Guest Post: KG Fletcher

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Reigning Hearts ~ Book Three

A billionaire heiress walks into a bar…

When Fiona Merrill finds herself without a date on New Year’s Eve, the frustrated New York socialite takes matters into her own hands. After way too many glasses of champagne, she propositions the familiar bartender with an offer he can’t refuse. But the handsome, Brooklyn-born drink-slinger turns out to be a lot more than she bargained for.

Chris Ballard lives with his mother, biding his time until he can save enough money to completely renovate his crumbling farmhouse in upstate New York. An opportunity for some quick cash is a no-brainer, and with the amount of money Fiona offers him, he is eager to agree to her scheme.

In a world of have and have nots, posing as the next Manhattan power couple is the easy part. Things become challenging when Chris dares Fiona to go deeper than what her pampered life style offers. Is it possible for the heiress to change her ways and discover a bigger purpose? Or will the poor little rich girl continue her selfish ways with only her money to keep her warm?



About the author: Dubbed, “The Singing Author,” KG Fletcher lives in Atlanta, GA withKelly fletcher her husband Ladd and three sons. She is an active member of RWA and Georgia Romance Writers. Her Amazon Bestseller, GEORGIA PINE was a FINALIST for the 2019 Maggie Award of Excellence.  KG is a hopeless romantic continuing her work on her original cabaret act called, “The Novel Romantic – an unexpected evening of sweet & spicy love” to help promote her romance novels. She is also a conference speaker and shares how music can enhance a writer’s experience.






Sweet & Sassy Holiday

You can find details on this holiday-themed boxed set under my “holiday” reviews. But basically: Like most boxed sets or anthologies, there were books in here that I absolutely loved (Mischievous Christmas Angel) and others that were okay, but didn’t draw me in. Still, that being said, I definitely recommend this set. The stories are really good and all have a HEA that satisfies. Buy the set, sit back with your favorite beverage, and enjoy.

Guest Author: Parker Foye

HartOfWinter_FBbanner_DSPFor this stop on my blog tour, I wanted to share an exclusive excerpt from one of my favourite scenes in Hart of Winter. Luc Marling is a shapeshifter, cursed to change into a stag every sunset if not for his magical cuffs. However—and more importantly—Luc is an absolute goof of a man, and he is smitten with Rob Lentowicz, who is newly arrived in town.

In this scene, they’ve arranged to meet at a bar called L’Arbre. Luc has no idea if it’s a date. He wants it to be. He hopes it is. He’s been thinking about it a lot. So much, that he goes on autopilot when greeting Rob.

… Did I mention Luc’s family is French?

I hope you enjoy this scene!


Warm air brushed over Luc’s skin when L’Arbre’s door opened and closed, laughter and music spilling outside. Luc stamped his feet and wished he’d worn different boots. He ducked his nose under his scarf again and got distracted by blowing plumes of steamy breath through the folds, so when Rob tugged his sleeve for attention, he jumped.


“Same to you, Prince Charming,” Rob said, though his grin took away the bite of his words.

Luc shoved his hands deeper into his pockets so he didn’t cover his face in embarrassment. At least his cheeks were already flushed with cold. No one would be able to tell the difference.

Rob wore a slim-fitting leather jacket over a flannel shirt and dark-wash jeans with cute ankle boots. Like Luc, Rob’s—freckled!—cheeks were bright with cold, and though his red beanie was pulled low, it didn’t hide the redness of his ears. Despite the brisk air, Luc felt warm. Not only from embarrassment: Rob hadn’t dressed for the weather either.

Buoyed by confidence, Luc was halfway toward the second cheek kiss when his actions registered in his brain. Rob’s aftershave was the clue, something woodsy and delicious and not at all like what Eloise or Amandine wore. He froze.

“Balls.” Would it be more awkward not to complete them? Date or not date. Would Rob even know enough about French cheek-kissing etiquette to register the difference? Unlikely. His French had been dreadful.

Noise from L’Arbre made Luc start, and the blast of warmth made him impatient. They could be indoors right now with beers in hand. His stomach twisted nervously, but he finished the second kiss—he decided against a third—and stepped back. He yanked out the tie holding his hair in a stubby tail at his nape, scrubbed his hand through it, and retied the tail, all the while looking anywhere but Rob.

