In order to stay alive, Bray and Sam must appear to be lovers.

What happens when pretending becomes too real?

When Brayden stumbles into a covert operation, Sam has to keep him alive. Together they navigate their unexpected attraction and the world of the Ukrainian mafia.

Brayden Hart needs to find his older brother Mason and time is running out. Mason disappeared after being discharged from the military two years before. While on leave from the army, Bray follows a lead his friend has been able to find. When he knocks on the door of a dingy apartment outside Miami, the last person he expects to meet is the gorgeous but grumpy Sam Wheeler.

Sam denies knowing Bray's brother and turns him away. But Sam is Bray's only lead. Luckily, Bray's childhood friend is one of the best hackers in the country and helps Bray follow Sam to Ukraine.

In Kiev, Bray falls blindly into the fray of a covert operation and Sam steps in to keep him alive. While navigating the choppy waters of the Ukrainian mafia, Bray and Sam fall into the bedroom. But what happens when the mission ends?

Publisher: Pride Publishing

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Genre/s:. Contemporary M/M Romance (Action/Adventure)

Trope/s: Fake boyfriend

Themes: Finding belonging, Moving on from the past

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 79 900 words/ approx. 300 pages

This is the first book in The Hart Consulting Series, but can stand alone.

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Introduce yourself and your writing

I’m a little bit of an awkward introvert, so bear with me. These open ended questions are the hardest for me. I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember and I’ve been writing for a long time as well. Romance is my go-to genre and I like to read about all pairings and all sub-genres.

My writing is pretty realistic. I write how I talk, contractions, slang and all. I like sex to be on the page when I read, so that’s how I write. There are sides of my characters that may never reach the page, but I’ve written their whole backstory. Hopefully that helps them to act consistently through the book.

How long have you been an author?

That depends on your definition of author. I’ve been writing since high school in one form or another, but some say you aren’t an author until you’re published. This is my first novel, so if that’s your definition, then 2021.

Tell us about your new release. What inspired you to write it?

If you know any writers, you know that we don’t always choose the story, sometimes the story chooses us. Stories come to me in dialogue first, snippets of conversations — usually emotional scenes — that roll through me and I have to write it down so I don’t lose it.

The conversations that came to me first were between the three Hart brothers and their father. First Mase, then Bray and Nick. They all have a very precarious relationship with their dad. He’s caused his family a lot of pain and he thinks he’s ready to own up to that.

That’s what has Bray looking for his brother once again at the beginning of Sweet Hart. Bray has tasked himself with pulling his family back together. He’s tenacious and kind and sweet. He also lands in a heap of trouble that only Sam can help him out of.

How did you decide on the title?

The title was easy, it’s Braden’s army call sign. Coming up with his call sign was a lot more time consuming.

What are you working on at present? Would you like to share a snippet?

Nick’s story is done and with the editor, so I’m in the middle of Mase’s story (book 3). Mase is really tearing me apart. His love is so strong and unwavering. I don’t even have a full first draft yet — and it’s rough — but I can give you a little bit.

For the first time in years, Jazz turned toward him instead of away and accepted the comfort. He pressed his forehead against Mase’s shoulder. It felt so right to have Jazz in his arms that Mase’s body began to react. This was where he always seemed to falter. He pulled his hips back to hide his erection.

He did nothing more than rub Jazz’s arms. He’d deduced enough over time to know that Jazz had no-go zones and his back was the biggest one. Mase cupped his cheek and kissed the top of his head. After a few short moments, Jazz pulled back and looked up at him.

The breath froze in Mase’s lungs as he looked into those heavy-lidded eyes he loved. This was the hardest part, having to pull away before Jazz rejected him. If he let things progress, he’d cross one of Jazz’s invisible lines, and he would retreat. Their friendship would suffer yet again.

Jazz’s gaze dropped to his mouth. Mase barely held back a groan. He was pretty sure it wasn’t meant to tease. He’d come to that conclusion over the years. Jazz couldn’t seem to help it.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

The same advice I give myself; keep writing, don’t stop learning about the craft of writing, take constructive criticism with grace, truly examine your writing after getting feedback, and learn what works for you. But in the end, it’s your story, tell it your way.

