Friday, March 31, 2017

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ARC Review: The Art of Mutual Pleasure by K.A. Merikan


Blurb:
--- The path to debauchery is strewn with good intentions. ---

Benjamin Snowley is trapped in a most distressing predicament. He’s been feeling poorly and after having recently recovered from influenza, he knows that the fault for his declining health lies in a vice he wouldn’t dare mention in polite conversation.

Onanism, self-pollution, masturbation. All names for the same sinful affliction.

For Benjamin, it all started back at school, where he first encountered the immoral Frederick Cory. Ever since then, the man has been plaguing Benjamin’s dreams and causing most unnatural urges.

Now is the time for all the infatuation nonsense to stop. With the help of an unorthodox doctor and an indecent proposition to a young stablehand, Benjamin will rid himself of the vile addiction.

But can the experimental treatment be enough to make him forget his feelings for Frederick?

Warning: Contains a clueless young man on a futile quest for chastity and a libertine artist eager to rid him of that goal

POSSIBLE SPOILERS:

Themes: masturbation, historical attitudes to sexuality, medicine, doctor, guilt, unorthodox treatment, master/servant, groom, superstition, moral failure, enemies to lovers

Genre: M/M Regency romantic erotica





Jewel's rating:



​The authors promised a filthy romp with The Art of Mutual Pleasure, and I know they always deliver, so this book was a must. And now that I've read it, I can tell you what we get is even more filthy dirty that I thought it would be! And it was delicious. So delicious. Especially that scene at the end. Oh, happy day!​

I had a good chuckle about the dangers on Onanism and a good belly laugh at what the unconventional doctor prescribed our Benjamin. OMG. And poor Benjamin bought it -- hook, line and sinker. On the other hand, it was then that he really got a huge taste of his sexuality, so all's well that ends well, right? And this is why I am happy to be alive now, instead of Victorian times, because at least there is hope that a person can find accurate information on human sexuality (as much as some folks try to bury it).

​I adored Benjamin Snowley​ even when he was being prudish and judgmental. ​​​He was scared of thoughts and feelings he was having that made him feel ashamed. Especially after sneaking out of his school dorm when he was 13 after Frederick Cory​, not even realizing the reason he was so taken with Mr. Cory. And what does he happen upon? Frederick with another boy. My, oh my, how that changed Benjamin.

Release Day ARC Review and Spotlight: My Dragon, My Knight by John Inman



Please extend a warm welcome to John Inman and his latest release 

My Dragon, My Knight 




About the book:



Danny Sims is in over his head, torn between his abusive lover, Joshua, and Jay Holtsclaw, the bartender up the street, who offers Danny the one thing he never gets at home: understanding.

When Joshua threatens to get rid of Danny’s terrier, Danny knows he has to act fast. Afraid of what Joshua will do to the dog, and afraid of what Joshua will do to him if he tries to leave, Danny does the only thing he can do.

He runs.
But Danny isn’t a complete fool. He has enough sense to run into the arms of the man who actually cares for him—the man he’s beginning to trust.

Just as their lives together are starting to fall into place, Danny and Jay learn how vengeful Joshua can be.

And how dangerous.




Excerpt:



