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I’ve brought my dark gay paranormal with sex magic under this pen name, added a shiny new cover (and some edits for readability), & it’s on sale!
This book was so much fun to write. It started with the idea of a private investigator with & could see the colors left behind after the crime, & became so much more. I hope you enjoy all the twists & turns & sex magic! ❤
Be sure to read the warnings for this one–they include dubcon, mind control, & sex magic!
Colin Page, community college student and apple-polisher, has a secret. He sees things that aren’t there.
Unfortunately, the Doc Martens on the floor of his apartment building’s mail vestibule really are there and attached to a local artist. Most people scare Colin—he reads their intentions and past deeds as easily as their hair color or the purple murder fog curling away from the body. Private Investigator Alonzo Green, with his forest green aura, isn’t scary, even after he reveals his knowledge of Colin’s abilities.
Despite his low-power mind, Alonzo is determined to right the wrongs he unknowingly caused. He’s also hopelessly smitten. He knows it’s wrong to let Colin work on the investigation but also knows Colin can help in ways nobody else can.
Colin and Al’s investigation takes them from Portland to Seattle and San Francisco but their journey into each other’s arms is much shorter.
Warnings: This book contains violence, dubcon, mind control, and sex magic.
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Stay tuned for news of my upcoming release—more paranormal but this time the focus is all on the Romance! I’m shooting for a 10/16 release date & will be sure to let you know when that’s finalized.
The Visionary was previously published. Content has not been significantly altered for this edition.
The crunching of bones breaking and mending echoed off the cement walls and metal cage surrounding him, while his gasps of pain mingled with the excruciating change until Justin lay there a panting, trembling mess. He curled into a fetal position, staring at the bars and wondering how much longer he could continue to live through the unbearable transformation. Every full moon he became a monster with no thought of anything except feasting on flesh, human or otherwise. He’d lock himself in a steel cage lined with silver in the basement of whatever house they were renting to stop himself from hurting anyone on the three nights he couldn’t control himself.
“You’re back to normal, I see.” A low voice came through the darkness.
Justin closed his eyes against the brightness of the light flicked on and Kara, his best friend and caretaker, stepped toward the cage with keys in hand. She unlocked the door, then the chains, and helped him to his feet. After handing him his clothing, she went back upstairs without another word. Kara was the only person in his life who knew about the beast inside of him. She’d been a loyal friend and his only family for the last ten years. But before her, he’d spent almost two hundred years on his own, merely surviving.
Despite his outward appearance of an eighteen-year-old young man, he’d actually lived for two hundred and eighteen years. He stood at an even six foot with a wiry, lean build, which never changed no matter what he ate or how much he exercised. Black hair, as dark as a moonless night, just brushed his shoulders when he didn’t keep it tied back. Most humans found it hard to stare into his eerily light blue eyes. Maybe because they could sense the evil lurking beneath the surface, or perhaps they could see the creature pacing inside him, waiting for the nights it could be free.
In the time since his life changed forever, he’d seen many wonderful and horrible things: the invention of trains, cars, and airplanes, wars, slavery, death, and blood. The only cure he knew of to end his torment was either death or to kill the one who’d bitten him. His desperate search led him here, to Japan, where he spent every waking hour not working trying to find word of the bastard’s whereabouts.
Justin made his way upstairs to the kitchen and found Kara cooking breakfast on the old stove in the house they’d rented. He watched her as she moved about the tiny kitchen. Petite at five-foot-two, she had beautiful auburn hair that hung down her back to her hourglass waist. She kept it in a ponytail most of the time. Bright green eyes complimented the light dusting of freckles across her nose. He cared for her a great deal, even loved her in his own way, but he knew it wasn’t the kind of love she wanted from him.
