INTERVIEW: Susan Mac Nicol

Susan has a new book out. It’s the second in her Men of London series. We’ve used the opportunity to ask Susan to answer some questions and she’s provided some very honest and personal answers. Thank you for sharing with us Susan.



Hi Susan, Thanks for joining us today and congratulations on the release of Sight and Sinners, the second book in your Men of London series. I’ve had the pleasure of reading the book and loved it!

I’d love to know a little more about your writing process and habits so I hope you don’t mind answering some questions.

Do you find it more challenging to write the first book in a series or to write the subsequent novels?

Susan: It’s a challenge to write a series and something I’ve had to spend a little time getting my head around. When you write a standalone novel, it’s just the main MC’s and the support characters. In a series, you need to introduce the next characters, give them enough believability in the preceding book without giving away too much detail, and do a lot of foreshadowing to create an interest in them. You also have to remember what you said, what they looked like, how old they were, what their situation was etc so you can follow it through. It’s fun but as I said, challenging.

On a typical day, how much time would you spend writing? What are you doing the rest of the time?

Susan: I used to spend close to four-five hours writing , then another two or three doing promotional work, writing blog posts and generally getting the word out about my books. Now I’ve slowed down, I’m not sure why. It’s as if the initial creative spurt I had writing close to ten full length books in the space of 18 months has come to an end and I’m now in slow motion. It frustrates the crap out of me, to be honest. I want those days back, when I could sit down and write for hours even while holding down a day job. I honestly don’t know why my writing has slowed down. I guess life has gotten more in the way than I thought.

Describe your writing environment.

Susan – I’m incredibly fortunate to be able to write anywhere. The last twelve books were all written in my old home in Bocking, you can see my writing space in the picture. Now I write at my dining room table, or at work in my lunch time when I’m at my desk. I enjoy the noise around me, and am not fond of locking myself away in a study on my own to write. I wear my earphones, switch on the music and simply ignore everyone. They know not to bug me when I’m writing. My daughter tells everyone ‘not to poke the bear in the cave’ for fear of having limbs torn off.

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Draven or Taylor? Does one of these men hold a special place in your heart?

Susan – Draven is probably one I identify with the most in this story. He has a situation in his life with his little brother Jude, similar to one I had with my younger sister, Carol. She was in hospital for a long time, wasting away.  She was an alcoholic, determined to end her life and there was nothing we could do to save her. She was simply made comfortable in hospital during her last few months and then slipped away one day. I can totally empathise with Draven and the choices he faced in the end.

What else can we expect from the Men or London series? Are there any secrets you can share with your readers?

Susan – Oooh, well, let’s see. You are already personally privy to the next book in the series, which is Leslie’s story and how he meets Oliver Brown aka Nicky Starr, retired porn actor :) You share a name.. I think you might be pleasantly surprised at what’s in store with Nicky.

Without giving away too much, also getting their own stories is Clay, who you’ll meet in Sight and Sinners, a cross dresser called Laverne (real name Lenny ,who you’ll be introduced to in Leslie’s story) , and the high flying Maxwell, air steward extraordinaire. He and Oliver are occasional f*** buddies so they have a bit of a history…

I’m honoured to have my name appear in one of your books. Thank you. <3

What book is currently on your bedside table?

Susan - Currently it would be a huge tome called ‘Spangle’ by Gary Jennings. It’s a sweeping epic of life in a circus, not an M/M romance or any sort of romance, just a historical saga. I read it in between my M/M reads, absorbing the wonderfully atmospheric story little by little. There’s a reason I’m reading it; it’s all to do with another book I’m plotting.

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 From Charing Cross to Waterloo, there’s no escaping love.


28-year-old Draven Samuels has a tragic past, but as an investigator with a high-profile London company he now gets what he wants. Tough, sarcastic, and sceptical, he has no patience for lies and even less for people who waste his time. Even if they’re as beautiful as the wild and dark-haired Taylor Abelard. Especially when they’re talking over the body of a murder victim.


Psychic Taylor Abelard is used to people calling him a freak. He can see past events and feel the ghostly vibrations of people close to him who’ve passed on. It’s why he doesn’t get too close to the living. But this time, against his better judgment, despite Draven’s mocking rejoinders, Taylor will get closer than ever before. The mystery surrounding a dead friend will lead the two men down a dark and seedy trail of blackmail and lies. Add in the heartbreak of a family tragedy, and events lead them straight into each other’s arms. By the end of this night, all their demons will have risen—and been banished with the dawn.


The man Taylor was blowing definitely didn’t know how the hell to keep quiet. Taylor’s lips were wrapped around his dick, while above him a man stood, panting and moaning, turning the air blue with his curses. Taylor stopped what he was doing, causing the blowjob recipient to groan in dismay, and glared at the sweaty face above him.

“For Christ’s sake, Georgie, can you stop it with the fucking porn noises?” He glanced around him nervously. “This is where I work, damn it, and if anyone hears you they’ll come outside to see what all the fuss is about.”

Georgie’s wide eyes cast a quick glance around the deserted alleyway behind ‘Music Mayhem’ where Taylor was employed, then looked down at Taylor kneeling between his legs.

“Sorry, mate, it’s just that you’re so damn good at this and it’s been a while.”


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Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, self confessed geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…

She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason.  She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.

Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots.

In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.

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COVER REVEAL: Closet Confession by Kindle Alexander

Night Shift, Dirty Things Happen in the Dark, is an anthology being released on 17th March. All proceeds go to charity:

Pancreatic Cancer Action Network
Suicide Prevention – Keith Milano Memorial Fund
Nashville Predators Foundation

Check out the cover for Kindle Alexander‘s story, Closet Confession. It’s gorgeous.

