Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Blog Tour Stop, Excerpt, Giveaway & Review ~ Badlands by Morgan Brice


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Book Title: Badlands

Author: Morgan Brice

Cover Artist: Natania Barron

Genre/s: urban fantasy, MM paranormal romance





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Blurb 

Simon Kincaide owns a boardwalk shop in Myrtle Beach where he runs ghost tours & does seances and private psychic readings, a fresh start after his abilities cost him his lover and his job as a folklore professor. Jaded cop Vic D’Amato saw something supernatural he couldn’t explain during a shootout several years ago in Pittsburgh and relocated to Myrtle Beach to leave the past behind, still skeptical about the paranormal. But when the search for a serial killer hits a dead end, Vic battles his skepticism to ask Simon for help. As the body count rises, Simon’s involvement makes him a target, and a suspect. But Simon can't say no, even if it costs him his life and heart.





What Amazon reviewers are saying about Badlands:

"...steamy, complicated and totally engaging."

"Highly recommend this one."

"An excellent well written book..."

"A brilliant story that has you invested in the characters and guessing what will happen next."

"Can't say enough good things about this book!"


Excerpt 


“Bikes are a big deal here,” Simon said to fill the pause. “I’m always amazed at how many come through for Bike Week.” Several major motorcycle events each summer turned the Grand Strand into a cavalcade of the hottest cycles on the coast.

Cop Dude shrugged. “I always liked Born to Run. Springsteen fan. What can I say?”

“Sir?” the voice called from the counter, making Simon turn away. “You’re next.” Simon had never been less happy to get to the front of the line.

“I’ll have a Dread Pirate Roberts,” he mumbled, not wanting to look like an idiot to the guy he was trying to impress. He handed over the money, took his change as she rang him up, dropped a one dollar bill in the tip jar, and moved down the counter to wait for his drink.

“I’ll try that, too,” the cop said, flashing him a grin. “What the hell? Live life on the edge.”

Le Miz baristas were fast. Simon knew he needed to come up with a way to extend the conversation without looking like a creeper or lose the connection, maybe forever. Just as the barista handed both of them their drinks, a deafening thunderclap sounded, rattling the windows, and the rain came pouring down.

“Want to grab a table?” Simon asked, nervous enough that his throat felt tight. “We’ll drown if we go out there now.”

“Sure. Why not.”

Simon led the way through the crowded outer room where the tables were all taken to the back room where there was once a display of pirate doubloons and recovered sunken treasures. The room kept its murals of sailing ships and scruffy pirates, along with the odds and ends left behind by the previous owners—a beat-up old chest, a pirate mannequin everyone called “Mo” and a bedraggled stuffed parrot on a perch, dubbed “Percy” by Le Miz regulars.

“You must come here a lot to know there’s a second room.”

“Told you, I take my coffee very seriously,” Simon teased as he sat down. “I’m Simon, by the way.”

“Vic,” the man replied. “So what’s in this mystery drink?”

“Do you like the smell?” Simon asked.

Vic leaned over his cup, took a deep breath, and his eyes fluttered almost closed. Simon's heart did a little samba, instantly imagining what Vic would look like blissed out and debauched after sweaty sex. Simon’s erection strained at the fly of his jeans, and he was insanely glad they were seated at a table where Vic couldn’t see how aroused he was.

“Good?” Simon asked, hating that he sounded a little breathless.

“Yeah,” Vic replied, with a little moan that made Simon painfully hard.

“Glad I could turn you on to a good thing,” Simon replied, hoping he hadn’t read the signals wrong since he was blatantly flirting.

“Much obliged,” Vic replied, and maybe it was Simon’s imagination that the man’s voice dropped a little lower, a bit huskier, than before.

“You’ve been here before, you said?” Simon asked, finding that his pick-up skills were as woefully rusty as his ability to make polite chit-chat.

“A few times,” Vic replied. “I haven’t gotten to the boardwalk as much as I’d like.”

“I try not to overdo the special coffees,” Simon said with a self-conscious smile. “I know the sugar adds up. But you’ve got to do something to make yourself feel good now and then, right?” Oh lord, that sounded really bad. I can’t believe I said that.

A wicked twinkle came into Vic’s eyes. “I’m all for feeling good,” he replied, and his foot bumped into Simon’s beneath the table.

It’s just his foot. Doesn’t mean anything. Could have been an accident,Simon told himself, but Vic didn’t move away, and Simon hoped his smile looked encouraging instead of merely nervous.

