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Night Kiss by E.T. Malinowski

Night Kiss

E.T. Malinowski has a new queer paranormal book out: Night Kiss.

Bam Kiseu Interview

Since returning home to Seoul from their world tour, Bam Kiseu has been very busy with filming a new video, fan meets, individual appearances and spokesmodel engagements. Despite such a hectic schedule, they put together something special for their hometown fans; a spring concert. I was able to sit down with Bam Kiseu today in the hopes of giving you a bit more insight into the men who make up the group, Cheongul, HanYin, and Ki-tae, and maybe even a sneak peek at what’s in store for tonight’s performance. 

  1. Bam Kiseu is huge in the pop genre, did you ever expect to be one of the biggest bands in Korea?

Cheongul: No, not in the least.

HanYin: We hoped to be successful, sure, but this was more than what we expected.

Ki-tae: Maybe for you two.

Cheongul and HanYin glare at Ki-tae but there doesn’t seem to be any heat in it. He just smirks back. There is a camaraderie between the three of them, a closeness that is stronger than I’ve seen with other groups, even those who have reached the ten-year mark. It’s as if these three have been together so much longer than they have.

  1. Are you dating anyone?

Of the three of them, I certainly didn’t expect Cheongul to blush and duck his head. HanYin’s smile is bright and happy. Even Ki-tae’s expression is more genuine and less professional idol. It seems they each have someone in their lives. 

Cheongul: Yes

HanYin: I am.

Ki-tae: We all are.

To say I wasn’t curious would be a lie. 

Anyone we know?

Cheongul is the only one to respond.

Cheongul: No. 

I can tell I’m not going to get any more out of them. We’ll just have to keep a close eye on them to see who is by their side the most, dear readers. It seems three lucky individuals have captured the hearts of Bam Kiseu. 

  1. What do you enjoy most about the industry?

They look at each other for a few moments, almost as if in silent communication. Then they nod and turnback to me. 

Cheongul: Being able to share our music with our fans.

HanYin: Being able to perform it for our fans around the world.

Ki-tae: Helping to inspire the next generation of idols, to encourage them to keep reaching for their dreams and never stop.

Do they truly mean these words? I like to think so. Bam Kiseu’s music touches a lot of people. If it didn’t, they wouldn’t have so many fans. 

  1. When, if ever, do you regret being famous?

This question earns some wry chuckles. We all know there are aspects of being an idol that aren’t so great. I have to wonder what parts of being idols bother them.

Cheongul: When I go shopping, especially if it’s for my home studio. I love our fans, but it can be a pain if I’m trying to replace a piece of equipment and keep having to stop to take photos or give autographs.

HanYin: Being chased through the airports. I don’t like flying to begin with and when we land, I just want to get home, but the fans seem to know our flight schedules better than we do and it gets really crowded. It’s hard to keep smiling when you’

Ki-tae: I guess it depends on where we are. There are some places where we’re not instantly recognized and so some everyday activities are easier to do. I mean when we were in America, I could run out for something small and I think I was recognized a handful of times. When I’m home, I can’t step outside my door without a crowd. We love our fans. We just need some space to breathe every now and then. 

  1. HanYin-ssi, you’re known for bringing food to the set when shooting a video or commercial, how did that start and why?

HanYin: All of our production teams work really hard. Some of them even skip meals to continue working. When we were shooting our first music video, one of our technicians collapsed and had to be taken to the hospital. I didn’t like that, so I started bringing food to the set to make sure everyone had something to eat. People can’t do their best if their hungry or tired, so I make sure they are neither.

Ki-tae: He’s a bit of a mother hen. 

HanYin pokes Ki-tae in the side for that comment causing him to laugh and squirm away Cheongul just shakes his head as he watches them, a disapproving older brother.

  1. Many idols have lyricists during the beginning and sometimes through most of their careers, yet, you seem to write all your own music. Why is that?

Cheongul: BLE has always believed in encouraging the creativity of its idols. As trainees we were taught the fundamentals of songwriting as part of our lessons. Sometimes, it’s a matter of skill and sometimes, it’s a matter of getting pleasure from writing a song. Not everyone enjoys it, we do. 

HanYin: I agree. I’m always bringing new songs into the studio and making these two listen to them, but I’m not nearly as bad as Ki-tae-ya. I’ve gotten calls at 4 a.m. demanding that I listen to a melody or beat, or even an entire verse and give feedback.

Ki-tae: I’m not that bad. 

His pout is absolutely adorable but it doesn’t seem to work on HanYin and Cheongul at all.

Cheongul, HanYin: You are, too.

Cheongul: He writes all the time and when he gets in that mode, he doesn’t pay attention to the time before calling us to listen to what he’s done.

HanYin: He also has a tendency to not sleep or eat.

Ki-tae: I can’t argue, really. I do write a lot. I’ve been known to bring twenty new songs into the studio after a single day off. 

I can’t help but stare at Ki-tae so, of course, I catch the blush on his face. He’s embarrassed by this fact about himself. I, on the other hand, am very impressed. 20 songs… in a day?

  1. How do you determine which songs to put on an album?

Cheongul: Usually by a common theme.

HanYin: Sometimes, there’s a shared element in the beat or the melody.

Ki-tae: Occasionally, it’s all three. We’ll go through all of the songs and see which ones just sort of fit together. Other times, we’ll plan the songs out to mesh together, like we did with Call the Dragon, Phoenix Rising, and Tiger’s Pride. There’s a fourth one to that set, but we haven’t gotten beyond the title, yet; Turtle’s Patience. We’re planning on writing that one for the next album.

HanYin: We’ll listen to the songs individually, tweak them, play around with the beats, that sort of thing, until we all agree it works and then we record it.

Cheongul: It’s always a group effort.

 

  1. Would you want to do this again?

Ki-tae: This interview? Sure.

He’s such a smart aleck.

Cheongul: She means be an idol, baka.

Ki-tae: I knew that, just teasing. Cheongul-a is too serious sometimes. We have to keep him on his toes. 

HanYin: Ignore them. They do this all the time. I don’t think any of us would say no to being idols again. I mean we are who we are. For all the things that make us crazy, there are more that make us happy. 

While HanYin is speaking, Ki-tae sticks his tongue out at Cheongul. I’ve never seen retribution promised in a look until now. I have no doubt Ki-tae is due for some payback when Cheongul gets him alone. Ki-tae went from serious idol to mischievous boy and back in the blink of an eye, but Cheongul stayed professional. Yet, I’ve seen clips and videos of him being just as silly as the other two. I wonder what gets him to loosen up?

  1. What do you feel is the best song you’ve recorded?

They do that silent communication again. It’s almost eerie.

Cheongul: Collectively, we like Crossing Time. 

HanYin: It’s about love lasting an eternity.

