Hola! That’s Irish for “howdy-do” in Ukrainian. Kage Alan here. I’m the resident translator and one of many smart asses in the Butt-thology group of authors. Yes, you read that right. Say it with me…Butt-thology. T.C. Blue came up with the phrase because she needed something to wrap her tongue around. Isn’t that just a visual you’ll thank me for when you go to sleep tonight?
This is our fourth anthology in the series. As a rule, anthologies can be a little hit and miss with readers. I’ve read them, usually for one author who has a story in it, and maybe walked away from it checking out one other author’s work. The book goes on the shelf and that’s pretty much it. But with a series of books in anthology form? Now you have something to look forward to again and it’s a chance to visit the same folks another time. Plus, in all honesty, it’s fun for us because we’ve become another little family together.
The best part of being a Butt-thology author for me is interacting with the other authors, falling in love with their personalities, and then being inspired by them when I write each story. I’m soooooo not above putting friends and fellow authors in my work. My husband was one of the main characters in the Spacehunters short story, which appeared in Butt Pirates In Space. And no, he never read it. My friend Ky made an appearance in Twink Ninja Tiger, Flaxen Buns Of Fury in the Butt Ninjas From Hell anthology. I believe he read it. He’s still talking to me at least.
I even put my delightful wingwoman in literary crime, J.P. Barnaby, in my Butt Babes In Boyland tale, It’s A Wonderful Lube. Well, I mention her at least. Several times. She’s still talking to me, too. For Chinchilla Chimichangs in the brand spankin’ new Butt Riders On The Range antho, I decided to incorporate Kiernan Kelly and T.C. Blue as characters in a story within the story. Their voices kept whispering in my ear while I was writing, so rather than send them to their respective rooms, I decided to add them.
I’m not the only one who does this, though. The others like to get even. So, if you’ve read us before, sit back and get ready to say hello to all of us again. If you haven’t had the chance, then saddle up and say “yo!” to Kiernan Kelly, T.C. Blue, Shae Connor, J.P. Barnaby, Eden Winters, Jevocas Green…and that Ally Blue person.
For now, I’ll leave you with a little bit from the story that features one of many cameos with T.C. and Kiernan.
Ciao! (That’s Portuguese for “sayonara” in Sindhi.)
Dustin went and talked to the on-duty clerk inside the depot and told him where he was taking one of the passengers as well as why. Fortunately, having a population of four hundred twenty-two people meant everybody knew each other, so no eyebrows got raised. The clerk simply took Dustin at his word.
Chris, meanwhile, had the bus driver unlock the storage area so he could grab his luggage case. He stored it in the back seat of Dustin’s pickup truck, but kept his backpack in the front with him. They were driving slowly down the road a few minutes later. He was glad to see the vehicle was four wheel drive, especially with all the dirt roads and mud from the rain.
“Do you live far from here?” Chris asked. “I’m not sure what time the bus is going to leave in the morning.”
“A couple of miles down the road, but I wouldn’t worry about being late tomorrow. Those road crews take their time, so y’all will be lucky if it’s not until the day after. But no worries. The clerk knows my family and will leave a note to give the house or my cell phone a call once they hear something. I can have you back there in five minutes if we gotta hustle.”
“Thank you, Dustin.”
“What did you call me?” The man looked amused.
“I was just guessing your name.”
“And you think my name is Dustin?”
“Well, it’s either that or Archie Ray, Dalton, Tommy Lee, Tucker, Willie Dean, Roy, Buck, or something with Jack in it.”
“Jesus Christ.” The guy laughed. “You watched too much Hee Haw as a kid. And you’re wrong. My name’s Cameron.”
“Nice going, dumb ass,” Miss Tis chastised him.
“Be nice,” Miss Kiernan warned.
“That’s a better name,” Chris told him, “and it suits you more than Dustin.”
“Dustin’s my middle name.”
Butt Riders on the Range: The Blurb
Do you imagine blazing gun battles, bandits, and saloons with watered-down drinks when you think of cowboys and the West? We don’t. Our minds go right to horse shifters, bull shifters, were-leopards, urban wannabes, an interrupted journey along Route 66, a man of mystery named Dr. Feel-Good, and high noon at the edge of the galaxy! The fourth time’s the charm as the Butt-Thology authors saddle up, ride their men hard, and put ‘em away wet. This spring, the bulls aren’t the only ones being grabbed by the horns!
Link at Wilde City Press: http://www.wildecity.com/books/gay-erotica/butt-riders-on-the-range/#.VTLCJ_nF-ao
Bio: Kage Alan lives in a suburb of Detroit, MI with his husband and their fish & shrimp, who are all affectionately named and answer to “fish” or “shrimp”…except his husband. He lives in fear of his husband’s Hong Kong Grandmonster and is the author of GLBT comedies A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to My Sexual Orientation, Andy Stevenson Vs. the Lord of the Loins, Gaylias: Operation Thunderspell and the short stories Spacehunters: Master Elite and the Maternal Order of Loganites Beyond Uranus, Twink Ninja Tiger, Flaxen Buns Of Fury, It’s A Wonderful Lube, and Chinchilla Chimichangas.