N.R. Walker

Because the heart is blind…

Back Into the Outback with N. R. Walker and her Red Dirt Heart Series! (tour and contest)


Fabulous review of RDH3 and interview <3

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N. R. Walker’s Red Dirt Heart series has turned out to be one of my latest obsessions.  I love every part of this series from the location to the characters and even the animals you meet along the way.  Now N.R. Walker has released the third installment, Red Dirt Heart 3.  Here is your first look at this must read series and book.  And don’t forget to enter the contest too.  Who doesn’t want a stuffed wombat of their own or a copy of this story?


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I was thrilled to have a chance to “talk” to N.R. Walker, ask  a bunch of questions about the series, LGBTQ rights in Australia, and all things Aussie in general. It was a great interview. Here’s your chance to get to know this fabulous author a little bit better:

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Red Dirt Heart 3 is available now!


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Red Dirt Heart 3 Giveaway!



To celebrate the release of Red Dirt Heart 3, I am running an awesome contest!

There are THREE major prizes to win, and THREE secondary prizes to win!  Each major prize consists of the following:

One x paperback Red Dirt Heart

One x paperback Red Dirt Heart 2

One x ecopy of Red Dirt Heart 3

One x plush toy wombat (to help raise money for disadvantaged children and abandoned animals)

One x Cotton On wrist band (to help raise money for the Australian Youth Foundation)

The contest starts on October 16th and runs until the October 27th


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To enter this amazing contest, please use this link

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 Good luck!!  And thank you for enjoying the heat of the Australian Outback ;) 



**Red Dirt Heart 3 Update**

Please note that due to circumstances beyond my control, Red Dirt Heart 3 will now be released October 17th.



I apologise if this causes any inconvenience, and I appreciate your patience and understanding in this matter.  I would like to extend special thanks to Erika (my Editor and saving grace) for not flying to Australia just to kick me in the shins, and to Will Parkinson (blog tour manager) and all participating bloggers who have been more than accommodating and patient.

To my readers, please accept this cute guy holding a puppy as my sincerest apologies…

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Cover Reveal ~ Red Dirt Heart 3

Once again, Sara York has created the most fabulous cover for me!  

And it is perfect.

The story of Charlie and Travis continues, and now it’s springtime in the desert.  Life is in full bloom and as in all three Red Dirt Heart books, the desert is a reflection of the man that lives and breathes it.  For Charlie, the days are warm, the nights are good for snuggling in bed, and he’s finally certain Travis is here to stay.

But just like the desert in spring, life is busy. Probably too busy. And with everything that’s going on around him, Charlie is also certain he couldn’t do any of it without Travis.  But what happens when he has to?

Red Dirt Heart 3 is about the growth of Charlie Sutton coming full circle. In order to be the man he truly believes Travis deserves – a man who can stand on his own two feet and win his own battles –  he just might have to do exactly that.






Life for Charlie Sutton has never been better, or busier.  With Travis now a permanent fixture of Sutton Station, a permanent fixture at Charlie’s side, Charlie’s convinced he couldn’t do anything on his ever-growing to-do list without him.

He can run a multimillion dollar cattle business, finish his degree, try and further the local beef industry, deal with staff issues, Ma’s failing health, and an attention-demanding wombat. He can even deal with an unexpected visitor and some shattering news. 

He can deal with it all, as long as he has Travis.

But what happens when he doesn’t?

Red Dirt Heart 3 is the story of Charlie Sutton finally realising he can be the man Travis Craig deserves, even if he doesn’t have Travis. It’s a story of love, family, holding on, letting go and coming home.



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It wasn’t intentional, and it really wasn’t until I was asked in an interview about these covers, that I made the connection. But each cover is significant in how it relates to the desert, the seasons and of course, how it relates to Charlie Sutton. Throughout these books, we know the desert runs though Charlie’s veins. We know the desert is like a secondary character, and how Charlie lives and grows with each season.

Red Dirt Heart 1’s cover is very solitary, just like  Charlie. A tree without growth, a single hat. Charlie was surviving in the desert, but wouldn’t call it ‘living’.  It’s summer, scorching hot, barren and unforgiving. Just like Charlie. 

