Anniversary Shenanigans: Author Visit & Giveaway - Keira Andrews

So, you've all read A Forbidden Rumspringa, right? Well if you haven't, add it to the never ending TBR, because it's a MUST READ. Today Keira Andrews is here celebrating with us! You'll have the chance to win an ebook copy of A Forbidden Rumspringa and join in all the swooning and sighing over David and Isaac. Gah. Those boys. *sigh*

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Have you ever tried shoofly pie?

Until I began researching the Amish for my gay Amish romance book series, I’d never even heard of shoofly pie. A staple of Amish cuisine, this sweet pie is very easy to make. I decided to roll up my sleeves recently and give it a go. (For research of course. I was making pie solely in the pursuit of authenticity. Yep, that’s the ticket.)

It’s not known precisely how shoofly pie got its name, but it stands to reason that when baking a sugary pie in the olden days, the flies likely came a-calling and needed to be shooed away.

The star ingredient of shoofly pie is molasses. It’s sticky and sweet, but can also have a somewhat bitter aftertaste. Some people love it and others don’t. I’d never really thought much about it, but after making shoofly pie, I can say that I’m a fan!

The pie is crumbly and a little cakey on top, and then has the goopy molasses bottom. With the flaky crust, it’s a winning combination. This is the recipe I used. It was simple and delicious. Shoofly pie is a favorite of my character Isaac, and now I know why!

How about you? What’s your preferred pie? 

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When two young Amish men find love, will they risk losing everything?

In a world where every detail of life—down to the width of a hat brim—is dictated by God and the all-powerful rules of the community, two men dare to imagine a different way. At 18, Isaac Byler knows little outside the strict Amish settlement of Zebulon, Minnesota, where there is no rumspringa for exploration beyond the boundaries of their insular world. Isaac knows he’ll have to officially join the church and find a wife before too long, but he yearns for something else—something he can’t name.

Dark tragedy has left carpenter David Lantz alone to support his mother and sisters, and he can’t put off joining the church any longer. But when he takes on Isaac as an apprentice, their attraction grows amid the sweat and sawdust. David shares his sinful secrets, and he and Isaac struggle to reconcile their shocking desires with their commitment to faith, family and community.

Now that they’ve found each other, are they willing to lose it all?

Find out in A Forbidden Rumspringa:

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Excerpt:

Pulse racing, Isaac stared at the metal and plastic contraption in Mervin’s hand, his plan to find a good whittling stick forgotten. “Is that a phone?”

“It’s a Touch.” Mervin was busting with obvious pride.

Isaac peered at it closely. “What does that mean?”

Mervin shrugged. “Dunno. But that’s what it said in Leroy’s note. It’s a Touch, and if I put it in the sun in this case, it charges the battery.”

Isaac glanced around. They were still alone in the woods near the Hooleys’. They had to be back soon for supper and the singing, but he wished there was some way they could stay hidden away in the long shadows of the trees with the gift from Mervin’s cousin in Red Hills.

“What does it do?”

“Here.” From his pocket, Mervin pulled out a long white cord with two round knobs dangling down. “Put these in your ears.”

Isaac stuck one in, but it popped out.

“No, that’s for your other ear. See how it has an L for left and R for right?”

Once Isaac had the little things in his ears properly, he nodded. “Now what?”

“Listen.” Mervin tapped the glass front of the rectangle and it burst into life with color and picture.

A moment later, Isaac jumped as music filled his ears. This music was faster like the songs they’d sing tonight, but so much noisier, and of course there were instruments. The beat thumped through his body. A woman sang about applause, and Isaac peered at the screen, his jaw dropping. Lady Gaga, it said. She had blonde curls and dark makeup around her eyes, and wore a tight dress that barely covered her chest and was practically see-through.

He wasn’t sure what to make of the song, and when it was over, he took the knobs from his ears. “Wow.”

Mervin grinned. “Isn’t it great? Leroy put a bunch of songs on it, and there are movies too!”

Isaac stared at the device. “How did he get it to you?”

“He mailed it. Wrapped it in plastic bubbles and it fit right into an envelope!”

“What if your parents had opened it?”

“No way,” Mervin scoffed. “It’s my job to go all the way out to the road to check the mail.”

“Do they even know Leroy writes to you sometimes?”

“Of course not. Man, Leroy’s so lucky his parents stayed. He gets to do rumspringa, and have a car and everything. He says they nag him about it every day, but at least they don’t stop him from going out and seeing the world.”

Isaac could barely even imagine the freedom. “But you know why they don’t allow it here.”

Mervin huffed. “So a few kids went and did something stupid. Now we all have to suffer?”

“But…it’s better for us. We shouldn’t want to try all these worldly things. They’re unclean.” He pointed at the contraption. “That’s unclean. Leroy shouldn’t have sent it.”

“Oh, so you don’t want to watch a movie?” Mervin’s eyebrows disappeared beneath his bangs.

“Well…”

Laughing, Mervin clapped Isaac’s shoulder. “Always trying to be such a good boy. Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Come on, I’ll show you—”

“Mervin!” A girl’s voice echoed through the trees.

“Damn it,” he muttered as he jammed the Touch back into his pocket with the white cord. He sprang to his feet.

Isaac followed suit, pulling out his knife and picking up the nearest fallen branch. He and Mervin leaned casually against a tree just in time for Mervin’s little sister to appear.

Esther put her hands on her hips. “What are you doing out here?”

“Whittling.” Isaac held up the branch.

“We’re leaving. It’s time for you all to have supper. So hurry up!” With that, she turned on her heel, her long dress flowing around her ankles as she raced off.

By “you all,” Isaac knew she meant the young people. He and Mervin hustled back to the Hooleys’, and took their seats at the long table inside the house. Mary sat across from him on the girls’ side, and Isaac resolutely kept his eyes on his plate. David was a few seats over from him.

The singing began at eight o’clock sharp. Isaac enjoyed these songs much more than the dour chants from church. While they still sang about God and worship, the tunes were lively and fun. Between songs, they chatted with each other, and Mary naturally spoke to him.

“Do you like chicken?”

Isaac nodded. At least it was an easy question. Who didn’t like chicken?

