Monday, August 31, 2015

ARC Review: Rattlesnake by Kim Fielding


Blurb:
A drifter since his teens, Jimmy Dorsett has no home and no hope. What he does have is a duffel bag, a lot of stories, and a junker car. Then one cold desert night he picks up a hitchhiker and ends up with something more: a letter from a dying man to the son he hasn’t seen in years.

On a quest to deliver the letter, Jimmy travels to Rattlesnake, a small town nestled in the foothills of the California Sierras. The centerpiece of the town is the Rattlesnake Inn, where the bartender is handsome former cowboy Shane Little. Sparks fly, and when Jimmy’s car gives up the ghost, Shane gets him a job as handyman at the inn.

Both within the community of Rattlesnake and in Shane’s arms, Jimmy finds an unaccustomed peace. But it can’t be a lasting thing. The open road continues to call, and surely Shane—a strong, proud man with a painful past and a difficult present—deserves better than a lying vagabond who can’t stay put for long.


Dani's rating:





"You got stuff in your life needs fixin', you gotta fix it now, while you can."

Rattlesnake is a former gold mining town, a peaceful place with ranches, two Chinese restaurants, heavenly french toast with blueberry topping served at Mae's Café, a cemetery where the infamous Rattlesnake Murray is buried, and a bar called the Snake.

The Snake is where Shane works. Shane is scarred and walks with a limp, but he's not broken, far from it. Shane's brain may be a little scrambled, but he knows a good man when he sees one, and he trusts Jimmy from the first moment Jimmy walks into his bar.

Shane looked at Jimmy shrewdly. "You can't outrun your pain, Jimmy, 'cause it's a part of you. You just have to make your peace with it."

Jimmy arrives at Rattlesnake with a less than a hundred bucks to his name and a letter to deliver. Jimmy's a true drifter, never staying in one place for more than a few months.

Jimmy comes to Rattlesnake because of a dead man; he stays for one who's very much alive, a man with the bluest eyes and a collection of identical Pendleton shirts.

Every day Jimmy plans to leave; leaving is his security blanket. If things get bad, you just walk away. But there are chores to be done, library books to read, and breakfasts to share.

And there's Shane. There's always Shane.

Love was the very worst hope of all, and [Jimmy] knew he was setting himself up for a long, hard fall. But he could't stop himself, not anymore.

Blogtour: Fall And Rising by Sunny Moraine



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Fall And Rising








Blurb:

Adam Yuga is on the run. Three months ago, a miracle saved him from the deadly genetic illness that threatens the entire population of his former home, the Protectorate. Now he and his lover Lochlan are searching for a way to heal his people. When they receive a mysterious coded message promising hope, they make a desperate grab for it, and are imprisoned—by the very race they want to save.

On Lochlan’s distant homeship, a young pilot named Nkiruka faces an agonizing choice: stay with her lover Satya and live a life of happy obscurity, or become the spiritual leader—and the last and only hope—for the Bideshi. Nkiruka doesn’t want to lose Satya, but worse, she fears she lacks the strength to carry anyone through the coming storm, let alone her entire people.

Threads of chance and destiny draw the three together. With the fates of civilizations in their hands, they prepare for a final conflict that might be their only chance for survival—or that might destroy them all.


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Welcome to the Fall and Rising blog tour!


Fall and Rising is a story I've been trying to make happen for some time. On finishing its predecessor Line and Orbit, I knew Adam and Lochlan's story couldn't be over. I knew, in fact, that it was just beginning. In Fall and Rising I wanted to continue to explore their journey, as well as the ways in which their tumultuous meeting and the battle that followed have affected the people they love. In short, this was a world I wanted to return to. I'm very pleased that I was able to do so, and I'm very excited to share the result with you.

On this tour I'll be talking about the process of writing the book and what it taught me about writing in general, the trials and tribulations of passing through the world of the story, some of the tools I used to put me into a place where I could tell that story, and some of why I wanted to write it at all. I'll also be giving away a signed copy of the print edition of the book, along with a set of two hand-made (by me) agate, copper, and glass beaded bracelets inspired by the world of Fall and Rising. Additionally, you'll have a chance to win one of two e-copies!


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It can be very hard to know when it's time to tell a story. It can be even harder to know when it's time to tell a story again, or retell it because something about it just wasn't working the first time around.


