The Cover Reveal Post for Gay for Pay;

The O'Raven Chronicles is pleased and amused to present this cover reveal post for Author T. M. Smith. My dear friend T. M. is at it again causing another stir with a new series. She has taken a break from her popular Opposites series to work on a new series that she was inspired to write. So here it is the cover reveal for her latest madcap adventures of rascally porn stars lol. 

Gay for Pay

An All Cocks story

by TM Smith

Tentative release is mid to late June 2015

Christopher Allan Roberts thought he had a promising future. Captain of the football team with the promise of a scholarship to play for Alabama. His high school sweetheart and best friend for as long as he could remember Amanda by his side, and the love and support of his family. One night, one mistake changed everything. Chris moves to New York, adrift and alone. A walk one night brings him to the flashing lights, loud music and thrumming bodies at club Berlin. A flyer in the men’s room promises fame and fortune for anyone willing to go on camera and have sex, with another man. Money is money, and how hard could it be, right?

Linc Larson is All Cocks most requested, most versatile model. The openly bi-sexual gay porn star will do anything with anyone, which pretty much writes his ticket in a versatility charged industry. Lincoln Carter is honest with everyone in his life, including his family, about who he is and about his sexual preferences. It’s not his sexuality that interferes with his personal life though; it’s his inability to trust. 

What Linc wants right now, more than anything, is the chance to do a scene with All Cocks newest acquisition, Kris Alen. Six foot two with Auburn hair, an exquisitely toned body and enough ink on his skin to put Crayola out of business, Kris Alen is sex personified. Linc doesn’t know if it’s the “I want the shiny new toy” aspect that calls to him, or the distant and wounded expression that haunts Kris’s eyes. It becomes painfully clear soon enough that Kris is straight and only working the gay for pay angle that All Cocks brings to his bank account. 

Can a bi-sexual man with trust issues break down the barriers that Christopher has built around himself and help Kris come to terms with the painful past he is hiding from. 

Gay for Pay is a gay for you story about two men that will have to come to terms with the mistakes they made in their past if they want to stick around and have a chance at a future.

Gay for Pay is the first book in a series I'm planning that centers around the particular online gay porn site, All Cocks. I've always been intrigued by the inner workings of the industry, I follow the cockyboys site and their fearless leader, Jake Jackson, closely. They really seem like a family of sorts. So that is what I hope I'm creating with this new series. A group of guys that are drawn together for whatever reason, and become a family. 

This first book will focus on the story of Christopher and Linc, but several of the characters you'll learn more about as the series progresses are introduced. Chris and Linc were born from a conversation I had with a couple of gay porn stars at a book convention I attended in 2014. I don't want to give too much away, as I want to keep everyone anxious to grab a copy when the book releases in June. And for anyone attending Rainbow Book Fair in Tampa in July, I'll be there as well with a ton of paperbacks so you can stop by my table, we can visit, and you can grab some goodies!

~ An excerpt from Gay for Pay...

A trip to the bathrooms and Chris learned there

really were Glory Holes in men’s rooms. And from the sounds that were leaking

out from under the stall next to him, he was certain someone was getting nailed

to the wall in there, literally. A loud thud and the wall shook, then a scream

and a guttural moan alerted Chris that whoever was in there had found their

peak. A cute little thing with long black hair streaked blue, eyes lined black

as night fell out of the stall while zipping up his pants, with what could only

be described as a grizzly bear following behind him. Chris had to look up at

the guy, and that didn’t happen often.

Quickly making his way back to his group of friends

smiling, anxious to tell them what just happened, he stopped in his tracks when

he saw Linc pushed up against the bar, a big guy with black hair claiming his

mouth. Linc wrapped his arms around the guys neck as he pulled the man closer,

rutting up against him. Even over the bass of the music and the ringing in

Chris’s ears, he could hear the moans Linc was emitting. He thought for a

moment that the guy was going to fuck Linc right there up against the bar. He

was sort of hard, a little jealous and very confused at those two emotions. He

had never been turned on by another guy when he wasn’t in the mindset of Kris

while filming a scene. Or out at the house surrounded by all that sex and the

job. But right here standing in this loud, dark, smelly bar with half naked

bodies writhing all around him, watching Linc climb up the guys body and wrap

his legs around his large waist, Chris was turned on. 

About The Author; 

 

Smith is and outspoken advocate for Autism and equal rights for  the LGBTQ community. 

Her Opposites series is based outside the normal parameters of social acceptability, examining a 'what if'... What If to be gay or lesbian were the norm? What if to be straight labeled you as an Opposite and made YOU the Outkast?