“I’m making chicken soup and biscuits for lunch tomorrow. And shoofly pie.” She smiled widely and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Isaac’s gut clenched. Somehow in his worrying about what it would be like to work with David, he’d overlooked the fact that he’d be seeing Mary every single day. He forced a smile. “I’m sure it’ll be delicious.”

“Your Katie said you love shoofly pie.”

“I do. Thank you. I…um…” It was only polite to make conversation and ask Mary something, but his mind was utterly blank.

Fortunately Mark began another song, and Isaac was spared.

By the time they filed outside a couple of hours later, Isaac was walking so quickly he almost didn’t hear David call him. He spun back around as David said something to Mary and trotted over. Although David was a couple of inches taller than him, it was no reason for the intimidation buzzing through Isaac’s body. He wished he knew why David made him so nervous.

“Hi, David.” Isaac laughed nervously—that unfortunate braying sound.

David regarded him seriously. “I think my sister’s expecting you to ask to drive her home.”

“Oh.” That was the first move in dating. Panic bubbled in his chest. “Uh…I don’t have my own buggy yet. We can’t afford it. I’ve only got the old spare, and it’s not nice enough for her. It’s so bumpy and uncomfortable. It’s falling apart.”

David stared for a long moment before nodding. “All right.”

“Tell Mary I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t like her. She’s a very nice girl. She just deserves something better.”

David watched him again in his unnerving way. “I’ll tell her you said so. See you in the morning.”

“Uh-huh.” Isaac felt like he might jump right out of his skin.

David gave Isaac’s forearm a squeeze where Isaac had pushed up his sleeve. “Don’t worry. I won’t bite.” Then he was walking away.

After Isaac tightened Silver’s black harness and clambered up onto the rickety single-seat buggy, he put the reins to her. She was an old draft horse who couldn’t pull the plow anymore, but she could manage this.

The buggy was five feet long and painted black inside and out. There was no cushion on the seat, just as there were no cushions anywhere in their house. In a newer buggy it wasn’t so bad, but the springs in this one were long worn out. The black oilcloth roof leaked in any rain beyond a drizzle.

It really wasn’t a nice enough buggy to take a girl riding in, but Isaac had a feeling the excuse would only fly for so long. Maybe he should just ask Mary out and be done with it. It wasn’t as if there was another girl he liked better, so what was he waiting for?

The steel-rimmed wooden wheels clattered, and Isaac’s backside was already sore as he bumped down the drive at Silver’s top speed, the feeling of David’s hand still hot on his skin.

© Keira Andrews 2014

About Keira Andrews:

After writing for years yet never really finding the right inspiration, Keira discovered her voice in gay romance, which has become a passion. She writes contemporary, historical, paranormal, and fantasy fiction, and—although she loves delicious angst along the way—Keira firmly believes in happy endings. For as Oscar Wilde once said, “The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.”

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Thanks for stopping by and celebrating with us, Keira! Also, for making us hungry for pie. *adds molasses to shopping list* 

 

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Review: Unnatural by Joanna Chambers

James and Iain's story - offshot of the Enlightenment series.

Captain Iain Sinclair. Perfect son, perfect soldier, hero of Waterloo. A man living a lie. The only person who really knows him is his childhood friend, scientist James Hart. But they’ve been estranged since Iain brutally destroyed their friendship following a passionate encounter. 

Iain is poised to leave the King’s service to become an undercover agent in India. Before he leaves his old life behind, he’s determined to reconcile with James. An invitation to a country house party from James’s sister provides the perfect opportunity to pin the man down. 

James has loved Iain all his life, but his years of accepting crumbs from Iain’s table are over. Forgiving Iain is one thing—restoring their friendship is quite another. 

In the face of James’s determined resistance, Iain is forced to confront his reasons for mending the wounds between them. And accept the possibility that James holds the key to his heart’s desire—if only he has the courage to reach for it.

Ever have a bunch of people tell you how fantabulous something is and insist that you see/read/experience it for yourself? So you do and you keep waiting to be blown away by the fantabulousness?

This was one of those times.

I've witnessed so much squeeing over this author that I was expecting to be thunderstruck and it never transpired.

What I did like was her ability to create the Regency atmosphere that I love. She clearly has extensive knowledge of the time made evident in her usage of the language and customs. 

This relationship though... did not enrapture me.

James and Iain are childhood friends. Their story is told in non-linear fashion from the time they are boys to present. They have moments of intimacy but Iain inevitably pulls away from James. Time and time and time again. James is full of hopeful optimism and holds on to the dream of being a couple FOR YEARS! Iain comes back periodically from his military service and inserts himself in James' life only to leave him high and dry. Again. Once he decides that he's going to accept a position in India as a spy he vows to make peace with James. James puts him through his paces that's for sure. Rightly so!

I'm big on retribution, but I just didn't feel the chemistry between them. I wasn't WOW'd. I kept expecting to be gut punched with feels that never materialized. It would have been more successful for me had they spent more time together developing as a couple. Instead they were together for all of half a chapter which was insufficient to convince me of their longevity. Iain could've still high tailed it the next morning and I wouldn't be at all surprised. Because fickle pickle.


Nevertheless, I was impressed by the writing style. I love Regency novels and I will read something else by this author. In all likelihood, it just boils down to personal preference. I like my MCs to be together and not constantly fighting. If you don't, give it a whirl!

An ARC was provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

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Anniversary Shenanigans: Author Visit & Giveaway - Morticia Knight

The lovely Morticia Knight is celebrating with us today! Not only did she bring an amazing giveaway of all four books in her Sin City Uniforms series, but she wrote us some kinky fic for our pervy enjoyment.

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“Shall I place your new Oxfords next to the others on the rack, or would you prefer that I leave them wrapped in the box?”

He glanced up from where he kneeled in the lavish walk-in closet of the newly built mansion. It was located in the Hollywood Hills, near the lake, one of four estates constructed at the beginning of 1929. After the crash, his employer, Doctor Grayson, had been able to acquire it at a fraction of the price. Doctor Grayson loomed over him, his expression one of indifference.

“Are you purposely being obtuse? Is it that you again require the sting of my belt to remind you?”

He flushed, his cock swelling, filling until it pressed uncomfortably against the woolen fabric of his valet uniform.

