Release Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Shear Bliss By Sam E. Kraemer
Foggy Basin Series - M/M Small Town Romance
Ex-con turned barber Tyler Rockwell works in his mother’s beauty salon in small-town California. Every resident of Foggy Basin will happily remind Tyler they know the one thing he wants to put behind him.
Mosby Leslie left his old life behind after a tragedy, hiding in the mountains near Foggy Basin, where the fog rolled into the valley like clockwork. Committed to living alone in misery, Mosby fills his days with painting landscapes of the sleepy little village he can see from his front porch and having intense discussions with Barbara Bushy, his only friend.
One day while on a supply run, Mosby trips over a crumbling step in front of Shear Bliss Salon, hitting his head. Next thing he knows, a handsome young man is tending to his every need. The shorter, lean man’s smiles light up Mosby’s sullen world.
To stay in the sunshine of Tyler’s attention for just a little longer, Mosby pretends to have forgotten who he is and where he lives. What will the barber do when he finds out that under Mosby’s long hair and beard is a famous painter who people have been trying to find for over a year? When the fog clears, is there any way the two of them can find Shear Bliss together?
Welcome to Foggy Basin. Just passing through? No problem. Here to stay? Well, better find your place. Sit back, relax, and get to know the townsfolk. They love hard and play even harder. Each book is a stand-alone but why not stay and get to know us by reading them all.
I’d been missing fresh produce. I’d tried to plant a little garden patch the previous spring when I first arrived at the cabin, but the yard was too shady for it to take off. I couldn’t justify cutting down a huge Arroyo Willow so I could plant a patch of vegetables. It seemed selfish.
I loaded the cart with tomatoes, carrots, corn on the cob, and other seasonal favorites. I’d taken an online canning course when I’d planted the garden last year, optimistically believing I’d be awash in fresh vegetables by the fall. That didn’t happen, but if I could secure some canning jars and lids, I could can some of the fresh produce I was stacking in my cart and put the jars in the root cellar to have over the winter. It was more homestead-ish than I wanted to be, but if I wanted veggies later in the fall, it was an option.
I gathered all the supplies I needed for a couple of months and went to the checkout. The place was relatively deserted, which suited me just fine.
The clerk, a tall, older man with a pinched face and a pointy nose glared at me. “You got money to pay for this before I start ringing it?”
Yes, it was a large order, but fuck him. I reached into my pocket to get my wallet and found it missing.
“Crap. I’ll be right back. I forgot my wallet in the truck.”
I hurried out of the store and across the alley, winding up in front of the salon. I glanced through the picture window and came to a screeching halt. Inside, standing at the register and talking to a woman with long hair was a gorgeous young man.
I stared at him for a moment. When he glanced up, he smiled, which made my heart pound. He was more beautiful than I’d first thought, and his smile…? Magnificent.
My face flushed at being caught gawking, but hell, I’d never seen such a striking creature. I turned to hurry away before he came after me with a broom, and I caught the toe of my sneaker on something, taking me down to the sidewalk with a—
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e-set of the whole Foggy Basin Series (10 eBooks)
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$10 Amazon Voucher (US/UK/AU/CA only)
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I grew up in the rural Midwest before moving to the East Coast with a dashing young man who swept me off my feet. We've now settled in the desert Southwest where I write M/M contemporary romance. I also write paranormal M/M romance under "Sam E. Kraemer writing as L.A. Kaye."
I'm a firm believer that love is love, regardless of how it presents itself, and I'm proud to be a staunch ally of the LGBTQIA+ community. I have a loving, supportive family, and I feel blessed by the universe and thankful everyday for all I have been given. In my heart and soul, I believe I hit the cosmic jackpot. Cheers!
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Audio Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Something Borrowed By Lily Morton
Narrated by Joel Leslie
Confetti Hitched, Book 2
Stan has never let his blindness hold him back, but he’s beginning to realise his love life is keeping him from moving forward.
He can’t remember a time when he wasn’t in love with his best friend. Rafferty is everything to him—his partner in crime, his confidante, and the person who understands him best. But Rafferty is incapable of reciprocating Stan’s feelings.
