Thursday, October 27, 2016

Random Reviews: The God of Jazz: Fugue, Concord by Varian Krylov #Review #Giveaway

Author: Varian Krylov
Book: The God of Jazz: Fugue, Concord
Self Published
Publication date: September 25, 2016
Length: 326 pages

Reviewed by Meredith


After years struggling to realize his dream of directing a feature film, on the final night of his fundraising campaign Godard is on the cusp of having everything he ever wanted. The man he loves is upstairs waiting for him, and he's just a few dollars short of his GoFundYourself goal.

Then everything falls apart.

His personal and professional life in ruins, when his old nemesis from film school offers to fund his dream project if he's willing to shoot it in Spain, Godard knows it's a deal with the devil. But he also has nothing left to lose.

Among the labyrinthine streets of Barcelona's Barrio Góthico, the city's vibrant music scene, and the sun-gilt beaches of the Costa Brava, Godard begins shooting his dream project and putting his life back together, largely under the domineering gaze and deft touch of Ángel, the god of jazz.

But Ángel is keeping a secret, and a deal with the devil always comes at a price.

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Varian Krylov has a very unique writing style. I've always been drawn to it. The God of Jazz: Fugue, Concord is filled with what you expect from this author. But it was also a lighter read than her past stories and that was awesome because I got to see more of her range.

The two MCs, Godard & Angel have a great intensity. They are beyond hot and the sex in this book is super steamy. There is a lot of that in here too so if that's something you look for in your reading you'll get that here.

There's a great amount of realism throughout this creative tale. Believing the emotion a character is experiencing is very important to me. WIth Godard and Angel I felt unsure about each moment they were in.

There's a gracefulness to Varian's writing. Moments when I'm so engrossed by where I've been taken, by the descriptions, by the events playing out. Short of a bomb going off I'm not breaking free.

This is an evenly written book. Flow, emotion, realism, character building are all balanced exactly right. Not only is this an enjoyable read it's a memorable one


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Cover Reveal" Alpha Barman by Sue Brown #Giveaway



Sue Brown - Alpha Barman

Release Date: November 24 2016


Jake Tyler walked out of Special Ops two years ago, a devastated, broken man after he discovered his sister brutally murdered by her husband, Riley. Since then he’s found a kind of peace running a rural bar. The last thing Jake Tyler expects is his former team to turn up with grim news. Jake’s ex-brother-in-law has escaped from prison and is heading Jake’s way. The team is here to protect Jake, whether he likes it or not – a decision reluctantly shared by their leader, Jake’s ex-lover Mitch Mitchelson.

Mitch is angry and hurting. The man he trusted – the man he adored more than anything – abandoned both his team and Mitch. Jake never gave Mitch a chance to help or come to terms with his desertion. Regardless of mission protocols, Mitch isn’t about to open his heart again to that kind of pain.

But the strong attraction between them can’t be denied. How are they ever going to work together when Mitch still resents Jake’s disappearance, and to Jake, the team represents everything that destroyed him in the first place? And meantime they wait for Riley to find them... and to settle the threat once and for all.

Author Bio

Sue Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn't following their orders, she can be found plotting at her laptop. In fact she hides so she can plot, and has become an expert at ignoring the orders.

 Sue discovered M/M erotica at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favorite television series. She had an Aha moment and put pen to paper that same day. Sue may be late to the party, but she's made up for it since, writing fan fiction until she was brave enough to venture out into the world of original fiction.

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Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Retro Review Tour: Wrong Room, Right Guy by Liam Livings #Review #Giveaway ~ Guest Post



Liam Livings - Wrong Room, Right Guy

Can you tell us a little about the story please?

It’s about Simon, an English teacher who’s in the wrong job, who joins a writing group. He accidentally walks into the wrong room in a village hall where the writing group takes place and there he meets Darren, a sexy tracksuit-wearing man who’s at the village hall for a whole different reason. Simon can’t resist seeing Darren again and decides to tell a tiny lie – actually it’s a massive whopper of a lie – to continue seeing Darren.

Can you tell us about the main characters please?

