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Boys of Summer Blog Tour- Sarah Madison

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I’m thrilled to be taking part in this blog tour for my wonderful friend and fellow author, Sarah Madison. I loved this book when I first read it and its’s the one that introduced me to Sarah’s writing. Since then, I’ve ready everything she’s written and let me tell you, it’s worth every word. I wish Sarah all the best on her blog tour and I hope she gets the exposure she deserves.

 

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BoysofSummer[The]LGTITLE: The Boys of Summer

AUTHOR: Sarah Madison

PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner Press

COVER ARTIST: Reese Dante

LENGTH: 200 Pages

RELEASE DATE: December 21, 2015

BLURB: 2nd Edition

David McIntyre has been enjoying the heck out of his current assignment: touring the Hawaiian Islands in search of the ideal shooting locations for a series of film-company projects. What’s not to like? Stunning scenery, great food, sunny beaches… and Rick Sutton, the hot, ex-Air Force pilot who is flying him around.

Everything changes when a tropical storm and engine failure force a crash landing on a deserted atoll with a WWII listening post. Rick’s injuries and a lack of food and water mean David has to step up to the plate and play hero. While his days are spent fighting for survival, and his nights are filled with worrying about Rick, the two men grow closer. David’s research for his next movie becomes intertwined with his worst fears, and events on the island result in a vivid dream about the Battle of Britain. On waking, David realizes Rick is more than just a pilot to him. The obstacles that prevented a happy ending in 1940 aren’t present today, and David vows that if they survive this stranding, he will tell Rick how he feels.

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“I don’t think we’ve got much choice.” Sutton’s voice was grim. “We’re lucky to have that much. Hold on, these trees are coming up faster than I’d like.”

Still fighting to keep the nose of the plane up, Sutton guided the recalcitrant aircraft toward the so-called clearing, the ground rising up to meet them far faster than was comfortable. David found himself leaning back in his seat, bracing his hands on the console as the tops of trees scraped the underside of the plane. Branches swiped at the windshield, and David had the sudden impression of being in a car wash scene as written by Stephen King.

“Duck your head!” Sutton barked. “Wrap your arms around your legs!”

“And kiss my ass goodbye?” David shouted, raising his voice over the increasing noise as he obeyed Sutton’s orders.

Incredibly, Sutton laughed. It was an oddly comforting sound. Like everything was somehow going to be all right because Sutton was at the controls.

The moment of humor was gone in a flash. The plane screamed with the sound of tearing metal and the sharp, explosive crack of tree limbs and breaking glass. David kept his head down and his eyes closed, praying to a God he was pretty sure had more important things to do than to keep up with the well-being of one David McIntyre. Despite being strapped in his seat, his head and shoulder thumped painfully against the passenger side door as the plane thrashed wildly. There was a moment of eerie, blessed silence, and for an instant, the assault on the plane seemed as though it had lifted. Eye of the storm, David thought, just before the plane hit the ground.

Someone had left the window open and it was raining on him. How incredibly annoying. He shifted, intent on reaching for the offending window, when a jolt of pain ran through his shoulder and he gasped. When he opened his eyes, nothing made any sense at first. Then he remembered the crash, and realized that his side of the plane was pointing up at the sky. The rain was coming down in a steady stream through the broken windshield. The sound of the rain on the metal hull of the plane was nearly deafening.

He winced at the pain in his neck when he turned to look over at the pilot’s seat. Sutton was slumped to one side in his chair, unmoving. His sunglasses were hanging off one ear.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” David murmured, hastily undoing his seatbelt so he could reach across to Sutton. His skin was cold and damp where David touched it, and adrenaline pounded through David’s veins as though he could jumpstart Sutton’s heart by sending his own pulse beating through his fingertips. “Sutton! Rick!”

David fought to free himself of his seat, twisting for greater access to the other side of the cockpit. When the seatbelt came open, he fell half across Sutton. Sprawled practically in his lap, David could now see the nasty cut on the left side of Sutton’s temple. The pilot’s side of the plane had taken a lot of damage, and David yelped as he encountered a sliver of glass. Bits of the windshield and console were scattered like confetti over Sutton’s jacket. “Sutton!” The lack of response was unnerving. He tossed aside the sunglasses and worked a hand down into Sutton’s collar, feeling frantically for a pulse.

He could have kissed the man when Sutton suddenly groaned.

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Sarah Madison is a veterinarian with a large dog, an even bigger horse, too many cats, and a very patient boyfriend. An amateur photographer and a former competitor in the horse sport known as eventing, when she’s not out hiking with the dog or down at the stables, she’s at the laptop working on her next story. When she’s in the middle of a chapter, she relies on the smoke detector to tell her dinner is ready. She writes because it’s cheaper than therapy.

