MAGIC AND MISTLETOE RELEASE DAY BOOK BLAST STOP AND REVIEW

Magic & Mistletoe By Annabelle Jacobs

HEY FRIENDS, I AM HERE WITH MY GIRL KYLEE FOR A RELEASE DAY BOOK BLITZ STOP AND HER REVIEW OF MAGIC AND MISTLETOE BY ANNABELLE JACOBS! I LOVE THIS AUTHOR, AND YOU WILL TOO! LOOK BELOW FOR BOOK INFO, KY'S REVIEW, AND MUCH MORE INCLUDING A GIVEAWAY! LET'S GET TO IT!

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Author Name: Annabelle Jacobs
 Book Name: Magic & Mistletoe
 Release Date: November 30, 2015
Blurb:
Christmas is Harry’s favorite time of the year, but it looks like he’ll be spending it alone. When it comes to the men he fancies, his luck is non-existent. Harry’s nerves always get the better of him—especially when he tries to talk to Andrew, the hot guy downstairs.
Everything changes when Harry meets a mysterious girl in the woods who professes to be a witch. He dismisses her claims, but when odd things start happening to him, he has to reconsider.
Andrew was attracted to Harry from the start, but their awkward encounters put him off. All goes well until Harry opens his mouth—and ruins it with his stupidity and silly comments. When Harry suddenly becomes more relaxed and they have a proper conversation, Andrew realises his first impression was wrong. As the days count down to December 25, they get swept up in the Christmas spirit and their relationship moves faster than either expected.
A little winter magic might have been the push they needed, but Harry worries that when it wears off, he’ll no longer be the man Andrew wants.
 Pages or Words: 40,000 words
 Categories: Contemporary, Humor, M/M Romance
HERE IS KYLEE'S REVIEW:
I really loved this story. It was fun, quirky and very different.
Poor Harry and his awkwardness need a helping hand to capture Andrew's interest. That help comes from Melia and her magic.
The supporting characters are funny and really add to the book.
This is a great feel good Christmas book that will leave you with a smile.
A fast and easy read, perfect for snuggly up in bed and reading in one night. 

                                                  the 5 rainbow briefs rating :P

YUMMY!!!!! OH UM, GREAT REVIEW KY! LOVE THAT RATING PIC!! ;) HERE IS AN EXCERPT FOLLOWED BY THE BUY LINKS, SNATCH THIS ONE UP, DON'T YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT THOSE BRIEFS ARE ALL ABOUT? :p

Excerpt:
Harry didn’t need to look behind him to have his suspicions confirmed. The smug expression on Jason’s face said it all. “I hate you,” he whispered.
Jason kicked his shin. “Sit up, smile, and look happy to see him.”
Two minutes later, Andrew was pulling up a chair and setting his drink on the table.
Harry looked at the red takeaway cup topped with a mountain of whipped cream, and grinned. Instead of blurting out the first thing that came to mind—“Are you really gonna drink that?”—because God only knew what would happen this time to make him stop, Harry paused and took a sip of his coffee.
Andrew darted a glance between Harry and Jason, beginning to look uncomfortable, as though he thought he’d interrupted them.
Harry took a deep breath, then gestured at Andrew’s cup. “Is that one of the Christmas specials?” That wasn’t so hard, was it?
He relaxed a little as Andrew smiled at him and settled back in his chair.
“Yeah, it’s the gingerbread latte. I don’t normally indulge, but it’s bloody freezing out there today, and I fancied something delicious and bad for me.” His gaze caught Harry’s and lingered.
A flare of warmth filled Harry’s chest. This was flirting, right? It wasn’t his imagination.
Then Jason opened his big mouth and ruined the moment, saying, “Yeah, I think Kyle has that effect on a lot of people.”
Harry choked on his mouthful of coffee, just managing to swallow it instead of spraying it over the table. He glared daggers at Jason, who feigned innocence.
Andrew glanced over at the counter, then back at Jason, and laughed, his eyes crinkling at the edges. Harry bit his lip in frustration. Why couldn’t he get Andrew to laugh like that?
“Yeah,” Andrew said, “He’s not bad to look at.” Then his gaze slid back to Harry and his smile softened. “Not my type, though.”
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 Meet the author:
Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with her three rowdy children, and two cats.
An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories. They’re usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it—fighting enemies and adversity—but they always find love in the end.
Where to find the author:
Publisher: Annabelle Jacobs
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

