Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Random Tales of Christmas 2918 Part 6

Snow in Montana by RJ Scott
Montana #4
An actor in the closet, a sheriff in love, and memories that won’t stay hidden.

Jordan Darby is known as the King of Christmas. The star of eight made-for-TV Christmas movies, the leading man who always gets his girl. Filming at Crooked Tree Ranch in Montana, in the ice and snow, Jordan is fighting to make a go of his new company and dealing with fears of exposure over one huge secret. After all, who the hell would buy into him being a romantic straight lead if rumors about him being gay were proven to be true?

Sheriff Ryan Carter is advising on the new movie being made at Crooked Tree. He hoped this would be one day of work and nothing more. Until, that is, he meets the hero. But while Jordan is sexy, he’s also very much stuck in the closet—everything that Ryan doesn’t need in his life. And then lust becomes part of the equation, and Ryan’s quiet life is thrown into turmoil.

Their story unfolds against the chaos that overtakes the ranch, with Adam regaining memories that terrify him and make him look at Justin differently, and Justin leaving the ranch to make things right. Only through trusting in love and friendship can Justin and Adam learn to look to the future instead of letting the past destroy everything. But will they ever see clearly enough to do that?

Audiobook Review December 2018:
Once again another spot on reading by Sean Crisden bringing to life RJ Scott's Snow in Montana.  His voice and her words are a match made in heaven, or in this case Montana😉.  As much as I loved reading(and re-reading) Snow, listening to Jordan and Ryan come alive added a whole new level of awesome-ness to the story.  Definitely a win-win on all fronts.

Original ebook Review December 2016:
What do I say about Snow in Montana that could even begin to come close to successfully express how much I loved the latest installment of the Montana series?  It's RJ Scott!  Okay, maybe I need to say more, lol.  Snow might be Ryan and Jordan's tale but we also get to see Adam and Justin's stories advance.  Jordan's contribution to the holiday season might be a list of cheesy Christmas films that most of us secretly classify as a guilty pleasure but when him and Ryan meet, it's less cheese and more spiked punch that threatens to short out your ereader and burn your fingers, but in the absolute best way imaginable.  I'd be lying if I said Snow in Montana is just another RJ Scott holiday story because it's so much more than that, it's a little bit of everything, well there's no science fiction or paranormal elements but everything else is there.  The fact that it's all wrapped together in a great big Montana sized package with a big bright red bow on top just makes it even better.

Overall Series 1st Re-Read Review 2018:
This was my first re-read of Montana and life on the Crooked Tree Ranch(only the first four as Second Chance Ranch was just released) but it won't be my last.  This is another series that may not be a yearly re-read but it'll cross my kindle again and again.  There are so many people involved in these five stories and although each one centers on a new pair, its definitely one that needs to be read in order.  I love how the ranch seems to collect people and gives them a home but its the people already on the ranch that holds everyone together and makes it a loving home.  Some of the entries are pure romance, others hold an edge of mystery, but there's always plenty going on to keep me entertained and coming back.


His Christmas Sweater by CM Valencourt
Owen loves Christmas. From November 1st to New Year’s Eve, his world is nothing but ugly sweaters, peppermint mochas, and Mariah Carey holiday singles.

Jacob is a bit of a grinch. Since he’s gotten older, Christmas has never really been what he imagined. The closest he usually gets to festivities is an occasional bottle of peppermint schnapps.

When Owen’s journey to his parents’ house for their famous Christmas celebration gets cut short by the worst blizzard central Colorado has seen in years, he finds himself seeking shelter at the small roadside inn that Jacob manages. With Christmas rapidly approaching, Owen sets out to bring some holiday cheer to the hotel and its grumpy manager. Will Jacob be able to let Owen in before roads clear and Owen drives away forever?

A Miracle in the Library by Helena Stone
Seventeen-year-old Mitch McCann has been trying to dodge his bullies for eighteen months. He isn’t out, but that hasn’t stopped the popular gang at school from tormenting him for being gay. Three weeks before Christmas, in a desperate attempt to shake his pursuers, Mitch flees into the abandoned community hall, only to discover the building is far from empty; inside he finds a fully stocked library as well as Mr. Nichols, the very welcoming librarian.