Sarah Madison was a finalist in the 2013 Rainbow Awards and is the winner of Best M/M Romance in the 2013 PRG Reviewer’s Choice Awards.

If you want to make her day, e-mail her and tell you how much you like her stories.

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WHY CHARACTERS RULE THE WORLD by Sarah Madison

I won’t kid you, I’ll forgive a lot for characters I love. You know what I mean. I bet you feel the same. If you have a set of characters you love, you’ll accept almost any story about them because you’re dying to have more stories in their universe, you want to spend more time with them. It scarcely registered that the story had plot-holes big enough to drive a Mack truck through, or that the story was fairly implausible, even insipid. As long as you adore the characters, as long as their dialog is snappy and full of chemistry, you’ll forgive them almost anything.

If I love something, I’m usually incapable of seeing its flaws until the third or fourth exposure. In fact, a sure sign that a story or movie hasn’t properly engaged me is if I begin nit-picking right away. Sadly, once a story has lost me, it’s hard for me to enjoy it fully again. If I feel the author or producers are taking the characters away from my impression of who they are, it’s upsetting, to say the least. Character love is why we adore series, and keep coming back for more, long past when we feel the series has grown tired. Character love is what keeps people reading stories they know aren’t well-written and sing the praises of an otherwise mediocre tale.

Frankly, the original Sherlock Holmes mysteries were not all that well-researched or written. Even the most ardent fan will admit the ridiculousness of the idea of training a snake to do its master’s bidding by rewarding it with a saucer of milk. A recent re-read of these treasured stories surprised me in how much of the action is passive, and takes place off-stage. But what we find so compelling about the Arthur Conan Doyle legacy is his creation, Sherlock Holmes. As a character, he leaps off the page, transcending the level of the prose, and becoming one of the most enduring fictional characters of all time. The Guinness Book of World Records lists him as being the most portrayed movie character, and that’s not counting all the plays, novels, and television series that have been built around this character. As an ardent fan, I can tell you I’ve seen and read almost every incarnation of Holmes that exists.

In the same way, the Star Trek franchise stayed alive because of the love of three men: Kirk, Spock, and McCoy, and their starship, the Enterprise. There are Browncoats and Firefly conventions honoring a show that only made thirteen episodes. We quote Ivanova from Babylon 5 (and are convinced the show went downhill when they eighty-sixed her character), imagine ourselves at an Impression on Pern, desperately want to bond with a treecat from Sphinx like Honor Harrington. We write fanfic for our loves because we just can’t get enough of them.

Most of us will never light upon a character that will capture the public imagination the way Holmes or Spock have done. But we authors fall in love with our own characters time and time again, and we share that love with our readers. It’s why it’s so hard to say goodbye to them at times, and why we find ourselves spinning more tales about them when we thought their stories were done. So don’t be surprised if I bring back beloved characters from time to time. It’s because I love them.

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January 4: The Novel Approach :: Gay Media Reviews

January 5: Elisa – My reviews and Ramblings

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January 8: Prism Book Alliance :: Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words

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January 10: Loving Without Limits

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Blog Tour – The Homecoming – J Scott Coatsworth


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Author: J. Scott Coatsworth

Publisher: Less Than Three Press

Cover Artist: London Burden

Length: 20,000 words

Release Date: July 29, 2015

Blurb: When his own world is destroyed, Aldiss and his crew barely manage to escape, leaving friends and lovers behind. What was meant to be an exploratory trip back to the home world turns into a mad dash for survival.

When they awaken from stasis on Earth, which was abandoned by humanity five centuries before, they must quickly learn about their new home. While exploring the region around the ship, Aldiss meets Hari, a shape-changer, whose people harbor secrets that might cost the crew their lives.

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Hari reached the edge of the woods just in time to see Neru crouching to leap at the two-legs. Young fool.

He gathered himself and jumped after Neru, knocking him aside as his teeth reached for the two-legs’ throat.

Neru turned and snarled at him, backing away toward the woods.

Hari stood firm, ears back, hackles raised, and drew the corners of his mouth back to reveal his teeth. Back off, Neru.

The whelp shook his head and grinned with the brashness of youth, until Hari leaped at him and nipped his ear. With a surprised yelp, Neru turned his head, deferring to Hari’s strength. As you say, brother. There was a cockiness to Neru’s look that unsettled him.

The other wolf backed up slowly then turned to disappear into the woods.

Hari caught a glimpse of Mavi watching from the shadows. The old wolf snarled, and slunk off after her son.

