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Spotlight: Groom of Convenience by Viktor Alexander – #Trans #Historical #Romance #Giveaway @VVeeB

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Title: Groom of Convenience (Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm #1)
Author Name: Vicktor Alexander
Publication Date & Length: October 17, 2014 – 300 pgs

Synopsis

In an alternate universe, in the country of Angland, 1814, the gentry live lives of culture and class. It is a time of courtships, marriages of convenience, and titles, where scandal can ruin an entire family. Gender lines are blurred, and making a good match is of utmost importance. Children are born to men and women, which has led to the acceptance of same-sex marriages.

Lady Lucien Timothy Hawthorne is shocked and angry when he is betrothed against his will to Lord Heathcliff Eddington, III, the Duke of Pompinshire. While drowning his frustration at a popular gentleman’s club, he meets “Robert,” a gorgeous older man whom he sleeps with as “Timmy,” regardless of the potential damage to his reputation.

After their liaison, Lucien corresponds with Robert via letters left at Remmington, and they decide to elope. Before they can get away, Lucien meets his betrothed, Heathcliff, who he is surprised to discover is also his beloved, Robert. Both men desire a marriage of the heart, but they find out that sometimes a marriage of convenience can turn into love under the right circumstances. But Lucien has a secret, and Tlondon isn’t as safe as they once thought.

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Lucien inhaled deeply and then began to softly sing “Ae Fond Kiss,” a popular Tscottish ballad written twenty years prior, sliding his eyelids closed, afraid of any negative reaction from his betrothed. His mother used to sing it to him every night before leaving for a ball or party she was obligated to attend. Rosemary would sing the song and then kiss the top of his head. Annabelle would be waiting at the door, and when Rosemary finished, thinking that Lucien was asleep, she would meet Annabelle at the door, and the two of them would share a sweet kiss and then leave.

Lucien loved those late-night lullabies by his mother, cherished them, and when he went to bed, even at his advanced age, he would sing the song to himself until he would fall asleep.

Finishing the last note of the song, Lucien opened his eyes and looked at Heathcliff, expecting to find him asleep, only to find him looking at him in wonder. “What?” he asked. “You have a beautiful voice, Lucien,” Heathcliff told him. Lucien blushed and ducked his head. “Thank you,” he whispered. Heathcliff’s fingers under his chin brought his face back up, and he found himself looking into Heathcliff’s eyes. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me. Never hide from me,” Heathcliff told him. “You have a beautiful voice. One that has obviously been handcrafted by the very touch of God. The beauty of your voice is rivaled only by the beauty of your face, which does not compare to the beauty of your spirit.”

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Vicktor “Vic” Alexander wrote his first story at the age of ten and hasn’t stopped writing since. He loves reading about anything and everything and is a proud member of the little known U.N. group (Undercover Nerds) because while he lives, eats, breathes, and sleeps sports, he also breathes history and science fiction and grew up a Trekkie. But don’t ask him about Dungeons & Dragons, because he has no idea how to play that game. When it comes to writing he loves everything from paranormal to contemporary to fantasy to historical and is known not only for being the Epilogue King but also for writing stories that cross lines and boundaries that he doesn’t know are there. Vic is a proud father of two daughters one of whom watches over him from Heaven with his deceased partner Christopher. Vic is a proud trans* and gay man, and when he is not writing, he is hanging out with his friends, or being distracted by videos of John Barrowman, Scott Hoying, and Shemar Moore. Vicktor has published numerous bestselling novels and has a WIP list that makes him exhausted just thinking about. He knows that he will be still be writing about hot men falling in love with each other, long after he is living in an assisted living facility, flirting with the hot, male nurses.

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Spotlight: Murder in Torbaydos by Ian James Krender – #Historical #Horror #MM #Romance #Paranormal @IanJamesKrender

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Title: Murder in Torbaydos
Author Name: Ian James Krender
Publication Date & Length: November 12, 2014 – 351 pgs

Synopsis

Old houses hide secrets, sometimes dark ones.

In the 1970s, London based family Marjorie, Stanley, and their theatrically bent son fall in love with a dilapidated Victorian seaside villa. Dreaming of a better life, they transform the property into a luxury guesthouse, ignorant of the tragic events that occurred there at the beginning of the century. They discover that their guests are not the only other occupants in the building.

