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Bear! Thank you Beatrice for the submission. You will have a paperback copy of Delsyn's Blues when it's out. I don't have a definite release date yet, expect early next year (yes I know it's a while to wait, sorry). If you'd EM me lou(dot)sylvre(at)gmail(dot)com an address where you want it mailed when the time comes, I'll get it out to you. I'll update with news about the release date as it happens.

Thanks also to all others who submitted! All of the offerings were hard to turn down.

There may be more contests, so keep an eye out! (This was fun!)

Halloween, but not Spooky at all, really. Just an interview, but you can read it in costume or not. Bobby D. Whitney asked me some great, challenging questions about humor, and landscape, and the meaning of hero. And more. I really enjoyed the interview. It will be officially posted 10/31 (or maybe 10/30?), and I'll be back to post the link when it's up. I hope you'll watch for it check it out.

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I'm a little late posting this, which means you might have missed out on a couple of good opportunities to boost your library of M/M romance, but there's still time! Thing is, Dreamspinner Press is having a different sale everyday from now until December 31st, but in order to find out what it is that day you have to go by the on-line store and see for yourself.
Or you can sign up for the newsletter the first time you stop in there, and then you'll get the news about the sales delivered right to you. That's probably easiest.

I already posted about the group chat I'm looking forward to tomorrow at Coffeetime Romance—it's noon to 6 EST, 9-3 PST—and I'd love to see you there. (Scroll to the next blog entry for details.)

In other news, on Saturday, 12/31, I'll be around Goodreads for a "meet the author" chat at the Dreamspinner Press discussion board. The time is 1pm to 6pm eastern, 10am to 3 pm Pacific (but I might be there early).

I plan to share some excerpts from Delsyn's Blues (which will be released Monday) and who knows what else, answer questions, chat about whatever comes up, and hopefully learn an interesting thing or two from you. Please stop by to chat, visit, share, just generally get better acquainted, and have some fun.

Yes is different. It isn't a mystery, and though there is a fight it isn't fought with guns. As is always the case when loving humans face impossible odds, Luki and Sonny both reveal their worst, and then have a chance to redeem that with their very best—if they can find the strength for it.

Here's the contest: Write a comment to this post or send me an email at lou(dot)sylvre(at)gmail(dot)com, at least a dozen words. Give the guys some advice on how to get through this. The advice I find the most compelling will be quoted and attributed to you in the book's front matter, and you win an ebook. (Sorry, I know this summer is a long time to wait, but it will get here eventually!)

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Here is an early excerpt from the pre-finalized manuscript:

Luki tried to make it look as though he met the doctor’s eyes, but really he looked out the fifth floor window to the Seattle city traffic. Downtown, lots of people in the street, though not as many as say, New York, or London, both places Luki had been. The opulence of the oncologist’s office held no power to impress Luki. He had means, and before he loved Sonny, this was the kind of place he chose to live and work.

Because it was cold, sterile, empty of connotations and implications.

He looked—surreptitiously, he hoped—from the window to Sonny, marveling at the way he looked beautiful in a new way in every setting. As if he wove himself into a scene the same way he wove shining ideas into his tapestries. Would he, Luki, be here listening to the doctor drone if it wasn’t for Sonny? Probably. But it would mean less.

He registered the doctor’s voice: “Now, I’m not going to mince words...”

That sounded ominous.

“That would be dishonest, and unfair to you.”

“Yes,” Luki answered, because it seemed something was called for. The doctor, who was not, Luki thought, cold or empty, continued to drone. That was the only word Luki could think of for it. Blah, blah, blah. He’d already seen two doctors, had a bevy of pictures taken of his interior—like real estate—and endured poking and prodding that would stir the dead. But he inwardly admitted his reaction—or lack of reaction—to the doctor’s words might be less because of the doctor’s boring manner, and more because he, Luki, didn’t want to hear a detailed description of the tumor in his lung.

Distracted, he gazed at the axial CT images, which made his lung look like an almost egg-shaped hole, and the tumor look like a yoke splatted in the middle of it. Mr. Vasquez, I’m afraid you have a fried egg in your lung. Luki didn’t realize he’d chuckled aloud, until Sonny clamped a hand on his shoulder, and he saw a shocked look on the doctor’s face. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “I was thinking about... something...”

“I’m not sure how much you heard of my explanation, Mr. Vasquez.”

“Just call me Luki, please. I heard it all, I think. Apical tumor, right side, squamous cell, advanced, etcetera.” The doctor and Sonny both looked shocked, and Luki felt shocked, too. He hadn’t realized that despite his efforts not to, he’d heard.

“Yes, well,” Doctor Zhvornak continued. “Good, so now this is the important part, Luki.” He slid his stool closer. “There are both positive signs in terms of what’s in store for you, and negative ones. Negative first: The location in the apex of the lung—”

Another shock, this one physical, coursed through Luki when the doctor tapped his chest to show him where the tumor was growing, rather than pointing to the images. If he was trying to secure all of Luki’s attention, it worked.

“—tends to suggest a less favorable prognosis. And the tumor is advanced, adhering slightly—from what we can see—to the chest wall, here. Understand so far?”

“Yes.”