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THANKS FOR JOINING ME ON THIS BOOK BLAST GUYS! AND THANKS KY FOR THAT AWESOME REVIEW!! (OK GUYS YOU CAN OGGLE THE BRIEFS NOW :p)




WINTER ORANGES RELEASE DAY REVIEW!


HEY FRIENDS, IT IS FINALLY RELEASE DAY FOR WINTER ORANGES BY MARIE SEXTON, AND BELOW IS MY REVIEW AND BUY LINKS! YOU GUYS WILL LOVE THIS ONE!




THIS QUOTE IS SIMPLY PERFECT FOR THIS BOOK! HERE IS MY REVIEW:



                  Winter Oranges by: Marie Sexton
                                               reviewed by: Becky

Jason Walker is a child star turned teen heartthrob turned reluctant B-movie regular who’s sick of his failing career. So he gives up Hollywood for northern Idaho, far away from the press, the drama of LA, and the best friend he’s secretly been in love with for years. 

There’s only one problem with his new life: a strange young man only he can see is haunting his guesthouse. Except Benjamin Ward isn’t a ghost. He’s a man caught out of time, trapped since the Civil War in a magical prison where he can only watch the lives of those around him. He’s also sweet, funny, and cute as hell, with an affinity for cheesy ’80s TV shows. And he’s thrilled to finally have someone to talk to. 

But Jason quickly discovers that spending all his time with a man nobody else can see or hear isn’t without its problems—especially when the tabloids find him again and make him front-page news. The local sheriff thinks he’s on drugs, and his best friend thinks he’s crazy. But Jason knows he hasn’t lost his mind. Too bad he can’t say the same thing about his heart. 




I  was hooked on the premise of this book the minute I saw the blurb, and let me tell you, when I read it, it lived up to my expectations and then some!

Jason has had it with Hollywood and B movie parts, too bad his agent keeps forgetting that. Jason tries to distance himself from Hollywood and his best friend Dylan, who he has loved for years, knowing Dylan doesn't view their relationship as more than "best friends with benefits". When Jason moves into his new house in Idaho, he gets so much more than he bargained for! 

Ben has been trapped in a snow globe since the Civil War, and no one can see him, meaning he is doomed to a lonely existence, that is until Jason moves in!

Jason can't believe no one else can see the man in his guesthouse! Is he going crazy, or is everyone else? As he and Ben spend more time together he begins not to care what people will think!

People start to get worried about Jason and his 'delusions', will a well meaning intervention cause him to lose Ben forever? 

I mean it friends, you have to read this story, it is amazing! Thanks Marie, for a story that helps put the magic into this Holiday Season!



                        the 5 Coeur d'Alene Christmas lights rating :)

I JUST HAD TO DO THAT RATING IN HONOR OF A MAGICAL OUTING FOR SWEET BEN! HERE ARE THE BUY LINKS, GRAB THIS BOOK TODAY!

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This collection would not be possible without the talent and generosity of its authors, who have brought us the following holiday stories:
Pre-ordering this collection will allow you to save almost 25% off the list price of the individual books.
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Twenty percent of the proceeds from this title will be donated to the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender (GLBT) National Help Center. 