Simon, I think, has a little bit of me in him. The story of him going to a village hall and walking into the wrong room actually happened to me when I went to my first local writers group. Read about it in Clare London’s blog in more detail. Simon is, probably one of my least likeable characters, not least because of the massive lie he has to tell to continue seeing Darren. I’m not going to make excuses for him, and to be honest, I know I wouldn’t be able to live with such a big lie, but for Simon, unhappy in his job, in his minor obsession with Darren, he thinks he has no choice, so he tells the lie. I’m not advocating writers lie to get experience things they can write about, because, at its basic level these are other human beings’ lives we’re talking about. However, a writer does always lurk with intent, making note of overheard conversations, watching life slightly from the sidelines, always wondering if any of it could make it into a book. Catherine Alliott, one of my favourite women’s popular fiction authors, gets most of her story ideas from people she meets at dinner parties.

Darren is a character with a very chequered past. He’s living with an addiction and trying to improve his life, to leave the addiction behind him. For this reason, his experience, shouldn’t be taken lightly. Darren is from a working class background and he’s quite conscious of this difference when compared against Simon’s solid middle class roots. After all, Simon has a ‘profession’ he’s a teacher, and Darren, in his mind, is only a handyman / plumber / plasterer.

Is this book more about writing than about romance?

I don’t think it’s a Romance with a capital R, so to speak – meaning the romance is the main theme in the story. I think the main theme in the story is Simon’s working out his place in the world, what he can do with himself, and that the romance comes from that is a lovely bonus for both men. It’s also about Darren’s journey from addiction and to accepting himself and his background for what he is, and not making excuses for it. And yes, it has a HEA, because, I always seem to write them, but, as with many of my other stories, it’s about the characters’ personal journeys, and the romance is part of that, rather than all of that.

Can you tell us about where the story is set?

It’s set, in a fictional village, on the edge of London, just outside where East London ends and Essex begins. This, for the avoidance of doubt, is where I live. (I don’t live in a fictional part, I live in a real town, but it’s in the same neck of the woods!) I like how this area has both the rural aspects of small villages and the type of characters you often find in those – Clara Bell is very unapologetic about her country, stuff and nonsense ways. Plus, the area’s also near enough to London to give the characters access to the gay scene and all that entails with a short hop on the London Underground. And the area itself, is an interesting mix of the London urban and the countryside rural, making it feel very suburban. Suburbia gets a bad reputation as a boring place that’s neither the vibrant city or the verdant countryside. Only in suburbia would you easily find access to both a village hall full of addicts AND a writing group (a real clash of worlds which appeals to me), plus a large secondary school of children with a general disdain for English literature, and the semi-urban sportswear clad men like Darren mixing with a teacher like Simon. Suburbia, in my view, has alll of life as we know it. And in my own little way I’ve tried to show this with a slice-of-life style in this story.

How do you feel about re-reading old favourite books?

I’d love to do this more often, but there are so many un-read books that I rarely re-read. I do, however keep my favourites and often refer to them for inspiration and comfort. If I’m stuck for an idea I read extracts of old favourites and simply enjoy the pleasure of reading once again, hoping it will fire something in my brain I can use in my WIP. And it usually does!

Do you read right to the end of a book even if it’s not working for you, or do you abandon ship early on?

I have piles and piles of books in my ‘study’ (it’s the spare bedroom but it has a small sofa bed, so we refer to it as a study because it’s where I write during the day) covering the floor, two deep on the shelves, so I’m afraid I don’t have time or patience to plough on if I’m not feeling it with a book.

If I can’t follow the story, I do persevere and maybe flip back to the character list, or re-read chunks before. If it’s boring me I may start to skim read, particularly if there are large chunks of description rather than dialogue which I find, tends to keep the pace zipping along. But the worst reason why I’d abandon a book is if I didn’t care about the characters. If they irritated me, that’s fine, because it’s engendering a reaction in me. If they irritate me, I’ll read on to see if they get their comeuppance. If I love the characters, then I can’t wait to get back to reading about them. However, if I read and find myself not really bothered about what happens to them – whether they live or die, whether they get together or don’t – that’s game over for me I’m afraid. I simply abandon the book. I usually give a book 50 pages or so. If I’m not loving it by then, I pull the rip cord and jump ship. Harsh? Maybe? It doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a bad book, it just means it wasn’t for me. You’ve only to go to Good Reads and find your favourite book and read all thte 1 star reviews, and then go to a book that didn’t work for you and read all the 5 star reviews to know that it is, when all is said and done, very subjective.

