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Steal the Wind (Godstone Saga Book 1) by Jocelynn Drake: Exclusive Excerpt and New Release Review

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Everything Caelan knows about his world is a lie.

A war is brewing. As the crown prince of Erya, it’s only natural that Caelan is sent on a secret diplomatic mission to support one of the kingdom’s allies. With his advisor, his bodyguard, and his best friend as traveling companions, what could go wrong?

Everything.

Everything goes wrong.

Now they are on the run, dodging assassins, setting secret meetings, and even making deals with a sleeping god.

So, this is probably a really bad time to cave to feelings he’s been fighting for his best friend. But Drayce has owned his heart for more years than he can count and if he’s going to die, shouldn’t he have just one kiss?

The fate of the world is on the line, and only Caelan holds the power to save them all.

Steal the Wind is the first book in the six-book Godstone Saga fantasy series and is not a standalone. The story contains explosions, secrets, cranky gods, hidden romance, a prince on the run, a possessive ex-boyfriend, magic, and lots of delicious angst.

Title: Steal the Wind
Authors: Jocelynn Drake
Series: The Godstone Saga, Book 1 & 2
Genre: Fantasy (Book 1 ends on a cliffhanger).
Tropes: forbidden romance, royal in hiding.

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The Godstone Saga, Book 2

Caelan want his throne back.

The bargain has been struck, and it’s time to return home.

But the situation is worse in Erya than he previously suspected.

Now he has to fight for his birthright, and maybe get a little revenge in the process.

Breath of Life is the second book in the six-book Godstone Saga fantasy series and is not a standalone. The story contains explosions, gods with secret plans, hidden romance, a prince set on revenge, magic, and lots of delicious angst.

Ships of different sizes filled the harbor, everything from private fishing boats to enormous cargo ships taking goods from one country to another. For centuries, Caspagir had established itself as a naval giant. No one hauled in as much seafood each year as Caspagir. And as far as anyone knew, no one had a bigger naval fleet than Caspagir, though New Rosanthe seemed determined to rival them.

Caelan was now beginning to wonder if the magical weight he felt in the air had something to do with that naval power.

The wind gusted and swirled around him, tugging at his clothes and seeming to riffle through his pockets as if checking him over, before rushing away. It was like being accosted by a gang of child pickpockets.

Overhead, a bank of clouds started rolling over the city, bringing on an early sunset, but a bright light pierced the darkness.

Standing on a hill above the harbor was a tall lighthouse painted white with blue rings. A conical red roof topped the structure, and a wide beam of bright light passed in a circle over the harbor and then the city over and over again.

“Any closer?” Drayce inquired. “Or do you think we should head to the hotel now? I’m sure Rayne and Eno are anxious for us to return.”

“In a minute. We’re close.”

“Really?”

Caelan nodded. “Yeah. The lighthouse. I want to check out the lighthouse.”

“The feeling is coming from there?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Or maybe it will just give us a better view of Sirelis.”

Turning away from the harbor, they started up a narrow dirt road that looked as if it hadn’t been used in a few years. The weeds on the hills leading up to the lighthouse grew thick. Halfway up, two short posts were partially fallen over on either side of the road and the chain connecting them was rusted and lying in the dirt. A No Trespassing sign was in the center of the chain while another was hanging at an angle on one of the posts. The magical snap and spark was thicker now. Caelan half expected Drayce to be able to see it.

“Should we continue?” Drayce asked.

Caelan shrugged. “Just a little ways. Maybe the lighthouse will have a sign on it. A name we can contact.”

Five feet.

They didn’t get more than five feet past the chain when he heard the ominous chunk of several guns being cocked and loaded.

“Halt!” a loud, authoritative voice barked. A chill swept over Caelan, and he froze exactly where he was. His gaze slid over to find Drayce frozen as well, his wide eyes staring straight ahead. This was bad.

“Put your hands in the air and slowly turn around,” the man barked again.

Caelan slowly lifted his hands above his head and could see Drayce doing the same from the corner of his eye. With the same care, he turned to find two dozen soldiers spread out behind them in a semi-circle, automatic weapons drawn and pointed right at their chests. Caelan’s heart skipped a beat, and his mouth went dry. He cleared his throat and tried to wet his lips.

