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    For Men Like Us by @BritaAddams #RLFblog #LGBT

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    Love includes a cover, blurb, buy links, and social media contacts for the
    author. Today’s featured book is For Men Like Us by Brita Addams.
    About
    the Book
    Title
    For Men Like Us
    Genre
    LGBT
    Author
    Brita Addams
    After Preston Meacham’s lover dies trying to
    lend him aid at Salamanca, hopelessness becomes his only way of life. Despite
    his best efforts at starting again, he has no pride left, which leads him to
    sell himself for a pittance at a molly house. The mindless sex affords him his
    only respite from the horrors he witnessed. 
    The Napoleonic War left Benedict Wilmot
    haunted by the acts he was forced to commit and the torture he endured at the
    hands of a superior, a man who used the threat of a gruesome death to force Ben
    to do his bidding. Even sleep gives Ben no reprieve, for he can’t escape the
    destruction he caused. 
    When their paths cross, Ben feels an
    overwhelming need to protect Preston from his dangerous profession. As he
    explains, “The streets are dangerous for men like us.” 
    Buy
    This Book
    Publisher
    http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3206
    Amazon
    http://www.amazon.com/Men-Like-Us-Brita-Addams-ebook/dp/B0099WU1HC
    About
    the Author
    Born
    in a small town in upstate New York, Brita Addams has made her home in the
    sultry south for many years. In the Frog Capital of the World, Brita shares her
    home with her real-life hero—her husband, and a fat cat named Stormee. All
    their children are grown.
    A
    bit of trivia—Brita pronounces her name, Bree-ta, and not Brit-a, like the
    famous water filter. Brita Addams is a mash-up of her real middle name and her
    husband’s middle name, with an additional d and s.
    Author
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  • New Writer Tips

    What Took Brita Addams So Long? @britaaddams #RLFblog

    For Men Like Us

    Romance Lives Forever welcomes Brita Addams to the blog
    for an article on why it takes so long to write.

    What took me so long?

    I have asked myself that question
    many times. Given that I’ve read all my life and aspired to be a writer since
    middle school, even I am astounded that it took me so many years to actually
    sit down and write for publication.
    The simple explanation is that I
    didn’t feel I had anything to say, but, as I said, that is the simple answer
    and partially untrue. The truth of the matter is, I never knew my niche. My
    thoughts were scattered to the four winds, interests in any number of directions,
    and nothing concrete to anchor me.
    Then along comes life and that
    conspired to put my passion for the written word on the back burner, save for
    the constancy of reading.
    There was also the niggle in the
    back of my head, that I couldn’t cut it. In seventh grade, my teacher, Mr.
    Green, sent one of my short stories off to a famous writer, Hal Borland. I had no idea
    until Mr. G. called me to his desk one day and showed me the paper, with myriad
    comments in the margins, most of them positive, others constructive. He
    explained that he thought the paper good enough to send to Borland, author of
    one of the books we had read in English class. The final comment, at the bottom
    of the page, was, “This girl has talent and shows great promise.”
    Excited, I took the paper home
    and showed it to my father. Now, Dad wasn’t a particularly encouraging fellow,
    having never overcome his lifelong depression and issues that followed him to
    the grave. He was also a frustrated writer, though he never got past the first
    draft stage in anything he ever wrote. Anyway, he looked at the paper, got very
    angry, and ripped it up. Amid mutters of “wasted time,” he stalked
    off, leaving me upset and discouraged.
    Now I say this because I hope that
    others won’t let something like that to do then what it did to me. I never
    wrote another word, save for continual journals and articles for the local
    newspaper. Every time I picked up a pen, I heard those words that my father had
    said. Isn’t it strange how words meant to hurt often drown out even the most
    encouraging?
    In later years, I often wrote
    letters for friends who’d read things I had written, but that was the extent of
    it. Something was missing, something that lived in my heart, while I refused to
    let grow. My husband and I raised our children and went on with life. I still
    read constantly, but by then, life was so busy, that writing wasn’t even a blip
    on the radar.
    One year for my birthday, my
    husband gave me several of Philippa Gregory’s books, particularly The Other
    Boleyn Girl and Earthly Joys. I have always loved non-fiction, have read
    biographies and historical accounts for as long as I can remember. I hadn’t,
    however, read romance. Gregory combines both, taking real people and creating
    circumstances around them that tell a story that has some grounding in the
    truth.
    After devouring everything I
    could by Gregory, I sought out other historical romances, not particularly
    worried if they featured actual people, historical was enough for me. Oh, my,
    did my world open up. I discovered Mary Balogh, Lisa Kleypas, and so many other
    wonderful authors, and I couldn’t get enough.
    After reading hundreds of
    historical romances, my creativity came to life. I started plotting stories
    long after I turned the light off at night. I got excited and told my husband
    about the stories and patient man that he is, he listened. One day, he asked
    me, “Do you think you could write a book?”
    Thank God he did, because I
    haven’t stopped since.