The library turns into Mitch’s refuge of choice, where he can read books that answer his endless questions, without fear of encountering abuse. His peace of mind is shattered when nineteen-year-old Cian Leavy enters his sanctuary. Cian is the boy who made Mitch realize he’s gay, and he’s more attractive now than he was eighteen months ago, when Mitch literally ran into him.

Will Cian unwittingly disrupt Mitch’s life again? Or has the scene been set for a miracle in the library?

Sometimes the Best Presents Can't Be Wrapped by BG Thomas
Ned Balding used to be a decent man—until the stress of seemingly countless responsibilities changes him, and he becomes cold and driven—the kind of man who considers firing an employee days before Christmas. The kind of man who kicks a dog…. But Ned’s transgressions haven’t gone unseen. A Salvation Army Santa witnesses his misdeeds and decides Ned needs to be taught a lesson.

When Ned wakes up the next morning, he’s stunned to discover he’s been transformed into a dog.

In the past year, Jake Carrara has lost his mother, a lover… even his dog. His boss came close to firing him just before the holidays. He isn’t sure he’s ready for another pet when he’s asked to foster a dog, but Jake’s good heart won’t let him refuse. Little does he know, this isn’t just any dog.

Through a twist of fate, two people with little reason to be friends might teach each other to rediscover the good—and the love—in life.

A Very Marian Christmas by Lucy Lennox
Made Marian #7
12 Marian Men-A-Mating... I mean, A-Meeting
11 Blind Dates-A-Blinding 
10 Lords-A-Leaping (to conclusions)
9 Ladies Dancing (okay, maybe that's Griff)
8 Kids-A-Complaining 
7 Changes-A-Clothing
6 Love Junk Gadgets
4 Calling Neighbors
3 Nosy Grannies
2 Men Falling In Love
And a partridge in a pear tree.

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Snow in Montana by RJ Scott
Chapter 3
“Morning, Sunshine,” Saul said and slid a coffee across the table.

Ryan took it and grunted his thanks. His brother knew there was no way he would be capable of much rational speech this early in the morning, and they’d dropped into this system whereby perpetually cheerful Saul, the oldest of five boys, made everything better. How Saul could be this awake at 5:00 a.m., Ryan didn’t know.

Saul ran a bar. Carter’s Bar was his baby, and even though he had staff, he couldn’t have closed much before 2:00 a.m.

“What time do you need to be at Crooked Tree?”

Ryan glanced at his watch, but it was a blurry mess without his glasses or contacts. “Six.”

Something bumped his hand and he glanced sideways at the plate of toast.

“Eat,” Saul ordered.

“Yes, Dad,” Ryan snarked, then took a few bites. It was coffee he really wanted, and Sam might well have food he could scrounge when he got to the ranch. Or maybe Ashley had baked. Still, the toast helped, and the coffee began to work to sharpen his senses.

“Eddie is bringing the kids up on the weekend,” Saul said.

Ryan didn’t have to look to know that Saul had his ever-present diary notebook out on the table. Somehow the eldest Carter hadn’t let go of that need to look after all his brothers. There were columns for all of them in age order, and in there, Ryan knew, there would be notes of his shifts and anything else Ryan had mentioned. Saul was eighteen years and three days older than Ryan, and the other three Carter boys ranged in the middle.

Saul had been just old enough to take responsibility for his brothers at eighteen, including the baby Ryan. “How is he?”

“You’d know if you called him,” Saul admonished in that soft tone that made Ryan feel guilty in an instant.

“Last time I called he hung up on me,” he explained.

Saul muttered something and then sighed. “Saying you were going to do a background check on his new girlfriend will do that to a guy.”

“After what Sarah did to him—”

“It’s not our business, and Jenny is lovely, and she’s good with the kids.”

“Says the brother who knows exactly where we are and what we’re doing every minute of every freaking day.”

