Friday, February 28, 2014

Kindle Weekly Deals~ Week of 2/22/14-2/28/-14

"Luck in the Shadows" by Lynn Flewelling- GLBT, epic fantasy~ Price drop to $0.99!

"About Last Night" by Ruthie Knox- Adult, contemporary romance~ Price drop to $0.99!
"Delirium" by :Lauren Oliver- YA, dystopia~ Price drop to $2.99!
"Sunset" by Arshad Ahsanuddin- M/M, paranormal romance~ Price drop to FREE!
"Cinder" by Marie Sexton- M/M, paranormal romance~ Price drop to $0.99!

"Fifteen Shades of Gay (For Pay) by T. Baggins- M/M, contemporary romance~ Price drop to $0.99!

"Macon's Story" by Hennessee Andrews- M/M, contemporary romance~ Price drop to FREE!
"Cody's Dragon" by K.M. Mahoney- M/M, paranormal romance~ Price drop to $0.99!
"Night" by Erik Clarke- M/M, paranormal romance~ Price drop to $0.99!

Check back next week for more deals!! 

Book Review: Just Like You, by Zoe Lynne

From the blurb:

Evan is a good guy with high aspirations, a mother who loves him unconditionally and the hottest boyfriend ever. Evan also has a secret he has to come clean about before he goes all the way. Evan has to tell Blake he has HIV. Blake is a member of Overton High's elite drumline and loves life, but he still hides his sexuality from everyone outside of his and Evan's little bubble. He's ready to have sex but not ready to be out. How will Blake react? Will their love be strong or will their story come to an end?

AnnaLund's rating:

An extremely sweet story about a young boy telling his boyfriend about his illness. In only very few pages we are presented with both full and rounded characters, of which the mother is probably one of the coolest so far this year. Go mom!

—this short story is a part of the Safe Sex Project, which encourages safe sex among gay and bi male teenagers and twentysomethings. Find more free stories there!
Free download from the author's website, Just Like You.

Download this book for free here: Zoe Lynne's web site

Thank you for reading, hope you liked this review.

Buylinks are provided as a courtesy and do not constitute an endorsement of or affiliation with this book, author or booksellers listed. 

ARC Review: Sunrise Over Savannah by Scotty Cade

Sunrise Over SavannahFrom the blurb:

Thompson and Caroline Gray were living their dream until Caroline's untimely death just two years after they’d bought the Thundercloud Marina. When Caroline died, she left Thompson alone and emotionally disconnected—until Thompson’s longtime friend and towboat owner Hank Charming tows Garner Holt, a recently retired psychiatrist, and his boat into the marina for repair. Thompson and Hank are both drawn to the sailboat captain, but for very different reasons. 

Since high school, Hank has secretly carried a torch for Thompson, even though Thompson remained committed to Caroline, even after her death. Hank is totally caught off guard when his initial attraction to Garner makes him realize this stranger might be the one to help him move on with his life. Thompson establishes a platonic friendship with Garner and starts to see the psychiatrist as his only lifeline to sanity. Life improves until Thompson sees Hank and Garner together, and old feelings Thompson thought were long buried begin to resurface. Garner quickly identifies the unresolved feelings between Hank and Thompson and decides to tap his professional skills and work behind the scenes to help Thompson and Hank see what has been right in front of them all along. 

Heather's rating:

My first book by Scotty Cade might be my last. This one didn't work for me, not at all.

To answer many of your questions, no this isn't a menage book. The blurb is a bit ambiguous about that, and I don't want to turn people off from the story because they are afraid of some three-way action.

Now, on to why I didn't like this one. It mainly boils down to the writing style + Heather = me no likey. I'll break it down for y'all.

Everything is described. In EXCRUCIATING detail. Are you curious about what every character is wearing in every single scene? Fear not! All will be revealed.

"Hank was wearing a nicely pressed blue chambray shirt over a bright-orange T-shirt, khakis, and brown driving shoes."

