Saturday, 22 September 2018

September Newsletter

September newsletter is almost complete and will be out in a few days. There is some exciting news this month, including links to my first audiobooks and an exclusive first peep at the latest book cover in the Upstaged series, as well as general news and complaints.

Don't think I haven't noticed that no one has entered any of my giveaways. There's another chance this month for an extra special giveaway. In case it's not clear, you have to comment HERE on THIS POST to be entered. It doesn't matter what you comment, although interaction would be nice.

Feel free to comment, good or bad, on any of my work - characters, stories, covers etc - or to throw questions at me. I'm pretty affable and very approachable, especially if you bring chocolate.

Thursday, 20 September 2018

NEW RELEASE Boys of Summer by Tucker McCallahan

Lead singer Ash Redvers needs a drummer. When Dustin Davis shows up, ready, willing, and able to play - not to mention gorgeous - Ash thinks it’s going to be the best season yet. But Ash has never had a boyfriend, and Dust isn’t willing to be a quick hook-up. As the summer heats up, they’ll have to decide whether all they can make together is music, or if there’s something more for them after the Boys of Summer are gone.

Today, I am hosting a long-time friend Tucker McCallahan, who wrote the most amazing story about some of my favourite characters ever. As well as being a fantastic author, she is a superb editor and a fabulous person. No, she didn't bribe me to say matter what you might think after reading the next paragraph.

Hi! My name is Tucker McCallahan, and I'm the author of The Boys of Summer, the first book in the Dust & Ash Saga. I'm so grateful to Nephy for hosting me today! If you've already gotten a copy of The Boys of Summer, then you know that Nephy is mentioned in my acknowledgements. The Dust & Ash Saga was workshopped on the Gay Authors website, where Nephy has work posted as well. She did me the supreme honor of commenting on this story while it was being rewritten, and her insight was so accurate sometimes, I got worried that she had a copy of my outline. LOL! In honor of Nephylim, enjoy an excerpt that her input helped to shape. From The Boys of Summer:

