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This blog is all about Romance!  We review books about romance (mostly m/m – but there might be an occasional m/f, f/f, m/m/f, space-alien-babies, what have you).

In addition we are inviting fan fiction, slash fiction, fan-art – anything that moves you to create.

We hope you find something that entertains you or inspires you – Enjoy!

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Have and Hold (Omega Wolves #6) by Willa Okati


Former bad-boy pack enforcer Alpha Scott knew he had to change his ways if he wanted to see his thirtieth birthday. He’s worked hard to remake himself, and now that he’s bought The Fisherman’s Friend he’s within inches of achieving his dreams.

Six months ago, Scott had a one-night stand with Maccabe, a feisty Omega. Maccabe didn’t know he was on the verge of going into heat, but when he realized he was pregnant, he figured it out. Maccabe hasn’t had an easy life either. As a teenage runaway he spent a few years making bad choices before he turned his life around.

Neither of them are ready to be parents. Neither of them expects to fall in love. But that’s what’s happening. And now it’s up to them to make the right choices.


Scott and Maccabe never thought they’d want a mate, but when Maccabe ends up pregnant, they need to re-evaluate things. There is almost no angst in this short story. Just two guys getting to know one another and though they don’t address the elephant in the room til the last second – they laugh and enjoy one another’s company right from the start.

There’s a bit of smexy times and some sweet moments, but mostly a low key, slowly developing love story.

There isn’t much “wolf” in this – besides the male pregnancy – but it was a sweet story nonetheless.

4 of 5 stars


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David, Renewed by Diana Copland – Character Interview and Blog Post


OS: Welcome to Diana Copland author of David, Renewed!  Thanks for stopping by!  What can you tell us about your new book?


Hi, all!!

My name is Diana Copland, and first I’d like to thank Open Skye Book Reviews for being part of the blog tour for David, Renewed. Without reviewers and bloggers it would be almost impossible for writers to get word of their new books out to readers. I’m deeply appreciative for the opportunity, so thanks so much!

The main characters in David, Renewed are David Snyder and Jackson Henry, but David’s best friend is Michael Crane. Michael is in his late twenties, tall and slender with dark hair he wears gelled and styled in a modified faux hawk and glasses with chunky, dark tortoise shell frames that do nothing to hide his large gray eyes. I’ve managed to convince Michael to sit down and chat with me about his best friend and his new boyfriend. I’m meeting him at a Starbucks downtown, and ah, there he is now!

D: Hello, Michael!

M: Hi. (He looks toward the crowded counter) If you don’t mind, I’d like to get a coffee.

D: Please, go ahead.

M: Can I get you something?

D: (I gesture to my cup) I’m good, thanks.

(He gives me a quick smile that is so bright and glamorous that it catches my breath for a moment. While he’s standing in line I take the opportunity to covertly study him. Michael is average height, but his thin frame, legs longer than his torso, makes him look taller. He’s wearing slender cut black jeans and half boots, a dark green shirt and a gray wool pea coat. There is a chill in the air today, so the fuzzy beige scarf around his neck might be more for warmth than for fashion, but it looks very trendy none the less. He really is a handsome young guy, and I’m not the only one who’s noticed. The barrista making his drink is flirting shamelessly. Michael doesn’t seem to notice. Finally he weaves his way back to the table where I sit, computer open to a word doc, waiting for him. He sits and crosses his legs, probably more gracefully than any man I’ve ever seen.)

D: So what did you get?

M: The Flat White. Why?

D: Just curious. You didn’t add any sugar?

M: (he makes a face, like he’s insulted) No.

D: So, from you order, I can tell you really like the flavor of the coffee, without any extras. I got a non fat, no whip, sugar free mocha. What does that tell you about me?

M: (His full lips quirk) You like drinking warm brown water?

(I can’t help it. I laugh.)

D: Okay, that’s fair. Michael, I asked you to meet me so we could discuss your best friend and his new love interest. Is that still all right with you?

Michael: (settling back into his chair and arching a dark brow that I’m betting money has been tweezed into that perfect arch) Fire away.

D: Excellent, thank you. How long have you known David?

M: I met him, (he pauses to think about it) just over two years ago? Yeah, it was July.

D: You aren’t very old. Had you just gotten out of school?

M: (he smirks) My major in art history and minor in design were all bright and shiny.

D: I understand you working for a corporate design firm with the design degree, but what about art history? Didn’t you want to pursue something with your major?

M: (That brow quirks again) I decided I liked to eat more.

D: (I laugh) Fair enough. So, how did you meet David?

M: I interviewed for the job of his executive assistant. (he shakes his head with a slight smile.) He was kind of an adorable mess.

D: What does that mean?

M: Well, let’s see. He had fabric samples all over his desk, he’d been dragging his fingers through his hair and it was standing on end, and his phone kept ringing even though he’d told the operator to hold his calls. I answered the phone the third time it rang, took a message, then rang up the operator and explained to her that if it was too hard for her to understand what hold Mr. Snyder’s calls meant, perhaps they were hiring at McDonalds. The phone didn’t ring again during the interview, and I got the job.

D: Well done. Would David really have fired her?

M: (he shrugs) Probably not. But she didn’t know that.

