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Monday, August 26, 2024

Box Set Release: TOWN BRONZE Regency Box Set Trilogy by Ellie Thomas

Town Bronze Regency Box Set Trilogy

by Ellie Thomas

Publisher: JMS Books

Release Date: August 10, 2024

Genre: Historical Regency M/M Romance

Tropes: Hurt/comfort, Younger/older

Themes: Cross-dressing, Spanking, Coming of age, Society of men

Heat Rating: 3 flames    

Length: 66 677  words

It Is the complete trilogy in a box set and does not end on a cliffhanger.

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This Regency box set comprises the three Town Bronze novellas by Ellie Thomas; Town Bronze, Pantaloons and Petticoats and Impeccable Credentials, with three young men, each unexpectedly finding love.

Blurb

All three novellas in Ellie Thomas’ Regency Town Bronze series are gathered together in this box set. A trio of young gentlemen, former university friends, Jasper, Barney and Julian, are set loose in Regency London to pursue carefree pleasure. Instead, they find unexpected romance and follow their individual paths to true love. Contains the stories: 

Town Bronze: In 1812, Jasper Goodhew departs from sleepy Somerset for his first London season, anticipating fun, frolics and drunken debauchery. But to his consternation, he finds that a spanking from the firm hand of a particular older man sets him ablaze.

Can Jasper and Sir Mortimer Cleverly overlook their unorthodox introduction to become friends? Or is Jasper unable to resist his deepest instincts?

Pantaloons and Petticoats: In the autumn of 1812, Barney Marshall is a carefree young man, able to afford every variety of entertainment in Regency London while remaining heart-whole and fancy-free. All that changes after a passionate encounter with Rose, who by day is Ross, a clerk at Coutts Bank. Can Barney persuade Rose to trust him? And might their connection blossom into love?

Impeccable Credentials: In the autumn of 1812, aristocrat Julian Buchanan faces a crisis. He must choose between the trappings of his privileged life or the man he loves. Will Julian submit to his father’s decree and marry to further the family name? Or can he find the strength to break free?

Excerpt

Excerpt from Town Bronze

The next part of Jasper’s evening passed in patchy coherence. The older gentlemen departed with dignity almost immediately after Jasper's inadvertent blunder. With his wine glass replenished more than once by a luscious attendant, Jasper almost forgot about the impact of that searing gaze.  

He was vaguely aware of some of his companions departing with young ladies. Others were content to remain, drink deep, and dandle a damsel on their laps. Minutes or hours progressed in a pleasant haze until Jasper reached the point where he had drunk himself sober. 

Relatively clear-headed and suddenly thirsty, Jasper rose on remarkably steady legs to fetch a glass of water from the drinks tray on the capacious sideboard.

This gave him a clear view of the entrance hallway. The vestibule was empty, apart from the three gentlemen earlier expelled from the drawing room by an excess of wit. 

The gentleman with the remarkable hair was shaking the hands of his companions with a few congenial words. In that instant of seeming sobriety, it was terribly important for Jasper to make amends. He couldn’t have fathomed if this was due to his basic good manners and general inoffensiveness when not as drunk as a wheelbarrow. Or perhaps he was prompted by the infinite unimaginable possibilities in those haunting eyes.

He entered the hall as the gentleman escorted his companions towards the exit. Jasper stood uncertainly in front of the central staircase, awaiting his opportunity. Once his companions had departed, the remaining gentleman approached a further another doorway off the hall.

“Excuse me,” Jasper said, belatedly adding, “Sir.”

The gentleman turned, raising an inquisitorial dark brow that made him no less forbidding. 

During Jasper’s formal education, he occasionally got into trouble. To be fair, these incidents occurred either from absent-mindedness or when he tagged along in the wake of more exuberant and imaginative students. Any resulting discipline, a removal of privileges or corporal punishment, was a matter of course and not taken personally. His sporadic visits to the principal’s study were desultory and instantly forgotten by the disciplinarian and the culprit. 

This charged confrontation was entirely different. Jasper was unnerved by the swooping feeling in his belly as he faced his unknown foe. The older man drew closer but remained silent, his face expressionless, that implacable glare holding a sense of threat and thrill.

