Virtual Book Tour – With or Without You by Zane Riley

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Oh My Shelves welcomes to the blog,  Zane Riley author of With or Without You, the follow up to his debut novel, Go Your Own Way. 

OMS: Hi Zane, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

ZR: Hi! I’m Zane, and I’m a queer transgender writer from northern Virginia. Currently, I’m in the process of packing up to move to Washington state, so I’m pretty busy at the moment, but also very excited. I’ve been writing since I was a little kid, although I didn’t get truly serious about it until college when I switched my major to Creative Writing.

With or Without You is my second novel and a sequel to my first. It continues Will and Lennox’s story as they finish up their senior year of high school. As they begin to learn how to navigate their growing relationship, Will plans for his future in college while Lennox struggles to accept that his future is more than surviving until the next day. They each begin to forge their own paths only to realize that the futures they each want may lead them away from each other.

OMS: What is the most satisfying thing about being a writer?

ZR: Watching your characters go out into the world, both their world and our own. It’s so wonderful to get a message from someone who loves this character or relates to that character. Getting to see the impact these characters can have on real people is very rewarding. I know how much characters in my favorite books have impacted my personal life or my view of the world, and to be able to do that for someone else is a wonderful gift.

OMS: Do your characters ever take over your writing and make the story go somewhere you hadn’t originally planned?

ZR: Did you mean Lennox? Because this question embodies my entire writer-character relationship with Lennox McAvoy. I’ve usually go two or three options set out before him, but until I get to that moment where he decides his path, I honestly don’t know what he’ll choose. This character has been with me for six years now, so I’ve definitely grown to trust him and his uncertainties, but it can be hard to let him fully take the reins sometimes. With Lennox, you have to. You, as the writer, have to let go of your outlines and expectations, and let him guide his story. In order to know what he’ll do, you have to take the journey with him.

OMS: How did you celebrate the release of your book?

ZR: With my first book, Go Your Own Way, I spent all day working and then went out to dinner for my mother’s birthday. Her birthday was a few days before that book release. This time around I’m packing up the last of my belonging to move out to the west coast. I’m pretty excited, both for this book and the move, but I’ll be super glad when all of my stuff isn’t in boxes anymore!

OMS: How did you come up with the idea for this book?

ZR: This is a question I’m notoriously bad at answering, in part because I never really have an epiphany with my Go Your Own Way series. A lot of my stories take time to build up on their own. Story ideas are like building houses to me. You start from the ground up, and take a lot of time and hard work before you’re ready to drywall or move in furniture and the like. Story ideas are like that. Go Your Own Way started with me considering what it truly meant to be a bad boy and how to humanize such a character.

OMS: Have you ever written naked?

ZR: I can honestly say I haven’t, or at least if I have I was too drunk to remember it. Since I’ve only been drunk twice in my life so far, I’m going to say I haven’t since I remember most of those nights. Personally, I don’t think I ever could write naked unless I was intoxicated. I’d be too worried about someone barging in on me.

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~Excerpt~

The band room was empty when he pushed the door open, but the piano was set up like it was almost every afternoon these days. Only Mr. Robinette and a music stand littered with sheet music was absent.

   “Hello?”

   The silence struck Lennox as odd, but as he sat down he also realized how strange it was to announce himself. So much had changed since the first time he’d snuck in here to play on his own. Now he was auditioning for some college he still couldn’t fathom.

   To make Will happy. And maybe a little bit for himself.

   “Ah, I wondered if you were going to show up.”

   Mr. Robinette was behind him, the door to his office now wide open. He’d taken off his tie and undone a few buttons on his shirt like he did most afternoons when they practiced.

   “You just want to play it through a few times or mess around with something else?”RC

   Lennox took a seat at the piano, but didn’t both opening his bag. He’d memorized the piece he was playing by Valentine’s Day and now, almost two weeks later, he could write it out measure for measure on blank sheet music. But playing it was becoming repetitive. For two hours, three times a week, almost nonstop with the same four pages and nothing else.

   “I’d rather try something new. That piece is getting a little old.”

   Mr. Robinette smiled and pulled a chair up beside him. “I had a nightmare the other night and it was the theme song while I ran around a haunted house Scooby Doo style.”

   “You didn’t catch a ride in the Mystery Machine, did you? I’ve always wanted that van.”

   “I’ve got a lunch box version of it. It doesn’t fit much though because it’s too narrow. Anyway, play what you want. I’ll be here until about four-thirty, so it’s all yours.”

   As Mr. Robinette returned to his office, Lennox pulled what had become his music notebook out of his bag and opened it to the latest page. He’d taken to composing during class when he should have been taking notes, especially calculus where he had no reason to pay attention anyway.

   The latest page was a tune he’d come up with while the other kids had been tapping their pencils and erasing answers. Every moment of his life carried a rhythm, a melody, and an emotion he could create with, and his notebook was becoming a testament to that. He played through everything he’d jotted down over the past few days, but after several rounds he kept coming back to one. It was a piano version he’d tried—and mostly failed—to create of one of the songs Will had played on a loop a few weeks ago.

   “I’m getting ready to lock up!”

   Mr. Robinette’s voice carried out of the office and into the band room. A few minutes and several jingles of Mr. Robinette’s keys later, the office door was shut and Lennox was closing the cover on the keys.

   “That last piece you were playing, was it a cover?”

   Lennox shrugged as they headed for the door.

   “It was supposed to be. Didn’t sound much like the song.”

   “Well, the others did. They were all really good, even the ones that weren’t covers.”

   “Uh, thanks.”

   Lennox watched him at the door to the parking lot for a moment. He’d been a great help over the last month—all year if Lennox was honest. Mr. Robinette had believed in him in his own way since school had begun, and thanks to him he had a decent shot at this audition.

   “Thanks for… all of this. I actually feel like—just thanks.”BannerTemplate

   Mr. Robinette gave him a genuine smile and patted him on the shoulder.

   “You’re very welcome. Let me know how it goes when you get back, okay? I’m rooting for you. Got all of my fingers and limbs crossed. You deserve the chance. Don’t doubt that or yourself.”

   “I-I won’t.”

   It was funny to have so many people believing in him after so long. Happiness was a strange feeling as well. Until he’d let Will into his life he couldn’t remember how to capture such a feeling in his chest and keep it there.

 


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Release Date: July 21, 2016
Pages: 348 • Cover Artist: Colleen M. Good
Published By: Interlude Press
Purchase Links:
Interlude • Amazon • ARe • Smashwords • iTunes • Indiebound • B&N

Sequel to ‘Go Your Own Way’

In the much-anticipated sequel to Go Your Own Way, high school seniors Lennox McAvoy and Will Osborne pick up right where they left off—navigating the tumultuous waters of a new relationship and dealing with Will’s disapproving father.

When a violent incident forces Lennox to give up his independent ways, he must come to terms with his past just as Will is grappling with his future. As Will’s college plans become reality, will Lennox have the courage to go after the opportunities he doesn’t think he deserves?WOWY fullspread (web only)


Tour Dates & Stops:

21-Jul: Parker Williams, Unquietly Me, Louise Lyons, Joyfully Jay, Velvet Panic

22-Jul: Bayou Book Junkie, Sinfully Addicted to All Male Romance, Outrageous Heroes

25-Jul: Havan Fellows, Gay Media Reviews, Nephy Hart, Happily Ever Chapter

Badge26-Jul: Oh My Shelves, Kirsty Loves Books, Dawn’s Reading Nook

27-Jul: MM Book Escape, My Fiction Nook, Prism Book Alliance

28-Jul: MM Good Book Reviews, Book Lovers 4Ever, Open Skye Book Reviews, BFD Book Blog

29-Jul: Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Inked Rainbow Reads, Boys on the Brink Reviews

1-Aug: Alpha Book Club, Love Bytes

2-Aug: Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews, Butterfly-O-Meter

3-Aug: V’s Reads, Molly Lolly

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About Zane Riley

Zane Riley is a queer transgender writer and cat lover recently relocated to Portland, Oregon. Go Your Own Way is his first novel.

Virtual Book Tour – Into the Blue by Pene Henson

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Oh My Shelves welcomes author Pene Henson to the blog with the release of her first novel, Into the Blue – Available now – and answer a few questions for us.  

