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Love me Tenor by Annabeth Albert Tour – Prizes!



Trevor Daniels is feeling aimless. A recent college grad, he’s not sure what to do with his useless degree, and his family all but abandoned him after he revealed the truth about himself. But a friend’s suggestion that he take his chances on a reality show aimed at finding the next big boy band strikes a chord with him—until the show’s producers convince him to act like he’s in a relationship with a guy who’s not at all his type. It isn’t exactly love at first sight for Jalen Smith either—but lust just might push them in an unexpected direction. If only their secrets weren’t even more twisted than their sheets, threatening to cost them the win—and each other…


 Words: 87,000 words

Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Gay Fiction, New Adult, Humor, M/M Romance, Romance, Singer/Musiciain


“You brought your luggage?” The receptionist looked at Trevor like he’d brought a snake to the movie studio offices instead of a rolling suitcase and a backpack.

“My flight was late. And then customs—”

“Fine.” She held up a hand, shimmery with the sort of nail art Trevor’s sisters weren’t allowed to wear. “You can have a seat.” She motioned to a seating area with square leather and chrome chairs and a metallic-looking shag rug.

“Wait. Is my group here yet? Stand Out!?”

“Let me check.” She glanced at a pink sheet on a clipboard. “No.” She made a shooing motion back in the direction of the waiting area.


The receptionist disappeared back down a hallway, teetering on shoes that put her a good six inches taller than Trevor. The building was kind of a letdown. The whole complex was a series of gigantic gray warehouses, but the inside of this one was like any other office building in America. Or Canada. He’d only been in Vancouver a couple of hours and kept forgetting he wasn’t in the States anymore.

His bag made a loud clickety-clack sound as he dragged it across the tile floor to the seating area, but the only occupant in the chairs didn’t even glance up. The guy was about Trevor’s age, maybe a bit younger. His eyes were half-closed, like waiting for producers to call his name was just so boring. He had that jock sprawl, maximizing every inch of the low chair. Trevor took a seat with a good view of the guy. Indifferent eye candy was his favorite kind.

He had this thing for straight guys, particularly jocks. Jocks were his personal kryptonite; they made his knees turn into magnets, headed straight for the floor. And the guy across from him was the deadly, heart-stopping red kryptonite brand of jock. His build was perfect—not too tall, because Trevor was picky about that—but jacked like a Chevy with a lift kit. Hell, even the dude’s neck was ripped. Jock’s foot moved back and forth in motion with the music pumping in his ears from pricey Beats headphones.

Because dude’s eyes were shut, Trevor felt free to continue his inventory of hotness. Baggy shorts. T-shirt for a wrestling team. Wrestling. Trevor had to shift around on the slick leather couch before continuing his appraisal. Cheap white socks, but black shoes that probably cost more than Trevor’s bike. Rich elitist jock? Yes, please.

The outfit was notable because Trevor would have figured most guys coming to a TV studio would want to dress up a little. He had, but of course now his pressed khakis and dress shirt seemed horribly overdressed compared to jock boy and the receptionist wearing a cutoff denim skirt and a tank top that seemed to be made out of nothing more than knotted rope.

Maybe dude wasn’t there to be on TV. Or if he was, maybe he was there for a different show from the music reality show Trevor was on. He certainly didn’t look like the boy band type. Dude looked ready for an MMA-fighter type show, or maybe working as a stunt double. But if he wasn’t on Trevor’s show, that meant—

“You done checking me out or you need me to turn to the other side?” Jock’s eyes snapped open. They were a startling shade of hazel, almost amber. And at the moment, they were filled with undisguised irritation.

Oh, crap. Trevor gulped hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He dug out his phone, giving himself something to look down at. He’d been caught before and it almost never ended well. With any luck, Dawn would show up soon and he would never have to see jock boy again.

“Oh, don’t be shy.” Jock boy had a killer whisper: husky with a hint of command to it. He said it with the air of someone who knew exactly how hot he was. And now he was going to make Trevor pay for noticing.

Trevor didn’t look up from his phone, but inside he was squirming in his chair. In a different situation, he’d be more than happy to let this play out until he was on his knees in the restroom with jock boy berating him, but he’d sworn to turn over a new leaf. Plus there was always the risk that jock wanted all the verbal abuse and none of the fun. No more gambling.

“Yeah. That’s what I figured.” The other guy snorted.

“Trevor! You made it!” Dawn came barreling across the lobby, red hair streaming behind her. She was flanked by two nearly identical blond giants—one wore a blue polo shirt and khaki pants, the other a brown polo and blue pants. Both had the same bored smirk on their faces.

“What are you doing with your luggage?” Dawn’s smile was replaced by a frown, like Trevor was some clueless kid making her day more difficult. “Why didn’t you give it to the receptionist? They’re sending all the contestants’ stuff over to the house while we tape the intro segments.”

“Here. I’ll take it.” Blond giant number one grabbed Trevor’s bags, tossing them like they were a set of hand weights.

“Jalen!” Dawn stepped around Trevor to hug jock boy, who stood up to greet her. “It’s about time. I was starting to freak!”

Just his luck. Dawn hung on Jalen the jock like they were old friends, tugging his headphones down to his neck and rubbing his closely cropped black hair. Oh, geez. Jalen looked a bit young to be Dawn’s boy toy; she had to be in her late twenties. But no matter what Jalen was to Dawn, he was now a giant pain in the neck to Trevor. A sick feeling gathered in his gut and his hands tightened.

“Did you meet Jalen already, Trevor?” she asked.

“No,” Trevor said carefully. The tension in his muscles climbed to trampoline spring tight—any second now Jalen was going to call him out for creeping on him.

“We’re acquainted,” Jalen drawled at the same time.

“Um. Okay.” Dawn frowned but luckily kept talking before Jalen could reveal way more than Trevor wanted. “So this is Carter. And over there is Carson.”

Twins. They had to be twins right? Trevor was already in too much shit for gaping and didn’t want to stare hard enough to figure it out.

“So, are we ready to become the next boy band?” Carter spoke like some dude on an infomercial, each word carefully articulated for maximum impact. “I am so ready to win this thing.”

The riot in Trevor’s stomach grew worse. Win? With Jalen the jock? As in Trevor was now in the same group as jock boy? And the blond giants? For the next six weeks?

“Yeah. Let’s do this.” Carson came back over. Like Carter, he had a macho, commanding voice, probably a baritone when he sang. Heck. Trevor really didn’t want to be the only tenor on a team of One Direction wannabes.

“Okay Stand Out!, let’s go film your intro.” Dawn motioned for them to follow her down the hall.

Oh, hell. He was really going to be on camera, in a boy band, right freaking now.


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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.

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 children.

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“Better Late Than Never” (More from Bobby and Tommy) by JH Knight:

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Some background:

Piper Vaughn was having a birthday celebration late last year and she had a little contest – in the contest if you “won” she had an amazing list of prizes to pick from.  Well – I know Piper likes hedgehogs so I sent her a Birthday Hedgehog and I won a ficlet from JH Knight!  I was BLOWN AWAY – I love JH Knight and was so psyched! (JH wrote an amazing book (reviewed here earlier today) called The Last Thing He Needs  featuring two MCs Bobby and Tommy.)