As a successful wedding planner, Rafferty is passionately committed to helping newlyweds begin their happily-ever-afters, but after a rootless childhood he’s equally determined not to seek his own. How can he trust in love and marriage when so many of his brides and grooms are repeat customers?
Stan is the glue that keeps the pieces of Rafferty’s life together, and as such Rafferty has always kept Stan safely in the friend box where he can’t lose him. However, lately that conviction has wavered and now Rafferty is bursting with complicated feelings for his best friend. The timing couldn’t be worse because Rafferty has realised he’s in love with Stan just as Stan is moving on.
From bestselling author Lily Morton comes a friends-to-lovers story about realising you have the perfect man when you’re on the brink of losing him.
This is the second book in the bestselling Confetti Hitched series, but it can be read as a standalone.
I moan despairingly when I see the time. “It’s ten o’clock. Oh god.”
“Is there a problem?”
Instead of answering, I tap a familiar number on my phone’s screen. “Come on, come on,” I mutter, pacing as I listen to it ring. “Climb off Lachlan’s dick and answer the phone.”
“Who are you talking to, sweetheart?”
The call connects. “What?” Joe says cautiously into my ear. I can’t begrudge him his air of worry.
“I need a favour.”
He groans. “Last time you said that we got fined for causing a public disturbance.”
“No, this time it’s really bad,” I whisper. “I need you, Joe.”
“Joe?” the man asks from behind me. “Who the fuck is Joe?”
“Who’s that?” Joe asks.
“No one,” I say over the insistent voice of the man who is now frowning at me—the man who appears to think we’re married.
“It doesn’t sound like no one,” Joe says, his voice rich with amusement as my bedmate paces the room and shouts about people who cheat.
“Well, it is,” I say in a quelling voice. “Joe, I’ve got the Hollis wedding today.”
“Yeah, I know. You’ll be fine.”
“That might be true if I’d gone to bed at an early hour in my own bed. Sober,” I add with emphasis.
“Oh god,” Joe says.
I walk back into the bedroom. “I know,” I whisper. “I woke up naked, and apparently, I’m now in some sort of a relationship I have no memory of agreeing to. I leave that sort of behaviour to you, mate.” Joe laughs. “This is serious,” I hiss. I look at my watch and groan. “The bride will arrive at the church in an hour.”
I look over at my bedmate, who’s joined me in the bedroom and is still frowning. I ask him, “I don’t suppose you have a spare morning suit hanging around?”
“I don’t know any dead people,” he snaps.
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Confetti Hearts
Confetti Hitched, Book 1
Joe Bagshaw doesn’t believe in love or marriage anymore, which is rather a hindrance for a wedding planner.
His own marriage was a whirlwind affair that ended before the ink could dry on the wedding certificate. Nevertheless, even with his divorce pending, he’s getting by. Or at least he was until he finds himself snowed in at a remote Scottish hotel with the wedding party from hell, a terrible ABBA tribute band, and his soon-to-be ex-husband.
Lachlan has missed Joe from the second his husband walked away. He wants Joe back and is prepared to do anything to get him. Being snowed in together seems to offer the chance Lachlan needs, but does he have what it takes to get Joe to trust in love and their marriage again?
From bestselling author Lily Morton, comes a romantic comedy about love, matrimony, and the best of second chances.
This is the first book in the Confetti Hitched series.
Lily is a bestselling gay romance author. She writes love stories filled with heat and humour.
She lives in sunny England with her husband and two children, all of whom claim that they haven't had a proper conversation with her since she got her Kindle.
Lily has spent her life with her head full of daydreams, and decided one day to just sit down and start writing about them. In the process she discovered that she actually loved writing, because how else would she get to spend her time with hot and funny men?
She loves chocolate and Baileys and the best of all creations - Chocolate Baileys.
Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Horribly Harry By Lisa Henry & Sarah Honey
Bad Boyfriends, Inc, Book 2
Bad Boyfriends, Inc—when you can’t find a good boyfriend, why not hire a bad one instead?
