Wednesday, 21 February 2018

The Wonder by Emma Donoghue


291 Pages
Publisher: Picador
Book Club Read

Blurb

Lib Wright, a young English nurse, arrives in an impoverished Irish village on a strange mission. Eleven-year-old Anna O'Donnell is said to have eaten nothing for months but appears to be thriving miraculously. With tourists thronging to see the child, and the press sowing doubt, the baffled community looks to an outsider to bring the facts to lights. Lib's job is simple: to watch the girl and uncover the truth.

An educated sceptic, trained by the legendary Florence Nightingale and repelled by what she sees as ignorance and superstition, Lib expects to expose the fast as a hoax right away. But as she gets to know the girl, over the long days they spend together, Lib becomes more and more unsure. Is Anna a fraud, or a 'living wonder'? Or is something more sinister unfolding right before Lib's eyes, a tragedy in which she herself is playing a part?

Written with all the propulsive tension that transported readers of Room, The Wonder is a haunting psychological thriller about the lengths we go to for the love of a child.

Review

Ugh. I don’t really want to write this review. Then again, for the longest time I didn’t really want to finish reading the book either. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I did make it to the end of the story, but since I spent most of my time while reading The Wonder, raging against both the characters and the story they were in, this was a case of better late than never as far as redeeming this book was concerned.

Set in the second half of the nineteenth century, this story deals with an eleven year old girl in rural Ireland who is supposed to have been fasting for four months without wasting away, never mind dying. Enter Lib Wright, an English nurse trained by Florence Nightingale, who is hired to watch the girl. Mind you, only to watch her without interfering.

And that’s where we encounter my first problem; I really didn’t like Lib and can’t say that improved a lot while reading the story. She came across as opinionated and rather full of herself. While I can’t deny that the attitudes she encountered in Ireland were infuriating at best, I couldn’t stand her air of superiority.

While the story is written as a thriller and what is really going on and why isn’t revealed until the end of the story, it didn’t really read like one. I got too caught up in the fact that this little innocent girl was being allowed to die while the grownups in her life not only stood idly by but also actively encouraged her for the most part, to be overly concerned with why it was happening.

Having said all of the above I have to admit that this was a very well written book. For me to get as upset with a story as I did while reading The Wonder, I have to be drawn into it, feel some sort of connection to the story and the characters. And that’s exactly what happened. While it is true that virtually every single character portrayed in this book got my blood boiling; that could only happen because they were described so clearly that I believed in them. As unimaginable as the events in this story were, the way they were described convinced me of their reality and fuelled my anger.

Without wanting to give anything away I will also admit that the way the story ended went some way towards redeeming it. Except that I wasn’t completely convinced by all of it. This story was too focussed on the fasting drama for the romance part of it to be believable. Lib and her man (and yes, I’m being purposely vague) just didn’t spent enough time together on these pages for me to believe they could have developed feelings for each other, never mind take the risks they did.

If this book achieved anything it was to once again remind me not only of the nonsensical nature of religion but also of all the dangers connected to blind faith. Part of me wants to say that the story is a reflection of the time it’s set in, that people were more innocent then, easier to persuade, more likely to believe without question. In fact, that’s what made it possible for me to keep on reading. I kept on reminding myself that I was reading a historical novel describing an age in which people just didn’t know everything we accept as common knowledge now. But unfortunately I know that’s not true. Religion is still the root of a lot of evil and superstition still seduces too many people to look for answers and solutions — miracles even — were non can be found — more often than not to their own detriment. Just as there will always be those who’ll take advantage of people’s desperation and willingness to believe.


Once again my book club read leaves me in a quandary when it comes to my rating. Because the writing was almost flawless and because the story certainly managed to raise emotions in me — even if those were predominately negative — I think I’ll settle for


Pretty in Pink (Housemates #6) by Jay Northcote - Release Blitz




Cover Design: Garrett Leigh @ Black Jazz Design

Length: 58,000 words approx.

Housemates Series

Book #1 - Helping Hand
Book #2 - Like A Lover 

Blurb

Ryan isn't looking for a relationship with a guy--and Johnny isn't looking for a relationship at all.

Ryan's always been attracted to tall, leggy blondes--normally of the female variety. When Johnny catches his eye at a party, Ryan's interest is piqued even though he's never been with a guy before. The attraction is mutual, and the amazing night that follows opens Ryan's eyes to his bisexuality.

