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Release Blitz: Of Autumn Leaves And New Beginnings by Nell Iris

Of Autumn Leaves And New Beginnings | Nell Iris

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Length: 17,809 words

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Blurb

Sometimes love finds you even when you’re not looking for it.

At 47, Oren Walker isn’t looking for love. When he knocks on Pete Higgins’ door, all he wants is to thank him for helping his mom after she broke her femur. He never expected that one look at the man would make his knees weak and heart flutter.

Pete is happy—albeit a bit lonely—after divorcing his wife of 20 years and isn’t looking to replace her. But when Oren shows up, all grateful and handsome and in that fancy suit, the longing for the deep connection of a relationship flares up inside him.

As the leaves turn yellow, Oren and Pete spend a lot of time in honest conversations. Their attraction grows. Will the two men recognize the promise of new beginnings, and take the chance to find the happiness they both deserve?

Excerpt

It’s been nearly three weeks since Mom’s accident — and the leaves are more yellow than green but the heat still refuses to let go — when my phone rings just as I’m on my way back to my office after a long, infuriating meeting. I don’t recognize the number but accept the call. “Oren Walker.”

“Oren. Hi. It’s Pete. Pete Higgins. Your mom’s next-door neighbor.”

“Oh, hey!” I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about him these last few weeks. In the shower, before bed, while having my morning coffee. He’s hot enough to set fire to my pants, but that’s only part of the appeal. Mom hasn’t stopped talking about him since her accident; about how gentle he was when he helped her. How considerate and thoughtful and nice he was when she was hurt and scared, and in the days that have followed.

Of course, I noticed all his good sides myself, those few minutes we spent together, and he hasn’t been far from my thoughts whenever I’ve had a free moment.

“I’m sorry to disturb you at work,” Pete says.

“No problem. I just got out of a meeting with some very upset people and could use a friendly voice right now.” I close my office door behind me and throw myself onto my chair. “What can I do for you, Pete?”

“Nothing urgent. I just needed to tell you something.”

“Shoot.” I lean back and close my eyes, rubbing my temples with my thumb and index finger, trying to fend off the threatening headache.

“I just wanted to let you know that I interfered with your mom earlier. She was on her way to the grocery store. On foot, with her crutches, and I managed to catch her when she hobbled past my house.”

I groan. “Oh my God, her stubbornness is unprecedented.”

“Yeah, I hear you, man. I had to sweet talk her forever before I managed to convince her to go back home. The thing that persuaded her was when I lied and told her I was on my way to the store myself so I could pick up whatever it was she needed.”

“I don’t understand. I bought everything on her list the day before yesterday.”

“Nuh-uh. You forgot the chocolate chips. She couldn’t bake cookies for the church bake sale on Sunday. It was a class one disaster and I’m surprised she didn’t call 911.”

I groan again. “I can’t believe her,” I grumble. “I’ve told her, again and again, to call me whenever she needs anything. I bring my phone everywhere. To bed. To meetings. To the fucking bathroom when I take a shit, so I won’t miss her call.”

My rant is interrupted by a boisterous laughter.

“Gaah, I’m sorry. That was way more information than you needed.” My face heats and I slap myself on the forehead. Good job, Oren. Way to seem like a crazed lunatic in front of the nice man!

“Nah, it’s fine.”

“No, I’m sorry. That was highly inappropriate. Mom would be so ashamed of me. It’s no excuse, but I’ve had a long day.”

“I figured.”

I rub my temples harder. “I just don’t understand why she won’t call me.”

“Listen. She’s fiercely proud of you and all the hard work you’ve done to get where you are. She told me she doesn’t want to be a bother.”

“She’s not.”

“I know that. I told her. But she insists that you are busy and stressed and don’t need more on your plate right now,” he says.

“But she’s my mom.”

“Yeah. But take it from me, as a parent. When you’ve spent the biggest part of your life loving and protecting your kids, you can’t just turn it off. It’s instinct. We want to be the strong, invincible protector we’ve always been and it’s hard to accept that the situation might be reversed.”

