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Blog Tour: Silent Sin by E.J. Russell

Silent Sin | E.J. Russell

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Release Date: March 3rd, 2020

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Blurb

When tailor Marvin Gottschalk abandoned New York City for the brash boomtown of silent-film-era Hollywood, he never imagined he’d end up on screen as Martin Brentwood, one of the fledgling film industry’s most popular actors.

Five years later a cynical Martin despairs of finding anything genuine in a town where truth is defined by studio politics and publicity. Then he meets Robbie Goodman.

Robbie fled Idaho after a run-in with the law. A chance encounter leads him to the film studio where he lands a job as a chauffeur. But one look at Martin and he’s convinced he’s likely to run afoul of those same laws—laws that brand his desires indecent, deviant… sinful.

Martin and Robbie embark on a cautious relationship, cocooned in Hollywood’s clandestine gay fraternity, careful to hide from the studio boss, a rival actor, and press on the lookout for a juicy story.

But when a prominent director is murdered, Hollywood becomes the focus of a morality-based witch hunt, and the studio is willing to sacrifice even the greatest careers to avoid additional scandal.

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Excerpt

Dottie shook her head, grabbed Robbie by the elbow, and towed him, unresisting, out of the room. She didn’t say anything to him until they were settled at a table in the corner of the commissary.

Dottie unwrapped her ham sandwich. “What did you get?”

Robbie looked down at the table in front of him. “I—I’m not sure.” He lifted one corner of the wax paper. “I think it’s a pickle.” He peered into his cup. “And tomato soup?”

She set her sandwich down. “Rob, did Antoine knock you that far off your pins?”

“I just—What—How did he—” He gave up and took a bite of his pickle, and as the sourness hit the glands at the back of his tongue, he remembered that he hated pickles. He dropped it onto its wax paper.

She sighed. “I think we need to talk about a few things.”

He nodded and then took a sip of his soup. And I hate tomato soup too. “I think that’s probably a good idea.”

Propping her elbows on the table, she leaned toward him. “The thing is, Rob, some men like men.”

“Of course they do. Everyone has friends.”

“I don’t mean that kind of like. Not as in friendship. As in love. As in sex.”

Robbie gaped at her for what might be forever. Dottie waited patiently until he’d gotten his head around the fact she was speaking about that. Nobody spoke about it. Even Frank had whispered things in bits and pieces, never giving Robbie the whole picture—never naming it—until they were hunkered down in that basement hallway, waiting for their turn in there.

But Dottie acted like she was talking about whether to order lemonade or iced tea with her sandwich.

“I—I know that.”

“You do? Then that makes this easier. In Hollywood, there’s regular work—” She held out one hand, palm up. “—and there’s queer work.” She held up the other hand.

“Queer. Is that what they call them? Men who… who like men? Do they make them all stay together? Where the queer work is?”

Dottie chuckled. “They don’t make them, but there are definitely certain places where producers think it’s okay for queers to work. The costume shop is one place. Set design and decoration is another.”

“Not acting?”

Her expression darkened. “Not openly, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t queer actors. See, for all the power the studio heads have, they’re working stiffs under the skin. The artistic types, the sophisticates they call ’em, have class. So the producers depend on fellows like Antoine or George Hopkins, over at Famous Players-Lasky.”

Robbie nodded jerkily. “I’ve met George.”

“Honey, everyone’s met George. He’s been here since he was seventeen and started designing for Theda Bara. But George and Antoine…. Well, the producers defer to them because they make the studio’s pictures look good.” She shrugged. “And if the pictures look good, audiences pay to see ’em. Which makes the producers happy.”

“Okay. That makes sense, I guess.”

“But the thing is, those same producers—and all the ‘regular’ folks—don’t want queers to show up anywhere else. Directors? Stuntmen?” She pointed to a table nearby where the sausage-slinging actors were eating hot dogs. “Actors? Nope. They’ve got to be he-men. Because what they do isn’t ‘queer work.’” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder toward the corridor leading to the costume shop. “In there, it’s safe for Antoine to be who he is, because he’s where he belongs. But to be queer on the set? Behind the camera?” She shrugged. “You’ve got to have thick skin, a convincing cover story, and the courage of a whole pride of lions. You also need someone to stand by you, or you’ll get kidded by every bull-necked yahoo on the lot.” She took a huge bite of her sandwich.

“Does that happen? The… the kidding?”

