Tuesday, 15 December 2015

My Guest ~ Bronwyn Heeley

Moonlit Escapades [Moonlit Wolves #7.5]
Release Date: December 15th
Publisher: eXtasybooks
Genre: LGBT+ (gay) Paranormal Romance


Blurb
There is never a time when a visit from old friends isn’t comforting

Ever wonder how Jex and Matt ended up in that compromising position in book 4? Or what the fight between Phil and Craig was about? Or how about how they all became so close and ended up living together?

Well here’s your chance. All the missing pieces that were linked but not fully explained are bundled together in this heart-warming anthology, and just in time for Christmas, because who doesn’t like to visit from family at this time of year.

Note: series must be read in order, but these shorts can be read separately, they’ll just be enjoyed more as companions.

EXCERPT (may be a little rough still as it’s not gone through final proofing)
Time stood stock still just inside the opening to the lounge room. Struck dumb by the fact that his mum and step-dad didn’t remember they told Tim he had to sleep at home Christmas night.

“Tim!”

His mum’s voice was high, nearly a squeak as she scrambled off Doug turning an already embarrassing moment into something awkward and unnecessary. Why couldn’t she have just stayed there, then he could have turned around and pretended. Pretend...he didn’t know what, but he was definitely at a point where his mind would have come up with anything to stop to trauma.

Turning around, Tim walked straight into Colin on his way back out of the lounge room.

“Babe,” he said, alarmed, his arms circling Tim’s shoulder as he kept on walking into his lover.

“I’m not having a good year,” he mumbled into Colin’s shoulder, trying hard to push out the horror of his mother doing the dirty. Isn’t there a time when parents aren’t meant to want sex anymore? You know, somewhere around the time of his birth. And yes, he was trying very hard to forget that he had no plans of stopping until his dick wouldn’t get it up again. Then he’d turn to those lovely blue pills.

“What? What happened? Is your mum alright?” Colin asked as he started to move them forward.

“No!” Tim screamed just as his mum came around the corner with her nightgown on.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that, baby.”

Tim nodded, but knew she found the whole thing hilarious.

“What happened?” Colin asked, relaxing against Tim now that he knew nothing bad had actually happened.

Tim made a sound in the back of his throat. “I need to leave,” he mumbled as his mum laughed outright.

“We thought you boys would take a little longer to get up.”

“You could have just not!” Tim said turning around to face his mum. “You knew we were here. You could have…done the deed behind a locked door.” He threw his hands up, mumbling as he walked back out into the lounge room. “Could have gone my whole life without having to ever think about my mum doing the nasty.”

Said mum and Colin laughed hard behind him. Yeah, it was all so fucking funny.

Back in the lounge room, Tim found it a little hard to look Doug in the face as his neck started to heat up.

“Let’s get this over with. I’m hungry.”

Colin came in behind him, wrapping his arms around Tim.

“I told you we could have had a bit of pre-present nooky, but no…you had to rush out and see what Santa brought you.”

This last statement had Tim flashing a hot red from head to toe as he realised that apparently, things could get worse.


ABOUT AUTHOR
I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours... da da da da dum, author of MM romance



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Monday, 14 December 2015

My Guest ~ Lucy Felthouse

Cupid
Releasing: December 14th
Publisher: Evernight Publishing


Blurb
As a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer on a single very special night, Cassius Cupid eats, sleeps, and breathes deliveries. He doesn’t mind, but sometimes wishes that someone would send him something more exciting than bills and junk mail.

One cold January morning, Cassius gets his wish. A young woman arrives with a parcel. Turns out it’s for his housemate—but Cassius doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is Carina—the beautiful female courier.

Has Cupid finally met his match?

Excerpt
  Cassius Cupid woke with a start, and then sat bolt upright in his bed. Shit, I’m going to be late! was his first thought.

  Milliseconds later his brain switched on, and he remembered. He was on holiday. Flopping back onto the warm mattress and pillows with a contented sigh, he smiled. No work for fourteen whole days—it was going to be utter bliss. He stretched, relishing the feeling it created in his sleep-softened muscles. Ahhh…this is the life.

  He knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep—hell, it was eight o’clock, which was practically the middle of the day for someone in his profession—so Cassius fell to thinking about how he was going to spend his day, not to mention the several others in front of him. God knew he deserved to relax and have some fun. He’d just emerged from the busiest part of his year, and he was more than ready to do some chilling out.

