Wrap-Up Wednesday | September

Another month has gone by, can you believe it?! I can’t 🤯 I’ve been dreading writing this post. In the last two weeks, I haven’t gone near a book that hasn’t been my own. I’ve been panic-writing, editing, dealt with The Dragon Next Door (Holly’s) release.  

It’s been hectic, but I’m really close to pulling this off, guys! Deadline is tomorrow, and I’m just gonna read through How to Soothe a Dragon one more time before sending it in. Then Holly will have 12 releases this year. I think I deserve a bottle of wine and some chocolate. 

But, this post is about other people’s books, not mine, so let’s focus! I thought I’d have to panic read a couple of short stories simply to be able to write a post, and it probably would have benefitted from me doing that, but checking my notes, I realised I actually have read a book or two this month – yay me! 😄 

Forsaken Fae: Book Two (Forsaken Fae 2) by R.A. Steffan  

Remember how I read the first in this series last month and was surprised I liked it? I continued the series, I hardly ever continue a series! I read the first book, then I get tired. I may love the book, but a series is too much of a commitment LOL 

Anyway, I enjoy the second book too, maybe not as much as the first, but it was good. When it ended, I was annoyed because it ended on a cliffhanger, and I fully intended to grab the last book in the series, but… Maybe I will once my stress levels down a bit, now it felt like… too much of a commitment 😆 

Forsaken Far R.A. SteffanLen needs to track down a handbasket ASAP, because things are going straight to hell.

In the aftermath of the disastrous battle to close the rip between realms, he’s stuck with a Fae who seems convinced that the only way to fix things is to leap directly into the maw of the Wild Hunt.

Len recognizes martyrdom when he sees it, and he’s not about to let Albigard of the Unseelie sacrifice himself on the altar of his own guilty conscience.

After the events of the past few weeks, it’s looking more and more like Len’s ghosts may hold the key that can lock the Hunt back inside its box of horrors. But when circumstances trap him alone with Albigard in a dead pocket realm, it becomes increasingly clear that the Fae is every bit as damaged inside as Len is.

Before they can stop the Hunt and save the lost souls of their closest friends, they’ll have to glue their broken edges together somehow. Only then will Len have a shot at undoing the damage that’s already been done.

He just has to keep himself—and Albigard—alive long enough to get the chance.

https://books2read.com/ForsakenFae2

Crushing on Him (Men of Summer 0.5) by Lauren Blakely 

I thought I’d give a sportsbook a try since they seem to be everywhere these days… I grabbed a short one. I knew it was a prequel to a longer story, but it felt a bit like a sample. Not saying it was bad, but not much was resolved, and… well sports. 

Crushing on Him Forbidden. Off limits. Dangerous.

This desire for my teammate was all of those things. For the last few years I crushed on him safely, from a distance.

Then on the first day of spring training, I come face-to-face with him for the first time and when our eyes meet and linger, it’s a whole new ball game. A much bigger risk too, one that can threaten my brand new career. But, he’s always been irresistible…

CRUSHING ON HIM is a prequel in the Men of Summer series and it leads into the full-length novel SCORING WITH HIM. You don’t have to read CRUSHING ON HIM to enjoy SCORING WITH HIM, but you’ll likely enjoy this story before the story!

https://books2read.com/CrushingOnHim

Unnatural (The Wrong Alpha 1) by Alessandra Hazard  

Alpha-Omega, aliens, arranged marriage and lots of possessiveness. See, I’m usually fine with growly alphas, heck I write a lot of growly alphas, and I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with this – it has a good rating on Goodreads, and many rave over it – but it didn’t grab me. Don’t let that put you off from giving it a go if you think this is a book for you, though. 

Unnatural AlphaA planet at war. Two alphas forced into a political marriage. Attraction that defies all reason and logic… Or does it?

The Kingdom of Pelugia and the Republic of Kadar have been at war for decades. Peace isn’t popular, but the planet can’t survive without it.

Forced to marry an enemy prince for the sake of peace, Senator Royce Cleghorn doesn’t like his husband, his alpha scent, or his damned pretty blue eyes. More than anything, Royce hates what Haydn makes him become: a primitive alpha cliché who’ll do anything to mark his territory, even if that territory is his alpha husband. Royce likes omegas; he isn’t into alphas, no matter how pretty their eyes are. It’s just a weird territorial instinct. It has to be.