The souls trapped within the house offer the temptation of wealth and power, but all come with a deadly price. Stanley, supported by his ambitious wife, enters political office. Marjorie will stop at nothing to achieve her goals for her husband, no matter who gets in the way.

Thirty years later, an affluent gay couple, Jez and Graham, purchase the hotel, which now unoccupied has once again fallen into disrepair. They are blissfully unaware of the building’s grisly past. Jez falls under the influence of the spirits within the house, rapidly achieving fame, fortune, and a life beyond his wildest imagination, but the price is ultimately the corruption of his very soul.

Bound by a common destiny, both Marjorie and Jez’s fates lie inextricably intertwined across time, connected to the house. Their gruesome realization is that death is not necessarily a release.

Warning: Occasional scenes of graphic violence

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I write this book in my twilight years. Though considerable time has passed since these tragic events occurred, thereis no doubt in my mind that it will be controversial. Some people will suspect me of profiteering. However, if I am privileged enough to see this work published, then I will donate any proceeds to the affected surviving family members. The money would be of little use to me now, as I am elderly, and I have no heirs.

Perhaps writing this is a form of therapy, a way to assuage my own guilt. Goodness knows, I have spent much time reflecting on the ‘what ifs.’ Over the years, I have learned to forgive myself the errors of my past. However, I will never forget the pain that I have caused others through my poor decisions.

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I am a gay man in my early forties. I escaped the London rat race by buying a small hotel in the beautiful coastal town of Torquay, England with my civil partner. My career has been in business but I have written articles on a freelance basis for a gay website that is part of the Gaydar group. I am passionate about reading and writing and try to squeeze both into my busy week. My hobbies include watching films, travelling and I am a keep-fit fanatic. The hotel provides me with a constant source of writing material, given my interactions with the weird and wonderful British public. I served briefly as a police officer in London and considered writing a story about this, but I do not think anyone would believe me. I am an alumnus from the great seat of learning known as Portsmouth University.

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4 and 3.5 Stars for The Mistress of Thornfield by Zac Blue – @mugwumppress #FF #Bi #bisexual #Erotic #Short

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Title: The Mistress of Thornfield
Author Name: Zac Blue
Publication Date & Length: November 28, 2014 – 12k

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The nineteen-year-old maid knew the unspoken rules of Victorian society but broke them anyway, unleashing a dark curse upon Thornfield Hall. 

Rochester has fled, leaving Grace alone with her mad mistress and the consequences of their transgressions. Now the young maid must attempt to conquer the darkness that her flawed plan to cuckold her master has loosed upon Thornfield.

 A dark sexuality has been awakened in the bisexual mistress of Thornfield.

Bertha Rochester has tasted temptation and wants more. Her innocence destroyed, the dark beauty has come into her own as mistress of Thornfield. Grace watches helpless as Bertha fills the household with strong, brutal men who are as willing to commit murder as participate in an orgy if their mistress demands it.

Grace’s only ally is an enigmatic gypsy with secrets of her own.

The voluptuous Madame Magenta appears at Thornfield with a dire warning, and Grace must decide if she can be trusted. The attraction between the two bisexual women, however, cannot be denied and distrust soon gives way to passion. The maid and the gypsy, both outcasts in Victorian society, devise a plan to save Thornfield and its tormented master from the growing madness of his estranged wife.

The depths of Mrs. Rochester’s dark desires, however, will not become apparent until Grace stumbles upon her mistress’s darkest orgy yet.

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FourStars

This book is a definitely continuation of the previous book. I wish it had rehashed what happened with Mr. Rochester at the end of the book a bit more to help me remember it better, but overall, the story line from book 1 to book 2 was continued and explained. I do not, however, suggest reading this book without reading the first beforehand.

Once again, Zac Blue has wowed me with the writing. This book has quite a bit more plot in it than the first one, and I really enjoyed seeing where the story was going to potentially go. I loved the introduction of Magda. It was a character that fit perfectly with Grace and helped move the plot along, and really was just very well done. In a short period of time, Magda was well-rounded and damn hot. The connection Magda had with Grace is one of the sincerest  connections/relationships in the entire series thus far.