Red Dirt Heart 2’s cover is all about Charlie. The colours are  Outback red and shows the inclusion of Travis with the second hat. From Autumn to winter, things have cooled on Sutton Station in more ways than one. But as Charlie knows too well, these seasons are where the earth takes a moment to regroup before the promise of new life.

Red Dirt Heart 3’s cover is about growth and standing on your own two feet. Spring is where life flourishes, changes and grows. There is a distinct circle of life in RDH3 and how Charlie, like the desert, grows.

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Guest Post ~ L.M. Brown

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What? More Mermen?

With all the mermen stories in the world of male/male fiction these days, readers may wonder why any more are needed. 

Well, apart from the whole ‘always room for more sexy naked men’ reason, let me tell you a little about what makes my mermen series different from the rest.

Firstly, let me explain that this series is a mixture of MM and MMM stories.  The first in the series is MMM, which I know will put some readers off, but will hopefully entice others. 

Secondly, as well as the mermen, there is also the magic to consider.  The series is called Mermen & Magic for a reason and other than their ability to take human form, most mermen in my series have no magical powers.  The few that do are known as Oracles and they inherit their powers from the Atlantean Goddess of Prophecy.

The Atlantean Pantheon are the ones with the magic and although they can bestow it on anyone, including the mer, they rarely do.

The Oracles are the main exception to the rule.  There are three of them and each has the ability to see visions, one sees the past, another the present and the third sees the future.  Between them they can see anything and answer almost any question put to them.  Of course, when a more powerful god or goddess is involved, their powers are limited, after all, it wouldn’t do to have someone out there knowing everything that’s going to happen.  Where would be the fun in that?

I hope that my combination of mermen and a new take on the legend of Atlantis will be enough to justify another mermen ebook.  And if not… remember there is always room for more naked men!




To save his clan from ever-increasing shark attacks, merman Kyle seeks sanctuary for his people in the sunken city of Atlantis, even though he knows that as a homosexual merman, he will be sacrificing his own chance for love. Love finds him anyway in the form of Prince Finn, the rebellious young heir to the Atlantean throne.

When their relationship is discovered, Kyle is the one to pay the price. Banished from the oceans, he seeks shelter in England and finds a new love with human, Jake Seabrook.

For Jake, Kyle is the chance to move on from the crush he has on his straight best friend. The strange man he found naked on the beach seems to fit into his life with ease.  If only Kyle weren’t keeping secrets from him, Jake could see them having a future together.

Things are not what they seem for either of the men and when Kyle discovers the truth about Finn, he knows he must return to Atlantis.

Three men, a tangled relationship, and one chance for happiness—if they can trust enough to take it.




Kyle was gone for most of the day, during which time Jake worried about him while having visions of him having collapsed with a fever in some remote corner of town where no one would find him for days.

Only when Kyle finally reappeared in the evening did Jake let go of his fear.

Kyle’s face was even more flushed than it had been when he had gone out. Jake wanted to check his temperature again, but was reluctant to make the suggestion.

The lust in Kyle’s eyes as he stalked across the room took Jake’s breath away and his dick gave a twitch. His body recognised the heat in Kyle’s gaze, even if his mind couldn’t quite believe what he saw.

“Do you want me?” Kyle asked.


“Do you?” Kyle repeated. “Do you want to fuck me?”

Jake didn’t know what to say. He opened his mouth to speak, but only managed a feeble croak. The question seemed to have come out of nowhere. Kyle approached him like some kind of predator, yet he was offering to let Jake take charge. Where had this man of contradictions come from? Rendered mute, he couldn’t find the words, but he managed a small nod.

“I need you,” Kyle said right before he pushed Jake down onto the sofa and climbed on top of him.

Jake sat there, stunned as Kyle tugged at the buttons of his shirt, fumbling to undo them. “Um, Kyle. What are you doing?”

“I need you,” Kyle repeated. “Now.”

Jake would have asked what Kyle meant, only it was blindingly obvious what his intentions were.

“I have to feel you inside me,” Kyle said. “Need you to fill me up right now.”

Jake whimpered and even though his brain was asking where this had come from, his cock showed quite a lot of interest in Kyle’s idea.


