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Friday, April 12, 2019

Winners!

I didn't forget, it's just been THAT kind of day.

Thank y'all for the kind words regarding my last post. Maybe I'll feel better, I don't know. ***huggz***

On to the winners--

Cinders said...
I will put my name in the hat! ePub 
nikirenee said...
would love to win a copy. mobi

thanks
Tekikat said...
OMG...count me in! Pdf please :-)
KarenJ said...
Hi Bailey! I hope things are going better for you now and you're feeling better as well. I've missed these contests! Thanks for having another one. If I win I would love it in ePub format.
Anonymous said...
Thanks for the chanve!! -crystal Marie and mobi please!
Helén said...
I would love mobi


Since there were only six people, all six of y'all win a copy of TJS. I'm going to ask y'all to email me at itsbaileybradford@yahoo.com to make sure I have y'all's email address. I'll start sending out copies tonight while I'm still awake, which won't be long.

Thank y'all for playing along, and have a wonderful weekend. <3

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

A post.

This is probably going to be a hot mess, disjointed as I ramble, but here it goes:

I know I promised an installment, but I've done some serious thinking, and I just need to stop writing for a while. Maybe permanently; for certain until I've got my head on better and find the heart of writing again.

The fact is, I'm tired of struggling to write and feeling like it isn't enough, it isn't good the way I want it to be, I can't get the words I want, the feelings I need in the stories, and it's something I have to fight to do. Every word is a battle.

Y'all deserve better.

I'm not miserable all the way around; this isn't a post about how everything sucks. But also, financially, I can't afford to write like I used to. I can't pay rent by writing a book a month, and I can't write that fast anymore anyway. Working fulltime is going to have to happen, and that, along with taking care of a houseful of people is all I can do.

Pirating and Amazon have dropped royalties down to 1/10th or so of what I used to make, and I stress over every word, every book, afraid it won't be good enough as a story, that I won't earn enough, the worry will ruin the writing and bleed into it, and so it goes, around and around in my head until I'm just upset all the time when I think about writing. I miss being able to write the kinds of stories I wrote once upon a time.

So I need to step back. I'm sorry to leave off mid-story. I am. The most fun and freedom I've ever had writing has been here on the blog, with y'all. I'm not taking that for granted. Y'all are the best people, and have helped me through some rough times y'all don't even know about. Every kind word, every bit of encouragement, has pulled me through the past 2 years.

Thank you, so very much.

***huggz***
Bailey


*I'll be posting the winners for The Jasper Soul still; I'll be reachable at itsbaileybradford@yahoo.com




Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Updates and New Release/Contest

Okay, I think I'm getting organized...ish. I'll have new blog installments up Wednesday and Friday. Meanwhile, The Jasper Soul is available now!


The Jasper Soul Pride Pub

The Jasper Soul Amazon

The Jasper Soul Barnes and Noble


An ancient evil stalks the earth, seeking to finish what it started…
Matt Callaghan is pretty sure he’s just an average guy. His tragic past haunts him, and the only comfort he finds is something he’s not willing to explain to anyone else. The jasper stone he found as a child had been with him for over half his life, and he can’t be parted from it.
There’s more to the stone than Matt knows. Thousands of years ago, one man, the last of his people, was cast into the stone, his soul protected when his body could not be saved.
The evil that hunted him is still alive, still waiting for a chance to destroy the jasper stone.

I'd add the cover image but Blogger isn't letting me >:(


If you'd like a chance at winning an e-copy of The Jasper Soul, comment below with preferred format, ePub, Mobi, PDF. I'll choose winners on Friday evening! Good luck! 

Thursday, April 4, 2019

What've you been reading?

I have had a lot of time to read while recovering, and I've probably been through 30 books or more. I won't name them all this time but will be using those have-reads for future WYBR posts.

So! A few books that I read and enjoyed:

Cash by Leigh Garrett :D I love anything LG writes! (I've read all the books in this series-- Lucky, Cash, Jude, and recommend all of them)

Cash



Cash is a car mechanic with a secret. Head down, sleeves up, he hides from the past as much as his shattered heart, until a reluctant stumble into a Tottenham bar ends in the one night stand of his dreams.

Hunt saboteur Rae can’t believe his luck when he wakes up the next morning. Cash is gorgeous, and the hottest hook up he’s ever had. He doesn’t expect to see him again, until a twist of fate lands him on Cash’s doorstep a few months later.

United by a cause that’s broken Cash before, they are drawn together. They have more in common than they ever imagined, but with Cash haunted by the past, and Rae so tangled in the present, it’s not long before love isn’t enough to keep them alive.


