If you could utter a prayer…

If you could utter a prayer for me and my family right now… for my sister-in-law Ate Thess who is fighting for her life… please do. It’d truly be a gift of a lifetime for us.

From my family to yours, thank you so much. God Bless us all.

Book Review: It’s a Mens World by Bebang Siy

It’s a Mens World by Bebang Siy

My rating: ★★★★★

Sobrang natuwa ako dito sa It’s a Mens World. Pagkarinig ko pa lang kay Bebang sa speech nya sa Readercon, alam ko na agad na matutuwa ako sa aklat nya. Ipinabasa ko ito sa aking kaibigan at tawa rin sya ng tawa habang nagbabasa.

Nagustuhan ko ito dahil kahit seryoso ang tema ay may humor na kalakip. Na para bang sinasabi na ganun talaga ang buhay, nangyari na, what’s  important is that after the pain is gone, that we can look back and be able to smile or laugh at ourselves for our antics. But that at least, now we know better.

It’s a Mens World. 5 Stars
Natawa ako rito, hindi ko alam na may mga ganun palang mga kwento tungkol sa mens.

Nakaw na Sandali. 5 STARS
Nagustuhan ko ito, may kurot sa puso ang kwento.

Asintada. 2 STARS
Okay lang para sa akin, di kasi ako naka-relate masyado kaya ganito ang rating ko. Hindi ako curious na bata.

Kwits. 5 STARS
Ang kulit ng kwentong ito, ironic. LOL.

Pinyapol. 5 STARS
Haha, tawa ako ng tawa rito. Ang kulit lang. Bata pa ako ay talagang bawal na akong kumain kung saan-saan, ayaw ng Lola ko, lalo na yung bibili ako sa labas. Dapat sa bahay lang kumain, ayun. Stories like this make me realize why. ^_^

Ang Lugaw. 5 STARS
Nagustuhan ko rin ito… malungkot…

Sa totoo lang, di ko maalala ang kwentong ito. Kasalukuyang nasa hiraman ang aklat ko. Babalikan ko na lang.

Shopping. 5 STARS
Nagustuhan ko rin ang kwentong ito… praktikal ang Nanay nya… nakakarelate ako kasi ganito kami ng ate ko.

Hiwa. 5 STARS
Tawa rin ako ng tawa rito, ang kulit lang kasi. Tipikal na pamilyang Pinoy, I guess. Wala ng kahihiyan ang bata haha. Pero kasi nag-aalala sila… ganun talaga.

So Ayaw Mo ang Palayaw Mo? 4 STARS
Haha, ang mga palayaw ko rin, paiba-iba.

Super Inggo. 5 STARS
Ito ba yung story tungkol sa uncle na sobrang sipag? Gustong gusto ko ito pero malungkot para sa akin. Parang feeling ko kasi, doon na lang talaga sa work nya umikot ang mundo nya.

Ang Aking Uncle Boy. 5 STARS
Natawa ako rito… noong malaman ko kung bakit tuwang tuwa ang nanay ni ate bebs haha. Amusing ang kwento pero at the same, malungkot.

Sibuyas. 5 STARS
Naloka ako sa ale, nakaka-dishearten sa bata ang pangyayari.

Sa Ganitong Paraan Daw Namatay si Kuya Dims. 5 STARS
Nakakalungkot pero uso talaga ang ganito, kawawa ang mga bata, ang mga biktima, in general. Minsan kasi, hindi naman kailangang maging bata o babae para mangyari sa kanila ang ganito.

Nakapagtatakang Nagtaka Pa.
Di ko rin maalala ang kwento nito. Babalikan ko na lang.

Milk Shakes and Daddies. 5 STARS
Nagustuhan ko ito in the sense na, ipinakita kasing tao lang din ang tatay… nasasaktan, may mga hinaing din… may shortcomings…tumatakbo sa anak na para bang naghahanap ng kakampi. Kaso lang, hindi nya na-factor in ang epekto sa anak.

First Date. 4 STARS
Ito ba yung nagbibigay ng payo si Ate Bebs tungkol sa date? Nanghihinayang pa rin ako na di ako nakarating sa date ng PRPB. Haist.

Ang Piso.

Naka-relate ako rito. Friends come and go; pero may mga tao talaga na laging andyan sa tabi natin kahit na ano’ng mangyari… at least, for me. ^_^

Emails. 3 STARS
Di ko masyadong naintindihan at nagustuhan until I read Kuya D’s comments in the thread… babasahin ko na lang ulit.

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About Bebang Siy

Si Beverly Siy ay nagtapos ng BA Malikhaing Pagsulat sa Filipino (cum laude) sa UP Diliman. Naging fellow na si Bebang sa UP at UST National Writers’ Workshops at naging aktibong bahagi ng pamunuan ng UP Writers’ Club at LIRA…noong Hulyo 2006, inilabas ang kanyang maikling kuwento bilang bahagi ng Hilakbot I, Loyola High, at City Lights, mga aklat na pang-adolescent. Sa Setyembre, lalabas na ang kanyang nobelang Mingaw.