Title:  Closet Confession

Series: Night Shift Dirty Things Happen in the Dark Anthology

Author: Kindle Alexander

Release Date: March 17, 2015

Dr. Derek Babineaux is intelligent, dedicated, and one of the best ER physicians in the fast-paced world of critical care at Tulane Medical in New Orleans. Always on top of his game, he’s thrown off balance when the newest staff member finally unleashes his hidden desires.
Justin Delacroix’s job at the inner city’s busiest hospital might be just what he needs to ease back into civilian life after a long stint in the military. High-preforming shifts make working as a trauma nurse at TMC the perfect way to utilize his skills and quick reaction times. There’s only one problem, his attraction for one sexy ER doctor is off the charts, but he has his reasons for not returning Dr. Baby’s night shift advances. Or maybe he doesn’t.


Best Selling, and newly award winning Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next! Happily married with too many children, and dogs, living in the suburbs of Dallas.
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes can be a tricky deal. I don’t want to offend anyone and humor tends to offend. So instead, I’m going to tell you about Kindle.
I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.
That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you imagine times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have her ripped away so suddenly broke me.
Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon announced their brand new ereader. She had no idea the Kindle was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it…Never happened.
Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to know my writing partner. I would have never gotten through those dark days without her unwavering support and guidance. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. For the first time, I used the hand offered. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her. It takes a special person to stand beside someone at a time like that. I will love her forever. I could go on and on about both of them, but I won’t and now you know a little more About Us.

Get to know Annabeth Albert! (with GIVEAWAY)


Served Hot

by Annabeth Albert

First in the new Portland Heat series!

Release Date: March 3, 2015

Publisher: Kensington Publishing/Lyrical Press


In Portland, Oregon, the only thing hotter than the coffee shops, restaurants, and bakeries are the hard-working men who serve it up—hot, fresh, and ready to go—with no reservations…

Robby is a self-employed barista with a busy coffee cart, a warm smile, and a major crush on one of his customers. David is a handsome finance director who works nearby, eats lunch by himself, and expects nothing but “the usual”—small vanilla latte—from the cute guy in the cart. But when David shows up for his first Portland Pride festival, Robby works up the nerve to take their slow-brewing relationship to the next level. David, however, is newly out and single, still grieving the loss of his longtime lover, and unsure if he’s ready to date again. Yet with every fresh latte, sweet exchange—and near hook-up—David and Robby go from simmering to steaming to piping hot. The question is: Will someone get burned?

First in the new Portland Heat series!

Served Hot


A little idea niggled at my brain—like an evil elf had tapped me on the shoulder. “You know, if you give me your card, I could call you if you leave your wallet behind again.”

There. His cheeks went dusky pink. I finally got a blush out of him, but hell if I could decipher what it meant. I could predict people’s taste in coffee, down to preferred syrup flavor, but I still sucked at decoding anything as complex as human emotions.

“Ah. Um.” He did the nervous cough thing again.

“Never mind.” I wiped my hands on my apron. “I’d better get back.”

“Wait.” He opened the wallet, plucked out a white card with a blue logo, and offered it to me. His broad fingers brushed mine again as he handed it over. Another barely there touch, but I felt the charge all the way down my spine, like I’d chugged a triple shot.

My breath tripped with wishing he’d add a “call me anytime.” Brian would have. But David just stood there silently. Straighter than the Fremont Bridge and denser than a concrete pylon.

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What inspired you to write in the first place?

I’ve always had stories rattling around in my head. I can’t remember ever not living with stories and characters.

What’s the hardest step for you as a writer? Planning? Writing? Editing? Something else?

Drafting the middle section of a book.

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About the Author

Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of

romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-

published Pacific Northwest romance writer.

Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding

happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter.  In between searching out dark

heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two toddlers.

Represented by Saritza Hernandez of the Corvisiero Literary Agency

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Excerpt and Giveaway: Sue Brown’s Frankie’s Series


Frankie & Al is the first book of Sue Brown’s Frankie’s series. I really enjoyed the book. It was easy to read with nice appealing characters. I related to the corporate components of the story – I’m sure I’ve worked in an office just like Frankie’s and been sent off to similar team-building retreats! The stand out for me was the humour in the story. Frankie was cute and Carol was a blast. This was a light and fun story.

Below is an excerpt. Do check it out as I really think you’ll enjoy it.

There’s also a Giveaway and a sneak peak at Anthony & Leo, book 3 in the series!



A Novella in Frankie’s Series

Dumped by his boyfriend, Frankie Mason goes out with the girls, gets totally trashed, and ends his night by falling in front of a taxi. He’s rescued by a man with beautiful green eyes who takes care of him until he’s put into an ambulance. Frankie curses himself as he realizes he doesn’t have the man’s phone number. Still in pain a few days later, he is dragged out to a club only to be saved by Green Eyes once more. This time, he isn’t letting the man go.

Unfortunately Frankie has to attend a team-building exercise, nicknamed Womb Weekend, organized by his company. Al is working so he doesn’t mind, until he discovers who the team leader is. Al has a lot of explaining to do!


ONE OF the joys of working in a large insurance company was that Frankie had a Monday-to-Friday job processing new insurance policies. He waved good-bye at five o’clock Friday evening and didn’t have to think about work or his colleagues until eight thirty Monday morning.

Until the day Frankie opened the e-mail from Human Resources. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Charlotte looked over from her desk. “What?”

“They’re sending me on a team-building exercise.” He didn’t appreciate Charlotte’s chuckle. “Winning Ways? What the fuck is that?”

“You’ve been caught. They get us all in the end. You get to spend the weekend in a swanky hotel, building egg wombs and sucking up to managers. Don’t sweat it. You’ll enjoy it.”

“Don’t bank on it,” he muttered. “Wait, egg what?”

“Egg wombs. You know.” At Frankie’s frown, she said, “You have to drop the egg out of a window without it cracking, using only a plastic bag and a cup.”

“Is that what they really call it?”

