RJ Scott - Junk by Josephine Myles

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://store.samhainpublishing.com/product_images/Junk72lg.jpg?osCsid=fe225e8172ecd66fee16c5c3a01cacbb" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://store.samhainpublishing.com/product_images/Junk72lg.jpg?osCsid=fe225e8172ecd66fee16c5c3a01cacbb" width="213" /></a></div>You only have to look inside my house to know that given the right push either me or hubby could become hoarders. We would have a clean house but it would be full to bursting with *stuff*. Thankfully I still have that edge that means I get satisfaction from hiring a skip when we move to throw stuff away - but I recall at one time, before children, I bought twelve silhouette books a month and had an entire wardrobe full of five years worth of romance novels.<br /><br />That may not sound much... but it wasn't as if I read them again... I just liked them sitting there - like me having them made a statement about who I was *I read romance*.<br /><br />With the birth of baby 1, they all went, I had something that identified me more - being a mother - and also we had a very small house! Still, the urge to collect is strong in me!<br /><br />I've also watched hoarder programmes in the UK. We had a very famous case called Mr Treebus (well that is how I remember it sounded - not sure if that was how it was spelt!). His house was a death trap and a health hazard. And only a couple of years back someone in our town died and lay undiscovered for a few weeks. I always watched these programmes and got the sense that the cases were hopeless. <br /><br />Not so with Jasper who has a reason for what he does and that reason unfolds gently throughout the book. He doesn't have pets, his kitchen is described as clean, it's just the books are overwhelming him... I loved Jasper, I adored that he loved his books, and I felt no weirdness about Lewis and him getting together (unlike a 1 star I saw for this book on Goodreads). I just think I missed out on one thing. I'm British and I hardly know anyone quirky or with the kind of Britishness that exists in the Miller house... I'm clearly too sheltered... ROFL<br /><div><br /></div>This is a five star read and I recommend it heartily. It's a long satisfying read but I would have loved to see an epilogue. Oh and if the author is listening I demand Mas's book now...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00DW47I8I/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00DW47I8I&linkCode=as2&tag=rjsc-20" target="_blank">Amazon (US)</a> | <a href="http://store.samhainpublishing.com/Junk-p-72985.html" target="_blank">Samhain</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00DW47I8I/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00DW47I8I&linkCode=as2&tag=rjsc-21" target="_blank">Amazon (UK)</a><br /><br />* * * * *<br /><br />Add: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmund_Trebus">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmund_Trebus</a>

RJ Scott - Junk by Josephine Myles

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The Barman & The SEAL

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdD8MtJfKWDvnOKOqceNUE-3ohYxbCgn2bExpAYu_cH4F__qWnfk0Rb5A18SSR1uP7w77JyvVHp7-2ItOr_IQBP5BUdguAh0xGf2GN-Aazp0VsyGarzbsTg2PoGBO8Fb3EvQyPbIwQlA/s1600/thebarnmanandtheseal_800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdD8MtJfKWDvnOKOqceNUE-3ohYxbCgn2bExpAYu_cH4F__qWnfk0Rb5A18SSR1uP7w77JyvVHp7-2ItOr_IQBP5BUdguAh0xGf2GN-Aazp0VsyGarzbsTg2PoGBO8Fb3EvQyPbIwQlA/s640/thebarnmanandtheseal_800.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ellery Mountain Series</span></b><br /><br />Book 1 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/the-fireman-and-cop.html">The Fireman and the Cop</a><br />Book 2 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/the-school-teacher-and-soldier.html">The Teacher and the Soldier</a><br />Book 3 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/the-carpenter-and-actor.html">The Carpenter and the Actor</a><br />Book 4 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/the-doctor-and-bad-boy.html">The Doctor and the Bad Boy</a><br />Book 5 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/ParamedicWriter.html">The Paramedic and the Writer</a><br />Book 6 - The Barman and the SEAL<br />Book 7 - The Agent and the Model (Coming Soon) <br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Book</span></b><br /><br /><b>A Navy SEAL with PTSD and a Barman starting a new life. Maybe they can find love in Ellery.</b><br /><br />Travis Baranski, Navy SEAL, is the first veteran to attend the Ellery Mountain Veteran Center. He is having a hard time coming to terms with what he had seen and what he has done. When he has a very public meltdown in Ellery stores it is Avery Gideon who steps up to the plate and helps him.<br /><br /><div>Avery Gideon, a man cut off from his family for being gay, runs the only bar in town - The Alibi - and listens to many a person's problems whilst trying to forget his own.<br /><br />He sees something in the wounded warrior who needs a friend and very soon finds himself falling in love with Travis.<br /><br />Nothing will deter him from helping Travis, or from making Travis see he's still capable of loving Avery in return. <br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div><br /><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Buy Links</b></span></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=2322" target="_blank">Total E-Bound</a> | <span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span></span><span style="color: #666666;">A<span></span>vailable at all third party sales outlets - 27 September</span></span></i></span></span><br /><div><br /></div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Reviews</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="http://mmgoodbookreviews.wordpress.com/2013/08/30/the-barman-and-the-seal-by-r-j-scott/">MM Good Book Reviews</a> - 4/5</b> - Ah hell, this has to be my favorite Ellery Mountain book so far with both Travis and Avery being incredible characters tugging at your heartstrings as their story unfolds. Avery is wonderful, so patient, and loving and he is the perfect man for Travis. Travis is a man torn by suffering, but he is incredible with his understanding of his own limitations but doesn’t let them rule him. Their relationship is slow but oh so powerful and the love they develop is especially strong because of the time they take as Travis begins to heal. While they fall in love, we see how well the Veteran Center is doing, we catch up with the characters from previous stories, and we see how Mikey is recovering from the brutal attack in The Paramedic and the Writer.<br /><br /><b><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/716233800">GoodReads reader</a> 4.5/5</b> - "...the romance was beautiful. Travis get the anchor he needs in a partner. Avery is everything he needs him to be. And as with any good romance Travis is just want Avery never knew he needed..." (I shared this as it touched me... thank you Tina)<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPViDz2Aoe1wtPeBgJ2V7LCoxyXF8GaFTVtqIC65EY5wHPeUFdwExMFNnLqYUhPhpiyino3xyvxioK3JeouiMe52AuMgip3N2KjVVW06_z8hFioJKLwvO706VzBQ9FLvEyuBVYAI4EBvU/s1600/thebarmanandtheseal_banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPViDz2Aoe1wtPeBgJ2V7LCoxyXF8GaFTVtqIC65EY5wHPeUFdwExMFNnLqYUhPhpiyino3xyvxioK3JeouiMe52AuMgip3N2KjVVW06_z8hFioJKLwvO706VzBQ9FLvEyuBVYAI4EBvU/s1600/thebarmanandtheseal_banner.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><b><a href="http://headouttheoven.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/advance-review-barman-and-seal-ellery.html?zx=f1b8a280b8003ecb">Multi-Tasking Momma</a> 4/5 </b>- Compared to the first five Ellery Mountain books, this was probably the darkest and most emotional. There were times when it was quite hard to digest what Travis had to go through. However, I see this as the beginning of the turn in this arc, when the Center finally gets to help those who need it most and plays a larger role. This means we will be getting more serious and complicated characters where in the beginning, we got the ordinary guys who had some problems but nothing as bad as those who will come into or out of the Center.<br /><br />This is a great sixth book for the series and I am glad to be following it.<br /><br /><a href="http://mmgoodbookreviews.wordpress.com/2013/08/30/the-barman-and-the-seal-by-r-j-scott/" target="_blank"><b>MM Good Book Reviews</b></a> - <b>4/5</b> - "....I really can’t tell you how much I love this series and the development of each and every character, and I can’t tell you how much I love the support that shines through the pages as we continue to discover more love in Ellery, but we also see a touch of bigotry coming through from the ignorant which makes you grit your teeth. <br /><br />I recommend this to those who love damaged men pushing through their demons, support and love, a slow romance, incredible characters and a great ending that has you wanting Mikey’s story in The Agent and the Model...."</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Excerpt</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span style="font-size: small;">The cold was biting. The cutting wind carried ice and snow high up in the Salang Pass three thousand metres up in the Afghan Mountains northwest of the capital Kabul. Normally his captors covered him—they would tell him in their broken English they weren’t completely lost to conventions of how to look after prisoners. But tonight was different. From the vantage point in the centre of the camp, two feet off the ground in the small metal and wood cage, he could see them drinking and the campfire that warmed them was the only light in this small unsheltered area. Tents flapped in the wind and the raucous laughter was enough for him to know they’d probably stumble to their tents in drunken stupor. The SEAL wasn’t important. He called for help. No one heard him or brought over the tarpaulin that was his only protection against the night.<br /><br />He had curled over seven of his ten fingers when the sun rose this morning. Yesterday it had been six fingers to count the passing of time. Seven days in this place and the infections in his leg and arm were nothing to the rattling cough that had his chest squeezing in pain and his back in spasms. He shifted to find comfort and ended up twisted like a pretzel in the five-foot cube with his back to the worst of the snow. His cold weather gear, including his boots, had long ago been shared out to the rebels and he was left in combat pants, a tee and his thin under-jacket. Sneakers finished off the protection for his skin. He was fucked and he knew it. Even if someone got him out, even if any of his team had survived, he was broken in half by this place.<br /><br />The pain in his back increased and he heard the inhuman whimper that left his mouth. He needed antibiotics and pain meds. Little by little his humanity was being stripped from him. He was dying—an hour at a time the ice was burning his skin and he curled his hands and feet so he wouldn’t lose them to frostbite.<br /><br />Feebly he rocked in the cage, hoping the whole thing would topple on its side. Then if it crashed to the floor at least someone could possibly cover him from the snow and ice. A lethargy stole over him. He should be trying to get out, but there was no point. He’d seen the explosion, seen the mountain fall, crushing the team—he was lucky he’d been covering their six and his only open injury was the evil laceration from his knee to his ankle that now oozed pus and hurt like a bitch. All his equipment gone. Any hope gone.<br /><br />He was sweating and bile rose in him, but his stomach was empty. He didn’t fight the retching or the pain—if he concentrated hard enough on home, on the hills and valleys of Virginia, then he could at least escape in his mind. He stretched his legs and the extremities of the cage held him solid. Pinned.<br /><br />He cried…<br /><br />Then he woke up in a bed thousands of miles away. He couldn’t see the stars through the bars of a cage, or feel icy wind bite into his skin. He was safe.<br /><br />* * * *<br /><br />"Hey," Daniel said from the stove. Travis almost turned on his heel and left the kitchen. It was three a.m.—no one was supposed to be up. Especially not Daniel with his sensitive observations, his no-nonsense assessments and his damn understanding green-eyed gaze.<br /><br />"Hey," Travis said in reply. He felt like shit. The dream of being back in that place, with the pain—and the crying—had wrenched him from sleep. Again. He couldn’t remember the last full night of sleep he’d had.<br /><br />"You want hot chocolate?" Daniel asked. He shook the tin of chocolate powder in front of his face and smiled. "I can’t promise cream and marshmallows like Luke uses, but I can mix hot water and powder."<br /><br />Travis debated. Saying yes meant Daniel and he would probably have to talk. Travis didn’t want to talk. His throat was still clogged with tears and his head and shoulders ached with tension. Damned sleeping pills weren’t even working if the terror in his head could drag him so sharply out of sleep. Sickness rolled in his stomach as the thought of chocolate hit his mind. Can’t even drink fucking hot chocolate. For fuck’s sake.<br /><br />"I just came in for some water," Travis lied. "Need to take some pain pills." Why did he do that? Why did he even talk let alone elaborate. Yes, he could get water in his own room, but he could have got away with no more talking if Daniel had just accepted his excuse. But no—idiot—he had to go and mention pain. Daniel made that patented frowning face of his then nodded. The frown was so quick it was blink and you miss it, and though Travis may well be a fucked-up, washed-up ex-SEAL, he still had the ability to read expressions in a millisecond.<br /><br />"Cool" was all Daniel said. He didn’t push on the pain meds or the fact Travis was awake or that he probably looked like shit. He was soaked through with sweat and he knew from looking in the mirror that his face had a gaunt, haunted look. Five weeks he’d been here in the middle of freaking nowhere at this place and every single night he’d had these dreams. Afghanistan would never leave him—the scars on his body and in his mind a permanent reminder.<br /><br />Pathetic. You cry like a freaking girl.<br /><br />He crossed to the sink, pulled down a glass and filled it with water. Then quietly and with a soft goodnight he left the kitchen and made his way back to his room. A hot drink would have relaxed him maybe. His mom had this way of adding cinnamon to hot chocolate and he needed that connection. He’d talked himself out of his room on the promise of finding god damned cinnamon.<br /><br />Freak. </span><br /><br /><br /></div></div>

