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Blog Tour + Giveaway: I've Got This (Joy Universe #1) by Louisa Masters


Louisa Masters and Other Worlds Ink visit on the I've Got This blog tour today! Learn about the first romance from Joy Universe series and Dreamspinner Press release, enter in the $20 gift certificate (Amazon, iBooks, B&N, or Kobo) giveaway!

I've Got This


Louisa Masters has a new MM contemporary romance out in the Joy Universe series: "I've Got This."

Derek Bryer loves his life. His job as an assistant director at Joy Universe, the second-largest theme park complex on the planet, makes him indirectly responsible for bringing joy (pun intended) to millions of people. So what if none of his relationships are that close? Everyone he meets loves him.

Except Trav Jones. For some reason, the visiting Broadway performer would rather Derek just go away. He appreciates Derek’s work ethic, though, and after Trav steps up when Derek desperately needs someone to fill in for his sick staff, Derek seizes the chance to convince Trav he’s not such a bad guy.

Falling in love while distracted by a murder at the park, food poisoning, and colleagues laying bets on their relationship won’t be easy, but between the two of them and with the magic of Joy Universe, they’ve got this.


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Excerpt


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He grins at me. “Can I use your number for more than just confirming dates?”

Heat climbs up my neck and floods my face, and I know I must be red. Christ, I’ve always blushed easily, but I spend more time red-faced around this guy than anyone else I can remember. “Maybe.” I meant it to sound flirtatious, but it comes out sounding more like a parent who means no, but doesn’t want to say it for fear of incurring a tantrum.

What the hell is wrong with me? I’m no Casanova, but I’m not a reclusive virgin, either. I usually have a pretty good dating life. I know how to flirt.

I pull out my phone. “What’s your number? I’ll text you.”

He rattles off the digits. I put them in my phone and then send him a text. The faint ding from his pocket tells me he got it.

The rest of the ride back to my resort is silent, and I’m pretty sure it’s my fault. Our conversation over dinner was so easy and fun—but my stupid failed attempt to be flirty seems to have killed the vibe. Is he regretting the whole thing? Wondering how he can get out of our date on Thursday?

He turns off the road onto the driveway of the resort, but instead of pulling up to the entrance, he takes the road that loops around the property to the four parking lots and the three other shuttle stops.

“Where—” I begin, but he interrupts me.

“Which is the closest parking lot to your room?”

Oh. He’s being thoughtful and saving me the seven-minute (no, I didn’t time it—the receptionist told me when I checked in) walk from the main building to the building that houses my room.

“The west one,” I tell him, and then we both fall silent again as he skilfully navigates along the deserted, mostly dark road. I rack my brain for something to say. How did this happen? Twenty minutes ago I was one half of an interesting, fun conversation. How did we go from that to awkward silence?

It has to be the idea of dating that’s turned us into mere acquaintances with little in common. Right? Until he confirmed that we were on a date, and I asked him on another one, everything was fine. After that, it all went downhill.

Wait… he knew all along that we were on a date. I was the one who wasn’t sure what he thought it was. Does that mean this is all me? Am I the reason for the awkwardness?

I’m saved from further introspection (although I suspect it’s going to keep me up most of the night) when Derek pulls into the west parking lot and finds a spot at the far end. The lot is pretty well-lit, but back in this corner there are more shadows.

I undo my seat belt. I’m almost desperate to get out of the car and away from this tension, but at the same time, I’m terrified that if I leave it like this, I’m going to get a text from Derek, canceling our date. What can I say to make it all better?

Derek’s hand on my face makes me jump.

“Whoa! Sorry, I didn’t mean….” He starts to pull away, but I grab his hand and hold it against my cheek. I like having him touch me.

Is this weird? Maybe he was just trying to get my attention and didn’t actually want to hold my face.

I drop my hand to my lap, giving him the opportunity to pull back. My face is hot, and I’m thankful for the dim light. He can probably still see that I’m blushing, but not exactly how red I am.

His fingers lightly stroke my cheek.

My breath stutters. I slowly turn to him. His face is closer than I expected, and there’s a soft smile on his lips. Even in the dimness of the car, I can see how warm the expression in his eyes is.

I swallow. His smile grows.

“I love when you blush,” he says. “It’s so—”

“Sweet?” I interrupt acidly. He shakes his head.

“Hot.” The word sits between us. Hot? Does he mean literally? Because, yeah, my skin gets hot when I—

Derek leans in and kisses me, and I get it. Hot. Derek thinks it’s hot when I blush. Really?

Also, man can he kiss.

I gotta be honest, the next few minutes kind of blur out. I’m too focused on Derek’s mouth on mine, his hands, his body—because my hands get busy too. The only words I can actually think are adjectives: warm, hard, wet, silky….

I’ve got my hands in his pants (and can I just say wow?) when it finally occurs to me that as cushy as Derek’s car is, it’s not roomy enough for us to fuck—well, not comfortably. I jerk back from his kiss. “Not here,” I pant. Crap, Kev’s likely to be back at our room by now. He was saying earlier that he was exhausted, not having had a day off, and wanted an early night. “Your place?” He’s gotta live in Joyville, right? That’s what, half an hour away?

