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Book Review: Swords, Sorcery, and Sundry by Mina MacLeod

Reviewed by Nikyta

Swords, Sorcery, and Sundry [Ebook & Print]Title: Swords, Sorcery, and Sundry
Author: Mina MacLeod
Series: Edges & Embers #1
Heroes/Heroine: Sylvain, Niklas & Ashe (No, this is NOT a menage)
Genre: M/M Fantasy
Length: 90,000 words
Publisher: Less Than Three Press
Release Date: May 21, 2014
Available at: Less Than Three Press, Amazon, All Romance eBooks & Barnes and Noble
Add it to your shelf: Goodreads

Blurb: A wizard, a soldier, and an assassin walk into a bar…

Wizard Sylvain just wants to sit down and have a drink, after days of walking when a shortage of funds forced him to sell his horse. Soldier Ashe would like to enjoy her evening, and not have it ruined by trouble. Assassin Niklas wishes they had both minded their own business and not made his bad night worse.

The bar they accidentally burn down is only the beginning, and they quickly learn that if they are to survive their penchant for trouble, teamwork will get them farther than standing alone. Continue reading

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Another Man’s Treasure by Lisa Henry & J.A. Rock: Excerpt + Giveaway

Hi! We’re Lisa Henry and J.A. Rock, authors of Another Man’s Treasure. We’re touring the web talking about our influences, our crazy ideas, this new book, and even giving you a sneak peek or two! And of course there’s a giveaway involved! Check out the bottom of this post to see how you can win.

Thanks so much to our host blogs for having us, and to everyone following the tour. Today we’d like to share a scene from Another Man’s Treasure. In this excerpt, Ilia shows his boyfriend Mikhail his new corset piercing:

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Ilia licked Mikhail’s jaw, then kept his tongue there for a moment as he grinned slowly. He looked up. “Take my shirt off.”

Mikhail’s brow furrowed.

“It’s your surprise. Take my shirt off.” Ilia raised his arms.

Mikhail walked behind him and lifted the hem of his shirt. The fabric stuck to Ilia’s body in places, and he wished he’d been able to clean up a little, but he didn’t think Mikhail would mind. Thought it was the rawness of what Ilia had done as much as the beauty that would impress him.

“Oh,” Mikhail said softly. He pulled Ilia’s shirt off, taking a moment to disentangle it from the necklaces, and tossed it onto the couch.

“You like?” Ilia glanced over his shoulder.

Mikhail was staring intently at the piercing. Slowly he kneeled behind Ilia on the hardwood floor. Breathed against the tender skin of his lower back. “Oh, Ilie.” Mikhail’s hands on Ilia’s hips. “Ohhh. What have you done?”

“You like it?” Doubt in Ilia’s tone now.

Mikhail’s thumbs skirted the lowest rings. Ilia flinched but didn’t move. Mikhail stood, his knees creaking, and Ilia turned to him.

Mikhail cupped his face and kissed him, long and slow. Paused and pressed his forehead to Ilia’s. “It hurts you.”

“Just for now.” Ilia fought a surge of panic. As much as he loved his power over Mikhail, as much pleasure as he took from doing things precisely his own way and trusting Mikhail to accept his choices, he did need Mikhail’s approval. Craved it in a way that felt novel, because the things he’d desired in the past had always been selfish, immediate wants, fueled by lust or anger. Now, he lived to make Mikhail happy. This man’s admiration, his love, was something lasting, something Ilia could sustain and nurture.

Mikhail’s breath smelled like coffee and mints. He kept his forehead against Ilia’s and said, “It’s so niiiiiiice.” He exhaled the last word, low and rumbling, almost like a snore.

Ilia grinned. “You think?”

“Yes, yes. You thought of me when you did it?”

“The whole time.”

“Ahhhhhh, ha ha ha…” Mikhail’s sigh turned to gentle laughter, and he swayed, moving his hands to the back of Ilia’s neck. “You know what this man likes.”

“I do.” Ilia whispered. He bumped his hips against Mikhail’s.

“I like beauty,” Mikhail said. “And self expression.”

“I know.”

“You. I like.”

“Yeah.”

Mikhail clapped one hand over Ilia’s ass, crushing their bodies together. He hooked his chin over Ilia’s shoulder, and Ilia hoped he was looking down at the laces. “You look like a present I get to unwrap.”

Ilia shifted his hips, getting jolt after jolt of heat when his cock rubbed Mikhail’s through their pants.

“Do it. Untie it.” Ilia’s arousal far outweighed the prospect of pain.

Mikhail drummed Ilia’s ass lightly for a few seconds then tugged the hair at his nape with his other hand. “Get on the couch.”

Ilia sprawled facedown, ignoring the rip of pain across his skin. Mikhail got on the cushion behind him and moved between his legs. He cupped his hand under Ilia, rubbing the seam of his jeans into his cock. Hummed his approval when Ilia ground against his palm.