The Barman & The SEAL

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Friday Interview - Erika Pike

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6jCLCTZQTb5LRG-WMwiKNqURCJy5B7SyXd58kuX5yWht5_zPg8UY5fDHSDJwU7ou_gZKVzLbhjkDVDnwB8zBWhB-qwc0xXFuNSLMrVVLNoq7YB3qLr1aDXXANquS0kHx2Q1UMU87dQ/s1600/Cold+Hands+400+X+600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6jCLCTZQTb5LRG-WMwiKNqURCJy5B7SyXd58kuX5yWht5_zPg8UY5fDHSDJwU7ou_gZKVzLbhjkDVDnwB8zBWhB-qwc0xXFuNSLMrVVLNoq7YB3qLr1aDXXANquS0kHx2Q1UMU87dQ/s320/Cold+Hands+400+X+600.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>Thank you for having me over, RJ.<br /><br />I recently republished my College Fun and Gays series and I’m grateful for the opportunity to showcase the awesome new covers (by Zathyn Priest!), and my latest release: Cold Hands. The series was re-edited by Douglas Black and is now available as individual stories and a two-part anthology (cheaper!). <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>First I’m going to answer some interesting questions:<br /><br /><b>How do you keep your stories "organized"? I mean, remembering side characters, visuals, background stories, connections...</b><br />A lot of the scenes are from my daydreams, so most of it plays like a movie in my head. The characters are very much alive to me, but I do keep a short file on vital information for the series books, like do they have siblings and such.<br /><br /><a name="more"></a><br /><b>Favourite position in your books you've always wanted to try?</b><br />Anal sex – me being the top :P I really want to try pegging a guy. Hey, I already know everything about prepping and I’ve got very delicate fingers. When I look at them with prepping in mind I keep thinking it can’t possibly be that painful, but then I remember that most guys have thicker fingers.<br /><br /><b>Is there a solution to global warming?</b><br />Exterminate cows? I don’t know. I heard somewhere that the gas cows make is a huge factor in the global warming. Then, of course, more of us could take up biking (I’m doing it now), use public transportation and take up geothermal energy and heating wherever possible.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><i>Each College Fun and Gays story focuses on a specific issue that LGBT people might face in today’s society because of their sexuality. Although the topics are serious, the stories are generally light with a bit of humor thrown in. The genres I list them under are: Gay (M/M), Erotic Romance, Contemporary, and New Adult. Except for Hot Hands and Cold Hands, they don’t have to be read in any order as they don't feature the same couples.</i><br /><i><br /></i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*****</i></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAJBkn2XUMjwcb363K6qigTRG5iY_wm1kCYZJC6OD6vZz8ywUgKwoSYC4z-CrFtOjNdvXIVtSecXkekUP04oPArqgMmD-LodJTLFIDASLsusiumlEg9N1KjMQf1-6b1ouLHMKie4AavA/s1600/Hot+Hands+400+x+600+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAJBkn2XUMjwcb363K6qigTRG5iY_wm1kCYZJC6OD6vZz8ywUgKwoSYC4z-CrFtOjNdvXIVtSecXkekUP04oPArqgMmD-LodJTLFIDASLsusiumlEg9N1KjMQf1-6b1ouLHMKie4AavA/s200/Hot+Hands+400+x+600+(1).jpg" width="133" /></a><b>Hot Hands</b><br /><b><br /></b>For weeks, college student Casper has been the victim of sail-by goosing and groping. The problem is that Casper would very much like to get more than groped by those wonderful, big, hot hands. With a journal full <br />of clues, he sets out to discover who his mystery groper is. He may, however, be in serious trouble once he discovers the ominous identity.<br /><br /><i>Hot Hands focuses on the effects of high school bullying for being gay.</i><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Free</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> on <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-hothands-1228391-340.html">All Romance eBooks</a> and <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/340764">Smashwords</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><br /><b>Grade-A-Sex Deal</b><br /><b><br /></b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit9a2965avXfMSE-ZZx4v_aNy-8o_3s0Jj-74GvRxvBgJcyGNjZ859Y2l-A5IsmBhUwLt8F0aBupQWS4P7xP1xRo2AZZZ8NsaqnEROJvfA6suEHb6PJRwsxYacE-DZ3uj8CquRT9hcrA/s1600/Grade+A+Sex+Deal+400+x+600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit9a2965avXfMSE-ZZx4v_aNy-8o_3s0Jj-74GvRxvBgJcyGNjZ859Y2l-A5IsmBhUwLt8F0aBupQWS4P7xP1xRo2AZZZ8NsaqnEROJvfA6suEHb6PJRwsxYacE-DZ3uj8CquRT9hcrA/s200/Grade+A+Sex+Deal+400+x+600.jpg" width="133" /></a>When College professor Daniel Corrigan was brutally kicked out of his home after revealing his true sexuality to his wife, he had to make a whole new life for himself. For the first time in two years Daniels main heartache isn't the none-existent relationship with his two kids, but the fact that the grade-A-sex deal with his student Troy Anderson is about to expire. After a whole semester of office fun, Troy has managed to squeeze his way into the core of Daniels soul. Daniel, however, is positive hes nothing more to Troy but a <br />teacher who can modify a grade.<br /><br /><i>Grade-A-Sex Deal focuses on depression after ostracism.</i><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Erica-Pike/e/B006V266ZY/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=series&qString=College+Fun+%26amp%3B+Gays">All Romance eBooks</a> and <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/ericapike">Smashwords</a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><br /><b>The Walls Have Ears</b><br /><b><br /></b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJovFxlptcloWPfGkLD1MQ3Ikf0c1ElXqsKeI8njux0MnV0aaCU0pMAcOkRlHUoqNcYqJMV-neyXvNTY6pekuJgnw0sZI6tVOXR7HeuvjsQ-Y-0q-m7k5mtmVZ6RO-_bEas96MouF4Rg/s1600/The+Walls+Have+Ears+400+x+600.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJovFxlptcloWPfGkLD1MQ3Ikf0c1ElXqsKeI8njux0MnV0aaCU0pMAcOkRlHUoqNcYqJMV-neyXvNTY6pekuJgnw0sZI6tVOXR7HeuvjsQ-Y-0q-m7k5mtmVZ6RO-_bEas96MouF4Rg/s200/The+Walls+Have+Ears+400+x+600.jpg" width="133" /></a>Short and scrawny college student Harley Santos has a strange relationship with the guy on the other side of his bedroom wall. For weeks, the two have been masturbating to each other’s voices, but they have never met in person. In fact, he doesn't know a single thing about his wall-mate except that he looks and sounds incredibly hot.<br /><br />When Harley’s roommate, Ryan, is asked on a date by one of his neighbors, Harley is devastated that his wall-mate mistook not-hot Harley for super-hot Ryan. Helping Harley through his heartache is Tasha Novokov, the other neighbor, who is tall, dark, and impossibly handsome.<br /><br /><i>The Walls Have Ears focuses on insecurities of first-time dating: Is the guy I like gay or straight?</i><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Erica-Pike/e/B006V266ZY/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=series&qString=College+Fun+%26amp%3B+Gays">All Romance eBooks</a> and <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/ericapike">Smashwords</a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSjgw2mZO2XQnwUo2_V6_KT_MHJbY5k0_fPOZjHtnsBUVnOCKCGsCpRXo6vMq0K_6TfTc2DYzhVKtSv2uwB9LkbAq_oNqT-QPx3LYUaMUG7AXDalbLW0NfejgAeGzZBo-TckSXsLPAJA/s1600/Little+Stalker+400+x+600.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSjgw2mZO2XQnwUo2_V6_KT_MHJbY5k0_fPOZjHtnsBUVnOCKCGsCpRXo6vMq0K_6TfTc2DYzhVKtSv2uwB9LkbAq_oNqT-QPx3LYUaMUG7AXDalbLW0NfejgAeGzZBo-TckSXsLPAJA/s200/Little+Stalker+400+x+600.jpg" width="133" /></a><b>Little Stalker</b><br /><b><br /></b>College student Coby is being stalked by a young guy and has no idea why until someone suggests that the stalker may have a crush on him. The idea both excites and terrifies Coby, who is so deep in the closet he <br />can barely manage to think the word “gay” without freaking out.<br /><br /><i>Little Stalker focuses on the deep, dark closet and internal homophobia.</i><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Erica-Pike/e/B006V266ZY/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=series&qString=College+Fun+%26amp%3B+Gays">All Romance eBooks</a> and <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/ericapike">Smashwords</a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>Welcome, Brother:</b><br /><b><br /></b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeRvXX0s9BAOR9f3JdTnT7lmkYz8LmAz3J3vCk9hWB8TYDQY16O5PsUUWAzEdWzXR5DKJkuibL4t4BtgPchKIq1rfynBI7tRvrnAkDQImii51ucmCB0_bkbdogj_Wa2M0HYo_tsIyAg/s1600/Welcome+Brother+400+x+600.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeRvXX0s9BAOR9f3JdTnT7lmkYz8LmAz3J3vCk9hWB8TYDQY16O5PsUUWAzEdWzXR5DKJkuibL4t4BtgPchKIq1rfynBI7tRvrnAkDQImii51ucmCB0_bkbdogj_Wa2M0HYo_tsIyAg/s200/Welcome+Brother+400+x+600.jpg" width="133" /></a>When arts student Kyler Morris applies for membership to The Nova Britannia Brotherhood, he's immediately floored by their intimidating leader, Hunter Kingsley. Fellow arts student Hunter, however, isn't the bad-ass he's made out to be and takes Kyler under his wing.<br /><br />While Kyler struggles to keep his crush under control and his sexuality hidden from the Brothers, Hunter battles daemons of his own in the form of two Brothers who aren't playing by the rules. <br /><br /><i>Welcome Brother focuses on acceptance in college and gay bashing.</i><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Erica-Pike/e/B006V266ZY/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=series&qString=College+Fun+%26amp%3B+Gays">All Romance eBooks</a> and <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/ericapike">Smashwords</a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><br /><b>Cold Hands</b><br /><b><br /></b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhEXM4JafcNmrPlA5n0C6PEtbqjABUm6TX2mSuWXcTBihRaNM2jQvRrED9G8FEJvyZm4uIj679DA0WjXD-FlAzbreEwnfxuh3eFCJBluyTra6KtW-pGLLeBwUACTS4ZeOrhlj-D3Rk4w/s1600/Cold+Hands+400+X+600.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhEXM4JafcNmrPlA5n0C6PEtbqjABUm6TX2mSuWXcTBihRaNM2jQvRrED9G8FEJvyZm4uIj679DA0WjXD-FlAzbreEwnfxuh3eFCJBluyTra6KtW-pGLLeBwUACTS4ZeOrhlj-D3Rk4w/s200/Cold+Hands+400+X+600.jpg" width="133" /></a>“Hot-Hands” and Casper have been dating for a month, but their relationship is about as smooth as shattered glass. It doesn't help that Hot-Hands is racked with guilt over his high school bullying of Casper, or that Casper darts away whenever his boyfriend gets a little too frisky.<br /><br />Desperate to hang onto Casper, Hot-Hands tries to earn back the trust he destroyed years ago, so they can face their disastrous past and have a chance at a happy future.<br /><br /><i>Cold Hands focuses on high school bullying for being gay. This is the sequel to Hot Hands and contains big spoilers if read first.</i><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Erica-Pike/e/B006V266ZY/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=series&qString=College+Fun+%26amp%3B+Gays">All Romance eBooks</a> and <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/ericapike">Smashwords</a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>College Fun and Gays: Anthology One</b><br /><b><br /></b>Contains Hot Hands, Cold Hands, and The Walls Have Ears. This Anthology explores the effects of high school bullying, and the question: is the guy I like straight or gay?<br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Erica-Pike/e/B006V266ZY/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1">Amazon</a>and <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=series&qString=College+Fun+%26amp%3B+Gays">All Romance eBooks</a> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>College Fun and Gays: Anthology Two</b></div><br />Contains Grade-A-Sex Deal, Little Stalker, and Welcome, Brother. This Anthology explores ostracism for being gay, internal homophobia, the closet, and being gay in a fraternity.<br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Erica-Pike/e/B006V266ZY/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1">Amazon</a>and <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=series&qString=College+Fun+%26amp%3B+Gays">All Romance eBooks</a> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>Erica Online</b>:<br /><br /><b>Website/Blog</b>: <a href="http://www.ericapike.com/">http://www.ericapike.com</a><br /><b>Facebook</b>: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorEricaPike">https://www.facebook.com/AuthorEricaPike</a><br /><b>Goodreads Group</b>: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/group/show/94436-gay-romance-by-erica-pike" target="_blank">http://www.goodreads.com/group/show/94436-gay-romance-by-erica-pike</a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4203e6oEyx6o3n8uaFsaE_sI7cHJ4Mgfg4U3Oy20boWaKCjkojQLbwopwbxg4dx2qY2bhAvbs6z-XHbpILsgIu3_vemxWkUyPxbKwElzkIj-mt0lf90c02-ZonWQ8vniBcYfr0rg_g/s1600/College+Fun+and+Gays2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4203e6oEyx6o3n8uaFsaE_sI7cHJ4Mgfg4U3Oy20boWaKCjkojQLbwopwbxg4dx2qY2bhAvbs6z-XHbpILsgIu3_vemxWkUyPxbKwElzkIj-mt0lf90c02-ZonWQ8vniBcYfr0rg_g/s1600/College+Fun+and+Gays2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>

