A MelanieM Release Day Review: Seven-Card Stud (Wild Cards #2) by Ava Drake


Rating: 2.75 to 3 stars out of 5

seven-card-stud-by-ava-drakeTemptation, peril, and dirty poker.

Love is a high-stakes game.

When Collin Callahan, British secret agent, goes up against math genius turned surfer bum Oliver Elliot, the battle is epic—and so is the attraction. They’re pitted against each other in an exclusive, ultra-secret—and ultra-illegal—poker match in Gibraltar, but when players start dying and they could be next, they find a common goal: catch the killer before it’s too late.

Evenly matched at poker and romance, they each wrestle personal demons that threaten to consume them as the stakes climb. It’s an all-or-nothing gamble with both life and love on the line as they fight to be the last seven-card studs standing.

Seven-Card Stud (Wild Cards #2) by Ava Drake is one of the few misses in the Dreamspun Desires series that I have come to enjoy so much.  I thought Ace in the Hole, Ava Drake’s first story in the Wild Cards series, a real winner.  Loved the characters, thought the plot was a great mix of intrigue and romance.  I recommended it to all.

But Seven-Card Stud? Unfortunately not.

I did like some of the elements of intrigue and wish the author had developed them more.  The assasins and their identities? That was a neat imaginative twist and one I wish had seen more time and play here to see it through to the end.  Because it vanished as though the author hadn’t even bothered to build it up in the story as much as she had.  Just snipped out.   Other characters and plot threads weave in and out just as quickly.  I will admit, there’s more to this story but if you set all this many elements in motion, I expect to see it all carried out to some conclusion.  Any conclusion.  And that didn’t happen here.

Even the characters were problematic for me.  Collin and Oliver. Oliver and Collin. I couldn’t keep them straight.  Who was the british American?  Who was the other guy? Really they blended together and early on at that. So not good in a romance.  I never did get invested in their relationship.

What did I like?  The whole gambling scene.  The descriptions of the tells, the poker play, the intensity at the table.  That was so well done.  Those descriptions were vivid, believable, and made the reader feel as though they were  looking over the shoulders of the high stakes gamblers betting away millions.  Then it got bogged down by the intrigue and the silliness and that was lost as well.

I wish I could say it all ended well but it is more of a cliffhanger or at least ends where you expect the next novel to start.  There is no real ending.  Where the first story could be a standalone novel, this one definitely expects you to read the one coming after it.  Be forewarned.  It expects a commitment from you that I’m not so sure you will want to make.  Its up to you.

Yes, I was disappointed.  Here is one Dreamspun Desire that I would let slip away.  Wait for the next to come along.  Or read Ava Drake’s first Wild Cards story. I still recommend that one.


Cover art by Paul Richmond is wonderful.  It has all the elements needed and then some.  Love it.

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ebook, 242 pages
Expected publication: November 15th 2016 by Dreamspinner Press
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A Barb the Zany Old Lady Release Day Review: Seven-Card Stud (Wild Cards #2) by Ava Drake


Rating: 3.5 stars out of 5

seven-card-stud-by-ava-drakeTemptation, peril, and dirty poker.

Love is a high-stakes game.

When Collin Callahan, British secret agent, goes up against math genius turned surfer bum Oliver Elliot, the battle is epic—and so is the attraction. They’re pitted against each other in an exclusive, ultra-secret—and ultra-illegal—poker match in Gibraltar, but when players start dying and they could be next, they find a common goal: catch the killer before it’s too late.

Evenly matched at poker and romance, they each wrestle personal demons that threaten to consume them as the stakes climb. It’s an all-or-nothing gamble with both life and love on the line as they fight to be the last seven-card studs standing.

have mixed feelings about this story.  On the one hand it was much more complex than most of the others I’ve read in the Dreamspun Desires series.  There was more intrigue, more danger, and less of a chance to guess the outcome, but on the other hand, unfortunately, there was less romance. There was sex, and some of it smoking hot, but the MCs constantly bantered back and forth, sometimes sounding as if they were speaking truthfully when what they had to say wasn’t what I’d expect from two men falling for each other. 

