Saturday, December 30, 2017

Authors Are Human By S.C. Wynne

Good morning all!

I saw some stuff happening on Facebook yesterday, and it got me thinking. There was a reader/reviewer who was upset because she was kicked out of a group for saying negative things about one of the author's books. Now, this was inside the author's private group. There are lots of places for people to vent and give their opinions about the books they read, and most authors understand that not all books will please all readers.

But if you have to bitch, don't go into an author's group to do it. Go to Goodreads. Amazon. Any group you want on Facebook, Twitter. ANYWHERE ELSE.

Sometimes I feel like certain readers don't quite understand how difficult it is to create something, and then have other people criticize it. We're human. We're sensitive. We often doubt our own talent and ability to write. If you want to review a book, there are so many options for readers to do so. But to go into an author's space, and go out of your way to make sure the author knows you weren't happy, is strange. What would make you think the author would want that? Who enjoys criticism? Would you insult someone who invited you into their private space and cooked you a meal? Is there some reason you think the author simply must hear your opinion? Why? What happened to being kind? Respectful? Not all books will be your favorite. So? If you've enjoyed many of the authors books, can't you maybe let something pass? Why do you feel driven to express your disappointment to the author? Did you forget authors aren't robots? That we have the same sensitivities anyone else does?

I'm not saying reviewers and readers can't express themselves however they want. They can and do. That's awesome. But know your audience. As a creative person, I avoid places where people tend to be rude and downright mean in their reviews. Places like Goodreads are horrible for authors. But no one thinks Goodreads shouldn't exist. I simply avoid going there at all costs.

Creativity is a fragile thing. When people say hurtful things to an author, it isn't easy to forget. And being creative when you feel wounded is hard. Every word you put on the paper feels stupid and stilted. Mean words, intentional or not, can damage an authors ability to perform well. This is how many of us put food on the table. We can't afford to sit and nurse our wounds, so it's easier if we just try and avoid negativity about our books. But if you come into our groups and vent, how would we do that? We need private, safe places. We deserve that.

I'll reiterate, I'm not saying reviewers and readers have no right to express themselves. They do. THEY DO. Don't misunderstand me. But don't expect to be welcomed and greeted warmly when you go into an author's private group and express how much you didn't enjoy their book.

Our books are like our children. We put everything into them. No one is going to smile and say thank you when you tell us you didn't like something we worked months on. Sorry. We are human. We. Are. Human.

S. C.

Friday, December 29, 2017

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! from Felice Stevens

I want to wish each and everyone of you a happy, healthy and safe new year. I hope 2018 brings you joy. In my reader group, I posted a list of words asking people what they wanted for the coming year.
My word for the year is BALANCE.
I have many projects coming in 2018 and it will take all my strength and discipline to keep them in balance.
What's your word?
If you are interested in joining my reader group, Felice's Fun-House, you can do so here:

We talk about life, books, and of course, kissing.....

HAPPY 2018!!!

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Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Happy New Year from BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean!

Emilie Rose is our winner from last week. BA was popcorn, Julia was Scooby Doo, Kiernan was the skate, and Sean was the merman! Emilie, see the comments on that post!



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Sunday, December 24, 2017

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, everyone.

I'm taking a break this week to spend time with family but I'll be back once the festivities are done!

I wish you all a safe and very happy holiday.



Saturday, December 23, 2017

Merry Christmas Clam Dip Recipe by S.C. Wynne

Morning all!

The holidays mean parties, and parties mean booze and snacks. One of my favorite drinks is an Italian Margarita and one of my favorite dips is clam dip. My family has perfected it over the years. We take our clam dip very seriously.

I thought I'd share a few recipes with you this morning that help me have a more festive holiday!

Italian Margarita (one serving)

2 oz Sweet n Sour Mix
1/2 oz quality golden tequila
1/2 oz Contreau
1 oz quality Amaretto

Put in a shaker with ice and shake as if your life depends on it. :) Then pour into a glass with a sugar rim and drink!

Clam Dip

2-cloves garlic
4-8 oz packages of cream cheese
4-tsp Worcestershire sauce
2-cans clams minced
1-can clams chopped
4-Tbs clam juice
1/2 tsp garlic salt

Be sure to drain the clams, saving your 4 Tbs of course, and let the cream cheese sit out to soften before mixing everything together. Grab some ridged potato chips and enjoy!

Hope you all have a wonderful holiday season and a Merry Christmas!


Tuesday, December 19, 2017

a Christmas contest from BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean

Hey y'all!

Can you guess which ornament belongs to which writer?

Put your guesses in the comments for a chance to win an ebook of your choice from us at

Come play!



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Sunday, December 17, 2017

Hanukkah and Christmas Top 5s

Happy Sunday all!

‘Twas the week before Christmas... and also the fifth night of Hanukkah! We celebrate both in my house as my wife is Jewish, so we light the Hanukkiah, and I have to have my Christmas Tree.

I wanted to make this post entirely a holiday movie post, but there are no Hanukkah movies. NONE. There is food though. At a Jewish celebration there is always amazing food. So, today we have my top 5 foods to eat at Hanukkah, and my Top 5 Christmas Eve.

Top 5 Hanukkah Foods:

1. Latkes (potato pancakes)
2. Sufganiyot (jelly doughnuts)
3. Noodle Kugel (noodle casserole)
4. Brisket (cooked much like a post roast)
5. Gelt (chocolate coins!)

