We’re not big sweet-eaters in this house. In fact, when my kids were small, there was a rule that kids didn’t get candy or cake until after they reached three (other than maybe on a birthday). This was done because of the rate of diabetes in my family, and we didn’t want to encourage the kids to develop a “sweet tooth.” Instead of candy and cake, we encouraged the kids to eat fruit or to taste the sweetness in healthier choices (savory and sweet entrees—sweet and sour pork, sweet potatoes, salads with a sweet-savory dressing). As a result of our “programming” my kids grew up favoring vegetables.

When they grew older and were in school, we couldn’t keep them away from sweets, but we still didn’t keep candy or cakes in the cupboard for snacking. A candy bar was a once in a while treat. And guess what? These days, my dd still eats a portion of a standard candy bar and puts the rest in the fridge for another day because it’s too much.

The other night, the adults had a sugar urge and went to Baskin Robbins to buy those pints of ice cream. We all had a bowl, and the rest went in the freezer—and most of what was left over is still there. Doesn’t mean we don’t love ice cream—oh no. We love ice cream, but my daughter can take a couple of bites, and she’s done. A bowl looks enticing, but she can’t handle eating more than those couple of bites. (I like a bit more!)

What are our choices for that once in a Blue Moon splurge? The SIL loves vanilla. My dd loves peanut butter/chocolate. I love Rocky Road. The 11-year-old’s fave is always orange sherbet. The other two girls take spoons of all the flavors.

Anyway, for a chance to win a $5 Amazon gift card, tell me what your favorite ice cream flavors are! Enjoy the puzzle! 

Hello, Delilah! Thank you for welcoming me here to share my new release! Gideon’s Gratitude is the fifth book in my Love in Mission City world.

This book is special to my heart and has a story.  I mean, all my books have stories behind them – why the writer wrote that story at that moment.  But this one is a bit unique. In October 2020, I attended a virtual romance writer conference.  One of the editors taking pitches was from Harlequin. I had just learned they were accepting manuscripts with gay couples.  I had already written Ginger Snapping All the Way, as well as two novellas.  Ginger hadn’t been published yet, but I had confidence it was a good book.  I messaged back and forth with a friend who wrote for that line, and she helped me craft a pitch.

I made the pitch.  I might’ve implied the book was almost finished and just needed some polishing.  Well, I had notes…

The editor loved the pitch.  Loved the tropes I had chosen.  He gave me his email to send the manuscript.

I spent the next month writing like a demon.  I finished the book with five words to spare (there was a specific word count).  I paid my freelance editor to polish it, and I sent it off.  I admit, I had visions of finally achieving my dream.  A contract with a Big 5 publisher!

Now, the year before, I’d had an editor say the same thing for a different book.  I sent it to her and, while the manuscript sat on her desk, she left the company.  She didn’t give my book to anyone, and that publisher requires an agent. I hadn’t been able to land an agent, so having that editor leave without doing something with my precious manuscript really hurt.  Still, I sent it to the Wild Rose Press, and they acquired it—as well as the rest of the trilogy.  Working with a small press is awesome, and I’m happy those books found a home.

Back to my current book.  I’d named it Gideon’s Second Chance Christmas.  I thought I had something special.  I mean, I’m supposed to say that about all my books, but this one…there was a lot of me in the book.  The book is very raw, full of angst.

Four months later, my friend who had helped me create the pitch told me the editor had left.  Clearly, he hadn’t forwarded my manuscript to anyone either.  I was devastated, but that press had a way to submit books without an agent.  I raced over there, only to discover that line had just — and I mean just — started requiring an agent.  In other words, if I’d sent it through the system and not to the editor directly, I still would’ve had a shot.  Now, I had jack.

I was heartbroken.  My dream felt out of reach.  They had another line that published queer books.  I knew my book wouldn’t fit, though.

By that time, I’d written a follow up to Ginger – Stanley’s Christmas Redemption.  I was publishing another novella and then another novel with the Wild Rose Press.  I signed up for a multi-author series.  I kept moving forward.

And yet, Gideon sat.  Now, the book was written in third person past tense.  All my recent queer books were first person past tense. (I did rather than he did).

Still Gideon sat. I published more books, novellas, and a ton of short stories.

