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Honorary Blogger Parker Williams: Redemption + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Redemption

by Parker Williams

Hey, Blogger Girls and friends! Thank you for having me (giggle). I’ve been asked to talk about Redemption, so without further ado…

Book two of the Links in the Chain series is called Galen’s Redemption. It follows Galen, the brother to Lincoln from book one, Lincoln’s Park, as the realization he’s no longer interested in being the man he thought he had to in order to win the approval of his father.

Galen’s brother also needed redemption for his past sins. Both men have histories that they would just as soon never happened, but they did, and they have to come to terms with it. Who among us doesn’t have something in their past they wish they could erase?

For Galen it’s the fact he’s never once stood up for anyone. He’s gone in and shut businesses down, thrown hundreds of people out of work, and all in an attempt to make someone proud of him, even though he knows deep down it’ll never happen.

What starts him on the road is a comment from his assistant, who tells him he’s too good for the place. He can’t understand what she means, because he has always believed he was cut from the same cloth as his father. But Olivia’s comment, comes on the heels of Galen’s disconcerting meeting with Robert Kotke, the owner of the shelter. Two disparate people who will each have a profound impact on Galen’s life as he searches for some kind of truth to help him find his way back from the abyss.

But what happens when you lose an ally? The first person who saw something good in you? Let’s find out by seeing an exclusive scene from the book that you’ll only find here at The Blogger Girls!

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Honorary Blogger Morgan Brice: Secrets and Southern Gothic + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Secrets and Southern Gothic

by Morgan Brice

Haunted mansions. Dark family secrets. Restless ghosts. They’re what you think of when the term ‘Southern Gothic’ comes up….and for me, they’re the perfect mix for telling a sexy, spooky tale of supernatural suspense!

The Rising is the newest book in my Badlands series, set in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Psychic medium Simon Kincaide and his boyfriend, homicide lieutenant Vic D’Amato deal with a supernatural string of murders, pirate ghosts, a shipwreck and a haunted plantation. That’s plenty of spooky goodness along with Simon and Vic’s evolving romance!

Back in the day, pirates were the terror of the Carolina coast, and the waters are full of old shipwrecks. Some of the most famous pirates frequented the area, and left behind plenty of legends. Large rice plantations sprawled along the rivers, with their own tragic history. Wealthy families made unspeakable deals to gain and keep power, then hid dirty deeds to maintain respectability, going to their graves with their secrets. That provides a lot of plot fodder for stories!

If you visit Myrtle Beach, you’ll see white sand, high rise hotels, a neon-lit Skywheel, plenty of beach shops, and great restaurants, shopping and nightlife. But the vacation resort town is relatively new in the Carolinas history, and as with any glittering city, there are always dark alleys and shadows. Simon is a medium, and he hears the stories the ghosts need to tell to move on, or find justice. Vic works homicide, and as a cop, he knows that bad things happen anywhere.  So when they tackle murders that have a supernatural cause, Simon and Vic delve into dangerous territory, and while some people would do anything to keep secrets buried, those tales have a way of rising….

Thank you for having me as a guest! I hope folks will check out The Rising and the whole Badlands series, as well as my Witchbane books. You can also stay in touch by joining my Facebook Group.

Or following me on Pinterest (for Morgan and Gail) where I post photos of places and people who inspire my books. I’m also on Twitter: @MorganBriceBook and you can get a free Badlands short story (Restless Nights)  and sign up for my newsletter here.

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Honorary Blogger Kay Doherty: Meet Tanner McBane + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Meet Tanner McBane

