EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: Fallout by Meredith Russell

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Fallout (Flight HA1710 #4) 

by Meredith Russell.


Can missing a fatal flight be the wake up call Harrison needs?

When Harrison Kelley is banned from getting on Flight HA1710, it seems to be the perfect ending to a crappy couple of days. Not only did he wreck a wedding, but he’s drunk way too much and been on the receiving end of the groom’s brother’s fists. Being escorted out of the airport by security was just the icing on the wedding cake.

Elijah Pettifer has lusted after Harrison from afar for years but Harrison never sees him as anything more than a friend. If he ever saw him at all. While attempting to defend what little honor Harrison has left, Elijah gets caught up in the wave of chaos surrounding his teenage crush. But missing his flight home because of Harrison’s mess might just be the luckiest thing to ever happen to him.

With a 24 hour ban imposed by the airport, and having only each other for company, the two men grow closer. But will the fate of the airplane they should have been on be the push Harrison needs to walk away from the toxic relationship of his past? And can Elijah make Harrison see exactly what he’s been missing out on because of it?

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Harrison watched the bob of Elijah’s Adam’s apple as he drank. Old feelings resurfaced as he studied Elijah, his throat, his jaw, his glistening and wet lips, the way he flicked his tongue out after he lowered his glass. It’s like there was a memory trapped somewhere at the back of his mind, something about Elijah. Why did he feel like they’d done this before?

Harrison slid his glass onto the table. “When did you come out?”

Elijah looked at Harrison. “Pardon?”

“You weren’t out in high school. I just wondered—”

“Out in high school? You know I was the quiet kid. That would have been fun.” Elijah appeared tense as he sat up in his seat.

“It wasn’t so bad being out at school.” Harrison had come out in his final year. He had feared it, he remembered that, but when it came down to it, he found out who his real friends were and he remembered the feeling of freedom, to finally be who he was and be with who he wanted. Or at least as with as anyone could be when it came to Antony.

“Not for you maybe. We couldn’t all be Mr Popular.” Elijah shrugged. He probably thought he sounded bitterer than he had intended. “Whatever. It wasn’t the right time. Not for me.” He gave a faint smile. “Though I came close.”

Harrison studied Elijah’s face. Whatever the memory was, he was clearly remembering it fondly. “How close?”

Curling down his mouth, Elijah gave another shrug. “There was this one time I thought I’d outed myself.” He averted his eyes and chose to look toward the reception area beyond the lounge. “It was stupid really.”

“I doubt that.”

Elijah hesitated. Choosing his words carefully, he said, “There was a boy at school. I liked him, loved him, maybe.” He sighed and turned back to Harrison. “He didn’t even know I existed.”

“Are you sure?”

With a faint smile, Elijah lowered his head. “I’m pretty sure. We shared some friends and we were on one of the sports teams together so we’d end up hanging out, and would get invited to the same parties. And yet we were like strangers.”

Harrison pursed his lips as he remembered back to high school. “You did cross country, right?”

Elijah quirked an eyebrow. He seemed surprised. “Yeah.”

“I did that for a while. Dropped out though. I was better with short distances, track and field events. That and somehow I made it onto the lacrosse team. They must have been desperate.” Harrison laughed.

“Antony probably put in a good word.” Elijah didn’t say it with any venom, but the statement was clearly a dig.

Harrison didn’t rise to it, and switched the conversation back to Elijah. “So, who was he?”

“Who, what?”

“The guy you loved.”


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Cover Reveal, Excerpt and Giveaway! Against the Grain by Charlie Cochet


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Charlie Cochet reveals the beautiful cover art for the next book in her THIRDS series titled Against The Grain.

It releases on August 3, 2015, published by Dreamspinner Press.



As the fiercest Defense Agent at the THIRDS, Destructive Delta’s Ash Keeler is foul-mouthed and foul-tempered. But his hard-lined approach always yields results, evident by his recent infiltration of the Coalition. Thanks to Ash’s skills and the help of his team, they finally put an end to the murdering extremist group for good, though not before Ash takes a bullet to save teammate Cael Maddock. As a result, Ash’s secrets start to surface, and he can no longer ignore what’s in his heart.

Cael Maddock is no stranger to heartache. As a Recon Agent for Destructive Delta, he has successfully maneuvered through the urban jungle that is New York City, picking up his own scars along the way. Yet nothing he’s ever faced has been more of a challenge than the heart of Ash Keeler, his supposedly straight teammate. Being in love isn’t the only danger he and Ash face as wounds reopen and new secrets emerge, forcing them to question old loyalties.



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When they arrived at HQ, the rest of their team was there in the armory getting dressed and gearing up. Cael pulled his extra uniform from his weapons locker, noticing how everyone seemed to be lost in their own thoughts. They were probably wondering along the same lines as him. This wasn’t a regular callout.

“Sloane, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know.”

Sloane looked troubled, and that wasn’t good. Why would Sparks not inform Sloane? Cael finished getting dressed beside Ash, straightening one of the straps of Ash’s tactical vest, when he heard familiar voices. Seb entered their armory, followed by his team. He was dressed in full gear, looking large and imposing, as always. He gave Cael a wink before walking past him to speak quietly to Hobbs, who was looking anxious. Calvin wasn’t kidding. Hobbs looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His shoulders were slumped, and he stayed as close to Calvin as possible. Seb let his head rest against his little brother’s, whispering something to Hobbs, who nodded and even managed a small smile.

Calvin closed his locker and turned to Seb. “Any idea what this is all about?”

“Yeah,” Dex pitched in. “And why are we meeting offsite?”

Seb released his brother and shook his head, his expression no less troubled or confused than the rest of them. “I know as much about all this as you guys. We better head out.”

They all finished suiting up and grabbing their gear before hurrying out of the armory and heading for their BearCats. Sloane, Seb, and Taylor did a quick recon before splitting up and leading their teams to their respective trucks. Hobbs climbed in behind the wheel with Calvin riding shotgun as usual. Cael sat behind his surveillance console when it struck him.

“Where’s the sarge?”

Everyone stilled.

“I’ll find out,” Sloane said, typing away at his smartphone as everyone took a seat on the bench and buckled up.

Cael fastened his seat belt as the BearCat roared to life when Sloane announced Sarge wasn’t coming.

“He’s not been called in on this.”


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AUTHOR & CHARACTER INTERVIEW: Claiming His Bears by Lei Carol


Today we are lucky to feature a couple of interviews. Firstly, author Lei Carol shares a bit about herself. We also have a very special interview with the three leading men – Shawn, Zander and Zerek – from Claiming His Bears.

This is book 4 in the Cascade Pack series.

Claiming his Bears C.P.4

Author Interview


This one is easy. Tell us about you. Think of it as a mini bio.

