Thursday, November 16, 2017

#PactDays : Conti'Quan #ValespianPact

Welcome to Thursday's Pact Days! Today, we have the Conti'Quan.

The Conti'Quan, Cleito, was introduced in Alpha Trine. He is a friend of Zeus and still has a part to play in the series. :)

A couple of side notes: For a list of species that have been posted so far, see the The People of Valespia pageI'm placing these in alphabetical order so I won't unintentionally place importance on any specie. I will leave off information on the species that will spoil future books. My standard sheet has the same categories for all species. So there will be blank categories just because that species didn't need them.


Species: Conti'Quan
Planet: Talos Kol
Other races on the planet:
Planetary Terrain: Forest, Jungle, Seas, Lakes, Rivers
Capitol: Seti
Patron Ryo Pardeep:

Description: The height goes from 2 inches to 6 feet (around 2 meters). Roughly humanoid, Telepathic/Empathic. Flexible roots for locomotion, allowing them to leave the soil. The main stalk of the body is thick. No eyes, sees with vibrations. Can easily pick up the most minute movement. Several vines from the central stem/stalk act as arms and are used to manipulate tools.

Their graceful gestures along with telepathic speech is their native language called, Dancing.

Has an elaborate written language. Their scholars travel all their lives to record events, ideas, and stories for a retelling at a later date. They send all their writings back home where it is stored in the Great Library.

In the beginning, they only developed their technology to travel the stars.

They have few natural predators except for some fungus, bacterial parasites, and a set number of insects. They have developed entomology cures to use before the chemicals. (Chemicals are a last result.)

They are specialist when it comes to eco systems and often help other species with such problems. (The Dar Massaga reached out to them after their civil war to help repair both planets.)

Ethereal, delicate, and they struggle to understand the motives of other species.

Common Occupation: information gatherers, chemistry, eco system specialist, entomology, horticultural
Government Systems: They have none
Current Leader: n/a
Council of Neighn of Member: Eunomia

Allies: Gaziniti, Dar Massaga, Chtichlian, Mar'Sani, Fal'Amoric, Daimoni, Keygan, Asani, Battion,

Star System: Solymus System

Other planets occupied by species:

Military Leader: n/a

Cultural names and terms specific to species:

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Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Exclusive Excerpt: Breaking Free by A.T. Brennan #giveaway

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It is my pleasure to have A.T. Brennan on the blog today for the release blitz of Breaking Free! We have an awesome exclusive excerpt. Scroll down and check it out!

Title: Breaking Free
Author: A.T. Brennan
Series: Den Boys #3
Release Date: November 14th 2017
Genre: Contemporary MM Romance


“I would never forgive myself if something happened to another man I cared about because I’d been careless and given in to temptation.” ~ Zander

The last thing I was looking for was a relationship, then I laid eyes on a dancer at a nightclub and my entire world was flipped upside down. Kai is everything I’ve ever wanted, but shouldn’t have. I’m haunted by a past I can’t seem to break free from, and I’m not sure I can be the man Kai deserves. He makes me want to try, but I worry that I’m broken beyond repair.

“There was already a big enough stigma attached to being a go-go dancer, but add being a webcam model to the mix and people tended to assume things about me.” ~ Kai

School, dance, cam, repeat. My life was on a constant loop as I struggled to keep my head above water. After seeing Zander in the crowd while I was dancing, I knew I had to meet the handsome stranger who took my breath away. I don’t know if I’m the right man to help set him free from his pain, but I’m going to do everything I can to try and help him see that the past doesn’t have to define his future.

*This is Book 3 of The Den Boys series, but can be read as a standalone. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and trigger warnings are listed in the book before the table of contents.

*This 74,000 word book is intended for an 18+ audience. It is a story of male/male romance and love. There are graphic depictions of man parts doing naughty and sexy things, so please be sure this is the kind of book for you before reading.

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The first thing I noticed when I woke up, was the slender and warm body in my arms.

Staying still while I slept wasn’t normal for me. It wasn’t unusual for me to start the night out by holding someone, basically Kaden until last night with Kai, and roll over onto my side of the bed at some point.

That hadn’t happened. We were still in the exact same place we’d been when we’d fallen asleep, and I had to admit that I loved it.

There was something comforting about waking up with someone. There was a feeling of companionship, and trust. There was no way in hell I could ever fall asleep with someone I didn’t trust because being asleep was the ultimate form of vulnerability for me. I could protect myself when I was awake, but asleep I was completely at someone else’s mercy.

The fact that I’d fallen asleep with Kai without a second thought was a bit alarming, but it was that I’d wanted to that was confusing the hell out of me.

As he’d been telling me his story about his mother and her illness, it had been on the tip of my tongue to blurt out my own demons. I’d wanted to share with him, to tell him something personal and have him know me, and know that I trusted him as much as he seemed to trust me.

Instead, I’d asked him to stay over.

I’d needed him, and not in a sexual way. I’d wanted to feel his body next to mine, to hold him close and listen to his breathing. I’d wanted him to feel safe as I pulled my own comfort from him. And that was fucking with my head.