To supplement his income while he’s completing his Early Education degree, Harry Townsend hires himself out as a terrible date—for a set fee, he’ll horrify parents and family members in all sorts of interesting ways. But when it comes to actual relationships—and sex—Harry doesn’t get the appeal. He doesn’t get the same tingly feelings everyone else seems to when they meet someone attractive. And he’s fine with that.
Jack Windsor abandoned his university degree to do an apprenticeship as a mechanic. He’s happy with his choices, but leaving uni meant losing his accommodation, and now he’s crashing on his sister Mia’s couch. It isn’t ideal, but it’s only until he finds something else—which is proving difficult in Sydney’s brutal rental market.
When Jack recognises Harry from his sister’s terrible date, he almost kills him with a strawberry smoothie. In the aftermath he discovers that not only was Harry’s bad date with Mia a setup, but that Harry is looking for a roommate. Moving in with Harry is great, if only he wasn’t so distractingly cute—and totally uninterested in Jack. Except as they grow closer, for the first time ever Harry starts to develop feelings—tingly ones. But how can Harry and Jack be together when Jack’s family thinks that Harry is the worst human being in the universe?
Horribly Harry has previously been published. This new edition contains no major content changes.
Jack joined him in the kitchen. “So, house rules,” Harry said, handing the key over. Jack nodded seriously. “Um…don’t steal shit, don’t be a total dickhead, and pay the rent,” Harry said. He shrugged. “That’s it, really.” “Is there a housework roster?” Harry looked at the grimy floor. “Does it look like there’s a housework roster?” Jack raised his eyebrows. “It looks like there should be.” “Yeah, well, good luck getting the broom off the roof,” Harry said. “Why is the broom on the roof?” “Because we can't get it down, obviously.” “But…why is it there?” Jack looked like someone who was seriously questioning his life choices right now. “House party,” Harry said.
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Lisa likes to tell stories, mostly with hot guys and happily ever afters.
Lisa lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn't know why, because she hates the heat, but she 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.
Lisa has been published since 2012, and was a LAMBDA finalist for her quirky, awkward coming-of-age romance Adulting 101, and a Rainbow Awards finalist for 2019’s Anhaga.
To connect with Lisa on social media, you can find her here:
Sarah started life in New Zealand. She came to Australia for a working holiday, loved it, and never left. She lives in Western Australia with her partner, two cats, two dogs and a life-size replica TARDIS.
She spends half her time at a day job and the rest of her time reading and writing about clueless men falling in love, with a dash of humour and spice thrown in along the way.
Her proudest achievements include having adult kids who will still be seen with her in public, the ability to make a decent sourdough loaf, and knowing all the words to Bohemian Rhapsody.
Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Hotshot By Lane Hayes
The Elmwood Stories, Book 5
The rookie superstar, the desperate cowboy, and a naughty proposition…
Denny
The press calls me this year’s hotshot, the rookie who scores at will and conjures plays out of thin air. Truth is…I’m a PR nightmare. Seriously. Ask my agent.
My anxiety is off the charts. I can’t talk to the media without breaking into a cold sweat, but once I get through the season, I can regroup at home. Life is simpler in Vermont.
Well, not anymore. There’s a new cowboy in town. Literally, a cowboy. At least, Hank looks like one—he owns a horse, wears a hat, and did I mention he’s hot?
And get this…he has a proposition for me.
Hank
Proposition is a strong word. I prefer to call this a mutually beneficial arrangement. See, I could use Denny’s help with a family business venture, and though I was planning to offer cash, the jock has a sexier idea.
Not gonna lie, I’m interested.
This could be a fun distraction while I’m stuck in Elmwood. Nice enough place, however, the locals are wary of an outsider taking over the neighboring mill. Long story short…they don’t trust me. But they love their hometown hockey hero.
I get it.
I’ve never met anyone like Denny—skittish in street clothes and a feral beast with cunning instincts on the ice. He’s fascinating, sexy, smart, and—
Whoa! I’m not falling for the hotshot rookie. No way, no how, no chance…
Too late.
Hotshot is an MM bisexual, age-gap, small town romance featuring a hotshot rookie, a sexy cowboy, and a proposition that changes everything.
