Guest Post | Squirrel in Hiding by Holly Day

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Hiya!  

I’m here as Holly Day today! A couple of days ago, Squirrel in Hiding was released 🥳   

Have you read any of my squirrel stories?? This is the third one, and I have to say, writing squirrels is a lot of fun, so I don’t think this will be the last story 😆  

In this world, the predatory shifters eat the non-predatory. Every wolf enjoys a good squirrel hunt, right? Yeah, they do. If Farris gets hold of Raaz, he doesn’t intend to eat him, though. Finding one’s mate is a miracle, and Farris doesn’t care what species he is.  

But Raaz is not easily fooled. He might be a squirrel, but he has a brain, and he knows squirrels equal food to wolves. He’s better off hiding.  

Things don’t always go as planned though, and one night he finds himself in squirrel form, locked out of his house. And of course, Farris is there since he’s turned into a stalker. He might be making a huge mistake, he’s almost sure of it, but he gets into Farris’ car.  

Squirrel in Hiding is a quick read with shifters, nuts, books, and fated mates. Characters from Squirrel Circle and Squirrel Hunt make an appearance, but you could read it as a standalone story. 

Squirrel in Hiding

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Every squirrel worth his name knows when it’s time to run.

Raaz Olen has been on the run for a year, ever since a wolf pack took out everyone in his family but him. When the stupid wolves almost have him cornered, a stranger helps him and sends him to the grumpiest vampire in the history of grumpy vampires, who offers him a job in his thrift shop.

Farris Randal has given up on finding his mate. He’s a big wolf shifter people cross the street to avoid. It’s a lonely life, but at least he can escape into his books. One day, when he’s browsing the local thrift shop, he scents his mate. But before he has a chance to reach him, he is wrestled to the ground by a vampire, and his mate runs away.

There is no way Raaz can ever be mated to a wolf. The pack will kill him. He has to hide. Farris doesn’t care what species his mate is, finding him is a miracle he won’t walk away from. When wolves from another pack descend on the town, Farris fears for Raaz’s safety, but how can he keep Raaz safe when he is hiding from him?

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Paranormal Gay Romance: 34,573 words

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Excerpt:

Raaz was screwed. There was no way into the building without either involving Nicodemus or the girls. And if he alerted Victoria, Nicole, or Megan, he’d have to explain what he was doing outside, buck naked, in September. September might not be worse than any other month to be naked in, but it was close to freezing. 

No, he wasn’t doing that. Plus, he wasn’t sure Farris would let him go. Had he sealed his fate by leaping off the wall? Most likely. It had been a lapse in judgment. 

He’d been swayed by Farris telling him to hide when danger approached. Raaz was old enough not to swoon over something as ridiculous as chivalry. He’d learned early on that he couldn’t trust anyone but himself. It didn’t matter if people wanted to help—which wolves never did—they most often weren’t able to. His parents had done everything in their power to keep him and his siblings safe. The result? All of them were dead, all but Raaz. No, there was only one person he could trust—himself. 

Not today, though. He’d left the relative safety on a brick wall and jumped right into the hands of the enemy. His heart might not understand Farris was their nemesis, but his brain did. 

There was no way to explain this stupidity. Squirrel brains weren’t this stupid. 

He could run. 

He was pretty sure he could. Since he was in shifted form and Farris wasn’t, he could take to the trees and lose him without too much trouble. Except it was dark and more wolves were lurking about. He’d have to act now. Farris’ alpha would be here soon, and outrunning two wolves was way harder than outrunning one. 

I have yogurt trail mix, not sure what that means, but it’s an option. Here I have…” Farris turned the bag in his huge hand. “… organic protein boost with cashews—see I told you I had cashews—almonds, pumpkin seeds, walnuts, and cranberries.” He placed the bag on the seat in front of Raaz. “And here we have peanuts, cashews, M&Ms, and raisins.” 

He looked at Raaz and waited. A wolf who’d opened his glove compartment and showed him an array of snacks. Maybe Raaz wasn’t the only one who was insane. 

I have protein bars if you like those better.” He dug around some. “Here’s one with peanuts, almonds, and dark chocolate.” He grabbed another. “This one is gluten-free. Do you eat gluten? If not, this has peanut butter and chocolate.” Farris grimaced. “I guess these aren’t as healthy as they want us to think. I… eh…” He rummaged around some more. “A Snickers bar?” He held up a Snickers bar, and if Raaz had been in human form, he might have laughed. 

Sorry, I… eh… I need them for work, you know. Are you hungry? I can cook something if you’re hungry.” 

Yup, insane. He was saved from having to try to communicate by a car approaching. 

Fuck, that’s Konrad. Here.” Farris opened one bag of trail mix after the other. When he reached for the protein bar, Raaz chattered at him, and he stilled. 

