Saturday, April 29, 2017

Audiobook Review: Everyday History by Alice Archer

From The Blurb:
9 hrs 53 mins 
Headstrong Ruben Harper has yet to meet an obstacle he can’t convert to a speed bump. He’s used to getting what he wants from girls, but when he develops a fascination for a man, his wooing skills require an upgrade. After months of persuasion, he scores a dinner date with Henry Normand that morphs into an intense weekend. The unexpected depth of their connection scares Ruben into fleeing. 
Shy, cautious Henry, Ruben’s former high school history teacher, suspects he needs a wake-up call, and Ruben appears to be his siren. But when Ruben bolts, Henry is left struggling to find closure. Inspired by his conversations with Ruben, Henry begins to write articles about the memories stored in everyday objects. The articles seduce Ruben with details from their weekend together and trigger feelings too strong to avoid. As Henry’s snowballing fame takes him out of town and further out of touch, Ruben stretches to close the gaps that separate them.



Karen's rating:




Compelling...

That's my one word for this story. Ok, now let me explain where I'm coming from with this. Many years ago I had a very dear friend, whom I loved like a sister. We played this game where we'd point something or someone out to each other and then we'd each have to describe or explain whatever had been selected with one word. My friend has since passed away but this game, this test of the mind if you will is part of my 'Everyday History' with her so it seemed really fitting to me that I start my review with a bit of my own everyday history by finding that one word that explained this story for me.

I could have gone with fantastic, amazing, riveting, lovely...there were so many words that came to mind for me. But I finally settled on 'compelling' and if you chose to continue reading I'm going to try and explain why...hopefully without spoilers or boring you to tears.

I actually bought this in e-book format when it was first released last year but as sometimes happens I squirreled off to other things and while I kept intending to go back and read it...well, it just never quite seemed to happen. So I made grabby hands when asked if I wanted to review the audio book. Hell yeah, here we go another on off of Mt. TBR. I was all over this and then I started listening to the story and I couldn't stop. It was all I wanted to do...just sit and listen to Daan Stone tell me this beautiful, amazing story about 'Everyday History', about Ruben and Henry, about finding love at the wrong time in your life and realizing to late what you'd walked away from and could never forget, about fighting to get it back and make yourself complete. But more than this as I listened to this amazing story told by what I believe for this book was the  perfect narrator, I found myself looking around my room, my little haven where I often spend days surrounded by my own collection of 'Everyday History' with a whole new appreciation for the little things in my life and the meaning that they have for me.

ARC Review: Laurent and the Beast (Kings of Hell MC, #1) by K.A. Merikan


Blurb:
--- Nothing can stop true love. Not time. Not even the devil himself. ---

1805. Laurent. Indentured servant. Desperate to escape a life that is falling apart.
2017. Beast. Kings of Hell Motorcycle Club vice president. His fists do the talking.

Beast has been disfigured in a fire, but he’s covered his skin with tattoos to make sure no one mistakes his scars for weakness. The accident not only hurt his body, but damaged his soul and self-esteem, so he’s wrapped himself in a tight cocoon of violence and mayhem where no one can reach him.

Until one night, when he finds a young man covered in blood in their clubhouse. Sweet, innocent, and as beautiful as an angel fallen from heaven, Laurent pulls on all of Beast’s heartstrings. Laurent is so lost in the world around him, and is such a tangled mystery, that Beast can’t help but let the man claw his way into the stone that is Beast’s heart.

In 1805, Laurent has no family, no means, and his eyesight is failing. To escape a life of poverty, he uses his beauty, but that only backfires and leads him to a catastrophe that changes his life forever. He takes one step into the abyss and is transported to the future, ready to fight for a life worth living.

What he doesn’t expect in his way is a brutal, gruff wall of tattooed muscle with a tender side that only Laurent is allowed to touch. And yet, if Laurent ever wants to earn his freedom, he might have to tear out the heart of the very man who took care of him when it mattered most.


POSSIBLE SPOILERS:
Themes:
time travel, servitude, serial killer, cruelty, motorcycle club, alternative lifestyles, disability, demons, tattoos, impossible choices, deception, crime, self-discovery, healing, virginity, black magic, gothic

Genre: Dark, paranormal romance Erotic content: Scorching hot, emotional, explicit scenes

Length: ~135,000 words (Book 1 in the series, can be read as a standalone)

WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence, offensive language, and morally ambiguous characters.




