Monday, July 6, 2015

ARC Review: Getting it Right by A.M. Arthur

Getting It Right (Restoration #1)From the blurb:

Detective Nathan Wolf might just be a junior detective, but he tackles every case with the passion that he lacks in his personal life. A series of failed relationships with women has left him still single at thirty-four—because he's too scared to admit to his longtime crush on his best friend James.
Dr. James Taggert likes to keep his profession as a psychiatrist separate from his party-animal persona. Known around the gay clubs as Tag, he's the guy who screws them, leaves them, and never looks back. But James's drinking is getting heavier, and when bad memories from the past resurface, he's close to becoming the worst version of himself. 
After a drunken blackout ends in a hot and heavy make-out session with his very straight best friend, James has no memory of the steamy affair. But Nathan isn't sorry for the kisses that James can't remember. Nathan finally musters the courage to tell James how he really feels, but a life-altering event might force them apart before they can ever be together.

Heather's rating:

I think I need to take a nice long break from A.M. Arthur. On one hand, I really like most of her stuff, but on the other hand, I'm just SO drained! This book was a total angst-fest, and IMO, it became way over the top.

Though this book is billed as the first in the Restoration series, I think it is best read as part of the Belonging series (beginning with No Such Thing). The Belonging series is referenced a LOT, and I think I might have lost some of the dialogue if I hadn't read the whole Belonging series.

Nathan and James were a hot mess of a couple. SO MANY MISUNDERSTANDINGS (<--one of my greatest pet peeves). These two guys just didn't communicate! It was bananas and really, really frustrating. To top it off, there was a totally unbelievable GFY (and I'm the BIGGEST fan of GFY), and one drama situation after another. Through in substance abuse, PTSD, a serial killer, job drama, life drama... if you can find a place where drama could be squeezed in, it was there.

Blogtour: Summer Love Anthology

Please welcome all the fabulous authors of 

Summer Love: An LGBTQ Collection


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

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

The Willow Weeps for Us by Suzey Ingold
Jack, the young son of a grocer, falls for a charming piano teacher at the dawn of World War II.

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

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

My Best Friend by HJ Coulter
In a letter to his best friend, a young gay man reminisces about their relationship

What the Heart Wants by Naomi Tajedler
A young student discovers attraction and desire through her experience drawing figures in her summer art class.

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

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

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

Excerpt from Beautiful Monsters

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

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

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Book Review: Two Man Team (Team #2) by Jet Mykles

Two Man Team (Team, #2)Blurb:
Others might be fooled into thinking Davey is just a computer nerd, but Jason knows better. He knows his geeky best friend is wicked to the core. So, he shouldn't be surprised when Davey lures him into a threesome on the night of their friends' wedding. Two guys and one girl turns out to be a pretty terrific thing, especially when watching Davey have sex is almost as hot as knowing Davey is watching him. And the girl doesn't seem to mind either.
One threesome leads to more, but then something changes. Now, when Davey touches him, it's a whole new ballgame. Jason likes it...a lot...and he likes it even more when they try sex without the girl. Who knew? But Jason's troubles are just beginning. He sees new-found depths in their friendship. Depths he's willing to explore. Too bad Davey doesn't feel the same. The past has taught Davey that happily ever after doesn't exist and Jason is afraid he'll never be able to change Davey's mind.
Will Jason be able to convince his stubborn friend that they can forge a two man team?

Todd’s rating:

Okay, the last seal preventing The Apocalypse has officially be broken.

This is *ME* recommending an MMF book
, girl parts and all.

Stop laughing, bitches, I'm even more shocked than you are, TRUST, but there it is.

When I first saw the blurb for this one, my mind went nearly to the exact same place that it did when I read the blurb for Jay Nortcote's "Helping Hand".

In other words, my brain started bleeding with thoughts of, "God, how hot does that sound?"

Sooooo, 3 or 4 days later, I broke down, got the book and was not disappointed.

Okay, for the "lady bits", one of the two women who put the F in MFM here was written pretty much one dick shy of being a dude. Sorta. That was a huge plus in me not getting so squicked out that I stopped reading all together.

Not only was the story well-written, but sweet merciful crap, the sexy bits were so smoking hot, they nearly peeled the paint off my eReader. *shivers*

Plus, the fact that Jason and Davey weren't in the least bit homophobic was great.

There wasn't a ton of angst in the "Oh. My. God. I might be motherfucking gay!" department, only time needed to adjust to the change in their best friends status to include 'more.'

Guest Post: We, King Henry VIII Part 1 by S. Joy P.

Henry VIII of England seeks his way home – into the arms of his lost lover on the pages of a fictional autobiography We, King Henry VIII. This new release will delight you if you love Henry and enjoy supernatural fantasy in your gay fiction. Sounds good? Read on to find out more. I've got a sensual excerpt for you, but let's start with the book blurb.

