Hi, my best mate, Tyler Knoll, is a bit shy and hates having to tell everyone how great his book is, so I offered to write this blog for him. Thanks so much for the invite.
Who am I? Well, most of my friends call me Dilbert. You'd think I'd be offended at being compared to a nerdy cartoon character, but it's much better than my real name, so I don't give a rat's arse. As long as they don't call me Dil.
Tyler and me got on like a house on fire right from the start. Unlike some of the other guys I met when I arrived in the States, he was fair dinkum. A real bonzer bloke. At first we thought we were speaking different languages. What with his Southern drawl and my ocker accent, but after we spent a few Friday evenings, chewing the fat and sharing a few tinnies, we did just fine.
There were a few misunderstandings though. I still can't get over the fact that you can't drink alcohol until you're twenty one. How backward is that? But then if I had known, I'd never have invited Tyler along on that memorable Friday night, and our lives would have turned out quite differently.
So there you have it, my mate Tyler. He may not be Aussie, but he's true blue. Some guys think he's a few shrimp short of a barbie, and spends half his time away with the pixies, but they're barking up the wrong tree. The thing is, Tyler doesn't say much. It wasn't until I read this book that I realized his brain is going flat chat and his mouth can't keep up.
Don't believe me? Read the book and you'll see what I mean! You won't regret it.
At times it's side-splittingly funny. Or at least giggleworthy. Mind you some of the situations Tyler found himself in weren't funny at all. He came a gutser on more than one occasion. But he's like one of those toys that bounces back no matter how hard you push him. I had to intervene every now and then, otherwise some of the pricks he met would have walked right over him.
Some people accuse me of being manipulative, but I can assure you that I always had Tyler's best interests at heart. The trouble is that because he doesn't have a mean bone in his body, he doesn't realize other people are not as nice.
Take Rupert for example. I was furious when I discovered he set Tyler up. Threw him to the wolves or wolf in this instance. Extricating Tyler from that predicament took some tough negotiating on my part. Then there was that dickhead Gareth Evans who virtually kidnapped him. I suspected Tyler was in trouble, but what could I do? Still he survived thankfully.
After that I kept a closer eye on him. A much closer eye. I think it was worth it in the end. Why don't you do yourself a favour and read the book to find out for yourself.
May I close by saying a big thank you on Tyler's behalf. While he was too shy to appear on the blog, I'm sure he'd be happy to answer any questions you might like to ask.
Blog Tour – Tyler Knoll’s Just for Fun by A.B. Gayle
Title: Tyler Knoll's Just For Fun Series (Books 1-4)
Author: A.B. Gayle
Genre: Satire, humor, gay, gay romance, LGBT
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
Tyler Knoll was born one wild, stormy night in April 2013.
Of course, Tyler might tell you he was born twenty years earlier, but should we believe anything he says? That’s for you to decide.
In Tyler’s first adventure—like many a gay man before him—he was SNARED by gay porn, wallowing in tales of bigger, stronger, harder….
Then his fickle mind was seduced and SHREDDED by the prospect of BDSM and slavery.
When a Big Misunderstanding SLASHED at Tyler’s sanity, almost costing him his life, he turned to another genre for his salvation. But even this encounter proved potentially hazardous—not from freezing temperatures, but at the hands of irate fans.
Finally, tired and SCREWED by his all his trials and tribulations, he discovers—like many storybook heroes before him—that sometimes Mr. Right is closer than we think.
Everyone who bought SNARED gets a 20% discount at buying the Just for Fun composite from the WIP website! Check the website for details.
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About the author
Unlike many authors, A.B. Gayle hasn’t been writing stories all her life. Instead she’s been living life.
Her travels have taken her from the fjords of Norway to the southern tip of New Zealand. In between, she’s worked in so many different towns she’s lost count. A.B. has shoveled shit in cow yards, mustered sheep, been polite to customers, traded insults with politicians. Sometimes she needs to be forgiven as she get confused as to who needs what where.
Now living in Sydney, Australia, A.B. finally has time to allow her real life experiences to morph with her fertile imagination in order to create fiction that she hopes her readers will enjoy.
A.B. values feedback on her writing, both negative and positive.
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