I’m definitely waiting for the next installment to see how the situation is resolved. The complications Blue has thrown into the mix have definitely created an intense problem waiting to be resolved in some fiery heat, I’m sure. This book is a great read, and it’s definitely on my re-read list.

~AJ

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This is the second novella in the erotic Jane Eyre-based series. I have to admit, I liked this one less than the last one. The charm has worn off a little. However, it seems as though that might have been intentional for the purposes of the narrative.

I’m honestly not sure how I feel about the weird sex-magic part. The idea that women having and enjoying sex they choose as “demonic” has long been a part of cultures that oppress women. I’m a little uncomfortable with seeing it expressed so baldly, especially given that it seems Grace is being punished for introducing Mrs. Rochester to “demon sex.” I’ll reserve judgment, however, until I read the conclusion of the story.

The story is short, and I was able to read it quickly. I’m looking forward to seeing how the whole thing draws to its conclusion.

I give it 3.5 stars.

Amy

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Mrs. Rochester, as Grace now thought of her, was different, becoming something else, a half-formed creature still determining its own form. Grace knew that her bluebird was gone. The innocent flutter had left her lips to be replaced by a sharp, greedy peck. The nervous tongue was now assured and spoke with a knowledge beyond that which Grace had taught it.

Grace did not say anything. She just fell back into the routine of attendance at Mrs. Rochester’s side and in her bed.

Three shadows danced across the wall, swaying and merging into one.

Lucas was on his knees, his hard cock deep inside Grace’s cunt and Grace, her arse high to allow him to push even deeper, had her face buried between Mrs. Rochester’s legs, lips sucking and tongue probing her pussy with each thrust of Lucas’s cock.

Of all the men she had fucked at Thornfield, it was the quiet Lucas that served Grace best, because he was in love. He loved Grace with an uncomplicated devotion and a fury that meant he pounded her as hard as she could stand and, when she had taught him, as long as she needed. Right now, fucking and coming were all that made sense; she did both as often as possible.

“Devour this flesh,” moaned Mrs. Rochester as Grace sucked hard and let her tongue push against the throb in time with each pound of her own cunt. Her face was buried between her lover’s legs, eyes closed. She did not want to look at Mrs. Rochester.

Then a strong hand was in Grace’s long red hair, pulling her up. Grace screwed her eyes tightly shut, hoping it would be mistaken for ecstasy.

“Grace.”

Just one word in that new, dark, liquid voice and Grace was staring up at her.

Mrs. Rochester’s eyes, black and burning like newly fired coals. This thing she was becoming rising like a phoenix from the fire that Grace herself had ignited. The darkest of passions and need.

Grace felt every muscle tighten. Those deep inside her strangled Lucas’s cock and he let out a long, hard moan and, as he had been taught, pulled back and came on her arse.

No! It was too soon!

But Lucas was already retreating into the shadows. He knew that his time was over as much as he knew that he had not satisfied his mistress. The fact that she had not come was bad enough. The hateful cramp of unfulfilled passion would linger but eventually fall away. But now she was alone with Mrs. Rochester and, since the pretty little bluebird had flown, these were the moments that she longed to escape as Lucas had done, into silent shadows.

“Make me scream, Grace.” Mrs. Rochester, the bluebird that even tasted differently. The honeysuckle sweetness had become a mix of dark spices in her mouth. It was something that in all her years Grace had never encountered. Something dark inside Grace, which she had long trapped and jailed, responded to this taste and it drove her on, her own pleasure forgotten, the taste driving her tongue deep inside.

Mrs. Rochester pushed her hips upward, spread her legs wider. Grace rose up a little so that her tongue could slide down almost vertically into the wet cunt. She felt muscles tighten around her tongue like a hand round her throat. She pushed deeper and the moans began to rise and twist. Her lips pressed hard against the soft folds; her hands slid beneath and grabbed Mrs. Rochester’s round peach arse, pulling her higher.

“Grace! Grace, I am coming! I am becoming!” Mrs. Rochester’s words slipped into something that was insanity, a mixture of half words and inventions as she bucked once, twice and then with a scratching scream came hard against Grace’s mouth.

The scream seemed to thrash around the room like a trapped bird and finally silenced, leaving the soft, satisfied whimpers of Mrs. Rochester.