Prince Haydn has always tried to be the perfect alpha his father wants him to be. He’s the heir to the throne. He’s a war general. He isn’t supposed to bare his throat to an enemy alpha–and it isn’t supposed to feel so good. Everyone knows a marriage between two alphas is a recipe for disaster. He isn’t supposed to crave his alpha husband–their marriage is just a political arrangement, nothing more.

But when disaster strikes and loyalties are tested, which bond will be the strongest: their marriage, or their allegiances?

https://books2read.com/UnnaturalAlpha

One of Those Days by Zathyn Priest 

This is a re-read. I was checking if it was still available in the shops because I was talking about it in another blog post – it is, and it’s free. I ended up reading it in the ‘read online’ over at Smashwords. It’s a short get-together-with-your-childhood-bully story. Funny and easy to read, but glossing over years of trauma a bit too easily. Still, it’s a short story, and the aim isn’t to dig into the hurt but to describe one of those days. 

One of Those DaysFrom the moment Alex woke up that morning, he knew it would be one of those days. Things go from bad to worse when his old high school bully, Ric, shows up at the chiropractic clinic where Alex works. Torn between having to fix Ric’s neck and wanting to break it, Alex sees the appointment through with the hope he’ll never cross paths with Ric again. But, Ric has other ideas.

https://books2read.com/OneOfThoseDays

Guest Post | The Dragon Next Door by Holly Day

Hello, everyone! Holly here 😆 Remember last month when I was here telling you about how I failed to write a story? Well, I did it again. Want to know how I screwed up The Dragon Next Door??  

For a story to be complete, according to ‘the experts’ it needs a minimum of five characters. For a skeleton of a story, you need a protagonist, an antagonist, a mentor, a sidekick, and a sceptic. Do you agree? 

Of course not, but experts are experts, and we better do as they say 🙄 

I have two protagonists. Adrian Green and Lorcan Walsh. Though, I guess you could argue Lorcan is an antagonist of sort. He is the one creating the conflict by not wanting to let Adrian in, but he’s not ‘the bad guy’.  

Lorcan comes across as a hostile, growling mess, but deep down he’s a caring man, and when he doesn’t pretend he doesn’t want to talk to Adrian, he worries about him. 

Adrian is a sunshine character, not that he’s happy all the time, but he sees the good in people and cherishes the world. Though I’m glad I don’t live in the same building as Adrian. He means well, but I’d lock my door and pretend I wasn’t at home if he kept ringing my doorbell. 

Protagonists

Next up we have the antagonist and the mentor. Troy, Lorcan’s ex is the antagonist. He isn’t on page for long, but he is the evil man who has messed up Lorcan’s life. When he’s unpleasant towards Adrian, they become a united front against Troy. 

Then we have Doris, the mentor. I love Doris. She is there for Adrian, listens and makes coffee. She nudges him in the direction she thinks is best for him, and for a moment, I thought maybe she’s the sidekick, but she’s more of a mother figure to Adrian than a friend. 

Mentor

Now, my friends, we’ve reached the point where I turned this adorable story into a non-story, and incomplete story, a failed story *snort* We’ve reached the sidekick and the sceptic. 

Jesse is our sceptic. He’s Adrian’s friend, but he thinks they should leave Lorcan alone. He doesn’t do anything to stop Adrian from going over to Lorcan’s, but he doesn’t come along willingly, and he tells Adrian to leave him be. 

And here is where it all falls apart. Adrian has no sidekick. 

Sidekick

Excerpt:

Adrian carried a box of plates, cups, glasses, and cutlery. Not a single piece matched and yet they fit together beautifully. He and Doris had spent a good couple of hours going through the entire shop and settled on blue and white decor. They were all beautiful pieces, and Adrian wanted to keep them for himself, but it was a gift to Lorcan.

No wonder he was unhappy. All dragons needed a hoard, and his cave was barren.

Grinning to himself, he jogged up the last flight of stairs and found Lorcan’s doorbell with his elbow.

Seconds went by without any sounds coming from the apartment. Adrian pressed the doorbell again.

Still nothing.

With a huff, he put the box down and opened the mail slot. “Hello? Lorcan?”