“So are you in town for business or pleasure?” Simon asked, and cringed internally. What’s wrong with me? I’m never smooth, but I didn’t used to be this awful at picking up a date.“I mean, are you a local or just visiting?”

Vic’s full, sensuous lips quirked in a smile. “Neither,” he replied.

Simon tried and failed at not staring at his lips and imagining them around his cock. Get a grip!Shit, that only changed the mental image to a hand job. So not working! Don’t fuck this up.That didn’t help at all.

“Moved here not too long ago, so I don’t feel quite like a local, but definitely not a tourist,” Vic added.

“You can still take in the sights, even if you live here. Most people don’t take time to enjoy what’s in their backyards. I’d love to show you some of my favorite spots.” Oh, just shoot me now. That sounded like the worst line from a cheap porno. I totally suck at this. No, don’t think about sucking…

“Sounds fun,” Vic said, and Simon was so lost in his embarrassment that he almost missed it.

“You would?” he asked, then cleared his throat. “I mean, that’s great,” he failed miserably to cover his awkward reply. Simon was just about to ask for Vic’s number when Vic’s phone went off.

The ringtone sounded odd, and Vic’s manner shifted in the blink of an eye, going from casual and relaxed to tense and alert. “I’ve got to take this,” he said, without even glancing at the number. “I’m sorry. It’s work. Confidential—need to step away.” With that, he got up and headed toward the service corridor that went toward the men’s room, taking his coffee with him.

Reviewed by:

I really enjoyed this story. I loved that Simon was a Ghost Tour Guide in Myrtle Beach and the fact he is a huge history buff to boot. I didn’t love his circumstances for ending up there, just a reminder that not everyone is open minded. In this case with the supernatural, not so much his sexuality.

Vic is a homicide detective originally from Pittsburgh. Again, his circumstances for being transferred to MB aren’t that great. Not everyone believes in mediums, and what he saw he couldn’t explain and it made his career take a dive. He came to MB for a fresh start, but is quickly finding himself in the same position.
Having been burned in his last job, even though he seeks out Simon, he has a hard time trusting what Simon is telling him. Even when the information makes no sense to Simon and something only Vic would understand.
This is the part that bugged me. Vic was quite a jerk to Simon, and yet Simon seemed to have gotten over that pretty quickly. I don’t think I would have dove in with Vic quite so fast. I would have done all I could to help with the serial killer case, but on a personal level, I don’t think so. Especially when Simon sees a connection in the victims. At this point, Simon also feels alone and doesn’t trust the police enough either to take him seriously. He ends up in more danger then he should be, due to their disbelief.  I think my favorite part was when Jay, the tattoo parlor owner, gave Vic and his partner, Ross, a piece of his mind about it. I wanted to stand up and cheer “You tell em Jay!!!”. So, you can see where I find Simon and Vic’s relationship way too untrustworthy to feel the love that they feel, and I think it was way too quickly.

Other than that, the mystery aspect and both sides trying to find the killer quickly is intriguing and leaves you on the edge of your seat.




About the Author 

Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. 

Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions Morgan Brice will be a Supporting Author at Gay Romantic Lit convention and a Hosting Author at RomCon in October.

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Saturday, July 14, 2018

Blog Tour Stop - Fireworks & Stolen Kisses (Lijun: Book 1) by Angel Martinez & Freddy MacKay



Freddy MacKay and Angel Martinez have a new M/NB Urban Fantasy: Fireworks and Stolen Kisses.

No. Eating. Pixies.


At the annual Global Lijun Alliance conference in Tokyo, Tally Bastille makes the first impulsive decision of his life. Others perceive his uktena—the enormous legendary serpent that’s his dual-spirit—as a threat, which makes him all too aware that he frightens fellow lijun. But an encounter with a passionate, obviously not-straight otter lijun one evening convinces Tally that he’s found his Em’halafi, his destined match. Tally is determined to barrel through all obstacles to make the match happen, including the otter’s conservative, traditional family.


Trained as a Satislit—a bride-son—Haru Tanaka chafes at the strict boundaries set around their life. They rebel against their clan’s constant attempts to force an arranged match and wish desperately for someone who will love them. At the conference, Haru is horrified to learn their family has accepted an offer for them, one too lucrative for the clan to refuse. Not only has the Urusar sold Haru to a stranger, but the lijun is also a giant snake and one who believes in the tired old superstitions regarding Em’halafi. Threatened with banishment if they refuse, Haru has no choice but to marry the wealthy American serpent.