And there was more info about poker—how to play, how to bluff, how to read tells, etc. than I ever cared to know.  Some of the things that occurred as the story was coming to a climax didn’t make sense to me. Things such as Collin’s wireless being jammed, and yet, the next day it’s revealed how Oliver contacted (spoiler) to communicate urgent information.  Why was his wireless not knocked out as well?  Little things like that drive me crazy. 

And the fact that the story did not have what a purist romantic like me would call a HEA?  Nope.  I’m not happy.  So although I’d recommend it to those who can’t resist the Dreamspun Desires series, I’d more likely recommend it to someone who wants to read a story filled with intrigue than to someone looking for a sweet romance.

Cover art by Paul Richmond is wonderful.  It has all the elements needed and then some.  Love it.

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ebook, 242 pages
Expected publication: November 15th 2016 by Dreamspinner Press
Edition LanguageEnglish

Love the Supernatural, Vampires and Romance? Check out ‘A Chance for Us (New Vampire Justice #2)’ by Jake C. Wallace (excerpts and giveaway)



A Chance for Us (New Vampire Justice #2) by Jake C. Wallace
reamspinner Press
Cover art by Reese Dante


Hi, everyone! I want to thank Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words for having me on the blog. A Chance for Us: New Vampire Justice is book 2 in the series. Dare to Love Forever is the first. Read about New Vampire Justice and an excerpt and then enter the giveaway.

I hope you enjoy this peek at A Chance for Us. Check in at www.jakecwallace.com for more information.


    New Vampire Justice is the law enforcement agency tasked with policing vampires in a world where humans know vampires exist. Vampires aren’t the superhuman, preternatural creatures portrayed by popular media, legends and stories. Vampires are a result of evolution, essentially human but with a need for certain blood proteins in order to survive. Human blood is not necessary due to the advent of synthetic blood. Biting is illegal, except in highly-policed specialized clubs. Vampires are no threat to the Nons (non-vampires).


Despite living and working among the Nons, vampires are third class citizens. They are targets of violence, discrimination, and are viewed by some as less than human. Vampires want equal rights, the same rights as Nons. But not all vampires want equality. Some vampires feel theirs is the dominate race and they should possess the power of the Nons. Their attempts to gain this power increases the tensions between the races. Amid this chaos, the officers of NVJ must keep the peace between vampires and humans, a fight becoming more impossible by the day.

Book 1 starts the series with Carson and Lincoln’s story. Book 1 should be read first to understand the events happening in Book 2 with Justin and Max’s story.

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Love between a young man with a broken mind and the jaded New Vampire Justice officer who cares for him might be the last hope to stop a human-vampire war….

Justin Masters is stuck in a nightmare. Waking after seven years in a catatonic state, he falls desperately in love with the straight NVJ officer who saved him. Between that and dreams of being tortured and taking pleasure in the pain, which bleed into his waking hours, Justin’s sure he’s starting to crack.

The growing unrest in the vampire world should be Max Kincaid’s focus, but Justin’s struggle, along with Max’s confusing feelings for his ward, have him reeling. When Justin’s attacked, his resulting needs might be more than Max can fulfill, but he’ll be damned if anyone else will touch Justin.

As the NVJ investigates humans missing from a high-end bite club, they uncover a deeper plot that traces back to Justin. If those who want him have their way, there will be bloodshed. Justin and Max are in a fight to save Justin not only from those who would use him, but from his own mind.



Justin gasped in a breath. Fuck, he’d done it again. Max would be pissed when he got there. And he’d come because he was the only one who could help. Then he’d see that Justin had gotten lost in his head again, lost in the nightmares of his past. Max would want to know why he hadn’t used the techniques from his therapist Walt. Justin grunted. They never worked. But it didn’t matter. He was too far gone to get back on his own. At that point, only physical pain or being wrapped up, practically restrained until he couldn’t move, would center him and bring back to reality.

Great, there was Doc talking with Carson. Doc’s solutions always came in the form of a needle. Drug him. Justin banged his forehead against his knees. Maybe he could bang hard enough to knock himself out, or maybe have a stroke and become a vegetable like Tommy Dennison upstairs. Then Max wouldn’t be burdened with a dependent head case. Max was always pushing Justin to be more independent, rely on himself more. Max, who’d rescued Justin, taken him in, held him whenever he thought he’d shake apart, helped as Justin relearned to take care of himself, his cooking, his laundry, and, hell, even to go outside without falling to pieces. Max’s bid to stop Justin from relying on him was like a knife to his chest.

