Spin Out has been nominated by TRR reviewers for Best GLBT – Mystery / Thriller (2011) at The Romance Reviews (“TRR”). Voting officially starts today, March 16, until March 31. Results would be announced on April 2.
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Light Me Up implies to more than lights on a tree. [...] James Buchanan’s Light Me Up is a heartwarming enjoyable short story.
A fun little interview geared towards more erotic writing. You can find it here http://blakraynebooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/spin-out-james-buchanan.html
I’m going to try and blog some of the places I eat on my travels here and there and everywhere. Don’t expect witty culinary criticism. However, I do tend to find some fun spots.
My SG and I decided to head into Old Towne for dinner tonight…feeling a bit sushi-ish, but not in the mood for A-Float (fun for taking the spawn, but average quality otherwise) so we headed towards another sushi restaurant we’d been to a few times.
It’s not there.
But we’re adventurous eaters so we said, “what the hey,” and decided to try the new tenant: Musha Izakaya.
Izakaya was described to us by the manager as “Japanese Tapas.” Okay, I get the concept. This is apparently a chain out of Japan, where they have 10 or so restaurants, this is their third in the US (LA area only so far) and the Pasadena local had been open all of seven days. The new location isn’t even on the website yet Each has a slightly varied menu with a few signature dishes that carry throughout.
Given that it wasn’t even seven yet, the place was pretty full. No problem getting a table, but tables didn’t sit empty for long. We sat at what had been the old sushi bar. It’s a little more lighthearted now, not as dark and moody in decor, the kind of place where everyone greets you as you come in.
It’s cold out for So.Cal (59degrees) so we both had miso soup to warm up. Forget your little plastic bowl of miso with a couple of chunks of tofu floating around at the bottom. A good size serving with carrots, large cuts of green onion, taro and shitaki mushrooms. Since we were in a sushi mood we ordered a spice tuna roll. Good. That was followed by yellow-tail carpachio — definitely not Italian — but served as thick sliced sashimi, with uni and a sprinkle of fried onion and a very light sauce I’m at a loss to describe. Very, very good.
The best, I’ll use the description off their website:
That cheese bowl is a massive wedge of Parmesan cheese, with a bowl cut into it, so as they serve it into the bowls you eat it out of, it scrapes the Parmesan into the risotto. I could eat that until I was sick, it was so good.
Those three things were more than filling…that and a split pitcher of Asahi. They have a bunch of unusual beers and saki’s imported from Japan (but neither SG or I can handle saki) and everything that passed us looked and smelled wonderful (okay, not so much the squid ink pudding that was in the cold counter in front of us).
Definitely a place I’d go back to.
I just found out this morning.
It’s been out for over a week, but man I’ve been so damn busy
Light Me Up
A Deputy Joe Short
Holiday 2011 Release #40
Author James Buchanan
ISBN# 978-1-60820-514-1 (ebook) $1.99
Release Date December 2011
Cover Artist Deana C. Jamroz
Ebook: 26 pages, 7000+ words
Available At: MlrBooks (ebook)
Amazon.com (ebook)
There’s a nice review at Jessewaves. “Light Me Up is told in Kabe’s voice which is quite different from Joe’s and I was pleasantly surprised at his sense of humour and I loved his appreciation for the natural beauty around him .”
The Official Blurb: Two hot guys and one cold mountain. Just how far can mouthy, yet submissive, Kabe push his favorite deputy, Joe, before he gets what he really wants? The Christmas tree may be the goal, but it’s not the prize. Walk in Kabe’s boots for his and Joe’s first Christmas together.
Excerpt:
I got up early the Wednesday morning the week after Thanksgiving, since I’d spent the night and Joe hates it when I sleep in– like flips the mattress over on me if he thinks I’m sleeping too much, hates it. So I was standing in front of the big front window, wearing a thermal shirt and flannel lounge pants while drinking my coffee and staring out at the snow that fell during the night. First real storm hit this past weekend, but the tail end of it kept dusting powder. Thick, thick, thick.
I’d never lived anywhere where the snow came to visit me.
Joe’s truck and mine looked like bears huddled under two-inch thick white blankets. The only signs of life were the tracks of a coyote running across the drive. Everything just felt really quiet, like the wind held its breath. That muffled stillness wrapped me up in a sense of the world being kind of okay.
I kinda turned around, looked over my shoulder at Joe. He sat in the kitchen having breakfast, all decked out in his uniform: Garfield County Sheriff…yum. Uniform shirt with the two chevrons on the sleeve–and a few little threads where he’d had to take off that third stripe when he lost his rank because of fucking around with me. But black turtleneck, utility pants, and black boots just looked hot on him. Can you say winter SWAT-team woof?
Uniforms and I, well it’s not usually my fetish because it brings up two years worth of crap I’d just rather forget. Still, Joe in his, I don’t know, it just fits him. Strong, stern, and protective; the kind of guy who looked like he could comfort a little kid while still keeping his knee dug into the back of some deadbeat.
Shivering a little–fuck, even inside it’s cold–I swung my coffee cup across the expanse of the front window. “A tree would look great right here.”
That drawled out cowboy twang rolled like surf over my senses. “What do I need a tree for, Kabe?” Joe mumbled over his oatmeal as he glared at me across the room. “I ain’t got nothing to put under it.”
Holy shit, no fucking presents? I didn’t say that out loud, ’cause then he’d have gotten pissed. “Doesn’t your family exchange gifts?” Getting him pissed would just leave us both frustrated, since he had to call himself on shift in another fifteen minutes and I had to head out to hit the lifts in an hour. If you’re going to provoke your Dom, you have to do it when everyone has time to deal with the scene.
“Naw,” he snorted up a laugh, “most cain’t hardly afford to.” Then Joe shrugged like it didn’t mean anything. “They got kids and grandkids, they rightly spend the money on them.” I got one of his smiles on top of it all…like the perfect wave you weren’t expecting: big, almost embarrassed that you caught him smiling and a wilder ride than fucking hell. So goddamn sexy.
“You don’t do anything with your family?” I probably should have dropped it, but I didn’t.
“Cards.” Joe pushed back from the table and crossed his arms over that broad chest of his. “If my folks were ’round, if I weren’t working, I’d go over there on Christmas Day.”
“Go to church with them, huh?” I kinda winced as I said it, ’cause I realized as the words left my mouth that they’d remind Joe that the Mormons had kicked him to the curb. First thought in my head and all, what could I say? But, Christmas equaled the only time my Grams and I, ever, set foot in a church and most times not even then…so open mouth, insert foot.
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Ninth Circut Strikes Down Prop 8
And ruled it unconstitutional. The full decision is at http://www.scribd.com/fullscreen/80809524 and I’d go through and do some analysis, but I’m prepping for trials the rest of this week.
The stay, however, remains in place and expect an appeal from the proponents.