Maybe it was wrong to assume he was a dragon? The growl coming from within sounded more like a werewolf. Adrian kept looking through the tiny opening of the mail slot until one bare foot came into view, then he stepped back and grabbed the box of crockery.

The door opened, and Lorcan scowled at him. “What?”

I come bearing gifts.” Adrian bowed and pushed past him into the apartment, having learned his lesson from last time to not try to hand something to Lorcan.

He went straight for the kitchen and poured water into the sink. “Where do you keep your dish soap?”

Lorcan watched him with narrowed eyes. “I don’t.”

It took several seconds before Adrian understood what he meant. “I have an extra bottle.”

Hurrying out of the door, he almost ran into Jesse on his way to his apartment. “Hi!”

Jesse waved in the middle of a yawn. “What are you doing in there?”

I brought him some plates and cups and stuff.”

Jesse shook his head.

He has to have some plates.” Adrian put his hands on his hips.

Whatever, man. Wanna watch a movie later?”

Adrian glanced at Lorcan’s door. He wouldn’t want Adrian to hang around for long. “Sure.”

Sweet. Pizza?”

Adrian held in a sigh. Jesse always wanted to order pizza. Adrian worried about his nutritional intake, and did his best to sneak in some vegetables and fruit when they hung out. “I can make something.”

Jesse pursed his lips. “No tofu.”

Adrian threw his hands in the air. “There is nothing wrong with tofu.”

I disagree.” Jesse grinned at him.

Whatever. Seven?” It would give him time to cook something.

Sure.”

Jesse headed down the stairs, and Adrian hurried into his kitchen and grabbed the extra bottle of dish soap he kept under the sink. Before he went back to Lorcan, he wrote dish soap on the shopping list he kept by the coffee maker. He always wanted a backup of everything, should he unexpectedly run out. And it was lucky he did, since he now had a bottle he could give to Lorcan.

He closed the door behind him and pushed down the door handle on Lorcan’s door only to find it locked. What the hell? He waited, thinking Lorcan must’ve heard him try to open it and would come to let him in. When nothing happened, he pushed the doorbell.

Seconds went by but he didn’t have to shout through the mail slot before Lorcan opened the door. “Oh, you’re back.”

Of course I’m back.” Adrian glared at him. “I only went to grab detergent.” He held up the bottle. “Jesse and I are gonna watch a movie later, do you want to come? I’ll cook.”

No.”

Adrian frowned. “It’s across the hall, at Jesse’s, you don’t have to walk far at all on the crutches.”

Lorcan gave him a look he couldn’t interpret—damned blank face. Maybe he was a gargoyle and not a werewolf what with all those stony looks.

So, what made you move here?” Adrian poured some detergent into the dishwater and set about washing the plates, cups, and glasses he’d brought. He didn’t ask for a dish drainer. The plates truly were lovely. Maybe he should ask Doris to put some aside for him, should she get more.

I had to find something fast. This was what was available.”

Yeah?”

When Lorcan didn’t explain why he needed to find something fast, Adrian gritted his teeth. “Towel?”

A raised eyebrow was the only response he got. Adrian grunted and pushed away from the sink. “Don’t lock the door. I’ll be right back.”

Dish towels. He’d see what Doris had in the shop. Sometimes you could find beautiful towels of far better quality than those you bought new and for next to nothing. He grabbed one from his linen closet and headed back to Lorcan’s apartment.

Which cupboard would you like to keep your plates in?” Adrian had his in the cupboard closest to the window, and he gravitated toward it with the stack of dried plates.

Doesn’t matter.”

Sure it does.” When Lorcan didn’t answer, he placed the plates on the second shelf and the glasses and cups on the bottom. With a sigh of longing, he looked at them. So pretty.

Are you sure you don’t want to watch a movie with Jesse and me?”

Lorcan shook his head.

Okay, then.” Adrian dropped his shoulders. “If you change your mind, you know where to find us.” He motioned in the direction of Jesse’s apartment.

Blurb: 

thedragonnextdoorAdrian Green’s new next-door neighbor isn’t really a dragon, but he does snarl an awful lot. 
 
The first time Adrian saw Lorcan Walsh, he knew he needed Adrian’s help. Lorcan has a fractured leg and an empty apartment. Luckily, Adrian doesn’t mind helping him fill his lair with gems, and Doris’s second-hand shop has everything a dragon could possibly want. 
 