JH contacted me and asked what I wanted and I said “Bobby and Tommy” in the future!!!”


This is what I got (it’s PERFECTION!):

Better Late Than Never by JH Knight


Tommy knew how he ended up there. He’d retraced his steps, lived through the fight again, picked apart every word he’d said. Every word they’d both said. Every word they didn’t mean.

Well. Every word he didn’t mean. Bobby usually meant what he said and didn’t feel the need to apologize or take it back. Why would he? The bastard was usually right.

“We’ve been living together for a year, Tom. How long until you stop waiting for me to change my mind?”

Bobby’s words didn’t unsettle him so much as the way he’d said them. Like he was defeated, broken down… done.

“I don’t know, Bobby. Maybe forever, okay? Think you can handle that?”

No answer. Tommy should’ve felt some sense of satisfaction. He’d finally gotten Bobby to shut up, finally driven a point home so clearly and so hard there was no arguing it.

The only problem was, Tommy wanted him to argue it, wanted him to say he could handle it, could handle anything Tommy threw at him. But, no. Bobby stood in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest, gritting his teeth like he was trying to stop himself from throwing a punch.

Brittle silence stretched between them, so strained Tommy wanted to break it himself, wanted to say something—anything, really. But he never got the chance. Bobby simply turned and walked out the door into the cold winter night.

“Great,” Tommy muttered. “Fucking fantastic.” He paced the floor for about twelve seconds before he headed for the closet and grabbed his jacket. He went ahead and dug around on the top shelf—reached his arm all the way back until he found what he really wanted. The one thing that might keep him sane tonight. Marlboro Reds never let him down. His fingers itched for them before he even made it outside.

He thought about chasing Bobby down, having some big, dramatic showdown in a parking lot somewhere, or on the side of the road. But he knew Bobby too well. Bobby liked to let things cool down, and if he was the one walking out, it meant he was the one who needed to clear his head and work through his anger on his own so he could talk things through with Tommy.

The crisp night air burned Tommy’s lungs, but he lit a cigarette anyway, took one long drag off it as he tried to decide where to go. He knew he shouldn’t head to the bar. That was a mistake he’d never make again. Instead he wandered around for an hour before he found himself on Gene’s doorstep. Mostly because that’s where he usually found himself when he needed to shake something off, or talk to someone who wouldn’t tell him what a dipshit he was. Someone who knew him almost as well as Colleen, but who didn’t have an investment in his actions beyond showing up for work and not fucking up so badly he couldn’t do his job.

Gene answered the door, wearing a flannel robe over his boxer shorts and an old undershirt. “Again?” he asked as he stepped back to let Tommy in. “Third fight in a month. You two must be going for some kinda record.”

Tommy couldn’t really laugh it off as a joke, and no way could he deny it.

“You wanna talk about it?”


“Thank Christ. Beer’s in the fridge. Help yourself.”

Tommy did. But he stopped himself at two. Getting shitfaced at Gene’s was only one step better than getting shitfaced at the bar.

Gene watched the recap of one hockey game or another and Tommy stewed. He thought about Gene—his friend, practically his father. The guy was still single twenty years after his divorce because his wife had left him with nothing but a broken heart. On the other hand, Gene’s sob story didn’t really pan out when he was drunk enough to get chatty. He once told Tommy how it wasn’t her fault. How he drank too much, married too young, screwed anything that came his way while she was home waiting for him. How he sucked at it. Sucked at being a husband and would’ve sucked at being a father. How much he hated that it was too late now to go back and try again.

And that was the main problem with life in general, as far as Tommy could make out. Give it a shot and fail, you fuck up (at least) two people’s lives. Don’t try at all, and you’re probably still fucking things up. Damned if you do and damned if you don’t.

Which pretty much summed up Tommy’s life. Maybe everyone else’s life too, but fuck the rest of the world. He was too busy trying to keep his own head above water.

As Gene started to nod off in his chair, Tommy said goodnight and slipped out the door. He lit his last smoke and headed home.

Bobby was already in bed. Tommy could tell he wasn’t really asleep. Just the dark outline of the covers felt tense and angry to Tommy.

Not a good sign.

Tommy walked around to Bobby’s side of the bed, but he didn’t sit down. Instead he dropped to his knees and reached a hand out.

“I think it’ll take more than a blowjob tonight, Tom.” There was nothing playful about Bobby’s tone. Damn it all.

“I wasn’t planning on blowing you.”

That seemed to get Bobby’s attention. He lifted his head and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

“So you’re… what? Begging?” Bobby arched a brow, but didn’t look impressed. “That’s not your style, Tom.”

Fair point and they both knew it. But if anyone could get him to beg, it’d be Bobby.

“Yeah, well. My style hasn’t been working too well lately, has it, copper?”

Bobby snorted a laugh, but it sounded cynical.

Tommy wet his lips and grabbed Bobby’s hand. “Maybe I am begging a little, all right?”

“Begging for what, Tom? More time? Another chance? You’ve got it, okay? Now let me get some sleep.”

“Ya know, you’re a real pain in the ass.”

Bobby did laugh then. Bitter and nettled, but a laugh nonetheless. “That’s really rich coming from you, Mr. O’Shea.”

Another good point. “Yeah, well. I guess we deserve each other, then.”

Something about that softened Bobby. He turned onto his side so he could face Tommy, squeezed Tommy’s fingers in his own. “Maybe so,” he whispered, exhaling a heavy breath, like he’d been holding it all damn day. “So what are we supposed to do with each other?”

That was Tommy’s out. His chance to make a joke, make a pass, fuck Bobby stupid until he forgot what they were fighting about in the first place. But not tonight.

“I think we should get married.”

He’d managed to shock Bobby a few times since they’d been together, but maybe not that much. Tommy didn’t think anyone had ever been so shocked in the history of the world.

“Why?” Bobby asked after an impossibly long pause.

Tommy narrowed his eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Not even a little, Tom. Why? Why get married? Just to stop me bitching? Just so we’ll have something new and different to fight about?” Bobby was using his let’s think this through rationally voice, like he really was curious. It made it easier for Tommy to answer.

“No,” he said softly. “Not any of those reasons.” After a beat, Tommy added, “Well, getting you to stop bitching might be a bonus, but that ain’t why.”

He got a half smile from Bobby for that. Tommy cleared his throat before saying anything else. “You’re right, okay?” How many times had he said those three little words since he met Bobby? More than he could count. “I act like I’m always waiting for you to find an emergency exit because… I am always waiting for that. You deserve better than me, Bobby, and I’ll probably always wonder when you’re gonna figure that out.”

“Tom, don’t—”

“For once in your life, could you just shut the fuck up?” Tommy smiled as he said the words, took the sting out of them by laying his hand on Bobby’s chest and giving him a gentle push back onto the bed. He had to think for a moment before he could say anything else. Tommy wasn’t used to having to put everything into words the way Bobby needed him to. Once in a while, sure. But Bobby seemed to need it more and more lately, and maybe that was part of the problem. “We’re raising seven kids together. We live together. We cook meals together, solve problems together, worry together, laugh together. We fight together…. And even through all the bullshit, I’m still here and so are you.” Tommy paused—to give himself a chance to think, but mostly to see Bobby’s face, check his reaction. It didn’t help much. Bobby was listening intently, but he wasn’t giving anything away.

