Thursday, February 29, 2024

New Release-Excerpt & Giveaway: BRODIE WINTERS Volume 1 by Dion Marc (The Chosen One Chronicles #1)

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Brodie Winters Volume 1
By Dion Marc

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The Chosen One Chronicles, Book 1

Brodie Winters is the Chosen One, but he doesn't want to be...

Brodie Winters wants nothing more than to retire and have a little fun for once. Unfortunately for him, demon-slaying is more just than a career.

Moonhaven was supposed to be the safest city in America, the perfect choice for an Elemental Channeller seeking a sense of normalcy away from demonic forces. But Brodie was never destined for the mundane: for the Chosen One, danger lurks in every shadow.

So much for settling down.

As Brodie tries to focus on starting college and exploring the queer scene, a series of disappearances drags him back to battling powerful supernatural forces. As it turns out, Moonhaven is rife with evil.

A natural-born protector, Brodie can't help but get involved, threatening his dreams of living a normal life. Worse yet, his new friends may not be able to escape the paranormal either, and it's not going to be pretty.

'The Chosen One: Brodie Winters' is a serialised novella series containing three episodes in each volume. The story contains action, humour, gory horror and high heat. Written by bestselling Author Dion Marc, this story promises to be everything a kinky 90s fanboy of the supernatural could ask for.

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Absolutely not, no way, José. The Chosen One? Pfft, that was somebody elses gig. I was officially retiring my world-saving jersey. Some folks might thrive on the adrenaline rush of being humanitys last hope, but lets be honest, that was so not my scene. Sure, Id got this quirky ability to juggle a couple of opposing elements—a neat party trick that tickled the fancy of some dusty old Oracle prophecy. And okay, maybe Id got a bit more strength than the average Joe, but come on, we werent talking about ripping phone books in half here. Herculean? As if. All I wanted to do was to blend into the crowd of clueless college kids and live a normal life, and by Zeus and all his rowdy pals, I was going to make that happen. So, there I was, chucking my fate out the window and hopping on a cross-country bus to Moonhaven, the safe havenof the States. Crime rate lower than a limbo stick at a beach party—sounded like a snooze fest, but hey, perfect for a guy looking to ditch destiny and embrace the mundane like me.

Now I didnt exactly fake my death, but lets just say I didnt go out of my way to dispel the myths, either. Picture this: Id just tussled with a humongous, world-chomping serpent. And instead of emerging heroically from its slimy wreckage to deliver one of those snappy, crowd-pleasing one-liners, I sneaked off, hopped on the first bus outta there, and headed for a brand new chapter. Some might throw around words like chickenor cowardfor ducking out, but lets get real. Id clocked more world-saving hours in the past three years than they had, so to them I say, lick my arse crack, little blond hairs and all.

As I sat there on the bus, I couldnt help but think about the new life that awaited me in Moonhaven. It had been hard changing colleges, especially without alerting The Order, but it had been done and I was still dead. Though I was now in a few classes I didnt care for, like Warfare Archaeologyand Ceramics, hopefully, both turned out to be easy subjects and I could just autopilot them.

Wed crossed the Moonhaven border roughly two hours back. The outskirts of the city were dotted with homes sporting that classic Tudor Revival style, interspersed with generous swathes of parklands and bustling shopping districts. As we neared the city, the architectural charm gave way to a more utilitarian look—houses turning simplistic and boxy.

The buss sudden stop jolted me back to the present. An average man in his mid-forties, with uninspiring brown hair and matching eyes, boarded, a newspaper in his grip. My eyes instinctively flicked to the headline: Another College Student Missing. Then up to the masthead—Moonhaven Times. A familiar tingle of intrigue shot through me, but I forced it down.

Nope, thats not me anymore. Im just a regular college student,” I whispered to myself, trying to dampen the spark of curiosity that flickered within me. The thought of The Order, that starchy group of middle-aged, strait-laced men who controlled the council of elementals, flitted through my mind. I couldnt help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having slipped their grasp. No more orders, no more jumping at their command. I was free, and I intended to keep it that way.

The bus drivers voice, gruff and bored, announced over the speaker, Moonhaven University coming up next. Grab your stuff, folks.” It was a routine call, one hed probably made a thousand times.

