Jess Buffett ~ Nick's Christmas Wish

Release Date: December 3rd
Available: JK Publishing

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BLURB:

Jaxon Flores has finally returned home to Shore Point pack.  He's father is going to train him to take his rightful place as the next Pack Alpha.  He arrives home the day before Christmas Eve—unsure and unprepared for what lies ahead for him.

Nick Ashby co-owns and runs a small café.  He carries secrets that only the ones closest to him are privy to.  Life dealt him a bad hand as he grew up with an unforgiving father—one who happens to be the town Reverend. 

When Nick's past and future walk into the café, will he finally get his Christmas Wish?

EXCERPT:

The girl behind the counter broke through his trance, calling over and distracting the waiter.  “Damn,” he muttered in disappointment.

His mood lightened, however, when he realized the girl had called the other man over so he could deliver Jaxon’s drink.  Suddenly he wanted to kiss her.

He tracked the young man’s steps, each one bringing him closer and closer, the alluring smell growing stronger.  His cock perked up, hardening in his jeans, the metal teeth of his zipper pressing so hard he swore he would have indents soon.

“Here you go, sir.  Is there anything else I can get you?”

Honey brown eyes stared at Jax through thick, black lashes and mesmerized him.

“As a matter of fact, there is,” his voice had dropped, low and husky as he breathed in more of his mate’s scent.

“S-sorry?” The young man’s eyes widened as Jax stood, moving closer.

“No need to be sorry.  You’re my mate, but you already knew that didn’t you?” he whispered into the young Panther’s ear.  Jax felt his body tremble as he pressed them closer together.  “So how about you tell me your name?”

“M-my name?”

Jax gave a lazy chuckled.  “Yes, sweetheart.  I’d like to know the name of the man I plan to spend eternity with.”

“E-eternity?”  He could feel the other man relax against him slightly, hear his brain turning over and spinning in confusion.  He also knew the moment the younger man’s brain caught up with what was going on.  “No!”

Jax stumbled back, shocked at the almost violent outcry.  “No?”

He knew the girl behind the counter was staring, but all his focus was on his mate before him.

“Nick, is everything okay?” she asked.

Nick’s eyes darted around wildly as if searching for something...or someone.  Shit!  Was his mate already in a relationship with someone else?  Was he looking for that person right now?

Jealousy surged through him at the thought of anyone else thinking they could lay claim to what was his.  This was his mate.

“Looking for someone?”

Nick’s eyes widened for a moment before he took a step back, shaking his head.  “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart,” he crooned, attempting to move closer.  When the younger man stumbled back again, Jax halted his movements.  He didn’t want to scare his mate.  “Why don’t we sit down and talk for a bit?  Get to know each other.”

He’d be willing to take things slow if that’s what Nick needed, though every part of him was aching to reach out and drag the other man to the closest secluded area.  His Panther perked up at the idea of ravishing their mate.  What would he sound like? Taste like?  Damn, he really wanted to find out.

“I can’t.  I don’t know who you are, but I can’t.”  Nick’s face had grown pale, his voice shaking as much as his body.

Jax narrowed his eyes.  “Can’t, or won’t?”

Nick bit down on his bottom lip and shook his head again.

“That isn’t an answer, cub.”

“Cub?”  Nick gasped, eyeing him over as though really seeing him for the first time.  “Jaxon?”

“You know me?” he asked, confused because he couldn’t recall ever meeting the man in front of him.

“Oh God.  This is not good.  So not good,” Nick mumbled.

Andrew Grey ~ A Lion in Tails

Release Date: December 1st
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Larry Kincaid isn't ready to be a parent, but when his sister dies in an accident, he takes his nephew, Angus, into his home. The change throws Larry’s life into limbo until he meets Joshua Langdon. 

To Joshua, Larry is a lion: growly and strong, but too proud to ask for help. Joshua gets past his defenses and finds a place in Larry and Angus’s family, but Larry's pride gets in the way. Can they turn their holiday romance into a relationship that lasts into the New Year?

Excerpt: 

Chapter 1

“Uncle Larry, can we get a real Christmas tree?” Angus asked pitifully from the backseat.

“Of course, but it’s too early to get one, and I have a party in a few days, so I’m hoping you’ll be willing to help me put up the big tree in the living room. When it gets closer to Christmas, we’ll put up a real tree in the family room,” Larry Kincaid promised.

“But Santa will come to the real tree, right?” Angus asked. “Does Santa know where I am? What if he comes to where me and Mommy used to live and I’m not there?” He sounded so plaintive it broke Larry’s heart.