They were entwined on the bed, damp with sweat and spent desire. Mrs. Rochester played with Grace’s long red hair and locked her eyes onto hers. Grace felt the cramp in her stomach that came when her own pleasures and needs were left unsatisfied.

“He will return, Grace.” Mrs. Rochester did not need to mention her husband by name.

It was the conversation Grace had been dreading but had known would come. Grace had a gnawing certainty that somehow Mrs. Rochester had knowledge of what had happened between her and her husband, although she had never addressed it directly, not that any wronged wife ever did. Such indiscretions were commonplace and ladies did not recognise the baser instincts of their gentlemen and the women they exercised them with. As long as they did not attempt to exercise them with their ladies, the situation would probably carry on for eternity.

“I will protect you, my blue . . .” Grace stropped as she looked into the eyes that studied her.

“I know you are devoted to my protection, Grace. I know your plan, that you kept so close to your breast. To seed me with Lucas’s child and ward off Rochester with the threat of a wailing bastard on his doorstep.”

The plan had not accounted for the Rochester seed that was now inside her, that had taken root. That, unlike the others, she wanted to keep, wanted to grow and nourish inside her.

“But that seed is dead, Grace.”

The heat rose in Grace’s body, blooming dark on her cheeks. Which seed? Did this new thing that was Mrs. Rochester have “the sight?” Did her dark wells see into Grace’s troubled thoughts and pluck out this child that was inside her?

“The seed that Lucas planted in me lived for a few days. But that night when you confronted my husband and he assaulted you, my poor sweet Grace, that night the seed died inside me. I felt it, Grace.”

The heat was gone and an ice flow took Grace’s blood and flesh. The relief that Mrs. Rochester knew not of her own encounter, or at least did not mention it, was consumed by the words and the knowledge that nothing could live inside this woman that used to be her bluebird. That used to love her with such sweet moans.

“He will have to be killed, Grace. I think you know that. If I am to live, he must die.” Mrs. Rochester took Grace’s face between her hands, a new strength in those dainty fingers, as if she could crush Grace between them. “Grace, you are the clever one. You must make a new plan, one that will set me free. Will you do that, Grace?” Mrs. Rochester’s dusky eyes were round and large and Grace could not escape them.

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It was dark when Grace found herself back in the library where Mr. Rochester had come inside her and made her moan and buck and orgasm like she had never before.

Now the room was a twilight place, a soft moon outside threw silver across the carpet where he had fucked her. Her cunt ached. She did not recognise herself in the sliver of window that the curtains had not been drawn against. She had lost control. She had lost her bluebird and lost him.

The rage began to rise in her; it bathed the ache between her legs and, as it often did, her anger brought the clarity she needed.

She slowly shed her clothes, standing naked in the library. Where he had received her, where he had taken her. Now she would take what she wanted. Without the complications of others, that primal power that came from control of yourself.

Her hands moved to her small, round breasts, found the nipples begging to be pinched and rolled. She made them stand hard and pink and then pinched them red. The pain was hers; she controlled it. She let out a gasp of pleasure.

She cupped her breasts and let her mouth dribble down on them. She began to squeeze and tease in this new liquidity, knowing that further wetness was developing between her legs; it was rising, drowning the hurt and the ache that lay there. The ache for control, for her bluebird and for him. But none of that mattered now. All that mattered was her pleasure.

She let her hands move across her stomach. Her palms rested flat for a moment. Waiting for a movement that was impossible at such a short interval after planting, but waiting anyway.

Then her hands moved on. One slid to her tight, little arse, stroking it with fingernails to the fore. Tapping out her desire with fingers. The other found the hood of her clit and for a moment she let her palm rest on it, feeling the throb increasing, the twitch that she herself had put there. The itch that was hers alone to scratch.

Thumb and forefinger took the flesh between them, rolling and pinching. Her moans were getting louder, but she knew she would not be disturbed. The servants all knew her moans, and that if they were not invited to join they should keep out. She was still the mistress of fucking in this place, but she heard the whispers. She saw the way they looked to her when she commanded them and the second look they now gave to Mrs. Rochester.

Damn! She felt the ache rising again. Damn!

No! This was her moment. This was her cunt, her house, her fucking life. She pinched the hood hard and let out a yelp; the wetness increased, and she sank to the floor, spreading her legs wide.

