Review of Him by Sarina Bowen and Elle Kennedy

Review of Him by Sarina Bowen and Elle Kennedy

Him
Buylink: Amazon 

They don’t play for the same team. Or do they?

Jamie Canning has never been able to figure out how he lost his closest friend. Four years ago, his tattooed, wise-cracking, rule-breaking roommate cut him off without an explanation. So what if things got a little weird on the last night of hockey camp the summer they were eighteen? It was just a little drunken foolishness. Nobody died.

Ryan Wesley’s biggest regret is coaxing his very straight friend into a bet that pushed the boundaries of their relationship. Now, with their college teams set to face off at the national championship, he’ll finally get a chance to apologize. But all it takes is one look at his longtime crush, and the ache is stronger than ever.

Jamie has waited a long time for answers, but walks away with only more questions—
can one night of sex ruin a friendship? If not, how about six more weeks of it? When Wesley turns up to coach alongside Jamie for one more hot summer at camp, Jamie has a few things to discover about his old friend...and a big one to learn about himself.

Warning: contains sexual situations, hotties on hockey skates, skinnydipping, shenanigans in an SUV and proof that coming out to your family on social media is a dicey proposition.

Review:
This was a breath of fresh air. I must admit I avoided this book, because I worry about MF authors writing MM in kind of throwaway books. I'm sorry I didn't read it sooner, because I was really surprised by this book. This had a real feel of fanfiction type writing, and was a familiar format; the switching points of view in chapters and the whole thing, kind of raw in a way. it had every cliche I love. I recommend this, Enjoy Ryan and Jamie, because I did.

Movie Night: Disaster Movies

Movie Night: Disaster Movies

I've always had a fascination for disaster movies like Towering Inferno (which scared me to death), Armageddon and Volcano. Epic adventures where human lives are at risk, but there is always a hero (or anti-hero) to save the day.





Gruff, wife-beater clad, alcoholics save the world with nothing more than their wits and... Excuse me, my Die Hard/Bruce Willis adoring PA. Go sit in the corner. This is my blog and my heroes.














I've written my own disaster novel with Ryan and Nathan in All the King's Men 

When Ryan Ortiz decides to go direct to LA to fight for a second chance with his lover Nathan Richardson he is caught up in the biggest earthquake to hit the city since records began.

LA is destroyed, burning, people homeless, and fires are ignited high in the LA hills above Nathan's apartment. Nathan is trapped and Ryan is his only hope.

It is a race against time and the powerful all consuming destruction of nature for Ryan to find Nathan, trapped in the ruins of his home in the hills, and to get both of them to help before the fire reaches them.



Focus on Texas Christmas (Texas #5)

Focus on Texas Christmas (Texas #5)

Cover Art by Meredith Russell
It's getting closer to 25th September and the release of Texas Wedding.

The Book

Six men with lives linked to the Double D... Danger comes to the Double D from Liam's past and threatens everything Jack and Riley hold dear.

Centering on Jack and Riley, parents, lovers and friends. Jack makes a decision that will affect the ranch, and Riley realises peace comes at a price.

Eli and Robbie have their home on Double D land. Their love is rooted in the Texas soil and they weather as many storms as can be thrown at them.

And Liam, a young men with a head full of dreams and sleep full of nightmares, finds that all things are possible when Marcus decides to interrupt his solitary existence.






"....Texas Christmas was beautiful. It gave the love, it gave the drama, it gave the loving between the men and for those seeking some bit of hotness, well, there were a lot of HOT! scenes. I could never have finished this series within the week without falling in love with the men of the DD ranch. Highly recommended...."





Texas Series

Book 1 - The Heart of Texas
Book 2 - Texas Winter
Book 3 - Texas Heat
Book 4 - Texas Family
Book 5 - Texas Christmas
Book 6 - Texas Fall

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Reviews

Mrs Condit Reads Books 5/5 - ".... Whenever you think RJ Scott might be running out of characters to write about in this series, guess again. I loved seeing Jack and Riley again, and all of their children, including the three new ones from Texas Family...."

MM Good Book Reviews - 4.5/5 - "....So I might (under torture) admit to having to wipe a couple of tears away at certain times during this story, and some of those tears might have been for the joy and love that smacks you in the face, but some of those tears were also for the pain and heartache that Liam suffered and rolls off the page to torture your heart. Damn you R.J. Scott! I also admit to loving this story completely and having fallen madly in love with Max, that little tyke just about rips your heart out with his little hand *the one not clutching Thomas* and he refuses to give it back...."

Multitaskingmomma - 5/5 - "....Texas Christmas was beautiful. It gave the love, it gave the drama, it gave the loving between the men and for those seeking some bit of hotness, well, there were a lot of HOT! scenes. I could never have finished this series within the week without falling in love with the men of the DD ranch. Highly recommended...."
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Sid Love - 5/5 - "....The minute I started reading, I felt drawn in, not wanting to do anything more than finish reading it and feeling so sad when I reached the end. I felt a bit worried that perhaps this is the final one? Or is there more to come? What about a spin off with Darren or example ? :)

I also want to take a moment to applaud the author for continuing this series, as it is not a standalone part but one where you need to have read the whole series. It often it seems a gamble to take that risk and unfortunately (in my opinion) it makes authors shy away and choose to do a part in a series that is more stand alone rather than continuing to work with the characters of the former parts of the series.

So a big compliment *taps head* to miss Scott for going that way and making this a very complete series. Thank you !...."

PRG Reviews - 5/5 - "....I loved this book and being updated on all the members of Jack and Riley's family. I will not go into detail as to the birth of the twins or if the adoption of Max works out those are things you have to find out for yourself. I just can't wait to start the next book in this wonderful series...."