Founded in 1996, the GLBT National Help Center is a non-profit organization that provides vital peer-support, community connections and resource information to people with questions regarding sexual orientation and/or gender identity. Utilizing a diverse group of GLBT volunteers, they operate two national hotlines, the GLBT National Hotline and the GLBT National Youth Talkline, as well as private, volunteer one-to-one online chat, that help both youth and adults with coming-out issues, safer-sex information, school bullying, family concerns, relationship problems and a lot more. 

To learn more about this charity or to donate directly, please visit their website at glbthotline.org.


THIS IS ONE HOLIDAY BOOK YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T MISS!! THANKS FOR JOINING ME FOR MY RELEASE DAY REVIEW OF WINTER ORANGES, AND CHECK OUT THOSE BUNDLE AND CHARITY LINKS! SEE YOU GUYS NEXT TIME!






FISH STICK FRIDAYS RELEASE DAY REVIEW:


HEY GUYS, I AM HERE WITH MY GIRL KYLEE AND HER RELEASE DAY REVIEW OF FISH STICK FRIDAYS, WITH LINKS: LET'S CHECK IT OUT:




WHAT A GREAT QUOTE: LOVE IT! HERE IS KY'S REVIEW:


                                        Fish Stick Fridays by: Rhys Ford
                                                             reviewed by: Kylee

Deacon Reid was born bad to the bone with no intention of changing. A lifetime of law-bending and living on the edge suits him just fine―until his baby sister dies and he finds himself raising her little girl.
Staring down a family history of bad decisions and reaped consequences, Deacon cashes in everything he owns, purchases an auto shop in Half Moon Bay, and takes his niece, Zig, far away from the drug dens and murderous streets they grew up on. Zig deserves a better life than what he had, and Deacon is determined to give it to her.
Lang Harris is stunned when Zig, a little girl in combat boots and a purple tutu, blows into his bookstore, and then he’s left speechless when her uncle, Deacon Reid, walks in hot on her heels. Lang always played it safe, but Deacon tempts him to step over the line… just a little bit.
More than a little bit. And Lang is willing to be tempted.
Unfortunately, Zig isn’t the only bit of chaos dropped into Half Moon Bay. Violence and death strike, leaving Deacon scrambling to fight off a killer before he loses not only Zig but Lang too.



Deacon and Lang could not be any more different. Bad boy Biker meets sweet nerdy bookshop owner and yet they fit together perfectly. Add in a feisty eight year old who swears like a sailor and have a wonderfully brilliant book. 

This books has a little bit of everything in it, action, suspense, mystery and a whole lot of loving. 

Deacon and Lang have to fight hard to stay together especially when there is unknown forces trying to rip them apart.

I throughly enjoyed this book by Rhys and can't wait to read some  of this author's other books.


                                                      the 4 Sir Didymus rating! :P

OK, THIS MAY BE ONE OF MY FAVE RATING PICS EVER! SIR DIDYMUS IS MY DUDE!!! WOO HOO, HERE ARE THE BUY LINKS FOR THIS ONE, GRAB IT UP GUYS!



YOU GUYS WILL LOVE THIS BOOK! THANKS KY, FOR AN AWESOME JOB AS ALWAYS! SEE YOU GUYS NEXT TIME!




HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS ANTHOLOGY BLOG TOUR STOP!

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HEY GUYS, I AM HERE TODAY WITH MY BLOG TOUR STOP OF THE HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS ANTHOLOGY, AND IN EDITION TO EXCERPTS, AUTHOR BIOS, AND LINKS FOR EACH BOOK, I HAVE MY REVIEW AS WELL, AND THERE IS EVEN A GIVEAWAY, SO ENJOY, AND GRAB THIS ANTHOLOGY TODAY!!


Home for the Holidays
M/M Romance Anthology
SJ Himes
Jenna Kendrick
Heather C. Leigh
Liv Rancourt
Felice Stevens

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Cover Design: LateNite Designs
Cover Photo: StockPhoto
Release Date: 11.29.15

ANTHOLOGY INFO:
Home can be a person as well as a place. Everyone deserves a home for the holidays, as the stories in this collection affirm.
Proceeds from Home for the Holidays are being donated to the Ali Forney Center in New York City to help homeless LGBTQ youth.