“I’m sorry, but I think there’s been a mistake,” Caelan started.

“The only mistake here is you trespassing on private property,” the head of the armed squad bellowed.

“And trespassing requires a response from the army?” Drayce cried, causing Caelan to wince.

“Look, we’re just tourists. We’re in town sightseeing. That’s it. We thought we’d check out the lighthouse and the view from the top of the hill. We didn’t mean any trouble.”

“That could be true. Or you could be Empire spies—”

“Spies!” he and Drayce blurted out in shock at the same time.

“We’re not spies!” Drayce continued. “We’re tourists! Tourists!”

“Then you’re going to have no problem proving that in lockup,” the older man with the salt-and-pepper mustache said with an evil smile.

No, that was going to be incredibly difficult because they could not give their names. They couldn’t give any information to anyone who wasn’t a member of the royal family.

As they were handcuffed, one soldier ripped off Caelan’s sunglasses. He held his breath, waiting, but the man gave no sign that he recognized him, which was a good thing.

They were dragged down the hill and tossed into a military Jeep, joined by four guards. Caelan glanced at the lighthouse one last time before they were driven into the city. If anything, this swift and over-the-top response for a little trespassing proved one thing—something was hidden in the lighthouse.

That was for later.

Right now, his main concern was how badly Rayne and Eno were going to blow their tops when they discovered he and Drayce had been arrested and were suspected of being New Rosanthe spies.

This type of book generally isn’t in my wheelhouse, but as a fan of Jocelynn Drake I had to take a chance. It is not a typical romance AT ALL, in fact, I’d say the romance part of it is a distant second to, well, everything else.

Everything else is a modern day world with kingdoms, a scary forest with weird animals that all want you dead, magic, royalty and gods.

There is extensive world building here, but it is done in such a way that it’s all very clear. I always find it interesting to read something in modern times but a completely different world. Everything above but cars, planes, cell phones, jeans, etc. I think meshing them like that is what helped really keep me in this world and this story.

The prince, his…valet type guy, his best friend and his bodyguard are all kind of stereotypes of who they are. Uptight, put together, smart and a bit emotionally cold valet. Goofy best friend. Big tough bodyguard. But it all works and they all play off of each other well. supporting each other, fighting for and with each other and laughing when needed. The prince is of course gorgeous and a bit of a tortured soul in that his mother is QUEEN and not the soft squishy motherly type, father unknown and a throne and responsibility that will one day be his.

This is a LONG book one, followed by a nearly as long book two. Obviously I will be tackling that soon. Book 3 will be out in a month or so. Very cool that the author isn’t making us wait a long time between books. So if you are one who likes to binge a whole series at once, you only have to wait until the day after Christmas.

But this is definitely worth the read now.

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A No-Strings Noel by Annabelle Jacobs: Release Day Review and Giveaway

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A week of no-strings fun in a winter wonderland setting. No consequences, no expectations, no hurt feelings. Right?

Henry:

Finding his boyfriend in a compromising position leaves him with a week off work and no holiday to go on.
A night of vodka, ice cream, and his sister’s sympathetic ear is the only way to deal with it.
It’s also how he finds himself on holiday alone a few weeks later, at an English holiday village in the countryside, surrounded by Christmas cheer and happy families.

He’s expecting a week of relaxing days and early nights, doing his own thing, and taking some time for himself. And hopefully finding some festive spirit along the way, because it’s sorely lacking at the moment.

What he’s not expecting is Dom.

Dom:

Coming to somewhere so familiar soothes his broken heart after yet another failed attempt at finding someone to settle down with. He’s ready. They never are.

Seeing a lost-looking stranger on the first day of his holiday triggers his protective instincts, so he steps in to give him some helpful advice.
Who knew that advice would mean they end up spending the day and then the whole week together? But he figures a holiday fling is exactly what he needs to get through this slump: no expectations, no misunderstandings, no heartbreak.
Or that was the plan.
He knows Henry wants more, but he doesn’t trust himself where his heart’s concerned.
He doesn’t trust Henry not to break it.

A Christmas MM romance featuring a meet-cute, a sexy holiday fling, a meddling but awesome sister, a teeny bit of angst, and a festive HEA.