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By the time this post goes live Forbidden Waters will also be available at Amazon, All Romance Ebooks and many other online stores. 




L.M. Brown lives in England, in a quaint little village time doesn’t seem to have touched. No, wait a minute—that’s the retirement biography. Right now, she is in England in a medium sized town no one has ever heard of, so she won’t bore you with the details. Keeping her company are numerous sexy men. She just wishes they weren’t all inside her head.

L.M. believes there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other… unless it is three.

L.M. Brown loves hearing from readers so don’t be shy.




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Guest Post ~ Lily G. Blunt

Paint the Sky


Lily G. Blunt


Genre: M/M, Contemporary Romance and Erotica

Length: 65,000 Words/230 pages

Release Date: August 30, 2014



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A love of art…

A mutual interest in art draws two shy university students together. Ben admires Vinnie’s painting of the university building, so Vinnie invites him to an exhibition of his artwork. From a wealthy family, Ben purchases some of Vinnie’s art and arranges for the artist to personally hang the paintings in his apartment.

Starry, starry night…

Ben commissions Vinnie to paint his portrait, in order to spend more time with the artist. On the night of the sitting, Vinnie fingerpaints the starry night on Ben’s chest… and they kiss. They begin a relationship beneath the night sky, God’s own canvas.

But every relationship has its ups and downs and so it is with theirs. When Ben thinks Vinnie spends too much time with a fellow artist, his jealousy drives a wedge between them and forces Vinnie into the very thing Ben dreads.

Hold tight to your dreams…

Ben and Vinnie will have to walk through fire before they can find one another again. But if they believe, and if they keep their faith in the night sky and each other, just maybe they can make their dreams of love come true.




Vinnie led me across the room, pulling me by the shirt. “Lie back on the sofa for me and I’ll paint you.”

As if in a dream, I settled my head against one arm of the sofa, my legs dangling over the other end, scarcely breathing now. Vinnie knelt on the floor beside me with an open pot of paint in his hand.

Teasingly, he dipped his index finger into the dark blue paint as if it were cream he would lick off. His finger connected with my skin and he made short strokes across my chest, the coldness of the paint making me shiver.

Mesmerised by the closeness of his beautiful face, the view of the night sky through the window, and the picture forming upon my chest, I watched as dab after dab and stroke after stroke he built up a mix of shades, until a dark night sky with the moon and stars were there to be seen—a masterpiece, drying on the warmth of my blazing skin, a transient thing of beauty. His fingers skimmed my skin causing gooseflesh to ripple in waves down my arms and thighs. My nipples pebbled in response to his touch.

And when he was done, his lips met mine in a languid kiss; how our first kiss should have been—sweet, innocent, and full of promise. He pulled away, smiling down at me.

This was the beginning of something special.




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Lily G. Blunt writes contemporary gay romance and erotica. She loves to explore the relationship between two men and the intensity of their physical and emotional attraction. Angst often features in her stories as she feels this demonstrates the depth of the men’s feelings for each other. Lily is forever writing imaginary scenes and plots in her head, but only a few ever make it to the page—there never seems to be enough hours in the day despite having left the teaching profession to concentrate on her writing!

Lily discovered the wonderful world of m/m romance novels four years ago via fan fiction and went on to write stories in her spare time. With the encouragement of her friends and readers she decided to publish some of her work.

Lily has several self-published stories available on Amazon. She is also published with Torquere Press and Wayward Ink Publishing.

Easily distracted from her writing, Lily makes videos using clips from gay-themed movies and posts gorgeous pictures of men kissing or making out on her tumblr and Facebook pages. Lily is also an avid supporter of GLBTQ rights and advocates equality for all.

Lily lives in central England with her rather bemused husband, two twenty-something children, and a ‘mad as a bag of frogs’ Shetland Sheepdog. 



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Red Dirt Heart 2 Giveaway

I’m giving away 4 digital copies of Red Dirt Heart 2, and 2 digital copies of any book from my backlist!