D: Why do you think the two of you became such good friends?

M: (he looks thoughtful) I think we sort of each other.

D: How?

M: David really is a lovely man, and he’s the most talented designer, full stop, I’ve ever met. He just hasn’t — (he pauses, thoughtful) — let’s just say I think he needed someone who would tell him the truth about certain things.

D: Like his relationship with Trevor Blankenship?

M: (his lip curls) Among other things.

D: They’d been together for a while before you met David, hadn’t they?

M: (He nods) Unfortunately. If ever there was a perfect ass, it’s Trevor. David was always too good for him. Finding Trevor cheating, even though it was devastating at the time, was one of the best things that ever happened to him.

D: Why do you think he stayed with Trevor as long as he did?

M: (sighs) He thought he was in love with him. (He scowls briefly) Isn’t that when we all act like fools, when we think someone loves us?

D: Are you talking about David or you?

M: (he gives me a quelling look) The deal was I’d discuss David, not me.

D: Right. Sorry. Okay, so to change the subject – what do you think of Jackson?

M: (smiling) I think he loves my best friend more than he loves himself, and that’s good enough for me.

D: That’s an interesting comment. Care to clarify?

M: (he looks down at the coffee he’s yet to take a drink of) Jackson Henry. Even the name sounds strong, doesn’t it? Jackson Henry is one of those rare creatures, like the unicorn of the leprauchan. A mythical being you hear about, but doubt exists, you know? (He looks up at me, gray eyes wide) He’s a man who falls in love, and you just know he’ll be completely faithful. (A small smile curls his lips) And he’s drop dead fucking gorgeous, which doesn’t hurt anything, either. If I didn’t love David so much, I’d hate him.

D: And David loves Jackson just as much?

M: (he snorts) He’s ridiculous. (his smile widens) It’s actually sort of wonderful. I was afraid he’d be stuck with that bastard Trevor forever, just because he wanted to be in love so desperately. Now he is, and with the right guy. (he shifts in his chair, his expression, which had been soft and open, closing again.) It works for them.

D: But not for you?

M: (his eyes narrow) We had a deal.

D: I know, Michael. But people are going to wonder about you and Gil….

M: Gil? (Michael huffs) Gilbert Chandler? That’s never going to happen.

D: But, why not? He clearly likes you.

M: He likes to drive me crazy, is what he likes. The man is a giant third grader. And I have to go or I’ll be late to work. (He stands up, and I can tell I’ve annoyed him.)

D: I’m sorry, Michael. I guess I just think you and Gil would be great together.

M: (He shakes his head, picking up his coffee) Gilbert might be great with someone, but it won’t be me.

He turns to make his way toward the door and as I watch him go, I think he doth protest just a little bit too much.


Thanks so much for reading my interview with Michael, and I hope you’ll enjoy David, Renewed.



Diana Copland

OS:  Thanks so much for sharing that with us Diana (and Michael)!  Good luck on your tour!


When David Snyder buys the old house he is reeling with heartbreak and looking for somewhere to call home. Unfortunately, the house has problems; electrical, plumbing, heating, things David knows nothing about. He’s an interior designer and can make a home beautiful, but repairs are beyond him. David contacts a handyman, even as he pictures an overweight guy sporting filthy worn jeans, displaying a butt crack. When Jackson Henry arrives in time to save David from accidentally burning his house to the ground, he finds he could not have been more wrong. Jackson, dark-haired, lean and handsome, is an expert in construction and repairs, and just what David needs.

David knows he shouldn’t be attracted to the soft spoken handyman. His last partner was unfaithful, and jumping into a new relationship is a recipe for disaster. His ex is creating trouble, and David’s car has been vandalized sitting in his driveway. But as David spends more time with Jackson, he finds himself falling — hard. Is Jackson the love he’s hoped for? There’s only one way to know for sure, and that’s to try to trust what his heart is telling him in spite of the obstacles.



Diana Copland began writing in the seventh grade, when she shamelessly combined elements of Jane Eyre and Dark Shadows to produce an overwrought Gothic tale that earned her an A- in creative writing, thanks entirely to the generosity of an indulgent teacher. She wrote for pure enjoyment for the next three decades before discovering LiveJournal and a wonderful group of supportive fanfiction writers who encouraged her to try her hand at original gay fiction. Born and raised in southern California, Diana moved to the Pacific Northwest after losing a beloved spouse to AIDS in 1995. She lives in eastern Washington with four horribly spoiled cats, near her two wonderful adult children who swear she doesn’t embarrass them. She thinks they’re so cute.

You can reach me at:

My email: diana.copland11@gmail.com

My Facebook, https://www.facebook.com/diana.copland.7

My Website, www.diana-copland11.com

My twitter, @dianacopland

My blog, http://diana-coplands-blog.blogspot.com/

My Pinterest, including my inspiration page for David, Renewed, https://www.pinterest.com/blamb10421/david-renewed-blue-collar-book-one/

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All for One by Ariel Tachna and Nicki Bennett – Guest Spot and Excerpt!


OS: Welcome to Ariel Tachna and Nicki Bennett authors of All for One!  Thanks for stopping by!  What can you tell us about your latest story?