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This was a cute, happy story.

After catching his boyfriend cheating, Henry’s sister sends him to a theme park sort of thing? But you can have your own villa to sleep in, cook if you’d like, etc. I didn’t totally understand that whole situation, but I am sure there are things in the US that British readers don’t understand either. So, imagination.

Almost as soon as he got there he meets Dom, an old hat at this kind of vacation and a great help because Henry was so overwhelmed. But as two hot blooded, single gay men are wont to do, they end up in bed rather quickly.

Having a great time they decide to just have fun together for the week. Henry even broke out of his comfort zone. They were super cute together, Henry often scandalizing other visitors with his language, Dom just laughing it off and refusing to apologize. Even the way they held hands so often was swoony.

But when the week was over I was mad at the way they ended it. But apparently so were their friends and family. Even with awkward texts between them, neither seemed willing to take the risk.

Serendipity steps in… and so they can have their happily ever after.

I actually would have liked MORE Christmas in the story, but it was fine. The epilogue was super sweet and left me smiling.

This is a story that will help you get in the spirit.

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Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with three rowdy children, and two cats. An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories. They’re usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it—fighting enemies and adversity—but they always find love in the end. 

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The Best Gift by Eli Easton: RB, Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway

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With help from a Christmas miracle, two bruised hearts find joy again.

Greg Cabot is the third generation to run Cabot’s Christmas Wonderland and tree farm in rural Vermont. But this year will be his last. Since the death of his son, Sam, in Afghanistan, Greg no longer has the heart to run a business based on holiday cheer. When he picks up a hitchhiking soldier on a snowy night, he finds the help he needs to get his farm through the holidays—and maybe much more.

Sergeant Robbie Sparks doesn’t have much to be thankful for this holiday season. Badly wounded in Afghanistan, he’s spent the last eight months in recovery and was discharged after ten years of service. When fate lands him at Cabot’s tree farm, he feels like he’s fallen into a snow globe reality. Friendly people, gorgeous trees, lots of Christmas kitsch… and Greg Cabot.

Greg believes he’s too heartbroken for romance, but those we love never truly leave us. A little nudge from heaven may help build a bridge for these two men trying to heal. If only they are willing to take that first step.

This stand-alone, long novella is a small town, Christmas cornucopia, May-December, hurt/comfort , ex-military romance stuffed full of family and holiday feels.

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The sleigh and horses were put away, Jim was paid, and we began the walk home. The country lane was cast in blues and grays thanks to a full moon, which was a blessing since I hadn’t brought a flashlight. But it was all the more surprising when fat flakes began to fall.

I stopped and looked up at the sky. What had been a completely clear sky no more than an hour past was now leaden with gray. But the full moon glowed in an empty patch in the clouds like an all-seeing eye. It reminded me of how, in the summertime, it can rain even while the sun is shining.

“Vermont!” I shook my head. “Snow wasn’t—”

“—in the forecast.” Robbie broke in. “You have childlike faith in the weather report, tree man.”

I snorted. “Weather determines how many customers I’ll have on any given day. So, yeah, I count on it to be accurate more often than not.”

“It is pretty,” Robbie commented as we started walking again.

He meant the snow, I figured, and it was. The moonlight turned the slow, fat clusters into falling crystals that glinted in the light now and then, like frozen fireflies.

We walked on. I kept my pace slow, mindful of Robbie’s limp, which seemed to be getting worse.

“You had a long work day today,” I noted again. “Sorry about that.”

“Nahsir. I was on the baler most of the day. I think I’m just stiff from riding the sl—” Robbie slipped on an icy spot and flailed for a moment, cursing.

I grabbed his arm, steadying him. And when Robbie’s feet were stable again, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world for me to slide my hand down Robbie’s arm and take his hand.

“Okay?” I asked, though whether I meant to ask if he was okay after almost slipping or okay with holding hands, I couldn’t have said.

“A-yup.” Robbie gripped my hand firmly, and we kept walking.

