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Guest Post | An Unlikely Alliance Box Set by Ellie Thomas

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The lovely Ellie Thomas is back on the blog! She’s here to talk about An Unlikely Alliance, the box set, so keep on reading!

Thank you so much, Ofelia, for having me back on the blog again! I’m Ellie, and I write Historical MM Romance. I’m delighted to announce that the box set for my Regency London-set An Unlikely Alliance MMM trilogy is now on release!

This box set consists of An Unlikely Alliance, An Increasing Entanglement and An Uncommon Alignment, where Clem, Abe and Humphrey, three very different men in terms of character and status find mutual attraction and forge a lasting relationship to reach their HEA.

When we first meet Abe Pengelly in An Unlikely Alliance, we see him through the eyes of his occasional lover Clem. Tough-guy Abe holds court at the Old Red Lion Inn that straddles the Fleet Ditch with a long history of criminal confederacy.

Bur despite his swashbuckling appearance, complete with a red velvet coat harking back to the glory days of the tavern, Abe is already planning to transform himself into a respectable businessman.

Abe might have grown up on the streets as a brawler and semi-criminal, but his devotion to his mother, Lucy, means that he has no desire to be transported or to face the gallows. By his mid-twenties, Abe has moved away from fencing stolen goods to trading in information, which is how he meets Clem. Abe is not only attracted to Clem but over time, he’s developed an affection for him. However, his growing feelings for Clem don’t seem to further their relationship.

That changes when Humphrey enters the equation and the three men embark on a relationship. Abe finally feels he’s ready to settle down, to his mother’s delight. In An Increasing Entanglement, Abe’s plans to gradually ease into respectability are fast forwarded when Travers, a contact at the military headquarters of Horse Guards, offers him a job. Similarly, his personal life is upended by Clem’s abduction by his enemy and former employer Richard Farquarson. Since he confronted Farquarson on Clem’s behalf in the first story, Abe feels culpable for this development.

Apart from his mother, Abe is accustomed to being a lone wolf, and by the third story, An Uncommon Alignment, we watch him struggle with his change of circumstances. Instead of the freedom of the Old Red Lion, he is now an office worker with colleagues and has to tolerate their petty bullying due to a difference in social class.

He’s also no longer a single man. Abe is capable of deep-rooted loyalty but he’s used to keeping his own counsel and carefully guarding secrets. Abe has to learn not to make unilateral decisions where Clem and Humphrey’s happiness is concerned, and to function as part of a team, both professionally and personally. By the end of the third novella, Abe is no longer living life on the edge but has eased into a happy domestic life and a burgeoning career, with the support of the men he loves.

Blurb:

All three novellas in the MMM Regency An Unlikely Alliance trilogy by Ellie Thomas are compiled for this box set.

In these stories, bratty private secretary Clem, semi-criminal hard man Abe, and shy gentleman Humphrey discover that mutual passion leads to romance and even lasting love when they band together to defeat a mutual enemy.

Contains the stories:

An Unlikely Alliance: In Regency London, private secretary Clem encounters shy gentleman Humphrey with satisfying results. From then on, it seems natural to include Abe, Clem’s regular lover, in their frolics. Apart from willing bedfellows, Clem is used to being alone and unsupported. But will the alliance between the three men prove more substantial than mere passing pleasure?

An Increasing Entanglement: Clem, Abe and Humphrey are struggling to maintain their romantic connection in the hustle and bustle of Regency London. When one of their trio is threatened, will the others dash to his rescue? And might this be the making of their romance?

An Uncommon Alignment: In Regency London, Clem, Abe and Humphrey are spending the summer together, in the hope of consolidating their romance. But amongst the demands of everyday life, an old enemy reappears to threaten their harmony. Can the trio defeat Richard Farquarson for once and all? And might they find a way to remain together forever? 

Excerpt:

Excerpt from An Unlikely Alliance:

Humphrey had tried and failed to forget the episode in the coffee house the week before. It wasn’t as though he had the excuse of no other distractions. He barely had a free minute given the number of house guests arriving for the start of the Season. There seemed to be a constant round of relatives expecting him to conduct them in the social round.

At Drury Lane Theatre, Humphrey was entirely distracted during a performance of Hamlet, simply because one of the supporting actors bore a faint resemblance to the man from the coffee house. Only then did he admit he was a lost cause. In conversation with his cousins afterwards, he tried to hide that he couldn’t remember a single scene from the play, even though he’d studied it at school. 

