Guest Post | A Festive Gathering at Chelsea by Ellie Thomas

The lovely Ellie Thomas is back on the blog, and today you have the chance to get one of her stories for FREE if you act fast!

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Thanks, lovely Ofelia, for having me as your guest again! I’m Ellie, I write MM Historical Romance novellas, and this is my release day blitz for A Festive Gathering at Chelsea, the seventh story in my Twelve Letters series of Regency romp novellas with an ensemble cast. 

19 - Ellie Thomas - smThis 12k-word novella is a free download today only, Tuesday, December 19th at JMS Books as part of their fantastic Advent Calendar event with a free newly released book each day from December 1st -24th. 

Get your free copy here! 

https://www.jmsbooksllc.com/advent-calendar/ 

Twelve Letters, the first book in this Regency series sparked two romantic relationships. The first was between Jo Everett, MC of that story and tailor Daniel Walters due to a mix-up of letters. Then Ben Harding, Jo’s best friend, decided not to challenge young Edward Stephens to a duel and fell in love with him instead. 

As the series continues, more couples in my ensemble cast find true love. By the end of Queer Relations, the second book, social butterfly Percy Havilland clips his wings to settle down with sensible older man, Nathan Brooks. In book 5, The Misfit, musician Luc Gerrard (who appears as a side character in book 4, Gentlemen’s Agreement) re-encounters his actor lover Harry Kent for a lasting reunion. 

The theme of romantic consolidation continues in book 6, May Wedding, when Jo and Daniel, now living together above a tailor’s shop on London’s Tottenham Court Road decide to have an informal celebration to pledge the rest of their lives to each other. 

So in my new story, it was lovely to have all my couples, plus assorted guests, gathering together for some pre-Christmas hospitality at Little Chelsea. Percy’s playing host with the most, with Nathan patiently assisting. Jo is delighted to be able to go to a social event with his beloved Daniel, a rare occasion since they come from different classes. Luc is providing some musical accompaniment while Harry is his charming self. And as for Ben and Edward, well, not every couple can enjoy perfect harmony! However, there’s nothing like some seasonal reconciliation at Christmas. 

Blurb:

afestivegatheringatchelseaSequel to May Wedding

In early December of 1817, shortly before the ton retires to the countryside for the winter, Percy Havilland decides to hold an informal Yuletide afternoon party for his companions and family.

Within the unconventional social array of guests are Percy’s closest friends, the four couples consisting of gentlemen and working men who meet for supper each Thursday evening at The Golden Lion tavern. 

Percy’s aims are supported by his long-suffering and ever-reliable lover, Nathan. Meanwhile, gentleman Jo Everett relishes that he can proudly attend a social occasion with his life partner, the tailor Daniel Walters. And musician Luc has a private plan for Christmas to reveal to his actor sweetheart, Harry.

But amongst these happy couples, all is not well between Captain Ben Harding and Edward Stephens. Can Ben’s best friend Jo intervene on Edward’s behalf? Or might Ben have already reached a decision, leaving Edward heartbroken?

Excerpt:

Jo found Edward and his friends in the hallway with several other groupings, engaged in a long-winded and unhurried leave-taking. 

Are you going so soon? Daniel and I planned to take the next conveyance, so unless you’re in a rush, you can come with us. That way we can dismount at Piccadilly together.”

Edward’s usually unguarded expression grew wary. 

Thank you, but there’s no need. I’m staying with Davies on Holborn Hill. It’s very convenient for the hospital.”

At that information, Jo’s vague disquiet sharpened to genuine alarm. Despite plenty of opportunity, Ben hadn’t mentioned this new and worrying arrangement. Jo wasn’t the sort of fellow to meddle in other people’s private business. But Ben was his oldest and closest friend. Also, Jo had played a significant role in uniting Ben and Edward in the first place, so he had a vested interest in their connection.

He angled his body away from the other men to give him and Edward some scope for a private conversation.

