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Release Blitz: Winter Of The Owl by Iris Foxglove

Winter Of The Owl | Iris Foxglove

Seasons Of The Likoi #1

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Release Date: December 21st, 2021

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Sava has the best house in all of Lukos. He built it himself, dreaming of the day when he and Milan, the man he loved, could live there and brave the harsh winters of Lukos together—only to be devastated when Milan was found dead in the spring. Fraught with grief, Sava resigns himself to spending his winters alone.

Then a stranger appears on his doorstep, and everything changes.

Victor is a scholar from Gerakia, a land known for its long summers and vibrant history, and he has never been more unprepared in his life. Abandoned on the inhospitable island of Lukos after a disastrous relationship, Victor has to adapt quickly to survive. It helps, of course, that he’s taken in by Sava, who has the biggest heart of any man Victor has ever known. Victor and Sava start to make a home together, growing close as snow falls outside, but the true danger of a Lukos winter is closer than they suspect…

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“Ah, Snow-Walker. You’re home. Good.” Dragan Wolf-Breaker, kuvar of the Lukoi, stood on Sava’s porch. He was a man of indiscriminate age, with thick, dark hair worn pulled back and braided out of his face and the pale, ice-blue eyes possessed by all those of his line. Wolf eyes, they were called, and according to some they was a sign he was meant to rule the Lukoi. He was clean-shaven, as most of them were before the snows, and dressed in simple leathers and fur, with high, sturdy boots topped with fur, a knife sheathed at his side.

Also at his side was a slight man Sava had never seen before. He had lovely reddish-brown skin, curly dark hair that was blowing about in the wind, and huge brown eyes flecked with gold and green—they reminded Sava of the hills right before winter took them, the faded grasses that looked so lovely in the light of the setting sun—over which he wore two pieces of round glass connected by a wire. He was shivering, dressed poorly in what appeared to be threadbare fabrics and a pair of boots that were too big for him. Sava thought he’d seen Elena—the kuvar’s daughter—wear those boots a time or two.

“Zora found a man,” Dragan said. “Let us come in before he freezes on your porch, Snow-Walker.”

Sava nodded and stepped back, and the pair entered the house. The shivering man with the messy hair looked longingly at the fire but seemed to shy away from going closer.

“Go and get warm.” Dragan pointed toward the fire, sounding perhaps a bit exasperated. His dominance was heavy enough that even Sava could feel it, and it made the young man sway a bit before he moved.

“Zora found him?” Sava asked, curious, as the man walked over and knelt before the fire, muttering in a language Sava didn’t know. “Where?”

“On the beach.” Dragan shrugged. “He was left by a boat. He’s a book-writer.”

“No, that word is wrong that I am,” the man said, glancing up, like he couldn’t help himself. He winced the second Sava and Dragan looked at him and immediately lowered his gaze, muttering something to the floor.

“Why would a boat leave a book-writer?” Sava asked. “It is soon to be winter. Snow says nothing; it is silent.”

The man’s head snapped up again, and he said something in a language Sava didn’t understand. At their blank looks, he added, “Those words pretty are.”

Sava glanced at Dragan, who shook his head. “He is from a place, Zora said, where they sit around in rooms and talk about other people.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Dragan said. “But he said he would be here unless another boat comes for him.”

“No boat will come here anytime soon,” Sava said, as the sky rumbled above them. “Only snow.”

“Yes. I think he was a problem. So, you know the laws, Sava.”

Sava did know the laws. There weren’t many, but one that all Lukoi adhered to was the one that kept their civilization in existence long after the country that exiled their ancestors to this snow-covered island had fallen into ruin: those exiled to die, survive. If someone had sent this man here to die, he was now one of them.

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About the Author

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Iris Foxglove is a shared pen name between two authors, Avon Gale and Fae Loxley. Together, they’re writing fantasy with an emphasis on biological imperative kink (“BDSM alternate universe” or “D/s-verse”), complex worldbuilding and unforgettable characters.

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Release Blitz: Unshackled by Cara Dee

Unshackled | Cara Dee

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Release Date: November 19th, 2021

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In the wake of the bloodiest war the Sons of Munster had seen in a long time, we were supposed to celebrate our victory and move on with our lives. I wanted to see my brothers-in-arms dance and drink way too much. I wanted to hear laughter and Irish music. Instead, we were a syndicate crushed by grief.

Shannon O’Shea had lost more than most, and every fiber of my being screamed at me to pull him from the depths of his despair. As the father of my best friend, he’d been there for me when my parents kicked me out for being gay. Now it was my turn. I had to find the answers. I had to rescue him.

The day he asked for a favor and demanded discretion, the plan unfolded before my eyes, and I couldn’t resist the temptation. No names, no faces. He wouldn’t know it was me in the darkness. At the same time, the shackles around my wrists tightened as old enemies slithered back out of the gutters of my city, and my brothers and I were once again on the warpath.