Maybe we can get a room. We’re at a resort. I’m sure he gets an employee discount here too.

Derek sighs and pulls back, stroking my chest under my polo one last time before drawing his hand out. I miss it instantly.




Author Bio


Louisa Masters

Louisa Masters started reading romance much earlier than her mother thought she should. While other teenagers were sneaking out of the house, Louisa was sneaking romance novels in and working out how to read them without being discovered. She’s spent most of her life feeling sorry for people who don’t read, convinced that books are the solution to every problem. As an adult, she feeds her addiction in every spare second, only occasionally tearing herself away to do things like answer the phone and pay bills. She spent years trying to build a “sensible” career, working in bookstores, recruitment, resource management, administration, and as a travel agent, before finally conceding defeat and devoting herself to the world of romance novels.

Louisa has a long list of places first discovered in books that she wants to visit, and every so often she overcomes her loathing of jet lag and takes a trip that charges her imagination. She lives in Melbourne, Australia, where she whines about the weather for most of the year while secretly admitting she’ll probably never move.

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Blog Tour + Giveaway: Out of the Office by Louisa Masters


Author Louisa Masters and Other Worlds Ink promote Out of the Office, a contemporary romance! Learn more today and enter in the giveaway where you could with $20 gift certificate (your choice of Amazon, iBooks, B&N or Kobo)! 
Out of the Office

Louisa Masters has a new contemporary MM romance book out: Out of the Office.

Whoever thought achieving career goals could be boring? Not Duncan Witten, but here he is at forty-one, in his dream job… and hating it. Throw it all away for a challenge? Yes, please!
If only Dunc had known his challenging new job came with Paul Hanks, a man who redefines “stubborn.” They need to work together to meet targets, but thanks to Dunc’s idiot predecessor, Paul won’t take his calls or reply to emails.

There’s only one solution: travel across the country and confront Paul face-to-face. It’s time to take things out of the office.


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Excerpt

Out of the Office

I deliberately loiter in a coffee shop across the street from the Perth office. I don’t want to arrive early and give Paul time to come up with an escape plan, but there was no way I was risking being late. I take the time to go over my plan again, checking it for any flaw that might have sneaked past my and Krista’s eagle eyes.

There aren’t any. But it’s a great opportunity to implant every detail in my brain while sucking back a coffee.

The shop is only moderately busy—we’re well past the I-just-arrived-at-work-and-desperately-need-a-coffee rush, and not quite at the midmorning coffee break rush. There are a few small groups efficiently combining coffee with a meeting at the tables, and a couple of other loners like me sitting in armchairs, hunched over laptops, but voices are low and there’s not a lot of ambient noise.

So the strident ring of the shop phone gets my attention, and I’m still only half-focused a minute later when one of the staff calls to another, “Paul’s on his way—make his usual, will you?”

There are a lot of Pauls in the world. In fact, there are probably a lot of Pauls currently within a one-block radius. But a guy who phones in his coffee order when he’s on his way is either superefficient or an asshole, and Paul Hanks has been described as both. Plus, this place is the closest to our Perth office, so it makes sense that he’d use it. And the timing is about right for a break before his meeting with me.

I slouch down a little in my seat. There’s no reason to think he knows what I look like, but it feels like the done thing. I mean, if you’re potentially spying on someone, you’re supposed to be all sneaky, right?

Never mind.

I’m just wondering if maybe I’ve been watching too many police procedural TV shows when the door to the street opens and a man walks in.

Remember, I’ve never actually met Paul Hanks before. I’ve seen a picture of him, though—it was from a company party a couple of years ago, in profile, and not terribly clear. But it’s enough for me to recognise him and to marvel at what the picture didn’t show.

He’s fucking huge.

Tall, yes—about six-three, although it’s hard to judge with me sitting down. But it’s more thathe’s built like a brick shithouse. Broad across the shoulders, with a tank for a torso. He’s just solid. I can’t tell with how he’s dressed—chinos and a long-sleeved shirt—if that solid is muscle or fat, but whatever it is, it’s imposing. His face is average—attractive enough, although he’d never win any awards for his looks—and he has a ruddy complexion. His hair is dark blond, in an all-over messy style that makes me think he usually has it quite short and it’s just overgrown.

But the most important detail is his presence. Seriously. He walks in, and it’s like the room is full to bursting. I can’t stop staring. He has serious charisma, but not of the charming variety. It’s more like a force of nature, blasting through all that stands in its way.

In just a few strides, he’s at the counter and accepting the paper cup offered to him.

“Hey, Paul,” the young man behind the register says as he rings up the sale. “How’s the morning?”

“Not as bad as it could be,” he replies, handing over some cash. His voice is deep enough to stir something carnal in me—I’ve always been a sucker for a deep voice. I shift slightly, reminding myself that I’m not here for that, that I cannot jeopardisemy one chance to get him on sideby letting my sexual urges get in the way.