Back in Tally’s home in Wisconsin, Haru and Tally must navigate both the widening gulf between them as they realize how much they’ve misunderstood about each other, and the tricky politics of the lijun clan Tally leads. Murder, intrigue and increasing hostility threaten to tear apart the little town of Wadiswan and the arranged marriage they’ve barely managed to begin.


Series Blurb:


From the time humans became a unique species, the lijun have lived among us. Dual spirit beings able to change at will between their human halves and their animal halves, at different periods throughout history lijun have been revered, feared and reviled. Modern lijun realized some time ago that their survival in the human world depends upon successful, peaceful integration—a partnership with humans who are unaware of their existence. But in the little town of Wadiswan, Wisconsin, tensions between rival factions run high, escalating to the point where the secretive lijun community risks exposure. The survival of lijun everywhere may depend on which side wins.



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Excerpt


Back straight, back straight. Is this person my social equal? Tally offered a futsurei to be safe while the evening’s host introduced him as the new Urusar from Wisconsin. He wished Dad had come with him. As hard as he tried to think of this as just another business conference, the names and places had started to run together. Back home, he might have reached for the worry stone in his pocket. Here, that might be rude.


The ballroom was gorgeous, with the doors to the terrace rolled back to reveal the view of Mt. Fuji. Tables groaning with food lined the walls. Arrangements of blood-red flowers decorated every table. Everyone seemed to know everyone else, though that might have been an illusion created by nerves.

“Wisconsin?” the middle-aged woman inquired with reserved decorum. “That is the state of cheese, yes?”


“Very true.” Damn it, he’d forgotten her name. She was the Uruma, the village mother, to one of the larger cities to the south. “Though thankfully the state is more than just cheese.”

She laughed politely, turned to greet another conference-goer, and Tally hoped it had been a dismissal. He shouldn’t have felt out of his element. Employees depended on his decisions all day, every day. Meetings were his lifeblood, or at least took up most of his life. Not to mention these were his people. The perfectly draped Global Lijun Alliance banner dominated the front of the room—there for anyone, human or lijun to see. For the humans, it was simply a trade organization. For the lijun, it was survival, a shared bond of secrecy and a way for lijun communities to thrive.

Except Tally would always stand outside, which simply made diplomacy that much more important. When his father had gleefully announced his retirement as Urusar, village father of their community in Wadiswan, Tally knew his duty. He’d been groomed for it all his life. He’d taken up the leadership mantle with the sobriety and respect it deserved, even though some of their lijun neighbors had whispered about another deadly serpent leading them.


Uktena.


Tally couldn’t escape his heritage or his lijun type, but he was here at this conference to continue his father’s work—to ensure his community thrived, that the lijun under his care were safe, and to fight against the ancient prejudices that branded him as dangerous.


He retreated to one of the buffets to nibble on sectioned oranges with his back to the wall so he could observe. Not everyone at the welcome dinner was as bound by formalities. The younger attendees had dressed in a variety of styles and more or less appropriately. Nearer the terrace, a young woman in a leather miniskirt tapped her boot heel to music only she could hear. On the other side of the room, a handsome young man in a strange mix of business formal and rebel-casual lounged against the bar. The suit jacket and expensive jeans fit in well enough. The faded T-shirt and rainbow suspenders? Not so much.


Tally thought he would introduce himself to this interesting person, but an older gentleman beat him there and spoke urgently to the young man, who made an impatient gesture and stalked off.

Too bad. He’d been an…otter? Tally surreptitiously flicked his tongue out to taste the air. Difficult to tell in such a large gathering, but he was sure he was right. Something beyond the rainbow suspenders drew him to the otter, a yearning that he didn’t want to deny. He was about to follow when someone touched his arm.


“Herr Bastille, is it not?” A man with flame-red hair, an educated European accent and a calculating smile stood at his elbow. “I am Gerhard Klug. I understand you are a hotelier?”

Tally offered his hand rather than a bow and smiled in return. “Good to meet you. Tal-tsu’tsa Bastille. Everyone calls me Tally. Yes, I run the family business back home. Several properties.”

“Good. Good.” Herr Klug put an arm on his shoulder and steered him toward the bar. “I’m hoping we could discuss a possible business arrangement.”

