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GUEST POST: Anthem of the Sea by Thom Collins

Thanks for having me here today to talk about my new release, Anthem of the Sea, the first book in The Anthem Trilogy. I’ve been working on the trilogy for two years and am very excited to have the first book coming out. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous too. This book is a huge deal for me.

Anthem of the Sea is a contemporary thriller set on board a massive cruise ship called the Atlantic Anthem. The Anthem has everything: luxury accomodation, restaurants, bars, spas, shops and a theatre. It’s a five star hotel at sea. Daniel Blake, a successful singer, comes aboard to perform on the final few days of the ships maiden season. He soon meets Elijah Mann, a handsome comedian, who’ll shares the entertainment bill with him on the return voyage to England. The guys hit it off straight away. Both talented and good-looking, they’re a perfect match. But not everybody thinks so. Also on board is Oliver Gill, a man from Daniel’s pass who bears a long and bitter grudge against him. As the ship sets sail, two days from next port, the scene is set for romance, passion and revenge.

I loved writing and researching this book. The Atlantic Anthem is a fictional ship but based on my own experiences as a traveller and from doing researching into modern super-ships. There’s something about the sea that is inherently romantic which makes a cruise ship the perfect location to set a story. Not just romantic, but exciting, dramatic, exhilarating and sometimes even a little scary. I grew up in a coastal town and my father was a fisherman, so I’ve spent my whole life in love with the sea.

Without giving too much away, readers can look forward to learning a lot more about these characters in the next two books. How events in this story shape and colour their future. Although Anthem of the Sea is book one in a trilogy, I’d like to assure everyone that this also works as a standalone read. I don’t like series books that read as one continuous novel, often leaving the reader hanging mid-scene. Although part of an on-going story, this is a novel in it’s own right, reaching an exciting climax in the middle of an Atlantic storm.

I hope everyone has as much fun reading as I did writing it.

Blurb

An ocean of possibility. For love, revenge and murder.

Daniel Blake, a handsome young singer, boards the Atlantic Anthem in Portugal for the final voyage of her maiden season. The state-of-the-art ship is the jewel in the Royal Atlantic cruise fleet. For Daniel, a one-time boy band member and TV talent show winner, it’s an honor to perform aboard such a vessel. Daniel loves the freedom and adventure of the sea. He began his solo career as a cruise ship entertainer and returning to the ocean as a headline act brings him full circle. He isn’t looking for love.

Neither is comedian Elijah Mann. Working at sea has given Elijah’s career the boost it desperately needed. Often considered too good-looking and sexy to be funny, work has been hard to come by since his TV show was canceled. With a potential new career opening up, he must remain focused. But when Elijah meets Daniel the attraction is mutual and instant. As the ship sets sail for England they have three days to get to know each other. Elijah can’t let that opportunity pass.

The voyage home is far from smooth. Also on board is a figure from Daniel’s past. A man who’s been holding a grudge for years, waiting for his moment. As a storm builds in the North Atlantic, Daniel and Elijah discover that the trip of a lifetime could be their last.

Buy Links

Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/anthem-of-the-sea

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Anthem-Sea-Thom-Collins-ebook/dp/B0725JDM29/

Amazon USA: https://www.amazon.com/Anthem-Sea-Thom-Collins-ebook/dp/B0725JDM29

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/anthem-of-the-sea

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/anthem-of-the-sea-thom-collins/1126384702?ean=9781786515681

About the Author

Thom Collins is the author of the novel Closer by Morning, with Pride Publishing. His love of page turning thrillers began at an early age when his mother caught him reading the latest Jackie Collins book and promptly confiscated it, sparking a life-long love of raunchy novels.

The novellas Gods of Vengeance and Silent Voices were published by Pride in early 2017, followed by the novel Anthem of the Sea, the first book in the Anthem Trilogy. He has recently finished writing the second book in a series and is working on the third.

Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a fear of flying that gets worse with age. Since taking his first cruise in 2013 he realized that sailing is the way to go.

Links

Blog: www. thomcollinsauthor.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter:   @thomwolf     and  @realthomcollins

Email: thomcollinsauthor@aol.com

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GUEST POST: The Wounded Warrier by BA Tortuga

Cowboys and Soldiers, oh my!

Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, and I write cowboys and rednecks. A lot. No, really. I love a man in Wranglers, and I hail from Texas, so I love to set stories in and around my old hometown. In fact, you could say cowboys are my brand, my stock in trade, and what readers have come to expect from me.

That’s why when I set out to write Wounded Warrior, I was a little worried. I didn’t have a cowboy, really. Luke is an ex-soldier, and Rory is a legal eagle who’s dabbling in real estate for the moment. Now, they’re both Texans. Lifelong. Hardcore. But neither are cowboys. At least not at the beginning, and I feared that would turn people right off the story.

See, Wounded Warrior was important to me because most of the men in my family were in the military at some point. Most of them men, and some of the women, of my wife’s family served. And every day we hear stories of soldiers coming home with very real injuries, with terrible PTSD, and with troubles re-entering society. I wanted to represent those people, to show that they’re important, not people to forget or ignore. I wasn’t sure how to do it within the kinds of stories I write, but I was determined. Trust me, y’all, when I’m determined, I get the job done. That’s the cowboy in me.

So I set out to write Luke’s story, and in the process, I realized he was learning to be a cowboy. He learns to care for horses from his brother Matt. He learns to cowboy up from his family and his newfound friends. He learns that he can be a stubborn ass and people will still love him, which is definitely a cowboy trait…

I do love the breed, but I have no illusions about them.

Another surprise for me was how Rory stepped up in the book, as well. He’s got just as many issues as Luke, if for different reasons. He didn’t fight the same war, but he’s wounded all the same, and he’s working hard to make things right, and to get his life going exactly where he wants it.