Big hands. Mikhail had big hands. That was the first thing Ilia had noticed about him. Big, but not clumsy. They were elegant. The sort of hands that could play a piano concerto, Ilia imagined. The sort of hands that could perform delicate surgery. The sort of hands that could take a boy apart, and did, every single night.

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About Another Man’s Treasure

Another Man's TreasureIlia Porter is Chechen mob boss Mikhail Kadyrov’s greatest treasure. After leaving home at eighteen to escape his verbally abusive father, beautiful, selfish Ilia has lived with Mikhail, proud of his ability to bring such a powerful man to his knees to worship. But when Ilia’s father, a police captain, kills Mikhail in a raid, Ilia’s world falls apart.

Entering to pick up the pieces is Mikhail’s younger brother, Nick—impulsive, power-hungry, and dangerous. When Nick tells Ilia he’s taking everything that belonged to Mikhail—including Ilia—Ilia is too lost in grief to fight. Nick holds Ilia prisoner in the apartment Ilia once shared with Mikhail and grooms him for a very important mission: to kill Ilia’s father and avenge Mikhail’s death.

Ilia wants no part in the plot, but being Nick’s ally is preferable to being Nick’s victim, so he begins to warp himself into the monster Nick wants him to be. Hope arrives when Nick takes another captive: Patrick, a shy massage therapist who’s stronger than he seems. Patrick and Ilia must join forces to escape Nick—and to keep each other whole as Nick does everything in his power to break them.

Available at: CreateSpace, Amazon Print, Amazon Kindle & Smashwords

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About the Authors

Lisa Henry lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn’t know why, because she hates the heat, but suspects she’s too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government minion, and the other half plotting her escape.

She attended university at sixteen, not because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between international school systems early in life. She studied History and English, neither of them very thoroughly.

She shares her house with too many cats, a dog, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.

You can visit Lisa her website, at Goodreads, on Facebook or Twitter.

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J.A. Rock has worked as a dog groomer, knife seller, haunted house zombie, standardized patient, cashier, census taker, state fair quilt hanger, and, for one less-than-magical evening, a server—and would much rather be writing about those jobs than doing them. J.A. lives mostly in West Virginia, and always with a beloved dog, Professor Anne.

You can find J.A. on her Website, Blog, Twitter or Facebook.

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Thanks for following our tour! To celebrate our release, we’re giving away an ebook of Another Man’s Treasure, and a $20 gift voucher from Amazon.

All you have to do is leave a comment on this post with a way for us to contact you, be it your email, your twitter, or a link to your facebook or goodreads account. Please put your email in the body of the comment, not just in email section of the comment form, because we won’t be able to see it otherwise!

On June 10, we’ll draw a winner from all eligible comments! Be sure to follow the whole tour, because the more comments you leave, the more chances you have to win this awesome prize!

Don’t forget to check our JustJen’s review of Another Man’s Treasure to see what she thought of it!

Good luck!

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Book Review: All of Me by Cardeno C.

Reviewed by Nikyta

All of Me by Cardeno C. eBookTitle: All of Me
Author: Cardeno C.
Series: 2014 Daily Dose – Mended
Heroes: Abel Nasa & Zakai “Kai” Berura
Genre: M/M Paranormal
Length: 84 pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: June 1, 2014
Available at: Dreamspinner Press & Amazon
Add it to your shelf: Goodreads

Blurb: Bonded by their parents before they were conceived, Abel Nasa and Zakai “Kai” Berura adored each other since they were children. As teens, the two future Alphas took the next step in their bonding process and vowed to remain true to one another until Kai came of age. But when tragedy struck, Abel felt betrayed and ran from Kai instead of completing the mating bond.

Years pass with no contact between the two, but Abel never stops yearning for the man who was supposed to lead by his side. When Kai returns, broken and on death’s door, Abel must look past what he saw and trust his heart so they can fulfill their destiny and merge their packs. Continue reading

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Q&A with Dan Skinner + Excerpt (NSFW) & Giveaway!

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Q&A with Dan Skinner

What costume would you wear that would truly show your hidden personality?

A costume of Dan Skinner.

Why the lycra/spandex fixation? I know there’s a story there…

First guy I saw at my local pool was wearing one and I thought I’d die.

In no more than two sentences, can you describe yourself to a complete stranger?

I’m the one the extraterrestrial abducted and threw back out. And as the spaceship doors were closing you could hear them screaming, “And for God’s sake, clean the Probe!”

What is the most sentimental thing someone gave you that you cherish to this day?

The  answer to this question has been sealed in a document.

How much do you run on an average day?

I average no more than 10 miles a day. When I’m stressed that number goes up.

Do you have a plan to gain the weight you’ve lost lately? Does it include cheesecake?

If I like the way I fit in clothes, I stay with that weight.  If I want to gain weight it will be with some Old Vienna Hot Corn chips. lol

What is your favorite guilty pleasure food? The one your trainer would highly disapprove of?

See answer above.

Your top five recommendations of gay films please.

Shelter

Prayers For Bobby

Brokeback Mountain

Beautiful Thing

Eating Out (original)

What is the meanest thing you’ve done to someone in an argument or fight?