“Ouch. I can’t remember the last time anyone was happy to see me,” he groused without heat. “Except Steve the contractor. He likes me okay, but he’s being paid well. Our employees do well too, but sadly, they don’t like me at all.”
“I can’t help you with that. Sorry.”
Hank sipped his beer and shrugged. “Yes, you can. I’m extorting you, remember?”
“Oh…yeah.” I chuckled.
And fuck, I didn’t want to be amused. I didn’t want to like Hank at all, but it was hard not to appreciate his self-deprecating honesty. He emanated “nice guy” vibes with the right amount of edge. No wonder drunk me had gotten flirty with him. Fortunately, sober me knew he was more than I could handle.
Which was fine since Hank wasn’t interested anyway. He wanted my alleged star power, not me.
So why was I grinning like an idiot?
Fuck, I had a bad feeling my eyes were twinkling too. I had to rein that shit in, stat.
“So…let’s make a deal,” he said, thankfully unaware of my inner detour. “I need an Elmwood buddy. My dad gave me the all-clear to make my offer sexy, so…what’ll it be?”
I bugged my eyes out. “Sexy?”
“Yeah, something interesting. If it’s money, name your price. Tell me what you want in exchange for your time.”
You.
The word tripped to the tip of my tongue. I bit it back and swallowed it, clearing my throat to be sure it was gone.
“I just…want to make sure that whatever I blabbed while I was wasted off my ass stays between us.”
“Yeah, but I’ll do that for free. You can trust me.”
“I don’t know you,” I retorted.
“True,” he conceded, sipping his beer. “But you don’t really have a choice. I can’t prove that I won’t sell you out. It’s a trust thing. Let’s talk about the sexy angle, ’cause I need an Elmwood buddy like yesterday.”
“I can’t believe I’m asking this, but…what does an Elmwood buddy do?”
“He shows the new guy the ropes.” Hank leaned in. “Introduce me, give me tips on who’s who and what to avoid. I suck in Elmwood and I need a champion, a liaison…a friend. That can be you.”
I huffed in amusement, feeling strangely at ease. He was charming as fuck and I was not immune. “How can you suck in Elmwood? Everyone is cool there.”
He slumped on his stool. “I don’t know, but I’m even worse in Wood Hollow. I don’t get it. People in Denver like me just fine. Even you like me.”
“No, I like your hat.” I reached for his water and winked.
I fucking winked.
Me.
That was me flirting. Ugh. Bad, Denny. Bad.
I felt surprisingly relaxed with him. Like I had last weekend when I’d spilled my guts and…other things. The point was, I could talk to him without feeling immediately depleted, and that alone was a minor miracle.
Hank kicked my shin playfully. “Nah, you like me. You did last weekend, anyway.”
“I was drunk, and I’m still mortified. Go easy on me.” I took a swig of water as if I were knocking back whisky.
“I’ll try, but…you shook your dick at me, then fell buck-ass naked in my bed, so c’mon.”
My eyes had to be saucer-sized. “I shook my dick at you?”
Lane Hayes lives in sunny Southern California with her amazing husband, who thankfully doesn’t mind cooking, and their fabulous fox red Labrador, George, who’s pure mischief. Both provide oodles of inspiration for the low-angst, humorous books Lane loves to write.
She’s been telling stories about sexy, funny, sometimes geeky and quirky men who find love for a dozen years now and loving every minute. In her previous life, she sat at a desk and dealt with numbers, so yes…romance is much more satisfying!
Lane loves tea, travel, and chocolate…in any order. Add a book and she’s set!
Detour Five years after the death of his spouse, Austin MacIsaac is ready to find love again—and he's got the perfect guy in his sexy cowboy of a best friend, Cal Anderson. If only he can convince Cal to detour out of the friend zone.
Road work ahead Cal has been in love with Austin for longer than he can remember. The man has been his rock through the ups and downs of messy family drama. But shaking up their friendship for something more could lead them down a bumpy and unsafe road.
Merge Amid a backdrop of the Wyoming mountains and under a summer sky, can Austin and Cal merge their lives into one and let the road to romance lead to happily ever after?
