World Building w/ Kris T. Bethke

January 25, 2018

World Building


Hi everyone! I’m Kris T. Bethke, and my newest release, Ghost of a Chance, is out now. It’s a contemporary paranormal for the Dreamspun Beyond line. And the first of a series.  I hope you’ll get a chance to check it out.

World building is pretty much imperative when crafting a story. Even more so when it’s not a straight-up contemporary. As a reader, I’m pretty invested in world building. When I read a sci fi, fantasy, or paranormal, I want to know how things work. I need to know. And more than that, I want all the rules inflicted on the the inhabitants of the world to make sense and to be upheld throughout the entire story.

World building is hard, but when it’s right, it’s so worth it. And I’ll be honest. That’s one of the reasons that I’ve shied away from writing anything but contemporary romance up until now. Getting all the details down, making sure they make sense and work, and don’t fall apart as the story progresses is a difficult thing to do.

I cheated a little in that regard. My story is contemporary. But it’s an alternate universe, one in which some people have a genetic marker that allow them to die and come back to life. And where others have a gene that makes them predisposed to see to the care of others. This was where I had to put all my skills into play, because I needed to figure out how that all worked.

To be honest, this was easier than I expected. The whole thing sort of fell into place for me. As soon as I figured out that it was genetic, and I could half base things on science, I had an easier time. And opened up a whole other avenue for me to explore, considering the ability was hereditary. And it gave me a lot more to play with when writing the story (and its subsequent sequels.)

And since it was semi-science based, I knew other things as well. Ghostwalkers’ genes regenerate at much faster rate than regular humans. It’s why they can heal fast enough to live again after a mortal wound. They don’t get sick. They live a lot longer than other humans. But there comes a point when the cells wear out, and long about a hundred and twenty or so, they die a natural death. Decapitation or a total destruction of a ghostwalkers body will kill them earlier than that.

Of course, there’s also the anchor gene as well. Those who carry this gene have an innate need to care for others. They have the ability to bond with a ghostwalker if the two connect deeply on an emotional, physical, and mental level. These bonds are incredibly rare. Guardians are anchors who have developed one step farther. A Guardian also develops telepathic abilities they can use to read other people’s thoughts and emotions.

Once I had all those details, the rest fell into place. From there, I could write Blake and Derek’s love story as they navigated their new relationship and tried to balance it with their job. And a whole host of secondary characters to help them on their way.

I’m not one for scary ghost stories, but this book isn’t that. It’s a different kind of paranormal romance, and I hope you’ll get a chance to check it out.


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Only love makes life worth living—over and over again.

Ghostwalker Blake Jones dies every day. It’s his job and how he helps trapped souls cross over. But to return to life, he needs an anchor. His new partner, Derek Scott, is a surprise. Not only is he male, but his appearance belies a caring and gentle heart underneath. Despite attraction and a strengthening relationship, they know they shouldn’t take things further.

But there’s a big difference between knowing and doing.

Their growing love presents a problem, though not the one they expect. Blake and Derek have to decide if they should take their relationship to the most permanent level—an unbreakable metaphysical bond. Doing so offers both risk and unimaginable reward. Can Blake let go of his fears and put his complete trust in Derek in order to have the happily ever after he’s always craved?


Author Bio:

Kris T. Bethke has been a voracious reader for pretty much her entire life and has been writing stories for nearly as long.  An avid and prolific daydreamer, she always has a story in her head.  She spends most of her free time reading, writing, or knitting/crocheting her latest project.  Her biggest desire is to find a way to accomplish all three tasks at one time.  A classic muscle car will always turn her head, and naps on the weekend are one of her greatest guilty pleasures.  She lives in a converted attic with a way too fluffy cat and the voices in her head.  She’ll tell you she thinks that’s a pretty good deal. Kris believes that love is love, no matter the gender of people involved, and that all love deserves to be celebrated.

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Creative Collaboration w/ Jeff & Will + Giveaway

January 23, 2018

creative collaboration


Thank you for joining us here on Dreamspinner’s blog as the tour for The Hockey Player’s Heart continues. This book marks our first collaboration on a novel as co-authors. Will has worked with Jeff as a beta reader, editor and sounding board for several years. The Hockey Player’s Heart, however, is the first time we’ve written a book from start to finish together.

This feel-good, second chance romance, part of Dreamspinner’s Dreamspun Desires line, was a great chance for us to  work together. The line, which focuses on the swoon-worthy tropes of classic category romance, quickly became where we turned our focus as a project that we could create together.

Creative collaboration can be a tricky thing, but we’ve found our groove. It started with coming up with a trilogy of stories in a connected universe followed by developing characters along with deciding on tropes and basic plot. We needed enough to pitch Lynn West on our idea. Thankfully we got the nod to go ahead and write.

We enjoyed digging in and creating Caleb and Aaron’s story for The Hockey Player’s Heart – what made Caleb and Aaron tick and the details of their second chance. Putting a pro hockey player and a grade school teacher together proved challenging occasionally, but we’re happy with the results and hope you will be too.

As this book comes out, we’re refining our process so that it’s smoother as we work on the story in the series. And even beyond this trilogy, we’re looking at more category romances to write because we enjoy working in this particular sub genre.

Make sure you also check out the link to the Rafflecopter because we’re giving away an e-book copy at each tour stop plus there’s a grand prize of an autographed paperback for a US winner or a $10 Amazon e-gift card for an international winner. Make sure to check out all the stops to maximize your chance to win.

We hope you enjoy The Hockey Player’s Heart and would love to hear what you think. If you read it, please consider leaving a review on your favorite site or dropping us a comment on one of our websites.

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Hometown hero. Hockey superstar. Perfect boyfriend?

When hockey star Caleb Carter returns to his hometown to recover from an injury, the only thing he’s interested in is a little R & R. He never expects to run into his onetime crush at a grade school fund-raiser . Seeing Aaron Price hits him hard, like being checked into the boards. The attraction is still there, even after all these years, and Caleb decides to make a play for the schoolteacher. You miss 100 percent of the shots you never take, right?

