Nostalgic Inspirations w/ Avon Gale + Giveaway

January 4, 2017

 Nostalgic Inspirations with Avon Gale


Hello! I’m Avon Gale, and I’m here to talk about my new release, Whiskey Business.

I had a really fun time writing this novella for Dreamspinner’s States of Love series, especially because I’m from Kentucky! I don’t live there currently, but it’s always been home for me. There’s a lot of family-related stuff in the book, from town names to characters, but the town of Gallows Grove is, unfortunately, fictional.

However, I did base a lot of it on a real-life town, where a lot of my family live and where I’ve spent countless summers, Christmases, etc. The town is called Augusta, and it’s located on the banks of the Ohio river in Northern Kentucky. It’s a quaint little town that is known mainly for antique shops and being George Clooney’s hometown (my aunt lives across the street from his parents), and is a popular day-trip destination. It’s also a place where my family keeps retiring to, meaning when I went for a run over Christmas I was probably related to half the people who waved at me when they drove by. Which was everyone who drove by, because it’s a small town. Really small. As in, no stoplight kind of small. There are less than 1200 people that live there. It was my inspiration for Gallows Grove in a lot of ways, with real-life buildings serving as a basis for the landmarks in the book, even though Gallows Grove is located in a totally different part of the state.

So, since I was lucky enough to be in my old Kentucky home for the holidays, I thought I’d share some pictures. If you’re ever able to visit Augusta, you should. It’s lovely, and while there’s no distillery and I don’t think George comes home that often, it’s still a fun place to visit!

Ever After Funeral Home

This is the funeral home as I envisioned it when writing Whiskey Business, where Adam stays when he first comes to town.  I imagine his bedroom is the one at the top with the three windows.

My grandmother used to live next door, and would sometimes go over and sit in that big front room (directly beneath Adam’s bedroom) to “man the phones” (though I’m not sure why, because I mean, it’s not a small town in a Stephen King novel so they weren’t that busy). But I would go with her because they had HBO (what?), and I remember that the Parkers kept ice-cold bottles of Coke (real Coca-Cola, which was a forbidden delight in my house) in the fridge. I was always afraid to go get them, though, and my granny would laugh at me because she was like, “They keep the dead people in the basement, not the kitchen,” which is not what you should tell a freaked out eleven year old. Thanks Granny.  Obviously my sense of humor came from somewhere.


Creepy Doll House

This house is across from the funeral home, and when I was a kid, I think I was related to the person who lived there (it is also across from my grandma’s house, if you’re keeping up on your mental geography). Anyway, one time we went over there and the woman who lived in the house made life-sized dolls. I remember being absolutely terrified especially because she made me take one home. I have no idea what happened to the doll.

(It’s right behind me, isn’t it.)

That’s what inspired me to put a room full of creepy dolls in the funeral home, in case you’re wondering what in the hell is wrong with me.


The Trapdoor/Ryder’s Apartment

This is the Augusta Pub, which was the inspiration for the Trapdoor in Whiskey Business. Just like in the book, there are apartments that have been renovated above it, so that’s my idea of what Ryder’s apartment looks like from the outside.

(I tried to get a picture of the small house that I decided belonged to Ryder’s mom and where Ryder grew up, but uh, the people who live there were outside and I’m not sure that wouldn’t have been extremely creepy, regardless if we were related or not.)


Main Street/Kentucky Fanatics


My inspiration for downtown Gallows Grove. This was taken on Christmas Day, and true story, when I went to take this picture I didn’t notice a car coming down the street behind me. Apparently I’m the only person who can get hit by a car on Christmas in a totally deserted town. Luckily, the driver was nice and just waved and smiled.


And as you see, the UK love is strong ;)



Believe me, I could have taken a LOT of pictures featuring some kind of UK Wildcat fan paraphernalia affixed to a building. Including my Mom’s house, my aunt’s house, my cousin’s…you get it.


So there you have it! I had a lovely Christmas, and I hope you did, too! One of my favorite things about being in Augusta was that, having spent so many Christmases there, I have this lovely memory of being with my cousins on Christmas Eve, and hearing the whistle of a train that always went by as I fell asleep. I heard the same train when I was there this year, (I mean, not the same one, unless it’s some kind of ghost train, which omg, amazing) and it was a lovely memory.

What’s your favorite Christmas memory? Share and I’ll choose one random commenter to win a copy of any book on my backlist.

Thanks, and happy new year to all!


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Whiskey Business by Avon Gale


Ryder Waites will do anything to keep the tiny town of Gallows Grove, Kentucky, from vanishing off the map—even sell his family’s whiskey recipe to Bluegrass Bourbon in Lexington. Hopeful that the larger company can provide necessary improvements to the distillery, Ryder aims ultimately to get Gallows Grove on the Bourbon Trail… and bring in much-needed tourism revenue. But to keep producing Hanged Man Bourbon in Gallows Grove, he’ll have to convince company liaison, unbearably stuffy and seriously hot Adam Keller, that he’s worth the investment.

Adam comes from an old-money family, but he’s determined to make his own way in the world. When he’s sent to Gallows Grove, he questions the life choices that led him to a rented room in a funeral home in a town full of macabre-themed businesses. And he doesn’t know what to make of Ryder, the descendant of bootleggers, who’s on a mission to save his strange town from extinction. When Adam and Ryder put aside their initial mistrust, the results are as smooth as good whiskey. But after Adam’s assignment ends, he’ll have to decide if small-town life and a future with Ryder are to his taste.

States of Love: Stories of romance that span every corner of the United States.


About Avon:

Avon Gale was once the mayor of Jazzercise and Lollicup on Foursquare, which should tell you all you need to know about her as a person. She likes road trips, rock concerts, drinking Kentucky bourbon, and yelling at hockey. She’s a displaced southerner living in a liberal Midwestern college town, and when she’s not writing, you can find her at the salon, making her clients look and feel fabulous. She never gets tired of people and their stories—either real or made up in her head.

