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A Fabulous New Anthology from Wayward Ink Publishing

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Title: A Likely Story

Type: Anthology

Authors: Eric Gober, Asta Idonea, Michael P. Thomas, kirifox, Frostina, Lily Velden, Taylin Clavelli, jn olsen, L.V. Lloyd, Louise Lyons

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Genre: Gay romance

Synopsis

 

Suspend rational thought.

Leave logic at the door.

Be ready to roll your eyes and pick your jaw up from your lap.

The tales in A Likely Story don’t let truth get in the way of telling a good yarn.

They might push your buttons or make you laugh.

They may make you scoff or spit out your coffee.

You might even scratch your head in disbelief.

Whatever your reaction, the one thing they are guaranteed to do is entertain you!

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Buy Links:

Amazon US / Amazon UK / Amazon AU / WIP / ARe

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My 5* Review:

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Another fabulous collection of well-written 4 and 5* stories from Wayward Ink Publishing, all of which suspend reality and take you on a magical journey into the realms of fantasy.

Who else hasn’t wished for time travel to put right a past event or the chance to meet a heartthrob film star in real life? I would definitely love to fly on Chimera Air, and not just because of the hot gay men serving me!

In the anthology, you meet a modern day surfing Jonah who finds his love inside a whale, a rib-tickling sex therapist who helps an inhibited couple finally get to know each other. There are tales of love and lust, along with a few surprises, plus a hilarious and surprising believable mpreg story.

From bizarre to hot and steamy, from magical to downright unbelievable, from comedy to tearjerkers, this anthology has you laughing and crying.

As you read, you truly want many of these stories to be true, but if someone recounted these yarns, you would no doubt utter, “Oh yes, that’s a likely story!”

 

THE BIRTHDAY GIFT

Eric Gober

A sexy and mysterious stranger . . .

A luxurious Las Vegas penthouse . . .

And one very bizarre timepiece . . .

It’s gonna be a birthday Nick will never forget.

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A WHALE OF A TIME

Asta Idonea

An Australian surfer and a British Marine Biologist meet in the strangest of circumstances in this tale of Biblical proportions.

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DUDE MAMA

Michael P. Thomas

When button-down biracial lawmaker Cassidy Uematsu meets hardscrabble fry cook Buford “Jax” Jackson, it’s lust at first sight.

They’re only too happy to jump into the sack, and when Jax loses his condom mid-getting-to-know-you, Cassidy urges him forward, damn the consequences. 

What’s the worst that can happen? 

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THE WITCHING HOUR

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When Jeremy was killed in service to his country, Mason lost everything.

Now Jeremy is back…

But is it really him?

Eternity may not be just a concept.

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THE GIFT

Frostina

He searched high and low in the tiny town he lived in, exasperated, sad, and desperate!

He wanted something special for the two most important people in his life.

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JUSTIN GAYLORD

Lily Velden & Taylin Clavelli

A Quaker with size issues

A jock without size issues

And a sex therapist who likes to solve size issues.

Should be a match made in heaven.

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PERFECT

jn olsen

Seeing your favorite action hero on the screen…

What could be more perfect?

Will’s about to find out.

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CHIMERA AIR

Taylin Clavelli

An airline entirely staffed by gay people

Where the customer isn’t always right…

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WIZARD’S SPAWN

L.V. LLoyd

The magic in Aelith was dying.

The only way to restore it was for the King to marry and produce an heir.

Why was he taking so long to choose a wife?”

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THE LAST APPOINTMENT

Louise Lyons

Dr. Glen Wright loves his young male patients – sometimes a little too much.