Edward, is there anything amiss between you and Ben?”

I’m not sure.” Edward looked utterly downcast. Nearly four years rolled back, and rather than an up-and-coming doctor, he resembled the wide-eyed medical student who had been hopelessly enamoured with Ben. 

I’ve barely spoken with him since my return to London. He’s been very withdrawn all autumn. At first, I thought his foot was paining him or he was occupied with his charitable endeavours. Then it occurred to me that he was distancing himself from me. I’ve tried to speak with him to no avail. I’ve concluded that he intends to let our connection dwindle to nothing.”

Jo frowned. That doesn’t sound like Ben.

His friend was undoubtedly hot-tempered and pig-headed but he was steadfast to the core. Once he’d made up his mind about a person, they were a friend for life. Ben conducted his romantic affairs on similarly straightforward terms. Jo remembered Ben’s devastation at the loss of Aubrey, his first love and lieutenant, killed in battle during the Peninsular Campaign, to the extent Jo feared Ben might never rally. 

During his relationship with Edward, Ben had seemed utterly devoted to his second strong attachment. Jo felt a surge of guilt. Have I been too caught up in my joy with Daniel to notice that Ben is unhappy? Surely, in their almost daily conferences about the charity, Ben would have dropped a hint about his feelings. Unless he was deliberately concealing them from Jo.

Perhaps it’s my fault,” Edward said, ever eager to take the blame, his fine-boned face shadowed with sorrow. “I’m absent from London for weeks on end and when I am here, I’m often distracted by my studies at the hospital. No wonder he’s tiring of me.”

Jo could counter that Ben was long accustomed to Edward’s periods of absence. The elder Doctor Stephens’ insistence on Edward’s involvement in the family practice, effectively separating him from Ben in London, had caused the couple much heartache. 

Yet they had weathered the storm patiently and had been rewarded by Edward’s advancement in medical research at Barts Hospital. This post met with his father’s approval and also enabled Edward to divide his time between Ben’s Piccadilly home and Trowbridge. Ben had gladly accepted this compromise and was proud of his lover’s growing reputation. So what on earth has gone wrong?

Like a gleam of light through darkness, it dawned on Jo that Ben’s withdrawal might be tactical, in true military fashion. 

By his own admission, Edward was stretched thin, professionally and personally. So perhaps Ben had retrenched in an ill-considered bid to lighten Edward’s load. Such misplaced gallantry sounds exactly like Ben, Jo thought grimly. 

Has he said anything to confirm your suspicions?”

Edward shook his head sadly, tousling his reddish curls. “When I try to approach the subject, he refuses to communicate. From that, I can only assume that he no longer requires me.”

And are you in accord? Or do you want to remain with Ben?”

As much as ever,” Edward’s expressive green eyes reflected his conflicted emotions. “My sentiments are entirely unchanged.” He looked crushed. “I know I’m overwhelmed with work, but Ben’s presence is a help rather than a hindrance. Despite the challenges of juggling my research with caring for my patients, I look forward to my time in London because of him.”

Have you told him this?

I’ve tried but he doesn’t pay attention. He cuts me off before I can explain.”

Might it help if I had a word with Ben?”

Would you?” Edward’s face brightened with a glint of hope.

Of course, as long as you don’t think I’m intruding.”

If Ben will take heed of anyone, it’s you.”

Jo grimaced. “I wish I shared your conviction. What’s the worst that can happen? If he tries to shoot me, I can always summon you to patch me up.”

Thank you, Jo. I simply want to glean what’s in his heart. If he intends to reject me then I must accept that. This uncertainty is wearing me to a shred.”

Totally understandable.” Jo inwardly cursed his block-headed friend. “Leave it with me.”

