Since the first in Anna’s Shield series – Gyrfalcon – is one of my favourite reads so far this year, I’m tickled to death that the sequel is released today [and plan to be reading it, right now] and am equally tickled to be hosting a guest post from the author and details of her forthcoming blog tour with some spectacular prizes!

Welcome Anna!


I’m delighted to be here today to tell you a little about Heart Scarab, the second book in the Taking Shield series.

The series charts the life and loves of Shield Captain Bennet, who has an exciting job in the Shield Regiment infiltrating enemy bases and leading raids into enemy space. Bennet is from Albion, the last known colony of Earth, and humanity is fighting a war to the death against an alien race it has never even seen. All the humans ever come across are fighter drones, cyborgs animated by a small cluster of neural cells.

In the first book of the series, Bennet commandeered his father’s dreadnought, Gyrfalcon, for a behind-the-lines mission to gain priceless intelligence about their enemy, the Maess. Bennet got the data he was sent for, and he also got Fleet Lieutenant Flynn—an encounter that has turned his life upside down. But Bennet and Flynn parted at the end of Gyrfalcon, never expecting to meet again…

About Heart Scarab

In Heart Scarab, set more than a year and a half after Gyrfalcon, Bennet’s Shield unit is evacuating a colony in imminent danger of being overrun by the Maess. Telnos is an unpleasant little planet, inhabited by religious fanatics in the festering marshlands and unregistered miners running illegal solactinium mines up in the hills. But the Maess want Telnos, and Shield Captain Bennet’s job is to get out as many civilians as he can. The enemy arrives before the evacuation is complete. Caught in a vicious fire fight, Bennet is left behind, presumed dead.

His family is grieving. Joss, his long-term partner, grieves with them; lost, unhappy, remorseful. First Lieutenant Flynn has no official ‘rights’ here. He isn’t family. He isn’t partner or lover.

All he is, is broken.

Heart Scarab by Anna Butler
Published: Wilde City Press, 22 July 2015
c 98,400 words


Flynn liked kissing. In fact, Flynn considered himself something of an expert in the art. He’d tried it in all its forms, from the first tentative pressing together of juvenile lips that had you wondering what all the fuss was about, to the discovery that if you just opened your mouth and, you know, kind of moved everything, your tongue suddenly had a lot more positive uses than just allowing you to articulate clearly and swallow things without choking. Flynn got the hang of it, ran with it, and never looked back.

Soft kisses and hard kisses; kisses that were wet and slobbery with people who didn’t know exactly how to hold their lips to get the best and sexiest effect, and wet and sexy kisses with people who did. Kisses that turned the blood to molten lava and kisses that cooled you as you came down. Kisses that inflamed and kisses that soothed; feverish kisses and languid after-sex kisses. Kisses that meant only good fellowship and casual affection, and kisses that were desire incarnate.

Flynn had not only tried them all, he’d made them his own. He was considered by all the relevant authorities to be rather a specialist in the area.

Flynn really liked kissing. He had been gratified by the discovery that Bennet liked it too. Because now he could add slow kisses to the repertoire. Kisses so leisured and intense the world came to a stop while a hot tongue moved over his lips, explored each and every tooth down to the last molar, while teeth pulled at his bottom lip, biting it gently until it was swollen and hot and heavy, and he had to lick his lip to cool it and met Bennet’s tongue with his. Only then, would Bennet’s mouth close over his and start a real in-earnest kiss that lasted several more centuries. Those were kisses Bennet seemed to specialise in.

Flynn was always willing to take tips from another expert. A man should always try to extend his technique.

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By mid August, from an Amazon near you (Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk links)

Comment here and win an ebook version of FlashWired, a gay mainstream sci-fi novella. [Elin: I’ve read it – it’s a cracker!]

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Join us at the Queen’s Shilling for a right royal do to kick off the UK Meet.

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Liam Livings here, I’m pleased to announce Friday night entertainment is open for bookings now. Please read this page for details of what entertainment package we’ve put together, and book on the link under bookings.

Happy entertaining for UK Meet 2015!


Who can come?

  • ALL delegates for UK Meet
  • their partners/guests
  • others who have come along for the weekend, but aren’t actually booked onto the conference sessions during the day

What’s the format?