Fall and Rising didn't have the easiest path to publication (and I'm very, very grateful to Riptide for giving it a chance). Its precursor, Line and Orbit, was purposefully left open for a sequel, though I and my then-coauthor weren't completely certain there would be one. But we eventually decided to try to write one. We ran into trouble when she needed to spend more time with her dissertation (she's since graduated with her PhD, which is so awesome), so I ended up taking the project on alone. The initial draft of the book took a few months to write and I was reasonably happy with it, but once it was finished it struggled to find a home. It wasn't quite right for the publisher of Line and Orbit, so I had to take it back and stare at it and poke it for a while, and consider what my next move should be.


And the decision I came to - and it was not in any way an easy one - was that it didn't work.


I couldn't tell you exactly why it didn't work. Just that something about it wasn't quite right. It was in many ways a drastically different book from what it's since become, focusing on different characters (Adam and Lochlan were confined to the background) and operating on a much, much smaller scale. It told the story of an uprising on one of the Protectorate's colonized worlds, and the struggle to address the illness eating its way through half of humanity while also trying to overthrow an oppressive regime. It was an interesting story, and there was a lot about it that I liked, but I looked at it, turned it over and examined it from several angles and concluded that it couldn't be the sequel. I wasn't comfortable with it.


So I scrapped it.


That was hard. It's very hard to take something you worked on for months, that you put a huge amount of yourself into, and declare it almost completely unviable. That book will never be published; it's trunked on my hard drive and I haven't looked at it in over a year. But it had to be done, because I love this universe and I love these characters, and I wanted to tell a story I was proud of, that did them justice, and also frankly a story I thought I could sell.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Audiobook Blogtour: Strange Bedfellows by Cardeno C.

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WLK synopsis


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Can the billionaire son of a Democratic president build a family with the congressman son of a Republican senator? Forget politics, love makes strange bedfellows.
As the sole offspring of the Democratic United States president and his political operative wife, Trevor Moga was raised in an environment driven by the election cycle. During childhood, he fantasized about living in a made-for-television family, and as an adult, he rejected all things politics and built a highly successful career as far from his parents as possible.
Newly elected congressman Ford Hollingsworth is Republican royalty. The grandson of a revered governor and son of a respected senator, he was bred to value faith, family, and the goal of seeing a Hollingsworth in the White House.
When Trevor and Ford meet, sparks fly and a strong friendship is formed. But can the billionaire son of a Democratic president build a family with the congressman son of a Republican senator? Forget politics, love makes strange bedfellows.
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Spotlight: Green Eyes by Michael Ampersant

Today we shine the spotlight on Michael Ampersant and 

Green Eyes



Blurb:

Alpha males, delicate souls, and a killer-psychopath hit it off in an impossible scramble for the last happy ending.

Yes, the GREEN EYES take you on a roller-coaster ride of gay romance (“When bipolar John meets mesmerizing Alex in the cruising area of Georgia Beach, little does he know about Alex’s haunted past…”). And, yes, the book is about lithe, tapered bodies, perfect abs, and outsized male organs. It’s about love. And hurt. And murder. And redemption. Glands fire. People talk during intercourse. There’s a hilarious supporting cast. Expectations are met.

Yet we do more. We have Nobel laureates. We have an even-handed discussion of the orthographic skills of the Tea Party (“No pubic option”). We have educational content about the mysteries of vasocongestion. We have neologisms (“Ikea moment,” “Armani minimum”). You learn about the 302 neurons that constitute the brain of a microscopic worm---and how this all relates to the IQ of John’s hated, child-abusing father. You participate in an in-flagrante masterclass. You get a hitchhiker’s guide to gay sex. You learn about the unheard-of provisions still on the Georgia books prohibiting all but intra-marriage intercourse (Title 16, Ch. 6). You hear about Torre’s observation (“The other line is moving faster”). You’ll be amazed by our avant-garde art and music, or by the voracious appetites of two desperate housewives (“Consenting adults, unite”). We have secret drugs, Agatha Christie, Sherlock Holmes, Albert Camus, Mark Twain, and countable near-death experiences. Pizzas are undercooked. Our bears (hairy middle-aged homosexuals) are ticklish. And there’s a table of contents.



Excerpt:

From Chapter 18 
Agatha Christie



O
ne two three, infinity (I’ll explain later). My ass.