Lei: Well, I am a very avid reader. To the point of reading between 20-30 books a month, if not more. Which is a very expensive habit, as I am sure you can imagine. However, there are worse things to be addicted too.

Do you have any spare time? Is writing your only job, or do you juggle? Is sleep optional?

Lei: Sleep is very optional, except for the fact I get extremely grumpy when I don’t get enough sleep. At this point writing is my only job but who knows what can happen. As for spare time… what is spare time between, a cat, 2 dogs and 16 chickens? Of course only the cat is mine but I help take care of all the others soooo, I can claim them. LOL

When you start a new book, does it flow or is that initial chapter painful?

Lei: Usually the first chapter is the easiest. The story is fresh and the characters are all but yelling with excitement.

Have your nearest and dearest read your work? If so, were you terrified or excited to let them?

Lei: Actually no.  I was more terrified of telling them the genre that I was writing. LOL.

How often do you check your amazon ranking?

Lei: When a book first comes out I check it constantly, but that’s usually only for the first couple of days.

Are you working on anything new at the moment? If so what is it? Can we have a peek? Tease us please!

Lei: YES! I am actually working on, and almost finished with, a new story called Unlocking the Past. It is a murder mystery menage.

Here is a sneak peek at it.  Now please remember it is not edited.

Jumping into the ankle deep water causing it to splash all around him and even up into his face, giggling softly as he ignored the temperature of the water. He let himself spin in place with wide eyes only to freeze, waiting to hear the sound again.  It was becoming harder and harder to hear that sound.

With every passing day and every splash the sound was slowly fading away and all he wanted was to hear it once more. Every day he would close his eyes and try to listen for it. Sometimes he thought he could hear that sweet, musical laugh in the wind and so he would race after the sound.

Rushing to the creek to jump and splash, he was trying to keep the sound there with him but slowly with each passing day it was becoming less of a sound.  Slowly climbing up the wet muddy embankment to the little cliff, he stood looking out over the moving water. Squeezing his eyes tight as he wished with everything his young eight year old body could, just hoping and praying to hear that sweet sound one more time; promising to anyone who would listen that he would be a good boy and never ask for anything again as long as he lived.

Taking a deep breath as he took two giant steps back, he sprinted forward to jump off the little edge.  Feeling the cold water splash into his face and hair, he snapped his eyes open and started flailing his arms around as he crashing into the rocky creek with pain radiating up and down his right leg.

The cold water quickly chilling him to the bone, with tears running down his face, crying as the words started tumbling out of his mouth, begging and pleading for help, “Mommy! Oh mommy please help me…Mommy I’m hurt and I need you…Please mommy help me…”

Closing his eyes, trying to listen with his whole body to hear just the whisper of the sound before taking a deep breath to let out a scream, “MOOOOOMMMMY!”

Character interview with Shawn, Zerek and Zander.

Tell me about yourself? You know the basics… Name, age, sex, Location… phone number.. hehe

Zerek: Well I’m Zerek, the cutie here in the middle here is our mate, Shawn, and the big lug next to him is my twin Zander.

Zander: Hey! I take offense at that.

Zerek: What?

Zander: He’s not cute.

Shawn: HEY!

Zander: He’s gorgeous..

Shawn: Awe…

Zerek: Oh great… now we have to wait for them to stop kissing.

Where do you like to go when you are angry?

Shawn: When I am angry I’ve always headed into the woods. I try to find some baby animals that I can play with.

What is your biggest pet peeve?

Zerek: Mine is when Zander leaves his dirty clothes all over the place.

Zander: I only do that when I’m chasing a frisky wolf through the house.

Zerek: Uh huh. Sure.

What is your biggest fear? Who have you told this to? Who would you never tell this to? Why?

Shawn: My biggest fear is my family finding out my secret.  I’ve always had the fear of them not understanding and kicking me out of not only our pack, but our family.

Zerek: Awe babe.

Have you ever been in love or had your heart broken?

Shawn: I’m an editor, so I’d like to say I have been in love with a lot of my, as I call them, book boyfriends. As for being heart broken… well I’d rather not answer.

Is there anyone that you would kill for or have you done so? Off the record of course.

Zerek: Ummm… Can we plead the fifth?

Zander: Dude, if they remember what happened at the waterfall they already know the answer for that.

Think back to when you were a child, what is  your strongest memory? Is it a good one?

Shawn: One time, when I was a kid, I had taken off and had found this momma bear with two cubs.  It was the best six hours I had ever spent.

What sort of underwear do you wear? Or are you commando?

Zander: Shawn has this pair of itty bitty, polka dotted, yellow bikini briefs. Those are my favorites.

Zerek: Really? I love his g-strings. My favorite is the rainbow colored ones that have a strand of pearls instead of just string. Those are hot.

Shawn: Oh God, guys. I am so going to start going commando like you.  I’m so embarrassed.

Zander: Hey that’s fine too…

Zerek: Easy access baby.

What is your current state of mind?

Shawn: Exhausted, is it bed time yet?

When and where were you the happiest?

Shawn: When I am the cream filling, stuffed between a Zerek and Zander sandwich.

What is it that you most dislike?

Zerek: T.V. commercials, they drive me batty. What is your greatest fear?

Shawn: Ummm… didn’t you already ask this?

What is your greatest extravagance?

Zander: Umm…. Shawn’s underwear drawer…

Zerek: For sure… some people collect and spend lots of money on shoe’s… But for Shawn, it cute underwear. The smaller the better.

Which living person do you most despise?

Zander: Who has time for hate?

Zerek: I personally think the world needs more love…

Shawn: And more sexy time…. And more sex too.

What is your greatest regret?

Shawn: When I took off and not talking to my mates.

Which talent would you most like to have?

Zerek: We’re bear shifters and guys who can knock up our male mate… I don’t think we need any other special talents.

Where would you like to live?

Shawn: With my two, big, cuddly teddy bears.

Who is your favourite hero of fiction?

Shawn: Harry Potter… What??? I’m a nerd… Shut up, Zerek.

Zerek: I didn’t say anything.

Shawn: No, but you were thinking it.  And laughing.

Whose are your heroes in real life?

Shawn: My parents.

What is your motto?

Zander: Sometimes, you just have to roll the dice.

Zerek: It’s all about the pleasure thang.

About the book

Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences.  Contains language and actions some may deem offensive.  Sexually explicit content.  Ménage – MMM.

In book four of the Cascade Pack: Shawn has always known he wanted something different than his brothers and sisters.  He has spent his entire life trying to hide just how different he needs were, afraid they wouldn’t understand.  So desperate to protect his secret, Shawn even runs away from his family and his mates.

Zerek and Zander were amazed the day they walked into the café to meet one of their employees for the first time only to find out he was their mate.  Now they are forced to wait to claim him as well as figure out just what secret he is desperately trying to keep.