Friday Interview - Erika Pike

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Texas Family (Texas 4)

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJV4XboVj7Hz46FNU_vgiGHbjzodDrmEhkenEe_b5sF2zqzCUezUDqztW8xrFAC6XW4C81YS_eudRakroxsKr2tGzTMIuK8Z8ulpED2nGo3ZUcWMYkLKSdYGFqdCDPSI3sGq2kCYzLGCo/s1600/Texas+Family+3+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJV4XboVj7Hz46FNU_vgiGHbjzodDrmEhkenEe_b5sF2zqzCUezUDqztW8xrFAC6XW4C81YS_eudRakroxsKr2tGzTMIuK8Z8ulpED2nGo3ZUcWMYkLKSdYGFqdCDPSI3sGq2kCYzLGCo/s640/Texas+Family+3+(1).jpg" width="426" /></a></div>Cover art for Texas 4 - Texas Family by the incredibly talented Meredith Russell who is a Goddess amongst artists... just saying...<br /><br />Coming to an e-reader near you 11 October<br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18001350-texas-family" target="_blank">Add to Goodreads</a><br /><br />Sign up for RJ's blog (top of the left column) to hear all the latest updates about this and other RJ Scott books.

Texas Family (Texas 4)

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RJ Scott - Dealing with reviews

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqevLYPNf13RunLT1oeQz2LJ9NYYVDxOdqFWP74N3V4Rj9PafpzHqAv886yJq5P3NJOZbB7zxEpLsGAB22KQSVL0bTv-wyjNQZleRy8RPY_KhhJN1qMc3MHSP_5mSsGspSjsUgr5TKlE/s1600/Mrs-Condit-Recommends1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqevLYPNf13RunLT1oeQz2LJ9NYYVDxOdqFWP74N3V4Rj9PafpzHqAv886yJq5P3NJOZbB7zxEpLsGAB22KQSVL0bTv-wyjNQZleRy8RPY_KhhJN1qMc3MHSP_5mSsGspSjsUgr5TKlE/s1600/Mrs-Condit-Recommends1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><i>Before you read this, I must say something. I am the luckiest author in that people review my new releases. I don't have to ask for reviews and for that I am eternally grateful.</i><br /><br />There is some discussion as to the etiquette as to how to deal with reviews. Becky over at Mrs Condit reviews pointed out that when they post reviews as authors we should share those reviews. She's right, we do need to share them. Unless I am having a bad day/week/month I attempt to retweet, repost, and add reviews to my book pages.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCSG_v2UDMo2axAAUjDqykmWfsaOnmSDTDWGahjZTBG-R93tmFvSMf8QJDRgbI6U5eXk72wBrpfvSOltVkz2SOmS_7UJdSK2CEnMIRCnJ5qUPnHULGbRSN6cFw2jiGrij1X48o8RpMPpo/s1600/rainbow_logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCSG_v2UDMo2axAAUjDqykmWfsaOnmSDTDWGahjZTBG-R93tmFvSMf8QJDRgbI6U5eXk72wBrpfvSOltVkz2SOmS_7UJdSK2CEnMIRCnJ5qUPnHULGbRSN6cFw2jiGrij1X48o8RpMPpo/s1600/rainbow_logo.jpg" /></a>Is this your first review? Go pimp that sucker EVERYWHERE! Thank the reviewer, thank the publisher, thank your Gran. Show how happy you are because your enthusiasm will be infectious.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXl1QyYfenQhA5bQ8qf9qp6C6m4H0Qf6bbdqHuyVx3r5PPZAjOa3nlIgWAujxCtxIQZay237zGQH_PR3VNu07Sw0wpcWvos5QseVR8Sdpq_44SjA87Gt48usxOLcU3lI5Ox4brRMmAtA/s1600/Capture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="64" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXl1QyYfenQhA5bQ8qf9qp6C6m4H0Qf6bbdqHuyVx3r5PPZAjOa3nlIgWAujxCtxIQZay237zGQH_PR3VNu07Sw0wpcWvos5QseVR8Sdpq_44SjA87Gt48usxOLcU3lI5Ox4brRMmAtA/s200/Capture.JPG" width="200" /></a>Is this your fifth review on the same book? *repeat enthusiasm from the first, second, third and fourth review*<br /><br />Is this your hundredth review? Ditto<br /><br />I worry that when I share a review it seems like I am forcing them down reader's throats. I'm British and we don't do well at the whole *THIS IS ME I AM FAB* kind of thing. Although I'm not doing too bad at it!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPY9vd5bUqaW9zBx9AqgwRXFhw0rXW53B5SaBYmhfnP9RtZi3_ZaojFIRNpXrdUHDuSwywx0OnkSVMjCegQ0jvlhnZzpeuhG93G50UE9fpYJHqDtBvpBrgyn0OJFnpHrTquVBZE3PIEUs/s1600/64246_434678613281893_1653726542_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPY9vd5bUqaW9zBx9AqgwRXFhw0rXW53B5SaBYmhfnP9RtZi3_ZaojFIRNpXrdUHDuSwywx0OnkSVMjCegQ0jvlhnZzpeuhG93G50UE9fpYJHqDtBvpBrgyn0OJFnpHrTquVBZE3PIEUs/s1600/64246_434678613281893_1653726542_n.jpg" /></a></div>I love the reviews and i am sharing the love. I love every single review I receive - even the negative ones. I try and learn from what is said, or what I can read between the lines. I've learnt that whilst I know my guys have a HEA, that the actual words to convince readers of this aren't actually in the book. I've learnt when and where to use tropes and how sparingly they should be used. I have learnt to show and not tell. I have learnt about needed editing. It's endless how much reviews have helped me as an author. And I don't just mean review groups like the ones I have images of on this page - I mean the friends who read and comment, and the lovely reviews I get on Goodreads (to balance the 1s!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPM979iDdt-3XNsM251DbQYEa9BNC3G3ZPgtfn7ZWYbYwL-v7jqpGJjObCp-LzbRAuctyjm1QWCpFieKhGFptBHg2kfBeEBD7kuYlngavlpxqTZEz4kRhEjaAViDGL73RlipXiQK7cZM8/s1600/350-x-60.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="54" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPM979iDdt-3XNsM251DbQYEa9BNC3G3ZPgtfn7ZWYbYwL-v7jqpGJjObCp-LzbRAuctyjm1QWCpFieKhGFptBHg2kfBeEBD7kuYlngavlpxqTZEz4kRhEjaAViDGL73RlipXiQK7cZM8/s320/350-x-60.png" width="320" /></a><b>So for every reviewer who takes the time to read an RJ Scott book, and then spends ages writing an informed and helpful review, I thank you. All of you. Smooches.</b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">Other posts on this subject:</span></b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbgE44-WOeY1QojjK3H12MppiYjRbawxA3onVp3A0DVRlMGjecOPzJGgYhFqAVLiRA-2A6IIXXWiMhkg5YAs-2cg_vzsg2MYEyD17NMC20HwRIZuyz_QpsimVk6HPZ4h1MZj7kMR5mmQ/s1600/rainbowawards_hon_mention3.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbgE44-WOeY1QojjK3H12MppiYjRbawxA3onVp3A0DVRlMGjecOPzJGgYhFqAVLiRA-2A6IIXXWiMhkg5YAs-2cg_vzsg2MYEyD17NMC20HwRIZuyz_QpsimVk6HPZ4h1MZj7kMR5mmQ/s200/rainbowawards_hon_mention3.png" width="200" /></a><br /><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/finishing-your-book.html">Finishing your book</a><br /><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/01/random-thoughts-on-reviews-writing-and.html">Random thoughts on reviews, writing and Lord of the Rings...</a><br /><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/what-fk-does-rj-scott-know-anyway.html">What the f**k does RJ Scott know anyway?</a><br /><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/rj-scott-sample-of-recent-reviews.html">A sample of recent reviews...</a><br /><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/review-and-also-my-review-of-coming.html">My comments on Reviews - also my review of Coming Home - MJ O'Shea</a><br /><br /><b>Examples of review pages...</b><br /><br /><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/mrs-condit-reads-books.html">Mrs Condit Reads Books</a><br /><div><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/mm-good-book-reviews.html">MM Good Book Reviews</a></div><div><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/rainbow-book-reviews.html">Rainbow Book Reviews</a></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br />

RJ Scott - Dealing with reviews

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RJ Scott - a sample of recent reviews...

