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Release Tour: The Rule of Three by Kristian Parker

The Rule of Three | Kristian Parker

Village Affairs #1

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When a handsome stranger arrives, James and Ed have to make a choice that will change their lives.

James Durkin is happy. He’s landlord of the pub, chair of the parish council and secret lover of his best friend, Ed Cropper. But Ed, tired of living in the shadows, dreams of living openly, something James can’t contemplate.

Then there’s Arthur Whittaker. When the handsome young primary school teacher comes to live in the village, he signals a future that neither James nor Ed ever saw for themselves.

But the small Yorkshire village of Napthwaite is a place that’s resistant to change, meaning the three men must be strong enough to forge their own path…

Will they overcome the odds—and tradition—to find the love they crave, or will their brave new world crumble to nothing under the pressure?

Reader advisory: This book contains instances of homophobia, and references to parental death and on-page drug-taking.

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Disco music blasted from the float passing by, and the crowds jamming the pavements dancing and waving in the spring sunshine cheered as a drag queen belted out Holding Out For A Hero at the top of her lungs.

A six-foot-tall man dressed as Wonder Woman threw a condom directly at Ed Cropper It ricocheted off his head and fell straight into his beer.

Lo siento,” ‘she’ cried and blew him a kiss.

She disappeared into the crowd, soon to be replaced by a marching band in stockings and suspenders. The parade waited for no one.

Ed fished the rogue item out of his beer and slid it into his shirt pocket.

James Durkin wrapped his arm around his shoulder. “Could you be any more Yorkshire? Waste not, want not?” he asked, laughing.

Ed leant into the hug, the throng of sweaty bodies pushing them together and the overwhelming smell of poppers permeating through the crowd. It only ever gave him a headache. He wondered what the hell anyone was doing sniffing them in the glaring Spanish sun.

Ah, guapo, guapo,” shouted another drag queen, resplendent as Ursula from The Little Mermaid. She made a beeline for Ed and James, kissing them both on the cheeks before plunging their faces into her bosom.

They gasped as they came up for air and she blew kisses.

“It’s bloody mental this year.” James grinned.

The parade tailed off, leaving the crowd to disperse. Every bar had rainbow flags and cheap shots, but several years’ experience had taught Ed that Maspalomas Pride was a marathon, not a sprint…although the glint in James’ eye said he’d happily hit the booze.

“Right. Come on, you,” Ed said. “Let’s get some supplies and have a disco nap. Keep your strength up.”

“Spoilsport,” James replied.

They broke off from the crowd and wandered down an alley towards the apartment they’d rented. It was so close to everything that they’d snapped it up the second they’d come home last year.

James put his shirt on and walked with a spring in his step. Ed caught sight of them both in a boutique window. The drag queen had been right. They did make a handsome couple. Six-foot-three James had piercing blue eyes, a receding hairline that he shaved and lightly tan skin. Ed, on the other hand, had long dark curls, a beard and an even deeper tan from working outdoors most of his life.

Once inside, the cool relief in the supermarket made Ed gasp. It had been so hot in the middle of that crowd. James stood by the huge fan, letting his shirt billow behind him.

“What are you like?” Ed chuckled, picking up a basket and starting to think about what they needed.

James followed him up the aisle. Ed picked up some juice and bits to snack on. He absolutely refused to turn the cooker on in the apartment, but they had to survive, didn’t they? He turned and saw James holding up eggs, bread and cheese.

“Please can I have your French toast for breakfast?” James asked with his pathetic puppy-dog face.

Ed sighed. “Not a chance, buster. You can take me out for French toast.”

James slowly dropped the items in the basket. “But no one makes it like you do. You’re the best French toast chef this side of Paris.”

Ed couldn’t resist those eyes. “Fine, seeing as it’s you.”

“Thank you, Eduardo,” James said with a wink. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

It made Ed cross when James called him that and he bloody knew it. “Will you now?”

“Definitely.”

“Then you’ve definitely got a deal.”

Ed went to kiss him but leapt like a scalded cat as James put a hand on his chest and pushed him away.

“What are you doing?” James whispered, checking around the deserted aisle to see if anyone had seen them.

Ed’s chest still stung from where James’ fingertips had rejected him. “Nothing.” He continued walking up the aisle but could sense James wasn’t following him and spun round. James had that confused face he used to pull in primary school when asked a particularly difficult question. Ed had found it adorable then and he still did.