*The Eighth Night by Jenna Kendrick



Going home for the holiday only to find his parents have made other plans, Kai Meyers is thrilled to reunite with an old friend. Disowned by his religious family, Ari Fisher is use to being treated like a boy toy rather than a boyfriend, and now he only has eight days to reveal his secrets to Kai.


MY REVIEW:

I love this Holiday short about two friends who never really forgot each other, life just took them in two very different directions! I love to see so much character depth in such a short story, Kai will tug at your heart, as will poor Ari, and you will realize what these two men deserve is to build a wonderful holiday season and beyond together!

        the 5 elevator rating :P

THIS IS ONE GREAT BOOK, AND YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH THESE TWO GUYS BEFORE IT IS OVER I PROMISE :) HERE IS AN EXCERPT:


Kai pulled up to the valet and peeled his stiff fingers from the wheel. White-knuckling it through downtown Boston traffic did not foster the inner peace necessary to handle spending the holidays with his family. He’d spent the majority of the drive kicking himself for not taking the train from Albany, but then he wouldn’t have been able to put in a couple hours at the office before heading out.

He popped the trunk of his blue Fusion and pulled his duffel bag and laptop backpack from the passenger seat. By the time he walked to the back of the car, a bellhop had already pulled his small suitcase out of the trunk and was on his way into the building with it, leaving Kai no choice but to follow. Entering the private resident lobby, he was cleared by security and escorted to the elevators. He remembered how uncomfortable he’d been with all this pomp and ceremony when he was fifteen and his family had moved into the building. The fanciful idea of living in a hotel belonged in children’s books, not real life. He still felt awkward as an adult, as if he were acting out a scene in a movie.

He exited the elevator on the 30th floor and immediately spotted the bags in the hall outside his parents’ apartment. No. They wouldn’t…

“Malachai, you’re finally here.” His mother stepped into the hall, pulling on her gloves. “I just left you a note on the kitchen counter.” She looked down at the bags as if checking to see they were all accounted for, but Kai saw the lack of eye contact for the avoidance tactic it was.

“Going somewhere? I thought we were having a family Chanukah this year.”

THIS IS A WONDERFUL ADDITION TO THE HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS ANTHOLOGY, AND I LOVE TO SEE THE STORY UNFOLD IN THIS ONE! HERE IS AN AUTHOR BIO:


ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jenna Kendrick writes male/male new adult and contemporary romance, her favorite genre to read. She lives in Upstate New York, where she spends the better part of the year trying to stay warm and dry. When she’s not writing, she reads, watches The Princess Bride and The Avengers far too often, spends time with her husband and friends, and drinks more coffee and tea than she’d care to admit. She shares her home office with her dog, Tally, and her cats, Loki and Tamiris.
Jenna spent most of her class time in high school writing bad poetry and short stories in which her teachers were the villains. She began writing in earnest in college, putting it aside for a few years to work as a teacher and product manager for several online services. In addition to writing fiction, Jenna also writes nonfiction technical books under another name.

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*24-Hour Hold by Heather C. Leigh



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Detectives Damon Porter and Anderson Malloy are now partners at Denver’s Major Case Unit. The problem is, they used to be boyfriends, and now they’re feeling anything but friendly towards each other.

MY REVIEW:

This is a great story, and these two guys better give it up now, because even though they are ex'es, the spark is very much still there! Throw in cases to solve and  bigoted co workers and you have the recipe for one hell of a holiday read!

      the 5 coffee mug rating :P

LIKE I COULD DO ANY OTHER RATING, AND I COULD JUST SEE DAMON SPORTING THAT MUG! HERE IS AN EXCERPT: 


“Shut the fuck up!” Captain Terrell roars. The room falls silent. “The holidays are around the corner and I want our citizens feeling safe enough to go out and enjoy themselves and safe in their own homes and businesses. That means closing these cases.