Can the bears give their mate what he needs?  Or will he run for the hills, leaving three lives shattered?


He couldn’t stop his chuckles from escaping at the sound of a body slamming into the hall wall with a muttered, “ouch,” before the running started again.  He tried to wipe his smile from his face as he watched the swinging kitchen door slam open only to smack into the wall and swing back toward their flustered mate.

Before Zerek could even jump to catch the door from hitting Shawn in the face, Zander raced across the room to grip the door, which caused Shawn to blush and duck his head in embarrassment.  Never had his mate looked more enticing than he did in that moment; chest rapidly rising and falling, cheeks and neck bright red.  Just the sight of Shawn was enough to cause his cock to start to fill as images flashed through his mind of Shawn tied up in the playroom, ass and thighs bright red from a spanking while his cock was plugged and bound to keep him from coming.

Opening his eyes, unsure when he had closed them, he noticed everyone was now staring at him, including the sweet wolf he was fantasizing about.  Knowing it was his turn to blush, Zerek crossed the room to gently cup Shawn’s warm cheeks.  Slowly leaning down to place a soft kiss against the minty fresh lips before whispering, “I hope you’re hungry.”

Hearing the soft whimpers escaping his mate was enough to have his bear slamming against its cage in his mind, demanding to be let out to claim his little wolf, not giving a damn they had an order from the alpha that there was to be no mating until October, he wanted his mate where the boy belonged.

“Back off, Zerek,” Zander growled.  Every word sounded as if it was a million miles away as he fought one of the hardest battles ever fought with his bear.  It felt as if his bear was breathing down the back of his neck, demanding to be allowed to mark his mate, signaling he was taken and no one could touch him.

Unable to look away from Shawn’s eyes, seeing the boy’s wolf peek out as if it was trying to answer the call of his bear, was almost enough to take him to his knees.  Trying to come up with anything that would convince his bear to behave and back off, he even tried to bribe the animal with lots and lots of honey, which seemed to do the trick.

“Honey,” Zerek heard the rough growl in his voice but didn’t care.  Taking a deep breath only to hear his bear snarl and growl in between chanting, “Mate.  Mmm, honey…mate…mmm sweet honey…no I want my mate…mmm yummy, sticky honey…I wonder what my mate’s sweet honey will taste like?

No matter what he tried his bear wouldn’t release its hold on his psyche and he was losing the battle.  It wouldn’t take much more for Zerek to lose control and shift there in the kitchen.  Not that he was afraid of his bear hurting anyone or anything like that, but if his bear fully released then he might not stop until Shawn was properly tied to him no matter who tried to stop him.

Jerking his eyes away from his mate for the first time since the boy walked into the room, he snarled at his brother.  Zander smacked him upside the back of the head, hard enough to cause his bear to shift his focus away from his mate.

“Hey, dumbass, knock it off before you scare our mate and cause his brothers to banish us.  Because trust me if that happens, you will see what my whip feels like.”

“You know how to use a whip?”

Zerek was so surprised at Shawn’s barely whispered words he stared with his mouth open.  Zerek’s bear even quit trying to get free as it was shocked as well.  Could their sweet mate be just as kinky as they were?  Zerek couldn’t wait to find out.  Shaking his head to clear the rushing sound from his ears, he noticed the whispered conversation for the first time.

“Is anyone else getting horny from watching them?” Cale whispered to everyone at the kitchen table.

“I don’t know what I want more, a hard cock or chocolate.  There’s something about Zerek and Zander growling at each other that makes me hard as nails.  Elliot?  Can we go upstairs please?  I have an itch I need you to scratch and then let’s have chocolate ice cream.”


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Blog tour, Excerpt and Giveaway! A Casual Thing by Annabelle Jacobs


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Annabelle Jacobs 

Release Date: July 1, 2015

Pages or Words: 138 pages

Categories: Contemporary, Humor, M/M Romance, Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Anna Sikorska


Patrick Mason travels to Bristol to spend the summer with his brother, Ben. He’s cat sitting for the first two weeks while Ben goes on holiday. But Ben neglected to tell him he wouldn’t be doing it alone. Will Adams—Ben’s mate and Patrick’s long-time crush—is staying in Ben’s guest room while he waits to move into his new house after a breakup.

Against his better judgment, Patrick convinces Will that a little no-strings fun is just what they need. Patrick doesn’t want to get involved with a guy on the rebound, and Will isn’t interested in starting something serious with a student. But Patrick’s never been good at separating sex from feelings, and this time is no exception. As their weeks together draw to a close, they need to decide if they have something worth pursuing or if it’s really just a casual thing. 



Ben raised an eyebrow. “I see living with Sean all these years has done some good after all.”

“Ugh,” Patrick groaned. He wasn’t that bad. “He’s my roommate, not my mum. He doesn’t make me do chores you know.” Sean was also his best friend, and three years of living together at university had made Patrick more self-sufficient, but he wasn’t about to admit it. “Anyway,” he said, walking down the hall as he spoke. “I’m assuming you’ve cleared out all your shit from the spare room?” Patrick looked back over his shoulder as he opened the door. Ben usually shoved anything he didn’t use in there until he either gave it to charity or took it down to the rubbish tip.

“Yeah, um… about that….” Ben let the sentence hang there as Patrick opened the door to the spare room and stopped in his tracks.

Okay, so it wasn’t full of Ben’s stuff, but it wasn’t empty either. The bed looked recently slept in, the quilt pulled up sort of straight but the pillows at odd angles, as though it had been made in a hurry. A couple of shirts hung on the wardrobe door, and the desk had a laptop on it and some toiletries that definitely belonged to a guy.

Ben appeared behind him, scratching at the back of his neck, but not looking particularly bothered. Patrick waved a hand around the room and raised his eyebrow. “I guess I’m not staying in here, then?”

“Sorry, it only happened a couple of weeks ago, and I forgot all about it. But he’s only here for another two weeks, so you can sleep in my room while I’m away.” Ben gestured to the door opposite and picked up Patrick’s bags again. “I’m off in the morning, so you only have to sleep on the sofa for one night.”

Patrick followed him, trying not to feel disappointed at not having the place to himself. He collapsed on Ben’s bed, making sure to hang his shoes over the edge. “So, who is it, then? Do I know him?” He narrowed his eyes, watching as Ben dropped both bags in front of the wardrobe and turned to face him. “It better not be someone old and boring who’s going to judge everything I do. Christ.” He threw his arm over his face and let out a put-upon sigh. “I might as well have stayed at home.”

“He’s not old. He’s a year older than me.”

“You’re old.”

“Shut the fuck up, or I will send you back home.” The bed dipped as Ben sat down. “And yes, you know him. He’s a good guy—I wouldn’t leave my little brother alone for two weeks with someone I didn’t trust completely.”

