Release Blitz – The Sheltering Tree by J.R. Lawrie

A big welcome to J.R. Lawrie as part of her release blitz with Signal Boost Promotions for The Sheltering Tree.

 

Publisher: Carnation Books
Cover Design: J.R. Lawrie
Length: 140,000 words approx.
Blurb
The heart of Alastair Harding’s life is duty. Becoming the first gay chief of the Metropolitan police has required certain sacrifices, but Alastair made them willingly. If his life now lacks human connections, he can’t exactly complain—and it’s a little too late for regrets.

Jay Fieldhouse knows all about sacrifice, too. Brought to London for his own safety by witness protection, Jay’s grassroots charity works day and night to save vulnerable kids from a life of crime. But getting close to other people is tough when no one really knows who you are.

When he meets Alastair one night at a charity event, Jay is intrigued by his glimpse of a gentle soul beneath the commissioner’s uniform. The two men decide to run their lonely paths side by side for a while—after all, life is short and good sex is hard to come by.
Then the shadows of the past begin to stir, and the words which go unsaid might be Jay and Alastair’s undoing.

The Sheltering Tree is J.R. Lawrie’s first full length novel, following her beloved debut anthology, Let Your Heart Be Light.



J. R. Lawrie graduated from the University of Leeds in 2011 and now lives in York, UK, writing LGBTQ fiction. 

LET YOUR HEART BE LIGHT, J.R.’s debut anthology, was published by Carnation Books in 2019, followed by THE SHELTERING TREE in April 2021. 
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Release Blitz – If A Butterfly Don’t Fly by Mell Eight

A big welcome to Mell Eight as part of her release blitz with IndiGo Marketing and Design for If A Butterfly Don’t Fly from NineStar Press.

Title: If A Butterfly Don’t Fly

Series: Out of Underhill, Book Two

Author: Mell Eight

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 04/05/2021

Heat Level: 1 – No Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 41600

Genre: Fantasy, LGBTQIA+, Fae/faeries, mythical creatures, disabilities, magic, performance arts, security guard, musicians

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Merridy has always loved music but can’t sing. The only job in the music business he can get is as a security guard for the Bard and Sons, a premier record label. He keeps their secrets and patrols their hallways, always wishing for a big break he knows will never come.

Changeling’s Court is a brand new band struggling to record their first single. Merridy chances upon a scrap of their lyrics without accompanying music notes and can’t help composing a simple melody for them. If he’s found out, he’ll probably get fired.

Instead, he finds himself in a strange new world of magic and faeries—and danger.

Excerpt

If A Butterfly Don’t Fly
Mell Eight © 2021
All Rights Reserved

Music was embedded in the very fibers of the building.

Merridy took a deep breath as he stepped out of the stairwell and onto the first floor of practice rooms and felt the remnants of the notes played on instruments and sung into microphones swirling around him. They chimed in his ears and seemed to fill the air with a shine he could almost reach out and touch. Merridy wanted to touch it so badly, but instead, he let out his breath and smoothed down the front of his security guard uniform before reaching for the door handle that led into the first private lounge, which belonged to a soloist named Amaryllis.

As he stepped inside, Merridy saw Amaryllis’s bra hanging from the back of a chair. It was lacy across the tops of the cups, the sort of bra that, if the front of her shirt slipped while she was sweaty from singing onstage under the hot lights, might look like a fancy camisole peeking through.

Normally, Merridy didn’t mind the overnight shift as a security guard at the headquarters of the Bard and Sons. There wasn’t anyone else around as he walked through the halls half lit by security lighting and the ambient light that filtered in through the windows from the parking lot outside. He enjoyed the quiet and the solitude—and the music. He couldn’t sing any of the notes aloud, of course, but he could hear each note in his head as if the musicians were still hard at work. Sometimes he took the notes he heard and wrote them down; he had notebooks full of songs he’d heard, of notes that had twined through his mind, all put down onto the bar lines preprinted on staff paper and filed on his bookshelves at home.

He wasn’t used to running into women’s underwear, though. Today, all he had expected coming in was the rather minor suspense of the new band taking over the lone empty practice room. Any sort of excitement to break up the monotony of walking in circles all night was a relief, and finding out what type of band—pop, rock, country—had moved in would be the highlight of his evening. He wanted to know what the remnants of their music would sound like when he stepped into their empty practice lounge, and if it was as good as he hoped, he was looking forward to buying their soundtrack to hear it firsthand.

