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Guest Post and Exclusive Excerpt by Lyn Gala

Excerpt from Claimings series by Lyn Gala



To help Lyn Gala celebrate the release of  Assimilation, Love, and Other Human Oddities, we’ve been lucky to have the honor of hosting a wonderful scene cut from book one of the Claimings series.  Those of you who’ve been reading my reviews for a long time know I’m not only a science fiction junkie but a Lyn Gala junkie as well.  Possibly this excerpt made me momentarily lose my cool.


She-who-had-been-Hasha watched the humans. Ondry had forced this gathering, but she was not surprised. He was as headstrong as his mother. Both had demanded their freedom so young—too young. Rownt needed aff

ection to grow strong, and both were too stubborn to accept the love that was their right as children. Instead they rushed toward adulthood.

She sometimes wondered if there was some genetic marker for stubbornness that she could ask the one who had been Oma to identify. Continue reading Guest Post and Exclusive Excerpt by Lyn Gala

Americana Fairy Tale: Blog Tour


Americana Fairy Tale
by Lex Chase

Genre: M/M Fairy Tale Urban Fantasy
Length: Novel, 340 Pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press


Modern fairy-tale princess Taylor Hatfield has problems. One: He’s a guy. Two: His perfect brother Atticus is the reincarnation of Snow White. Three: Taylor has no idea which princess he is supposed to be. Four: Taylor just left his prince (a girl) at the altar. Despite his enchanted lineage, Taylor is desperate to find his Happily Ever After away from magic, witches, and stuffy traditions. Regrettably, destiny has other plans for him. Dammit.

When word reaches Taylor that Idi the Witchking has captured Atticus, Taylor is determined to save his brother. He enlists the help of rakish and insufferable Corentin Devereaux, likewise of enchanted lineage. A malicious spell sends Taylor and Corentin on a road trip through the kitschy nostalgia of roadside Americana. To save Atticus, they must solve the puzzles put forth by Idi the Witchking. As they struggle, Taylor and Corentin’s volatile partnership sparks a flash of something more. But princesses have many enemies, and Taylor must keep his wits about him because there’s nothing worse than losing your heart… or your head.




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Still flustered and confused, with no time to contemplate what had just come over him, Corentin tossed out his hand and gestured to the open road. “Do you see signs for I-85 North anywhere, genius?”

“Man, you’re really bitchy,” Ringo said, crossing his arms. “Have enough water today? Hydration is important.”

“Why should I trust you anyway? You could be getting us lost on purpose,” Taylor said. There was a sneer in his tone, and he glared in the rearview. “I’m not counting out we nearly died three seconds ago.”

“I was avoiding a tire in the road,” Corentin lied. “And I am not getting us lost.” His irritation grew as he tried to puzzle through everything that had just transpired. “I’m keeping my promise. You’re useless to me, so we’re going to go save your brother and kill Idi instead.”

“Woooooah,” Ringo said, holding up his hands in surrender. “You didn’t tell me this was Idi we were up against.”

“Someone fill me in,” Taylor said in a demanding tone.

Corentin gritted his teeth. Just like all princesses, Taylor was a pretty spoiled brat. “Idi is the Witchking,” Corentin said simply. He braced himself for the oncoming flurry of questions. Which he wouldn’t know how to answer in the simplest of terms.

“Idi’s bad juju,” Ringo said. “The worst of all witches.”

“And we’re going to kill him?” Taylor asked.

Corentin caught him arching a brow and making a doubtful expression in the rearview. “That’s the plan.”

“And save Atticus,” Taylor said.

“That’s the plan,” Corentin repeated tersely.

“What’s in it for you?” Taylor asked. Something in his tone suggested his mistrust had hit its limit.

Before Corentin could come up with an expert lie, he was unfortunately saved by the GPS popping with sizzles and showering sparks over the cabin of the truck. Ringo zipped behind the passenger seat, and Taylor yelped in a half squeal. The truck fishtailed over two lanes and came dangerously close to clipping a car. Corentin acted fast, ripping the melting device from its dash mount and chucking it out the window. Taylor turned to look out the back window, and Corentin caught the bright orange flame as the thing exploded like a grenade.