Are there any genres you prefer to write and if so, why?

I prefer romance. Whenever I go to write a story, there is always love and a happily ever after. I would like to jump around in the sub-genres. Since I like world-building, I think eventually I’ll delve into fantasy and paranormal.

Is there a book you wish you had written?

Not a book, but a character. It’s a little cliché, but I do love Mr. Darcy. He’s complex and he allowed love to change him in the best way.

Why M/M?

I love reading about men falling in love with each other, so I think it’s natural that I’d want to spin my own stories about it.

Do you have any genres you prefer reading, and if so what are they?

I’ll read anything if it sounds interesting, with the exception of horror.

What book are you reading at the moment?

I’m reading Fandom by Eden Finley

What other novels do you adore/ writers you follow?

Too many novels to name, but I will name a few authors. I really like Sloane Kennedy, Tal Bauer, and Annabeth Albert.

Are you a panster or a plotter?

I am a pantser by nature, but I’ve discovered that I can write faster if I at least have a skeleton of an outline.

The background and research are what take the longest, besides writing and revising. Sometimes the character background story is thousands of words long and much of that won’t make it into the book, but it’s their story all the same. Most often, I know how the story ends long before I begin, I just don’t always know how I’m going to get there.

Do you write often? Do you have a schedule?

I try to write every day, mostly at night when our house finally quiets down. I try to make a certain word count every day.

Are you a cat person or a dog person? Tell us about your pets.

I love animals. I grew up around dogs. We always had at least two. Twice, we’ve moved and inherited a cat. If I could afford it, I’d have a bunch of dogs, cats, maybe even a horse. For now, I just have one geriatric dog. She acts like a cat with a hairball sometimes, so it’s almost like having a cat and a dog.

If you had access to a time machine just once, is there anything you'd go back and change? Either on a personal level or an historical event?

I’ve read too many fantasy and sci-fi novels for this one. You can go back and kill Hitler, but someone even more sinister might take his place and succeed where he failed. I try really hard not to have regrets and learn from my mistakes.

The only thing I would change about the past are the times I’ve hurt people on purpose. Hurting someone by accident is one thing. I think it’s much worse to hurt someone on purpose.


“I’ll let you relax,” Sam said as he stood.

“Don’t go. You said I couldn’t sleep. I want to relax, but if you keep me talking, I won’t fall asleep.”

With a nod, Sam backed away and sat on the closed toilet. From there, he could only see Bray from the shoulders up. Much less of a temptation.

“This feels amazing. The warmth is seeping into my bones. Today definitely didn’t turn out how I thought it would.”

Sam snorted. “Ditto. I thought I was in for a fairly mundane business trip.”

Bray reached for the little soap provided by the hotel but flinched. Sam jumped up to get it for him. He tried not to look at Bray’s lower half, but his eyes caught on the bruises.

“Are they getting worse?” Sam asked.

“I’d only worry if it hurt to breathe. You’re quite the mother hen, Sam Wheeler.”

Sam looked up at the sound of his alias. The last name sounded so wrong coming from Bray’s mouth, but the kid was smiling like he was proud of himself. Sam found himself smiling back until his gaze fell once again to the black-and-blue marks on Bray’s abs.

“I feel responsible,” he murmured as he returned to sit on the toilet lid.

“You couldn’t have stopped me. I did my best to hide the fact I was following you.”

“Next time I’ll remember to have one of my men sit on you.”

Bray’s eyes went wide.

“Not like that. Don’t get all offended. I meant trail you, make sure you don’t leave the States.”

“I want to apologize,” Bray said. “I’ve caused you a lot of trouble today with and I didn’t mean to. You don’t know how relieved I was to see you walk into that room. I knew you’d come for me.”

Sam wasn’t sure how true that last sentence was, but he was sure the rest was true. The look in Bray’s eyes made Sam uncomfortable.

“Don’t look at me like I’m some hero, Bray.”

“You’re a good man, Sam Wheeler. I knew it right away, and today, you proved it.”

“I didn’t prove anything. My business is about as dark as you can get. I’m not a good man.”

“You are to me. I might be naïve, but I think that counts for something.”

