Cover Reveal | Dazzle Me

Cover-Reveal

Back in 2015, I wrote a story… Beaten Track Publishing put together an anthology called Summer Bigger Than Others – A Summer Anthology. It was to be summery short stories, and most often I write dark, grey rainy autumn stories, or I write biting cold winter stories. 

Summer isn’t really my thing. 

I mean, living in Sweden, we’re deprived of sunlight, so spring and summer bring hope and a little bit of energy. This time of year, our vitamin D levels are scary low LOL 

But the bugs, and the frogs, and the sweating… *scrunches nose* 

Anthologies are always fun, though, so I wrote a story. Dazzle Me is now being re-released with JMS Books, and Tom likes tropical climates about as much as I do… 

It’ll be released on the first of May, but I have the cover. Do you want to see it? 

 

Blurb:

Tom and Santino’s anniversary is coming up, and Tom has a plan. He’s going to show Santino how much he means to him. The night will be magical.
Tom’s plan did not include a trip to Thailand. He doesn’t do aeroplanes, doesn’t do tropical climate, and he doesn’t do spas. Yet he finds himself without a stitch of clothing on a spa table, with a man he’s never met before while Santino is away on a business meeting.
This was not how it was supposed to go. Tom will do his best to live through the day so they can celebrate their anniversary when they get back to the hotel, but If Santino wanted him smooth and sparkly, couldn’t he have told him instead of booking him an appointment?

Note: Dazzle Me was first published as part of Summer Bigger Than Others – A Summer Anthology from Beaten Track Publishing.

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Fridays at Ofelia’s | Blown Away

Guest-Post

Hello, Holly here. I thought I’d hijack Ofelia’s blog for the day 😀 

Where do we stand on alphas and omegas? Personally, I like shifter stories, and I have nothing against different pack structures. I’m not a fan of Mpreg stories, though, so there is some navigating when it comes to picking books to read. 

To celebrate Big Wind Day, which is on April 12th, I’ve written a story called Blown Away. It’s released tomorrow, yay!  

When I started writing, I had this idea of a man being stranded due to the storm. Once, many years ago, there was a terrible storm here in Sweden. I was on a bus and trees fell all over the road blocking us in. We were trapped for hours. So I know you can be trapped by a storm as an ordinary human, but I was in the mood for something paranormal. And what kind of shifter has a special relationship to the wind? A bird, of course. 

To up the stakes, I made the bird an omega. In my world, omegas are treasured, so all the alphas want to mate with one. Submissives have to do what the alphas tell them to do, but omegas are outside of the pack structure.  

Arvid, our omega, doesn’t want to mate some random guy though and is on the run from a group of alphas trying to catch him. On a normal day, he’d easily have flown away from them, but this is Big Wind Day, so he’s trapped. 

And where is he trapped? In Espen’s forest. Espen is a bear shifter, a hungry bear shifter, who has no desire what so ever to brave the storm when he could be at home eating, but he has to defend his territory. 

Espen doesn’t believe omegas exists, and had he known Arvid was one, he’d never taken him home, but he couldn’t leave the poor bird in the woods, could he? 

Wing

Excerpt:  

Little by little, Arvid relaxed into the armchair. The fire was warm and while Espen was a bit grumpy, he hadn’t once tried to fuck him. He might be one of the few who couldn’t consider having a male mate, even if he was an omega. 

Ketchup?” 

What?” Arvid yanked his gaze away from the flames. 

Personally, I don’t like it much, but I have a bottle. Use it when I make Bolognese.” 

Oh… eh… yes, please.” 

Before Arvid could blink, Espen was in the kitchen, roasting stick still in his hand. As he came back, he had a ketchup bottle under his arm, a kitchen chair in one hand, and his roasting stick in the other. He sat, placed the stick across his lap, and plucked the roasting stick Arvid was holding from his hand. Without a word, he put some ketchup on the hot dog while still attached to the stick, and handed it back to Arvid so he could bite into it. 

Before he had taken his first bite, Espen had swallowed his and was putting a new hot dog on the stick. The wind howled, the flames danced, and Arvid had a surreal feeling of being trapped in a dream. 

This making my heart bang like crazy, is it something you can control?” 

Arvid shook his head. “You feel what I feel if you’re close to me.” 

And I can’t block it?” The frown wasn’t what Arvid had expected. Most shifters were thrilled to meet an omega. 

I don’t think so.” 

