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I don’t want to put the instructions in this blog post, because I don’t want to confuse people and have them enter on my blog, because it’s a Facebook-only contest. So, Hop over to Facebook, and get Trick or Treating! And good luck!! <3
Best Friends Perfect Book Three
Available from Wilde City Press http://www.wildecity.com/books/gay-mainstream/best-friends-perfect-book-3/
Blurb: What happens when your perfect new best friend isn’t so perfect after all?
1999, Kieran, 18 is at uni searching London for Prince Charming with new best friend, Jo. Between his new uni friends, American students Julie and The Sarahs, his work at the hospital and his studies he’s keeping himself busy.
But all Kieran wants is to share this with Jo, but he’s disappeared with his boyfriend, Irish student Andrew. Why doesn’t Sean call Kieran back?
And then something happens to turn Kieran’s world upside down, when he really needs his friends around him.
How far can you really push a practical joke? How many frogs does a boy have to kiss, until he meets his Prince Charming? And what do you do when your friend can’t see what’s in front of his face?
About Liam Livings
Liam Livings lives where east London ends and becomes Essex. He shares his house with his boyfriend and cat. He enjoys baking, cooking, classic cars and socialising with friends. He escapes from real life with a guilty pleasure book, cries at a sad, funny and camp film – and he’s been known to watch an awful lot of Gilmore Girls in the name of writing ‘research’.
He has written since he was a teenager, started writing with the hope of publication in 2011. His writing focuses on friendships, British humour, romance with plenty of sparkle.
You can connect with Liam
I want to disclose some information about Exchange of Hearts. This little 39,000 word novella started its life about four or five years ago, as a 20,000 word contest entry.
That’s right. I wrote what is now the first half of the story as an entry to a fanfiction contest. The story didn’t do any good (and seriously, after re-reading it, how it was submitted, I’m not surprised LOL) and to be honest, I forgot all about it.
I never posted it online. It was never available to anyone outside of the contest, and it sat on my hard drive, untouched, for years.
I can’t remember what I even went looking for, but stumbled onto an old file in the deep, dark depths of old writings, and found it. And so I re-read it… It was poorly written, a sure sign of my growth and experience as a writer some four years later, but it was cute. It had potential. It needed reworking, it needed fixing, and it needed expanding.
So that’s what I did. Exchange of Hearts is now 39,000 words long, and it’s sooooo much better. I’m glad I gave these boys more life, and I’m glad I gave them the story they deserve.
I believe in full disclosure, and am never anything but honest with my readers. I want people to be able to make informed decisions before they spend money. That’s all. Some will care, some won’t give a toss. But no one can say they were never told.
I hope you enjoy Harrison and Levi’s story. <3
Exchange of Hearts has a cover!! The wonderful Sara York has done it again, and given my boys a beautiful, perfect visual representation of their story. Release date is November 13!
Eighteen-year-old Harrison Haddon has grown up alone. Surrounded by wealth, nannies, and material things, all he craves is the approval of his father. Sent away to the boarding school his father and grandfather attended, it’s assumed he will follow in their footsteps from Sydney’s prestigious Ivy League school straight into medical school.
But Harrison doesn’t want to be a doctor.
He dreams of music and classical piano. His only true happiness, his escape from the world expected of him, is dismissed by his intolerant and emotionally detached parents.
Levi Aston arrives from London for a three-month student exchange program. Free-spirited and confident in who he is and what he wants to do with his life, Levi convinces Harrison not give up on his dreams.
But convincing Harrison not to give up on his family might not be so easy.
Exchange of Hearts is a 39,000 word novella, and will be available at all the usual ebook outlets, and later in paperback. There will be no pre-order buy links this time. I will post all links when I have them <3
Moving from a Texas ranch to an Australian Outback station was a life changing decision for Travis Craig. Though it wasn’t really a decision at all. Something in his bones told him to go, though he had no clue as to why.
Until he met Sutton Station’s owner, Charlie.
Loving Charlie shouldn’t have been easy. The man was stubborn, and riddled with crippling self-doubt. No, it shouldn’t have been easy at all. Yet somehow, falling in love with Charlie was the easiest thing in the world.
Loving him was easy. Living with him, teaching him how to love in return and, more importantly, how to love himself, was not.
