Friday, August 30, 2013

eBook Review: Sweet Young Thang by Anne Tenino

Sweet Young Thang (Theta Alpha Gamma, #3)Sweet Young Thang by Anne Tenino
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Things go wrong ... again, and again. Beware, this review has a whole bunch of spoilers. Overall, I liked the story but felt that it was rather mediocre in my reading experience. That has nothing to do with the drama in the book, but more of my own perceptions.

That was definitely the theme to the story. Countering that was the sweet romance between Collin and Eric. First we have a fire, that leads to a skyward bound hot water heater. Guy has nasty compound fracture, which was actually interesting for me, which leads to Eric going to his old frat ... which is Collin's current one.

Collin's dedication to his frat was a bit overzealous but I think quite a bit was due to the plot requiring he please his homophobic, sanctimonious uncle. That led an air of urgency to the entire situation because it imparted a deadline. That was a nice element.

The rest though... the progression of the relationship, and most especially the villain, was incredibly transparent. I knew early on, from the moment Sparky canceled super early from their morning golf game to the repetitive comments about a lot of the alumni being homophobic. And let's face it ... the name, Sparky? Really? It was especially easy to figure out with the fact that the sparkler chemicals were used to start the initial fire.

If you like college fiction, or stories with fireman paramedics, romance and a lot of drama... this story could be for you. I might be a bit picky about preferring the plot a bit less transparent, so if you don't mind early on knowing who your baddie is ... well, then sure, I'd recommend the story!

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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Available now! FREE Short Story eBook: When I Saw You

Available in the MM Goodread's group Love Has No Boundaries event folder, or via download on Gayauthors ...

Synopsis: Take a photographer known for his appreciation of the male form and a group of college athletes willing to pose for the special exhibit he's been invited to show at for a local gallery. One man catches his eye, but he's not one of his models... Can Balian get him to pose?

Wednesday Brief: Take Flight Part 7

Welcome back to the Wednesday Briefs weekly flash update! This week my flash isn't quite as long as usual but there's a big event, so I hope you'll forgive me. The prompt I chose this week was, "the ties that bind". Enjoy!!

Take Flight Part 7

Sayer let out a long breath. He picked up something from his lap. Birch stared at his outstretched hand which held out the gold box. “This is yours,” he said softly.

The air was charged between them yet utterly still. To Birch, it felt as everything waited for him to move, like the whole world stood still for this one moment. Birch studied Sayer’s face, looking deep into his ice blue eyes. His hand trembled when he carefully picked up the box with its clumsy bow.

Birch’s heart pounded relentlessly. This was … it was irrevocable. He got that and beyond the anger, and the questions, beat a fierce yearning for exactly what the gift offered him.


It took two tries with fumbling fingers to get the bow untied. He almost cracked a joke about Sayer’s lack of wrapping skills, but it felt wrong to make light of anything right then. His breath came out in a soft oh when he lifted the lid of the box.

Nestled in the silky fabric was a necklace. The chain was thick and ropy but made up of untold number of strands finer than a strand of hair. Centered in the coil was a pendant that gleamed in the light. It was milky white but when Birch stroked the stone it cracked open under his finger. The inside was a glittering rainbow of colors encased by the thin ring of white stone. It shone in the strange light of the room, almost pulsing. The two halves clicked back together seamlessly.

“It’s beautiful.” Birch’s hand tingled as he lifted the necklace from the box. “Will you… Will you put it on me?”

“I would love to.” Sayer reached forward and the fibers of the chain came undone. “Once I put this on you, the ties that bind us will never come apart. No hand but my own can ever open this amulet. Our souls will be as entwined as the strands of this chain, the two pieces as seamless as this stone.”

It was Birch’s turn to hold his breath as he lifted his neck from the pillow. Sayer’s hands slipped behind him, and then it was done. Birch captured Sayer’s hands as they slid over his shoulders and held them to his chest. The amulet stone began to glow, pulsing.

A wind carrying a soft scent of flowers swirled in the room. The ache was gone, instead, Birch was filled with an ecstatic peace that filled him with energy. “Kiss me,” he said.

He tugged on Sayer’s hands but the pale fae that loved him needed no encouragement. His cheeks pinked and his eyes glowed bright as he leaned down until their lips met and melded. Soft at first, then fierce, Sayer claimed his mouth. Their lips parted, opened and met again, tongues entwining, hot and slick.