When handsome Martin Reynolds visits him with a rather personal problem, Glen finds he can’t keep his hands to himself…

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New Release and Guest Post from Edison Hart

A warm welcome to

EDISON HART

Congrats on the new release of the second book

in the

More Than Mates‘ series,

Spotting Jake

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Blurb:

His dreams of Olympic glory came to nothing, but will gymnast Peter Matskevich have more luck in love? Now at uni, when he’s not studying his books, he’s studying the male talent on campus. After a chance encounter in the campus cafe one day, Peter loses his heart to Jacob Bailey — a theatre arts student with long muscular legs and the face of an angel. When Jake doesn’t even seem to notice him, Peter decides to win him over using his biggest asset. But could his big muscles and gym-junkie lifestyle be exactly what’s scaring Jake away?

My review of Spotting Jake

five-stars

Another fabulous novella from new and talented author, Edison Hart. I’ve been looking forward to this story since reading his first book and was thrilled to be part of the editing process again.

Set in Australia with different characters and a new situation, Spotting Jake follows the story of Peter and Jake—one muscular, the other lean and athletic— who become ‘more than mates’. Although they’ve seen each other around campus before, the two guys meet regularly in the university gym, but try not to give away they are checking the other out over the weights and exercise equipment. When they finally get talking, it is clear the attraction is mutual. Friendship blooms as does the lust for each other.

Edison Hart writes from the heart, giving the reader hot and sexily written scenes along with a very enjoyable plot that makes you chuckle at times. The characters are real and the emotions their story engenders makes this novella a fantastic read. I can thoroughly recommend this book.

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Tell us a little about yourself, Edison

The book that holds everlasting resonance…

There’s a long list here, but there’s an unlikely one that stands out — Stephen Fry’s early autobiography, Moab is my Washpot. I read it when I was 16. It was the first book I ever read in which a boy fell in love with (was besotted with) another boy. It wasn’t fiction. It was real. It was the first time I knew I was not alone. I was a boy from the bush. There was no one gay in my life — no real gay characters on television (Mr Humphries in ‘Are You Being Served?’ didn’t really cut it for me). It was a revelation. I was normal. I was going to be OK.

 The film you can watch time and time again…

Being a massive Anglophile, I’m a sucker for all the Richard Curtis films; Notting Hill, Four Weddings and a Funeral, etc. I’m also mad keen on classic Hollywood. But Four Weddings is the one I love the most.

The person who influenced you the most…

My Grandmother. She’s a woman of 82 and my best friend. Our family have thrown a lot of modern problems at her over the years and she’s taken them all in her stride and has shown us all how to love unconditionally. I grew up on a farm and she lived in the house across the paddock — so she practically raised me. I’m in London and she’s in outback Australia and we natter for hours on the phone, just like the schoolgirls we are at heart.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity…

I’m mad keen on architecture. I sometimes go on holidays based around the recent additions to the skyline. And I post photos of them on Instagram, ad nauseam.

The event that altered the course of your life…

I saw Tom Baker as Doctor Who, aged about five, and decided scarves and jackets were the very thing for me. I’ve never seen any cause to dress any other way. Even when growing up in 40C heat in outback Australia.

The song that means the most to you…

This depends on the day, my mood, circumstances. But Elton John’s My Song is a great favourite.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you…

I’m still going to write that full-length novel. Actually I started publishing the More than Mates series in order to sort of “pull the bandaid off”, if you will; I needed to prove to myself that I could write a story to completion. That has worked. I’m much more confident now. Assuming I don’t fall under a London red bus on the Clapham High Street tomorrow, there’s every chance I’ll write that full-length novel before long.

Your early recollections of writing fiction…

I’ve been writing all my life. I remember a classmate and I deciding we wanted to write a book together in the second grade. We worked at it on our lunch breaks, quite studiously. Goodness knows whatever happened to the book. I don’t even know what happened to the girl. But I do know there was a lot less sex in my writing in those days.

The pet-hate that makes your hackles rise…

Hearing people chew. Especially if they’re chewing gum. I mean, that’s just reckless, senseless chewing. One of these days I’ll lash out and stick the end of my umbrella through someone’s neck on the tube in a bid to shut them up and I’ll wind up in Wormwood Scrubs — incarcerated but unrepentant. “Take him down”, the judge will say. “I regret nothing!” I’ll shout, as I’m clasped in irons.