Maybe he waited too long to go on. Into the quiet of their bedroom, Bobby said, “So… neither of us has given up on the other, so we might as well get married?”

Considering the fact that Bobby had brought the subject up at least twice in as many months, he was sure as hell making it difficult for Tommy now. “More like, neither of us ever will, so we might as well be done with it and get married.” Tommy probably could’ve made it sound better, but it was too late to start over. After another long pause, Tommy added, “Christ, I’m no good at this shit, Bobby. Could ya cut me a little slack here?”

Bobby shifted on the bed, moved back a little, an invitation for Tommy to join him. Instead, Tommy stayed on his knees as Bobby said, “You really do suck at this.” He laughed, though, so Tommy figured they were out of the woods. “You wanna know why I want to marry you?”

Tommy knew already. “You already said. It’ll be easier if anything ever happens to one of us, or if we decide to adopt the twins, or—” He stopped talking as Bobby shook his head.

“Those are the reason I told you, because I thought I’d have a better chance of making you think about it.”

“Okay. You gonna tell me the real reason?”

“Well,” Bobby said as he trailed a fingertip down Tommy’s shoulder. He dropped his voice to a whisper and added, “Those are all real reasons too, but not the ones that matter.”

“What’re the ones that matter?” Maybe it was a stupid question, maybe if Tommy thought about it for even a second, he’d know what Bobby was getting at. Mostly he just wanted to hear Bobby’s voice, gentle and warm, no longer angry, inviting—the sound of home, to Tommy. He wanted Bobby to keep touching him, keep talking to him.

“I love you,” Bobby whispered. “That’s not going to change. Not in a week, or a few months, or a few decades. I’ll love you when we’re old, when we’re wrinkled and flabby and can barely remember our own names. I’ll still be here with you—not because I just haven’t given up, but because I love you and… I don’t want to be here without you.” Bobby paused for a beat, which was a good thing because Tommy felt like he couldn’t even breathe. “And that’s why people get married.” Bobby let out a small breath, caught Tommy’s eye. “Well. That’s the reason I want to marry you, anyway.”

Tommy’s mouth had gone dry sometime between asking for an answer and listening to it. He swallowed slowly, ran the tip of his tongue over his lips before he whispered, “That’s a pretty good reason.”

“I thought so,” Bobby told him, in that soft, half-teasing tone he used when he was in a good mood and looking to get laid.

Leaning in close, Tommy ran his hand up Bobby’s chest and smoothed his fingers over a wrinkle in Bobby’s T-shirt. Which, really was a sign of how pissed off Bobby had been when he went to bed. The only time either of them did that was when they were sick. “So we’re gonna do this?” Tommy asked before he brushed a light kiss against Bobby’s mouth.

Bobby grinned against Tommy’s lips and whispered, “Do what?” He slipped his hand lower, dipped his fingers into Tommy’s jeans as he spoke.

“Get married, asshole,” Tommy said, his voice catching in the back of his throat as his cock started to harden.

“Ask me again.” Bobby ran his fingertips over the head of Tommy’s cock, teasingly light, cruel. The bastard.

“Will ya marry me, Bobby?” The words sounded more like a demand, a growl as Tommy shifted his hips to get closer. He wasn’t even on the damn bed yet.

Bobby pulled at Tommy’s clothes, fought with the buttons on Tommy’s jeans even as he pressed his forehead to Tommy’s and whispered, “Yeah, I’ll marry ya, Tom.”

Tommy shifted over him, pushed the sheets back farther until he was on top of Bobby. They fumbled with their clothes for a long minute, pulling at fabric, trying to get to skin. When they were finally pressed naked together, Bobby threaded his fingers into Tommy’s hair and pulled him in for a rough kiss. He grazed his teeth over Tommy’s lips and bit down gently as Tommy rolled his hips against him, their cocks slick and hard between them.

When Tommy tried to pull back, wanting to reach for the lube, Bobby clung to him, held him tighter. “Just like this, Tom,” he whispered. He hitched his legs higher around Tommy’s waist and rocked so hard against Tommy, he could only nod in response.

They moved together for long minutes as Tommy buried his face against Bobby’s neck, inhaled deep before kissing him there. He got a groan out of Bobby then, and did it again, skimmed his hand down Bobby’s side and under his ass so he could press them tighter together. “Love you so goddamn much, Bobby,” he whispered, his voice rough, full of need.

“I know,” Bobby muttered, as if he couldn’t think clearly enough for a better response.

The feel of his hands on Tommy’s skin made Tommy move faster, grind harder against him as their bodies slicked with sweat, their cocks rubbing together with every move. He could hear Bobby’s breath catch, feel Bobby’s muscles tense. He knew Bobby was close so he pulled back just a bit, just enough to get a whimper from Bobby.

“Asshole,” Bobby whispered, the single word a hot pant against Tommy’s skin.

He couldn’t help but grin in response. “You keep telling me that.” Tommy rolled his hips again, one time, long and slow before finding his frantic pace again. He watched Bobby’s face, the way Bobby’s brow furrowed—almost the same way it did when he was hurting, or really pissed off. He was so close, right on the edge, and seeing that pulled Tommy along with him.

After too few seconds, Bobby let out a fierce groan and held tight to Tommy. His shudders rolled through him, and Tommy could feel each one as Bobby came hot and wet between them.

Tommy tried to hold off, let it last a little longer, but his climax burned through him like a lit fuse and there was no turning back. “Christ,” he groaned, one last gasp of breath before he collapsed against Bobby in the sticky mess they’d made.

It didn’t take long for Bobby to get tired of Tommy’s dead weight pinning him to the bed. With a laugh, Bobby said, “If you fall asleep now, I’m changing my mind.”

“Who said anything about falling asleep?” Tommy asked as he slowly lifted his head. “You’re just softer than the mattress.”

Bobby jabbed him hard in the ribs for that. “Get off me, asshole.” Thankfully, Bobby was still laughing as he rolled over, tumbling Tommy to the side. “Bet you wish you’d saved a cigarette now.”

Busted. “Who said I didn’t?”

“I know you too well for that, Tom. I bet you even put off coming home until your pack was gone.”

Tommy stretched out next to him, wrapped his arm around Bobby’s waist as Bobby tried to clean them both up. “Maybe I smoked extra fast so I could get back here and talk shit out before you fell asleep.”

Bobby snorted a laugh and shifted closer. “I bet you were sitting on Gene’s couch, smoking and drinking, trying to calculate how long you could stay out without me changing the locks.”

“Gene texted you, didn’t he?”

The grin on Bobby’s face was a good enough answer, but he said, “While you were getting your first beer.”

“He’s lucky he just gave me a raise, or I’d kick his ass.”

They settled after that, Tommy with his arms around Bobby’s shoulders, Bobby’s head on his chest, their feet tangled together under the blankets.

“Been a while since we rubbed off on each other like horny teenagers,” Bobby whispered, brushing kisses against Tommy’s skin with his words.

Tommy trailed his fingers through Bobby’s short blond hair. “I always feel like a horny teenager when I’m with you.” Cheesy? Probably. But true either way. He could feel Bobby’s breath, could tell he was about to fall asleep. “Speaking of horny teenagers, though….”

