An Alisa Review: Serving Him (The Retreat #1) by L.M. Somerton


Rating:  4 stars out of 5

An escape from the real world can only ever be temporary.


Rowan Stanton knows he is submissive. He loves to look after people but the country hotel he works at can’t quite fulfill his need to serve. When he succeeds at getting a new role as houseboy at The Retreat, an exclusive BDSM hideaway in the New Forest, he believes it’s his dream job. Inexperienced in many ways, he soon realizes he’s not as prepared as he thought for the demands placed upon him.

Lorcan Wilder is young, rich and successful. He’s also haunted by nightmares and has sacrificed a decade to his business. Selling it gives him the freedom to explore his Dominant side and four weeks at The Retreat are the start of a new life. He doesn’t expect the young submissive employed to serve him will have such a profound effect on him. Exploring and pushing Rowan’s boundaries is exactly what Lorcan needs to separate himself from his past.

Lorcan makes full use of The Retreat’s facilities, from the genuine dungeon to the secret toys concealed in every room. He rediscovers his energy for life and gradually re-engages with the world. However, his efforts to compartmentalize the past ultimately fail and he comes to realize what he’s always known—that true submissives have an inner strength he can only envy.

By the end of his stay, Lorcan can’t let Rowan go, though he thinks he must. What will convince him that he’s allowed a happy ever after, and will he find the courage to accept it?

This is a wonderful start to a new and intriguing series.  Rowan’s dream comes true when he is given the position as houseboy at The Retreat and hopes it helps to fill the void he has been feeling.  Lorcan wants a new start and break from the outside world after selling his business and staying at The Retreat gives him that opportunity.

I enjoyed these two characters and how they interacted with each other.  They have that instant click but being isolated from the world made it hard to see how a real relationship could work.  Rowan is so innocent in some ways he needed to know that he would be taken care of while he would be able to care of his Dom and Lorcan and The Retreat were able to give him that security.  Lorcan had to learn how to let someone in and even though it takes Rowan doing his own research it gave him the courage to talk about it.  I could see how they felt about each other but at the same time didn’t see them really learn about each other either and I’m sure it was in between what was written it made it hard to believe at times.  I can’t wait to read more in this series when they come.

The cover art by Cherith Vaughan is wonderful and I absolutely love the visual is gives.

Sales Links: Pride Publishing | Amazon | B&N

Book Details:

ebook, 151 pages

Published: July 24, 2018 by Pride Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-78651-678-7

Edition Language: English

Series: The Retreat #1

A Free Dreamer Review: Ardulum: First Don (Ardulum) by J.S. Fields


Rating: 3.5 stars out of 5

 Ardulum. The planet that vanishes. The planet that sleeps.

Neek makes a living piloting the dilapidated tramp transport, Mercy’s Pledge, and smuggling questionable goods across systems blessed with peace and prosperity. She gets by—but only just. In her dreams, she is still haunted by thoughts of Ardulum, the traveling planet that, long ago, visited her homeworld. The Ardulans brought with them agriculture, art, interstellar technology…and then disappeared without a trace, leaving Neek’s people to worship them as gods.

Neek does not believe—and has paid dearly for it with an exile from her home for her heretical views.

Yet, when the crew stumbles into an armed confrontation between the sheriffs of the Charted Systems and an unknown species, fate deals Neek an unexpected hand in the form of a slave girl—a child whose ability to telepathically manipulate cellulose is reminiscent of that of an Ardulan god. Forced to reconcile her beliefs, Neek chooses to protect her, but is the child the key to her salvation, or will she lead them all to their deaths?

“Ardulum: First Don” is a very hard book for me to rate. I guess I just had the wrong kind of expectations. It just wasn’t for me.

I really liked Neek and her crew. They’re quite an interesting band of people. It was fun to watch them interact.

It does get a bit violent at times, so beware. I didn’t mind, as it didn’t get too gory. There was lots of action and you certainly never find yourself bored.

The publisher has this tagged as a FF pairing. That’s a bit misleading, I think. There is no romance at all in this story. We do have a very strong connection between two women, but it’s not romantic. Not yet, at least. Personally, I don’t always need a romance in my books, but I think the FF tag raises the wrong kind of expectations.

