Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Audiobook ARC Review: Let the Wrong Light In by Avon Gale

Let the Wrong Light In
From the blurb:

Avery Hextall, a junior architect at a prestigious firm, is thrilled when his design is chosen for a new performing-arts center—even if it means working closely with his insufferably uptight project manager, Malin Lacroix. When a chance encounter in the boss’s office proves that Lacroix is anything but cold, Avery is determined to learn more about the real man beneath the aloof veneer.

Despite their growing attraction and their increasingly kinky encounters, the enigmatic Malin remains as emotionally distant as ever. Worse, Avery’s friends are convinced Malin thinks of Avery as a dirty secret and nothing more—a secret that might destroy both of their careers.

But the real secret is a single moment in time that haunts Malin and keeps him from committing to the life he wants with Avery. In order to move on, Avery must help Malin come to terms with the tragedy in his past before they can work on building a future together.




Heather's rating:















Wooooah, this one was a DOOZY! Lots of stuff to cover here, folks.

When I give 3-stars, it's usually because I liked a book but didn't really like it. In this case, the 3-stars is because there were parts that I really liked and parts that I hated, and those balanced each other out.

I didn't know much about this book when I started, to be honest. I don't read blurbs that often or that well, and I just saw Avon Gale's name and I knew that I had to have it. I love Avon Gale's Scoring Chances series (Breakaway), and I really wanted to read more from her.

To start, I had issues with the third person, present tense format. I really don't like present tense, and it sounded awkward in audio. However, that ended up being a minor issue for me because I got more and more used to it as I went along.

I didn't know that this book contained a first time gay experience before reading, but I think that is worth noting because that is a particularly favorite theme of mine. I liked how Malin was in his 40s and discovering attraction to another man for the first time. Avon Gale did a very nice job with that aspect of the story, and it was an unexpected bonus for me.

Now, onto the kink...

Blogtour: Dating Ryan Alback by J.E. Birk



Please say hello to J.E. Birk and 

Dating Ryan Alback 




Blurb:

Ryan Alback has almost everything he’s ever wanted: a successful acting career, a dog who adores him, great family and friends, and a life outside the closet. The only thing missing is a boyfriend—but Ryan’s been burned by Hollywood relationships before, and he’s not eager to try one again.

Jason Santos has almost everything he's ever wanted: a fulfilling career teaching middle school, a house in a city he loves, and parents who support him in every way. Too bad he can't seem to forget the ex-boyfriend who rejected his marriage proposal.

When a talk show host launches a dating contest to find Ryan a boyfriend and Jason accidentally wins, neither of them expect anything to come from it. Yet somewhere between a disastrous massage and a mud sinkhole, they both start to wonder if this date could be more than just a public relations stunt. But before they can move into the future, they'll both have to learn to let go of the past.



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NaNoWriMo


I’m not gonna lie: I used to have serious attitude about NaNoWriMo. I never participated in it, and I never understood how people did. A novel in a month?! As Eddie Izzard says, who can live at that speed?! Not to mention that at one time I did most of my writing in large binges on Saturday afternoons, thanks to my work schedule, so trying to do a binge of that magnitude every day for 30 days seemed almost masochistic in nature.


But a lot of writer friends told me how great NaNo was for things like their discipline and writing stamina and blah blah blah you get the idea. Then November came along a few years ago and I happened to have an outline finished for Dating Ryan Alback. Why not? I figured. Let’s see what all the fuss was about.


Okay, I admit it. I was quickly converted.

Blogtour: Hacked up by Ethan Stone




Please say hello to Ethan Stone and 

Hacked Up 




Blurb:

Seattle is being plagued by a string of gruesome murders. For Detective Peter Tao, it’s a career-making case, but he’s struggling to find a lead. How is the killer choosing his victims? What is he trying to prove?

With a long list of suspects and nothing to connect them, Peter is more determined than ever to apprehend the murderer. Then Peter gets the one vital piece of evidence that ties everything together. Now he’ll have to look beyond the obvious to identify the killer before anyone else is murdered.