But Travis knew all along it’d be worth it. He knew the man with the red dirt heart was destined to be his. Just like he knew the red dirt that surrounded him was where he was supposed to be.
In the final instalment of the Red Dirt Series, we see Charlie through Travis’ eyes. We see how much he’s grown and how much he loves. We go back to Texas with them, and we see Charlie get everything he truly thought he never deserved.
Red Dirt Heart 4 is Travis’ story.
And this is the story of not just one red dirt heart, but two.
Looking at Charlie Sutton was real easy. He was works-the-land fit, with no-fussing short brown hair, sun-tanned skin, the brownest brown eyes and a killer smile.
When he showed it, that is.
Like now, lazin’ in the sunshine with his eyes closed, the corner of his lips were curled just so. He was wearing his swimming trunks—or boardies, as he called ’em—his hair was still a little wet from the pool, and water was drying on his skin. I could look at him all day.
“What?” he asked. He didn’t even open his eyes. “I know you’re lookin’ at me. I can feel it.”
I rolled onto my side on the sun chair beside the pool, shoved my arm under my head and full-on stared at him. “We should vacation more often,” I told him.
He opened one eye, looked right at me, smiled and went back to snoozin’. “I’ve vacationed more these last eighteen months than I have my entire life.”
I thought back to the other trips we’d done. Charlie wanted me to see more of the Northern Territory than just the Alice and Sutton Station. He took me to Kakadu, to Uluru and Kings Canyon, which to most people are just spectacular natural wonders. To me they were a geological history lesson, and Charlie said I drove the tour guides nuts with questions. But it was incredible, and it made me fall in love with this place just a little bit more.
Right now we were in Darwin, the Territory’s capital, the most northern capital in Australia. Closer to Indonesia than any other major city in Australia, it was the smallest, most laid-back capital of anywhere I’d seen. It was more like a big coastal country town, but there were some creature comforts. Like being poolside at the SkyCity Hotel. Five stars of absolute luxury.
But it wasn’t the marble foyers and expensive furniture, fancy food and room service that I loved. It was seeing Charlie all well-slept and stress-free that made it worth every penny.
We’d spent the entire morning in bed, had a late lunch and spent the afternoon by the pool.
“Well, this isn’t technically a vacation.” I rolled onto my back. “We are here for work.”
Charlie lifted his head and looked around the tropical pool, the ferns and the cocktail bar. “Doesn’t look much like to work to me.”
I snorted. “Well, it kind of is. You’re here on official business, and I’m your personal assistant.”
“My personal assistant?”
Charlie laughed and closed his eyes again. He soaked up the sun, the smile still gracing his lips, and he looked so damn good.
I sighed contentedly. Content. That’s what I was. Charlie couldn’t understand it—I think he thought I was crazy—but I just loved it here.
Not just here. Not just Australia, not the Outback, not just riding horses and chasing cattle through the red dirt and burning sun. Hell, even winter was warm. I loved it all.
I loved Charlie.
The most stubborn, infuriating, impossible and absolutely wonderful guy. I was still looking at him. I hadn’t stopped yet. Charlie was pretty clear on the no public displays of affection; even though he wasn’t hiding who he was, he still didn’t want to be blatantly offensive about it. He’d reasoned that we were here on business and should act accordingly, which I had no problem with.
The fact that he’d put his hand on my back when we stepped into the elevator or how he’d make a point of touching me if he thought someone was checking me out made me smile. It was such a Charlie thing to do. He was a mix of old-fashioned gentleman and green-eyed monster, and the way he struggled with both was almost comical. He was the type to hold a door open for me, and he’d blush and smile at a compliment. But if he thought for one second another guy was even thinkin’ of hitting on me, he’d find a way to touch me in a not very subtle he-belongs-to-me-so-fuck-off kind of way.
And belong to him I did.
We were technically engaged. I’d asked him to marry me and he said yes. But we hadn’t told anyone or made it more official than that. I didn’t need to. Just knowing was enough.
Like I said. Content. Happy. At peace with my place in the world. Home.
I just wished we could stay right by that pool all night, but our time here in Darwin was short and our list of things to do was long. “What time is dinner tonight?”
“Sam said they’d get here around seven.”