“Now,” Terrell walks over to the side of the room, motioning for someone to join him. From the back row, I can only see the top of a dark head of tousled hair as it weaves through the crowded room toward the front. “This detective has seven years of police experience, five of them with the Major Crimes Division in Miami. He’s originally from Denver and is going to be with us here at Robbery and Larceny temporarily to help us out as he’s being transferred to Homicide after these cases are solved, so you assholes better play nice.” Captain glares at us before nodding to the man and stepping aside.

I squint at the podium, tilting to peek around Gorski’s big fat head. Before I can get a good look at the new detective, he speaks. Seven years later, I still recognize that voice. The voice of the first man I ever loved.

“Good morning. I’m Detective Anderson Malloy, but everyone calls me Ace. I’d like to thank Captain Terrell and the rest of you for your hospitality while I’m here in Larceny. I’m a pretty easy going guy and I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.”

My mind races, scrambling for a way to sneak out of the room without being noticed. Fuck! Seven fucking years and it feels as if it was just yesterday that Anderson Malloy pressed me down on his bunk at the academy, his hot mouth traveling across my chest.

“I also want to say—”

Malloy’s gaze lands on me, causing him to stumble over his words. My mouth goes dry and blazing heat floods my face.

Anderson blinks, dazed, and rushes through the rest of his little speech. “I want to say… ummmm, I hope we can work together and clear up some of your case load. Thanks.”

“Alright assholes,” Captain says. “I’ll be reassigning cases so stay close to get your new files.”

Anderson tries to get to me, waving his fingers in my direction, but every detective in the room wants to introduce themselves, standing in his way with outstretched hands. Taking advantage of the distraction, I grab my mug of faux-coffee and dart out of the room before anyone can stop me.

Hurriedly, I weave my way through the desks in the bullpen, ducking back into the kitchenette like a coward. My heart is racing in my chest. I can feel sweat gathering under the collar of my very expensive designer shirt. Shit, I’m acting like a nervous virgin on prom night. Big fucking deal if Anderson is here. I dumped him, not the other way around. If anyone should feel uncomfortable, it should be Malloy.

Then why am I the one hiding?

“Porter, if you’re not going to have coffee, think you can move your not-so-sexy ass out of the way?”

My back bristles at the sound of Dave Richardson’s snarky jab at my sexuality. Hiding my anger, as usual, I step aside so he can fill his well-worn Denver Broncos mug with coffee-substitute.

Hope you choke on it, asshole.

YEP, I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO READ THIS ONE!! HERE IS A BIO ON HEATHER AND SOCIAL LINKS:



ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Heather C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon bestselling Famous series. She likes to write about the 'dark' side of fame. The part that the public doesn't get to see, how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.
Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.

She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it's not real chocolate so it doesn't count) and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.
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*Learning to Love by Felice Stevens


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Returning home for the holiday, caterer Gideon Marks tried hard to push away his high school crush. But Rabbi Jonah Fine wouldn’t let him run again, or keep the secret Gideon’s tried so desperately to hide.

MY REVIEW:

I love Gideon, and I feel for him and all he has overcome to get where he is today! Jonah is just what Gideon needs to fill the void in his life and make him truly happy! Will Jonah be able to convince Gideon that what he is trying to hide isn't as important as what's happening between them?

                                                           the 5 matzo balls rating :P

I REALLY LOVED THIS STORY, AND YOU WILL TOO (AND YES I HAAADDD TO DO THE MATZO BALLS) :) HERE IS AN EXCERPT, DON'T MISS IT!


“What do you want?” I blurted out. Yes I was rude, but he deserved it for waking me up.

He stood and met my glare with a troubled expression in those deep blue eyes. “To talk to you and find out why you’re so mad at me.”

