New Release by K-lee Klein “Lucky in Loveland”

Lucky in Loveland smallHi y’all and thank you Sarah for letting me take up some space for my new release. Lucky in Loveland comes out on February 13. It’s my first self-published book and also the first in a new series, Welcome to Loveland.

Loveland is a real city in Colorado and it is known for having a special connection to Valentine’s Day. Every year volunteers in Loveland help make over 130,00 Valentine dreams come true. Their re-mailing program allows people to send messages of love to with a special Loveland stamp to make the day even more special.

When I heard about the program, I knew I wanted to do a story that included it, or something like it anyhow. But just the name of the city—Loveland—made me think romance and love, and what better time of year to write a story about both those things than on Valentine’s Day.

Lucky Roberts, of Lucky in Loveland, was born and raised in Loveland. He’s a rough and tumble guy’s guy, or so you’d think when first encountering him. He meets Jack and his true colours come through. He’s a romantic or at least he wants to be. And Jack, who could really use a little romance in his life…well, he eats it up with a spoon. I wanted to write a love story set in the perfectly named city of Loveland and I hope that’s exactly what I did.

To thank you for stopping by I’m giving away an ebook copy of Lucky in Loveland to one commenter. Simply leave your name, email address, and a comment about you’re your fave think in a romance story is. I’ll select a winner from the comments here–contest is open until Friday, Feb 19th.

Thanks again and happy Valentine’s Day.
Lucky in Loveland (Welcome to Loveland, book 1)
Available February 13, 2016

Blurb

Loveland, Colorado is a special place all year around, a community of creativity and art, with scenic views and majestic mountains. But the town really shines once a year, on Valentine’s Day.

Lucky Roberts has lived in Loveland his whole life. He has good friends, strong family support, and is all about keeping his community fun and alive. The only thing Lucky has been “unlucky” with is love. But rather than avoiding February fourteenth in his hometown, he throws himself into helping others deliver their messages of love.

Enter Jack Canon. Jack moved to Loveland for a fresh start, in both his personal and professional lives. After a tough year, he’s finally hoping to just blend in, maybe carve a little niche for himself that his parents would have been proud of. What he didn’t expect was a pseudo-lumberjack with a killer body and shy smile to turn his world upside down – and he sure didn’t expect to like it so much.

When Lucky meets Jack, he feels like a thirteen year-old with his first crush. He’s clumsy, stammering, and the first greeting out of his mouth is a less than articulate, “Wow!” Words like adorable and manbun suddenly become part of his vocabulary as he discovers a deep, hidden need to romance the hell out of Jack.

And what better way to do that than during the most romantic season in the City of Love?

Available February 13
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Excerpt

…Lucky filed that bit of information away. It was practically sacrilege to live in Colorado without knowing how to skate, and the festival was mandatory for anyone in Loveland. Even if you got off the bus yesterday, you’d have already heard about the festival. Or so Lucky thought.

He spoke to the kids, though. “You know how the whole town comes out to dance and sing and just have a good time? Well, it’s the same for the community sports and the big game. People like to get together with their families and neighbors to support all the players. And because both teams always have all different types of people, different levels of players, everyone cheers for everyone, right? And that means the whole community wins.”

He was quite proud of his little presentation, even though it only lasted another ragged ten minutes or so. The kids had obviously had enough sitting still and being on their best behavior. Lucky totally understood that. He’d been one of those squirming, hyperactive kids growing-up, and the part he’d been looking forward to most was up next.

With a conspiratorial glance at Jack, Lucky retrieved the bags he’d left by the desk. He had to choke-off his own childish squeal as he handed-out the miniature foam hockey sticks and pucks, much to the enthusiastic delight of the kids. He wasn’t sure Mr. Jack was entirely struck on the idea, but by the time he considered checking with him, Lucky was already sprawled on the floor with his oversized hands stuffed into foam goalie gloves. This is my show ‘n tell. His legs spread wide as pucks were shot, kicked, and even thrown at him, Lucky let them rack up their goals, confident the pucks were soft enough to do him no damage. He protected his package with great skill.

By the time Jack called a time-out, Lucky was breathless from laughing and the kids were worked into a total frenzy. He hoped he hadn’t caused Jack too much trouble. He even tried to feel sorry for Jack—he really did—but he was too happy to care, Maybe, just maybe, he could make it up to him later. Did kindergarten kids still have naptime? Lucky thought he could use one too.

Lucky watched transfixed as Jack settled the kids into a coloring exercise with barely any fuss or attitude. He remembered coloring had always been one of his favorite parts of school. That, and recess, of course. Jack obviously had impressive rugrat managaement skills.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, as he was shrugging back into his coat. “I should have checked with you first about the hands-on demo. I thought it would be fun.”

Jack didn’t appear bothered, even gave Lucky a wry smirk. “Could have been way worse. I’m glad you didn’t ply them with sugar like Fire Chief Kent. They buzzed around like they were on Ecstasy for the rest of the day.”

“Doesn’t E make you mellow, not hyper?”

“Shows you how much I know about recreational drugs, I guess.” He spoke quietly out of the corner of one side of his mouth in some sexy New Yorker way, and if Lucky hadn’t been smitten before, he would have been zapped from then on. “Anyway, thanks for coming in. I think you’ve turned out to be their favorite guest for community month. Maybe I’ll see you around town.”

“Yeah, about that.” Lucky couldn’t help succumbing to his nervous habit, rubbing the back of his neck and dipping his head. “I do feel bad about getting them all hopped-up on fun. Can I buy you a cup of coffee or something?”

Jack snickered, as he snuck a peek around the corner of the cloakroom. “I really should get back to the kids. Not sure the moms and dads would like me sneaking out.”

“What? No. I didn’t mean it like—” Jack’s smirk stopped Lucky dead in his tracks. “That was mean, but you got me. Well played, sir.”

“I like you when you’re flustered.”

With a snort, Lucky rubbed the back of his head. “You’ve never seen me flustered.”

“Um, really? …and I quote…wow.”

Lucky blushed. “Is that a yes, then?” he asked while his heart hammered in his ears.

“How about dinner on me, since you were such a hit today? You know, Bettie’s, that diner down the street, say six o’clock?”

Had he ever got an easier date in his life? Or non-date or whatever. “You’ve got yourself a deal. We can talk about who’s paying when we’re finished. You might not want to fork out money for my company, after all.”

The amused expression on Jack’s face would have been pure comedy if Lucky hadn’t suddenly felt so mortified at his own words. He bit his bottom lip until a metallic taste flooded his mouth, a flush settling in for the winter from his neck to the tips of his ears while Jack snickered into his hand.

“I didn’t realize it was that kind of dinner.”

“What? No…shit…I mean, dammit.” Lucky felt like such an idiot. He kind of liked Jack for that. “You got me again.”