“Don’t see pixie dust where there is none. It wouldn’t behoove me to have left you there at their mercy. I had selfish reasons for getting you out of there.”

“I’m sure you did.” Bray smiled.

Maybe he was getting too into his role, but that smile was one of both indulgent patience and dirty little nymph. It was a smile one boyfriend would give another and Sam hated how much he loved looking at it.


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Life after the Crash.

Over a century after the end of the Earth, life goes on in Redemption, the sole remaining Lunar colony, and possibly the last outpost of humankind in the Solar System. But with an existential threat burrowing its way into the Moon's core, humanity must recolonize the homeworld.

Twenty brave dropnauts set off on a mission to explore the empty planet. Four of them—Rai, Hera, Ghost and Tien—have trained for two-and-a-half years for the Return. They're bound for Martinez Base, just outside the Old Earth city of San Francisco.

But what awaits them there will turn their assumptions upside down—and in the process, either save or destroy what's left of humanity.

Release Date: Saturday, May 10, 2021

Publisher: Other Worlds Ink

Cover Artist: J. Scott Coatsworth, Sleepy Fox Studios

Length: 408 Pages

Genres: Sci Fi, Hopepunk

LGBTQ+ Identities: Gay, Transgender, Lesbian, Bisexual

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We live in a world with too many choices. I can choose from a dozen great streaming services, all offering different (sometimes overlapping) bits of the digital entertainment universe.

Trader Joe’s has something like ten flavors of hummus. And don’t get me started on Jelly Bellys.

But sometimes I just want to keep things simple, to shut off all my devices and settle ion with a bowl of old-fashioned chocolate chip ice cream and a real, physical book.

There’s something about holding a book in your hands, about flipping through the pages and smelling that combined aroma of paper and ink that’s almost better than sex.

I’ve loved books since I was a little kid, when my mom had a library (a shelf along one wall of the “spare bedroom”) literally filled with them. And I gravitated to the sci-fi and fantasy ones most of all.

These days, we don’t have much room for physical books in our house – something I consider a bit of a moral failing. So I have learned to make do reading books on my cell-phone screen. But somehow that little percentage bar’s no substitute for the feeling – physically by the number of pages in your hand – that a book is nearing its end.

In the end, when I am truly old and infirm, those streaming services will be gone. My old eBooks won’t work in the newfangled brain phones. And hummus? We’ll probably all be eating soylent green. But my paper books will still be here.

And I will still love them.


We’re going home.

Rai sweated inside his suit, white-knuckling the arms of the retrofitted launch chair under his suit gloves. He watched the Zhenyi’s launch countdown clock.

Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight…

Outside he was calm, but inside he vibrated like an erhu string, his stomach doing acrobatics in his chest. I’m not ready.

Five teams of dropnauts had strapped themselves into their jumper ships, prepared for the ascent from Redemption on the lunar surface to Launchpad station. Outside his porthole, the blue-green marble of Earth beckoned.

Forty-five, forty-four…

Rai cast a nervous glance at his three teammates. Hera was doing her preflight check, her back to him, sweat dripping down the umber skin of her neck from her short-cropped, curly black hair.

Behind him on his right, Tien’s eyes were closed, and she was still as a golden statue. Zen.

He turned to find Ghost looking at him from behind. His ex grinned, running his hand through his lanky, dirty blond hair, his green eyes twinkling. His skin was as white as Rai’s own, but with a dusting of freckles over the bridge of his nose.

Rai managed a pale imitation of a smile back. -It’s totally safe.- Ghost’s voice pinged in his head, em to em.

-Sure. Easy for you to say.- Ghost had never feared a thing in his life.

Rai sighed. If he had to, he could take the small ship apart and put it back together with his bare hands, a skill learned under Sam’s supervision—the mech was as harsh a taskmaster as any human Rai had ever worked for. Still, he felt like puking. The speeches and adulation of the farewell celebration were over, and now his doubts circled like vultures. I’m not ready.

Thirty-two, thirty-one…

-You’ll be ok.- Hera’s determined voice this time. She turned to squeeze his knee, and then fired up the Zhenyi’s hydro-fuel engine. He flashed her a sheepish grin.

