His future was set until a thief stole his heart.
All of Clyde’s Corner, Montana, knows local dandy Chris Ramsey will marry Trix Stubben, young widow and heir to the richest ranch in the area. But one woman isn’t too keen on the idea. Mabe Crassen wants to get her hands on that ranch, so she sets her older son to court Trix, and her younger son, Jeremy, to distract Chris and lure him astray.
Jeremy Crassen thinks his mother’s scheme is crazy. But he wants desperately to go off to college, which Mabe will agree to—if he seduces Chris. How will shy, virginal, secretly gay Jeremy attract Chris, who seems determined to do the right thing and marry Trix? Jeremy can’t compete with a rich female widow. Or can he?
Narrator: Rusty Topsfield
Length: 7 hrs 35 mins
I think it's official.
I'm in lurve with the Dreamspun Desires line.
So much so that even the shaky narration of my cherry popper narrator, one Mr. Rusty Topsfield, couldn't deter the great story. [Thankfully, I had a personal copy to read along]
If Harlequin/ Boon & Mills like tropes ain't your deal, just walk away from this line.
This was a homage done right.
I loved just about everything. The premise, pace, plot and especially the characters. Eli Easton's New Adult just keeps hitting the win columns on my list.
Twenty year old shy, redhead virgin Jeremy Crassen is from the wrong side of the tracks. With a good looking but lazy older brother, a father who died while incarcerated and a scheming mother who the town painted as a slut, life has been constantly giving Jeremy lemons at his trailer park. Jeremy's mother cooks a plot for both of her sons to break up Trix Stubben and Chris Ramsey, children of the wealthier families in Clyde's Corner, Montana. Eric, the sort of dimwitted older brother needs to seduce and marry Trix and Jeremy needs to seduce Chris.
Jeremy is not out and though the town has an open gay couple, he doesn't plan to start gallivanting across town with any man. Nor does he think any man would want him. Only that the older Chris is straight...or so Jeremy thinks. Jeremy sort of goes along to steal Trix's suitor but the plan backfires...due to shared feelings.
The story is more from an ensemble cast POV, the Crassens being main players just as much as Chris is.
I meant to listen to the audiobook in piecemeal, stretch out the read/listen for a few days. But two things happened.
1) I'm too used to Rusty Topsfield's style of narration after 2 books. Meaning his characters sounds just about the same with his limited vocal range. There were about 10 or more people he had to voice and they sounded about like the same 3 or 4.
After the first chapter, I had to add my ebook to my reader or I'd have gotten lost. It's not a good look when I had to read or laugh at the melding voices.
2) I devoured the story in less than 24 hours. Even with the shoddy narration. Because Easton fleshed out her characters, made the plot interesting and reeled me in by dangling tidbits of feelz here and there.
It's clear to say after our first time, me and Rusty will have to take a lengthy TO.
(Unless he narrates another book I really need to listen to, then I'll have to reevaluate my need)
There were a few typos that Rusty didn't read over (Kudos for him) But sometimes his inflections and pauses he added, didn't fit the scene of the story. I don't think he's the worst narrator ever but I've listened to better. The narration is in the 2 Hearts range.
The story? I'm not adding the narration rating in my average of the story. It was that entertaining.
Jeremy, who kept his hair long and tried to have no one notice him due to a crap child hood and living with the bigger personalities in the Crassen household was a scene stealer from get. Easton showed his growth without changing who his character was drastically. He was an intelligent young man and aspiring writer that lives in a small town with limited resources and no encouragement from his closet supports to grow. Chris's attention? It was alike a spotlight on watched a neglected flower finally shine after a little TLC.
Chris? He was bisexual and honest with his feelings. Was he dating Trix while falling for Jeremy? Technically, yes. But their dates were platonic and both tried to force feelings that weren't there. Probably due to grief, Trix's dead husband was Chris' best friend.
Eric Crassen? He started as a lovable jerkwad and ended up being my second favorite Crassen. He never thought he should amount to anything because lazy. He saw his potential when he started working for it. And we get to see his romance! That's right there's a secondary MF plot happening concurrent to Jeremy and Chris's budding romance. (I read MF romance too)
Definitely warranted and added to the overall plot.
And Mabe, the schemer and hussy of Clyde's Corner? She has a secret that knocked everyone's socks off. But she's a good person at the heart of it. I was hoping for a little more showtime on her romance or possible rekindling.
There is a little mystery tied in. And even a little "OMG, you almost died!" action.
(My only quibble is Trix. I loved her and then disliked her as her and Eric's story line got more intense. Plus, during the action section, something about her reactions rubbed me the wrong way. When it was her problem, she was all guns ablazing. But when it was someone else's, her actions seemed a little cold.
The story has a slightly dramatic ending and a sweet HEA.I couldn't stop rooting for all of the characters from start to finish. It was a little sweet, a lot of enchanting writing and solid story all around. Sweet, sexy with a realistic build to the romance. Ah, Eli Easton done right.
Definitely my favorite so far from the Dreamspun line.
P.S. What's up with Henry Atkins? The town degenerate seems to have a story itching to be told. What's up with the change?
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Audiobook Review: The Stolen Suitor by Eli Easton
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Review: Lime Gelatin and Other Monsters (Offbeat Crimes #1) by Angel Martinez
Kyle Monroe, his irritating new partner and their fellow freaks at
the 77th Precinct must learn to work together to stop a vicious
murderer that might not even be human.
Kyle Monroe’s encounter with a strange, gelatinous creature in an alley leaves him scarred and forever changed, revealing odd abilities he wishes he didn’t have and earning him reassignment to a precinct where all the cops have defective paranormal abilities.