His response was in the same tone that he always used – one of complete obedience. He didn’t raise his voice, nor did he whimper. The words he used weren’t said in an excited manner. He remained professional, detached – as if Doctor Grayson had just inquired as to when tea might be ready.

“As you desire, Doctor Grayson. Shall I finish with the shoes first? If that doesn’t please you, I could instead remove my clothing then get on my hands and knees in the punishment room.”

His cock leaked. He had to be careful to remain in control of his body. A further punishment awaited him if he stained his trousers – a punishment he might not wish for. Doctor Grayson regarded him, the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.

“It would please me if you would remove your clothing here. Once you’ve folded them neatly and set them aside, you are to crawl to the shoe box,” He indicated to where it had been left in the doorway to the closet, “You are to retrieve them, remain on your hands and knees, then place them neatly on the rack.” He pointed to the other end of the closet.

It was a test. It had to be. If he crawled the way the doctor commanded, it would be impossible to remove then carry the shoes in his hands – even one hand. If he questioned Doctor Grayson’s orders, he would no doubt get trussed up in the leather cords that his employer regularly bound his genitals with. He hadn’t come in over a week, and the last time he’d been given permission, the doctor hadn’t been present to mock him at the moment he’d spent. He’d been left alone to stroke his own cock to gain release. It had been unsatisfying and practically pointless. A waste.

“Well? Am I to stand here all day while you gape at me with that ridiculous expression on your face?”

“Forgive me, sir. Right away, sir.”

He stood, facing his employer, his fingers trembling as he disrobed. As he held his employer’s gaze, which he was required to do at times such as when he stripped down, he ruminated that he’d never seen a more magnificent man. His previous employer had been a silent film star, dashing and suave. But there’d been a hint of the feminine to him, despite his well-defined, masculine form. Still, he’d loved him so, had wished that he could please the demanding screen idol so well, that he might be invited to his bed. He knew he didn’t deserve it - however, it hadn’t stopped him from hoping.

Doctor Grayson was quite handsome as well, but his features had a harder edge. His eyes were dark and piercing, an almost cruel twist to his lips. He had a full head of black hair, dusted at the temples with grey. The doctor was strong, broad shouldered, more than capable of restraining him, whipping him until he drew blood while the man himself barely broke a sweat.

With the last vestiges of clothing removed and placed on the carpet as Doctor Grayson had requested, he dropped to his knees. He inhaled on a sharp breath as the doctor palmed his own erection through his pants. Instinctively, he licked his lips.

“Do you honestly think you’re worthy enough to have my cock in your mouth? Someone as useless and pathetic as you are? Why would I waste my seed on you?”

Tears filled his eyes. Doctor Grayson was right. He was pathetic. But he could prove he was worthy, he would show him that he deserved to have his cum.

“Forgive me, sir. I know I’m pitiful. Please allow me to show you how obedient I can be.”

Many times his employer had taunted him with the man’s gorgeous, ample prick. He’d teased him with it, taken it out and stroked it while he was tied up and at Doctor Grayson’s mercy. He would bring it close enough so he could smell the doctor’s arousal, his musk, almost close enough to taste, but then he’d take it away. Then the doctor would bring himself to completion, spill his cum on the floor. If he was lucky, he would then be allowed to clean it up with his tongue, but that was only when he hadn’t disappointed Doctor Grayson too much.

“Show me, you little cockwhore, then we’ll see.”

He crawled to where the shoes were carefully wrapped in the store packaging, then nudged the lid with his nose until it tumbled to the side. With his lips and teeth, he parted the tissue paper, brushing it aside to where the first shoe was cradled against its match. They were snugly held within the box, so it took him a considerable amount of effort to extricate the first one.

Once it was free, he grasped the laces between his teeth, careful to keep from drooling on them. He held his tongue away from the ties, sucking in his spit as he crawled across the thick carpet to his destination. He cried out between clenched teeth, almost dropping the shoe at the sharp sting of Doctor Grayson’s belt on his ass.

“Faster! Should I get another man to do this for me? Someone less incapable?”

He shook his head, the shoe whacking his cheek as he continued to crawl. His knees protested and he almost stumbled over his own hands. The burn from the second stripe the doctor laid across his ass built in intensity. A third strike caught the back of his thighs, and tears spilled down his cheeks. He was almost to the shoe rack.

Once he reached the display of footwear, he sat back on his haunches, but kept the laces clamped between his teeth. He wouldn’t disappoint Doctor Grayson. He craved the man’s cock, needed the feel and taste of it in his mouth, the tickle of the coarse curls as he swallowed around him, his masculine scent.

At last, he’d positioned the Oxford just right, nudging the one next to it with his nose until they were aligned perfectly. He caught his breath. An almost gentle hand rested on his head before it was snatched away.

“That was acceptable. Now hurry and finish the other one. I don’t have all day.”

Doctor Grayson sounded unusually pleased with him. Maybe if he didn’t fail with the second shoe, he’d be allowed to…?

No. He couldn’t get himself too worked up. Whenever he anticipated something too much, that would be when he failed the hardest.

Focus. Crawl to the other shoe, be quick about it, then finish your task. Pleasing Doctor Grayson is all that matters. Don’t think of your own petty needs.

He did as the doctor had demanded, four more lashes of the belt cracking against his skin before the second shoe was placed correctly.

“The shoes look excellent. And you managed not to mark the leather with your spit, so there’s that. However, you’ve wasted much of my time. I’m not sure if I should let you suck me. It might be quicker and more efficient if I just took matters into my own hands, hmm?”

He shoved his nose in the carpet, supplicating himself before the doctor. “Please, I beg of you. Give me another chance. Anything. I’ll do anything, sir.”

“Then crawl to the punishment room from here and we’ll see. I expect you to arrive there no later than five minutes from now and I want you on your knees, hands clasped behind your back, mouth open and ready for me. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir. Completely. Thank you, sir, thank you so much.”

He kissed the tip of each of Doctor Grayson’s shoes. He winced from the stinging slap of the belt across his back.

“Quit wasting time, you fool.”

“Yes, sir.”

