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Blog Tour + Giveaway: Dirty Job (Dirty Deeds #2) by TA Moore

Welcome T.A. Moore as they visit on the Dirty Job (Dirty Deeds #2) blog tour! Check more details and enter in the giveaway!
 

Title: Dirty Job: Book 2 in the Dirty Deeds series
Publisher: Rogue Firebird Press
Release: July 5

Blurb: All Grade Pulaski wanted was a quiet life, a few low-profile murders to clean up after, and his hometown in the rear view as he headed back to LA. Simple, attainable goals. All he had to do was keep his nose down and everyone else’s hands clean...as far as the law was concerned...and he’d been able to show Sweeny his heels sooner rather than later.

Problem was that Grade’s ‘thing’ with local mob boss Clay Traynor—currently somewhere between a one-night stand and a bad idea—was a lot of things, but it wasn’t quiet or simple.

For example, Judge Charity Parker was the last person in Sweeny who needed to know Grade’s name. Yet here he was in her basement after midnight, cleaning up a mess that could derail a couple of political careers in one fell swoop. All because Clay owed Judge Parker a favor... or three.

Grade should have known better than to go along with it. Amateurs always made a job messy, and politicians didn’t have a grateful bone in their bodies. Now the only chance he had of seeing LA again meant he had to break his professional code of conduct.

He needed to get his client caught.

Tour:
4 July - Boy Meets Boy
5 July - MM Romance Reviewed
7 July - Love Bytes
8 July - Two Chicks Obsessed


 

AUTHOR VISIT


Hi everyone!

Thanks for letting me pop in to talk about my latest book, Dirty Job, which comes out on July 5. This is the second book in the Dirty Deeds trilogy, and I had a lot of fun with it! It’s available online - https://books2read.com/DirtyJob - and I hope you like it! There’s a third book in the works, after all!

If you want a ‘taste’ of the Dirty Deeds world, here’s the soundtrack I was listening to while I wrote it. If you’re new to the Moore, I don’t pick these songs because they’re great… it’s just the vibes. Also, my editor has told me I’m not allowed to use ‘A Horse Outside’ by the Rubberbandits OR ‘One Finger and a Fist’ by Drowning Pool. Which seems unfair to me, but there you go!

PLAYLIST

George Ezra - Green Green Grass

Fifth Of Whiskey - Verse And Bishop

Twenty One Pilots & Maroon 5 - Heathens Animals

Addict - Silvia Hound

Bury A Friend – Billie Eilish

Play with Fire – Sam Tinnesz

I See Red – Everybody Loves an OutlawGold Rush Kid – George Ezra

Hard for Me – Michele Morrone

Sucker for Pain – Various

Bohemian Rhapsody – Forest Rangers

Kill Your Heroes – AWOLnation

I’m Gonna Do My Thing – Royal Deluxe

Author Bio:

TA MOORE


TA Moore is a Northern Irish writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of black humour a mile wide. As her grandmother always said, ‘she’d laugh at a bad thing that one’, mind you, that was the pot calling the kettle black. TA Moore studied History, Irish mythology, English at University, mostly because she has always loved a good story. She has worked as a journalist, a finance manager, and in the arts sectors before she finally gave in to a lifelong desire to write.

Coffee, Doc Marten boots, and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be avoided.

Website: www.tamoorewrites.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TAMoorewrites/
Twitter: @tamoorewrites

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Blog Tour + Giveaway: Dirty Work (Dirty Deeds #1) by TA Moore

Author T.A. Moore returns with a new blog tour for new criminal romantic suspense, Dirty Work (Dirty Deeds #1)! Not only does the author share new book info on today's tour stop, but also an excerpt from an exclusive short story, 'Clean Hands'! Plus, there's a giveaway! Don't miss it!

 

Title: Dirty Work (Book One of the Dirty Deeds series)
Publisher: Rogue Firebird Press
Release: March 4
Blurb: 

Crime Scene Cleaner [kraɪm siːnˈkliːnə] - Cleans up crime scenes…before the cops know there is one.

People always say ‘you can’t go home again’. It turns out that doesn’t count as a guarantee…especially not during a global pandemic.

After the jobs in LA started to dry up, crime scene cleaner Grade Pulaski was forced to pack up and move home. He loves his family, but the last thing he ever wanted was to face the ghosts he’d left back in Sweeny, Kentucky.

Also, the place just sucks.

He certainly isn’t going to stay any longer than necessary. The plan is to save up enough money to move back to LA and give his business a kick-start. The problem is that, as previously mentioned, Sweeny’s a hole and the locals are anything but professional.

Now a body has gone missing, Grade’s reputation is being held hostage, and people keep asking whether his Dad really did run off with 100 grand of meth in the back of Dodge. Plus, even though you shouldn’t sleep with your employers, crime lord Clay Traynor is exactly the sort of bad idea that Grade can’t resist. Tattooed, bad news, and dangerous.

…oh, yeah. Grade’s job is to clean up the crime scene before the cops know someone’s dead. That’s why he needs to sort this out before he gets a bad review on dark net Yelp.

Tour: 

4th March - mmromancereviewed
7th March - Reading Reality
9th March - Two Chicks Obsessed
10th March - Boy Meets Boy
11th March - Love Bytes Reviews



Author Visit

Thanks for letting me pop in to talk about my latest book, Dirty Work, which comes out on March 4. This is the first book in the Dirty Deeds trilogy and I had a lot of fun with it! It’s available online - https://books2read.com/Dirty-Work-Dirty-Deeds-Book-1 - and I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing it!

I also hope you enjoy ‘Clean Hands’ a short story prequel to the series.

Clean Hands - Chapter Four

Grade wished that Shannon had called him an hour earlier. When he could have stuck some of the protective gear from work into his bag on the way home. Instead he stripped down to his briefs and pulled on a cheap boiler suit.

The cold air made goosebumps prickle his arms as he turned to look at the car and the dead man. He scrubbed his palms over them and glanced at Harrison behind the wheel of Suzuki. He’d sullenly agreed to come down and help as long as he didn’t have to touch the body.

That was fine. As long as they were all implicated.

“Just roll back,” he said. “Just enough for us to get the body out.”

Harrison grimaced with the half of his face still working and hunched over to fumble with the keys.

“I’m fucking traumatized,” he complained, his voice thick as it shouldered its way out through swollen lips. “I’m injured. It’s not right to make me come down here. I don’t want to see this.”

Grade slapped his hand against the car door on his way past. “Then you shouldn’t have killed him,” he said flatly. “When I give you the signal, just edge back.”

He straddled the sticky pool of blood that had oozed out from under the car. The dead man smelt of BO and just the first hint of decomposition up close. Grade grabbed his arm--clammy and flaccid, but still warmer than the woman in the funeral home--and glanced over the crumpled hood at Shannon. They had on their own boiler suit, but so far they’d not come close enough to take the weight on their half of the corpse.

“Ready?” he asked.

Shannon screwed their face up in distress, took a deep breath, and took a very reluctant few steps forward. When they touched the dead man’s arm they audibly retched, mouth puckered up tight and cheeks distended.

“Don’t puke on him,” Grade warned them. “OK--”

Harrison started the engine and the jeep jolted forward against the fleshy buffer of the dead man. Blood splattered from the impact.

“Fuck!” Grade yelped as he jumped back, his heart in his throat and gore over the crisp fabric on his chest.

Shannon just stood where they were, clots of red squirted up over their face and into their hair. For a second it looked like they were going to handle it unexpectedly well. Then they blanched a greasy white and their throat worked.

“Not on the body!” Grade said urgently.

Shannon’s chest hitched and they lurched backward into the corner of the garage. They gripped the shelves with one hand and retched noisily onto the boxes stacked there. Booze and fried rice leftovers splattered over the odds and ends that the flat-mate who’d preceded Grade had left behind. Those were some old porn DVDs and plates that weren’t going to be the same anytime soon.

“Fuck. Holy shit,” Shannon spluttered as they gagged and spat. “It went in my mouth. What the fuck? What the fuck?!”