When the spots cleared from Corentin’s eyes, he muttered a curse under his breath as the truck passed from a clear division of daylight into the dead of night. He clicked the headlights on and waited for his eyes to adjust.

“What the hell is going on?” Taylor asked, leaning up to the back window.

“Idi’s fucking with us,” Corentin said. “It seems like he’s trying to delay us as much as possible.”

“He knows we’re onto him,” Taylor said. “Way to go for discussing the super-secret squirrel plan out loud.”

“You know…,” Corentin said, glaring in the rearview. “You are a lot more pleasant when you’re passed out, snoring.”

Taylor huffed. “I don’t snore.”

“You bleat like a dying hyena,” Ringo said, then spit a giggle.

Taylor’s attention snapped to the pixie. “What is this? Asshole day?”

Corentin caught his eerie pink glare in the rearview.

“Dude, just get off at the nearest exit. We should be near Birmingham by now.”

“All right, all right,” Corentin said, and it was a pleasant reprieve that Taylor kept his mouth shut for more than five minutes. It didn’t last.

“Hey, hey!” Taylor said and pointed at a green-and-white interstate exit sign in the distance. “Talladega! Turn here. I can get us to Atlanta from here. We’re not that far off.”

Corentin guided the truck up the exit ramp and frowned. Something was wrong—flat-topped mesas came into view.

“What the…?” Taylor whispered and watched the rolling dunes of the Painted Desert.

“Uuuh…,” Ringo added and pressed himself to the windshield. The occasional cactus whisked by. “Wow, Talladega’s having a hard time with the drought this season,” Ringo said through their awestruck silence.

“That’s not a drought,” Corentin said softly.

Taylor squinted into the distance. “Does ‘Welcome to Arizona, the Grand Canyon State’ answer your question?”

Ringo pasted his face to the windshield. “How do you even see—” Ringo squeaked when the state sign of Arizona blurred by. “Oh my Storyteller!”

Corentin remained tense, trying to get his thoughts together.

Taylor, however, seemed to not be able to resist blurting out his opinion. “It seems this Eddie guy is doing more than just fucking with us.”

“Idi,” Corentin said and realized how terse he sounded. “I think he wants to do more than just delay us.”

Ringo peeled himself from the windshield. He slapped his hands to his cheeks in horror. “He wants us to die out here?” he croaked.

“Panicking is not going to help,” Corentin said firmly.

“Easy for you to say,” Taylor snapped. “We just need to stop somewhere and ask for directions. We’ll get back on the right road in no time.”

Corentin sighed. Taylor’s hope was admirable, but Ringo was only half right. They would die out here, but only one of them. This was Corentin’s first trial. Now he was here, in the middle of nowhere, with Taylor to do with what he will. As soon as that was over, Idi would release him and he’d be on his way, but only until the next time Idi summoned him to do his bidding.

They drove on, again in a long-hanging silence. The interstate lay barren, not a single car or scrap of civilization to be seen. The pavement bore veins of black tar from years of shoddy repair. Corentin caught Taylor’s pink gaze in the rearview, and his feral eyes seemed to gleam in the dark.

The princess shifted from one side of the backseat to the other. He seemed to look for anything that would help. He cupped his hands around the glass and peeked out into the night. “I can’t see anything out there. It’s just desert,” Taylor muttered.

Ringo turned to Corentin, “How are we on ga—”

“Don’t say it!” Corentin and Taylor shouted in unison.

Ringo held up his hands and pursed his lips. “Got it…. Uh… why?”

“I assume Eddie is listening in to everything,” Taylor said.

“Idi,” Corentin corrected Taylor again. “I think sir princess is right. It seems the second we’ve said anything, something’s gone wrong.”

Ringo fluttered over to the dash and rested his chin in his palm. “You know… it could be all a coincidence….”

Corentin and Taylor glared angrily at Ringo in silence while the hum of the pavement whooshed as Corentin drove.