“Santa knows where you live; I promise. But tonight when we get home, you can write him a letter, and I’ll help you mail it,” Larry said. He hoped Angus would ask more questions or talk about anything, but he simply sat in the backseat and stared out the window.

Larry’s older sister, Melanie, had died in a car accident on her way home from work four months earlier, and his five-year-old nephew Angus, according to Melanie’s will, was to be raised by Larry. Granted, they were the only family either of them had since Melanie never married and Angus’s father had never been part of his life and seemed to want nothing to do with him, but Larry still wondered what his sister had been thinking. His life was so not kid-friendly, but he had been trying and would continue to try for as long as it took. “What do you want for dinner?” Larry asked.

Angus said nothing. He did that a lot. Sometimes he asked questions, and Larry always answered them as truthfully as he could, but mostly he stayed quiet and withdrawn. So his questions about Christmas trees had caught Larry a little off guard. Angus mumbled something Larry couldn’t hear. “Nuggets,” he finally said a little louder.

Larry should have known. There were times when he thought Angus was going to turn into a chicken nugget—either that or a bowl of macaroni and cheese. “Okay. We’ll go through the drive-through and get you some. Then we can go home and you can eat.” No answer. “Will you help me put up the Christmas tree for the party?”

“Uh-huh,” Angus said. “Will there be kids at the party? Mama had a birthday party for me with all my friends. Will it be like that only for Christmas?”

“Not this party, buddy. It’s for grown-ups and the people I work with. But I promise there will be food you like, and you can watch a movie in the TV room.”

“I wanna be with you,” Angus said softly.

“Okay. You can be with me all night if you want. The women I work with are going to love you.” Larry paused for a few seconds. His Christmas party was always a big deal. He decorated the house lavishly and invited his colleagues and clients. It was an evening of glitter, glitz, and bling, with men in tuxedos and woman in evening wear and sparkling jewelry. How his party had become one of the social events of the year, Larry wasn’t quite sure, but it was. And because of that, he got a lot of extra clients who wanted him to manage their money. Larry pulled into the drive-through and placed the order for the food. Once he’d paid and received the bag, he handed it to Angus, who held it on his lap for the rest of the ride home.

When they pulled up and parked in front of the large Victorian painted lady he called home, Larry helped Angus out of his car seat and they walked inside. Angus knew he had to eat at the table, so Larry got a plate for him and poured a glass of milk. Angus climbed up into one of the chairs and began to pull out his dinner. Larry helped him, and then got himself some leftover pasta with pesto sauce out of the refrigerator and heated in the microwave. He sat with Angus, but they didn’t talk much. Angus ate silently, and when he was nearly done, he offered a nugget to Larry. He took it and chewed, smiling as Angus ate the last one.

For the past four months, since Angus had come to live with him, Larry knew he’d only been existing. He hadn’t made any plans. Usually in the winter, he booked a cruise for a week of fun in the sun away from snow, ice, and wind. But not this year. Things felt too unsettled for him, like he expected everything to change at the drop of a hat, the way it had a few months earlier when he’d gotten a phone call that his sister was dead and he needed to drive form Carlisle to Pittsburgh to get his nephew. Now he expected everything to change just as rapidly.

“Finish your milk,” Larry said gently. Angus nodded and emptied his glass. Then Larry took care of the dishes. “I’m going to go up in the attic and start bringing things down for the tree. Do you want to help?”

Angus climbed down off the chair and followed Larry up the stairs and then to the third floor. When Larry opened the attic door, Angus peered inside and then stepped back. “It’s scary,” Angus said.

“I know, so I’ll get the things, and you can help me carry them downstairs,” Larry said with a smile. He retrieved the tubs of ornaments as well as a few small boxes that he gave to Angus to bring along. The two of them carried down the decorations as well as the huge tree he kept in prelighted sections.

Once everything was in the formal living room, he moved the furniture and set up the tree. After it was plugged in and the lights adjusted, he and Angus began hanging the angels—hundreds of them. Of course, Angus hung them all low, and Larry had to do the rest of the tree, but he didn’t mind. A few times he lifted Angus up so he could put some of the ornaments higher on the tree. But after about half an hour, Angus went to sit on the sofa, curled up, and promptly fell asleep.

Dawn Flemington ~ Blah Humbug

Release date: December 1, 2013

Available: Dreamspinner Press

Genre: M/M contemporary holiday

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Christmas? Blah, humbug…

Not everyone is happy during the holidays. I happen to be one of those people.

It drives me crazy to see everyone so blasted merry around me two months out of 365 days. Why just this time of year? Why not spread the joy though out the twelve months?