Just as he’s starting to adjust to his fellow misfit squad mates, Kyle’s new partner arrives. Tall, physically perfect, reserved and claiming he has no broken psychic talents, Vikash Soren irritates Kyle in every way. But as much as he’d like to hate Vikash, Kyle finds himself oddly drawn to him, their non-abilities meshing in unexpected ways. If they can learn to work together, they might be able to stop the mysterious killer who has been leaving mutilated bodies along the banks of the Schuylkill.
Kyle Monroe’s encounter with a strange, gelatinous creature in an alley leaves him scarred and forever changed, revealing odd abilities he wishes he didn’t have and earning him reassignment to a precinct where all the cops have defective paranormal abilities.
Just as he’s starting to adjust to his fellow misfit squad mates, Kyle’s new partner arrives. Tall, physically perfect, reserved and claiming he has no broken psychic talents, Vikash Soren irritates Kyle in every way. But as much as he’d like to hate Vikash, Kyle finds himself oddly drawn to him, their non-abilities meshing in unexpected ways. If they can learn to work together, they might be able to stop the mysterious killer who has been leaving mutilated bodies along the banks of the Schuylkill.
This was all kinds of fun. Full of wacky, offbeat characters, snark, and paranormal shenanigans.
Kyle Monroe is a detective in the 77th precinct. They specialize in crimes of the non-human variety. They are staffed with an odd bunch of detectives who have some odd talents. There's a vampire who can only drink "skim" blood, a teleporter who can only teleport fruits, and a lizard man who can't talk, just to name a few. Kyle is able to absorb the abilities of others, but isn't able to control this ability. So they are quite the bunch and make for some entertaining scenes, to say the least.
Kyle is partnered with the newest detective, Vikash. He's tall, handsome, and claims he doesn't have any paranormal abilities. During the course of their first investigation Kyle is thoroughly annoyed with Vikash. They don't get along too well, which leads to some fun and snarky banter.
Their romance happened rather quickly, but that's kind of to be expected in a novella. It worked for me though. Kyle was hesitantly attracted to Vikash, not knowing were he stood on the sexuality scale and all. But when he found out that Vikash was attracted to him as well... they had some hotness happening.
The ending was a little rushed and some loose ends were left unexplained. Don't get me wrong, it was just as wacky and crazy as the rest of the book. Where Angel Martinez comes up with this stuff, I'll never know. But a little more explanation would have been nice.
Like I said, Lime Gelatin and Other Monsters was just plain fun. There were some laugh out loud moments, mixed with a bit of mystery, and a sweet romance.
A copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
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Blog Tour + Author Visit: Lime Gelatin and Other Monsters (Offbeat Crimes #1) by Angel Martinez
Angel Martinez is visiting the clubhouse for a chat about being an author and to share an excerpt from her re-release, Lime Gelatin and Other Monsters. We also reviewed it here!
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Author: Angel Martinez
Cover Artist: Emmy Ellis
Length: 30,000 words
Format: ebook
Release Date: pre-order 7/5/16, Pride store release 7/19/16, General release 8/16/16
Pairing: M/M
Price: $4.50
Blurb
Kyle Monroe’s encounter with a strange gelatinous creature in an alley leaves him scarred and forever changed, revealing odd abilities he wishes he didn’t have and earning him reassignment to a precinct where all the cops have defective paranormal abilities.
Just as he’s starting to adjust to his fellow misfit squad mates, Kyle’s new partner arrives. Tall, physically perfect, reserved, and claiming he has no broken psychic talents, Vikash Soren irritates Kyle in every way. But as much as he’d like to hate Vikash, Kyle finds himself oddly drawn to him, their non-abilities meshing in unexpected ways. If they can learn to work together, they might be able to stop the mysterious killer who has been leaving mutilated bodies along the banks of the Schuylkill.
Series Info
Offbeat Crimes:
Every region has them, but no police department talks about them—the weird crimes, the encounters with creatures out of nightmares. The 77th Precincts exist in certain cities to handle paranormal crime and containment, usually staffed with experienced officers exhibiting psychic abilities.
In Philadelphia, through an odd mix of budget issues and circumstance, the 77th is manned entirely by officers with bizarre or severely limited psychic talents. The firestarter who can’t get a spark when it’s humid. The vampire who can’t drink whole blood. These are the stories of the misfits, the outcasts from even the strangeness of the paranormal community. Call them freaks, but they’re police officers first, serving and protecting, even if their methods aren’t always normal procedure.
Excerpt
Kyle sat up straighter, shifting to see between the heads in front of him. Soren looked like a poster boy for the model police officer, tall and straight, uniform crisp and sharp. He stood at parade rest beside the lieutenant impassively surveying his new colleagues. A little knot of resentment lodged in Kyle’s stomach. At his own introduction to the Seventy-seventh, he’d been nervous and fidgety, freaked out by the collection of…freaks. How can he be so calm?
“Officer Soren transferred from the Harrisburg PD—”
“Don’t they have enough freaky shit of their own up there?” Wolf called out in his rasping growl.
“—since Harrisburg is in our jurisdiction,” she continued with a quelling glance. “He’ll start out partnered with Monroe.”
“What does he do, ma’am? That it’s safe to put him with Kirby, er, Kyle?” Shira Lourdes asked as she flicked nervous glances across the room at Kyle. An empty chair slid away from her and fell over. Her partner, Greg Santos, shook his head and righted the unfortunate piece of furniture.