My Top 5 Christmas movies:

1. It’s a Wonderful Life
2. Alastair Sim’s A Christmas Carol
3. How the Grinch Stole Christmas
4. A Christmas Story
5. Miracle on 34th Street

What are your favorites?

Home Alone, Nightmare before Christmas, A Charlie Brown Christmas, Muppet Christmas Carol, Bishop’s Wife... oy, I have a lot of favorite Christmas movies.

As next Sunday is Christmas Eve, I’ll be taking the day off from posting. I wish you all a very happy holiday season, and I’ll see you right before the New Year!

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Merry Christmas New Release! by S.C. Wynne

Good morning all you little Wynners!

This morning I wanted to share my new release with you! Why am I using so many exclamation points? I must be super excited. lol

Mistletoe Omega is a heartwarming Christmas novella with a guaranteed HEA. I really enjoyed writing this story. I loved the older and younger MC dynamic. I don't usually write May-December type of stories, but it was fun exploring these two character's differences.

Here's a blurb:

Sam Styles is having a horrible holiday season. He’s just found out he’s pregnant, and his alpha has bolted, leaving him stranded. Sam hides his pregnancy because a pregnant omega without an alpha isn’t popular in his omega/alpha society.

Graham Peters is an alpha who is fifteen years older than Sam. While Graham doesn’t realize Sam is pregnant, something about the younger omega tugs at his heart. He wants to help the down on his luck omega.

The two men grow close when Graham opens his home to Sam. But Sam is guarded and afraid of what might happen if Graham discovers he’s is pregnant with another alpha’s baby.