CHAPTER ONE
  The young guy Jay knew only as Danny sat at the horseshoe bar, slowly sipping his beer. Jay figured Danny had to sip it slowly since his jaw was so swollen. The old queen across the way kept eyeballing Danny like he was in the market for a piece of fresh meat, but good grief, Danny was forty years younger than him. As pathetic as Danny looked at that moment, it was still doubtful he would be okay being schmoozed by a drunken Methuselah.
  It was not yet noon. The bar was deserted aside from Danny, the old horndog, and him, Jay Holtsclaw, the bartender-slash-owner of the establishment known to the gay community of San Diego as The Clubhouse. Jay was cutting limes at the other end of the bar, minding his own business. But like any good bartender, he was also a perceptive guy. When he saw Danny squirming under the determined stares of old Rafe the Drunk, he decided to intervene. He grabbed up his bag of limes and his cutting board and positioned himself smack in front of the boy to block the old guy’s view. Once there, Jay proceeded to cut his limes as if nothing had happened. Danny watched him work, the kid’s blue eyes darting around, seemingly fascinated by the glints of light coming off the razor-sharp knife as it sliced through the fruit. Jay thought he saw a gleam of appreciation spark in Danny’s eyes for finding himself suddenly out of the line of fire of the old queen across the way.
  Jay had seen Danny around occasionally, of course. Anyone as cute as Danny was bound to be noticed. He was usually on the arm of his lover, a slightly older guy. Not that old. Maybe in his early thirties compared to Danny’s twenty-two or twenty-three. Actually Jay didn’t know if the older guy was really Danny’s lover or not, but since they were always together, he figured it was a safe bet. Jay didn’t know the lover’s name. Didn’t think it was any of his business anyway.
  “He’s harmless,” Jay said quietly, glancing over his shoulder at Rafe. “Don’t let it upset you.”
  Danny jumped as if he’d been poked with a pin. “I—I know.”
  When Danny jumped, he also winced. Clearly that puffed-up jaw was hurting like a mother.
  Jay tapped his own jaw, commiserating. “Accident?” Being a bartender, you learn a lot about human nature. When Danny said, “Fell off my bike like a dumbass,” Jay knew immediately he was lying. He wasn’t sure how he knew—he just knew.
  “Yep,” Jay said around a sympathetic chuckle, all the while appraising Danny wryly. “Only a dumbass would do something like that.”
Danny didn’t return the chuckle. He plucked a maraschino cherry out of the tray by the waiter’s station, unmanned at the moment since the joint had just opened. Jay was amused when the kid stopped in midchew as if just realizing what he’d done, stealing the cherry right out from under the boss’s nose.
  “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, looking stricken. “I didn’t think—”
  Jay grinned. “Don’t worry about it. Help yourself.” With the kid’s embarrassment laid to rest, Jay went back to slicing the limes. “Seriously, though, bikes are tricky things. You need to be more careful.”
  Danny took another sip of his draft. Jay suspected it was a nervous reaction more than thirst. Jay wasn’t sure, but he also suspected young Danny, for all his good looks and youth, was actually sort of shy.
  When Danny mumbled, “I will,” it took all of Jay’s self-control not to reach over with a napkin and wipe the beer foam off the kid’s upper lip.
  “Say,” Jay said, only half joking. “Are you old enough to be in here?”
  Danny cocked an eyebrow and went through the motions of starting a smile, which was truncated by a flash of pain when his sore jaw came into play. He good-naturedly reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and slapped his ID on the bar.
  Jay wiped his hands on a towel and picked up the ID, twisting around until some light fell on it. The kid’s name was Danny Sims. To Jay’s surprise, the kid was actually younger than he originally thought, although still of legal age. He was just coming up on his twenty-second birthday. According to his driver’s license, he was also five foot nine, had reddish-blond hair, blue eyes, and was cute enough that even the DMV couldn’t take a bad picture of him. As if he wasn’t photogenic enough, God had even sprinkled a few freckles across his nose.
  Jay handed the ID back and recommenced cutting limes.
  Old Rafe half fell off his barstool and stumbled off toward the bathroom in the back. Neither Jay nor Danny watched him go. The final insult for an aging queen.
  Danny’s eyes were still centered on the stupid limes. “You have big hands,” he said quietly.
  The statement surprised Jay, who stopped and stared at his hands for a minute as if suddenly realizing the kid was right. He did have big hands.
  “Golly,” he said, “I guess I do.”
  When he saw another flash of pain cross Danny’s face, Jay reached over and plucked a bottle of aspirin off the bar. He shook a couple out and laid them in front of the boy.
  “Thanks,” Danny said, carefully poking the aspirin into his mouth before washing them down with another slug of beer.
  “You didn’t fall off your bike,” Jay said conversationally. “Somebody whapped you. I can see four knuckle bruises on your jaw.”
  Danny stared down into his beer, his eyes sad. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
  “Okay, Danny. I didn’t mean to be nosy.”
  Danny looked up. “How did you know my name?” Then he made a goofy face, sort of like a mental head slap. “Oh, you just saw my ID.”
  Jay shrugged. “There’s that. But I’ve also seen you in here a few times. I’m good with names. Sometimes they just stick, whether I actually meet people or not. Once I hear them, I never forget them. Of course, then I turn around and forget to gas up the car and end up walking ten miles to get home.”
  Danny laughed, or tried to. It obviously hurt so badly, he squirmed his ass around on the barstool like he was sitting on tacks.
  “Wait a minute,” Jay said.
  Turning away, he snatched up a clean towel from underneath the bar, scooped some crushed ice onto it, and wrapped it up in a tight little bundle before handing it over.
  “Hold this to your jaw for a while. Maybe it’ll help,” Jay said. “It might even get the swelling down.”
  Danny’s expression was somewhere between embarrassed and grateful, or quite possibly appalled, but he did as he was instructed.
  “Thanks,” he said softly, closing his eyes when the cold began seeping into his aching jaw. By the ensuing sigh of relief, Jay felt certain the ice was indeed helping. He was even surer of it when Danny added, “This feels good.”
  Jay went back to his limes.


