We’re excited about this baby because we’ve worked hard to get it going, you know, like a locomotive chugging up a long hill. It’s been a huge challenge for the CoolDudes team, after all, every one of the team is a writer, or a beta reader, or an editor in his/her own right. And wow, what an excellent team it has turned out to be. We are excited because our imprint is a baby and we want to nurture it and see it grow. You know, feed it breast milk and purity and ween it until it’s adult enough to scare the living daylights out of our competition. We are excited because we want our writers and readers to feel at home with us. Babysit for us when we’re out, teach us when we’re wrong. Love us when we’re right. Smack us when we’re wrong.

 

Everything there is to be, we can guarantee you we’re not

 

an answering machine.

form letters.

a call centre.

 

Every step of the process goes through a human being with heart and soul. Some are parents with families, some are lovers who live together, some are happily married in a mutual gay relationship or a mutual hetero relationship. But, most importantly, we are all supporters of LGBT and this is our way of giving back to our amazing society.

 

We intend to give you strong M/M romance, and just as strong YA romance. Y/A is a category often overlooked in the MM genre, but the trend is there, and that’s why we’re launching with Cheryl Headford’s brilliant YA novel, Draven’s Gate. Pre-orders are open on our website. http://www.cooldudespublishing.com

 

 

With this launch we intend to give a $25.00 Amazon coupon to a lucky subscriber to our site plus free e-book copies of Draven’s Gate, Stars Fall and The Island when it is released in February 2015.

 

To top that, all our participating bloggers will give a prize of all three e-books to one of their lucky subscribers.

 

We look forward to serving you, the reader and author. That’s our main concern. We hope you’ll love us.

SUBMISSION CALL

General Call

We want plot driven stories featuring at least one gay male main character. While we do wish to see a romance element within the stories, we do not require the story to have romance as its primary focus. We prefer a happily ever after, but realize that love is often bittersweet, so a happy for now ending is also welcome. We prefer submissions to be at least 30,000 words and will happily consider longer works upwards of 150,000. Stand alone titles are welcome as are series and we welcome both first time and established authors. If a title has previously been self published, it must be removed from distribution before we will consider it.

You, Me, and the Stars

Space ships, alien worlds, galactic conquests… CoolDudes is looking for quality science fiction with well realized worlds, exciting plots, good character development, and while there should be some romance, it doesn’t have to be the primary focus. Submissions should be at least 30,000 words in length and we are happy to accept longer works. Have an epic over 150,000 words? We’re happy to take a look and see if its a good fit.

Down in the City

Skyscrapers. Wharf fronts. Shopping malls. We’re looking for some gritty urban fantasy worth sinking teeth into. Vampires, dragon shifters, wizards, fae, and more are all welcome. Submissions should be a minimum of 30,000 words and we are happy to consider works over 100,000 words. Whatever the story, it should contain an element of a romance, though it doesn’t have to be the primary focus.

Contemporary Romance

Any setting, as long as the world is our own and it’s set in this era. We are looking for tales featuring two men in love. New couples, established couples, friends to lovers, Love comes in all shapes and sizes and we want their stories! HEA or HFN stories preferred and the stories may contain dark themes or be as sweet as candy as no two love stories are alike. Submissions should be at least 30,000 words.

Young Adult

Here at CoolDudes we firmly believe that youth are our future. We’re looking for positive stories featuring LGBT youth main characters, aimed at readers 12 and up and 16 and up. Please include an  intended age range with your submission. Stories can be set within any genre, and romance can be secondary. So whether it’s a young person running for his junior high student council while realizing his first real crush is another boy, or a college student finding the love of his life, we want to hear about it. Stories should be a minimum of 25,000 words.

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Blurb:

All Keiron wants is a quiet life. Fat chance with a boyfriend like Bren. But if he thought Bren complicated his life, it was nothing to the complications that begin when he opens the door to a naked yong man who claims to be his slave.

Draven is a fairy with his sights set on the handsome human who keeps a wild place in the garden for fairies. When Draven slips though a fairy gate into the city, and Keiron’s world, he sets in motion a series of events that binds him to Keiron forever, and just might be the end of him.

While Draven explores Keiron’s world with wide eyed wonder, Keiron does everything he can to keep Draven’s at bay, until the only way to save Draven and bring him home is to step into a world that exists only in children stories and animated movies – doesn’t it.

Something flashed at the window and he looked up sharply. There was nothing there, but there had been. In that fraction of a second between his head beginning to move and his eyes orienting on the window, there had been something or someone looking in. Someone with a small pointy face. Shit.

Take it easy, he thought to himself. If something was there he didn’t want to frighten it away before he found out what it was.

He took up the uneaten pizza, making a show of putting it onto a plate and into the fridge. The back door was open to let in the summer warmth, and the bin was next to it, out of sight of the window. He folded the pizza box, and headed for the bin – only he wasn’t going to the bin at all. He lifted the lid, so the sound carried out into the garden, but before he let the lid drop he dived for the back door.

Nothing was there, but there had been. There had been someone crouching under the window, peeping in. It was someone with long white hair, a pointed face, and unnaturally blue eyes. It was all seen in the blink of an eye, and after he’d blinked there was nothing there, and no sign there ever had been.

“I know you’re there. I’ve seen you three times now,” he called into the silence. “I know what you are.” Why had he even said that? It couldn’t have been anything but a figment of his imagination. Human beings couldn’t move that fast, and it was certainly no animal. Then what? A fairy? Hah.

Smiling at his own foolishness, he went back into the house and closed the door.

He was half way through the remaining pizza, drinking his third bottle of beer, and feeling pretty mellow, when there was a soft tapping at the back door. This surprised him very much. No one ever knocked on the back door. Why would they? How could they? They’d have to be in the garden, and there were only two ways into it, the door at which they now tapped, or a tiny gate right at the bottom which would have necessitated them traipsing right through the garden. Who would do that?

With a frown, gripping the bottle in his hand like a weapon, he walked through the kitchen to the door. He could see a vague form through the frosted glass. There was definitely someone there. He wondered if they’d disappear by the time he opened the door. He laughed at himself for the foolish thought.

When the door opened, Keiron froze. He’d never seen anything— anyone remotely like the creature who stood on his back door-step.

Cheryl Headford

Cheryl was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was sixteen, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.

Cheryl has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.

Later in life, Cheryl became the storyteller for a re-enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.

It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, kept the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.

In present times, Cheryl lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son, one hamster, two black cats, and a crazy dog. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close.