Ki-tae: It’s about continuing to search for that love until you find it no matter how long it takes. Everyone searches for love, right? Some people give up. Others don’t. Crossing Time is about not giving up.

  1. What genre of music would you like to explore together as a group?

Cheongul: I’d like to do more with the rock/pop combination, maybe incorporate more rap elements.

HanYin: I like that idea. I’d like us try more in the folk genre, give it a pop twist, maybe. I like some of the ballads and traditional folk music.

Ki-tae: I think even as a tenor you did well with the growl in Call the Dragon. We all had that vocal training and with more practice and maybe working with someone who sings in that style frequently, we could put something together. I like the idea of working in more rock elements. The beat drops can blend with a tight guitar riff. As far as the folk music, I think we could take some traditional music and include some EDM elements, perhaps take some myths and legends, and turn them into songs, tell traditional stories through music. That’d be cool. It’s not so much a musical genre, but it would be interesting to play with.

And just like that, I see them become immersed in the creative process, playing ideas off each other in these few brief moments. It gives me just a glimpse of what it must be like when they’re in the studio together. They seem to mesh so well together.

 

  1. We’ve heard how the Bam Kiseu sound has changed, has the band dynamic changed? If so, how?

Cheongul: I don’t think it has, not really. We still make decisions as a group and we’re still happy with how things are working.

Ki-tae: It’s a case of why change what works?

HanYin: Me neither. I think we still function the same now as we did in the beginning. I mean Cheongul-a is still the leader and we let him because he’s, honestly, the most responsible one of us. 

That earns a smile from Cheongul and there’s no denying he is the most… sober of the three of them. It’s not hard to picture him as the most responsible one of the group.

  1. There have never been any rumors about contention between you three, do you guys ever argue?

Cheongul: Yeah, we have arguments, especially when Ki-tae-ya is being a pain in the… studio, making us sing the same segment over and over, and over a million times.

Ki-tae: Or when Cheongul-a is being stubborn and won’t sing like I know he can.

HanYin: And then I have to throw them both out to cool off before I lock them in separate closets and finish the tracks myself. Once we’ve all calmed down, we come back into the studio and everyone gets a chance to talk. Once we’re done talking, we try again. Eventually, we get over it because, in the end, this is our job and we love it.

Again, I see the camaraderie between them. They may fight, but it doesn’t change the closeness between them. 

  1. How different are your stage personas from who you are as individuals?

HanYin: Cheongul-a is more talkative onstage! And he smiles more. 

Cheongul: That’s because I have to worry about you two more offstage than on!

Ki-tae: No, you just really love being onstage as much as we do. Sometimes, he’s just really intense no matter where he is. HanYin-a is more… boyish offstage, more playful. Onstage, he’s all serious and sexy. The fangirls and boys eat it up.

HanYin: Ki-tae-ya doesn’t change much from one to the other. He’s like this most of the time! He’s a big flirt on or off the stage!

Ki-tae: You’re a monk!

HanYin: I am not, I’m selective!

Ki-tae: Monk!

HanYin pounces on Ki-tae, putting him in a headlock. The two of them are known for their wrestling around. Cheongul just heaves a sigh.

Cheongul: See what I have to put up with? They’re always like this before a concert.

Fortunately, it doesn’t take long for HanYin and Ki-tae to settle down. Our time is almost up so I just have one more question to ask.

  1. What’s next for Bam Kiseu?

Cheongul: We have tonight’s spring concert. It’s going to be a lot of fun.

HanYin: We plan on mixing it up a bit with some old stuff and some new tracks. 

Ki-tae: And some new takes on some old tracks. 

Cheongul: We also plan on releasing an album soon which will probably be a compilation of the songs performed tonight.

Ki-tae: Tonight’s show should prove to be unforgettable.

I have to say it was fun talking with Bam Kiseu and seeing the way they interact with each other in person. They’re always playful when I see them onstage and very professional when being interviewed on TV. I thought I would get the same when I sat down with them, but they seemed very laid back and relaxed. I look forward to tonight’s concert. See you there!

Blurb:

What could be frightening enough to freeze the blood of a centuries-old Vampire turned K-pop idol?

Being bound to someone.

University student Cheong Jin-woo dreams of working in the arts, especially for BL Entertainment and his favorite band, Bam Kiseu. After seeing the band perform, Jin-woo separates from his friends to explore. What he discovers backstage will change his life.

Does he embrace it or run?

Jung Ki-tae has kept his secret for centuries—until a young fan interrupts his feeding. Even more disturbing is the instant bond Ki-tae feels with Jin-woo—a complication he refuses to allow. Yet resisting becomes increasingly difficult as Jin-woo and a group of students win the chance to make a video for the band, working closely with them for weeks. The obsession Ki-tae felt toward Jin-woo—even before tasting his blood—deepens into genuine feelings, feelings that terrify Ki-tae. But when he finds a way to break the bond, he’s torn between severing the connection and protecting Jin-woo….

Especially with a mysterious killer getting closer.

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Jin-woo was late and Min-su was going to kill him, but if he hadn’t gone back to the studio, they wouldn’t have their visuals, and then she would have killed him slowly. He’d had to scramble to find someone with the keys, too, forcing him to miss all the other presentations. He never realized how hard it was to find maintenance personnel on a campus this size. When he finally reached Min-su, she looked scared as hell.

“What?” he asked. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Um, I… I can’t breathe. I really… can’t.” Min-su puffed out her cheeks and fanned her face. “I didn’t…. If I had known, I would have chosen a different outfit. I would have done my hair, and my makeup is just…. Dammit. Why didn’t anyone tell me they were going to be here?”

“What the heck is she talking about, Jong-in-a?” Jin-woo demanded.

“We’re not just presenting to Park Soon-joon hyung,” Jong-in said quietly.

“Of course we aren’t. Seonsaengnim is there as well,” Jin-woo said. “This isn’t new.”

“It’s…. We’re…. Jin-woo-ya, Bam Kiseu is in that room!” Min-su said, grabbing him by his vest and shaking him back and forth. “HanYin oppa is in that room! Ki-tae oppa is in that room! Cheongul oppa is in that room!”

Jin-woo did the only thing he could think of. He slapped her.

Min-su stumbled back a few steps and just stared at him. Then she narrowed her eyes and came at him.

Jin-woo threw up his hands in defense of the punch coming his way.

“I’m sorry!” But it never landed. He peeked with one eye. Min-su looked completely calm.

“Thank you,” she said with a sigh. “I was losing my shit, and that’s not acceptable.”

“You’re good?” Jin-woo said.

“I’m good.”

“Good,” Jin-woo said as he began to shake. “I’m going to pass out now.”

And he did just that.

Jin-woo didn’t remember hitting the floor, but he figured that must have happened, as he was staring up at the ceiling with Min-su slapping his face and Jong-in looking terribly concerned. He caught Min-su’s wrist and held her hand to his face for a few moments, closing his eyes once more.

