Release Day Blitz – A E Via -Defined by Deceit


AE VIA Release Day Tour


Today I’m thrilled to welcome A E Via to my humble blog. A E, I have to say I LOVE your cover, very sexy and definitely draws me in. This book is going on my TBR list and will probably take preference over the others on the Kindle. The story of Llew and Shane sounds delicious.

I actually had a crush on a boy called Llewellyn when I was in primary school. We were in a play together and I said one line which I will always remember:

‘Come, Sam, let us run away. Then perhaps they’ll come and play.”

I have no idea what the play was about; it was a long time ago. I got to kiss Llewellyn on the the cheek :) And hold his hand.

Anyway enough reminiscing….let’s get on with the actual reason for this blog post today. It’s Release Day!


~ A.E. Via ~


Edited by: Tina Adamski

Cover Art by: Jay Aheer

PAGE COUNT –  300 pages

Release Date: March 27, 2015



 Life isn’t always fair, and that’s something that Llewellyn Gardner knows about first hand. His life was on the fast track until one night of extreme passion changed everything.

Now eight years later, he’s still living with the aftershocks of that night. Everywhere he turns or runs, there’s another reminder. What the hell do you do when you try to drown your demons only to find out they can swim?

Shane Smith, Jr. owner of Smith Construction, could see the emotional turmoil within his new employee — it’s why he hired him. There was something about the gorgeous, misunderstood man with the overly expressive eyes that came to their small town with a past no one was willing to overlook. Shane could see the good in Llewellyn, and those eyes of his were a clear window to his soul. Shane wasn’t going to let the man live a future of solitude because his past had been plagued with deceit.

Llewellyn wasn’t sure what to think about Shane. After years of protecting himself from being tricked twice, he was now faced with worry again. What would happen to him if Shane didn’t believe his truth, and walked away? Llewellyn wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive being left alone. Again.


“Thinking of going in? Or are you just gonna block the entrance?”

Llew turned at the sound of the sure voice behind him. Since he seemed to tower over everyone he looked down at the pretty brunette with dark brown eyes to match. “Um. Sorry.” Llew mumbled quickly moving out of her way.

“Well don’t be sorry shuga’, just escort a lady inside.” Llew didn’t blink as he watched the lady stalk towards him. Her full chest sat above an extremely narrow waist. It almost looked unnatural. She dressed and wore the amount of makeup that a grown woman would, but her smooth face and approach screamed her real age. She was jailbait if he’d ever seen one. Llew gave her a slight head nod and turned to leave when his elbow was hooked.

“I saw you in the general store applying for a job. You musta’ jus’ got into town, because if not I’d have known, honey. So you got kin here?”


The laugh was an all-out immature giggle and it graded on his nerves. “Cat got your tongue, darlin’”. She moved in even closer and dragged a long red nail down Llew’s arm, tilting her head back to look up at him. “You want me to beg, huh? Come on now, handsome. Escort a lady to a movie… then maybe -”

“Maybe when he sees’ a lady… he’ll escort one.”

Llew diverted his attention away from the overzealous minx that was practically humping his leg and focused on the beautiful man approaching with another guy in tow. His voice wasn’t overly deep like his own, it was a smooth and melodic southern drawl. Like he could be a singer or a poet. He walked with an unhurried gait that was a mixture of ‘I’m in charge’ and ‘you’re on my time, not the other way around’, and Llew found it sexy as fuck. His tall friend chuckled behind him, moving away to purchase their tickets. Is he on a date? No, their demeanor definitely said ‘friends.’

“Mind ya’ own business Smith, Jr. I saw him first.”

Smith, Jr.

The man hooked one thumb in his pocket not the slightest bit fazed at the remark. But Llew was thrown. Was this guy actually gay or was she being a smart aleck? The man gave him nothing to go on. He moved closer towards them and Llew got a nice whiff of his spicy, bold cologne when a cool breeze blew his way. It was an interesting contradiction, because the man’s entire persona said ‘cool and composed’.

“Mosey along, Sallie Ann. Don’t make me ring ya’ daddy. He told me keep an eye on you while he’s gone and I agreed. He’d be rather put out if I didn’t follow through on my promise.”