Unshackled spares no one, and along the way, you’ll get everything from high-speed car chases, secret meetings in the dark, and the rawest hours of grief, to strong family ties, humor, and unconditional love.

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Seventeen minutes later, I returned to my own place a changed man. A deaf man.

I rubbed my ear and tossed my keys on the hallway table.

Shan was sitting on the couch, sipping a drink. Vodka, judging by the bottle on the coffee table.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked.

He glanced over at me, and the languidness of his movements told me everything I needed to know. He’d been at it for a while.

I removed the bottle and returned it to the cabinet.

“I need a favor,” he muttered. “I…I can’t ask sober.”

I frowned and sat down next to him. How bad could it be? Our guys in the syndicate turned to me for favors all the time. With my position, I was more connected than the boss himself, ’cause Finn had to stay clean. He couldn’t get his hands dirty for nothing.

“Whatever you need, sir. You know that.”

He nodded with a dip of his chin, then finished his drink and set the glass on the table. “You’ve set men up with mistresses and girlfriends before.”

Shite.

I’d been waiting for this, yet I hadn’t expected it so soon.

“Aye.” I eyed him carefully. His pain was as evident as usual.

But maybe it wasn’t so soon after all. It’d been over a year since Grace had died.

“Do you want me to arrange something for you?” I asked. “I can get it done in a couple of hours.”

He swallowed hard. “I miss human touch, but I don’t wanna see anyone.”

I felt my forehead crease. I could relate to the yearning, but I wasn’t sure if he was talking literally about the last part. “You mean you don’t want a relationship, or you want it anonymous?”

“Both,” he rasped. Then he cleared his throat. “I’m not looking for intimacy. Just physical. No faces, no names, no talking, no off-the-books apartment, nothing social.”

I nodded slowly, the alternatives appearing in my head—or disappearing, one by one. I wanted to say intimacy was exactly what he needed, but it was his choice. There were still options.

“That leaves you with massage parlors and fetish clubs,” I answered.

“It has to be dark,” he insisted. “Pitch black.”

Okay. He really didn’t wanna risk seeing a face. Fine, I could work with that. A certain underground club came to mind, and it was run by a friend of Colm’s. Aside from the main club being an essential location for our drug trade, it had an upstairs area with a VIP section, a hallway full of private booths, and a couple rooms with viewing windows for live porn.

“Any other preferences?” I asked. “I reckon you don’t care if she’s a blonde or a redhead in the dark, but body type? Age? You want her screened and on birth control so you can go without rubbers? You care about safewords? You want a subservient little thing or a bossy—”

“Jesus,” he muttered and rubbed his temples. “It suddenly feels too complicated. And at the risk of making it worse, I’d prefer a man.”

Fuck my life. Fuck my life hard.

About The Author

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I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.

There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.

Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve.

I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, cooking, baking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and family, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

Find Cara on social media here:https://www.caradeewrites.com/cdwlandingpage

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Cara pulls all the emotional strings in this epic Mafia romance

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

So I’ve not read the This Life I series but that didn’t stop me from falling headfirst into this epic Mafic romance.

OMG seriously, this one pulls every emotion going as Kellan Ford (who I recognised from his appearances in Cara’s Auctioned series), pines for his best friend’s dad Shannon.

Although Shannon’s bisexual and his wife always knew, very few others did, so Kellan’s always had a hopeless attraction for him, or so he thought.

This slow unfolding of the desire between them is brilliantly done throughout the book.

What I loved most about this is how Cara never shies away from Shannon’s difficulties in moving on with the loss of Patrick and Grace. There’s no magic dick here, no suddenly okay being in a relationship with another man.

Both men are also dealing with copious amounts of grief following the multiple deaths the Sons of Munster have suffered during a bloody gangland war, including said best friend Patrick and his mother Grace – Shan’s wife and the woman who helped bring Kellan up after he was thrown out for being gay.

The tensions throughout this book are tight with fear, with guilt and secrets, with foreboding as members of the rival Italian family the Sons thought they’d finished off are seen skulking around Philly.

Honestly, I had no clue where this book was going to go but I was more than happy to come along for the ride – literally including high-speed car chases, dodgy dealings, torture and more murders.

None of these characters is even remotely what could be considered a good man even Shannon, who’s been a psychiatrist helping thousands of people over the years the Sons have been operating, doesn’t have clean hands.

But I was surprised by how little I cared – so long as Kellan and Shannon were able to move beyond their traumas and work out that they were more than just extended family and could be actual family.

This book is scorching hot too. There’s a Daddy/boy vibe with without any of the other kinks that go along with it, Kellan wants to take care of his Daddy but he wants to be able to lean on him too.

Definitely one to savour.

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

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