He’s not even that good-looking. It’s a stupid, petty attempt to convince myself, even if it is true. I’ve met better-looking guys—hell, one of my exes was so fucking hot that people on the street would turn to watch him walk past. Just because Paul is built, has an amazing voice, and can’t stand me (we’ve talked about how I love a challenge, right?) doesn’t mean I should think of him that way.

And yes, he’s gay. I’m not engaging in pointless fantasy here. Well, I am, but not for that reason. Paul being gayis one of the worst-kept secrets in our incestuous, gossipy industry. He managed to keep it under wraps when he was a site engineer, but once he transitioned to mostly working in the office, it came out—no pun intended. He doesn’t advertise, but enough people know that it’s not a secret. He’s been in the industry long enough, and earned the respect of enough people, that it’s not an issue. From what I’ve heard, there’s occasionally some fuckwit on a site who tries to make something of it, but they get shouted down pretty quick.

Paul finishes his transaction and leaves, and I take my first real breath since he walked in.

Okay. It’s gotime.




Author Bio

Louisa Masters started reading romance much earlier than her mother thought she should. While other teenagers were sneaking out of the house, Louisa was sneaking romance novels in and working out how to read them without being discovered. She’s spent most of her life feeling sorry for people who don’t read, convinced that books are the solution to every problem.

As an adult, she feeds her addiction in every spare second, only occasionally tearing herself away to do things like answer the phone and pay bills. She spent years trying to build a “sensible” career, working in bookstores, recruitment, resource management, administration, and as a travel agent, before finally conceding defeat and devoting herself to the world of romance novels.

Louisa has a long list of places first discovered in books that she wants to visit, and every so often she overcomes her loathing of jet lag and takes a trip that charges her imagination. She lives in Melbourne, Australia, where she whines about the weather for most of the year while secretly admitting she’ll probably never move.

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Giveaway + Blog Tour: The Athlete and the Aristocrat by Louisa Masters


Celebrate the recent release of The Athlete and the Aristocrat with author Louisa Masters and Dreamspinner Press. Find out more about this contemporary romance and read an exclusive excerpt! Be sure to enter the giveaway of a swag bag from the author too! Good luck!



Exclusive Excerpt: The Athlete and The Aristocrat 
With his feet propped on Lucien’s coffee table, Si closed his eyes and leaned back in the extremely comfortable chair that was twin to the one in Lucien’s apartment in Monaco. “If I thought I could get it past the security guard, I’d steal this chair,” he muttered.
Lucien chuckled nearby, and a moment later Si’s hand was lifted and wrapped around a cold bottle. He cracked his eyes open and saw that it was his favorite brand of beer and that Lucien was taking a seat on the sofa, a glass of white wine in hand.
“How’d you know I like this one?” he asked, letting his eyes close again even as he lifted the bottle to his mouth.
“I pay attention,” Lucien said. “That’s also how I know that something upset you today.”
Si shrugged. “I was just being stupid,” he said. “It wasn’t important, and I’m over it now.”
“Are you sure? If moving to Paris is going to be a real—”
He opened his eyes fully, sitting up and putting his feet on the floor. “No. It’s nothing to do with that, or the program. I was just… um, well… it’s stupid. I feel like a fool for even thinking it.”
Lucien looked at him expectantly, and Si sighed, his eyes firmly fixed on his beer bottle. “I was jealous. Marie was being all flirty with you, and it’s stupid because we’re just casual, but I was jealous. And then I started wondering if maybe I assumed too much by not booking a hotel, and… it just got dumber from there.”
Laughter pealed through the room, and Si looked up, surprised. Lucien was laughing so hard, he had to put down his wineglass. Si reluctantly allowed a smile to tug at his own lips. A happy Lucien was impossible to resist.
“Are you laughing at what a dolt I was?” he asked, and Lucien shook his head and swiped moisture from his eyes.
“No,” he said finally. “I’m laughing because Marie was flirting with me only because you don’t speak French and she doesn’t speak English. She was trying to convince me to act as intermediary between you.” He picked up his wineglass and sank back into the sofa.
Si’s jaw dropped. “What? Really? But she barely looked at me the whole time!” He felt even more ridiculous now.
Lucien shrugged. “I believe she was starstruck at first, but once she’d finished her sales pitch on the office suite, all she spoke about was you. She even asked me what your favorite food was.” He smirked, and Si chuckled.
“I once said in an interview that I was looking forward to pizza at a friend’s house that evening, and for the next week, I had pizzas delivered to my apartment night and day,” he confided. “I really hope you told her you didn’t know, because I don’t think it would look good for the program if she started turning up at the office with food.”
Shaking his head, Lucien huffed a laugh. “I do not know what your favorite food is, and that is what I told her. However”—his tone turned gleeful—“I did tell her that you are a fan of music that features whale song.”
Si choked on the sip of beer he’d just taken. “You what?” he wheezed. Lucien merely smiled wickedly and sipped at his wine. “Cheeky bugger,” Si groused, but it was kind of funny. Or it would be, as long as Marie didn’t show up at the office with a whales of the south seas greatest hits compilation or something.

The Athlete and The Aristocrat:

Sometimes love takes balls.