Sandra's review:



First off, trigger warnings: Domestic Violence, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, and dubious consent.

This book is a lot darker than John Inman's usually sweet, funny, and somewhat fluffy romances. Sure, there's a bit of humor in this one too, and a sweet relationship as well, but there's a lot of darkness too. Quite a bit of suspense inside too, not in the usual whodunit sense, because it's clear from the start who the villain is, but I was on the edge of my seat for the last half of this book, because I knew, I just knew, that... well, you read this for yourself.

Blogtour and Release Day Review: Tall, Dark, And Deported by Bru Baker


Please say hello to Bru Baker with 

Tall, Dark, And Deported 

a Dreamspun Desires Title 




Release date: April 1, 2017
Cover Artist: Bree Archer
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 236 pages
Tags: Gay; M/M; Dreamspun Desires




Blurb:

Crossing the border into love. Snap decisions and misguided ideas bring Portuguese national Mateus Fontes and businessman Crawford Hargrave together at the Canadian border crossing.

Mateus is caught in a catch-22. With his almost-expired tourist visa, entrance to Canada is denied, but the US won’t let him back in either. Crawford thinks he’s solved things when he tells the border agent they’re engaged, and it works—except now they have to actually get married before either of them can get back into the United States. But Crawford has been burned by marriage once, and he’s determined not to make that mistake again.

Neither of them expects real feelings to bloom out of their fake marriage, but they do. And the two of them have to learn how to be honest with each other to make things work, which is especially hard when their entire marriage is based on lies.





Hi, everyone! I’m Bru Baker, and I’m happy to be here today on My Fiction Nook sharing a video reading from my upcoming release, Tall, Dark, and Deported. In it, we see Mateus’s first impressions of Crawford as he watches him in a crowded airport. I’ll be posting a few more readings during the tour for Tall, Dark, and Deported, so keep an eye out for more!









Sandra's review:






This is a really cute and sweet romance using the fake-marriage-for-reasons trope, by pairing a young, kind and hard-working immigrant to the US with a somewhat jaded, slightly older businessman with a heart of gold he has protected behind some massive walls.

Hoping to renew his tourist visa by making a quick dash into Canada, so he can stay and help his brother and sister-in-law with their orchard, Mateus is at the airport waiting for his flight, when he happens to meet Crawford, who's waiting for the same flight, having been sent to Vancouver by his boss to help a failing hotel.

When their flight is cancelled, Crawford offers to rent a car and drive the two of them across the border to Vancouver. Knowing his visa is about to expire, and not willing to lose any time, Mateus agrees.

At the border, Mateus is denied entry into Canada since his US visa is about to expire, and then cannot return to the US, because his visa is about to expire. Seeing the young man in limbo and looking so scared to be deported back to Portugal, Crawford impulsively lies and proclaims Mateus his fiance, on their way to be married in Vancouver.

Blogtour: Unspeakable Words by Sarah Madison



Please welcome Sarah Madison with 

Unspeakable Words 

The Sixth Sense #1 



Blurb:

Special Agent John Flynn is everything Jerry Parker is not: dangerously handsome, coolly charismatic, and respected by his peers. Special Agent Parker is dedicated and meticulous, but his abrasive personality has given him a reputation for being difficult. When new information on a cold case appears, Parker is assigned to work with Flynn, and the sparks fly as their investigative styles clash. Contact with a strange artifact changes everything when it bestows unusual and unpredictable powers on Flynn… and the two men must learn to trust each other before a killer strikes again.







