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Holding the Reins available

April 29th, 2011 vincentdiamond Comments off

JMS Books releases “Holding the Reins” in print this week with seven stories, all horse-themed, all schmoopy love stories, all erotic. If you like men in love who love horses, then these stories are for you!

It debuted at the Rainbow Book Fair in New York, and it’s available here now:

http://www.jms-books.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=8&products_id=226&zenid=bjev9egorfgb1sqrthah5n7a16

JMS also has some of my other stories here. The page looks pretty darn impressive, if I do say so myself. JM has done a terrific job with giving me a themed look to the covers, and I appreciate that they have a similar feel. Check it out:
http://www.jms-books.com/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=16

I’m planning to bring some copies to Gay Days in Orlando the first week of June. If you’ll be there, please do stop by and say hello. I’ll be manning the Torquere Press table, and Kiernan Kelly will have some of my books to sell on her authors’ table for folks participating in the literary festival.

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Torquere Press 7th Anniversary Contest!

August 31st, 2010 vincentdiamond Comments off

Torquere Press Celebrates 7th Anniversary!

Seven years?! No, we can hardly believe it either. Seven years of bringing readers the best, the sexiest, the most romantic GLBT fiction. And to celebrate, we’re giving away prizes — great themed gift baskets, gift certificates for free books every day, and a scavenger hunt that will give readers a chance to collect a deck of cards that will win big – -a Nook from Barnes & Noble!

Readers will get the chance to “collect cards” by visiting each participating author’s website, blog, or Facebook page. By collecting all the cards and filling in the form, players have the chance to  win free books daily, a gift basket once each week, (including BDSM, werewolf and ménage themed baskets), and be entered in the grand prize drawing for the Nook.

 We’ll also be having random sales via our blog, GLBT Romance, Facebook, and Twitter: 

 http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/profile.php?id=1182167880&ref=ts

http://twitter.com/Torquere

http://glbtromance.blogspot.com/

With bestselling GLBT romance authors like Chris Owen, Tory Temple, Kiernan Kelly, P.D.Singer, Sean Michael, and B.A. Tortuga, you’ll have a blast playing along. Just log onto Torquere Press website http://www.torquerepress.com/contest/index.html

Check out the contest page, and start hunting!

So, ya feel lucky, dude? Let’s play! And yes, there’s a card here on this site so start hunting.

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Excerpt: Holding the Reins

August 26th, 2010 vincentdiamond Comments off

At the eastside of the ring, the stallion sprang into a choppy canter. His rider rode two-point for a few strides then sat down. Gabriel jerked his head from side to side and snorted, his strides slowed then sped up, slowed then sped up; he wanted to run.

As they passed Marcus again, he heard the man’s voice. “Easy, easy, easy…. Quiet now, Gabby, easy, easy.” All in a soothing, even tone. Marcus saw that his reins were just in contact with the horse, he wasn’t jerking on the bit to slow the animal down, he was using his legs and his seat to settle the horse.

Geez, he must have great thighs.

Gabriel finally settled into an easy canter. One-two-three, one-two-three, the gentle rhythm that charmed Marcus’s dreams. They floated by and the man looked as relaxed as if he were watching a Sunday game on his recliner. Another horse and rider walked by outside the ring and the rider called out, “Looking good!”

Gabriel’s rider flashed a quick smile.

They had just moved past Marcus again when Gabriel stumbled. He jerked down to one knee, kicking up sand. Marcus heard his unsettled snort as he went down. His rider stayed in the saddle, thrust forward onto his neck but still seated. He let Gabriel take two steps then sprang out of the saddle.

Marcus walked over to them, concerned.

The rider looped the reins over the horse’s head; he had to stand on tiptoe to do it. Gabriel blew out his nostrils, seeming impatient. The rider made Gabriel walk in a circle around him, watching his left front leg.

Marcus called over. “What do you think?”

“I need to check his shoes. Do you know horses?”