AT NB:Athos, Porthos, and Aramis…

Are there any names in French literature better known outside of France? We fell in love with them in the pages of books and on the big screen as teens, and really, who can blame us? They’re the epitome of courtly elegance, rakish splendor, and swashbuckling bravura. And no matter who’s portrayed them or when (Wikipedia lists 32 different portrayals of d’Artagnan, 35 of Athos, 37 of Aramis, and 19 of Porthos – obviously a few are missing), we can’t help but love them.

Or to imagine them together, because let’s face it. Dumas was brilliant at many, many things, but the love stories in The Three Musketeers were underexplored plot devices at best. In his defense, that wasn’t what his audience was looking for at the time. They wanted to read adventures and sword fights and intrigue and all about the evil English Duke of Buckingham.

The story has as many variations as there are film versions.

In the 1993 version starring Tim Curry as Richelieu, the threat came not from outside but from within, the age-old animosity between the Cardinal and the Royal Musketeers taken one step further, to the Cardinal wishing to overthrow, instead of simply control, the king: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_eCydap2FI

In the 2011 steampunk version, the threat is not only Buckingham but also a wealth of weapons and intrigue around plans stolen from Leonardo da Vinci’s vault. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=onPXqpjeSTA

One piece that never changes, though, is the devotion of the Royal Musketeers not only to the king but to the often persecuted queen. This clip, from the 2011 version, shows that her delight in them is equal to their devotion to her. Certainly her comment that “will be boys” applies to our musketeers as well: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqCFtEZRFPE

The other piece that never changes is the lengths they will go to for their king and for each other. This clip shows an older version of the musketeers from The Man in the Iron Mask, one piece of the third of Dumas’s trilogy about the musketeers, that neither of us can watch without getting chills. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hc51ExPQJcQ

As much as we love all the variations, we wanted to explore what made them tick beyond their loyalty to king and company. Except we couldn’t write Athos, Porthos, and Aramis. If we were going to do this, we had to make them our own.

The bitter noble, the former (and future?) priest, and the buffoon or the gourmand, depending on how he’s portrayed. Those were the archetypes Dumas,and the films inspired by his book, left us. Like all archetypes, they gave us a place to start, and then it was up to us to build on that foundation–to give them life beyond the characteristics inherent in their tropes.

Aristide, then… handsome, noble, estranged from his family, with a secret buried in his past that he would rather never come to light, yes, but also a keen wit and a romantic heart that still believes in true love, even if he’s not sure he’ll ever find it.

Léandre… a younger son of minor nobility; worldly, charming, ready to play the game of seduction with either sex and to give as good as he gets with anyone, but especially with the junior member of their trio, Perrin.

Perrin… the foster son of a baker, as blunt in his speech as he can possibly be, he eschews subtlety and intrigue whenever possible, preferring the simple joys of good wine, good friends, and good fucking.

Rather than trying to recreate our own version of D’Artagnan as the final member of the classic foursome, we introduce Benoît, a blacksmith-turned-messenger who’s about as far from the musketeer archetype as possible. While he retains the status of provincial that set D’Artagnan apart from the other musketeers, he has none of the noble heritage or education that D’Artagnan benefited from. Nor does he have D’Artagnan’s rashness. But because the message he carries threatens the musketeers and possibly the king, he is still pulled into their world and becomes critical to the success of their ventures.

As for Cardinal Richelieu, he—and his guards—remain objects of the musketeers’ scorn. But whether he is the agent behind the mysterious letter and its implications… well, you’ll have to read the book to find out.


OS: Sounds amazing!  Good luck on your tour!



Aristide, Léandre, and Perrin pledge only three loyalties in life: their king, their captain, and their passion for each other. So when the musketeers discover a plan to accuse M. de Tréville of treason, the initial impulse to kill the messenger, Benoît, is tempered by their need to unmask the plotter. But their first two suspects, the English ambassador and Cardinal Richelieu, prove to be innocent, forcing the musketeers to delve deeper into the inner machinations of the French court.

Meanwhile, Aristide finds himself falling in love with the ill-fated messenger, a blacksmith without a home who rouses all of his protective, possessive instincts. Benoît, however, has no interest in any man. Torn between desire and duty, Aristide must find a way to protect the king and clear his captain’s name—all while heeding the demands of his heart.



“Holà!” a voice cried over the sound of steel against steel. “What have we here? Musketeers dueling in the streets?”

Aristide turned his head just long enough to spot three guards in the red of the cardinal’s livery approaching them. His blade caught and parried his opponent’s, but the Spaniard did not press the attack, for which Aristide gave silent thanks. He had seldom crossed blades with as skilled a swordsman, and he suspected that had his attention not been split between his compatriots, the bodyguard would have been even more formidable. After exchanging a wordless glance with the ambassador, the Spaniard lowered his blade, standing silent as the guardsmen drew nearer.

“You know the price for dueling,” the cardinal’s guard declared. “Hand over your swords and come with us quietly.”

“Dueling?” The English ambassador intervened, stepping forward casually, as if he had not just been fighting for his life against an opponent whose skill outmatched his own. “Is that what you thought we were doing? Obviously you are mistaken. The musketeers offered weeks ago to spar with my bodyguard and myself as a way to welcome us to Paris and to improve our skills. Today was simply the first day we were all available to do so.”

