody with him, and then send him on his way. You can’t go through this again; you can’t rely on something that never was there. It’s not fair of his damn still spectacular ass to come into your home and put you through hell again. Think of all the failed relationships thanks to this guy, think of all the walls you erected in his honor around your heart. Now here he is, six feet of mouthwatering, dunk-him-in-milk-and-eat-him-up goodness, and you are still the geek with a collection of gag gift pocket protectors. Get rid of him now.
Unfortunately, the only thing Harlan’s body wanted disappeared into the kitchen. Har had a brain and he had a mouth; the problem was that when they didn’t agree, neither of them worked properly. Apparently there was no getting the boys together today, either.
So the rambling started, and before he had his mandatory two cups of coffee. Not good. “If you think for one minute I’m making you pancakes, you have another think coming. I don’t even have any nuts for them, and if I did, I wouldn’t let you have them!” He winced and his eyes widened. Did he just say that? Aloud? To Ryde? Oh hell, he needed Ryde’s inhaler right about now.
EXCERPT
3
“Seven years, Ryde. You can’t just walk in here after seven fucking years and expect everything to be hunky-dory between us. Should we stroll into the kitchen and I’ll whip us up some of those banana pecan pancakes you love and we can laugh about old times over coffee?”
The sly smile Ryde gave Harlan made his skin tingle in an oh-so-good way, which ironically enough, wasn’t oh-so-good.
“So you remember my favorite breakfast, huh? That’s a start.” Ryde looked around the room again and nodded his head toward the hallway leading to the kitchen. “This way?” And off he went again, like he owned the place.
Okay, get through a quick howdy doody with him, and then send him on his way. You can’t go through this again; you can’t rely on something that never was there. It’s not fair of his damn still spectacular ass to come into your home and put you through hell again. Think of all the failed relationships thanks to this guy, think of all the walls you erected in his honor around your heart. Now here he is, six feet of mouthwatering, dunk-him-in-milk-and-eat-him-up goodness, and you are still the geek with a collection of gag gift pocket protectors. Get rid of him now.
Unfortunately, the only thing Harlan’s body wanted disappeared into the kitchen. Har had a brain and he had a mouth; the problem was that when they didn’t agree, neither of them worked properly. Apparently there was no getting the boys together today, either.
So the rambling started, and before he had his mandatory two cups of coffee. Not good. “If you think for one minute I’m making you pancakes, you have another think coming. I don’t even have any nuts for them, and if I did, I wouldn’t let you have them!” He winced and his eyes widened. Did he just say that? Aloud? To Ryde? Oh hell, he needed Ryde’s inhaler right about now.
You can find Synchronous Seductions here:
About
the author:
I
annoy, love, respect, scare, seduce, hurt, anger, infatuate, frustrate,
flatter, envy, amuse and tolerate everyone. I just do it better in writing
thanks to a little thing called…edits.
Okay
no, seriously…I'm a simpleminded person who enjoys the escape from real life
through a book. I write with the group Story Orgy and hope to continue doing so
for a long time. I also am privileged to be with the Pulp Friction writers,
creating intermingling books in a world all our own.
I
recently took the drastic step of quitting my EDJ (evil day job) and am now living
in the gorgeous desert in Arizona making a go at this writing stuff full
time…and I can’t see me regretting this decision ever.
Just
like every other red-blooded human—I get a little bouncy when I get mail (any
kind too…email, comments, private messages…you wanna do it, do it with me
*winks*). So feel free to drop me a line—whether it's on my blog, twitter,
PInterest, or you track me down on FaceBook or Google +…it's easy to catch
someone who wants to be caught.
I
specialize in writing boyxboy though I read almost everything...and I fancy
myself as slightly funny every once in a while. :)
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author:
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