It’s no secret that I’m a sucker for well-written Science Fiction with good world building. To me, world building isn’t that cherry on top, but the very essence of any good SciFi story. And Ardulum does not disappoint in that regard.

But the thing is, there was just too much world building, in a way. What I didn’t realize is that this is a hard SciFi story. So lots of science and technology and hundreds of different aliens and epic space battles and the like. I’m not good with technology or science stuff, so I found it a bit tedious at times. It felt unnecessarily complicated.

There was also bit of too much telling and not enough showing going on. I mean, the Neek need three genders to reproduce. And then there’s species that seem to have only one gender and go by “they” or “xir”. If you’re gonna tell me you don’t need a man and a woman to make a baby, then I want to know just how that works. I don’t need explicit sex scenes, but I want to know just how reproduction works.

The author most certainly has a very creative mind. I’m really impressed with the sheer amount of detail J.S. Fields came up with is astonishing.

Long story short, I think “Ardulum: First Don” just wasn’t my genre. While I love Science Fiction, hard Science Fiction has never been my thing. I’m not good at any kind of natural sciences and I tend to get bored by too many facts.

I’m still a little torn on whether or not I want to read the rest of the series. I did enjoy the general idea and I really quite liked the MCs. And I do kinda want to find out what happens next…

The cover by Natasha Snow is gorgeous. I love the colours.

Sales Links:  NineStar Press | Amazon

Book details:

ebook, 248 pages
Published February 27th 2017 by NineStar Press (first published February 22nd 2017)
Edition LanguageEnglish
Series Ardulum

A Barb the Zany Old Lady Review: Imperial Stout (Trouble Brewing #1) by Layla Reyne


Rating: 3 stars out of 5

I must say that the first few chapters of this book were super confusing. I picked it up because it was first in a series and yes, I knew it was a spin-off of a previous series that many of my friends enjoyed. I thought coming in at the beginning of a new series would be a good place to start, but I was wrong. Throwing readers into action in the first chapter that used previous characters without an explanation as to the dynamics and relationships was very, very confusing. There really wasn’t even a backstory on their mission or their agencies or their work history, so unless someone reads the other series first, this is a tough one to read as a standalone.

Dominic “Nic” Price is a US attorney and he also owns a brewery. Cameron Byrne is a Special Agent with the FBI specializing in kidnap and rescue operations. Apparently, the two met and shared a first kiss in one of the books of the previous series so there’s somewhat of a relationship there at the start.

I had to consult the blurb a few times to keep the story straight because there was so much action and so many former character names and acronyms used that I was easily confused. Maybe it’s just me, but I like my stories to build slowly or at least give me a backstory immediately after the initial explosion of action, but I didn’t get that here. Then there’s a secondary plot that never gets resolved, but is apparently connected to Nic’s estrangement from his father. Someone is out to kill Nic, and somehow that’s connected to his father’s gambling debts. As the story closes, this subplot is brought back to the forefront so I suspect it’s going to be featured in the next book.

In the meantime, to get to the heart of the burglary and kidnapping that occurred in this story, Cam volunteers for an undercover operation that will be emotionally painful for him. It’s related to a tragedy in his past but it’s never quite clear exactly what that is. His coworkers and boss, who was away on his honeymoon as the story opened—another former book storyline—all seem to understand exactly why it’s a problem. Nevertheless, the main plot is resolved and he and Nic get together romantically by the end of the book, after a series of starts and stops due to work conflicts.

I would recommend this to someone who has read the author’s previous stories, but not to someone like me who had no clue of the history and backstory of this band of characters. Even now, days after finishing, I’m still trying to piece it together. Short of a full reread, which I’m not sure will help, I remain confused.


The cover features a close-up of a bearded man in business dress with a shaded older man in the background. It represents the couple in the story and is bright and attention-getting.