Bobby lifted his head, just enough to catch Tommy’s eye before relaxing against him again. “Davey told me what happened.”

“What’d you tell him?” Tommy asked, curious.

“Probably the same thing you told him. He’s too young, she’s too young, pissed off parents, teen pregnancy, condoms.” He pulled back to look at Tommy again, grinning this time. “Then I told him you’d turn him into a eunuch if he got caught making out with her on campus again.”

“That’s a goddamn promise. What’d he say?”

“‘What’s a eunuch?’”

Bobby couldn’t help but laugh. “Please tell me you explained. In detail.”

“I did.” Bobby started to laugh then, and Tommy held him a little tighter. “I told him he could carry his balls in a little sack around his neck.”

“I like it.”

“I’m not sure, but I think it was scarier coming from me,” Bobby said, rubbing his feet against Tommy’s. “Like, he’s used to you saying stuff like that. I don’t think he even hears it anymore. But for me to say it….”

“Yeah, you’re supposed to be the nice one, not the one threatening dismemberment.”

“Well. I did say you’d do it.”

“Fair enough,” Tommy whispered, already wanting to slip into sleep, but not wanting to stop talking either. This was his favorite part of the day. In bed, warm and safe, Bobby wrapped around him. Didn’t matter that they’d been at each other’s throats hours earlier. In a way, it didn’t even matter that they’d made a pretty huge fucking decision about their life and their future. These quiet moments—stolen bits of time that no one could take away from them—were the ones that mattered to Tommy. Talking about their day, Carrie’s report card, or Collin’s friend moving across town, Max and Zoe learning to write their numbers (with crayons, on the wall,) or the stupid shit Davey was up to…. It finally dawned on Tommy. They were already married.

“Hey,” Bobby whispered, tickling Tommy’s side. “You wanna make a big deal out of it, make an announcement and have a big party and all that, or just… us?”

Right. Getting married usually meant a wedding. “Hadn’t thought about it. What about you?”

Bobby shifted again, somehow got a little closer. “Honestly, Tom, I don’t care. We can go down to the courthouse and not tell anyone, or we can make it a huge thing.”

“I think your mother would turn us into eunuchs if we didn’t even tell her. Not to mention Colleen.”


Tommy thought for a moment, trying to find what would feel right for them—for all of them. “What about just the family? And maybe see if Sanders and his wife wanna come?” Bobby’s partner was as good as family to Bobby and Judy, it was only right he should be there.

“Gene too.”

“Yeah, Gene too. We could put on some nice suits, go down to the courthouse, do a fancy dinner after….”

Bobby let out a contented hum before he answered, as if he were picturing it first. “Sounds nice. I like it. What about a honeymoon? Take a little trip somewhere, maybe go back to Mexico?”

“Sounds expensive.” He didn’t give Bobby a chance to argue, though. “But, yeah, we should do it. Whole family, or just us?”

“We didn’t take them when we went down to Cancun. Might be cool to bring all the kids. We’ve never really done a family vacation before.”

Tommy turned onto his side, slipped his hand lower to wrap his arm around Bobby’s waist. “That sounds even more expensive.” He thought about it for the length of one heartbeat and said, “We’d be saving a lot of money by not doing a reception and all that shit, though.”

“I should always try to talk you into things right after you come,” Bobby said, obviously teasing. “You’re pushover.”

“You and your mother have worn me down. I can’t say no to a goddamn thing anymore.”

“Good,” Bobby whispered before leaning in and pressing his lips to Tommy’s. “So if I said we should take two trips, one with all the kids and one just for us, you’d just agree and fall asleep?”

“Why not?” Tommy rolled over, pushing Bobby onto his back and using him like a pillow. “We’ll just live with your mother the rest of our lives. Who needs to buy a house or put kids through college?”

“Yeah, like Colleen has asked for a single dime for tuition—you do realize, her dying words will be sorry for putting this on you guys.”

“That’s the god’s truth.” Tommy thought about it for a minute. Colleen needed a vacation from real life more than any of them. “Mike’ll probably get a scholarship.”

“We can put off buying a house for one more year….”

“We’re not exactly responsible with money, you get that, right?”

“Well, you are. Enough for both of us.”

“Not if I’m agreeing to this.”

“You can start being responsible again in a few months. After we get back from a two-part honeymoon.”

Tommy would’ve rolled his eyes if Bobby had been looking at him. “Fine. But this is the last thing you get to talk me into for a year. No. Five years.”

“Split the difference? Two and a half?”

Even that was unlikely and they both knew it.


Thank you to JH Knight for giving me this amazing ficlet, thank you to Piper Vaughn for having that wonderful Birthday Contest and thank you to Karrie Jax for her amazing fan art!

6 stars adult - 18+ Angst Level Audiobook Book Christmas coming of age Contemporary Cop/Crime Dreamspinner Fan Art Friends to lovers Gay Heat Index Homophobia Hopelessly Crying Humor Hurt/Abuse Karrie Jax m/m Mid level steam/heat Morgan Novel 140 pgs + (80K + words) Opposites attract

Re-Reading: The Last Thing He Needs Audiobook by JH Knight Narrated by Michael Stellman


Dreamspinner Presents:

Tommy O’Shea is raising his seven younger brothers and sisters without any help from his drug abusing father and stepmother. Since he was fifteen years old, he’s managed to keep the children fed and out of foster care. It takes up every ounce of his energy and the last thing he needs is romance complicating his life further.
Rookie cop Bobby McAlister doesn’t belong in Tommy’s harsh world, but Tommy can’t push him out. As their unlikely friendship turns into a tentative relationship, they weather the daily storm of Tommy’s life with a lot of laughs and more than a few arguments.
Tommy isn’t used to trusting outsiders, and he’s never asked for help in his life. But when a tragedy strikes the O’Shea family and threatens everything he’s fought for, he’ll have to learn to do both to recover from the brutal hit.


The Last Thing He Needs - J.H. Knight
(Originally Posted Here


Tommy O’Shea has a rough life. He’s in charge of his 6 younger siblings, didn’t finish high school, has drug-addled parents messing up his life, and he’s very poor.
Bobby McAlister has been around for most of Tommy’s life. He’s a gay cop who only wants to love and be loved.
It isn’t easy for Tommy to trust – everyone he knows has let him down – so when Bobby comes around, he’s immediately treated with a heavy dose of skepticism and mistrust.

With time, perseverance and a lot of love, Bobby worms his way in to Tommy’s life and heart and the result is this amazing love story written by JH Knight.
I was blown away by this story when I first read it. I’ve since re-read (and listened to) it many, many times as it stands on my “favorites” shelf with only a few other select titles.
The story is so sweet, so tender, yet tough and gritty at the same time.
The problems Tommy and his family face are realistic and heart-breaking and I really loved that the “gay” part was really the least of their worries.
This was a story about trust, devotion, optimism and most of all, family. Despite all the odds and all the reasons why things really should not have worked out, family prevails, and in ways we could never predict.
I really loved the relationship between Bobby and his mother, June. I just think her involvement in the story added that the icing to this delicious cake of a book. She rounded out the family and brought everyone in that much tighter. She reminded us that you’re never too old to need a “Mommy”.
I felt the love scenes were erotic and touching and just numerous enough to add texture to the story without being the focus. The kids were amazing and I really hope we see more of their stories in the future.
JH Knight gave us a WONDERFUL present with this “Epilogue”:


Michael Stellman did a fantastic job with his narration here. He doesn’t do anything over the top with the voices but does a really solid job with the emotion and the timing of the story. He subtly changes the tenor to differentiate the different characters and it allows you to become immersed in the story. I really got swallowed up by both the wonderful words of JH Knight and the way it is so artfully told by Michael Stellman. This is one of those audiobooks I will listen to again and again and I can’t recommend it highly enough.

