Guest Blogger: Amylea Lyn

Jan 24, 2012 Filed under: guest blogger, m/m

Today I’m welcoming Amylea Lyn to my blog. Pull up a chair, grab some coffee or tea and get to know her….

Tell us about your latest release.

My latest release is titled Love’s Crash Landing. It will be available from Silver Publishing on February 4th.

Originally, the story was my first ever weekly blog story, with updates every Monday. It turned out to be a huge success, and there was just no possible way my readers would allow me to get away with not sending it in for submission.

The story revolves around Gavin Howard, an ex-Marine turned farmer, who finds a spaceship crash-landed in his cornfield. He takes the little alien man in, who turns out to be a Prince named Mi’Kel, who is on an interplanetary mission to save his dying planet. Gavin tries to keep the alien safe from the government hunting him, and finds out that true love doesn’t care what planet a person is from.

But as we all know, aliens are very different from humans, so there are more then a few surprises along the way. *winks*

What is your favorite genre to write? What other genres do you enjoy?

My favorite genre to write in is paranormal and fantasy. I love vampires, werewolves, elves, witches, sirens, etc. I could write stories about them every day for the rest on my life and never get tired of it.

That being said, I also enjoy writing stories with elements of science fiction and contemporary themes too. But if I am writing a contemporary story, more often then not there will be a dash of something paranormal to liven things up a bit. LOL

Do you have a favorite character from one of your books?

Okay, I have a confession; my favorite character is usually the one whose story I’m currently working on. I get so in tuned with them, and I cherish them despite their obvious faults.

I love all of my characters, really I do…. But if I had to pick just one it would have to be Jacob Blackthorn, the Native American police officer from my book, Dream a Little Dream. He was my first “dream man” character and I’ve always had a soft spot for him.

I also adore Cael, also from Dream a Little Dream, Tom from Let’s Get Familiar, and of course Ash, from Nature of the Beast.

Is there a style or genre of writing that you haven’t tired yet but you’d like to explore?

Hmm, I’ve dabbled in a lot of different styles (and sometimes failing miserably I might add) but the one genre I’ve always wanted to try would be a historical novel. I greatly admire the authors who spend so much time and effort doing research to make their books the best they can possibly be.

If I ever find myself without a project or WIP, I think that’s what I’d take a stab at writing.

How do you make time in your life for writing?

One word…Schedule. Schedule, schedule, schedule! I try to plan my days around shifts for my “day job” and writing time. Often it’s hard to find time during the week, so I’ll pick one of my days off and lock myself away to do nothing but write.

Of course, my insomnia also helps. If I can’t sleep, I usually end up writing.

What do you like to read? Do you have some favorite authors?

I love reading. I own over 200 paperbacks, and over 1500 ebooks. I’m an avid reader and always have been.  I love any type of book that can take me away from the “real world” for a little while and allow me to relax. And I read all types. From historical to mystery, paranormal to contemporary, and everything in between.

Some of my favorites are authors like Sean Micheal, Amber Kell, and Stormy Glenn. But I also like classic literature, like Charles Dickens, William Butler Yeats, Shakespeare and Emily Dickinson.

If you decide to take a Saturday off, what are we likely to find you doing?

Sleeping… writing… gardening… canning something…writing some more…. and playing fetch with my cat. Yep, I said fetch. She’s a weird one. *grin*

Choose six adjectives to describe yourself.

Shy, Clever, Zany, Witty, Helpful, Odd.

Describe the perfect meal.

Ohh, walnut shrimp over a bed of sticky white rice, a side order of crab rangoons, and a big old glass of sweet-tea.

If you were a dessert what would you be and why?

Hmm… If I were a desert, I’d probably be a slice of Black Forrest cake. The rich dark chocolate cake would be my silent, mysterious and shy side, while the cherry filling would be my sweet personality once you managed to get through my shy exterior.

Plus, it’s my favorite cake! I wanna add a slice of that to finish off my perfect meal above. LOL

To learn more about me and my books, visit my website or stop by my blog.

Blurb for Love’s Crash Landing:

Gavin Howard lives a simple life on his farm, keeping to himself and staying under the radar. That is all changed late one night when a spaceship crash lands in his corn field. So what is a simple farmer to do when he finds an injured alien lying in his back yard? Take it inside and care for it until it can “phone home,” of course.

