Tuesday, 31 July 2018

The Faery of Beacon Lake Part 16

A slightly more spicy taste of the sea today. This week's prompt was "You're what?"

Bran pushed Owen gently onto his back. “I want to see your button,” he said, then proceeded to stroke his long fingers across Owen’s stomach, dipping into his belly button. “I love it.”

Owen moaned when Bran replaced his fingers with his tongue and lapped gently at the dimple. He stroked Bran’s hair, fighting the temptation to push his head a little lower.

Bran gave a last wet lick, then raised his head and blew gently, sending a shiver through Owen. Bran glanced up, with a wicked grin on his face. Before Owen had a chance to process, let alone react, Bran lowered his head and swallowed him whole. Owen almost lifted off the bed with shock, which was soon replaced by sheer pleasure.

Bran sucked hard, the muscles of his throat massaging the head of Owen’s cock while his sharp teeth grazed the shaft. The slight thrill of danger only made the experience more intense and exciting.

Owen’s hands clasped and unclasped, tangling in Bran’s hair and moans floated from his throat as his hips moved without conscious design. Bran’s sharp fingernails dug into his thighs and the pain only served to kick up the intensity of the pleasure.

“Oh fuck, I… I’m….”

Bran growled, and the vibration thrummed through Owen’s cock, sending him spinning over the edge. He frantically bit his lips, stifling screams, and thrust half way down Bran’s throat although it didn’t seem to bother Bran much.

Owen squeezed his eyes shut as Bran milked the last drops from his rapidly softening cock, then let his teeth scrape the shaft lightly as he let is slide from his mouth. Fireworks flashed on Owen’s closed eyelids and he struggled to catch his breath.

When he’d finally come down, he opened his eyes to find Bran grinning at him in a very self-satisfied way, like a cat who got the cream but was slightly puzzled by the packaging.

“Did you like?” Bran purred, and Owen nodded dumbly.

“Yeah,” he whispered, his voice cracking.

“So did I. Can we do it again?”

“Not now,” Owen said quickly because the way Bran was eyeing his junk it seemed he was about to pounce again and Owen was afraid that if Bran so much as touched is over-sensitized cock, he might accidentally punch him in the face.

“No, not now.” Bran cocked his head to the side and lowered his lids to peep at Owen through his lashes. “Is it my turn now?”

Oh God that voice is so damn sexy. It’s filty.

Owen tried to emulate Bran’s slow smile but was pretty sure he didn’t pull it off half as well. “Sure is.”

Despite feeling as though the bottom half of his body had been liquidized, Owen hauled himself up and straddled Bran. Bran gazed up at him with his eyes so full of…something, that Owen’s heart stuttered. He was so beautiful. So perfect. How the hell had Owen wound up here, with someone like him?

After lingering for a long while, drinking in Bran’s beauty and tranquillity, Owen was compelled to kiss him. When he was near sated, he slid down, peppering kisses over Bran’s torso and belly. Bran made soft little moans and appreciative sounds as his muscles twitched.

Bran’s smell was like nothing Owen had smelt before. It wasn’t musky like the other boys he’d been with, but sweet and salty, like fresh breezes over the sea. He tasted salty too, with a touch of cinnamon and spice. Oh god it was so different, so good.

Owen took his time, licking and sucking at Bran’s balls, then licked his way up Bran’s shaft, revelling in the way Bran’s thigh’s trembled, hot under his hands. Before he took the head into his mouth, 
Owen glanced up and his breath caught in his throat. Bran was spread out over the bed, his glorious hair fanning under his shoulders. His arms were thrown over his head and his lips were parted and plumped from kissing. He looked well and truly debauched.

Smiling, Owen lowered his head and gave it his best shot.

Watching Bran come unravelled beneath him unravelled something in Owen. Until the last moment, when he had to lower his eyes to give his complete focus to the job in hand – or rather mouth – Owen kept his eyes on Bran’s face, and beautiful body, and slowly something alien and strange crept into his mind, gradually filling him, until he didn’t know whether he wanted to scream, laugh or weep.