“Officer Soren’s abilities are his business, which he may or may not choose to share if you ask. And don’t bully him about it either, any of you.” Lieutenant Dunfee swept the room again, pinning each of her officers with her needle-laser gaze like captive butterflies. “Monroe, my office after briefing. Info on your current case.”
She dismissed them, stalking from the room with thunderclouds in her eyes. Kyle found himself approaching the new guy and trying his best not to be awkward. Did he offer to shake hands? Was it safe? Would the guy flinch like so many people did at the sight of Kyle’s scarred hands? Soren was even taller up close, six-foot-three of lean inscrutability, his blue eyes startlingly bright against smoky bronze skin.
“Um, hi, I’m Kyle Monroe.” Kyle fidgeted when Soren didn’t offer his hand either. “You’re with me, I guess. I’ll show you our spot in the squad room.”
Soren followed him silently and Kyle was starting to wonder if he was like Krisk in the not-speaking department until he finally spoke in a smooth, soft baritone, making Kyle startle and miss a step. “Why do they call you Kirby?”
“You’d hear it sooner or later, I guess.” Kyle shrugged. “It’s this thing I do, absorbing other people’s talents temporarily. If they’re close to me. Or touch me. Like Kirby, the little pink dude in the video game.”
“Ah.”
Just that? Soren didn’t edge away, or change expression at all. Was he made of stone? “It’s a thing. Everyone here has a thing.”
After a few more steps, Soren asked, “Always?”
“What…oh, was I always like this? Who knows? I mean, maybe I’ve picked up stray thoughts or something, but no. It’s pretty recent. Knowing that I do this.”
Kyle took a wide arc around Vance as he entered the squad room, pointing to the double desk in the far corner, well removed from everyone else. “That’s ours. Coffee’s over there, but you might not want that coffee. Let me grab my file and we’ll go see the lieutenant.”
“So what’s your story, Soren?” Vance called across the squad room. “What flies your freak flag?”
“Yeah, what do you do?” Jeff Gatling stopped ’porting his banana from one corner of his desk to the other.
“I don’t really do anything,” Soren answered as he hefted the empty coffee pot. “Guess I’ll make fresh since I’m the new guy.”
He opened the top to remove the filter and every human voice in the squad room yelled out, “No!”
Most people would have startled, maybe dropped the carafe. Soren just blinked at the roomful of people gesturing wildly. He took the filter out and emptied it over the trashcan. “Why not?”
“You don’t want to do that.” Kyle stayed by his desk, a nice safe distance from the coffee station. “That’s Larry’s job.”
“Larry’s not keeping up then.”
The container of sweetener packets began to rattle. It shivered across the counter and leaped to a messy end, ceramic shards skittering across the floor. The desk that Krisk and Wolf shared rose from the floor several inches and slammed back down. Wolf fled with a squeaking yelp just before the desk flipped on its side.
Soren glanced toward Kyle. “Larry’s not a cop, is he?”
“He is…he was! A dead cop. Larry’s a ghost. He gets ticked if anyone else makes the coffee. Put the stuff back, please!”
“Larry?” Soren raised his voice but to all appearances remained completely unruffled. “I’m new here. I’m very sorry I invaded your jurisdiction. See? I’m putting the carafe back. Closing the top. Are we good, Larry?”
A breeze ruffled through a stack of papers, but no further mayhem ensued. The carafe slid from its pad on the coffeemaker and floated to the water cooler where Larry, who never manifested in a visible form, whistled tunelessly while he filled the carafe.
From his dim corner of the room, Carrington said in his dry, genteel way, “Welcome to the Island of Misfit Freaks.”
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The Five Worst Things About Being an Author
- The question "What do you write?"
OK, I know you're not really asking because you're interested, person at party, hair stylist, or family member who doesn't live with me. You're asking so you can either follow that up with "Anything I've heard of?" or to tell me you've never seen my work in a bookstore. Alternatively, you could just be waiting to pounce and tell me all about the novel you've been thinking about writing for the past ten years but never got around to. I'm sure it will be great and a best seller once you write it. I say that with all sincerity. Really. Stop looking at me like that.
- The brain demons
Brain demons live in every writer's head. They are some strange defense mechanism put there by our primitive hindbrain because it becomes concerned that we're spending too much time making words and not enough time doing things to sustain life. Like eating. The brain demons will convince you that you must, absolutely must, do other things besides writing. That snack is suddenly terribly urgent, as is the unfolded laundry, and the stain on the counter that you haven't been able to get out for the last six years.
- Exterior distractions
These are the distant relations to brain demons, the kind that came to stay for a couple of days to sleep on your brain's couch until they could get back on their feet but they never even try to get a job and just slouch there on the brain couch all day eating chips. They can range from the neighbors' lawn machines, one of the greatest contributors to writer hair loss, to the writer's own spawn who have a knack for knowing just when a sentence is coming together. The perfect timing of an ear-piercing shriek for parental assistance is an art form that few appreciate fully.
- Plot Bunnies
When you're first starting out, plot bunnies are a welcome addition to the family. The new author is relieved that they've arrived and everyone thinks they're so cute! While the relationship between plot bunny and fiction writer is a vital symbiosis, there is no birth control for these vermin. Once you start rolling with stories, they will continue to multiply until they occupy most of the floor space. If a writer neglects to institute some sort of tagging program to identify the ones that will actually help writing the next story, the writer risks being drowned in partial manuscripts and three-sentence startups that go nowhere. Plus, the fur gets everywhere.