by Kay Doherty

Hi, everyone, I’m Tanner McBane. I’m the Alpha wolf shifter in Kay’s newest book, Hearts of Fire. She told me to tell you a little about myself, but I don’t think I’m all that interesting. She wrote a book about me and Luca, but it’s because the two of us together are far more interesting that I could ever be alone. I’m twenty-two-years old and gay, but I’m not sure that matters. I’ve recently come to learn my childhood was horribly sheltered. Unfortunately, I think that was deliberate. My father is Alpha of the McBane Pack and he was grooming me to be his successor, or so I thought. I’m not so sure now. Luca, my dragon mate, has a pretty strong opinion about my father’s actions and motives. Doesn’t matter anymore, anyway, because the second I told my dad I was gay, he kicked me out of the pack. Kay didn’t go into too much detail about my disownment because it sounds horrible to have everyone you ever loved and trusted tell you you’re not worth the air you breathe, and it was awful, still is if I think about it too much. Turns out it was the best thing to ever happen to me, though. If my dad hadn’t sent me packing, I would never have found Luca. I never would have been in those woods to help him when he got hurt. I never would have gone looking for a job, or been hired by Luca, or met Deacon and his wolves. Wolves aren’t meant to be alone. I needed a pack more than I knew, and Deacon and the others give me the connection I need. But I love that dragon more than anything — despite his bossy possessiveness. It’s okay, though, because we protect each other and together we’re going to figure out why everyone seems to hate us. We don’t know why everyone is so afraid of us…yet…but we will. I promise you that.

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Honorary Blogger Rhys Ford: Ryder’s Folly Part One + Giveaway!

It is hard to believe that we are at the third book in the Kai Gracen series. Black Dog Blues was one of the first full-length novels I’d written inside of an urban fantasy genre I’ve always wanted to explore. The best part about writing Kai Gracen is creating not just the personalities but also the world they inhabit and it’s been great to blend in the fantastical with the mundane.

In his third outing, Jacked Cat Jive, Kai is faced with unique challenge of realizing he really is not as human as he thought and that the Court and its inhabitants mean something to him other than a thorn in his side. And of course, there is always Ryder, the Sidhe Lord who gets under his skin in the best of ways. I’ve enjoyed writing the push and pull of their relationship but also the growth between them as characters. They started off at very different points of view and are slowly working towards an understanding while also fending off any challenges that come at them.

This time out, Kai is not only set to rescue a group of refugees from the Badlands beneath San Diego, he also has to come to grips with his growing friendship with Ryder and how the humans in his life are getting older, something he won’t experience himself for quite a long time.

So I hope that you join Kai and his next adventure and also enjoy this serialized story of Ryder and the trouble he gets into when he doesn’t listen to what Kai says.

Also, I invite you to enter the giveaway on each of the blogs during the tour and get a chance to win a $25 USD gift certificate from an e-tailer of your choice (see below for more information)

Ryder’s Folly: Part One

by Rhys Ford

I was going to die.

It was too soon. I still had too much to do with my life; a Court to establish, discover a way for my people to be more fertile but most of all, I still hadn’t convinced Kai Gracen he belonged at my side. I should be sitting safe — barring Sidhe politics — as Ryder, the Lord of the Southern Rise Court.

Instead, I’d allowed myself to be convinced by Kai to go on a run and once again ending up in a situation where I would die far from my family with the possibly of leaving nothing behind of my body except for what a wild animal shat out near his den to ward off other predators.

I think that was the main reason he was trying to kill me. Given enough time, he would give in to the tight desire brewing between us but as in all things, Kai never did anything the easy way. He had to fight with everything, chew through all possibilities and then choose a course of action I never even considered.

Which was why I was clinging to the side of a large, hairy beast while it thundered us both to certain doom over a sheer cliff.

I’m not sure how I get talked into such precarious situations. No, that is a lie. I know exactly how I get talked into these things. I do this to myself. Because I cannot resist the challenge in Kai’s dusk-hued violet eyes when he throws down an impossible task at my feet.

There wasn’t much time to contemplate why, and how, I was holding onto the shaggy behemoth of a mammal — or at least I thought it was a mammal — instead of working on cementing the Court’s relations with the human world surrounding it. The beast itself smelled. Mostly of manure but also of dried grasses and dirt. Its thick wooly hide scratched my fingers and any other bare skin I had pressed against it, including my belly where my shirt rode up nearly to my chest, inching towards my throat with every thundering stride the monster took. There were bound to be biting insects riding the beast along with me and if I survived the experience, I was sure to be taking them home to the Court if I didn’t get a chance to disinfect myself.

Why didn’t I simply let go?