She swallowed, then took a swig of her lemonade. “It can. If a director thinks an actor isn’t he-man enough for him, he’ll let a scene go on a little too long before calling ‘cut’—not long enough for any real injury, but long enough for discomfort and fear. That happened to Jack Kerrigan all the time.”

“Somebody should have stood up for him.” Robbie’s throat was tight. I didn’t stand up for Frank.

“Rob. God, your face.” She reached across the table and grabbed his hands. “It doesn’t happen all the time. Look at George. He and Bill Taylor are pretty much untouchable because they work together, so they’ve always got each other as backup. Although when Bill was in London last year, George could have had a little trouble if it weren’t for the fact that his mother has almost as such influence as he does.”

Robbie’s stomach dropped. “Bill Taylor? As in Mr. Taylor, the director?”

“Yep. William Desmond Taylor.”

Robbie tried to speak but could only manage a croak. He took a gulp of his cold soup. “You mean they’re… they’re….”

“Together. Yes. Like that.” She let go of him, although she still watched him as if she were afraid he was about to burst into flames. She’s not wrong. “Not that they make a production out of it in public. What Hollywood tolerates here in town, in our own circles, is different from what the ladies in the temperance unions or the preachers in the revival tents can handle.”

Robbie clutched his knees, his head whirling. If someone like Mr. Taylor could do that, be that, and have his… his lover by his side….

“But Mr. Taylor is such a gentleman. He makes all those speeches to the ladies’ temperance clubs and all. Even the censorship groups listen to him.”

Dottie gave him a pitying look. “Rob, just because a man likes men more than girls, it doesn’t make him a monster.”

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About the Author

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Multi-Rainbow Award winner E.J. Russell—grace, mother of three, recovering actor—holds a BA and an MFA in theater, so naturally she’s spent the last three decades as a financial manager, database designer, and business intelligence consultant (as one does). She’s recently abandoned data wrangling, however, and spends her days wrestling words.

E.J. is married to Curmudgeonly Husband, a man who cares even less about sports than she does. Luckily, CH loves to cook, or all three of their children (Lovely Daughter and Darling Sons A and B) would have survived on nothing but Cheerios, beef jerky, and satsuma mandarins (the extent of E.J.’s culinary skill set).

E.J. lives in rural Oregon, enjoys visits from her wonderful adult children, and indulges in good books, red wine, and the occasional hyperbole.

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Superb conclusion to this fantastic romantic suspense series

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

An excellent conclusion to this wonderful series from Aimee.

Romantic suspense, cop/law enforcement/ex-military types are among my absolute favourite genre of book to read and this series has been on fire.

Each stands alone but with a nebulous connection running through them surrounding the suicide of Royce’s former partner.

I loved how not all the loise ends were neatly wrapped up, there’s still room to manoeuvre and I was very happy to hear there will be future appearances from Locke and Key in the spinoff series.

This one had exceptional pacing, building up the tension as the noose tightened around the prime suspect who the reader already knows is guilty.

I didn’t see the plot twist coming and it was very well played. I also never found events to be too coincidental or convenient for the plot journey, they were linked into believable scenarios.

I absolutely adore Sawyer and Royce, I can’t say which is my favourite but they work so beautifully together, not only as work partners but as romantic ones.

Their chemistry is off the charts, but their friendship and support of each other, after a shaky start, is what makes this narrative sing.

Aimee’s best books yet imho.

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Release Blitz: Zero Divergence by Aimee Nicole Walker

Zero Divergence | Aimee Nicole Walker

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Release Date: March 17th, 2020

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Zero Divergence, noun: no deviation from a course or standard.

After a key piece of evidence goes missing, a suspected serial rapist and killer evades prosecution. More than Royce Locke’s reputation is on the line when his investigation into the failed chain of custody suggests Franco Humphries might’ve had inside help. There’s no one Royce trusts more than Sawyer Key to help him right a wrong and uncover the traitor in their midst, but can they do it before the Savannah Strangler strikes again?

Relentless plus fearless equals flawless. Sawyer and Royce have come full circle—from hostile strangers to best friends and lovers. Neither a sniper’s bullet nor an arsonist’s fire could keep them apart, but what about a psychopath hell-bent on revenge? The stakes are high, and there’s no turning back now because the zero hour is upon them. Tick tock.

Zero Divergence is the conclusion to the best-selling Zero Hour series, which follows Locke and Key’s investigations and evolving relationship. This is a series you MUST read in order. It contains mature language and sexual content intended for adults 18 and older.