“I think I was somewhat discourteous earlier, and I wanted to say I was sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. We were all getting rather carried away and had too much to drink. I know it was a bit much, and we were rather close to the mark concerning you and your friends. But I suppose you were young once too, eh?”

Jasper tried and failed to raise a placating smile. The gentleman didn’t move a muscle and stared at Jasper as though regarding a failed scientific experiment.

"I mean to say, I was a bit bosky, and I wasn’t thinking straight. Anyone with decent eyesight could tell that’s your natural hair. You’re nowhere near old enough to be wearing a wig. You’d have to be in your dotage. And you’re not. Naturally. No one would think you’re wearing a cauliflower of the wig variety, and it doesn’t remotely resemble an actual cauliflower. I don’t know why I said that. You have very nice hair.”

Jasper’s ramble stuttered to a stop. Without softening his expression, the gentleman said, “You were insolent.”

Jasper blinked. He suddenly grasped his opponent was slightly the taller and his lean build held latent strength. He felt paralysed, like a snake to its charmer, in thrall to the depths of that gaze.

“I think you deserve to be punished.”

Jasper gulped.

The gentleman’s voice was persuasive. “You’ve earned a good thrashing.”

In a husky tone Jasper didn’t recognise as his own, he said, “I’ll let you be the judge of that. I’ll do anything you require.”

That eyebrow rose again. A glint of humour lit those night-dark eyes.

“Anything?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.”

About the Author  

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.

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Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Audiobook Review & Excerpt: BOY SHATTERED by Eli Easton, narrated by Tristan Josiah - Includes Giveaway!

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Boy Shattered 

by Eli Easton

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Narrated by Tristan Josiah

Brian
You’ll make it out of here, Brian. I swear.
I had everything—school quarterback, popular with girls, and my dad was proud of me. I told myself it didn’t matter no one knew the real me. And then I nearly died. Landon saved my life. He’s the bravest guy I know. He came out a few years ago, proud and fierce, and he ran into gunfire to help others. Me, I’m a mess. Can’t even stand to be in a room with the curtains open. But here’s the thing about losing it all: You get a chance to start over and be someone new. Only how can I move on when the two shooters who attacked our school were never caught? And why do I feel like I’m still in the crosshairs?

Landon
Will you kiss me?
When I came across Brian Marshall,the hottest guy in school, dying on the cafeteria floor, I did what anyone would do. I tried to save him. His request surprised me, but I figured he needed comfort, so I kissed him on the forehead. When he survived and came back to school, he was broken in body and mind. He still needed me, and soon we were unlikely besties. But what I saw at school that day woke me up. I want to demand action on gun control, lead protests, raise my fist. I’ll tear the world down if I have to. And if I can get the man of my dreams and save the world at the same time? I’ll take it. Only I didn’t understand that the horror at Jefferson Waller High wasn’t over.

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Exclusive Excerpt 

“Help. Help me.”

The words were low, and they snapped me out of the fog. I looked around. Over by the water fountain was a guy lying on his side on the floor. He was looking at me. He said it again. “Help me. Please.”

A fresh wave of adrenaline and sorrow washed through me. Oh God. It was Brian Marshall. Yesterday, he’d been the picture of youth and glowing health. Now he lay on his side, trying to raise his head off the floor to look at me. His bloody hands clutched his shirt. His face was white, so damn white, and a red pool was growing from his body like an oil spill.

I pushed myself up and staggered over to him. I fell to my knees beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m here. Can you lie back? Let me help you.”

Brian rolled onto his back with a groan of pain. But he looked up at me with his dark blue eyes filled with so much relief and trust. Like he just didn’t want to be alone.

Like he didn’t want to die alone.

Hot, sour anger rose up in me again. This shouldn’t be happening. Not to Brian, not to any of them. But anger wouldn’t help right now. I had to get it together. I had to help him. My eyes stung.

“It’s okay. You’re gonna be all right.” I tried to sound confident, but my voice broke.

He was clutching his stomach on the lower left side, his hands bloody and shaking like crazy. Fresh, dark red blood oozed through his fingers.

I gently pulled his hands away and lifted the bloody shirt. I had to fight not to retch. He’d been shot in the left side, above the visible curve of his hip bone. There was a blown-out area the size of a ping-pong ball. Through the gore I saw a glimpse of something shiny and tubular. Internal organs.

