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Just a quick post to say that along with lots of other brilliant bargains, Labyrinth, Blessed Isle and The Crimson Outlaw are available for 99c in Riptide’s end of year sale. Scoop ’em up for cheap while you can ;)*

*if you want them and don’t already have them, of course. I don’t want to make assumptions.

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Given that the Arising books are coming out soon, you might be interested in The Crimson Outlaw. While I was writing Sons of Devils (the first in the Arising series) I found myself wanting to fanfic myself by shipping Radu with Cesar. I’m not entirely sure how that turned into the story of young Vali and his adventures with Mihai the bandit, but the workings of inspiration are a mysterious thing. What can I say? I really liked the Romanian setting and wanted to use it more. It’s distinctly odd that this one came out so long before the book that inspired it, but they belong together, thematically.

The Crimson Outlaw also has the distinction of being a Romanian story entirely without vampires. I don’t know why, but that amuses me.

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Here’s a quick snippet from The Crimson Outlaw in which Vali’s reaction to being captured by bandits is not 100% appropriate:

Potentially triggery sexual threat situation, for those who are not quite as thoughtlessly invulnerable as Vali.

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18th Century Romania

His hand went to his sword just as a man’s long arm snaked out of the darkness behind him, pinned his forearm in place and drew him back against a hard, unyielding chest. The man’s other hand gently touched the long glint of a hunting knife against his throat. And though it pressed in hardly at all, the edge was so sharp a warm trickle made its way down Vali’s neck and pooled in his collar. He froze.

He couldn’t see his attacker, but he could feel the man was much bigger, much stronger than him. Broad chest, big arms, the smell of woodsmoke and sheepskin. If he struggled, he might open his own throat on that razor of a weapon. And what a stupid way to die, at the hands of some common bandit not ten miles away from home.

“That’s it.” The deep voice, more than a handspan above his head, coaxed him as gently as he would have coaxed his horse. “Don’t you struggle or start, and this will go easier for you. I’ve no mind to kill you, unless you make it needful for me.”

“I have no money.” Vali’s chest was heaving, his body still readying itself to fight, his mind trying to clear away the haze of shock and panic, looking out for its opportunity. He allowed himself to be dragged backwards, away from the path, into the utter dark of the moonless wood.

A chuckle, hoarse but good-humoured. “Well, so they often say.” The voice sounded conversational. The body belied it, moving in a rush like the charge of a bear, seizing him by the belt, spinning them both and slamming Vali’s back into the trunk of a tree. “I’m sure you won’t mind if I check for myself.”

The bandit was now directly in front of Vali, flush with Vali from knees to chest, holding him in place with the weight of his great body. The knife remained at Vali’s throat. The man’s coat swung forwards and enfolded Vali on both sides as the bandit’s free hand moved methodically over him, cataloguing what he found.

“Silk waistcoat lined with fur. Stiff embroidery—must be silver or gold thread—and little stones in it. Metal plaques on your belt and, oh, there’s a nice sword. Get your hand off that, there’s my good boy.”

The voice had slipped into a kind of bedroom murmur—pleased, confidential, intimate—and the experience of being groped all over should not perhaps have been so . . . But it was. The knife at his throat and the pressure from balls to lungs of a powerful, demanding warm body thoroughly dominating him stirred something deep in his bowels. Lust added itself to terror in his panting breaths, and he despised himself and the bandit indiscriminately.

But he still didn’t dare buck up against that blade.

“You’re a little lordling of some kind, but where’s your retinue, eh?” Wind moved the branches, and for a moment, a shaft of light reflected gold from the backs of the eyes that looked down on him. All he could see—two round spots of gold in a dark mass that smelled of hot, vivid, animal sweat. “Run off to find your fortune? Daddy won’t increase your allowance? Nobody loves you enough?

“Let’s see. I could strip these clothes off you and take your horse and leave you wandering these haunted woods alone. Something’d eat you, cover your tracks, no one’d ever know where you’d gone.” That exploratory hand returned, less brusque and businesslike than before. It pushed up the long skirts of Vali’s waistcoat and stroked possessively up his inner thigh. “But what a waste.”

