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A morning of startling joy

Morning all :). Unaccustomed as I am to tooting my own horn… no, seriously.

I received note of three lovely reviews last week, on two of my titles. I cannot describe how much that made my day(s)!

In my writing and publishing journey so far, I’ve had great reviews, I’ve had bleahh reviews, I’ve had downright weird, incomprehensible ones :). And I reckon I’ve developed a pretty sanguine approach to them now. (though let’s not talk about how long that’s taken LOL….)

But to read a thoughtful, carefully and individually penned commentary, laced with enthusiasm and appreciation of the story and the characters….

WOW. Always a startling joy.

 Thank you, all those who read, love and SHARE.

/end of rather slushy post. It has been a rather grim start to the year for me, is all I can say in my defence, albeit nothing to do with writing.

Oh, and the reviews?!

How the Other Half Lives at Boy Meets Boy Reviews
and Hearts on Fire Reviews

A Good Neighbour at OnTopDownUnder Reviews
(currently on pre-order at Dreamspinner Press)

On the Red Carpet: R.J. Jones’ new release + Giveaway + Excerpt

Welcome today on the blog author R. J. Jones and her new release set in the town of my birth – Brighton, England. Hurrah for a romantic read by the seaside!

She’s also offering an excerpt, plus a GIVEAWAY. Please use the Rafflecopter link below to enter.

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A sea change could be just what the doctor ordered.as-the-sun-sets-600

Doctor Scott Penney used to be a Paediatric Oncologist—until he burned out. Watching children suffer and die took its toll on his mental health. To cope, he used anonymous sex as an emotional crutch, thinking it was better than hitting the bottle. But that inevitably destroyed his relationship with the man he loved.

With his tail between his legs and a year’s worth of celibacy under his belt, Scott accepts a position as an Accident and Emergency consultant, leaving his career in oncology and London behind.

Ben Jenkins is a paediatric nurse who loves his seaside city, his job, and his faithful old Labrador, Happy. When he meets the new doctor, Ben falls for Scott’s kind-yet-reserved personality—not to mention his good looks. Scott is great with the children who come through the hospital, but Ben senses there’s more to Scott than meets the eye.

Scott tries to resist Ben’s sunny charm—Scott’s not boyfriend material, after all—but it’s impossible not to fall in love with the sad looking old dog and his charming owner. As Scott and Ben get closer and the weather heats up, tragedy strikes and Ben is left wondering how much of Scott’s history he actually knows.

For them to move forward, Ben must show Scott that no matter what happened in the past, a beautiful day can always start after the sun sets.

**This can be read as a standalone**

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available only on KU

 


Excerpt four

When I went outside to the courtyard to eat lunch, Ben was sitting on the bench. His legs were spread out in front of him, his head turned up to the sky, and his eyes closed. A slight smile playing at the corner of his mouth made me want to kiss him in the weak sunshine, just to see if he tasted as warm as he looked.

He must have sensed me staring at him. He lifted his head and opened his eyes, and when they locked with mine, his slight smile grew broader. “Hey, Doctor Penney. I was hoping to catch you.”

I gave myself a mental shake. “Can I join you?”

Ben sat up. “Of course.”

Sitting next to him, I couldn’t help but think of Friday night and the relaxed and easy way I’d been able to talk with him. “What did you need?” I asked around a mouthful of salad sandwich.

Ben blushed, the crimson snaking its way up his neck to his cheeks before he looked away. “I just wanted to make sure we were okay after the other night. I didn’t want you to think I was coming on to you, and then when I didn’t see you down the beach, I thought…”

“You mean you weren’t coming on to me?” I managed after swallowing.

Ben chuckled half-heartedly. “Well. I was, but… it kind of blindsided me… my sudden attraction to you. When I thought you were hot yet straight, you were off-limits so I didn’t think about it, but then I find out you’re gay and…”

I shook my head. “I’m still off-limits, Ben. Not because I’m a doctor and we work together, but because I can’t have a lover in my life right now.” I paused, wondering how much personal information I should tell him. I decided on the abridged version. “I came to Brighton to get away from a few things—one of those things was oncology and one was the mess I made of my life and my last relationship. I need to be by myself for a while.” Taking a deep breath, I looked straight ahead at the brick wall while I willed away the knot in my stomach. “I used to like myself, but the Scott Penney who lived in London was a selfish arse who didn’t deserve a second chance, let alone a third one. I’m trying to get back to the me I was before.”