The piece of wisdom you would pass onto a child…

Try to do very little harm. A personal favourite of mine was Paul Eddington, the fabulous actor from The Good Life. He was a Quaker and, in an interview just before his death in 1994, said he hoped “to do very little harm: because most people, I think, do a very great deal of harm”. That really resonated with me. I think it’s something everyone should keep in the back of their minds, in everything they do.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it…

I’d probably touch up hot boys on the Tube. There are just so many of them and at 34 I’m becoming such a dirty old man. (In this fantasy, the boys are into it… which makes it much less of a crime. I’m not actually into sexual assault, I promise.)

The philosophy that underpins your life…

“No pressure, no diamonds”. They are the words of Thomas Carlyle. They’re centuries old but, in my deadline-rich career as a reporter, I’ve found it’s true. I work well under pressure.

The plug…

Edison Hart has published two novellas, Downing Tools and Spotting Jake, as part of the More than Mates series. Both are available on Amazon.

Buy links:

Downing Tools: Amazon.com  Amazon UK

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Hot and fun! A great read.

Trent Hall is an apprentice painter, gay, in the closet, and a virgin. He is also a horny yet self-conscious teenager. He meets his dream guy, “Macca”, a muscle-packed hunk on a building site, and from the first glimpse of his firm arse, Trent lusts after him and wonders if he could be `the one’. Thus follows a mix of humorous and angst-filled scenes as Trent observes and awkwardly pursues Macca, but it soon becomes evident the feeling of desire is mutual.

Edison Hart’s writing draws you in from the start and Trent’s inner dialogue and fears come across as both real as well as amusing. The reader feels for the young guy, face palming when he speaks before he thinks on several occasions, and no doubt cheers him on when he dates the object of his affection.

The erotic scenes are hot and explicit yet tastefully written with passion.
The story is a delight to read with likeable and believable characters, fun and hot all rolled into one. I look forward to Book 2 in this series and further works from this talented author.

Spotting Jake: Amazon.com  Amazon UK

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New Release ~ Review of Cold Feet by Jay Northcote

Happy Release Day to Jay Northcote!

Cold Feet

 Genre: contemporary m/m romance

Length: 32,000 words approx

Release date: Monday 8th December 2014

Publisher: Jay Northcote

Buy links:

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Best friends snowed in together. When the heat rises, will they get cold feet?

Getting snowed in at a remote cottage in Wales with someone he’d fancied for ages isn’t exactly how Sam expected to spend Christmas. His feelings for Ryan are pointless. Ryan’s straight—or so he thought.

Until now, Ryan’s kept his feelings for Sam buried. Why ruin a friendship over what might only be gay experimentation? Playing it cool seems safer, until a cold snap makes sharing body heat vital. In their Welsh safe haven, anything seems possible.

As Ryan’s reserve melts away, Sam wants more than stolen kisses under the mistletoe. But a sudden thaw means making decisions. They could face the New Year together—unless one of them gets cold feet.

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Afterwards, Sam denied he’d started it.

He’d been aiming for the tree behind Ryan, not at Ryan himself, he insisted. But whatever its intended target, Sam’s snowball hit Ryan perfectly on the back of his neck, exploding on impact and sending powdery snow down the gap between beanie and jacket.

After that, mayhem ensued. Snowballs flying as they ran and ducked, laughing and trash-talking each other. They were in a small copse with a few trees and bushes for cover, but as soon as one of them ventured out in search of a new patch of snow to make missiles with, the other would take the opportunity to release a fresh barrage of snowballs.

Finally, frustrated by Sam’s surprisingly good aim, Ryan reverted to his rugby skills and tackled Sam, knocking him full length into the snow with an “Oomph!” Of course, Ryan went down too. But by then he was too wet and cold to care.