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OMS: How do you feel about e-books vs print books?

PH: I’m happy to read anything in any form, honestly, so I lean both ways. Ebooks are so practical and all right here with me; print books are so easy to read and pretty and can be loaned and admired.

OMS: What process did you go through to get your first book published?

PH: It was a little bit magic with a lot of work afterwards. Interlude Press’ managing editor enjoyed some of my fan-based work. She took the time to share it with her business partners. They emailed me and asked me to pitch a novel.

I’d never considered I would write a book but who says “no” when asked to pitch a novel!!?? My surf boys and their family and their love of the ocean came fully formed in my head. Fortunately all three of the founders were excited. One started sending me pictures of surfers as inspiration.

Of course, then the hard work started.

OMS: How do you find or make time to write?

PH: I’ve essentially given up washing my hair and drinking – two things I rather like – in order to squeeze every second out of the day. And I wake up at 4:30 most mornings to fit time before the kids wake up. It’s a constant struggle.

OMS: Name one person who you feel supported you outside of your family members?

PH: I have to name two. Two of my writer/reader/editor friends, Misha and Cameron, spent hours of their lives alternately cheering me on, telling me how commas work, and making my novel better.

OMS: Tell us about a book you’re reading now.

PH: I’m reading Truth by Peter Temple. It’s strongly written Australian crime. I’m also always reading a couple of Jane Austen books and some queer romance.

 

~Excerpt~ 

Across from them, one of the Brazilians plays guitar. Ollie doesn’t recognize the song even when a couple of others sing along. The beach is wider and the sand finer than on RCthe North Shore, but every beach is a little like home. Ollie misses the Blue House; he misses the surf and the palms and the shoreline he knows so well. He misses Jaime and Sunny and Hannah. Still, though he’s as far from home as he’s ever been, Ollie’s comfortable. These are his people, too. He leans back on his arms and looks up into the dark.

He’s watched the night sky since he was a little kid, but down here in the Southern Hemisphere he doesn’t recognize the hundreds upon hundreds of stars. The Southern Cross is up there. Ollie tries to orient himself.

Tai shifts toward him, then looks up and follows Ollie’s gaze. The warmth of Tai’s body settles into Ollie’s heart, grounds him. Ollie leans into him a little, and their arms brush to the elbow. The contact simmers in the air between them.

Unexpectedly, Ollie knows what he wants. “Come back to the hotel,” he says quietly to Tai. He pitches his voice low. It hums across the tiny space between them. No one else can hear him over the pounding surf and the sound of the music. It’s easy to be bold in the dark of a beach where Ollie’s never been before. He’s shocked by that same boldness.


Into the BlueInto the Blue by Pene Henson
Release Date: July 7, 2016
Pages: 236 • Cover Artist: C. B. Messer
Published By: Interlude Press
Purchase Links:
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Tai Talagi and Ollie Birkstrom have been inseparable since they met as kids surfing the North Shore of Oahu. Now they live with their best friends and Ollie’s kid brother in a pulled-together family, all of them piled into a run-down beach house. They share cooking, bills, and the saltwater running in their veins.

Tai’s spent years shutting down any feelings for Ollie. They’re friends. Their family depends on them. But with Ollie off on his first world tour and his dreams of a pro surfing career finally within reach, their steady world shifts. Is the relationship worth risking their friendship, their family, their dreams, for a chance at something terrifying and beautiful and altogether new?


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7-Jul: Havan Fellows, Louise Lyons, Hearts on Fire

8-Jul: Outrageous Heroes, Unquietly Me, Dawn’s Reading Nook

11-Jul: Love Bytes, Kirsty Loves Books, Bayou Book Junkie

12-Jul: Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews, MM Good Book Reviews, Butterfly-O-Meter

13-Jul: Oh My Shelves, Boys on the Brink Reviews

14-Jul: Molly Lolly, Happily Ever Chapter

15-Jul: Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Sinfully Addicted to All Male Romance, Prism Book Alliance

18-Jul: MM Book Escape, Making It Happen, Velvet Panic, BFD Book Blog

19-Jul: Book Lovers 4Ever, My Fiction Nook, V’s Reads

20-Jul: A.M. Leibowitz, Alpha Book Club

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About Pene Henson

Pene Henson writes queer romance. A published poet, her first novel INTO THE BLUE is coming from Interlude Press in July 2016.

After time in New York and San Francisco, Pene has been back in Sydney, Australia for the past ten years. She lives with her wife and their two unstoppable children. She squeezes writing into painfully early mornings and late nights.

Her writing draws from time watching the ocean, from reading about outer space, from fandom, from considering surfers and footballers and indie bands and science and the prettiest places in the world. She’s interested in how unfamiliar places change people’s hearts.

Book Blast – Hector and Steele by AC Katt

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~Excerpt~ 

Hector Gomez answered what he thought to be a domestic violence call. The neighbor who called it in sounded hysterical. As the Sheriff of Sandoval County, he took too many calls for domestic abuse. They usually involved alcohol or drugs but something in his cop’s gut told him this was different. He pulled into the driveway, got out of his Explorer, and saw a wild, glassy-eyed man standing on the rock-strewn lawn, waving a gun, and beating a ten-year-old kid about his body. The man wasn’t drunk, he was high. He had the kid on the ground, kicking him in the ribs, groin, and legs with steel-toed boots. The gun waved threateningly in the child’s face, which the kid tried to protect with waif-thin arms.

The man and the youngster appeared to be of Hispanic origin. The boy had rolled up in a ball in the front of the house, clothed in nothing but holey blue jeans and a thin T-shirt. Although only mid-November, New Mexico was experiencing an early cold snap due to the enormous El Nino build-up in the Pacific. He jumped from his Explorer and quickly shouted at the man to step away.

“I’m going to kill you, you little faggot.” He pulled the trigger as the boy tried to roll away. He fired the gun a second time, barely missing the boy.

Gomez’s backup, Deputy Edwards, fired a warning shot. The man turned to Edwards and pointed the gun. Hector shot the weapon out of his hand. The man fell next to the boy and spit in the kid’s face. After Edwards helped him separate the man from the boy, Hector instructed him to call a bus and the Children, Youth, and Families Department.RC

“Take him to UNM Sandoval. After the medics are through with him, book him and hold him for arraignment on attempted murder, child abuse, child endangerment, resisting arrest, and anything else you can think of to throw at him.”

While waiting for the second bus so the EMTs could take the kid to the hospital, he got a blanket from his trunk and draped it around the boy whose chest heaved with sobs.

“What’s your name, son?” Hector knelt and put his arm around the boy’s shoulders.

“Matteo. Matteo Pena.”

A woman at the storm door shouted obscenities in Spanish, prominently featuring the word maricón, a derogatory term for gay.

Suddenly, a small boy of about five came barreling out of the house and threw himself onto the older boy. “What did he do to you? Are you okay? You can’t leave. You can’t leave me alone with them.” He sobbed as he held on tight to his brother.

“I demand that you let me take my younger son back into the house. Felipe, come.” She grabbed the kicking and screaming child, gave him a casual slap, and dragged him back through the door.

“Matteo, Matteo, please. You can’t leave me here.”

The brother, clearly fearful and still sobbing, raised his face to Hector. “What do I do? She’ll take this out on Felipe, and he isn’t strong enough to handle her or him.”

Hector put his arm around the kid’s shoulder again. “Your father, such as he is, will be in the county lockup, at least for the night. We can figure things out in the morning. I won’t let him hurt your brother.”

“But she will. She isn’t as strong as him, but she’ll use the belt to hurt Felipe for coming out of the house.” The boy’s chest heaved as tears ran down his cheeks unchecked. “Why was I so stupid? Now Felipe is going to get punished, and it’s my fault. They weren’t supposed to be home.”