“Ah!” said Vali, gritting his teeth. It didn’t sound as much like a protest as he wanted it to. The mockery stung. He barely stopped himself from writhing—away, towards, he wasn’t sure—and slicing his own neck on the still steady knife. That deadly edge filled his thoughts, commanded his movements. Not entirely unpleasantly, for all he wanted to shove the man’s words down his throat and make him choke on them.

The bandit laughed again and drew a length of cord from the inner pocket of his coat. Vali felt the end of it slither over his fingers. “So let’s suit both of our needs and test how much your family values you, shall we? You’ll make a lovely hostage.”

 


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Hurray! I got a lovely overall B review from Dear Author for The Crimson Outlaw:

http://dearauthor.com/book-reviews/overall-b-reviews/b-reviews/review-the-crimson-outlaw-by-alex-beecroft/

Except for having m/m, action, and m/m action, this was a real change of pace from the previous Beecroft novellas I’ve read, all of which were Regencies. Impressively, not only is unusual setting beautifully realized, but the entire tone of the story is completely different.

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I’m glad to say that they too were tickled by the absence of vampires in a story set in Transylvania, and they were kind enough to say that I had got away with the risky proposition of playing with whole ‘helpless captive’ fantasy without actually letting it go to any of the bad places it could have gone. That was certainly my aim. Vali is an entitled, self-confident privileged brat, and if he hadn’t been having lots of fun playing with the idea of being a defenseless hostage, it would have been a whole different story (which would certainly have involved more bloodshed.)

Thank you ever so much to Willaful on DA! :)


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Here I am, baring my soul on the Saucy Wenches’ Book Club Neither saucy nor wench are words I would normally apply to myself, but I greatly admire Nanny Ogg, who I’m sure was the sauciest of wenches when she was younger, so I was honoured to be allowed to tag along for the day.

In which we have the final stop on the Crimson Outlaw blog tour and I talk about things like ‘can anyone write a book’ and ‘what fascinates you about writing LGBTQ romance.’


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Because I’m not very good with either maths or remembering things ;) Today I am on the Book Reviews and More blog, talking about the musical soundtrack of The Crimson Outlaw - what I found when I went looking for the evidence for what a culture sounds like.

http://www.bookreviewsandmorebykathy.com/2013/08/15/3360/

I’m also talking about why this book set in Transylvania has no vampires in it at all ;)


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I almost forgot to add a link to this. It’s the first day of my blog tour! And today I am on the Cup o’Porn blog here

http://cupoporn.net/2013/08/12/mix-it-up-monday-with-alex-beecroft/

talking about The Crimson Outlaw – where I got the idea, why it sounds more like a fairy tale than a historical – but also talking about my writing environment and habits, my favourite quote and the first ever book I wrote.

I’ve been trying to comment over there to thank the people who have commented to it, but the site just doesn’t seem to be acknowledging my comments. I write something, press ‘Reply’ and then it just disappears. So I’m sorry if you commented over there and I seemed to ignore you. I’m grateful really, I just can’t get through!


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Despite the fact that you could get a copy yesterday, today is the first day The Crimson Outlaw became available on places like Amazon and Barnes and Noble, so it’s the official release day. Huzzah!

I’ve been trying not to look at what people on Goodreads were saying about it, but so far the reaction seems to be positive, and Diane even left me a message saying she had spotted Vali’s body double over here on Facebook. Spot on!

Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed it already and made the release day such an exciting one. I’m so glad that the slightly unusual setting doesn’t seem to have put anyone off :)


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Eagle eyed viewers may have noticed that there is now a little picture of The Crimson Outlaw in the sidebar of this blog, under the “Coming Soon” heading. That’s because I’m delighted to say I have signed a contract today with Riptide Publishing to publish this.

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Look for it in August 2013.

It certainly won’t be under this cover, as this is just the temporary cover I made for it. (Like picking actors to cast in the parts, one of my rituals when I officially start a project is to make it a temporary cover. It helps me feel that it’s more like a real thing and less like just a bunch of grey on grey pixels.)

It may not even be under this title. I often find that the publishers know better than I do when it comes to titles, and they can usually think of something more exciting. But a new cover and a new title is part of the excitement that comes with getting a publisher for it, so I’m looking forward to telling you all about them too, in due course.

In the mean time… back to the sick bed. Hopefully I’ll be well enough to start content edits on it tomorrow :)


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