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Book Details:

Kindle Edition, 1st edition, 272 pages
Expected publication: July 23rd 2018 by Carina Press
Original TitleImperial Stout
Edition LanguageEnglish
SeriesTrouble Brewing #1

A Jeri Review: Sink or Swim (Anchor Point #8) by L.A. Witt


Rating: 4 stars out of 5

This is the final book in the Anchor Point series. They can all easily be read as stand alones. This book had very little from previous books, but we still saw a lot of cameos in one scene which was pretty cool.
Dylan- ship chaplain, is still recovering from a poisonous relationship of 8 years. And as he never claimed to be a perfect man, Christian OR chaplain, he has been known to engage in one night stands to scratch an itch. So when Alhazar walks into his office looking for a safe place to do his daily Muslim prayers, Dylan is extremely drawn to the man.
Dylan and Alhazar each come with some pretty serious baggage. Marriages of convenience that lead to divorce. Children. Their strong faiths. But through all of it, they couldn’t hold back from each other.
I really loved them together. I especially loved that they were in the 40-ish age range and not settled down. So many books have main characters in their 20’s so i love when the slightly older set is represented. I’ve also read a few books when one of the main characters is clergy of some sort- but in ALL of my reading (and trust me- I read a lot) I have never come across a Muslim main character. And I loved it.
Although bot men were very heavily into their respective faiths-  the story never got preachy at all. In fact, neither man used his faith as a shield or excuse. It was refreshing.
There were well developed side characters- including Alzahar’s children- who really belonged in the story and not just as filler.
The chemistry between Dylan and Alhazar was really hot. It was never forced- it was so natural, moving from a one night stand, to several nights, to a relationshp seemingly without either noticing.
There were parts that were repetitive or long winded. How many different people would apologize for cursing in front of a chaplain who curses himself? But anyway, That is what brought my review to 4 stars.
Excellent end to a series with a hint at the character(s) for the spin off f/f series coming.

Cover art: L.C. Chase.  It’s a gorgeous rendering of the male torso and works within the series covers as well.

Sales Links:  Riptide Publishing | Amazon

Book Details:

ebook, 340 pages
Published July 16th 2018 by Riptide Publishing
Original TitleSink or Swim
Edition LanguageEnglish
SeriesAnchor Point #8

Amy Lane on A Manny Survival Kit and her new release ‘ A Fool and His Manny (The Mannies #4)’ (guest post and excerpt)


A Fool and His Manny (The Mannies #4) by Amy Lane 

Dreamspinner Press
Cover Art:  Bree Archer

Sales Links:  Dreamspinner Press | Amazon


Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words is happy to have Amy Lane back today talking about one of our favorite stories this month.  Welcome, Amy!


A Manny Survival Kit

By Amy Lane

So in my last post, I admit that I was a sucktastic babysitter.  But after teaching for eighteen years–and being a parent for twenty-five—I have to admit, my childcaring skills have gotten better. 

As a promotional item for Romantic Times this year, I put together a couple big baskets—I called them Manny survival kids—and I thought I’d put together a list of things I’ve learned you need when you are caring for people who need you.

  • Food. Yeah, I don’t care if the kid is past bottle time or no longer a toddler. Your fifteen-year-old can turn to you in the middle of walking the dogs and say, “Do we have anything to eat?”
  • Drink. Water bottles. Everywhere.
  • Entertainment. Before we leave the house for more than a half-hour we ask, “Do you have a book? Your phone? Knitting? Anything to keep you occupied if I have to talk to people you don’t know about stuff you don’t care about?” For littler kids, you have a different list—Doll? Car? Stuffed animal? Game? Yo-Yo? Bag of picture books? But trust me—it fills the same need.
  • Tissues. For runny noses, runny eyes, and oh-my-God-what-is-that-bug-on-your-shirt!
  • Baby wipes. Yes, when the kid is in diapers, this is a must. But I always carry them in my purse, even if my kids are older. Sticky hands, sticky faces, weird stuff on their clothes—it will all show up.
  • Hand sanitizer. For you. Well, sometimes for them. But mostly for you.
  • A plan. Is the kid sassing you? Have a consequence. Are they whining? Have something that will coax them out of it. Do they not liking changing what they’re doing? Remind them five minutes before you’re going to leave a place that they have five minutes to wrap up their business. A plan—a thing you can tell a kid will happen next—will make your day so much easier to get through.
  • Books. No, not for them. For you. Because once they’re occupied, or watching cartoons, or doing homework, or asleep, you need a place to go in your head where you don’t have to worry about telling a kid they need to put down that unrecognizable animal because you promised their mother they wouldn’t have a disease when you got them home for lunch. Especially if you are their mother.
  • A bag. Because seriously, you need a bag to carry all that in,

So, yes.