Twitter: @avongalewrites

New Year’s Resolutions with Julia Talbot

January 2, 2017

New Year's Resolutions with Julia Talbot


Happy New Year!

My wife and I were chatting about how I had to do a blog post (and how late I was, sorry to the poor blog organizer) and she wanted to know what book.

“Jackass Flats,” I said, “so it’s a reprint and I’ve blogged all the blogs to be blogged.”

“Tate and Dave! I like them.” She grinned at me. “Have them do New Year’s Resolutions.”

Tate is a cowboy in southern New Mexico. Dave is a military guy stationed at White Sands when the story begins. They have a bit of an age gap, and they have very different lives.

Tate: I plan to build up the ranch a little, maybe adopt a few more horses so Dave can have one. I also promise to talk more. Like out loud. Dave is always telling me to use my words.

Dave: That’s it?

Tate: Well, honey, what else is there?

Dave: Stares

Tate: shrugs

Dave: Okay, so I resolve to make everyone proud this year.

Tate: You already do that.

Dave: Hush and let me talk. I resolve to get back into shape. I’ve eaten a lot of green chile enchiladas.

Tate: You’re just fine. I promise.

Dave: I need to get my paperwork in order.

Tate: You got me there. The guest room is a wreck because of you.

Dave: Well, there you go

They wander off, still chatting…


As for Julia, my resolution is to get blogs in on time.




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Jackass Flats by Julia Talbot



Can a traveling military man and a set-in-his-ways cowboy find a way to make things work?

Tate feels like the best part of life has probably passed him by, which is why the thirtysomething cowboy hits the bars every night. When he meets Dave, a young soldier from a nearby Army base, though, Tate figures things might be looking up. He and Dave get off to a rocky start, but Tate soon finds that he and the kid have enough in common to make things interesting.

Dave isn’t really into the whole don’t ask, don’t tell thing, and he doesn’t bother to hide his relationship with Tate from his friends. Once he realizes he should have been more careful, it might be too late. But Dave is willing to fight for Tate, even if it means taking on the military.

First Edition published by Torquere Press, 2008.


Author Bio:

Stories that leave a mark. Julia Talbot loves romance across all the genders and genres, and loves to write about people working to see past the skin they’re in to love what lies beneath. Julia Talbot lives in the great mountain and high desert Southwest, where there is hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full time author, Julia has been published by Dreamspinner as well as many other small presses. She believes that everyone deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters are involved. She also writes BDSM and erotic romance as Minerva Howe.

Find Julia at @juliatalbot on Twitter, or at

“The mountains are calling, and I must go”

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New Beginnings with C.L. Etta

December 30, 2016


New Beginnings with C.L. Etta


Hi everyone. Happy New Year! I’m here to introduce you to my newest book and to C.L. Etta. Oh, wait a minute—that’s me—the new kid on the Dreamspinner block. Following ten years working as a nurse, I retired three years ago, and vegged in front of the television and read an abundance of books, before returning to school. There I took a creative writing class to prepare me for my next venture—writing a book. Now this wasn’t a novel thought, but something that which niggled my mind for decades.

Drawing on my experiences as a nursing-home nurse and as a caretaker for my mother, I sat in front of my computer and wrote. I was in the middle of writing my second novel when the idea for Love’s Tethered Heart was conceived. The tale unfolded in my head while I struggled to complete the manuscript in front of me. No longer able to keep Mico and Danny in the shadows, I saved my work and opened a new file.

Love’s Tethered Heart was born.

The story is told from Danny’s perspective and through a series of interview he conducts with Mico and his family.

Here is a short excerpt.

His blank gaze locked on mine as I pleaded, “Mico, don’t cry. They’re gone. You’re safe. Please don’t cry.” I spoke but didn’t know what I was saying. Crooning to comfort Mico and pleading for him to acknowledge me, I kept talking. I had to bring him back to the present, to pull him back from the bleak vortex of memories that threatened to imprison him. I laid my forehead against his and begged him to show me a sign of recognition. For five agonizing minutes, the white noise of the ventilator and my own anxious breaths were the only sounds in the room.

“Danny?” I lifted my head upon hearing the welcome symphony of Mico’s raspy whisper. “No, don’t go.”


“For only a minute, just stay there—exactly as you were.”

Puzzled by his appeal, I again rested my forehead against his. As I continued to hold his face in my hands, I noticed the prickle of his stubble against my palms. Unconsciously I petted his face, and my stomach clenched at the sound of his small groan. I focused on his luminous eyes with their dark and dilated pupils.

“It’s been so long—so incredibly long.”

“What? I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Since someone has touched me with anything other than… efficiency.” I stared with wonder into Mico’s eyes, saddened that he had lost so much that my simple touch could evoke this response.


Please join me on the remainder of my blog tour. There may even be a prize or two along the way.

December 26 - MM Good Book Reviews
December 30 – Dreamspinner Press Blog
January 2- Divine Magazine
January 3 – Book Breeze
January 4 - Alpha Book Reviews
January 5 - Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words
January 5 - Love Bytes
January 6 - Open Skye Book Reviews


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Love's Tethered Heart by C.L. Etta


Two years ago Mico and his partner suffered a savage gay bashing that left Mico a quadriplegic—and ended his dreams of traveling the world as an archaeologist. Abandoned by the man he loved, he lives in isolation, tethered to his bed by the machines keeping him alive, with only his caretakers and immediate family as companions.

Assigned to interview Mico and uncover the story behind his assault and his refusal to identify his attackers, journalist Danny is unprepared for his reaction to the fragile enigmatic man. Mico is afraid to let Danny into his life, and Danny is unsure how to change his mind. Mico is also keeping secrets, and he isn’t the only one. Danny is determined to protect Mico, and he’s determined to show Mico that their feelings for each other can thrive amidst the mechanics of Mico’s existence.

If you enjoy romantic tales of heartbreak turned to hope, the life-affirming story of Danny and Mico will make you believe in the possibility of love for everyone—no matter what obstacles they face.