Sam, Charlie’s new-found brother, lived in Darwin, and we’d already seen him twice in the two days we’d been here. Charlie suggested dinner at the hotel we were staying at, and Sam suggested hitting the bars the next night. We had a dinner meeting already planned, Charlie had explained, but Sam insisted we go out afterward. So Charlie relented, and our three-day stay in Darwin was fully booked.
Not that I minded. I loved that Charlie was forging a relationship with Sam. They spoke on the phone often in the last twelve months, and although this was our first time visiting Sam and Laura, Charlie’s biological mother, in Darwin, Sam had visited us at the station twice. He loved it. It was like some working farm-stay vacation for him. He got to ride horses and dirt bikes, camp out, and he did his share of jobs and chores.
I liked Sam. He was a so much like Charlie, just a city version is all, and despite my hesitation at the very beginning, I was so glad they’d met. I’d even taken to liking Laura. She was patient with Charlie, and Lord knows if anyone’s gonna get to know Charlie, they needed patience by the truckload. It seemed to me that Laura’s motive for reconnecting with Charlie wasn’t for herself, but more for her son. She wanted Sam and Charlie to be brothers, or friends at the very least.
Which they were. They just kinda clicked.
They had the same sense of humour, which meant they found things funny in their heads. When someone said something, they’d just kind of look at each other and smile, as though only they understood the reference. It was entertaining to watch, and dinner was no different.
Sam, his girlfriend Ainsley, Laura and her husband Steve met us at the restaurant. Charlie, looking all clean-shaven, well-dressed and smelling even better, spent the night talking and laughing with his brother. He had his foot hooked around mine or his hand on my knee under the table most of the night, and I’d smile every time he’d laugh. “No, no, no,” he said, telling them about the email he’d received about taking on another post-grad student for an exchange program, like the one I’d done that landed me on his doorstep. “Last time I agreed to that, the bloody guy never left,” he said, putting his arm around my shoulder.
Everyone laughed at that, or maybe at my expression. “Thanks a lot. I specifically remember someone asking me to stay.”
Charlie chuckled and squeezed my knee. “And the guy before that was an English fella who almost cooked himself.”
Sam laughed. “Didn’t handle the heat too well?”
“Nah, apparently not. I was in Sydney when he was there, so I didn’t see firsthand, but from what I heard, it wasn’t pretty.”
“But the American guy worked out okay, didn’t he?” Ainsley asked, winking at me.
Charlie looked at me and smiled. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve decided to keep him.”
“So why don’t you want another agronomy student?” Sam asked. “Everything’s settled down for you now, hasn’t it? I mean, you were busy as hell before, but it’s quieter now, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Charlie conceded, and then he shrugged. “Everything right now is perfect. I’ve got my degree—finally—thanks to Trav, I’ve got another year at least on the board of the Beef Farmers Association, we’ve got the supermarket supplier contract, Ma’s been given the all-clear health-wise and everything’s running smoothly.”
“He doesn’t want to jinx it,” I told them. “Charlie seems to think if he pushes his luck, it will all go to shit.”
Charlie didn’t even try and deny it. He just laughed. “Everything is great at the moment. I don’t need some kid from God-knows-where gettin’ lost in the desert.”
My mouth fell open. “I’m not some kid. And I didn’t get lost in the desert. Your horse threw me off.”
Charlie’s eyes widened as he obviously realised what he’d said and he squeezed my knee. “I didn’t mean you!” He laughed. “But yes, you did all those things.”
I fought a smile. “Yeah, it’s all fun and games until someone nearly dies in the desert.”
Charlie smiled at me, but there was a softness in his eyes, and he leaned his arm against mine a bit, giving me a gentle nudge in an it-wasn’t-fun-and-games-at-all kind of way.
“How’s Nugget?” Laura asked.
“Oh, he’s great,” Charlie said, lighting up immediately. “Still a pain in the butt. Well, he’s less of a pain in the butt now that I don’t have to feed him at night, but he still runs around the house.”
“Still chews everything,” I added.
Charlie chuckled at that. “He chews Trav’s things. Not anyone else’s.”
Laura laughed. “And how is that adorable little Grace?” It had been a few months since Laura had seen her.
