A Mika Review: Breakaway (Scoring Chances #1) by Avon Gale

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Rating: 4.5 stars out of 5

Breakaway coverDrafted to play for the Jacksonville Sea Storm, an NHL affiliate, twenty-year-old Lane Courtnall’s future looks bright, apart from the awkwardness he feels as a gay man playing on a minor league hockey team. He’s put his foot in his mouth a few times and alienated his teammates. Then, during a rivalry game, Lane throws off his gloves against Jared Shore, enforcer for the Savannah Renegades. It’s a strange way to begin a relationship.

Jared’s been playing minor league hockey for most of his career. He’s bisexual and doesn’t care if anyone knows. But he’s determined to avoid another love affair after the last one left him devastated. Out of nowhere a one-nighter with rookie Lane Courtnall gives him second thoughts. Lane reminds Jared why he loves the game and why love might be worth the risk. In turn, Jared hopes to show Lane how to be comfortable with himself on and off the ice. But they’re at different points in their careers, and both men will have to decide what they value most.

 

Clueless, sincere, and adorable. Those are the three words I would use to describe Lane Courtnall!!! I have a semi crush on him. Gawd he’s perfect, his naivety is so freaking adorable. I liked him a lot from the very beginning. I liked Jared as well, and I was happy how his character and Lane’s were able to mesh perfectly together. I really liked the story, the pacing as well as the writing. This is my first book by Avon Gale, and it will never be my last. I requested this book on the whim of all the great things that I’ve heard about her books. I’ve yet to read Let the Wrong Light In. I am going to wait as long as I can to. I’ve had it since it was released and it’s going on my holiday break to read.

If I can have one book wish, I would wish for Avon Gale’s Lane and T.J. Klune’s Gus to be in a book together!!! Total awesomeness is what that would be. I’m not a hockey fan at all. Sure I live in a hockey city, but it’s something I don’t understand. I really liked that she was true to her subject. I wasn’t as lost as I would have thought I would be. Avon did a really good job between the love of the mc’s and the game that they both love.

I completely read this book in one sitting. I liked the Teen Wolf reference; I loved Zoe as a character. She is a strong female secondary character. Both guys dealt with problems from their childhoods, and they kind of bonded over being solidarity creatures in their adult life. They thrive on being apart of a team. Together is better for these two, and I really appreciated how they were able to fall in love. I like grand gestures, and of course the support of being in a relationship; so I was really happy that Jared was able to find his happiness. I’m super excited for book two because Riley interests me a ton, and Ethan just seems like this great protector. I’m already gushing for book two.

Cover Art by Aaron Anderson: I think this cover is fantastic for sports fans; it’s nice to see to opposing teams fall in love. Definitely liked the lighting.

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Book Details:

ebook, 240 pages
Published November 27th 2015 by Dreamspinner Press
ISBN139781634764865
edition languageEnglish
seriesScoring Chances #1

A Stella Review: If I Were Fire by Heloise West

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Rating: 4 stars out of 5

IIf I Were Fire covern 18th century Siena, Count Salvesto Masello returns home to find the family villa and his father’s estate deeply in debt. In order to save it, he sells valuable heirlooms, but he is running out of silverware. Somewhere in the villa, his deceased father has hidden the art treasures that will pay the debt—but Salvesto can’t find them anywhere.

Amadeo Neruccio has been on the run from the vicious pimp, thief, and pawnbroker Guelfetto, whose toughs finally catch him and bring him to the cellar where Count Masello is selling off his silver. When the count learns what fate Guelfetto has in store for Amadeo, he intervenes, and trades the last of his mother’s dowry for the young man’s freedom.

Salvesto left home over ten years ago to live the life of adventure he craved and leave his broken heart behind. When he rescues Amadeo, he does not expect to find love again—or the start of his next adventure.

I picked this short by Heloise West, a new  author for me,  because as it was set in Italy, I couldn’t say no. It was delightful reading, really well done.

The story between Salvesto and Amedeo takes place in the Siena of the 18th century.

Salvesto Masello has just become Conte, he inherited the last villa among his father’s possessions and all its debts. He is having serious financial problems and while selling his silvers to try and save the failure his father made, he meets a young man who is being beaten almost to death.

Amadeo Neruccio has been betrayed and abandoned by his family and now he is going to be sold at a bathhouse. Can Selvesto save him from his destiny?

I admit I didn’t expect to love this story so much, because at first I found it hard to read, something in the writing style made me sweat a little but later I understood was just my limit with the language. What I particularly enjoyed was the atmosphere Heloise created, she got all the smells, the olives, the grapes, the rosemary and lavender plants and foods in general. I was able to appreciate the characters, the secondary ones too, and for a short like this, I found them to be quite developed. I would have just preferred more scenes between the MCs and their romantic relationship.

If I Were Fire is just fifty-nine pages but there was a great work behind the short length. I’m not great at history but what I recall fits the setting of this story. The rivalry between Florence and Siena, the underworld life made of illicit activities. The strong faith in Santa Caterina. The characters names and surnames, the places. I loved it was specific in every little detail, things were never hinted, always clear in the references that indicate a thorough and careful research, from the first sentence.

And when I realized she titled this story like a Cecco Angiolieri poem, S’i’ fosse foco, she won me over.

COVER ART by L.C. Chase. It fits the historical theme. It is well done and the Sienese elements are very appreciated.

Sales Links:  Dreamspinner Press | All Romance (ARe) | Amazon | Buy It Here

Book Details:
ebook, 59 pages
Published September 16th 2015 by Dreamspinner Press
ISBN 1634765664
Edition Language English

 

Jump Into the Season of Holiday Romance with Annabelle Jacobs’ ‘Magic & Mistletoe’ (excerpt and giveaway)

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Magic & Mistletoe by Annabelle Jacobs
Release Date: November 30, 2015

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Publisher: Annabelle Jacobs
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

 

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Christmas is Harry’s favourite time of the year, but it looks like he’ll be spending it alone. When it comes to the men he fancies, his luck is non-existent. Harry’s nerves always get the better of him—especially when he tries to talk to Andrew, the hot guy downstairs.

Everything changes when Harry meets a mysterious girl in the woods who professes to be a witch. He dismisses her claims, but when odd things start happening to him, he has to reconsider.

Andrew was attracted to Harry from the start, but their awkward encounters put him off. All goes well until Harry opens his mouth—and ruins it with his stupidity and silly comments. When Harry suddenly becomes more relaxed and they have a proper conversation, Andrew realises his first impression was wrong. As the days count down to December 25, they get swept up in the Christmas spirit and their relationship moves faster than either expected.