Justin had fallen in love with Max. Max who was caring, attentive, unflappable. Justin had fallen in love with his crooked grin, his wavy blond hair with the sides that always escaped his ponytail, the way his glasses were always askew, his quiet and contemplative demeanor. Justin believed Max didn’t see a potential lover in him, but a needy little brother. Despite being only two years younger than Max, Justin was still that sixteen-year-old, but now in a man’s body. He couldn’t make it through a day without somehow clinging to Max. What kind of life was that for a straight man who wasn’t even related to Justin?

His chest tightened and pushed his rate of breathing higher. Something horrible was going to happen, and it wouldn’t be his own death as he hoped. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and was going to lose it big-time. Again.


Max pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. If a minute went by that he didn’t worry about Justin, it would be a fucking miracle. In the past five months, Justin had made incredible strides in emerging from a body on autopilot. God, it seemed like a lifetime ago Max’s team had been ambushed by Jameson Merrick while on a retrieval mission for Justin. Shoved alone, or what he thought was alone, into a small cinderblock room, Max had found Justin. While he’d aged from pictures Max had seen, Max knew it was him. But he hadn’t been prepared for the state Justin was in.

Justin’s greenish-hazel eyes, dull and lifeless, had stared out into nothing. No emotion. No sign his mind was even in the room. If not for breathing, he could have been mistaken for a statue. A very handsome statue with his creamy skin, freckles dotting his nose and cheeks, which matched his sandy-red hair, and slim body.

Even though Justin wouldn’t respond, Max had spoken about anything and everything, anything to drown out the quiet. At night when the temperature dropped, Max held Justin close to his side, sharing warmth to stop Justin from shivering. Even when night ended, Max still held him, as Justin rested his head on Max’s shoulder. Eventually he had looked up at Max. That’s when he’d caught the cognizance in Justin’s eyes. Hearing Max say his name had brought a frown to Justin’s face that quickly faded. Justin had snuggled in closer and placed his hand on Max’s chest.

Max recalled how that gentle touch had caused his heart to skip a beat. Even then that memory stirred something inside.

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Carson Locke is dangerous, even by vampire standards. A rare Tabula Rasa vampire, he can wipe the mind of those he bites—human or vampire. Because of this, he’s lived his entire life in isolation. When his family is murdered, Carson runs from those who want him dead. Injured, starving, and about to be executed, he meets Commander Lincoln Samuels, an officer in the New Vampire Justice police force.


Lincoln, a Sanatore vampire, possesses the gift of healing. The moment he encounters Carson, broken and terrified, trying to steal blood to survive, he is compelled to help the other man—despite the risk to himself. Their bond creates something the world has never seen, but others have plans for Carson, and his destiny was written long before he was born. He’ll either become a tool to control the vampire world, or, with Lincoln by his side, find the courage to fight and become its savior.


…Lincoln nudged the kid’s knee with the toe of his boot. The suspect flinched but didn’t look up. Lincoln crouched and lowered his voice. “Hey, kid. What’s your name?”

Every muscle in the too-thin body shook. There was no answer. From the scream he’d let loose, Lincoln surmised he could talk. He touched the kid’s shoulder. Still he didn’t move, but his shaking ramped up a couple of notches.

“I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe now.” Lincoln turned to his officers behind him. Of course Dennison was the only one with his gun still drawn. “Holster your weapon, Dennison.”

Dennison hesitated, not bothering to hide his disdain. Lincoln raised his brow. Dennison huffed, then did as he was ordered. Lincoln turned back to the kid. “The guns are put away.”

The kid raised his chin and cocked his head, peering past the dark hair covering his eyes. Large brown eyes, filled with despair, sucker punched Lincoln in the gut. He surveyed the vampire’s sharp cheekbones and jawline, sunken eyes and hollowed cheeks, and… the reddest lips that contrasted with his pale skin. Blood rushed to Lincoln’s groin, and his cock pressed against his jeans. Shit, it was forever since he’d gotten hard on sight. A warm mouth on his dick was generally required before anything stirred below—the hazards of a fuckton of one-night stands and a dead heart.