    Previous Books

    Tarnished Gold
    Tarnished Gold

    In 1915, starstruck Jack Abadie strikes out for the gilded
    streets of the most sinful town in the country—Hollywood. With him, he takes a
    secret that his country hometown would never understand. 

    After years of hard work and a chance invitation to a gay
    gentlemen’s club, Jack is discovered. Soon, his talent, matinee idol good
    looks, and affable personality propel him to the height of stardom. But fame
    breeds distrust. 
    Meeting Wyatt Maitland turns Jack’s life upside down. He
    wants to be worthy of his good fortune, but old demons haunt him. Only through
    Wyatt’s strength can Jack face that which keeps him from being the man he wants
    to be. Love without trust is empty. 
    As the 1920s roar, scandals rock the movie industry. Public
    tolerance of Hollywood’s
    decadence has reached its limit. Under pressure to clean up its act, Jack’s
    studio issues an ultimatum. Either forsake the man he loves and remain a box
    office darling, or follow his heart and let his shining star fade to tarnished
    gold.
    Read an excerpt and purchase the Tarnished Gold ebook
    or print,
    signed by the author (if one of the first twenty sold.)
    ForMen Like Us, which takes place during the Regency in England. You
    can find it at Dreamspinner Press. Just click the title to be magically
    transported.
    For Men Like Us
    After Preston Meacham’s lover dies trying to lend him aid at
    Salamanca,
    hopelessness becomes his only way of life. Despite his best efforts at starting
    again, he has no pride left, which leads him to sell himself for a pittance at
    a molly house. The mindless sex affords him his only respite from the horrors
    he witnessed.
    The Napoleonic War left Benedict Wilmot haunted by the acts he was forced to
    commit and the torture he endured at the hands of a superior, a man who used
    the threat of a gruesome death to force Ben to do his bidding. Even sleep gives
    Ben no reprieve, for he can’t escape the destruction he caused.
    When their paths cross, Ben feels an overwhelming need to protect Preston from his dangerous profession. As he explains,
    “The streets are dangerous for men like us.” 
    Serenity’s Dream
    Lucien and Serenity – the rewritten, expanded version of the
    first book in my Sapphire Club series.
    Serenity Damrill has returned to her husband, Lucien after a
    ten-year absence. She carries with her a secret that could destroy her life and
    possibly all that Lucien has built.
    Lucien was quite happy in his life running the Sapphire Club
    and has no need for the frigid wife who deserted him the day after they were
    married.
    Can Lucien teach Serenity that her fear of the marriage bed
    is unfounded? Will Serenity’s secret be the death knell for their
    marriage? 
    You can purchase Serenity’s Dream – Lucien and Serenity at Amazon

    About the Author

    Born in Upstate New York, Brita Addams has made her home in
    the sultry south for many years. Brita’s home is a happy place, where she lives
    with her real-life hero, her husband, and a fat cat named Stormee. She writes,
    for the most part, erotic historical romance, both het and m/m, which is an
    ideal fit, given her love of British and American history. Setting the
    tone for each historical is important. Research plays an indispensible part in
    the writing of any historical work, romance or otherwise. A great deal of
    reading and study goes into each work, to give the story the authenticity it
    deserves.

    As a reader, Brita prefers historical works, romances and
    otherwise. She believes herself born in the wrong century, though she says she
    would find it difficult to live without air conditioning. Brita and her husband
    love to travel, particularly cruises and long road trips. They completed a Civil
    War battlefield tour a couple of years ago, and have visited many places
    involved in the American Revolutionary War.

    In May, 2013, they are going to England for two weeks, to visit the
    places Brita writes about in her books, including the estate that inspired the
    setting for her Sapphire Club series. Not the activities, just the floor plan.
    A bit of trivia – Brita pronounces her name, B-Rita, like the woman’s name, and
    oddly, not like the famous water filter.