Thirty-five now, she’d found him ten years ago lying in the bushes in her backyard the morning after a full moon. He’d had large wounds all over his body from a fight he’d been in with another werewolf in the area. She’d tended his injuries and taken care of him until he’d regained consciousness. When he’d awakened, she’d demanded the story from him; she said it was either that or she’d call the police. So he’d told her everything, his past and the monster hiding beneath his flesh. They’d been together ever since, moving from place to place in search of the one who could break his curse. They both worked odd jobs during the day to support them as they moved from city to city and country to country. It’d been her idea to build the cage lined with silver and secure it to the ground wherever they were.
Setting a plate on the table for him and another for herself, she slid into one of the chairs. “You were overly anxious last night. More so than usual.”
Justin looked at her and then away. He picked up his fork but didn’t begin eating immediately. “I don’t remember anything, you know that, Kara. Maybe there’s another werewolf close by.”
There were many malevolent creatures in the world that humans remained unaware of, or they chose to ignore the obvious signs, writing off anything unexplained as animal attacks. Mostly, his kind stayed away from one another unless they felt threatened. “Tonight’s the last full moon, for this month at least. I don’t know how much longer I can take this, Kara. I want it to be over.”
Kara studied him for a long moment before replying, “We’ll find him, Justin. You just need to have patience.”
“How much more patience can I have, Kara?” Justin snapped. “It’s been two hundred years. Another hundred and I’ll go insane!”
She looked at him sadly but didn’t say anything. They sat in silence for the remainder of breakfast. Justin barely touched the scrambled eggs, attempting a bite or two to appease Kara, but he couldn’t stomach the idea of eating. He knew she meant well, and she couldn’t really understand why he wanted to die, but her words only served to reinforce why he couldn’t continue to live like this.
After breakfast, Kara washed the dishes and then grabbed her purse. “I’m on my way to work. I’ll be back before the sun sets to lock you in.”
He watched her leave, staying at the table even after she’d gone. The night he’d been bitten played in his head like a mini movie, almost as if it were someone else’s reality. It was 1802, and he’d been out drinking at a local tavern, celebrating the birth of his best friend’s baby. When the owner finally kicked them out at two in the morning, he started toward home, weaving along the street in his drunkenness. Most people were tucked in their beds asleep. No noises could be heard other than the odd stray cat in the alley garbage bins or the lone bark of a dog in the far off distance. A loud crashing sound echoed off the cobblestones and in between buildings just before a large heavy weight slammed into him. He flew through the air, landing with a thud on the unforgiving street.
He realized a huge animal, something akin to a wild dog, lay on top of him, pinning him to the ground. Before he could react, the animal sank his teeth into his shoulder. Justin remembered screaming in pain as blood poured from the torn flesh. He heard a gunshot as someone came running down the street, yelling to scare off the dog. The animal let go and ran off, leaving him lying in a pool of his own blood.
The man who’d saved him had taken Justin to his home and rung the doctor. The doctor stitched him up and bandaged his wound. Justin returned to his own home the next day and went about his normal life. The wound healed in a miraculously short amount of time, and he’d begun to notice strange things happening to his body in the following weeks. He found himself abnormally attracted to the scent of blood, and he could smell things from several hundred feet away. His eye sight and hearing grew sharper, and his strength increased three fold.
The first full moon came a little over three weeks after he’d been bitten. He was out chopping firewood for his parents when it started. He thanked God every day since then that he hadn’t been home when it happened. He remembered dropping to his knees as a sudden pain gripped his entire body. His screams of anguish filled the forest behind his home; the snapping of his bones breaking was the only thing louder than his cries. Hair sprouted along his hands and arms; his jaw elongated into a snout. He could still feel the terror he’d felt during his first change. He lost consciousness afterward or so he’d thought. He figured out the next morning that when he became the monster inside, he lost all control of his awareness and the beast took over.
The only thing he remembered was waking up covered in blood the next morning. He’d vomited at the grisly sight beside him. A mutilated body of a man lay near him. He couldn’t even identify the face of the man, to know who he’d been, because his face had been torn to shreds and then gnawed on by some great animal. He’d gone to the nearby river to wash the blood away the best he could and made his way slowly toward home, where he’d snuck into his room to pack some of his things. He left a note for his parents telling them he was sorry, but he could no longer stay with them. They weren’t safe with him. He’d saddled his horse and left for good.