6 of 5 stars


Reviewed by Morgan


Overtime by TS McKinney Book Blast – Prizes



Jagger Jameson could be the poster child for a nasty childhood campaign but he refused to allow it to dictate his future. At an early stage, he learned to shut down all emotions and focus solely on survival. As it turned out, survival came in the form of a basketball scholarship with the University of Kentucky Wildcats. As the rest of the team around him focuses on having a good time and building friendships, Jagger worries only about using his talent to help him escape the life that was dealt to him. Everything is going smoothly until somebody from his past makes a reappearance and with just the mention of a name, Jagger finds himself struggling to maintain his cool façade.
Colton Montgomery’s wealth allowed him the opportunity to have about anything in the world he could desire…except the only thing he’d ever really wanted – Jagger Jameson. When the opportunity to try and tame his Wildcat comes his way, Colton gladly accepts the challenge.
Pages or Words: 105,000 words

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

Jagger shower

Sure, it had been less than twenty-four hours since he’d come face to face with Colton Montgomery for the first time in four years, but he’d managed to think of nothing but Colton Montgomery every moment he was awake. He thought of the way Colton’s emerald eyes had looked at him so intently that he felt like the man could dig into his soul, see all his secrets, know all the things he didn’t want people to know. Dick had described it as ‘dude, Colton Montgomery just spent the last thirty minutes eye-fucking you’ and then summed it up with ‘and he wants to fuck you’ – typical Dick.
He’d thought he was prepared, thought he’d managed to build up an immunity against the rich prick that had stunned him years ago, but the second he’d walked through the door and saw him, every protective barrier he’d worked so hard to build over the years disintegrated with one lusty smirk from Colton. Fuck, he was in so much trouble. Riley knew….
One look in Riley’s eyes and Jagger didn’t have the first doubt that Riley knew he was attracted to Colton – hungry for Colton. His captain had given him a sympathetic look. It was as if he had somehow figured out that Jagger had always had the hots for a boy way out of his league and now, fucking now, when he didn’t need any distractions, that boy decided it would be fun to tease the poor kid – make him think he was wanted for something other than…hell, what was he good for if it wasn’t going to be sex? He’d never given himself to another man. Actually, Colton was the only man he’d ever looked at with those thoughts dancing around in his head. He’d fucked a handful of women over the years and enjoyed it…just enough to get the job done. There had never been the first doubt in his mind about his sexuality until Colton-fucking-Montgomery’s ten words. Fuck!
The basketball hit him square in the chest, bouncing away and damn near knocking the breath out of him. “Shit, sorry, Riley. I was going over some plays in my head. I’m good, I swear.” Thank the fuck they were just in warm-ups before the championship game. “We Will Rock You” was blasting over the speakers because that song never got old when it came to championship games, whipping the crowd into a frenzy. Championship games were always a bundle of excitement – add a Cinderella story into it, and the people and media ate it up. Shit, even half the state of Kentucky kinda hoped Florida Gulf would win or at least make a good showing.
What the fuck did they know? They didn’t have any idea what was on the line…how their winning might damn well destroy him. Sure, it was all fun and games for Colton Montgomery, but it was his fucking self-esteem, pride, and sanity up on the auction block.
“Get your head out of your ass, Jag. I’m going to need you at one hundred percent tonight if we plan on winning this game.” His hands flung around the arena. “The entire crowd is either openly pulling for Florida Gulf or secretly hoping they win. I feel like we’re up against everybody in this fucking arena and my fucking point guard has his head shoved all the way up his own fucking ass!” Yeah, his tirade ended with a scream. That was Riley for you. He hated to lose. Well…correction; he didn’t like losing but if everybody played their damndest, he could take it. When they lost because one or more of them ‘had their head up their fucking asses’, he completely lost it.
He was already losing it.
“My head isn’t up my ass, Riley. I’m good. When the whistle blows, I’m going to shove this ball all the way up Colton Montgomery’s arrogant fucking ass.” He gave Riley a fist bump, hoping that was a normal action. He’d seen others on the team doing it….
“I hope so, Jag. If not, I’m afraid he’s planning on shoving something else up yours.” Riley crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Jagger, waiting for a reaction…any reaction. He wasn’t disappointed. Well, he was disappointed because he was fucking certain that without their point guard playing top notch, they were damn well going to get beat, but, on the other hand, some life in the kid’s eyes was something to see. Finally….
“There’s no need to be gross, man. I’m ready. Colton Montgomery will not score the first point tonight, mark my words.”
Riley rolled his eyes. “I don’t necessarily think its gross, but I don’t think it’s what you’ve got penciled into that fucking life-plan that you’ve had since day-fucking-one.” He shoved another basketball against Jagger’s chest. “I’ll hold you to that promise of him not scoring any points, Jag…just don’t let him do the same to you.”
The warning buzzer sounded before Jagger could respond (and question the ‘not necessarily gross’ statement) and the crowd went absolutely nuts. This was it. Championship game – it would look awesome on any resume he sent out. If they won…no, when they won, he could probably pick which accounting firm in Kentucky he wanted to work with. It all came down to this night.
Even after he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do it, his eyes drifted to the other end of the court and immediately found his adversary. Colton Montgomery, in all his fucking, glorious, arrogant, rich beauty was staring right back, a confident smile curving his lush lips. He offered a wave and a wink. Jagger flipped him off and headed to his bench.
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Charles Fordham III has been expelled from Oxford and sent home with his tail between his legs. The self-professed “brat” has always gotten away with things because of his father’s influence and money. Poor Chas is in for the surprise of his life in the form of a tall, well-muscled, former Marine bodyguard… but even more daunting days may lie ahead. Have his years abroad prepared him for the expectations of his father when he’s forced to live up to his legacy?

Tate Heston returns home from Iraq when his beloved career is cut short by an IED. He’s used to turning boys into men and then leading them into battle where sometimes the good guys lose. This makes him even more hesitant about taking on a job guarding a spoiled brat, but he believes he can probably do what he does best…  make young Chas a man.

Not everyone wants to see the brat succeed in his father’s place. Things have been running just fine for years and the return of Charles Fordham III and the shake up his arrival causes, has his family’s enemies in a panic. But as the boy assumes his rightful place, Tate understands sometimes a man must take his fight to the enemy… regardless of battlefield… or boardroom.



Chas whirled on Tate, stalking up to him, probably having decided that he was the whole problem. Hell, Tate was totally fine with that. Better he hate him than his father. Hate was easy to handle but he was really surprised when he stopped right in front of him and shouted at him.