Aaron has been burned by love before and can’t imagine what a celebrity like Caleb could possibly see in a guy like him. Their differences are just too great. But as Aaron spends more time with Caleb, he begins to wonder if he might have what it takes to win the hockey player’s heart.





Jeff Adams and Will Knauss are husbands, authors, and podcasters based in Northern California. They write gay romances, sometimes together and other times separately. Jeff also writes young adult LGBT fiction. Together they host Jeff & Will’s Big Gay Fiction Podcast, a weekly show devoted to gay romance literature and the pop culture they love.






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E-Flat Inspiration by BA Tortuga (NSFW)

January 18, 2018

E-Flat Inspiration


Howdy, y’all. I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and country music addict.

This story features Markus and Sebastian from Fighting Addiction. This piece is set ten years before the novel starts, but it was the story they wanted me to share.

Much love, y’all.





E-Flat Inspiration (m/m, NSFW)


Sebastian looked across the postage stamp sized stage at the finest son of a bitch that had ever slinked out of West Texas and into Nashville.

Dark and tight, with eyes like buttons, Sebastian was into the man — up to his neck.

They tended to glomp together — songwriters and pickers, solo artists and bands, deep South boys and the Texans.

Fortunately for him, Sebastian was a fucking Cajun and he’d just rub all up in anybody’s business.

Tonight he fully intended to find out all about Markus Kane’s business.

Markus Kane, who was sitting there, head bobbing a little with the music, foot tapping while he sucked back a beer. That mouth was like all the good sins.

Seb was sure that he needed desperately to be introduced to at least five or six sins, immediately if not sooner.

As soon as Bruce Walker finished his set, of course. Seb was seriously considering talking to the man about starting a band. Bruce sounded a little like a goose with a head cold when he sang, but damn, the man could pick, and it sure sounded like he could write a song.

When he glanced back at Markus the man was staring at him, and there was interest there, not just friendly.

He met that look head-on, making the clearest offer he could without getting his ass handed to him.

Come get me, gorilla man. I could use a nice, hard fuck. We could play alligator wrestlers.

Markus stood, those long, long legs moving, bringing the man to him. “You want another beer?”

“Nope. You want to take a walk?” He didn’t need to be fucked up to get what he wanted.

Dark eyes scanned the room, and he knew Markus was making sure no one was watching. It was a thing, and Sebastian understood it. “You know it,” Kane finally said, nodding toward the door.

“Rock on.”

He nodded to Bruce, to Seeley, and then took his Cajun ass out, whistling on the way.

Markus followed, warm and solid behind him, almost too close, but not close enough.

“I got a place. It’s tiny, but not foul.”

“I share with three other guys.” Those pretty lips twisted wryly. “Yours is a better bet, huh?”

“It’s a closet, but it’s my closet and there’s a bed in it.” Thank god, Mamma sent money. Lots of money.

“I like beds.” One hand slid over his ass for a moment, almost like a promise.

“I like fucking. Sucking, too. I’m also not opposed to handjobs.”

A short chuckle came from behind him. “I am not opposed to any of that.”

“Excellent news.” He turned down an alleyway, leading Markus up a short flight of stairs.

“Oh.” When he turned around, Markus was still at the bottom, staring in the general direction of his ass.

He rolled his hips, nice and slow. “Come get it.”

Markus hit the stairs like a locomotive, charging up, reaching him just as he unlocked his little apartment. The big guy pushed him inside, and Seb’s back slapped against the wall, Markus kissing him hard.

He hooted, legs wrapping around Markus’ hips, heels digging in but good so he could rub. The man was like a giant jungle gym. Hard. Hot. Solid.

Markus tasted like hops and barley and pure heat and Seb pushed into it, fucking Markus’ lips for all he was worth.

With a low moan, Markus lifted him higher, hands under his ass.

Oh, Jesus fuck. He loved that — the strength, the power, the need. “More, cowboy.”

“Uh-huh. Bed.” Markus took him right over to the bed, which was sort of central to the apartment, laying him down.

He pulled Markus’ shirt out of the second tightest pair of jeans in history, then sucked in his belly so Markus’ fingers could work on the fly of the tightest.

Markus had picker’s fingers, clever and quick. His jeans were open in no time.

His cock battered its way out of his fly, pushing right into that touch. “Touch me.”

“Hell, yes.” That big hand closed around his cock, pulling. There was nothing gentle about it.

“Fuck!” He rolled up, his eyes rolled back, and he thought seriously about giving praise.

“Hot as a firecracker, Cajun.”

“You know it. Don’t stop on me, now.”

“No.” Markus kissed him again, and it was like eating something too hot, burning his lips. They ate each other up, tongues duelling, and suddenly Markus’ prick was sliding alongside his, fat and heavy, and his hand joined Markus’.

The heat ramped up a thousand degrees, and they were both straining to get to the endgame but he was sure enjoying the ride.

Markus grunted, and it was blisteringly hot, damn near musical, and he dug his thumb into the dripping slit.

“Fuck! Fuck, man. I need.” Marcus really got into it, humping and pulling at him.

“Got you. Got you, come on and we’ll start over.”

“Okay.” Those eyes met his, like two holes burned in a blanket, and Marcus came like a ton of bricks, wet and good on his hand.

His balls drew up, and he curled up, humping in a random syncopation until he lost it, shooting his brains out the tip of his cock.

Markus stared at him, panting, his chest heaving. He was so beautiful that Sebastian knew he was utterly lost.

“Hey.” His smile grew, slow, from the pit of his belly.

“Hey. That was– I could write songs.”

“Yeah?” He reached for a pad of score paper, a pen. “I got a couple of guitars.”

Markus sat up, too, stretching a little before grinning. “Can we get naked to write?”

“Oh, hell yeah. I write best in the buff.” He made a show of looking Markus up and down. “You know, I’m all about inspiration.”

