<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089174687875031260</id><updated>2011-09-12T11:59:22.722-07:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Ghost of His Past'/><category term='Friday Night'/><title type='text'>Author Liam Drake</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Liam writes gay spec fic and erotic romance. Take a walk on the dark side...&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LiamDrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311407518227803492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089174687875031260.post-456359287939938715</id><published>2011-09-02T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:53:00.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Party with the authors from Purple Sword</title><content type='html'>Join Purple Sword Publications for our September Blog Party! Meet new authors, visit some favorites, find some great new books to check out, and best of all, be eligible for some amazing prizes. Email Robyn at promorobyn@gmail.com for rules and more details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find&amp;nbsp;more fantastic Purple Sword authors at &lt;a href="http://www.purplesword.com/"&gt;http://www.purplesword.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089174687875031260-456359287939938715?l=liamdrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/feeds/456359287939938715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089174687875031260&amp;postID=456359287939938715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/456359287939938715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/456359287939938715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-party-with-authors-from-purple.html' title='Blog Party with the authors from Purple Sword'/><author><name>LiamDrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311407518227803492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089174687875031260.post-5147416028906349435</id><published>2011-09-02T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:51:50.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Friday Night</title><content type='html'>I wrote Friday Night in a hurry. Somethimes stories just come to me when I'm waiting in line, waiting to get somewhere, or just waiting. What if this guy got turned into a werewolf; what if he wasn't who he wanted to be (like most everyone); what if he had one chance to stick up for himself and be that guy in charge, that guy that everyone else looks to for leadership and support. That's Friday Night in a nutshell. That's Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089174687875031260-5147416028906349435?l=liamdrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/feeds/5147416028906349435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089174687875031260&amp;postID=5147416028906349435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/5147416028906349435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/5147416028906349435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/2011/09/about-friday-night.html' title='About Friday Night'/><author><name>LiamDrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311407518227803492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089174687875031260.post-6315945671935063888</id><published>2011-04-30T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:54:57.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Night'/><title type='text'>More About Jack - A Scavenger Hunt</title><content type='html'>My publisher and a couple others are having a grand online scavenger hunt. In order to enter, you need to email &lt;a href="mailto:promorobyn@gmail.com"&gt;promorobyn@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and ask her for a list of questions to answer. Then you get to hop about online and read about different book characters so you can answer the questions. Every participating author has donated prizes, so maybe you'll win something. I offered a free download of any of my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my interview of Jack from Friday Night, a naughty little wolfish story of finding new love and himself. &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://purplesword.com/zencart/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=2&amp;amp;products_id=63" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://purplesword.com/zencart/images/fridaynight_200x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click Me to Find Out More About Jack&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, what's it like being a werewolf?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It totally sucks. It's not easy to hide and I get these monthly urges to hunt whenever the moon is full. Kinda puts a freakin' damper on a relationship. At first, I didn't know what was happening to me, but after a while I was able to become more aware during the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's Friday Night about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it's about me and Raul falling for each other then my ex kidnaps him. Oh yeah and his crazy sister tags along and scares me. I thought I had issues... Anyways, it's about finding a place to fit in, finding out who I'm supposed to be. All my life I've been thrown away or used. It was nice to finally find someone who didn't want to treat me like trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did you become a werewolf?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite. My ex. Seriously, he was a total nutcase. He was into pain and infliciting it on me. Lost his temper and well, it was a full moon and all. He liked the control, liked being the pack leader. But I never had a choice in the matter, so I took off the first chance I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you like best about Raul?