Sunday, April 30, 2017

Audiobook ARC Review: Where There's Smoke by Cari Z.

Where There's Smoke (Panopolis, #1)
From the blurb:

Panopolis is a rough place to be an average Joe. I came here looking for adventure and excitement, but nobody cares about one more normal guy in a city filled with super-powered heroes. The closest I’ve come to glory is working in a bank that villains often rob.

But then I maybe accidentally-on-purpose helped a villain escape the hero who was trying to save the day. Imagine my shock when, a week later, that villain asked me out for coffee. One date turned into more, and now I’m head over heels in love with Raul.

Falling in love with the guy dubbed the Mad Bombardier isn’t without its downsides, though. I’ve had to deal with near-death encounters with other villains, awkwardly flirtatious heroes who won’t take no for an answer, and a lover I’m not sure I can trust. It’s getting to the point where I know I’ll have to make a choice: side with the heroes, or stand fast by my villain.

Either way, I think my days as a normal guy are over.

Heather's rating:

What if instead of rooting for the heroes, you cheered for the villains. What if you fell in love with one?

Unlike a lot of readers, I'm not a comic book fan. I have an embarrassingly small knowledge base about superheros and graphic novels, and unless it is common superhero knowledge at a Kindergarten level, I don't know about it.

Honestly, I shouldn't have liked this story... but I did.

ARC Review: Darkest Hour Before Dawn by Charlie Cochet

From The Blurb:
THIRDS Team Leader Sebastian Hobbs and Chief Medical Examiner Hudson Colbourn are as much in love now as they were nearly seven years ago when a tragic event on the job destroyed their relationship. The two drift together only to be pulled apart time and time again. When Hudson draws the interest of dangerous enemies, both within and outside the organization, Seb wants nothing more than to protect the man who still means everything to him. 
As life and death events, an uncertain future, and startling truths draw Hudson and Seb to each other yet again, they must make a choice: trust their love and take strength from what they share, or lose what matters most for good this time.

Karen's rating:

I was so excited to finally get to this one. Seb and Hudson have been floating around in the background since the very beginning of THIRDS and it's not secret that they have a history...a very strong history. So finally here we are at their story and in general I loved it.

I loved seeing more of Seb and...oops, here's where I ran into a surprise...I can't really say this was a problem because that would imply that it affected how much I enjoyed the story and ironically this didn't but I was surprised to find that part way through this I was a little less than enchanted with Hudson. Up until now I'd liked him but in 'Darkest Hour Before the Dawn' I felt like Hudson was being shown to us at times in a bit of a different light...he's got flaws. I mean really? Who knew? Hudson's not perfect and I have to say I was ok with this mostly because he did begin to see that the things that other people were telling him weren't meant to be cruel or mean but they were things that he needed to see about himself because like anyone he wasn't perfect and he wasn't always right. Seb had his flaws as well but thankfully when it came to Hudson patience wasn't one of them. I liked that by the end of it all both of these men were just like so many people. Not perfect just two men trying to do their best and be the best person they could for themselves and for each other.

There were so many questions answered in this story and of course some new ones arose as well. Once again along with giving us another couples story Ms Cochet has added on to the bridge that's taking us from what was and what is to what's will be. I'm honestly not sure how things are going to play out but with the addition of TIN and the things that have been revealed in this book I'm pretty sure it's going to be one hella' good ride.

Release Blitz: Screwing The System by Josephine Myles

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK 

Length: 228 pages

Cover Design: Harper By Design


When Boss meets brat…

Forced to apply for a job he doesn’t want, Cosmo Rawlins has only one aim in mind: fail the interview and get back to making music. But his attempt to shock the sexy, sharp-suited Alasdair Grant has a very different result.

Instead of getting thrown out of the office for flaunting an interest in BDSM, Cosmo finds himself on his knees, apologizing to the most dominant man he’s ever met.

Alasdair has more important things on his mind than training a novice sub, especially a rebellious bad boy like Cosmo. But there’s something beneath the youngster’s bratty attitude that fascinates him.

As Alasdair takes Cosmo in hand—and for a wild ride on his Harley—he becomes obsessed with bending the young rocker to his will, both in and out of bed. But while Cosmo might enjoy the kink, he’s not up for becoming Alasdair’s household slave.

When Alasdair goes one demand too far, Cosmo is gone in a cloud of dust. Forcing Alasdair to admit that earning Cosmo’s loyalty—and love—will involve the toughest challenge he’s ever faced.

Warning: This title contains an overbearing Top with a less than glamorous job, a rebellious brat who refuses to call him sir, and a total lack of high-end BDSM clubs or playrooms. Expect floggings over the kitchen table instead. Written in Jo’s usual exceedingly “English” English.

NB. This book is a re-release.


