Tuesday, 30 March 2021

BOOK BLAST - Young King Arthur and the Round Table Knights by Siryn Sueng

 

BOOK BLAST

Book Title: Young King Arthur and the Round Table Knights

Author: Siryn Sueng

Publisher: Deep Hearts YA

Release Date: September 18, 2020

Genre/s: Fantasy, M/M YA Romance

Trope/s: First Love, Arthurian Legend

Themes: Coming of Age, Knights 

Heat Rating:  2 flames      

Length:  68 322 words/ 270 pages

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Arthur grew up a peasant, but when he was fourteen, Excalibur chose him, and now as King Arthur, he must learn to play the game of royalty quickly … or suffer the consequences.

Blurb

There was no reason for Arthur to think he would ever become king.

A peasant and son of a baker, Arthur grew up in the castle town of Camelot. When he attended the choosing ceremony, it was merely to see who would draw the Holy Sword, Excalibur – to see who would inherit the throne of the recently departed King Uther. He never expected the sword would choose him…

But it did.

Now, at the young age of fourteen, he has become King Arthur, and for all the power he has gained, he has made just as many enemies. Surrounded by the Knights of the Round Table, and led by the mysterious mage, Merlin, Arthur is grateful for his allies, though he would just as soon return to his old life. Surely, someone more worthy should be chosen as king.

Arthur is in the middle of chaos, a world where everyone wants more than they let on, where many hate the idea of a young boy with no noble background being crowned king; where cold stares and whispered words are just as sharp as an assassin’s blade.

As Arthur fends for his life, he must draw on the strength of his knights, especially fifteen-year-old Mordred, who becomes closer to him than the mere bounds of duty. He must become king, not just in name, but in his heart.

And he must do it quickly, because his enemies want more than just his crown…

Excerpt

Two days had passed since I’d pulled the sword free—since becoming King. On the first full day within the castle, Merlin had found me wandering the halls and dragged me back to my room to be fitted for an outrageous amount of clothing. We discussed Illian.

Merlin assured me that he was being treated well within the dungeons, despite his cold attitude that he gave to everyone. Nothing would be done to him without my consultation. That fact only added more weight.

He also brought up his conversation with my mother and the letter I should expect. The day after, I received it. She’d expressed her worries, but also her love and support. She praised me, and though I knew it was meant as encouragement, it only made me more wary and frightened. My station as King was not something to take so lightly—even if she had all the confidence in the world. I tried to reply, but nothing I wrote seemed fitting. Rather, it all seemed more like complaints and childish pleading. It wasn’t something I wanted to send to her, not after having her praise me.

Within the mirror, the striking blue doublet that covered me looked even more out of place as I thought about my mother’s letter. The kingly raiment I now wore wasn’t the only one. I had a rich dark purple one, a red one, a light blue, and a solid black. And to think, those were just for me to wear when I wasn’t in the throne room! All the different clothes were going to make my head explode.

“Yes, he did a wonderful job,” Elias said. “Perfect fit. Of course, he is the best tailor in the lands. Only the best for our King.” He stepped back from me and bowed.

“I don’t need the best,” I said softly, but Elias caught it.

“I suppose it’s good to know that you haven’t drowned in the riches, but at the same time you do need to look the part at least.”

I turned to look out the window. The sea burst against the cliff side, throwing water in a violent display of white foam. I watched the waves for a moment longer, knowing that I needed to get going. I was stalling because I was nervous about meeting the knights. What were they going to think of me? I was young, and a peasant. No royal blood flowed through my veins.

I chewed on my lower lip. Elias touched my arm. I looked over at him. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. I nodded and followed him out of the room and into the large corridor.

We left the castle and crossed from the tree-lined grounds into the gardens. The smells of the flowers permeated my senses. I took a deep breath. The scents calmed some of my nerves.

Ahead of us on the other side of the castle grounds stood the Knights’ Tower, where they all resided. The tower was imposing, dark in color, and vines crawled up the sides of the rocks. Windows lined the entire building, spiraling up to the top. Elias led me to the tower’s set of wooden doors and bowed to me.

“This is as far as I can go, Your Majesty.”

My heart clenched and ice shot through my chest. I was going to be alone with the knights. Terror flooded me and I began to tremble. Elias touched my arm again. I focused on him. He smiled and the gentle look helped me relax.

“You will be just fine, my lord. They might be rough around the edges, but they’re loyal and actually very nice.”