Oh, I have plenty of warm, fuzzy seasonal memories during childhood, but since becoming an adult, I can only think of four years where the holidays were not marred by death, employment loss, lack of money or soured relationships. Some years, the depression is so bad that I don’t even celebrate it at all.

I guess that is why I wrote this story. I wanted someone who disliked the season, to magically find happiness. I am a Haven Marley, waiting for a reason to believe in Christmas again.

Who knows? Maybe my Sander Klaus will visit me this year.

BLURB:

Haven Marley’s having the worst December ever. Work was terrible, his car wouldn’t start… and then it gets even worse. His Christmas is awfully blue until he meets Sander Klaus. They quickly discover that when it comes to celebrating, they are total opposites: Haven hates the holidays, while Sander –a mall Santa- embraces everything about the season. Haven may be a Scrooge, but with Sander, he’ll learn more about the joys of being in the Christmas spirit than he ever imagined.

EXCERPT (PG):

Haven’s eyes fluttered open. He found himself resting on a sofa bed in a candle lit room with a delectable aroma of apples and cinnamon. Noticing he lay naked under a blanket, he jolted up. This caused his head to swim and he placed his hand over the source of pain to find his temple bandaged.

“Ho Ho Ho… you’re awake. Had me worried there for a moment.”

Haven glared in the general direction of where the voice came from. “Who are you? What am I doing here? Why is it dark in here? Where are my clothes?”

“Whoa there, buddy. One question at a time.” The candle flame floated closer. A man in a red Santa suit stood next to the sofa bed. “You’re here because you were in the street and I almost hit you. We were heading to the hospital, but the storm blocked the roads. It also has knocked out the power, hence the candles. As for your clothes, they’re soaked. I didn’t want ya to catch hypothermia, so I stripped you and shoved you under the covers.” He sat on the corner of the bed and touched the bandage. “You got a nasty gash. What where ya doing out in the middle of a blizzard without a coat?”

“My car wouldn’t start. I started walking and was mugged. Lost my cell phone and car keys as well as cash and my jacket.”

“Bastards!” The man sat the candle on an end table, adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses and took off his hat. “Whatta Christmas present.”

Haven peered at the white bearded man in the candle light and pulled the blankets tighter to him. “You still haven’t told me who you are.”

The man threw his hand out to shake. “Sander Klaus at your service.”

Haven gave him a sour look. The man reeked of perkiness. “You seriously don’t expect me to believe you’re Santa Claus.”

“No, my name is Sander Klaus.” He pulled off the white wig and fake beard, revealing a head of dark, wavy hair. “A construction worker by trade, a mall Santa during the holidays to bring in extra cash while the season is slow. I was on my way home from work when I found you in the street.” He stood up, slipped his red jacket and extra padding off, and tossed the items aside. “And who may you be?”

“Haven. Haven Marley.” Aware of his naked state, he pulled the blankets closer.

APOLOGIES FIRST!!!

I would like to say sorry for falling behind on my December postings... 

I have no excuses except to say family needed me.

Been busy & then some...

Okay, so I have been busy as fuck since last Thursday. My eldest sister (Saff) is in hospital so I have been running around doing errands for her. Also with trading in my car I've had to do stuff for that (so much fricken drama). Then I went to the Chiropractors with my kiddo - mainly because I wanted to go shopping - I picked up a dress to wear when I go out to dinner with Z Allora, her hubs, & my kiddo.

This what the dress looks like (model so isn't me). Em picked it out for me to wear. It feels really nice on. I have a coffin hand bag that I will use. All that's left is to decide on what shoes to wear with it. Should I go chunky heels or delicate heels? Mind you I am more the chunky type of girl. I'll also be wearing black stocking under the dress as my legs are so white you need sunglasses to look at them. I just don't want to be held responsible for blinding some poor innocent human being.

Em and I are excited to be seeing Z and her hubs again - also we've never been to Dracula's so  it should be loads of fun. Hopefully will have the new car by then.

This is the handbag I was talking about. My sister in-law gave it to me a couple of years ago. When not in use it's an ornament in my office. It looks right at home sitting amongst all my Gargoyle ornaments/statues.

Though in between times I have been organising to have some wonderful authors on my blog during the month of December.

Also: The talented and amazing Kris J, has let me know Experimentals: Blessed With A Curse has been given a release date - you will know when I do.

Dawn Flemington ~ Hometown Secrets

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Hometown Secrets is my first published book. I got the idea by piecing together some of my past, sprinkled with a little of my present. Originally titled Dirty Little Secret, it started out in 2011 as a story for an anthology – but the characters wouldn’t let me cut their story short, and so I wrote past the 12,000 word limit with my eyes set on a novel.

