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Release Blitz: Nobody’s Groom by DJ Jamison

Nobody’s Groom | DJ Jamison

A Marital Bliss Novella

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Release Date: April 9th, 2020

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Blurb

Can two enemies find love after a rocky start?

TJ hoped the Triple J Ranch would be a fresh start under a new name, with his tarnished family reputation behind him. He didn’t count on the young, spirited Colby provoking him at every turn. But when tempers boil over, TJ discovers that Colby’s disgust with him is more like lust, and that he’d do just about anything to tangle with the confused kitten.

Colby likes everyone, but something about the new, unfriendly cowboy on the crew gets under his skin. He doesn’t understand just how worked up TJ has him until his body reacts, shocking them both. Colby’s never been with a man, but he can’t fight the desire TJ’s rough hands have awakened in him.

It’s just physical, an opportunity to indulge Colby’s secret desires. But the young ranch hand’s innocence softens something inside TJ, and he can’t deny he wants more. He’s nobody’s groom, but could he be Colby’s love — or will his lies come between them?

Nobody’s Groom is a novella in the Marital Bliss series. It can stand alone but is best read after Wrangling A Groom, as it may contain spoilers.

Marital Bliss series

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eMarriage2-683x1024 The Marital Bliss series is a contemporary MM romance series that explores marriages tropes.

Books 1 and 2 explore marriage contract and marriage pact themes.

Other themes that might come up in the future include fake engagement, matchmaker, mistaken identity, and anything else DJ can dream up!

You can find the series on Amazon in Kindle Unlimited.

Excerpt

He whipped around, eyes narrowing. Colby stood there, peeking around the corner of the barn.

“You,” he growled.

Colby’s eyes went wide, flicking down to watch TJ shove his dick into his pants and zip up. “Oh, sorr—”

TJ was on him in two steps. He grabbed Colby’s arm, pulling him closer. “Did you enjoy watching me piss?”

“N-no,” Colby stuttered. “I was just…”

“What?”

Colby’s eyes met his, and electricity arced between them. The tension before the storm had broken at last.

“I didn’t know what you were doing. Just think someone should keep tabs on ya.”

Colby tried to sound tough, but he was just a kitten. TJ barked a nasty laugh that made him inwardly cringe. This guy brought out the worst in him.

“Let’s go,” he growled, yanking Colby toward the barn.

“What?” Colby said, trying to pull away as TJ pulled him around the corner and shoved him toward the open barn door. “No!”

Colby attempted to dart past him, and TJ grasped the back of his neck — just like he would a kitten — and pushed him into the barn, shoving him hard and releasing him. Colby stumbled forward, throwing out his arms for balance, and TJ slammed the barn door shut behind them.

“Time to end this shit. You don’t like me,” TJ said flatly. “That’s fine, but it don’t make me a criminal.”

“I didn’t say it did.”

Looking wary, Colby backed up toward the nearest wall. TJ advanced on him, shaking with fury. He’d done everything he could to put distance between himself and his past. He didn’t want to be seen as a bad element, never again.

“I didn’t come here to let a little boy like you ruin it for me. I work hard. I deserve to be here just as much as you.”

Colby took a step forward. “I’m not—”

TJ shoved him back against the wall, hard. He followed with his body, pinning Colby in place. Lowering his head, he whispered in his ear. “What’s wrong, you jealous?”

Colby went rigid, breath stuttering. “Jealous of what?”

“My body. My muscles. I’ve seen you looking.”

“No!” Colby’s voice was strangled. “Just let me go.”

He pushed forward, but TJ was an unmovable object. Little Colby did not have the force to budge him a step. He did bring them into even closer contact, however, pressing his hard cock against TJ’s upper thigh.

“Holy shit,” TJ whispered. Colby had a hard-on for him.

Colby turned bright red. “That’s not because… It’s just from the friction!”

TJ laughed, reaching down to cup Colby through his pants. He squeezed, possibly harder than was kind, his frustration still pumping adrenaline through his veins. “You little shit,” he said. “You’re hot for me.”