“You’re too easy.”

“I’m not touching that with a ten-foot pole. Six o’clock. I’ll be there. Say goodbye to the little monsters for me.” He’d swaggered his way about two doors down the hall when he called out to Jack again. “Oh, hey!

Jack turned from where he’d been shutting his door. “Yes, Mr. Lucky?”

“My mom’s an artist, too. I think you’d like her.”

“What?”

“Acrylic paint on your fingers. Hers are the same. Later, dude.”

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Bio

K-lee Klein has lived in one part of Western Canada or another for her entire life. She’s a doting mother of three now-grown kids, and has had characters and plots running around her head for as long as she can remember. In an attempt to avoid major writer’s block, she keeps the image of muse on her leg so he can’t run off too far, unfortunately it doesn’t work all the time. K-lee’s days consist of planning her next tattoo design for her growing collection, having a lot of baths since her muse loves the water, and fighting off an abundance of fabulous gay men, large and small who continually bounce off the walls of her skull, competing for their turns to tell their stories.

Among her favourite sub-genres to read and write are rock stars, cowboys, shifters, friends-to-lovers, and opposites-attract relationships. But to be honest, she’s open to almost anything if it involves messing around in the heads of her characters. She’s also big on series—because she has a hard time letting her characters go—and is usually working on a handful of stories in various stages of completion all at the same time.

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Cover Reveal for Patience by Grace R. Duncan


PatienceFSPatience

Forbes Mates, Book 2
Dreamspinner Press
Cover by Reese Dante
Release date: 3/7/2016
230 pages
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Blurb:

Jamie Ryan was almost ready to accept he’d never find his destined mate. They’re uncommon to begin with and same-sex versions downright rare. Since his gay best friend found a destined mate, Jamie figured he was out of luck. Until end of semester stress forces him to go through the full-moon shift early. Stuck in wolf form, he runs into none other than his destined mate. Who’s human.

Chad Sutton has always had good instincts. They served him well as a detective and continued on when he went private. Those instincts tell him there’s something about the dog that comes up to him while running away from animal control that isn’t quite right. He works to put the pieces together, but is unsuccessful until his dog turns into a human before his eyes.

Jamie has no idea what a shifter mate bite will do to a human. He’s terrified to try—and possibly kill his mate. They hunt together for answers while working together on a case for Chad. It’s easy to see they belong together, but Jamie fears the gods gave him someone he can’t keep.

 

Excerpt:

 

Jamie threw back another shot and set the glass on the bar. It was days like this that made him wish to hell his metabolism wasn’t so damned fast. Thanks to his wolf, there wasn’t much he could do. His body processed alcohol almost as fast as he could drink it.

It didn’t help that he’d been feeling out of sorts the whole day. After his last final, he’d loaded the rest of his things from his dorm room into his car. All through it, he’d felt just… off. He couldn’t wait until he got back out to pack lands and Tanner and Finley’s house. They both insisted he take one of the spare rooms when he wasn’t on campus.

He hadn’t wanted to at first. He wasn’t sure he wanted to sit around and watch Tanner and Finley be loving and physical. It wasn’t so much that he still had feelings for Finley. He didn’t, thank the gods. It was more of a different sort of jealousy. Now that he’d seen what it was to have a mate, he wanted one of his own—badly.

Tanner and Finley had tried to set him up with their friend the pack doctor, Miles. While Jamie could admit Miles was most definitely hot, with his long red hair and lean physique, Miles wasn’t his destined mate. And they got along well enough, but he didn’t even feel the interest with Miles he had with Finley. Luckily for both of them, Miles felt the same. They’d been able to occasionally fuck and be good friends, but that’s as far as it had gone.

Thankfully, Tanner and Finley weren’t as bad as he’d expected. They kept most of their physical stuff to their bedroom, with the occasional touch and kiss in front of him. So going back there for holidays and breaks wasn’t as bad as he’d been afraid it would be.

And now he wanted nothing more than to get on the road and make the hour-and-a-half-in-traffic trip back. His wolf had been prodding him for a while, and he needed to shift and run, let him loose.

Jamie tried to think of the last time he’d shifted outside of the full moon. When he realized he wasn’t sure, it made sense that he was so antsy. He was rather surprised he hadn’t started chasing the mailman down the street or chewing on his roommate’s slippers. Their kind had an unfortunate tendency to display horribly doglike behaviors—in human form—when they didn’t shift often enough. The worst of the side effects included full-blown attention deficit issues. Considering he was at the tail end of his junior year in college and squeaking through finals, Jamie counted himself lucky he’d managed to keep from any of that.

The prodding was undoubtedly the reason he was feeling out of sorts. His wolf prowled just under the surface, and he wondered if he shouldn’t just tell his friends good-bye and head home.

Come on, man! You’re being a lightweight tonight,” his roommate, Dwayne, said, shoving another shot at him. “You usually drink all of us under the table.”

I gotta drive home, dude,” Jamie said. He wasn’t about to explain that it didn’t matter how many shots he had, he could sober up in no time and still drive.

You can crash on my couch,” Troy offered.

Jamie turned to his other friend and shook his head. “Naw, it’s okay. I guess I can do a couple more.” He picked up another glass and lifted it to his lips, then stopped when he realized the fine hairs on the back of his hand weren’t quite so fine. He blinked, confused, since his vision was still normal.

Right then, the colors faded to grays. Jamie downed the shot quickly and closed his eyes, pretending to struggle to swallow the liquor, trying to fight his wolf back into its place.

Not yet. Just a little longer.

When he opened his eyes, the color was back, but his wolf was even closer to the surface. He glanced at his watch—a digital with the moon phases on it, just in case—but the full moon was still more than two days away. The date didn’t seem to matter, though. Jamie was losing the fight against his wolf, and he needed to get out of there—fast.

Dude, you okay?” Troy asked, peering at him.

Dwayne was grinning from the other side. “I think he finally had one too many.”

Jamie jumped on the excuse. “Uh, yeah. Something with that last shot. Need some air. Sorry.” With that, he hurried out to the street and took a deep breath. Unfortunately, Forbes Avenue in the heart of Oakland—Pittsburgh’s college district—wasn’t the best place for fresh air. All he got for his trouble was two lungs full of exhaust and a burning nose. He knew better—he’d been fighting the stench of city for most of the last two years—and he cursed himself for doing it anyway.

Shaking his head at himself, he darted past the Dunkin’ Donuts and the door to The O, then around the corner, looking for a quick place to hide. His vision turned gray again, and he struggled to hold his wolf back at least until he could get hidden. He ducked into the alley just beyond the building and let out a breath.

