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★★★★ Never The Perfect Moment by K-Lee Klein ★★★★

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Never The Perfect Moment

by

K-Lee Klein

Publisher: Amber Allure

 

The blurb

Bryan Monroe has always catalogued his life in terms of moments—right moments, wrong moments, perfect moments. But when his best friend and partner on the police force, Chrys Delos, is shot in a raid gone bad, it’s one of the worst moments of Bryan’s life.

Bryan’s been secretly in love with Chrys for years, and the shooting is a wake-up call that it might be time to tell Chrys the truth. The problem is, Bryan’s never been with a man before, so in addition to worrying about Chrys’ injuries, he’s an indecisive wreck over the future.

But with the help of two unlikely matchmakers, Bryan knows it’s time to find the courage, and the perfect moment, to tell Chrys exactly how he feels…

Our thoughts

4 stars

This is a great little short to get you out of a book slump.  Two cops. Best friends. One gay.  One straight.  As a ‘gay for you’ read it felt quite real.  We start the book where Bryan admits he has feelings for his best friend and cop partner Chrys, so we don’t go through the whole ‘coming to terms’ with it drama.  I loved the angle of this story – when is the perfect moment for Bryan to tell Chrys he loves him?  He desperately needs to tell Chrys how he feels but it’s never the right time.  When Chrys is shot in the shoulder and is recuperating at home, Bryan doesn’t tell him.  He kisses him instead.  Perfect moment.

“I’d have a lot of regrets.  Just because I haven’t been with a man before doesn’t mean I can’t be.  Do you want to know what I was thinking about earlier, you know, when you kissed me?”

“Hopefully kissing me again?”

Bryan moaned as he remembered.  “Throwing you against the wall.  Kissing you until you couldn’t breathe.”

 

Grab a cuppa and enjoy a lovely, full of emotion short read.

Robyn x 

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Double Up by Vanessa North

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Double Up

by Vanessa North

Publisher: Riptide Publishing

Release: 25th August 2014

The blurb

Knowing he’s loved can make any man fly.

Fifteen years ago, Ben Warren was a wakeboarding champion: king of big air, ballsy tricks, and boned grabs. Until a career-ending injury left him broken in ways he still has no hope of fixing. Now he takes his thrills where he can get them, and tries not to let life hurt too much.

Then Davis Fox arrives in Ben’s sporting goods store with a plan to get in touch with his estranged brother by competing in the annual wakeboarding double-up contest. The catch? He’s never ridden before. It’s crazy, but Ben’s a sucker for the guy’s sob story—and for his dimples, too—so he agrees to coach Davis.

Davis is everything Ben isn’t: successful, confident, and in love with life. And he wants Ben to love life—and him—too. But before Ben can embrace a future with Davis, he needs to remember how to hope.

Our thoughts

Double Up is is a sweet, fast paced novella that is told in first person, present tense from Ben’s POV. The present tense narrative was my biggest problem with this story. When done well, present tense can really bring you into the action and eventually you forget about it and just immerse yourself in the story. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case here. The writing felt clipped and it was constantly taking me out of the story, which sucked because it is a good story.

Ben is a retired wake-boarding champion whose career was cut short fifteen years ago when he injured his back during a competition. Now he runs a wakeboard shop and sometimes gives lessons. Ben is 40 years old, has pretty low self esteem, has some issues in his life he has to deal with and doesn’t do relationships.

When Davis walks into the shop, Ben is immediately attracted to the younger man but feels that Davis is out of his league.  Davis is a successful architect who’s looking for wake boarding lessons in order to connect with his younger brother. Ben agrees to the lessons which lead to flirting, dating and really hot sex. This is one place that the present tense worked. It really immersed you in the *ahem* action.

I really liked Ben. I liked his vulnerability and his willingness to open up to Davis and trust him. Davis, on the other hand, came off as a jerk. The reason for the fight screamed of emotional manipulation to me. Ben won’t do what Davis wants so he walks away. It wasn’t a simple thing for Ben, there were certain risks and circumstances that affected Ben’s decision but Davis wasn’t even willing to discuss them.

The ending might have been a little too quickly and perfectly wrapped up, especially since Davis seemed to come around out of nowhere. Still, the story was sweet and the sex hot, so I did enjoy it. If you can get past the present tense narrative, it’s a good way to spend a couple hours.

3 Stars

Otila

 

To find out more about Vanessa North and her books, visit her website.

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★★★★ Blue Collar by Sean Michael ★★★★

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by

Sean Michael

Publisher: Amber Quill Presss

 

The blurb

Kendall Webber is deep in the closet. Between working as a mechanic in a garage, having served in the army during the era of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, and being raised by a fundamentalist-preacher stepfather who sent him to summer camps to make him straight, he’s learned to hide his sexuality from absolutely everyone.

Still, when a tall, dark, and handsome stud named Barton Willis III roars into the garage in his vintage Mustang, Kendall can’t help but look admiringly and longingly at the man, just a little. And when the flirtatious Barton not only looks back but eagerly invites him to explore his hidden desires, Kendall’s whole world is turned upside-down.

Now, the question remains…can Barton help Kendall let go of the past and the attitudes he’s had, literally, beaten into him?