When Bran cried out and filled his mouth with a burst of hot salt and cinnamon, Owen collapsed and sobbed against Bran’s stomach.

Almost immediately Bran buried his hands in Owen’s hair and tugged gently.

“Owen? Did I hurt you? Did you not like the taste of me? What did I do?”

When he was able to move, Owen crawled up Bran’s body and held him tightly, his face pressed into the crook of Bran’s neck.

“I’m…” he mumbed, his lips touching Bran’s hot skin.

“You’re what?”

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered and felt rather than heard the vibration of Bran’s laugh.

Sniffing, Owen raised his head. “Why are you laughing? It’s not funny. It’s not supposed to happen like this, not so deep, so fast. I can’t explain it. I just know I love you.”

Bran stopped laughing. “I don’t know what it’s like for humans,” he said carefully, “but we know what love is and what it isn’t. When it is it can grow or fade, but it is always love. When it isn’t then nothing will make it so. I love you Owen. When we grow old together the love will grow and deepen but it will never change at its heart.”

Owen smiled and sniffed. “It sounds so easy when you say it.”

“It is. It’s all the other things humans worry about that make it complicated.”

“What other things?”

Bran shrugged. “You’re the human. You tell me.”

Owen had no answer, so he simply kissed Bran again.

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REVIEW: "A Dance for Two" and "A Dance for You" by Colette DAvison

Title: A Dance For You
Author: Colette Davison
Cover Artist: Colette Davison
Publisher: Self Published
Genre(s): MM, Contemporary Gay Romance
Length: Approx. 64,000 Words

Warning: Contains explicit language and sex scenes including mild and consensual BDSM


New job, new city: Mason hopes both will lead to him escaping burnout as a ballet dancer. Not living out of a suitcase anymore is a bonus. His new life gets off to a steamy start when he encounters his new neighbour, David. Things soon become complicated when Mason turns up for his first day at BalletEast, to discover that David is not only his choreographer but the man who inspired him to take up dancing in the first place.

With two divorces and a string of failed relationships behind him, David has no intention of promising ‘forever’ to anyone. But when he meets Mason, he falls hard and fast for the enigmatic young dancer. As David becomes more serious about Mason, he wants to open his lover’s eyes to the kinks that he enjoys.

Whilst the two men are navigating the early stages of their romance, Mason is facing immense pressures in the rehearsal studios that threaten to dampen his natural enthusiasm for life. Will David’s love and support be enough to help Mason continue to hold his head high and dance like he’s never danced before?

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A Dance for Two

Adam and Luc’s story was a joy to share. The author did a great job of drawing two very different characters, coming from very different perspectives. At first glance one might think Adam and Luc couldn’t be more different but they are actually rather similar in personality. Both give their all to their chosen careers, both have made huge sacrifices to do what they think is right and both like to have the upper hand – of themselves and each other.

I loved that the story revolved around a dance school and we got such a fascinating glimpse into what it was like, and what it took to run one. There are so many little details that make the story come to life.

The thing I like best about the book is how real and honest the characters are. None of them are perfect. They all have their hang-ups and prejudices, but they play off each other to make the whole situation and all their actions feel logical and unforced. The author allows the story to unfold at its own pace, with the tension coming from the dynamics within the people and the family rather than outside influences.

One thing I struggled with a little and that was the way Luc had treated Adam in the past. He’d turned against him at a time when Adam really needed him to be there for him, then he’d run out on him altogether. Although Luc has a reason for this, it still isn’t an excuse, and to be honest there were times when he was still a dick to Adam. When we were introduced to Luc I was ready to invest and to like his character, but as the book progressed I lost some of that and my sympathies lay squarely with Adam. I’m not saying that’s a flaw in the story, in fact it adds more to the appeal and the sense of honesty within the characters.