Broke a coffee table over them.

What song do you have to hear only once to get stuck in your head for an entire day?

Any friggin’ Gaga song.

I’d empty my bank account and take out a loan to have sex with____. Why?

Prince Harry. Because he’s mine anyway. Everyone knows that.

If you could wish one celebrity into the cornfield, who would it be and why?

Sarah Palin. Don’t even get me started why.

Your models all look like they have so much fun during your shoots. Do they? An do you?

Them, yes. Me. No. I sweat bullets.

Has it been difficult to stick with your recently adopted NBW (no bad words) policy? Explain a little bit about what NBW is.

NBW stands for No Bad Words. My trainer believes that bad words create bad events. I don’t speak them But I think them. I purge them on my runs.

What is the largest, um… attribute you have seen on a model?

Enough that I would never even attempt it.

On a scale of 1-10, ten being a completely controlling perfectionist, how would your models rate your determination to get every little thing perfect in every shot?

1000

I’ve seen one black model in your past work. Why haven’t there been more?

I try to get them. But there are very few in the Midwest. When I search the model sites I see tons of black and ethnic models on the east and west coast. I’m always looking tho.

It is said that every traumatic event in life has the potential to make you bitter or better. You seem to have made a conscious choice to make yourself better through this difficult past year. Do you struggle with that sometimes? And how do you get yourself back on track after a bitter moment?

I still struggle. I’m not so much bitter as I am disgusted. Probably more with myself than anyone. I feel very duped.

During the 2012 Presidential election, you were pretty vocal regarding your beliefs and opinions. You have a bigger platform now that you have two successful books and more photography work than ever. Do you plan to be as outspoken in 2016?

Always. This country needs to continue to move forward. As long as we have a party that lives and functions in a repressed past we have to make certain they never have a voice in lawmaking again. If they can’t move forward they need to get off the train.

What is the largest group of models you have had in one shoot?

Eight. Will never do it again. Too ADHD to put up with the scramble.

Why Cerberus as a company name? (This is the mythical three-headed hellhound who guards the entrance to the underworld)

It was one of the first sketches I ever made as a child that was pretty decent. The other was Dean Martin. So Cerberus it was.

If you could write a letter to your 18 year old self, what would you say?

Don’t get married twice. And check out the guy next to you in history class in 11th grade!

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About The Price of Dick

The Price of DickHis name is Richard but he’ll say, “Call me Dick.” He’s a big, butch, brainy guy in an executive suit, hotter than spit on a skillet. The type of guy you can see fully dressed and imagine buck naked in the throes of an orgasm – every six-feet-two, muscular, sexually intoxicating inch of him. He’s an ambitious freshman in a prominent brokerage firm who’s figured out he can use more than his smarts to get ahead. He’s perfected a surefire method to drive home a hard deal. No one can resist him. And he’s got one really big secret. But that will cost you.

For photographer J.J. Johnstone, the price of Dick just might cost him everything.

Available at: Amazon, All Romance eBooks & Barnes and Noble

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Excerpt from The Price of Dick

So there I was, quickly regressing to puberty, sitting in a sauna with the object of my lust. Looking at his thick muscular legs, broad shoulders and other weight-developed bulges properly bulging and glistening with a sheen of hot sweat, I wanted to eat him alive. We soon exited the sauna together.

Unburdening myself of common sense was an easy task standing in the shower with him. Every inch of his make-me-growl masculinity, covered in blond fur, ass like two ripe honeydews just daring me not to look when he turned his back. I caught a quick glimpse of that gloriously long, circumcised, purple-capped cock and balls hanging between his legs under an unpruned patch of dark pubes. I remember thinking I hadn’t ever bought that much meat in a delicatessen but I still bet I could eat it all in one sitting. It took every bit of restraint I possessed to not pop wood in that shower. The mating dance was an endurance test. Think tearing down the Washington Monument using only your mind.

He invited me out for a drink this time, and we drove to Houlihan’s again. It was a Friday and the line out the door consisted of families with brats and people with an hour to waste after work. I suggested we get a six-pack and go to my apartment, which luckily, was only three blocks away, with a liquor store right on the way.

I’m sure it wasn’t in his mind, but it was in mine that this was a hookup. And I’d like to think he wasn’t completely naive about my intentions. I was in testosterone hyper-drive. I got him to my apartment and we drank and talked like good ole buds. He was comfortable telling me about his recent college life, the break up with the girl of his dreams who left him for another man because she had cheated on him and was pregnant. His heartbreak. All the things I couldn’t have cared less about—good riddance to anything that would have been competition anyway. Dick got into his high school days of playing football and wrestling, and I sat there picturing that mass of muscled man-ass crammed into a singlet, me trying to pin him on a mat with my head pressed deep into a musk-reeking ass crack.

He was a frat boy. I should have guessed. They all had a certain look to them. And his frat brothers were his best friends in the world and meant everything to him. He missed their daily camaraderie. I wondered if he’d jacked off with any of them. Used the fraternity paddle in an un-fraternity-like manner. You’ve seen the porn. Don’t tell me your mind didn’t go there.