Patrick sat up and leaned on his elbows, taking in the slightly shifty expression on his brother’s face. Nothing normally fazed Ben, and he’d said that Patrick knew the guy and that Ben trusted him, so Patrick didn’t see what the problem could be. He liked to think he was pretty easy to get along with. He maybe had a lot of energy, which irritated some people, but he tried to tone it down with anyone other than close friends or family. Ben’s mates all knew him pretty well anyway—Patrick usually came down to Bristol for at least a few days every time he had a break from uni.

“Well, I’m assuming it’s one of your friends, and honestly, Ben, they’re a great bunch of lads, so I don’t get why you’re being weird.”

“I’m not being weird.”

Patrick gave him his best “yeah right” look and sat up a bit. “Seriously, I won’t have a problem sharing with any of them,” he said, nudging Ben with his shoulder. “Well, except Will maybe, but that’s only because—”

Patrick stopped, the words dying on his tongue as he noticed Ben wince.

“No.” He jumped off the bed, fisting his hands in his hair. “No fucking way. Ben, please tell me you’re not leaving me alone for two weeks with the guy I have a huge unrequited, and frankly, embarrassing, crush on?”

Ben shrugged. “He needed somewhere to stay. I’d sort of forgotten you had the hots for him.”

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Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with her husband, three rowdy children, and two cats.

An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories. They’re usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it—fighting enemies and adversity—but they always find love in the end.

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Blog Tour, Excerpt and Giveaway! Brick by Brick by Cate Ashwood and L.J. LaBarthe



Brick by Brick


Cate Ashwood and L.J.LaBarthe


Release Date: June 29, 2015

Pages or Words: 62,000 words

Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay fiction, M/M Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Bree Archer


They say that time heals all wounds, but losing Parley, his one true love, left Zach with a hole in his heart that no one else can fill. After forty-eight blissful hours alone together as teens in an abandoned house, Parley disappeared. Parley is what he is, and the pray-away-the-gay camp his parents ship him to won’t change that. However, finding the balance between accepting his true nature and not losing his family means tough sacrifices.

Sixteen years later, Zach is thunderstruck when Parley stands on the front doorstep of his house—the house that had been their refuge, which Zach restored. But Parley isn’t alone, and Zach wonders if he’s found Parley only to lose him a second time. If they can overcome the terrors of the past and the situation of the present, maybe they can build a new relationship just as Zach rebuilt the house—brick by brick.


ZACH FELT as if he was floating. He’d been planning this escape for weeks, but now that it was actually happening, it didn’t seem real. He chanced a quick look at Parley as they merged onto the highway. What could possibly be better than running away with his best friend?

He’d had his doubts that Parley would actually come with him. After being turned down the first time, Zach had prepared himself for disappointment, but now they were leaving together and Zach couldn’t have been happier.

“Where should we go?” Zach asked. He had some vague ideas in mind, but he wanted his friend’s input more than anything.

“I don’t know. Somewhere we can’t be found?” Zach was right on board with that.

“That’s a good idea. We’ll go for a bit on this highway, then we’ll exit and take some back roads, maybe head toward the interior.”

Parley dropped his head back against the seat. “Perfect.” After a time, he said, “I still can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“I still can’t believe you came with me,” Zach countered.

“I can’t either. I must be insane.”

“Or brilliant. It’s usually a fine line,” Zach teased.

“My parents are going to have an absolute meltdown once they’ve found out what I’ve done. They’re going to be so upset.”

Parley’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. Zach had seen him like this once before when he’d thought he’d lost his weird CTR ring with the spinner chain in the band.

“It’ll all be okay.” Zach tried to soothe him, to bring him back to the present, and rested a gentle hand on Parley’s knee. “Everyone flies from the nest sooner or later. We just did it in an unconventional way. I really do think this is what’s best, though, for both of us.”

Zach’s reassurance seemed to work. Parley blinked slowly a few times and then a somewhat disheartened smile crept onto his face. “I know, but my family is just… different.”


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L.J. LaBarthe is a French-Australian woman, who was born during the Witching Hour, just after midnight. From this auspicious beginning, she went on to write a prize-winning short story about Humpty Dumpty wearing an Aussie hat complete with corks dangling from it when she was six years old. From there, she wrote for her high school yearbook, her university newspaper, and, from her early teens to her twenties, produced a fanzine about the local punk rock music scene. She loves music of all kinds and was once a classical pianist; she loves languages and speaks French and English and a teeny-tiny smattering of Mandarin Chinese, which she hopes to relearn properly very soon. She enjoys TV, film, travel, cooking, eating out, abandoned places, urbex, history, and researching.

L.J. loves to read complicated plots and hopes to do complex plot lines justice in her own writing. She writes paranormal, historical, urban fantasy, and contemporary Australian stories, usually m/m romance and featuring m/m erotica. She has won a Rainbow Awards Honorable Mention and another award for Best Historical Gay Novel.

L.J. lives in the city of Adelaide, and is owned by her cat.

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Cate Ashwood wrote her very first story in a hot-pink binder when she was in the second grade and found her passion for writing. Her first successful foray into romance writing came five years later when she wrote her best friend, who was experiencing a case of unrequited love, her own happily ever after.

Cate’s life has taken a number of different and adventurous roads. She now lives a stone’s throw from the ocean, just outside of Vancouver, British Columbia with her husband, her little boy, and their two cats. Her life is filled with family and friends, travel, and, of course, books.

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Blog Tour, Excerpt and Giveaway! Long Change by V.L. Locey



Long Change


V.L. Locey

Release Date: June 26, 2015

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

Cover Artist: Allyse Karam

Pages or Words: 70 pages

Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Sports



Collegiate superstar goalie Boone Crockett seems to have the world at his feet. He’s rich, handsome, attends an elite college and is a hot prospect for the pros. Pity all that is a front for a deeply closeted and troubled young man.

All Boone’s life plans are shattered when flamboyant ex-figure skater Preston Gordon, an orange-haired twink, shows up to audition for the team’s mascot position wearing sequins, scarves and toe picks. His moves on the ice send Boone into his own pirouette of frustrated and reluctant desire.

As senior year progresses Boone slides deeper and deeper into a dangerous depression, Preston’s sensual strength the only thing he has to hold on to. If Boone can’t keep from plunging through the thin ice he’s skating on, it could take a twink to make the big save.

Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!

A Romantica® gay erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave




We stood side by side at the sliding door that looked out over a snow-covered campus. It was beautiful, untouched and pure. I was rather glad now that I hadn’t done the head in the stove thing. We talked between swallows, spoons hitting bowls the only noise aside from the heater coming on from time to time. I liked watching the way Preston’s hair fluttered around his face when hot air blew down from the vent directly above us. He handed me his empty bowl, then unlocked and opened the slider.