A little winter magic might have been the push they needed, but Harry worries that when it wears off, he’ll no longer be the man Andrew wants.

 

Pages or Words: 40,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, Humor, M/M Romance

Excerpt

Harry didn’t need to look behind him to have his suspicions confirmed. The smug expression on Jason’s face said it all. “I hate you,” he whispered.

Jason kicked his shin. “Sit up, smile, and look happy to see him.”

Two minutes later, Andrew was pulling up a chair and setting his drink on the table.

Harry looked at the red takeaway cup topped with a mountain of whipped cream, and grinned. Instead of blurting out the first thing that came to mind—“Are you really gonna drink that?”—because God only knew what would happen this time to make him stop, Harry paused and took a sip of his coffee.

Andrew darted a glance between Harry and Jason, beginning to look uncomfortable, as though he thought he’d interrupted them.

Harry took a deep breath, then gestured at Andrew’s cup. “Is that one of the Christmas specials?” That wasn’t so hard, was it?

He relaxed a little as Andrew smiled at him and settled back in his chair.

“Yeah, it’s the gingerbread latte. I don’t normally indulge, but it’s bloody freezing out there today, and I fancied something delicious and bad for me.” His gaze caught Harry’s and lingered.

A flare of warmth filled Harry’s chest. This was flirting, right? It wasn’t his imagination.

Then Jason opened his big mouth and ruined the moment, saying, “Yeah, I think Kyle has that effect on a lot of people.”

Harry choked on his mouthful of coffee, just managing to swallow it instead of spraying it over the table. He glared daggers at Jason, who feigned innocence.

Andrew glanced over at the counter, then back at Jason, and laughed, his eyes crinkling at the edges. Harry bit his lip in frustration. Why couldn’t he get Andrew to laugh like that?

“Yeah,” Andrew said, “He’s not bad to look at.” Then his gaze slid back to Harry and his smile softened. “Not my type, though.”

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Meet the Author

Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with her 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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Get a Little Heat with Your Holiday Cheer with Home for the Holidays Anthology! (Excerpts and giveaway)

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Home for the Holidays

M/M Romance Anthology

SJ Himes

Jenna Kendrick

Heather C. Leigh

Liv Rancourt

Felice Stevens

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Cover Design: LateNite Designs

Cover Photo: StockPhoto

Release Date: 11.29.15

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Amazon AU: http://bit.ly/1OkPsWI

 

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Home can be a person as well as a place. Everyone deserves a home for the holidays, as the stories in this collection affirm.

Proceeds from Home for the Holidays are being donated to the Ali Forney Center in New York City to help homeless LGBTQ youth.

*The Eighth Night by Jenna Kendrick

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Going home for the holiday only to find his parents have made other plans, Kai Meyers is thrilled to reunite with an old friend. Disowned by his religious family, Ari Fisher is use to being treated like a boy toy rather than a boyfriend, and now he only has eight days to reveal his secrets to Kai.

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Kai pulled up to the valet and peeled his stiff fingers from the wheel. White-knuckling it through downtown Boston traffic did not foster the inner peace necessary to handle spending the holidays with his family. He’d spent the majority of the drive kicking himself for not taking the train from Albany, but then he wouldn’t have been able to put in a couple hours at the office before heading out.

He popped the trunk of his blue Fusion and pulled his duffel bag and laptop backpack from the passenger seat. By the time he walked to the back of the car, a bellhop had already pulled his small suitcase out of the trunk and was on his way into the building with it, leaving Kai no choice but to follow. Entering the private resident lobby, he was cleared by security and escorted to the elevators. He remembered how uncomfortable he’d been with all this pomp and ceremony when he was fifteen and his family had moved into the building. The fanciful idea of living in a hotel belonged in children’s books, not real life. He still felt awkward as an adult, as if he were acting out a scene in a movie.

He exited the elevator on the 30th floor and immediately spotted the bags in the hall outside his parents’ apartment. No. They wouldn’t…

“Malachai, you’re finally here.” His mother stepped into the hall, pulling on her gloves. “I just left you a note on the kitchen counter.” She looked down at the bags as if checking to see they were all accounted for, but Kai saw the lack of eye contact for the avoidance tactic it was.

“Going somewhere? I thought we were having a family Chanukah this year.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jenna Kendrick writes male/male new adult and contemporary romance, her favorite genre to read. She lives in Upstate New York, where she spends the better part of the year trying to stay warm and dry. When she’s not writing, she reads, watches The Princess Bride and The Avengers far too often, spends time with her husband and friends, and drinks more coffee and tea than she’d care to admit. She shares her home office with her dog, Tally, and her cats, Loki and Tamiris.

Jenna spent most of her class time in high school writing bad poetry and short stories in which her teachers were the villains. She began writing in earnest in college, putting it aside for a few years to work as a teacher and product manager for several online services. In addition to writing fiction, Jenna also writes nonfiction technical books under another name.

 

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*24-Hour Hold by Heather C. Leigh

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Detectives Damon Porter and Anderson Malloy are now partners at Denver’s Major Case Unit. The problem is, they used to be boyfriends, and now they’re feeling anything but friendly towards each other.

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“Shut the fuck up!” Captain Terrell roars. The room falls silent. “The holidays are around the corner and I want our citizens feeling safe enough to go out and enjoy themselves and safe in their own homes and businesses. That means closing these cases.

“Now,” Terrell walks over to the side of the room, motioning for someone to join him. From the back row, I can only see the top of a dark head of tousled hair as it weaves through the crowded room toward the front. “This detective has seven years of police experience, five of them with the Major Crimes Division in Miami. He’s originally from Denver and is going to be with us here at Robbery and Larceny temporarily to help us out as he’s being transferred to Homicide after these cases are solved, so you assholes better play nice.” Captain glares at us before nodding to the man and stepping aside.

I squint at the podium, tilting to peek around Gorski’s big fat head. Before I can get a good look at the new detective, he speaks. Seven years later, I still recognize that voice. The voice of the first man I ever loved.

“Good morning. I’m Detective Anderson Malloy, but everyone calls me Ace. I’d like to thank Captain Terrell and the rest of you for your hospitality while I’m here in Larceny. I’m a pretty easy going guy and I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.”

My mind races, scrambling for a way to sneak out of the room without being noticed. Fuck! Seven fucking years and it feels as if it was just yesterday that Anderson Malloy pressed me down on his bunk at the academy, his hot mouth traveling across my chest.

“I also want to say—”

Malloy’s gaze lands on me, causing him to stumble over his words. My mouth goes dry and blazing heat floods my face.