Book One

Title: All In
Author: A.T. Brennan
Series: Den Boys #1
Release Date: July 11th 2017
Genre: MM Erotic Contemporary Romance


“I learned a long time ago that nothing is free, not even help.” ~ Blaze

Almost getting killed in a gay bashing should have been one of the worst moments of my life, but with everything I've been through, it was just another day, except for the gorgeous man who stepped in to save me. There is something about Galen that draws me in and makes me want know him, and the more time I spend with him, the more I feel free to be myself. Galen doesn't seem to know what he wants, but I'm a man who stays true to himself, and Galen seems to be someone worth taking a chance on.

"Then you happened and all you have to do is touch me and I lose myself." ~ Galen

I never thought I'd stumble on an attempted murder, but that's exactly what happened one night while I was trying to get home. After chasing away the assailants and helping the enigmatic young victim home I tried to put the incident out of my mind, but I couldn't get him out of my head. I might not have ever thought about being with a man before, but the more time I spend with Blaze, the more I learn about who I really am. Blaze has scars that run deep, but as he opens up to me I find myself questioning everything I thought I wanted, and wondering if I'm a good enough man to give him what he needs.

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Book Two
Title: Healing Him
Series: The Den Boys #2
Release Date: August 29th 2017
Genre: MMM Erotic Contemporary Romance


“I hated that I was like this, but after years of trying to work through it I was beginning to feel like I’d never be normal.” ~ Cody

Hiding the fact that I was in love with my best friend Isaac used to be the most complicated part of my day, until a chance meeting with a handsome stranger named Jonah sent my life into a tailspin. Scars from my past have stopped me from giving in to my desires for so long, but I’m done being afraid. I want both men. I just don’t know if I’ll be able to trust that anyone can love me.

“I knew it was a bit messed up, but there was no jealousy or envy when I thought of my men together.” ~ Isaac

I’ve loved Cody for as long as I’ve known him, but have always held back because of his past. Then I met Jonah and I knew there was no way I could choose between them. I want it all—the man I’ve loved for so long, and the one I’m quickly falling for. It’s not going to be easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is.

“I wanted to believe it was all true, but I couldn’t push aside the fear that I was just a distraction until the two of them got together.” ~ Jonah

After having my heart broken I never thought I’d find love again. I wasn’t looking for anything real, and then I met not one, but two men I can’t resist. Isaac and Cody are everything I ever wanted but didn’t know I could have. I want to believe the three of us can work, but a part of me can’t get past the fear that I’ll be the odd man out, again.

*This is Book 2 of The Den Boys series, but can be read as a standalone - no cliffhangers.

*This book is intended for an 18+ audience and is a story of male/male/male romance and love. There are graphic depictions of man parts doing naughty and sexy things, so please be sure this is the kind of book for you before reading.

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A.T. Brennan, who also writes under the name Mandie Mills, is a romance and erotica author. A native of Ottawa, Can ada, she enjoys picking up and moving from city to city every few years. A former member of the Canadian Armed Forces, current entrepreneur and freelance writer, she enjoys spending her days working on her many projects and her nights writing and not getting enough sleep. Currently she lives on Canada's East Coast with her family, both two- and four-legged. She enjoys collecting books and exploring the different sides of romance and romantic expression in her works.

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Monday, November 13, 2017

Gentleman's Holiday Ch Two #blogstory

A couple of weeks ago, I signed on to have a guest on Tuesday, so I have moved Gentleman's Holiday to today. Next week, the blog story will be back on Tuesdays. 

Like I said last week, I'm writing this story by the seat-of-my-pants and already I've made a change. I started the first chapter in first person POV. The story will continue here on out in 3rd person because I want to have a second POV. (I'll go back and fix the first chapter when I get time.) Enjoy!

Chapter Two – Normal is not supposed to be this hard.

Zane paced the cabin in utter boredom, feeling unsettled and embarrassed. For the last several months, five days a week he went to the pancake house for breakfast, finding that he enjoyed the atmosphere. He took his notebook with him and wrote down possible lyrics or music. A couple days ago, the waitress at the restaurant he frequented called him by name. Immediate and overwhelming panic had risen. He'd spooked, leaving without ordering and before he knew it he'd left the eatery and was driving home before he realized what he'd done. He couldn't run every time some called out to him. He truly wanted to be familiar with people in town, but the reality of it grated against the instincts that had kept him alive thus far. He felt like an idiot. If he wanted to remain invisible he would have moved to a large city. Routines got assassins killed, plain and simple. He had to keep reminding himself that normal people did have routines and he wanted to be normal.

Although he acknowledged these truths, he stayed on his mountainside, wallowing in humiliation, refusing to leave his cabin. This self-consciousness was new. This gawkiness had seemed to come out of nowhere. He didn't know how to handle the unfamiliar emotion. He knew fear, resolve, determination, lust, hate. He had survived some harrowing situations and come out surprisingly unscathed, at least physically. Surely he could get past his own awkwardness.