Boy meets Boy Reviews - 5/5 - "....RJ Scott has taken the Campbell-Hayes saga and wrapped it in a glorious red Christmas ribbon which, when it unfolds, gifts us with a wonderful finale for the many memorable characters whose lives have intertwined with Jack and Riley in this series...."

Rainbow Book Reviews - "....The saga of the very unconventional Texas family continues – and it was good to see what was next for these guys. As always, in best soap-opera tradition, I felt as if I were coming home or at the very least visiting with close family. One that is constantly growing, and with the much-awaited addition of little five-year-old Max is seems as if there have been enough additions for now. Of course, there is the matter of a nanny for tiny twins Connor and Lexie, the fact that Riley's daughter Haley is undeniably growing up, and the many other family members I was happy to see again. And while Jack and Riley remain front and center in the relationship department, there was enough of Eli and Robbie to keep me happy, not to mention the newest couple, Marcus and Liam...."

Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words 4.75/5 - "....I was entranced with Max from the moment Scott introduced him to Jack and Riley.  The little boy clutching his Thomas the Tank Engine toy caught at our hearts.  RJ Scott did not shy away from the issues of adopting a child with autism.  Max’s emotional issues, his inability to deal with certain social situations, the manner in which he communicates, and well, everything about a life with an autistic child is relayed realistically along with the love.  There is a magical moment that RJ Scott brings to life as Max explores a sensory room Jack and Riley have created for him.  The wonder of a child caught up inside his mind is revealed in such a way that we feel we are on the floor with him, holding our breath as Max explores with a quiet joy a place created for him out of love...."

Guilty Indulgence Reviews - 5/5 - "....The addition of Max and his needs adds another layer of interest to the story line. Autism in all it's many variations is so much a part of everyday life it's nice to see it handled in a caring accepting way. Blending the family together and making adjustments are something that happen everyday and reading about these men fighting and loving each other unconditionally is incredibly beautiful.

I don't think I will ever get tired or reading about the men and women who live and love on this fictional ranch...."

Excerpt

Chapter 4

As soon as Marcus was out of sight of Jack and Riley, he stopped and smacked a hand to his forehead. What the hell did he just say? That he was in the area? They could probably see right through him. What must they think of him and his stupid teenage crush he had going on. He couldn’t help it, he was a man addicted to Liam’s smiles. Something about the young guy set off a million warning bells inside Marcus’s head. Too young, eight years younger than him, too emotional, too scared. Yet, when it came down to it, Marcus wanted to get to know Liam in ways not altogether innocent.

He found Robbie first, who, with his back to Marcus, was fiddling with a tap in the wall to the horse barn.

“Hi,” Marcus said and smiled back at Robbie when he grinned up at him.

“In the barn,” Robbie said by way of explanation. Marcus dipped his head in acknowledgment of the suggestion and the element of teasing.

He walked into the cool of the barn and the scents of horses assailed him. He inhaled—his rationale for getting a lung full of the smell would be that he wouldn’t then spend the next hour gagging whenever he caught a whiff of horse shit and hay. He waited until his eyes became accustomed to the gloom, then casually walked past each stall until finally he found Liam shoveling in one of the last stalls. For a second he stood and watched.

Liam was taller than his own five eight, but then most men were, he was used to that. He was probably just short of six foot but skinny with it. In the weeks since he’d first seen Liam, Marcus had noticed that Liam had filled out a little, but the man still needed to pull his belt tight to keep his pants in place on narrow hips. His back was kinda broad and the muscles in his arms bunched and released as he shoveled and dumped, then shoveled and dumped again. His dark hair was ruthlessly short, and sweat made his skin glisten even in this softly lit space.

Marcus hooked one foot on the lower rung of the stall gate and leaned over it. “Hey, cowboy.”

Liam yelped and turned so suddenly that shit flew off his shovel and missed Marcus by inches.

“Shit!” Liam exclaimed. He pressed a hand to his chest. “What the fuck?” he cursed. “You scared the hell out of me.”

Marcus said nothing, simply waited until the initial shock died down. There had been real fear in Liam’s expression, and he wanted to let Liam deal with that before they moved on to the general talking part of this meeting.

“What do you want?” Liam finally asked. His tone was quick and impatient. “I’m busy.”

“I was just driving by,” Marcus begun.

“The hell you were,” Liam snapped. “You live hell knows how far that way.” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of the city and beyond where Marcus lived. He turned back to the pile of shit and hay and who knew what else. All of it needed moving to the barrow next to him that was nearly half full.

“You can keep working,” Marcus said. He was trying to be helpful but knew he’d failed in that when Liam frowned at him.

“And you’re gonna do what? Stand there and stare at me?”

“Can I help it if I like what I see?”

Liam very deliberately hooked a pile of mess onto his shovel and hefted it into the waiting barrow. Marcus grinned at the combined sensations of sight of the muscles and the fact that Liam thought turning his back was going to work. They stood this way for a good ten minutes, and Marcus watched every move until finally he couldn’t really justify standing and staring any more.

“Dinner?” he asked.

Liam didn’t hesitate with his answer. “No.”

“One day you’ll say yes.”

Liam muttered a reply. “When hell freezes over.”

“See you soon,” Marcus added cheerily.

“Not if I see you first,” Liam snapped. He stood up and suddenly Marcus was near enough to kiss Liam. They stood so close that it would only take one movement from either of them and they would be kissing the hell out of each other. Marcus wasn’t sure who moved first but assumed they both leaned in. No hands but lips crashed and tongues tasted. There was nothing soft about the kiss, and it ended as soon as it began.

Liam stepped back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What the fuck.”

Guilt consumed Marcus. He’d just gone into Liam’s personal space and near forced a kiss on the guy. No wonder Liam looked so shell-shocked.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted… Will you come to dinner… I want to talk…”

“No.”