The only criticism I can make of the book as a whole is that it could feel a little stiff and/or preachy at times, especially when Luc was talking to Adam. Nothing significant or near enough to pull me out of the story, but notable.

The secondary characters were almost as well drawn as the two main characters. I loved Adam and Luc’s parents. They were so warm and loving but there were enough hints with regard to their personalities, especially grumpy Ken, to make their reactions at the end, both good and bad, feel natural and not forced, as were the boys’ reactions.

I took to Mason straight away, which is just as well as I went on to read his story in book two, and I would love, love, love to go for a drink with Luc’s boss.

All in all this was the kind of book that is perfect for a holiday, or curling up on a cold dark day with a snuggly blanket and glass of wine. It’s definitely not fluff. There’s enough sex to spice things up, enough tension to keep you awake and interested and enough humour to make you smile. There are plenty of feels along the way.

I highly recommend this book.

A Dance For You

This is the story of Mason, to whom we were introduced in A Dance for Two. It’s not necessary to have read the previous book to enjoy this one as there are only brief mentions of events and people from Book One. Adam appears, but only in the same capacity as Mason had in his story.

Whereas A Dance for Two is set in a ballet school, A Dance for You is set in a ballet company. Again, we are given a flavour of what it’s like to be the new person in a ballet company. There is some resistance and a jealous bully, but mostly there’s hard work and commitment. There are tantalizing glimpses of technical work and a much broader brush of the richness of being a dancer in classical ballet. It doesn’t hurt that they’re staging A Midsummer Night’s Dream which is by far my favourite Shakespeare play. Also, Mason is playing Puck, my favourite character.

Mason is everything I love in a character – young, pretty, bouncy, talented, full of life but also of doubts. He tends to overthink everything, which is something I’m very familiar with.

David is very different. He’s twice Mason’s age, so has twice his experience. He’s a much calmer and more grounded character and I liked him very much. He’s the perfect foil for Mason’s ceaseless energy.

Due to the fact David is the choreographer of the ballet, and technically Mason’s boss, and given 
Mason is the new guy, they decide to keep the relationship low key and that is far more difficult for Mason than David. I love that David is very understanding and empathetic regarding this.

As well as all the lovely details about the ballet company, this book has the added depth that David is a Dom and very much wants Mason to be his sub. Mason has no idea about any aspect of BDSM and David leads him into it gently. It’s great to see their trust and love grow naturally and organically. Nothing feels forced about the character development or the relationship development, although I have to say there were times where the narrative lapsed into exposition and preachiness. Again, it wasn’t something I think detracts too much from the story and certainly not jarring enough to pull me out of it, but it was there and it was noticeable.

In this book, there was a bit of a villain and I do so love to have someone to hate.

This one is a bit spicier than the first book, with the added BDSM element, although it’s very light. 

Again, it’s a good book to read on holiday, or when cosied up by the fire. A gentle unfolding of a jolly good yarn with enough sex to spice it and enough drama to keep it interesting, while still being well grounded and honest.

I would highly recommend this book.

About The Author

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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Saturday, 28 July 2018

July Newsletter and Outstanding Giveaway

My July newsletter is on its way as I type. For a chance to win a signed copy of Upstaged: Opening Act, as well as any ebook from my backlist and a £5 Amazon gift card (made possible because no one has entered any of the previous giveaways, so don't get too excited for next month if someone wins this time), simply leave a comment on this post. Bonus points will be awarded to anyone who posts a picture of a hot man, especially if they're my type. A hint as to what that might be is included below 

Friday, 27 July 2018

Beastly Businessmen and Guitar Gods

Asta Idonea
NineStar Press
23 July 2018
60,000 words

They say magic doesn’t exist in our modern age. But is that really true?
Without magic, how could a stolen guitar or a lost shoe lead to love?
What could spark romance at a workplace assessment, or turn a mean-spirited monster into a man?
Six fairytales and myths receive a contemporary MM twist in this collection of stories, which prove that sometimes the mundane can be magical too.