It was a disappointingly platonic get-together, like any dull straight boys could have had, but I learned a lot about him. How many couples fuck on a first date anyway, right? I consoled myself with that lame excuse. Shame on me—I should have paid close attention to the story he shared with me that night. While in his freshman year of college, his parents tried to surprise him with a friendly unannounced visit. Lo and behold, in his dorm room a snooping mother had found a used condom in his wastebasket. She collapsed into pious, Catholic tears and left before he got back to his room. A few days later she sent him a two page, single-spaced, typewritten letter preaching to him about the Catholic stand on premarital sex, and especially condemning the use of that horrendous tool of the devil, the seed-killing prophylactic. Don’t worry. Those facetious words weren’t hers. I paraphrased. This boy was more browbeaten by mommy than Norman Bates.

Didn’t matter to me that he was a mommy’s boy. He could have been wearing prison orange and had the tattooed tear of a brazen killer on his cheek and it wouldn’t have stopped me wanting him. That he was double-fisted clutching onto his “I’m so straight” persona with his stories, I found cute because I was reading something different in body language and eye contact. He was in my company for a reason. I thought he was just a bit backward about the how-tos of getting naked with another dude. I’d get him there…eventually. I felt it in my bones. One in particular.

So our little beer-drinking, life-sharing, guy get-together ended with him thanking me for a nice evening and shaking my hand at the door.

In my head I fucked that butt so hard I made myself cry.

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About Dan Skinner

I’d already been in the photography business for too many years to count, shooting covers for hetero romance covers when I had my epiphany (ten years ago now) to shoot gay book covers and make them as acceptable and mainstream as the hetero ones. It was a big risk and I was told by many people, especially people who advised me financially, that it might not be a profitable thing to do, and could quite possibly ruin my reputation. But I was tired of seeing the proliferation of covers featuring a man and woman, the cologne and perfume ads featuring a man and a woman… every ad under the sun – only featuring a man and a woman, and knowing that only one side of life was being spoon fed to us by the media as the acceptable aspiration and ideal. In fact, it made me angry and crazy, and determined to do something about it. We were here… didn’t anyone see us?!!

I had several things working against me. The m/m fiction genre was just beginning to come into its own, but television and the entertainment industry were slowly allowing us into their vision as folks who existed right alongside them, and I knew the flux and flow of gay literature was going to eventually change. Will and Grace helped that. Brokeback Mountain helped that. So I had hope and crossed my fingers that I made a good choice as well as a conscientious one.

Along with that, I had to find guys daring enough to pose with each other in photos mimicking the same love and adoration as was seen in every Harlequin cover since time immemorial… They had to embrace and kiss and portray romance… between two people of the same gender. So finding the guys was going to be a chore… and finding guys in the Bible belt of the country, the Midwest, was going to be even tougher. But I did it.

Revenge is mine… the dbag’s bed has been christened by the models during a shoot!!

You can find Dan at DeviantArtFacebook & Twitter.

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Dan Skinner is giving away an ebook at each stop on his tour. To enter for a chance to win an ebook copy of The Price of Dick just click the link below!

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The giveaway starts now and will end next Saturday, June 7th, 2014, at 11:59 pm EST. After which the lucky winner will be randomly picked.

Please be aware that the only way to enter the giveaway is to click the Rafflecopter link above. Any comments on this post will not count towards entering the giveaway, except to verify your Rafflecopter entry.

Don’t forget to check out JustJen’s review of The Price of Dick to see what she thought of it!

Good luck!

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Book Review: The Price of Dick by Dan Skinner

Reviewed by JustJen

tpodTitle: The Price of Dick
Author: Dan Skinner
Heroes:  J.J. Johnstone
Genre: MM Contemporary
Length: 291 pages
Publisher: Cerberus, Inc.
Release Date: May 22, 2014
Available at: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance Ebooks
Add it to your shelf: Goodreads

Blurb: His name is Richard Fitch, but he’ll say, “Call me Dick.” He’s a big butch, brainy boy in an executive suit, hotter than spit on a griddle. The kind of guy you can see fully dressed and immediately imagine buck naked in the middle of an orgasm. All six-feet-two muscular, hairy, sexually intoxicating inches of him. He’s an ambitious freshman at a prominent investment firm who’s figured out he can use more than his smarts to get ahead… he’s perfected a method of driving home a hard deal which no one can resist. However, he’s got one really big secret. I found out Dick’s secret the hard way, but I’m prepared to share. Are you willing to pay the price? It’ll cost you. But that’s The Price of Dick.

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Book Review: Objects Of His Obsession by Jae T. Jaggart

Reviewed by Heather C

HIS_FINAL_TOTAL_HellfireVampires_inc1-3Title:  Objects of His Obsession
Author: Jae T. Jaggart
Heroes: Benedict & Evander
Genre: M/M Historical Romance
Length: 56,000 words
Publisher: Jae T. Jaggart
Release Date: March 7, 2014
Available at: Amazon & Barnes & Noble
Add it to your shelf: Goodreads

Blurb: London, 1898

Lord Benedict Yeats has two obsessions.