Experience has taught Johnny that love hurts. Staying single is safer, and there's no need for complicated relationships when hooking up is easy. When he moves in next door to Ryan, they're both interested in picking up where they left off, and it seems like an ideal arrangement: convenient, mutually satisfying, and with no strings attached.

Despite their best intentions to keep things casual, they develop an emotional connection alongside the physical one. Both begin to want more from the relationship but are afraid to admit it. If they're going to work things out, they need to start being honest--first with themselves, and then with each other.

Although this book is part of the Housemates series, it has new main characters, a satisfying happy ending, and can be read as a standalone.


Excerpt

Ryan was a few drinks down and feeling pretty buzzed when he first caught sight of blond hair through the crowd of partygoers.

He nearly hadn’t bothered coming out tonight. He had his third year project to write up, and should have been working on that, not partying with his next door neighbours. But the rest of Ryan’s housemates had talked him into it and he could do with letting off some steam, so he hadn’t put up much of a fight. One night couldn’t make too much difference, right?

The blonde arrived late and headed straight into the throng of dancers in the living room, bottle in hand. Tall and leggy in black skinny jeans with shit-kicking boots, Ryan’s interest was piqued immediately and a spike of arousal made his cock wake up. Tall and blonde was completely Ryan’s type, but when this blond slid a leather jacket off slender shoulders and tossed it on the back of the sofa, his washboard-flat chest made it clear he was a guy—so not Ryan’s type after all.

Despite the gut punch of disappointment at that revelation, Ryan found his interest persisted. The guy drew Ryan’s attention like a magnet lining up iron filings, and no matter how hard he tried, Ryan couldn’t stop watching him.

Spurred on by alcohol and reckless impulsivity, Ryan made a conscious decision not to question his attraction and just roll with it. He gradually edged his way into the group where the blond was dancing, and when he finally managed to make eye contact, the guy gave him a knowing smile that reflected Ryan’s interest right back at him. It curled around Ryan’s balls like the gentle, insistent squeeze of a hand.

Game on.

University was supposed to be all about new experiences, and Ryan only had a few months left before he graduated. He’d never hooked up with a guy before, and it had always been on his sexual bucket list, but not a high priority. As a young teen he’d sometimes admired androgynous male models on the pages of magazines that his mum used to buy and felt a confusing interest in them… but he’d never seen a guy in real life he’d wanted to fuck enough to actually do something about it.

Until tonight.





Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England. He comes from a family of writers, but always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed him by. He spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content.

One day, Jay decided to try and write a short story—just to see if he could—and found it rather addictive. He hasn’t stopped writing since.

Jay writes contemporary romance about men who fall in love with other men. He has five books published by Dreamspinner Press, and also self-publishes under the imprint Jaybird Press. Many of his books are now available as audiobooks.

Jay is transgender and was formerly known as she/her.







Tuesday, 20 February 2018

Love on a Battlefield by Posy Roberts - Release Blitz


Love on a Battlefield by Posy Roberts

Publication date: February 20th 2018

Genres: Adult, LGBTQ+, Romance



Not every compass points north.

Andrew Summers is forced to spend his vacations reliving Civil War battles with his father. He hates every minute, until a blue-eyed, red-haired boy behind enemy lines catches his eye. 

Shep Wells would much rather travel the world than play at boring war reenactments. He never dreamed a Texan boy would capture his heart. 

Real life and years separate them; Andrew is forced onto real battlefields, but for Shep the world is a playground. They’re opposites, but writing letters closes the distance, uncovering their hopes and dreams. When Shep visits Andrew, they get to see if the tug they’ve felt for years is the compass pointing the way home.





EXCERPT

My father started taking me to Civil War reenactments long before I understood the politics of the war and its moral implications. I was introduced to the tradition before I knew what any war was truly about.

It wasn’t until I was sixteen that I was allowed to carry a weapon and shoot it myself. The physicality of battle was exciting. Hand-to-hand combat when munitions were spent was better than football any day.

But there were strict rules my dad implemented that I didn’t enjoy. “If we’re going to do this,” Dad always said, “we’ll be as authentic as possible. We’ll do it right, unlike those people who think this is Summer Stock.”