“Well, I’m happy to be inspiring.” Markus wiggled out of his clothes before grabbing a guitar.

He hooted, grabbed his baby acoustic, strumming an E flat. “So, what do you think of Beer-Soaked Heaven as a hook?”



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Country hat act Markus Kane is skeptical when he’s asked to do a joint tour. He hasn’t seen Sebastian Longchamps since he gave up drinking—and since their compulsion for each other nearly cost them both their livelihoods. But Markus’s career is on the downhill slope, while the country-fried Cajun rocker’s star is still rising. His label thinks it’ll be a match made in ticket-sales heaven.

Sebastian knows better. One wrong move and Markus will break his heart all over again. This time he has much more to lose.

Time has changed both men, though, and while Markus and Sebastian try to fight their addictions, the big music industry machine has plans for them that don’t include a quiet retirement. Can Markus convince Sebastian that there are things in life more important than adrenaline and control? And can Sebastian make Markus understand that all he really wants is his music and his man?

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About BA Tortuga:

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. Find her on the web at

How Karaoke Bars Work in China w/ Z. Allora + Giveaway

January 15, 2018

how karaoke bars work in china


Greetings! I want to thank Dreamspinner for the opportunity to share a little bit about me, China and my new release The Great Wall. To celebrate I’ll be doing a giveaway: 3 e-books of Secured and Free, 5 e-books of Finally Fallen and a $20 gift card to Dreamspinner. (Details about the giveaway are below.)


KTV stands for Karaoke TV in China which comes in two variety. One is family friendly for singalongs with friends and loved ones while munching on snacks. The other is a “special” KTV where young women are part of the singing experience. They will pour alcohol, light cigarettes, sing, and see to the businessman’s every need depending on the establishment.

How can you tell the difference? My song loving friends in Suzhou taught me the family safe KTVs are near shopping centers while the “special” KTVs are more upscale looking.

Why are they popular? I was told Karaoke is where people could let their emotions out. I watched my friends become very emotional while singing love songs to their significant others or single friends weeping during songs of lonely and loss. In some cases, it provides a safe place to let out your feelings almost like therapy. Though most times Karaoke is a night out and it’s fun.


The Great Wall Excerpt:

Styx was relieved Li had picked the KTV they went to and not Indigo. This KTV had a family-friendly, cool, space theme. It wasn’t sleazy at all. There was no line of aggressive girls whose sole purpose was to get the customers to buy them drinks while they pretended each singer was the best she’d ever heard. The KTV girls usually harbored hopes of giving the men a completely satisfying experience, either right in their private karaoke room or at the nearby hotel, for tips. In contrast, this establishment allowed wannabe singers to croon in peace without pressure.

The band got there early. Styx enjoyed the beginnings of his first- ever vacation from work. Li and Indigo purchased a room with the minimum time to get them on the right door with the other singers.

Not to waste the money and to kill some time, everyone sang a song. They cheered each other on as they lazily flipped through the automated playlist and watched the bad videos accompanying each song on the room TV.

When Jin’s turn came, he stood and faced the group. Into his second beer, Styx relaxed as he admired how Jin’s golden hair shone and sparkled in the dancing lights that Indigo had figured out how to operate.

Jin surprised him by singing a very sweet love song. His soft voice trembled with emotion as he sang the words while staring directly at Styx.

Styx had heard the lyrics a thousand times before, but they were never meant for him. Could Styx dare to hope Jin meant the words and that they were directed at him?

Staring into Styx’s eyes, Jin sang to him, pouring love and hope into the song.

Styx’s heart expanded with even more affection for Jin. He tried in vain not to blush, though he felt his face heat up.

When the song ended, Jin bit his lower lip and glanced away. He scurried back to the couch and took a huge gulp from his bottle of beer.

Styx needed to let Jin know he returned the affection, but he couldn’t respond in words. He took his cue from Jin and stole Li’s turn.

The relaxation alcohol had given him allowed the luxury of expression. No one said anything, but his friends—somehow in the last few months, Indigo and Li had become good friends—watched him closely as he chose a simple but heartfelt song to sing back. His voice cracked a few times with all the emotion he tried to keep reined in.

Jin’s eyes were brimming with unshed tears by the time Styx finished the song. Styx stood frozen with the microphone still gripped in his hands as he stared at the man he adored, hoping the song conveyed all he might never be able to say.

The moment was broken by Indigo’s low whistle. “Is my Mandarin fucked, or did Styx proclaim he loves Jin more than a mouse loves rice?”

Indigo’s bewildered seriousness made everyone laugh.
“What? Mice love cheese not rice,” Indigo proclaimed.
Li wrapped an arm around Indigo’s neck and pulled him down into

a quick kiss, probably trying to shut him up. Then he said, “Think about it. There’s much more rice than cheese here, Indigo.”

To Enter the Giveaway: Leave a comment telling us have you ever Karaoked? Winners will be picked on Jan 19th.

Many hugs, Z.

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Destiny will be decided by a battle between heart and mind….

Jun Tai “Styx” Wong loves two things: playing the drums and his best friend, Jin. But being a good Chinese son means he can’t have either—he’ll have to marry a girl of his parents’ choosing and settle into a traditional job. His move to the bigger city of Suzhou is both a blessing and curse, as living with Jin makes it harder for Styx to suppress his desires. Nearly dying while trying to eradicate his feelings serves as a wake-up call for Jin, who takes extreme measures to keep Styx safe from harm.

When given a second chance at life and happiness, will Styx be able to claim the future he wants with Jin, his bandmates, and his music? Can love and hope grow with the constantly looming threat of Styx’s parents ordering him home? Great things await—if Styx finds the courage to break down the wall that stands between him and everything he wants.

Author Bio:

Z. Allora believes in happily ever after for everyone. She met her own true love through the personals and has traveled to over thirty countries with him. She’s lived in Singapore, Israel and China. Now back home to the USA she’s an active member of PFLAG and a strong supporter of those on the rainbow in her community. She wants to promote understanding and acceptance through her actions and words. Writing rainbow romance allows her the opportunity to open hearts and change minds.