  • A meet and mingle, informal event.
  • Includes 1 welcome drink and buffet of sandwiches (vegetarian, fish and meat) quiche, pork pies, cocktail sausages, chicken goujons, spring rolls, samosas and bhajis, fruit bowls, cheese platters, mini cakes.
  • Opportunities to chat, mingle, have photos taken with Her Royal Highness, The Queen, Elizabeth II*!
  • Although not a formal sit down meal, some seating is available – this event is about circulating, meeting old friends…

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Un-Deniable jpgTitle: Un-Deniable

Series: Left At The Crossroads #3

Author: Lisa Worrall

Cover Artist: Meredith Russell

Length: 45,000 words

Release Date: June 29, 2015

Blurb: Little Mowbury is a sleepy English village deep in the Cotswolds. The kind of village where you’re only a local if your lineage can be traced back to the dinosaurs. Where you can find everything in the single village shop from morning newspapers to dry-cleaning, and getting your shoes mended. And, of course, where everybody knows everybody else’s business. It’s easy to find… you can’t miss it… just ask anyone and they’ll tell you… “It’s left at the crossroads.”

Oliver Bradford has had enough of the hustle and bustle of the A&E department in a big city hospital. Not to mention the tension caused by the break-up of his three year relationship with one of the hospital’s top surgeons. When his sister urges him to apply for the position of GP in the quiet village of Little Mowbury, he wonders if this might be just the fresh start he needs. Unfortunately, hitting the post-mistresses’ dog with his car isn’t the best introduction to his patients.

A solitary soul, Deano Wells grew up in Little Mowbury and has been having lunch at the Thatcher’s Arms on a Thursday for the last thirty-five years. First with his father, who brought him to the pub at the tender age of ten after a hard morning in the fields, and then by himself after his father passed on. He runs the farm with a practised hand and minds his business mostly, but that doesn’t stop Oliver from being drawn to the big, quiet man and he knows the feeling is mutual, so why does Deano keep pushing him away?


Oliver put his hand on Hugo’s soft head and leaned in closer. “How’re you doing,

mate?” He kept his voice low in the hope of distracting him while Big and Tall tried to

discern whether anything was broken. When he was rewarded with a wet lick to his nose, he

smiled gratefully. “I know it hurts, but we’re gonna fix you right up. Before you know it

you’ll be chasing sheep and frightening the crap out of drivers everywhere.” Hugo

whimpered and Oliver pressed his lips to Hugo’s fur. “It’s okay, mate, ssh, it’s okay.”

“Nothing’s broke as far as I can tell.”

Oliver looked up at Big and Tall, keeping his cheek on Hugo’s head. “Is he going to

be alright?”

“He needs some stitching and an x-ray or two, I dare say,” Big and Tall replied as he

wandered over the sink to wash his now bloody hands. “I’ll have to take him into Wimborne

for the vet to check him over.”

“I’ll come with—”

“Where’s my boy?” The shrill cry and the slamming open of the kitchen door

coincided, and Oliver wasn’t sure which one was the loudest. A woman, who had to be in her

mid-sixties, practically sprinted towards them. She shoved Oliver out of the way and took

Hugo’s head in her hands. His tail thumped weakly as she rained kisses on his face. “Deano?”

She looked at Big and Tall for information.

“He’s got some cuts and bruises, Doris,” Big and Tall replied. “I don’t think

anything’s broke. But we’ll take him into Wimborne to Maguire to make sure.” He patted

Doris on the shoulder.

Oliver couldn’t help but notice the size of the man’s hand on the older woman’s

smaller frame, and for the first time he took a good look at his knight in… well… mud

splattered jeans. Big and Tall, or rather, Deano, had to be at least six-five in his stocking feet.

He was broad shouldered, muscular and Oliver had trouble dragging his gaze away from

Deano’s big forearms, which were covered in dark hair. His hair was light brown, flecked

with golden highlights and a sprinkling of grey, cut short at the back and sides, left slightly

longer on the top so it swept across his forehead. His cheeks and chin were covered with light

stubble and his brown eyes were surrounded by thick, dark lashes. Oliver’s gaze dropped to

his mouth which was—

“You!” Oliver blinked as Doris turned her wrath on him. “Was it you? In your big

city car? Were you even looking where you were going? Or were you too busy doing your

hair in the rear view mirror? What kind of monster are you?” Her voice rose on each sentence

and by the time she’d finished Oliver could have sworn the glassware in the kitchen had

begun to vibrate.


“A fuckin’ twat?” Doris interjected. “I couldn’t agree more!”

“Now, now Doris,” Maggie stepped between them, which Oliver found unnerving.