“I’m always interested in discussion, Herr Klug.” Tally signaled the bartender. “What are you drinking?”


“Gerhard, please.” The fox lijun laughed. “You’ll make me feel old. And they have a pear brandy here that is good.”


Tally ordered the brandy and a whiskey sour for himself. Yes, Gerhard was obviously here to woo him, but Tally didn’t like being put at a disadvantage right from the start, even with something as small as who paid for drinks. “What is it you do?”


“I have glassworks,” Gerhard said as he hopped onto the stool next to Tally’s. “My family has been in glass for several centuries. While we have commercial lines, we have sites dedicated to custom work, as well.”


Tally had the oddest image pop up at the phrase in glass of littles foxes running about under cheese domes. Of course he knew what Gerhard meant and the more focused part of his brain perked up at the mention of custom work. “Oh? What sort of custom work?”

Gerhard pulled a small tablet from inside his suit jacket. “For restaurants. For hotels. Erholungsort…what is the word? Resorts.”


Tally answered the fox’s calculating look with a soft laugh. “I have the feeling you’ve brought a portfolio. Please, let’s have a look.”

“Thank you. It’s very kind of you to give me a hearing.” Gerhard opened the tablet between them as their drinks arrived. “We have contracts across Europe. This first set is work we recently added for a winter resort in Sweden.”


They leaned in together to inspect the photos, Tally nodding and asking questions here and there. The images showed wine glasses, water goblets, tumblers and beer glasses in beautiful shapes and colors, with the property name and logo etched discreetly into each piece. Tally particularly admired the champagne flutes with the snowflake-shaped feet. Lovely, though he gave no outward indication that he reacted to any one set more than another.


When they reached the end of the photo samples, Tally sat back, sipping at his whiskey and making Gerhard wait. “It’s a very interesting thought. Though I imagine a certain percentage of that pretty glassware vanishes from the properties as souvenirs.”

“Ha. I’m sure some of it does. Though not offering the prettiest glasses in the guest rooms most likely reduces that number.”


Gerhard’s eyes twinkled as he laughed and if Tally had been someone who craved casual sex, Gerhard might have been a candidate, but his heart would only be half in it. The other half had already left the room with the handsome otter. The suspenders were a beacon, a flare sent up, and Tally was going to speak with the otter of definitely-not-straight orientation that evening if it killed him.


“I’d like you to work up some samples with the resort manager at Sapphire Lake.” Tally didn’t mention immediately that the manager was one of his sisters. “We’d need to see physical pieces, of course. Then we can discuss the possibility of starting a small contract there first. I do have properties in Europe, but allow me to begin closer to home.”

“Very good. A pleasure, Tally, surely.” Gerhard extended a hand and they shook—a gentlemen’s agreement to further negotiations.


When Gerhard Klug finally let him go with an exchange of business cards, the otter was nowhere in sight. Uncharacteristically disgruntled, Tally left the main ballroom to check some of the smaller venues where different sorts of food were on offer. The first meeting room had been set up as a sushi bar, which seemed a good place to find an otter. He wasn’t there. The second was a room dedicated to international cuisine, offerings from host countries of previous years. No otter.

The third was a paradise of desserts which had drawn the children since the beginning of the evening with its siren song. Tally hurried his steps when he picked up shouting from that direction and he skidded to a stop in front of the door.


Reviewed By Stephanie:

4-4.5* 

For some reason this story made me cry my damn eyes out. 

This is a PNR shifter book, The lijun are "half spirits"- half human half animal shifter. Part of it is based in Japan where Tally meets Haru. Tally believes that Haru is his destined mate, but Haru was super drunk when they met, so he has no recollection of the meeting. All he knows is that someone bought a contract to marry him as he is a trained "bride-groom" or Satisilt. Its a very traditional Japanese family and his parents and clan are super strict, that's the only reason Tally went about it the way he did. 

The rest of the story is based in Wisconsin (represent!), where there is a wedding, a murder or two, and some serious relationship reconstruction to be had between Tally and Haru. 

This is not a happy story, but it does end in a HFN(ish). Though there are happy parts in it, such as the cute opossum shifter children and a friendship alliance between two otter shifters. 

The title comes from 1- at their engagement party fireworks were set off, but also, the snake shifters, when provoked, can let off a bright white lightening. Stolen Kisses i reckon because Tally doesn't realize he's stealing them, and in the end, Haru may be the one to steal them.
No.Eating.Pixies... Well, thats self explanatory... Don't eat Jared. Even if he's being annoying. 