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Scene Commentary w/ Anne Barwell + Giveaway

January 10, 2018

Scene Commentary


Thanks for hosting me today as part of my blog tour for Prelude to Love, a Dreamspun Desire novel from Dreamspinner Press.

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Finding blog post topics when writing heaps of posts for a blog tour can be a challenge. A friend suggested I flip through the book, see where it opens, choose a paragraph or two from that page, and blog about it.  I did that years ago with a story, and wrote it like a DVD commentary so here goes.

Unfortunately due to my days off since the beginning of the year being stat holidays my hardcopies of the book are still sitting at the Post Office ready to pick up—I hope!—so I opened my galley and chose my excerpt using a random number generator instead.  I’m not including an excerpt with this post as you’re getting an exclusive one as part of the commentary.

“Joel’s very good, isn’t he?” Mavis asked, yet it sounded more like a statement than a question. “I often hear him playing when I’m in my garden, although I haven’t for a few months. I had hoped I’d missed it because I’d been out rather than he’d given up. Talent like that should be nurtured, don’t you think?”

Mavis is Joel’s neighbour.  She reminds Joel of his gran, always knowing what’s going on, but would be the first to offer help if it was needed.  I included her in the story as I wanted to show a bit more of Joel’s world apart from his immediate friends, family, and work mates.  And it’s always nice to know neighbours are looking out for you.

“Yes. He is very good.” Marcus glanced at his watch. He’d been gardening for an hour, his thoughts distracting him for a good amount of that time. Good thing he did a lot of this kind of work on autopilot. Nevertheless he double-checked to make sure he hadn’t targeted anything that wasn’t a weed. He stood back to take a better look and smiled, satisfied with a job well done.

While Joel plays piano to relax and work through whatever is getting to him, Marcus gardens.  I liked the way they’re different, but in some ways the same in that.

“You’ve been working hard.” Mavis nodded approvingly. “If I get to the point where I can’t do my own gardening, I’ll keep you in mind.”

This is a reminder that although Marcus enjoys being outside and what he does for a living, it is still his job.  The fact that he does gardening for Joel because he wants to says a lot about how he feels about him.  Usually people don’t want to continue their job at a weekend, but do something else.

“Thanks.” Marcus didn’t want to get into a discussion about how what he’d done that afternoon was something he’d wanted to do for himself—and for Joel. “I should probably head inside. It’s been nice talking with you again.”

“Thanks. I’d hoped to catch you at some point so I could thank you for your work in person.” Mavis handed him a small basket. “I’ve made some muffins and thought you and Joel might enjoy some.”

This also shows the tone of the neighbourhood, that people are looking out for each other. It’s one of the reasons I like living where I do—we’re still part of a city, but it’s not a huge one so still very personable.  Also, as a side note, I usually make a batch of muffins each week which is why there are muffins in her basket.  Although it’s not specified, they’re blackcurrant/blackberry as that’s what I was making when I wrote that scene, and I have bushes/vines in my garden which keep me well supplied each year. It’s also another case of whatever I’m baking making its way into the story.  Or vice versa. I made several batches of scones a few years ago while writing Cat’s Quill.

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you.” Marcus was surprised by her generosity.

Mavis smiled. “It’s the neighborly thing to do. I’ve kept an eye on Joel for some time now, as he does work so very hard.” She lowered her voice. “It’s lovely seeing the two of you together and knowing he’s got someone like you looking out for him when he gets caught up in things and works too hard. Sometimes you have to help people who don’t help themselves, you know?”

Mavis is very observant, and knows Joel a lot better than he realises.  But it’s not just Joel who needs Marcus as Marcus needs Joel to remind him when he’s withdrawing and not talking about stuff he should be.

Marcus wasn’t sure how to reply to that. Joel hadn’t been kidding when he’d said that Mavis knew everything that went on in their neighborhood. “Thanks,” he said again. “When is the best time to return the basket?”

“Oh, just leave it on my front doorstep. Goodness me, it is late. I’d better go fix dinner. Bye, Marcus.”

Marcus doesn’t know the half of it. Mavis wasn’t in my original outline. She turned up when I was writing  with the comment that those boys need someone to look out for them, and then was in more than just this one scene. I’m reminded of the saying that it takes a village to raise a child. Apparently it needs pretty much that to get these two together too!


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Music speaks directly to the heart.

Two very different men face turning points in their lives after the collapse of long-term relationships….

Joel is a music teacher who knows it’s time to forget his ex and move on, while Marcus runs a lawn-mowing business and has come to Wellington to escape the reminders of a recent breakup. Although they’re opposites, when Joel and Marcus connect, their romance has the potential to hit all the right notes.

Too bad neither of them feels ready for new love.

With family and friends in common, dating is risky—things could get messy if it doesn’t work out. The sweet song of possibility draws them to each other, though, and they share a kiss following a Chopin prelude.  But it will take some practice and perseverance to find their perfect harmony….


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Anne Barwell lives in Wellington, New Zealand.  She shares her home with two cats who are convinced that the house is run to suit them; this is an ongoing “discussion,” and to date it appears as though the cats may be winning.

In 2008 she completed her conjoint BA in English Literature and Music/Bachelor of Teaching. She has worked as a music teacher, a primary school teacher, and now works in a library. She is a member of the Upper Hutt Science Fiction Club and plays violin for Hutt Valley Orchestra.

She is an avid reader across a wide range of genres and a watcher of far too many TV series and movies, although it can be argued that there is no such thing as “too many.” These, of course, are best enjoyed with a decent cup of tea and further the continuing argument that the concept of “spare time” is really just a myth. She also hosts other authors, reviews for the GLBTQ Historical Site “Our Story” and Top2Bottom Reviews, and writes monthly blog posts for Love Bytes.