So after dinner one evening, when he wasn’t required for an hour or two, he audaciously decided to beard his seducer in his den, or rather the Fleet Street tavern he frequented. 

Humphrey was so flustered by his uncharacteristic decisiveness that he changed his waistcoat three times. Although the blond had seemed more interested in what lay beneath Humphrey’s clothing. 

He eyed his modest supply of coats with trepidation. Is the green too sober, the blue too frivolous and the buff-coloured one too plain? 

In the end, he solved the problem by closing his eyes and picking a garment at random. He didn’t dare glance at the mirror in case that prompted more equivocation. 

When downstairs, Humphrey hesitated by the drawing room door, lured by comfortable congeniality versus the pursuit of illicit pleasure. One minute he was about to enter the room and in the next, he was haring out of the front door and down the steps to the street. 

He calmed his pace when he reached Holborn, slowed by a steady trickle of early evening foot traffic that thickened as he made his way towards Fleet Street.

I’m just going for a quiet drink, he thought. He might not even be there. 

Humphrey halted at the entrance to the tavern, his resolve failing him. His vacillation was overcome by pure coincidence. A group of men required access and their impetus carried him over the threshold. Humphrey removed his crown beaver hat and looked around the unevenly shaped room. 

With a combination of disappointment and relief, he concluded that his quarry wasn’t present. Then he spotted him in a corner nook. A second glance proved that he was not alone. 

Humphrey shifted from foot to foot. In any given social situation he was a reliable sort of fellow, or so Aunt Cece reassured him. But etiquette couldn’t guide him in this particular situation.

It didn’t help that the man seated beside his acquaintance was equally attractive; well-built and with deep olive toned skin. He made a pleasing contrast to the other’s fair slenderness. His massive build reminded Humphrey enticingly of a bare knuckle boxer in an exhibition bout at the Lyceum. 

Humphrey was dawdling indecisively when the blond looked up. Humphrey was neatly hooked by that sultry grey gaze. The man nudged his friend. He whispered a few words in his ear, from which hung a gold hoop. The other man grinned and looked Humphrey up and down in a far too knowledgeable way.

Oh good heavens, has he told him? Humphrey felt hot and cold and flustered all at once. He didn’t know whether to be flattered, alarmed, or horrified. He stood stock still, to the annoyance of another patron, halted in the course of reaching the bar.

“Scuse me, squire.” 

“Beg your pardon,” Humphrey said immediately. Unfortunately, his reflex response brought him in front of the table occupied by his coffee house companion.  

“Care to join us?” The dark aspected man asked.

The invitation seemed to be loaded with meaning.

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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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Out Now | Milo Burnbrook and the Long Way Down by Amy Spector

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Milo Burnbrook has had a setback.

After being fired from his assistant manager position at an iconic Hollywood Hotel, he decides to return home to Rockport, Maine, as the new event coordinator for Rocky Cliff Lighthouse. But Milo ran from Rockport six years ago for a reason, and he quickly realizes he will have no choice but to face his past.

Milo may not be ready to make amends with his twin sister and all his old friends, but when sparks fly between Milo and Jackson, the man whose rejection sent him running to California in the first place, it looks like facing his past is exactly what he needs to do to finally have everything he has always wanted. That is, until he discovers Jackson was the prime suspect in the death of his previous boyfriend, Jason Reese, who fell from the top of the Rocky Cliff Lighthouse.

When Milo’s best friend, Robert, and his new true-crime podcaster girlfriend come to visit from California, suspicions run high, things get complicated, and Milo will come face-to-face with the truth of what happened at Rocky Cliff the night Jason died.

It’s not a fall. It’s a setback.

Book Links:

Paranormal Gay Romance: 15,167 words

JMS Book :: Amazon

Excerpt:

“How long are you staying?” The question came from Bree, sitting across from me. She still looked about thirteen. “Or is this more than a visit?” 
 
“It’s hard to say. It’s up in the air at the moment. But I’m working at Rocky Cliff while I decide.” I glanced over, feeling Jack’s eyes on me from the other end of the table — Jackson now, I guess — and smiled. He didn’t smile back. 
 
It was a struggle to look away. There had always been something about him that drew me, something that I couldn’t put my finger on. Maybe it was the nails always smudged with paint or charcoal, or the way he’d looked at me since we’d gotten older, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to paint me or kiss me. Or maybe it was as if even as a kid, I knew he’d eventually grow into his looks. And he certainly had. All cheekbones and pointed chin, and cupid bow mouth. 
 