Our thoughts

 

Blue Collar is quite typical of Sean Michael’s usual style, i.e. – hot, hot and hotter. Kendall comes from a very conservative uptight family that, as Kendall says, think they can pray the gay away. This has really messed him up which is how he finds himself unkissed, untouched and a virgin when Barton comes walking into the auto shop where Kendall works. Barton is Kendall’s opposite in just about every way but one, they’re both gay. Barton is well off and very sure of himself. He’s also sure of the potential for a lot of heat between him and Kendall as well as a little submission.

Blue Collar has lots of nice innuendo peppered throughout the story. The story advances quickly at the start, slows a bit towards the middle but picks back up and ends on a high note. Kendall and Barton are so hot together and could use a sequel.

Jessica x 

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BLOG TOUR and GIVEAWAY: Beneath the Stain by Amy Lane

Beneath The Stain
by Amy Lane
 
Blurb: 

In a town as small as Tyson, CA, everybody knew the four brothers with the four different fathers– and their penchant for making good music when they weren’t getting into trouble. For Mackey Sanders, playing in Outbreak Monkey with his brothers and their friends—especially Grant Adams–made Tyson bearable. But Grant has plans for getting Mackey and the Sanders boys out of Tyson, even if that means staying behind.

Between the heartbreak of leaving Grant and the terrifying, glamorous life of rock stardom, Mackey is adrift and sinking fast. When he’s hit rock bottom, Trav Ford shows up, courtesy of their record company and a producer who wants to see what Mackey can do if he doesn’t flame out first. But cleaning up his act means coming clean about Grant, and that’s not easy to do or say. Mackey might make it with Trav’s help–but Trav’s not sure he’s going to survive falling in love with Mackey.

Mackey James Sanders comes with a whole lot of messy, painful baggage, and law-and-order Trav doesn’t do messy or painful. And just when Trav thinks they may have mastered every demon in Mackey’s past, the biggest, baddest demon of all comes knocking.