A few reasons. The first was the creature moved at an alarming speed, carrying us in magnificent leaps over the stretch of plains below the lava fields teeming with dragons. Secondly, those same plains were ripe with razor-sharp grasses and releasing my hold would mean a dangerous tumble through the knife-like surface where I also had a good chance of striking a prickly, shards-of-glass like patch of paho’eho’e lurking in the golden sheaves.

And lastly, but certainly more importantly, if I let go of the bison, I would instantly become a meal for the pride of lions chasing the herd down towards the sea.

I couldn’t hear the cats’ screams and roars as they chased the herd. Not above the gnash of hooves slamming into the ground and the terrified snorts of the angry beasts. For all I knew, the lions hunted silently, slipping through the grasses in a rush of whispered sounds. These were human creatures, so far removed from my experience I had no knowledge of how they hunted but one thing was certain, their teeth were massive, their claws were deadly and their fur so closely matched the swaying grasses, I couldn’t see them chasing us.

But they were there. I knew it. The bison knew it. And it would simply be a matter of time before one of them caught up with the beast I rode and I would be torn apart, leaving nothing for Kai to find once he caught up with me.

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Honorary Blogger Kathryn Sparrow: Subtle Hints in the Narrative + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Subtle Hints in the Narrative

by Kathryn Sparrow

I love it when authors put subtle hints in the narrative. Perhaps, it would be more accurate to say I love it when there is a subtle hint that I pick up on. Sometimes, I’ll notice something that seems like an odd detail to highlight, but later, as I’m reading, it becomes clear.

When this is done well, clarity comes at the exact moment the author wants and not before. I love that!

You’ll have to let me know how I did with subtle hints in Devil’s Bargain because I tried to put them there. The story starts off like a contemporary, but it’s a paranormal fantasy so that alone gives the reader some hint that all may not be what it seems. If I’ve done my job well, then all those little hints will lead up to the reveals as they happen.  

As a writer, I want to know if people saw the hints I left and if I made them too bold and obvious. My critique partners were able to help with this. Especially those that read two drafts. A few of them asked if things they were noticing in the second read had been there in the previous draft. Sometimes they hadn’t. I try to learn from all feedback and improve my craft. But sometimes, the things they noticed had been there. They just took on new significance because they now knew the ending.

The elevator opened into a small lobby with a single door. A label to the side of the door read Royal Flush Suite. A fancy wooden chair with blue upholstery sat to the right of the door. The Statler had only one suite on the top floor? Space was so limited on the Cornell campus; there should have been several smaller suites.

The little man led him through the door into a small sitting room. A large, midnight blue velvet couch with little gold button accents reminiscent of the night sky sat flanked by two satin navy and beige striped chairs. A dark wood coffee table with intricately carved legs stood in the middle.

The table legs resembled cherubim, with little wings, holding bows and arrows. Bizarre. Wouldn’t the legs be carved like the bell tower or some other Cornell icon? Maybe this was what the rich donors expected when staying in the Statler’s penthouse.

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Honorary Blogger M.D. Neu: What’s Coming Next + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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What’s Coming Next

by M.D. Neu

I want to start by thanking The Blogger Girls for having me here today on my third stop of my Blog Tour for A New World-Contact (Book 1). Considering this is the first book in a planned four book series I thought I would share where I am in the series writing process and what’s coming up next.

Now that Contact has been released, I’ve started working on the edits with my editor for book two, Conviction. Conviction picks up right where Contact ends and I’m thrilled that it will be released so quickly after Contact.  Conviction will hit the stores on March 11, 2019 so you won’t have long to wait for the next installment in the series. The reason Contact and Conviction are going to be released so close together is that the two books were originally planned to be a signal novel. Instead of my amazing publisher, NineStar Press, making me cut the novel down to fit the max word count of 120,000 they agreed to break the book into two parts. Contact comes in right around 70,000 words and Conviction has a word count right about 100,000. The next couple of months should be an exciting time for anyone who loves science fiction.

As planned book three in the series is called Conspiracy and I’m pleased to announce it is complete. I’m working on my final edits now. This novel has not yet been picked up by NineStar Press, but I’m hopeful. Keep your fingers crossed.

