Eren has every reason to hate Daniel, and no reason at all to like him. He’s not some fairytale to be kept in a glass room at the top of a tower. And he’s definitely going to have to rescue himself. He has a mother and girlfriend to get back to, after all, and a life waiting for him.
But the hardest part of escaping proves to be his reluctance to leave a man who is much more than he at first seemed…
Daniel Everwood decided to kidnap Luke Eren Berkeley as an afterthought. Well, he certainly never planned it out.
He never employed a driver, as he believed in being able to get from point A to point B without the help of someone else. As much as he enjoyed being an awe-inspiring celebrity, he didn’t enjoy being crammed into the close confines of a vehicle.
Daniel had been driving from his Tower to the florist—his florist did home visits, but even Daniel wasn’t so self-contained he could stay in his Tower forever. He needed an excuse to leave the place and breathe in some fresh air, and that’s when he saw Luke.
He stopped his car, rolled down the window and put his head out, feeling incredibly awkward. Daniel Everwood never stopped for anyone. People stopped for him.
“Hey Luke… er,” he remembered what Luke had been called at home “… Eren?” he called. The young man, who’d been engrossed in fiddling with his phone, looked up quickly. His eyes lit with recognition, but there wasn’t any joy in it. He appeared to be weary.
“Mr. Everwood,” Eren said from the pavement, a good five feet away from Daniel and refusing to move closer. Daniel found it absolutely annoying. Why wouldn’t he come closer? Daniel frowned as two more people walked over to join Eren. And what was that ghastly noise in the background?
“What’re you doing here?” Daniel asked.
“Waiting for a bus,” Eren informed him, looking at something behind Daniel. “You know, the bus is behind you.”
Ah, that explained the noise: the annoyed bus driver was honking for him to get out of the way. Daniel threw a look over his shoulder and made an impulsive decision. He unlocked the car door and drew back. “Get in.”
“No, I think… I’d rather not.” While he didn’t expect Eren to jump into the car, he was irritated that the boy hadn’t even moved a step closer.
“I can’t be here all day,” Daniel snapped. “I’ll drive you wherever you’re going.”
“No, need to bother, really,” Eren hedged. He took a step back and Daniel scowled.
“Get in the car. You’re holding back the bus.”
Eren looked at Daniel with an expression of disbelief and Daniel braced himself for some verbal comeback, but in the end, all Eren did was nod, move towards the car, pull open the door, and get in.
As they pulled out of the bus stop, the bus driver stuck his head out of his side, “Fucking asshole, you are—”
Daniel slowed the car and looked back, then snapped his fingers. The windshield of the bus erupted in a series of glass spikes that had the driver rearing back in horror. Daniel smiled as he turned around to face the road. His good deed for the day was done.
He faced his silent passenger and smirked. “Where do you want to be dropped off?”
“I don’t want to make you late for anything,” Eren replied quickly. “Just down the block.”
“You could have walked that distance, not taken the bus,” Daniel told him. He was clearly being lied to and he didn’t like it. He turned to Eren and glared. “Now, where were you going?”
“To the movies at CinemaCity, I’m meeting Annabelle there.”
Daniel gripped the steering wheel tighter. He looked at Eren and snarled. “Seriously, you can do better.” Annabelle didn’t even know just how special Eren was.
“Your girlfriend is not good enough for you,” Daniel explained tightly. “She’s rather plain and… not very—”
“Fuck you,” Eren snapped. “I’m sick of this. I think you’re stalking me: you show up at my work place, you show up at my house and now you’re… you’re insulting my girlfriend. You have no right to say anything bad about Annabelle. She’s one of the nicest people around. Just because all you have is your stupid Tower and your friends are avoiding you, it doesn’t mean…” Eren trailed off, probably realising he’d said far too much.
Daniel let go of the steering wheel as glass shards formed in his palm. They ripped through the leather glove of his left hand and emerged as a jagged mess of layers of glass. He pulled the set out and placed it carefully on the dashboard, out of reach. When he looked over at Eren, he’d retreated as far back from Daniel as possible and was looking at him with wide-eyed horror.
Daniel tried to keep his arms to his side of the car and look away from Eren, which was as close as he could get to looking harmless. Every time his temper got the better of him, his magic went wild, even though he tried to take precautions against it. He just needed to get out, off the road, so he could calm down without damaging his car. He changed lanes carefully, knowing the turnoff to CinemaCity was coming up.