- The Internet
If used properly, the internet can be heaven sent for a writer. No more needing to run to a hundred different sources to find out how tall a traffic light is and how high it's usually suspended above the street for when it falls on a character. It's all there at the writer's fingertips. However, the internet is not what it seems. It is not a shining beacon of shared knowledge and connectivity. No. It is an evil denizen of hell, sent to drag the writer through sneak-attack time warps. The writer goes down that rabbit hole for information and seven Huffpost articles, three Facebook postings, several sites on DeviantArt and twelve YouTube videos of cats and songs the writer hasn't heard in years later? The entire afternoon is gone. *fwip* Just like that. The internet's evil has swept it away. Garlic worn around the neck, chanting to certain dragon gods and possibly a small blood sacrifice will prevent this, but no one will confirm or deny it.
So why would anyone subject themselves to such a life? Because we can't help it, crazy sods that we are, and because we know there are readers on the other end who might actually read this stuff. And for that, we would walk over glass.
Author Bio
The unlikely black sheep of an ivory tower intellectual family, Angel Martinez has managed to make her way through life reasonably unscathed. Despite a wildly misspent youth, she snagged a degree in English Lit, married once and did it right the first time, gave birth to one amazing son, and realized at some point that she could get paid for writing.
Published since 2006, Angel's cynical heart cloaks a desperate romantic. You'll find drama and humor given equal weight in her writing and don't expect sad endings. Life is sad enough.
She currently lives in Delaware in a drinking town with a college problem and writes Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around gay heroes.
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Audiobook Review: How to be a Normal Person by T.J. Klune
Gustavo Tiberius is not normal. He knows this. Everyone in his small town of Abby, Oregon, knows this. He reads encyclopedias every night before bed. He has a pet ferret called Harry S. Truman. He owns a video rental store that no one goes to. His closest friends are a lady named Lottie with drag queen hair and a trio of elderly Vespa riders known as the We Three Queens.
Gus is not normal. And he's fine with that. All he wants is to be left alone.
Until Casey, an asexual stoner hipster and the newest employee at Lottie's Lattes, enters his life. For some reason, Casey thinks Gus is the greatest thing ever. And maybe Gus is starting to think the same thing about Casey, even if Casey is obsessive about Instagramming his food.
But Gus isn't normal and Casey deserves someone who can be. Suddenly wanting to be that someone, Gus steps out of his comfort zone and plans to become the most normal person ever.
After all, what could possibly go wrong?
Narrator: Derrick McClain
Length: 11 hrs, 7 mins
I've said it before and I'll say it again, not being able to add quotes from an audiobook sucks. This book was full of amazing one liners and tons of quality banter! Not to mention characters that will stick with you long after you’ve finished listening.
Because this is an audiobook review I’m not going to delve too much into the storyline. I mainly want to talk about the incredible narration of Derrick McClain. At first I wasn’t to sure of the story. It's definitely not what you’d call fast paced, and the first chapter or so is just an introduction to Gus and his routine. Due to the more sedate nature of the introduction I wasn’t to sure of McClain to begin with. He definitely wasn’t bad, but he didn’t grab my attention either. However, by the end of the book I knew I wouldn’t ever be able to read this book because any voice in my head wouldn’t come close to emulating the true voices of Gus and Casey, which was of course McClain doing.
I think sometimes that's where really amazing narration can be set apart of good narration, that quality that draws you into the story and makes these characters real in a way that can’t happen in your imagination. You can hear these men falling in love. They're right there telling you how they feel. It really is incredible. McClain made this story excellent for me, I would've enjoyed it if I'd read it, but not to the extent I did listening to it.
Needless to say, I LOVED his voices for Gus and Casey, they were completely different but complimented each other perfectly, much like the characters.
These characters are definitely what made this book! Gus is so quirky in that deadpan way. I have a soft spot for grumpy characters and Grumpy Gus was definitely my favourite so far. Then there's Casey, sweet stoner Casey. He was just lovely! But these two together were even lovelier!!
I think the downside to this book was it's a bit too long considering nothing happens. I also don't think I found this book as laugh out loud funny as a lot of other people. I was certainly still smiling throughout the whole book and will never hear phrases like ‘what the hell?’ or ‘Oh my God!’ again without hearing Gus.
This book is definitely on the slower side and it was nice to listen to on and off over the course of a week, but I’d definitely recommend it! McClain gets 5 hearts for making me fall so in love with Gus and Casey.
A copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
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Gus is not normal. And he's fine with that. All he wants is to be left alone.
Until Casey, an asexual stoner hipster and the newest employee at Lottie's Lattes, enters his life. For some reason, Casey thinks Gus is the greatest thing ever. And maybe Gus is starting to think the same thing about Casey, even if Casey is obsessive about Instagramming his food.
But Gus isn't normal and Casey deserves someone who can be. Suddenly wanting to be that someone, Gus steps out of his comfort zone and plans to become the most normal person ever.
After all, what could possibly go wrong?
Narrator: Derrick McClain
Length: 11 hrs, 7 mins
I've said it before and I'll say it again, not being able to add quotes from an audiobook sucks. This book was full of amazing one liners and tons of quality banter! Not to mention characters that will stick with you long after you’ve finished listening.
Because this is an audiobook review I’m not going to delve too much into the storyline. I mainly want to talk about the incredible narration of Derrick McClain. At first I wasn’t to sure of the story. It's definitely not what you’d call fast paced, and the first chapter or so is just an introduction to Gus and his routine. Due to the more sedate nature of the introduction I wasn’t to sure of McClain to begin with. He definitely wasn’t bad, but he didn’t grab my attention either. However, by the end of the book I knew I wouldn’t ever be able to read this book because any voice in my head wouldn’t come close to emulating the true voices of Gus and Casey, which was of course McClain doing.
