tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54135486772830687242024-03-18T03:00:46.684+00:00Lillian Francis - AuthorAuthor of gay romance. Happy Endings guaranteed. Eventually.Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.comBlogger1425125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-76358176510671345972024-03-07T23:00:00.006+00:002024-03-07T23:00:00.135+00:00Audio Tour - French Fancy by Lily Morton<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="FF Banner" class="size-full wp-image-15556 aligncenter" height="237" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2024/02/ff-banner.jpg" width="640" /></span></p>
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Audio Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br /><span class="a-size-extra-large" id="productTitle">French Fancy<br /></span>By Lily Morton</span></h1>
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<h3 class="a-spacing-none a-text-normal" id="title" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="a-size-extra-large" id="productTitle">The Model Agency</span>, Book 2</span></h3>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pip Simmonds is the twinkiest twink in London. He’s loud, proud, and packed to the brim with sass. But when he’s laid low by illness, even his hotpants lose their sparkle and his worried boss sends him to the South of France to recuperate in his holiday home.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat is beautiful, and the periwinkle-blue villa is luxurious, but the real draw for Pip is the villa’s other resident—his boss’s younger brother, Olivier Durand.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Olivier owns a perfume empire and has spent his whole life running from any other form of commitment. He’s worldly, carefree, wild, and the perfect choice for a holiday fling.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Drawn together by proximity, the two men become lovers and friends and then something more. Something special. But will their special bond hold true after summer’s end, when they both must return to their real lives?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is the second book in the bestselling Model Agency series, but it can be read as a standalone.</span></p>
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://getbook.at/FrenchFancy">Audio US Link</a></span></h2>
<h4 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://geni.us/FrenchFancyUK">Audio UK Link</a></span></h4>
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<h4 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://getbook.at/FrenchFancy">Universal Link</a></span></h4>
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<h2><span style="font-size: large;"></span></h2><blockquote><h2><span style="font-size: large;">Excerpt:</span></h2>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">A brilliant idea occurs to me. “And you’d better go now because the owner is here. He’s inside.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I still can’t see his face, but somehow, I know he’s amused. My impression is confirmed when he says, “<em>Really</em>?” with a great deal of lively scepticism.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh yes.” I shift from one foot to the other rather awkwardly. I’m used to being naked in front of men, but more pleasurable things are usually on the agenda. “He’s my lover, and he’s gone to make drinks. Then he’ll be out here, and there’ll be hell to play.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh, dear. That does sound worrying. Is he dangerous?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">His beautiful French accent lingers on the last word, and I’m lost for a second. Then I rally.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh, very,” I say airily. “He’ll kill anyone who looks twice at me.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“He must be a very busy man.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">The compliment disarms me. “Oh well, of course,” I say, regaining my composure. “Thank you. You’re quite right, stranger who is not an axe man.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I am definitely not that. I don’t think I could fit an axe in my shorts’ pockets, no?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“You’d be surprised. I’ve met a few men who’ve got enough room down there to stock the contents of B and Q,” I say unthinkingly.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He throws his head back, laughing. It’s a very attractive sound.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“You should go,” I say wistfully. This is the most exciting thing that’s happened to me since my ex shagged me in a glass lift.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Ah, because your lover will emerge soon, yes?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I nod.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“And your lover is?” he asks.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh.” My thoughts immediately spin towards the enigmatic brother of my boss. “He’s Olivier Durand.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Really?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I raise my eyebrow. “He’s insanely possessive of me.” I wave a hand down my body. “And who can blame him?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Indeed.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I narrow my eyes. “I can’t help feeling you don’t believe me, stranger danger.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He steps forward, and a torch sheds light on his face. I stiffen. It’s a face I last saw in a photo in the kitchen—the picture that showed him smiling with my boss’s arm over his shoulders.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Shit,” I say morosely.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Olivier Durand chuckles, his eyes dancing. “I <em>do</em> believe you. You are incredibly convincing, but now I am in a quandary.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Sounds painful.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“<em>So</em> painful, because I’m afraid I will now have to visit a doctor.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Why?” I ask faintly.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“For my memory loss, of course. Here was I thinking myself a hale, fairly hearty, and very single young man, when <em>pouf</em>, I am the victim of amnesia and cannot remember the name of my beautiful young lover. And after that, I shall have to get my shotgun ready to begin shooting your many suitors in a fit of insane rage.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh dear.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He starts to laugh again. “It is Pip, yes?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I put my hands on my hips. “Who else?”</span></p></div></blockquote><div class="tb-field"><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enter the Giveaway:</span></h2>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To celebrate the AUDIO release of <em>French Fancy</em>, we are giving you a chance to win your choice of any book from Lily’s backlist! Three winners will be chosen!</span></p>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Check out Book 1 of <span class="a-size-extra-large" id="productTitle">The Model Agency</span> with The Sunny Side</span></h1>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jonas Durand is successful, rich, and controlled. He owns a prestigious modelling agency and has the world at his fingertips, but a turbulent childhood has taught him to be focused and never deviate from a plan.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dean Jacobs threatens that stance. He’s one of the world’s most sought-after supermodels, but he’s also laidback and lighthearted and free in a way that Jonas has never quite managed.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dean has always been interested in Jonas and has never made any secret of his admiration, but from the beginning, Jonas put him in a neat little box labelled, “Don’t touch,” turned the key, and never looked back.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">However, the universe seems determined to thwart Jonas’s plans. Over the course of one hot summer, the two men come together, and Jonas’s well-ordered life becomes something a whole lot wilder.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Moving from the glamorous worlds of London and Paris Fashion Weeks to the sleepy South of France, Jonas finds himself liberating partridges, chasing his supermodel, and falling in love.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>From bestselling author, Lily Morton, comes a romantic comedy set in the fast-paced and snarky world of modelling. This is the first book in the Model Agency series.</em></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lily is a bestselling gay romance author. She writes love stories filled with heat and humour.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">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?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She loves chocolate and Baileys and the best of all creations - Chocolate Baileys.</span></p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-71214233666075579602024-03-06T09:54:00.003+00:002024-03-06T09:54:00.140+00:00Release Blitz - The Play, Charleston Condors #4 by Beth Bolden <p> Title: The Play, Charleston Condors #4
</p><p>Author: Beth Bolden
</p><p>Release Date: March 6, 2024
</p><p>Length: 105,000 words
</p><p>MM Contemporary Sports Romance
</p><p>Tropes: forbidden romance, nerd/jock, opposites attract, pining, slow burn
</p><p>On Amazon/Kindle Unlimited: <a href="https://readerlinks.com/l/3967690">https://readerlinks.com/l/3967690
</a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhip7sG8rbrKNjZ1QXScxixLi31qSteZm999Zr89p3mE2jerGP8X5mrLO-FTT3XZtcR9CSs-wcqgsBOBirr45VkGt_HWiaXplgp8WPTNvykp_ZTdNZMtNcvOW8hHMV4ru94uTJSqINKAMQFp5WookbsfAlLooQ5QkDUN5_A7Qc_ibU1n-sG27AK5B_P/s1080/rules%202%20insta.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhip7sG8rbrKNjZ1QXScxixLi31qSteZm999Zr89p3mE2jerGP8X5mrLO-FTT3XZtcR9CSs-wcqgsBOBirr45VkGt_HWiaXplgp8WPTNvykp_ZTdNZMtNcvOW8hHMV4ru94uTJSqINKAMQFp5WookbsfAlLooQ5QkDUN5_A7Qc_ibU1n-sG27AK5B_P/s320/rules%202%20insta.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><b>Blurb</b>:
</p><p>Last year, defensive end Deacon Harris witnessed the very worst of the Charleston Condors. After everything he and the team went through, he promised himself he’d walk away from football. But before he can retire, the team is sold to the last person he ever expected to see again.
</p><p>Deacon stays because the Condors are going into major rebuilding mode. New owner. New coach. New players. New rules.
</p><p>But one rule hasn’t changed: don’t fall in love with the owner of your football team.
</p><p>Grant might be brilliant and a billionaire, but Deacon only remembers Grant as his tutor in college—and as the one who got away.
</p><p>In all his dreams about reconnecting, he never imagined that Grant would end up as his boss. Both his downfall, and also his salvation.
</p><p>Or that they’d be forced into confronting the Condors’ most difficult challenge yet—but that they’d face it together, hand in hand, tackling their critics and proving once and for all that love doesn’t take sides.
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</p>Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-9275724393276040722024-02-29T22:45:00.002+00:002024-02-29T22:45:00.142+00:00Release Blitz - Falling For Raine by Lane Hayes<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="Falling For Raine RB Banner" class="size-full wp-image-15472 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2024/02/falling-for-raine-rb-banner.png" width="640" /></span></p>
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br />Falling For Raine<br />By Lane Hayes</span></h1>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>The gentleman, the hot mess, and a little British adventure…</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Raine</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Moving to London is scary and daunting, but I desperately need this job–and a redo. Okay, so I may have oversold my qualifications. That shouldn’t be a big deal, though. I mean, being an assistant’s assistant seems easy enough, and I’m a fast learner.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hold up!</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m already in over my head with spreadsheets, new pronunciations, and temperamental appliances. And just as I’m mentally preparing to face going home early, the big boss offers me an opportunity I can’t refuse. And I definitely should because Graham Horsham is an infuriating, complicated grumpy bear with a razor-sharp tongue, a wickedly dry sense of humor, and…I like him far too much.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Graham</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’ve been bamboozled. I’m not quite sure how I ended up with an assistant who spills coffee daily, wears wrinkled shirts, and chatters nonstop. He can’t stay, but I don’t want him to go and that’s madness. The Horsham Group is closing one of our biggest deals ever and I won’t jeopardize it. This one is personal.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yet so is Raine. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">He’s a breath of fresh air—silly, impetuous, lighthearted, good-natured, and…quite lovely. I like him more than I want to admit. For some reason, I can let my guard down with him. It’s unnerving and probably unprofessional.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But not to worry…I will not, under any circumstances, fall for Raine.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Falling for Raine is an MM, age-gap romance featuring a British gentleman, a desperate but adorable American, and a UK adventure!</em></span></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://getbook.at/FallingForRaine"><strong>Universal Link</strong></a></span></h2>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">What in the hell was going on? It was as though I’d entered an alternative universe. Everything looked the same, but it was different.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Of course it was Raine.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I studied him shaking hands with everyone in the shop as I shrugged on my jacket. He was…hypnotic, addicting—a cross between an inappropriate dinner party guest and a fistful of forbidden sweets when you were on a diet. He didn’t fit in this world I’d carefully constructed, yet I kept inviting him in and forgetting whatever reason I’d concocted for this to make sense.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Like now.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Perhaps you’d like to try something on.” I stuffed my hands into my pockets so I wouldn’t be tempted to touch him.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He widened his eyes and sidled close, whispering under his breath, “Are you nuts? One shirt here costs half my rent. Unless…oh, no. Oh, no, no, no!”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“What?” I demanded, pulling him with me outside.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Are you going daddy on me?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Excuse me?” I furrowed my brow, stopping under the eaves where rain sluiced off the roof and fell like a curtain around us on two sides.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Slow your roll, G, I’m not looking for a meal ticket, and I’m not taking hand-outs. I can be talked into bedroom daddy kink, but if you want me to call you Daddy—”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you daft man. I do not want you to call me Daddy,” I growled just as a well-dressed man stepped onto the mat next to me, pausing for a moment to close his umbrella and dart a quick look between us.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Raine pursed his lips, then burst into laughter when the man entered the shop. “Ha! You should see your face. I was kidding.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“You’re ridiculous,” I huffed, my lips twitching.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I’ll be good, Daddy. Don’t spank me.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Don’t test me.” I pretended not to notice him fanning himself with a slack-jawed expression as I gestured toward the pub on the next block. “If we stay under the eaves, we’ll stay dry, but we’ll have to hurry.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“No need. I bet they sell umbrellas in there.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I squinted at the tourist shop at the corner on the opposite side of the street, its windows papered with Union Jack memorabilia. “That’s crap, Ray-n.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“So what? It’s fun crap. My treat.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He sprinted into the deluge, dashing into the tourist shop while I stared after him. What was he doing? Now he’d be wet and stuck with a tatty tourist umbrella that would undoubtedly flip inside out at the first gust of wind.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">A crack of thunder spurred me into action. I borrowed a sturdy umbrella from Ives and Harris with the promise to return it as soon as possible, then walked down the street to find Raine.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I shouldn’t have been surprised that he’d managed to make a friend in under five minutes. He stood in front of a wall stuffed with tartan throws, holding two compact umbrellas and chatting up a salesman. It took a bit of persuading to convince him he didn’t need the blanket—however, I couldn’t talk him out of purchasing two Union Jack umbrellas. I warned him that they were poorly made, but he didn’t care.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">We squabbled all the way to the pub, argued over what to order, who was paying, and where to sit before finally settling into a table for two at the window. I frowned when he beamed a sunshine smile my way.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Stop being so happy,” I teased, cradling my glass. “It’s miserable out there.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“But it’s warm and yummy in here,” he countered, sliding his calf along mine under the table. “And you’re cute when you’re cranky.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I am neither cute nor cranky. I’m—okay, never mind, I <em>am</em> cranky. If we’d come straight here, we could have avoided the queue and had that corner booth.” I pointed at the booth currently inhabited by a gaggle of noisy businessmen. “Do you ever listen to reason?”</span></p><span style="font-size: large;">
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-10547866206125043232024-02-29T19:37:00.004+00:002024-02-29T19:37:00.253+00:00Audiobook Tour - Peacemaker by Morgan Brice<p> </p><!--wp:paragraph {"align":"center"}-->
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<p>Supernatural Secret Service agents Owen Sharps and Calvin Springfield meet on the train to their new assignment in St. Louis, and sparks fly between them. But it's 1897, and they need to be very careful—falling in love can be dangerous for men like them.<br /><br />It's their first case together, investigating mysterious disappearances—including the two agents who preceded them. Grim evidence leads them to look for a darker purpose. Old ghosts haunt the railroad line, zombie rise, signs point to ritual sacrifice, and they suspect someone is trying to open the gates of hell.<br /><br />Can Calvin and Owen stop the mayhem, thwart the vampires, and find true love, or will everything go up in smoke?<br /><br />Peacemaker is a high-stakes steampunk MM romance thrill ride filled with found family, paranormal Pinkertons, intrepid reporters, mysterious disappearances, nefarious land brokers, hellhounds, zombies, vengeful spirits, dark spells, absinthe magic, a ruthless vampire railroad baron and a love that won't be denied.<br /><br />Before Colt and Winchester, there was Sharps & Springfield!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Series include Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more in these series, plus new series coming soon!</em></p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-67480730867060288832024-02-22T10:03:00.002+00:002024-02-23T12:49:50.609+00:00Release Blitz - The Science of Attraction: A Mackenzie Country Story by Jay Hogan<p> 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝐼𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑊𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.