“What is the matter with you?” James asked calmly.

It drove Ed mad that he never seemed to lose his cool. Ed threw the basket down on the floor with a clatter. “Ten minutes ago, you were happy to kiss a drag queen and take your shirt off. Now you push me away?”

James snatched up the basket. “Are we having an argument in the fucking shampoo aisle?”

“No, James. We couldn’t do that because someone might hear us,” Ed replied and stormed past him and out of the shop.

Tears were threatening to escape as he dashed across the busy street and down another alley which led to their apartment. He had the key and let himself into the dusty stairway where they’d kissed on nearly every step after they’d got home the night before.

Today he stomped up each one, desperately trying to leave his anger on them but only feeling more uptight the higher he climbed. By the time he got inside, the tears had gone and he paced the apartment. James would be here any minute and Ed really didn’t want to ruin the holiday by having a row.

He grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked out onto the balcony. The dull thud of the dance music from the huge party a stone’s throw away swept across the rooftops. Gaggles of men would be dancing in each other’s arms. Not afraid of anything.

Ed had always known he was attracted to men, but there had only ever been one he’d truly wanted. The man charging across the street below with a bag of shopping. He took a long slug of the cold beer and waited for the intercom to sound. It didn’t take long before the harsh buzz filled the room. With a sigh, he wandered over.

“Are you going to let me in?” James’ crackly voice questioned him.

Ed pushed the button and replaced the receiver. As a couple, they weren’t the type to be constantly arguing and making up. They achieved this mainly as Ed did everything he could to keep the peace. He hated confrontation. It upset him and he’d replay it over and over, long after James had forgotten about it.

But he’d started this one and now James’ footsteps echoed on the stairs. He would soon be wanting answers and Ed just wasn’t ready to have the conversation he’d been practising for a while now. He went out onto the balcony again. James had a habit of filling a room and could be totally overpowering. Ed had always been more the type to shrink and marvel at how James could find a way to talk to anyone.

James came through the wooden panelled door and threw the shopping bag down onto the glass dining table. “Are you going to talk to me?” he asked, joining Ed on the balcony. He took his beer from his hand and had a swig.

Ed got up and padded inside. James’ eyes bored into him as he got another drink from the buzzing fridge. It annoyed him that James had left the door open. He worried about mosquitos getting in, but the look on James’ face hadn’t lessened any and he thought it best to leave it for now.

“I’m still waiting, Ed.”

Ed went back outside and sat on the rickety old chair. “Why couldn’t you kiss me?” he asked eventually.

“You know why,” James said, leaning against the railing. “What if someone sees us?”

Ed threw his hands up in the air. “We’re miles away from anyone we know. And who cares if they do?”

“It’s just not my thing. You know it isn’t.”

But what if it’s mine? Ed couldn’t face carrying on this conversation. They had dinner plans for the evening and he had no intention of eating with a cloud hanging over them. “Fine, whatever. I’m sorry I caused a scene. It just hurt me, you know?”

He got up to put the shopping away. James grabbed hold of his arm and drew him inward, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Ed could smell the citrussy aftershave James had bought at the airport. It worked well on him, and he allowed himself to be drawn into a hug.

“You daft bugger. I love you no matter what. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you and I’d bloody kill anyone who did.”

Feeling the strong arms resting on his shoulders made everything all right again. It always had.

“Come here,” James said with a glint in his eye.

He moved Ed so he faced out to the whole of Maspalomas and stood behind him, lifting his arms like Leo did to Kate in Titanic.

“I bloody love this man,” James shouted, almost deafening Ed in the process. “I always have and I always will.”

A few people down below cheered. James spun him around and planted his lips on his. “There you go. Happy now?”

With that, he went inside and busied himself putting the shopping away. Ed watched him, marvelling at how pleased with himself James seemed. But the nagging doubt inside Ed still gnawed away at him. James had done it to keep him sweet, not because he wanted to. This secret love affair seemed to be all James wanted. A week in the sunshine every year then sneaking around the village they lived in for the rest of it.

Ed sighed and tried to shake the feeling that had been creeping into his mind for months.

The feeling that this…wasn’t enough for him anymore.

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About the Author

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I have written for as long as I could write. In fact, before, when I would dictate to my auntie. I love to read, and I love to create worlds and characters.