“No, you cannot pass out on us again. We’re up next, Jin-woo-ya!” Min-su said, an edge of desperation in her voice.

“I’m not going to pass out again. I just wanted you to stop slapping me and calm down,” he said. Then he slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head. He looked at Jong-in and teased, “You couldn’t have caught me?”

“Nope, Min-su-ya was in the way.”

“Hey, this is not my fault,” she said, putting her hands on her hips.

“Well, you were shaking Jin-woo-ya pretty hard,” Jong-in pointed out. “There’s no need to panic. They’re people, just like us.”

No, not just like us, Jin-woo thought but wisely kept the words to himself.

Author Bio

An avid reader, E.T. finds inspiration in all her favorite genres, from mainstream romance by her favorite authors to Japanese manga and anime. To her, even the classic fairytales hold that spark of motivation and if there is one thing she has learned from her many years of writing solely for herself, it’s this: never deny the Muse, she gets cranky and pulls out the bullwhip. E.T. Malinowski is the youngest of seven girls. It was her love of reading that eventually led her to attempt writing. From there, a passion was born.

She began writing romance in her early teens and, at that time, never dreamed of sharing her work with anyone. With the help of several dear friends, not to mention her ex-husband, she found the courage to take that last step towards publication. As the single mother of three rambunctious boys, finding time to write is a bit difficult. Yet E.T. manages to do it, even if it’s on break or lunch at a regular day job.

She has found her place in homoerotic romance. To her, love doesn’t recognize gender rel=”noopener”boundaries and is always special. An avid reader, E.T. finds inspiration in all her favorite genres, from mainstream romance by her favorite authors to Japanese manga and anime. To her, even the classic fairytales hold that spark of motivation and if there is one thing she has learned from her many years of writing solely for herself, it’s this: never deny the Muse, she gets cranky and pulls out the bullwhip.

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Worst Holiday Ever Romance Anthology

There’s a new holiday romance anthology out: Worst Holiday Ever.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year! OK—scratch that. It’s time for another obligatory family gathering. And nothing spices up the egg nog like bringing your partner home. Surely your belligerent brother-in law, your gimlet-eyed granny and your drunken uncle will keep it classy. With forced proximity and alcoholic beverages, what could possibly go wrong?

  • Decked Out by Eva Moore
  • A Perfect Fit by Adrienne Bell
  • Crazy Old Money by Kilby Blades
  • Stealing Christmas by Kari Lemor
  • Touched by Fate by Preslaysa Williams
  • Ringing in the Reefer by Marie Booth
  • The Thanksgiving Parade From Hell by R.L. Merrill
  • Thankful in Perdition by Erin St. Charles
  • Feliz Chanukah! by Meg Bellamy

This anthology is for readers who love any or all of the following: m/m, #ownvoices, plus-sized heroes, interracial/multicultural families, paranormal romance, contemporary romance, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Chanukah!

Warning: It is best to leave this one to the mature audiences. Note: Many of the stories in this anthology are not queer.

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From “The Thanksgiving Parade,” by R.L. Merrill
“You hardly ate anything.” Dalton rubbed Orrie’s back. He’d suggested the donuts because he knew Orrie would be too stressed out to eat.

“I don’t know why she insists on serving quiche at these things. Who the hell eats quiche, anyway?” Orrie picked at the spot on his finger.

Dalton shook his head. “Only old people. And hipsters.”

Orrie laughed humorlessly and leaned back in the seat. “You don’t have to do the boxes this weekend. I can do it tomorrow before I leave.”

“Forget it,” Dalton said as he started the car. “I get you to myself tomorrow until I take you to the airport, and I’m not losing a single minute of time with you.” He leaned over and kissed Orrie sweetly. “It’s been a long six weeks, baby.”

“Too long. I missed you.” Orrie closed his eyes and Dalton took that as a good sign. He hoped that meant Orrie would be able to relax at their next stop. Because he sure the hell wouldn’t.

Ahhhh, Casa de Bishop. The eternal bachelor pad. The house where Bishop men went to lick their wounds and drink. A lot. And today being Thanksgiving and the holy day of the pigskin, Dalton had prepared his defense. He just had to get past this next two hours, and then he and Orrie would move on to…his mom’s. Okay, make that the next four hours.

He pulled the car out of the pretentious neighborhood where Orrie’s grandmother lived and drove down the hill to the more blue-collar area of Castro Valley. It was a funny town in that way. You had these newer, expensive developments up in the hills and canyons, but a lot of old neighborhoods from the forties and fifties that remained affordable for the low- to middle-income folks in the East Bay.

Peter Bishop, Dalton’s father, lived in such a home, one he’d inherited from his parents. The boys had grown up there, and currently, Dalton’s brothers Terrence and Stanley lived there with him. Both had broken up with their significant others in the past year and now, with their divorced father, they lived the life of swingin’ singles. Dalton just hoped the house was in better shape than it had been the last time he was here.

“Hey, doll,” Orrie said, reaching for his leg. “I know how much you worry about them. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If you want to go…”

And that was just one of the many reasons Dalton loved this man more than anything. He looked over and Orrie was smiling at him in that way that made Dalton feel like any second he was going to be a weeping mess on the floor, but in a good way. Not in the way he’d grown up experiencing.

“I want to see them. I do. We’re supposed to be thankful on Thanksgiving, right?”

Orrie nodded, frowning. “You are the most thankful person I’ve ever known. You see the positive in everything. Sometimes to your own detriment.”

Dalton barked out a laugh and his eyes burned. He was tired of fretting over a situation that was never going to change.

Orrie got out of the car and walked around to Dalton’s door, which he promptly opened, pulling Dalton in for an embrace that felt more supportive than seductive, and yet it had both effects. Dalton may have been the one to pursue Orrie, but Orrie had seduced Dalton with his compassion as much as his passion, with his love as much as his loving.

“If you promise not to take any shit from your brothers, I’ll promise not to cause any bodily injury.”

Dalton snorted and dropped his forehead onto Orrie’s shoulder. “You know they’re going to give me shit, and I know you’re going to give it right back. Just don’t hit anyone this time. You don’t have that luxury, you know? You can’t afford any injuries.” He thought about Orrie picking at his finger and hoped it wouldn’t get worse as the day wore on.

Orrie sighed and kissed Dalton’s head. “I’m insured,” he said against Dalton’s hair. “If I happen to have an injury, they’ll find some other poor schmuck to play guitar for me. Shouldn’t be too hard. Any adolescent boy could play—”

“Stop it right there. You’re as full of shit as a Thanksgiving turkey.” Dalton put a finger against Orrie’s lips.

“I’m serious, baby. Please.”

Orrie laughed. “We have an audience. Should we give them a show?”