You need to carry all that around because you never know when you need it.

But you also need a few things you can’t fit in the bag.

Compassion, intuitiveness, quick thinking, and a sense of humor.

Especially that last one.

And maybe an extra dose of compassion.

So there you go—all the things you need to carry around with you in order to care for yours—or other people’s—children.

Hopefully you can find all these things and more when you read my Mannies series.  I gave the guys all the things I frequently forgot in my first few years. Even the sense of humor.



A Fool and His Manny

By Amy Lane

Dustin Robbins-Grayson was a surly adolescent when Quinlan Gregory started the nanny gig. After a rocky start, he grew into Quinlan’s friend and confidant—and a damned sexy man.

At twenty-one, Dusty sees how Quinlan sacrificed his own life and desires to care for Dusty’s family. He’s ready to claim Quinlan—he’s never met a kinder, more capable, more lovable man. Or a lonelier one. Quinlan has spent his life as the stranger on the edge of the photograph, but Dusty wants Quinlan to be the center of his world. First he has to convince Quinlan he’s an adult, their love is real, and Quinlan can be more than a friend and caregiver. Can he show Quin that he deserves to be both a man and a lover, and that in Dusty’s eyes, he’s never been “just the manny?”


Seven Years’ Distance


QUINLAN GREGORY’S body hurt. All of it. Every molecule.

He hauled the last suitcase out of the Lyft and paid the guy, then started carting his luggage—and his trumpet case—gingerly across the driveway, avoiding clots of dirt and tufts of grass on the concrete as he went.

Jacob had told him during his last phone call that the dog had gotten out and brutalized the new sod, but Quinlan hadn’t believed what a massacre it was until now. Anybody else would have disowned the ginger-haired mutt—aptly nicknamed Hellhound by Belinda, one of their daughters—but not Jacob and Nica Robbins-Grayson.

Quinlan’s bosses had a knack for picking up people and animals and giving them a home and then thanking them for all their help.

He should know—he’d been their manny for nearly seven years.

Their youngest, St. Peter (or, well, Peter, but Jacob and Nica insisted on calling him St. Peter in the hopes that God would be appeased and might not create a holy miracle and bless them with a seventh child) was seven this year, and Quinlan was wondering when they were going to let him go.

This job had been sort of a dream for a musician who traveled during the summer and took classes and worked night gigs in jazz bars the other nine months out of the year—but Quinlan’s last college tour had ended four days ago in a miasma of pain and dysentery, and he was twenty-seven years old.

It was high time he grew up, became an adult, stopped living in Jacob and Nica’s garage apartment, and found something responsible to do.

But first he wanted his snug little rooms, with the paneling Jacob had put in before he moved in, and the hardwood floors, and the rug Quin had bought in Vancouver, and the bed he’d put on layaway until Nica had bought it for him as a surprise when he’d come home from his summer tour the first time.

His fish tank.

The fuzzy blanket the kids had gotten him for his third Christmas with the Robbins-Graysons.

The pictures of him and the kids and the whole family at birthdays, graduations, and three weddings, including Sammy’s.

Oh, Sammy.

God. His home. It was his home, and he felt like crap on a cracker, and he needed his home.

He hauled the luggage up the stairs, both bags with his trumpet case under his arm, and was going to use the key but the knob twisted under his hand. Uh-oh—somebody must have left it open when they were feeding the fish. Maybe Dustin.

Dustin had been in his apartment. For a moment that shocked him out of his misery, even though the kids had been in and out of his apartment since the beginning, but then his stomach cramped again.

Well, no worries. The couch and television seemed unmolested, although there was a dirty dish and a coffee cup in the sink.

Quinlan set his luggage down, relieved beyond words. He worked out and ran—normally he was pretty strong, but after the stomach bug kept him hugging the toilet for four days, well, he was about done.