“We are hardly fighting in the streets,” Aristide added in a calm voice, not sure why the man they had all but attacked would come to their defense, but not about to dispute his explanation. “We chose a quiet corner of the park so that we could practice undisturbed.” He stared down the cardinal’s man without blinking, daring him to press the matter further.

“If we had been fighting in earnest, would we have brought along an unarmed spectator?” Léandre pointed out, indicating Benoît with a flick of his hand. “Really, my good man, you must see the ridiculousness of your accusation. If he’d feared for our lives, he would have run for help instead of standing here watching.” He slid his sword into its scabbard, hoping the others would follow his lead, though he knew he could well be drawing it again if the guards insisted on trying to arrest them. “Since our presence here is so troubling to you, though, we’ll simply return to the tavern and toast the ambassador’s good health instead.”

The guards’ gaze flickered uncertainly between the combatants, but there were six armed men—seven, if they counted the allegedly unarmed observer—and only three of them. And if the fellow with the exceptionally fine garments truly was as important as his attitude seemed to indicate…. Not at all anxious for the half-dozen blades that had returned to their scabbards to be drawn against them, the senior guard cleared his throat and took a step backward. “Well, then—next time find someplace you will not disturb the public peace with your… practice. Or the cardinal will hear of it.”

Not bothering to dignify the threat with a response, the group turned to head out of the park, Perrin going so far as to clap the guard’s spokesman on the shoulder with a cocky grin as they passed. No one spoke until they were back inside Le Bon Laboureur, the ambassador gesturing to the owner for more wine.

“I really will drink to your health,” Léandre addressed the Englishman, “though I don’t understand why you didn’t denounce us to the cardinal’s guard.”

“Two reasons,” the ambassador replied, “which I’ll share in a moment, but first, your names, if you will. I make it a policy never to drink with strangers.” A wink at his companions accompanied his words.

Aristide rose to his feet, sketching a graceful bow to the Englishman and his party. “Aristide, of His Majesty’s Royal Musketeers, at your service.”

“Léandre.” Léandre’s bow was no less elegant, but his face bore a ready smile, in contrast to Aristide’s more restrained demeanor.

“Perrin,” Perrin finished, “though ’twas your companion who first challenged us, not the other way around, so perhaps you should give us your names as well.”

Léandre kicked Perrin’s ankle under the table, though it would make little impact through the heavy boots they all wore, and Aristide gave him a hard look. “You might let everyone introduce themselves before demanding names in return. Our manners are not all so poor,” he added to the ambassador before turning back to the fourth member of their group, whose erect posture hinted at his discomfort.

The Englishman nodded an acknowledgment and turned deliberately to the man who had not yet spoken, who had not entered the fight. “Benoît of Montredon,” Benoît said softly. “A simple blacksmith by trade who owes my life to these kind gentlemen. If not for them, a brigand’s ball would surely have taken my life.”

“I recognize Your Excellency from court, though we have not been formally introduced,” Aristide added. He recognized the man who sat so protectively at the ambassador’s side as well, from court as much as M. de Tréville’s comments about the ambassador’s Spanish bodyguard, but the youngest member of the group was unknown to him.

“His Majesty and I have differing opinions over who I need to meet in my new role,” the ambassador replied easily. “He insists I should spend hours meeting with fawning advisors and sycophantic courtiers when I would far rather meet the loyal men who defend him. Christian Blackwood, Viscount Aldwych, ambassador of His Majesty Charles I,” the Englishman said. “My companions are Teodoro Ciéza de Vivar and his son, Esteban Ciéza de Vivar who acts as my secretary. Now, to answer your question, if the cardinal’s guards had arrested you, they would have attempted to arrest my friends and me as well, a situation I could not accept. And secondly, you mentioned treason, and I wish to know what exactly you would accuse me of so that I can make sure I don’t find myself embroiled in a plot I’m unaware of. I had enough of that in Spain to last a lifetime.”

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Growing up in Chicago, Nicki Bennett spent every Saturday at the central library, losing herself in the world of books. A voracious reader, she eventually found it difficult to find enough of the kind of stories she liked to read and decided to start writing them herself.

Visit Nicki:

Facebook: www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100011754789784
E-Mail: nickibennett1@gmail.com

When Ariel Tachna was twelve years old, she discovered two things: the French language and romance novels. Those two loves have defined her ever since. By the time she finished high school, she’d written four novels, none of which anyone would want to read now, featuring a young woman who was—you guessed it—bilingual. That girl was everything Ariel wanted to be at age twelve and wasn’t.

She now lives on the outskirts of Houston with her husband (who also speaks French), her kids (who understand French even when they’re too lazy to speak it back), and their two dogs (who steadfastly refuse to answer any French commands).

Visit Ariel:

Website: www.arieltachna.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/ArielTachna
E-mail: arieltachna@gmail.com

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Flight – anthology – J. Scott Coatsworth – Blog Tour and Excerpt





Publisher: Mischief Corner Books

Author: Various

Cover & Illustrations Artist: Mila May

Length: 33.6 K

Format: ebook, print

Release Date: General release 9/21/16

Pairing: LGBTIQA

Price: $4.99 eBook, $12.99 print b/w*, TBD print color*


*Book contains 5 illustrations inside.