“Well, Gracie’s just the cutest thing,” Charlie said. “She’s walking now, saying some words. I’m trying to get her to say ‘Uncle Charlie,’ but it just makes her laugh.” Charlie just beamed when he talked about Trudy and Bacon’s little girl. He always did. “It’s her birthday this weekend. That’s why we gotta go home the day after tomorrow. There’s a very important party we need to get ready for.”
“Charlie’s spoiling her rotten,” I told her.
“I don’t spoil her,” he said defensively. “I just…”
“Spoil her,” I finished for him. I was smiling at him. That girl had him wholly wrapped around his little finger. He might have been some tough cattle rancher, but that little girl would just have to giggle and put her arms up to him, and he’d pick her up and be a big puddle of baby goo.
Yet I still couldn’t get him to talk about having kids with me.
He had no clue how to see himself the way I do or how to think he deserved such things in life. It’d taken me two years just to get him to realise he deserved to be loved. I knew I was in for a long haul to get him to see he could get married and have kids. But I didn’t mind. I could wait.
I knew his reluctance, his hesitation in wanting kids had nothing to do with me. It was a deep-rooted fear of being a father—or more to the point, being his father.
I knew that. I just had to get Charlie to see it too.
And what I thought might take years and the slowest of steps took a huge freakin’ leap that night. After a whole year of nothing, not a word, not a mention, Charlie said something I wasn’t supposed to hear.
After we’d eaten dinner, we moved to the bar. It was a five-star resort-style bar, there were patio chairs and tables by the pool, and we found ourselves having a few after-dinner cocktails. I had offered to buy a round for all of us and Laura had come with me to the bar. Charlie and Sam were talking, and maybe there was a lull in the music or maybe his voice carried, but we could hear Charlie crystal clear.
“Travis asked me to marry him.”
Just like that.
Laura’s eyes shot to mine, and her hand went to my arm. She was smiling. “Is it true?”
I was stuck for words, dumbfounded that after a year of barely talking about it to me, he’d just blurt it out like that. “Um.” I shook my head in wonder and snorted. “Um, yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell us earlier?” she asked. An innocent question, really.
“Well, I asked him a year ago. He said yes, but, um…” I tried to think of how to say this without hurting her feelings, “Well, he hasn’t mentioned it in a long while, and I’m guessing he just wants Sam to know.” I cringed. “Sorry, but I don’t think we were supposed to hear that.”
Laura glanced over to Sam and Charlie and her smile faltered just a bit, but she took a breath and raised her chin. “I’m just glad they get along. They have each other now and that’s all I can really ask for.”
“I’m glad too,” I told her. “And I’m glad he has you, as well. I know you’ve chatted over the last year or so, and I know he still seems a little defensive sometimes, but, Laura, can I tell you something?”
Laura took a deep breath, as if steeling herself for bad news, but she nodded. “Yes, of course.”
I turned to face the bar and spoke quiet enough so there was no way Charlie could hear. “When I first came here, he was… I don’t want to say the word broken, because he wasn’t, but he was very detached from the people in his life. I guess he figured the only way to be with people and to survive at Sutton Station was to be just like his dad.”
Laura nodded sadly. “Oh. I gathered that much from what George and Katie told me. Charlie never talks about it…”
That didn’t surprise me. “He won’t talk about it. It’s not easy for him. It’s taken me two years to fix him, Laura, and I’m a long way from being done.”
She gave me a sad smile. “You’re so good to him.”
I looked back at Charlie then, who was now laughing at something Sam had said. “Don’t think him not telling you things about himself is a reflection on you, because it’s not. It’s about him. But I can tell you this much, the fact that he wants you in his life, that you’re here with him now at all, is huge for him. And him telling Sam just now about us being engaged”—I shook my head slowly—“well now, that’s kinda monumental.”
Laura smiled at me. “So you haven’t set a date?”
I barked out a laugh. “Ah, no. I literally asked him a year ago, and he hasn’t even told Ma or George yet, so no, we’re a while away from that.”
“Really?” She tilted her head. “He hasn’t told anyone?”
“Well, he told Sam just now.”
“But it’s been a year!” she whispered, obviously baffled.
I laughed. “Welcome to living on Charlie Sutton time. It’s either everything all at once, or trying to fill an ocean one drop at a time.”
And the epilogue…
The epilogue, found at the back of Red Dirt Heart 4, was the final scene of the series. Split into time-fragments, snippets of insight, not just of Charlie and Travis, but the legacy of Sutton Station.