Birch’s back bowed from the bed and his hands squeezed hard on Sayer’s. He cried out as the wind lifted them both. Birch opened his eyes but he could see nothing but Sayer’s face. His body tingled and burned. “Sayer!”


They clung together in the midst of the magic. It could have been seconds or hours as they kissed and held tight to each other before the winds gradually died and lowered them to the bed.


“Ow. Oh god, it hurts.”

Sayer was lying in the bed next to Birch, facing him on his side. “Your leg?”

Birch nodded. Sayer was amazed at the changes in his beloved, but he didn’t think he would mention them quite yet. The signs of pain that had momentarily faded from Birch’s were back.  He was pale and a bead of sweat ran down his temple.


The medic came hurrying into Sayer’s bedroom from the grotto. “My lord! He is—”

“In pain.” Sayer glared at the slim medic. “Help him now.”

“Of course. Please relax for me,” Haverlseen said to Birch. His beloved was still on his side, his arms clenched on Sayer’s shoulders.

Haverlseen’s hands hovered near Birch, one above his head and the other over his bent leg. They began to glow as Haverlseen began to hum. His voice was high and sweet, coaxing the magic to enter Birch.

“Oh. Oh!” Birch’s head tipped forward and rested against Sayer’s chest. The trembling in his limbs eased and he went limp.


Sayer stroked one hand against Birch’s cheek; the soft stubble tickled his fingertips. “Birch?”

“He is just asleep, my lord. I have healed him but the magic of that and your bonding has taken much from him. He will be fine when he wakes.”

“Thank you.”

Haverlseen bowed and left the room.

Sayer sighed. He had his beloved in his arms, and they’d finally bonded. Obviously he’d have to explain about the wings.

They were spectacular, snowy white and full, draping from above Birch’s shoulders down past his waist. The small man in his arms shivered when Sayer began stroking the soft feathers. They were soft and downy near his shoulders.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “My beloved.”
Now check out the other great story updates by my fellow Briefers! Please give a special welcome to our flash newbie, Shelly!

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Visiting Author: Kia Zi Shiru with Disturbed Connections

I'd love to thank Kia for coming to my blog today to talk about her experiences with publishing. Then she has a new release to talk about too! Please join me in welcoming Kia.
10 Things I Learned about Publishing by Kia

10. Writing is hard. I thought I knew this already, but I didn’t realise how hard until I was published. Suddenly you get scared of disappointing people, and you keep wanting to check your sales rankings all day. When you’re checking sales rankings you’re not writing. Suddenly you want a lot more than just writing.


9. Editing is even harder than writing. After you’ve written your story you’re going to edit, edit, edit it, and after that edit it some more. It’s not that easy to reread your own story time after time, trying to fix all the problems you can find.


8. An editor is your friend. But they do need to be tough. Your editor is not your enemy and working with them shouldn’t feel like a hostage situation. I found my editor after I looked around and got example edits back from 6 people. This editor picked out errors, asked me some good questions and also kept my own writing style intact. I don’t accept all the changes as sometimes it’s about preference but I always take her suggestions on board. Working with her has been a blessing and I know that is not the case for everybody. An editor should work with you and you need to find someone who can.


7. Bad reviews will come. They will sting; you will get upset. This is all part of the process and it will hurt. Not everybody thinks about things the same way, and not everyone will read the book description. Some people will be disappointed that the book is not what they thought it would be (no matter how clear you make the cover and description).


6. Returns will also come. See #7.


5. Your fans will make your day. Each new fan will be a blessing and you will love them. I’ve gotten to know a lot of new cool people through my writing, and I really love that. Everybody is different, but it’s great to know that there are some people out there who love the same things as I do.


4. Do blog tours. Not just for the marketing opportunity, but bloggers are great friends. 5 blog tours in I’ve got a list with people that I know I can contact at any moment and they will help me with a new tour. But that is not the best part. These are people who know about books, about reading genres or about writing. These are people who you can connect with not, as an author, but as a lover of books. Bloggers make the best friends because you both love books.


3. Become friends with other authors. Especially within your own genre. I’ve learned a lot from reading books from authors within my genre. You’re not competition. You can’t write a book a day and publish that. Readers can read a book a day, sometimes more. So when you’ve got authors who are your friends you can help each other find new fans. But the best thing about author friends is that they get what you’re going through. They know what problems there are and they’re great helps when you’re stuck somewhere. Shared pain and everything like that.


