In a Gilded Cage_Blog Tour – Guest Post

In a Gilded Cage
Mia Kerick
(Evernight Publishing)
Publication date: October 21st 2016
Genres: LGBTQ+, New Adult, Romance

Lucci Grimley is indeed alluring—crowned with a mane of long blond hair, and blessed with an enchanting musical talent that draws a brave rescuer to a high tower hidden in the forest.

However, this modern-day Rapunzel is a young man, sold as a child to the wealthy and childless Damien Gotham for the price of a fast car and a pile of cash. And Lucci’s heroic prince is William “Prin” Prinzing, a handsome college student and star soccer player, hired to care for the grounds of the lavish Tower Estate. Prin climbs an extension ladder rather than a long golden braid to gain access to Lucci’s second floor bedroom window, ultimately penetrating the secrecy surrounding the cloistered young man.

Friendship, and soon romance, blooms. The tower captive eagerly gives his loving innocence to his brave rescuer, which sends the strict and reclusive Gotham into a frenzy of jealous rage. With Prin, Lucci gets a taste of real life, and he wants more. Together, the young men must face Gotham’s ruthlessness and pay the price of liberating Lucci.

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My Secret Recipe

Hello, and thank you so much for welcoming me to your blog today to promote the release a New Adult LGBTQ fairy tale retelling called In A Gilded Cage. In A Gilded Cage is a dark and sexy M/M retelling of the story Rapunzel, as told by The Brothers Grimm. This is edgy NA contemporary fiction illustrating how one young man rescues another, and in many ways, is saved, himself.

Fitting in is very important to most young adults, and in In A Gilded Cage, Prin struggles to fit in with his crowd at the university he attends. Here is a light story from my life of how a girl who lived down the street from me used cookies to fit in.

This is the story of my secret recipe. Okay, I’m lying. This is the Brown Family’s secret recipe. And I stole it.

Ruth Brown moved into the house up the street in junior high. She was not a popular sort of girl, in that she was rather ordinary looking, not the typical popular-girl-beautiful, she was extremely outspoken, not the popular-girl-quiet- and-coy, and she just had a certain way about her that made people want to run away and bury their heads in the sand. But Cookie Brittle changed all of that for her.

Ruth often showed up at all sorts of important high school events—play practices, football games, colorguard practice, Homecoming Parade Float meetings—carrying one lunch size brown paper bag in each hand. The bags were full of something warm… and judging by the fresh-from-the-oven scent emanating from the bag and the emerging grease spots, something buttery and chocolaty. The bags were filled to the brim with fresh from the oven Cookie Brittle.

No matter where she went, teenagers flocked to Ruth Brown when she arrived, armed with these goodies. Hungry athletes, cheerleaders with chocolate cravings, the loud and obnoxious… the shy and detached… the studious… the total slackers—nobody could resist the smell. And then there was the taste.

THE TASTE WAS MAGICAL!!! It was the stuff of sweet dreams…
Ruth Brown became the most popular girl in the high school.

She guarded the secret Cookie Brittle recipe with her very life. But one day, her absentminded mother left the recipe, written in neat script on a well-worn notecard, unprotected from (my) prying eyes, face up on the countertop. I read the card, and like a secret recipe-swiping sleuth, committed it to memory. It remains firmly implanted in my memory bank today.

I kept this secret under my hat until after high school graduation. I started attracting people to me with this secret recipe in college. In addition, my children have attended many parties, athletic events, and meetings armed with the stuff.

We have no shortage of friends.

Cookie Brittle

2 cups flour
1 cup sugar
1 cup softened butter
pinch salt
tiny bit of vanilla extract
1 bag or Nestlé’s Semi-sweet Chocolate chips

Mix together in a bowl. Should make a crumbly dough. Press onto a cookie sheet. Bake for 20 minutes or until just a tiny bit brown on top. Cool on cookie sheet. Break into pieces like peanut brittle.

You will have to fights off the crowds. You have been warned.

I hope you check out In A Gilded Cage by Mia Kerick.


Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.

Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young men and their relationships, and she believes that sex has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press for providing her with an alternate place to stash her stories.

Mia is proud of her involvement with the Human Rights Campaign and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.

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