A hundred meters away, the Bristol’s takeoff shook the landing pad. Rai watched it rise, carrying Dax, Jess, Ola, and Xiu Ying, the London team, toward the bright stars above. The jumper’s expelled water froze almost instantly, falling as snow over the snaking lava tube that held the city of Redemption. A lunar blizzard whipped by them and shimmered into nothing.

Rai closed his eyes, remembering the night before. Jess, laughing and dancing with him at Heaven, the clear dome of the lunar sky sparkling above them, the heavy beat of the thromb club pulsing through his chest. Dancing like no one was watching.

He rubbed his jaw. It still ached from the fist he’d taken to the face. Wild party. And a wilder night with Ayvin, the jack he’d picked up at the club.

Zhenyi, ready for liftoff in T-Minus ten seconds.” Sam’s voice, coming from Team Five’s ship, the Liánhuā, was cool and collected. Did the mech feel emotion, like the nausea that was boiling in Rai’s guts? His teammates were strong, smart, and prepared for anything. I can do this. Besides, it was too late to back out now.

“Affirmative.” Hera shifted in her seat, her biframes stretching her paralyzed legs for her.

“You’ll do okay, tiger.” Ghost elbowed him in the ribs.

“Six, five, four…” Hera swiped the glossy white control deck, and the launch controls appeared, floating over the white surface.

“Leave him alone.” Rai could hear the icy frown in Tien’s voice.

He closed his eyes, willing his stomach to calm. Here we go. Nothing he could do about it now.

“Three, two, one… hang on.” Hera fired the engines, and the craft lifted on a cloud of steam into the star-filled skies of Luna.

Rai squeezed his armrests again as G-force pushed him hard back in his seat. He was committed now. Poppies, Chinese Houses, Fiddlenecks, Baby Blue Eyes, Yellow Pansies, Star Lilies… Reciting the flowers of the old San Francisco basin helped soothe his abraded nerves as the rumbling of the little craft rattled his bones.

He opened his eyes to see Redemption receding below them. The great lava tube was striped with sparkling bands of solar receptors that let sunlight into the city below. Rail lines snaked out from Redemption to the transit center like roping vines—to the seed launcher at Copernicus Crater, to Renewal colony, and beyond.

As the city shrank below them, his fear turned to sadness, a lump forming in his throat. He’d taken his home for granted, enthralled by the idea of joining humankind’s greatest adventure in a century. Now he might never see it again.

The hydro rocket thrust them up out of Luna’s gravity well into naked space, toward the bright blue skies of the empty Earth above. Rai stared at it, that enigmatic ball in space which no one had visited in over a century. What secrets are you hiding?

The roar cut off as quickly as it had begun, leaving the Zhenyi drifting upward in silence as they slipped out of Luna’s grasp.

Hera’s hands flew across the deck, swapping the launch controls for navigation, and nudged them onto a new course following the Bristol toward the Launchpad.

Rai let go, his breath coming out in a heavy sigh.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” Ghost unbuckled his seatbelt and stretched, yawning as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

God, he’s beautiful. Pale as his namesake under his mop of dirty blond hair, the engineer’s thick arms were just a suggestion under the bulky suit, but Rai could still see them in his mind. Ghost’s well-toned muscles, the smell of his skin after—

“You okay, buddy?” Ghost was staring at him, one dark eyebrow raised in concern.

Rai bit his lip and looked away. “Just nervous. Wondering if we’ll ever make it back home”

“Hey, if things go well after the drop, maybe you and me could open the first Earthside bar since the Crash.” Ghost leaned over him from behind to stare at the Earth through the porthole, his cheek close to Rai’s

“That’s crazy.” But his spirits lifted. It was idiotic. And just the distraction he needed.

Ghost sank back into his own seat. “Every outpost needs a good bar where the colonists can blow off a little steam, right?”

Rai laughed in spite of himself, warming to the idea. “We could call it ‘The Frontier’.”

“Or ‘The Wild Hookup’.”

“Best beer this side of the planet.”

Only beer!”

Rai snorted. Just like old times. He hadn’t forgiven Ghost, though. Not yet. He looked down at his gloved hands, emblazoned with the leaf-and-orb of Redemption’s space service.