“Let me out,” Eren growled.
When Daniel looked at him, Eren was crouched on the seat, his head down, hair falling over his eyes. “In a bit,” he said as calmly as possible, though his hands continued to shake. He needed to change lanes. He couldn’t stop in the middle of the road with the oncoming traffic in both directions.
He had to concentrate on the cars rushing on the next lane, and he couldn’t get worked up, though Eren had hit close to home. He hadn’t seen Lucian in over a week. It was the longest he’d gone without seeing his childhood friend since the time he’d spent at hospital.
“I said, let me out!” Eren pulled at the door handle.
“Don’t,” Daniel snapped. In the next lane, cars were zooming by. If Eren were to open the door, Daniel would lose the car door, as well as his passenger, in a matter of seconds.
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Sandra Bard has been writing stories ever since she was a small girl but she’s only recently started to publish. She loves to make up stories in her head, read books, watch anime (mecha, yaoi), and occasionally visits a fan-fiction site. She lives with her pets (fish, cats and dogs), and has been a volunteer for an organization that takes care of stray dogs (there are many, where she lives), for over ten years. When she has some free time she dabbles in Wushu, Tai Chi, and Yoga to keep herself flexible (she hopes). Her real life jobs involve lecturing at the university and freelancing as a maths tutor. Though she writes romance stories, she still hasn’t met Mr. Right and hopes one day that she’ll be able to rescue him (whoever he may be) from a fire breathing dragon (or something equally daring). She would love to hear from her readers and can be found at her tumblr (sandrabard.tumblr.com) or emailed at email@example.com.
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And Then That Happened
Should you settle for a nearly perfect happiness or put your heart on the line for more?
It’s 1999 and 28-year-old Dominic’s carefully planned suburban life with his boyfriend Luke is perfect. His job as a nurse, his best friend Matt, his relationship with his parents, everything is just right. He and Luke have been together ten years, seen each other through friends’ deaths and their parents’ ups and downs, and even had a commitment ceremony.
Gabe isn’t happy with his boyfriend, but he stays with him, because, well it’s complicated.
Fate throws Gabe into Dominic’s life. And then that happened. Gabe’s open relationship, impulsive nature, enthusiasm for life and straight talking advice are fascinating to Dominic. They’re friends, they click over a shared love of Goldie Hawn and Gabe shows Dominic there can be more to life than planned and safe. So why can’t he take his own advice?
And Then That Happened is about finding a new kind of happiness, even when what you have is already perfect. And how sometimes perfect isn’t quite what it seems.
Eight things about Liam Livings, one is untrue, can you guess which one?
- He lives, with his partner, where east London ends and becomes nine-carat-gold- highlights-and-fake-tan-west-Essex.
- He was born in Hampshire with two club feet (look it up, it’s not nice) and problem ears, needing grommets: this meant he was in plaster from toe to groin until he was two, and had to swim with a cap and olive oil soaked lamb’s wool over his ears – olive oil bought from a health food shop, before it was sold by supermarkets.
- He started writing when he was 14: sat in French lessons during a French exchange trip, for want of anything better to do, he wrote pen portraits about his French exchange’s teachers. He wrote for his school’s creative writing magazine and still writes a diary every day.
- He grew up on the edge of the New Forest – not in the New Forest mind, but on the edge. Now it’s a national park, it’s so much more glamorous. He went to uni in London and never really left.
- One evening, flicking through the channels, he stumbled across the film, Saving Private Ryan, and it took twenty minutes of not seeing Goldie Hawn in an army uniform, before he realised it wasn’t actually the film, Private Benjamin.
- When not writing, he also enjoys baking.
- He avoided any sport at secondary school by having an orthodontist appointment between the age of 14 and 16, and when he was old enough to drive, just drove home instead of playing rugby/hockey/whatever.
- He is a car geek, his particular passion is old French classics, and his every day car is what is popularly referred to as a ‘hairdressers car’ a Mazda MX5 in powder blue – Muriel.
What films did you watch that inspired the story?
I am a *massive* Goldie Hawn fan. One of my favourite films of hers is Housesitter where she plays a con artist who walks into Steve Martin’s life and cons her way to stay with him. I love how at first Hawn’s character, then Martin’s character too create this whole imaginary world for themselves, as it’s so much more interesting than her real life as a waitress in a Hungarian restaurant, and his as an architect. I thought that concept fitted Dominic in his plain life quite well.