He’d been running ever since. The only person he’d gotten close to in the last two hundred years was Kara. Even after ten years he still feared for her safety, but she never let him take off alone no matter how many times he tried.
Two centuries ago, Justin was turned against his will into a werewolf – a mindless, angry beast three nights a month. Ever since, he has done everything he can to atone for the blood on his hands, even going so far as to hunt his own kind. The burden of carrying on is heavy and unforgiving, and he’s reached the point of not caring if he lives or dies.
Vincent is a hybrid, half-werewolf and half-human, spending his days, and nights, hunting werewolves. Vincent may be half-monster, but he lives and breathes by his human half. Hunting werewolves and taking down as many of the creatures as possible is all he can see.
A chance meeting changes everything. A deal struck between them, a threat to humanity, and their mutual attraction combined brings them together in an explosive way. Vincent has found the one who can break down the walls around his heart – will he now be able to carry through on his promise to end Justin’s torment, or will Justin live to see another moonrise?
J.R. Loveless began her adventure in writing romance at the young age of twelve. Her foray into creating her own worlds and telling her characters’ life stories was triggered by her own love of reading. She currently resides in South Florida with her dog and two cats, volunteers for an animal rescue in her spare time, and works as a manager for a financial lending institute. Someday she hopes to begin writing as a full-time career and bringing more of her ideas to life.
Her journey into gay romance began in 2005 when she began posting her original fiction on a forum for feedback and readers’ pleasure. In 2010, a good friend urged her to submit to a publishing company, and the day she received the acceptance and contract was the best day of her life. Since then, she has been noted to be one of the most purchased audio books after Fifty Shades of Grey on Audiobook.com, received best gay romantic fiction for Touch Me Gently in the 2011 TLA Gaybies, and even received an award for Chasing Seth in 2012.
J.R. adores her fans and loves hearing from them.
Cover by TL Bland
Release Date: May 29, 2020
Word Count: 34k+
Genre: Paranormal, Romance, Enemies to Lovers
Keywords: werewolves, unexpected attraction, enemies to lovers, hybrid werewolf, human, immortality, cursed, sword fights, hunters, monsters, creatures, horror
I started this blog in 2012, in anticipation of my first publication in the e-first Romance market. I thought it would be used to promote my books, maybe to find a group of people who would become my community. That’s not what happened.
This blog has primarily been used to promote other authors and their work.
I looked back at the content I’ve published here and was a little surprised to see this. With one exception, all of my high-traffic posts have been about books I didn’t write. This is something I’m proud of and want to continue.
This space hasn’t been very well-used for the past three or so years, mainly because I was involved in a serious car accident early in 2017. My recovery from those injuries is an ongoing process. To be honest, I haven’t been able to devote much time to writing or blogging simply because the work of coming back from those injuries combined with making a living has required so much time and energy that there was nothing left over for creativity.
And that’s okay.
Realizing that is also something I’m proud of.
My goal is to refresh this space and start posting again on a regular basis—weekly at first and we’ll see how it goes.
This blog will still be about promoting the work of artists and writers. My primary focus will be queer representation in entertainment, especially the flavors we don’t see as often as white cis gay men / lesbians. Mostly books, but also television and movies and wherever I find queer rep I want to talk about. Some of my opinions might be agreeable and some will probably not be socially acceptable. And I don’t promise to keep as tight a rein on my language as I have in the past so be prepared to see the word fuck (and portmanteaus using it) more often.
I hope you’ll find something cool and want to keep coming back to join the conversation.
Thanks for reading! ❤
For more info about me, check out my updated About page.
Book Title: The Choice (The Faction, book 2)
Author: Addison Albright
Publisher: JMS Books, LLC
Cover Artist: Written Ink Designs
Genre/s: M/M, Contemporary, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires
Heat Rating: 2 flames
Length: 28 692 words
Release Date: January 5, 2019
Will Albert’s indecision put the entire vampire establishment in danger? Or is redemption only a flamethrower away?