Newly retired championship footballer Simon Wood is taking on his next challenge. His plan for a charity to provide funding for underprivileged children to pursue football as a career has passed its first hurdle: he has backers and an executive consultant. Now it’s time to get the ball rolling.

Lucien Morel, heir to the multibillion-euro Morel Corporation, is shocked—and thrilled—to learn his father has volunteered him as consultant to a fledgling football charity. Better yet, the brains behind it all is heartthrob Simon Wood, his teenage idol and crush.

Although Simon and Lucien get off on the wrong foot, it’s not long before they’re getting along like a house on fire—sparks included. But with the charity under public scrutiny, can their romance thrive?

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About the Author:

Louisa Masters started reading romance much earlier than her mother thought she should. While other teenagers were sneaking out of the house, Louisa was sneaking romance novels in and working out how to read them without being discovered. She’s spent most of her life feeling sorry for people who don’t read, convinced that books are the solution to every problem. As an adult, she feeds her addiction in every spare second, only occasionally tearing herself away to do things like answer the phone and pay bills. She spent years trying to build a “sensible” career, working in bookstores, recruitment, resource management, administration, and as a travel agent, before finally conceding defeat and devoting herself to the world of romance novels.

Louisa has a long list of places first discovered in books that she wants to visit, and every so often she overcomes her loathing of jet lag and takes a trip that charges her imagination. She lives in Melbourne, Australia, where she whines about the weather for most of the year while secretly admitting she’ll probably never move.





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Sunday Funday Christmas: 2017 Advent Calendar | Stocking Stuffers - Week 1


It's that time of year again when the gingerbread wafts through the house, hideous sweaters are donned, you can falalalala all the days of the month away marinating in mulled wine or caroling Jingle Bells and fill your front lawn with Christmas dragons just because. What's a holiday season without a dragon anyway? Lame, that's what.

So no matter which category you fall into, we've got you covered. If nothing else we aim to entertain. So grab your wassail and let us be your guide to all things Christmas over the next SIX weeks!!!!


Dear Ruth by Kim Fielding

Dear Ruth,
I’m not in the mood for Christmas. After a romantic relationship went up in flames, I returned to my hometown in rural Kansas. Then my mother passed away. I’m really busy with my job as fire marshal—and now with my mother’s advice column, which I reluctantly took over. There’s a sexy newcomer down the street, a guy with a young daughter and an unfortunate disregard for fire safety. He seems to want to be friends, but that creates problems that may be too hot for me to handle. The last things I need right now are flammable holiday decorations and too much holiday food. How am I supposed to give good advice to others when I can’t seem to get my own life straight?
—Bah Humbug in Bailey Springs

Sara - 5 Hearts

Oh this warmed my heart so damn much and I LOVED IT!

I loved Bryce. I loved how he loved his mother and how much he misses her. I loved how he reluctantly took over her Dear Ruth column and did such a fabulous job at it. I love that he’s a runner. I love his crush on his neighbor and how awkward both he and Noah are at times. I love that 99% of Bryce’s thoughts are on fire safety. I loved Noah and his daughter Harper, she’s an amazing young girl. I LOVED LOVED LOVED how Bryce thought about Noah’s body. I loved that Bryce is slow to realize that Noah is interested and I love how Noah goes about all of it. That end was perfect and that epilogue made me tear up with pure joy.

Yup. I loved this one! *swoon*

Ann - 3.5 Hearts

Kim Fielding has a recipe for holiday story gold with Dear Ruth. A charming small town, a deputy fire chief who loves his mother, a handsome neighbor with a cute daughter and a two way crush that can only end in love because it just has to. I love when two dudes are crushing on each other and pretty much everyone can see it but them. Especially when it isn’t too drawn out and one of them finally makes “the move”. Bryce has been unlucky in love, so he’s not sure he’s a great fit for taking over his mother’s advice column, Dear Ruth, after her sudden passing. Turns out he’s very good at it, but also crap at taking his own advice. Good thing Noah, the hot neighbor, isn’t crap at taking good advice, and an HEA is inevitable. I loved how each thought the other was his ideal but couldn’t see it in themselves. It made the mutual attraction realization that much more charming and downright adorable. The epilogue was perfect and totally believable for the new family and I loved it.

Annika - 3.5 Hearts

This was a very sweet start on this year’s calendar and everything you need to get you into the Christmas spirit. I loved how Fielding created such depth to the story with such few words. It drew you in, you felt like you were a part of the town, gossiping with the rest of them.

I loved Harper, she was great fun and I wouldn't mind to read more about her and her fireman obsession (some start young) ;)




Cupcake - 4 Hearts

You have one of those authors that every time you read something by them you feel a sense of relief that someone (ANYONE!) else shares your perceptions of the world? Maybe even makes you feel validated somehow? That's how Kim Fielding's writes make me feel.

This story wasn't overly Santa jizzy but it was poignant. It also hit that "making your own family" sweet spot of mine and I loved how it was formatted with each chapter having a Dear Ruth letter at the beginning. As a regular reader of Dear Prudie the advice column angle drew me in and I found myself increasingly invested in Bryce and Noah's tale and wondering if either would take the sage advice.