Charlie Sutton would never have a true HEA without knowing Sutton Station, his few million acres of red dirt that he loved so much, wasn’t in good hands.
History isn’t always what it seems…
Twelve months after his change, Alec MacAidan is still getting used to his many vampire talents. While most vampires would give anything to have more than one supernatural power, Alec craves nothing more than peace and time alone with Cronin. But when Alec meets entities from outside this realm, he’s left powerless in their presence.
Zoan are half-lycan, half-dragon creatures that have slipped through time and reality, seemingly undetected by man and vampire. Or have they? They bear an uncanny resemblance to gargoyles, leaving Alec’s view on all things weird to get a whole lot weirder.
This new quest leads Alec, Cronin, and their band of friends to Paris, Rome, and Moscow, where they learn that gargoyles aren’t simply statues on walls. In the underground pits beneath churches all over the world, Alec discovers the Key’s true destiny. Facing the Zoan might take every talent he has. And he may need help from the dead to get them all out alive.
Sinfully Addicted to All Male Romance: 5 stars… ” It’s impressive to write a single wonderful, powerful, exquisitely-written book, but to do it over and over again is nothing less than remarkable – and stunning. Ms. Walker exists among that pantheon of top authors who seem to always get it exactly right.” Read here.
Bayou Book Junkie: 5 stars… “I wish I could rate this higher than 5 Stars, because it deserves more than that! I don’t know how she does it, but everything Ms. Walker puts on paper turns to magic. She pulls you in and makes you fall in love with her characters. She writes the epic love stories.” Read here.
Molly Lolly: 4.5 stars… “I so enjoyed this story. This series is absolutely fabulous in how it takes history and brings new life to it. It’s also fascinating how there’s all these similarities and recurring themes in different cultures and times.” Read here.
Just Love: 4 stars… “Final conclusion: this series is awesome and ridiculous and I love it. Where else are you going to vampire mummies, vampire Genghis Khan, evil time-controlling gargoyles, and a bunch of scorching hot gay vampire sex? It’s cheesier than a bag of Cheetos, but it’s also a blast to read, and I was making grabby hands at my computer screen when I saw this third book announced.” Read here.
The Blogger Girls: “My heart was drained over Alec and his aging human father. I could feel his grief and worrying over living an eternity without his dad. I am sooo glad that this story ended on a happy note, because I felt such an attachment to Alec and Kole and would have been devastated otherwise. The reader is left to make their own ending on that front, and mine was unicorns and butterflies.” Read here.
Alec sat back in the chair and held in a sigh, feeling every bit the lab rat he’d become. Since he’d changed into a vampire a year ago, he’d been put through test after test, so each and every one of his unending list of talents could be explored and documented.
He’d agreed to this, and he knew it was the right thing to do, but in that very moment, he wished to be doing anything else.
And with talents for making errant thoughts an instant reality—like setting fire to sofas and making Xbox controllers explode in Eiji’s hand because he’d somehow won—it wasn’t a good frame of mind to be in.
He loved Jodis. He really did. She had become one of his best friends. But she’d also taken it upon herself to document his talents, and he’d just about had enough for one day. If replicating wasn’t a talent so frowned upon in the vampire world, he’d make a copy of himself to endure Jodis’ tests while he and Cronin hid out in their bedroom. He’d replicated himself a few times, experimentally of course, and found it too taxing on himself anyway.
“Can you do it again?” she asked, notepad and pen in hand.
Alec had found a certain talent he’d dubbed the chameleon, for obvious reasons, because he could make things change color. It was absurd, really, and probably of no better use than a party trick. But he could, if he concentrated, turn a red pen blue or a white shirt black. The talent could only manifest by touch, and it lasted only a few minutes before returning to its original color, but Jodis was rather intrigued.
Alec, on the other hand, had passed bored like it was standing still and was well on his way to irate. “Jodis, I’ve kinda had enough of this today.”
“Last one, I promise.”
For Alec, it wasn’t so much as reining in a temper anymore, where the most damage done was a cutting remark. Now it was keeping a lid on a few dozen talents that reacted poorly to anger. He only had to get really pissed off and a rage would barrel out of him like nuclear fallout, literally knocking humans and vampires off their feet. Or he could burst eardrums with a furious roar, or maybe he could turn them to stone, or dust. Or maybe, just maybe, he could rip an earthquake through the apartment so he didn’t have to do any more of these stupid fucking tests.