Things had ended badly between them—crash and burn bad. Still, they’d be too busy the next few weeks to think about anything but the drop. The survival of Redemption and the remnants of humanity depended on them.

He could let it go. I have to. He’d managed the launch, after all. I can do this too.

Ghost squeezed his shoulder and closed his eyes, touching his temple and bobbing his head to a song only he could hear.

Rai turned away.

You’re stronger than any of us. Hera had told him that the night before. Still, he didn’t feel strong.

He looked out of the porthole again at the Earth—the same view they’d had from Heaven. And yet somehow, it looked different. More real.

Poppies, Chinese Houses, Fiddlenecks, Baby Blue Eyes, Yellow Pansies, Star Lilies…

He touched his hand to the porthole. Even through the glove, it was cold. We’re going home.


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Scott lives with his husband Mark in a yellow bungalow in Sacramento. He was indoctrinated into fantasy and sci fi by his mother at the tender age of nine. He devoured her library, but as he grew up, he wondered where all the people like him were.

He decided that if there weren’t queer characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.

A Rainbow Award winning author, he runs Queer Sci Fi, QueeRomance Ink, and Other Worlds Ink with Mark, sites that celebrate fiction reflecting queer reality, and is a full member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America (SFWA).

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The Blackwood Pack saga continues...

Blackwood Pack, 4

This is part of a continuing series by Amazon International Bestselling Author, Mary Rundle – reading the previous titles is advised. Readers will enjoy catching up with members of the Blackwood Pack and reading about what is happening to them as the pack does what it does best ̶ caring for one another and helping shifters everywhere.

Kieran was sold into slavery where he was forced to care for other prisoners held by a shifter trafficking ring. But that changed when a Blackwood brother freed him and the others. Now for the first time in his life, the world beckons and he can plan his future. That is, until he discovers why the Fates brought him to the Blackwood Pack.

Logan, one of the brothers, has become a virtual recluse, spending hours at his design table, unable to shake the horrible memories of his family's massacre and an unhappy childhood under the fist of his father, a dictatorial and abusive Alpha.

When Kieran appears, Logan is smitten with this pink-loving twink who tries to use his sassy and irrepressible wit to win his heart. After Logan claims Kieran, he finds keeping him is not easy. When both realize Logan can't give himself completely to his Fated Mate, Kieran takes off but tells no one where.

A frantic search, rejection, dark secrets revealed, ghosts exorcised- these are just some of the obstacles Kieran and Logan must overcome as they embark on a mission of discovery that will make their love for each other stronger. Only then, will these two unique wolves fulfill their destinies decreed by the Fates and gods and prove worthy of the powerful gifts bestowed on them.

Release Date: Monday, March 22 2021

Publisher: Dragonheart LLC

Word Count: 108047

Genres: MM Romance, Erotica, Fantasy, Paranormal, Paranormal - Shifters

Pairings: Kieran and Logan – MM Gay

LGBTQ+ Identities: gay

Tropes: Alpha Character, Fated Mates / Soul Mates, omega, Mpreg, Rescue, True Love, Magic

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Hello, thanks for hosting my blog tour for the Audio version of Ice Soul, Book 4 of the Blackwood Pack saga. Nick J. Russo, an award-winning narrator, is simply amazing in his ability to make each character come alive. As an author, I get many questions about writing, so today, I’ve answered some of them for you.

What advice would you give to help others create plotlines?

Plots are how events unfold within your story and sometimes several of them are interwoven together. Don’t become too complex or it may be hard for readers to follow. As for creating stories and plotlines, many are usually based on a writer’s life experiences so be open to life and the plotlines will be realistic.

What has helped or hindered you most when writing a book?

The Interruptions of daily life: deliveries, phone calls, my cat walking over my keyboard trying to prematurely edit my writing. After a while, I just decided to become a night owl and write when most of the rest of the world was asleep.

What’s your writing software of choice?

Microsoft Word. It has every bell and whistle a writer might need (which isn’t really very much) and its strong point is its capability to track changes allowing my editor to make changes and for me to accept or reject them.

Whom do you trust for objective and constructive criticism of your work?