Hair in place, Luc cleared his throat and finally slid his gaze to Rob, who hadn’t moved during the whole process. Indeed, he watched Luc with an odd expression, like he found Luc’s awkwardness charming.

Luc cleared his throat again. “Sorry. About the unasked-for kissing and the swearing and this general”—he gestured at himself—”sort of disaster area. Hello. Lovely to see you again. I like your interpretation of the carnation.” He pointed at Rob’s hat. “Anyway, shall we get a drink so I can start repressing all this for my subconscious to torture me with later?”

For a moment Rob continued to watch Luc in silence. Then a grin broke onto his face like he’d landed his first box jump. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and Luc saw one of his front teeth was slightly crooked, and his laugh. Rob laughed like he couldn’t get enough breath, like he wanted the world to know how funny he found Luc’s awkwardness.

Luc resisted getting defensive; there was nothing malicious about Rob’s laughter. Luc snorted and waved his hand in a little bow, as was his due. When he finally wheezed and straightened up, Rob clapped Luc on the back and somehow turned the move into a slide of his arm over Luc’s shoulders, pulling him close until Rob’s body half cradled him.

Luc could get used to the arrangement. Even if laughter was the price.

“Come on, mate. Let’s get that drink. After that performance, you deserve it,” Rob said.

Luc let himself smirk. “Sure you want to?”

“Well, no one can say I don’t know what I’m getting into now, can they? And anyway, it’s not like I minded the kissing.”

With that, Rob pulled open the door and ushered Luc ahead of him, both of them startling slightly at the wash of hot air and noise. Rob nudged Luc over to a table people were just leaving, and Luc slid onto a stool. He watched Rob gather the empty glasses together and shed his jacket at the same time, impressed by the multitasking. Luc would’ve smashed at least three glasses if he tried to do that.

Especially if he was still thinking about kissing Rob. Which he absolutely was.

Definitely a date.

Hart of Winter

Magic-using winter sports enthusiasts find love on the slopes.

Luc Marling is cursed to transform into a stag from sunset to sunrise, making him vulnerable to black-hearted collectors. Thanks to a family heirloom, Luc can contain the change—but the magic is starting to fade. Luc intends to live fast while he can and doesn’t care who he hurts along the way… until he meets Rob.

Rob Lentowicz accidentally broke the curse on a famous singer and became a magical reality-TV star. Tired of having to lie to protect his bank balance, and unwilling to destroy his family reputation with the truth, Rob runs away to France—and straight into Luc.

They navigate slopes, secrets, and each other. But are the feelings between them real—or just magic?

Parker FoyeParker Foye writes speculative-flavoured romance under the QUILTBAG umbrella and believes in happily ever after, although sometimes their characters make achieving this difficult.

An education in Classics nurtured a love of heroes, swords, monsters, and beautiful people doing stupid things while wearing only scraps of leather. You’ll find those things in various guises in Parker’s stories, along with kissing (very important) and explosions (very messy). And more shifters than you can shake a stick at.

Parker lives in the UK but travels regularly via planes, trains, and an ever-growing library.

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Guest Author: Gretchen Jeannette

This Day is OursLove is like war: easy to begin, but very hard to end.

Blurb: The American Colonies, 1776.  As the flames of revolution spread across a divided land, a shadowy figure prowls the city of Philadelphia.  Known only as Jack Flash, rebel highwayman, he preys on wealthy aristocrats loyal to the British Crown.  The unpredictable outlaw always manages to stay one step ahead of his foes.  Until the night he targets a Loyalist lady whose fiery spirit could spell his doom.

Alexandra Pennington believes she has her future well planned when a chance encounter turns her world upside down.  Betrothed to a dashing king’s man suited to her in every way, the young widow becomes entangled with an unrefined rebel fiercely opposed to British rule.  Against all reason, she finds common ground with an enemy of the Crown.  The sensible course for her is clear, but her bond with the notorious rogue will test her loyalty not only to her king but also to the man she vowed to marry.