Of course, what he really wanted was to be playing in his own band in the light of day, rather than sneaking hints of the sounds of other bands as he walked through each room at night, but he was taking what little he could get and trying to enjoy it as best he could.

He quickly checked the rest of the room to make sure it was completely empty, which included looking behind doors and inside the full wardrobe. Merridy closed the wardrobe doors, took one more look around the cluttered lounge, and hurried back into the hallway.

Merridy unhooked his keys from his belt and made sure the lounge door was firmly locked. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pad of organizer tabs, the ones usually used to keep school notes organized. He chose a red tab and yanked it free of the roll before sticking it to the underside of Amaryllis’s nameplate. It would warn anyone arriving in the morning that this door should remain closed and locked until Amaryllis herself came to clean up her mess. Not even the morning custodian was allowed to go in to vacuum.

A bra was fairly innocuous, but given who it belonged to, it would probably sell for big bucks online. Merridy’s simple red tab would keep anyone stupid enough to try—like the sound mixer who had been selling used drumsticks on eBay a few months back—from having the opportunity.

With Amaryllis’s room done, Merridy continued down the hallway to the next door. It opened to reveal one of the two recording studios on the floor. He wasn’t allowed to touch any of the electrical parts, like the blinking lights or the slides on the sound mixer board. He didn’t know what any of the buttons did, and if he inadvertently ruined a project left unfinished overnight, he would be in major trouble.

He walked past the electronics and into the inner studio, where the instruments and the microphones for the singers were located. He could almost hear what the room sounded like when the instruments were playing—guitars riffing, drums pounding, and the simple note of a piano or bass holding it all together. The melodies would soar, reverberating through the room as a singer crooned into the mesh-fronted mic stand. Merridy knew what that sounded like from the dozens of auditions he had tried out for, and he’d reveled in each and every experience, but it didn’t matter how good he was on keys or strings. Once the band found out he couldn’t sing, somehow he was never actually chosen.

The imagined music faded from Merridy’s thoughts as that harsh dose of reality set in. He quickly checked that the inner studio was also empty of people and continued on. He left the studio door as he’d found it: unlocked and tab-free. There wasn’t anything sensitive to hide there.

Merridy checked behind every door—including the janitor’s closet—for trespassers. Very famous, platinum-selling artists used the studio space or kept practice lounges in the building. Rabid fans and competitors alike would kill and bribe for even the slightest glimpse of what Merridy saw every night. Some things Merridy wished he could unsee. Stars were very strange people, and he didn’t envy the custodians who had to clean up after them.

He finished his round of the floor where he had originally started, at the lone staircase in the corner. There was an elevator on the other side, but Merridy had to take the stairs up to the second floor first to ensure they were clear. He input his code into the keypad on the door to tell the other security guard manning the phones and desk in the lobby downstairs that he had finished the floor before heading farther upstairs.

The next two floors were comprised of more studio space. He had to flag one room on the third floor where someone had left a bong and some weed lying on a table next to a guitar.

He headed to the fourth floor, which was an exact replica of the prior two. Merridy walked to the first doorway and popped it open with a grimace. Soul Sound was a hard-rocking, hard-partying band, and their practice studio still sounded like it. The music floating through the air was a little shrieky, with high-pitched runs of the guitar accompanied by deep-throated screaming into the microphone. There were plenty of people who liked screamer rock, but Merridy just couldn’t find enough of the melody floating through his mind to enjoy it himself. He tried not to listen for as long as he could manage while he flipped open doors and checked behind furniture.

The job of a security guard was boring and monotonous, and often weird. This first walkthrough of all the rooms was the most interesting part of his night, because he never knew just what he would find behind each closed door. After the surprise was gone, the hours slowly trickled by until the sun rose. The daytime security guards, who only had to sit at the desk in the lobby unless an issue occurred upstairs, would arrive, and Merridy could go home to sleep.

He swept all the rooms on the floor like usual, luckily not seeing anything too startling, until he reached the final door. The nameplate he was used to was gone, and the blank rectangle of wall where it used to be was slightly darker than the paint around it. It had been carefully removed; the holes for the screws didn’t look torn or destroyed. Merridy turned and opened the studio door.