She shrugged. “Who knows? That’s what you’ve got to do. And the sucking up to the managers. They give you the ‘We’re all equal here. Call me Jeff’ speech but you know they’re just spying on everything you do.”

It was Frankie’s recurring nightmare—to be stuck in a small room with his colleagues and not be able to get away. He got that five days a week but at the weekend as well? “Karma’s a bitch.”

“What have you done?”

“Do you want the list?”

“You’ve been that bad?”

“Probably worse,” he admitted.

She smirked at him. “Frankie’s been a bad, bad boy, and now he is going to get his bottom spanked?”

“I wouldn’t mind if it was that sort of weekend.” Frankie grinned as Charlotte’s cheeks crimsoned. “Gotcha!”

“You’re wicked,” she said. “My mother warned me about boys like you.”

“My mother warned me about boys like me too. They sounded much more fun than the good, church-going boys she wanted me to meet.”

She gave him an odd look. “She knew you were gay back then?”

He rolled his eyes. “Girl, look at me. Could anyone not realize I’m gay?”

“You have a point.”

Frankie’s mum said it was obvious he was gay from the moment he came out of the womb. According to her description, Frankie flounced out to the song on the radio. Frankie thought that being born to Kylie must have been prophetic. It could have been worse—he might have been born to Meat Loaf.

“When are you going on the exercise?”

Frankie scanned the e-mail. “Next month. They’ve got a dropout and they want me to fill in.”

“Can you go?”

Frankie shrugged. “It’s not like my calendar is full or anything.” It would give him something to do. Since Chaz had thrown him out, his social life consisted of clubbing with Jonno or staring at the walls in his tiny flat, eating ready meals he could ill afford and wishing he had Sky TV instead of Freeview. “It might be fun.”

She gave him a dubious look. “Your life really is boring at the moment, isn’t it?”

“You have no idea.”

“Why don’t you come out with me and the girls? We’re going to try that new club in town.”

“Uh, gay, remember?”

“Uh, gay club, remember?”

He frowned. “There’s a new gay club in town? In this dump of a town?”

“God, Frankie, you really are out of it. It opened a couple of weeks ago. It’s near Primark, over the slappers’ shop.”

“I didn’t know. Anyway, why’re you going to a gay club?”

“Ignorance is no excuse, and I’m going to a gay club because most of my mates are dykes and the rest of us are married. It suits us fine not to be hit on by sleazebags. Anyway, the booze is cheaper and the music’s better.”

“How did you end up with lesbians for friends?”

Charlotte grinned at him. “Some of us aren’t narrow-minded little pricks like some people I could mention.”

“You mean….”


She did a dramatic head roll to their manager who sat not ten feet away, oblivious to their conversation. Ed Winters was a 1950s Tory poster boy. He disliked women, black people, anyone from the Indian subcontinent, curry, the French, the Irish, dogs, and particularly hom-o-sex-uals—he always enunciated the word as if a bad smell was under his nose.

Frankie grinned at her. Taking the piss out of Ed was one of the few joys in his life. “I’m on for the club. You say where and when.”

Maybe he needed a change from the scene with Jonno. Those clubs were hook-up sites, and much as he needed action, he needed fun. God, he really needed some fun.

“Done. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure the straight girls don’t treat you like their pet poodle for the evening.”

He shrugged. “They can be my bitches.”

“They’ll love it. Do you want to bring the leashes?”

“I worry about you sometimes.”

Charlotte tossed her hair. “You love it.”

“Hell yeah!”

“Mr. Mason, Ms. Tiller, is something wrong?” Winters peered over his frameless glasses to stare at them.

They shook their heads and smirked at each other when he scowled and turned away.

Frankie looked at the files on his desk, and the e-mail telling him he had to play nice for a weekend. Charlotte was one bright sparkle in a sea of beige and gray. He pecked disconsolately at the keyboard. “Okay, I’ve confirmed my attendance at the egg womb thing. Now you take me out.”

Charlotte looked up from her phone. “Friday? The girls can’t wait to meet you.”

Frankie nodded. “I’m all yours.”

“Ah baby, if only that were true.” Charlotte blew him a kiss and turned her attention back to her own work.

Hmmm, a new club, potential new meat. Frankie needed something new to wear. He might be short of cash, but he could work that budget. Frankie rocked at the vintage look.


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BLURB: Watching Marchant train his new sub leaves Tony unhappy at not having found a Dom of his own. Running Marchant’s BDSM club, Tony sees who the Doms prefer and it isn’t him—too big, too old, and too hairy. When his friend Jordan suggests he look outside the club, Tony’s mind turns to Leo, a man he met in a traffic jam. Tony manages to arrange a date and happily learns Leo is funny, very toppy, and not averse to Tony’s lifestyle. As a bonus, Leo sells sex toys.

When tragedy strikes the club, Tony fears he can’t help the mourning club members, but Leo offers his unwavering support. After such a tough start, Tony believes Leo is the Dom he’s been looking for… until he catches him kissing another man.

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About the Author

Author picSue Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn’t following their orders, she can be found plotting at her laptop. In fact she hides so she can plot and has gotten expert at ignoring the orders.

Sue discovered M/M erotica at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favorite television series. The series was boring; the kissing was not. She may be late to the party, but she’s made up for it since, writing fan fiction until she was brave enough to venture out into the world of original fiction.


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ARC REVIEW with GIVEAWAY: A Taste of You by Irene Preston


Our lovely friend Lily agreed it was a shame we weren’t posting many reviews anymore. And good news, she’s agreed to step in and share some of thoughts on the books she’s read.

The first book she read was, A Taste of You by Irene Preston and she loved it.

Don’t forget to keep an eye out for a Guest Post from Irene Preston. She’s visiting Two Men on 11th March.