I stayed behind the counter and leaned against the ice machine. The front doors opened and a gust of chilled wind blew into the diner. The alpha who walked in had dark eyes and hair, with just a tiny bit of silver at his temples. I’d seen him many times before. He always sat by himself in the corner and ordered the same thing every time; fried eggs, crispy bacon and black coffee. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, he always got the same meal.
Patty was busy with several tables, and it occurred to me if I wanted to mooch a ride from her, I might earn brownie points by helping her out some. She’d probably take me home anyhow, but this way I didn’t feel as beholden. I didn’t like owing people things. Then they thought they had power over you, and I didn’t care for that feeling at all.
I grabbed an order pad from under the counter, along with a menu. As I approached the alpha, he held my gaze without blinking. I smiled a greeting. “Welcome.”
I led him to a booth and attempted to hand him the menu. “Coffee?”
“Yep.” He didn’t take the menu from me. “I think we both know I don’t need that.”
I wiggled the plastic coated menu in front of him. “I thought maybe you’d want to try something different today. It’s the holiday season. You should live a little.”
“Is that right?” He arched one brow.
He was attractive. I mostly knew he was older than me because of the dusting of gray at his temples. But the tanned skin of his face was smooth, and I assumed he had a nice body from the way the material of his jeans clung to his firm ass and muscular thighs.
I shook myself. I was supposed to be taking his order, not ogling him. “Maybe some pumpkin-spice waffles, or our special Christmas omelet?” I gave him another smile.
He chuffed. “Tell you what? How about you put some cream in my coffee for a change?”
I frowned. “Wow. You’re a real thrill seeker.”
His lips twitched, but his gaze remained blank. “Yep.”
Since he didn’t make any move to take the menu from me, I gave up and went to get his coffee, and put his usual order in. He grunted when I set his java down in front of him, and then he pulled out a paperback, sliding down in his seat to wait for his meal. I left him, unsure of why he intrigued me so much tonight. Maybe it was because I wasn’t actually on shift right now, and so I had extra time to just watch him.
“Hey, thanks for grabbing Graham for me.” Patty bustled up to me and grabbed the orange juice from the under the counter fridge. She poured two glasses and returned it to its spot. “He’s a good tipper. You’ll be happy.”
“No problem.” Graham. It suited him. It was a solid, steadfast name, and he seemed like that kind of man. “What’s his story?”
Holding the glasses of O.J. she paused. “You mean Graham?”
“Yeah. He keeps to himself I notice.”
She shrugged. “All I know is he’s a regular, and he tips well. That’s good enough for me.”
She left me and I refilled my coffee as I studied him. Everybody had some kind of story. Some were happy, some depressing. But nobody got away with having no story at all. Graham was an alpha, and of an age when usually he’d be settled with kids. But he’d never brought anyone in with him.
Had he loved and lost? Had he never bothered to seek out a mate? That was pretty unusual in our alpha omega society. Almost everyone eventually broke down and gave in to the pressure of procreating. I frowned and glanced down at my own stomach. What the hell was I going to do with a kid? I could barely keep myself fed.
The bell near the kitchen area rang, making me jump. I checked and saw it was Graham’s meal sitting under the heat lamps. I grabbed his food and the coffee pot, and carried everything over to him, setting his eggs and bacon carefully on the table. “Any ketchup or hot sauce?” I asked, refilling his coffee with my other hand.
He shook his head. “No, thank you.” He hesitated and then he said, “Don’t you usually work the earlier shift?”
Surprised he knew that, a little flutter when through me. “Um… yeah. I already worked today.”
He frowned. “You’re just hanging around longer because you love it here so much you don’t want to leave?”
I laughed, feeling heat rise from my neck to my face. “I missed my bus.”
He nodded. “I see.”
“It was the last one of the night. But it’s a little cold to walk, so I thought I’d come back where it’s warm, and grab a ride from Patty when her shift is over.”
He picked up his fork, but still he hesitated. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t she take over for you at the end of your shift?”
“She does.”
“Which means she won’t be out of here until around nine tomorrow morning?” His eyes narrowed. “You’re staying here eight hours for a ride?”
I lifted my chin. “Hey, it beats freezing to death.”
“Don’t you have a friend you can call?” He cleared his throat. “What about that loud-mouthed alpha who sometimes visits you on your shift?”
I laughed. “Loud-mouthed?”
“He’s not quiet.”
“No. That’s true.” I found it interesting he’d noticed Tim, and who had what shift, when he always had his nose buried in a book. “You’re an observant guy.”
“I used to be a cop. Old habits die hard.”
“I see.”
“So why can’t your buddy give you a ride?”
I didn’t want to tell him my personal business, so I made something up. “He had to drive to the next town over to visit his mother.”
“He’s visiting his mother?” He sounded skeptical.
“Sure. Why not?”
He snorted and scooped a forkful of eggs into his mouth. As he chewed, he watched me intently. Once he’d swallowed he said, “I can give you a lift.”
Surprise rolled through me and I grimaced. “Oh, no. That’s not necessary.”
“Really? You’d rather stay here another eight hours than accept my offer?”
Pulling my brows tight, I said, “I wouldn’t want to put you out.”
“It’s no bother.”
“How can you know that? You don’t even know where I live.”
“Your boyfriend’s car is kind of flashy. I’ve seen it parked for almost a month over at the Wagon Train Motel. Unless he’s been meeting someone else there, I assumed that’s where you two live.” He took another mouthful of eggs, and then washed it down with coffee.
My face felt hot, and I inched away slowly. “I don’t know.”
“It’s just a ride. I’m not a serial killer.”
My laugh was way too loud. “If you were, it’s not like you’d announce it.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He went back to eating.
I walked away, feeling confused. It wasn’t as if I wanted to hang out here for hours on end. I desperately wanted to shower and put my feet up. But I felt weird accepting a ride from a customer. As Patty walked past, I grabbed her elbow. “Hey, can I ask you something?”
She stopped, her shoes squeaking on the tile. “Sure. But make it quick, I’m busy.”
“Is Graham like… a good guy?” I let go of her arm.
“What?” She frowned.
“I mean, has he ever done anything weird? Or has he ever made you or any of the staff uneasy?”
She laughed. “No. He’s been coming here for years and he’s never been anything but pleasant.”
“Don’t they always say it’s the quiet ones?”
“I’m sure there are usually warning signs. So far, all I’ve noticed about him that’s unusual is he tips well compared to the other regulars.” She raised her brows.
She frowned. “Why? Did he do something?”
“No. Not at all. He offered me a ride home.”
She smiled. “Aww. He’s such a sweet heart. You should take him up on it.”
“You think so?”
“Why not? You’re gonna regret it if you let him leave. I can guarantee, around the five hour mark, you’ll wish you’d said yes.”
I sighed. “God, I would kill to rest my feet.”
“Exactly.” She smiled. “Tell him yes.”
“Maybe I will.” I tore the check from the pad and headed toward Graham. As I set the bill on the table, he looked up from his book. My stomach tensed nervously. “Does your offer still stand?”
He nodded slowly. “Of course.”
“You sure? I don’t want to put you out.”
His gaze softened. “It’s no trouble. I promise.”
“All right.” I laughed awkwardly. “Then I’ll just ring you up, and when you’re ready, I’m ready.”
He snapped his book closed and tucked it in his back pocket. Then he pulled out his wallet and tossed down some cash. I picked up the money, and he slid from the booth. “I’ll meet you outside.” He sauntered toward the door and I watched him leave.
Patty walked past, her arms laden with plates of food. “Good decision, kid. See you tomorrow.”
I cashed out his ticket, noticing the amount left over was indeed a generous tip. I tucked it in my pocket and zipped up my hoodie. Then I made my way out into the freezing night.

Hope you enjoyed that little taste! If it seems like something you'd enjoy I'll leave some links below. 
Have a wonderful weekend you guys, and Happy Hanukkah and Merry Christmas!
Buy links below for Mistletoe Omega:

Friday, December 15, 2017

Breaking a Golden Rule? by Felice Stevens

Happy Holidays!! We're winding down the year and that always makes me think what new things I'm looking forward to.

If you've read my books, you know I'm a romance purist at heart. I take my couple from start to finish and give them a strong Happily Ever After. That's what I read and I like to write what I want to read.
While I was in Facebook jail for that week during Thanksgiving an idea popped into my head and before I knew what I was doing, I'd written a short story as a prequel to a new series. Not too big a deal, you say. 
The prequel introduces the two characters, Austin and Rhoades, and ends on a cliffhanger.
The dreaded word. Cliffhanger. So while the prequel is written, I'm not planning on releasing it until the resolution of their story is ready to release. And since I"m writing it now, that won't happen for a while. 
I've never had a problem with cliffhangers, but some people hate them with a passion.
How do you feel about cliffhangers? Love them? Hate them? Might try? Won't ever read them?
I'd love to know. 