Orrie just loved to be demonstrative in front of Dalton’s brothers. They couldn’t contain their disgust, not so much because Dalton was gay, but because the thought of their oldest sibling being sexually active with anyone made them want to hurl. Since Dalton had been more of a father to Terrence and Stanley than dear old Dad, they tended to treat him that way.

“I’d say we should give them a show, but honestly, that’s not playing fair. If I want them to behave, I can’t exactly go sinking to their level.”

“So I shouldn’t fondle you right here?” Orrie slid his hand down Dalton’s chest.

Dalton winced and sucked in a breath.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.”

Dalton pressed his lips together firmly and pulled back from Orrie. “I’m fine. Really.” Was that my voice coming out sounding like a little girl’s?

Before Orrie could interrogate him, which would really ruin the surprise Dalton had worked so hard to make happen, Peter Bishop slammed open the front door.

“Hurry up, you two, before Terry burns the damn turkey!”

Dalton stared wide-eyed at Orrie. “Did he just say turkey?”

Orrie nodded, his brow furrowed once more. “Are your brother’s actually cooking?”

“Come on, you two. I gotta get in the backyard.”

The screen door slammed shut and Dalton jumped at the sound.

“Have your phone ready to call the fire department,” he said to Orrie as he sprinted up the walk. Dear God, don’t let those idiots burn the place down.

Author Bio

Eva Moore: As a young woman, Eva Moore loved nothing more than to dive into the pages of a book. She even met her husband while reading a romance novel. When the second baby came along though, she found she had little time for diving into anything but laundry. Missing her stories desperately, she began to make up her own. The stories she played with while she washed dishes and changed diapers demanded space on the page, and she was hooked. Winning Cherry Adair’s Finish The Damn Book Contest has propelled her career into high gear. Eva now lives in Silicon Valley, after moving around the world and back, with her college sweetheart, her three gorgeous girls, and a Shih Tzu who thinks he is a cat. She can be found most nights hiding in her closet-office, scribbling away, and loves to hear from the outside world.

http://www.4evamoore.com.

Kilby Blades: Kilby Blades is a fresh new voice in smart contemporary romantic fiction. A business executive by day, by night she writes dynamic characters into (and out of) tantalizingly complex predicaments. Critics laud her “feminist romance”, noting empowered heroines and multi-dimensional heroes who are staunch advocates for their partners, stepping back from their own spotlights in order to let their women shine. From dry wit in her angstier books to blatant humor in her lighter ones, her characters are resplendent in their witty repartee. All her stories, regardless of genre, serve up delicious dilemmas and never-before-seen plots. When she’s not writing, Kilby goes to movie matinees alone, where she eats Chocolate Pocky and buttered popcorn and usually smuggles in not-a-little-bit of red wine. Kilby is a mother, a social-justice fighter, and above all else, a glutton for a good story.

https://www.facebook.com/kilbybladesauthor/

Erin St. Charles: Erin grew up watching Star Trek and reading Barbara Cartland novels (don’t hate), wishing she could create something that brings her love of science fiction together with her love of romance. Still a romantic nerd at heart, she writes sensual, diverse stories that blend fantasy, adventure, and love.

https://www.twitter.com/erinwritesbwwm

https://www.facebook.com/erinstcharles/

Kari Lemor: Kari Lemor grew up as one of those kids who read all night under the covers.  Once she had her first glimpse of a romance novel at age 12, it was all over. Romance was in her blood. It would be many years before the stories that ran rampant in her head finally drove her to put words to paper, though. She wrote self-indulgently for the first few years and only recently began penning stories to share with others. She still writes stories that are self-indulgent but hopes others might get some enjoyment from them too.   Now that her children are all grown and have moved out, she uses her spare time to create stories of love and happily ever after romances where heroes ride to the rescue of damsels who have already saved themselves. She lives with her husband in a small town in New England dreaming of warmer weather.  But only if it’s near the ocean.

https://www.facebook.com/Karilemorauthor/

Adrienne Bell: Adrienne Bell is the author of over a dozen action-packed romances including the bestselling contemporary Second Service series and the new Exiles of the Realm paranormal series. She loves nothing more than writing quirky heroines with a knack for finding trouble and the hardheaded heroes who help them fight their way out of it. Adrienne lives with her husband and sons on the far edge of the San Francisco Bay Area where she spends her downtime reading, binge-watching nerdy television, and scrolling through Disneyland fan websites.

https://www.facebook.com/AdrienneBellAuthor/

Meg Bellamy: Along with her husband, her family and her books, language is Meg’s passion. In fact, by day she’s a mild-mannered language teacher. Currently, she teaches ESL (English as a Second Language) to international students, but in her early teaching days, her main subject was French. Though her French is a bit rusty these days, she figures a trip to France would help fix that. She’s also studied Russian, Spanish and Italian. This love of language spills over into her writing craft and appreciation for books — and travel! Meg also has to travel to see other family members in New Jersey — a mere continent away from Meg’s home in Northern California. Being a published member of the community of writers with her contemporary romances and women’s fiction is the fulfillment of one of Meg’s most cherished dreams. Her first release, Homecoming, was released October 19 — a week before her birthday — from The Wild Rose Press.

https://www.amazon.com/Meg-Bellamy/e/B00655VO1S

Marie Booth: Marie’s a Northern California girl with a love of all things artsy fartsy – as her brother says. A theatre and fantasy geek, she writes sexy paranormal romance and has a hot contemporary series releasing this year. You can contact Marie here:

http://www.mariebooth.com

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R.L. Merrill: Once upon a time… A teacher, tattoo collector, mom, and rock ‘n’ roll kinda gal opened up a doc and started purging her demons. Several self-published books and a debut from Dreamspinner Press later, with more tucked away in her evil lair, R.L. Merrill is still striving to find that perfect balance between real-life and happily ever after. You can find her lurking on social media where she loves connecting with readers, being a mom-taxi to two brilliant and busy kids, in the tattoo chair trying desperately to get that back piece finished, or headbanging at a rock show near her home in the San Francisco Bay Area! Stay Tuned for more Rock ‘n’ Romance.

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Ancient Bond by Dora Esquivel

 

 

Sometimes you need to fall on your knees to rise.

Centuries ago Lucien’s family and pack were slaughtered and betrayed by family. Lucien was then enslaved for five hundred years by the demon who killed his succubus mother.

One thousand years later his powers as Alpha and Incubus are growing. He is now ready to take his rightful place as Alpha Supreme, but first, he must claim a reluctant mate and escape from under the heel of his possessive Vampire master Sargon.

Lucien is a hybrid shifter in a world where being unpure is not tolerated. Lucien should have never been born. Enter a dark and savage paranormal world, where being weak is stamped out and exploited. Being dominant and unapologetic is key to survival.

Follow Lucien as he seeks vengeance against the uncle that betrayed him and the demon who enslaved him and murdered his mom. Where secrets, allies with hidden agendas, and political jousting determine the fates of many.