The furniture was different, too, as were the instruments scattered across the room. Antiquities and Wine—the country band that the space belonged to—had needed banjo stands, but those were now replaced by an upright piano. A leather jacket, another thing that didn’t fit with Antiquities and Wine’s chosen image, had been carelessly left across the back of the new couch.

Antiquities and Wine had moved to new studio space recently built farther south, Merridy remembered suddenly. That tidbit of information had gone out in the company’s weekly internal email bulletin. A new band had already taken the space. Merridy wondered who they were. The space felt quiet, almost anticipatory, as the old notes in the air faded without Antiquities and Wine there to renew them. The new band hadn’t yet begun to fill the space with their own sound.

He walked farther into the room, seeing four guitars—a bass, two electric, and one acoustic—on stands and a drum snare on top of the new piano. They were probably a pop-rock or rock band. In the back of the room, near the private bathroom, was a desk strewn with staff paper. Many of the sheets had been crumpled into balls and tossed aside. The ones still flat on the desk had dozens of cross-outs, some lines excessively crossed, the pen having cut deep.

Songwriting obviously wasn’t going too well for the new band.

Well. Either they’d figure it out, or they’d get out. That was the way the business worked. They had been given their chance with the nice studio. If the band blew it, too bad. It was more of a chance than Merridy had ever had. He sighed and resolutely pushed his jealousy away before heading into the bathroom to double-check it was empty. Merridy had a good job. Just because he wanted to switch places with someone in the new band wasn’t reason enough to let resentment simmer and ruin his night. The sink, toilet, and glassed-in shower stall hid no one, so he turned to head back out.

There was one piece of regular lined paper on the desk next to the bathroom door that wasn’t crumpled or covered in pencil scratches. Merridy couldn’t help stopping to read the four simple lines handwritten there.

In my dreams, I know you see me,

And in my hopes, you’ll hold my hand.

Reality hits, so does the truth:

You and me will never be we.

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When Mell Eight was in high school, she discovered dragons. Beautiful, wondrous creatures that took her on epic adventures both to faraway lands and on journeys of the heart. Mell wanted to create dragons of her own, so she put pen to paper. Mell Eight is now known for her own soaring dragons, as well as for other wonderful characters dancing across the pages of her books. While she mostly writes paranormal or fantasy stories, she has been seen exploring the real world once or twice.

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Audiobook Tour – Unbreak Me by Maria Vickers

A big welcome to Maria Vickers as part of her audiobook tour with Gay Book Promotions for Unbreak Me.

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Book Title: Unbreak Me

Author: Maria Vickers

Publisher: Self-published

Narrator: Andrew Joseph Perez

Release Date: March 10, 2021

Genre: Contemporary paranormal (One of the MCs is a ghost)

Trope/s: Second chance, ghost story

Themes: Moving on, loss, forgiveness

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 6 hours and 14 minutes

It is a standalone story.

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Two broken hearts, one wandering soul.

 

Blurb

They were supposed to be together forever. That was the plan, but through a cruel twist of fate the night before their three-year anniversary, Tex Davis lost the one man he would ever love, Memphis King. A year has passed and he still hasn’t been able to move on. Everyone tells him it’s time, but what do they know? Memphis was his partner in love and life. Losing him, broke Tex.

Tex has been given an opportunity to move from New York to Seattle. His friends and family are encouraging him to take it, but he has already decided to decline the offer because that would mean leaving Memphis behind.

Then something happened.

Whether it be fate or something else, Memphis came back to him. Tex’s first love is supposed to help him move on, but not even Memphis can bring himself to force Tex to let him go.

Is it so wrong to want to spend forever with the person you loved most? Both hearts are begging to be unbroken.

 

About the Author

Maria Vickers is a bestselling and award-winning author who currently resides in St. Louis, MO with her pug, Spencer Tracy. She has always had a passion for writing and after she became disabled in 2010, she decided to use writing as her escape. Life is about what you make of it, you have to live it to the fullest no matter the circumstances.

From a young age, she has always loved books and even dreamed of being an author when she was younger. Growing up in the Navy, she used to weave tales for her siblings and her friends about anything and everything. And when she wasn’t creating her own stories, she had a book in her hand. They transported her to another world. She hopes that her readers will have the same experience when reading her stories, and that, in some way, they can relate to her characters.

Getting sick changed her life forever, but it also opened doors for her that she thought would always be out of reach.