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Help me decide where to move by Riley Hart

We've been seriously looking into leaving Southern California. There are a lot of things I like about it...but I need a change. My family needs a fresh start really badly. Southern California isn't an easy place to make it. LOL.

So...I'd love some suggestions from you guys. If you've lived somewhere, visited somewhere, or currently live somewhere that meets some of our must-haves, I'd love to know.

1. Good schools
2. A couple motocross/dirt bike tracks within an hour drive.
3. AFFORDABLE. lol. Must be less to live than SoCal.
4. I don't want a ton of snow. We'd go crazy and I don't want to learn to drive in it. So, maybe a couple snows a year, at most.
5. It needs to be fairly liberal. I can't live in a city that is too conservative. That wouldn't fit my family or beliefs at all.

So...what do you have for me?

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Holiday traditions from BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean

Hey y'all!

Today we talk traditions!

Sean Michael

Holiday are traditions are something I’ve been thinking more about as I’ve gotten older than I used to.

When I was a kid, we used to drive to both sets of grandparents every single Christmas. So in order not to have to drag our gifts for each other all the way there and then all the way back (it was a seven hour drive to the first grandparents and then another two to the second, with an eight hour trip home). So my folks started having ‘family Christmas’ on the Sunday before Christmas where we’d exchange gifts just the four of us. I always loved those family Christmases.

One of my current traditions is cookies! I usually make about a dozen different types of cookies, then put together cookie plates for everyone on my list. That way, everyone gets 2-6 of each different kind of cookie. There are some that I make every year, others that get retired and always a new kind or two. I’ve been doing it at least a half dozen years now and planning it out and baking the cookies is one of my favorite ways to get into the holiday mood.

A tradition I would like to start is doing something with feeding the hungry. Either spending a day with the family, helping to pack up bags at the food bank, or serving Christmas dinner at a soup kitchen.

I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday this year, full of family, friends and joy.


BA and Julia

Since we're married, you get two for one.

As a kid, my mom (Julia) didn't decorate until the 18th. Her birthday was the 17th, and as a child, her birthday had rolled into Christmas, because they were so poor. So Dad said, no, your birthday comes first. Then we left the tree up until about Jan 7.

As a kid, BA's tree went up the day after Thanksgiving, and came down the day after Christmas. Her birthday is January 9, and her mom wanted her birthday to be special.

As adults, we compromise. We decorate the first week of December, and take it down the 29th or 30th. That way we don't take the old year into the new (a BA thing) and I get to look at the tree a few more days (A Julia thing). We have German chocolate cupcakes for my mom's birthday on the 17th and sing happy birthday, even though mom has been gone longer than BA and I have been together, and BA's mom comes over too.

It's a grand thing.

Kiernan Kelly

Every Christmas Eve, we’d go to midnight Mass, then come home to open gifts. On Christmas Day, we’d have dinner at my grandmother’s house (our family was so big we each had our own holiday to eat at grandma’s. Christmas was ours!). Afterward, home for a nap (or to play with our stuff!), then back again to grandma’s where the entire family would gather for coffee and cake. A house filled to the rafters with laughter and talking and eating. It was magic.

Once we had our own family, we continued the tradition of opening gifts after midnight.. My hubs would dress as Santa, and go into the kids’ bedrooms ringing a bell and ho-ho-ho-ing to wake them up. Before they were fully awake, he’d dash away, and be waiting in the living room dressed as Dad again when they wandered in, sleepy-eyed and full of wonder. Still keeping the tradition of opening gifts after midnight, we gather with our kids and their kids to exchange gifts. When my grandchildren were little, my hubs dressed as Santa for them, too. My granddaughter still sleeps with the snowman Santa gave her. Another tradition that’s a hold over from when I was little is unwrapping gifts in order of age, oldest going first. We open one at a time, going in order from oldest to youngest.



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Monday, December 11, 2017

Free Books! by Cardeno C.

Happy Monday! In case you missed my previous post about this or you're new to the blog, I want to let you know about a great club you can join for free and get a free book every month. The Gay Romance Readers Club is sponsored by twelve romance authors and each month, an author gives away a book to club members. Take a look at our authors here and then sign up for free books!

Have a terrific week.


Sunday, December 10, 2017

This is a blog post!

Happy Sunday!

That picture is a note that my wife left me so that I wouldn't forget to write a post for this blog today.

Yep. That's what kind of week it's been.

I had a whole bullet journal full of things to do, and while I managed to do most of it, I added almost as much as I was able to check off. A deadline, a pre-holiday shopping list, doctor visits, a birthday, a concert... all good stuff, but sleep and organization went a little out the window. My sanity wasn't far behind.

And to cap off a crazy week, yesterday it snowed for the first time of the season - and the first time since we've moved into our new house.

When you're in a house for a while snow is one of those things you create a routine for. You know when to go out for a first pass with the shovels; you know how to deal with the situation the end of the driveway when the plows come through; you know which spots you need to put down ice melt or sand in; and you know where you need to put all the snow so you can maneuver your cars.

Well. When you're in a brand new (to you) house, especially one with an entirely different setup... Yeah. Not so much with knowing how to manage all that white stuff.