I couldn’t face Gideon.

Then I decided the time had come.  I’d published my third Love in Mission City book – Sleigh Bells and Second Chances, and my fourth, Rayne’s Return was to be released shortly.  I’d had the notion of making Gideon book 4, but Everett and Rayne insisted they go next.

Finally, I picked up Gideon.  I’m not going to lie — changing 60k words from third person to first is BRUTAL.  I can confidently say that after my changes and a self-editing pass, two passes by my editor, my proofreader taking her turn, as well as my narrator, we still found more things to fix.  When I was proofing the audio, I found another three.  Now I can confidently say there are probably at least two or more POV slips that we all missed. Yes, those buggers are stubborn.

So Gideon’s Gratitude is out in the world today.  For those of you who read my Love in Mission City series, you’ll find it takes place at the same time as Sleigh Bells and four other stories.  Why?  Because it’s a Christmas book, and I didn’t want to jump a year.  I have more books to write, and I didn’t want to advance previous couples too far.  I can also confidently say that having five stories take place at the same time is NUTS.  But it is what it is.

That’s the story.  I’m still trying for a contract with a Big 5. I would still love to see my book on a shelf in a bookstore.  In the meantime, I’ll keep writing books and self-publishing (and sending things to my small press publisher as well…)

Okay.  Thanks for letting me visit today, Delilah!

Contest: I want to give a prize to one lucky commentor.  When you see a series and you’re considering reading it, what makes you take the risk and pick up book 1?  Are there such things as too many books in a series and that turns you off?  Curious minds want to know!  One lucky commentor, chosen by Random, will win a copy of my romantic suspense Rayne’s Return as well as the short prequel to Gideon, Archer’s Awakening. Archer is not required reading to enjoy Gideon, but it does explain an anecdote in the book.  Good luck!

Gideon’s Gratitude

Gideon

When my marriage fell apart, and I lost custody of my kids, my world shattered. My own fault, all of it, from the pills I was taking to how badly I handled the court case. I retreated to my grandparents’ old home, shut the door, and hunkered down with my Labrador Retriever, Lucky. Life is rough, and the constant construction noise from the mansion going up next door will truly be the end of me.

Archer

I’d never met the man living next door until a storm forces me to take refuge with him. Gideon’s skittish, generous, and oddly endearing. I’m dismayed the construction of my post-divorce home has been so upsetting for him, but there’s little I can do to ease that distress. What I can do, though, is use my skills as a talented divorce attorney to help with the most painful part of his life, the unfair custody arrangement that keeps him from being with his kids.

Gideon’s Gratitude is a small-town, opposites attract, hurt-comfort gay romance about a former longshoreman who believes he’s broken and the lawyer who believes there’s life after divorce.

Links:
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Gideons-Gratitude-Love-Mission-City-ebook/dp/B0F4NRFQZJ
Universal Book Link: https://books2read.com/GideonsGratitude
Add it to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/231327764-gideon-s-gratitude

About the Author

USA Today Bestselling author Gabbi Grey lives in beautiful British Columbia where her fur baby chin-poo keeps her safe from the nasty neighborhood squirrels. Working for the government by day, she spends her early mornings writing contemporary, gay, sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances. While she firmly believes in happy endings, she also believes in making her characters suffer before finding their true love. She also writes m/f romances as Gabbi Black and Gabbi Powell.

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Report Card

Last week…

1. I completed edits for an author & began edits for another!
2. Still no swimming due to the pool pump quitting on us! However, the repairman came out and replaced the motor for the pump, so we’re working on getting the algae tamed.
3. Healthwise, I am gradually getting used to the 1-2 punch of Keytruda and Lenvima for my targeted immunotherapy. I still fight fatigue and the occasional bout of diarrhea, but it’s much improved!
4. I’m painting, though not daily! I’m approaching the end of #the100dayproject. Here’s one of last week’s accomplishments.

This next week…

1. I’ll continue working on edits of a manuscript for another author.
2. I’ll begin reading the Burn: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology entries! I can’t wait to see what I have!
3. I’ll continue painting to complete #the100dayproject.
4. Any day now, I’ll be back to swimming in the pool—maybe as soon as this afternoon!
5. I have a blood draw scheduled for later this week in preparation for my infusion appointment the following week.