I stood up, stretching my six-foot frame, and reached for my bags in the overhead compartment. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was it. The start of my new, ordinary life. No more battling monsters or dealing with The Orders nonsense. Just me, Brodie, the average college student. At least, that was what I was aiming for.

Taking in a deep breath, the air was an odd but not unpleasant mix of pine and concrete—definitely a change from what I was used to. Stepping off the bus, I looked up at Moonhaven University. It was an impressive sight, and a pang of nervous excitement hit me. Here goes nothing, I thought.

That was when it happened. Out of nowhere, a skateboarder slammed into me. The collision was so sudden, so unexpected, that for a second, I was just frozen in surprise. I barely budged, thanks to my not-so-average strength, but the poor guy on the skateboard wasnt so lucky. He bounced off me like I was made of stone and went flying into a nearby bush.

Annoyed but not hurt, I dropped my bags and hurried over to him. Hey, you okay there?” I asked, reaching into the bush to help him out. The skateboarder was tangled up in the foliage, but thankfully, he had a helmet on.

Man, youre hard as a rock,” he groaned, accepting my hand to pull himself up.

I raised an eyebrow. You should see me when I actually try. This was just me on a light day,” I joked.

He chuckled, brushing off leaves. I guess I shouldve seen you standing there. It was like running into a wall.”

I prefer to think of myself as a well-placed obstacle in the path of lifes skateboarders,” I quipped, offering him an arm to steady himself.

The boy took off his helmet, revealing a mass of shocking, bright orange curls. He looked at me, a mix of embarrassment and amusement in his eyes. Im Juniper, by the way.”

Brodie. And no worries, Juniper. Ive been hit by worse. A skateboards nothing compared to a flying demon, trust me.”

Junipers eyes widened. Wait, wait, wait… Did you say demon?”

Backtracking, I said, Metaphorically speaking. College can be hell, you know.”

He laughed, shaking his head. Well, thanks for not being mad. Most people would be freaking out.”

Im not most people,” I said with a smirk. But hey, maybe watch out for stationary objects next time?”

Definitely,” he replied, grinning. Youre like an immovable object meeting an unstoppable force.”

Science. Damn—I was confused. Guess that makes me the immovable object,” I said as I picked up my bags.

You got it.”

I watched Juniper skate away for a moment before realising I had no clue where I was going. Quickly, I turned and jogged after him. Hey, Juniper!”

He stopped and turned back, a look of concern flashing across his face. Everything alright?”

Yeah, its just… I have no idea where Im supposed to be going. Do you know where the dorms are?” I held out my university paperwork, feeling a bit foolish.

Yeah, dude. I owe you one. Let me help,” Juniper said, scanning my papers. Ah, youre in the North Wing. I know where that is. Follow me.”

Feeling a bit relieved, I trailed behind him. Juniper led the way, pointing out a few landmarks and buildings as we walked. It was clear he knew the campus well. It was very different from the one The Order sent me to. For one, at least everyone here was dressed in normal clothes instead of those tacky robes that looked like they were from a B grade occult film.

As Juniper led the way to my dorm room, he glanced over at me and said, You know, you really shouldve gone for a private room.” 

I shrugged. Tried that, but as Ive transferred here a few weeks into the term, all the private rooms were already taken.”

Ah, tough break,” he replied, guiding me through the building. He pointed out the communal showers, the small kitchenette on the ground floor, and a lounge area that looked like it had seen better days.

We finally stopped in front of room 1630. Juniper handed me a small slip of paper. Heres my number, just in case you need anything or, you know, if you want to hang out.”

I took it, smiling. Thanks, Ill definitely give you a shout. Heres mine,” I said, scribbling down my number.

Cool, see you around, Brodie,” he said with a wave before heading off.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the door to my new dorm room. Taking a deep breath, I pushed it open and…

Yeah! F*ck me, Daddy!”

My jaw dropped.

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Bestselling Scottish Australian author Dion Marc lives and breathes queer art. Whether he is painting, writing, sewing or dancing naked in the moonlight he does it with pride.

He is a practising Hellenistic polytheist who believes in healing the world one hug at a time and that drinking tea without a biscuit is a horrendous crime.