Harrison opened the door of the car and half-fell out, one arm clutching his chest. “It’s a stick!” he said. “I left it in gear. Fuck, I can’t breathe.”

He sagged down onto the floor, sweaty and pallid as he wheezed. Grade rubbed his forehead with the back of his wrist and resisted the urge to take a deep breath. Maybe this whole bloody mess really had been an accident.

“Just get out of my way,” he said grimly. “It’ll be quicker if I do it myself.”

Harrison gave him a sour look out of his one good eye. “I told you that.”

“I never liked you,” Grade said.

“Like I care?” Harrison said. He grabbed a shelf and pulled himself up to his feet. “I killed someone and they are looking at me. I don’t give a fuck what you think.” He limped back up the steps into the house, his weight braced heavily against the railing. The door slammed behind him, and Shannon cleared their throat.

“He’s just scared,” they said. “Freaked out. Fuck, so am I. How are you not?”

“I don’t know,” Grade said. He looked at the dead body and shrugged. “It’s not like I killed him, is it?”

That had been the wrong thing to say. Shannon stared at him for a second with a flat, unhappy look on their face, then they wiped their hand over their mouth.

“I’m going to go and gargle some whiskey,” they said. “Get changed. Then I’ll come back and help, I guess.”

Grade doubted it. He nodded anyhow and waited for Shannon to follow Harrison out of the garage. Then he wiped his exposed skin down fastidiously with baby wipes to get rid of any blood, before he climbed into the car. The fake leather seat was still sweaty warm from Harrison’s body.

It was still in first gear. Grade bumped it into neutral, started the engine, and backed it up a couple of inches. The dead body slid slowly down the wall as the pressure was taken off it. For a second the head lolled back and Grade got a good look at the guy’s face.

That made his throat tighten uncomfortably and he had to resist the urge to avoid the blind stare of still brown eyes. Guilt was hardly useful under the circumstances, but Grade couldn’t deny it was a bit reassuring. He’d always been a bit odd, even if he’d learned to hide it well, but it was comforting to know that he still had a soul.

Funny, really.

Grade turned the engine off and got out of the car.

One more body for the client list. That was all.

Author Bio:

TA MOORE


TA Moore is a Northern Irish writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of black humour a mile wide. As her grandmother always said, ‘she’d laugh at a bad thing that one’, mind you, that was the pot calling the kettle black. TA Moore studied History, Irish mythology, English at University, mostly because she has always loved a good story. She has worked as a journalist, a finance manager, and in the arts sectors before she finally gave in to a lifelong desire to write.

Coffee, Doc Marten boots, and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be avoided.

Website: www.tamoorewrites.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TAMoorewrites/
Twitter: @tamoorewrites

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Giveaway:

T.A. Moore is giving away a $10 Amazon gift card with this tour! Good luck!

Blog Tour + Giveaway: Hex Work (Babylon Boys #1) by TA Moore


Author T.A. Moore returns with the final stop of a new blog tour for new urban fantasy release, Hex Work (Babylon Boys #1) ! The author not only visits us but shares an excerpt from an exclusive short story prequel! And host an Amazon gift card giveaway! Good luck!
 

Title: Hex Work by TA Moore
Publisher: Rogue Firebird Press
Release: 23 November
Amazon Link:

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09H66B6GX/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i3


Blurb:


My name is Jonah Carrow, and it’s been 300 days since I laid a hex.

OK, Jonah Carrow isn’t actually an alcoholic. But there’s no support group of lapsed hex-slingers in Jerusalem, so he’s got to make do. He goes for the bad coffee and the reminder that he just has to take normal one day at a time.

Unfortunately, his past isn’t willing to go down without a fight.

A chance encounter with a desperate Deborah Seddon, and a warning that ‘they’re watching’, pulls Jonah back into the world he’d tried to leave behind. Now he has to navigate ghosts, curses, and the hottest bad idea warlock he’s ever met…all without a single hex to his name.

But nobody ever said normal was easy. Not to Jonah anyhow.

Tour:


Hi! Can you believe it’s November already? I feel entirely adrift in the calendar these days. It’s 1934th of Morch! One thing I have managed to keep on track for, more or less, is the whole publication schedule for Hex Work...more or less!

Hex Work is NOT the book I was meant to be writing, but it’s the one that wanted to come out of my head. So I hope people like it in order to make the absolute shambles it made of my writing schedule worth it. I like it, so I guess that’s a good start!

Thanks for having me and I hope you enjoy the exclusive short story prequel to the Hex Work novella!

Read the rest of the story at TAMooreWrites.com

Stories of Babylon - Chapter Five

“Red string, red string, birth and death string,” Jonah said. He pulled a length of the string off, snapped it between his teeth, and flicked it out like a whip. “Red string chase you, away away away.”

The end of the thread tapped John’s cheek. The crust of chalk powder shattered and fell away as the string flared with bright, blue-sharp fire that flashed back down to sting Jonah’s fingers. For a second John sat--dead and bloody--on the seat. He looked at Jonah with desperate eyes and opened his mouth to say something--to ask something maybe--but he’d left it too late.

He faded away and was gone. Lot whined briefly in disappointment at losing his scratches, but then scrambled up into the front seat to stick his head out of the cracked window. His tail thumped against Jonah’s arm, hard as a whip.

Jonah shifted to the side and sucked his singed fingers as he drove. No-one lived on Zoba Road. There was a slaughter house halfway down the road, all high fences and muddy lots. Animals didn’t leave ghosts, not usually, but something big, slow, and sour with blood prowled the barns and squeezed between the livestock vans. It stank of glue and death, and it wasn’t friendly.

A few people had tried to build near here, the ugly practicality of industrial slaughter warded off by high fences and thick hedges. They always left, daunted by grassy, awful dreams and a stink that no amount of febreze could get off their clothes.

The thing in the slaughterhouse followed the Plymouth along the road, a darker shape against the darkness. Most of the dead were cold, but it steamed with bloody, animal heat that made Jonah sweat and itch.

He ignored it. Carrows dealt with the human dead, that was enough to have on their plate It stopped at the property line, just behind the fence, and watched Jonah roll into the dark. About half a mile on, nearly at the end of the road, Jonah saw a flicker of light in a field. He pulled in to the side of the road, the Plymouth tilted up as the tires mounted the verge, and checked the time.

Nearly midnight.

Not a good time to fight a ghost, but it wasn’t a good time to fight a Carrow either. Jonah grinned briefly to himself as he turned the engine off. He supposed that made the odds even.

Wife stuck her head between the seats and breathed on him, hot and dog-food meaty.

“You wait till you’re needed,” Jonah said.

He leaned over--gave Lot a quick scratch under the chin on the way by--and popped the glove box open. It was stuffed with the detritus of however long it had been since he last cleared it out. A jar of wormwood and nails, nails that had spilled out of the jar and he’d not cleaned up yet, and monopoly money that had been soaked in a tincture of black cohosh. He pushed them out of the way and grabbed the knife that had, as always, worked its way to the bottom.

It had been his Grandfather’s once. The old man had kept the flick knife tucked in his boot and sharpened it--patient and mindless--every Friday night while he drank whiskey and brooded. Jonah slid it into his pocket and didn’t bother to lock the car behind him as he headed to the gate.

A heavy chain was looped through the metal bars. It was new. The metal was smooth under Jonah’s touch, not rusted or stiff. He’d used enough magic tonight that he could feel it in his bones, eager to age the metal brittle or slip the pins of the padlock. That was the trick you had to watch for with magic, the urge to use more and more of it.

Gran had always said that the end of that road was at a gingerbread cottage deep in the woods, spackling up holes with buttercream.

Jonah climbed over the gate instead. The ground was dry and uneven, lined with stubble from the harvest. He didn’t bother to be quiet as he headed toward the old, patched up Airstream he could see in the moonlight.

Read the rest of the story on tamoorewrites!