For me there is nothing better than being able to explain what is going wrong and having someone who might know a solution or at least know how to soften the pain. Authors make great friends because they let you know you’re not alone in this, even when you’re sitting in your room writing, alone, while the sun is shining bright outside.


2. Reading is a blessing. And so is watching tv and learning new (non-research) things. As a writer most of what you do is output based: writing, connecting on social media, marketing, etc. Those are all things that are output based, you’re actively doing things. Reading, watching tv and learning new things are input based, this requires a different mindset. For me there is nothing more relaxing than sitting down with my tablet and work on learning Japanese for an hour, or reading a book, or even watching some of my favourite tv shows. If you’re only doing output the whole day, day in day out, you get tired and writing doesn’t go well when you’re tired. Doing at least a bit of input based things each day helps you with not overworking yourself. And I’ve had the greatest moments of inspiration while I was calming myself down with some input time instead of output time.


1. Write! Without this last one it’s hard to be a writer. You need to write to be a writer, to edit and to publish. Without writing none of the previous steps are useful. I love writing, with all the pain that comes with it. I love coming up with new characters, and the best thing? I love it when other people love my characters as much as I do.
Now on to Kia's release: Disturbed Connections Book 2 of the Otherkin Spirits


A werewolf and a vampire, forbidden love. What could go wrong?

CHRIS, a werewolf on the run from his abusive clan, hides in a vampire house. ALEC, a vampire who has comfortably lived in the house for years, has no intentions to ever leave it.

Their connection is obvious from the first time they meet. But the house rules are strict, werewolves and vampires can not date. Unable to fight their attraction and unwilling to leave, they instead choose to hide their love.

Then Chris’ old clan finds him and takes him back. Will Alec ever see Chris again?

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On impulse Chris unlocked his door, opened it a fraction and sat on his bed with a book. He hoped he could catch a glimpse of Alec without seeming too obvious. He started reading the book though he kept glancing up at the door. Anything to not seem too stalkerish, because that would be a bad first impression to make. He heard the door to the bathroom open and footsteps in the hallway. Travis had told him that after taking a shower they usually didn’t use the doors directly to their own rooms since it would fill up the rooms with steam—annoying maybe on other days, but lucky for Chris today.

He caught a glimpse of Alec as he walked through his line of sight. Then the footsteps stopped. Chris quickly looked at his book, acting as if he hadn’t opened the door on purpose.

He heard Alec come over to his door and knock on it.

“Hey, you settling in okay?” Alec’s voice was light, not as deep as he expected it, but it was melodic, happy even.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” As Chris answered, Alec pushed the door open and leaned against the frame. Chris swallowed as Alec dried his long black dreadlocks and stood there, all innocent and open, in just a towel. He seemed to be unaware of his staring and Chris got enough courage to look him up and down.

Alec looked even better than the last time he had seen him. Not too bulky, a slim frame with strongly defined muscles. His chest and arm muscles moved gracefully under his tanned skin as he dried his hair. The moving stopped and Chris looked up, catching the sly smile in Alec’s eyes.

“Very well, I see.” The guy grinned. “I’m Alec.”

“I’m Chris. You’re Travis’ sparring partner, right?” Chris acted like he didn’t know much about him, though he probably knew more about Alec than he himself did.

“Yeah. How do you know him? You don’t seem like the type he normally hangs out with.” Alec walked into the room a bit further, one towel now fastened around his huge bundle of dreadlocks and the other still around his well-defined hips.

“We went to the same school.” Huge understatement, but Chris knew that there were parts of himself that Travis would rather not talk about. His past before he awoke as a vampire was one of them.

“Cool. So what do you think about the rest of the house, have you met them yet?”

“They seem nice, especially Jasper.” Chris grinned.

Alec reflected that same grin. “Nice doesn’t really cut it with him, but he is okay. He’s a good guy under all that scary muscle.”

“Good to know.” Chris looked away from Alec, trying to keep himself under control and not pull the towel off of him.

“Hey, um, I’m getting dressed. Do you wanna go to the party downstairs after? They seem to be having a great time.” Alec turned around and Chris got a good look at his back before he found his voice.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll join you.”

“Great, I’ll be back in a bit then.” Alec shot him one last glance over his shoulder before he closed the door behind him.

Chris sighed. Damn, Alec was even sexier than he remembered. Chris didn’t get why Travis didn’t want him—Alec was way hotter than that Nick Travis was dating now.