Anderson blinks, dazed, and rushes through the rest of his little speech. “I want to say… ummmm, I hope we can work together and clear up some of your case load. Thanks.”

“Alright assholes,” Captain says. “I’ll be reassigning cases so stay close to get your new files.”

Anderson tries to get to me, waving his fingers in my direction, but every detective in the room wants to introduce themselves, standing in his way with outstretched hands. Taking advantage of the distraction, I grab my mug of faux-coffee and dart out of the room before anyone can stop me.

Hurriedly, I weave my way through the desks in the bullpen, ducking back into the kitchenette like a coward. My heart is racing in my chest. I can feel sweat gathering under the collar of my very expensive designer shirt. Shit, I’m acting like a nervous virgin on prom night. Big fucking deal if Anderson is here. I dumped him, not the other way around. If anyone should feel uncomfortable, it should be Malloy.

Then why am I the one hiding?

“Porter, if you’re not going to have coffee, think you can move your not-so-sexy ass out of the way?”

My back bristles at the sound of Dave Richardson’s snarky jab at my sexuality. Hiding my anger, as usual, I step aside so he can fill his well-worn Denver Broncos mug with coffee-substitute.

Hope you choke on it, asshole.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Heather C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon bestselling Famous series. She likes to write about the ‘dark’ side of fame. The part that the public doesn’t get to see, how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.

Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.

She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it’s not real chocolate so it doesn’t count) and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.

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*Learning to Love by Felice Stevens

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Returning home for the holiday, caterer Gideon Marks tried hard to push away his high school crush. But Rabbi Jonah Fine wouldn’t let him run again, or keep the secret Gideon’s tried so desperately to hide.

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“What do you want?” I blurted out. Yes I was rude, but he deserved it for waking me up.

He stood and met my glare with a troubled expression in those deep blue eyes. “To talk to you and find out why you’re so mad at me.”

“Didn’t you ever hear of the invention known as the telephone?” I couldn’t help it. After all these years, having Jonah in such close proximity to my body was affecting me in ways I didn’t want and couldn’t let happen. “I’m making coffee.” I turned my back on him and went into the kitchen.

“I’m not stupid. You’d either ignore my calls or hang up on me.”

He was there right behind me, his breath touching the back of my neck. I finished pouring the water into the well, congratulating myself that though my hands shook, I didn’t spill any. I set it to brew and sidestepped to the counter that doubled as my table, away from the heat of Jonah’s large body. He had a good four inches on me and although I never felt small, standing in front of Jonah I could easily imagine sinking into his broad chest, his arms wrapped around me.

Fuck.

“So you’re here now. Talk to me, but make it quick.”

Jonah seemed surprised. “Why, what’s the hurry?” He followed me and sat at one of the bar stools. “Besides.” He grinned and pointed to the bag on the edge of the counter I’d somehow missed seeing. “I brought cinnamon raisin bagels and that chocolate chip cream cheese you always liked so much.”

Stunned by Jonah’s recall, I stared at him. “How…what?” I couldn’t wrap my head around Jonah remembering such a minute detail about me.

His warm smile beamed. “I have an excellent memory for things. Like how you like hazelnut flavored coffee and your fries extra crispy. That you hate Sicilian pizza. How you like 80’s music and Britney Spears.”

“Well, yeah, duh. What gay man doesn’t?” I shrugged.

Smile lines radiated from the corner of his eyes. “I made a point of not losing track of you, Gideon. And I’ve been proud of your successes.”

The warm glow from Jonah’s response faded. “Why? Because you thought I couldn’t do it and you expected to see me fail?” Even though his actions belied my words, I couldn’t stop ranting. “Surprised you didn’t I? Dumb Gideon made something out of himself.” I fled to the opposite side of the apartment and stood by the windows, which overlooked the street below.

“Wrong.”

Once again Jonah stood behind me, but this time he took me by the shoulder and spun me around so we were face to face. I gazed up at him, shocked by the desire I saw in his eyes. I licked my lips and watched his stare drop to my mouth.

“Jonah?” I couldn’t get another word out.

He took my face between his hands and brushed his lips against mine, gentle as a feather, yet my body burned. His lips rested on the corner of my mouth, our cheeks touching. The entire world could have disappeared; nothing else mattered but the feel of Jonah’s hands on me.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” The curve of his smile imprinted itself on my skin.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. While life is tough, she believes there is a happy ending for everyone. She started reading traditional historical romances as a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn’t until she picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth’s court that her interest in romance novels was renewed.

But somewhere along the way, her reading shifted to stories of men falling in love. Once she picked up her first gay romance, she became so enamored of the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion there was no turning back.

Felice lives in New York City with her husband and two children. Her day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. Although she practices law, she daydreams of a time when she can sit by a beach and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be some angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.

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*Saving Silas by SJ Himes

Paramedic Gael Dominic wasn’t expecting much from the holidays. Blood, death, and loneliness were constants. So when tragedy puts a wounded Silas in his path, Gael takes a chance on his alleyway angel and love.

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Beep….beep….beep….

Someone needs to turn off that notification alert…Silas thought, annoyed. He tried to turn his head and bury it under his pillow, but he couldn’t seem to muster the strength. He moaned, irritated, and tried to lift a hand to wipe at his face. There was something making his nose itch. A tug on his arm made him stop, and he gasped as pain radiated out from his shoulder and down his chest.

“Don’t move,” came a voice from nearby. Deep and rumbly. Smooth. Like coffee. Silas smiled, and settled back into his bed, wanting to hear more of that voice. The pain went away, and he floated in a gray place, light coming and going as he listened to the world around him. “That’s it, angel. Don’t try to move, just relax.”

The annoying beeping faded, and Silas focused on the sounds of someone moving next to him, and the warmth of a hand taking hold of his. Larger, callused, strong. Silas smiled, despite the itching around his upper lip and nose. He closed his fingers around the hand that held his, and rubbed his thumb over hot, smooth skin. He hated to be touched by strangers, but this man, this hand, was something else.

“Nurse, I think he’s waking up.” That voice again. “Hey, angel. Can you open your eyes? The doctor is coming, and some people need to talk to you. Can you wake up for me?”

“Keep…” Silas whispered, throat dry. He swallowed, and tried again with better success. “Keep talking to me.”

A chuckle, flowing like warm water over his body. Silas shivered, and held the hand tighter. It had been so long since he felt the affectionate touch of another. That kiss which started his nightmare didn’t count, it was nothing compared to how it felt to hold this man’s hand. “I can do that. Let me see those eyes, kiddo. Wake up for me.”