Book four, which is yet unnamed, will be the conclusion to the series (at least that is my plan). I have the story partially outlined, but no writing has started. This novel is farther out in the pipeline, but it is being worked on.

With respect to the A New World series, four books is all I have planned at this time, but there are two ideas lingering in the back of my mind. Both are prequels and deal with the Nentraee exclusively. I think the ideas are amazing, but currently they sit on the back burner simmering away.

I have one additional project slated for release this year. The novel is called T.A.D. The Angle of Death and it comes out on June 24, 2019. For now that’s all, however I continue to move forward with new ideas and of course new worlds.

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Honorary Blogger Miranda Turner: Genesis of My Story + Excerpt!

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Genesis of My Story

by Miranda Turner

Thank you for allowing me to stop by today and share a little something about how my book came to be. My debut novel is in the urban fantasy genre, and as I enjoy sweeping story arcs, it is the first in a planned five book series following the same two main characters. There is a romantic subplot, but romance is not the main focus. Gabriel and Evander have a lot to work through before they’re ready for a HEA.

One day about five years ago, I was sitting around when a few sentences popped into my head that I felt compelled to write down. That one line later became the jumping off point for what is now a series following the same two main characters and their team of immortal warriors who will have their own spinoff series. But back then, I only had a line.

Gabriel woke to an angel beside his bed. Unfortunately, it wasn’t his dream man. It never was.”

Fast forward three years and I was going through some huge life changes when Gabriel popped into my head with his smart mouth and swagger. The line above originally had no names and even different pronouns. I’d never done anything with it. A story for it had never come to me like it had with some of my other small pieces of writing. But, as I do when a character or other idea pops into my head, I opened my work in progress folder and my ideas document. That line was at the top, and Gabriel grabbed on to it and told me it was his.

I immediately began writing and hit about the 15K mark before those huge life changes started affecting me too deeply to continue. I put it aside with all my other partially finished stories and concentrated on better establishing my editing business to be able to support myself and my children. A few months later, I moved myself and my children across the country to be closer to my family and live in the area I grew up in.

The first year we were here was mostly spent adjusting to our new normal, but the kids settled in quickly, and we were soon happily living our lives. This new, calmer existence allowed Gabriel to come back to the forefront of my mind, and he was shouting…loudly. Reading back through what I’d already written, I realized that, through all my editing work, I’d improved my own writing too. So I started over, only keeping the original starting line and finessing it a little.

From a single line and a single character, an entire world sprang into existence in my head. A world filled with angels, demons, immortal warriors, secret missions, gods and goddesses, and more. This world also has limits, and most people aren’t what they seem. There is prejudice, unfounded hatred, and all the human fallibilities packaged in the bodies of immortal and/or supernatural beings. While they have power, they don’t have perfection, and in my very biased opinion, that’s what makes them so interesting. I couldn’t stop writing their story, and for the first time in my life, I reached those all-important words. The End.

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Honorary Blogger Rhys Ford: Tutus and Tinsel + Giveaway!

Ah the holidays.

The time for family and loved ones.

Since I’m rolling out Tutus and Tinsel (a holiday short story where I take you back to Half Moon Bay and see what Deacon, Lang and Zig are up to), I wanted to also stop in on a few of my favourite couples on this tour. So, I invite you to join me as we catch up with Rook and Dante, Miki and Kane, Kai and Ryder as well as Cole and Jae over the next few days.

AND because it wouldn’t be the holiday season without a gift, I’m giving away a $25 gift certificate to the online store of the winner’s choice at EACH stop.

So sit back, grab some hot chocolate, tea or coffee and let’s catch up with some of our guys.

Much love and I hope you all have a great holiday…and be sure to stop by and see how Zig learns what family really means in Tutus and Tinsel. Release Day is December 21st and brought to you by Dreamspinner Press!

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Everything had to be perfect.

Rook knew life, as a whole, was rarely adequate much less perfect but within its thread of events lay minute sparkling moments where perfection occurred in a blink of an eye. A glance the wrong way and that moment was lost. The key to life was to string more than a few of those diamond pristine nano seconds until a longer, Nirvana-inspired experience was wrought.