Excerpt:


“Jerry!”
Jerry abandoned his conversation with Flynn to look for the owner of the voice from his past. His heart squeezed painfully to a halt at the sight of Derek standing on the sidewalk behind him, only to restart at double-time.
Jesus. Talk about running into your ex.
Derek wore a brown blazer over a tan turtleneck, with a brightly colored scarf carelessly thrown around his neck. Jerry had a momentary spurt of irritation for the affectation and then felt his heart sink. There was no way he could avoid speaking to Derek without looking churlish, and he didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.
“What are you doing down here?” Derek’s voice was inappropriately coy as he raised an eyebrow in Flynn’s direction and gave him the once-over. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”
His sun-bleached hair was overly long and curling at the collar, and Jerry was secretly amused that it appeared to be getting thin on top. Derek had creases at the corners of his eyes as well. Too much time in the tanning booth, no doubt.
He must be having a cow over that.
It must be harder now for Derek to catch the attention of some sweet young ass, unless the young thing was desperate for a sugar daddy.
“Derek Collins,” Jerry said smoothly, “my partner, John Flynn. We’re here on business, Derek.”
This is the guy that I thought I loved once. Boy, was I an idiot.
“Partner?” Derek glanced swiftly at Jerry’s left hand and then gave a little laugh. “Oh, partner,” he repeated without explanation, shooting a sly smirk at Flynn.
Jerry felt Flynn go rigid with tension, like a dog with his hackles up.
Relax. Gayness isn’t catching.
Flynn shot him a wounded look, and Jerry felt ashamed when he realized Flynn wasn’t embarrassed by Derek’s innuendos, he was pissed off on Jerry’s behalf. That was just…. Wow. Warmth suddenly flooded him, and he was both embarrassed and comforted at the same time.
Inexplicably, Flynn’s face relaxed, and a lazy smile appeared. “Yes, partner.” He practically purred as he placed a hand on Jerry’s arm. “Come on, Jer. We don’t want to be late for that interview.”
He guided Jerry away with a decidedly possessive hand on the small of his back.
“What was that about?” Jerry hissed as they left Derek openmouthed behind them.
“That asshole,” Flynn growled. “I can’t believe he cheated on you with a twinkie.”
Jerry stumbled and then laughed. When he quickly glanced over his shoulder, he saw Derek staring at the two of them speculatively. He laughed even harder and clapped Flynn on the back.
“It’s ‘twink’ if you really want to be cool,” Jerry corrected him.
“Asshole.” Flynn repeated the epithet for good measure, sounding pissed off again. “I wanted to punch him, but then I realized what would jerk his chain.” He appeared insufferably pleased with himself.

“You’re an idiot,” Jerry said with amusement. “A nice one, but an idiot all the same.” It’ll be all over town by this evening that I have a hot boyfriend. He fixed a sharp look on Flynn to check his reaction, but Flynn merely whistled innocently. “Come on,” Jerry sighed, not knowing what to make of the gesture. “We’ve got work to do.”




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Someone asked me to explain the unbelievably smirky expression on John Flynn’s face on the covers of the Sixth Sense series. What can I say? When I decided to approach Dreamspinner Press with the idea of expanding Unspeakable Words into a full length novel, so as to match the other stories in the series, they not only thought it was a good idea, they suggested new covers for the relaunch. Somehow, artist L.C. Chase managed to capture the essence of Flynn based on my descriptions alone. I think it helps a lot that I’m well into the series now, and have a much better feel for the characters and where they are headed than when I first started, but Chase’s covers are simply brilliant.

Blogtour: Bonfires by Amy Lane



Please say hello to Amy Lane and 

Bonfires 





Blurb:

Ten years ago Sheriff’s Deputy Aaron George lost his wife and moved to Colton, hoping growing up in a small town would be better for his children. He’s gotten to know his community, including Mr. Larkin, the bouncy, funny science teacher. But when Larx is dragged unwillingly into administration, he stops coaching the track team and starts running alone. Aaron—who thought life began and ended with his kids—is distracted by a glistening chest and a principal running on a dangerous road.
Larx has been living for his kids too—and for his students at Colton High. He’s not ready to be charmed by Aaron, but when they start running together, he comes to appreciate the deputy’s steadiness, humor, and complete understanding of Larx’s priorities. Children first, job second, his own interests a sad last.