Author links: Amazon | www | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads | Youtube | Pinterest

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My life and this Blog lol…

So much has happened since I last wrote a blog post it is difficult to know where to begin. The world seems to be growing ever more dark and terrifying. Still I am not afraid. I do sometimes feel a sense of dread and then I remember that is how some evil people want me to feel and I choose to feel something else. Sometimes I don’t know what to feel or what to think. Sometimes I just want to go somewhere, anywhere, far from here, far from my life, and my self, and this place. I ceaselessly have the feeling of far-away in my blood as if I was actually born a nomad or one of the Romani. It is so easy to see the gathering darkness and often so hard to hold on to the light. It would be easy to give in to despair and sadness. It would also be cowardly. I just can’t seem to choose the easy way, not anymore…if I ever did. My heart is sore troubled not for what is coming as much as for what was lost to us. I wonder if we will ever get it back at all; all that amazing mystical quality once held by all of life? I wonder if our nation will ever be the glorious place it once was before the two party system destroyed it? I wonder how we will defeat the ever growing tides of islamization taking hold of our world and turning it into a place of darkness? I wonder if we can stop the spread of the evil tyranny known as sharia law? I have to believe that one day we will take our nation and our planet back. I look around with great sadness that atheism is also taking root in so many young lives and destroying their souls and the soul of our planet. Idiots like richard dawkins are leading them to a path of evil, sorrow, and eventually the pain of loneliness and the void of hell. I have to believe that there are also beautiful tides of Spirit growing out in the world, not only in my system of belief, but of others as well. I am encouraged by the uprising of things like Buddhism and Paganism. I know that sounds strange for a Christian to say, but it gives me hope to know that there are still people who are seeking Spirit in their own way and that can only be a good thing.

For a long time it seems as if the focus of this blog has changed. It got me some followers and it helped give me another type of purpose. Having said that, I do not want the entire point of the blog to shift focus. This blog was made as a way of talking about my exploration of Spirit as it is moving through the world today. The books and my advertising of them was not meant to take away from that but add to it; by showing that the arts are still alive and well. Also several of the books have been male on male romance novels and this was done to point out that freedom for all queer people is coming about no matter how slowly. I am saddened that queer people in this nation have been lied to by the democratic party and that many of them are now helping in their own possible destruction by standing up for islam and sharia law which seek to destroy us. At least the republican party and all its off shoots hate us openly and do not lie about it. Why are people so stupid as to be involved with either party any more? Why can’t we care more about our nation, and less or not at all about party politics? In the end it is anti-American in my point of view, to belong to a two party system. I believe we should have no parties, just patriotism; or if we are going to have parties at least have seven that can keep us in line.

I have not abandoned this blog, I have just been so caught up in becoming an Author myself. I am getting ready to publish my first book under my own name, and several titles under my children’s book pen-name; not to mention my adult work. I do need to find an illustrator to work with.

Although the focus of the blog has not changed, neither will the book posts go away either. I have never made a secret of my love of literature. If I can find a website to buy that meets all of my needs, all of my blogs will be transferred to it, just to let everyone know.I am hoping to start an official publishing site that will also sell books for indie-authors.

On another note in case I forgot to blog about it, I finally after a life time of wanting a legal name change obtained one for my self. I have a new name. It is mine and no one can ever take it away. My Name and my Love are what I have to take with me at the end of life and all that I can really ever leave behind as a gift to the world. I will attempt to live in such a way that I can be proud and make God and my ancestors proud of what I did with this gift called life. That is my Solomon vow. I promise to try and Love more each and every day and reflect God’s light to the world. I am not perfect and my walk with Spirit will not be or look perfect. It will, I am sure be fraught with hardships, disappointments, imperfections, mistakes, and plenty of stumbling off the path... only to try and find my way back to it. That I feel is as it should be. It is after all how we as human beings learn, and evolve, and grow.

My family has come under tremendous financial hardships. Many of these hardships were caused directly by the horrific administration “led” by barak obama and his evil cohorts. And let’s face it people, health care freedom is over and has been replaced by the forced tyranny of socialism. The world of politics grows ever more terrible by the day. There is a war raging, against men, women, and children; against Christians and Jews, and Gai people, and white people. Will we stand against it? Or will we let it rob us of all our freedoms? We have lost so many of our freedoms already.

Still….still…I cling to hope! It is a life preserver while being lost in this sea of national and global confusion. I hope that one day people will see what is right and act accordingly to enact it and protect it; and even more importantly to live it.

It seems a very large world and I am just one little (or not so little lol) man. I often feel like Bilbo Baggins. What can one so small do against such great odds? Then I remember the end of the story for Bilbo and his favorite nephew Frodo. I have heard it said both in life and in literature, and also in film... that one rain drop raises the ocean. I know this to be true. One person really can make a difference, even if just by speaking out and taking a stand. Even if just by bearing witness. Bearing witness is no small thing. It is such a very important thing indeed. To bear witness is a powerful act!

Thank you to all of you who were, and still are here for helping me to bear witness, and for knowing that it is right to do so, and helping me to know that I am not standing alone. Even if we all just bear witness, the fact we are doing it together means something very real and very vital. We are being the change we want to see. For that I am thankful. For that my heart is full!

Blessed Be.