My Two Pennies' Worth
I loved book 1 in this series and have been waiting (not so) patiently for Cal and Austin's story. And I wasn't disappointed.
This is a gorgeous friends to lovers story about moving on from grief, grasping life by the horns and taking chances. There's no massive conflict or heavy angst, just two best friends who have been in love forever without ever realising, wondering if taking things to the next level will destroy their friendship.
And it's great to see Las and Marco again.
* cowboy/rancher
* photographer
* best friends to lovers
* grief
* found family
* Cal's mother is a bitch
* toxic family relationship
Excerpt
Austin’s heart did a sideways flip when Cal stopped next to him, his broad shoulders as intimidating as the Rockies to anyone who didn’t know him.
“Welcome back,” Cal said in a slow drawl that dragged along Austin’s senses. “How was Montana?”
“Beats me,” Austin said with a grin, keeping his eyes on the image on his camera’s display. “But Kootenai National Forest was gorgeous. You should see some of the shots I got. The night sky there is spectacular.”
“Doesn’t it look the same as everywhere else?”
Austin gave him the stink eye. “Don’t sass me, Calvin.”
Cal didn’t smile—his smiles were as rare as a sighting of Halley’s Comet—but his lips twitched.
“And no, it doesn’t look the same everywhere.”
“If you say so.” Cal looked off to the right. “What’s with the second camera?”
Austin jerked his gaze to where he’d set up an additional tripod several feet away. “That one’s recording so I can make a time-lapse video.”
Cal grunted.
His presence was nonintrusive as the sun sank and the stars began to emerge, yet Austin was always aware of him. He was as aware of Cal as he was of the location of the moon or the image in his camera’s viewfinder.
A few minutes later, shadows bathing the landscape, Austin began packing up his equipment under a sky quickly turning to dusk. The mountains had turned nearly invisible—when it got dark out here, it got dark—and Cal was almost a silhouette against the sky. Something about him standing silently with his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans, gazing out into the distance, screamed of both contentment and loneliness, making Austin’s heart clench.
The first memory Austin had of Cal at Windsor Ranch was of him falling into a puddle near the corral on a rainy summer day when they’d been seven or eight. Now, as the foreman of that same ranch, Cal was basically running the place. The juxtaposition between kid-Cal, covered in rain and mud as he’d blinked up at Austin with big gray eyes as though wondering how he’d fallen into the puddle, and adult-Cal, tall, strong, coolly confident, and carrying the weight of the entire ranch on his shoulders, was sometimes jarring in that strange twist-of-fate kind of way.
Austin brought the camera up to his eyes, adjusted the settings, and snapped a photo, framing Cal in the right third of the shot while he gazed off to the left, making the viewer wonder what he was looking at. Austin would call it Cowboy Against the Night. He might even put it up for sale in his gallery instead of keeping it for himself.
Maybe.
Cal must’ve heard the shutter, because he turned with a raised eyebrow.
“Smile,” Austin said, aiming his camera at him again.
Cal did the exact opposite, making Austin laugh as he took the picture anyway.
About the Author
Amy’s lived with her head in the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she’s been writing ever since. She writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the planet at Canada’s largest environmental non-profit.
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Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Something Borrowed By Lily Morton
Confetti Hitched, Book 2
Stan has never let his blindness hold him back, but he’s beginning to realise his love life is keeping him from moving forward.
He can’t remember a time when he wasn’t in love with his best friend. Rafferty is everything to him—his partner in crime, his confidante, and the person who understands him best. But Rafferty is incapable of reciprocating Stan’s feelings.
As a successful wedding planner, Rafferty is passionately committed to helping newlyweds begin their happily-ever-afters, but after a rootless childhood he’s equally determined not to seek his own. How can he trust in love and marriage when so many of his brides and grooms are repeat customers?
Stan is the glue that keeps the pieces of Rafferty’s life together, and as such Rafferty has always kept Stan safely in the friend box where he can’t lose him. However, lately that conviction has wavered and now Rafferty is bursting with complicated feelings for his best friend. The timing couldn’t be worse because Rafferty has realised he’s in love with Stan just as Stan is moving on.