That’s what he was hoping for.

If only he could get the damned Christmas tree to stand up.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect, cuervo. Sometimes—” Dante must have felt the heat in Rook’s withering, baleful look because he closed his mouth before finishing his sentence.

“It’s got to be perfect. It’s our first Christmas, right? You know that, yeah?” He paced, dropping back a few feet to glare at the tree, willing it to straighten itself. “What the hell was I thinking getting an eight foot tree? What the fuck do I know about Christmas?”

“Rook…” Dante drawled, catching his attention.

What?

“Breathe.” He walked over to the tree to grab its — Rook didn’t even know what to call that part of the tree; possibly its neck — and shook it a few times before tapping it back down on the floor. The tree literally sighed and gave up its tilt, anchoring itself into the stand Rook battled with a few minutes before. “There. And listen to me, nothing has to be perfect. So long as you and I are together, everything can go to Hell and we’ll be fine.”

They were as opposite as any two people could be; a badge-to-the-bone LAPD detective and a former cat burglar who’d figured he’d pushed his luck as far as it could go and had gone straight because he known it was only a matter of time before he’d be caught. Despite Dante’s parents kicking him off the family tree when he came out to them, he’d experienced a happy childhood and forged a strong relationship with his maternal uncle, Manny, a former drag queen and Rook’s current shop manager. Rook’s childhood was much different. He’d been dragged up in the middle of a rotating cycle of carnies and conmen while his mother worked her way through the circuit. Beanie had been a woman of loose morals and even looser ethics but she’d at least left Rook alone for the most part.

Although why she’d left her richer-than-God family to slum under the Big Top was a mystery no one seemed to have an answer for. Yes, her father Archibald was an asshole and Rook butted heads with the old man plenty of times since Archie reached out to him but they had their own rhythm… and if Rook didn’t look too hard at the old man, he didn’t see his own faults mirrored right back at him.

Dante was a different story. So far the detective had tried to pin him for burglary, fucked him, arrest him for murder, help prove Rook was innocent and eventually fall in love with him.

Rook in return did the only sensible thing any man could do; he fell in love with the serious-minded, handsome Hispanic detective right back.

It was just that Christmas was turning into a bitch and a half and Rook didn’t have a clue on how to stop it from getting worse.

“Come help me get the ornaments up on the tree.” Dante began opening the boxes they’d brought out from Rook’s storage area from his inventory warehouse. “And where’d you get all this stuff? Thought you said this was your first tree.”

“Kind of, yeah.” He sat down on the couch, reaching to drag one of the boxes closer. “Mostly this is from estate sales. Anything I found that was December holiday related, I stuck into storage. Figured eventually I’d want to do this whole Christmas thing some day so I saved shit.”

The look Dante gave him was one Rook couldn’t decipher. He’d seen it before and despite its infrequent appearance, he hadn’t quite figured it out. On some level, it disturbed him that Dante had a secret expression Rook couldn’t crack, especially since he’d pretty much lived on his wits and ability to read people for years before he’d hooked up with a law-abiding lifestyle but asking seemed… treacherous so he kept silent, hoping one day to get a clue.

It wasn’t forthcoming any more now than it was the last twenty or so times Dante’s face looked that way.

“So let me get this straight,” Dante murmured, leaving the boxes alone to crouch down in front of Rook. While it was nice not to crane his head back to look at his lover, Dante’s gentle voice set off a wave of alarms in Rook’s brain. “You’ve been saving dead people’s holiday stuff for years now? Just in case you might get a tree?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, there’s memories there in those things. I don’t have memories. Well, not good ones. Not of Christmas. Or kind of anything Beanie wasn’t exactly the cookies waiting for me after school kind of mom.” Having Dante so close was distracting. Much more distracting than simply having a hot guy practically kneeling in front of him. “It’s hard to explain.”

“I know. And I’m trying to understand,” Dante murmured, resting his hand on Rook’s knee. “And this isn’t going to sound good but I don’t know how else to put it. It’s kind of like you’re gathering up leftover memories.”