He loaded the dishwasher with last night's dishes before heading to the studio. But once he stood in the doorway, he didn't want to enter. For the first time in months he had no interest in writing down the words swirling through his mind. Which was a first since he moved in. So far, he'd written dozens of songs and sent them off to his manager, Ella Shuler, who in turn was able to sell most of them. He was surprised, he thought it would take more time, not that he was complaining. Although, when Ella suggested he come to the west coast to attend a couple of mixers he'd flat out refused. He had no desire to rub elbows with… with… he didn't know who in order to sell more songs. He wrote because he'd shown an aptitude for it when he was a kid and because he enjoyed it. He didn't need the money. He already had plenty, enough to last a life time or two, more if he invested well. He didn't need to meet people to further his career which his agent struggled to understand.

Frustrated, he turned his back on the room. He prowled the house like a dissatisfied cat looking for something to pounce on. Every room was immaculate, everything just so. One of the many habits he found increasingly hard to get rid of.

The cabin sat on just under two thousand acres. Some fifteen years ago, Zane had purchased Paddy Flat Summit Ranch with the first money he'd made on his own. At that time, calling it a ranch was being generous since there was nothing built on the property. No, it didn't come with a cowboy or twelve, more's the pity. Zane had designed then contracted this cabin to be built… which four thousand square feet of home made using 'cabin' a loose term. He'd meant this to be a safehouse, if and when he needed one, and hired a property manager to oversee the ranch, renting out the house during tourist season. Later, the property manager talked to Zane about hiring an outfitter to guide hunters during hunting seasons. Zane had agreed and two smaller cabins were built, one close by and a hunting cabin further up the mountainside. In addition, as a couple of barns to house the horses of guests were included. He had the roads grated and upgraded to allow for drainage instead of dealing with repairing the washouts during the rainy season. Right now, there were people on his property higher up and he never saw a soul, not even the outfitter who stayed on the property year around.

Usually Zane was comfortable with silence. But months living on the mountainside, of never moving out of sight of the cabin, had worn him down. The discomfort of staying in one place for such a long period of time caused him to feel as if his skin was on too tight, almost like he was wearing an ill-fitting suit. He'd started going into town on the weekdays. He hadn't realized how the activity filled his time or how much he enjoyed being around others until he'd grounded himself. At the moment, he would take a chat with a surly hunter over his own company.

He checked the weather. At around five thousand feet above sea level the temperature wasn't going to reach much higher than the mid-thirties. He needed to stock up the pantry and freezer because there would come a time that he would be snowed in and unable to make it into town. Grabbing a pad of paper, he went through the pantry and started making a grocery list. To be on the safe side, he estimated he'd need to at least have three month's supply of canned and dry goods. He moved to the walk-in freezer, an extravagance that hid a couple of secret rooms. He was a retired assassin, not in idiot. He didn't give up the tools of his trade just because he wanted to have a normal life. He would defend himself. The other room hidden by the freezer was the panic room. He hadn't managed to put in escape tunnels when the house was originally built. Since living there, he wondered if he should go ahead and have them dug. Always have a backup plan within a backup plan.

Zane grabbed a nine mil out of his stash and a holster that fit on the back of his belt under his heavy sweater before he left the walk-in. In the kitchen he checked the perimeter program before grabbing his grocery list and turning on the house alarm. In the three-car garage, there was only one vehicle, a blue Dodge Power Wagon. The other two stalls held equipment he would need to get through the winter. A snowmobile, a four-wheeler, and a snowplow along with other items he thought would be useful if stranded. So far, there was only about an inch of snow on the ground, nothing that would keep him from reaching the valley. He drove down the winding mountain road. He thought briefly about paving it, but he didn't want to encourage people. If he made the road decently passible, people's curiosity would get the better of them and they would drive up just to see where the blacktop stopped. A couple of teenagers had already ignored the private property signs as it was.

Zane snorted at the memory. Two thousand acres was a lot of land to keep track of. He had the police out after two boys wrecked their dirt bikes near his cabin. They were lucky he was close by. If they had been stranded in one of the more remote areas, they might not have made it out without more injuries, if they made it off the slopes at all. He didn't press charges for trespassing, but the officer did escort the kids home, letting their parents know what they had been up to.

In a resort town of just under four thousand permanent residents, it was inevitable people would come to know him. He didn't want to start out on the wrong foot with the locals. The community was close knit, and they looked out for each other. That was one of the reasons he'd chosen to live there, but at the same time that familiarity he craved terrified him.

When Zane finally pulled onto Highway 55, he headed north to McCall, and before long he pulled into the parking lot of the pancake house. He didn't think about what he was doing but took the steps up to the wrap around porch. The restaurant looked like a luxury cabin, and like most of the other buildings in town had so much stained wood you couldn't throw a rock without hitting it.

The hostess met him at the door, smiling broadly. "Good to see you again, Zane." His skin tightened, the flight instinct kicked in until Zane ruthlessly stomped it down. "You left of here so quickly last time. I hope everything is all right."

Zane stared into her concerned eyes. What kind of emergency did she think he had? It didn't matter. "Yes, everything is fine."

