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Blog Tour: The Billionaire’s Wish by Geoffrey Knight

The Billionaire’s Wish | Geoffrey Knight

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RELEASE DATE: 01.11.18

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Tis the season to be jolly, but romance writer Matt Darcy is feeling anything but festive. With a pile of rejection letters as high as his latest manuscript, Matt is questioning whether his career as an author will ever take off.

And while his perfect husband Cal has planned a week-long trip to a mountain chalet for Matt, Mrs. Mulroney, Mr. Banks, Tilly and Angus—so that everyone can be together and enjoy the lead-up to Christmas—Matt can only hope his feelings of worthlessness and self-doubt won’t ruin the trip.

But when a bump on the head knocks Matt out and he wakes up miles from the chalet, the journey he must undertake is not a trek through the snow, but an eye-opening insight into the lives of those he loves most if he, Matt Darcy, had never, ever existed.

Will Matt let his feelings of uselessness and self-doubt lead him forever into the Forest of Darkness… or will this Christmas open his eyes to the magical truth that it is indeed a wonderful life?

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EXCERPT

“Hello? Are you alive in there? I can’t find you under all that damn snow. God Almighty, I think this one might really be… no… wait… I see him now. Yep, he’s alive.”

The voice felt distant at first, and was one I definitely didn’t recognize, at least not immediately. All I knew was my head was hurting like hell and when I tried to open my eyes all I could feel was the cold sting of snow, until someone with a gloved hand was wiping the snow away and trying to yank me up.

“Cal? Is that you?” I asked groggily, trying to shake my senses awake as someone pulled me out of the pile of snow I was buried under. But when my bleary eyes finally blinked into action, the person helping me to my feet was—“You?”

“I do have a name, you know.”

“Rashida, right? Rashida Jefferson?”

“You remember!” Rashida exclaimed with a big smile and an even bigger embrace. “It normally takes people a while to remember who I am. You must be good with names and faces. I’m taking you with me to my next dinner party. I am hopeless at remembering who’s who. I try to do the food association thing, you know, come up with nicknames based on who’s eating what at the dinner table, like Charlie Chicken Wings or Clam Chowder Carol, but I end up saying that name out loud and nobody is ever impressed with that.”

She released me, but all I could do was stand there staring at her in absolute, utter confusion. “Clam Chowder Carol? I don’t understand. What’s going on? What the hell are you doing here? I think I may be hallucinating.”

“Just relax, honey. You’re in a little bit of shock. You just got whomped by an avalanche of ice. Cal was right, that awning was totally a disaster waiting to happen.”

I looked around, suddenly concerned that I didn’t see my husband anywhere. “Cal? Where is he? Is he all right?” I called out to him. “Cal! Cal, where are you?”

“He’s not here.”

“Where is he?” I looked around, and suddenly realized I didn’t know where I was either. I was expecting to see the chalet, the awning, our four-wheel-drive parked a short distance away. But there was nothing but snow and trees and stars glittering in the night sky. “Oh fuck? Where is everyone? Where are we?”

“It’s okay,” Rashida said. “I told you, just relax. Everything’s okay. Deep breaths.”

“I don’t wanna take deep breaths. I wanna know where I am. Did I sleepwalk here? Oh God, I’ve been sleepwalking through the woods. I’m lost, aren’t I?”

“You could say that.”

“But what the fuck are you doing out here?”

“Well, in a nutshell, I’m here to rescue you.”

“But how did you know I was out here? Did you follow us to the chalet? Who are you? Oh my God, none of this is making sense. I need to find my way back to the chalet.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Geoffrey Knight is the author of more than 30 gay fiction novels, novellas and short stories, ranging in genre from gay adventure, gay romance, gay suspense and gay comedies. He is the recipient of two Rainbow Awards including Best Mystery Winner and Best Overall Gay Fiction Runner-up. His work has been featured in several anthologies including Best Gay Erotica 2013, and he appeared as Guest of Honor at the inaugural Rainbow Con in Florida, 2014.

Geoffrey has worked in advertising, politics and journalism, but nothing is as fun as telling stories. He lives with his partner, their baby daughter, two dogs and two cats in a rambling old house in North Queensland, Australia, where the paint is fraying and life is good.

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Release Blitz: The Captain’s Cornish Christmas by Catherine Curzon & Eleanor Harkstead

The Captain’s Cornish Christmas | Catherine Curzon & Eleanor Harkstead

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Genre: Contemporary 

Length: 64 pages

Publisher: Pride

Release: 11th December 2018

URL: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/the-captains-cornish-christmas

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Captains-Cornish-Christmas-Captivating-Story-ebook/dp/B07JZK5LW8

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Captains-Cornish-Christmas-Captivating-Story-ebook/dp/B07JZK5LW8

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42392361-the-captain-s-cornish-christmas

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Blurb

For a lonely Cornish lifeboatman and an author who’s more used to crime scenes than love scenes, this Christmas is going to be very merry indeed!