Was it any wonder I’d run away like I did? 
 
“Oh.” When I turned back, Bree flicked her eyes momentarily to Jackson. Had I been that obvious? “I thought that place was closed down?” 
 
“Yeah, I guess it was. But I’m helping to manage the reopening. Not sure if I’ll want to stay on after, but we have our first guests booked in just a few weeks. They’re only reopening the house, though, not the light. The lighthouse needs too much work.” Or at least more than the fresh coat of paint I’d been told it received every other year. “There are a hundred and fifty-five stairs, and half of them are nearly rusted through.” 
 
The table was quiet for a long, awkward moment, and if I had felt self-conscious before, I felt doubly so now. 
 
“It’s the sea air.” Joshua broke the silence. His father owned a fishing boat he chartered to tourists, or at least had, and Joshua had spent his summers helping with the tours. “It’s corrosive as fuck.” 
 
After we placed our orders and Lemon ordered a round of drinks for the table, the conversation picked up again. I let it float around me, my eyes on my drink, making what I thought were the right conversational noises at the right time. And I was relieved when the food came. 
 
I could have enjoyed all of it if I had let myself, but I couldn’t. After having packed up and taken off without a word to anyone? Not even a goodbye to Mabel? I felt like everyone was waiting for an explanation. Everyone but Jackson. But I didn’t have any better idea now than I did then, as to how to explain what I was feeling six years ago. I’d been twenty-two and been handed a piece of paper that represented the last four years. It should have felt like freedom. But instead, I looked around at my life and felt trapped. And when I’d seen an opportunity to escape, I’d done just that. 
 
“Mabel says you were working at …” Bree leaned closer to be heard over the other conversation. “The Hollywood Roosevelt?” 
 
“Yep.” Until I’d called the police on a certain abusive celebrity, and I’d been terminated to mitigate the fallout. “You?” 
 
“Peterson, Peterson and Wilde.” She made a dismissive sound, as if I shouldn’t be impressed. “I’m just a Junior Associate.” 
 
“Well done, Bree.” It was my first genuine smile of the night, and she grinned back. 
 
“It really is cool, isn’t it?” She was beaming. 
 
“Fuck, yeah. And now I know who to call when I’m arrested. I hope you work pro bono.” 
 
“What exactly do you plan to get arrested for, Mr. Burnbrook?” She was teasing me, and I laughed. The sound of Jack … Jackson’s shifting in the booth made me look over at him. He was watching us. No, not us. Me. He was watching me, and there was something in that stare that made me long for things to be different. 
 
“I …” I’d lost my train of thought. “I think I’ll keep my options open.” 
 
When dinner finally came to an end, and everyone was making promises to meet up again, Mabel and Lemon invited me to hit a bar for another round of drinks. I declined. I’d already had more alcohol than I’d had in years. And I was tired, more tired than I should have been, maybe, but stress did that to a person. All I wanted to do was climb into bed. 
 
“Well, I’ll drive you home, then.” Mabel had already pulled out her keys. 
 
“No. You’re in no better shape to drive than me.” 
 
“I haven’t been drinking.” I looked at her, not sure I believed it. “Not a single drop.” 
 
“Really?” Had she stayed sober so she could take care of me? I felt my eyes welling up. “I’m so sorry. You’re such a good sister.” 
 
“For fuck sake. I think you drank enough for the both of us.” She went to lead me to where she was parked at the curb, but I held up my phone. 
 
“I already ordered a car. “That did not thrill her, but after some arguing, she let it go, and said she’d call me after work the next day so that we could talk, and that I’d better answer or I’d regret it. 
 
I hugged Lemon again, Joshua, and Bree. When Jackson pulled me into a hug, he pressed his lips close to my ear, and I felt my knees go weak. “Take care of yourself, Milo.” 
 
Before I could respond, or worse, try and lick his pretty mouth, he let me go and disappeared down the sidewalk, waving his goodbyes to the other. And I couldn’t not watch him go. 

Check out the National Lighthouse Day Box Set!

Celebrate National Lighthouse Day with this box set!

The National Lighthouse Day box set is a collaboration between Holly Day, K.L. Noone, and Amy Spector containing three gay paranormal romance novellas featuring lighthouses, along with ghosts, vampires, and elemental magic.