The kid turned his head toward the little boy still crying at the door. “Felipe, don’t get into trouble. I’ll come get you. I won’t leave you alone for long.”Hector Gomez answered what he thought to be a domestic violence call. The neighbor who called it in sounded hysterical. As the Sheriff of Sandoval County, he took too many calls for domestic abuse. They usually involved alcohol or drugs but something in his cop’s gut told him this was different. He pulled into the driveway, got out of his Explorer, and saw a wild, glassy-eyed man standing on the rock-strewn lawn, waving a gun, and beating a ten-year-old kid about his body. The man wasn’t drunk, he was high. He had the kid on the ground, kicking him in the ribs, groin, and legs with steel-toed boots. The gun waved threateningly in the child’s face, which the kid tried to protect with waif-thin arms.

The man and the youngster appeared to be of Hispanic origin. The boy had rolled up ina ball in the front of the house, clothed in nothing but holey blue jeans and a thin T-shirt. Although only mid-November, New Mexico was experiencing an early cold snap due to the enormous El Nino build-up in the Pacific. He jumped from his Explorer and quickly shouted at the man to step away.

“I’m going to kill you, you little faggot.” He pulled the trigger as the boy tried to roll away. He fired the gun a second time, barely missing the boy.BannerTemplate

Gomez’s backup, Deputy Edwards, fired a warning shot. The man turned toEdwards and pointed the gun. Hector shot the weapon out of his hand. The man fell next to the boy and spit in the kid’s face. After Edwards helped him separate the man from the boy, Hector instructed him to call a bus and the Children, Youth, and Families Department.

“Take him to UNM Sandoval. After the medics are through with him, book him and hold him for arraignment on attempted murder, child abuse, child endangerment, resisting arrest, and anything else you can think of to throw at him.”

While waiting for the second bus so the EMTs could take the kid to the hospital, he got a blanket from his trunk and draped it around the boy whose chest heaved with sobs.

“What’s your name, son?” Hector knelt and put his arm around the boy’s shoulders.

“Matteo. Matteo Pena.”

A woman at the storm door shouted obscenities in Spanish, prominently featuring the word maricón, a derogatory term for gay.

Suddenly, a small boy of about five came barreling out of the house and threw himself onto the older boy. “What did he do to you? Are you okay? You can’t leave. You can’t leave me alone with them.” He sobbed as he held on tight to his brother.

“I demand that you let me take my younger son back into the house. Felipe, come.” She grabbed the kicking and screaming child, gave him a casual slap, and dragged him back through the door.

“Matteo, Matteo, please. You can’t leave me here.”

The brother, clearly fearful and still sobbing, raised his face to Hector. “What do I do? She’ll take this out on Felipe, and he isn’t strong enough to handle her or him.”

Hector put his arm around the kid’s shoulder again. “Your father, such as he is, will be in the county lockup, at least for the night. We can figure things out in the morning. I won’t let him hurt your brother.”

“But she will. She isn’t as strong as him, but she’ll use the belt to hurt Felipe for coming out of the house.” The boy’s chest heaved as tears ran down his cheeks unchecked. “Why was I so stupid? Now Felipe is going to get punished, and it’s my fault. They weren’t supposed to be home.”

The kid turned his head toward the little boy still crying at the door. “Felipe, don’t get into trouble. I’ll come get you. I won’t leave you alone for long.”


Hector and Steele-HighResHector and Steele by A.C. Katt
Series: New Mexico Series, Book Two
Release Date: June 21, 2016
Words: 54,033  • Cover Artist: Lex Valentine
Published By: Decadent Publishing
Purchase Links:
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FBI Special Agent Steele Adams has been living with Sandoval County Sheriff Hector Gomez for six months. They are occasional bed partners. Then one afternoon Hector gets a call for a domestic dispute that leaves a bad feeling in his stomach. He arrives to find a man, obviously high on meth, waving a gun around, kicking, beating and shooting at a ten-year-old boy lying on the rockscape of the front lawn. The father goes to lock up but when Hector tries to take the boy, his younger brother, Felipe, runs out screaming for Matteo not to leave.

Both children are seriously abused by their cruel, drug addicted parents and Matteo has been taking care of his brother for years. Hector is a certified foster parent and he winds up asking for and receiving both boys into his home. In falling in love with the boys, Hector and Steele realize how much they love each other. Everyone is safe and happy until the Penas’ get out on bail.


Tour Dates & Stops:

Parker Williams, My Fiction Nook, Bonkers About Books, Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews,

Bayou Book Junkie, The Jena Wade, V’s Reads, 3 Chicks After Dark, MM Good Book Reviews,

A.M. Leibowitz, BFD Book Blog, Full Moon Dreaming, Outrageous Heroes, Book Lovers 4Ever,

Happily Ever Chapter. Molly Lolly, Making It Happen, Charley Descoteaux, Dawn’s Reading Nook,

Havan Fellows, Alpha Book Club, Three Books Over The Rainbow, Oh My Shelves, Kirsty Loves Books

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About AC Katt

AC Katt was born in New York City’s Greenwich Village. She remembers sitting at the fountain in Washington Square Park listening to folk music while they passed the hat. At nine, her parents dragged her to New Jersey where she grew up, married and raised four children and became a voracious reader of romantic fiction. At one time she owned over two thousand novels, until she and her husband took themselves and the cat to New Mexico for their health and its great beauty.

Now, most of AC’s books are electronic (although she still keeps six bookcases of hardcovers), so she never has to give away another book. AC is a late bloomer, however, she claims to have found her niche writing LGBT romance.

She hangs out at ACKatt.com and ackattsjournal.com; where she keeps her blog. To get snippets of new releases and Works in Progress subscribe to AC Katt’s Kattery by sending an e-mail to mlhansel@gmail.com.

Book Blitz – Snare by Erin McRae and Racheline Maltese

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Title: Snare

Authors: Erin McRae and Racheline Maltese

Publisher: Torquere Press

Cover Artist: Kris Norris

Release Date: 6/22/16

Heat Level: 4

Pairing: M/M/M Ménage

Length: 26,800 words

Genre/Tags: Gay fiction, paranormal, urban fantasy, menage, M/M romance

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Synopsis

When Elliot Iverson, a municipal employee responsible for paperwork pertaining to New York City’s vampire population, knocks on the door of the Gramercy warren, he wants only to resolve a clerical error. But a sudden snowstorm, a new friendship, and an ill-advised threesome force Elliot to make some big choices about his own life and death.

Excerpt

When Matthew pulls open the door, a blast of wind and snow swirls in. The snow is piled up on the stoop, and as they watch some of it crumbles onto the carpet of the foyer. The street is drifted with white and all Eli can see is billowing white globes of snow around each of the streetlamps.

“Okay, there’s no way you’re leaving,” Matthew declares, pushing the door shut again and cutting off the frigid stream of air. Eli’s glasses fog up again, but only briefly, and once they’re clear he sees Matthew turn to regard him thoughtfully. “Even if the subway’s still open it’s going to take you forever to get home. Do you want to stay for dinner?”

As he asks, he leans forward and puts his hand over Eli’s where he’s gripping the strap of his bag.

All at once, Eli realizes that he is in a house with Dead people and vampires; that if the trains are down he has effectively no way to get home; and that he’s being propositioned.

“Oh my god,” he says. This is entirely the thing his mom had fretted about, at length, when he announced his intention to move to New York. Because con-artists, homosexuals, anarchists, and vampires. It’s her worst nightmare. Maybe there are drug dealers here too.

Matthew tips his head curiously.

“Oh my god,” Eli says, more frantically. “Oh my god. I can’t get home.”

“Yeah?” Matthew asks, nonplussed.

“Horror stories start like this!”

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Meet the Authors

 

Erin McRae and Racheline Maltese write the LGBTQ Hollywood romance series Love in Los Angeles (Torquere Press) and the theater-based Love’s Labours series (Dreamspinner Press). Their work has also been published with Cleis Press and Supposed Crimes.

Erin is a writer and blogger based in Washington, D.C. She has a bachelor’s degree in International Relations from the University of Toronto, and a master’s degree in International Affairs from American University where she studied the role of social media in the Arab Spring.

Racheline’s fiction, non-fiction and poetry has appeared in numerous outlets. She is also a producer and writer on Serial Box Publishing’s Tremontaine (available in print from Simon & Schuster’s Saga Press).

Together, they write stories and scripts about the intersection of private lives, fame, and desire.