Saul changed the subject. “Thought we’d do a barbecue. Be here at noon?”

Ryan wanted to point out he wasn’t going to be anywhere else. He was on duty until eleven. He lived over the bar, sharing the apartment with Saul, so of course he’d be here.

“I’ll be there.”

Saul scratched something in the diary—probably some kind of tick in the attendance column.

“Bring a friend,” Saul said, his tone that infuriating mix of hope and interference. “How about Mark? I liked him. He was nice.”

Ryan was really not going there at 5:00 a.m. in the freaking morning. Mark had lasted exactly a week, right to the point when Mark explained how he wanted him and Ryan to have an open relationship.

“Back off,” he snarled, snapped, and laced it with a little brother’s patented whine. Then he pushed his chair back and stomped out of the kitchen.

“Ryan and Mark, sitting in a tree,” Saul shouted after him.

“Whatever.” He grimaced as he took the steps up to his room two at a time. At least now he was awake.

A shower, his contacts, and dressed in uniform, and he was back in the kitchen. One last coffee and he was out to his car.

When he arrived at Crooked Tree, he walked into chaos. Or at least it looked like chaos to him, but to everyone walking in and out of trailers in the parking lot it was probably highly organized chaos.


He turned to face the owner of the voice, spotted Sam and Justin just inside a large tent, and decided that direction was as good as any. He wanted to check in with Justin, see how the man was doing. A couple of people nodded at him, muttered “Officer” or “Sheriff,” but no one stopped to talk. Everyone had something to do, and Ryan wound his way past wires and boxes to what he assumed was the catering tent.

Justin had gone before he got there, leaving Sam and a table groaning with food. Two young guys there, both in chef’s whites, were clearly assisting with the burden of catering for however many people were present.

“Twenty-seven,” Sam explained, “but I catered for more, so help yourself.”

Ryan didn’t hesitate; he grabbed a plate of eggs, crispy bacon, and fluffy pancakes, and stood back in the corner, checking his watch every so often. Ten minutes to go and he’d cleared his plate while watching Sam doing his thing, ordering around his two assistants.

Still no sign of Justin coming back.

In fact, Justin did a very good job of avoiding Ryan, and with ten minutes to kill, Ryan decided to zip up his coat and go looking. Something about the way Justin wouldn’t quite look him in the eye had him feeling off. Justin had secrets—he’d been working for some shadowy kill squad after vanishing years ago with Adam. There was no information that Ryan could dig up, a blank of years that frustrated his analytical law enforcer’s brain.

He finally found his quarry standing with Marcus, hands in his pockets and a stony expression on his face. Marcus had been overwhelmed getting his son back, and Justin had tried hard to fit back into Crooked Tree life, but it was plain to see there was tension between father and son. When Ryan observed the two of them together, he often thought the pressure was going to snap into something more, but there was always a rigidity about Justin. The guy only truly relaxed when he was with Sam.

Justin saw him coming, lifted his chin, and stared. “Sheriff,” he said, with a nod.

“Ryan,” he emphasized, and not for the first time. “Call me Ryan.”

They were surely friends more than professional acquaintances. Being five years older than Justin meant they’d never been at school together, but still… more than just acquaintances, surely.

Another nod and Justin pressed his lips into a thin line. Ryan just knew that Justin wouldn’t be calling him by his first name.

Then they ran out of things to say. Or rather, Ryan wanted to ask questions and Justin didn’t want to answer them. They’d fallen into this weird, stony face-off, and Marcus had long since left.

“Can I talk to you?” Justin asked.

Ryan frowned and looked left and right. Justin was actually addressing him, right? “Of course.”

“Not here, not now. I’ll text you.”

And then he slipped away, sidestepping Ryan in one of his freaky ninja moves, and by the time Ryan made it to the front of the tent, Justin had vanished again.

Well, that wasn’t at all covert and weird. He shook his head and stepped out into the icy early morning half-light.

“Hey,” someone said from his side, “Good morning, Sheriff.”