Oh my God.

Don’t look. Don’t think about it. Just help him.

I had no idea what I was doing. I didn’t know much about gut wounds except that he probably had internal bleeding and that it could be fatal. But he wasn’t shot in the heart or lungs, so he had a chance. Except for the bleeding. There was way too much blood.

I wished I’d taken a more extensive first-aid class. I wished I knew exactly what to do to save him. I remembered, from the cop shows my mom loved, that they always put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. I looked around but didn’t see anything close by, so I tore my T-shirt over my head, rolled it into a ball, and pressed it to Brian’s wound.

He cried out in pain and tried to double up. But he didn’t push my hand away.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” I said. “But I have to stop the bleeding.”

“Yeah,” Brian grunted, giving a growl of agony. He made himself relax back to the floor, breathing hard through his mouth. “I think it’s coming out the back too.” His teeth chattered.

“Right.” If the bullet went all the way through him, there’d be two wounds. I didn’t have anything left to use, but a few feet away there was a soft-looking pink purse. With silent apologies to the owner, who I hoped was still alive, I left him long enough to grab it. I pushed it under him, hoping it would stop the blood, and went back to pressing my T-shirt into his stomach with both hands.

“You’re gonna be all right, I swear to God.” My voice was firmer now. Resolute.

Brian looked up at me, his eyes full of pain and fear. Of doubt.

“Screw that, Brian. You are gonna make it,” I told him in a bossy tone, rage giving it an edge. “Don’t you hear the sirens? They’re already on their way.”

It was weird because I hadn’t been consciously aware of sirens, but as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized they were true. I heard sirens. They were coming.

“Cops, ambulances, fire department—they’re gonna be here in just a minute. You’ll make it out of here, Brian. I swear.”

I pressed the wound with both hands, leaning close. But Brian didn’t respond. His eyes were getting a little glassy, and he looked over my shoulder at nothing.

“Brian!”

He blinked and focused on my face.

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Carra's Review

When you have a topic like school shootings the focus of a story, it can be tough for many people to read.  The subject matter is disturbing on so many levels, and for some readers pushes buttons that they don’t ever want to be pushed.  For me, living just under 15 miles from the school where the Parkland shooting took place, it’s common to see #MSDStrong bumper stickers and magnets on cars, or people wearing t-shirts in support of the school that’s right here in our community.  While I may not have children of my own, I do have some in my family—and the thought that this could happen to one of them is terrifying.


In Boy Shattered, the author puts you right in the thick of things with a depiction that goes beyond eerie, and might have you thinking twice about not just the possibilities in other schools, but in ANY setting where you don’t have total control of your own surroundings.  Going through that from both Landon and Brian’s points of view (especially Brian’s) made for a highly emotional read—not just regarding the shooting itself, but also how it affects them both afterward.


There’s a strong line of tension running through the book until close to the end since resolution is not immediate for the victims, something that is a powerful factor in Brian’s recovery.  There’s even more drama added in the form of conflict with Brian’s father and his beliefs (the word that comes to my mind is “infuriating”.  But alongside all that is the friendship and eventually romantic relationship that develops between Brian and Landon, and there’s an intensity between them that is supercharged thanks to the event that brought them together.  


You cannot read this book and come away from it unaffected.  The subject matter is relevant and unfortunately ongoing in our lives today, and for some readers it may hit too close to home to be comfortable.  Be prepared for a brutal, uncensored eyewitness look at one of the horrors of our current society…but also know that the author shows hope and strength in the midst of it all.


5 stars, full stop.  This book is meant for readers 18+ for adult language, sexual content, and scenes of a graphic and disturbing nature depicting a school shooting.  This is a heavy read, just know that going in (and you’ll probably want to have something light and fluffy queued up to read next after it).


The narration: I really enjoyed listening to Tristan Josiah’s narration of this book.  The emotions were spot-on, and there was good differentiation in the character voices.  I felt just as much emotion from the events as they occurred in the story when listening to the audio version as I did when reading the ebook.  5 stars for the narration!