“Okay. I’ll be just fine. Thank you, Elias. I’ll see you later.”

He bowed and left me standing in front of the doors. I contemplated leaving and hiding in the library. I turned and took a step forward—right into a warm body. With a startled gasp, I stumbled back and bowed forward as I squeaked, “Forgive me! I didn’t see you there! I’m sorry I ran into you!”

The one who I had run into snickered and I recognized that tone well. I looked up to see Merlin smirking at me. My heart fell like it had become a lump of lead. I stared at him as he laughed at me. I could feel a hot blush creeping across my face.

“My, my. You’re a King now, my lord. You don’t bow to anyone. So, what is it that has you cowering before the Knights’ Tower? Are you intimidated by them?” Merlin seemed a little more welcoming, but I still didn’t like the look on his face. It seemed like he was scrutinizing me beneath his outward demeanor.

I turned back to the double doors and swallowed dryly. “They won’t approve of me.”

“Not everyone will. But that’s what it means to be king. No one is loved on their first day on the throne. Everyone questions the new crown; that is simply how it is. It takes time to earn trust and loyalty. You will earn it. But…if you do nothing, then you will have nothing.”

His words shook me. The mage was right. I understood then why he was the advisor to the King of Camelot. He knew what he was talking about. Despite being condescending at times, he was truly helpful.

“I can’t avoid everything, and why should I? Thank you, Merlin.”

He bowed to me. “Of course, Your Majesty. It’s what I’m here for. So, shall we?”

“Yes.”

I turned around and pulled the door open.

About the Author 

Siryn Sueng is a writer of fantasy, paranormal, and even Sci-Fi genres. She’s married to a wonderful husband with a minion of two years. They have a full house with three adorable fur babies, Anubis -the mighty cat hunter- Kida -the momma bear- and Mishka -the loveable husky-.

Siryn is a lover of games on a wide range of platforms. She plays on the PC, console, and hand-held devices including the phone. Japan is where she would love to visit sometime and is a huge inspiration to many of her projects. She’s a huge fan of Japan, including manga and anime. Siryn has even begun to dabble in comic/manga script writing. Future works in this will be posted on WebToon.

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Saturday, 20 March 2021

New Release - Eight Acts by A. L. Lester

It’s 1967. It’s the Summer of Love. But how will it end for Percy?   

Keywords: gay, romance, historical, British, 1960s, mature 

Length:  20,500 words

Publisher:  JMS Books

Release Date:  March 2021

Buy:  https://books2read.com/EightActs

It's the summer of 1967 and the Sexual Offences Act has just decriminalized consensual gay sex in private between two men over twenty-one. Percy Wright and his friend Les Baker have both taken temporary jobs teaching English as a foreign language in London during their long summer break from teaching at a rural boarding school near Oxford.

Thirty-three year old Percy is keen to soak up some theatre, music and general culture, whilst the younger Les is also keen to experience the varied gay social scene. When Les picks up a man called Phil at the box office of the Albert Hall when he goes to buy tickets to a Promenade Concert, Percy inadvertently gets thrown together with Adrian Framlingham, Phil’s friend. 

Adrian is all the things Percy likes in a man…funny, kind and steady. When Les gets hurt, Percy turns to Adrian for support, but as the end of the summer looms it seems as if their affair will come to a natural end. 

What will happen when Percy goes back to his everyday life as a house-master? Will he and Adrian stay in touch? Does he even want a long-distance relationship when arranging to meet someone for sex is still illegal, even if the act itself is not?

A 20k novella that’s set five years before Taking Stock. Stand alone.

Excerpt

“Shall we go for a walk in Hyde Park this evening?” Les said with forced casualness, shoving toast into the toaster in a bleary fashion.

“Tonight?” Percy said. It was a Thursday.

“One of the blokes I was talking to at the William at the weekend mentioned it. Said it’s an interesting place of an evening.”

He put the emphasis on interesting

“Les…,” Percy was reluctant. “I’m not sure it’s my kind of thing.”

“What, getting your rocks off isn’t your kind of thing?” Les said, slightly snippily. “Don’t pretend you haven’t been having it off with Adrian for the last fortnight.”

Percy didn’t have anything to say back to that. 

“We’re back to school in two weeks,” Les said, almost wearily. “And I want to have as much fun as possible before I get shut up in that damned boarding house with sixty adolescent terrors for another year.”

Percy watched him, steadily.

“This is…so different,” Les continued. “I don’t want to miss anything.”