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You Can’t Always Get What
You Want
… from the Mighty Hunter Gazette— April
20
And special news, our very own
homegrown band, Outbreak Monkey, will be performing a six- song set between D.J. Boomer’s dance
music at the Graham Winters High School prom. The band, headed by McKay
“Mackey” Sanders on lead vocals, Jeff Sanders on bass and their brother
Kell Sanders on lead guitar, also features Grant Adams on second lead and
Stevie Harris on drum set. All members are Graham Winters High School students
and we are proud to have them play!
THE FIRST time
McKay Sanders kissed his brother’s best friend, Grant, they were getting
high in a burned-out car in the field behind Mackey’s apartment
building. Kellogg, who looked old enough to buy even though he’d just
turned eighteen, had spent ten dollars the brothers didn’t have on cheap
Muscat. By the time Grant—whose father had money—brought out the pot, Kellogg,
Jefferson, and Stevie were passed out on the old camp blanket Stevie had
brought from his dad’s garage.
It was a celebration, of
sorts, for landing the prom gig.
The older kids had hogged
all the Muscat, though, and Mackey felt left out. Kellogg kept saying it wasn’t right to get his little brother drunk, and Mackey kept saying it wasn’t right to drink in front of him, but by the time Kellogg was too drunk to
argue, there wasn’t any wine left.
Jefferson and Stevie had
finished off the other bottle all by themselves—just sitting quietly, not
making any waves like they usually did, passing the bottle between them.
“Boy, you two argue a
lot,” Grant said after Kell let out a gut-buster of a yawn and fell asleep
quick as a baby.
Mackey grunted and
prodded at his older brother with his toe. The three brothers present looked
nothing alike. Kell was built like a tank, with rounded shoulders, a brown-eyed
glare, and plain brown hair that he buzz- cut short to his scalp. He was like
born practicality, which was why hoarding the wine rankled Mackey so badly. An
expenditure like that wasn’t going to happen again.
“He gets mad,” Mackey
said, letting out a sigh. He slouched back inside the shelter of the car,
peering through the doorframe at the iron gray sky. “He’s the one who
takes care of us, you know? But not in the band.”
It was true.
Kell could play guitar
ably enough, but Mackey….
“You can play
everything,” Grant said with admiration. “You’re the one who puts the
songs together, figures out who should be playing what. And the shit you
write on your own….”
Mackey smiled at him a
little shyly. Grant had the most interesting face, with a long, straight nose,
full pink lips, and almond-shaped hazel eyes. When Grant looked at him with
admiration, it stopped his breath and pulled rubber bands in his stomach.
“I just….” He stopped because Grant was reaching into his pocket, and he
pulled out a baggie full of weed and papers. “Ooh….”
Grant looked down at the
other three, who were sleeping soundly in the late afternoon chill. “I was
gonna share,” he said mischievously, “but Kell was a dick about the wine, so I
thought you and me?” Mackey nodded, captivated by the thrill of the
forbidden—and by the way that cherry-ripe mouth pulled up at the corners when
Grant smiled.
“I’ve never, uhm….”
Grant shrugged. “Me and
Kell do sometimes. But, you know, Kell’s usually a good guy.”
Mackey reflected on his
sleeping brother. Kell was a good guy. For example, Mackey had a confused memory of their
youngest brother Cheever’s dad, the one dad they thought would stick
around beyond giving the baby a first name. Cheever’s dad hadn’t been very
patient, and he’d hated Mackey. Well, Mackey was sort of a smartass. He’d probably had that fist coming. But that hadn’t stopped Kell from stepping up and hitting Enos Cheever right back.
Mackey and Kell had both needed stitches after that, but their mom had kicked
Enos Cheever out—child support or no child support. That was okay. Kell and
Jeff had been almost old enough to work by then. They’d only needed
assistance for a couple of months.
“He doesn’t like it that
I can boss him around,” Mackey said glumly. “He… he’s the leader, right?
But… but I hear the music, and it just makes sense, you know? And… and
you can’t do it wrong just ’cause it’ll hurt Kell’s feelings. It’s augh!” He was waving his hands
around, trying to find words, which was funny, because Mackey actually wrote songs. He
closed his eyes, ignoring Grant rolling a number, and tried to make a song out
of it.
“He wants to keep me
happy and he wants to keep me fed, he makes sure that I’ve got
blankets and a place to sleep in a bed, but the music in my heart is like a
freight train. It goes and it goes and when I stop it, it’s like pain, but my
brother doesn’t see it doesn’t hear it doesn’t feel it, and all there is to do is shove him out of the way. Don’t want to hit my brother with the
freight train.”
Mackey’s eyes smarted,
because the friction with Kell hurt. They were tight. They had to be tight, because
Tyson, California, had a population of ten thousand, and it was a small enough
town that the woman with the four sons and four fathers was sort of famous.
They had to have each other’s backs or Cheever wouldn’t have survived kindergarten.
Mackey blinked and took a
deep breath, then coughed.
Damn, pot was strong.
He gazed at Grant, who
was staring back in awe over the glowing ember of the joint. Grant held the
smoke for a minute and exhaled,shaking his head. “God, it’s gorgeous when you
do that,” he said, his voice choked.
“Do what?” Mackey asked,
not able to stop staring at him.
“Pull music out of the
air,” Grant said, the dreamy smile on his full lips maybe a side effect of
the pot, but maybe not. Grant was sitting in the back of the car, his feet
at the foot of the blanket the others were sleeping on. He passed Mackey the doobie
around the doorframe, and Mackey regarded the joint with a little bit of fear.
“Just inhale?” he asked
nervously, and Grant grinned.
“Never done this before?”
he confirmed, taking the doobie back.
Mackey shook his head,
knowing his face was flushing in spite of the iron mountain chill.
“Here,” Grant murmured,
taking another hit. He stood up, still holding the smoke in his lungs, and
knelt in front of Mackey, so close their lips almost brushed. Mackey’s
mouth fell open, because, holy God, Grant was right there, and
Mackey had been trying not to look at him like he had wanted him right there since
he was twelve years old.
Grant took his open mouth
for invitation and exhaled, right between Mackey’s parted lips.
Mackey’s inhale was so
gentle, the smoke hardly tickled. He didn’t choke or cough like he’d seen other
people do, just breathed in subtle-like, afraid to startle Grant or make
him move in any way. His exhale was even quieter, letting the smoke trickle out
through his lips and his nose, where it stung.
He swallowed, his mouth
dry from the smoke and from the way Grant was staring at him, seemingly as
mesmerized as he was by those golden eyes and moist red mouth. “How’s
Sam?” he asked, because Samantha Peters had been Grant’s shadow for the
past year.
“Not here,” Grant
whispered, and the movement made their lips touch.
Mackey closed his eyes,
because Grant started this, and Mackey was fourteen to his seventeen. Grant
would know what to do.
Grant’s lips on his were
whisper-soft, then angel-soft, then Grant’s tongue swept into
his mouth, acrid with the bitter taste of weed, but something in it was sweet.
Something in it made Mackey open his mouth to beg for more.
Grant took advantage,
pushing him back against the seat, taking his mouth more, and more and more,
until Mackey was pressed against the burned-out seat frame, his hands
buried in the thick top strip of Grant’s hair, his lips being bruised and his
mouth plundered by his brother’s best friend.
The smell of pot smoke
sharpened, turned plastic, and Grant jerked his head back.
“Shit,” he muttered. The
joint had fallen onto the blanket at their feet, and he spent a moment stomping
it out as it smoldered. When he’d killed the ember, he glanced at Mackey
sheepishly.
“Got lost in your eyes,”
he said, and Mackey watched curiously as two red crescents surfaced on his
sharp cheekbones, like disappearing ink coming to life.
“I could get lost in you
a lot,” Mackey confessed, feeling brave and bold, and Grant found
something to look at far away.
“Mackey, maybe don’t
count on me like that, okay?”
Mackey had to search far
away too. Well, of course, right? Two guys get high and they do something
crazy—didn’t mean shit, did it.
Didn’t mean a goddamned
thing. “Yeah, well. You know. Strong weed, right?”
“Yeah,” Grant murmured.
“Strong.” His hand was firm on Mackey’s shoulder then, and Mackey closed his
eyes as he felt the rasp of Grant’s chilled palm against his cheek. “Stronger’n
shame.”
Mackey had to. Had to see
his face.
Grant was blinking hard, and
they both knew he’d deny it, but one hit of pot didn’t give you eyeballs that
red.
At their feet, Kell gave
a moan and rolled over, and that was the cue for everyone to wake up. They were
headachy and sick, and it was lucky Grant had brought a six-pack of water, of
all things, so they could at least rinse out their mouths after they puked.
Grant had driven them out
to the vacant field in his mom’s minivan, and later that evening, he
stopped and let them run inside the grocery store to buy noodles and spaghetti
sauce for dinner. They’d promised their mom they’d take care of groceries if
she let them get away with not watching Cheever for the afternoon. When they
got to the Sanders boys’ apartment complex, Grant and Kell were giving
each other shit in the front seat. Mackey stared out the window and let their
banter wash over him, just like he ignored Jefferson and Stevie talking in
quiet undertones about comic books and naked girl pictures. Jeff and Kell had
best friends. Mackey had brothers—six of them, if he counted Cheever’s
little friend Kevin, which he did.
“So, is Sam excited you
get to play at the prom?” Kell asked, laughing.
“Yeah,” Grant said. For a
moment, he caught Mackey’s gaze in the rearview, and then he glanced back
toward the road. “She wants to dress pretty and dance with me in a suit.”
Mackey didn’t make a
noise or anything, but suddenly he knew, knew like it had been branded on his skin, that Grant didn’t want to dance with a girl in a dress. And that it
would hurt worse than orange juice on chapped lips, but Mackey was going to
have to watch him do it.