About C.L. Etta:

With a shriek heard from sea to shining sea when her first book was accepted for publication, C.L. stepped into the world of storytelling. Having raised a husband and family, C.L. now spends her free time reading and writing. After four decades working, C.L. is now nurturing her creative muse.
A self-described romance novel junkie who considers tequila a food group, C.L. heard voices and put the tequila away. Still the voices continued, demanding their stories be told. So she and her computer became BFFs. She hasn’t slowed down, knowing more pretty boys await her attention.

Twitter: @clettabooks
Facebook: CL Etta

Falling Snow on Snow by Lou Sylvre + Giveaway

December 29, 2016

Falling Snow on Snow by Lou Sylvre


Check out Falling Snow on Snow today!


Beck Justice knows holiday sparkle and snappy carols only mask December’s cruel, black heart. He learned that lesson even before he landed on the streets eight years ago, and his recent step up to a tiny apartment and a busker’s permit for Seattle’s Pike Place Market has done nothing to change his mind. But one day in the market, Oleg Abramov joins his ethereal voice to Beck’s guitar, and Beck glimpses light in his bleak, dark winter.

Oleg, lucky to have a large and loving family, believes Beck could be the man to fill the void that nevertheless remains in his life. The two men step out on a path toward love, but it proves as slippery as Seattle’s icy streets. Just when they get close, a misunderstanding shatters their hopes. Light and harmony are still within reach, but only if they choose to believe, risk their hearts, and trust.

Falling Snow on Snow by Lou Sylvre

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Falling Snow on Snow by Lou Sylvre

About Lou Sylvre:

Lou Sylvre lives and writes on the rainy side of Washington State, penning mostly suspense/romance novels because she can’t resist giving her characters hard times but good love. Her personal assistant is Boudreau, a large cat who never outgrew his kitten meow, and he makes a point of letting her know when she’s taken a plot tangent too far. Apparently an English major, he helps a lot, but Lou refuses to put his name on the byline. (Boudreau invites readers to give their feedback as well!) When Lou isn’t writing, she’s reading fiction from nearly every genre, romance in all its tints and shades, and the occasional book about history, physics, or police procedure. Not zombies, though—she avoids zombies like the plague unless they have a great sense of humor. She plays guitar (mostly where people can’t hear her) and she loves to sing. She’s most often smiling and laughs too much, some say. Among other things and in no particular order, she loves her family, her friends, the aforementioned Boudreau, his sister George, and their little brother Nibbles, a chihuahua named Joe, a dachshund named Chloe, and a slew of chihuahua/dachshund puppies. She takes pleasure in coffee, chocolate, sunshine, gardens, wild roses, and every beautiful thing in the world.

Twitter: @sylvre (

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Holiday Soundtracks with Raine O’Tierney

December 28, 2016

 Holiday Soundtracks with Raine O'Tierney


Hello all! My name is Raine O’Tierney and I’m here to talk with you today about the music behind my brand new novel, The 12 Days of Hipster.


My holiday playlist is a THING OF BEAUTY.

I exaggerate not. Curated over the last eight years, this playlist features the most indie, alt, punk, weird, fantastic mix of holiday songs known to man.

But my very favorite tunes?

All by the Winter Sounds.

My family discovered the Winter Sounds years ago through a Christmas track of theirs called The Anthem is a Gift and we were SOLD.

I love this band so much, even when they do music that’s not Christmas-related (though my secret wish is that they would turn into an all-Christmas all the time band… but that might not be good for sales).

And Tyler Lang– the main character of The 12 Days of Hipster– loves them too.

That’s why when I started writing his story, I knew, knew, knew I wanted to use lyrics from of their Christmas tunes. I’ll admit, I was TERRIFIED to write to Patrick Keenan, the lead singer, and ask permission.

Of course, when I did his reply was, “Wow! Sure! Honored.”

He’s literally the coolest.

That’s why The 12 Days of Hipster truly has its own soundtrack, which you can check out here:

What is your all-time favorite Christmas/Holiday song?? Comment below with your answer for a chance to win an e-book copy of the first title in this series: Bowl Full of Cherries!


With Kindness and Xmas Tunes!

Raine O’Tierney



Okay, fine. If he couldn’t get out of this with direct and sound logic, he would try the irrational. The completely, totally—did he say completely?—irrational. Tyler tightened his grip on David’s hand, leaned forward, and kissed him. But before a full second had passed, David burst out laughing against Tyler’s lips.

Tyler yanked back, heat suffusing his face.


“That was the sourest prekiss expression I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s it, I’m leaving.”

“Tyler, you don’t have to go.”

“No sparks. Only laughter. Must leave.”

“No sparks because you looked like you were in physical pain and made me laugh. Why don’t you be a little more romantic about it?”

“Because I….” Don’t know what in the hell I’m doing. It was probably the first time in his life he really could say that. He’d learned things before. There had been a time when he hadn’t known how to knit, when he hadn’t known how to make gourmet chocolates, when he hadn’t known how to use a soldering iron—but those were just learning opportunities. But with this? He felt like he was standing out naked on the corner with only mistletoe to cover his bits.

“More like this.”

The second kiss was what Tyler would have called sweet if the word had been in his vocabulary. David’s lips were warm, soft, giving, and for a moment the kiss lingered on that edge of innocent, like a snowflake dancing through the sky. Then the world tipped and Tyler’s hands were in David’s hair and David was drawing him closer and, motherfuckinggod, they were kissing. Hard, searching lips, taking and giving, and it took him way too long to realize what he was doing. In fact, he might not have ever realized it if they hadn’t needed to breathe like humans do. It took a long moment for rational thought to come back to Tyler.



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The 12 Days of Hipster by Raine O'Tierney

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Last Christmas, Tyler Lang accidentally accepted David Griffith’s invitation for dinner. Yes, it was an accident. See, hipster (don’t call him that!) Tyler doesn’t date guys, and even if he did, he certainly doesn’t date jocks. A rude and hasty exit right when the date was getting good left things awkward between them.