She let two fingers tease the contours of her cunt lips. Her other hand teased her tight arsehole. It was not a route she often struck, but this was needed. All that ache had to be engulfed by pleasure so overwhelming that when she came it would be banished as if an errant child dispatched to a boarding school.

Her fingernails found the folds of her lips and played them back and forth. Grace let herself moan loudly.

“Fuck me.” Her words to herself alone.

She pushed two expert fingers inside her wet cunt, tightening herself around them, knowing that such a grip would not bring a premature end as it did with so many useless men. But not with him. He drove past that. Where was he this night? What had his words meant?

“No,” she snarled.

Fingers pushing inside her cunt now, legs wide, crooked, hips up and meeting each movement.

The heat rose from her; the sweat coated her tight, young body as her fingers controlled every inch of her. Sliding in her cunt, pushing to that spot, so long ago found, so often missed by others, her true centre, pushing harder, moans loud, breath ragged.

She felt the familiar shiver, but it was deeper, rising in a wave that she felt might never end. Her fingers drove her body to arch and writhe, made her scream loudly.

She stopped dead. Pulled the fingers from herself. Breathing hard, heart pumping her full of want. This was hers. She could have everything; she was the mistress of this place and of herself and this was denial. She licked the pleasure from her fingers and returned them to the tease. There was no ache. There was only need and satisfaction that were both at her fingertips.

She looked up at that sliver of glass and saw herself again. Nothing would cloud her; there was no haze. She was Grace Poole, and whatever darkness inhabited this place would be conquered or controlled as she saw fit.

Fingers inside again, slowly relocating the rhythm, pushing slow and deep.

Yes!

Hard slamming now, screaming at the gates of heaven and hell, waves rising through her, moans and curses spitting from her as she bucked hard as the orgasm swept through her like a spark through kindling.

She came hard and loud. She still fingered herself, wanting more, without any thought, just the brutal need that was the essence of her being. She came again and shook like a creature possessed, heart exploding, mouth uttering gasps and moans and, after several minutes, the softest whimpers of satisfaction.

After many minutes of recovery, where she enjoyed the diminishing of the shivers that had possessed her flesh, she dressed and sat in his chair. She was filled with purpose. The ache would return, she had little doubt of that, but she would control it. She would control everything. Mrs. Rochester, Lucas, all those who had served her and given her pleasure would be hers again.

When she left the library, she heard raised voices at the main entrance. Mrs. Fairfax and the butler were arguing with a third, unknown person. A woman with a gravely voice that rose above theirs.

Fairfax saw Grace and rushed toward her.

“Such an affair! Miss Grace, there is a mad woman without.” Fairfax was red in her cheeks.

“Then turf her from the grounds.” Grace had no time for such trivial matters.

“Where is Grace Poole?” The gravel voice.

Grace was startled but in control; this was her house.

“Let her in.”

A gypsy swathed in dark colours, veiled and hidden, pushed past the butler. There was nothing but her eyes to be seen.

“How do you know of me?” demanded Grace.

“I know many things. Of darkness and of light, of pasts and of futures. I know what you have unleashed upon the world, Grace Poole.”

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Zachary Bluebird III lives in the burnt out ruin of his imagination after his crazy ex-wife tried to set it on fire. She may still be running round on the third floor of his psyche somewhere. He writes erotica with a literary twist that sometimes gets very twisted. He is a slave to the Mugwump ethos of banging it hard. He has lots of headaches and sore thumbs, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

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3.5 Stars for Ancient House of Cards by Bryan T. Clark @bryantclarkx2 #MM #romance

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Title: Ancient House of Cards
Author Name: Bryan T. Clark
Publication Date & Length: Feb 21, 2014 – 196 pgs

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Sebastian Morales is smart, gorgeous and has just turned 30. He is also one of the youngest Priests to be assigned to the sleepy little town of Morris Colorado, nestled just below the majestic Rocky Mountains.

Born in a remote village in Spain, Father Morales’ life had been perfectly scripted as he obtained his dreams. Now in America, he is at task with revitalizing an aging congregation. The job seems easy until he meets Ian Stephens. Ian is troubled, good looking, openly gay and trapped between his own dreams and the responsibility he feels for the care of his aging mother.