“Dude, heater’s on,” I pointed out. He crouched down. I inhaled. The air was brittle like a dead leaf and cold with a light scent of snow on pine. It was an odd sensation, the cold blowing in to blend with the warm cascading down from above. It wasn’t unpleasant at all. The patio was blanketed in four to five wet inches. Preston stood up. His head turned slowly. I looked over at him, a sated smile trying to curl the corners of my mouth. He was patting a perfectly formed snowball.

“Don’t even think about it you mother—”

Snow filled my mouth, nose and eyes. Preston shrieked. I sputtered, shaking snow out of my eyes, then dashed after him. He was fast and proved hard to get a hand on. After a few laps around the furniture in my living room, the dipshit ran out into the hall. I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t. I had ice particles dangling from my eyelashes. Vengeance would be mine. We thundered down the steps, his high-pitched squeals of laughter and my warning growls seeming extra loud in the ghost town of a dorm building. The side exit flew open. I barreled out on his heels. The snow was freezing on my bare soles. Preston hissed a nasty curse when his naked tootsies hit the white stuff. He slowed just enough. I tackled him from behind. He went face first into the fresh fluff, all the air leaving his lungs with a loud “Oof!” when I landed on his back.

I clawed up a nice handful of snow as he frantically tried to free himself. I had him pinned, one arm picking up wet powder, the other holding his face into the drift. Wicked laughter boiled out of me when I shoved that snowball down his back. His scream was piercing. He kicked like a wild man, his arms flailing to the sides. I flopped down on him to ensure the snow was plastered to his back.

“Get off! Oh, fuck me, that is so cold! You asshole!” he shouted.

I stayed where I was, splayed over his back, my hand down the back of his shirt, chuckling steadily. I rolled off a moment later still bubbling with laughter. The sky overhead was filled with snow clouds. You know those huge white ones that blow over, drop some flakes, then continue on to let the sun shine down on the freshly carpeted world? Eyes closed, chest heaving, heart lighter than it had been in months, I spread my arms and legs out, inhaled the unique scents of winter and Preston and enjoyed the tickle of new snowflakes touching my cheeks.

“I hate you.”

I rolled my head in his direction and opened my eyes. “Really?”

His mouth rolled into a perfect pout. He was such a pretty thing, even with snow-frosted bangs.

“No,” he huffed as he dashed at the melting snow on his chin. “I should, though. That was heartless!”

“I’ll warm you back up if you want.” The offer slid out of me before I could stop it. A snowflake landed on the tip of Preston’s pixie-like nose. I so wanted to reach out, touch the perfect flake, dry his nose then pull him down for long, wet kiss. Instead I got to my bare feet, standing now in the shadow of the moisture-laden cloud overhead. “I didn’t mean to say that out here.”

“You can, you know,” he said, extending his hand to me. I looked around the quad, the creeping stink of worry now mucking up what had been a perfect moment. “You can say you want to warm me up, or that I have a cute ass, or anything else you want to say. Go ahead. Say it again.”

I shook my head as I hauled him to his feet. Damn, my feet were cold. I turned from him then walked inside, my head low, my mind filling up with concern over my stupid behavior. What the hell had I been thinking, chasing him outside then rolling around in the snow with him as if we were straight lovers.



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Blog Tour, Excerpt and Giveaway! Devil’s Food at Dusk by M.J. O’Shea and Anna Martin

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Title: Devil’s Food At Dusk

Authors: M.J. O’Shea and Anna Martin

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: L.C. Chase

Length: 200 Pages

Release Date: June 22, 2015

Blurb: Joe Fitzgerald hates New Orleans, but he’s stuck there until he convinces one stubborn local family to sell Lumière, the crumbling French Quarter restaurant they’ve owned for generations. The place is a wreck, and it’s hemorrhaging money. Joe figures he’s their best chance for survival.

Remy Babineaux despises Pineapple Joe’s and everything the chain stands for. He refuses to let Lumière become some tacky corporate tourist trap. Theme drinks and plastic beads in his restaurant? Yeah, right. Over his dead, rotting corpse. The last thing Remy wants is a meeting with the restaurant chain’s representative, but his father agreed to at least listen to the proposal. There’s nothing Remy can do about it.

Remy figures an anonymous hookup is exactly what he needs to decompress. When he ends up across the table from his fling the next morning, real sparks fly. Joe refuses to give up his prime location; Remy refuses to give up his legacy. It’s war, and they’re both determined to win at any cost. Neither of them counted on falling in love.


Dawn always seemed to come a little later in the French Quarter, molasses-sweet and slow, still soft but with hints of the sticky heat to come. It spread, languorous, over the weathered painted walls and wrought-iron railings, crooked cobbly streets, and leaded glass windows that had seen hundreds of years of people passing by. Morning was quiet. Peaceful. Mellow.

Remy Babineaux had lived in the city all his life, in the same house on the same street covered by the same winding, purple-flowered bougainvillea vines and creeping ivy, but still, sometimes, in the pink blush of an unhurried morning, he was struck with just how much he loved it. How much he never wanted to live anywhere else.

He pulled his tired body out of bed in the barely there brush of light and stretched. He hadn’t slept much the night before—five hours at most—and he felt every one of his very busy, thirty years in his creaky muscles and sore back. It had been easier to get up with the morning sun when he was nineteen. To a point. Truthfully, Remy hadn’t ever been a morning person. He’d always preferred sleeping in to experiencing the unusual stillness that came in the Babineaux household hours before brothers and sisters, mother and father, and one rather eccentric grandmother started shouting and laughing and singing—and usually all at once. But he had to admit the morning was beautiful. And even if it wasn’t, he had fish to buy.

Next time I’m making Andre go so I can sleep in.

Remy knew that wasn’t true. He trusted his little brother with his life, but with the fish selection? Never. Nobody but him had had the coveted job of fish selection since he was a teenager. He pulled on a threadbare white henley and a pair of khakis that he didn’t mind getting fish juice on. Then Remy tugged his wavy hair into a thick, high bun, slipped into a pair of shoes, and was out the door. Time to greet the day with rack after rack of amazing, delicious, smelly fish.

Thursdays were usually the best day at the fish market. It was one of those things that had no logical explanation but a long history of somehow working out that way. The market was open three days a week, and he usually liked to make it to two of them, but Thursdays were for some unknown reason when the magic seemed to happen. He liked to get there early for the pick of the catfish, local trout, and sweet, tender gulf shrimp. Wandering through the fragrant stalls, which should be unpleasant but somehow smelled of home and happiness, was something of a Zen experience for him. One of the highlights of his week.

The market was crowded and loud, even in the bare light of early morning. Chefs and restaurant owners haggled with fishermen who’d become their friends over the years, laughed at well-worn jokes, argued the same arguments like a dance that had been practiced over time and perfected. The fish market was a tradition, and his city was nothing if not steeped in traditions.