Worse? Since the move, we have only found one shovel. We think the other got left behind. That made the whole snow removal process sloooow.

Don't get me wrong. I love snow. LOVE IT. I don't mind managing it or driving in it, it's just what we do where I live. But getting my head around what to do with it and how almost drove me off the deep end yesterday.

But now it's Sunday! I'm going to my first NFL football game today - Giants vs. Cowboys - and I'm grateful that it has stopped snowing. But I don't know anything about football so it will be an interesting day. Maybe that will be next week's blog post. ;-)

Enjoy your Sunday!  Cheers!


Saturday, December 9, 2017

Things Come and They Go by S.C. Wynne

Morning all! I'm running a little late. I'd love to blame it on too much spiked eggnog, but I don't have any eggnog!

A writer friend of mine, Felice Stevens, shared a blog post with me by Kristine Kathryn Rusch about the state of publishing at the moment and how it's just going through the cycle that any business goes through. I kind of have to agree with her.

When e-publishing first exploded, there was a huge hay day, where lots of people made obscene amounts of money, and for some reason, they didn't realize it would one day slow down. Because new things generate a lot of excitement, and then they don't.

I see this happening in mpreg right now. It was an underserved market, and now everybody is writing it and hoping to make bank. (Shhhh even I wrote some) But it will be flooded soon with people trying their hand at it. But I digress....

I liked the article so much and thought it was so spot on, I'm going to link to it and you can read it for yourself. (It is long, just to warn you.) You can decide if the sky is falling, or if the world of publishing is just settling in as a mature business should.

Here Is The Link


Friday, December 8, 2017

Audiobooks on sale! by Felice Stevens

Did you all know that Audible is running a site-wide 50% sale on all their audiobooks? No? Great! It's 50% offl ist price but there are still some great deals. Here's a link to my audible titles. Just click and you can be listening to Nick Russo reading The Shape of You or Kale Williams narrating Brandon and Tash's story in Embrace the Fire, the final book in the Through Hell and Back series. Or how about Derrick McClain reading Gideon's yummy recipes to you in Learning to Love!
Here's the link!

Happy Listening!!

Thursday, December 7, 2017

December Madness by Riley Hart

December is always such crazy, exciting, beautiful, stressful month. LOL. That's a lot for one month to be! We celebrate Christmas, and we have three birthdays this month as well. My birthday is the day after Christmas. I hated it growing up (now it doesn't bother me). I always felt...well, ignored, when I was a kid. I didn't have birthday parties. Much of my "celebration" was combined with Christmas. By the time it was my birthday, they were over it.

I always hoped I wouldn't end up giving my child a December birthday and I did. haha. That's the way it goes though, right? We make sure that she always feels like she has her special day though.

Talk to me about December. Do you have traditions? Birthdays? A favorite December memory? I'd love to hear them.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Fire and Flint from Andrew Grey - Coming Friday

I think I have a little explaining to do.  The Carlisle Cops series is finished.  At six books I thought the series was getting too long, so Fire and Fog is the last story in that series.  However, I love exploring my own version of the town where I live, so I decided to switch gears a little.  Fire and Flint is the first story in the spinoff series - Carlisle Deputies.  I can promise that you'll see old friends as well as meet a number of new ones.

Fire and Flint releases Friday December 8th.  I really hope you enjoy it.

Jordan Erichsohn suspects something is rotten about his boss, Judge Crawford. Unfortunately he has nowhere to turn and doubts anyone will believe his claims—least of all the handsome deputy, Pierre Ravelle, who has been assigned to protect the judge receiving the threatening letters. The judge has a long reach, and if he finds out Jordan’s turned on him, he might impede Jordan adopting his son, Jeremiah.
When Jordan can no longer stay silent, he gathers his courage and tells Pierre what he knows. To his surprise and relief, Pierre believes him, and Jordan finds an ally… and maybe more. Pierre vows to do what it takes to protect Jordan and Jeremiah and see justice done. He’s willing to fight for the man he’s growing to love and the family he’s starting to think of as his own. But Crawford is a powerful and dangerous enemy, and he’s not above ripping apart everything Jordan and Pierre are trying to build in order to save himself….
Will their fledgling romance dissipate like fog in the sun before it has a chance to burn bright?

Purchase a copy at   Dreamspinner Press   or   Amazon

“Not particularly. Your main task is to let me continue to do my job and to ensure I remain safe. I have private security arranged for my home and commute.”
Pierre nodded, and the judge gave him the information for the firm so Pierre could coordinate with them. He needed to try to find the source of the letters—which was going to be a difficult task, given how very little there was to go on—and to make sure Judge Crawford had the extra security he seemed to think he needed. The building itself was already secured, with all visitors and employees passing through metal detectors and all their bags X-rayed so nothing dangerous got inside. But if someone was intent on causing harm, they didn’t necessarily need a weapon.
“Please work with Jordan. He can give you any information and support you might need.” Judge Crawford turned to the clock on his desk. “I have to be in court in ten minutes.” Any additional information was going to have to come from Jordan, as Judge Crawford’s expression hardened and he turned to his computer. Pierre knew he was dismissed. He left the judge’s chambers and closed the door behind him.
“He’s a peach, isn’t he?” Jordan said in the same tone that he might use to ask about the weather. The judge’s behavior was just a part of Jordan’s everyday work, it seemed.
“Intense” was about the nicest thing Pierre could come up with.
“Judge Crawford isn’t a morning person, and he always needs some time to get ready for court.” Jordan stood and filled a mug from the coffeepot in the corner. He then carried it into the judge’s chambers and returned with an empty mug. “Sometimes I swear he mainlines the stuff.” Jordan rinsed the mug and took his seat once again. “I need to make sure he has everything he requires for his day, and then I can go over anything you want.” He hurried into the office, and Pierre watched him go with pointed interest.
Pierre sat back down. He reminded himself that he was working and had to keep his mind on the task at hand, not let it wander to the delicious paralegal who seemed to check all the boxes for the type of man he preferred: lanky, with great eyes, and a backside that bobbed perfectly with each step and made him feel disappointed when Jordan closed the door behind him.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