“Oh.” That makes a lot of sense; I’ve never thought about it like that. “Thanks. That was a lot more helpful than you probably realize.”

He laughs. “Yay! Who woulda thought? Me doling out parenting advice!”

“You’re better than you give yourself credit for.”

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About The Author

Nell Iris is a romantic at heart who believes everyone deserves a happy ending. She’s a bonafide bookworm (learned to read long before she started school), wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without something to read (not even the ladies’ room), loves music (and singing along but, let’s face it, she’s no Celine Dion), and is a real Star Trek nerd (“Make it so”). She loves words, poetry, wine, and Sudoku, and absolutely adores elephants!

Nell believes passionately in equality for all regardless of race, gender, or sexuality, and wants to make the world a better, less hateful, place.

Nell is a forty-something bisexual Swedish woman, married to the love of her life, and a proud mama of a grown daughter. She left the Scandinavian cold and darkness for warmer and sunnier Malaysia a few years ago, and now spends her days writing, surfing the Internet, enjoying the heat, and eating good food. One day she decided to chase her lifelong dream of being a writer, sat down in front of her laptop, and wrote a story about two men falling in love.

Nell Iris writes gay romance, prefers sweet over angst, and wants to write diverse and different characters.

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Once again Rick R. Reed delivers up something unusual

The Secrets We KeepThe Secrets We Keep by Rick R. Reed

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is another unusual romance from Rick R Reed in which the protagonists feel like they’re people he knows whose lives have been played out in front of him.

It’s a strange twist between an angsty May to December romance and a sort of whimsical almost paranormal ghost-like tale of two lives which have known tragedy.

Be aware that this book also has heavy subject matter and, imho anyways, really should have a trigger warning.

As the story begins, I think it’s clear what direction the path of one character is taking but it is still a sensitive matter to deal with on page.

The two men at the heart of the narrative are fleshed out perfectly into distinct personalities even though for much of the narrative they are apart.

It’s not your traditional love story, I was both frustrated and elated by the path taken to happiness.

It’s a Dreamspinner Press publication so the sex is referenced in passing and takes place in bare-bones detail but it works for the melancholy nature of the tale.

There’s a wonderfully uplifting Epilogue which goes a long way to bringing a sense of peace to the relationship between Jasper and Rob which works very well.

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

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Review Tour: Escape by Annabelle Jacobs

Escape | Annabelle Jacobs

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This isn’t the life Cole dreamt of, but what choice does he have?

With his twenty-third birthday behind him, Cole Moreton now faces the shifter compatibility test which will decide his future. Testing positive means joining a pack and eventually taking the bite. Unfortunately, with enviable skills in self-defence and hand-to-hand combat, the kind of packs interested in him aren’t any he’d want to join.

Logan has been a member of the McKillan pack for most of his life. Pack is family and loyalty is everything, but when the shifter government turns out to be no better than the oppressive humans before them, he questions everything.

Right from their first meeting, Logan knows that a life with the McKillan pack isn’t right for Cole, but with his alpha taking a keen interest in Cole’s skills, Logan’s hands are tied. Mutual attraction builds between them, but acting on it is futile—helping Cole will put their lives at risk and an end to any future they could’ve had.

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Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with three rowdy children, and two cats. An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories.

They’re usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it—fighting enemies and adversity—but they always find love in the end.

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Release Blitz: Escape by Annabelle Jacobs

Escape | Annabelle Jacobs

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This isn’t the life Cole dreamt of, but what choice does he have?

With his twenty-third birthday behind him, Cole Moreton now faces the shifter compatibility test which will decide his future. Testing positive means joining a pack and eventually taking the bite. Unfortunately, with enviable skills in self-defence and hand-to-hand combat, the kind of packs interested in him aren’t any he’d want to join.

Logan has been a member of the McKillan pack for most of his life. Pack is family and loyalty is everything, but when the shifter government turns out to be no better than the oppressive humans before them, he questions everything.