“Didn’t you ever hear of the invention known as the telephone?” I couldn’t help it. After all these years, having Jonah in such close proximity to my body was affecting me in ways I didn’t want and couldn’t let happen. “I’m making coffee.” I turned my back on him and went into the kitchen.

“I’m not stupid. You’d either ignore my calls or hang up on me.”

He was there right behind me, his breath touching the back of my neck. I finished pouring the water into the well, congratulating myself that though my hands shook, I didn’t spill any. I set it to brew and sidestepped to the counter that doubled as my table, away from the heat of Jonah’s large body. He had a good four inches on me and although I never felt small, standing in front of Jonah I could easily imagine sinking into his broad chest, his arms wrapped around me.

Fuck.

“So you’re here now. Talk to me, but make it quick.”

Jonah seemed surprised. “Why, what’s the hurry?” He followed me and sat at one of the bar stools. “Besides.” He grinned and pointed to the bag on the edge of the counter I’d somehow missed seeing. “I brought cinnamon raisin bagels and that chocolate chip cream cheese you always liked so much.”

Stunned by Jonah’s recall, I stared at him. “How…what?” I couldn’t wrap my head around Jonah remembering such a minute detail about me.

His warm smile beamed. “I have an excellent memory for things. Like how you like hazelnut flavored coffee and your fries extra crispy. That you hate Sicilian pizza. How you like 80’s music and Britney Spears.”

“Well, yeah, duh. What gay man doesn’t?” I shrugged.

Smile lines radiated from the corner of his eyes. “I made a point of not losing track of you, Gideon. And I’ve been proud of your successes.”

The warm glow from Jonah’s response faded. “Why? Because you thought I couldn’t do it and you expected to see me fail?” Even though his actions belied my words, I couldn’t stop ranting. “Surprised you didn’t I? Dumb Gideon made something out of himself.” I fled to the opposite side of the apartment and stood by the windows, which overlooked the street below.

“Wrong.”

Once again Jonah stood behind me, but this time he took me by the shoulder and spun me around so we were face to face. I gazed up at him, shocked by the desire I saw in his eyes. I licked my lips and watched his stare drop to my mouth.

“Jonah?” I couldn’t get another word out.

He took my face between his hands and brushed his lips against mine, gentle as a feather, yet my body burned. His lips rested on the corner of my mouth, our cheeks touching. The entire world could have disappeared; nothing else mattered but the feel of Jonah’s hands on me.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” The curve of his smile imprinted itself on my skin.

GREAT EXCERPT HUH? WAIT TILL YOU READ THE WHOLE THING! HERE IS A BIO ON FELICE AND SOME SOCIAL LINKS! :)


ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. While life is tough, she believes there is a happy ending for everyone. She started reading traditional historical romances as a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn't until she picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth's court that her interest in romance novels was renewed.
But somewhere along the way, her reading shifted to stories of men falling in love. Once she picked up her first gay romance, she became so enamored of the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion there was no turning back.

Felice lives in New York City with her husband and two children. Her day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. Although she practices law, she daydreams of a time when she can sit by a beach and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be some angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.
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*Saving Silas by SJ Himes


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Paramedic Gael Dominic wasn’t expecting much from the holidays. Blood, death, and loneliness were constants. So when tragedy puts a wounded Silas in his path, Gael takes a chance on his alleyway angel and love.

MY REVIEW:

Ok now this story, though I loved them all, is my favorite! I love how Gael saves Silas from homelessness due to his tyrant of a father, and even being shot in a random act of violence. Silas, it turns out, thinks Gael did all the saving, but he didn't, because Silas saves Gael from the hell of his memories, and makes him want to live again! 

                                                     the 5 Christmas Tree rating :)

I HAD TO DO THAT RATING IN HONOR OF SOMETHING GAEL HASN'T HAD IN A LONG TIME, HERE IS AN EXCERPT:

Beep….beep….beep….