Enough?” 

Nodding, Raaz made a shooing gesture. 

You’re throwing me out of my own car?” 

He nodded again, but it only made Farris grin. “Okay. Here’s the key.” He dug around in his pocket. “You can press the lock button, I take it.” 

Raaz nodded again while crinkling his nose. Farris must be more stupid than he’d first believed. Handing over your car keys to your enemy wasn’t smart. What if Raaz locked the door, shifted, and took off? He could get pretty far in a car, and no one would be able to track his scent. He wouldn’t have to go hungry since Farris had a stash in his glove compartment. 

Maybe there was more in the car. Who put all their nuts in the same place? No one. You had to have several hiding places. It was common knowledge. 

A car stopped next to Farris’, and he closed the door before the guy in the other car could exit. Raaz remained where he was. 

Peeking out through the window revealed a man looking to be in his late thirties or early forties. Big and strong, like all wolves, but not as big as Farris. 

He looked… kind might be the wrong word, but he didn’t look nearly as mean as alphas normally did. Farris looked meaner. He shivered. Stupid. He should’ve run when he could. He should’ve returned to the roof even if he risked turning into an owl snack. 

He couldn’t leave now when Farris had brought him a buffet of nuts, dammit. Unless… maybe the nuts were to fatten him up, so he’d be juicier when Farris barbecued him for a late-night meal. 

Popping a cashew into his mouth, he watched Farris and—had he said Konrad?—walk toward the trees. They crouched, talked, and gestured. 

Someone knocked on the window, and Raaz screeched. A slim man grinned at him and waved. “Want to share?” 

No, he didn’t. He popped a blue M&M into his mouth and shook his head. Who was this idiot thinking he’d want to share his nuts? 

Raaz lifted his foot to push the lock button on the key, but right before he did, the man yanked the door open. “Ha! Think you can cheat me out of Farris’ nuts, do you?” 

Squirrel. Raaz almost choked on the M&M. A squirrel. Other than him. He hadn’t met a squirrel in over a year. 

Scoot.” The squirrel gestured at him to get off the passenger seat. He grabbed the trail mix and slipped into the car, dropped the bags in the driver’s seat right in front of Raaz, and closed the door. 

I take it you’re Raaz. The cupcakes were my idea, so I deserve at least a few nuts for making Farris look brilliant.” 

Look brilliant? 

I’m sorry about Myka. She gets excited, and she likes Farris for some reason.” 

Raaz stared. What the hell was going on? 

I’m Dahy, and the oaf over there—” He pointed at Konrad who was walking toward the car with Farris. “—is my mate.” 

Raaz’s lungs had stopped working. He couldn’t breathe. There was no room for air. A whine started in his mind. He’d die here, in the driver’s seat of a werewolf’s car surrounded by trail mix, right next to a deranged squirrel who believed squirrels could be mated to wolves and live to tell the tale. 

Hey, are you okay? They didn’t get you, did they?” Dahy reached for him, but he barked and jumped away. 

Easy. Those idiots, if it’s them, came to our house to ask Konrad if they could hunt on pack land. Then I came home, and they tried to eat me right there in my own kitchen. Fuckers. Konrad threw them out, but, yeah, a little scary. Though, you know how it is. Wolves are stupid.” 

Schizophrenia? Or was it some kind of psychosis? Raaz edged closer to the door handle. It wasn’t easy to open doors in squirrel form, but maybe he wouldn’t have to. Farris had stopped right outside. He might open the door any moment now. 

If he ran, the wolves would most likely chase him. Would it trigger their hunting instinct? If he darted across the parking lot to reach the brick wall, they might not be able to withstand the temptation. 

What was best, staying in a closed-in space with an insane squirrel or trying to outrun wolves? 

 

Read Around the Rainbow | Dark Romance

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It’s Read Around the Rainbow time! On the last Friday of every month, we’re a group of authors who blog about the same topic, and this month we’re taking a deep dive into dark romance, so… That’s it for me, folks! See you next month LOL  

Nah, let’s see. Dark romance. I’m confused by what dark romance even is. I’ve googled and googled and tried to understand what makes a dark romance a dark romance. I see authors all over marketing books as dark that I think sound like any other book, and then we have books I quickly scroll past because *insert less favourable private thoughts* that they’re trying to sell like any other romance despite it being clear we’re dealing with a teen being coerced by a much older relative (for example). Books I personally think should come with a big red stamp saying TRIGGER all over the cover (if I’m having a bad day, at least LOL).  

So what is a dark romance? Some search results say the things I’m thinking  – dub and non-con, graphic rapes where the victim grows to love the rapists, obsessions, stalking, trafficking, captivity, torture, drugged without consent etc.  

And don’t get me wrong! I’m down with torture and stalking and captivity and stuff like that, but not between love interests, which makes me think what I read isn’t dark romance.  

