Blog Tour + Giveaway: Yuletide Truce by Sandra Schwab


Sandra Schwab and A Novel Take PR visit the clubhouse with the Yuletide Truce blog tour! The author invites you into the author's den and hosts a pretty awesome giveaway: 3 copies of any back list book! Good luck!


Title:Yuletide Truce

Publisher: Sandra Schwab

Release Date (Print & Ebook): 22 September 2017

Length (Print & Ebook): 18,000 words

Subgenre: historical romance, Victorian romance, mm romance, holiday romance

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Book blurb:

London, 1845

It's December, Alan "Aigee" Garmond's favorite time of the year, when the window display of the small bookshop where he works fills up with crimson Christmas books and sprays of holly. Everything could be perfect — if it weren't for handsome Christopher Foreman, the brilliant writer for the fashionable magazine About Town, who has taken an inexplicable and public dislike to Aigee's book reviews.

But why would a man such as Foreman choose to target reviews published in a small bookshop's magazine? Aigee is determined to find out. And not, he tells himself, just because he finds Foreman so intriguing.

Aigee’s quest leads him from smoke-filled ale-houses into the dark, dingy alleys of one of London's most notorious rookeries. And then, finally, to Foreman. Will Aigee be able to wrangle a Yuletide truce from his nemesis?

Quotes from Sandra Schwab about the book:

Yuletide Truce is a feel-good enemies-to-lovers holiday romance that takes you on a sweeping journey to Victorian London, to fog-filled streets and smoke-filled taverns, to Fleet Street, where news are made, and to Bethnal Green, where once a crime lord ruled as supreme master. Meet those who criticized a rich ruling class that clung to its old privileges, and those who eked out a meagre livelihood on the streets of the metropolis. Yuletide Truce not a story about rich people, but a story about two ordinary men — because everybody deserves a happily-ever-after, and I want to challenge the idea that it's somehow only straight, white, rich people whose stories deserve to be told.

Quotes from other authors about the book:

Sandra Schwab's Yuletide Truce is charming and witty, and I thoroughly enjoyed the peep into Victorian literary culture. The relationship between the proudly self-made Aigee and carelessly arrogant Foreman unfolds through dueling book reviews and salon repartee, but also in wonderfully drawn London streets and rickety boarding houses. The cross-class romance is a terrific cup of holiday cheer.” --Emma Barry, author of the Fly Me to the Moon series with Genevieve Turner

Yuletide Truce is warm and cozy, just what I want out of a holiday romance. Aigee is a total cinnamon roll and it was lovely to see him happy.”--Cat Sebastian, author of The Ruin of a Rake and The Soldier’s Scoundrel

Excerpt

Confronting Foreman in the Cider Cellars, a tavern:

Aigee pushed forward through the crowd in the direction Sherrick had indicated, and sure enough: over there, a table in the corner had been taken by four men from About Town, among them Christopher Foreman—that mop of golden curls was unmistakable. He was lounging on his chair, long legs stretched out in front of him.

Aigee took a deep breath. “Mr. Foreman. A word, if you please.”

Very slowly, the blond head turned, golden brows arched delicately. “Dear me. If it isn’t Munro’s pup,” Foreman drawled.

It wouldn’t do, Aigee told himself, to lose his temper and plant a wallop onto Foreman’s arrogant nose. Not in a crowded tavern, where a good quarter of the men present were happily belting out the chorus to a song about a milkmaid and a magic flute.

It was the kind of song that would have made moralists turn pale, if not fall into a dead faint.

Not that Aigee hadn’t heard worse.

He pasted a pleasant smile on his face. “Mr. Foreman, I’m sorry my reviews don’t appeal to you. However, I don’t see why you should take such umbrage, considering that Munro’s is a rather small magazine. Perhaps it is time to focus your ire on somebody else’s work. Preferably work from a magazine equal to About Town.”

The golden brows rose even higher. “So the pup talks?”

The other men at the table chuckled.

Inwardly, Aigee gritted his teeth, but still kept his voice pleasant. “I fail to understand why you hold me in such dislike, Mr. Foreman, but I would ask you not to take it out on my employer.”

Foreman flicked a lazy hand, as if he were swatting away an annoying fly. “Dislike? You must have misunderstood me.” His voice turned venomous. “Why should a pup like you interest me? It’s your simpering reviews I hold in contempt. Puff pieces to boost your employer’s sales.”

By now, several men were listening in on their conversation.