Jewel's rating:



“Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark. For the straightforward pathway has been lost.”


Time travel. Deals with darkness. Murder. Laurent and the Beast combines the innocence of an early 19th century young man with the grit of a 21st century motorcycle club. And what a pleasure and joy it was to read. I've read time-travel stories before, but none so gripping and original as this one. I loved the premise, the execution and the resolution and if it weren't for the fact that I needed to sleep, I would have read this book in a single sitting.

Laurent Mercier and Beast are such different characters. There's not only an age gap, but a huge time gap, as well. Not to mention life experience. And both Laurent and Beast are dealing with their own baggage that effects how they are with each other, but I loved how they brought out the best in each other and learned how to be with each other.

Laurent is 19 and the picture of 19th century innocence. He's young and, unlike most young men his age, he has no sexual experience at all. He wants to find love, but he's never been attracted to women and in the early 19th century, loving another man could end with him hanging. Still, he wants to know what it's like to experience pleasure that only the touch of a man could bring him. Laurent is also the picture of naivety. He's too trusting. After what seemed to be a courtship from a man who frequented the bookshop where Laurent worked, he thought he could finally know. That decision forever altered the course of Laurent's life.

Release Blitz: Laurent And The Beast by K.A. Merikan





Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK


Length: 135,000 words









Blurb

Nothing can stop true love. Not time. Not even the devil himself. 

1805. Laurent. Indentured servant. Desperate to escape a life that is falling apart.

2017. Beast. Kings of Hell Motorcycle Club vice president. His fists do the talking.

Beast has been disfigured in a fire, but he’s covered his skin with tattoos to make sure no one mistakes his scars for weakness. The accident not only hurt his body, but damaged his soul and self-esteem, so he’s wrapped himself in a tight cocoon of violence and mayhem where no one can reach him.

Until one night, when he finds a young man covered in blood in their clubhouse. Sweet, innocent, and as beautiful as an angel fallen from heaven, Laurent pulls on all of Beast’s heartstrings. Laurent is so lost in the world around him, and is such a tangled mystery, that Beast can’t help but let the man claw his way into the stone that is Beast’s heart.

In 1805, Laurent has no family, no means, and his eyesight is failing. To escape a life of poverty, he uses his beauty, but that only backfires and leads him to a catastrophe that changes his life forever. He takes one step into the abyss and is transported to the future, ready to fight for a life worth living.

What he doesn’t expect in his way is a brutal, gruff wall of tattooed muscle with a tender side that only Laurent is allowed to touch. And yet, if Laurent ever wants to earn his freedom, he might have to tear out the heart of the very man who took care of him when it mattered most.





Excerpt 


Hound’s alarmed growling was coming his way, along with whines, when he reached the right door and opened it, only to have the massive Rottweiler’s body rush past him and into the corridor. Beast expected his pet to rush toward the room where the accident happened just minutes ago but Hound looked back at Beast, as if signalling he wanted to be followed, and rushed the other way, stirring the worst of feelings in Beast.

Was there an intruder somewhere in the house? With the sheer size of the former asylum that has served as the Kings of Hell Clubhouse for the last fifteen years, it was easy to overlook things happening in the disused parts of the property. They once had a bunch of teenagers who came over wanting to spy on the orgy. That thankfully didn’t end in blood, and out of the whole mess they got Jake to join their ranks.

Beast wondered whether he shouldn’t go back to the armory and get himself a gun but ultimately decided against it. There would be police and emergency services coming for Davy, and he didn’t want to run around with a firearm, no matter how good their relationship with the local police was.

Hound moved as if he were following a clear trail, but Beast couldn’t smell anything apart from dust and dampness. They were leaving behind the shouting and even the sound of the ambulance approaching, and eventually entered a corridor so disused it had a thick layer of dust on the floor. Now even Beast could see faint footprints in the dust, and next to them, dark droplets that could be blood.

Hound smelled the traces, looked back and broke into a run, which had Beast following him with the worst of expectations as to what he would eventually find. His heart beat faster as they ran down the dark hallway.