She reluctantly let go of his arm, letting loose a long drawn out huff of annoyance. Llew didn’t bother watching her walk away. She was irrelevant. With his hands tucked deep in his pockets he eyed the man in front of him with a mixture of curiosity and wistfulness.

“Sometimes a person has gotta’ run interference with that girl. She’s usually not that bad but her daddy’s outta’ town, so ya’ know how young girls can be.”

Actually, not really.

“Hi. I’m Shane Smith, Jr.” he stuck out a large, calloused hand and it took Llew a couple seconds to process that he was going to touch him. Llew shook his hand, his mouth still closed tight as he watched the man’s eyes. They were light brown and full of humor and amusement. He immediately thought that this was obviously a guy who had little worries if any in life. Wait a minute…Smith….Jr. Is he the owner of? He let go of the strong grip on his hand and wished he’d been able to hold it a little longer.

“And you are?”

Llew swallowed before answering. “Llew.”

Those eyes twinkled again and dark brown brows rose up in question. “Llew…just Llew.”

It was a humiliation when a man hated to tell someone his name. But by doing so it meant that they would soon know who he really was. Know who he was classified as. He didn’t want this man to know that, god help him he didn’t. But lying wasn’t an option.  Fuck it. “Llewellyn Gardner.”

So many broke eye contact with him and Llew was more than intrigued that Mr. Shane Smith, Jr. was staring at him just as hard as he was staring back. He didn’t know why he was looking at him that way but he didn’t mind it.

“Now that’s a name.” Smith smiled beautifully.

Llew wasn’t sure if this guy was flirting with him or not, he’d been in a place where flirting didn’t exist for so long, he’d forgotten what it looked like…what it sounded like. The way Shane Smith, Jr. was smiling at him it sure seemed like it. Llew could imagine himself with a strong man like this. A man who was gorgeous but didn’t know it. Not overly done up in fancy digs, he was dressed like a working man but he wore that look well. He appeared simple but confident, like a man that followed his own counsel and was not easily persuaded. But Llew wouldn’t dare get his hopes up. As soon as word got out that there was a newly registered sex offender in their quaint little town, Smith, Jr. might be leading the lynch mob to run him out of there.


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A.E. Via is still a fairly new author in the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her writing embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children.

While this is only her seventh novel, she has plenty more to come. So stalk her – she loves that – because the male on male action is just heating up!

Go to A.E. Via’s official website for more detailed information on how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peak on upcoming work, free reads, and where she’ll appear next.

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Thanks for visiting A E, hope the release goes well and all the best of luck !

New Release – Barbara Elsborg – ‘Falling’


One of my favourite authors, Barbara Elsborg, has a new release out on the 24th March. I invited her to come along to my blog and tell us all about it. It’s a definite TBR for me as Barbara is one of my auto buy writers.

First off, I love the cover. Simple, stark and classic. Now over to Barbara……



Thanks for having me, Susan! Falling comes out on the 24th March and is book one of a two book set .It’s a standalone novel as is book two, Breaking, which comes out on the 28th of July. Breaking is the story of Conrad who’s one of the characters in Falling.

When I decided to write a book about a guy who’d spent a long time in prison for something he didn’t do, I knew Harper would be a difficult guy to love. Malachi is his perfect foil, a guy who loves life with every molecule of his being. He’s the one who has to catch the falling Harper and yet Malachi himself needs saving. The cover is just perfect. I can’t always say that. Oh how I wish I could. But this IS Malachi and if we could see him look up, I picture a cheeky smile on his face.

Book Blurb

Harper is no longer behind bars, but it doesn’t feel like it. Ten years serving time for a crime he didn’t commit have left him shut down, numb, and a frozen wreck over the simplest of choices.

He’s acutely aware of the dark-haired young man checking him out in the supermarket, but he’s too deep in panic mode to even meet the guy’s gaze. Afraid the slightest move will trigger a fall that will never stop.

Fresh off a long-term relationship with a controlling man, Malachi is stuck living with relatives who think he’s a waste of oxygen. The tall guy in the long, gray coat is the first bright spot he’s glimpsed in a long time…though the man’s unblinking stare at a bottle of shower gel is a touch alarming.