Anne’s books have received honorable mentions five times, reached the finals four times—one of which was for best gay book—and been a runner up in the Rainbow Awards.  She has also been nominated twice in the Goodreads M/M Romance Reader’s Choice Awards—once for Best Fantasy and once for Best Historical.

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Songs of Love by Scotty Cade

January 3, 2018

Songs of Love


Happy New Year All!

I like to thank my publisher Dreamspinner Press for allowing me to spend a little time with you in the New Year and chat about my latest release, “Someone to Kiss.”

Today I’m gonna talk about the inspiration for the story and some of my novels. “Someone to Kiss” as well as several of my books are inspired by music. Music has always been important to me and a very large part of my life. One of my fondest memories was riding on the back of my mother’s Hoover canister vacuum cleaner as a small child while we cleaned house singing along to greats like Dinah Washington, Keely Smith, Brenda Lee and Timi Yuro. Those artists and songs have stayed with me throughout my life.

In 2016 I released “Only Forever” which was inspired by an old song of the same name. It has been covered by many people, such as Bing Crosby, Nat King Cole, and Dean Martin, to name a few. But my favorite version is by Kay Starr. Here’s a link if you care to take a listen. I first heard the song two winters’ ago while watching an old black-and-white movie and after the first line, I sat up and listened intently. For some reason the song tugged at my heartstrings. It appealed to the romantic in me so deeply, I just had to write about it. The lyrics are very simple but very powerful if you allow yourself to really listen to them. Since then I’ve written two more books inspired by, or titled after a song that touched me. “Someone to Kiss” is one of them.

I’m not sure how many of you listen to country music but “Someone to Kiss” was inspired by a song sung by the newcomer Brett Young titled “You Ain’t Here to Kiss Me.” It’s about a guy flying home alone right after a breakup on New Year’s Eve. We’ve all been there, maybe not flying home, but spending a New Year’s Eve alone after a breakup. Again, the lyrics touched me so much I had to write about it. Here is a link for it as well.

For me, there are two things that I can always count on to trigger a memory or inspire me in some way. A song and a scent. The whiff of a certain cologne on the air can remind me of someone or the scent of a shampoo or soap I used while dating a certain person can always make me think of that person. The smell of certain foods can also trigger an emotion or memory.

Secondly music. OMG! I had an “our song” for almost everyone I dated for any length of time. And still today, I can hear a song and it takes me back to a special time with a special person, or a memory of my parents or my mother grandmother.

Which brings me to my next novel “From a Jack to a King,” which will be released in a few months by Dreamspinner. It was named after one of my grandmother’s favorite songs, sung by Ned Miller. Here’s the link: I heard it on Sirius radio one late night driving from Martha’s Vineyard down to South Carolina. Kell was asleep and it was me and the radio and the song. I listed to every word and by the next day I was writing the story. I hope you’ll enjoy it as well.

Well, I have a word limit to adhere to, so I have to end this now. But it was great sharing a little of me you won’t read about in a bio and I hope you’ll drop a note below just to tell me what triggers great memories in you. Is it a song or a scent or something else? And if you do, you’ll be entered into a drawing to win an ebook of “Someone to Kiss.”

Thanks for spending the time with me and I wish you and yours all the goodness the New Year has to offer.

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Dane McCormick’s job negotiating leases and building out furnished office suites takes him all over the country. He stays until the job is done—and then he moves on. As satisfying as the job is, it leaves him no place to call home and no chance to build a personal life. After arriving in Greenville, South Carolina, for a job, a severe stomach virus knocks Dane for a loop. He finds a local urgent care clinic… and a tall, dark, and handsome doctor who goes well above and beyond his duties to treat Dane. The doctor’s bedside manner makes Dane forget all about his stomach flu.

Carter Baldridge has dedicated his life to caring for others. Since graduating from medical school, he has spent all his time and energy building his urgent care business. But the morning he steps into his examining room and sees Dane McCormick on the table, he realizes it might be time to devote some attention to a part of life he has neglected. The spark is there, but so is a major obstacle in the form of Dane’s peripatetic lifestyle and a bad experience in Carter’s past. Both have to decide if the risk is worth the reward.


Author Bio:

Scotty Cade left Corporate America and twenty-five years of Marketing and Public Relations behind to buy an Inn & Restaurant on the island of Martha’s Vineyard with his partner of over twenty years. He started writing stories as soon as he could read, but just five years ago for publication.  When not at the Inn, you can find him on the bow of his boat writing gay romance novels with his Shetland sheepdog Mavis at his side.  Being from the south and a lover of commitment and fidelity, all of his characters find their way to long healthy relationships, however long it takes them to get there.  He believes that in the end, the boy should always get the boy.

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Slow Burning by BA Tortuga

December 28, 2017

slow burning


Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of all things cowboy.

Cimarron and Zack are one of those slow burn books – the ones were I wondered if they were ever going to spark, but once they did, they shocked the hell out of me with their fire.


I love that – that sudden, surprise spark. My wife and I were having a chat about that – how when that spark happens, we just sigh. There are too many books to list where that happens, so I started thinking movies.

Oh, now that I can do. *grins*

5. Buttercup and Wesley in The Princess Bride. Inconceivable.

4. Bunny and Richard from Desk Set. Lord, I love a Hepburn/Tracy movie.

3. Stella and Dot in Cloudburst. What? You didn’t expect a septuagenarian lesbian movie to make my list? *snorts*

2. Sally and Gary in Practical Magic. *whimpers with joy*

1. Han and Leia, Star Wars. OMG


Much love, y’all.



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Love is a fragile thing, and it can slip through your fingers if you don’t hold on tight….

When Zack Jung’s AA sponsor and friend commits suicide, he’s desperate to hold it together, and there’s only one place he can turn. He calls Josh and Kris, and they take him back to their ranch outside Santa Fe.

A cowboy to the bone, Cimarron Duran cherishes his orderly life and routine. He likes his neighbors, Kris and Josh, but he has less than no interest in the hipster personal trainer who comes to stay with them—or at least, he plans to fight his interest in favor of his solitary life and his art.