I wasn’t allowed to socialize with the Yankees at all, so I hung out with the Confederate kids or sat around campfires listening to the adults shoot the shit. If school was in session, I’d bury myself in homework and often ended up helping some of the younger kids with their lessons. The guys my own age . . . Well, we had little in common. Some were intense, a few down-right scary with their racism so proudly displayed.

What I’d learned after hanging out with them for years was that they hated everyone who wasn’t like them.

I wasn’t like them, but I wasn’t about to let them know for fear they’d turn their hate on me.

For the last two years, I’d watched a Union kid who only came to a few of these events, not like most of the reenactors, who made this a way of life. When he showed up, he was the center of attention. Maybe because he was novel, but when he was there, he always drew my eye. It was obvious the other kids looked up to him, fawned all over him, really. I never got close enough to talk to him, to find out what made him so fascinating.

But I saw it from afar. He was strong yet graceful, with a mess of hair in a color I’d never seen outside of jewelry or pipe fittings. His smile was easily earned, and he seemed so . . . carefree. So unlike the overly serious and angry kids who surrounded me.

I’d watch the Union kids in their shorts and T-shirts laughing and having fun. I wanted to be a deserter. I wanted to go see what life was like on their side. It sure as hell looked like a lot more fun than what ended up feeling like a weekend prison sentence in a hot, scratchy suit.

I couldn’t stop myself from turning to him, staring at him. I’d watch him leap into the air to catch a wayward Frisbee or wrestle boys to the ground, then help them up, all with a bright smile on his face.

Last summer, he’d worn a wreath of daisies in his hair, walking around as if it was the most normal thing in the world. My ‘friends’ laughed at him and speculated about his sexuality. I joined the adults then, unwilling to spend any more time with the assholes. It brought me closer to the redhead too, so I made myself blend in with my surroundings and looked to my heart’s content.

I didn’t know his name. I never got the chance to find out, but if he was here this time, I was determined to discover it.

As we arrived Friday afternoon, I scanned the area for his hair but didn’t see him. After setting up camp, I followed my father out of our tent and joined the other men as they scoured maps and walked the battlefield to get a lay of the land. I turned down an invitation to hang out with the Rebel kids and instead listened to an expert on this particular battle drone on and on. Sitting there, sweating in my wool uniform under the scorching heat for hours, I had to get out from under the sun.

“I’m going to go fill up my canteen,” I whispered to my father.

“Stay hydrated.”

I gave him a quick nod, made my way past the tent filled with women and young girls quilting or spinning yarn, and found the metal water pump. I pushed down on the handle, trying to draw up the water, with little luck.

That’s when I saw him. He was in full Union dress, the buttons of his coat making the gold and red highlights in his hair appear metallic. He was unlike anyone else I’d ever seen.
He walked toward me with a wide smile. Sure of himself, but not cocky. More . . . careless. Utterly free.

“Want some help?” he asked. “I heard it’s hard to get this one started.”

I met his blue eyes, brilliant and wild like the sea. I was stunned into silence. He was even hotter up close, and suddenly I was unable to form words. I nodded my assent instead.
He wrapped his fingers around the metal handle and pushed down. It made a grating squeak that echoed, but the lever moved. He helped me push it down several times, hands sliding closer and closer with each pump until our fingers intertwined.

He laughed as water poured from the spout, and he bent down to taste the stream. The smell of iron surrounded us as I filled my canteen.

I watched him wet his hair, making it darker, which made his skin look extra pale. He was gorgeous, and the way the sun hit him right then, he looked like something out of a dream.

Stop being cheesy, I chided. So he’s hot. Don’t turn him into a fricking poem.

I replaced the cork, slung my bottle over my shoulder by the leather thong, smiled at him, and rejoined my father.

As we lined up on the battlefield the next day, I saw that shock of auburn hair straight across from me. Before I could make eye contact, the battle had begun, horses moving, gunfire blasting, and a few men already collapsing to the ground, probably playing out some real-life soldier’s tragic end.

I took out several Union soldiers with my fake munitions before I tripped over a rock. As I regained my footing and stood up, he was right in front of me.

I don’t recall if we gave each other a visual cue or if he said something, but we both decided to take a hit, bodies falling to the ground. We landed face-to-face, limbs sprawled out in opposite directions. My father was near, so I slammed my eyes shut, authenticating my death until I heard his voice move away with the continuing battle building.