She looked as if she didn't believe him and he realized he was frowning. His face felt stiff as he made himself smile, which she returned before leading him to what he had considered his table by the front window. He could watch both the entrance and see the parking lot from this location. He almost asked for another table, indecision eating at his resolve to stay. The hostess was oblivious to his internal struggle, flipping over the coffee cup. He'd been there enough times the wait staff knew he always asked for coffee and water. An itch formed between his shoulder blades.

He made sure to smile at the waitress when she stopped to fill his cup. But then he frowned when he started to give her his usual order. "What would you suggest?" He hoped he wouldn't regret the question.

Her eyes brightened. "Oh! My favorite is the Mexi-Cani Omelet."

"I'll have one of those and a couple of buck wheat pancakes on the side."

"Gotcha," she chirped happily.

After she left, he took a quick look around the restaurant. It was midmorning and there were only a few tables occupied. One by an older man, Mr. Whitaker, the grandfather to one of the teen boys who'd he caught trespassing. Zane tipped his head in greeting. A woman in her mid-twenties sat against the back wall, a laptop open in front of her. He suspected she was there most days, all day. It didn't matter when he came in, she was at the same location with her head buried in the computer. There were several other familiar faces that he made himself acknowledge with head tips when they met his gaze. Even though he's told himself he wouldn't, Zane had done cursory background check on some… okay most of the people he saw regularly. He used to eat and breath caution. That didn't seem to be a habit that would go away anytime soon.

He sipped his coffee, black and bitter, frowning again. He's spent so many years trying not to have preferences that would single him out. He used to wonder what a latte tasted like. He'd only started drinking coffee since he settled. He drank it black because it was efficient. Would he like any of the flavored creamers in his morning joe? That was something to consider since his next stop was the grocery store.

Damn it. Normal wasn't supposed to be this hard.

Someone stopped next to his chair. "You are looking into that coffee cup like it's withholding secrets from you." The voice was deep and when Zane looked over his gaze was met with a huge rodeo buckle… and the bugle that sat right below wrapped in tight wrangles. He gazed up the lean body to meet warm brown eyes. "Are you Zane Cortese?"

He frowned, unease skittering over his skin. Zane reached for his spoon but gripped the butter knife. "Yes. You are?"

The cowboy grinned and held out his hand. "I am Alonzo Cardosa. Do you mind if I sit down? I don't want to take up too much of your time."

"Oh! Nice to finally meat you." Zane recognized the name. He was the outfitter. When Zane had originally purchased the land under a different name, one of the things he had approved was a contract with a guide who'd escort hunters during the different hunting seasons. When he bought the property under his new alias part of the agreement was to take on the five-year contract with Alonzo. Zane hadn't seen him since moving into the cabin. He bit back a smile. He had a cowboy. Well, not technically since Alonzo wasn't in his bed but… He dragged his gaze away from Alonzo's dark rugged face and cleared his throat, waving at the chair across the table. "Have a seat. Eat with me. The season is almost over. What are your plans for the rest of the year?"

Alonzo stared down at Zane with a blank expression. Was he slipping so bad that Alonzo could read his thoughts? Fuck! When was the last time he got laid? Oh God, he couldn't remember.

The outfitter removed his heavy shearling coat, hanging it over the back of the chair before sitting across from Zane. "That is what I wanted to talk to you about. I'll be closing up the hunting cabin right before Thanksgiving. In the past, I have rented either the main house or the lower cabin for a couple of months. The property manager only asked that I let him know which one so he could send me a short-term lease."

Zane waved to the waitress and motioned to Alonzo. He swallowed thickly, catching a pleasant, masculine scent coming from Alonzo. When he'd chosen to live in Valley County, he hadn't taken into consideration the lack of sexual partners. He'd learned to live without needing sex, for the most part. Not that he was asexual. Having sex meant making himself vulnerable to another person, and that he couldn't abide by. He liked sex, enjoyed the feel of someone else's skin next to his when he allowed himself to indulge. And now that he was thinking about sex, he really wanted to have some but had no intentions with sleeping with a local. He wasn't interested in a relationship outside the bedroom. He would have to take a trip to Boise or perhaps the Twin Cities to scratch that itch. The thought cooled his blood.

When he turned back, Alonzo was regarding him in a curious manner. "What?"

"You are not… as I imagined." Alonzo's eye lashes were thick and the same jet-black color as his hair. Looking at Alonzo wasn't helping him to keep his thoughts in check. Those full lips looked soft.

"As in?" Zane rasped after the waitress poured Alonzo a cup of coffee and took Alonzo's order.

"You dropped a lot of money on that property. People who can do that aren't…" Zane didn't need him to finish. He knew what Alonzo meant. He didn't fit the mold of someone who had a couple of million dollars to throw around. Alonzo frowned down into his coffee, pursing his lips together. "My madre would smack me for being rude and for making assumptions. I apologize."

When did he become fascinated with lips? Zane gulped the scalding coffee and swore, grabbing the complimentary glass of ice water. What was wrong with him? "I'm not offended, but your apology is accepted."

Zane was given a reprieve from conversation when a couple of people stopped by to say hello to Alonzo, inviting him to dinner. Zane watched the interaction, smiling on queue and shaking hands when Alonzo introduced him.