“Didn’t you have a social set at university?” Percy asked. Not that he had himself, really.

In York!?” Les said with an derisive huffing noise. “Not these kind of friends. I just want…something, Perce.”

Percy could understand that. “I know, he said. “I know you do. But…is Hyde Park after dark really what you’re looking for?”

Les sat at the small table and focused on buttering his toast fiercely. “I won’t know if I don’t go, will I?” he said. “It’s okay, Perce. You don’t have to come. I know it’s not really your scene.”

Les was so much younger, sometimes, Percy thought. 

“What about Phil?” he asked. 

“Nice bloke,” Les said, dismissively. “I don’t want a wife, though, Percy. I want some fun.”

Percy sighed. “Well, what time are you thinking of going?” he asked. “I’m meeting Adrian. He’s managed to get tickets for Hello Dolly at Drury Lane.” This would be the fourth time they had deliberately arranged to meet. After their first outing to the Prince William in Hampstead nearly a fortnight ago, they’d met in the week at a pub close to Adrian’s offices after work and gone on and had a meal. And on Sunday they’d begun the day by walking along the Embankment, had some chips in a pub they’d come upon and then spent the afternoon in Regent’s Park. It had been a really lovely day out. He’d felt guilty leaving Les on his own, but Les seemed happy enough going up to the Prince William by himself, once he’d been introduced around the weekend before.

“No idea what time,” said Les, interrupting his memories. I was going to come home and have some tea and then go on out. So you can still come along if you change your mind.”

Percy shook his head. “I won’t change my mind. I’ve got to be out of the door at about six, so I was going to come home, bolt a bit of toast and change, and then go on out. We’re having supper somewhere afterwards, I think.”

Les made grunting assent. 

Percy was worried about him. The huge platter of different places and experiences that had opened to them over the last month were so different from anything either of them had experienced before. Percy was much more cautious than Les. He didn’t seem to have the same need to grab everything with both hands and try it all out. He was a decade older, he supposed. Whether than meant it had drained out of his system without him noticing whilst he was busy trying to hide it all, or whether it just meant he was a bit more sensible than he would have been a decade ago, he didn’t know.

What he did know what that in his opinion, Les was going to get in to trouble. And Percy wasn’t prepared to be dragged in to trouble with him. 

“You will be careful, won’t you?” he said, diffidently. “Just…be careful, Les.”

Les looked over at him. “I’ll be careful. And you…you have a good time, yeah? If I don’t see you before you go out. He seems like a really nice bloke.”

Percy smiled. “He is. He’s a really nice bloke.”


About A. L. Lester 

Writer of queer, paranormal, historical, romantic suspense. Lives in the South West of England with Mr AL, two children, a badly behaved dachshund, a terrifying cat and some hens. Likes gardening but doesn't really have time or energy. Not musical. Doesn't much like telly. Non-binary. Chronically disabled. Has tedious fits.

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Thursday, 18 March 2021

Release Blitz - Pinot & Pineapple Lumps by Jay Hogan

Title: Pinot & Pineapple Lumps

Series: Southern Lights #4

Author: Jay Hogan

Genre: MM Romance

Tropes: Hurt comfort | Age gap | Humour | Found family | Loss and grief |Trauma | Return to hometown

Release date: March 18, 2021

Amazon Universal: https://readerlinks.com/l/1743520

Synopsis:

Penn from Adelaide. That’s all I knew.

We shared a single kiss over a year ago, and I can still remember every toe-curling second of it. He thought I was too young for him. I thought he was running scared. But that kiss was the first time I’d felt alive in a long time, and I’ve been chasing the feeling ever since—doing my research, a lot of research, a lot of men. Something my protective older brother isn’t too happy about.

I’ve been through more than most guys my age, and I still bear the scars. My head’s not always my best friend, but I’m building a life, PTSD be damned. I can’t turn back the clock, and I’m not sure I want to.

Except maybe to that moment when Penn kissed me. I mean, the odds of us ever meeting again were slim to none, right?

Yeah, about that.

But this time I’m ready. I’m a year older, an ocean of therapy wiser, and I know exactly what I want.

Kurt, one of the main characters in this book, lives with PTSD as a result of a fire and a traumatic incident in his past (not sexual). Within the story there are instances of flashbacks relating to this, and descriptions of triggering events.




Excerpt:

“Okay, then for your first tip, only take a small mouthful.”