But some things are as inevitable as the weather, and when Zack and Cimarron finally come together, they find they don’t want to let go. It won’t be easy, though, for two men with pasts like theirs to forge a happy future together.



About BA Tortuga:

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. Find her on the web at

Holidays Carols w/ Sean Michael

December 21, 2017

Holiday Carols


Hello Dreamers,

With it being the holiday season, I’m thinking of cookies and carols and gifts. Ryan’s favorite carol is What Child is This, while Alex loves I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas.

My favorite is the Huron Carol as sung by Tom Jackson, which I’ve shared the words to below. What’s your favorite?

The Huron Carol

‘Twas in the moon of wintertime
When all the birds had fled
That mighty Gitchi Manitou
Sent angel choirs instead
Before their light the stars grew dim
And wandering hunters heard the hymn
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria
Within a lodge of broken bark
The tender Babe was found
A ragged robe of rabbit skin
Enwrapp’d His beauty round
And as the hunter braves drew nigh
The angel song rang loud and high
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria
The earliest moon of wintertime
Is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory
On the helpless infant there
The chiefs from far before him knelt
With gifts of fur and beaver pelt
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria
O children of the forest free
O sons of Manitou
The Holy Child of earth and heaven
Is born today for you
Come kneel before the radiant Boy
Who brings you beauty, peace and joy
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria


Sean Michael

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With four girls, single dad Ryan Withers has his hands too full to look for romance. He’s not complaining—he loves his daughter and the three nieces he adopted when their parents died, and he would do anything for them. He’s caught off-guard when his mother and daughter conspire to play matchmaker.

Alex Bernot works in disaster relief, his job taking him all over the world for extended periods of time, helping others. He’s staying with his aunt while he’s home, and she sets him up on a blind date. Finding a special someone isn’t really on his mind, but he goes to make his aunt happy.

Ryan and Alex enjoy each other’s company more than either of them expected, and they soon make a second date. Their lives are complicated, though, in very different ways, and soon family needs and their jobs conspire to pull them apart. They’ll need to figure out how to work through the things keeping them apart, but first they’ll have to decide if they even want to….



Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.

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Where Do You Get Your Ideas? w/ Pat Henshaw + Giveaway

December 14, 2017

Where do you get your ideas


Short Order, the 8th and last of the Foothills Pride stories, releases on December 13. When I was thinking about blog pieces to write, I realized that a lot of readers want to know how an author gets an idea and develops it to use in a fictional piece, in this case a novella.

Since John, a minor character in When Adam Fell, is one of my favorite peripheral characters, I knew I wanted to write about him finding his happily ever after. I also already knew from Adam that John had a troubled past, but had finally found himself by becoming a sous to celebrity chef Adam.

But whom could I put with John? For reasons readers will discover in the story, John is leery of tall, dominating men, so his lover would have to be someone smaller, not the tall, dark, and handsome guy of romance cliché.

When my husband and I had a layover for a cross-country flight, we sat in a waiting room where a short, wiry man from the airline went from customer to customer explaining to those who needed it how the airplane’s Wi-Fi worked with their computers. The young man had a quick sense of humor and was very patient. The instructor also had a tattoo of computer parts—a motherboard, some chips, and a screwdriver on one of his his forearms.

His look and his personality traits were perfect as a foil for serious, driven John. But what kind of tattoo would John’s lover have? Whatever it was would have to reflect his passion, just as the computer parts obviously were an integral part of the airport instructor’s life.

A more important question was whom John needed in order to stop shutting himself off from people and be able to grow into a loving relationship. The more I thought about it, the more I realized he needed nourishing and patience. What better person for that than someone who loved plants and saw plants as a way to change the world?

I’d read a piece sometime back about a project to bring plants into inner city school rooms and public housing. Not only would the plants enrich the air, but they also responded to TLC on the part of their owners. In addition, they wouldn’t be an added expense for those who were trying to make ends meet.

As I read the article, I could feel the writer’s passion about getting a grant to put common, easy-to-grow houseplants in at-risk households and classrooms. Wouldn’t John’s perfect mate have this same passion? And John’s need to be lovingly looked after would parallel that of a plant that would produce gorgeous blooms.

John’s backstory, his horrific experiences in San Francisco after his parents had disowned him, came from a tiny article in the Bay Guardian that I’d read years before and that lingered in my mind. Remembering it, I now had all the pieces for my story. Now I just had to sit down and write.

I’m not sure this really answers where ideas come from and how they become a story, but these are the pieces that came together for Short Order.

Do you have bits and pieces running around in your head from things you’ve heard or people you’ve seen that you wish were parts of a book? What are they? Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have somewhere we could all share these snippets?

I’d love to hear from you and am offering a $10 Dreamspinner Gift Card to one randomly selected person who answers this piece.

Happy holiday, everyone!


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When recent horticulture graduate Dr. Fenton Miller arrives in Stone Acres, California, he thinks his only concern is which job offer to accept after spending the holidays working at his cousin’s plant nursery. But after he rents a room from another shorter-than-average man, sous-chef John Barton, Fen falls in lust.

While he’s attracted to Fen, John’s got bigger concerns when two men from his past arrive in town and pressure him to return to San Francisco. Although John tries to stop Fen from getting involved, Fen realizes his lover is in trouble and is determined to protect him.

As the holidays get closer and Fen makes his own enemy, the joy of the season gets lost in the ill will around them. To ensure love triumphs, Fen and John must stand tall to show that short, dark, and handsome is a recipe for love.


Author Bio:

Pat Henshaw, author of the Foothills Pride Stories, has spent her life surrounded by words:  Teaching English composition at the junior college level; writing book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helping students find information as a librarian; and promoting PBS television programs.

Pat was born and raised in Nebraska where she  promptly left the cold and snow after college, living at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and Northern California.  Pat enjoys travel, having visited Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt, and Europe, including a cruise down the Danube.