What do you seek, old mother? Hari wondered, watching Mavi’s silver-tipped tail flicker into the darkness. It was clear where Neru’s courage and cunning had come from.

Hari turned back toward the two-legs. He was holding a strange stick, not unlike the one that Hari’s grandmother had shown him in the wolf dream.

But it was his face that caught Hari’s eye. He knew that face. The two-legs’ eyes were white-gray, and his jet-black hair was swept to the side.

Despite the danger, he shifted in the manner only a few of the clan are able to do in the cold. He grew quickly taller and less hairy but no less muscled, and stood naked before the two-legs.

They stared at each other for a long moment. Hari felt an immense attraction washing over him. He saw in his summer form that this two-legs was beautiful. His own body responded to this… man… in an unexpected way, seeing and feeling things his winter form could not. Hari leaned forward and sniffed the stranger, drinking in his musk. It smelled enticing. Strangely familiar.

He sensed the two-legs stiffen, and to reassure, him, Hari licked the man’s neck.

The two-legs was trembling now like a young whelp, so he tried something else. He took the stranger’s face in his hands and kissed him.

The shaking slowed, and then the man was kissing him back. Hari was hungry for him, like a starving wolf at the end of a long, hard winter.

It is not the time for this, the keh whispered in his ear.

He broke contact and turned away, ashamed that he was betraying his Clan, and for lust. An emotion of his summer form.

“I’m sorry,” he said to the two-legs, without looking back. “It won’t happen again.” Even he was not sure if he meant Neru’s attack, or the kiss.

He shifted back into his winter form and loped off into the woods after his pack mates.

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Scott wrote a post for us about where the inspiration for this book came from…

My second stand-alone novella, “The Homecoming”, just came out in late July from Less Than Three Press. The story is a bit of a homecoming for me too.

I call it as my wolfman-spaceman story, but it’s really the story of one man’s return to the planet where his ancestors evolved, but that he no longer recognizes as his own.

It also represents a return to the first universe I wrote about when I tried to launch my writing career in my early teens and twenties. Back then, I created world maps, nations, timelines and histories, and even painted my own globe of this new world I called Antana, and I spent more time there some weekends than I did here on Earth.

The seed of “The Homecoming” was a short tale I’d planned about the end of a world, and the return to another one many had assumed had ended long before. I wrote it at a time that I planned to do a number of stories form that universe, but it never really got off the ground.

It’s something I put away for a long time, and only circled back to last year, in response to an anthology call from Less Than Three Press.

You know how sometimes stories aren’t ready to be told? Well, this one is finally ready, even if the finished piece bears little resemblance to where I started, so many years ago.

They say you can never go home again. Well, that’s almost right. You can go home again. It just may not be your home anymore.

 

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Scott has been writing since elementary school, when he and won a University of Arizona writing contest in 4th grade for his first sci-fi story (with illustrations!). He finished his first novel in his mid-twenties, but after seeing it rejected by ten publishers, he gave up on writing for a while.

Over the ensuing years, he came back to it periodically, but it never stuck. Then one day, he was complaining to Mark, his husband, early last year about how he had been derailed yet again by the death of a family member, and Mark said to him “the only one stopping you from writing is you.

Since then, Scott has gone back to writing in a big way, finishing more than a dozen short stories – some new, some that he had started years before – and seeing his first sale. He’s embarking on a new trilogy, and also runs the Queer Sci Fi (http://www.queerscifi.com) site, a support group for writers of gay sci fi, fantasy, and supernatural fiction.

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Blog Tour -The Eagle and The Fox – by Nya Rawlyns

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The-Eagle-and-The-Fox-ebook-fullTitle: The Eagle and the Fox

Series: Snowy Range Mystery

Author: Nya Rawlyns

Publisher: PubRight

Cover Artist: Dreams2Media

Length: 93265 words

Release Date: June 9, 2015

Blurb: Kit Golden Eagle is running. From poverty, from abuse. Forced to live by his wits, the Ojibwe teen slowly succumbs to living a life of hate and lies.

Josiah Foxglove is given a second chance when he takes over his family’s spread in the shadow of the Snowy Range. A veteran of the Gulf War, he came back broken in body and spirit.

Marcus Colton buried his long-time lover and best friend three years ago. Lonely and still grieving, Marcus finds solace in keeping his business afloat but that doesn’t help him get through the long, dark nights.

Three damaged souls converge as violence wracks the small community of Centurion, WY. The town protects its own so when Kit Golden Eagle shows up, it’s easy to place blame on the stranger. It looks open and shut, but for Josiah and Marcus the facts simply don’t add up.