Two hours later Jared was pulling his shirt back on when he heard footfalls on the gravel. He turned to see Ash, wide-awake and his usual charming self, striding toward him. 
“Hey, man, place looks good.” 
“Thanks. You meet the new drummer?” 
“Not yet. I saw you guys moving his massive drum kit and beat feet back to bed.” 
Jared’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline. He crumpled the empty cigarette pack in his hand and threw it at Ash’s head. He missed by a mile. Ash grinned at him. 
“What? No way was I moving all that shit in the hot sun. I needed my beauty sleep.” 
“Lazy ass.” 
“So what?” 
“His name is Dustin. He has more bathroom junk than you do.” 
Ash stared at Jared for a minute, slightly nonplussed. “Uh, okay.” 
“I put him in Arden’s room, but there’s no bed in there except that mattress from—” 
“Ugh, that’s nasty.” Ash made a face. “Okay. As soon as he’s done, uh, doing whatever it is he’s in there doing, we’ll go buy a new bed.” 
“Cool. He seems like a nice guy. Kinda quiet.” 
“He looked like a Marilyn Manson reject, but honestly, as long as he can play the drums, I don’t really care.” 
“Well, hopefully I’ll improve your opinion of me over the course of the summer.” 
The voice was deep and sultry. Ash instantly thought of Jim Morrison from the Doors growling “Break On Through” or crooning “Love Her Madly.” Ash hoped he wasn’t blushing as he turned around, but when he saw the vision of total fucking hotness on his front porch, he gave up. Ash’s face went as red as a chili pepper. 
Dustin was a towhead, that uncanny, natural white-blond that some males were blessed with at birth and never escape with age. Even Dustin’s eyebrows and eyelashes were white, and of course, the very first thing that went through Ash’s filthy mind was that Dustin’s pubic hair would be that same wonderful white-blond too. That thought, and the accompanying mental image, gave Ash a raging hard-on. Fuck. 
Aside from the gorgeous color, Dustin’s hair was cut in a skater’s asymmetrical shag, longer on top than it was in the back, and he used some kind of styling gunk to stand it up into an artful pile of spikes. His eyes were toffee brown and positively danced with mischief as he stood on the porch in tight, skinny jeans, an Affliction hoodie, and Chuck Taylor All-Stars. Yup. Ash was hard as granite. 
“Well, goddamn!” Jared said with feeling. “Where’s the little punk I helped with the drums a few hours ago?” 
Dustin laughed and jumped off the porch. He landed in a graceful crouch, standing to stretch like a cat, which made his clothing ride up and showed off a sweet little six-pack, complete with a pierced navel. 
Oh motherfucking hell. Ash was going to have to go inside and adjust. He contemplated the physical tightness of Dustin’s jeans and cocked his head, trying to decide if the hard-bodied little drummer wore boxers, briefs, or—groan—nothing at all. 
“I washed him off. You’re stuck with me.” 
Ash stared, filled with simple but intense desire. Everything about Dustin turned Ash on fiercely, right down to the multiple piercings in Dustin’s ears. 
Jared laughed and looked sideways at Ash, who was unusually quiet. “Uh, Dustin, this is Ash, our singer. Ash, Dustin.” 
Dustin’s gaze devoured Ash from the top down. The singer and leader of the Boys of Summer had skin the color of teak, a tawny dark brown that gleamed in the golden sunshine. Dustin had to put effort into not straight-up ogling the guy, because Ash looked like a hero from some romance cover, complete with long, windswept black hair, fiery dark eyes, and oh-so-kissable lips. 
“You look like a lead singer. Tall, gorgeous, pretty eyes…. Can you actually sing too?” 
Ash’s mouth went bone-dry and his heart pounded like a bongo. Had he heard that right? Did Dustin just call him gorgeous? Ash mumbled something unintelligible. 
Jared stared at him. “Ground control to Ash, you okay over there?” 
Ash looked at Jared, slightly panicked. He could hardly admit to macking on their new drummer in front of the guy. Plus, there was the whole bit about being told he was gorgeous by somebody he wanted to knock down and fuck senseless on the front porch. What was he supposed to say? Tell Jared he was fine except for the massive erection that was currently preventing any blood from getting to his brain and causing a huge case of stupid? Oh yeah, that would go over great. 
Ash managed a vague sort of nod and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He tried to keep his eyes glued to the ground, but it didn’t work. They kept flipping up to gaze at their new drummer. 
Ash jerked his head toward his SUV. “Guess I’ll drive,” he mumbled. 
They were all headed in that direction when Jared’s cell phone rang. Ash’s Sketchers crunching on the gravel didn’t quite mask his growl as he glared at Jared’s retreating back and the phone plastered to his ear. 
“Hey, I can sleep on the floor, if getting a bed is a problem.” Dustin’s concern was audible in his voice. “Or if the money’s the issue, a futon would be—” 
Ash’s beleaguered brain finally clicked on and he turned his attention back to Dustin. “No. No problem. Sorry, man. I just got done with a killer semester. If I space out, or just kind of stare off or something, smack me. It’s totally posttraumatic stress.” 
“If you say so.” 
Ash furrowed his brows as he glared at Jared, still talking on his phone. Damn it, Ash needed a wingman here. He hooked his thumbs in his back pockets and cocked his head, pivoting on his heel before dancing from foot to foot as if music played somewhere. 
Dustin smiled, watching him. Ash’s hair swung around his shoulders as he came to a stop, facing Dustin once again as Jared finally came toward them with an apologetic look on his face. 
“Sorry, guys, I gotta bail on the bed trip. I have to go see a… a friend.” 
“Dealing during daylight hours?” Ash quipped. 
“Damn.” Jared made a face, his voice taking on a very serious tone. “I suggest you tell Dustin that you’re merely attempting to be amusing, because everybody in our band knows that I have no sense of humor whatsoever about being referred to as something so onerous as a purveyor of narcotics.” 
Ash abruptly stopped dancing about, straightened up, and nodded. “Right dude, sorry. So… you gotta go?” 
“Yeah. That was Tracy.” 
“Oh,” Ash said, surprised. “I didn’t know you guys were talking again.” 
“On and off.” 
“I didn’t know she’d finally gotten a divorce.” 
“She hasn’t.” 
Ash cringed. “Jared, man….” 
“Stay out of it, Ash.” 
“Yeah, okay. Just… be careful.” 
“Have fun buying junior there a bed. Don’t embarrass him too badly.” 
“No worries.” 
Jared jogged off to his ancient Bug, leaving Ash and Dust alone. As they drove out toward the shopping mall on the edge of the county line, a comfortable silence filled the SUV. They used the time to size each other up, taking the first leg of the journey for some thorough studying. 
Dustin decided Ash was simply the best-looking man he’d ever laid eyes on. From his long black hair with its natural red highlights, to his rangy hard body that seemed full of childish, happy energy, the lead singer of the Boys of Summer was completely gorgeous. And firmly in his closet, Dustin was sure, which was a problem
Ash, on the other hand, decided he was getting laid tonight. He was going to take a man home, alone, for the very first time. No girls allowed this time. He didn’t want anything distracting him from the unbelievable bounty that was Dustin the drummer. Ash had Plans (with a capital P) for this boy, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he got. Why the hell hadn’t he ever done something like this before? 
“So… thought about what kind of bed you want?” Ash asked. 
Dustin cocked his head and frowned. “The kind you sleep on?” 
“Smartass. I meant, like, a queen, a king, a firm mattress, a soft mattress? You ever try one of those Tempur-Pedic beds?” 