He scurried along the carpet, willing his mind away from the long stretch of hardwood floor and the flight of stairs that lay before him. His thoughts immediately turned to despair. He couldn’t make it in time – it wasn’t possible. Then he recalled the last time his employer’s bittersweet seed had filled his mouth and he surged forward, the burn on his knees from the carpet, the sting on his back from the beating - all of it was pushed to the back of his mind.

“Ten seconds.”

He gasped, sweat covering his body in a fine sheen. His employer’s voice sounded at the bottom of the stairs and he launched himself across the threshold. He wouldn’t cheat at the last moment. It was impossible for him to lie. He would confess all and the punishment would no doubt be devastating. He couldn’t chance it. He needed Doctor Grayson, needed all of him.

Gasping for air, he righted himself, parting his lips even as he attempted to control his breathing. The Doctor strolled into the room.

“With only a second to spare. I’m disappointed that you didn’t do better, but you did fulfil my requirements. You may suck my cock.”

He almost burst into tears, his joy so overwhelming. His employer approached him, unbuttoning his trousers as he drew near. Once Doctor Grayson’s hardened length was revealed, he clenched his asshole, his dick twitching. He’d been so close to climax from the sight alone. Had almost ruined the glorious opportunity through his own pitiful lack of control. No wonder Doctor Grayson had to correct him so much. He deserved it.

The moment Doctor Grayson’s silky steel passed over his lips, he barely averted another crisis. How he’d longed for the doctor’s taste. Nothing was more beautiful, more satisfying then pleasing his employer with his mouth – not even when he was ordered to give up his ass in whatever manner the doctor chose.

He sucked for all he was worth, hollowed his cheeks each time he pulled off the large prick that filled his mouth so well. He licked underneath the shaft, flicked his tongue in the valley below the doctor’s tip before pushing into the slit. The doctor hissed, clutching his hair in an iron grip.

“That’s it you slut, you cocksucking degenerate. Take it. Take it all.”

The doctor shoved his length down his throat, and he gagged before relaxing to swallow around it. He held in his breath as the doctor pumped his seed into him, growling though his climax. Right as he was about to struggle for air, the doctor released his hold and let his soft member slip away, wetness trailing down his chin.

“Lick me clean then tuck me back in.”

He did as he was told, fighting the tears that burned in his eyes. There was something about Doctor Grayson that held him like no other before. Usually, the berating and punishment was all that he needed, but with the doctor…

“Look at me.”

He peered up at his employer, readying himself for the expression of disgust over what a horrible job he’d done, how he should be tied up for the rest of the evening, not allowed to come for another week, or perhaps be forced to eat his supper out of a bowl on the kitchen floor like the dog he was. Instead, there was a glimmer of something else.

“You performed well, my little pervert. You must really desire to please me.” He arched a brow. “Perhaps, this one time, I’ll allow you to choose a reward.”

His heart hammered against his ribs. Could it be true?

“Anything, sir?”

“Anything.”

He swallowed hard, not sure if he dared. But he’d wanted it for so long, dreamed of it nightly. Surely he wasn’t good enough for such a thing, no matter how much he loved the doctor. Surely the doctor would only deny him, maybe even send him away.

“Are you so ungrateful for my kindness that you won’t answer me? Shall I beat you bloody instead?”

His gut clenched. “No! Forgive me, sir. I’m merely afraid that you’ll refuse me, that I couldn’t possibly be good enough to ask such a thing.”

“Undoubtedly you’re not, but I’m ordering you. Tell me what it is immediately or you won’t have my cock in any way for the rest of the month.”

He gasped. He’d die without the doctor’s beautiful prick. “A kiss. May I please have a kiss?”

A series of emotions crossed the Doctor’s face, none that he recognized, none that spoke of derision or disappointment. The tension in the air hung between them and he wasn’t sure what to do. At last the doctor’s mien returned to the indifferent expression that he was accustomed to. He would no doubt be refused. It had been a ridiculous folly to wish for it in the first place.

As the doctor gazed down at him, he ran one finger across his brow before allowing it to trail along his cheek. He held his breath in anticipation.

“Yes, Hector. You may.”

About Morticia Knight:
Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011. Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.

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Check out the latest book in the Sin City Uniforms Series:

Can the kinky billionaire owner of Dark Fantasy Resort Casino capture the heart of a muscled SWAT officer with a secret fetish?

SWAT Team Hostage Negotiator, Steve, wonders why he can’t stay away from the spoiled rich Allistair, owner of Dark Fantasy Resort Casino. They have mutual kinks - ones Steve can’t find with other lovers—but there’s something else about the emotionally detached, beautiful man that calls to him.

Billionaire Allistair stays alone in his luxury penthouse apartment at the top of Dark Fantasy, terrified of the real world and of opening himself up to genuine emotions. He takes lover after lover, all of them allowing him to do whatever he wants to their bodies, in the hopes that they can scam something from him.

One night is all he ever shares with a plaything—he knows they only want the money and luxury he can offer them and nothing more. But the down to earth Steve is different. They share the same kinks and are explosive when together. But could the muscled law officer ever want more than the lust-filled encounters that have become such an addiction?

As they grow closer, they discover they also have to find a balance between Steve’s everyday world and Allistair’s entitled world before they can truly find an ever after. They also have to make sure Allistair stays safe. Filthy rich playboys are too tempting to those who seek the ultimate payday—and who aren’t afraid of hurting someone to get it.


Thanks so much for stopping by and the giveaway, Morticia! And for the sexy fic. Fans of the Gin & Jazz series will be quite pleased, I suspect ;)

Morticia Knight is giving away ebook copies of the first four books in her sexy series, Sin City Uniforms, to one very lucky winner! 

Enter to win by commenting below with your name and a way of contacting you (email, twitter goodreads, etc). The giveaway is open until November 9th, 9PM PST when a winner will be randomly drawn. Please respond to the winning notification within 48 hours or we will choose another winner.

Anniversary Shenanigans: Author Visit & Giveaway - Jay Bell

Guess what? Boy Meets Boy Reviews is turning two today! Happy Anniversary to us! We're kicking off our month long celebrations with Jay Bell. And he brought the goods. No seriously, we have info on his next release and a cover reveal AND a giveaway before the release date!