 


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About the Author:

Coming from a background in computer game design, Eli has written over 35 books in m/m romance since 2013. The Mating of Michael (2014) and A Second Harvest (2016) both won The William Neale Award for Best Gay Contemporary Romance, and Eli’s books have won many awards from the Goodreads M/M Romance Group’s Reader’s Choice Awards. She is best known for her Christmas romances, the Howl at the Moon series of rom coms featuring dog shifters, and her Sex in Seattle series, which revolves around a sex clinic in Seattle.

Connect with Eli:

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Saturday, October 20, 2018

Review & Giveaway: BOY SHATTERED by Eli Easton



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Length: 85,000 words approx.
Cover Design: Tiferet Design


Blurb

Brian

You’ll make it out of here, Brian. I swear.

I had everything—school quarterback, popular with girls, and my dad was proud of me. I told myself it didn’t matter no one knew the real me. And then I nearly died. Landon saved my life. He’s the bravest guy I know. He came out a few years ago, proud and fierce, and he ran into gunfire to help others. Me, I’m a mess. Can’t even stand to be in a room with the curtains open. But here’s the thing about losing it all: You get a chance to start over and be someone new. Only how can I move on when the two shooters who attacked our school were never caught? And why do I feel like I’m still in the crosshairs?


Landon

Will you kiss me?

When I came across Brian Marshall,the hottest guy in school, dying on the cafeteria floor, I did what anyone would do. I tried to save him. His request surprised me, but I figured he needed comfort, so I kissed him on the forehead. When he survived and came back to school, he was broken in body and mind. He still needed me, and soon we were unlikely besties. But what I saw at school that day woke me up. I want to demand action on gun control, lead protests, raise my fist. I’ll tear the world down if I have to. And if I can get the man of my dreams and save the world at the same time? I’ll take it. Only I didn’t understand that the horror at Jefferson Waller High wasn’t over.


Carra's Review

When you have a topic like school shootings the focus of a story, it can be tough for many people to read.  The subject matter is disturbing on so many levels, and for some readers pushes buttons that they don’t ever want to be pushed.  For me, living just under 15 miles from the school where the Parkland shooting took place, it’s common to see #MSDStrong bumper stickers and magnets on cars, or people wearing t-shirts in support of the school that’s right here in our community.  While I may not have children of my own, I do have some in my family—and the thought that this could happen to one of them is terrifying.

In Boy Shattered, the author puts you right in the thick of things with a depiction that goes beyond eerie, and might have you thinking twice about not just the possibilities in other schools, but in ANY setting where you don’t have total control of your own surroundings.  Going through that from both Landon and Brian’s points of view (especially Brian’s) made for a highly emotional read—not just regarding the shooting itself, but also how it affects them both afterward.

There’s a strong line of tension running through the book until close to the end since resolution is not immediate for the victims, something that is a powerful factor in Brian’s recovery.  There’s even more drama added in the form of conflict with Brian’s father and his beliefs (the word that comes to my mind is “infuriating”.  But alongside all that is the friendship and eventually romantic relationship that develops between Brian and Landon, and there’s an intensity between them that is supercharged thanks to the event that brought them together.

You cannot read this book and come away from it unaffected.  The subject matter is relevant and unfortunately ongoing in our lives today, and for some readers it may hit too close to home to be comfortable.  Be prepared for a brutal, uncensored eyewitness look at one of the horrors of our current society…but also know that the author shows hope and strength in the midst of it all.


5 stars, full stop.  This book is meant for readers 18+ for adult language, sexual content, and scenes of a graphic and disturbing nature depicting a school shooting.  This is a heavy read, just know that going in (and you’ll probably want to have something light and fluffy queued up to read next after it).


About the Author

Having been, at various times and under different names, a minister’s daughter, a computer programmer, a game designer, the author of paranormal mysteries, a fan fiction writer, and organic farmer, Eli has been a m/m romance author since 2013. She has over 30 books published.

Eli has loved romance since her teens and she particular admires writers who can combine literary merit, genuine humor, melting hotness, and eye-dabbing sweetness into one story. She promises to strive to achieve most of that most of the time. She currently lives on a farm in Pennsylvania with her husband, bulldogs, cows, a cat, and lots of groundhogs.