The crunch of our boots on the groomed snow, and the distant hoot of an owl, were the only sounds in the silent night. I wanted to chitchat, just to ease the tension that was growing in my gut. But my throat had closed up and my mind had gone utterly blank. I could only stare out at the bucolic scene in front of me, steal glances at the handsome young man beside me, and marvel over the feeling of Robbie’s hand in mine, attuned to it with every fiber of my being.

We were both wearing gloves, but even so, Robbie’s hand was large and strong and warm. And he was okay with holding hands. He wanted to hold my hand. And a man like Robbie wouldn’t do that just to keep from falling. He’d probably parachute out an airplane rather than touch someone he didn’t want to. I was simultaneously elated and terrified by that certainty.

How long had it been since I’d touched any man? At least three years. After Sam left, I was too busy picking up his slack and doing my own work at Cabot’s to even get on an app. Besides, that sort of sneaking around had lost its appeal long ago. Since Sam’s death, I’d barely been alive myself. It had probably been the summer before Sam’s senior year, when Sam and Roseanne had taken a mother-son road trip for three weeks down to Virginia. I’d hooked up with a man from upstate New York I’d chatted with on Hinge. I’d hoped it might lead to something, but when we’d gotten together for a date, there’d been no real connection, no sparks. The man was nice enough, but not attractive to me at all.

Jaysus. That felt like a lifetime ago.

And now this young man had fallen into my life like… like a gift. Hard-working. Polite. Kind to the families and kids who came to Cabot’s and to Roscoe and Lucy and Tori, which meant a lot to me. He had that occasional devil-may-care humor, which I wanted to see a lot more of. He was respectful and thoughtful, always trying to figure out what else he could do to lighten my load. Determined to power through his injuries and not looking for any sympathy, but tugging on my heartstrings all the more because of that.

Sexy as fuck.

Knock it off, I told myself sternly.

We turned onto the lane that would lead to the Cabot property. Up ahead a quarter mile or so, crop fields turned into a dark bank of Christmas trees. A stream gurgled to the right of the road….

Wait. I stopped.

“What?” Robbie asked, still holding my hand.

“That should be iced over.” I took a step toward the ditch, and Robbie followed.

We looked at the ribbon of ice in the ditch, which had cracks and openings through which we could see water run.

“Huh,” I said. “That’s normally completely frozen up this time of year. It shouldn’t be like this ’til April.”

“Global warming?” Robbie offered.

I frowned. It hadn’t been that warm lately. There shouldn’t be enough melt-off to create a stream here.

Robbie drew in a sharp breath. “Look.”

I glanced at him and then followed his gaze. Yes, by any standards, the landscape was breathtaking. A blanket of snow cloaked the fields on either side of the road, glistening in the moonlight that was still shining right along with the snow that fell. Down the road, the wide, long bank of neatly planted green trees looked like a medieval forest from a fairy tale. The stream gurgled. An owl hooted on a nearby fence post, its eyes flashing. Fat goose-feather snowflakes danced and glinted in the air.

He pointed toward the ditch. It took a moment, but I saw it—an all-white bunny sat by the stream, raised up on its hind legs, front paws held in front of its breast in a cute pose, nose twitching as it watched us. The whole scene was so Disney romantic, with the wildlife and gurgling brook, it suddenly seemed absurd.

I burst out laughing and Robbie followed. We looked at each other in disbelief.

“If I told someone about this, they’d never believe me,” Robbie grinned.

“Right? Someone’s put a lot of effort into setting this stage,” I agreed, shaking my head in amused wonder.

“Well. It’d be a shame to waste it.” Robbie’s smile faded.

And before I knew what was coming, Robbie tugged on my hand, stepped closer, and pressed our lips together.

I might have liked to think I’d nobly resist such an overture but, no. I was instantly lost. A red-hot flame of need and longing burst inside me the moment Robbie’s lips touched mine. I could only reach out blindly to wrap my arms around the man and pull him closer.

Robbie placed a hand firmly on the back of my neck and kissed me soundly, his tongue shockingly warm and sweet as he sucked at my mouth. The kiss went to my head like a shot of whiskey, or maybe two, and I realized, embarrassingly, that my knees were weak, and I might not even be able to stand without Robbie holding me up. Dear God, I was a forty-three-year-old man, not a teen.