</p><p>Amazon or KU: <a href="https://geni.us/LFbI">https://geni.us/LFbI
</a></p><p>Title: The Science of Attraction: A Mackenzie Country Story
</p><p>Author: Jay Hogan
</p><p>Genre: MM Romance
</p><p>Release Date: February 22, 2024
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglv9sj6C2ibDMqNfYd4NMnhW6CfkOww1s-PKsgDzqScPrmDne9dbqkSGe1TWi4xdVr_d0JsU9cCih6IZ_YydzzsJ3F2zybVZYDhojvqIHGotzKl3E036fl9_Pj3i89lTOJ1-m-WCIrMIaavJBAbAwcIOMluUBseNE6fyhMyi3vDo-4pXI6vIk84r0s/s1080/TSOA%20Tropes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglv9sj6C2ibDMqNfYd4NMnhW6CfkOww1s-PKsgDzqScPrmDne9dbqkSGe1TWi4xdVr_d0JsU9cCih6IZ_YydzzsJ3F2zybVZYDhojvqIHGotzKl3E036fl9_Pj3i89lTOJ1-m-WCIrMIaavJBAbAwcIOMluUBseNE6fyhMyi3vDo-4pXI6vIk84r0s/s320/TSOA%20Tropes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><b>Blurb</b></p><p>I am Mackenzie Country born and bred. Farming the high country runs in my blood, like my
</p><p>father, and his father, and my great grandfather before him. My future has been mapped out for
</p><p>me since the day I was born. Or at least it was, until Liam Skelton walks onto Lane Station,
</p><p>lights a fire in my heart, and turns my whole world upside down.
</p><p>Bossy, tatted, and out and proud, Liam is everything my father abhors.
</p><p>And I want him.
</p><p>Badly.
</p><p>But having a chance with Liam means risking everything. My family. My future. And my life in
</p><p>these mountains that I love. Still, the heart wants what it wants, and mine wants Liam.
</p><p>With so many things against us, maybe we don't have a chance.
</p><p>Maybe we'll crash and burn.
</p><p>Or maybe we’ll find a way to have it all.
</p><p>𝐌𝐌 - 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 - 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 - 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 - 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚 - 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 - 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 - 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 - 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞</p><p>Follow along with all of Jay’s releases, exclusive content, sales, and fun in her reader group here:
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</a></p><p><br /></p>Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-12020453871949742122024-02-15T12:08:00.007+00:002024-02-21T12:37:36.452+00:00Release Blitz and review - Crushed Ice by Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James<p> </p><!--wp:paragraph {"align":"center"}-->
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Author: Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Release Date: February 6, 2023</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Genre: Contemporary MM Sports Romance</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Tropes: Friends to lovers, teammates to lovers, rookie/veteran, age gap, workaholic/slacker</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Themes: Coming of age, learning to accept and ask for help, self-acceptance, independence, pressure on professional athletes, injury, romantic comedy</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Heat Rating: 5 flames</p>
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<p>When Liam Belanger gets a professional tryout with the Miami Caimans, he’s hoping to land a roster spot that’ll keep him from bussing tables. If he can make the team and score a tryout in bed with Russ Lyons, the veteran defenseman who’s appointed himself Liam’s mentor, that would be the icing on the sweet hockey cake.</p>
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<p>Living life by a strict set of rules has worked out well for Russ. He has a great career, great friends, and a great family, even if they do keep setting him up with hometown honey traps. But he can’t stop time, and now, despite all his planning, he’s looking at his last year with the Caimans before the uncertainty of free agency. Maybe that’s why he finds sunny, free-spirited Liam so attractive. </p>
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<p>Liam starts the season in the minors, but it’s not long before he gets a shot at the Big Show. His year is shaping up to be a dream come true—even before Russ picks up on Liam’s passes and proves defensemen can score too. </p><p><br /></p>
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Great hockey romance. It's an age gap romance (I thought it was 10 years 22/32 but I think 12 years was mentioned somewhere) done well, Russ brings solidity and order to Liam's mess while Liam helps Russ relax and come out of himself. Liam is out, and Russ' sexuality is an open secret with the team and his family. <div><br /></div><div>There's very little angst, mostly family drama, with a side order of a time limit on the relationship. </div><div><br /></div><div>The team are great, a found family of sorts, and for those who have read the other books a previous couple are quite heavily involved. </div><div><br /></div><div>Highly Recommended.</div><div><br />
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<p>The last time they ran through the set play, Yeti dumped Liam on his ass. Baller and Jonesy hooted with laughter as Liam’s gloves and stick went yard-saling over the ice.</p>
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<p>Typical way to welcome a new defenseman. Russ snowed to a stop next to his temporary partner. “How you doing down there?”</p>
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<p>Liam muttered a handful of French-Canadian expletives. He reached up with a bare hand and Russ hauled him to a sitting position. “I feel like I got hit by a truck.”</p>
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<p>“Yeti’ll do that to you. You good?”</p>
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<p>Liam shook his head. “I’m good.” He got to his feet. “Jesus. How much does he weigh?”</p>
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<p>“Significantly more when he’s moving that fast.” Russ clapped Liam’s shoulder as they skated off to let the next groups practice. They were done for now, so he had time to give Liam a little more feedback. “That’s something you’ll have to get used to.”</p>
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<p>“What?” Liam pulled himself up on the half boards.</p>
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<p>“Checking.” When Liam looked at him, Russ elaborated, “You flinch.”</p>
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<p>Liam’s mouth dropped open. “I do not!”</p>
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<p>“Twenty bucks says the video review shows otherwise.” Russ had seen it before with guys who came up through the college system, which focused on speed over hits, since they wanted their players to keep their brains unscrambled long enough to graduate. “It’s fine. You’re not the first. You’re going to have to work on it, though.”</p>
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<p>“Not a lot of guys in college are Yeti-sized.” Liam’s mouth twisted into a wry smile, but he seemed genuinely upset, like the root of the problem bothered him.</p>
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<p>Russ snorted. “Not a lot of guys in the NHL are either. Or outside of it.” Yeti was six foot nine and built like a linebacker. “Are you trying to bulk up for the season?”</p>
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<p>“Was that a hint?” Liam grabbed his water bottle from the bench and waggled it. The joker was still there, but Russ was pretty sure he meant the question. “Think I should fill one of these with Ensure or something?”</p>
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<p>“Seriously, though.” Liam put the bottle down. There was a smudge of blue at the corner of his mouth. “Do you think I’m too skinny?”</p>
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<p>Russ must’ve given him a look that broadcast his thoughts, because Liam rolled his eyes and amended, still more than half serious, “For <em>hockey</em>. I’m not asking you to compliment my figure. I know I’m hot.”</p>
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<p>“I think you’re a kid.” At that age Russ could’ve eaten his body weight in M&M’s and barely gained a pound. “Putting on weight at your age when you burn calories like we do isn’t easy. But you could work with the trainers on some exercises that’ll help you stay upright when someone his size hits you. Or when you hit them.”</p>
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<p>Liam made a sad noise. “I always used to think those videos were funny. You know, tiny forward tries to check an absolute monster like Mikhail Kipriyanov, then ends up on his ass.”</p>
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<p>“You’re going to be one of those videos,” Russ assured him. Maybe he shouldn’t inflate the kid’s hopes, but if he did his time in the AHL, he’d make it. It wouldn’t take long.</p>
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<p>Liam straightened his shoulders like that was a great compliment. “I’m going to be one of those videos.” He shook his head and more of his usual humor returned. “I’m not even tiny. Just tiny compared to him.” He looked sideways at Russ and his voice dropped and took on a suggestive tone. “And you. You’re big. What do you eat?”</p>
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<p>Surely he couldn’t be serious. He didn’t even know Russ was gay.</p>
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<p>Which meant he was being a little shit. Russ shouldn’t encourage him, but he couldn’t let him get away with thinking he had the last word either. “Anything within range.”</p>
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<p>This kid’s sass was going to cost him so much money if he officially joined the team. He hopped off the boards again and leaned close enough to put himself directly into Russ’s space. “Sounds like you have a pretty healthy appetite.”</p>
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<p>Between Liam’s body, the slight dimple in his cheek, and the unruly curls, Russ could see why, but he wasn’t going to pump his tires. “Well, kid, welcome to the Big Show. Get used to putting in another level of effort.”</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center"></p><div style="text-align: center;">Ashlyn Kane likes to think she can do it all, but her follow-through often proves her undoing. Her house is as full of half-finished projects as her writing folder. With the help of her ADHD meds, she gets by. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">An early reader and talker, Ashlyn has always had a flair for language and storytelling. As an eight-year-old, she attended her first writers’ workshop. As a teenager, she won an amateur poetry competition. As an adult, she received a starred review in <em>Publishers Weekly</em> for her novel <em>Fake Dating the Prince</em>. There were quite a few years in the middle there, but who’s counting? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her hobbies include DIY home decor, container gardening (no pulling weeds), music, and spending time with her enormous chocolate lapdog. She is the fortunate wife of a wonderful man, the daughter of two sets of great parents, and the proud older sister/sister-in-law of the world’s biggest nerds.</div><p></p>
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</div>Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-65865057790884481732024-02-03T22:31:00.013+00:002024-02-04T18:56:08.137+00:00Release Blitz with ARC Reviews - Game On by Amy Aislin <p> </p><!--wp:paragraph {"align":"center"}-->
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Author and Publisher: Amy Aislin</p>
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<p>When he broke off his engagement to his team captain's brother the day before their wedding, Jamie Jamieson swore he'd never get involved with anyone associated with a teammate again. Getting traded to the Orcas is a chance at a fresh start, but one glance at his new housemate, and Jamie knows he's in way over his head. <br /><br />Dorian is his new coach's cousin. And his team's social media coordinator. And his housemate. <br /><br />It's the trifecta of bad ideas.</p>
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<p>Dorian Shore doesn't do hockey. He's lived by that rule for years, ever since a season playing as a kid left him with emotional scars. But his new housemate—a big, buff, beautiful athlete who gets under his skin—makes him seriously consider doing a hockey <em>player</em>.</p>
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<p><strong>My Two Pennies' Worth </strong></p><p>No! This is the last of the series. I loved Charlie and Blair's book but I think this one might just be my favourite.</p><p>I've liked Dorian in the previous book and was eager for him to find his HEA, and I wasn't disappointed. Both him and Jamie were carrying some baggage into the relationship but where Jamie had a solid sense of worth and found out easy to shake off, Dorian's doubts were much more deeply ingrained. </p><p></p><p>Enjoyable, low angst sports romance. </p><p><strong><br /></strong></p><p><strong>Excerpt </strong></p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-44515223838218237342024-01-28T23:00:00.002+00:002024-01-28T23:00:00.156+00:00Holiday Crush Audio Tour by Lane Hayes<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="" class="size-full wp-image-15206 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2024/01/holiday-crush-at-banner.png" width="640" /></span></p>
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Audio Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br />Holiday Crush<br />By Lane Hayes</span></h1>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Elmwood Stories, Book 3<br /></b></span></h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Court</b><br />Cut from the team, fired my agent…now what?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This can’t be it for me. Unfortunately, the phone isn’t ringing. My best bet is to head home for the holidays and regroup.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Problem: I don’t know what to do with myself. Helping out at the rink might be my ticket out of here, but nothing is happening fast enough. And then there’s Ivan. No, no, it’s not what you think. We went to school together. We’re acquaintance-friends…nothing more.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But you know, I like him. A lot. He’s funny and relentlessly upbeat. I’m a better person when I’m with him—the kind who volunteers to deck the halls and wrap garland on lampposts and—</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="a-text-italic">Whoa</span>. What’s happening here?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ivan</b><br />I love the holidays! But running the coffee shop on my own during the busiest season of the year is going to be a challenge. And the sudden appearance of my former crush is all kinds of distracting.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">See, I spent my formative years mooning over Court Henderson, our high school’s hockey phenom, even though he was out of my league. Thankfully, I grew up and left the silly remnants of my youth behind. Or did I?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Grown-up Court is full of surprises, and under his gruff yet extremely fine exterior, he’s a good soul with a huge heart. He’s charming, sweet, handsome, and— <span class="a-text-italic">Uh-oh.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My crush is back. Just in time for the holidays…</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="a-text-italic"><b>Holiday Crush</b> is an MM bisexual, small town romance featuring a renewed ancient crush, some mistletoe latte art, and a little seasonal magic.</span></i></span></p>