From bestselling author Lily Morton comes a friends-to-lovers story about realising you have the perfect man when you’re on the brink of losing him.
This is the second book in the bestselling Confetti Hitched series, but it can be read as a standalone.
I moan despairingly when I see the time. “It’s ten o’clock. Oh god.”
“Is there a problem?”
Instead of answering, I tap a familiar number on my phone’s screen. “Come on, come on,” I mutter, pacing as I listen to it ring. “Climb off Lachlan’s dick and answer the phone.”
“Who are you talking to, sweetheart?”
The call connects. “What?” Joe says cautiously into my ear. I can’t begrudge him his air of worry.
“I need a favour.”
He groans. “Last time you said that we got fined for causing a public disturbance.”
“No, this time it’s really bad,” I whisper. “I need you, Joe.”
“Joe?” the man asks from behind me. “Who the fuck is Joe?”
“Who’s that?” Joe asks.
“No one,” I say over the insistent voice of the man who is now frowning at me—the man who appears to think we’re married.
“It doesn’t sound like no one,” Joe says, his voice rich with amusement as my bedmate paces the room and shouts about people who cheat.
“Well, it is,” I say in a quelling voice. “Joe, I’ve got the Hollis wedding today.”
“Yeah, I know. You’ll be fine.”
“That might be true if I’d gone to bed at an early hour in my own bed. Sober,” I add with emphasis.
“Oh god,” Joe says.
I walk back into the bedroom. “I know,” I whisper. “I woke up naked, and apparently, I’m now in some sort of a relationship I have no memory of agreeing to. I leave that sort of behaviour to you, mate.” Joe laughs. “This is serious,” I hiss. I look at my watch and groan. “The bride will arrive at the church in an hour.”
I look over at my bedmate, who’s joined me in the bedroom and is still frowning. I ask him, “I don’t suppose you have a spare morning suit hanging around?”
“I don’t know any dead people,” he snaps.
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Confetti Hearts
Confetti Hitched, Book 1
Joe Bagshaw doesn’t believe in love or marriage anymore, which is rather a hindrance for a wedding planner.
His own marriage was a whirlwind affair that ended before the ink could dry on the wedding certificate. Nevertheless, even with his divorce pending, he’s getting by. Or at least he was until he finds himself snowed in at a remote Scottish hotel with the wedding party from hell, a terrible ABBA tribute band, and his soon-to-be ex-husband.
Lachlan has missed Joe from the second his husband walked away. He wants Joe back and is prepared to do anything to get him. Being snowed in together seems to offer the chance Lachlan needs, but does he have what it takes to get Joe to trust in love and their marriage again?
From bestselling author Lily Morton, comes a romantic comedy about love, matrimony, and the best of second chances.
This is the first book in the Confetti Hitched series.
Lily is a bestselling gay romance author. She writes love stories filled with heat and humour.
She lives in sunny England with her husband and two children, all of whom claim that they haven't had a proper conversation with her since she got her Kindle.
Lily has spent her life with her head full of daydreams, and decided one day to just sit down and start writing about them. In the process she discovered that she actually loved writing, because how else would she get to spend her time with hot and funny men?
She loves chocolate and Baileys and the best of all creations - Chocolate Baileys.
A psychic moose shifter. A handsome guy who is psychically silent.
The chance for a fresh start, and a threat from the past that might get in the way.
Blurb
Brandon Davis is a psychic and a moose shifter. He makes his living as a wilderness guide in Fox Hollow, NY—a town that is a haven for misfit shifters and psychics. Brandon has a profitable business, a found family of close friends, and a cozy cabin in the woods. Life is good, but he wishes he could find a special someone to share it with. Then he picks up the unmistakable scent of his fated mate--a handsome man who isn't a shifter of any kind and whose thoughts he can't read. The chemistry is undeniable, but can he fall for a silent partner?