Hard experience tells both of them to turn away before lust turns to hopeless attraction, and inevitably to disaster. But once their sparks connect, the arc of electricity is too strong to deny. Even if the cost is too much to bear.

Author Bio

Barbara Elsborg lives in West Yorkshire in the north of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide. (Try saying that fast)

After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop. Her books feature quirky heroines and bad boys, sometimes two bad boys for each quirky heroine, and more recently two bad boys all on their own. She hopes her stories are as much fun to read as they are to write.

Thanks, Barbara, for taking the time to come down and visit. 

You can find out more about Barbara and her books at, catch more of her scintillating wit at her blog on the same site, and if you want to tell her how much you love her books, please, email her!




Susan Mac Nicol = sum of two young pole dancers


Hell, I have to be honest. I was a tad worried when I went up to visit two young, gay, gorgeous, sexy young men who I’d never met before but communicated with on Facebook. Not because they might be crazy serial killers (although I guess there is that too) but because I wasn’t sure what I had in common with them, to keep them amused or entertained. I mean, look at the facts – I’m not young. I’m not gay. I’m not sexy. I’m definitely not a pole dancer, unless you count swinging around a lamp post in the rain belting out ‘Singing in The Rain’. Fred would have been proud of me that one time…..



So off I went in the hope that things would be fine. The guys were eagerly awaiting my arrival. Well, not really. They looked happy to see me though :) We started out at the pole dance studio where Warren trains. and

An impromptu photo shoot was had by all, with my hubby pointing the camera while the guys showed me their moves and I tried to actually look as if I could get a leg over the pole. Jakub is the human flag, and Warren is in the pink tee shirt. I think you can figure out which one is me.

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With the hilarity of me actually participating in a bit of leg over coming to a close, we decided to go out on the town. One a pub crawl actually. I couldn’t tell you the names of where we went; not because I’d had too much to drink but because, honestly, I don’t remember the names- and that was when the fun started.




I’m not a drinker and don’t normally over indulge in the delights of booze, due to a complicated family history involving a lot of alcoholic family members. However; and this is a BIG however; that night I got a little ‘in my cups’ trying to keep up with said young men, and drank enough in my ‘personal spirit level of drinking measure’ to create a lake on which to float the Titanic. I can only hope I did nothing crazy, or make a fool of myself. I actually haven’t asked either of them :) I’m very fortunate that I don’t suffer from hangovers. Suffice it to say I had a lot of fun, as you can see from the pictures, I like to think the guys had some fun too and by the time the night ended, I hadn’t ended up chopped up into pieces and stuffed into a suitcase, so all was good.




And between Jakub (in the green sweatshirt) texting his boyfriend and Warren probably checking his Grindr profile and me checking Facebook (as you do), we managed to have a good time. I learnt a lot about their *ahem* bedroom habits and personal lives and watched my poor husband’s eyes glaze over. What’s grist to the mill to me and the young gents, was a bit of an education to him. I learnt how to say ‘Buh Bye’ with a diva flair, had a few lessons in gay slang and all was right with the world.

We even managed to take a trip down to stand outside Celts, a place that gets mentioned in one of my books ‘Waiting For Rain’ as I had to get a picture of the three of us standing in front of it. Jakub had a bit of a cold, hence the big furry jacket. It’s not like he’s a princess or anything :)  Warren is a tough Leicester lad, so he’s used to the chilly air.


It was a great weekend and I enjoyed every minute of it. There’s something about meeting new people, these vibrant, fun and very cheeky individuals, that kind of makes you breathe a sigh of happiness and hope it happens again.

I’ve given you some details on these two guys, as in their own right, they are professionals, and hard working and ambitious young men who deserve success and recognition. I hope you enjoy reading about them as much as I enjoyed meeting them.

Warren Joseph Allen


Warren designs and builds wonderful websites, and in fact, he’s working with me at the moment to build a very special web site, about which you’ll find about more in due course. He’s also revamping my business website. I’m loving what he’s doing with it.