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBfAGXX-j6U7iX_YS54JM6s4OTEBDr_e9QTMwJVoUi4skm2KpV2vQcviRMkkxXMg0vDtQplAedyqAzPtlVygKXFgoherY_-lDWCXpXQdeXoz0pNW5B-k69wKIXmxYwOJEEhQmx5tdmw3w/s1600/TheNewWolf6x9+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBfAGXX-j6U7iX_YS54JM6s4OTEBDr_e9QTMwJVoUi4skm2KpV2vQcviRMkkxXMg0vDtQplAedyqAzPtlVygKXFgoherY_-lDWCXpXQdeXoz0pNW5B-k69wKIXmxYwOJEEhQmx5tdmw3w/s200/TheNewWolf6x9+%25281%2529.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/06/the-new-wolf-building-pack-book-1.html"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The New Wolf</span></b></a><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><b>MM Good Book Reviews</b> - "... Ah this story is like a breath of fresh air, so different from the typical shifter stories that you come across. A dangerous lone wolf seems determined to decimate the wolves of Black Creek and Connor and Josh get dragged into the danger by accident, which causes a strain in their relationship as Josh tries to accept what has happened. </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Connor is the poor soul who stumbles on the town secret and his situation is beautifully described, Josh's reaction is one of the best I have ever seen and I was so thankful that he didn't just throw himself into Connor's arms but held back to process what he had learned. ..."</span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><b>Mrs Condit Reads Books</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> 4/5 - RJ’s writing style is straightforward, eloquent, and concise. I love how she takes the same old shifter premise and gives it new life with a fresh and original twist. After a heartbreaking death and a near tragedy, the story does have a HEA ending. I thoroughly enjoyed reading the book, and I’m definitely looking forward to the next one in the trilogy. If you’re looking for a shifter tale that is anything but ordinary, this is the book for you.</span><br /><a name="more"></a><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9y7aZCoAgoJSsMHwCzAO2pLVBS8AqZTJlHsVhR2Ycz_zb0Z4ZgCn1a-MGjuUbqy72dTqIijo9J_jCaH0CSruas2VJUDwVkz6eE1bn4l9c6Y2GeVfqhQrqsAb-TxowutkV1nUfNWKvE_M/s1600/ellery5_paramedic_writer_800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9y7aZCoAgoJSsMHwCzAO2pLVBS8AqZTJlHsVhR2Ycz_zb0Z4ZgCn1a-MGjuUbqy72dTqIijo9J_jCaH0CSruas2VJUDwVkz6eE1bn4l9c6Y2GeVfqhQrqsAb-TxowutkV1nUfNWKvE_M/s200/ellery5_paramedic_writer_800.jpg" width="125" /></a></div><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/ParamedicWriter.html"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Paramedic & The Writer</span></b></a><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>MM Good Book Reviews 4/5<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> - The development of the Ellery series is continuing and broadening its horizons, we learn how Daniel’s Veteran house is coming along and we have a new development of a homophobic attack in the usually gay friendly Ellery. </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I can’t wait for the next instalment of these sexy men, what may await us as the Veteran house is opened, and they get their first client in The Barman and the SEAL.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/the-doctor-and-bad-boy.html"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Doctor & the Bad Boy</span></b></a><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLVD_codlQAMUvNy9v3ecFL5Tss2EXMTxUd1rjLaxRTqY_jopw8rFFCamq1nnM_ocV1-SOoR9f9JDmSMzDukJnZ8lP7Jqz7Kzd-Fm_moEkLJZncOFgljZr2M6CZ6bmkL2IQjJYgEUP3i4/s1600/thedoctorandthebadboy_800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLVD_codlQAMUvNy9v3ecFL5Tss2EXMTxUd1rjLaxRTqY_jopw8rFFCamq1nnM_ocV1-SOoR9f9JDmSMzDukJnZ8lP7Jqz7Kzd-Fm_moEkLJZncOFgljZr2M6CZ6bmkL2IQjJYgEUP3i4/s200/thedoctorandthebadboy_800.jpg" width="125" /></a><b>The Jeep Diva</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">- 5/5:</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> R.J. Scott gave life to each of the Ellery Mountain books as each dealt with realistic issues that are attainably able to be solved. The Doctor and the Bad Boy delivered tenderheartedness and familial love that spoke of how the world should really be... R.J. Scott wrote a beautiful contemporary romance that never sugar coated the pitfalls of life, but delivered a well- crafted story of acceptance and love.</span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><b>Rainbow Book Reviews</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">: If you like romantic love stories filled with wonderful, realistic, unselfish characters, then you will enjoy this book. Thanks, RJ, for another visit to Ellery Mountain and its lovely residents.</span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">MM Good Book Reviews - 4/5: </b><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I say if you love hot men finding love, some angst and drama with problem parents, great friends (who are all hot) and a great new relationship, then you have to read this story.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0GxpGtGOpOfHyoAUN-qT1GD9vWxC21F_DADylC0ljH1C7xgALZTzhLe_68wuAeEMoLGrGTxKYVy50rmUh9uOgoJ8Wg3ojtKG9TguqzcfkQxC0Pi3iWYpYsGX2p8-IbFmQt8RgdTyn50/s1600/backhome_800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0GxpGtGOpOfHyoAUN-qT1GD9vWxC21F_DADylC0ljH1C7xgALZTzhLe_68wuAeEMoLGrGTxKYVy50rmUh9uOgoJ8Wg3ojtKG9TguqzcfkQxC0Pi3iWYpYsGX2p8-IbFmQt8RgdTyn50/s200/backhome_800.jpg" width="125" /></a><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-home.html"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Back Home</span></b></a><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">5/5 from Joyfully Jay - </b><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I absolutely adore Back Home. In fact, it’s a book I’d recommend to just about anyone. It’s heartbreaking and hopeful at the same time. The story that Scott tells is a hard one of love lost and love found. It’s a bittersweet and poignant story, but it’s also beautiful, sweet, and perfect. I highly, highly recommend Back Home by R.J. Scott.</span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">4.5 from WildeOats </b><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">- Back Home is not just a damn good read; it’s a damn good book.</span><br /><b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"></b><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"></span><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><b style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;">4 Divas from Dark Diva Reviews -</b><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> Back Home by is a delightfully engaging novel. Strong family ties and flawed characters provide added depth and authenticity to this well-plotted story. RJ Scott has once again written a powerful and passionate romance that will resonate with her readers.</span></div>

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The Paramedic and the Writer