Author Gretchen Jeannette lives and works in Chester County, Pennsylvania, an area rich in Revolutionary War and Colonial American history. Her enduring interest in 18th Century America began at a young age, inspired by the novels of Dale Van Every and Allan Eckert, whose timeless tales of adventure, romance, and action capture the essence of early American lore. Eager to read more such stories, to her disappointment, she had trouble finding them in bookstores, so she decided to write one of her own. Thus began a journey fueled by her passion for breathing life into history through believable characters, authentic historical details, and plots woven with adventure, romance, and suspense.

A lifelong student of the American War of Independence, Gretchen has published three novels set during the revolutionary era: The Devil Take Tomorrow, This Day is Ours, and A Devil of a Time.


Guest Post: Sweet & Sassy Holiday!

sweetandsassyholidayCapture the magic of the holiday season with this collection of ELEVEN CHRISTMAS ROMANCES from New York Times & USA Today bestselling, award winning authors.

During Christmas, an angel comes to the rescue, the hardest decisions are made, assignments turn deadly, choices are made, lovers realize they are meant to be together, dreams come true, true love comes from distracting romances, and old loves show up in the nick of time.

Mischievous Christmas Angel (new): Mimi Barbour, New York Times & USA Today bestselling author: He couldn’t cope with life or love without the help of his special angel.

My Girl (new): Jacquie Biggar, USA Today bestselling author: Sometimes, the right decision isn’t the easiest one to make.

Two Hearts’ Christmas Promise (new): Tamara Ferguson, USA Today bestselling author: Can an Air Force pilot convince his fiancé that beauty is only skin deep, when her news assignment turns deadly?

Carnations & Hot Toddy Kisses (new): Stacy Eaton, USA Today bestselling author: Is it destiny or fate that brings the past and present together?

Burning for the Nanny (new): Suzanne Jenkins, USA Today bestselling author: When Firefighter Leon Saint gets a surprise visit from a one night stand, a beautiful neighbor with a reputation comes to the rescue.

Because You Said So (new): Dani Haviland, USA Today bestselling author: Sometimes that’s all it takes.

Holiday Love: Natalie Ann, USA Today bestselling author: Can the magic of the holiday make these coworkers realize they are finally meant to be together?

Once Upon a Christmas: Denise Devine, USA Today bestselling author: When old friends reunite, will a new enemy keep them apart?

The Right Kiss: Mona Risk, New York Times & USA Today bestselling author: What’s a girl to do when she dreams about another man while in her fiancé’s arms?

Her Christmas Secret: Alicia Street, USA Today bestselling author: Lila courts a cold-hearted investor for her handmade toys, but finds herself instead drawn to a handsome maintenance man. With her sister’s family on the line, a distracting romance is the last thing she needs.

Right Man/Wrong Groom: Patrice Wilton, New York Times & USA Today bestselling author: When an old love shows up for the wedding, Nadine has to make that final choice.


Guest Author: Bru Baker


Hi, everyone! I’m Bru Baker. Thanks to Vicky for having me on the blog today as I continue my release tour for Downward Facing Dreamboat.

This slow-burn novella is about a distance runner whose perspective on his life changes when an injury sidelines him from his marathon training. Kincaid has always loved running, but he didn’t realize how much of his life Bru Baker headshotwas tied up in the sport until he couldn’t run anymore.

The reality check is a harsh one. Kincaid was used to spending all his waking hours outside of work running and training for races. Even hanging out with his friends involved running–and when he can’t, it becomes apparent that he doesn’t have much else in common with them and they drift apart.

His loneliness–and a dose of tough love from his sister–encourages him to stick his neck out a bit and take some chances, both with his hobbies and his love life. Yoga is a daunting prospect for him, but he tackles it because his doctor tells him it will help him heal faster and get him back on the marathon circuit.

But when his doctor sends him to a studio that happens to employee a yoga instructor he’s been panting over in secret for months, he has to choose between keeping his attraction a secret or doing something about his loneliness even if it means risking his heart.


Love is trying to catch up to two lonely men. Can they stop long enough to let it?