Something’s rotten in Centurion, something that smacks of a hate crime…

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Marcus whispered. He wasn’t sure why he did, but it seemed appropriate, although his idea of stakeouts was limited to what he’d seen on TV. The actors always complained it was boring. It wasn’t, not if your stomach was tied into knots, and the whiskey you chugged in a fit of pique decided to revisit you in the form of acid reflux.

Josh hissed through the speaker, “Don’t know if we missed him, or if I’m farting in a stiff breeze.”

“Don’t mention stiff, Foxglove.”

Josh snorted, the sound rocketing through the cab and sending Marcus into a giggling jag. He’d barely gotten himself under control when Josh yelped, “Sunny bitch. I think I see the van. Damn fool’s coming down that mountain dark. Jesus Christ.”

Marcus warned, “Best not to start our engines until he’s made the turn and gets ahead of us.”

“Copy that. I’ll take point. Stay back. I don’t want you running up my ass if I have to stop fast.”

“You’re making it hard to concentrate, cowboy.” They’d been teasing each other, slinging innuendo like hash at a country diner. It had helped diffuse the tension.

Josh murmured, “Here he comes.” Marcus tensed, waiting. “What the hell?”

“What? What’s going on?”

“He just flashed his left turn signal.”

Marcus frowned, perplexed. “That’s kind of dumb. Why’d he do that?”

“Signaling?”

“Signal? Who for crying out loud? We’re the only idjits out here.”

“Maybe we aren’t.”

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Author PicNya Rawlyns has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science.

When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.

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June 9: Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents || Molly Lolly: Reader, Reviewer, Lover of Words

June 10: Because Two Men Are Better Than One || MM Good Book Reviews

June 11: The Purple Rose Tea House || RJ Scott

June 12: Sue Brown – Love. Imperfect. Real. || Elisa – My reviews and Ramblings

June 15: Man2ManTastic || BFD Book Blog

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June 18: Love Bytes Reviews || Sid Love Writes

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Andrew Q. Gordon – The Eye and The Arm – Blog Tour

 

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I’m as pleased as punch to welcome Andy back to my blog again. It hasn’t been all that long since he visited me before but he’s always a very welcome visitor. I am thrilled to see he has a new release, which came out on the 14th April, and I’m holding thumbs, fingers and toes that it will do very well for him. He deserves it.

Andy has a wonderful give-away going on and below you can see the hauntingly beautiful cover and read all about the second book in his Champion of the Gods series. I hosted Andy when he had the blog tour for his first book, The Last Grand Master.

So now we have the intriguingly titled, ‘The Eye and The Arm’ with its simply stunning cover

 

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Title: The Eye And The Arm

Series: Champion of the Gods #2

Author: Andrew Q. Gordon

Length: 99,775 words/296 Pages

Release Date: April 14, 2015

Blurb: Champion of the Gods: Book Two

After defeating Meglar at Belsport, Farrell returns to Haven to recover from his injuries, but Khron, the god of war, has other ideas. He gives Farrell a new mission: free the survivors of the ancient dwarf realm of Trellham from their three-thousand-year banishment. To fulfill Khron’s near impossible task, Farrell will need the help of his distance ancestor, the legendary wizard Kel. But Kel has been dead for a thousand years.

Farrell finds information hinting that Kel is alive, so he moves his search to Dumbarten, Kel’s birthplace. To reach Dumbarten unannounced, Farrell and Miceral disguise themselves as mercenaries on board a merchant vessel. Their journey is disrupted when pirates attack their ship. While attempting to subdue the attack, Farrell is struck down by one of Meglar’s minions.

Unconscious and trapped in his own mind, Farrell’s only chance for survival rests with Miceral and the peregrine king Rothdin entering his thoughts and helping him sort fact from illusion. To reach Farrell, they will need to rely on an untested spell from one of Kel’s spellbooks. If they succeed, Miceral can guide Farrell home safely. If not, Farrell will destroy not only himself, but Miceral, Rothdin, and everyone around him.

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Farrell pointed toward a set of massive doors, held shut by several slabs of stone, each wider than a man was tall. Hallways similar to the one they used radiated around each side of the entrance. “Come on, what we really came to see is this way.”

Farrell led them to a wide avenue directly opposite the doors. Flanked by ten-foot statues of heavily armed dwarves, the portal felt anything but welcoming.

“This place is amazing.” Miceral touched the cool stone almost reverently. “My people lived in Northhelm almost three millennia, and we never achieved anything close to this.”

“This?” Farrell’s amusement leeched into his voice. “You haven’t begun to scratch the surface of amazing.”