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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/

Facebook reader group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/8308047409266947

Twitter: @e_thomas_author

Bluesky: @elliethomas.bsky.social

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Guest Post | Christmas Below Stairs by Ellie Thomas

Today, we have the lovely Ellie Thomas back on the blog, and this time with a Christmas story! Welcome, Ellie 😊

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Thanks, lovely Ofelia, for having me as your guest again! I’m Ellie, I write MM Historical Romance novellas, and I’m here today to chat about my new story Christmas Below Stairs, currently in the 20% new release sale at JMS Book until December 22nd.

Christmas Below Stairs is the story of two servants, Joseph and Eli, who start to fall in love during the festive period when left to their own devices in the London townhouse where they are employed. I enjoyed the complementary differences and similarities between these two men as they became close.

Joseph is an orphan and man of colour who has risen to the prestigious position of a footman at a house in Bloomsbury’s Bedford Square by the age of twenty-three. He’s a young man who has come from nothing and takes advantage of his height and build (footmen were meant to be around six feet tall and strapping) to fulfil his role. Privately, Joseph has dreams that go way beyond remaining in service for the rest of his days.

Eli is almost a decade older, yet still young for the privileged position of a gentleman’s valet. He’s worked hard to get to his comfortable station but recently found that his ambition has faded. He can’t even raise the energy to seek out a new position when his master leaves him behind in London for Christmas.

Eli and Joseph have noticed each other around the corridors of the house but have never had the opportunity to act on that attraction. I enjoyed writing about the slow burn of mutual interest and liking, describing how these two have so much more to offer each other than a passing fling.

Christmas Below Stairs

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At the age of twenty-three, Joseph Paul has come a long way from an abandoned foundling to the dizzy heights of a position as a second footman in London’s Bedford Square. But Joseph doesn’t want to remain in service forever and harbours ambitions to be his own master.

Eli Turner might have become a valet by his thirties, but he is weary of his profession and lacks direction. He can’t even summon the energy to seek out a new position in a more prestigious household.

Under ordinary circumstances, working as servants for the same family, these two men might not have the chance to exchange more than a few words, let alone confide their feelings. But when they both remain in the virtually deserted townhouse over Christmas, they take the opportunity to talk as equals and explore their mutual attraction.

Is this just a short-lived holiday fling? Or might it be the start of a long-standing romance?

Excerpt:

On a particularly damp, raw day, Joseph went to the chandler’s on the Strand to make an order to replenish the household’s supplies of candles. On the way back, nearing lunchtime, Joseph impulsively bought a couple of hot pies from a stall as he was passing, one for himself and the other for Tilly who looked like she could do with a hot meal. 

The teenage serving girl’s eyes widened at such largesse. “For me?” She squeaked as though she had been offered the Crown Jewels rather than mutton and gravy wrapped in pastry. 

She’d fallen upon the meal like she hadn’t seen food in a week. Not that they went short in this household. The cook kept them well-fed and in her absence, basic supplies of fresh food were still delivered to feed the surplus servants. It was more that as the youngest, lowliest and least regarded servant in the pecking order, Tilly was accustomed to being of no regard. 

Joseph might be robust, but he remembered being small and overlooked, where a treat took on a huge significance. He sat at the table and started on his hot pie as Tilly devoured her food. He paused when he saw Mr. Turner enter the room.

I beg your pardon, Mr. Turner,” he said, aware that the air was redolent with the savoury scent of the pies. “I didn’t realise that you would be here for lunch.”

For a moment, Mr. Turner looked austere and Joseph wondered if he would be scolded for sullying the cook’s domain with offerings from a street vendor. But after some consideration, Mr. Turner smiled, suddenly appearing youthful and approachable. Joseph admired the transformation.

I’ll just have to share with Tilly, then,” he joked as the kitchen girl put the final scrap of pastry in her mouth. “Don’t worry about me, Joseph. I’ll get something cold from the pantry. No, no,” he added as both of the younger staff started to rise. “Finish your meal. I’m perfectly capable of serving myself. There’s no need to stand on ceremony.”