I guess the story is all about recovery. Luke and Rory have the potential to heal each other a lot, which really makes me happy.

By the end of the story, I felt like I had three cowboys on my hands. Matt, Luke’s brother, who’s the reason the ranch gets going in the first place, became way more of the story than I expected. He was a cowboy from the get go, and he becomes a mentor to both Luke and Rory in a lot of ways. But Luke and Rory also measured up to the painfully honest, loving, stubborn cowboys I know and love so well.

I loved writing these boys, exploring some themes near and dear to my heart. I hope y’all will take a chance on them, too.

Much love, y’all.

BA

You can find BA at:

Website: http:www.batortuga.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/batortuga

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/batortuga

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/batortuga

Blogger: http://batortuga.blogspot.com/

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Tumblr: http://batortuga.tumblr.com/

BA Tortuga bio:

Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds and her beloved wife, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she’s not doing that, she’s writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA’s personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.

Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the  high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.

Buy Links

https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/the-wounded-warrior

Blurb

When Luke’s lost everything, the only thing to do is head back home to the ranch and pray that he finds his way again.

When Navy SEAL Luke Blanchard comes back to Northeast Texas after a devastating injury, he feels like the whole world has gone dark. In a wheelchair and feeling worthless, Luke has no idea what to do, even as his twin brother Matt is determined to lift him up and help him heal.

Rory McConnell is a local prodigy, a real estate lawyer with a plan to buy up land before his bitter rival can collect it. When the Blanchard ranch goes into the red, he offers to buy out the debt. Luke backs his brother instead, but he doesn’t believe for a minute that Rory is a bad guy. No one that sexy and fun can be, right?

As Luke claws his way out of depression with a crazy idea to run a therapy ranch, he and Rory start to explore the need growing between them. Will Rory’s need for revenge against a man who damaged him forever come between them, or will it be the force which brings these two wounded men together for good?

Reader Advisory: This book contains fragmented recollection of gang-rape which happened off-screen several years earlier. 

 

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GUEST POST: Remmy Duchene

Hi everyone!

Thank you so much for stopping by! I’m Remmy Duchene, author of Interracial Romance (sensual, erotic, sweet – depending on my mood lol).

Today, I’m here to gab about my newest release coming to Pride Publishing titled The Smell of Camellias. This story has a special place in my heart because it is the first time a reader has requested a story from me. One of my readers, who’ve been with me for years now, asked if I could write a longer piece with the Blasian (Black/Asian) mixed. Of course, I was flattered, excited, even cried a little (Says my friends – I mean, I had something in my eyes) but then I freaked out.

Why? I am notorious for starting a story and 15-20 thousand words in, scrapping it because it makes no sense to me. I didn’t want this to happen with this story and I wanted it to be something kind of similar to a Korean Drama but not really. There has never been an interracial Korean Drama of this magnitude so I was free to work with my own imagination.

Sung-go’s name was changed about eight times. No word of a lie. I had to make sure his name wasn’t similar to any of the other Korean men I’d written in the past. Though, if you research the names from the culture and watch as many dramas and listen to as much Kpop as I do, the names are remarkable similar.

I actually created Frank for another story – he was going to be a rapper who was still in the closet but somehow the personality that came through didn’t mesh well with that story so I brought him over to Camellias.

I think these two works really well together.

Different story brings out a different love in me. For The Smell of Camellias I was able to mesh my love of Korean Dramas, my adoration for culture and writing multicultural romance (With tons of spice) and toss in a little drama to make it all sizzle.

To add to that, this book comes out four days before my birthday!! But since I declared June my month (lol) and I’m sharing it with Pride Month in Toronto – I am over the moon about this release!

I’m very lucky to be able to do this.

Blurb

Broken to be whole…

After a life that had little to be desired, Frank Dunn has a sea of possibilities ahead of him. Young, good-looking with a kick-ass education and credentials from Cal Tech, Frank is ready to take on the world. When he is offered his dream job, Frank jumps on it even though he has to move to South Korea. Since he has no family except his best friend, staying put is irrelevant.

Sung-Go Hyun is the man when it comes to White Tiger Industries—a multi-billion-dollar luxury automotive giant in South Korea. From the outside, people think he has it all, but he knows his struggles and they have left him stoic. When he meets Frank Dunn, they immediately butt heads. Sung-Go is instantly attracted to the brown-eyed devil and Sung-Go hates that. But since his heart isn’t going to cooperate, Sung-Go decides to go after what he wants. Frank on the other hand wants nothing to do with Sung-Go or his bed.

Sung-Go isn’t used to such a reaction, but he will have to learn that Frank would rather burn Sung-Go’s world to the ground than submit.

Links

You can snag The Smell of Camellias from Pride at https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/the-smell-of-camellias or wherever you tend to buy your Remmy sexiness!

Website: https://remmyduchene.wix.com/remmymantasy

Twitter: @remmyduchene

Instagram: @Manluvlikeaboss

And you can find me on Facebook

*hugs*

Remmy D

About the author

Multi-published Remmy Duchene was born in St. Anns, Jamaica and moved to Canada at a young age. When not working or writing, Remmy loves dabbling in photography, travelling and spending time with friends and family.

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RELEASE BLITZ with GIVEAWAY: Misdemeanor by CF White

 

Buy Links:  Pride Publishing (Early Download) Amazon US | Amazon UK (Out July 4)

Blurb

After his mother tragically dies and his deadbeat father goes off the rails, nineteen-year-old Micky is left to care for his disabled little brother, Flynn.
   
Juggling college, a dead end job and Flynn’s special needs means Micky has to put his bad boy past behind him and be the responsible adult to keep his brother out of care. He doesn’t have time for anything else in his life.
Until he meets Dan.

“Amazingly gritty and raw. This slice of life is so realistic it flays you.” – Pride Publishing

Excerpt
 

The Sun Keeps Rising

“Shit!”