New releases and upcoming books from BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean

Hey y'all!

Since it's that time of year where people are gifting themselves for sanity's sake, we thought we would list our new releases or upcoming books.

We'll start with Sean Michael. Out now!


Dom Dustin Lefevre works hard and plays harder. He attends the Underground Club whenever he can and is always very much in demand by the unattached subs. After one such evening, he runs into King Tamber, the Dom who taught him everything he knows. King and Dustin parted ways after several years of King teaching Dustin how to be the best Dom he can be.

Now, King has come back into Dustin’s life with a new proposal. He wants to recreate Dustin’s club scenes with Dustin in the submissive role. Dustin doesn’t understand why King would want to do scenes with him again, but King is very persuasive and Dustin finds that he can’t resist. Now all Dustin has to do is figure out how to continue without having his heart broken.

Meanwhile, King has regretted parting ways with Dustin every day. Seeing Dustin working the subs at the club has given him an idea of how he can connect with Dustin again. He knows he screwed up with Dustin when they last parted and he can only hope that through his new plan, he can woo Dustin and ensure they both get the happy ending they deserve.

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Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.


King unlocked the door to his place and ushered Dusty in, watching the strong body move. Fuck, he wanted this man. He’d thought he could get over Dusty, thought it would be better for Dusty if he pushed him away and let him fly on his own. Maybe it had been better for Dusty, but King had never stopped wanting, never gotten over him—too bad he hadn’t realized it until too late.

So now he was making the best play he could. He’d chip away at Dusty’s defenses, make the man fall in love with him.

“You want a drink?” he asked as Dusty set his bag down by the door.

“Sure. What are my options?” Dusty moved toward the window looking like a Roman warrior with his neatly trimmed beard, his dark hair caught back in a tail. Fierce, almost hawklike, and without an ounce of fat, the man made his mouth dry.

“Water, coffee, tea, soda, or milk.” He didn’t currently have any booze in the house. Besides, they were gonna talk and fuck—no booze needed.

“No whiskey? I’ll take water, thanks.”

“I haven’t been home long enough to restock properly. Besides, I want us both sober tonight.” He wanted Dusty’s honest, nonalcohol-influenced reactions.

“So how is this going to work? Practically, I mean. We talk and fuck tonight. Do I spend the night, then wake up, do a scene, and leave? Are we going to do it all tonight?”

Such a strategist. Dusty had been working out how to get out of this from the first. King would stress it if he didn’t know Dusty could have simply said no. There was a part of Dusty that wanted this as much as he did. Maybe even more. He hoped so anyway.

“We talk and fuck tonight. If you’re not on the job tomorrow, that’s when we do the scene.” And hell yes, Dusty was staying the night. He loved sleeping with that solid body next to his. It had never happened enough for his liking.

“I’m off ’til Monday, barring an emergency.”

He almost moaned. That was what he wanted. He craved the idea of breaking Dusty down into his neediest parts, then being there to do the hours of aftercare, the connection.

Now BA Tortuga has an upcoming title!

Blurb: Love is a fragile thing, and it can slip through your fingers if you don’t hold on tight….

When Zack Jung’s AA sponsor and friend commits suicide, he’s desperate to hold it together, and there’s only one place he can turn. He calls Josh and Kris, and they take him back to their ranch outside Santa Fe.

A cowboy to the bone, Cimarron Duran cherishes his orderly life and routine. He likes his neighbors, Kris and Josh, but he has less than no interest in the hipster personal trainer who comes to stay with them—or at least, he plans to fight his interest in favor of his solitary life and his art.

But some things are as inevitable as the weather, and when Zack and Cimarron finally come together, they find they don’t want to let go. It won’t be easy, though, for two men with pasts like theirs to forge a happy future together.

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>“It’s cracked,” Cypress whispered, “right down the center.”

Sort of like him. Sort of like everyone.

“I want to fix it, patch it, but I’m frightened to.” Cypress took a deep breath, held it for a second, waiting for something to happen, but it didn’t. He let it out, knowing he was going to be laughed at.

The laughter never came, so he went on. “If I use slip, it might survive, but what if I get the consistency wrong?”

He could hear the sigh behind him.

“I know, I know, you’re right. I’ve nothing to lose. Nothing at all.”

The silence reigned, and he rolled his head on his neck. “I wish you were a little more forthcoming sometimes. I’m lonely.”

He held the pieces in his hands. Sometimes you couldn’t mend what was broken. Sometimes you simply had to start again.