 

 

 

About The Author 

 


Amy Lane has four children, two cats, a love starved Chi-who-what, a crumbling mortgage and an indulgent spouse. She also has too damned much yarn, a penchant for action adventure movies, and a need to know that somewhere in all the pain is a story of Wuv, Twu Wuv, which she continues to believe in to this day! She writes fantasy, urban fantasy, and m/m romance–and if you give her enough diet coke and chocolate, she’ll bore you to tears with why those three genres go together. She’ll also tell you that sacrifices, large and small, are worth the urge to write. 

 

 

 

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Excerpt and Giveaway! Alter Ego by Meredith Russell

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Alter Ego

Meredith Russell

Book 1 in the Knowles Brook Series

Jay James is the confident, outgoing, flirtatious, lead guitarist of a 70s tribute band. But appearances can be deceiving. Jay James isn’t real. ‘Jay’ was born out of necessity and a way for James Hall to deal with life at home after coming out. James is shy and awkward, and can’t escape the shadow of his strained relationship with his mother. As ‘Jay’, James feels indestructible, like nothing can touch him, and he can have any man he wants. But is that really enough?

Danny Ashton is stuck, or at least that’s how he feels sometimes. Five years ago, he dropped out of university to look after his sick mother. He was never prepared for the hand he was dealt—a house to run, bills to pay, and a teenage brother to support.

Together, Danny and James realise ignoring their problems will solve nothing, and if they are to stand any chance of happiness and living as the men they want to be, then they need to move forward. Can the two men face their demons? Or will they end up pushing one another away?

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“What’s wrong?” Sam might be sixteen but he wasn’t stupid. He knew Danny wasn’t saying something. “What did he want?”

“He’s cutting back my hours.”

Sam twisted his hands together in his lap. “I’m sixteen now. I could get a job. Weekends maybe at a supermarket. I could get the bus.”

Danny smiled. He appreciated the offer, but Sam needed to focus on school. “We’ll be fine.” He closed his eyes and rubbed a soothing line over his forehead. He doubted he sounded convincing.

“Can you get any extra shifts at the Spread?” Sam asked.

Unable to find full-time work, Danny split his time working behind the bar in the Spread Eagle pub a handful of shifts during the week and the Knowles Brook village social club at the weekend. “I doubt it.” He opened his eyes and looked at his brother. How had they gotten to this?

“What about that advert from last week? You applied, right?”

Danny nodded. Sure he’d applied. He’d applied to plenty of jobs. He had filled out form after form and written dozens of letters for anything that might lead to employment more permanent than him just muddling through, part-time job to part-time job, like he’d been doing for almost five years now. Everywhere wanted experience. How was he supposed to get experience if no one would take him on? He just wanted to be able to look at Sam and feel he deserved the respect his little brother held for him. He didn’t feel like the hero he knew Sam painted him out to be.

“Closing date’s tomorrow.” Maybe it was adventurous to apply for a managerial role, but they couldn’t live hand to mouth forever. He had no savings, not anymore, and despite Sam’s continual offer of anything he had saved, Danny wouldn’t take it. That money was for Sam, for his future, for getting out of this village and this house.

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Sharing her imagination and passion for stories and characters is a dream Meredith is excited to turn into reality.

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Cover Reveal – Hidden Gem by Lissa Kasey (with Giveaway)


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Hidden Gem

by Lissa Kasey

Cover Artist: Siobhan

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

And here it is! What a beautiful cover! :)

hiddengem_final03The Blurb…

Misaki “Aki” Itou is a psi—a person with mutated DNA granting him psychic abilities. He’s also a contracted companion—a whore. It may not be the perfect profession, but having a roof over his head, food to eat, and not being subjected to torture is a dream come true. He is the top companion at the Hidden Gem, and it makes him enough money to buy the prettiest, most sparkly shoes he can find.