Ben eyed me. “Is that why you didn’t come down to the beach?”

“Partly. I didn’t wake up till lunchtime, so I wouldn’t have made it. Anyway, I saw you running on Saturday evening, so I assumed you didn’t go in the morning.”

“Oh, God, this is going to sound desperate. I ran twice hoping to see you. Happy was beside himself even though he crashed earlier on the second run.” Ben frowned. “Where were you? I was keeping an eye out but didn’t see you.”

“I was walking toward the marina but was up on the road. Now I know the redheaded runner is you, you’re not hard to pick out.” I laughed.

“I wish you’d stopped me or something.”

I shook my head. “Like I said, I need a friend more than I need a lover right now. I hope you understand.”

Ben’s wide grin was back in place. “Of course. We all need friends, and we don’t really know each other anyway.”

It was good to know he hadn’t taken my rejection too harshly.

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Giveaway:

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RJ Jones

RJ started as a reader and eventually made the progression to reviewing. It wasn’t until two men popped into her thoughts, insisting on telling her their story that she started to write. It started with one scene. A hot and dirty one in the shower.
RJ’s initial thought was if she could write their scene then they’d shut up and allow her to concentrate on other aspects of the day. That shower scene was 3000 words long and three hours of work.  But they didn’t shut up.  They told her their entire story and she didn’t sleep for days.  Sometimes she couldn’t keep up with what they were telling her and she had to keep a notebook by the bed.
Whilst RJ was writing their story a side character decided he needed his story told too. Then other characters followed suit.
You see the problem? If RJ ever wants to sleep again then she needs to write.
RJ is a wife and a mother to two boys. Even her dog is a boy.
She is surrounded by males.

RJ writes emotionally charged, character driven romances. Her guys will always get their HEA, but it will never be easy.

 

Where to find me 

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/robyn.j.jones.1711
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Website – http://rjjonesauthor.com
Email – rjjonesauthor@gmail.com
Amazon page – http://www.amazon.com/R.-J.-Jones

On the Red Carpet: Skythane by J. Scott Coatsworth

skythane8-1Welcome to J. Scott Coatsworth’s exciting new release, SKYTHANE, released this month!

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Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Author: J. Scott Coatsworth
Cover Artist: Anne Caine
Length: 85K
Format: eBook, Paperback
Release Date: 2/17/17
Pairing: MM
Genres: sci fi, mm romance, gay sci fi


Blurb:
Jameson Havercamp, a psych from a conservative religious colony, has come to Oberon—unique among the Common Worlds—in search of a rare substance called pith. He’s guided through the wilds on his quest by Xander Kinnison, a handsome, cocky wing man with a troubled past.

Neither knows that Oberon is facing imminent destruction. Even as the world starts to fall apart around them, they have no idea what’s coming—or the bond that will develop between them as they race to avert a cataclysm.

Together, they will journey to uncover the secrets of this strange and singular world, even as it takes them beyond the bounds of reality itself to discover what truly binds them together.

Excerpt:
Rain hit the plas and ran downward in little rivulets, separating and rejoining like branches of time as the storm whipped itself into a frenzy over Oberon City.

Xander Kinnson lay on his bed, head thrown back, watching the tempest with a laziness that belied his inner turmoil and pain. Alix had left him and gone missing. A year had passed, and still he had a hard time accepting that simple fact.

His dark wings with their jet-black feathers were stretched out lazily to each side of his supine form, their tips extending past the edge of the bed. His chest heaved slowly up and down, and he breathed easily, as if he were utterly relaxed.

Nothing could have been further from the truth. Below the surface, under the deception of skin and sinew, his heart beat at a thunderous pace, and his mind raced for answers to Alix’s fate that slipped beyond his grasp.

The handsome trick he’d brought home rested his warm hands on Xander’s thighs, his hot mouth engaged elsewhere. Xander smelled the deep, masculine musk of him, slipping a hand absently through the man’s dark, tousled hair as the rain increased to a thundering downpour against the plas. The drops glistened, each an individual universe of shimmering light before running quickly out of sight.

A flash of lightning illuminated the room, thunder indicating how close it had been. As the heavy rain pounded against the arco’s walls, Xander rode the wave of pleasure higher and higher. Despite himself, he rose quickly toward climax, drawn up on the tide as the trick worked his cock. Unable to stop himself, he thrust his hips almost angrily upward into the man’s willing throat. Closer, closer….