When I dared open my eyes again, the Yankee soldier was staring at me, smiling and licking his lips. His jaw was strong, defined, dusted with stubble from who-knew-how-many-days growth, and it drew my attention to his chin and full lips. We lay there studying each other for several minutes, shamelessly staring, before he scooted closer.


REVIEW

Love on a Battlefield was a pure joy to read. It is a touching story. I would call it ‘sweet’ if it wasn’t for the fact that not everything in this tale is easy or light-hearted. Andrew faces some real and painful adversity which leaves him with mental and physical pain and scars. But in this book the trauma is presented in a careful and anything but spectacular way. While the reader is more than aware of his pain, it is not what pushes the story or made me turn the pages.

No, it was Andrew and Shep who hooked me on this story. From the very first moment they set eyes on each other it is obvious these two young men have something special together. Their first coming together is as beautiful and tender as it is sexy. Their subsequent separation is logical, but no less painful.

I loved their reunion after years during which hand-written letters had been the only contact between them. In fact, I just loved these two men together. Reading about them was a pure joy.

This is the sort of story you want to read when you need something to cheer you up, or to wrap you in a warm blanket, leaving you content and smiling. It is very well written, introduces us to two adorable men, and has just about the perfect amount of sexy-times.

I have to be honest and admit that this book would probably have gotten a solid four star rating except for the deep love for words, reading, and writing that flowed through the whole story. From hand-written letters, to overcoming the issues caused by dyslexia, to the joy of reading — all of it spoke to my reader-writer-librarian soul. Because I am a big believer in the transformative power of the written word and this book in many ways is an ode to words, Love on a Battlefield deserves every single one of the five stars I award it.

“I’m grateful you’ve had the patience to walk with me on this battlefield of life.”

AUTHOR BIO

Posy Roberts started reading romance when she was young, sneaking peeks at adult books long before she should’ve. Textbooks eventually replaced the novels, and for years she existed without reading for fun. When she finally picked up a romance two decades later, it was like slipping on a soft hoodie . . . that didn’t quite fit like it used to. She wanted something more.
She wanted to read about men falling in love with each other. She wanted to explore beyond the happily ever after and see characters navigate the unpredictability of life. So Posy sat down at her keyboard to write the books she wanted to read.
Her stories have been USA Today’s Happily Ever After Must-Reads and Rainbow Award finalists. When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her family and friends and doing anything possible to get out of grocery shopping and cooking.

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Monday, 19 February 2018

Loving Kit by L.M. Brown - Release Blitz



Book Title: Loving Kit

Author: L.M. Brown

Publisher: Fireborn Publishing

Cover Artist: Sheri McGathy

Genre/s: Romance, Sci-fi, MMM Menage, MPreg

Length: 87 500 words/235 pages

Blurb

Logan McRae never expected to see two aliens when he woke from cryogenic sleep. He has lost his ship and his people and he questions whether he has lost his mind. As he gets to know Halor and Kit he realises he might just lose his heart as well.

Logan expected to wake on the spacecraft Mercury, ready to pilot the ship down to New Earth. Instead he comes out of cryogenic stasis to find he is on another ship with two alien beings, neither of whom can understand anything he says. Unfortunately, they are all the help he has if he wants to find his people and resume his journey.

Kit doesn't know what sort of creature he has accidentally purchased, but it is definitely male and isn't so very different from him and his lover, Halor. The language barrier might be a problem, but Kit knows the language of love doesn't always need words.

Prince Halor of the Hawk Clan has always been reluctant to expand his nest beyond himself and Kit, but it is obvious from the start that his feline lover is attracted to their unexpected guest. Halor will do anything to give Kit the happiness he deserves, even invite another man into their bed.
Logan has no idea that Kit isn't quite like other men until their passion results in unexpected consequences. Now he must choose between his mission and the two men who have given him everything he ever wanted, as well as things he never dreamed of.