Running defines Kincaid’s life. It’s not until he loses it that he realizes how isolated he’s become. But even if an injury hadn’t forced him to slow down, the hottie in the yoga studio would have given him pause. In fact, admiring the man each morning is the only thing keeping the spring in his step when it feels like he’s lost everything.

Owen’s busy life as a yoga instructor doesn’t leave him much time to meet guys, let alone date. He’s convinced his passion for helping people is worth the sacrifice, but he’s willing to spare a few moments for the cutie who walks past the studio every morning.

When their lives intersect and romance is set in motion, they stumble off the starting block. But no matter the obstacles in their path, this race won’t be over until they reach the finish… together.


“Do you have other evening commitments we need to plan around?”

Sadly, Kincaid didn’t.

“I spend most of my free time training for races, so since I can’t run I don’t have a lot going on. I have a group of friends I travel around the country with for marathons, and we usually run together after work and on weekends. I’m hoping I can get over this injury and back into running shape without having to sacrifice the Maui marathon we do every other year.”

Kincaid hadn’t realized how much of his life revolved around running until he couldn’t do it. He’d watched more Netflix in the past three weeks than he had in three years before that.

“Ooh, I can see why you wouldn’t want to miss that,” Owen said. “I’m here Monday and Wednesday evenings. I’d like to plan to do a few private lessons before we transition you to a class. That way I can help you modify poses that would put too much stress on your ankle. You can stop in or call when your PT gives you the okay to get started. If I’m not here, tell them I told them to give you my first available evening, okay? I’d rather not enable your procrastination.”

Kincaid laughed. “I promise.”

Owen’s grin lit up his face. He had laugh lines around his eyes, and they crinkled up endearingly when he smiled. “Great. I’m looking forward to it.”

Kincaid stood cautiously, but luckily the throbbing pain in his ankle had subsided.

Owen nodded approvingly.

“We’ll be taking things slow, which I know will be frustrating for you. You need to focus on your actual physical therapy more at first because you need to address the issues the stress fracture has caused before we can start preventing future damage with the yoga.”

“Yoga will help make sure this doesn’t happen again?”

Owen nodded. “It’s not a guarantee, but it will definitely help. Do you cross-train?”

Not as much as he should. Kincaid swam and lifted weights when it was too cold or wet to run outside, since he didn’t like treadmills. But mostly he ran.

“Not really, no.”

“Well, yoga will help strengthen your core and get you to stretch out those quads and hamstrings. Loosening up your legs will help your form, which can help avoid repetitive stress injuries like this one.”

He tapped the card in Kincaid’s hand.

“Be sure to call once you’re given the okay. I can tell you’re anxious to get back out there, and I swear this will help.”

“I see Dr. Chester again today for another X-ray. He told me if this one looks good, he’ll release me to physical therapy.”

“Even then, no running. Your PT will probably have you hold off on weight-bearing cardio for another week or two. Sometimes bones heal in that month off, sometimes they take longer. We won’t know till he sees your X-rays. Swimming, biking, and some faster walking will probably be the PT’s recommendation. And I’ll do my part to get your heart rate up, I promise.”

Kincaid swallowed at Owen’s unintentionally suggestive words. That wouldn’t be a problem. He’d recovered from his initial nerves, but even now Kincaid’s heart was racing from being so close to Owen. How was he going to survive having Owen guide him into yoga positions without embarrassing himself?

Owen seemed to read Kincaid’s discomfort, and he tilted his head to the side for a moment, his cheeks coloring lightly. “Ah. I didn’t mean it like that.” He looked flustered, which was adorable. “It’s just that most athletic guys figure yoga is a walk in the park, but it’s actually as easy or as difficult as you make it. If you put effort into your practice, you’ll find that it’s very satisfying.”

Kincaid’s lips twitched at Owen’s choice of words, which caused Owen to close his eyes and chuckle. “I mean, you’ll find it’s a satisfying workout. Wow. I apologize. My mind must be somewhere else today.”

“I’m looking forward to you getting my heart rate up.” Flirting openly wasn’t something Kincaid usually did, but he couldn’t help himself. Maybe he did have some game after all.

Owen coughed and looked away, but Kincaid was almost positive it was to hide a smile.