Contains the stories:

Surging Reef by Holly Day: One day, Kazimir will live in a lighthouse, but until he can afford one, he’ll simply have to satisfy his need by breaking into abandoned ones. Kazimir saves every penny he can to make his dream a reality, but lighthouses aren’t cheap. One night, when he breaks into one, he finds a vampire chained to the wall. He can’t leave him there, but how do you steal a vampire without getting caught?

Storm Point by K.L. Noone: Eric’s here to write a story about the Storm Point lighthouse. But a dark presence is summoning painful memories of his past and danger in the present. Mer’s a good sea-witch and lighthouse-keeper. But ghosts aren’t his specialty, and they’re growing stronger. The arrival of a gorgeous travel writer and untrained sensitive is a complication Mer doesn’t want. But Eric might be the answer he needs.

Milo Burnbrook and the Long Way Down by Amy Spector: After losing his job in California, Milo returns to Maine as the new event coordinator for the Rocky Cliff Lighthouse. Soon, sparks fly between Milo and Jackson, a man whose rejection sent him running from Maine in the first place. That is, until he discovers Jackson was the prime suspect in the death of his previous boyfriend, Jason Reese, who fell from the top of the Rocky Cliff Lighthouse.

Buy Links:

Paranormal Gay Romance: 60,798 words

JMS Books :: Amazon

Out Now | Storm Point by K.L. Noone

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Ghosts aren’t real. And historic lighthouses aren’t haunted.

At least, travel writer Eric Winters wants to believe that. But, while he’s here for a story about the Storm Point lighthouse, he’s seeing and feeling things he can’t explain. Even worse, that dark presence is summoning painful memories of the life Eric’s tried to leave behind … and very real danger in the present.

Meredith Murray, sea-witch and lighthouse-keeper, tries to be good at his job. But ghosts aren’t his specialty, and the haunting is growing more powerful. The arrival of a gorgeous travel writer — and obviously untrained psychic sensitive — is a complication Mer doesn’t want. But Eric might be the answer he needs.

Book Links:

Paranormal Gay Romance: 26,833 words

JMS Book :: Amazon

Excerpt:

The ground of the path felt solid under Eric’s back, when he hit it. Solid and sharp: more pebbles, ordinary and dry. That was real. He was here. If he was here, he was breathing. 
 
He got his lungs to believe that fact. He tried to sit up, and found that he mostly could. When he blinked the world filled with rainbow haloes, and steadied. 
 
Steps approached, at a run. A tall shape dove to Eric’s side, in the dirt. Hand on Eric’s shoulder, a worried voice, saying, “Can you hear me? No, don’t move too much — I can call someone, the paramedics –” The voice was deep and rich and comforting, sunbeams limning ocean depths with gold. 
 
“No, I’m fine.” He wasn’t, exactly, but Eric did not feel up to explaining sensitivity and hallucinations to a stranger, even one with a beautiful voice. He blinked again, and focused that direction instead. 
 
And discovered that more than the voice was attractive. The man at his side, kneeling on the rocky path, had thick black hair and sun-bronzed skin and dark stubble, attractively rugged; the man was wearing sturdy jeans and an emerald knit sweater, and his eyes were emerald too, an astonishing lapidary green. He said, while Eric was distracted by the fact of being rescued by a broad-shouldered water-god, “You’re not fine, if you’re passing out after looking at our rocks and our ocean. Are you feeling dizzy? Ill?” 
 
Eric sighed, “No,” and moved to get up, to gather legs under himself. The sky and sun and coastal mist swam, eddied, decided to behave. “Thank you. I just sometimes … that happens, sometimes. I’m used to it.” 
 
“Oh, and that makes it all right, does it?” The man got up with him, and kept a hand under Eric’s elbow. They were nearly the same height, though the new helpful arrival stood a couple of inches taller and with a distressing sense of responsibility for other people; he added, “I’m not used to it. Should I call someone for you? Or at least get you out of the sun? Some water?” 
 
“Maybe that one.” Eric rubbed a temple, winced, looked sideways at those sea-glass eyes. “You’re not used to it? You just met me. We haven’t even met, technically.” 
 
