Eli Easton Author of m/m romance books and stories
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Two new releases for the holidays!

November 15

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In November I’m releasing 2 books. I won’t have another release until February. So check these out.

“Falling Down” is now available. I’ll post a buy link in the comments below. It’s a fall-themed, hurt-comfort story about a homeless youth who travels to New English to see the fall leaves and then end his life. Fate intervenes and he meets a troubled former Marine who saves them both.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Miggles” is my Christmas story for the year (NOV 23). It’s a feel-good holiday story about Toby, a small town junior librarian, who has to save his boss (Mr. Miggles) and the library’s Christmas. It’s a May-Dec contemporary romance with humor and a minor dollop of angst. Cover by Reese Dante. Isn’t it pretty?

BUY LINKS:

FALLING DOWN:

Exclusively on Amazon for the first 90 days, then generally available.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, MR. MIGGLES:

Now available for pre-order (release Nov 23rd)

ON AMAZON

ON ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS

Eli

“The Stolen Suitor” now available for pre-order!

December 16

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Big news! My novel “The Stolen Suitor” is set for release Feb 1, 2016 and is now available on the Dreamspinner “Coming Soon” page for pre-order!

This 70K novel is set in Clyde’s Corner, Montana, where my Christmas novella “A Prairie Dog’s Love Song” took place. It’s part of the new Dreamspun Desires line from Dreamspinner. This new line features 2 new books a month, each with a traditional category romance trope respun for m/m. You can get a subscription or buy books separately. All books will be available in paperback. Cool, huh? Check it out here.

Here’s the blurb for “The Stolen Suitor”

All of Clyde’s Corner, Montana, knows local dandy Chris Ramsey will marry Trix Stubben, young widow and heir to the richest ranch in the area. But one woman isn’t too keen on the idea. Mabe Crassen wants to get her hands on that ranch, so she sets her older son to court Trix, and her younger son, Jeremy, to distract Chris and lure him astray.

Jeremy Crassen thinks his mother’s scheme is crazy. But he wants desperately to go off to college, which Mabe will agree to—if he seduces Chris. How will shy, virginal, secretly gay Jeremy attract Chris, who seems determined to do the right thing and marry Trix? Jeremy can’t compete with a rich female widow. Or can he?

Eli

“Unwrapping Hank” now available on audiobook!

December 4

Yay! “Unwrapping Hank” is now live! The narrator is Tristan Wright, who read my “Superhero”. I love his snarkiness for Sloane and deep growl for Hank. Check it out!  Just in time for Christmas.

http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/Unwrapping-Hank-Audiobook/B018ULDPF2/ref=a_search_c4_1_9_srTtl?qid=1449263629&sr=1-9

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Interview with Micah on Gay Book Reviews

December 3

Today for the “Midwinter Night’s Dream” blog tour, Gay Book Review interviews Micah. Check it out!

http://gaybook.reviews/2015/12/03/a-midwinter-nights-dream-blog-tour/

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My Favorite Christmas Romances – Sinfully Sexy Guest Post

December 2

I’m on Sinfully Sexy today talking about my favorite Christmas gay romances for my “Midwinter Night’s Dream” blog tour. Lots of wonderful books and all highly recommended.

http://sinfullymmbookreviews.blogspot.de/2015/12/featured-guest-author-eli-easton-on-her.html

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Our Traditional Christmas Eve Meal – Midwinter Blog Tour

November 30

I’m visiting My Fiction Nook celebrating the release of “Midwinter Night’s Dream” and discussing one of our family traditions.

Check it out here.

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“A Visit on the Springfield Farm” – guest post on Joyfully Jay

November 30

I’m visiting Joyfully Jay to talk about “Midwinter Night’s Dream”. In this post I’m sharing photos of the Springfield’s farm – aka the farm I live on in Lancaster County, PA, which was the model for the books. Link below!

http://joyfullyjay.com/2015/11/guest-post-midwinter-nights-dream-by-eli-easton/

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Desktop: Midwinter Night’s Dream

November 25

Nov 25, 2015 is release day for my Christmas novella “Midwinter Night’s Dream”. Here’s my desktop of images that inspired me.

MICAH SPRINGFIELD

First, of course, is Micah Springfield, one of the MCs in the story. Micah is Hank’s brother from “Unwrapping Hank”. He’s a laid-back, hippy kind of guy with dreads. The images that inspired me for Micah are pictures of SAMUEL LARSON from Glee. (yes, before he cut his hair)

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LEO DAYSON

Micah’s love interest in “Midwinter Night’s Dream” is Leo Dayson, a senior theater major, gay activist, and general OCD hard ass. For visuals, I found the picture below of a young Chris Hemsworth. The young part is key, because in the photo below, he’s not the hugely muscled Thor version, but a thinner, more sensitive looking guy (but still intense).

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MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM:

As might be apparent from the title, the plot of the story is inspired by the Shakespeare play, Midsummer Night’s Dream.  Leo is producing a version of Midsummer Night’s Dream (the play) and he’s going to be holding it in the Springfield family’s barn.

The story also mirrors the play a bit, with Micah crushing on Leo, a girl named Yasmine crushing on Micah, and Leo’s bff, Helen, crushing on Yasmine.

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(above: From the 1999 film version of “Midsummer Night’s Dream”)

Sloane and Grinch make up our story’s “Puck”.

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And a lot of the action is set, once again, on the Springfield family farm in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. It’s a snowy Christmas in the story.

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I hope you enjoy this holiday romance. Merry Christmas!

Eli

“Midwinter Night’s Dream” – Cover reveal & give away!