  He enjoyed his job as a postman—he really did—but the Christmas period was a total killer. He idly wondered how many cards and presents he’d delivered over the past few weeks. It didn’t bear thinking about. Once you factored in the festive period itself, the weird few days between Christmas and New Year, and then the flurry of mail that got sent when everyone went back to work properly at the beginning of January, he’d racked up some serious deliveries. And that was before you even thought about his other job—which was for just one day a year, but was arguably more important than the other 364 put together.

  Cassius—or Cupid, as he was known to his boss and colleagues in his second, but most important job—was not only a regular postman for the Royal Mail, but also a reindeer. For a single day of the year, Cassius had the supernatural power to transform into one of Santa’s faithful steeds and help pull that famous magical sleigh, delivering presents to excited children the world over.

  Therefore, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Cassius really did eat, sleep and breathe deliveries, but not for the next fourteen days. All he planned to do was watch some TV, read some books, maybe go out hiking, meet some friends… basically anything that wasn’t delivering something to someone. Hey, he might even receive something through the post himself—preferably not the usual crap; bills and junk mail. He didn’t hold out much hope.

  He lounged in bed for another ten minutes before realising he was lying there just for the sake of it. Being on holiday didn’t have to equal staying in bed all day—and certainly not for someone as active as him. He reached over to his bedside table, grabbed his glasses and put them on. Throwing off his thick duvet, he walked to his bedroom window and peeked out through the curtains, immediately glad of the effective central heating he and his housemate had forked out to have installed the previous year.

  The outside world was covered in a thick layer of snow, and Cassius was mightily glad that he wasn’t out delivering letters and parcels. The stuff was treacherous enough without having to carry a heavy bag up and down driveways, paths, and pavements—most of which either hadn’t been cleared, or had been cleared badly, leaving incredibly slippery patches of ground for an unsuspecting postie to come across. God knows he’d gone down enough times, but, much to his relief, nobody had ever seen him do it. He’d always been relatively unharmed—except for his pride, of course—and had been able to scramble back to his feet and carry on.

  The eerie silence outside was broken by the rumble of an engine, and Cassius turned his head to look up the street—he lived in a cul-de-sac, so he knew that’s where the vehicle would come from—and watched as a delivery van made its way slowly and carefully down the road. He hoped the driver was sensible enough to try and steer over the thickest parts of the snow—the more people went over and over the same patches, packing it down, the more the road surface resembled an ice rink. And since the cul-de-sac was on a slight hill, it was easy enough to get stuck. He’d seen it so many times—even going outside one time last winter to suggest the driver go down to the bottom of the road, turn around and try reversing up the hill—an almost foolproof plan for vans with rear-wheel drive. He’d gotten a big thumbs-up for that suggestion as the driver finally got to the junction where the road became flat, and went on his merry way.

  As the van drew closer to his house, he saw that the driver was a woman. That would explain her cautious driving—he’d never admit it to one of his drinking buddies, but women were far superior when it came to driving in adverse weather conditions. He even thought he’d seen some survey containing statistics that proved it.

About Lucy
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes.

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Sunday, 13 December 2015

Christmas Time at Papa Lee's

Release Date: December 2012
Publisher: MPRPress




Blurb
RSVP by Dec 20: You are cordially invited to attend a Christmas celebration at Papa Lee’s.

Casey Chambers isn’t used to kindness; being tossed out onto the street does that to a person. His life takes a turn for the better when he lands a job at Papa Lee’s. Not only does the Lee family give Casey a place to work, they give him a place to call home… And the opportunity to find love with one of their own.  But Casey’s burgeoning relationship with Marty Lee is threatened when Marty withdraws after a vicious attack.  It’ll take a miracle for Casey to convince Marty they’re meant to be.


Good thing it’s the season for miracles.

Excerpt
  Martin Lee didn't exactly hate his life. He had a good job, a roof over his head... Okay, maybe it was only an apartment over his parents' garage. Originally he'd shared the space with his younger-by twelve minutes-brother, Emerson, who everyone called Sonny. When they'd turned twenty-one, Sonny had moved out to live with his girlfriend, and in the seven years since then they had married and had two beautiful baby girls.