Ringo waved his hands. “By Titania’s tatas, guys, I was just kidding!”



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About the author


LXC_FlamesLex Chase once heard Stephen King say in a commercial, “We’re all going to die, I’m just trying to make it a little more interesting.” She knew then she wanted to make the world a little more interesting too.

Weaving tales of cinematic, sweeping adventure and epic love—and depending on how she feels that day—Lex sprinkles in high-speed chases, shower scenes, and more explosions than a Hollywood blockbuster. She loves tales of men who kiss as much as they kick ass. She believes if you’re going to going to march into the depths of hell, it better be beside the one you love.

Lex is a pop culture diva and her DVR is constantly backlogged. She wouldn’t last five minutes without technology in the event of the apocalypse and has nightmares about refusing to leave her cats behind. She is incredibly sentimental, to the point that she gets choked up at holiday commercials. But like the lovers driven to extreme measures to get home for the holidays, Lex believes everyone deserves a happy ending.

Lex also has a knack for sarcasm, never takes herself seriously, and has been nicknamed “The Next Alan Moore” by her friends for all the pain and suffering she inflicts on her characters. She is a Damned Yankee hailing from the frozen backwoods of Maine now residing in the burbs of Northwest Florida, where it could be 80F and she’d still be a popsicle.

She is grateful for and humbled by all the readers. She knows very well she wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them and welcomes feedback.

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How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps: Blog Tour

Guest post and giveaway by Josephine Myles: Inexperienced Doms

Part of the How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps Blog Tour


shy leatherman Doms in BDSM fiction are nearly always older, richer, more experienced, and physically larger than their subs. It’s a cliché I’ve written before in Screwing the System, so for my second BDSM novel—How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps—I was keen to try something very different. Why not write an inexperienced Dom who needs to be trained by a sub? And to make it even more interesting, why not make the sub richer, posher, older and taller than him?

It’s not the first time I’ve written a novice Dom and experienced sub—I explored the idea in a short story in the Winter Warmers anthology—but it’s not a dynamic I’ve read outside of the occasional erotic short story. It got me wondering why this is. I mean, I can certainly see the attraction for the sub in teaming up with someone who knows the ropes. BDSM fiction abounds with novice subs on their erotic journey, but spare a thought for the poor old Doms. They aren’t born knowing exactly how to wield a flogger; they need to learn how to do this stuff too.

Spend any time plying a kinky type with drinks, and they’ll soon start telling you a bunch of hilarious stories about the times things went wrong. But that’s what learning and growth is all about, after all. Having a Dom learn from his mistakes interests me far more than him being perfect—I want to see character growth, and the emotional journey involved in accepting you get your kicks from dominating, humiliating and/or hurting your (willing) partner is a fascinating one to explore.

However, in addition to the emotional growth in this scenario, the potential for slapstick comedy is one I just couldn’t pass up. Jeff—the hapless and apparently straight hero of How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps—has a history of failed first dates with women. What’s more, gossip about one particularly embarrassing screw up is circulating in the local scene, meaning none of the women want anything to do with him. Fortunately Eddie can see his potential and is convinced that once Jeff grows in confidence he has the makings of an excellent Dom. And perhaps having a male sub to train him will be helpful as Jeff will be better able to concentrate on the technical aspects of Eddie’s Five Step training regime if he isn’t distracted by lust.

leather kissThat’s the idea, anyway. But lust has a funny way of surfacing despite Jeff’s avowed sexual inclinations, leading to mistakes involving candle wax and a violet wand…


Readers, what do you think: are novice Doms sexy and interesting, or would you rather read about men who know it all already? And do you have any recs for other stories featuring Doms who are still learning the ropes?


The How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps Blog Tour Giveaway!

I’m currently touring blog land, chatting about my latest Samhain Publishing release. Each post gives a unique insight into the book, and a lucky commenter will win a prize at every stop along the way. Winner’s choice of either:

  • two of Jo’s backlist ebooks
  • or a signed copy of Junk (or another backlist paperback, subject to availability) – shipping worldwide

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How To Train Your Dom In Five Easy Steps coverBlurb:

Sometimes the little head really does know best.