When Jago Treherne agrees to man the Polneath lifeboats one snowy Christmas, he knows he can forget turkey and all the trimmings.

Yet when he boards a seemingly empty yacht and stumbles upon sexy Sam Coryton enjoying an energetic afternoon below decks, Jago soon realizes that he might be unwrapping a very different sort of Christmas gift this year!

Excerpt

Copyright © Catherine Curzon & Eleanor Harkstead 2018.
All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Pride Publishing.

Jago frowned as he heard the weather warning come in over the radio. It was the last thing he needed on Christmas Eve.

He barely noticed the cold sting of the sea spray striking his face as he powered the rescue boat over the waves. There hadn’t been an SOS, but he had left Polneath harbor anyway. Sam Coryton and his yacht, Morveren, hadn’t returned to the marina, and with bad weather moving in and little daylight left, Jago knew he would have to go out to find him.

No response on the radio. No distress flares sighted.

Jago kept his grip firm on the wheel, his jaw set with determination.

He rounded the rocky headland, so beautiful and yet, he knew only too well, so dangerous—and he saw it. The white hull and sails of the Morveren. And it appeared to be in distress. The yacht rocked from side to side in the water, the depths already boiling in anticipation of the oncoming storm. In the windows of the vessel bright Christmas lights twinkled merrily, but there was no other sign of life, no indication that Polneath’s favorite son was anywhere on board.

A chill ran through Jago’s blood as he steered closer to the yacht, and it wasn’t just at the thought of what this oceangoing Maserati must have cost. No man with an ounce of sense in his head would be so stupid as to still be out here now in the dying hours of the Christmas Eve daylight, with the maelstrom somewhere on the horizon. He remembered from summer Sam’s bad habit of swimming alone from the deck of his yacht, but surely he wouldn’t be so stupid as to do it in the depths of winter?

Even Sam Coryton wouldn’t be so idiotic as that.

Jago pulled up alongside the yacht and let the engine idle. He called over the sound of the waves and the seabirds, “Sam! Sam Coryton—it’s Captain Treherne. Are you there, Sam? Can you hear me?”

He paused, but heard no reply. There was no sign of anyone in the water, and Jago wondered if Sam had been taken ill, alone in a cabin on the yacht. “I’m coming aboard!”

Jago lashed the rescue boat to the Morveren, then heaved himself onto the deck. His boots squeaked as he crept along the deserted craft.

“Where the bloody hell is he?” Jago muttered to himself as he lifted the hatch on the companionway and stared down into the vessel. The Christmas lights were the only illumination in the stairwell, but from beneath he could hear the gentle strains of light classical music and smell fresh coffee, suggesting that someone was or, in the worst-case scenario had been, aboard until recently.

Jago called Sam’s name again, carefully descending the stairs into the yacht’s living quarters. He had seen some impressive vessels in his day and this was certainly high among them, a sleek craft from the outside and a comfortable home within. The hallway that stretched ahead of him was brightly lit, the walls decorated with enormous canvases showing cheery riots of color, but that made the scene feel somehow even more uneasy.

There was something in the air, an indefinable tension that fired Jago’s instincts as he looked in on the rooms and found nothing out of the ordinary, but no sign of the man who had sailed this vessel from the safety of the harbor.

Where was Sam Coryton, successful crime author? Surely this wasn’t one of Sam’s thrillers come to life? Would Jago pull open a door and find—no, he couldn’t bear to think of that. Not on his watch, not Polneath’s famous boy.

“Sam? Can you hear me?”

He shouldn’t have thought of Sam’s thrillers. Now Jago was thinking of the bright Cornish villages with their casts of colorful locals and the violence just beneath the surface, of murder and—this was just the sort of plot Sam Coryton would come up with—Christmas lights on a floating yacht with a gory surprise lurking somewhere within.

Only one set of double doors remained in the living quarters now and they stood, as they would in a murder mystery, right at the end of the hallway ahead of Jago. He hadn’t seen a master bedroom so this must be it. Despite himself the lifeboat captain, sturdy, brave, fearless, paused with his hands on the door handles. He drew in a deep breath, told himself he had seen worse than a dead author and pushed the doors open.

Jago had only time to see a brief impression—a figure, sprawled across a bed. A naked body. Was this the work of some depraved psychopath?