David Griffith isn’t really a jock. Well, he’s a former athlete who loves sports, but “jock” has a certain connotation that doesn’t quite fit the intelligent, hardworking store owner. A jock wouldn’t have given Tyler Lang the time of day. But even after that little, ahem, stunt with the fire escape, David can’t stop thinking about the hipster a year later. Which would be fine if fate didn’t keep butting her nose into their business, making it impossible for the jock and the hipster to avoid each other this Christmas.

A hilarious holiday romp, set to the music of the Winter Sounds.


About Raine O’Tierney:

Called “Queen of the Sweetness” (well, two or three people said it anyway!) Raine O’Tierney loves writing sweet stories about first loves, first times, fidelity, forever-endings and…friskiness?

Raine in Kansas City with her husband, fellow Dreamspinner Press author, Siôn O’Tierney. When she’s not writing, she’s either asleep, or fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom at her library day job. Raine believes the best thing we can do in life is be kind to one another, and she enjoys encouraging fellow writers!

Raine changes sub-genres to suit her mood and believes all good stories end sweetly. Contact her if you’re interested in talking about point-and-click adventure games or about which dachshunds are the best kinds of dachshunds!

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Twitter: @raineotierney


Here’s to the New Year w/ J.R. Loveless + Giveaway

December 27, 2016

Here's to the New Year with J.R. Loveless


New Year’s is fast approaching as I make my final stop here at Dreamspinner Press on my blog tour for Love and Snowball Fights. It seems fitting with how Lane makes the choice to give Trey a chance on New Year’s Eve. After all, isn’t that the night when we shed the mistakes and the bad things that have happened to us throughout the year and make the conscious resolution for only good things to come about? While it isn’t the end of the story for Lane and Trey, I am sharing an exclusive excerpt here with you on DSP’s blog and giving everyone a chance to win a $25 gift card to Dreamspinner Press’s store! Keep reading to find out how to enter.

Traditions are something we create with our families, friends, and even ourselves. Sometimes we don’t even realize it has happened until after it has started. Everyone knows New Year’s Eve is a night when we all make resolutions for the coming year; “I want to lose weight”, “I’m going to finish that book I’ve been working on”, “I will stop smoking”, and the list goes on. But how many people truly stick to those resolutions? Is it as easy to do as saying it on that first night of the year? I’ve spent many years making resolutions that I’ve never stuck to and this year I’m going to change that. Even if I have to light a bomb under my butt to force myself out of the pattern.

My resolutions this year are simple. I have two. Continue on my weight loss path since I’ve been doing so well. Since June of 2016 I have lost 46lbs. I don’t want to lose that momentum, because speaking from experience, it is not easy to get it back. And the second is to write. WRITE. WRITE. And keep writing. I have slacked off so badly in that arena, despite the two novellas that came out this year. So, I am going to write! Now, for the contest… I want to know what YOUR resolutions are for 2017. Are you losing weight? Quitting Smoking? Making a change? What is it? Comment below and a random winner will be chosen from the list to win a $25 Dreamspinner Press gift card! That’s easy, right?


The pattern continued until New Year’s Eve. Tal closed up early that night. “Are you coming to the party, buddy?” Tal asked as he locked the back door. Trey had already gone on to their parents’ house to help them prepare the food and set up.

“I don’t think so. Not really in the mood,” Lane murmured, starting to walk away.


He stopped.

Tal approached him, placing one hand on his shoulder. “I don’t really know what happened between you and Trey, but whatever it is, don’t let it damage the progress you’ve made.”

Lane gave him a confused look. Progress?

Tal sighed and reached up to brush back a strand of Lane’s hair from his cheek. “In the six months you’ve been here, Lane, you’ve come so far out of your shell, and all I see is you retreating back into it now. Something changed while you were staying with my parents, and it wasn’t for the better. I wish you would talk to me. It’s not good to bottle everything up inside.”

Tal had tried more than once since Lane returned to his apartment to get Lane to open up about what happened, but Lane couldn’t talk about it. Every time he even thought about it, his eyes welled up, a bit like right then, to his horror. Lane shut his eyes and turned his head away from Tal. “I’m fine.”

He heard Tal mumble something about Trey and a particularly nasty swearword.

Lane shivered and stepped back from Tal. “I’m all right, Tal. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“We’re closed on New Year’s Day,” Tal reminded him, not pushing the issue any further.

“Oh, right.” Lane wanted to scream. He didn’t want to sit around and do nothing except think about Trey, about the things he couldn’t have. “I’ll see you the day after, then.”

“I hope you’ll come to the party tonight, buddy. It’d be good for you.”

“Maybe. I’ll think about it.” Lane knew he wouldn’t. He was going to curl with a book, a cup of coffee, and his cat, trying hard to distract himself from thinking about Trey.

Lane headed home, ignoring everything around him save for when he needed to cross the street. Mrs. Johnson called a greeting to him as he started up his steps. “Not going to the party, Lane?” she asked.

“No, Mrs. Johnson.”

She frowned. “You’re a young man, Lane. You should be out having some fun.”

“I’m okay, Mrs. Johnson.” He didn’t give her a chance to keep asking questions or say anything else, darting into his apartment and closing the door.

He went about getting ready for his evening alone with his books, ignoring the memories of Trey on the loveseat and in his bed. Lane couldn’t allow those thoughts in or he’d end up crying like he had every night. He needed to get past this never-ending cycle he’d found himself in for the last several evenings.

Chloe meowed at him as he fed her and then changed his clothing for comfortable sweats and a T-shirt, putting on new socks as well to keep his feet warm. After he attempted halfheartedly to eat dinner, he put away his leftovers and drained the mug of coffee he’d made. Chloe chased one of her jingle balls around the floor while he chose which book he wanted to read from the few on his shelf. For the next couple of hours, he lost himself in the world of dragons and brave knights, wanting to escape to a place other than his own.

The sound of a fist on his door caused him to jump and his heart beat fierce and hard at his ribcage. Lane set his book down and climbed off the bed. When he opened the door to a scowling Trey, his chest tightened and his stomach did a dangerous flip-flop. “Trey?”

“You didn’t come,” Trey growled.