The Chase and the Catch Blog Tour – Excerpt and Giveaway!

The Chase and the Catch by A.F. Henley

                  Hi guys! Thank you for being with us today. I can’t begin to tell you how much I love The Chase and the Catch. I may or may not have cried while reading it lol. 🙂 Drop us a line or two for a chance to win an ebook copy of Forty-two Stairs. Don’t forget your Rafflecopter entries for a chance to win the grand prize.

                   On another note, I hope you’ll drop by on December 02 again for A.F. Henley’s guest post.  And of course I’d also like to thank him for this awesome book tour. 🙂

                    Now, on to TC&TC’s excerpt and giveaway, may Lady Luck be with you! ❤


After one of his fans committed suicide, John lost everything: lover, confidence, drive. When he is given a chance to get back on his feet, he is happy to take it—even if it’s just writing an actor’s autobiography. It might not be romance, or even fiction, but it’s something, and there are worse people to work for than the charming, successful Parker Chase.

That doesn’t mean working for Parker is easy, however. A staunch supporter of living for the moment, Parker goes against everything John believes in. He feels out of place in every moment of Parker’s Hollywood life, stuck in a game of wits that at times seems almost contrived…


AF Henley_The Chase and The Catch CoverBrilliant sunlight shot daggers of pain into John’s eyes and he fumbled for his sunglasses with one hand, blocking with the other, as if, somehow, a single leather-gloved hand would do any good against the assault. Snow had fallen the previous night and everything gleamed with the lustre of freshly polished silver. The parking lot was a postcard-worthy image of pristine white surfaces surrounded by burdened evergreen branches and puff-capped fence posts—the kind of scene that a year prior would have found John dragging out his tablet, inspired into tapping words about flush-cheeked kiddies or curiously joyful rodents. Now the view just made him want to growl about delays and inconveniences.

“Did you call ahead?”

John adjusted his sunglasses, flipped up his collar, and thumbed at the dash of the car. “Yeah. No flight delays. Pop the trunk, will you?” When his sister didn’t react, John tilted his head and sighed. “What?”

She didn’t hesitate, but then Jenna never did. With everyone in his life still treating him like he was going to explode into a million shards of anxiety every time he opened his mouth, Jenna could be counted on to speak when she felt like she needed to. And even the times when she just damn well wanted to. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Actually, no, I really do.” He worked up a smile. “I mean, I could drive, but the weather’s kind of shitty and it would take me something like thirty-five hours.”

“I don’t mean the flying and you know it.” Jenna snagged his jacket when John reached for the door handle. “You don’t have to run off and do this. The writing will come back to you when you’re ready. Since when does a person trade poetry and romance for scribbling down some guy’s autobiography?”

John held up a finger. “Biography. My perspective. An autobiography would be—”

“What the fuck ever. Don’t change the subject. Let’s just say that this does end up being a good thing for your career.” She caught his gaze when he looked up with another smile, and pursed her lips. “It won’t be. But regardless. Why do you have to go down there? Why can’t you do it like a normal twenty-first century human being and use Skype? Or you know, the telephone? Why do you have to be a billion miles away from home? I can’t be the only one who thinks this isn’t the smartest idea you’ve ever come up with. You haven’t exactly been…” She tapped her temple. “Well.”

John rolled his eyes and drew a snort of disgust through his nostrils in the extended, too loud way that he knew drove her crazy.

Jenna’s grip tightened into a fist. “Seriously. I’ve done some research on this guy, John—”

“Really?” John feigned absolute shock. “Me too! Weird…”

“I’m just not sure you’ve thought this all the way through. The guy can be an asshole. Self-centered, pompous—”

He disengaged Jenna’s fingers from his coat, placed her hand on the seat, and patted the back of it. “I’m sure his fans would disagree. As a matter of fact, most of them would have you drawn and quartered for even daring to think such a thing.”

“I couldn’t give a single fuck about any of his fans.” Her fingertips began to play a beat on the vinyl seat. “I care about you. And you already feel bad enough without immersing yourself into the life of a narcissist—”

John whistled through his teeth. “Harsh.”

“Read the blogs.”

John rolled his eyes and snapped the handle of the door. The onslaught of cold air was immediate. A good thing, John decided. It would get him out of the car that much faster if Jenna was shivering like a Chihuahua. “I’ve read the blogs. And I’ve read his Twitter and stalked his Tumblr and, and, and. He’s interesting. There’s a good story hidden behind that damn mask he’s been wearing for the last decade, and I want to be the one to dig it out.”