Riley Henderson escaped a bad relationship with an ex-boyfriend he suspects is a psi-vamp. He left town and got a scholarship to the Fox Institute to explore his rare ability—his thoughts are mostly closed to being read by psychics. Getting away from his ex was worth being studied for his unusual silence as a “nil” or an “immune.” Especially since the situation comes with a stipend, an apartment, and a regular gig as a musician at one of the local hotels. Riley intends to go boy-sober until he meets a tall, dark-haired stranger with whom he has a sudden, intense connection. When he realizes Brandon is both a psychic and a shifter, Riley needs to figure out how they can overcome those differences to be together. And in the back of his mind, Riley worries—what if his ex shows up to ruin everything?
Silent Partner is a MM shifter romance filled with found family, a snarky moose, a soulful musician, sexy shifters, small town winter fun, fated mates, helpful psychics, lots of snow and a very happy ending.
My Two Pennies Worth
I enjoy being in Fox Hollow. It's a small town vibe with shifters and psychics.
This is insta love, as is often the case with fated mates. However, as Riley isn't a shifter I was surprised that he also had an immediate connection to Brandon, especially as he was coming off the back of a bad relationship and claimed to be gun shy.
The relationship moved fast and I think I'd have liked more focus on what Riley was doing at the Institute.
Some slight internal conflict but the major conflict was external and it was very obvious from the beginning what it would be.
Excerpt
Mixed shifter pairings were common in Fox Hollow, although less so in other places. His friends’ marriages proved that. Big vegetarian shifters like deer and elk were rare. He hadn’t met another moose shifter since relocating. Brandon believed he could make things work with a carnivore and perhaps even with one of the other omnivore or vegetarian shifters that weren’t as large as he was. Brandon was happy for his friends who had found love. And although he was busy with guide tours and being an EMT, he still wished he could find someone special of his own.
Now that he felt suitable to be in public, Brandon drove back to the grocery store. For its size, the shop provided a remarkable variety of products, including some specialties crafted by his neighbors. That saved everyone from trekking to Lake George to go to one of the big-box stores. Online delivery only worked in the summer months.
He parked and headed inside. The familiar mix of smells from the bakery and deli, as well as all the luscious produce, made Brandon sigh happily. He waved to Brenda at the register, grabbed a cart, and started to make the familiar trek around the store.
Brandon loaded up on salad, especially cabbage, broccoli, and cauliflower. He skipped the carrots since they gave him indigestion. That was true for some fruit as well, although he loved frozen berries and added them to the cart. His human side craved coffee, oatmeal, and eggs, so Brandon made sure to replenish. He couldn’t resist some chips and cookies and reminded himself to grab a bale of hay from the garden supplies on the store terrace.
Halfway through the store, Brandon stopped dead in his tracks and sniffed the air. A scent he had never picked up before enveloped him, making him light-headed. Anise and maple. How strange. Maybe they’re baking something?
Mate.
Brandon startled, not expecting to hear from his inner moose in such a human-centric place. What?
That’s what our mate smells like. Find him!
Brandon seriously doubted he’d spot a moose in the frozen food aisle or even a moose shifter. Still, the scent captivated him and stirred a hunger deep in his groin that had nothing to do with food.
He steered into the next aisle, forcing himself to keep a normal walking pace. I can’t just run past people and sniff them. That would be weird—even for Fox Hollow.
Shopping forgotten, Brandon searched for the elusive, overwhelming scent. He turned down the baking aisle, and the aroma called to him, far stronger. Only two people were nearby—Mrs. Prendicott—an elderly psychic—and a handsome stranger.
The stranger looked vaguely puzzled like he couldn’t find what he wanted on the tightly-packed shelves. The store overstocked during the bad weather months, especially if there was news of a storm in the offing. That sometimes made it difficult to locate items.
About the Author
Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic and urban fantasy, with less romance, more explosions.
All of the modern-day Morgan Brice and Gail Z. Martin series crossover, so characters from one series appear in cameos and on page in important secondary roles in books from other series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but the more you read the more the expanded universe of friendships and connections becomes clear.
Morgan and Gail believe that paranormal elements make any story even better, and her worlds are full of ghosts, psychics, shifters, creatures, vampires, monster hunters, and magic.
She's also a huge fan of the TV show Supernatural. (Chibi art by Kamidiox)
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