“Hear, hear!” somebody said. “I thought puffing went out of fashion in the thirties.”

“So last century,” somebody else muttered.

This time, Aigee allowed his teeth to show. “Puffing? I write nothing that I don’t mean. And we all want to make a living.”

Foreman’s glittering gaze swept over him. “I have no objection to you making a living, Mr. Garmond. As long as it doesn’t involve writing literary reviews.” His lips curved into a taunting smile. “Surely it should be obvious that somebody like you has no business writing them.”

Aigee felt each word as if it were a slap. There was a great rushing noise in his ears, and suddenly, all the sounds in the tavern seemed to come from very far away.



In the Author's Den
Thank you so much, Boy Meets Boy Reviews, for helping me to celebrate the release of my Victorian holiday romance Yuletide Truce! Have you ever wondered what the workplace of an author might look like, especially the workplace of an author who writes historicals? Well, my study looks very much as you might expect: there are books everywhere. And I mean, EVERYwhere.
I like having my research books close by when I write, so I can quickly look up what kind of food a soldier in the Roman army would have grabbed for dinner from a foodstall 2000 years ago or what kind of furniture you might have found in a drawing room in 1817.
These days, most of my books are written on my old AlphaSmart, a sturdy, lightweight computer substitute that was developed for schools back in the 1990s. Because it's relatively small, it leaves plenty of space on my desk for…well…research books. And for a nice cup of tea!
Now, some books require special equipment and special care: When 150 pounds of Punch, the satirical Victorian magazine, moved in with me seven years ago, I got a book pillow, so I wouldn't damage the volumes by opening them too far and breaking the spine.
While I'm researching and writing, my writing buddies cheer me on: This little dude, the Roman duckie, offers excellent support when I write about grumpy Roman centurions.

But my absolute favorite place for writing? That's my little camper trailer Miss Hetty, whom I bought last year. Though she is already 17 years old, she is still in great shape, and she has found a new home at a camping site not far from where I live. This is where I wrote most of Yuletide Truce (covered in bug repellant to ward off the horseflies and wasps). Even on rainy days, the view is fantastic!

Author Bio:

Award-winning author Sandra Schwab started writing her first novel when she was seven years old. Thirty-odd years later, telling stories is still her greatest passion, even though by now, she has exchanged her pink fountain pen of old for a black computer keyboard. Since the release of her debut novel in 2005, she has enchanted readers worldwide with her unusual historical romances (some of which she now uses to shamelessly fangirl over Punch, her favorite Victorian magazine).

She holds a PhD in English literature, and in autumn 2015, she appeared on the BBC documentary Great Continental Railway Journeys to talk about another favorite topic of hers, the Grimms’ fairy tales (while walking through a rather muddy stretch of the Black Forest) (there were a lot of slugs, too).

She lives in Frankfurt am Main / Germany with a sketchbook, a sewing machine, and an ever-expanding library.

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Guest Review: Night Drop (A Pinx Video Mystery, #1) by Marshall Thornton

It’s 1992 and Los Angeles is burning. Noah Valentine, the owner of Pinx Video in Silver Lake, notices the fires have taken their toll on fellow shopkeeper Guy Peterson’s camera shop. After the riots end, he decides to stop by Guy’s to pick up his overdue videos, only to find Guy’s family dividing up his belongings. He died in the camera store fire—or did he? Noah and his charmingly meddlesome downstairs neighbors begin to suspect something else might have happened to Guy Peterson. Something truly sinister.

The first in a new series from Lambda Award-winner Marshall Thornton, Night Drop strikes a lighter tone than the Boystown Mysteries, while bringing Silver Lake of the early 1990s to life.



Guest Reviewer - Annika


Noah has been deeply hurt in the past and is now licking his wounds. Hiding away from everyone, including himself. Hiding in plain sight that is. He's not a loner, he has both friends and family, but he keeps his distance and never truly engages with anyone. There are a few sparks here and there where he tries to re-engage with the world, but it feels like he's forgotten how to. And he's not ready just yet. But there's possibility there, hope that someday he might move forward.

Night Drop was my first Thornton book. And in the beginning I didn't really like it. I couldn't put my finger as to why, but there were a few things that kept bugging me. The pacing of the book. The fact that Noah investigates Guy's murder, but having no clue what he's doing or why he is doing it. He really has no business investigating anything, let alone a murder. One that get's more and more dangerous the more he uncovers. This has never really bothered me before so I can't say why it did this time.