“Alec,” Eleanor cautioned from the next room.
“I wasn’t actually going to do that,” he replied petulantly. He knew Eleanor, with the gift of foresight, saw possible outcomes of decisions made, and that did nothing to quell his frustration. “Jesus, now my thoughts aren’t even my own.” Standing up, he snatched the purple notebook off the desk, holding it for half a second and slamming it back down. It was now black, as was every page inside it, and it was smoldering as though it almost caught fire.
Cronin was suddenly in front of him, a hand cupped to his face. “He’s had enough,” he said to Jodis, and they disappeared.
* * * *
As soon as Alec’s feet hit the soft earth, he took a deep breath of fresh air and reveled in the silence.
His life hadn’t exactly been quiet in the last twelve months.
He felt the warmth of Cronin’s hand in his, smelled the sweet aromas of heath and moss from both the vampire beside him and the cool air of the long-abandoned battlefield, and Alec exhaled loudly.
Cronin had somehow learned to quiet his mind a little and it gave Alec the silence he so desperately needed. In the last twelve months, Cronin had taken Alec on more time-outs than he could count. Knowing when he’d had enough and was reaching his breaking point, Cronin would simply remove Alec from the situation, leaping him somewhere quiet where his mind could have some much needed solitude. But with a gentle squeeze of his hand, Cronin reassured him he was there.
“I’m sorry,” Alec said.
“Don’t apologize,” Cronin said adamantly. “I can’t begin to imagine your frustrations.”
“Jodis is only trying to help. I behaved badly.” He could very well speak words directly into Jodis’ mind and tell her privately that he was sorry. But he’d prefer not to invade the thoughts of others, preferring to apologize in person.
“She understands,” Cronin said, trying to pacify him.
Alec sighed loudly and allowed the quiet to envelop him. “I love it here,” he said eventually.
The field at Dunadd, Scotland, had become a sanctuary for Alec. No voices in his head, no city of millions with flurrying thoughts rushing unbidden through his mind, no politics of vampire councils, no meetings, no one hovering.
“It affords you a great privacy,” Cronin said. His Scottish accent and formal tone still made Alec smile. “Your talents as a vampire are a burdensome gift.”
Alec had learned very early on to block out the voices and thoughts of those around him, but living in such a large city made it a constant effort, and his display of anger at Jodis just minutes ago bothered him. “These talents are a pain in my ass.”
Cronin laughed quietly. “Your control over them still astounds us all.”
“The control you keep talking about is a talent in itself. It’s like casting a net over a thousand different fish.” Alec sighed loudly. “I’ve told you that before.”
“I know. Though it amazes me still.” Cronin squeezed Alec’s hand again and looked out across the field of long grass to the line of trees that fronted the river. “Lie down with me.”
Cronin simply lay flat on his back in the middle of the field and when Alec lay down next to him, Cronin snatched up Alec’s hand again. And together in the mind-clearing silence, they watched the blanket of stars glide across the sky.
It was a clear autumn night in Scotland, cold and dark. Neither of those things impeded a vampire of course, and Alec would never tire of the simple changes he’d gone through when he became a vampire. It was the complex changes he was beginning to struggle with. The talents he’d been given made him unique: the only vampire ever to have all vampire talents, some he was still discovering a year after his change. It was these talents that made his life hectic, his obligations as the key to the vampire world that gave him a great responsibility, and as Cronin had said, it was becoming a great burden.
Alec loved that Cronin would leap them to the very field where his human life had ended. The old battlefield in Scotland was also where they’d first made love, where they came to talk, to be by themselves. Like now.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” Alec whispered, his anger and frustration from before almost gone. “I feel like I can breathe here.”
“Is that not what husbands do?” Cronin asked with a smile. “Save the other from the myriad of madness?”
“Husbands,” Alec said, bringing Cronin’s knuckles up to his lips and kissing them softly. “Now that is something I’ll never tire of. And that place you call a myriad of madness is our home.” Since their wedding just six months prior, they’d barely had more than a few hours to themselves. Their apartment was never empty. Alec sighed, still looking at the night sky. “Do you think we could buy this place? That little farmhouse by the hillfort could be our private sanctuary. Just for us.”