“Sure.” Marcus squeezed through the arena’s railing and moved over to the pair. Up close, the man was solid and imposing. Five-foot-nine, with a sturdy build. Marcus envied the rider’s body; his own long legs and top heavy build made riding hard work. A coconut-based whiff of sunscreen wafted off the other man. The rider’s blue eyes shone against his tanned skin. He had a slender nose, regal-looking, and his chin was sharp. Every plane of his face was crisp and angular.

Marcus took the stallion’s reins and held the animal steady. The other man lifted each hoof and tested the horse’s shoes.

“Well, they all seem to be tight. Maybe it was just a stumble.”

“Want me to trot him out for you?”

“That’d be great.”

Marcus moved the horse off, then turned to trot him in front of the other man. The arena’s sand was thick and unwieldy. He reversed, did the same movement back.

“I think he’s fine,” the rider called.

“The sand is pretty clunky. Need a leg up?” Marcus offered.

The other man grinned. “It’s either that or walk back to the barn to find a mounting stool. Thanks.”

Marcus handed back the reins and noticed the other man’s strangely mottled hands. Creamy white skin mixed in with normal brown, blotched like a pinto. Odd. When he saw the rider had the reins settled, he moved behind the other man, cupped the rider’s lower left calf, and the man was up and in the saddle in two seconds.

“Thanks.” They shook hands.

“Marcus Denton, Leprechaun Farms.”

“Philip Massein, errant rider, no farms.” They grinned.

“I actually came to see Gabriel. We’re looking for studs.”

“You’ll have to talk with Mrs. Reese; I’m just the hired help.” Gabriel tossed his head. “Time to get back to it.”

“Good luck with your class.”

“Thanks!” And they cantered away, kicking up dust, Gabriel tail swishing. Marcus’s throat went tight.

Available in Horse Tales from Amazon Kindle and Smashwords.

Free stories and Pride news

August 23rd, 2010 vincentdiamond Comments off

Lions and Tigers and Snares cover

Big cats, sexy men, and guns.

“Lions and Tigers and Snares” is available as a free read at Smashwords and 1Romance E-books. When undercover game officer Byron Reese tracks down a suspect in endangered species violations, he comes up against someone he didn’t expect: a sexy, soft-hearted, big cat handler who has secrets of his own. When a shipment of dangerous cats comes in, the two men face off against an enemy with fists flying and guns blazing. M/M, action adventure.

The links are: Smashwords version OR 1Romance Ebooks version.

Horse Tales along with Bruised/Back in the Saddle are also live on Amazon Kindle, Smashwords, and 1Romance. I’m considering doing a print version of Horse Tales for the upcoming Pride events in Roanoke and Durham. I’ve also got tons of goodies for the goodie bags, and I’ll be hanging out with J.M. Snyder, Beth Wylde, and of course, the fantabulous Amanda Young.

Roanoke Pride in the Park is Sunday, September 19th and the North Carolina Pride in Durham will be Saturday, September 25. Join us!

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“Horse Tales” just released!

October 7th, 2009 vincentdiamond Comments off

I’ll be releasing a new short story, “Holding the Reins” and including six other horsey tales in this mini-collection. Working with Smashwords is new for me, and I’m looking forward to a more direct line to readers.

The official blurb: Horse Tales collects the best of Vincent Diamond’s horse-themed stories, including the brand-new “Holding the Reins.” These characters are gay men with real-life problems, desires, and loves–for each other and for the horses that dapple their days. Seven stories that pulse with heat and color and passion, Horse Tales are truly diamond chips from an author known for stellar writing.

(38,000 words, priced at $3.95. Includes: Holding the Reins, Bruised, Back in the Saddle, Horsing Around, Tropical Daze, Horse Sense and Irish Cream.)

And it’s here! https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/4466

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Animal Attraction 2 releases!

April 11th, 2009 vincentdiamond Comments off

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From Torquere Press, the long-awaited anthology from some of the best authors Torquere has to offer: Jane Davitt, Kiernan Kelly, Sean Michael, Aaron Michaels, CB Potts, and Julia Talbot.