Was she saving him from being beaten to death by someone only a few years younger than

his Gran? By the look on Doris’ face, he was rather glad of Maggie’s presence. “It was an

accident, that’s all.” She looked at Deano over the top of Doris’ head. “I think you should get

Hugo to Maguire’s and get the poor lamb sorted out, don’t you?” Deano took the hint.

“Yep, I reckon that’s best.” He picked Hugo up as gently as he could. “Come on,

Doris, you can ride in the back with him.”

Maggie patted Deano’s arm as he passed, Doris hot on his heels. “Let us know what

Maguire says,” she said and urged him towards the door.

Doris paused at the door and turned to glare at Oliver. She raised her hand and

pointed at him, jabbing the air for emphasis. “This isn’t over, city boy. I’ll be seeing you


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Bike Book Reviews

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Diverse Reader

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MM Good Book Reviews

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A Celebration of Books


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July 14:

Elin Gregory

Author Name: Rick R. Reed

Book Name: A Demon Inside

Release Date: August 25, 2015

Pages or Words: 85,000 words

Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Horror, M/M Romance, Paranormal
(From the author: I would say it’s a horror novel with an m/m romance as a subplot)

Publisher: DSP Publications

Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson


Hunter Beaumont doesn’t understand his grandmother’s deathbed wish: “Destroy Beaumont House.” He’s never even heard of the place. But after his grandmother passes and his first love betrays him, the family house in the Wisconsin woods looks like a tempting refuge. Going against his grandmother’s wishes, Hunter flees to Beaumont House.
But will the house be the sanctuary he had hoped for? Soon after moving in, Hunter realizes he may not be alone. And with whom—or what—he shares the house may plunge him into a nightmare from which he may never escape. Sparks fly when he meets his handsome neighbor, Michael Burt, a caretaker for the estate next door. The man might be his salvation… or he could be the source of Hunter’s terror.


Hunter wasn’t sure how much time had passed as he wandered the rooms, thinking, but he knew he should be getting back to Ian. He remembered there was a back staircase, not nearly as grand as the large curving one at the front, but closer. It led down to the kitchen and was narrow, for utilitarian purposes only.
The stairway was close… and dark. Hunter needed to grip the walls as he made his way down the raw wooden stairs. Before he even saw it, he felt it, the web of a spider, sticky yet almost ephemeral, clinging to his face. And in dim periphery, he saw a fat, hairy brown spider, alerted to a catch, begin to make its way toward his face. Hunter struggled to get out of the web, trying to tear the gluey strands away from him. He gasped as some of the web got into his mouth and was horrified at the thought that the spider might follow suit.
He pushed onward down the stairs, stumbling, the web clinging to him, accompanied by the crawly sensation of the spider now making its way through his hair. From below he heard laughter. He realized Ian must have returned to the house and glimpsed his predicament. The laughter grew along with Hunter’s horror at the web. He batted at it, struggling to get down the stairs and away from the spider.
After jumping down the last few stairs, Hunter managed to get most of the spider’s web off himself and at last to fling the advancing beast to the floor. He looked back to see it scurry away.
He had a few choice words for Ian, which he started right in on before even seeing the man. “What’s wrong with you? Couldn’t you have helped me? Who knows if that damn spider wasn’t poisonous? And to laugh at me! I just don’t get—” Hunter stopped talking all at once in the middle of the bright, sun-drenched kitchen.
He was alone.
“Ian?” Hunter moved through the other rooms. Ian was nowhere to be found.
“Ian? This isn’t funny. Come out now.” Behind him he heard giggling. Hunter whirled around and was confronted with only empty space. This was not like Ian at all, not at all like the kind but rather staid and humorless friend of the family Hunter had always known. He did one more search of the first floor rooms, assuring himself that all were empty.
Hunter hurried from Beaumont House and stood for a moment after closing and locking the doors behind him, composing himself. The sensation of being watched returned once more, and this time Hunter could pinpoint where it came from. He turned quickly, surveying the upstairs windows, but all of them were dark, reflecting only the sun.
Hunter knew the car was just a few yards away, but as he rushed to it, his foot caught on a bramble, which brought him to his knees. He skinned his hands as he went down. “Jesus,” he whispered… and then tensed. He could feel someone behind him, drawing closer. He was sure it wasn’t Ian. Hunter squeezed his eyes shut, muscles tensing, as he felt hot breath on his neck. He wanted to scream but had no voice.
He turned quickly.
And there was no one there.