Their steps echoed around them as they passed dozens of stone sentries carved with such detail, Farrell expected them to leap off their perches and challenge his admittance. The air felt cooler moments before the tunnel opened on all sides. Their path ended a couple of steps beyond the tunnel, leaving them looking down on an open space. Stairs leading up and down stood empty on both sides. The small globe created tiny twinkles as it flickered over Farrell’s shoulder, but otherwise failed to illuminate more than a few feet beyond the pair.

“Give me your hand. It’s easier to fly than walk from here.”

Miceral’s warm hand touched his, and he laced their fingers together. Slowly, Farrell pulled them off the platform and into the emptiness below. They passed a column as wide as their bedroom, drawing a whistle from Miceral.

“Let me light our way a bit better.” Feeding his globe more energy, he sent the rapidly expanding ball higher. Beyond his sphere, a dim point of light appeared, getting brighter as the globe approached. A heartbeat later, an enormous flash blinded the pair.

Farrell felt Miceral’s hand nearly crush his before the pressure eased back. “Honorus’s balls, Farrell, you could have warned me.”

“Sorry. It’s been a while and I forgot how bright the flash is.”

“What just happened?”

Farrell smiled and swept his arm around the now lit cavern. Visible below, a city larger than Belsport sat in eerie silence. Wide boulevards ran straight and true north/south and east/west, creating perfect grids filled with low stone buildings. A hundred feet above the floor, an empty balcony ringed the entire cavern. Rows of windows stretched skyward, reaching at least a third of the way to the ceiling.

Across from them, at the far end of the city, a wide swath of ground sat empty and unused. Above this open space, temples to the gods stood lonely watch over the abandoned city.

“How’s this for amazing?” Farrell asked.

The smile Miceral flashed him said more than words. “Beyond anything I’ve ever imagined. I can’t believe you kept this from me this long.”

“Hey”—he moved the pair westward toward the temples—“I need to keep a few surprises or else you’ll tire of me before long.”

Leaning over, he kissed Farrell’s cheek. “Never happen.”

Fumbling for a comeback, Farrell pointed up. “To answer your earlier question about the light, there’s an incredible crystal in the roof of this chamber. It is massive, easily bigger than our entire suite. The crystal collects and stores light, then amplifies it before releasing it slowly. My little ball of light will fuel the crystal for weeks if I don’t turn it off.”

 

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April 23: Prism Book Alliance || Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents

April 24: BFD Book Blog || MM Good Book Reviews

 

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Andrew Q. Gordon wrote his first story back when yellow legal pads, ball point pens were common and a Smith Corona correctable typewriter was considered high tech. Adapting with technology, he now takes his MacBook somewhere quiet when he wants to write.

He currently lives in the Washington, D.C. area with his partner of eighteen years, their young daughter and dog.  In addition to dodging some very self-important D.C. ‘insiders’, Andrew uses his commute to catch up on his reading. When not working or writing, he enjoys soccer, high fantasy, baseball and seeing how much coffee he can drink in a day and not get the shakes.

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The Last Grand Master Blog Tour – Andrew Q. Gordon

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When I was asked if I wanted to be part of Andrew’s blog tour I jumped at the chance.

I’ve hosted Andy before and he and I have some fun doing video interviews for each other and sharing a bit of nonsense. The link is right at the end of this post if you want to find out what we talked about.

I have to say that this book looks very intriguing indeed and I have no doubt it will find its way to my Kindle…the cover is simply eye catching and draws you into the book.

SERIES: Champion of the Gods

 RELEASE DATE: 10th February 2015

LENGTH: 370 Pages

BLURB: In a war that shook the earth, the six gods of Nendor defeated their brother Neldin, god of evil. For three thousand years, Nendor and the Seven Kingdoms have known peace and prosperity and Neldin’s evil was nearly forgotten.

But then Meglar, wizard king of Zargon, unleashes the dark magic of the underworld and creates an army of creatures to carry out his master’s will. One by one, the sovereign realms fall as a new war between the gods threatens to engulf Nendor.
Leading the opposition to Meglar is Grand Master Farrell. Young and untried, Farrell carries a secret that could hold the key to defeating Meglar—or it could destroy the world.

Farrell is joined by Nerti, queen of the unicorns and Miceral, an immortal muchari warrior the Six have chosen as Farrell’s mate. As Farrell and his new allies make plans to counter Neldin’s evil, Meglar forces their hand when he invades a neighboring kingdom. Rushing to help their ally, Farrell and Miceral find themselves in the middle of the battle. Cut off from help, Farrell attempts an untried spell that will either turn the tide or cost he and Miceral their lives.

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Klissmor increased speed, moving just behind his mate. Levitating off Klissmor, Farrell reached out for Nerti. Instead of sitting, he folded his legs under him and magically linked himself to the unicorn. He looked back at Miceral, giving him a wink and a smile before facing forward.