“When was the last time you ate?”

The young vampire stared at Lincoln, and then, as if he’d decided to trust him, answered. “T-ten days ago.”

After ten days the kid should have been attacking every vein in sight, even if he’d never drank straight from a human. He had a shitload of self-control, especially with blood pooling on the floor next to him.

Lincoln looked to Max, who didn’t need for Lincoln to tell him how dire the situation was. He released the kid. He swayed but stayed upright. Max pulled off his jacket and rolled up his sleeve. It was dangerous to allow a starving vampire near a vein, but someone had to feed the kid right then. Lincoln couldn’t be the donor, even if he wanted. He’d have to make sure the guy didn’t drain Max. Of everyone on his team, Max was the most levelheaded. No doubt he was the one who called in the level-one situation. Lincoln trusted Max with his life, and vice versa.

Lincoln tentatively set his hand on the vampire’s shoulder. Power, immense and nearly uncontained, emanated from the kid, unlike anything Lincoln had ever felt. His cock hardened further. Those brown eyes. Fuck.

Lincoln cleared his throat. “I’m sure I don’t have to explain the effects of blood deprivation on a vampire. You’re already past the point where synthesized blood will help.”

The kid’s brown eyes widened, and he shook his head violently. “N-no. I can’t!”

That fear came from only drinking blood from a cup his entire life. Didn’t mean he couldn’t drink from the vein. The thought terrified most vampires who’d never sank their fangs into flesh. Lincoln recalled his first bite at a certified bite club his uncle brought him to. He was sixteen. Humans desiring the bite were able to meet vampires who wanted to drink their blood. Lincoln had been scared shitless. The wrong placement of fangs or sudden jerk of the donor could severely injure the Non and possibly kill them.

For Lincoln, drinking from a human woke some primordial, anamalistic need. The human blood was like an aphrodisiac. Without even taking his cock out of his pants, he’d orgasmed, same as the Non guy he chose. That first bite unearthed a need Lincoln was unable to ignore, bringing him back to the clubs every couple of months.

“I know you’ve probably never done this before, but it’s not that hard. Feel for the pulse with your tongue. That’s where you want to place your fangs. Bite down firmly, but don’t go too fast. Stop once the blood starts to pool on the skin. Pull out and suck.”

Restless movements from his team told Lincoln they’d probably never seen a vampire bite someone as well.

“You’re going to feed him? What the fuck? He broke the law!”

Leave it to Dennison to object. Lincoln clenched his jaw and ignored the rant. Max raised his wrist to the kid’s mouth, but his reaction surpassed fear alone. He yanked against the hands holding him. Terror-filled eyes were glued to Max’s wrist. A war of need and fear raged in the depths of the kid’s eyes.

“I can’t! Get away from me!” The kid gasped and fought for breath as if some horrible monster stalked toward him. “You… d-don’t… under… s-stand!” His adrenaline-fueled state increased his strength as he tried to escape the wrist before him. He was going to hurt himself.

His useless fight annoyed Lincoln. “Calm down, kid! No one’s going to hurt you.”

“Put him out of his misery,” Dennison muttered.

The vampire’s struggle ceased as his entire body stiffened. His eyes flashed white as they rolled up into his head. He slumped forward and was out cold.

“Dammit, lower him to the floor.”

Max and Taylor laid the kid on his stomach. That’s when Lincoln saw the symbol tattooed at the base of his spine.

“Fuck me!”

Things had gone from bad to worse in a split second.



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About Jake C Wallace

Formerly, I wrote under JC Wallace, but recently decided to use my full name. I have been writing all of my life but didn’t start publishing until 2014. In my day job, I am a behavior analyst. At night and on the weekends, I write about all things men. I believe there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, I love a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending.

I am owned by my beautiful partner, three kids and two grandchildren. I live in Northern Vermont.