Someone needs to turn off that notification alert…Silas thought, annoyed. He tried to turn his head and bury it under his pillow, but he couldn’t seem to muster the strength. He moaned, irritated, and tried to lift a hand to wipe at his face. There was something making his nose itch. A tug on his arm made him stop, and he gasped as pain radiated out from his shoulder and down his chest.

“Don’t move,” came a voice from nearby. Deep and rumbly. Smooth. Like coffee. Silas smiled, and settled back into his bed, wanting to hear more of that voice. The pain went away, and he floated in a gray place, light coming and going as he listened to the world around him. “That’s it, angel. Don’t try to move, just relax.”

The annoying beeping faded, and Silas focused on the sounds of someone moving next to him, and the warmth of a hand taking hold of his. Larger, callused, strong. Silas smiled, despite the itching around his upper lip and nose. He closed his fingers around the hand that held his, and rubbed his thumb over hot, smooth skin. He hated to be touched by strangers, but this man, this hand, was something else.

“Nurse, I think he’s waking up.” That voice again. “Hey, angel. Can you open your eyes? The doctor is coming, and some people need to talk to you. Can you wake up for me?”

“Keep…” Silas whispered, throat dry. He swallowed, and tried again with better success. “Keep talking to me.”

A chuckle, flowing like warm water over his body. Silas shivered, and held the hand tighter. It had been so long since he felt the affectionate touch of another. That kiss which started his nightmare didn’t count, it was nothing compared to how it felt to hold this man’s hand. “I can do that. Let me see those eyes, kiddo. Wake up for me.”

“Not a kid.” Silas pried one eye open a fraction, wanting to see the owner of the sexiest voice in the world. His eyes watered at the brightness, and he blinked, managing to open them both. Everything was blurry, and it was hard to think past the gray haze swirling around in his brain. He squinted, and his gaze narrowed to the figure standing next to him.

“Wow….” Silas breathed out, in awe. “You are so pretty.”

The man above him froze, bronzed skin going dusky rose from a blush that swept his high cheekbones. Dark eyes, dark hair shorn short, and tattoos peeking out over the top of a dark blue uniform shirt collar, the man above him could’ve been a one of those half-naked veteran models that was flooding Facebook. Just wearing too many clothes. He was gorgeous. And he looked very tired.

He should be scared. This man, this hot, sexy man, was exactly the type of guy he should be afraid of, he should be wary of…though his father was older, and not as broad across the chest and shoulders. This man oozed strength, without the malice his father wore like a mantle. This man gave him a soft, awed smile, a smile that made Silas’ skin shiver in reaction, his belly quiver.

“Umm, thanks. You’re not bad looking yourself, kid. Can you tell me your name?”

AWWW I JUST LOVE SILAS AND GAEL, AND YOU WILL TOO! HERE IS SOME INFO ON SJ AND SOCIAL LINKS:


ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I'm a thirty something bisexual cisgendered woman with way too big an imagination, but that comes in handy when I'm writing. I have been writing since I was a child, when I took a four page assignment on what I was going to do on summer vacation and turned it into a 100 page fantasy epic all written by hand...in crayons. No joke.
I work a day job, but I can't share for who, since the Old Man isn't as liberated as the people who read my books. I'm married, I have furbabies, and I live with loved ones. I adore a certain show about a British consulting detective and his grumpy army doctor, and that spawned an addiction to Johnlock fanfiction, which then evolved into me writing it. Gawd, that's embarrassing. Put this down in the TMI section of my Bio, okay? I enjoy martial arts, movies where things blow up, and I wish I lived in a Marvel movie.
I live in the beautiful and lonely Berkshire County in Massachusetts, and I see way more wildlife than I care to on a daily basis (bears!). My perfect day is reading surrounded by friends and family who don't think it's odd I want to hang out but not talk, and my favorite scent of all time is a cool fall evening with leaves burning....less a scent, and more of an experience.
My writing is focused on gay and lesbian people, who are more than interesting side characters that hang out with the heterosexual MCs. My wish for the future is that when people ask me what I do for a living, I can say, "I write gay romance," and NOT get weird looks. Also write under pen name Revella Hawthorne.


