Brien Michaels with Erotic Horror "Last Friday Night". Want a Copy?

Hi everyone--

I am so happy to welcome my friend, Brien Michaels, to the blog with something to chill your whiskers, baby. Brien's new release, Last Friday Night, is the best of horror and the best of gay romance. And i'm going to let Brien tell you all about it because i have to scoot over to his blog where i am a guest today. So here's Brien. Have fun and keep an eye open for the unexpected. (Oh, ands you can WIN Last Friday Night if you know--or Google-- Katy Perry. So be sure and look below for Brien's contest rules.)  : )
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So let’s start this right. First off, by thanking the fantabulous Tara Lain for inviting me onto her blog and congratulating her on her new release today! *Claps for Tara* And for those who are interested, Tara is also over on my blog right this very minute! *Whispers* And a little birdy told me she’s dishing deets on a giveaway she’s doing. Head on over to http://www.brienmichaels.blogspot.com and check it out!

So now that that’s out of the way: allow me to welcome you to the very first stop on the Last Friday Night blog tour! Thanks for coming along to play with me.

This is a really exciting book for me for a lot of reasons. One of them that shot right to the top of the list is that cover, courtesy of the AMAZING Mina Carter. It captures the feel of the story so perfectly I literally couldn’t speak when I saw it for the first time. Still get chills just looking at it. Another reason it’s so exciting is because Tyler, who’s one of my heroes, is by far my favorite character I’ve written to date. He’s so hard and tough, but then once you push past that and get to the squishy underbelly…well…he’s still hard and tough, but you can’t help but love him for it. Or at least I can’t.

But I think the most important reason why I love this book so much is the subject matter. It’s all about fear. And we’re not talking your regular run of the mill “OMG, they’re coming for me!” fear, either. This is the kind of terror and insecurity that really forms you as a person. My heroes spend most of the book trapped in this desolate house, and they have to face their worst fears in order to escape. And there’s a lot more than their own lives on the line if they fail. It’s all totally psychological terror.

Last Friday Night is the first time I’ve ever actually set out to write a horror story. Normally, the ideas start out innocently enough, and then they start to…er…drift as I get further into the manuscript. But with this one I knew from the outset exactly what was going to happen. I knew Tyler and Jessie’s fears and their motivations and exactly how they would react to any given situation. But as most authors know, the way you want things to go isn’t always the way they turn out. There were a few twists and turns in there I didn’t expect, but overall they made the story deeper, and more sensual. Yup. You read that right. Erotic horror, baby!

Excerpt, anyone?

Friday, 8:32 p.m. 
 

      What the fuck? Tyler opened his eyes and sat up. The room around him was dark except for a tiny sliver of light peeking in through the drawn curtains. He was in a bed far more comfortable than his own. When he shifted, a silken blanket whispered across his swollen cock. Pleasure made his eyes flutter closed.

      He heard a sigh and froze, listening intently. Another tiny sigh, and the groaning of springs told him that he wasn't alone in this bed. He leaned over to shake whoever it was but stopped as his final moments before waking up replayed themselves in his mind. What if it was whoever had brought him here, only pretending to be asleep? What if it was an ugly chick he'd fucked and just didn't remember?

      “What if you just grow a pair and find out?” he asked himself in the darkness.

      He slipped out of the bed, his brain barely registering the air against his cock. He was more focused on his throbbing hard-on.

      And whoever was in the bed.

      Why am I so hard? That didn't make sense. He wasn't horny in the slightest, so why did his cock feel like he could burst at any moment?

      He felt his way backward until he found a wall. A few feet to the left and his fingers brushed the curtain. He wrenched it open.

      The light from outside the window illuminated the bed almost exclusively. In it was a distinctive mess of curls in a color he'd seen on only one other head before.

      Before Tyler could say or do anything, he heard a loud, echoing click. The lights in the room exploded to life. He shielded his eyes. The bed they'd been in was clearly the newest thing in the space, its plush white surface unmistakable. The rest of the room, however, looked like something straight out of a scary movie. Most of the paint had been stripped away from the walls, the wood of the floors was aged and dingy, and a strange smell emanated from the ceiling.

      Something like the crack of a whip snapped through the room, and Jess shot up as though he'd been shocked. His eyes searched the room frantically, the expression on his face wild. “Why are you naked?”