Jeff White’s needs are simple. All he wants is a submissive to help him explore the dominant side that his ex-girlfriend couldn’t handle. Problem is, inexperience in both dating and domming has resulted in a string of rejections.

What he needs is an experienced sub willing to show him the ins and outs of controlling a scene. Unfortunately, the only one willing to take him on is male, and Jeff is straight. One hundred percent, never-gonna-happen straight.

Easygoing painslut Eddie Powell doesn’t care that Jeff is younger, working class, and shorter. Eddie likes a bit of rough, and Jeff fits the bill perfectly. The trick will be convincing him to follow Eddie’s five-step training programme—which would be easy if Eddie wasn’t starting to have feelings for the rough-around-the-edges landscaper.

Once Jeff lays his hands on Eddie, things definitely get out of hand. But it’ll take more than hot, sweaty, kinky sex to persuade him to come out of the closet—especially to himself.

Warning: Contains a happy sub, a confused Dom, a high ratio of sex to plot, misuse of root ginger, and a suitcase of kink. Written in Jo’s usual exceedingly “English” English.

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Jo's mugshotAuthor bio:

English through and through, Josephine Myles is addicted to tea and busy cultivating a reputation for eccentricity. She writes gay erotica and romance, but finds the erotica keeps cuddling up to the romance, and the romance keeps corrupting the erotica. Jo blames her rebellious muse but he never listens to her anyway, no matter how much she threatens him with a big stick. She’s beginning to suspect he enjoys it.

Jo publishes regularly with Samhain. She has also been known to edit anthologies and self-publish on occasion.

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Twitter: @JosephineMyles

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Hard Act to Follow Playlist: Neon Trees’ Sleeping with a Friend by Kimber Vale








Hey, everybody! It’s me, Kimber Vale, back with another installment of my Hard Act to Follow inspirational tunage. Thanks ever so much to the lovely crew at It’s About the Book for hosting me during my tour. You put the ice in nice, and everyone knows life is better with ice. Except for maybe Germans. It’s like pulling teeth trying to get a cube for your soda over there.

So, I’ll admit that many of the songs on my playlist thus far haven’t been the shiny happy kind. Don’t worry. This one’s more upbeat than a mom of three on the first day of school. I give you Sleeping with a Friend by the ultra-fabulous Neon Trees. When my local radio station began playing this tune I was largely finished writing Kyrie and Greg’s book. The first time I heard it, though, I was thrilled to have found a song that was perfect for these two. I immediately had to look up the video and was even more excited by the lead singer, Tyler Glenn’s, utter adorableness, sharp attire, and mesmerizing moves. He publically came out within a few weeks of that, and I figured it was a sign from the heavens above; the absolutely perfect playlist song dropped into my lap. Every time it came on the radio, I’d smile thinking of my boys. I still do. I know Kyrie would dance his ass off to this song.

YouTube video for Sleeping with a Friend:


“Beer!” Kyrie came from Greg’s small kitchen with two fists full of Sierra Nevada IPA. “Last two— You need to do better, buddy.”

“I try not to keep a ton of alcohol—”

“Yeah, yeah. But this is why we never hang here.” Kyrie turned around, arms spread, still laden with pale ale. “And this…” He spun around. “Is so much classier than my dump. Game nights would be sweet over on the swanky side of town, bro.”

“I let you and the other riffraff over here every other week, and the swanky side of town just took a turn for the worse.”

Liar. You let Kyrie over here and he’ll drink too much and pass out on your bed. That’s why you avoid this shit—because you can always leave his place with your blue balls and your pathetic fantasies. But Kyrie here is a live hand grenade. Duck and cover.

“Catch!” Kyrie tossed the beer underhand, and Greg barely managed to grab it with uncoordinated fingers.

“Watch it!” Greg bent to set the beer on his glass coffee table, heart thumping for a thousand reasons.