But why are you still here? Joseph thought, not daring to ask the question aloud. Tilly remained for the essentials of housekeeping, including clearing, lighting and tending the kitchen fire. She’d confided to Joseph that she was also a foundling. The poor scrap has nowhere else to go. 

But well-paid senior servants like Mr. Turner had diverse options. Joseph had assumed that like the cook and butler, Mr. Turner would take advantage of his employer’s absence by visiting family.

 It’s not for me to speculate, Joseph thought. Not that I’m complaining. When Mr. Willars was in residence, Mr. Turner remained near his master’s quarters, in keeping with his position, but from the glimpses he’d caught of the valet around the house, he liked his looks and bearing. Joseph reckoned he was young for a valet, and comely with it. He assumed the dignity of his position without any pomposity. He might be distant in manner, but he was always polite to more junior staff as well as his equals. “Such a pleasant gentleman,” the housekeeper opined and the staff seemed to agree. 

Height and muscle might be a prerogative of a footman rather than a valet, but Joseph thought no less of Mr. Turner for his lesser build. He had an economical way of moving and Joseph liked the sheen of his red-blond hair against his customary black coat. 

If Joseph had come across the likes of Mr. Turner in a Covent Garden tavern, he wouldn’t have hesitated in striking up a conversation to see where it led. However, being employed in the same house meant that that route was firmly closed.

But seeing Mr. Turner, smiling and relaxed in a fitted brown coat that suited his complexion, Joseph’s interest was renewed. Especially as he had caught an unmistakable glance of appreciation from the valet at Joseph’s bronzed forearms displayed by his rolled-up shirt sleeves, resting on the table as he ate. 

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About Ellie Thomas

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/

Facebook reader group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/8308047409266947

Twitter: @e_thomas_author

Bluesky: @elliethomas.bsky.social

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19835510.Ellie_Thomas

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/ellie-thomas

Guest Post | The Birthday Bear by Holly Day

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Hiya! I’m here as Holly today 😊 A few days ago, The Birthday Bear was released. It celebrates Have a Party with Your Bear Day, and I don’t know about you, but parties aren’t really my thing, and therefore they aren’t Gabe’s thing either 😁 

Gabe is a somewhat grumpy bear shifter who owns a bakery and spends all his days in the kitchen, baking. He’s known Riley is his mate for a year now, but Riley just got out of a bad relationship and doesn’t have a clue there are shifters in the world. 

So Gabe has been waiting, and waiting, and waiting for a way to get him to be part of the family. He’s already part of the family, everyone in the sleuth knows it, it’s only Riley who doesn’t. 

Riley, on the other hand, is pleased with the way things are. The guys at the bakery are awesome, and he swings by almost every day, but his real passion in life is books. He works part-time at a library, and it’s the best thing ever. Who doesn’t want to talk about books all day?? 

And that’s what Riley does. He hangs out in the bakery and tries to turn Gabe and his sleuth members into romance readers.  

I loved writing this one, books and cakes! Who doesn’t love books and cakes?! 

The Birthday Bear

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For more than a year, Gabe Callan has known Riley Irving is his mate, but Riley isn’t ready. He stumbled into Gabe’s bakery one night after having left his abusive ex, and he’s still dealing with what he’s been through. Gabe knows he needs time, but he doesn’t know how much longer he can wait. 

All Riley wants is a safe, slow, boring life. He doesn’t want any adventures other than those he reads about in romance novels. But maybe he’s read too many paranormal books because he’s imagining the guys at the bakery growling, and sometimes he believes he sees their eyes shift color. Maybe he’s going insane. 

Gabe is scared to tell Riley the truth about what he is. If he waits too long, 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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Excerpt:

They entered the house, and Rook moved away from them. Music was playing low in the kitchen, which normally meant Laura was there. Gabe steered his steps in the direction of it. The cake needed to be in the fridge. 

“Riley!” Quillian rushed out of the living room. “Do you know how to make a straw man? It keeps falling apart, and there is no way anyone can see it’s a man.” 