Like Animal Attraction 1, a portion of my editor’s proceeds are being donated to animal causes. This time, it’s Gentle Giants Draft Horse Rescue and Florida Draft Horse Rescue

Because of their size (and therefore value to the meat dealers  and the PMU trade), draft horses often end up in feedlots around the country. If you can find it in your heart to help them out–even a couple dollars will help–I’d be thrilled for you to do so.

Feathers

April 3rd, 2009 vincentdiamond Comments off

“Feathers” a long short story I wrote a few years back has recently re-released through Lethe Press and is available exclusively from the fun folks at All Romance E-books. The story combines themes near and dear to my heart: animal rescue, horses, grieving, and manlove, all wrapped up in one heartfelt and juicy package. In honor of the hawk at the story’s center, I’m donating part of my proceeds from this story to the Audubon Birds of Prey Center in Maitland, Florida.

They do rescue and rehab of raptors: hawks, owls, falcons, eagles, and other hunting species. It’s an awesome place to visit and if you can spare some money, the birds and staff will be most appreciative!

Rough Cut debuts as an e-book!

April 3rd, 2009 vincentdiamond Comments off

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All Romance E-books is now offering the short story collection as a download.

And it already has reviews, smoochy kisses and hearts! For readers who prefer e-books, this is a nice alternative for small presses to offer their works. It’s more financially feasible for a press like Lethe to offer titles through an e-book distributor like All Romance E-books plus it saves on trees and shipping and carbon emissions and all. They’re portable and don’t take up space like hard copies do. Give one a try!

My publisher has given me the okay to sell signed/inscribed copies of Rough Cut privately, so if you’re interested, please shoot me an email: vincent@vincentdiamond.com. If you’re in the U.S., I can manage one for $22. If you’re outside the U.S., let’s talk and work out a shipping and exchange rate, okay?

Rough Cut reviews

April 3rd, 2009 vincentdiamond Comments off

rough-cut.bmpA few excerpts from reviews that Rough Cut has received:

From Amos Lassen, Amazon, GayWriters, and other sites:

The Florida We Do Not Know
Let me say in the first sentence of this review of “Rough Cut” that I do not know Vincent Diamond but I am in love with him because of the way he writes. This collection of short erotic stories literally took my breath away and that is hard to do as I am an avid reader and I consider myself a rather harsh critic (which I suppose comes from years of teaching college writing courses). I am not particularly fond of short stories–they, to me, are like anonymous sexual escapades; they satisfy short term but leave me empty an hour later. The characters, in both cases, never fully materialize and they are gone in too short a time. Whenever I read short stories I am predetermined to be dissatisfied but that did not happen here. This is probably because all of the stories in “Rough Cut” are connected and deal with the same characters who are now like friends of mine and I kind of feel like I would like to have them over for Thanksgiving or any other time.

I am new to reading Vincent Diamond so I had no idea of what to expect except for what I had read online. He writes about men that are men–three dimensional characters that are physically strong yet flawed and they have a vulnerability about them that makes them delicious. These are men who are above all else are men and who, in their own way, have loveable qualities. There is Byron in “Lions, Tigers and Snares” and “Cold Hands, Warm Hearts”. He is a government agent who works undercover and his relationship with Kendall is electric. Then there are Sandy and Tanner in “Fire” and “A Cold Night’s Sleep”. The two share emotional and physical damage and they also share an affection for each other that is both violent and loving. As they love wounds are healed and worries are put aside.

Diamond’s range is extraordinary and he writes about whatever he wants and from this I am able to ascertain that he has lived a life which has had few borders. He has experienced what many of us have not but even more than that, he can write about things with no apparent effort. I do not often give a great deal of praise to an author I have only read once but here is where I defer to what I see in Vincent Diamond’s prose. He is eloquent, he is erudite and he is damned erotic but without sacrificing any of the elements of style in writing. There is a lot of sex but when written well it is a pleasure to read. There is erotica that is little more than smut disguised as literature and there is Vincent Diamond who gives us literature with sex. Even more interesting is that the stories stay with you even after you close the book, something that does not usually happen when there is a lot of sex. I am not sure that Diamond will agree with my assessment but I won’t let that bother me as I attempt to find other pieces that he has written. If you know Vincent Diamond, tell him that if he ever gets to Little Rock that I am buying him dinner but he will have to tell me a good night story.


