Friday, March 24, 2017

She Belongs to Them Both by Sedonia Guillone Review

Synopsis - She Belongs to Them Both by Sedonia Guillone

Two werewolves are her chosen mates for life!
Since he was bitten three years ago on the plains of Tibet, Jie Sing has fought back the ravening beast inside him. His attempts are unsuccessful until the stars lead him to the woman destined to be his mate, half a world away in Boston’s Chinatown. Fighting a deadly rival to keep her, Jie finds that in Megan’s arms, their passion keeps the beast at bay. Then Jie receives an urgent call summoning him back to China. Jie’s ex-wife in Beijing has accused Jie of attacking her in the street and had him arrested. But that’s impossible, seeing as he’s in America with Meg! Who is this “twin”—and why does Meg need to make love to both of them?
Publisher’s note: This book was previously published at Ellora’s Cave Publishing under the title, Kiss of the Werewolves.

She Belongs to Them Both by Sedonia Guillone

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I loved the premise of this book: separating the man from the wolf, Jie and Shao. In fact, this is the first story where I see the two of them separated for real. The process of how this happened remains a bit of a mystery, to me anyway, as the reason presented pushes the boundary of the suspension of disbelief to the breaking point.

The characters seemed bi-dimensional in an almost ideal world. The conflict seemed forced, especially in the case of the Russian werewolves. While I do understand the need of a conflict, the story arc of the Russians is unnecessary and completely unrelated to the story. I have absolutely no idea why Ivan is being introduced to begin with (unless he will be a main character in a future book, but even so, his presence here is filler).

What I found really disappointing was the insta-love relationship between Meg and Jie, or Meg and Shao, which was not explained in any way, not even as an werewolf thing. The relationship between them is sweet, the dialogues perfectly suited to the ideal world of the manga setting Sedonia has created.

It is obvious that Sedonia has done her research in the aspects of the different cultures depicted, so points for that. I liked the map reading elements inserted. The writing is fluent and easy to follow.

If you’re looking a sweet, easy romance, than this is for you.  


Only then did she become aware again of their surroundings. The motors hummed and vibrated through the small space, reminding her they were in the plane lavatory. She couldn’t help smiling to herself. Before Jie, something this wonderful, this erotic would never have happened to her.

Finally, when they were rested, they maneuvered in the tiny space, worked around each other to do up their clothing. Once dressed, Jie took her in his arms again and nuzzled her hair. “Now,” he said softly, “we should both try to get some sleep.” His hand slipped into her hair, cradling her head. “As soon as we get to the hotel and settle in, I have to contact Su Lin.”

Meg sighed. “I know.” She wished she could just enjoy the languorous aftermath of their lovemaking without the specter of meeting Jie’s ex-wife hovering. She was tempted to ask Jie to just let it go, not to bother defending himself. But she knew how guilty he felt and how important it was that he was cleared of Su Lin’s accusation.

She let her thoughts wander to the stranger whom Su Lin thought was Jie. A strange tingle shimmered down her spine. Who was this man who looked so much like Jie that Su Lin thought he was her ex-husband? As a woman, she felt she would know Jie anywhere, even if he’d changed physically and she hadn’t seen him in a long time. She had taken Jie into her body and heart. He was imprinted on her very soul, as no doubt, he was on Su Lin’s. That thought made jealousy simmer deep in her gut, relieved only by Jie’s tender adoration.

Jealousy aside, the truth remained. There was something strange going on—though it couldn’t possibly be more bizarre than the fact that the man she loved changed from a man into a wolf-like beast at every full moon. They would obviously have to see this mysterious stranger and Jie would need to identify him while they were in Beijing in order to prove to Su Lin and to the authorities that he had been in the United States at the time of the stranger’s arrest.

“What are you thinking, Meg?” Jie’s gentle tenor cut through her musings.

She looked at him. Guilt snaked through her for all her private thoughts. She searched her heart for the words she really wanted to say. Now was no time to express fear and jealousy. “I was thinking how much I want everything to work out.”

He rested his hands on her shoulders and nodded. “Me too,” he murmured.

Jie left the lavatory first and she followed him after washing her face and smoothing and repinning her mussed hair. Then she went out and took her seat next to Jie, trying to get some rest with her hand laced in his.