Warren is a 23 year old lad, born and raised in Leicester, England. He’s a very laid back, yet fun loving, kind of guy who lists “laughing” as one of his favourite things to do. Currently he works as an accountant in industry by day, for a software development company. But, in the evenings loves nothing more than shedding the layers and taking to the pole! He has a very dry, sarcastic sense of humour which is sometimes misconstrued and gets him in to trouble… Especially when he drops a “bitch, please!” into general conversation at work. His snarky quick wit and sharp tongue will have you either crying with laughter or wondering what you’re doing out of the house with that ratchet hair! Under the tough, diva-bitch exterior is a warm heart filled with sound, level-headed, no-nonsense advice for anyone that needs (and asks) for it. He’s always the first to offer a helping hand; he’s nice like that. You can find him on Facebook, Twitter and if you’re very lucky, sometimes on Grindr… He’s single so gentlemen, please form an orderly queue.

I wrote my own bio for Warren…because I could :)

Warren is a 23 year old, happy go lucky, phenomenal bitch with a bit of a thing for his hair. (His bed hair has been known to have people run screaming from the room thinking they have just come into contact with a friendly, affable Yeti.) He’s even cuter in person than he looks on screen and camera and he smells really good too.  He’s good with ladies who have partied too hard and need a bit of gentle, manly support as they stagger to their taxi. Oh and he’s a great shot too, because he can get popcorn into a woman’s bra from a few feet away.

Warren is a number cruncher in the day job but at night he dons a cape and flies the pole. I mean he flies on the pole. Multiple poles. Oh heck, the man poles dances, okay?  Anything else you might have thought of in your dirty, sex fevered brain is a figment of your own dirty minded nature. Shame on you.

No lucky someone has yet snapped up this morsel of sex on a stick; so gents, form a line and take a number. When it’s called, maybe he’ll give you some of his valuable time. Of course, you need to be prepared to be preserved forever in his infamous spreadsheet, notably titled ‘Spread ‘Em’.

He’s a quirky and insanely witty young man with a penchant for drag queens and all things gay slang. He has been known to get himself into trouble with his quick tongue (again with the dirty minds!) and snark. Underneath that diva exterior though is a man with a warm heart and a great ability to listen to people. He’s often put upon for advice and where he can, he likes to think he helps. He’s a whole lot of fun, a person who actually gives a toss, great company and is definitely someone that I’m privileged to know. If I was half my age and he swung my way, I’d be ‘aving him.

He’s absolutely fabulous and I’m really glad we got the chance to be friends. Oh, and he inspired a future character appearing in my Men Of London series, so watch out for that one..

Jakub Kolasa

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Jakub is twenty two years old, and currently lives in Warsaw, Poland. He’s the proud owner of his own pole dancing studio, where he teaches, called Sunset Girl Pole Dance Studio. Jakub has been poling for close on two and half years.  You can check out his studio here:

He’s an accomplished pole gymnast and among his great achievements he counts being the Polish Pole Dance champion, Hungarian Pole Fitness Champion, and came 4th at the World Pole Sport Championships. You can see some of his performances here:

Jakub’s YouTube Channel

He’s energetic, quirky and a great dancer – he has a background in ballroom and contemporary dance- and while he’s always polite, he can be a real snarky bitch when the need arises.  He’s also got the whole ‘Buh Bye’ wave and wrist flick down to a fine art. He’s been with his boyfriend Sebastian for two and a half years and they are very happy together. Jakub has a real thing for having his hair ‘just so’. He’s pretty fussy that way. And you can tell from the result because he looks awesome. :)

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I can vouch for all of the above. Having met Jakub, (oh, and gone drinking and dancing with him) I can confirm that he’s funny, completely adorable and has quite the attitude and sass. His quick tongue and dry humour makes me laugh. And he is definitely a master at the whole ‘Buh Bye’ movement. He tried to teach me but I haven’t quite gotten the hang of it like he has.

I’m thrilled to have met him, and had the chance to get to know him a little better. I hope we get the chance to do it again soon.

And here endeth the saga of romance author meeting pole dancer dudes. I think someone should make a film about it. I hope you enjoyed reading this post, and until next time …adieu.