A 300-word story should be easy, right? Many of our entrants say it’s the hardest thing they’ve ever written.


Queer Sci Fi’s Annual Flash Fiction Contest challenges authors to write a complete LGBTQ speculative fiction micro-story on a specific theme. “Flight” leaves much for the authors to interpret—winged creatures, flight and space vehicles, or fleeing from dire circumstances.


Some astonishing stories were submitted—from horrific, bloodcurdling pieces to sweet, contemplative ones—and all LGBTQ speculative fiction. The stories in this anthology include AI’s and angels, winged lions and wayward aliens. Smart, snappy slice of life pieces written for entertainment or for social commentary. Join us for brief and often surprising trips into 110 speculative fiction authors’ minds.




Smoke, by Zev de Valera

He rubbed his temples and squinted at the soft light of his surroundings through the fans of his thick eyelashes. The last drink had been a mistake.

Was that a shaker he’d felt, or the onset of a hangover?

He clutched a silken pillow and waited.

Suddenly, he felt his home tremble; a few pieces of glass

and ceramic ware teetered and then fell to their demise.

Shit. This is the real thing.

With an effort, he hauled himself from his bed.

How many years had it been since the last one?

Sixty? Seventy?

The shaking ceased, and he looked around his small dwelling.
A model unit when he’d purchased it. Now filled with the result of years of collecting: a gramophone, a first generation television set, a water clock. And much more. All of it all had sentimental value—as did the photos of the various men that sat atop or alongside the items in his collection. Some of these men had loved him. All of them had once owned him. Now he owned their memories. That was the bargain.

Another shake. Followed by several unnerving tilts. He willed his cherished possessions to remain in place and willed himself into sobriety and a more becoming appearance as he prepared himself for work.

What to wear?

He selected a red brocade tunic and pants. A classic look always worked best for the initial consultation.

A resounding thud.

He peered up into the small shaftway at the center of the ceiling.

A pop.

Then a small circle of light at the end of the shaft.

He sighed, folded his arms, and transformed into a cloud of red smoke.

Up and away to meet his new master.

Judge’s Choice — J. Scott Coatsworth



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Publisher (info only, no buy link yet): https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/the-pill-bugs-of-time


Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01L0R0JRK




ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-flightqueerscifisthirdannualflashfictioncontest-2091592-341.html




Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/flight-49




Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31686600-flight


Goodreads Series Page: https://www.goodreads.com/series/187509-qsf-flash-fiction


Author Bio:

In the first year of the Queer Sci Fi Flash Fiction contest, we received about 15 entries for the theme “Endings”. In the second year, it was 115 for “Discovery”.

This year, we had more than 170 entries from people around the world, and from all parts of the LGBTIQA rainbow. “Flight” represents 110 of those people and their stories.


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Tooth and Claw (Omega Wolves #5) by Willa Okati



Lewis, Alpha master of the Wasp Lake wolf pack, knows that finding his mate should be a joyous event. But former army ranger Jacobi isn’t an Omega. Or even a wolf. He’s a grizzly bear shifter, and Alpha to the bone.

Falling for an outsider is risky, especially given Lewis’s secret. He yearns to be an Omega, not an Alpha, and has never met anyone willing to accept the man he really is behind the Packmaster’s mantle. As for Jacobi, it’s been a long time since he’s been loved so well that it made him want to be a better man.

The pair try loving in secret — for a while — but know that’s not going to be enough to satisfy them forever. When Jacobi adopts an orphaned lynx cub and Lewis becomes the toddler’s second father, they realize something has to be done. But what?

Nature is red in tooth and claw — but sometimes true love really does save the day.



Lewis’ story – Yay! Lewis is the Packmaster from Ivoire’s story. He finally gets his own story here and it’s probably the best in the series. I really wish this had been a longer story because there is SO much going on and it would have been wonderful to really develop each of these things separately and give us a full, more complex story.

Lewis is hiding a secret – he wishes he had the Omega powers of pregnancy. He knows if this is found out he’ll be ousted as the leader. When he finds a “companion” in the woods whose needs meet his own he’s in heaven, but he still feels the secret wouldn’t be tolerated in his pack. But things come along to complicate matters – ie a little cub – and he must confront his fears.

I wish that we’d gotten to spend more time with Jacobi and his story – he’s a rich character that I really didn’t feel like I got to fully understand. I also thought Ray’s story needed telling in more detail and that of the family as a whole.

It was such a sweet story with a unique way of looking at a common theme. I highly recommend this story – even if you don’t read the rest – it was the best of the bunch!

(Again, I think the price point here is ridiculous $4 for 51 pages…but I really did enjoy this story.  FWIW Changeling Press charges the same amount.  I think this series would be best as a bundle for one low price.)

4 of 5 stars


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Stephen Osborn author of Raven’s Rest Book Tour and Excerpt



Michael Cook has left his abusive lover and settled in the small town of Banning, Illinois. Having nowhere else to go, he checks into the Raven’s Rest Inn and soon learns that the haunted reputation of the hotel is well deserved. Michael gets a job at a local café, where he meets Trey Ramsey. Though Michael has misgivings about starting up a new relationship, Trey seems to be the complete opposite of Michael’s controlling ex, so he decides to give Trey a chance.