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he talks with that heavy Spanish accent. Oh and his eyes. Dark chocolate eyes I can't stop looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you could change any one thing about yourself, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn't a werewolf. I wish I could take it all back, hit rewind you know and make it like it never happened. But then again, if I wasn't what I am, I don't think I'd have found Raul. Life has a funny way of working like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089174687875031260-6315945671935063888?l=liamdrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/feeds/6315945671935063888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089174687875031260&amp;postID=6315945671935063888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/6315945671935063888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/6315945671935063888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-about-jack-scavenger-hunt.html' title='More About Jack - A Scavenger Hunt'/><author><name>LiamDrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311407518227803492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089174687875031260.post-3209992268907398518</id><published>2010-12-16T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T06:45:15.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Review: Friday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday Night by Liam Drake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://purplesword.com/zencart/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=2&amp;amp;products_id=63"&gt;Purple Sword &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranormal, M/M&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: 978-1-936165-62-9&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Miranda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joyfullyreviewed.com/new-reviews/friday-night-by-liam-drake"&gt;Joyfully Reviewed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was changed into a shifter against his will by his ex-boyfriend Pedro. He has been on the run most of his life. Now, he’s hiding from his ex praying the abusive jerk doesn’t find him. Jack has finally settled into a routine; an insignificant job that pays the bills but, more importantly, he’s met the stunning Raul. Raul flips his switch. He comes in to Jack’s work every day to each lunch with him. Jack really wants to make a move but how would Raul respond to the fact that Jack is a werewolf? Jack knows Pedro is going to catch up with him one day can he put another at risk? Jack has been submissive his entire life. What will it take for him to take charge and become the dominant Alpha he is meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night is an exciting romantic book. Jack and Raul are so darling together. I was rooting for them from the start. I enjoyed the journey that Jack goes on, from the beginning to the end; he really discovers who he truly is. There was a nice bit of shifter action in there as well but Jack stole the show. He is a unique and endearing character. Raul’s sister was a hoot as well. Friday Night is date night and this book is definitely a good one to snuggle up with on any night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089174687875031260-3209992268907398518?l=liamdrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/feeds/3209992268907398518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089174687875031260&amp;postID=3209992268907398518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/3209992268907398518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/3209992268907398518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/2010/12/review-friday-night.html' title='Review: Friday Night'/><author><name>LiamDrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311407518227803492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089174687875031260.post-7083851619392379285</id><published>2010-10-13T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T23:52:39.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Night'/><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OEhoctWxfaA/TLXWm1w4SJI/AAAAAAAAABg/_Zb-swTpBWU/s1600/fridaynight_200x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OEhoctWxfaA/TLXWm1w4SJI/AAAAAAAAABg/_Zb-swTpBWU/s1600/fridaynight_200x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FRIDAY NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available at &lt;a href="http://www.purplesword.com/"&gt;http://www.purplesword.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack has a secret, a shady past, a jilted lover. So many reasons to avoid…Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's been on the run all his life, always the submissive, always the man taking the fall, with no one solid to hold onto. But since his bad breakup with his ex, a werewolf with a penchant for cruelty and domination, things have been changing. The wolf in Jack wants out, and he isn't as yielding as the man. When Jack's new interest asks for an intimate date on Friday night, one day before the next full moon, Jack needs to decide who's in charge, man or wolf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCERPT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re blushing,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. Had to keep the libido in check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His other hand came across the table and took hold of my fingers. “I am looking forward to Friday night,” he said. “To having you all to myself, not out in the open. I think maybe…you will let yourself out when it’s the two of us. You’ll stop being so cautious. No?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head. “Maybe. Hell, I don’t know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We can’t keep running for the rest of our lives. We have to try again, Jack. Why not now? Why not you? Why not me? We know what it’s like to be hurt. To run. To feel like we are not worth more than dirt.” He winced when he said that last part, obviously haunted by his past as much as I was haunted by mine. “I won’t hurt you.” He grinned, all seriousness gone from his eyes when he whispered, “Not unless you ask me to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ha.” I squeezed his hand, imagining the possibilities, ready to make up monthly lies to hide why I’d be gone every full moon. Desperate for companionship. Hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed with him while he ate his lunch. Every lick of the fork or suck he made on his lower lip only increased my torture, my lust for the man sitting in front of me. He talked about work, about his boss and the old woman that answered phones for the company. He liked the old woman a lot. Called her Nana as if she were his grandmother. He talked about his little sister who would be coming to visit him any day now and now I understood why he had asked me about liking women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When’s the last time you saw her?