Jordan was there, in so many layers of coats and scarves that it was difficult to see any more than a thin strip of his face, but Ryan would recognize those eyes anywhere. Then he remembered Jordan had a twin; was this Micah? They hadn’t looked the mirror image of each other, and Ryan couldn’t recall the color of Micah’s eyes.

Which reminded him he needed to google the man and find out about the father, then look for photos of Jordan and his twin, Micah.

For information purposes only, obviously.

“Hey,” Ryan said, abruptly very unsure.

Something in his tone must have shown hesitation because Jordan—or possibly Micah—pushed down the scarves from his face.

“Jordan. Remember me? I fell asleep in your car.”

Ryan held out a hand and they shook, which wasn’t easy when both were wearing heavy gloves.

Jordan kept talking, his voice less gruff than it had been two days ago, and he was staring right at Ryan.

For a second, Ryan imagined he had egg on his face and dismissed the idea. Just because a guy stared at him didn’t mean he had food on his face. He hadn’t the last time, and he didn’t now.

Still, he brushed at his mouth with his gloved hand, just in case, because Jordan made him feel like he wanted to look perfect.

What the hell? Where did that come from?

“I’m sorry about that, by the way,” Jordan carried on. “I usually don’t go sleeping in sheriffs’ cars.” He smiled, and Ryan’s brain short-circuited because, fuck, dimples.

“You spend a lot of time in sheriffs’ cars?” Ryan asked before his brain caught up with his mouth. I’m losing it.

Jordan shook his head. “No, I guess not. I was dosed up and ill.”

“I know.” And then he recalled the usual thing that normal people might say at this point. Normal, sane, rational, people. “Are you feeling better?”

Jordan wrapped his hands around himself and stamped a bit. “Much. Just freaking cold.”

Ryan searched his brain for an answer to that one while trying not to lose himself staring into those gray eyes. “It’s Montana,” he said lamely.

Jordan chuckled, coughed a little. “So it is. You want me to show you around?”

Ryan didn’t want to take Jordan away from whatever he was supposed to be doing, so he said, “I can do my own thing.”

“No, it’s okay. Follow me.”

Jordan pivoted and led Ryan through the maze of tents and wires, stopping and explaining that this was Production, this was their version of a green room, and this was Editing.

Ryan spoke to everyone, got a feel for the way things were running, and filed away as much information as he could. There wasn’t much he could say, although he had a list of things he needed to check when they were somewhere warmer. Not for his sake—he was plenty warm enough, a Montana native with enough layers to make him look like a snowman—but Jordan still hadn’t got the idea and he was shivering under the coat. Which had Ryan considering one question they hadn’t covered…

“How will you film outside scenes without coats?”

Jordan looked a little panicked for a moment, but it soon cleared and cheerful optimism seemed to carry him through. “We’ll be fine.”

Ryan didn’t want to point out that this was early in the day, and if there were night shoots, Jordan was in danger of becoming a Popsicle.

Jason arrived a little after nine, in uniform and clearly just off shift judging by the tiredness bracketing his eyes.

“Hey, little brother,” he said on a yawn.

That was the way he always addressed Ryan, but somehow, in front of Jordan, Ryan didn’t want to be identified as little. Then, Jason held out a hand, and he and Jordan did that whole awkward glove-slap thing.

“Jason Carter, MFD liaison,” Jason said and yawned again. “Sorry, long night.”

“Thank you for coming.”

Jason did that thing when he smiled and winked and showed way too much happy despite being exhausted. Ryan often wished he could channel Jason’s eternal happiness.

“You’re welcome,” Jason said with another smile. “Show me the way.”

And like that, Ryan’s part in this was over. He watched Jason and Jordan leave to check out whatever pyrotechnics plan they had cooked up, and realized he was standing there like a prize idiot and Jordan was looking back at him and sketching a small wave.

So, Ryan waved back, a thank-you wave—not at all a sexy wave, really—and then he felt even more of an idiot, so he left to find Jay, with his list of concerns in his head.