Prize: $10 Amazon Gift Card

About the Author

Award-winning, multi-published author of erotic romance, SEDONIA GUILLONE spends her days writing deliciously naughty romances—when she’s not cuddling with the man she loves or watching kung fu and samurai films and eating chocolate.
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Saturday, February 18, 2017

Release Day Blitz and Review – You Had Me at Hero by Michael P. Thomas

You Had Me at Hero by Michael P. Thomas
Title: You Had Me at Hero
Author: Michael P. Thomas
Genre: Gay Romance, Contemporary, Interracial
Length: Novella
Publisher: JMS Books


When seventeen-year-old Mark Potts fell from a balcony, he lost both the use of his legs and any faith in heroes. Now twenty-nine, he’s long-since come to terms with his injury. His job provides more opportunities for eye-rolling than for riding to anybody’s rescue, but with two kids to bring up, he barely has time for his husband, much less for heroics. Besides, Starr Bradford is a policeman — how many heroes does one family need?
Mark and Starr love each other madly, but stress management is a load-bearing pillar of their happiness. When Mark’s coping skills fail him at exactly the wrong moment, he’s left hanging by a thread of words he should’ve kept in his mouth. He has the power to repair their relationship, but when Starr’s workday suddenly goes south, will he get to wield it? Keeping it together long enough to find out is a job worthy of any superhero!
You Had Me at Hero by Michael P. Thomas

Review: 3.5 stars
A very sweet novella, told from Mark’s POV. I would have love to get a better insight into his husband, Starr, though the story is entertaining without it too. The chemistry between them is obvious throughout the book. While there isn’t much in the terms of plot, I loved the insights into the dispatch work and the mixed race marriages’ problems. I hope to see more of Mark and Starr in the future.  

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The 911 call center was tucked into a park in the middle of town. Mark and Starr lived in a neighborhood of post-World War II brick ranch houses east of the park, barely a five-minute drive at three in the morning. Even after being corralled by Coretta, Mark was out of his clothes, out of his chair, and into the bed by three-thirty, with his arms around his husband at three-thirty and about two seconds. Geeze but it felt good to cuddle up next to Starr. Any trace of a world that might exist outside their bed fizzled away as soon as they were in it together. Even if he tried, which he had long given up doing, he couldn’t focus on a worry, couldn’t retain the residue from even the most stressful call. With Starr in his arms, there was no room left for fear, no way to also hold on to doubt. With Starr in a patrol car and two sons careening through life in America while being black, these things were easy enough to find during the day, but in the quiet dark, Starr’s body throwing heat like rocks in a sauna, Mark’s defenses—which Starr assured him were more finely tuned than most people’s—melted away.
When Starr rolled over with the whoosh of a contented sigh to take Mark in his own arms, Mark knew he was safe. He knew he was loved. And when his hand followed a hunch along the ridge of Starr’s muscled belly, he knew he was desired. He took a great handful of Starr’s warm, heavy balls and watched a sleepy grin spread across his face.
This mumbled verification always made Mark laugh. As opposed to…? “No. It’s a jewel thief,” he said, gathering Starr’s balls and giving his sac a tug. “I just struck it rich.”
The grin grew and Starr rolled onto his back. “Take whatever you want, just please don’t hurt me.”
“We’ll see.”


Prize: $20 Amazon Gift Card

About the author

Michael P. Thomas is a flight attendant whose writing is continually inspired by his work with the flying public, who flatly refuse to be boring. The author of three novel-length gay romances and a number of romantic and erotic shorts, he writes gay fiction because when he was coming out he sure was glad to have it to read. After misspending his youth in San Francisco, he now lives in his native Colorado with his husband.
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Sunday, December 25, 2016

Sunday Excerpt

Funny how real life manages to interfere with my writing and my posting time. This Sunday Excerpt was supposed to happen weekly, but it has turned to bi-monthly or even less. Granted, the last 3 month were easier and now I'm finally, finally, getting my kitchen done, and my place is a mess. But what had threw me the most was a pregnancy and its loss. I was so tired during that those 9 weeks and I slept so much during that time, I barely had time to do anything else. Then I lost the baby and I was still tired and not feeling good. Needless to say, I didn't write during this time. But I will now, because I miss it and I need it back.

I'm not making plans for next year, but I will say this: I will succeed. I will write more, publish more and I will be one or several steps closer to the dream of being a full time writer. In the meanwhile, here is a short excerpt of my current WIP, Dom for hire (working title).

The handle felt heavy in Wes’s hand. Too heavy. He looked at the tool he had used countless of times before and not finding anything different about it. Yet, the handle was too hard, too uncomfortable to his palm. He watched his fingers tightening around it grip like he had never seen that before. And all the while, the grip remained too loose and unbalanced.
What was wrong with him? Connor, that was what it wrong with him.

The sub in front him fidgeted, reminding him how long he had been standing in silence. 

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Blog Tour and review - Jingle Spell by Chris Ethan

Synopsis Review: 5 Stars

A very sweet Christmas story. The chemistry between Davey and Avery is clear from the beginning, and I rooted for them the entire time. Davey has a bad relationship track record and nearly swears off men. Until he meets Avery. Freshly moved into town, Avery brings out the best in Davey and gives him back the hope in a lasting relationship. The story is written from Davey's point of view, but Avery's input, especially at certain times, would have made the book even more engrossing.
All through it, I had the feeling that the writing is very personal to the author, like he was putting on paper his own story.  