A dark, sensual, and paranormal fantasy series by new author Dora Esquivel.

Kimi’s thoughts:

As debut novels go, this was one offering I am glad I didn’t pass up. I picked this up via KindleUnlimited, which has been a fab way for me to try new authors (and to sate my hefty reading appetite without bankrupting us, haha).

This was definitely not your run of the mill shifter story. Esquivel took many of the tropes and stood them on their head, breathing new life into this popular genre. It’s not a light and fluffy romance, so if you need that, this is not going to be your cup of tea. Her characters were engaging and her prose sucked me in from the very first page. I ended up reading this in one sitting, luckily it’s a fairly fast read. Be warned though, there is a cliffhanger.

You can get it on Amazon, where it is in KindleUnlimited for those who read using the subscription service. 

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Sinister Hunger by Katze Snow

Vincent Hudson is a vampire hunter and his life is about to be ruined.

When a hunting trip ends in tragedy, he is forced to do the unthinkable—seek refuge in Sanctuary Hope, where each family must nominate a member to the city council. It is seemingly a minor price to pay in exchange for medical aid and refuge. But it is a dangerous trap, and unaware of the gut-wrenching reality, Vincent nominates himself.

Now a life of war awaits him. . . and captivity to a vampire master known as Maddox Caine.

This trilogy is for mature audiences only (18+) and contains scenes of graphic violence and high heat that will have you flustered and swiftly turning the pages. These books are dark, raw, gritty, and not for the faint-hearted. Please read with caution.

 

If you loved Dark Silence, you will adore this. It’s not a simple re-release with a new title and a new gorgeous cover (Jay Aheer’s art, is as always, stunning), but a complete re-write. All of the basic premises of the original release are here, but it is a new book with more scenes added. The writing  was good to begin with, but with experience comes maturation and Katze’s writing in this has definitely done so. It’s grittier, with some scenes that made even me catch my breath and sent delicious chills down my arms.

I can’t wait to read book 2 and will be reviewing it here, so watch this space!

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Cover Reveal! Lovespell by Mia Kerick

Title: Love Spell
Author: Mia Kerick
Re-Release Date: August 27th 2018
Published by: Ninestar Press
Genre: Young Adult, LGBT

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Having come to terms with being gay, Chance César is still uneasy with his gender identity, or, as he phrases it, “being stuck in the gray area between girl and boy.” This concern, however, doesn’t stop him from strutting his fabulous stuff on the catwalk in black patent leather pumps and a snug-in-all-the-right (wrong)-places orange tuxedo as the winner of this year’s Miss (ter) Harvest Moon Festival at the local Beans and Greens Farm’s annual fall celebration, serenaded by the enthusiastic catcalls of his BFF, Emily Benson. Although he refuses to visually fade into the background of his rural New Hampshire town, Chance is socially invisible—except when being tormented or beat up by familiar bullies. But when Chance, the Harvest Moon Festival’s mockingly-elected Pumpkin Pageant Queen, meets Jasper Donahue (Jazz), the legitimate winner of the Pumpkin Carving King contest, sparks fly. Chance wants to be noticed and admired and romantically embraced by Jazz, in all of his neon orange-haired glory.

And so at a sleepover, Chance and Emily conduct intense research on their laptop computers, and come up with an article in an online women’s magazine called “Ten Scientifically Proven Ways to Make a Man Fall in Love with You.” Along with a bonus love spell thrown in for good measure, it becomes the basis of their strategy to capture Jazz’s heart.

Quirky, comical, definitely “sickening” (this is a good thing), and with an inner core of poignancy, Love Spell celebrates the diversity of a gender-fluid teen.

 

What reviewers are saying about LOVE SPELL ~

“Kerick devotes most of the book to sassy fun and first-love desire, but her depiction of the loneliness caused by apathetic parents, the insecurity of extra pounds, the stress of college applications, the meanness of bullies, the importance of forgiveness, and especially the uneasiness of being “stuck in the gray area between girl and boy” make this novel thoroughly enjoyable. The book not only hits upon all manner of teenage angst, but also on the significance of true family values and on the joys of such simple pleasures as high–thread-count sheets, sharing homemade pizza, and playing card games instead of “head games” on a Friday night. The characters are memorable and the dialogue is consistently bright and believable, featuring authentic-sounding teenspeak. The author even defines Chance’s invented vocabulary words (such as “Randatorbs” and “Dooza-palooza”) in a back-of-the-book glossary for readers who can’t keep up.

A comical, thought-provoking YA novel for those who believe in the magic of love without all the hocus-pocus.” – Kirkus Reviews (2015)

 

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Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—a daughter in law school, another in dance school, a third studying at Mia’s alma mater, Boston College, and her lone son still in high school. She writes LGBTQ romance when not editing National Honor Society essays, offering opinions on college and law school applications, helping to create dance bios, and reviewing English papers. Her husband of twenty-four years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about this, as it is a sensitive subject.

Mia focuses her stories on emotional growth in turbulent relationships. As she has a great affinity for the tortured hero, there is, at minimum, one in each book. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with tales of said tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press and Harmony Ink Press for providing alternate places to stash her stories.

Her books have won a Best YA Lesbian Rainbow Award, a Reader Views’ Book by Book Publicity Literary Award, the Jack Eadon Award for Best Book in Contemporary Drama, an Indie Fab Award, and a Royal Dragonfly Award for Cultural Diversity, among other awards.

Mia is a Progressive, a little bit too obsessed by politics, and cheers for each and every victory in the name of human rights. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.

Contact Mia at [email protected]. Visit her website for updates on what is going on in Mia’s world, rants, music, parties, and pictures, and maybe even a little bit of inspiration.

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The
Messenger by TM Smith
The
Archangel trilogy book 1
Tentative release date August 31st 2018
 
 
For
centuries Gabriel, Michael and Lucifer have worked together, coexisting in the
same universe. Gabriel chooses to remain silent and secluded, preferring the
garden in the Hall of Souls. He dances beneath the Tree of Life, barefoot and
with reckless abandon…until the day he looks into the eyes of another angel and
sees the dreams he’s kept silent mirrored there.
 
Eons
have passed since the moment Michael came to be the general of the All Father’s
army in heaven, the protector of mankind. Michael has been in love with Lucifer
for as long as he can remember, their relationship second only to his bond with
the All Father. But lately, Michael has begun to notice cracks in the surface
of their love, sensing that his lover is not as angelic as he seems.
 
Lucifer
was the All Father’s first creation, the bringer of light, his Morning Star. He
has sat to the right of the throne every day since the dawn of time. Two things
were tasked to the Archangels from the start: put no other before the All
Father, and protect the humans he cherishes. Lucifer challenges both sacred
rules. He puts his love for Michael before his love for his creator, and he
questions his creator’s wisdom when it comes to the atrocities he has seen
committed by mankind.
 
