Guest Post | The Dragon’s Prisoner by Holly Day

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Hiya! I’m here as Holly today 😊 I have a new story out, The Dragon’s Prisoner 🥳 And you might have guessed it already, but we’re going back to Dragon Row!  

Doing the Dragon Row stories is always fun. I love stepping into this world where a group of exiled dragons are living among humans. They don’t like humans much, most often they talk about eating them (and I told my editor that if I ever write Major the Maneater’s story, he almost has to eat someone). What they do like is gold and gemstones in true dragon fashion.  

This is the third story in the Dragon Row series, but they do not need to be read in order. Some of the supporting characters show up in all stories, but not to the extent that you need to know them.  

The other Dragon Row stories are The Book Dragon’s Lair and Mated to the Fire Dragon if you feel like taking a dive into Edge.  

I wrote this to celebrate Appreciate a Dragon Day, and it isn’t hard to appreciate a dragon. I mean Saxon the Sinful might be an arse who doesn’t give a damn about anyone but himself, but he’s quite magnificent when you look at him LOL  

We have Kasper too, who is a simple thief. He wants to be free of his boss and the boss has agreed to let him go if he does one last job. Kasper has never heard of Edge, and he doesn’t believe in dragons, so why wouldn’t he? It seems like a good idea until he sees Saxon whom he’s going to steal from.  

Check it out if you’re in the mood for dragons!  

The Dragon’s Prisoner

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Stealing from a dragon is bad, getting caught is worse. 
 
Kasper Cobalt is a thief who wants to quit, but his boss forces him to do one last job. He has, of course, heard of dragons, but he isn’t sure he believes in them until he’s standing in front of a guy who breathes smoke and has weird eyes. 
 
Saxon the Sinful is bored out of his mind. Running a jewelry store on Dragon Row should be pleasing. He is, after all, surrounded by gold and gemstones. But he’s also surrounded by humans, and one of them has the audacity to try to steal from him. 
 
After having caught Kasper, Saxon locks him up in his basement. He should kill him, and he might, but first he’ll feed him. He looks hungry. Kasper can’t hang around and play dragon’s prisoner even though Saxon takes great care of him. His boss will kill him if he doesn’t finish the job. Kasper is reluctant to betray Saxon, but a thief and a dragon can never have a happily ever after, can they? 
 
NOTE: The Dragon’s Prisoner takes place on the same street as The Book Dragon’s Lair and Mated to the Fire Dragon but can be read as a standalone story. 

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Excerpt:

Saxon leaned over Kasper, who was kneeling on the floor. His eyes were wide and a scent of fear emanated from him—as it should. 

Saxon growled again. He’d flown home, had entered through the tower, and the moment he’d shifted back to his human shape, he’d heard a sound from the shop. He’d hurried down the stairs without a stitch of clothing on, had been greeted by the scent of human, and had found the door into the shop unlocked. He’d locked it before leaving. 

The rage made him blow out a tiny flame. He had to be careful not to set the shop on fire. Scales appeared on his arms as he fought the urge to change into a dragon. There was no room for a dragon in here, and he didn’t want to shatter the glass displays. 

“I can explain!” Kasper held his hands up in the air, but before he could speak again, Saxon snarled and curled his talons around Kasper’s wrist. He dragged him out of the shop, through the door to his private quarters, and down the basement stairs. 

It wasn’t until they started their descent that Kasper tugged at his arm. Saxon snarled in reply and pulled hard enough to make him slip. He crashed into him, his free hand sliding over Saxon’s bare back before he managed to find his balance again. 

“Saxon. Please.” 

Saxon allowed another blaze of fire to leave him, and for a moment, the staircase was lit. Saxon didn’t need the light, but Kasper gasped, though it could be from the fire rather than being able to see. 

He steered them toward the unnatural treasure cave. He could kill him. No one would look for him in Saxon’s basement, and if they did, he’d kill them too. He could eat him. Maybe humans were tasty. He’d never felt the urge before—he didn’t now either, if he was being honest. He was too angry to eat. Some measly human believed he could steal from him, steal from Dragon Row. 

He pushed Kasper roughly enough for him to fall. He didn’t care. If he hit his head hard enough to shatter his skull, Saxon didn’t care. Stomping out of the cave, he ran up the stairs to the second floor and grabbed a chair, then he grabbed some rope he had on the third floor before he rushed down into the basement again. 

Kasper was standing but hadn’t left the room. Saxon growled, pleased to see him flinch. The way his eyes moved had him suspect humans couldn’t see well in the dark. If he was feeling favorable later, he’d bring down a candle. Right now, he wasn’t feeling favorable. 