“Who are you talking to, Cy?” Josh came into the studio, a spark of life and color. “I’ve been hunting you. I want to go play.”

“Play?” He placed the pieces in a shallow crate on his workbench.

“I’m bored. Come out with me. Let’s bubble and invent something wonderful.” Josh took his hand, kissed the corner of his mouth. “Please.”

“Sure.” Bubbles were always good. He had Josh to thank for the hot tub, anyway.

He walked outside, the sun like a spotlight, burning away the ghost of his Lonan. The two of them were like planets in orbit. Passing but never touching.

He stretched, feeling his bones loosen up.

“There you are. I’ve missed you.”

Cypress blinked at Josh. “Where have I been?”

“In your head.” And Josh got that, he knew.

“Ah. Sorry.” They muscled the cover off the hot tub, then fired up the bubbles. “What do you want to drink?”

“I brought strawberry banana smoothies.”

“Nice.” He did like a nice fruity smoothie, and Josh had learned all these recipes from his friend Zack, who was a personal trainer.

He pushed away the thought of the crate with the broken pieces. He’d explore that later. Maybe he’d fix it; maybe he wouldn’t.

Maybe it would return to the earth.

Julia Talbot has a new release in the Dreamspun Beyond line

A Dead and Breakfast Novel

A romance worth fighting for—tooth and claw.

Solitary vampire Fallon Underwood gets all the social interaction he needs being the silent partner at the Dead and Breakfast B and B high in the Colorado mountains. Change is hard for Fallon, so when his business partner, Tanner, suggests hiring a new manager for the inn, he’s adamant that they don’t need help, especially not in the form of bouncy werecat Carter Hughes.

Carter is a happy-go-lucky kitty, and he loves the hospitality industry, so the D and B ought to be a great place for him. He falls for Fallon as soon as he picks up one of Fallon’s novels, and begins to woo the vamp with gifts. When Fallon finally succumbs to Carter’s feline charms, the results are unexpected, to say the least. Their mating will have irreversible consequences—for their bodies and their hearts.

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Excerpt: Carter checked his hair in the rearview mirror, nodded, and hopped out of the Jeep.

Time to do this. Interview, ho!

The house was pretty cool, an older three-story with clapboard siding instead of a log place. A few cabins sprinkled the hillside behind the house, and the view? Epic.

There was this bridge you had to cross to get there, the river right there, singing to him. The aspens were whispering, the leaves clacking and clicking together.

He would bet there was a boat landing carved out on the bank back there. Carter itched to see it, but instead he trotted up the steps so he could knock on the door.

Positive, peaceful, competent, joyous. He repeated the words over and over. The mantra was better than “Will work for food.” Desperation was not an attractive trait, especially in a manager.

A stout lady with, uh, hissing hair opened the door. “Yes?”

“Good afternoon.” Smile, focus on the eyes.

His lips started to go numb, his nose itching like someone had cast it in concrete. Oh. No. No eyeball-to-eyeball with this one.

She chuckled, the sound like rocks clacking together. “Come in. I’ll get Tanner.”

“Thank you, ma’am!” No biting, he willed the snakes.

The back half of her hair hissed at him some more when she turned around, but Carter stayed just out of range. He’d never met… was she a gorgon? Was he mixing his mythology?

That was pretty cool, one way or the other. Showed willingness to work with all sorts of beings. He thought the boss was a werebear, but he wasn’t sure.

“Mr. Tanner? This is your two o’clock.”

“Ah, thank you, Glenda.” The Tanner guy was in a wee office nook off the main room. He rose, and Carter confirmed that was definitely bear. Tall and broad with shaggy brown hair and deep brown eyes.

“Sir.” He held out one hand and smiled.

“Carter Hughes?” Tanner shook hands, warm and firm but not squeezy. “I’m Tanner Weiling.”

“Mr. Weiling, pleased to meet you.” No bouncing.



Be the antibounce.

Tanner smiled, and the expression seemed to say Tanner knew he was trying not to bounce.

“Come sit down.” Tanner led the way to a neat little bay window where two chairs and a coffee table were all set up.

“Oh, this is lovely. You have an amazing view.”

“Thanks. It makes people feel calm.”

“I believe that.” Carter sat on the chair Tanner indicated. Well, perched.

Kiernan Kelly has an upcoming YA as Dakota Chase

Dakota Chase (Kiernan’s YA alter ego) has a new release coming in early 2018!

Release: Repeating History, Book 2: Hammer of the Witch by Dakota Chase

Blurb: History isn’t dead when you’re living it.

Aston and Grant made a serious mistake a while back when they set fire to their teacher’s office—a teacher who is secretly the legendary wizard Merlin. Now they must travel back in time to retrieve the artifacts they destroyed—and they’re about to find out how the Dark Ages earned its name.

They’re on a mission to acquire the Malleus Maleficarum, the book used by the Inquisition to arrest, torture, and execute witches. In medieval Germany, they’ll be surrounded by danger in a time when anyone could be accused and face horrible prison conditions and an awful death. Will they be able to avoid the watchful eyes of the Inquisitors, retrieve the book, and return to their own time?

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Sunday, December 3, 2017

Happy Sunny and Warm Holidays!

Hi all!

My post today is about holiday madness. I love the holidays, I love the insanity, I love the rush, and the music, and the joy. 