One
will fall while two remain and grow stronger. A battle of wills is on the
horizon, and not only mankind, but the fate of all beings will hang in the
balance.
 
Add ‘The
Messenger’ to your Goodreads TBR shelf
 
 
 
Excerpt…
NOTE: this is an excerpt from a book that is still in the writing process and has yet to be edited.
 
Prologue… 
 
“Lu,
please, don’t do this.” Michael begged. Collapsing to his knees, he reached for
Lucifer’s face, only to have his hand knocked away. The look of love and
tenderness he’d once seen in the darker Angels silver eyes was gone, replaced
with anger and hatred, the normally shining orbs bleeding into a dull gray with
pulsing coal black slits.
 
“You
made your choice Michael.” Lucifer hissed, venom wrapped around each word he
growled between clenched teeth.
 
Standing,
the pissed off Angel shoved Michael aside, advancing on Gabriel. “You did
this!” Lucifer let his wings unfurl and the All Father gasped. An Angels wings
were liken to their limbs, an extension of their soul as much as bones and
skin. Lucifer’s normally black and silver marbled feathers loomed over him,
awash in a darkness that resembled brimstone and ash, the tips a dull, lifeless
gray that matched his now dead, slitted eyes.
 
In
a blur of movement that none of them expected, the dark Angel flew into the
air, spinning and knocking Gabriel off his feet with the suddenly massive
appendages jutting out of his shoulder blades. “I will destroy you Messenger.
Much like you’ve done to the love he once felt for me, only for me!”
 
“Enough!”
The All Father’s voice boomed, the heavens shaking, a brilliant white light
momentarily blinding all his Angels. Blinking, Gabriel stood and moved over to
where Michael sat crouched, staring up at Lucifer, confusion and pain dotting
his vibrant blue eyes. “Angel of light, my son and most trusted advisor, I beg
you to stop this madness. You know what the consequence will be.”
 
Lucifer
glared at the All Father, chest heaving, breathing labored, senselessly
fighting against the band of light wrapped around his middle like the sheath of
a knife. “Father, please don’t…” God raised his hand silencing Michael.
 
“I
am sorry, Michael, but he has made his choice which leaves me no alternative.”
The band around Lucifer tightened, the floor beneath him opening up, exposing
clouds of thunder and rain. “Star of the Morning, bringer of light, you are
stripped of your titles, your wings forfeit. You shall now be known as Satan,
the serpent, the prince of darkness.” Lucifer howled in agony as the strong
coal-black feathers were stripped away from his being. “I cast you out of
heaven and forbade your return.” The iridescent tears cascading down the All
Father’s cheeks formed a river beneath the writhing Angel.
 
Michael
cried out, turning and burying his face in Gabriel’s bronze robe, the silky
fabric soon soaked through with fresh, warm tears. He wrapped his arms around
Michael, shielding him from Lucifer’s violent, turbulent eyes. In the eons to
come, the slow passage of time he and Michael would face together, Gabriel
would always question his role in the events of that day. Could it have been
avoided? Of course it could have, but that would have meant walking away from
the Angel that he loved second only to the All Father.
 
 
He
asked himself for the millionth time as he held Michael’s head so he wouldn’t
see the clouds open up and swallow Lucifer, dragging him down to bowels of the
earth, face a mask of agony and pain, forever exiled to the pit and doomed to
watch over and judge only the evil of mankind… what have I done?

 

A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning
Georgia; TM Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. A Texas transplant,
she now calls DFW her home. Most days she can be found curled up with a good
book, or ticking away on her next novel.
 
Smith is a single mom of three disturbingly
outspoken and decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Besides her
writing, she is passionate about Autism advocacy and LGBT rights. Because,
seriously people, Love is Love!
 
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Level Up by Annabeth Albert Tour

 

 

Title:  LEVEL UP

Series: loosely related to the #gaymers series, but stands alone

Author: Annabeth Albert

Publisher: Annabeth Albert

Release Date: May 17, 2018

Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 40,000 words

Genre: Romance, contemporary m/m romance, gay romance, geeks, nerds, friends-to-lovers, gamers, gaymers

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Synopsis

 

Landon can’t believe he’s let himself

get roped into participating in a charity calendar, let alone one that features

tastefully photographed nudes. The genius physicist is hardly model material

and he’s dreading the nude part of the photoshoot. Amid his reluctance, the one

bright spot is his emails back and forth with the photographer.

 

However, Bailey ends up being not quite

what Landon expects, and their first meeting is decidedly awkward. Bailey’s

persistent though, and gradually Landon warms to the burly photographer, and

they discover they have a shared love of gamer culture.

 

A tentative friendship is born, but the

road from friends to lovers isn’t easy. Landon’s battling past trauma and must

decide how much of a risk he’s willing to take. A sexy connection may not be

enough to keep them together unless both are willing to put their hearts on the

line.

 

Approximately 40,000 words. Previously

released as part of the EXPOSED anthology, and loosely linked to the #Gaymers

universe, this friends-to-lovers, hurt/comfort story stands alone with a

guaranteed happy ending. Contains a brief mention of a prior assault, but no

on-screen violence or flashbacks.

 

Excerpt

 

LEVEL UP EXCERPT—This is their first

kiss, because I absolutely love writing first kiss scenes!

 

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Bailey was the type who moved a lot as

he gamed, biceps flexing, knees wiggling, shoulders jostling. Landon always

liked people who got so into gaming, but it was more than a little distracting.

His body was quickly coming to associate that orange scent of Bailey’s with

good things, and other parts of him apparently liked Bailey’s nearness, which

was a novelty because instead of intimidated, as he would have expected, he was

more than a little turned on.

 

“Oh man, that was a rush.” Bailey

laughed as both of their health meters dipped to zero. “I’m almost wishing I’d

gone into game art, not photography. Amazing how these graphics have held up

over the years.”

 

“Totally. And speaking of art, let me

find the Space Villager stuff.” Landon reluctantly stepped away from the game.

He headed to the nearby kitchen, where he was pretty the papers were buried

with a stack of mail. Paper control was not his strong suit. “You’ll go nuts at

the latest screen shots and promo teasers.”

 

“Cool.” Rather than follow Landon,

Bailey went to sit on the couch.

 

“You want a drink while I’m in here?”

Landon called to him after he found the papers under a pile of pizza ads. “I’ve

got four flavors of Snapple, soda, and water.”

 

“Surprise me with a Snapple flavor.”

Bailey looked right at home on Landon’s couch, lounging back.

 

He really did not look at all like any

photographer Landon had ever met, and curiosity had him asking, “So why

photography? You said you could have done game design?”

 

“Yeah, I had plenty of friends at the

art institute go that direction. But I’ve been in love with photography ever

since I worked on our middle school yearbook. I figured out quickly that taking

pictures of events and sports was far more fun than trying to do the sports

myself, so I did yearbook all through high school, got a photography scholarship

to the art institute in Portland.”