Before he could think of how to handle this, his wolf broke through, and Jamie found himself forced through the shift. His gums itched as his teeth dropped, his claws extended, and fur erupted over his skin. His bones and muscles realigned, and seconds later, he landed on four paws.

He shook himself hard and gave himself just a moment to savor being in his fur again. But this was not the place for him to be in wolf form. He was too far away from Schenley Park, or any other park, for that matter. Never mind the fact that wolves didn’t wander around in city parks. They weren’t even truly native to this region, much less would they be found in a park completely surrounded by city.

He prodded his wolf, trying to nudge him back so he could take his human form again. However, his wolf refused to relinquish control. Jamie struggled, trying to internally reason with his wolf—if he could go back to human, he could get home to the forest and shift for a while. His wolf wouldn’t listen. He was getting truly worried now, when his human side couldn’t pull the lupine side back.

No matter what he did, he couldn’t seem to get control. Huffing, Jamie sat and considered his options, though there were very few. He could keep trying to shift, but he suspected that would be an exercise in futility. He could try to get to his car… except there was no way he could get the door open, even if he could get down the street and through the garage unseen.

He turned to his clothes and nosed through the pile of denim scraps that used to be his jeans. He managed to pull his phone out with his mouth, but the screen wouldn’t recognize the touch of his paw. Not that he knew what he’d do anyway. Call Finley, maybe. But that obviously wasn’t an option.

He looked toward the street but knew that was a bad idea, no matter how much he wanted to get away. Until he was human again, he didn’t dare risk venturing out of the alley. That left the other direction.

Jamie looked down at his clothes, then left them to explore the short distance to the back wall. He found milk crates, a huge trash compactor, the currently raised bottom of a fire escape, a couple of recycling bins, and not much else. A door that presumably led into the kitchen of The O sat in the wall to his right. At the end of the alley, it turned in an L-shape into a tiny parking lot Jamie hadn’t known was there.

It was dark enough no one should be able to see him, so he figured his best bet at this point was find a spot in the corner and wait. Hopefully, after some rest and time in his fur, his wolf would let go and he could get back into his human skin.

He nosed open one of the recycling bins first. It took a couple of trips, but he got his clothes, shoes, watch, phone, and wallet into the bin. Even if they ended up in a dump somewhere, he didn’t want them just lying out on the ground where someone could steal them. Once he was human again, he could fish them out, but until then at least they were out of sight.

He found a quiet spot under the fire escape and behind the door to settle in. With a sigh, he lay down and rested his head on his paws to wait.

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If you haven’t read it yet, now would be a
great time to check out Devotion, Forbes Mates #1 and where you get to meet Jamie first. Find out more about Devotion and see how you can get Tanner and Finley’s story here: http://www.grace-duncan.com/devotion .

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grace_nohateGrace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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Sometimes You Need that One Perfect Day…

Puppy H_resizedOne of the things I love about animals is that they are so good at living in the moment. That can be a problem if you have a dog with separation anxiety, (because for him, your leaving can be a terrible catastrophe that will never be resolved in his lifetime :-) ) but for the most part, it’s a great and wonderful gift.

It’s something I’m not very good at myself. I’m either mired in the mistakes of my past, which I am unable to change, or wasting my now by fretting over the future. No matter how many times I tell myself not to do this, I can’t seem to get the hang of letting go and simply being. Living for the here and now. Living in the moment.

But animals are great teachers if you let yourself accept the lesson. They wake up each morning with the past practically forgotten, sure that the day will begin with BREAKFAST, followed by a potty break, and then, OMG, if you’re really lucky a walk! And if you’re really lucky, you might just go some place you really enjoy, some place where everyone comes home muddy and wet.

AutumnH_resized_zpsa63c73abThey don’t fret over bills or work. They don’t mind if you’ve gained weight, or if you’re a failure in the eyes of the world. To them, you’re the Best Thing Ever: the bringer of treats, the keeper of the leash, the driver of the car. You are the pack leader and whatever you say goes.

Maybe you’ve been grumpy and irritable for months on end, exhausted by work and worry. They don’t care. They will meet you at the door of your house or the barn with the same enthusiasm if you’ve been gone ten minutes or ten hours. You are the center of their universe. You are here now and that’s all that matters.

SnowHawkeye-resized_zps4d715482And yet, so often, I haven’t been there. Not really. Oh sure, I’m there as a physical presence but my mind is somewhere else, stewing about things that may or may not happen, worrying about things I cannot change. Sometimes it takes a punch in the face for you to wake up and see how much time you’ve wasted. How little all that fretting has really gained you. How, instead, it has harmed you more than you realize. You can’t get those hours back. Worse, much of the time you spent in sorrow over what you might lose prevented you from fully enjoying what you had right in front of you at that very moment in time.

This morning, I woke up to find the dogs bouncing off the furniture, chasing each other around the house. After a week of bitter temps and falling weather, it was sunny and quite warm. The BF and I took the dogs out, and we didn’t even put our coats on, despite the inches of snow still lying on the ground. The very fact it was so warm meant this snow wasn’t going to last much longer. It was, in fact, a fleeting moment, all things considered.

Snow W 2016 BestSo we went out to the barn first, where we fed carrots to the horses I no longer ride. Will I ever ride again? I’m not sure, but today it didn’t matter. Today the sun was shining, burnishing their coats like copper and mahogany. For once, I thought my extremely geriatric Old Man looked fabulous. Not because he was handsome, but because he was there. After so much heartache and concern over him a year ago, it was a miracle to look at him and know he was still there.

carrots all gone 2016My other Miracle Horse was there too. Having survived near-death experiences three times over the last decade, we refer to her as The Mare Who Lived. The joke is if we shaved her forehead, we’d find a lightening bolt. Will I ever be in a position to ride her again? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter to her. She would just as soon live out the rest of her days in retirement, as long as I show up with carrots from time to time.

After the barn, we went out into the forest to take the dogs for a run. The roads weren’t as clear up in the mountains, and it felt very much like we were on an adventure. The views weren’t the kind of spectacular sights you’d see out west, but the mountains were shrouded in snow, and the sight was simply beautiful to see. Everywhere we turned, there was another gorgeous scene, and the camera couldn’t begin to do justice to it.

Snowy Fields 1 2016I couldn’t get over how utterly perfect it was. The temperatures were just right to walk without a coat, hat, or gloves. There was no wind biting into your cheeks. The ground was still largely covered with snow, and yet nothing that a car with 4 wheel drive couldn’t handle. The dogs were lit up with excitement, running as soon as they hit the ground, seeking out new smells, new paths, new adventures. As far as they were concerned, it was The Best Day Evar! We walked our usual trails, but everything felt magical and new, covered with snow as it was.