“You have no right to tell me how I should talk to my father, you… you cretin!” he screamed.

Tate was only slightly surprised as spittle flew out of Chas’s mouth when he spoke and he raised his hand. Is he gonna…?

Tate reached up and stopped Chas’s slap inches from his cheek as he viciously swung his hand toward him. Tate managed to grasp Chas’s wrist, stopping the blow and the action brought the young man flush up against his body. For a few seconds their faces were inches from each other and with all of Chas’s rage, the way his chest heaved with anger, Tate inexplicably felt his cock harden in his jeans. His fury is magnificent. Tate didn’t know whether he should stop the kid or just bend him over his father’s desk and fuck him right then and there and get it over with. He let the thought slide through his mind for a few seconds as he stared into Chas’s magnificent angry amber-colored eyes. It’s probably not the right time… more’s the pity.

Tate hesitated only a second and then tore his gaze away from the man’s, bringing Chas’s arm down and then around the man’s side so that he was forced to turn his back on Tate. Chas cried out as Tate deftly brought his hand up between his shoulder blades, causing him to bend forward to take the pressure off or have his arm snapped in the process. A second later, Chas’s knees gave out and he dropped to his knees on the thick carpet to relieve the pressure on his arm. Tate bent over him, still holding Chas’s fingers up behind his back with one hand. He laid his hand on the back of the young man’s neck, pushing his forehead firmly to the floor with the other hand.

“Ah! You’re hurting me!” Chas gasped out, drooling down toward the carpet beneath him. His body was shuddering but all the fight had gone out of him and he suddenly went boneless as his body relaxed.

Tate leaned down to speak softly at his ear. “No hitting. No slapping. No getting physical of any sort. That clear?” Go ahead. Fight me, you little fucker. I’ll have your jeans around your ankles and my dick up your ass so fast, you won’t know what hit you.

A second later Chas gave an almost imperceptible nod. His chest was heaving and Tate thought he heard a sob come out of the man as he grunted in pain again.

“Okay,” Chas finally ground out through gritted teeth, “Let me up.”


Character Interview Questions (from Tate’s Point of View)

1.What is your biggest fear? That some of the men I served with will never make it home.

  1. What is your most prized possession? My Grand Torino.
  2. What do you enjoy doing on your day off? Taking Chas sightseeing. He left the US when he was only 10 so helping him to discover his home (California and Los Angeles) is great. We take road trips and he’s growing to love our state.
  3. Your best childhood memory? Going on road trips with my mom and dad. We didn’t have money so that was our vacation. Sometimes, just going to see the ocean or a ball game in summer was the best time of my life.
  4. Where do you hope to be in five years? Living wherever Chas calls his happy place (hopefully by a beach).


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International bestselling author Patricia Logan, resides in Los Angeles, California. The author of several #1 bestselling erotic romances in English, Italian, French, and Spanish lives in a small house with a large family. When she’s not writing her next thriller romance, she’s watching her grandchildren grow up way too soon, and raising kids who make her proud every day. One of her favorite tasks is coaxing nose kisses from cats who insist on flopping on her keyboard while she types. Married to a wonderful man for 30 years, she counts herself lucky to be surrounded by people who love her and give her stories to tell every day.

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Strong Signal by Megan Erickson and Santino Hassell

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I was counting down the months until the end of my deployment. My days were spent working on military vehicles, and I spent my nights playing video games that would distract me until I could leave Staff Sergeant Garrett Reid behind.

That was when I met him: Kai Bannon, a fellow gamer with a famous stream channel.

I never expected to become fixated on someone who’d initially been a rival. And I’d never expected someone who oozed charm to notice me—a guy known for his brutal honesty and scowl. I hadn’t planned for our online friendship to turn into something that kept me up at night—hours of chatting evolving into filthy webcam sessions.

But it did. And now I can’t stop thinking about him. In my mind, our real life meeting is perfect. We kiss, we fall into bed, and it’s love at first sight.

Except, like most things in my life, it doesn’t go as planned.

*Strong Signal is a standalone, full-length novel with no cliffhanger*


Garrett is finishing out his last tour in Afghanistan while playing an online role playing game and being grumpy. He’s a mechanic and he thanks the military for getting him out of his crappy town but beyond that, he has no sentimental ties to his time in uniform. One night, while playing, his “dude” in the game is killed by some other “dude” and in terms of etiquette, Garrett feels he’s been slighted. So… he stalks the other “dude” and finds out so much more than how to get even.

Kai is an online gamer who gets paid to do it! He sits in front of a camera all day and records himself playing games and he’s so charming and interesting and good at what he does, people pay to watch him do it! (This is a real thing in life!) He finds Garrett’s “stalking” intriguing and they slowly go from reluctantly respectful of one another, to more and more curious, until one day they finally begin to talk to one another as people.

From that point on their relationship moves forward like any sort of “online” dating … a bit of information sharing, some flirting, then more flirting, then a lot of flirting… you get the idea.

By the time Garrett’s time is up, he and Kai are very close and Garrett is sure it will translate into a physical “real life” relationship. Kai knows it won’t….


This is one of the best books I’ve read… It literally has something in it for every single reader.

I’m not gonna give too much more away about the plot because really – that’s for you to discover. The important part of this is the amazing characters that Megan and Santino have created and the way they organically evolve for us over time. The parts of the book where two MCs are apart should feel “uncomfortanle” and be something that – as a reader- you want to race through to get the guys together. But the way these two writers did it, I couldn’t skim, couldn’t begrudge the distance, instead I was captivated by just watching their relationship develop – slowly – as it did over time.

This book is at times amazingly tender and sweet, then raunchy and “dirty”, followed by nerdy and hysterical, then moving and heart-wrenching. It seriously has it all. There were times I had to ask my IT-ish/Gamer-ish husband what the leet speak was so I could figure out what they were saying – but that’s part of the fun!

Kai and Garrett don’t do the “big misunderstanding”, they don’t lie, they don’t communicate super great – but hey – who does? – so their relationship really feels authentic. Kai’s illness is handled with grace and intelligence and Garrett is just about as huggable as can be. I loved them as a couple and enjoyed their online interactions almost as much as their in person interactions.

There are so many great secondary characters in this story as well and one of them gets his own book! I can’t wait to read that…

I highly recommend this book – it is truly wonderful – not surprising given that the two authors involved are so gifted – together their chemistry is off the charts!

6 of 5 stars


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Downpayment by AJ Mars

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Mike Barrow and his friends are among many boys in Manchester who think the city will be their chance to improve themselves. But for now Mike is living in a damp flat with his friend Callum, and they’re both making ends meet by working the streets. When Mike meets Chris Wildsmith, a late-twenties entrepreneur, he thinks he’s hooked a job that will pay his rent for several weeks—a windfall already.

But his connection with Chris quickly goes beyond what’s normal between rent boy and client. Mike meets Chris’s friends, goes to Chris’s parties with him as his “boyfriend,” and finds himself swept up in a world he’s never known. He’s sure it’s all going to go horribly wrong, and when Chris’s work colleague figures them out and becomes violent, he’s almost proven right. But Mike isn’t the only one who has confused professionalism with something else. The breakup that follows gives Mike the impetus he needs to relaunch himself as somebody else, a man who will hopefully be someone Chris very much wants to be with.


