Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Blog Tour: Ouroboros by Genevieve Iseult Eldredge

Title: Ouroboros
Author: Genevieve Iseult Eldredge
Series: Circuit Fae #2
Genre: LGBTQ, Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
Release Date: March 27, 2018
Publisher: Monster House Books

Syl’s a princess of the fair Fae.
Her girlfriend Rouen is a princess of the dark Fae.
Mortal enemies. Girlfriends.
Relationship status: It's Complicated

All introverted geek girl Syl Skye wants is to get close to her girlfriend. But when you can kill with a simple touch, a normal date night’s not really in the cards. As it happens, Syl is also a sleeper-princess of the fair Fae. Last year after a freak accident, her power Awakened, granting her white flame to purify the darkness.

Rouen Rivoche is that darkness—a dark Fae princess whose power to bewitch mortals is as terrifying as the violet lightning she controls. Rouen is Syl’s total opposite. Her mortal enemy.

She’s also Syl’s beloved girlfriend.

And even though they joined forces to defeat the evil Circuit Fae who harnessed the killing magic in technology to take over the school…that was so last year.

Now, Syl’s touch could mean Rouen’s death. Her increasing power is spiraling out of control, threatening to burn down everything she and Rouen have built together.

Their lives, their love, their very world..

What is the biggest influence/interest that brought you to this genre?
I really enjoy exploring the angstiness of being a teen, figuring out who you are, finding your first love. Growing up gay, I found very few books where being gay was normal, healthy and positive, so now it’s my privilege to write the books I wanted to read as a kid.

When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process(outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
Oh, gosh. I love the shiny-new feeling of outlining a story for the first time, but there’s no feeling like finishing that final draft

When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
I love fantasy YA. Urban, epic, paranormal. *grabby hands*

If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
Gregory Maguire so we could have Glinda and Elphaba GET TOGETHER ALREADY!

Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you "later in life"?
I’ve been writing since I could hold a crayon. We were pretty poor growing up and we didn’t have a lot of expensive toys. But we had a lot of imagination. My mom encouraged us to make big stories with little toys. She’s really the best.

Author Bio:
Raised by witches and dragons in the northern wilds, GIE writes angsty urban fantasy YA romance--where girls who are mortal enemies kick butt, take names, and fall in love against all odds.

She enjoys long hikes in the woods (where better to find the fair folk?), believing in fairies (in fact, she's clapping right now), dancing with dark elves (always wear your best shoes), being a self-rescuing princess (hello, black belt!), and writing diverse books about teenage girls finding love, romance, and their own inner power. 

She might be planning high tea at the Fae Court right now.

GIE is multi-published, and in her role as an editor has helped hundreds of authors make their dream of being published a reality.


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Blogger Review: Construction by Jon Keys

Sam’s self-worth is at a low, between losing a leg in Iraq and the reaction of his recent dates to his disability, but there may be new hope for love.

Samuel Oates returned from the war in Iraq missing part of one leg and much of his self-worth. He’s transitioned from his job as medic to becoming a med tech at the regional hospital. While enjoying his usual noontime hobby of watching hot construction workers at the nearby project, he meets someone else who also enjoys the view. Jorge is a middle-aged mystery but seems to be interested in Sam without the complications he keeps experiencing with other men.

Later that night, Sam discovers his dream construction worker trolling at the local leather bar. Their hook-up leaves Sam with his typical feeling that he couldn’t ever do any better than a quickie. But the next day, Jorge returns and Sam’s attraction to him grows.

Juggling two men and a job he likes, Sam must discover a way to find someone who will meet his needs without feeding his insecurities.

Sam hasn't had the easiest time finding romantic acceptance since returning from Irag minus his leg, they're either amputee fetishes or want nothing to do with him.  He's found himself fantisizing about one of the construction workers near his place of work but when he has an opportunity to turn fantasy into reality, is the realtiy all he hoped it would be?  When Sam meets Jorge over a shared ogling break he's not too keen at first but then the attraction grows.  Will Sam finally find happiness or was he right to limit himself to one night stands?