Autumn Path WoodsMy dog doesn’t know what lies ahead next week for him. He doesn’t know that his spleen is a time bomb waiting to go off, or that we plan to remove it in the hopes that we can buy him more time. He doesn’t know how fast the years have gone by since I brought him home as a little puppy. He’s not aware of his own age any more than he is of mine. He doesn’t understand why I regret not being the person he needed to have in his life, how he came along when I was too tired and too worn out to give him the life he deserved. He’s not afraid of his future, nor bothered by his past. Nothing matters to him but the here and now, the excitement of running through the forest, of sneak attacks on the little dog, of making sure we all go home wet, filthy, and tired.

Nothing matters but having the Best Day Evar.

And that’s a lesson we all should learn while we still can. So go forth and make every day The Best Day Evar.

Snow BuddiesSnowy Creek 2016

 

Snow Day H 2016The Road Ahead 2016

Release Day Blitz & Giveaway: Susan Mac Nicol is “Flying Solo”

Title: Flying Solo

Series: Men of London #6

Author: Susan Mac Nicol

Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group

Genre: M/M Romance

Release

Date: January 28, 2016

Blurb

Flight attendant Maxwell Lewis has spent years cultivating a bon vivant image only to find he finally wants something more—and that something more includes the never-does-repeats game designer Gibson Henry.

ABOVE AND BEYOND


Maxwell Lewis is proud of the life he’s made. Having turned tragedy into triumph, he’s now a beloved member of a Target Airlines cabin crew with more than his fair share of attention both in the air and on the ground. But lately he’s wanted something more than the occasional hook-up or sometime sex buddy—particularly after meeting game designer and passenger Gibson Henry.

Talented and driven, Gibson has built a company ready to be the next big thing in gaming. Devoted to his work, he takes onetime pleasures where he finds them and never does repeats…which is what he tells handsome, sexy Maxwell Lewis after a little mile-high flight attendance. But a chance encounter in a London club is about to change things forever. Two men, one who’s flown solo and another who’s only ever played alone, are about to find that at some point all games come to end, it’s time to bare your heart and try for love.

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Excerpt

“You got some time off from flying then?” Gibson cocked his head with a knowing grin, probably having seen the direction of Maxwell’s eyes.

“I have a whole three days off before my next shift. I heard about this place opening, decided to check it out. It’s pretty cool.”

“Yeah, lots of new talent.” Gibson gave a noisy slurp of his drink then peered at Maxwell over his glasses. Maxwell’s stomach clenched in appreciation.

“I don’t normally do this, but do you fancy a repeat? There’s a bathroom on the left we can slip into.”

Maxwell drew in a deep breath. He was so going to regret this, he knew it. He had to take a stand somewhere though in his search for everlasting love.

“Thanks but no. You’re not the kind of guy to get involved, or so you said when you blew me off last time, so it wouldn’t solve any purpose except for a quick bit of pleasure. I wasn’t really in the mood for this tonight but I promised a friend.” He drank up what was left of his cocktail and put the empty glass on the bar.

Gibson looked shame faced. “Yeah, about that. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been such a git. I wanted to apologise to you on the plane afterwards but then things ran away with me and I got distracted.”

Maxwell was heartened by the apology. That took balls. “No problem. I understand. I’m at a bit of different path in my life. I’m tired of the fuck’em and suck ‘em. I want someone to come home to. Maybe it’s a stupid pipe dream but I have to start trying to find someone somewhere, right?”

He smiled at Gibson who stared back at him with a strange expression.

I bet he isn’t used to being turned down. Maybe I’m being an idiot.

Maxwell wondered if his new-found principles were worth it. He might have to reconsider.

Someone shoved against Gibson, causing his drink to go flying all over the back of another man standing at the bar. A very big man in a shiny dress suit, flashy jewellery and what looked like a permanent scowl etched on his wide face. He turned around and grabbed Gibson’s wrist, causing him to cry out softly in pain.

“What the fuck? You’ve messed up my suit,” Shiny Suit growled.

Gibson tried to wrench his wrist free. “Hey, you ape, let go of me. I’m sorry, it was an accident. Someone knocked me.”

“Yeah? Fucking twinks. You think all you have to do is bat your girly eyelashes and a man will forgive you anything. I ought to-”

“Let him the fuck go,” Maxwell said evenly. His blood was heating up like lava in Pompeii at seeing Gibson being manhandled. His temper was slow to burn but when it did – oh boy. Maxwell was quick to go from slow denotation to supernova I’m going to fuck you up so badly status. He controlled it – mostly. When he’d been on the streets, it had taken all his self-control not to become an animal like some of his friends had. And sometimes an animal had been what you needed to be to get by.

“What did you say to me?” Shiny Suit’s lips twisted. “Punk, you think you can take me on?” He let go of Gibson’s wrist, who stood rubbing it with a worried expression.

“Max, leave him. He’s not worth it. He’s a douche bag in a suit. Let’s get out of here-” Gibson’s voice was cut off as the other man reached out and slapped him on the cheek, the flat sound echoing in Maxwell’s ears like the knell of doom. Behind the bar, Dan motioned to the bouncers across the room to come over.

The rushing blood in Maxwell’s ears grew to rock concert crescendo and he moved forward in front of Shiny Suit, standing between him and Gibson. At the sight of a red handprint on Gibson’s fair skin, and the look of shock on his face, Maxwell now wanted to hit someone. He took a deep, centred breath to calm himself down. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Gibson away.

“I might look all soft and cuddly,” Maxwell murmured, “but beneath this gorgeous and drool worthy exterior lies the heart and soul of a primal beast.”

Shiny Suit’s eyes widened in confusion and Maxwell thanked the Gods he seemed to have a dumb one here. Brawn and no brains were always so much easier to bring down. Years of fighting his own battles against bullies at school, hanging out with street gangs and learning to fight dirty had often proven his salvation at times like these.

And there was one way he’d found to distract a bully and calm himself down that was almost fool proof.

Author Bio

Susan Mac Nicol is a self-confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. She is never happier than when sitting scribbling down words and making two men fall in love.

In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.

Sue is a member of Romance Writers of America and Romantic Novelists Association in the UK. She lives in the quaint village of Bocking in Essex, set in the countryside and not far from the sea should she get the yen to eat crab or oysters on the Cromer Pier.

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Shower them with love–that includes you too…

You know how it is when you get exposed to a bunch of new ideas or different ways of looking at things, and they jumble around in your brain percolating madly until you reach an epiphany of sorts? Yeah, that happened to me recently. I’m not always the fastest learner when it comes to self-realization, despite the fact most friends would describe me as empathetic and perceptive. It took a culmination of events for the switch to flip. I’ve written about this subject time and again, and every time I think I have a handle on changing my mindset, I lapse back into old ways of thought.