  Sonny's wife, Ellen, was always trying to fix Marty up with friends of hers. For the first two months, she'd introduced him to all her single lady friends. When Sonny told her she was wasting her time because Marty batted for the home team, she'd switched to all her male friends. She hadn't even cared if they were straight or gay. Ellen maintained that one day everything would click into place for him. He would meet that special someone, and he'd know just by looking into their eyes or by the touch of their hand. His brother teased his wife, saying she'd watched Sleepless in Seattle one too many times.

  Now, at twenty-eight years of age, Marty still hadn't met anyone who he thought might be the one. He'd looked in the usual spots: bars and clubs. He was definitely over the bar scene. All he ever met there were drunks who wanted to grope him. Most of them were women—even in the few gay clubs he had gone to. Marty had even tried a few unconventional places like the grocery store, and again it was a bust. These days he told people he preferred being on his own.
Maybe if he said it often enough his heart would start to believe it.

  As he stood in front of the hall mirror, he took in the bruised jaw and split lip and shook his head. Last night, while closing up the shop alone, he'd been jumped by some kids who didn't take kindly to "the fat fucking pervert living in and breathing the same air as they did." The stupid part was, they didn't even rob him. They got more enjoyment of beating the crap out of him until Mr. Parker from the grocer next door came to his rescue. Lately it was becoming the norm for the shits to beat on him a little. The police had been by so many damn times that he got sick of seeing them; they probably felt the same way about him.

  A quick glimpse at his watch told him it was time to go. Grabbing his keys from the table by the door, he raced carefully down the stairs, not wanting to go ass up in the snow, and yelled for his mother to shake her caboose if they were going to get to work on time. His parents owned the small diner where they all worked. His dad and brother had the opening shift this week, which meant he didn't have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn. Though his job wasn't all roses, it did mean he would be stuck there until the café closed at ten pm. Until they hired another person he'd be closing up alone, though Sonny said he would help out when he could.

  His mother poked her tongue out at him as she locked up the house and climbed into the front passenger seat. "So, do you think your admirer will have been back today?"

  "Ma, he isn't my admirer. Casey's a quiet guy who comes in for a good feed."

  While he concentrated on backing out of the yard and onto the street, Marty bit back the smile threatening to spread across his face. The mere thought of the gorgeous young goth man who came at least once a week to eat at their diner sent a warm tingle racing over his skin. Too many times Marty had started to strike up a conversation, only to lose his nerve before the words left this throat. Quite often this left him feeling and looking like a complete idiot.

  "Your dad thinks he could be a weirdo. Maybe we should ask him to eat elsewhere."

  Marty snorted in disbelief. "Ma, he hasn't really done anything except eat. He pays his bill and never makes trouble. What logical reason could you give to ask him not to come back? Last I heard it wasn't illegal to dress like a goth."

  "We'll see. Your dad's keeping an eye on him anyway." She looked at him sideways, "Your brother thinks he only comes in because of you."

  "Ha!" Marty blurted. "Ma, look at me. I'm not exactly the type of guy men are interested in. I can guarantee it's safe to say he isn't coming to the restaurant to see me. Maybe he's interested in Cherie or Karen. Or maybe he's heard we have a budding star pastry chef in our employ now that Sonny's the Clayton's Bay Pie and Pastry Bake-Off champion."

  His mother chuckled. "Maybe, but if he was then he would be nearly the only one. I heard from Cherie's mother the other day that Carmichael's Bakery is still claiming we cheated somehow."

  Marty snorted. "Sonny would never cheat. He takes his baking seriously; sometimes a little too seriously if you ask me."

  "Don't say mean things about your brother. You may need him one day."

  "Yeah, I'll need him to look after you and Dad when you're both old and feeble." He cracked up laughing when his mother hit him and tried unsuccessfully to mask her own laughter.

  Once they quieted down, they drove the rest of the way in silence, but Marty knew his mother would eventually come back and talk more about his self-esteem. They would end up having a huge family conference over it. His family thought they all had the right to weigh in and decide for him what needed to be done. They never would think of him as a grown man, not even Sonny, who was the exact same age as he was. Marty smiled to himself. He loved his family, but sometimes they drove him bonkers.