One of which has a definite pulse – the seductive and beautiful Evander St John, Duke of Casterwell. A man he has a certain history with.

A man who tells Benedict that he has spent too long amongst sand and dead things. He might not be wrong. Casterwell’s world is one of sexual sophistication and games that Benedict cannot hope to match.

But when Benedict returns from working on a famous dig in Cairo, Casterwell invites him to a country house party that will change his life. An Egyptologist of growing renown, Benedict will also catalogue the famous Casterwell collection of antiquities.

And almost certainly, will become one of Casterwell’s string of lovers. But will he be the one to break through that glittering façade? Or will the scars of Casterwell’s dark, bloody past and his complex and fiercely deceptive private life tear them apart?

Warning: Contains two men wildly obsessed, a lust too long denied, hot m/m sex between a naive Egyptologist and one very determined duke, and absolutely no cursed tombs. Approx. 56000 words.

Review:

Lord Benedict Yeats has long been obsessed with Evander St. John, ever since they crossed paths that fateful day in school…the obsessed archeology student catching the eye of the wealthy only son of a Duke.  Evander has played the lead role in Benedict’s fantasies for all these years, afraid to take that last step in confirming his sexuality.  That is, until Benedict is invited to spend the week cataloging the huge Egyptian artifact collection amassed by Evander’s grandfather, and Evander proposes to make Benedict’s obsession a reality.  The problem: Evander’s wife, Juliana, stands in the way of Benedict’s morals.  Of course that doesn’t stop Benedict from succumbing to his obsession.  

I really liked this story…

I really liked how the story was separated into parts designating Benedict’s vs. Evander’s POV.  It starts off with the large, beginning portion of the story being told entirely from Benedict’s POV, which left me wondering all about what Evander was really thinking; I wasn’t sure how he really felt for Benedict.  Was possessing Benedict just a goal?  Another notch on his bedpost?  Or did he really feel something for Benedict.  Oh he felt for him alright!  I’m not sure how realistic Evander’s I-always-knew-we-would-be-together-one-day speech was, but I still loved that scene and his admission.  

I really liked the setting.  From London, England to Cairo, Egypt to Paris, France.  Although, the setting doesn’t play a huge role in the story, I still liked seeing the different backdrops.  Actually, I would have liked for those locations to have been more descriptive and predominant in the telling of the story, but I concede because it wasn’t actually important to the plot.  

And speaking of the plot, I really liked it.  Yeah, I know its a bit cliched for a m/m historical…the I-want-to-be-with-men-and-my-wife-approves trope.  But that was actually one of my favorite factors in the story!  The relationship between Evander and Juliana and how there was never any betrayal.  I will say that I found that whole scenario to be very predictable and not at all surprising, but I still really liked seeing the entire thing play out.  

There was A LOT of sex!  Evander and Benedict get it on pretty early in the story and its totally hot!  Wow, those two together was just…umm.  They were only a little kinky, but I think it was the intensity between them that got to me.  On another note, I think this is the first time I’ve ever wanted the bedroom scene to turn into a menage, because that would have been HOT!  Unfortunately, that would have never been appropriate for any of these characters and I’m happy to see it will never happen…

I really liked the simplicity, but I think it may have been just a bit too simple.  I think there were plenty of places where the story could have been expanded, made a little more angsty.  Shared a little more about Benedict’s work.  Maybe add a little bit of mystery.  But no, its all sweet, romance and the only conflict is Juliana…and she’s not even a real conflict at all. 

Overall Impression: I Really Liked It

*I received a copy of this book from the author in return for a fair and honest review.*

Categories: 4 Star Ratings, Book Review, Heather C's Reviews, LGBT, Published in 2014 | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Book Review: Stay With Me by S.E. Harmon

Reviewed by Susan65

1Title: Stay With Me
Author: S.E. Harmon
Heroes: Mackenzie William/Jordan Channing
Genre: MM Contemporary
Length: 290 pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: April 28, 2014
Available at: Dreamspinner, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance Ebooks
Add it to your shelf: Goodreads

Blurb: Private investigator Mackenzie Williams’s newest client is everything he’s looking for in a guy—charming, beautiful, intelligent, and successful. There’s only one itty bitty problem—the guy’s not exactly gay. In fact, Jordan Channing is looking for a PI to follow his fiancée. The smart thing would be to thank Jordan for his time, turn Mr. Perfect away (don’t let the door hit you on the rump, thank you very much), and forget he exists.

Of course, Mackenzie has never been accused of doing the smart thing. Being smart aleck is more his MO. Relationships aren’t up his alley, never have been. So why’s he so inexplicably drawn to his new client?