Remy spent a few minutes soaking it all in, checking out what was new and interesting and delicious before he got down to business. It was important, he thought, to experience things, and not just go through his day completing tasks. His food was better if his feelings for the moment seeped into the dish. Made life better too if you asked him. His little sister, Grace, gave him shit for his “stop to smell the roses” way of looking at things. She was only fourteen, in a race to grow up and become something. Someday she’d understand that the becoming part was just as important as the getting there.

He stopped at a stand and stared down at piles of glossy pearly gray shrimp, barely touched with hints of blush pink. He’d steam them perhaps, on a base of pasta with clams and roasted vegetables, a little garlic, some cumin, cayenne, local butter, and a ton of French thyme. Remy could nearly taste the sauce exploding in his mouth—butter broth and seasonings and sweet, firm shrimp. Yes.

“Twenty pounds, Remy?”

“Hmm? Oh yes. Sure thing, Renee.” His favorite shrimp dealer knew him well. He could easily go through that much on a weeknight. Four times that on a busy weekend. Remy signed off on the purchase order. The shrimp would be delivered to his cafe, Lumiere, in a few hours with the rest of his purchases, just in time for him to start cooking.

Remy worked his way through the crawfish and catfish, the mussels and clams, smelling and sampling, weighing and ordering. It was his ritual. He never rushed it.

When Remy was nearly ready to call it a morning and head back home, his phone buzzed with a text from Andre, his little brother and one very pushy sous chef.

Don’t forget my halibut.

Remy made a face. The halibut at the fish market was good, but it was shipped all the way from the north Pacific on ice. He’d far rather use local catches to make his spin on traditional dishes, but sometimes Andre got his way. The halibut and chips was one of those times. Andre had tried it, fallen in love, and decided it should be a regular menu item at Lumiere, after a lot of protesting from Remy. It had become popular with the customers, much to Remy’s annoyance. He was even more annoyed by the fact that he liked it himself—especially with Andre’s signature tangy tartar sauce. Most of the time he pretended he didn’t, but Andre knew better and liked to flip him all sorts of shit for it.

I’m getting your damn halibut. Go back to bed.

All he got in return was a winky face and a string of fish emojis. Remy chuckled. Child.


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Hi there! This is MJ O’Shea. Thanks for having me stop by :)

I’m here to talk a little bit about the three books Anna Martin and I wrote about bakers and chefs. Yeah, food is one of our favorite topics… from the fun discussions we’ve had with readers, I think that’s true for a lot of people.

They’re not a series, all of them are completely unrelated stories, but both of us love to create things in the kitchen — Anna’s the baker, I’m more of a cook — so we wanted to put that love into some books:)

The first is Macarons at Midnight. It takes place in New York City and features a British Transplant named Tristan and the black sheep of a wealthy family, Henry, who’d rather run a bakery in the village than live off his trust fund.

The next, Souffles at Sunrise, takes place in Los Angeles on a baking competition show called Burned. Kai, who has come from Hawaii, is driven and a perfectionist and knows he can win. Chase is a laid back farm kid turned artisanal ice cream maker who is thrilled to have made the competition at all.

Our final and newest book, Devil’s Food at Dusk, takes place in the heart of New Orleans’ French Quarter. Remy has lived there his whole life and runs his family’s cafe Lumiere. He wants his traditions to stay the same and his cafe to stay in the family. Joe works as a property developer for a chain of theme restaurants. He’d like nothing more than to sweep in and buy the property from Remy’s family. In fact, he doesn’t plan to give up until he’s successful.

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Author PicI’m Mj O’Shea :) I grew up, and still live, in sunny Washington state and while I love to visit other places, I can’t imagine calling anywhere else home.

I spent my childhood writing stories. Sometime in my early teens, the stories turned to romance. Most of those were about me, my friends, and our favorite movie and pop stars. Hopefully, I’ve come a long way since then.

When I’m not writing, I love to play the piano, dance, cook, paint pictures, and of course read! I like sparkly girly girl things, own at least twenty different colored headbands, and I have two little dogs who sit with me when I write. Sometimes they comes up with ideas for me too…when they’re not busy napping.







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AnnaMartin_APicAnna Martin is from a picturesque seaside village in the south west of England. After spending most of her childhood making up stories, she studied English Literature at university before attempting to turn her hand as a professional writer.

Apart from being physically dependent on her laptop, she is enthusiastic about writing and producing local grassroots theatre (especially at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, where she can be found every summer), travelling, learning to play the ukulele, and Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk.

Although her most recent work is in the LGBT romance genre, in the past Anna has worked on a variety of different projects including short stories, drabbles, flash fiction, fan fiction, plays for both children and adults, and poetry. She has written novels in the Teen or Young Adult genre, Romance and Fantasy novels.

Anna is, by her own admission, almost unhealthily obsessed with books. The library she has amassed is both large and diverse; “My favourite books,” she says, “are ‘The Moonstone’ by Wilkie Collins, ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ by Harper Lee and ‘Oryx and Crake’ by Margaret Atwood.” She also owns multiple copies of Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park books and re-reads the Harry Potter novels with almost startling regularity.








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Make Me Soar

Collars & Cuffs #6

by  KC Wells


Anyone who frequents Collars & Cuffs knows Dorian Forrester is built for pain, including Dorian himself. But everyone has it wrong. For six years, Dorian’s chased a feeling that remains tantalizingly out of his reach. Unteachable, Dorian can take anything and everything a Dom can throw at him. Still, it’s not enough. Dorian needs… something more. Something he won’t find at Collars & Cuffs.

Dorian’s search takes him out of the safe environment he’s known for years, out of his depth, and into a realm of deep, dark trouble.

Alan Marchant has been watching Dorian with interest for a while and knows there’s more to Dorian than his label of “pain slut” suggests. When Dorian disappears, Alan and his friend Leo set out to find him. But the disoriented young man discovered cowering in a hotel room is not the Dorian they know and love. That Dorian is shattered. It’s up to Alan to pick up the pieces and show Dorian there are better ways to fly.

They may be off on a new journey together, but their destination will rock them both to the core.

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Alan had given the matter some serious thought as he’d lain there in the early morning light, Dorian’s even breaths the only sound in the quiet hotel room. It hadn’t taken him long to reach a conclusion. Once they got back to Manchester, Alan had a job to do.

He was going to help Dorian put his life back together.

But there was a way to go before he could accomplish that. Alan had seen enough in his life to recognize the signs. Experience had taught him that there were five stages to go through when dealing with loss or grief. And Dorian was dealing with loss. Whatever had happened to him at that party had robbed him of something vital. The spark that was pure Dorian was missing, and Alan wanted it back.