Friday, April 28, 2017

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ARC Review: Concourse (Five Boroughs, #5) by Santino Hassell


Blurb:
Ashton Townsend is the most famous celebutante of Manhattan’s glitterati. The black sheep of his wealthy family, he’s known for his club appearances, Instagram account, and sex tape. Most people can’t imagine him wanting for anything, but Ashton yearns for friendship, respect, and the love of his best friend—amateur boxer Valdrin Leka.

Val’s relationship with Ashton is complicated. As the son of Ashton’s beloved nanny, Val has always bounced between resenting Ashton and regarding him as his best friend. And then there’s the sexual attraction between them that Val tries so hard to ignore.

When Ashton flees his glitzy lifestyle, he finds refuge with Val in the Bronx. Between Val’s training for an upcoming fight and dodging paparazzi, they succumb to their need for each other. But before they can figure out what it all means—and what they want to do about it—the world drags them out of their haven, revealing a secret Val has kept for years. Now, Ashton has to decide whether to once again envelop himself in his party-boy persona, or to trust in the only man who’s ever seen the real him.




Jewel's rating:



One thing I can always count on, with Santino Hassell, is that his characters always feel so real. To me, anyway. They're flawed - and amazingly so - and they struggle and they make some awful decisions and though they eventually find their way, the road getting there is fraught with obstacles. And even if I can't directly identify with them, I can understand their motivations and empathize with were they are coming from.

​​Concourse has two, very flawed MC's whose lifestyles​ and backgrounds​ are pretty different than my own. So, on the surface, you'd think I wouldn't be able to identify with them at all​, b​ut somehow, I could. I could identify with Ashton's bad choices and looking for affection in all the wrong places. I could identify with ​his struggles of self-worth​ that carried him from one bad decision to the next.​ I could identify with Val and growing up with what amounted to nothing and feeling like you have to do everything on your own.

The specific lifestyles that they both lead are very foreign to my personal life experience, but that is just window dressing on the same issues that young adults have always dealt with and probably always will. And people my age will invariably forget that though the window dressing was different when we were young, we probably weren't all that different and the generation​ before us​ didn't get us either.

Blogtour: Vodka & Handcuffs by Brandon Witt




Please give a warm welcome to Brandon Witt and 

Vodka & Handcuffs 

Mary's Boys #2 




Blurb:

Vahin Arora, Hamburger Mary’s sexy bartender, plays the flirtatious role so well even his closest friends—his chosen family at Mary’s—don’t realize Vahin hasn’t had a hookup in months. Then Tall, Dark, and Handsome steps through the door, and Vahin’s libido races back to life.

Being a black cop on the Denver police force is no easy job—Marlon Barton can’t imagine adding being gay to the equation. And while Marlon loves his work as an officer, his life has taken a turn for the hellish because of his new partner, the nephew of a senator.

Fleeing his partner’s company one night, Marlon stumbles into Mary’s for the first time… and wakes up with a hangover in the bartender’s bed. The one-night stand heats up into a budding romance, but not without stress as Marlon’s partner’s actions threaten Vahin’s livelihood and Marlon’s future on the force. Can Vahin and Marlon face the challenges and hold on to the love, friendship, and family they’ve found?



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Read Sandra's review here or here.




Each of the four Mary’s Boys novellas is designed to be a standalone.  If you read the entire series, you’ll see most of the characters in each story, but will not be lost or even missing anything if you pick and choose the couples you’re interested in.  

There is one character who is the heart and soul of this series. One that is in all four novellas and one that either pushes the story forward or pushes the couples together.

The Drag Queen, ManDonna.




ManDonna actually came to life in my novel Under a Sky of Ash.  And of all the side-characters I’ve written, she’s the one who seems to have the most to say, or at least the one who is the most demanding.  To the point, that there’s a good chance, someday, that she’ll have her own full-length novel.  And maybe that is her entire reason for constant mental harassment.  She’s been a side-character in one novel and four novellas.  True to form, she wants center stage. Truth be told, I’m afraid if I give in and write a novel all about ManDonna (Daniel in his lesser form), she might quit talking to me in my head, and I’d miss that bitch.

Blogtour: Fishy Riot by Lindsay Black





Please say hello to Lindsay Black and 

Fishy Riot 





Blurb:

Most people think riot squad officer Taylor Jameson is an asshole. Little do they know his apparent indifference stems from having a meddlesome family always butting into his business. And little does Taylor know he’s about to stumble into a situation that’ll make indifference impossible.