Life at the Raven’s Rest becomes increasingly frightening when the ghost of Coleman Hollis appears in Michael’s room. Coleman seems to want something from Michael, and the mystery deepens when Michael discovers he’s the spitting image of Coleman’s lover from years ago. Together, Michael and Trey must discover why Coleman’s spirit is drawn to the Raven’s Rest—and to Michael.




Attraction At First Sight

I’m always told that love at first sight doesn’t exist. Well, that’s a load of crappola, in my opinion. But I guess that depends on what you consider love, so I’ll state, without fear, that there is certainly attraction at first sight. Of course there is! Sometimes you meet someone and there’s that spark, that electric charge, that defies logic. You know that you want to get to know this person. Maybe it’s the way they smile. Maybe it’s how they carry themselves. Maybe it’s that way their hair falls over their right eye. You can’t argue with the heart.
In Raven’s Rest, Michael Cook finds himself having breakfast in a place called the Coffee Cafe. He has no intention of falling in love. Romance hasn’t exactly been kind to him. But his waiter, Trey, who seems to be more interested in playing his guitar than helping customers, ignites something in Michael’s heart. Here’s an excerpt.

I dawdled over my breakfast, and by the time I took my last sip of coffee (which Trey had refilled twice), nearly all of the other tables were empty. Only one guy and I were left, and he was perusing the local newspaper, every now and then sharing remarks with the lady behind the counter. He called her Gloria. She emerged occasionally to clear a table, glaring at Trey as she did so. I gathered busing the tables was his job, and he was neglecting his duties to concentrate on his playing.
Trey seemed to be adding words to his tune, and he sang as he plucked the strings. His voice was thin and reedy, but it suited the tune. I couldn’t hear all the words, as he was singing quietly, but I caught enough to know it was a love song. A love gone bad. The story of my life. Every now and then I’d catch a line or two.
“It’s a small town, baby,” Trey sang, “but why’d you have to give me these small-town blues?”
The woman, Gloria, seemed like she wanted to give him something, namely a smack. She’d been wiping some gunk off a recently vacated table, and she turned to him, hands on her hips. “If the next Bruce Springsteen is quite finished, maybe he could start on that stack of dishes in the back.”
“Almost done.”
“I’ll give you almost done. Trey Ramsey, you’re the laziest son of a bitch I’ve ever known. Now get to work.”
Trey looked up at her with a cheeky smile. “I’m not lazy, I’m inspired. Honestly, I’ve got to get this last verse fixed in my head. Then I’ll get to work.”
Gloria sighed with exasperation. “Okay, but just make sure everything is ready by the time the lunch crowd gets here.”
“Sure thing, Ma.”
So Gloria was his mother. That explained why she was putting up with his procrastination. She went back behind the counter and through a door to the kitchen area. Trey saw that I’d followed their conversation and winked at me.
“Some people just don’t understand artists,” he said. I gathered from his tone that he was gently mocking himself, as if he didn’t think he deserved the title of artist. I begged to differ.
“I liked what I heard,” I told him. “It was lovely.”
“Yeah? You think? I’ve been saving my dough, and when I get a few more songs ready, I’m going to book some studio time and record them.”
I smiled. “I’d buy it.” Was I flirting? Oh my God, I was flirting!
But why shouldn’t I flirt? I was single now, after my emancipation from Kevin.
Trey leaned back in his chair so that it was perched precariously on only the back legs and gave his guitar a few more strums. “Better than the last piece of shit I wrote, anyway. Had a great title, just didn’t come together, if you know what I mean.”
“What was the title?”
“The Penis Conversations.” His eyes were twinkling, and his smile was crooked as he waited for my reaction.
I laughed. I hadn’t done much laughing lately, and the sound almost frightened me. I cut it off and said, “That’s some title.”
“Yeah, well, the little bugger has a lot to say.” Trey moved the guitar aside so he could look at his own crotch. “Don’t you, you bastard?” He propped the guitar against the wall and settled the chair back down on four legs. “Anyway, it was a song about my last boyfriend and how he fucked me over.” Trey emphasized the last three words, even adding syllables to the word fucked.
Beautiful. Gay. A musician. And he read. I’d have to stay away from Trey Ramsey or I’d fall in love with him, and falling in love wasn’t on my list of things to do, not for a long time yet.

For the record, every time I’ve fallen in love, it was love at first sight. Well, at least lust at first sight.






Stephen Osborne lives in Northern Illinois with Christine, the diva border terrier mix, where he works at a food packaging plant, testing food. So basically he makes brownies for a living. His loves include Doctor Who, Dark Shadows, and Broadway musicals. A mystery fanatic, his favorite authors are Rex Stout, Ellery Queen, and the wonderful Agatha Christie. His goal: to be the Phantom of the Opera. Not play the part…he wants to find an opera house to haunt!

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Fun and Games (Omega Wolves #4) Willa Okati



Captaining a fishing boat’s long, hard work, and when Sullivan brings his catch to the fishmongers he has his mind set on a strong ale and a hot meal in a quiet, family establishment where he’s not likely to lose his wallet or his life.