Shane McNaughton is an Irishman who survived the Third World War and works as a cop. Head of Missing Persons, he’s good at finding people, but after the plague of the Third mutated his DNA, he has a hard time letting anyone see the monster inside. He’s been paying for Aki’s services for two years, both the psi and the sexual kind, but he wants more from the companion.

Shane needs Aki’s ability to see into another person’s past to track down a serial killer murdering the children of rich and powerful men, but the more they work together, the clearer it becomes that they are linked through a darker past than either of them realizes.

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Jack pulled out a file. He took a bag with a thin piece of cloth and glared at it. “This one may still be alive. Ransom isn’t set to be paid until tomorrow evening.” He glanced down to the money. “If money motivates you, we can get more, but know this is a sixteen-year-old girl missing. We just want to know if she has a chance.”
Aki closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath, for a moment remembering the one other time he’d done this. The pain had been immediate, a beating gone wrong, a strike to the head not hard enough to kill, but enough to do a lot of damage. He’d lingered, well the man had, but Aki had felt it, suffered for hours while the man slowly bled to death and finally drowned in his own vomit.
One touch would show him it all. The more Aki fought, the more detailed the memories would become. He’d much rather go back downstairs and find a nice old man to jack off for the cash instead of this. Though he’d have to entertain a couple dozen clients to make even half of what was on the table. Then there was the girl. What if she was still alive and he could save her? He hadn’t been much older himself when Bart and Paris found him half-starved and begging for a chance to live or a fast death. Bart had had a brother who’d been psi and taken from them when they were young, never seen again. Sometimes he still looked at Aki with that sorrow in his eyes. But Aki wasn’t his kid brother. He was no one’s kid brother, just an abandoned psi who played the role of whore really well. But where would he be if no one had given him a chance?
He held his hand out for the bag.
“If she’s dead, it will be bad,” Jack pointed out.
“Yeah, well, hand it over before I change my mind.” Aki grabbed the bag from him and carefully opened it. “I’m not contaminating anything by touching this, am I?” Objects didn’t always give him anything, not like people did. He could get everything from touching the shirt or nothing. Aki found that most objects didn’t hold enough life to pass on memories. Good for him, not always good for McNaughton.
“No.” McNaughton left his seat and eased down on the bed beside Aki.
“If you come from watching this, I’m totally charging you twice my normal rate,” Aki told him.
McNaughton laughed. “Deal.”

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Lissa Kasey lives in St. Paul, MN, has a Bachelor’s Degree in Creative Writing, and collects Asian Ball Joint Dolls who look like her characters. She has three cats who enjoy waking her up an hour before her alarm every morning and sitting on her lap to help her write. She can often be found at Anime Conventions masquerading as random characters when she’s not writing about boy romance.

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Guest Post from Heidi Cullinan with Giveaway

Today we are excited to be joined by Heidi Cullinan to talk about her book, Hero.

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Kansas vs. California: Country Boy Meets the Paranormal World of Los Angeles

One of the themes I was itching to explore when I started writing Hero was the idea of a small town man moving to the big city. In the novel, Los Angeles is home to all kinds of strange and beyond the usual people and events. I gotta tell you, that’s true in real life as well.

I’ve been to LA four times, and it’s never made me feel like anything but being in an alternate universe. The first time I went I was seven, and I came from my family farm and local town of 250 people. The “big city” was Cedar Rapids, at 50,000. Los Angeles was another planet. My great-grandmother had a pool. I thought she was unimaginably rich.

The last three times I’ve been to California I’ve been an adult, and I have a different sense of wealth, but I still think that place is off the map. Don’t get me wrong, I love it—but it’s so crazy. The people, the things they do, the stuff they eat—I can’t get enough. It’s like a living amusement park for this Midwestern girl.

In Hero I wanted to explore the otherworldliness of Los Angeles, but I wanted also to highlight the problem of “getting away” to the big city. When I was little and went to LA, I imagined all I had to do was move there someday and I would feel the way the city felt to me. I think when we come from rural areas or parts of the country no one highlights or thinks is sexy, we get tricked into thinking we aren’t sexy either. Everyone in Iowa is a farmer. Everyone in Kansas drives a pickup from 1950. No joke, I’ve been to cities and had people ask if we have microwaves.

Yes. We just got our Amana Radarange installed last week! What an amazing new-fangled invention.

The truth is, a lot of amazing people have come from small towns and rural states. In fact, often the “cool kids” of a city have been imported. It wasn’t the city that made them great, nor was it the place they came from. They were amazing all along.

A lot of Hero focuses on freeing Morgan, but Hal has a journey too. It’s quieter, and it’s largely internal, but his job through the book is to figure out that it doesn’t matter what his job is or his level of education, his home address, or yes, his orientation—he has a lot to bring to the table. We are all of us sexy and exciting, and everyone can be a hero. The trick is realizing that heroism isn’t swinging a sword and baring your hairless, muscled chest. It’s accepting and believing in yourself. You do that, it doesn’t matter where you’re from and where you are. You can go anywhere you like.