The waitress brought out both of the meals at the same time. Zane wolfed down his buckwheat pancakes, foregoing the maple syrup. He gave a sheepish grin when he glanced up and caught Alonzo staring at him. "So you want to lease the lower cabin?"

"If it's still open, yeah. Should have said something when you bought the ranch but wasn't thinking ahead at the time." Alonzo carefully cut into his steak and eggs, smearing everything with catsup before taking a bite.

Zane's pants were suddenly uncomfortable. "It's yours. I'll stop by the property manager's office and get a copy of the old lease before I go grocery shopping. Do you want me to pick you up…" Alonzo glanced up from his plate and gave Zane a slow smile. "Something… uhm… pick you up something from the store… for the hunters… in the cabin." Was that smile an invitation? Or was he laughing at Zane's sudden awkwardness? Perhaps a trip to Twin Cities was called for, especially if he couldn't keep from reading things into Alonzo's expressions.

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Saturday, November 11, 2017

What is on the Reading Radar? #WishList #TBR

What am I doing? Splitting my time between Bespoken, Constant, and the weekly flash fiction (I should probably just call it a blog story) A Gentleman's Holiday (Posted on Tuesdays). 

I'm a bit behind with Gent's story because I'm writing by the seat of my pants and had to do some quick research on Idaho that turned out not so quick. I wanted him in the mountains but while writing chapter two a ton of  things changed by the time I got near the end. I have to rewrite the first three quarters of that chapter. Since the blog story is written on my time off (I give up reading and social time to write that side story), I only have a couple of hours a day to work on it. I made the mistake in thinking it would be quick so I didn't start on it until Thursday. I spent all day Friday working out the fixes and I'm working through the fourth revision so I finish writing the end of this chapter. The little kid in the back of my head keeps saying, "Are you done yet?" If only. LOL!

Title: The Storm Lords
Author(s): Ravon Silvius
Length: 263 pages
Publisher: DSP Publications (August 8, 2017)

Genre: Romance / Gay / Dark Fantasy /


Blurb: The heat took everything from Rowen: his parents, his voice when the local cure for heatstroke poisoned him, and the trust of his fellow villagers, who branded him a water thief. It would have claimed his life when he was deemed unworthy of precious resources and left in the sun to die, had not a strange man named Kristoff ridden in on the wind and told Rowen he had power.

Rowen works hard to become a Storm Lord, one of a secret magical group that brings storms to break the heat waves overtaking their world. But Rowen is starting his training at a disadvantage since he cannot speak and is much older than the other novices. The desire to please Kristoff inspires him to persevere even more than the threat of being sent back to his village to die should he fail. Still, he cannot gather rain, and when his abilities manifest, they are unlike anything known to the Storm Lords. Unless Kristoff can help him control his deadly powers, the entire world will be in danger.

Kristoff might be among the mightiest of the Storm Lords, but he’s never been a mentor before. For a chance to be with Rowen, he’s willing to risk everything.

Title: Welcome to Crash
Author(s): Lina Langley
Length: 226 pages
Publisher: DSP Publications (September 12, 2017)

Genre: Romantic Elements / Gay / Time Travel / Science Fiction /


Blurb: At first, Damien feels lucky to land a job at an influential art studio, but it soon becomes obvious that something’s not right. His gorgeous boss, John, is interested, and he’d be the perfect man for Damien—if Damien wasn’t already in a relationship. It isn’t long before Damien is at the center of a love triangle, forced to choose between hot, punk John and his secret affair with his professor, Levi. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg, because something impossible is happening to Damien—and it’s having a drastic effect on his health as well as his perception of reality.

Each time Damien goes to work, things grow more bizarre, starting with Sam—an artist who has been dead for years and now somehow… isn’t. Damien’s unusual circumstances also free him from the restrictions of monogamy—or so he thinks. Levi, who cannot believe Damien’s claims, fears for his sanity. John also has strong doubts when Damien reveals knowledge of a catastrophic event looming in John’s future. Whether the men he loves believe his wild claims or not, neither can deny Damien is languishing, and if they cannot save him, he’ll be lost. More importantly, they must convince Damien to save himself.

Title: Protecting Elliot
Series: (The Protectors)
Author(s): Sloane Kennedy
Length: 108 pages

Genre: Romance / Gay / Contemporary / Bodyguards & Mercenaries / 

Notes: Can be read as a standalone

Blurb: Protecting him was just to supposed to be another job. Until it wasn't.

Two years after surviving a brutal attack from members of his own unit, former Special Forces soldier Cruz de la Vega has found new purpose working for an underground vigilante group that offers justice when the law can't. When he's assigned to figure out who attacked a local gay rights activist, Cruz expects it to be just another job.

But when it comes to protecting Elliot Wittier, he soon learns that the last thing he wants is for the intriguing young man to be just another job.

At twenty-five years old, Elliot Wittier is well on his way to having the perfect life. As the head of a hugely successful investment firm and the founder of a prominent foundation, he should be on top of the world.