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There are 6 chances to win a book!!   You need to click on the Rafflecopter picutre/link (my wordpress won’t allow javascript so the actual giveaway button won’t show here) but you can also find it on my Facebook Author Page. (scroll over)

 Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed Red Dirt Heart 2, and enjoyed a little more of Charlie and Travis.  The reviews on Goodreads and Amazon have been fabulous, and I thank you!! <3

Please check out the Rafflecopter options for entering to make sure your comment on my blog will gain you an entry :)

And good luck!!

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Charlie Sutton

Charlie Sutton


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Red Dirt Heart 2





The story of Charlie and Travis continues!  


Up until Travis arrived on his doorstep, Charlie had lived a very solitary life. He had surrounded himself with isolation; a couple million acres of red dirt, scorching sun and loneliness.

Six months on, winter has settled over the desert, and Charlie has the life he never dreamed possible. But living and working together, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, for six months straight starts to take its toll.

Charlie is a stubborn, stubborn man, who tends to have more conversations in his head than what comes out his mouth, whereas Travis has no problem saying what’s on his mind. And even as they both struggle to communicate, struggle to make sense of need versus want, Charlie can see that he’s pushing Travis away – yet seems helpless to stop it.

When it all boils down to whether Travis should stay or go, maybe the decision won’t be theirs to make.



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Update, Excerpt and What’s New

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I have had quite a few people contact me regarding the release of Red Dirt Heart 2, so I thought I’d post about it here. I know I originally said the book would be released in late July, but that has not been the case. Sometimes things happen out of our control and sometimes that’s just the way it goes, and I do apologise.

I want to release a book that is not rushed, with minimal errors (grant me lenience for a few, I am human after all LOL) and such perfection takes time.

But rest assured it’s coming soon. I don’t want to jinx myself, but I’m hoping for next week.  I will post more when I know more. 

So, that being said, I’m sharing an (unedited) excerpt from Chapter Six (of RDH2). Charlie and Travis have just had a weekend in town together. I hope you enjoy…


When I pulled up in the parking lot at the supermarket to get Ma’s long list of groceries, instead of walking into Woolworths, Travis walked the other way.

“Where you going?” I called out.

“Just over here,” he answered. He kept on walking to the park at the end of the complex.  It was just a small park, some kids had graffitied the seats and the play equipment was kind of broken, but there were big maple trees which Travis headed straight for. He sat down on the dirty park bench and by the time got over to him, he was pulling off his boots. He looked up at me and smiled, then took off his socks and put his bare feet on the grass.

The longish, green grass.

I sat down beside him. “Trav, you okay?”

He gave me a bit of a smile. “Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“You’ve just been a bit quiet, that’s all,” I said, avoiding making eye contact, looking at his feet instead.

“I just wanted to feel grass under my feet.” He shrugged. “Didn’t realise I’d miss the feel of grass.”

Then it dawned on me. Travis was homesick.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat, and could barely form the words. They were a whisper at best. “Do you want to go home?”

He sighed. “We’d better get Ma her shopping first, or she’ll have our hides.”

He didn’t understand. “No, I meant home, home.” I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. “As in Texas?”

He shot me a look. “What?”

I felt a bit sick at the thought, but that voice in my head that knew this was inevitable at some point was loud and clear. I didn’t want to hear it, I didn’t want this to end – ever – but I had to know. “Home. Do you miss it?”

He didn’t answer for a while. I could feel his eyes on me, burning into me, but I couldn’t look at him.

“I’ll understand, Travis,” I whispered. “Just say it.”

“Charlie,” he said softly. “Look at me.”  He waited for my eyes to meet his before he continued. “I won’t lie to you. Yes, I miss it. I miss my family.”

I nodded and took a deep breath, trying to keep it together. “I don’t blame you,” I said. My voice croaked and I bit my lip to stem the burning in my eyes. I couldn’t bear to look at him, so I looked out at the car park instead.


I shook my head. I couldn’t do this. Not here, not ever. I wanted to stand up and walk away, but I couldn’t seem to move.

“Charles Sutton you can stop that right the fuck now.”

I looked at him then, and his face went from pissed off to oh-hell-no when he saw that I was fighting tears.

He kind of laughed, but put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him. “No, no, no, Charlie, no. I’m not leaving.”

I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked at his face. “But you miss home.”