Dragged Into Love (Þrymskviða)
When Theo’s landlord steals his guitar in lieu of overdue rent, he tells Theo he will only return the instrument if he can go on a date with Theo’s twin sister. With Fran less than willing to play along, Theo is left with one option: to go in her place.
Love’s Code (Ariadne and Theseus)
In order to keep his job, Andre must pass an examination. However, his unspoken love for fellow programmer Eren proves a constant distraction, as does the identity of a mysterious benefactor who offers helps along the way.
Guessing Games (Rumplestiltskin)
A little white lie, told in his job interview, won Sasha his dream role. Only now he faces a pile of work he doesn’t know how to complete. When someone comes along with a solution to his dilemma, he is thrilled. But what price will he have to pay
Assignations and Ultimatums (The Strange Elopement of Tinirau)
Hunter and Ross are deeply in love, but Ross’s father is intent on setting him up with undesirable, yet powerful, older men. That’s bad enough, but the situation worsens when the latest of these potential partners turns out to be Ross’s boss.
Lost and Found (Cinderella)
Attendance at the company’s masquerade ball is compulsory. Cillian intends a swift departure once his presence has been noted, but he changes his mind when a dashing stranger asks him to dance. Love is in the air…until he uncovers the man’s identity.
A Debt is a Debt (Beauty and the Beast)
Dunstan Griffin is not a man accustomed to letting a debt slide. Therefore, when Alfred Siskin offers the EA services of his son, Wynn, in lieu of payment, Dunstan accepts. He intends to make the most of his new worker, but soon his desires change.


Author Bio & Links

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.

Wednesday, 18 July 2018

Wednesday Briefs. The Faery of Beacon Lake Part 15

A little reminder. What are Wednesday Briefs. They are short stories, or parts in an ongoing series, of no more than 1000 words, posted every Wednesday by an array of talented LGBT authors.

They are usually written around a prompt which are supplied by the lovely Julie Lynn Hayes. Lately though I've lost the plot a bit so this week I don't have a prompt to promise you, only another installment in the lives of Owen and his fairy husband.

