📚 From Tuesday:
John listened, commenting just often enough to prove he really was paying attention, and honestly, I loved him for that. I mean, I loved him for many reasons, but I loved that though I knew he was bored to tears, he was too fond of her to ever let it show.
📚 I’m using Other Worlds Ink for the promo tour this time around since When Are You? is a time travel story. It actually reads more like a contemporary (with elements of far-back history and mystery), with our heros stumbling through a random and temporary time rift, losing their kid, and having to figure out where—or rather when—he is, and how to go back to save him.
Don’t worry, though, I can promise a super happy ending at the end of the emotional rollercoaster ride!
📚 From Monday:
Danny frowned at her. “Jeri, how do you know my car hasn’t been moved?”
She grinned. “There’s still a huge splatter of bird shit on your windshield that was there when I left yesterday. Unless I’m mistaken, it’s right where you’d need to look to see out. I know you well enough to know that if you’d left last night, you’d have cleaned it off. That and the drop of grease on your shirt from your lunch yesterday means you’ve been here all night and haven’t changed clothes.”
I am so thrilled to see that The Best-Laid Plans has shown up on TWO people’s top ten favorites of 2019 lists!
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📚 From Monday:
The French guy agitates my heart with his singing, and Ronan calms it with his kindheartedness. The contrasts are intense, making my skin feel too snug for my body, my chest tight, and my stomach worried. My pulse flutters in my neck, and I worry that Ronan will see it. I don’t know what to do with myself.
So I allow myself to look at Ronan, seeking comfort in his calming presence. I drink in the warmth radiating from him as though he’s the sun and I’m a sagging flower in desperate need of his rays of life.
🌺 Ioanna’s enemies are always watching…
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📚 From Sunday:
As I approach, he brushes off the hood with his hand, revealing his face, and I stutter a breath. Dang, he’s grown up nice. When he’s not hunched over, he’s tall—and inch or two over my own six-feet-one—and muscular and broad all over. His hair is buzzed completely off, his ears sticking out a little too much, and a neatly trimmed beard frames and draws attention to pink, thin lips. His eyes are dark, almost black, and suck me into his gaze.
🎄☃️ Happy Holidays to all my lovely friends and readers, and to all the wonderful people who happen to be stumbling across this blog post.
Check out the 3-day holiday sale at JMS Books: 40% off ebooks!
📚 From Tuesday: They’re rounding the corner for their eighth lap now, and he’s starting to see some flaws in this logic. Straight people, he thinks, probably don’t spend this much time convincing themselves they’re straight.
🎄 Will a decade-old family feud and long held secrets stand in the way of love?
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RJ Scott’s annual holiday celebration on her Facebook group is starting today and running through Christmas Eve.
A friendly reminder that I’ve got a holiday short story available. It’s in KINDLE UNLIMITED, but not via KDP, so you can also get it at distributors everywhere. You can read it for free with your library card via Hoopla or Overdrive.
⏳ They have to find him…but how?
🎄 Linda Ling might be all that, but Sandra Ling? She’s something.
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📚 From Monday:
“You did come,” Reid said when Michael joined him outside the restaurant early Sunday evening. “I figured it was fifty-fifty that you would.”
Michael smiled. “Seventy-thirty on my part that I wouldn’t But then I decided what the hell. It’s a free meal.”
📚 From Wednesday:
“Don’t you like dancing?” He seemed genuinely puzzled, like a straight acquaintance had once reacted upon discovering my lack of interest in women.
I shrugged. “I like watching dancing.”
He must have taken that in, for when we were at the club, several times I had the distinct impression that he was dancing for me. It was when he began to dance in a more teasing, provocative fashion, moving the hips and the pelvis, and orienting himself so that I would get the best view of this. He never gave himself away by looking at me, but I felt he was actually performing for me.
🍿 What more do you need to have a Merry Christmas than enthusiasm, ingenuity, and someone to love?
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⏳ They have to find him…but how?
🌟 Why can’t Butch’s choice be as easy as creating decorative ironwork in his forge?
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🎄 Can the magic of Christmas, and the soft voice of a man who has seen too much, show Bryan a future where anything is possible?
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An MM Holiday Romance Anthology
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📚 From Monday:
“Wow, you are hairy.”
“I did warn you.”
“I’m not complaining.” Jamie grinned, meeting his eyes. “I like a hairy chest.”
“Luke gave him a half smile. “Wait till you see my back.”
⏳ They have to find him…but how?
Two days only for this super sale! It’s time to load up and clean out your shopping cart at JMS Books!
$8 paperbacks, and 60% off ebooks!
You don’t want to miss Rainbow Gold Reviews’ big Black Friday event on Facebook! Each hour will bring four authors together for a chat in a pinned post, and each author will also make one separate post during their hour including a giveaway. At the end of the event, Mark from RGR will make a summary post with links to each chat post and each giveaway post for easy navigating. The giveaways will remain open through Sunday, with winners to be selected on Monday.
Author K.S. Trenton’s Quartz is at the fourth wall over on her Cauldron of Eternal Inspiration blog speaking with Albert (from my books, The Recruit, and The Choice) and Victor (from author M.D. Neu’s The Calling). Go on…check out the shenanigans!
📚 From Sunday:
“Well,” Skarry hesitated. He liked this strange, eccentric wizard who had swept, so suddenly into his life a few weeks ago. He wasn’t sure he should like him. Wasn’t even convinced that ‘like’ was the correct term for it; Mercurio Smith had the same curious appeal as an invitation to delve into a haunted crypt at midnight. Even as a child, Skarry had never been able to resist that kind of invitation. “I am dressed for dinner,” he said, at last. The last thing he wanted to do was offend his new companion. Mercurio liked being offended. He actively sought it out and then immersed himself in it for hours, like a long, hot bath.
📚 They have to find him. But how?
🐺 A bad bargain. A botched bounty. A binding bite.
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🎄 Christmas. A Wedding. Family. It’s the Perfect Storm…
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