Dustin stared at him with his mouth hanging open. It was kind of cute. Ash wanted to lean over and suck on Dustin’s lower lip, which probably meant he was going to have a car accident if he didn’t stop thinking with his dick and pay attention to the road. 
“What are you, like, the Jacques Cousteau of beds?” 
“We spend a third of our lives asleep, Dust. It okay if I call you Dust?” 
“Sure, I don’t care,” Dustin said, shrugging. 
Ash beamed at him. “I happen to like sleeping, so I have a thing for comfortable beds.” 
“Okay.” Dustin slowly nodded. “What kind of bed do you have?” 
“At the farmhouse?” 
“I have a king-sized double pillow-top that I roll a two-inch layer of memory foam over. It’s not ideal, but it does the job for the summer.” 
“What’s ideal?” Now Dustin was interested, because thinking about how serious Ash was about his bed was kind of hot. 
“The house I live in up in Pittsburgh? I have a California King up there, one of those Sleep Number jobs with separate adjustment areas on each side. It’s on a custom-built spring platform, and it’s fucking amazing. I sleep like a baby every night, even if I’m not wrapped in flesh.” 
“Excuse me?” Dustin choked. 
“Yeah, uh, I don’t like to sleep alone. It’s kind of a fetish. You’d have found out anyway, living with me. It’s not so much a sex thing as a skin thing. I just sleep better if I’ve got skin on either side of me.” 
Dustin stared at him and decided to jump in with both feet and see where he landed. 
“Well hell, Ash. Why are we wasting money on a bed? Why don’t I just sleep in your room?” 
Ash’s heart pounded, and he chose his speech carefully. “Uh, as much as I… appreciate… your offer, you’ll find out pretty quick that our band is really popular. Most of the guys pick up bed-warmers, whether they have sex or not.” At the look on Dustin’s face, Ash’s words spilled out. “I’m not making any assumptions, Dust. What you do is your business. I’m just saying, I don’t doubt you’ll have plenty of offers for—” 
But Dustin interrupted him with the one thing Ash totally didn’t expect to hear. At least, not that way. “I’m gay, Ash. I really don’t think I’m gonna be picking up anybody at a wedding and bringing them home for sex.” 
Ash swung the SUV into the furniture outlet and shut the engine off. He pulled the keys from the ignition and turned to look at Dustin, who sat quietly, staring at him, obviously waiting for Ash’s reaction. 
“Just so you know, I haven’t had any problems picking guys up at weddings for sex. Hell, I ended up with the groom once.” Ash’s face flushed as Dustin’s eyebrows flew up in surprise. “And no, I’m not telling that story. Falling Banks may be a small town, but they aren’t stuck in the dark ages. There are gay couples. There’s even a gay bar.” 
“So you expect me to discover the pleasures of hooking up with small-town gay guys?” Dustin’s voice had a hard, sarcastic edge Ash really didn’t like. 
“That’s not what I said.” Ash looked decidedly uncomfortable. “I’m just saying, if you’re, uh, out, then you should have your own space.” 
Dustin sat back, a contemplative look on his face as he eyed Ash. “I take it, despite your hookups and the fact that you ooze metrosexual all over the place, you’re not out.” 
Ash flushed an even deeper shade of scarlet, but decided it was probably better to have this conversation now. He stuck the keys back in the ignition, started the engine, and flipped the air-conditioning on so they’d have both some air—and some cover—then leaned back and turned to his sexy new bandmate. “No, I’m not. Not down here. Up at school it’s another story, but here at home? No. Jared knows because he lives with me and has seen who I bring home, but since I know he’s a fucking drug dealer, we keep our mouths shut about each other’s business.” 
“You mind telling me why? I mean, no offense, but I knew the minute I saw you.” 
“Knew what?” 
“You’re gay.” 
“I’m not gay.” 
“Yeah, okay, dude, whatever.” With a tired sigh, Dustin completely disengaged from the conversation and turned away from Ash to get out of the truck. God, this guy was so far in the closet, he couldn’t even see the door! 
Ash reached over and grabbed Dustin’s arm before he could open the door. Strange electricity arced between them, pulling a gasp from Ash and stiffening Dustin’s spine. Reacting on instinct, Ash yanked, and Dust bounced across the seat like he’d been shot from a cannon right into Ash’s lap. 
Dustin slapped one hand against Ash’s chest to stop the singer from hauling him any closer, and it only made things worse. Unbelievable heat arced up Dustin’s hand into his arm, drawing a hiss from between his clenched teeth. 
Ash couldn’t think; he hummed with need. He wrapped his fingers around Dustin’s upper arms. Dustin shoved both of his hands into Ash’s chest with a sexy little growl. Their eyes locked, and the wrestling went from a surprised struggle to something downright erotic. 
“Thought you said you weren’t gay,” Dustin said, a little breathless. 
“I’m not,” Ash growled, straining closer. “I’m bi.” 
“Thought you said you weren’t out.” Dustin’s arms trembled and started to weaken. God, Ash smelled good, and he was so pretty…. 
“I’m not!” Four more inches. Just four more fucking inches, and Ash could devour that mouth. 
“You kiss me in the front seat of your truck in broad daylight while they load that sofa, and you will be,” Dustin breathed. Ash whipped his head around. Four men from the furniture store were loading a large sectional sofa into a 4x4 about twenty yards away. Ash immediately let go of Dustin, but couldn’t help raking his eyes over him again. 
Dustin felt the heat of Ash’s gaze and knew he had scant seconds before Ash decided he didn’t care about having an audience. Dust had to stop this now; he just met this guy. 
“Look, Ash, I don’t want there to be any problems between us, and I don’t want to cause any problems with the band.” Dustin scooted back over into the passenger seat. He tugged his hoodie down, and only then did Ash realize Dustin’s shirt had ridden up over his abs. 
Ash bit the inside of cheek to hold back the whimper. “I’m not usually this—” Ash didn’t know how to say it. “Fuck.” He’d never wanted a guy like he wanted Dustin, but if he said that, it sounded stupid and purely physical—which, well, maybe it was. Damn. 
Dustin watched the thoughts flicker across Ash’s face as clearly as if he’d sung them. Dustin had never met a man with a more expressive face. A bolt of lust stronger than anything Dustin had felt in a year struck and left him smoldering. Dustin’s chest seized with actual pain as he recognized the feeling and squashed it flat. He couldn’t afford to take any chances. He was in Falling Banks to play the drums, not find a boyfriend. He took a slow, deep breath to ease the ache in the center of his chest and gazed at Ash. 
“Look, I felt it too, okay? There’s definitely some kind of crazy attraction between us, but I’m shambling here. I played an all-nighter last night, and we still need to buy a bed. Then, if you don’t mind, I need to get something to eat—something, you know, real. Not fast food. Energy drinks stop working after you’ve been using them for a few days, so—” 
“Dude, when did you sleep last?” 
Dustin rubbed his beautiful toffee-colored eyes and offered Ash an exhausted smile. “What day is it?” 
“I am so sorry.” Ash turned the SUV back off and pocketed his keys. “Let’s pick out a bed. I gotta drop your contract and tax forms off at my parents’ house, but we can grab food after that. I promise not to make a run on your virtue until you can appreciate it.” 
Ash’s wink was downright lewd. Dustin took a deep breath and climbed out of the SUV. He followed the tall, sexy singer into the large furniture depot and tried to focus on the rectangles made for sleeping.