When Owen woke the next morning, it was to sun streaming through the window directly onto the bed. He was boiling, but just as he was about to throw off the covers, he realized he was not alone. His waking sense of calm and tranquillity vanished instantly, flooded out with memories of the previous night.
Bran was curled up in a tight ball, facing away from Owen toward the wall. The covers were tucked tightly around him and he clutched them under his chin with hands that, even in sleep, held on tightly. Rising on one elbow, Owen gazed down at his new husband. Oh shit. He balked from thinking about that. For now, Bran was his…what? Boyfriend? Lover? Hopefully. He smiled and brushed a long lock of white hair back from Bran’s face. Bran whimpered softly and curled even tighter, if that were possible. Owen frowned. What was Bran dreaming of that made him so tense?
The answer wasn’t too difficult to find, but more difficult than it ought to have been. Owen felt like a complete dick. From the very start he’d made this all about him. What he wanted. What he felt. What he was comfortable with. He’d barely spared a moment thinking of Bran. Had he really thought that one conversation would have settled Bran into a comfortable acceptance of his new life?
Bran was a stranger in a strange land. He must be frightened or at least apprehensive, so tense he couldn’t relax even in sleep. It was time Owen stopped being so selfish. It’s not as if it would be a hardship having Bran around. Here in his room, in the bright light of day, some of the ephemeral feyness had vanished to be replaced by a softer but more substantial beauty. Even though the blue tinge had faded from Bran’s skin, it was still almost unnaturally pale, alabaster pure even in bright sunlight.
Unable to resist, Owen touched Bran’s hair. It was so soft and before he knew it, Owen was stroking it, caressing Bran’s head. Bran murmured and shifted slightly, rolling his face toward Owen. Owen gently stroked Bran’s cheek, the skin cool and smooth under his fingers. He watched, entranced as his fingers explored Bran’s face, then trailed over his hair to the swell of his shoulder, nudging the covers back as he did so. Bran sighed and turned onto his back. When Owen glanced up, Bran’s eyes were open.
“Good morning,” Owen said softly, freeing some hair that had stuck to Bran’s cheek and tucking it behind his ear.
For a moment, Bran simply stared at him, then his lashes fluttered and he rubbed his face against Owen’s hand that hand lingered on his cheek. A much happier sigh escaped Bran as he covered Owen’s hand with his own and kissed the inside of Owen’s wrist. “Yes,” he whispered raising his gaze to meet Owen’s.
Owen gazed into the two clear, blue pools and felt as though he were falling. “You have such beautiful eyes.”
Bran smiled. “No. In my world everyone has blue eyes. Sometimes green like the sea. But you… Your eyes are green like the land. Like the leaves of trees, or grass, or flowers. It’s yours that are beautiful. “He lowered his lashes coyly then glanced up again, a light flush warming his cheeks. “Like you.”
“I’m not going to fight you over whose eyes are the prettiest,” Owen said. “I can think of much better things to do.”
“The Lady will hear.”
“The lady? Oh, you mean Gran. Don’t worry, she’s usually out by now. And if not….” He grinned. “We’ll be quiet.”
“We weren’t quiet last night.”
“Then we’ll have to try harder. You can start.” Owen slowly drew back the covers, exposing more and more pale, perfect skin. Bran lay still, hardly seeming to breath as he gazed up at Owen. The only sounds he made were little sighs when Owen reverently stroked his shoulders and chest. His arms encircled Owen and drew him down into a long kiss.
Without raising his head, Owen swept the covers off entirely furthered his gentle exploration. Bran arched into him, his breath hitching. He was so responsive. Owen couldn’t wait to see him completely unravel. His balls ached with anticipation.
Owen moved his kisses down over Bran’s neck and shoulder, brushing his long hair out of the way. When he reached Bran’s nipple, he swirled his tongue around the pert little nub and Bran moaned. He nipped it gently and Bran gave a kind of strangled squeak. “Sorry. Sorry,” He whispered, putting a hand over his mouth.
Owen laughed. “You’re so silly. You don’t have to be completely silent. We’re married now, remember. If Aggie has an issue with sex, then tough on her. She’s going to have to buy earplugs.”
Bran’s eyes widened. “But….” His words were cut off my a moan when Owen pinched his nipple.
“That’s better.” Owen grinned a wicked grin, then went back to licking Bran. He was quickly becoming addicted to his taste of salt and spice. He licked a trail down over Bran’s abdomen, but something wasn’t quite right. It puzzled him, and put him off his stride. Raising his head, he caressed Bran with a heated gaze, that stopped at his abdomen.
“You don’t have a belly button.”
Bran raised his head, as Owen traced lazy circles over his belly.
“A button? No? Do you have button? Do you….” Bran squirmed, and Owen laughed.

“No, we don’t open. At least not there. We’ll talk more later.”

Now, off you go to read the rest of the briefers and see what they have on offer this week. We're a very mixed bunch

Friday, 13 July 2018

Project X - Prequel

Project X, a New Adult book previously published by Wayward Ink, has received a thorough overhaul and will very soon be released by Extasy Books.

Matthew things Morgan is a bastard. Morgan is trying to persuade Matthew to change his mind. Cory sees things from both perspectives but is torn.

As a brief teaser, I've written a very short teaser which introduces you to the three boys a few months before the novel starts. The prequel is free from Extasy

Wednesday, 11 July 2018

The Faery of Beacon Lake Part 14

A little reminder. What are Wednesday Briefs. They are short stories, or parts in an ongoing series, of no more than 1000 words, posted every Wednesday by an array of talented LGBT authors.