 

“So you don’t play a sport?” Landon had

a hard time believing that. With Bailey’s height and breadth, he totally looked

like he lived for weekend games of some type.

 

“Nope. Hopelessly uncoordinated.” Bailey

shot him an endearing smile when Landon handed him the bottle of tea.

 

“Me too.” Landon clinked bottles with

him, then held up the papers. “Found the codes. But can I show you some stuff

on the TV screen while you have your drink?”

 

“Absolutely.” Bailey took a long swig of

tea, and Landon had to look away before he got mesmerized by Bailey’s full

mouth, how it looked when his tongue chased a stray drop of moisture, how pink

it was in contrast to his paler skin and brown beard.

 

Landon queued up the pre-release trailer

Josiah had sent him a link to. Bombastic music filled his small living room as

on the screen, and a spaceship pulled in for a landing on a planet filled with

ruins of a once-powerful civilization. The narrator had an iconic voice and

detailed all the special features of the expansion pack. Landon had already

watched this a half-dozen times, and it still gave him happy chills.

 

“Wow. I can’t wait.” Bailey looked

suitably awed. “This is even cooler than when War Elf added the mystic raids.”

 

“I know, right? Now look at the in-game

screen shots.” He brought up another video, body relaxing more and more despite

Bailey’s nearness. It was just so awesome to have someone new to share this

with. He’d been hyped about this all week, but Pike was distracted by his

boyfriend Zack’s deployment, Savannah didn’t game much, and the rest of his

regular crew seemed to have other things occupying their attention.

 

Somehow, as he shared more video clips,

he drifted closer to Bailey, so that their knees were almost rubbing. It wasn’t

a giant couch, so there wasn’t a ton of room to move back, but even so, Landon

wasn’t looking for an escape. He was aware of Bailey, very much so, but not

nearly as freaked out as he’d been a few hours ago. Instead, his senses seemed

to soak up Bailey’s scent and nearness, and it wasn’t until the fourth or fifth

video that he realized that he was aroused.

 

Clink. Somehow Landon’s left hand,

holding his drink, and Bailey’s right hand tangled.

 

“Oops.” He tried to extricate himself

without spilling both beverages. Bending to put his on the floor, he hadn’t

realized that Bailey had also leaned down until their heads collided.

 

“Ow,” they said simultaneously.

 

“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry.” Bailey

reached out, feeling around on Landon’s head. “Did you see stars? Break the

skin?”

 

“I’m fine.” Landon didn’t pull away.

Bailey’s hand felt damn nice. Gentle. Soothing more than just the bump on his

head. Their eyes met, and he really needed to move back, break this spell, but

he didn’t, instead leaning into to the touch. Bailey’s eyes darkened, and he

stroked down Landon’s jaw. God, that felt so good, like an extra blanket on a

chilly night, warmth he hadn’t realized he was missing. How long had it been

since he’d been touched like this? Hugged, sure. He’d hugged Savannah

goodnight, and hugged and wrestled around with his best friend Pike at the last

LAN party, but neither of those things was touch like this. Caring. Sweet.

Arousing.

 

Bailey leaned in again, way slower this

time, all the time in the world for Landon to stop him. But he didn’t. Bailey’s

beard tickled an instant before their lips met, a soft slide of mouths. Not

aggressive at all, not the on-a-tight-schedule rush of a hookup, Bailey kissed

like they had a sleepy Sunday afternoon to kill, like each reaction of Landon’s

mattered, like he was trying to memorize something important and was going to

take his time learning the lesson.

 

Landon was the first one to take things

further, mouth opening on a sigh, welcoming Bailey’s agile tongue. He tasted

sweet, like tea, and minty like the gum he’d popped after the pizza, familiar

yet new at the same time. How had he managed to forget how awesome kissing

could be? A laugh bubbled up in his chest, but quickly transformed to a groan

of pleasure as Bailey nipped at his lower lip.

 

Not content to let Bailey be the one

exploring, Landon sent his own tongue on a quest, tracing Bailey’s full lower

lip, delving inside to rub tongues, retreating playfully to earn another nip.

Fuck. This was nice. The video switched over to something random, and he barely

registered it. He couldn’t say how long they kissed, just that he didn’t want

it to ever end.

 

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Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance

novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in

the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf,

she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer. The #OutOfUniform series

joins her critically acclaimed and fan-favorite LGBTQ romance #Gaymers,

#PortlandHeat and #PerfectHarmony series. To find out what she’s working on

next and other fun extras, check out her website: http://www.annabethalbert.com or

connect with Annabeth on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Spotify! Also, be

sure to sign up for her newsletter for free ficlets, bonus reads, and contests.

The fan group, Annabeth’s Angels, on Facebook is also a great place for bonus

content and exclusive contests.

 

Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny

stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding

happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights

supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a

rewarding day job and wrangles two active children.

 

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Pride and Justice by Clancy Nacht

A percentage of the earth’s population has transformed into surprisingly functional zombies who returned to work the next morning as if they weren’t undead monstrosities. Justice Kinkead, officer in an elite zombie fighting force, gets called out when good zombies go bad, putting down the brain cravers and safeguarding the new economy. After several of his partners succumb to unfortunate deaths, Justice figures he’ll go it alone…until he’s assigned a mysterious and sexy new partner, Merlin Pride, who seems to know more about the zombies’ origins than he’s letting on.

Merlin also seems to sense that Justice needs a good fucking, but it’s complicated: Justice still lives with his undead ex-boyfriend. Can Justice make peace with his past? And if he does, should he take a chance on a man who may have something to do with destroying civilization as they knew it?

Crack, parody, camp counselor levels of camp, dad jokes, and enemies to lovers
55k words

 

Kimi’s thoughts:

 

Lots and lots of Dad jokes, puns, and a slaptick sitcom plot featuring zombies and wizards- that’s the recipe that makes up this book. Was it funny? yes, it was and like all good sitcom material, underneath the format was a very good story.being a romance, the story, of course, was a love story with a dash of mystery. Who or what caused the zombies to happen to begin with? Why are the zombies now acting different? If you like dry humour and zombies (there’s next to no gore in this, by the way), this is a great read to sit to down to chase the blahs away. This seems to be a stand alone, but it would be fun to see these two in a series, encountering magical mishaps, more scheming politicians, and saving the world, one disaster at a time.

Buy from Amazon or read on KindleUnlimited

Rating: 4

 

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Sinister Hunger by Katze Snow Re-release

Author Katze Snow  has re-released Sinister Hunger with new content and a brand-new cover by talented cover artist, Jay Aheer. To celebrate, it’s 99 cents US/99 pence UK until Monday, the 23rd of April. It’s also available via KindleUnlimited. Available only via Amazon (universal link).