Author Bio:

TA MOORE


TA Moore is a Northern Irish writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of black humour a mile wide. As her grandmother always said, ‘she’d laugh at a bad thing that one’, mind you, that was the pot calling the kettle black. TA Moore studied History, Irish mythology, English at University, mostly because she has always loved a good story. She has worked as a journalist, a finance manager, and in the arts sectors before she finally gave in to a lifelong desire to write.

Coffee, Doc Marten boots, and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be avoided.

Website: www.tamoorewrites.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TAMoorewrites/
Twitter: @tamoorewrites

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Giveaway:

T.A. Moore is giving away a $10 Amazon gift card with this tour! Good luck!

Blog Tour + Giveaway: Sea of Love by Nic Starr


 

Happy Halloween from BMBR!

It's the last day for the Sea of Love blog tour! Join in the celebrations with author Nic Starr and IndiGo Marketing! Learn more about the author and the contemporary romance! Don't miss the giveaway! More details below!
 


Title: Sea of Love

Author: Nic Starr

Publisher: Independently Published

Cover Artist: Covers by Jo

Release Date: 10/20/2021

Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 45,000 words

Genre: Romance

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Description

The cruise of a lifetime. A reality TV show about romance. Falling in love is inevitable.

Evan Williams is the type of guy to stick by his friends, especially when they’ve been hurt and need a favour. And if that favour involves the cruise of a lifetime, then how can he say no? Even when it means pretending to be a devoted boyfriend to Amber and having their fake relationship play out on a reality TV show for all the world to see.

Realising his boyfriend is a conceited jerk and dumping him doesn’t stop Harry Bishop from winding up as one half of a supposedly loved-up couple on the Sea of Love TV show. And if that’s not bad enough, he’s faced with temptation in the form of Evan, the perfect blend of boy-next-door-meets-sexy-stud he once crushed on. It’s going to be a long two weeks.

Two weeks of competitions, challenges, and confrontations. They’re here to take out the Sea of Love title—just not with each other—and there can only be one winner. But it turns out that true love isn’t about winning a contest; the real prize comes when you follow your heart.

Sea of Love is a feel-good romance featuring hidden attraction, fake relationships, and friends-to-lovers.

Purchase at Amazon

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Five Things About Nic

  1. I’m a foodie (and a wine lover)—Don’t believe me? Just check out my Instagram. I can usually be found dining out or cooking up a storm! In recent times, it’s mainly home cooking due to lockdown, but I don’t let that stop me from entertaining. I’ve enjoyed some fun ‘mirror meals’ with my family—my girls are in Sydney lockdown while I’m locked down 2 hours away. These are meals where I menu plan with my girls, then do a shop with them at the same time while we chat on the phone, prepare the exact same recipe together while Facetiming, then dine via Zoom with a laptop on the table at each location. So much fun!
  2. I’m an Aussie – and I’m lucky enough to have kangaroos visit my house most days!
  3. I’ve made the tree-change—Although raised in Sydney, I’m a country girl at heart. I was lucky enough to move permanently to my country home early last year. Now I’m surrounded by beautiful countryside and wildlife (see point 2) and vineyards and cellar doors (see point 1).
  4. Writing is my escape and my outlet – writing a way to immerse myself in other places and surround myself with characters who take up residence in my heart. I love to lose myself in the process of brining my stories to life.
  5. I believe everyone deserves a happy ending—I think that’s why the m/m genre appealed to me so much; as an opportunity to show that love is love, and open people’s eyes to stories of men falling in love with each other. It’s a genre that promotes acceptance.

Meet the Author

Nic Starr lives in Australia where she tries to squeeze as much into her busy life as possible. Balancing the demands of a corporate career with raising a family and writing can be challenging but she wouldn’t give it up for the world.

Always a reader, the lure of m/m romance was strong and she devoured hundreds of wonderful m/m romance books before eventually realising she had some stories of her own that needed to be told!

When not writing or reading, she loves to spend time with her family–an understanding husband and two beautiful daughters–and is often found indulging in her love of cooking and planning her dream home in the country.

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Giveaway

This giveaway is to celebrate the release of Sea of Love. Up for grabs is a set of 5 gay romance ebooks - Wild Card, Lies & Deception, More Than A Superstar, Rustic Melody, and Fragile Heart - by Nic Starr.  Enter the giveaway HERE.

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Blog Tour: A Right To Know (County Durham Quad #7) by Jude Tresswell


Author Jude Tresswell and IndiGo Marketing host A Right to Know blog tour! The author visits today and shares a guest blog on their blog and polyamory...read more to find out!

Title: A Right To Know

Series: County Durham Quad 7

Author: Jude Tresswell

Publisher: KDP

Release Date: 31st July 2021

Heat Level: 2 - Fade to Black Sex

Pairing: Male/Male Menage

Length: 57300

Genre: Mystery, asexual/sexual relationship, family drama/biological father, polyamorous relationship

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Synopsis

“A son! A child! How? Why? Fuck! Phil! You can’t have! And does this sperm-child want to see you?”

Abandonment, trust, suspicion and compromise—integral parts of a mystery that involves industrial espionage, sperm donation and coming to terms with oneself and the truth.

Sperm donors know that now, under UK law, offspring who reach eighteen have the right to learn a donor’s identity and last known address, but Phil Roberts donated before the law was changed. He is shocked and dismayed to learn that he has a son called Lewis who intends to visit. Phil’s husband, Raith, is furious—and very scared.

What does Lewis Lennon really want? The man he has always called ‘dad’ is dead. Was his death suicide or was he murdered? Lewis wants Phil to find out. So, Phil, Raith, Mike and Ross, the County Durham Quad, plus their special friend, Nick, are embroiled in another investigation, but, as always, their relationships come under scrutiny too.

Excerpt

Phil sat at the big kitchen table. His beard, neatly trimmed as always, failed to hide the lack of colour in his face. He looked shocked. He was holding a letter.

“You alright, Phil?” Mike was puzzled and concerned. “Bad news?”

“Not ‘bad’ exactly. Unexpected. Very.” He sighed. “I’ve an eighteen-year-old son. Sperm donation.”

Raith, Phil’s husband, dropped the glass of juice he was drinking. It rolled off the table and smashed as it hit the floor.

“A son! A child! How? Why? Fuck! Phil! You can’t have! And does this sperm-child want to see you?” Raith snatched the letter from Phil’s hands. “I can’t read this fucking stuff; it’s in joined-up. Why didn’t he type it?”

“He probably felt that this was more personal,” Mike suggested, retrieving the letter from the floor where Raith had slung it in disgust and shaking it free of orange juice.

“It’s fucking personal alright. You always said they couldn’t identify you, Phil. What the fuck’s gone wrong?”

“It looks as though we might find out,” said Ross, the fourth member of the quad. He was reading the letter over Mike’s shoulder. “He intends to visit. I think we need to talk.”

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Mike, Ross, Raith and Phil, four men who shared a home in Tunhead, a tiny hamlet in the Durham hills. Tunhead derived its name from Tun Beck, a little stream that flowed into the larger River Wear. Tun Beck lent its name to BOTWAC too—the Beck on the Wear Arts Centre. Ross managed BOTWAC, Raith provided paintings and ceramics and Mike carried out the maintenance. Phil was the only one whose work was separate. He was a surgeon at Warbridge Hospital, an hour’s drive away and, in a sense, his medical background was the cause of the morning’s shock announcement. The four of them talked about the news that evening.

“You knew I’d donated sperm, Raith.” Phil had always made it clear that when he was a medical student, like many others on his course, he had donated both for research and for procreation.

“I know that, but you’d always done it anonymously. You said so, and you never did it after they changed the law.”

Raith was referring to a change that occurred in 2005 regarding data held at UK fertility clinics. At licenced clinics, that is. Prior to the change, offspring conceived by sperm or egg donation could learn some information about their donor when they reached sixteen, but what was released was very general. If donors wished to remain anonymous, they could do so. From 2005, though, anonymity was lifted. Sixteen was still the age of release of the ‘non-identifiable information’, but at eighteen, offspring conceived by donation had the right to be told their donor’s name and date of birth and, also, their donor’s last known address.