If you like a quaint and charming holiday story set in a small town "Dear Ruth" is just the right level of sweetness.


O Hell, All Ye Shoppers by Louisa Masters

Ethan Hall plans to fill Saturday, December 23, with junk food and bad TV, a day just for him amid the holiday chaos… until his baby sister calls and begs him to go collect a present for her. At the biggest shopping center in Australia. On the busiest shopping day of the year. Hell no. Right?

Ethan’s soft heart gets the best of him. He battles through the parking lot, and in the main shopping concourse, he’s trampled, elbowed, and bombarded with terrible holiday music. Then he enters hell itself, a specialty store aimed at women… where he meets Ty. They bond in a sea of estrogen and manic shoppers, fighting together to attain freedom, only to find they’re not quite ready go their separate ways.

Ann - 3.5 Hearts

This was an adorable Australian meet-cute with a couple of very likable MCs. While it was a very low key story, not a drop of angst to be found, the writing is very clean and the banter Ethan and Ty shared showed their connection well. The story wasn’t over engineered and what transpired in their first few days together worked perfectly for a short story. It’s all about the excitement and butterflies when meeting a new potential love and for us “new love” junkies, it’s sweetly ideal. The story is very low steam, the sexy times are implied and believable and it made sense for the length of the story itself. The focus stayed on the thrill of a new Christmas romance, exactly where the strength of Ethan and Ty’s tale belonged. I’m also going to look for more from this author, I like her humor and the way her words flow very much and am anxious to read more.

Sara - 3.5 Hearts

This was super cute. When Ethan Hall has to go to the mall only two before Christmas to pick up a gift his little sister has bought for their older sister, he is grumpy. When he gets to the mall he is grumpier and then he walks into a boutique full of girly things and he is beside himself. While trying to retrieve the package for his sister, he meets the only other male in the store, Ty, and they instantly bond. They bond and they fancy each other and after surviving the mall, they decide to have a well-earned drink together that ends up lasting a full four hours of getting to know one another.

Not only do Ethan and Ty get to know one another but they find out they have a connection through their family that pushes them even closer together.

“It’s gotta be fate, right? I don’t believe in that, but this is a level of coincidence that defies reason.”

This has a decent level of insta-like do it and I dig that vibe especially in a Christmas romance. I liked that this was a “you find what you are looking for when you least expect it” and that both men are on board with the possibility of a relationship with the support of their family.




The Peppermint Schnapps Predicament by Clare London

Frankie Faraday is a promising young salesperson at Mason’s Emporium. Bill Mason is his boss, the son of the store’s founder, and the object of Frankie’s long-suffering, deeply devoted crush. Bill is steady and sober; Frankie is frivolous and flaky. Or so they seem to each other, until the night of the annual inventory, when they’re trapped together in the Seasonal Gifts storeroom, with nothing but candy and peppermint schnapps to sustain them until they’re rescued. And then the real truths—and something definitely more intimate—emerge!

Sara - 4 Hearts

Sticky sweet and totally intoxicating this was! I loved it. I am a fan of the opposites attract trope and love it when they opposites get each so wrong. I liked that we got both Frankie and Bill’s POV do know exactly what they were thinking about one another and the entire situation. Frankie with his honest crush and Bill pretending he didn’t “see” Frankie when really, he’s all Bill saw. The conversations between the men were meaningful, emotional and so very romantic. The sexy parts were damn sexy and even comedic because come one, they're stuck in an inventory storeroom so it’s bound to be silly. That end was so cute and I just really adored the hell or heaven out of this story.

Ann - 3 Hearts

D’awwwwwwwww
Opposites attract done right is what this is. Frankie has been crushing on his hunky boss since he began working at the retail store that Bill Mason’s family owns. They are opposites in every way on the surface, but the best opposites attract stories make their differences complementary and that’s exactly what Frankie and Bill have going on spades. Each is more than the other expected (much more than just their attractive wrappings) and that’s my only niggle with this story. I wanted to explore their differences and appreciation for their discoveries more. It was a lot to fit into a short story and while I never felt shortchanged in any way, a bit more depth would have been much appreciated.

R *A Reader Obsessed* - 3.5 Hearts

There’s more than meets the eye and be careful what you wish for…

Despite Frankie's crush on his hot boss, the last thing he wants is to be locked in the storage closet with the intimidating Bill Mason. When nervous, Frankie can’t keep his mouth shut nor his energy tamped, and he just knows he’s going to end up looking a fool.

Bill is a lot peeved to be trapped, let alone forced to endure Frankie’s polar opposite personality. However, Frankie’s quite ingenious when it comes to their situation, and Bill quickly realizes there’s more to his outgoing flamboyant employee.

This had good banter with a nice progression between uptight Bill and flighty Frankie. Forced quarters bring about the best and the worst as they battle claustrophobia, hunger, and the dark, not to mention a growing attraction that neither can hide. Bill and Frankie can’t help but eventually reveal their foibles and vulnerabilities amidst a nice smexy interlude.