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*Christmas in LaLa Land by Liv Rancourt


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For a Danaan sidhe like Aron, touching a human has consequences, while Damian’s hiding some serious scars behind his smile. A holiday trip to LA forces them to choose between acting on their attraction or giving up on love because of the past.

MY REVIEW:

Aron is a sidhe and he works as an escort, but the one human he really wants is his delivery guy, and when he gets enough gumption to ask him for coffee, will this be the start of something great, or will past hurts get in the way of a great thing?

                                              the 4 amazon fresh truck rating :)

I HAD TO DO THIS RATING IN HONOR OF DAMIAN! THIS IS A REALLY CUTE ADDITION TO THIS ANTHOLOGY! HERE IS AN EXCERPT:

An evening spent siphoning off another soul’s fear of mortality is a fabulous way to mess up a good night’s sleep. Around nine in the morning, I sank into my favorite kitchen chair, nursing a fresh-brewed cup of coffee and wondering if a fan would work to blow away the stink of burned java from last night’s pot. Wednesday was delivery day, my regularly scheduled opportunity to flirt.

The small Formica table was older than me, and though the tube-metal chair wasn’t comfortable, the spot by the window gave me a view of the alley that ran behind our house. Our San Francisco neighborhood was made up of Victorian painted ladies, now occupied by the kind of people who drove Saabs, Volvos, and the occasional Prius. Late commuters slowly navigated the steep incline, while fog smudged the alley’s edges, narrowing their route.

My mug was half-empty when the boxy, green, AmazonFresh delivery truck pulled up behind the house. I held my breath. What if he’d taken the day off?

The truck’s engine stopped with a heavy cough.

My heartbeat hitched, skittered, and I washed down a tangle of nerves with some coffee. The Man of the Hour swung out of the driver’s seat, all dark, dark skin, glossy white smile, and a sweet fade with mini-dreads on top. Damian Jones.

The whole package made me shiver.

A moment later he knocked, and I popped up to open the back door.

“Gurl, you look like something the cat upchucked and left for dead,” Damian said.

The gleam in his dark eyes lit a match somewhere down south of my border. Awkward, because I’d dressed in little bootie shorts and had to sit down fast to avoid giving him an anatomy lesson. “Thanks, darling.”

Sitting didn’t disappoint me. I mean, it’s not like I was hoping he’d notice my ass. At all.

Lying.

He carried in two large, green plastic tubs loaded with enough stuff to make his biceps bulge. Setting them down by our antique refrigerator, he gave the kitchen a quick scan. “You know where she put the empties?”

“Maybe down in the basement?” A nice person would get up and look. A nice person who didn’t have a hard-on busting through his bootie shorts.

“All right, honey. I got another armload out in the truck, and then I’ll go get ’em.”

He called me honey!

Damian left, and the burned coffee stink overwhelmed me. He handled everything with such cool while I sat like fruit on a log.

I huffed, straightened, and planted my hands on my hips. Not this time. This time I’d take the initiative. Jumping out of the chair, I figured the steep cellar stairs would bring my dick crashing back to reality.

The empty Amazon containers were there, and on the way back to the kitchen, my initiative rolled over into inspiration. Or insanity.

In my excitement, I almost ran right into Damian. He came through the back door, carrying a couple soft-sided carriers by the straps.

“Hey,” I said, spitting out the word before common sense could crush my enthusiasm.

His tongue flirted with me, bright pink against his dark lips. “Wassup?”

“Ahh ... do you have time for coffee?” Because why live forever if you hate being alive?

WELL THAT WRAPS UP THE STORIES IN THE ANTHOLOGY, HERE IS A BIO AND SOCIAL LINKS ON LIV RANCOURT, HAVE A LOOK!



ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire … or sometimes demon … I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they’re brats.
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