“I didn’t donate after two thousand and five. I think I’d know if I did.”

“Sperm can be frozen though, can’t it, Phil? Perhaps it was used after the change was implemented.”

“Only for another year or so, Ross, and under the old anonymity rules. There was a transitional period but, after that, sperm could only be used in exceptional circumstances. To create a sibling, for example. I remember being contacted about it. I had the option of… going public, if you like, but I chose not to do so. I didn’t want…I didn’t want a child, well, not one that I’d feel some responsibility for. I suppose, if I’m honest, I did want to pass on my genes, have that sense of immortality—I knew it was unlikely that I’d ever father a child with a woman. I just wanted to… be helpful, I suppose. I gave a brief self-description at the time, but the details would apply to thousands of people: eyes, hair, height, weight, ethnicity. Even if you narrowed the count with ‘student medic’ and my year of birth, you’d still be talking hundreds. I was careful not to leave traces.”

“How thoughtful of you!”

“That’s not helpful, Raith.”

Ross chastised gently but, tonight, too harshly for Raith.

“Helpful! It’s not help Phil needs—it’s a fucking vasectomy, but he’s eighteen years too late. I’m going up.”

No hugs, no kisses—the little goodnight habits that told the men that they were loved and cared for and cared about. Just “I’m going up” and heavy footsteps on the stairs.



Author Visit

My Polyallsorts blog

I love receiving requests to guest blog: thank you for offering the chance to do this one. I have my own blog, of course, and I’ve been posting pages regularly for a few years now. I don’t have a strict schedule. Polyallsorts, the blog title, reflects the fact that I’ll write about whatever takes my fancy—as long as it’s connected with aspects of the books. Hence the subtitle: offshoots of tales about four polyamorous men. Here are five of the posts. I hope they give a flavour of what’s on offer.



The Infinity Heart Symbol and Polyamory

https://polyallsorts.wordpress.com/2018/05/24/infinity-heart-symbol-and-polyamory/

The most popular post. It’s three years old, but it still gets views. The symbol seems to fascinate people. (It does me!) My Quad have it tattooed on their arm or neck. To them, it represents honesty, openness, love and passion.



LGBT+, Victorian Values: What’s Changed?

https://polyallsorts.wordpress.com/2019/06/18/lgbtvictorian-valueswhats-changed/

I’ve a short story, Scar Ghyll Levels, set in Victorian England. I was stunned to discover that, in some ways, Victorian times were less phobic than late twentieth century ones. Hence the post. It’s fairly political. I still seethe when I think of some of the things that occurred when Mrs Thatcher was PM.



RSE Teaching and LGBTQ phobia

https://polyallsorts.wordpress.com/2020/08/21/rse-teaching-and-lgbtq-phobia/

And this one’s somewhat political too. A change in the curriculum for teaching religion, sex and health education in England resulted in homophobic protests at some school gates. It’s what inspired me to write Book 5, A Share in a Secret. (If ‘inspired’ is the word; it was disheartening not uplifting.)



Ace and/or Aego

https://polyallsorts.wordpress.com/2021/05/11/ace-and-or-aego/

One in which I explore aspects of my own orientation. Talking with myself. I think of myself as asexual and aegosexual but not necessarily at the same time. (My spell check has queried ‘aegosexual’. Will it allow ‘anegosexual’ instead? No.)



Aegosexuality and M/M fiction: strange bedfellows

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Is it strange to be asexual but write about polyamorous men? Don’t know, but, again, I was working out my own thoughts via writing them down.


I always respond to comments on the posts and, if you feel that there’s an ‘offshoot’ that would make a good topic, please do let me know. Thank you

Jude

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Tales that track the exploits of Mike, Ross, Raith and Phil, four men who live and love in County Durham, North-East England. Together with, from Book 3 onward, their friend, Nick Seabrooke, the Quad solve crimes, are accused of crimes and, occasionally, commit crimes. Their actions jeopardise their relationships. Sometimes, the biggest threat they face is staying together. Each tale comes with its own plot, and background is included to aid new readers. Feel free to jump in anywhere.

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I'm a long-married, asexual, cis-gender female who lives in southeast England. I'm from northern England though, and the north is the setting of all my stories. You can see the setting on my Youtube channel. This isn't a #ownvoice tale, though there's certainly some ace-rep in it. Part of the motivation was my dismay at receiving, unasked for, the results of an ancestry test earlier this year. A different situation from Phil in the story, but I felt for him! A TW: parental suicide. Again, it's something I have experience of. I hope I have dealt with it sensitively.

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Blog Tour + Giveaway: Fire in the Ice by Ryan Taylor & Joshua Harwood


It's the final day for the Fire in the Ice blog tour! Authors Ryan Taylor & Joshua Harwood, along with IndiGo Marketing, promote the new adult hockey romance, share their playlist and host a $25 Amazon gift card giveaway!



Title: Fire in the Ice

Author: Ryan Taylor & Joshua Harwood

Publisher: Wainscott Press

Release Date: May 14, 2021

Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 81,000 words

Genre: Romance, Gay Romance, MM Romance, Gay Hockey Romance, Gay Sports Romance, New Adult Gay Romance

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What if love threatened to destroy everything you’d worked for?

Hockey right winger Tyler Jensen isn’t thrilled to get the news he’s been traded to the Bethesda Barracudas. The team may be red-hot in the rankings, but there’s someone there he’d rather not have to see every day.

Defenseman Kevin Moore is one of the top-rated rookies in the country. He’s living the dream playing for the Barracudas—until he hears that his old high-school crush Tyler is joining the team. Ty was once everything Kev wanted, but their age difference got in the way. Tyler decided a three-year gap was too much and left Kevin behind.

In Bethesda, Tyler doesn’t take long to notice that Kevin has grown up into precisely the kind of man he can’t resist—brawny, brainy, and beautiful. Kev feels the pull too, and as the men become closer, they work hard to keep their budding relationship secret. Professional hockey may be welcoming gay players now, but Ty and Kev aren’t sure management would like the idea of two Barracudas taking teamwork to an entirely new level.

As the playoffs loom, news of their romance gets out. Ty and Kev, caught in a storm of controversy that threatens to destroy them, need a power play to save their careers. How will they find one before it’s too late?

Fire in the Ice delivers on the promise that second chances can work and dreams can come true. If you like exciting hockey, plenty of humor, a beautiful HEA, new adults, young athletes, and enough heat to burn down the house, this book is for you.

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Playlist Compiled by Ryan Taylor and Joshua Harwood
(We own no rights to the music or lyrics. All Copyrights, Trademarks, and Other Rights are held by their respective owners.)

The playlist is called Fire in the Ice. You can listen at https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3G4RmmCCbTJzLUOSrh3amY?si=4977b7a112da4e69. As long as you’re a member of Spotify (you can create a no-cost account), you can listen to it there. If you are not a member, you should be able to find the songs elsewhere without any trouble.

We listen to a lot of music while we write. As we get further into a book, we find ourselves enjoying the same songs over and over. Certain music helps us shape characters and plot, and as a result, we associate some songs with particular scenes or chapters. The music puts us in the moment with the characters, allowing us to tell their story as effectively as possible.

This playlist includes some of the songs we listened to the most while writing Fire in the Ice. A synopsis of the book is just below. It doesn’t contain spoilers per se, but if you don’t like to know anything about a book before reading it, you should stop here and just listen to the playlist.

Kevin Moore had a terrible crush on Tyler Jensen when they were in high school. Kev was younger than Ty, and Ty had a boyfriend, but those kinds of details never do much to heal a youthful crush. We imagine young Kevin listened to a lot of music while he thought about Ty and dreamed about everything he wished could happen. As time passed, Kevin and Tyler became close friends. Even after Ty graduated, they stayed in touch and supported each other. Kevin’s crush never went away, but Tyler still had a boyfriend and wasn’t available.

Tyler wasn’t immune to Kevin’s charms, but even after he and his boyfriend broke up, he was afraid he was too old for Kev. Both young men and professional hockey players, Tyler and Kevin needed intimacy and companionship. They spent time searching for that special someone and eventually lost touch, but their feelings for each other never disappeared. We imagine both of them listened to songs like some of the ones on this playlist, longing for what they didn’t have—each other.