“Not a kid.” Silas pried one eye open a fraction, wanting to see the owner of the sexiest voice in the world. His eyes watered at the brightness, and he blinked, managing to open them both. Everything was blurry, and it was hard to think past the gray haze swirling around in his brain. He squinted, and his gaze narrowed to the figure standing next to him.

“Wow….” Silas breathed out, in awe. “You are so pretty.”

The man above him froze, bronzed skin going dusky rose from a blush that swept his high cheekbones. Dark eyes, dark hair shorn short, and tattoos peeking out over the top of a dark blue uniform shirt collar, the man above him could’ve been a one of those half-naked veteran models that was flooding Facebook. Just wearing too many clothes. He was gorgeous. And he looked very tired.

He should be scared. This man, this hot, sexy man, was exactly the type of guy he should be afraid of, he should be wary of…though his father was older, and not as broad across the chest and shoulders. This man oozed strength, without the malice his father wore like a mantle. This man gave him a soft, awed smile, a smile that made Silas’ skin shiver in reaction, his belly quiver.

“Umm, thanks. You’re not bad looking yourself, kid. Can you tell me your name?”

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I’m a thirty something bisexual cisgendered woman with way too big an imagination, but that comes in handy when I’m writing. I have been writing since I was a child, when I took a four page assignment on what I was going to do on summer vacation and turned it into a 100 page fantasy epic all written by hand…in crayons. No joke.

I work a day job, but I can’t share for who, since the Old Man isn’t as liberated as the people who read my books. I’m married, I have furbabies, and I live with loved ones. I adore a certain show about a British consulting detective and his grumpy army doctor, and that spawned an addiction to Johnlock fanfiction, which then evolved into me writing it. Gawd, that’s embarrassing. Put this down in the TMI section of my Bio, okay? I enjoy martial arts, movies where things blow up, and I wish I lived in a Marvel movie.

I live in the beautiful and lonely Berkshire County in Massachusetts, and I see way more wildlife than I care to on a daily basis (bears!). My perfect day is reading surrounded by friends and family who don’t think it’s odd I want to hang out but not talk, and my favorite scent of all time is a cool fall evening with leaves burning….less a scent, and more of an experience.
My writing is focused on gay and lesbian people, who are more than interesting side characters that hang out with the heterosexual MCs. My wish for the future is that when people ask me what I do for a living, I can say, “I write gay romance,” and NOT get weird looks. Also write under pen name Revella Hawthorne.

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*Christmas in LaLa Land by Liv Rancourt

For a Danaan sidhe like Aron, touching a human has consequences, while Damian’s hiding some serious scars behind his smile. A holiday trip to LA forces them to choose between acting on their attraction or giving up on love because of the past.

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An evening spent siphoning off another soul’s fear of mortality is a fabulous way to mess up a good night’s sleep. Around nine in the morning, I sank into my favorite kitchen chair, nursing a fresh-brewed cup of coffee and wondering if a fan would work to blow away the stink of burned java from last night’s pot. Wednesday was delivery day, my regularly scheduled opportunity to flirt.

The small Formica table was older than me, and though the tube-metal chair wasn’t comfortable, the spot by the window gave me a view of the alley that ran behind our house. Our San Francisco neighborhood was made up of Victorian painted ladies, now occupied by the kind of people who drove Saabs, Volvos, and the occasional Prius. Late commuters slowly navigated the steep incline, while fog smudged the alley’s edges, narrowing their route.

My mug was half-empty when the boxy, green, AmazonFresh delivery truck pulled up behind the house. I held my breath. What if he’d taken the day off?

The truck’s engine stopped with a heavy cough.

My heartbeat hitched, skittered, and I washed down a tangle of nerves with some coffee. The Man of the Hour swung out of the driver’s seat, all dark, dark skin, glossy white smile, and a sweet fade with mini-dreads on top. Damian Jones.

The whole package made me shiver.

A moment later he knocked, and I popped up to open the back door.

“Gurl, you look like something the cat upchucked and left for dead,” Damian said.

The gleam in his dark eyes lit a match somewhere down south of my border. Awkward, because I’d dressed in little bootie shorts and had to sit down fast to avoid giving him an anatomy lesson. “Thanks, darling.”

Sitting didn’t disappoint me. I mean, it’s not like I was hoping he’d notice my ass. At all.

Lying.

He carried in two large, green plastic tubs loaded with enough stuff to make his biceps bulge. Setting them down by our antique refrigerator, he gave the kitchen a quick scan. “You know where she put the empties?”

“Maybe down in the basement?” A nice person would get up and look. A nice person who didn’t have a hard-on busting through his bootie shorts.

“All right, honey. I got another armload out in the truck, and then I’ll go get ’em.”

He called me honey!

Damian left, and the burned coffee stink overwhelmed me. He handled everything with such cool while I sat like fruit on a log.

I huffed, straightened, and planted my hands on my hips. Not this time. This time I’d take the initiative. Jumping out of the chair, I figured the steep cellar stairs would bring my dick crashing back to reality.

The empty Amazon containers were there, and on the way back to the kitchen, my initiative rolled over into inspiration. Or insanity.

In my excitement, I almost ran right into Damian. He came through the back door, carrying a couple soft-sided carriers by the straps.

“Hey,” I said, spitting out the word before common sense could crush my enthusiasm.

His tongue flirted with me, bright pink against his dark lips. “Wassup?”

“Ahh … do you have time for coffee?” Because why live forever if you hate being alive?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire … or sometimes demon … I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they’re brats.

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Come find me. We’ll have fun!

 

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Twitter www.twitter.com/LivRancourt

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Coffee Sip and Book Break with Professional Distance by Silvia Violet (excerpt and Giveaway)

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Thorne & Dash Book 1

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Release Date: 11.28.15

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Thornwell Shipton is wealthy, uptight, closeted, and an incurable workaholic. A tragic love affair left him terrified of relationships, so he tells himself sex is better scheduled and paid for.

Riley Dashwood is young, easy-going, and comfortable in his own skin. He’s a passionate baker and an aspiring chef, working as an escort to save up for culinary school.

They’re clearly made for each other.

When Thorne hires Dash, it’s lust at first sight. After a few scorching nights together, both men start to wonder if what’s between them is more than physical, but their age gap and resistance to romance make them afraid to change their professional relationship to a personal one. Dash pushes Thorne to admit he wants things he’s denied himself for years. Kinky things. Soft, caring things. Things that force him to open his heart, not just his body. To move forward, one or the other must take a risk and ask for what he really wants.

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Thorne’s intercom buzzed. “A Mr. Dash is here to see you. He says he’s expected. Shall I send him up?”