Do you feel what I feel?” 

Arvid shook his head. 

So, it’s a pretty crappy skill.” 

Arvid stared. “What?” He was an omega, a luna, a some-other-word. He was a prized possession, an asset for the pack, a something else. 

What do you get out of it?” 

Erm… nothing? I don’t have to obey when an alpha tells me to do something.” That was the main thing. The emotional part didn’t matter to him since he didn’t feel other people’s emotions, but he wasn’t predisposed to do something. He had a will of his own. And he treasured it. 

Espen pursed his lips and reached for a third hot dog. Where the heck had the second gone? Arvid bit into his first, it was still a bit too hot. 

I guess it’s a big deal when you’re not an alpha.” 

It was. “You would never understand the life of a submissive.” 

No.” Espen shook his head. “But I don’t agree with how they’re treated.” 

He didn’t? Most alphas thought it was great. “Do you have a… pack?” 

Sleuth.” 

You’re a sleuth?” So cool! Was he working a case? Oh no, what if he was the case? Some rich, crazy alpha had hired him to find Arvid. His heart was beating hard, and Espen grunted. 

Stop it.” He rubbed his chest. “I’m not a sleuth. A pack of bears is called a sleuth. Like… are you a murder?” 

Murder?” Arvid’s voice bounced around the room. 

Espen huffed. “Like a murder of crows.” 

Who knows the group words?” Espen was insane. 

A quiver of cobras, a cackle of hyenas, a zeal of zebras—” 

It’s not normal.” Arvid shot him a glare, then he wished he hadn’t because Espen might seem mellow, but he was an alpha. 

Normal.” Espen snorted and reached for a fourth hot dog. Where did they go? Arvid looked around the floor. Did he swallow them whole? He took another bite of his first, now a pleasant temperature. 

And no, I’m not in a… group—rock band or otherwise.” He chuckled. “I’m alone.” 

A lone wolf?” 

Bear, obviously.” Espen flinched as the sound of a window breaking sounded. “It’s the barn.” He stood. 

Where are you going?” Fear awoke in Arvid’s gut. Was there someone out there? 

I need to go put some boards over the windows.” 

Now?” 

Should’ve done it before.” He placed the roasting stick on the chair and headed for the hallway. “I’ll be back soon.” 

Blurb: 

blownaway

Espen Urso would rather stay inside and enjoy a nice, sweet cake than be out in the worst storm of the year. But there’s a group of alpha shifters trespassing, and he needs to defend his territory and keep the people in his village safe. A group of wolf shifters he can scare off, but when he realizes they’ve hurt a defenseless little bird, he loses his patience. 
 
Arvid Rai is having a bad day. He’s an omega on the run, with a group of alphas on his tail. If there hadn’t been a storm, he could have easily flown away before the stupid wolves got their hands on him, or the angry bear noticed he was in his territory. But there is a storm, and the idiot who grabbed him broke his wing, so now he can’t fly anywhere. Still, he deems it best to stay with the growly bear rather than having the other alphas fight over him. 
 
Espen has never believed in the myth of omegas, and it isn’t until he takes Arvid in he realizes how much trouble he’ll be in when shifters from near and far learn he has one in his home. Will he be able to keep Arvid safe from other shifters? Is it even possible to defend his territory with an omega in it?  

M/M Paranormal Romance: 13,628 words 

Amazon :: JMS Books :: books2read/BlownAway 

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 @ https://lnk.bio/xpae or visit her website @ hollydaywrites.wordpress.com 

Sale | Eight Feet of Magic

steampunk

 

This is a bit off season, but what are you gonna do? LOL 

Eight Feet of Magic is a crazy steampunk story I wrote back in 2017, and it’s about Yule. Or it’s not really about Yule as much as it’s about an insane trip in a steam-driven balloon ship to the Arctic Circle, but it takes place during December. 

JMS Books has this Publishing Partners program. JMS authors who also have self-published books are offered to put their books in the JMS shop among other sites you can’t get your books on as a self-pubbed author. Or maybe you can, but it’s hard.  

Anyway, I signed up Eight Feet of Magic for the Publishing Partners and it’ll now be available in the JMS shop, the Google Play shop, Bookstrand, and Dreame. It’ll still be available on all the retailers it’s been so far, so this is just extra. And since it’s a new book in the JMS shop, it’s 20% off for the coming week (in the JMS shop only). 