“Do you wish to?”
Alec snorted quietly. “I was just kidding.”
“I will look into it. I rather like that idea myself.”
“I wasn’t being serious. It was just a random thought. I’m pretty sure husbands don’t just go and buy the other one every single thing he thinks of.”
Cronin leaned up on his elbow and leaned in so he could kiss Alec softly. “Don’t think it would be just for you,” he said with a gleam in his eye. “A quiet place where I could have you all to myself is more for my selfish reasons than your romantic whim.”
Alec laughed and rolled on top of Cronin. “So when I want a place for us to have some privacy, it’s romantic, but when you want some privacy to have your way with me, it’s what?”
Alec grinned down at him. “I happen to like wicked.”
“And maybe I could bed you in a place of our own without an audience three rooms away,” Cronin added. “And not in some random hotel or muddy field.”
Alec brushed his fingers through Cronin’s hair. “Random hotels are fun, but going back to the apartment full of people when we’re both covered in mud is the most fun of all.”
Cronin’s eyes crinkled when he smiled. “They were certainly surprised. Though it didn’t help that, when asked what on earth we got up to, you showed everyone the mental images.”
Alec laughed at the memory. Being able to show other people images in their minds was a talent with some benefits. And just because he could, he ran a reel of images through Cronin’s mind, snippets of them making love: flushed skin, hands gripping, thighs open, being joined, heads thrown back in ecstasy. And then, to prove a point, Alec surged out a cloud of what it felt like when they fucked. Empathic transference, allowing Cronin to feel what he was feeling, was one of Alec’s favorite talents.
Cronin bucked his hips instantly and growled out, “Alec.”
Alec pulled back the images and the lust, leaving Cronin breathless. His black eyes were swimming, swirling with want. He took a hold of Alec’s face and brought their mouths together in a searing kiss.
Cronin moved his arms down Alec’s back and held him tighter. He rolled his hips up and kissed him deeper until Alec was lost in him.
Then it happened.
Images. Visions flashed through Alec’s mind, visions he did not put there. Alec had learned to protect his mind, another of his talents was to shield his own thoughts from others. Yet someone or something had penetrated through.
“Alec, what is it?” Cronin asked.
When Alec looked down at a concerned Cronin, Alec realized he’d zoned out, their make-out session long-forgotten. “We need to leave,” Alec said, jumping to his feet. He pulled Cronin up by the hand, and before Cronin could ask why, Alec pulled him close, and they leapt.
For my wonderful French readers, I have the best news! The translation of Blindside is now available! And it still has the gorgeous Mark on the cover <3
Mark Gattison a évité l’amour et l’engagement durant toute sa vie d’adulte. Pas intéressé par quelque chose de plus qu’un coup d’un soir ou une brève rencontre dans une arrière-salle, il est l’incarnation du bon vivant. Will Parkinson est l’homme qui le défend, l’homme qui le comprend, l’homme que Mark appelle son meilleur ami. Quand Will devient perturbé et un peu distant, Mark décide de lui trouver un petit ami. Peu familier avec le concept lui-même, Mark pense que Will a besoin de quelqu’un qui le rende heureux. Ce que Mark ne sait pas, c’est qu’il est sur le point d’être surpris. Il est sur le point de se faire renverser par la seule chose qui se tenait juste sous son nez depuis le début.
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It’s been a while since I updated my writing schedule. I’ve been busy. I’m always busy. Sometimes real life gets so damn busy I fall into bed exhausted only to have to drag my butt outta bed a few hours later and do it all over again. Rinse and repeat, blah blah blah.
But, that being said, life is good! I figure a busy life means a productive one, so I try not to complain too much.
It’s been a busy time in our M/M community too! I have LOVED seeing the GRL pics and putting faces to names (and avi’s) and I’m really, reeeeeeeally hoping to make it next year!
On a personal note, these last few weeks have been more hectic for me than usual. And adding dental surgery to the mix wasn’t my idea of fun. To cut a long story short, I needed to have a tooth removed (root canal therapy failed) which should have been a simple 20 minute extraction, but ended up being a three hour stint in the chair. Not only did I have the tooth removed, but gum and a small part of my jaw as well.
Needless to say, it wasn’t pleasant.