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. The Boys of Summer is the first book in the Dust & Ash Saga and is available now on Amazon and Smashwords.

The second book is scheduled to come out in the spring; there are six books in all. To celebrate the first release in the saga, I'm sponsoring a giveaway! There are three ways to enter: like my author page on Facebook, follow me on Twitter, or – if you're already following me on FB and Twitter – leave me a comment about your favorite music to listen to at a wedding reception. I'll be giving away three gift cards, and the winners will get to choose what they'd like to receive!

Winners will be announced on my blog on
September 30th.   

Once again, I'd like to thank Nephy for hosting me and the Boys today. Turn on some music and enjoy the end of your summer!

About Tucker McCallahan:

Tucker McCallahan has been lots of places, seen lots of things, and is still learning new stuff on the regular. Multi-published, bisexual, polyamorous, and slave to a big black cat named Emperor Inka, Tucker is also married, a parent, a long-time member of the LGBT community and a proud educator/activist

eXtasy Party!!

Come along to the eXtasy party on Friday, Saturday and Sunday this week!!

The party will be held at the eXtasy facebook group The Book Carousel and I'm not sure but you might have to join the group to take part. It's worth it though because it's a great little group with lots of information, offers and lively interaction.

There will be fun, games, giveaways, and general feel-good-ery.

I will be there as much as I can, and have a slot on Sunday for my own fun and games, and for any questions and comments you might have. So come along and give me hell.

And if that wasn't enough to get your pulses racing, eXtasy is having a sale

Friday, 31 August 2018

For You I Fall by T N Nova and Colette Davison


Book Title: For You I Fall

Series: Angels & Misfits Book 1

Author: T.N. Nova & Colette Davison

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Colette Davison

Editor: A.C. Minx

Genre/s: MM, Paranormal, Gay Romance

Length: 78 000 words/ 239 pages

It’s the first of the series but can be read as a standalone story.

**Contains explicit language and scenes**


Sometimes you must fall before you can fly free.

Despite having had a rough life, Seth has a big heart. After spending nearly ten years sleeping rough on the streets of New York, he’s managed to get himself freelance work and a place to live. But his new-found security is about to be torn apart, as the horrors of his past come back to haunt him in the worst possible way.

Dante was sent to watch over a young Seth when his mother died. As an angel, he had many rules to follow. The most important of which was to never fall in love—especially when it involves a human who is your charge. For the last ten years, Dante has kept his feelings for Seth hidden. That is until the night Seth’s past catches up with him.

When Seth is murdered, their destinies are changed forever. Feelings and emotions come to the surface, but will the rules that govern the afterlife keep Dante and Seth apart for eternity, or will they be able to find their happily ever after together?

Buy Links - Available on Kindle Unlimited


Seth kept the last cup of coffee, now barely lukewarm, for the man who always sat alone, distant from the rest. There was something about him that mesmerized Seth in a way he couldn’t describe. It was probably the man’s eyes, which were a vivid shade of blue that pierced even the darkest night. He sat on the same bench every night, huddled in a tatty black trench coat.

“Seth.” Blue Eyes nodded his thanks as he wrapped his hands around the cup Seth handed to him.

“It’s not very warm, I’m afraid.”

Blue Eyes shrugged, never taking his gaze off Seth as he sipped the coffee. His dark hair fell to his shoulders in waves, framing his handsome face. His olive skin tone made him appear healthier than the rest, although Seth was reasonably sure that was deceptive. A short beard and mustache helped further define his broad chin and sculpted cheekbones. Seth thought to ask his name, but couldn’t convince the question to leave his lips.

He was always like that around Blue Eyes: tongue-tied and awkward. The man was incredibly gorgeous, and Seth couldn’t help but be physically attracted to him. Maybe in another lifetime, under very different circumstances, he would have the confidence to ask Blue Eyes more about himself; discover the mysteries sparkling in the depths of his eyes. But things were what they were and showing interest in the man was wholly inappropriate. So, instead of asking Blue Eyes his name, he uttered a goodbye and turned to go.