"Garner felt underdressed in his amber-colored V-neck T-shirt, blue jeans, and blue-and-gold Nikes."

Worried that you won't get enough descriptions of the setting? Unfounded!

"Garner followed in awe, certain his mouth was hanging open from the sheer beauty surrounding him. There was a royal-blue tone-on-tone striped camelback couch sitting in the center of the room with two tapestry-upholstered Martha Washington chairs flanking a large fireplace. End tables and other accent pieces effortlessly placed here and there donned the room and created a comfortable but elegant feel. There was a hall at the far right, which Garner assumed led to the bedrooms, and closed double french doors across the back wall. But before he could ask where they led, he spotted a triple mahogany chest of drawers with shiny brass pulls against the back wall..."

For some readers, they may love these details. I, however, did not. I found all of the descriptions to be both dull and distracting.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Author of the Month - Garrett Leigh - Finale

Welcome to the final day of our celebration for our Author Of The Month

Rounding out our final day is a list of Garrett's favorite things and a super funny, true story. But first, let's talk about Gypsy Rain.

Gypsy Rain

From the blurb:

Cornish fudge maker Seb Wright is anticipating and dreading the upcoming tourist season with equal measure. The cash injection is more than welcome, the long hours in the sticky, vanilla scented kitchen less so.

A few days into the first tentative sparks of summer a shadowy Good Samaritan catches his eye. Vagrant Dex is a new face in town…a beautiful, sullen enigma, and yet with each busy day that passes, Seb finds himself becoming more and more attracted to the mysterious, young man.

A young man who seems destined to become the heartbeat of a summer he'll never forget.

Have you read this novella yet? If so, what did you think? And if not, what are you waiting for? Let us know in the comments!!

These are a few of Garrett's favorite things:


In the MM genre, I’m a die-hard Voinov fan, both literary and personally. The dude is awesome. I love him. The Dark Soul series is one of my favourites ever, and Silvio Spadaro is my idol.

Mainstream wise, my favourite book ever is Junk, by Melvin Burgess. Addiction is a subject close to my heart, and this book tells a wickedly mundane tale of destruction.

Childhood favourites include Goodnight Mister Tom, The Circus of Adventure, and, to be honest, just about anything by Enid Blyton.


I have relatively vanilla tastes in movies (we call ‘em films over here). I like sweeping epics with glorious soundtracks, like Braveheart, Gladiator, and that absolute pile of cheesy wank, Pearl Harbor.

I also have a not so secret passion for The Bodyguard.

Other favourites include: Warrior, Shawshank Redemption, Road to Perdition, and Last of the Mohicans.

Tragic? Moi?


I don’t drink. I’ve been sober for most of the past decade, but that’s a story for another day. Or maybe you’ve already read it…

I drink a bazillion cups of African redbush tea every day.


My lovely hubbie is my favourite man, but I sure like lookin’ at Idris Elba, and on occasion, that annoying streak of idiot, Russell Brand.


I have teeny tiny feet, and I live in my scruffy UGGS. If you ever see me in heels, call the police. I’ve been kidnapped and forced against my will.


All of them, in context. I’m a bit iffy about red, though. It disturbs and annoys me in equal measure.


London, baby.


I cook a lot, both for work and pleasure. At home it soothes me, especially when I’m writing. I bake bread twice a week and cook a proper family meal every day, though I do have a scandalous weakness for pizza…from the worst frozen kind, to the very best wood-fired masterpiece.

Estate agents, porn, and the dog stole my knickers…

I invited an estate agent (Realtor) into my house to shatter my dreams about how much/less it was worth. The dude was old school – large, bald, smelled bad – but he seemed nice enough, even though he was over an hour late.

Now, I’m not one for tardiness. When the bald dude failed to show at his allotted time, I quickly gave up on him and got on with the rest of my day. He took me by surprise when he finally showed his face.

“Come on in,” I said. “Go through and fill your boots. I just need to put the dog away.”