Fire in the Ice is a love story with a great HEA, and when Kevin and Tyler eventually met up again, romance wasn’t far away. Tyler wasn’t too old for Kevin anymore, and once they both said, “I’m in,” things happened quickly. The initial joy of love was overpowering, and they couldn’t stay away from each other. Their happiness combined with their love of hockey, and even a huge challenge that threatened their careers wasn’t enough to dampen their enthusiasm for each other.

We hope you’ll listen to the playlist and read the book. Please be sure to let us know what you think at https://www.ryanandjoshth.com/.

Here are the contents of the playlist:
  • Youth, Troye Sivan
  • Not in That Way, Sam Smith
  • Easy, Troye Sivan
  • Anchor, Novo Amor
  • Can’t Fight This Feeling, REO Speedwagon
  • A Sky Full of Stars, Coldplay
  • My Guy, Mary Wells
  • You Make My Dreams Come True, Hall and Oates
  • Love on Top, Beyoncé
  • Everything, Michael Bublé

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Fire in the Ice
A Novel by Ryan Taylor & Joshua Harwood
Copyright © 2021 Ryan Taylor & Joshua Harwood. All Rights Reserved.

The fire alarm went off! I sat bolt upright, my heart pounding like a bass drum and the soaring panic making it hard to breathe. Just as I threw a leg over the side of the bed, I realized I didn’t know where the door was. Hell, I couldn’t even remember what city we were in. Sweat ran into my eyes, and I called for Thompson, my roommate. He didn’t answer. Had he run for safety and left me sleeping?

I finally came around enough to realize the noise wasn’t the fire alarm—it was the alarm on my phone. Thompson wasn’t there because we weren’t on a road trip. In fact, he and I weren’t even on the same team anymore. The Seattle Cohos had traded me, and I was a Bethesda-fuckin-Barracuda now. Woo-hoo! The fact that I had a terrible crush on one of my new teammates, who definitely did not return the feelings, made my new life a thrilling prospect. I wondered if there was any chance Kevin might change his mind and give me a chance. Doubtful, after what happened last fall.

It was way too early to get up, and I stretched my way through a big yawn. I’d flown to DC with Birky Ferrell, my teammate who had also been traded, and we didn’t get into town until about eleven the night before. That had only been eight p.m. Seattle time, so I didn’t fall asleep for hours. According to my phone, it was currently seven a.m. in Washington, and I was due in Bethesda by eight thirty. Time to get my ass out of bed and into the shower.

Lucky me, I had a whole new team to get to know. Too bad they’d played in Seattle only ten days earlier, and I’d gotten into it with one of their defensemen, Pierre Gagné. The rest of the game hadn’t exactly been friendly between the Barracudas and me, and I didn’t know what kind of reception to expect at Cuda Arena. I hoped they’d be in the mood to let bygones be bygones.

An hour later, Birky and I were in an Uber creeping its way through rush-hour traffic toward Bethesda. Bob Shuford, the head coach, wanted to see us before our first practice with the team. I studied Birky’s profile while he looked out the window. His craggy face was handsome, and he wore his brown hair in a crew cut. Birky was an enforcer, so he got into his share of brawls, and a few scars gave his face character.

He turned his attention away from the street. “You nervous?”

“No more than you.”

“We’ll be fine. They’re lucky to have us. You heard they made Johnson captain?”

“Yeah, I saw that last night.”

Birky shifted in his seat, so he could see me. “You know him, right? I’ve seen you two talking when the teams played each other.”

“We went to prep school together at St. Mark’s.” I took a deep breath and leaned back in the seat. Nick and I had so much more than gone to prep school together, but that was a lifetime ago. For five of the last seven years, we’d only been friends from a distance.

“Seems like a good guy.”

I smiled. “Nick is one of the nicest men you’ll ever meet. Best thing they could have done, making him captain. He was team captain in high school, and he’s a born leader.”

“Sounds like what they needed. Keefer’s an ass.”

“You’re almost right.”

He cocked his head.

“Nick as captain is what we need, Birky. We’re Barracudas now.”

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Ryan Taylor and Joshua Harwood met in law school and were married in 2017. They live in a suburb of Washington, DC, and share their home with a big, cuddly German shepherd. Ryan and Josh enjoy travel, friends, and advocating for causes dear to their hearts. Ryan also loves to swim, and Josh likes to putter in the garden whenever he can. The romance they were so lucky to find with each other inspires their stories about love between out and proud men.

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Blog Tour + Giveaway: Split Shift (Night Shift #2) by T.A. Moore

Welcome author T.A. Moore with the latest blog tour for new release, Split Shift (Night Shift #2)! Author T.A. Moore visits with a chapter she wrote in the Night Shift world! Plus, she hosts a $10 Amazon gift card giveaway! Good luck!


Title: Split Shift
Publisher: Rogue Firebird Press
Release: April 19
Link: https://books2read.com/splitshiftbook2

Blurb: The hard thing about Night Shift is when you realize werewolves are bad news, but people can be worse.

After Night Shift officer Kit Marlow solved the murder of child star Haley Jenkins, he figured he was due a little down time. Maybe even a dinner date with Cade Deacon, the sarcastic security consultant, very good kisser, and werewolf who'd helped with the investigation.

That was before someone in a Night Shift uniform drove them both off the road. With the full moon up the only dinner date Cade is interested in...has Marlow served up on a plate. And not in a sexy way.

It's the second time that corrupt Night Shift officers have tried to kill Marlow. If he has his way, it will be the last. Problem is he only has twenty-eight days before the next full moon. If he hasn't identified who wants him dead by then, he'll have to take to werewolf filled streets with a team at his back he can't trust.

First things first, though. Get through the next twelve hours alive and uneaten, and hope that if a second date is still on the cards it's less eventful.

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First of all, thank you so much for having me! I’m thrilled to be here with my new release, Split Shift by TA Moore, the second novella in the Night Shift series. 

For the blog tour I’ve written a short story set in the Night Shift world. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 5

Blood and bits of hair and skin greased the crack in the side of the bus. It hadn’t been quite big enough for whoever had been dragged out. Marlow was careful where he put his hands--as much as he could be--and tried not to think about it.

He reached up, grabbed the cold metal strut of one of the seats, and dragged himself up. A strip of metal gave under his foot and he slipped briefly, a stab of pain in the back of his calf as something dug in, but he steadied himself and made it up onto the sticky, smelly floor of the bus.

A kid instantly launched herself at him. Skinny little arms wrapped his neck and she hiccupped sobs into his shoulder. She was kind of damp and smelled of...panic. Marlow tried to peel her off, failed, and steadied her with one hand instead as he got to his knees.

“Night Shift are here now!” a little boy said, puffed up with authority and fear. “We’ll be a-ok! Sir, yes, sir!”

Mutters of ‘Night Shift’ eddied through the bus and the kids shuffled closer to him. Some of them sniffled and asked for their moms or dads, others patted him like he was a good luck charm. They were all sticky. It seemed petty to notice that under the circumstances, but they were.

There was no teacher.

Bennett squirmed into the bus with much less fanfare, which explained why she’d let Marlow go first.

“Where--?”

Marlow shook his head and indicated the cluster of kids with a quick flick of his head.

“OK,” he said. His voice sounded muted and small under the gunfire and howls from outside. He took a deep breath and tried again, louder. “Everyone, take a seat. Come on. I want everyone’s butt on a seat by the time I count to three. Can you all do that? One. Two.”

The kids shuffled in place uncertainly. A few started for one of the benches and then stopped when no one else followed them.

“It’s not a field trip,” Bennett hissed at him. “Jesus Christ.”

“Everyone,” Marlow insisted. “Two and a half. And threeeeee.”

The kids finally co-operated, hunched in little clots of bodies on benches meant for two kids.