Solve the mystery in this fast-moving crime thriller by Ethan Stone.




Thank you for joining me on my Hacked Up Blog Tour. Today I’m going to share an exclusive excerpt featuring the main characters of Detective Peter Tao and Bryce Carrick. This happens after a stressful time at work for Peter so he’s a bit on edge. The push-pull between Peter and Bryce is dynamic and intriguing. I hope you feel the same and will consider buying the book.

Enjoy—



Excerpt:



I'd just poured myself a vodka and cranberry juice and taken a sip when there was a knock on the door. I wasn't in the mood for company, so I'd decided not to answer when Bryce's voice came from the other side.
"I know you're in there, Peter. I'm not going away so don't even try ignoring me."
Realizing he was indeed a persistent bastard, I opened the door and stepped away without greeting him.
"What're you doing here?" I growled.
"Hello to you, too."
I stomped into the living room and flopped down on the couch with Bryce right on my heels.
"So the case is closed?"
"Yup."
"Why didn't you tell me yourself?"
Without looking at him I answered, "Not my responsibility."
"I thought we were…"
"What?" I demanded with a glower. "You thought we were what?"
He shrugged and peered at the floor. "I don't know. Friends at least."
"Not sure why you thought that," I said coldly.
He stared at me incredulously for a moment. "Damn, you run hot and cold, don't you? Excuse me if I thought there was an attraction between us. Especially after last night."
I chuffed and rolled my eyes. "I was out of it last night. Call it a case of temporary insanity."
"You kissed me, Peter. I didn't imagine that."
Meeting his gaze, I shot him an exasperated expression. "Christ, Carrick, what do you want me to say? You're attractive. I admit that. That doesn't mean anything."
"Doesn't mean anything?" He threw his hands in the air. "I can't stop thinking about you. You fascinate me. You're strong and one helluva cop. But there's pain and hurt deep inside that you don't want to let go of."
I bounded to my feet and got in his face. Our chests bumped, and I could smell his woodsy cologne and minty mouthwash. "Don't act like you fucking know me! Because you don't. Not at all."
His face reddened, but then he took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "No, I don't. But I want too. If you'd just give me a chance."
Part of me wanted to let go of the anger I was feeling, but I just wasn't ready to let down some of those walls. They were there to protect me, after all. I tore them down when I was with Darren and had ended up regretting it. The one other person I'd let get close to me was Jamey. And he was dead.
"You're nothing but an arrogant, entitled, rich son of a bitch," I snarled. "I'm just another of your conquests. You want me because you can't have me."
His eyebrows knitted together in a furious scowl. "That's not true. Not even close."
I turned away from him and shrugged a single shoulder. "Whatever. Go find someone else to screw over."
"God, you're a stubborn asshole," he snapped. "Why am I wasting my time?"
"That's a good question." I faced him again with a daring expression.
"Fuck off, Peter." He spun and stormed toward the door.
"Bye. See ya never."
He turned back to face me.
"I thought you were leaving," I said with a smirk.
"I have just one more thing to say." He took slow, measured steps back to me. His eyes bored into my skull, but I refused to be the one who looked away first, even if it did make me extremely uncomfortable.
Bryce didn't stop until he was less than inch away. For a moment, he said nothing, just peered at me with those enthralling hazel eyes. Then he put his hands on either side of my face and pulled me into a kiss. It took me a second to react, to realize what was happening. Once more, I was torn about how to respond. My body and mind warred with each other. The kiss was amazing, and my cock responded, but my brain told me this wasn't what I had wanted, not consciously anyway.
I put my hands on his chest and shoved him away. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Trying to get you to drop your defenses. You need to see I'm not here to hurt you."
"I'm not going to sleep with you. If that's what you're after, you might as well give up now."
He sighed dejectedly. "I don't care about that. You are not some conquest I'm out to seduce. Do I want you? Hell, yeah. You're sexy as fuck and turn me on so much. But it's not just a physical thing. I've had plenty of guys in my bed over the years but it's always been lacking something. Would I love to take you to bed right now? Hell, yeah. But if that's not in the cards, I can accept whatever you can give me."
