K.G. Fletcher is here today for the cover reveal of her next book. She writes amazing stories that I know you will love! Check her out.
COVER REVEAL: STARS FALL FROM THE SKY
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K.G. Fletcher is here today for the cover reveal of her next book. She writes amazing stories that I know you will love! Check her out.
Preorder link: Amazon Preorder
Abby Callier is more in love with Shakespearean heroes than any real man, and she’s beginning to wonder if there is life for her outside the pages of a book. It doesn’t help that her esteemed parents tend to view her as they would one of their science experiments gone wrong. On the eve of finishing her dissertation, she escapes her staid existence to live in the house she inherited from her Great Aunt Evie in the small town of Echo Springs, Colorado. Because, let’s face it, when a woman starts comparing her life to horror films, it might be time for a break.
Sheriff Nate Barnes believes in law and order and carefully building the life you want. In his spare time, he has been remodeling his house in the hope that one day it will be filled with the family he makes. But Nate doesn’t like drama or complications and tends to avoid them at all costs. And yet, when Miss Abigail Callier, his newest neighbor, beans him with a nine iron, he can’t help but wonder if she might just be the complication he’s been searching for all along. It doesn’t hurt that he discovers a journal hidden away by the previous tenant and decides to use Old Man Turner’s advice to romance Abby into his life.
Abby never expected her next-door neighbor, the newly dubbed Sheriff Stud Muffin, to be just the distraction her world needed. The problem is she doesn’t know whether she should make Echo Springs her home, or if this town is just a stopover point in her life’s trajectory. And she doesn’t want to tell Nate that she might not be sticking around—even though she should because it’s the right thing to do, the honest thing—because then all the scintillatingly hot kisses with the Sheriff will come to an abrupt halt. Did she mention that he’s a really great kisser?
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“Maggie Mae Gallagher writes with warmth and a wonderfully compelling voice – I loved The Fixer Upper!” NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR HEATHER GRAHAM
“Maggie Mae Gallagher makes the reader forget the actual words on the page so they can just enjoy the story as it unfolds.” Nancy Berland, NBPR, Inc. President
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“The characters do things,” a reader once commented about Cranberry Boys. When I asked what she meant, she said not just the love triangle of Zeph, Connor and Bronson, but many characters are actively involved with their lives. They’re committed to getting things done.
She’s on to something.
I think this may be left over from my own prep school experience. Bronson tells Zeph and Connor that the boarding school he’d been kicked out of had been pretty intense. Surrounded by fancy stuff, students were told again and again how they could achieve anything if they tried. A nice message, but too much pressure.
Students at schools like Bronson’s may be given unfair amounts of opportunities, resources and connections, but everyone, everywhere has the chance to make dreams come true. In Cranberry Boys the difference is that at Bronson’s school students are constantly surrounded by possibility. Some students hate the pressure. Some resent that everyday life is not enough. Others are excited and run with it.
Bronson wants to bring the confidence of his boarding school to Watermarsh. As he tells his friends, “Rockingham Academy doesn’t have a monopoly on thinking big.” At first, Zeph doesn’t get it. No one has encouraged him to think about anything other than fixing roads with his father. All he knows about himself is that he wants a future with Connor, but he has no image for it. Connor doesn’t help. He only believes in secrets. That’s where Bronson comes in.
In Cranberry Boys, Zeph, Connor and Bronson wake up to different of ways of thinking about themselves and the future. But they don’t have difficulty learning how to dream in their own ways. That’s what makes the difference.
Is that why we read? To help us dream? Watermarsh and Rockingham Academy may have been different worlds, but dreaming is always free. Even if no one is there to encourage us. Even if we have to look harder for it. Even if we only look in ourselves… we can still dream. We can still find our way. Zeph, Connor and Bronson are proof it.
Cranberry Boys – Blurb
Cross-country runner Zeph is ready for happily-ever-after. So what if he and junior class president Connor are only sixteen years old and live in a dying town of old cranberry bogs? So what if their relationship is a secret and Connor has a girlfriend for cover? That’s how they win the race. Until Bronson, an old friend of Zeph’s, returns after being kicked out of boarding school.
Bronson doesn’t explain his mysterious past. Instead, he shares his prep-school savvy with Zeph and Connor to encourage them to start a blog to get the attention of colleges that usually ignore students from small towns like theirs. All is good. But the past starts to unravel, and Bronson comes between Zeph and Connor. No one can run away from everything.
Caught in his first love triangle, Zeph will do whatever it takes to have a happy ending, even if it means going undercover at Bronson’s old boarding school.