Alex has already left his perch as a grand horizontal when I wake up. Better even, or worse, the sheer fact that I could fall asleep testified to his untimely departure, since nobody, not even straight people, would be able to do so with the Green Eyes on top of them. And I did sleep, because I have my usual morning glory, and I am alone, as outlined already, no external stimuli present, only my sleep, and sweet dreams perhaps that I don’t remember. I’m too old for spontaneous erections, it’s either sexual or it’s sleep (not quite true, I remember now, I had one just yesterday, but still).

Sometimes I have trouble falling asleep, and sometimes I don’t know whether I did actually fall asleep before waking up in the middle of the night, but then I feel my boner, and know I slept, realizing that my sleeping is better than feared, and thus comforted fall asleep again (only to wake up at a later time with another boner (I think I should stop now)).

Alex is gone, at least he is not the cause of my erection, and my bed is otherwise empty. Where is Alex? Perhaps he’s brewing coffee in the kitchen. I get up, and my pendulous organ—I had learned the term “pendulous organ” from Alex only hours earlier—my organ was still not very pendulous on the way to the kitchen, the place where Alex was not brewing coffee.

My world falls apart, and only the second or third time in 24 hours. Through the haze of my upcoming tears I look around. There’s a sheet of paper on the kitchen table, a location where experienced tricks in my days—in the days I still brought tricks home—used to leave their goodbye messages when they had been brought up well-enough to signal goodbye before leaving—after getting up as quietly as possible, hoping to undisturb my sleep, getting dressed quietly, not using the bathroom in order to avoid noises, finding some reusable sheet of paper, and a pen, and then writing in very readable hands, usually, like, like drawing a Valentine heart, signed “M,” or perhaps even signed “Michael,” or, in extreme cases, writing a grammatically well-formed sentence along the lines of “Sorry that I have to leave early, Michael.” Sometimes even the word love was used, carelessly, perhaps, but carefully written, since most tricks live near the literacy threshold, rarely write anything, whence their writing hand is unblemished by later excesses.

Where was I? Yes, In the place where experienced, well-brought-up tricks would leave their messages (Mother: “Michael, there is another thing that you should never forget, your exit should always be graceful, and should it happen that genetic destiny strikes and you end up as a loose homosexual, so loose that his nights are spent as one night stands in the company of other loose men, even then your exit should always be proper and good-byed”), in said place I find a re-used sheet of paper with the not-so-readable words “Dear John, I had to go, I love you, Alex,” and a little Valentine heart drawn under the text (he could have encircled the text with the Valentine heart, it would have been prettier, but he didn’t).

No home number, address, email, homepage link, twitter, tweet, something. Alex is gone.

Now, the situation isn’t completely hopeless, at least in the technical sense that I know where he works, so I could try to retrieve him by calling the hospital and ask for Alex, the alpha-god paramedic, (“Alexander, you know, I don’t know his last name, the paramedic with the green eyes”) and it’s anyone’s guess what the result would be. Perhaps he is a medical secret, (“We cannot divulge the names or other coordinates of our staff, by law”), or not a medical secret (“You’re not the first person asking for Alex in this way, you know”). Or I could, in anticipation of such answers avoid any contact by telephone and position myself around dawn near the staff entrance of the hospital, waiting for Alex like fans wait at the bühnenausgang of Wagner’s opera burgh in Bayreuth for a famous singer, and ask for an autograph when the alpha-god finally appears.

There are other possibilities as well, think hospital email etc. Let’s do some hand-waving here (an expression I have yet to learn from Alex), you get the gist. Email, stop. Internet, Google. You know, I can’t think in panic, so I type “Alex” in Google’s main search window of my computer, today enhanced for unclear reasons by a Sherlock Holmes motif. Only more than one billion answers. Without thinking I click on the first link, which connects me to ALEX, the Alabama Learning Exchange. Good, I think, that’s in the South. But not in Georgia, I realize, then my thinking stops again since the terrible truth strikes again, that I have lost the Green Eyes to a hopeless, lonesome future in confirmed bachelor county, GA, USA. 

I would normally make coffee once detumescence (what a useful word) has commenced, but don’t feel like it. Instead, I get my thoughts together and start a systematic search for “Alex,” the “paramedic” of the “Memorial Baptist Hospital” in "Georgia Beach, GA",” in “Glynn county,” “GA,” “US,” which yields nothing. A hospital is not a university, they won’t list all their staff in unreadable, smallish fonts, even people who died 20 years ago of disappearance, like Alex had died of disappearance, this morning, between eight and ten o’clock.