Micky cursed loudly and squinted through the morning glare to read the alarm clock that was obviously having trouble performing its one and only basic function. He threw off his duvet and jumped out of bed, his foot landing on a plastic wind-up toy penguin discarded on the floor. The penguin openly mocked him by tossing itself into a noisy backflip.

“Fuck!”

Micky cursed again, bending down to pick up the toy and throw it savagely against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces and Micky felt instantly guilty.

“Flynn!” he yelled, hopping over to his bedroom door and yanking it open. Treading more carefully to the bathroom opposite, he rubbed his eyes before coming face-to-face with himself in the mirror above the sink.

He looked like shit. No change there. The three hours of almost sleep he’d gotten obviously hadn’t done anything to improve on his disheveled appearance. He ran a hand over the stubble on his chin. He needed to shave but now didn’t have the time. Micky turned on the tap, dunked his head under the cold stream and squeezed paste onto his toothbrush.

“Flynn!” he shouted again, louder this time, before shoving the toothbrush into his gob and brushing vigorously. The minty taste did nothing for his dry mouth.

“Yes, Micky,” came a quiet little voice from the bathroom doorway.

Still holding the toothbrush between his lips, foam dripping out from the side of his mouth, Micky turned.

“We’re late,” he said, trying to suck the minty drool back up and stop it escaping from the corners.

“I’m dressed,” Flynn replied with a huge proud smile.

Flynn stood in the doorway, clutching another wind-up plastic toy. He kept spinning the thing around, setting off an ear-piercing buzz as it unwound at double speed. He appeared so small and fragile. More like a five-year-old than his actual eight years. He’d gotten dressed. Sort of. He’d managed to pull on his gray school trousers over his pajama bottoms and his army-green jumper clung inside out. No socks, and his mousy-brown curls stuck out from his head in all directions.

Micky’s heart melted a little at the sight.

“Well done, Flynn.” Micky finished brushing his teeth, spat down the plughole and cupped a handful of water into his mouth to rinse. Turning back to his brother, Micky then crouched in front of him. “But how about we try taking the pajamas off?”

Flynn looked down, waggling his toes, and back up at his big brother. “Why?” he asked, confused. “I put them back on later.”

Micky laughed. The kid had a point.

“Come on.” Micky took hold of Flynn’s hand to walk him back into the small box room. It had twin beds, pushed up against opposite sides. One had used to belong to Micky before he’d moved into the master bedroom.

“What time did you get up today?” Micky asked, dragging Flynn’s jumper over his head.

“Five five two,” Flynn replied.

He wound up the blasted plastic toy again and Micky breathed in deeply, preventing his immediate instinctive reaction to take the thing and smash it against the wall in comradeship with its penguin mate.

“That’s early,” Micky said, pulling off Flynn’s pajama top then rooting around in the drawer for his brother’s school polo shirt. He found it scrunched at the bottom and helped Flynn squirm into it while trying to smooth out the creases.

“For what?” Flynn asked, holding on to Micky’s shoulder as he knelt and stepped out of his trousers.

“Everything,” Micky replied with a yawn.

“Daddy didn’t say it was.”

Micky looked into Flynn’s blue eyes. The white starburst pattern within them gave him the feeling of being hypnotized. Micky blinked.

“Dad’s not here, Flynn,” Micky said slowly, standing to inspect his now school-uniform-clad little brother.

“Yes, he is.” Flynn smiled widely, his plastic toy buzzing in his hands.

Micky stared down at for a brief moment, then spun around and ran full pelt down the stairs and into the living room. The place was dark and dank, stinking of booze and fags with beer cans littering the floor.

Micky yanked open the curtains to witness the disgusting figure sprawled on the sofa. Tatty stonewashed denim jeans bagged around his knees and the T-shirt he wore, once white in color, was stained yellow with patches of Micky didn’t want to know what. His greasy, graying hair hung around his face like rats’ tails. He was snoring and every breath out from his wide-open mouth filled the room with a putrid stench.

Micky kicked at the arm dangling off the sofa. The man grumbled but didn’t move. Micky kicked him again, more fiercely. Opening one eye, the brute belched as he squinted through the glaring sunlight.

“Get the fuck out,” Micky demanded.

The laughter that followed made Micky’s skin crawl, along with the irritating scratching of fingernails across the man’s chest. The shirt rubbed against the curly dark hairs scattering his fat body and made the unbearable scraping of nails down a chalk board.

“Now,” Micky growled.

The grunted response wasn’t something Micky could decipher, nor did he care to. Micky watched with contempt as he rolled off the sofa and landed on the floor with a thump. Several beer cans crunched under his heavy frame and he rolled again to push up on to all fours. Grunting once more, he heaved himself to stand. He tripped on his own feet and clutched at the wall. Micky clenched his fists at the ready as the second loud belch blasted out and Micky had to turn away from the oncoming stink.

“Money,” he demanded, holding out a hand.

“Get fucked,” Micky spat back.

“Then I take his.”

He staggered over to the fireplace mantelpiece and made a grab for the handmade clay moneybox shaped like a car. Micky wrapped firm fingers around his wrist and squeezed tightly.

“Over my dead body.” Micky gritted his teeth. Clutching the wrist harder, he used his other hand to root around in the dirty jeans pocket and yanked out a key. Shaking his head, Micky shoved him away. “Now leave, before I fucking kill you.”

“Micky?” Flynn’s delicate little voice squeaked from the living room door. He clung to the plastic toy still in his hand, his eyes tightly shut.

Micky ran over, picked him up and settled him on his hip. For an eight-year-old, Flynn weighed no more than a couple of stone, his body skin and bones. It wasn’t his fault. It was the condition. Flynn rested his head on Micky’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his big brother’s neck, still clamping his eyes shut.