Trigger warning: Part of the storyline involves coming to terms with a friend’s suicide, which may be difficult for some people to read.

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Royce’s brow went up. “I didn’t confess the many ways I plan to defile you after you take a nap.”

“I don’t need a nap.”  God, it sounded like heaven though. “You also know that isn’t what I meant. I told you it’s okay if you want a different partner. Maybe it’s healthier for our relationship if we—”

Royce silenced him by pressing his lips gently against Sawyer’s. “You’re the only partner for me.”He pointed toward the door. “Out there,” Royce said, turning his finger around and pointing toward his heart, “and in here. That’s why I made you something special.”

“You did?”

Royce nodded and grinned shyly. “I can’t decorate for crap, but I made it with love.”He pressed a quick kiss against Sawyer’s lips, then stood up. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

He returned a minute later with a cake carrier in one hand and two plates holding a cake knife and two forks in the other. Royce took off the lid and revealed a tall chocolate cake with chopped pecans sprinkled on top. Sawyer’s mouth immediately began watering. “Is that your mom’s cake recipe?”

“The one and only. Are you prepared to be wowed?”

“I just really want to shove my face in the cake,”Sawyer replied.

Royce laughed heartily. “Would you settle for a slice? I’d hate for you to wear chocolate in your gauze until your home health care nurse comes tomorrow to teach me the proper way to rebandage you in case of an emergency.”

“Shut up and feed me cake.”

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Ever since she was a little girl, Aimee Nicole Walker entertained herself with stories that popped into her head. Now she gets paid to tell those stories to other people. She wears many titles—wife, mom, and animal lover are just a few of them.

Her absolute favorite title is champion of the happily ever after. Love inspires everything she does, music keeps her sane, and coffee is the magic elixir that fuels her day. She’d love to hear from you

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Release Blitz: Without A Trace by RJ Scott

Without A Trace | RJ Scott

Lancaster Falls #2

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Length: 85,000 words approx.

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When long-buried secrets are exposed, and the search for truth becomes a race to save a life, how can two men ever hope to find real love?

Losing his brother has shaped Drew to become the man he is today—heartbroken, alone, but determined to make a difference in the world. Joining the military, fighting battles in places that he’s never even heard of, is his attempt to make amends for telling his brother to go to hell.

After his brother disappeared, he’d clung to the hope Casey was out there living his life. Of course, he’d be furious at Drew, and probably hate his brother, but at least in Drew’s head, Casey was safe.

One call changes everything. Casey’s body has been found, and the hope that had fueled Drew’s constant search for the truth is destroyed. Coming home to Lancaster Falls to bury his brother and face his mom’s anguish and accusations, is a nightmare made real, and he has nowhere to run from the pain.

Logan has made a home in Lancaster Falls. As a police officer, he plays by the rules, and he would never think of working off-the-grid. All that changes when an anonymous tip crosses his desk, and he is thrust headlong into solving a hundred-year mystery that could be connected with the modern day death of Casey McGuire.

Fighting an attraction to Casey’s brother is hard enough, but the infuriating man is there at Logan’s every turn, interfering with the case, breaking the rules, and demanding that Casey’s story be heard.

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USA Today bestselling author RJ Scott writes stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, a happily ever after.

RJ Scott is the author of over one hundred romance books, writing emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

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Hands down my favourite from a quite exceptionally good Kiwi-set series

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

My favourite in this series for sure, I absolutely loved the prickly Dr Edward R Newton and adored out there Detective Mark Knight.

I also love that each book in this series has been radically different from the others, this one falling almost directly into the romantic suspense narrative.

Now, I will admit that the big bad did make me ‘wtf’ a bit but I won’t spoiler what my reasons were as I don’t want to ruin anyone’s reading experience.

Having said that though, I think Jay definitely did enough leg work in to make it flow naturally in the plot without it coming from left field.

Lots of delicious UST and slow burn, lots of brilliant communication and honesty, and plenty of emotional vulnerability all drew this into a cohesive and engaging story.

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Release Blitz: Silent Sin by E.J. Russell

Silent Sin | E.J. Russell

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Release Date: 03.03.20

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When tailor Marvin Gottschalk abandoned New York City for the brash boomtown of silent-film-era Hollywood, he never imagined he’d end up on screen as Martin Brentwood, one of the fledgling film industry’s most popular actors. Five years later a cynical Martin despairs of finding anything genuine in a town where truth is defined by studio politics and publicity. Then he meets Robbie Goodman.