As a freshly turned vampire, Neil had frozen in panic when he’d found himself face-to-face with his ex-boyfriend, Cameron. Neil thought that misstep and its associated danger was all in the past, but Cameron’s current boyfriend, Dennis, is like a dog with a bone, and a keen imagination. When the two men’s curiosity progresses to the point the vampires consider their secrecy to be endangered, choices must be made.
Now that faction leader Albert has a blood-mate, he finds himself second-guessing his decisions. Neil would be crushed knowing his mistake led to human deaths, but Albert shouldn’t factor that into the difficult choices he must make. Will Albert’s indecision put the entire vampire establishment in danger? Or is redemption only a flamethrower away?
Neil closed his eyes and bit back a whimper. He’d been so happy these past months loving Albert, a man—vampire—that in many ways he barely knew, yet somehow he could see and truly understand the man’s fundamental essence. Albert’s core…what made him tick.
Although Neil wasn’t party to many of the details of faction business, he had made friends among the vampires, and he and Albert frequently socialized with other vamps of all “ages” and levels within the faction. Among their fellow moviegoers tonight had been one of the faction’s team leaders on one end of the scale, and a delivery driver on the other. Albert treated them all with the same respect and caring as he would likely give to fellow faction leaders or council members. If there was something within Albert’s power that would make life more enjoyable for his people without risking their safety, he did it.
Albert might have black blood flowing through his veins, but he didn’t have a black heart…he had a heart of gold. Neil knew that with every fiber of his being. But he also knew that Albert had to untangle ethical dilemmas that would make most people quake in dismay. At least, the good ones would flinch away from those concerns. Those with hearts steeped in foul malevolence would relish the decisions Albert faced.
Two men’s lives hung in the balance on one side of the scale versus a calculated risk to the lives of all vampires worldwide. Albert’s hand at Neil’s back steadied him as he wobbled. Neil reopened his eyes and stared into Albert’s.
It was as if Albert could read his mind. The look in the man’s eyes screamed that he understood Neil’s pain and would shoulder it if only he could.
Neil’s sorrow centered on knowing that two human lives were on the line because of his own screw-up. The downside to perfect recall was that he would never be able to forget his failure that day when he’d first been trusted out on his own as a fairly new vampire, delivering packages for the faction’s delivery service. He still had the occasional nightmare, reliving it…
The click of a door opening, and a light bark accompanied by the sound of footsteps, alerted Neil to a dog on the landing above him, heading down to be walked. This would be a little trickier than the incident this morning, since they’d be crossing paths in a narrow passageway, but he had his head in the right space now. He could deal with this.
He straightened confidently and slapped on a friendly smile. The dog came into view first, and Neil stutter-stepped, then froze when the man walking the Boston terrier—Hobbs was the dog’s name—came into view.
Hobbs whimpered but at least he didn’t try to dash in the opposite direction. Not that trying to bury himself in Cameron Ferguson’s shoes was much better. What the hell was his ex doing in this building? Cam ground to a halt and stared with his mouth hanging open.
Which was Neil’s own damned fault for freezing and looking guilty, because the changes to his appearance had surprised even himself for the first few days, any time he’d caught sight of his reflection in a mirror. It would not have jumped out at Cam if Neil had managed to keep his cool.
“Oh, my God. Phillip? I heard you died.”
Cam moved as if to embrace him, and Neil finally—fucking finally—broke out of his trance for damage control.
So yeah, it had been Neil’s mistake. If he’d kept his cool, given a disinterested nod or “how’s it goin’?” then Cam wouldn’t have taken a second look in his direction.
“Okay,” Neil whispered, since Albert seemed to be waiting for some sign that he had his emotions under control.
Albert tipped up Neil’s chin for a brief, gentle kiss that spoke more of his love for Neil than words could have done. Albert’s finger traced Neil’s jawline, while his eyes begged for understanding. Then he opened the door, and they stepped into the apartment.