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Please note – if you buy the paperback directly from Dreamspinner you get the ebook as well!!

Rick R. Reed Biography

Rick R. Reed is all about exploring the romantic entanglements of gay men in contemporary, realistic settings. While his stories often contain elements of suspense, mystery and the paranormal, his focus ultimately returns to the power of love. He is the author of dozens of published novels, novellas, and short stories. He is a three-time EPIC eBook Award winner (for Caregiver, Orientation and The Blue Moon Cafe). Raining Men and Caregiver have both won the Rainbow Award for gay fiction. Lambda Literary Review has called him, “a writer that doesn’t disappoint.” Rick lives in Seattle with his husband and a very spoiled Boston terrier. He is forever “at work on another novel.”

Where to find the author:
Web: http://www.rickrreed.com
Blog: http://rickrreedreality.blogspot.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/rickrreedbooks
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/rickrreed.
E-mail: jimmyfels@gmail.com

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 My guest today is Natalie Alder, best known for her contemporary M/F romances but here today because in her latest book she has branched out into M/M.

Welcome, Natalie. Perhaps you could tell us a bit about yourself?


 I’m forty-seven years old, live with my husband, three rescued cats and a frog in a small farming town outside of Boston.

While growing up in Massachusetts I had several pets: dogs, cats, a rabbit and a parakeet. I belonged to 4-H and besides animals I entered sewing, photography and baking events at the yearly 4-H fairs. It was during that time in my life when a story about a forbidden love between a horse farm owner’s daughter and one of the farm’s hands started brewing in my head. I wrote it down (before computers!) and stuffed it away.

I went to college and became a physical therapist. My professional career focus varied having treated children through the elderly and specializing in neurological conditions as well as rehabilitation following joint replacements. I worked doing traveling physical therapy, short-term contracts, all over the US. Places I worked included Alaska, Hawaii, Arizona, Montana as well as Milwaukee and San Francisco. The work allowed me to meet and learn about many different people and their customs in their local environment.

I carried the pages with the story of forbidden love written on them with throughout those years. And as I gained life experiences and matured, I added to and modified the story. Having mostly driven from assignment to assignment I spent a lot of time driving and sight-seeing across the country. During those times I entertained myself listening to music or dreaming up stories I would someday also write. At one point during those years I spent two months traveling the east coast of Australia and New Zealand’s southern island. Another time I spent a month traveling across Europe. Once my travel bug left I returned to Massachusetts where I began work in the health insurance industry.

Besides writing, I love to sew, knit, write, sing and drink martinis (not necessarily at the same time).  I love martinis – the classic martini – none of those sweet mock-a-tini drinks! In fact, I have a martini glass collection. I also love shoes. I have hundreds of pairs.

 I write stories about romance. They center on learning about the characters backgrounds, personalities and life circumstances that mold them into who they are and how they love.

Each book in The Tapestry Series features a different member of the Becker family and together the series tells the family’s story, much like a tapestry

The family owns Bridgeton Pass Farms, a race horse farm, in the fictional town of Carnegie, South Carolina. William Becker is the sole heir owner-operator of the farm. He has three children: Cole, James and Audra. Their mother died of breast cancer when the children were young.

 When you aren’t writing, is there any other creative activity you enjoy? Have you ever written about it?

 From “about me” above, besides writing, I love to sew, knit, write, sing and drink martinis (not necessarily at the same time).  I’ve never written about any of these things.

What are you reading? Can you recommend something that you wished you’d written yourself?

Currently I am reading Book 1 in Lilly Christine’s the McGreers Series, Crashing into Tess. I am a fan of Jostein Gaarder and wouldn’t mind if I could say that I wrote The Orange Girl. I love Mr. Gaarder’s style of writing, thought provoking and lyrical. This story does make you think while being romantic, rich in description and heartfelt.

In that crucial inspiration stage of a new story which comes first? Plot, situation or character?

 For me, the situation comes first. Everything else develops from that primary situation.

 I understand that the protagonist of your latest work is bisexual. How much research did you feel you needed to do before writing a character on the LGBTTQ spectrum? 

 I think that my life experiences were the primary “research” done to write this character. Like most writers, I’m very intrigued by and observant of human behavior. Once it was written, a few friends read it and gave feedback to hone the character.

Do your characters arrive fully fledged and ready to fly or do they develop as you work with them? Do you have a crisp mental picture of them or are they more a thought and a feeling than an image?