“You deserve an exploded brew for that comment.” Kyrie popped his bottle cap with a keychain opener that screamed arrest me. He dropped his keys on the table beside Greg’s beer while looking up at him with an intense stare. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me lately? Tired of playing with the riffraff across town?” Kyrie smirked, but pain touched his voice and eyes.

“No, man. You know I’m busy as hell. I didn’t mean that about game night…”

“You totally did.” He narrowed his amber gaze at Greg. “Kilborne’s a slob, and he and Liv would lick your fridge clean. Their combined eating forces are the stuff of legend.”

“It’s weird. She does have an amazing appetite for a girl her size.”

“It’s her thyroid, lucky bitch. Big eyes and a stick figure. She looks like a freakin’ anime.”

Greg grinned, reaching for his beer as he sat heavily on the couch. He recalled its tumultuous state and set it back on the table.

Kyrie plopped down next to him, his knee brushing Greg’s despite the vacant cushion to the guy’s left. “Here. I said I was gonna get you good and drunk.” He took a quick tug and then pushed his bottle into Greg’s hand.

“I really don’t need it. I’m there.”

“You need something. To relax. Chill out. Live a freakin’ little. Something.” Kyrie knocked his knee into Greg’s and his hand slipped off the beer and fell onto Greg’s thigh.

“I’m… relaxed.” But the buzz was suddenly scattered by apprehension. Kyrie couldn’t be this close—touching him. Rubbing the inside of my goddamn thigh!

“Chug it.” Kyrie leaned over, his breath hoppy and sweet, his top lip still glistening from the last sip he’d taken. Greg sucked in a wavering inhalation.

The hand on his leg inched higher and squeezed while Kyrie grasped the glass over Greg’s fingers and led it to his lips.

“Drink up.”

Greg opened his mouth and managed to take a sip without choking, miracle of miracles.

“Good dog.” Kyrie grinned wickedly less than a foot from Greg’s face. He took the beer back and brought it to his own lips, the tip of his pink tongue darting out to lick the glass where Greg’s mouth had just been.

Greg almost whimpered as Kyrie sucked back a mouthful, his gaze glued to Greg’s the whole while.

Like porn when the chick maintains eye contact while giving head. Wonder if guys do that in gay movies. Despite the strange sexual attraction simmering inside him—the one that had him jerking off to visions of Kyrie way too often—Greg hadn’t had the balls to look for gay stroke films. He wasn’t even sure he’d find them appealing. He’d never even considered sleeping with men until Kyrie came along and flipped his world over like a sore loser tossing a board game.

All he knew was Kyrie’s puckered lower lip wrapped erotically around the bottle top. Paired with his gorgeous, almost challenging golden-brown stare, it sent a surge of blood to Greg’s dick so hot and fast it made him lightheaded.

“What are you looking at?” It was too close to Greg’s dream. Way too fucking close. And so was Kyrie. But instead of Greg reaching out and grasping nothing but ghost, Kyrie’s hand on his thigh pressed hard, real and reassuring. Instigating. It slid slowly inside and up while Kyrie lifted his eyebrows in question, his sweet mouth forming a tiny O that made Greg desperate to kiss him.

Greg tried to swallow, but the lump in the back of his throat didn’t move—wouldn’t allow for speech. He took a shallow breath that caught when Kyrie’s pinky wisped over his bulging cockhead. Kyrie placed the beer on the coffee table with his free hand while that little finger flirted over Greg’s ridge like it was reading braille. Reading Greg’s perverted mind through his khakis.

“Kyr—” he croaked.

“Shhh.” Kyrie leaned closer, a full hand stroking up Greg’s hard-on. “Don’t.” His lips skimmed across Greg’s, warm, soft, and tremor inducing. Greg inhaled sharply, maybe to work out a final cry for reason, but any remaining resistance fell away as Kyrie’s familiar scent overwhelmed him. Instead, he groaned as that knowledgeable hand squeezed him through his pants, and those seductive lips, a bare hint of stubble peppered above the upper one, touched down again to ply and cajole without words.