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seven years. Our stepfather was evil to Maria. He was abusive to the both of us. It’s worse for a girl I think.” Pain transformed his stern features into something crushing, ultimate sorrow and regret. “My sister is stronger than me,” he said in a low growl. “She survived. She stayed there after I ran away. She is the strongest person I know.” He pushed his empty plate aside and frowned. “You will meet her, Jack. You will see what I mean. I’ve told her about you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glanced at his watch and shook his head, blue-black hair shining beneath the fluorescent lights. “Have to go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cautionary instinct fired off inside me. Run. RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His arms clutched my body, barring me to him as he turned his face to one side and pressed his firm lips to my mouth. I was trapped. I was scared. I was afraid of being hurt again. The wolf in me shivered and whined. Then, with a defeated whimper, the wolf submitted. Heat washed over my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raul broke away and left me standing there as he rushed out back to work. It wasn’t weird for men to kiss each other here. It was a gay bar after all. But it was weird for me to be kissed like that. Out in the open. Forcefully with passion, not trickery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089174687875031260-7083851619392379285?l=liamdrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/feeds/7083851619392379285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089174687875031260&amp;postID=7083851619392379285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/7083851619392379285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/7083851619392379285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>LiamDrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311407518227803492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OEhoctWxfaA/TLXWm1w4SJI/AAAAAAAAABg/_Zb-swTpBWU/s72-c/fridaynight_200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089174687875031260.post-8590485902039204616</id><published>2009-10-11T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T10:19:42.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost of His Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>A Review for Ghost of His Past</title><content type='html'>“Ghost of His Past” is a very nostalgic and gentle type of story; it’s about broken pasts meddling unsuccessfully with the present and dangerously with what the future may come to. The author does well to combine certain aspects and make it work. The contemporary setting, with the religious overtones mingled with a slight paranormal element, made this story a fascinating read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shaz&lt;br /&gt;rainbow-reviews.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089174687875031260-8590485902039204616?l=liamdrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/feeds/8590485902039204616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089174687875031260&amp;postID=8590485902039204616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/8590485902039204616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/8590485902039204616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/2009/10/review-for-ghost-of-his-past.html' title='A Review for Ghost of His Past'/><author><name>LiamDrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311407518227803492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089174687875031260.post-5248773864528002448</id><published>2009-06-26T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T10:20:02.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost of His Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>First Review for Ghost of His Past</title><content type='html'>GHOST OF HIS PAST&lt;br /&gt;LIAM DRAKE&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: unavailable&lt;br /&gt;May 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Purple Sword Publications&lt;br /&gt;www.PurpleSword.com&lt;br /&gt;E-Book&lt;br /&gt;$4.00&lt;br /&gt;54 Pages&lt;br /&gt;Erotic Romance, GLBT, Paranormal&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4 Cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike can only watch helplessly as powerful emotions run across his lover’s face. This trip home to Greece is suddenly looking a lot less like a vacation, and more like a death sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closer he gets to home, the harder it is for Demitri to hide his pain. So many memories and so much heartache surround his tiny home village, but he needs to bury his past if he is to ever move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fissions of fear and trepidation creep up Mike’s spine the closer they get to Demitri’s home. Something has happened here that Demitri is hiding, and Mike cannot help but feel their relationship could be in serious jeopardy. Staying in his grandmother’s home finally forces the issue for Demitri when Mike experiences much more than tingling suspicions. The pain, the guilt, and the fear all come to a head, but will Mike and Demitri survive the fallout, or will Demitri’s past reclaim his heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening paragraph sets the scene for this emotionally heart-wrenching love story. The relationship between Mike and Demitri feels like you are treading on thin ice, and at any moment someone is going to crash right through. I could not help but want to know more about Mike’s past as well, given his relentless insecurities. This is not a lighthearted feel good story, but one that will hopefully open your eyes and hearts to the pain these men face on a daily basis when they have to hide their love due to society's prejudices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lototy&lt;br /&gt;Reviewer for &lt;a href="http://coffeetimeromance.com"&gt;Coffee Time Romance &amp; More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089174687875031260-5248773864528002448?l=liamdrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/feeds/5248773864528002448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089174687875031260&amp;postID=5248773864528002448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/5248773864528002448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/5248773864528002448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-review-for-ghost-of-his-past.html' title='First Review for Ghost of His Past'/><author><name>LiamDrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311407518227803492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089174687875031260.post-5812881411044213314</id><published>2009-05-21T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T10:20:22.