Release Day Book Blast with ‘Nobody’s Home’ by Dev Bentham (excerpt and giveaway)



Nobody’s Home by Dev Bentham
Release Date: November 15th 2016
Genre: Contemporary MM Romance



Thanks for asking about my inspiration for writing Nobody’s Home. This is an updated rerelease. The original story came out in 2013, which is a while ago. It’s interesting to think back on my motivations.
I was particularly interested with Nobody’s Home in writing a story where two characters travel independent journeys but keep getting drawn back together. The story is written as an alternating third person narrative where the guys are coping with very different life changing situations. And yet they just can’t stay away from each other. Their experiences are opposite in some ways. For example, Nick has come back to the town he left as a kid and Jonas is running away from the place he’d thought was home. They’ve both been betrayed. It’s a terrible thing to have in common, but it also makes things very real, very quickly.
What I was hoping to do was tell a love story in which each of the main characters already had more than enough on their plate without adding something new. They have abundant reasons not to get involved. I think that makes it even more tasty that they do.
And on top of that, I got to incorporate two of my greatest loves—dogs and art. Nick’s an artist. I’m in awe of people who have that kind of talent. Jonas is a veterinarian and it’s a dog that gets the whole thing started. I’m an unabashed dog nut. Really, I see myself years from now as the crazy dog lady so I had a wonderful time with the pups.
Art, dogs and the healing power of love. How could I resist


Second chances can appear where you least expect them.

An artist: You can’t go home again—that was Nick’s motto for the past twenty years. He was a teenager when he left his abusive, mentally ill father back in Lacland, a small town in the northwoods of Wisconsin.

Nick’s made a successful life for himself in New York. Then comes the call—his estranged father has killed himself. Nick flies home to a house crumbling from years of neglect, and one very fat bulldog.

And a veterinarian: Jonas doesn’t love his job enforcing university research protocol. His passion is working with dogs, especially volunteering for his boyfriend’s behavioral studies projects. But when he discovers his so-called “life partner” is messing around, he leaps at a job offer in a small town miles away.

In spite of the grief swirling around Nick and Jonas, their first meeting is electric. But Nick will be in town for only a short time and Jonas is still stinging from the betrayal. The men try to keep their distance, but that’s easier said than done, especially in a small town where misery and hope share the same address.

This poignant story about two mature gay men will warm the hearts of readers who believe happy endings are within anyone’s grasp.

**This is an author’s version of the original story first printed in 2013 by Amber Allure.**

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Somewhere in the middle of the third song, a guy at the bar caught his eye. Tall, thin, with a slight stoop to his shoulders and big sad eyes. He had the kind of tragic beauty that always got to Jonas. And for some reason he was staring at Jonas. The guy’s gaze locked with Jonas’s and he felt a thrill of excitement shoot through him. How long had it been since someone looked at him like that? Ever?

Jonas held the gaze while he danced. The tight band of fear in Jonas’s gut that kept him from making a fool of himself snapped and he felt a sudden surge of freedom. He shoved aside the thought that he’d regret it tomorrow and let himself revel in the feeling of that gaze glued to him. The guy bit his lip. His eyes slid down Jonas like a caress, like a promise. Jonas leaned into the feeling of being wanted. Fenton’s betrayal disappeared into the background.

Jonas danced toward Adam, leaned down and shouted, “Who’s that?”

Adam followed his glance. His brows furrowed, he peered and then he looked surprised. “Wow—that looks like Nick Alsteen.”

“Is he single?”

Adam shrugged. “Don’t know. I think he lives in New York.”

Jonas nodded and danced away. He—Nick?—was still watching him. The song ended. Jonas walked to the bar, telling himself he was meeting the neighbors and having a beer. He leaned against the bar, two stools down from the guy who might be named Nick. Then the realization of what he was doing hit him and he ordered a double scotch.

Nick slid onto the stool beside him. “Hi.”

Jonas looked into his eyes. They were sad and dark in the dim light. “Hi.”

His curly dark hair looked soft, like a spaniel’s ear. Jonas had to hold onto the bar to keep himself from touching it. Which was weird. Jonas couldn’t remember feeling this drawn to a stranger. To anyone, really. It was probably a reaction to the turmoil of the last few days.

Nick was looking at him with a crooked smile and those meltingly sad eyes. He nodded toward the dance floor. “Your boyfriend?”

Jonas started. Boyfriend? Did he mean… “Adam? He’s a kid. Without a daddy kink. I mean, no. Of course not. I hardly know him. His boyfriend is in the band.” Jonas sputtered to a stop, mortified.

