Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Going to GRL?


I did not do a pre-order of any of my books, but DSP is having a great sale and you can have your books delivered to GRL free of charge by putting in the GRL2014 code at checkout.  That being said, I have a few of my books from my personal book shelf I'll be bringing with me. I haven't quite decided how I will be giving them out, but I will figure that out once I get there ;)  If you see me with a really cool handmade quilted bag, just stop over and say Hi and you never know what I'll have in my bag at any given moment as it will be changing often, but should always contain something fun and interesting ;)   I have a very limited number of print books so if there is one you really want to pick up I'd suggest ordering it from DSP and letting them pay the shipping ;)

Looking forward to seeing everyone

Thursday, September 4, 2014


It's not everyday that you hear about a novel involving a teacher that moonlights as an adult massage therapist. Peter is sweet innocent guy that finds himself in a situation he can't get out of in Jamie Lake's Bad Boy series. I had the chance to chat with the author about this 5-part series and why it's become so popular with m/m readers.

Describe Bad Boy. How is it different than most gay romance novels? 
 Bad Boy is a lot different because it deals with a situation that although people on the surface may think they’d never get into, the human elements are something everyone can relate to. You have a teacher who has his hours slashed and is so desperate to make ends meet that he’s willing to do anything, even compromise his values to survive. In his case, Peter finds himself doing nude massages. He’s single, he’s lonely and figures after years of dating, that he’ll never meet the one. So, although there is a tremendous career risk, he’s willing to take it. But that’s when he finally meets the perfect guy and finds himself in a serious dilemma trying to live a double-life.

How was it that you thought of Bad Boy originally? 
 It was actually inspired by true events. That’s why when some people say, “Oh, this couldn’t really happen,” I kind of laugh a little to myself because on some levels it did actually happen. I just exaggerated and let my imagination go wild about how bad I could really make it for my protagonist.

Making a protagonist an educator is a little different than most m/m novels. Why did you make Peter one?  
To my knowledge, there aren’t many m/m novels that feature teachers and teachers are hot. I’m sure we can all relate to having a crush on a teacher or two. I had a crush on my Health teacher in high school. Woof! He was fucking hot. Plus, I wanted to think of the very last profession anyone would expect a nude massage therapist.

A cop named Chip is your love interest. That was an interesting choice. 
 I also think Cops are pretty hot too. When I lived in New York, they had the hottest cops. I often would fantasize about a situation or two back then when I was single. So, I figured I’d live out my fantasy through my characters.

Tell my readers about your antagonist, he’s kind of fascinating.  
Yeah, he too is loosely based on someone I dated who was in the mafia.  When you get to know people in the mafia well, they’re a lot different than you expect. Real human beings, often nice people with integrity but they have that other side, that is not pretty if you cross it.

Did you have any idea people would be so receptive of a hot teacher that massages clients in the nude at night? 
 I was kind of surprised actually. I love the fact that in the m/m world, the readers are open to new situations that they usually don’t read about.  I think many people fantasize about being able to rub down hot guys if they could get away with it. Fortunately for us, we can live vicariously through the characters we read about.

Where can we get a copy of Bad Boy? You can get it exclusively on Amazon http://bit.ly/BADBOYNOVEL1 or email me at JamieLakeNovels AT gmail.

*Although this is a true love story with a real plot, it contains hot gay romance m/m scenes *

Peter never thought things would get so tough that he’d need to give out sensual massages in secret in order to make ends meet. He’s a kindergarten teacher and a good one who loves his job. But being a sensual masseuse by night, hot as it may be, is not exactly his dream. All he wants is a nice quiet life and the love of a great guy, a family, and someone who will love him from the heart and accept him without judgment. But when the school slashes his hours in half and no other jobs are available, the opportunity to give sensual massages to men under a secret name seems like the best way out of his current situation at least for now.

Chip is a tough, macho, blue collar, police detective whose ex has just died. He is also a dedicated loving single father to a 5-year-old son. In a town like Las Vegas, he thinks he’ll never meet anyone who is ready to start a family. He has had his fair share of flakes and liars in his life but when he finally met his son’s favorite kindergarten teacher, probably the hottest guy he’d seen in years, his hope is lifted. He just knows, this is the one. Has he finally met someone who is honest and won’t hide things from him?

For Peter, what he thinks will be a onetime thing turns into a booming business giving sensual massages at night. Meeting Chip seems like the welcome change he needs in his life. He is by far, everything he could ever ask for in a man but it’s not exactly the best time in his life to meet someone. But if Peter doesn’t jump at the chance to be with Chip, could he be missing out on the one he’s been waiting for?

Peter promises himself he’ll only do the sensual massages in secret just until he gets caught up on his bills. Then, he’ll quit. But what will the school where he works say if they find out what Peter is doing on the side and what is worse, what will Detective Chip say when he finds out his dream guy has been a very bad boy?

