Welcome to the Dreamers’ Destiny Blog Tour. I want to begin with special thanks to Divine Magazine for welcoming me today.
I hope you’ll follow the entire tour. There are plenty of chances to win a signed paperback copy from my backlist, $25 at Dreamspinner Press, an audiobook of either Designs of Desire or Caged Sanctuary, and more!
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Now, let’s see what I have for you today….
Tattoos and Cameron Danu
Did you know Cam is a tattoo artist? Well, he is. He hates putting common art on his customers. You know, the kind you find in the books and on the walls of any generic tattoo parlor around the country. Yeah, that’s not how he works if he can help it. He does individual works of art on each individual he inks. He spends the time to talk to the customer, to design and flesh out it out, before permanently placing it on the canvas—their body—provided to him. You see some of the designs he does throughout the story, some on others, some still on the page, and some on himself.
One is the cover art of Dreamers’ Destiny 😉 as interpreted by the wonderous Reese Dante. I love her! The others are scattered throughout the book. And yes, one or two reference other stories I have either written or will write.
By the time Cameron had stopped and gotten himself a hot macadamia nut, double mocha latte and settled at his drafting table in his tattoo room, he was mostly mentally set to work. Cameron set his latest design sketch on his table and sighed happily. He loved how eclectic his clients were and how free they were in letting him play with and tweak design ideas. The current one was of a Canada lynx coiled around a sensuous male form that wore nothing but a low-rise pair of harem-style pants and a wicked, fanged smile. It had seemed like a somewhat strange combination, as Cameron thought that vampires and felines weren’t supposed to get along in the stories—at least in the ones he’d read—but what did he know? It was a great commission, and the art was turning out beautifully. He couldn’t wait to show his client and begin work.
I wonder if any of you can guess what story that snippet goes to? LOL. But really, I love tattoos, even though I only have one. I want more and when I get the courage up and find an artist that can design my tattoos the way I want—damn the EDS—I’m going to get more! What do you think about personally designed tattoos as opposed to the predone art? Do you have any ink?
People don’t just materialize into reality simply because you want them to so desperately that waking up breaks your heart.
Dreamers’ Destiny by Tempeste O’Riley
M/M Erotic Contemporary, Occult/Paranormal, Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Reese Dante
Release Date: May 13, 2016 (ebook/print)
Length: Novel / 200 pages
Add to: Goodreads
Liam Grady is the owner of the Feathered Quill, a quirky little bookstore in Asheville, and—though he doesn’t realize it yet—a dream walker. His last relationship failed almost a year ago, and he’s not had the interest or nerve to pursue anyone he’s met since.
Cameron Danu is a tattoo artist from rural Georgia. Cameron is left without a job after his boss, Jose, is forced to close the shop after a heart attack. When Cameron learns Jose has set up an interview for him at a small tattoo parlor in Asheville, he hopes for a fresh start in a new town.
Fate brings Cameron and Liam together, and they realize they’ve met before—in their dreams. A chance encounter and a winged tattoo might lead them to their destiny—if fear doesn’t turn their dreams into a nightmare.
“Hey, Liam. What do ya got there?” Dianne asked, glancing from him to the tasteful sign designating the area for erotic LGBT romances.
He arched one brow at her but held up one of the books to let her see the cover. “This here’s a book,” he drawled. “Inside it are words, hon. And it’s,” he added with a gasp, eyes wide, “got boys doing naughty things to each other in it.”
She giggled and swatted him on the shoulder before snatching it from his hand. “Brat. I know what it is. I meant who’s it by?” She examined the cover and grinned. “It’s the newest Grey novel! Sweet!”
“Yes, Di, you can get it today, but I already have your copy behind the desk, so hand it over and back away from the smexy boys in love.” He held his hand out, waiting for her to return the book in question.
“Is it signed?” she asked, batting her eyes at him as she finally returned the book in question.
“Duh! I had to order it special, just for you.”
Dianne was all of five feet, maybe. She had blonde hair and bright blue eyes that were made even bigger by the wire-rims she wore, and a smile so big he wasn’t sure how it fit on her little heart-shaped face. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. “Thank you, sweetie. You’re the best.”
A small chuckle slipped out as he watched her, glad he could bring her a little joy. His customers and his best friend seemed to be the only bright spots in his life anymore. Once upon a time, he’d considered his dream lover, Cam, to be one of those, but that was back when it was an occasional dream and he was lonely. Now, torn between wanting to live in his dreams and never wanting to dream again, he didn’t know what to do.
“Oh dear.” Dianne peered at him over the edge of her wire-rimmed glasses. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, Di,” he said, waving off her solicitous question. He knew if he wasn’t careful, she’d be on one of her “save the nephew” kicks. “Now, are you going to stand there all day or help me here?”
“Hmm…. But watching you work is hot,” she countered, leering down at him.
For the first time in months, he laughed loud and long, unable to get the image out of his head. “God, I love you, girl,” he declared, set the books in his hand down, and stood, scooping her up as he did, and spinning her around.
“So good to hear you laugh again. Now, are you going to tell Auntie Di all about what’s bothering you?”
He set her back down and sighed. “Nothing really. I’m just not sleeping well.”
Her eyes narrowed as she scowled at him. “Still with the dreams? We need to find you a real boy. One that’s cute and sweet and hot as hell between the sheets,” she explained, waggling her thin, perfect eyebrows at him as she smirked.
“No more blind dates, Dianne,” he grumbled. He bent to finish putting the books away. He thought back to her last three attempts at finding him “Mr. Right” and cringed. They had been the worst dates of his life. Controlling, whiny, and arrogant were not his thing in friends, much less in a partner. “Please.”
“Fine,” she snapped. “I just want you happy, Liam. That’s all.”
“I know, and I appreciate it, but—” He stopped speaking when he heard the bells jingle again. “Hold that thought,” he whispered before heading to the front of his store to welcome his customers.
Other Works by Author:
Micah’s Medicine+ – Caged Sanctuary – Whiskers of a Chance
*shorts in series +shorts in anthologies
About the Author
Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud pansexual genderfluid whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what they couldn’t—defy the hate and come out. He has been their hero ever since.
Tempe is a hopeless romantic who loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. They has done many things in their life, yet writing has always drawn them back—no matter what else life has thrown their way. They counts her friends, family, and Muse as their greatest blessings in life. They lives in Wisconsin with their children, reading, writing, and enjoying life—especially now that they have joined the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence® (as Novice Sister Eroti-Quill… can’t imagine where that name came from).
Tempe is also a proud PAN member of Romance Writers of America®, WisRWA, and Rainbow Romance Writers. Tempe’s preferred pronouns are they/them/their/theirs/themselves. To learn more about Tempeste and their writing, visit http://tempesteoriley.com.