My characters and their stories develop as I work with them. I have a general idea or even a specific trait but the rest develops as I write.  James Becker, in my Tapestry Series, was stoic from my conception of him but that was all that I had in mind about him. His being bisexual developed as the story developed.

What are you working on at the moment? Can you discuss it or do you prefer to keep it a secret until it’s finished.

 Book 3 in The Tapestry Series, Woven Interests, was just released on July 6th. Each book in series features a different member of the Becker family and together the series tells the family’s story, much like a tapestry

The family owns Bridgeton Pass Farms, a race horse farm, in the fictional town of Carnegie, South Carolina. William Becker is the sole heir owner-operator of the farm. He has three children: Cole, James and Audra. Their mother died of breast cancer when the children were young.

Book 3 is the story of James Becker. It involves a m/f/m relationship that develops and some intrigue ongoing from prior books.

Could we please have an excerpt of something?

 From Woven Interests, Book 3 in The Tapestry Series by Natalie Alder

 It was dark inside, as expected. James waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. The music was sultry, jazz fusion and almost soothing. This place calls for a gimlet martini James thought to himself. Noting the bar along the right wall he sauntered to a free stool and sat before placing his order. The couple had chosen a small table and were sitting with their heads close together talking. Wall sconces and small, red, shaded lamps on café tables casted a dim glow throughout the club. The music was being played live by a trio of older gentleman set precariously on a stage too small for them and their instruments. The sound of a cocktail glass placed on the marble topped bar got James attention. He turned to see the bartender place his martini in front of him.

“Want to start a tab?”

“Sure, why not?”

“I don’t really give a damn whether you do or not, sonny. What’ll it be?”

James let a smirk escape after a brief moment of feeling insulted. “Start a tab for me.”

The bartender nodded and walked away. James brought his drink to his lips. The smell of gin and lime filled his senses as he took the first sip.

“Not a very likeable character now, is he?”

James held his drink at his lips as he thought to gain recognition of the voice. Slowly he lowered his glass and set it on the bar top before raising his eyes to see Remy standing next to him.

“May I?” He motioned to the bar stool in front of him.

Swallowing hard, James could only manage a small nod of approval. Remy looked so fucking hot. Maybe it was because he hadn’t seen him in a week but James didn’t think so. The man was just simply gorgeous, no matter what. James watched as Remy maneuvered his body to sit on the stool. Grabbing a section of the material of his pants leg at his thigh, he hitched the pant leg up, giving himself more room in the crotch of his pants.

“What can I get ya’?” The gruff bartender had returned.

“Same,” Remy said pointing to James’ drink.

“Put it on my tab,” James told the bartender. And to Remy he said, “May as well since he went through the trouble of setting one up for me.”

Remy smiled. James dick twitched and cursed softly.


James looked at Remy questioningly.

“You cursed.” Placing his elbow on the bar and his head in his hand, Remy leaned forward, closer to James. From this position, he stared into James eyes and waited for James to reply.

Those piercing blue fucking eyes, James thought as he let himself get lost in them. Sensing the danger of allowing himself to do so, he answered Remy.

“You smiled.”

“My smile caused you to curse?” And still he sat smiling at James.

“No, my dick twitching because you smiled at me caused me to curse.”

The wet tip of Remy’s tongue came out and slid across his bottom lip. Neither broke eye contact. James could feel his jaw tighten in frustration. The bartender placed Remy’s drink in front him and walked away. Still without breaking eye contact Remy picked up his drink and took a swallow.


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Woven Interests


Uptight, serious, introvert…those were the words most used to describe James.
The middle brother in the Becker family, owners of a prestigious race horse farm in South Carolina, though austere was covertly a playboy.
Unable to resist a beautiful body, whether male or female, James never had a desire to commit to just one. A consummate player, he had no interest in a relationship.
Never say never. A broken ankle was the catalyst that led James to consider a relationship. Falling for a man already in a committed relationship with a woman was intricate enough. But the likelihood of their woven interests in each other becoming a real relationship was threatened by shallow judgment, the media and a troublemaking former barn hand.