Seemed like that was Liam’s last word, and Marcus left the barn. When he was out of sight he stopped for a moment and lifted his face to the fall sun. He shouldn’t be riding Liam so hard, but there was something there, an indefinable attraction that flooded him whenever he saw Liam. Attraction definitely, lust, a little smatter of affection. There was pain in Liam’s expression and the heat of anger in his beautiful gray eyes, and Marcus wanted to know more.

“You okay?”

Marcus focused on the voice, then looked up at Robbie astride a big brown horse. Way up.

“Just talking,” Marcus explained.

“You harassing my staff?” Robbie asked quietly.

“Asking him out for dinner.”

“How many times is that?”

“I lost count at five.”

“Seems to me you’re likely moving into being a nuisance,” Robbie said without heat. He slid down from the back of the horse in a smooth movement. Marcus appreciated that he didn’t have to tilt his head back to actually see Robbie’s expression. Robbie wasn’t holding back even if he worked here and Marcus was Jack and Riley’s friend. A large part of him, the part that both lusted after Liam and cared for the young man, liked that Robbie had his eye on Liam.

Marcus shrugged. “He hasn’t punched me yet.”

“If he does it will be your own fault.”

“Duly noted.”

Robbie stood silently for a moment. “You remind me of Eli,” he said finally. Then he moved away and Marcus was left wondering what that meant. He liked Eli, although they hadn’t really sat and talked. Eli came from old money like Marcus, but that is where the similarity ended. Maybe Robbie meant the persistence thing. After climbing back into his car, he left the D and was back in the city before he realized it. Marcie met him at the door with a wide grin on her face.

“The McDonalds are pregnant,” she exclaimed.

His sister was as involved in the surrogates and the intended parents as much as he was, and he returned her grin before grabbing her and hugging her close. The McDonalds had been trying with their surrogate for over a year, and to finally hear a success was at hand was the best news of the day.

He followed Marcie up the stairs to their private apartments and listened as she chatted on about HCG levels and expectant dates. He wasn’t entirely focused on his sister when his brain was still using so much processing power on considering how to get Liam to go to dinner with him.

“Earth to Marcus.”

Marcus blinked as something passed in front of his face, and he realized it was Marcie waving a hand to snap him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry.”

“Thinking about Liam again?” she asked with a smirk.

Marcus groaned. God help brothers who had sisters as uncannily observant as he did. Two bottles of red and he’d spilled the whole sorry mess to Marcie a few weeks back. He couldn’t recall exactly what he had said to her but seemed it was enough for her to have teasing material to work with on a daily basis.

“Yeah,” he admitted with a sigh. “I was out at the D.”

“You have it so bad,” Marcie commented. She pulled out a tray of lasagna from the fridge sniffed it and grimaced. “We’re eating out. Then you can tell me all about Liam and his hair and his eyes and his body and the fact that all you want is to love him and feed him and call him squishy.”

“I hate you,” Marcus said dryly.

Marcie blew him a kiss. “No you don’t.”

“I do.”

“Not even for a second,” she laughed. “I’ll get my jacket and we’ll go for Italian.”

Marcus waited by the door and pulled out his cell. He had Liam’s number only because Liam had finally given in and let him have it.

Dinner? he texted.

The answer was immediate. No.

Marcus smiled at the answer. One day Liam would give in and type yes.


Chapter 5

Riley was persuaded that whoever designed ball pits should be consigned to a very special hell where they spent eternity finding stickiness and suspiciously damp items touching their entire body. Seemed like Max agreed with him. The pit itself, part of the indoor play area that housed an enormous brightly colored setup for kids, was heaving with toddlers, so Max hung back. He’d liked the slide, he’d even walked the foam and material bridge between the toddler and baby area, but the pit was clearly not on his to-do list.

Jack and Rebecca were in the baby area with the twins, and it was Riley’s turn to spend time with Max.

Max looked in his direction briefly and frowned. “Icky,” he murmured.

“Yuck,” Riley agreed. He and Jack had both learned that simple words were the best way to communicate with Max. Long sentences confused Max, and both men had researched the best way to explain what they needed to the small boy. “Outside, buddy.” He crouched down next to Max.

Max gripped tight to his Thomas the Tank Engine, the same one Riley had mended when they first met. Then something else obviously caught his imagination, and he walked away from Riley at a fast rate. Riley followed, ducking under the low-hanging beams of red plastic-covered steel. Twice Riley had smacked his head, and he was regretting his six four height. They walked through the large dining area and out the side door to the open play space. Here, there were slides and sand pits and large canopies that gave shade in the late afternoon sun. Riley checked out the vicinity, something he had grown used to doing.

He wasn’t always sure what he was looking for. Things that could hurt Max, kids that were maybe too boisterous for the quiet child he was in charge of. Maybe someone with a camera out. He had deliberately worn a cap and shades and dressed down in baggy jeans and a loose T, but his height made him someone people looked at. Put two and two together—Jack in the baby area with twins, him with a small boy in tow—and suddenly the headlines wrote themselves. When this was done, when Max was their child to look after, he was never subjecting Max or himself to the chaos of the ball pit again. Max didn’t much like the noise and he used his free hand to cover one ear. The other he covered by hunching his shoulders.

“You want?” Riley asked and held out the headphones they took everywhere. Sometimes sensory overload had Max curling in a ball and rocking. Max ignored the question and stepped back from Riley. A few goes on a slide, awkward with holding Thomas and covering his ears, and Max finally took the headphones and allowed Riley to help him put them on.

“’Kay buddy,” Riley said softly. Then they bought drinks and sat at one of the outside tables. Max pushed Thomas on the table and he looked happy. Sometimes Riley panicked at what they were doing. Not at taking on Max, nothing would stop him and Jack from going through with this adoption, each man had a Max-shaped hole in their hearts. Just, he wanted it done, so that Max could settle in at the ranch and be part of their family for real. Even with all his money, he couldn’t make things happen any faster.