Reviewed By: Jean Roberta, Erotica Revealed, October 2008.
The central characters in Vincent Diamond’s stories are all men who are often attracted to each other despite cultural differences and emotional baggage. These are men with intense jobs as undercover cops, animal handlers, jockeys or firefighters. Some are honest employees of unethical bosses. Sexual attraction is an unexpected spark that complicates their lives, but it also gives them joy and hope.

In a clear, unadorned style, Diamond describes a world in which men are often pitted against other men, but the desire that can lead to understanding and even love is a saving grace. Several of these stories show lonely, wounded men responding almost against their wills to other men who are equally complicated.

In “A Cold Night’s Sleep,” Sandy is an ex-cop who lives alone as a Florida park ranger and draws pictures of wild birds. A stranger arrives at his door during a storm that has knocked out the electricity. Sandy offers him shelter for the night and a hot shower. The stranger accepts:

“Thanks, man, I am fuckin’ freezing.” Tanner tugged off his wet clothing with the casual aplomb of a man used to locker rooms and barracks.

The sight of Tanner grasped Sandy by the throat, as if it were a beast. He stepped back into the shadows for a moment, his gaze moving over Tanner’s body, fine as a sculpture in a museum.

The two men have every reason to distrust each other, but they both need sexual relief and they are both attracted to each other. They enjoy what they each believe to be a one-night stand, but in the morning, they find that they can’t go their separate ways and simply forget each other.

The author, like the characters themselves, seems reluctant to walk away after one hot scene. Several of these stories are in groups that follow the same characters through several phases of their relationships, creating the effect of novellas. “A Cold Night’s Sleep” is followed by “Fire,” in which Sandy and Tanner join a group of Fire Academy trainees to cope with a practice fire which gets out of control in the wilderness park where Sandy lives. The fire is a clear metaphor for the excitement of a new relationship…

…These stories include most of the conventions of the romance genre: the occasional presence of rivals and other saboteurs, injury and illness as catalysts that draw lovers together as one nurtures the other back to health, Romeo-and-Juliet lovers from different sides of the tracks or the law who are both in danger, attraction between innocent newbies and older men with secret sorrows. The conventions are handled so smoothly that they don’t conflict with the apparent realism of the plots.

The dialogue in these stories seems just right. It comes from men of action whose expressions of desire usually make up in sincerity what they lack in poetry. Here Steven the undercover cop must tell Conrad the raver what he wants in order to get it:
Conrad turned me in the chair so he could straddle my legs. He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my nose.”Say it.”

“Your mouth on me. On my cock.”

“Mmm,” the moan eased into a throaty growl from him. He held my face with both hands, the way he’d just held Jason. His eyes were dark, his pupils huge. He thumbed my eyebrows and nose, gentle. “What else?”

My cock burned, ached. A wet splotch of my pre-seed oozed out of me. I grabbed him hard, my fingers digging into his ribs, pulling him down onto my lap, grinding against him. He was heavy—over two hundred pounds. There was something unsettling about the size of him, how he could hold me down, how he could control me through sheer weight and force.
Unsettling and arousing.

“What else?” he repeated.

“I want you to fuck me.” I said it too fast, afraid that I’d swallow the words if I didn’t ratchet them out before my brain reeled them back in.

The stories about cops, criminals, bystanders in the middle, and convicted prisoners show a side of life that is rarely covered this well outside of crime and mystery writing. One of the most moving stories in this collection is named “Shepherd” for the central character, a man who was convicted of killing the gang member who murdered his father and who is confronted in the joint with the question: “Wolf or sheep?” He decides that becoming a sexual predator is as unacceptable as becoming a victim, so he decides to be a “shepherd,” a protector of the “sheep.”

Another set of stories in this book deals with racehorses, the farm where they are bred and trained, and the men who train, ride and tend them as veterinary students. Here the author is still on firm footing, so to speak, in creating a particular atmosphere. An actual mating scene between a stallion and a mare reminds the human handlers (as well as the reader) of the sexual potential in every encounter between humans, as well as other members of the same species.

