Monday, February 11, 2019

RELEASE BLITZ - Kicking Up My Heels...In Heels by Liam Livings


Title: Kicking Up My Heels...in Heels
Series: Kev, Book Three
Author: Liam Livings
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: February 11, 2019
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 67300
Genre: Contemporary, LGBT, gay, Cross-dressing, drag queens, AIDS, new adult

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Synopsis


It’s the year 2000 and Kev’s twenty.
He’s a proper grown up now. Maybe. He knows what he’s doing. And what he’s
doing isn’t what he wants to be doing. He’s working in TK Maxx and instead he
wants to be singing and dancing and bantering and laughing on stage. He. Loves.
It. And they pay him too!

Kev’s continued search for his Prince
Charming leads him to look in all the wrong places for all the wrong men and,
inevitably, gets him in something of a pickle: physically, emotionally, and
medically too.

But his mum and friend Tony are there to
help pick up the pieces when it all falls apart as it so often does with Kev.

Optimism, a plan, and being really good
at performing on stage, drive Kev forward. After all, he’s been performing off
stage all his life.

Contains gay pride marches, multiple
incidents of alcohol-induced idiocy, friends and family who stick with you no
matter what you do, a lot of showtunes and camp humour, and a complete absence
of smartphones and social media. He’s Kev, fly him.


Excerpt


Kicking Up My Heels…in Heels
Liam Livings © 2019
All Rights Reserved

Chapter One
November 1999

Kieran and Jo were back from uni in
London for half term, autumn term, or some term or another, and I met them in
Salisbury for a drink and a good gossip. I met them in full Ginger Spice
outfit. During the day. Yes. Part of the I am Kev hear me roar approach Tony
and I had come up with, I was trying this new fearless, notice the fear and do
it anyway thing, on for size. It seemed to suit me actually. It was also two
big fingers up at my ex-boyfriend Aaron and his vile comments to me about
dressing up, and the whole Arthur or Martha thing. Well, I wanted to dress as
both Arthur and Martha, depending on how the mood took me, so Aaron and anyone
else who didn’t like that could stick it.

Ever since Daddy Do Nothing, as Mum and
I referred to him, had come back into my life, then disappeared again, just as
quickly, it has spurred me on to dress more. It was a sort of two fingers up to
Daddy Do Nothing too. An “I don’t need your approval, I know what I’m about,
and I am fabulous, so you can disappear to your village and back to your new
girlfriend and stepdaughter, and I’ll be fabulous over here”. All of that. His
rejection to my cross-dressing had inadvertently brought out the flag waving
slightly military—as in strong, organised, standing up for my rights not as in
part of the actual army—drag queen in me.

Some people in my life had been more
accepting of it than others. Jo, in particular, was always a bit sniffy about
what I wore, and when I wore it, but he wasn’t really one of my friends, he
just came as a set of two with Kieran. Of course, I wouldn’t ever tell Kieran
that, I’d never want to upset him, so I simply bit my tongue and ignored Jo’s
comments, or how he sometimes excluded me from things with his subtle and slimy
excuses. It wasn’t worth making a fuss, not for Kieran’s sake. But today, when
I was meeting both Kieran and Jo, I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to
dress to both impress and make an impression. If I could stand on stage and
sing to a packed pub, I sure as hell could walk into a pub dressed like a real
woman and order a few drinks.

I finished my realistic makeup, adjusted
my red wig with a bleached stripe, just like Ginger Spice’s hair. I checked
there was enough padding for my bra to make an impression under the little
Union Flag dress I’d run up for myself exactly like Geri Halliwell had, by
sewing a tea towel onto the front of a little black strappy dress. I pursed my
lips, reapplied red lipstick, added a touch more blue eye shadow in both a
homage to the blonde one from Abba, and Geri, obviously, and I was ready to go.
I clumped my way downstairs in the black platform boots I’d bought with my
staff discount from TK Maxx.

I swept past Mum in the kitchen.

She was drying some crockery at the sink
with a spotless tea towel. She put the mug down. “Don’t take this the wrong way,
love. You look fabulous. Honestly, it’s the ginger one from that girl group,
isn’t it? Where do you think you’re going like that, love?”

“I told you. I’m seeing Kieran and Jo,
in town.”

“Singing afterwards?”

“Nope. Just them, then I’ll be home. It won’t
be a late one. Promise.”

She looked me up and down, trying to
take in what she saw before her. She pursed her mouth. “So, what’s with the
outfit, love? Seems like a lot of effort for a drink with some friends. I worry
about you, what people say. Some others are like that Aaron you went out with.”
She paused, clasping her hands together in front of herself. “Sadly.”

I’d already explained to her my I am Kev
hear me roar, and she knew how upset Dad’s disappearance had made me, so I
simply said, “I am not letting people like Dad or Aaron, make me ashamed of who
I am. I am who I am and I’m doing it more and more.” I put my hands on my hips
and thrust my fake bosoms towards her. “All right?”

She nodded slowly. “Just you take care,
love. I don’t want anyone hurting you. Watch where you park. Walk where it’s
lit. Don’t cut along by the river. That’s dark this time of year, and you never
know the sort of people who hang around the industrial entrance out the back of
Argos. Watch yourself.”

“Promise.”

She tapped her cheek.

I kissed her cheek then jumped into my
car, checking my reflection one last time in my mirror, brushing aside a minor
doubt about whether I was doing the right thing, and drove to the nearest car
park to the sports pub where I’d asked them to meet me.

There was no need for me to worry, I was
well used to doing female impersonations by now in public. Kieran and Jo were
full of uni talk, as expected, but they seemed to be enjoying it, so I was
pleased for them. Jo gave me a few looks and made some comments, as I knew he
would, but I easily brushed them aside. And a man mistook me for a real woman,
so that made my day. I’d passed, as they say in cross-dressing circles. My
first passing.

I only felt slightly scared once as I
tottered loudly on my heels back to the car, using the long route through town.
I came across a big group of teenagers on the corner by the bank on the way to
the market square. I debated crossing the road and then decided they’d know I
was scared, so instead, flicked my hair over my shoulder, stuck my fake bosoms
up, and clip-clopped through the middle of them with a few words about being sorry
and could I squeeze through. A few of them looked up and looked back at me
again—I saw them in the reflection of shop windows as I continued tottering to
the car—but no more. I held my head high. If anyone had started anything, I was
in a busy bit of town, which even that late was full of people, and after a few
loud screams, I was sure they’d have run away, most bullies being cowards in
disguise really.

So, battle fought and won, now for the
next one.


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Meet the Author


Liam Livings lives where east London
ends and becomes Essex. He shares his house with his boyfriend and cat. He
enjoys baking, cooking, classic cars and socialising with friends. He has a
sweet tooth for food and entertainment: loving to escape from real life with a
romantic book; enjoying a good cry at a sad, funny and camp film; and listening
to musical cheesy pop from the eighties to now. He tirelessly watches an awful
lot of Gilmore Girls in the name of writing ‘research’.

Published since 2013 by a variety of
British and American presses, his gay romance and gay fiction focuses on
friendships, British humour, romance with plenty of sparkle. He’s a member of
the Romantic Novelists’ Association, and the Chartered Institute of Marketing.
With a masters in creative writing from Kingston University, he teaches writing
workshops with his partner in sarcasm and humour, Virginia Heath as
www.realpeoplewritebooks.com and has also ghost written a client’s 5 Star
reviewed autobiography.


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