He grabbed Kasper’s arm, his claws pricking him through the fabric of his shirt, making him hiss. Saxon hissed too and covered him in a cloud of smoke, which made him cough. Then he pushed him down on the chair, cut a suitable length of rope off using his teeth, and tied his hands behind his back. Next, he tied his legs to the legs of the chair, one at a time. And lastly, for good measure, he wound the remaining rope around his middle and the backrest of the chair. He didn’t think he could get out, but Saxon would keep an eye on him. 

Tomorrow, he’d bolt the door, so he’d be unable to leave the basement if he got out of the rope while Saxon was in the shop. The thought made him grin. He’d like to see him try to escape. 

“What… eh… what will happen now?” 

Saxon stilled. He wasn’t sure. He hadn’t planned any further than this. 

“Saxon?” Kasper turned his head in his direction, but his gaze didn’t lock on him. Saxon kept quiet, and Kasper took a shuddering breath. 

“I… it wasn’t for me.” 

Saxon didn’t care. He’d tried to steal from him. He should be burned alive. 

“Saxon, please. I understand you’re angry—” Saxon cut him off with a snarl. Whirling around, he headed for the door. 

“Wait! Are you leaving me here?” He struggled against the bindings. “What’s down here?” He yanked on the ropes again. “Saxon?” 

Saxon kept quiet and watched him jerk and tug without getting anywhere. 

“Saxon!” There was a note of panic in his voice, and Saxon tilted his head to the side. What was going on? He hadn’t been this afraid when Saxon had been snarling in his face. Maybe it was a delayed reaction. 

“What?” 

Kasper stilled. “What’s down here? I don’t do well in small spaces.” 

Saxon snorted. It wasn’t a small space. It was his treasure cave, and it was gaping empty. Mostly. 

About Holly Day 

According to Holly Day, no day should go by uncelebrated and all of them deserve a story. If she’ll have the time to write them remains to be seen. She lives in rural Sweden with a husband, four children, more pets than most, and wouldn’t last a day without coffee.  

Holly gets up at the crack of dawn most days of the week to write gay romance stories. She believes in equality in fiction and in real life. Diversity matters. Representation matters. Visibility matters. We can change the world one story at the time.  

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Guest Post | Impeccable Credentials by Ellie Thomas

The first guest of the year is the lovely Ellie Thomas 🥰 She’s here to talk about her latest release, Impeccable Credentials. Welcome Ellie!

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Thanks, lovely Ofelia, for having me as your guest again! I’m Ellie, and I write MM Historical Romance novellas. Today I’m chatting about my Impeccable Credentials, my new 25k word novella, currently in the 20% off new release sale at JMS Books until January 12th.

This is the third story in my Town Bronze series and focuses on Julian Buchanan, the final member of my ensemble to find love. On the surface, Julian is the most privileged of my trio. He is from a noble family and has social standing and the prospect of inherited wealth. Added to that, he’s good looking and athletic. But in Impeccable Credentials, we learn about the uneasy compromises Julian has made beneath that enviable surface.

Julian knows that he is expected to marry in the pattern of his older siblings and that his prospective wife will be chosen by his cold and ambitious father, Sir Roger. Julian is astute aware enough to realise he is not attracted to women. He also has the self-preservation to hide that fact.

He assumes that he will eventually go through with his father’s plans but has still some time to adjust. However, when Sir Roger orders Julian to pay urgent court to a young heiress with almost immediate marriage in mind that causes him great inner turmoil. This strain causes Julian to act on his attraction to Rafe Ingles, an educator and intellectual radical, resulting in mutual discovery and a slim chance of happiness.

Julian has come a long way from the polished figurehead in Town Bronze the first novella in the series. The cracks start to show in book 2, Pantaloons and Petticoats as a result of his father’s orders. In Impeccable Credentials, Julian is faced with an impossible decision between duty and love. However, this is not clear cut, and there are huge personal risks and no easy answers. If he takes the wrong step, he might lose all his worldly standing and drive away the man he loves.

Blurb:

impeccablecredentialsSequel to Petticoats and Pantaloons

Outwardly, twenty-one-year-old Julian Buchanan is the epitome of wealth, breeding and good looks. He’s a pink of the ton in Regency London, and his position in society is assured. But beneath his impeccable surface, Julian is riddled with doubt.

Matters come to a head in the autumn of 1812 when his autocratic father, Sir Roger Buchanan, orders Julian to court an heiress and propose marriage. Finally, Julian must acknowledge that he has no interest in women. At the same time, he becomes involved with Rafe Ingles, a radical intellectual whose beliefs concur with Julian’s inward convictions.

With pressure building and so much at stake, can Julian find the courage to break the habit of a lifetime and choose love and freedom over duty?

Excerpt:

So why are you admitting this now?” Rafe’s voice held no accusation, simply the wholehearted focus that defined him. 