Liam Livings xx

Length: 62,000 words


Simon’s the wrong man in the wrong place; trying to teach English to kids who couldn’t care less, he’d really rather be a writer – but it’s only when his best friend bullies him into it that he takes the plunge and joins his local creative writing group. Even then things don’t quite work out the way he planned; blundering into the wrong room at the Village Hall he encounters a group of recovering cocaine addicts and he wants to know more … which is the start, for Simon, of a double life and a whole new secret identity, not to mention an intriguing relationship …


When Simon, an English teacher and hopeful writer, enters an NA meeting instead of a writing group... and not only stays but pretends to be an ex addict to get information to write a story; I kind of became confused. Not in the plot but in the morals. 
Personally I thought it was horribly deceiving and the respect I hoped to have for Simon dwindled. Now, on a creative level I thought it was clever to make this idea into a story.

Darren is a real recovering addict and when Simon starts to like him, he's plagued with what to do about the lies.

Here's where I ran into an issue. While I admire the author's creativity in the idea, the execution couldn't dissuade me from my personal thoughts about Simon's deceit. It weighed too heavily on me and the reader in me fought with the critic in me. I wanted to love this book but I just liked it. Simon, the character, just never became likeable to me and I couldn't forgive him.

Sometimes the personal feelings outrank the critical and this was such a case. 

Author Bio

Liam Livings lives where east London ends and becomes Essex. He shares his house with his boyfriend and cat. He enjoys baking, cooking, classic cars and socialising with friends. He escapes from real life with a guilty pleasure book, cries at a sad, funny and camp film – and he’s been known to watch an awful lot of Gilmore Girls in the name of writing ‘research’.

One evening, flicking through the channels, he stumbled across the film, Saving Private Ryan, and it took twenty minutes of not seeing Goldie Hawn in an army uniform, before he realised it wasn’t actually the film, Private Benjamin.

He has written since he was a teenager, started writing with the hope of publication in 2011. His writing focuses on friendships, British humour, romance with plenty of sparkle.

When he’s not writing fiction he runs a manuscript appraisal service, provides marketing support to authors & publishers and ghostwrites other people’s books.

You can connect with Liam
Twitter @LiamLivings

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Release Day Review: The Swap by Devon Rhodes #Review #Giveaway

Author: Devon Rhodes
Book: The Swap: 2nd edition
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Publication date: October 26, 2016
Length: 69 pages

 Reviewed by Meredith


When layoffs hit Jim LaRue’s company, his first concern isn’t for his own job, it’s for his friend and coworker, Tommy Graves. Tommy’s going through a bitter divorce, and he’s closing on a new home. Losing his job would mean losing the house—and the fresh start he desperately needs. Jim can’t let that happen to the man he’s secretly in love with, so he proposes a swap: his job for Tommy’s.

Now out of work, Jim reluctantly agrees to help Tommy remodel. He needs the income, but he can’t stand being a charity case—especially not when things between them start heading in a direction he hardly dared hope for. The strain drives a wedge between them, and a confrontation might spell the end of their relationship.

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This is a short, sweet, truly feel good, romantic novella. Jim is a really awesome friend. I don't know many, if any, people who would do what he does for Tommy. Theirs is a beautiful friendship.

Tommy really couldn't afford to lose his job. It would absolutely be the end of his hopes and dreams. He's been going through so much and everything is starting to look up for him. So when Jim loses his job in place of Tommy's so Tommy won't lose everything it's huge!

With Jim now being out of work you see him helping Tommy out with his new house and with that their friendship grows and changes into something else.

I loved Tommy. He was so adorable and his stuttering when he was nervous was endearing. Jim and Tommy's friendship is a solid thing so when there's the thought of romance it's a bit scary and I get that. You don't want to ruin an already amazing thing.

I liked this short story it's fun, beyond sweet, and it's a quick read. This is what you read when you need a pick me up. Well done.


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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Release Day Review: The Captive Pet by Samantha Cayto #Review #Giveaway

Author: Samantha Cayto
Book: The Captive Slave
Series: Alien Slave Master #4
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Publication date: October 25, 2016
Length: 149 pages

Reviewed by Morningstar


When a distant planet’s ownership is in dispute, conquering aliens turn defiant human males into pampered sex slaves.

Frey Bjorkson is an orphan from New World Colony Five. While making a supply run, he’s been captured by a Travian privateer and kept as a pet. Brutalized, he fights to hold on to his sanity and hope of escaping. His hopes are all but dashed when his master loses him to another, scarier male.

Having lost his mate, Rone has given up his old military ambitions. Instead, he’s volunteered to pose as a privateer to root out the arms suppliers of the traitorous males trying to overthrow female rule. When he becomes the reluctant master to a human pet, he has little patience for caring for the scared, battered creature. That doesn’t stop him from wanting the boy, and, as he sets about claiming the human as his property, he finds himself getting in deeper than he’d intended.