**CONTENT WARNING: m/f/m, f/f/m, and m/m romance with strong language and explicit sexual content intended for mature readers only. 18+ ONLY PLEASE**

Crewel Work, Book 1 in The Tapestry Series  http://amzn.to/1yrUqcD

Trouble Looming, Book 2 in The Tapestry Series    http://amzn.com/B00TCW6GD

Woven Interests, Book 3 in The Tapestry Series    http://www.amazon.com/Woven-Interests-Tapestry-Book-3-ebook/dp/B0112R7BHY


Woven Interests YouTube video teaser   http://youtu.be/XsFv79duZkg


comfy chairMy guest today is Violet Joicey Owen, who has a new book out in her paranormal series and a blog tour with a great giveaway.

Welcome, Violet.

Hi, everyone.
Thank you, Elin, for having me as a guest here today to celebrate the release of my book, Captive Mates. It is the fifth book in my Whithowe Forest Pack series and it comes out today (times may vary as my publisher is based in America, but it is already on pre-order over at Bookstrand).

To enter the giveaway, find the word of the day in this post, then head over to my blog (links below). At the bottom of the Captive Mates Blog Tour post there is a Rafflecopter link in blue, click on that and it will tell you all the ways to enter (some of which can be done daily).


Can you tell me a little about yourself? For instance, do you have to have a day job as well as being a writer?
– I am lucky enough to be able to write full time. Apart from that, I am a single parent to a thirteen year old son and a menagerie of animals, two dogs, two cats, one guinea pig, one hamster, one fish, and numerous stick insects. There have been a lot of times I have to go write in a coffee shop or bar to get away from all the distractions at home, lol.

What are you reading? Can you recommend something that you wished you’d written yourself?
– I am rereading Elantris, by Brian Sanderson. I adore it and have read it a lot of times. I think it would make the most fantastic film if they could do it justice.

In that crucial inspiration stage of a new story which comes first? Plot, situation or character?
– Character, I guess, mostly anyway. I get a lot of initial ideas from dreams, but then once I have one story floating around (written or unwritten), other characters in that world pop up and demand their stories be told. Most often, they are side characters in previous stories first so I already have some idea of who they are.

Do your characters arrive fully fledged and ready to fly or do they develop as you work with them? Do you have a crisp mental picture of them or are they more a thought and a feeling than an image?
– A bit of both. One character in my first book, for instance, popped up out of nowhere as I was writing a particular scene. I had no idea who he was, but (some people were being rescued from a nasty situation) he just clung to one of the other characters until they got out of there and were safe. After that I got to know him a little more, though I have yet to get to his book and really delve into his character properly. For me I suppose it’s like meeting a new person in real life. When you first meet someone, you get a general impression of them, but the details come the more time you spend with them. Also, with events that happen, their characters evolve.

Is there any genre you would love to write, ditto one you would avoid like a rattlesnake? What inspired you to write about shifters?
– I would love to be able to write a comedy. While I can write the odd comic moment, or line, I don’t think I have it in me to write a truly funny book. Right now, I can’t think of any genre I would avoid like the plague. As for shifters, I have no clue, lol. I just woke up with the first line of a story in my head one day, which wouldn’t go away until I wrote it down. It turned out to be about a shifter currently in wolf form who had just escaped from something and was running home to his pack when he got caught in a bear trap. I just write what comes and don’t spend too long wondering where it came from.

Do you find there to be a lot of structural differences between a relationship driven story and one where the romance is a sub plot?
– Ask me again in a couple of years, lol. I have a barely started story which will not be a romance. There may be romance for him down the line, but he is only fifteen when the book starts and has other things to worry about. I am only just beginning with it and I am sure I will learn a lot as I go.

Put together your ideal team of men/women – drawing from all and any walks of life, fictional or non-fictional – who you would want to come to your rescue if menaced by muggers/alligators/fundamentalists?
– I already have. In my shifter books there is a team of guys who run a private security firm called AlphaSec. They are mostly shifters and were all in the military for several years. The one human in the group is a technical genius. Between them, they can pretty much rescue anyone from anything.

What are you working on at the moment? Can you discuss it or do you prefer to keep it a secret until it’s finished.
– My WIP was going to be the 6th book in my Whithowe Forest Pack series, but has morphed into the first in a sister series, tentatively titled Vampires of Whithowe. The book is called Solomon’s Regret.

What is the word of the day?
– Modify.

Could we please have an excerpt of something?