Kurt sniggered. “I’m more of a take the whole lot to the back of your throat and swallow kind of guy, but I’m sure I can adapt, just for you.”

Sweet Jesus. “I have every faith that you can make the necessary modifications,” Penn deadpanned.

“Excellent redirect.” Kurt chuckled. “Must be those eleventy-billion years longer you’ve spent on earth than me.”

“For fuck’s sake, just take a damn taste and tell me what you think.”

Kurt laughed. “There are so many, many ways to respond to that question—”

“Just do it.”

“Yes sir. Okay, I’m going in for a sniff, but you have to promise not to get mad if I pick up a lot more than you. It’s to be expected. Nasal hairs flatten as you age, it’s not your fault.”

Penn wondered how difficult it would be to arrange a long slow death for the young man.

Kurt took his time. “Mmmm, aha, interesting—”

Tipsy Kurt was too damn cute.

“Okay, okay, I think I’ve got it,” Kurt pronounced, sounding exceedingly pleased with himself. “It’s kind of . . . earthy, and oh, oh, oh, I know . . . it’s got a spicy thing in there. Damn, I recognise it, I just can’t—it smells like Ethan when he’s been bak—cinnamon! That’s it.”

“Huh.” Penn had to hand it to him. “Pretty good. Anything else.”

Kurt sniffed again and Penn’s mind went straight where it shouldn’t.

“Nope, that’s all.”

“Okay. Not bad for a rookie. Now take a sip and roll it over your tongue and around your mouth to pick up all the flavours.”

“Then I can swallow, right? I like to swallow.”

“Yes, Kurt. Then you can swallow.” Death by killer bees.

“My favourite part.”

Penn banged the back of his head on the tree trunk a couple of times as a variety of suggestive noises spilled through the phone, most of which he’d never heard in any wine tasting he’d ever attended, and all of which went straight to his traitorous cock. Death by a million needle pricks.

“Damn that was a big mouthful but I got it down safely—just thought you should know.”

Good lord.

“And I’m pleased to say I have more answers for you.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Okay, here goes.” Kurt cleared his throat. “Berries.”

“I believe we’ve covered that.”

“Hush. And chocolate—”

“Chocolate?”

“Not chocolate, chocolate. But you know those chewy Roses’ ones? Hard something—”

For fuck’s sake. “Caramel, yes, very good. A lot of people miss that one.” Kurt’s palate actually had potential, who’d have guessed?

“See? I told you I’d ace this.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“But there was also something nasty.”

“Nasty?” Penn snorted. “Oh I cannot wait to hear this.”

“No, I’m serious,” Kurt protested. “Like sharp and just . . . blech. Like paint stripper. You don’t notice it when you drink it like normal people, but when you drink it slowly, it’s right fucking there.” He shivered dramatically for effect.

Penn could barely keep his shit together and had to clear his throat. “I believe you’re talking about tannin. And actually, Pinot Noir tends to be lighter in it than a lot of other reds. But trust me when I say it’s not usually described as a gaggable commodity. Most people love it.”

“A gaggable commodity, huh? You seem familiar with the phrase. You want to expand on that?”

“No, I do not.” Penn’s cheeks heated out of sheer ridiculousness.

“Surprise, surprise. Anyway that’s all I’ve got.”

Excerpt II:

Kurt had mischief in his eyes. “Well, I hope you don’t mind that I started without you? Arlo’s been introducing me to his family’s wine. He’s very enthusiastic.” He was clearly enjoying Penn’s discomfort immensely.

“I just bet he was.” Penn flicked a gaze to Arlo who appeared completely oblivious to the mood. “How very . . . kind of him.”

“But dammit, I keep forgetting not to swallow.” Kurt kept those electric blue eyes pinned on Penn. “It simply goes against my nature. Aaaaand, I might be just a wee bit tipsy.” He held his thumb and first finger, barely apart.

Fucking adorable. “So, I see.” Penn bit back a smile and dragged his gaze back to Arlo who was watching them with interest. “Arlo.” Penn proffered his hand.

Arlo accepted. “Penn, good to see you

And if Penn squeezed a little harder than necessary, that was between him and Arlo, who clearly noticed by crease on his brow, and the look he shot between Penn and Kurt. If Penn could be any more of a dick, he wasn’t sure how. “Thanks for helping Kurt out, but I can take it from here.”

A snort came from somewhere to Penn’s right, but he ignored it. He didn’t need to see Kurt’s expression to know he was being a complete and utter dipshit.