Another of my favourite Goldie Hawn films is Death Becomes Her – it is so camp and over the top; I just love its dark sense of humour too. A while ago, I was trying to work out if a friend of a friend was gay or straight. I did a bit of facebook ‘research’ and saw one of the films he liked was Death Becomes Her. Then as sure as the sun would rise tomorrow, I knew he was as gay as bunting. No straight man, in this world or the next would publically claim to love that film. Gay men however, most of them I’ve spoken to in real life or online, if they’re about my age, all love that film. So the link with Dominic and Gabe loving Goldie Hawn films had to go in the book too.
How do you feel about two people bonding over a shared minor obsession with a Hollywood film star? Are there any straight men who’d admit to liking Death Becomes Her?
Excerpt – Dominic and Gabe talking about their favourite part of the film Housesitter
‘Have you ever wanted to step into a painting or a picture, and see what it would be like to live there?’ Dominic asked.
‘All the time,’ I replied wistfully. ‘Just like Gwen in Housesitter.’ I stared at one of the straight off the shelf, instant art, Ikea photos on the wall, and wondered what it would be like to sit in one of the chairs in the front garden of the duck egg blue summer house, sipping a drink while my husband carefully ordered Chinese food, knowing we were both too tired to cook.
‘So, you wanna meet? I mean, we could carry on like this, but I’m sure it would be better face to face, over something alcoholic.’
Storm Ellison is the sexiest man on two legs. The gorgeous young star of “Trapped on an Island”, the hottest reality show on television, is instantly recognizable the moment he leaves his palatial mansion. Paparazzi follow him everywhere, leaving him no peace or privacy, selling his pictures to the tabloids, and cementing his reputation in the press as a slutty gay playboy. As Storm prepares to sign his first major movie deal, his manager decides he needs protection. What he doesn’t expect, is to be attracted to the cold bastard who’s now running his life.
Balthazar Grant, freelance bodyguard, is a huge, handsome, rough and ready former Marine, trained by the best, and willing to step between Storm and anyone stupid enough to come at him. Always stoic and serious, Taz lends a deadly presence to Storm’s entourage whenever he ventures out in public. Storm doesn’t want a bodyguard, much less one who won’t let him live his fast and loose lifestyle with impunity and he’s certainly not one to be dictated to by an overconfident Marine who has opinions about everything including who he should hook-up with.
When a deadly threat hits Storm’s world, he’s suddenly living his own reality show, only this one has an outcome which doesn’t involve being voted off an island. Will Storm wake up before it’s too late and will Taz be able to fight his attraction to the handsome young superstar while trying to convince him he’s in very real danger? The pair will soon learn that reality is stranger than fiction.
Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, M/M Romance
Jules grinned again. “You like Storm, Taz. You LIKE like him!” she raised her voice and Taz looked around to see who else could have overheard her.
“I like him fine, Jules; I work for the guy,” he replied, intentionally misunderstanding her.
“No, Taz, you are ‘in like’ with Storm,” she reiterated. She reached up and took hold of his sunglasses, dragging them off his face. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t like Storm like that, big guy. Whoa, those are some dreamy eyes,” she sighed.
Taz felt embarrassed and exposed without his shades and hated the fact that she could see the very real truth in his eyes when all he wanted to do was deny it. He averted his gaze, staring out onto the dance floor only to regret it immediately when he noted Storm’s arms wrapped around the twink, his lips being plied by the smaller man’s as their lower bodies ground against each other to the beat of the music. The moment he saw them, he frowned.
“See? That’s what I’m talkin’ about, Taz. You can’t stand the way that other man touches Storm. You want him for yourself,” she said emphatically.
Patricia Logan resides in Los Angeles, California along with her husband, four children, her grandchild and ever increasing number of cats. When not being stage mom, baking cookies, or scooping kitty litter, she writes steamy, award winning, gay erotic romance and tries to lead her readers on a journey of discovery with more than a little angst.
Cover Artist: Jeff Adkins: www.jpadkinsdesigns.com
As if starting a new job, picking up the reins of a disorganized former colleague, and moving back in with his parents while he saves for a down payment on a house of his own isn’t enough, Cecil Trace has just discovered that part of the Art Director’s job at the exclusive Linwood Academy is putting on a series of holiday pageants…with the first one celebrating Thanksgiving just three short weeks away.