Kia Zi Shiru is a Dutch girl who did her bachelor studying English and Creative Writing in the UK but has now returned to the Netherlands to do her masters. Amongst her interests she finds writing, reading, doing research and learning different languages (including but not limited to: English, Dutch, French, German, HTML, Java, PHP and Assembly). Her writing and reading habits include books with Young Adults, gay themes, strong female or minority characters and fantasy elements (more often than not all at the same time).

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Sunday, August 25, 2013

Need voters! I'm in a poetry contest!

Okay... so I'm part of the MM Romance group on Goodreads. If you're not a member, you should be! They have an annual free read program I took part in this year with Needing You. My short story, When I Saw You, comes out very soon for this event!! Plus, you could easily have over a million words in free fiction if you check out their download site, and they still have more of the 189 stories to post! I've read a ton of the stories, almost all of them, and some of them are phenomenal. (Today's is an intriguing 50k fantasy... free to read!)

Okay, so back on track, so the group just had their big anniversary event. I took part in a bunch of the contests including ... a poetry contest! Okay, so I did a few. However, only one of my poem's won a prize, a nursery rhyme based off Peter Piper I titled 'Blushing Bobby'. Read on if you want to find out where he's blushing!  ;)

Bobby Button bared a blushing butt at Billy's bacchanal banquet.
At Billy's bacchanal banquet a blushing butt did Bobby Button bare.
But before Bobby Button blissfully bared his blushing butt,
Who boldly blazoned the blush on Bobby Button's butt?

Okay, so what I need from you!If you don't mind, and you're a member of the group (or my enticement of 189 free stories has tempted you to sign up) and you like my nursery rhyme... head on over to the Poetry Contest Grand Prize Poll topic and vote for my story by clicking on it.


Friday, August 23, 2013

eBook Review: Ben by Toni Griffin

Ben (The Atherton Pack #2)Ben by Toni Griffin
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I became a friend of Toni Griffin's Mates stories which led me to the Atherton Pack. I enjoyed Liam's story and had high hopes for Ben. They're good fluff pieces, for the most part, with a trope that I enjoy. A needy sub type, a dominant wolf who just wants to protect them...

After Liam's story being a bit more complicated, I thought that perhaps Ben would be a continuation of that theme. The first half of the story was all about Tommy recovering from the abuse at the hands of his former alpha. We got to know a few more of the other wolves in another poker match too. It was pretty obvious that the author was setting that section up to introduce the next couple.

In Ben, the author explored the wolf's version of mpreg a little bit more. It's still not very well explained, though, and that is a common failing I see with mpreg stories. I'd like to know more of the mechanics that keep getting glossed over.

The author did do a good job in continuing the underlying villain plot thread by bringing in the mate of the bad alpha from Liam. I really wish that element of the story had been more fleshed out. The emails were mentioned just before the attack again so we know exactly what is going to happen too. When it came to the actual attack, they catch Sonja right away, then kill her. Still, it all fit in together, if just a little too neatly.

Still, I enjoyed the story. I don't know that I'll continue with the series though, unless the latter stories get a lot more sophisticated.

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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Wednesday Brief: Take Flight Part 6

Hi again! Welcome back to the Wednesday Briefer's flash fiction day. There is quite a few authors taking part this week too! As usual, the goal is to write a 500 to 1000 word flash story/update based on prompts sent from the lovely and ever dependable Julie Hayes.

So, this week we have another installment of Birch and Sayer's story. The prompt I chose was "crazy in love..." and I hope you liked it.
Take Flight Part 6

“Fuck!” His leg barely moved as Birch tried to jerk away from Sayer.


His stomach heaved. Birch swallowed desperately but the pain was too much. Bile rose, and he vomited sideways. His eyes slammed shut when his stomach rebelled against his control; seeing it was always worse.

This is not what he wanted to do when he saw Sayer again. Humiliation rivaled the taste in his mouth for bitterness. Now he’d ruined the bed and made a disgusting mess.

Birch flopped onto his back. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. His heart was thumping hard, and he could feel it through his whole body. He was afraid to move in case he got sick again.

“It’s okay.”

“How can you say that?” Birch opened his eyes. “The bed is a me—”

There was nothing there. The acrid taste in his mouth and the pain in his chest and stomach proved he’d just thrown up, but the mess he expected wasn’t there. Sayer was sitting on the edge of the bed, his arms extended.