About the Authors

T.N. Nova

T.N. Nova, Terri to her husband and Blazing Zane to her daughter, is the author of contemporary and paranormal gay romance. She's lived in the desert southwest all of her adult life, most recently in Phoenix.

Her guilty pleasures are Minecraft, music, geeky stuff, diet Dr. Pepper, and all things Thor and Loki. She's addicted, so now you know how to bribe her.

Colette Davison

Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairy tale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.

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T.N. Nova

Colette Davison


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Sunday, 26 August 2018

The Bard of Avon

Recently, we went on holiday to Stratford-Upon-Avon, the birthplace of William Shakespeare, otherwise known as The Bard of Avon. In the visitor's center attached to his house there was a list of some common phrases that came from Shakespeare's works. Thought it might be fun to share some,

Remember, all of these were originally penned by Shakespeare.

Henry IV Part I

The game is afoot

Merry Wives of Windsor

As [good] luck would have it

Merchant of Venice

Bated breath

The Tempest

Brave new world

Taming of the Shrew

Break the ice
Refuse to budge an inch


Cold comfort
Knock knock! Who's there?
One fell swoop
Come what may
Fancy free
Many a true word spoken in jest

Henry IV

Eaten me out of house and home 
Heart of gold 

Henry VI 

Dead as a doornail

Henry VIII

For goodness sake


Foregone conclusion ]
Wear my heart on my sleeve

King Lear

Full circle


In my heart of hearts 
In my mind's eye
Make your hair stand on end
Shuffle off this mortal coil
There's method in my madness
Woe is me

The Merchant of Venice

Love is blind

Romeo and Juliet

Wild-goose chase

As You Like I

And thereby hangs a tale
It's meat and drink to me
Lay it on with a trowel
Too much of a good thing

Look out for more Shakespearey things in the near future, here as well as on my personal blog and in my next newsletter.

Wednesday, 15 August 2018

Wednesday Briefs. The Faery of Beacon Lake Part 18

I'm totally cheating this week. None of the prompts really fit into where I am with the story. I'm posting this one

on the tenuous basis that it's similar to the island Bran comes from, which we don't know about yet, but will.

The smell of bacon greeted them as they descended the stairs. The usual sounds of Aggie making breakfast soothed Owen. They were comfortingly family and just what Owen needed. It wasn’t that he regretted what he’d done, at least not at that moment, but it was a heck of an adjustment and he hadn’t quite made it yet. He needed grounding and Aggie was just the person for the job. She glanced up as they entered the kitchen.

“You need to go shopping,” she said shortly, then turned to poke at the bacon and sausages that hissed and spat in her big, cast iron pan.

“Sure. We’ll take a walk down to town after breakfast. What do you need?” Owen poured himself a coffee from the already boiled kettle.

“Not me. Your husband. He needs clothes.”

“Oh. Right. Of course.”

Owen glanced at Bran, who was sniffing at the coffee jar with his nose wrinkled. He was wearing Owen’s jumper and a pair of jeans that were too big. They didn’t look right on him.

“Do you want a cup of coffee?” he asked, distracted by how cute Bran looked.

“I don’t think so.” He put the tin down and brushed of his hands. “I’ve never tried, but it doesn’t smell very nice.”

“Have a sip of mine.” Owen held out his mug, and Bran eyes it suspiciously.

“It’s hot,” he said.

“It’s supposed to be hot.”

“Oh. Then no. I don’t want to drink hot things.”

“Don’t you have any hot drinks at home?”

“Yes, but not like this. I don’t like them though.  I prefer cold water.”

“Just water? Not juice or pop.”

“Pop? You have drinks that go pop? I’d like to try that.” His eyes lit up with interest. “Are they like bubbles.”

“They have bubbles.”

Owen went to the fridge and selected a can of Coke. Aggie wasn’t keen on having it in the house, but Owen liked it so she kept a few cans in the back of the fridge for him. She hid them behind as many things as she could as a discouragement, but he always found them and made sure he replaced them before he left.

Bran jumped a little at the hiss when the can was opened, and he eyed it with deep suspicion.

“Be careful,” Owen said as he handed over the can. “Don’t drink too fast or you’ll get hiccups.”

“Are the bubbles in there?”

“Oh yes, there are plenty of bubbles in there.”

Bran took a sip, and his eyes widened. Then he took another and grinned at Owen. “They pop and fizz in my mouth.” He took a few more mouthfuls, then put the can on the table. “I like the fizzing but it’s too sweet.”

“There are other things you can try. We don’t have any, but if we’re going to town later we can get some.”

“Better you stick to water than put any of those things in your body,” Aggie said sniffing, as she put a plate of large, sausage and bacon sandwiches in front of them. “Full of chemicals. Unnatural.”

Bran nodded sagely. “Yes, I was told about the chemicals. Poisons like they put in the water. Why do
you drink poison?”

Bran gazed at Owen, who was frankly stumped. “It’s not really poison,” he said and Aggie snorted.