They were on a slope, and the impact caused them to roll together, over and over until Ryan wondered if they were going to turn into a giant snowball like characters in a cartoon. But they finally came to rest, panting and laughing as the slope levelled out.

Sam ended up pinned beneath Ryan, laughing out loud. He’d lost his hat at some point in their tumble, and his hair was in his eyes. Snow crystals had caught in it, glinting in the sunlight. His smile was wide and infectious, and Ryan laughed too, dazzled for a moment. Then Sam’s gaze drifted over Ryan’s shoulder and focused on something above them.

“Is that mistletoe?” he asked.

Ryan pushed himself up and offered a hand to Sam to help him back onto his feet. Then he tilted his head back to squint at the spherical tangle of leaves in the bare branches of the tree above them. “I think so.”

Ryan met Sam’s eyes again, then realised he was still holding his hand. They each had gloves on, and Ryan wished they didn’t. He wanted to feel Sam’s skin. They stared at each other for a moment, and Sam licked his lips. They were pink, a little chapped from the cold, and Ryan’s gaze locked onto them. His heart surged, and panicky heat flooded him.

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My Review of Cold Feet: 4.5 stars

Take two guys who are clearly attracted to one another—although one hasn’t come to terms with his feelings for his friend yet— dump them in a remote cottage in the middle of Wales over Christmas. Mix in snowball fights, real log fires, mistletoe, cold beds, lots of cuddling, and things start to warm up between them.  Add a cute kitten and a friendly neighbor, stir in a little angst as they get to grips with their new relationship. Let them stew for a while and then take out on New Year’s Eve. The perfect recipe for a delicious Christmas story.

Another cracking good read and a definite winter heart warmer from Jay Northcote.

(The author provided me with a copy of this title in exchange for my honest opinion.)

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Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her amazing, occasionally ridiculous husband, two noisy-but-awesome children, and two cats.

Jay comes from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content. One day, she decided to try and write a short story–just to see if she could–and found it rather addictive. She hasn’t stopped writing since.

Jay writes contemporary gay romance, usually set in or near her home town of Bristol. She enjoys the challenge of bringing the men in her head to life through her words.

 

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Chapter 9 ~ Part 3.

I tapped on the door and opened it cautiously. Seb was sitting on the edge of the bed stroking Edward’s hair. He looked up as I entered the room, but only glared at me without saying anything. Edward was lying face down with his arms wrapped around a pillow.

Seb continued running his palm over the back of Edward’s head, soothing him. That was my job—I was the one who should have been doing that for him.

I shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other when he didn’t move away from Edward. I felt the strong urge to pull Seb away from him and scoop Edward up in my arms.

“Can I speak with Edward?” I asked instead, trying to speak as gently as I could manage.

Seb thought for a moment, but didn’t leave his side. “Edward, do you want me to leave?” he said, still stroking his hair. “Or do you want me to ask Jayden to leave?”

I felt my heart was in my mouth as we waited for his reply. I don’t know what I would have done if Edward asked me to leave.

Edward mumbled something into his pillow and Seb leaned in closer. “Can you repeat that, baby?”

Baby! What the fuck? A surge of jealousy rushed through me.

Edward turned his face sideways so he was facing away from me, but I heard him say, “Can you give us a few minutes, Seb?”

A few minutes! That won’t be enough time. I wanted the rest of my life with him, not a few measly minutes. Was it Edward’s turn to tell me goodbye?

Seb slowly eased himself off Edward’s bed and made his way out of the room without saying a word to me, only giving me a look that said, ‘don’t you dare hurt him anymore’. He closed the door quietly behind him, leaving us alone at last.

Edward didn’t turn to look at me. In fact, he didn’t move at all. My heart pounded in my chest as I moved cautiously over to him and perched myself on his bed next to him. I wanted to stroke my hand over him just as Seb had been doing, but I held back for some reason.

Edward’s face looked red and blotchy and his eyes were fixed firmly on the wall next to his bed.