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A Taste of You

 A Taste of You by Irene Preston

Coming March 10, 2015 from Fated Desires

Contemporary LGBT romance (m/m)

146 pages

The Blurb

Hell’s Kitchen has nothing on the flames Giancarlo and Garrett ignite at Restaurant Ransom…
Garrett Ransom is America’s hot chef du jour. He has a Michelin-starred restaurant in New York City, a hit reality TV show, and a new man in his bed every week. Yes, he secretly thinks his business partner, Giancarlo “Carlo” Rotolo, is hotter than a ghost pepper, but he would never jeopardize their friendship with a fling. Then Garrett overhears some juicy gossip among the crew and realizes he’ll have to break Giancarlo’s cardinal rule, no banging the staff – for Carlo’s own good, of course. Just a taste of Carlo should be plenty. Long-term relationships aren’t on Garrett’s menu.
Giancarlo’s been in love with Garrett forever. He’s sure Garrett will eventually realize they are destined to be more than business partners. But when Garrett installs his latest boyfriend as their new chef d’cuisine and announces plans to leave Carlo in New York while he opens a second restaurant on the west coast, Carlo is forced to re-evaluate his life.
Can a high-strung British chef and a nice Italian boy from Brooklyn find the perfect fusion of fine-dining and family-style?

Review by Lily

This culinary decadent and gay romance story was beautiful from the first page till the very last one. The story line reflects passion for life driven through one’s five senses through to the heart and mind.

Both Garrett and Carlos were absolutely lovable for me and it felt real too. Garrett for all his quirks, he was a very wounded soul, emotionally stunted, with some significant attachment issues. He was insightless about how much he cared for those around him. For example he fed and pampered a cat, which he never actually owned, he just protected, fed and brought the cat to his bed…or the way he talked with Carlos’ little niece about passion for cooking was another example of how caring he was but never thought himself that way. He was brutally honest with the little girl who made her brownie but he also understood this little child’s passion for cooking, hence he continued talking and discussing the ingredients.  He had some significant OCD traits in the kitchen area and he was deep down very lonely. It is no wonder I loved him. He was the ultimate wounded hero for me to adore a HEA story.

I guess one part in the story that left me puzzled was Garrett’s parents. They very briefly appeared in the story and quickly disappeared. These were the parents that left Garrett emotionally scarred so I wish I had more to read about the dynamics between Garrett and his parents. For me, that part in the story was unclear but this did not lessen my pleasure or captivation of the story. Garrett touched my heart a lot and left me feeling choked at times, especially with his inability to express himself like he wanted to, but did not know where to start from or even how to start. I felt so glad and relieved that the writer created Carlos for him.

Carlos is exactly the right man for Garrett. He was intensely loyal, kind, patient, and empathic. He was like a safe haven for Garrett. He simply grounded Garrett.

As I was reading I felt like I was at a cinema watching a movie called “A Taste of You”. It was so easy for me to visualize those awesome meals from the pea soup or the meat balls sub that Garett detested so much. Even though, I am not a good cook and would practically eat anything that is vegetarian, reading this book made me wish I had the love of cooking or the interest…since I did not have either, reading this story made me feel like I knew about the love of cooking.

I thought the dialogue was engaging and fluent. The plot is very detailed yet easy to follow. I love the writer’s style of weaving her story with such aplomb. The angst, the gentle humor, pulse increasing sensuality, romance, and love were simply oozing out of the pages for me.

RATING: 4.5 stars


Screw “not too eager.” His legs must have moved, but Giancarlo couldn’t have said how he got from Point A to Point B. He knew only that Garrett was home, and they were together again. They were doing their usual greeting, a mash-up of a bro-hug and a more European double-cheek air kiss. And how had two gay men come up with something so awkward?

Or maybe it wasn’t awkward to anyone but Carlo because he didn’t want the bro-hug or “air kisses.” He wanted to sweep Garrett into his arms and soul kiss him until they were both dizzy and panting. He wanted the real damn thing.

Instead, he held himself awkwardly rigid while he leaned in to welcome his best friend home—upper half only on the hug so an indiscrete brush of thigh wouldn’t reveal exactly how happy he was to see his business partner. He inhaled carefully on the second kiss, and his knees nearly buckled. Garrett was the only chef he knew who never seemed to smell like his kitchen. No fish. No beef. No spices. Never in a million years the fry station. Garrett smelled sweet—warm cookies, vanilla, and sugar—like he should have been the pastry chef instead of Grace. The aroma always blindsided Giancarlo. Garrett wasn’t known for sweet. The scent was a secret thing. The Garrett no one knew but him.


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BOOK BLAST: Best Chance by Aria Grace




Vinnie is happy as a bartender at Ray’s and not looking for anything serious to complicate his life. He has great friends and a simple life. When Chance comes into his bar, he brings more than just memories of the summer they spent together in high school. The widower has a fifteen month old son that could change everything for Vinnie, if he’s willing to take the chance.


“It’s not exactly the penthouse, but it’s home.” I reach back for Chance’s wrist and tug him in behind me.
“I didn’t come here for the amenities,” he says, resting his hand on my hip and squeezing.
“No?” I turn so his arm is wrapped around my waist. “What did you come for?”
My face is inches from his. His warm breath washes over me as I stare into those desperate eyes.
“This.” Chance’s eyes drop to my mouth as his head tilts and he leans into me. As soon as his full lips close over mine, I want to sing. I instinctively open my mouth to accept his tongue as it lightly brushes over mine. We aren’t tentative kids anymore. We’ve both had time to perfect our techniques over the years so by the time I drag Chance into my room, I’ve touched every space in his mouth that I can reach.
Our hands aren’t left idle as we tug on clothes and pull down zippers until we’re both naked and panting on my bed.
“God, I’ve missed you, Vin,” Chance says against my chest as he drops kisses on my skin.


