Hi and welcome to my blog, Amylea Lyn. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake. So tell us a little about yourself.
Thanks Raine for having me on your blog today! Let’s see… a little bit about me…. Well, my name is Amylea Lyn and I live inNevada. I love to read and write, and have been a published author for about two years now. When I’m not writing about the hot, sexy men in my head, you can generally find me in the kitchen baking and canning, or in the back yard, gardening. But mostly, I write when I have free time, and cant imagine myself doing anything else.
Q: What genre do you write and for what publisher(s)?
I generally write in the male/male romance genre, and cross through every sub-genre possible; from science fiction to contemporary, shifters to vampires, and of course, aliens are a current favorite!
I am currently published through Silver Publishing, Torquere Press, and Dreamspinner Press.
Q: Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?
My latest release is called Love’s Crash Landing. Originally, the story was posted in weekly installments on my blog, and once it was finished I sent it in for publication through Silver Publishing. It’s about an alien who crash lands on earth and falls in love with the farmer who saves him. Add in the government hunting him down and a few other surprises, and you get a really fun story I’’ very proud of.
I always laugh when people ask what inspires my books. I can get ideas from anything; a comment, something that happened that day, or even the TV. Love’s Crash Landing was inspired by a show about aliens on the History channel. It talked about aliens visiting earth and suddenly inspiration struck!
Q: If you had a reporter follow you around for the day, what would the readers get to see in your daily schedule?
I think readers might be bored with my daily life. If it was a day off, they might see me running errands for a bit in the morning before I locked myself away to work on my latest project. If it happened to be a day I had to go into the “day job” they would see much of the same thing, just in shorter time increments before I had to rush off to work.
Alas, there isn’t a harem of sexy, naked men waiting at my beck and call…. Only in my mind. LOL
Q: When you begin your stories, do you go with the flow, or go with an outline?
I always try to start out with an outline, just so I have a general idea of where the story will start and where it will end. What happens between those two points is anyone’s guess.
Q: What thrill do you find when you compose?
I think the biggest thrill for me is just seeing my story come to life. Often times I go back and read over what I’d written that day and just sit and say “my goodness! I wrote that?” Sometimes I even manage to impress myself. LOL
Q: Is it hard coming up with titles or characters names?
Not really. Sometimes the title is a little tricky, just because I really want something that reflects the story. But I almost always know my characters names before I start writing.
It’s trying to name the secondary characters that make me scream! That’s always been tough for me.
Q: What does your workstation look like?
Um, right now I’m desk-less….so for now my work station consists of one corner of the couch where I sit and do all my writing while my cat sleeps beside me.
Someday I’ll have an office where I can sit my laptop on my desk and really get to work. I may even hook up the new printer I got for Christmas this year. Sad to say I haven’t even taken it out of the box yet. LOL
Q: Are you the type of individual who gets weepy at the end of a good movie, or a sad movie, or do you just stay neutral through it all?
Oh yeah, I’m a weeper. Movies, books, TV adds… I can cry at a hallmark commercial if the mood is right. Extreme Home Makeover gets me every time.
Q: Is there any books coming that you are itching to read (either electronic or print) from your favorite authors?
I love books! I have a list of them in my phone, set to remind me when they release. So far we have Andrew Gray, Lynn Hagen, Scarlet Hyacinth, and a few others.
Q: If you were to replenish your cabinets with one junk food, what would it be?
I definitely like my snack foods. I’d fill my cupboards with cookies, chips, candy and oddly enough, Poptarts. I don’t know why but I love them!
Q: What do you have coming next? Anything you want to tell us?
Book 2 of my Outside the City series is due out on March 24th this year! I’m currently working on edits and I’m so excited for Owen and Maltok’s story. I’ve also got another book coming out later this year called The Brotherhood 1: Solid as Stone.
Also, I’m working on book 3 of my Outside the City series, and preparing for another blog story starting the first Monday in March. I also have plans for a sequel to Love’s Crash Landing… well, if I can ever find time to work on it. LOL
Q: What else would you like readers to know about you or your work?
My work means a lot to me and I love hearing from my readers. Each and every time a reader contacts me, telling me how much they loved my books, it inspires me to work harder and write a better story.
I just want to say thanks to everyone who has read my work.
Q: Where can we find you on the web?
What’s a simple farmer to do when an alien crash-lands in his cornfield? Try to keep the little guy safe from the government, all while trying not to fall in love with his guest while he’s at it. It may not be as easy as he originally thought.
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 cornfield. 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?
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 backyard, 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 backyard 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 backyard 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 backyard was safe. He shut the door, taking a deep breath to ready himself to face whatever had disturbed his sleep so violently.
Gavin turned, prepared 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 a possible 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 the 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 backyard.