His wizard sight immediately found the threat. About seven hundred yards ahead, a score of wizards banded together, ten yards in front of a shield wall that radiated from inside the mountain. They had created a new barrier that would keep Nerti from reaching the gate. After a quick assessment of the shield’s strength, he decided on a plan using what weapons he had left.

Pointing his staff at the spot in the wall he estimated they would cross, he fired a stream of blue wizard’s fire at the barrier. Nine more lines joined his. All ten streams joined just before striking the wall. Farrell locked the energy copies into maintaining the assault, then stowed his staff.

When the enemy returned fire as he had hoped, he smiled. Focusing power from his right hand into his left, he created a multicolored sphere of swirling energy. He raised his left hand into the air, moving the sphere above and to the left of his head. Casting a second spell, he diverted the enemy attacks into the swirling globe in his left hand. He removed his hand, leaving the ball suspended directly above him. As more energy struck the ball, it expanded, getting brighter in the process.

Placing his hands in front of him, shoulder-width apart, he created a second multicolored sphere. He kept it hovering between his hands, siphoning energy from the globe overhead into it. Despite the influx of power, he refused to let the new globe expand. The pressure of containing that much force in a small space caused his hands and arms to shake. As he struggled to keep control, the energy whirled violently inside the globe.

Eventually, the enemy stopped firing. Too late they recognized their mistake.

“Farrell, we draw near.” Nerti’s voice held a note of urgency. “If we collide with that wall, I am not sure we will penetrate it.”

“I’m working on it, Nerti,” he said tersely. “I’m working on it.”

Draining the first globe, he added more power from his own stores. By now, the energy raged inside its container, pulsing brighter and brighter. His entire body shook as he fought to maintain control. He never looked away from the ball, not even to check on the target.

Finally, he let the pressure force his hands apart. The sphere, now glowing white, skipped along the streams of energy from the escorts. As he had hoped, the enemy wizards appeared too absorbed defending against the steady attack to notice what he had been doing.

The globe covered the few remaining yards in a split second. When it struck, the ball detonated on contact, shattering the barrier in a brilliant burst of light. Force met force in a violent explosion, creating a shock wave in all directions.

Riding directly into the maelstrom, the wave struck the energy escorts protecting the small company. The images shielding the group shimmered twice, then disappeared with a flash of light. A grunt escaped Farrell’s lips when his spell dissolved.

The impact and explosion seared everything unshielded in its path, leaving only the charred remains of their enemy. A few wizards survived the shield being blown apart, but they died when the shock wave ricocheted off the shield defending Northhelm.

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The tour is being organised by the wonderful CREATIVE MINDS PROMOTIONS – see link below if you want to find out more about them

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The book itself is being published by DSP Publication and the buy link is below

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Now here’s a little bit about Andy

Andrew Q. Gordon wrote his first story back when yellow legal pads, ball point pens were common and a Smith Corona correctable typewriter was considered high tech. Adapting with technology, he now takes his MacBook somewhere quiet when he wants to write.

He currently lives in the Washington, D.C. area with his partner of nineteen years, their daughter and dog.  In addition to dodging some very self-important D.C. ‘insiders’, Andrew uses his commute to catch up on his reading. When not working or writing, he enjoys soccer, high fantasy, baseball and seeing how much coffee he can drink in a day.

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E-mail: andrewqgordon@gmail.com

GIVEAWAY DETAILS:

There is a Kindle Giveaway as a part of this tour that is sponsored by the amazing DSPP to promote The Last Grand Master. Click the link below to enter and win this amazing prize.

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TOUR SCHEDULE

2/10 – Cate Ashwood

2/11 – Susan Mac Nicol

2/12 – Tali Spencer

2/13 – Shira Anthony

2/16 – M.A. Church

2/17 – Charlie Cochet

2/18 – Raine O’Tierney

2/19 – RJ Scott

2/20 – Sue Brown

Want to check out Andy’s video interview ? Head over here..

Video Interview with Andrew Q Gordon

 

 

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Welcome to Brita Addams’ Timeless Obsession Tour

I’d like to welcome Brita Addams to my blog today on the book tour for her new novel,  ‘Her Timeless Obsession’. Lovely to have you here, Brita and I hope the readers enjoy the blurb about your book, learn a little something about you, read a wonderful excerpt and of course, enter the giveaway!

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A little bit about Britta 

Born in a small town in upstate New York, Brita Addams has made her home in the sultry south for many years. In the Frog Capital of the World, Brita shares her home with her real-life hero—her husband, and a fat cat named Stormee. All their children are grown.