      Tyler looked down at himself and, sure enough, the only thing separating Jess's eyes from his birthday suit was air. His hands flew to his crotch, but in his current condition, the attempt to shield his dick from view failed miserably. Heat flooded his face. “Where the fuck are we? And why were you in bed with me?”

      “What are you talking about?” He looked down at the rumpled sheets next to him, and his eyes grew wide. “I-I-I…” A blush claimed his cheeks.

      “Perhaps I can answer your questions.” The female voice came from all around them.

      Tyler scanned the room. They were alone. He stared at the ceiling, searching for an intercom, a pair of speakers, anything that would project that voice. But he found nothing.

      “There's no point looking around. You won't find me.”

      “Who are you?” Jess asked.

      She chuckled. “It doesn't matter who I am,” the voice said, her tone condescending. “The only thing that matters right now is that the two of you are my prisoners.”

      “What do you want?” Tyler asked, trying not to focus on how much his cock ached. The throb had been manageable at first but, something about the woman's voice seemed to switch it into overdrive.

      “That's simple.”

      And the blankets flew off of Jess and slid under the bed. Tyler was on his knees in a second, but nothing was there except the faux wooden floor. Confused, he climbed back to his feet.

      Jess was naked as well, the rigid look of his dick undeniable. His gaze was lower than it should have been.

      “What the fuck are you looking at?”

      Jess's fearful eyes shot up. His bottom lip quivered as though he wanted to speak.

      The voice from the walls spared him. “Jessie's got the spirit,” she said, and that voice was full of glee.

      Tyler's skin crawled. “What do you want?”

      A pause, then she said, “I want you to fuck him.”

      Tyler blinked. He must have heard wrong. “I'm sorry, you said you want what?”

      “You heard me.”

      Jess sat on the bed, his expression an odd amalgamation of horror and intrigue.

      “No way,” Tyler said while simultaneously wondering what the hell Jess found so intriguing.

      Another soft chuckle. “Here's the deal,” the voice said.

      A door on the other side of the room creaked open.

      “If you can get to the door downstairs, then you're free to go. But know that there are TV screens set up all over the house. If the two of you don't fuck each other, then you can watch as the people you love die.”

      Tyler's mind flashed to Dylan before he could take another breath. “You're bluffing,” he said, ignoring the pounding of his heart.

      “You think so? Because I don't think your brother would agree.”

      “Tyler!” Dylan cried, though Tyler wasn't sure if it was coming from the room or his own head.

      “Let him go!” Tyler yelled, his pulse racing.

      Dylan's agonized shriek bounced off the walls of the room, echoing.

      Tyler fell to his knees, hands clapped over his ears, but the sound had gotten inside his head and was reverberating around in his skull.

      And then silence. Tyler was close to tears as he staggered back to his feet.

      “I'm not bluffing,” the voice said.

      “Leave him alone or I swear to God I will find you and I will kill you.”

      “I'd like to see that.” That damnable chuckle filled the room again.

      He ran to the door, intent on storming the house to find wherever this bitch was hiding.

      “Why?” Jess asked.

      Tyler stopped. He'd all but forgotten Jess was still in the room.

        “Why, what?” The voice was deadly serious now, even disapproving.

      “Why do you want us to…do that?” Jess was staring at the ceiling. What was he looking at?

      “What the fuck does it matter why?” Tyler exploded. “It ain't happening!”

      Dylan's screams filled his head again.

      “Stop! Please!” Tyler stumbled over to the bed, hands raised in surrender. “I'll do anything you want just…please…don't hurt him.”

 Last Friday Night is on sale now at Amazon, B&N, and All Romance Ebooks! And now it’s time for a little giveaway of my own. Anyone who knows me as an author, knows that pretty much all of my books share their titles with some of my favorite songs. If anyone can name me at least three of the stars in Katy Perry’s video for Last Friday Night (TGIF), you’ll be entered for a chance to win a digital copy of my new release. Sound off in the comments, but be sure to leave your email so I can contact you and your preferred format. Thanks for dropping by! And thanks again to Tara for having me! 

Thank you so much, Brien. And everyone remember to leave a comment with your Katy Perry guesses. And come over to Beautiful Boys Books where my Blog Tour for my new release, Fire Balls, is getting underway with lots of prizes and fun stuff to do! http://www.amazon.com/Fire-Balls-ebook/dp/B00748O78C/  Thank you so much for visiting!