Escorting his mother to Sunday Mass one morning, Ian and Father Morales’ life intersect, changing both forever. Ian believes he has seen something in the Father’s eyes that morning, a spark, an intuition, or was he just fantasizing about the seductively alluring priest.

Ian is willing to risk it all in order to find the answer, in turn feeding his own sexual desires and causing boundaries to be questioned by everyone.

After an unforeseen yet unforgettable kiss between the two men, will an Ancient House of Cards be toppled when they are faced with confronting the moral dilemma that neither of them can escape?

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ThreeandHalfStars

I chose this book because I can’t resist stories with spiritual or religious themes. For the most part, I enjoyed it.

As with any story, my favorite part is always the characters. The people populating this story were interesting and diverse, and none of them felt flat to me. I liked reading about their various struggles, all of which were relatable. Their human failings made them more, not less, likable and intriguing.

I appreciated that the characters were not all standard, white Americans. There was quite a bit of diversity. And I did think it was fun that Ian’s best friend was named Niles and had a cat called Mr. French. Those were details I found particularly charming.

I did feel that the writing was uneven at times. There were some absolutely brilliant moments, including some of the details about the setting and some of the character interactions. At other times, however, the narrative seemed flat and the dialog a bit stiff. The whole thing could have benefited from a thorough going-over by an editor or a few skilled beta readers.

The end also left me feeling a bit deflated. That wasn’t because of where the main characters ended up but because it felt rushed. I had been hoping throughout that we might see a bit more depth regarding their spirituality, but it never quite got there. Then, at the end, there was an epilogue that sort of tidied things up. Unfortunately, it wasn’t terribly realistic, and not enough time passed for the particular scenario to have been realistic.

Overall, it was an enjoyable read, and I recommend it, but with the qualifier that it may not be what you’re looking for if you want a book with deeper spiritual themes.

I give it 3.5 stars.

~Amy

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Bryan Thomas Clark is a boisterous extravert who is a proud member of the LGBT community. For the last 30 years, he has enjoyed a career in Law Enforcement. On the weekends is when his characters are born and grow into the people his readers will fall in love with. Behind his keyboard working on his next novel, he writes gay fiction with an emphasis on a moral dilemma and M/M romance.

On the rare occasions he isn’t writing, Bryan enjoys traveling, following his husband around the state of California to various equestrian competitions, lying by a body of water soaking up the sun, or watching a good movie while snuggled up with his husband and dog on the couch.

Born in Boston, Massachusetts, Bryan now resides in the Central Valley of California with his husband of twenty-eight years and their four legged loyal companion, Miss Celie.

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A Place to Call Their Own by L. Dean Pace- Frech – #M/M #LBGT @deanpacefrech

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Title: A Place to Call Their Own
Author Name: L. Dean Pace-Frech
Publication Date & Length: July 2012 – 149 pages

Synopsis

Is it possible for two Civil War veterans to find their place in the world on the Kansas Prairie?

When the War Between the States ended in 1865 many Americans emerged from the turmoil energized by their possibilities for the future. Frank Greerson and Gregory Young were no different. After battling southern rebels and preserving the Union, the two men set out to battle the Kansas Prairie and build a life together. Frank yearned for his own farm, away from his family—even at the risk of alienating them. Gregory, an only child, returned home to claim his inheritance to help finance their adventure out west.

Between the difficult work of establishing a farm on the unforgiving Kansas prairie, and the additional obstacles provided by the weather, Native Americans and wild animals, will their love and loyalty be enough to sustain them through the hardships?

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FourStars

This book was set as a historical novel that takes place after the civil war – it was a story of two determined friends/lovers, Gregory and Frank, who wanted the freedom to live their lives together.

At first I was a little unsure of the story. There were a lot of descriptions that I didn’t feel really added to the story, they were more filler. However, as the story continued, the author was able to developed the relationships between Gregory and Frank’s neighbors, that they ended up settling near. It was refreshing to see a story that was able to capture how hard living off the land is and show what lengths people would go to help their fellow neighbor and farmer.