Some time ago, I read this amazing post entitled Sex and the Plus-Sized Gal. One of the things the post emphasized was that the thing that had the biggest impact on making a woman appear sexy and attractive to others was her belief that she was these things. Which was a problem for me because I didn’t believe these things to be true about myself. After a lifetime of believing myself to be unattractive and undesirable, I can count on one hand the times I felt differently. The first was after taking an eight week weight lifting class at school. I felt strong and empowered by the experience, and for once, thought I looked like a million dollars. The second time came when I’d moved to a new town, taken on a new job, and lost twenty pounds as a result. I was ready to meet someone new, and had the confidence to go out and do so. But most of the time, I listened to the inner soundtrack of negativity, developed by my mother and honed to perfection by daily repetition on my part.

beach shotI found the post to be enlightening, but it still boiled down to the impossibility of viewing myself in anything but the negative terms I’d already established. Even when I was young and relatively attractive, I couldn’t see it. Like a kind of Ugly Anorexia if you will. I share this picture with you, not because I want to suggest I was some sort of hot babe, but to show just how unable I was to see my real self. At the time this photo was taken, I was convinced I was the ugliest girl on the planet. If you’d have pointed to the picture as evidence I wasn’t as ‘homely as a mud fence’ (something my mother told me that I was), I would have defended my position by saying I wasn’t wearing my glasses at the time and you couldn’t tell I had braces on in this shot. I simply wouldn’t have believed you if you said I was decent-looking. The irony is I’d give a lot to look that again.

More recently, I’ve been reading about Carrie Fisher’s response to critics saying that she hadn’t aged well in the years between the original Star Wars movies and The Force Awakens. What she has to say about having signed an invisible contract to remain forever young and slim is simply breathtaking. You should read it. I found myself applauding her for the courage to admit to her issues and to challenge those who expect her to still wear the gold bikini after all these years. I wished I could be more like Carrie Fisher, regardless of how in some people’s eyes, she failed to meet the standards of perfection deemed necessary by Hollywood and fans.

It wasn’t until I came across this tweet on Twitter that all the dots connected, however. I don’t know if it is true or not. To be honest, I don’t want to know. I’m going to accept it as written because I need it to be true. Shower with Love

 

 

My first thought on reading this was, “Wow. It takes a real man to put his own needs second to that of his loved one, to make her well-being the most important task in his life.”

My second thought on reading this was that I needed to do this for everyone I loved, human and animal alike.

My third thought was that I was forgetting someone very important in all of this: me.

Because a woman is not merely a reflection of her man, but more importantly, a reflection of her own thoughts. And as much as I love the implied romanticism in this quotation, we can’t wait for someone else to validate our self-worth. While it may be easier to accept external validation, it is crucial that we stop our own negative self-chatter. No, we may not be able to convince ourselves we’re something we’re not, but we can treat ourselves with kindness. We can treat ourselves the way we would treat our BFF, which means that we’d be blind to perceived imperfections, and we’d sometimes suggest ice cream and sometimes suggest a walk. We’d surprise ourselves with little gifts and compliments, and fiercely attack anyone who’d run us down–even if it was ourselves doing the trash-talking. I strongly suspect that if I give myself a month of positive reinforcement the way I did in this post here, I would begin to see changes. Mental health of this kind is an exercise after all. The more you work out, the stronger it gets. After a lifetime of making the negative soundtrack strong, it will take time to reverse the process. But I’m willing to give it a shot.

So in addition to showering those I love with daily affirmations of that love, I intend to include myself as well. To see the positive and stop resenting the negative. To stop hating and treat myself as I would a dear friend. The truth of the matter is I’m not too shabby for a woman of my age. It’s time to stop acting as if my life is all downhill from here.

BoysofSummer[The]FSI’m hosting a workshop at Savvy Authors starting next week on making the transition from Fanfic to Profic, starting Jan 25th. You have to be a Savvy Authors member to participate, but it is well worth the membership fee. My latest release, the award-winning The Boys of Summer, deals with love, loss, and finding love again. I hope you’ll check it out.

Susan Mac Nicol: Cross to Bare Book Tour!

