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Blog Tour: Elf Defence by Lisa Henry & Sarah Honey

Elf Defence | Lisa Henry & Sarah Honey

Adventures in Aquillo #2

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Release Date: October 22nd, 2020

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Blurb

Royal envoys Calarian and Benji embark on a quest in the alpine duchy of Tournel. Things go rapidly downhill when the duke plummets to his death from the tower wall. Whoops—that’s going to be hard to explain. And it’s not as though they can just grab the nearest human and make him the new duke.

Or can they?

Enter one Lars Melker, a slightly gullible cowherd built entirely of muscles and sunshine, who happily accepts their word when they tell him he’s the duke now.

Soon Calarian and Benji are knee deep in teaching Lars how to fake it until he makes it. They’re also dealing with mountain trolls, a monster, a missing cow, and, most shocking of all, a growing realisation that their elves-with-benefits arrangement might be turning into something with feelings.

Add in their mutual attraction to Lars, and suddenly the hills are alive with the sound of emotionally compromised collectivist anarchist elves.

Also, what’s the deal with those leather shorts?

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Benji wiped gingerbread crumbs off the front of his black shirt and glowered at the town square. And then he smirked and snorted, because Calarian was looking a little bit flustered as he stood and stared at one pretty major roadblock on his and Lars’s little mountain troll highway: the pond in the town square with the ugly fountain in the middle of it.

Lars hovered by Calarian looking serious and attentive, and Benji kind of wanted to go over there and push them both in the water. But he didn’t, because he was pointedly ignoring them, and if he pushed them in the pond then they’d know they were getting to him. He settled for glowering instead.

“Good morning!” chirped a golden-haired apple-cheeked little cherub of a child.

Benji glared at it for a moment, but it didn’t seem to take the hint. “Um,” he said. “Death to all kings.”

“Death to all kings,” the child parroted, dimples appearing as it beamed up at him.

Benji felt a little better, then. He peeled himself off the wall he was leaning against, tousled the tiny human’s golden curls, and decided to go back to the bakery and buy more gingerbread.

On his way there he was distracted by the crash of metal on metal and the wall of heat emanating from an open doorway. He stepped inside the doorway, squinting in the fiery glow inside, and his breath caught at the sight of the woman working at the forge.

Did he say woman? No, she was clearly some kind of alpine goddess. She was tall, with muscles that would make Lars look like a stripling. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a thick ponytail, but tendrils escaped and framed her red face. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing swirling blue tattoos running up her forearms, and her biceps bulged. Her skirts were hitched up as well, and Lars caught a glimpse of a thigh that could crush a man’s skull—and he had a feeling that if she asked for volunteers they would all go willingly. Her skin glowed with sweat, and sparks flew as she slammed a hammer down onto whatever piece of metal she was currently trying to flatten into a pancake. Benji wasn’t sure she needed the hammer to be honest. She looked so fierce that she could probably have just yelled the metal into submission.

“Watch out, pretty boy,” the woman said as a shower of sparks flew in Benji’s direction.

Pretty boy? Benji had never been so simultaneously offended and turned on in his life. Clearly this woman was his previously undiscovered humiliation kink come to life. He hooked his thumbs into his studded belt and crooked an eyebrow at her. “Excuse me, human?”

“You really want to test how flammable you are, cutie pie?” the woman asked.

Benji wondered how much charcoal dust he’d absorbed into his pores after living in the Swamp of Death. He took a step back.

“Smart boy,” the blacksmith said.

Benji hated her. He also kind of wanted to lie naked on the floor so she could step on his balls and make him cry. It was very confusing. He lingered, glaring suspiciously, while the blacksmith finished what she was doing, finally immersing the glowing metal in a tub of water. The water hissed, and steam billowed throughout the workshop.

The blacksmith set the metal aside. “Now, what is it that you need, cutie?”

Benji narrowed his eyes at her. “I am not cute.

The blacksmith folded her arms over her ample chest and laughed. “Whatever you say.”

Benji curled his lip and strutted forward. “Actually, I’m very interested in knives. For all my murdering.”

The blacksmith was unperturbed. Her mouth curved into a smile, and her blue eyes sparkled. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” Benji said. “I’m an anarchist. I want to burn the world down, and assassinate the ruling classes while I’m at it.”

“Aren’t you the kings’ representatives?” the blacksmith asked. “You and the other elf?”

“I’m bringing the system down from within,” Benji said haughtily.

“Fair enough.” The blacksmith held out her hand. “I’m Gretchen. Nice to meet you.”

“Benji,” Benji said, taking her hand. “Likewise.”

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About the Authors

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Lisa Henry likes to tell stories, mostly with hot guys and happily ever afters.

Lisa lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn’t know why, because she hates the heat, but she suspects she’s too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government minion, and the other half plotting her escape.