Jordan has always been the high achiever, a man who lives in a focused, controlled, and carefully constructed manner. But for the first time in his life, he has to admit the impossible—another man is getting his engine running on all cylinders. Despite Jordan’s denial, it’s not long before he can no longer resist the strong undercurrents pulling them together. Now Jordan must decide if he can go against everything he’s ever known to have the only love he’s ever wanted.

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Book Review: The Winter Lord by Jaye Edgerton

Reviewed by Nikyta

The Winter Lord by Jaye Edgerton eBookTitle: The Winter Lord
Author: Jaye Edgerton
Heroes: Erik & Therial
Genre: M/M Fantasy
Length: 78 pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: April 23, 2014
Available at: Dreamspinner Press, Amazon, All Romance eBooks & Barnes and Noble
Add it to your shelf: Goodreads

Blurb: When Erik, a human scholar and amateur mage, sets out to find Alfheim, the legendary home of the light-elves, he has nothing to lose. His village suffers under a mysterious Unending Winter, and his lover died in a hunting accident while trying to find food. Erik wants to find a way to end the cold, but he doesn’t expect a beautiful but Winter-cursed fey lord who wants him for his champion—and his bedmate.

Lord Therial is an elemental creature, tied to the land, and the elves of his kingdom revere him like a spoiled but rightful ruler. A spell cast by a rival fey locks him and his little corner of Alfheim into a perpetual Winter that seems connected to the one afflicting Erik’s home. If Erik fails to defeat the enemy, both realms will remain trapped forever. Continue reading

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GRL Blog Tour: JC Wallace – Thoughts About His First GRL + Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Thoughts About His First GRL

by JC Wallace

Hi, everyone! I want to thank The Blogger Girls for inviting me to the blog tour for GRL and for also being the first stop on my Dare To Love Forever Blog Tour.

DTFL is my second novel and will be released on June 1st. After this post, you will find a blurb and excerpt, as well as a chance to enter to win some great prizes at the end of the tour!

Check in at www.jcwallacebooks.com for links to all of the blogs in the tour.

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GRL!!! I am going to GRL as a Supporting Author.

At first, I was yes! And now, it’s more like, holy crap what have I gotten myself into!

Full story – I’d signed up to be a reader because, face it, I only have a few short stories and one novel published. I could go and mingle with the crowd, meet all of the awesome people I had made friends with online. Party Time!

Of course, I had signed up for the wait list for a Supporting Author, and lo and behold, before long, I was in as a Supporting Author. And still, it was party time, until the excitement died down and the realization of what that meant kicked in. So, to understand why I am now getting a bit anxious, I’ll let you in on a bit about me.

I’m not a very social person on the whole. If I’m not at work, I’m at home. I have so much writing and reading to do! I am someone who can stay home every day, all day. Don’t get me wrong, I love people, but in a crowd, I’m the watcher, the fringe person and the smart ass. When I say something, it’s usually because I see a funny way (funny to me that is, lol) of looking at something someone says. Also, I have the attention span of a gnat…seriously. Too much going on in my head! My family complains I live there 90% of the time. I disagree…maybe 80%.

I also can organize my thoughts and process information better visually than through auditory means. I am constantly looking for input that is word based. If you and I could sit and have a conversation by texting back and forth, I would probably be more witty and charming—in my opinion. When I tell people who know me about this, they disagree, state that I am articulate, and speak very well. Years of practice and they don’t see the mass of neurons firing and bumping into one another as they scramble to get the words out!

Another reason I am wondering what I have done to myself is, that while I have many friends online who accept me for who I am as a person,  I know there will be others disappointed with the vision they have of me in their head and what they see. Past experiences tell me this is a possibility. I have always been of the mind that who I’ve chosen to be, is who I am, and the expectations of others don’t play into that. As one of my online friends stated recently, people who question who I am, don’t know me well enough to get my story. See past the exterior and let’s get acquainted first and then ask me questions. It’s the respect I would give anyone I meet as well.

Okay! Enough reasons why I’m going to sweat bullets as GRL comes closer.

Here are some reasons I am looking forward to GRL:

Hundreds of people who love M/M romance in the same place!!

Readers (of which I am one) everywhere!!

M/M authors in person and not just online!!

Me fanboying all over my favorite authors and getting autographs!!

A vacation!!

If you are reading this and are going to GRL, find me, JC Wallace, and say hi! I would love to meet you! If you can’t get to GRL, stop by my links below and say hi as well! I love to talk to people who love M/M!

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About Dare to Love Forever

Dare To Love ForeverCarson Locke is a Tabula Rosa vampire—a dangerous rarity in the world of vampires. With one bite, he can wipe clean a vampire’s mind, creating a mindless drone. Because of this, Carson has spent his entire twenty-three years sheltered at home. That changes when his entire family is murdered. Now on the run and near death, Carson meets Commander Lincoln Samuels, a beautiful vampire who tries to heal him. In doing so, Carson is bonded to the vampire and turned into something the vampire world has never seen. When Carson is poisoned, he believes that someone wants him dead as well, however there are greater plans for Carson put into motion hundreds of years before his birth.