Then about halfway in, something changed. I really started to enjoy the book and was more invested in the characters and the outcome. This book was a bit raw and gritty, almost harsh in some ways, but at the same time it gave the illusion of being light. Never sweet mind you, but not a heavy read.

For me this book was a bit of a mindfuck at times. I don't often read books set in the early 90's, if I did I probably wouldn't question things that much. But now I was constantly finding myself thinking; where's the security? He shouldn't be able to just do that. And did we really have cordless phones then? So yeah, I'll admit to googling a few things here and there (don't tell anyone) ;)
And yes I did live through that time, but I can't say I was all that aware about the world around me - so be nice. ;)

Pretty early in this book I was thinking that this series might not be for me. That I'd read this book and then just leave it at that. Then the ending happened. And now I just want to find out more. And if you are thinking cliffhanger, then you are wrong. No cliffhanger in sight. Just life. And I want to know more about it. I hope the wait for the next installment isn't too long.



A free copy of this book was provided in exchange for an honest review


Giveaway + Blog Tour: The Love Song of Sawyer Bell by Avon Gale


Riptide Publishing is here today promoting The Love Song of Sawyer Bell, the first of a new series by Avon Gale. Be sure to enter to win a signed paperback copy of the book below. Good luck!


About The Love Song of Sawyer Bell


Victoria “Vix” Vincent has only two weeks to find a replacement fiddle player for her band’s summer tour. When classically trained violinist Sawyer Bell shows up for an audition, Vix is thrilled. Sawyer is talented, gorgeous, funny, and excited about playing indie rock instead of Beethoven. Their friendship soon blossoms into romance, even though Vix tries to remember that Sawyer’s presence is only temporary.

Sawyer’s parents think she’s spending the summer months touring Europe with a chamber ensemble. But Sawyer is in dire need of a break from the competitiveness of Juilliard, and desperately wants to rediscover her love of music. Going on tour with her secret high school crush is just an added bonus. Especially when Vix kisses her one night after a show, and they discover that the stage isn’t the only place they have chemistry.

But the tour won’t last forever, and as the summer winds down, Sawyer has to make a tough decision about her future—and what it means to follow her heart.



About Avon Gale

Avon grew up in the southern United States, and now lives with her very patient husband in a liberal Midwestern college town. When she’s not writing, she’s either doing some kind of craft project that makes a huge mess, reading, watching horror movies, listening to music or yelling at her favorite hockey team to get it together, already. Avon is always up for a road trip, adores Kentucky bourbon, thinks nothing is as stress relieving as a good rock concert, and will never say no to candy.

At one point, Avon was the mayor of both Jazzercise and Lollicup on Foursquare. This tells you basically all you need to know about her as a person.

Connect with Avon:
     Website: www.avongalewrites.com
     Facebook: www.facebook.com/avongalewrites
     Twitter: @avongalewrites
     Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/avongalewrites/
     Instagram: www.instagram.com/avongale/





To celebrate this release, one lucky winner will receive a signed paperback copy of The Love Song of Sawyer Bell! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on September 30, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info! 

Review: Whitecott Manor by Emma Jane

Alistair Ellis is the proud gardener for beautiful fifteenth-century Whitecott Manor, in England's West Country. His life changes forever following a gas explosion at the manor, in which his boss—and love of his life—dies. However, his boss hasn't exactly gone for good and Alistair still finds himself involved in conversations with the deceased.

Circumstances improve when he meets Noah, the handsome dog groomer for the manor's new owners. Although there are some issues: Noah is already engaged and Alistair suffers from cynophobia—an acute fear of dogs!








This story has a quirky British flavour that I love. with a manor house, a ghost and dogs, quite frankly, what's not to love? Ammiright?

This story really was a joy to read. Alistair, the gardener of Whitecott Manor is gutted when his boss - and lover - is killed in a gas explosion... until he realises that Emmett (and that name, my British friends of a certain age, has to be heard only in Hyacinth Bucket's voice!) is still hanging around, seen only by Alistair. Despite him being a ghost and only a secondary character I really liked Emmett and his mother-henning of Alistair. Especially when he refuses to go when Alistair bonks his nephew in a bid to matchmake Alistair with someone better (Noah). I have to admit a small part of me wanted this to end up being an Alistair/Emmett love story. The other part of me though was more than happy with  the Noah relationship because Noah is lovely. He loved dogs, 'nuff said. Goodhearted, he was far too good for his wanker of a boyfriend and I'm glad he met Alistair. 