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Be sure to check out these posts and enter to win the prizes that are still up for grabs:

1. June Into July (Contest) — Last day to enter! Win an Amazon gift card!
2. My New Guilty Pleasure (Contest) — Last day to enter! Win an Amazon gift card!
3. Memory Game: More Guilty Pleasures (Contest) — This one ends soon! Win an Amazon gift card!
4. Ava Cuvay: The Down & Dirty on the Short Story (Contest) — This one ends soon! Win a FREE book!
5. Saturday Puzzle-Contest: Poised at the “Star Gate” — This one ends soon! Win an Amazon gift card!
6. Bookmark Giveaway! — Win a hand painted bookmark!
7. Flashback: Knight in Transition (Contest — 2 Winners!) — Win a FREE book!
8. Let’s Celebrate World Kebab Day! — Win an Amazon gift card!
9. Saturday Puzzle-Contest: The Ideal Vacation — Win an Amazon gift card!

I’m feeling lazy today. Insomnia struck last night, and I watched a movie on my iPhone instead of sleeping. Watched a good one with my family earlier in the evening. If you like action and comedy, you have to check out Heads of State. Idris Elba and John Cena? An epic plane crash? Witty puns? Yeah, we enjoyed it mightily!

Anyway, all those foreign settings they zoomed through got me thinking about vacations. For a chance to win a $5 Amazon gift card, tell me your ideal vacation. You can solve the puzzle to figure out mine. 🙂

Yes, it’s another silly holiday, but since it centers around food, and I’m currently peckish, I’m going with it!

Everyone’s eaten a kebab, right? Chunks of marinated meat, maybe skewered along with pieces of vegetables and mushrooms, then grilled to perfection… Serve it over a bed of rice… Yeah, that sounds really good to me. You can grill, bake, or broil them. Grilled just tastes better to me.

And my favorite kind of kebab (although it’s arguably not actually a kebab because its origin is Greece, not the Middle East) is Greek souvlaki.

When I make it, I marinate chicken chunks ahead of time in a mixture of olive oil, oregano, basil, garlic, onion, salt and pepper, along with the juice of a lemon.  After they’re cooked, I slide the meat off the skewer, wrap it in a piece of flatbread or pita, add chunks of cucumber and tomato, chopped Kalamata olives, diced onions, a banana pepper and a big dollop of Tsitsiki sauce. Don’t know what that is? Basically, it’s yoghurt with cucumber, dill, and garlic—so good!

So, that’s my favorite kind of kebab. What’s yours? Comment for a chance to win a $5 Amazon gift card!

Before I wrote bounty hunters, I wrote about vampires…

Knight in Transition

A member of an elite police unit sworn to hunt vampires, Joe Garcia’s life is turned upside down when he’s transformed into one. On a quest for a cure, Joe’s search brings him to New Orleans in a last-ditch effort to recover his humanity.

Professor Lily Carlson, a renowned expert in vampire lore, has a condition of her own. Her sexual libido has been in hyper-drive for months. Her only defense is to hide behind her glasses and tweed suits and stay as far away from men as possible. However, she’s thrilled to discover vampires really do exist when Joe shows up on her balcony.

Although Joe deflects her attempts to make him a case study and confirm a few vampire statistics, he is drawn by her powerful allure. When werewolves join the chase and track her through New Orleans, Joe’s cop instincts tell him there’s a mystery to solve. Intent on protecting her, he must seek help from the last vampire on Earth he wants to ask.

While his hopes for deliverance from his fate dwindle, Lily’s life is forever altered by an unexpected inheritance.

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How it begins…

The small sign in the café window read: Welcome Vampires and Sanguinarians! (No blood products provided—none permitted on premises! The Management).

Joe Garcia snorted. Every human in the place was a walking, breathing blood product — a portable soda fountain for the Fanged Ones.

He pushed through the glass door and tried to dampen the hope that rose in his chest, causing his heart to beat faster and his hands to sweat. Thusfar, he’d met only disappointment in his long search. This might be just another dead end-the last one he could afford before his cash ran out and his credit card was maxed.

Professor Carlson was his last hope.