Lincoln is a Sanatore vampire with the ability to heal other vampires. He heads a team in the New Vampire Justice police force in Utica, NY. Late one night, he is called to a local Vampire Blood Market where a starving Tabula Rosa vampire is about to be executed by one of his officers. Feeling a strong connection to Carson, Lincoln wants to heal the broken man despite knowing the risk in doing so. Healing Carson could destroy Lincoln and cost him the chance to love again. What Lincoln finds is that there is a greater evil threatening to take Carson from him.

Can two vampires who have loved and painfully lost in the past, learn to trust one another, defeat the evil rising against them, and dare to love forever?

Available at: Amber Allure

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An Excerpt from Dare to Love Forever

Carson Locke was starving. Thoughts of veins and warm blood flowing though arteries clouded his thinking. His stomach had hollowed. His bones protruded and his muscles shook from weakness. His self-control, held by a fragile thread, stretched to the breaking point. When it snapped, he’d turn into the monster he’d avoided becoming for over twenty-three years.

He needed food. He needed blood. Now.

Despite crouching behind a Dumpster in the dark, the cold wind reached Carson, biting at his thin skin. Ten days. Ten days since he’d last eaten. Ten days too long for a young vampire. Ten days since he’d fled his home. Ten days since his mother and brother and uncle had been slaughtered and he’d run for his life. They were all dead because of what he was. Choking back a sob, he forced himself to focus on the back door of the building he’d been watching.

This was his last chance. If he couldn’t get the blood he needed here, that last thread of self-control would snap and he’d attack someone. The memory of the last time he’d been forced to bite—the screaming, the wide, vacant staring eyes, the nothingness—still haunted him. Carson squeezed his eyes tight and drew in several deep, steadying breaths. This task was too important to mar with past horrors he couldn’t rectify.

Two women bundled against the cold and a large, dark-haired man exited the back door he’d been staking out. As the women shuffled off to their cars, the man punched numbers into a keypad, securing the door. Carson clenched his fists as the man pulled out a cigarette and patted his pockets, no doubt searching for a lighter.

“Just leave,” Carson said in a pleading whisper.

Cigarette finally lit, the man moved toward the parking lot. Carson held his breath as the man disappeared around the corner. A siren blared in the distance, startling him. He clenched his teeth, drew air in through his nose and blew it out through his mouth. The beating of his heart threatened to fill the night air. He was terrified, but he was more hungry than scared.

Creeping from behind the Dumpster, Carson pulled his parka up over the lower half of his face. Jumping up, he grabbed the bottom rung of the fire escape and struggled to pull himself up.

His arms shook with the effort. Sweat broke out on his skin as he managed to get a foot on the rung. The idea that vampires possessed superhuman strength was a myth, but damn, he was about as strong as an eight year old. He just had to climb to the roof, drop through the small window, and get the blood. Then he could worry about bigger issues.

Carson climbed over the ledge of the old brick building on shaky legs, propelled by his adrenaline. Without that extra push, he would have been flat on his face. The night before he’d been in this same spot on the roof and had jimmied the lock on the old wood-framed window. Before he could enter, the sound of a door slamming somewhere had scared him away. Being caught trying to enter the VMB could bring certain death, but that was better than starving.

Carson sighed in relief as the window slid open easily. His hands were so cold that he would have been unable to jimmy the lock again. Feet first, he shimmied into the dark room. He was on the third floor and unsure what he would find there. During the three days he’d staked out the building, he hadn’t seen any lights on this floor. Pulling out a flashlight, he surveyed the empty room and located the door.

The blood roared in his ears, and his speeding heart felt as if it would explode as he opened the door. Of course, the damn thing would creak. Stepping lightly, Carson walked down a hallway filled with closed doors. Undisturbed dust covering the floor spoke of the vacant nature of this floor of the building. Within the corridor, the noises of the surrounding city were faint, yet still pushed his heart rate faster. In the floor beneath his boots, the constant hum, like an engine running, vibrated up into his legs. At the end of the hall was a steel door with a small dark window that he hoped led to the stairway. The longer he spent wandering, the higher his chances of being found. Clenching his jaw, he pushed open the heavy door, the cold metal chilling the sweat on his palms. His light flashed over the edge of a railing. He found stairs going down to the left. Walking down one flight, he found another door, but what he needed was on the first floor.

Descending farther, the flashlight flickered. Carson froze. Stopping to shake the light, he could hear the beating of his overwrought heart in his ears, feel the knot of dread expand in his gut. Gods, if he had anything in his stomach to throw up, he would. Right now, he needed the blood that the Vampire Blood Market (VBM) provided. Carson’s teeth had only sunk into a vein once and the nightmare of that moment had forever been burned into his memory. Besides, from what he’d heard, the bite hurt the donor like a bitch. That was mainly the sport of pain sluts and adrenaline junkies who visited bars where biting was still legal. In his isolated world of Gifford, NY, blood had always been supplied. Now, he had to feed himself. Without money, that meant stealing what he needed.