He’s got enough on his hands getting reluctant students ready to wow their parents and the community with their brilliance, and preparing a holiday showing of his own artwork at a local gallery, he doesn’t need recalcitrant but brilliant math instructor Reese Cavelli arguing about every little detail.
While Reese understands the new Art Director’s urgency, he can’t allow Cecil to undermine his authority with the students. Reese can’t help being an ass to the new art director, and he knows in part his behavior is due to his own insecurities, but it’s also got a lot to do with the fact that the vibrant young artist is so damned sexy in his jeans and bohemian shirts. Every time he comes into contact with Cecil Trace, he finds himself
Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance
The store doors whooshed open and a wave of cold air enticed him inside. The silver gum wrapper nagged at the back of his mind, but he was determined. No more picking up after other people. Not after coming in early and staying late and spending all his planning periods cleaning up Torey Crowe’s disaster of a classroom over the last week.
Pulling out his smartphone, he called up a list of items he needed and swung a cart out of the corral. He knew the store like the back of his hand, but it seemed unusually crowded this Sunday. Ducking into an aisle to detour around a woman who appeared to have at least six two-year-olds in her charge, he nearly collided with another cart. Cursing, he veered to the left quickly. Too quickly as he wound up hitting a hanging display of sandwich containers in gaudy plastic colors.
“Fuck!” Instantly, he backed up a little and bent to retrieve the objects that had fallen from the display. Something rammed into his backside and sent him sprawling forward onto the dirty linoleum. “Fuck!” he snarled, catching himself with his hands and pushing upright.
“Oh, excuse me.”
The pleasant baritone irritated him even more, because it seemed familiar. Spinning about, he found himself face-to-face with the devil himself. Or temptation. The man who’d hit him with the shopping cart was stooping to pick up the sandwich containers, and Reese didn’t have a very clear view of him, but what he saw was enough to make his cheeks burn even brighter and his heart falter just a bit before racing.
Golden hair, in a long, straight sheet fell forward over his face, long…too long for a man, really. Reese tried to sneer, but his fingers twitched again, and he wanted to reach out and push that hair back behind the man’s ear to see what sort of face it hid. He had an impression of slenderness, caught a glimpse of faded denim, and a shirt that looked a hell of a lot like his sister’s baby doll pajamas before his cock swelled. Embarrassed, he jerked his own cart and trotted down the aisle. “Watch where you’re going!” he choked out, racing for the produce department.
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Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it’s nevertheless one hundred percent true.
Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words.
Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don’t belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don’t fit?
Someone hands you a book, and then you turn the page and see… There you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you are…beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.
I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I write now. It’s why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it’s why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.
If I’d had my way, I’d have been a fencer…or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and I’ve come to realize that’s the best thing in the world to be, because as a writer, I can be all those things and more.
If I hadn’t learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college…teaching…or writing.
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Publisher: Lime Time Press
Cover Artist: Laura Harner
The death of his wife four years earlier left Travis Bennett a shell of the man he used to be. With his dog by his side, Travis raises his three children, manages his business, and works as a ranch hand. But every day, every minute, is an aching emptiness.
Wesley Ryan has fond memories of the small Ozark town of El Dorado. Seeing it as a safe place to put his failed relationships behind him, Wesley moves into his grandparents’ old home and takes over the local veterinary clinic. An early morning visit from Travis and his dog stirs feelings that Wesley seeks to push away—the last thing he needs is to fall for a man with baggage and three kids as part of the package.
Life, it seems, has other plans.
It was abundantly clear to me that a lot of heartfelt emotion went into the writing of this book. I could feel it through the wonderful characters (big and small) that were part of the story and also through the dedication of the book to the author’s own fur babies, Dunkyn and Dolan. Even though this book is largely about one man’s journey through grief, I loved that it is also a beautiful story about family and second chances. Nothing was easy about it. Every step forward came with a cost. Grief, hate, and bigotry were side by side with healing, love and acceptance.
Travis was truly a broken man at the start of this story. It had been four years since the death of his wife and he was just a shell of the man he used to be. The fierce love and loyalty he had for his deceased wife was very evident. His frequent visits to her grave and his continued discussions with her just about broke my heart. She was the one person he trusted with his deepest secret; the thing he stuffed away and hid from everyone else; the thing she made him promise to act on before she passed. And even though she was gone, she wasn’t. Her comforting presence was all around and she was determined to give him what he needed. She wasn’t beyond using her powers of persuasion even after she was gone.