“Bloody hell, no—Sam!”

About The Authors

Eleanor Harkstead

Eleanor Harkstead likes to dash about in nineteenth-century costume, in bonnet or cravat as the mood takes her.

She can occasionally be found wandering old graveyards. Eleanor is very fond of chocolate, wine, tweed waistcoats and nice pens. Her large collection of vintage hats would rival Hedda Hopper’s.

Originally from the south-east of England, Eleanor now lives somewhere in the Midlands with a large ginger cat who resembles a Viking.

Catherine Curzon

Catherine Curzon is a royal historian who writes on all matters of 18th century. Her work has been featured on many platforms and Catherine has also spoken at various venues including the Royal Pavilion, Brighton, and Dr Johnson’s House.

Catherine holds a Master’s degree in Film and when not dodging the furies of the guillotine, writes fiction set deep in the underbelly of Georgian London.

She lives in Yorkshire atop a ludicrously steep hill.

You can follow Catherine on Facebook and Twitter and take a look at her Website.

 

Simply beautiful romance from Kelly Jensen

Building foreverBuilding Forever by Kelly Jensen

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is two out of two for Kelly Jensen – both completely different genre types as well, a Sci-Fi To See The Sun and now this contemporary.

I knew I was going to like this one when I was laughing out loud during the first chapter, tearing up at 37%, and when Kelly used one of my most favourite words ever – susurrate during a sex scene 🙂

This book is, pretty much, a feel-good read with only a teeny bit of angsty, lots and lots of love, fun and laughter, humour, and great characters and world-building, and it’s really visual! I could picture perfectly in my mind the setting.

The two protagonists are the kind of blokes I want to be friends with. I loved Simon and I adored Charlie. Their relationship was just lovely to read. The trope of neighbours falling in love is one you don’t see so much these days and it’s done with full justice here.

Simon’s looking for a new start, Charlie’s just living day by day, mostly happy but living with buried feelings of guilt and still mourning the loss of his wife.

There is a scene, which I mentioned in my Updates, which had me tearing up completely and it just summed up the whole book for me really – Simon was the perfect guy to pick up the baton so people could move on.

“I’m aware most of Bethlehem believes my associates are ghosts,” Arthur continued. “There was only one, though. Jeremy Klein. He was my partner in all things until he passed.” He wore the expression of a man reminiscing over deep loss and old grief. “It’s difficult to move forward from that. Especially in a small community. So I honored his memory—each facet of it—by making Jeremy into a host of associates. My partner, my friend.” A quiet breath. “My lover.”
Gaping wasn’t polite, but how else to react?
“I hope I have not misjudged you,” Arthur went on. “That my . . . personal history isn’t something you—”
“No. You haven’t. I appreciate the confidence.”
“It’s considered rude to imagine one knows another without question, and this world is so obsessed with labels. But I recognized you when you first came to visit me, Simon. That’s not why I was eager for the partnership, you understand. But I felt nonetheless that we could make beautiful things together. That in you, I had found someone to pass my associates on to.”

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

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Loved this fake boyfriend romance

The Shipwreck (Lavender Shores Book 4)The Shipwreck by Rosalind Abel

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I’m not sure I quite buy into part of what happens at the end of this book but up to that point it was absolutely heading for my favourite in the series.

This is a wonderful read, it’s got a lot of humour, a lot of good sex, a little bit of angst, some character development and a wonderfully brilliant grovel.

Lamont is a real sweetie, he’s quiet and a bit neurotic and, at the age of 45, mostly given up on love finding him outside of the hetero romance novels he writes under a female pseudonym.

But fate has a funny little habit of putting things in the path of people when they least expect it and such is the case here when he bumps into cover model Tyler in a bar during a convention.

Lamont and Tyler hit it off and a plan is hatched for him to visit Lavender Shores for Andrew and Joel’s baby shower and pose as Lamont’s boyfriend.

Of course, nothing ever goes to plan and as they spend more time together it becomes clear it’s not just pretend. Lamont was honest about sex always needing to have an emotional connection for him in the past and how he’d been burned so many times by people just wanting the physical.

Watching him fall for Tyler but not know whether he was still playing a role was a little bit heart breaking but it made the joy all the more sweeter when his feelings were returned.

Tyler’s carrying his own baggage too and the author never loses sight of that, he’s worried about losing himself and letting go from his only sex no emotions state of living.

There’s a hiccup along the way but some good groveling and a lay it bare letter helps bridge the gap and leads into a truly spectacular make up sex session involving a pool table.

Now bring on book five and finally Connor and Micah’s ‘forbidden’ romance!

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