“Yes, Je-Michaels, thank you.” Michaels had only been working as a doorman in Thorne’s building for a few weeks, yet Thorne had lost count of the number of times he’d almost called the man Jeeves. Michaels’ British accent and starched appearance simply begged for it. Years ago he’d loved to watch and re-watch the Masterpiece Theatre version of Wodehouse’s Jeeves and Wooster, with Clint, his—boyfriend was certainly not right, even lover didn’t fit—boss. His boss whom he’d occasionally fucked. Now, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d watched anything but videos of junior consultants’ meetings.

Two crisp knocks at the door signaled that Dash had made the long elevator ride to his penthouse apartment.

Thorne’s pulse sped up. He resented how very much he needed this respite from work, these moments where he actually let go of all his clients’ woes and indulged himself. Yet he kept paying for it, every week that he was in town. He imagined being fucked roughly, hands held down, as Dash whispered dirty words in his ear. By the time Thorne reached the door, he was already hard. Dash damn well better work out; but whether or not Thorne requested him to come back, he was going to get fucked tonight.

He checked the peephole out of habit, although Michaels and the other doormen were quite strict about checking credentials before allowing anyone in the building. The young man standing at Thorne’s door appeared to be in his early twenties, as were most of the service’s employees. He had dirty-blond hair that curled loosely and was longer than he could have worn it if he’d worked in Thorne’s office. His hazel eyes had a mischievous look to them that held promise. His smile, however, wasn’t at all what Thorne was expecting. It was fresh and sunny and it reached his eyes, a true smile, like he was meeting a friend, not conducting illicit business.

Quit trying to read so much into him. This isn’t a business meeting where you have to size up the clients. It’s a fucking hook-up that you paid for.

Thorne opened the door.

“Mr. Shipton?” the boy asked.

Thorne nodded and stepped back so Dash could enter.

“I’m Dash; Sheila told me you were a client of Marc’s.” Dash lifted the strap of the messenger bag he carried over his head and sat the bag against the wall in the entryway.

“That’s right,” Thorne answered. “He suited my needs perfectly.”

“And you think I won’t?”

Fuck. Was he that transparent or was this kid that good? “What I think is that the rapport I had with Marc was hard to find.”

“He’s a switch and a damn good one.” Dash’s look said he knew that from personal experience.

“Correct.”

“So am I.” Dash smiled, and Thorne reacted as if he’d wrapped his hand around Thorne’s dick.

Thorne’s gaze moved down Dash’s body. He was shorter than Marc, who’d matched Thorne’s six feet, maybe five feet nine or five feet ten. His body was lean but not without muscle. If Thorne had to guess, he’d say Dash was a runner. His tight black pants clung to his body, giving the impression he had a rather nice package.

“Shall I make you a drink while we discuss exactly what you’d like tonight?” Dash asked, wandering toward the kitchen.

It took a few seconds for the words to register in Thorne’s brain. Dash was…hot, fucking hot. But there was something else about him, something Thorne couldn’t define, that had Thorne salivating to get him naked and in bed. If Thorne believed in anything as hokey as “auras,” he would’ve said Dash had a powerful one. Thorne pushed the thought away, disgusted. Too much work and too little sex must have fried his brain. He’d been so busy that week he hadn’t even found time to jerk off.

“I don’t need a drink, and I don’t want to talk.”

Dash grinned and propped himself against the bar in the kitchen area, cocking his hip out. The pose was obviously calculated to make Thorne appreciate his slim waist. “That eager, huh?”

“I realize some people hire escorts for companionship. They want to know someone is listening to them. I’m sick of talking: to clients, to employees, to fucking airport desk agents. I don’t need you to pretend to be my friend. I need to be fucked.”

“Sure of that, are you?” Dash asked, walking around the bar and entering the kitchen.

“Yes.”

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including sci fi, paranormal, alternate history, and historical.

She can often be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like “Do you write children’s books?” She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she’s actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinful chocolate treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading children’s books to her wickedly smart offspring.

SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS

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Early Bird Tour with Chris Owen/Tory Temple’s Never Too Early: Full Circle (Never Too Early #3) (excerpt and contest)

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Never Too Early: Full Circle (Never Too Early #3) by Chris Owen and Tory Temple
Release Date: November 25, 2015

Publisher: Torquere Press
Cover Artist: Kris Norris

 

Blurb

In the final book of the Never Too Early series, cowboys Jake and Tor and firefighters Chance and Tucker have more on their plates than they bargained for. What started out as friendship has developed into strong feelings, and the couples continue to grow and learn about each other. However, adding two and two is more than a simple math problem. Words and emotions can be a dangerous mix, as the four men discover, and jealousy and miscommunication threaten what they’ve built together.

When two of the four unexpectedly connect, it sends all of them reeling. Pride is bruised and feelings are wounded, although they try desperately to hold themselves together in order to navigate this new territory. The physical distance between them all is both a blessing and a curse. When one of them reveals something that can’t be taken back, it threatens the relationships of all four men. How do two separate couples blend themselves to become one unit? The doubts and fears threaten to overwhelm them all, and no one will emerge unscathed.

 

Pages or Words: 78,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Ménage/Poly, Romance, Western/Cowboy

Excerpt

Chance was quiet for several minutes. A woodpecker in the front yard tree gave its high-pitched tweeting call before busily getting back to work.

“I definitely was not prepared,” he finally said. “And I know Tuck wasn’t. I’ll have to really sit and talk with him to see what he thinks. I can’t decide if us leaving today is a good idea or a shitty one.”

“I’ll miss you either way,” Jake said. “I don’t know Tucker well enough to know how long it takes him to think things through, and he might be uncomfortable being here. Which would suck. But you guys leaving and not being here to sort it all out sucks, too.”

“There isn’t much of a choice,” Chance sighed. “Our flight is at two. If I didn’t have to attend a meeting at headquarters tomorrow, I’d try and change it. But we — well, at least I — need to get home.”

“I know.” The distance sucked, and the fact that everyone had responsibilities they couldn’t shake off was both a good thing and a bad thing. It made for good people, but it made it difficult to handle issues as they came up. “Maybe the four of us can make this morning a good one, and everyone will feel better by the time you leave. Even if things aren’t completely settled, maybe they’ll be better.”

“It’ll be better right now if you kiss me like you mean it.”

Jake smiled and set his coffee mug aside. “Like I mean it?” He touched Chance’s cheek and kissed his mouth softly. “More?”

“More.” Chance smiled against Jake’s lips and kept his eyes closed.

Jake gave him more, the smiles fading as the kisses deepened and Chance’s mug was put down as well. They turned to each other, and Jake would have happily let his coffee go cold if he could stay right where he was for an hour or so.