It only takes one kiss for two men approaching fifty to start acting like teenagers in love, even amid all the responsibilities they shoulder. Then an act of violence puts their burgeoning relationship on hold. The adult responsibilities they’ve embraced are now instrumental in keeping their town from exploding. When things come to a head, they realize their newly forged family might be what keeps the world from spinning out of control.


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Things That Are Real, Part III


So… In the past two blog tour installments, I’ve covered “Things that are real”—actual events or moments in my life that I drew upon for the events in Bonfires. At first, it was supposed to be one post—but the more I wrote, the more I realized, “Hey! This story has a whole lot of my life in it! I might need a few other posts!”  


So here we go—the eighth post in the tour, and another four things Amy added to the book from her real life.


Hidden Clearings


I remember this very clearly.


My senior year—we were working on the school play, and as I said in a previous post, we were the band kids and the drama kids and the college bound kids.  


And the stressed kids.


Saturday night, the play was over, and we’d all stayed late to strip down the sets. Nobody had asked me if I’d want to drink (I was sort of a Pollyanna, even then) but all of my friends were… well, drunk, by the time we were done breaking down, and I was… unaware, at best.


They asked me if I wanted to go to a wrap up party, and I said yes—and although my friend Craig was driving a little wobbly, well, he’d been giving me rides to school for two years and he wasn’t the best driver anyway.


We showed up at a moonlit clearing where everybody—the field conductor of the band, the school valedictorian, the head cheerleader, the choir teacher’s daughter—everybody proceeded to get shitfaced drunk.


Except me.


I didn’t drink. I rarely drink now—but back then, it hit me, as I watched folks pass around a half-gallon of Jack, that I was the only one there who could actually drive.


Except I didn’t drive.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

ARC Review: Dirty Games by Barbara Elsborg


Blurb:
The last thing Linton needs when he arrives home after three months in the States, is to find his beautiful flat is a squat, complete with his younger brother Dirk, who’s lying in Linton’s bed with a couple who’ve paid him for sex. Dirk isn’t even supposed to have a key. But after Linton throws Dirk out, life slams in hard and if his brother is to have any hope of a future, Linton has to play dirty. Or at least pretend to. What he hasn’t factored in is having to play the game to the bitter end.

Film star Thorne Morrisey has everything. Good looks, charm, seductive magnetism and a voice that could charm a snake from its basket. He can also be a real shit and yet people still love him - though he’d rather not have the love of his ex. Owen’s a suicidal wreck after Thorne dumped him in a very public and humiliating way and Owen’s wealthy brother has his own reasons for wanting revenge on Thorne. Max’s weapon of choice is his employee, Linton.

Linton and Thorne are on a collision course and in for the game of their lives. But who’s playing who?




Jewel's rating:



I'm a big fan of this author's paranormal romances. I haven't read much of her contemporary stuff, but I wanted to give Dirty Games a shot. This one sounded a bit angsty, which is fine with me and the blurb, while convoluted, still intrigued me enough to read the story.

The plot, though, was ... busy. That's about the only way I can describe it. There's so much going on and the characters criss-cross in some unbelievable ways that I nearly had to draw a map to keep up . Also, it involves revenge dating and blackmail, which I wasn't so sure about but thought I would try anyway, just to see. Well...

Linton is an architect. It's all he's ever wanted to be. He left London for three months to work at his company's New York office, to get away from a coworker he got involved with (Pascal). The relationship ended badly when Linton found out that his boyfriend had been cheating on him, with a woman. So, he swears off dating bisexuals and heads to New York to try to get a hold of himself.

When Linton gets back to London, he finds his younger brother has trashed his flat and has been turning tricks. Again. And after a couple days, his brother ends up in the hospital, after being beaten up and dosed with heroin, and he finally wants to get clean. Of course, Linton wants to put him in rehab, but he needs money to do that, and also to pay the debt that his brother owes to some very bad people.

Release Blitz: Dirty Games by Barbara Elsborg






Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK



Length: 108,000 words





Blurb


The last thing Linton needs when he arrives home after three months in the States, is to find his beautiful flat is a squat, complete with his younger brother Dirk, who’s lying in Linton’s bed with a couple who’ve paid him for sex. Dirk isn’t even supposed to have a key. But after Linton throws Dirk out, life slams in hard and if his brother is to have any hope of a future, Linton has to play dirty. Or at least pretend to. What he hasn’t factored in is having to play the game to the bitter end.

