Friday, 20 July 2018

Release Blitz - Nothing Serious by Jay Northcote




Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Length: 40,000 words approx.

Cover Design: Garrett Leigh @ Black Jazz Design

Blurb

What happens when “nothing serious” turns into something more complicated?


Mark O’Brien is finally being honest with himself. His relationship with Rachel is over and he’s moving out of the home they’ve shared for six years. They get along, but he can’t fix a relationship when the person he’s with is the wrong gender.


Jamie Robertson, one of the removal men, is huge and ridiculously gorgeous, and Mark is smitten at first sight. When a cardboard box splits, revealing items of a personal nature that Mark never wanted anybody to see, he’s mortified. But it sparks the start of a beautiful friendship with benefits.


As Jamie initiates Mark into the joys of gay sex, the two men get increasingly close and “nothing serious” turns into something rather important to both of them. But communication isn’t their strong point. Will either man ever find the courage to be honest about his feelings?


Please note that although this edition has been re-edited for publication, there is no new or additional content.






Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England. He comes from a family of writers, but always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed him by. He spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content.

One day, Jay decided to try and write a short story—just to see if he could—and found it rather addictive. He hasn’t stopped writing since.

Jay writes contemporary romance about men who fall in love with other men. He has five books published by Dreamspinner Press, and also self-publishes under the imprint Jaybird Press. Many of his books are also available as audiobooks.

Website: https://jaynorthcote.com/
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BOOK BLAST - Daisy, Yellow by Angelique Jurd


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Book Title: Daisy, Yellow

Author: Angelique Jurd

Publisher: Small Black Cat Media

Cover Artist: May Dawney Designs

Genre/s: Contemporary Gay Romance

Length: 177 pages



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Blurb



Just months after breaking up with his boyfriend, Noah Jenkins inherits his grandfather's farm and he decides it's time for a change of scenery. He packs his bags, buys a dog, and moves onto the property. When his Labrador puppy Daisy gets hurt he meets local vet Hunter Ross and life starts to look interesting again.



Hunter Ross has always lived in small, conservative Newton, in rural Illinois. At 39 he's never been in love and never had a lover and mayhave neglected to tell anyone he's close to that he's gay. It's never been a problem - until Daisy, Yellow and her owner, Noah, show up.



Is Noah's love enough for Hunter to risk everything? Does Hunter have the strength to make the hardest choices he'll ever make and survive?









Excerpt



The great thing about small towns it turns out is that delivery is free and it’s quick. His new furniture will arrive tomorrow morning, which gives him time to get the living room ready. The parking lot in front of the clinic is empty but Noah can see Hunter’s truck parked further back and, on a whim, he follows the driveway down. He parks, unbuckles Daisy from her harness, and clips her leash on before he gets out of the car. When he turns around, Hunter is leaning against the doorway, wearing low slung jeans and a threadbare tee-shirt, arms crossed over his chest.



“Hi.”



“Hi,” Noah croaks. His mouth and throat have gone dry and when Daisy pulls the leash free from his grasp, he barely notices. Hunter pushes the screen door open with a bare foot and she rushes inside.



“Shit, sorry!” He leaps after her, but Hunter doesn’t seem concerned, only amused.



From the depths of the house comes a volley of high pitched barks followed by an angry hiss.



“Sounds like she’s found Rosie.”



Noah trails behind him as Hunter goes inside, taking in his surroundings as walks. The cluttered living room is small with plain, simple furnishings in faded colors. In contrast, Noah notices, the sounds system, hooked to a laptop and a flat screen television, is state of the art. In the middle of the room stands the cat from the clinic, back arched and tail puffed up. Daisy bounces forward with a yip only to be met by a grey and white paw that smacks her nose three times in quick succession and sends her scuttling back to Noah with a yelp and a whimper.



As he picks her up he spots two scratches across her nose, both beading with blood.



“Hey, your cat scratched my pup.”



“Your pup tried to chase my cat.”



Annoyed, Noah clutches Daisy to his chest and braces his shoulders. She’s bleeding.



“You should control her better.”



The statement is met by laughter. That he likes the sound of it annoys Noah even more than the laughter itself.



“She’s a cat. How do you propose I control her?”



“I don’t know but you’re a vet, you should be able to think of something.”



Hunter steps over and peers at the scratches on Daisy’s nose.



“She’ll live. You can trust me on this, I’m a vet.” The mocking tone makes it very clear what Hunter thinks of Noah’s reaction. He bends and gathers Rosie up and puts her on the back of an armchair. She immediately jumps off, flicks her tail at the room and saunters down the hallway.



