This series just keeps on getting better as the tensions rack up

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This series just keeps on getting better as the tensions rack up.

Animal Weaver Baer is the focus of this one and the romance is an absolute delight as it tromps through a pretty funny meet/cute in a coffee shop – with added pestilence bad guys that is 😁

Wiley is sweetness in an attractive package of anxietiess, living with OCD and doing his very best to have a ‘normal’ life.

When he’s inadvertently drawn into Baer’s world, he thinks it’s the best thing ever, loud the comic books he illustrates for a living coming to life.

The pacing throughout this instalment was perfect, it kept throwing out increases in tension as the bad guy turned out to be a bad gal who had a nasty surprise for Baer.

I’m not spoiling anything about the plot itself, other than to say I felt Jocelynn and Rinda had it pitched just right with the scenes between Baer and Wiley interspersed with the action adventure elements.

We also get to meet a new Weaver and the overall arc moves forward some more with hints that the dangers are only going to get worse the closer the Weavers Circle is to completion.

One particular thing is revealed which leads directly into book three, which is Gray’s story and it can’t come soon enough for me!

#ARC kindly received from the authors in return for an honest and unbiased review.

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Cover Reveal: Yearning For Daylight by H.M. Wolfe and Evera Ellis

Yearning For Daylight | H.M. Wolfe and Evera Ellis

The Base #2

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Release Date: August 20th, 2020

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Blurb

A love so tangible it weaves three hearts together…

Everett has lived a solitary existence, serving his don to the best of his ability, even forfeiting his happiness in the interests of his Mafia family. Now a widower, he yearns for what he lost when he married his wife. Love. And the ex-boyfriend he left behind.

Drake is on a mission. His late-mother requested one last thing from him, but he finds himself at a place where he instantly feels at home. He falls for Everett’s charm, losing his heart in the process until Everett’s ex-boyfriend arrives.

Finn was left brokenhearted many years ago, but he never forgot his first love. When news finds him that Everett is free of his obligations, he has no choice but to reach out despite the potential dangers. Finding Everett in the arms of another man was not what he expected.

Can the three men, who have lost so much, find what they’re looking for at The Base?

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The Base #1

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About The Authors

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My debut collaboration with H.M. Wolfe was released July 9, 2020.

I have always loved to read and write but never thought to do much with it. I enjoy learning more about the craft of writing, so reading books on how to write better, learning marketing and finding news ways of reaching readers. I’m a sponge!

I love MM Romance to read as much as to write. I have many favourite authors.

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H.M. Wolfe lives with the coolest Mom in the Universe and a fat, gay, submissive tomcat. She loves writing stories about boys and men who love, cherish, respect and protect other boys and men.

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Release Blitz: Ex-Bandmates by Zoe Lee

Ex-Bandmates | Zoe Lee

Local Beats Series #1

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Release Date: August 8th, 2020

Cover Design: Emilie DeMun Designs

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Blurb

Asher
From the second Lucas Carlson shows up in my garage for band practice, I’m drawn in by his eyes, his awkward rambling, and his incredible musical talents. But we share a best friend, and he’s only our temporary drummer while he’s in Chicago for a summer internship. It should be easy to ignore the way he brings something out in me that no one has before.

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Asher Bernthal is a grumpy stockbroker whose band, Signal Fire, is vital to my best friend’s happiness. I don’t want to mess it up for her, so all I have to do is drum and keep my head down. It should be easy not to crush on a man so beyond my grasp, who writes lyrics that pierce straight through me.

Despite all of the reasons to stay away, we’re drawn together and bring something new out in each other. Every song pulls us closer together, but we won’t be bandmates forever.

This is the first book in the Local Beats Series, an 80,000 word MM romance featuring musicians with day jobs, a night club, and lots of songs, with a guaranteed HEA and no cliffhanger.

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Excerpt

ASHER

“I already know all your songs, dude,” Lucas claimed.

Shooting him an incredulous look, I rolled my shoulders.

With a shrug, one corner of that lush mouth curled up, sly and knowing, and my stomach dropped even as he said cockily, “I’m an incredible drummer and I do know all your songs. You’re lucky I’m in town because you’d be screwed for this gig you’ve got on Saturday if I couldn’t fill in.”

Closing my eyes, trying not to enjoy Lucas’s endearing combination of mature confidence and immature sense of humor, I let a growl seep out of my throat.

“That’s a good growl for a man with such a mild tenor,” he commented.

“Okay!” Dan chirped, giving me a pleading look. “Can we start with ‘Promises,’ maybe?”

Amy tipped her head at Lucas as if to prompt him.