Lane wrinkled his nose at the smell of alcohol on Trey’s breath. “I didn’t.”


Shaking his head, Lane stepped back and urged Trey into his apartment, shutting the door behind him. “You know why.”

“I don’t,” Trey argued, flopping down on Lane’s sofa.

“You do. It’s why you’ve avoided me the last few days,” Lane muttered.

Trey glared at Lane, who stood fidgeting near the foot of his bed. “You made me.”

Lane raised an eyebrow, stunned at Trey’s words. “What do you mean I made you?”

“You said I didn’t care about you.”

“And ignoring me is supposed to convince me otherwise?” Lane didn’t understand Trey’s logic. He frowned. “How much have you had to drink?”

Trey waved his fingers as though Lane’s question was irrelevant. “Just tell me why.”

“Why what?” Lane said, frustrated.

“Why didn’t you come to the party?”

Lane had no idea how to deal with a drunk Trey. He ignored the bad memories of foster homes caused by the scent of alcohol and the almost belligerent Trey. “I didn’t feel like it.”

“Because I’m there?” Trey demanded, lips pouting.

Sinking down onto the corner of his bed, Lane rubbed at his face with both hands. He glanced at the clock and saw it was just after ten. “Why are you here, Trey?”

Trey blinked at him. “Because you weren’t there.”

He said it so easily, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Anger began to mix in with the sadness and Lane gritted his teeth. “You have barely said a word to me in four days. Why should I have come?”

Trey dropped his gaze from Lane. “I didn’t know what else to do.”


“You didn’t even care how much you hurt me,” Trey continued, ignoring Lane’s words. “You just shoved a knife in my chest and twisted it.”

Lane couldn’t have been more confused. “What are you saying?”

Trey stood abruptly and paced in front of Lane. “I tried for days to ignore it, to forget it, but I couldn’t. I know it’s not possible, but there has to be a way. I mean, others have done it, why not us? I can fly in whenever I’m on a break at the station, and you can come visit me in Dallas.”

Lane’s mind whirled as what Trey was saying sunk in. He stared openmouthed at Trey. “Trey?”

“People do it every day, right? I—” He stopped talking and pacing to turn and look at Lane. “What?”

“What are you talking about?”

Trey strode to Lane and yanked him up from the bed into his arms. “This,” Trey rasped before covering Lane’s mouth with his.

Astonished at first, Lane could only stand under the onslaught of Trey’s wet, alcohol-flavored kiss. As the kiss went on, Lane opened his mouth and allowed Trey the access that, if the groan that rumbled in Trey’s chest was any indication, he seemed to hunger for. Lane brought his hands up and placed them on Trey’s waist, digging his fingers into the jacket Trey still wore. Trey tightened his arm around Lane while Trey raised his other hand to cup Lane’s cheek, rubbing his thumb over the smooth skin in a caress. Lane sighed, giving in entirely, no longer wanting to fight what he desperately desired.

Trey guided them down to the bed, never relinquishing the kiss or his hold on Lane, merely bringing them closer together, if that was even possible. Lane’s senses swam with everything Trey; his nostrils breathed in the scent of Trey’s skin, he dug his hands under Trey’s jacket to touch the warmth of Trey’s back. Trey growled and released Lane long enough to remove the jacket and the long-sleeved shirt he wore beneath it, then yanked Lane’s T-shirt over Lane’s head. Lane gasped when he found himself suddenly pressed to a bare-chested Trey.

“Trey,” he whimpered.

The heat of Trey’s skin seemed to almost burn against his. Lane couldn’t stop his moans as Trey nibbled and kissed along his jawline to his ear and down to his throat. A sharp pang spiraled up from Lane’s groin when Trey sucked in a bit of flesh at the base, hard. Lane slid his hands along Trey’s broad shoulders and along his back, wanting to touch him more than anything he’d ever wanted before. Trey laved the bruised flesh with his tongue and then sucked at it again, no doubt leaving a mark everyone would see the next day. Somehow Lane didn’t care, even acknowledging the embarrassment he’d experience when others saw it, but the joy of knowing how it got there would far outweigh everything else.

When Trey latched on to his nipple, Lane arched his back, letting forth a sound of pleasure. He buried his hands in Trey’s hair, stroking through the thick locks with abandon. Trey did not linger at his nipples. Instead he rolled Lane to his back and continued down Lane’s chest, along his abdomen to the top of his sweatpants, licking and kissing as he went. The wet swirl of Trey’s tongue over and into his belly button caused Lane’s penis to throb and weep, dampening the front of his pants. He’d never experienced any of this. Gregory always rushed, sometimes even hurting Lane in the process, but Lane hadn’t known any different. There was never soft touches, light kisses, or gentle licks over Lane’s entire body, nor had Gregory made Lane feel as though he were the only thing that mattered.

Lane grabbed for Trey’s hands when Trey started to pull down Lane’s pants. Trey looked up at him, pressing a kiss to Lane’s lower belly. “Trust me,” Trey husked.

Hesitant, Lane released Trey to do as he pleased, shutting his eyes as his weeping length caught on the edge of his pants before sliding free of its confines to brush along Trey’s cheek. Lane bit his lip, only to release a shuddering cry at the first gentle swipe of Trey’s tongue over the tip. His stomach clenched and he twisted his fingers in the bedsheets around him, panting as Trey repeated the same move over and over, but it was the moment Trey engulfed his entire member into his mouth that Lane would never forget.

“Oh God, Trey,” he keened, tossing his head from side to side.

Trey hummed, sending shockwaves straight through to Lane’s testicles. Faster than he’d ever thought possible, Lane could feel himself ready to come.

“Trey,” he pleaded, pushing at Trey’s shoulders, “I… oh… please.”

Lane shattered, arching his back from the bed once more, hips thrusting of their own accord. If Lane could have seen himself right then, he’d have died of embarrassment at how flushed he looked and how needy he sounded, but all he could do was lose himself in the heat of Trey’s mouth and the steady contractions of his sac as he spilled every ounce of essence down Trey’s throat. When he could open his eyes, Lane realized Trey had moved up beside him on the bed and was holding him and stroking his hair.