Kyrie is an actor with a physical aversion to telling lies, a one-eyed cat, and horrible taste in men. His ex-brother-in-law and best friend, Greg, harbors a secret crush he can’t shake. After denying his feelings for Kyrie for too long, Greg finally gives in to desire one drunken night. Come the morning, the facts get twisted. Kyrie pretends he doesn’t remember a thing—a lie that eats him alive—and Greg can’t stop thinking about how he screwed up the best thing in his life.

Before they can clear the air, Kyrie follows his dreams to New York City, but could he also be running away?

A mistake from Kyrie’s past detonates their silence, and Greg is forced to confront the man he loves. Is their new truth strong enough to support a relationship, or are they doomed to crumble under old fears? Their friendship could evolve into something a million times stronger, but maybe Kyrie’s act is just too hard for Greg to follow.

BioBeFunky_Stenciler_6K. Vale writes erotic romance of all stripes, from hot hetero to mouthwatering manlove. Find her MF work published under Kimber Vale. Come for the sex. Stay for the story. Stalk Kimber on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale, and check her site for updates, new releases, and freebies at The blog:

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Chasing Sunrise: Blog Tour


It’s About The Book is happy to be hosting Lex Chase for her blog tour for Chasing Sunrise. It’s the first in a new trilogy which is very different from her previous works.  Thank you, Lex, for stopping by!

Heya and howdy do! I’m Lex Chase and I want to give a big thank you to the ladies at It’s About the Book for hosting me today on the Chasing Sunrise Blog Tour!

Chasing Sunrise paranormal urban fantasy featuring people eating vampires that definitely don’t sparkle, Ancient Roman shifters, torture, war, genocide, and a love story that causes irrevocable consequences. It’s definitely not your standard fluffy paranormal. It’s dark, and leads readers to places that they never thought capable. Even Whit left this lovely review right here that sums it up.

BiancaOne of the interesting thing about her review that tickled me, as the mention of the supporting cast of these female warriors and how she liked them. This was music to my ears! The women in question are King Sevon’s royal guard, a sisterhood known as the Armigers. They actually outnumber the male characters in the book, so it was a concern of how women in an M/M book would be received.

The captain of the Armigers, Bianca, and her second-in-command, Chaney, are a pair very dear to me. They’re a devoted lesbian couple that have a story just as epic as Sevon and Jack. In Chasing Sunrise we only get brief glimpses of their love for each other, but in those glimpses I wanted to express that they have a love extends beyond time itself. They have such a deep love for each other that Sevon can only dream of one day reaching with Jack.

But there’s a twist with Bianca and Chaney. We learn through the Darkmore Saga is there is a concept of a Chrono and an awakened. The easiest way to break this down is a Chrono is what we’d consider a “Maker” and the awakened is the “progeny” according to popular vampire tropes. A Chrono is a giver of time that makes an awakened immortal, or… have all the time in the world as it were.

Also another aspect of being awakened, harkens to the belief that one is not truly awake and aware of the truths to the world when they were once human. I’m a huge philosophy nerd, and I essentially try to put the concepts in plain enough English that readers aren’t left scratching their heads and running to Google for wtf did I say? I am absolutely and constantly slipping this stuff in left and right on the downlow. In the case of the awakened and seeing the “truth of reality” is a very teeny tiny subtle reference to German philosopher Immanuel Kant being inspired by philosopher David Hume with the line that Hume had “awoken him from his long dogmatic slumbers.”

Short version: It’s cool, kk? 😀Chaney

In Chasing Sunrise we discover that for a Chrono and awakened to have a romantic relationship, it’s a punishable criminal offense. While centuries have passed, many are still quite close-minded to such a relationship. To earn Sevon’s trust, Bianca confesses to Sevon that Chaney is her Chrono and they are indeed lovers. Sevon, who is gay, at first finds this news absolutely scandalous and uncomfortable.