“Well it’s not. Not really, but I’m not going to fight with you about that right now. If you want healthy bubbles we can get some carbonated water. It’s just water, but fizzy like the pop.”

Bran brightened. “I’d like that.” He nibbled delicately at his sandwich, sending Owen flirty glances over the top. Aggie sat down with them and tucked in to her sandwich far more heartily. Owen fell somewhere in between, feeling like one of the three bears.

They fell into a companionable silence as they munched, which was broken by a rap on the door. Grumbling, Aggie got to her feet and answered it. Not much surprised Aggie, but her face was shocked as she stepped back and allowed their visitors to enter. Owen gaped in surprise as two of the guards Owen had met the night before struggled through the door, hauling a heavy-looking, ornate chest between them. They laid it carefully on the floor, then bowed courteously and left without a word.

“The dowry,” Bran exclaimed, bouncing like a child at Christmas. “Of course, this isn’t all of it. We get more after five years.”

Kneeling, Bran ran his fingers over the chest, which was about the size of two large suitcases stacked one on to of the other, releasing secret latches. The lid sprung open as did Owen’s mouth. His brain refused to process what he saw.

“But…. But….” he stuttered.

“Close your mouth, boy, you’re catching flies.”

“But…. But….”

Aggie turned her back on him and addressed Bran. “The world’s changed since your folk last walked freely. Men don’t take payment in gold and gems anymore, at least not for what you want to buy. You’ll need a specialist to turn this into something you can spend. It’s all numbers on a screen these days.” She didn’t sound impressed at all. Clearly a chest brimming full of bright gold coins and glittering gems had no affected her in the way it had Owen. That one chest must contain more wealth that he had seen in his lifetime.
How…how much is in there?”

Bran shrugged. “In your world, I don’t know. Hopefully, it’s enough to make a home.” He seemed anxious, thrown by Owen’s reaction.

Aggie snorted. “That’ll see you right for the rest of your lives, no question, but I’ll see you take your time deciding what to do with it. That much money can turn a man’s head and I’ll not have you reckless with a gift like this.”

“G-gift? For you?”

“For us,” Bran said firmly. “To make a place for ourselves in this world. Are you sure it’s enough?”

Aggie snorted again. “You’ll learn boy. For now, finish your breakfast and I’ll lend you enough for shopping until I get this lot sorted out.”

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Tuesday, 14 August 2018

Release Day. Super for You, Bad for Me by Asta Idonea

Super for You, Bad for Me

Asta Idonea

Dreamspinner Press

14 August 2018

60k/200 pages


Struggling actor Oswell Outterridge thinks he’s hit the jackpot when he’s chosen to play a scene opposite his idol, Kane Teague, in a superhero movie. However, things take an unexpected turn when the slime he accidentally ingests gives him telekinetic powers. Then Kane asks him out, against all expectation, and it seems that life couldn't get any better—aside from the little matter of keeping his identity secret from his celebrity boyfriend.

Oswell goes from a nobody with little social life and few prospects for the future to dating the man of his dreams and using his superhuman abilities to defend innocents. Everything is perfect, and it seems he’s finally achieved a happily ever after worthy of the silver screen. But when a supervillain arrives, determined to defeat Oswell and win Kane's affections, everything falls apart. In the ensuing conflict, Kane gets caught in the crossfire, and Oswell faces his toughest fight yet. Can he remain the hero he’s always imagined himself, or will a dark desire for vengeance change him forever?

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Asta Idonea (aka Nicki J. Markus) was born in England but now lives in Adelaide, South Australia. She has loved both reading and writing from a young age and is also a keen linguist, having studied several foreign languages.

Asta launched her writing career in 2011 and divides her efforts not only between MM and mainstream works but also between traditional and indie publishing. Her works span the genres, from paranormal to historical and from contemporary to fantasy. It just depends what story and which characters spring into her mind!

As a day job, Asta works as a freelance editor and proofreader, and in her spare time she enjoys music, theatre, cinema, photography, and sketching. She also loves history, folklore and mythology, pen-palling, and travel, all of which have provided plenty of inspiration for her writing.


Thursday, 9 August 2018

Bride of Fire Series. Book 3 Fevered Longings

Fevered Longings

(Bride of Fire Book 3)

Release Date: 27/07/2018

An exiled princess, a forbidding lord and a bond that ties them together
Never underestimate a princess forged by adversity.
I was sent to die, now I must find the strength to live.
Is Mira brave enough to seize her second chance or has the spark gone out … for good.
Would Mira risk it all for a love that could destroy them both

Sales Blurb
When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. Pity they didn’t care to bless us with anything else.

Mira had hoped she might find happiness in the arms of the Ice Lord. She was wrong. Political forces have driven them apart and the consequences are devastating for the fated mates. Despite all the past hurt and misunderstandings her fever for the infuriating man has not been extinguished, no matter how much she wished it.

Zorren never feared the cold until he’d tasted Mira’s warmth and passion. Mira is his and he is determined to claim her and restore her to her rightful place beside him: on the throne, in his life and in his bed. Now if only the little firebrand would cease her fruitless attempts to drive him away.

With rumblings in the South and conspiracy in the Iceari Court, Mira and Zorren need to present a united front more than ever. Are they brave enough to seize their second chance? Can they rebuild their trust and allow their love to blossom. Or will it be strangled by resentment and stubborn pride?
Publisher’s Note: This fantasy romance contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual scenes set in an apocalyptic world.