Given her love of history, Brita writes both het and gay historical romance. Many of her historicals have appeared on category bestseller lists at various online retailers.

Musa Publishing publishes Brita’s heterosexual historical romances, including the rewritten and expanded, best-selling Sapphire Club series, each with new titles. Again, each of the titles have again hit the best-selling lists at various online vendors.

Tarnished Gold, the first in her gay romance Tarnished series for Dreamspinner Press, was a winner in the 2013 Rainbow Awards, Historical Romance category. The book also received nominations for Best Historical and Best Book of 2013 from the readers of the Goodreads M/M Romance Group.

Sue’s comment – I read and reviewed this book for The Romance Reviews. I really enjoyed this story and you can see the review here.   Tarnished Gold Review

A bit of trivia—Brita pronounces her name, Bree-ta, and not Brit-a, like the famous water filter. Brita Addams is a mash-up of her real middle name and her husband’s middle name, with an additional d and s.

And now for the real meat of this blog post – Brita’s new novel, Her Timeless Obsession

 

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PUBLISHER: Musa Publishing

RELEASE DATE: 23rd January 2015

LENGTH: 44,325 words

BLURB: A love that transcends time.

Ever the explorer, Honey Danby discovers a treasure trove in her dusty 1910 London attic. Old trunks filled with clothes, journals, and love letters written between two lovers in 1810 entertain her and leave her longing for a time and a man long past. Dressed in an irresistible gown from one of the trunks, Honey discovers a heart-wrenching love story. When she learns that all was cruelly torn asunder, the handsome soldier’s loving words written to his H. catapult Honey into an adventure that defies logic.

When, dressed in a crisper version of the gown, Honey inexplicably awakens inside a rumbling horse-drawn carriage, she discovers she shares the antiquated vehicle with the man who tore the lovers apart. Can she convince this stranger to forego his unreasonable demands, or will history repeat itself on a misty August morn in Green Park?

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GIVEAWAY DETAILS:

Winner gets a $20 Musa Publishing Gift Card

A Runner-up will also be chosen who will win a Copy of any Brita Addams book (Choice of the Runner-up)

Contest Begins: 26th January, 2015

Contest Ends: 31st January, 2015

EXCERPT

October, 1910

 Upper Brook Street, Grosvenor Square, London

During a lifetime spent at Danby Terrace, Honoria Danby, Honey to those who knew her best, had excitedly explored the secret passageways and hiding places that made living in the red-bricked townhouse worthwhile. As mistress of the old pile, she intended to restore some of the old charm the place must have once held.

With an autumnal storm blowing sheets of rain against the windows, Honey answered the call of her curiosity, as she had often done on such days during her childhood. She’d spent hours alone amid the relics of years gone by. The high-ceilinged attic beckoned her to poke around amongst paintings by the dozens, statues, and fine china. She had, over the years, restored furniture used by Danby ancestors and filled the rooms downstairs with them.

“Come on, Maizie,” she said to her less than thrilled maid. “Let’s explore that corner with all the trunks.”
“Yes’m. I’ll get the kerosene lamp.”
Honey changed into a work dress and met Maizie at the foot of the stairs. “I’ve been dying to explore those trunks. What about you?”
“I don’t like the dust. Now, you know that.”
“I know, but think of the treasures we might find.”
Maizie grumbled as she lit the lamp, and the dark attic took on light. With the dim recesses lit, Honey strode past covered furniture, rusted rifles, a patinaed garden bench, and an entire dining room set.
“Look here. How have I missed these in all our explorations?” Honey pulled back the sheets that covered paintings of animals, expressionless people, and admirably executed still lifes, “We’ll take some of these down to hang in the dining room.”

While Maizie stacked the paintings by the stairs, Honey delved deeper into the corner. Against the rough-hewn beams rested an age-stained oilcloth-wrapped mystery that had somehow escaped her frequent explorations.
On creaking floorboards, she advanced on the corner, distracted for several moments by copies of old magazines and a marble bust of a bald, bearded man that looked like her grandfather.
She hung the lamp on a nail in the beam. “Maizie, come help me uncover this.”
As they lifted the heavy cloth, dust motes clouded the airless attic as she and a sneezing Maizie unveiled a life-size portrait, well-preserved in a dull gilt frame.

Honoria slid her finger over the textured deep scarlet of the subject’s uniform, over the braided cords at his shoulders, and then higher. She shone the light on his handsome angular face—square jaw with a hint of a shadow. Unsmiling, he stared straight ahead, as though through the painter. “Oh, my, who do we have here?”
She lowered the lamp to the dusty brass plaque at the lower edge of the frame. With a moistened thumb, she cleaned the filthy piece of metal.