    Giveaway

    Ebook giveaways at each stop. Random commenter’s choice from
    my backlist
    Serenity’s Dream

    Signed 8×10 glossies of Jack Abadie

    Grand Prize is a Kindle, along with the winner’s choice
    of five (5) of my backlist titles, sent to them by email.
    Rules: 
    Leave a comment at one or all the stops. At each stop, a
    random commenter will be selected to win their choice of backlist book
    (Tarnished Gold excluded.) This selection will be made daily throughout the
    tour, except where blog owners wish to extend the eligibility. Be sure to leave
    an email address in your comment. 
    All names of commenters and their email addresses will be
    put into the drawing for the Kindle, even if they have won the daily drawing.
    The more comments you make the more chances you have to win.
    Other prizes include five (5) 8×10 glossies of Jack Abadie,
    signed. The winners will be selected on April 10, from all the commenters at
    all the stops, and notified by email.
    The Grand Prize winner will be selected on April 10th and
    notified by email. Once I have heard from the winner and obtained a shipping
    address, I will order the Kindle and have it shipped directly to the winner.
    They will also be eligible to select five (5) of my backlist titles and I will
    email them to the winner.
    Contest valid in the United States.
    Full schedule for the Tarnished Gold Virtual BookTour

    Find Me Here

    Website http://britaaddams.com/
    Blog http://britaaddamsblog.blogspot.com/
  • Gay or MM

    Why Brita Writes Fanciful Tales @britaaddams #RLFblog #gayromance

    Please welcome
    Brita Addams to the Romance Lives Forever blog, with her take on writing and
    the not-always-smooth life of an author.

    – – –
    I will not deny that being a published
    author is a wonderful advent in my life. It is also one that I never expected to
    happen.
    Brita Addams

    I’ve written all my life, started
    at about age ten, with a diary that my parents gave me for Christmas. I so clearly
    remember sitting in my bedroom, on January 1, and writing that first entry. I poured
    my heart and soul into those pages and over the years, I filled many a volume. I
    had missed years in there, as life does tend to get in the way of our best intentions.
    Sometimes, I was too heartbroken to even tell Dear Diary all about it, after all,
    the conversation is always one way.

    When I married for the second time,
    I already had two children. My wonderful husband took on the responsibility and
    even told me, upon the marriage proposal, that “There are three of us you know,”
    a play on the fact that I had told him the same thing when we started talking about
    something more serious. Today, nearly 33 years later, he often playfully sides with
    the kids, but now the ranks have grown considerably.
    When we decided to have a child of
    our own, I decided to chronicle the, at times, bumpy ride. I started a diary from
    the day we said, “Yes, let’s do it,” right through the pregnancy, her
    birth, and the long and sometimes discouraging journey through a world I knew nothing
    about–that of a handicapped child, one who cannot bend her arms or her legs.
    Having a physically disabled child
    is heartbreaking and there is no way of sugar coating it. We tread water that, at
    times, threatened to drown us, but then we’d look into her sweet little face and
    that grounded us in what was most important.
    Her strength and fortitude, her uncomplaining
    manner, inspired me then and inspires me now, 28 years later. She twice graduated
    from college, is a published author, and is married now. She’s patient and impatient,
    loving, kind, and has a caustic tongue at times. She is independent and takes no
    prisoners. Oh, yes, and she does all the things the doctors said she’d never do–brush
    her hair, her teeth, feed herself, walk, etc., but she is indeed above average in
    intelligence, as they promised.
    I tell you this because the diary
    entries during this period were probably the most honest I’ve ever written. As an
    adult, our daughter read them and has learned the true nature of my feelings, both
    good and bad. She understands that the bad had to do with me, and she appreciates
    knowing that Mom had that vulnerable side. Sometimes life isn’t all lollipops and
    roses, and sometimes Mom caves under the pressure.
    I loved English class, and wrote short
    stories for them, with the encouragement of my teachers, who apparently saw a budding
    writer in me. Today, I often dedicate my books to those teachers, for they are the
    ones who inspired me early on, when I encountered resistance from those who should
    have been the most encouraging.
    Raising a family occupied most of
    my early adult life. We have three children and their ages span a 14 year difference
    between oldest to youngest. There wasn’t a lot of Mom time back them.
    Now, I have the time and I use it
    to full advantage. I suppose most writers write because they can’t imagine not writing.
    That’s the way it is for me. Yes, it’s nice when a publisher wants your work and
    sends you a contract, but I have many stories on my hard drive that will never see
    a publisher’s desk. Writing is a need in me, an urgency to say what I have on my
    mind, without regard sometimes, to the marketability of the piece.
    Sometimes I write things and get part
    way through and lose interest or find that a brick wall stands in the way of completion.
    Sometimes, there was no story there at all. Just a few words. A smidge of an idea
    that had no legs. It happens all the time.
    I write because I can’t imagine not
    writing. Aside from being a wife, mother, and grandmother, I am a writer. I’ve given
    my all to raising a family, to employers along the way, to extended family. Now
    is my time to fulfill the goals that I set aside for so long.
    Regrets? I have a few. Don’t we all?
    But if I spent the rest of my life lamenting the “shoulda dones,” that
    wouldn’t leave much time for anything else. Will I ever write the next great worldwide
    best seller? Probably not. But I will write what is in my heart, and for me, that’s
    the better gamble.