One thing that was utterly unique about this book was the fact that each character (primary and secondary) was given a voice. Each had an opportunity to be in the limelight for a short while and share things from their perspective. I loved this approach. It made every character that much more real. And speaking of real characters, Wes and Wendy were awesome. Wes is unique in his own special way. From his rainbow dog decal, to his yellow Miata, to his colorful clothes, he didn’t purposely try to flaunt his gay, but he didn’t hide what he was about either. He was the one to finally tear down the walls that Travis had erected around his heart. Wendy is Travis’ sister. She’s a strong and wonderful woman. If not for her love of her brother, things could have turned out so much worse for Travis and the kids. She was the anchor he needed most in the middle of his personal storm. Travis was truly lucky to have these incredible people in his life.
When it came to the romantic relationship between Travis and Wes, it was very slow to develop. Despite being admittedly bi-sexual, Travis was very much closeted about his desire for a man. Given that this was what I’d consider an “out for you” themed story, the one and only thing I wished for was an opportunity to witness the sexual side of the relationship between Travis and Wes vs. having it fade to black. In this type of story, I think it’s essential and something that many readers are looking forward to.
Last, but not least, I know that some elements of this story are very much based on real life characters, places, and/or events. I was fortunate enough to meet the author at GRL 2014 and get to know him even further via Facebook over the past month. This book was dedicated to Dunkyn and Dolan – his real life furry children. It warmed my heart to see how much love and devotion he has for these boys and how prominently they were featured in the story. On the other hand, because I knew how real life played out, this story was bittersweet for me. So, beyond highly recommending this book for one and all, my final thoughts are with Brandon’s boys. Boys, you have an awesome Dad – someone who loves you with all of his heart. Dolan, keep your Dad company. Give him lots of extra cuddles and kisses. I know you are both grieving for your beloved Dunkyn, but you can help each other. And Dunkyn, rest in peace, sweet boy. Just know that you were loved beyond measure.
Narrated by: Philip Alces
Length: 4 hrs and 37 mins
Everything about Jeremy has always been a lie – including his last name. When one grift too many ends in tragedy, Jeremy goes straight. But life’s hard for an ex-con, and Jeremy is down to panhandling and hope when Rance Crawford offers him work at a tiny alpaca farm and fiber mill. Jeremy takes him up on the job, thinking this could be his last chance to be a good man, and meets Aiden, who is growing into a better one.
As Aiden comes of age, Jeremy finds himself desperate to grow up, too, because Aiden starts looking to him for things Jeremy doesn’t know how to give. Being honest is terrifying for a man who’s learned to rabbit at the first sign of conflict – more so when Aiden gives Jeremy a reason to stay that can’t be packed up and carried in a knapsack. When Jeremy’s past comes knocking at their door, can Jeremy trust enough in Aiden and his new home to answer bravely back?
This was just one of the most enjoyable audiobooks! I freaken loved Jeremy. Right out the gates. The first chapter about broke my heart, but it was still light overall and Jeremy’s voice was perfect. Sweet and funny and self-deprecating, it was a joy to watch him go ‘honest’ and watch his silent crush on Aiden grow.
The knitting and scared-rabbit analogies were perfect, and watching Aiden gentle Jeremy was great. I would have liked a little more of that though. I wanted Aiden to find out Jeremy has loved him all along. I wanted to know when Aiden’s feelings began to change. I did have some confusion with Jeremy’s sexual history, but other than that, everything flowed well.
I haven’t read the first book in the series, The Winter Courtship Rituals of Fur-Bearing Critters, but that one seems to overlap this one so I don’t think I missed anything and I feel fine backtracking for it. But I am glad I started here because super excited for Book 3, Knitter in his Natural Habitat, and I do think this one needs to be read first.
Highly recommend the audio version of this!
Ace Hoffman is a home stager who is trying to escape his latest closet case heartbreak. Zane McDonnell is a chiropractor who has made the closet into a comfortable home. They meet in a dark back room one night and part just as quickly, never to see each other again–
Until Ace shows up at the door of Zane’s brother to work on his house. Now the guy who has sworn off closet cases can’t escape the man who is afraid to show the world who he is. When one tends to run and the other always hides, can they build any kind of future together?