 

 

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About the Narrator

Andrew Joseph Perez is an actor, singer, stuntman, and advocate based in Los Angeles. Originally from a suburb of Sacramento, he studied Drama at Seattle University before working regionally in theaters from San Francisco, CA to St. Petersburg, FL. He’s toured internationally with Armed Forces Entertainment and has voiced characters for Netflix, Playstation, X-Box, and others in projects ranging from Dynasty Warriors to Gundam. In addition to his performance work, Perez is also an advocate for the disabled and a fundraiser and partner with the Movember Foundation, fighting Prostate Cancer, Testicular Cancer, and suicide in men worldwide (mobro.co/andrewjperez).

You can find him on Instagram and Youtube @andrewjosephperez, and on Twitter, Facebook, and the web @andrewjperez or andrewjperez.com. Follow, subscribe, and stay tuned for upcoming projects, or join his Patreon, also @andrewjosephperez, for exclusive behind-the-scenes content, extras, and secret releases and updates.

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Blogging at Dawn’s Reading Nook about Echoes Rising

I’m blogging about writing a series, and in particular Echoes Rising over at Dawn’s Reading Nook.

Check out the post here.

Thanks, Dawn, for hosting me.

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Release Blitz – Wild by Kenzie Macallan

A big welcome to Kenzie Macallan as part of her release blitz with Enticing Journey Book Promotions for Wild.

Title: Wild, a Deep 8 Novel
Author: Kenzie Macallan
Genre: Romance Suspense
Release Date: April 6, 2021
Cover Design: TE Black Designs

She leaped into a war zone to get the story. He’ll endure hell to bring her home. Sparks fly, but will romance die on the wrong side of a bullet?
Security firm owner Sean Knight always follows the action. So the former Navy SEAL doesn’t hesitate to head to Afghanistan to extract a world renowned hacker. But when he finds his childhood best friend is being held captive, old feelings come flooding back and he’ll protect her with his life.
Investigator reporter Jess Wilander doesn’t lack courage. So when she discovers her sister’s been kidnapped by an Afghan warlord, she agrees to write an article on him in order to stage a rescue. But her plans go sideways when the man sent to get them out is the guy who secretly broke her heart.
As Sean seeks a way to free everyone, his growing attraction to the one regret from his past threatens to jeopardize the mission. And though Jess yearns to share her heart with him, she struggles to trust he won’t betray her again.
Can these friends become lovers and make it out alive to finally find happily ever after?
WILD is the first book in the pulse-pounding Deep 8 romantic suspense series. If you like steamy scenes, action-packed plots, and love rising above violence, then you’ll adore Kenzie Macallan’s scintillating tale.

“This hot read had a well written and well-planned plot with characters that were created with detail and depth that had me hooked from the very beginning of this outstanding book!” – Pat W., BookBub, 5 stars

“Intrigue, danger, love and all the other exciting & entertaining elements needed for a terrific read! Characters are strong, story line is dynamic. There must be more books on this series!” – Klcarden, BookBub, 5 stars

Kenzie Macallan has launched her first series filled with action, suspense, and secrets with wicked twists and turns. Hot romance is always part of the equation. Her next series, Deep 8, takes readers on a trip around the world.
She studied undergraduate and graduate at schools on the East Coast of the U.S. in fields such as biology, psychology, fine arts, and education. Balancing a full-time job and writing is a struggle but one well worth it.
Kenzie lives with her husband in New England and is a huge dog lover. She has been fortunate enough to travel all over the world to places like Africa, Greece, Switzerland, Holland, France, England and, Scotland.
It’s all led to an overactive imagination. Creativity seems to be part of her soul as she paints portraits and takes photographs. Cooking is not her forte but she can bake up a storm. They have all added to her storytelling especially when writing about strong women and alpha men. She looks forward to adding to her adventures with her readers.
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The Elven King’s Love by Devon Vesper

A big welcome to Devon Vesper as part of her tour with Gay Romance Reviews Tours for The Elven’s King’s Love.

Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
The Elven King’s Love
By Devon Vesper

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Fated Elves, Book 2

A former king must learn to compromise or lose his mate forever.

Living in a grand castle is awesome. But after a while, Dustin, a guy accustomed to hard physical labor surrounded by co-workers he considers family, can’t handle staying home and nearly isolated without going absolutely insane. Dustin yearns for more freedom, but Casersis restricts him for his safety.