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Title: Cross to Bare

Series: Men of London

Author: Susan Mac Nicols

Publishing Company: Boroughs Publishing Group

Release Date: November 10, 2015

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Tough in business but romantic at heart, fashion designer Lenny James isn’t hiding his masculinity behind his super successful female alter ego, but a vulnerability that only handsome financier Brook Hunter will be man enough to reveal…and worship.
TWO OF A KIND
It’s amazing what a little mascara and lipstick, a blonde wig, false boobs, and top-notch female fashion can hide. Not that Lenny James is hiding his masculinity. He uses his normal voice when he’s Laverne, and he’s not particularly camp as a man. His reasons for creating his alter ego are locked deep in his past. He is who he is: tough in business, and a romantic at heart. What he’s hiding is vulnerability. He wants a man to accept both sides of him.
Gorgeous, commanding, and dark as sin, Brook Hunter meets Lenny and knows nothing about Laverne until fate pushes her into his path. Cross-dressing is as far from Brook’s reality as fashion is from his world of diplomacy and high finance. Understanding and truth take time, and trust doesn’t come easy. But Brook is about to show Lenny that there are no sides to true love, just the place where they meet in the middle.
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Brook smiled. “The chemistry is still there, though. No doubt about that.” His brows furrowed. “And if I remember from our last window encounter, you promised to return the favour,” he murmured as he reached out and removed the glass from Lenny’s hands. He put the whisky down on the table by the window then dipped his finger in the cool liquid. Brook’s finger came up, and he slid it across Lenny’s bottom lip, slowly. He thought he was going to shoot in his pants with the eroticism of that gesture. The whisky flavour burned into his lips and he slid his tongue out and sucked the finger caressing his mouth. Brook’s eyes widened in lust, the pupils expanding. His lips parted and Lenny wanted to thrust his tongue and his cock inside the hot, wet heat of that mouth.
“Let’s get this over with, shall we, because obviously neither of us can wait,” Brook whispered, as his tongue slid into Lenny’s ear. His hands slid under the red jacket, tugging the shirt from his trousers, and then caressing the heated skin beneath. “Otherwise we’ll not enjoy my wonderful Chicken Cacciatore that I slaved over all day. Let’s fuck first, talk later.”
Lenny agreed wholeheartedly. With a low moan, he mashed his mouth against Brook’s and took possession of it. Familiar and wanton in return, Brook’s questing tongue slid into Lenny’s mouth. The slippery sensation of that deliciously heated organ, currently on a quest to drive him crazy, took him back to those passion fuelled days when he and Brook had been together. The feel of strong fingers against Lenny’s skin and the heat of that body pressed against his – it was if they’d never been apart. Lenny wasn’t one for insta-love but insta-lust he could definitely understand.
“I’d forgotten how damn good you taste and feel,” Brook gasped as his hands fumbled with buttons, opening Lenny’s trousers. He cried out as Brook’s hand slid inside his silk boxers and slid fingers down his hardened and wet cock. “This – this is what I want, you inside me.”
That phrase made Lenny thrust his cock harder into the tight confines of Brook’s hand.
“You keep saying that and I won’t have anything to fuck you with because you’ll make me come,” he managed to get out. “Turn around, face the glass.” He didn’t wait for Brook to obey, simply spun him round hard and slammed him against the cold, silken wall. “You’d better hope this is one way glass, because otherwise your neighbours are going to see you being royally skewered this time.” Lenny kicked off his trousers and underwear, giving a sigh of relief as his cock sprung free.
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 Hello Susan! Welcome to my blog and thank you for answering my nosy, I mean discerning, questions! First, please tell us a little about yourself and the kinds of stories you like to write. Would you say there is an underlying theme behind your stories?
Hi Sarah, it’s great being here with you again. Well, I live in the UK, just outside London, and besides working in the Financial Services industry, I’m a writer and editor of an online magazine. I write gay fiction, of the romance kind as you know. There are themes in any story I think, depending on the unique storyline, but my overall message is that there is always hope for two people to find each other, even when faced with what might seem like insurmountable odds.
What gave you the courage to submit your first story to a publisher?
I’d written my first book, which started off a screenplay, and once it was done, I remembered that I’d Linked In with a romance publisher called Boroughs. I thought, what the hell, they can only say no. I submitted the story and no one was more surprised than I was when they said yes. It was the first and only publisher I’d submitted to so I was blown away. It was one of the best moments of my life.
I see you write M/M fiction. Would you characterize your stories as M/M romance, erotica, or something in between?
I write M/M Romance, I guess, if anyone needs to label it. It’s a genre I’m very proud to be in, as there are so many talented story tellers in it. Ultimately it’s simply fiction, set in the romance/science fiction/detective/paranormal genre, featuring gay protagonists. There’s a lot of controversy around the terms M/M Romance and Gay fiction. I’m not going to go into that though!
In the long run, I’d like to think I write books with a story first but which happen to have gay characters as the protagonists. In its early days, one of my books, Love and Punishment, spent a long time in the Mystery and Thriller category, with no LGBT labeling attached. It also won a crime award in a group that wasn’t gay focused. I rather liked this; that one of my books is classed as what it is about first, a novel about crime and intrigue, rather than just an M/M or gay romance book.
Do you have a favorite character that you’ve created? Why does this character resonate with you?
I think my favourite character so far is Leslie Scott from Suit Yourself. I love his wide eyed appreciation of the world and his drive to make things better for everyone. I have a fondness for heel wearing characters in books I read, those men who aren’t afraid to show another side to themselves. Leslie seemed to climb into the heart of a lot of readers, and they loved his sassiness and tender nature.
If you could have one super power or magical element from popular science fiction movies or literature, what would it be and why?
I want to be able to travel in time. I have this burning desire to visit the past places from history and see them for myself. London in the 1880’s is somewhere I’d love to visit. See if I could solve the Jack the Ripper case  I haven’t much interest in the future though; I prefer to let that play out without knowing too much.
Do you see your writing as a hobby or is it your goal to be a full time writer at some point in the future?
It is definitely my goal to be a full time writer at some point. I’ve just reduced my work week to four days and to me, that’s a start. It means I can perhaps give more focus to writing more books, and with more books hopefully comes more income. It’s a pipe dream at the moment to give up full time but without a dream, we have nothing to chase and aspire to.
Research: love it or hate it?
I love doing the research. It’s like taking a long car trip on your way to a treasured holiday- stopping off at the services for a burger and a cup of coffee, or a local pub for lunch or getting out the car and taking photos of the scenery on the top of a mountain or hill. It’s a part of the journey. You know you’re going to end up somewhere beautiful or cherished at the end, but the steps there are as valued as actually reaching the end destination. Not to mention you learn something and have fun while doing it. I’ve visited a lighthouse on the coast, lived in a circus, walked up the hill to the Tor in Glastonbury and spent time in a town of magical intrigue called Mistley not far from where I live -so it’s all good memories.
How much do you think that a good blurb and good cover art figure into the success of a story?
I think it’s important. A cover is the first thing you see when you’re looking for something to read. It needs to hold your interest. Having said that, I’ve seen covers that aren’t perhaps too exciting but the blurb sounds good. So it’s critical to have both representing the story as best they can in my opinion.
Have you ever been intimidated by reviews?
Of course. I started out feeling gutted when I read a bad review. It would make me question my talent as a writer. After a while, I was able to shrug it off, realise that as long as you got more praise for your stories than damnation, you were doing a good job. Now I read reviews on Amazon, not Goodreads, and I’m able to nod my head and see if criticism is constructive, or not and if not, then ignore it.
What are your writing goals for 2016? Your personal goals?
I have a release due out on 28th January- the sixth book in my Men of London series. It’s called Flying Solo and is Maxwell Lewis’s story. We meet him in Suit Yourself. I’ve finished book seven ‘Damaged Goods’ already-that’s Jax’s story, the young teen we meet in Feat of Clay. I’m also currently writing the last book in this series, Hard Climate, which is Ryan ad Mango’s story, who we met in Cross to Bare. I’ve also started writing my next stand-alone novel, ‘Living on Air, the one set in a circus. I’ve also got plans for a spin off series from Men of London, featuring Tate and Clay from Feat Of Clay. This will be a detective thriller series featuring them all the way through but with different cases each time. So there is plenty on the go.

Thank you for joining us here today, Susan! As always, you bring such colorful characters vividly to life–I can’t wait to see what you come up with next!

Susan Mac Nicol is a self-confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. She is never happier than when sitting scribbling down words and making two men fall in love.
In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.
Sue is a member of Romance Writers of America and Romantic Novelists Association in the UK. She lives in the quaint village of Bocking in Essex, set in the countryside and not far from the sea should she get the yen to eat crab or oysters on the Cromer Pier.

 

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Kindle Alexander: the Full Domain Book Tour and Giveaway!

Title: Full Domain
Series: Nice Guys Novel #3
Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: January 12, 2016
Honor, integrity, and loyalty are how Deputy US Marshal Kreed Sinacola lives his life. A former SEAL now employed by the Special Operations Group of the US Marshal Service, Kreed spent most of his life working covert operations and avoiding relationships. Never one to mix business with pleasure, his boundaries blur and his convictions are put to the test when he finally comes face-to-face with the hot computer geek he’s been partnered with. Hell-bent on closing the ongoing case for his longtime friend, he pushes past his own limits and uncovers more than he expects.