So ordinarily he would have noticed that the air conditioner was on, and someone was watching something in the bedroom, and every light and ceiling fan in the apartment was running.

But he was busy stripping his sweat-soaked shirt over his head, so it didn’t really hit him that somebody else was in the house until he opened the bedroom door and saw….

Oh God.

“Quin?” Dustin’s voice would hit him later—gravelly and breathy from passion.

What hit him first was the sight of the tall, muscular young man lying naked in his bed, cock in his hand, as Quinlan opened the door.

“Holy God, I’m sorry!” Quinlan shouted, slamming the door behind him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Dusty. I’m sorry.”

“Jesus, Quin, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Got sick.” Quinlan leaned against the door, weak and shaky. “Came home early. I’m sorry—I didn’t—wait.” Oh hell, he was really losing his touch. “Dustin Matthew Robbins-Grayson, were you jerking off in my bed?”

“Shut up!” Dustin shouted hotly, and Quinlan fought a flashback to those charming teenage years when the man currently naked in his room had been a Class 5 adolescent prick. “Shut up! I thought you were gone for five more days! How was I supposed to know?”

Quin’s head was swimming. “You weren’t,” he said, feeling dizzy and off balance and… oh hell, aroused. Dustin was twenty-one—not a child anymore—and the vision of him on the bed, legs spread, erect, abandoned to his own touch, was going to haunt Quin for possibly the rest of his life. “You weren’t supposed to know I was home. But what are you doing here?”

“Forget it,” Dustin muttered. “Look, just move away from the door. I’m dressed now. Pretend this didn’t happen. And—oh Jesus, if you tell my parents, I’m jumping off a bridge.”

Tell his parents? As. If.

“Dusty!” Quin cajoled, trying to inject humor into what, well, should have been a humorous situation. “Dusty, please. Man, I feel like shit, and it’s hotter than ass outside. Just… just let me shower and lie down on the bed and get some rest, and you can couch and tell me what you were doing here later, okay?”

“Quin….” Dustin’s voice held a familiar note—but one almost forgotten. Quin, you don’t get it. You’ll never understand.

And Quin found himself panicking. They’d been okay when he’d left, right? Well, they’d been changing—but they’d been okay. Dustin’s texts, his persistent, grown-up, take-me-as-I-am texts had been more than okay. They’d even had Quin dreaming… hoping… because Dustin had grown up. Right?

Oh dear God yes, he’s grown up. His chest has grown and his nipples have grown and his cock has grown….

Quinlan whimpered, because his head hurt and his heart was starting to hurt. Dustin was an adult now, and he made plenty of money working for his father at Jacob’s garage chain. He had resources. He really could flit out of Quinlan’s life like a butterfly.

“Dustin,” he begged, on about his last nerve, “please, man. Don’t rocket out of here like this. Just… just let me cool off and drink some water and we can talk. We were there, right? We were… we were doing okay, right? Don’t… don’t tell me we have to start from scratch again.”

“Would you?” Dustin asked suspiciously. “Start from scratch?”

“Well, yeah!” Quinlan said, exasperated. “Dustin, I’ve been part of your life for seven years. Do you think I want you to just take off and cut me out? Because I walked in on you… uh….” Masturbating in my bed? He made a sound then—a weak, sad one—and Dustin spoke, sounding like he’d made a decision.

“We’ll talk about what I was doing later.”

The doorknob turned, and Quinlan moved away so Dustin could open it.

For a moment they were face-to-face, Dustin with his straight brown hair parted on the side and swept over his forehead. He had hazel eyes—an odd combination of brown and gray—and a bold nose with a short jaw and strong chin. He’d been cute as a kid, but Quinlan had noticed in the past couple of years that he’d grown into a stunningly handsome man.

“You look like death, Q,” Dustin said, letting go of the defensiveness of being caught pants down, so to speak. And then… then he rocked Quinlan’s world. He reached out and grazed Quinlan’s cheek with the back of his knuckles. “I’m sorry I yelled. Go shower. I’ll get you an ice water, okay?”