He blushed, burying his face in Trey’s chest. Trey chuckled and kissed Lane’s forehead. “So beautiful,” Trey murmured.


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Love and Snowball Fights by J.R. Loveless


Lane Freeman supposed there were worse places to be dumped than a place named Christmas Valley. After being ejected from the foster care system, he spent the past five years hitchhiking and moving around. But six months of a steady job at Tal’s Bar and Grill, an apartment, and even a three-legged cat, have him almost ready to risk putting down a few roots when Tal’s brother comes home for the holidays.

Dallas firefighter Trey Jenkins reluctantly accepts that Lane isn’t like the other drifters who’ve come through his brother’s place. A fragile attraction begins to bloom between them, in spite of the many reasons they both have to fight it. Trey wants to give Lane a family, but experience has taught Lane to depend on no one but himself. Will winter love burn hot in a town called Christmas Valley, or will Lane return to his wandering ways?


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J.R. Loveless is an avid fan, reader and writer of anything pertaining to male/male romance. She started out her adventure into the genre in 2004 when she discovered the anime Loveless, a softer side of Yaoi. The moment she saw Loveless, it sucked her in and hasn’t let go since.

After Loveless, she voraciously searched for anything she could find within the anime world pertaining to Yaoi and Shounen-Ai. She found Gravitation, Princess Princess, Gakuen Heaven, Junjou Romantica and so much more. As she searched for the different animes available, she stumbled across an amazing forum that to this day she is more than ever thankful she found.

J.R. currently has several works in progress and several more ideas on the slow cooker. Ideas come to her out of the blue, a lyric in a song, a line in a movie, or just out of nowhere while she’s standing in the shower. She loves to make up her own stories, to follow her heart, and to write things her way because she loves a happy ending.

She is always thankful for all of her followers on AarinFantasy and for all of the wonderful people who read her stories. Please feel free to send her an email or to drop her a note on Facebook. She will always try to respond, even if it isn’t right away.

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Exploring a Story with George Seaton

December 22, 2016

Exploring a Story with George Seaton


After my short story, “Whispers of Old Winds,” appeared in Dreamspinner’s 2015 Advent Calendar, several reviewers rued the lack of detail about the relationship between the main characters, Sam Daly and his husband, Michael Bellomo. I agreed with those reviewers’ criticism, and began to expand the story into a novel even before the short story was published. Though the original story is included in the first few chapters of the novel, the ensuing narrative goes back to Sam’s and Michael’s first meeting, their decision to move to the Colorado mountains, and the discovery of the secrets the mountain community of Pine County reveal.

Here’s the blurb: Sheriff Sam Daly, a veteran of Iraq and Afghanistan, and his husband, Michael Bellomo, have made a life for themselves in sparsely populated Pine County, in the Colorado mountains. Sam oversees the small sheriff’s department, and Michael sells his paintings and  tourist items out of his shop, Needful Things. From the beginning, Sam had known Michael possessed gifts: the ability to see and hear things Sam cannot.

When a report of a body in a massive snow-filled depression up a mountainside sends Sam and his deputy, Digger, to investigate, Sam struggles to reconcile the existence of skinwalkers in Pine County with the world he’s familiar with. Michael, though, deals with this reality through his art, and through the mysticism he’s been gifted. Sam’s effort to discover what is happening cause him to examine his life with Michael from the time they first met. The inevitable conclusion might be that he’ll never understand the mysteries of the mountains, but for the sake of Michael and their love, he’ll have to embrace them.



“Michael, I don’t want to…. I’m trying my best to understand this thing you’ve got. This extra set of eyes and ears that seem to transcend… reality—at least my reality—and I really, really don’t want to—”

“Sam,” he interrupts. “How long have we been together?”

I’m surprised by his question, but I answer him. “Well, we’re going on five years.”

“And in all those years, have we ever really discussed this extra set of eyes and ears, as you say, that I’ve been blessed with?”

“I might not say blessed, but yes, a couple times we have. You told me about the caul, and then when that freak bear fell on top of Digger and me, you made the painting and…. Yeah, we’ve talked about it.”

He pulls his legs up on the couch and tucks them under him. “And when I told you I couldn’t touch your dog tags anymore?”

“Yes. That too.”

“Okay,” he says, smiling. “But we’ve never discussed how I filter all of this… weirdness. How I, oh, put everything in its place so that I can function as a—God, how I hate the word—normal person.”

The occasional funks I’ve seen him in over the past four years come to mind, but they’ve never lasted longer than a few days. It occurs to me that, yes, he has to have some way to filter the weirdness or I’d be living with a fucking zombie.

“No, we’ve never discussed that.” I take another sip of bourbon as he slips off the couch and then places another log on the fire. He returns to the couch and, once again, pulls his legs under him.

“When I was a kid,” he says, “the perceptions I received would sometimes scare me. They really would. But gradually I figured out how to deal with them. It’s like I set up some file cabinets in my brain where I could put the scary stuff away. I gave all the drawers locks, and only I had a key. That worked for a while. I’d see something, or perceive something, and I’d quickly shove it into a drawer and lock it down. When I got over the initial fright of it, I’d usually unlock the drawer and take a second look. Those second looks were always more, um, insightful than when the perceptions first hit me. They’d come from nowhere, and I wasn’t able to understand them until I locked them away for a while and then eventually pulled them out again.”

“You still do that?”

He shakes his head. “No. I learned how to deal with them without locking them down. Now I just shove them way, way back in my mind where I can retrieve them whenever I want.”

“What about when you painted that picture of Digger and me under that freak bear? You did that before it happened. What were you thinking when you painted that?”

“Oh, that’s something else. That’s… I guess it’s precognition. Or if you have to call it something, that’s what it would be. No, when I was painting that, I was just reflecting what was in my mind. I had no idea that what I had envisioned would actually come true. In real life.”

As he leans over to grab his glass, I want to ask him, Why you? Why were you picked to carry what must be a burden no man should have to deal with? “I know you said it all has to do with the caul, but why…? Who? What’s the reason for all this? Why?”