I think sometimes that's where really amazing narration can be set apart of good narration, that quality that draws you into the story and makes these characters real in a way that can’t happen in your imagination. You can hear these men falling in love. They're right there telling you how they feel. It really is incredible. McClain made this story excellent for me, I would've enjoyed it if I'd read it, but not to the extent I did listening to it.
Needless to say, I LOVED his voices for Gus and Casey, they were completely different but complimented each other perfectly, much like the characters.
These characters are definitely what made this book! Gus is so quirky in that deadpan way. I have a soft spot for grumpy characters and Grumpy Gus was definitely my favourite so far. Then there's Casey, sweet stoner Casey. He was just lovely! But these two together were even lovelier!!
I think the downside to this book was it's a bit too long considering nothing happens. I also don't think I found this book as laugh out loud funny as a lot of other people. I was certainly still smiling throughout the whole book and will never hear phrases like ‘what the hell?’ or ‘Oh my God!’ again without hearing Gus.
This book is definitely on the slower side and it was nice to listen to on and off over the course of a week, but I’d definitely recommend it! McClain gets 5 hearts for making me fall so in love with Gus and Casey.
A copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
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Review: Normal Enough (Wrench Wars #2) by Marie Sexton
What is “normal”?
When Brandon Kenner shows up at Kasey Ralston’s garage with a 1970 Chevelle SS 454, Kasey is smitten by both the man and his car. But Kasey is hiding an embarrassing secret: his love for old muscles goes beyond what most would consider normal. His unusual fetish has kept Kasey isolated—estranged from his family and even distant from his coworkers.
But when Brandon figures out the hot mechanic’s secret, he’s not repulsed. In fact, he finds Kasey intriguing, and he’s determined to have him for himself.
Everything about Brandon revs Kasey’s engine, and he’s more than willing to get down and dirty with the charming man. What worries Kasey is what will happen after. Is there any chance of a future for them? In the past, expecting anything long-term has only led to heartbreak. But Kasey can’t help hoping that, despite Kasey’s fetish, Brandon will be the exception.
First Edition published by Amber Quill Press, 2013.
Second Edition published by Amber Allure, 2014.
There is little to no connection with the first book in the series. It’s not only that the author is a different one but that there is just a mention or two of the Wrench Wars TV program. That’s all about it. So if you expect the characters from the previous story to appear, you’ll be disappointed.
Once you come to terms with that, there is no reason not to enjoy this story. It’s entertaining, there are lots of hot scenes considering the few pages, and the MCs are endearing enough. I admit I thought this book would be a forgettable story, but then there was this little fact that made it stand out from the rest: certain muscle cars turn Kasey on. And Brandon has a “fetish of fetishes”.
I think that’s the strong asset of this book. Characters that are in close of the limits of the “normal” range who find in each other the acceptance they fear they can’t find anywhere else, at least in Kasey’s case. Brandon is more confident in what he wants and, unabashedly, he seeks it.
Not very extreme at all. There is no “car sexualization” but it was odd enough to awake and maintain my curiosity for the short while the novel lasted.
Maybe sometimes it’s forced. When Brandon numbers all the boyfriends he has had in his life (he’s not that old, and apparently, he has a busy job and lots of money, but he certainly found the time to meet interesting people out there), each one of them with a certain fetish, I had to suspend disbelief.
Also, I didn’t welcome the prospect of imagining Brandon getting tired of Kasey after a short while, which is the same thing that comes up to Kasey’s mind at this stage of their relationship. Then of course comes the resolution of things and Brandon soothing Kasey’s fears. I wasn’t convinced enough of his explanation and assurance that he plans to be with Kasey for a very long time. The reason is that the book is very short for that and the author didn’t manage to give a deep feeling to the situation, so I couldn’t feel this statement to be really true, or truly real. It needed more time in the oven to make this a properly cooked meal.
The family issue was a little lost on me. It was well done but I don’t exactly know what purpose it serves for the main story. It felt like a parallel storyline rather than a complement of the romantic one.
What I really loved here: the sex scene via Skype in the car. And the full-contact sex scene in the car (a different one).
The story finishes at 84%.
A copy was provided in exchange for an honest opinion.
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When Brandon Kenner shows up at Kasey Ralston’s garage with a 1970 Chevelle SS 454, Kasey is smitten by both the man and his car. But Kasey is hiding an embarrassing secret: his love for old muscles goes beyond what most would consider normal. His unusual fetish has kept Kasey isolated—estranged from his family and even distant from his coworkers.
But when Brandon figures out the hot mechanic’s secret, he’s not repulsed. In fact, he finds Kasey intriguing, and he’s determined to have him for himself.
Everything about Brandon revs Kasey’s engine, and he’s more than willing to get down and dirty with the charming man. What worries Kasey is what will happen after. Is there any chance of a future for them? In the past, expecting anything long-term has only led to heartbreak. But Kasey can’t help hoping that, despite Kasey’s fetish, Brandon will be the exception.
First Edition published by Amber Quill Press, 2013.
Second Edition published by Amber Allure, 2014.
“So in other words, I may be a freak, but you like it?”
“Let’s just say, I think you’re abnormal in the best possible way.”
There is little to no connection with the first book in the series. It’s not only that the author is a different one but that there is just a mention or two of the Wrench Wars TV program. That’s all about it. So if you expect the characters from the previous story to appear, you’ll be disappointed.