“Edward… I’m so sorry,” I started, “please forgive me.” I wanted to hold him so much.

Edward didn’t move or say anything.

“I’m sorry I let you down and hurt you. I didn’t have time to think things through properly. I was so scared.”

“It was so easy for you to say those things to me. You were going to leave me, Jayden,” he murmured.

“Oh, baby, it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I was trying to protect you, Edward. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to you.” My tears were falling once more.

Edward rolled over towards me so he was lying on his back. He avoided my eyes and stared at the ceiling instead. His hair was totally disheveled and his eyes were puffy and red.

“I’m so sorry,” I said again. “Surely you know I didn’t mean anything I said to you. I just had to make you believe the story I was telling.”

“You wanted to end our relationship. I really thought I’d lost you this afternoon. Do you have any idea how much I’m hurting at the moment, Jayden?” he said and finally turned to look at me.

“I’m hurting, too… I hope you can forgive me because I honestly don’t think I could live without you, Edward.” I tentatively reached out for him and stroked some hair out of his eyes. I placed my hand on the side of his head and rubbed his temple with my thumb.

“I don’t want to go through this ever again,” he warned me.

“I promise I’ll never hurt you again. You are everything—you are everything to me. I love you so much, Edward.”

“You love me?” he said almost in disbelief.

I nodded and smiled at him. “Edward, words can not express how much I love you.”

Edward looked deeply into my eyes for a few tender moments.

“So show me how much you love me, Jayden, and that I can trust you,” he whispered. “Make me forget about the past. Make love to me.”

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A Tale of Three Shorts Blog Tour by Taylin Clavelli

Blog Tour – A Tale of Three Shorts by Taylin Clavelli

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A Tale of Three Shorts Tour

gets readers up close and personal with three fabulous releases from friend and fellow author, Taylin Clavelli.

The short stories, Invisible, Sleepwalking, and DIY Delights, will take you from loss and sorrow, to tender love, to laughter, and a deep sigh when you finally reach the end of each tale.

Come meet the men of A Tale of Three Shorts and their stories,

and read about Taylin’s inspiration for Sleepwalking!

Invisible

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Synopsis

What do you do when you become invisible to the love of your life?

Invisible 

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IT’S the small hours of the morning when I walk through the door of our home. The savory smells of lasagna hitting my senses make me close my eyes in delight. Ahhh, beautiful. Just the thought of beef, tomato, cheese and herbs caressing my pallet has me salivating, and my stomach rumbling. Sean sure knows how to look after me. He’s beyond wonderful.

A tidy apartment and a scrumptious meal are superb to come home to, especially after a hard day in the ER, where I’m surrounded by blood, tears and anguish. My feet hardly touched the ground, from the beginning of my shift until the end. My team and I dealt with everything from a saucepan stuck on a boy’s head, to a multiple pile-up, where the rider of a motorcycle caught the worst of it. He sustained two broken legs, a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder. Thankfully, he was wearing all the correct safety gear, which saved his life and held him together. He’ll have a long road to recovery, but at least he will recover. In the future, however, he’ll set off all airport alarms as he passes through security, with the amount of metal now inside him.

Eating my meal, I settle in to unwind.

The next thing I know, I’m shuddering with cold. Dammit, I’ve fallen asleep on the couch again. There’s no blanket in sight. Oh dear, Sean must be pissed at me. I know he doesn’t like it, and if I could catch myself drifting off, I’d move to bed. Except, I couldn’t, and I didn’t.

Looking at the time, I realize it won’t be long before he’ll be up for work. Walking into the kitchen, I flick the switch of the amber nectar machine, ready to wake him with coffee and a cuddle—albeit a belated one.

With drink in hand, I walk into our bedroom. The bed is empty.

Buy the short story:

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Sleepwalking

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Synopsis

Devastated by loss, Matthew sleepwalks through life, existing but not living.

Can someone rescue him from his waking nightmare and help him to live again?