Overall a good mix of fun, humor, and a bit of feels. This was easy breezy enjoyable holiday fare.

Annika - 3.5 Hearts

When I started reading this book I flashed back to when I was a teen and read Harlequin books. This has the same feel to it. You know what I mean, two people secretly pining for each other, neither believing the other is interested. And before they know it they are trapped together in a small room with no way out. It's light hearted, sweet and fun - just like Frankie. Guilty pleasure I'm all yours.



Cupcake - 3.5 Hearts

This is my second experience with Clare London and I find her sassy and maybe a little be snarky writing style very appealing. Her voice permeates her characters in their witty and sharp dialogue.

Frankie and Bill Mason are two such characters and their banter while trapped in the storage room with only crispy Santas, peppermint schnapps and UST to sustain them (for, like, three hours) put a smile on my face. Frankie is femme and swishy to Bill Mason's Magic Mike beefcakedom and I do heart me a size difference. I also heart it when unexpected things happen with said size difference during the sexy times. A LOT. I also chuckled the Frankie always refers to Bill by both his given and surname.

If you're in need of a pick me up this comedic Santa jizz story is just the ticket!


Hope Is the Thing with Feathers by Brandon Witt

Fifty-six-year-old Samuel Phillips is all alone on his small farm in the Ozarks, with nothing but a menagerie of chickens, pheasants, turkeys, and other birds as company—which is just the way he likes it. In fact, if Samuel had his way, he’d tear down his neighbor’s house so his solitude could be absolute. One day Faloola, his favorite turkey, escapes, forcing Samuel to make the trek next door. When Raymond Webber—sixty-seven—answers the door as naked as the day he was born, Samuel doesn’t know whether he’s more annoyed… or attracted. The two men are opposites in every way—Samuel is serious, while Raymond believes in free love and herbal relaxation. The weeks leading up to Christmas are rocky to say the least, but some holiday spirit might help them get past their differences….

R *A Reader Obsessed* - 3.5 Hearts

To be honest, the reason why I picked this was because of the main characters’s ages. Though I love me a hot alpha virile man in his prime every day of the week and twice on Sundays, it’s not necessarily a bad thing when one character is described as Kevin Costner’s doppelgänger and the other I imagined as a mature Paul Newman. Hence, my interest was piqued and I wanted to see how Witt played this out.

Loner Samuel is very set in his ways. He just wants to live his life on his farm with no interruptions or complications and that’s what Raymond is when he moves into the house next door. Raymond is all sorts of disconcerting and infuriating, but Samuel can’t help but be charmed against his will and he’s a lot upset that his structured life is tilted on its axis. How dare Raymond make him want for more!

Overall, I quite enjoyed this and appreciate Witt stepping outside my repertoire of romance requirements and expectations. Perhaps as a bonus, for readers who have read Witt’s Then the Stars Fall, Travis makes an appearance and you get an update on him, Wesley, and kids. This was a heartwarming tale of never ever being too old to find love and happiness again, and one should always take the opportunity when it arises.

Ann - 4.5 Hearts

Every year, Brandon Witt’s contribution to the DSP Advent Calendar is one of my top faves. Hope Is The Thing With Feathers continues the tradition. He always has a unique take on Christmas romance, whether it be a traditional tale or an unexpected fantasy, his storytelling is amazing. It was really refreshing to read a story with a couple of mature MCs finding their HEA, even if it was by unconventional methods. Oh Faloola, we heatedly knew ye. The struggle Samuel goes through during the tale is in turn heartbreaking and heartwarming. As I got to know him it was obvious he was a romantic at heart and thinking how much of that pure spirit was wasted because of small mindedness killed me. If anyone deserved a chance to be his true self, it’s Samuel and it takes the free spirit that is Raymond to let Samuel finally be Samuel and let himself have the happiness he deserved.

Sara - 4.5 Hearts

Witt is a master at the Christmas stories as I have fallen head over heels for each one I’ve read. This one though, it was beautiful in only the way he can deliver a story and this time around, we ain’t got no spring chickens for our couple.

I adored this. Truly. I loved that we got men later in their years - 56 and 67 to be exact - and that while they have settled in a way of life, romance and desire aren’t dead. I don’t know why that is a stigma of aging? That you lose desire for intimacy and sex? Oh well. Raymond and Samuel prove that it doesn’t die, you just need that one person do make you feel again.

“Have you heard of the three loves theory?”

The explanation of the three loves theory was different than what I had heard but I like it better. I first heard of the three loves in reference to Jackie Kennedy and that you marry first for love, second for money and third for companionship. I find it much more romantic and less mechanical do think of three loves for three different stages of your life. It’s a wonderful thought that you can experience love and loss but never give up hope of finding it again.

Samuel is one grumpy old man and Raymond is free as a bird with his magic brownies but these two complement each other well. Sure, they meet under a terrible instance of misunderstanding of turkeys but they to take time to see the situation clearly and from the other’s perspective.