Link: Dreamspinner Press
Cranberry Boys – Excerpt:
By the time Connor made it to the locker room, everyone else had hit the showers, but I was going slowly, still pissed and still at my locker with only a towel around my waist. Connor and I were alone. He stepped closer than he had in a month. I felt his heat, smelled his sweaty race. A pang shot through me—I’d missed Connor’s muskiness.
“I saw you,” muttered Connor.
I shut my locker and tried to get around him.
He blocked me. “Why do you have to ruin everything?”
“You think I’m the one ruining everything?”
“We’re apart now so we can be together later. Don’t you get it?”
“No, Connor. You don’t get it. This is no way to live.”
Connor pressed his shoulder against my chest, pinning me to the locker. His sweaty skin against my sweaty skin was like an electric charge through my body. His voice rumbled against my cheek. “You shouldn’t be seen alone with Bronson.”
I tried to step away, but Connor blocked me.
“I saw you leaving Stephanie’s show. Why was his arm around you? Why was he touching you?”
“Connor, this is stupid.”
“I am not stupid. I saw you two.”
“Why do you care? Are we even still together?”
“Why would you say that?”
“We’re acting like we’re finished.”
“It’s just acting.”
Connor’s sweat dripped to the floor. His face was a combination of scared kid and pissed-off sixteen-year-old.
“Connor, wouldn’t you like it if we were finished? Done. Then, you’d be safe, no secret. No worries. That’d be good news. Like we never even happened.”
Connor punched the locker beside my head. Metal bent and echoed. The nearby showers hissed. He loomed beside me, his body taut.
I had no idea how to fight. I’d never punched anyone. Never been punched. But I wasn’t nervous. It was only Connor.
“Are you serious?” was all I said.
He punched the locker to the left of my head, then the right, then left, then right, slamming, slamming, and he kept going, kept slamming, and I didn’t move my head, and he never touched me, but the slamming metal by my ears was the loudest thing I’d ever heard. The wind from his fists cooled my face. He kept punching and punching, metal crunching. The louder it got, the further inside myself I went.
“Dude!” Westy ran from the showers. The rest of the team followed. Westy yanked Connor away.
Scudder James Jr, Cranberry Boys, author bio:
Scudder James Jr believes happily ever after begins today. Junior high was terrible, boarding school better, and college the place he met the boyfriend he married (despite a pit stop in a fraternity). He started in finance because he thought he had to, but instead became a counselor for refugees, a fundraiser, and a teacher of sex and spirituality classes. After Chicago, Seattle, London, and Japan, he’s back in Boston where it all started. His favorite place to write has a harbor view of two colonial ships.
Scudder loves telling stories in print and on film. He’s thrilled that his short LGBTQ films have shown around the world in places as unexpected as Alabama and East Africa. Twenty years ago, he was diagnosed with a neurological disease that doctors are bewildered has disappeared. Scudder is an avid meditator and passionate about appreciating every moment.
One of his favorite mornings has been waking up on a boat in Patagonia with his perfectly imperfect partner and hiking an island of 130,000 penguins.
Hi, and thanks for having me here today. I’m going to share a little information about my latest release, The Doctor’s Orders, available August 20 from Dreamspinner Press and wherever books are sold.
The Doctor’s Orders is book three in the Copper Point: Medical series, the final book in that trilogy. In this installment, we get to know Jared, an openly gay pediatrician, and Nick, the very closeted CEO of the hospital. Though Nick and Jared secretly dated in high school, it was clear nothing was ever going to happen between them again…until Jared and Nick are trapped in an elevator together, where sparks fly.
Copper Point may be known as a small northern Wisconsin town famous for not wanting to change, but things are certainly shaking up at St. Ann’s Medical Center, the city’s quirky, county-run hospital. Secret romances, fake relationships, second chances at love, scandalous liaisons in an elevator—all while longstanding and shockingly deep corruption are exposed. St. Ann’s young new leadership and upstanding team of doctors will lead the way to truth, and to love.
Here’s a little snippet from the book, including a scene in said elevator! I hope you enjoy this excerpt, and I hope you give The Doctor’s Orders a try!
It was something about the darkness, Jared decided, making them both come undone. Part of him wanted to pull away and demand answers—what was Nick thinking, kissing him like this not once but twice, where did he intend to take this?—but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but respond to Nick’s slow, steady burn of desire.
Couldn’t do anything but answer with the flare of his own.
They were both burning, all right. Jared didn’t know where the man had practiced his kisses—honestly, he didn’t want that question answered—but whoever had taught him, Nick had been a good student. This kiss was slow and tantalizing, Nick drawing on Jared’s lips before delving inside, his tongue playing lazily along Jared’s own, as if they were tucked away in a bedroom, not trapped in a perilously balanced elevator shaft.