Jay was in his office, which wasn’t exactly his office anymore; Adam was sitting on one seat, Micah on the other. From the papers spread out on the desk, they were talking horses, and Ryan didn’t really have much to say on that, but he indicated he just needed paper and a pen and wrote out in careful block letters the things he thought needed checking out. Jay mouthed a thank you and placed the paper to one side with a thumbs up.

Ryan moved to leave but stopped when Adam grasped his hand.

“A word?” Adam asked softly and stepped out into the chaos without a jacket.

Ryan immediately went into protective mode, which was his default setting with Adam. After all, Adam had years of missing memories and still suffered from killer headaches. Should he be standing out in the cold? “Everything okay?”

“It’s Justin,” Adam said, worry in his expression.

“What about him?”

“Something’s wrong. He won’t talk to me or Ethan, and he’s quiet.”

“He’s always quiet,” Ryan said, not because he wanted to play devil’s advocate, but because it was the truth. Not only was Justin trained to be stealthy, he also played his cards close to his chest.

Too many secrets.

“No, this is more than normal, and I think it’s my fault.” Adam tapped his shoulder. “My tattoo. I woke up from a dream that I think could have been memories of the man who did the tattoo, and then I dreamed about being on that ranch and seeing the two men with me die. I mean, I’m not entirely sure, but when I told Justin, he just looked really pained and pale.”

Ryan filed away the information. Maybe this was what Justin needed to talk to him about. “I’ll talk to him,” he reassured Adam.

“There was something else…,” Adam murmured, as if he didn’t really want Ryan to hear and ask him what it was.


“In the dream….” He hesitated again, then couldn’t look Ryan in the eyes. “Justin was there in the dreams, front and center.”

Too many questions. “I’ll talk to him,” he repeated. Adam turned to leave, but Ryan stopped him with “Are you okay?”

Adam glanced back, a lost expression on his face, one Ryan had seen many times. “Today isn’t a good day, so I gave in and called Ethan. He was coming home anyway, so he’s just leaving earlier. I don’t like doing it, but I just…”

“Need him,” Ryan finished.


“Is there anything I can do?”

Sometimes Adam was too lost, needed his fiancé by his side, and Ethan was working his notice at the job in Missoula. They hadn’t worked out what he would do at Crooked Tree, but Ethan wanted to be with Adam full-time and not just between shifts.

Ryan wished they had the budget at the sheriff’s office, but that wasn’t happening anytime soon. They had a rookie and that was pretty much all they could afford.

“No, thank you. I’ll be okay,” Adam said.

And that answered everything. “Good.” Ryan ushered Adam back into the warm office, then left.

Justin was waiting for Ryan next to his car, his hands thrust deep into his jacket, a beanie pulled low on his head. “Hey.”

Justin always looked so wary, as if, at the drop of a hat, Ryan was going to pull his gun and arrest him or shoot him.

“Hey,” Ryan said, and waited for more.

“Is Adam okay? I saw you talking to him.”

Ryan considered lying, but Justin wasn’t stupid. “He thinks that he remembered something and wanted to talk to me about it.”

Justin gave a sharp nod. He was in constant movement from one foot to the other, his expression fixed on Ryan, but Ryan imagined he was aware of every single inch of his surroundings. Whoever trained him way back had done a good job.

“What exactly did he think he remembered?” Justin asked.

“You know I can’t divulge information like that.”

For the longest time, Justin stared at him, his expression blank. Then he sighed. “Tell me he’s okay.”

Ryan wished he could say that, wanted to be able to say that he was, but he would be lying. “You should talk to him,” he advised, because that was the best he could do.

Justin looked down and kicked at a stone next to his boot. “He won’t talk to me. He’s avoiding me, or I’m avoiding him, fuck knows.” When he returned his gaze to Ryan, there was real grief in his eyes. “He’s remembered something and he looks so beaten down. How can I help him?”

That was the most Justin had exposed of himself to Ryan, ever, and part of Ryan, the compassion that wished he could help, wanted desperately to explain that Adam was dealing with memories that made no sense.

He couldn’t.

“Find him. Talk to him if you can,” Ryan said, and then he added with feeling, “I’m sorry, Justin.”

