Monday, 21 October 2024

Twin Firs by Paul Bright

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Book Title: Twin Firs

Author: Paul Bright

Publisher: Cascadian Western Press

Cover Artist: Abby Simmons

Release Date: September 1, 2024

Tense/POV: Third person, past tense, alternating POV

Genres: Contemporary MM Rom-Com

Tropes: Lonely train station agent who doesn’t think he’ll fall in love

Themes: New romance after painful breakup

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 91 200 words/366 pages 

It is the first book of the series. It does not end on a cliffhanger, but many stories will continue in the next book. 

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A lonely train station agent waits for true love to arrive.

Updated Blurb

Train station agent Ethan Tremblay believed he'd never find the perfect man to love. Elementary school teacher Leo Grabowski believed no one would love him if they found out who he really was. When they met at the isolated Twin Firs train depot in an idyllic mountain resort in the Pacific Northwest everything conspired to keep them apart, especially their own insecurities, until they finally learned how to become themselves.

Excerpt 

The afternoon lunch crowd at Amélie's diner kept her busy tending to her customers at the gay resort but she made time to talk to her son and his new 'friend.'

“Here's your trout, Leo,” Amélie said as she replaced his uneaten salad. “And here's your lasagna. Do you ever comb your hair?”

Ethan glared at his mother. “I don't want lasagna.”

“Well that's what I brought you.”

“You're not helping me lose weight.”

“Absurde,” she demurred and turned to Leo. “There's nothing wrong with a little meat on the bones. What do you think, Leo?”

“I prefer a guy I can grab a hold of,” he said and cast a devilish glance at Ethan's mother.

“I do too. Ethan's father was very handsome but lean. Part Mohawk.  Ohhh, my parents were not pleased when they met him. They were 'Good Catholics' and when they found out I was pregnant they were beside themselves. Calice! It was bad enough I was dating a patient I met during med school residency, la la. But an Indian - that's what they called him...”

“You don't need to tell him your life story, Maman,” Ethan interjected.

“Why not? Leo told me about his mother. Nothing wrong with friendly conversation.”

“I don't want to pry.” Leo attempted to dispel Ethan's discomfort.

“You're not,” Amélie assured him. “I simply want you to know I raised Ethan well despite being a single mother. I also taught him how to use a comb, though lately he seems to have forgotten.”

Leo looked down at his plate, embarrassed for Ethan.

“You also changed my diapers. Want to tell Leo about that?”

Amélie feigned shock. “Let's not go too far.”

“Too late...” slipped out of Leo's mouth before he could stop.

Ethan burst out laughing. He slapped the table and spilled his iced tea.  Leo laughed with him.

Amélie chided them, “All right, all right, make fun of me.”

Ethan sobered up and asked, “How're you doing, Maman?”

“Oh, the same old.  The young ones complain about the older ones moving too slow. The older ones complain about the young ones slipping away during shift to give blow jobs. I bet they wouldn't bitch if they were on the receiving end. I started rubbing lidocaine on my wrist. It helps. Nothing to complain about.”

“Mama Amélie!  Mama Amélie,” a customer shouted from the other side of the diner.

“Oh, I'm needed.” She looked over the tables to see who was calling, then turned to Leo.

“Take good care of him. He's the only son I've got."

She kissed Ethan on both cheeks and limped across the room gleefully shouting, "I'm coming boys!”

Ethan watched her leave, then focused on Leo. “You came looking for me?”

“Yeah,” Leo hesitated, “I wanted to apologize for being so abrupt last night.”

“No, I was totally saying the wrong things. My brain thinks things and they don't come out right.”

“You were right,” Leo said. “I don't know when we'll see each other again.”

“If you keep missing trains I don't know when I'll get rid of you.”

Leo was taken aback. “Oh.”

“I didn't mean it like that,” Ethan blurted out quickly. “I don't want to get rid of you.”

Amélie returned with fresh iced tea for Ethan. “I'm back. They saw your trout and wanted to know why it's not on the menu.”

“Why isn't it?” Leo asked.

“This is a cannibal themed restaurant, la la. Alferd Packer. Donner Trail...'Have Family for Lunch'...”

“That's in California,” Leo interrupted.

Ethan quietly reminded Leo, “Everything at this resort is fake.”

“Creative license, sa coche. Anyway, eating fish has a whole different connotation with gay men.”

“Riiiight...” Leo slowly nodded.

“And I've never told you,” she turned to Ethan, “but I've always wondered where you got the gay. Because your father definitely wasn't. He loved eating fish.”

Leo spit lemonade across the table.

“WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!” Ethan shrieked.

Amélie continued dreamily, “He used to whisper to me in Iroquois when we were making love.”

“DON'T TELL ME THIS!”

“I often regret never teaching you his language.”

“I don't want to know! I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!”  Ethan pushed his chair away from the table. “Don't tell me about your sex life!”

“You told me about yours this morning.”

“NO I DIDN'T. That was autocorrect!”

“I'm simply comparing you to your father. You get the shyness from him.”