Dorian was at stage one, that of denial. Okay, so speaking clearly brought him pain, but even without that physical hindrance, Alan knew instinctively that Dorian did not want to talk or even think about what had taken place. And he knew what came next—isolation. Not that he intended to let Dorian get far with that.

I’ll be damned if I’ll let you crawl into a corner and shut me out, boy. The fact that he’d cuddled up to Alan’s back during the night had filled him with hope. Since they’d got up, however, Dorian had kept himself at a distance, shying away from any attempt to get physically close to him. That was nothing new. At the club, Dorian wasn’t into displays of affection. Alan had racked his brains, trying to remember if he’d ever seen Dorian in anyone’s embrace. It was something of a shock to realize he’d never seen anyone hold the lad. Then he thought about Dorian’s manner with people, the way he kept them at arm’s length.

Why don’t you let people in, Dorian?

There was obviously a lot more to the submissive than met the eye, and Alan felt like an archaeologist who’d surveyed a promising outcrop and realized there was definitely something of interest below the surface. And Alan had every intention of painstakingly removing the earth, layer by layer, until he’d revealed what lay hidden.

I want to see the real Dorian. Because he was convinced no one had even glimpsed the treasure that lay buried beneath that facade.


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Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. WELLS always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way. K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, when the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter….

K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.

And as for those men in love that she writes about? The list of stories just waiting to be written is getting longer… and longer….

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GIVEAWAY: Waiting for the Moon and You by L.J. LaBarthe

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Waiting for the Moon and You

 by L.J. LaBarthe


All his life, Leith has loved Aaron, and all his life, Leith has wondered if Aaron returns his feelings. Through high school, college, and beyond, Leith and Aaron are drawn together and pulled apart. Leith is finally convinced he and Aaron are not meant to be when a cowardly act of violence against Leith changes everything.

Aaron returns to Leith’s side, but Leith struggles to accept that Aaron can love him now.

If Leith doesn’t overcome his doubts and fears, he will forever be waiting for the moon and Aaron… and true love.


“I miss those high school days, where the most pressing thing we had to worry about was whether we’d get a passing grade on a paper. I’m so pissed at myself that I missed the births of my niece and nephew. God, those kids are so adorable. And I missed the births of Aisha and Shahid’s twins! I’ve seen the photos on Facebook: they are such beautiful little girls. I’m real glad I’m home for her second pregnancy. I don’t want to be separate from my friends again. Or my family. God.” He shook his head. “I really am getting old.”

“Nostalgic isn’t old,” I said.

“Guess not. Anyway, what I most regret is something I’ve thought about off and on for years. Back in high school, since the prom, I kept thinking about one thing. I have to tell you this. I’ve had a crush on you forever. Since that night. I thought, why did I go to the prom with what’s-her-name, when I really wanted to go with you? And I know why, and it’s dumb, but I was scared that everyone would give me shit for being gay. Which I know I am now, not bi. I thought I was bi, but life and experience have taught me to be honest with myself, and I am completely gay. And I’m rambling. Shit. But. That was it. I’ve had a crush on you since high school, and I’m kicking myself for never doing anything about it.”

I had no idea what to say to him. His words filled me in ways I’d never imagined, and I had none of my own to respond with.


“Wow,” I said.

“That a good wow or a bad wow?”

“It’s a wow wow. Just give me a minute.”

“Okay. But I want you to know that even though there’s this… thing I feel, I want us to be friends. We were friends first, and that’s the most important thing to me. Can we be friends still?” The question was asked in a plaintive tone.

I stopped walking, and turned to look at him. My knee gave a twinge, and I ignored it. Then was certainly not the time for a flare, I sternly told myself. No pain tonight!

“Aaron, I am completely floored. I have no idea what to tell you. Just one thing, of course we’re friends. Like you said, we were friends first, and that’s too damn important to me to throw away. The rest… god.” I ran a hand through my hair.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d like me back,” Aaron said.


“It’s been too long, I know. Too much water under the bridge. So—”

“Shut up.” I reached for him before I knew what I was doing. I cupped his face between my hands, leaned in, and kissed him.

For a moment, a single heartbeat that felt as if it lasted forever, there was no reaction. And then Aaron leaned into me, his mouth opening to mine, his arms sliding around my waist, and he kissed me back. We stood together on the street, kissing each other as if our lives depended on it, as if the only way to survive was to draw oxygen from each other’s lungs. It felt so good, so natural, and so perfect that the only thing that went through my mind was Finally!

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L.J. LaBarthe is a French-Australian woman, who was born during the Witching Hour, just after midnight. From this auspicious beginning, she went on to write a prize-winning short story about Humpty Dumpty wearing an Aussie hat complete with corks dangling from it when she was six years old. From there, she wrote for her high school yearbook, her university newspaper, and, from her early teens to her twenties, produced a fanzine about the local punk rock music scene. She loves music of all kinds and was once a classical pianist; she loves languages and speaks French and English and a teeny-tiny smattering of Mandarin Chinese, which she hopes to relearn properly very soon. She enjoys TV, film, travel, cooking, eating out, abandoned places, urbex, history, and researching.

L.J. loves to read complicated plots and hopes to do complex plot lines justice in her own writing. She writes paranormal, historical, urban fantasy, and contemporary Australian stories, usually m/m romance and featuring m/m erotica. She has won a Rainbow Awards Honorable Mention and another award for Best Historical Gay Novel.

L.J. lives in the city of Adelaide, and is owned by her cat.

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RELEASE DAY: Summer Love Anthology (with Giveaway)

Join us as Amy Stilgenbauer , answers some of our questions. Amy is the author of “The Fire-Eater’s Daughter”.

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Release Date: June 23, 2015

About the Anthology

Summer Love is the first collection of short stories published by Duet, the young adult imprint from Interlude Press. These short stories are about the emergence of young love of bonfires and beaches, of the magical in-between time when young lives step from one world to another, and about finding the courage to be who you really are, to follow your heart and live an authentic life. The contributing authors have written stories about both romantic and platonic love featuring characters who are gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, pansexual and queer/questioning. The authors also represent a spectrum of experience, identity and backgrounds.


Beautiful Monsters

A campaign volunteer is assigned to assist his high school’s Gay Straight Alliance for the Pride Parade, forcing him to face the students he had previously avoided, and the truth about himself.

Author: Rachel Davidson Leigh is a writer, educator, and small town native who tells stories she wishes she could have read as a teen. Beautiful Monsters is her first published work of fiction. She lives in Wisconsin with her family and two dogs who are spoiled out of their tiny minds.

The Willow Weeps for Us

Jack, the young son of a grocer, falls for a charming piano teacher at the dawn of World War II.

Author: Suzey Ingold is a writer, linguist and coffee addict, currently based in Edinburgh, Scotland. Brought up in a household where children’s books are quoted over the dinner table, literature has always had a strong influence on her life. She enjoys travelling, scented candles and brunch.