But looks can be deceiving and Elliot knows how to play the game. With the fear of failing the two most important people in his life always at the forefront of his mind, Elliot keeps an iron-grip on the control that has served him so well in the past. But when a violent attack leaves him vulnerable, Elliot's carefully constructed world starts to fracture. As he struggles to keep the threat under wraps, he's thrown off guard when a gorgeous stranger takes an interest in him at a Halloween themed benefit. Throwing caution to the wind, Elliot decides to allow himself the freedom that being with the enigmatic Cruz de la Vega brings for just one night.

But what happens when one night isn't enough? Or when the past catches up with the present? Can what two men found in each other in just twenty-four hours really last a lifetime?

***Although it features several characters from my other books and is part of the "Protectors" world, Protecting Elliot is a stand-alone novella that can serve as a great way to get a feel for the Protectors/Barretti/Finding universe I've created. In regards to the timeline of events, Protecting Elliot occurs after Book 9 in my Protectors series, but it is not necessary to read any other books to enjoy this novella. I've specifically written this book to give new readers a chance to meet my guys and for loyal fans to check in with old favorites while still meeting a new couple.***

Title: Evensong's Heir
Series: (Songbirds of Valnon Book 1)
Author(s): L.S. Baird
Length: 348 pages

Genre: Romantic Elements / Gay / Epic Fantasy / 

Notes: I'm on the fence about putting this on my wish list but I read a review that made me rethink my reticence. 

Blurb: In Valnon, the price of a song is more than most men can pay. 

For centuries in the Temple of Valnon, young men have paid a tremendous price to be chosen as Songbirds. Every twelve years, a new Lark and Thrush are castrated for their heavenly voices, but few men have ever been capable of claiming the title of Dove: the holy avatar of Saint Alveron himself. In the six hundred years since the Temple's founding, Willim is only the third to buy the Evensong with his blood. A virtual prisoner of the Temple for the duration of his term, Willim pays little heed to anything but his duty to sing for Valnon. That all changes with the murder of the Songbirds' loyal bodyguard and Willim's rescue by Nicholas Grayson, a sell-sword who brings whispers of Temple scandal and ancient prophecy in his wake.

Plagued by ghosts and nightmares, betrayed by a fellow Temple Bird and forced into exile, Willim struggles to unravel the tangled history of his title in the hopes of understanding what it truly means to be Valnon's Dove. With his friends scattered and Valnon poised on the brink of war, Willim's only hope lies in summoning the ancient power of his saint: to Sing Down from Heaven a music that can fell an army in its tracks, or wipe a city from the surface of the earth. But the song of Saint Alveron is as unpredictable as it is powerful. Whether Willim's Song will bring salvation for his city or the destruction of everything he holds dear, only Heaven knows.

Title: Runebinder
Author(s): Alex R. Kahler
Length: 400 pages
Publisher: Harlequin Teen (November 1, 2017)

Genre: Dark Fantasy / Gay / Non-Romantic / 


Blurb: When magic returned to the world, it could have saved humanity, but greed and thirst for power caused mankind’s downfall instead. Now once-human monsters called Howls prowl abandoned streets, their hunger guided by corrupt necromancers and the all-powerful Kin. Only Hunters have the power to fight back in the unending war, using the same magic that ended civilization in the first place.
But they are losing.

Tenn is a Hunter, resigned to fight even though hope is nearly lost. When he is singled out by a seductive Kin named Tom‡s and the enigmatic Hunter Jarrett, Tenn realizes he’s become a pawn in a bigger game. One that could turn the tides of war. But if his mutinous magic and wayward heart get in the way, his power might not be used in favor of mankind.

If Tenn fails to play his part, it could cost him his friends, his life…and the entire world.

Title: Her Demon Harem
Series: (The Succubus Chronicles)
Author(s): Savannah Skye
Length: 197 pages

Genre: Romance / Urban Fantasy / Magic / Demons / MFMMM / 


Blurb: When librarian Stevie Price goes out with some friends on New Year's Eve, she never expects to come home on the back of a motorcycle with four sexy demons who claim they're her new protectors. And she DEFINITELY doesn't expect to be hunted by a crazed she-devil named Luci who wants her dead. But she's not going down without a fight. Now, if she can just stop herself from falling in love with Damon, Lachlan, Matteo AND Rex? Maybe she's got a chance in hell of surviving this mess...

WARNING: This is book one in a two book series and ends in a cliffhanger to be resolved in Her Demon Harem, Book Two, due out October, 2017 and available for pre-order now!

Title: Grave Mistake
Series: (Codex Blair Book 1)
Author(s): Izzy Shows
Length: 335 pages
Publisher: Tír na nÓg Press (January 24, 2017)

Genre: Urban Fantasy / Magic / Shifters / Vampires / 


Blurb: I am Blair Sheach. Screw up. Outcast. Wizard.

My life will never be the same. Let's just say, new found powers do not a hero make, and I've never been an exception. It was supposed to be a simple case: find the client's deadbeat, cheating husband, collect money, and finally pay my rent. Turns out the wanker is a necromancer hell bent on destroying London. Turns out necromancers are only part of the problem in a city infested by vampires and demons. And magic cops aren't any better at cleaning them up than mundane ones. Then there's me, I'm no one special. Just the last line of defense.