Casersis longs for a soulbond so badly his soul feels like an open wound. But he fears Dustin will refuse him, or worse, run away screaming when he learns what the soulbond entails. To avoid his worries, Casersis takes Dustin on dates. If Dustin is busy having fun, he can’t hound Casersis for why he’s always so sad. Or so Casersis thinks.

When Casersis and Dustin accidentally soulbond, neither of them are prepared. Dustin isn’t fully an elf yet. The soulbond’s ancient magic ravages Dustin’s body, sending him into random fits of excruciating pain. And if they don’t find a way to compromise about Dustin’s freedom, it may just be too late.

This 70,000-word non-shifter omegaverse novel is set in a world where mpreg (male pregnancy) is a fact of life. However, this series does not end with a baby or pregnancy.

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But when I neared the gym, I heard his heavy footfalls as he ran on one of the treadmills. When I entered, his scent surrounded me—clove, clean sweat, and musk. Gods, I wanted to get lost in his scent.

He glanced over and grinned at me. “See something you like?”

I chuckled and leaned against the wall next to the door. “I do. Should I show you how much I like what I see?”

Dustin winked at me as he stopped the treadmill. He wiped down his face with the towel hanging on one of the arms and sauntered toward me with a sure, confident stride. I loved the way he made me feel hunted. And I would always want him to capture me. He already had.

“What’s up?”

Grinning, I stepped closer and stole a sweet kiss that made Dustin sigh and made our bond sing between us. “I thought we might go on a date. Go get into something comfortable that you won’t mind getting dirty. And pack a bag with toiletries, towels, shorts and a t-shirt, and warm things you don’t mind getting filthy.”

“Are you taking me to another gym?” he asked, his eyes narrowed.

I chuckled. “No. But you will be showering after, and you’ll need a nice pair of slacks and a sweater for the last half of our date. You’ll also need very warm clothes that you don’t mind getting filthy. And layers. Add as many as you can while still allowing you to move freely. So, pack a bag, and I’ll meet you at your door in twenty minutes.”

He kissed me, licked into my mouth, and drank down my moan. Then he pulled back and kissed the side of my neck. “Showering there or not, I’d better take one here before we go doing anything. I stink.”

I leaned in and sniffed his neck. His scent wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, and I purred. “I quite like the way you smell after working out.”

He rolled his eyes and fought off a smile. “You’re weird.”

Grinning, I playfully pushed him toward the door. “Go on. Shower quickly.”

He kissed me again and left me feeling lightheaded from the love that flowed through our bond. It was a heady thing, one that made me feel lighter than air as I went to my room, following my trotting mate more sedately since I had already showered.

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About the Author:

If there’s one thing Devon likes most, it’s chaos. She has a chaotic mind, messy house, and throws her characters into every calamitous situation possible. When she isn’t writing, she’s editing or formatting other authors’ works, building websites, creating graphics, reading, playing video games, or watching Fortnite streams on Twitch. She likes to stay busy. So yes. Chaos.

Starting in 2003, Devon turned her writing bug away from poetry and online role play in chat rooms to write her first novel. Yes, it was trash, but the process of learning to edit that piece of garbage spurred her to learn more and more. By 2013, she read an author by the name of Raythe Reign, and somehow, Raythe’s stories finally made all that learning in Devon’s mind click. She wrote her first semi-salable book in two weeks. The next in ten days, and by the beginning of 2014, had seven books written.

Were they all trash? No, but she’s in the process of rewriting them, and has already written one, turning Duty and Sacrifice into three books of a nine-book series, The God Jars Saga. Those three books were followed by more, and the last two books in the series will be published in the first quarter of 2019.

Born on a Navy base in Patuxent River, Maryland, Devon has traveled the world, living in Sigonella, Sicily for three years, and visiting many European countries before moving back to the states around the age of seven. She’s lived in Florida for sixteen years, Oklahoma for a year, and Pennsylvania for the rest. She graduated from surgical technology school near the top of her class in 2004, and uses her medical and worldly knowledge to enrich her books whenever possible. Being the worldly woman she is, and having spent most of her teens as a broody goth, Devon has four tattoos, nine piercings, loves techno, electronica, dubstep, and similar music genres, and has an incurable internet addiction.