Lucas settled on Eli’s stool, then shook his shoulders and arms out and cracked his neck. He pulled a pair of drumsticks out of his messenger bag and scooted the stool farther from the kit, stretching out one sneaker to test the distance to the kick drum. He looked up to where all of us were watching him, and then he said as if we were the insane ones in this scenario, “Leslie starts ‘Promises.’”

I shot Leslie an impatient look and started, my voice strung out, “Leslie, for f*ck’s—”

But then the timer on my cell went off.

“Is it your pizza?” Dan asked as his face split into a toothy, hungry grin.

“I made lasagna,” I muttered, and Dan and Amy moaned in delight.

“Asher, I didn’t know you were domestic,” Lucas gasped dramatically as he twirled his drumsticks like a show-off. “Is it meat or veggie? No, wait, surprise me.”

“Why would you know anything about me?” I grumbled.

Lucas laughed again. This time he threw his head back, baring a long neck, and I couldn’t stop my mouth from drying out or my throat almost clicking when I swallowed.

“Seriously?” he all but yelped, his cheeks going splotchy red. He whirled on Leslie and accused, “Haven’t you told him anything about me?” He turned back to me so fast I got whiplash, and said, “I’ve been hearing about you since Leslie met all of you and you started the band. They’ve come up to Wisconsin like a dozen times to hang out, go camping, and spend the holidays at Leslie’s parent’s house. Dan and I took this epic Harold and Kumar kind of road trip—never mind that for now—”

The timer blared again and I inhaled and shot out a quick breath, grasping for patience as I dug out my cell and stabbed the button to end the timer. Then I stalked into my kitchen, switched on the oven light, and bent to check the lasagna, which was the perfect amount of crispy for Leslie and Amy.

From the garage, Leslie said with her icy-hot sarcasm on perfect point, “I have no idea how Asher could forget a single detail I’ve shared about you, because you’re so memorable.”

Amy snorted and played a high wa-waaaa on her guitar, making the four of them snicker.

“Hey Leslie, how did your annual review go at work?” Dan asked earnestly while I lunged to grab the potholders off their hook, snorting despite myself. “You said you were going to talk to them about a raise maybe.” There was a pause while I set the pan on top of the stove, and then he added, like he couldn’t help it, “Totally can’t blame you if you decided not to ask though, that’s intimidating.”

“I can blame my boss for saying no when I asked though,” Leslie snarked a little bitterly.

“Dude,” Lucas said, from right behind me.

I jerked, the oven door banging into the meat of my thigh just over my knee.

“F*cking shit,” I hissed, rubbing the stinging skin as I glared at my oven door.

Lucas skidded into my periphery, hands hovering somewhere near the corner of the stove. “You aren’t bleeding, are you? Because I am a very manly man, with like half a Master’s degree and shit, but…” He swallowed hard, his sharp Adam’s apple bobbing when his throat constricted.

I found myself shaking my head and reassuring him even though I was the one who’d gotten hurt because the kid walked as quietly as a damn ninja, apparently. “I’m not bleeding.”

“That’s good—ah, good thing you have thighs like a lumberjack or something.”

I straightened and crossed my arms over my chest, one eyebrow trailing high.

“See?” Lucas asked. One eye squinted in accusation while his pouty mouth curled the very slightest bit on the right side. “You look like a lumberjack, which is kind of what Wolverine was in X-Men Origins: Wolverine, which is not the best example of Wolverine, but it’s okay, you kind of look like Wolverine anyway, with the muscles and shoulders and beard and, Jesus, that eyebrow—”

“Lucas,” I interrupted. I made my voice as low and firm as possible.

“Yep, right,” he stuttered, holding up his hands in surrender and taking a few exaggerated steps back. “I’ll stop telling the incredibly straight lead singer of my new band—temporary new band, I meant, obviously!—about how he’s hot like Wolverine and just grab some plates and shit.”

While I was honestly caught up trying to decide which part of his rambling was the stupidest, he dove for the stack of plates and the shaker of red pepper flakes I’d already gotten out before fleeing at top speed. Dumbly, I looked down at myself. “Lumberjack,” I scoffed, then made a salad and cut up the lasagna, while the others came into the living room, bickering about a movie.

About The Author

Zoe writes contemporary romances and believed everyone will get extraordinary love stories since before she ever fell in love.

She lives with her family near the mountains in Colorado, where she writes while listening to music, never drinks coffee, reads books in one sitting, and watches too many movies and tv shows. She’s been writing since she was a kid, but luckily she knows how grown-ups work now. Mostly.

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