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<h3><span style="font-size: large;"></span></h3><blockquote><h3><span style="font-size: large;">Excerpt:</span></h3>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Court shook his head at my amazing, incredible Christmas tree on his way to the door. “I can’t get over that thing. It’s wild.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I beamed. “I know. I love it. I buy a regular tree too, even though it’s holiday overkill. But who cares? This is my favorite time of year, and I celebrate to the nth degree!”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He shoved his arms into his jacket, a playful grin on his handsome mug. “And do you celebrate by watching scary movies and stringing candy corn and plastic spiders into garland?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“No, smartass, but damn, that’s a great idea for Halloween next year.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He chuckled. “So…what do you do for Christmas?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I braced my left hand on the doorjamb and cast a quick glance at the fireplace to keep from staring at my guest. Standing a foot apart in the cramped doorway between my foyer and living room felt oddly intimate. Court took up space in my tiny abode, with his broad shoulders, towering height, and big muscles. I was more aware of him than ever. It took me a second to gather my thoughts and remember what we were talking about.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Christmas. Right. </i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“The usual—decorate my house, string lights outside, drape fresh garland everywhere. And yes, there’s always mistletoe. I also watch holiday movies and listen to Christmas music from mid-November till the end of the year. I bake cookies too, which always turn out to be a hot mess, but baking is festive and fun, and my family and friends are kind enough to compliment me anyway. And…I sign up for every holiday event in town, including the Skate with Santa party at the rink, caroling at Wood Hollow’s Home for the elderly, Toys for Tots Sled Fest next to the Christmas Tree Farm in Fallbrook, and of course, Holiday Bingo. By the way, all of those, including Bingo, have volunteer positions…if you’re interested.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I’d rather shovel snow in Siberia,” he deadpanned.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I grinned. “Your holiday spirit needs a tune-up.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Yeah, yeah. I don’t do holiday spirit.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“That’s an awful thing to say!”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Why? There’s no point. I’m usually on the road, so I’ve never bought a tree and I don’t always remember to buy gifts, either. My brother shamelessly shows me up every holiday. Oren bought our folks an oil painting of their ten-year-old golden retriever a couple of years ago. And it was really nice. I bought Mom the same gloves I bought her the previous year and the wrong-sized slippers for Dad.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh, dear. Well, I’m happy to help you this year. I’m an expert at gift-giving and—what’s so funny?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Court’s eyes crinkled in amusement. “You’re Elmwood’s emo elf, aren’t you?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Ha. Ha.” I moved by him to unlock the door. “Good-bye, Grinch.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He snickered. “Later. And thanks for tonight. It was fun.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Yeah. It was,” I agreed, smiling as he stepped closer.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">This was where I was supposed to shuffle out of the way to give him room to slip outside without letting the cold inside, but my feet were seemingly glued to the floor. And now, we were inches apart. So close I could see flecks of gold in his blue eyes and a scar half-hidden in his left brow. I should have jumped away and laughed off this little dance before I accidentally made it awkward.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Too late.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Ugh</i>. Now I was staring at him and he was staring at me and…his mouth was right there, hovering over mine. I could feel his breath on my lips and smell gin and something woodsy and masculine on his skin. And nope, I couldn’t resist.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I leaned in, set my palm on his chest and pressed my lips to Court’s.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">And that was the match that started the fire.</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enter the Giveaway:</span></h2>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To celebrate the release of <i>Holiday Crush</i>, Lane is giving away the Winner's choice of an audiobook or ebook of your choice from her published works!</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>About the Author:</b></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Lane Hayes</i></b> loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. She loves wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and her fabulous pup, George.</span></p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-70211961084312493972024-01-27T15:24:00.007+00:002024-01-27T22:03:14.761+00:00Release Blitz with ARC Reviews - Port in a Storm by Rhys Ford <p> </p><!--wp:paragraph {"align":"center"}-->
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<p>San Francisco SWAT Lieutenant Connor Morgan and Crossroads Gin drummer Forest Ackerman make an odd couple. Connor, an Irish-born cop from a tight-knit family, never imagined he’d find his happily-ever-after with a raised-on-the-streets musician, but Forest had the gentlest soul he’d ever met. After a long, hard road of heartbreak, murder, and trouble, they fell hard in love and married.</p>
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<p>During a brutal SWAT raid, Connor stumbles on Tate, an abused, vulnerable little boy caught in a shoot-out with his father’s drug-running gang. As heavy fire riddles the walls, an injured Connor rescues Tate from the fray… only to be struck numb when a caseworker pries a sobbing Tate from his arms.</p>
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<p>Scarred from his own childhood experiences, Forest doubts he can be a good enough father, but Connor assures him they can give Tate what he needs and more. Soon they are on an insane ride where trust and affection are hard-earned, especially when coming from a little boy raised in society’s filthiest gutters. Facing down every challenge thrown their way, they battle to give Tate what Connor treasures and Forest never had—a family to call his own.</p>
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<p><strong>My Two Pennies Worth </strong></p><p>What a lovely story. It really tugged at my heartstrings, made me smile one moment and then cry the next. My eyes stung and heart ached in places. </p><p>If you've not read this series then I'd recommend that you at least read the other books with this couple. </p><p>This series has been a glorious celebration of found family and in this book there's a catch up with lots of the other couples in the series. If this is the last book in the series then it is a more than fitting finale. </p><p>Highly Recommended.</p><p><br /></p><p><strong>Excerpt </strong></p>
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<p>“Got a little boy—I think—here. Anywhere clear to get him out?” Pain flared in Connor’s shoulder when he moved. The child’s weight pulled down on his muscles, straining the tender spots blooming on his back. He’d either landed in something wet or the hits he’d taken were more serious than he thought.</p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-77908645779312594002024-01-24T23:15:00.005+00:002024-01-24T23:15:00.141+00:00Blog Tour - Something Wicked by Lily Morton<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="SM BT Banner" class="size-full wp-image-15187 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2024/01/sm-bt-banner.png" width="640" /></span></p>
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br />Something Wicked<br />By Lily Morton</span></h1>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Blank and Blue, Book 3</span></h3>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">After powerful psychic Blue Billings fell in love with Levi Black, he believed their biggest challenges would arise from Blue’s ability to see and speak to the dead. So it’s rather alarming when he and Levi are confronted with a spate of new—and frightening—problems that have to do with the realm of the living.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A sadistic serial killer is stalking their beloved York, and Blue himself is in the killer’s crosshairs. Blue and Levi must race against time to catch the murderer as the deaths increase in ferocity. But when they’re forced from their home, and close acquaintances seemingly disappear like mist over the Minster’s spires, Blue finds that he is completely and terrifyingly on his own, and for the first time in his life, he’s without his powers.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is the third book in the bestselling Black and Blue series. The books are meant to be read in order.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">I relax as I see my Crow—or Bernard, as I’ve christened him. He’s dressed in the black funeral clothes that make him look like a Victorian undertaker. He stands glumly staring up at the house, his body language clearly screaming that if he were wearing a sandwich board, it would state that the end of the world is nigh.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Evening, Bernard,” I say cheerfully, and he turns to look at me. After a year of seeing him, his empty eye sockets no longer freak me out, but his utter stillness still does. It isn’t normal to be so still. Well, not in this world.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Any message?” I ask, twirling my house keys around my finger. “Speak now or forever hold your peace, because Levi’s waiting for me.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He hesitates, and for a wild second, I think he’s going to actually say something.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I hold my breath, as his mouth opens and closes.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">My breath leaves me in a shocked grunt as black blood suddenly begins to ooze from his eye sockets. It drips down his wrinkled cheeks in gruesome streams as his mouth opens in a silent scream.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“What the <em>fuck</em>?” I gasp, stumbling back. My ankle turns awkwardly, and I narrowly avoid jettisoning into the wall. I right myself, taking in great gulps of air.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I glance at Bernard and discover he’s himself again, staring silently up at the house.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Bernard, that’s naughty. Warn a bloke, will you?” My words are light, but I’d bit down hard on my tongue when I’d stumbled, and there’s a lingering grittiness in my mouth that tastes like fear. He’s never shown me that side of himself before. “I really wish you could talk,” I add. “You’re like the world’s creepiest non-singing telegram.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">But why <em>would</em> he speak when he has such a cute party trick? His very presence is a message. Crows are given to us Partworlders as an early warning system for trouble. I’ve grown used to Bernard, but Tom thinks I should have an army of Crows, as Bernard could be heading for work burnout. So far, though, he’s the only poor sod who’s shown up.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Which leads me to a worrying thought. Why has he shown up now?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">At one point, I couldn’t get through an hour without Bernard popping up and pacing in my vicinity, but for the last few months, I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I’d sort of missed him, but now I’m reconsidering that sentiment. I might be bored off my tits with the psychic world, but Bernard’s gory eyes were not the entertainment I was hoping for.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I hear you, Bernard,” I say softly, and he ignores me as usual. The wind gets up, but not a thread on his clothes moves. I follow his gaze to the ground-floor window, but when I glance at him again, he’s gone, leaving me alone in the dark lane.</span></p></div></blockquote><div class="tb-field"><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lily 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 bought her first Kindle.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She 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 could she get to spend her time with hot, funny men!</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She loves chocolate and Baileys and the best of all creations – chocolate Baileys! Her lifetime’s ambition is to have a bath in peace without being shouted by one of her family.</span></p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-6991831913827289332024-01-22T17:00:00.002+00:002024-01-22T19:39:40.902+00:00Blog Tour - Dead Serious Case #4 Professor Prometheus Plume by Vawn Cassidy<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="DS4 BT Banner" class="size-full wp-image-15184 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2024/01/ds4-bt-banner.png" width="640" /></span></p>
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Blog Tour & Giveaway:<br />Dead Serious Case #4 Professor Prometheus Plume<br />By Vawn Cassidy</span></h1>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Crawshanks Guide to the Recently Departed, Book 4</span></h3>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Inspector Danny Hayes has something very important to ask his boyfriend Tristan Everett. Over the past six months they’ve survived reapers, chaos monsters, and biblical storms, not to mention averting an apocalypse. So, what’s left to do but pop the big question?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tristan is ready for a break from world-saving, spectral crises, and most definitely from ghosts. He wants some one-on-one time with his boyfriend, preferably horizontally. So when the incredibly thoughtful aforementioned boyfriend books a romantic New Year’s getaway at a quiet little hotel in the wilds of the north yorkshire moors and away from London, Tristan can’t wait.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But as usual nothing ever goes according to plan. Snowed in during an unexpected murder mystery weekend at what turns out to be one of the most haunted hotels in Northern England is not what they had in mind, and when one of the actors turns up really dead not just fake dead, they once again find themselves caught up in another investigation.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">With only one night to figure out who the killer is while wrangling a multitude of overly helpful ghosts, Tristan begins to wonder if romance really is dead…</span></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>About the Author:</strong></span></h2>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vawn Cassidy is an MM author living in the UK. She’s often known for her world building skills and sense of humour. She loves to write in different genres and has penned contemporary romance, paranormal mystery/romance and dark historical with a supernatural twist.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Connect with Vawn:<br /></strong>Website - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.vawncassidy.com" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.vawncassidy.com</a><br />Facebook page - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.facebook.com/vawncassidyauthor" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.facebook.com/vawncassidyauthor</a><br />Facebook Group - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/cassidysbayboys" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.facebook.com/groups/cassidysbayboys</a><br />Instagram - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.instagram.com/vawncassidyauthor" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.instagram.com/vawncassidyauthor</a><br />Twitter - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.twitter.com/vawncassidy" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.twitter.com/vawncassidy</a><br />Bookbub - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.bookbub.com/profile/vawn-cassidy" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.bookbub.com/profile/vawn-cassidy</a><br />Goodreads - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.goodreads.com/vawncassidy" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.goodreads.com/vawncassidy</a><br />TikTok - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.tiktok.com/@vawncassidyauthor" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.tiktok.com/@vawncassidyauthor</a><br />Newsletter - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.tinyurl.com/VawnCassidyNewsletter" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.tinyurl.com/VawnCassidyNewsletter</a></span></p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-4467215704923564632024-01-14T23:24:00.004+00:002024-01-14T23:24:00.149+00:00Audio Tour - Vow Maker by Lily Morton<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfLjhVfrPDoPXtWdTSO-Gwc5dRoRPE9Ioy7_PfDsCJZroaPb1-40vya_8A1YzsfxPiH0r5W6ZfqnIBR-jvs5voMhmyHy7JH6deWP2Otq35dAQPrS3pU4wxCjrim_WqR7tuRQG3ufFVCo3PDoC_YWION4MTsl9YzS_3nuSVzVuBS5-zWSws-TCY4jDcQxpJ/s1080/VM%20AT%20Banner.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="566" data-original-width="1080" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfLjhVfrPDoPXtWdTSO-Gwc5dRoRPE9Ioy7_PfDsCJZroaPb1-40vya_8A1YzsfxPiH0r5W6ZfqnIBR-jvs5voMhmyHy7JH6deWP2Otq35dAQPrS3pU4wxCjrim_WqR7tuRQG3ufFVCo3PDoC_YWION4MTsl9YzS_3nuSVzVuBS5-zWSws-TCY4jDcQxpJ/w640-h336/VM%20AT%20Banner.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p>