She builds her own computers, can’t stand Mac-anything unless it’s to format books in Vellum, and purple and black are her favorite colors, though that can change to burgundy and gray depending on the day. Since she has bipolar disorder, PTSD, social anxiety disorder, general anxiety disorder, clinical depression, and has trouble leaving her house due to all that, Devon works full time as an author and editor, and spends as much time as she can talking to other authors and her readers.

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Book Review – Bump in the Night by Meredith Spies


Medium at Large #1
Publisher: Indie
Pages: 244
Characters: Lake/Knight
POV: 1st
Genre: Paranormal, Series

Blurb:
Julian:
Get a PhD in anthropology, kids, and you, too can end up unemployed and on your brother in law’s ghost hunting reality show. Well, technically, it’s not his show. It’s Oscar Fellowes’ show. An internet-famous medium, Fellowes has signed on with my brother in law’s production company so his show will be on the UnReality Channel. Enter me, Julian Weems, professional skeptic. Skeptic sounds better than “disgraced professor who didn’t even last a year.” Fellowes is nothing like I expected and everything I could have possibly wanted. Too bad I don’t believe in ghosts.

Oscar:
I never wanted my little web series to get famous. I had enough of people wanting pieces of me back when my grandmother was selling my talent to the highest bidders at parties and events around Europe. The entire proposal from Wish Granted Productions rubbed me the wrong way–why would we need a professional skeptic following us around? I had enough problems with the amateur ones sending me hate mail, thank you very much. Julian Weems, though, is something else. Absolutely nothing like I’d feared and maybe more than I imagined.

When an attempt at filming a haunted house investigation for UnReality t.v.’s new series, Bump in the Night, takes a decidedly pear-shaped turn, Julian and Oscar find themselves untangling a century-old spate of deaths and something darker that only the living could create.

Bump in the Night is a contemporary paranormal MM romance featuring an unemployed professor who ends up on a ghost hunting program as their professional skeptic and an internet-famous medium who would rather be anywhere else. Hints of insta-lust with a HEA.

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This is the first book I’ve read by this author and I’m hooked. I loved Julian and Oscar’s story, which was a mix of paranormal, mystery, and romance. I’m already looking forward to more in this series.

I became invested in their story very quickly, and I liked how their preconceptions of each other didn’t match up with the person they met. Their attraction is immediate and mutual, although it takes them a while to act on it. I thought both of them were wonderfully quirky. I loved Oscar’s dress sense. It’s lovely and old fashioned and suits him. I love how he interacts with the ghosts, and that he’s very much the real deal, and it comes with consequences. I enjoyed seeing Julian in his element when he gets the opportunity to shine and show that he does know his chosen topic, and it covers a wider scope than most people think. The part when they’re exchanging nerdy geek quotes is very sweet.

I also liked Ezra who is much more than he appears and has talents of his own. I’d like to see a book from his perspective. CeCe, Julian’s sister is a great character. I liked her and her interactions with Julian too. She’s a strong character in her own right. The less said about Daniel and Cynthia the better.

I thought the mystery was very clever, and I liked the way it unfolded. Although I guessed some of it, and who one of the characters was, it added to my enjoyment of the story, rather than detracting to it. I loved how the townspeople played their part in putting the pieces together.

5 out of 5 stars.

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Teaser Tuesday – 6/5/21 – Family and Reflection

This week’s #teasertuesday is from Family and Reflection, book 3 of The Sleepless City series I wrote with Elizabeth Noble.

A loud knock sounded at the front door.

“Now what?” Lucas muttered.

Boggs materialized in front of them. He looked annoyed. “There are two gentlemen at the door,” he said. “I don’t know who exactly they are, but I heard them talking before they knocked. They’re from the council.”

“I already apologized about that weird stuff in the garbage,” Lucas said.

“Not that council.” Boggs rolled his eyes. “The other one.”

“The Supernatural Council?” Declan was on his feet immediately. “Did you hear what they wanted?”

“I didn’t wait around to find out. I figured you’d appreciate some advance warning instead.” Boggs liked the Supernatural Council about as much as they all did.

Declan turned to Lucas. “I’ll deal with this. You’ve had enough of werewolf politics for one day.” The council was supposed to be equally ruled by werewolves, vampires, and humans, but the reality was somewhat different. When Jacob Coate said something, the rest of the council tended to listen, despite the bitching that went on about it afterward.