Riley’s chuckle sent a shiver down Gabe’s spine. “Does it have to look like a man?” 

“Yes.” Quillian looked at him as if he was insane. 

“All right. I figured the point was to get to burn something.” 

“Well, yeah, but I saw pics of burning scarecrows when I Googled.” 

“So build a scarecrow and burn it.” 

“But how?” 

Gabe was about to growl at him when Riley briefly gave him an exasperated look. It was enough for Gabe to drop his shoulders and wait to see how this played out. Riley was in his den, talking with members of his sleuth, but when he didn’t know what to do, he turned to Gabe. Maybe he was reading too much into one little look, but he didn’t care. 

“Make a cross and strap the straw to it or stuff some old clothes or something. I don’t know. I’ve never built a scarecrow.” 

“Oh, smart! I was trying to strap it together with a frame of some sort.” 

“Come on, kitchen’s this way.” Gabe touched Riley’s elbow. It was so light it hardly counted as a touch, but it was the first time he’d ever done something like it. Riley jumped and moved out of reach but gave Gabe a nod. 

Quillian clucked low behind them, but slipped away, presumably to fix the straw man. 

As they entered the kitchen, Laura was chopping vegetables while swaying to the music. 

“Oh, Riley, you made it!” Laura beamed at him. “I read the book. No surprise baby there.” 

“Kinda hard, though there are Mpreg books. There are books where men start laying eggs and get dragon babies.” 

She scrunched her face. “Eww.” 

“Why yes, but…” Riley grinned. “I’ll hook you up if you need a fix.” 

She barked a laugh. “I’m not saying I’m not intrigued, but I think I’ll have to work up to it.” 

Riley looked as if he was about to burst out laughing. “Of course. I can get you some reverse harem to get you in the mood.” 

She chuckled. “I’m almost afraid to. What if I like it, and then I have to tell you despite knowing you hate it?” 

“Oh, I’m not book-shaming anyone. If it’s what gets you through the night, then I’m all for it. I love reading about blue-skinned aliens with weird dicks getting their girls in outer space.” 

Laura stopped chopping and let go of the knife before turning to focus fully on Riley. “What? I thought you were gay.” She glanced at Gabe, but he didn’t move a muscle. He wasn’t worried. If Riley wasn’t gay, he was bi or pan. His ex was a man, and while the relationship had been a bad one, Riley had wanted him at some point. 

“So?” 

“You find girly bits off-putting.” 

He grinned. “No, I don’t. They might not turn me on, but it’s all about the connection, isn’t it? Don’t we all dream about a big, strong, man—blue or otherwise—who’ll sweep us off our feet and rescue us from our miserable lives?” 

“Oh, you identify with the girl. Yeah, makes sense, I guess.” 

Riley frowned at her. “What? No, I…” He snapped his mouth shut. 

Gabe put the cake in the fridge, noting Rook already had placed the other box there. “Come on, Rye. Let’s go see if Quillian needs our help.” 

Riley nodded and followed Gabe out of the kitchen. “You can enjoy books with girls, right? I mean, I figure you identify with the guy considering—” Riley gestured at him. 

“What?” 

“You’re huge, so I understand you see yourself as the big partner, but gender or body parts don’t matter, do they?” 

Gabe rubbed his neck. “I don’t read much, and if I do, I don’t read romance.” 

“Movies then. If you watch a movie, and it’s a man and a woman?” 

“I don’t watch romantic movies either.” 

Riley made a frustrated sound. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. How do you live?” 

“With cakes and cookies.” 

Riley grinned, and a fire lit within Gabe. He wanted to drag him to his room and throw him on the bed and never let him go. 

“Good substitute, but you need romance in your life, Gabe.” 

“You’re right.” 

Riley snorted. “I know I am. So I’m gonna find you another book.” He moved again. 

It was not the kind of romance Gabe was hoping for, but he’d listen to whatever book Riley wanted him to.