Not only does Rone prove to be kinder, he also gives Frey his first experience with sexual pleasure. The way Rone makes him feel, physically and emotionally, confuses Frey. He fights against his growing attraction even while he struggles to learn just what his master’s true agenda is.

As Rone infiltrates the dangerous world of privateers, he reluctantly drags Frey in with him. He tells himself that he needs the cover of being a brutal slave owner, but there is no denying his growing need for the boy. As Rone’s mission heats up, the stakes are high, and the alien master and his captive pet will have to work together to survive.

Reader Advisory: This book contains sex scenes of both non-consensual and dubious consent, as well as scenes of violence, abuse and torture.

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I’ve been hooked on this series since I first stumbled on it right after book one’s release. It’s obviously sci-fi, which is one of my many loved sub genres, and it features dub-con and non-con so it is definitely not for everyone.

I really like Samantha Cayto’s writing style and how she creates this story where the human’s, even though they are slaves, are altering the Travians view of them as a species and helping them with their own internal societal problems. I can’t wait to see where she takes the overarching storyline.

This story is about Rone, who we met in the previous book The Untamed Pet. I was wondering how she was going to give us something to redeem him from his actions in that story but she did a phenomenal job of that once we got into his head in this story. Through the pain of losing his mate and unborn child, through nefarious ways where the females do not want to admit it was actually murder, Rone finds something to occupy his time along with his companion, Preen, the monkey type species that once belonged to his mating sister. He’s on a mission now to infiltrate arms dealers in hopes of catching the boss and shutting down the operations. This is where he unexpectedly wins a slave in a card game, one he doesn’t really need but ends up wanting him more than he thought he could.

Frey just wants to try and survive the cruelty of is current master and get home to Five. The replaying memories of his mother help him through the worst of what the mean Travian does to him. Once he finds himself in the hands of a new master he thinks he knows what to expect but Rone isn’t like the last master he had but that doesn’t mean much when he is still a slave.

This story had a different feel to it than the last three did. The story still had the same basic elements since the storyline is connected to the previous ones but there was definitely less of the political machinations than there was previously and with each book we gain a greater understanding of the Travian males. But also I felt there was less of a “falling in love” path with Frey and Rone than with the other couples. Frey really struggled and denied any emotional connection he thought he felt towards Rone, believing it was a Stockholm syndrome type thing not real affection. Rone was the one realizing before Frey that his feelings towards his pet was more than simple connection. I liked the switch up!

The author’s world building is great in its description, not the best I have read, but still up there compared to others. Where her strong suit really lies with this series is in the characters and societal end of the new world we are journeying on. She creates well developed ones each time that helps connect me as a reader to the story itself and keeps me hooked. I love the female lead idea with the hierarchies, caste, houses, and strife that follows the slow change in their society.

Can’t wait for the next in the series!


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Promotional Post: Arctic Fire by Keira Andrews~ #Interview #Excerpt #Giveaway

When two strangers are trapped in a blizzard, heat rises.
Haunted by what he lost in Afghanistan, Captain Jack Turner is at a crossroads. While the last place he wants to go is the Arctic, at least the routine mission gets him out from behind his new desk. But he starts off on the wrong foot with the Canadian Ranger guiding him across the forbidding and dangerous land, and Jack would rather be anywhere than sharing a tent with Sergeant Kin Carsen.
The Arctic is in Kin’s blood, and he can’t seem to leave the tundra behind. He wishes he could live openly as a gay man, but the North isn’t as accepting as the rest of Canada. Although he’s lonely, he loves his responsibility as a Ranger, patrolling the vast land he knows so well. But he’s on unfamiliar ground with Jack, and when they’re stranded alone by a blizzard, unexpected desire begins to burn. Soon they’re in a struggle to survive, and all these strangers have is each other.
Note: This gay romance features emotional repression, hurt/comfort, adventure on the tundra, and love where you least expect it.

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Can an army captain who can’t forget Afghanistan make new memories with a ranger in the Arctic? In this character interview, meet Jack Turner, a Canadian army captain at a crossroads.  

Please tell us about you: job, hobbies, special talents, and anything else you would want to share.

I’m a captain in the Canadian Armed Forces. I almost came home from Afghanistan in a body bag, and now I’ve got a desk job in Ottawa, which is the capital city of Canada. Hobbies? Um, let’s see. Does watching TV or playing stupid games on my iPad count? Oh, I have a dog. His name’s Neville and he’s a pug. I tell people I named him after Neville Chamberlain, but secretly it was Neville Longbottom.