Aaron Stuart strives for one thing: justice. Young and full of idealism, his highly sought after computer skills land him a position with the National Security Agency. Aaron’s biggest hazard at his job is cramped fingers, but all that changes when he is drawn into the middle of a dangerous federal investigation. Aaron gets more than he bargained for when the FBI partners him with a handsome and tempting deputy US marshal. His attraction to the inked up, dark-haired man provides another kind of threat altogether. Aaron tries desperately to place a firewall around his heart and fight his developing feelings, knowing one misstep on his part could ultimately destroy him.

The solution isn’t as easy as solving the case, which is treacherous enough as it is. But the growing sexual attraction between them threatens to derail more than just Kreed’s personal convictions as he quickly learns temptation and matters of the heart rarely fit easily into the rules he’s lived by. Will Kreed be able to convince Aaron to open his heart and face the fact that sometimes the answers aren’t always hidden in code?


“You’re so fucking sexy with those fuck-me-I’m-so-smart glasses on and that intense look on your face.”
Aaron glanced up and narrowed his eyes as he shoved the glasses off to the top of his head and stretched out his back. There was just something about the big, gorgeous deputy marshal growling those words at him that made his dick want to come out and play. A tired yawn from hours of sitting behind his laptop slipped free as he rubbed his eyes.
“And those noises you make are a complete turn-on.”

“I have a feeling it doesn’t take much to turn you on. A slight gust of wind would probably have you at full mast,” Aaron teased, lowering the lid to his laptop.

Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next!

I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it’s true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women’s hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal… I don’t want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I’m going to tell you about Kindle.

I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.

That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.

Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.

Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It’s its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her.

Find out more by visiting www.kindlealexander.com or email me at kindle@kindlealexander.com

 

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Fixer Upper by Meg Harding: Interview and Excerpt!

IMG_8243Hey everyone! Today as part of The Boys of Summer book tour, I’m being interviewed by Louise Lyons on her site, so be sure to drop in over there and see what’s going on, as well as enter to win an e-copy of The Boys of Summer!

Today on my site, I’m welcoming Meg Harding, who’s latest release, Fixer Upper, is available from Dreamspinner Press today!

Fixer-Upper
Meg Harding
22, 585 words
Contemporary Romance
Published by DreamSpinner
Cover by AngstyG
Buy links: Dreamspinner / All Romance / Amazon / Barnes & Noble

Hello, Meg! Welcome to my blog and thank you for answering my nosy discerning questions! First, please tell us a little about yourself and the kinds of stories you like to write. Would you say there is an underlying theme behind your stories?

I’m a massive geek, so I tend to like to include a fair bit of that in all of books. You’ll find mentions of Sherlock, Marvel, LOTR/The Hobbit…. They’re things I love, and I like to work them in in passing at least. Most of my books all tend to have some kind of pet in them, because I love animals, and it feels natural for me to include them. I wouldn’t say there’s an underlying theme, though. I write whatever happens to come to my mind at the time. I like happy endings and the right amount of angst to get them there. A lot of the time I definitely veer toward the sweet side, though that’s something that’s changing a little in some of my upcoming works.

The Good ShepherdHah! That’s interesting! I’m a huge geek too, as well as an animal-lover, so it sounds like your stories would be right up my alley! What gave you the courage to submit your first story to a publisher?

Fanfiction. I read a lot of fanfiction, and it encouraged me to get back into writing and to fix up and finish some of my work. I even first published on a fanfiction site in order to receive feedback before I sent things off to a publisher.

Oh wow, your backstory could be very similar to mine! I found my way back to writing after a long hiatus through discovering fanfiction as well! I see you write M/M fiction. Would you characterize your stories as M/M romance, erotica, or something in between?

I would say M/M romance. A lot of my stories aren’t heavy on the sex scenes (though some of them are), but the focus is more on the romance either way.

City Girl or Country Mouse—and why?

City girl through and through. I like being close to all of my interests. I like that if I want to do something or see something it’s right there, and I don’t have to travel hours to get to it.

Whew, for a moment there, I was beginning to think we might have been twins separated at birth, but I’m a Country Mouse all the way! :-) Do you see your writing as a hobby or is it your goal to be a full time writer at some point in the future?

It’s definitely my goal to be a full time writer eventually. I think that’s probably a long way off at this stage, but I’m working on it.

Research: love it or hate it?

I’m a bit of an anomaly. I don’t like research. I’ll do it when the story requires it, but it feels like pulling teeth. I like being able to write from my head and just spit it out without having to switch to a google tab every five seconds to check my facts.

Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, do you find what you listen to influences the story at all?

I listen to movie soundtracks while I write. I can’t focus with words, but the upbeat bits of the tracks and the big swells of the orchestras tend to help me when I’m writing more charged, exciting moments.

Thank you for stopping by and sharing a bit about yourself and your new story, Meg! Congratulations on your new release!

Blurb:
Ex-business owner and soon to be ex-husband Jake has had some rotten luck of late. His world is tumbling down around him, but it’s time to dust himself off and move on. Buying and fixing up the most dilapidated home he can find might be just the thing to get him back on track. But Jake gets more than he bargained for when he meets former lawyer turned landscaper Dakota. Dakota is smart and ridiculously sexy—and Jake doesn’t have a clue how to act around him. After several gardening mishaps, Jake is sure Dakota thinks he’s completely inept. Turns out Dakota is thinking something else entirely. And as Dakota gives Jake advice, an ear to listen, and helps him work through his issues, Jake realizes flowers aren’t the only thing blooming between them.

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There was a truck already parked out front when he got there, the back of it loaded down with equipment. He parked, and as he stepped from the car, a short blond man rounded the corner.

“Hello,” called the man, striding quickly over. “I’m Jasper, your landscaper. I’ve just been checking the place out.” He shook Jake’s hand. He had a steady grip. “Quite the fixer-upper you’ve got here. My partner and I will really have some fun with this.”

“Your partner?” asked Jake, looking behind Jasper.

“He should be getting here any minute now. He’s bringing the trailer.”

“Oh,” said Jake, and then, remembering his manners, said, “I’m Jake. Nice to meet you.”

Jasper smiled at him, revealing a crooked incisor. “Nice to meet you too.”

A truck pulled up, and another after that, and still another. Jasper walked off, and Jake turned to greet the construction crew as they piled out of their trucks. There were so many of them, and Jake knew he’d have a time of keeping their names down.

The head of the crew was a tall man named Lincoln, who had a thick beard and not one strand of hair on the top of his head. Lincoln had Jake walk him through the house and explain in detail what he wanted done. He looked at him like he was a bit insane, but he didn’t say anything, just nodded and asked questions when he had them.

“Who’s your carpenter?” Lincoln asked at the end of the tour.