Coming from a background in computer game design, Eli has written over 50 books in m/m romance since 2013. The Mating of Michael (2014) and A Second Harvest (2016) both won The William Neale Award for Best Gay Contemporary Romance, and Eli’s books have won many awards from the Goodreads M/M Romance Group’s Reader’s Choice Awards. She is best known for her Christmas romances, the Howl at the Moon series of rom coms featuring dog shifters, and the Nerds Vs Jocks series, co-written with Tara Lain.

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The Christmas Tenor (Laurel Holidays #3) by V.L. Locey: New Release Review and Giveaway

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A trip that he thought would bring him only pain is about to present him with the greatest gift of all.

For three years now, Cabriolet Vermat has put off, wiggled out of, and outright lied to get out of making this dreaded trip east. The owner of Cabriolet Chauffeur Services in Los Angeles has avoided the yearly invitation to the small town of White Bridge, New York, to speak at their alumni winter gathering but this year they’ve outfoxed him. They’re throwing a dinner to honor his late partner’s dedication to his alma mater and have asked Cab to speak. This time he has to go no matter how much pain it will stir up. Arriving in the picturesque small town beside one of the Finger Lakes, Cab is treated to a special performance of holiday songs and there he sees Julian Gabriel Baez for the first time.

The young singer captivates him immediately, and he finds himself seeking out the much younger man after the performance. The pull he feels toward Jules is unlike anything he’s felt since he met his partner years ago. Confusion and desire war within him, but the outgoing young tenor wins him over with his engaging smile and kind heart. A two-day trip soon turns into an extended holiday vacation. Cab worries that the magic of Christmas will quickly fizzle out and he’ll be alone once more. Or will this festive season bestow a blessing of the heart upon a man who thought he would never love again?

The Christmas Tenor is a standalone small-town gay Christmas romance with a beautiful May-December relationship, a lonely widower, a rising opera star, loving families, and plenty of holiday joy.

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This book had several captivating dynamics. A very large age-gap, with the younger man being the more dominant of the two, not allowing Cab to pull back even when all of his natural instincts were to stay away from Julian. A widower who still very much missed his husband, feeling some guilt about trying again. A young opera singer about to break open his career…once he graduated from college. And of course, the magic of the holidays.

The age gap was quite large, so that led me to question how moving forward would work in their particular situation…fortunately a beautiful epilogue gives the reader a peek in what that looks like. Julian definitely knew what he wanted, and wasn’t afraid to go for it, while Cab was hesitant, as someone in his situation would be, of course.

I loved how supportive Julian’s family was of him. They cheered him on in all his endeavors, and were encouraging in his new relationship. Cab’s twin brother was also just as supportive of him, wanting only the best for him, even if it meant he wouldn’t be seeing as much of him. It was clear how much they adored each other.

It was an good book, hitting all the Christmas highs. I think, for me, the large age gap seemed to be too much for these two men to find much in common after just a few years together, so I struggled with feeling like the HEA was there for Cab and Julian.

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USA Today Bestselling Author V.L. Locey – Penning LGBT hockey romance that skates into sinful pleasures.

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, Torchwood and Dr. Who, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a pair of geese, far too many chickens, and two steers.

When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in one hand and a steamy romance novel in the other.

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Night Prince by Felice Stevens: RB, Excerpt, New Release Review and Giveaway

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From Lambda Literary Award winning author Felice Stevens comes a sexy paranormal stand-alone romance.

A vampire who’s lost everything meets a man who has nothing to lose.

For centuries, Massimo D’Alba, banished prince of the Fold, has wandered through life frozen in darkness and pain. Betrayed by his younger, power-hungry brother, he’s existed for centuries but not lived. A rain-soaked night brings smart-mouthed New Yorker, Damion Avery, to his doorstep and suddenly he’s riding spin bikes, shopping for yoga pants, eating ice cream…and falling in love.

Damion Avery can’t figure out why Prince Tall, Dark, and Incredibly Sexy wants him as his personal assistant, but he’s not going to second-guess his good luck. Even though he has to work all night and sleep during the day, the job is too good to be true. But where does Massimo sneak off to in the dead of night? Is he a spy, an assassin, or something else? And what’s with those glowing purple eyes? Damion knows he shouldn’t fall for his boss. But Damion was never one to follow the rules.