A breeze swept through the room and, in a bizarre and sickening sight, Birch watched as the vomit flew across the room and out a door.

“There, all gone.”

“That was surreal.” Birch stared at Sayer.

“I told you I am fae. Some of the stories you used to read are true, some aren’t. We’ll have plenty of time to talk about that later, Birch. I’m sorry if you feel like I’m forcing you into this, but I can’t have you hurt. Please let me help you.”

Birch shook his head, then moaned at the pain lancing through his temples. “Take me to a hospital. People break legs all the time. They’ll put me in a cast and give me some meds.” He looked around suddenly. The pain must be making him stupid. “Where are we?”

Sayer took a deep breath. “I brought you to my home. This is not the Earth you know.”

“This is not the Earth I know,” Birch repeated. “Seriously?” The nausea and pain were not going away, if anything they were growing, and Birch was damn tired of Sayer’s mysterious crap.

“What do I have to do to get you to take me home?” He rubbed his palm against his forehead, desperate for everything to go away.

Sayer sighed. “We have to exchange souls. That’s not why I want you to do this, though. Damn it, Birch, I love you! I always have!”

“You have a fine fucking way of showing it, disappearing like that,” Birch snapped. “I’ve been alone, Sayer.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “If there had been any other way ….”

His voice trailed off under Birch’s stare. The taller man was still strong but his face had an angularity he’d never seen before. Everything about him was sharper, more vivid. Birch could have chalked that up to growing up, but not the wings. No … the wings he could not explain.

Even that changed face couldn’t hide the pain Sayer was in too, even if it wasn’t physical. His hands shook, until he noticed Birch looking at them, and then he clenched them into fists and tucked them against his thighs.

“Please, Birch. You are my beloved. We belong together. Everyone thinks I’m crazy, for letting you grow up in the human Earth, for leaving you at college alone … for believing you are my beloved in the first place. It is unheard of for a ruler of the fae to share souls with a human.

“But I don’t care,” Sayer said fiercely. He slid down to his knees beside the bed, reaching for Birch’s hand. “I am crazy in love with you. I will spend all our long life together making this up to you. Just … say you love me too.”

Sayer was sincere. Birch knew that. There was a hole inside that could only be filled by this man and four years of trying to fill it with someone or something else had proved it. He was tired of hurting.

“If we do this … If,” Birch said, “I do this soul exchange, what does that mean for me as a human?”

“What do you mean?” Sayer’s hand tightened on his.

“Will I become fae?” He had no real idea what Sayer really was yet either and that was scary too.

“No. To be honest, though, I’m not sure of what exactly happens. It has been a long time since someone who exchanged souls with a human found them as an adult. Usually they are brought over as infants; living here brings its own changes.”

“So you don’t really know?” Birch slumped against the soft pillows under his head.

“I’m sorry,” Sayer said. “But Haverlseen cannot help you until we do this. Please, Birch.”


Sayer waited. His beloved was pale, two spots of color high on his cheeks the only sign left of Birch’s temper. Sayer rubbed his thumb over the rough hand he held cradled in his.

“I’ll do anything,” he said.

“Do I have to stay here?”

Sayer’s heart froze. “You want to leave me? Even if we do the exchange?” Sayer’s voice shook.

Birch opened his eyes. “No, I’m not saying that, but I have a job back home and it’s something I love. I worked hard for my degree. You lived in the human Earth before,” he paused, giving his head a little shake and then winced, “so why can’t we go back?”

“It’s not that simple. That is why I wasn’t there, part of the reason anyway, when you went to college. We lost my parents and I am now the ruler of the fae. I cannot just leave.”

“So I’ll be stuck here?”

Sayer took a deep breath. “We could work out a compromise.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“I’d do anything for you.”

Birch’s mouth stretched into a small smirk. “That’s right, you’re crazy in love with me.”

Sayer groaned. “I knew that was going to come back to bite me in the ass.”


Now on to the others! Chop, chop!! *grins*


Tuesday, August 20, 2013

The Ranch Foreman Contest Winner!

And the winner of the lovely gift, a free copy of The Ranch Foreman by Rob Colton, is ...
Rob will be contacting you in regards to your eBook copy. For those who didn't win, you can follow the links below to pick up your copy!

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Contest Today! Win a copy of Rob Colton's 'The Ranch Foreman'.

I want to welcome Rob Colton to my blog. I subjected him to another one of my odd interviews--so much fun, lol. We get a peek at his new eBook, The Ranch Foreman … and there’s a contest for one commenter to win a copy!