Ari was woken by the sounds of a fight in the corridor. He recognised by now the sounds of fists hitting flesh with too much ease. Whoever was under attack sounded like he was giving back as good as he was getting. Ari turned a little and leaned up on his right elbow. He could hear more than a couple of people were involved in the scuffle, and grunts from several as they fought. Scents began to filter through the cracks around the door to him.
Mate! No, that’s not possible. Keiron is my mate and that isn’t him. The scent of whoever was out in the corridor was making his cat growling and lashing its tail inside him, urging him to go to them, to bite, to claim, and to defend. Someone was thrown against the door of his room and Ari jerked upright, ignoring the pains in his shoulder and the rest of his body. Then the fight stopped. Or at least whoever it was stopped fighting back, suddenly passive. A few more dull thuds and grunts sounded, and then a key slid into the door lock and turned. The three bolts were shot back and the door flung open. A man stumbled through, helped on his way by a hefty shove from one of the men now crowding into the doorway.
“Hey look, Ari, you have company!” They all laughed uproariously.
What’s funny about that? Ari thought, staring at the blond man who had fallen in a heap on the floor, trying not to look too interested in case they decided to put them in separate rooms. He couldn’t hold back a growl when Aaron swung his foot back and booted the man in the ribs. He silenced himself quickly and kept his gaze away from Aaron so the beta would not see the rage simmering there.
The blond on the floor stiffened and his head snapped up toward Ari, eyes wide and nostrils dilated. Ari felt a moment of panic that the guy would give something away to Aaron or one of the others. He realised this must have been the way Keiron felt all those months ago when he had laid eyes on Ari from his vantage point atop the building, a burning desire to go to him, but fear and worry about the consequences. The man lowered his head again and Ari breathed out slowly.
Aaron and his cronies left, closing the door and locking it behind them. The blond opened his mouth to speak, but Ari quickly held up a hand to keep him quiet for a few more moments. As soon as he could no longer hear footsteps moving away, he relaxed.
“Are you hurt badly?” he asked.
“Only my pride,” the man replied, with a rather pained grin. He winced, holding an arm to his ribs as he clambered to his feet. “I’m Isaac. You’re Ari?” At Ari’s nod, Isaac gave a dark laugh. “Of course you are. Well, I was supposed to be here to rescue you.” Isaac had an accent.
“Huh? How did you even know I was here? Are you English?”
“Yes, I am. It was Keiron. He got a message out to a member of my pack.” Ari had no idea how Keiron had managed that, but he hoped his mate was safe and hadn’t gotten caught doing something stupid. Isaac was sniffing the air with a frown.
“Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but…are you my mate? Keiron said you were his mate in his message, but the way you smell… God, my lion is going nuts.”
“My panther, too. Keiron is my mate. I… He must be our mate. I can’t see fate making him and I mates, and you and I mates, without all three of us being mated to each other.” Ari felt weird discussing it like this. It all felt so clinical and rational.
“No wonder my lion has been so restless. He must have been picking up something from you both since I got here. I caught your scent properly when they had me outside in the corridor, stopped fighting back because I wanted in here where they were trying to put me.”
“And now we’re both screwed.” Ari gave him a wry grin. “You might as well come sit down.” He sat up properly and moved over making it obvious he wanted Isaac on the bed with him, not on the one across the room.
“Oh, don’t worry. As long as they don’t do us in in the next few days, my pack’ll come looking. Rescuing people is kind of what they do. I was an idiot to come on my own.” Isaac limped over and lowered himself gingerly to the bed. He sat close, and Ari could feel the warmth his body gave off. He could feel his blood heading toward his groin. Hmmm… maybe getting him to sit next to me was a bad idea. I mean, God knows he smells amazing, but we can’t do anything. Not without Keiron knowing. That would feel like betraying him. But, hell! I don’t know if I can stop myself from touching this guy.
“So why did you?” Focus. Must focus on the conversation.
Isaac shifted, next to him, then again. Ari looked down at where their arms were barely touching, his own brown skin against the pale, creaminess of Isaac’s. Looks good. Smells good. I’m so fucked. Then Isaac rose to his feet again and moved away from the bed. He hobbled over to the other cot and sat back down, looking at Ari dryly. “Sorry, no way I can concentrate if I sit next to you. All I want to do is push you back, rip your clothes off, and lick you from one end to the other.”


Captive Mates

When lion-shifter Isaac Anderson goes to help panther-shifters Ari Jones and Keiron Haller, not only does he get captured and imprisoned alongside them, but he also finds out something he never expected—he’s their third mate.