  His brother and father greeted them as they walked in the door. Marty waved to Cherie and Karen, the two waitstaff who had been hired for the Christmas rush last year and had never been let go. After nearly a year they were more like part of the family. Cherie held up an order pad, waving it in his direction with a big smile on her face.

  "Your boyfriend's not here yet." She winked as he playfully snatched the pad from her hands. He glared at his brother who was making kissy noises from near the sandwich press. Sometimes Marty really wished he was an only child.

About Me
NJ needs to write like she needs to breathe. It’s an addiction she never intends to find a cure for. When you don’t find NJ arguing with Vlad, her muse, or writing about the wonderful men in her stories, you’ll find her reading work by other authors she greatly admires. NJ lives on five acres situated in the SE of Qld, Australia with her family who all encourage her writing career (even if she does occasionally call them by her character’s names), and her variety of pets. NJ thinks anyone who takes the time to read her stuff is totally awesome, and wants to thank you all.

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Saturday, 12 December 2015

My Guest ~ Neil Plakcy

Noche Buena

Release Date: December 2011
Publisher: MLRPRess


BLURB
Sean McCartney gave up a computer career to work as a carpenter on South Beach, but the real estate downturn has left him unemployed and questioning his decisions. He’s spending his free time in the pool with the other guys from the Miami Beach Gay Swim Team.
The team’s coach, Gaspar Fuentes, is single and forty-five, and feeling lonely at Christmas. So the guys decide to surprise him with a real Cuban Noche Buena, Christmas Eve. Because he has free time, Sean is roped into organizing with Magnus Anderson, a real Type-A personality who’s constantly hounding Sean to do this, do that. Sean can’t stand him, and he gets the impression Magnus thinks Sean’s a real loser.
But neither of them can deny the sexual attraction between them. Can they make it as a couple? When the party’s over on Noche Buena, will they open their presents together, or go their separate ways?

EXCERPT
  “Sean? Magnus Anderson. Wanted to talk to you about the Noche Buena party.”

  “Magnus? It’s seven thirty in the morning.”

  “I know. I wanted to catch you before my day got crazy.”

  Sean yawned. “So?”

  “So here’s what I want you to do. Start researching what else goes into a Noche Buena besides the pig. And where can we buy a whole pig, anyway? What kind of decorations will we need? What other grub do they serve? Can we have it at your building? Start putting together a guest list—all the blokes from the swim team, and see who knows if Gaspar has any other mates.”

  “Slow down, Magnus. I need to find a pen.”

  “Come on, Sean, get with the program.”

  I’d like to program you, Sean thought, and was surprised at the way his dick sprang to attention. He ignored it and started writing down the irritating Brit’s instructions. He’d just come to the guest list when Magnus said, “Listen, I have another call. Talk to you later.”

  He disconnected without even waiting for Sean to say goodbye.

  Sean slumped back against his pillows, his dick still hard. What was that all about? Did he have the hots for Magnus? How could he? Magnus was such a major jerkwad.

  Oh, god. His own dick vibrated with sexual tension. He’d seen Magnus naked in the shower, and he knew the man had an amazing physique. But could he shut up long enough for them to fuck?

ABOUT NEIL
Neil Plakcy was a spoiled only child who celebrated both Hanukkah (when he got a small present each night) and Christmas (when his big presents arrived.) He loves writing about both holidays, especially when he can incorporate details of his home in South Florida.

Character-driven mystery, romance and mainstream novels

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Friday, 11 December 2015

My Guest ~ N.R. Walker

Red Dirt Christmas

Publication Date: December 11
Publisher: Blue Heart Press


Buylinks:

Blurb
Travis had been here for just over a year. We were technically engaged, not that we’d told anyone. He was happy just knowin’ I’d said yes, and I had some head-clearin’ stuff to work through. Knowing I was good enough for Trav was one thing, but knowing if I was good enough to be a husband and father was somethin’ else entirely.

Life at Sutton Station had never been better. Business was strong, Trudy and Bacon’s little baby, Gracie, was a few weeks old now and as cute as a button, Ma’s health was good, and my relationship with Laura and Sam was in a pretty good place. And Travis? Well, life with him was still all kinds of perfect.

But, to Travis’s dismay, Christmas at the Station was just another day. Another day of getting up before the sun, feeding animals, fixin’ what needed fixin’, and checking water troughs all while tryin’ to keep out of the blistering heat.