“I was watching you from the gallery, and my name’s Meredith. Mer, if you want.” Which explained nothing, except that Meredith had a sea-name, a wild island legend to go with the eyes and the hair and the glorious tall-dark-and-handsome good looks. Mer added, “Murray. I mean the last name,” while gently but inarguably walking Eric up the short path, around the curve of the lighthouse’s white tower, to the far end of the equipment room, and then through a small back door labeled Staff Only, which revealed a comfortable break-room space, with a sofa and a tiny refrigerator and a very modern small television. “Sit down. Water.” 
 
Eric sat obediently. The headache lingered, but it wasn’t bad. A bruise, a rug-burn, a scrape on the inside of his skull. The lighthouse itself seemed to be helping: it felt safe to his odd extra sense, a tower that wanted to fulfil its job of guiding and protecting, a place where the family of keepers had taken that responsibility seriously, generation after generation, until the building became imbued with purpose. 
 
Mer ducked into the tiny refrigerator, returned with an unopened bottle. “Here. Drink this. Painkillers? Something for the headache?” 
 
“No, it’s not bad.” The water helped, too: cold and certain. In the wake of the sip, the last name registered. “Murray. Any relation to –” 
 
“Oh yes. I’m one of the family.” Meredith, with the unselfconscious ease of a man belonging to those generations of Storm Point keepers, collected a bag of trail mix from a shelf, came back over, perched on the sofa-arm next to Eric’s spot. “Here, eat something. Sugar, energy, all that. It’ll help.” 
 
“You sound like you’ve done this before.” 
 
Mer laughed, though the sound was wry, and ran a tanned hand through his hair, rumpling shaggy waves. A few silver streaks in the dark, matching lines around his eyes, suggested he was older than Eric’s own twenty-seven, but the tall energy and competence might belong to any age. “I have … let’s say … some experience with people needing assistance. And yes, I do work here, which is why we’re in the break room. If –” 
 
The inner door opened; Eric caught a glimpse of a museum shop, busy displays, a bustle of visitors. A short brisk woman with the even curlier version of Mer’s hair, and lighter green eyes, put her head in to say, “Tom said you’d come in here; everything all right?” 
 
“Fine,” Mer said. “Just taking care of …” He paused, eyebrows up; Eric realized abruptly that he had not introduced himself, and flung in hastily, “Eric. Winters.” 
 
“Taking care of Eric. He needed to sit down for a minute, after looking at the shipwreck rocks.” 
 
The woman made an interested noise, at that. Mer said, “Go watch out for the tourists on those steps, Aunt Jen, we’re okay,” and she nodded at him and vanished to, presumably, deal with wayward tourists. 
 
“Sorry,” Mer said. “Family. They worry.” He was still considering Eric. “Eat that.” 
 
Eric gave in, because why not, at this point. The first sip of water, the first bites of food, did help. He said, “Thanks,” and then, because he was himself and that was a story, “Shipwreck rocks?” 

Check out the National Lighthouse Day Box Set!

Celebrate National Lighthouse Day with this box set!

The National Lighthouse Day box set is a collaboration between Holly Day, K.L. Noone, and Amy Spector containing three gay paranormal romance novellas featuring lighthouses, along with ghosts, vampires, and elemental magic.

Contains the stories:

Surging Reef by Holly Day: One day, Kazimir will live in a lighthouse, but until he can afford one, he’ll simply have to satisfy his need by breaking into abandoned ones. Kazimir saves every penny he can to make his dream a reality, but lighthouses aren’t cheap. One night, when he breaks into one, he finds a vampire chained to the wall. He can’t leave him there, but how do you steal a vampire without getting caught?

Storm Point by K.L. Noone: Eric’s here to write a story about the Storm Point lighthouse. But a dark presence is summoning painful memories of his past and danger in the present. Mer’s a good sea-witch and lighthouse-keeper. But ghosts aren’t his specialty, and they’re growing stronger. The arrival of a gorgeous travel writer and untrained sensitive is a complication Mer doesn’t want. But Eric might be the answer he needs.

Milo Burnbrook and the Long Way Down by Amy Spector: After losing his job in California, Milo returns to Maine as the new event coordinator for the Rocky Cliff Lighthouse. Soon, sparks fly between Milo and Jackson, a man whose rejection sent him running from Maine in the first place. That is, until he discovers Jackson was the prime suspect in the death of his previous boyfriend, Jason Reese, who fell from the top of the Rocky Cliff Lighthouse.

Buy Links:

Paranormal Gay Romance: 60,798 words

JMS Books :: Amazon