Cosmo crossed his ankle over his knee and began humming. It wasn’t deliberately to annoy the blonde chick behind the reception desk. No, he’d had this tune buzzing around in his head ever since waking, but what with having to come along to this interview for a piece-of-shit job, he hadn’t had a chance to get it down yet. That was why he couldn’t hold down regular employment, see? It wasn’t laziness or stupidity, no matter what his old teachers might have said. Nah, he was just one of those creative types. He’d told that to Irene—she was his advisor at the Jobcentre. He’d told her he was looking for jobs that would utilize his musical skills. She’d said, “In High Wycombe? Dream on, Cosmo,” and told him he had to put down a wider range of acceptable jobs or she’d bloody well do it for him.

In the end, she had started to arrange interviews for him, which explained why he was sitting here, waiting to be interrogated about his suitability as a “sanitary disposal operative”—in other words, the poor sod who had to go around emptying bins in ladies’ toilets.

Fuck that.

The skinny bloke who’d gone in before him loped out of the shuttered office and hightailed it across the lobby to freedom. Cosmo sighed and popped a stick of gum into his mouth. Fresh breath, see? It looked like he was making an effort so he’d get brownie points, but chewing gum during an interview was guaranteed to piss off pretty much every manager out there. As was asking how many cigarette breaks you got per hour.

“Mr. Rawlins?” the blonde chick called. “Mr. Grant will see you now.”

Cosmo stood and smoothed down his black drainpipe trousers. He even had a well-ironed shirt and tie on. Thing was, he’d discovered that on him, the smart clothes and grade-two haircut made him look less like a good little worker and more like a thug. He’d probably get a job as a bouncer if that was what he was going for—not that he had the intimidating build or anything, but he looked well hard, what with the couple of scars on his chin and the one across his eyebrow from fighting off angry closet cases, plus he could do a mean stare if he felt the need.

But he had other tricks up his sleeve too. Quite literally. Cosmo massaged his sore wrists and headed on into the boss man’s office, giving Blondie a huge grin on the way. She smiled back, all coy-like. Barking up the wrong tree there, love.

Mr. Grant, on the other hand… There was a tree he wouldn’t mind barking up. Or climbing up, more like. He was huge and had to be old enough to be his dad, which wasn’t actually all that old, seeing as how his dad was only fifteen when he got his fourteen-year-old excuse for a mother up the duff. But this wasn’t some fat old geezer with white hair bristling out of his nostrils. Mr. Grant wasn’t big like that. He was built like a bricklayer, all broad chest and shoulders bunched with powerful muscles. It was obvious, even with his body covered up by the fancy suit, he spent time down the gym.

“Cosmo Rawlins,” the boss-man said, holding out a huge hand, which swallowed up Cosmo’s in a warm and firm handshake. What a grip. Cosmo had all kinds of naughty thoughts about where else he’d like to feel a hand like that and wondered whether getting a boner in the interview would be something this Mr. Grant would report back to Irene. Best not take the chance. “I’m Alasdair Grant. Please take a seat.”

Usually these things were done across a desk, but Mr. Grant didn’t seem to need the prop to boost his ego and had a load of comfy chairs arranged around a giant coffee table at one end of his office. The man was clearly doing all right for himself. Cosmo could have fit the entire ground floor of his shared house in there and still had room to swing a cat in. Not that he believed in cruelty to animals or anything.

“Nice place you’ve got here,” Cosmo said as he settled into the chair indicated.

“Thanks. It’s taken me a decade to build this company up, but we’re now the largest sanitary services operation in the South East.”

Cosmo tried not to look too impressed, but it was bloody difficult not to when faced with the sight of Alasdair Grant seated across from him, like a stern George Clooney with that handsome face, cropped salt-and-pepper hair and designer stubble so thick it was bordering on beard territory. He had these sharp grey eyes fixed on Cosmo. It was unnerving, sitting there with the bloke looking at him like that.

Was Boss-man checking him out? Yes, definitely, but Cosmo was buggered if he could tell if it was purely a professional assessment or if there was a more salacious interest lurking in his gaze. Alasdair Grant didn’t have a wedding band, but Cosmo wasn’t going to read too much into that.

“So, Cosmo, has your advisor at the Jobcentre let you know exactly what the job entails?”

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:


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

--- 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.

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


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.


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

Kindle Weekly Deals~ Week of 4/22/17- 4/28/17

"Puddle Jumping" by Amber L. Johnson- YA, contemporary romance~ Price drop to FREE!

"Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas" by Bey Deckard- M/M/M, historical fantasy~ Price drop to $0.99!

"Like a Lover" by Jay Northcote- M.M, contemporary romance~ Price drop to FREE!

Blogtour: Vodka & Handcuffs by Brandon Witt

Please give a warm welcome to Brandon Witt and 

Vodka & Handcuffs 

Mary's Boys #2 


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 


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


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


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


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.


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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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.


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?
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