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost of His Past'/><title type='text'>Ghost of His Past: Now Available</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OEhoctWxfaA/ShXNalAeiVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WK95pzcPMLY/s1600-h/ghostofhispast_200x300_MED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OEhoctWxfaA/ShXNalAeiVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WK95pzcPMLY/s320/ghostofhispast_200x300_MED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338398789811997010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paranormal erotic romance, Ghost of His Past, is now available for download from Purple Sword. Take a trip to Greece and get lost in the past of an ex-lover with Mike, as he helps Demitri face what he left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing Demitri’s past is not an easy task for his lover, Mike. On a trip to Greece to visit relatives and celebrate Easter, secrets are revealed that were long dead and buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has always known that Demitri was married to a woman prior to their relationship, but when he travels to his lover’s childhood home and meets with a cousin, he is surprised to learn that Demitri had another lover he didn’t know about. Haunted by his memories and the stigma surrounding his youthful relationship with a young man named Nicolas, Demitri must face what he has left behind and tried to forget. But it is Mike who is most affected by the voice that asks for forgiveness and a second chance from beyond the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean again, and spent from a long day of driving and remembering, we went to bed naked and he fell asleep in my arms. I lay there awake, thinking about our future again. I don’t know why I kept feeling so insecure about what was to come, but I did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;When I finally dozed off, my mind envisioned the two of us out in the woods with Lukia watching from some high vantage to be sure none of the villagers discovered our tryst. Naked and entangled, we made love to each other in the shadow of a great church. What it meant, I didn’t know, maybe just the stress of having to be in the village, of learning about my lover’s past, and facing his coming to terms with the religion and secrets he had left behind. But it wasn’t a good dream. It was a nightmare of fear, hatred, and secrets. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sometime in the night, I rolled away from the safety of my lover’s arms and the covers. Cold embraced me. I shivered and dreamed of being alone and abandoned in a dark place where no one knew me, and no one wanted to help me escape. Men wearing black clothing turned their backs on me. I tried to get out, but the horrible feeling that it was too late to escape overwhelmed me. There was no way out, no way out alive at least. I wandered corridors and halls until my feet ached with blisters. Exhausted and hopeless, I collapsed in one of many empty rooms and raised my head to a ray of light streaming from a high window. Rainbow colors met my eyes. I squinted at the unbearable brightness, and yet all I wanted to do was look into it and find the truth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;“Mike! Wake up. You’re having a bad dream.” Hot palms held my shoulders. Demitri’s unique scent filled my nostrils. “It’s just a dream.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;“A dream,” I repeated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;“Are you all right? You were screaming.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I blinked. Twilight lightened the room in shades of gray. “I dreamed I was alone. That’s all.” The shadows played across my lover’s face. But I had dreamed of a different kind of alone, a place I didn’t belong in or care to ever be. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;“You’re not alone, Mike.” He held me against his body and pulled the covers over our nakedness. “I won’t leave you alone.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The unmistakable sensation that someone was watching us unsettled me. I raised my head and stared at the doorway. The silhouette of a young man dressed in dark clothing, all shadow and black, spied on us from that vantage. Goose bumps prickled my skin. The image reminded me of what I imagined Demitri’s father would have looked like, staring down at his son with disapproval.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The shape vanished as the sun rose higher and lit the shadows, exiling them from the room. The world returned to the present, but I knew we had been visited by something from the past. What I didn’t know was if I should share this strange secret with Demitri. Would he laugh at me? Would he think I was losing my mind? I tried to forget the shape of the ghost in the doorway, but the longer I lay there and stared at the empty space where it had been, the more I realized something had been there moments before, a silent something that had a message to share with me or maybe both of us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089174687875031260-5812881411044213314?l=liamdrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/feeds/5812881411044213314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089174687875031260&amp;postID=5812881411044213314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/5812881411044213314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089174687875031260/posts/default/5812881411044213314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamdrake.blogspot.com/2009/05/ghost-of-his-past-now-available.html' title='Ghost of His Past: Now Available'/><author><name>LiamDrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311407518227803492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OEhoctWxfaA/ShXNalAeiVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WK95pzcPMLY/s72-c/ghostofhispast_200x300_MED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