October 29

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Along with the upcoming “How to Walk Like a Man”, I have another book coming at Thanksgiving. It’s my 2015 Christmas novella, “Midwinter Night’s Dream”. The main character, Micah, is the brother of Hank from last year’s “Unwrapping Hank”, but this novella can be read as a stand-alone.

The cover reveal is going on today at Gay Book Reviews and there’s a give away of a gift certificate too, so stop by and sign up for the give away. You can also read an excerpt there.

Eli

“Among the Dead” — first excerpt

October 6

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“Among the Dead” is my novella in “Spirit”, gothika #4, which is due out Oct 19th. You can pre-order here.  I’m happy to be back in gothic land for Halloween, and to share this volume, once again, with the talented Kim Fielding, Jamie Fessenden, and BG Thomas.

This is the first part of the first chapter.

Excerpt:

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The first time I saw the dead man in the bowler hat, I was on the Number 34 bus heading downtown.

It was the first Tuesday of the month, and I had to go into the office for my one-on-one with my boss, John Shaler. I hated first Tuesdays with the heat of a thousand pissed-off suns. But it was little enough forfeit to pay for having a steady job I could work from home the rest of the month. Thank God I’m the best dev Hora Systems has, or they would have kicked my agoraphobic ass to the curb a long time ago. I haven’t exactly been the ideal employee AC.

AC—After Concussion. My life is pretty much defined by Before Concussion and After Concussion.

That particular first Tuesday, I left my basement apartment on Capitol Hill with the usual vein-thrumming mix of nerves, terror, and utter dread. As soon as I got on the bus, I saw a dead woman. She was up front, in those seats that face the aisle. She’d probably gotten hit by a truck or some kind of machine. Her body was sliced into thirds like she’d been through a giant Veg-O-Matic. She sat close to the oblivious driver, a purse primly clutched in her lap, while blood pooled under her seat. I walked past, pretending I didn’t see her. My stomach threatened to toss up the Eggo and peanut butter I’d had for breakfast. I fucking hate blood. If I had my way, I’d never see it again.

A few stops later, an old couple got on and sat in the laps of two teenagers. Their lined faces were pinched into bitter, sour masks—the old couple, not the teenagers. They said nothing to each other, didn’t even look at each other, but their movements were perfectly in sync: scratch of the nose, shaking finger and mouthing something angrily, rock in their seat, gnash teeth, sigh. There they remained for three stops and then they hobbled off, each step perfectly mirrored.

Interlocked spirits liked that were particularly horrifying to me. The idea of spending eternity with someone you hated in life—it’s so unfair. You’d think you could escape the commitments you regretted in death. Right? I mean, what else is death for? It ends all corporeal pleasure and shit, so there should be an upside. Debts cancelled, enemies escaped, mistakes left behind, and all that. But that’s not how it is. I’ve seen a lot of spirits who were stuck together. And let me tell you, it’s rarely down to true love.

I’ll take my loneliness, thanks.

Despite my commitment to being single, I found myself craning my neck when we drove past Volunteer Park. But I didn’t see the beautiful boy in the red hoodie. I hadn’t seen him in a long time.

See, a few years ago, BC, I used to ride my bike to work, and my daily route went past the park. I often saw a young guy at the entrance on the corner of 15th and Galer. He was maybe eighteen, wore a red hoodie and jeans, and had blond hair, a pretty face, and sad blue eyes. His clothes were always the same, rumpled and dirty. I thought he might be a street kid, but he could have just been dedicated to the Seattle grunge thing. He was always alone. I called him Red Riding Hood in my head, and I always looked for him when I rode past.

I wished I’d had the nerve to stop and talk to him back then, but I never did. He was long gone now, maybe away at college somewhere. He could have ditched the grunge for a suit and tie for all I knew.

The bus passed Volunteer Park and then Broadway, the main shopping drag on Capitol Hill.

At the Swedish hospital stop, he got on. The man in the bowler hat.

To be honest, my first reaction was to check him out. He was handsome—dark-haired and slender, with an intelligent, soulful-looking face. Besides the bowler hat, he wore a three-piece tweed suit, looking very genteel for the bus and a bit old-fashioned. It took a second glance to realize he was also, unfortunately, not alive.

I stared down at my shoes. The floor of the bus was fairly clean, with it being just after seven in the morning. The slightly bubbled blue flooring looked bright around my scuffed brown leather shoes. It was a bit embarrassing, as if to say, Even I, the floor of a public transit vehicle, am better groomed than you.

I was about to tuck my neglected shoes under my seat in shame when a pair of pointed, black boots stepped in front of me. The legs were covered in dark brown tweed pants and almost completely solid, but the prickling hair on my arms and the back of my neck told me what I knew anyway. It was him.

I swallowed and raised my eyes. I expected him to be staring straight out the window or perhaps around the bus. But no, his warm brown eyes were looking into mine.

My heart pounded, and fear slicked through me in a black, oily tide. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. Oh, God. Oh, God. Please be gone.

When I opened my eyes, he’d moved. He was now across the bus, a few feet away, as if backing off. But he was still staring at me. Shit. I took calming breaths and pretended I didn’t see him.

I glanced at the old lady sitting next to me to see if she’d noticed my freak-out, but she just sat reading her book.

When I got off at First and Bell, Bowler Hat followed me. He walked five steps behind me for the three blocks it took me to get to the Hora Systems offices, a dead man reflected in shop windows and the shiny surface of a black limousine. And when I passed through the revolving door at our building and signed in at reception, I risked a casual glance around.

He was there. He stood against the glass front of the building, his eyes fixed on me. He opened his mouth as if trying to speak.

“Hi, Joe,” I blurted out to the security guard, just to act normal, like nothing was wrong.

Joe grunted, not looking at me.

I headed to the elevators.