Her triumphs are raising two incredible daughters who daily amaze her with their power and compassion.  Fortunately, her incredibly supportive husband keeps her grounded in reality when she threatens to drift away while writing fiction.

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Exclusive Excerpt:

[Previously in the story, Fen and John had gone out on a date for a beer at the local Stonewall Saloon, and John had said goodnight with a “See you next time.” Fen’s been wondering when that would be.]

Next time turned out to be a couple of days later after I got back from work. I felt like a tractor had run over me, and I smelled like fir-tree resin. My apartment, on the other hand, smelled like I could eat it. Any doubts I had about John’s cooking ability dried up as I walked into my kitchen to survey my frozen dinner choices. Talk about haves and have-nots. Whatever he was making downstairs smelled delicious.

I was just settling on a Hungry-Man spicy fried chicken and mashed potatoes dinner, a gourmet delight ready to go in six-to-eight minutes, when he knocked on my door. I was so tired I carried my rock-solid dinner with me.

“What the hell is that?” John recoiled, taking a step back and staring at Mr. Hungry-Man.

It wasn’t hello or how are you, so I stood still to get my bearings. I held up the box and peered at it.

“Dinner. Why?” Nothing seemed to be falling out of the box. Why was he getting so upset?

He laughed a few rusty barks, which quickly turned into guffaws. Tears streamed down his face.

“Hey, not all of us are cooks.” I lowered the box. “You need something? Cup of sugar, maybe?”

His laughter tapered off and died. He wiped his cheeks with his fingers, then stared at the tears a minute, surprise shining from his eyes. Finally, he looked at me, his eyelashes stuck together in a few places. “Yeah. I need you.” His voice slid over me like smoky molasses. It slowly dripped into my imagination.

If I’d been less tired, I would have jumped him right there. But while the spirit was willing, the body was wilted lettuce. He’d asked for help. I could give him help. Just barely.

“Sure. Let me take a shower and eat, then I’ll be right down.” I started to close the door, but he grabbed my Hungry-Man and walked it back to the freezer. He shoved it in with the others. His face scrunched in a grimace.

“Just put on some shoes and a coat. You’re eating downstairs.”

My tired brain recorded one more whiff of the aroma coming up from his kitchen, and I did as he commanded. It was next time, and I was sorta ready.

His place, like mine, was furnished in jewels from the past. As I expected, our floor plans were almost identical except he had a front and back door. His fireplace was alight with a warm, cheery fire. His rooms ranged from stately and formal to cozy and intimate. But none reflected the holiday season: no tree, no garland, nothing.

“You should come down to the nursery.” With a groan, I sank into the dining chair he’d indicated. “We can fix you up with a tree and evergreen swags.”

He put a plate in front of me without comment. The best-looking roast beef and new potatoes stared up at me. I started to drool. While he set his plate down and sat, I breathed in the home-cooked meal and then sighed.

“This looks perfect. Thanks. I’d call it pot roast, but I’m sure it has some fancier name.” I was babbling, trying desperately to be polite and not dig in like the starving man I was.

He laughed and pointed to my plate with his fork. “Just eat. It is pot roast. My variation on straight Yankee Pot Roast.”

Even though his eyes twinkled, he said it without a grin. I laughed. In response his smile lit up, and he laughed with me. Now I knew the green light was on. We could become friends with benefits. Or even landlord and tenant with a booty bond. Tonight, if I wasn’t so damned tired and hungry.

We ate in silence. Now I felt more than ever like we were becoming friends.

As I sopped up the last of the gravy with a piece of roll, I looked around. Since I worked in the glut of Yule paraphernalia, I again noticed how beautiful but bare of holiday cheer the rooms were.

“You don’t celebrate Christmas?” I wondered if maybe he was Jewish or atheist or something.

“Not really.” He grimaced. “You’re probably up to your eyeballs with it now.”

I nodded. “I could use your help tomorrow night if you’ve got the time.”

“Sure. With what?” He looked interested, which I took to mean he wasn’t just humoring me.

“I picked out a tree and need to get it up the stairs.”

“Huh?” He sat back and looked like he was studying me. “So even though you work in the middle of the holiday crap all day, you want to bring it home with you?”

I nodded. I wouldn’t exactly call it crap. Besides, who didn’t like the holiday season? Bright lights, often cheerful people, foods and snacks made with tons of sugar. True, a lot of annoying songs, but I could overlook them. One more verse from Trini Lopez, though, and I’d have to shoot someone—probably myself.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Well, you smell good. I’ll give you that.”

I laughed softly as my dick perked up, but I was too tired for any follow-through. “I smell like a fucking Christmas tree.” My eyes were drooping.

“And I smell like a pot roast.” He got up and started clearing the plates and utensils. Ordinarily, I would have helped, but I couldn’t move. It occurred to me I was going to have to go outside and get my ass up the stairs in order to be home. Then I drifted.

As we tackled the stairs, I tilted into him like I was drunk, only I wasn’t. Just so fucking tired. His body felt wonderful next to mine. I could snuggle and sleep on him.

We’d reached the top of the stairs, and I was panting. I handed him my key and muttered, “Can you unlock it for me?”

He opened the door.

I leaned, resting against his back.

“Thanks for dinner, handsome,” I slurred.

Then he turned, and I kissed him, a little sloppy and a lot off center. But I managed to make it lips on lips.

He stepped back, a shocked look on his face, but lust shone from his eyes.


Other titles in the Foothills Pride series:

What’s in a Name?
Redesigning Max
Behr Facts
When Adam Fell
Relative Best
Frank at Heart
Waking the Behr

Jenn Burke’s Fave Canadian Places to Set a Book + Giveaway

December 13, 2017

Jenn Burke's Top 5 Places

Whenever possible, I prefer to set my books in Canada because, well, I’m Canadian. Setting my books close to home is fun, and I don’t see enough books set in the True North. But there are only so many books I can set in the Ottawa area, so here are some other locations I’ve got on my radar.