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Audio Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br /><span class="a-size-extra-large" id="productTitle">Vow Maker<br /></span>By Lily Morton</span></h1>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Narrated by Joel Leslie</span></h2>
<h3 class="a-spacing-none a-text-normal" id="title" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mixed Messages, Book 4</span></h3>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dylan Mitchell wants to get married.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">However, after seven years of being engaged, that’s looking slightly doubtful. After going through ten wedding planners, they’re gaining a reputation somewhat akin to Henry the Eighth on the wedding circuit.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gabe has vetoed symbolic dove releases, forests of flowers, fire-eating performers, and puce as a wedding colour. He’s confounded an army of wedding professionals, and now Dylan, the man who knows and loves him better than anyone, has joined the ranks of the confused. Can anything please his fiancé and get them to the altar?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">From bestselling author Lily Morton comes the sequel to Rule Breaker. A romantic comedy novella full of family chaos, meddling friends, sexy bathroom encounters, and love. <i>Always love</i>.</span></p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/63203828-vow-maker">Add on Goodreads</a><br /></b></span></h3>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">I sigh. <i>Another one bites the dust</i>. At this point in our journey towards matrimony, I’ve said those words so many times I could part-time as a Freddie Mercury impressionist. Gabe looks at me as if expecting me to leap in and save him, but it’s every man for himself. I dealt with the last five wedding planners. It’s his turn.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">And I must say it’s a very entertaining use of an hour as I watch Gabe finally meet his match. Helen moves from a vigorous defence of her wedding vision—one that belongs only in a Netflix historical drama—to indignation and, at last, rage. It’s a familiar destination if you’re dealing with Gabe.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Finally, however, she accepts defeat, saying in a very shrill voice, “You will <i>never</i> know marital bliss with that kind of attitude, Mr Foster.” Slinging her pashmina over her shoulder, she exits our house in a cloud of ire and Chanel perfume.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I stretch as Gabe comes back into the room after letting her out. “Helen, one. Gabe, nought.” I mime a tennis swing. “New balls, please.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“That’s a very mixed metaphor and explains a great deal about your sports knowledge.” The love of my life heads to the cupboard and pulls out a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label. He waggles the bottle at me. “Want one?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“<i>Now?</i> Isn’t it a bit early?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“You tell me. Haven’t we got another planner coming in an hour? They’re like excessively happy buses.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I’ll have half the bottle,” I say promptly.</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enter the Giveaway:</span></h2>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To celebrate the Audio release of <i>Vow Maker</i>, we are giving you a chance to win your choice of any book from Lily’s backlist! Three winners will be chosen!</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Direct Link: https://bit.ly/VMAT_Giveaway</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="LilyMorton-Logo-Tagline" class="size-full wp-image-211 aligncenter" height="291" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/lilymorton-logo-tagline.png" width="640" /><b>About Lily:</b></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lily is a bestselling gay romance author. She writes love stories filled with heat and humour.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">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?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She loves chocolate and Baileys and the best of all creations - Chocolate Baileys.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Connect with Lily:</b><br /><a href="https://www.facebook.com/LilyMortonAuthor">Facebook</a> | <a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/SnarkSquad">Lily's Snark Squad Facebook Group</a><br /><a href="http://www.twitter.com/LilyAuthor">Twitter</a> | <a href="http://www.instagram.com/lilymortonauthor">Instagram</a> | <a href="http://www.pinterest.co.uk/LilyAuthor">Pinterest</a><br /><a href="http://www.lilymortonauthor.com">Website</a> | <a href="http://bit.ly/LilyMortonNewsletter">Newsletter</a><br /><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lily-Morton/e/B012JEF6OY/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1">Amazon Page</a> | <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4829595.Lily_Morton">Goodreads</a> | <a href="http://www.bookbub.com/profile/lily-morton">BookBub</a></span></p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-40732410112518789122024-01-03T16:59:00.002+00:002024-01-03T16:59:00.256+00:00Release Blitz - Dead Serious Case #4 Professor Prometheus Plume by Vawn Cassidy<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="DS4 RB Banner" class="size-full wp-image-15103 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2023/12/ds4-rb-banner.png" width="640" /></span></p>
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Release Blitz & Giveaway:<br />Dead Serious Case #4 Professor Prometheus Plume<br />By Vawn Cassidy</span></h1>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Crawshanks Guide to the Recently Departed, Book 4</span></h3>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Inspector Danny Hayes has something very important to ask his boyfriend Tristan Everett. Over the past six months they’ve survived reapers, chaos monsters, and biblical storms, not to mention averting an apocalypse. So, what’s left to do but pop the big question?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tristan is ready for a break from world-saving, spectral crises, and most definitely from ghosts. He wants some one-on-one time with his boyfriend, preferably horizontally. So when the incredibly thoughtful aforementioned boyfriend books a romantic New Year’s getaway at a quiet little hotel in the wilds of the north yorkshire moors and away from London, Tristan can’t wait.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But as usual nothing ever goes according to plan. Snowed in during an unexpected murder mystery weekend at what turns out to be one of the most haunted hotels in Northern England is not what they had in mind, and when one of the actors turns up really dead not just fake dead, they once again find themselves caught up in another investigation.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">With only one night to figure out who the killer is while wrangling a multitude of overly helpful ghosts, Tristan begins to wonder if romance really is dead…</span></p>
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://getbook.at/DeadSerious4">Universal Link</a></span></h2>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Check out the Series on <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/series/329147-crawshanks-guide-to-the-recently-departed">Goodreads</a></b></span></h3>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To celebrate the release of <i>Dead Serious Case #4 Professor Prometheus Plume</i>, Vawn is giving away a signed paperback of the winner's choice from the Crawshanks Guide to the Recently Deceased Series!</span></p>
<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for your chance to win!</span></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>About the Author:</b></span></h2>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vawn Cassidy is an MM author living in the UK. She’s often known for her world building skills and sense of humour. She loves to write in different genres and has penned contemporary romance, paranormal mystery/romance and dark historical with a supernatural twist.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Connect with Vawn:<br /></b>Website - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.vawncassidy.com" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.vawncassidy.com</a><br />Facebook page - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.facebook.com/vawncassidyauthor" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.facebook.com/vawncassidyauthor</a><br />Facebook Group - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/cassidysbayboys" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.facebook.com/groups/cassidysbayboys</a><br />Instagram - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.instagram.com/vawncassidyauthor" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.instagram.com/vawncassidyauthor</a><br />Twitter - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.twitter.com/vawncassidy" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.twitter.com/vawncassidy</a><br />Bookbub - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.bookbub.com/profile/vawn-cassidy" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.bookbub.com/profile/vawn-cassidy</a><br />Goodreads - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.goodreads.com/vawncassidy" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.goodreads.com/vawncassidy</a><br />TikTok - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.tiktok.com/@vawncassidyauthor" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.tiktok.com/@vawncassidyauthor</a><br />Newsletter - <a class="text-blue underline focus-visible" href="http://www.tinyurl.com/VawnCassidyNewsletter" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">www.tinyurl.com/VawnCassidyNewsletter</a></span></p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-37395161867963720962023-12-20T14:30:00.012+00:002023-12-20T14:30:00.137+00:00Blog Tour - Signs and Wonders by Morgan Brice<p> </p><!--wp:paragraph {"align":"center"}-->
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Author: Morgan Brice</p>
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<p>When a coven of dark warlocks killed Seth Tanner’s brother, Seth became a man driven by vengeance, sworn to stop the cycle of ritual killings, willing to die for the cause. He never expected to fall head over heels in love with the witches’ next intended victim. Evan Malone didn't believe the supernatural was real until Seth swept in with his magic and motorcycle to save him from being the next sacrifice.</p>
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<p>Now they’ve gone on the road together, hunting the rest of the coven while they figure out how to keep the white-hot, once-in-a-lifetime bond between them. Days are filled tracking their paranormal quarry, honing their monster hunting skills, and gaining control of the small magics that have made a life-or-death difference. Nights are spent together, entangled in adrenaline-fueled passion, learning how to make this love last forever despite the odds. Seth fears that if they don’t eliminate the rest of the coven, they’ll be on the run forever, and more people will die. Evan is afraid that Seth’s obsession with revenge means they might not survive to get a happily ever after.</p>
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<p>Seth and Evan head to West Virginia to confront one of the dark warlocks, a master con man running a cybercrime empire. Can Seth and Evan save the warlock’s next target, bring down his crime syndicate, and live to tell the tale?</p>
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<p><em>Signs and Wonders</em> is a thrill-packed supernatural thrill ride with plenty of paranormal suspense, hurt/comfort, hot nights, found family, deadly magic, immortal witches, determined hunters, haunted places, creepy ghosts, impressive explosions, spooky chills, and sexy thrills, and features an evolving, established romantic relationship with all the feels.</p><p><b>My Two Pennies Worth </b></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;">While tracking down and despatching the disciples before they can claim the next victim is undeniably the theme of these books, Morgan Brice manages to ensure the setting and circumstances of each story is different. This one is set on a wellness retreat, with a charismatic 'guru' pulling all the strings. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">The relationship, now well established, still evolves and moves forward.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">There's a new queer couple in the latest victim to be and his boyfriend. And assistance from Travis and Brent. </span></p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-91142867562432966372023-12-13T07:13:00.004+00:002023-12-13T07:13:00.135+00:00Release Blitz - Holiday Crush by Lane Hayes<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="Holiday Crush RB Banner" class="size-full wp-image-14930 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2023/12/holiday-crush-rb-banner.png" width="640" /></span></p>
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br />Holiday Crush<br />By Lane Hayes</span></h1>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Elmwood Stories, Book 3<br /></b></span></h3>