I enjoy the play of taking the “scandal” of a gay relationship, and twisting it into something else. Something else that readers of LGBT fiction would find familiar but unusual. We have read countless stories of gay relationships facing trials and dangers if they can truly remain together, and we’re aware it’s going to all be okay in the end.

But what about a trope where being gay isn’t the issue at all, but a certain social standing? Or a certain race of people? Or in the case of the Darkmore Saga certain species of werecritters, and immortals having relations with mortals (which is a whole other ball of wax.) It’s a trope that is interesting to explore beyond LGBT couples but straight ones as well. And it’s something where readers are not exactly truly sure if it’s going to work out for the best like they’re so comfortable in the standard LGBT relationship story.

Essentially, Bianca and Chaney serve as my own poster children for civil rights in the context of this series. And I hope M/M readers appreciate and want to learn more about their love story as well as Sevon and Jack. Because these ladies have weathered the storms of their relationship and they have become so diesel, they can and will rise to the occasion.




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Genre: Vampires, Werewolves/Shapeshifters, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, Fantasy
Series: The Darkmore Saga: Book One
Length: Novel
Published: July 25, 2014
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
ISBN: 978-1-62798-776-9
Buy: Paperback or eBook

Chasing Sunrise
The Darkmore Saga: Book One
On the Coastal Bend of Texas, a hidden kingdom called Darkmore lies in ruins, and King Sevon Maraté is trapped. Using Sevon as a mouthpiece and a scapegoat, Lord Dominic rules from the shadows. Sevon copes with the unrelenting abuse by dressing in women’s finery and casting an image of graceful nobility. Born of royal verkolai blood and as beautiful as he is lethal, he possesses the ability to part the Veil separating his world from hundreds of others. His gift is his chance to escape, but Dominic refuses to relinquish his tool for power. Dominic forges an ambitious plan to invade the prosperous land of Priagust. Only a select few know the mythic kingdom of shifters exists. Sevon is out of options for his people’s survival, and cooperating with Dominic is his only chance.

On their foray into Priagust, Dominic’s men kidnap and interrogate a shifter named Jack. Even under torture, Jack’s loyalty to his kind never wavers. But as Jack’s knowledge about Darkmore’s king and its history unsettles Sevon, a curious bond begins to form. Despite Sevon’s mistrust, Jack is determined to tame Sevon’s wild heart and perhaps earn his freedom. As invasion looms, Sevon wonders if trusting Jack will lead him into another trap or if he should forget about chasing the sunrise and remain Dominic’s compliant prisoner.

Chasing Sunrise Excerpt

A knock at the study doors startled Sevon, and the accompanying peal of thunder aggravated the situation. “Enter,” Sevon growled.

The door parted, and green eyes flickered through the dim lantern light. Sevon stiffened with the recognition that the emerald eyes belonged to Lady Bianca, the captain of the Armigers. Her skin was as white as paper and her makeup as black as calligraphy ink. Her lips were stained with obsidian glaze, her eyes rimmed in swooshes of kohl, and her jet-black Mohawk styled into a professional tail down the middle of her scalp. Bianca’s silver piercings, necklace chains, rings on every finger, and fashion sense were drawn from the human rock stars of the seventies. She was a punked-out rabble-rouser in the wrong decade.

“Your Majesty, if I may have a word?”

Sevon didn’t know what to make of her and the fact she would reach out so soon. He squinted, and something tickled at his memory like the haze of a dream.

“Do I know you?” Sevon asked as he tried to put her face onto a point of reference.

Bianca bowed her head. “Yes, Your Majesty. You were just a boy. My wife and I have very fond memories.”

Sevon smiled; Bianca seemed respectful at least. He prodded for more information. “Your wife? Is she here?”

Bianca was a handsome woman in the way Sevon was a beautiful man. Her smile was one of confidence and fearlessness. “Lady Chaney, Your Majesty. She’s my Chrono

The term hit Sevon with a thump to the chest. “Your Chrono?” he asked convinced he misheard her. He didn’t know what to say. He had never met another aisa that had such a taboo relationship.