Then, my tranquil writer’s life became out of control and I stopped doing everything I loved. Though I had plenty of encouragement to continue writing, it wasn’t until 2013 that I found myself in a frame of mind to be able to sit down and finish Pete and Asher’s story.

It was both thrilling and sad to type ‘THE END”. At last, I had something completed to submit to a publisher, yet Pete, Asher, and the whole town of Delton felt like family to me and I didn’t want to say good-bye.

I hope someday to write a couple more stories with other characters based out of Hometown Secrets.

Tag = a small town explodes when secret gay lovers must unite for a church event

Genre = M/M contemporary romance

Publisher Buy Link = Loose Id Publishing

Release date = November 19, 2013

Blurb:

An old secret. A new secret. A surprising secret. A dirty secret.

Coming to terms with his sexuality, Pete Stubbs has found his ‘Mr. Wonderful’ and wants to celebrate his happiness by coming out. Yet admitting he is gay to his family is taking a bit more courage than he originally thought, especially when his mother stuns him with her unexpected homophobic hatred. He starts to wonder if his coming out will be more selfish than freeing.

Out and proud Asher Gilford is tired of always being the ‘throw away boy’ in past hush-hush liaisons. He feels he deserves to be loved by a man who is not ashamed to be with him. Though his current lover reassures him ‘a little more time is needed’ before they can go public, Asher is beginning to fear he is becoming someone’s ‘dirty little secret’ and vows it will not happen to him again.

When a church sponsors Pete and Asher for a charity event, it becomes the catalyst for a series of startling secrets to explode within the community. In his silent confusion, Pete watches life crumble and realizes that by remaining in the closet, he could lose his nephew, his best friend and most important, Asher.

Excerpt: 396 words, PG rating.

Pete’s thoughts drifted, and he became uncomfortably warm. Yes, it was an honor to represent the church in the cowboy games, but to do it with Asher Gilford? Did he really want to chance an association between them, no matter how benign? The two of them together in public could draw too many questions he did not want to think about, let alone answer. 

Brother Billy thumped Pete’s back, “We are pleased both young men agreed.” 

“Peter hasn’t signed the contract yet.” His mother sipped at her coffee. “And I doubt he’s going to now. Too much of his valuable time will be spent in training a novice, and as for Mr. Gilford? My son has a reputation to think about.” 

“Sister Stubbs.” Brother Billy frowned, his manner noticeably more formal in tone and gesture. “The events require teamwork, and all the participants who enter the games take the time to train together, regardless if they grew up with the skills or not. And as far as Asher is concerned, he’s a virtuous congregational member of good moral standing.” 

“And you can’t get any more of a straight moral compass than Pete and Asher.” Agnes leaned back in her chair. “Oh, they’ll make a wonderful pair, those two.” 

Pete winced, wishing Sister Agnes had kept her opinion to herself. 

“Agnes Klotz! Don’t you understand?” his mother shot through pursed lips. “Asher Gilford is an outright, unrepentant homosexual.” 

“Judge not lest ye be judged, Sister Stubbs.” The quiet comment flowed from Brother Billy’s lips. 

At Brother Billy’s words, his mother simmered down and regained her composure. “I’m not judging here. I’m full of love and compassion and concern for the church.” 

“Hey, you.” Lucy nudged Pete with her elbow. “You’re being awful quiet about this. How do you feel?” 

Chirp-chirp-chirp. 

Pete jumped and sought out the cell phone in his pocket. 

Brother Billy rose from his chair. “Yes, what do you have to say? Are we still in agreement that you’ll represent the church for the cowboy games, even with Asher Gilford?” 

Pete hesitated. He loathed being in positions like this. Yes, he wanted to be a part of the team. Yes, he waffled at the thought of being with Asher in public. Yes, it bothered him that his mother was expecting him to do what she believed was right. But what was right for Peter Stubbs?

Catching up!!!

Trying desperately to catch up on my NaNoWriMo - Sons of Evenmore: Blood To Blood. If I stick to my own personal schedule I figure I can pull it off. the story may not be finished but I should be able to reach the required 50K - So keep you fingers crossed for me.

On other news: Experimentals: Blessed With A Curse has finally been sent to Formatting. I'm starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Also The Lines of Marsden: Living in Shadows is in first edits with the wonderful Christie N - I hate first edits as it shows how many punctuation errors I've made - I've said it before and I'll more than likely say it again - I totally suck at punctuation.