Excerpt: 

Hank held his breath as the sounds of the carol singers’ voices merged with the smog and faded into the dusk. It was the first Christmas songs he’d heard for the season, and it made him think of his mother. 

Demetrius dragged him to a narrow wooden door with flaking dark blue paint and rusting iron ferrules. Above, a ghost ship sign painted on a dried up board creaked every time the wind got hold of it. 

The Bold Ship. 

The words sent a shiver of recognition through him. He’d heard the name before, but how was that possible? He never came to these parts of London—no one in their right mind did. 

He slumped down in an attempt to make himself invisible, completely in vain—he had both his size and his velvet coat working against him. The dust of the streets had done nothing to mute the red colour. 

Hank had tried to stick to the shadows on the way here, but people kept staring at him no matter what. Barefoot children dressed in rags watched him with eyes wide enough for Hank to fear they’d fall out of their skulls. 

He blinked away the smoke hitting him in the face as he followed Demetrius into the grimy tavern. The low murmur stopped as he got a couple of steps inside, then he heard someone chuckle. Heat began climbing his neck, but he refused to blush. It had taken years to get it under a semblance of control. Wiping his sweaty hands on the soft velvet, he kept his gaze on Demetrius’s back. 

He’s over there.” Demetrius appeared unaware of the laughter spreading in the room and hurried towards the far corner. Hank filled his lungs with the sooty air and kept his back straight as he followed. Show no weakness. He had to duck at one point not to hit his head on a joist. 

It became darker the farther into the tavern they got, and Hank dared a breath of relief. At least his coat wouldn’t be visible from the entrance. He looked around the room before looking at the man Demetrius had stopped next to. When he did, he wished he hadn’t, he wished he’d stayed at home, and he definitely wished he’d worn his old rugged coat. 

The man’s dark eyes shone as he watched Hank. Something close to a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but Hank could tell it wouldn’t turn into a nice one. A dimple almost appeared on his right cheek, or maybe it was a muscle strain from keeping the sneer at bay. 

This is your seaman?” His voice was melodic, so melodic Hank almost missed the words. 

Yes, my son.” Demetrius nodded frantically, and Hank’s heart made a run for his throat. 

No.” 

No one was listening to him. 

Good, good. I’ve always liked a sturdy man; I need someone big and strong on the ship.” 

Hank looked around, hoping against hope someone was standing behind him, and they weren’t talking about him. Several pairs of eyes were watching him with amusement. 

I’m no seaman.” 

The man cocked his head, making a long tress of black hair glide off his shoulder. “No seaman?” Then he glared at Demetrius. “A seaman was part of the deal.” 

He is your seaman. Tall and strong, good for heavy lifting. God knows it’s all he’s good for.” 

Hank’s stomach turned, but the usual nausea following Demetrius and Polly’s words halted when the man gave an annoyed huff. If he was annoyed with Hank’s stupidity or Demetrius for pointing it out, he didn’t know, but his gaze turned harder than before. 

Silence fell. It spread to the entire tavern and made Hank twitchy—grown men shouldn’t be twitchy. 

Finally, the man reached out over the table and offered Hank his hand. “I’m Captain Elazar Steel. What’s your name, lad?” 

Lad? Lad! The man must be ten years younger than Hank, and though he was still sitting down, he didn’t look like a big man. Hank couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, and it wasn’t until Demetrius elbowed him in the side he realised he hadn’t responded. 

Hank Goodenough…sir.” 

Captain.” Hank refrained from rolling his eyes. Dear Elazar didn’t seem to notice, though. 

Steampunk M/M Romance: 18.7k words

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

Blurb:

Eight Feet of MagicThere is still magic to be found. Even in the bleakest of places.

Hank Goodenough has spent his entire life in the smoggy streets of London trying to keep his head down and not to get noticed. Not an easy feat when you’re the tallest one in the room and have a brass funnel protruding from your head. When he finds himself laid off work once again, his dad wants to drag him away on a crazy quest. Before he can figure out how to get out of it, he finds himself on a steam-driven airship in search of Odin, the old Norse God and sharing a room with Captain Elazar Steel, a man strutting around on one high-heeled boot and one peg leg.

Steel doesn’t care that the winks, smiles, and small touches he and Hank share might get them hanged once they land on the ground again. He is determined to show Hank there is magic in the world and that there is no better place to be than on his balloon ship steering towards the Arctic Circle.