“Yes, I miss my folks, but that’s only natural. I don’t want to go home, maybe for a visit sometime, yes. But not for good.” His eyes were soft and he smiled. “Charlie, you’re just waiting for me to tell you it’s over, aren’t you?”

I swallowed hard.  “Well, I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Well, you know what?” he asked. “You’re stuck with me. I’ve told you that. A hundred times.”

“Are you sick of it though? Even just a little bit?” I asked. “The heat, the dust, the monotony of it all. Being so far away, from everything. I know it’s not an easy life.”

He smiled but looked out to a passing car. “You know what does bother me, Charlie?”


“The fact I keep telling you I’m staying, that I love it here, that I love you,” he said quietly. “And you don’t believe me.”

I wanted to take his hand. I wanted to reassure him with a touch. But I couldn’t. My hand wanted to move, but my hammering heart wouldn’t let it. “I do believe you.”

“Then why do you always think I’m leaving?”

I shrugged. “Because I would understand if you did.” I looked back out across the car park again. It was easier than looking at him. “I do believe you. I’m sorry if you think I’m doubting you. Because I’m not. I doubt me.”


“That I’ll fuck it up, or the fact I’m not technically out,” I admitted.  His eyebrows furrowed in that what-the-hell-does-that-mean way he did. “Well, this weekend… I booked us into a twin room so the lady behind the counter wouldn’t know, I wouldn’t dance with you, I walked away from you in the stupid electronics store, and I wouldn’t hold your hand at the movies and that’s not fair on you.” I shrugged again. “I’m trying, Trav, but it’s not easy for me. I wanted this weekend to be a bit special and I kinda failed.”

“I never asked you to hold my hand at the movies,” he said, obviously confused.

“I know you didn’t. But I wanted… I wanted to hold your hand,” I admitted quietly. “And I couldn’t do it. Even in the darkened cinema. In case someone saw it… I hate that I can’t… like right now. I want to do something as simple as hold your fucking hand, and I can’t.”

Travis stared at me for the longest time. “Charlie. You didn’t fail. This weekend’s been great. And don’t ever apologise.”

Before I could lose my nerve, I asked him, “Are you happy? Here with me?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he just kind of smiled and shook his head in a frustrated I-can’t-believe-you’re-so-fucking-stupid kind of way. “Charlie, do me a favour?”

I nodded. “Sure.”

“Take your boots and socks off.”


He looked pointedly at his bare feet.  “Boots and socks. Take ‘em off.”

I considered arguing. I considered telling him it was the middle of town, in the park next to the supermarket, and that taking my boots off probably wasn’t strictly proper. But it was Travis, and it was kind of pointless in arguing, and considering how this conversation was going, I didn’t dare.  So I took off my boots and socks.

“Doesn’t that feel good?”


“The grass,” he said. “Under your feet.”

It was like soft paper, and… green. “I guess.”

“Of all the things, I didn’t think I would miss this.”


Travis looked at me and grinned. “Weird, huh?”

I thought about it for a long moment. “I guess not. Not if you were used to it before.”

He smiled wistfully, and sighed. “Charlie, I can see how hard you’re trying this weekend.”

“I want you to be happy.”

He smiled more genuinely this time. “I know you do. And I am.”

“But?”  There definitely sounded like there was a but looming.

“I’ve loved this weekend here with you. No work, no anything. Just us.”


“And all you want to do is go home.”

“No I don’t,” I lied.

He raised his eyebrow again. “You really are a terrible liar.”

“I’ve loved being here with you,” I said quickly.  Then I shrugged and opted for honesty. “I just feel very… out of place.”

“Can I tell you something?”

I nodded, really not wanting to hear what he had to say.

“You don’t belong here.” He smiled at my expression. “You belong on Sutton Station. It’s a part of you. The vastness, the open spaces, the red dirt.”

“It’s who I am.”

He smiled. “It’s who I love.”



In other news, I’m almost done on my WIP. I imagine it will finish at about the 75K-ish mark. I haven’t posted much on this one, but I don’t mind telling you all that the book I’m hoping to release in Sep/Oct  is indeed, Red Dirt Heart 3.


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