Right from their first meeting, Logan knows that a life with the McKillan pack isn’t right for Cole, but with his alpha taking a keen interest in Cole’s skills, Logan’s hands are tied. Mutual attraction builds between them, but acting on it is futile—helping Cole will put their lives at risk and an end to any future they could’ve had.

About The Author

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Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with three rowdy children, and two cats. An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories.

They’re usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it—fighting enemies and adversity—but they always find love in the end.

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New Release Blitz: The Midspring Rebellion by Doreen Heron

The Midspring Rebellion | Doreen Heron

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Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: July 22, 2019

Heat Level: 2 – Fade to Black Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 25,100

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Things are amiss in the fairy court, made worse one spring morning when King Oberon’s wife decides to leave him.

His decision to gather his thoughts in the human realm lead him into the path, and arms, of workaholic human Nick Chandler.

But when Oberon’s throne is threatened, will he be able to retain his kingship and his newfound love?

Excerpt

The Midspring Rebellion
Doreen Heron © 2019
All Rights Reserved

Chapter One
As it always did, the Wheel of the Year continued to turn.

Midsummer turned to Midfall.

Midfall to Midwinter.

Midwinter to Midspring.

The seasons changed. The years changed. But life in the Fairy Court remained the same.

And this left Titania dissatisfied.

“It is time for a change,” she announced one evening over dinner. Oberon had known something was wrong the moment she dismissed the waiting staff. It had been over three hundred years since they had eaten alone, and even that was because Titania had wanted to discuss the idea of adopting another Changeling. Not that the idea had gone anywhere, of course. Oberon had learned his lesson about taking human children long before that, and he had not been keen to repeat the experiment. It was natural, then, that he held his breath when Titania spoke, and he waited for whatever she was about to decide. “We have become stale.”

Oberon found it impossible to disagree. Being married for a millennium was certainly an accomplishment by anyone’s count—especially when fairy marriages were annulled and then voluntarily renewed on an annual basis. But one thousand years of an arranged marriage was going above and beyond in his royal duties, of this, he was sure.

“What do you propose?” he asked, not entirely sure he wanted an answer. A separation from Titania might allow them both to pursue other interests, but there was no denying that a split in the Royal Court could rip the whole of his already unstable kingdom in half.

“A separation.”

He nodded. He’d known where this was going, and he couldn’t say he was particularly unhappy about it. But he had questions.

“Why now? We’ve been living this same way these last three hundred years. Why propose this now?”

“It is the best possible time. The kingdom is at risk of civil war…”

“…Which is exactly why we should be united.”

“Or is it why this is the ideal time for a split? We would not want to needlessly disrupt harmony in the kingdom. Ergo, if we split while there are already fractures…”

“…we guarantee a split in the kingdom.”

“We hurry along a split we already know is coming.”

Oberon closed his eyes and shook his head. Titania had always been ruthlessly logical. It was one of the reasons his father had chosen her as a perfect mate, and—more importantly—a future queen.

“But…”

“I have met someone else.”

Well, that was the clincher, wasn’t it?

“I have fallen in love.”

“Love?” Oberon frowned at his queen, unsure of exactly what he was hearing. “What of love? We are a king and a queen. Love need play no part in anything.”

“Oberon, even the mortals have abandoned that way of thinking now. It is time for us to catch up.”

Oberon grunted. It pained him to hear Titania speak of love. She’d not as much as breathed the word in five hundred years, not since his trick to cause her to fall for the human Bottom.

“This love. It is not the human, is it?” he asked. “The actor.” His voice dripped with venom as he spoke, though he himself wasn’t sure if he was jealous that she had fallen with such ease or angry that his own magic had been the cause.

“Oberon, humans lead short lives. Bottom died many, many years ago.”

“Then who?”

This time, it was Titania’s turn to shake her head, causing blossoms of pink and orange to fall from her hair and hit the ground.

“Not important,” she said. She stood and pushed her chair back under the oak table, before walking delicately over and taking her husband’s left hand. “I release you.” She smiled. She turned a hand over and undid the leather strap that was tied at his palm. “I release you.” She unwound the leather from his hand, uncrossing the straps that worked up his forearm. “I release you.” She pulled the leather from his bicep, taut with the tension and stress running through his body. She leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Good luck to you, Oberon.”