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh56okZKxs1aJNLYUkx-j3fv2XBHT-lzJbldOFBl6Xg-a0dpIAsCz2v11M95vM4zQRqCThBXjkQBWoAGQw46b1nbZtV86cghykd3L55T9WccFxRCJ1WOBHMN7pmlHVXv3cwEGnX9ngli7M/s1600/ellery_paramedic_writer_800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh56okZKxs1aJNLYUkx-j3fv2XBHT-lzJbldOFBl6Xg-a0dpIAsCz2v11M95vM4zQRqCThBXjkQBWoAGQw46b1nbZtV86cghykd3L55T9WccFxRCJ1WOBHMN7pmlHVXv3cwEGnX9ngli7M/s640/ellery_paramedic_writer_800.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ellery Mountain Series</span></b><br /><br />Book 1 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/the-fireman-and-cop.html">The Fireman and the Cop</a><br />Book 2 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/the-school-teacher-and-soldier.html">The Teacher and the Soldier</a><br />Book 3 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/the-carpenter-and-actor.html">The Carpenter and the Actor</a><br />Book 4 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/the-doctor-and-bad-boy.html">The Doctor and the Bad Boy</a><br />Book 5 - The Paramedic and the Writer<br />Book 6 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/the-barman-seal.html">The Barman and the SEAL</a><br />Book 7 - The Agent and the Model (Coming Soon) <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Book</b></span><br /><br />Paramedic Jamie Llewelyn moves to Ellery to start a new life away from the City. Attached to the hospital and working for his friend Liam Wolfe he's happy—even if he has to keep coming up with excuses to miss the Friday meet ups. He had peace and he could finally make a difference in a community that needed him.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPY9vd5bUqaW9zBx9AqgwRXFhw0rXW53B5SaBYmhfnP9RtZi3_ZaojFIRNpXrdUHDuSwywx0OnkSVMjCegQ0jvlhnZzpeuhG93G50UE9fpYJHqDtBvpBrgyn0OJFnpHrTquVBZE3PIEUs/s1600/64246_434678613281893_1653726542_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPY9vd5bUqaW9zBx9AqgwRXFhw0rXW53B5SaBYmhfnP9RtZi3_ZaojFIRNpXrdUHDuSwywx0OnkSVMjCegQ0jvlhnZzpeuhG93G50UE9fpYJHqDtBvpBrgyn0OJFnpHrTquVBZE3PIEUs/s1600/64246_434678613281893_1653726542_n.jpg" /></a>When he and Max rescue John Doe from a crashed car balanced on the edge of a ravine Jamie didn’t know but his life would never be the same again. John opens his startlingly violet eyes and suddenly Jamie is falling hard. If only John didn’t have a gun and could remember why he’d shot the passenger in the car. Then maybe passion could change into something else. Love.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Buy Links</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=2249" target="_blank">Total E-Bound</a> | <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theparamedicandthewriter-1269885-149.html" target="_blank">All Romance EBooks</a><span style="color: #cccccc;"> <span style="color: black;">|</span> <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00EQANHJ6/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00EQANHJ6&linkCode=as2&tag=rjsc-21" target="_blank">Amazon (UK)</a> <span style="color: black;">|</span> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00EQANHJ6/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00EQANHJ6&linkCode=as2&tag=rjsc-20" target="_blank">Amazon (US)</a> <span style="color: black;">|</span> <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-paramedic-and-the-writer-rj-scott/1116528489?ean=9781781844212" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a> <span style="color: black;">|</span> <a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/the-paramedic-and-the-writer" target="_blank">Kobo</a> <span style="color: black;">| <a href="https://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/scott-rj/the-paramedic-and-the-writer/_/R-400000000000001102608" target="_blank">Sony</a> </span></span><b style="font-size: x-large;"> </b><br /><b style="font-size: x-large;">Reviews</b></div><br /><a href="http://mmgoodbookreviews.wordpress.com/2013/07/27/the-paramedic-and-the-writer-by-r-j-scott/">MM Good Book Reviews 4/5</a> - The development of the Ellery series is continuing and broadening its horizons, we learn how Daniel’s Veteran house is coming along and we have a new development of a homophobic attack in the usually gay friendly Ellery. I can’t wait for the next instalment of these sexy men, what may await us as the Veteran house is opened, and they get their first client in The Barman and the SEAL.<br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Excerpt</b></span><br /><br />Jamie Llewellyn didn’t do early mornings. He had never quite got used to waking up at the ass-crack of dawn for any reason, not even emergencies or early shifts.<br /><br />Unlike Daniel and Max, who thrived on the early mornings and were chatting about a TV room and exchanging sarcastic remarks while stretching, ready to go for a run.<br /><br />"I hate early mornings," Jamie muttered. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously when he caught Max grinning and Daniel reaching into his shorts pocket and handing over a five-dollar bill.<br /><a name="more"></a><br /><br />"You should have known it was the first thing he’d say," Max said. He placed the note in his pocket and zipped it. "You’ll never win."<br /><br />"I thought he would at least say good morning," Daniel groused.<br /><br />"When has he ever done that?" Max crowed.<br /><br />"Guys. I’m right here," Jamie reminded them. "And given both of you fell asleep in your drinks last night at the planning meeting in The Alibi, then you can’t talk. Some of us work well in the morning, some of us normal people at night."<br /><br />Daniel glanced at Max and the two of them began laughing in earnest. Jamie turned his back on them so they didn’t see him smiling along with them. Instead he used the advantage to begin the run and get ahead. Max and Daniel were both really competitive—it didn’t take them long to realise he’d gone and within a minute they had caught up. The three men fell into a companionable rhythm. The direction took them out of the cabins where they had met and into the forest behind. Jamie didn’t need to think about the direction—it was so familiar to him now. Through to the road, over the road, across the bridge, down into Ellery, then back to the cabins with a punishing uphill finish.<br /><br />The time in the forest was more steeplechase than run—jumping fallen trees and small stream beds—and by the time the road was in sight, Jamie was feeling the warmth in his muscles. They crossed the road and made their way to the narrow bridge over the canyon between the two levels of Mercury Peak. Jostling for position, Jamie decided he’d let the other two go first and it was lucky he did. In holding back for those few seconds he glanced over the side of the bridge and saw the car.<br /><br />"Max! Daniel!" He slid to a stop as he shouted. Peering over the edge, he tried to make out what the hell had happened. But it was Max with the experience and Max who suddenly was on point with this.<br /><br />"Hell," he said with an added curse. "Car, off the road." He indicated back to the barrier on the corner. They hadn’t even seen the bent and buckled metal. Max leaned over the bridge and Daniel passed him his cell phone.<br /><br />"Car off the road under the bridge at Mercury Peak," he relayed to emergency services. "Through the barrier. We’ll need shoring… It’s right on the edge. No sign of passengers—"<br /><br />"Wait," Jamie said. He concentrated on the driver side where he thought he’d just seen movement. Then he saw it again. A hand gripping the open window covered in the scarlet of way too much blood. "There’s someone in there." Without conscious thought he was up and over the rail and scrambling down as far as he could get. He was about six feet away when the car slid from him. Only a few inches but it was enough to have him stop absolutely still.<br /><br />"Max, the car’s sliding!" he yelled up.<br /><br />"Stay where you are!" Max shouted. "I’m coming down."<br /><br />Jamie opened his mouth to protest. If the car had moved because of him, then adding Max to the equation was going to have the car falling over the edge. But Max knew what he was doing. Not everyone was like his ex-boyfriend, Zach.<br /><br />Not everyone wanted to put their life at risk, whatever the cost.<br /><br />He watched as Max carefully made his way towards the car. Instead of taking the direct route, as Jamie had, he moved slowly and tested the ground before each inch.<br /><br />"Help…" The word was faint but Jamie was attuned to small voices in difficult situations.<br /><br />"We’re here," he called to the driver. "Help is coming to you. Stay very still."<br /><br />There was no answer. He hoped to hell that meant the guy was still, and not unconscious. He concentrated on locating ingress. The driver’s door looked intact but the entire windshield was gone. Jamie’s inspection tracked the outside of the vehicle, a grey sedan, of which make Jamie couldn’t see. This close it was easy to see someone under the car. Little more than three or four feet away from where he was, Jamie found himself staring into sightless eyes and so much blood and damage that it was clear this guy was dead. His face was a mess, carved and bloody, and his neck looked broken from the unnatural angle of his head.<br /><br />"Passenger through the windshield and wedged under the car," he summarised for Max. The fireman wouldn’t be able to see the body from the side he was approaching the wreck. "He’s dead," he added. Max nodded and carried on to the trunk of a tree that grew at a crazy angle from the side of the peak. It had probably been that which had saved the car from going the whole distance into the ravine itself down the sharp drop. Max finally disappeared from sight and Jamie imagined the large man checking to see how unstable the car was.<br /><br />"Help…" The word was fainter.<br /><br />God, Jamie wanted to move. Every fibre of him needed to check the driver out, but he couldn’t—years of training and he was still like a statue until he got the all-clear. Finally, Max crawled back up.<br /><br />"We’re okay. It’s steady for now," he said, "but wait. I’m coming to you. I need to counter some of the weight."<br /><br />Max steadied himself by digging his feet into the mud and pushing back, then he gripped the underside of the car hard. He looked over at Jamie and nodded. They didn’t discuss what they were doing. Max was doing his thing, and Jamie hadn’t hesitated to climb down to help with injuries. It was what they did.<br /><br />"Help’s coming," Max said. In the distance Jamie could hear sirens. There would be lifting equipment, but who knew how hurt the guy in the car was? Time was a luxury they couldn’t afford. He slowly slid forward until finally he was right by the car. The driver’s door opened easily and Jamie got a clear look at the driver. One hell of a lot of blood, but he was still in his seatbelt.<br /><br />"Can you tell me your name?" Jamie asked as a matter of habit. Asking a name gave a first responder a level to work with. Was the patient aware?<br /><br />The man muttered something that sounded like ‘no’, but Jamie couldn’t make it out.<br /><br />"Where does it hurt, sir?" he asked quickly. He needed to get a feel for whether the guy was able to talk coherently.<br /><br />"O-o-over…" the man stuttered. "All…"<br /><br />Jamie got himself a better foothold and leaned in to check his pulse. He couldn’t see the main wound that had caused all this blood and considered that maybe it was from the dead passenger. Then when the driver shifted it became obvious—a slice out of his thigh, and he was losing too much of the red stuff.<br /><br />"He’s bleeding," Jamie called urgently. As he said it, the car shifted another inch and the metal groaned.<br /><br />Max cursed. "Pull him out."<br /><br />Jamie reached in and checked that there was nothing trapping the man’s legs. "What’s your name, sir? Can you hear me? We need to get you out of here." Jamie could smell petrol and knew that they had to get away.<br /><br />"Jus’…leg…" the victim said. He opened his eyes and stared right at Jamie with a gaze so deep blue it was near violet. Shakily, the injured man reached for the belt. "Help…" he said. His voice was raw. "Out." His hand slipped and Jamie caught it and instead assisted him to release the belt. Under his own steam, the driver moved towards Jamie who cautiously helped him free. The car shifted a little and he could hear Max cursing up a storm. With a final tug the victim was clear and lying half on Jamie. Something hard was between them and when Jamie shifted a little he could see a gun gripped in the driver’s hand.<br /><br />"Clear," Jamie called. Max must have let go as a ton of Toyota teetered for a second then crashed in three loud bangs down to the river at the bottom of the two-hundred-foot ravine. Jamie pulled the gun out of a loose grip and tossed it to where Max was, then held his patient tight. He realised immediately that they were sliding as the car had torn away mud and grass. Max grabbed them both and dug into the mud to stop the slide. Jamie cast a grateful look his way then focused entirely on John Doe. He rolled him off as soon as it was safe and realised he had an unconscious survivor in his hands.<br /><br />"He’s still bleeding," Jamie summarised. He ripped off his running top and pressed it on the open wound.<br /><br />"Take his weight, they’re sending down a gurney," Max said quickly. Jamie nodded and did as he was instructed.<br /><br />Max assisted the guys at the top with getting John Doe on the lifting apparatus and suddenly it was just Jamie and Max left alone.<br /><br />Jamie knew the guy would be whisked away. St Martin’s Hospital in Ellery could probably handle it.<br /><br />"Your turn," Max instructed. Jamie blanched as he saw the rope and the harness. He hated the feeling of those things. Stoically he allowed Max to truss him up and winced as the harness dug into him. Then before he knew it he was dangling from the bridge with the ground out from under him. Don’t look down. He looked down. The base of the ravine seemed way further than two hundred feet and he could see the mangled heap of car—he couldn’t see the body of the dead man, though. Max and the rest of the crew would have to take the old road that wound its way to the base to retrieve both man and car.<br /><br />Jamie gave a situation report as soon as he had his feet on the ground. They unbuckled him and he saw Finn and Daniel waiting to one side.<br /><br />"He’s fine," Jamie reported to Finn who immediately relaxed. It had to be hard having a boyfriend who was a first responder when you were one yourself and knew exactly what could happen. "He’s bringing up a gun that the driver was holding onto. Freaking Hercules held the car on the tree. Just to warn you, though, he’s cut his hands up."<br /><br />Finn frowned. Jamie could see the indecision in Finn’s face. As a lover he wanted to run over and see what injuries Max had. As a cop on scene, and with the chief also being here, he had to show restraint.<br /><br />"Talk to me," Chief Mayfield said to Jamie brusquely.<br /><br />"Two occupants in the car, sir. The driver, belted, alive, bleeding from a leg wound, contusions to the head and neck. Passenger, crushed under the car, pretty messy, looks like he went through the windscreen. He’s deceased on scene and at the bottom of the ravine with the car."<br /><br />"Did you get an ID on the driver?"<br /><br />"No names," Jamie reported. "I didn’t check for ID."<br /><br />Max clambered back over the bridge and looked in the assembled group for Finn immediately. They exchanged nods and Finn looked relieved.<br /><br />"Max, we have a full contingent of volunteers and the heavy lifting equipment cover from the city. You get your hands looked at."<br /><br />"There’s nothing wrong with my hands," Max defended. He closed them into loose fists. No one could fail to see the wince as he did this. "I’d like to be part of the team recovering the vehicle."<br /><br />Mayfield shook his head. Pointing at Max’s hands was enough to make it very clear Max was heading to have them looked at first. "Jamie already told us what you did and the extent of injuries," he said.<br /><br />Max frowned at Jamie. He didn’t debate the point but no one could fail to see the disappointment on Max’s face. Jamie felt for the big guy. He knew what it felt like. When you were first on a scene you wanted to follow the entire situation to the end. Get closure. Jamie understood that, but it was also his responsibility to make sure any injuries were covered. Sometimes you had to accept the hand you’d been dealt and not argue.<br /><br />"Sorry," he mouthed at Max. To Jamie’s relief Max shook his head and smiled.<br /><br />"Not your fault," he mouthed back.<br /><br />Finn huffed. "I’ll take you back to town." Finn began to walk to his car and Jamie followed with Max reluctantly trailing them. "Idiot wanted to stay. There could be tendon damage. Stubborn ass," Finn said under his breath to Jamie as they neared the car. Jamie felt uncomfortable being shown this glimpse into Finn and Max’s relationship.<br /><br />"I’ve seen worse," Jamie said. Finn glared back at him and Jamie ran his finger and thumb over his lips, pretending he was zipping them. When Max reached the car, he was clearly high on the adrenaline of the situation and he reached for Finn before dropping his hands. Finn was worried, Max was high. Finn was tense, Max grew quiet.<br /><br />Jamie didn’t want to be in the middle of that heated debate when it happened. Max should get his injuries treated, but at the same time Finn would not have wanted to be shipped off to hospital if he felt he had a job to do.<br /><br />The tension in the car was thick, and Jamie was pleased when they reached St Martin’s. He got out as quickly as he could and left Finn and Max to themselves in the quiet and private car park. He didn’t want to witness anything that the guys wouldn’t want him to see. An argument, stress or kissing—all of that was private.<br /><br />He glanced back to see Finn cradling Max’s hands and staring at his lover with an incredible look of tenderness on his face, before raising the hands to his lips and kissing each one.<br /><br />Jamie pushed aside the envy at such an easy gesture. Zach had never shown anything like affection, on or off the job. At times like this, Jamie could only imagine what it was like to be in love.<br /><br />Twenty-seven and his experience with proper, healthy relationships was limited. And no, Zach didn’t count. When he thought about it, he’d never really been in love<br /><br /></div>

The Paramedic and the Writer

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RJ Scott - New releases 23 August