Other than about a handful of sentences around 32% that had me rolling my eyes and quieting my vegan activist self… I loved this. Not gonna lie, my heart melted around 82% because Raymond is kinda amazing and Samuel deserves someone who can be so thoughtful and endearing.

A story titled as one of my favorite Emily Dickinson poems and a story that echoes the meaning of the poem well, would have to be full of emotions and this lived up to my expectations.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
~ Emily Dickinson

Chelsea - 4 Hearts

Gah what a perfect way to start the jizzmas stories! Although this was more Christmas than Jizzmas as there wasn't a lot of jizzing going on (jizzing is the weirdest word).

In this story we have Samuel and Raymond 56 and 67 respectively. That alone had me wanting to read this! How often do we get to read stories about men that age! Samuel is used to and is happy with his lonely existence until the new neighbor moves in and makes an… impactful impression. Samuel suddenly has to come to terms with the fact that maybe he's not as happy on his own as he thought and just maybe he wants Raymond to help with that.

This story was soooo freaking cute and actually very funny! I loved Samuel's inner-monologue. This story had a beautiful calm, snow filled feel to it. Only downside is...skimmed over sex scene which... boo! But this story was so beautiful I can't give it less than 4 hearts! Definitely one to grab for this Christmas.



Salvaging Claus Day by J. Alan Veerkamp

For three years, Filo has reveled in silence and solitude as the sole occupant of a space station, where he maintains the communication satellite.

Everything changes with the appearance of Luz Espina’s lifepod. Filo shares many interests with the flirtatious Luz, though Filo’s isolation has strained his communication skills. Still, Luz pushes all his buttons… and reminds him of the last man he was attracted to—an attraction that ended in disaster because the man was straight. When Luz learns Filo has never celebrated a holiday, he vows to cobble together a Claus Day celebration for them to share. But is it merely a friendly gesture… or something more?

R *A Reader Obsessed* - 4 Hearts

Space, smex, and the holidays? Sign me up!

Filo has been the sole occupant of a communications station on the edge of space for 3 long years. He opted for the isolation in a bid to escape the chaotic crowded life on the colony and though he’s a little lonely, he wouldn’t trade it for anything. When he gets a distress signal from a stranger, he's surprisingly grateful for the company. Luz is uber friendly flirty, seemingly sending a bunch of mixed signals. However, Filo's not going to overstep his boundaries. He's simply going to enjoy the company despite the at times awkward camaraderie.

Blending a bit of sci-fi with romance is just my cup of tea. Add a beast of a gentle giant in Filo trying to be a good friend and a gentleman despite his lustful feelings is even better. Lucky for him Luz takes a chance at using Christmas to make a move. This had some very nice ust, and when things finally spark between these two?! Cheers!

Sara - 4 Hearts

My late father used to say he could live on the moon, alone and be fine. I never understood how he could say that until I got older and now I feel the same. I am an introvert who prefers the solitude of my own company though I to love my family and dogs. So with this, I got why Filo would prefer to live in space rather than the congested life that was becoming Galanor-6.

You feel how isolated and yet how organized Filo’s life is among the stars. It was evident that his 6 years weren’t wasted as he enjoyed what he was doing and the silence space gave him but you also feel the loneliness mixed with his reserved sense of strength. You see, Filo started out with three other crew members that dwindled down to just him for three years and now, Luz Espina is the new kid and he is filling all sorts of fantasies for Filo.

“Living alone was nice, but having a guest for the last three months was a new experience.

I wasn’t expecting this Sci-fi holiday story do hit me in the feels as hard as it did and yet, ouch. With Luz now with Filo and Filo now enjoying the site of Luz around, the men begin to talk about how Filo ended up at the station and his lack of celebrating Claus Day. Let me just say, Luz is amazing and I adored his confession and what it leads to. Filo breaks my heart and his decision at the end of the story leaves me wondering but sliding do the side of hope. Yeah, this was different but that’s always good in my book.

Ann - 4 Hearts

I was ready for a dose of holiday sci-fi and Salvaging Claus Day delivered. It starts a little slowly, but that tone does the perfect job of setting up Filo’s character. His life was lonely and his environment devoid of human contact. The beginning showed me that really well while giving me glimpses of his history organically as it related to his current situation. I understood why he was on the space station and why he was OK with being there. It was quietly sad, much like his life and doesn’t that sound depressing? It wasn’t though, Filo is pretty matter of fact and accepting of his life. He’s not unhappy per se, he’s just OK and he’s all right with being just OK. Enter Luz Espina and all that is opposing to Filo’s routine. Luz added some much needed distraction (even if Filo didn’t necessarily agree) and Filo is understandably wary of Luz’s intentions. Luz is the perfect foil to Filo’s steady, quiet strength and Luz sees Filo for who he is and he just wants to make Filo happy. And get into his spacepants. Luz means light, and Luz does a bangup job of giving Filo the Claus Day celebration and environment he never had as well as an offer for much, much more. It was really very sweet to see Filo get the happy he deserved. There was a bit of suspense that stressed me out towards the end when Filo had to make a decision about his company’s assigned mental health meds. There was a big ol’ fat WHAT IF? hanging there for a paragraph or two, but Filo is smarter than he gives himself credit for, he knew to accept what he had been gifted and embrace the love that unexpectedly came his way.