“More positive: Despite the location of your tumor, you have no signs of Pancoast syndrome—which shows up when a nerve is sheathed in tumor. Though the tumor is large and adherent to the chest wall, I don’t believe it truly invades the tissue there significantly. And, believe it or not, it is favorable to you that this tumor is in your right lung, not your left. Very favorable, we found no evidence for metastases. Do you know what that word means?”

“Yes.”

“We can fight this aggressively if you want. It will most likely involve chemo, radiation, surgery, chemo, and radiation again. Then, either immediately or six months later depending on the signs, another round of chemotherapy. That last round is insurance if we’ve been successful. If we’ve not met with success, if the cancer is still active, then that last round will most likely be palliative. That means—”

“We know what it means!”

“Let him say it, Sonny.”

“Palliative means it’s offered to reduce pain and discomfort in the dying process, and it may possibly lengthen your life by months or maybe a year. I’ve outlined for you the most aggressive treatment, Mr. Vasquez—”

“Luki.”

“Luki, then. I have twenty years of experience treating cancers, and I can tell you yours is far from the least favorable scenario. This treatment regimen is my recommendation—leaving no medical stone unturned, so to speak. You will find the process painful, debilitating, and long. You may never recover your full strength. You will certainly lose part of your lung. You’ll have a new scar. During the process you’ll almost certainly lose your hair.”

Luki had no difficulty maintaining his cool exterior until those last three words. Lose. Your. Hair. His heart began to pound at the thought of grieving his carefully tended chestnut curls, which he considered a mitigating factor, making up in part for his frightening visage with it’s long, livid scar. When he tried to swallow, he coughed. Thankfully it passed without becoming a fit. Sonny sat behind him and to one side, and now he lifted a hand to those curls as if to protect them.

“Statistics mean little in cancer treatment, Luki, but I like to be completely frank. Considering all the information we’ve gathered, the odds are one in three that you’ll survive for the next five years, if we fight with every weapon we have. Do you want to proceed?”

“Yes!” The word fairly burst from Sonny’s lips.

“Mr. James—”

“Call me Sonny.”

“I appreciate, Sonny, that you are invested in Luki’s welfare. Obviously, the two of you care deeply for each other. That, if you can make it last through hell and high water, is in fact another strong point in your favor, Luki. But Sonny, it has to be his choice. You can’t make it for him.”
Luki stood up. “Let’s go, Sonny. Doctor Zhvornak—”

“Doctor Z, please. We’ll get to know each other well, if you opt for treatment, and besides,” he smiled, “everyone massacres my last name.”

Luki laughed—which a few years ago would have been a miracle in itself—but Sonny looked horrified. “Luki, what do you mean, let’s go? We can’t just go. You have to—”

Luki gave Sonny a long, not too friendly stare, then looked over his shoulder at the doctor. “I’ll be in touch. It won’t be long. Thanks for your honesty.” Luki turned to walk out, but Sonny continued to stand in place, his dark skin visibly blanched. Luki raised his brows, “Sonny?” It was more an order than a question.

Sonny followed, but his stiff footfalls proclaimed his shock and anger.

It's almost release day for Yes: A Vasquez and James Novella! July 18th is just six short days away, at last.

I'm looking forward to the release that day, but also to the party! I'm having a "release-day party" at the Dreamspinner Press Blog on Wednesday the 18th. I'll post an excerpt or two, maybe a little backstory, giveaway, answer questions and just have a good time.

On Thursday I'm hoping to take some characters on tour--blog tour that is. Watch for upcoming details! Then, on Saturday, my celebration will wrap-up for the time being with a chat at Dreamspinner's Goodreads.

(I really hope you'll join me because neither a party nor a chat is any fun without company.)

And not to belabor the point, but isn't that a fabulous Reese Dante cover? Yes!

I can't believe I haven't posted since New Year's? Time has just slipped right through my fingers. Well, at long last I have something yummy to share in the world of Luki and Sonny.

Reese Dante's cover for Finding Jackie:



...and a little blurb to lure you!

Luki Vasquez and Sonny Bly James finally have their Hawaiian wedding, and it's perfect, almost. But their three-phase honeymoon is riddled with strife. Luki's status as a working badass spells discord for the newlyweds. A former informant from Luki’s days with ATFE brings a troubling message (or is it a warning?) from a Mob hit man. When Luki’s sixteen-year-old nephew, Jackie, is lured into capture and torture by a sadistic killer, the honeymoon is well and truly over.

The couple put aside their differences and focus on the grueling hunt, which takes them from leather bars to dusty desert back roads, and calls on Sonny’s deep compassion as well as Luki’s sharpest skills. Their world threatens to fall apart if they fail, but their love may grow stronger than ever if they succeed in finding Jackie—before it’s too late.

I'm thrilled that this is coming out soon from Dreamspinner Press. I don't have a release date yet, but I'll post it as soon as I do!

Yes, that's right, Dreamspinner Press , publisher of fine slash romance (including among many others the Vasquz & James Series by Lou Sylvre ... Yes, that's me!) In May, the Press has been going strong for six great years!

*Through tomorrow May 5, they're offering every book in the catalog at 40% off.


*They are offering free books via Twitter--yes, the TweetAways everyone loved last year are back. Just watch Twitter for the announcements.


*This is really cool. Every Sunday, someone will win an e-reader . Excellent, Dreamspinner. Excellent.

Might be a Kindle


Might be a Nook