<table border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="10" style="width: 100%;"><tbody><tr><td valign="top"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HKQCEWZMIUS0-5pQAkpu7LauAq4barLv2pHm1Fdg5Z6N1kiT2saZdOKi6bZDm4TZMEO2kojUujCl32qZzQNyIMuIvfC5nPVoZzODf_mEa64bl3S_7YrONCTRRkNlfDFyzqAx8P2lGzI/s1600/Chase-the-Sun-600x900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HKQCEWZMIUS0-5pQAkpu7LauAq4barLv2pHm1Fdg5Z6N1kiT2saZdOKi6bZDm4TZMEO2kojUujCl32qZzQNyIMuIvfC5nPVoZzODf_mEa64bl3S_7YrONCTRRkNlfDFyzqAx8P2lGzI/s320/Chase-the-Sun-600x900.jpg" width="213" /></a></div></td><td valign="top"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Chase The Sun </span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">(Sapphire Cay 3) written with Meredith Russell</span><br /><br /></b>Out from <b>Love Lane Books</b><br /><br /><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/chase-sun-sapphire-cay-3.html" target="_blank"><b>More information & Buy Links >></b></a><br /><br />In Chase the Sun, Scott Antonelli is about to get the shock of his life. Six years ago, Adam Ross broke his heart and it was the trigger that set Scott off travelling around the world. For the last few years he has worked at Sapphire Cay with Dylan. On a simple supply run to Marsh Harbour, he is left reeling, as he comes face to face with his first love. Can he trust Adam this time round?<br /><br />Adam Ross was an idiot. Looking for quick and easy cash, he got himself mixed up in the wrong crowd and paid the price - three years in prison and he lost the one person who had ever meant anything to him - Scott. Adam has done his best, tried to turn his life around and is in the Bahamas looking for a second chance. Finding Scott was the easy part. Getting him to trust him again, could be harder than he ever imagined.</td></tr><tr><td valign="top"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9y7aZCoAgoJSsMHwCzAO2pLVBS8AqZTJlHsVhR2Ycz_zb0Z4ZgCn1a-MGjuUbqy72dTqIijo9J_jCaH0CSruas2VJUDwVkz6eE1bn4l9c6Y2GeVfqhQrqsAb-TxowutkV1nUfNWKvE_M/s1600/ellery5_paramedic_writer_800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9y7aZCoAgoJSsMHwCzAO2pLVBS8AqZTJlHsVhR2Ycz_zb0Z4ZgCn1a-MGjuUbqy72dTqIijo9J_jCaH0CSruas2VJUDwVkz6eE1bn4l9c6Y2GeVfqhQrqsAb-TxowutkV1nUfNWKvE_M/s320/ellery5_paramedic_writer_800.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></td><td valign="top"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>The Paramedic and the Writer </b></span><br /><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">(Book Five in the Ellery Mountain series)</span><br /><br /></b>Available at TEB and third parties.<br /><br /><b><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/ParamedicWriter.html" target="_blank">More information and Buy Links >></a></b><br /><br />Paramedic Jamie Llewellyn rescues accused murderer John Doe from a crash and his life will never be the same again.<br /><br />Paramedic Jamie Llewellyn moves to Ellery to start a new life away from the city. He’s happy being attached to the hospital and working for his friend Liam Wolfe—even if he has to keep coming up with excuses to miss the Friday meet-ups. He has peace and he can finally make a difference in a community that needs him.<br /><br />When he and Max rescue a John Doe from a crashed car balanced on the edge of a ravine, John opens his startling violet eyes and suddenly Jamie is falling hard. If only John didn’t have a gun and could remember why he’d shot the passenger in the car. Then maybe passion could change into something else…Love.</td></tr><tr><td valign="top"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0Wkt9PACc1h0XUpojq5vcUTZ74ozRYjil9V2T7ZTz-OfDt88mlAAk0NSqNDTa3xpzF5vIQZrpfFGkHd2_qaNhcCZ1SnL4PK0OzPopXVjKkmjX-Czeb7sA5mDYzPfZjphSLDgf-_mTdQ/s1600/thecaseofthedragonsdilemma_800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0Wkt9PACc1h0XUpojq5vcUTZ74ozRYjil9V2T7ZTz-OfDt88mlAAk0NSqNDTa3xpzF5vIQZrpfFGkHd2_qaNhcCZ1SnL4PK0OzPopXVjKkmjX-Czeb7sA5mDYzPfZjphSLDgf-_mTdQ/s320/thecaseofthedragonsdilemma_800.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></td><td valign="top"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>The Case Of The Dragon's Dilemma </b></span><br /><b>(End Street 3) written with Amber Kell<br /><br /></b>Available to buy and read from Total E-Bound<br /><br /><b><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/06/the-case-of-dragons-dilemma.html" target="_blank">More information & Buy Links >></a></b><br /><br />Dragons, battles, a deal Sam may come to regret, and a Siren attack, leave Sam and Bob in danger, and Mikhail finding a mate.<br />Bob and Sam take their kind-of-adopted-now vampire daughter, Mal to look round new schools.<br /><br />Mikhail is left to babysit the last remaining rescued child whilst they are away. When Sirens appear to steal her away he is left facing the attack alone until a mysterious hero comes to his aid.<br /><br />Ryujin, or Jin to his friends, is a dragon shifter and his role as Captain of the Dragon Guard puts him in direct conflict with Mikhail. The minute he sees Mikhail he knows what he wants. Now if he can only get Mikhail to see the same.</td></tr></tbody></table>

RJ Scott - New releases 23 August

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Friday Interview - Kay Berrisford

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7L0R8_TewezCn3LRPw_rcLTvs1YgaE-WD2Hj_JZv5MNJ41QYQqP-Hyj7THky3n3AK4tMq734OsBgwQNWSOBLhDkahji2j_G-PM5cpNr1DJWH3fcVALOs5skqfkwTO5_CIZZc5ntaYpA/s1600/KB_LordForest_coverlg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7L0R8_TewezCn3LRPw_rcLTvs1YgaE-WD2Hj_JZv5MNJ41QYQqP-Hyj7THky3n3AK4tMq734OsBgwQNWSOBLhDkahji2j_G-PM5cpNr1DJWH3fcVALOs5skqfkwTO5_CIZZc5ntaYpA/s1600/KB_LordForest_coverlg.jpg" /></a></div>Hi RJ! Thanks for inviting me along. So excited to be here!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>How do you manage to come up with such detailed backgrounds, not just the characters, but the worlds too?</b><br /><br /><div>I love world building. It’s probably my favourite part of writing. Though most of my stories are set in our world—either in the present or in the past—all of them have some kind of fantasy and paranormal elements, so I often spend way too long imagining the exact cultures that my characters live in before I start writing. I make notes, pass ages daydreaming, and even draw maps and design castles. Yeah, I’m a bit of a nerd!<br /><br />It’s not all about make-believe. One of the challenges when you’re heading off into magical realms is “keeping it real”, as it were, rendering these places and the characters who live there believable. I often draw on pre-existing myths and legends, and it’s important to get these things right, as well as paying attention to the accuracy of historical settings. <a href="http://kayberrisford.com/lord-of-the-forest/">Lord of the Forest</a>, <a href="http://kayberrisford.com/bound-to-the-beast/">Bound to the Beast</a>, and <a href="http://kayberrisford.com/2011/04/10/about-bound-to-the-forest/">Bound for the Forest</a>, are my three standalone m/m romances, interlinked by my fantasy version of the English Greenwood, in which all are set. The main characters include some familiar names. <a href="http://kayberrisford.com/bound-to-the-beast/">Bound to the Beast</a> (and the sequel, Locking Horns) is my take on the story of Herne the Hunter, and <a href="http://kayberrisford.com/lord-of-the-forest/">Lord of the Forest</a> is my version of the Robin Hood legend.<br /><a name="more"></a><br /><br />Wading through eight hundred years of history to decide where my Robin would fit in was a challenge. Every generation has rewritten his story in different ways. He’s been a common woodsman, an earl in disguise, a returned crusader, and many other incarnations—Disney made him a fox! In the end, his enduring fame informed his character in my book. I decided to pick up Robin’s story after he’s been living the outlaws’ life, robbing from the rich and giving to the poor, for well over a decade. He still feels young, but the responsibilities are taking their toll. Though he’s lain with members of his band (hey, this is an m/m Robin Hood, right?) he’s never found true love. He longs for a family of his own, something he believes he can’t have, and has taken to roaming the country as a loan warrior. But he’s a hunted man and can’t escape his legend—seems celebrity could be a pain, even in 1217! Then the evil sheriff turns up, Robin falls for a royal spy, and the fun really begins…<br /><br />If you’d like to find out more about my mad love of world building, check out my A to Z of the Greenwood universe: <a href="http://kayberrisford.com/the-greenwood-series-everything-you-need-to-know/">http://kayberrisford.com/the-greenwood-series-everything-you-need-to-know/</a><br /><br /><b>What do YOU like to read? How do you find satisfying reading stuff, when you have whole worlds in your head? Do you read completely different genres, or do you read m/m? And can you even do that without thinking at some point that you could do better?</b><br /><br />I love reading all kinds of romance, including m/m, as well as fantasy series, and enormous historical epics thick enough to commit murder with. I hope I’ll never be dissatisfied with the majority of my reading—indeed, my policy is to enjoy, admire, and learn from the best, including great m/m romance writers like RJ, and epic world builders like G.R.R. Martin. Occasionally, I read a fantasy or a historical and find the background is rather lightly sketched. However, I do appreciate why some writers choose that path, to keep the spotlight tight on character.<br /><br />Character development is important to me when I read. I am always curious whether characters are based on people the author knows and research, or if they are based are pure fiction?<br /><br />For me, it’s a bit of both. I often bring in elements from people I know—usually not those closest to me, but nobody’s quite safe. If you’ve got an interesting character trait, you might find it nabbed for my next book. Watch out! I’ve also written a fair bit of fanfic in my time, and have to admit to writing one or two characters inspired by folk from my favorite TV shows and films. Research is important too, particularly for historical characters. <br /><br />However, whatever the character’s starting point, I always find they take on a life of their own and become absolutely themselves as their story develops. It’s such an organic process, sometimes I can’t control ’em by the end, but that’s the fun of it, I guess!<br /><br />Thanks for letting me drop by, RJ! And sorry for waffling on (it’s something I tend to do!!!)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Lord of the Forest (The Greenwood) GLBT fantasy. Published by Loose Id.<br /><br /><b>Blurb </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><i>England, 1217. Dark forces are rising. In the Greenwood, foul spirits grow powerful, and greedy barons plunder the lands. Only one man dares fight back—Robin Hood.</i></div><div><i><br />Robin’s band of brothers is broken. Now a lone warrior, he denies his famous name and laments the friends and lovers he’s lost. When the fair folk capture Cal, a beautiful young forester descended from the Greenwood’s ancient protectors, Robin rescues him and forges a new alliance.<br /><br />Despite a sizzling attraction, Robin senses Cal isn’t like his old comrades, and he’s right. Cal’s been raised as a royal spy. He plans to seduce and betray Robin, but can’t harm the man he’s falling hard for. Mistrust and arguments spill into passionate lovemaking, as Cal learns the meaning of loyalty, fighting beside Robin, the only friend he’s ever known. Even the enchanted forest seeks to bind Robin and the returned protector ever tighter.<br /><br />Their connection will be tested by nature’s wildest forces, Robin’s past, Cal’s lies, and in a baron’s darkest dungeon. To survive, Robin and Cal must admit their love and embrace their true destinies. Only then can they save England and each other—and win their happiness ever after.</i><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>Reviews</b><br /><br />“Fantastic sex scenes convey the depth of emotion that the two share. I highly recommend this engaging read as well as the other books in the Greenwood series. Great writing, smoldering sex and a different kind of love story awaits in each book.” – <b>EMMA, NIGHT OWL REVIEWS. </b><br /><br />“The writing is as lush as the forests our characters find themselves in and despite there being elementals, spirits and fairies, everything seemed so real. With descriptions so vivid you could almost imagine yourself there among the Greenwood yourself. The writing is very lyrical, almost like poetry… The love scenes between Robin and Cal are scorching hot, but as well as the physical connection, there is also the emotional one between them… The book is wonderful and I don’t really know what else to say about it except – go, read and enjoy!” – <b>ANNETTE GISBY, ZIPPER RIPPERS.</b><br /><br />“There is danger and treachery and even a little bit of heartbreak before an ending that effectively resolved the demands of the Greenwood that the protector bloodline must endure. It is an alchemy that only the Fae could perpetuate; it challenges the imagination, and it also left me wondering if (read: hoping) the author might consider a sequel to the adventure.” – <b>LISA, THE NOVEL APPROACH. </b><br /><br />“We are pulled into a wonderful new story that combines fantasy with history, myths with facts, and legends with historical figures, combining everything together to give us a new spectacular Greenwood story… I will recommend this story to those that love history mixed with their fantasy, who love folklore and legends, hot sex and a happily ever after.” <b>PIXIE, MM GOOD BOOK REVIEWS. </b></div><div><br />“This smoothly written story celebrates the erotic and supernatural adventures of Robin Hood within a perilous forest… a fun way to spend an afternoon. Recommended.” - <b>VAL KOVALIN, JESSEWAVE REVIEWS. </b><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><br /><b>Excerpt</b> <br /><br />“We’ve lost them.” Looking up, Cal pinched his bottom lip between his teeth. “You trust me now?”<br /><br />Robin’s chest squeezed. The forester still wore the garb of the enemy, albeit torn to shreds, yet all men made mistakes. Robin had erred in his time, and so had his friends. He always forgave them.<br /><br />A single line creased Cal’s brow, his gaze sharpened with hope. Their bodies pressed close, and Robin’s blood jumped and heated.<br /><br />“I do,” he said. “I’m sorry I doubted you before.”</div><div>“It’s all right.” Cal’s sweet smile melted him. “I wouldn’t have trusted me either, but now you know my choice. I’m your man, not Odo’s, not anyone else’s.”<br /><br />Robin cupped the nape of Cal’s neck and pulled the lad down into the kiss he’d burned for.<br /><br />Their lips met, hard and wet, and flames scorched between them. Robin sprang to full arousal so fast the briar patch seemed to quake. The scent of crushed ivy dabbed at his senses but couldn’t subdue the taste of Cal. Thirsting for more, he parted his lips and swirled his tongue about Cal’s, kneading the stubbled line of the lad’s jaw with his thumbs. Hugging Robin tight, Cal worked the kiss with his entire being, moaning down Robin’s throat, mouth and body flexing. Intertwined, they rolled over and grappled till the need to breathe forced them to break a kiss that might have otherwise lingered till nightfall.<br /><br />“So this is how it always was…with your friends?” asked Cal, gasping.<br /><br />An act of comradeship, of brothers in deed and body, the thrill of adventure surging in their veins.<br /><br />Robin could only nod as they bumped and ground together, every press more insistent and charged. Cal’s knee skirted Robin’s hip, and he jammed his rod of an erection flush against Robin’s thigh. Robin rutted against him, friction mounting.<br /><br />Yes, this was how it had been with his friends. Or was it? Mayhap because his bond with Cal remained as delicate as a spring bud, he needed more than to frisk and spill his seed. He wanted to give everything he had, and he needed more back, but why and what? Oh Goddess, who knew?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Lord of the Forest (The Greenwood) is OUT NOW, published by Loose Id. The first two Greenwood novels (Bound for the Forest and Bound to the Beast) are also available from the below retailers. The series can be read in any order. For more info, please visit <a href="http://kayberrisford.com/">http://kayberrisford.com</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">All titles available from <b>Loose Id</b>: http://www.loose-id.com/authors/g-k/kay-berrisford.html</div><b></b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><b>Amazon</b>: http://www.amazon.com/Kay-Berrisford/e/B006JLQ4L8/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1</b></div><b></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>All Romance</b>: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Kay+Berrisford</div>