Colby shook his head violently, squeezing his eyes shut. “It’s not like that!”

TJ’s own cock was taking an interest in the proceedings now. Colby was the perfect little twink to tick his boxes. He was slender, almost willowy, but packed with muscle from working the ranch. He had a pretty smile, but a strong jaw dusted with stubble kept him from looking too soft. His chestnut-colored hair was rich and thick, always flopping over his eyes.

And there was that throat, Adam’s apple bobbing nervously as Colby breathed heavily. No matter what he said, his body was betraying him now. He was primed and wanting, and TJ couldn’t resist the opportunity to sample the goods.

He leaned forward and licked a stripe up the side of Colby’s neck.

Colby gasped, eyes flying open. “What are you doing? I…”

His voice gave out when TJ flicked open his button and drew down the zipper with a quiet rasp. “You’re awful worked up,” he said. “Might as well get it out of your system, so you can stop harassing me.”

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About The Author

DJ Jamison writes a variety of queer characters, from gay to bisexual to asexual, with a focus on telling love stories. DJ grew up in the Midwest in a working-class family, and those influences can be found in her writing through characters coping with real-life problems: money troubles, workplace drama, family conflicts, and, of course, falling in love.

DJ spent more than a decade in the newspaper industry before chasing her first dream to write fiction. She spent a lifetime reading before that and continues to avidly devour her fellow authors’ books each night. She lives in Kansas with her husband, two sons, one snake, and a sadistic cat named Birdie.

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Blog Tour: The Pathfinders by Geoffrey Knight

The Pathfinders | Geoffrey Knight

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Release Date: March 12, 2020

Length: 163 Pages

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JACK

Hell, I knew the divorce from Sophie would break my heart, but I had no idea how lost and lonely I would feel once she was gone. Everything ended amicably, almost too peacefully, but now I’m facing a whole new chapter of my life. The only problem is, I don’t know what that chapters holds, or if anyone will ever be there to catch me if I fall again.

My only savior right now is my cousin and best friend Hux. We’ve known each other just about our whole lives, and his invitation up to the woods to help him rebuild the old cabin by Pathfinders Lake could be the one thing I need to figure out what plans the universe has in store for me… and the path I need to find.

HUX

Hell, I knew Jack’s divorce from Sophie would break his heart, but I had no idea it would bring to the surface all the yearning and pain and hopelessness I’ve felt over the years. The fact is, Jack’s the one and only person I ever want to spend the rest of my life with. But how do you tell your best friend—your cousin—how you truly feel?

I know I need to help him through the dark days following his divorce, but will I be able to keep myself from betraying all his trust by letting my true feelings show? Will inviting him up to the woods to help me rebuild the old cabin by Pathfinders Lake be the end of our relationship? Or will we finally find our very own path in this world together?

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Excerpt

OH. My. Fuck.

Jack was gonna strip. He was seriously gonna strip and go skinny-dipping, right there, right then. I knew that look on his face.

“Ah… Jack? What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“It looks like you’re about to get naked.”

“Finish your beer and grab another,” he told me. “I’m in the mood to feel young and daring again. Like the old days at the quarry. I wanna feel free again, Hux. Don’t you?”

I chugged down the rest of another bottle in one gulp, watching as his shirt came off, revealing that toned, smooth torso of his.

“You seriously wanna go skinny-dipping?”

He unraveled the bandage around his hand. He unbuttoned his shorts, then unzipped them. “Why not?”

He dropped his shorts to the jetty boards and stepped out of them. Then, sliding his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs at the hips, he pushed his underwear down the length of his strong legs, kicked them out from under his feet, and stood upright in all his naked glory.

I stared up at him, trying to keep my mouth shut, my eyes close to watering as I marveled at his perfect form, his handsome face smiling somewhat nervously back down at me. His muscles were white in the bright sunlight. His nipples were hard even though the air was hot and still. His cock, the one I had tried so many times not to stare at, was flaccid and thick, but I could see it was gaining length with each passing moment that I stared at it.

I wondered whether I was allowed to stare at it, now that I had come out.