“You write romance—”

“No.” John drew himself out of the car and then turned back to lock up their eyes. “I write. Plain and simple. Now, please, pop the trunk. Because if I miss this flight due to the fact you’re holding my luggage hostage, I swear to God that I will make you pay for the next one. First class, nonetheless.”

He shut the door with a solid swing and walked to the back of the car to wait for the latch to release. The sound of the trunk popping was almost simultaneous with the clunk of the driver’s door opening.

“You call every day,” Jenna said, rounding the car, the high heels of her boots managing to click soundly even through the layer of snow. “I mean every fucking day.”

John dragged two suitcases out of the car and nodded at the open trunk. “I will. Get that for me, please?”

She ignored the trunk to worry her hands against one another. “And take your medication.”

“I haven’t been on meds for weeks now.” It was somewhat of a lie, but John soothed himself with the thought that the statement was mostly true. He still took the sleeping pills, but the antidepressants were gone. Thank fuck.

“By doctor’s orders or your own?” Jenna’s glare was colder than the wind.

John leaned forward, kissed Jenna on the cheek, and turned towards the glass doors of the airport. “Be good, Jen. And get back in the car before you freeze to death. Mom would kill you if she saw you out here in that jacket.”

“I can park,” Jenna called. “Come in and sit with you?”

“No time.” He kicked the silver disc that would operate the automatic door. “Flight’s probably already boarding.” He slipped through the half-open door. “Drive safe.”

“And what do I do if Sam calls?”

John bit back the reaction to tell Jenna she could invent new ways to penetrate the man with large, unforgiving objects, and pass them on to Sam in graphic detail. Instead: “He won’t.”

“But if he does?”

“He won’t.”

She was still standing beside the open trunk when he turned to walk away. She was worried. They all were: his agent, his parents, and his friends; her husband Mark, and probably both their terriers and their entire tank of fish. Not that he could blame them. It hadn’t been a good year. He’d always been able to use his writing to get him away from his problems, a retreat of sorts, where he could work things out in his head before having to deal with them. So when the words had abandoned him, be it in retaliation for the pills he’d taken too frequently, or because his brain was too busy focusing on the images of horror that kept playing through it, John had thought he was going to lose his mind.

Confusion had become depression. Panic escalated into obsessive-compulsive behaviour. He was no longer ‘that crazy writer.’ He was just fucking crazy.

“But this is writing,” John mumbled, staring at the flight board and trying to make his eyes focus on the words that would tell him where to go. “It’s still writing.” After all, what biography wasn’t spiced a bit here and there? Perspective was everything. And if Mr. Parker Chase—actor-extraordinaire, supposed-charmer, but potentially more-of-an-egotistical-dick-than-his-agent-would-like-anyone-to-know—was willing to let John be the one to offer that perspective, then it didn’t matter that the story wasn’t fiction. Or romance. Or even working its way towards a happy ending. He could live with the compromise just to be at it again.

For the time being, at least.


Copyright © 2014 by A.F. Henley
Published by Less Than Three Press
51,000 words
Gay Contemporary Romance

Purchasing Link: @Less Than Three Press

Please note: Novel contains some explicit content.


The Giveaway (please click on the image to join):

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Now, just because you’ve stayed with me right to the end, I’m going to pop in the Rafflecopter entry link, and let you all have a chance at winning. What can you win? How about a pretty little Swarovski crystal spider clip, a $20 gift certificate to the Less Than Three Press book market, and a signed, print copy of The Chase and The Catch (when available).

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My huge thanks to Cinderella Stories for having me by, and an extra special thank you for your request. It’s been an honour to be here.

AF Henley ❤


About the Author:

AF Henley_Avatar croppedHenley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica.

A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish.

Henley has been proudly working with LT3 since 2012, and has been writing like mad ever since—an indentured servant to the belief that romance and true love can mend the most broken soul. Even when presented in prose.

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Mga Agos sa Disyerto

Mga Agos sa DisyertoMga Agos sa Disyerto by Efren R. Abueg, Dominador B. Mirasol, Rogelio L. Ordoñez, Edgardo M. Reyes, Rogelio R. Sikat

Rating: ★★★★☆

Some of the stories in here, I’ve already read when I was only four years old–while some of them I’ve read when I was in high school. I particularly remember reading Efren Abueg’s Mabangis na Lungsod at four and it hit me hard. It was the realization that life out there can be cruel especially to orphans like me.

I also loved Rogelio L. Ordoñez’s Si Anto, Edgardo M. Reyes’ Di Maabot ng Kawalang Malay, Lugmok na ang Nayon, Emmanuel, and Ang Gilingang Bato. There was also Rogelio R. Sikat’s work that I really love: Tata Selo.

The stories in this collection were instrumental to my love affair with reading. These works were also what made me love Filipino works.

So to Agos boys, thank you! I could never thank you enough for making me love reading. Here’s to the book’s [almost] 50 years of existence! Cheers!

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