Film star Thorne Morrisey has everything. Good looks, charm, seductive magnetism and a voice that could charm a snake from its basket. He can also be a real shit and yet people still love him - though he’d rather not have the love of his ex. Owen’s a suicidal wreck after Thorne dumped him in a very public and humiliating way and Owen’s wealthy brother has his own reasons for wanting revenge on Thorne. Max’s weapon of choice is his employee, Linton.

Linton and Thorne are on a collision course and in for the game of their lives. But who’s playing who?







Author Bio

Release Blitz: Enemy Within by Tal Bauer




Title:  Enemy Within
Series: The Executive Office, Book 3
Author: Tal Bauer
Publisher:  Self-Published
Release Date: 3/28/2017
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 176K
Genre: Romance, Thriller/Suspense



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Synopsis



The White House, infiltrated.
The president, running for his life.
A traitorous general, intent on burning the world to the ground.

When everything falls apart, who do you trust?

President Jack Spiers fled Washington DC on the heels of a devastating attack on CIA headquarters, masterminded by one of America’s own, former General Porter Madigan. While the world believes Jack was killed in the bombing, he embarks on a wild infiltration mission, smuggling himself into occupied Russia to rescue the love of his life: former Secret Service Agent and First Gentleman Ethan Reichenbach.

Reunited, Jack, Ethan, and deposed Russian president Sergey Puchkov, along with President Elizabeth Wall—the only person left in Washington DC who Jack trusts—must work together. They piece together a desperate plan, hunting Madigan to the ends of the earth and the bitter frigidity of the Arctic, where Madigan’s world-shattering doomsday plan comes together.

Outnumbered, outmaneuvered, and outgunned, Jack, Ethan, Sergey, and the rest of the team struggle to put a stop to Madigan and his army. In the desolate extremes of the Arctic, their resolve, their strength, and even their love is tested, pushed to the absolute limits as choices must be made: choices that pit the fate of the world against the love in their hearts, and the loves of their life.

As the world crumbles around them, Jack and Ethan find themselves waging a war on two fronts—against an enemy they can see, and another, hiding within their ranks.

Who can be trusted when the enemy is within you?



Excerpt

The sounds of the convoy coming alive in the frosty morning started clattering through their patch of snowy forest. Grumbled Russian, slamming doors and squeaky metal hinges, the crackle of logs in a fire, and the clang of pots and pans that Vasily insisted on bringing from Volga.

Jack nuzzled at Ethan’s neck, and the roughness of his beard, grown thick in the five days they’d been on the road, scratched over Ethan’s skin just before Jack dropped a kiss beneath his jaw. “Morning, love.”

Ethan smiled down at him, de-cocked his pistol, and slid it into his hip holster beneath their blankets. He wrapped both arms around Jack as Jack turned and faced him. “How are you? Are you warm enough?” As Ethan spoke, his breath clouded the air between them.

“I’m good.” Jack peeled off his gloves beneath the blankets and snaked his warm hands up under Ethan’s jacket and sweater. His gentle, searching fingers found the long line of ragged stitches in Ethan’s side.

Ethan flinched.

“Sorry. You know we need to check them.” Carefully, Jack felt around the stitches, testing the skin, and then rested his palm over the top of the mostly-healed wound. “No heat. No swelling. No pus. No infection.” He smiled. “You had me worried after yesterday.”

Ethan ducked his head, his cheeks warming. While rummaging through an abandoned barn, he’d walked right through a rotted-out baseboard and fallen into a cellar, into the rough, loose earth. Not his finest moment. They’d wrangled some supplies, but he’d come away filthy and bruised, his ego smarting. Jack’s worried eyes and his gentle ministrations after they’d stopped for the night had helped sooth the ache.

Jack’s gaze darted over Ethan’s face, searching. He frowned. “Did you get any sleep?”

Release Blitz: Bronze Star by A.E. Wasp




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Blurb

Chris Dobbs is used to getting what he wants, and what he wants now is his boss.Everything about the dangerously handsome enigmatic older man drives him to his knees in more ways than one, ways Chris is realizing he’s always craved. 

Giving Jay-Cee his body is as simple as breathing, but when Chris smashes through all of Jay-Cee’s hard earned control, he learns Jay-Cee demands more than just his obedience. He wants things Chris can’t give him - his heart, his soul, and his trust.