Nick ran his fingers along Jared’s jaw, breaking the kiss long enough to smile. “Your beard tickles when I kiss you. Not used to that.”
Why did it feel so hard to breathe? “I’ll shave it.”
“Don’t.” Nick nipped at his chin, then kissed the underside of his jaw. “This is good too.”
Everything felt so surreal. Jared tried to float on the moment, but when the banging below them became too loud, he tensed up more and more, and when the elevator jolted once again, he cried out, clenching at Nick’s shirtfront.
Nick tucked him in close, threading fingers into his hair. “It’s all right. It’s going to be all right.”
“I was going to go to bed,” Jared whispered into Nick’s neck. “But I needed a ride home, and I was lonely, and so I said I’d go home with Owen and Erin.”
The hand in his hair kneaded gently. “I’m sorry you were lonely. I don’t want you to be.”
Do you understand you’re part of the reason why I am? Except that wasn’t fair. It wasn’t Nick’s fault Jared couldn’t let go. Though this elevator interlude was setting all his progress back twenty years and then some. “What’s going to happen when we get out? Are you going to pretend this didn’t happen?”
Jared’s heart beat faster. He opened his eyes, but he couldn’t see anything. He could smell, though. Nick’s scent, his cologne, the spicy Nick-ness of him everywhere, in Jared’s nostrils, on his tongue. He wanted to dive into that, but he wanted answers more. “What does that mean, no? What’s going to happen between us now?”
Other books in the series:
Author of over thirty novels, Midwest-native Heidi Cullinan writes positive-outcome romances for LGBT characters struggling against insurmountable odds because she believes there’s no such thing as too much happy ever after. Heidi is a two-time RITA® finalist and her books have been recommended by Library Journal, USA Today, RT Magazine, and Publisher’s Weekly. When Heidi isn’t writing, she enjoys cooking, reading novels and manga, playing with her cats, and watching too much anime. Find out more at heidicullinan.com.
What genre do your books fall into or is it a genre blended? I write paranormal romance and urban fantasy.
What inspires you to write? Being able to tell my stories to others.
Do you listen to music or set the mood somehow to get writing? No, I don’t listen to music as that’s too distracting for me. I start singing to the lyrics and then forget what I’m writing. But I do like to drink a cup of hot tea while I write.
Do you come up with the plot or characters first? It depends on the story but usually the plot.
Do you have a favorite book of yours? I love The Song of Ice and Fire series. I can’t just choose one book. There are too many I love!
Who would you consider an influence on your writing? Reading a Sherrilyn Kenyon book years ago put me on the path to writing romance. I got to meet her years ago and told her how reading one of her books made me decide to write romance. After she gave me an odd look, I clarified it some so I didn’t seem like a crazy stalker!
Tell me something quirky about yourself. I have to make up the bed as soon as I get up in the morning.
What do you aim to make people feel when they read your books? I want them to feel a cross of suspense and humor. But mostly I want them to be happy they read an enjoyable story.
What’s next for you? I’m working on a paranormal mystery. Can’t tell you much more than that!
Do you sing in the shower? Sometimes. It drives my hubby nuts because I can’t stay on tune if I try!
Blurb for The Shadowheart Curse:
Escaping New York after a client’s untimely death, medium Adrianna Sinclair flees to her family property in Italy. All she wants is to avoid ghosts, but an attractive one tempts her in ways she never knew possible. Luca Fausto has been trapped on the Romani property for over a century for a crime he didn’t commit. Adrianna may be the answer to breaking the curse that keeps him bound. Standing in their way is a demonic spirit’s plan for revenge. Will they prevail or will Luca be cursed to the shadows forever?
Lights drew her attention to the opposite wing of the mill, where a man stood staring at her window. At her. Breath caught in her lungs as she froze.
But only for a brief moment until she realized it wasn’t a man, at least not a living one. Her breath escaped on a whoosh of relief. Intuition whispered the man was the spirit who’d watched her last night.
The one from her dream.
Shadows clung to his body, ghostly fingers releasing as he stepped into the dim slash of moonlight. Lights flickered from behind him, like the dying gasps of sputtering candles. Dressed in a white shirt with an old-fashioned high collar, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, and dark trousers, he reminded her of a working man in a World War I photograph. As if he had removed his coat and tie and rolled up his sleeves to get to work.
Except the men in those photos didn’t sport the wide-eyed, happy look of this man. Ghost. Whatever. Yeah, he wasn’t the only one surprised. She’d sworn never to see a ghost again, yet there stood a ghost, captured by her gaze. The man was hot, in an old-fashioned way. At least he didn’t sport a handle-bar moustache.
He gestured to her, his hand beckoning in a “come here” motion.