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Blog Tour – Set Me Free by Kitty Stephens

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Oh My Shelves welcomes author Kitty Stephens to the blog with the release of her first book, Set Me Free – available now – indulges us with a short interview, gives us a glimpse into the story and offers a giveaway.

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OMS: Hi Kitty, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

KS: My name Kitty Stephens. I currently reside in Ohio, with my husband, my son, and our three guinea pigs. I’ve been an avid reader since I was very young and started writing when I was around nine or ten. Once I had internet access, I became active in fan communities and started posting my work on various fan sites. Set Me Free is my first book.

OMS: Why did you choose to write LGBTQ stories?

KS: I started out writing in fan communities and wrote about a few male/male couples. I realized that I enjoyed writing that dynamic and continued it into my original work.

OMS: What inspired you to write your first book?

KS:I wanted to write something for Interlude Press’ Summer Love anthology, so I was inspired by the beach and the idea of falling in love for the summer, but also what would happen if the relationship went past the summer.

OMS: When and why did you begin writing?

KS: I started writing stories with my brother when I was young and then delved into writing in fan communities as a teenager. I’ve been writing off and on in some capacity for the last 25 years. I started writing because I was one of those kids who wanted more from the stories I was reading. The idea of how things could change just by tweaking one element in a story was fascinating.

OMS:What are you current projects?

KS: I’m currently developing a pitch for a YA book series about a high school LGBTQ club.

OMS: Off topic: What secret talents do you have?

KS: I’m not sure how secret it is, but I read really fast. As a child, I used to frustrate my parents by finishing all my library books (all 50 of them, the max you could check out) in just a few days.

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~Excerpt~

They found a secluded spot to sit off the main drag and scarfed down pieces of pizza and people-watched. Aaron had been full of nerves earlier, but Lucky put him at ease. He had that way about him.

“I’ve got a few minutes left,” Lucky said when they finished their food.

They got up, sipping at their drinks as they made their way through the crowd back toward Lucky’s booth. It was now or never. He had to ask, had to get the words out, or miss his shot.

“Can I ask you something?” Lucky spoke up before Aaron could. Maybe Lucky would… Aaron held his breath, nodding. “It might sound weird.”

“Sure,” Aaron replied, his heart beating a little faster. He had no idea what was coming now; what could Lucky possibly want from him? A kiss?RC

“Can you take your picture for me?”

Aaron blinked at him. Lucky tilted his head off to one side and Aaron turned his head the same direction. His gaze landed on a photo booth, realization sinking in. His mouth fell open, unsure what to say. It was a little weird because they barely knew each other, but also flattering.

“I’d really like to draw you again.” Lucky seemed slightly embarrassed. “I mean, I could take pictures on my phone if that’s better for you, but that seemed creepier somehow.”

Aaron couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped at Lucky’s words, even as the idea of Lucky drawing him again and again left him breathless. “Um,” he managed to get out, glancing around at the crowd. A familiar blonde head caught his eye and he nearly choked.

Was Lyn at the carnival? Wasn’t she supposed to be with their mothers?

Aaron pulled Lucky by the hand into the photo booth and slid the curtain shut.

Lucky slid money into the slot as they sat down. His breath caught as Lucky’s hands touched his face gently. “Like this,” Lucky whispered, turning his head to the side. The camera flashed. Lucky’s fingers turned his head to the front, pulling away just in time for the camera to go off again. Once again, Lucky’s fingers turned his head to the side, only now he was facing Lucky, staring deeply into his eyes.

Aaron tried not to hyperventilate as he held Lucky’s gaze. The camera flashed for the last time but neither of them moved.

“Go out with me?” Aaron suddenly blurted out. He had to do something or he might do something even more insane, like kiss Lucky. Aaron so wasn’t ready for that yet. Lucky’s eyes widened and he smiled.

“Sure,” Lucky drawled after a moment. “When?”

 


Set Me Free 1600px FRONT (Smashwords, Amazon)Set Me Free by Kitty Stephens
Release Date: June 9, 2016
Pages: 256 • Cover Artist: CB Messer
Published By:  Interlude Press
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Aaron Ledbetter’s future had been planned out for him since before he was born. Each year, the Ledbetter family vacation on Tybee Island gave Aaron a chance to briefly free himself from his family’s expectations. When he meets Jonas “Lucky” Luckett, a caricature artist in town with the traveling carnival, he must choose between the life that’s been mapped out for him, and the chance at true love.



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Kitty Stephens’ writing aspirations date back to her childhood, when she and her brother would make up stories about characters in their favorite books. She eventually started writing stories in online fan communities, and majored in English at Ohio State University. She lives in Ohio with her husband and son. Set Me Free is her first novel.

Book Blast – Alexei’s Mouse by A.C. Katt

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~Excerpt~

Moscow,

February

Four years ago

 

Ominous dark gray clouds rolled in. Snow came down as small ice pellets that cut like glass shards on the skin. They swirled around the mourners as they stood over the twin coffins. A northeast wind blew over the loup garou cemetery outside of Moscow. It cut through the thickest coats and scarves. Alexei Davidoff shivered in his beaver coat and hat. His Enforcers lowered the bodies of his former Chief Beta and his Beta’s Mate into the ground. Newly joined, they were dead for the crime of being gay and holding hands in a public square in Moscow.

“This cannot stand. There has to be an answer to this, someone has to stand up against these thugs.” Alexei moved his platinum hair off his face. His navy blue eyes flashed both anguish and resolve.

“The perpetrators were human, one of the government’s army of gay bashers, Alpha. There is nothing we can do. We cannot harm a human, and the government gives us no recourse to law.” The Beta shook his head.

“When is the next protest?” Alexei paced across the icy ground in front of the graves.

“Tomorrow at noon, in the square,” Vasily Yudin, Alexei’s new Chief Beta said reluctantly.

“I will be there.” Alexei watched Vasily’s expression. His body folded in on itself in resignation. Alexei knew Vasily realized it was useless to argue. He saw that his Alpha had made up his mind. Alexei could tell his Betas were scheming to mitigate the damage.

“We’ll go with you, Alpha.” Vasily gestured to Grigory and the six Enforcers in the funeral party.

“No, I will go alone.” Alexei clenched his fists and set his jaw in defiance.

“Alpha, it’s dangerous. We can’t let you go alone. If the FSB picks you up, there is no guarantee that the council will be able to negotiate your release. Please, both Grigory and I think you should let us and the Enforcers go with you, or you should stay at home. The FSB under the current president is worse than the KGB that preceded them. Peter and Sasha wouldn’t have wanted you to put yourself in danger. There is no helping them now.”

“I cannot let this go unanswered, Vasily. The man who did this wasn’t even arrested despite the fact that I reported the assault. I must protest to the authorities. We have an obligation to try to right this wrong. He was one of mine, one of my household, my personal staff. I am responsible.”

“But, Alpha, we can’t let you go alone into a dangerous situation,” Grigory persisted. “We would be shirking our duty as your Betas if we let you go alone.”

Alexei Ivanovich Davidoff straightened his spine and spat. “I will lose no one else to the government. As your Alpha, I am ordering you to stay away.”

“Alpha,” Vasily got on his knees in supplication.

Alexei put up his hand to silence his Beta. “I will hear no more of this. I will lead the demonstration tomorrow.”

Vasily and Grigory hung their heads in defeat.

* * *

March

Three Years Later

 

“I don’t think I can make it,” Alexei said as he attempted to walk out the front gate of the gulag to the waiting car.

“Let Grigory and I help to hold you up.” Vasily and Grigory each put an arm under one of his shoulders and half-walked, half-carried him to the car.

They strapped him in the back and Grigory spent the twelve hours it took to get to the dacha trying to hold his Alpha up so he wouldn’t fall where he sat.

When Vasily and Grigory finally got him into the dacha, Vasily’s mouth hung open in shock when he took off his Alpha’s coat. Their six foot six, two-hundred-pound Alpha weighed less than one hundred forty pounds.

“What did they do to you?” Vasily asked, tears pouring down his face.

“I was caged most of the time I spent in the gulag. They tortured, beat, and defiled me daily, all because I’m gay and dared to report Sasha’s and Peter’s deaths, and point to who was responsible.”

“They call it prison now, Alpha.”