At the bottom of the stairs, he peered through the small window into the VBM. Walls of illuminated refrigerated cases held blood in containers similar to milk jugs. Unfortunately, stealing milk didn’t hold the same consequence as stealing blood.

Ignoring the dangerousness of his mission, Carson grasped the door handle. What he feared would be locked opened freely. Inside the VBM, the refrigerated cases hummed. The air was cooler than in the hallway. Carson’s mouth watered and his empty stomach clenched tight. Rushing to the first case, he pulled open the door. He grabbed the closest opaque white container and ripped the top off. Just as he lifted the container with the lifesaving liquid to his lips, the lights came on and a voice shouted, “Freeze!”

Carson dropped the container and gasped. His heart pushed into overdrive, his breaths barely escaped his throat. He gaped at the three men and two women dressed in black uniforms pointing guns at him. Carson tried to remain still but his feet moved backward without thought.

“Freeze or we’ll shoot!” A man with short black hair, who was larger than a truck, leveled a gun at Carson’s head. The man could end all of Caron’s pain. The fear, the hunger, the uncertainty, the agony of losing his family. Just charge at the giant—or slip his hand into his pocket as if he had a gun—and the bullets would do the rest. But as he ran into the wall behind him, his muscles seized. He was going to die no matter what he did.

“Down on your knees and hands on your head!”

Without thought, Carson went down hard on his knees and rested his hands on his head. His head swam from hunger, and his legs shook. It was all he could do to remain upright. Carson closed his eyes and thought of his younger brother, Caden, and his mom. He just wanted this to be over quick.

“Strip him,” he heard the gruff voice say.

Carson’s chest locked up as hands grabbed him. They ripped Carson’s parka over his head and then his sweater and T-shirt were next. The chill on his skin sent a shudder through his emaciated body.

Please, do it quickly.

Hands held him by his shoulders and arms, as if at any minute he might resist. There wasn’t an ounce of resistance left in him, not an ounce of fight. Tears burned his eyes like acid. Gods, his life had sucked so far. This was the perfect ending.

The large man stepped forward. Heavy black boots scraped the floor. The letters NVJ in large white letters crossed his chest. New Vampire Justice. The vampire equivalent of a SWAT team, there because Carson had been trying to steal blood, an act punishable by immediate death.

“You have been caught in the act of stealing blood from a certified Vampire Blood Market, an act punishable by death by the Vampire Justice Act of 2003. Under the jurisdiction of the New Vampire Justice code number 456.5, I, Chief Enforcement Officer for the city of Utica, NY, hereby pass the sentence of death. Do you have anything you wish to say before this judgment is carried out?”

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About JC Wallace

JC Wallace started writing from a young age, but took a break for marriage, kids, and college (in that order). He recently rediscovered his passion and ventured out into the brave new world of publishing with his short, Waiting for Snow, and his first novel, Curiosity Killed Shaney. At night and on the weekends, JC writes about all things men, believing there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, JC loves a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending. He also writes what his bestie calls HUNK (Happy Until the Next Kidnapping).

In his daytime hours, JC works with individuals with autism and behavior problems. He is owned by three kids, one grandchild and one on the way, two dogs and one cat. He lives in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY.

You can find JC on his Website, Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads & Smashwords

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JC Wallace is having a giveaway where you’ll have the chance to win multiple prizes. The prizes being offered are a $25 Amazon Gift Card, TWO ebook copies of Dare To Love Forever and TWO $5 Amazon Gift Cards! Just click the link below to enter!

Dare To Love Forever Blog Tour Giveaway!

Please be aware that the only way to enter the giveaway is to click the link above.  Any comments on this post will not count towards entering the giveaway but will be welcome anyway.

Good luck!

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Kim Fielding Week Review: Buried Bones

Reviewed by Heather C

17877349Title: Buried Bones
Author: Kim Fielding
Series: Bones #2
Heroes: Dylan & Chris
Genre: M/M Paranormal Romance
Length: 74,353 words
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: May 22, 2013
Available at: Dreamspinner Press, Amazon, All Romance eBooks & Barnes & Noble
Add it to your shelf: Goodreads

Blurb: Werewolves don’t have a how-to manual—nor do men embarking on a new life together.

It’s been a few weeks since Dylan Warner wolfed out and killed Andy, the crazed werewolf who originally turned him and later tried to murder Chris Nock. Architect Dylan and handyman Chris are still refurbishing Dylan’s old house as they work out the structure of their relationship. They come from very different backgrounds, and neither has had a long-term lover before, so negotiating their connections would be challenge enough even if Dylan didn’t turn into a beast once a month.

To make matters worse, Dylan’s house is haunted, and events from both men’s pasts are catching up with them. Dylan has to cope with the aftermath of killing Andy, and Chris continues to suffer the effects of a difficult childhood.

In his quest to get rid of the ghost, Dylan rekindles old friendships and faces new dangers. At the same time, Chris’s father makes a sudden reappearance, stirring up old emotions. If Dylan and Chris want to build a lasting relationship, they’ll have to meet these challenges head-on. Continue reading

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