I read the message again. “Dear John, I had to go, I love you, Alex.” Nothing, nothing in this message would speak of the future. There are no undertones, no overtones, the message is as neutral as his green eyes were (used to be) when his own studied ambivalence was undecided about a course of action. In the meager space of a few hours I had seen this neutrality more than a few times already, if his eyes talked, something was at hand, and there was nothing of the surreptitious eye language that tends to accompany the meaning-challenged behavior of people who have nothing to say, eyes too open, eyes too small, eyes winking, squinting, and so on.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Spotlight: Don't Kiss The Vicar by Charlie Cochrane

Today we shine the spotlight on Charlie Cochrane and 

Don't Kiss The Vicar





Blurb:

Vicar Dan Miller is firmly in the closet in his new parish. Could the inhabitants of a sedate Hampshire village ever accept a gay priest? Trickier than that, how can he hide his attraction for one of his flock, Steve Dexter?

Encouraged by his ex-partner to seize the day, Dan determines to tell Steve how he feels, only to discover that Steve’s been getting poison pen letters and suspicion falls on his fellow parishioners. When compassion leads to passion, they have to conceal their budding relationship, but the arrival of more letters sends Dan scuttling back into the closet.

Can they run the letter writer to ground? More importantly, can they patch up their romance and will Steve ever get to kiss the vicar again?




Excerpt:



“Vicar!” The shout, the almost friendly wave meant the decision to veer off was taken too late.

“Steve!” A cordial wave back as the distance between them narrowed. “Didn’t think you frequented this place.”

“Is that why you come here, then? To get away from the parishioners you like least?”

Dan tried to find an answer, but somehow the connection between his brain and mouth had become severed. Helpless, he could feel the flush rushing up his neck, and could see—without looking at the bloke—that Steve was less than amused. What the hell else was he going to think other than that he’d hit the nail on the head, and Dan was too dumb to cover the fact up?

“Rex!” A high pitched, agitated female voice broke the awkward moment, as did a huge Great Dane, about the size of a rhinoceros, which came haring out of the woods, onto the path and straight into Steve’s leg.

“Shit!” Steve staggered, arms flailing in a futile effort to keep himself upright. Dan’s attempt to reach out and catch him before he hit the stony path was equally ineffective, but at least he could keep the nasty, snarling brute at bay with the aid of the stick he habitually took when he walked. Jimmy had said it gave him gravitas, now it provided the ideal weapon.

“You should keep that thing under control,” he said, as the woman came up and made a lunge for the Great Dane. “What if it had gone for a child?”

“He’s just nervous,” she said, flustered. “Here, Rex. Here, boy.” The dog stood off. “He’s a rescue dog. Doesn’t like men.”

“Then take him somewhere he won’t have to see them. Are you all right?” Dan tried to focus his anger into something useful, rummaging in his pocket for a clean hankie. “You need something on that hand.”

“I’m fine,” Steve said, trying to hide the bleeding while keeping a nervous eye on the dog. “Can somebody not take that bloody thing away?”

“There’s no need for that sort of language,” the woman said, at last managing to get a lead onto the dog’s collar.

“I think there’s every need for it. And worse,” Dan said. “You’d better take him off if you don’t want the air turning blue.”

“Well, really! Come on, boy.” She hauled the dog away at last.

“Right. Show me that hand.”

“I’m fine.” Steve got to his feet, brushing the dirt off his trousers and managing to get blood on them.

“That hand’s a mess.” Dan grabbed it, none too gently, which made Steve wince, but it served him right for faffing. “This cut’s full of crap. You need to have it cleaned out and a steri-strip put on. Might even need a stitch or two.”

“I’ve had worse,” Steve said, trying to free his paw.

Yes, you have. There’s that intriguing scar on the back of your hand and the one above your left eyebrow. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. Don’t think I don’t imagine tasting them.

Blogtour: Fret by Sandrine Gasq-Dion








Title: Fret

Author: Sandrine Gasq Dion

Cover Artist: Kellie Dennis

Length: 48,000 words

Release Date: September 01, 2015

Blurb: Former Navy SEAL Axel Blaze lives a solitary life. He doesn't do emotions, and he doesn't do babysitting. Used to being on his own, his job consists of Wetwork (a charming term coined by the KGB) for his former Master Chief, Mac. When an out-of-the-ordinary job lands on his doorstep, Axel heads down a path that includes a famous heavy metal rock band and one quiet, vulnerable, guitar-shredding virtuoso named Gareth Wolf.