“Okay, getting us back on track. You’re obviously an avid runner. How about other sports? Any yoga before, Kincaid?”

Kincaid grinned. Owen was changing the subject, and he definitely had a faint blush to his cheeks. Kincaid was usually horrible at gauging interest from other people, but he would bet good money that Owen was enjoying their banter. He hoped there would be time to explore that later.

“Once. My sister is into it, and she dragged me to a class a few years ago. All I remember is it being ridiculously hot and not understanding most of what the instructor said for the whole hour and a half.”

“Sounds like Bikram. They heat the room to about 105 degrees Fahrenheit to help practitioners sweat out their toxins and loosen their muscles.”

“I felt like I was trying to sweat out my spleen.”

“So no Bikram yoga for you. Got it. Do you remember any of the positions? Were there any you particularly liked?”

“The only pose I remember was Natalie doing something on her belly with her feet arched up to almost touch her head. I didn’t even try that one. It seemed like there was a high risk of accidental castration.”

Owen barked out a laugh. “Probably purna salabhasana.”

“Bless you?”

“So you’re funny as well as handsome and athletic?” Owen teased, and Kincaid preened internally at the compliments. “In English it’s called full locust pose, but I always find the Sanskrit words more fun to say.”

Before Kincaid could respond, Owen held his hand up and shook his head. “Don’t worry. I don’t break out into Sanskrit until at least the fifth class.”

Kincaid was sure he still looked horrified, if the way Owen laughed was any indication. “Kidding. I always call out poses in English, and I’m right there modeling the pose for the class. Obviously while we’re doing the one-on-one sessions I’ll be there guiding you into position. Don’t worry. I won’t get you in over your head.”

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Bio and social media:

Bru Baker writes sophisticated gay romantic fiction with strong characters, real-world problems, and plenty of humor.

Bru spent fifteen years writing for newspapers before making the jump to fiction. Whether it’s creating her own characters or getting caught up in someone else’s, there’s no denying that Bru is happiest when she’s engrossed in a story. She and her husband have two children, which means a lot of her books get written from the sidelines of various sports practices.

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Guest Author: Liz Flaherty


It’s funny how some things change as you get older. Not all things are funny, of course—memory, hearing, joints, anyone?—but things in writing. In stories.

In my early days of reading and writing romance, not only did I need a Happily Ever After (which I still do), I needed it to be in the four-bedroom, two-bath house with a picket fence and a cat on the porch. And kids. Because that was, for the most part, my life. And I liked it. I liked it a lot.

Then I got older. My heroines did, too, and I met up with Women’s Fiction and had to concede that there was a new love in my reading life. I couldn’t get enough of reading about women whose stories were told differently. They fell in love and lived happily ever after, but their journeys were about much more than that. Their heartaches were about more than unrequited love. They were taking care of elderly parents, trying to raise teenagers without going completely mad, hoping to have more money than month at least sometimes.

Were they all this way? No. But a lot of them were, and suddenly there were heroines I could identify with. My friend Nan Reinhardt laughs at me because I’m exhausted and bored by reading about rich people, but the truth is—just like when I wanted that happy ending to have the house, fence, cat, and kids—I want to put myself in the heroine’s place.

Even when I write and read Women’s Fiction, though, it always crosses over to romance. They are actually the same thing to me.

Enter Carol, who is a beautician. She owns her own shop, the Clip Joint, in Peacock, Tennessee. She’s not rich, tiny, or beautiful. But she’s a wonderful friend. A loving daughter. A generous person. Her life isn’t what she intended or even hoped for, but it’s good.

And then one day in the cemetery, Steven Elliot rides in front of her old Pontiac on a bicycle, and that life is changed forever.

I hope you like The Healing Summer.Carol's Clip Joint


It’s a summer romance–what happens come September?

When Steven Elliott accidentally rides his bike into Carol Whitney’s car at the cemetery, the summer takes on new and exciting possibilities. Long friendship wends its way into something deeper when their hearts get involved. Feelings neither of them had expected to experience again enrich their days and nights.  But what happens when the long summer ends? When Carol wants a family and commitment and a future, Steven isn’t so sure. He’s had his heart broken before—can he risk it again?