Inside the cafe, enticing aromas assailed him. The smell of roasted coffee beans, which had been his life’s blood in another existence, was overlaid with the tangy scent of the real thing-the warm, viscous red stuff. The latter reminded him he hadn’t fed this evening, and hunger gnawed at his belly, making him edgy and irritable.

And something else enticed him. Something dark and sensual perfumed by a female musk with a tincture so unique it immediately sent a curl of heat to his groin.

He walked past the coffee bar without acknowledging the barrista’s greeting and wound his way through the tables, ignoring the human appetizers. His gaze was fixed on a menu board at the entrance of a roped-off area in the back, that read, “Vampire Survey Here”. An arrow pointed down to a table laden with a stack of pamphlets.

He brushed past the table, searching the back of the restaurant for his quarry.
“Sir, are you here ’bout da survey Professor Carlson is conductin’?”

Joe turned toward the voice flavored with a deep Louisianan accent. A pleasant-faced girl with black corkscrew curls all around her head sat at a table near the cordoned entrance.

He bit back the rude retort that immediately came to mind and answered, “Yes. I need to speak with her.”

“Well, you’ll have to complete a screenin’ survey first,” she said pleasantly but firmly, holding up a stapled document.

Joe sighed and accepted the papers. What the hell? Five more minutes wouldn’t kill him.

“Do you have a pencil?” she asked. When he shook his head, she gave him a superior smile and extended a short, sharpened pencil.

Joe didn’t like her attitude one bit, so he reached for her hand, running his fingers over her palm before taking it.

Her smile slipped and Joe could well imagine her thoughts. Another vampire wannabe was hitting on her. He smiled and let her see his teeth.

Her eyes narrowed and a single brow rose. She wasn’t impressed.

That actually gave Joe hope he was in the right place after all. His sharp fangs hadn’t fazed her.

“You can take a seat with the other guy,” she said, indicating the first booth along the back wall.

Joe walked over and slid across the vinyl seat opposite a young man dressed in black leather and sporting no less than five facial piercings. The piercings glittered like tinsel in the dim light and Joe wondered how the kid could stand leather in May-New Orleans was already sweltering, even at night.

Turning over the top page of his survey, Joe quickly scanned the questions. He hoped like hell they were only meant to screen out the weirdoes and pretenders. Otherwise, he was screwed.

He wet the tip of his pencil on his tongue and read the first question.

“Do you consider yourself a Vampire or a Sanguinarian?”

Since he had no clue what a Sanguinarian was, he checked, “Vampire.”

“If you checked ‘Vampire’, skip to question 6.”

Maybe this wouldn’t take so long after all.

In the middle of the page, he found 6. “How often do you have the urge to drink blood?”

He checked the block beside, “More than three times a day.” Three times a night would be more accurate.

“How often do you drink blood?”

“Once a day.”

“Do you drink your own blood?”

“What would be the point?” he muttered, and checked “No.”

When he reached the question, “Do you drink blood during sexual encounters?”, he’d had enough.

He tossed the survey to the table and started to rise.

“She won’t see you unless you finish the survey,” Metal Boy said, without looking up from his form.

“She’ll see me.”

The young man’s mouth twisted into a sneer. “You’ll have to wait your turn. I was here first.”

Joe lifted his lips and showed him his fangs.

Metal Boy smirked and then lifted his lips, displaying a whole row of sharpened teeth.

Joe took a quick glance around the café to make sure no one was near, and then leaned over the table and shook his head. He let the change come over him, reveling for once in the wildness that surged in his veins as the bones in his forehead and brow shifted, and his skin stretched tightly.

The boy’s eyes widened until the whites symmetrically framed his irises. “I-I’ve just thought of somewhere else I need to be,” he said, and quickly scooted off the seat and ran for the exit.

Satisfied that vamping was good for at least scaring the shit out of punks, Joe took a deep breath and relaxed, feeling his face reform to his human mask. Then he headed back to the girl with the wild hair.

“I’ll see her now,” Joe said, not even trying to conceal his impatience.

“Have you finished dat survey?” she asked, her nose buried in her Cosmo magazine.

When he didn’t respond, she raised her eyes.

Something in his expression made her hesitate. “I’ll see if she’s free.”