Are you a person who makes their bed in the morning, or do you not see much point?

I don’t really see much point in making the bed. I hate getting up in the morning. I kinda just yank the covers back when I get up…

What are you wearing? (You gotta tell the truth now! *smirks*)

Oh man. As I type this, I am currently wearing a plain white T-shirt and green boxer shorts.

So, I know you’re recently married (congrats!!) but have been your partner for a long time. Does he help you with your writing processes at all?

He doesn’t really help directly. Sometimes he throws out ideas, but he generally just lets me do my thing. But knowing that he supports me and is proud of me helps immensely.

Do you have any writing rituals?

Not really. I’m kind of all over the place. The way I have things set up, I can write from anywhere: the PC at my desk, my laptop, or even my iPad.

What do you do if you get writer’s block? Does any other media help you, like music or TV, as inspiration or distraction?

Usually I have to get up from my computer and take a break. Sometimes I walk around while running things around my head, or maybe I’ll crawl into bed, get under the covers and let my mind wander.

Where did you get the inspiration for this book? Imagination or something from real life?

To be honest, I got the inspiration from a picture of a burly cowboy holding his hat in a very strategic position. That provided the initial inspiration for the character of Baxter and from that point, I worked out the plot of the story in my head.

If your book were made into a movie, who would you picture playing the leads?

Wow, this is a tough one! But such a good question. I think someone like Ryan Kwanten would be a good Matty. He’s at that stage where he is growing out of his ‘twinkness’ like Matty. Baxter is a lot harder for me to choose. If I had to narrow it down, I would pick someone like Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

What’s been the biggest challenge with publishing so far for you?

I think the biggest challenge has been overcoming my fears and diving in head first. I’ve had a lot of support along the way, from both my fans and from fellow authors who’ve been down the same road as me.

Big question, since you have legions of fans of all your stories … what’s next?

I’ve submitted a second book to Dreamspinner Press, a paranormal romance. It is scheduled to release in February/March of 2014.

I also have “The Cassini Mission” (the follow-up to “The Degan Incident”) coming to’s premium site, to be followed by an ebook and paperback release.

And one more about you … tube socks, ankle socks, or no socks at all?

I prefer to go barefoot with no socks, but when I have to wear them, I choose ankle socks.

LOL! Thanks for putting up with another of my wacky interviews and visiting my blog! Now that we’ve gotten to know more about you, and your eBook, it’s time to share a little bit extra and… tell everyone about your contest!
First, the contest. Leave Rob a comment and your email ... and your entered to win! It's that easy! We'll have his post up today and tomorrow, and the winner will be announced on Tuesday the 20th.



When Madison “Matty” Ward finds himself out of work and without a place to live, his cousin comes through with a job on the Gates cattle ranch. Despite not knowing anything about herding cattle or taking care of horses, Matty does his best to impress the older hunky foreman, Baxter Hollingsworth. Baxter is drawn to the new young hand, but he’s deeply closeted, and after an openly gay veterinarian shows he’s interested in Matty, Baxter’s repressed feelings lead to an explosive encounter. Baxter then withdraws—leaving Matty feeling angry and used—until an accident forces him to confront his fears.

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As soon as Brian parked his truck, Matty got out and looked around at what would be his new home.

The air was crisp and clean, and the stars sparkled bright in the clear night sky. It was so quiet that it was a little disconcerting. But there was something about the peacefulness that appealed to Matty.

A pair of shepherd dogs ran through the yard, playfully chasing each other. Matty stopped and watched them for a moment until they ran far enough away that their bodies melded with the darkness.

Floodlights lit up the area where Brian had parked the truck, alongside several other vehicles to the side of a long two-story structure. A golden glow beckoned him toward the homey front porch where comfortable chairs and rockers sat. Matty could easily imagine himself sitting for a spell to enjoy the clean country air. In addition to the long house, there was a big two-story farmhouse with a big wraparound porch, where he assumed the owners lived. The horse stable was a large red barn, and past that was a big equipment shed. Farther back on the property, Matty could see the window lights of what looked like a small log cabin.

Matty smelled what he assumed was the cattle in the distance, though he couldn’t really see them in the dark.

“This is the bunkhouse,” Brian said, tipping his chin toward the long building. “That’s where I stay. You’ll get your own room there, too.”