Primarily, my husband, who is a professional editor and knows every storyline and character in my books by now and has keyed in to my writing style. But several Beta readers who go over my books after he’s finished will sometimes come up with some valuable insights.

What are the essential characteristics of a hero you can root for?

There’s an old saying about what makes a good novel that goes something like this: “A hero must overcome overwhelming odds to achieve a worthwhile end.” . So, obviously, the hero has to be likable (or become likable at some point). Other than that, there’s a wide range of characteristics that heroes can have–and should have.

What do you do to get inside your character’s heads?

Without sounding flippant, they get into my head and I simply channel their thoughts and actions onto the page. They are all very real to me and sometimes when my husband and I are discussing everyday things, he or I will say something like: “Well, Kieran [one of my characters] wouldn’t go for that, he’d…” And then we both break out laughing.

Have you ever tried to write a novel for a genre you rarely or never read?

Yes. M/M Paranormal Romances was a new genre that I had just begun reading and it reached right out and grabbed me. I knew that my first novel would have to be in that genre and so it was.

If you could be a character in one of your favorite books, who would you be?

Oracle. She’s closest to the Fates, a woman of supreme confidence and beauty and has a lot of empathy. Who wouldn’t want to be like her?

Has writing and publishing a book changed the way you see yourself?

Yes. I used to be underworked and overpaid. Now I’m overworked and underpaid. Seriously, though, you have to love writing to stick with it. You have to make sacrifices you never thought possible. You have to take criticism without tears. And you just have to keep writing despite all the obstacles. Sticking to writing is like training to be a Navy Seal—Just keep at it one step at a time and don’t ring the bell…the rewards will eventually come.

Would anyone in your family disapprove of anything you’ve written?

Unfortunately, I think that is true for a lot of writers. For me, only a few of them know what I write about. The LBGTQ community is not their cup of tea. The old saying about not judging a book by its cover is particularly apt here. Although my sexy, male, nude covers have become my brand, what’s inside is far different from what most people would think. There’s a lot of substance within the books—love, adventure, sorrow, set within a fantasy world that just enthralls the reader. One told me that even if the sexy parts were omitted, she’d still buy my books because the stories were so compelling. That’s what every author loves to hear.

What are you working on next?

Two books – first, Brady’s story. I’m hoping to release Book 11 of the Blackwood Pack series in July depending on whether Brady’s mate behaves himself. Also, the next audio book – Shadow Voice. Nick has finished his narration so hopefully it will be released by Audible soon.


The music was playing once again as Logan woke up. Listening to it he could feel it wrap itself around his heart. Content and relaxed, he lazed on the sofa, thinking about nothing at all while his world fell into place. No more anxiety, tension, worry—all gone as if they’d never existed.

He felt reborn and reenergized, ready to finish all the work waiting for his design genius—to give his nephew and niece a nursery worthy of the journey they’d made, and another for a prince—or princess—as the case might be. He wanted to look at the ancient artifacts Ian received when he mated with Colton because an idea was forming in his head about using them.

Then, there was the design that was driving him nuts—Cody’s home for gay boys. No matter what changes he made, it just wasn’t right, but he was determined to make it perfect. When Cody and Dylon approached him initially with their idea, he was so fucking proud of his brother, and touched that they wanted him to do the design. As he drew up the first set of plans, he cried all through it, thinking about the boys who would be living there after being rejected by their parents.

That’s why it had to be right—it had to feel like a home—a home filled with love, so the boys’ souls could recover from the worst thing that could ever happen to a child—feeling unwanted by parents they trusted. But every time he tried to draw a home he ended up with a dormitory—hardly helpful in erasing bad memories. Logan was determined to get it right and after a great night’s sleep, he felt he would have the ‘ah ha’ moment today, signaling the breakthrough he needed to do justice to Cody’s dream.

After those major jobs, he still had to redesign Dakota’s kitchen, the great room, Cody and Dylon’s suite and Colton and Ian’s suite. Thinking back to the days after the massacre, Logan was sure he would never have another design job again while they hid from their uncle and his attempts to kill him and his brothers. His twin knew how upset Logan was when he was forced to give up his schooling. He’d been only a year away from an Interior Design degree, but that dream was tossed to the winds when they were forced into hiding.