The room, like the hall and stairs leading to it, was unlike most of the vampire-owned apartment buildings. At least, it was unlike the ones Neil had visited. This building was a loft conversion that had once been something else—a small warehouse or office building perhaps. The point that stood out to Neil was the highly polished concrete floor. The better to easily clean up DNA should the need arise?
Cameron and Dennis sat peacefully on steel stools in the otherwise-unfurnished vestibule. Doorways to the living areas were closed. If Neil were to guess, he’d say those doors contained heavy-duty soundproofing—a buffer between the apartment’s entryway and the outside walls and windows.
Cameron looked much the same as Neil remembered him. His dirty blond hair was subtly highlighted and cut short. Dennis had thick, straight, light brown hair, longer than Cameron’s, especially on top. Both pairs of brown eyes stared obliviously.
Four others stood waiting. Two men and two women. Vampires, obviously, although Neil wouldn’t have guessed that by their appearances, only by the fact they were there.
Albert quickly made the introductions. April and Lester had been on the street following them and communicating with Albert. Vinny and Bridget lived here.
“They’re prepped?” Albert asked.
Albert glanced at Neil. “We have a tendency to inadvertently, and quite literally, scare the piss out of people, so it makes sense to have them ‘go’ while still under the influence.”
Neil winced. That did seem like a wise move, though, whether it was so the two could walk away inconspicuously or to minimize potential DNA on the scene.
Read THE RECRUIT #1 first to fully understand and appreciate #2.
Albert Manlii has walked this earth for more than two thousand years, but survival on his own was never easy. Now he leads a faction of highly organized vampires who carefully guard the secret of their existence. Unlike the old days, potential recruits are carefully selected and presented with an offer.
Phillip Brewer has weeks to live—if he lets his disease run its course. He doesn’t want to die, but given a choice, will his desire to live outweigh his concerns about the vampires’ ethics?
When the new recruit’s missteps are cause for concern, can Albert control the fallout, or will Phillip’s life once again be torn apart?
About the Author
Addison Albright is a writer living in the middle of the USA. Her stories are gay romance in contemporary, fantasy, and paranormal genres. She generally adds a subtle touch of humor, a smidgen of drama/angst, and a healthy dose of slice-of-life to her stories. Her education includes a BS in Education with a major in mathematics and a minor in chemistry. Addison loves spending time with her family, reading, popcorn, boating, french fries, “open window weather,” cats, math, and anything chocolate. She loves to read pretty much anything and everything, anytime and anywhere.
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Happy Caturday, Snippetteers!
This week I’m continuing the birthday theme with a cagey little snippet from my upcoming Dreamspinner release (under the Descoteaux pseudonym), Art House, Buchanan House: Book Six! The convo is between Garrett, who has the first line, and Paulie.
“Sounds like a plan. Isn’t Christmas your anniversary?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Leave it to you, Paulie, to give other people presents on your anniversary. What’s planned for your birthday?”
Thanks for reading!
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Thank you for inviting me to your blog, Charley. I’m very glad to be here, and I’ve brought my brand new action adventure romance, Undercover Star along with me. The story features a pop star, a detective, and a hunt for an art thief… and it’s set in London and Scotland.
I love setting stories in places where I’ve lived and which I’ve visited. The positive vibes and happy memories I have from those times tend to add colour to the story as I write, whether I remember a holiday cottage where we’ve stayed, a pub that served us a fantastic lunch, or a piece of countryside.
While the plot for Undercover Star came out of the blue, I’ve made use of a few of my favourite locations as settings for Josh and Matisse’s story. When Matisse tells Josh that he’s sat in his car on the seafront in Helensburgh eating pizza while the wind blew like a fury and whipped up the waves in the harbour, then he describes a memory from my very first Scotland trip. On the way from the pizza shop to the car we almost lost the pizza box to the gale, and while we enjoyed a tasty, well-deserved lunch break in our driving holiday, the rain lashed the windscreen and the waves rolled up into impressive white peaks.