Once you come to terms with that, there is no reason not to enjoy this story. It’s entertaining, there are lots of hot scenes considering the few pages, and the MCs are endearing enough. I admit I thought this book would be a forgettable story, but then there was this little fact that made it stand out from the rest: certain muscle cars turn Kasey on. And Brandon has a “fetish of fetishes”.
I think that’s the strong asset of this book. Characters that are in close of the limits of the “normal” range who find in each other the acceptance they fear they can’t find anywhere else, at least in Kasey’s case. Brandon is more confident in what he wants and, unabashedly, he seeks it.
Not very extreme at all. There is no “car sexualization” but it was odd enough to awake and maintain my curiosity for the short while the novel lasted.
Maybe sometimes it’s forced. When Brandon numbers all the boyfriends he has had in his life (he’s not that old, and apparently, he has a busy job and lots of money, but he certainly found the time to meet interesting people out there), each one of them with a certain fetish, I had to suspend disbelief.
Also, I didn’t welcome the prospect of imagining Brandon getting tired of Kasey after a short while, which is the same thing that comes up to Kasey’s mind at this stage of their relationship. Then of course comes the resolution of things and Brandon soothing Kasey’s fears. I wasn’t convinced enough of his explanation and assurance that he plans to be with Kasey for a very long time. The reason is that the book is very short for that and the author didn’t manage to give a deep feeling to the situation, so I couldn’t feel this statement to be really true, or truly real. It needed more time in the oven to make this a properly cooked meal.
The family issue was a little lost on me. It was well done but I don’t exactly know what purpose it serves for the main story. It felt like a parallel storyline rather than a complement of the romantic one.
What I really loved here: the sex scene via Skype in the car. And the full-contact sex scene in the car (a different one).
The story finishes at 84%.
A copy was provided in exchange for an honest opinion.
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Review: Timing by Ashley John
When it comes to love, is timing everything?
Tom doesn’t have time for a relationship – not now that his fingers are practically touching the promotion he’s spent years chasing. His weekdays are consumed by desperately fighting for his editor’s attention and his weekends are wasted alone with meals for one and his cat for company.
All Cole has ever wanted is to work on the farm he was raised on, but money is tighter than ever and he is forced to get a job in a bar to keep a roof over him and his auntie’s heads. Time is running out for the farm but he spends his days dreaming about a future he thinks he’ll never have.
After an unexpected collision at the village train station, their lives suddenly become connected when Cole clumsily spills his coffee on Tom and it sets into motion something greater. Tom is wary of listening to his heart and Cole is distracted by the threat of losing everything. Each possesses something the other desperately needs, but can they ignore bad timing to listen to their hearts?
Tom doesn’t have time for a relationship – not now that his fingers are practically touching the promotion he’s spent years chasing. His weekdays are consumed by desperately fighting for his editor’s attention and his weekends are wasted alone with meals for one and his cat for company.
All Cole has ever wanted is to work on the farm he was raised on, but money is tighter than ever and he is forced to get a job in a bar to keep a roof over him and his auntie’s heads. Time is running out for the farm but he spends his days dreaming about a future he thinks he’ll never have.
After an unexpected collision at the village train station, their lives suddenly become connected when Cole clumsily spills his coffee on Tom and it sets into motion something greater. Tom is wary of listening to his heart and Cole is distracted by the threat of losing everything. Each possesses something the other desperately needs, but can they ignore bad timing to listen to their hearts?
Before I even start this review, can we take a moment to admire the cover. Isn't it gorgeous?? That smile...
This story made me grin. It was a warm hug of a book that I really enjoyed reading. I must admit, I do have a real soft spot for rural stories. The vibe is, necessarily, different to urban tales and they often become my comfort reads. They feel familiar and comforting, and the trials and tribulations of the characters just resonate with me for some reason. Timing straddles the divide and has both an urban and rural setting, I really liked this.
Ashley John puts a lot into his characters and each individual is just that - individual. Without being wacky or out there he manages to not just create and recreate the same personas time and again. This is appreciated as I like discovering the new characters each book; I don't skim because I've met that person before.
That being said, Ashley John does have his own writing style. Of course, all authors do! I kind of know, not the storyline, but the way the story will go - and again, for a comfort read, a Sunday read, this works really well for me. Timing was no exception. It has all the elements I expected to make up an Ashley John story, but was still unique enough to interesting and enjoyable.
I mean, the romance was just yummy. How often does Timing come into play with relationships? Chance encounters and bad timing written into a love story that was sweet and lovely. Any Ashley John fan will enjoy this book, I'm sure. Those looking for a comfort read would do worse than to check this author out, too.
A copy of this book was given for an honest review.
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Review: The Places We Say Goodbye by Jordan Taylor
Flep has a great job as a New York City production designer, a blossoming relationship with Torin, and the potential joy of becoming a stepparent to Torin’s two young daughters. Nothing could be better—yet his life is crumbling from the inside out.
Ever since moving in with Torin, Flep has dreamed of muddy trenches, bullet-riddled bodies, and endless horrors which only grow worse and spill into his day-to-day life. Traumatized and sleepless, he slogs on: a soldier afflicted with post-traumatic stress. Only, Flep has never been a soldier, let alone been to war.¬
Fighting for his sanity, Flep turns to unlikely sources for help—even phantoms from another era. It could take a family from 1916 to illuminate his waking nightmares, but the truth may come at the price of losing his new family along the way.
This was a difficult read for me. I struggled to get through it. I considered not finishing it, but I was determined to understand where the author was taking me.
I am still not sure. People who enjoy this sort of reincarnation, past-life, fiction may enjoy this story, but it did not work for me. It was very dry. There seemed to be a lot of unnecessary scenes that could have been tightened up, and I just did not understand the relationship between the two main characters.
