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Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ Elemental Love by LM Somerton




Author Name: LM Somerton

Book Name: Elemental Love

Release Date: March 29, 2016

Blurb:

An untrained warlock is a dangerous man to love.

On his twenty-first birthday, Evrain Brookes discovers he is an elemental warlock. The spell suppressing his

talent lifts and he has to get used to a whole new existence. The protection that kept him safe during his

childhood is gone, his skills are wild and uncontrolled and there are those that seek to use him for their own

gain.

Evrain’s grandmother is a witch, his godfather another warlock. Between them they do their best to keep

Evrain on the right path. He learns that in order to gain control of his formidable powers, he will need to

‘channel’ through a life partner, a process that happens only with consent and through love. But how will he

ever find a man prepared to put up with a Dominant warlock for a boyfriend?

Dominic Castine has no idea that Evrain’s grandmother sees him as a prospective partner for Evrain. He

tends her garden and she teaches him about herbs—a trade-off they both enjoy. He is drawn to Evrain’s

charismatic presence but doesn’t understand why he wants to drop to his knees and submit to him.

When Agatha is murdered, Evrain and Dominic are thrown together as she manipulates them from beyond

the grave. Dominic becomes the pawn in a terrifying game between warlocks whose powers he barely

comprehends.

In the end, lives will depend on his courage, his willingness to grant Evrain control and the power of love.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of kidnap and a reference to attempted sexual assault.

Pages or Words: 59,472 words

Categories: BDSM, Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy



Excerpt:

Twenty-one years ago…

 “Closed doors, I hate closed doors. Why don’t I have the power to see through them? That, at least, would be

a useful ability.” Three-hundred-year-old floorboards creaked as Gregory Thanet paced the galleried landing of

Wenlock House. He walked up and down past three doors, each fashioned from heavy oak and furnished with black

iron hinges and handles. Two stood ajar, revealing hints of unoccupied bedrooms, but the third was firmly closed, a

solid barrier to unwanted intrusion and the cause of Gregory’s current frustration.

“For goodness’ sake, Gregory, you’re wearing out the carpet. Be still.” Gregory’s companion leaned against

the gallery rail and gave him an exasperated look.

Gregory paused his march briefly, shot a glare at the woman but then resumed his pacing with a grunt.

“Leave me be, woman, I’ll be still when we know that everything is as it should be.”

“Nature moves at her own pace, you know that. There’s no changing it—nor should we. What will be will

be.”

“Stop trying to sound like some wise and ancient soothsayer, Agatha. You’re not helping and it doesn’t suit

you. The kid is a week late already—you’d think he would be keen to greet the world by now. When he’s grown I’ll

remember that he kept me up half the night. I’m sure I’ll get plenty of opportunities for revenge when he’s older.”

Gregory stopped and folded his arms across his chest.

“I might not be able to see the future, Gregory Thanet, but even a complete idiot could have predicted that my

grandson would arrive today.”

Gregory examined his companion. Agatha looked tired. Her skin was quite smooth, marred only by a few

laughter lines around her hazel eyes, eyes that still sparkled with warmth and intelligence. Her silver hair was swept

smoothly back and fastened with a comb, intricately fashioned from beaten copper. She remained an attractive

woman, who must have possessed great beauty in her youth, but she looked paler than usual and she rested her

weight against the banister rather than standing in her usual ramrod-straight stance.

Gregory experienced a rare pang of guilt that he might be adding to his friend’s worries. “All Hallows’ Eve.

There’s a lot of power in the air right now.”

Agatha cocked her head to one side and closed her eyes as if listening to sounds that only she could hear. “My

grandson will be with us soon and there is little that you or I can do to change the course of his destiny.” For a

moment, a worried frown creased her forehead. “It is not certain that he will inherit the gift.”

Gregory sighed. “In this, you deceive yourself, Agatha. The calling has skipped a generation. History dictates

that the next born will be unusually powerful and that power will be magnified even further in a male child.”

“There has been no warlock in my family line for over five hundred years, only witches. Why are you so

convinced that it will change now? We know of only three others living, Gregory. You, Symeon Malus and

Constantine De Vries. It would be a chance in a billion.”

Gregory scratched the tip of his long nose. “I should have bought a lottery ticket then. All the portents point

to it, the date alone… It is time. Time the triangle became a square.”

“I’m not sure Symeon Malus will ever be part of that square,” Agatha said. “I don’t see him as the

cornerstone of anything with value or integrity.”

“True, and if the child is born with the power, you and I will need to ensure that Symeon’s gaze remains

elsewhere.” Gregory shivered. “I swear to the goddess, this country is the dampest place on earth. It’s all right for

you, Agatha, you live in the second dampest place on the planet. You’re used to groping through fog. I want to get

back to Florida. I need to—before I develop trench foot.”