 

A world of intrigue. A life of lies. A future of sacrifice.

Vincent Hudson is a vampire hunter, and his life is about to be ruined.

When a hunting trip ends in tragedy, he is forced to do the unthinkable—seek refuge in Sanctuary Hope, where each family must nominate a member to the city council. But there is a catch.

In exchange for refuge, the nominees are turned into bloodslaves for an elite chain of vampires, and unaware of the gut-wrenching reality, Vincent nominates himself. He only wanted to save his group.

Now, a life of captivity and war await him. . .

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Josh is a family man, a good doctor and a man in love… with his best friend. All is well until Greg discovers how he feels. Sadly, he doesn’t feel the same way.
Heartbroken, Josh finds love elsewhere, with Glenn, a much younger man. They have a whirlwind romance, until one flawed decision threatens to tear them apart forever.
With all the complications in his love life, will this doctor find a cure to mend his broken heart?

Excerpt:

June, 1999

Dr. Josh Adams and his best friend of ten years, Dr. Greg Marshall, walked side-by-side down the long corridor. Their steps were synced as much as their heights and appearance. Both men were six-foot-three, and sported dark brown hair and full beards. Even their eyes were the same dark espresso brown.
The scent of fresh paint and new carpet radiated from every direction. The new Doctors’ building was nearly complete; only a few finishing details remained. The large brushed nickel halogen sconces lit up the hallway so brightly you could see every detail of the décor without straining. The carpet was an impressive medium shag, done in a plaid pattern of maroon and navy, while the walls were bordered in the same hues along the ceiling line, with a shade of ecru in-between. It was a clean look, tastefully balanced been efficiency and luxury.
Greg touched the new wall, his fingers exploring the texture of it. “Nice place! When will it be finished?”
“Supposedly next week sometime,” Josh answered. “Ah, here we are, number 437.” He produced a set of keys and jutted a bright silver one into the lock of the suite to their left. “Come on; let me show you where I’ll be working, and hopefully you too.”
Greg glared at him. “I told you I don’t want to leave the hospital. How many times must I tell you that?”
Josh shushed him. “You say that now, but you’ll change your mind once you see this place.”
They walked inside the expansive waiting room. There were no chairs as of yet, but a large, circular reception area lay before them. The same colors that decorated the hallway were reflected here, the largest suite on the floor. Josh pulled at Greg’s arm and tugged him along.
“Come back here, the exam rooms are great. I watched them put in some of this stuff myself.”
Greg groaned and followed his friend. How could he not? He’d been best friends with Josh for the past decade and they did everything together. Their lives were almost parallel: same age, both married, two kids each. Even the same concentration in medicine—both general practitioners.
He remembered back to when they weren’t the best of friends. They’d both been assigned to the same hospital out of residency. At that time, Greg found himself sickened by the mere sight of Josh anywhere near him. He found Josh to be overbearing and thought he had a huge ego. Greg vividly recalled how they’d argue constantly and schemed of ways to avoid each other at all costs. They’d fought over every diagnosis until their teaching physician made them draw up a truce between them.
That was over a decade ago. Since then, the two had become practically inseparable and spent many hours together, as did their families. Their wives were good friends as were their children. Josh looked at the new offices and practically drooled. “This place is top-of-the-line everything. Look at this–a lab, right in-house!” He walked into the mid-sized room and saw new microscopes, centrifuges, refrigerators, everything a thriving practice needed to get faster results. “I’m going to love this.” He brushed Greg’s arm. “I’d love it more if you were in on this with me.”
There was more than a hint of sadness to Josh’s voice. For months, he’d been badgering his friend to join him at his new practice. It’d be three doctors: himself, Greg hopefully, and Dr. Bill Snyder. Snyder was a specialist in hematology, hence, the need for such a well-stocked lab.
“How many times do I need to tell you…?”
“And how many times has your lovely wife chastised you for the hours you keep? Even your children are against your hours, isn’t that what you told me just last week?” Josh stated matter-of-factly.
Greg nodded and walked around to the lobby again. He looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows into the large parking lot, at the pond with the walking trail just beyond it. “This place…it’s too much like a park for me. It’s not me.”
Josh groaned. “What is you? All work, no play, and a pissed off family? Do you really want to keep doing that?” He took his friend’s arm sharply. “Listen, if you say no for real, I’ll drop it, but I’ll have to find a third pretty quickly. I want you with me. More important, I think Amber would want you with me.”
Greg looked into his friend’s mutually dark eyes and attempted to gauge his emotions. Ten years of knowing the man had taught him a lot, but especially how to hold onto a dear friend he had no desire to lose. “Josh…I want to, but something just keeps telling me I’d be more useful at the hospital. I love the building, these offices are gorgeous. It’d be ideal for me if that’s what I was after, but I can’t. I’m sorry.”
Josh stared at him for a long moment and even opened his mouth, but no sound or words escaped. He closed it and nodded. “Okay, if you’re sure. Swear on your life sure?”
A laugh escaped Greg’s lips. “Swear on my life sure. I love you for thinking of me like this, to join you in your practice, but I can’t…maybe in a few years I will.”
“Is that a promise?” Josh brushed his friend’s beard with a quick swipe of his thumb. “Look me in the eye and promise me.”
It was like looking into a mirror for both of them. Greg smiled and nodded. “I promise.”
Josh pulled him in for a short hug. “Sorry I pressured you. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. Let’s go out for lunch.”
This seemed a bit quick for Josh to let go of the subject, but Greg didn’t question it anymore. “Absolutely, how about we get the families together and all hit that Mexican place?”
“Mmm, sounds good! Need to find a phone, call the wife.”
Greg glanced over at the receptionist area. There were several phones in strategic spots. He picked up the handset on one but heard nothing but silence. “Don’t these work yet?”
“No, not until tomorrow. Come on, there’s a phone in the lounge. Let’s go.”
“Wait, you sure you’re alright with me saying no to this?” Greg asked quickly.
Josh nodded. “If you’re not ready, I won’t push. I won’t have to. I think Amber’ll do that for me, or your darling kids will. How are they anyway?”
“Doing alright. They hate my hours, but I just won’t budge right now. I’ve worked it down to fifty hours a week and that’s pretty decent to me.”
“Aren’t you tempting fate by pushing her buttons? She’s got a temper.”
Greg laughed as they turned out the lights and locked the door. They started their trek to the hospital lobby next door. “Ah, refresh my memory? Kim could about rip you to shreds sometimes with her temper.”
“Very true. Our kids have seen some battles. Ben especially, since he’s the eldest. Damn! My kid’s a teenager! Where’d the time go?”
Greg pushed the button for the elevator. “Same place it always goes, right down the drain.”
The doors opened, and they stepped inside and pushed “L” for lobby. “Amen to that, my friend.”

 

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