I'm out of luck and out of time. And to save my city, the decision I have to make is one I can't take back.

Title: The Silver Dragon's Mate
Series: (The Dragons of Yosemite Valley Book 2)
Author(s): Genna Donaghy
Length: 133 pages

Genre: Romance / Paranormal / Dragons / Gay /


Blurb: A year ago, Kai was a kidnapped slave to a pushy, hot-as-fire dragon. Today, he’s Sebastian’s lover, and on as equal terms as a human and a dragon can be. 

But all is not well within the dragon community hidden in Yosemite Valley. The dragon King and Queen have developed a taste for human flesh, and if Kai’s not careful he could find himself on the menu.

When Kai risks his life to save a friend, he is banished back to the human world. Can he and Sebastian find their way back to one another and stop a brewing dragon civil war?

The Silver Dragon's Mate is a 32,000 novel and is the conclusion to the Dragons of Yosemite Valley story.

Title: Strictly Incubusiness
Author(s): Vanessa Mulberry
Length: 125 pages

Genre: Fantasy / Comedy / Demon / Bounty Hunter / Gay / 


Blurb: Incubi need sex to live but Kai’s been keeping himself hungry. He’s not one of those Fuck You to Death demons; he’s a decent guy who helps out at the Magical Animal Shelter and makes sure humans enjoy his body in moderation. He never expected to be arrested for a murder he didn’t commit, and away from his brothel for a few days, he soon finds himself starving. It doesn’t help that the bounty hunter who picked him up is an immortal, and a gorgeous one at that.

Tynan of the Mount is well aware that the incubus he arrested looks at him like he’s an all-you-can-eat buffet, but he wrote the Bounty Hunter Guild’s code of ethics and he’s not about to sleep with an acquisition, no matter how much they both want it. He needs to focus on work and get Kai into court without other Guild members trying to get a piece of the large reward on offer for his capture.

But Tynan believes in justice and when he discovers Kai is innocent he has to make a choice between Kai’s freedom and his own job. Can he guarantee a fair trial? Can he allow himself to feed Kai some of his unlimited life force through the medium of sex? And can he stop being a grumpy bastard for long enough to develop feelings for the handsome incubus?

Strictly Incubusiness is a stand-alone Fantasy MM Romance that enjoys long walks through the forest and role-playing as a light comedy at the weekends.

Title: Cutie and the Beast
Series: (Fae Out of Water Book 1)
Author(s): E. J. Russell
Length: 273 pages
Publisher: Riptide Publishing (July 22, 2017)

Genre: Romance / Gay / Faerie / Urban Fantasy / Paranormal / 


Blurb: Book one in the new Fae Out of Water series

Temp worker David Evans has been dreaming of Dr. Alun Kendrick ever since that one transcription job for him, because holy cats, that voice. Swoon. So when his agency offers him a position as Dr. Kendrick’s temporary office manager, David neglects to mention that he’s been permanently banished from offices. Because, forgiveness? Way easier than permission.

Alun Kendrick, former Queen’s Champion of Faerie’s Seelie Court, takes his job as a psychologist for Portland’s supernatural population extremely seriously. Secrecy is paramount: no non-supe can know of their existence. So when a gods-bedamned human shows up to replace his office manager, he intends to send the man packing. It shouldn’t be difficult — in the two hundred years since he was cursed, no human has ever failed to run screaming from his hideous face.

But cheeky David isn’t intimidated, and despite himself, Alun is drawn to David in a way that can only spell disaster: when fae consort with humans, it never ends well. And if the human has secrets of his own? The disaster might be greater than either of them could ever imagine.

Word count: 76,300; page count: 303

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Thursday, November 9, 2017

#PactDays :Chocó #ValespianPact

Welcome to Thursday's Pact Days! Today, we have the Chocó. This is a short one since the Chocó are extinct. They were a part of the first Alpha/Zeta Trines and perished in the Anthro War.

A couple of side notes: I'm placing these in alphabetical order so I won't unintentionally place importance on any specie. I will leave off information on the species that will spoil future books. My standard sheet has the same categories for all species. So there will be blank categories just because that species didn't need them.


Species: Chocó
Planet: Shillon
Other races on the planet: Kankui
Planetary Terrain: Jungles, rivers, lakes, oceans, some minor mountain ranges
Capitol: Katio
Country: Atrato, Wuanana
Patron Ryo Pardeep:

Description: (This is a new addition. I will probably add things about this people as time goes on.)

They were polyamorous family groups.

The villages around the river tributaries built their buildings on stilts. The rivers flooded twice a year. The buildings were connected by swaying wood and rope bridges that are used during the months of flooding.

Both males and females wore knee length skirts (or loin cloths) and no tops. Unless they go into the city. They are very fond of necklaces and bangles, wearing as many as they can, each having a different meaning.

Offworlders were only allowed access to the main metro areas and not welcomed outside the boundaries of the urban areas.

Shamanic healthcare professionals.

The Choco are extinct. At the beginning of the Anthro War, they were taken from their homeworld by the V'Saar.