This is a solid 3 star, which means a nice and enjoyable light read that doesn’t stick with you forever, but doesn’t have a lot of complaints or criticisms either.
The language was cheesy at times, and the dirty talk was more cheesy wordy flattery than ‘dirty’ per se, but that can be forgiven. Wonderful strong female supporting character. Good realistic reactions from loving family members to coming out. Wonderful and concise wrap-up of an Epilogue.
The misunderstanding/fight was a little silly and out of nowhere, but didn’t bother me too much because I knew they would come around. I did think that Zane needed to grovel more. I hate when yelling becomes making out, and nothing actually gets resolved or talked about.
But the sex was pretty hot (picture me trying to read my brightly lit Nook on a plane with the hubs on the left and a stranger on the right and the word “COCK” written about fifty times on one page). I would love to see Erik happily mated next please!
Can Michigan and Lucas survive an attack and forge a new bond?
Michigan Sevion is in hell. As a diagnostician at Gelreen Memorial Hospital he has trained to find solutions and answers to all manner of symptoms and problems, but when it comes to his own life he finds himself hopelessly adrift. His sufletul pereche, his mate, Lucas Jaxson, was attacked by Razvan, the monstrous vampire, though Razvan looked like Michigan at the time, a week into their bonding process. Now, Lucas shakes and screams every time Michigan gets close and “the thirst” is getting worse.
There’s only one way for Michigan to survive “the thirst” and that is for his bond with Lucas to be severed, completely, and the only way for that to happen is for either him or Lucas to die. Michigan can’t even consider such a thing because he’s already falling in love with his “little chef” but he may not have a choice, because Razvan’s still on the loose and he’s still out for blood.
I received this book to review. It has likable characters, easy story flow, and it was easy to follow.
This one is about Michigan and Lucas. I like the family, the nicknames, but didn’t particularly like the names. One or two would have been fine with a funny story of why they were named after states and given a good chuckle, but all nine was overkill. The family dynamics are really good. Their love and closeness is there, and the ribbing they give each other made for some funny moments. I liked the relationship that was built between Michigan and Lucas (it was a touch quick though), and the way they handled the incident caused by Razvan. The incident was handled realistically and treated for the crime of violence, control, and power that it is. The want and need between Michigan and Lucas was written well, and built up. The sex wasn’t my cup of tea, but it fit well into the story.
Even though the book is about Michigan and Lucas, the beginning seemed to be about Dakota and Nimo. That was dropped and then the rest of the book concentrated on Michigan and Lucas, as well as the family’s history coming back to bite them.
Not sure what I missed from book 1, but after the beginning, things were fairly easy to figure out and follow. It took a little to figure out who was who. Maybe reading book 1 would have made it easier. I don’t know who the bad guy was in book 1, but the bad guy in this book was written well. He was creepy and evil.
I was a little confused as to who the book was about at first. I also had an issue with how it was Nimo then it was Nishon, in the same conversation and by the same person. Another other issue I had was that Nimo wanted nothing to do with Dakota and was sick then suddenly he’s not and he’s taking over and taking Dakota. It read as if something was edited out. The other issue I had was about Nimo’s house. It seemed sudden that they all lived in his place, with just a glancing explanation that his parents died recently.
I would read book 3 to see if they get the bad guy. Not sure why book 3 is about Washington and Tracy when they’re already together, but the intrigue as to what trouble Razvan will cause next piques my interest.
Don’t look back. Don’t you ever look back…
Shy tattoo artist Ash has a troubled past. Years of neglect, drug abuse, and life on the streets have taken their toll, and sometimes it seems the deep, unspoken bond with his lover is the only balm for wounds he doesn’t quite understand.
Chicago paramedic Pete is warmth, love, and strength—things Ash never knew he could have, and never even knew he wanted until Pete showed him. But fate is a cruel, cruel mistress, and when nightmares collide with the present, their tentatively built world comes crashing down.