Written with a wit that I appreciated, and a cast of characters to love and hate, this book was great and I'm really looking forward to more by this author!

And just for those Brits of a certain age...

A copy of this book was given in exchange for an honest review.


Review: Crocuta Crocuta (Bound Gods, #5) by Adrienne Wilder

For a god, what could be closer to heaven than living in a safe haven like Sanctuary, with an endless supply of ambrosia, delivered by the beautiful bodies of the Doxies in Alton’s harem?

But unlike the majority of the gods in Sanctuary who are less than human, Cerberus isn’t exotic or fantastical. His appearance, his…habits…have become the horror stories whispered on the lips of Doxies.

And while Cerberus might be immortal, his pride is not indestructible. Seeing the love of a Doxie for a monster like the Chimera, shatters it.

A chance encounter with an undocumented Doxie named Owen begins to transform Cerberus’s life. At least until Alton removes Owen from Cerberus’s care, banning the god from training the boy—to protect him from Cerberus’s animal nature.

In reality, Alton's motives are far more frightening. And the truth could kill Cerberus and Owen both.



My envelope may have burst.

You know how people say such and such isn't their kink? Well, beastiality isn't my kink. If it's shifters and there's a partial shift during the boom boom times I can deal, but Cerberus is half hyena, like, all the time.

But before I go there let me say that both Cerberus and Owen are sympathetic characters. Cerberus is a god but his appearance is the stuff of nightmares and both gods and doxies fear him, something he's not immune to. He goes to a brothel to slake his needs and encounters Owen being kicked out for being a heroin addict. Owen is one bad hit/one bad john away from being in a pine box six feet under. I felt for both of them and regardless of my reservations I'm happy they found each other.

It turns out unclaimed doxies have a tendency to become opioid addicts to numb the emptiness and they usually fall into sex work because of their basic makeup. One or the other typically kills them and Alton has been working on a means of eliminating this. The means by which he's attempting to rectify this situation gets very sciencey and my brain started flashing, RED ALERT, RED ALERT!!! Science talk happening! ABORT! Capacity to melt cerebral cortex eminent, STAND DOWN! Obviously this is a "me" problem. Kinda like it was "me" problem when I registered for astronomy in college thinking I'd get to look at the stars and whatnot. SPOILER ALERT: that ain't what astronomy is.

Anyhoozle, I won't spoil what the outcome of Alton's tinkering was, but let's just say he miscalculated.

There were things that were brought up from previous books that loosely tie into this world, but I think this could potentially be read as a standalone. Some things I assumed from prior books would not be possible for anyone other than Leo, things that would kill a lesser god, seem to happen here which gave me pause. However, I know for all intents and purposes, I'm not supposed to think too hard where this series is concerned. Because it's essentially bad wrong porn erotica.

So, let's talk about the sex. There are two ways to get a doxie to produce ambrosia-pain and fear. I am a card carrying member of #TeamPain but Cerberus is #TeamFear, so not a lot of kink happening between them other than one force play scene. I tried to buck up like a trooper and go with the raw, messy, animalistic boom boom scenes. But then there would be some mention along the lines of the sheath covering Cerberus' monster cock looking like a pelt and...


Or his teeth touching around Owen's cock.


Or his cock being at such a sharp angle because of the cartilage...


I kept going though! I kept building that bridge and trying to push it out of my mind, so I feel like that speaks to my level of devotion to this series. I did give handy points to Cerberus' ability to produce his own lube. #SuperHandy Thankfully the other doxies are super sweet and still as horned up as ever. They really are like puppies. How can you not love 'em?

So, even though I wasn't convinced of their emotional connection, I'm still invested in this series and VERY excited about getting to know some of the other gods and new characters that were introduced in Crocuta Crocuta.

Recommend to... bad wrong porn erotica fans?




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Guest Review: Tender with a Twist (Rainbow Cove #2) by Annabeth Albert

One kinky wood carver. One younger chef looking to try new things. A series of lessons that bring both men more than they bargained for…

Curtis Hunt has made a name for himself as a chainsaw wood carver, winning national competitions and operating a small business in Rainbow Cove, Oregon. As winter whittles away his tourist traffic, his goal is just to survive the season and try to not get lost in grief for his dead lover. It’s been two years, but he’s sure he’ll never be over the love of a lifetime. However, his body has a certain restlessness that he doesn’t quite know how to calm.