Hi there! I’m Jay Bell. I write books! Did you know that Boy Meets Boy Reviews is turning two years old this month? What’s that? Did I hear some bitter person in the back row mutter, “Who cares?” Well I’ll tell you exactly why you should care. Readers of the same genre rarely get to socialize with each other. Oh sure there is the occasional convention full of drunken revelry, but most days out of the year aren’t spent rubbing elbows with other people who enjoy reading about gay love. That can make it difficult to discover new books. You could visit your favorite online retailer and start clicking randomly, but you’ll only end up wasting money on stories that aren’t good. Rather than let your purchases be luck of the draw, why not visit a site manned by hard working people? Very hard working. Not only do they read tons of books and give honest reviews, but they deal with a constant influx of emails from needy authors (like me) while also promoting the stories they love on social networking. Let’s not forget that running a site costs time and money too. That’s why review sites come and go. I’ve seen some great ones fade into history over the last few years and it saddens me. All of the above is why we’re celebrating today. Boy Meets Boy Reviews has survived two years! Pretty damn cool, don’t you think?

That’s why I’ve decided not only to reveal the title of my next book here (Something Like Stories!) and the cover art (Take a look! It’s the red one! My husband made it!) but to also give away two paperback copies before they are officially released. All you have to do is leave a comment in the next forty-eight hours to win. Want more information about the prize? The blurb is below. Before I go, I just want to thank everyone at Boy Meets Boy Reviews for all their hard work, and for making it so much fun for us to enjoy this genre. You guys are awesome!

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Benjamin Bentley and many other beloved characters from the Something Like… series make their triumphant return in this collection of short stories and bonus material. Something Like Yesterday travels to the past where Eric Conroy attempts to find love against a backdrop of intolerance and political upheaval. In Something Like Fall, Ben meets Jace’s family and tries to cope with the many changes of the years that follow. Allison Cross finally gets her dues in Something Like Tonight, examining the relationships in her life during a girls night out. Something Like Eternity takes the series where it has never gone before as Victor Hemingway seeks out his ultimate destiny. Also included is a character guide and a timeline of key events thus far. Laughter and tears await you in this very special anthology!

OMG. I just imagine all the Something Like... fans squeeing after reading that blurb. I know I am!

Thanks so much stopping by and for the kind words, Jay! *wipes away rainbow-glitter tear* We love this genre and having the opportunity to be a part of it.

Jay Bell has two copies of his newest book to giveaway! To enter to win a copy of Something Like Stories, comment below with your name and a way of contacting you (email, twitter, goodreads, etc)

The giveaway is open until November 3rd at 9AM PST when a winner will be randomly drawn. Please respond to the winning notification within 48 hours or we will choose another winner.

Boy Meets Boy Reviews is Two!! Happy Birthday!!

Boy Meets Boy Reviews is officially two!! You know what that means?  Big boy pants, sippy cups and tantrums! j/k  (We aced that part of the test last week.)

It means--wait for it--a birthday party with the unicorns and the most important guest of all...

YOU!

We can't party without cake.

Our blog of friends who love to read and chat about books has reached an important milestone today. Two years ago on November 1st, a bunch of friends with a shared passion started this blog, to have a place where they could share their book experiences and maybe help someone else find their next favorite read or author.

Last year, we celebrated with having a giveaway (or more) a day for the entire month of November.

And we're of the mentality: if it ain't broke, don't fix it.

We asked our favorite authors & publishers to our shindig this year and the turnout is mighty swell!

Would you like a preview? Hmm...well today's first guest has something exclusive to start our anniversary off right! And time sensitive, so you're going to want to make sure you enter ASAP (thanks Jay Bell)!!

Some authors stopping by: Kim Fielding, Rhys Ford, MARY CALMES, Suki Fleet, Eli Easton, The Cox, J.A. Rock, Jane Davitt to name a few. And some authors brought new flash fiction/ ficlets to share at the stable celebration.

Imagine the unipornian possibilities for the next thirty days...

Exactly.

So stick around, polish your horns and have a slice of cake on us.

Sincerely,

Review: Sightings by Kari Gregg

Love longer than forever.

Quinn Laramie moved to Mill Valley to care for his sick Aunt Betsy. After her recovery, he invested hours once spent in hospitals hiking and exploring the surrounding hills rather than returning to an empty apartment in the city.

Patrick, a photographer and self-proclaimed paranormal expert, saved Quinn from tumbling into a flooded creek where a bridge had washed away years ago, taking a pair of doomed lovers with it. Quinn and Patrick meet for other creepy jaunts thereafter: a derelict one-room schoolhouse, an abandoned cemetery, the burned-out shell of a home… Quinn hasn’t seen any ghosts yet, but Patrick’s shy kisses haunt him after each paranormal adventure ends.

Quinn wants more, and with their next spooky tour set to begin, Patrick is finally ready to give in. But what surprises wait them in the eerie manse atop Warner Hill?

Happy Howl-loween!!!

Ghosts.

I'm like Scooby Doo at their very mention. Not interested to watch them in movies or read about them, most definitely my least fave paranormal being. I try to avoid most ghost romances

But this is The Gregg.

For her, I'll break my "no ghosts" rule.

And I enjoyed her spooky, sexy, sweet novelette.

Quinn, a medical transcriptionist who remains in a small Pennsylvania town, searching for possible haunted places with a possible new love, Patrick. The story starts in typical Gregg fashion. The reader is thrust into the thick of things while she slowly doles out the twists and turns. And for 11K, there are twists!

It's not as graphic as I've read from the author in the past. And I've read Gregg..."sweet" before, this is leaning to the romantic side. It's not sugary and the lone fuck scene proves that she most certainly can write a hot scene with filthy words (it's not in my Gregg top 5 though). Though fans of big guy bottoming and butt virgins might delight and coo from it. I did.

On one hand, I wished I got a chance to read and experience that month of Patrick & Quinn's dating. I think maybe getting a chance to watch them fall in love, instead of being thrown into the romantic declarations (amidst the twists). It read insta-love. And though when I read paranormal, insta-love can vary, I wish the time was given because it would have made the declarations...sweeter? More believable? I dunno, it was so fast.

And then on the other hand, it didn't pussyfoot around. Gregg is known for introducing her characters, giving just enough to tell their tale and that's it. "Sightings" does exactly that. I get what happened, why it happened and that twist actually surprised me. I liked it. I can't say this was dragged out. The mystery part helped for me. I do question how quickly everything is accepted but overall, I enjoyed.