Toronto is Canada’s largest city. Seriously, it’s huge. At last count, the GTA—Greater Toronto Area—is home to nearly 6 million people, and it’s just as cosmopolitan as, say, New York City or L.A.

The CN Tower in Toronto

Why I want to set a book here: The Toronto area is so diverse. You’ve got upscale areas and rundown areas; harbourfront and countryside (or close enough). You’ve got major business and industry located there, as well as huge national sports teams, and museums, and tourist attractions like Canada’s Wonderland, and…yeah, you get the idea. It’s a treasure trove of a setting.

Any ideas or works-in-progress: A few! I’m working on plotting out a Toronto-set paranormal mystery featuring a demon who broke free of his summoner and a witch-knight with PTSD and a service dog who have to work together to solve a series of murders.


Prince Edward Island

PEI—also known as the Island—is Canada’s smallest province. With a population of just under 150,000 people, only slightly more people live there than in the Ottawa suburb I grew up in! It’s largely a rural community with a focus on farming (potatoes!), tourism and fishing. Fun fact: you can drive from the east point of the Island to the west point in about three hours.

Wind turbines on the east point of Prince Edward Island

Why I want to set a book here: I love PEI with a passion. It’s my favourite place to visit. The pace of life is so much slower than Ontario or other urban centres, so you really feel like you get a chance to breathe while you’re there. There’s a rich history, too—PEI is the home of Canada’s most famous literary heroine, Anne of Green Gables, and it’s the birthplace of Canadian Confederation (kind of like the US’s Declaration of Independence). It’s like a small town in province form.

Any ideas or works-in-progress: I have a sweet contemporary mostly plotted, about a university student who has to abandon his dreams of a mainland career to take over his family’s goat farm and goat soap business suddenly to support his sister, and a school acquaintance who comes to his rescue when times get tough.



Almonte, Ontario, holds a special place in my heart because it’s my adopted hometown. We moved here in 2013, and it was honestly the best choice we ever made. It’s just far enough away from Ottawa to be out of the hustle and bustle of the city, but close enough that it’s easy to access Ottawa’s conveniences, and it still has a lovely small-town feeling to it.


Downtown Almonte, Ontario

Why I want to set a book here: On our first night here, someone told us that Almonte is this really interesting mix of yuppie and redneck—and it’s totally true. You have the wonderful ruralness of the Ottawa Valley and Lanark County mixed with the hipster/yuppy artist vibe of upscale gift shops and galleries. There’s a Riverwalk right next to the Mississippi River (not that Mississippi River…this is another one) where you can watch the water as it works its way through rapids and a couple of dams.

Any ideas or works-in-progress: I have ideas for a couple of contemporaries, one of which involves a sugar shack farmer (someone who collects maple syrup) and his best friend, and the other is about a kids’ hockey coach and the father of one of his players.


Alberta foothills

I spent a good chunk of my early years in Edmonton, Alberta, and the prairies will always have a place in my heart—but some of my best memories come from spending a week at a horseback riding camp and ranch in the Alberta foothills when I was 10 years old. It was an incredible experience.

Why I want to set a book here: When you think of a book set in the West, you normally think of the western or southwest states. Canada has a west, too—one that is often overlooked. I would love to introduce readers to this area that was dear to me in my childhood.

Any ideas or works-in-progress: I have thoughts about a LGBTQIA+ guest ranch set in the foothills. I’d like to write a romantic suspense in this setting, but the plot isn’t jibing for me yet.


Cape Breton

Cape Breton is part of Nova Scotia and is situated off the province’s east coast, connected to the mainland by a causeway. Unlike PEI, Cape Breton is not at all a tamed environment. There are a few farms, and towns polka-dot the landscape, but mostly it’s filled with wilderness and mountains. It reminds me a lot of the Rocky Mountains in Alberta—smaller, of course, but the same level of wildness.

Part of the Cabot Trail in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia

Why I want to set a book here: The wilderness of Cape Breton calls to me. When my family visited this summer, I was inspired over and over again by things I saw. Like a barely visible cabin tucked on the side of a mountain, only detectable because of powerlines and a hole cut in the trees. Or a distillery in the middle of nowhere that uses spring water from the nearby mountain to make absolutely delicious single malt whiskey.

Any ideas or works-in-progress: I had some thoughts on a story set in the same world as The Gryphon King’s Consort, but nothing has really jumped out at me yet. I’ll need to keep thinking about it!

Thanks for joining me on my wishful tour of Canada! If you’ve ever visited Canada, please share your favourite spot in the comments section—and if you haven’t visited Canada, let me know where you would like to visit.


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Love takes flight.

The sudden death of the Gryphon King throws the kingdom of Mythos into uncertainty, and Crown Prince Luca rushes both his coronation and an arranged marriage to a man he’s never met. Eirian is young and idealistic, and while they both want what’s best for their people, their philosophies couldn’t be more different. While Luca believes in honoring tradition, Eirian is determined to infuse modern values into their kingdom of magical creatures. When given the choice between loyalty to his husband and his own crusade, Eirian makes a decision that might doom their marriage.

Still, Luca is committed to making their union work, and that means forgiving his brash consort. But when Eirian becomes the target of a deadly conspiracy, Luca must act fast—or forever lose the chance to explore their burgeoning love.



Author Bio:

Jenn Burke has loved out-of-this-world romance since she first read about heroes and heroines kicking butt and falling in love as a preteen. Now that she’s an author, she couldn’t be happier to bring adventure, romance, and sexy times to her readers.

Jenn is the author of The Gryphon King’s Consort from Dreamspinner Press and the co-author of the critically acclaimed Chaos Station science fiction romance series (with Kelly Jensen) from Carina Press. She’s also the author of Her Sexy Sentinel, a paranormal romance from Entangled Publishing.

She’s been called a pocket-sized and puntastic Canadian on social media, and she’ll happily own that label. Jenn lives just outside of Ottawa, Ontario, with her husband and two kids, plus two dogs named after video game characters…because her geekiness knows no bounds.

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