Joe smiled grimly. “You do that.”

She was back in a moment. “Professor Carlson’ll see you now. You left your survey on the table, but I gave it to her.”

He followed her to the farthest corner of the café, toward another booth. A green lamp suspended over the table lent the corner a warm glow. When he drew alongside the green vinyl seat, the girl indicated he should sit and promptly left. Joe turned his gaze to the figure seated on the opposite bench.

His research had told him the professor was considered an expert in vampire lore. She’d written papers, magazine articles, and books, and even been consulted by more than one movie producer. When he’d typed “vampire expert” in the Internet search engine, her name had popped up everywhere.

All his research told him she might hold the answer, but it hadn’t said anything about how young or drinkable she was. Her hair was neither blonde nor brown, but the warm color of whiskey. Her eyes, hidden behind a pair of wire-framed glasses, glinted cognac. Her lips were a pale rosé.

The hunter within him woke.

Realizing he’d been staring, he cleared his throat. “You’re Professor Lily Carlson? The author of ‘Vampires: Myth and Reality’?”

Her gaze swept over him. An action so swift, he thought he might have imagined it. “And you are?” she asked, leaning over the table to extend her hand.

Joe froze. That indefinable scent was all over her. He had the urge to rub on her like a kitten in catnip. He eyed her small hand, afraid to touch it and feel the blood humming below the surface of her creamy, white skin. He was that close to jumping her. “I thought the survey was anonymous.”

“Oh, it is,” she replied quickly, withdrawing her hand. “You’re responding to the ad, then?” At his nod, she looked vaguely disappointed. “Well, I suppose I should review your answers. Please have a seat,” she said, waving him toward the bench seat opposite hers. “Thank you for taking the time to help me with my research.”

Bemused, Joe slid onto the seat. He knew he should get straight to the point, but he stalled. For just a few minutes, he wanted to be with a woman while she looked at him as if he was just like any other man. Well, perhaps like he was a man with a serious mental disorder. But at least, she wasn’t recoiling in horror or inspecting him like the Bearded Lady at a freak show.

Not that she was a great beauty, nor even as strong and fierce as his ex-partner Darcy. Dressed in a boring-beige suit, her whiskey-colored hair piled in a loose knot on top of her head, and her glasses sliding down her shiny nose, she looked like the schoolmarm she was. But while all the beige and brown should have made her look muddy, she glowed golden in the lamplight. And her scent—richly textured with something wild and animalistic—was extraordinary.

The woman opened his survey and glanced at his answers, then flipped the page. Her lips pursed for a moment, drawing his gaze to her full lower lip. “There are a few more questions I need answered. Do you mind if I learn a little more about you?” she asked, glancing up at him from beneath her gold-tipped lashes.

The surge of heat that centered in his groin was way out of proportion to her innocent question. Afraid he’d stutter over a tongue that suddenly felt too large for his mouth, he merely nodded.

“You understand the questions I’m about to ask you are part of a sociological study I’m conducting about our vampire subculture?”

Again, he nodded.

“All information you provide,” she recited as if from rote, “will be completely confidential. I hope you will answer me honestly,” she gave him a doubtful stare, “or to the best of your ability.”

She looked expectantly at him, so he nodded again.

Her gaze returned to his survey, and she cleared her throat. “You…are a vampire?”

“Yes.” This was the first time he’d admitted that fact out loud, and he knew how ridiculous it sounded.

“So, are you a Psy or a Sang?”

“There’s more than one kind?” Joe asked.

“A Psychic vampire feeds on a human’s energy; a Sanguinarian is a blood-drinker.”

“I guess I’m a Sang.”

“You drink blood once a day?” she asked, her head still bent over the paper.

He shrugged, hoping she’d glance up at him again so he could see whether her eyes really were a warm, golden-brown. “More or less.”

She scribbled something in the margin of his survey. “Well, which is it?”

“Sometimes more.”

“Do you drink human blood?”

Joe wished she’d end this line of questioning, or he’d be drooling shortly. Her scent had every appetite revving into high gear. “Yes.”

She glanced up from the survey. “How long have you had the urge to drink blood?”

“Since I woke up, tonight.”

She blinked. “No, I meant…since ever.”

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