Alexei sighed wearily, “In modern Russia, they call it a prison. But I’ve been alive long enough to remember Stalin, Khrushchev, and Brezhnev’s slave labor camps. They can change the name but it’s still the gulag to me.”

“Alpha, you need to make the change. It will erase your scars and after you’ve changed a number of times, your injuries. It will take a while. Your injuries are severe.” Grigory helped Alexei into a roughhewn chair.

“I can’t change. I don’t have the strength.” Alexei put his head in his hands.

“Katya, Boris, something to eat for the Alpha, right away.” Katya ran to the kitchen and brought back some borscht.

“Finish this, Alpha. You have to eat constantly so your stomach can extend again.”

Grigory and Vasily knelt in front of their Alpha. Vasily spoke, “We’ve been pleading with the First for three years. The council finally negotiated your early release on the condition that you emigrate once you recover. We took the liberty of contacting Alpha Daurensbourg, from Saskatchewan and the Central US…”

“I am aware of Etienne Daurensbourg. He is a friend.”

“The council arranged for your emigration and that of your household. Alpha Daurensbourg will receive you in New York and already purchased a seven-floor townhouse and nine two-bedroom apartments for our people in New York City. Grigory, I, and our Enforcers will emigrate with you along with Boris and Katya.”

“But I have no funds, and you have families here. There I will no longer be an Alpha. I won’t be able to care for you.”

“You are our Alpha,” Vasily said with a stubbornness he had not shown to Alexei before. Alexei narrowed his eyes.

Alexei didn’t fight the emigration, only their participation. Vasily continued, “That’s the beauty of this course of action. Alpha La Farge, who was the North America’s Second, is no longer an Alpha. He is an Omega scrubbing Siberian toilets and can’t make the change. They sent him here eighteen months ago to die in disgrace for kidnapping The Alpha Mate. You have blood right to his territory in Colorado. Alpha La Marche has it now. I know he finds the packs fractious because he has no blood tie and they want one of their own. I’ve made inquiries. He’ll give it to you and you can become Second in North America.”

“I don’t want to be Second, Third, or Fourth for that matter. I can’t save the world. I learned that lesson the hard way. I will see my old friend Etienne Daurensbourg and maybe he can help me find a place to go. I have no funds…”

“Excuse me for the interruption, Alpha, but you do,” Vasily said with some satisfaction.

“As your factotum, Boris handled your funds. He put all of your accounts overseas as soon as the government started its campaign against homosexuals, only leaving enough rubles in Russia for operating expenses. As soon as they arrested you, he liquidated the rest of your investments and wired the funds to our London banker who in turn, had them sent them to The North American Alpha for safekeeping. Alpha La Marche reinvested everything. The American Stock Market has done very well. You are worth ten times what you were before and it’s all protected from the Russian government.”

“We bought first-class tickets to New York flying Air France on a nonstop flight to JFK where Alpha Daurensbourg will meet our party. Alpha Daurensbourg would have sent his jet, but the Russian government refused entry. However, Alpha Daurensbourg obtained green cards for the whole household. It’s all arranged for as soon as you are able to travel,” Grigory added.

It took until November for Alexei to regain his health and put on enough weight to have the strength to make the change that would take away the scars from the constant whippings. He still had some internal bruising that would only go away with time. Alexei needed rest, food, and a place to recover. But, even many transformations couldn’t take away the psychological damage the gulag caused, the malaise of the soul. For that, Vasily thought his Alpha needed a miracle. As soon as Alexei could bring out his wolf, Vasily and Grigory had their Alpha and his party on a plane to America. It was right before Yule.

* * *

At Alpha Daurensbourg’s urging, Armand La Marche, the Chief Alpha of North America, gave Alpha Alexei Ivanovich Davidoff the territory of Colorado and a seat as Fifth on the Loup Garou Council of North America.

“You were Second in Russia, Fifth is an insult,” Vasily complained.

“No, it’s not. I’m grateful. I’m tired of tilting at Russian windmills. I need time to gather my strength and clear my mind. I have a place waiting for me at Garou as the officer in charge of Research and Development once I’ve fully regained my health.”

“You’re entitled to…” Grigory sputtered.

“I’m entitled to nothing. I was born in Russia. My mother was a citizen of the United States. She never filed for American citizenship for me when I was born. It was too long ago. I’d have to forge papers and with my accent, they would know I’m Russian which in the current climate, is not a good thing. I have a green card. I can become an American. For once, I’m going to be able to do the job I trained for. I have degrees in three kinds of sciences. Research and Development is where I belong.” Alexei sighed. “I don’t want anything else.”

“Your status…”

“If you are upset about the reduction in my status, go work for the new Russian Second.” Alexei’s face turned hard.

Vasily bowed his head in supplication baring his neck. “No, Alpha, we’re yours. Whatever you decide to do, we will go with you. I just wanted you to have options.”

“I’m taking an option. I’ll be Fifth and grateful for the consideration. I’ll leave the politics to Armand. Obviously, he’s better at it than we are. Although there has been some resentment, miraculously gay bashing is now a hate crime in the United States, against federal law, and gay marriage has become legal.”

 


AlexeisMouse_432Alexei’s Mouse by A.C. Katt
Series: Werewolves of Manhattan, Book Five
Release Date: May 20, 2016
Words: 64,118 • Cover Artist: Lex Valentine
Published By: MLR Press
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Alexei Davidoff suffered three years in a Russian labor camp where he was tortured and defiled daily. Alexei knows suffering on an intimate basis. He’s rescued by Armand and Etienne members of the North American Council of werewolves. His household came with him from Russia and all of them are worried that Alexei will go back and challenge both the government and the Russian First.

Then early one morning Alexei goes jogging in Central Park in an effort to get back his strength to fight the Russian First. He finds a prostitute on a park bench covered in newspaper and not moving. Bearing in mind his recent ordeal Alexei decides to help the boy. He lifts up the newspaper and finds a needle hanging out of his arm. The boy is dying of an overdose and he’s Alexei’s Mate.


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AC Katt was born in New York City’s Greenwich Village. She remembers sitting at the fountain in Washington Square Park listening to folk music while they passed the hat. At nine, her parents dragged her to New Jersey where she grew up, married and raised four children and became a voracious reader of romantic fiction. At one time she owned over two thousand novels, until she and her husband took themselves and the cat to New Mexico for their health and its great beauty.

Now, most of AC’s books are electronic (although she still keeps six bookcases of hardcovers), so she never has to give away another book. AC is a late bloomer, however, she claims to have found her niche writing LGBT romance.

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Virtual Book Tour – In The Present Tense by Carrie Pack

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Oh My Shelves welcomes author Carrie Pack to the blog to celebrate the release of her new book, In the Present Tense, and share a character interview with us. 

OMS: Hi Carrie, thank you for coming on the blog today.  Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

Hi. I’m happy to be here. In the Present Tense is my second novel and my first foray into Sci-Fi. Time travel is a favorite trope of mine, so I wanted to write something that did the genre justice, but with a new twist. In the Present Tense is about Miles’s struggle to fix his past by changing his future.

 

******Character interview: Miles Lawson******

 

  • What’s your job like?

Miles: I do some copy editing for my friend Darius’s blog. It’s sporadic, which is good because I never know where or when I’m going to be. He doesn’t know anything about my time travel problem, so I constantly have to make excuses when things are past deadline. He just thinks I’m sick a lot.

  • Would you rather be respected or feared? Why?

Miles: Respected. I hate nothing more than being treated like a child or told my opinions don’t matter. I want to be valued. People who fear you don’t respect you and they certainly don’t value you you. They just want you gone. Sometimes I think people in my life don’t respect me enough and that terrifies me.

  • What’s your favorite book?

Miles: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Is it cliché for a time traveler to love a book that relies so heavily on time travel? If it is, I don’t care. I’ve been obsessed with time travel since I was a kid and the more I experience temporal displacement the more I want to learn about it. Even if that’s in a fictional setting.

  • If you could go anywhere, all expenses paid, where would you go?

Miles: I think I’d really like to visit the Pacific Northwest. I’ve lived in Florida all my life and I’m sick of the heat and humidity. Sure I know it rains a lot there, but I’m used to being damp. And I want to get as far away from here as I possibly can without getting on a plane.