Chance didn’t seem inclined to go anywhere, either. He put both hands on Jake’s face and held him gently as he pressed light kisses to Jake’s forehead, cheeks, and bridge of his nose before returning to Jake’s mouth with a sweep of his tongue and a slight nip. “I’ll miss you,” he murmured into Jake’s ear, then sucked Jake’s earlobe into his mouth for a split second.

“One of these days I’ll ask you not to go,” Jake whispered back. “Someday we’ll stay together.” Jake had no idea how that would work, but he knew that he wanted it.

Chance pulled back and looked at him, eyes soft. “Maybe someday we’ll work it out.”

Jake nodded and kissed him again. He was about to say something even more honest and probably embarrassing when the door opened and Tor said, “So, you two don’t need more coffee, then?”

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Meet the authors:

Tory Temple:

I live in southern California, the land of no seasons. (Is wind a season?) I live with three dogs, two cats, and some tortoises. I’m married to a firefighter, which is great in the sense that some nights I get the TV all to myself, but not so great in the sense that some nights I have to figure out what to do when the washer starts leaking. (Or when there’s a bat in the house, which is a thing that happened when he was working.)

Most of my books are centered around the firehouse. When you spend a lot of time around firemen, you write what you know! And what’s hotter than a fireman?

Two firemen.

Chris Owen:

I am a writer of gay romances, a lover of dramatic TV and a fan of many things which are bad for me. I don’t cook, I do read, I pretend to garden, and I take care of my pets. One of my favorite things is a clean desk; another is a messy desk.

Where to find the authors:

Chris Owen:

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Goodreads Links:


Tour Dates & Stops:

Parker Williams, The Hat Party, Havan Fellows, BFD Book Blog, Gay Media Reviews, Happily Ever Chapter, I Read Selfies, Bayou Book Junkie, Dawn’s Reading Nook, MM Good Book Reviews, Alpha Book Club, Jessie G. Books, 3 Chicks After Dark, Open Skye Book Reviews, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Book Lovers 4Ever, Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews, Three Books Over The Rainbow

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Enter to win a E-copy of ’Never Too Early: Full Circle’ by Tory Temple and Chris Owen.  Must be 18 years of age or older to enter. Link and prize provided by the authors and Pride Promotions.
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In our Spotlight: John Wiley’s Rooftops! (author guest post and giveaway)

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Title: Rooftops
Author: John Wiley
Publisher: Wayward ink Publishing

Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words is happy to have John Wiley here today to talk about his latest release Rooftops and his sequel, Wake Me Up. Welcome, John. Can you tell us what inspired the story?

When I set out to write Rooftops, I never intended on making it into a series. However, after self-publishing it, I had several questions about when a sequel would be available, that people wanted to know what happened next. Revisiting these characters was hard for me to do. I don’t have a definite reason why this was, and I hope that when I revisit them in the third book I’ll find it easier to find their voices again than I did in the sequel, which will be called Wake Me Up.

The intent of this blog post is to tell you as much about the sequel as I can, without giving away anything that happens in Rooftops. Where Rooftops takes place between Ohio (I know the exact city, but for some reason have never come out and said exactly where in Ohio it takes place) and Los Angeles, Wake Me Up takes place between Los Angeles and New York City. The characters in Los Angeles deal with picking up the pieces of his/her/their lives after the events of Rooftops have occurred. There are issues of depression that are touched on, and I hope that I made those feelings of hopelessness come through in the story.

One of my favorite parts of the LA storyline in Wake Me Up is that it works to redeem a character from Rooftops that came off as a sort of villain. Personally, I like to believe that there is good to everyone, and that there are two sides to every story. I really hope that I have accomplished making this character feel human and that even though s/he made a mistake in Rooftops, s/he isn’t a bad person.

The NYC portion of the story follows two couples, and how the two relationships go in two different directions. Just because you think something is happily ever after doesn’t mean there won’t be a few hiccups along the way. Or maybe some happily ever after’s don’t last as long as others.

I know this is vague, I’m just trying my best to explain the story without giving anything away

Rooftops is more about finding out what your goals in life really are. Erick wanted money, Rhys wanted fame, and Joey wanted love. Wake Me Up is about what these characters do to achieve their dreams. And just because they think those are their goals in life, life could have other plans for them.

One of the things that I like in Wake Me Up, is that there is a twist that you (hopefully) don’t see coming, and that it ends on a bit of a cliffhanger, setting up the third book.

Synopsis

Its summer and three friends from Ohio graduate college, ready to start making their way in the real world.

Rhys; the eternal optimist who wants to be an actor and moves to Los Angeles.

Erick; the career man, seeking money and position who moves with him.

And Joey; the aspiring artist, who for the love of his girlfriend, Cheryl, stays behind in Ohio.

While attempting to follow their dreams each must face their share of personal and professional obstacles. Each is tested. Will they lose sight of themselves?

Will old friendships fall apart and new friendships form?

Genre: Contemporary, Gay Romance, New Adult
Length: Novel

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Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B017WTSERW/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B017WTSERW/
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ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-rooftops-1925759-149.html
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rooftops-john-wiley/1116239529?ean=9781925222715

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About the author

JOHN WILEY is currently a barista that hates coffee, but is really good at making it. When not writing, he likes to expose his cat to as many Christmas movies as possible. Just like his life, his biography is a work in progress.

Website: https://heckyesitsjohn.wordpress.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/HeckYesItsJohn
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The Winner & Answers to November’s First Line’s Quiz : This Week’s Schedule at Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words

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It’s the 29th and that means its the last day of our contest.  So here are the answers to November’s First Line Quiz.  How well did you do even if you were  only playing along in your head?  And the winner of our contest and $10 Amazon gift card is Corey!  Congratulations, Corey.  Corey figured out 12 out of the 14 and blew me away.  Outstanding job.

 

How I loved this quiz.  The authors and books were amazing, and the first lines leading into the stories blew me away.  Read them out loud, the them reverberate, fill your mind with thoughts and feelings?  Did they do the job a first line was meant to do?  I think so.