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<h3><span style="font-size: large;"></span></h3><blockquote><h3><span style="font-size: large;">Excerpt:</span></h3>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Court shook his head at my amazing, incredible Christmas tree on his way to the door. “I can’t get over that thing. It’s wild.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I beamed. “I know. I love it. I buy a regular tree too, even though it’s holiday overkill. But who cares? This is my favorite time of year, and I celebrate to the nth degree!”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He shoved his arms into his jacket, a playful grin on his handsome mug. “And do you celebrate by watching scary movies and stringing candy corn and plastic spiders into garland?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“No, smartass, but damn, that’s a great idea for Halloween next year.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He chuckled. “So…what do you do for Christmas?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I braced my left hand on the doorjamb and cast a quick glance at the fireplace to keep from staring at my guest. Standing a foot apart in the cramped doorway between my foyer and living room felt oddly intimate. Court took up space in my tiny abode, with his broad shoulders, towering height, and big muscles. I was more aware of him than ever. It took me a second to gather my thoughts and remember what we were talking about.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Christmas. Right. </i></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“The usual—decorate my house, string lights outside, drape fresh garland everywhere. And yes, there’s always mistletoe. I also watch holiday movies and listen to Christmas music from mid-November till the end of the year. I bake cookies too, which always turn out to be a hot mess, but baking is festive and fun, and my family and friends are kind enough to compliment me anyway. And…I sign up for every holiday event in town, including the Skate with Santa party at the rink, caroling at Wood Hollow’s Home for the elderly, Toys for Tots Sled Fest next to the Christmas Tree Farm in Fallbrook, and of course, Holiday Bingo. By the way, all of those, including Bingo, have volunteer positions…if you’re interested.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I’d rather shovel snow in Siberia,” he deadpanned.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I grinned. “Your holiday spirit needs a tune-up.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Yeah, yeah. I don’t do holiday spirit.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“That’s an awful thing to say!”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Why? There’s no point. I’m usually on the road, so I’ve never bought a tree and I don’t always remember to buy gifts, either. My brother shamelessly shows me up every holiday. Oren bought our folks an oil painting of their ten-year-old golden retriever a couple of years ago. And it was really nice. I bought Mom the same gloves I bought her the previous year and the wrong-sized slippers for Dad.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh, dear. Well, I’m happy to help you this year. I’m an expert at gift-giving and—what’s so funny?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Court’s eyes crinkled in amusement. “You’re Elmwood’s emo elf, aren’t you?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Ha. Ha.” I moved by him to unlock the door. “Good-bye, Grinch.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He snickered. “Later. And thanks for tonight. It was fun.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Yeah. It was,” I agreed, smiling as he stepped closer.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">This was where I was supposed to shuffle out of the way to give him room to slip outside without letting the cold inside, but my feet were seemingly glued to the floor. And now, we were inches apart. So close I could see flecks of gold in his blue eyes and a scar half-hidden in his left brow. I should have jumped away and laughed off this little dance before I accidentally made it awkward.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Too late.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Ugh</i>. Now I was staring at him and he was staring at me and…his mouth was right there, hovering over mine. I could feel his breath on my lips and smell gin and something woodsy and masculine on his skin. And nope, I couldn’t resist.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I leaned in, set my palm on his chest and pressed my lips to Court’s.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">And that was the match that started the fire.</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enter the Giveaway:</span></h2>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To celebrate the release of <i>Holiday Crush</i>, Lane is giving away the Winner's choice of an audiobook or ebook of your choice from her published works!</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>About the Author:</b></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Lane Hayes</i></b> loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. She loves wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and her fabulous pup, George.</span></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Book Title: <em>Twisted Beauty</em></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Author: Maggie Blackbird</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Genre: M/M Dystopian Romance, LGBTQ+, First Nations Romance, Native American Romance</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Tropes: Enemies to lovers</p>
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<p>Deep in the badlands, long after the fall of modern civilization, Hunter patrols the area as the war chief for his Lakota community. His latest mission is to hunt down a marauder who robbed his neighbors of their precious goods. He’ll act as this man’s judge, jury, and executioner.</p>
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<p>Having lost everything at his former Ojibway encampment, Chassis is far from home. He wanders the badlands, a grim reaper bringing death to those with what he needs to survive. But there is one man courageous enough to challenge him.</p>
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<p>When the duo faces off, neither expects the sizzling chemistry to erupt between them, nor for their duel to touch what both have denied themselves. Now they must choose to either remain together and sacrifice their beliefs, or go their separate ways, losing what they’ve spent their lives searching for—love.</p>
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<p>Until assistance arrived, Hunter needed to keep his wits about him. For instance, why a knife and not a gun? This told him the marauder didn’t possess firing artillery, which wasn’t easy to come by. Acquiring such weaponry meant stealing guns and ammunition or scavenging them when taking down parasites—as Hunter had done many times—or daring to infiltrate the walls of Minneapolis to pinch the precious resources, something his community also did.</p>
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<p>Voodoo Canyon had been built on heavy artillery ever since Hunter’s great-grandfather had started the village.</p>
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<p>The knife blade now lay horizontal across his throat. His peripheral vision caught the marauder squatting to retrieve the .38 Special. Hunter wasn’t surprised when the tip of his gun was placed against his temple and the knife sheathed.</p>
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<p>“Where is he?”</p>
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<p>It was best to play dumb. “Who?”</p>
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<p>“You know who I’m talking about.” The marauder ground the gun deeper against Hunter’s temple. </p>
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<p>“I know you didn’t take a stroll out here by yourself, so how far away is he?” </p>
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<p>As if Hunter would admit the truth. “Not far…at all.”</p>
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<p>“I see. He walked here, as well? Or did he drop you off maybe a mile or two back? Is that why I never saw headlights or heard the car engine?”</p>
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<p>Before he could reply, the whistle of rawhide being released invaded the quiet night that contained only their breathing and conversation. Even worse, the rope was tightened around his right wrist. The marauder yanked, ensuring the tough material was taut enough to cut off Hunter’s circulation. Then the bastard forced Hunter’s arm downward and secured his other wrist.</p>
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<p>Hunter threw out his leg at an extended angle. His boot clipped the marauder.</p>
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<p>The look Hunter faced…tilted eyes crazily wide, slim lips tight, and head cocked so the braid fell over the marauder’s chiseled shoulder. No doubt it was taking every ounce of self-control for the motherfucker not to kill him.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">An Ojibway from Northwestern Ontario, Maggie resides in the country with her husband and their fur babies, two beautiful Alaskan Malamutes. When she’s not writing, she can be found pulling weeds in the flower beds, mowing the huge lawn, walking the Mals deep in the bush, teeing up a ball at the golf course, fishing in the boat for walleye, or sitting on the deck at her sister’s house, making more wonderful memories with the people she loves most.</p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-84322839878633277452023-12-08T07:11:00.008+00:002023-12-08T07:11:00.260+00:00Audio Tour - Next Season by Lane Hayes <p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="Next Season AT Banner" class="size-full wp-image-14809 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2023/11/next-season-at-banner.png" width="640" /></span></p>
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Audio Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br />Next Season<br />By Lane Hayes</span></h1>
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Narrated by Nick J. Russo</span></h2>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>The Elmwood Stories, Book 2<br /></strong></span></h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong>The injured hockey player and the grumpy chef…</strong></em></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Riley</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My time playing pro hockey will be up soon. I can feel it. And I’ve heard the rumors: he’s too old, he’s had too many injuries, he’s lost his edge. I don’t want to admit it, but they could be right. Next season might be my last.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Or this season. Because of course, this is when the universe decides I need another concussion. It’s a doozy too—the kind that’s going to keep me off skates for a while.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Which is how I end up in a small New England town in the middle of nowhere Vermont, eating every meal at a diner where a grumpy chef from Quebec makes haute cuisine…and burgers. Jean-Claude is funny and charming and—</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Okay, I have a crush on a gay man.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is a new one.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Jean-Claude</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Confused straight men are entertaining. But Riley is…fascinating, sexy, and curiously vulnerable. His injury has rocked his confidence a bit, so perhaps he’s in need of a friend. Any friend. Even moi.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m an unlikely choice, but maybe he just likes my tuna salad.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">No…I think it’s me.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And though I’m happy to help him explore his bisexual curious side, I have career concerns of my own. See, the things I love most about Elmwood seem shaky and uncertain, but not Riley. He’s solid and genuine. Suddenly, this temporary secret liaison feels more real than anything in my life.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I need more than this season. I want it all. With Riley.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong>Next Season</strong> is an MM bisexual-awakening romance featuring a grumpy chef, an injured hockey player, and a big HEA in a small town where anything can happen.</em></span></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://getbook.at/NextSeason"><strong>Universal Link</strong></a></span></h2>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/198114738-next-season">Add to Goodreads</a></span></h3>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">I hadn’t known it was possible that someone’s voice on a cell phone could make your heart skip a beat. What kind of sorcery was that?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">And it was even worse when Riley walked into a room.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Like now.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Practice was good. It was a tough workout, but the juniors are coming along and I didn’t feel like I was going to puke afterward. In fact, if it hadn’t been so stormy, I’d planned on jogging over here.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“That is not a storm. It’s little baby snowflakes and wind,” I taunted.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Riley snorted. “You just said my lips were cold. I could test them on your dick.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I accept your challenge, but we’re at a crucial moment with the dough. We have to knead the dough, proof it, knead it again, and bake it. You leave the dough for too long, you get bad bread.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I thought all bread was good.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Meh, not quite. If it’s over-proofed, your bread will look funny. It will collapse or go lopsided and the flavors may be off. That won’t be a problem for us. I don’t make bad bread.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I believe you. I’ve never attempted to make bread. Out of my wheelhouse.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I don’t know what that means, but today is your lucky day. Come, Riley. You can take over while I stare at your ass.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He barked a laugh and shook his head as if to protest. “Actually, you know what? Put me in, Coach. Show me how to knead your dough.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Riley hopped off the counter and sidled behind me, squeezing my ass as he tilted his hips suggestively. An electric current zinged through me at the contact and just like that, my cock swelled in my sweats. A rogue vision of Riley inside me took me by surprise. I hadn’t been on the receiving end in years—not my thing. But I might be persuaded…for him.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Crisse</em>, where had that come from?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I refocused, tossing a spare apron his way without making eye contact, waiting till he’d washed his hands to fire off instructions.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Flour first.” I dusted his hands liberally with flour and pointed at the heel of his palm. “Dig into it. Don’t be shy. Good. Now fold the dough in half toward you and push it away. Turn the dough and repeat.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He listened intently, making adjustments as advised. “So…this is it? Doesn’t seem so hard.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“It’s not. Baking is a science. As long as you follow the rules, you’ll get the results you want.”</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enter the Giveaway:</span></h2>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To celebrate the release of <em>Next Season</em>, Lane is giving away the Winner's choice of an audiobook or ebook of your choice from her published works!</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em>Lane Hayes</em></strong> loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. She loves wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and her fabulous pup, George.</span></p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-89420033869577863712023-11-25T23:20:00.008+00:002023-11-25T23:59:08.597+00:00Release Blitz with ARC Review - Get Frosted by Amy Aislin <p> </p><!--wp:paragraph {"align":"center"}-->