Dion has worked on Harry Potter, Moulin Rouge, Hamilton, 2:22 A ghost Story, Wicked, Chicago and so many more creative and flamboyant shows.

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Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Audiobook Review: PEACEMAKER by Morgan Brice (Sharps & Springfield #1)


(Sharps & Springfield #1)

by Morgan Brice

Narrator: John Solo

Release Date: February 20, 2024

Genre: Steampunk MM romance

Tropes:  Secret agents, co-workers to lovers, forced proximity, hurt/comfort, mistaken identity

Themes: Learning to love again, taking a chance on love

Heat Rating:  4 flames     

Length: 7 hours and 22 mins

It is a standalone book and the first in a new series. It does not end on a cliffhanger.


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Supernatural Secret Service agents Owen Sharps and Calvin Springfield meet on the train to their new assignment in St. Louis, and sparks fly between them. But it's 1897, and they need to be very careful—falling in love can be dangerous for men like them.

It's their first case together, investigating mysterious disappearances—including the two agents who preceded them. Grim evidence leads them to look for a darker purpose. Old ghosts haunt the railroad line, zombie rise, signs point to ritual sacrifice, and they suspect someone is trying to open the gates of hell.

Can Calvin and Owen stop the mayhem, thwart the vampires, and find true love, or will everything go up in smoke?

Peacemaker is a high-stakes steampunk MM romance thrill ride filled with found family, paranormal Pinkertons, intrepid reporters, mysterious disappearances, nefarious land brokers, hellhounds, zombies, vengeful spirits, dark spells, absinthe magic, a ruthless vampire railroad baron and a love that won't be denied.

Before Colt and Winchester, there was Sharps & Springfield!

Carra's Review

I tend to shy away from M/M books that have a historical setting since I don’t want the added angst and drama of same-sex relationships from those time periods, but given the paranormal aspect and that this was written by one of my favorite authors, I set aside my reservations to give this a go.  I’m glad I did because I really enjoyed this first story in this new series! 

I love the idea of secret agencies dealing with supernatural threats, particularly in a historical setting like this.  The historical aspects considering setting and time period showed the author did their research to keep things authentic.  The meet-cute between Owen and Calvin was perfect, even though I did realize what was up as it was happening.

There is a lot of “is he or isn’t he” going on in each of their heads, and if you are expecting anything romantic or physical, you’ll be waiting a long while.  This does serve to increase the angst level between them, and allows the story to concentrate on the case they are investigating.  They each have their own contacts that help move the investigation forward, both strong female characters that I’m hoping we’ll see in subsequent books in the series.  Another fantastic supporting character is Winston, who serves as their “valet”, but is also a witch, assistant, and like their version of Q (from the Bond stories).  He’s one of my favorite supporting characters this author has written.

The story really grabbed my attention, and I was fully drawn in to everything that was going on.  It does set things up well for the series, particularly with how the vampire baddie ends up in a down-but-not-out position…you just know he’s going to be back.  And like with this author’s other series, there is a strong supporting network being established to help Calvin and Owen with whatever they might face.

Peacemaker was a 4.5-star read for me, my only wish is that when it came to their relationship there would have been more show, not tell—particularly earlier on in the story.  Regardless, this was a great read, and I’d recommend it to any M/M paranormal romance fan.

The narration was excellent, perfectly paced and with good differentiation in the character voices.  You could also easily tell the difference between points of view, as well as times when the characters’ thoughts were being expressed as opposed to their dialogue/actions.  John Solo’s narration gets 5 stars from me!

About the Author

Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.

On the rare occasions Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered dogs.

Series include Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more in these series, plus new series coming soon!

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Tuesday, February 27, 2024

New Release-Excerpt & Giveaway: FALLING FOR RAINE by Lane Hayes

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The gentleman, the hot mess, and a little British adventure…


Moving to London is scary and daunting, but I desperately need this job–and a redo. Okay, so I may have oversold my qualifications. That shouldn’t be a big deal, though. I mean, being an assistant’s assistant seems easy enough, and I’m a fast learner.

Hold up!

I’m already in over my head with spreadsheets, new pronunciations, and temperamental appliances. And just as I’m mentally preparing to face going home early, the big boss offers me an opportunity I can’t refuse. And I definitely should because Graham Horsham is an infuriating, complicated grumpy bear with a razor-sharp tongue, a wickedly dry sense of humor, and…I like him far too much.