The problem is, Lorcan doesn’t seem to want his apartment decorated, and sneaking presents past a grumpy dragon isn’t easy. 
 
All Adrian wants is to cheer Lorcan up, but when Lorcan’s ex appears at the door, Adrian fears not even vintage coffee cups will get them their fairy-tale ending. What if the way to a dragon’s heart isn’t lined with treasures? 

 Buy links: 

Gay Romance: 14,488 words 

JMS Books :: Amazon :: books2read.com/TheDragonNextDoor 

 About Holly 

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.  

Connect with Holly on social media: 

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Fridays at Ofelia’s | A Marriage for Three by Ellie Thomas

Guest-Post

Thank you so much, Ofelia, for having me as your guest today! I’m Ellie Thomas, and I write Historical Gay Romance. In this blog, I’ll be chatting about my latest story with JMS Books, released on September 4th. It’s a novella entitled A Marriage for Three. 

I first got the idea for this story from a submission call about ‘moresomes’ or relationships between more than two people. As I write historical romance, what sprang to my mind was a trio, at the heart of which is a settled gay relationship complicated by an arranged marriage.  

The setting is rural southwest England in the final years of the eighteenth century. As this is familiar territory for me, I didn’t need to consult my bookshelves too much for reminders of geographical locations. However, I did get the chance to peruse one of my books on historical costume for my female character. I couldn’t quite remember when waistlines rose from natural level to the under the bust silhouette of the Empire Line and checked Costume in Detail by Nancy Bradfield. This wonderful book doesn’t contain the usual sketches from contemporary fashion plates but illustrations of real garments worn by real people (now very fragile and carefully guarded in private collections). 

I found a detailed picture of a cotton dress from the last decade of the eighteenth century, where the waistline was carefully unpicked and altered to emulate the new high-waisted fashion. Throughout writing this story, I had the book open at that page, thinking of my character sewing a similar dress. 

My plot evolved from several questions. What would cause a gay man with a loving partner to offer a woman marriage? Why would she be obliged to accept such an offer? In what ways might that affect the central relationship? How would my trio resolve that dilemma and still have a happy ever after? 

The character who causes the relationship upheaval is Anthony Wallace, a wealthy, independent young man and landowner. He’s a gentleman scholar, more comfortable with books than people. I picture him as an absent-minded professor who thinks he can arrange other people’s lives as neatly as the books in his study. For Anthony, proposing to Charlotte, the Grenvilles’ eldest daughter, is a practical solution for financial hardship in a family he regards as almost his own.  

Warm-hearted Simon, his Anglo-Indian estate manager and life partner, more than makes up for Anthony’s lack of sensitivity. Simon knows Anthony’s intentions are genuine, but also that it would not occur to his partner to consider the emotional consequences of his edicts.  

For the romantic plot to evolve, Charlotte must be aware that Anthony and Simon are a couple. However, the late eighteenth century was a different world in terms of sexual awareness. In wanting to make Charlotte a woman of her own time, rather than jarringly modern, I had to devise reasons for her understanding. Her tactless loud-mouthed older brother, Anthony’s closest friend from childhood, is a partial solution to her worldly knowledge. Also, Charlotte’s own recent life experience, working as a superior domestic servant and ladies’ companion since her family’s loss of fortune, would inevitably broaden her outlook. 

At first, Charlotte rejects Anthony’s proposal out of hand. It is only when her family’s circumstances worsen that she reconsiders his offer. 

What engaged me about this storyline was that my three characters, although very different, are all decent people who respect and care deeply about each other. It was enjoyable to put my mismatched trio under the same roof; autocratic Anthony, kindly Simon and selfless Charlotte, and observe how they work things through together. 

A Marriage for Three

Blurb:

At twenty-three years old, Charlotte Grenville has resigned herself to spinsterhood. With no dowry, she works as a lady’s companion to support her widowed mother and younger siblings who live in the country town of Marlborough in Wiltshire. When, out of the blue, she receives a proposal from a family friend, Anthony Wallace, she is perplexed. 

Not only does Anthony have the habit of ordering everyone around, convinced it is in their best interests, but he is also devoted to his Anglo-Indian partner and estate manager, Simon Walker. 