Then we have other sites defining dark romance as love, passion and/or obsession set against a backdrop of darkness, danger or taboo.  

And then I wonder if maybe what I’m writing is dark romance minus the taboo 😳. Not every story, but I have A Drop of Moonshine (by Holly Day), for example, where one of the MCs is an assassin, and they’re living in a world where every person is granted one government-sanctioned kill. The result is that no one dares to do anything because if you step on someone’s toes, you might be dead the next day. So dark, but the romance isn’t dark, they’re trying to survive together.  

Oh, and I have The Snowflake. I love The Snowflake, but no one ever reads it LOL. It’s about Theophile Lekas who is an ice sculptor, and his muse is Dylan Mincer. So, naturally, he stalks Dylan and kills everyone who is mean to him, then he freezes their body parts and uses them to build an ice sculpture that will show Dylan how much he loves him. True love! 

Side note here, but have you seen YOU on Netflix? Hubby and I are watching it now, and The Snowflake is a little like that.  

So I guess, that yes, there I have a dark romance.   

As for reading dark romances… I don’t. I mean I have a few that I’ve read that are… eh… makes me question my sanity a bit. I mean I love Bloodraven by P.L. Nunn, and that’s just not okay LOL. Graphic violence and graphic rapes, but yeah.  

And it’s been many years since I read it, but Fallocaust by Quil Carter. It’s dark, so dark.  

I want to mention Evenfall (In the Company of Shadows) too, but there is an author who shouldn’t be named, so… I won’t mention it 😉 (but you can read it for free here).  

On my TBR? I don’t have dark romances on my TBR, I don’t think. I don’t really have a TBR, and I never read blurbs, so I don’t know what I’m getting into when I read, unless I’m re-reading an old book (which it seems is all I’m doing these days.)   

That’s what you get from me concerning dark romances. Sorry, I couldn’t be more helpful LOL, but please check out what the others have to say!   

Ellie Thomas

A.L. Lester

Nell Iris

Fiona Glass

Release Day | Poke the Bear

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It’s release day!!! 🥳 Surprise! I know I haven’t posted about this here. I had a cover reveal on Holly’s blog and forgot that maybe I should’ve posted it here too.  

Poke the Bear is a box set of bear shifter stories written by Ofelia Gränd and Holly Day, so all by me, just some are written for specific days while others simply are bear shifter stories.  

This release wasn’t planned, which is why I’m a little disorganized (let’s use that as an excuse at least). Many months ago, my publisher asked me to put together some titles that could work for box sets. I did, and then we got no further.  

Then a few weeks ago, they emailed me and said one of the other JMS authors had a medical emergency and had to pull out of the release they had planned, but since it was on such short notice, there was no time to get a new story through the editing process, so could we do one of my box sets? I said yes but had no idea which box set we’d do since I’d suggested a few different options.  

Then, when the cover first came, it only said Holly Day on it, and I didn’t double-check anything. About a week ago, I got an updated version with both our names on, but then I’d already done a cover reveal on Holly’s blog and… yeah.  

Here we are! Release day 🥳  

This story has five bear shifter stories, and four of them have a bear with a sweet tooth. I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote Saved by the Bear and didn’t make Imre obsessed with cakes and cookies. That’s just wrong LOL.  

If you like bears, sweet things, some fated mates, and are looking for something to read this weekend, check it out! 

Poke the Bear

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If you don’t want to attract the bears, hide the cakes!

In this box set, there are bears everywhere. They’re in the elevator, in the bakery, even in the apartment next door. And they’re hungry, always hungry … and often grumpy, at least until they find their mates. But then other problems arise. Like how do you tell someone you’re a bear shifter without scaring them?

Contains the stories:

Saved by the Bear by Holly Day: Would knowing how you die change the way you live? Frode inherits a book that shows his past and his future, but can he trust the book? It’s showing a bear in the garden, and there is only Imre, his neighbor. When the book predicts his death, Frode turns to Imre for help. They leave the city in a hurry, but will the book keep them alive or will their journey end in a gruesome prophecy?

Elevator Pitch by Ofelia Gränd: Bjorn Ritter only wants one thing — to live his life away from nosey bears. That’s easier said than done when you’re living in a Bear community. Cecil Baxter might be a bat, but he grew up away from shifters, and he’s d continuing to keep his distance. His day goes from bad to worse when he finds himself trapped in an elevator with a huge bear shifter. But, what could go wrong in three minutes?

Blown Away by Holly Day: Espen Urso doesn’t want to be out in the storm, but a group of alphas is trespassing, and he needs to defend his territory. The alphas he can scare off, but when he sees they’ve hurt a tiny bird shifter, he loses his patience. He has never believed in omegas, and not until he takes Arvid in does he realize the trouble he’s in. Is it even possible to defend his territory with an omega in it?