In romance, Eli is best known for her Christmas stories because she’s a total Christmas sap. These include “Blame it on the Mistletoe”, “Unwrapping Hank” and “Merry Christmas, Mr. Miggles”. Her “Howl at the Moon” series of paranormal romances featuring the town of Mad Creek and its dog shifters has been popular with readers. And her series of Amish-themed romances, Men of Lancaster County, has won genre awards.

In 2018 Eli hopes to do more of the same, assuming they reschedule the apocalypse.

Her website is www.elieaston.com

You can email her at eli@elieaston.com


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Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Review & Giveaway: IN THIS IRON GROUND by Marina Vivancos (A Natural Magic Novel)



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Cover Design: Natasha Snow
Length: 85,000 words approx.


Blurb

Damien is nine years old when his parents die. What should have been the worst moment of his life begins a journey shadowed by loneliness and pain. The night of a full moon, four years and seven foster homes later, Damien flees to the forest, desperate to escape everything.

Instead, he finds the Salgado pack, and the earth beneath his feet shifts. Damien has seen the Salgado children in his school: Koko, who is in his class, and Hakan, two years older and infinitely unreachable. Damien is suddenly introduced into a world that had only ever existed in his imagination, where there is magic in the forest and the moon. He meets creatures that look like monsters, but Damien knows that monsters have the same face as anybody else.

Over the years, Damien and Hakan grow closer. First, just as friends and foster brothers in the Salgado house, and then into something heated and breathless when Damien joins Hakan at college. Despite what he may yearn for in the darkest part of the night, Damien knows, deep down in that bruised and mealy part of his core, that he’s not good enough to be part of the Salgado family, their pack. He’s not worthy of calling Hakan his home.

Even though he knows in the end it’ll hurt him, he’ll hold onto this for as long as he can.

CONTENT WARNING: This book contains themes of emotional and (nonsexual) physical child abuse and the subsequent emotional, cognitive, and behavioural impacts.



Carra's Review

In most books when you read about someone’s difficult past as a child, it is usually talk about in general terms, maybe with some supporting details. In some cases maybe graphic or disturbing details when an author is going for a certain effect.  Here, the author puts you in his head so you can feel his fear and upset to the point where you can feel your heart crack in two from the pain.  If you’re like me, you probably will develop a lot of animosity towards his foster carers; the contrast between them and the Salgado family that he eventually becomes a part of is obvious and worlds apart.

I do admit—the way this story is written made it difficult for me at times to concentrate.  It had the feeling of a story you might read for school—as if written by someone deep into English literature, which didn’t always fit with the characters’ personalities and ways of speaking and thinking.  That said, the prose was detailed and evocative, though sometimes in excess of what you’d expect from a young teen boy’s mind (Damien’s age during the story is from 13-19 years old).

The story does concentrate heavily on the difficult times in Damien’s life, and to me it felt like the happier parts come later in the book.  I would have liked to see more time devoted to the relationship development between Damien and Hakan so the end didn’t feel as unfinished.  I’m hoping that there will be more in the series to come so that a more solid continuing story will unfold.

In This Iron Ground was a 4-star read for me, and I would recommend it to fans of M/M romance and paranormal romance.  This book is meant for readers 18+ for adult language and sexual content.


Author Bio

When Marina was a child she couldn’t sleep. Night after dissolving night she just couldn’t sleep. Nothing much worked – until she started making up stories in her head. Suddenly, the transition into unconsciousness was a smooth dive into calm waters.

Marina is currently in a period of sleepless upheaval, and she hopes writing down the stories in her head will cast the same spell it did decades ago.

Marina hopes to write in a variety of romance sub-genres, from contemporary to supernatural to sci-fi. Her style, however, tends to focus on character-centred stories that explore different facets of the human experience, such as mental health. She also enjoys writing explicit, drawn-out sex scenes, so expect those to be a prominent feature of her stories.

Marina tends to keep to herself unless prompted, so don’t be shy in approaching her! 



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Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Review, Excerpt & Giveaway: THE STOKER CONNECTION by Jackson Marsh-Includes Guest Post!