Friday Interview - Kay Berrisford

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The Fireman And The Cop

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZyUkecVdcgupRH9EHxpxNyHcduw6jHKbt3Hazeh3X5gYV5SnRwaSOqxWM0FLLydC9ztg4jVg6F0donIRZ_gpPakHmgb5Yb0hxOWEF4X9zzRBTF8kAufsl08rkR_ftk6n8dI20xldww/s1600/TheFiremanAndTheCop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZyUkecVdcgupRH9EHxpxNyHcduw6jHKbt3Hazeh3X5gYV5SnRwaSOqxWM0FLLydC9ztg4jVg6F0donIRZ_gpPakHmgb5Yb0hxOWEF4X9zzRBTF8kAufsl08rkR_ftk6n8dI20xldww/s640/TheFiremanAndTheCop.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ellery Mountain Series</b></span><br /><br />Book 1 - <b>The Fireman and the Cop</b><br />Book 2 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/the-school-teacher-and-soldier.html">The Teacher and the Soldier</a><br />Book 3 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/the-carpenter-and-actor.html">The Carpenter and the Actor</a><br />Book 4 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/the-doctor-and-bad-boy.html">The Doctor and the Bad Boy</a><br />Book 5 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/ParamedicWriter.html">The Paramedic and the Writer</a><br />Book 6 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/the-barman-seal.html">The Barman and the SEAL</a><br />Book 7 - The Agent and the Model (Coming Soon) <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Book</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Rescuing cop Finn Ryan from a burning precinct was easy; it's keeping him alive after that which fireman Max Harrison finds difficult.</i> </div><br />Ellery is a quiet town in the Smoky Mountains, at the base of Ellery Peak, and nothing ever happens. Max is escaping from his firefighting job in the city to take up a role as assistant to the Mayor whilst also holding the position of a volunteer fire fighter.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finn Ryan is one of only three cops in the small town and it soon seems to Max that someone is out to hurt the sexy cop. Rescuing Finn from a burning precinct was the easy part; it's keeping him alive after that which fireman Max Harrison finds difficult.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Buy Links</b></span><br /><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1979">Total e-Bound</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00BEJ16GI/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00BEJ16GI&linkCode=as2&tag=rjsc-20" target="_blank">Amazon (US)</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00BEJ16GI/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00BEJ16GI&linkCode=as2&tag=rjsc-21" target="_blank">Amazon (UK)</a> | <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thefiremanandthecop-1057379-145.html">All Romance</a> | <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-fireman-and-the-cop-r-j-scott/1114699614?ean=9781781842171">Barnes & Noble</a> | <a href="http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/The-Fireman-and-The-Cop/book-dRg43m5Lfk-Y3xlpASjPUw/page1.html?s=ip7mq9rKlUWrEV0m6dnkyg&r=1">Kobo</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;">Reviews</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><b><a href="http://www.darkdivasreviews.com/?p=9356">Dark Divas Reviews</a> - 4.5/5: </b>I fell in love with Matt and Finn as I read the story. Their personalities meshed so well and the humor and wit written into their characters was frank and thorough. Ms. Scott allowed for each man to personally develop as the story unfolded and their lives became our own. <br /><br /><b><a href="http://sinfullysexybooks.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/the-fireman-and-cop-ellery-mountain-1.html?zx=685bf9d191a0c95d">Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews</a> - 4/5: </b>The romance and the investigation I felt were perfectly woven together and RJ Scott had me engrossed and unable to put the book down until it was finished…<br /><br /><b><a href="http://sensualreads.com/?p=12363">Sensual Reads</a> - 4/5:</b> R.J. Scott has penned a very exciting tale with The Fireman and the Cop. Hot love, exciting action with an intriguing plot all set in the beautiful Smoky Mountains makes The Fireman and the Cop by R.J. Scott a winner.<br /><div><br /><a name="more"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Rn6WPpnK8Cg8A68mXvGPzXKzdvvGdMLeJPXo5WP2_7Oe7-mtcIC8DPx0Ktk-zmjdMnj0mQDdXXTCKQeKrZp89MgNkVslA65cZTQGGfZS0H6Jn7jUm8ETM7KQ-tloHVY3CopstyGaOw/s1600/rjscott_facebook_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Rn6WPpnK8Cg8A68mXvGPzXKzdvvGdMLeJPXo5WP2_7Oe7-mtcIC8DPx0Ktk-zmjdMnj0mQDdXXTCKQeKrZp89MgNkVslA65cZTQGGfZS0H6Jn7jUm8ETM7KQ-tloHVY3CopstyGaOw/s1600/rjscott_facebook_cover.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">Excerpt </span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div>"Ready for your first fire, probie?"<br /><br />Max Harrison sent the chief a narrow-eyed look and said nothing. He was focused on the call and they were only two minutes out. Parts of him wished to hell Chief Quinn would quit with the ‘probie’ shit. At thirty-two and with ten years of city fireman experience, he hadn’t been the new guy for a long while in the true sense of the word. He dismissed it most of the time as gentle teasing—in a small place like Ellery, with a fire team staffed by volunteers, he was the last one in. Unless someone else joined the half-permanent, half-volunteer fire team then he would always be the probie, just by virtue of the fact no one had joined after him.<br /><br />At least there was no malice or hate in Quinn’s ribbing, which was very different to what he had received back in the city. Didn’t matter that the whole crap about who he was or wasn’t dating had been dealt with, he couldn’t force himself to stay somewhere that his sexual identity was deemed a threat to the shift. Assholes.<br /><br />"The precinct is an old place and burning high," Duncan reported from the driver’s seat. They weren’t bothering with sirens, it was ass o’clock in the a.m. and there was little traffic on these windy back roads even in the daylight. "Fire inspections were cleared but I know for a fact no sprinklers." Duncan turned the heavy engine past the last turn, and finally downtown Ellery—if it could be called downtown—came into sight.<br /><br />A prickle of excitement started at the base of Max’s neck as adrenaline began to pump through his body. The glow of the fire could be seen over the mayor’s hall and beyond to where he knew the precinct was. He’d started work at the mayor’s office only yesterday. Immediately the rig stopped in front of the burning building, he was off and assessing what they had.<br /><br />Quinn was feeding instructions to the crew, but this was clearly a fire well past being contained. Turning in a rough one-eighty, Finn assessed the exposure issue. The precinct was part of an older area of town. A jumble of gift shops, a couple of restaurants and the mayor’s building. Luckily, the precinct itself—little more than a large two-storey building—was separated from other structures close by with fifty feet to spare. The only endangered structures that could be subsequently damaged by the initial fire travelling to them were first on the list to hose down.<br /><br />Like a well-oiled team the volunteer fighters stood next to the full-timers and began their work. A man fell out of the fire-ringed main door and onto his knees in front of Max. He stumbled about, dishevelled and coughing.<br /><br />Max was there in an instant, manhandling the guy away from danger, and guiding him to the paramedics who had arrived a few seconds after the engine.<br /><br />"Someone…" A coughing fit overtook the man. "Inside," he finished when he could get his breath. He was pointing back the way he had come out.<br /><br />Max stiffened. Someone was still inside? He focused on the chaos around him and on shouting.<br /><br />"Finn’s still in there," someone yelled. A tall man being held back by a group of onlookers was struggling to get free.<br /><br />No way was a freaking civilian getting anywhere near this scene and Max didn’t even think before crossing to the struggling men.<br /><br />"Where?" he snapped.<br /><br />The guy blinked but didn’t falter. "Straight in. To the back and left rear. The lockup. He went in to get Mike."<br /><br />"That’s Mike?" Max asked, pointing to the old man who had just walked out of the fire.<br /><br />"Yes."<br /><br />"Okay. Going in," Max confirmed into his mic.<br /><br />Quinn spun on his heel at the words to face Max and Max could see his chief’s expression of ‘what the fuck’ coupled with resignation. With a quick wave and no more thought than focusing on the job, Max ensured his face mask was secure and ran straight into the red and orange through the only space he had assessed as suitable ingress. The small area formed from an iron beam holding up the remains of the ceiling in the reception area.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div>

The Fireman And The Cop

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Meredith Russell - William's Heart