She squeezed the bridge of her nose. Was she actually thinking of heading his way? Judging by the way her feet pointed toward the door, she’d already decided. Dammit. She might not want to see a ghost or speak to a spirit, but past experience told her if she ignored them, they ramped up the annoying factor.
How bad could it be to talk to an attractive spirit?
Karilyn Bentley’s love of reading stories and preference for sitting in front of a computer at home instead of in a cube, drove her to pen her own works, blending fantasy and romance mixed with a touch of funny.
Her paranormal romance novella, Werewolves in London, placed in the Got Wolf contest and started her writing career as an author of sexy heroes and lush fantasy worlds.
Karilyn lives in Colorado with her own hunky hero, two crazy dogs, aka The Kraken and Sir Barks-A-Lot, and a handful of colorful saltwater fish.
Where to find Karilyn:
Celebrate the first Bookstore Romance Day, a new nationwide event in appreciation of the romance genre, at the Cupboard Maker Books! Our favorite local romance authors will be signing all day from 10 AM to 8 PM in two-hour time slots.
And when the store closes at 8 PM the party doesn’t stop! We are holding a slumber party all night long: complete with pizza in the evening, donuts and coffee in the morning, and of course lots of hijinks all night long with lots of romance authors.
Tagline: Survive and Conquer
Series: Hearts Entwined Series (Book 4)
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance/ Gay Romance/ LGTBQA
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Aug 6 2019
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print (1st Edition)
Blurb: Car restorer Dean Milford knows how to make damaged things beautiful again. Only, after a bad breakup, he loses sight of who he is, playing the field and distracting himself with any man he comes across. But now there’s only one guy who really matters to him. And maybe with his latest restoration job—a vintage Cobra—he’ll get the chance to let him know.
Losing his sight wasn’t the worst thing to happen to Lee Studer—losing his independence was. It’s taken a while, but he’s finally found his place in the world—in a garage. Funny enough, his acute hearing allows him to pinpoint engine problems just by listening. And even better, he’s going to have a chance to help his long-time crush, Dean, rebuild his fantasy car.
As the restoration comes together, so do Lee and Dean, building a friendship that quickly turns into so much more. But before they can think about a future together, they have to deal with the past. Only that turns out to be more dangerous than either one ever dreamed….
“Not that I’m complaining, but things just take longer for us sometimes.” Trevor patted James’s hand. “It’s all part of being loved by this man.” He smiled. “Okay, let’s change the subject. Did you see the Porsche that was brought in yesterday?”
“You work on those?” Dean asked.
“They took it to the dealership, but their mechanics couldn’t figure it out. I’m going to ask Lee and Scott to check it out tomorrow.”
Dean paused, his mind instantly recalling the last time he saw Lee. The younger man always worked with his best friend, Scott. They were an odd pair. Scott was Lee’s eyes, and Lee was Scott’s ears. The two of them had worked together since James had brought car-crazy Lee to the garage in an effort to help him adjust to losing his sight. They were like Mutt and Jeff. Not that Dean paid much attention to Scott—Brent would probably break his nose if he did—but Lee…. More than once when he’d stopped into the service station on Brown Deer, Dean had found himself watching Lee.
“Why them?” Dean asked absently, his mind’s eye still seeing Lee’s long, lithe body pressed close to Scott. They communicated through touch, and more than once Dean had wished he could take Scott’s place for just a couple of hours.
“Lee has an incredible sense of hearing and can often tell what’s wrong with a car by listening to it. Scott has amazing instincts, and together they can do just about anything,” Brent explained. “When Lee lost his sight, James asked if he could come to the garage, since Lee has always loved cars, and, well….”
James took over the story. “Lee is a car guy, pure and simple, so I arranged for him to spend some time at the garage. I was hoping it would give him back some of what he lost. Scott became his friend and work partner. When Scott was in an accident and lost his hearing, Lee was there for him, and they figured out how to work together again. They each have special talents—it’s like cars talk to them.”
Brent nodded his agreement and cut into his beef. Dean did the same as the conversation at the table died down. His mind wandered back to Lee and how every time he saw him, Dean damned near made a fool of himself. Lee was in his early twenties, and Dean was, well, an old man by comparison. More than once he’d stood at the windows in Brent’s office while he waited for Brent or Trevor, watching Lee, his mind rolling through possibilities that had about a snowball’s chance in hell.
Granted, Lee couldn’t see him, so he wouldn’t immediately know the mileage that Dean had put on himself, but it was the wear and tear on his spirit and on his soul that Dean really worried about.
“Lee is a good guy,” James said, and it took Dean a second to realize that James was talking to him. “He’s been through a lot, more than most people his age.”
Dean could have sworn by the little grin on James’s lips that he knew all Dean’s secrets.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.
Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing) He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.
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