It’s the most horrible time of the year.
Smooches under mistletoes and tacky reindeer decorations.
Newly single, Davey has had enough of wasting his love and having his heart broken. Better to be single, he decides. No more dates. No more falling in love. No more dreaming of happy ever afters. Those are for movies.
He’s resolute.
And then Avery steps into his life, bringing care, compassion, and tenderness in his path.
Davey’s so tempted to hope again. But can an online date and a brief encounter turn into anything other than an ephemeral sexual encounter?
Is there a future for them? Will Avery stay? And most importantly, can Davey bear to offer up his heart to the season’s love—just one more time?

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Prize: A Christmas Hamper filled with goodies including a $5 Amazon gift card.

About the Author

Chris Ethan is a book whore. He enjoys selling his feelings for money and other pleasures and is blatantly unashamed to do so for as long as he breathes. Chris Ethan is also a persona for Rhys Christopher Ethan, author of fantasy and sci-fi. He uses Chris Ethan to share stories of adult queer romance with those who need it. Before you delve into his books however, be warned. He likes putting his characters through shitstorms and hates anything conventional. But then there’s that darned happy-ever-after. Also, he likes swearing. Deal with it!
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Sunday, November 27, 2016

Excerpt Sunday - Daring Adam (MMM) Taking Chances book 1

Darien brushed his fingers over Zephyr’s cheek before tangling it in the man’s hair and pulling him closer, bringing their mouths together. The incubus’s lips opened under his and their tongues touched. Zephyr moaned and sucked on the vampire’s tongue, asking for more, and Darien gave it to him. He tasted, nibbled, teased, until he had the incubus melt in his arms. Only then did he pull back.
“You’ve said something about a break?”
“Hmm. Yes.” The incubus jumped back and threw the towel he had tucked in his waistband back on the bar.
“Jules, I’m taking my ten,” Zephyr shot over his shoulder to the redhead that worked the other side of the bar, before skirting round the counter, grabbing the vampire’s hand, and dragging him to his office.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Darien had him pinned against the wall, their mouths locked together in a savage kiss. His hands flew to the incubus’s fly and had the buttons open in no time. He sneaked one in and rubbed the fat cock inside, groaning. Damn, the little sprite wasn’t wearing any underwear. The vampire brushed his lips over his lover’s throat and Zephyr’s head lolled backwards, eyes closed. 
Darien’s mouth found one of the incubus’s nipples and latched onto it, tongue teasing the ring attached to it. Zephyr moaned, and his hands tangled in the vampire’s hair, gently urging his head lower down his body. Heeding the silent request, Darien dropped to his knees. He latched his hands under the waistband of his lover’s pants and, with a powerful tug, had them around Zephyr’s ankles. They’d been intimate for so long, Darien knew exactly what his lover liked. He placed his hands on the incubus’s ass cheeks to keep him steady as he sank down onto the dick in front of him, taking it to the root in one swift motion. Zephyr’s hand tightened in the vampire’s hair and his back arched, trying to push his cock deeper in the wet heat enveloping it.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Sunday Excerpt

And oldie but a goodie: Perfect Timing

In spite of the carefree face he was showing the world, Valentin Alekseev felt bone tired. Cold and hurting, but above all tired. Too many nights out in the rain, each of them a year’s worth of pain and misery. The exhaustion, the blood loss, and the hunger had taken their toll on him and he was already running on fumes, his strength and will to live almost gone. He was still fleeing, still fighting for his life, but the moment when he would no longer care what happened to him was closing in.
So many towns and faces had passed before his eyes in the last few weeks, he’d lost track of them. They all mingled, becoming but a blur in his mind. None of them mattered anyway. Humans, all weak and fragile and oh-so-shallow, nothing more than a meal or a quick fuck, simply means to pass the long hours of eternity.
Once, he would have taken his time indulging in all the pleasures mankind had to offer. Vice, in all its sizes and shapes, was no stranger to him, and while his tastes leaned toward pretty boys with tight asses, in his three hundred years he learned to take pleasure everywhere.

Yuri Sergheev, his sire, had taught him well. He’d given him eternity. He showed him the beauty of the night and introduced him to the joy of the hunt. In the hands of Yuri, he had learned the ways of their world, how to conduct himself in order to survive, how to give pain and pleasure and how to revel in them. He’d been his sire, his mentor, his lifeline for so long. And now Yuri was gone and Valentin was alone, running for his life.

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Excerpt Sunday - Behind the Mask (Tangled Bonds book 2)

"I think we have a problem."
My stomach tightened to knots. My mind blanked. No. I couldn't do this.
"There's someone here to see you."
I didn't see that coming.
"There are two men downstairs."
"The police?"
Slowly, the fuzziness cleaned out, though the tiredness remained. I heard the hesitation in his voice, felt the tension in his body.
"I don't understand." I tried to drag myself to a sitting position. A thousand needles stabbed my flesh. My breath caught in my chest. Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes.
"Easy. Take it easy."
"What's going on?"
"I told you, we have company."
"Where is Sari? Stefan?"
Chris hesitated and the caressing halted for a second.
"Sari is not here. not happy about the visitors."
And then I heard it. The low growling of werewolves coming from downstairs, muted by the hardwood floors between us. Oh crap.