“Not your fault.” Justin drew himself tall. “I’ve got him. I’ll do what’s best for him.” He added, “Always.”

If only it was that easy.

They shook hands, and Justin walked back up to Branches.

Justin held too many secrets, and that scared Ryan. Because after today, with what Adam had told him, secrets could destroy Justin and Adam and any friendship they may have.

And likely rip families apart in the process.

Sometimes the Best Presents Can't Be Wrapped by BG Thomas
NED BALDING was dragged out of his home crying and howling, toward a van. Terrified, he fought to get away—to run—with every ounce of energy he had. But there was a leather loop around his neck attached to a long pole, and a strong burly man was pushing and shoving him toward the van’s open doors.

Ned snarled. Fought. Tried to bite, even.

He was being taken away!

Ned howled all the more and dug his bare feet into the grass of his front yard. He was naked, and anyone could see. Horrifying! Humiliating! The two of them reached the vinca-vine-covered greenway between the sidewalk and the curb, and he tried to dig his feet in there as well, driving his toes into the dirt and thick ground cover, thrashing to either side, but the man was too strong! Now he was on the hot blacktop, and it burned the soles of his feet. God, had it snowed only yesterday? And now his feet were burning?

Got to get away! Run! Run run run! Get someplace where someone can help me.

But the man next to him had grabbed hold of that choking leather band looped around his neck and, with muscles far stronger than Ned’s, was fighting, shoving, manhandling him up into the van—

Stop! No! Don’t do this!

—and he was absolutely terrified.

“Don’t hurt him” came the voice of Lillian, one of his oldest friends, from behind. Why was she letting this happen?

And no! What was inside the van was enough to make him redouble his efforts not to be shoved inside. Cages! He was going to be put in a cage. Oh, and the smells. God no. Shit and piss and something underneath it all. Something truly awful. He just wasn’t sure what.

He was up and into the van now, and when that man tried to climb in after him, Ned turned and tried to bite him. Yes! To bite him!

“Oh no!” the man cried and twisted Ned’s neck painfully. “Fuck you, you mongrel. In! Get in there.”

Ned was forced back into a kennel—a plastic kennel!—and his terror intensified. He panicked, but the man was so incredibly strong, and before he could absorb that it had really happened, he was inside. His captor loosened the leather loop and slipped it right off his neck, and before Ned could react, the door slammed with a loud click! and he was locked in.

Ned howled! He spun around inside the kennel and tried to bite the man’s hand, but the bastard was wearing heavy gloves that stopped Ned from doing any kind of damage.

No! He thrust his head high so he could howl again but hit it hard on the top of the kennel, and he cried out and then just… threw himself down in defeat.

He cried. He cried and cried and cried.

And the man? Who had been so angry and cruel and vicious?

His expression slowly changed from one of pure outrage—

The man? Outraged? I’m the one in the kennel!

—to one of… sympathy.

“Jesus Patootie, doggie…,” he said. He shook his head slowly and sighed. Ned could smell the sweat that ran down the man’s face. That and something else he’d never smelled before. And then it hit him. He was smelling the man’s fear. How? How could he smell fear?

“What happened to you, doggie?” the man asked.

Ned cried. He couldn’t stop.

Look what life had brought him.

Only yesterday he’d sat at his desk and looked at the divorce papers that had been handed to him. He’d thought life had dealt him a really bad blow. But that? That was nothing.

Because now, believe it or not, folks—and he was finally seeing that it was true—he, Ned Balding, was a dog.

A Very Marian Christmas by Lucy Lennox

RJ Scott
USA Today bestselling author RJ Scott writes stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, a happily ever after.

RJ Scott is the author of over one hundred romance books, writing emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

She’s always thrilled to hear from readers, bloggers and other writers. Please contact via the links below.

C.M. ValencourtCM Valencourt
C.M. Valencourt is a new m/m romance author. They started devouring queer fiction when they still had to smuggle it into their parents’ Catholic household, and dreamed of writing books about queer people finding love ever since. They like figure skating, ghost hunting shows, and Carly Rae Jepsen. You can find out more about their books and learn about upcoming releases at their website.

Helena Stone
Helena Stone can’t remember a life before words and reading. After growing up in a household where no holiday or festivity was complete without at least one new book, it’s hardly surprising she now owns more books than shelf space while her Kindle is about to explode.

The urge to write came as a surprise. The realisation that people might enjoy her words was a shock to say the least. Now that the writing bug has well and truly taken hold, Helena can no longer imagine not sharing the characters in her head and heart with the rest of the world.

Having left the hustle and bustle of Amsterdam for the peace and quiet of the Irish Country side she divides her time between reading, writing, long and often wet walks with the dog, her part-time job in a library, a grown-up daughter and her ever loving and patient husband.

BG Thomas
B.G. loves romance, comedies, fantasy, science fiction and even horror—as far as he is concerned, as long as the stories are character driven and entertaining, it doesn't matter the genre. He has gone to conventions since he was fourteen years old and has been lucky enough to meet many of his favorite writers. He has made up stories since he was child; it is where he finds his joy.

In the nineties, he wrote for gay magazines but stopped because the editors wanted all sex without plot. "The sex is never as important as the characters," he says. "Who cares what they are doing if we don't care about them?" Excited about the growing male/male romance market, he began writing again. Gay men are what he knows best, after all. He submitted his first story in years and was thrilled when it was accepted in four days.

"Leap, and the net will appear" is his personal philosophy and his message to all. "It is never too late," he states. "Pursue your dreams. They will come true!"

Lucy Lennox
After enjoying creative writing as a child, Lucy didn’t write her first novel until she was over 40 years old. Her debut novel, Borrowing Blue, was published in the autumn of 2016. Lucy has an English Literature degree from Vanderbilt University, but that doesn’t hold a candle to the years and years of staying up all night reading tantalizing novels on her own. She has three children, plays tennis, and hates folding laundry. While her husband is no shmoopy romance hero, he is very good at math, cooks a mean lasagne, has gorgeous eyes, looks hot in his business clothes, and makes her laugh every single day.

Lucy hopes you enjoy sexy heroes as much as she does. Happy reading!

RJ Scott

Sean Crisden(Narrator)

CM Valencourt

Helena Stone

BG Thomas

Lucy Lennox

Snow in Montana by RJ Scott

His Christmas Sweater by CM Valencourt
A Miracle in the Library by Helena Stone

Sometimes the Best Presents Can't Be Wrapped by BG Thomas

A Very Marian Christmas by Lucy Lennox

Release Blitz: Trusting Jack by Ruby Moone

Title: Trusting Jack
Author: Ruby Moone
Series: MC Securities #1
Genre: M/M Romance, Holiday
Release Date: December 10, 2018
Cover Design: Meredith Russell
With only a few days to go until Christmas, Michael Cross has to admit there is something amiss about his latest employee, Jack Whelan. Quiet, jumpy, thin… he never seems to eat. He is also incredibly gorgeous with dark spiky hair that Michael aches to touch. But as his boss, Jack is off limits. And when it comes to relationships, he…well, he sucks.

Jack Whelan is at the end of his tether. He’s living rough in the middle of winter, and paying off a massive debt, so getting a job with MC Securities is a lifeline. His new boss is also the hottest guy ever. Geeky, broody, and scarily clever.

When Michael stumbles upon the reality of Jack’s life, he offers to help. But as Michael’s feelings deepen, and Jack’s terrible past catches up with him, Michael has to decide between believing in the awful truth that is staring him in the face, or trusting Jack.

Author Bio:
My name is Ruby Moone and I love books. All kinds of books. My weakness is for romance, and that can be any kind, but I am particularly fond of historical and paranormal. I decided to write gay romance after reading some fantastic books and falling in love with the genre, so am really thrilled to have my work published here. The day job takes up a lot of my time, but every other spare moment finds me writing or reading. I live in the north west of England with my husband who thinks that I live in two worlds. The real world and in the world in my head...he probably has a point!


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