Gareth Wolf's life changed in an instant when a car he was a passenger in crashed, hurting his brother's best friend and the band's lead guitarist. They created the band, Skull Blasters, as kids. Gareth had always been happy in the background, playing roadie. With the lead guitarist's injury, Gareth is suddenly thrust into the limelight and into a frenzied life he never imagined for himself. Finally fed up with living a lie, Gareth comes out as gay in a newspaper interview and finds himself in the bulls-eye of a crazed stalker. Somebody wants Gareth hurt - or worse - and Mac has been hired to be sure that doesn't happen. Babysitting duty is NOT Axel's strong suit, but Mac won't be budged.

Enter Axel Blaze. Against his better judgment, the big man takes the job to protect the shy musician. The more time he spends with Gareth Wolf, the more he admires the man. Where's a simple assassination when you need one? The situation becomes more volatile for each man as the attempts on Gareth escalate just as Axel finds himself falling for the quiet lead guitarist.

Strong, funny, smart-ass -- and kinda sweet Axel is everything Gareth has ever wanted in a man. Too bad he's off limits. As the stalker grows bolder, Gareth and Axel move closer emotionally - but is it too late? All Axel knows is that they don't stand a chance if he can't find the maniac trying to kill the man he's come to care about. A  lot.

Everyone knows that relationships that begin in pressured or volatile situations eventually fizzle out.

Or do they?







“When was the last threat against him?”

“Paul didn’t tell you?” Jinx raised a brow.

“I want to hear it from you guys.”

“Last week. The threatening letter said Gareth was going to burn.”

Friday, August 28, 2015

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Book Review: Spectacularly Broken by Sage C. Holloway


Blurb:
Turns out naked and hungover on the floor is not the most strategically sound place to be when your dad comes home early. Take it from someone who learned the hard way: nineteen-year-old Lysander Shepherd – son of movie stars, spoiled brat, enthusiastic proponent of drugs and orgies... and now, unwilling resident of Oak Hill Manor, a retreat for troubled teenagers.

Before he knows what's happening, his designer duds have been switched for tie-dye shirts in therapy team colors, and he is surrounded by an assortment of misfits: a timid nerd, a mute girl, a hyperactive kid... and captivating loner Cai Fields, who is admittedly pretty hot, but seems to hate the world in general and Lysander in particular.

Soon Lysander struggles with lies, withdrawal, and several uncomfortable revelations that he never intended to make, but he also gains surprising amounts of support right in the middle of secret late-night parties, fisticuffs over doing the dishes, and, of all things, croissant blackmail. Even as Cai and Lysander finally give in to the irresistible attraction between them and make a grasp for happiness, their darkest secrets remain – secrets with the power to destroy everything they've fought so hard to have.


Dani's rating:




Spectacularly Broken is Spectacularly Beautiful.

I'm not the first to compare this book to John Hughes' The Breakfast Club, the quintessential movie of Generation X, with which I identify.

In the movie, a group of misfits (the princess, the athlete, the brain, the stoner, the outcast) band together during a weekend detention.

In this book, a group of damaged, fragile teens paint, make T-shirts, throw chairs out of windows (well, one of them does), wash dishes (except Lys, who thinks dishwater is the devil's spawn), fuck in a pantry (technically blowjobs; the fucking comes later, on a roof), sneak contraband beer and candy, and come ALIVE.

Lysander, named after his mother's favorite play (you figure out which one), drowns himself in drugs and sex. Sent to an inpatient facility by his absent movie star father, Lysander, flirtatious, unabashedly gay, and so fond of those tight-fitting jeans that show off his lithe body, wants to be anyone but himself.

The idea of switching identities is not a new one, but I found it particularly fascinating here, considering that Cai, the other MC, lost his other half, and has almost no identity left, stolen or otherwise.

I usually prefer dual, third-person POV, but Lysander is a wonderful, honest narrator. He's not worthless, as much as he thinks he is. He's kind, thoughtful, introspective (when he allows himself to be), capable of feeling pain ... and LOVE.

And brooding Cai, with his tough-guy persona, gauges, piercings, and utter hollowness, just needs someone to cuddle, someone who'll hold him tight and never let go.