Helensburgh is real, of course. Kilbride House, the location for the very exclusive charity gala that requires star credentials to enter, is not. Or rather, it’s not called Kilbride House, and isn’t a gala location.
I came across the inspiration for Kilbride House one very frosty morning when I was walking through London after an early appointment, and spotted an unexpected gap in a street of tall, well-kept Victorian apartment buildings. On closer inspection I found that the gap held a long, ornate fence with an imposing gate, with an ornate garden, and curving drive behind. Right at the end of the drive sat a large, wood-framed house that looked as if it belonged into a different era.
Which, of course, it did. Like Kilbride House, its construction suggested that it had seen the Great Fire of London and lived to tell about it. I would have loved to see inside, but along with the fence, the house also boasted very visible security. So I resigned myself to gazing through the bars of the gate and imagined the interior in the story.
Of course, no locations were harmed in writing Undercover Star. They’re far too valuable to a writer. Sometimes, it’s difficult to pick a location to use for a story. At other times, it’s easy. And every now and then, I read a book and decide I have to visit one of the places mentioned.
Which makes me wonder… have you ever picked a day out, or a holiday, based on a location in a story? I’d love to know. 😉
By two o’clock they were in Scotland, and the rain arrived shortly after. Josh groaned at the sudden splatter of big droplets across the windscreen. Matisse’s chuckle was soft by comparison, almost swallowed by the sound of the rain. “Welcoming me home, eh? Thank you most kindly.”
“Don’t tell me you’re liking this.”
“Nope. I lo-o-o-ove it,” Matisse singsonged. “Don’t look at me. I love rain. Watching it, smelling it, being out in it. Most of all, I love listening to it. And why not? This is Scotland. We have rain perfected.”
“Just because I like to get wet?”
After the hours spent in close proximity with Matisse, breathing his scent, hearing him talk, and watching those expressive hands on the steering wheel, Josh choked on his reply. Visions of Matisse pinned to smooth tiles crowded his mind. Of moisture-slick hair, and rivulets of warm water running down his finely muscled back and dividing just above the swell of his arse. He shifted to make room in his suddenly extra-tight jeans, and Matisse burst out laughing as if he’d read his mind. Josh’s window wound down with a quiet whirr and drips of cold rain hit his left cheek and neck.
“Mind out of the gutter, Ingram.”
“You started it.”
“I started nothing. That was a totally innocent comment.”
“I’m sure it was.”
Matisse guided the car around Glasgow, over Erskine Bridge, and onto the A82 without looking at a map. The rain grew steadily heavier and the wind picked up as Matisse turned onto the Cardross Road towards Helensburgh. The last week in London had been warm and sunny, as befitted early May. Here, under a blanket of cloud, Josh felt almost winter-cold.
“Where in Helensburgh do we need to be?”
Josh rattled off the address. “It’s off the main road through the town. He dumped the car in the car park by the swimming pool.”
“On the seafront?”
“That’s the one.”
“I remember sitting in this car park in a fierce gale, eating pizza while the rain hammered down,” Matisse told him. The smile in his voice was impossible to miss. “The waves were a sight, but we contemplated taking a boat out.” He shrugged. “Reason prevailed, I’m sure you’re glad to hear.”
“Sounds like you enjoyed growing up here.”
“I did. At times, I miss it like crazy.” He passed the swimming pool and, two hundred yards farther, found a parking space by the side of the road, almost opposite the cul-de-sac Josh wanted to watch. “This good?”
“Pretty damned perfect. If he leaves his house we’re likely to spot him.”
“Does he have a reason to leave?”
“He may have a job.”
“Thieves have jobs?”
“Some of the high-end ones do. It’s excellent cover. One of the first guys Paul and I took down taught physics in secondary school. And I remember hearing about another thief—he took jewels from hotel safes, mostly—who was a long-distance lorry driver. Do you know how tricky it is to connect cases all over Europe, to even realise they all have the same MO?”