There had been other “hook-ups,” both during break-up times and since Promise’s death, but he had never given serious thought to waking up with anyone he slept with—at least, not on a consistent basis. No one ever asked or expected him to be faithful. No one called him her boyfriend. No one admitted they had to pee like a racehorse—it was as if the women he’d been with didn’t have bodily functions other than orgasm.

Not that exclusivity was a problem. It wasn’t at all.

“I don’t need you to fall in love with me or promise me lifelong loyalty or any of that. I don’t even expect you to consider our relationship a…well, a relationship, but I’m not much into that kind of adventure, either.” She grinned sheepishly. “I know I sound like a prude, but so be it.”

He knew she was no prude. She was exciting and sexy and so much fun he sometimes he went days on end thinking he might actually be able to live without Promise. Not just exist, but live, with a large part of his heart intact.

“I want to be your boyfriend,” he said. “No class ring—I hocked it to buy beer when I was a freshman in college. But we’ll sit together at all the Little League games and the Cup and Cozy and I’ll even buy—if I have any money. When you’re taking care of Reese and pretending you’re not, I’ll pretend right along with you. What do you think?”

“I think you have your eye on my Mustang.”

“Nah, it’s too little—hurts my knees—though I probably look good in it. Not as good as I do on a motorcycle, but not bad. I’ll be an excellent boyfriend.” He lifted her hand, turning the chain he’d given her round and round. “Boyfriends give charm bracelets.”

“Well, since you did give me the bracelet and I love it, it’s okay with me if you’re my boyfriend. For the summer anyway.” She leaned in to kiss him, her hand on his shoulder, and he caught her wrist just to touch her. He loved her skin.

“You don’t think I’ll stay in Peacock, do you?” He held her gaze.

“No.” But she didn’t seem unhappy—not even a little bit sad. “You’re too—I don’t know—intense, maybe. You move too fast. No one does that here. You know that. Besides, you’ve been gone too long. Other than a few weeks some summers and the awful time while Promise was sick, you haven’t actually lived here since you left for Vanderbilt. And I don’t think you’ve wanted to, have you?”

She was right—until this summer, he hadn’t wanted to come back here. But that was before finding Miss Abigail’s. Before Jamie Scott died.

Before Carol.

“Dillon was away for years,” he said. “He didn’t even come and visit after his folks retired to Arizona, and look at him now. You couldn’t pry him off Lawyers Row with a crowbar.”

Carol shook her head. “Dillon came home and found Grace. Had she not been here, he wouldn’t be either.”

But you’re here. Steven didn’t say the words out loud. He was startled to have even thought them.

She checked the clock on the oven. “It’s time for me to go. I told Grace I’d pick them up at ten. When are you guys leaving?”

“As soon as everyone kisses his wife goodbye. I’ll follow you into town and kiss you at the same time so you won’t feel out of place or anything.”

She went to the sink, rinsing the coffee carafe and their cups and draping the dishcloth neatly over the sink divider. “That’s really big of you. You’re not going to throw your cell phone away or anything like they did in that movie, are you?”

He picked up her suitcase to follow her out the door. “Nope. Why? Are you going to worry about me?”

“Heavens, no.” She opened the Mustang’s trunk for him. “I’m not your mother.” She gave a little toss of her ponytail. “I’m your girlfriend.”


Liz 2019Retired from the post office and married to Duane for…a really long time, USA Today bestselling author Liz Flaherty has had a heart-shaped adult life, populated with kids and grands and wonderful friends. She admits she can be boring, but hopes her curiosity about everyone and everything around her keeps her from it. She likes traveling and quilting and reading. And she loves writing.

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Guest Author: K.C. Wells & Parker Williams

OnTheSamePageFS_v1In ‘On the Same Page’, one of our characters owns a bookshop. KC and I thought it would be fun to talk about our favorite books.

My first MM Romance was a book called ‘The Telling’ by Eden Winters. Here’s the blurb:

Time in Iraq cost Michael Ritter some of his hearing and a friend whose death he feels responsible for. He’d left Alabama hopin g to escape a dull, small-town life, only to return four years later, lugging a duffle full of personal demons. 

