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Roe delivers another emotionally hot omegaverse romance

Levity CoverLevity by Roe Horvat

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is definitely the most sexual of the two books in this series but it also has an underlying message about self-worth and how to achieve it.

I will say from the start there were aspects of the kink in this narrative which aren’t my favourite, however, as ever Roe handles them with skill and creates a hugely emotional and powerfully connected couple who use said kinks to cement their bond.

Leo is a lost soul, he’s been badly treated in the past and believed he deserved it, he loves humiliation kink and servitude but it’s all tied in to his belief he’s a horrible person and worthless.

Once he meets Davidson and discovers he’s a Dragon Mate, you can see the slow dawning of trust between them growing, even while Leo struggles to come to terms with the fact that dragons are real and the dreams he’s had his whole life have been of his fated mate.

Davidson, in turn, finds it difficult to balance his need to make Leo happy with the knowledge that he has to make sure his younger mate knows he can say no and be free to make his own decisions both in and out of the bedroom.

The sex is as you’d expect from Roe, it’s insanely hot, powerfully erotic and hugely emotive, it all serves a purpose and it isn’t just thrown in for the sake of it.

I found the secondary plot in this one to be a little bit weaker than in book one, there’s still the same kind of sense of a danger lurking in the background, in this case it’s Leo’s abusive ex, who he has fled from at the beginning of the book.

For me, though, I was just lacking a bit more of a build up to the reveal which I had guessed was going to be the case a bit earlier on. Still, those moments of tension are carried out with a lot of skill and the pacing is excellent once the threat becomes known.

We get lovely guest appearances from Lawrence and Ernest, as well as the wider Bracknell clan, and there’s a beautiful Epilogue which had me smiling a lot.

This is another fab addition to Roe’s wider shifter/omegaverse and I am very much enjoying the world he’s created.

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

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Ella brings the heat in her new MMF Chicagoverse series

Ethan CoverEthan by Ella Frank

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Ella Frank can write spice, there’s simply no question about that and in Ethan she delivers in spades both between the titular character and his lifelong partner Zayne and also when they introduce Chloé, the girl they call Red into their play.

But, here I’m going to admit, I was confused as to why this book is called Ethan when it includes POVs from each of the three main characters and gives back story to both Ethan and Zayne in equal amounts.

I’m also going to offer up my same commentary that often have on the last few series’ Ella’s released both solo and with Brooke Blaine, and that’s I really don’t see the need to split the books up.

This one finishes on a soft cliffhanger that’s not really one, more just a place to split the story.

I’m pretty sure when Zayne, (book two), comes out, I’m going to find the story could have just carried on without needing it to be broken up but as I was expecting it, I’m not annoyed as I would be with a cliffhanger that comes out of nowhere.

As to the story itself, it’s a really great introduction to Chloé, the daughter of one of my favourite throuples, Ella’s much-loved Priest, Prick and Princess, Joel, Julien and Robbie from her Confessions series.

At just 19-years-old she’s already inherited some of the best traits of her fathers, she’s stubborn, confident, charming but she’s also fairly naive too when it comes to both matters of the heart and matters of the bedroom, something she’s trying to explore when her path crosses with the two men.

Ella delivers a masterclass in how to pull someone’s strings as the two men give Chloé a night she cannot forget.

There is a secondary plot as well, which centres on Zayne’s absolute disgrace of a parent, a rich and powerful Senator who is a bigot and a cold and heartless man. I’m intrigued to see how he copes against the power of the three Ps when it comes to protecting their daughter!

Overall this was a cracking good introduction to this latest Chicargoverse entry and I will say one thing for Ella, thankfully she never drags out the time between releases! Roll on April 😁

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

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Release Blitz: Hot Blood by AE Lister

Hot Blood | AE Lister

The Braided Crop Ranch #4

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Release Date: February 7th, 2023

Publisher: NineStar Press

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 50,300

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Oliver Lambert has taken his photography skills and run with them. By the time he’s thirty, he’s made a name for himself and now has jobs whenever he needs them. He likes to be behind the camera, watching the world through a safe lens, protected from actually engaging with it.

An unexpected referral takes him somewhere he never expected—a kinky fetish ranch in the Muskokas, where men pay to play pony and trainers teach them how to behave.

Adam Marsland needs a visual record of the Braided Crop Ranch and it’s been a while since the website photographs were updated. When he’s given Oliver’s name, he immediately hires the man to come for the summer session to immerse himself in the ranch and its activities.

Oliver is out of his depth, but the challenge of photographing the beautiful men at the BCR is something he can focus on. Safe behind the lens of his camera, Oliver finds the ranch to be seductive and shocking. He can’t help admitting a fascination for the people who make the Braided Crop Ranch what it is.

But just because he knows how to take a great photo doesn’t mean he’s prepared for everything he encounters, especially when it comes to a recalcitrant ponyboy named Puck.

Contains: voyeurism, second-hand embarrassment, awkward conversations, a very introverted photographer, and several surprising developments, along with all the regular kink and pony play elements.

*Note: The timeline of Hotblood is prior to the events in Stable Hand but should be read either as the fourth book in the series or as a standalone.



Editing digital photos to make fruits and vegetables appear perfectly ripe, juicy, and seductive was not where I thought my life would end up.

When I’d chosen photography as the focus of my fine arts degree at the University of Waterloo in Southern Ontario, I had imagined somewhat more exciting subject matter. But most of my assignments these days involved long hours spent hunched on my elbows in the dirt, taking alluring shots of farm produce.

On my very fancy and expensive computer monitor, a ray of morning sunlight bounced off the red skin of a plump tomato. I’d tried several filters and a range of exposures to get it just right, but something wasn’t working.

I clicked on another set of tools and looked for a different approach. While I perused the list, my phone pinged from where it lay on the desk.

I glanced at the screen to see a text from an unknown number:

Mr. Lambert, is it OK if I give you a call in a few moments? My name is Adam Marsland. I was given your name and contact info by Jaden Stevenson. I’m looking for a photographer.

Since referrals had gotten me to where I was in my life at the moment—a recognized purveyor of outstanding photographic interpretations of reality—I texted Mr. Marsland back immediately.

Of course. Give me five minutes.

I input Adam Marsland as a contact and stood from my chair. My neck cracked when I stretched it to the side, and again when I repeated the motion in the other direction. I was only thirty years old, but sitting in one position for too long was bad for anyone. I reached my arms up and over my head, feeling the pull in my muscles.

Moving into the kitchen of my small condo on Toronto’s East Side, I grabbed a tumbler, pressed the button on my fridge for cold water, and watched the stream of liquid splash into the glass. It would be fortuitous if Mr. Marsland could offer me a contract for some images. I was booked up until mid-June but, after that, things looked a bit sparse.

I carried my drink to the living room window and gazed out on the city. Living on the fifteenth floor afforded me the luxury of a stunning view, even if the square footage was small. At least the finishes and upgrades in this unit were of the highest quality and done according to the latest trends. I’d been able to furnish the tiny apartment with quality pieces, like the Eames chair and a tan leather love seat from West Elm, since I didn’t need many.

When my ringtone sounded, I walked back to my desk, put the glass down, and pressed the answer button, remaining on my feet since I’d been sitting for the past hour and a half.

“Mr. Marsland,” I said.

“Mr. Lambert. Good afternoon. How are you today?”

“Fine, thanks. What can I do for you?” I asked, taking a sip from my glass.

Mr. Marsland cleared his throat, and I heard the click of a pen. “I’m hoping you can come to my ranch and take some photos for me. You come highly recommended.”

I smiled, because it was always nice to hear that. “Thanks. Jaden mentioned me?”

“Yes. He thinks you’d be perfect for what we need.”

“I’m pretty booked up at the moment. What time frame are we looking at?”

“I’d need you to spend part of the summer here, if you’re available, and interested. You’ll be compensated well and we can put you in a room at the main house during your stay.”


“I do have most of the summer free at the moment. Are you talking three weeks? Six?”

Papers rustled on Mr. Marsland’s end. “Six weeks. From mid-July to the end of August.”

I walked back to my computer and put the glass down beside it. “And I’d be photographing horses? Riders? The landscape, too, I suppose?”

There was a pause, and he laughed. “We’re not that kind of ranch, Mr. Lambert.”

I narrowed my eyes at the red tomato that had tortured me with its saucy round form all morning. Mr. Marsland’s comment intrigued me.

“Call me Oliver. And what exactly do you mean?”

“The name of my…business…is the Braided Crop Ranch. We’re really a club, of sorts, with a resort hotel on the premises.”

Hmm. “Oh. And you offer riding as part of the resort experience?”

Mr. Marsland laughed. “No. No riding. Only ponies.”

“I’m sorry. I’m a bit confused about—”

“We’re a fetish ranch, Oliver. Pony play. Human ponies. In leather harnesses and other…accoutrements.”

I blinked quickly, my eyes flitting from the tomato to the glass of water on my desk as my mouth went dry.

“Oh. I see.”

Holy… That was not where I thought this conversation was going. A fetish ranch? My mind conjured up bizarre images of people in horse costumes. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

Adam laughed again. “Look, why don’t I text you the link to our website, where we have some older images, and you can call me back if you’re interested. And just text me a ‘No, thanks’ if you’re not.”

That…made sense. My mind reeled from the information but also honed in razor-sharp on the fact that this would be a very different assignment from anything I’d done in the past.

“All right. That sounds fine.”

“I hope to hear from you within the next hour. But if I don’t, no harm, no foul. What we’d be looking for are updated, artistic images for the website and our brochures—maybe a selection of shots to sell in our gift shop. Have a look, and if you think you can work with us, call me back. At any rate, it was great to speak with you, Oliver.”

“Same, Mr. Marsland.”

“Adam. Please.”

“Okay. Thanks, Adam. I’ve got your text, so I’ll have a look.”

“Excellent. Hope to speak to you soon.”

I closed the call and clicked the link in the text from Adam. My browser opened, and a “Welcome” page loaded.

The Braided Crop Ranch scrolled in elegant but readable script overtop an idyllic scene of what looked like a regular farmhouse and barns in a woodland setting. Then a warning window popped up, informing me I had to be eighteen or older to enter the site.

Hmm. Well, I was thirty, so I clicked it.

Welcome to the Braided Crop Ranch.

A fetish farm for pony play enthusiasts…

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About the Author

AE Lister/Elizabeth Lister is a Canadian non-binary author with a vivid imagination and a head full of unique and interesting characters.

They have published many other books, one of which (Beyond the Edge) received an Honorable Mention from the National Leather Association–International for excellence in SM/Leather/Fetish writing.

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