They are usually written around a prompt which are supplied by the lovely Julie Lynn Hayes. Lately though I've lost the plot a bit so this week I don't have a prompt to promise you, only another installment in the lives of Owen and his fairy husband.

“When you two boys have stopped fooling around, perhaps you would take your husband to bed before he freezes solid at the kitchen table.”
Owen seized up. “Bed?”
“Did you think he was going to sleep on the hearth like a dog, boy?”
“N-no. Of course not. I…. No.”
Bran was cold in his arms, but the shiver that went through him had nothing to do with the weather. Owen was pretty sure Bran was thinking just about the same thing he was.
“Do you want to go to bed?” Owen whispered against Bran’s hair.
“Oh yes,” Bran whispered back.
Owen glanced up and caught Aggie with a soft expression on her face as she watched them. As soon as she noticed, her face hardened  and she frowned at him.
“Just sleeping mind. I may be old but I’m not deaf.”
His cheeks blazing, Owen took Bran by the hand and led him upstairs.
Bran wandered around Owen’s room, peeping into cupboards and opening drawers.
“There’s not much to see,” Owen said from his vantage point on the bed. He lay at ease against the pillows with is arms behind his head. He shivered when Bran bent to sniff whatever was in Owen’s bottom drawer. Owen readjusted himself and made a mental note to get Bran some pyjamas; to get them both some. For the moment, Owen had compromised by slipping on a pair of boxers, but Bran had refused point blank and Owen didn’t blame him. They were way too big. But that meant Bran was naked, and naked Bran was a real distraction.
Bran straightened and gave Owen a shy smile. “It’s so different.”
“Not what a faery prince is used to, I guess.”
“No. There’s so much more colour. I like this one.” He picked up one of Owen’s sweaters and rubbed it against his cheek. Owen thought the sweater was ugly. Orange marl, like someone had tipped a jar of marmalade on it. He could see why Bran might like it though. From what he’d seen so far the predominant colours of Bran’s world had been blue and sea green. There would definitely not be much fire under the lake, and to be fair the jumper did make him think of flames – if he squinted.
“You can have it if you want.”
Bran’s head jerked up. “I can? But it’s yours.”
“And I’m giving it to you.”
Bran beamed and hopped up onto the bed, still hugging the jumper. He crawled up to Owen, who was frozen with something like fear, and kissed him in a purely joyful, unsexual way. Owen’s arms moved automatically to cradle Bran’s slight form against his body and before he knew it the nature of the kiss changed, and his body flushed hotter than the imagined fire.
Bran moaned softly against his lips and buried his long, slender fingers in Owen’s hair, massaging the back of his neck, idly and melted into the kiss.
Pulling Bran closer, Owen caressed Bran’s back as Bran slid over him, tangling their bodies, cool skin against hot.
Bran’s breathing hitched, and Owen panted. He flipped over, pinning Bran under him, straddling his thighs. Bran gazed up at him, his expression startled but so open it took Owen’s breath away. For a moment, all he could do was stare at the breath-taking beauty beneath him. Bran lowered his eyes, looking coy and fire surged up through Owen’s gut. With a moan, he lowered himself onto Bran and took possession of his mouth. Bran echoed his moan and arched up to meet him. They rolled together, and the fire was about to carry Owen away when a loud banging startled him. He froze.
“I told you, just sleeping,” Aggie’s voice called up the stairs. She gave a few more thumps on the ceiling, probably with the handle of the brook, then a shocked silence descented.
Bran began to snigger. Owen couldn’t help but follow suit and in moments they were laughing joyfully in each other’s arms.
Owen sobered and gazed at his husband. My husband. Bran stilled, the smile fading from his lips to be replaced by a pensive expression. Owen smiled and brushed the hair away from Bran’s face.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “She goes out a lot.”
Bran’s smile was hesitant. “It will be alright, won’t it?” he said tentatively. “All this. I didn’t think. I…. It’s very different, and there are people. Many people.”
“Don’t worry about any of it,” Owen said, pulling the duvet around them. “I’ll take care of you, I promise. Yes there are people, lots of people and we’ll have to go back to the city eventually, but we have all summer to get you used to that, and I’ll always be there with you.”
“I wish I could show you my world.”
“Maybe one day.”
Bran smiled softly. “Maybe.”