“It’s okay, Flynn. Dad’s leaving now.”

 
Author Bio
 

Brought up in a relatively small town in Hertfordshire, C F White managed to do what most other residents try to do and fail—leave.

Studying at a West London university, she realised there was a whole city out there waiting to be discovered, so, much like Dick Whittington before her, she never made it back home and still endlessly searches for the streets paved with gold, slowly coming to the realisation they’re mostly paved with chewing gum. And the odd bit of graffiti. And those little circles of yellow spray paint where the council point out the pot holes to someone who is supposedly meant to fix them instead of staring at them vacantly whilst holding a polystyrene cup of watered-down coffee.

She eventually moved West to East along that vast District Line and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles and a bit of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job and creating a life, a home and a family.

Having worked in Higher Education for most of her career, a life-altering experience brought pen back to paper after she’d written stories as a child but never had the confidence to show them to the world. Having embarked on this writing malarkey, C F White cannot stop. So strap in, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride…

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GUEST POST: Nurture by Jaime Samms & Sarah Masters

Nurture by Jaime Samms & Sarah Masters

No doubt about it, abuse is a difficult thing to read about. It’s difficult to write about, too.  Nurture explores abuse within a relationship—extreme abuse—and how two men fight their way through it. Three men if you count the new love interest—four and five men if you count the two friends also in the story. It’s a tale about pulling together, about helping a man see that what he’s suffered is abuse. All right, Paul knows his relationship with Carl isn’t normal, but he needs time to come to terms with that.

We see both sides of the coin, with Carl showing the reader why he’s abusive; how his upbringing and the things his father said to him brought him to where they are today—with Carl expressing his love for Paul in a manner that no one should express. By murdering people to prove how much he cares. His logic is twisted, but to him it makes absolute sense. To Paul, it’s horrific, and he wonders where and when Carl crossed that line. When did he shift from charming and wonderful to wicked and sadistic? Paul learns that it’s possible to feel empathy for a deranged and evil person—and that’s what he struggles with. Emotions and feelings have a habit of swaying our minds and hearts, and although Paul can see exactly what Carl has become, he still holds on to the fact somewhere deep inside that Carl wasn’t always like that.

However, Paul isn’t some whimpering bloke who refuses to see what’s right in front of his face. He can see it—has felt a fist or two connect with it as well—and it’s time to move on. The problem is, Carl isn’t about to let that happen, and rather than let Paul go, or get Paul to run away with him so he can have him all to himself, Carl would rather see Paul in jail than free. At least then he’d know where Paul was. Yes, twisted logic again, but through his eyes a child, we can see how he came to that conclusion—that Paul being incarcerated is better than Paul being free.

There are too many good people on Paul’s side, though, encouraging him, believing him—in him—and Paul’s journey, though as harrowing as Carl’s but in a completely different way, is about to take a different turn. He realises he must put the past behind him—and he must learn to let go. With the help of a police officer (Vic), and Paul’s friends Brian and Lil, he finds the courage to take the first step into a life without restraints. It’s a hard thing to do, walking away from an abuser, but the strength to do so is inside him. The problem is, Carl is stubborn and refuses to set him free.

Nurture isn’t a book everyone will want to read, we know that. But it is one we couldn’t not write. It called to us, and while writing, we wondered where on earth the plot would go next. We were surprised by ourselves on many occasions, and once we’d completed it, felt drained from the intensity of it all. But we’re glad we wrote it. Glad that if someone somewhere reads this book and alarm bells start ringing in their heads, giving them the courage to walk away like Paul, then we’ve done a good thing.

It’s not all doom and gloom. We also wanted to show that new horizons are out there, just waiting and, once a person is ready for it, beautiful things can happen. There’s hope, there’s a light at the end of a long and dark tunnel. There’s nurturing, not torturing.

There’s love.

URL for Nurture: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/nurture

Jaime Samms Author Bio:

Jaime writes, romance, fantasy, urban fantasy, shifter stories about men, about life, about love. Her work is populated with mostly men, most of whom are into each other, and yes, we do mean into each other. You can find plenty of free reading on her website.

She also reviews for Dark Diva Reviews, mostly the same types of stories, and will happily spout her opinion on the books she reads to her kids, who she home schools. Finally, she’s occasionally gainfully employed. She writes for the love it, and hopes to pass on that love to her readers, her kids, and anyone else who comes along.

 

Sarah Masters Author Bio:

Sarah Masters is a multi-published author in three pen names writing several genres. She lives with her husband, youngest daughter, and a cat in England. She writes at weekends and is a cover artist/head of art in her day job. In another life she was an editor. Her other pen names are Natalie Dae and Geraldine O’Hara.

Sarah also co-authors with Jaime Samms, and as Natalie Dae she co-authors with Lily Harlem under the name Harlem Dae.

 

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GUEST POST: Silent Voice by Thom Collins

Thanks for having me here today to talk about my new release Silent Voices. This story was a lot of fun to write but the inspiration for it came about in the most mundane fashion. I was so bored with my daily commute one morning last autumn that I veered off onto a completely unknown road, knowing that it would eventually lead me in the direction I needed to be for work. The road itself was twisty with hair pin bends, deep woods and isolated farm houses. So much more interesting than my usual route. I began to take this journey every morning. It was sometime during the second week that I noticed a large manor house set back from the road behind a gated wall. Each day I paid more attention to the old house as I passed and ask myself the kind of “what if” questions that kick start so many good stories. On arrival at the office, I would quickly scribble down the latest round of ideas my morning commute had provided. Being the kind of author I am, I didn’t imagine tea parties and happy families behind those gates, but something far darker and sinister. In this way Winterstone Grange, the black heart of the story, began to take shape.