Quinlan nodded weakly. “That’s sweet. Thanks—”

Dustin stopped him with—oh God—a finger across his lips. Unbidden, another moment flashed behind Quin’s eyes, of Dusty’s touch on his lips. “Not sweet,” Dustin whispered. “You know me better than anybody else in the world. You know what I’m not?”

Dustin had been rambunctious, hostile, precocious, and irritating. But according to the people who loved him best, he’d never been “sweet.”

Maybe. Quinlan had seen—in the last seven years, he’d seen the other parts of him, parts that even his parents might not have seen.

“I don’t buy the bad press,” Quin said, smiling slightly and pretending Dustin’s work-roughened finger on his chapped, tender lips wasn’t trying to light fires on a sweat-sodden peat bog. “Here—” He moved sideways and stayed leaning against the door. “I… I really have to clean up.” He’d thrown up on the plane. Twice. His muscles were already trembling from hauling his luggage up to the door.

Dustin stepped out of the room, wearing a T-shirt and cargo shorts, and looked him over critically. “All right,” he said, turning to take Quinlan’s elbow. “Let me run a bath. Let’s get you in some cool water, I’ll get you some Gatorade and some salt tablets, and let me call Mom.” He pulled Quinlan to the bathroom beyond the bedroom and sat him on the toilet before he ran the water.

Quin leaned back against the back of the commode and tried to ignore the cramping in his gut, now that the excitement was over.

“Yeah,” Dustin was saying as he ran the bath. “I, uh, actually had permission to be here—Mom and Dad thought you were going to be gone for another few days, and my apartment was getting recarpeted. I, uh—I mean, not that I didn’t like sleeping in your bed and all—”

He peeked up at Quinlan over his shoulder, looking coy and boyish—two words Quin had never associated with him. Ever. It took a moment to put together what he was actually saying.

Quinlan frowned. “You were… uh… thinking of… uh….” Oh God. No. Not now.

He slid off the seat and landed on his knees and lifted up the lid. As the cramps shook him and he heaved, he was aware of Dustin’s cool hand on his brow, of his strong arms and chest keeping Quinlan grounded.

“Jesus, Q, you’re in bad shape,” Dustin muttered. “Of all the shitty times…. Here.”

Quinlan wasn’t sure how it happened. He stopped heaving fluid, and as he was panting and recovering, Dustin, the kid he’d helped raise from puberty on, hefted him up, stripped him down, and set him in a lukewarm bath.

Not cold enough to make him shiver. Not hot enough to make him sweat.

He lay back against the tub and caught his breath, closing his eyes. “Thanks,” he mumbled.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Dustin muttered. “I’ll be right back with water and salt and some carbs—and my mom.”

“Oh Jesus. Your mom’s gonna see me naked?” Quinlan whined. He respected the holy hell out of Dustin’s mom. He sort of wanted to die just thinking about it.

“I’ll call Dad, then,” Dustin snapped. “Whatever. You look like shit, and I’m worried. And if you say I’m sweet, it’s my turn to puke.”

“But you are,” Quinlan murmured to Dustin’s retreating back. “I remember. You think I don’t remember how sweet you are?”

“Fuck off, Quin.”

But Quinlan’s eyes were closed, and he was drifting in the tepid water. Back, back, back, seven years ago, at the park wedding of Taylor Cochran and Brandon Grayson. Back to a warm, bright September day seven years ago, when the red dust of the foothills seemed to stain the very air, and Quinlan’s friend—Dustin’s cousin, Sammy Lowell—was looking happy, if not healthy, and very much in love.

And Quinlan was fighting off a terrible case of woe-is-me.

About the Author

Award winning wool-gather, Amy Lane lives in a crumbling crapmansion with the children who are still growing, a fur-baby mafia, and a bemused spouse. She has too damned much yarn, a penchant for action adventure movies, and a need to know that somewhere in all the pain is a story of Wuv, Twu Wuv, which she continues to believe in to this day! She writes fantasy, urban fantasy, and gay romance–and if you accidentally make eye contact, she’ll bore you to tears with why those three genres go together. She’ll also tell you that sacrifices, large and small, are worth the urge to write.