Chuckling to himself, he remembered how upset he’d been about Jackson finding his Fated Mate. So afraid Jackson would leave him, as had happened for a summer when they were young. Logan had mixed feelings about Steel for a while, but in the end, his brother was happier than he had ever seen him, and Logan ended up with a nephew and more design jobs than he could ever have believed possible.

The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his thoughts and after fishing it from his pocket and looking to see who was calling him this early, Logan answered. “Hello bro, how’s Daniel?”

“Good morning to you, too. Daniel’s doing fine which you would know if you came down from your design tower.”

Logan grinned. “Design tower? Really?”

“What do you call it?”

“Uhmm…my design studio?”

“Well, I guess that’ll work. Listen, the reason I’m calling is to let you know I’ll be calling a pack meeting after breakfast today and I want you there.”

“What’s the problem?”

“Josiah filed a complaint against us claiming we killed our parents and everyone else in the…”

Logan sat up. “That fucking asshole. Of course, I’ll be there.”

“Good, because I’m worried about how Zane will react, and I need him…well, his computer skills…to find the proof we were in Las Vegas at the time.”

“Got it. Do you want to meet first?”

“Good idea. After breakfast but before the meeting. Are you gonna come down or eat in your room?”

“I’ll be down. Tell Dakota. I’ll see you soon, I need to take a shower.” Logan quickly ended the call and rose, intent on getting into the shower quickly. Remembering Dakota’s instructions, he opened some windows to air out the place. Checking his cock and wolf, Logan was glad to find both were behaving themselves this morning. Even the thought of seeing Kieran had no effect on them which was most strange. Could I have been sick? The more Logan thought about it the surer he was. Certainly, if Kieran had been his Fated Mate, his symptoms would not disappear overnight…Oh my gods, unless he died! Frozen in place, he considered the possibility but rejected it after seeing his wolf calmly grooming himself. Logan shook his head at the ridiculous thought. No, he isn’t my mate and I must talk to Ian to make sure I don’t have a relapse.

Jumping into the hot steaming water, he let it course over his body, enjoying the feeling of it. Grabbing some shower gel, Logan lathered his body before rinsing off days of sweat and grime. Turning the water off and grabbing a heated towel, he dried himself quickly as he thought about what to wear for Kieran…ugh, not for Kieran…what to wear, period. He had to stop thinking of Kieran this way because if Cody ever found out, there would be hell to pay.

Without thinking, he grabbed his skinny jeans that showed off his package nicely and a skin-tight t-shirt in a deep, dusty rose color. Finger-combing his hair, Logan checked himself in the mirror and liked what he saw. The shirt color emphasized his eyes and his rosy lips. Picking up his phone and slipping it into a pocket, Logan grinned. He was finally going to see Kieran again. Slipping out of his room, Logan never realized his thoughts were all about the pink-loving twink.


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The first book I ever wrote was Dire Warning in 2017 and, much to my delight, it became an Amazon Best-Seller. Readers loved it and I was on my way to chronicling the Blackwood Pack, seven brothers who are gay wolf shifters in search of their fated mates—stories about love at first sight with twists and turns, angst and humor, romance and adventure and, of course, happy endings.

As my books began to be translated into other languages, I also became an Amazon International Best-Selling author and then achieved the honor of becoming an Amazon All Star due to their popularity. My tenth book, Darkness Master has just been published and audible versions of the entire series are in progress.

I love the M/M paranormal genre because it gives my imagination a lot of territory in which to roam. My mind can really run wild and come up with some amazing stuff when it doesn’t have to stay inside the box.

My readers tell me they feel like they’re members of the pack as the stories unfold…as if they’re right there in the middle of the action. Others tell me it’s like watching a fast-paced movie. My writing style pulls no punches…readers love it and are always clamoring for the next book.

Stories come to me as if channeled by my characters, all of whom I love (except for a few villains). They are eager to recount their lives, loves and adventures and are not inhibited when it comes to revealing steamy, sexy details.

I currently live in the Northeast and love the beautiful change of seasons, my husband, and our quirky calico cat, though not necessarily in that order. I’m always happy to hear from my readers and can be reached through Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, email, or my website.

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