Inspiration behind Sleepwalking

I don’t tend to wait for a call for an anthology before I write a short story. As with many writers the idea for a tale can spring from anywhere at any time. In this case it was when I purchased Adam Lamberts CD For Your Entertainment. There’s a track on it called Sleepwalker, and from the very first line of the song, the story Sleepwalking was born.

I saw a picture of you hanging in an empty hallway.

That line alone created images in my head which lead to a 9k story. It seemed so sad to me that the person in the song seemed to be alone. The imagery made me think about how I’d feel if I lost my husband.

Would I stay in a world of familiarity, visiting old haunts and not move on?

Would I be capable of moving on?

Is there a set, or acceptable time to grieve?

What would happen if I found someone else?

The pictures just wouldn’t go away, and I ended up writing down little snippets of scenes that entered my head as I was about to sleep. The list became quite long which left me little choice, but to write the whole story.

Then I had to find a setting for my story – the most common of which is an office. And although there are plenty of circumstances in which a person can lose a partner, I decided upon law enforcement. The reason being was that they tend to have walls for the fallen, which coincided with the picture in the hallway, from the song.

It dawned on me that in most offices, there’s someone who is always there, who is essentially part of the furniture. That person who no one truly gets to know due to being wrapped up in their own lives, with a different set of priorities. Sometimes it can be a person who has suffered a loss, but after a while those around don’t want to hear about their heartache anymore and so begin to avoid or ignore them. It’s a sad side of human nature. And, I asked myself:

What happens to a person like that when they go home to an empty house; when they know no one cares? Do they grieve for themselves, the person lost or both?

What would happen if someone cared enough to notice and get involved?

What would happen with a little kindness?

Sleepwalking 

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Matthew almost looked like a ghost, too—he was thin and gaunt. The trousers of his grey suit were held up by a belt that, judging by the markings, had been tightened several holes—so, it must have fit him properly at some time. Other than that, he kept clean-shaven. As for his dark brown hair… it had been cut and cut well, because it didn’t seem to matter how many times his fingers ran through it, it looked fantastic.

Yes, I’d studied him quite a lot since I started. I’d noticed him on my first day, and every day since. There was something about him that drew me to him, and yet he’d never looked at me even once—it was as if he were off in his own world, and a sad one at that. I’d never seen him smile, and I felt nothing other than sadness emanate from him whenever I passed by his desk. I didn’t even know the color of his eyes, as they were always buried in a file, or watching the floor whenever he ventured elsewhere in the office. His thick rimmed glasses stopped me getting a sideways peek at them, too. The wide arms hid anything that might expose them to me.

The only thing that elicited any kind of positive emotion from him was his coffee—frothy cappuccino with two sugars. Relief washed over his whole body and downcast face with his first sip, which was usually followed by the back of his hand swiping the foam away from his upper lip.

Yes, I was so intrigued with the man that I knew how he took his coffee. A little stalkerish, I know, but there was just… something.

FOR a few days, I’d noticed a change. If it were possible, he was even more withdrawn than usual, yet no one in the office said a thing, or even seemed to care what was happening with him.

I decided to do something about it.

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DIY Delights

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While renovating his first house with his partner, Mike, Duncan discovers a plethora of reasons to use his favourite word… Bollocks!

DIY Delights  

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Needless to say, once the day came when my life partner, Mike, and I bought our house, no one was surprised when it turned out to be in need of a little TLC. In fact, if it was a trauma patient, it would have been taken immediately to intensive care.

That was when the “Holy fuck, what have you taken on?” version of the word bollocks was used.

The wiring was old. The electric heater was there to cover the hole from an open fire, and the bathroom was a disaster waiting to happen. Walls were covered in fading flock paper, and the banister looked as though it had been leaned on a few too many times. As far as carpets went… ughhh. That was when I found another way to use the word—in disgust. Things were living in the crumbled rubber backing.

The poor dwelling was in a shocking state, considering it was only built in the sixties.