“Chocca,” Max said clearly. Riley realized he had drifted off into another world and mentally smacked himself upside the head. Max was sipping at the chocolate milkshake.

“You like?”

Max didn’t look directly at him, instead he peered at his Thomas closely and seemed to be ignoring Riley. Then he made a small noise. “Uh huh,” he said.

He was so little and sometimes Riley felt so big, too big, for the twins and Max. Hayley was a different matter, even at her young age she was getting tall, and she had so much confidence it was scary. But the twins were so helpless, and Max needed so much. There wasn’t so much a diagnosis for Max, but a suspicion based on the facts that they had. Autism. The spectrum. A speech and language disorder that had Max struggling to make sense of the world around him, of Riley’s world.

Max clambered down and crossed to the slide again. This time he left Thomas with Riley and climbed the small steps to the top. For a while he sat at the top and Riley relaxed in knowing that Max was safe, the slide wasn’t too high and earth was piled up around it to form a hill. Another group of boys were slowly working their way toward the slide, some older than Max, and they waited for a while for their turn but then grew impatient.

“You gotta go,” one of them demanded. Riley stood up, ready to go over to Max to help him or explain or anything other than sitting here doing fuck-all.

“Go on,” another boy said. Max didn’t look at either or react, but eventually he pushed himself down and slid off the end with calm precision. The boys behind shouted and jostled for position, and finally they all made it down the stairs, some backward, some falling onto the hill, but all laughing loudly.

Max stumbled back two steps, three, then with absolute determination, he crossed to Riley and held up his hands.

“Up,” he demanded.

Riley scooped the boy up in his arms but didn’t hold him too tight. Max didn’t show concern or fear, but this was also the first time he’d used the word up and asked to be held.

“Let’s go find Jack,” Riley said with a smile. Moving back through the dining part, then ducking back under the beams, he caught up with Jack.

“Is everything okay?” Rebecca asked when she saw Max in Riley’s hold.

“Yeah,” Riley said. “Let’s go home. It’s yucky here.”

“Icky,” Max said authoritatively.

Riley almost laughed out loud at the relieved expression on Jack’s face. When they were back at the car, he called him on it.

“You weren’t enjoying Billy’s Ball Pit?” he asked with a grin as he ensured Lexie’s car seat was securely strapped in.

“I couldn’t help it,” Jack explained.

“He got hit on twice,” Rebecca said with a laugh.

“Even sitting with the twins and a wedding ring and, hell, Rebecca as well.”

Jack shook his head miserably. “It’s like a cattle market in there. They should rename it Billy’s Hookup Pit.”

A group of moms with toddlers and babies stopped near them to chat and there was a lot of giggling. Riley could see them pointing, and Jack’s expression of fear was priceless. In a smooth move Riley cradled Jack’s face and kissed him. No one could fail to notice the awwwws from the moms, along with some disappointed groans. Didn’t matter, Jack was his, damn it, and no mom was battling her way to his side. Not while he was breathing.

“Icky,” Max said loudly. “Icky, icky.” Jack chuckled and Riley peered in the car. Max wasn’t looking at them and commenting on the kiss, he was peering closely at his Thomas and Riley knew what to do. He pulled out a baby wipe and gently cleaned Thomas of whatever was on there to upset Max.

At last, with everyone buckled in, they made their way to Rebecca’s house. They didn’t go in, something about taking the twins inside seemed wrong to Riley, and Jack always said the same thing. Problem was they had to say goodbye to Max.

“Are you still reading him his social story?” Jack asked Rebecca.

“Every morning and night. The whole thing.”

Riley wondered if using the piece of paper detailing in pictures what was happening in Max’s life was enough to make the transition from Rebecca’s house to the D easy. He didn’t imagine it did for one minute, but stick men and smiley faces telling Max he would be living at the place with the horses was at least paving the way. Riley leaned against the SUV and waved at Max, and his heart melted when Max waved back at him.

“You okay?” Jack asked, concerned.

“Yeah,” Riley lied. “No,” he sighed. “It gets harder to leave him every time.”

Jack put a hand on Riley’s arm and squeezed gently.



“Soon.”

Planning the shit out of 2016

Planning the shit out of 2016

I am a planner. Give me an Excel spreadsheet and I am like a pig in shit. Add in notebooks and diaries and I am in seventh heaven!

I have today sat and planned by 2016 writing. This has been impacted greatly by me inserting Texas 7, and by various emails and comments I see that make me consider what I might write next.

Some of the things that have been included:

LEGACY

A new series, Legacy, three books called Gabriel (#1), Kyle (#2), and Danny (#3). These are an ofshoot from my Texas series and are based around the three men who gave evidence at the trial of Hank Castille in Texas Fall. I couldn't leave these guys alone, they all want their own stories. Of course Riley and Jack make an appearance... Danny (#3) will be my Christmas 2016 book.

MONTANA

Montana 1, Crooked Tree Ranch, is back to me in November and will be re-released with a couple of added chapters and also a full re-edit. I am so excited about this - I have been carrying the story of book 2, The Rancher's Son, in my head for over two years now! There will also be a Montana 3, but the title is as yet undecided!

SANCTUARY

And then there is Sanctuary. I am in the middle of writing Sanctuary 8, Accidental Hero, and this is book 1 in a trilogy of books Sanctuary 8, 9 and 10). All three will be with you in 2016.

HEROES & ENGLISH HEARTS

As will Deacon's Law. Poor DL got pushed back so many times for various reasons. As has Sixways Lane! Don't worry, both will be with you in 2016.

I realised I haven't left space for Bodyguards 6... mutters to self about slotting it in somewhere...