I do wish that we could have learned a little more about their time in the service and seen the relationship between the two main characters be developed a little more. The reader only saw the surface of their relationship. We saw how hard working they were and read about how they wanted to move West to live together, but I didn’t really see how their relationship grew – it was simply that they had a relationship.

The author took the reader on a long, arduous journey that had some ups and downs, but was an overall feel good story.

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With inspiration from some historical tourism sites, the love of reading, and a desire to write a novel, L. Dean Pace-Frech started crafting his debut novel, A Place to Call Their Own, in 2008. After four years of writing and polishing the manuscript, he submitted it for publication and Musa Publishing offered him a contract in early 2013.

Dean lives in Kansas City, Missouri with his partner, Thomas, and their two cats. They are involved in their church and enjoy watching movies, outdoor activities in the warmer weather and spending time together with friends and family. In addition to writing, Dean enjoys reading and patio gardening.

Prior to novels, Dean did some technical writing in his career.
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4.5 Stars for Disappear with Me by L. Dean Pace-Frech #M/M #historical #romance

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Title: Disappear with Me
Author Name: L. Dean Pace-Frech
Publication Date & Length: Dec 4, 2013 — 261 pgs

Synopsis

Love is greater than hope or faith, but can Reverend Leander Norris convince a jury that the love he shares with another man is natural?

In 1910, the United Kingdom was in turmoil. King Edward died after only nine years on the throne. The social class system that upheld British society for centuries was being chipped away by social, political, and economic unrest across the Commonwealth. Amidst this backdrop, Reverend Leander Norris is accused of sodomy. After discovering his own self-worth and unconditional love, Leander finds the courage to stand up for what he believes is right and pleads not guilty to the charges. Throughout the trial, Leander’s past is revealed, including the temptations that bring the accusations against him. By the end of the trail, Leander is once again reunited with a romantic interest from the past by the end of the trial; it may be too late to rekindle any love that might remain, given the circumstances of the era and Reverend Leander’s likely sentence.

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FourandHalfStars

Once again, I’m out of my typical, comfortable box when it comes to genre literature. I’m not usually one to pick up historical fiction, let alone historical romance. However, this one piqued my curiosity for the faith/spirituality angle, and I’m glad I took a chance.

When I think of a good story, the element that is most important to me is the characters. From the first pages I was drawn to the main character, Leander, and his world and struggles. Yet I also felt connections with the other supporting players, from those mentioned only briefly–such as the jurors at his trial–to his closest companions and lovers. There are no weak, flat characters in this story.

Though the storyline itself is tender and romantic rather than exciting and action-packed, the flow was still fast-paced enough to grab my attention and hold it. I read it on and off over the course of a couple of days; I didn’t want to put it down.
For me, the best part was that it was both deeply romantic and deeply spiritual, an expert blending of both. I have no doubt this is intentional–the main character himself sees his love for his various partners as spiritual. And though other characters attempt to impose shame on him, he never accepts it, maintaining his right throughout to live his life in peace and happiness.
Reading this was an emotional ride for me. Leander’s strong love for God, his lovers, those under his care, and the Bible shine through every part of the story, as though he is simply so full of life and love that he can’t help spilling it over into every act, including standing strong in his convictions. I am convinced this is what it means to truly be like Jesus.
I have no misgivings about  recommending this book to just about anyone. Although the themes might be considered “adult” in nature, there is no explicit content, and I would not feel strange about giving this to my own children in a few years when the religious and social contexts will make more sense to them. Nor do I feel any hesitation about recommending it specifically to my religiously-minded friends.
I give this 4.5 stars.
~Amy

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With inspiration from some historical tourism sites, the love of reading, and a desire to write a novel, L. Dean Pace-Frech started crafting his debut novel, A PLACE TO CALL THEIR OWN, in 2008. After four years of writing and polishing the manuscript, he submitted it for publication and Musa Publishing offered him a contract in early 2013. DISAPPEAR WITH ME is his second novel.

Dean lives in Kansas City, Missouri with his partner, Thomas, and their two cats. They are involved in their church and enjoy watching movies, outdoor activities in the warmer weather and spending time together with friends and family. In addition to writing, Dean enjoys reading and patio gardening.

Prior to novels, Dean did some technical writing in his career. He plans to write a sequel to both A PLACE TO CALL THEIR OWN and DISAPPEAR WITH ME.

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