Traumatic events in Pete’s work life distance him from home, and he doesn’t realize until it’s too late that Ash has slipped away. Betrayal, secrets, and lies unfold, and when a devastating coincidence takes hold, Pete must fight with all he has to save the love of his life
This is a difficult book to review because I don’t have a hard copy in which I can leaf back through the pages to verify information and I was confused through much of this story so my facts may be a little off. There was a flashback in the early stages of the audiobook and I was going along nicely then suddenly I realized that we are now in the present but the transition wasn’t clear. I assume that my confusion was complicated due to listening to an audiobook and that it would be more apparent in the regular format. I also found it difficult to warm up to the MCs, especially Ash, and the narrator didn’t provide much of a distinction between the two voices, an issue that made the confusing story more confusing for me.
So, what’s it about? The story is about Ash Fagin, a young man who spent a number of years living on the streets of Philadelphia, making ends (barely) meet by doing street art. He’s also one year clean from a narcotics addiction after going through a treatment program. He’s befriended by a young woman named Ellie who happens to be able to get through to him. She “adopts” him as her pet project, helping him get his GED and arranging for him to enter training to become a tattoo artist. He’s very artistic and could probably go to art school, but he’s happy with working with tattoos and doesn’t want any further financial help from her and her wealthy family. She gets him to her hometown of Chicago and there she finds him a room in an apartment leased by Pete, an EMT with the Chicago Fire Department.
Pete is a very warm and loving person, and though Ash thinks he’s straight, he still finds Pete very attractive. As time goes by it becomes apparent that there is a mutual attraction and when Ash learns that Pete is bisexual, and Pete learns that Ash’s relationship with his friend Lisa is purely platonic, the men act on their attraction to each other. The scene jumps ahead two years and Ash is acting strangely, a bit more reserved and not as interested in sex as he had been in the past, and Pete is caught up in several dangerous situations at work. Though Pete sometimes sees clues that indicate that Ash is hiding some dark secret from his past, he’s pretty clueless otherwise and doesn’t really know what to make of Ash’s behavior.
It all comes to a head one night when Pete is stuck on duty and his mom is locked out of her house. Pete is unable to reach Ash to ask for help and when he finally arrives home, he finds him passed out on the couch. Pete accuses Ash of being high, the two engage in a heated argument, and Ash leaves.Months later, Pete finally finds him in an ER, suffering from hypothermia and pneumonia—but no drugs in his system. Devastated, Pete questions his own role in the problems between them and tries to convince Ash to come home with him. Ash has lost weight and stares vacantly, a look which truly scares Pete.
Once he takes time to reflect and investigate, he discovers that Ash is likely suffering from a major trauma that is probably so repressed he can’t recall it. Apparently it’s deep in his subconscious, and Pete is beginning to suspect that it’s somehow related to the child molester who was recently arrested. He’s found copies of the newspapers featuring the stories hidden in Ash’s room. With the help of Lisa’s physician father, Pete and Ash piece together the missing information from his childhood, and it’s as bad as Pete had suspected. With his support, however, Ash is able to start to recover from what has apparently been a severe case of PTSD. The epilogue gives us the hint that they may manage to have their HEA after all.
The story was good, but I didn’t find it outstanding, and the narration was not what I had expected. I had listened to Michael Lesley previously and enjoyed his work, but this time, in combination with this author, neither the story, nor the narration gelled for me. If you like dark, angst-driven stories, you will probably like this one, but because it wasn’t written with audiobook narration in mind, I’d recommend reading the book rather than listening to the audiobook.
For those of you following the tour, you’ve already read this first bit. However, for those of you that are just joining us…
I have to say that I personally love excerpt and giveaway posts. (And no, not just because I’m lazy.) For one thing, I struggle with coming up with clever and interesting things to talk about. There are only so many soap-boxes, after all. For another, it’s the story we’re all here for… what’s it about? Who are the main characters? What is it these characters want to tell us with their story? Last but not least, free stuff is always a plus, am I right?
That being said, I doubt anyone wants to read the same post over and over again. So, I thought I’d take the opportunity to, one post at a time, introduce the characters of The Chase and The Catch to you.
Therefore… to the gathered assembly… please allow me to welcome Mr. Parker Chase, actor-extraordinaire, supposed-charmer, but potentially more-of-an-egotistical-dick-than-his-agent-would-like-anyone-to-know (according to our MC), and love interest of The Chase and The Catch:
The Chase and The Catch
“If you’re attempting to starve my history out of me, you’re doing a wonderful job of it so far.”