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Hero

by Heidi Cullinan

Reissuing August 2014 from Wilde City

The blurb…

Construction worker Hal Porter knows he’s nobody special. But when strange events draw him into a magical world, he becomes the only man who can free Morgan, a lonely, long-enchanted shape-shifter. Whether he feels he’s worthy or not, Hal is the hero Morgan has been waiting for.

However, Hal’s task becomes personal as he and Morgan fall in love. Now, to save Morgan and give himself the happily ever after he’s always longed for, Hal will need to do something far more daunting than face Morgan’s captor or finally come out of the closet… 
 
He’ll have to believe in himself.

This title has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.

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Heidi Cullinan has always loved a good love story, provided it has a happy ending. She enjoys writing across many genres but loves above all to write happy, romantic endings for LGBT characters because there just aren’t enough of those stories out there. When Heidi isn’t writing, she enjoys cooking, reading, knitting, listening to music, and watching television with her husband and ten-year-old daughter. Heidi is a vocal advocate for LGBT rights and is proud to be from the first Midwestern state with full marriage equality. Find out more about Heidi, including her social networks, at www.heidicullinan.com.

 

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Supernatural Bounty Hunters by R.J. Scott

Supernatural Bounty Hunters

If you like your m/m romance/erotica with a little extra by way of vampires, werewolves, fae, and other paranormal species then this might just be a series for you.  Plenty of smexy with a species war of apocalyptic level thrown in for fun.  Supernatural Bounty Hunters series must be read in order and all together to really appreciate the underlining story.

The Vampire ContractThe Guilty WerewolfThe Warlock's Secret

The Demon's BloodThe Incubus AgendaThe Third Kingdom

In my opinion each book is sort of a cliffhanger and even with reading the next in the series you can fill like you missed a big chuck of the plot and find yourself going wth!!  There are some key things, in my opinion that takes place of the pages that I would have much rather read about then some of the other stuff.  There is a story under all of the smexy and I found myself wanting more of that then the smexy and you had to read each book to get the full story of what was going on in the corrupt kingdom of Glitnir.

The series begins with The Vampire Contract; a vampire, Micah, being accused of killing his human husband and a werewolf retriever, Conner, tasked with brining him to justice.  Micah is determined to get to his brother, Josh, and the evidence that will clear his name.  Conner in his pursuit of Micah starts to question his beliefs in the Glitnir judicial system.  From there we are thrust into the Underground movement and are introduced a cast of characters who become our champions of justice. (I know  it sounds cheesy but that’s the only way I can describe it).

The second in the series The Guilty Werewolf shows it’s a thin line between love and hate with Declan and Levi’s story.  Declan and Levi must go after a rogue werewolf retriever, Conner, and a murdering vampire, Micah.  Each have their own agenda when it come to accepting their assignments.  Levi’s trying to uncover the truth behind his parents death, and Declan wants to bring his friend and alpha back home and clear his name.

The Warlock’s Secret is Josh and Phin’s story.  Always told that two people with magic could never be together they have denied their feeling for each other, scared they would bring about the apocalypse.  But it takes Phin’s magic to save Josh from the warlock set to destroy anyone in his path to complete control over Glitnir.  A lot more was revealed in this story as it deals with the overall plot of the series…the enemy is identified.

The Demon’s Blood is Asher an Simeon’s story.  The bastard heir  to the throne of the 2nd Kingdom is revealed a title Phin has run away from in the name of equality.  Asher is a blood demon, thus a second class citizen, a slave…he’s also the older half-brother of Phin, the heir apparent to the throne of the 2nd Kingdom.  The battle for the throne isn’t waged between Asher and Phin but rather their distant cousin who will stop at nothing for the crown.

The Incubus Agenda is Nick and Brody’s story.  Brody has just be accused of being a traitor to Glitnir and brought before the retriever for death and Nick is torn between wanting to save him and outing himself as a member of the underground.

The Third Kingdom…the prophecy that was spoken of almost a thousand years ago is about to come to pass.  Old jealousy and hatred are about to come to ahead in an epic battle between Glitnir and the Underground.  This all came down to one man’s selfishness and greed for power and a love he couldn’t have.

Stick with the series the overall story outshines the individual stories. Like I said before seems like some very key things take place outside of the books.  Things I think would have been a little more interesting than some of the smexy scenes.  Don’t get me wrong the smexy scenes are smoken hot!  But I’d really like to know about Conner’s family,  and what really made Ludvik go batshit  over Ethan, was it his magic or lust/love?

3.5 stars

Happy reading,

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About R.J. Scott

RJ Scott has been writing since age six, when she was made to stay in at lunchtime for an infraction involving cookies. She was told to write a story and two sides of paper about a trapped princess later, a lover of writing was born.

As an avid reader herself, she can be found reading anything from thrillers to sci-fi to horror. However, her first real true love will always be the world of romance where she takes cowboys, bodyguards, firemen and billionaires (to name a few) and writes dramatic and romantic stories of love and passion between these men.

With over sixty titles to her name and counting, she is the author of the award winning book, The Christmas Throwaway.  She is also known for the Texas series charting the lives of Riley and Jack, and the Sanctuary series following the work of the Sanctuary Foundation and the people it protects.