The Fisherman’s Friend looks like just the place, but once Sullivan sets his gaze on Ari, he knows he’s found a lot more than he was looking for — and exactly what he needs. For there’s no scent on earth quite as alluring to an Alpha male as that of an Omega in heat.



At first I was super mad and a little shocked by this story. All the others have been so romantic and I was disappointed that book four would veer so wildly. So… without ruining the surprise just let me say that it DOESN’T veer at all. It’s still quite sweet and falls in line with the rest of the series nicely. In fact, it’s a really cute story that I enjoyed probably as much or more than the rest of the books.

I don’t want to tell you more – it’s a cute surprise – but I did love how it plays out and I think fans of the series will too.

(I think the price point is off, however, this should be a 99 cent book, not a $2.99 – it’s 21 pages.)

3.5 of 5 stars


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Charley Descoteaux author of Safe House- Tour and Giveaway!

13106711_10156802171995414_1691349163_oOS: Welcome to Charley Descoteaux author of   Safe House. Thanks for stopping by!


Hello and welcome to my tour for Safe House! Thank you to everyone at Open Skye Book Reviews for having me. <3

When the first book in this series was released, many readers commented that they wanted to hear more from Tim—the strong, silent love interest. While I was writing Buchanan House I tried to get him to speak on the page but he refused—I just couldn’t get inside his head no matter how I tried or from what angle I approached him. Frustrating, to say the least!

However, in Safe House he had no choice. (I have to resist the urge to laugh like a supervillain here!)

Series readers might remember that Tim Tate and Brandon Smith, one of the heroes in Safe House, have a history. Their relationship ended in a spectacularly public way, and their interactions since have been tense at best. In Safe House, Brandon has a health issue that forces him to consider his own mortality in a way he hadn’t before, which leads him to ambush Tim to clear the air. To be fair, Bran basically ambushes himself at the same time, going into the conversation with very little preparation.

This is one thing I’m enjoying about writing this kind of series—the kind where each story builds on the previous books. If I’m left with questions about the world or these characters, a lot of the answers have been appearing in a subsequent book. More than once I’ve seen a comment in a review, a desire for more information about a character or a situation and felt the wheels start turning in my head. That is so much fun!

Since the series is starting to wind up, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to tying up loose ends—which threads do I want to revisit and which are complete as they are? Some are planned but most have poured onto the page with little conscious effort on my part. Those moments are my favorites—I love to be surprised while writing, love it when the characters seem to say “get out of our way and listen.”

Fans of Tim Tate might enjoy this excerpt. It takes place at the gym where Bran has been spending, in his estimation, too many of his off-hours. Some of the family (Nathan, Paulie, Eric and Tim) had been waiting for Bran to walk past the juice bar, but the details of that ambush are spoilery so I’m going to share part of Bran’s conversation with Tim that takes place afterward.





Kyle Shimoda is an asshole magnet, has been for as long as he can remember. At forty-seven, he doesn’t see much chance for improving his luck in love. His friends who run Buchanan House, a gay retreat on the central Oregon coast, know he wants to find “someone nice” to settle down with, and they set him up with Officer Brandon Smith. Kyle has a turbulent history with law enforcement, but he can’t deny his attraction to the buff cop.

Brandon has been a police officer in Lincoln City almost since the day he graduated from high school over thirty years ago. He’s cultivated the facade of a serious, disciplined law enforcement officer, but beneath his overdeveloped chest beats the soft heart of a drama queen. A cancer scare shifts Bran’s focus from finding a serious relationship to having as much sex as he can—putting his goals squarely at odds with Kyle’s. If he can’t find the courage to be honest about his feelings for Kyle, the happiness they’ve both been searching for could slip through their fingers.


Everyone else stood and bussed their cups. Before he had the chance to think it through, Bran stepped closer to Tim, catching his eye. “Can I talk to you for a few minutes?”

Tim looked to Eric, obviously hoping for an out, a reason to say no.

Eric smiled. “I’ll get a ride home with Nathan and Paulie. Take your time.” He popped up on his toes and pecked Tim on the lips. He looked at Tim and Brandon and then followed the others out into the parking lot, tossing a “Play nice!” over his shoulder as he went.

Bran gestured to the table, and Tim frowned as he sat. Bran pulled a chair close to Tim’s right side, close to his good ear, and sat as well—too close, by the look in Tim’s eyes, but he didn’t want to be overheard.

“I owe you an apology, Tim. A real apology.”

Tim pulled back, the frown sliding away as though he were trying to wipe all trace of emotion from his face.

“I’m sorry. I want to be sure you know I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone so far in the hospital. I should have thought about how my actions would impact you, but I didn’t.” I also should have rehearsed this little speech, but I didn’t. “I wish I could go back and change things—do it differently.”

“What’s going on?” Tim was losing his battle to pretend everything was fine, to detach from anything even in the neighborhood of “unpleasant.”

“Nothing. I—”

“Bullshit.” Tim’s eyes narrowed, but a second later they were round and wide. “Are you okay? Are you leaving?” Tim leaned close and grabbed Bran’s arm. “Is Minnie okay?”

Bran smiled. Minnie and Tim had always struck him as a strange pair, but their mutual affection was genuine. “She’s fine.”