   

 Excerpt 


When Logan stepped out of the cubicle, the cat-man was waiting for him with a clean kilt, similar to the ones worn by them. Logan had never worn such a garment in his life, but it was clear this was the only alternative clothing available if he wanted his flight suit cleaned.
His decision made, his covered himself quickly, though not quickly enough to avoid the frank appraisal of his feline host, whose green eyes lingered just a little too long on his groin.
Logan had taken his share of lovers before leaving Earth, but he couldn't recall ever being looked at quite like that. The feline licked his lips and made no effort to hide his stares.
During his time on the ship, Logan had watched the two lovers touch and kiss almost constantly whenever they were together in a room. He had seen the feline drop to his knees and suck the cock of the bird-man at least once a day. Late at night, when they had disappeared down the hatch, the sounds of their sexual activities echoed throughout the ship. Even if they hadn't given him a show right there on the flight deck, Logan would have to have been blind and deaf not to have figured out their relationship was far more than that of shipmates.
Since he had been seeing far more than was decent, Logan had also noticed that their feline and bird-like features were combined with those of men. Fur and feathers may have replaced hair, their eyes may be those of birds and cats, but there was enough about the two of them to make it clear they were very much men, not so different from himself.
They were actually quite pleasant to look upon. The feline was adorably cute, with a mischievous grin that never failed to bring a smile to Logan's lips. As for the bird, Logan not only admired his elegant beauty, he was in awe of his incredible strength.
Logan shivered at the want he saw in the eyes of the cat-man. He might not understand a word he said or even know his name, but the blatant sexual need in his gaze needed no translation.
The squawk of the bird-man alerted them to his presence. Logan jumped, feeling guilty, despite having done nothing to encourage the cat to stray.
The feline grinned and licked his lips again. He meowed and gestured to Logan's dirty clothing. Logan hoped he was going to get them cleaned, not have them thrown away.
Logan stepped aside so the cat-man could pass him, only for him to run his clawed finger lightly along his chest, sending another wave of shivers down his spine.
As the cat-man passed his lover, the bird-man tapped his arse playfully, causing the feline to swipe at him with his tail. Logan could tell they were merely playing and relaxed a little. As long as the bird-man didn't think he was trying to steal away his lover, things should be okay.
The feline vanished from sight and Logan stepped towards the door. That was when he realised the cat-man wasn't the only one who apparently admired his human body. The bird-man halted his progress with a hand on his chest, which turned into a soft caress, running over his abdomen and down to the front of his kilt.
Logan couldn't have stopped his body reacting if his life had depended on it.


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About the Author 

L.M. Brown is an English writer of gay romances. She believes that there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other… unless it is three. When L.M. Brown isn't bribing her fur babies for control of the laptop, she can usually be found with her nose in a book. 

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Thursday, 15 February 2018

Hearts & Health Volume 1 by DJ Jamison - Release Blitz





Blurb

Three full-length novels in a m/m romance series have been boxed up for one price! Sexy nurses with trust issues, overconfident doctors coping with reality checks, and hard-working students come together to find their hearts and health in small-town Kansas.

Heart Trouble (Book #1)


Fresh off his latest heartbreak, nurse Ben Griggs is wary when one of his patients shows an interest in him — especially when that patient showed up in the ER after a motorcycle accident. Ben isn’t the kind of guy who can hold the interest of an adrenaline junkie like Gage Evans for long. If he can’t find a way to trust Gage with his heart, they may be destined to have a fling that goes nowhere.


Bedside Manner (Book #2)


Dr. Paul Johnston can’t get a set of dark, somber eyes out of his head, and the timing couldn’t be worse. Zane Kavanaugh came through the ER, a victim of a hate-fueled assault, and Paul can’t forget him. But under review after a complaint, he also can’t afford to fall for a patient. Paul is afraid to start a relationship, and Zane can only handle so much more rejection. Paul may have to make a choice: His career or the first man to capture his heart.


Urgent Care (Book #3)


Dr. Trent Cavendish made a huge mistake when he walked away from the love of his life at age 18. When his best friend suddenly dies 12 years later, it rattles Trent into seeing how empty his life has become. He returns to his hometown, hoping to make amends to the man he left behind. Instead of the sweet but tame guy he remembers, Trent runs into a smoking-hot Xavier James dressed in bits of lace and silk at a gay nightclub. His plan to earn Xavier’s forgiveness immediately shifts to lust, and love’s not far behind.


Each of these books was previously published individually as part of the Hearts and Health series.



Excerpt from Book 1, Heart Trouble

The man had done a real number on himself. Angry scrapes covered his leg, and he was going to need sutures in two places. But everything looked clean and disinfected, so he reattached the bandage and slid the sheet up.


