Thursday, August 9, 2018

Re-Readables 2018: Mary Calmes


I have never been one to do much re-reading, which is surprising because I can re-watch a movie or television show I love endlessly but books just never seemed to interest me for revisiting.  When they introduced audiobooks it gave me a chance to enjoy some of my favorites over and over.  The past few years I guess I've changed and there are some books that have become almost required re-reading, the summer wouldn't be complete without a revisit.


Overall 4th Re-Read Review 2018:
I seriously have nothing new to add to my previous reviews for Matter of Time series but I'll try πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰.  What is it about Jory Harcourt and Sam Kage that has this series filed under "Annual Must Re-reads"?  It's hard to put into words other than its wonderful.  There is just something about Jory that I can't imagine not loving, if I met someone like him we'd be instant friends and I think its safe to say I would be spending equal time either hugging the life out of him or pulling my own hair out as I run off screaming "UGHHHHH!"  How Sam has any hair left is beyond me.  And Sam, well he's just awesomely yummy.  Loyal, attentive, protective, and yes he has a temper but he's not aggressive or threatening(unless you try to harm his loved ones).  On the service these two should not be together, there is absolutely nothing that makes them fit but then the minute you see them interact you just know that there is no one more suited for them than each other.  I say "perfect fit" not in a Utopian definition but in the fact that they balance each other out, their strengths and weaknesses mesh, they fight, they make-up(and boy can they make-up), they scream, they laugh, they frustrate, they comfort, and a hundred other things we all want to experience but most importantly they support and love each other.  Jory, Sam, Hannah, Kola, and their Matter of Time family and friends are just pure entertaining and I can't imagine a time when I won't enjoy revisiting their journey.

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Overall Series Re-Read Review 2018:
This is actually the first time I have re-read Miro and Ian(at least #1-3 as #3.5 & #4 were first time reads).  I don't think I'll be adding them to my Annual Must Reads but it certainly won't be the last time I enjoy their journey either.  Like Jory and Sam from the author's Matter of Time series that this was spin-off from, Miro and Ian are a perfect fit.  Neither of the pair is quite as "hyper" or "manic" as Jory nor is either of them as "fierce" or "fiery" as Sam but I don't think I'd classify them as "even-tempered" either.  They are their own men and a force to be reckoned with.  They've come full circle in the five entries to the Marshals series but that doesn't mean I'm tired of the pair.  Oh no, I can't imagine ever tiring of Miro, Ian, their team or their few friends and family.  The boys may be the stars of this series but every character adds something to their journey and I think that's what helps make them who they are, entertaining and fun.

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Author Bio:
Mary Calmes lives in Lexington, Kentucky, with her husband and two children and loves all the seasons except summer. She graduated from the University of the Pacific in Stockton, California, with a bachelor's degree in English literature. Due to the fact that it is English lit and not English grammar, do not ask her to point out a clause for you, as it will so not happen. She loves writing, becoming immersed in the process, and falling into the work. She can even tell you what her characters smell like. She loves buying books and going to conventions to meet her fans.


A Matter of Time Series

Marshals Series

Release Blitz: Salt Magic, Skin Magic by Lee Welch

Title: Salt Magic, Skin Magic
Author: Lee Welch
Genre: M/M Romance, Historical Fantasy
Release Date: August 9, 2018
Lord Thornby has been trapped on his father’s isolated Yorkshire estate for a year. There are no bars or chains; he simply can’t leave. His sanity is starting to fray.

When industrial magician John Blake arrives to investigate a case of witchcraft, he finds the peculiar, arrogant Thornby as alarming as he is attractive. John soon finds himself caught up in a dark fairytale, where all the rules of magic—and love—are changed.

To set Thornby free, both men must face life-changing truths—and John must accept that the brave, witty man who’s winning his heart may also be about to break it. Can they escape a web of magic that’s as perilous as love?

Thornby was walking along the moorland path, calm as you please, nose in the air, apparently admiring the autumn colours in the distant oaks in the park.

“Stop, Lord Thornby! I want to talk to you.”

Thornby walked faster, slight limp becoming more pronounced.

“Stop, I say!”

John felt in his pockets for his vials and pouches, then changed his mind and simply put on speed. He’d come to this remote part of the grounds in the hope of a rest. He’d not slept much last night with the walls of Raskelf muttering and whispering, and the antiquities from Egypt shrieking muffled curses from the other side of the corridor.

The thought of Thornby had kept him awake as well; so resistant to the Judas Voice—that had given John an unpleasant moment—and so unapproachable, with that aristocratic hauteur you could never breach. And so strange. Why did the man wear such peculiar clothes? Today it was tight black pantaloons and a high stock that would have been fashionable forty years ago. And over this bizarre Regency costume was a rusty black greatcoat with wide cuffs, and a tricorn hat that would have looked well in the previous century.

And, yes, Thornby was handsome—heart-stoppingly so—with arrogant grey eyes, a mane of brown hair that almost reached his collar, and a preposterous red mouth. He was tall and thin and carried himself like a fencer. There was, too, something whip-taut about him, some unbearable tension that made you feel he might lash out. Or suddenly kiss you. Thornby had looked John up and down when he was introduced, finally unbending so far as to give John a slight inclination of the head. And John’s mouth had gone as dry as if Thornby had extended one of those elegant white hands and given his balls a gentle squeeze.

It was tiresome, really. It made it so much harder to concentrate. He must make sure he didn’t allow his attraction to the man to cloud his judgement. Possibly Thornby was using a glamour spell. John couldn’t sense one, but sometimes by their very nature they were difficult to detect.

So, he mustn’t think about how good it would be to slide his fingers inside Thornby’s old black pantaloons, how good it would be to taste his lovely mouth, and wipe that damned snooty expression off his face. If John had been in London, he would have gone to one of the houses that catered to men of his taste, and tried to forget about it. Here in the middle of rural Yorkshire it was far too dangerous to approach anyone, and in any case, farm lads were not his type. He’d simply leave as soon as he could tell Catterall he’d done his best.

They walked in single file for perhaps five minutes. The path smelt of rotting leaves, and a biting wind began to make its presence felt as they crossed into an open piece of moorland. Splashes of muddy water were spotting the back of Thornby’s coat. John used the close proximity to feel for magic. Like last night at dinner, he could sense nothing emanating from Thornby. There was certainly no demon reek, so Thornby probably wasn’t a theurgist, or if he was, he was a very fastidious one.

But then Thornby didn’t feel like a materials man either, and John could generally recognise his own kind. So, how had Thornby broken those charms? Now John was closer, and had longer to concentrate on Thornby alone, he thought there might be something magical, at the very edge of his awareness, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Most magicians used demons or materials, but there were other ways, so perhaps Thornby used some unfamiliar method.

John charged his ward stone, and put it back in his pocket. He patted his bag of salt and checked his Gelomorous twine and the demon trap, just in case. Whatever spells Thornby cared to throw at him, he was ready. In fact, he was almost looking forward to a fight.

They reached an open place a hundred yards from a small pine spinney. The dark trees were contorted sideways as if fleeing the icy wind. The sun, behind its grey pall of cloud, was beginning to set. Thornby suddenly stopped and swung around.

“Well, Mr Blake? I suppose you’d like to explain yourself?” Thornby’s chin was up, beautiful mouth curved in disdain.

What Others Are Saying:
“Magic, folklore, dark deeds, and hot romance combine in this wildly enjoyable, inventive story set in a lovely alt-Victorian Gothic world. More please!” --KJ Charles, RITA™-nominated author of THE MAGPIE LORD and SPECTRED ISLE

"Salt Magic, Skin Magic by Lee Welch is the sort of book you want to read again the moment you reach the end. Beautifully written, with a romance that is by turns sweet and scorching, it belongs on the keeper shelf of any lover of paranormal historical." --Jordan L. Hawk, author of the WHYBORNE AND GRIFFIN and HEXWORLD series

Author Bio:
Lee Welch wrote her first book aged seven (a pastiche of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe) and first had an idea for an m/m romance aged twelve. She loves books and comics, and when she’s not writing, she’ll probably be reading. Her favourite authors include Ursula Le Guin, Graham Greene, Linda Medley, Dylan Horrocks and KJ Charles. By day, Lee works as an editor and business communications adviser, mainly persuading people not to say ‘utilise’ when they mean ‘use’. Her job has led her to work in areas as diverse as mental health, nursing, accident prevention and the criminal justice sector.

Lee loves to hear from readers.



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