What will Chip say if he finds out what Peter is doing on the side? And, what’s worse, what will the school say when they find out this teacher has been a very bad boy? 


Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Coming soon - Acting Out by Scotty Cade

After one very long tour of duty in Afghanistan and an honorable discharge from the USMC, Elijah Preston comes home to nothing. He barely scrapes up enough money for a cheap motel in Quantico, Virginia, with no money-making opportunities in sight. A chance encounter in a local Walmart finally gives Eli hope for employment. Elijah is ready to sign on with Royce Mackey's proposition... until he hears what’s required. Royce operates a gay military porn site and wants Eli as his next star, never mind that Eli isn’t gay. Desperate and broke, Eli grudgingly accepts Royce’s offer and soon finds himself immersed in a strange new world.

Hamish Turner’s been there before. Taking Eli under his wing, he teaches him everything he can about Royce’s operation. The two quickly become friends, easing the way for their first scene together. Awkward at first, they both ease into it and find there is more of a connection between them than either expected. Curious to see where their mutual attraction takes them, they begin a relationship off-screen. But life gets complicated when a crazed fan of Hamish’s starts sending threatening letters demanding the scenes between the two men stop. Or else….

Available now for pre-order from Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: September 24th, 2014
Check it out HERE


Monday, August 25, 2014

Night Stick has a new title!!

I have changed the name of this story quite a few times, but have been calling it Night Stick because...well, I didn't know what else to call it. I have now officially settled on a title. Night Stick is now Rival Within.  I've seen the cover draft and it blew me away!!  I can't share it yet--soon--but I can share the official blurb :)

Inspiration photo that sparked Rival Withing

“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.
That’s what this storm is all about.”
~Haruki Murakami~


Deputy Sheriff Thomas Weber made a vow of marriage to his wife, a vow to his God to resist temptation, and a vow to uphold the law. But when Tom is forced to shelter a dark-haired stranger  from the tornado raging over the county, long suppressed desires are brought to the surface and he is powerless to resist.

Ben Parker has hidden his true nature his whole life. The laws in 1952 are very clear, and to expose himself  would mean rotting in jail, shunned or worse, a possible death sentence. Unable to find a job, he turned to crime. Seven years later, he’s still angry and tired of hiding who he really is from the world. After meeting Thomas, Ben can envision himself settling down for the first time. The only problem is, he’s already forced Thomas to break the law and become his alibi. And then there’s the little obstacle of Tom’s wife, family, and commitment to the town of Ramer. 

November 2014

Friday, August 22, 2014

Splintered coming just in time for GRL (Teaser)