In Noah’s arms, Daisy quivers and whimpers.



Noah is about to protest again when Hunter leans forward and brushes a kiss over his mouth. It’s brief and rough, over before Noah can even register it’s happening. Stunned, he runs his finger over his bottom lip and hugs Daisy to his chest as he watches Hunter walk away, calling over his shoulder as he goes.



“Do you want coffee?”


About the Author 


Author, acafan, Buddhist. Angelique is owned by four cats, three adult children, two temperamental computers, and a very patient boyfriend (not a partridge in a pear tree).



A former print journalist and editor, she has over the years, written about a wide variety of topics from politics to duck breeding to rock concerts. Her interest in fandom studies was sparked in 2015 when she watched Supernatural for the first time and she has been fascinated by the intersection between fans and creators ever since and is currently completing an MA (Media Studies) in the subject.



She likes cold champagne, hot coffee, neat whiskey, loud Springsteen, and the Winchester brothers kicking butt. When she's not writing she likes to color, watch movies, and get more tattoos.






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

  



Length: 40,603 words

Cover Design: Bree Archer

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Blurb

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


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

My Two Pennies Worth

I can sum this book up in one word. Adorable.

This is a very sweet, slow burn romance that takes months to move from an initial spark of interest through friendship to lovers. Tomy meets Jason when he’s buying wool for Christmas presents, there’s a spark of interest there, but Tomy is already in a relationship. When that relationship goes sour, Tomy is cajoled by his Mum into learning to knit, at Jason’s wool shop.

Jason is one of my favourite types of MCs, a big imposing body type (he was an American Footballer before he got injured) who is actually a teddy bear. When he and Tomy meet again, Tomy is distraught about his break up. Despite still being attracted to Tomy, Jason takes thing slowly, teaching Tomy to knit, taking dance lessons from Tomy, and generally being a good friend. He’s patient and never puts pressure on Tomy to take things further. 


A lovely little book that will make you smile.






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


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


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



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Wednesday, 18 July 2018

Review Tour - Lost In Indigo by V.L. Locey




Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK


Length: 70,695 words approx.

Blurb

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


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


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


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

My Two Pennies Worth

This is my first book by VL Locey.

I’m not a hockey fan, but apparently I find books with hockey player MCs enjoyable reads. There is something appealing about a gruff MC who’s quite happy to knock someone’s teeth out on the ice, finally finding someone who turns their heart to mush. Maybe it’s because so many are hiding their true nature and I’m a sucker for a closeted MC who finally falls for the one person who makes stepping through that door worth it and necessary. 

And they don’t come much more gruff, closeted, and broken than Mat.

This book has so much going for it:
  • May to December (age gap is just under 20 years)
  • Hyper masculine MC (Mat) in Uber macho profession falls for genderflux MC(Indigo)
  • Closeted athlete finds ‘the one’
  • Slow burn. OMG such a good slow burn.
  • 80’s references. Breakfast Club, anyone.
  • Have I mentioned the closeted, gruff MC? Yeah, well they’re my Kryptonite.
  • Made me cry. Proper tears. Because emotions rather than excessive angst.
  • Indigo is not a snowflake. He’s a strong character. Mentally stronger than Mat.
  • Well written. 
  • And, yes, I know this is going to sound weird for a hockey book but there’s not much hockey in it
My first book by VL Locey, but it definitely won’t be my last.




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

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




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Tuesday, 17 July 2018

New Release - The Captain and the Cricketer by Catherine Curzon & Eleanor Harkstead


The Captain and the Cricketer
 
When an uptight countryside vet and a sexy TV star meet on the cricket pitch, they’re both knocked for six!

Henry Fitzwalter is a solid sort of chap. A respectable rural vet and no stranger to tweed, he is the lonely inhabitant of crumbling Longley Parva Manor.

Captain George Standish-Brookes is everyones favorite shirtless TV historian. Heroic, handsome and well-traveled, he is coming home to the village where he grew up.

Henry and Georges teenage friendship was shattered by the theft of a cup, the prize in a hard-fought, very British game of cricket. When they resolve their differences thanks to an abandoned foal, its only a matter of time before idyllic Longley Parva witnesses one of its wildest romances, between a most unlikely couple of fellows.

Yet with a golf-loving American billionaire and a money-hungry banker threatening this terribly traditional little corner of Sussex, theres more than love at stake. A comedy of cricket, coupling and criminality, with a splash of scandal!

Genre: Contemporary romance
Length: 87,000 words/318 pages
Publisher: Pride
Release: 17th July 2018


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Excerpt

What on earth are they feeding these babies?

Another ruddy-cheeked mother passed her enormous child to Henry. He balanced it on his hip, smiling politely as he jiggled it up and down.

What a lovely boy!

Puppies, kittens, foals, lambs, calves and piglets were more Henry Fitzwalters style, the daily business of a countryside vet. He was at ease around them. But not human babiesthey were strange and alien beasts indeed. The infant reached out its pudgy hand and tugged Henry on the nose, yanked Henrys neatly trimmed sideburn then grabbed a length of his hair and pulled.

Henry winced. Certainly a strong un!

Daniel, you bad boy!His mother at least had the grace to be contrite regarding her infants outrageous thuggery, and wrestled the unfeasibly large child from Longley Parvas vet.

Nestled in the South Downs, Longley Parva had been the home of Henrys family for generations. And today, on this sunny Sunday afternoon, Longley Parva was closed for a street party to raise funds for the roof of the village hall.

Daniel was swapped for another child, who came accompanied by the odor of milk. Henry bounced the baby and it cooed at him. It appeared to be a little girl, judging by how frilly its outfit was, and although it was almost entirely bald, it was wearing a sequined Alice band.

A car tooted, an engine revved. A nearby shout of, The roads closed for the partywhats the bloody matter with people?

Womens Institute stalwart Mrs. Fortescue tutted. Mind your language in front of the babies!

Henry, ignoring the babys grip on his knitted tie, stared from his vantage point at the top of the villages High Street toward the other end, where barriers and stalls were being shifted as a car approached.

A classic car in British racing green nosed its way toward him. He knew it, because it had been tootling around the village for Henrys whole life and for decades before that too. Everyone in England knew it, because this was the soft-top Jaguar of Captain George Standish-Brookes. This was the soft-top Jaguar that had transported its driver and his popular histories straight into the nations hearts.

Henry clenched his jaw. That bloody man.

Cries of Its Captain George!filled the street, the Longley Parvans nudging one another and grinning, some even waving as the car wound its way along the crowded road. The final of the Bonny Baby Competition was forgotten.

George drove into the center of the village like the returning hero he was, classic Wayfarers hiding his eyes, the car horn blaring merrily and a crowd following as though the Red Sea had just parted.

GeorgeHenrys childhood friend through thick and thin, until the day the Longley Parva Cup disappeared. Georgethe television historian with the knowing wink and dazzling smile. George, who sailed through life without a care in the world, waving now at the locals as he drove toward the podium with one hand on the steering wheel.

The handsome bastard.

Of course the road closure didnt apply to George, even though the vicar on his bicycle had been turned away and told to come back on foot. Rules never applied to Captain George Standish-Brookes. Not at school, not in his Bohemian home, and now, not at the village fête.

George made his own rules.

Unable to raise a hand in polite though grudging welcome without dropping the baby, Henry gave George a terse nod.

Fitz!George turned off the ignition and the car, somehow, came to rest at just the right angle for a classic car shoot. He pushed open the door and hopped out onto the green, a vision of easy, casual confidence in cricket sweater and chinos, his dark hair tousled just so, the sun glinting from the face of his watch.

Who still wears a watch these days, anyway?

Captain George did, because then he could wear a regimental watch strap too.

What a welcome.George laughed, pushing the Wayfarers up into his hair. He looked around at the bunting and sausage rolls, the orange squash and bonny babies. Have I crashed a party?

Henry clenched his jaw. I suppose those sunglasses prevented you from being able to read the sign at the top of the road, Captain George? Street partystrictly no entrance. You nearly mowed down half the village, you fool!

He had forgotten that he was standing in front of a microphone. After a blast of feedback, his sarcastic reprimand echoed down the bustling street.

Shut up, vetnry!someone shouted from the crowd.

Yeah, you shut up! Its Captain George!someone else chimed in. Within moments, the street was full of jeers aimed at Henry. Even the baby joined in, yanking Henrys tie so hard he nearly headbutted the microphone. George stepped up, his hands held in front of him in a call for calm. Naturally, he knew how to use a microphone, there was no wail of aggressive feedback to deafen him.

Hello, Longley Parvans!A chorus of greeting went up. Sorry for nearly mowing you downblame my enthusiasm to see this marvelous village once more. Some things, I notice”—he cast a long, comical look at Henry—“never change!

Henry glared at the car and glared at George. No, they dont, do they?

The baby started to grizzle, its face turning tomato red. Henry bounced it more energetically on his hip, just as a hiccupping noise started up in its throat. He looked over his shoulder, wondering where its mother had got to. A reporter from the local paper had slipped in between the locals and had clambered onto the podium. Give us a smile, Captain George! Can we get a few words for The Bugle?

Ive just been around the world for my Secret History of Magellan, which you can watch this Christmas on the Beeb!He winked, a twinkle in his eye that made at least one of the girls from the riding school fan her face. And I still havent found anywhere as beautiful as good old Longley Parva!

Applause rippled through the crowd, along with enthusiastic nods. Andfor heavens sake, was it really necessary?a cheer began.

Hip-hip-hooray! Hip-hip-hooray! Hip-hip-hooray for Captain George!

Mrs. Fortescues shoes banged loudly across the podium as she approached their returning hero. Captain, could I possibly ask you to assist with the Bonny Baby Competition?

The divine Mrs. F.!George kissed her on both cheeks. It would be a pleasure!

Henry knew better than to cross Mrs. Fortescue. She took the frilly child from his arms and deposited it in Georges embrace. Laughter echoed through the crowd, and the childs mother now appeared, beaming up at George. Henry could do nothing more than stand there as George bounced the baby more and more, the hiccupping noise now a rumble.

The baby opened its little mouth and ejected a vast stream of curdled milk.

All over the shoulder of Henrys tweed jacket.

Brilliant!The photographer tipped his head back, laughing. What a great photo!

You cant print that!Henry stared in horror from the mess on his shoulder into the hungry lens of the camera. He dug in his pocket to retrieve a handkerchief and began to mop at the sour-smelling deposit. If it wasnt enough that Longley Parvas animal population voided their bodily fluids over him on a near-daily basis, now the human residents had joined in as well.

Youre a poppet, arent you?George bounced the now empty baby, who gurgled happily at him. Then the mother, who was even more thrilled by the celebrity in their midst, slipped her arm through Georges and grinned for the photographer.

Would you mind just sort of utching up a bit?The photographer gestured Henry to step to his right. I need you out of frame, mate!

Henry closed his lips in a tight line and nodded. Of course. The local vet isnt as exciting as a bona fide TV historian, after all.

And war hero,the photographer reminded him saucily.

Henry manfully resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Still dabbing at his jacket, he walked past Mrs. Fortescue, only delivering a tight smile of acknowledgment, and hopped down from the podium. Henry was supposed to be judging the jam-making competition in fifteen minutes, but he wondered if he would be ousted from that gig too.

At least jam couldn’t vomit on your shoulder, though, there was that.

God,the stable girl told her equally flushed friend as Henry passed, hes even more gorgeous in the flesh than on the telly!

Then she glanced at the sick-stained vet and touched her hair self-consciously. With a grimace, she murmured, You missed some puke, Mr. Fitzwalter.

Henry indicated over his shoulder with a jab of his thumb. Will you tell Miss Watson on the jam stall that Im going home? I cant judge jam like this.Once more, he pressed his lips into a thin, disapproving line. But Im certain that our resident celebrity will relish doing the honors.

Somewhat proud of his pun, Henry went on his way. Longley Parva Manor was but a short walk from the main road and Henry would go home, sit in the bath with a whiskey and hope George left again soon.

Fitz!Georges voice again, full of laughter and carefree bonhomie, smooth and easy as hot chocolate, as one of his adoring Sunday newspaper critics once said. I say, Fitz!

Henry skidded to a halt on the gravel at the bottom of his driveway and turned to watch George approach. Behind him trailed a long line of smiling faces, the ladies who adored him and children who wanted to be him and men who wanted to buy him a pint. George the handsome, tan Pied Piper leading his faithful.

What do you, of all people, want with me?

Mrs. F. tells me youre on jam duty.He slapped his hand down against Henrys clean shoulder. When I was stung by a ray, did I let it put me off finishing my secret shipwrecks filming? No. When I broke my wrist wielding a war hammer, did I give up my location work for Secrets of the Vikings? I did not! Come on, Fitz, are you going to let a bit of baby sick defeat you?

Defeat me? I smell of vomit, Captain bloody George. I cant taste the jam with the tang of baby sick in my nostrils!

Its a jacket, Fitz.George laughed, a long, loud bray. Take it off, man!