A smile tugged at his lips when, in the process, he glimpsed tight orange briefs under Gage’s hospital gown. Interesting underwear choice. This guy has a bit of flair.


“Is the leg your only damage?”


Gage chuckled, and Ben’s eyes shot up to his face. His lips smirked as he replied. “That’s debatable. What kind of damage are we talking: mental, emotional or physical?”


Ben laughed. “I only deal with the physical, honey.”


Gage’s smile widened, and Ben realized how that sounded. He hurried to get the conversation back on track. Flirting with patients was not ordinarily something he did, and he especially didn’t need to flirt with a biker. Despite what he’d said to Tripp, he was in no hurry to be another guy’s fuck buddy until he got bored.


“What I meant was, that jacket is looking abused. Do you have any other injuries?”


Even as he asked, Ben grabbed the chart to skim over the details once more. Not that he didn’t trust the patient, but he wanted to be sure he knew what had been detailed thus far.


“Jacket saved me,” Gage mumbled. “I might have a few bruises.”


Ben tsked. In addition to sutures, Gage was going to need a round of examinations to ensure there were no breaks or internal injuries to his body.


“Want me to take it off?”


Ben startled, glancing up. “What?”


“The jacket?” Gage said. “Do you need to see the rest of me?”


Ben bit down on his lip hard as images spilled through his mind. Even in a hospital gown covered by a leather jacket, Gage was a good looking man. His chest was firm and his shoulders broad. It was tempting to agree, just to look a little, after the dry spell Ben had experienced since Tripp dumped him.


That would be playing with fire, and he knew it.


Ben shook his head and replaced the chart.


“The doctor will make a more complete examination,” he said. “Let me go hunt down Dr. Johnston. I’ll scold him until he makes you his top priority.”


Ben smiled his polite nurse smile and turned for the door. He needed to get out of that room before he drooled all over his patient.


Author Bio

DJ Jamison worked in newsrooms for more than 10 years, which helped tremendously when she began her series centered on The Ashe Sentinel, a fictional small-town newspaper in Kansas. She lives in the Midwest with her husband, two sons and three glow-in-the-dark fish.








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Wednesday, 14 February 2018

Between the Studs by Brigham Vaughn - Release Day Review


Length: 33,511 words (Novella)

Genre: MMF Poly Contemporary Romance

Buy Links: Amazon |  Kobo | iTunes | PayHip | Scribd | Smashwords

It will also be available on Barnes & Noble

 Between the Studs on Goodreads:


Blurb

After a busy and successful year at her bakery, divorcĂ©e Aimee Lucas decides to splurge on a bathroom renovation. The owner of Lucas’s Fine Cakes and Pastries is tired of lackluster Valentine’s Days, so she’s looking forward to a solo celebration this year. Why bother with a mediocre date when she can relax in a tub with a glass of wine?

Joshua Ward and Matt Mitchell co-own a construction company, but there’s a bit more to their partnership than they let on. Although both men have caught the eye of many a homeowner, they never mix business with pleasure.

When Aimee hires J&M Construction to remodel her bathroom, she never expects to find a date. Much less two.

As the project continues, Aimee, Matt, and Josh find themselves drawn to one another. Matt and Josh are happy together, but they’re looking for a woman to be their third, and it quickly becomes clear Aimee might just be whom they’ve been searching for.

With Valentine’s Day quickly approaching, they all have decisions to make. Can Matt and Josh broach the subject without losing their customer? And will Aimee decide she just wants a fling with the hunky contractors, or is it time for her to take a leap of faith on something more?

Excerpt

Paula nodded knowingly when Aimee finished. “They’re totally into you! I definitely didn’t get any cozy chats with them over coffee or flirtatious banter.”

“Yeah, but both of them? I mean, are they just hedging their bets? Figuring I’ll choose one or the other?”

“Maybe.Maybe not though. They could just be into that.”

“Into what?” Aimee’s eyes got big as she realized what Paula meant. “Oh. You mean …?”

“Mmhmm.Maybe they like gettin’ it on together with a gorgeous woman.”

Threesomes. Well that wasn’t something Aimee had ever considered. Well, there had been the one time in college where she’d sort of ended up in bed with a couple, but she hadn’t been into the girl enough to go down on her and it had involved a lot of drunken fumbling. It had been sort of hot though, she mused.