This is a N/A tale of hurt and comfort, a tale of teens on the brink of adulthood coming together for support and friendship.

Because everyone needs a reason to live.


ARC Review: Buttermilk Ranch by Patricia Logan


Blurb:
Wendell Blackowl has spent all his life in the working cow horse show ring where toiling with sweaty cowboys all day is the fodder for wet dreams. Though privately he’s come to terms with his sexuality, publicly Dell’s had to build a façade. When his beloved horse Buttermilk dies, Dell finds himself at loose ends so he decides to pick himself up by his boot straps and do what he’s always wanted to do… open an environmentally friendly organic vegetarian café.

Pace Avila, well known music critic, has been drawn to Austin by the live music scene. When friends invite him to check out a fresh new dinner experience, Pace reluctantly agrees to push the deadline on his national column. He isn’t interested in vegetarian food or a restaurant with the cheesy name of Buttermilk Ranch Café, but the moment Pace lays eyes on the stunning cowboy chef, things begin looking up.

When openly gay Pace walks into his cafe and his life, Dell realizes he’s tired of living a lie and tired of being alone. When Mother Nature throws an unprecedented storm at Austin, the muddy waters threaten to wipe out everything Dell’s worked so hard to build. He soon realizes that with a man like Pace by his side, love really can conquer all.


Dani's rating:




“Don’t fuck with a cowboy if ya don’t want to end up on your ass, Pace. Hot damn, ya know I did.”

Hot damn indeed.

This was my first book by this author, and I have mixed feelings.

Logan’s portrayal of Southern culture and speech is just on this side of hokey, and the book has noticeable comma splices, fragments, and typos.

Dell Blackwell made his livin' in the working cow horse show ring. Now he runs his own vegetarian/vegan café.

Dell is in the closet. No, scratch that.

Dell is a closeted, hot-as-sin Native American cowboy who also happens to be a 30-year-old virgin. He’s made out with a couple women, but has never so much as kissed a man.

When Dell meets Pace, he falls instantly in love and lust. And by “instantly” I mean “on the second date.”

Pace, the blonde, slight, femme counterpart to Pace’s swarthy, masculine six foot two, is a music critic and makes enough money writing one music column to rent a huge loft apartment and buy fancy designer clothes.

Don’t question it.

I couldn’t help but think of picante sauce every single time Dell said Pace’s name. This proved distracting, because the men address each other by their first names, as well as honey and darlin', a great deal.

Dell practically leaps out of the closet as soon as he meets Pace. He holds Pace’s hand in public, goes to a nearby gay club, and joins a same-sex marriage rally where he makes out with Pace in front of TV cameras.




Dell has a come-to-Jesus moment about being gay:

It was tangy and so fucking delicious, he almost couldn’t get enough. I am such a gay man. I was meant to suck and swallow. DAMN!

I never want this to end! No wonder I’m gay! I fuckin’ LOVE cock and come!

Dell is happy to be gay!!!!!!!

"Well, boy howdy!” Dell whooped as he let Pace go.

Book Review: My Brother's Lover (Twin Ties #1) by Lynn Kelling

My Brother's Lover (Twin Ties #1)
Blurb:
Growing up gay in a small town with no mother, Evan Savage learned the hard way to cherish his secrets above all else. Now he's 18, not even his father can hurt him anymore. When his long-lost twin brother Brennan shows up out of nowhere looking for a new home, Evan's world, and his very identity, comes crashing down around him all over again. Brennan treats nothing as sacred in his search for a family connection after their mother's death.

Frustrated and reckless, anonymous sexual encounters are just the first step on a journey of self-discovery for both Evan and Brennan. The sweetness of first love with twin brothers Alek and Luka leads them find in each other things they never knew they had lost...

...and lures them all into danger.



Todd's rating:




This story is about of two sets of identical twins, each finding love with an opposite-pair twin, along with the (sometimes-sexual) relationship with their own twin.

For me, that's an equation for all kinds of hotness right there, but...

I never really thought I'd be saying this, but my feelings toward the story are a bit ambivalent.

The story of Evan and Alek, then Brennan and Luka meeting and becoming committed felt a bit insta-love'ish to me, but not in/ an overly-believable way.

I would've preferred a bit more slow burn and pursuit versus the "wham, bam, coupla fucks and we're boyfriends" approach that the book used, especially since everyone but Brennan came across as a bit commitment phobic.