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BCBanner300x250Born and raised in Los Angeles, California, Aria enjoys the year round sunshine and laid back environment of the west coast. She lives with her husband and two children on a quiet hill that gives her lots of time to read and write. Her first series was a semi-traditional look at sexy gigs found online. She has now ventured into the exciting M/M world of gay erotica. She loves to hear from readers so please feel free to drop her a note or visit her at

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Winter’s Wolf by Tara Lain

Today we are thrilled to host Tara Lain’s Blog Tour for Winter’s Wolf and share with you a character bio. So read below to meet Matthew Partridge, who’s sure to become one of your favourite ‘human with a twist‘.


Winter’s Wolf 
(Tales of the Harker Pack #3)
By Tara Lain
Winter Thane was raised on the two cardinal rules of werewolf existence: don’t reveal yourself to humans under penalty of death, and there’s no such thing as a gay werewolf. It’s no surprise when his father drags him from his wild life in remote Canada back to Connecticut to meet his old pack in hopes it will persuade Winter to abandon his love of sex with human males. Of course Dad’s hopes are dashed when they come face-to-face with the gay werewolves in the Harker pack.
Winter takes one look at FBI agent, Matt Partridge, and decides bird is his favorite food. Partridge is embroiled in an investigation into drug dealing and the death of a fellow agent. He can’t let himself get distracted by the young, platinum-haired beast, but then Winter proves invaluable in the search for clues, a move that winds them both up in chains and facing imminent death. Winter quickly learns his father’s motives are questionable, the pack alphas are a bunch of pussies, humans aren’t quite what they seem, and nothing in the forests of Connecticut is pure except love.

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Character Bio – Meet Matthew Partridge

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Name: Matthew (Matt) Partridge

Species: Human, with a twist

Age:  27

Height:  6’1”

Weight: About 180 pounds, lean and toned

Hair color: Brown, cut short

Eye color:  Green and inquisitive

Education: college degree in law enforcement

Occupation: FBI agent rapidly promoted up the ranks

Born: In Connecticut

Family: Son of Jason Partridge, former police officer, now bedridden with a bad heart and schizophrenia

Special Skills: Analytical and intuitive, so is able to ferret out criminals

Sexual orientation: Gay

Personality: inquisitive, fiercely intelligent, devoted to his father, loves his job

Weaknesses – Believes he’s inherited his father’s mental illness, therefore tends to not trust some of his own decisions

Loves – Completely devoted to his father; falls in love with Winter Thane



Walk slowly. Look casual. Matt left the way he’d come—out the back door. When his feet hit dirt, he jogged away from the club and ducked behind the shed that had been built on the edge of the forest.
Going to die. Heart can’t beat this hard and survive.
He leaned against the shed and gasped for breath, but his cock had grown to the size of a monster, stealing all his oxygen. Think. What the fuck are you doing? No reasonable human being could believe that Winter Thane wanted Matt Partridge, so there had to be an ulterior motive. The dude had asked the marshal about him. For all Matt knew, Winter could be involved in the disappearance of the agent. Maybe he wanted to discredit Matt or—maybe he had something to do with the weird wolf stories. Jesus, the only man he’d ever seen who looked more like a wolf than Cole Harker had to be Winter Thane. Those eyes. Even his teeth were sharp. All the better to eat you with. He closed his eyes and banged his head against the metal siding. Those teeth scraping his cock—
“Dreaming of me?”
Matt’s eyes flew open. “Shit! How did you get here?”
He looked over his shoulder. “Like you said. Out the front, around the side.”
“But I didn’t hear you.”
He grinned. Oh yes, those teeth glistened. “I’m sneaky.”
Matt took a breath, pushed away from the shed, and walked a couple of steps toward the trees. Need distance. “Look. I don’t mean to lead you on, but I’m with the FBI and this isn’t a good idea—”
The hand that gripped his shoulder must have been iron. In one move, Winter grabbed him, pulled him against a body so hard and hot it penetrated Matt’s jacket on contact, hauled Matt’s head back, and covered his mouth in a devouring kiss.
Tongue. Teeth. Perfection.
Winter held Matt’s head both hard and gentle, like he wanted to control him but didn’t want to hurt him. Oh God, so nice. He tasted like beer and smelled like—what? Musky and clean at the same time, like Matt’s dog Buster when he was freshly washed. Man, he wanted to bury his nose in Winter’s neck like he did with Buster.


Winter reduced the speed and intensity of the kiss from fast food to a gourmet meal. He licked and nibbled, tasted and savored, his tongue a finely tuned instrument exploring every cranny of Matt’s mouth. He’d never been so completely kissed. So much so that even the screaming pressure of his cock couldn’t make him want Winter to move on. Matt twined his arms around Winter’s neck. Standing only six feet, he couldn’t get his cock to meet Winter’s, but the prod of that big rod against his belly made him want to beg. He pulled his mouth away an inch. “I should arrest you for carrying a lethal weapon.”



Tales of the Harker Pack Series




About the Author

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her best­selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.
She lives with her soul­mate husband and her soul­mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

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SUBMISSION CALLS: Wayward Ink Publishing




is seeking romantic M/M short stories

for our MEN IN UNIFORM anthology.

Whether you like your boys in blue keeping the… peace,

hot firemen dealing with… heat,

or aviators busy in their… cockpits.

We want to hear from you!

Perhaps you like your soldiers, your naval officers, or your naval pilots.

We don’t mind – we love them all!

LOL, we would even love to read about your guy(s) in their mascot uniform!

Your guy(s) are intergalactic warriors? No problem!

From the past? The future? Hell, yes! Bring them on!

Here’s the nuts and bolts:

Story length:  3000 and 15,000 words

(Manuscripts longer/shorter will be considered, but they will have to be mind-blowing!)

Submission Deadline:  4th September, 2015

Publication Date:  18th December, 2015

Guidelines:  Please refer to our Romance Submission Guidelines

Submission:  Please include the name of the anthology, as well as your name and story title in the subject line of your email.