So, top 5 things to ponder about the winter holidays season: 
  • So many things to celebrate! In my house we celebrate Hanukkah and Christmas, and we always have to be a little flexible because sometimes they overlap and sometimes they don’t. Sometimes the first night of Hanukkah is on Christmas Eve. Sometimes they are two weeks apart. 
  • The tree - real or fake? No really, real or fake? I are always done a real tree. And every year I think, I need to go fake this year. And then I go looking and I can’t find a fake one I like. And then I buy a real tree. But right now, I’m looking for a fake one again!
  • Driving - you knew I couldn’t get through this post without complaining about who is not he road and the way people drive this time of year. College kids home and driving like maniacs. Grandma or Grandpa suddenly not only driving on Sunday’s (and driving like maniacs!), mall traffic (I’m in New Jersey, this is a THING), and you can’t find anywhere to park . For anything. Ever.  
  • Family - I love waking up with my little family on Christmas morning. We don’t do anything extravagant, but I make breakfast and then we sit by the tree and open our presents. We listen to Christmas carols and we stay in our pajamas until we have to put clothes on for company. It’s a slow, easy-going morning.
  • Food - I mean, what is a holiday without talking about the food? We have all kinds of weird food traditions in my family, but my favorite is the cinnamon bun tree that we make every year.  I buy those Pillsbury cinnamon rolls, smack a couple of packages on the counter to open them (or let my kids smack ‘em, they love that) and then make a tree shape. After they are cooked, we use colored sprinkles to make the trunk and the star and the rest of the green tree. It’s so silly easy and it sound so ridiculous, but we’ve been doing it since I was a little girl, and I can’t imagine a Christmas without it!

I’ll be back next Sunday with more holiday-related craziness I’m sure. Until then, stay safe as you travel around out there. Cheers!


Saturday, December 2, 2017

Another Indie Publisher Closes It's Doors, But They Do It With Class by S.C. Wynne

Morning all,

I'm a little depressed this morning. The very first publisher who ever took a chance on me, Loose Id, has announced they're closing their doors. I'll never forget how excited I was when they accepted my book. It was my very first MM romance and when they took a chance on me I was over the moon happy. I loved my editor, Kathleen Calhoun, and everyone at Loose Id was always wonderful to me. So it's truly a sad day.

And it's also scary. Because Amazon is slowly pushing all other publishers out of business. They're so huge now, I don't think anyone can truly compete with them. They did their takeover so cunningly. They came up with a great little e-reader and they made downloading books on their site dummy proof. The One Click button is very seductive. They also provided tons of books for their kindle e-readers by revolutionizing the very business of self-publishing. They made it so easy to self-publish books that tons of people flooded in, and both readers and authors were living the dream.

At first.

Like any new, successful thing, it was great at first. I wasn't writing then, but I've heard the stories and I can see the despair of those struggling now that everything has changed drastically. People who used to make bank can't even get on the Amazon lists now. Let's face it, Amazon holds the fate of all who self-publish in the palm of their hand. They could drop our royalty rate tomorrow, and I'm sure once they've destroyed everyone else they will.

I personally think that the giant market share they hold is dangerous. I can think of no other vendor that actually gives them a run for their money. Apple is huge, but I don't buy there very often. My sales at Kobo and Barnes and Nobel don't compare to Amazon so, for me, my readers are mostly at Amazon. But I still stay wide because the idea of having all my books only at Amazon, and depending on them exclusively, would keep me up at night.

And I absolutely detest KU and what it's done to publishing. The pay rate of less than half a cent per page is so insulting. Not to mention the fact that authors have to pump out books at an alarming rate just to make what they might have made a few years ago, putting out way less stories. Burn out is a real thing people, and I personally live in fear of it happening to me and my pals.

Now Amazon is coming up with their Audible Romance package where people can listen to an unlimited number of books. This is going to be interesting to watch. Authors are piling into the program and Amazon hasn't even announced how much they'll pay authors. It's insane. But the first people in will probably make money. Just like with KU. But then once everyone is in, it will be impossible to be noticed. Just like with KU.

But unlike KU, those authors are stuck in the program for the life of their contract. They can't leave for seven years. LET THAT SINK IN. There is no opt out after ninety days like with KU. And no one even knows what they'll be paid yet. Whatever it is, it will benefit Amazon, not us. There is also the added problem of the cost of making audio books. You can't put out an audio book for as little as you can an e-book. Audio books cost thousands of dollars to produce. But Amazon can probably feast on author's backlists for many, many years, so they aren't worried.

It's all complicated and demoralizing. I don't know what will happen in the future with publishing. I only know I'll keep on the path I'm on and continue to produce quality work. I won't use KU for anything but re-releases until the day I'm literally forced into KU.

Sorry for the long rant. I'm angry because I feel Amazon is forcing out the indie publishers like Loose Id, one by one. At least Loose Id is winding down respectfully. They have a good, solid plan in place and none of their authors should be harmed like the debacle of Ellora's Cave. (Yes, I was unlucky enough to be stuck in that closure too.) I appreciate that about Loose Id. I'm happy to know my trust in them was well placed. It makes me appreciate them even more.

So I say a sad farewell to Loose Id. As hard as this is on us authors, I'm sure it's much harder on all of you who've worked so hard all those years. I wish you only the best in whatever you do next.