Cookesville, Alabama isn’t the most welcoming place on earth, particularly for a gay, Hispanic student wanting nothing more than to earn his degree and get back home to Texas. An image of a somber young man that he knows only by name and the stories told by an adoring sister comes to life when Michael returns home, just as Jay is already half-way to losing his heart.

Michael’s biggest battle lies ahead, and he’ll need all the help he can get to find his way in a world where he no longer fits in. Jay’s not sure where he fits either, but it could be next to the war-torn soldier who needs his strength.

 This story hit me hard in the feels, because Michael, our hero, is damaged in ways most of us will never understand. War has left him with partial hearing loss, and PTSD. Things many of us take for granted, like fireworks, are forever denied him because of the things he experienced while at war. Then there’s also the fact he lost something else, something that can never be replaced. A friend.

Because this was my first book, and I loved it so hard, I decided I would write the author, Eden Winters, and let her know. Now I’m going to be honest here. My belief was that a PA or publicist would get the letter, and Eden would never actually see it. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Not an hour after I sent the letter, Eden replied. We got to talking, and from that humble beginning a friendship grew.

The Telling (and the follow up, ‘Night Watch’) gave me my first real glimpse into MM Romance, and I’ve never stepped away from it.

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(The book is .99 at Amazon, and Eden makes a donation from the money she raises on it.)

K.C. Wells

The first gay romance I ever read was about…cowboys.

Not something I usually read about, to be honest, but I was dipping my toes in a new genre.

The book was Bareback by Chris Owen.

And I was hooked.

It had everything, including my first ever group sex scene. And my heart broke when things went bad between Jake and Tor, and you bet I was rooting for them to get back together.

I went on to read more of Chris’s books, and I’ve been a fan ever since.

Imagine my joy when I got to do a BDSM panel with Chris and LM Somerton at GRL!

Fast forward to the present day, and I’m contemplating writing a cowboy story….

Parker Williams

Blurb for “On The Same Page”

When a Dom invites a shy bookstore owner to live out his fantasies, more than one life will be transformed.

Words are Heath Snow’s life. He can’t remember a time when he didn’t have his nose buried in a book. He couldn’t make a living as a writer, so he did the next best thing—he bought a bookstore. But when he’s not selling books, he’s living vicariously through the characters he encounters. Real men can’t hold a candle to the hot men in his favorite genre.

The Pride display in the bookstore window may be what captured Xavier James’s attention, but the man enthusing about books interests him more. The BDSM book lying next to the cash register is a pleasant surprise, and when he draws attention to it, Heath’s flushed cheeks and bright eyes pique Xavier’s curiosity even further.

Xavier is about to learn that some things are more important than work, and Heath is about to step out of his comfort zone, into a place where fantasy and real life coexist.

Author Bios:

K.C. Wells lives on an island off the south coast of the UK, surrounded by natural beauty. She writes about men who love men, and can’t even contemplate a life that doesn’t include writing.

The rainbow rose tattoo on her back with the words ‘Love is Love’ and ‘Love Wins’ is her way of hoisting a flag. She plans to be writing about men in love – be it sweet and slow, hot or kinky – for a long while to come.

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Parker Williams loves the written word. The discovery of MM romance, as well as a chance encounter with an amazing author, changed the course of his life as he began to write the stories his men were whispering to him. With the help of some amazing friends and a community of writers he’s proud to be part of, Parker continues telling stories of love, hurt, comfort, and sometimes tosses in a little angst for fun.


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Guest Author: M. Raiya

OWLFS_v1Thank you so much for hosting me here on Sparkling Reviews as part of my blog tour for the release of my novel, YA novel, Owl. I’m really proud of this book and excited to share it.

The most challenging part of writing Owl was that one of the two main characters, Gabriel, is a shifter who is trapped in his owl form for a good chunk of the story. How to show his growing friendship with a human, when he can’t speak? I decided to tell the story from the owl’s point of view. That way, I could show what he was thinking and sometimes what he would have said if he could have. It helps that Gabriel is a very witty guy and has no trouble poking fun at himself. He ended up setting the tone for the book. And that makes things feel even darker and more dramatic when everything finally begins to unravel and life gets grim.