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Book Title: <em>Get Frosted </em></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Author and Publisher: Amy Aislin</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Release Date: November 21, 2023</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Genre: Contemporary m/m romance</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Tropes: brother’s best friend, Christmas, rivals to lovers</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Themes: A story about home and finding the place where you belong.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Heat Rating: 3 flames </p>
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<p>For years, Mik has wanted nothing more than to put coal in Rudy Snow's stocking.</p>
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<p>As former pro hockey players, they’ve been rivals for years. It started in Mik’s rookie season, when a reporter pitted him against his older brother's best friend. Rudy pushes Mik’s buttons like no one else, going out of his way to one-up him at every turn.</p>
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<p>Now they manage pubs in a small town that takes Christmas to a level best seen in Hallmark movies, but not much else has changed. They’re still rivals, this time pitting gingerbread martinis against pomegranate sangria.</p>
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<p>But when they’re forced to work together to plan a special holiday party, sparks ignite. Maybe it's a bad idea to put coal in Rudy's stocking after all. They both might just catch fire.</p>
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<p>Then again, what better way is there to stay warm on a cold winter's night?</p>
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<p><em>Christmas Falls is a multi-author M/M romance series set in a small town that thrives on enough holiday charm to rival any Hallmark movie.</em></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>All books in the Christmas Falls series:</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nov 14: Grinch Kisses by DJ Jamison</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nov 17: Snowbody Loves Me by Jacki James</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nov 21: Get Frosted by Amy Aislin</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nov 28: Silent Knight by Beth Bolden</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dec 1: Under the Mistle-Tome by Sammi Cee</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dec 5: Clausing a Scene by Casey Cox</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dec 8: No Elfing Way by Hayden Hall</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dec 12: Ready, Set, Glow! by Rye Cox</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dec 15: Scrooge You! by Brigham Vaughn</div><p></p>
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<p><strong>My Two Pennies' Worth </strong></p><p>Feel good Christmas story. </p><p>* Frenemies to lovers </p><p>* Best friend's brother </p><p>* Mutual pining</p><p>* communication FTW</p><p>A few tears but mostly this just left me with a warm squidgy feeling of happiness. </p><p>Loved it. </p><p><strong>Excerpt </strong></p>
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<p>And setting into motion a new kind of annoyance that fizzled in Mik’s blood. “No one asked you,” he said to his brother’s best friend.</p>
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<p>Rudy Snow raised one dark eyebrow, because <em>of course</em> he could do that. When Mik tried, he ended up with both eyebrows at his hairline.</p>
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<p>“It’s certainly . . .” Rudy cast his gaze around, taking everything in. “Unique.”</p>
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<p>“It’s majestic.”</p>
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<p>“It looks like the Island of Misfit Toys. All you’re missing is a Charlie-in-the-Box.”</p>
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<p>Crossing his arms over his chest, Mik clenched his teeth. “You’re not allowed to judge. You don’t even have a wreath on your front door.”</p>
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<p>Rudy made a sound in the back of his throat, a rumbly laugh that made the back of Mik’s neck itch. “Do you often happen to find yourself outside my house, Miki?”</p>
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<p>“Sure. If you take the long way.”</p>
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<p>God. Why did he have to be so annoying?</p>
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<p>And annoyingly hot. All dark-haired and dark-eyed and scruffy-jawed, with a natural tan to his skin that perpetually made him look like he’d just come from the beach. He stood a couple of inches taller than Mik’s five feet eleven. At a year older than Mik’s thirty-one, Rudy was as fit now as he’d been when he’d played in the NHL, even two and a half years post-retirement.</p>
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<p>Mik had considered himself lucky to be drafted to his brother’s team’s rival. With Mik playing for Washington and Josh playing for Pittsburgh, it had given Mik the chance to step out of his brother’s shadow and assert himself as his own person. And playing up the rivalry between their teams had been all sorts of fun at family get-togethers.</p>
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<p>The problem Mik hadn’t anticipated had been twofold.</p>
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<p>“It’s no secret in the league that your brother and his teammate Rudy Snow are good friends,” a reporter had said to Mik during the post-game interview after that game. “What do you have to say to your brother’s best friend after that check in the second period?”</p>
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<p>While both those things were true, that hadn’t been what the reporter wanted to hear. So Mik had smirked and said, “That he better watch out. He won’t get the jump on me again. In fact, next time, I’m going to swipe the puck out from under him and score. Just wait and see.”</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">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.</p>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Audio Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br /><span class="a-size-extra-large" id="productTitle">Confetti Hearts<br /></span>By Lily Morton</span></h1>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Joe Bagshaw doesn’t believe in love or marriage anymore, which is rather a hindrance for a wedding planner.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">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?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">From bestselling author Lily Morton, comes a romantic comedy about love, matrimony, and the best of second chances.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is the first book in the Confetti Hitched series.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I’m so sorry, Joe.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Don’t worry about it,” I croak. “This happens to me a <em>lot</em>.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I’m crammed into a tiny bathroom cubicle, holding up one end of a massive meringue wedding dress. Lena the bridesmaid holds the other end while the bride sits on the loo.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Daisy stares at me from her porcelain perch. “This happens a lot?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh, almost every day,” I say airily. “I’d bet most gay men have <em>never</em> had this experience. I’ll be the envy of the gay choir.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">She snorts and Lena shifts in her cramped position in the bathroom stall. “Joe’s a wedding planner, so I’m presuming this is part of his job description, but I really do think the bridesmaid’s charter needs updating. I saw mention of hen nights, crappy dresses, and bridal blues, but absolutely zip about holding a wedding dress while the happy woman pees.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Daisy chuckles. “This will be just like all those times I’ve held your hair back when you were drunk.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I’m just coming at it from the opposite end.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">They grin at each other, and I shift from foot to foot.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“It’s very warm in here,” I observe. “I hope I don’t faint, because that would make this whole thing <em>very</em> awkward.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“It can get <em>more</em> awkward?” Lena says incredulously.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Daisy sighs. “I’m so sorry but I can’t go now.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Performance anxiety,” Lena says. “I do hope your bridegroom doesn’t suffer from the same thing.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I twist to face the wall as best I can, trying to avoid leaving the skin of my nose on the door hinges. “I’ll try to give you some privacy,” I wheeze.</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enter the Giveaway:</span></h2>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To celebrate the release of <em>Confetti Hearts</em>, we are giving you a chance to win your choice of any book from Lily’s backlist! Three winners will be chosen!</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lily is a bestselling gay romance author. She writes love stories filled with heat and humour.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">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?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She loves chocolate and Baileys and the best of all creations - Chocolate Baileys.</span></p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-24825013020268029102023-11-01T11:31:00.002+00:002023-11-01T11:31:00.131+00:00Release Blitz - Next Season by Lane Hayes<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="Next Season RB Banner" class="size-full wp-image-14549 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/next-season-rb-banner.png" width="640" /></span></p>
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br />Next Season<br />By Lane Hayes</span></h1>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>The Elmwood Stories, Book 2<br /></strong></span></h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong>The injured hockey player and the grumpy chef…</strong></em></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Riley</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My time playing pro hockey will be up soon. I can feel it. And I’ve heard the rumors: he’s too old, he’s had too many injuries, he’s lost his edge. I don’t want to admit it, but they could be right. Next season might be my last.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Or this season. Because of course, this is when the universe decides I need another concussion. It’s a doozy too—the kind that’s going to keep me off skates for a while.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Which is how I end up in a small New England town in the middle of nowhere Vermont, eating every meal at a diner where a grumpy chef from Quebec makes haute cuisine…and burgers. Jean-Claude is funny and charming and—</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Okay, I have a crush on a gay man.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is a new one.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Jean-Claude</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Confused straight men are entertaining. But Riley is…fascinating, sexy, and curiously vulnerable. His injury has rocked his confidence a bit, so perhaps he’s in need of a friend. Any friend. Even moi.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m an unlikely choice, but maybe he just likes my tuna salad.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">No…I think it’s me.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And though I’m happy to help him explore his bisexual curious side, I have career concerns of my own. See, the things I love most about Elmwood seem shaky and uncertain, but not Riley. He’s solid and genuine. Suddenly, this temporary secret liaison feels more real than anything in my life.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I need more than this season. I want it all. With Riley.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong>Next Season</strong> is an MM bisexual-awakening romance featuring a grumpy chef, an injured hockey player, and a big HEA in a small town where anything can happen.</em></span></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://getbook.at/NextSeason"><strong>Universal Link</strong></a></span></h2>
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<h3><span style="font-size: large;"></span></h3><blockquote><h3><span style="font-size: large;">Excerpt:</span></h3>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I hadn’t known it was possible that someone’s voice on a cell phone could make your heart skip a beat. What kind of sorcery was that?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">And it was even worse when Riley walked into a room.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Like now.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Practice was good. It was a tough workout, but the juniors are coming along and I didn’t feel like I was going to puke afterward. In fact, if it hadn’t been so stormy, I’d planned on jogging over here.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“That is not a storm. It’s little baby snowflakes and wind,” I taunted.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Riley snorted. “You just said my lips were cold. I could test them on your dick.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I accept your challenge, but we’re at a crucial moment with the dough. We have to knead the dough, proof it, knead it again, and bake it. You leave the dough for too long, you get bad bread.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I thought all bread was good.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Meh, not quite. If it’s over-proofed, your bread will look funny. It will collapse or go lopsided and the flavors may be off. That won’t be a problem for us. I don’t make bad bread.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I believe you. I’ve never attempted to make bread. Out of my wheelhouse.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I don’t know what that means, but today is your lucky day. Come, Riley. You can take over while I stare at your ass.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He barked a laugh and shook his head as if to protest. “Actually, you know what? Put me in, Coach. Show me how to knead your dough.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Riley hopped off the counter and sidled behind me, squeezing my ass as he tilted his hips suggestively. An electric current zinged through me at the contact and just like that, my cock swelled in my sweats. A rogue vision of Riley inside me took me by surprise. I hadn’t been on the receiving end in years—not my thing. But I might be persuaded…for him.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Crisse</em>, where had that come from?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I refocused, tossing a spare apron his way without making eye contact, waiting till he’d washed his hands to fire off instructions.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Flour first.” I dusted his hands liberally with flour and pointed at the heel of his palm. “Dig into it. Don’t be shy. Good. Now fold the dough in half toward you and push it away. Turn the dough and repeat.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He listened intently, making adjustments as advised. “So…this is it? Doesn’t seem so hard.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“It’s not. Baking is a science. As long as you follow the rules, you’ll get the results you want.”</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enter the Giveaway:</span></h2>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To celebrate the release of <em>Next Season</em>, Lane is giving away the Winner's choice of an audiobook or ebook of your choice from her published works!</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for your chance to win!</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>About the Author:</strong></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em>Lane Hayes</em></strong> loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. She loves wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and her fabulous pup, George.</span></p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-78425817893543002212023-10-31T12:40:00.050+00:002023-10-31T22:06:02.478+00:00Blog Tour - Light From The Grave by Sara Dobie Bauer <p><br /></p><!--wp:paragraph {"align":"center"}-->