She attended university at sixteen, not because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between international school systems early in life. She studied History and English, neither of them very thoroughly.

She shares her house with too many cats, a dog, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.

Lisa has been published since 2012, and was a LAMBDA finalist for her quirky, awkward coming-of-age romance Adulting 101, and a Rainbow Awards finalist for 2019’s Anhaga.

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Sarah Honey lives in Western Australia with her partner, two cats, two dogs and a TARDIS.

A teacher once told her life’s not a joke.

She begs to differ.

Her proudest achievements include having kids who will still be seen with her in public, and knowing all the words to Bohemian Rhapsody.

Elf Defence is her second published novel.

You can connect with Sarah on Facebook, or send her an email at sarahhoneywriting@gmail.com.

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Release Blitz: Angels of the Night by H.M. Wolfe and Evera Ellis

Angels of the Night | H.M. Wolfe and Evera Ellis

The Base #3

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Release Date: October 1st, 2020

Cover Designer: C.J. Bishop

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Angels of the Night

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What happens when you add two men with a past to one man who is their future?

The loss of the man he loved seven years prior has Saint resigned to the fact he’ll be alone forever. After finding a home amongst the members of The Base, he begins to hope for a future, especially when his attention is taken by Caleb.

Caleb’s determination to rescue children from the hands of child traffickers has him landing in trouble more times than he can count. When he’s injured and unable to escape from the clutches of his enemies, a man living in a supposedly vacant property runs the monsters off.

Zachary takes Caleb into his house despite his preference for being alone. Once he finds himself enjoying Caleb’s company and missing him when he returns home, Zachary needs to decide whether to put his painful past behind him and move on.

Finding the man who’d walked away from him all those years ago has Saint hopeful that him and Zachary can have a future. When you add Caleb to the mix, anything is possible. At least until their pasts come back to haunt them.

Can the secrets of the past hinder or heal the hearts of these three men?

This is an MMM romance with a second chance

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Dancing in the Dark

The Base #1

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Yearning for Daylight

The Base #2

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Release Blitz: Breathless by Cara Dee

Breathless | Cara Dee

The Game #3

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Release Date: September 15th, 2020

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“Will you beat me without knowing the reason?”

That’s the question I ask when I go to clubs to seek out Sadists.

Most men say no immediately. They see the flags my question raises and walk away. They’re the good guys. They’re the guys who adhere to safe, sane, and consensual. They wanna be aware of the risks and cause no harm.

But I’m not looking for a good guy.

I’m looking for punishment.

The strobe lights hit me as I reach their table. The heavy, industrial music is deafening, and my head is swimming with images of grief, fire, and accusation. I hear the piercing tone of a machine letting me know that I have to tell my two kid brothers that our sister’s heart will never beat again.

Maybe these two twin Sadists will help me. The only thing bigger than River and Reese Tenley is their reputation. They better not let me down.

I ask my question. I ask if they’ll beat me without knowing why I want it.

They give me a stone-cold onceover, and I don’t know if it’s River or Reese who responds. He has a menacing-looking tattoo on his neck.

“Sure. It’s your funeral.”

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“Tell us what pain you’re looking for.”

Oh, I could do that. I could definitely do that.

I sat down across from them and took out my lollipop, gesturing it between them. “Who’s River, and who’s Reese?”

Neck Tattoo was clearly the talker. “I’m Reese.”

Reese, all right. Christ, they were hot. Hotter up close.

“Do you recognize me?” I had to ask. No matter how “exclusive” they liked to call their own group of kinksters, they still had nearly 150 members.

Reese’s mouth twitched slightly. “We know who you are, Shay.”

Well, okay, then. I wasn’t gonna assume.

“I like severe impact and extreme degradation,” I said.

The other guy, River, seemed to find that amusing for some reason. It showed in his eyes, and he exchanged a glance with his brother.

No words, just a quick look.

Reese smirked faintly and eyed me. “If we had a nickel for every time we’ve heard a masochist say they want anything extreme… Most people don’t know severe pain.”

I wasn’t most people, and I wasn’t going to let myself be intimidated by their superior asshole behavior.

“Are you sure you’re not just looking for a bit of flogging?” Reese wondered.

“Are you sure you have a dick to go with that big-dick personality?” I asked in return.

He offered a full-fledged grin at that. Then he sat forward and rested his forearms on the table. “Tell you what. We’re not actually looking for a temporary plaything in the city. But if you’re interested in coming out to the house in Mclean so we can brutalize you the way we like, let us know.”

Brutalize.

That word did something to me. It weighed heavier and carried a promise, because you didn’t throw it around for shits and giggles. They were serious.

I wanted to be brutalized for my failures.

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About the Author

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.

Additionally, 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, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

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