The Stoker Connection


THE STOKER CONNECTION
Author: Jackson Marsh
Release Date: Saturday, June 23 2018
Format: Paperback, eBook
Word Count: 95,000
Cover Artist: Andjela K
Genres: Mystery, Romance, Teen (coming out), Thriller, Treasure Hunt


Blurb

What if you could prove that the greatest Gothic horror novel of all time was a true story?

Dexter and Morgan meet on their eighteenth birthday. The attraction is instant but confusing. As they deal with coming out, they are bound together by more than first love.

Both keep diaries, and each has the same goal - to prove that Stoker didn't write 'Dracula'. They are convinced that Harker, Van Helsing and the others existed and wrote the novel's journals themselves. If Dex and Morgan can prove it, they will blow the lid off the vampire myth: Dracula existed.

As the two teenagers fall in love, so they fall into an adventure as thrilling as it is dangerous. They are being watched, and someone is willing to kill to stop them from making 'The Stoker Connection.'

The Stoker Connection is an MM Romance treasure hunt thriller. It draws on the original text of 'Dracula', but it is not a story about vampires. It is a story of first love and the power of friendship. Sometimes funny, it is an intriguing and honest account compiled from Dex and Morgan's original diaries.

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Excerpt

CHAPTER V
Dexter Mitchel's Diary

8 November (written on 9th). — Continued. And then there was his face, and his build, his clothes and something else that started to nag at my lust-muscles, whatever they are.

I knew I had to say something. He was looking expectantly at me, and to ignore him would be rude. I stuck out my hand on impulse.

'Great questions,' I said, my throat dry.

He took my hand, damp with sweat, and shook it.

'What a let-down,' he said, jerking his head towards the stage.

'Hell, yes. Not what I wanted to hear.'

'I know the play wasn't about Arnold's theory, but she must have looked into it.'

'Apparently not.'

'Phoney.'

'Yeah.'

We were still shaking hands.

'You've read the book?' he asked.

'Loads of times. You?'

He nodded. 'You're the only person I've met who's even heard of it.'

'Ditto. You believe it? His theory?'

Hands still being shaken, voices enthusiastic, my lust-muscles now in hopeful overdrive.

'I do, but I have one of my own.'

I grinned. 'Me too.'

I was aware that my palm was wet, and I glanced down. It was a bit embarrassing to still be holding hands now, so I opened my fingers to release him. He didn't open his. OMG, was that a signal of some sort? He was gorgeous. A moment of social 'What do I do?' and I gripped his hand again, sending my own signal.

'Sorry you didn't get to ask anything,' he said as if it was his fault.

'I didn't need to. You did it for me.'

He looked surprised and then impressed. We were the same height, more or less, so I was able to look right into his eyes. I saw something there. Something that I couldn't quite grasp at first.

'Would you…? No, forget it,' he said, and let go of my hand.

'What?' I continued to grip his.

'Just a thought.' He pulled his hand away.

That was that, then. 

'Dexter, are you ready?'

Mum was at the door. I don't know how long she'd been there, but she would have been there long enough to see us holding hands.

'You have to go,' he said, a matter of fact rather than a disappointed enquiry. 'Yeah.' He received a disappointed reply. 'Birthday dinner with family.' 'Dexter?' Mum insisted.

I told her I would be there in five minutes and she made it clear it had to be two, which made me feel ten years old, but at least she left us alone.

'Look,' he said, as soon as she had gone. 'I'd like to talk more, about Arnold's theory, and about my own. If you're interested?'

'Yes please,' I blurted, sounding lame. I recovered. 'Dexter Mitchel.' Except I tapped my chest like I was Tarzan when I said it.

'Me Morgan Davis.' He did the same, with a Tarzan voice, and I knew then that we were going to hit it off.

The question was, to what extent?

Actually, the pressing question was when? I fumbled for my notebook and tore out a page. 'My email,' I said, trying to write neatly (a gift I have yet to receive). I must have looked like a flustered waiter who's just been torn off a strip. I handed it to him so hurriedly I dropped my notebook.

'My card,' he said, coolly offering a white business card and taking my scrap of paper.

His name and email were all that were on it. 

'I'll message you,' I said, picking up my book and noticing mum back at the door. 

Upright again, I added, 'I'd invite you, but it's on the uncle and aunt.'

'You would invite me?' he said, eyebrows raised. 'How kind.'