Bianca smirked. She was testing him. It was impossible she could be lovers with her Chrono. “One of the many crimes I have willingly committed in my lifetime,” she said.

Sevon decided to hold this nugget of information in case the right opportunity presented itself. He nodded. “And now you are here to atone for your wrongdoings.”

“And perhaps guide His Majesty out of his own,” Bianca said.

He gauged her tone and noted the hint of compassion. Sevon was still suspicious. Dominic had insisted on letting the Armigers into the kingdom. Clearly, they were his allies.

Sevon didn’t respond but changed the subject instead. “You had something you’d like to say?”

Bianca stepped toward the window and held out a hand. “I hope His Majesty is aware that the people of Darkmore cannot survive like this,” she said in a low tone, as if she was warning a child. “I’ve caught up on the recent events of this kingdom. Just tonight, I’ve uncovered issues of repossessing the stockyards. And then burning noble homes in disagreement with the Crown to cinders? I’ll have you know Lord Unger was the ambassador of the king of Leiser Nachtwald, Darkmore’s connection to Eastern Europe. He has been our ally since before you were born. His king trusted Darkmore to have his best interests at heart. How do you think it appears to his king that Darkmore shows no mercy to Unger’s court and Unger himself?”

Sevon’s eyebrow quirked and his lips pressed into a thin line. He couldn’t tell Bianca the truth. He didn’t dare. Someone was listening somewhere, and the news would get back to Dominic. “Dominic says Leiser Nachtwald has nothing to offer us anyway,” Sevon expertly lied. He assumed an air of indifference and tried to throw Bianca off the trail.

Bianca straightened to her full height of six feet. She turned to face him, and there was no mistaking her doubt. “Oh really now? How can Lord Ravensgrove be so certain?”

“Because he is,” Sevon said, waving a hand. He glanced toward the window to keep from looking Bianca in the eye. If she could see him clearly, she’d catch him in his lies. “We have everything right where it’s supposed to be,” he said, injecting confidence into his voice.

Bianca frowned. “Have you even been listening? Rationing resources when it’s quite apparent the kingdom doesn’t have enough to go around to begin with? Assassinating people for having an opinion?”

Sevon stood and strode to the bookcase. Keeping his back to Bianca, he waved behind him. “Yes, yes, whatever. That’s all very small in the scheme of things.”

“By the fangs of my ancestors!” Bianca growled. “What are you talking about?”

Sevon scanned the bookcase, and his fingers flicked over the spines of the old tomes. He brightened when he found an antiquated atlas. He shouldered the gargantuan book off the shelf, then slammed it onto the desktop. Bianca danced back three steps as Sevon flipped to the proper page. He smiled in contentment at the continent spanning the two enormous sheaves of paper.

“There. Our new home,” Sevon purred in quiet reverence.

Bianca stepped toward the desk, examining the book. “Saionavora? The shifters’ land? It’s a fairy tale!”



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Lex Chase once heard Stephen King say in a commercial, “We’re all going to die, I’m just trying to make it a little more interesting.” She knew then she wanted to make the world a little more interesting.

Weaving tales of cinematic, sweeping adventure, epic love—and depending on how she feels that day—Lex sprinkles in high-speed chases, shower scenes, and more explosions than a Hollywood blockbuster. She loves tales of men who kiss as much as they kick ass. She believes if you’re going to going to march into the depths of hell, it better be beside the one you love.

Lex is a pop culture diva and her DVR is constantly backlogged. She wouldn’t last five minutes without technology in the event of the apocalypse and has nightmares about refusing to leave her cats behind. She is incredibly sentimental, to the point that she gets choked up at holiday commercials. But like the lovers driven to extreme measures to get home for the holidays, Lex believes everyone deserves a happy ending.

Lex also has a knack for sarcasm, never takes herself seriously, and has been nicknamed “The Next Alan Moore” by her friends for all the pain and suffering she inflicts on her characters. She is a Damned Yankee hailing from the frozen backwoods of Maine residing in the ’burbs of Northwest Florida where it could be 80F and she’d be a popsicle.

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