Interested in some kitty play? Did I recommend this already? Well, just to be on the safe side, here is a great book that has some kitty play in it :D

Black



“Meow!”
There it was.
The sound that made my knees buckle.
He purred, neck stretched, eyes half-lidded.
With those cat ears, in his hair.
And the tail, that he flicked.
A ray of sun in the drizzling rain. I’d been a traveler, floating adrift, while he’d stayed in one place. How was I supposed to know he’d become my anchor? My light. My everything. But would I ever become his?

***As a standalone gay kitty play romance, “Black” features detailed adult m/m content, a hurt/comfort relationship as well as "kitty play."



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That's it for now, I hope y'all have a fantastic evening <3

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Painted Sky Ch. 29

Copyright 2019
Bailey Bradford






Chapter Twenty-Nine

Tears of joy, tears of pain, all are lost when comes the rain.

Wyatt had never been so grateful for an empty house before. He’d gotten up to do his chores and while he’d been at ‘em, his mom had loaded up the twins and taken them to the city for some school-clothes shopping. 
That’s what the text from her had said, though he did wonder if she wasn’t giving him some space after he and Kane had snuck off last night. 
Wyatt blushed, heating up all over his body at the thought of last night. And the weird thing was, he didn’t have to get to the sex part of it to go all squishy and warm inside. 
His ass was sore in a way he had reveled in when he’d awakened after only a couple hours’ sleep. Even now, he clenched just to feel that ache spreading up from his hole. If he closed his eyes, he could vividly remember each second of the lovemaking he and Kane had shared. 
Of course, standing around lolly-gagging over a man who was going to leave in a couple of days was stupid, and it sure wouldn’t lead to him getting the work done he still had to tackle. 
He’d just gotten out the door when his phone pinged with a text. He took his phone from his shirt pocket and chuckled, his heart pattering faster when he saw Kane’s name on the screen. 
It’d been difficult for him not to text Kane, but Wyatt had wanted him to get as much sleep as he could. Kane didn’t have to get up and take care of the horses and cattle or the land, and bugging him when he had to be tired wasn’t something Wyatt was willing to do. 
But seeing Kane’s message sure did make Wyatt feel like he had effervescent stuff bubbling in his veins. 

Hey, thinking of you. Wish we could have woken up together. How are you feeling? 

The rest of the chores could wait a few more minutes. The animals had been fed, and the horse stalls mucked out. It wasn’t like he’d be doing this all the time. 

Can I call? 

Instead of answering Wyatt’s text, Kane called him. 

“Guess that’s a yes?” Wyatt teased, delighted for reasons he refused to examine. 
Kane’s raspy laughter brought to Wyatt’s mind images of the man naked in bed, stretching out over some luxurious sheets. He’d look all sleep-rumpled and delicious—
“Yeah, well I asked how you’re feeling so, I dunno. Kind of worried you were, um, sore?”
Since it sounded like a question, Wyatt treated it as such. “In the best way, Kane. Think of you every time I take a step or sit down.” Wyatt’s face went hot but he refused to let embarrassment stop him from speaking the truth. “Been half-hard all morning.” 
“Only half?” Kane grumbled something Wyatt couldn’t make out. “You going to be there, alone, for a few hours?”
Wyatt’s pulse tripled and he went from half-hard to fully erect. “Yep, I reckon so. You wanna come over?”
“I do,” Kane said after a short pause. “But, I…”
Wyatt pressed a hand to his chest. He was fairly certain what Kane was hesitating over saying. “You gotta leave soon. I know.”
“Seeing you again is going to—” Kane cleared his throat. “Maybe it’s just me, or just for me, that I’m afraid to see you again. I think it’s going to hurt already when I have to go home.”
Somehow, knowing Kane felt the same way he did, eased something in Wyatt. “It ain’t just you, but I’ll take the pain if it means getting to hold you one more time.” 
“Oh. Oh, that’s so—” 
Wyatt could have sworn Kane sniffled, but he told himself that he was wrong. 
“I’ll be there in an hour. That okay?”
“Yeah,” Wyatt replied. “You want me to set out lunch?”
“Lunch? I haven’t had breakfast yet. I’ll bring something from the diner, okay? Anything in particular you want?” Kane asked. 
Wyatt shook his head before he caught himself. “Nah, just whatever you want to get.”
“Okay. I’ll be there soon.” Kane disconnected and Wyatt tucked his phone back in his pocket. 
He was glad that he’d get to see Kane again, and he wasn’t going to let the sadness trying to pound into his chest take precedence over happiness. 
Wyatt shifted around his chores in his head. There were a few things he absolutely had to get done today, but the majority of what he’d intended to do could wait. 
He’d spent so much time wondering what he’d do if he’d known he had a finite time with his dad—which, he’d known in a sort of distant way, of course, but he hadn’t expected to lose him so soon. Wyatt had regrets, he had guilt, and he had lessons learned. 
One of them being, not to miss a chance to spend time with someone he cared about. 
He’d carry that lesson with him, always.