It had its good points, though. The damp course and walls weren’t in bad condition. Only a few parts needed rendering. No roof tiles were missing, and neither squirrel nor bat had taken up residence in the loft. Structurally, the place was sound. All it needed was the home improvement equivalent of some Botox and a serious facelift.

Our house was a little two-story, two-bedroomed cottage on the outskirts of Evesham—a town around a third of the way to Bristol from Birmingham. The town itself wasn’t small, and continued to expand into the surrounding farmland. It’s an area well known for its fruits and vegetables.

Due to the cottage’s dilapidated condition, and lack of sleeping accommodation, we purchased the property for an exceptional price. Beautifully, both of us could see its potential. The electricity source at ground level was up to standard, and so was the basic plumbing. The convenient thing was we had a caravan to stay in while we completed repairs.

We loved the cottage. The first thing we did was give it a name—Gayden.

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about_the_author

Taylin Clavelli lives in the United Kingdom, about 15 miles south of Birmingham, and a short journey from the world famous Cadbury’s Chocolate factory. She’s married with children and loves her family with all her heart.

Her love of books has been a long standing affair, with Taylin liking nothing better than to lose herself in an imaginary world.

Until she met Lily Velden, she never considered trying her hand at writing. However, after talking ideas, Lily encouraged her to put pen to paper—or rather, fingers to keyboard. Since, with a few virtual kicks in the right place, she hasn’t stopped. Her confidence eventually led to her writing an original work for submission.

Her first published work was Boys, Toys, and Carpet Fitters, developed for the Dreamspinner Press Anthology – Don’t Try This At Home.

Now she absolutely adores immersing herself into the characters she creates, and transferring the pictures in her brain to paper, finding it liberating, therapeutic, and wonderful.

Outside of writing, her interests include; martial arts (she’s a 2nd Degree Black Belt in Taekwon-do), horse-riding, all of which facilitates her love of a wide variety of movies. Her action heroes include Jet Li and Tony Jaa—finding the dedication these men have for their art combined with their skill both amazing and a privilege to watch. If pressed, she’ll admit to thinking that the screen entrance of Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow in the Pirates of the Caribbean – Curse of the Black Pearl, and Shadowfax in LOTR, to be the greatest screen entrances ever. Her all-time favorite movies are Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.

The simple things in life that make her day, putting a smile on her face are:

Laughter – especially that of her children.

The smell of lasagna cooking – it makes her mouth salivate.

The dawn chorus – no symphony ever written can beat the waking greetings of the birds.

Social links:

Website / Facebook / Twitter

 

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Hunter or Hunted? by Lily Velden

Happy Release Day to Lily Velden!

A HOT 5* READ!

Title: Hunter or Hunted?

Author: Lily Velden

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Genre: gay romance, contemporary romance, M/M

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Synopsis

Any hunter worth his salt will tell you that in order to capture your prey, there are few simple rules you must follow…

HUNTER OR HUNTED?

is also a part of the LOVE, LOSS, LAUGHTER & LUST Anthology

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Buy the short story:

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Buy your copy and get a bonus short story – Life According to Buddy!

To get your complimentary story, email Wayward Ink Publishing after purchase.

Excerpt:

David

RULE # 1

KNOW YOUR PREY

I RECOGNIZED his type the moment he first approached me—a typical love-’em-and-leave-’em. His kind swoops in, sweeps you off your feet, fucks you stupid, and before you’ve even had time to gather your wits, they’ve pulled up their pants and zipped their flies at the same time as they rush toward the nearest exit.

Now, don’t get me wrong—I have no problem with being fucked stupid. Rather like swapping roles, actually, when it’s the right guy. The right guy being older and more experienced, just like this guy is—but I want to be memorable. I want to be more than another notch on the bed post. You want to fuck me, you’re going to have to earn the privilege, and you’re damn well going to remember it. Fuck, you’re going to want to repeat it… again and again. Whether I let you is another story….