When everything goes horribly wrong at a political rally on a harbour ferry, Taylor encounters Sietta Salisbury. The son of a wealthy politician, Sietta is a revered—but presumed dead—musician, and an enigma who is so strange, Taylor is compelled to look into his background. What he discovers draws him into a bizarre mess of prisoners, politics, and attempted murder that makes him realise what he’s been missing.

Falling in love isn’t hard. Trying to convince someone else you’re worth loving despite your crazy family and the people trying to kill you? That’s a whole other can of worms.

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So, Fishy Riot has been out for a few days now. If you’ve read it, thank you for reading and I really hope you had some fun. Obviously, it’s not a serious book. It’s an action comedy romance, and it’s set in Australia. Nothing in that sentence implies seriousness, so… So! If you haven’t read it and you want a good laugh then this might be the book for you! It’s hard to say, since it is in all honestly very, very… unserious. I thought for sure that unserious was not a word. Turns out it is and I’ve learnt my new thing for the day.
At this point it’s hard to know what to talk about, I’ve talked about pretty silly things on this little blog tour, including love, piss, utes and weird stuff, so I thought I would talk about Emma (because that makes sense?).
I decided on this because most people who’ve read Fishy Riot end up talking about Emma. She’s Taylor’s niece, and she’s a bit of a riot (ha!). She’s one of my favourite characters, mostly because you get to see just how crazy family can be through the honesty of a five year old. But also because you realise how we get to be so crazy, watching our parents be crazy and all that.
A lot of people have asked if Emma was inspired by my own childhood. Sadly, if anyone in Fishy Riot reflects me as a child it’s probably Jay, Emma’s big brother and all-round trouble maker. He’s the curious one, always destroying things in his path to see what might happen next. Emma is much more my little sister in that regard, though my real life sister was far more polite than Emma could ever hope to be!
Just to give you a great summary of me in childhood, this pretty much does it:




At some point that morning my mother clearly thought it advisable to dress me nicely in a white dress, do my hair complete with ribbons and no doubt take me somewhere lovely, like church. Unfortunately, that never lasted long and that’s me in said lovely white dress, stomping through the sandpit (who knows where my shoes went), probably having kicked over my brother’s tonka truck (that’s not my brother in the photo, that kid’s just plain scared in the corner and staying clear of me), no doubt storming toward some poor unsuspecting sod with a bellowing battle cry (alternatively, I may have spotted a toad I felt needed destroying). At least I have a band-aid over my latest injury instead of spurting blood from a new one. This image really does sum up my childhood, so as I said, I was much more Jay than Emma. Unfortunately, for my parents.
Childhood in country Australia is great. Everyone in your town knows you (and knows not to invite you to things before proofing their home against your specific level of destructiveness, again I’m so sorry mum). When I hear stories of my partner’s childhood it doesn’t sound as great, mostly because he grew up in Melbourne and Sydney. Parents seem far more fearful in cities, with good reason. There’s traffic and strangers and well….traffic? I have no idea what’s in cities, I avoid them like the plague, obviously. But in country towns there are cows and magpies to look out for and the occasional kangaroo or snake to flee and that’s about it. You can walk to school. You can walk home from piano practise. You can throw a screaming fit in the supermarket because you lost the last scrap of your ruggie and everyone will laugh at you while helping your parents find the stupid thing. (Yes, that really happened. So sorry, Mum!) The point of this is I assume Emma has had a strange mix of mine and my partner’s upbringing. She’s in Sydney, and she’s sheltered as a result, but she’s also surrounded by a massive family of very unique individuals who don’t treat her like glass. That has to rub off on you, and clearly…does.
If you have any ridiculous photos of your childhood, feel free to share. In the meantime, here’s an excerpt, featuring the lovely Emma.





He fell asleep. When he woke, it was not Sietta’s eyes staring at him, nor Sietta’s face. Little flecks of brown, completely out of place in the eyes of any Jameson, which told him exactly who it was. Not that he needed that to tell him, when there was that much fruit on the kid’s breath.
“Emma… back off.”
“Give her a break, ever since she heard Uncle Tay was let out of the hospital, she’s wanted to come and make sure your face was okay.” Brayden’s voice came from somewhere near the kitchen.
“My face is fine, Em,” Taylor grumbled in response, reaching down to haul her into his lap as he sat up and searched the living room. He spotted Brayden by the couch, handing Sietta a steaming mug of what smelled like ginger tea.
“You let him in?”
Sietta froze, eyes flicking from one brother to the other before settling on Taylor. “Was I not supposed to?”
Taylor shook his head, and Brayden laughed, going to collapse on the other couch, looking tired, as usual. “Don’t mind Taylor, he prefers to avoid family as much as possible.”
“But…. Clay lives here,” Sietta pointed out, less confusion in his voice and more amusement as he sipped his tea.
“Uncle Clay and Uncle Tay are the same soul split in two bodies,” Emma settled in Taylor’s lap like a small princess. Somewhat literally, as she was dressed as Elsa, her favourite Disney princess, along with the rest of the world under six.
“I don’t think that’s quite right,” Brayden told his daughter, but she scrunched up her nose at him.
“Nanna said it!” As if that would magically make it saner.
“See, not right, then,” Taylor agreed with Brayden.
“Well, she was right about your face!” Emma reached up to poke the dark purple bruises on the side of his head, making him hiss and bat her hands away. “Why did Uncle Clay let the thing hurt your face?”
“What’s your preoccupation with my face?”

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Author Of The Month - Rhys Ford - Grand Finale



Welcome to our Grand Finale celebrations for the amazingly talented 







For today's post, we'll take a look at Hellsinger and Half Moon Bay, with excerpts from the latter, and we'll have our Q&A with Rhys. All the way at the bottom, there's also one more chance to win.


Let's begin with Fish And Ghosts




Blurb:

When his Uncle Mortimer died and left him Hoxne Grange, the family’s Gilded Age estate, Tristan Pryce knew he wasn’t going to have an easy time of it. He was to be the second generation of Pryces to serve as a caretaker for the estate, a way station for spirits on their final steps to the afterlife. The ghosts were the simple part. He’d been seeing boo-wigglies since he was a child. No, the difficult part was his own family. Determined to establish Tristan’s insanity, his loving relatives hire Dr. Wolf Kincaid and his paranormal researchers, Hellsinger Investigations, to prove the Grange is not haunted.

Skeptic Wolf Kincaid has made it his life’s work to debunk the supernatural. After years of cons and fakes, he can’t wait to reveal the Grange’s ghostly activity is just badly leveled floorboards and a drafty old house. The Grange has more than a few surprises for him, including its prickly, reclusive owner. Tristan Pryce is much less insane and much more attractive than Wolf wants to admit and when his Hellsinger team unwittingly release a ghostly serial killer on the Grange, Wolf is torn between his skepticism and protecting the man he’d been sent to discredit.




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And the sequel, Duck Duck Ghost





Blurb:

Paranormal investigator Wolf Kincaid knows what his foot tastes like.

Mostly because he stuck it firmly in his mouth when his lover, Tristan Pryce, accidentally drugged him with a batch of psychotropic baklava. Needing to patch things up between them, Wolf drags Tristan to San Luis Obispo, hoping Tristan’s medium ability can help evict a troublesome spirit haunting an old farmhouse.

With Wolf’s sister handling Hoxne Grange’s spectral visitors, Tristan finds himself in the unique position of being able to leave home for the first time in forever, but Wolf’s roughshod treatment is the least of his worries. Tristan’s ad-hoc portal for passing spirits seems to be getting fewer and fewer guests, and despite his concern he’s broken his home, Tristan agrees to help Wolf’s cousin, Sey, kick her poltergeist to the proverbial curb.

San Luis Obispo brings its own bushel of troubles. Tristan’s ghost whispering skill is challenged not only by a terrorizing haunting but also by Wolf’s skeptical older cousin, Cin. Bookended by a pair of aggressive Kincaids, Tristan soon finds himself in a spectral battle that threatens not only his sanity but also his relationship with Wolf, the first man he’s ever loved.





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From Half Moon Bay, Fish Stick Fridays


Blurb:

Deacon Reid was born bad to the bone with no intention of changing. A lifetime of law-bending and living on the edge suited him just fine—until his baby sister died and he found himself raising her little girl.

Staring down a family history of bad decisions and reaped consequences, Deacon cashes in everything he owns, purchases an auto shop in Half Moon Bay, and takes his niece, Zig, far away from the drug dens and murderous streets they grew up on. Zig deserves a better life than what he had, and Deacon is determined to give it to her.

Lang Harris is stunned when Zig, a little girl in combat boots and a purple tutu blows into his bookstore, and then he’s left speechless when her uncle, Deacon Reid walks in, hot on her heels. Lang always played it safe but Deacon tempts him to step over the line… just a little bit.

More than a little bit. And Lang is willing to be tempted.

Unfortunately, Zig isn’t the only bit of chaos dropped into Half Moon Bay. Violence and death strikes leaving Deacon scrambling to fight off a killer before he loses not only Zig but Lang too.


Excerpt:



There were very few little girls in Lang’s life. And by few, he concluded, he meant none. None of his nearby siblings had children, and the Harrises’ extended family truncated pretty quickly when searching for anyone not old enough to drive.

So when Deacon’s niece stomped into his shop and flopped onto a chair where Fafhrd lounged, Lang’s first instinct was to save her from the cat.

His second reaction was to save the cat from her.

Lang studied Zig from his spot behind the counter. They’d had a few bits of contact since she’d come to town, mostly shouts of hello as she trudged by after being dropped off by a school bus, and a long ten-minute conversation about unicorns and rhinos once when Lang was covering the checkout on a rainy afternoon. He’d be the first to admit he was more focused on her uncle, but Zig was fairly pleasant as children went.

The little girl sitting down next to Fafhrd seemed about as far from pleasant as humanly possible. Lang’d never seen her without a frilly skirt of some kind, regardless of any other clothing she wore, and today was no exception. Unlike other days, Zig’d gone from disheveled and was now firmly ensconced into grubby. She’d definitely been in an altercation of some kind. One eye sported a growing swell, while the other seemed to be on the tail end of a bruise. Mud caked one side of her once-pink tutu, and her green-striped leggings were ripped across her knees and in spots on her calves. Her eye-bleeding orange socks were similarly speckled with dirt and grass stains, the left one wadded down around the top of her boot.

“I need to pet your cat.”

There was no arguing with her. She’d obviously reached her breaking point, and it seemed like only a feline interaction would make it better.

“It’s up to him,” Lang replied softly. “If he growls, then it’s a no.”

“He won’t growl,” Zig declared, giving Fafhrd a test rub along his ears. “Cats know when you’ve had a fucking shitty day.”

Surprisingly, Fafhrd didn’t seem to mind the company, vibrating with deep, rumbling purrs as Zig worked her way in next to him and scratched at his head. Torn between asking her if she wanted hot chocolate or needed anything, Lang came out from behind the counter as her uncle strode into view outside. The bells over the door rang, clanging softly together to announce the man’s presence, as if the heat of his hard body wasn’t enough of a notice. Deacon made eye contact with Lang, a question poised on his strong lips, then spotted Zig sitting in the chair near the fireplace.

Zig’s uncle made a face, regretful and slightly sad. “Sorry, I’ll—”

“No, no, don’t worry about it. Looks like she needs….” Lang glanced over to where Fafhrd lay sprawled over Zig’s lap. “Apparently she needs a cat fix.”

“Yeah, kind of a crappy day, I think. I’ll pay for cleaning the chairs.” Deacon crossed over the space between the door and the counter in three powerful strides. “Think she brought about ten pounds of mud in with her.”

“It’s fine. They’re treated for that sort of thing. Mud’s nothing compared to cat hork.” Lang’s insides warmed at Deacon’s broad, wistful smile. “She can stay if she wants. She’s not in the way.”

The mechanic’s off-kilter grin punched Lang in the stomach, and he spread his hands on the counter to steady himself. Up close, Deacon Reid was deadly. Masculine with a hint of pretty, he was perfection in his flaws. From the quirk of his lips twisting to the side in a wry smile to the ruffled spiky mess of his choppy brown hair, he was a warm, long stretch of strength and tenderness smelling of sunshine, masculine heat, and lemons.




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And the 2nd book, Hanging The Stars


Blurb:

Angel Daniels grew up hard, one step ahead of the law and always looking over his shoulder. A grifter’s son, he’d learned every con and trick in the book but ached for a normal life. Once out on his own, Angel returns to Half Moon Bay where he once found…and then lost…love.