My father,” Julian’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat and carried on doggedly. “Or rather his intentions. He recently urged me to court a young lady, a notable heiress, with the intention of betrothal. I was told to propose to her this morning during a tête-à-tête arranged by her aunt.”

From your tone, I gather you have no romantic aspirations towards the lady?”

None. Nor does she have any for me.” The high polish on Julian’s boots continued to captivate him. “I have grown to like and admire her, but this was never a matter of mutual attachment, only a business agreement between our relatives.”

So neither of you is willing to be married?”

We are not. We barely know each other and have been flung together most flagrantly during six short weeks. It’s garnered a great deal of avid speculation in society.”

A man like Rafe, willingly forgoing the privileges of rank to dwell amongst the poor and dispossessed was above courting good opinion. Julian felt a rush of shame that he cared for the judgement of others.

Did the young lady accept your proposal?”

 “She did not.” Julian smiled bitterly. “She has been a great deal more circumspect than I in this affair. The lady has alerted her brother in advance and as we speak, he is whisking her away from the perils of fortune hunters.”

I hope you don’t include yourself in that category.” Rafe’s voice held a hint of steel.

I might as well be. I should have stood up to my father or tried to circumvent his stratagems at least.” 

If the young lady is under her brother’s escort, surely your mutual dilemma is resolved?”

I wish.” Julian’s smile was a sour twist of the lips. “Once my father learns of her departure, he will simply select another for me to woo at his will.”

I can appreciate your unwillingness to be imposed upon, although I understand it is the way of the polite world. But if you have no other options, perhaps you and the next young lady will find each other amenable. You might find mutual affection despite unpromising beginnings.”

I have no wish to wed merely from a sense of duty if at all. Not now. And possibly not ever.”

That shocking statement didn’t seem to disconcert Rafe. He merely nodded and said, “I see.”

Julian regarded Rafe like an oracle, as though he held the answer to his prayers, solving his predicament in one fell stroke. 

Would it be possible to relate your position to your father?” The tentativeness of Rafe’s question showed he anticipated Julian’s response.

With a grim smile, Julian said, “He wouldn’t listen or care. He expects strict obedience to his edicts. If I disagreed with him forcefully, he’d kill me.”

Julian tempered that statement at Rafe’s horrified expression. “Or cut me off without a penny at the very least. There is no room for sentiment in my father’s domain, simply calculation. My role is to obey his wishes to the letter.”

The sympathy in Rafe’s eyes turned them to the colour of dark honey. He shook his head sadly. “You must forgive me. I cannot comprehend such parental disdain.”

Not at all. You must see me as the worst kind of spoiled brat, screaming and kicking in my silk-lined crib because I am thwarted. Unlike the people you assist, I am not starving or dispossessed.”

But you are suffering all the same.”

Rafe leant forward and touched Julian’s wrist with his strong fingers. It was a gesture of understanding and solidarity, but to Julian’s shame and confusion, the caress made him throb with need. 

He must have unwittingly communicated his inner turmoil. Rafe’s eyes widened in a glitter of silver and bronze. Oh, God, Julian thought miserably, as if things can’t get any worse. But there was no expected denunciation, no outburst to add to his humiliation. Silently, Rafe withdrew the contact.

Julian jerked with surprise to find those fingers grasping his chin, tilting his face upwards to meet Rafe’s gaze. 

You must think me remarkably obtuse. Until now, I had not recognised my deeper intentions,” Rafe said, a smile playing around his mobile lips. Then he stretched forward to kiss Julian. 

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Bio:

Ellie Thomas lives by the sea. She comes from a teaching background and goes for long seaside walks where she daydreams about history. She is a voracious reader especially about anything historical. She mainly writes historical gay romance.


Ellie also writes historical erotic romance as L. E. Thomas.

Website: https://elliethomasromance.wordpress.com/

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Twitter: @e_thomas_author

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Spotlight Post | 2023 Top Ten Gay Romance

2023 Top Ten Gay Romance is now live!!! Every year, JMS Books puts together an anthology with the ten best-selling gay romance short stories of the year, and it’s now available in the shops 🥳 

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2023 Top Ten Gay Romance

2023 Top Ten Gay Romance brings together the best-selling short stories published by JMS Books that year.

From first love to true love, from submission to sensual, from heat to sweet and everything in between, the couples in these stories are sure to keep you turning the pages as you fall in love with them.

With stories by T.J. Blackley, Holly Day, Nell Iris, Shawn Lane, Eve Morton, K.L. Noone, Charles Payseur, Glenn Quigley, Mere Rain, and Ellie Thomas, this head-over-heels collection goes beyond bedtime reading. Whether happily ever after or happy for now, there’s an ending for everyone in here!