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Author: Sara Dobie Bauer</p>
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<p>In the world of witches, Keller Rex is a legendary monster—a dark sorcerer with a gift for suffering. He has long been the protector of the Zayne coven and their ancestral home in Charleston, South Carolina. When the family matriarch, Vivian Zayne, dies under mysterious circumstances, he is tasked with finding the only person who can open her sealed Book of Shadows: the son no one knew she had.</p>
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<p>Dylan Quinn has never bothered to figure out why cats follow him everywhere, but it’s been that way for as long as he can remember. After the unexpected passing of his adoptive mother, he had to make a new home for himself in small-town Ohio. Things have been quiet ever since, but lately, there are strange voices in his dreams and a sense of being watched.</p>
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<p>When a striking Southern gent appears in town, Dylan welcomes the distraction. Keller is handsome and charming, but Dylan can tell there’s something else, something eerie about him. And he discovers he's right, as Keller goes from being Dylan’s seducer… to his abductor.</p>
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<p>Now back in Charleston, Dylan’s newfound family is shocked when it’s discovered his magical affinity is for death itself. Despite his fears, he’ll need to learn to control his terrifying powers in order to open the Zayne Book of Shadows. He also needs to keep his coven safe, and time is running out. The estate's protective wards expire on Halloween, and power-hungry witches from all over are ready to pounce.</p>
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<p>While Dylan’s awakening darkness threatens to overwhelm him, Keller finds himself confronted by feelings he thought long dead. Keller will do anything to protect his young necromancer and open Vivian’s Book of Shadows, but the Zaynes are in for a surprise when Dylan resurrects someone he shouldn’t.</p>
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<div aria-hidden="true" class="wp-block-spacer" style="height: 25px;"><b>My Two Pennies' Worth</b> </div>A very dark paranormal romance that is extremely light on the romance. There's plenty happening that keeps the story moving forward, bad witches, dark magic, voodoo, and black cats. And a magical book everyone wants to get their hands on. It's also a book that deals with grief and different people cope with it. The heaviness of these moments are cut through by comedic asides and sarcasm that lighten the mood. <div>With all this going on the romance takes a back seat and it's low heat. </div><div>A great spooky season read.<br /><div aria-hidden="true" class="wp-block-spacer" style="height: 25px;"><br /></div>
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<p>Dylan stood by his kitchen island drinking a glass of water and froze at the sudden arrival in his home. Keller moved with inhuman speed. He appeared right in front of Dylan, who gasped and dropped his glass, which shattered on the wooden floor at their feet. Taking hold of Dylan’s shirt, Keller shoved the smaller man against the fridge.</p>
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<p>“What are you?”</p>
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<p>Dylan’s chin trembled. “What?”</p>
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<p>Keller clenched his teeth. “What are you?”</p>
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<p>“I-I don’t understand, but I’d really like you to leave please.”</p>
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<p>Keller let go of Dylan. He chuckled and paced halfway across the small apartment and back. He was tired of playing games, tired of trying to work his magic on someone who seemed impervious to his influence, so Keller chose truth. “Your family is waiting,” he said. “Long story short: your biological mother is dead. She was a bitch who won’t be missed, and there is no time to spare. Several lives depend on you, so we need to go. Now.”</p>
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<p>“What the fuck, man?” His words shook. “I don’t know who you think I am, but my biological mother died giving birth to me. That’s why my adopted mom agreed to give me her family name.”</p>
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<p>“Zayne,” Keller said.</p>
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<p>Keller held up a hand between them, a silent but visible order for Dylan to listen. “Your biological mother’s name was Vivian Zayne, and she was a very powerful witch. We, as her coven, didn’t know you existed until the reading of her will. Imagine our surprise.”</p>
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<p>Dylan’s eyes widened. “What?”</p>
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<p>Then, something strange happened. Keller found himself thrown backwards. He landed with a thud against Dylan’s bedroom wall. Dylan was no longer in his arms. Dylan was also no longer screaming. Keller, recovered from the invisible attack, raised his head to find Dylan standing in front of him—Dylan, but not Dylan. His eyes had gone black, just like they had in the coffee shop. Tiny black veins appeared around his eyes and spread down his cheeks.</p>
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</div>Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-10988966135879975262023-10-29T23:09:00.005+00:002023-10-29T23:09:00.176+00:00Release Blitz - The Score by Beth Bolden <p><br /></p><!--wp:paragraph {"align":"center"}-->
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Author and Publisher: Beth Bolden</p>
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<p>Carter Maxwell knows he’s a screwup. Four teams in three seasons tells the story, as much as he wishes it didn’t.<br /><br />But finally, he’s landed in a good place, where he likes the team and the team actually likes him. Even the Condors' current rebuilding mode suits him. There’s a new owner. New coach. New players. New rules.<br /><br />But one rule hasn’t changed: <em>don’t seduce your agent-appointed c*ckblocker.</em><br /><br />Ian Parker agrees to live with Carter and keep him on the straight and narrow for one simple reason: Alec, the agent in charge of cleaning up Carter’s reputation, has promised him something Ian wants very, very badly.<br /><br />Even more badly than Carter naked above him and below him and next to him.<br /><br />A chance for Ian to become an agent.<br /><br />But Ian didn’t take into account just how persuasive Carter is—or just how desperately he desires to be persuaded. Or how, while spending time with Carter, they’ll somehow stumble into a fake relationship that begins to feel all too real.<br /><br />It doesn’t matter that Carter’s never fallen in love or that he’s never been in a <em>real</em> relationship. It doesn’t matter that Ian’s risking his future as an agent.<br /><br />He’s determined to score the impossible and reform the bad boy—only after encouraging Carter to misbehave one last time. But this time, only with him.</p>
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<p>“Is it?” Carter really hadn’t thought much about it; honestly, he’d been too busy trying to figure out how to get around rule number one.</p>
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<p>“I’m…” Ian hesitated again. “I know what my previous clients and I would do. We’d discuss ahead of time what role I’d be playing. Often, since I was in LA, they were well known, so it was easy to pass me off as a personal assistant or a friend. But here—”</p>
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<p>But as they walked out of the conference room, Carter couldn’t shake the feeling that <em>Ian </em>was the one who was preoccupied with not only what to call himself, but maybe even what kind of position he’d be occupying in Carter’s life.</p>
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<p>“Listen, you wanted honesty, that’s the honest truth right there.” Carter had sex because it was easy, <em>yes</em>, and it also helped stem the tide of his temper. Maybe if sex had been harder for him to come by, he’d have found something else to use.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">A lifelong Pacific Northwester, Beth Bolden has just recently moved to North Carolina with her supportive husband. Beth still believes in Keeping Portland Weird, and intends to be just as weird in Raleigh.</p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-46219865767051373972023-10-25T12:47:00.004+01:002023-10-29T06:47:05.036+00:00Audio Tour - You, Again by Lane Hayes<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="You Again AT Banner" class="size-full wp-image-14438 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/you-again-at-banner.png" width="640" /></span></p>
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Audio Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:<br />You, Again<br />By Lane Hayes</span></h1>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>The Elmwood Stories, Book 1</strong></span></h3>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>The hometown hockey hero and his best friend’s brother…</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Vinnie</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hockey is in my blood. I learned to skate before I learned how to ride a bike. I’ve been on a wild ride, playing at the highest level for some of the biggest and best teams in the league. But now it’s over, and I’m not sure what to do with myself.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So I'm going home to Elmwood.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But I’ll tell you what I’m not gonna do—I’m not going to coach my buddy’s junior hockey league. No chance. I don’t know how to deal with kids, and besides, the other coach—who happens to be my best friend’s brother—hates me. With reason.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">That may be old news, yet something tells me we’re going to have to deal with the past.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And that's almost as scary as coaching teens.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Nolan </strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">No, I don’t hate Vinnie, but he drives me nuts.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">He’s cocky, goofy, selfish, and yeah…after all these years, I’m still attracted to him. But I’m a responsible adult now. I run my family’s business, and with the help of my ex, I’ve made Elmwood Diner into a New England institution.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So maybe my life isn't particularly exciting at the moment, and maybe Vinnie isn’t the worst. Nonetheless, I have no desire to rekindle a friendship with the hockey hero who no doubt will be on the first flight out of town the second he gets bored or gets a better offer.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And I’m not coaching with him. No way.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ugh…</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I can’t believe I’m doing this again.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>You, Again is an MM bisexual, best friend’s brother, frenemies to lovers romance featuring old friends, a new quest, and a little hockey HEA!</em><em> </em></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;">Vinnie set a twenty on the table and stood. “Thanks for the coffee.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“It’s on the house,” I insisted, pushing the money toward him.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“No, no. I support local businesses. Keep the change.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">His over-the-top wink practically begged me to roll my eyes, but I had more to say. We had to clear the air…at least a little.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Um…hey, even if you don’t make it through summer, your presence alone is good for business for the whole town. ‘NHL Hero Comes Home’ and all that bullshit. If you don’t mind the attention, and I’m assuming you don’t—come help out at the rink. It’s easy and fun. You won’t regret it.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Vinnie rubbed his scruffy jaw thoughtfully. “Okay. I’ll do it.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I smiled tentatively and raised my hand for a high five. “Great.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“But only if you’re my assistant.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“What?” I pulled my hand away before he could slap it, furrowing my brow. “No way. Gavin is perfectly capable of—”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Nope. It has to be you.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I frowned. “Why?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“ ’Cause…” Vinnie blew out an exasperated breath. “I want to fix this. Me and you. And I can’t do that if you ignore me.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">And just like that, the invisible wall between us shook in its foundation.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“We’re fine,” I bluffed.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Vinnie arched a brow. “You’re mad at me. I know why, and I get it. We don’t have to go into it now, but at the very least, we should call a truce ’cause if we’re working with impressionable teens, you really oughtta be nice to me, Moore.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">My mouth opened in a perfect O. “I’ve been perfectly civil to you. More civil than you deserve, Kiminski.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“See? That wasn’t nice,” he teasingly scolded. “I can’t believe I’m the voice of reason here.