I don’t have any special talents I can think of. I guess it was a special talent that I didn’t get blown up in the Middle East when I probably should have. Wait, can you change that answer? I don’t want my parents to see it. They’ll just get upset and bug me about going to therapy.

Where did you grow up?

I grew up in Kanata, a suburb of Ottawa. It was mostly cornfields even when I was in my twenties, but now they’re paving over it all for subdivisions and box stores.

Tell us about the first time you met Kin. Was it love at first sight?

No. I thought he was good looking, but he’s a subordinate, and it was inappropriate to even consider it. Besides, I didn’t make a great first impression on him. He thought I was a bit of a jackass. Wait—he’s calling from the other room. Kin wants to clarify that he thought I was a complete jackass. Not just a bit.

What drew you to each other?

Well, there’s something about being trapped in a tent in the high Arctic that can bring two people together. Sometimes you need to share body heat! But really it was Kin’s quiet confidence. His steadiness. We’d both suffered the loss of people we cared about, and I could talk to him in a way I hadn’t been able to talk to anyone since I came back from the war.

What is your favorite part of him?

This is a PG-13 interview, right? Kidding, kidding. *whispers* It’s his soul. I’m not one of those hippy-dippy spiritual people who usually believes in that crap, but Kin has a beautiful soul. I can look into his eyes and see it shining out.

Do you love a challenge? If so, how do you handle it?

*calls loudly* Kin, would you say I love a challenge? *pauses* He’s laughing his ass off now. That’s a yes. Let me tell you, the high Arctic is nothing if not a challenging place. I guess I handle a test the only way you can: by diving in headfirst.

Favorite childhood memory?

Probably going canoeing with my folks and my sister in Algonquin Park. We went for two weeks, camping and canoeing deep into the forest. We’d have to portage between lakes. Portaging means you carry the boat over your head. I think it might be a Canadian word. Our ancestors did a lot of canoeing.

Favorite vacation spot?

Considering it’s -50 F outside right now (and that is not a typo—you read that correctly), I’m going to say anywhere around the equator.

Favorite eye color?

Pale gray.

Care to share future plans?

The Canadian Armed Forces has plans in the Arctic. That’s all I can say for now.


Jesus Christ it was cold.

With fingers stiff in his gloves, Jack flicked on his little flashlight under his sleeping bag. It was only zero-four-hundred, but it had been dark for so many hours it felt as though the night would never end. It must have clouded over, since there was no light from the moon making its way through the tent walls. He shuddered to think of what it was like in the winter when the sun barely rose at all.

Carefully, he pointed the flashlight around the tent, aiming it high to avoid waking Kin, who slept peacefully a few feet away. The red of Kin’s toque peeked out from his sleeping bag, and Jack could see his closed eyes and his nose. He was breathing deeply and evenly.

The odds of turning on the stove without waking him were nil, so Jack stayed put, shivering in his sleeping bag. Kin didn’t seem bothered by the cold at all, but Jack’s teeth chattered. He wanted to wrap himself in one of the pelts beneath them, but the idea of moving out of his bag was not appealing.

He should have turned off the flashlight since he was wasting the battery, but he found himself watching Kin sleep. He’d shared tents with dozens of men over the years, but none had intrigued him like Kin Carsen did. Not even Grant. He winced at the familiar sting of guilt twisting in his gut.

His scars flared to life, and he scrabbled at the back of his neck and shoulder, dropping the flashlight with a thud, the beam of light spinning around the tent. It was as if his flesh was burning again, and it prickled unbearably. He yanked off his gloves to scratch properly, squirming in the tight sleeping bag.

“Jack?” Kin murmured.

“I’m fine,” he gritted out. “Go back to sleep.”

Kin’s tone was sharp, all drowsiness vanished. “What is it?”

The light shone in his face, and Jack squeezed his eyes shut and burrowed into his bag. “I said it’s nothing. Leave me the hell alone.” He dug his blunt nails into his skin even though he knew it would pass faster if he left the scars untouched. The doctors said the itching was all in his head, but it was hard to believe when he trembled with hot prickles. At least he didn’t feel as cold.
“I’m only trying to help.”

“Then don’t. I don’t need your help.”

“Well, excuse the fuck out of me. Sir.”