He reached the crest, a pleasure so intense it burned through him like phosphorous, a white-hot fire.

Lightning flared again across the wet, black sky, followed by thunder so close it shook the bed. The storm had reached a fever pitch outside, and he arched his back in the air one more time, his wings rustling beneath him. As if in concert with the storm, Xander came, the release of his orgasm radiating from his hips along his spinal cord and down through his toes and the tips of his wings.

The rush of elation washed away his cares for a few brief moments. Xander shuddered, shivered, and shuddered again, and it was over.

For a while, he drifted in an oblivion that was blessed in its emptiness. The rain fell in a steady beat against the window, and he forgot to wallow in his pain. His mind floated free, with no responsibilities, nothing to worry about for those brief moments between sex and real life. This was what he needed. This lack of thought, this pleasurable oblivion where he could just be.

When he opened his eyes at last, the nameless trick was staring down at him, expectant.

“You’re still here.”

“I can do more, if you’d like,” the man said with a grin. Like Alix, he had no wings—a lander man.

Xander glared at him, annoyed. He was handsome enough, tall, dark-haired, with blue eyes and a light complexion. Strangely, he reminded Xander of Alix. The hair and eyes were wrong, but there was something about him, and that annoyed the hell out of Xander, for reasons he didn’t care to examine too closely. “Get out,” he said with a dismissive wave.

The man frowned. “I thought—”

“Oh right, your pay.” Xander took the man’s arm and slitted him a hundred crits from the wrist reader embedded in his own. Then he waved the trick away. “We’re square. Now get the fuck out of my flat.”

The man gathered his own clothes, but Xander didn’t give him time to put them on. Instead he hustled the trick out of the irising door, palming it closed on his hurt and angry expression.

I really have become a bastard, he thought, staring at his dim reflection in the shiny black door. It had been a long year.

He tapped the cirq in his temple with his left hand, and called out to his PA. “Ravi, any messages for me?”

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Author Bio:j-scott-coatsworth
Scott has been writing since elementary school, when he and won a University of Arizona writing contest in 4th grade for his first sci fi story (with illustrations!). He finished his first novel in his mid twenties, but after seeing it rejected by ten publishers, he gave up on writing for a while.

Over the ensuing years, he came back to it periodically, but it never stuck. Then one day, he was complaining to Mark, his husband, early last year about how he had been derailed yet again by the death of a family member, and Mark said to him “the only one stopping you from writing is you.”

Since then, Scott has gone back to writing in a big way. He has sold more than a dozen short stories – some new, some that he had started years before. He is currently working on two sci fi trilogies, and also runs the Queer Sci Fi (http://www.queerscifi.com) site, a group for readers and writers of gay sci fi, fantasy, and paranormal fiction.

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I love Paris in the (nearly) springtime… :)

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Dreamspinner Press will be at the Paris Book Fair in March – and so will I!

72-heuresI’m signing books on Sat 25th March – including my new French release of 72 Heures, now available at Dreamspinner on PRE-ORDER.

PLUS…. yes, there’s more!

From February 10 to 17, all Dreamspinner paperbacks are 25% off. In addition, there is free shipping available to those who choose to pick up their paperbacks at the Paris Book Fair when they use the coupon code PARIS17. (The Paris Book Fair takes place March 24 to 27, 2017.) Sales are set to begin and end based on Eastern Standard Time.

 

*******Happy reading!!******

Last day for Clare London audio giveaway!

It’s the LAST DAY to enter the giveaway for a free audio copy … 🙂

perf4.250x7.000.inddRomancing the Wrong Twin is now available in audio!
Listen to the excerpt HERE for the USA, and HERE for the UK.

How about *listening* to gruff Dom and bemused Aidan?! Hear how a mild deception to help out his twin lands Aidan in hot water, and Dom in an emotional place he never thought to go! :).

As a special promotion offer, I have a FREE CODE for the book for 2 lucky commenters, here on the blog or on Facebook – one for a US reader *plus* one for a UK reader. Comment with what you love about audiobooks, and whether you’re in the US or UK. I’ll announce the winners on Feb 15.