As the story begins, Evan, our blond, 18 y.o. 'main' MC, has discovered that he has an identical twin, that their mother has recently passed away from cancer and that said long-lost twin, Brennan, will be coming to live with him. Evan was not excited at the prospect.

Next we meet tall, dark and Russian 25 y.o. Alek and Luka, who did date other people, but were comfortable having sex as part of their close relationship.

Through a one-off bathroom tryst in a bar dive, Evan and Alek meet, then Brennan meets Luka at the gym where Luka is a personal trainer.

However, unbeknownst to any of the 4 brothers, their twin was dating their lover's brother. Confused yet? Try keeping the names straight. Oy! That was a huge challenge at first.

Alek and Luka confide in Evan and Brennan that they share some good ole' fashioned 'brotherly love,' on occasion, which planted a seed in Evan and Brennan's minds.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Author Of The Month - Kate Aaron - Grand Finale


Welcome to our Grand Finale celebrations for the amazingly talented





Today we'll spend some time with Brian & Lexi from ACE and MATCH, plus our Q&A with Kate, and one more chance to win!


The first book is ACE



Blurb:

At twenty-two years old, World No.6 and England's No.1, Brian Scagill has the tennis world at his feet. Last year's semifinalist, this year Brian enters England's biggest tournament determined to win. A Grand Slam on home turf is calling to him and he's not going to let anything stand in the way of victory - certainly not a cute Croatian who doesn't even play in the same league.

Fooling around with Lexi might be an easy distraction but the last thing Brian needs right now is to be distracted, and there's more than this tournament at stake.



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Second in this series, MATCH


Blurb:

Whatever happened to Brian Scagill?

A year after his dramatic exit from England’s Grand Slam tournament, Brian has all but disappeared from the world of professional tennis, and doesn’t intend to return. He’s made a life for himself with fellow athlete Lexi Horvat, far removed from the dual pressures of fame and family.

A surprise wildcard might be his last chance to play on an international stage, and Brian’s life is thrown into tumult once again. This time, however, he’s not alone. Lexi has secured himself a place in the tournament, as has Jared, a young player the two men have been coaching. With his loved ones accompanying him, Brian agrees to play. Lexi promises they’ll take on the tournament together, as a team, but Brian knows better than anyone that on the grass, it’s every man for himself.



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Our Q&A with Kate:


Wednesday, August 26, 2015

ARC Review: Lonely Hearts by Heidi Cullinan

Lonely Hearts (Love Lessons, #3)From the blurb:

With the quiet help of his wealthy family, Sebastian “Baz” Acker has successfully kept his painful past at bay. But as the end of college draws near, his friends—his buffer zone—are preparing to move on, while his own life is at a crippling standstill.With loneliness bearing down on him, Baz hooks up—then opens up—with Elijah Prince, the guy Baz took a bullet for last year. The aftershocks of their one-night stand leave giant cracks in Baz’s carefully constructed armor. For the first time, the prospect isn’t terrifying.

Accustomed to escaping his demons by withdrawing into his imagination, Elijah isn’t used to having a happy herd of friends. He’s even less comfortable as the object of a notorious playboy’s affections. Yet all signs seem to indicate this time happiness might be within his grasp. When Baz’s mother runs for a highly sought-after public office, the media hounds drag Baz’s and Elijah’s pasts into the light. In the blinding glare, Baz and Elijah face the ultimate test: discovering if they’re stronger together…or apart.

Heather's rating:




This series of Heidi's is a tricky one for me. I really want to love each book, but I always have some stumbling blocks that make me pull back on my ratings.

I was pretty much dying for this book before it came out. I mean, BAZ AND ELIJAH!! So much angst, so much sexual tension, so much POTENTIAL! My rich, dreamy, cool guy gets it on with my angst-ball kinky sex snark-monster... le sigh. But while parts of this book were pretty awesome, I also didn't enjoy other parts of it.

I'll start with some good stuff. Baz and Elijah don't skimp on the personality or the emotions. I mean, the FEELZ in this one... just off the charts. I really got a sense of Elijah's feeling of loneliness (hence the title, duh), guilt, and anguish from all that he's been through. I liked the fact that he was skittish and afraid, especially around Baz. Baz was also great as the reformed player struggling to find his place and path, and also trying to come back from some pretty serious physical and psychological injuries. Really interesting, well thought-out stuff here.

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