Please note:  Wayward Ink Publishing DOES NOT accept submissions that are derogatory to any ethnic, religious, or social group, nor any containing incest, bestiality, scat etc.



WAYWARD INK PUBLISHING is seeking romantic M/M short stories

for our THREE’S NOT A CROWD anthology.

Why would anyone think three was a crowd?

No. No. No. No. No.

Three is a triangle…

and did you know it’s the strongest geometrical shape?

All the best things come in threes…

Muskateers, Primary colors, three-ringed circuses, stooges, blind mice, little pigs. The list goes on.

Of course they say trouble comes in three too…

but we won’t go there… or will we?

**giggle** There’s three sheets to the wind.

And **sigh** there’s three piece suits.

And trust us, it’s no coincidence that there are three ingredients in a BLT.

Or only three elements to the game Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Want to get physical??? Well, there’s…

three-legged races… (what were you thinking?)

Political? Of the people, by the people, for the people.

Or creepy? Hear no evil. Speak no evil. See no evil.

Why, three has so much going for it we don’t even need to mention a…

1………… / 2………… / 3………… sandwich

(substitute your own dream guys)

And of course, there’s: On your Mark. Get Set. And go!

So GO! Go write a short story for THREE’S NOT A CROWD

Here’s the nuts and bolts:

Story length:  3000 and 15,000 words

(Manuscripts longer/shorter will be considered, but they will have to be mind-blowing!)

Submission Deadline:  5th June, 2015

Publication Date:  18th September, 2015

Guidelines:  Please refer to our Romance Submission Guidelines

Submission:  Please include the name of the anthology, as well as your name and story title in the subject line of your email.

Please note:  Wayward Ink Publishing DOES NOT accept submissions that are derogatory to any ethnic, religious, or social group, nor any containing incest, bestiality, scat etc.

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Guest Post, Excerpt and Giveaway! Winging It by Ashlyn Kane and Morgan James

Join us as Ashlyn Kane and Morgan James share with us the secrets of their co-writing process!

Winging It

by Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James


Gabe Martin has a simple life plan: get into the NHL and win the Stanley Cup. It doesn’t include being the first out hockey player or, worse, getting involved with one of his teammates. But things change.

Dante Baltierra is Gabe’s polar opposite—careless, reckless… shameless. But his dedication to the sport is impressive, and Gabe can overlook a lot of young-and-stupid in the name of great hockey. And Dante has a superlative ass in a sport filled with superlative asses.

Before Gabe can figure out how to deal, a tabloid throws him out of his comfortable closet into a brand-new world. Amid the emotional turmoil of invasive questions, nasty speculation, and on- and off-ice homophobia, his game suffers.

Surprisingly, it’s Dante who drags him out of it—and then drags him into something else. Nothing good can come of secretly sleeping with a teammate, especially one Gabe has feelings for. But with their captain out with an injury, a rookie in perpetual need of a hug, and the race to make the playoffs for the first time since 1995, Gabe has a lot on his plate.

He can’t be blamed for forgetting that nothing stays secret forever.

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While Morgan and Ashlyn where here, we asked them about the cowriting process…

The Cowriting Process

Morgan: I used to wonder how two people could write a book together. The idea was ridiculous—it’s not as if they can both hold the pen. But now that Ashlyn and I have published four books together, I find it difficult to imagine a day when I won’t want to write with her.

Ashlyn: Awww, ditto. It’s nice to be loved.

Morgan: Our plots have always been collaborative ventures. We talk about where we want the story to go in broad terms and who we imagine our cast of characters to be, but we also linger over details. For our first two books, we went away and wrote whole sections or chapters solo (for our first novel, we each picked a character and wrote all the content from their point of view), but after we got about 30,000 words through our third novel (as yet unpublished because self-editing is hard) and stalled out for several months, we changed our process.

Ashlyn: Self-editing is hard, and so are superhero novels. Contemporary romance rolls off the fingers a little easier!

Morgan: These days we tag-team. We wrote Hard Feelings in six weeks by writing a thousand words at a time (give or take, depending on how talkative our muses were). Not only is it faster for us, but it’s a heck of a lot more fun.

Ashlyn: There’s nothing quite like the instant gratification of having someone squee over what you wrote five minutes after you wrote it. It’s motivating.

Morgan: When it comes to reading and writing, Ashlyn and I have very similar tastes. We seldom disagree about what’s good and what isn’t. We are, dare I say it, totally drift compatible.

We spend a lot of time on instant message chats and in e-mails flailing at each other about plot. Madly typing out our next ideas, often forgetting punctuation, sometimes employing all caps. Or ranting about how the characters just won’t do what we want!

Winging It was written in this style. I wrote a thousand words, then Ashlyn wrote a thousand, and so on. Each of us edits the other’s work as we go—adding things in, deleting things, fine tuning—and then once the first draft is done, we each take a turn editing, once again adding, deleting, tweaking.

Ashlyn: I’ll be the first to admit I’m a tweaker. I’m very picky, so I’m lucky Morgan puts up with it, really. But I think the constant on-the-go editing of each other’s work is what helps us write books that feel seamless.

Sometimes the unthinkable happens and one of us accidentally writes the other into a corner. Then we talk about the problems, and sometimes a few hundred words get deleted to make way for the plot to move forward. Sometimes it goes back to whoever originally wrote it so they can solve the problem. It really depends.

Morgan: By the time we have a manuscript ready to send to the publisher, it’s difficult even for us to remember who wrote what. I remember once reading a piece from Neil Gaiman about Good Omens, in which he said that there were passages he and Terry Pratchett both insisted they’d written, and passages that both swore they hadn’t. I believe there was even the suggestion that parts of the novel wrote themselves. I’ll probably never again feel such kinship with him. I think that describes our process quite well.