I enjoyed a ghost romance. LOL What's the world coming to?

Recommended for non-ghost romance lovers (it's not too heavy). It's Gregg-lite.

P.S. The lube bit was worth the laugh.

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Review: The Accidental Purchase of Love by Amelia Thorpe

Convinced he will never love again, successful businessman Tom Fletcher has given up any hope of a relationship and, instead, pays for his weekend company. Despite his expectations, he finds himself falling for a particular man and spending more and more time with him. Already struggling to control his emotions, Tom is put forward for a promotion that causes a rival to start digging into his personal life, sending all sense of security he once had spiralling out of control. 

I really hate to lambaste a first time author but there is so much wrong with this book I fear it's unavoidable at this point. I will be using a lot of quotes, probably a gif or 8 and even a little anecdote. Spoiling is likely.

In case you're not interested in reading all the words, the long and the short of it is, I haven't hate a book this much since The Wrong Side of Right. And that's saying a lot.

Long ago I worked closely with a bunch of judges. I was just starting to get into pleasure reading and we were talking about Tom Wolfe. I was reading something or other by him and one of the judges piped up and referred to him as "an equal opportunity bigot". That pithy little remark has stuck with me and kept popping up in my head while reading this book. I'm not sure if this author took a page out of the Wolfe school of thought, but I can tell you that say what you will about Mr. Wolfe, his writing is rock solid. His characterizations are layered and unique even if they are bigots and his stories are engaging. I assure you that is not the case here. In fact, nothing could be further from the truth. 

If you're going to have your characters be bigoted and generally distasteful then at least make them interesting or colorful; give them some depth. Both these characters are so shallow that combined they couldn't fill a Dixie cup. The story itself is boorish and overflowing with dull and repetitive dialogue and the entire book is heinously edited. What started off as a run of the mill tale of rent boy/client instalove quickly devolved into over the top soap opera worthy dramatics that served to remove me further and further from identifying with either of these characters. The fact that a story with a rent boy as a main character managed to contain nothing but boring sex is actually the least of my grievances. Shockingly enough.

Since I'm a character person let's start there.

He knows he's smarter than all these people, but it doesn't hurt to listen.

Tom, our lonely Prince Charming, who has at the age of 27 sworn off ever loving again after he lost his boyfriend 9 yrs ago. Tom works for a consulting firm where he's on tap to take over. He despises his job and most of his co-workers but he loves the paycheck. His peer, Samantha, is also in the running to take over and, as you can imagine, he hates her too. In short, Tom is an asshat of the highest caliber. Along with being shallow he's a snob who is condescending, catty and a narcissist. I should have known I wasn't going to like this joker when he said he didn't like champagne. Who hates champagne anyway? And p.s. I'm fully capable of remembering that he hates it. There's no need to tell me again and again and again. 

I have to say I did get the biggest chuckle out of this particular editing gaffe because... Freudian slip anyone?

"I told her that was bollocks cos you asked me to marry me."

He really should just marry himself and save everyone else the trouble of never living up to his lofty expectations or his superior rank.

Tom has been frequenting brothels since his first and only boyfriend died in a freak accident which sounds really sad, but the whole information dump of his storied history with Ryan read like something ripped off the front page of the Enquirer. If you're aiming to gut punch a reader with a tragic past then it's best to inject that past with a modicum of relatability or, at minimum, believability. 

There's is a classic tale wrong side of the tracks teen love. Ryan, the bad boy who terrorized many with his gang of hoodlums, smoking, drugging and rarely going to class and Tom the straight A nerd who also just happens to be beautiful. One day Tom is chin jerked to meet on the other side of the fence where Ryan promptly takes him home so they can both lose their virginity. No angst. No sweaty palms. No butterflies. No second thoughts. So I really shouldn't have been surprised when Tom in a fit of anxiety(?) word vomits his deflowering to his mother and she takes it in stride. 

*what what*

I don't know about you but my mother would've had a litter of kittens and there likely would've been some sort of intervention wherein I would've been bombarded by how disappointed she (AND THE WHOLE WORLD!) was. The events that followed in Tom and Ryan's relationship became increasingly ridiculous with the end result of Tom swearing off love FOREVER N EVER! Until he meets downtrodden Jaime.

Naturally, Jaime is the spitting image of Ryan and this is used as a flimsy platform for their instalove. Why Jaime falls into the instalove vortex can be solely attributed to the almighty dollar, I mean pound. 

Jaime's character is so utterly confounding that I deemed it the kitchen sink of characterizations. One minute he's saying he's not comfortable with talking to other people? The next he's being clever and charming with Tom's peers and family. One minute he's confident and suave and the next he's insecure and awkward? He says he doesn't know what to do when people are nice to him? I understand the end goal of making a character complex, but that complexity has to make sense and be continuous. 

I was just baffled.

I don't claim to be an expert on sex workers but I do have a healthy interest in some porn stars and I can attest that they may be reserved but they are not shy. They know how to carry on a conversation and they have at least an inkling of charisma. BECAUSE THEY ARE SEX WORKERS!!!!!!! Also, since when do sex workers get to choose whether or not they top or bottom? If you're going to have a sex worker as an MC then it might be prudent to have some knowledge of them. Just a thought. I'm still confounded as to how or why he doesn't consider anything about what he does to be professional. He gets paid a mint by Tom alone; that to me connotes professionalism. I will grant you that he is complete shite at managing said mint, but that's neither here nor there.

"Do you live in a mansion?" Jaime asks.  

"No," Tom laughs, "I live in a flat." 

"Oh," Jamie tries to hide his disappointment. "Is it a nice flat?"

Jaime's backstory, also told in another information dump, is even less credible than Tom's. He left home after his mother turned to the bottle subsequent to her husband's untimely death. He bounced around for some time then stumbled into a crack addict who took him back to a crack den, introduced him to the others who said they would "look out for" him. He considered these people "family". Shortly thereafter they began whoring him out. 