Robbie fled Idaho after a run-in with the law. A chance encounter leads him to the film studio where he lands a job as a chauffeur. But one look at Martin and he’s convinced he’s likely to run afoul of those same laws—laws that brand his desires indecent, deviant… sinful.

Martin and Robbie embark on a cautious relationship, cocooned in Hollywood’s clandestine gay fraternity, careful to hide from the studio boss, a rival actor, and press on the lookout for a juicy story.

But when a prominent director is murdered, Hollywood becomes the focus of a morality-based witch hunt, and the studio is willing to sacrifice even the greatest careers to avoid additional scandal.

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Excerpt

Something’s wrong.

The lights chasing around the marquee lit up Mr. McCorkle’s smirk, although Mr. Brentwood’s face was shadowed as he strode toward Robbie.

“Shall we go?” Mr. Brentwood was close enough now for Robbie to see him clearly in the yellow glow of the streetlamp. Jehoshaphat, there’d been more emotion in those still photographs than in his expression now.

“Go?” Robbie glanced between his shuttered face and Mr. McCorkle’s smirk. “If it’s because they don’t have a ticket for me, I don’t mind. I can come back—”

“Apparently there was a miscommunication somewhere.” Mr. Brentwood’s tone was languid, almost bored. “I find I don’t wish to see this picture tonight after all.”

But Robbie had absorbed more in Dottie’s cutting room than just the mechanics of motion pictures. She’d given him his first lessons in studio politics too. Mr. Brentwood’s stoic expression, Mr. McCorkle’s smirk, the lack of fans clamoring for their favorite stars told the story.

They didn’t expect him.

Robbie would give a lot to know whether Martin had been excluded on purpose, but studio gossip and intrigue weren’t Robbie’s business. Taking care of Mr. Brentwood, though? Robbie might only be the driver, and a new one at that, but he’d make Mr. Brentwood’s welfare his business. Somebody needed to, and the studio was sure making a hash of it.

He tightened his grip on the door handle so he wouldn’t be tempted to touch Mr. Brentwood’s sleeve. “I know you’re not exactly dressed for it, but if you don’t have any other plans, how would you like me to take you to my favorite diner? You’d definitely class up the place, and they’ve got the best doughnuts in town. My treat.”

Mr. Brentwood brushed the back of Robbie’s hand with the tips of his fingers, his smile a little sad. “That’s incredibly sweet of you, Robbie, however—”

“Of course.” Robbie dropped his gaze to stare at the reflection of the marquee in the Flyer’s window. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have overstepped. I’ll take you—”

“What I was going to say is that I’m incredibly flattered by the invitation, but”—he leaned closer and lowered his voice—“I can pay for my own doughnut.”

Robbie jerked his chin up in time to catch Mr. Brentwood’s more heartfelt smile. And was that an actual twinkle in his eye? Don’t be stupid. It’s probably just more reflections from the marquee chaser lights. “You mean it? You’ll come with me?”

“I’d be honored.”

“Hot dog! I mean, very good, sir.”

Mr. Brentwood threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, don’t start ‘sir-ing’ me now. In fact, since we’re about to share Hollywood’s finest doughnuts, I think you should call me Martin, don’t you?”

A thrill spiraled up Robbie’s spine. He’d been using Martin’s given name in his secret thoughts for weeks, but he never imagined he might be able to actually say it. “M-Martin, then. The place is near the studio. We should be able to get there—”

“Let me in, damn you!”

The shout, strident yet slurred, startled both of them. Directly under the marquee, a young man in evening dress, his tie askew and his hair flopping across his forehead, was swaying in front of Leo, poking his chest with a finger.

“Shite,” Martin murmured. “Wesley.”

“Mr. Thornhill?” Robbie looked closer. Yes, it was him, all right, but in all the stills Robbie had seen of Wesley in his college-boy adventures, he’d never looked so… debauched.

“I’m the biggest star this studio’s got,” Wesley shouted. “I wanna go see this piece of shit Fairbanks thinks is so damn wonderful. I can do the same stunts he does. I have done ’em. You show me what he’s doing in this one, and I’ll do the same thing by next Tuesday.”

“I’m afraid the doughnuts will have to wait for another time,” Martin said. “We’d better get Wesley out of here before he does any more damage.”

Robbie kept pace with Martin as he strode down the sidewalk. “You think he’ll hit Mr. McCorkle?”