He stood at the window of his tower, having vanished the glass to get a better look at what was going on. He watched as Titania loaded her trunks onto the glass chariot. He watched as a male fairy, face obscured by some of Titania’s trickery to stop him from being identified, helped to pile the heavier pieces of furniture. He watched as the two of them climbed into the chariot, and as the dragonflies took flight, pulling it into the woods and out of sight.

He thought he should shout. He thought he should swear. He thought he should cry. But he found himself empty. For a thousand years, he had known he could be temperamental or selfish or immature and Titania would always be by his side. Because she had had to. They had vows. But she had met someone better than him, and she was gone.

“I don’t know what to do.”

Ultimately, he chose to do what many do when they find themselves bereft, and he began to prepare himself for bed. He removed his emerald-green robes and ran a damp washcloth across his torso. His muscles contracted at the cold, tightening and becoming more defined than they usually were when hidden beneath his loose robes. Usually, he enjoyed the feeling of his tightening body, but even that was little comfort in the light of being left alone. He unwrapped the leather strap that ran across his waist—a symbol of his perpetual commitment to his kingdom—and draped it across the wooden dressing table. He dipped the washcloth in the water again before removing his loincloth and washing the rest of his body. It was only right to be clean before entering the kingdom of the DreamWeaver, and he was not about to abandon formality and politesse just because he would be alone in his bed tonight. Naked, but dry after patting the water away with a towel, he knelt by his bed.

“I give thanks to the earth, which bore me and gave me life. I give thanks to the great unknown, who guides me and shapes my fate. I give thanks to my ancestors, from whom I descend and for whom I live a life which is not mine, but which belongs to my subjects. These are my thanks.”

He stood and climbed into bed, pulling his mouse pelt blankets over him, and curled up into a ball. Scrunching his eyes together, he willed himself to sleep. It didn’t come easily, as visions of Titania and her paramour danced through his head, but eventually he found himself drifting off.

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About the Author

Doreen Heron is a writer who is finally living her dream in Cornwall, England. She is lucky to live in the county she loves, and to be using her writing to entertain her readers.

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The Sidhe are fully explored in this excellent slow burn paranormal romance

44662243The Marked Prince by M.A. Grant

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Oh, that was good, even better than the exceptionally good series opener for me and absolutely jam-packed with everything I want in a fantasy novel.

It’s no secret to anyone who follows my reviews what a massive fan of this genre I am, and one of the overlooked gems for inspiration is Irish Mythology.

MA Grant has firmly established her world’s heritage in the legends of the Sidhe (Irish Fae) and this instalment focuses its gaze on the Summer Court of the Seelie.

I love the Fae, they’re my favourite paranormal inspiration and the Seelie/Unseelie in particular have such a wealth of stories that it’s a challenge to create something new but with a deep foundation in the mythology.

With this narrative we get a glorious and, at times, viciously cruel tale of the Unseelie High Prince Sláine and his captivity at the hands of the Summer Court’s High Princess.

There’s a huge plot twist which I absolutely loved and which fits so perfectly with the character of the villain inhabiting that role that I cheered even though he’s an absolute bastard because it so brilliantly exposes the trickster part of his history.

The romance, like book one, drives the narrative but in an incredibly subtle fashion, it’s what underpins everything without ever being the direct focus.

I loved Sebastian. He’s conflicted, hesitant and desperately naive but also so brave and compassionate and kind.

His friendship with the man he doesn’t know is Sláine trapped behind a Thrall and mask is slow burning but compelling and I loved how their dedication and devotion to each other grew throughout.

The book goes in directions I’d never have guessed and I loved that it surprised me from start to finish.

#ARC kindly received from the publishers Carina Press via NetGalley in return for an honest and unbiased review.

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Release Blitz: The Doctor’s Date by Heidi Cullinan

The Doctor’s Date | Heidi Cullinan

Cooper Point: Medical #2

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Release Date

June 18, 2019

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The hospital’s least eligible bachelor and its aloof administrator hate each other… so why are they pretending to date?