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I fixed him with a bored sardonic stare. “You are never the voice of reason.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I kind of am now.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“No, you aren’t.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Yes, I am.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“No, you—oh, my God.” I pointed at the door. “Good-bye, Vinnie.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He snickered, flashing a lopsided devil-may-care grin my way. “Wait up. Let’s seal the deal on this truce.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh, brother.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I’m serious. Let’s shake hands, hug it out, kiss and make up, or all of the above.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I regarded his outstretched hand suspiciously and cautiously slid my palm against his. “Fine. Truce.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“See, that didn’t sound friendly. You ruined it. Gimme a hug,” he demanded, pulling me into a bear hug, squeezing me hard enough to crack a rib.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I let out an <em>oomph</em> of surprise and tried to wriggle out of his hold. He took the hint and loosened his grip. I knew it was all in good fun or at least meant to playfully rile me up, but when he bent to kiss my cheek, I turned my head just as he swooped in and <em>bam! </em>Our lips collided in an actual, honest-to-God kiss.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">A fucking kiss.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I couldn’t speak for Vinnie, but I was too shocked to move.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">We’d been here before.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Sure, it had been almost twenty years ago, but I was positive neither of us was looking for a repeat.<em> I</em> certainly wasn’t. Any second now, he’d back up, swipe his hand across his mouth and make some ridiculous joke to right the balance. But he didn’t.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He softened his lips and molded them to mine, tilting his chin as if testing a new angle. And suddenly, this felt real.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Oh, no. </em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Oh…no.</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I pushed out of his arms, sucking in a gulp of air.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Holy shit.</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">My heart beat like a drum, and my mouth was bone dry.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“I think—I think we’re good now,” I rasped.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Vinnie’s shell-shocked expression gave way to something unreadable. He scratched his nape and stepped aside.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Yeah. Uh…what time is practice?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">“Thursday at three.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">He nodded and tried a smile that never reached his eyes. “Cool. See ya, Nol.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">I froze in place as the door swung shut behind him, willing my heartbeat to calm the fuck down.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Did that happen?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">It wasn’t real. I knew that, but he didn’t pull away. He lingered, he pressed closer, he…he kissed me.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">Reality check: Vinnie was a notorious prankster. He was always doing something to push boundaries—make you laugh, make you mad, make you stop taking life so damned seriously. Silly was his fallback language. If lighthearted pranks and teasing kept some uncomfortable parts of the past at bay, I was all for it.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">But I was still confused. Very confused.</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>
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Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-65701861256105139672023-10-19T16:40:00.002+01:002023-10-19T16:40:55.150+01:00Release Blitz - The Mechanics of Lust by Jay Hogan<p> </p><p><strong>Title:</strong> The Mechanics of Lust </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfFbTVAfTeBn1XESoHVxKG6CWF9rWjnTwVD_8OnqhyphenhyphenS5LDPTcBzsuWzDo0V4KswCFRpa7RXRo0DCjMnviiu0_otwvMhKYhMrtuFqReVOinbSrcgcNTZbOXvxN8pjMugKdHSF63jLkAS5zhNrBhQkc5X0YZ4yvVOhBj-r9fwLIszIA9tna7kZZ3c6A/s2400/TheMechanicsOfLust-1600x2400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfFbTVAfTeBn1XESoHVxKG6CWF9rWjnTwVD_8OnqhyphenhyphenS5LDPTcBzsuWzDo0V4KswCFRpa7RXRo0DCjMnviiu0_otwvMhKYhMrtuFqReVOinbSrcgcNTZbOXvxN8pjMugKdHSF63jLkAS5zhNrBhQkc5X0YZ4yvVOhBj-r9fwLIszIA9tna7kZZ3c6A/w266-h400/TheMechanicsOfLust-1600x2400.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><p></p>
<p><strong>Series:</strong> Mackenzie Country #2</p>
<p><strong>Author:</strong> Jay Hogan</p>
<p><strong>Genre:</strong> MM Romance</p>
<p><strong>Tropes:</strong> Hurt comfort | Enemies to lovers | Small town | Fish out of water |
Different worlds | Complicated exes | New beginnings | Soul mates | Loss and grief | Bruised
hearts</p>
<p><strong>Release date:</strong> June 1st, 2023</p>
<p><strong>Amazon Universal: </strong><a href="https://geni.us/afG2YN">https://geni.us/afG2YN</a></p>
<p><strong><em>When the line between lust and love is barely a
heartbeat.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong>Synopsis: </strong></p>
<p>I broke the rules and fell in love with my best friend. Newsflash. He didn’t feel the
same. I had to stand by and watch him fall for someone else. Moving on hasn’t been
easy since we all live and work on the same high country sheep station, but I’m finally
getting there.</p>
<p>I’m building a new life, a new set of dreams, planning a different future, just me and
my dogs. The last thing I need is Luke Nichols, the sexy, enigmatic, ex-husband of my nemesis,
filling my head with a laundry list of cravings. Talk about complicated.</p>
<p>Luke is only in Mackenzie Country for a few months and I’m not about to put my
heart on the line again just for a little fun. But the more I’m around Luke, the harder it is
to remember exactly why Luke and I are a bad idea, the<em> worst</em> idea.</p>
<p>Things between us are about to go nuclear.</p>
<p>Maybe I’m wrong.</p>
<p>Maybe we <em>can</em> keep it simple.</p>
<p>Maybe I can satisfy my cravings <em>and </em>hold on to my heart.</p>
<p>And maybe pigs can fly.</p>
<p><em>Note: This book contains references to the past loss of a child.</em></p>
<p><strong>Excerpt:</strong></p>
<p>“Speech, speech!” A slow clap reverberated off the faded walls of the
Oakwood pub’s back bar, which locals had affectionately named The Fleece.</p>
<p>I put my back to the wooden bar and watched a furiously blushing Gil throw Holden a
withering, you-are-in-so-much-trouble glare before stepping onto the small stage. He surveyed
the crowd from under the <em>Happy Fortieth Birthday</em> banner, which had taken four of
us an embarrassing amount of time and a few beers to finally get in place.</p>
<p>I was amazed we’d managed to keep the surprise party a secret, but somehow
we’d done it, and Gil had been stunned, tearful, and touchingly overwhelmed when
he’d walked into the packed bar to a loud chorus of happy birthday that rattled the
rafters.</p>
<p>As I listened to his emotional thank you to everyone who’d turned up to celebrate,
including some of his friends who’d flown in from Wellington, it was hard not to be
charmed by the man. Not quite a year in the district and Gil’s name was almost as
synonymous with Miller Station as Holden’s. This was partly due to their gay-couplestatus, but also because of the run of free seminars Gil had begun offering locally on grief,
stress management, and rural mental health. The result was a bar chocka with birthday
well-wishers.</p>
<p>And I was one of them.</p>
<p>Cue the shocked gasps of disbelief.</p>
<p>Keeping my eyes on Gil, I shuffled sideways to let a man in at the bar behind me.</p>
<p>“We must stop meeting like this.” The gravelly voice sent a shiver down my
spine, and I turned to find a familiar pair of blue eyes dancing over my face.</p>
<p><em>Luke Nichols. Dammit.</em></p>
<p>Luke flashed that wicked smile that always made my dick sit up and pay attention and just,
damn my bad luck. The man smelled of Tom Ford, summer, and trouble, and I cursed the
familiar tingling sensation his proximity always managed to induce in my body. A fact that only
strengthened my resolve to make sure he caught my eye roll. He did. But the amused smirk he
returned my way didn’t help matters.</p>
<p>“Well, look who the cat dragged in.” I tried not to lean in for another waft of
that expensive cologne. “Guess there’s no show without Punch,
right?”</p>
<p>Luke gave an amused snort. “I guess not.” His gaze raked over me, head to
foot, before he turned his attention to the small stage where Gil was winding up his speech.
“Ah, the birthday boy.”</p>
<p>I followed Luke’s gaze, pretending to listen while shooting covert glances back his
way because . . . well, because I was an idiot. And because he looked so fucking edible.
Dressed in dark-wash jeans paired with a crisp white shirt—open at the neck and with the
cuffs rolled up to reveal the green silicone wristband he always wore—Luke looked
annoyingly cool as a cucumber in the late January heat that had the rest of us layering on the
deodorant.</p>
<p>Smelling fresh from the shower, Luke brushed a stray lock of dirty blond hair back into place
in a way that made me want to shove a hat over my own shaggy, auburn waves. A woven black
leather cord hung around his neck and disappeared under his shirt, and a pair of trendy black
loafers poked out from the bottom of his jeans. It pained me to admit it, but the man was
effortlessly chic.</p>
<p>Enough already. I refocused on Gil who was gesturing to Holden to join him on the small
stage.</p>
<p>“Get up here, baby.” Gil drew Holden in for a long, slow kiss that had the
birthday crowd whooping and wolf-whistling.</p>
<p>I waited for the once familiar knot of jealousy in my chest, but it never came. Wistful? Sure.
Envious of what they had? Absolutely. But jealous still? I thought about it again. No. Maybe I
was fooling myself, but I was going to take that for a win.</p>
<p>Luke leaned in close. “Does this feel as weird for you as it does for me?”</p>
<p>I glanced over my shoulder. “I’ve no idea what you mean,” I lied.</p>
<p>His lips twitched in an almost smile that I chose to ignore. “Oh really?” he
asked sardonically. “Because here we are, you and me, at a party celebrating<em> my
</em>ex-husband’s birthday, thrown by his <em>new</em> love who just happens to be <em>your</em> best friend slash ex. One could be forgiven for saying it’s a bit of a
mindfuck, right?”</p>
<p>When I didn’t answer, he elbowed me gently. “Oh, come on. A little
conversation won’t kill you.”</p>
<p>I huffed. “Says you.” I was being a dick and we both knew it, but that was par
for the course as far as things between us went.</p>
<p>To be fair, Luke had attempted to build a bridge many times since our inauspicious first
meeting. He’d arrived uninvited at the station the year before in an attempt to force Gil to
talk and I’d been . . . less than welcoming. I might not have liked Gil much at that time,
and I still didn’t know the whole story of what had happened between them, but to walk
out on your husband six months after your daughter was killed in a car accident? The rest of
Miller Station might have found a way to gloss over that fact and forgive him, even Gil. But as
far as I was concerned, how much more did you really need to know about a guy?</p>
<p>Not to mention, getting all buddy-buddy with the man would’ve meant having . . .
conversations and likely being paired up to work when he helped out on the station. The
problem was that any proximity to Luke brought with it a minefield of potential disaster best
avoided.</p>
<p>Luke was sexy as shit and his obvious interest in me might fizz in those wicked blue eyes.
But he was trouble with a capital <em>T</em>, and I wanted no part of him for too many
reasons to list. Although if I <em>did</em> happen to list them, right at the top would be the fact
that my body lit up like a Christmas tree every time the man came within spitting distance.</p>
<p>Not since those first times with Holden had I felt anything like that.</p>
<p>Maybe not even then, and that fact just plain pissed me off.</p>
<p>Too bad I was done with complicated men.</p>
<p><em>D</em><em>O</em><em>N</em><em>E</em>.</p>
<p><strong>About Jay:</strong></p>
<p><em>Heart, humour and keeping it real.</em></p>
<p><strong>Jay is a 2020 Lambda Literary Award Finalist in Gay Romance and her book Off
Balance was the 2021 New Zealand Romance Book of the Year.</strong></p>
<p><br />She is a New Zealand author writing mm romance and romantic suspense, primarily
set in New Zealand. She writes character driven romances with lots of humour, a good dose of
reality and a splash of angst. She's travelled extensively, lived in many countries, and in a past
life she was a critical care nurse, nurse educator and counsellor. Jay is owned by a huge Maine
Coon cat and a gorgeous Cocker Spaniel</p>
<p><strong>Find Jay in all the places:</strong><a href="https://www.jayhoganauthor.com/landingpage">https://www.jayhoganauthor.com/landingp
age</a></p>Lillian Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401795492498709547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413548677283068724.post-749374356845577682023-10-15T13:00:00.004+01:002023-10-15T13:00:00.146+01:00Cover Reveal - Dead Serious Case #4 Professor Prometheus Plume by Vawn Cassidy<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="DS4 CR Banner" class="size-full wp-image-14380 aligncenter" height="335" src="https://gayrmncereviews.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/ds4-cr-banner.png" width="640" /></span></p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Crawshanks Guide to the Recently Departed, Book 4</span></h3>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Inspector Danny Hayes has something very important to ask his boyfriend Tristan Everett. Over the past six months they’ve survived reapers, chaos monsters, and biblical storms, not to mention averting an apocalypse. So, what’s left to do but pop the big question?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tristan is ready for a break from world-saving, spectral crises, and most definitely from ghosts. He wants some one-on-one time with his boyfriend, preferably horizontally. So when the incredibly thoughtful aforementioned boyfriend books a romantic New Year’s getaway at a quiet little hotel in the wilds of the north yorkshire moors and away from London, Tristan can’t wait.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But as usual nothing ever goes according to plan. Snowed in during an unexpected murder mystery weekend at what turns out to be one of the most haunted hotels in Northern England is not what they had in mind, and when one of the actors turns up really dead not just fake dead, they once again find themselves caught up in another investigation.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">With only one night to figure out who the killer is while wrangling a multitude of overly helpful ghosts, Tristan begins to wonder if romance really is dead…</span></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>About the Author:</strong></span></h2>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vawn Cassidy is an MM author living in the UK. She’s often known for her world building skills and sense of humour. She loves to write in different genres and has penned contemporary romance, paranormal mystery/romance and dark historical with a supernatural twist.</span></p>
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