Jay-Cee offered his brilliant young protégé everything. In return, Chris took only the pieces he wanted and rejected the rest, leaving Jay-Cee reeling.


But the deep connection between them isn’t easily severed, and it promises to heal them both of the scars of their pasts. If they are to build a sanctuary from the rubble of their broken hearts, they’re going to have to risk everything.




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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

ARC Review: True Colors by Anyta Sunday

True Colors (True Love, #2)
From the blurb:

Oskar used to be Marco’s best friend. His everything. His sunshine yellow.

But that was before. Before Marco stopped being a hot jock. Before he learned to live with scars and pain. And before Oskar tore their friendship apart.

Now the boy next door has returned home, determined to rekindle his friendship with Marco, and Marco’s more afraid than ever. Afraid of getting hurt. Afraid of being humiliated.

Afraid of falling in love.

Can Oskar find a way through Marco’s fear, back into his heart?




Heather's rating:






Anyta Sunday is my go-to author for contemporary romance. She just writes the slow-burn romances that I like to read! She rarely lets me down, and she won me over again with True Colors.

True Colors is a second-chance romance between two friends whose friendship crumbled from a series of events that happened years ago. I love when there is a hurtful situation in the past and the two MCs have to get past it. I'm a sucker for bullies-to-lovers stories, and while this one isn't quite like that, there are major obstacles that these two MCs have to overcome.

I don't think it's a big spoiler to say that one of the MCs has some scarring that he is very self-conscious about. It's more or less in the blurb. Scarring is a topic near and dear to me, and while my facial scars from an accident have faded, I still have a soft spot for a scarred MC. There is something very vulnerable about having a scar; you feel exposed, flayed open, and ready for criticism. I related big time to Marco, the MC with the scars, and I REALLY wanted Oskar to grovel for forgiveness, perhaps even more than Marco did.

ARC Review: Necessary Medicine by M.K. York

Necessary MedicineFrom the blurb:

With intelligence and humor, debut male/male author M.K. York delivers an emotionally charged slow-burn romance set in a prestigious Bay Area teaching hospital. 
In the high-intensity world of hospital residency programs, there's no room for romance. So it's a good thing for first-year surgical resident Neil Carmona that his crush on the gorgeous cardiologist Eli Newcombe is sheer fantasy. Not only is the sexy doctor Neil's superior, he's also recently divorced.  
As Neil's skill as a surgeon grows, so does his friendship with Eli, and his silent, hopeless longing for more. It isn't until Neil's final year that Eli at last admits his own deepest desires. But Neil's joy is short-lived: Eli has no intention of pursuing a relationship. Their positions in the hospital would make it unethical, even if he was emotionally ready for someone new. 
Wounded and furious, Neil is determined to forget about Eli once and for all. But when a near-tragedy strikes, a new question arises: Is a life without love—without Neil—a greater risk than laying his heart on the line?



Heather's rating:





Necessary Medicine was an interesting book by newbie author, M.K. York, and I have lots of thoughts about it.

For one, I could have told you before reading the author bio at the end that the author was a doctor, or at least on the way to becoming one. As someone who has gone through dental school, which mirrors medical school in many respects, and who has had a hospital residency, which included anesthesiology, emergency medicine, and OR rotations, I recognized a kindred spirit here. The way M.K. York talks about medicine and the terminology that she uses would be extremely hard for a non-medical person to achieve. There is a comfort with the subject that clued me in, unmistakably.

Now, I was very familiar with all of the medical terms and procedures in this story, but most readers won't be. Not only am I a dentist, but I come from a medical family, with a cardiologist for a father and cousins/in-laws in the medical field. What is interesting about this story versus some other stories that feature doctor MCs is that this book is really mostly about medicine. It is about the MC's journey through his residency, and the mental and physical toll it takes on him. Sure, there is a love interest and an eventual romance, but this book truly reads like more of a residency memoir than anything else.

And that, my friends, is where I think the author misstepped.

Blogtour: Cleansing Flame by Andrew Grey




Please say hello to Andrew Grey and 

Cleansing Flame 



Series: Rekindled Flame Series Book 2
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Mar 10 2017





Blurb:

Life has been grinding Dayne Mills down almost for as long as he can remember. First he lost the love of his life in an accident that also left him with a permanent injury, and then his mother passed away a year later. When his house burns to the ground, it’s the last straw. He can’t take any more, and if it wasn’t for kind and handsome firefighter Lawson Martin offering him a hand up and a place to stay, he doesn’t know what he’d do. Dayne would love for his relationship with Lawson to evolve into something beyond charity, but he knows going after a man so far out of his league will only lead to yet more heartache. It’s best to just keep his mind on his research.