When duty calls him home, Massimo must return to save his kingdom, forcing a life-changing decision: leave Damion behind forever, or reveal his deepest, darkest secret to the man who has become his everything, who owns a part of Massimo he’d thought gone forever…his heart.

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Massimo glanced up from reading the newspaper as Damion bounded down the stairs.

“Where are you off to? You look like you’re on a mission.”

“I’m going across town to Macy’s. They’re open late tonight—until nine-thirty, and I need some new clothes.” He pointed at his ripped jeans. “I only have one other pair, and I need some shirts and stuff, especially now that you want me to sit in on your video conferences with you and not remain in the background. It’s my dinner hour, so I won’t be taking time from work.”

Massimo set the paper down, frowning. “First of all, you should not worry about doing personal things during your free time. I do not own you, Damion. You work for me. Second of all, I think that is a good idea. Are you sure they will have what you need?”

Damion snorted. “They’re only the biggest store in the world. I think I’ll find something.” His blue eyes twinkled, and Massimo fought that internal war that made him want to grab Damion and kiss him, while knowing it was wrong. It was exhausting to fight this attraction, and instead of it waning as he’d hoped, it was gaining strength.

Damion snapped his fingers. “Hey. I have an idea. Why don’t you come with me? You can help me pick out stuff and tell me what looks good. I’m hopeless like that, and you have a great sense of style.”

Massimo was hesitant. “You want me to go clothes shopping? I’ve never done that before. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

Damion’s eyes bugged out, and he stood mute for a moment. “You’re kidding. You’ve never been in a department store?”

Massimo shrugged. “Why would I? I have a tailor come and make my suits and shirts. Anything else I need, Claudio orders for me. Stores are crowded with people.” He made a face. “Why would I want to go?”

“Because you can try stuff on you might not know you even want. I love impulse-buying. Please? Come with me?”

It was pointless to try and resist those big blue eyes. And that was how Massimo D’Alba, prince of the Fold and one of the most powerful vampires in the world, found himself in a dressing room in Macy’s, wearing a hot-pink T-shirt that said: Yoga is my superpower, and an indecently tight pair of gray sweat pants.

“I think not.” He exited the dressing room to show Damion, who stood in front of the three-way mirror in a tank top the color of his eyes and biker shorts.

When their eyes met, Damion’s jaw dropped, and he spun around.

Massimo shifted under his heated stare, and his cock hardened. Mortified, he took a step away, praying Damion hadn’t noticed. “I can’t believe you made me try this on.”

“Oh, loosen up. Lots of guys wear this when they exercise.” Damion cocked his head. “You look good. Really good.”

“I look as ridiculous as I feel. I’ll stick to what I have, thank you. And we came here for you, not me.”

Damion turned to his own mirror, and Massimo’s gaze fixed on his perfect ass, hugged by the second-skin material of the biker shorts. Massimo had enough trouble with the damn spin bike; did he need to be tortured by Damion wearing next to nothing while they exercised? Having a hard-on while spinning was a singularly painful experience he tried to avoid.

For an author who is a contemporary writer, this was a fun read. Delving into the world of vampires hundreds of years ago and then a time jump to today’s world. Great world building that didn’t rely on stereotypes (except the whole sun thing. ouch). They lived in secret, ensconced within their own boundaries. There were several factions and royalty ruled. They even had a spiritual figure that they respected.

Massimo, first born son and heir to the throne is banished from The Fold for a seemingly minor transgression. While everyone, including himself, thought he would die, he in fact ended up thriving. Building various business empires so that he never had to worry about money.

Damion is the complete opposite. An orphan who had a very difficult childhood with a religious foster family until he ran away, living on the streets of NYC until finally going back to school to get his GED. Where he met his best friend. Even though Damion had a few friends, got his GED, went to college, his life was still a mess. He lost a good job, lost his apartment and then lost his best friend who was moving to another country for his boyfriend’s job. Serendipity brings him to Massimo’s brownstone.

Massimo offers Damion a job as his personal assistant and a room to live in. Being that Massimo is nocturnal and does all of his work at night, having Damion there makes more sense.