Logan Rosner knows a thing or two about restlessness. It’s what drove him to Rainbow Cove to be a chef at a bar and grill run by his friends. And it’s what drives him to a single sizzling encounter with the local legendary lumberjack. Both men get far more than they expected and learn that first impressions aren’t always accurate…

But when Logan proposes a series of sexy lessons, Curtis must decide how much he’s willing to risk. He knows he can’t afford to get attached to Logan’s good cooking, his easy smiles, or his caretaking, but he keeps going back for more, even as deeper emotions become involved. Soon, Curtis must decide whether to risk his heart again or risk losing Logan for good.

Tender with a Twist is a 75,000 word stand-alone gay romance with a May/December theme, featuring a second chance at love, opposites attract, loads of sexy times with mild BDSM elements, and one emotionally-charged, guaranteed happy ending with no cliffhangers.


Reviewer: Lost in a Book

"One kinky wood carver."

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That's all it took to decide I had to read it. I didn't stop and read the rest of the blurb, I went all MINE and never looked back. I probably should have since I had mixed feelings about the first book in the series but I had my sights set on a big, muscly, bearded, tattooed, growly, lumberjackesque, kinky as hell bottom. Hell to the yes.

Curtis was introduced in book one as being the broody friend of the police chief. He didn't have a lot of happy in his life and with the loss of his husband two years prior, he was just making it day to day. Curtis was a sub without a Dom. A pain slut looking for the relief that being dominated and pain brings. With luck finally shining down on him, he stumbles upon a Dom that may be just what the doctor ordered.

Logan; chef at Rainbow Tavern and aspiring Dom. At a leather night hosted by the tavern, Logan gets in an altercation with a big beefy drunk Dom. With his aikido training, Logan makes it clear that he isn't weak nor a sub. He is a Dom. *Yessir* Curtis just happens to be within hearing distance and has an extra skip in his step... all the way to kinky-sub-space-land at Logan's house that night.

”This was the place I craved. No more thinking, just existing from electric touch to electric touch, the pain both grounding me and setting me free to soar.”

What was supposed to be a one time thing led to Curtis agreeing to provide lessons for the very inexperienced baby Dom, Logan.

Now, here is where I have mixed feelings on the book. If I would have just kept reading the blurb, I would have known Logan was an inexperienced Dom. Alas, I'm a slacker and got distracted. It was very Kink/Dom 101 for the first half. This is to be expected considering the blurb but was also a reason why it dragged for me. I'm used to diving right into my kink books already in the submissive position ready to say "Yes, Sir" because the Doms are experienced. This is more my preference than the books fault. I enjoyed it more as the scenes became less teachy.

For much of the first half, Logan and Curtis' interactions and scenes were hot but sterile. They had many scenes without any emotion and zero kissing.

“You’re so all fired to get me trussed up. How about you tie me to the bed and fuck me until I can’t think?”

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Like I said, hot. But, it was strictly about fulfilling a physical need. The shift in their relationship happened slowly and each scene became more intimate than the last. It became about more than getting off and somehow a friendship and then feelings snuck through the walls Curtis had built. I had a hard time connecting with them for a bit but was fully on board with their transformation by the end. They were perfect for each other. It was enjoyable to see that their bedroom dynamics didn't hinder the other parts of their lives but enhanced them. I liked that they weren't locked into their roles as D/s in the bedroom and would sometimes switch and allow themselves to be vulnerable. These tender moments had me rooting for them whether it was a flogging with fucking or forehead kisses and blow job. I believed them.

“Things were changing between us, encounter by encounter, moment by moment, and while it scared me, I also reveled in it.”

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One of the things that had me scratching my head and wanting to take a hammer to my kindle was the way everyone treated Logan. It was WAY OTT on the lack of confidence they had in Logan and his ability to adult. His friends and family were all guilty of this Logan-is-a-shrinking-violet-and-can't-take-a-piss-without-a-helping-hand mentality. The comments and behaviors lacked justification. His parents made me ragey AF and apparently never cut the umbilical cord. Another plot point was Curtis' hang up with the age difference. The age difference was STILL brought up in the "7 months later" chapter. *smdh*

Anyway, it was a well earned HEA with a sugary sweet ending where everything was wrapped up neatly in a pretty bow. If you're new to kink and are interested in D/s, pain, etc., this would be a good starter for you. I enjoyed Tender with a Twist more than the first book in the series and I'm glad I didn't skip it. Thank goodness for kinky wood carvers. Recommended.