Silent Voices is set in the North East of England, in a combination of real and fictional locations. My lead character Josh Jackson is a restaurateur in the centre of Durham. While his restaurant The Cellar Steps is fictitious, the street where it’s located is very real. It’s one of my favourite parts of the city, full of secret corners, alcoves and hidden court yards. Silent Voices is essentially a thriller as Josh is drawn into a dark web of secrets and cover-ups while searching for his young cousin. It’s also a love story. Josh’s search for his cousin leads him to Ed, a journalist, researching Winterstone Grange for reasons of his own. Both characters were great fun to write – modern, sexy, intelligent guys – and their attraction for each other is seriously hot.

This is my third release with Pride Publishing and my first novella. My previous releases where Closer by Morning, a novel, and Gods of Vengeance, a short story. I love the novella format, as both a writer and a reader. I like the balance of action, drama and character, delivered at great pace, in a story that can be enjoyed in one or two sittings.  I can’t wait to write more like this.

Blurb

A desire for justice as strong as their passion for each other.

Concerned about the welfare of his young cousin, Josh Jackson, a restaurant owner, traces the boy to Winterstone Grange, a gated manor deep in the country. Miles from anywhere, the protected walls of this stately house conceal dark secrets. Josh’s search brings him into contact with Ed Brolin, a handsome journalist who has spent weeks investigating the secrets of the Grange and its owner. Ray Armstrong is a wealthy business man with influential connections in Parliament and the police. Ed knows exactly what goes on at the Grange but without evidence, he hasn’t got a story.

Drawn together by instant attraction and a powerful hunger for justice, Josh and Ed are determined to expose the sordid secrets of the grange despite the risks it poses. Josh has never met a man like Ed before—so strong, determined and masculine. Falling in love is easy. But they’ll have to put their emotions aside if they’re going to give a voice to all the silent victims of Winterstone Grange.

EXTRACT

Josh Jackson didn’t worry when his cousin failed to come home. It was Saturday night and Kevin was eighteen. Josh wasn’t about to impose a curfew on the kid. Neither was he going to babysit. Kevin was old enough to take care of himself.

Josh checked Kevin’s room when he came home from work at one o’clock. The spare bed hadn’t been made since Kevin had gotten out of it that morning and yesterday’s clothes were all over the floor—discarded jeans with his boxers still inside them, a scruffy T-shirt and a pair of dirty socks. The smell of the socks hit him from the doorway. Despite the reek of cheap deodorant and aftershave filling the room, the socks were pungent. Teenagers. Josh wasn’t about to tidy up after him so he left things as they were, including the damp towel draped over the foot of the bed. The kid was only staying a few nights. If he wanted to live in a mess like that, so be it, so long as he left the place as he’d found it when he moved on.

Josh shut the door and went to bed. He wished his cousin luck. If the boy wanted to get laid, he’d rather he did it somewhere else. It was bad enough that Josh’s lodger, Bobby, regarded the place as a Grindr pit stop, without his cousin treating it like a knocking shop, too.

Josh read for a while and half-listened for the sound of Kevin coming home, but eventually fell asleep.

He wasn’t overly concerned in the morning to find Kevin’s room just as he’d left it, though by now it smelled considerably worse. The fancy fragrances had worn off and all that remained was the fetid odor of teenage sweat and damp towel. So, he stayed out all night. Good on him. Josh had been a teenager once, a horny one at that, so he could totally relate. Kevin wouldn’t get the chance to fuck around much when he was at home. His mother had very rigid views on that. It wouldn’t have mattered whether Kevin had turned out straight or gay. His mother had raised a good boy and intended to keep him that way.

Kevin will be going back to her in a couple of days. He might as well have fun while the leash is off.

He was a good-looking lad. Josh knew he’d be popular in town. A little baby-faced for his age, but with the family features of blue eyes and blond hair, his fresh twinkie image would attract plenty of attention. He looked a lot like Josh had at that age. Josh had been a slim-looking twink until well into his twenties. It was only in the last few years he’d filled out with muscle and looked more like a man. The beard helped. How grateful he’d been when the ability to grow more than a few wisps of pale chin-fluff finally occurred. He kept it neat with a regular trim, but now that he had grown a beard, he couldn’t ever see himself being without one.

Josh called Kevin’s mobile while waiting for his morning coffee to brew. It rang a few times before going to voicemail. “Hi, it’s me,” he said. “Not checking up on you, I just want to know you’re okay. Give me a ring back, or a text when you get this message. Just to say you’re alive… Otherwise I’ll have to call your mother,” he added jokingly and hung up.

He had bigger concerns than a randy teenager. His restaurant, The Cellar Steps, was short on staff today and fully booked for both lunch and dinner. He’d asked all his remaining staff to come in early to help with the prep and service, which meant getting in even earlier himself. As the owner, it wasn’t necessary, since he employed a manager for the day-to-day running, but Josh believed in setting an example from the top down. That meant rolling up his sleeves when things got tight. He thought about putting a little cash Kevin’s way to help out, if he arrived home in decent time and wasn’t too hung over.

He heard the heavy thud of the newspapers landing in the hall. Perfect timing. A little news and some freshly brewed coffee. A relaxing start to an otherwise hectic day.

Josh sat at the kitchen table with multiple Sunday supplements spread all around him when Bobby stumbled out of his bedroom in just his boxers and a T-shirt, yawning and scratching his belly and balls at the same time. His semi-hard dick waggled in the front of his shorts. Bobby lurched into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later, looking fractionally more awake, minus morning wood.

“Coffee?” Bobby asked. “Okay if I help myself?”

“You know where it is,” Josh said, drawing back from the stench of alcohol that came off him in stale waves. “Jesus, your blood must be one hundred proof.”

“I think I’m still drunk,” Bobby observed. “The hangover hasn’t kicked in yet.”

“I don’t envy you when it does.”