ARCs were provided by the publisher in exchange for honest reviews.




Is it just me or did the holidays get a whole lot better all the sudden? 

Giveaway + Blog Tour: The Bunny and The Billionaire by Louisa Masters


Louisa Masters is making her clubhouse debut to promote her Dreamspun Desires novel, The Bunny and The Billionaire! See our review HERE! She's also got a swag bag up for grabs! Good luck!


An interview with Ben Adams

Welcome, everyone! Today on Fictional Character Interviews we’re talking to
Ben Adams from
The Bunny and The Billionaire. Hiya, Ben! I can call you Ben, right?

Ben: Yeah, sure. Why wouldn’t— Oh. You’ve heard about the whole bunny thing.

Well, it is right there in the book title. Your boyfriend really calls you bunny?

Ben: Nah. Well, not really. Only sometimes. Look, I didn’t even know about it for the first few months we were together. And Léo wasn’t the one who came up with it, anyway. His cousin did.

Your boyfriend’s cousin calls you bunny?

Ben: No! Okay, this has gotten out of hand. The first time Léo saw me, he apparently looked at me like I was his “prey,” and so Malik decided I was a bunny. I don’t know, this is just what I was told after. It’s kind of cool to think he found me that irresistible, though.

I think we might move on. Although… not to be mean, but I’ve seen pictures of Leo. He’s incredibly hot, wealthy, the son of a princess… and you’re… well….

Ben: Yeah, sometimes I don’t get it, either. I’m just ordinary, right? I’m even kind of klutzy occasionally. What’s he doing with me when he could have anyone? But then he looks at me and I can see how much he loves me because of all that. Some things just can’t be explained, I guess.

Love is a strange and wonderful thing. And how are you settling into your new home in Monaco?

Ben: It’s going really well! It took me a while to get used to Monaco, especially since I’ve always been a bargain shopper, and that’s not something that you can do here. But there’s something really special and charming about this place. It’s so very different from Australia. And I have Leo here, of course, which makes everything easier.

Do you miss Australia and your friends and family?

Ben: Yes. Especially my best friend, Dani. But in this age of technology, nobody’s ever that far away. I can talk to anyone I want whenever the urge strikes. And it’s not like we can’t go visit—or bring them over to visit us.

That’s right, you can! Do you mind if we talk about money?

Ben: Not really. You want to know about the inheritance, right? How I could afford the trip that changed my life?

Yes, if you don’t mind telling us.

Ben: Right, so I’m a nurse—I used to work privately, giving in-home care to terminally ill patients. My last client, Mrs. K, was fabulously wealthy. She was so awesome though, that her money was the least cool thing about her. When she was well, she used to travel all over the world, as much as she could, and she told me all about her trips, showed me photos, journals, the lot. She was such an incredible person, so much more adventurous than me. I really miss her. Anyway, when she died, I found out that she’d left me a lot of moneya drop in the ocean for her, but more money than most people ever dream of having at one time. It was an opportunity that most people never get, and I couldn’t stand the thought of “wasting” her gift, so I planned a trip in tribute to her—an odyssey to all her favorite places. And in the end, that’s how I met Leo. So I guess you can say he was part of Mrs. K’s gift to me.


Wow, that’s a beautiful way to look at it. Okay, I think we’ll wrap it up. Anybody who wants to know more can read your epic love story in The Bunny and The Billionaire.


The Bunny and The Billionaire

Released October 1 by Dreamspinner Press

Spending their fortunes and losing their hearts.
Hardworking Australian nurse Ben Adams inherits a substantial sum and decides to tour Europe. In Monaco, the home of glamour and the idle rich, he meets French billionaire playboy Léo Artois. After getting off on the wrong foot—as happens when one accuses a stranger of being part of the Albanian mafia—their attraction blazes. Léo, born to the top tier of society, has never known limits, and Ben, used to budgeting every cent, finds it difficult to adjust to not only Léo's world, but also the changes wealth brings to his own life.
As they make allowances for each other's foibles, Ben gradually appreciates the finer things, and Léo widens his perspective. They both know one thing: this is not a typical holiday romance and they're not ready to say goodbye.
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Author Bio:
Louisa Masters started reading romance much earlier than her mother thought she should. While other teenagers were sneaking out of the house, Louisa was sneaking romance novels in and working out how to read them without being discovered. She’s spent most of her life feeling sorry for people who don’t read, convinced that books are the solution to every problem. As an adult, she feeds her addiction in every spare second, only occasionally tearing herself away to do things like answer the phone and pay bills. She spent years trying to build a “sensible” career, working in bookstores, recruitment, resource management, administration, and as a travel agent, before finally conceding defeat and devoting herself to the world of romance novels.
Louisa has a long list of places first discovered in books that she wants to visit, and every so often she overcomes her loathing of jet lag and takes a trip that charges her imagination. She lives in Melbourne, Australia, where she whines about the weather for most of the year while secretly admitting she’ll probably never move.
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