"I don't know if I can give you anything." I spoke softly. So low even I almost couldn't hear it. "There might not be anything to give."
He took my hand and rubbed it. "That's not true. I know it isn't. You need something right now. Your emotions are just under the surface. I can be whoever or whatever you need right now. A friend. Someone to talk to. Someone to lean on. I can be that person, Peter. Just let me."
Damn it, he was right. I'd been holding my emotions in since Jamey died. I'd sworn I wouldn't grieve until the killer was caught, and it seemed that had happened. Tears welled up in my eyes, and one escaped, rolling down my cheek. Bryce reached out and wiped away the single drop.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said. "Might as well accept that." He wrapped his strong arms around me, and I breathed in his intoxicating scent. I didn't return the embrace, but I didn't push him away, either. I felt safe and secure in his arms. Comfortable. Home.
The dam broke, and I began to weep. Large tears poured out as I sobbed. He patted my back and guided me to the couch where we sat with me resting against his chest. Bryce caressed my back in a soothing motion. "Yeah, that's it. Let it all out."
"He was my best friend," I murmured between sniffles. "Jamey was like a brother to me. I can't believe he's gone."
Whispering calming words into my ear, he held me until I could breathe normally again. He left me for a minute to get me a bottle of water, and then we were back in the same position on the couch. He didn't care that I cried like a baby and slobbered onto his expensive silk shirt. There was no judgment, just comfort. I dozed for half an hour or so and woke with a start, momentarily forgetting where I was or who I was with.
"You're okay," he murmured. "I'm here."
Why did that make me feel better? He was a virtual stranger, yet it felt as if I'd known him almost forever. It made no sense at all, but being around him made me feel better. His words and his touch soothed me in a way no other man's ever had. I wanted to feel more of him and even considered violating my rule of no sex with married men. A good fuck would make me feel even better. Make the pain go away at least for a short time. But I'd made my line in the sand, and I wasn't going to cross it. Even if the sex was marvelous, I would regret it afterward. I'd felt used and degraded before, and it wasn't going to happen again.
I was glad when he didn't try to get me to change my mind. There was no pressure from him whatsoever, but he didn't leave me. He ordered pizza and we ate while watching Avengers. Afterward, we snuggled and watched Age of Ultron, arguing over whether that version of Quicksilver was better than the one in X-Men: Days of Future Past. I thought the X-Men one was far cooler, but Bryce said the one in Avengers seemed more realistic. We argued about it for at least twenty minutes, and it was enjoyable to have a discussion not about a life or death matter.
I fell asleep in his arms watching-what else?- X-Men: Days of Future Past. At some point I woke up and Bryce had also dozed off. I sat up and jostled him. "C'mon, let's go to bed."
He opened his eyes and shot me a questioning glance. "You sure?"

Cover Reveal Blitz: Cowboys Don't Ride Unicorns by Tara Lain



Readers have been eagerly waiting to learn more about COWBOYS DON'T RIDE UNICORNS, the second installment in the COWBOYS DON'T Series!! 



Cowboys Don't Ride Unicorns
(Cowboys Don't Series, #2)
By Tara Lain

Blurb

Cowboy Danny Boone—a name he made up one drunken night and has regretted ever since—harbors a big past and yearns for a small future. A short, bright career as a champion bull rider almost ended in his death when his homophobic father discovered Danny was gay. Now Danny longs for a plot of land he can build a ranch house on and enough money to make up for some of the education he missed. 

Danny also hides a preference for beautiful femmes who like to top—a combo rarer than a unicorn. Then onto the guest ranch where Danny works drives San Francisco decorator Laurie Belmont, a young man so gorgeous he makes horses gasp, and so ballsy he almost kills Danny’s attacker. 

Laurie’s trying to find his way out from under the thumb of a domineering mother, helpless father, and rich, privileged boyfriend. But no matter the attraction, their lives are worlds apart, and cowboys don’t ride unicorns.

Release Date: 
March 3/22/2017


Available for pre-order at 

Also available in paperback


Excerpt
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