Lottie is aware that this prospective marriage is purely a business arrangement to rescue her and her family from financial hardship. But should she accept? And will her growing attraction to Simon destroy the delicate balance between the trio?

Extract: 

Simon knocked on the door and as he entered, Anthony was muffled in a clean shirt. Simon had a tantalising glimpse of his lover’s taut pale belly, that tempting arrow of dark hair leading down to his breeches before it was covered with the linen garment and Anthony’s head emerged. 

Simon leaned against the bedpost as Anthony reached for a fresh neckcloth. 

“How are the Grenvilles?” He asked. 

Anthony frowned. “Well enough, but the cottage is in a poor state. There’s still damp in the parlour and Mrs. Grenville says the roof is leaking again.” 

Simon made soothing noises. “We don’t have to rush away, do we? Even if I have to return to the manor, you can always stay for a while longer to organise repairs.” 

Anthony grunted something that might have been assent as he concentrated on his reflection in the mirror. While tying the knot in his cravat he said, “Lottie’s home again.” 

Simon smiled, “How lovely. It will be good to see her.” 

Anthony finished the straightforward arrangement of his neckcloth and frowned. “She’s looking hagged,” he said. “That succession of awful women she’s been attending has dragged her down. I’m surprised she hasn’t been foundered under it all.” 

Simon opened his mouth to voice his concern when Anthony blithely continued, “So I’ve asked her to marry me. It seemed the best solution.” 

Simon was initially stunned. Then, as so often following his beloved’s more outrageous statements, he closed his eyes and counted to ten. When he opened them, Anthony was grappling with the buttons of his waistcoat. 

“The best solution for what?” he asked with deceptive calm. 

Anthony turned to look at him with that direct blue gaze. “For the whole family,” he replied impatiently. “Lottie won’t have to exist in servitude any longer. She’ll only be twenty miles away from Marlborough so she can visit her mother whenever she wants. Finally, no one can object if I move Mrs G. and the children away from that poky cottage and into a suitable house. There’s one available just off the High Street that I have in mind.” 

Simon resisted rubbing his hand wearily over his eyes. “So where are you going to put Lottie once you’ve married her?” 

Anthony looked perplexed. “What do you mean? She’ll be in the manor house with us, of course.” 

“Doing what?” Simon persisted.  

Anthony looked uncertain for a moment and then his expression brightened. “She can reorganise the family library. Father left it in an awful state and it requires someone with a good mind like Lottie to sort it out.” He looked extremely pleased with himself at that suggestion. 

“Marvellous,” Simon said flatly. “That will keep her busy for a year. And what is she expected to do for the following fifty-nine?” 

Anthony looked blank as Simon inexorably continued, “And naturally, Lottie will want children.” 

With a horrified countenance, Anthony exclaimed, “Oh no! There won’t be any of that!” 

“Have you informed Lottie?” Simon asked sharply before carrying on in the same tone, “Then, of course, I will have to hand in my notice and look for a new situation as it would be unfair on Lottie for me to crowd your new marriage.”  

For the first time, the consequences of his rash proposal seemed to permeate and Anthony appeared almost scared. “You can’t leave me, Simon,” he said. “I can’t manage without you,” he almost pleaded. 

Simon relented and sighed. “My dear Tony,” he said more mildly. “You can’t move people about like they are collections of statuary or pieces on a chessboard. We do have our own opinions, you know.”  

Anthony said nothing, gazing anxiously as Simon continued, “I can see that, in theory, your marrying Lottie would be a way out of the Grenvilles’ problems. No one could doubt your good intentions. But you haven’t considered what this would mean for Lottie. She might be more comfortable and secure than in her current situation, but would she be happy in the kind of marriage you are suggesting?” 

Anthony frowned before saying, “Well, she refused me anyway.” 

“I always knew she was a sensible woman,” Simon said with a wry smile. 

Anthony blinked at him uncomprehendingly then was saved by St. Mary’s Church clock striking two. 

Snagging his coat and making his escape from the uncomfortable conversation, he said, “We’d better be going. They’re expecting us.” 

“This is not finished. We will speak about it later,” warned Simon at Anthony’s back as he reached the door. 

Universal buy link:

https://books2read.com/u/4joMYo

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.  

https://elliethomasromance.wordpress.com/ 

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