I cannot even articulate how disgusted this whole scenario made me. To blithely gloss over childhood abuse or abuse of any kind in such a dismissive way I found to be insulting and disrespectful. I can assure you there is zero chance of someone surviving this sort of childhood unscathed. Not only is Jaime's history treated in a flip and cavalier manner with him dismissing everything he was subjected to as no big deal, but on top of that it doesn't make any sense! I'm not sure if British crack addicts are different than American crack addicts but generally speaking they whore themselves out FOR MORE CRACK! I have a hard time believing crack addicts are organized enough to launch a child prostitution ring. And what exactly is the point of whoring out underage boys in a crack den other than blatant shock value that packs no punch because he waves it all off as inconsequential?

How someone could justify making such a history of no consequence to their character is a gross misrepresentation of child abuse and its aftereffects not to mention pointless when you divorce it from any real emotion. And if you're going to have a character come out of this sort of background of having not finished school, living on the streets, being subjected to atrocities, etc. then you need to have his speech and thought processes be reflective of that history as well. It's called credence. 

I'm not sure which I was more offended by that Jaime's characterization was completely devoid of anything substantive when there was so much potential or Tom's belittling of... everyone. To add insult to injury, Jaime's made out to be simplistic and Tom being Tom he never fails to remind him of his place. 

"We could have met in a library, reaching for the same book..." 

Tom gives him a very sarcastic look. "No. You're a friend of my sister's."

...he thought that he'd just tell Jamie to stand there and look pretty and not say anything, but really that wasn't an option. 

They won't judge Tom on his boyfriend anyway; as long as Jamie stays quiet and doesn't do anything amazingly stupid, it would probably be okay. Maybe if Jamie is there, he would make it more bearable too, and he would look very gorgeous on Tom's arm, after all.

In their fictionalized and white washed for the parents/peers relationship Jaime is a writer who's independently wealthy and all of the "relationship" building, if you can call it that, is cockamamie. They keeping seeing each other on a professional basis despite saying "I love you" every chance they get, declaring they're in a relationship, having Jaime's financial accounts forwarded to Tom's address and getting him a new passport(?) [why the hell he needed a passport to begin with if he's only ever been whored out by crack addicts or worked in skeevy brothels is beyond me. I seriously doubt they're sending him to Zurich for weekend trysts.] all in an effort to get him "ready" for a work holiday party. I found it all to be a feeble attempt at a Cinderfella tale. Why keep paying? Why keep charging him? Jaime only sees him and they spend most of their time together.

No one spends every waking moment with their partners.

...not when they're paying them they don't.

This Cinderfella story comes with an abusive Prince Charming and is not engaging; it's trite and derogatory. Both characters are loathsome, manipulative, shallow and spiteful bigots.

She isn't that pretty; he thinks her small features make her appear rodent-like, and the hair and the eyelashes-she has kids for God's sake-didn't it all reek of trying far too hard? She's going for head of the company, not Britain's Next sodding Top Model.

Every time there was an opportunity for depth or to engage the reader it was brushed aside in favor of superficiality. 

He knows he's picked the most expensive one, but really Jamie deserves nothing less than the best. And nothing says security better than a platinum band with six diamonds in it.

And the editing was non-existent. 

This relationship should be kaput inside 6 mos and Jaime will have half of Tom's assets to blow through inside a year but at least he'll have some bling to look at and maybe, just maybe his next sugar daddy will be slightly less conceited and far less abusive. Tom will probably develop a drinking problem. Not on champagne, of course, and inform all far and wide they he will never love again. For a couple years. Then fall in love with someone in rehab who he can continually remind how he pulled him from the gutter and how grateful he should be for it. Best of luck to the both of them.

I'm certain someone will love this book maybe even because of all the reasons I've listed, but there's nothing I can think of to recommend it. I wish the author good luck in her future endeavors. 

A review copy was provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.

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Review: In Your Eyes (Mates #3) by Cardeno C.

Raised to become Alpha of the Yafenack pack, Samuel Goodwin dedicates his life to studying shifter laws, strengthening his body, and learning from his father. But despite his best efforts, Samuel can’t relate to people, including those he's supposed to lead.

When Samuel meets Korban Keller, the son of a neighboring pack's Alpha, he reacts with emotion instead of intellect for the first time in his life. Resenting the other shifter for throwing him off-balance, Samuel first tries to intimidate Korban and then desperately avoids him. What he can't do is forget Korban's warm eyes, easy smile, and happy personality.

When a battle between their fathers ends tragically, Samuel struggles to lead his pack while Korban works to break through Samuel’s emotional barriers. Two very different men with a tumultuous history must overcome challenges from all sides and see past their society’s rules to realize they are destined for one another.

Stoic, socially awkward Samuel & sweet, understanding Korban? PERFECTION.

Samuel and Korban meet at a young age. They're from neighboring packs and are both the son of their pack alpha. Because of pack business and meetings and such, they occasionally saw each other throughout their childhood.

Samuel was instantly annoyed with Korban. Who is honestly that happy, all the time? Really. Samuel couldn't wrap his mind around Korban's genuine, good-naturedness. So, he was generally rude to Korban and avoided him as much as possible. Because as much as Korban annoyed him, he got under Samual's skin and Samuel had no idea why.

This is where I instantly fell in love with Korban. He was so understanding and sweet with Samuel. Gah. I adored the guy. He was patient and kind, all the time. No matter how standoffish Samuel insisted on being. Korban just waited. And waited. 

...and waited. 

Because Samuel wouldn't notice a thing until it smacked him right in the face. Seriously, some pretty serious happenings had to be going on for him to finally wake up and realize that Korban was more than just a wolf who bothered him. But... Samuel's naivety was pretty darn endearing. He was very wrapped up in his book knowledge about shifters and the lore surrounding them, that it was hard for him to see any other possibilities, besides what he's read in the pack archives. But when he finally did figure everything out? Yeah. Made me grin like an idiot.

Samuel's family was great. Their support was heartwarming, which was nice since I wanted to kick Korban's family in the face. And since we're back to Korban... again, he was amazing. He sacrificed so much for Samuel, of course Korban didn't see it as a sacrifice because it was all for his mate. He was 100% dedicated to his mate, in every way. Awwwwwwwwww! *squishes* Don't get me wrong, Samuel was a great guy too, but Korban just... stole my heart.