Except for one little girl. She had blood in her blonde curls and a long gash on her face that might even scar if she lived long enough. Not badly though. Her eyes were huge and glazed with shock.

“Mrs Notting hurt herself,” she said. For some reason saying it broke the dam and her face screwed up as tears spilled down her face. “Really bad.”

Bennett grimaced at Marlow and then turned to point at the kids. They stared at her finger as it tracked along the rows. “You lot? Stay. Put. Got it?”

They all nodded earnestly.

“Hey, kid,” Marlow put his hand on the little girl’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “What’s your name?”

The little girl wiped her nose on her sleeve. “Elliot.”

“OK. Elliot, why don’t you take us to your Mrs Nottingly? Let’s see if we can help her?”

Elliot squinched her face up, dripping fresh blood from the cut on her cheek, and shook her head. “I don’t want to,” she said. “Mr Redknapp is up there.”

“Where?” Bennett asked. “Front or back?”

Elliot pointed toward the front of the bus.

“OK,” Marlow said. He pulled a pad of gauze out of his pocket, pressed it against her cheek, and lifted her hand to hold it in place. “Hold that there and go sit down while we got check on them. OK?”

She stumbled away. Marlow pulled his gun and held it low against his leg as he followed Bennett down the bus. It jolted and rattled underfoot as wolves got through the Night Shift barricade to crash into it.

Bennett caught her balance on a kid’s head, apologised, and Marlow slid past her into the cab.

It turned out Mr Redknapp didn’t need any help. He sprawled, head down, on the steps toward the claw-scored door. There was a hole in his back big enough to stick a fist into and from the thick, clotted puddle of blood under him the one in his chest was even bigger.

“I...I had to,” Mrs Notting said. She was a stocky, middle-aged woman with severely cut hair and watery blue eyes. She had on a peach t-shirt with ‘Greetings from Florida’ on it and both legs torn up by wolf teeth. It was enough of a mess it was hard to tell how bad. Her hands were rock steady on the shotgun she cradled in her arms. “He was going to open the door. I had to stop him. He wouldn’t have made it, he couldn’t, and I...I had to give the kids a chance.”

Marlow hesitated for a second, the words stoppered up in his throat with shock.

“You did the right thing,” Bennett said, her voice flat with conviction. “He’d have gotten you all killed.”

“Shotguns standard issue on a school bus?” Marlow asked.

Notting glanced down at the gun as if she’d forgotten it was there. Her fingers flexed against the stock.

“Not usually,” she said. “It seemed like a good idea tonight. Guess I was right.”

She tilted her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. The colour had left her face, her lips a liverish pink.

“You guys got this?” she asked. “Because I’ve lost a lot of blood and I’d like to pass out.”

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TA MOORE


TA Moore is a Northern Irish writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of black humour a mile wide. As her grandmother always said, ‘she’d laugh at a bad thing that one’, mind you, that was the pot calling the kettle black. TA Moore studied History, Irish mythology, English at University, mostly because she has always loved a good story. She has worked as a journalist, a finance manager, and in the arts sectors before she finally gave in to a lifelong desire to write.

Coffee, Doc Marten boots, and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be avoided.

Website: www.tamoorewrites.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TAMoorewrites/
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Blog Tour + Giveaway: Shift Work (Nigtht Shift #1) by TA Moore


Welcome author TA Moore as she visits on the Shift Work (Night Shift #1) blog tour! The author visits and with gifts readers with an exclusive short story chapter! And enter in the $10 Amazon gift card giveaway too!  

 
Title: Shift Work

Publisher: Rogue Firebird Press

Release: March 19

Link: https://books2read.com/ShiftWorkNightShiftBookOne


Blurb:
You'd think the werewolves would be the worst thing about the Night Shift; you'd be wrong.

All Officer Kit Marlow wanted was a cup of coffee and some downtime before his next night shift. Instead, he got a naked man in the elevator and an unaccounted-for dead girl in the morgue. He's going to need to deal with both before he can head for his bed.

Or anyone else's. Although not much chance of that.

Reluctantly partnered with the acerbic security consultant Cade Deacon—last seen naked in the elevator—Marlow delves into the dead girl's life. Between them, they uncover a new crime scene with the whiff of old corruption. A corruption that, five years ago, nearly took Marlow's life and ended his career.

Finding out who killed the dead girl on the slab might only be the start of this investigation. Oh, and it's the second night of the full moon. So 80% of the city, including Cade, will turn into werewolves in the middle of the case.

So, there's that.

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First of all, thank you so much for having me! I’m thrilled to be here with my new release, Shift Work by TA Moore. It’s a novella. It’s a longish novella, but still a novella. It’s the first book in a three book series that will be coming out over the next….three months. So that’s easy! Well, for you. I’m going to have no nails left.

For the blog tour I’ve written a short story set in the Night Shift world. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Four


“David-20,” Marlow tried the radio again. “David-20. We have a situation here.”

No one came back to him. Blood soaked up through the tarp and welled between his fingers.

Beth pulled on his arm with weak fingers. He looked down at her. Tears welled up in her eyes, squeezed out from under the puffy lid on the bruised shut one.

“I just wanted to stop,” she said. “They wouldn’t let me. Annie said it would work. If she came with me.”

Marlow bit his lower lip. “Is Annie a wolf, Beth?” he asked.

She didn’t answer him. That was probably answer enough. Shit. Marlow ducked his chin down to run his chin against his shoulder as he tried to work out his options. It was possible that Annie had made it outside, and the team had dealt with her. But it was also possible she hadn’t. There were a lot of wolves in the city tonight.

Annie could still be in the building, along with whoever ‘they’ were.

“Beth?” Marlow said. “I need to go find them. You need to put pressure on your injury. Hold this in place, okay?”

“It was just meant to scare them,” Beth sobbed. Her hands slid limply away from her stomach and flopped onto the ground. “Annie just wanted to help me.”

Marlow grabbed her chin and made her look at him. She was a pretty kid. Her hair was bleached to straw under the pink dye, but her teeth were straight, and her skin was good. She could have been tricked out, but his money was that someone had gotten her selling drugs for them. Null kids made good mules. The only cops out tonight were Night Shift, and as long as no-one shot up in front of them, they didn’t care about drug crime.

“If she kills someone, that’s murder,” he said.

Beth pinched her mouth together sullenly. “Prove it,” she said.

“I’ll make a point of it,” Marlow said. He took her hand and put it back over the makeshift bandage. He pressed down on it until she flinched. “Now keep that in place while I make sure I don’t have to.”

She finally cooperated.

Marlow gave her shoulder an awkward pat and scrambled to his feet. He pulled his gun and held it low at his side as he followed the spray of blood over the floor. The sound of the city outside—distant howls, alarms, the screams of dying deer—filtered through the walls. He tuned it out and tried to concentrate on sounds that were closer to hand.

A door slammed.

The sound echoed oddly off the high ceilings, but Marlow thought it was to the right. He broke into a loping run toward it, through tables piled with towels and into stacks of home appliances still in boxes.

Something dark and moving reflected in the shiny bowl of a stand mixer. It saved his life. Marlow threw himself to the side without thinking about it. He hit the ground hard, a jolt of pain through his shoulder as it hit a shelf on the way down, and the wolf’s paw smashed through the air where he’d been.

The stack of boxes went flying. Marlow got his arms up to push them away from his face, the corners sharp and hard as they hit his forearms. The stand mixer hit the ground next to him, polished bowl dented and candy-pink shell cracked open.

Marlow grabbed the handle, cold against his palm, and swung as the wolf pounced at him. It caught her on the side of the head, hard enough to crumple the metal past any resale, and Marlow scrambled backward until he could get to his feet.

Never get in close with a wolf. The academy had only been a month ago. He shouldn’t have forgotten the lessons yet. Wolves don’t lose wrestling matches; the key was to stay just out of reach and wear them down.

Easier when you had a squad at your back.

The wolf screamed and smashed the ground. Thick fingers, tipped with long, black claws, tore up the tiles in splinters and sharp-edged chunks. Her head jerked up, and she swung it around, mouth open to show ragged rows of teeth, and her ears pricked.