Ashlyn: There have been a few times where I’ve said to Morgan while we’re proofreading a galley, “Good job, nice line!” or “I’m so pleased with myself for this one” only to have Morgan say, “Um, I didn’t write that” or “That was me.” It’s embarrassing, so in the future I think I’ll just stick to quoting the line and saying “high five.”



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Since the
whole impending disaster was his idea, Baller insisted on paying for their
tickets. Gabe let him, too overwhelmed by sunshine and happy families to do
otherwise. Baller forked over the money, ushered Gabe through the stiles,
grabbed a couple of maps, and then basically frog-marched Gabe onto the
“You are
really excited about this,” Gabe observed with mounting trepidation.
grinned manically and threw his arm over Gabe’s shoulders. “Disneyland, Gabe,” he said, as if that
explained his completely bizarre behavior. Maybe it did, in his world. “We are
going to have fun today if it kills us.”
thought it actually might.
They got
off at the first stop, according to Baller’s extremely detailed plan of attack,
and Baller just stood there for a moment, beaming, like he couldn’t imagine
anywhere he’d rather be than Anaheim, California, in the middle of a losing
streak. Gabe gave in to his own sentimentality and snapped a picture with his
Baller sighed happily, grabbing Gabe’s arm and herding him to the right. “Come
on. Maybe they have some poor sucker dressed up as Will for you to ogle.”
Gabe was
reasonably sure the people dressed in costumes were for the kids to interact with, but he decided to
keep it to himself. Even if today did nothing more than deepen Gabe’s pit of
ill-advised feelings for his teammate, Baller still deserved to have a good
As it
turned out, Gabe did not have to worry about Baller having a good time. The
line for the ride was surprisingly short, and Baller spent the whole ten
minutes bouncing on his toes, peering around at the scenery and humming “A
Pirate’s Life for Me” under his breath like a loser.
“Some days
I forget you’re only twenty,” Gabe said with a self-deprecating smile as they
reached the front of the line and took their seats on the ride. “Today’s not
one of them.”
being so old for five minutes and relax. I’m trying to cheer us up.”
raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. You’re in charge. I’m just along
for the ride. Rides.”
Once he
admitted to Baller (and himself) that he was not in charge of the situation, it
made for a pleasant afternoon. At the end of the ride, they emerged into the
sunshine again and Baller made a beeline for a cart selling elaborate hats to
match the theme. He tossed a tricorne at Gabe, then grabbed something in mauve
with an ostrich feather plume and shoved it on his own head. “What do you
think?” he asked, running a finger along the brim, his eyes dancing.
wanted to kiss him, but he distracted himself by trying on his own silly hat.
“Well, you’re no Will Turner, but I suppose you’ll do.”
stuck out his tongue and forked over a handful of bills for the hat.
bought them Mickey Mouse-shaped ice cream for lunch, and they ate standing in
the shade of a big tree by the Haunted Mansion.
“We going
on this one too?” Gabe asked.
knows you have to work up to Splash Mountain,” Baller said loftily. He threw
his stick away and licked a drip of ice cream off his thumb.
probably wasn’t purposely pornographic. Probably.
After the
Indiana Jones Adventure, Baller tried to buy Gabe a fedora that looked even
worse on him than the tricorne.
douche bags wear fedoras.”
smirked and took a picture with his phone. “So, no problem, then.”
Gabe made
a face.
“Come on,
you said I was in charge,” Baller wheedled.
“I didn’t
think that meant I was going to have to cede control of my wardrobe.”
rolled his eyes. “Grouch.” He tossed a headband with Mickey Mouse ears at Gabe
At least
Baller hadn’t invited anyone else along to witness Gabe’s humiliation. He would
definitely never hear the end of it if any of these pictures got out. Fifi
would chirp him forever, and there’d probably be a whole media circus if they
got caught goofing off when they couldn’t win a hockey game for love nor money.
sighed internally and put on the headband.
Three and
a half hours later, when they stumbled out of Buzz Lightyear AstroBlasters for
the fourth time, he was smirking. “Another rematch?”
“Screw you,
no, you smug bastard.” Baller pouted, but he couldn’t hold it. His grin won out
a second later. “Seriously, are you hiding a secret video game addiction?”
“Admit it,
I just have better hand-eye coordination than you,” Gabe said, adjusting his
ears as he preened. They were starting to hurt his head, but the deal was
Baller had to wear the stupid hat as long as Gabe kept the ears on. Gabe wasn’t
going to be the first to give in.
not what the statistics say, buddy.” Baller had pulled ahead in their points
race since that game against the Sabres. “In fact, I—” He stopped midsentence
and cocked his head at Gabe, an odd smile twisting his lips. He took a step
closer and raised a hand to the headband. “Duck your head a little? You’ve got
something on your…”
Gabe froze
when Baller grabbed his right wrist for balance as he reached up. His hat
tipped back precariously, but Gabe couldn’t have made a grab for it if his life
depended on it. He was stuck, not breathing, while Baller shuffled closer until
Gabe could see his pores. He brushed his fingers over Gabe’s mouse ears.
“I think
you walked into a cobweb. You’ve got a leaf…. There.” Baller pulled his right
hand away but left the other where it was, clasped around Gabe’s wrist. There
was a papery sound as whatever he’d pulled from Gabe’s head hit the asphalt.
Their eyes
For one
eternally stupid second, Gabe thought Baller was going to kiss him.
Then the
moment passed, and Baller let go and took a step back. He slapped Gabe on the arm.
“Much better. Good thing you have me to look after you.”
forced himself to unfreeze and shake his head in mock disbelief. “Right,” he
said as they started walking again, toward Space Mountain this time. “I’m such
a handful.”
snorted. “Too easy. You know better than to feed me a line like that. Come on.”
“I’ll feed
you something,” Gabe promised
jokingly, regaining his equilibrium.
tripped over nothing on the pavement. Gabe grabbed him by the back of his shirt
before he could take a dive. Crap. He’d gone too far.
Huffing at
himself, Baller righted his hat, then poked Gabe with his elbow. “You know, I
was starting to be afraid you were never going to make that kind of chirp
again. Good to have you back.”
Sometimes I don’t understand you at all. But for
once Gabe let himself be honest. “It’s good to be back.” Then he saw the line for Space Mountain and winced. “Good
thing we have Fast Passes.” They only had an hour left before they had to leave
the park to be back in time for team dinner.
Gabe had
forgotten all about their stupid headgear by the time they returned to the
hotel. When they walked into the lobby, Fifi looked over from the concierge
desk, a gym towel slung over one of his shoulders, and barked out a laugh. “I
guess I don’t have to ask what you got up to today.”
“We went
to Disneyland!” Baller said unnecessarily. The feather on his hat flopped from
one side to the other in time with his enthusiasm.
“No shit.”
Fifi rolled his eyes and reached up to flick Gabe’s ears.
Gabe took
them off.
better have plenty of energy left for the game tomorrow.”
bristled. “What? I got him home in time for curfew.”
wide-eyed, earnest innocence, Baller nodded. “Yeah, Dad. He was a total
gentleman. Didn’t even try to steal second.”
smacked the brim of Baller’s hat down over his eyes. “Fine, fine. Hurry up and
get ready for dinner or we’re eating without you.”
Chef snuck into his room and stole the ears while Gabe was showering, and he
showed up to dinner wearing them, so of course he and Baller got ragged on.
Gabe hoped Chef didn’t put it up on Twitter, but at least Gabe wouldn’t be
featured wearing the ears in any pictures. The teasing only got worse when they
begged off going out for a drink because they were both too tired to do more
than flop on Gabe’s bed and finish watching Pirates.
Gabe said. His eyes wouldn’t quite focus on the laptop screen.
gritty eyes, Gabe managed, “For what?”
He heard
Baller answer, but the words got lost on his tired ears as he finally fell