Angel Martinez here! The Bastille property and specifically the family house is central to the Lijun series. Set on several dozen acres of property on its own private lake outside town, some might call it a mansion instead of a house, perhaps legitimately so. There were seven Bastille kids living there once upon a time and no one had to share rooms. Pretty sizable in my book.

It wasn't always that way, though.

The Bastilles are Cherokee lijun, descended from an uktena lijun family who escaped the Trail of Tears during the 1840's and fled north. After hiding in Wisconsin for several years, the founder of the Bastille clan, Tally's great-great-grandfather, understood that they needed to band together with other lijun types in order to survive and eventually thrive. Falling in with a lijun settler group from Maryland, Great-Great-Grandfather Bastille challenged their Urusar, their clan head, and prevailed. The settlers had seen enough of the human political climate and of personal hardship by that time that they supported the change. They wanted a strong lijun to lead them, someone dangerous and fearsome, and no one fit that description better than an uktena.

The original house was a one-room cabin with the Bastille's new settler clan close by for mutual protection and assistance. The fishing and hunting were excellent, though, the settlement grew as Urusar Bastille convinced his lijun that welcoming regular humans as well as wandering lijun into their community was vital, and the town eventually became a successful trading and shipping point. Canny and forward thinking, Urusar Bastille bought more land from the government until his holding rivaled that of some of the robber barons back east. His son, the next Urusar, was quick to see the benefits of the casino trade as well, and the Bastille empire grew in earnest.

By this time, the cabin had been torn down and a proper house built, a respectable farmhouse at first with three rooms upstairs and three down. Over the years as the Bastilles' fortune grew, the house was expanded and extended, parts demolished and rebuilt, until it became the rambling pile it is today with its own boat dock and guest cottage tucked farther back on the property. Eight bedrooms, two of them suites, seven baths, front parlor, den, dining room, kitchen…it goes on.

From a simple family home, the house became the Urusar's house, a place where lijun could bring their grievances and issues, and a place for the lijun council to meet until the town was large enough to have other meeting spaces. Handed down to each Sardu (the presumptive heir, the first-born son of the Urusar) when he took over leadership of the clan, the house eventually came into Tally's hands when his father stepped down as Urusar for a much-anticipated retirement.

This next generation may need to break tradition, though, since Tally's household is rather different from his predecessors. We'll see what happens.





Author Bio


Freddy MacKay

Freddy is a bisexual, biromantic, genderfluid nerd and geek who grew up in the Midwest playing soccer, diving, swimming and doing gymnastics, along with running around outside as much as possible—preferably spending that time in swamps and hiking through forests. The haphazard escapades have not changed, except some of them have been replaced with a healthy geocaching addiction and a love for Science Fiction and Fantasy. This love of SFF developed into a writing passion and has led to several awards in the gay science fiction and fantasy categories. Freddy likes worms, dancing and being outside... and toll passes, but you'll have to ask on that one. (They/Them/Their pronouns.)


Angel Martinez

The unlikely black sheep of an ivory tower intellectual family, Angel Martinez has managed to make her way through life reasonably unscathed. Despite a wildly misspent youth, she snagged a degree in English Lit, married once and did it right the first time, (same husband for almost twenty-four years) gave birth to one amazing son, (now in college) and realized at some point that she could get paid for writing.


Published since 2006, Angel's cynical heart cloaks a desperate romantic. You'll find drama and humor given equal weight in her writing and don't expect sad endings. Life is sad enough. She currently lives in Delaware in a drinking town with a college problem and writes Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around gay heroes.


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Friday, July 13, 2018

Review Tour - Knitting a Broken Heart Back Together by Ari McKay

  


Length: 40,603 words

Cover Design: Bree Archer

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Blurb

When a Christmas shopping expedition brings Tomy Peralta into Jason Winters’s yarn store, both men feel an immediate and intense spark of attraction, but dance instructor Tomy intends to propose to his boyfriend, Sean, at Christmas. Unfortunately for Tomy, marriage isn’t on career-minded Sean’s agenda. Heartbroken, Tomy throws himself into his work until his mother convinces him that learning to knit might help take his mind off his failed romance.