AUDIOBOOK TOUR – Zen Alpha by Sionnach Wintergreen and Narrator: Hugh Bradley



Book Title: Zen Alpha

Author: Sionnach Wintergreen

Publisher: Self-Published

Narrator: Hugh Bradley

Cover Artist: DesignRans

Genre/s: LGBT, Gay Romance, Contemporary

Length:  3 hours and 7 minutes  

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More than anything, struggling tech support specialist Bradley Evans wants an alpha male lover. He thinks he’s found his perfect match, but when his domineering stock broker boyfriend goes too far, Bradley wonders if his flexible, mindful neighbor might be just what he needs.

Ward Linden teaches autistic middle schoolers and is sexy and kind…but he isn’t quite the alpha Bradley’s been looking for. Do nice guys always have to finish last?

Bradley explores what it means to be alpha male in this steamy, humor-laced gay romance. Due to its sexual content, this book is for adults only.

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About the Author

Sionnach (pronounced shuhn ukh) Wintergreen is a genderqueer author of gay romance, epic fantasy, and adult fantasy. (She uses feminine personal pronouns because she has lived most of her life responding to them, but she would love it if people used ‘they.’) Her character-driven stories usually involve misfits because she is one. Sionnach has always loved writing and animals; she was a grant writer for an animal rescue group. She lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband and six furbabies—one sweet dog and five spoiled-rotten cats. She also has a wonderful human son.

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Release Day Blitz for Imperial Stout (Trouble Brewing #1) by Layla Reyne (excerpt and giveaway)



Imperial Stout by Layla Reyne

Series: Trouble Brewing #1

Publisher: Carina Press

Release Date (Print & Ebook): Ebook/Audio – July 23, 2018; Print – July 31, 2019

Length (Print & Ebook): 272 pages

Subgenre: M/M Romantic Suspense

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Book blurb:

Layla Reyne spins off from her pulse-pounding Agents Irish and Whiskey books with Imperial Stout, the first installment in the Trouble Brewing series

It’s a good thing assistant US attorney Dominic Price co-owns a brewery. He could use a cold one. Nic’s star witness has just been kidnapped, his joint operation with the FBI is in jeopardy, his father’s shady past is catching up with him and the hot new special agent in San Francisco is the kind of distraction best handled with a stiff drink.

Kidnap and rescue expert Cameron Byrne has his own ideas about how to handle Nic, but his skills are currently needed elsewhere. The by-the-book FBI agent goes deep undercover as a member of an infamous heist crew in order to save Nic’s witness, break up the crew and close the case before anyone else gets hurt. Nic in particular.

Things heat up when Cam falls for Nic, and the witness falls for Cam. As the crew’s suspicions grow, Cam must decide how far he’s willing to go—and how far into his own dark past he’s willing to dive—to get everyone out alive.

Teaser Excerpt :

That confidence, that smile, and that fucking suit and tie finally got the better of Cam. Fuck but this man made him want to break all his rules. And truth be told, he’d never been that good with them when it came to sex, the wild side he’d buried long ago needing some outlet. And right now, Nic was the matador in an irresistible cape of gray and blue.

He intercepted Nic’s arm mid-reach for the holding room door, using it to swing him around, back against the wall. Cam closed the distance between them, pressing Nic against the wall. “You’re good at other things too. The way you handle case assets. Legal strategy. Making beer.” Cam’s gaze roved over Nic’s face. Blue eyes wide and darkening. A blush staining his high cheekbones. Parted lips that Cam couldn’t shake the taste of.

Wanted to taste again.

“Kissing,” Cam whispered.

About Layla Reyne:

Author Layla Reyne was raised in North Carolina and now calls San Francisco home. She enjoys weaving her bi-coastal experiences into her stories, along with adrenaline-fueled suspense and heart pounding romance. When she’s not writing stories to excite her readers, she downloads too many books, watches too much television, and cooks too much food with her scientist husband, much to the delight of their smushed-face, leftover-loving dogs. Layla is a member of Romance Writers of America and its Kiss of Death and Rainbow Romance Writers chapters. She was a 2016 RWA® Golden Heart® Finalist in Romantic Suspense.

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