About the Authors
 Morgan James started writing fiction before she could spell it. It was in high school that she started writing her first novel about a gay character, and she thanks the Internet for helping her realize that didn’t make her crazy. Coincidentally, she also thanks the Internet for the role it plays in her long distance friendship with Ashlyn Kane. Geek, artist, archer, and fangirl, Morgan tends to while away free hours with imaginary worlds and people on pages and screens—it’s an addiction. She lives in Ontario with her family and is the personal slave of three cats and a poodle (who isn’t named Ringo, but who does like to poke).


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Ashlyn Kane is a Canadian former expat who is now happy to be reunited with televised hockey at acceptable waking hours. She has reached the age of “twentysomething,” which she will be for at least the next fifteen years.
She has a bad habit of staying up too late, a husband who likes to go to bed early, and a baby brother called Miracle Whip. She is allergic to cleaning, unless you mean cleaning up manuscripts, in which case she gets a little obsessive. Feel free to drop her a line—she’s probably in front of her computer right now, since she’s attached to it at the eyeballs.
 You can find Ashlyn at
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Interview, Playlist and Giveaway! Memories of the Heart by Felice Stevens

Today we are thrilled to have Felice Stevens visit Two Men. She’s been kind enough to answer some questions and provide some information about the book.

Title: Memories of the Heart
Author: Felice Stevens
Genre: Adult, Gay Romance
Release Date: February 12, 2015


There are magically 25 hours in a day. What would you do with the extra hour?
Felice: SLEEP!! Between working full-time, and making dinner, doing laundry and all that other fun house stuff, plus writing, I only sleep about 5 hours a night. 
Who would you want to have as a stripper at your birthday party?
Felice: Oh does it only have to be one? Cause if not I’d take the Hemsworth brothers and then the Cockyboys star Tatye Hansen. Sigh.
If you could snap your fingers and have an invention to do anything you want, what would you want it to do?
Felice: Clean my apartment !! I know I should say world peace or something deep like that but, honestly if you saw the clutter….
If you were a candy bar what would you taste like?
Felice: A little nutty, slightly spicy with a center of sweetness *bats her eyes and smiles
Do you have a library card and know where it is?
Felice: I most certainly do! It’s in my wallet.  I love our local library and donate many books to them.
Ruthless, Controlling, A Loner. All words used to describe Dr. Micah Steinberg by the hospital staff for their next head of surgery. When a letter arrives from his grandmother’s friend at the assisted living facility, his orderly world tilts dangerously out of control.
Josh Rosen had everything until it was revealed much of his world was a lie. Forced to re-evaluate his life, Josh gives up his career and returns home to New York City to care for his beloved grandmother. What Josh didn’t figure on was an attraction to a man who on the surface, appears to be exactly like the life Josh chose to leave behind.
As Micah struggles with the reality of his grandmother’s illness, the bond they share deepens, as Josh helps Micah heal, then open his heart. Micah discovers there is more to life than work, control and success. Josh is in deep but has yet to tell Micah who he really is.
When the fight for the hospital’s head of surgery turns ugly, Josh’s past and present collide. Micah must let go of the past and accept who he is, if his life is going to move forward.
Life is full of surprises, and as both Micah and Josh learn, love can happen whether you plan for it or not.
I have always been a romantic at heart. I believe that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending just around the corner. I started reading traditional historical romances when I was a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn’t until I picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth’s court that my interest in romance novels became renewed.
But somewhere along the way, my tastes shifted. While I still enjoys a juicy Historical romance, I began experimenting with newer, more cutting edge genres and discovered the world of Male/Male romance. Once I picked up her first, I became so enamored of the authors, the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion of the books, I knew I wanted to write my own.
I live in New York City with my husband and two children and hopefully soon a cat of my own. My day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. I practice law but daydream of a time when I can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.