Dr. Owen Gagnon and HR director Erin Andreas are infamous for their hospital hallway shouting matches. So imagine the town’s surprise when Erin bids an obscene amount of money to win Owen in the hospital bachelor auction—and Owen ups the ante by insisting Erin move in with him.

Copper Point may not know what’s going on, but neither do Erin and Owen. Erin intends his gesture to let Owen know he’s interested. Owen, on the other hand, suspects ulterior motives—that Erin wants a fake relationship as a refuge from his overbearing father.

With Erin suddenly heading a messy internal investigation, Owen wants to step up and be the hero Erin’s never had. Too bad Erin would rather spend his energy trying to rescue Owen from the shadows of a past he doesn’t talk about.

This relationship may be fake, but the feelings aren’t. Still, what Erin and Owen have won’t last unless they put their respective demons to rest. To do that, they’ll have to do more than work together—they’ll have to trust they can heal each other’s hearts.

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I’m delighted to have Heidi on the Blog today with a bit more information about the second book in her Cooper Point: Medical series

Thanks for having me today. I’m here to talk about my new book The Doctor’s Date, available in ebook, trade paper, and mass market from Dreamspinner Press. It’s book two in the Copper Point: Medical series, and it’s the story of Erin Andreas, no-nonsense hospital administrator, and Dr. Owen Andreas, the cantankerous anesthesiologist.

I’m here to share a short excerpt with you from the story. This gives you a little look at what happens after the auction where Erin buys Owen—and then Owen “rescues” Erin from his father by announcing they’re moving in together, missing the part where what Erin really wanted was for Owen to see that he wanted to date him.

I hope you enjoy The Doctor’s Date and all the books in the Copper Point series

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Move in with Owen. Move in with Owen. Move in with Owen.

When Erin’s legs wobbled, Owen bore him up and took him away from the dance floor, leading him to the nearest table, where he glared at a bank president until he allowed Erin to sit. Erin wanted to apologize on his date’s behalf, but he couldn’t form words. It took all of his control to stifle the urge to whimper.

How was he supposed to move in with Owen?

The bank president and his guests vacated the table, and now Dr. Wu and Simon Lane approached, with Dr. Kumpel close behind them. All three men regarded Erin and Owen with concern.

“Did something happen?” Kumpel’s gaze darted between Erin and Owen. “What was that with John Jean?”

Owen ignored him. “Can someone go get Erin something to drink? A glass of water?” His hand rested gently on Erin’s shoulder as he crouched slightly to speak directly to him. “Have you eaten? When was your last meal?”

Erin’s cheeks heated, and he couldn’t stop touching them. Owen was looking at him with so much intensity all he could do was answer his question. “I… I ate lunch. A sandwich from the hospital cafeteria.”

“So you were working too much on top of everything else.” Owen aimed a finger at Dr. Wu. “Find him something to eat.” He shifted his focus to Lane. “Get him something to drink. Juice, if you can manage it. Nothing alcoholic. Water for me too, please.”

Dr. Wu took his fiancé’s elbow. “We’ll be right back.”

Dr. Kumpel claimed the seat opposite Erin. “Are you feeling all right?” He cast a glance at Owen. “Is he treating you okay?”

Owen’s hand slid more possessively over Erin’s shoulder. “Of course I’m treating him all right.”

Kumpel raised a dubious eyebrow at Owen. “I didn’t ask you.”

This was the moment to explain there had been some kind of misunderstanding. How to start, though? Unbidden, Owen’s searing kiss replayed in Erin’s mind, making him flush and stammer. His shoulders slumped forward in defeat. “I—I’m fine. Thank you.”

Except for the bit where Owen is begging me to move in with him based on a misunderstanding and I’m considering going along with it.