That was one thing he hadn’t missed while away from Boggslake, although in fairness the Supernatural Council in Paris wasn’t much better. He swore they were all cut from the same cloth. Jonas had said once that he could imagine them filling in their application forms when they’d joined up. “Bigot.” Check the box. “Asshole.” Another checked box.

It was almost a shame it wasn’t as simple as that. Hundreds of years of tradition and rules passed on to each new generation. Joy.

By the time Declan reached the door, Boggs had made himself scarce again. If he had any sense, he’d stay in the kitchen with Lucas, especially as there was a fair chance the council’s errand boys would be able to see him. The Supernatural Council didn’t appear to know Boggs existed, and it was better it stayed that way.

“Can I help you, gentlemen?” Declan said politely after he opened the door.

A couple of werewolves. Wonderful. He didn’t recognize either of them, but that wasn’t unexpected. Neither looked that old. They’d probably both been in diapers the last time Declan had had any direct contact with the council.

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The Harder We Fall by Rebecca Raine

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Book Title: The Harder We Fall

Author: Rebecca Raine

Cover Artist: Bec Rivers

Release Date: March 29, 2021

Genre: MM Romance

Trope: Hurt/Comfort

Themes: Grief, Penance, Personal Growth

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 70,000 words

It is a standalone book.

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For years, I’ve been bound by sleeplessness and sorrow. His voice threatens to set me free.

Blurb

Insomnia. It’s part of the penance I pay for my greatest mistake. But when an ill-timed doze behind the wheel of my car nearly introduces me to a pole, I know something has to change.

Sleep with Me, a locally-made meditation app, promises a cure. I don’t expect it to work. Nor do I expect to become enthralled by the voice of its creator, Sam Stephenson. His ability to coax forth my nightly surrender is unnerving. I have to meet this man and learn the secret behind his techniques, so I can evict him from my head—and still get a good night’s sleep.

In person, the quiet and reclusive Sam is his own kind of complicated. He needs my business skills as much as I need his meditation skills and we forge an unlikely partnership. But the attraction between us soon flares into passion and, as we grow closer, I start to long for more than my guilty conscience will allow.

I have no right to love, not after the damage I’ve done. How can I give Sam all he deserves, when our chance at a happy ending was ruined before we even met?

Excerpt

“We’re running out of time.”

“So, we are,” I say with a false show of surprise. “It’s my fault, of course.” I pause, trying to figure out how to word the next part without making it obvious this was part of my plan all along. “I could always email you the questions. Then you can take as long as you like to answer them. After you send them back, I’ll write up a plan and we can meet again to discuss it.”

He looks aghast at the idea. “That’s a lot of work. I don’t want to take up too much of your time.”

“Actually, Sam, I’m the one asking for more of your time.” I brandish my most charming smile. It’s worked on men in the past, though I’m not usually trying this hard for the win. Desperation may have knocked the polish off.

Sam’s mouth drops open and somehow he manages to look panicked and thrilled at the same time. “You want to see me again?” he asks. “For the quid pro quo, I mean.”

“If you don’t mind.” I try to look calm, but my pulse is roaring like an express train. If he says no, I’m screwed. “I know this is all a bit odd, me coming to you the way I have. I suppose I hoped, once we met, you might be willing to give this whole process some more time.”

He shifts in his chair again, his gaze dropping. There’s no sign of his earlier trepidation, though, only a subtle wariness. “This was never going to be one hour, was it?”

“Not really, no,” I say, surprised at my honesty. “Not if we’re both going to get what we want from this.”

I can feel his attention all over me, even with his gaze glued to the table. “What exactly do you want from me, Tristan?”

It’s the voice. Right there in front of me. Coming from his mouth. Holy fuck.

Hearing that voice say my name, after all the ways I’ve used and abused his—in curses and moans and whispered pleas—is a goddamned fantasy come to life. Lust surges through my veins and I want to growl in frustration. This infatuation has to end. “I need to stop sleeping with you.”

His head snaps upright and we both gasp.

My right hand slaps over my mouth. “Fuck, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Looking away again, he releases a shaky breath. “It’s all right.” He runs absent hands along his arms, soothing a severe case of goosebumps. Sam is responding to my voice, my words, the same way I inevitably respond to his.