Answers:

  1. AND NOW, I will tell you of my plans to take over the Kingdom,” the evil wizard and total douchebag Lartin the Dark Leaf said with a cackle.   The Lightning Struck Heart, T.J. Klune. 2015
  2. A PERSISTENT, annoying sound kept infiltrating my mind. — Home Again, Cardeno, C.
  3. “I WONDERED if praying that she wouldn’t pull out of this episode made me a terrible son” –SECOND CHANCES , TA Webb
  4. “It was like those old Choose Your Own Adventure novels.” – Come Unto These Yellow Sands , Josh Lanyon
  5. “My father always told me, If I’m gone for three days, call the police.” – Gives Light, Rose Christo
  6. I didn’t like lying to my friends, but it was necessary.” – Easy Evenings, Mary Calmes
  7. Running naked through the woods was exactly what Dylan Green needed.” – Prickly By Nature,  Piper Vaughn and Kenzie Cade
  8. ON ANY GIVEN NIGHT, IN ANY CITY IN THE WORLD, SOMEBODY WILL DIE BEFORE SUNRISE and most of them will die alone. – The Beast Without, Christian Baines
  9. “IT WAS cold outside. It was really cold. Freezing cold.” – The Boy Who Came in From the Cold , B. G. Thomas
  10. “MUSIC was his companion.” – Brute, Kim Fielding
  11. “I was treated as a curiosity by this group of Irishmen.” – The Celestial, Barry Brennessel
  12. “BEFORE MY LIFE WENT SUDDENLY pear-shaped, and I slunk, tail tucked between my legs, into a shitty, crowded pub, I had been sober for three… almost four years.” –  The Complications of T,  Bey Deckard
  13. “Four o’clock in the morning wasn’t a good time to be thinking about torture.” –  Conscious Decisions of the Heart, John Wiltshire.
  14. “By nightfall, he was begging to die.” – The Druid Stone, Heidi Belleau;Violetta Vane

 

Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words decided to take on the commitment of reading and reviewing the Advent Calendar from Dreamspinner Press so we are tabling our December First Line Quiz until 2016.  Look for it to return in the new year.

We are still looking for more reviewers here at Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words.  Love books?  Like to write reviews?  There’s no pressure and so many books to choose from. Send me an email and let’s talk!

Now for the up coming schedule at Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words.

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This Week At Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words

Sunday, November 29:

  • The Winner & Answers to November’s First Line’s Quiz : This Week’s Schedule at Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words
  • In the Spotlight: Rooftops by John Wiley‏ (Guest Blog and Giveaway)

Monday, November 30:

  • Early Bird Tour with Chris Owen/Tory Temple (excerpt and contest)
  • Book Release: Uniform: A Man in Uniform (release day giveaway)
  • Annabelle Jacobs ‘Magic & Mistletoe’ November 30th book blast
  • Home For the Holiday M/M Anthology Release Day Blast and Contest
  • Coffee Sip and Book Break with Professional Distance by Silvia Violet (excerpt and Giveaway)
  • A Mika Review: Breakaway by Avon Gale
  • A Stella Review: If I Were Fire by Heloise West

Tuesday, December 1:☃☃☃

  • In the Spotlight: Mia Kerick ‘Clean’ virtual tour and giveaway
  • A Coffee Sip and Book Break with Vanessa North’s Blueberry Boys (giveaway)
  • A Review Redux: Stella’s Review for Blueberry Boys by Vanessa North
  • In the  Paranormal Spotlight: Travels Through the Scarlet Equinox Anthology‏‏ (author interview and giveaway)
  • A MelanieM Review: Travels Through the Scarlet Equinox Anthology
  • A PaulB review: Deep Dive by Jeff Erno
  • A MelanieM Advent Review: Northern Lights by Asta Idonea (2015 Dreamspinner Sleigh Ride Advent Story)

Wednesday, December 2:

  • M. Leanne Phoenix ‘Covenant’ cover reveal and contest
  • Sawyer by A.D. Ellis tour and  giveaway
  • Spotlight Special: Jackie Nacht: ‘Hot on a Chipmunk’s Tail’ (excerpt and giveaway)
  • Tis the Season for Miracles and Love with Marie Sexton’s Winter Oranges (Riptide contest)
  • A Barb the Zany Old Lady Review:  Winter Oranges by Marie Sexton
  • A Paul B Review: Branding An Icy Heart (Wolves of Stone Ridge #32) by Charlie Richards
  • A MelanieM Advent Story Review: Fireworks and Resolutions by Leandra Dohlman

Thursday, December 3:

  • Coffee Sip and Book Break with Bitter Springs by Laura Stone (excerpt and contest)
  • Holiday Cheer Continues with Meg Bawden ‘My Secret Billionaire Santa’ (excerpt and  giveaway)
  • A Mika Review-Fish Sticks Friday by Rhys Ford
  • A BJ Review: Assimilation, Love, and Other Human Oddities (Claimings #2) by Lyn Gala
  • A MelanieM Review: Accidental Hero (Sanctuary #8) by RJ Scott
  • A MelanieM Advent Story Review: Leap Through Eternity by Sara Stark

Friday, December 4:

  • Cover Reveal for Red Dirt Christmas by N. R. Walker (contest)
  • A Holiday Book Spotlight for ‘A Christmas Kindness’ by Anna Lee (excerpt and giveaway)
  • Coffee Sip and Book Break with RJ Scott’s Bodyguard series book release and contest
  • A BJ Review: Watch Me Break You (Run This Town #1) by Avril Ashton
  • A Stella Review: GUYS WHO GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT by JL Merrow and Josepine Myles (anthology)
  • A MelanieM Advent Story Review: Christmas Miracles of a Recently Fallen Spruce by Brandon Witt

Saturday, December 5:

  • Head Into the Dark Zone with Forbidden by Scarlet Blackwell (excerpt and giveaway)
  • A MelanieM Advent Story Review: Whisper of Old Winds by George Seaton

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Free Dreamer New Adult Review: You Promised Me Two Years by Angela Yseult

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Rating: 4.5 stars out of 5

You Promised Me Two Years coverWhen Tyler became Connor’s interpreter, he thought all that entailed was translating the Prophet’s cryptic messages about future events.

However, it doesn’t take him long to realize Connor needs more than that. First and foremost, he needs a friend, someone who will stand up for him at the Academy, the elite school they both attend and where Connor, despite his talent, is far from popular. He also needs someone who understands that, for him, the talent of prophecy is a curse he would get rid of if he only could, a curse that pushes him toward substance abuse and oblivion.

It also doesn’t take Tyler very long before he starts seeing Connor as more than a friend, and he’s lucky enough to have Connor return his feelings. Just as things begin to settle down, however, the arrival of a new Prophet at the Academy threatens Connor’s hard-won and still-fragile peace of mind.

Through it all, Tyler is all too aware that every day brings Connor closer to being eighteen, the age of his prophesied death, two years after their first meeting.

I didn’t even finish reading the blurb before I knew I just HAD TO have “You Promised Me Two Years by Angela Yseult”. I love unusual fantasy books and this sounded too good to pass up. And I wasn’t disappointed. I thoroughly enjoyed every word of this book.