Or whether it was completely off limits forever.

As if to answer my question, Jack said, “It’s okay, you can look at it. I don’t mind. In fact, I think I kinda like it. I’m a single man now. So are you. We’re already stripped bare. What do clothes matter now?”

God, he shrugged so casually I could have kissed him.

Before I had a chance, Jack launched himself off the jetty and dived into the lake.

My heart was a thunderstorm of excitement.

Of terror.

Of panic when he didn’t surface after a few moments.

Suddenly he broke through the water and flicked his black hair out of his eyes, and with that enticing grin of his he said, “Well? Are you coming in?”

I sucked in a breath. “I would, but I’m kinda… you know.”

Jack just laughed. “Hard again?”

I nodded almost guiltily, but Jack just responded with, “I’d be insulted if you weren’t, knowing what I know now. So, are you coming in or what?”

He splashed me with water and drenched my shirt and shorts. He seemed determined to get me wet, either in or out of clothes.

“Okay, okay. Calm down, Flipper.”

He made a dolphin noise then turned and dipped under the water, the moons of his bare ass briefly breaking the surface before he submerged.

“You fucking tease,” I muttered to myself as I watched his air bubbles leave a trail through the water, heading away from me. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

Or did he?

He surfaced again and called out once more, “Come on!” before breast-stroking his way to the middle of the lake.

I took a deep breath and stood from the edge of the jetty. I hesitated a moment longer, enough to make me try and imagine what would happen next. Naturally one of the many fantasies I’d kept buried deep my entire life began playing in my head.

The cool, shimmering water.

The movement of our feet treading water to keep us afloat.

The kiss I would suddenly steal, wet and tender.

And his reaction?

“Just keep your shit together,” I warned myself quietly. “He’s trying to prove that things are still normal between us. Don’t fuck it up.”

With another breath I peeled my T-shirt off and began to unzip my shorts. The bulge in my crotch was impossible to hide so there was no point trying. All I could do was act like it was no big deal. Like everything was still normal between us, right?

Anxiously I pushed my shorts down to my ankles and stepped out of them.

As I did, my enormous hard-on slapped up against my hairy belly.

“Woah,” called Jack from the lake. “You really do need to keep a leash on that thing, don’t ya.”

I felt myself blush, but I knew there was no malice in his remark. Hell, he was just using humor to deal with the situation, to make it feel like this was no biggie, excuse the pun. After all, he would have made the same joke before he knew I was gay, so why hold back from using it now?

“Jealous much,” I joked back. “Envy won’t make yours any bigger, you know.”

Yes, everything was just as it had always been.

At least that was the line we were both trying to walk. We sounded like teenagers unable to face the situation with any amount of seriousness. We relied on wisecracks to avoid my coming out turning our friendship into a train wreck. We chose levity over gravity, as men often do. Was I truly expecting anything else?

I wondered if he had detected the overcompensation in my words. I wondered if he knew he was trying too hard to overcompensate too. Or whether he was convinced by his own denial that me being gay changed nothing.

I honestly didn’t know what he was thinking.

I wasn’t sure he even knew himself.

All I knew was, I couldn’t stand there a moment longer thinking about it.

Quickly I dived into the lake, swimming as far as I could under the water before breaking the surface and freestyling toward him. I stopped swimming and started treading water a short distance from him. I wouldn’t allow myself to get any closer.

“Okay, so you win. I’m wet. I’m naked. We’re skinny-dipping. Happy now?” I asked.

It was Jack who paddled closer to me, stopping within a few feet of me. Our arms swished the water and my fingers accidentally brushed his forearm. I felt my hard dick flinch. I tried to glance down, to see if my cock was noticeable through the water. The lake was crisp and clear and the shape of my dick rippled under the waves, unmistakeably hard.

But then again, so was Jack’s.

Water splashed into my mouth. I swallowed some of it and coughed up the rest, quickly looking up before I got caught eyeing Jack’s hard-on.

It was too late.

“Yes, I’m happy now,” he said, answering my question. “See? Not threatened. Nothing’s changed. Just like the old days.”

Playfully he lunged at me in the water and pushed me under. I got a breath of air just before disappearing under the surface, then wrestled my way out of his grip. For a moment I was there, submerged and directly facing his distinctly erect penis.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I broke the surface with a splash, sucked in a lungful of air and said, “Okay, wait. Stop. I have to say something.”

Jack was about to splash me again but he saw the troubled look on my face and stopped. “Hux? What’s the matter?”

“This,” I said, gesturing to the two of us. “This is the matter. Us pretending that nothing’s changed when in fact a lot has changed. Jack, I just told you I’m gay. I know it’s still the same old me, but that doesn’t mean I want to shrug off that fact that the two of us should maybe try to deal with who I am now. I can finally be myself around you. I don’t want to keep pretending to be someone when you’re only seeing half the man I am. I want you to know all of me.”

For a moment I almost kept going. I almost blurted out how much I loved him, how I had been in love with him since the day we met. But I slammed the door on that fast. Coming out to him was already a big deal and he was trying to deal with it as best he could. He didn’t need me to bury him in an avalanche of secrets and revelations.

And so I held it in.

We treaded water for a few moments longer, just looking at one another.

Then quietly Jack said, “I do wanna know all of you, Hux.” He paused and added, “But that’s not all I want. There’s something else.”

“What is it?”

“I want you to kiss me.”

I creased my brow and squinted my eyes at him, as though the words I’d heard couldn’t possibly be the same words he just said. “What did you say?”

It took him a while to repeat it, as though he was considering backing out and changing his words to something else. But he didn’t. “I said I want you to kiss me. Will you kiss me?”

I kinda gave a half-smile of disbelief. My face didn’t know what it wanted to do. “What are you saying? Are you saying now that I’m out you’re feeling all… I dunno… gay curious? I think you’ve had one too many beers. Are you drunk?”

Jack shrugged and his arms made angel-wing movements through the water. He looked more beautiful to me in that confused moment than ever before. I had no idea why I insisted on asking questions and delaying something I’d dreamt of almost my entire life. Maybe I was having trouble accepting that what was happening was indeed real and not another fantasy. Maybe now that my wish might finally come true, I was petrified of what consequences it might hold. Or maybe I was holding back, terrified he was about to burst out laughing at any second and tell me he was just joking. My heart couldn’t have survived that kind of taunting and rejection.

But Jack didn’t laugh.

His gaze didn’t flinch, and neither did the earnest expression on his face. “I’m not drunk. Well, not that drunk. But maybe I am a little… I dunno… gay curious, maybe? I don’t really know. I don’t know what I want anymore. I don’t really know who I am. I’ve been with Sophie for so long, I’m not sure who I’ve grown into. Part of me doesn’t even want to find out.” He swam closer to me then and added, “But part of me does.”

My heart was a drummer with delusions of grandeur. My stomach was a sheet in a washing machine, twisting itself into knots. I didn’t know what to say other than, “You want a kiss?”

Jack paused. Then nodded. “I do. But not here. Take me inside. Take me to your bed.”

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About The Author

Geoffrey Knight is the author of more than 25 gay fiction novels, novellas and short stories, ranging in genre from gay adventure, gay romance, gay suspense and gay comedies. He is the recipient of two Rainbow Awards including Best Mystery Winner and Best Overall Gay Fiction Runner-up. His work has been featured in several anthologies including Best Gay Erotica 2013, and he appeared as Guest of Honor at the inaugural Rainbow Con in Florida, 2014.

Geoffrey has worked in advertising, politics and journalism, but nothing is as fun as telling stories. He lives with his partner, their young daughter and their small furry family in a rambling old house in North Queensland, Australia, where the paint is fraying and life is good.

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Facebook: https://facebook.com/Geoffy.knight

Twitter: @FathomsFive

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Geoffrey-Knight/e/B002F89TV6

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Release Blitz: The Pathfinders by Geoffrey Knight

The Pathfinders | Geoffrey Knight

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Release Date: March 12, 2020

Length: 163 Pages

Universal Link: http://mybook.to/ThePathfinders

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JACK

Hell, I knew the divorce from Sophie would break my heart, but I had no idea how lost and lonely I would feel once she was gone. Everything ended amicably, almost too peacefully, but now I’m facing a whole new chapter of my life. The only problem is, I don’t know what that chapters holds, or if anyone will ever be there to catch me if I fall again.

My only savior right now is my cousin and best friend Hux. We’ve known each other just about our whole lives, and his invitation up to the woods to help him rebuild the old cabin by Pathfinders Lake could be the one thing I need to figure out what plans the universe has in store for me… and the path I need to find.

HUX

Hell, I knew Jack’s divorce from Sophie would break his heart, but I had no idea it would bring to the surface all the yearning and pain and hopelessness I’ve felt over the years. The fact is, Jack’s the one and only person I ever want to spend the rest of my life with. But how do you tell your best friend—your cousin—how you truly feel?

I know I need to help him through the dark days following his divorce, but will I be able to keep myself from betraying all his trust by letting my true feelings show? Will inviting him up to the woods to help me rebuild the old cabin by Pathfinders Lake be the end of our relationship? Or will we finally find our very own path in this world together?

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MY heart damn near stopped.

Hell, like it wasn’t enough to embarrass the fuck out of myself in the boat with that damn hard-on of mine and the boat near capsizing… like it wasn’t enough to see him standing there naked in the shower, so relaxed and uninhibited as he was on every occasion I’d managed to catch a glimpse of that chest, those thighs, that dick… now he was just standing there in nothing but a towel, watching me try to keep the fire alive, and all I could do was pretend not to see him out of the corner of my eye.

Finally, he pushed himself off the porch post and headed back into the cabin. Through the open door of the cabin I saw him cross the tiny living room where he casually slid the towel from his waist. Mesmerized, I watched as his perfect, rounded ass cheeks were unveiled in the lamplight.

I chugged on a puff of smoke in my throat, trying not to cough too loudly in case he heard.

He didn’t turn back.

He just kept walking into the bedroom—my bedroom—to get changed, his muscled ass cheeks shifting left and right in his faultless stride.

Did he know I was watching?

Did he know what a fucking tease he was?

Or was he completely oblivious to what he was doing to my heart, my nerves, my cock right now?

As he disappeared beyond the open door to the bedroom, I stepped away from the fire to get some air, stumbling toward the edge of the lake.

Dusk had turned the sky violet and the reflection of the evening’s first stars rippled on the dark water. Somewhere out there a fish jumped in search of dinner, trying its luck at the last of the fireflies before they disappeared for the night.

I took deep breaths and counted them in an attempt to calm myself down, but the fact was with every passing minute I was finding it harder and harder to keep my feelings from exploding.

“You know what explosions do, Hux,” I warned myself. “They fuck things up. Majorly.”

“Who are you talking to?”

I turned to see Jack standing a few feet behind me, already dressed in khaki shorts and a blue shirt. He’d only done the buttons halfway up, the breeze gently blowing to reveal his smooth, bare chest. The rolled-up sleeves exposed his muscled forearms. I must have paused too long, trying to blink him away. He reached out and took my shoulder in one hand, casually massaging it.

“Hux? You okay? That smoke seriously got to you, huh?”

I nodded quickly. “Yeah, I guess so. I’m fine. You wanna beer?”

We made our way back to the campfire. I cracked open a couple of beers and handed one to Jack, then we each pulled up one of the camping chairs I’d set by the fire, looking out toward the lake.

Dusk had melted into night, and the stars shimmered bright on the lake’s surface now.

We drank beer and talked about simple things. Things that didn’t matter at all. That’s what men do, right? We talk about the upcoming football season, or the intention to buy a new truck someday on account of a rattle in the suspension that can’t be fixed, or the forecast of rain and how the weather people don’t know shit compared to the local experts. Yep, that’s what men do. We scout around anything that might tap into any real emotion.

At least until the beers really kick in.

That’s when you find yourself all alone with your best friend in the world… the only person you’ve ever really trusted. The only person you can really talk to.

“I keep thinking I should call her,” Jack said softly, his eyes fixed on the dark, quiet lake.

We had cooked the fish and eaten till we were full, and now we sat in our fold-out chairs with the fire crackling behind us and the crickets gently singing their night song to one another in the pitch-black woods.

I swigged my beer. I had lost count how many bottles we’d had. Dangerous I know, but they had helped settle my nerves. I was calm and relaxed, and hoped to stay that way. “When was the last time you spoke to her?”

“I dunno. Two weeks ago, I guess.” He paused, then admitted. “I do know. It was eleven days ago. She dropped by to collect her mail. She assured me she’d change her delivery address at the post office, and I wouldn’t have to collect her letters anymore. I told her she didn’t have to do that… I didn’t mind at all. But she insisted on changing her address. She said it had to be done.” He sighed. “It sounds so stupid, I know she’s right, but fuck it hurt to hear. Like it was another one of those moments that said, ‘We’re through. This is over now. We’re done here. Time to move on.’” He looked at me, his eyes a little glassy and a lot lost. “Thing is, I don’t know how to move on. I’ve got no fucking idea, Hux.”

“Yes you do,” I said, sitting forward and leaning toward him. “You’re already doing it. You’re here with me. We’re gonna fix up Uncle Leroy’s cabin and we’re gonna make a home for ourselves. We start by putting a roof over our heads—preferably one without raccoons—and we take things one day at a time. That’s how you move on.”

“Is it? Is that moving on… or running away?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Are we crazy to think we can make this place our home? Am I crazy to think I should sell the store and just abandon everything I’ve ever known? My dad built that business from the ground up. Who am I to just sell it and run away?”

“Jack, you’re not running away from anything. You’re taking the next step. You’re starting a whole new chapter. You have to. Life has sent the winds of change blowing down your street, and if you don’t let it carry you someplace new, it’ll blow right by you and leave you behind. Every day of your life will be the same. You’ll wake up in the morning, open the hardware store, go home and do it all again the next day and the next day and the day after that, until before you know it you’re an old man and your days are done. Just like your father. The hardware store was his life… not yours. This is your chance to start living the way you want to.”

I leaned closer still and found courage in my own words. I rested my hand on my cousin’s knee. I gripped him tighter than I intended to, as though I didn’t want to let him go, as though I couldn’t afford to lose him… not now, not ever.

He placed his hand on top of mine and for a second my lungs forgot how to breathe again.

Gently he rubbed the top of my hand, then tapped it twice with his long, slender fingers. “What would I do without you, Hux?”

About the Author

Geoffrey Knight is the author of more than 25 gay fiction novels, novellas and short stories, ranging in genre from gay adventure, gay romance, gay suspense and gay comedies. He is the recipient of two Rainbow Awards including Best Mystery Winner and Best Overall Gay Fiction Runner-up.

His work has been featured in several anthologies including Best Gay Erotica 2013, and he appeared as Guest of Honor at the inaugural Rainbow Con in Florida, 2014.

Geoffrey has worked in advertising, politics and journalism, but nothing is as fun as telling stories. He lives with his partner, their young daughter and their small furry family in a rambling old house in North Queensland, Australia, where the paint is fraying and life is good.

Social Media

Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/Geoffy.knight

Twitter: @FathomsFive

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Geoffrey-Knight/e/B002F89TV6

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Another delicious walk on the dark side from Kat and Agnes

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Only Kat and Agnes Merikan could give their readers a romance between two men who you should be be rooting to end up in jail but who you’re desperate to see get their HEA.

The Sex and Mayhem series is among my favourite walk on the darker side of life. With this book, we’re back with the Smoke Valley MC and it’s Rain’s older brother Leo who gets the focus.

There’s so much I want to say about this book, but like any Merikan narrative, I think they all work better when you go in blind.

Let’s just say, if watching lost boys who don’t know they’re lost fall for guys who don’t realise they’re bisexual until they get hit over the head with a visceral attraction, is your thing, this book’s totally for you.

I loved every twisted, bad boy biker bit of it.

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

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A dream paranormal romance which hit all my favourite elements

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Well, that was an absolute dream of a romance from Jocelynn Drake.

Thoroughly jam-packed with all the things I love to read in a paranormal – great world-building, compelling characters, actual repercussions for actions taken, seriously hot and sexy creatures of the night and two men I was rooting for from the start.

That Marcus has three equally interesting and complex brothers who will also be getting the spotlight shone on them was only the start of the bonus treats from this wonderful writer.

It’s no secret I’m a big fan of Jocelynn’s work both with Rinda Elliott in the Unbreakable Bonds, Ward Security and Pineapple Grove series’, but I also utterly adore her solo books and this one went right onto the favourites shelf.

There’s just the right amount of danger, just the right amount of adrenaline-pumping action and just enough plot left open – without leaving any major cliffhanger for this particular narrative that is – to know that there’s more to come.

It has a hint of Dom/Sub throughout, both with the undercover work which Marcus and Ethan carry out when the younger man plays his collared pet but also after Marcus loses the shame he felt as a gay man growing up two centuries earlier.

All in all, this is an astonishingly good paranormal and I read it in about two hours because I couldn’t put it down (and made myself late for work (I work from home so…)

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A lovely exploration of falling in love from Ed

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My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I do like it when Ed writes a solid, low angst, sweet and a little bit steamy romance.

Book three in the new Hart’s Bay series is just that as it’s the first which doesn’t have a direct connection to the Hart family and the history of the town.

Ezra is a quirky and colourful character, but he’s also a little bit wounded from a loss in his younger life which marked him and which fuels his fears.

Rusty, on the other hand, isn’t sure what life has in store but he’s back in his home town to risk all on a project as a seaweed farmer.

He’s also always identified as straight but he knows he’s attracted to Ezra the first time he lays eyes on the red-haired artist.

Ezra’s crush is just as quick and they become close friends. I liked the twist of this being both a slowness burn but also a fairly fast acknowledgement that there were feelings.

The tension in the plot mostly comes from internal fears but also a couple of sea-related incidents which work well enough to alter the pace.

While the rest of the gang is around, there not as heavily involved in this book as they were with the first two, although there are enough hints given that book four will be Aaron’s before it’s confirmed in the Afterward.

I’m really liking this new series from Ed and eager for more.

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

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Release Blitz: Second Song by Edie Danford

Second Song | Edie Danford

Sugarhouse Blues Series

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Genre: MM Contemporary Romance

Release Date: 07.10.19

Cover Designer: Natasha Snow

Buy Links:

 Amazon US:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Y982YV6

 

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Blurb

A wounded singer’s second act. A bodyguard’s redemption. Two grieving souls find healing in love’s sweetest song.

Sage

Four years ago, a brutal attack shot down my soaring music career. My bodyguard, a man I loved like a brother, was killed, and serious injuries left my voice permanently damaged.

Songs silenced, I retreated to my Vermont home, unsure I’d ever perform again.

Now I’m ready to go public with my new act. But, yeah, I’m a little nervous. So to handle security for a trial-run tour, I’m hiring a guy I trust absolutely—Antonio Callan, my former bodyguard’s brother.

But when Antonio shows up, all super-chill fierceness and warm, understanding eyes, I’m up against an unexpected risk—losing my heart.

Antonio

Touring backwoods bars with a reclusive singer is the wrong gig at the wrong time. But how can I refuse the wounded kid my brother thought of as family?

After a week in Vermont, I’m feeling more helpless than heroic.

Sage has grown up, and I’m crazy-attracted to him. His broken-but-beautiful voice knocks me out, and his quiet courage sings to my soul. The more time we spend in close quarters, the harder it becomes to resist our attraction.

Soon, Sage’s second act is rocketing to the top of the charts, and being his hero takes on a whole new meaning. It’s up to me to take his cue and find the courage to reach for a star.

Second Song is the first in the two-book Sugarhouse Blues series and can be read as a stand-alone. Contains angsty-hot pining (and Vermont pines), first-time lovin’, sappy songs (and Vermont maples), and the healing power of loooooove.

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Excerpt

I work on my new song, take a shower, try to nap.

None of it relaxes me. There’s a good chance I might be overthinking what might or might not happen on tonight’s date. But I’m a twenty-three-year-old virgin who has never been out with a guy for real, so maybe I need to give myself a break?

I’m stewing over restaurant ratings and debating whether I should text Antonio and ask what he’d like for dinner—such a reasonable thing to do—when my phone pings with a text notification. It’s from Antonio. He’s here a little early. My dick perks and my mouth gets dry. My palms are sweaty and rubbing them on my jeans doesn’t help.

God, I’m a mess. Luckily, this won’t be a shocker to my visitor.

I lurch to the door and open it, vibrating as I hang on to the doorframe and look down the hall toward the bank of elevators.

There’s a soft chime and my dick pokes at my jeans, Pavlov’s drooling, panting dog. Two seconds later, he’s heading my direction. He doesn’t notice me because he’s looking at his phone.

He’s back to his Antonio uniform—dark jeans, boots, and what looks like a black sweater under his open jacket. And, oh shit. It’s a biker jacket. Black leather, of course, but battered to gray in spots and slim-fitting, clinging to his big arms and his slender torso.

I’m totally gonna steal it.

And then I’m gonna steal him. My hands clench with the need to rip it all off him, even as my brain screams, “Dude is waaaaaay too hot for you, Sage.”

“Shut up,” I mutter.

He glances up. When he sees me, he smiles.

He shoves his phone in his pocket and runs his hand over his hair. I like the new, stylish cut, but if I had my way, it would be longer, messier. If you’ve got hair that’s thick and silky and wavy and black as night, why not have more of it?

“Hey,” he says. “Hallway lurker. What are you doing?”

When he reaches me, he puts his hands on my waist and pushes me back slowly, the smile not only on his mouth, but in his eyes.

I inhale as I step back into the suite. Damp cotton and leather. City. Antonio. The blend overpowers all the flowery hotel scents, and I love it.

“Mm.”

“Mmmm.” His head dips, and he kisses me as he shuts the door behind us.

I think he means it to be a fast kiss hello, but when I grip the thick, smooth leather of his collar, I get another kiss. A tiny bit of tongue this time, a deeper breath. My hands linger on his neck—warm skin, impressive muscle. Kisses travel along my jaw and linger on my ear. He inhales again, breathing me in.

I’m dizzy now. I’ve forgotten all my worries, forgotten to say hello. My fingers are in his hair, rubbing at where it’s short, grabbing at where it’s longer. I turn my face and find his lips again, wanting his breath, his tongue, his sounds.

When he gives it all to me, I sob in relief and the kiss remixes into something hardcore. Our tongues can’t move fast enough, our teeth clash, but the beat is good, good, good.

His hands seek skin under my sweater, gripping the curve of my lower back before riding up to find the sensitive spots along my shoulder blades. I shudder.

“Sage. Baby. Damn.” He nibbles the words against my cheekbone, my eyebrow, my forehead. “Let’s get out of the entry. My coat…”

“Fuuuuck.” I take an unsteady step back. “Sorry. Hi.”

He chuckles, one hand sweeping over my hair as he shrugs out of the jacket. “It’s gonna be okay. But we need to slow down.”

“I was thinking speed might be nice.” There might be a slight whine in this comment.

He kisses my cheek. Speedily, but not the way I meant it.

“I’m going to hang this up.” He steps to the closet. “We’re going to take a moment to breathe. And then we’re going to have a conversation.” He glances at me as he hooks the jacket over a hanger.

“A conversation?”

“Yeah.” His smile makes his eyes crinkle. “That’s one of the things people do on a first date.”

About The Author

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Edie lives in Vermont with her husband, two sons, and random creatures that might or might not be pets.

She loves libraries (where she’s found play, work, and love since she was a kid), long walks (unless ice is involved), lewd language (in the right context), luscious romance (of any variety), and alliteration.

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