Book Review: Sights and Sinners by Susan Mac Nicol



Susan Sixty-Five​ reviews Sight and Sinners. ‘This story is in-depth and solid. It encompasses a wide range of emotions and takes the reader on a trip inside the lives of these two amazing men, and also the guys from book one, as well. I especially loved Leslie; Eddie and Taylor’s room mate from the first book, and was so hoping that they were each other’s love interest… at first, but I easily fell for Draven and accepted that Leslie and Taylor could only be friends. I still need a Leslie story though…he is simply awesome.’

Susan, I’m glad you got past Draven’s moodiness ! You can’t always have characters that are warmth and light from the beginning, at least that’s my take on the real world. People are arseholes sometimes, and I like to reflect realism in my books, not tweeting birds, honey and sunshine.:) Thanks for the review and for hosting me on your wonderful blog. And Leslie is next to have his story told, probably towards the end of May.

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Reviewed by Susan65

SMSight and Sinners_4Title: Sights and Sinners
Author: Susan Mac Nicol
Series: Men of London #2
Heroes: Draven Samuels/Taylor Abelard
Genre: MM Contemporary
Length: 200 Pages
Publisher:Boroughs Publishing
Release Date: February 23, 2015
Available at: Amazon and Barnes & Noble
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From Charing Cross to Waterloo, there’s no escaping love.
28-year-old Draven Samuels has a tragic past, but as an investigator with a high-profile London company he now gets what he wants. Tough, sarcastic, and sceptical, he has no patience for lies and even less for people who waste his time. Even if they’re as beautiful as the wild and dark-haired Taylor Abelard. Especially when they’re talking over the body of a murder victim.

Psychic Taylor Abelard is used to people calling him a freak. He can see past events and feel the ghostly vibrations…

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He has the most beautiful eyes…sigh


Well, the time has come. My new release, Sight and Sinners, is the second book in the Men of London series, and will be released on February 23rd. I hope you love the cover as much as I do.

This series is such a pleasure to write. It is challenging in that I am a pantser and don’t tend to plot ANYTHING. Yep, you heard right. I just sit down and hope that the words flow. With a series, however, it becomes a little more difficult to keep track of things and characters so I need to do a little bit more. Taylor (he of the gorgeous eyes and dark hair below) was introduced in my first book, Love You Senseless. He’s a bit of an enigma, a psychic, a loner, a man who finds that other people think he’s freaky and he tries to keep to himself. Of course, everyone knows that is fatal, because when grouchy, sexy Draven comes along, Taylor gets hooked.


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Here’s the blurb in case you want to know more about it.

From Charing Cross to Waterloo, there’s no escaping love.


28-year-old Draven Samuels has a tragic past, but as an investigator with a high-profile London company he now gets what he wants. Tough, sarcastic, and sceptical, he has no patience for lies and even less for people who waste his time. Even if they’re as beautiful as the wild and dark-haired Taylor Abelard. Especially when they’re talking over the body of a murder victim.


Psychic Taylor Abelard is used to people calling him a freak. He can see past events and feel the ghostly vibrations of people close to him who’ve passed on. It’s why he doesn’t get too close to the living. But this time, against his better judgment, despite Draven’s mocking rejoinders, Taylor will get closer than ever before. The mystery surrounding a dead friend will lead the two men down a dark and seedy trail of blackmail and lies. Add in the heartbreak of a family tragedy, and events lead them straight into each other’s arms. By the end of this night, all their demons will have risen—and been banished with the dawn.

You can see the whole cover reveal, the book trailer, and get a chance to enter the giveaway for the book below, the first in the Men Of London series, down on the GGR Promo Grp blog



If you want to read from the very beginning, then may I suggest reading Love You Senseless, which introduces Taylor but is the story of charismatic chef, Eddie (he of the red hair) and moody Gideon, owner of the restaurant where Eddie works.

I do hope you enjoy the series and reading about what the Men Of London get up to behind the scenes and between the sheets…

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.



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

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.




Twitter:  @andrewqgordon




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.



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



Being worth it


The other day these few little words landed in my Facebook Messenger inbox and they were music to my ears.