But two guys? That was something altogether different. And this was no college experimentation. She was a grown adult for goodness sake. She owned a house and a business. She couldn’t really be thinking about it. Could she?

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Paula teased.

“No!” Aimee protested. But Paula’s arched eyebrow and the disbelief etched on her face prompted her to clarify. “I mean, yes, I’m thinking about what you suggested but not because I’m considering doing it.”

“Why not?”

Aimee sputtered. “Because that’s crazy! And so not me.”

“When was the last time you got laid?”

“Way too long ago,” Aimee admitted. “But come on, I can’t just answer the door tomorrow in lingerie and fuck me heels and say ‘hey boys, wanna fuck me?”


 Review

Between the Studs is a wonderful read. It gave this reader exactly what she wanted from a poly romance.

For starters, we’re meeting three wonderful characters. The whole story is told from Aimee’s perspective, which makes sense because the whole poly idea is new and scary to her. But through her eyes we get to fully appreciate Josh and Matt; and boy is there a lot to appreciate. Not only are they, as the title implies, total studs, they are also funny, charming, thoughtful, considerate, and incredibly sexy.

I so enjoyed Aimee’s journey from just enjoying having the two men in her house while they worked on her new bathroom, to cautious flirting, through a few doubts, to a night of out-of-this-world and mind-blowing sex. And then, just when you think that Aimee has found her happiness, the novelty of it all combines with her personal insecurities and… Let’s just say I wanted to slap her at that point. Not because her feelings, doubts, and reasoning didn’t make sense, but because I couldn’t stand her potentially throwing away the best thing that had ever happened to her.

Of course, the fact that her initial decision upset me so much, only proves how invested in the story and the characters I’d become by that point in the story. And the process she has to go through to get over her insecurities and reach the point where she is willing to follow her heart, even if it does mean taking a leap of faith, is exactly what makes this novella so much more than an erotic short. Because while this novella certainly is incredibly sexy, it is also the story of one woman who had been left once too often, finding the courage to embrace life again. And while I can’t deny thoroughly enjoying the sexy times between Aimee, Josh, and Matt, it was the rest of the story that made this book unputdownable for me.

I have to warn you though; Aimee’s baking plays a star role in this story and I have to admit the descriptions of her creations had my mouth watering. This may be one of those books you shouldn’t read while hungry J

If you’re in the mood for a well written, charming, very sexy and delightful story this Valentine’s Day (or any other time of the year), I highly recommend Between the Studs.



Bromantically Yours by K.C. Wells - Release Day Review


97 pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Blurb

A friends-to-lovers novella that came from Out of the Shadows, because Nate and Dylan needed a story….

Nate and Dylan have been pals for a long time. So what if their friends think they’ve got a little bromance going? Doesn’t mean there’s anything more to it than that, right? And even if there is, Nate and Dylan are totally oblivious….

Until the night they share a drunken kiss—and everything changes.
 

Review

First things first: Yes, you can read this story as a stand-alone, but … Trust me when I say you’ll enjoy the story more if you read (the utterly wonderful) Out of the Shadows first. It is in that earlier book that the set-up for this story is first established, and if you’ve read the ‘prequel’ you will know that while Nate and Dylan only see each other as best friends, others, especially those meeting them for the first time, instantly recognise there’s something more brewing between them.

But, while their friends may not be surprised when Nate and Dylan (at last) start to recognise their real feelings for each other, our two men need a bit more time to get their heads around the fact that they are more than ‘just’ best friends. Their journey made me smile from start to finish.

I’m going to keep this review short. It’s not a long book and I honestly believe that the journey Nate and Dylan make is best enjoyed without prior knowledge. Let’s just say it’s sweet, touching, at times laugh out loud funny, and sexy. In fact, I would go as far as to say it is the perfect set-up for a Valentine’s Day romance.

Apart from the delight of losing myself in Nate and Dylan’s revelation and subsequence romance, I have to admit that it was also very nice to get to reconnect with Christian and Josh from Out of the Shadows. Those two men occupy a special place in my heart, and getting a brief glance at their life together was a very special treat.

As books for Valentine’s Day go, this one squarely hit the sweet spot.

Related review: Out of the Shadows