“Magic,” he says with a smile on his face that makes me smile too.


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Whispers of Old Winds by George Seaton


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About George

George Seaton’s short stories, novellas, and novels capture contemporary life mostly set in the American west—Colorado and Wyoming in particular. He and his husband, David, along with their Alaskan malamute, Kuma, live in the Colorado foothills just southwest of Denver.

Twitter: @GeorgeSeaton


Memories of Provence with Peter Grover

December 21, 2016

Memories of Provence with Peter Grover


Thank you Dreamspinner from Peter Grover for this launch day guest post of my debut book The Weather Baker’s Son!

Memories of Provence

Memories of southern France, obtained over several years of renting the same vacation home near a charming little village, form the basis of my book.  I thought what better way to illustrate the source of my inspiration than to describe an imaginary but typical morning in the life of a vacation home renter in southern France, such as you or I might have.  In this way readers can come along for the journey and experience first hand those languid mornings.

So, here we go:

It is a spring morning at the ancient stone sheepfold converted into a holiday home among fields near a small town.  You wake up, breathing in heartily the fresh air scented with rosemary and other herbs.  You walk to the window and throw open the blue, wooden shutters.  Bathed in an intense, warm morning sun you gaze below at the courtyard garden and the stone steps leading up to your room.  Admiringly you watch as a few bronzed young men, beyond the garden walls and off at the edges of the fields, cut asparagus for the market.  Their tight t-shirts strain rhythmically over their bicep muscles as they go about their cutting.

Below in the main room, your travelling companions clink dishes as they gather together the breakfast meal.   You dress and go downstairs to greet them then you hop on a bicycle and ride into town to get baked treats for the morning meal.  In the bakery, you cast side-long glances at the handsome fellow there behind the counter, he with the jet-black hair and smoldering brown eyes, who despite serving others, glances furtively back at you.  Your turn to order comes and reddening in the presence of the one you admire, you blurt out an order for several baked goods you would like.  Both of you casting awkward, quick glances the exchange is done and you reluctantly depart home, turning over in your mind how broad the baker’s shoulders were and how equally broad his smile.

Your companions have set out on a terrace table plates of cold cuts and cheese, a teapot and cups and they unwrap with bemusement the odd assortment of baked goods, wondering where your mind was at when ordering them.   Oh well, they are no doubt all very fresh and delicious in any event!

Later, after lingering in the garden, admiring the rows of purple iris, the stately pomegranate tree and the lizards scampering on the garden wall you all depart through the iron garden gate and once in your car set off to enjoy a browse through the local morning market.  Walking among stalls with brightly colored fabrics, local greens and deli meats, pottery, painted ceramics and more, you are separated from your friends and dawdle near a baker’s stall set up by that same bakery that you were at earlier, catching the occasional sight of that strapping young man as he heaves heavy boxes of baked goods out of his van. What a strong back, you think, as you finally tear yourself away from your reverie.

After a fine lunch in town, once back home you separate from your companions, they to read or gather flowers and you, trying to nap, tossing, and turning as you think How do I get to know that young fellow better?


Thus, a day would begin and in the afternoon no doubt you would all go out to admire a spectacular hill town or ancient Roman sight.

So, have you experienced some of these same sights and sounds?  If so, please fill us in.  Whether or not you have, what do you think you should do next to get to know the handsome baker better?  Perhaps by reading The Weather Baker’s Son you will see!


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The Weather Baker's Son by Peter Grover


Nature’s call of desire among golden fields and intoxicating red-lipped poppies seems to proclaim a path to love and healing in southern France. Yet Peter, an American university student struggling with self-doubt following a failed love affair, is determined never to be hurt again. While on a vacation with his widowed mother, Peter is smitten by Gaston, a handsome local baker. Gaston, less bold than Peter, is drawn to Peter as well but fearful of the loss of family esteem—particularly the respect of his cousin Mario, who looks up to Gaston. Their friendship grows into more as Peter continues to visit the bakery, but their increasing intimacy does not go unnoticed. The road to fulfillment becomes increasingly obscured, and internal doubts and external events spiral out of control. The arrival of a handsome stranger, suspicions of murder, and the threat of harm might spell the end of more than just their relationship.

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Spoilers Ahoy with BA Tortuga

December 20, 2016


Spoilers Ahoy with BA Tortuga


Hey y’all. I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of all sort of cowboys.

First and foremost, if you dislike spoilers and you’re intending to read the third in the Release series, Catch and Release, run.

Run now.

I am fixin’ to tell y’all a secret.

Waits patiently.

Okay, y’all. Everyone that’s left is okay with spoilers? No one is going to write my happy ass screaming about how I spoiled everything? Good.

Because I have to tell y’all. I did it.

I wrote a novel without sex.

It’s okay, y’all get the utter shock out of your system, I’ll wait.

I can hear it now – how can the woman that wrote Rain and Whiskey, the book that has the distinction of having a Dreamspinner proofreader say, “I’ve never seen a book with more sex in it” (let me tell you, my immediate response was, have they read Sean Michael? I’m an amateur in comparison), write a novel with NO SEX?

It’s true. I did.

Dakota Landry is a con, straight out of federal prison. Now, this isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve written other former inmates, most notably Sage Redding from the first Release book. I had no problem writing Sage and Win’s love scenes on screen, but Dakota?

Every time I thought about writing a sex scene with him, something inside me said, no. No. This character, this story, this tale – it isn’t ready.

When I typed the end, it wasn’t ready.

I told my betas, “tell me if I need to add a sex scene.”

They said no.

I told my editors, “tell me if I need to add a sex scene.”

They said no.

I have to tell y’all, that was my instinct too.

Dakota didn’t want his sexual details on screen and, I’ll be honest, I think I made the right decision in respecting that. I hope y’all do to.

Much love,



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Catch and Release by BA Tortuga


The Release Series: Book Three

Dakota Landry just got out of prison after twelve years. If anyone can understand how that feels, it’s his new friend, Sage, who is determined to help him get used to life on the outside—and believes Dakota didn’t commit the crime he was in for.