Still wearing a frown, Arlo looked to Kurt. “Is that what you want, Kurt? We’re only halfway through. Maybe Penn could come back later? I’d love to finish the full tasting with you.”

I just bet you would.

Kurt arched a brow at Penn, who then felt even more of a jerk.

What the fuck am I doing? And yes, the phrase was seeing a lot of mileage in his current life.

“Of course I can do that.” The words ground out like steel shavings from Penn’s mouth, but he did his best to convey to Kurt every ounce of apology the man deserved. “Arlo’s wines are excellent. It’s totally up to you.”

Kurt’s warm hand landed on his arm just for a second and then it was gone. “Thanks Arlo, but I’m good. Penn and I had agreed to do the rounds of tastings together. Perhaps I can visit your winery instead, another day.”

Arlo cast another cryptic look between them, and then nodded. “Sure. Call first and I’ll make sure I’m free. I’ll give you the grand tour, just the two of us.” He shot a pointed look Penn’s way.

Just peachy.

Penn blinked. “You want to stay?”

“No, I want to talk. But that being off the table, yes, I want you to introduce me to the wines you love. You explained you’re more of a white wine guy, so, educate me.”

The challenge was clear and Penn was certainly up for it. “All right, I can show you a few of my top ten, the ones that are here, but just so you know, I’ll definitely be spitting. You can do what you like although I’m guessing I know the answer. I’ll see you safely home.”

Kurt blushed prettily. “Yeah, I suck at the whole spitting thing to be honest. But I’m kind of hoping whites are more to my taste. I didn’t have the heart to tell Arlo his family’s prize-winning Pinot Noir tasted like horse’s arse to me.”

Penn threw back his head and laughed. “God, I wish you had. His parents are pretty pompous about their wines. Pisses the rest of us off.”

Kurt shrugged. “Arlo was actually pretty nice.”

And Penn knew that. Arlo was a nice guy. “He was practically drooling,” Penn observed without thinking. The comment wasn’t cool and Kurt shot him a look to confirm that. “Sorry. And you’re right, Arlo is fine. I went to school with him, and he clearly likes you. You should absolutely go visit their winery. It’s beautiful.”

Kurt studied Penn like he was trying to decipher what the hell was going on in Penn’s head.

Good luck with that.

“He must also be around the same age as you, then,” Kurt pointed out, eyes sharp as flint.

“I guess.”

Kurt continued to stare. “Mmm, fancy that. Well, I will definitely be taking him up on his offer to give me the grand tour of their vineyard. Thanks for vouching for him.” His mouth curved up in a slow smile. “I’ll let you know what I think.”

Oh that cheeky . . .

About Jay:

I am a New Zealand author writing in m/m romance, and romantic suspense. I have traveled extensively and lived in the US, Canada, France, Australia and South Korea. In a past life I have been an Intensive Care Nurse, Counselor, and a Nursing Lecturer.

I'm a cat aficionado especially of Maine Coons, and an avid dog lover (but don’t tell the cat). I love to cook, pretty damn good, love to sing, pretty damn average, and as for loving full-time writing, absolutely… depending of course on the day, the word count, the deadline, how obliging my characters are, the ambient temperature in the Western Sahara, whether Jupiter is rising, the size of the ozone hole over New Zealand and how much coffee I've had.

Welcome to my world.

Find Jay in all the places:https://jayhoganauthor.contactin.bio/

Wednesday, 17 March 2021

Audio Release - Crossing the Touchline (Auckland Med #2) by Jay Hogan

 

Title: Crossing the Touchline     

Series: Auckland Med #2

Author: Jay Hogan

Genre: MM Romance

Amazon Universal: https://readerlinks.com/l/1444157/00

Audiobook:https://books2read.com/jh-crossing-the-touchline

Synopsis:

What if you’ve worked your whole life for a dream, to play rugby for the most successful sports team on the planet, the New Zealand All Blacks?

What if that dream is so close you can smell it?

What if you meet someone?

What if you fall in love?

What if your dream will cost the man who’s stolen your heart?

And what if the dream changes?

Reuben Taylor has a choice to make.

Cameron Wano is that choice.

About Jay:

I am a New Zealand author writing in m/m romance, and romantic suspense. I have traveled extensively and lived in the US, Canada, France, Australia and South Korea. In a past life I have been an Intensive Care Nurse, Counselor, and a Nursing Lecturer.