I let the bald dude into my house and set about locking away my rabid miniature poodle. She’s ever so friendly, but she does like to pee on visitor’s shoes. A sign of affection? I like to think so, but after pissing off (pardon the pun) one tradesman too many, I’ve learned to put her away.

I locked the poodle in my neighbours house and trundled on back to my own. The bald dude was upstairs. I meandered on up to find him in the middle of my room, looking perplexed. It didn’t take long to deduce why, because there, on my bed, was my cat, surrounded by a mutilated feather boa (a purple one, in case you’re interested).

And the purple one wasn’t the only casualty. As I looked around I discovered that the entire top floor of my house was covered in sparkly feathers, topped off with a pair of my knickers the dog must have retrieved from the washing basket. (She likes to utilize the smaller pairs as impromptu head gear, you do see.)


The bald dude mumbled a figure at me and quickly left. An overreaction I thought, until I shut the door on him and realised what he’d seen on the screen of my laptop….

OMG!!! Tell us, Garrett - do tell us what was on the screen of your laptop!!

Where to find Garrett:


For our final raffle, 3 winners will each get to choose one e-book from Garrett's published books (Slide, Rare, Bullet or Gypsy Rain). Good luck!!

Thanks for stopping by, and for participating in our celebration. See you next time!!

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Release Blitz: Soul Deep by Anne Hope

Deep Soul 
(Dark Souls #2)” 
By Anne Hope


"Save her life or save mankind. His choice could cost him his soul. "

For nearly two centuries, Marcus has been the Watchers most faithful soldier. Sworn to protect humanity, driven by an unrelenting compulsion to atone for past sins, he has rarely found a compelling reason to question his mission, let alone defy his leader.

His partner, Regan, is his exact opposite, an enigma he longs to solve. A free spirit and reckless to a fault, Regan acts first and thinks later. Her smart mouth and tender heart have fascinated Marcus for decades, but the Watchers strict vow of celibacy has forced him to ignore the sizzling attraction between them. Until now.

When Regan goes rogue to protect a very special little boy, Marcus is forced to make an impossible choice commit an act of treason or watch the woman he secretly loves die.

Hunted by enemies and allies alike, Regan and Marcus run for their lives, fighting to thwart an age-old prophecy and guard a boy whose destiny may very well be to destroy the world or save it.

Warning: Contains violent battle scenes, angels with twisted agendas, nail-biting suspense, intense emotion, burning-hot sexual tension, and a sexy, stubborn hero who would rather face death than admit what s in his heart.

Available for purchase at



Marcus found Regan standing at the top of one of the numerous cliffs that barricaded the Watchers’ complex, staring down at the sea, her features pinched with concentration. The rain had finally stopped, but dampness still hung in the salt-laden air. A thin mist hugged her feminine figure, making moisture bead on her skin. She looked intangible, as elusive as the fog encompassing her. Regan was so strong and capable, he sometimes forgot how delicate she was.

The sight of her standing so close to the edge triggered all his protective instincts, and something else—the forbidden desire to touch. “Penny for your thoughts,” he said, burying his fists in his jacket pockets, where they wouldn't be tempted to stray.

She smiled but didn't turn to look at him. “Is that all they’re worth?”

“You drive a hard bargain. How ’bout a quarter?”

She laced her arms across her chest as the sun slowly set behind red-hued clouds. “What’s going to happen to him, Marcus?”

He didn't have to ask her who she meant. Ever since they’d found Ben cowering in that kitchen, the boy had dominated her thoughts, maybe even her heart. Marcus had never believed it was possible for their kind to love, but recently he’d been forced to revisit that assumption. He’d seen it firsthand with Jace and Lia, and now he was seeing it again with Regan. Maybe one didn't necessarily need to have a soul in order to love. Maybe just the echo of it was enough, similar to a phantom limb that continued to throb long after it was severed.