In the interim, I’ll hunt down for myself some cute, but forgettable, little twink to fuck stupid.

Which is exactly what I’ve been doing all week…

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My 5* Review:

A hot, lust-filled short story told in alternating points of view.

William, the hunter, gets to know his prey. He’s the bar owner observing a hot, young, confident, gorgeous red-head with lust and want. He’s used to luring men into his lair to ensnare them. He usually captures and has his way with them—just once–and then lets them go. He’s the love’em and leave ‘em type. For three months, with a silent communication of staring, teasing and winking, he enjoys chasing David. He feels it will make the kill even more satisfying when he eventually captures his prey.

The trouble is David also thinks he’s the hunter.  Younger and less experienced, but even so, he’s aware of what William is up to. David wants to be more than a one-night stand. He’s attracted to the older and deliciously fit barman. He wants him to beg for it! And he wants their experience together to be memorable.

Both men think they are in control. They want the other man to be desperate for them. They flirt and torment, hoping the other will finally submit. But who is the hunter and who is hunted in the end?

A highly recommended read. I loved seeing the story unfold through both character’s point of view.

About the author:

Lily Velden lives on the east coast of Australia, her family having emigrated from Holland when she was a child.

She’s both a left and right brain person, holding qualifications in both Finance and Fine Arts. She tells her friends that her way with numbers will make her a profitable artist and writer… one day.

Lily has always had a love of language and a beautifully crafted sentence, and admits to having a fetish for collecting quotes, poems, and song lyrics. What she won’t admit to is how many notebooks she’s filled with those quotes… Her fascination carries on into her artworks where she often incorporates text. When a shoulder injury slowed down her art practice she decided to explore her love of the written word more fully and began writing. “I’ll paint my pictures with words.”

Not that she’s abandoned artmaking in its entirety—Lily collaborates on the designs for all her book covers.

There are many things Lily loves, here are just a few of the PG rated ones: a good laugh (all the better if caused by a naughty joke), the smell of freshly baked goods and mown grass, a smile from a stranger, rainbows after the rain, and witnessing a promise kept.

Social media links:

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RELEASE DAY FOR ‘SERVICE WITH A SMILE’

 AVAILABLE NOW!

 SERVICE WITH A SMILE

BY

LILY G. BLUNT

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Terry visits a men’s designer boutique, and Ash gives him service with a smile…

Excerpt:

TERRY caught sight of his reflection in the shop window and smoothed down his wind-blown hair. He glanced up and down, slowly checking over his appearance. A smile grazed his mouth. Pleased he’d chosen a tight-fitting white T-shirt to exhibit his firm torso, his dark eyes shifted to the clothing displayed on the other side of the glass. A pale blue shirt instantly caught his eye, as did a cream-colored shirt with a dusky paisley print. He knew both would suit his tanned complexion.
Terry could certainly do with a new shirt for the party later that evening, but that wasn’t the reason he was standing in front of the designer boutique. A flutter of excitement rippled through his belly and down to his groin, making his cock throb in anticipation. It wasn’t the clothing that had this effect upon him, but the thought of a particular sales assistant inside the shop.
It was late on Saturday afternoon, and the shop would be closing within the next half hour. He didn’t have much time to make his move. Terry hoped he’d timed his entrance just right. Peering beyond the male mannequins poised in the window, he searched out his intended target.

Terry noticed two men about to leave so he moved toward the door.  As it opened, an old-fashioned bell jangled overhead and the two men left the premises. They offered him a genuine smile. One of them winked at Terry, who returned the gesture. Terry watched them head down the street, walking hand in hand, for a few seconds before crossing over the threshold. A smile spread across his handsome face because he now knew only one member of staff remained to man the shop until it closed at half past five. The one guy he wanted the chance to be alone with. The one guy he lusted after. Ash.

Buy links:

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SERVICE WITH A SMILE 

is also a part of the

LOVE, LOSS, LAUGHTER & LUST Anthology

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