🎅🎄10th Day of Christmas Author Spotlight🎄🎅: Lorelei M Hart and Colbie Dunbar

Lorelei M Hart

Lorelei M. Hart is the cowriting team of USA Today Bestselling Authors Kate Richards and Ever Coming. Friends for years, the duo decided to come together and write one of their favorite guilty pleasures: Mpreg. There is something that just does it for them about smexy men who love each other enough to start a family together in a world where they can do it the old-fashioned way ;). 

Colbie Dunbar
My characters are sexy, hot, adorable—and often filthy—alphas and omegas. Feudal lords with dark secrets, lonely omegas running away from their past, and alphas who refuse to commit.

Lurking in the background are kings, mafia dons, undercover agents and highwaymen with a naughty gleam in their eye.

As for me? I dictate my steamy stories with a glass of champagne in one hand. Because why not?

Lorelei M Hart

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The Merman Prince's Daddy

Summary:

Mythically Royal #1

I swam from my future only to find my daddy.

Alpha wolf shifter Alton heard the call of the sea from his pack’s territory in the mountains. Yet it’s only in the wake of his father’s death that he follows destiny’s current to the shoreline. While his soul finds peace during the day, listening to the gently lapping waves, at night his dreams are haunted by long suppressed memories.

Through those flashes of moments long forgotten, Alton realizes he’s there for more than a new start. It’s up to him to right the wrongs of the past…

As next in line for the throne, omega merman Merrik’s entire life has been arranged for him. Which means an alpha has been chosen for him. Unfortunately, even the idea of this mating makes Merrik’s skin crawl. That leaves him with only one choice: leave his underwater kingdom and cross his fingers the whole situation blows over.

Little does he know, fate has other plans. No sooner do his toes sink into the sand, than Merrik feels the unmistakable pull of the mate bond. The fact that it’s to a human would have been shocking enough, but to a smexy wolf bearing the mark of the forbidden ones is downright scandalous. His father may never forgive him, yet Merrik can’t deny he aches for Alton’s touch. Can the love they share rewrite their peoples’ sordid history? Or will it come crashing down like white-capped waves on a rocky shoreline?

The Merman Prince’s Daddy is the first book in the Mythically Royal series featuring princes who find their happily ever after. The Merman Prince’s Daddy features a merman who’d rather not be prince, a shifter who didn’t know mermen were real, an underwater kingdom that rivals Atlantis, adorable babies, and a first-time royal heat. If you love your omegas mythical, all things mermen, hawt daddies who adore taking care of their omegas, shifters, your mpreg with heart, and true love, this series by the popular co-author team of Lorelei M. Hart and Colbie Dunbar is for you.

Blind Date for Valentine's Day

Summary:

Love at Blind Date #1

Valentine’s Day is for many things—it is not for blind dates…

Alpha Dean climbed up the corporate ladder with a ton of hard work and perseverance, pushing everything else aside including his love life. When his assistant sets him up with a blind date for Valentine’s Day and won’t take no for an answer, he reluctantly goes. After all, maybe the doctor he was set up with would understand his crazy work life. Little does he know that it won’t be a doctor joining him for dinner, it will be his high-school crush, the one he never had the courage to ask out all those years ago.

Omega Jesse Henderson wants nothing to do with Valentine’s Day, especially not telling his roommate’s blind date that he is being stood up, but that’s exactly how he is spending it. The last thing someone expecting to have dinner with a doctor wants is to be shot down by said doctor’s math teacher roommate. It was going to be the worst Valentine’s Day ever. Little does he know that his roommate was set up with the one who got away, his high-school math tutor and crush, Dean Brooks.

Okay, Maybe Valentine’s Day is for blind dates…

Memories come rushing back and sparks fly as the two secret crushes come face to face all those years later. But can sparks and memories pave the way to a future?

                                                                                                                                                                                                        

The Alien Prince's Omega

Summary:

Close Encounters of the Mating Kind #1

Sometimes, when you can’t find your mate, it’s because you haven’t looked far enough.

Alpha Prince Kagin longs to find his rupling, his mate. He searches his planet, Thulnara, to no avail, but he can feel him out there. As a last resort, he breaks the laws of his kind and finds Idda, a soothsayer. She sees his mate, but there is a problem: His mate is on Earth, a primitive planet once visited by his grandparents. Not that Kagin plans to let that stop him.

Veterinarian omega Hanson loves his job, the animals he cares for, and his community at the ocean’s shore. It’s everything he’s ever dreamed of until his dreams change. Night after night, Hanson falls asleep to visions of himself holding a beautiful baby—his baby. Only the baby is blue, and when he wakes up each morning, he mourns the loss.

Until one night, a woman appears and tells him not to worry, he is coming, and for the first time since he glimpsed the image of his child, he feels hope.

Hope he almost runs over with his car. Oops.