Jake blinked. “I haven’t got one yet. I was going to wait till you were done.”

Lincoln shook his head, pulling out a pad and pen from his back pocket and starting to scribble. “Get someone now. Walk them through and explain what you want. It’ll take time to build the stuff, but most of it will be ready by the time we’re done. More efficient that way.” He ripped the first page off the pad and handed it over. “Here’s a number for a guy I know. God’s gift to man when it comes to woodworking. Give him a call.”

The handwriting on the paper was almost illegible, but Jake nodded. “I will.” He’d look him up when he went home.

“I’d get the roofers in right away as well, if you haven’t already got them.”

Jake pocketed the number. “The roofers are starting tomorrow.” They’d had to finish up another job first.

“You really picked a wreck,” noted Lincoln as they walked out into the front yard.

“I know.” A wreck it may have been, but the inspectors hadn’t said it needed to be torn down. Jake had been unable to contain the small surge of pride when they’d declared it to be of sound build.

The painters came over, and Lincoln walked off. Jake took them over the outside of the house and briefly talked about some of his ideas for the inside—which would have to be done once everything else was finished.

“I’ve got someone coming to fix the eaves and whatnot later this week. Will you be good to start with them like this?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine,” answered Josh, the head painter.

“Perfect,” said Jake. “If you need an extra hand, I’d be more than happy to help with the painting.”

Josh side-eyed him. “Sure,” he said. “I’ll let you know.”

Jake watched him walk away with the feeling he wasn’t going to be asked to aid in the painting at any point in time. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he surveyed the crumbling house and the overgrown yard, all the people milling about preparing themselves for work.
He needed to be doing something. It was an ache in his bones, an itching in his skin. His gaze drifted, searching… searching…. There. Two riding mowers sat side by side on the sidewalk. He could do that. He was perfectly capable of mowing the lawn. With a quick stride, he made his way over to the mowers. He didn’t know where Jasper had gotten to, but he figured he’d be back eventually.

He’d never actually mown a lawn before, but he didn’t think it could be that hard. Circling the mowers, he examined them with a close eye.

“Can I help you?” asked a deep, husky voice.

Author Bio:
Meg Harding is a graduate of UCF, and is completing a masters program for Publishing in the UK. For as long as she can remember, writing has always been her passion, but she had an inability to ever actually finish anything. She’s immensely happy that her inability has fled and looks forward to where her mind will take her next. She’s a sucker for happy endings, the beach, and superheroes. In her dream life she owns a wildlife conservation and is surrounded by puppies. She’s a film buff, voracious reader, and a massive geek.

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The Boys of Summer Book Tour and Giveaway!

BoysofSummer[The]FSI don’t know about you this morning, but I really wasn’t looking forward to going back to work. You know how it is, the harness chafes a bit once you’ve had a chance to take it off. I forced myself out of my warm bed today, grumbling bitterly about the cold, dragging myself into the kitchen to start a pot of tea, when I noticed that I didn’t receive a calendar alert about my schedule this morning. That’s when I checked and discovered I’d made a mistake and I didn’t have to work at ALL.

Hush! Don’t tell anyone!

I’ve spent the last few days writing blog posts like mad and answering interview questions for The Boys of Summer book tour, which starts today! I haven’t even had a chance to post about the tour until now, so yay for schedule screw ups! Hey, if I had to make a mistake, at least it’s finding out I don’t have to work when I thought I did!

I’m so very happy about this re-release too. I have a soft spot for this story–I feel as thought it’s one of the best things I’ve written–but when I self-published it in 2013, I made a number of newbie errors that I believe prevented it from getting the recognition it deserved. I was delighted when Dreamspinner Press contracted it for revision and re-release. I do hope you’ll check out the new version and join us on the book tour! Today, I’m at The Novel Approach and later this morning, at Gay Media Reviews. Here’s the full schedule:

 

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Tempeste O’Riley’s Signs of Desire Book Tour and Giveaway

When a night out turns into a matchmaking scheme, they thought communication would be their biggest challenge to their happily ever after….

Signs of Desire
by Tempeste O’Riley
Desires Entwined, #4
M/M Erotic Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Reese Dante
Release Date: November 30, 2014 (ebook/print)
Length: Novel / 200 pages

 

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Simon Tyler knows his job as a gay romance author makes his lack of faith in love more than a little ironic, but he’s tired of being used for his wallet. When a night out turns into a matchmaking scheme orchestrated by his best friends—though he’s not the target—Simon’s not thrilled, but since he’s sworn off happily-ever-after anyway, he goes along with it… until he meets the object of their efforts, Adrian, and finds perhaps he hasn’t given up on love after all.

Professor Adrian Keys has tried to date hearing men before, but being deaf himself, he’s never had any success at making a connection. After his friends con him into going out and Adrian realizes it’s all an elaborate plan to set him up, he braces for yet another failure, only to discover there is a spark—except it’s not with the man his friends had in mind, but with Simon Tyler instead.

Not all their friends have found a way past their romantic failures, but Simon and Adrian might be on the path to happily-ever-after.

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Praise:

 

“I found it a beautiful tale of unhappiness changed to romance and then love with a happy ending.”

—Rainbow Book Reviews, on “Designs of Desire”

Designs of Desire is a tough realistic book that is touched by violence countered by the growing love between the two heroes.”

—Sensual Reads, on “Designs of Desire”

“It’s a great book to fall into and enjoy some really good characters.”

—Love Bytes, on “Desires’ Guardian”

“This is my favorite in this series so far. I love seeing how these characters are growing, all of them. As individuals, as couples, as friends, and as a family.”

—MM Good Book Reviews, on “Desires’ Guardian”

“The writer did an excellent job with the characters, they are likable and perfect. Not perfect in the way that they have no flaws, but in a way that they grab you and complement each other.”

—Love Bytes Reviews, on “Temptations of Desire”

 

Other Works by Author:

Designs of DesireSimple Desires*+ – Bound by Desire* – Desires’ GuardianTemptations of DesireTruth in Lace* – Desires’ Pride*

Micah’s Medicine+ – Caged SanctuaryWhiskers of a Chance

*shorts in series +shorts in anthologies

 

About the Author:

Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud pansexual genderfluid whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what they couldn’t—defy the hate and come out. He has been their hero ever since.

Tempe is a hopeless romantic who loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. Though new to writing M/M, they has done many things in their life, yet writing has always drawn them back—no matter what else life has thrown their way. They counts her friends, family, and Muse as their greatest blessings in life. They lives in Wisconsin with their children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.

Tempe is also a proud PAN member of Romance Writers of America®, WisRWA, and Rainbow Romance Writers. Tempe’s preferred pronouns are they/them/their/theirs/themselves. To learn more about Tempeste and their writing, visit http://tempesteoriley.com.

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