The flashlight snapped off, and when Jack opened his eyes the tent was black again. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He breathed heavily through his nose, forcing himself to stop scratching. “I’m sorry. It’s not you, okay? It’s a hundred percent me. I’m a bag of shit lately.”

There was silence for a long moment. Then, “Is that the official diagnosis?”

Jack barked out a laugh, some of the tension leeching from his body. He felt around for his gloves but couldn’t find them, so he curled his hands against his chest in the sleeping bag. “It should be. Sorry for being a drama queen. You’re more patient than I would be stuck with an FNG.”

“You’ll have to enlighten me.”

“Fucking new guy.”

Kin laughed softly, and Jack wished he could see the little dimples that creased his cheeks. He tried to think of something else he could say to make him laugh. “I wouldn’t blame you if your GAFF was pretty low right now.”

“Okay, I’ll bite.”

“Give a fuck factor.”

Kin laughed again, and despite the cold Jack felt a bloom of warmth in his chest.
“Do you have an army to English dictionary? My students would love these.”

“No, but someone should write one.”

“Maybe that should be your next assignment.”


Jack breathed easily again. There was something nice about talking in the dark in their sleeping bags. Reminded him of when he was a kid sleeping over at Jimmy Leclerc’s house, talking until all hours of the night on the old shag carpet in the basement. And just like he had with Jimmy, Jack inched closer to Kin, shifting himself as quietly as possible.

He didn’t know why he had that urge, since he was a grown man now and he didn’t have the excuse of being afraid of the dark, or the rumbles and clangs from the Leclerc’s furnace. Outside the tent there was only the steady whisper of wind. But he still felt drawn to Kin, and the low sound of his exhalations.

“What’s it like during the midnight sun? When there’s daylight twenty four hours?”

“It’s…lively. The restaurant at the hotel is open day and night since there’s always someone awake. I try to keep normal hours, but it’s hard. There’s a lot more noise, and people out and about. We pretty much hibernate in the winter and make up for it in the summer.”

“Must be strange. I guess you get used to it.”

“Yeah. It’s just the way it is. Everyone has blackout curtains. But there’s always a party going on somewhere. Once—”

Jack waited a few heartbeats. “Once what?”

“My brother snuck off and went fishing with his buddies in the middle of the night. They ‘borrowed’ a boat, and of course they got caught since there they were in the middle of the bay, clear as day. Even in the winter, there’s always someone watching. Hard to keep secrets in Arctic Bay.”

“Have you tried?”

 Kin was silent for a moment. “Everyone has something to hide.”

It was all Jack could do not to ask. But he had his own secrets, and it was best to keep it all locked away, no matter how safe it felt cocooned in the dark with Kin. Anything Jack said tonight could haunt him in the dawn.

“That’s why I like coming out here. There’s only the land, and it keeps all its secrets.”
“How about the polar bears?”

Kin chuckled. “They’re the worst gossips. Never tell a polar bear something you don’t want the whole world to know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I’m shooting the breeze with one.” Jack flexed his fingers, rubbing his bare hands together. “Christ it’s cold. I dropped my gloves.”


As material rustled, Jack expected the flashlight to come on. But his heart skipped a beat as Kin spoke.

“Give me your hands.” Kin’s voice was closer.

Jack’s mouth went dry, and he heard his heartbeat thumping in his ears the way he could when he wore earplugs on planes. He shimmied his arms out of the sleeping bag and fumbled for Kin. When their fingers brushed together, he had to bite back a gasp at the flare of desire in his belly.

Smoothly, Kin took Jack’s hands between his and rubbed. He’d taken off his gloves, and he massaged Jack’s fingers. God, it felt good. Kin’s hands were slightly callused—more so than Jack would expect from a teacher. Granted he was also a Ranger, but a Saturday soldier didn’t usually get his hands that dirty.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Frostbite can happen really easily out here. You have to be careful. Your fingers are way too cold.”

Jack opened his mouth to give some kind of excuse, but any words were lost in a strangled gurgle when his index finger was enveloped by wet heat. Kin sucked, and his tongue swirled around, rough and slick at the same time. Jack was glad he wasn’t standing, since so much blood rushed to his cock that he likely would have gotten lightheaded.

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About Keira Andrews

After writing for years yet never really finding the right inspiration, Keira discovered her voice in gay romance, which has become a passion. She writes contemporary, historical, paranormal, and fantasy fiction, and—although she loves delicious angst along the way—Keira firmly believes in happy endings. For as Oscar Wilde once said, “The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.”
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