So the list in the general order that I plan to write and release is:

2015

Texas Wedding (Texas 7)
Accidental Hero (Sanctuary 8)
Love's Design (Bodyguards 5)
Crooked Tree Ranch (Montana 1 - re-release)

2016

The Rancher's son (Montana 2)
Untitled (Sanctuary 9)
Deacon's Law (Heroes 3 - last in the series)
Gabriel (Legacy #1)
Sixways Lane (English Hearts #2)
Untitled (Montana 3 - last in the series)

Untitled (Sanctuary 10)
Kyle (Legacy #2)
Untitled (Bodyguards 6 - last in the series)
Danny (Legacy #3)

I really hope I have covered everyones favourite series books... I don't think I have any room to slot any more in! ROFL...

And don't even get me started on slotting in the co-authoring!

HUGS XXXX

New release: Rearranging Stars by Diane Adams

New release: Rearranging Stars by Diane Adams


BLURB: The freedom to love comes with a cost.


As a guardian angel, Drake’s destiny is written in the stars. Choice is not part of an angel’s life. Drake never thought twice about it until he’s unexpectedly thrust into watching over Grey, who inspires passion in Drake but endangers his very identity as a guardian angel. Grey is more than just another human—he can see angels. When he discovers that unlike his previous angel Drake will talk to him, Grey becomes determined to pull Drake off the sidelines and into life. Attraction flares between them from the beginning and causes Drake to question his purpose for the first time. His distraction results in a decision that changes everything—and not just for him and Grey.





EXCERPT

Prologue

“ABSOLVED.”

Unsurprised, Drake stared up at Jordan. The result was no less than Drake expected, no less than he had received multiple times before. Absolution by the council hadn’t helped then, and it didn’t help him feel better now.
“Then whose fault was it?” Drake asked, knowing the answer but unable to keep from voicing his despair. The compassion in Jordan’s sky blue eyes didn’t ease the pain.
“You are aware of what cannot be changed. There is no fault. It just is.”
Drake shrugged, a habit he’d picked up from the humans he spent his entire existence protecting. The motion flexed his wings, and the dark feathers shimmered even in the low light of the Hearing Hall as he pulled them closer to his body. He dropped his gaze, hyperaware that his attitude set him apart from the other guardian angels even more than his appearance. Among them blonds tended toward light-colored wings and brunet to dark. As far as Drake had seen, only he sported platinum blond hair and feathers so black they glinted blue in bright light, and he was positive he was the only one worried about remembering those he’d watched and lost.
Drake hated to admit it, but Jordan was right—some things just were. Too many things, but Drake didn’t understand why human suicide had to be one of them. He turned and left the presence of the Angelic Council without further comment. He felt Jordan’s eyes fixed on his back until the doors closed behind him.
Ralph stood there, his strawberry blond hair curling over his ears and forehead, pink wings folded tightly against his back, each blush pink feather tinted along the edge with a slightly darker color and speckled throughout, like the freckles sprinkled over his upturned nose and fair shoulders. Drake thought Ralph had the most beautiful wings. He wondered vaguely if thinking so made him odd. He seemed to always think about things no one else cared about. Concern showed in Ralph’s blue eyes.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice soft, as another angel entered the hearing room just vacated by Drake. Wishing he could sit down in the middle of the floor and wail out his hurt and anger like a human child, Drake managed to remain in control, even giving Ralph a small smile. Drake remembered when Ryan was two, he’d often given in to such vocal protests much to the despair of his mother. Who could have guessed that the sweet-faced young woman, so quick to scoop up her crying toddler, would turn into a woman who would help drive her teenage son to suicide? Drake’s head hurt from the unfairness of knowing Ryan was mistreated for something he couldn’t control. Despite Drake’s smile, Ralph must have read something of what he felt on his face. He reached out to grip Drake’s bicep briefly, in what angels considered an extreme show of emotion and support.
Drake sighed, another human habit. “I’ll be alright. Time will see to that. What are you doing here?”
Seemingly reassured that Drake wasn’t going to give in to despair and do something crazy like retire to corporeal form, Ralph smiled. “Zyn passed.”
Drake paused in their walk down the long hallway to study Ralph’s face. “Natural death?” he asked.
Ralph smiled. “Not exactly, though Zyn was a hundred and two.”
“He didn’t die in his sleep?” Drake closed his eyes, briefly trying to imagine watching over a person who lived so long.
“Not him. Waterskiing accident.”
Drake’s eyebrows rose. “Waterskiing?”
Ralph laughed. “I know, perhaps I should have intervened in his going, but at a hundred and two, I couldn’t deny him.”
Drake frowned. “Are you called to judgment?”
Startled, Ralph frowned. “No. Jordan asked me to act as courier for the AIC while I wait for my next charge. Could be awhile, but I don’t mind. It is nice to have something to do.”
The arched ceiling-to-floor windows on the outside wall of the hall let in the bright sunlight. The ceilings were so high, angels flew overhead intent on some mission or another. Drake never had figured out what they did all day. Despite the hardship of being a protector, he was glad flying paperwork around wasn’t his eternal fate.
“Really? What do they need a temporary courier for?”
Ralph shrugged. “He said something’s coming up and he needs a courier he can trust. I asked if that meant there were angels he didn’t trust. He told me not to be silly.” Ralph rolled his eyes, his dimples showing in his cheeks briefly.
“That’s true; Jordan is Jordan. Maybe being Head Angel in Charge makes a guy flaky after a while.” They reached the huge double doors that stood open to the outside. The beautiful grounds spread out before them, well-manicured, the grass green and unblemished. In the distance, beyond the darker hills, the purple mountains rose on the horizon.
“I suppose you are headed for your perch?” Ralph didn’t look pleased.
“Ryan was a good man; he deserves someone to remember him as he was, and not with the distorted view of those who drove him to his death. It costs nothing for me to do so for a little while.” Drake looked at Ralph’s hand gripping his arm in what amounted to a second embrace. Drake wondered if he should be concerned by Ralph's extreme show of emotion, but when he peered into the other angel's honest round eyes, nothing seemed amiss. 
Unable to handle more than his own troubles, Drake let the moment slide away.
“Don’t get so lost in your remembrance you fall off your shelf.”
Drake spread his wings to their full span, not as wide as many other angels, but the silky black feathers gave back the light with a blue shimmer. He spared a glance at them over his shoulder; he supposed they were beautiful. “Unlike some, I have a safety net.” He made little effort to keep the bitterness out of his voice.
Ralph didn’t let go of Drake’s arm, studying him with a grim expression. “Make sure you don’t fail to use it, should the need arise.”
Drake doubted he could keep the others from worrying over him considering the bad luck of having his last ten charges commit suicide. His record was unprecedented as far as he knew. Only Jordan was aware he’d specifically requested to watch over gay males. They required a lot of work. While things in their world were improving for them, progress came at a snail’s pace and despair was too often their constant companion. Drake supposed that one day he would have to face the consequences of losing a charge to suicide once too often, but he hadn’t yet reached the end of his endurance. Drake didn’t share his thoughts. He returned the solid grip on his arm with a reassuring squeeze of his own, before he took to the sky with a single push of his wings.
The air of Home was like crystal, free of the pollutants that thickened the air of Earth. Drake discovered flying under the clear sky made remaining depressed impossible. Instead of the dark final moments of Ryan’s short life, Drake found himself focusing on the highlights. By the time he settled onto his shelf, high on the sheer rocky sides of one of the mountains, Drake’s heart was lighter than it had been in a long time. He believed Ryan deserved to be remembered as more than the heartbroken, despairing man who jumped to his death from a bridge. Drake closed his eyes recalling instead Ryan’s first breath, first smile, first step.
Little Ryan was learning to ride his bicycle without training wheels when the sound of someone clearing his throat brought an abrupt end to the memories playing through Drake’s mind. He opened his eyes with a sigh; usually no one bothered him during his meditation. There wouldn’t be another charge for him until the wait time was over. He wished they would leave him alone. Ralph stood on a narrow shelf beside the broader one Drake was using.
“Jordan sent me for you.” Ralph sounded breathless; he must have flown hard to get there.
Drake frowned. “Did they finally decide it was my fault?”
Ralph shook his head. “No nothing about that. It’s Noah. He’s resigned his charge, requested to go corporeal. I think Jordan is going to ask you to replace Noah. They cannot deny the request to corporeal. He’s already gone, Hawaii or somewhere, but his charge….”
Drake was on his feet. “Is unprotected.” He leaped off the ledge without a glance toward the ground. He flew with a strength that soon left Ralph far behind, and when he strode into the hearing room for the second time that day, he was alone.
“I’ll do it.” The words burst forth as soon as he stopped in front of the council table. Jordan frowned.
“We need to tell you….”
“Nothing. Someone is unprotected. I have nothing to do but sit around on a rock, thinking. I can think and work. Is it in the stars for this charge to be without a guardian? If not, then there is no time! Send me, now.”