Jason falls hard for Tomy, but he knows Tomy needs time to heal and to trust in love again. As Jason teaches Tomy to knit, Tomy teaches him to dance in return. Just when it seems Tomy is ready for a new romance, Sean shows up, wanting Tomy back. Will Tomy give his heart to Sean once more, or will Tomy finally see Sean for who he truly is, and choose the man who helped him knit his heart together again?








3.5*

Everytime I read a book about knitting/crocheting (read: Amy Lane's Granby Knitting series) I want to pick back up my own project. Then I remember it's like 100 degrees and I can't be held down by yarn when I'm hot lol!

Anyhoodle. This was a sweet story about love, heartache, and finding love again.
Even though Tomy (like Tony, bot Tommy ;) ) Gets a not so pleasant surprise on Christmas Eve, it really isn't all that dramatic. The book focuses more on Jason woo'ing his way into Tony's life and heart.

Jason is a bit of an enigma. Ex NFL player who has left due to injury. That unfortunate circumstance leads him to his new pride and joy, his yarn store. That's right, ex footballer owns and operates his own yarn store (where he also special dyes the yarn) and holds classes once a month.

Tommy is an ex-competitive dance gone instructor with the intention to take over the family business. He winds up in the yarn store at Christmas because he knows his mother and sister love the store and he wants to get them something special. He wants everyone to be as happy as him that Christmas.

When he meets Jason, Sparks fly left and right, but he's unavailable so he takes the experience as a "look but don't touch" one.

When Jason learns from Tomys family what had happened,he encourages them to bring Tomy to knitting class in January, then February. He sees Tomy has lost his spark and his confidence, and he's made it his personal mission to get it back.
With the excuse of his sister's High Society wedding, he asks Tomy for personal dance lessons.

I loved that dance was incorporated into this story, as well as knitting. It is used as a tool in the art of seduction and woo'ing. Nothing is more personal than hand made gifts and choreography from the heart.

The one thing about this story, for me, was it got to be a little overly "sappy". It was already a feel good book, I didn't really need the extra layer. But it was still a great read, it had good flow and went really fast.
I think this will make a great feel good holiday story for those who enjoy them.



Ari McKay is the professional pseudonym for Arionrhod and McKay, who have been writing together for over a decade. Their collaborations encompass a wide variety of romance genres, including contemporary, fantasy, science fiction, gothic, and action/adventure. Their work includes the Blood Bathory series of paranormal novels, the Herc’s Mercs series, as well as two historical Westerns: Heart of Stone and Finding Forgiveness. When not writing, they can often be found scheming over costume designs or binge watching TV shows together.


Arionrhod is a systems engineer by day who is eagerly looking forward to (hopefully) becoming a full time writer in the not-too-distant future. Now that she is an empty-nester, she has turned her attentions to finding the perfect piece of land to build a fortress in preparation for the zombie apocalypse, and baking (and eating) far too many cakes.



McKay is an English teacher who has been writing for one reason or another most of her life. She also enjoys knitting, reading, cooking, and playing video games. She has been known to knit in public. Given she has the survival skills of a gnat, she’s relying on Arionrhod to help her survive the zombie apocalypse.



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Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Cover Reveal- Pisces Hooks Taurus and a FREEBIE! ~ Signs of Love Series by Anyta Sunday




Pisces Hooks Taurus by Anyta Sunday

Series: Signs of Love #4

Publisher: Anyta Sunday (self published)

Release Date (Print & Ebook): October 2018

Length (Print & Ebook): 69000 words / 285 pages

Teaser:

Does love at first sight exist?

Find out in Signs of Love 4, an opposites attract romantic comedy featuring an unapologetic romantic and a broken realist.

More wit, banter and bad puns - and even more heart-stopping slow burn!

OUT OCTOBER 2018!

About Anyta Sunday:

HEART-STOPPING SLOW BURN

A bit about me: I'm a big, BIG fan of slow-burn romances. I love to read and write stories with characters who slowly fall in love.

Some of my favorite tropes to read and write are: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Clueless Guys, Bisexual, Pansexual, Demisexual, Oblivious MCs, Everyone (Else) Can See It, Slow Burn, Love Has No Boundaries.

I write a variety of stories, Contemporary MM Romances with a good dollop of angst, Contemporary lighthearted MM Romances, and even a splash of fantasy.

My books have been translated into German, Italian, French, and Thai.

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Tuesday, July 10, 2018

New Release , Review Tour & Giveaway ~ Lost in Indigo by VL Locey



Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK


Length: 70,695 words approx.