It’s that research that leads Dayne to an old student journal that not only provides clues to the Native American heritage Lawson has been searching for, but chronicles a century-old love story. The tale that unfolds might be just what Dayne and Lawson need to remember that no matter how dark life becomes, love can find a way to shine through.




Excerpt:

Dayne pulled his car into the drugstore parking lot across the street, got out, and walked up to where a group of neighbors had gathered. He turned to where they were all looking and gasped as flames shot out of the windows of his little house.
“Oh God,” Dayne mumbled as he hurried forward. Everything he owned was in that house. It was all he had left of his mom. As flames shot out of front door and the roof collapsed, Dayne’s legs gave out and the grass rose up to meet him.
“Hey,” a deep voice said from close to him. Dayne felt like a fool and struggled to get up. He was helped to his feet, and the fireman took off his helmet. “It’s you.”
“That’s my house…,” Dayne said weakly as water sprayed all over what was left of the only home he’d known. “Everything I have….” He gasped and tried not to come apart at the seams.
“It will be all right.” He took Dayne’s arm and gently helped steady him.
“I don’t see how.” One of the walls fell in, and Dayne turned away. Everything was gone. The last of what he’d had from his mother had been in that house, and the flames had taken it all. A cloud of steam went up as the last of the fire died away, leaving only a smoking ruin of what had been his life.
“I’m sorry this happened to you.” The firefighter gently put an arm around Dayne’s shoulder, and the last of Dayne’s control broke.
He buried his face in the man’s chest and cried like the stupid baby he was. Damn it, he tried not to, but this was too much. For a year, he’d been doing his best to hold it together, to get through each day as it came, hoping the pain would lessen. But every damn time he thought things might be getting better, something happened, and this was the worst.
“It’s all right. Just let it out.”

Blogtour: Swift For The Sun by Karen Bovenmeyer




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Swift For The Sun 




Blurb:

Benjamin Lector imagines himself a smuggler, a gun runner, and an all-around scoundrel. A preacher’s son turned criminal, first and foremost, he is a survivor. 
When Benjamin is shipwrecked on Dread Island, fortune sends an unlikely savior—a blond savage who is everything Benjamin didn’t know he needed. Falling in love with Sun is easy. But pirates have come looking for the remains of Benjamin’s cargo, and they find their former slave, Sun, instead.

Held captive by the pirates, Benjamin learns the depths of Sun’s past and the horrors he endured and was forced to perpetrate. Together, they must not only escape, but prevent a shipment of weapons from making its way to rebellious colonists. Benjamin is determined to save the man he loves and ensure that a peaceful future together is never threatened again. To succeed might require the unthinkable—an altruistic sacrifice.




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An Eye on the Market: Where to send your work


I employ several strategies to track markets looking for poetry, short fiction, and novels. I’ve found this beneficial for several reasons:
  1. Following market calls gives me a “lay of the land” overview of what the markets are, the kinds of things they are looking for, and the rates they are paying.
  2. Reminds me regularly to keep writing and submitting (and also to sell reprints when they fit a call).
  3. Inspires me with interesting/unique calls that speak to my creative curiosity and send me to the keyboard.


Searchable Submission Databases

There’s always a deadline I’m working on, so going to a specific website to search for a home for a story often falls to the wayside for me because I rarely make the time. I know it’s the thing I should be doing—writing and polishing a story, then searching for just the right professional-paying market for it. For those of you able to schedule this for yourself, you should check out Duotrope, The Submission Grinder, and Submittable.


Duotrope is a service you must pay for, but it has an ever-expanding database of poetry and non-fiction markets that is unmatched by other sites I have used. You can refine your search in a variety of ways to select the markets most likely to buy a particular piece. You can also enter what you have sent to which markets for tracking purposes and find out how long it usually takes a market to respond.


The Submission Grinder has become the “go to” for my friends because it’s still free—and it covers mostly genre markets from scifi to historical. Like Duotrope, it is custom-searchable and you can use it for tracking.
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