  • Tell us a bit about yourself.

Miles: My life is a mess. I time travel and it screws up everything. I think my wife believes me. Maybe my ex-boyfriend will believe me. I don’t know if my psychiatrist believes me. Some days I don’t even think I believe it.

~Excerpt~ 

 

Miles sat there and tried to make out shapes and colors in the dark room as he searched his brain for a memory of anything.

Nothing looked familiar. His desk, his drum set, the sheets—all gone. Not one thing looked the way it had when he’d fallen asleep, and Ana certainly hadn’t been in his bed.

He tried to replay the previous day’s events, but everything seemed fuzzy, like a fogged bathroom mirror that he couldn’t wipe clean.

Why was everything so fuzzy?RC

Last night… What happened last night?

Adam had come over and they were watching TV together, and Adam had given him a small stuffed giraffe because Miles was scared about having surgery. He reached for his left arm, expecting to find the cast that had been there for the last two months, but it wasn’t there. His heart began to beat so loudly he glanced over at Ana to make sure she was still asleep.

Unable to determine what had happened to his cast, Miles resumed his tally of the previous evening’s chain of events. At around ten-thirty, his mom said Adam had to leave because they had to get up early to go to the hospital. He had taken his pain meds and gone to sleep with the phantom of Adam’s goodnight kiss on his cheek. He’d been happy.

He’d gotten a text from Ana earlier in the evening, but she was only wishing him luck with the surgery. She hadn’t come over. In fact, as far as Miles knew, Ana had been several hours away in her dorm room. 

So how had she gotten into his bedroom? And who had changed his sheets?

He threw off the covers and stood up, noticing he was only wearing a tight-fitting pair of boxer briefs instead of his usual basketball shorts.

He looked around the room for anything familiar, but it was still dark out, and all he could see were shadows and vague shapes. On the dresser opposite the bed, he found a few framed photos. Squinting to see without turning on a light, Miles studied the images carefully.

As his eyes focused, he recognized a couple of the photos. One was from last year’s prom: Adam wearing that ridiculous corsage Miles had bought him, Ana being dipped by her date, David, as all four of them smiled widely in front of a cheesy faux tropical scene. One of the frames held a collage of photos of his and Ana’s friends. He recognized Adam, Lucky, Antonio, Dahlia and Brienne. But the last one, the largest of all the photos, was of him and Ana—her in a flowing white dress and him in a black suit, both wearing broad smiles and flanked by Miles’s parents and a woman Miles had only seen once: Julia Espinosa, Ana’s mother.BannerTemplate

A loud clatter echoed through the bedroom as the frame hit the edge of the dresser and fell to the hardwood floor. This wasn’t his room, and he didn’t remember that photo being taken.

“Go back to sleep,” Ana mumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow.

“Ana,” he whispered, risking her full anger, but unable to stop himself, “we’re married.”

“Thanks for the update. Now go back to sleep before I divorce your dumb ass.”

He dropped to the floor on his knees, barely even noticing the sharp pain of bare skin hitting the hard surface.

Married. To Ana?

What the hell had happened?


In the Present Tense 1600px (Smashwords, Amazon)In The Present Tense by Carrie Pack
Release Date: May 19, 2016
Pages: 336 • Cover Artist: CB Messer
Published By: Interlude Press
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Miles Lawson goes to sleep dreaming of a future with his boyfriend Adam, but wakes to find he is married to Ana, an acquaintance from high school. When he learns he has been time traveling, Miles is consumed with finding a cure for his rare condition—and finding his first love. But will he be able to convince Adam he is telling the truth before it’s too late?


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Carrie Pack is the author of Designs On You and a part-time college professor who recently left her job in marketing to actively pursue her writing career. Carrie lives in Florida, which she fondly calls America’s Wang, with her husband and four cats.

Book Tour – Tangling With Bears by Lisa Oliver

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Oh My Shelves welcomes author Lisa Oliver to the blog to share with us the day in the life of Luke, Tobias and Kurt from the latest release in her Cloverleah Pack Series – Tangling with Bears – available now.

* * * * * *

Luke, Tobias and Kurt are all crammed together on a reasonably sized couch, but they don’t seem to mind. I want to know about a typical day in their life, and to my surprise, the men all laugh – a lot. I sit there with a stern look on my face, I don’t get the joke, and finally Tobias takes pity on me.

“This is the Cloverleah pack,” he said, as though that explained it all. I still don’t get it. “It means that there is no such thing as a typical day. We have bad guys after us, we’ve got Kurt’s mama to meet, and there’s all sorts of stuff going on. It’s part of pack life.”

“Yeah,” Kurt agreed. “And besides, with Luke around, nothing is ever typical.”

“I’m not that bad,” Luke protested. “I can’t help it if people don’t understand me sometimes, or if I get distracted by something going on. I learned how to make pancakes, didn’t I? And you guys are always a distraction, so if anyone’s to blame then it’s you.”

“It’s okay, little bear, we didn’t mean anything by it,” Kurt said, and aww, the big man was so sweet to Luke, even though Luke was no slouch in the size department. But Luke melted in his arms, and it was up to Tobias to finish up.

“We all hope for a quiet life one day,” the handsome wolf shifter said with a smile. “Luke here wants cubs, or pups, or some sort of little person in our lives. But the pack has to be safe before that can happen. So for now we wait, we love each other and we cope with whatever dangers come our way. Keeping the pack safe is our top priority. But I have a feeling, that even when the pack is safe, with my mates in my life, they’ll never be anything like a typical day again.”

* * * * * *

 

~Excerpt~

“I’m too sexy for my shirt…”  Kurt’s ring tone. Luke could hear the tinny tune, but it seemed like the sound was coming from outside. Leaping out of the truck, he glared at the trash can, now filled with his rubbish, before tipping the thing upside down, flailing his arms through the boxes and papers. There, on the ground. Thank the Fates. Luke sank his butt to the ground, tapping madly on the screen.

“Kurt, oh my god, Kurt….”

“Little bear, is everything okay? I sensed your distress. Are you hurt? Where are you?”

Luke breathed a sigh of relief, Kurt’s deep voice making the world seem like a more manageable place again. “I’m just outside of a tiny town, Cloverleah, I think it’s called. But Kurt, I found him, at least I think it was him, because I got hard, and he felt so good, and I just wanted to rub all over his sexy body, and when he came…”

“Luke. Stop. Focus.”

Focus. Kurt was right. Luke knew he had a tendency to run on about things.RC

“I’m sorry,” he said in a small voice. 

“I’m not angry, little bear,” and Luke could tell that he wasn’t. Kurt never got angry with him, even that time when he thought he could microwave an entire jar full of honey so it would soften, and forgot that the jar had a metal lid.

“Now start again, from the beginning. You met someone who made your cock hard?”

Luke took in a deep breath, his cock hardening again. “Yes.”

“And then what happened?”

“He was in the shower, here at the truck stop. He was fondling his pretty cock, and his body was slim but muscled and the water was just streaming down, and my cock was so hard I thought it would burst out of my pants, so I took them off, because it hurt, you know. And I don’t think he heard me, but I just had to grab him, and then…”

“Breathe little bear.” Yeah, that probably would be a good idea. Luke took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“That’s good, babe, now, I presume you got in the shower with him.”

“Yes, but I took my clothes off first.” Luke remembered that Kurt wouldn’t like the idea of him wandering around wearing wet clothes. He did tend to forget things like that sometimes, especially if the salmon were running.

“That’s good, so then what happened? You grabbed him. Did you frighten him?”

“No!” Luke stared at the phone, wishing Kurt could see his face. He never intentionally frightened anyone, except that one time, and that was the night Kurt came and saved him…

“Don’t let your mind wander.” Kurt knew him so well.

“I didn’t frighten him, he leaned on me, and he let me play with him, and his cock just fit in my hand, and he smelled so good, like honey and chocolate all melted together even with the bleach stink, and I couldn’t help myself, his ass was right there…”

“He let you have sex with him?”

“I didn’t want to do that without you there. I just rubbed on him lots, and with the water and the smell, and when his cock spurted out…”

BannerTemplate“I get the picture, little bear and it’s all right.”