But Prince Mi’Kel Ta’Rulen is not what Gavin expected. Beautiful, gentle, and on a mission to save his dying planet, Mi’Kel needs Gavin’s help for more than just his injuries. Can Gavin help Mi’Kel find the solution to save his people all while keeping the little alien safe from the Earth governments hunting him?

Gavin finds himself falling in love with the being from outer space, but can he find it in his heart to let the little alien go when Mi’Kel’s ship is finally fixed? Or will Mi’Kel’s secrets drive them apart when the alien needs his farmer the most?

Excerpt for Love’s Crash Landing:

Gavin Howard jumped out of bed the moment he heard the sound of the crash.
He’d been sleeping soundly, exhausted after a day of planting crops in the field behind his small farmhouse, when a loud boom shook the house down to its foundation and a blinding flash of light lit up the entire room.

Jerked from a pleasant dream involving two male belly dancers and a lot of whipped cream, Gavin opened his eyes as his befuddled brain struggled to catch up. Glancing at the clock, Gavin groaned when he saw the glowing red numbers read 2:17am. Lights shone from his back yard, just visible through his bedroom bay window. The red and orange flickering moved hypnotically and beautifully. It took a long moment before he realized what he saw.

Was that—? Holy shit, my back yard is on fire!

Before he even realized he had moved, Gavin jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans over his half-hard cock, not bothering to do up the buttons completely. He grabbed his shotgun and charged down the stairs like a herd of buffalo were after him.

Before he even reached the kitchen and back door that lead outside, Gavin heard his old Blue Heeler, Bo, going wild, barking like a demon-possessed hound. The dog threw itself at the screen door again and again, blocking him from getting to the back yard and only quieting his howls to whimpering and whining when he spotted his beloved owner rushing into the room.

Gavin grabbed a flashlight from below the sink, patting Bo’s head as he went by.

“S’okay boy, I got it.” He opened the door, then turned back to push Bo back into the house when the mutt tried to slip between his legs. “Stay, Bo. Stay!” he commanded, not wanting to put his dog in danger until the back yard was safe. He shut the door, taking a deep breath to ready himself to face whatever had disturbed his sleep so violently.

Gavin turned, ready to face the issue at hand.

And promptly dropped the flashlight he held.

“No way…” he muttered, staring in disbelief at the scene before him. He couldn’t reconcile what he saw with what his brain knew had to be possible. He looked around. Nope, no cameras or microphones anywhere to be seen. Bo still whined from inside the house. Gavin gave himself a little pinch on the leg with his one free hand and hissed at the sharp, bright pain blossoming on his leg. Well, he wasn’t dreaming, which meant what he was seeing had to be real.

The scene before him seemed impossible, unbelievable…

Gavin just stood there, stunned, gun hanging from limp hands, mouth hanging open.

What the hell is going on?

No way could there be a crashed spaceship sitting in the center of his cornfield.

Pulling together his now-tattered courage, Gavin reached down to pick up the fallen flashlight, and then carefully started to approach the smoking wreckage, gun ready to shoot at the smallest sign of movement. Times like this, he was glad his military training gave him enough experience to keep himself safe as he approached apossible danger zone. His eyes were trained on the sky, for what, he didn’t know—more ships maybe?

Because as much as he wanted to deny what he was seeing, there was no doubt about it; he was definitely looking at a large silver spaceship.

The ship didn’t seem to be much taller than his tractor but definitely appeared wider; at least twenty feet across in an almost disk shape. The smooth sides shone silver, with an iridescent sheen that probably served as camouflage while the ship flew. He’d seen a weak rendition of just that type of thing years before while he’d been on special assignment in the Marines. Although, what he saw back then didn’t even begin to compare to the stunning object before him.

The fallen ship gave off a thrumming feel, vibrating deep in his chest with a low hum, almost like when a next door neighbor played a bass guitar in his garage. Gavin could still remember those days from back when he lived on the base. He knew there was sound coming from the amplifiers, but it was too low for him to actually hear. He could feel the static energy and vibration on his skin, but no sound could be heard.

All of the sudden, Gavin realized that what he was seeing might be real. As a kid, he’d always been a comic book fan and loved the old Star Trek TV show. But never in his life could he have imagined something like this.

Hot damn! He had a real live flying saucer in his back yard.

Love’s Crash Landing is available for pre-order from Silver Publishing.