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Laughing harder at what a sight we must make, his deep male chuckle joining mine. I leaned against the panel of the doors for support, my breasts rising and falling as I sucked in lungfuls of air. “Gods, you are beautiful.” I didn’t even realize he was talking about me until he was kissing me and I was kissing him back. A familiar heat began to curl through me. “Gorgeous,” he whispered, breathing me in. “Ravishing.” His teeth closed around my earlobe and I melted into a puddle. All my attempts to be aloof were proving laughable but I had no defense when Zorren was just being himself not the mask he showed the rest of the world. Showing superhuman restraint he came up for air seeming to remember he’d brought me here for a reason. “Close your eyes,” his hot breath whispered in my ear. 


Zorren’s eyes softened. “Trust me.” Hesitantly my eyelids fluttered shut and I slipped my hand into his. Zorren led me with a warm and sure grip.

Character Interview

Jane: Thank you for joining me this evening, for the official record can I please have your name?

Mira: Certainly, my name is Mira.

JaneI mean your full name please, it’s not every day that I get interview royalty. My, that was a big sigh, surely a name cannot be that tedious?
                                                                                                                                                                  Mira: Oh, it most definitely can. It must stay between us Zorren cannot know, it would make things even more precarious.

Jane: Of course, you can rely on my absolute discretion.

Mira: I am her Serene Highness, the Crown Princess Nymira of the House Pyria, direct descendant of Fa-Rahzil the first Emperor of Fire, daughter of Princess Eliska of the house Pyria and the Scourge of the West Lord Castro of the house Vatra, granddaughter of Emperor Ageiz II, Defender of the sacred flame, Heiress to the Throne of Flames.

Jane: *Owl eyes* Wow, that is some name.

Mira: Exactly.

Jane: Let’s start with a few easy questions; do you have any siblings?

Mira: No, due to longevity of our natural life spans we do not reproduce easily and as such siblings are rare, but I have a cousin, Xhara, we are like sisters. We were forced to split up when I acted as a decoy so that she could escape.

Jane: I see, and what're your parents like?

Mira: My parents were Princess Eliska of the house Pyria and the Lord Castro of the exiled house Vatra. I barely remember them as they were assassinated when I was very young, but the story of their mating is infamous throughout the Firelands. My mother dared to defy the emperor and fell in love with the enemy. It made things a little strained when I went to live in the capitol.

Jane: Would you say you're someone who can handle pressure?

Mira: I was raised in the court of my aunt, Empress Faustia II, what do you think? Expectations were placed on me from a young age and I learnt how to conduct myself as a member of the royal house, so it takes something exceptional to rattle me.

Jane: Let’s make the questions a bit harder, do you have any enemies?

Mira: I currently have a bounty on my head. The usurper who murdered the Empress, seeks to either kill me or imprison me which forced me to flee North.

Jane: When you fled north you must have been traveling light, what's your most valued possession that you carry?

Mira: When I fled I carried my nation’s most sacred treasure, the sword of the first Emperor. It is priceless. Forged from the metal of a falling star it is the only weapon that allows my line to channel their greatest weapon. The sacred white flame that can burn through anything.

Jane: Your worst fear? You don't have to answer this one if you don't want to.

Mira: Failing to do my duty and not being strong enough to complete the task set to and being an embarrassment to the crown. My power - my inner flame is - lacking. My cousin, the next empress has started to produce the white flame that identifies our line and I..can’ power is mediocre at best.

Zorren: There you are!

Mira: Zorren? What is the meaning of this interruption?

Zorren: You disappeared, again.

Mira: I did not, just because you are paranoid-

Zorren: -and I wonder why that might be? Perhaps because you have a terrible habit of attempting to skulk away.

Mira: I do not skulk!

Jane: Now, surely we can be reasonable now, Zorren please stop icing up my floor, you are causing a health and safety hazard.

Zorren: What is a health and safety hazard?

Jane: It’s where - oh never mind.

Zorren: Do you remember what I said would happen the next time you wondered off, Hellcat.

Mira: You wouldn’t dare and stop calling me Hellcat.

Jane: Mira, please extinguish your hands, that sofa is highly flammable.

Mira: Zorren! Zorren put me down! I am not a sack of grain.

Jane: Apologies readers, we’ve had an unexpected interruption. Mira, has been carried off by one, highly determined Ice Lord and I don’t believe we will be able to reconvene anytime soon. But until that time, happy reading!

Author Bio

When I realised that the world was not hiring for a ‘sarcastic but benign Supreme Ruler of the Universe’ I’ve decided to focus on my passion. By day I work in a UK company’s finance department and by night I become my alter ego Scribble Girl or as my good friends have affectionately dubbed me the 'sex author'. Always armed with a notepad and pen in the black hole I call a handbag, I have been writing never ending stories since the age of 11 and this all stemmed from my love of reading. 

I love reading. Period! 

I’m part of the Harry Potter generation and while waiting between books would literally devour any book I could get my hands on. Let’s put it this way J.K Rowling has a lot to answer for. I adore that there is no end in sight to where your own imagination can take you and that between the pages of a book you are transported to another world. 