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgaq2AyFXwuIsq6ZUrp75KjeR7YJNROo5TolUxBq4k61JkOOitbWb7eVEKe4RH89nxuDEC4Bw95vjo7CXUUNLr6Zl4mlkGpolFn47FSbeUEX9DeTzf-f7Dd_hDGSCBJSSaPUOWZZyTyYM/s1600/William's+Heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgaq2AyFXwuIsq6ZUrp75KjeR7YJNROo5TolUxBq4k61JkOOitbWb7eVEKe4RH89nxuDEC4Bw95vjo7CXUUNLr6Zl4mlkGpolFn47FSbeUEX9DeTzf-f7Dd_hDGSCBJSSaPUOWZZyTyYM/s400/William's+Heart.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>Love Lane Books is proud to be the publisher for Meredith Russell's short story William's Heart.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>The Book</strong></span><br /><br /><strong>William's Heart by Meredith Russell (LLMR001)</strong><br /><br />Jude is confident, happy, and views his world through the lens of a camera.<br /><br />Brody is a writer, haunted and searching for inspiration in Stratford-upon-Avon. <br /><br />In Jude, Brody finds something his heart longed for—strength, acceptance, and the love and warmth of a man.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Buy Links</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="http://lovelanebooks.co.uk/" target="_blank">Love Lane Books</a> | <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-william039sheart-1269366-149.html" target="_blank">All Romance E Books</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00EMJP9RE/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00EMJP9RE&linkCode=as2&tag=rjsc-21" target="_blank">Amazon (UK)</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00EMJP9RE/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00EMJP9RE&linkCode=as2&tag=rjsc-20" target="_blank">Amazon (US)</a><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Excerpt </strong></span><br /><br /><strong>Chapter 1</strong><br /><br />"Nana, come and see!" The young child tugged at the sleeve of her grandmother's coat and shifted impatiently from one foot to the other. She waved toward the river, excited to see two large swans standing at the water's edge. One of the swans stood to its full height and spread its wings out wide. The elegant bird let out a throaty noise as it flapped its wings, causing a plume of soft, white feathers to fall away and float to the ground.<br /><br />Jude Jennings pointed his Nikon camera at the girl and digitally captured the moment. The young girl was wide-eyed in awe of the oversized birds, and he admired her innocent fascination. Briefly, he dipped the camera and smiled. The world was a magical place when viewed through the eyes of a child.<br /><a name="more"></a><br /><br />Looking through the viewer, he slowly adjusted the focus and zoomed in so her face filled the shot. He guessed she was maybe three or four years old as she was out in the middle of a school day. Short blonde curls hung from beneath her pink sunhat and framed her face. Her blue eyes were bright as she laughed excitedly. She was a sweet little thing.<br /><br />Taking the shot, Jude lowered his camera and looked down at the screen. He took a moment to examine the half-dozen images of the swans, the girl, and her grandmother. The mid-April sunshine provided unique lighting and the warmth of the day radiated from the people within the pictures. April was a strange month for weather and lighting. It was unpredictable at best. In a single month the UK had seen snow, rain, and sunshine. He looked around the park he was sitting in. Today was a brilliant, almost summer-like day, and the weather had brought out an eclectic mix of people.<br /><br />Both locals and visitors filled the large open space adjacent to the River Avon. Scanning the river bank, he tried to guess a little about his subjects. On the grass, lying on two huge blankets was a group of five scantily-dressed teenagers. He figured, like him, they were from the college. Two of the girls in the group were making notes from an oversized textbook, a third was trying to angle an electronic tablet to read in the sunlight, and the two guys they were with seemed far more interested in getting themselves a tan.<br /><br />There were teenagers in school uniforms playing football, an elderly couple walking hand-in-hand through the park, each seasoned line on their faces creasing as they stopped and smiled at each other before sharing a kiss.<br /><br />Jude then spotted a solitary man on a park bench staring out across the water. Against the backdrop of greenery and the reflective surface of the water, the image was stunning. Jude raised his camera and zoomed in, watching the man and grabbing a few shots.<br /><br />There was a quiet stillness about the way he was just sitting there, staring across the water with clear, green eyes. He was stunning. An open journal lay across his lap. A pen was in his hand, though he didn't seem to be writing anything. He seemed lost, deep in thought, and surrounded by an air of sadness that made Jude's heart ache for him. What was the guy looking at?<br /><br />Moving the camera, he focused on the building on the opposite side of the river—the theatre. Jude stared at the theatre thoughtfully. He saw no beauty in the orange brick and metal building. Slowly, he turned to gaze at the man sitting on the bench. He tried to imagine what it was the guy saw that he couldn't. People were inspired by different things, and Jude was most inspired by the people who filled his world. There was so much colour and so many different characters and emotions. He marvelled how a single still image could convey so much. Sometimes it was overwhelming.<br /><br />Adjusting the focus, he snapped a series of images, the last of which left him flustered and hurriedly looking away, as inquisitive, green eyes stared directly down the lens. Did the guy see him? Embarrassed, Jude desperately tried to find something, anything, to look at instead.<br /><br />At the start of his course his tutor had issued a sheet on the legal stuff about taking photos in public places. So long as he wasn't getting in people's faces, harassing them, peering in bedroom windows, or using images for dodgy stuff, then they were all fair game. He started flicking through the sheets of paper and jotters he carried with him. The sheet was somewhere in one of his bags, he was sure of it.<br /><br />Just as quickly as he began his search, he stopped, suddenly aware of the shadow that had fallen over him. Someone was behind him. Shit. Hesitantly, with his hand still inside the first of his bags, he looked over his shoulder at a pair of black trainers, protruding from frayed, wide-legged dark jeans. Damn.<br /><br />Grabbing his things, he quickly scrambled to his feet. "Hi," Jude managed as he juggled his belongings in his arms.<br /><br />Finding a balance, he clutched his bags and camera to his chest and looked apologetically at the guy. "I go to the college." His pathetic attempt at an explanation was met with a raised eyebrow.<br /><br />"I mean I'm a student. I take photos." He was messing this up.<br /><br />Clearing his throat, he awkwardly stuck out his hand from beneath his things. "My name is Jude Jennings and I'm a photography student." There, that was better. "I'm sorry if you felt like I was…" What was the word? "invading your privacy. You see, it's a public place and it means I can take photos here. Of the people, too. Like the students over there or that little girl." He pointed from the half-dressed students to the blonde girl who, at that particular moment, had lifted up her pretty, pink floral dress and was flashing her knickers. Perfect. "But not in a bad way." He was rambling. "No. I'm not a pervert or anything." He waved a hand in the air, before giving up.<br /><br />He realised the guy's expression had changed from curious to completely amazed. He must sound like a complete prat.<br /><br />"Please don't hit me," he added.<br /><br />To Jude's surprise the guy started laughing, and it was a full-on, proper laugh. Jude searched the park for the best exit should this guy turn out to be a complete nut-job. Jude eyed the guy curiously. He was maybe six-foot, blond hair, green eyes, a little older than Jude himself, maybe late-twenties, kind of perfect if someone happened to like that kind of thing. Jude shifted his weight. He did like that kind of thing. He liked his men tall and pretty. He flinched as the guy roughly took his hand.<br /><br />"The name's Brody. Brody Phillips," the guy said, and Jude felt his heart leap in his chest as he heard the guy's American accent and the dirty edge it gave his words.<br /><br />"Jude," Jude said for a second time as Brody released his hand.<br /><br />Brody offered to take one of the two bags Jude was struggling to keep hold of.<br /><br />"Thanks." He let Brody take the bag, though kept his eye firmly on both until he decided Brody wasn't about to run off. "So…" He offered a small smile as he held tightly to his camera. Was the guy going to try and make him delete the photos? He realised Brody was staring at him, waiting for him to continue. What was he supposed to say?<br /><br />"So, you were taking photographs?" Brody asked. "Of people here?"<br /><br />Jude nodded. "Yeah."<br /><br />"Is it a project of some kind? You said you were a student?"<br /><br />"Not a project as such." Brody quirked an eyebrow at Jude's answer. Maybe he should have just said yes. "I'm hoping they could be. I haven't decided yet. It's kind of a practice run." This was his second and final year on the course. He wanted his final project to be something special. He wanted to stand out.<br /><br />"Can I see?" There it was. He was going to want Jude to delete them.<br /><br />Jude hesitated. "I don't usually show people my stuff." It wasn't a lie. Apart from his tutors and his partner on the course, nobody had seen his work.<br /><br />"Oh." Brody looked disappointed. "Okay."<br /><br />Jude chewed on his lip as he tussled with the idea of letting the guy see his photos. His work was a rather personal thing. He considered the man standing in front of him. He didn't know him and somehow that made it okay. "Okay." He figured there was a first time for everything. "No. I mean, yeah, sure, you can look."<br /><br />That kind of felt good. He knelt back down on the grass and lowered his bag to the ground. Dropping back on his ass, he crossed his legs and waited for Brody to join him. "Now these are just the raw images. They still need some work and editing," he insisted as Brody sat down beside him.<br /><br />"Like photoshopping different heads on bodies and things?" Brody asked with a laugh.<br /><br />Jude found himself smiling. "Something like that. Mainly cropping and colouring." Brody nodded. Was he really interested?<br /><br />"So"—Jude leaned forward—"these are today's shots." He started scrolling through the photos of the people who had passed through the park. His hand shook slightly as he held onto the camera. Shifting his weight, he looked at each image with Brody and reminded himself of what he'd seen that had drawn him to each of the people in the pictures—the concentrating student, the innocent child and the wisdom of her grandmother, the victorious goal scorer, a timeless love, and the man lost to his thoughts.<br /><br />He lingered on the final shot of Brody. "You take a good picture." He glanced at Brody and saw the same poignant look haunting his features. "Sorry. I can delete it if you want." Though he hoped he wouldn't have to.<br /><br />Shaking his head, Brody leaned back to rest on his elbows and stretched out his legs. He closed his eyes and lifted his face up toward the warmth of the sun. "They're really good," he said. His words were draped in the rich accent, and Jude was fascinated. "It's obvious you have a passion for it."<br /><br />"I hope to take it further. Maybe a degree course at the university. I should really have applied by now, but it's the money. Tuition fees, accommodation, and all that." He would hardly call himself a mature student, but at twenty-three that's what he was.<br /><br />After leaving school with a single A-Level in business studies, he'd taken a gap year that he had managed to make last three. Sure, he had gotten some life experience, would even say he had found himself, but it was time to follow his dreams. He wanted to be a professional photographer, not just someone who loved taking photos. He wanted to be able to reach out and touch people and make them see the beauty in the world around them.<br /><br />Jude sighed inwardly. Thank God he wasn't saying all that out loud. He watched as Brody stretched out across the grass. His flattering white T-shirt clung to his body, showing all the defining dips and peaks of his muscular torso. With his eyes closed, and the sunlight on his face, Brody looked magnificent, almost peaceful in contrast to the sorrowful expression from before.<br /><br />Jude raised his camera and took a couple of shots. Brody didn't seem to be aware of him. Tilting his head, he continued to observe the guy. Had Brody fallen asleep? He looked Brody up and down, catching sight of the journal beneath his hand. He wondered what was inside.<br /><br />"So, what brings you to sunny Stratford?" Jude decided to break the silence, plus he was curious to discover if Brody was a local or a tourist. He would guess tourist from the undiluted accent, but he could be wrong.<br /><br />Breathing in deeply, Brody opened his eyes and looked across at Jude sitting beside him. He pursed his lips thoughtfully, before answering with, "I'm on kind of an extended vacation." The way his eyes shone as he spoke suggested there was maybe more to the story.<br /><br />"Why here?"<br /><br />Brody turned away and looked out across the water just as he had earlier. "I guess I'm here looking for something." Jude's gaze fell on the theatre with Brody's. "Though I'm not sure what."<br /><br />Pressing his mouth in a thin line, Jude examined the orange brick building. The theatre didn't move him. All he saw was brick and cement. "And you think you can find it here?" He returned his attention to Brody and was greeted with a short nod.<br /><br />"I do." Brody checked his watch. "Say, do you have to be anywhere right now?"<br /><br />Jude rolled his eyes upward and stared thoughtfully at the small wisp of a cloud that had dared to enter the otherwise clear, blue sky. His diary was beyond empty. He shook his head. Brody was charming and Jude quite fancied the idea of spending more time with him. "No. Why?"<br /><br />"Would you like to get something to eat?"<br /><br />Eat? Sure, he could eat. Time had gotten away from him as it always did when he found himself absorbed in his subjects' lives and emotions. He met Brody's eyes with a smile, asking, "What did you have in mind?"

Meredith Russell - William's Heart

Love Lane Books is proud to be the publisher for Meredith Russell's short story William's Heart. The Book William's Heart by Mer...

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