Her eyes were blood red and filmed over, scabs of green crusted along the lids, and the skin around them was raw and blistered.

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TA MOORE


TA Moore is a Northern Irish writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of black humour a mile wide. As her grandmother always said, ‘she’d laugh at a bad thing that one’, mind you, that was the pot calling the kettle black. TA Moore studied History, Irish mythology, English at University, mostly because she has always loved a good story. She has worked as a journalist, a finance manager, and in the arts sectors before she finally gave in to a lifelong desire to write.

Coffee, Doc Marten boots, and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be avoided.

Website: www.tamoorewrites.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TAMoorewrites/
Twitter: @tamoorewrites

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Blog Tour + Giveaway: Afloat (Staying Afloat #3) by Isabelle Adler

It's the final day of the Afloat (Staying Afloat #3) blog tour! Author Isabelle Adler and IndiGo Marketing host an exclusive excerpt, as well as more info about the series finale! Read more and enter in the $10 NineStar Press gift code giveaway!

Title: Afloat

Series: Staying Afloat, Book Three

Author: Isabelle Adler

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 02/15/2021

Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 70900

Genre: Science Fiction, LGBTQIA+, sci-fi, spaceships/pilots, action-adventure, space battles, abduction, aliens, alien ships, bisexual, demisexual, military

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No place is safe anymore.

Matt and his crew know it all too well—and it’s especially true now as the war with the Alraki has reached the heart of Federation space and struck close to home. Suddenly, Matt is faced with a difficult choice. He has the opportunity to sway the tide of the war and rectify a past wrong by helping the Fleet obtain a groundbreaking Alraki technology. But to do so, he must risk his ship and the lives of his crewmates.

With Matt’s archenemy, the infamous Captain Rodgers, still on the loose and bent on revenge, the Alraki aren’t the only ones who pose a deadly threat to Matt and the people most dear to his heart. With danger and betrayal haunting their steps, Matt and Ryce must find a way to save their friends even as sinister secrets from the past threaten to tear them apart.

This time, the price of staying afloat might be higher than what Matt is willing to pay.

Afloat is the third book in Isabelle Adler’s exciting debut series, Staying Afloat, and concludes the series. For best enjoyment, advise reading the books in order.

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Afloat
Isabelle Adler © 2021
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“Can’t wait to get the hell out of here,” Matt muttered to himself.

A Federation space map slowly revolved on the large canopy screen, illuminating the darkened bridge with the light of distant stars. A red dot flashed sedately at the very edge of the map, marking their current location. The Elysium system was as remote as an inhabited corner of the galaxy could possibly be.

Unfortunately, as it turned out, “remote” didn’t always mean “out of harm’s way.”

Matt set the empty coffee mug on the edge of the console and leaned back, linking his hands behind his head as he considered the vastness of the galaxy, sprawled before him in all its unassuming majesty. At first glance, it appeared to hold endless possibilities, but as it turned out, they were unfortunately limited by constraints that had nothing to do with Matt’s dreams and preferences. Even the parts of the galaxy ostensibly under Federation control weren’t always safe for humans, and out of those, quite a large number of places weren’t safe for him personally.

“Permission to come on the bridge,” a voice chimed over the speaker. Matt smiled and spun around in his chair to greet Ryce as he walked in.

“So formal. Are you going to salute me next and call me ‘Captain’?”

Ryce grinned back at him and leaned down for a quick kiss before sitting beside him in the copilot seat.

“Now who’s being kinky? I thought adherence to a chain of command wasn’t your thing.”

“It’s not. But it’d still be nice to get some respect around here.”

“Knowing your crew, there’s not much chance of that,” Ryce remarked and cocked his head as he studied the map. “Have you been here all morning?”

“Pretty much. And where were you? I didn’t see you at breakfast.”

“I was playing chess with Val in the rec room.”

“Really? Two geniuses playing chess? Could you be any more cliché?”

“Neither of us is technically a genius,” Ryce observed, his eyes still glued to the screen.

“Close enough from where I stand.”

“Val and I have also tested the new power converter for the engine, and, as far as he’s concerned, it’s all systems go.” The digitalized starlight reflected in Ryce’s eyes as he pulled up the specs at the bottom of the screen, making Matt’s attention momentarily slip. “We can be out of this system the second you decide where we’re going. Have you?”

Matt sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His auburn locks had grown a bit too long for his taste, but with everything that’d been going on lately—namely, his engineer having been kidnapped and his pilot having been roped into participating in deadly drag races—he hadn’t had a chance to cut them.

“Not really. Since we’ve changed registration twice in one year already, there are only so many sectors where we could apply for a working permit, and a lot of the others are now a warzone. This whole war business is a real nuisance when you’re on the run.”

“Do you think Griggs is still after us?” Ryce asked. “It has been rather quiet lately.”

“I don’t know, but I’m not planning on hanging around much longer to find out.”

Griggs, the black-market king of the Freeport 73 station, was the man behind their crew’s recent misadventures, and though they’d managed to strike an uneasy truce, Matt wasn’t naive enough to believe the crime lord would swallow the bitter pill of blackmail without some kind of payback. Having to—literally—piece his engineer back together was more than enough incentive for Matt to look for opportunities elsewhere.

“Tony says we’re due a vacation, and for once, I tend to agree with her. We’ve all been through some tough shit in the past few months, and we all deserve a break while we have the cash to afford it. But before we go booking that luxury resort stay on Nova, I’d like to have all my bases covered.”

Matt shook his head and looked at Ryce.

“What about you? Is there anywhere you’d like to go, even if it’s just for a little while?” he asked gently, reaching out to stroke the other man’s hand. “Have you considered getting in touch with your mother?”

“I don’t think it’s time for that yet,” Ryce said, looking away. “I’m grateful for the money she sent me, of course, but it still doesn’t mean she wants to see me.”

There was something evasive about the way he said it, as if he wasn’t completely sure or completely truthful in his answer.

“Okay,” Matt said slowly.

It really wasn’t his place to pry or push Ryce into being more open about this particular subject; God knew, Matt was prickly about discussing his own family with other people. But he couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. It was silly, really, but there he was, unable to hold back a frown because it implied Ryce didn’t trust him enough to share something a little more personal.

But his disappointment was his hang-up, not Ryce’s. So instead of quietly sulking, Matt squeezed Ryce’s hand in reassurance. The feel of Ryce’s skin against his was still wondrous to him, despite them spending barely any time apart, his own private miracle. Not only because he still couldn’t quite believe a man like Ryce could love someone as flawed as him, but because after everything they’d been through, they were incredibly fortunate to be alive to enjoy their happy ever after. This was what he should be focusing on, not some imaginary slights he was learning to recognize as self-sabotage.

Ryce smiled and covered Matt’s hand with his own, his cool touch sending sparks of excitement down Matt’s spine. “What are you thinking? You have that funny look on your face.”

“Must be the aftermath of last night’s dinner.”

Ryce scoffed. “You didn’t have to be quite so unequivocal about how bad you thought it was,” he chided, but there was a spark of laughter in his eyes.

“I’m actually glad you suck at cooking. Just goes to show nobody can be perfect at everything. And if you’re not perfect, there’s hope for the rest of us mortals.”

“Remind me to gloat with the same level of delight when I discover something you suck at.”

“So pretty much anything?”

“I can think of a few things you’re good at,” Ryce murmured, sliding from his seat and onto Matt’s lap in a fluid motion.

Matt’s heart sped up. He pulled Ryce closer, greedily drinking the kiss as he closed his eyes and lost himself to the whirlwind of stars around him.

He slid his hand over the front zipper of Ryce’s fatigues, but then Ryce withdrew abruptly, frowning, and touched the adapter on his temple, the one linked to Lady Lisa’s computer.

“There’s an incoming call,” he said.

“They’ll call later,” Matt said impatiently. Whoever it was, they could damn well wait another ten minutes. “We’re kind of in the middle of something here.”

“It’s a military channel.” Ryce’s frown deepened, and he stood up to sit back in the copilot seat.