The bartender set down his drink. Jonas closed his eyes and downed it.

When he opened them Nick was still there, looking amused.

“Sorry. I’m not good at this.” That was an understatement. He should get out of there. Instead he heard himself ask, “Want to dance?”

Nick’s lips twitched slightly. He gave a skeptical glance toward the stage. “I’m more of a classical, blues, indie kind of guy.”

Well, that was that. Rejected again. Jonas signaled the bartender. One more drink and he was out of there. Home to Gunner to bury himself in work or something.

Nick leaned close, his breath hot on Jonas’s neck. “A slow bump and grind to Etta James would be nice though, don’t you think?”


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About the Author


I write contemporary gay romance. My characters are flawed and damaged adult men who may not even know they’re looking for true love, but when they meet their bershert, their true love, their lives are transformed. My stories are set in the real world where gay men have gay friends, families who do or don’t accept them, personal histories they’re not necessarily proud of and a myriad of experiences that have made them who they are.

I live in Northern Wisconsin with my Boston Terrier and Chicago spouse. I’ve published short stories, poetry, newspaper articles and academic papers and have worked in nearly every profession from restaurants to retail to open-water diving and now write m/m romance out of my fascination with love, courage and gender.

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Back to Montana and Romance with ‘A Cowboy’s Home’ by RJ Scott (Recap Tour, Excerpt and Giveaway)


A Cowboys Home – RJ Scott

Author: RJ Scott
Cover Design: Meredith Russell
Length: 75,000 words

One burned and broken man finds his way home. Can he find peace in the arms of a man easy to love?

Justin made the ultimate sacrifice for his country, battling domestic terrorism, never the man he really was, using hate to avenge the death of his best friend. The friend he’d killed.

What he doesnít count on is getting shot, and if he’s going to die he wants it to be on Crooked Tree soil. Home.

Sam is as much a part of Crooked Tree as any of the families, and the offer to buy into the ranch is a dream come true. But falling for a hidden, secretive, injured man isnít the way to keep his head in the game.


Author Bio


RJ Scott is the bestselling gay romance author of over ninety MM romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing. 

RJ also writes MF romance under the name Rozenn Scott.
The last time she had a weekís break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldnít defeat.

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In the Spotlight: Blank Spaces (Toronto Connections #1) by Cass Lennox (giveaway)



Blank Spaces (Toronto Connections #1) by Cass Lennox
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Cover art by L.C. Chase

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About Blank Spaces

Absence is as crucial as presence.

The decision to stop dating has made Vaughn Hargrave’s life infinitely simpler: he has friends, an excellent wardrobe, and a job in the industry he loves. That’s all he really needs, especially since sex isn’t his forte anyway and no one else seems interested in a purely romantic connection. But when a piece is stolen from his art gallery and insurance investigator Jonah Sondern shows up, Vaughn finds himself struggling with that decision.

Jonah wants his men like his coffee: hot, intense, and daily. But Vaughn seems to be the one gay guy in Toronto who doesn’t do hookups, which is all Jonah can offer. No way can Jonah give Vaughn what he really wants, not when Jonah barely understands what love is.

When another painting goes missing, tension ramps up both on and off the clock. Vaughn and Jonah find themselves grappling not just with stolen art, but with their own differences. Because a guy who wants nothing but romance and a guy who wants nothing but sex will never work—right? Not unless they find a way to fill in the spaces between them. 

Now available from Riptide Publishing. http://riptidepublishing.com/titles/blank-spaces

About Cass Lennox

Cass Lennox is a permanent expat who has lived in more countries than she cares to admit to and suffers from a chronic case of wanderlust as a result. She started writing stories at the tender age of eleven, but would be the first to say that the early years are best left forgotten and unread. A great believer in happy endings, she arrived at queer romance via fantasy, science fiction, literary fiction, and manga, and she can’t believe it took her that long. Her specialties are diverse characters, gooey happy ever afters, and brownies. She’s currently sequestered in a valley in southeast England.

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To celebrate the release of Blank Spaces, one lucky winner will receive a $15 gift certificate to All Romance Ebooks! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on November 19, 2016. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!

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