“So he must be our mate, right?” Kurt wasn’t upset with him, that was the main thing.

“You would’ve gotten sick, and you definitely wouldn’t get a hard on with anyone else but our mate – I’ve told you that before. So yes, the man is our mate. Unexpected, but there’s no other explanation.” Kurt sounded so confident and Luke sighed and smiled, even though he knew Kurt couldn’t see him. Kurt knew about so much, and he would make sure everything was okay.

“Where is the man now and what’s his name?”

Oops. “I don’t know what his name is,” Luke yelled as he leaped up, leaving the rubbish on the ground, and his truck unlocked. “I left him in the bathroom.” Shit, had he been too long, was the sexy man still there? Maybe the wolf had got upset with him. He pounded towards the bathroom and flung open the door, but of course the room was empty, nothing but a towel tossed on the floor to indicate the room had even been used.

 


actual cover copyTangling With Bears by Lisa Oliver
Series: Cloverleah Pack, Book Eight
Release Date: March 27, 2016
Pages: 256 • Cover Artist: Lisa Oliver
Published By: Oliver Group Publications
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Tobias tells himself he’s having fun. He has a great life as a beta in the Cloverleah Pack, and while danger still threatens the pack, he has his friend’s wedding to look forward to, and the pleasures that come from hookups in random places. He’d like to meet his mate, just so he’s not the odd one out in the inner circle, but it’s not something he’s expecting anytime soon. So when a hookup just before the wedding leaves Tobias with a permanent scar, he wonders where the heck his life went wrong. Especially when the man responsible for the wicked set of tooth marks, disappeared after the deed was done, to ring a man called Kurt.

Kurt and Luke have been mated for three years. As bear shifters, Kurt has known from puberty that he will have two mates and once he’d claimed Luke, his mama warned him to be on the look out for a human female. So when Luke rings him and lets him know he might have accidentally on purpose bitten a wolf shifter, from some town they’d never heard of, Kurt heads to Cloverleah to sort out the mess.

Sorting out their mating is just one of the things the three men have to contend with. A magic user has stepped up his game and nowhere on pack lands seems safe. When Tobias gets taken, Kurt and Luke are helpless to do anything about it. It’s going to take the power of the pack before life will be safe again, for any of them.

Warning: Contains scenes of M/M and M/M/M sex. It also contains a special kind of bear, his grumpy mate, and a wolf that just wants to be loved. HEA and no cheating guaranteed.

While this book can be read as standalone, you will understand more about the secondary characters in the book, if you have read the others in the series.


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27-May: Love Bytes

30-May: A.M. Leibowitz

31-May: Kirsty Loves Books

1-Jun: Open Skye Book Reviews

2-Jun: Bayou Book Junkie

3-Jun: Havan Fellows

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About Lisa Oliver

Lisa Oliver had been writing non-fiction books for years when visions of half dressed, buff men started invading her dreams. Unable to resist the lure of her stories, Lisa decided to switch to fiction books, and now stories about her men clamor to get out from under her fingertips.

When Lisa is not writing, she is usually reading with a cup of tea always at hand. Her grown children and grandchildren sometimes try and pry her away from the computer and have found that the best way to do it, is to promise her chocolate. Lisa will do anything for chocolate.

Lisa loves to hear from her readers and other writers.

Blog Tour – No Secrets Needed by Ann Anderson

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Oh My Shelves welcomes author Ann Anderson to the blog to answer a few questions with the release of her latest  release in the New Beginnings Series – No Secrets Needed – out today!

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OMS: Tell us about your book.

AA: No Secrets Needed is the second book in my New Beginnings series. It continues to follow Rafe in his need to discover who he really is along with his blossoming romance with Prince Trint. This book’s kind of divided in two with the first part being having Rafe setting out to get away from his past while also discovering what it is exactly that goes on when one of his ships is at sea. The second part starts with Rafe returning home, a bit more sure of himself, and discovering that Trint isn’t there to meet him. Rather than let what could be a good thing fizzle out, Rafe takes the courage that’s always been inside him, that helped him defy his mother, and uses it to find Trint and work toward a relationship.

OMS: How difficult was it to get into the main character’s head?

         AA: This book wasn’t so difficult. I went away to another state for college, so I used some of what I experienced to help get inside Rafe’s head, and then the returning home was a similar kind of situation.

OMS: Is this book a standalone or do you plan on visiting it again?

AA: This book is number two in the series and I do have the third book written, though I need to do some heavy edits on it. Then, once book three if polished off and sent to the publisher, I’ll start number four and, as far as I can tell, number four should be the last in the series, though there is a character I introduce in No Secrets Needed who I’m thinking of writing a story for.

OMS: Why did you choose to write M/M stories?

AA: I wanted to write romance, but for some reason I discovered that whenever I tried to write an M/F the story just…fell apart. I somehow stumbled across JL Langley, decided I loved M/M and it didn’t bore me like a lot of M/F did, and tried my hand at it. From there the rest is history.

OMS: Where do you find your inspiration?

            AA: Kind of everywhere and nowhere. I have this weird habit of looking at anything and I can come up with a story idea. Does that mean I can write a good story from it? Nope. But I don’t mind it. I never have to fear of running out of ideas. The most common way for an idea, or inspiration, to strike is from music. I admit, I listened to I See Fire by Ed Sheeran from The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug soundtrack and came up with five different ideas after listening to the song twice. Music is very good for inspiration.

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~Excerpt~

Rafe rose and stood beside his bed, the dagger clutched tight as he waited for some indication that they were searching his ship. Who they might be, he wasn’t sure. They shouldn’t have been too far into unclaimed water, and as far as he knew, no pirate or enemy to their kingdom would attack so close to claimed water, but he could be wrong. There was always a chance for some war to crop up, even in these peaceful times.

The fighting sounded to have stopped not long after he woke, but Rafe waited until there was a knock at his door, and Captain Manis poked his head into the room, before moving, following him onto the deck to take stock of the damage.

“This shouldn’t have happened,” one of the men whispered as he hefted a body and placed it into a pile near the bow of the boat.RC

Rafe didn’t say anything as he cast a glance at Captain Manis. His mouth was pinched, eyes hard as he led Rafe to a group of men, no older than boys, and stopped, arms crossed as he scowled at the defiant figures. Rafe waited, but when Captain Manis didn’t say anything, he stepped forward.

“Why have you attacked our ship?” His gaze skimmed the group before him, taking in the trembling forms. After a quick perusal, he settled on one of the men whose eyes darted from side to side. Rafe knelt before the man, clasping his jaw in a firm hand. “Why have you attacked our ship?”

The man glanced from side to side again, but none of his fellows would look at him or speak up. With a deep breath, the man spoke in a small, childlike voice. “It’s our right.”

Rafe lifted an eyebrow. He must not have heard correctly. “Excuse me?”

 


No Secrets Needed_London_Burden_hi_resNo Secrets Needed by Ann Anderson
Series: New Beginnings, Book Two
Release Date: May 11, 2016
Words: 67,000 • Cover Artist: London Calling
Published By: Less Than Three Press
Purchase Links:
Less Than ThreeKobo • ARe

After bidding farewell to his family and Trint, the man he’s come to care for, Rafe heads out to sea, free to be himself for the first time in his life—free to learn himself, away from the constraints and trials of his mother, away from the terrible person he believed himself to be while forced to live with her.

When Rafe returns home his family is waiting for him—but there’s no sign of Trint. With a little push from his ward, Rafe decides to be bold and go after what he wants, though he fears in the end that all his efforts might still not be good enough to overcome the past and the secrets that have controlled so much of his life.


BadgeTour Dates & Stops:

11-May: Molly Lolly, Havan Fellows, Oh My Shelves

12-May: BFD Book Blog, Happily Ever Chapter, Velvet Panic, Bayou Book Junkie

13-May: Bonkers About Books, MM Good Book Reviews, Outrageous Heroes, Full Moon Dreaming

16-May: Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews, V’s Reads, Divine Magazine

17-May: A.M. Leibowitz, Alpha Book Club, Three Books Over The Rainbow, Inked Rainbow Reads

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About Ann Anderson

Ann Anderson enjoys long walks through wooded areas, hunting zombies, and stealing treasure from space pirates. Only the first happens in real life. Besides allowing her imagination to run rampant, Ann loves editing and is glad she’s been able to make a small career of it while following through with her other passion of writing. Her cats can attest to both passions as they enjoy knocking the laptop from her lap and claiming the space as their own whenever Illinois weather drops to a reasonable degree.