Common Occupation: Fruit Farmers, Traders, Hunters
Government Systems: Matrilineal; Local: Tribal Cacique (chief); Country: Collective of Leaders
Current Leader: n/a
Council of Neighn of Member: n/a

Allies: n/a

Star System: Arthro Galaxy

Other planets occupied by species: n/a

Military Leader: n/a
Cultural names and terms specific to species:

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Gentleman's Holiday Ch One #blogstory

Hey! So I was pushing around some flash fiction ideas for The Valespian Pact but I really wanted to write a holiday-ish story. Considering my stories around holidays aren't typical, I don't write many. This is a contemporary story and will probably be a smutfest in a few places. I'm writing for fun and nothing else. I'm also writing it by the seat of my pants so only God  knows where it is going to go because I only have the most vaguest of ideas. 

With that said, let's see where this goes!

Gentleman's Holiday

Chapter One – Retirement

Kief. Lance. Locke. Gage. Garrett.

Choosing a new name took more time than I thought it would. As a contract killer, I never expected I would be able to retire. People like me usually were retired by someone else, permanently. But here I was, contemplating a new name to go along with my new identity, one that I hoped I could keep for the rest of my life. Foolishly hopeful, I guessed, considering my blood-tinged past.

At the age of nine, my uncle killed my father and took over my mother's welfare, fortune and all, sending me overseas to a boarding school. Except there was no boarding school, only one old assassin who owed my uncle a favor. For the next several years, I was taught how kill quickly, efficiently, and anonymously. I became the Gentleman, Gent for short, the dog my uncle sent after those who barred his path to what he wanted. Almost a year ago, I orchestrated the downfall of my uncle and his empire, as well as arranging my own death.

Who I had once been was now gone and buried. In truth, my mother's son had died all those years ago when he was put on a plane to Europe. Now with my uncle and those connected to him serving prison time, I disappeared. I had identities stashed all over the United States in case I needed to run, but for the first time since my family had been torn apart I was free. Or as free as I could be because there was always a chance that I would eventually be found.

Cooper. Deane. Quade. Hunter… no.

So I sat in my little cabin in the mountains, sipping a cup of coffee as I looked out over the road leading to my house, and contemplated a name. For years I worked hard to blend in with the crowds, to stand out only to misdirect whoever watched. Being recognizable, distinguished, brought death so I avoided being set apart all my life. It helped that everything about my appearance was average, forgettable. But I wanted a name that could be everything that I wasn't. My new chosen profession almost demanded it. As soon as I made a decision and sent the email, I would have a legitimate identity.

Trey. Zane. Shane. Slade. Stone. Wade. Wyatt. Jasper.

Frustratingly, I couldn't choose and it wasn't like I could call a friend for advice. People like me didn't have friends. I didn't even have acquaintances because I couldn't allow anyone to get close for any reason. Especially since I had always planned on disappearing. No one to leave behind and no one to identify me. "Always have an exit plan," my mentor had once told me. "And expect it be bloody." As for the people in my uncle's employ who'd seen me from time to time, the majority of them were dead. I cleaned house as my uncle's empire fell. Heart attacks, car accidents, gang related shootings, robbery, and some just disappeared. From the day my uncle tore me from my life and family, it had always been them against me. There could not have been no other outcome if I wanted to be free.

Surnames? Autry. Roarke. Snow. Cortese. Cassy. Rayner. Trigg.

Placing the coffee mug in the sink, I left the kitchen to the back hall that lead to my studio. Sound proofing foam covered all four walls. Instruments of every kind were tucked into their stands and cases. The notes on my most recent idea was strewn across the surface of the grand piano. As soon as I chose a name then I could submit my finished work to an agent. I didn't think about the absurdity of a retired assassin becoming a song writer. I had tested the waters of the song business a couple of years ago under a different ID and the results were promising. Besides, even though I could have a name that would shine, I could still hide in the shadows, writing songs here without needing to bring people into my life. So easy to disappear that way.

Trevor. Emery. Cody. Sealey. Fahey. Revell. Chance. Seldon. Whittaker. Sutherland.

I opened my laptop, going to the site on the dark net that I knew well. As soon as I chose a name I would have my new identity in about twenty-four hours. I thought I had it and used a sheet of paper to write the name several times. Smiling, I typed the name into the boxes provided and transferred the requested amount for payment.

Hello, Zane Snow Cortese.

Unexpectedly, when I hit submit, a slice of terror shot through me. What was I doing? I had to be delusional to think that I could walk away from being an assassin. There weren't happy-ever-afters for people like me. The sensation of the walls closing in caused my heart to skip a beat or four. I surged to my feet, the urge to snatch my grab-bag on the way out the door was almost overwhelming. I was going to get myself killed over a pipe dream. Putting down roots, no matter how shallow could be the end of me.

Instead of leaving, I sat at the piano and played one exercise after another until my heart no longer raced and my breathing slowed. I was tired of running. Exhausted with hiding, I had a chance to be normal for once. I wasn't going to talk myself out of the possibility of having a life, a real life. One where people in town saw me and said hello. One where I could have a date that didn't involve a mark.

I would learn how to live.

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