“One cup of this and I’m crawling back beneath the duvet.”

Josh looked at him uncertainly. An idea had just occurred to him. He hoped he was wrong. “I don’t suppose my cousin is under that duvet with you?”

Bobby chuckled, his dark eyes crinkling. “Wouldn’t that be something? He is kinda hot. But little blond cupcakes are not my thing. In Kevin’s case, I could make an exception. Maybe.”

“But did you?”

“Too close to home, bro. The kid’s a cutie but he ain’t worth the earache. I’d never hear the last of it.”

It was some relief. Josh didn’t have a problem with his young cousin fucking around—but with Bobby, no way. His lodger was a good friend but a total slut. Kevin would need a lot more experience under his belt before he was ready for that old hound. “I don’t suppose you do know where he is? He hasn’t been home.”

“He’s between somebody’s sheets, all right. I walked into town with him last night, had a drink and showed him where to go.”

“You left him on his own?”

“No, he left me. I guess I cramped his style. He headed off toward Gala Square with a group of studenty types. He didn’t know how fast to ditch me once he got to talking to people his own age.”

Josh loosened up again. He’d been right about Kevin. He knew what he was doing. A young man in a new city making friends fast. There was nothing to worry about.

BUY LINKS

Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/silent-voices

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XXH9T1N/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1491562233&sr=8-3&keywords=thom+collins

Amazon USA: https://www.amazon.com/Silent-Voices-Thom-Collins-ebook/dp/B06XXH9T1N/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1491562407&sr=8-3&keywords=thom+collins

KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/silent-voices-15

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/silent-voices-thom-collins/1126168330;jsessionid=5F7489723C6FD83BD2A1910F02E6693C.prodny_store02-atgap09?ean=9781786515605

Thom Collins Bio

Thom Collins is the author of the novel Closer by Morning, with Pride Publishing. His love of page turning thrillers began at an early age when his mother caught him reading the latest Jackie Collins book and promptly confiscated it, sparking a life-long love of raunchy novels.

His novella Silent Voices will be published by Pride in May, followed by the novel Anthem of the Sea, the first book in the Anthem Trilogy. He has recently finished writing the second book in a series and is making plans for the third.

Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a fear of flying that gets worse with age. Since taking his first cruise in 2013 he realized that sailing is the way to go.

Links:

Blog: www. thomcollinsauthor.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter:   @thomwolf     and  @realthomcollins

Email: thomcollinsauthor@aol.com

 

 

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GUEST POST! The Undercover Pet by Samantha Cayto

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Threesome, How does that Work, Exactly?

One of the most frequently asked questions authors get is “where do you get your stories from?” Which is quickly followed up by “do you do the things you write about?” That second one is a question erotica writers particularly love getting. We wish we did all the things we write about. In my case, given that I’m a woman who writes about men having sex with other men, the answer is no. I’m simply not, shall we say, equipped to do so.

I honestly can’t tell you where my story ideas come from. They just of pop into my head. I think most authors would tell you that it’s not hard to come up with stories. What’s hard is keeping those stories inside you. That’s what got me writing finally, and I don’t think I’m unusual in that regard. I ended up focusing on MM erotica because those are the kind of stories that appeal to me. My college psych professor would probably say I’ve taken the theory of penis envy to the extreme. I would say I write about men banging other men because it’s hot.

So, if two men having sex is a great idea, why not three? From a writer’s perspective, the problem when you describe two guys having sex is that pronouns are tricky. Which “he” or which “him” is putting what where? Add in a third guy (or a fourth or more) and you’ve got quite the grammatical nightmare to sort out. But, it’s worth it in the end. The combinations are endless, and maybe it doesn’t matter if the reader loses track of body parts so long as everyone is having a good time!

I wanted to bring my Alien Slave Masters series to a conclusion, at least for now and in a way that ties up the storyline running through books. There’s something about the combination of a strong male interacting with a younger, more vulnerable male that I find particularly satisfying. My Travian characters were originally conceived as being supermen, totally alpha and hyper-masculine. But, at the same time, I realized that alpha males need more subordinate males because otherwise what’s the point of being an alpha? I’d done alien master/human pet various ways, then even turned it around to human master/alien pet. It seemed like the logical thing to do was to mix the concept up one more time to include alien master/human pet/alien pet.

In The Undercover Pet, I hope readers will find a satisfactory conclusion to the storyline and enjoy the dynamics of how a strong male deals with two submissive ones at the same time. And, how those submissive boys handle the natural rivalry of both trying to please the same master. I wanted the sexual chemistry among the three of them to be as hot as could be, creating various combinations of sexual play. It’s a fun math problem when it comes down to it – more things to play with means more fun all around. I’d like to think, too, that even as a story like that ends, the lovers involved will find a way to make their threesome a long lasting relationship.

Blurb for The Undercover Pet:

Ben Miller has volunteered for a near-suicide mission. He’s been offered as a pet to a vicious traitor in order to infiltrate the Travian rebellion. His goal is to learn the identities of all the traitors so that the Empire can end the murderous scheme for good. Terrified but determined, he yields his freedom and virginity to the coldly brutal, yet surprisingly appealing Dane.

Kath, banished from his family due to a stupid indiscretion, has been given a chance at redemption. While gathering intel on the rebellion, he is whisked away by Dane for his personal pleasure. The unexpected change gives him a chance to really make a difference, so long as he can survive Dane’s use of him and his own growing desire for his master.

Having spent most of his life bored on his mother’s estate, Dane has found a way to make his mark. Donning the mantle of a murderous traitor, he seeks a way to bring down the rebellion. Using the boys under his control is a necessary evil. The pleasure he finds in them is both disturbing and unexpected.

Ben, Kath, and Dane are hidden allies—if they can just learn to trust one another and use their growing affection for their common cause.