I'm a cat aficionado especially of Maine Coons, and an avid dog lover (but don’t tell the cat). I love to cook, pretty damn good, love to sing, pretty damn average, and as for loving full-time writing, absolutely… depending of course on the day, the word count, the deadline, how obliging my characters are, the ambient temperature in the Western Sahara, whether Jupiter is rising, the size of the ozone hole over New Zealand and how much coffee I've had.

Welcome to my world.

Find Jay in all the places:https://jayhoganauthor.contactin.bio/

Tuesday, 16 March 2021

March Madness Competition

I've joined up with other gay romance authors to celebrate various books from our backlist. To that end you'll find sales, snippets, extra scenes, and many more. And a competition too. But there are so many of us wanting to share with you that there's not just one prize but four!

We'll get to the competetion soon but before we do here's a few of the books that will be featuring over the coming fortnight. It's not about shiny new releases, we are celebrating the backlist. 

https://books.bookfunnel.com/marchmadness2021/y6xl9399fi



My Contribution

I'll be focusing on Resistance, book 1 in my Village Love Series. I'll be sharing some excerpts on social media, discussing my plans for other characters, talking about a possible change for the series look, and other exciting things. 

And of course one lucky winner will get a copy in the competition giveaway.

What's it all about?

How long can you wait on a promise?

After his first night with Mal, Rick broke the habit of a lifetime and invited the sexy radiographer to spend the weekend in the sleepy English village he called home. Rick isn’t in denial but he’s afraid to reveal his sexuality in the close-knit community that has known him since he was a babe in arms.

The sex is amazing but equally Mal loves lazy days spent in the garden at Slopy Bottom, and every precious moment he spends with Rick. For Mal the village quickly becomes an oasis of peace, far from the noise and grime of life in London, a slice of tranquillity with Rick at the heart. But Mal has defied his family and his religion to be true to himself, and there is no way can he join Rick in his self-built closet, no matter how comfortable it is...

Rick is afraid revealing the true nature of his relationship with Mal will change the way his neighbours see him. He adores these people, this village, and he can’t face the thought of losing everything over who he chooses to sleep with. When the alternative is giving up a man who has slotted perfectly into his life—a man who he might just love—it’s no choice at all. But, knowing what has to be done isn’t always as easy as putting it into practice.


The Competition 

One lucky winner will win a bundle of prizes including 3 x $5 gift cards, 9 x backlist ebooks, and 1 x audio code

From authors: Posy Roberts, Suki Fleet, Marie Sexton, Beth Laycock, David C Dawson, Pat Henshaw, Wendy Rathbone, Zoe Piper, Kindle Alexander, Teodora Kostova, Lillian Francis, Jodi Payne, and Grace Kilian Delaney

You can enter here: http://bit.ly/MMRJGp4

There are no requirements to do anything but provide your email address for newsletter subscription (and you're already here) but the more you do the more chances of winning. Following me on BookBub will give you an extra 2 entries into the draw. And on BookBub you'll not only see when I release a new book but you'll be able to find my favourite reads too. 

(Starts - 11 March 00:00 GMT - ends 23 March 00:00 GMT - winner randomly selected on 23 March at 9:00 GMT)


But hold on, didn't I mentione three other competitions. 

Group 1 - http://bit.ly/MMRJGp1  Prizes from RJ Scott, H.L Day, Clare London, Davidson King, Susan Scott Shelley, Liv Rancourt, A.D. Ellis, Elle Keaton, Anne Barwell, Avery Cockburn, Mel Gough, Jay Hogan, and Elizabeth Noble

Group 2 - http://bit.ly/MMRJGp2 Prizes from NR Walker, L.C. Chase, Meredith Spies, C F White, Rachel Ember, Charley Descoteaux, Jacy Braegan, G.R. Lyons, Charlie Cochrane, Talia Carmichael, Selina Kray, Tal Bauer, and Ruby Moone

Group 3 - http://bit.ly/MMRJGp3 V.L. Locey, N.J. Lysk, Jessie G, Barbara Elsborg, Jackie North, Kasia Bacon, Jamie Lynn Miller, JP Sayle, Kaje Harper, Louisa Masters, Nic Starr, K. Evan Coles, and Jackie Keswick

That's all the links you need to win some bumper prizes. 

Let me know if you've Resistance related tales for me: Your favourite scene. Who you want to see next. What you think of the exisiting style of the covers/titles. A review I'd want to share. Or anything you just want to chat about.