The last story in the book, “Irish Cream,” is a poignant tribute to a time before the Stonewall Riots, when sex between men had to be as furtive as other illegal activities. The narrator introduces himself: “I’m an old man now, one of the hard-core race crowd that hangs around at Tampa Bay Downs most mornings.” The narrator, whose surviving cronies all seem to be small-time crooks and ex-convicts, remembers meeting a handsome jockey named Liam, whose “voice was warm, with a lilt of Irish brogue in it.”

The chemistry between Liam and the narrator as a young man in the 1950s is so strong that a knowing look between them speaks louder than words. They check into a motel room under false names where they “did things that night I’d only seen on the pages of smut books.” They repeat the fun as often as they can, but make no promises.

The narrator has never forgotten Liam, although he has not seen him in years. The strength of his feelings after half a century shows that perhaps there is no such thing as casual sex between two men who understand each other.

Vincent Diamond has a knack for telling the stories of men who would probably laugh at the notion of writing about their sexual relationships. Whether or not you are into “rough trade,” this world is well worth a visit.
Two thumbs up!


From Edge Boston by Ken Tasho, July 28, 2008.

Despite its ironic title, Vincent Diamond’s Rough Cut, a collection of erotic gay short stories, has more in common with a romance novel than with your typical collection of gay erotica. This is the selling point of what could have been an otherwise stale and tepid anthology.

Diamond’s characters in these 16 stories are flawed, masculine, and sometimes allegedly straight. They are men that long for sex, but also long for love — mostly of the unrequited kind. Most stories take place in the heat of Florida, giving the reader a feeling of scorching lust. Diamond’s description of the sex act puts one right in the action. Even so, the author could have upped the ante ever so slightly.

The two best characters in Rough Cut are Conrad and Steven, who appear in four of the tales. Steven has always slept with women and Conrad is his first homosexual attraction. How Diamond deals with their relationship is a fine example of his talent for storytelling. Most of the tales in this collection segue into others and feature the same men, another good thing about Rough Cut.

In this day and age of instant gay sex and ubiquitous DVD’s depicting same,”Rough Cut” is a welcome return of gay erotica in print.


From Coffee Time Romance, by Cherokee.

Rough Cut is loaded with in-depth stories and rich dialogue. Each tale surrounds the characters, bringing them into real situations, not only outside the home, but behind closed doors as well. Bryon, Kendall, Conrad, Sandy, Steven, and Tanner take the reader on an incredible journey as their love lives ignite. Every time I tried to put the book down, to take a break, the stories screamed for me to turn the pages. From handcuffs, to being locked away in a freezer, to riding on horses, each one generates a fusion of heat. These men bring on limitless excitement, thrills and infatuation. Vincent Diamond creates stories that show the depth of his concern and passion. While he touches upon things that may be considered forbidden to some, he does it with style and grace.
Cherokee


From Reviews by Jesse Wave, June, 2008.
Rating: ***** (out of 5)
This eclectic collection of stories is aimed at the connoisseur of the m/m reading public. Being my first experience with Vincent Diamond’s books I didn’t know what to expect and the stories included in this collection gave me a great appreciation of his work and his writing. Most of the background is set in Florida where Mr. Diamond lives and you can feel the sultry, hot, humid heat and air almost like a slow drumbeat in the background.

Every protagonist in his stories would be considered by most to be a man’s man – physically strong, sometimes flawed, at times vulnerable and always three dimensional. Almost all of the stories are told in two and three segments making for a much richer experience with the characters that is not typically afforded the reader of short stories. The author makes no apologies for his characters and at times the writing is almost ‘in your face’ because the stories are of people in situations that are harsh and uncompromising. What I’ll try to do in this review of ROUGH CUT: VINCENT DIAMOND COLLECTED is give the reader a sense of the stories without being a spoiler…

The other stories – SHEPHERD, BRUISED, BACK IN THE SADDLE, HORSING AROUND and IRISH CREAM are all excellent but space will not permit me to expand on them. What impressed me the most is the incredible writing style of Vincent Diamond and the wide range of subjects explored in the book which demonstrates his experience, skill and eloquent voice. Mr. Diamond does not avoid any topic in this book and goes boldly where most authors do not tread. He tackles previously taboo topics and many of the stories are about making choices. From a paroled prisoner in a liaison with a former police officer to an investigator at a big cat reserve getting ‘jiggy’ with his potential mark, to another officer deep undercover in more ways than one with his target and loving it, this book explores the seamy and sensual sides of the Sunshine State.