I'm definitely sad to see the end of this sweet and sexy series. I really enjoyed all three books. 

A copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.

Excerpt & Giveaway: In Your Eyes (Mates #3) by Cardeno C.

Once again, the oh-so-generous Cardeno C is here with another giveaway! To celebrate the rerelease of her super sexy shifter series, Mates, we have an excerpt and an ebook copy of In Your Eyes for one lucky winner!

Raised to become Alpha of the Yafenack pack, Samuel Goodwin dedicates his life to studying shifter laws, strengthening his body, and learning from his father. But despite his best efforts, Samuel can’t relate to people, including those he's supposed to lead.

When Samuel meets Korban Keller, the son of a neighboring pack's Alpha, he reacts with emotion instead of intellect for the first time in his life. Resenting the other shifter for throwing him off-balance, Samuel first tries to intimidate Korban and then desperately avoids him. What he can't do is forget Korban's warm eyes, easy smile, and happy personality.

When a battle between their fathers ends tragically, Samuel struggles to lead his pack while Korban works to break through Samuel’s emotional barriers. Two very different men with a tumultuous history must overcome challenges from all sides and see past their society’s rules to realize they are destined for one another.

Excerpt: 

“You look like you’re about to fall over,” he said. He sounded concerned, not like he was mocking or judging me, so I didn’t argue. “You haven’t slept in days, have you?”

I shook my head and focused on keeping myself upright.

“Well, that explains why all that tightly held control finally snapped.”

Wincing at the reminder of what I’d done to him when I lost my control, I lowered my gaze and started stepping away so I wouldn’t crowd him.

“No.” He grasped my shoulder and then eased his hand onto my back. “That wasn’t a complaint.” He sighed. “We need to talk, but first we need to get you operating on all cylinders, which means sleep. Where’s your room?”

Pride should have kept me from letting him decide what I needed and when. Instinct should have prevented me from leading him to the place where I slept and was most vulnerable. Self-respect should have stopped me from giving in to my exhaustion by slumping my shoulders and shuffling my feet as I neared the bedroom. And yet I did all of those things without a second thought or a hint of hesitation.

When we got to the bed, he dropped his hand from my back and waited for me to get in. I shivered, suddenly cold in my core. I looked at him, not sure what I wanted, but certain he could provide it.

“I’m filthy,” he said, gesturing to his blood- and dirt-covered body. “You lie down and I’ll go wash up.”

He was right. I could only imagine how he felt, coated in filth and grime. “I’m sorry. I should have thought to… I shouldn’t have put you… I—”

“Shhh.” He cupped the back of my head and massaged my scalp. “You need sleep. You can’t complete a thought or think straight.” He tilted his chin toward the door at the end of my room. “That’s the bathroom, right?”

I nodded.

“Take your clothes off and get in bed. I’ll be right back.”

It wasn’t until my shoes and pants were pooled around my ankles and I was stripping my shirt off that I realized what I was doing. Why on earth was I listening to what he said? Why was I putting myself in an exposed and vulnerable position? Why was I letting him bathe in my shower when I normally couldn’t stand anyone in my personal space?

“You know why, Samuel.”

I darted my gaze up and saw Korban standing in the bathroom doorway, looking at me.

“Did I say that out loud?” I asked. “No.” He shook his head.
“Then how did you—”

He smiled at me, his expression soft. “Sleep, Samuel. You know all of this in here.” He tapped his hand against his chest. “You just need to let go of the things you’ve learned in here”—he tapped the side of his head—“to realize it.”

Whether I would have argued or demanded more answers, I’d never know because Korban walked into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. It would have been mean to prevent him from washing, so instead of pushing him for an explanation, I padded into the bathroom, retrieved a toothbrush from the drawer where I kept extra toiletries, and set it on the counter.

“There’s a toothbrush next to the sink,” I said, trying not to look at his form behind the steamy glass enclosure. “Everything else you need should be in the shower.”

“Thanks, Samuel.” When I didn’t move, he chuckled and spoke again. “I promise I won’t be long. Go to bed before you fall over where you’re standing.”

I was tired beyond belief, but I doubted I’d be able to sleep with everything going on. I was far too anxious. Still, I did what Korban asked and slid between the sheets.

Though I remained awake, the sounds of him in the adjoining room lulled me into a relaxed state instead of making me tense. Even the water turning off, his bare feet slapping on the tile floor, and him brushing his teeth melted tension from me. By the time Korban walked into the bedroom, I was breathing easier and no longer felt ice-cold inside.

“You look better,” he said quietly, pressing his palm to my forehead and then brushing my hair back. “Still tired, but better.”

I blinked my eyes open and watched him, trying to figure out what he was doing. He was being nice, tender. It didn’t make sense. And I liked it, which also didn’t make sense.

“A good night’s sleep and you’ll be back to yourself.”

“Why are you doing this?” I said quietly. “I hurt you and you’re taking care of me. Why?”

“For the same reason I’m going to get in bed with you and you’re going to let me.”

“There are lots of other bedrooms in this house,” I said. “The beds are just as comfortable. The doors have locks.”

Not that I couldn’t break through a locked door, but at least it would be some barrier to keep him safe from me.

“I know.” He picked up the blanket and sat down. The man had no self-preservation instinct.

I looked at him for a second and then slid over, making room for him to lie next to me.

Immediately, he reached over, wrapped his arms around me, and tugged me close until we were pressed together. It was then I remembered he was nude. It made sense because he hadn’t been wearing clothes before the shower and he didn’t have any at my house. But still, he was nude. In my bed.

“What?” he asked.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Your entire body tensed and you’re barely breathing.” He smiled and combed his fingers through my hair. I had never let anyone touch me that way, not even my parents. But I let him. I liked it. “That’s saying something with your body. What freaked you out?”

“You’re not wearing any clothes.”

“I know.”

“Oh.” I swallowed hard, thinking about his nonresponse. “Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

“For the same reason you’re glad I’m not wearing any clothes.”

Eeee! I loved that scene, BTW. Wanna win a copy? Duh, right?! Simply comment below with your name and a way of contacting you (email, twitter, goodreads, etc) to enter to win. The giveaway will be open until Thursday, November 5th at 9PM PST, when a winner will be randomly drawn.