The Fire Eater’s Daughter

When a traveling carnival comes back to town, Ruth must choose between caring for her mother and a life with the beautiful and mysterious Constance, the fire eater’s daughter.

Author: Amy Stilgenbauer is a writer and aspiring archivist currently based in southeast Michigan. She is the author of the novelette series, Season of the Witch, as well as the Young Adult novel, The Legend of League Park. When she isn’t writing, Amy enjoys all things bergamot and tries to keep her cats away from her knitting.

Surface Tension

Logan just wants a summer where he can be anonymous and fit in without labels, but that all changes when he meets out-and-proud Dave at summer camp.

Author: Ella J. Ash is a lawyer by day and an author by night. She has been a writer in online fan communities since 2006. She also enjoys dance parties with her family and cooking experimental vegetarian cuisine. She lives in Toronto with her partner, three daughters and four tropical fish.

My Best Friend

In a letter to his best friend, a young gay man reminisces about their relationship.

Author: H.J. Coulter lives in Winnepeg, Canada, where she works as a respite worker and studies music, in hopes of one day becoming a musical therapist. My Best Friend is her professional writing debut.

What the Heart Wants

A young student discovers attraction and desire through her experience drawing figures in her summer art class.

Author: Naomi Tajedler was born and raised in Paris, where art has always been a part of her life—including painting, restoring books, and working in auctions. She started writing in online fan communities in 2009.

The Most Handsome

Carter, a Cape Cod boy who recently came out as transgender, meets and falls in love with a college student visiting for the summer.

Author: S.J. Martin lives with his partner and their cranky, rotund cat in Washington D.C. He’s a barista by day and a writer by night. He makes a mean cappuccino and lives for good coffee, good books, and good company. The Most Handsome is his first published story.

Something Like Freedom

A boy finds a safe space from which to imagine a new future after leaving his conservative parents’ home, thanks in part to a new friend.

Author: Caroline Hanlin is a full time statistician, a part time stage manager, and an avid sports fan. She currently resides in Boston, where she enjoys writing during her commute. Something Like Freedom is her first published short story.

On the Shore

A young woman retreats to her parents’ beach house to nurse a broken heart, but instead meets a vivacious girl who helps her find joy again.

Author: Rachel Blackburn is a writer, musician and librarian based in central Ohio. When free from work, she enjoys cuddling with her cats, drinking tea, and baking more cupcakes than necessary. On the Shore is her professional writing debut.

Please keep in mind that as an anthology, not all stories contain all elements listed.

Bisexual, Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Lesbian Romance, M/M Romance, Romance, Trans*, Young Adult, Collection


Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Amy Stilgenbauer author of “The Fire-Eater’s Daughter” a short story in the Summer Love anthology.

Hi Amy, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

Thanks for having me!

Well, first and foremost, I’m a writer, but also a bit of a hopeless romantic who suffers from occasional bouts of wanderlust. Both of those things inspire my writing a lot. It’d be a lie to say otherwise. Summer Love suits that side of me well. It is a collection of short stories about a myriad of interesting characters navigating that time of life when you’re in between and finding out who you are. In my story, in particular, “The Fire-Eater’s Daughter” we follow a young woman about to take a huge step into adulthood by following her heart.

1) What book do you wish you could have written?

Harry Potter? I mean, who doesn’t wish they could have written Harry Potter? That series had an effect on culture that most of us can only dream of. Otherwise, maybe Persuasion. Growing up, it was never my favorite Austen novel, but I reread it recently and found myself tearing up. Out of nowhere I suddenly deeply identified. I want to be able to speak to someone at the exact right time of their life like Austen did for me.

2) How important are names to you (in your books)? Do you choose names based on liking the way it sounds or meaning? How do you choose your names?

Names are incredibly important to me. I spend a lot of time choosing just the right name for even the most minor of characters. I can be very particular about it too. It has to flow well and sound right for the character, have a meaning that suits the character’s personality, and last, but definitely not least be the right kind of name for the time period, setting, and background of the character. I have been known to check the social security name database and other lists of top 1000 baby names just to make sure a name would be right for a given place and year for a character that has 2 lines. It actually snags my writing sometimes, so I have to force myself to write “[name]” and come back to it.

3) Were you already a great writer? Have you always enjoyed writing?

I don’t know if I’d call myself a great writer. That said, I have always enjoyed writing. Since I was very small I’ve been telling stories. They haven’t all been good. They haven’t all been close to good. I did win a seat-belt safety poetry contest in the 3rd grade though, if that counts for anything.

4) How long have you been writing?

I honestly think you could say forever. The earliest one I remember though was from when I was about six or seven. My sister and I used to make up terrible long running series about the adventures of our stuffed animals and I would compile them into little books. It was varyingly called “Kitty World” and “The Super Six.” I cannot vouch for the quality, but it did kick off a lifetime devotion to the written word.

5) What hobbies do you enjoy?

I have too many hobbies for my own good. I garden. I knit. I hike. I swing dance. I sing when no one other than my voice teacher is listening. I miss my cello. I talk myself out of buying a dulcimer almost daily. I spend hours with language tapes trying to learn three or four different languages in a given week and fail utterly because that is so not how you learn a language. I read a lot. Quite frankly, I just don’t like to be bored, and I like finding new ways to accomplish this goal.

Excerpt: (From Beautiful Monsters)

Beautiful Monsters

By Rachel Davidson Leigh

“Glad to see you could join the party,” Terrence deadpans, pressing a rainbow bandana into André’s hand. André grabs a second bandana out of the bag, stuffs one in each of his back pockets, and then goes in for a third.

“Cody was checking out the parade route,” André replies, in a smooth lie. “It turns out we’re still walking six blocks through absolutely nothing and then calling it a day.” Terrence laughs, and, as he turns away, André presses a handkerchief into Cody’s hand. “Use it wisely,” he whispers into Cody’s ear. “You’re one of us now.”

One of us. He’s never been part of an “us.” Cody stares down at the lines on the handkerchief and then at the two patches of color on the back of André’s jeans as he walks toward the arriving cars.

Cody expects panic, but it doesn’t come. Maybe he isn’t ready to be Gay with a capital G, but if “us” can mean being one of these idiots, then maybe he’s ready to have people of his own. As he watches the sharp sway of André’s hips, the heat rising up his neck doesn’t feel like fear. It feels like… clarity, as though the run put everything in perspective and now he can’t stop seeing André in crisp, dazzling color.

Someone presses a sign into his hand and guides him toward the parade staging area with the rest of the crew. Once again, he can’t hear himself think over the din, but it’s different now. At the meeting, and for years before that in the hallways, he felt like an invader locked out by a wall of sound, and now he’s somehow wandered inside.


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