Captain Jeremy Saintaubin, Marquess of Galmore, 1803.

Honey stared at the ribbons on the captain’s scarlet coat and imagined his pride as he received them. The hem of his eternally creased black trousers disappeared into his highly polished Wellington boots. His stylish curly black hair, perfectly coifed, did nothing to soften his stiff, broad-shouldered stance. Honey’s heart skipped a beat when she studied his face. A man’s eyes had always enthralled her, especially those that held a hint of mystery.
“He’s handsome, isn’t he, Maizie?”
Her maid held her apron to her face. “Yes’m.” She sneezed again.
Though the captain’s eyes bored through to her soul, Honey tore her gaze from the visage of the handsome Lord Galmore to root amongst the old trunks that lined a darkened wall and peek beneath dust-laden cloths at the discarded remnants of another century.
A swath of blue drew her attention to a blue-and-cream striped Hepplewhite sofa and matching chairs. “Even at a hundred years old, these are in good repair.”
Maizie batted away the dust and mumbled a reply.
“We’ll take these downstairs. We can clean them up, can’t we?”
Maizie coughed. “I suppose we can.”
“You should keep your face covered so the dust doesn’t affect you like that.”
“Yes, miss.”

With Maizie’s help, Honey tugged the furniture out of the way and settled before the first of many trunks that lined the darkest wall. After leveraging one rusted clasp open, she giggled with glee. “Oh look, Maizie. Old clothes.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Honey sat on the plain wood floor and pulled dresses and bonnets from the trunk—silks, satins, cambric, and muslins in styles that had long since lost favor. “They are remarkably unspoiled.”
Maizie sneezed several times, but she managed a weak, “That’s nice.”
“We need to get you out of this attic. Will you go get Frederick and Paul, and they can take these trunks and that huge portrait downstairs? I want to see it in a better light”
“Yes, ma’am.”
While Honey dug even deeper in one of the trunks, Frederick and Paul appeared. “I’d like to have these trunks, this beautiful portrait, and the blue Hepplewhite furniture taken downstairs. You can put them in the corridor until I decide what else to do with them.”

Honey supervised the removals, prodding as much as she dared, eager to see everything in the stark light of day and electrical lighting.
“What do we do with the portrait, ma’am?” Frederick asked.
Honey ran her fingers through a thick coating of dust. “After Maizie dusts it, bring it and this trunk into my bedchamber. The furniture goes to my drawing room.”

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Guest Post by Brita

One of the most interesting things I’ve ever done is scrounge around an old attic in my family home. My family passed the home down for several generations and each family left behind furniture, trunks, and more, photos and journals that told the story of their time in the world.

In my newest historical romance release, Her Timeless Obsession, I delve into something that has interested me for many years—family history. As a non-professional genealogist, I have researched my own ancestry and gone back many generations. In doing so, I’ve uncovered many stories, some touching and others quite tragic.

In the book, I gave my female protagonist my interest in family history and in doing so, Honey Danby goes to places I only wish I’d gone. Her Timeless Obsession tells the story of a gallant soldier from the Napoleonic Wars and a young woman his sister and mother insist he entertain, with the prospect of offering marriage. Though they do fall in love, their marriage is less than perfect due to outside forces.

Honey, living in 1910, answers her intense curiosity and makes regular forays into her relic-laden attic. There, she uncovers an aged portrait of Regency-era Captain Jeremy Saintaubin, as well as a treasure trove of 1810-era trunks. With the help of a family history, Jeremy’s journal, and touching love letters, Honey steeps herself in what turns out to be her own tragic ancestry.

Have you ever wished you could change events in favor of a more positive outcome? Take back a hastily spoken rebuke, not be in a specific place at a particular time? Change history? So does Honey.

I invite you to join Honey on her unusual journey to save Jeremy and ultimately, herself.

Thanks again for having me here on my Her Timeless Obsession tour. I’d like to invite readers to visit my website, where I have information on my books, as well as writing articles, my blog and on occasion, I host fellow authors.

 It was a pleasure having you here Brita and I wish you all the best with your new release.

Catch the other stops on the tour, and enter the Rafflecopter below for the chance of winning the prize!

Jan 26thSusan Mac Nicol

Jan 27th Bayou Book Junkie

Jan 28thThe Pen & Muse Blog

Jan 29thFoxylutely Book Reviews

Jan 30th3 Chicks After Dark

Giveaway: One random commenter over the course of the entire tour will win a $20.00 gift card from Musa Publishing and their choice of my backlist books. A second commenter, over the course of the entire tour, will win their choice of one of my backlist books. Winners selected by Rafflecopter.

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