“What did the kids say when you arrested the teacher?”
“Trust you….” Josh shook his head. “And I have no idea. We arrested him on a job, not while he was in school.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Why am I getting the impression you’re finding this cool?”
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It sounds like the stupidest idea in the history of stupid ideas. Detective Inspector Josh Ingram wants to find a deadly medieval locket and through it, a murderer. So why does his boss decide to team him up with Matisse Vervein, a pop idol many consider just a pretty face… and expect the two of them to hunt down an art thief?
Marissa Godwin, Matisse’s no-nonsense manager, isn’t stupid. Neither is her brother-in-law, Detective Superintendent Tim Montgomery. Each is looking out for a lonely man on the verge of quitting what he does best, and both believe that their charges would make a great team.
The attraction sizzling between Josh and Matisse is hard to miss, but there’s plenty of resentment, too. Focussed on pushing Josh and Matisse towards each other, Marissa and Tim haven’t imagined the kind of trouble a music star and a detective can find when they ditch their prejudices and accept that the attraction between them is mutual. Or how far each is prepared to go to prove it to the other.
A standalone, feel-good romance set in England and Scotland, featuring a reluctant pop star who’s not out, a detective trying his hand at being a bodyguard, plenty of adventure, and a happy ending.
About the Author:
Jackie Keswick was born behind the Iron Curtain with itchy feet, a bent for rocks and a recurring dream of stepping off a bus in the middle of nowhere to go home. She’s worked in a hospital and as the only girl with 52 men on an oil rig, spent a winter in Moscow and a summer in Iceland and finally settled in the country of her dreams with her dream team: a husband, a cat, a tandem, a hammer and a laptop.
Jackie loves unexpected reunions and second chances, and men who don’t follow the rules when those rules are stupid. She blogs about English history and food, has a thing for green eyes, and is a great believer in making up soundtracks for everything, including her characters and the cat.
And she still hasn’t found the place where the bus stops.
For questions and comments, not restricted to green eyes, bus stops, or recipes for traditional English food, you can find Jackie Keswick in all the usual places:
My alter-ego Charli Coty celebrated the release of their first novel on Monday~The Visionary! It’s a dark contemporary paranormal with just the right amount of romance. In keeping with traditional release week-style festivities, I have a couple of contests to share.
Over on the Queer SciFi blog: comment on this post and you could win a backlist book from my catalog (any ebook except The Visionary): https://queerscifi.com/announcement-the-visionary-by-charli-coty/
While you’re there, take a look around. QSF has a cool and very active Facebook Group too!
This one is short notice! 24 hours left on the NineStar Press Rafflecopter with a prize of an ebook of your choice from the NSP catalog!
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The Visionary by Charli Coty
Colin Page, eighteen-year-old community college student, apple polisher and all-around goody-goody, has a secret. He sees things that aren’t there. Unfortunately, the Doc Martens on the floor of the mail vestibule in his apartment building really are there and attached to a dead body. Hunkered over the body is someone Colin had barely noticed before, Private Investigator Al Green. Most people scare Colin, but for some reason, Al doesn’t, even after he reveals that he knows about the hidden reality of their world.
Alonzo Green, despite his low-power mind, is determined to help right the wrongs he unknowingly contributed to. He’s also hopelessly smitten. He knows it’s wrong—probably even dangerous—to enlist Colin’s help with the investigation. And that’s before considering all Al has to fear from Colin’s fiercely protective and powerful mother.
Colin and Al put some of the pieces together, but as soon as one thing becomes clear, the picture changes. The search for the Big Bad takes them from Portland to Tacoma and Seattle, and eventually to San Francisco, but their journey into each other’s arms is much shorter.
The Visionary is available in the usual ebook formats and paperback:
Today I’m at Love Bytes talking about food! It’s the last stop on the tour, and since the Rafflecopter is ending soon I’m doing a special giveaway just for Love Bytes readers. See you in the comments!
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