Her goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.

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Blog Tour with Excerpt & Giveaway: Conflicted by Louise Lyons

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The Blurb…

Two competing gangs of car and drag racing enthusiasts with a shared history of pain and rivalry leading to outright hatred. Two men from opposite sides of the tracks, yet more in common than they’d like to admit.

Paul Appleton is a troubled man who has never been in a relationship, having lost everyone he cared for in his life. His mother died when he was very young and subsequently, he lost his brother and his best friend. Now Paul is convinced love will always end in tears.

Greg was living on the streets after his parents died and was stabbed by a junkie, ending up in hospital. The Buchanans took Greg under their wing while doing charity work, and Greg joined their loving family when he was adopted. He and his siblings are also car enthusiasts with much more money and therefore better cars than Paul Appleton’s gang.

When they eventually find a connection, Paul fights his feelings and tries to convince himself his lover is only a temporary bit of fun, but Greg has other ideas.

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Excerpt

Greg went to the bar to get a beer and was just handing over the money when he noticed the very man he had been hoping to avoid was right next to him, nursing his own bottle of Budweiser.

“I thought you went to a bar in Stevenage,” Paul commented without looking at Greg.

“I couldn’t be bothered driving over there tonight,” Greg said and gulped some of his beer. He leaned against the bar and glanced at Paul. His gray T-shirt looked about three sizes too small and only emphasized the size of his shoulders and broad back. Intentional, no doubt. His faded jeans were even tighter, and clung to his muscular thighs and firm ass as if they were painted on. Damn, he was hot, and Greg wanted to kick himself for thinking that.

“Not even in the new car?” Paul turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. His eyes were deep brown and piercing, as if he were looking into Greg rather than at him.

“Not tonight.”

“Nice, by the way. Shame we don’t all have rich parents to shower us with toys like that.”

It was just what Greg expected – a brief compliment quickly crushed by an insult. He was immediately pissed.

“You know nothing about it,” he growled.

Paul shrugged. “I can’t blame you. I wouldn’t have said no either.”

“Listen, Appleton, I won’t pretend I’m not smug as hell driving around in an R34, but I didn’t ask for it and to be honest, I would rather have bought a car I can afford with my own money, which I do earn, by the way. I don’t just live off of them like a fucking leech!”

“Alright, chill, I’m sorry,” Paul said.

“Yeah, well, it gets up my nose that people think I’m rich and spoiled when I work hard like anybody else. I can’t help the fact that I got adopted by the Buchanans. I came from an ordinary family, same as most people, even you.”

“My family was anything but ordinary,” Paul grumbled. “So how come you were adopted anyway?”

“You actually want to know?” Greg asked in surprise.

“Yeah, why not?”

“Okay, we might as well get a seat, then.” Greg turned away from the bar and headed for a corner away from the main bustle, leaving Paul to follow if he felt like it. Greg wasn’t particularly delighted by the prospect of spending more time with him, but since he was here, there wasn’t much else Greg could do. Annoyingly, his pulse sped up as he made his way to an unoccupied corner bench and sat down. He chewed his lip. Paul was still at the bar, speaking to someone he apparently knew, but a moment later, he moved away and walked toward Greg. Fuck, those jeans were tight, and Greg would have bet Paul had no underwear on either.

Jesus, don’t stare. He shifted his eyes up – to bulging pecs. Heat rushed to his groin, and he tried to think about something else. The last thing he wanted was a hard-on, but too long with no fun except for his own hands, and now the company of the hottest guy in the pub, had him stiffening regardless. Greg wondered what the chances were. Would Paul be up for it? Greg knew nothing about him, but he couldn’t imagine him being shy. Greg would bet Paul would shag anything that looked twice at him – or certainly play around with them.

“So? You were going to tell me where you came from,” Paul prompted, dropping onto the seat a little distance away, facing Greg.

“Uh…um…yeah, well, my parents were just ordinary – my dad was a builder and my mum was a waitress. They died in a car crash when I was sixteen.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Paul said with a frown. “Did they treat you okay?”

“My parents? Of course, why wouldn’t they?” That comment puzzled Greg, but he carried on talking. Anything to stop himself imagining Paul’s hand, which was gripping his beer bottle, wrapped around Greg’s cock instead. “They had a huge mortgage, the house got repossessed after they died, and the system didn’t want to know. I lived on the streets for a year, then ended up in hospital, and Agnes Buchanan, who was there doing charity work, took pity on me. And the rest is history.”

“That was lucky.” Paul nodded. “What put you in hospital?”

“A bloke with a knife.”

“Shit.”

“So, how did you end up living with…Stewart Sanders, is it?” Greg asked.

“It’s a long story,” Paul grunted. “I left home when I was sixteen, and he and Abby took me in.”

“Why did you leave?”

Paul scowled and drained the rest of his beer before answering. “It’s not important.”

“Humor me,” Greg said, genuinely interested.

“I’m not here to entertain you!” Paul snapped and got to his feet.

“Hey…” Greg protested. Hell, the guy had a chip on his shoulder. A huge chip. And he was about to walk away from Greg just when he was beginning to convince himself that they were getting along, and that he might possibly get his hand inside those tight jeans later. But Paul was already walking to the bar.