Settling down, with Bran’s head tucked into the crook Owen’s arm, neither took long to drift to sleep.

Now, off you go to read the rest of the briefers and see what they have on offer this week. We're a very mixed bunch

Friday, 6 July 2018

REVIEW Alpha Blaze by Quinn Michaels


Both will betray the pack. Can they save each other?

In the Louisiana bayou, the bond between alpha and omega burns hot and dangerous.

Kevin was a beautiful contradiction of vulnerability and fury wrapped in pure sex appeal.

"It was all I could do to hold my wolf in check. If I pushed too hard, I'd lose. I couldn't afford to lose Kevin. Already, this omega had become precious. I hadn’t come here to find a mate. That didn’t matter. The omega was mine and I was his, whether we liked it or not."

His name was Blaze, and Kevin was playing with fire.

"Our eyes met. It was just dinner. Blaze kept to the boundaries of our agreement, but I wanted more. I’d never felt this way about an alpha. Blaze was everything I wanted and everything I couldn’t have."

Alpha Blaze is an action-packed mpreg romance novel of 64,000 words with hot werewolf bikers, bad language, smutty-times, knotting, and men who get pregnant. Warning: this book contains a tough-as-nails omega struggling to overcome a painful past (incl. rape trauma and miscarriage) and a strong, sensitive alpha who will do anything to win his omega’s heart.

If you love your mpreg romance with a dollop of angst and a healthy helping of action, start reading Alpha Blaze today!


Alpha Blaze by Quinn Michaels 4*

The Scions are a nasty biker gang/werewolf pack, who are involved in plenty of shady dealings including drugs and racketeering. Blaze is an alpha, infiltrating the ranks of the Scions, trying to find out if Red, pack leader, is intending to go to war, or what else he might have up his evil little sleeve. One of the things Blaze finds, that surprises him very much, is his fated mate, Kevin, Red’s nephew. Poor Kevin has been abused by Red (not sexually) since the deaths of Kevin’s parents when he was a child. Kevin is cowed but not broken and he has plans of his own.

I liked the characters of Blaze and Kevin right off the bat. It would have been easy to make them caricatures – Kevin the downtrodden, abused omega, and Blaze, the knight in shining armour. Whilst both were true, that’s not all they were. Kevin had a backbone, a brain and a smart mouth. Blaze had darkness and enough negative qualities, such as hot-headedness, jealousy and even pettiness, to almost throw things off their track once or twice. In other words, the characters were well rounded and believable. There were other very “real” characters of note, of which I liked Carlos and Ricky best, two opposite ends of a scale.

There were a lot of quirky “extras” that brought a touch of spice to the recipe. In particular, the other omegas were a pretty mixed bunch. They all had their very individual characteristics. My only complaint is that the author engages in too much physical description in “list form”, that sometimes come quickly, one after another.

Some of the characters, however, did straddle or even fall over the line into caricature. Jeremy was just too evil, and Red wasn’t entirely believable. Some of the plot points were also a little strained.

That being said the book was a solid read, with good pacing and decent editing. It was smooth and exciting, and the story carried me through from beginning to end.

If you want something just a little bit different from the usual Alpha/Omega, or even if you just want a nice dollop of escapism, then this is definitely the book for you.

And if you enjoy the book, the author has a special treat for you because he’s released a very short Epilogue that picks up with Kevin and Blaze a few months later, just to check in on how they’re getting along.