Here’s where you enter, and good luck! :

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Romancing the Wrong Twin in audio

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Romancing the Wrong Twin is now available in audio!
Listen to the excerpt HERE for the USA, and HERE for the UK.

How about *listening* to gruff Dom and bemused Aidan?! Hear how a mild deception to help out his twin lands Aidan in hot water, and Dom in an emotional place he never thought to go! :).

As a special promotion offer, I have a FREE CODE for the book for 2 lucky commenters, here on the blog or on Facebook – one for a US reader *plus* one for a UK reader. Comment with what you love about audiobooks, and whether you’re in the US or UK. I’ll announce the winners on Feb 8.

Here’s where you enter, and good luck! :

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“Bite Night” – the Seasonal Month starts here :)

Dreamspinner Press’s Advent Calendar series are always hugely successful – and my contribution this year kicks off the month’s reading!

bitenight_fbprofile_optizimedforfeedBITE NIGHT:
Creatures of the Night and Santa’s Christmas duties don’t mix. Every myth and bedtime story tells you so. But on Christmas Eve, when the Elves walked off the job over pension rights, it was time for me – Irwin, the only vampire on Santa’s payroll, despite recent diversity initiatives – and my trusty team to help out. Just deliver a few parcels, Santa asked me. Just help out on your local patch. Just for one night.

Armed with my reluctance to face all that human sentimentality and accompanied by a wise-cracking werewolf and an unruly fairy with a taste for vodka, I did my best. Honest. But we were heading for disaster until I came face-to-face with cute babysitter Benny. It’s Santa’s Number One Rule—no interaction with the clients. But Benny somehow managed to upset my appetite, inflame my libido, and restore my faith in the Christmas spirit, with one cheeky smile and a tasty body piercing.

It’s Christmas, and the show must go on!

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Whole Advent Calendar HERE

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“Irwin?” came a harsh whisper from behind me, at the window. “You eating all the cookies, you greedy bastard?”

With a rush of hot breath and prickly fur, Wulf burst into the room and skidded to a halt beside me. On all fours, of course, with his sack clutched in his teeth. He’d leaped the fence and approached through the back garden. I could only hope he’d kept his claws sheathed: they wreaked havoc with clients’ lawns.

“I don’t eat cookies,” I said to him. “As you very well know. The food is for you, and the milk or juice for Zilith.”

“Any sherry?” The mention of her name—and the promise of booze—had brought in the third person on my team. There was a swish of air as her butterfly-sized wings fluttered past, followed by a trail of glittery pink light from her miniscule toes. It never ceased to amaze me how she could also carry a sack a hundred times her personal size.

“Drinking on the job must be moderated,” I quoted from Santa’s handbook. Did I love being Mr. Human Resources, or what? Or maybe that should have been Mr. Inhuman Resources…. “You’ve had three sherries and a whiskey already from this street. Luckily, there’s only milk left out here.”

Zilith’s disappointed sniff expressed her opinion of the word “lucky.”

“Artificial tree. Huh. It’s a modern disease.” Wulf had finished the plate of cookies already—an expensive, organic brand, I noticed—and was prowling around the tree.

“Don’t you dare!” I snapped at him.

“What?” His body was long, lean and lupine, but the eyes were all mischievous bad boy.

“Piss up that tree,” I hissed. “I’ve seen you do it before, remember?”

“That other household wouldn’t have noticed.” Wulf yawned, his bright, white canines reflecting the twinkling tree lights. “Didn’t look like they’d cleared anything away from the previous Christmas. And did you see what their own dog left on top of the TV remote control? A delightful nugget of steaming—”

“Enough!” This was only the beginning of a long, long night, and I was already losing patience with the pair of them.

And then the guy walked into the room. We all stopped dead, him included. He looked to be in his early twenties, blond and blue-eyed. Mussed hair, barefoot, and dressed in loose jeans and a thin T-shirt that showed off some modest muscle definition and a couple of really tight, luscious nipples. One had the shape of a tiny metal bar threaded through it.

My mouth went dry.

“Bollocks,” Wulf growled, his hackles rising.

“Hush. Maybe he won’t see us.” Zilith’s best baby-girl voice tinkled in my ear.

The guy looked from her to me, to Wulf. And then back to me, probably because I was the one nearest his own height. The bowl of popcorn in his hands dropped to the floor with a crash.

“Pass on that, princess,” Wulf growled to Zilith.

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