Just threw away my razor


Now, these words will mean nothing to you unless you know the story behind them. I have found that writing books has brought me into contact with some of most diverse, beautiful, funny and amazing people ever. Old, young, quirky, staid, unusual, comedic and in some cases, downright scary. I have to say I love it all. The people that I find the most rewarding to chat to though are the ones who share things with me that I feel privileged to be part of and humbled that they choose to tell me things and trust me to keep a secret. The young man who wrote those words, let’s call him DA (and he’ll know why), is one of them.

DA lives in North Carolina in the US. He’s in his early twenties, gay and Christian. He comes from a conservative, religious family, attends a conservative University, and faces challenges that perhaps are ones facing other young people but that to him are very personal and unique to his situation. He’s very intelligent, a high achiever scholastically, and from what I know about him (as we’ve never met) he’s a man with a good head on his shoulders and a vision for himself as to where he wants to be in life.

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He also self-harmed (I’m using the past tense because when he reads this post, I want him to know how much confidence I have in him keeping his promise to me not to) finding that somehow, that helped him cope. Being gay, a Christian and sometimes not being able to reconcile the two, taking pressure from his peers at school, his family, about his lifestyle and his sexual proclivity, one he didn’t choose but was born with- those are all tough things to live with. He also has bpd- borderline personality disorder, so he suffers from chronic insecurity and low self-worth.  So he has a lot of demons to face.

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We met via a special Facebook group and he was recommended my books by a friend of mine. He read Double Alchemy one and two (yes, there’s the DA reference ), started messaging me about parts of the books, character motivations and had a fascination with the ins and outs of Withinners and magick. And so an online friendship was born out of a story that I wrote and that he loved. If that isn’t enough validation for a writer to feel that she’s making a difference somewhere in someone’s life, then I don’t know what is.

This post is really about two things. One, the ability of stories to bring people together over long distances and make what I hope are long lasting virtual, and hopefully one day face to face, friendships.

Virtual friends 1The other is to validate this young man’s presence in my life and that of others around him and tell them that they are worth every minute. I was never more proud of him than when he sent me that little message. My family thought I was crazy, enthusing about the courage of someone I didn’t even know. (I’m sure we all face that somewhere in our relationships when the online friends we have become so meaningful to us and others perhaps can’t understand it.) But it’s real. It means something to us.

It can be destructive; we all know this and it’s an area we have to be extremely careful in. People have been hurt this way and it’s a never ending battle to keep the traitorous wolves from the door, and from snapping their jaws and tearing our flesh into shreds. But you have to continue taking those leaps of faith. As long as you do your homework and do your best to confirm the person’s existence, and safeguard your feelings and emotions, you should be fine.

This morning DA messaged me, really excited, because he’s found another young man who really likes him and took him out for a romantic dinner and gave him his favourite chocolates. It is early days but it’s a wonderful, positive start and I am so happy for him. Especially when DA says that he believes he’s not worth it and thinks no one can love him. Someone has just proven him wrong.


So, to my wonderful DA; I have this to say to you. (Forgive me for all my book title references but I thought they worked in this instance –and actually I don’t care if they sound a bit cheesy J)

You stripped yourself bare, and made a start to saving yourself. You, my friend, are definitely worth keeping and anyone should be honoured to love you senseless. The magic of self-belief and self-validation is a powerful tool and should be used in buckets.

And to all the other people out there suffering from the same insecurities and fears – the same applies to you. Every human being in the world deserves love and happiness and is worth every effort to get them there. Believe in yourself and that you are someone unique and that is the battle half won. You have the right to exist and live as you are, regardless of colour, sexual preference, gender, religion or beliefs and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Of course there are some basic human decencies attached to this- the biggest one being my own personal mantra and the old Wiccan rede, ‘And it harm none, do as ye will’.


Taking beliefs and religions to the extreme and condemning and hurting others is so not cool. ‘Nuff said, as once I get on this soapbox, I won’t come down without a fight. Or a strait jacket.

We cannot let the bigots, zealots and small minded people win the battles that may be fought within ourselves and in society as a whole.


Tattoo this fact on your foreheads (I’m speaking metaphorically so don’t rush out and give the tattoo parlours too much business!) so every time you see it, you’ll remember that you deserve everything that is good and fulfilling in life –you deserve to love and be loved.

And on a final note…

Virtual friends

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



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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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

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