Fans of Mr. Diamond’s work and first time readers will love this book and I have no hesitation giving it 5 stars.

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Irish Cream

May 11th, 2008 vincentdiamond Comments off

“Irish Cream” appears in Horse Tales and Rough Cut: Vincent Diamond Collected.

Most mornings I’m here with Jerry Sputmeir and Steve the Sleeve. Steve did some time back in the day, and well, we just like using the names from the old days. Makes it kinda homey. None of us were made guys but we worked the game. Jerry was into the numbers up in Brooklyn, and Steve did some loan sharking in addition to his regular burglary gigs. Me? I’m not spillin’. Suffice to say that the horses and me, we go way back.

Anyway, this one morning, I’m on the rail. It’s mid-January, cold for Florida, about forty, and misty. The horses come onto the track at the west end, skittering around like hockey pucks, cantering sideways, all antsy. These days, exercise riders wear vests and helmets. Some wear gloves to grip the reins. A spooked thoroughbred can take off and hit forty miles an hour, so if one starts to run away with you, you’d better have gloves to help you haul his ass in.

Exercise riders still ride butt up though, just like the old days. Nice.

This gray jogs by, tossing his head, kicking up dirt, being feisty, ya know? And when I see the kid on him, it arrows right through me.

Liam.

The strawberry blonde of his hair. The cool green eyes. The muscular chest.

It wasn’t just that this kid looked like Liam, it was the way he sat the horse. Some exercise riders use brute strength that’s where they get those fabulous arms but some use finesse and sweet talk with their charges. That’s what this kid was doing. I saw him leaning over the gray’s withers, stroking the horse’s neck, even its chest. That took some doing with the way this horse antsed around.

What it took was great legs.

I closed my eyes and remembered Liam’s legs. Their strength tight around me, so tight I couldn’t move or breathe or think. And didn’t want to.

Liam’s legs

Back in the fifties, things was different, and not just at the track. Men wore hats and suits everyday, and the only guys wearing jeans were the boys mucking out stalls. You tipped your hat to women, you were polite, you took care of business without a lot of drama.

That also meant if you walked the other way around the track, you didn’t advertise it. Sure, there were queer guys back in the fifties; we just didn’t make a big deal about it. I never saw guys living together like they do nowadays, least not in the tri-state area. Not in my crowd. My guys learned not to make jokes about women with me, and by the time I was in my thirties and running my own crew, it wasn’t a matter of discussion. Not in my earshot.

I wasn’t even at the track when I met Liam. It was at Leprechaun Farms down to Ocala. I was visiting the trainer””on certain uh, collections business, let’s just say””and he was giving me the tour of the barns. Horses never really did much for me, beyond what they could earn for me at the betting windows, but even I knew these were special animals. They gleamed. They had the look of conditioned athletes: the bulging muscle, the thick veins just beneath their smooth pelts. Healthy as, well, horses. It was May and the barn had fans running in all four corners. It was still warm, though, and I sweated beneath my pinstriped suit. I fanned myself with my hat.

Jimmy, the trainer guy, was talking my ear off about bloodlines and race cards and numbers. After ten minutes of this, I kinda tuned him out. Some splashing and whinnying came from the north side of the barn so I edged over, just to see what I can see, ya know? And hoping to catch a breeze.

What I caught was an eyeful.

There was a stallion on the padded area with the hose set-up. Tied on both sides of his head but he tried to rear up, front legs pawing at the air. He bellowed and I’ve never heard a sound like that “deeper than a regular whinny” more of a groaning. The way people might groan in bed.