Warm, deep, and even sexier in the quiet darkness of the hallway then it was on the screen, Parker’s voice startled John out of his reverie. “I’m sorry.” He was suddenly too shy to turn and catch Parker’s gaze, and opted instead to watch Parker’s reflection. “Your property is so beautiful. Did you design the layout yourself? Or—”
“Oh, of course.” Parker’s image wasn’t clear enough for John to see the amusement on Parker’s face, but he could hear it in Parker’s voice as clear as day. “Gardening is a real hobby of mine. And concrete forming, God, I’d almost forgotten how much I enjoy it. Manual labour anything, really. It just works for me.”
John lifted an eyebrow and continued to stare out at the yard, switching his focus between property and reflection. “Is this how this is going to work then? Am I to just guess at what’s truth and what’s you merely playing games?”
“I didn’t realise that you’d begun to interview me.” Parker stepped closer. He smelled like sandalwood and ocean air—an entirely swoon-worthy scent, indeed.
“That’s the cool thing about being here,” John said with a smile. “The interview is never really over.”
“Then I guess I should try hard to keep my words truthful.”
“It would make life easier, yes.” John took a breath, held it, and finally turned away from the window. “My apologies for my lack of patience at the airport earlier. It was a long flight and I admit that I—”
“You need a better photographer.”
John frowned; he tilted his head. “I’m sorry?”
“For your promos and your covers.” Parker reached up, caught John’s chin with both thumb and pointer, and moved John’s face first left, then right. “You are far more attractive in person. Bad photography is unforgivable.”
John snorted but didn’t pull away. Parker’s fingertips felt nice on his skin: very warm, very smooth, and damn strong. “I’m not trying to woo my readers. They aren’t buying my face, they’re buying my words.”
“Pretty faces sell.”
“Is that why you’ve done so well?”
Parker chuckled and released his hold, but didn’t break contact. Instead, Parker slipped his finger under John’s jaw, stroked the point of John’s chin with his nail, and used light pressure to tilt John’s head higher. “I am not pretty,” Parker said quietly. “Handsome, yes. Dashing, even.” His smile softened the arrogance of his statement. “But I don’t have the boyish charm thing going for me that you do. It’s quite… nice.”
“Well now, look at you.” John turned his head away, and took a step to the left. “I thought romanticism wasn’t really your gig.”
Parker shrugged. “It’s not.” His smile transformed to one with a much sharper edge. “But seduction most definitely is.”
John choked a laugh that sounded too shrill. “Seduction seems a little pointless for someone that has people falling all over themselves to please him. Besides, I was of the belief that your preferences ran to the female side of our species.”
“Then we can agree that you have a lot to learn about me.” Parker turned on his heel and began to walk down the hallway. “Let’s eat, shall we?”
It took several seconds for John to follow. Had Parker just admitted to being bi? Did everybody already know this?
“Mr. Chase?” John waited for Parker to stop and turn back, and when he didn’t, John skip-stepped to catch up. “You understand that anything you tell me has the potential to be included in the biography, yes?”
“Excellent.” Parker stopped at a pair of French doors and paused with a hand on each handle. “There’s a lot I want to say with this story. And none as good as yourself for me to say it through. Trust me.” He winked, pressed the doors open, and waved John in. “After you.”
After one of his fans committed suicide, John lost everything: lover, confidence, drive. When he is given a chance to get back on his feet, he is happy to take it—even if it’s just writing an actor’s autobiography. It might not be romance, or even fiction, but it’s something, and there are worse people to work for than the charming, successful Parker Chase.
That doesn’t mean working for Parker is easy, however. A staunch supporter of living for the moment, Parker goes against everything John believes in. He feels out of place in every moment of Parker’s Hollywood life, stuck in a game of wits that at times seems almost contrived…
Copyright © 2014 by A.F. Henley
Published by Less Than Three Press
Gay Contemporary Romance
Purchasing Link: http://www.lessthanthreepress.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_bookx_info&cPath=90&products_id=680
Please note: Novel contains some explicit content.
Now for the giveaway!
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** Please note that this giveaway is being offered tour-wide and there will be one awarded winner for the entire event.
My huge thanks to Hearts on Fire for having me back today. It’s a pleasure and an honour to be a guest on your site again.
AF Henley <3
Henley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica.
A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish.
Henley has been proudly working with LT3 since 2012, and has been writing like mad ever since—an indentured servant to the belief that romance and true love can mend the most broken soul. Even when presented in prose.
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