The Cake Shop by Ofelia Gränd: York is attacked by a rivaling werewolf pack. Injured and exhausted, he takes refuge in a bear-owned bakery. Torbjorn doesn’t do people, he doesn’t do wolves, and he will definitely not mate one no matter what the pull in his heart says. York has finally found his mate, but Torbjorn refuses to let him stay. How will he make Torbjorn understand he means him no harm when he refuses to talk to him?

The Birthday Bear by Holly Day: For more than a year, Gabe has known Riley is his mate, but Riley isn’t ready. He stumbled into Gabe’s bakery after having left his abusive ex, and he needs time. But if Gabe waits too long to tell Riley what he is, Riley will feel betrayed. If he tells him too soon, he will run away, and Gabe isn’t sure he can survive without Riley. How do you tell your skittish human mate you’re a bear shifter?

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Paranormal gay romance: 103,158 words

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Excerpt:

(From Elevator Pitch by Ofelia Gränd)

Bjorn sighed as the elevator came to a stop in the foyer. He’d hoped he could go directly from the underground parking to the top floor where Mother had her office, without being seen. 

He prepared to smile at the guest wanting to get to his or her room, but when the door slid open, there was no one waiting. With a sigh of relief, he leaned against the wall. The elevator was the size of a broom closet and it only had a narrow door that slid open to the left—no double doors here. The hotel was built in 1909, but he doubted the elevator had been there from the beginning, or maybe it had. When did they invent elevators? Late 1800s, perhaps. 

The door began sliding shut when there was a commotion by the entrance of the hotel. Bjorn peered out, hoping the receptionist Osborn Wilson, Nita’s son, and Bjorn’s third cousin, would be too focused on whatever was going on to notice him. 

A panting young man was standing in the middle of the lobby. His dark hair was pointing in every possible direction, and not in an artfully styled way. His jeans were paint-stained and tattered, his black shirt had a T-Rex tangled up in Christmas lights and the text Tree Rex in large block letters despite it being April. His black-rimmed glasses sat askew on his nose. He was on the thin side, shorter than Bjorn, but most people were. 

Bjorn grinned, but then a pack of wolves pushed through the door and the grin died a quick death. What were they doing in a bear hotel? It didn’t matter if they were low ranking and only in their twenties, they should know not to set foot in a bear establishment uninvited. 

The man made a shrieking sound before diving for the shrinking opening into the elevator. Bjorn braced himself for the impact. The wolf in the lead reached for the man and would’ve caught him if he hadn’t looked up at Bjorn. The moment Bjorn allowed his bear to peek through his eyes, the wolf dropped his arm. 

By some miracle, the human—he had to be human, Bjorn had never met a shifter with glasses—managed to squeeze himself through and only brush up against Bjorn’s arm for the briefest second. 

The wolf took a step closer, his eyes locked on the man, and the naked hatred on his face shocked Bjorn. 

Fucking fag.” 

Bjorn rolled his eyes. So he liked dick, why did every fucking shifter in this city have a problem with that? The door finally slid all the way closed, hiding him and the panting human from the world. 

Friends of yours?” Bjorn sought eye contact without success. Instead of his breathing evening out, it became more and more frantic. The scent of paint, panic, and coffee overtook the small elevator. 

Easy, man.” 

Wide, frantic eyes snapped to Bjorn’s. Yeah, definitely panic there. 

Hey, slow your breathing. You got away from them, you’re safe.” 

The eyes, if possible, got wider. “Bear.” He could hardly make out the word between the breaths, but when he did, he frowned. How could he know? 

The light flickered and the elevator came to an abrupt stop. Bjorn groaned. They stood still between floors. 

Everything went black. 

The man made a keening sound and a wave of magic washed over Bjorn. What the fuck? The sound of clothes hitting the floor made him roar. He’d assumed the man was human. 

Fur exploded out of his body as his bones and muscles changed form. What could he be? Spider? Fear clouded Bjorn’s mind. Snake? His clothes tore, the seams fighting to hold everything together as the fabric shredded. 

Bjorn hit the wall, tried to sidestep, and hit the other wall. Something shattered under his paw—glasses. He winced and his behind hit the door. As a bear, he had excellent night vision, but the elevator was pitch black. He couldn’t see the man anywhere. 

Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to change back into human shape. It didn’t happen. Something bounced against the ceiling and Bjorn tried to duck, but the elevator was too damn small for him not to hit the walls with every little motion. 

A clicking, high-pitched sound bounced off the walls and Bjorn flinched. Bat? It was the sound of a bat, right? Bats couldn’t kill bears, could they? 

He took a nice, deep breath and slowly his body responded to his demand and changed back to human shape. 

Come on, man, change back.” 

Nothing happened except the flapping and bouncing.