I have to start by saying how much I loved the author's attention to detail when it came to Sam's job as a lab tech at a hospital.  My mother got sick when I was ten so you can imagine I've seen her get many blood tests & IVs in the past 34 years and as a hard stick I've certainly seen our fair share of techs who don't listen to her where the best place to try is but there has also been many wonderful ones too.  So hearing Sam's inner thoughts about his job and the interaction with the older patient, Pearl, was not only well written but also a breath of fresh air.  So for that alone I want to say "thank you" to the author for taking time to show something not often elaborated on in fiction, it's not a huge part of the story but the realism is much appreciated by this reader.

Now for Sam.  I just want to wrap him up in bubblewrap and then crush him in a massive bear hug to let him know he's loved and worth so much more than one night stands and quickies.  I understand why he feels the way he does but I wish I could erase that thinking from his psyche but I guess its a case of needing to find it out for himself.  As for Jorge, he's just lovely.  I can't think of a better word to describe him, some might think too good to be true but really he's just plain lovely.  I won't touch on Sam's fantasy man, like Sam has to do, you need to read to find what he's all about for yourself.

Construction is a well written tale about finding that special someone but more importantly I think its Sam's journey into finding himself and his own self-worth.  Truth is you might even find out a little something about yourself along the way as well as be entertained.  This is my first book by Jon Keys and as often when it comes to new authors there is always a hint of trepidation wondering have you found a winner or just a so-so read.  Well, I can safely say I have found a new winner to add to my list and I look forward to checking out future books as well as his backlist.


I picked up my pace as I made my way to the building site for my favorite lunchtime viewing at the construction job. There was such a variety of men, that at least one or two kept me watching during the hour or so I escaped the hospital for my lunch break. I’d found a seating plaza in the perfect spot to catch some late summer sun and the sweetest breeze to make this harmless fantasy even more enjoyable.

A hobby during these outings consisted of picking out a fantasy man of the season. It only took a few seconds before I spotted my first choice—the one who’d lured me back all week. Built like a lumberjack with broad shoulders and a muscular body, he could keep me happy for hours. Over the past several weeks he’d given me plenty to dream about. Lucky for me, the combination of scrubs and compression shorts kept my excitement from being too evident.

I pulled out the sandwich I’d made before leaving for work that morning. Since I worked as a med tech at a regional hospital—which translated into limited funds—packing a lunch from home helped take the strain off my budget. It also gave me more time to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

I like my job. I don’t have to deal with the stress the nurses endure because I’m just the blood sucker. As long as I didn’t cause the patients any more pain than necessary, I was almost beneath their notice.

Today, my interest was in the baser dreams of what I might do if a fantasy became reality, but after the IED in Iraq had eliminated a lot of my left leg, my choices in guys were more limited, with too many having amputee fetishes. A date who got excited thinking about my residual leg didn’t make my list of prospective second dates, which created my current situation where I spent my lunch dreaming of that perfect guy—or ‘adequate’ would work, too.

The gentle sunshine wrapped me in a comfortable warmth that left my thoughts drifting as I enjoyed my meal. The next time I glanced up, fantasy dude number one had disappeared. Well, fuck. But finding my number two choice in this crew wasn’t difficult. His red bandana flapped from under the yellow construction hat. The opposite of number one, this guy filled a whole other realm of desires—dark skin, shorter and muscular as hell. With him, I’d keep the neighbors awake. I reached down and adjusted myself before taking another bite of my sandwich.

“Nice eye candy, aren’t they?”

I glanced around, irritated that I’d been caught. My sex life consisted of me, my hand and an impressive collection of toys. Now someone saw through my façade and I wasn’t pleased. I almost berated him. Instead, I decided talking with someone other than my few friends at the hospital might not be horrible.

“Yeah, they’re nice to drool over, but chasing after straight boys only makes life miserable. I found that out in the Army. You find a hookup. They freak out. It goes bad.”

My intruder nodded and returned his gaze to the construction site full of wet dreams. I used the distraction to check him out. He had darker curls over his head with a white patch in the front—probably one of the latest styles—a short beard and a few wisps of hair escaping the top of a dress shirt the color of Lake Michigan on a sunny summer day. He rated higher in the gay food chain than me when I’d had all my body parts. Now? In gay slang, I categorized myself as a scarred and mangled otter. I had no chance with the drool-worthy group we’d been watching, even if they turned out to like men. The hot, muscular types aren’t interested in damaged goods. They want guys who are as steamy as they are.