Contains the stories: The Wedding by T.J. BlackleySaved by the Bear by Holly DayAfter Marcus by Nell IrisLoving the Boss by Shawn LaneMy Roommate Kyle by Eve MortonDecember Beginnings by K.L. NooneFieldwork by Charles PayseurThe Great Santa Showdown by Glenn QuigleyNice and Vicious by Mere Rain, and A Christmas Engagement by Ellie Thomas.

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Excerpt:

(From After Marcus by Nell Iris)

Marcus Nyman 1972 – 2018. Beloved husband. 

“Hey you,” I say, caressing the headstone, knowing he’d be so pissed off at me for driving on a pitch-black December night and in such awful weather conditions.

What’s so important you need to risk your fucking life? 

“You.”

A dead guy is never more important than your life, precious. 

Precious. He never used endearments unless he was being ironic or upset at me for some reason. 

“I needed to talk to you.”

His imaginary voice in my mind is right, though. I was irresponsible driving here, barely paying attention, after not sleeping at all. I’m lucky I managed in one piece.

It’s past four in the morning and the winds have picked up, sneaking underneath my clothing, whirling the falling snow around me until it finds its way into my ears, underneath my scarf, attacking me from every direction. I need to stand up right now and leave, or I won’t be able to drive home. 

But I remain in my spot, needing to be close to him. 

You’d be closer to me in our home, my treasure. These are just my cremated bones, they’re not me. 

I know. His presence still lingers everywhere in the house we bought ten years ago when we needed to get out of the city. The people, the cars, the constant noise levels were all stressing me out, making it impossible for me to focus on my writing. When Marcus got a job offer from another university, we leaped at the chance to get out. That’s when we bought the house. 

We met Joar the second day after our moving truck had dropped us and all our belongings off in our new home in the forest. 

Marcus was the first to spot him as he came walking through the trees. “Oh-oooh, here comes trouble,” he said, and when I joined him by the window, I could understand his concerns. 

“The trouble” my husband referred to of course Joar and even at a distance, he was huge, and he was dressed from head to toe in camo clothing. His long legs ate up the distance between the forest line and our house, and as he approached, I noticed the rifle resting in the crook of his elbow. But the weapon was open, the double barrel pointing down, and even though his face was serious, he didn’t look angry or menacing. 

“Stay here,” Marcus said and stepped out onto the porch. 

I snorted. His protective streak was ridiculous, but he knew better than to try to get me to stay put like I was a spoiled lapdog. I followed him outside, stepped into his space, close enough for our shoulders to touch, and slid my hand into his. Together, united as always, we waited as Joar approached. 

Joar didn’t blink an eye at us holding hands. He just introduced himself, told us he lived further up the road, and welcomed us to the neighborhood before he left again, disappearing into the forest to go hunting. 

“He was unexpectedly nice,” Marcus said after Joar left. 

“Don’t be a judgmental jerk,” I said. “He doesn’t have to be a bad guy just because he looks a little rough.”

“Yeah, but the rifle didn’t help the impression that he’s not going to be on Santa’s nice-list this year.”

“Well, look at you. You look like a perfectly respectable, dry professor in your tweed jackets, but you’re definitely on Santa’s naughty list.” I pinched his ass.

“I am a respectable, dry professor.”

I stepped into his space, so close our noses touched, and grabbed his crotch. “You’re a professor, yes. But you won’t be dry,” I gave his dick a good squeeze, “when I’m finished with you.” 

Marcus chuckled. “Seriously, Ossian, you need to work on your seduction technique.”

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm.”

I flipped open his jeans and shoved my hand into his briefs. 

I jerk out of the memory and shake it off; it feels wrong to think about things like that in a cemetery. Is it even allowed?

Don’t be a prude, Ossian. It’s not like you.

No, I never was a prude. I couldn’t keep my hands off Marcus, not even after being with him for close to twenty years. His body, his mind always excited me in a way that no one ever had before I met him. And all those feelings died with him. When he was no longer around, my body shut down. 

My grief counselor said it was natural, that it was a part of the process, but I never really believed her. I was so certain I was going to live out the rest of my life like a dry husk, feeling nothing but pain and sadness. I’d never experience closeness again, or the exhilaration of being turned on by another person.

Seems I was wrong. 

I don’t know when things changed, when my body started thawing, even warming up to someone else. 

It seems to me you’re more than warmed up, baby.

“Shush,” I say without heat. But I need to know. “Would you mind?”

You know I wouldn’t.

do know. He said it once, one night as we were cuddled up together after making love. “If I die before you, I want you to find someone else.”

At the time, I was furious with him. “Don’t say shit like that, you’re not gonna die.”

“Everyone dies, Ossian. And I don’t want you to be alone.”

Oh God, I’m so alone. I don’t want to be alone.