Jordan stood, his wings spread to their full span. He was an impressive sight with his golden hair and gold-tipped, blindingly white-feathered wings. “He is correct.” Jordan’s words silenced the murmur that rose up against the unprecedented happenings. “He goes.”

RJ Invites... Amber Kell

RJ Invites... Amber Kell

I have the start of a new series once a month on my blog, where I invite a friend to ramble about whatever they like on my blog. To start us off, the lovely Amber Kell (I have to be nice to her once in a while).

For Love of a Story

Thank you Rj for letting me blather on your blog. If you leave a note you will be entered to win a copy of any ebook on my backlist.

I’ve always had the compulsive need to write stories. Some people need oxygen, food, water, those petty life giving things. I need to write. Growing up there was only my dad, my older sister and me. I had a lot of time alone and I began devouring books the minute I learned to read. Fantasy stories always drew my attention the most. I loved to escape to a world where anything was possible. Authors who could weave an entire world for me to learn about had a special place in my heart. Ann McCaffrey was my absolute favorite.

When I got older and read most of the fantasy books in the library, I started to read romance. The fusion of fantasy and romance was a natural merging for me. After I read Christine Feehan, Sherrilyn Kenyon and a host of other paranormal romance authors I knew I’d found the genre of my heart. My favorite fantasy creature is a dragon, which is why I give them away at conferences. For me the dragon is the epitome of fantasy, an impossible creature with magic who might possibly turn into a sexy man if I’m the one writing the book.

Some people at conferences tell me they don’t like fantasy books or shifters or books with odd characters who might have the ability to cast magical spells. That’s all right I do have some non-magical books. My compulsion to tell a story does sometimes push me in the contemporary genre. The few times I’ve written contemporary it’s because the characters and story called to me enough to leave my treasured magic behind. I find contemporary is a tougher genre to write. In contemporary you have to work within the limits of reality. This is a challenging skill when creating an entire new planet is so much easier for me to write, but perhaps I’m in the minority.

Career advice givers always tell you to follow your passion. If only I had taken that advice a little earlier I could’ve written dozens more stores in that time. Of course I might have starved due to lack of money but it’s a nice dream to think this could’ve been my life all along.



If you haven’t had a chance to read any of my books, I have a vast backlist and some free reads. If you like shifters I recommend starting with Attracting Anthony free on pretty much every ebookstore you can think of and on my website www.amberkellbooks.com.


This is the first book in my Moon Pack series that covers everything from wolf shifters, dragons, wizards, vampires and fae. I am going through the alphabet with this one and some of the series is available in Italian and French.