Who says 'How kind' like that? Morgan, obviously. Perhaps he was much older than he looked.

'Yes, I would, but I can't. Let’s talk, yeah?' I had to move away from him, I had to go. I was desperate to stay and learn more. I mean, who else out there has even read this book, let alone had a theory about it? 

'I'll write,' he said. 'Email me.'

A sudden thought attacked out of left field, and I don't know why I did it, but I took back the scrap of paper and wrote, 'I'm gay,' before handing it back and saying, 'Don't let that put you off. It's not why I want to write to you.'

'Dexter.' The last warning from mum.

'Tomorrow,' I said, suddenly sick inside. What the fuck had I just done? And why? Too late to worry now, I'd done it. 'I'll email you tomorrow…' I was heading for the gents so I could change, bright red and trembling.

'I won't, Dexter,' he called after me. 'And have a birthday drink for me too.'

It stopped me in my tracks. Sod the Adams family currently gathering at the Metropole. They could fester for another minute. I spun around to find him facing me. We were both grinning.

'For you?' Did he mean it was also his birthday?

'Today.' He made a small bow.

'Mum?' I pleaded towards the exit. She shook her head. Even randomly meeting a stranger who shares the same obscure interest and birthday was not enough to get him an invite.

'How old?' Morgan asked, and I didn't find it intrusive.

'Eighteen. You?' It was easy to ask.

He did that friendly wink again. 'Would you believe eighteen?'

No f*cking way. 'Today?' I glared at mum again. We had to invite him. 

No chance.

'We would invite you,' she told him. 'But it's not up to me.'

'No, no, of course not, don't worry,' he said, all smiles and thanks. 'I have a journal to write up in any case.'

'F*ck off!' That was out of my mouth before I knew it. 'I do that too.'

We stared at each other until he said, 'These coincidences are a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner.' An altered quote from the end of chapter two ('Dracula' obviously). He nodded to me. 'I'm away from my email until tomorrow night, but I'll be waiting to hear from you.' 

'I'll write,' I stammered back.

He waved my piece of paper at me as he left. 'I do hope so.'




Guest Post:
How did 'The Stoker Connection' come about?

I blame Orson Welles. When I was young, I saw 'The night that panicked America' on the television. That's an Orson Welles' film where a radio station broadcast 'The War Of The Worlds' as if it was actually happening. People thought it was for real and panic ensued.

Since then, I'd always had this idea to write 'factual fiction', a novel constructed as though from real journals, news reports, email etc. Of course, the best-known novel that does this is Bram Stoker's 'Dracula', another story I was hooked on by age eleven.

So, I thought, why not take 'Dracula', the novel, as inspiration and ask myself, 'What if I could prove that the greatest Gothic novel ever written was, in fact, a true story?'

When I started to write 'The Stoker Connection', I knew it had to be written in diary form, like Stoker's classic Gothic horror/romance. It also had to be a romance, happen in real time, touch on themes of friendship and loyalty and involve a thrilling chase to the climax, like the original. That was all I had to go on, at first, and I decided to set it in 2017. 

The original idea was to present the novel as if the two main characters had approached me as an author and asked me to compile the book from their diaries and journals. After writing an introduction, I changed my mind so, like 'Dracula', 'The Stoker Connection' had a first chapter which was never published. 

Instead, I began by asking myself, what if these two guys coincidentally share the same birth date, and that date is the same as Stoker's birthday, 8th November?' And what if they first meet on their eighteenth birthday in 2017? 

So, my pivotal scene in the first half of the book was to happen on November 8th, 2017, exactly one-hundred-and-seventy years after Stoker's birth. 'I wonder what would happen,' I thought, 'if I looked up page 170 and read what was on lines eight and eleven.' I mean, why not? Would I find inspiration there?

There are hundreds of versions of the novel available, but I am lucky enough to own a limited-edition reprint that is typeset and numbered exactly as the first edition. Turning to page 170, I was amazed to find that one of the sentences suggested the author had left us with a mystery and the other mentioned a firm of solicitors, giving me a name. What if Dexter and Morgan traced that name, found that the solicitor in the novel had really existed, and had descendants living today…?