“Damn it.” Matt sat up in his chair, pushing down on his arousal and frustration. His disdain for authority didn’t extend as far as ignoring contacts from the military. This could be Nora, of course, but his sister rarely used encrypted communications simply to check up on him. “Bring it on-screen.”

The face that appeared in front of them wasn’t Nora’s, but it was familiar. The bright white background didn’t look like the bridge of a ship. Something beeped steadily just out of sight, jolting unpleasant memories of Matt’s several stays in medical facilities.

“Commander Walker,” Matt said, trying to keep the worry out of his voice. “Not to sound rude or anything, but why are you calling?”

Matt had been questioned ad nauseam by the man almost eight months ago, after their unfortunate stint on the Colanta-3 moon and the discovery (and subsequent destruction) of a Mnirian superweapon. He hadn’t liked Walker then, and he wasn’t thrilled to see him now, but he couldn’t deny he owed the commander his life after being saved from a slow, oxygen-deprived death in the depths of the alien bunker.

“I’m contacting you on behalf of Major Cummings.” Walker sounded unusually subdued. The stress lines around his eyes and mouth seemed deeper, marring his otherwise classically handsome features. “I thought you should know your sister was gravely injured in the line of duty.”

Ryce’s sharp intake of breath indicated that Walker had said something terrible, but for some reason, the moments stretched and stretched until the meaning of the words finally registered in Matt’s brain, hitting him with the force of a freight barge.

“How gravely?” he asked, digging his fingers into the arms of his chair.

Walker pursed his lips. “Enough for me to contact you on my own initiative,” he said, his voice clipped.

“What happened?” Ryce asked while Matt was busy remembering how to breathe.

“We were deployed back in the Sonora sector, and our ship, the Lennox, was on her way from Freeport 16 to the Sonora-11 outpost when we were attacked.”

Even though they weren’t touching, Matt felt Ryce tense beside him.

“Attacked? By whom?”

“An Alraki frigate,” Walker said after a pause. “A torpedo took out a portion of the bridge. Major Cummings was lucky to be able to get out before the shields gave and the section was sealed off.”

Matt and Ryce exchanged a look. Judging by Ryce’s startled expression, the same thought must have occurred to him, one that made Matt’s stomach, already tied in knots by the news, lurch with awful premonition.

“I haven’t heard anything about the fighting reaching as far as Sonora,” Ryce said, frowning. “The military bases in this sector are designated mainly for training and redeployment.”

“It hasn’t,” Walker said. “This was…an isolated incident.”

“An Alraki frigate attacking a destroyer battleship in the heart of Federation space?” Matt said, barely recognizing his own voice for the strain. “That’s—”

“Disturbing. I know,” Walker said. For the first time since Matt had met the man, he looked troubled, but a second later, he visibly pulled himself together, as stern as ever in his officer uniform. “By rights, I shouldn’t even be telling you this. But I know how much your sister cares for you, and I thought you should be here by her side. Before it’s too late.”

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Matt adjusted his face mask and looked around the dim cavern of the hold from where he was crouching next to Lady Lisa’s hull. The space around them seemed empty, the Alraki probably still busy fending off the Falcon fighters, but it didn’t mean they could dawdle. As loath as Matt was to leave his ship, eventually he’d have to make that first step into the belly of the beast and hope to God he wouldn’t be swallowed.

“Ready?” Ryce whispered beside him, and Matt nodded. Ryce’s face was half-obscured by the mask needed to adjust to the different oxygen and nitrogen levels inside the Alraki craft, but otherwise, they didn’t bother with any cumbersome protective gear, especially as the artificial gravitational pull was slightly higher than the regular 1 g. The environment wasn’t toxic, per se, just deeply…well, alien.

They ran across the floor, their feet bouncing softly on what felt like rubbery coating. Out in the open, the vibrations were much more pronounced but not strong enough to throw them off balance.

“Do you know where to go?” Matt whispered when they neared the tall arched doorway.

“Yes. I memorized the ship’s map from Walker’s briefing.” Ryce scanned the corridor in both directions, a blaster gun set on maximum impact at the ready.

“Of course you did. Watch out!”

They ducked, hiding behind opposite sides of the opening as several Alraki trotted down the corridor, their bio-mech armor creaking softly. Another party followed in their footsteps after less than a minute.

“They’re gonna spot us,” Matt said. “There’s no way we can evade them if they find us in the hallway, not without that fancy stealth armor.”

“You’re right. They’re on high alert now that Walker’s team has been compromised.” Ryce peered into the corridor again. Thin veins of reddish light ran through the curved walls, illuminating it. He gestured upward with his gun. “We’ll use the air ducts.”

Matt looked in the direction Ryce was pointing, at an opening in the ceiling covered with a ridged grate that made him think of gills. He shuddered involuntarily.

“Do you think the ducts are big enough for us?”

“Only one way to find out.” Ryce holstered his gun and stepped into the corridor, motioning for Matt to follow him. “Come on, I’ll give you a boost.”

Matt sighed. He didn’t think it was possible to like this mission any less, but every new development seemed to prove him wrong.

Ryce knelt on the floor and laced his fingers to make a support for Matt to step on. He pushed upward as Matt hoisted himself up, shoving hard at the grate. It had the same rubbery texture as the floor and the walls as if it were a part of a giant animal rather than an intelligently designed piece of machinery, which made him squeamish about touching it. With a bit of extra pressure, the grate gave, and Matt pushed it inward, grabbed the edge of the opening, and scrambled to slither inside as Ryce lifted his feet, giving him more leverage.

“Quick, someone’s coming,” Ryce warned.

Matt cursed and wiggled forward. The ventilation tunnel was just wide enough for a grown man to crawl inside, but it was hardly a comfortable fit, and its round shape was vaguely reminiscent of a corroded pipe or a blood vessel. Behind him, Ryce jumped, catching onto the edge of the hole as Matt had done before him, and heaved himself inside just as the footsteps of more Alraki soldiers echoed in the corridor below them.

They both held their breath, lying still as the aliens passed underneath them. Thankfully, none of them glanced up to notice the open grate.

“Now what?” Matt whispered after the Alraki retreated to a safe distance.

“Onward and upward,” Ryce said, deadpan.

Matt snorted, adjusted his mask again against the stronger flow of cold air blowing in his face, and pushed forward, putting his elbows to work.

They passed several more grates, spaced at what seemed like irregular intervals but which must have made sense for the Alraki. The advantage of the ducts not being made of metal was that the sound of their passage was much more muted and less likely to attract attention. Even so, they crawled in relative silence, with Ryce giving directions when the duct split. It was just as well because Matt didn’t have the slightest idea as to their location or which way they were headed, so he was more than happy to let Ryce take the lead, going on his recollection of the frigate’s layout. The ducts curved along with the corridors and the open spaces rather than running in straight lines, which made their progress more difficult, slowing them down.

Every minute they spent fumbling inside the alien ship’s guts was a minute Walker and his troops were fighting for their lives, and Tony and Val were sitting ducks aboard the captured Lisa. Matt didn’t dare switch on the communications channel so as to not be distracted by the noise. They had to pay close attention to what was going on directly below them, and the anxiety of not knowing what was happening in that sensor array room or the holding bay wore on his nerves.

“Wait,” Matt said, stopping. Ryce halted behind him. The tunnel ended abruptly, meeting with a vertical shaft. “Damn it.”

He peered up and down, both ends of the shaft lost in reddish gloom. The air rushed past him from below, making him squint.

“We go down,” Ryce said.

“That’s what worries me.”

Note on the series:

For best enjoyment, the books in the Staying Afloat series should be read in order:
Adrift (Staying Afloat #1)
Ashore (Staying Afloat #2)
Afloat (Staying Afloat #3)

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A voracious reader from the age of five, Isabelle Adler has always dreamed of one day putting her own stories into writing. She loves traveling, art, and science, and finds inspiration in all of these. Her favorite genres include sci-fi, fantasy, and historical adventure. She also firmly believes in the unlimited powers of imagination and caffeine.

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