Jayden Wilson is a former prosecutor who agrees to look into the case at the request of Sage’s lover, Adam. He sets out to prove Dakota is just another “innocent” ex-con, but once they meet, Jayden is more and more convinced Dakota just didn’t do what everyone thinks he did.

Trouble follows Dakota, and nothing is easy as he struggles to figure out how to live, now that he has choices. And Jayden isn’t sure how Dakota, or any lover for that matter, fits into his life. Their path from friendship to romance is a slow one, but Dakota begins to believe he deserves a chance at life, and Jayden falls a little more for Dakota every day. Now they just need to tell each other how they feel.


BA Tortuga bio:

Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds and her beloved wife, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she’s not doing that, she’s writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA’s personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.

Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the  high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.

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Dance Music in Holiday Weekend w/ Charley Descoteaux + Giveaway

December 16, 2016

Dance Music in Holiday Weekend


Charley Descoteaux here, thanks for visiting me on my Holiday Weekend tour! I’m thrilled to be visiting the Dreamspinner blog to talk about the playlist for my holiday story, Book Five in the Buchanan House series.

Holiday Weekend is a Christmas story but it begins a couple of weeks before Halloween. In fact, Ryan and Glenn have their first date on Halloween. Their date starts at Portland’s Pioneer Square where they join a crowd in zombie costumes, gathered to dance to Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” before a Zombie Walk through the streets of Portland.

As always, music played a big part in the writing of this book. I love music and it always inspires me. Here is the playlist for Holiday Weekend and an excerpt.


Thriller”, Michael Jackson: Of course I had to listen to this song to get in the mood for writing the zombie dance scene! It’s a classic.


Let’s Dance” by David Bowie is the song playing when the guys make it to the all-ages club where they dance on their first date.


What I Like About You” by The Romantics is playing when Ryan almost makes his move on Glenn. ;) It’s a fun song to dance to—anyone remember the Pogo?


Ryan and Glenn both love to dance and most of their dates include at least a little dancing. For some reason I’ve always pictured them dancing to 80s music—Bowie, Oasis, NXS, Depeche Mode.


Do you have a song from the 80s you like to dance to?


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To find out about the Christmas music in Holiday Weekend, check out yesterday’s post at Aisling Mancy’s blog!


The Buchanan House series is best read in order, so if you need to catch up to enjoy Holiday Weekend, I’ve got you covered. I’ve arranged to have books 1, 3 & 4 priced at .99 during release weekend! Buchanan House, Tiny House, and Safe House are this week’s Weekend Reads! Book #2 is always free at the Dreamspinner store, so that means you can grab the whole series for only $7.96 on release weekend!

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Tour Dates and Stops:

Dec. 15: Aisling Mancy

Dec. 16: Dreamspinner Blog

Dec. 19: All Romance eBooks Featured Author, The Novel Approach

Dec. 20: Hearts on Fire

Dec. 21: Sinfully Gay Romance Book Reviews

Dec. 23: Joyfully Jay

Dec. 27: MM Good Book Reviews

Dec. 29: Love Bytes


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Holiday Weekend by Charley Descoteaux



Ryan Orchard moved from small-town Idaho to Portland almost two years ago and still feels like a hick. When Paulie Nesbitt dumped him, he wasn’t even surprised. Despite losing twenty-five pounds since then, Ryan’s confidence is nonexistent and his life has stalled. Not only is he convinced the career he wants is beyond his reach, he’s given up on relationships. A new job at a familiar restaurant—and his gorgeous coworker—could be just what Ryan needs to believe in himself again.

Glenn Hernandez might be the only nineteen-year-old in Portland who dreads his days off. Between his horrible housing situation and the ever-present temptation to crawl back into the bottle, Glenn prefers to keep busy. He volunteers at the Elliott Foundation House, a homeless shelter helping LGBTQ sex workers. As an alum of the shelter, Glenn finds it hard to leave his past behind. But when the new server at the trendy restaurant where he works catches Glenn’s eye and works his way into his heart, Glenn finally has a reason to start a new life.



Two days before Halloween, Glenn cornered me in the alley at the end of our shift. I had taken out the trash, and when I turned to go inside, Glenn was leaning in the doorway.

“What are you doing for Halloween?”

Damn, even that sounded naughty. “Nothing.”

“You feel like changing those plans?” Glenn pushed off from the doorjamb and stepped out into the alley. “How do you feel about zombies?”

“What?” I laughed, and finally the tension I’d been holding onto since that night at Kel’s place broke. “Zombies?”

“Yeah. There’s a Zombie Walk, but first they’re going to dance in Pioneer Square.”

Oh, yeah. Glenn dancing is something I’m up for. Literally, it would seem.

“Do you have a costume?” I took a few steps toward the door, and by the look on Glenn’s face, he’d noticed the way my body was reacting to the conversation.

Glenn snickered. “Not really. I figure they won’t care too much if some of the zombies are fresher than others.”

“I’m game.”

“Good.” Glenn walked right up and into my personal space. He looked up, and his heavy-lidded eyes said maybe he was feeling something too. “I know an all-ages dance party after. If it rains, we can still dance.”

“Yeah. That sounds good.”

Glenn held my gaze for another long moment, and the charge in the air between us had goose bumps rising on my arms. I wanted to touch Glenn (way more than just touch, although that would be a good start), but we were standing in the alley behind the restaurant. It would be even worse to only get a taste and then struggle through the rest of the day, so I stepped back. Just a half step, not enough so it would look like I didn’t want to be near Glenn.

“Then it’s a date.” Glenn winked and went inside.

I watched him go for a few steps and then followed.


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Charley Descoteaux

About the Author:

Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her sleep once in a while. Charley grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area during a drought, and found her true home in the soggy Pacific Northwest. She has survived earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods, but couldn’t make it through one day without stories.

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Series: Buchanan House
Book Number: 5
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date:  December 16, 2016
Pages:  125
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase