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Really enjoyable and very sweet romance to introduce this new series

57380508._SY475_Finn’s Fantasy by K.C. Wells

My rating: 3.5 of 5 stars

This is a sweet romance with an age gap and an older man finally living his true self after a 20 year marriage.

There’s lots of awwww moments, not much angst and I felt the reactions of his kids ran true in how they responded first to the initial divorce and then once Joel’s sexuality was revealed.

Finn was a total sweetheart, although to me, he and all his friends read older than their mid 20s, and I liked his friendly and helpful nature and his shyness.

Joel was also a great character, his fears about finally living an out life were understandable, as were his concerns about what his teenage kids would think. I also very much appreciated that his ex wife was a wonderfully supportive person and they still had a great friendship.

The sex is both emotional and steamy and it felt right at the pace it developed and it has a great sense of place and setting, with a lovely thread of humour running throughout.

Definitely looking forward to more.

#ARC kindly received from the author via GRR Tours in return for an honest and unbiased review

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A slightly more angsty single dad romance and it’s a hit

53382267._SY475_Always by R.J. Scott

My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars

The Single Dads series from RJ is one of my favourites of all her excellent output, and this is another wonderful addition.

It’s a little bit more angsty than the previous three imho, the subjects it deals with are more serious, dealing as they do with chronic pain and disability as well as criminal behaviour.

But that’s not to say it’s all dramatic. There are some quite special moments of romance when two bruised and battered hearts realise they’ve found a safe home.

And also when Cam’s son Finn realises he can make loyal friends who won’t dump him because of something he had no control over.

Adam’s family are awesome, and we get to catch up with Asher, Eric and Leo and all their loved ones too.

Now, bring on Nick and his happy ending!

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

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Release Blitz: Pinot & Pineapple Lumps by Jay Hogan

Pinot & Pineapple Lumps | Jay Hogan

Southern Lights #4

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Release Date: March 19th, 2021

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

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Blurb

Penn from Adelaide. That’s all I knew.

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

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

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

Yeah, about that.

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

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

Latin young good looking handsome backpacker traveler male with beard, drinking in a fine glass cup with red wine served by generic wine glass bottle, in a lake shore in Chilean Patagonia, wearing a grey jacket and blue jeans. On back, Los Andes mountain range near to Torres del Paine National Park and Bariloche, Argentina in a sunset afternoon. Medium Shoot landscape with a copy space.

Excerpt

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just do it.”

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

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

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

Tipsy Kurt was too damn cute.

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

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

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

“Nope, that’s all.”

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

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

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

“My favourite part.”

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

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

Good lord.

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

“I can’t wait.”

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

“I believe we’ve covered that.”

“Hush. And chocolate—”

“Chocolate?”

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

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

“See? I told you I’d ace this.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“But there was also something nasty.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Latin young good looking handsome backpacker traveler male with a beard, sitting on wood bench enjoying the landscape view in lake shore in Chilean Patagonia, wearing a grey jacket and blue jeans, drinking a fine glass of red wine, near to generic wine glass bottle. On back, Los Andes mountain range near to Torres del Paine National Park and Bariloche, Argentina in a midday. Open Shoot landscape with a copy space.

About The Author

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

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

Welcome to my world.

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

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