“Cal hasn't come to any decisions yet,” he told her.

A brisk breeze blew, sending her curls rioting around her face. Again, he was seized by the urge to reach out to her, to smooth back her hair, to run the pad of his thumb across her mouth.

A mouth meant to be kissed.

He gave himself a mental kick, focused his attention on the churning waves below. He had no business kissing Regan. No business even thinking about it. When he’d taken the blood vow, he’d made a conscious choice to swear off sex, same as all those who bore the Watchers’ mark.

Only Jace and Lia seemed exempt from this oath, and Marcus couldn't for the life of him figure out why. He’d seen Cal punish his followers for far less a crime. If there was one thing his leader demanded, it was absolute loyalty.

Regan picked up a pebble, then flung it over the cliff into the restless ocean. “Do you believe in destiny?”

The question took him off guard. “I’m not sure. I know Cal swears by it.”

“I didn't ask about Cal. I asked about you.” She ran her fingers through her hair, exactly as he’d imagined himself doing. “Cal’s always preaching about fate, and for the most part, I believe him. But deep down, there’s this inkling of doubt, and it gets me thinking sometimes. If everything really is preordained, what happens to free will? Does it even exist or are we just being strung along?”

“When did you go all philosophical on me?”

She inhaled deeply, drawing his attention to the gentle swell of her breasts. Ignoring the kick beneath his ribs, he looked past her, fixing his gaze on the rocky shore again.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve been having this feeling lately, like there’s something I’m supposed to do, but I’m not sure what that is. I only know it involves Ben. He’s important somehow.”

He’d been having the same feeling, but he refrained from telling her. The last thing he wanted was for her to grow even more obsessed with the boy. In their world, obsession and impulsiveness often spelled disaster.

“Regan, you need to trust Cal to do the right thing. You know the drill—no Watcher can deviate from the plan. If you do anything, anything that compromises the mission, you will be labeled a Rogue. And you know better than anyone how the Watchers deal with Rogues.”

They hunted them down and exterminated them. The idea of that happening to Regan tore a painful strip out of him. He’d spent too many years training her, working alongside her, fighting to keep her alive, to lose her now. Had she been capable of reading his thoughts, she would've argued that she was the one always bailing him out of trouble, and she would've been right. She’d saved him more times than he could count. They were a team, more in tune than most, able to regenerate each other with nothing more than a touch, thanks to the Watchers’ bond.

The truth was, he couldn't picture his life without her.

Losing the battle, he clasped her arms and turned her to face him. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

She tensed at his touch, inclined her head to look at him. “Define stupid.”
Those sweet-looking lips hovered inches below his, too damn appealing to ignore. Right there and then, standing at the edge of a deadly overhang ensnared by Regan’s smoky gaze, Marcus understood the precise meaning of stupidity.

He was tempted to demonstrate, but he didn't. Releasing her, he secured a safe distance between them. “Just think before you act. That’s all I ask.”

She visibly deflated, and he could’ve sworn disappointment momentarily flittered across her face. Above them, the sun’s dying rays struggled to pulse against a sky determined to suffocate them. Regan grabbed another pebble and sent it whizzing through the air with a note of finality. “Thinking is overrated.”

A bitter laugh rumbled in his throat. If he wasn't so damned disciplined, he would've agreed.

About The Author

Anne Hope is the author of emotionally intense romances with a twist—a twist of humor, a twist of suspense, a twist of magic. All her stories, however, have a common thread. Whether they make you laugh or cry or push you to the edge of your seat, they all feature the redeeming power of love and the heart's incredible ability to heal.

Anne's passion for writing began at the age of eight. After penning countless stories about enchanted houses, alien girls with supernatural powers, and children constantly getting lost in the woods, she decided to try her hand at romance. 

She lives in Montreal, Canada, with her husband, her two inexhaustible kids, a lazy cat and a rambunctious Australian Kelpie.

You can find Anne here


Promotional post. All materials provided by

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...