“I meant damage to himself, to his reputation. He’s supposed to be a clean-cut American college boy, not somebody who’s clearly spent the last few hours in a speakeasy. Thank goodness the press has either left or gone inside.”

Martin lunged the last two steps and caught Wesley’s cocked elbow before he could throw a punch at Mr. McCorkle. “Wesley, my boy. Just the man I wanted to see. Come along with me, there’s a good chap, lest you forget yourself.”

“Leggo.” Wesley jerked his arm out of Martin’s grip. “I don’t forget me. I don’t forget you. I don’t forget nothing. You think they’ll”—he swung his arm wide and nearly smacked Robbie in the chest—“stand behind you if you don’t do what they want? They won’t. In fact….” Wesley’s grimace turned sly. “They’re doing it already, aren’t they? That’s why you’re out here instead of in there.”

“That’s enough. Robbie, if you wouldn’t mind taking Wesley’s other arm.” Martin nodded to Mr. McCorkle. “We’ll straighten him out.”

Leo snorted. “Good luck with that.”

“Wait! I wanna see the picture!” Wesley struggled in their grip, but Robbie had been plowing fields and pitching hay his whole life, and Martin was apparently stronger than he looked. Wesley was no match for the two of them.

But as they marched him toward the car, a flash popped in their faces. Wesley shrieked, attempting to cover his eyes with his hands.

“Drat,” Martin muttered. “Get the door, please, Robbie.”

Robbie sprang forward to obey, and they managed to wrestle Wesley into the back seat. He tried to scramble out again, which the photographer also caught, but Martin shoved him inside and climbed in next to him.

Robbie raced around the car, fully expecting he’d have to chase Wesley down the street if he escaped out the other door. But by the time Robbie slid behind the wheel, Wesley was slumped in the corner, weeping quietly.

“Where to, Mart—Mr. Brentwood?”

Martin sighed and smoothed his own hair, which had gotten rumpled in the struggle. “We’d best take him to my place and pour a gallon or two of coffee into him. Let us fervently hope he doesn’t spew all over the automobile before we get there.”

Robbie was tempted to push the Flyer harder than usual, not because he was worried about the upchucking—he’d cleaned up worse messes back home after Pa’d slaughtered a pig—but Wesley was worrying him. By the time they left downtown Los Angeles, he had stopped crying, but he’d started a rhythmic tapping against the window, coupled with low-voiced swearing that made the hairs on Robbie’s neck stand up. He couldn’t get to Alvarado fast enough.

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About the Author

Multi-Rainbow Award winner E.J. Russell—grace, mother of three, recovering actor—holds a BA and an MFA in theater, so naturally she’s spent the last three decades as a financial manager, database designer, and business intelligence consultant (as one does). She’s recently abandoned data wrangling, however, and spends her days wrestling words.

E.J. is married to Curmudgeonly Husband, a man who cares even less about sports than she does. Luckily, CH loves to cook, or all three of their children (Lovely Daughter and Darling Sons A and B) would have survived on nothing but Cheerios, beef jerky, and satsuma mandarins (the extent of E.J.’s culinary skill set).

E.J. lives in rural Oregon, enjoys visits from her wonderful adult children, and indulges in good books, red wine, and the occasional hyperbole.

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This shifter series never fails to entertain and engage

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I’ve been waiting for this book for months, ever since Charlie Adhara said she had more Coop and Park to come.

As you can tell by my update and my rating, it absolutely did not disappoint.

Her take on shifters is quite different from the typical ones, with a covert approach to their existence that necessitates secrecy and caution.

She uses that element to her advantage in this investigation, which sees our heroes going undercover to a couple’s relationship retreat to investigate a missing wolf.

There’ll be no spoilers in my review, I will say, the mystery had me second guessing my way through the book and, while I got one plot thread right, the main ‘big bad’ dodgy dealing didn’t even enter my radar until it was almost the end!

As for Cooper and Oliver. OMG they are on fire with their strange mini-pack dynamics but also with how much Coop is opening up.

Their relationship is tested to the max in this book, but I love how there is never any doubts in their love for each other. I was ‘awwwing’ all the way through!

They’re also just as insanely hot together, burning up the sheets as well as the public showers and an office and never not directly related to the narrative.

Sex isn’t thrown in randomly, it always drives off something which is happening in the main investigation which prompts a declaration of love or some horniness 😁

Book five is coming next year!

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