Now, Angel’s life is a frantic mess of schedules and chaos. Between running his bakery and raising his troubled eleven-year-old half-brother, Roman, Angel has a hectic but happy life. Then West Harris returns to Half Moon Bay and threatens to break Angel all over again by taking away the only home he and Rome ever had.

When they were young, Angel taught West how to love and laugh but when Angel moved on, West locked his heart up and threw away the key. Older and hardened, West returns to Half Moon and finds himself face-to-face with the man he’d lost. Now, West is torn between killing Angel or holding him tight.

But rekindling their passionate relationship is jeopardized as someone wants one or both of them dead, and as the terrifying danger mounts, neither man knows if the menace will bring them together or forever tear them apart.


Excerpt:

Buying the house on the bluff had been irrational. West had no intention of ever living at Half Moon Bay. It was too full of memories—painful ones at that—but the house was… perfect. Even if he’d been the one who’d preferred a stately manor with a deep, dark cave in its bowels, the bright white crystalline house on the shore seemed like destiny.

He’d thought it funny how dreams died quietly, their passing unmarked until the moment when he’d stood in the middle of a hard-angled castle, and it made him long for a gray-eyed, sweet-mouthed love he’d turned his back on.

“What’d ya get me?” Zig plopped the bag on a backless couch set in front of the wall of windows. The sun flirted with the gold in her hair, teasing out the brightness in her curls. “Can I open it?”

“Yes, you can open it, brat,” West murmured. “Just let me get settled. Forget someone tried to run my car over with their truck?”

“Yeah, kinda.” Zig bared her teeth at him in a mockery of a smile. “I just figured you were moving slow ’cause you’re old.”

“Nice. I’m sure Lang loves to be called old by someone younger than most of his socks,” he teased back.

“Crap.” She grimaced. “You just don’t look alike. Kind of. You look different.”

“Same face, same body,” West reminded her. “I just got more of the personality and brains.”

“Says the person who regularly pisses enough people off he needs a bodyguard,” Lang shot back as he took off his jacket. “And Zig, you can’t just—West is….”

“Take what’s offered and then take more when no one’s looking?” Zig parroted West back at her father. “What? He says that’s what you do.”

“Good to know someone’s listening,” West drawled. “Leave her alone, Lang. She’s busy right now.”

As much as he reluctantly liked Lang’s adopted daughter and mostly tolerated the grease monkey his brother’d married, their happy, all-smiles family was a little much to take. To be fair, it wasn’t all smiles. There were dark days, struggles when Zig fought with her fear of every adult in her life leaving her alone. Lang’s marriage hadn’t been a magic cure for that. Her changing her name to Zig Harris-Reid helped, but there were still times when the world pressed in too close for his niece, and from his point of view, spoiling the hell out of her seemed to make her smile.

Her fathers were not so pleased about it, which made West even happier for some age-old sibling perverse reason.


The couch seemed too far away, but West was going to be damned if he let anyone see how much it hurt to move. The painkillers he’d been given rattled about in one of the bags Marzo was carrying in, and his jaw hurt from clenching his teeth. The cushions collapsed around him when West finally eased onto one of the couches, and something sharp dug into his back, probably his wallet or phone in his pocket, but he didn’t care. He was off his feet, and the pounding in his head faded a bit as he closed his eyes and blocked out the sunlight.



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Our Q&A with Rhys:


1. What inspires you? What gets you writing?

I love the examination of personalities and how they fit into one another. Toss in a love for cities and world building and you’ve pretty much got what I love about writing. There’s a flavour to a book, a recipe a writer has cooked up for us to taste. Writing is like cooking, some dishes take a delicate hand while others are like a stir fry with an explosion of savory flavours.


2. What's your writing process? Seat of your pants, lots of sticky notes, complex spreadsheets? 

I sit down. Figure out the who of what I’m going to write and then fit in the pieces around them. I do plot a little bit, especially around the murder mysteries because you’ve got to know where you’re going. I also love finding the little truffles of ideas I get while I write because something will click in my brain that changes the whole book. But I do have notes and a bible to keep me on track.