URL: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/the-undercover-pet

Author Bio:

Samantha Cayto is a Boston-area native who practices as a business lawyer by day while writing erotic romance at night—the steamier the better. She likes to push the envelope when it comes to writing about passion and is delighted other women agree that guy-on-guy sex is the hottest ever.

She lives a typical suburban life with her husband, three kids and three dogs. Her children don’t understand why they can’t read what she writes, but her husband is always willing to lend her a hand—and anything else—when she needs to chore

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GUEST POST: Sunshine, Sex and Sunflowers by Carol Lynne

 

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I fell in love with the m/m romance genre in 2006 when I wrote my first ménage. Since then, most of my readers would agree that I never shy away from writing all-male ménages. While I realize that stories about more than one love interest aren’t as popular, they feed my soul, so I continue to write them. I’ve never understood reader aversion to them, so I ignore it.

I’ve always thought it would be easier to split household and bedroom activities between three people. I know that in romance, characters should always be ready and willing to have sex-on-demand, but is that at all realistic? As much fun as it is, there are those occasions when one or the other isn’t in the mood. In that case, think of how awesome it would be to have someone else there to give the one wanting what they need.

In Harvest Heat, I introduced readers to Lochie and Jamie. In Sunshine, Sex & Sunflowers, I bring Jacko, Lochie’s lifelong friend and former crush, into their relationship. I didn’t plan to add a third to the original couple, but that’s what happens when you get so involved with your characters. Jacko was a sexy secondary character who was supposed to have his own story where he’d fall in love with someone I’d yet to introduce, but while writing Harvest Heat, I couldn’t shrug off the feeling that Jacko belonged with Lochie and Jamie.

Jamie’s heart is the size of Australia, so I could easily see him opening his home when Jacko lost his family’s farm. Lochie loved Jacko as a friend, but he’d also had a crush on him since they’d both hit puberty. I honestly don’t believe Lochie and Jacko would have ever opened themselves enough to discover their mutual love and attraction had it not been for Jamie. For me, that’s the beauty of a ménage. It can bring characters together that would otherwise never find each other.

I just realize that I wrote the above paragraph as if these were real men instead of three characters. I guess it’s a good thing that I get so involved with my stories that by the time I’m finished, I think of them as real. I even find myself wondering what they are doing months or years after I’ve finished the book. For me, my characters continue to live the happy lives they’ve built long after I finish the last written word of their story.

Blurb

Will Jacko find love among the sunflowers?

After losing his family’s station in Australia to the bank, Jacko Hennesy moves in with his best mate, Lochie McBride. Trouble is, Lochie already has a roommate—his new lover, Jamie. Trying to settle into everyday life with two men isn’t as easy as Jacko had hoped. Although he’s been in love with his best friend for years, Jacko also finds himself attracted to Jamie. Watching the constant flirting and touching every day is enough to reduce the tough bushman to a puddle of need. What’s a bloke to do when he falls for two sexy men?

Buy Link

Amazon US

About the author

An avid reader for years, one day Carol Lynne decided to write her own brand of romance. While writing her first novel, Branded by Gold, Carol fell in love with the M/M genre. Carol juggles between being a full-time mother and a full-time writer. With close to 150 releases, one thing is certain, Carol loves to keep busy writing sexy cowboys, shifters, bodyguards, vampires and everything in between. Although series books are her passion, Carol enjoys penning the occasional stand-alone title.

As founder and President of GRL Retreat, Inc., Carol helps organize the annual GayRomLit Retreat. Now in its seventh year, GayRomLit is an annual retreat that brings together the people who create and celebrate LGBT romance for a one-of-a-kind, must-attend gathering of dynamic, informal, and diverse fun.

Carol loves to hear from her readers. You can email her at carol@carol-lynne.net. She also has two websites www.Carol-Lynne.net and www.CattleValley.net

 

 

 

 

 

 

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INTERVIEW: Thom Collins, author of Gods of Vengeance

 Thom Collins stops by as he celebrates the release of his new book, Gods of Vengeance.

Tell us about Gods of Vengeance

This is a contemporary romantic thriller. Following the murder of his best friend Owen, Riley joins forces with his brother Mark, a Naval Captain, to seek revenge on the men who killed him. It’s set in a small rural community with problems of its own. Mark hates the place and has avoided it for years until personal tragedy brings him home. It’s a quick, exciting read. I saw it in my head as one-off BBC drama, a hard-hitting story for a cold night.

So, what else have you written?

I’ve written under a couple of different pen names since my early 20s. My first publishing credits were for gay porn mags in the 1990s. It seems strange now, but that was a big market back then and pretty good money. $200 for a 2,000 word story. No one offers those kinds of fees anymore. My first romance novel was Closer by Morning, another contemporary thriller, published last summer by Pride Publishing. It was a great start to a new era in my career. My next release after Gods of Vengeance, is a novella called Silent Voices, due out in May.

What are you working on at the minute?

I’m currently writing the Anthem Trilogy. The first novel Anthem of the Sea, is scheduled for a June release from Pride Publishing. I’ve just finished writing the second book in the series and am about to start the third. The Anthem Trilogy is about a couple, Daniel and Elijah, who meet under difficult circumstances. We follow the development of their relationship across three books, each set about a year apart. Readers can look forward to danger, intrigue, revenge, romance and lots of hot sex. All my favourite things.

When did you write your first book and how old were you?

I think I was around 12 or 13 when I attempted my first book. It was a Jackie Collins inspired saga, using people from school as the basis for my characters. I can’t remember much about it but it was very bitchy and OTT. I wrote in a hardback note book with a wrap around jacket I designed myself.