“Babe, that’s what I do for a living. That’s all I ever do. There’s threads that we can’t see connecting us to stuff in the past and I collect those things so other people can have them again.” Rook leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling because he didn’t trust himself to speak while staring into Dante’s soulful honey-brown eyes. “Sometimes it’s the little things like a toy they got in a cereal box because they don’t make that kind of cereal anymore and it was a treat their mom would only buy once in a while. And maybe their mom’s dead now that’s something that brings her back. Or it’s a baseball signed by some player a little girl had a crush on when she was nine but see, he really wasn’t famous but she met him once and he was nice to her. And it could’ve been a day she really needed somebody to be nice to her.

“That’s kind of why I keep all of this stuff because a lot of it old and someone had enough of their lives wrapped into this shit that it meant something. And I’m never going to know what those stories are but I can imagine,” he said, his voice growing hoarse for some reason. “Everything with Beanie was never real, never permanent. There wasn’t anything we did every year to hold us together. Fuck, sometimes we have to ditch everything we owned because we were either one step ahead of the law or running from someone she stole from. And I guess I feel like if I toss any of this away, I’m throwing away these people who see the plate on Christmas Eve to wrap things for their kids or lit a candle for over a week to commemorate them not running out of oil long ago. I don’t know. I just feel like whenever I find this stuff in what I buy, I should hold onto it. And maybe pick through all the boxes and find stuff I like so I can continue their memories.”

“But you could have had trees before this,” Dante reminded him gently. “You didn’t have to keep this stuff in storage. You could have —”

“I never wanted to build something with someone before you,” Rook whispered, dropping his head down and cupping Dante’s strong jaw in his hands. “I probably will donate or do something with a lot of it but I wanted to have someone with me when I started looking at other people’s stories. Or at least began imagining where something had been or why it was important. Everything I’ve had in my life has been leftovers. Or at least when I was growing up they were. There was never anything new and it was always a struggle but I knew one day I would find someone I loved and they would give me their childhood to share, their heart to hold onto. So I guess, you’re that guy. You’re the one I want to dig through boxes with and make up stories about why there’s a one eyed reindeer made out of pipe cleaner tucked in with expensive crystal ornaments.”

“Let me guess, you’ll be keeping the reindeer,” Dante said, chuckling.

“Yeah, probably.” Rook grinned at Dante’s deep rolling laugh then stole a kiss the smile could leave Dante’s lips. “No matter what’s in those boxes or whatever we end up putting on the tree, you are always going to be the one who lights up my Christmas and warms my heart. I don’t give a shit about the crystal or even if we found stacks of gold coins in those boxes. Nothing’s going to be as important to me as you. So, let’s dig through this crap and maybe go out and buy some pipe cleaners. I think it’s time we make our own one eyed reindeer so we have something to hang on our tree every year.”

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Honorary Blogger Davidson King: Going From Writer to Author + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Going From Writer to Author

by Davidson King

I know, it’s such an odd subject. Aren’t writers already authors? For years I struggled with this. Of course, I was always writing from a young age. Little stories forever hidden away in composition notebooks away from prying eyes. They were safe in my bookshelf and for me only. I called myself a writer and a dreamer.

As I got older, I was asked what I liked to do in my spare time. I said I like to write, and the rebuttal was, “Oh, you’re an author?” And I always said no. Because nothing of mine was ever published and I felt the titles deserved their own respects. It wasn’t until I published, and I realized how much more went into getting a book out there than just the writing that authors deserved that title.

I don’t frown on people who say they are authors but have never published. Not at all. This is of course my own opinion. Each book goes through grueling situations. First, we surround ourselves with the passion of the written word, building our worlds, embracing our plot. Then comes the other fifty steps after you write The End.

The right cover, the blurb, the formatter, the choice of self-publishing or submitting to a publisher, wondering do you go Amazon exclusive or not, the editor, the betas, the proofreader, the funds to support it all.

Yeah, there’s a lot. And once you’ve driven that road you understand the difference between a writer and an author. I didn’t always but I do now.