I most enjoyed the interactions between the kids and Flep as he tried to become part of this blended family. I felt that this was the strongest relationship building out of the entire story, and that made me sad. I actually found zero redeeming qualities in Torin. Married to his work, unwilling to support anyone, and somehow made the children’s need for a more stable household, an attack on him. I found his self-centred nature offputting, and I sort of wanted Flep to find someone else.
The flashbacks were long and tedious. There was nothing interesting about them. Add to the fact that Flep has no idea what is happening, and tends to walk around like a zombie, and this story was slow, exhausting, and depressing. I wouldn’t have been surprised if Flep went crazy, tried to kill himself, or stepped in front of a bus. I felt that would have been a small mercy for him, and would have willingly accept that as the ending.
Character development was poor, and I didn’t get a good idea of who Flep really was. Beyond the bizarre past life stuff, his personality was absent. I wanted to like him, but I didn’t know him. He was boring, his reactions were boring, and the only time I saw a glimpse of him was when he was interacting with the children.
I should have left this as a DNF, to be perfectly honest. While the ending gave a resolution, it wasn’t enough for me to feel like the journey was worth it. As such, I cannot recommend this to anyone.
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Jordan Taylor is the author of numerous novels and stories from the bestselling Angel Paws shorts to the historical fantasy series Lightfall. An avid reader and writer, Jordan also enjoys photography and graphic design, old bookstores, researching World War One, travel, and tweeting about her smooth fox terrier.
Website: www.jordantaylorbooks.com
Twitter: @JordanTaylorLit
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Monday, June 27
A dirt road stretched away, straight and flat, as far as I could see. I stood, then walked. Maybe I was walking all along, but didn’t feel like I had moved.
A dozen horses lay along the road. Fat, white maggots emerged from their nostrils and eye sockets, wriggling over dark fur. Abdomens bulged, grossly distended below summer sun.
A man stepped up to me. Rows of men behind. Packs on their backs and rifles in their hands. Sunlight flashing off steel helmets. This man had a mustache and never glanced at the animals along the road.
“There’s a farm ahead, sir. I’ll have the lads check for a pump.”
Then, in a gloomy building at night. Dust thick on the floor. Men talked around me. I was apart, away from them, beside only one other.
My companion tried to tell me something important. Like with the water pump man, I could not listen. He read from a notebook in his hand.
How could he ask my opinion on poetry? While maggots flopped and convulsed down sunken faces—so crowded, they forced each other out? While the young man in the corner scratched his own head until his fingers were bloody? While another sang about ghost horses as he smoked one cigarette after the next, lighting one with the butt of the last?
Still reading to me, insistent. He jabbed his finger at a page.
I wanted to shoot him. I scrambled to my feet. I said I had to write a postcard.
Then I stood in a river of mud, legs braced, shouting, “Get out of there, Attwater!”
I couldn’t see him, couldn’t feel him, and couldn’t get away myself. Scorching metal flew past my face.
“Attwater!” Panic and mud sucked me back into that dark river.
I woke with a jolt, shivering and disoriented.
The TV plays a cooking competition show. Both girls riveted.
10:00 p.m. and I sit at the kitchen table, laptop open—working. Asleep sitting up. Fresh anxiety that the girls are not in bed. Then remember: Torin asked me to bring them to the restaurant tonight.
I open my mouth to tell Isabelle and Carine they can get ready to go. Parting my lips, I see flopping maggots—bloated like slugs—almost tasting them. I must shut both mouth and eyes for several minutes.
Hands shake on my keyboard. Still nauseated when I inform them we can go.
Only a dream. Only a dream. I wonder if I am trying to reassure—or trying to convince myself.
Ever since moving in with Torin, Flep has dreamed of muddy trenches, bullet-riddled bodies, and endless horrors which only grow worse and spill into his day-to-day life. Traumatized and sleepless, he slogs on: a soldier afflicted with post-traumatic stress. Only, Flep has never been a soldier, let alone been to war.¬
Fighting for his sanity, Flep turns to unlikely sources for help—even phantoms from another era. It could take a family from 1916 to illuminate his waking nightmares, but the truth may come at the price of losing his new family along the way.

This was a difficult read for me. I struggled to get through it. I considered not finishing it, but I was determined to understand where the author was taking me.
I am still not sure. People who enjoy this sort of reincarnation, past-life, fiction may enjoy this story, but it did not work for me. It was very dry. There seemed to be a lot of unnecessary scenes that could have been tightened up, and I just did not understand the relationship between the two main characters.
I most enjoyed the interactions between the kids and Flep as he tried to become part of this blended family. I felt that this was the strongest relationship building out of the entire story, and that made me sad. I actually found zero redeeming qualities in Torin. Married to his work, unwilling to support anyone, and somehow made the children’s need for a more stable household, an attack on him. I found his self-centred nature offputting, and I sort of wanted Flep to find someone else.
The flashbacks were long and tedious. There was nothing interesting about them. Add to the fact that Flep has no idea what is happening, and tends to walk around like a zombie, and this story was slow, exhausting, and depressing. I wouldn’t have been surprised if Flep went crazy, tried to kill himself, or stepped in front of a bus. I felt that would have been a small mercy for him, and would have willingly accept that as the ending.
Character development was poor, and I didn’t get a good idea of who Flep really was. Beyond the bizarre past life stuff, his personality was absent. I wanted to like him, but I didn’t know him. He was boring, his reactions were boring, and the only time I saw a glimpse of him was when he was interacting with the children.