“So what, then? You already apologized, more than once. Not as well as that, but—” Tim groaned. “This isn’t a….” He made a gesture only Bran would know how to interpret—or maybe Eric. Tim thought Bran might be making a clumsy pass at him.

Bran sat back, barely containing laughter that would have been highly inappropriate and probably undermine what he’d set out to do. Tim had a sense of humor, but Bran didn’t think he would handle that gracefully. “Tim, I knew going in that we wouldn’t be forever. Even if you weren’t married, I wouldn’t be propositioning you.”

He could see why Tim might jump to that conclusion, however. It was in the changing room of this gym that Bran had made his move all those years ago, engineering things so they were the only two men in the showers, going just barely far enough with his flirting so Tim could ignore it if he wanted to….

Tim made a soft sound, somewhere between a snarl and a sigh, and brought Bran’s focus back to the present. Tim was genuinely red-faced angry. No, he’s frustrated. Not that Tim being emotional would have been a cause to mark a calendar, but Bran had rarely seen him so flustered that he was unable to hide it. He wouldn’t be surprised if Tim had trouble speaking.

“What?” Bran didn’t want to try to figure it out for himself, and not only because he’d probably get it wrong. “You’re half my age and way out of my league. Three years was longer than I thought it would last. I have only the one regret—that it ended in anger because of my stupidity.”

“Tell me what’s going on, Bran.”


“Yeah, I still know you too. And you’re not getting out of here without telling me, so you might as well—go ahead, laugh. Maybe we’ll finish this discussion in the parking lot.”

“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you.”

Tim grunted, and Bran fought to find the right words.

“Okay, you made my smoke screen. I’m flattered, okay? I thought you would’ve forgotten how to read me sometime in the last five years. Maybe nothing is going on beyond that I didn’t want to keep thinking I owed you an apology.”

“Bullshit. You’re sick, aren’t you?” Tim looked him over but wouldn’t look him in the face.

Damn, he’s really tearing up?

“No. I had some tests in February—”

“February? What kind of tests?”

“A biopsy. It was negative.”

“So then why do this now?”

Bran shrugged. He wasn’t convinced it was all that great of an idea, even if he might have finally left the guilt over outing Tim behind.

“Bran. You’re trying my patience. And yes, I know I sound like Eric. Tell me the rest and you won’t have to listen to it anymore.”

“It’s cute.”

Tim tried to grunt, but his heart wasn’t in it. He looked away and sighed. After studying the nearly empty parking lot for a few moments, he turned back around. Bran felt pinned in place by Tim’s dark eyes. Even though he didn’t still feel that way, it wasn’t difficult to remember when those sultry eyes had been the first and last things he thought about every day.

“I’m not out of your league. You don’t give yourself enough credit, never have. And if we’re being honest here, I owe you an apology. I was scared and frustrated and angry, and I took it all out on you, and that wasn’t fair. I’m sorry I punished you for being supportive. If I had let you, I know you would’ve been there for me while I recovered.”


CD: Thanks for reading! If you’d like to see how this scene ends, grab your copy of Safe House at the Dreamspinner store or any of the usual distributors.

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Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her sleep once in a while. Charley grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area during a drought, and found her true home in the soggy Pacific Northwest. She has survived earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods, but couldn’t make it through one day without stories.


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Series: Buchanan House (Must be read in order.)

Book Number: 4

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Release Date: September 19, 2016

Pages: 200


Cover Artist: L.C. Chase

Tour Dates & Stops:

Sept. 12: MM Good Book Reviews

Sept. 19: My Fiction Nook

Sept. 20: Alpha Book Reviews

Sept. 21: Open Skye Book Reviews

Sept. 22: Dreamspinner Blog

Sept. 23: Love Bytes

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Here and There (Omega Wolves #3) By Willa Okati


As the captain of a fishing vessel, Alpha wolf Dominic considers himself married to his work. That’s always been enough for him — he’s never been interested in a family. Until he meets Sawney.

Though he’s always wanted pups, Omega physician Sawney is committed to his practice and his patients. He’s never made time for a mate. But as he gets older he’s finding it harder to resist the demands of his body. When he meets Dominic, his urges catch fire and breeding with the Alpha is all he can think about.

Dominic proposes they strike a deal. He can give them both what they want, no strings attached. One pup, a good friendship, and all parties satisfied.

Only it’s not quite that easy. Passion and friendship are one thing, but what happens when the “single parents” realize they’re in love?


These are all too short. They have these great MCs, we just get to know them and love them, and then – kapow. It’s over.

On the one hand, I really loved these guys and how their angst really just worked itself out. I loved how they understood the other and how they both just worked together to resolve their issues.

But, on the other hand, beyond some basic “paranormal” mating chemistry, these guys weren’t together enough as a couple for me to buy the ILYs – but I close my eyes and ignore that aspect – and really like them as a couple anyway.

I loved seeing Matthias and Bree again and am glad to see the series overlap a little with other MCs from previous books.

Overall, it was a good addition to the series and if you’ve been enjoying the other books, you’ll enjoy this as well. It’s certainly good as a standalone, but I think read in order is still the best way to go.

3.75 of 5 stars


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