The excerpt is from early on in the novel when Gabriel and his human friend Vin are just getting to know each other. They are out in Vin’s kayak—Vin is paddling, obviously, and Gabriel is perched on the bow.


Gabriel made a decision to help a friend, and it cost him. He’s been exiled from his clan, trapped in his owl form, living in a swamp, and slowly losing his humanity. If not for Vincent, Gabriel would have no chance of regaining what he lost.

Vincent is popular and successful, but no one knows the real him, who is gay and would rather become a musician than a lawyer… no one but the owl living in the hollow tree. As Vincent shares his secrets, he not only unburdens his heart, but stirs Gabriel’s. In each other they have a chance to heal… to live.

Unless Gabriel’s grandfather has his way.

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 “It’s really pretty back here.” Vin paddled us into a deep cove beside the headland with the cottage. The mouth was narrow, but it opened into a wide, shallow expanse of water with a small crescent beach at the back. It was utterly private. The water was so still and clear we could see the sandy bottom as we floated over it. There were a few clams, their dark shells standing upright on the bottom as they fed. A couple small perch swam under us, startled at our shadow, and took off.

I saw a little painted turtle and pointed it out with one wing. We watched it in silence. The cove was mesmerizing. We floated in the liquid glass for a long time, and then Vin paddled us up to the beach and landed.

“Time for a break,” he said, and hopped out.

I flew over the beach a little way and landed on a piece of driftwood. He pulled the kayak out of the water and brought his waterproof bag over to me, then smiled a little sheepishly and headed to the back of the beach. I had the same thing in mind, so I flew off to some pines and took care of my messy stuff. I saw a trail below me that led, I assumed, to the cottage on the headland. I spotted a frog in some seaweed washing at the edge of the water and in a second, he was in my gullet. I’d gotten up part way through the night and hunted awhile. The two moles I’d caught were long gone, but I was used to being hungry, and I didn’t want to leave Vin on our day together. I flew back to the driftwood, shaking water from my feathers.

Vin rejoined me in a minute, spread the towel on the sand, and sat down on it with a sigh, leaning on the log next to me and stretching his long legs out. I watched him bury his feet in the sand. I used to like to do that.

“I brought some food,” he said, digging around in his bag. “Can you eat roast beef?”

I probably shouldn’t, but I moved closer eagerly as he took out a little, soft-sided cooler big enough for a couple sandwiches. In a plastic baggie, he’d packed some plain roast beef. And potato chips. I couldn’t resist. He broke off some meat and held it out to me. I took it gently from his fingers. It was delicious.

“I love it when you squeeze your eyes up like that,” he said.

It was from the glare on the water, I firmly told myself, and straightened my wings. Dignified owl at all times, that was me.

“I hope it’s not affecting you, not being nocturnal,” he said, feeding me another bite. “I meant what I said last night, about making sure your needs are being met.”

Oh, they were. Roast beef bliss underway.

Vin laughed, opened one of his colas, and took a long drink. I hopped over to the bag of chips and opened it with a talon. A few spilled on the sand. I looked at Vin guiltily, but he just laughed. I picked up a chip, hop-flapped back to the log, and then, on impulse, offered it to him.

He bent and took it with his lips.

I gave a soft, happy hoot. He laughed too, and fed me another piece of meat.


Gabriel is a barred owl, and this is a photo of one that I was lucky enough to take near our camp in Vermont recently. Who can resist eyes like that? Not Vin, for sure. He’ll risk anything to help Gabriel become human again, but the time will come when they’ll look back on their time on the beach as the last few moments of peace before life gets even more complicated.


And here’s their kayak on the beach. (Okay, it’s really my kayak. Same difference.)

Photos are by M. Raiya

Author Bio:

Raiya is a Vermonter and splits her time between a home in the mountains and a camp on a lake, writing full time when she’s not taking long walks with her dog, swimming, kayaking, or birding, always with a camera in hand. M. Raiya’s novel Depth of Return won first place in the 2017 Rainbow Awards in the Gay Paranormal Romance category, and her novel Another Healing was a finalist in the 2015 Rainbow Awards.

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