Happy Reading! 

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Reviews of the first two Bride of Fire books can be found here

Wednesday, 8 August 2018

Wednesday Briefs. The Faery of Beacon Lake Part 17

Here I am again with my Wednesday Flash. We find Owen in a perplexing situation facing an important question. Is he in love with Bran, or his physical representation.

A sharp rap on the door startled Owen and Bran out of a light doze and they scrambled up to a sitting positing with the covers pulled up to the ears. Thankfully, Aggie didn’t open the door.

“If you two boys want breakfast you’d better get your oversexed arses downstairs pretty damn quick.”

They gazed at each other in shock for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Owen slipped out of bed. “We need a shower, and you need some clothes.”

“I have clothes. I will have clothes…when the dowry comes.”

“Yeah, about that. What is the dowry. That’s like…a present isn’t it? Something a bride takes to her new family to help her get set up.” He grinned. “Ha! That makes you the bride.”

Bran sidled over to him, a strange, smouldering expression in his eyes. “Would you like me to be?” he whispered, pressing his body close to Owen’s, the evidence of his maleness pressing into Owen’s leg.

“To be the bride?”

“To be a woman,” Bran whispered between kisses.

“If I’d wanted that, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.”

“Everyone falls in love with me.”

As they kissed and Owen’s blood heated, Bran ground against him in a way that made him almost lose his mind. Then Bran raised his head and gazed into Owen’s eyes. Panting, Owen gazed back. 

“We should….”

Bran ducked his hair and gazed at Owen from under fluttering lashes. He took Owen’s hand and guided it over the swell of his hip. Owen closed his eyes and breathed deeply, but something seemed slightly off, so he opened them again. Bran smiled, and still holding his hand raised it to cup his—

“What the hell?”

Owen jumped backward, stumbled over his shoes, on the floor behind him, and fell onto the bed. 
Bran took a step forward and Owen scrambled backwards.

“Is…is this what…what you really are?”

“I can be anything you want me to be,” Bran whispered, his voice husky but lighter, sweeter, more feminine. It matched is…other feminine parts.

“Seriously, Bran, if this is the real you…. If you’re really a woman, I can’t…. I don’t know if I can….”

“Don’t you love me, Owen? Me, not my body.”

“Yes, I love you, but…. I’m gay, Bran. Completely.”

Bran observed him thoughtfully, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. Owen waited, trying not to look at Bran’s breasts, or worse, his lack of penis.

“I understand,” Bran said eventually. “Come, let’s shower.” He turned away, leaving Owen dumbstruck.

“Bran? What just happened?”

Bran turned and grinned at him and Owen was relieved to see his maleness had returned. “I wanted to show you the real me.”

Owen’s heart crashed. “So that was the real you? You’re really a woman?”

Bran grinned, and Owen felt like punching him. How dare Bran mock his pain. “No,” Bran said and confusion replaced hurt.

“Then what…?”

“I’m Bran. My body can be whatever I want it to be, but I’m always Bran.”

Owen chewed on his fingernail and frowned. “So, your body can seriously be anything you want it to me? Like could it be a dog or a….”


“Oh shit.” Owen fell back on the bed and covered his eyes with his arm. Bran lay down beside him and stroked his stomach. Owen shivered and he wasn’t sure why.

“You know what I am, Owen. You’ve always known what I am.”

“I thought I did. I-I suppose I don’t know as much about fairies as I thought I did.”

“I’m sorry.” Bran stopped stroking Owen and laid his head on Owen’s chest. Owen’s heart thudded.

“Don’t be sorry, please. You can’t help being what you are.” Owen absently stroked Bran’s hair and he purred. “I know I’m going to regret this,” he said, “but what’s your natural form. I mean…you can change but what’s the base? What are you usually, when you’re not trying?”

Bran was quiet for a while, then he started drawing patterns on Owen’s belly, lightly with his nail. “I don’t know what to say to not make you unhappy. I know what you want me to say – that I’m a male who can change into a female in the same way I can change into a crow. It would be easier to say, but not entirely true.”

Owen’s stomach fluttered, and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Just tell me the truth.”

“The truth? The truth is, Owen Prentis, that I am neither a man nor a woman. I’m not human at all.”

“I know. I know that. You’re fey, I get it, but I thought….”

“No, Owen, you don’t know. You don’t. You look at me and see a man, like you. I took that form for you. When I am on land I can be a man, a bird, a woman, a cat, but when I am home, beneath the water, I am none of these things.”

Owen bit his lip and squeezed his eyes even tighter.

Bran curled into his side and wrapped his arms around him. In a little while, Owen realized he was crying softly and a great wave of emotion broke over him. How often would he do this? How often would he promise he understood, only to have that understanding tested over and over? It shouldn’t matter. The outcome should be the same. He stroked Bran’s hair with purpose.

“I love you Bran. I love you. But please will you stay a man for me?”

Bran raised his head and smiled a watery sile. “Yes.”

“Of course, you can be a bird sometimes if you want. That’s way cool.”

Bran frowned for a moment then grinned, pinched Owen's nipple and fled the bed.

Here are the other flashers this week. They're well worth checking out, there are some fantastic stories being spun