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Honorary Blogger M.J. Edwards: The Husband’s Tale + Excerpt & Giveaway!

My novel The Escort’s Tale is a bisexual romance, told from the perspective of the sex worker Jasper Dylan, who sees clients under the working name of JD Pierce. One day Alethia Ballantine contacts Jasper; her husband Nick has suffered a spinal cord injury, is in a wheelchair, and can no longer walk or make love to her. Alethia and Nick have decided to hire a professional escort in an attempt to deal with the issues in their sex life.

Chapter Three describes Jasper’s first meeting with Nick when the escort arrives at their apartment, from Jasper’s perspective. The thoughts, fears and hopes of Nick Ballantine in that first meeting seemed like a story worth telling, though. Each stop on my blog tour for The Escort’s Tale contains a section of Nick’s story, in something I had to call…

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The Husband’s Tale

by M.J. Edwards

Part 7

[Previously] JD glances at me, and the flash of fire in his eyes quickly changes to concern.

Ali looks over too, and I watch her physically withdraw from JD. I’m fucking this up for her, but I don’t know what to do. My hearth thumps painfully. This was a terrible idea, and I’m a terrible husband for putting her in this position. For holding out hope that she’d have a man fuck her like she hasn’t been fucked in eighteen months.

JD rises from the sofa, then crouches again to rest a hand on Ali’s knee. My pulse pounds until I hear blood rush in my ears. This is it. He’s touching my wife, and my face flushes with heat. I grip the wheels of my chair, jealousy and fear shaking me to my soul.

And then quiet descends like the first snowfall of winter. Heart rate slowing, my eyes drift to my right wrist. JD has reached out and wrapped his fingers firmly around me there. The warmth and strength of his grip soothe me into forgetting my nerves. I glance up and realize that the three of us now form a circuit, JD connecting me with my wife in a new and unlikely configuration. His touch drains away my fear and leaves behind it calm.

Underneath that, I feel a low thrum of anticipation.

“I know this is new to you,” JD says softly, looking between Ali and me. “And what’s new can be a little frightening. But I’m here for you. For both of you. You’ve talked about this, and you’ve decided this is an experience you need to try. Together. Right?” Ali nods, and JD stares into my eyes. “Right?” he prompts.

I swallow hard around the lump that tries to reappear in my throat, but I make myself nod. He’s right; we need to try. In the end, it’s just an experience. If we don’t like it, then we don’t repeat it. Simple as that.

“Good,” JD says. “I want to make something clear. I have no expectations. I’m here for the two of you. We go as far as you are comfortable, and no further. Maybe we do nothing but kiss.”

I look at Ali, and our eyes hold. I hear everything that she’s telling me with her silvery gaze. She loves me. She’s attracted to JD. She wants to see this through, but she won’t go forward if I’m not sure. We can find another solution, or try this one again some other time. With some other man, who doesn’t raise unsettling questions in my head, and who doesn’t make Ali so excited.  

No. Ali’s ready to try. I started this with my fall, with my ruined spine, with my insistence that she let another man give her what I can’t. JD’s hand on my wrist gives me the courage to nod at her. We’re Nick and Alethia Ballantine, badass husband and wife. We’ll see the next step of our path through together.

JD’s grip on me relaxes slightly, and I see a smile glimmer in his blue eyes. Somehow I think he knows what Ali and I just said to each other with an exchange of glances. I like to think he’s happy at our decision.

The escort rises to his feet. “Why don’t we go into the bedroom, and see what happens?”

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I hope you’ve enjoyed this glimpse into the head of Nick. If you’re intrigued and want to know more about my sexy couple and the man they’ve hired, follow the buy link or check out The Escort’s Tale at my website.

To read the rest of Nick’s story, you can follow the links for each prior stop of my blog tour:

12/10 IndiGo (Part 1)

12/10 MainelyStories (Part 2)

12/11 Bayou Book Junkie (Part 3)

12/11 Valerie Ullmer | Romance Author (Part 4)

12/12 Love Bytes (Part 5)

12/13 J. Scott Coatsworth (Part 6)

12/14 The Blogger Girls (Part 7) Continue reading

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