Blurb:
Anthony Carrow never thinks to find the love of his life when he goes to a bar with his best friend Steven Dell. Getting over the death of his lover has been a hard task for Anthony. After two years he’s still broken-hearted and doesn’t have any intention of joining the dating scene. However, going with Steven to scope out a werewolf club to help his friend find a mate leads to unexpected consequences.

Silver, alpha leader of the Moon pack, has been searching for his mate for a long time. Unhappy with the men he meets he’s given up searching for the man of his dreams until Anthony walks into the bar.

Can a man who’s already suffered a loss once be persuaded to give love a second try or will fear hold them back from finding the love they both deserve.

Amber's Bio:

Amber Kell is one of those quiet people they always tell you to watch out for. She lives in Dallas with her husband, two sons, and one extremely stupid dog.

A listing of her books can be found at her blog. https://amberkell.wordpress.com/






Favourite Authors

Favourite Authors

  • Eli Easton
  • The Mating of Michael is now out on audiobook.
  • Everyone admires Michael Lamont for being a nurse, but his part-time work as a gay sex surrogate not only raises eyebrows, it's cost him relationships. Michael is small, beautiful, and dedicated to working with people who need him. But what he really wants is a love of his own. He spends most of his time reading science fiction, especially books written by his favorite author and long-time crush, the mysteriously reclusive J.C. Guise.
    James Gallway's life is slowly but inexorably sliding downhill. He wrote a best-selling science fiction novel at the tender age of 18, while bedridden with complications of polio. But by 28, he's lost his inspiration and his will to live. His sales from his J.C. Guise books have been in decline for years. Wheelchair bound, James has isolated himself, convinced he is unlovable. When he is forced to do a book signing and meets Michael Lamont, he can't believe a guy who looks like Michael could be interested in a man like him.
    Michael and James are made for each other. But they must let go of stubbornness to see that life finds a way and love has no limitations.
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“You’re the sleek little sports car to my Land Rover.” 

From the moment Gareth walks through the door of the salon to fit some new sinks, Jules can’t take his eyes off him. Jules has always been attracted to men who are his polar opposite, so burly Gareth is Jules’s fantasy man. 
At the weekend, Jules gets into a tough situation with another bloke in a gay club and Gareth comes to his aid. Gareth rejects Jules’s subsequent advances but leaves him with the hope that his attraction isn’t completely one-sided. Fantasy could become reality. 
With Gareth’s work at the salon nearly done, he’ll soon disappear from Jules’s life for good. Time is running out. Jules needs to prove to Gareth that he’s tougher than he looks and that his feelings run deeper than gratitude. 


When he learns that he could be the heir to an unexpected fortune, Harry Vane rejects his past as a Radical fighting for government reform and sets about wooing his lovely cousin. But his heart is captured instead by the most beautiful, chic man he’s ever met: the dandy tasked with instructing him in the manners and style of the ton. Harry’s new station demands conformity—and yet the one thing he desires is a taste of the wrong pair of lips.
 
After witnessing firsthand the horrors of Waterloo, Julius Norreys sought refuge behind the luxurious facade of the upper crust. Now he concerns himself exclusively with the cut of his coat and the quality of his boots. And yet his protégé is so unblemished by cynicism that he inspires the first flare of genuine desire Julius has felt in years. He cannot protect Harry from the worst excesses of society. But together they can withstand the high price of passion.




Review of Duck by Kim Dare

Review of Duck by Kim Dare

One of the first M/M Romance books I read has been re-released by Kim DareDuck is out now at Amazon and All Romance.
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Blurb:
Raised among humans, Ori Jones only discovered he was an avian shifter six months ago. Unable to complete a full shift until he reaches his avian maturity, he still can’t be sure of his exact species.
But with species comes rank, and rank is everything to the avians. When a partial shift allows the elders to announce that they believe Ori to be a rather ugly little duckling, he drops straight to the bottom rung of their hierarchy.
Life isn’t easy for Ori until he comes to the attention of a high ranking hawk shifter. Then the only question is, is Ori really a duck—and what will his new master think when the truth eventually comes out?

Review: read this way back in 2010, in fact it was one of the first books I read with a BDSM theme. This is a beautiful look at the dom/sub dynamic mixed with what expectations rest on each person's shoulders because of who they are.

I loved it in 2010, and I love it just as much now.

Excerpt:

Chapter One
“Duck!”
Instinct took over. Ori dropped to his knees, taking cover behind the waist-high partition that separated the dining area from the adjacent corridor. A plate smashed against the wall to his right—just where his head would have been, if his reactions hadn’t been so quick.
Ori’s grip on his tray of dirty plates faltered as he hunched over them in an effort to stay low and out of range. They slid forward. Scrabbling at the china, he desperately tried to catch more than a dozen fragile pieces of crockery at the same time.
Two hands were never going to be enough. The dishes and glasses spilled leftover food and wine across the floor as they tumbled out of his grasp. Ori made one last attempt to catch a wine glass. Success! His fingers wrapped tightly around the delicate stem as the rest of the plates and silverware plummeted toward the dark oak floorboards.
As the clatter peaked, then faded away, Ori’s attention flickered from one piece of expensive china to another, from one lead crystal glass to the next. Each item stared back at him, miraculously unscathed.
“What the hell…?” Highly polished black shoes stopped at the edge of the debris.
“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll clean it up immediately,” Ori rushed out, scrambling to pick up the mess of scattered crockery and utensils, and move them out of the man’s way.
Clearing one side of the hallway first, Ori quickly made a path through the wreckage for the higher-ranking man. As soon as he was sure the man could walk by without soiling his shoes, Ori paused and politely waited for the man to pass.
The shoes didn’t move.
Ori sprung back into action, working even more frantically, as he realised the man had no intention of taking another step until every scrap vanished from his sight.
Ori didn’t waste precious time peering up at the stranger who loomed over him. It didn’t matter who he was. He outranked Ori by default, and every second that passed probably added another lash to the whipping Ori’s clumsiness must have already earned him.
Damn it, just a few more steps and he’d have reached the safety of the full height section of wall that still kept the stranger out of sight of the dining room. He’d have been out of range then—at least until he had to venture back into the dining room to clear another table. Ori pressed his lips together and kept his curses to himself. It was too late to wish he’d walked quicker now.
Placing the last shard of the plate that had smashed against the wall on the tray next to the surviving dishes, Ori set it to one side of the corridor and knelt neatly behind it, waiting for the other shifter to finally step past him. The shoes remained exactly where they were. Uncertain what else was required, Ori risked a glance up as far as the man’s knees.
A hand appeared alongside the neatly tailored trousers. Ori’s eyes went to the tattoo on the inside of the man’s wrist.
Hawk.
Ori knew he still had a lot to learn about the marks that distinguished each species of avian from the others, but the harsh black lines that decorated the stranger’s skin were impossible to mistake.
Hawk.
Ori’s stomach turned over as he imagined what angering such a high-ranking man could mean for him.
The stranger’s hand stayed exactly where it was until Ori reached up and offered his own wrist up in return. His fingers were still smeared with the food he’d cleaned from the floor. His unmarked wrist looked even barer when held next to the one that properly signalled a man’s species.
Ori looked farther up and into a pair of startling amber eyes.
“There’s a reason you’re not marked?”
“They’re waiting until they’re sure what I am, sir,” Ori blurted out.
“Have you completed a partial shift?”
“Yes, sir.”
The hawk looked at Ori’s wrist again. “What was the elder’s best guess?”
“A rather ugly little duckling, sir.”
It was an exact quote. It was also four words longer than his answer needed to be. Such things mattered when speaking to a man whose species endowed him with a rank as high as a hawk’s—Ori had learnt that the hard way. He dropped his gaze and waited for the worst.
“Is there a name you’re certain of?”
The question was so unexpected, it took Ori a moment to find an answer. “Ori Jones, sir.”
“Up on your feet, Ori.”
Picking up the tray, Ori rose to his full height without considering anything but the hawk’s order.
“Duck!”
Ori dropped heavily to the floor as laughter echoed out of the dining room. His tray spilled from his hands once more. The plates weren’t destined to survive two equally spectacular demonstrations of his clumsiness in such quick succession. Fragments of shattering chinaware skidded along the floorboards, colliding with the hawk’s shoes and Ori’s bare legs.
He looked up just in time to see the hawk step out from behind the wall and into view of the crowd of crows who’d been drinking in the dining room for most of the day.
“All of you—over here. Now!”
Ori started collecting up the fragments of smashed crockery, his hands shaking as he imagined the look that would flash in the chef’s eyes when he saw the mess Ori had made of the nest’s fine dining service.
Shadows fell across his skin as the crows crossed the room in response to the hawk’s command.
“Clean that up.”
Ori kept his head down, his eyes on his task. “Yes, sir.”
“Not you—them.”
Ori looked up. “Sir?”
“You heard me. On your feet.”
All Ori could do was stare up at him in horror. “I can—”
“You’ll do as you’re told. Stand up.”
Ori’s body obeyed without consulting his brain. Some sort of mental process clicked into operation when he was half way to his feet. “I could—”
The hawk didn’t appear impressed. He pointed to an area of clear floor, just beyond the fallout from the tray. “Take care that you step over the glass.”
Ori gave in. Keeping his gaze lowered, not daring to look toward the crows, he took up position where he’d been commanded.
“You expect us to—” one of the crows began.
“I expect you to do what you’re told, too,” the hawk snapped, as if a crow was no different from a duckling in his eyes.
Ori swallowed rapidly. Perhaps to a man with a hawk’s rank, the rungs at the bottom end of the social ladder were very close together. But Ori was well aware that the crows all knew the difference between their station in the nest and his own precarious and unofficial position.
The crows’ glares skittered over his skin as they stooped to collect the broken pieces of crockery and pile them on the tray. They didn’t have to say a word. Ori knew they all intended to remind him exactly how far above him they were as soon as the hawk stepped out of sight.
“And the rest,” the hawk commanded.
Ori looked up. The second plate that the crows had pitched at him hadn’t been empty. Food streaked across the wall in a vivid mess of browns and greens.
The hawk caught his eye.
“I’ll fetch—” Ori began.
“They can find whatever they need. Just tell them where.”
“There’s a storeroom behind the kitchens, sir.”
A nod from the hawk dismissed one of the crows in that direction.
Ori closed his eyes. His toes clenched against the floorboards as he fought against an almost overwhelming urge to run. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to race away from the crows or from the hawk. The crows were going to give him hell, but the hawk was…
The moment Ori opened his eyes, his gaze went to the bird of prey. He was far larger than either him or the crows; tall and broad across the shoulders. His well-tailored shirt did nothing to hide the muscles beneath the fabric. The dark material only succeeded in making him look more dominant, more aristocratic.
It was only supposed to be a glance, but Ori found himself incapable of looking away. He’d seen a hawk at the nest a few months before, but he had been a much older man whose hair had faded to grey as his back had bent with age.
He’d never seen a hawk like this one. The man was glorious, all strength and certainty.

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11 Books, 11 Days Sale


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Alter Ego by Meredith Russell:  Amazon | All Romance
Dead Things by Meredith Russell:  Amazon | All Romance
Theory Unproven by Lillian Francis:  Amazon | All Romance 
And Then That Happened by Liam Livings:  Amazon | All Romance
The Art Of Words by Meredith Russell and RJ Scott:  Amazon | All Romance
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Heat by Chris Quinton and RJ Scott:  Amazon | All Romance
One Night by RJ Scott:  Amazon | All Romance
Bucket List by RJ Scott:  Amazon | All Romance
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