And this year weren’t much different. Only that it was Travis’s first Sutton Station Christmas. The fact we didn’t go all out with decorations and celebrations baffled him, and if I was bein’ truthful, it disappointed him too.

Which was why I had to make it a special kind of Christmas…

Excerpt:
Chapter One

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

I was muckin’ out the stables with Billy when he stopped and leaned on his shovel. He was lookin’ out to the paddock and grinned his half-a-face smile. “Ah, boss. You might wanna take a look.”

I followed his line of sight and let out a long sufferin’ sigh. “Jesus.”

Billy laughed and I shook my head. We could see Trav smilin’ as he rode the dirt bike into the yard. Strapped onto the seat behind him was a six foot pine tree. He pulled the bike to a stop, and his grin got even wider.

I stared at him. “Trav, what’s that?”

“What does it look like?” he asked, his eyebrows knitting together. “It’s a tree.”

“I can see that.”

“Mr Travis,” Billy said, all concerned-like. “You can’t be cuttin’ them trees down. They special to the Aboriginal people’s culture. Mr Travis, you disrespectin’ our people.”

Travis’s face was priceless. He paled, his eyes went wide, and his mouth fell open. He looked at me for some kind of guidance, and I just shook my head and clicked my tongue. Travis turned back to Billy, close to panicking. “Oh. I didn’t know. Oh my God. I just thought it looked like a Christmas tree and there were plenty of them. Billy, I’m so sorry. I can take it back. I mean, I can’t replant it ‘cause you know.” He looked at the tree on the back of the bike and cringed. “Well, I hacked it off at the ground. God, I’m so sorry. Is there something I should do?”

Billy looked at the tree. “Well, there’s a spirit dance from the Dreamtime. The person who takes the tree needs to do it.”

Travis nodded seriously. “A spirit dance?”

Trav stared at Billy, and I stared at Billy. A spirit dance? I had to give it to Billy. He held it together for about five seconds of absolute silence before he lost it. He burst out laughing, which made me laugh too. “I’m just pullin’ your leg, Travis. There’s no spirit dance,” Billy said, holding his sides as he laughed. His smile was so contagious.

Apparently Travis was immune. He glared at us. “Oh, you sons of bitches. You had me going.” He put his hand to his heart. “Jesus Billy, you scared the crap outta me. I thought I’d broken some traditional Aboriginal code or something!”

Billy just laughed some more. “The look on your face was so funny.”

“I hate the both of you,” Trav said, but he was smiling.

“These trees are like a weed,” Billy said. “Introduced by the white fellas two hundred years ago. They grow fast, but they’re not native.”

“I didn’t think they were.” Travis ran his hand along the fronds of the tethered tree. “But it’s the closest thing to a Christmas tree out here.”

“Christmas tree?” Billy asked. “Not too old for that? Still think Santa Claus climbs down chimneys?”

Travis frowned. He looked at his feet and shifted his weight. His voice was quiet. “No. It was just a tradition in my family. My grandfather would cut down a tree and we’d decorate it as a family. We had special ornaments and there would be a huge dinner and it was kind of a big deal. I just thought maybe… You know what? Never mind.”

Billy knew Travis’s grandfather had died not long ago. “Oh Mr Travis, I didn’t mean anything. I was just jokin’ with ya. Here, let me help you get it off the bike.”

Travis sighed and his frowned deepened, and Billy quickly undid the straps and lifted the tree by himself. “Where do you want it, Mr Travis?”

Trav was lookin’ down at the dirt, and Billy stared at me with wide eyes. “Boss? I didn’t mean nothin’ by it,” he whispered.

I saw the corner of Travis’s lip curl up and I rolled my eyes. “Oh, for shit’s sake. He’s joking, Billy.”

Billy’s eyes shot to Travis, and Travis’s frown became a slow spreading grin. “I’m just pullin’ your leg,” he said with a laugh. “You’re not the only one who can spin one, Billy.”

“Your grandfather never cut down a Christmas tree?”

Travis shook his head, still grinning. “My grandfather would tell everyone we were going to pick a perfect tree, but he’d take me fishing instead and we’d just buy some random tree from a lot on the way home.”