He’s caught me checking out the construction guys. Now I’ve got myself in a situation where I have to talk to him.

He motioned toward the site. “Which one’s your fantasy fuck?”

My mouth opened and closed like a beached fish until I decided to enjoy myself. “The big guy—broad shoulders and bubble butt. I could make him moan for a couple of hours.”

My fellow sex pervert grinned and nodded. “I bet he’s got a big old mushroom dickhead you can lick on until he fills you with man sauce.”

I couldn’t help myself, I broke down laughing, something I don’t do often. As I wiped off tears of humor, I motioned at my co-conspirator. “We sound like bad gay porn. I’m talking yellow-lighting-grainy-film-seventies-furniture porn—the ones where the top keeps saying ‘how ‘bout that, bitch? You like my big, fat dick? Tell me you want it’, or something similar. I’m talking bad porn.”

My fellow ogler snickered. “You might have a point. Maybe we got carried away. I’m Jorge, by the way.”

“I’m Samuel…Sam. It’s good to be on a first-name basis with someone who shares my perv tendencies.”

“Nice to meet you, Sam. I gotta tell you that this reminds me of a game I played with my best friend in college, except she always had more to pick from than I did. I blame the damn bi-boys. My scores would’ve been higher if Anna hadn’t lured away so many.”

“So, Jorge, which is your number two fuck fantasy?”

We worked back and forth until we were down to the tenth spot on our list. I picked out my choice—an older man with salt-and-pepper hair that he tied into a ponytail most of the time and a dense beard I wanted to run my fingers through. With a flourish toward Jorge, I said, “Your turn.”

Jorge looked over the men at the site, but after a little while, he still hadn’t made his choice. The wait stretched out before he turned back wearing a sheepish smile, and to my surprise, he winked. The flutter of emotions it caused shocked me even more. Before I responded, he started talking.

“You’d be in my top ten,” Jorge said.

His declaration made my stomach knot. I wanted to be somewhere else—anywhere else. The experience shook me to my core. I struggled to get up.

“Sorry. I’m terrible at compliments. I didn’t mean to upset you. I—”

I tried to think of a way to get out of this situation before he said more. I didn’t want to deal with being asked out, hopes building, in bed together—then he realized there were parts of me missing. That’s a routine I’m not interested in going through again. No way. It’s better to be alone. I struggled to stand, ready to be back in the lab. My frustration mounted when I had difficulty finding my balance. My prosthetic had decided my escape should be awkward and embarrassing. Jorge moved toward me.

“Do you need help, Sam?”

My annoyance grew and came out in a nasty explosion. “I don’t need any fucking help. I’ve taken care of my damn self since my leg got blown to a thousand hunks of meat.” I regretted the outburst as soon as it had left my lips, but once again my mouth had overpowered my brain.

Jorge took a step away. “Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to insult you. I guess I should go. It was good to meet you.”

I’d fucked up again and had no eloquent words to get me out of this mess. Before I could apologize, he’d traveled halfway across the plaza. With a sigh, I tried to stand again, and I found my balance on my first attempt.

Author Bio:
Jon Keys’ earliest memories revolve around books; with the first ones he can recall reading himself being “The Warlord of Mars” and anything with Tarzan. (The local library wasn’t particularly up to date.) But as puberty set in, he started sneaking his mother’s romance magazines and added the world of romance and erotica to his mix of science fiction, fantasy, Native American, westerns and comic books.

A voracious reader for almost half a century, Jon has only recently begun creating his own flights of fiction for the entertainment of others. Born in the Southwest and now living in the Midwest, Jon has worked as a ranch hand, teacher, computer tech, roughneck, designer, retail clerk, welder, artist, and, yes, pool boy; with interests ranging from kayaking and hunting to painting and cooking, he draws from a wide range of life experiences to create written works that draw the reader in and wrap them in a good story.