Kumpel continued to scan Erin as if he were one of his patients, which made Erin feel acutely awkward, since Dr. Kumpel’s patients were children. “Do you have secret hordes of cash hidden away, to throw around money like that for a date with Owen? Can you afford food now? Because if not, I’m making him feed you more than hors d’oeuvres.” Kumpel leaned in closer, frowning slightly. “Also, you’re aware you bid on Owen? Our Owen? A cranky, antagonistic wild card? I mean, he’s loyal as the day is long and will defend the ones he loves with his life, but don’t discount those first three elements.”

It was absolutely too warm in the room, no question. Erin swallowed against a dry throat. “Yes, I’m aware. And I’m fine, thank you for your concern. I have plenty of money. And I only very much wanted a date with him. That’s all.”

There. He’d said the truth at last. He glanced at Owen, wondering how it would land.

Owen was unmoved by his confession, too busy glaring at Kumpel. “I’m not antagonistic.”

Kumpel regarded him blandly. “Oh, yes. I see I was in the wrong on that point.”

Lane and Wu returned, Lane clutching a tray of drinks, Wu with both hands carrying plates groaning with the finger foods offered on the buffet tables on the sides of the room. Lane passed Owen a bottle of water and pressed a glass of what appeared to be pineapple juice into Erin’s hands.

“Here you are.” Lane smiled at Erin. “They didn’t have much juice, only what they mixed drinks with at the bar. I got you a bottle of water as well.”

“Thank you.” Erin sipped at the pineapple juice. It was tart and sweet, and it tasted good.

Dr. Wu set the plates of food on the table as his fiancé moved out of the way. “I brought enough for everyone to share, and spare plates so we could take what we wanted for our own.”

Owen immediately swiped an empty plate and handed it to Erin. “Take what you like. Unless you want me to select something for you?”

Erin couldn’t tell if Owen’s solicitousness was part of the boyfriend package or if this was genuine concern. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t make more effort to object. Was he seriously going to move out because Owen clasped his hands passionately?

He couldn’t think about that now. He needed to eat. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was. The pineapple juice had only stirred his appetite. “I can help myself, thank you.”

Everyone waited while Erin made his selections, but once his plate was full, the others descended on the remaining food like locusts. Owen went last, and as he chose his items, he hesitated, glancing at Erin. “Are you sure you have enough?”

Ducking to focus on his plate, Erin nodded. “I’m positive, thank you.”

He’d barely recovered from this episode when Owen threw another grenade at him.

“Jared,” Owen began, wiping his mouth on the napkin, “so you’re aware, Erin’s going to stay with us for a bit. I thought we could give him Si’s old room.”

Dr. Wu, Dr. Kumpel, and Simon Lane froze.

Erin tugged on Owen’s lapel as he spoke in an insistent whisper. “This absolutely isn’t necessary.”

Owen’s reply wasn’t a whisper at all. “Are you trying to back out of my single, solitary condition?”

Now. Explain it to him now, even if you’re mortified. “I’m trying to tell you, you’ve misunderstood—”

“Have I?” Owen’s gaze drilled into Erin’s, stopping him cold.

Abruptly, distinctly uneasy, Erin looked at the floor, the wall, the ceiling, anywhere but at Owen or his friends.

Owen continued speaking to the others as if Erin hadn’t interrupted him. “So, as I was saying, Erin’s going to be staying with us. That fine with you, Jared? And I guess Simon, since you technically still pay part of the mortgage until we get that squared away. Honestly, I suggest you regard this situation as Erin saving you a ton of money, since you didn’t have to buy my auction.”

Kumpel laughed, his tone full of disbelief but not upset. “I assume we don’t get to ask any questions about what’s going on?”

Owen popped a potato chip into his mouth. “Absolutely not.”

 

About The Author

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Author of over thirty novels, Midwest-native Heidi Cullinan writes positive-outcome romances for LGBT characters struggling against insurmountable odds because she believes there’s no such thing as too much happy ever after.

Heidi is a two-time RITA® finalist and her books have been recommended by Library Journal, USA Today, RT Magazine, and Publisher’s Weekly. When Heidi isn’t writing, she enjoys cooking, reading novels and manga, playing with her cats, and watching too much anime.

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