Billy dropped the tree into the dirt and pushed Travis’s shoulder, which of course led to them trying to put each other in a headlock, which was only made more difficult because they were both laughin’ so hard. I looked at Texas, Trav’s horse. Even he didn’t look impressed. He just twitched his ears and swished his tail in a yep-they’re-idiots kind of way. “I know,” I told him. “You have no idea what I have to put up with.”

“Who are you talking to, Charlie?” Travis asked. They’d apparently stopped wrestling and were lookin’ at me.

“Your horse,” I answered seriously. “He thinks you’re both dickheads.”

Travis brushed himself down, though why, I’ll never know. Red dust got into everything here; there weren’t no escapin’ it. “I’ll never get used to the Australian display of affection of calling the people you’re supposed to like horrible names.”

I snorted out a laugh. “You’d think after a year you’d be used to it.”

Billy picked up his shovel and offered it to Trav. “Wanna shovel shit?”

“Um, gee, thanks, but no,” Trav replied, with an I-ain’t-stupid look on his face. “I have a Christmas tree to put up. Considering Christmas is three days away and no one seems to give a shit.”

I lifted up the horseshit covered shovel. “Texas does. Bags of it.”

He rolled his eyes at me and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Tell me, how damn hot is it? You know, Christmas should be cold, not one hundred and thirty freakin’ degrees.” Without waitin’ for an answer, he reached behind his head and pulled his T-shirt off. It was one of my old shirts, kinda threadbare, but I didn’t mind him wearin’ it. It clung to his body when he got all sweaty… Nah, I didn’t mind him wearin’ it at all. I minded even less when he took it off. Wearing just his jeans, boots and hat, he wrapped the shirt around the tree and lifted it easily onto one shoulder. I watched as the muscles in his back and arms flexed, all shiny with sweat, the way the red dirt smeared on his skin, and a lucky drop of sweat as it ran from the back of his hair, right down his spine and disappeared where his jeans slung low on his arse.

Jesus.

Billy snapped his fingers in my face. “You in there, boss?”

Travis turned around and, realising I’d been busted totally checkin’ him out, he grinned. And seeing that Billy wasn’t lookin’ at him, Travis licked his lips all suggestive like, and ran his free hand over his abs as he turned to walk out.

I flung horseshit at him.

He didn’t even turn around. He just laughed. As he walked away, he asked, “I can put this in the living room, right?”

“Would it matter what I said?” I called out after him.

His reply was distant as he reached the house. “Nope.”

Billy laughed, and I grumbled as we went back to shovelling shit. When we’d heard the screen door shut, Billy looked up to make sure Travis was gone. “He got no idea what you plannin’, does he, boss?”

I smiled as I kept on shovelin’. “None.”

About N.R. Walker
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance.

he loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn't have it any other way.

She is many things; a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don't let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.

She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things...but likes it even more when they fall in love.

She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.

She's been writing ever since...

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Twitter: @NR_Walker



Thursday, 10 December 2015

My Guest ~ Laurie Terson

Rockin' Around The Ranch

Releasing: December 11th
Publisher: MLRPress




Blurb:
There a storm is coming. And Christmas is on its way. Jace is supposed to be on his way to Florida. But Jace’s boyfriend Taylor isn’t coming. Taylor’s on a last minute business trip. Hunkering down and taking care of things on the ranch, Jace is trying to make the best of his sorry Christmas. But where the heck did this baby come from?

Taylor is on a business trip when a co-worker’s flu extends his trip. When he should have been heading on vacation with Jace, giving him the best Christmas present ever, he’s stuck in an airport talking to some old guy with a white beard.

About Laurie
Laurie Terson grew up in So Cal, where she lived most of her life. She met her husband of thirty plus years there. A victim of the empty nest, when her daughter and son moved out, she has replaced them with a 5 lb dog named Peanut. The three of them currently live under the bright lights of Las Vegas.

Always a daydreamer, stories of one kind or another have lived in her head. She has always been and still is avid reader. She decided to try her hand at writing when she was challenged by a friend after they discussed how she was re-writing scenes from books to make them go the way she thought they should go.

When not reading or writing she can be found watching sports, of all kinds. A tomboy while growing up, she loved fishing, camping and traveling. She also enjoys going to the movies, cooking, wine tasting and crafting.

She is a believer that love is love, no more, no less. And that gender doesn’t matter because everyone deserves a happy ever after.

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Twitter: @LaurieTerson