    Newest Releases

    Serenity’s Dream
    Serenity’s Dream is book one of my Regency historical Sapphire
    Club series. It originally came out in June of 2010. I recently revisited the series
    and rewrote the books. My editor re-edited them and seemed please with the additional
    thirteen thousand words I added to Serenity. I hope readers will be as well.
    You can find Serenity’s Dream here.
    Blurb: Serenity Damrill has returned to her husband, Lucien after
    a ten-year absence. She carries with her a secret that could destroy her life and
    possibly all that Lucien has built.
    Lucien was quite happy in his life running the Sapphire Club
    and has no need for the frigid wife who deserted him the day after they were married.
    Can Lucien teach Serenity that her fear of the marriage bed is
    unfounded? Will Serenity’s secret be the death knell for their marriage?
    I also have ForMen Like Us, which also takes place during the Regency. You can find it at Dreamspinner
    Press. Just click the title to be magically transported.
    Blurb for For Men Like Us: After Preston Meacham’s lover dies
    trying to lend him aid at Salamanca,
    hopelessness becomes his only way of life. Despite his best efforts at starting
    again, he has no pride left, which leads him to sell himself for a pittance at a
    molly house. The mindless sex affords him his only respite from the horrors he witnessed.
    The Napoleonic War left Benedict Wilmot haunted by the acts he
    was forced to commit and the torture he endured at the hands of a superior, a man
    who used the threat of a gruesome death to force Ben to do his bidding. Even sleep
    gives Ben no reprieve, for he can’t escape the destruction he caused.
    When their paths cross, Ben feels an overwhelming need to protect
    Preston from his dangerous profession. As he explains,
    “The streets are dangerous for men like us.”
    In the April/May timeframe, Dreamspinner will publish Tarnished
    Gold, set in 19-teens-1930 old Hollywood.

    About the Author

    Born in Upstate New York, Brita Addams has made her home in the
    sultry south for many years. Brita’s home is a happy place, where she lives with
    her real-life hero, her husband, and a fat cat named Stormee.
    She writes, for the most part, erotic historical romance, both
    het and m/m, which is an ideal fit, given her love of British and American history.
    Setting the tone for each historical is important. Research plays an indispensible
    part in the writing of any historical work, romance or otherwise. A great deal of
    reading and study goes into each work, to give the story the authenticity it deserves.
    As a reader, Brita prefers historical works, romances and otherwise.
    She believes herself born in the wrong century, though she says she would find it
    difficult to live without air conditioning.
    Brita and her husband love to travel, particularly cruises and
    long road trips. They completed a Civil War battlefield tour a couple of years ago,
    and have visited many places involved in the American Revolutionary War. In May,
    2013, they are going to England
    for two weeks, to visit the places Brita writes about in her books, including the
    estate that inspired the setting for the Sapphire Club series. Not the activities,
    just the floor plan.
    A bit of trivia – Brita pronounces her name, B-Rita, like the
    woman’s name, and oddly, not like the famous water filter. Brita is her real middle
    name, after her father’s ex-girlfriend.

    Find Me Here

    Website http://www.britaaddams.com/
    Blog http://britaaddamsblog.blogspot.com/