Actually, almost three weeks on and it’s still not pleasant – kinda like a constant ache in the jaw. I’m told it’s to be expected, but it’s annoying and it seems to be depleting my energy levels.
Did you know imaginary characters who want their stories told don’t give a toss if your face is swollen and you can’t eat solid food? Seriously, they don’t. So yes, Droopy Dog impressions aside, I have still been writing.
I finished Exchange of Hearts. It’s a 38,000 word novella that wasn’t even on my writing schedule a month ago. I’ll be posting more on that in a few days. Release day is November 13 – Friday the 13th – so luckily I’m not superstitious. 😉
I wrote a Christmas Story! It’s a 14,000 word visit with some familiar faces, which I’m sure you guys will LOVE. It’s going to be a bit of a surprise, so I can’t divulge any more than that just yet, only that it will be out December 18th.
And I’m now 8,000 words into Spencer’s second book. The first one was 40,000 words and I’m thinking this one will be the same. I’m hoping to have Spencer 1 out in Feb, then the other two books to follow a month apart. Fingers crossed.
So, yes, there’s lots of things coming your way! Including cover reveals for ALL of the books mentioned above… Soon, I promise. <3
I know I said I’ve been super busy (which I have, promise!) but here’s a pic of my attempt at doing housework… Seriously, swapping the vacuum for a kindle, and the mop for a drink is so much more fun! And replacing my desire for a clean floor with a whole lotta no-give-a-fucks was the best way to spend the afternoon.
Much love, and until next time! <3
Blurb: Kyan had never known true kindness, or what it felt like to be completely entranced by one person…until he met Blaise. When his life spins out of control, and a whole new world is opened up to him, he finds that the only human being he can turn to, may not even be human at all.
Blaise has spent months trying to figure out the best way to approach his shy and nervous mate. As the Packmaster in the small town of Rowan Oak, he isn’t used to having to show restraint or patience . When he finally makes his move a turn of events involving a forgotten note, a disappearing mate, and trouble with a group of hunters leads to disastrous results.
When Blaise finally catches up to Kyan, what he finds and the answers he gets are nothing like what he had been expecting. Will the pair be able to straighten out their misunderstandings and find the happiness they both long for, or will the Packmaster lose the only thing he has ever had to fight for?
Excerpt: Kyan ran. His legs burned, his chest was tight and the fear that clogged his throat was so completely overwhelming that he just knew at any minute his entire body would give out on him. The heavy rain pelted down hard, and his small stature, with hardly any muscle or bulk of any form, quivered from the strain. He pushed himself through the pain, refusing to give up. The abhorrent idea of allowing the monsters that chased him, to catch up, was the only thing that kept him moving. That, and the small flutter he felt in his stomach. The reminder that he was not only running for his own life, but that of his unborn child’s. Even now, with the small protrusion in his lower abdomen, the thought almost sent him careening off course.
Pregnant! How could a man be pregnant? It just shouldn’t be possible.
Kyan swiped his auburn hair out of his face, so that he could see better. The normally spiky locks hung plastered to his forehead by sweat and rain.
“There he is. Get him!” One of the many voices that had taunted him for the last hour, shouted.
Alarm shot through him when he realized just how close they had gotten to him. A whimper broke free as he darted his way through the thick foliage and branches that stuck out and cut through his skin. He almost lost his footing over a protruding tree root, but luckily he was able to leap at the last moment, landing firmly on his two feet.
Just as he regained his stride, a heavy mass ploughed into his side, sending him careening to the ground. He barely had enough time to twist so as not to fall onto his stomach. His entire frame ached, and all he could do was curl up into a ball, protecting himself and his child as much as possible.
“Please,” he begged. “God, please.”
“Shhh,” came a vicious hiss from above him. Firm hands clamped down hard on him as he attempted to shrug them off. “Do you want them to find us? Keep still and be quiet.”
He froze at the menacing yet familiar voice, and only then became aware that at some stage he must have closed his eyes. Prying them open, Kyan stared at the hulking man above him in shock, confusion and not a little bit of fear.
A hand quickly covered his mouth as Blaise growled. “For the love of god, Kyan. Shut. Up.”
My assistant mainlined the Thomas Elkin series over the weekend, and to stop her nagging at me for a new story I pointed her to this outtake.