Matty turned toward the sound of a woman’s voice. A man and a woman were standing on the big house’s porch, waiting for the two cousins. They looked to be in their sixties, and Matty assumed they were the ranch’s owners, the Gateses. The woman had friendly eyes and was all smiles as she waved. She wore very little makeup, but every strand of her graying hair was set perfectly in place. Mrs. Gates’s grandmotherly appearance immediately put Matty at ease, and he smiled and waved back.

Her husband stood at her side, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. His square jaw and dimpled chin were dusted with a salt-and-pepper five-o’clock shadow that gave him a rugged look. Despite the hard-looking face, the older cowboy wore a welcoming expression. As Matty and Brian approached, he pulled his hat off, exposing thinning hair that matched the coloring of his stubble.

“C’mon, cuz,” Brian said, slapping Matty on the back. “Let me introduce you.” He led Matty to the porch. “Fred and Ethel Gates, this is my cousin, Madison Ward. He goes by Matty.”

Matty smiled to himself. Fred and Ethel. How cute.

“I’m Matt,” Matty corrected. “It’s nice to meet you, sir, ma’am. Thank you so much for the opportunity.” Matty shook both of their hands.

“Aw, now don’t you worry about that, Matty,” Ethel said. “Why don’t you come on inside and I’ll fix you a snack? You must be famished after that bus ride.”

“I don’t want to put you to any trouble,” Matty said, glancing toward Brian.

Fred chuckled. “Matty, son, you don’t want to start your time here by turning down Miss Ethel.”

Matty widened his eyes. “I didn’t mean any disrespect, sir.”

Ethel shot her husband a look. “Hush, you.” She linked her arm around Matty’s and escorted him inside.

Matty cleared his throat and smiled at the woman. “I still want to thank you for giving me the opportunity. I promise I won’t let you down.”

She waved her free hand, dismissing Matty’s words. “You’re family. That’s what we do.”


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Saturday, August 17, 2013

Poetry... From Me!

I've been a member of the MM Romance Group on Goodreads for a while. I had one novella already go out in their Love Has No Boundaries event this year, and a 2nd short story will be coming out soon! However, it's on hold for their Anniversary Event! It's huge, there are fun games and TONS of prizes too. You know me, I love free, and I read a lot so I am doing pretty good.

Well, for fun I also wrote a poem! Last year I actually won a common letter poem contest with a letter F poem about flogging. I'll probably do other poems this event, but today I did a nursery rhyme (it's fun to turn something nice into something naughty, lol) about marriage. And sex. Cause yeah... :P

Marriage Make-Up

Married long years, silly willy, sex for any night
To spice it up, silly willy, we pick a fight
Our balls are full, silly willy, our balls are blue
Cock ring’s still on, silly willy, sassing we’ll rue
He says we’ll live, silly willy, with that evil smirk
To get release, silly willy, we’ll have to work
Revenge so sweet, silly willy, ours to be had
When cuffs come off, silly willy, we’ll be so bad
His eyes flare wide, silly willy, when over he goes
Tease up and down, silly willy, this move he knows
Around him we wrap, silly willy, ring number two
Hours we’ll play, silly willy, our love so true

Friday, August 16, 2013

My Review: In His Command by Rie Warren

In His Command (Don't Tell, #1)In His Command by Rie Warren
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

In His Command is a hard book for me to review. Post-apocalyptic fiction is on the rise and anti-homosexual views aren't exactly new in that scenario, easily leading to an overdone and predictable plot. Yet that was the lynch pin of this entire story. It didn't stand out enough to interest me and the elements of the plot that related to the action were so spaced out that I grew bored in the middle of the book, almost making this a dnf.

I think that both main characters were well fleshed out. We got to see exactly why Caspar and Nathaniel are who they are. The backstory was revealed piece by piece, when it was relevant, and provided by the characters--not the author in narration--so I really liked that aspect of the author's writing. Still ... I didn't really feel for either character and their romance wasn't enough to pull me in either.

The biggest issue I faced reading this story was boredom. If I hadn't been reading his for the purpose of reviewing it, I'd have quit reading during the scenes at the nomad camp. The internal monologues Caspar kept having, his indecision, the overly flowery language and writing ... it felt completely out of character. I rolled my eyes several times in disgust at his teenage girliness that seemed to go on and on.

So, my thoughts overall? It was okay, and I finished it. If this story was about half the length, and a lot of the sex and internal drama were removed, I'd have liked it a lot more.

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