3. Which character from your books is your favorite, and why?

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Audiobook Review: Practice Makes Perfect by Jay Northcote

From The Blurb:
Listening Time: 5 hrs. 15 min.  Getting experience with the guy next door seems like a great idea-until the lines blur. Dev, a geeky first year physics student, has zero sexual experience and he's determined to change that ASAP. After a bad time in halls of residence, he's starting the summer term with different housemates and a new plan of action. Ewan lives in the house next door to Dev. He's young, free and single, and isn't looking to change that anytime soon. When awkward circumstances throw them together, Ewan offers to help Dev out in the bedroom in return for maths tutoring, and Dev jumps at the chance. They work their way through Dev's sex-to-do list, but what starts as a perfect no-strings arrangement gets more complicated as their feelings for each other begin to grow. If they're going to turn their lessons in lovemaking into something more permanent, they need to work out how they feel about each other-before they get to the end of Dev's list.

Karen's rating:




Dev's just moved out of his residence at Uni because things weren't working out for him there and as luck would have it a friend of his has helped him move into a house with a few other students and a really hot neighbor, named Ewan.

Ewan's Scottish and he's a ginger. He's also a psychology student having trouble with one of his classes...a class that involves numbers. Dev's good with numbers and Dev likes to make list...list of things he wants to do. One of those things on his list involves getting some experience...experience of a personal and intimate nature. So it only seems natural that Dev who's good with numbers and Ewan who's more than happy to help Dev get intimate with him strike a bargain...a gentleman's agreement if you will.

Things get a bit more complicated when both men realize that their feelings have gone well beyond the boundaries of their gentleman's agreement and neither of them wants things to end but they're not sure where they stand with each other or how to find out without risking their hearts.

'Practice Makes Perfect' is the third book in Jay Northcote's series 'Housemates' and while each book can be read as a standalone, I never felt like I was missing anything from this story in spite of the fact that characters from the first two books made appearances in Dev and Ewan's story, as soon as time permits I plan on going back to the beginning to read those first two stories not because I need to but because I enjoyed this book that much and this is a way to get more.

'Practice Makes Perfect' was awesome, I truly don't remember the last time I was so wonderfully enchanted by a story. Dev is so sweet and naive and just totally adorkable and while Ewan may be more worldly and experienced than Dev, he's also a very sweet and kind person and even before there's an emotional connection between these two men, he cares about Dev on a basic decent human being level.

Humor can be a wonderful thing in a story, but it doesn't always work for each person for a number of reasons. Sometimes we can feel like maybe the author is trying to hard or we just don't get it, maybe it feels like the humor's coming at someone's expense, whatever there's a myriad of reasons but for me the humorous moments in this story were spot on and this story quickly became a happy place for me. I laughed and smiled and yes, I may have found myself talking to the characters from time to time...hey, don't judge me, if guys can yell at the television when their hockey/baseball/football/whatever team screws-up, I can talk to my audio books from time to time.

Blogtour: Best New Artist by BA Tortuga




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Best New Artist 





Blurb:

Kasey “Tuff” Tuffman just told Nashville to kiss his you know what. After winning Best New Artist at an award show, he knows it’s time to head back home to Texas. So after a very public meltdown, Tuff makes his way to Austin, where the Red Dirt music lives large.

Jonah Littlejohn once loved KT more than anything in the world. When KT loses it on national TV, Jonah knows he has to reach out and offer his home studio as a place to heal and make music. A bad relationship has left Jonah broken and wary of romance, but he wants to help his old lover out.

Seeing Jonah again proves to Tuff that he’s made the right decision. Now all he has to do is convince Jonah that they’re the most perfect duet there’s ever been.



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Red Dirt Music and Being Who You Are


Hey y’all. I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of all things country music.


Seriously. I’m an addict. Like 30,000 songs on my iTunes addicted.


Of all the songs, of all the genres – Texas Red Dirt is my absolute favorite. What makes it Red Dirt?


No one seems to know.


To me it’s that attitude of “I don’t care what Nashville is doing. I don’t care what the big machine wants. I’ll play what I want, tour when I want, and look like me.”


Now, is this everyone’s definition? God no. But somehow to me? This one resonates.


My wife would say it’s the cowboy in me. The person that refuses to become something she’s not because it’s easier or more popular. I’d tell you that there are people that are constitutionally incapable of being someone they’re not, so they do their best and blunder on.


This is Best New Artist in a nutshell. It’s about figuring out who you are and blundering on -- with a Red Dirt soundtrack.


Much love, y’all.
BA



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