I live in the English countryside. When I’m not writing, I like to get out there and think through the next scenario I’m going to throw my characters into.

Inspiration can be found anywhere, on a train, in a restaurant or in an office. I am always in search of the next character to find love in one of my stories. In a world of apps and online dating, it is important to remember love can be found when you least expect it.

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Website & Newsletter – www.kristianparker.com

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Facebook, Twitter & Instagram: @kparkerwriter

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Giveaway

To celebrate The Rule of Three, Kristian is giving away two e-copies of the release

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A heartfelt and angsty journey in young love starts this series

60283865._SY475_Hot Seat by Eli Easton & Tara Lain

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I must declare an interest from the off here as I beta read this for Eli and Tara and so had a lot of a clue as to where the book was going.

Read Fireman’s Carry before you start this one as it picks up a month or so after the events of that book – it’s free in the Prolific Works Your Book Boyfriend’s Boyfriend giveaway:

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Hot Seat takes the reader on what, for me, felt like a really heartfelt, believable and – at times – intensely frustrating journey, as both Shane and Mike dealt with all the traumas of not only their involvement in the desperate rescue of dozens of people in the recent wild fires, but Mike’s being in the closet.

There are potential triggers (I’m not sure if they’re highlighted), as the family that Mike is lovingly embraced in also has some massive faults, with casually homophobic brothers, a toxic masculinity throughout, and a widely expressed belief that real men can’t be gay.

The tension in the narrative comes from the situation Shane and Mike find themselves in and, for young men just on the cusp of life (they’re 19/turning 21), it was utterly heart-breaking at times to watch the struggle firefighter rookie Mike goes through.

Thankfully, not all is doom and gloom, there are also some amazingly supportive characters throughout both Shane’s life (his Pops is awesome) but also among the Canalis, where Mike’s mum and sister really step up.

When things really come down to the wire, help and support also comes from an unexpected quarter and I have to say, I was very pleasantly surprised by that.

As my friend Dani says in her review, this one needed an Epilogue as it’s only a tentative step forward as a pair at the end.

But, as the series continues with other members of the Canali family (Donny is up next!), I’m hoping we’ll get updates on Mike and Shane throughout those books.

I’m pretty sure Mike’s uncle and his son are likely candidates for books too and I’m intrigued as to who else might be in play.

One thing I will say though, is that I didn’t feel like the ages of the rest of the characters was defined enough. Donny is supposed to be 25 but still acts like he’s fresh out of school at times, same with older brother Gabe, who I think is 28. Only the eldest brother felt like an elder brother!

But, it’s a minor point in an overall reading experience which really worked for me, even with the relatively young age of Shane and Mike.

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

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I struggled a bit but eventually this festive romance won me over

59120611._SY475_Mr. Jingle Bells by Leta Blake

My rating: 3.5 of 5 stars

Not going to lie, I struggled with this book and wasn’t sure I was going to finish it.

I’m usually a massive fan of Leta’s Christmas stories because she never turns out a cookie cutter cutsie romance, there’s always an edge which stops them going overly sweet.

Unfortunately, this one seemed determined to go too far down that path and at times, it was borderline depressing to read about all the traumas Ashton had gone through.

Both him and Walker were at times unlikeable too imho. I couldn’t understand how they were possibly going to get together in a way that would be convincing.

Then again, Leta is also a wordsmith extraordinaire, and she slowly started to work her magic both on Ashton and Walker, but also on me.

I found myself thawing towards them both, helped along by Walker’s wonderful sister Evelyn and her fiance Tom, and actively championing the move from fake boyfriend plot to actual relationship.

The sex, as ever with Leta, is blow your head off hot, but I really appreciated the tenderness between them.

***Sort of spoilery bit***

Then we hit the ‘Third Act’ where something has to go wrong if you (generic) follow the great “Writing Gods” and so there was conflict, confusion and the potential for breaking up and once more I felt like quitting.

I totally understood why Ashton reacted as he did, but it was also incredibly frustrating for him to not see the difference in the situation (and that’s as far as I’ll go along the plotline) and I wanted to chuck my Kindle away.

***End***

It’s taken me a week to read this book, I’d normally have done it in a few hours.

All’s well at the end though and there is a lovely Epilogue set a year later, I’d have personally just preferred a bit less angsting to reach it.

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

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