On the 27th of January, 1547 AD, one hour before midnight, Henry VIII is mere three hours from his death. On his deathbed, he only pines to behold his true love for one more time. To catch but a glimpse of Adhamh's face – that he desires above all things. For his whole life fearful of God, he would now give his mind, body, and soul to the Devil if the Dark Lord promised him but one moment with his lost lover. Only his heart Henry could not give, for Adhamh has it in his keeping. It has always been so, from the day they met. And there the story of their star-crossed love truly begins.
In the hot August of the year 1521 AD, England lazily revels in its still young King Henry VIII, the most accomplished and the handsomest monarch of the Christendom. For whole the world, Henry plays the King who lacks nothing, and who fears nobody save God. Deep inside, he is a man tormented by dark secrets shrouding his marriage, tortured by fears for the fate of his dynasty. His summer morning is not filled with idle delight; it brims with barely concealed terrors – until the moment when God sends him a sign: a wolf trapped in the royal chapel. From the first heartbeat of the unexpected encounter, the beast exudes an aura of unalloyed loyalty vested in Henry alone. Overcome with the sight of the wolf's unconditional surrender into his hands, Henry believes him to be a messenger of God and spares his life.
But... a human heart beats in the wolf's chest. Adhamh the Seventh, the only son of the House of Svar, the Margrave at Zuria Labarra is the second most powerful man after the King of Cerbeden – and a werewolf cast out of his world as a punishment for a fateful failure. The High Immortal who so sentenced him to die as the Devil's Own knew nothing about an uncanny resemblance between the King of England and the King of Cerbeden. Neither does Adhamh. In Henry, he sees his own beloved liege lord, whom he could never harm. The moment of his surrender gives birth to a new unbreakable bond and triggers events which neither he, nor Henry could ever foretell. The affection that arises between them faces constant dangers, both seen and unseen. Constraints placed on them by social norms and Henry's religious beliefs can be overcome, but what if Adhamh is yanked back into his own world one day? This ever-present peril cannot be provided for. Nor is it the darkest threat lurking close.


He yipped a quiet greeting but did not come to me. Not yet. I knew what had to take place first under the pale light of the moon, and watched him as he bounced across the glade toward the log that we had dragged here four days before. Faster and faster he raced until his silhouette seemed to glide above the grass without ever touching it. The murmurs of the brook drowned out any rustle that his paws might have invoked otherwise, and so he resembled a ghost pursuing an innocent soul. Many might fear him, not so I.

He sprang into the final mighty leap, so full of vigor and life that my belly tightened in need. A part of me was right there, by his side, in the moment of the glorious pain of his transformation. And a part of me just stared at the act in awe.

He landed. Naked as always. And as always I smothered my desire. Merciful shadows of the night made it easier for me. Or... harder. For now I could actually see him in all his beauty. Aye, his mere silhouette. But my longing painted the details where my eyes could not recognize them. And I did not have to hold my gaze locked with his, or averted in a doomed effort not to intrude on his privacy. In the darkness I could blush without fear that he would notice the all-revealing redness.

Why was I never able to repress this reaction to his naked body? It was a sin to want him, and yet, no matter how hard I tried to mold my feelings for him into the pure brotherly affection, I yearned for him all the same, and the pained amorousness consumed both my flesh and my mind. He knew it not, and it had to stay so.

Steeling myself for the inevitable lash of need, I strode over to him. To hand him his clothes and thus end the moments of my greatest pleasure and the greatest torments.

“I must wash first, My King.” His voice in the shadows smiled at my impatience, and the next moment he headed toward the brook. I followed. He honored, loved, and served me. But it was me who followed him. Always. And I suspected that it would stay so until the end of my days.

Thinking that he would just wash the blood off his face, hands, and chest, I almost stepped in the stream. For he did not stop on its bank. He just walked on, and I was catching my balance in the last possible heartbeat that remained between staying dry and landing in the water.

When my gaze found him again, a half-stifled groan escaped from my mouth. The night clearly made it all more difficult. Or Adhamh did. For he lay in the middle of the shallow brook, letting the ripples touch him just everywhere, and the nefarious light of the moon did not leave me in doubts as to where exactly the water caressed his skin.

I wanted to be water.

But I could not.

And the hopelessness of my desires spilled out of me. “She shall never retreat to a nunnery,” I all but wailed. It was not the true reason of my tension, but how could I possibly tell him the truth?

“She is on the verge of that decision,” he said, his voice joining the bewitching lullaby sung to him by the stream. “Her piety and her pain war with her pride and tenacity. Have patience, Henry.”

“I cannot bear this!” I blurted. And my gaze never left the tantalizing curves of his body. Moonlight tenderly caressed his broad chest, the alluring firmness of his slightly recessed belly, the hard and yet so elegant muscles of his thighs. And the dark nest of pubic hair in his crotch. It revealed his manhood to me, and I suddenly could not even swallow. Only stare I could... and did.

“What is it that you cannot abide?” he asked, lacing his hands behind his head.

“The waiting,” I groaned, clenching my fists to somehow hold myself back from plunging into the stream and plundering the temptation laid before me. “The irony of a wedlock that is not a wedlock at all. The lack of pleasure.”

“Fidelity is not a virtue required of great Kings.” He sat up. “Take any woman you like, discreetly.”

“I cannot just take any woman!”

“Why?” he asked, washing his face.
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