Blog Tour – Send Lawyers, Guns, and Roses by Heloise West

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Oh My Shelves welcomes author Heloise West to the blog to chat about her latest release in the Heart and Haven series – Send Lawyers, Guns and Roses – and answer a few questions for us. 

 

OMS: Describe your book to us.

HW: Send Lawyers, Guns, and Roses is the sequel to my first romantic suspense novel, Hitting Black Ice.  I’ve sent my guys on a little vacation in the Caribbean, but trouble always manages to find them. Their new friends have secrets, and even their enemies have an enemy.  Oh, and there’s a hurricane, too.

OMS: Have you ever read something that made you think differently about your genre? Can you tell us what it was?

HW: The sheer amount of excellent authors that have risen from what used to be something that appeared to me at first alternative, flying under the radar, kind of–renegade compared to MF romance.

OMS: Tell us about your character’s family life?

HW: Hunter comes from a northern New England family involved in law enforcement and raising huskies. Dad is the sheriff of the county and his late mother worked as a nurse.

Alex comes from California. His mother Alice owns a Fair Trade import store, and his mother Jessie is a Reiki master.

OMS: Compare yourself to your main character.

HW: Well, they are part of me to a certain extent–Hunter’s gently ironic humor is mine, and I have a deep love for northern New England. Alex was tougher–he’s a lot less like me than Hunter is. I do love his grit and determination.

OMS: Describe your past week as a type of landscape or a weather forecast.

HW: I’m waiting impatiently for summer–real sun, not this borderline chilly sun behind clouds. Like waiting for a new release 😉

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~Excerpt~

“Ready? Take the beach bag. I’ll grab the chairs,” Alex said. “Did you get enough to eat?”

“Yeah. What’s the time?” Hunter slung the bag over his shoulder.

Alex shrugged. “Who cares? Have a cocktail. You know, to hydrate and pace yourself for a long day in the sun.”

“Let’s set up camp. Maybe a nap first.”

Their bare feet slapped against the sun-bleached boards of the footbridge, some of the flowering rainforest clinging to its edges for the hundred or so feet from the breakfast patio to the pool. The beach chairs were striped canvas and wood, chaise-style. Alex had grabbed a matching umbrella for when the sun was directly overhead. He left it closed, as they had a few hours yet before noon, by the arc of the sun in the unbelievably blue sky. The poolside held a half dozen chaise lounges and couples of various ages. They returned languorous, sun-soaked greetings in English, Dutch, and French as Alex led them to a spot he deemed worthy for their day in the sun. When the chairs were side by side, the canvas beach bag between them, Hunter sighed with pleasure, though he was soaked with sweat. He pulled off his T-shirt. “Do you want to swim first?”

“I’m dying to.” With a wicked grin, Alex slid his shorts down, the T-shirt hem falling to below his hips.

“Tell me you didn’t get a thing-thong!” God, they’d laughed together at the online models wearing bathing suits with pockets for their cocks.

Alex laughed. “No, a Speedo. For you.” He shrugged out of his T-shirt with an elegant, mouth-watering play of muscles and skin, and some of the lounging women whistled and clapped for the navy-and-white-striped Speedo he revealed. Hunter mock-growled and reached out to grab Alex, but he dashed away and ran along the side of the pool, blond hair streaming, long, muscular legs eating up the distance to the deep end. He dived like a happy dolphin into the water. Hunter ran after him and followed with a hurried, sloppy dive, shocked at the sensation of water as warm as bathwater. He wanted to melt into it. When he came up for air, hands beneath the water gripped his calves, and he grabbed a breath before Alex yanked him under. They wrestled briefly, then surfaced.

“Fantastic!” Alex shook his head briskly to whip the water from his hair.

Hunter shoved him, threw himself on top of him, and they went under again.

When they surfaced, Alex said, “We can rent a sailboat. Or a rowboat and paddle around in the bay. Or fish if you want. Do you think your leg will hold up to snorkeling?”

“Snorkeling, maybe even scuba.” He’d swim to the moon to keep Alex happy.RC

“I was born underwater,” Alex said, surprising him. “I even had those infant swim lessons.”

“You’re a natural,” Hunter replied. “Aqua Boy.”

Alex shoved him again; Hunter let himself fall backward into the water with a huge splash.

They swam for a while, joined by the other sunbathers when the heat got too intense. Hunter pulled himself from the pool and sat on the edge, watching Alex do laps. He shaded his eyes against the fierce touch of the sun. It pressed against his skin despite the water-resistant sunblock, and he splashed water up and down his arms, chest, and neck to cool off. Maybe he should have gone tanning like Alex had, because it hurt to touch his skin already. The water reflected and intensified the sun. He wasn’t that kind of redhead, but the tropical sun made him feel like one. Tanning had seemed kind of frou-frou…not for him…but he didn’t want to look like a strip of bacon at the end of the day either. Sucked it up and endured the tanning bed.

Alex swam over and pulled his gorgeous body out of the pool to sit on the edge beside Hunter. “I’m ready for some reading and napping. Lunch buffet is open until four… What are you laughing at?”

“We must be on vacation if we’re planning the day around the next meal.”

Alex smiled. “It’s about ten now. We can eat something light at eleven when they open.” He leaned in close. “If we go up to the room by noon, we’ll have time to screw our brains out until about two and have lunch again.”

Hunter nodded. It was all he could do.

“So it’s not meal times we’re planning for, right?” The sparkle in Alex’s eyes wasn’t about ham sandwiches and fruit salad. “Did you see the awesome mirror on the ceiling?”



HeloiseWest_SendLawyersGunsandRosesSend Lawyers, Guns, and Roses
by Heloise West
Series:  Heart and Haven, Book Two
Release Date: April 19, 2016
Pages: 200 • Cover Artist: Syneca Featherstone
Published By: Loose ID
Purchase Links:
Loose IDAmazon  • ARe • B&N • Kobo

When Hunter and Alex are given the vacation of a lifetime, it’s a chance for them to pay attention to romance and get out of the path of danger. The tiny Caribbean island of Saba is gorgeous, the first to have marriage equality, and the Sabans are the nicest people on earth.

There’s lots of rum poolside for relaxing and a room with a mirror on the ceiling for passion. Hot karaoke nights, cold beer, and new friends. 

But their new friends Orfeo and Max, and Max’s sister Talisha, share a troubling secret. Alex and Hunter want to help. As a hurricane bears down on them, a dead body surfaces, and a purple backpack loaded with stolen jewels leads a pair of dangerous men to the island.

Alex would rather poke his own eyes out with a pointy stick than call on his old enemy Nick Truman for help; he’d also do anything to keep Hunter out of danger. But even his nemesis can’t reach them now.

Once again, they only have each other to depend on as their paradise is about to become hell on earth.


Tour Dates & Stops:

25-Apr: Full Moon Dreaming, Outrageous Heroes

26-Apr: Louise Lyons, MM Good Book Reviews

27-Apr: V’s Reads

28-Apr: Dawn’s Reading Nook, Jessie G. Books

29-Apr: Alpha Book Club

2-May: My Fiction Nook

Badge3-May: Happily Ever Chapter, Unquietly Me. Love Bytes. Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews

4-May: Oh My Shelves, Book Lovers 4Ever, BFD Book Blog

5-May: Elisa – My Reviews and Ramblings

6-May: Molly Lolly

9-May: Havan Fellows, Mikky’s World of Books

10-May: Inked Rainbow Reads

11-May: The Novel Approach

12-May: Bayou Book Junkie, Making It Happen

13-May: Kirsty Loves Books, A.M. Leibowitz

16-May: Prism Book Alliance

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About Heloise West

Heloise West, when not hunched over the keyboard plotting love and mayhem, dreams about moving to a villa in Tuscany. She loves history, mysteries, and romance of all flavors. She travels and gardens with her partner of 10 years, and their home overflows with books, cats, art, and red wine.