Keiron’s under pressure to mate elsewhere, Ari’s being beaten to force Keiron’s hand, and Isaac feels like he is floundering. The three unclaimed mates need to hold on long enough for rescue, in the form of Isaac’s pack, to arrive.

Even after they escape, danger follows and they have to fight to hold onto each other through that, memories of past trauma, and the effects of Keiron’s mysterious origins.

The three long to be free so they can settle down and live their lives together but will they get the chance, or will they always be captives? Will there always be something around the corner for them to fear?

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And here’s the ink to Violet’s Blog Tour.

Welcome to a stop on the Midsummer Madness Flash Fiction Blog Hop, where M/M authors provide short original works to read between doing whatever people do on Independence Day. I’m British so my ideas of Independence Day activities are very much drawn from popular culture so, if you celebrate the holiday, please enjoy barbequeing stuff while wrapped in a flag and singing the Star Spangled Banner and shooting down alien star ships. If you don’t celebrate the holiday, enjoy your Saturday.

Here is a full list of the blog participants:

1. velvetpanic Heloise West | mmromantic historical
2. Alexis Duran | Writer of Fantasy, Science Fiction
3. Elin Gregory | Telling it Like it Was
4. Kimber Vale | Come for the sex. Stay for the story
5. C.E. Kilgore | An Author Without Genre
6. Sexy Erotic Xciting~ Evelise Archer
7. Rian Durant | delights of imagination
8. Diane Hartsock | Stories from the Heart
9. Amelia Bishop
10. Bronwyn Heely | Unrandom Randomness

And here is my story, written in response to a picture prompt:

Sunshine and Daisies

Jake blinked sleepily and shifted, feeling the foliage crunch under the back of his head. The beat of the music rose in the hot air and he grinned, jogging a knee in rhythm.

“Mmmwhat?” Bry turned over. “Huh? Oh I like this one.” His hand began to beat time on Jake’s chest. After a moment he began to sing along.

Jake opened his eyes and looked up into the deep clear blue beyond the fringe of gently swaying grass heads and the ox-eye daisies blazing like cheerful little miniatures of the sun. The music drowned out the sounds of all but the heaviest lorries. All he could smell was the crushed greeness of the patch where they were laying, good clean sweat from himself and Bry and a pleasant tang of petrol and metal from the bike parked a few paces away.

It really was one of the most beautiful afternoons he could remember.

He and Bryan had promised themselves a trip to Glastonbury years ago, soon after they had met, even before they had moved in together. But the tickets were a bit steep on their wages so it had been one of those promises they renewed year after year. This year Jake’d had a tax rebate that coincided with some back pay for Bry and so they had done it. Jake grinned, remembering their excitement when the tickets had arrived. They celebrated so hard that night they had broken the bedhead. And now they had got the tickets, got a tent, got the trusty old Yamaha serviced and dug the trash out of the sidecar and everything. It was even fabulous weather, and a line up to die for.

Glastonbury – and they would be there tonight!

Just as soon as the AA turned up with an innertube to fit the sidecar. Where they had picked up the nail God only knew but at least they had made it to this lay-by safely and had somewhere comfortable to wait where they didn’t have to breathe in exhaust fumes. There was even a pub over the road where they’d had pies and shandy for lunch, and the music drifting from the open windows wasn’t half bad.

The tune finished and the radio presenter began to deliver a news report. Bry’s fingers flexed against Jake’s chest, just catching a nipple, and he moved a bit closer. His knee crept over Jake’s and down and between …

“Oh yeah?”Jake raised his head and looked at him. “The grass is long but I don’t think it’s that long.”

Bryan grinned, his eyes still closed, but he grunted with disgust when the music blared out again.
“Eww Britney,” he said. “Ruined the mood, that has.” He placed his head more comfortably and relaxed with a grumble.

Jake chuckled. “You div,” he said. “But I love you.”

“Awwww.” Bry picked him a daisy.

“For me?” Jake took it and kissed the top of Bry’s head then flopped back with a happy sigh.

Edited to add: I forgot to offer a prize!! Comment below with an inventive explanation of what ‘hesh’ means [look at the guy’s tee-shirt in the photo] and I will choose my favourite explanation and award the winner – um – a paperback copy of Foolish Encounters, an anthology from Wilde City press. It has one of my stories in it, but don’t let that put you off – there are stories from Tinnean, Angel Martinez, Amy Lane, J C Wallace, Tali Spencer and Freddie MacKay. Don’t forget to leave some means by which I can get in touch with you.


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