I should have left this as a DNF, to be perfectly honest. While the ending gave a resolution, it wasn’t enough for me to feel like the journey was worth it. As such, I cannot recommend this to anyone.
For more info on Goodreads
More information on The Places We Say Goodbye and author:
Purchase Links:
NineStar Press: http://ninestarpress.com/product/the-places-we-say-goodbye/
Author Bio
Jordan Taylor is the author of numerous novels and stories from the bestselling Angel Paws shorts to the historical fantasy series Lightfall. An avid reader and writer, Jordan also enjoys photography and graphic design, old bookstores, researching World War One, travel, and tweeting about her smooth fox terrier.
Website: www.jordantaylorbooks.com
Twitter: @JordanTaylorLit
Excerpt
Jordan Taylor © 2016All Rights Reserved
Monday, June 27
A dirt road stretched away, straight and flat, as far as I could see. I stood, then walked. Maybe I was walking all along, but didn’t feel like I had moved.
A dozen horses lay along the road. Fat, white maggots emerged from their nostrils and eye sockets, wriggling over dark fur. Abdomens bulged, grossly distended below summer sun.
A man stepped up to me. Rows of men behind. Packs on their backs and rifles in their hands. Sunlight flashing off steel helmets. This man had a mustache and never glanced at the animals along the road.
“There’s a farm ahead, sir. I’ll have the lads check for a pump.”
Then, in a gloomy building at night. Dust thick on the floor. Men talked around me. I was apart, away from them, beside only one other.
My companion tried to tell me something important. Like with the water pump man, I could not listen. He read from a notebook in his hand.
How could he ask my opinion on poetry? While maggots flopped and convulsed down sunken faces—so crowded, they forced each other out? While the young man in the corner scratched his own head until his fingers were bloody? While another sang about ghost horses as he smoked one cigarette after the next, lighting one with the butt of the last?
Still reading to me, insistent. He jabbed his finger at a page.
I wanted to shoot him. I scrambled to my feet. I said I had to write a postcard.
Then I stood in a river of mud, legs braced, shouting, “Get out of there, Attwater!”
I couldn’t see him, couldn’t feel him, and couldn’t get away myself. Scorching metal flew past my face.
“Attwater!” Panic and mud sucked me back into that dark river.
I woke with a jolt, shivering and disoriented.
The TV plays a cooking competition show. Both girls riveted.
10:00 p.m. and I sit at the kitchen table, laptop open—working. Asleep sitting up. Fresh anxiety that the girls are not in bed. Then remember: Torin asked me to bring them to the restaurant tonight.
I open my mouth to tell Isabelle and Carine they can get ready to go. Parting my lips, I see flopping maggots—bloated like slugs—almost tasting them. I must shut both mouth and eyes for several minutes.
Hands shake on my keyboard. Still nauseated when I inform them we can go.
Only a dream. Only a dream. I wonder if I am trying to reassure—or trying to convince myself.
Series Recap Blog Tour + Giveaway: End Street Volume 1 by Amber Kell & RJ Scott
Authors Amber Kell and RJ Scott are hosting a $20 Amazon or ARe gift card giveaway to celebrate their joint End Street series. Check out the recap on Volume 1 below!
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End Street Volume 1
Authors: Amber Kell & RJ Scott
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Blurb
The Case of the Cupid Curse
Sam Enderson is a human detective who inherits a building from where his Uncle used to run a detective agency. He finds himself working for paranormal creatures despite his resolve to stick with humans only. To supplement his income as a new PI Sam rents out rooms in the large house.
Bob is a vampire and turns up on Sam's doorstep to rent a room. Sparks fly and Sam is attracted to the vampire despite himself.
Sam is cursed by a witch, and has two cases landing on his desk. Werewolves, annoying ghosts and a grumpy gargoyle are enough to drive Sam mad. But somehow in amongst all of this he has to find a missing fae and a missing shifter child.
The Case of the Wicked Wolf
Naiads, humans, sirens and a challenge for Alpha make up the intricate story in the race to rescue the missing children.
Sam and Bob have more than just the case of one lost child to handle. Not only is Shelby Hartman missing, but other paranormal children have disappeared. The race to rescue the children is hampered by naiads, humans, sirens and a challenge for Alpha.
Hartman Hunter is desperate to find his daughter. He turns to the demon Danjal Naamah for help. The problem is that Danjal is the only person Hartman has ever loved—the man he let go for the sake of the pack…
"...With stories that are written by more than one author, there are sometimes gaps in the flow of the writing. There are none here. The writing flows smoothly and seamlessly I wouldn't be able to tell you who wrote what. The world describe within the story was easily imagined as where the characters...."
Amber Kell has made a career out of daydreaming. It has been a lifelong habit she practices diligently as shown by her complete lack of focus on anything not related to her fantasy world building.
When she told her husband what she wanted to do with her life, he told her to go have fun.
During those seconds she isn't writing, she remembers she has children who humor her with games of "what if" and let her drag them to foreign lands to gather inspiration. Her youngest confided in her that he wants to write because he longs for a website and an author name—two things apparently necessary to be a proper writer.
Despite her husband's insistence she doesn't drink enough to be a true literary genius, she continues to spin stories of people falling happily in love and staying that way.
She is thwarted during the day by a traffic jam of cats on the stairway and a puppy who insists on walks, but she bravely perseveres.
Website: http://www.amberkell.com
RJ Scott is the bestselling gay romance author of over ninety MM romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn't with family either reading or writing.
RJ also writes MF romance under the name Rozenn Scott.
The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn't like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.
mailto:rj@rjscott.co.uk
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