How would we respond to each other’s touch? Stifling a groan, I shift clenched fists into my lap. That’s not what this is about. I’m obsessed enough without learning the texture of his skin and the taste of his—

Sam starts to laugh, really laugh. “That stupid name,” he manages to say between breaths. “Sleep with Me. It wasn’t even my idea, but it certainly does get a reaction.” There’s another peel of laughter, as if he’s releasing all the tension from his body, and I find myself joining in. Every time we look at each other it gets worse and before I know it my stomach is sore from laughing. It feels good to laugh at myself. Weird, but good.

“Let me rephrase,” I say as we start to regain our composure. “What I mean is, now you’ve succeeded in getting me to sleep, I want to figure out how to do it on my own.”

“Should be easy enough. It’s probably something in the phrasing.”

Reality seeps back in, killing off the last of my amusement. “No, it’s something else.” Sam isn’t the first person to tell me to let go of my guilt. My mother used to say it constantly. It wasn’t your fault, Tristan. You shouldn’t blame yourself.She didn’t believe her words any more than I did, but she tried. “I don’t know what it is about you that’s different. I don’t think it’s necessarily something you can teach me, but whatever it is, I need to figure it out.”

“So, what’s the plan?” he asks with a baffled expression. “Are you going to hang around me until you get your answer through osmosis or something?”

“Maybe? I don’t know.” I drop my head into my hands. “Honestly, I’m making this up as I go along.”

“You and me both,” he says with a snort. “I don’t know if I can give you the answer you’re looking for, Tristan. But I’ll try.”

Slumping back in my chair, I release a sigh. “Thank you, Sam.”

He smiles that tiny smile and I try not to drool when his cheeks turn pink. “It’s my pleasure.”

About the Author

Rebecca is a long-time lover of all things romance. Whether it’s a book, movie, or real life, she will always have more fun if there’s a love interest thrown into the mix. She lives in Queensland, Australia with her very own hero husband, two quirky kids and one big, black dog. Other than reading and writing books, her favourite things include loud music, enjoying a glass of wine on the patio, organising everything in existence, and spending too much time on the Internet.

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Book Review – Emerett Has Never Been in Love by Anyta Sunday

Love, Austen #1
Publisher: Indie
Pages: 197
Characters: Lake/Knight
POV: 3rd
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Series

Blurb:
A man who acts before he thinks, a man who thinks before he acts, and the ensuing mishaps on the path to the ultimate love match.

Emerett “Lake” Lakewood has a healthy ego and a flair for the dramatic. After losing his best friend to marriage—completely crushing his heart—he deems it prudent to distract himself, and what better way than playing cupid?

He’s already got his eye on two young men desperately seeking romance, and he has a plan to hook them up.

Barbecues.

Photoshoots.

Reciting Shakespearean love declarations.

Lake is killing it. Love is positively pulsing in the air. Anyone could see it.

Well, anyone other than Knight, his best friend’s dad, who cautions Lake to stop meddling. To leave love to its natural course.

Lake has always valued Knight’s frankness, but this time he’s wrong. Without him, two hearts might be doomed never to find love.

Besides, what does Knight know about romance? He’s barely dated in all the seven years Lake’s known him. He’s clueless.

Though, there’s a thought. Knight has everything going for him. Sensibility. Kindness. Generosity. And for a forty-four-year-old, he’s—objectively—freaking hot.

Why is he single?

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Review

I enjoyed this fun retelling of Emma. Lake and Knight are wonderful opposites attract, and a May/December romance. I liked how Lake loves matchmaking but totally misses all the signs about who is attracted to whom, yet tries to pair everyone up.

Lake and Knight are both great guys, but very different from each other. I liked how Lake rushes into everything feet first, without thinking, yet only has the best of intentions at heart. He makes mistakes, yet makes up for them with his generosity, and apologises where he has to. Knight is the opposite, and sees everything Lake’s missing, and reads people so much better. However, they’re both clueless when it comes to each other, which is sweet, and fun. I liked how Lake and Knight balance each other in personality which makes them a perfect match.

I liked the set up with Cameron’s passion for Austen and his planned video ‘column.’ I liked most of the supporting cast—except for Phillip—and how their stories unfold despite Lake’s not so great matchmaking skills.

I thought this was a fun read, and I’m interested in the Austen take in the next in the series.

The only thing that yanked me out of the story was the word ‘faucet’ instead of ‘tap’ as it’s set in New Zealand, but that’s probably something that someone who isn’t Kiwi wouldn’t notice.

4 out of 5 stars.

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