I’ve been bamboozled. I’m not quite sure how I ended up with an assistant who spills coffee daily, wears wrinkled shirts, and chatters nonstop. He can’t stay, but I don’t want him to go and that’s madness. The Horsham Group is closing one of our biggest deals ever and I won’t jeopardize it. This one is personal.

Yet so is Raine. 

He’s a breath of fresh air—silly, impetuous, lighthearted, good-natured, and…quite lovely. I like him more than I want to admit. For some reason, I can let my guard down with him. It’s unnerving and probably unprofessional.

But not to worry…I will not, under any circumstances, fall for Raine.

Falling for Raine is an MM, age-gap romance featuring a British gentleman, a desperate but adorable American, and a UK adventure!

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What in the hell was going on? It was as though I’d entered an alternative universe. Everything looked the same, but it was different.

Of course it was Raine.

I studied him shaking hands with everyone in the shop as I shrugged on my jacket. He was…hypnotic, addicting—a cross between an inappropriate dinner party guest and a fistful of forbidden sweets when you were on a diet. He didn’t fit in this world I’d carefully constructed, yet I kept inviting him in and forgetting whatever reason I’d concocted for this to make sense.

Like now.

“Perhaps you’d like to try something on.” I stuffed my hands into my pockets so I wouldn’t be tempted to touch him.

He widened his eyes and sidled close, whispering under his breath, “Are you nuts? One shirt here costs half my rent. Unless…oh, no. Oh, no, no, no!”

“What?” I demanded, pulling him with me outside.

“Are you going daddy on me?”

“Excuse me?” I furrowed my brow, stopping under the eaves where rain sluiced off the roof and fell like a curtain around us on two sides.

“Slow your roll, G, I’m not looking for a meal ticket, and I’m not taking hand-outs. I can be talked into bedroom daddy kink, but if you want me to call you Daddy—”

“Oh, for f*ck’s sake, you daft man. I do not want you to call me Daddy,” I growled just as a well-dressed man stepped onto the mat next to me, pausing for a moment to close his umbrella and dart a quick look between us.

Raine pursed his lips, then burst into laughter when the man entered the shop. “Ha! You should see your face. I was kidding.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I huffed, my lips twitching.

“I’ll be good, Daddy. Don’t spank me.”

“Don’t test me.” I pretended not to notice him fanning himself with a slack-jawed expression as I gestured toward the pub on the next block. “If we stay under the eaves, we’ll stay dry, but we’ll have to hurry.”

“No need. I bet they sell umbrellas in there.”

I squinted at the tourist shop at the corner on the opposite side of the street, its windows papered with Union Jack memorabilia. “That’s crap, Ray-n.”

“So what? It’s fun crap. My treat.”

He sprinted into the deluge, dashing into the tourist shop while I stared after him. What was he doing? Now he’d be wet and stuck with a tatty tourist umbrella that would undoubtedly flip inside out at the first gust of wind.

A crack of thunder spurred me into action. I borrowed a sturdy umbrella from Ives and Harris with the promise to return it as soon as possible, then walked down the street to find Raine.

I shouldn’t have been surprised that he’d managed to make a friend in under five minutes. He stood in front of a wall stuffed with tartan throws, holding two compact umbrellas and chatting up a salesman. It took a bit of persuading to convince him he didn’t need the blanket—however, I couldn’t talk him out of purchasing two Union Jack umbrellas. I warned him that they were poorly made, but he didn’t care.

We squabbled all the way to the pub, argued over what to order, who was paying, and where to sit before finally settling into a table for two at the window. I frowned when he beamed a sunshine smile my way.

“Stop being so happy,” I teased, cradling my glass. “It’s miserable out there.”

“But it’s warm and yummy in here,” he countered, sliding his calf along mine under the table. “And you’re cute when you’re cranky.”

“I am neither cute nor cranky. I’m—okay, never mind, I am cranky. If we’d come straight here, we could have avoided the queue and had that corner booth.” I pointed at the booth currently inhabited by a gaggle of noisy businessmen. “Do you ever listen to reason?”

“Have you met me?”

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Lane Hayes loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. She loves wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and her fabulous pup, George.

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