From then on, it was pretty straightforward if a little unnerving. I was stunned at how many 'clues' there are in the novel (Dracula) to point us to real places and events. We know that Whitby Abbey, Piccadilly, Hampstead Heath and so on are real locations, but I didn't know that other incidents in the novel could have been inspired by actual events. An escaped wolf from a zoo in the 1890s, a madman attacking women in London in 1895, a great storm and a shipwreck… If you look hard enough, you can make connections. All you have to do then, as a writer, is say 'What if?'

After that, Dex and Morgan took over the storytelling and followed the clues in the novel on their own. 

Writing in first person diary form is fun, but it can be hard work. I'd finish one chapter in the morning, writing from Dex's point of view, and then move on to one written by Morgan. They have different styles and different ways of thinking. Dex is flippant and straightforward, Morgan is circumspect and better at prose, he invents words and phrases, whereas Dex tries, but doesn't always get it right. My husband took to asking me who I was that day. 'I'm Dex this morning,' I'd say, and a little later I'd be wandering the courtyard trying to change myself into Morgan. Later in the book, I also had to become Tim, Dex's best friend who is involved in the final chase and climax of the story.

Once I had started on the process, with my rough plan and my ideas for where the story was to go, it flowed easily. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that Dex and Morgan took over. I'd reach the end of a chapter and shout, 'Damn it!' My husband, patient and supportive, would ask what had happened, and I'd say things like, 'They have to go to Cornwall now,' complaining about where my characters had led me. I'd then have to alter my notes to suit what Dex and Morgan wanted to do. That's the joy of writing and getting lost in it; they take over, and you often have to pull them back or else lose your plot completely. In this case, my two boys did me proud and took the story to places I'd not thought of until I started writing in their voices.

Whether 'The Stoker Connection' actually comes across as factual fiction is up to the reader to decided, but I hope it does. It is, so far, the closest I have come to presenting a novel as though it was a true story.

Maybe it is and, like Stoker, I'm sworn to secrecy…


Carra's Review

Since I am a fan of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, with my own paperback copy that I do re-read from time to time, the title and blurb for this story immediately caught my eye.  It’s definitely a unique approach, and it certainly drew me in right from the start.  That it is told in the same format as Stoker’s work with journal entries and letters/emails also gave it a distinctive touch that made the story more intriguing than if it had been told in a regular story narrative format.

I liked both Morgan and Dexter’s characters, and thought they paired up quite nicely with each other.  The coincidences between them just made their matchup all the more enticing.  The supporting characters were well written, and definitely helped to add depth to the story.  I was a bit perturbed by Dexter’s best friend Tim near the beginning of the story with a scene involving Dex’s coming out, but my ire was tempered later on in the book.

I was completely drawn in to The Stoker Connection from start to finish, and this story made for a compelling read, particularly as things get more exciting the further into the book you read.  Both the thrill of the mystery and the emerging romance between Morgan and Dex combine well to result in a truly enjoyable story.

This book was a 4.5-star read for me, and is one I’d highly recommend; if you’re a fan of Stoker’s Dracula, and also a fan of M/M romance you’re definitely going to want to add this to your library.  Though the main characters are teens about to finish school and move on to university (the equivalent of a senior in high school here in the US), there is enough adult language and sexual content where I would advise this one for the mature young adult crowd and higher…usually I’d say 18+, though more mature 16+ readers could probably handle this one as well.


About the Author

Hi. Jackson was born in 2017 as the penname for me (James) so that I could publish my new gay fiction independently from my other writing work. I was born on the south coast of England during a blizzard, but now like to warm thing up with MM romance novels, gay mysteries and some occasional erotica. In 2007 I was awarded and EGPA award for my erotic short stories, and in 2018 I won a Best Screenplay award for one of my films. I am a diverse writer with thrillers, comedies and horror stories under my James belt, and now romance and mystery under my Jackson belt.

At the moment I am concentrating on two genres: older/younger MM romance, and youth mysteries with early 20s main characters and a love story included.

I live on a Greek island with my husband. My interests outside of writing and reading are outdoor pursuits, traveling, piano and genealogy. That's probably why my books tend to involve characters who are musicians, writers, mystery-solvers and rock climbers; there's a bit of me in every one.




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