“Please stop,” Ethan countered. “You're embarrassing me in front of someone I barely know.”

“The fact that you barely know him isn't my fault,” she declared. “I'll leave you alone so you can remedy that.”

Amélie trudged away and returned to work.

About the Author 

Paul Bright wrote/produced/directed twelve feature films that are internationally distributed including Pocket Mouse Protector, Angora Ranch and Altitude Falling. 

When he was the Artistic Director of the Gaslight Theater in Austin TX, Paul produced 32 stage plays and directed many of them including Loot, The Master and Margarita, Rhinoceros, Death and the Maiden, and Lazarus Laughed. 

He lives in the Columbia River Gorge of the Pacific Northwest in a tiny house with two cats. 

He likes trains.

Twin Firs is his first novel. 

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Wednesday, 16 October 2024

Dragon’s Folly by Joy Lynn Fielding

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Book Title: Dragon’s Folly

Author and Publisher: Joy Lynn Fielding

Cover Artist: Miblart

Release Date: October 9, 2024

Pairing:  MM

Tense/POV: Alternating first person pov.

Genres: Paranormal romance (shifters)

Tropes: Grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity, possessive MC, size difference

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 80 000 words

It is a standalone story in a series. 

It contains mild spoilers for the first book in the Wings over Albion series. 

it does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Falling for him would be pure folly. I know that. 

Now all I have to do is convince my heart…

Blurb

Allowing a strange dragon into my home was not my idea.

The Assembly assured me it was necessary, though. And that’s how I ended up with him.

Ollie Shaw is clumsy. Unfairly hot. He stumbles through my life leaving a trail of chaos and sunny charm in his wake.

And I hoard every moment with him like he’s my greatest treasure.

But with an entire dragon territory to rule, bills to pay, and treachery brewing in my family, I can’t afford to be distracted by Ollie’s copper-gilded beauty and boundless enthusiasm.

especially can’t give in to my dragon’s primal urge to claim him.

Because loving him could cost me everything I’ve fought so hard to protect. And that would eventually come back to bite us both—with dragon’s teeth…

Dragon’s Folly, Book 3 in the Wings over Albion series, is a sweet and spicy, grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity paranormal m/m romance.

Excerpt 

“How much longer do you think they’ll—oh my God.” I interrupted myself. “Who is that?”

Mia stood on tiptoe and followed my awestruck gaze. “Who?” she asked. “The redheaded guy with the beard?”

I revised my impression of her intelligence. “The tall one with the shoulders. Black shirt and black jeans.” Along with dark hair, and did I mention shoulders? He was moving decisively through the throng, bootheels striking the floor in a way that might indicate temper or might simply be supreme self-confidence. He knew other dragons would move out of his way. 

Lean-cheeked and dark-browed, his face was set in stern lines that made my knees weak. This was a dragon who knew what he wanted and took it. I hoped that would include me.

He was heading in our direction, closing on us fast. I’d opened my mouth and started to say God knew what but something to make him notice me, when Mia spoke over the top of my incoherent babble.

“Archer,” she said. “This is Ollie Shaw.”

Oh great, her brother had arrived. What bloody awful timing. Wait a minute—the only person next to us was Mr Sex God himself. He smiled slightly at her, before glancing at me. I’d thought the first Mortimer grandson I’d seen would level Troy. This guy would have the Martians invading to fight over his square jaw and piercing grey eyes.

“Hi,” I said, and hoped my voice hadn’t come out sounding as squeaky as I feared.

He nodded at me, not unfriendly but not friendly. And that was the final nail in my coffin because dark, powerful and emotionally unavailable? It was as if he’d read my teenage diary and was role-playing every one of my fantasies. Almost every one—he hadn’t yet shoved me up against the wall and fucked me. I flicked my tongue over suddenly dry lips and wondered if he could see how ready I was to do anything he told me.

“Good to meet you,” I said belatedly, ducking my head in an attempt at a respectful salute to the head of a family. It didn’t work too well because I couldn’t tear my eyes from his face. From the dark eyebrows that were drawing together as I continued staring at him. “I’m from Tunbridge Wells.” I scarcely knew what I was saying, just that I didn’t want him to leave. “Mia’s been keeping me company.”

His eyes narrowed on me, and how the hell did that make him even sexier? “Has she?” His voice was deep, with a dangerous note that thrilled right to my cock.

“Yes.” That was definitely a squeak, damn it. “She’s very nice.” Oh my God, would someone take me outside and shoot me? 

His expression remained stern. “I’m aware of that.” He glanced at her, seeming to forget my existence. “Let’s go, Mia.”

She gave me a grin that let me know she was fully aware of her brother’s effect on me. “Catch you later, Ollie,” she said, and they left.

About the Author 

Joy Lynn Fielding lives in a small English market town, where she indulges her passions for vintage aircraft, horse riding and gardening (though not all at the same time).

She tends to talk a lot about the fascinating facts she discovers during her research for books. Thankfully, she has a very patient Labrador who has a gift for looking interested in what she’s saying while he waits for the food to arrive.

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