“Shit!” Greg growled under his breath. He was annoyed that Paul walked away and more annoyed still that he was disappointed. It had seemed like they might be starting to move past what happened at Octane, and Greg hoped the stupid feud might have been forgotten too.

Paul hadn’t gone far. He had wedged himself between two men at the bar and was waiting to be served another drink. Greg stared at his ass until he turned around again and then quickly dropped his eyes and pretended interest in the last mouthful of beer in his bottle.

“Sorry.” Paul appeared at the other side of the table, placed a fresh bottle of Bud in front of Greg, and then stepped over his legs and took up his original seat, maybe a foot closer to Greg than before.

“No, I’m sorry. I suppose I come across as if I’m prying, but really, I’m just interested.”

The corner of Paul’s mouth twitched up slightly into a hint of a smile. “Just don’t ask me about family.”

“Okay. So can I ask about your job at the club? Don’t they need you on a Friday night?”

“They rotate the weekend days off. It’s my first in the month I’ve been there. It’s a good job – decent pay too, better than the shitty warehouse I was in before.”

“Yeah, I imagine bouncers get paid pretty well.” Greg nodded. “Do you have to use your fists much?” Damn, Greg, what the hell did you say that for? He cursed himself.

Paul grinned. “Not really. You get more trouble with drunken girls trying to slobber all over you.” He pulled a face. “If there’s real trouble, you diffuse it rather than add to it. I do kickboxing and jujitsu to help with that.”

“Cool,” Greg said. It was something they had in common. “I did kickboxing for a few years. I’ve been thinking about taking up something else too.”

Paul nodded and took another drink. Greg watched the movement of his throat as he swallowed and imagined his lips were wrapped around his cock instead of the bottle. He shifted awkwardly and rested his arm across his lap, hoping not to draw attention to the fact that he was getting uncomfortably hard. Paul lowered the bottle, and his eyes slid from Greg’s face, down his chest, and fixed on exactly what he was hoping Paul wouldn’t look at. He grinned and trapped the tip of his tongue between his teeth. Oh fuck. He was checking Greg out and way more obviously than Greg was checking him.

Should Greg ignore it, or go with it? Did he seriously want to get off with Paul? How difficult would that make things if they ran into each other at shows or something in the future? What the hell would the family say if they found out? What on earth was Greg thinking when he considered taking a chance with a person who went out of his way to make trouble for himself and others?

Greg thought for another minute and realized that it was going to be the only chance he had, at least for that evening. Besides, who was going to know? Paul didn’t want anyone finding out about him anymore than Greg did.

“What are you looking at?” Greg grunted as a way of starting a sort of flirting interaction.

“Isn’t it obvious? Like my company, do you?” Paul responded.

“It seems like it, doesn’t it?”

Paul arched an eyebrow and leaned back. He shifted his ass forward on the seat and drew attention to the fact that the ridiculously tight jeans were virtually crushing him. Greg could make out the head of his cock pushing against the fabric. He wondered if it was his imagination or if he was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life.

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Louise Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy. Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of eight, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered FanFiction in her late twenties.

Posting stories based on some of her favorite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing “hobby” more seriously.

Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad Dobermann, and a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider, and loves to run long-distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races into the house afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes.

Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and joy, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.

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★★★ Artificial Moonlight by A.J. Llewellyn and D.J. Manly ★★★

 

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Artificial Moonlight

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A.J. Llewellyn and D.J. Manly

Publisher: Amber Allure

 The blurb

 

Diego Champagne, Sergeant in Arms for the Louisiana Banni motorcycle gang, has grown up tough—half French, half Creole, and all male. Diego loves men, but keeps his sex life on the down-low…until he meets Colby Young, that is.

Colby carries his own baggage. He has his own reasons for not believing in love—reasons he doesn’t share—and he sure as the devil doesn’t like it when he’s forced to accept help from anyone.

When Diego intervenes in a bar brawl during a motorbike rally and saves Colby and his best friend, Spider McGraw, leader of the rival gang Death Proof, it begins to look as if Colby and Diego are going to be joined at the hip. Somebody puts a hit out on Colby, and Spider’s up to his neck in mayhem. When the Banni offer their protection to advance their own game, Colby begins to wonder: is love like artificial moonlight, seductive yet false? Or is it powerful and true, something for which he might risk everything…maybe even his life?

 

Our thoughts

 

Artificial Moonlight was my first foray into biker gang romances but having heard a lot about one of the authors, DJ Manly, I was intrigued enough to give it a try. A.M. tells the story of Diego and Colby who are part of different biker gangs, both in Austin for a rally.

While both characters are interesting, the story can get a bit muddled and feel broken due to the fact that it is told in the first person from both Diego and Colby. I will be the first to admit that I don’t know much about biker gangs but I did find it hard to believe that there would be so many gay men in a single gang.

All my disbelief aside, the story was compelling, the sex was hot, hot, hot and left the promise of more fun to come. Artificial Moonlight is a short story that’s worth the read.

 Jessica x

 

You can buy ‘Artificial Moonlight’ here.

 

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