Connor is a Prophet. He has visions of the future but needs an interpreter to translate for him. He speaks English, but not in a way most people understand. To most people, he’s talking nonsense. Only special people, so-called interpreters, can understand the real meaning behind the “nonsense”.

Tyler is one of those special people and he’s chosen to be Connor’s interpreter. Connor’s very first prophecy is his own death. Two years from now, he’ll die, with Tyler by his side.

I immediately fell in love with both MCs, even though Connor’s a bit difficult in the beginning. Neither of them is perfect. I loved that neither of them was perfect. Connor has a habit of stubborn sulking and Tyler gives in too easily, just to make Connor happy. Connor is a bit of a genius, both in science and with the violin, but his flaws made him incredibly likeable all the same. Some of my favourite scenes were definitely Connor playing the violin for Tyler.

Their love story was so wonderful. It was very easy to understand their feelings for each other. There was no major relationship angst. Sure, they did have some misunderstandings but they always worked it out eventually. The complications definitely weren’t the focus of the relationship. Most of the time they spent together on page as a couple was incredibly loving and trusting. Connor finds ways to express his feelings without words and Tyler learns to interpret the smallest sounds Connor makes.

But just when I was sitting there, all happy, with a dopey smile on my face, I got a reminder that this relationship couldn’t last, that time was short. It was heartbreaking to watch Connor’s struggle with his life as a Prophet. Being a Prophet comes with certain expectations that he often didn’t accept, making his life a lot harder and making my heart break for him over and over again. It was so easy to relate to Tyler’s frustration at his inability to really make a difference for Connor.

But there is so much more to this book than the simple love story. There’s the sudden appearance of another Prophet, who seems hell-bent on discrediting Connor’s abilities. Connor and Tyler both have their troubles with their families and Connor’s death is looming over all of it, of course.

I loved the setting. It’s very unusual and the author definitely has a great imagination. She obviously put a lot of work into essentially creating a new language for Connor.

By now you’re probably wondering why I knocked off half a star. Well, once again I missed the world building. The basics were covered pretty well, but I would have loved more, especially because this is such an unusual premise. A little more in-depth world building and this book would have been perfect.

To sum it up, “You Promised Me Two Years” is a bittersweet love story, with plenty of plot outside the romance, lovable protagonists and an intriguing fantasy setting. I just wish the author had explained even more about the fantasy aspects. I’d love to read another book set in this world and I’ll definitely take a look at the author’s other works.

I agree with the blurb that this works best for “mature young adults”. Some of the themes might be disturbing if you’re too young.

The cover by Jonathan Chong is absolutely gorgeous. It looks so very magical and catches the feeling of the book perfectly. Great eye catcher and one of the most beautiful covers I’ve seen in a while.

Sales Links:  All Romance (ARe) | Amazon | Buy It Here

Book details:

ebook, 160 pages
Published March 1st 2014
ASINB00IQX0W8S
edition languageEnglish
url http://angela-yseult.blogspot.com/p/you-promised-me-two-years_24.html

[Because it deals with themes such as drugs and sexuality and includes some swearing, this book is intended for mature young adults.]

The Bathhouse Stories Continue with Legal Briefs by Kyan Christopher (excerpt and giveaway)

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Legal Briefs

Legal Briefs ( Bathhouse Stories #3) by Kyan Christopher
Release Date: November 28, 2015

Goodreads Link
Publisher: Surrendered Press
Cover Artist: Kris Kendall

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Blurb

Josh works hard. Between school and an internship at an investment firm, he has little time and even less funds for an adventurous lifestyle. When a friend buys him a membership to a bathhouse, he encounters his knight in shining armor. But when his regular hookup seems to be too good to be true, suspicions and lies may end the relationship before it even starts.

Kimball’s law firm sends him to New Orleans to expand their Dallas law firm into the Crescent City. Deciding to have a little pleasure while in town for business, Kimball falls for a younger guy that he wants to spend time with. But living his life with secrets may prove to be his undoing, and moving to New Orleans to live out his happily-ever-after may become a distant dream.

 

Pages or Words: 186 pages
Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance
Book three can be read as a standalone, though characters from the first two do show up. Read books one and two for more information on them.

 

 

Excerpt

Kimball

Once my last interview for the day is over, I decide on a light lunch and run to a deli around the corner. I’ve only been to the French Quarter a few times, but I’m quickly learning my way around the area.

Stepping through the door, the aroma of fresh baked breads and hearty soups fill my nostrils. I look towards the menu and read the daily specials posted behind the cashier. The writing boasts clam chowder, turkey club on rye, and spinach quiche. They all sound great, but since the weather has turned chilly, or at least chilly for the South, I decide on the chowder.

After placing my order, I sit down at one of the tables to sip on my sweet tea and wait for my order. A few minutes pass before I hear one of the clerks call out. “Order for Josh.”

A young man walks toward the counter. His lean frame catches my eye. Wearing slacks and a button down, long sleeve shirt, I’m grateful he isn’t wearing a jacket since I get a great view of his ass.

Before I realize it, he’s turned around and I’m staring at his crotch. My eyes quickly move upward and I know I’ve been caught spying. Glints of yellow and green meet my eyes from beneath a mop of golden hair. I smile sheepishly and notice he gives me a quick smile and a nod before walking towards the door and exiting with his order in tow.

Damn. He’s probably one of the cutest guys I’ve ever seen. I commit to memory his facial features. His strong jaw line, high cheekbones, and those eyes. Those gorgeous, piercing eyes.

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Meet the Author

Kyan Christopher was born and raised in Louisiana. A southern boy who loves the city, he is a romantic at heart. Never thinking he would become an author, a fan fiction piece he wrote inspired a series that launched his desire to weave tales of passion and romance. Kyan is supported by his loving partner of 15 years. They live in the South with their three four-legged kids.

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Parker Williams, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Bayou Book Junkie, The Hat Party, Charley Descoteaux, Divine Magazine, Happily Ever Chapter, Havan Fellows, BFD Book Blog, Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews, Louise Lyons, MM Good Book Reviews, Velvet Panic, Jessie G. Books, Elisa – My Reviews and Ramblings, Kimi-Chan, Moonbeams Over Atlanta, The Jena Wade, Book Reviews and More by Kathy, Andrew Q. Gordon, Mikky’s World of Books, Hearts on Fire, Just Love Romance, Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, Unquietly Me, Bonkers About Books, Because Two Men Are Better Than One, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Iyana Jenna, The Fuzzy, Fluffy World of Chris T. Kat, Three Books Over The Rainbow, V’s Reads, Alpha Book Club

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