If you’ve seen the movie “Pretty Woman” you know the basic plot summary of Downpayment. Substitute an insecure British guy for Julia Roberts and a set it in the UK.


I don’t normally like to be abrupt with my reviews, especially since I appreciate how it can be difficult to be a writer and put something out there for people to read and consider, but this just was too similar to the movie for comfort. I love the idea of doing a male, British take on the movie – there are a lot of ways it could have been really fun and interesting – but it just didn’t come across in this book.

There were several times the POV changed and it was hard for me to know from which perspective I was reading. Sometimes, when a book is very “British”, it takes a moment for the word choice and rhythm to take over and my brain to catch up, and this is such a book, only I never quite “caught up”.

From a “romantic” perspective, there are definite moments of great “feels” and I suppose if I’d never seen the movie I might have enjoyed this book, but it just never felt “right” to me.

(The cover does NOT match the content, FYI.)

2.75 of 5 stars


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Interview with the amazingly talented REESE DANTE





Reese Dante Interview (Morgan and Reese GRL 2015)





I should just put her work up here and say “‘Nuf Said” because it’s so obvious by her work that she’s amazingly talented – but… that’s not all!  She’s also a gifted writer and a terrific person to boot!

She graciously answered some questions I posed and here are her answers:

RD: First and foremost, THANK YOU for the invite!

I want to start with a very basic intro. I have two personas in the M/M genre.

Reese Dante is my designer side. I work with both publishers and self-pub authors to design cover art (I also design covers for MF and ménage, as well as other pairings and genres).

Jaime Reese is my M/M author side. To date, I’ve published three contemporary romance titles in The Men of Halfway House series and have a fourth tentatively scheduled for release in Spring 2016.



What is your background (in art)?

I’m actually a self-taught artist. I doodled on random pieces of paper and I drew my first portrait in middle school. I’ve worked with several media—including charcoal, oils, acrylics, watercolors—but prefer pencil portrait sketching.

For a long list of reasons, I decided to go to school and focus on a traditional career. I hold degrees in marketing and business management (BBA, MBA). I worked my way up the corporate ladder for 15½ years before finally turning away from a management position to focus on art.

I believe everything happens for a reason (if you’ve read one of my books, that phrase probably sounds familiar LOL). I don’t regret the time spent while working in a traditional office setting. I learned a lot about myself and my limitations and I do believe it contributed heavily to making me the person I am today.

Art has always been my escape, my safe place and I noticed I turned to it more in the latter years of my corporate term. It was the one thing I did that always put a smile on my face. It took me a long time to get here, but I finally found my way to doing what I’ve always loved for the right reasons. And I’ve never been happier.






How do you pick which covers you’ll do?

I think it’s more of a question of which cover I won’t do. I have a few hot buttons, but I’ve only turned away one cover commission as a result of it and that was years ago.

The main driving force is my schedule. If I can’t make the requested deadline, I don’t accept the job. I’m hesitant to take on another project at the risk of compromising quality. I like to tinker with a design for a while and come back to it. I can do this endlessly because there’s always something new I see or another detail I think might work, so I prefer to have time that allows for that.


What percentage of the books do you actually read in entirety (if any)?

I don’t read a book before I work on a cover design. To be candid, it’s a time issue. As an alternative, I usually work off a completed form that provides me with enough information regarding the manuscript and characters. And I’m not shy about asking for additional bits of info or clarification on any points. I need to have a good handle on the story before I can work on the design.


Where do you get your images from (faces, bodies, etc)  Is there a place for that?  (IE stock photo sites etc)

I use different sources depending upon the project and what’s needed. I usually use stock sites but have, on occasion, coordinated licensing agreements with photographers for a particular image or model.


Some of the other covers I’ve seen – not yours – have the same model over and over again.  How does that happen?  (Not sure of the process for cover making.)

Sadly, most cover artists and authors have limited resources and budgets.  And the cost of stock images, fonts, and other elements (software and tools) can start to add up. Most of the stock I see (and use) are from microstock sites.  They make it affordable and easy to use beautiful pictures. And with royalty free licenses, you can typically reuse without rebuying—so that makes it increasingly desirable. And believe it or not, there are authors who specifically request ‘that guy on cover X’ or model Y.

Seeing the same model and face, over and over… it’s frustrating and it happens – to all of us.  I’ve come to grudgingly accept it.  It’s the trade-off we accept with the use of microstock. It’s one of the reasons some people like to crop out the face. However, I try to change the models a little when I can (eyes, hair, clothing, etc.) to reduce some of the initial shock of seeing the same model.  Sometimes, the model looks completely different than the stock shot when I finish with the changes (yay!).


I know you can’t tell me your favorite cover(s) – can you tell me which ones were the hardest to make?  The most fun to make? 

No. LOL I won’t list a favorite or the most fun or the most difficult.

I will say I love a challenge. So molding a stock model to match a character is something I enjoy. I also enjoy designs where I’m granted more creative freedom. And anything with tattoos and angels always make me smile.


Is it different making your own covers?


The covers for The Men of Halfway House series feature one of my characters from each story. I want them to be the central focus because these are their stories and struggles. The first step of my process is to know my characters, and that usually begins with a clear visual. Unfortunately, I can easily delay writing until I find that perfect shot—or at least am able to find an image I can tweak to match the visual in my mind. After that, the story flows very easily.

So I will take the time to hunt for the perfect photo and tweak as needed until my character is staring right back at me. And I can happily say, I’ve been lucky to have that happen with each of the covers in my series.

When I work on a cover for someone else, it’s a bit tougher for two reasons. First, I don’t know their story. I typically have a series of responses to questions I use as a guide and commonly ask follow-up questions. And oftentimes, there are critical details I might not know because I didn’t ask the ‘right’ question. You’d be surprised how much info an author keeps safely tucked in their mind. 🙂

Second, authors typically ‘create’ their character based on a list of traits or are inspired by a celebrity image. They might have a photo of a celebrity, but it’s not necessarily the ‘face,’ it’s the attitude, or general vibe of the shot. So matching another person’s visual can be a little challenging at times because I can’t ‘see’ it as clearly as I can see my own characters. But it’s a challenge I openly welcome. 🙂



Any advice for aspiring cover artists?

Learn the craft. Your designs represent the story for the author but they also represent you as an artist. Define your own style. It’s what will make you different from other artists.



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4 stars adult - 18+ Angst Level Book Contemporary Established Couple Gay Geek/Jock Heat Index Homophobia m/m Mid level angst Mild/low level heat New Adult Novella 20-160 pgs (20k-40k words) Part of a Series Purchased Valentine's Day

A Valentine’s Memory (Memories book 3) by Max Vos









There’s a lot going on this Valentine’s Day for the Sutton family. Adam and J.J. have a romantic evening ahead of them, and they’re not the only ones.

Unfortunately, Thad has something else on his mind, and it’s gnawing away at him. When he finally tells his new family what’s going on, it’s all hands on deck to help him.

No one messes with the Suttons….





Our favorite couple – JJ and Adam – are back! JJ and Adam are both trying to plan a surprise evening of romance and at the same time help their adopted brother Thad with his romantic evening with Jason.