They were, of course, immediately attracted to each other. But Massimo held back because, yanno, vampire, and Damion held back because that is why he lost his job- getting seduced by his boss who then turned on him.

But they settled into a fun working relationship. Damion getting Massimo to work out with him on Peleton bikes was hilarious. Massimo’s butler (also a vampire) was such a perfect side character. I actually really hope he gets his own happily ever after.

Massimo finds it harder and harder to resist Damion AND to keep his secret. But he is being called back to The Fold to oust his brother and right the wrongs that have been done. His brother was a horrible person who is destroying everyone and everything in the town.

I won’t tell you more, but they way that Massimo returned, having Damion with him, hundreds of others willing to fight with him, it made for a great story. You could feel that they were just meant for each other. They never used the words mate or soul mate or anything like that. They didn’t HAVE to tell us that they were soul mates. We could tell. It was obvious. Just their immediate connection. They always wanted to be with each other, well before it became a sexual relationship.

The author even made sure there were no loose ends for when Damion was going to return to The Fold with Massimo. Little details that make Type A me so happy.

Even if vampires aren’t really your thing, this isn’t super vampire-y. It felt more paranormal than that. But it was a good story and I would definitely read a second book.

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Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. She believes that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending around the corner. Her characters have to work for it, because just like life in NYC, nothing comes easy and that includes love.

Felice is the 2020 Lambda Literary Award winning author in best Gay Romance. She lives in New York City and has way too much black in her wardrobe. If she’s not writing, you’ll probably find her watching reality TV or procrastinating on FB in her reader group, Felice’s Breakfast Club.

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A Veiled & Hallowed Eve (Soulbound Book 7) by Hailey Turner: New Release Review

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Death is the last lover you will ever know.

SOA Special Agent Patrick Collins has lived a life full of lies, and it has finally caught up with him. There’s no denying his past any longer, not after giving up the truth to save himself from a murder charge. But truth alone can’t set Patrick free, and time is running out to stop the Dominion Sect from turning his father into a god.

Jonothon de Vere knows survival isn’t a guarantee, but he’s desperate to keep Patrick safe, even as hope slips through his fingers. With the future unknown, Jono will follow Patrick wherever he goes, even to Salem, where a family reunion reveals a bitter secret that was never going to stay buried.

With New York City under control of their god pack, Patrick and Jono must fall back on every alliance they’ve brokered to fill the front lines of a war coming directly to the city streets. The veil is always thinnest on Samhain, and what awaits them on the other side is the stuff of nightmares. For when it tears, all hell will break loose, and the gods will be summoned to face a reckoning the world isn’t ready for.

The stakes have never been higher, failure has never been so deadly, and the Fates have never been kind to heroes. Patrick knows that better than anyone—because everything has a price, every debt always comes due, and it’s finally time for Patrick to pay his.

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You need to read this entire series, or listen to it. Either way, don’t miss a single book in this series. This is not a stand alone. While the author does reference and explain things as the book goes along, you really want to make sure you read or listen to the first six books in the series. But it is not in any way, shape or form, time wasted. This is a fantastic series, from beginning to end. Hailey Turner takes world building to a new level with this series, and with the conclusion to the series, it is no less amazing. If you want to visualize the setting your MC’s are in, this author is who you want to read.

This was seriously an epic conclusion to this series. I was on the edge of my seat for most of it, as it twisted and turned through the streets of NYC, and a bit of time spent in Salem, MA.

I’m not gonna lie…Patrick leaving…well that just broke my heart. But Jono, Wade (who was the sweetest in his devotion to Patrick) and their pack did not give up any hope, knowing he would be back. They continued on in their lives, knowing he would be back home.

Patrick finally pays his soul debt, in, of course, one of the most heart breaking ways, yet absolutely how it needed to happen. I honestly would not have been surprised if the author had not planned that particular portion of the story since the conception of the series.

I do not want to give any more away, but this book, this ending…perfect conclusion to what has been an incredible series.

Also, if you get a chance, I highly recommend the audiobooks of this series, narrated by Gary Furlong. So very well done. As a good narrator can do, he enhances what is already a fantastic storyline with the varying voices, inflections and character changes.

4.5 pieces of eye candy