The dew glistening on the grass in the early-morning light gave the impression that each blade had been infused with brilliant, flawless diamonds. The sun just beginning to crest above the horizon cast the field in a stunning orange glow. Special Agent Todd Hutchinson, known simply as Hutch, stood on a slight rise and looked down at the beautiful sight before him. It reminded Hutch of scenes he’d seen in photography magazines. He’d tried his hand behind the lens, but found he didn’t have the eye for it. Still, he enjoyed looking at the work of others. Hutch could get lost in imagining being there; it was calming. The only thing keeping the sight before him that morning from being postcard perfect was the easterly breeze bringing the stench of rotting flesh to his nose.
Turning back to the forest behind him, Hutch scanned the area. He saw no indication of any disturbance in the foliage, no signs of a struggle or that the body had been dragged here. He was convinced the murder had occurred elsewhere, and whoever the killer was, they were fit and strong. They’d carried the body some distance to dump it.
The body was that of a naked man, face down in the center of a small grouping of trees. He was thin, weighing no more than about one hundred-twenty pounds, and small of stature, approximately five foot six inches. His hair was dyed an unnatural shade of red with black streaks running through it and medium in length. He had ligature marks on both wrists and ankles as well as on his neck. Insects feasted on his pale skin.
Granite, Hutch’s best friend and associate, bent under the yellow crime scene tape and made his way toward him. “Glad you could join us this bright early morning. How ya doing, Hutch?”
“Well, other than a little disgusted at the fine men and women in blue of Jefferson County traipsing all over, fucking up the crime scene—” He took a cigarette from his coat pocket, lit up, and blew out a long stream of smoke. “—I’m good, what have ya got?”
“Not much, other than the obvious,” Granite drawled. He pushed his long bangs out of his eyes and flipped open the small notepad he always carried. “Woman, one Florence Carmine, fifty-four years of age, local resident, came upon the body while walking her dog. Body appears to have been dumped at the site. Still waiting for the coroner to get here before we can fully check out the vic, but the dark blue color on his wrists, ankles, and neck make it pretty obvious he didn’t do this to himself.” He shrugged, closed his notepad, and returned it to his pocket. “Then again, I’ve seen some pretty messed-up shit. Remember that guy with the gasmask hanging from the bedpost by his tie? Fuck, after that scene, nothing really surprises me anymore.” Granite shuddered.
Hutch shook his head as he remembered the accidental death. Young guy alone in a sleazy downtown motel playing autoerotic asphyxiation games. Poor bastard had a dildo up his ass, hand on his dick, and had hung himself from the bed by his own tie. Probably wasn’t the way the man ever imagined leaving this world. Hopefully, for his family’s sake, those crime scene photos wouldn’t make it onto the World Wide Web, though in this day in age, they were more than likely already there.
“Got an ID on the vic?” Hutch took another deep pull from his smoke. It was a nasty habit, but the world was a lot safer for others when he got his fix of nicotine.
“Not yet,” Granite responded as he scratched his head. “Unless he’s hiding it beneath him, we’re not going to know who he is until they run prints. It’s like whoever dumped him here flew in and flew right back out. Hell, maybe he was teleported here, who knows? We’re not going to get shit for evidence with this one.”
If Granite said there wouldn’t be any evidence, then Hutch wouldn’t waste his time looking. Granite was rarely wrong. To look at him, it was hard to imagine that beneath the unusual outward appearance was an intellect that few would ever come close to matching. His straight jet-black hair was cut long so his bangs were always hiding one eye. He had a propensity for anything gothic, including his wardrobe. That morning he wore a Pure Psycho black T-shirt. Granite’s shirts were always black; only the words or pictures changed. Black skinny jeans, a Crombie three-quarter black wool jacket, and heavy-soled black boots completed his ensemble. He looked like the poster child for the Goth Nation. The old adage “Don’t judge a book by its cover” was written with Granite in mind. He might have looked like a punk kid, but that was just a flash of frosting to cover what lay beneath, and what was under that crazy fa├žade was impressive as hell.
Granite’s real name was Travis Green. He graduated from Simon Fraser University’s School of Criminology in British Columbia, Canada, top of his class, specializing in geographical profiling. He had soon surpassed his professors, and now, if not the best in the field, he was damn close to it. The guy was an absolute genius, which was one of the reasons Hutch wanted Granite on his team, despite his freakish appearance. Hutch also respected the hell out of the man. They had connected the instant they met. Anyone who could sit in the room with Hutch for more than an hour and not piss him off was a hell of a guy in Hutch’s book. Granite was one of the few. Although to be quite honest, Hutch wasn’t sure Granite could say the same thing. Hutch had a way of rubbing people the wrong way. It was a gift.
Hutch spotted the coroner’s van pulling up and stabbed a finger at it. “Well there’s the man of the hour. Hope he’s not one of those who take ten hours to process a scene and weeks to pop out a prelim,” he grumbled.
“You wanna go assist, get a closer look?” Granite asked as he watched the older balding guy step out of the van.
“What the hell for? You said we’re not going to get anything out of this one. I’ll wait for the photos.” Hutch snubbed out his cigarette on his boot. He started to toss the butt but thought better of it and pocketed it. He watched as the doc pulled his kit from the van and moved to the scene, before turning and heading back to his car.
“Hey! Where the hell are you going?” Granite called out. “Don’t you want to know if I was wrong? What if the doc finds his ID, the perp’s signature, social security card, and a formal invitation to his house under the body?” Granite asked slyly as he chased after Hutch. “I have been wrong before, ya know.”
“Really? When were you ever wrong?” Hutch asked dubiously.
“What about that time I set you up on a double date with Carrie’s girlfriend from college?”
What a clusterfuck that had been. Carrie—Granite’s girlfriend—was nice enough, and Hutch was sure she was just trying to be helpful. Hell, her friend, umm… he couldn’t remember her name, was nice enough too. But friends should not let friends set them up on blind dates. Not if they wanted to remain friends. However, as soon as Granite learned Hutch was gay, he didn’t try a second time.
“Okay, let me rephrase it. You’re never wrong about a case,” Hutch amended. He pulled opened the car door and raised a brow at Granite. “Look, you go play nice with Dr. Coroner, find out what you can, and I’ll see you back at the hotel.” Hutch slid behind the wheel.
Granite opened the passenger door and stuck his head in. “You’re not staying? Why the hell do I have to talk to him? They called you, not me,” he complained.
“Because I have a three o’clock meeting with Jefferson’s finest. Why should I have all the fun of dealing with these yahoos?” He gave Granite a dismissive wave.
“Great, now we’re even sharing yahoos,” Granite muttered before slamming the car door and stomping back to the crime scene.
There was still plenty they weren’t sharing, but Hutch didn’t see any need in pointing it out. He grabbed his shades and slipped them on, then started the car and headed back to the hotel.