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

I’m quite a geek, so when I’m not writing I love watching TV and movies. I love horror films, especially from the 70s and 80s. I love binge watching TV series on Netflix. I’m currently hooked on Teen Wolf, mainly because of a massive crush I’ve developed on Tyler Heochlin. I also like collecting vinyl records, both new and old. The more outlandish the sleeve art, the better. I also love to cook and try new recipes. I’m a nightmare when it comes to eating out and usually moan “I cook better stuff than this at home.” I don’t know how my husband puts up with me but thank God he does.

Thanks for visiting us today and happy release day!

Blurb

United in passion. Driven by vengeance.

Owen Hazard, a young farmer is dead. Murdered while he tried to prevent a robbery on his land. His older brother, Captain Mark Hazard, returns home for the funeral. Owen’s best friend, Riley runs the local pub. He has information about the night Owen was killed – he knows who was responsible. The police are doing nothing. Vengeance is their only option.

United in their passion for each other and a thirst for revenge, Riley and Mark must take the law into their own hands if there’s to be any justice for Owen.

General Release: 21st March 2017

BUY LINKS

Pride Publishing

Amazon UK

Amazon USA

About the author

Thom Collins is the author of the novel Closer by Morning, with Pride Publishing. His love of page turning thrillers began at an early age when his mother caught him reading the latest Jackie Collins book and promptly confiscated it, sparking a life-long love of raunchy novels.

His novella Silent Voices will be published by Pride in May, followed by the novel Anthem of the Sea, the first book in the Anthem Trilogy. He has recently finished writing the second book in a series and is making plans for the third.

Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a fear of flying that gets worse with age. Since taking his first cruise in 2013 he realized that sailing is the way to go.

Social Media Links:

Blog: www. thomcollinsauthor.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter:   @thomwolf     and  @realthomcollins

Email: thomcollinsauthor@aol.com

 

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GUEST POST: Patience by Helena Stone

Meeting the Challenge – aka The Trouble our Friends get us into

Did you ever do anything that, in retrospect, was utterly foolish and possibly irresponsible? And if so, why did you do it? Was it a spur of the moment thing or did somebody else push your buttons?

Challenges and bets, can be both tempting and dangerous. Of course it is exciting to do something that’s outside the norm or even not entirely allowed, but on the other hand, there’s always the risk of being found out and having to face consequences if things don’t go according to plan. I know because I speak from experience.

I think I was only ten when my best friend challenged me to scale the roof of the local primary school in the hope that we’d find lost tennis balls there. The school had several levels and the lowest roof was fairly easy to reach, as was the second. The third and highest roof however, was two floors higher.

My best friend was both more adventurous and more athletic than me. She had to help me get up onto the lower roofs because on my own I wouldn’t have made it. Both of us were very disappointed when we didn’t find a single ball on those levels. “But”, my ever optimistic friend said, “we’ll just climb to the next roof. There’s bound to be lots of balls there.”

In theory this was a great idea. In practice however, there was no way I was climbing any higher. This school was one of those buildings made mostly of glass, which meant there was very little to hang on to while climbing. Never one to be denied, my friend scaled the glass wall and reached the top ceiling only to discover two things; there were no tennis balls to be found there either, and a police car was on its way to our location.

In retrospect everything would have been fine if she’d just stayed where she was. But youthful enthusiasm (or mindless optimism) took over and my friend tried to get back down to me as fast as she possibly could. About half way down she lost her grip and fell….

I don’t think I’ll ever forget those few seconds. I watched her in shocked horror as she came down and fell through the glass roof into what I knew to be the auditorium of the school. With tears streaming down my cheeks and sick with worry I shouted her name through the hole in the glass, not expecting an answer. When she responded I almost collapsed in relief.

By this time the police car had pulled up at the school. One of the policemen had to climb on the roof to lower me down to the ground, because I couldn’t make myself move after the shock I’d been through. I can’t remember how they got into the school, but the officers found my friend and put the two of us in the back of their car before driving us home. Needless to say both our parents were horrified when their daughters were delivered home by the police. Their anger and punishments didn’t bother me though. I was shocked when my friend, days later, told me that if only I’d jumped into the school after her, the police would never have found us. To this day I’m glad I wasn’t quite foolish enough to do something like that. Just because she was lucky enough to land in a large box filled with knitting projects didn’t mean I would have done so too.

The whole experience did teach me one very important life lesson; be careful before you agree to a bet or accept a challenge.

Let’s hope that Xander has more luck when he accepts the challenge set by his friend Eric in Patience.

Buy Link

Buy Patience from Pride Publishing

Blurb for Patience:

Patience is a virtue. But what if you wait too long?

While Xander Ekman’s dream of becoming a successful artist has come true, his love life has gone from bad to worse. Sick of the endless string of one-night stands, he accepts the challenge when his best friend, Erik, bets him that he can’t be celibate for a month. Now all he needs is a reminder to keep his distance in the heat of the moment.

Troy Moriarty doesn’t have time for love. He’s too busy trying to keep his recently opened tattoo parlor afloat. Besides, ever since the man who was supposed to be his business partner abandoned him to run the shop on his own, he has a hard time trusting others.

When Xander turns to Troy for a tattoo that will remind him to be patient, the attraction is instant. But faced with Xander’s month of celibacy, Troy’s trust issues, and a nemesis lurking in the background, their relationship may be doomed before it has a chance to begin.

Author Bio

Helena Stone can’t remember a life before words and reading. After growing up in a household where no holiday or festivity was complete without at least one new book, it’s hardly surprising she now owns more books than shelf space while her Kindle is about to explode.

The urge to write came as a surprise. The realisation that people might enjoy her words was a shock to say the least. Now that the writing bug has well and truly taken hold, Helena can no longer imagine not sharing the characters in her head and heart with the rest of the world.

Having left the hustle and bustle of Amsterdam for the peace and quiet of the Irish Country side she divides her time between reading, writing, long and often wet walks with the dog, her part-time job in a library, a grown-up daughter and her ever loving and patient husband.