Blurb

Mathieu Beresford was so close to seeing his dream come true.



The thirty-eight-year-old captain of the Buffalo Surge had led his team to the final round of the playoffs with his aggressive defensive play and leadership. During the first game of the championship series, he was taken down, and his leg snapped upon impact with the boards. From his hospital bed, Mathieu watched his team go on to win it all.




Adrift in anger, resentment, and the new direction of his life, he returns to his mansion along the St. Lawrence River. Alone and sulking, Mathieu is not prepared for Indigo Neu to enter his life. The genderflux twenty-year-old botany major signs on to play nursemaid, confidant, and groundskeeper over the summer and slowly leads Mathieu out of his confusionęœ«one tender smile and touch at a time.




The deeper Mathieu falls, the more he wonders if being lost might not be so bad after all.








When your sidelined by a broken leg and your team goes on to win the cup without you, your going to be a little bitter.  

Mathieu was a hard character to connect with,
 he was so deep in the closet you weren't sure he would ever come out. 

Then you meet Indigo, whom you can't help but love. 
His carefree attitude towards life. Doing whatever he felt like. 
Whether it be dressing feminine or masculine, it doesn't matter.

I must say I hated the Mat treated Indigo, 
almost like a dirty little secret and that broke my heart for him.

Mat's character really has some growth in the story though.
 He really redeemed himself by the end,
 doing whatever he had to do to win the hand of the man he loved.
so if you are having trouble connecting to the character and the story, 
try and stick with it, you won't regret it!


V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, Dr. Who, Torchwood, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, two Jersey steers and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.



When not writing lusty tales, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand.





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Monday, July 9, 2018

New Release & Review - Riza Curtis - The Dragon's Thief


Available on Kindle Unlimited

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Cover Design: Riza Curtis

Length: 20,000 words approx.

Blurb

Chester. Magpie shifter, renowned thief.


Chester knows better than to get involved when a dragon requests his services. Anyone who steals from a dragon's hoard is not to be screwed with. There's something alluring about Michal though, and Chester's always loved playing with fire...



Michal. Dragon shifter, first-born son.



Michal knows exactly who's taken the centrepiece of his hoard—his estranged brother. The one person he can't touch thanks to family politics. It seems simple enough to hire the little magpie shifter to retrieve what is his. But, Chester is nothing like Michal expected, and in the end he might need to decide whether the last piece of his mother is worth more than the man who could own his heart.







3-3.5*

I loved the beginning of this story. It was very dark and dangerous.

Young guy walking the alley gets stalked by someone (thing) else and pulls out his trust knives. Only the thing stalking him can't be taken down so easily.

The blurb for this book really intrigued me. I've never read of a magpie shifter and Chester didn't disappoint. He's a cheeky little retriever (not a thief, mind you) who likes shiny things. The items he retrieves are items that were taken from their original owners.

The dark broody man in the shadows, Michal, is a dragon shifter who is in need of a retrieval. So he corners the young magpie, but is quite taken aback with what he finds in the man.

Their back and forth banter is great. The chemistry is definitely there. Chester has some draw backs, because he doesn't want to flirt with a client, but Michal ends up being so much more.

I will say the relationship unfurled pretty quickly, but mostly organically (aside from the relationship ruse). Michal quickly goes from dark and broody to smoldering and flirty, then to unsure and nervous and finally protective and loving. What Chester was hired for quickly becomes "not" a job and more of a mending tool between brothers.
I am pretty sure my favorite character is Jonathan, Michael's dad. He's just a jovial dragon who wants to see his sons get along.

I would have loved to have seen this as a longer story. With more meat and bones, but for the length it is, it is a good story. If you're looking for a quick shifter story about a thief and a dragon and don't mind what feels like a little insta-love (but not in a bad way), then this is the perfect little story for you.



Author Bio


Riza began writing stories at a young age to the a̶n̶n̶o̶y̶a̶n̶c̶e̶ delight of anyone she could b̶u̶l̶l̶y̶ persuade to read them. Now somewhat older, if not wiser, things haven't really changed.



Riza lives in England where they enjoy adding extra letters to words, tea, and discussing the weather (it's always raining). She has a FdSci in Manufacturing Engineering and is currently working towards her BEng. When she's not writing, studying or doing her day job, Riza is obsessed with target archery and enjoys shooting barebow.




Twitter: @rizacurtis


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