Thad has some super creepy stalker issues to deal with and we get some surprising information about Adam’s mom.

In the end – we get more Sutton madness and crazy naked time – on Valentine’s Day!


This is another lovely installment in the series. I just love this couple and find anything they end up doing so very charming.

Fans of the series will love this little holiday story.

4 of 5 stars


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28542624by A.J. Marcus

Inspiration for books can come from a lot of different places. I like writing about animals and luckily Nicole Godfrey does too, so we work well together. When we first approached the idea of writing a book together, I asked Nicole what she’d like to do. I’m fairly versatile when it comes to most things in life, including my writing, but I figured she was going to want to work on something with shifters in it. She then said she wanted to do a Native American horse shifter. I thought it was a great idea and said he should fall in love with a cowboy. That’s where we started with the whole thing.

As we brainstormed the idea, it hit me that the horse shifter should be some kind of guardian over wild horses. Right now there’s a lot of ranchers in the west trying to eradicate our wild horses, that gave us a starting point to delve into Derek Dancing Hawk. He’s very wrapped up in what’s going on with the wild horses, but you’ll have to read the book to see just who wrapped up, and how Cole, our cowboy, fits into the efforts of Derek and the other horse shifters. I think we came up with an interesting idea and hope the readers agree and find it entertaining.

For readers familiar with my Mountain Spirit mysteries, they’ll see a little seasoning of causes in here. But finding a way to season a book with a little knowledge can be a fine line for a lot of authors. If done wrong it can come across as fairly heavy handed, which is never good, too little and the readers don’t get much out of it. In “Hoofbeats” we touch on a couple of things, the plight of wild horses, drugs are bad, and coyote feeds on chaos.

We incorporated a bit of Native American spirituality into the book, thanks to Nicole’s personal heritage and some of the studies I’ve done over the year. For me, I’ve always enjoyed Coyote tales, we’re both story tellers. You’ll find a few paw prints in this book, and I’m not telling who, but Coyote actually has two rolls, but we tried to be subtle with it as opposed to bashing readers over the head. Think of out as our little Easter eggs for the readers. Again, feeding folks a little bit of information, enough to not distract from the overall story which if Cole and Derek falling in love and overcoming the forces set against them.

We’re going to do a comment give away. We’ll do a random drawing tomorrow and post the winner. Leave us a comment with either your favorite Native American tale, or your favorite kind of shifter. The winner will get an e-copy of “Hoofbeats”



Derek and Cole go looking for the Coyote who’s haunting their joint dreams:

In the distance a coyote howled.

Cole straightened and listened. “And what’s with that damned coyote? He’s howling in the real world and in our dreams. I don’t get it.”

“Me either.” Derek stood. “What do you say we try to find him? If he’s here in our dreams, we should be able to track him down.”

“And do what? Question him?”

“Sure, why not?”

“’Cause he’s a coyote.” Cole shook his head as he accepted the hand Derek offered him and stood.

“Right. According to legend, Coyote was the first of the shifters. He’s the one who granted all the other shifters the power to change shape.”

Cole cocked an eyebrow as Derek’s human body blurred, quickly replaced by his horse form. “So Coyote’s some kind of shifter god?”

Sure. Actually you should know that he’s also one of the major Native American gods. Almost all the tribes revere him. If he’s joining us in here, there’s got to be a reason.” Derek butted Cole with his head. “Come on, climb on board. We can chase him down faster like this.

“You know, there’s one weird thing I still don’t understand.” Cole put his hands on Derek’s broad back, bounced twice, and jumped up.

A soft chuckle rose up as Cole wrapped his legs around Derek. “Just one? You’re accepting all this fairly well.

Cole leaned over and patted Derek’s neck as Derek took off, going from standing still to a smooth gallop in a split second. “Why can’t you just talk to me like normal when you’re in horse shape in the dreams?”

No clue. I’ll have to think on that one for a bit.

As the wind of Derek’s passing whipped around them, the coyote howled again. It helped Cole feel a little better that they were trying to 92

find answers to one of the things they were questioning. Having no clear and easy course to follow made his life even harder.

Derek ran in the direction of the howls. But they never found the coyote. After a while joyful yips replaced the howls, like the coyote was playing with them. By then heavy sweat coated Derek and Cole both.

“Let’s give it up.” Cole sat back like he would on a normal horse he wanted to slow down.

I’m good with that.” Even Derek’s mental voice sounded tired. “This is worse than trying to chase prairie dogs.” Derek turned back toward the herd, moving at a sedate walk.

A heavy yawn escaped Cole. “We should probably try to get some real sleep.”

Yeah.” Derek’s mental yawn was nearly as loud as Cole’s real one. “I just wish we were together in the real world.

“We will be.” Cole slid off Derek’s back as they approached the herd.

Derek shifted back to his human form. “Yeah, I know, but I don’t like waiting.” He took Cole in his arms. “I want to do this anytime the urge hits.” He kissed Cole.

“Me too.” Cole stopped and pulled Derek down into the lush green grass.

They settled into each other’s arms with light kisses. Soon fatigue overtook them and, as the coyote howled and Derek snored softly, Cole drifted off to sleep.



After a run of bad luck, gifted horse trainer Cole Frasier thinks he’s lost his touch. When he’s offered three times his normal rate to gentle a stallion, he needs the money badly enough he jumps at the opportunity, even if his boss is of questionable morality.

Once he meets Midnight Blood, he knows there’s something special about the horse, but he doesn’t know how special until he begins sharing dreams with the magnificent steed.

Derek Dancing Hawk is a horse shifter trapped in his horse form due to guilt over losing the wild herd he was guarding. When he meets Cole, as Midnight Blood, he wants to find a way to be human again. During a fight between Cole and the ranch foreman, he manages to shift and save Cole, but his transformation from horse to human is captured on camera. This not only gives Cole’s boss blackmail material, but also creates the need to warn the horse shifter council of the threat to their anonymity. The existence of shifters is a closely guarded secret, one they will go to great lengths to keep.

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A.J. has been writing to pass the time since high school. The stories he wrote helped him deal with life. A few years ago, he started sharing those stories with friends who enjoyed them and he has started sending his works out into the world to share with other people. He lives in the mountains with his extremely supportive husband. They have a lot of critters, including dogs, cats, birds, horses, and rabbits. When not writing, A.J. spends a lot of time hiking, trail riding or just driving in the mountains. Nature provides a lot of inspiration for his work and keeps him writing. He is also an avid photographer and falconer. Don’t get him started talking about his birds, because he won’t stop for a while.

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Nicole Godfrey is a writer who calls the beautiful city of Colorado Springs home, along with her fury children. She was born in Omaha, NE. and has lived in Florida and Tennessee. Her writing career started with poetry at a young age, leading to her first publication at the age of twelve. Poetry eventually evolved into the love of storytelling, and any good story, no matter the genre, is open to her creative mind. She has two short stories published through Colorado Springs Fiction Writers Group; A Page Lost in An Uncommon Collection, and The Power of the Word in Remnants and Resolutions: Tales of Survival.
When she’s not writing, Nicole actively participates in Amtgard and loves to play table-top RPG’s. Art has also been a part of her life since a young age, so she spends as much time as possible playing with different mediums.