“Pah. What you really want is to get back to Coryn. You’re a ship without an anchor when the two of you are

apart. He could have come to see the child too, you know.” Agatha grabbed a stray hair and pushed it back into a

restraining grip.

“Coryn hates airplanes, you know that. I would never ask him to fly across the pond unless it was a life or

death situation.”

“If it were, you wouldn’t have to ask him.”

“He reckons that if men were designed to fly through the air, then human cannonball would be a much more

popular career choice.”

Agatha snorted. “I think his phobia is a myth. He just uses it as an excuse to get a few days’ break from

your—” She whistled and twiddled her fingers in the air.

Gregory rolled his eyes. “Twiddling your fingers that way will get you turned into an aardvark. It takes

practice to bend your digits into shapes imbued with power. After thirty-two years together, Coryn is more than

capable of dealing with my—” He whistled. “As you so delicately put it.”

Agatha snorted. “Men with magic! Whoever the hell thought that would be a good idea was seriously

damaged.” She shook her head slowly.

Gregory grinned and waggled a silver eyebrow.

The mewling cry of a newborn sounded from behind the closed bedroom door, and Agatha allowed her lips to

curve into a smile.

“Well, it seems the waiting is over. I have a grandchild—and, from the sound of that bellowing, he’s a fine,

healthy boy.”

“About damned time.” Gregory grouched. He still smiled right along with Agatha.

Agatha crossed the landing and knocked softly on the door, which soon swung open to admit her. Gregory

followed her inside, pushing down his excitement.

The bedroom was bathed in the cool light of a new dawn. The soft green of the walls seemed to shimmer and

the wooden floor was burnished with gold. Gregory looked around in wonder, then dragged his gaze back to the bed.

“Lyssa, James—congratulations, my dears!” Agatha clapped her hands together in delight as she walked over

to the bed.

Gregory hung back a little, giving her the privilege of first viewing.

Agatha’s daughter, Lyssa, sat up in bed propped against a mound of pillows. She was pale, her eyes

shadowed in the purple of exhaustion, but still she glowed with radiant happiness. A small bundle wrapped in a pale

blue blanket rested in her arms. Her husband, James, sat nervously on the edge of the mattress, looking utterly shell-

shocked but delighted as the midwife fussed around them.

Lyssa held the baby out to her mother with a smile. “His name is Evrain. Evrain James Brookes. Hold him,

Mum, isn’t he beautiful?”

Gregory held his breath as Agatha reached for the small bundle and cradled the child in her arms. She pushed

the blanket back from the baby’s head, and a mop of thick black hair was revealed, sticking out in all directions.

“He is absolutely gorgeous, darling. Didn’t you both do well!” Agatha stroked the child’s hair.

Gregory moved in closer. Tiny fists punched at the air, so Gregory offered the boy his own hand.

Immediately, the baby grabbed hold, wrapping his fingers around Gregory’s offering with surprising strength.

Gregory grinned at Agatha in delight, then looked back to the baby. His eyes were the dark blue of every newborn

but, as Gregory focused his senses on the child, he could see that they would become dark green. Just a shade deeper

than his own.

Cooing softly, Agatha muttered a lilting incantation and rocked the baby gently. To Lyssa and James, the

song probably sounded like a lullaby, but Gregory knew a spell when he heard one. Tiny eyelids closed and the baby

slept. Gregory’s finger was released. After a few more minutes of cuddling, Agatha reluctantly returned the baby to

his parents.



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Meet the author:

L M lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and

sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly

addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good

food, warm company and a crackling fire. She's fascinated by the psychology of relationships,

especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings

towards BDSM.

Where to find the author:

Pride Publishing page: https://www.pride-publishing.com/author/lm-somerton

Website: www.lmsomerton.com

Blog: http://www.lmsomerton.com/#!blog/c112v

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lmsomertonwrites/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/lmsomerton

LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/lmsomerton

Pinterest: https://uk.pinterest.com/lmsomerton/

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/L.M.-Somerton/e/B00AV9XRW8

Goodreads Link: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6623749.L_M_Somerton

Publisher: Pride Publishing

Cover Artist: Emmy Ellis



Tour Dates & Stops: March 29, 2016

Parker Williams, Divine Magazine, Outrageous Heroes, Alpha Book Club, Boys on the Brink Reviews,

Anna Butler Fiction, Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviews, A.M. Leibowitz, Making It Happen, Bayou Book Junkie, 

Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, Full Moon Dreaming, Gay Media Reviews, 3 Chicks After Dark

MM Good Book Reviews, Molly Lolly, BFD Book Blog, Man2ManTastic, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, 

The Fuzzy, Fluffy World of Chris T. Kat, Carly’s Book Reviews, Up All Night, Read All Day, Decadent Delights, 

Book Lovers 4Ever, The Hat Party, Three Books Over The Rainbow, Velvet Panic, Foxylutely Book Reviews, 

Inked Rainbow Reads

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