The Alien Prince’s Omega is the first book in the Close Encounters of the Mating Kind series by the popular co-writing duo of Lorelei M Hart and Colbie Dunbar. It is a sweet with knotty heat alien romance set in the world of Dates of Our Lives. The Alien Prince’s Omega features an alien prince and future King of Thulnara who is longing for his true mate, a human vet who thinks the strangest beings out there are shifters, an intergalactic meeting of the in-laws, an extra-long appendage that allows for double the fun, true fated mates, and an adorable baby. If you like your sci-fi light, your royalty smexy, your alphas a bit blue around the edges, and your mpreg with heart, download your copy today.

Stocking Stuffer

Summary:

Here comes Santa Claus…

When my heater goes out, it’s the last straw. With my car already in the shop, my hours getting cut, and Christmas around the corner, I officially give up. It’s time to ask my parents if I can move home. It isn’t the failing at adulting that gets me down, it’s returning to pack life. I left it for a reason; my mate wasn’t there. Heading back with my tail between my legs will pretty much guarantee I’ll spend my life alone.

But just as I’m about to call my folks, I see an ad for someone to play Santa Claus, one that specifically asks for all builds and ages. Sure, I’m only thirty, and sure, I have a solid six-pack, but good on them for realizing that make-up and pillows can do wonders during cosplay. Only, when I arrive at the interview, I quickly discover that they aren’t looking for a mall Kris Kringle. No. That would be too easy. They’re looking for exotic Santas… yeah, that kind. I’m about to leave, until I discover how much they want to pay me. Maybe, just maybe, I can be a naughty St. Nicholas for a bit.

Stocking Stuffer is a sweet with knotty heat MM Mpreg Christmas romance from the popular co-writing duo of Lorelei M. Hart and Colbie Dunbar. It features a wolf down on his luck, the human who drags his friend to one of the wolf’s “shows”, some really bad dancing, Christmas magic, tree decorating, cookies, cocoa, snowy fun, true love, fated mates, a guaranteed happy ever after, and the best present of all… an adorable baby.

Matched to His Wolf

Summary:

The Dates of Our Lives #1

Fate doesn’t use dating apps to pair true mates...except when it does.

Human Omega Colin Soames has finally made it. Investors are clamoring for his new hit dating app and then things get weird. Now he’s on a mission to figure out who’s co-opting his app and why; by going undercover as a potential date. Little does he know that the oddities he discovered weren’t designed to sabotage the app as he first thought. No. Shifters have figured out a way to use it incognito, and he’s about to go on a date with one. If only he knew shifters existed outside of fiction.

Pack Alpha Bentley Shaw likes being single. He doesn't have to answer to anyone but his pack. He likes it that way even if he is lonely and even if his wolf is restless. Why bother putting your heart out there if you are only going to get hurt? But one drunken night he lets his Beta talk him into trying the new dating app all the shifters are using—just once. How bad could one date be? It couldn’t be worse than the time he tried to date a human—except that’s exactly what Love and Hate sends him.

Sparks fly, feelings grow, and their worlds are turned upside down in the very best of ways.

Matched To His Wolf is the first book in the sweet with knotty heat Dates of Our Lives M/M Mpreg Shifter Dating App romance brought to you by the popular co-writing duo of Lorelei M Hart and Colbie Dunbar. It features a human who stumbles into a world he never knew existed thanks to a silly little soap opera, an alpha who didn’t want to date—full stop, two powerful men trying to figure out how to come together as one, and an adorable baby. If you like your shifters hawt, your omegas strong, your mpreg with heart, and your HEAs complete with true mates and a bundle of joy, one-click today.

The Merman Prince's Daddy

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Blind Date for Valentine's Day

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The Alien Prince's Omega

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Stocking Stuffer

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Matched to His Wolf

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🎅🎄⏳Throwback Thursday's Time Machine⏳🎄🎅: A Distant Drum by Amy Rae Durreson

Summary:
Christmas is coming… but Alex is running away.

Panicked by the prospect of spending Christmas with his boyfriend’s disapproving parents, Alex flees to the old houseboat in the Norfolk Broads his uncle left him. But when a freak snowstorm traps him there, Alex soon realises he’s not the only heartbroken lover haunting the shores of Halsham Broad.

Two hundred years ago, drummer boy Jack Sadler drowned skating over thin ice to meet his lover. Now, whenever the Broad freezes over, he returns and brings a curse with him.

And every night Alex spends trapped in the icebound boat, he hears the beat of a distant drum draw closer…

Original Review December 2019:
OMG!!!!  Nothing says Christmas like a good old fashioned ghost story and Amy Rae Durreson definitely has a doozy of a one with A Distant Drum.  I stumbled onto it by accident and I am so glad I did!

I won't say too much because I don't want to give anything away, this is definitely one story you have to experience yourself to fully appreciate the creepified factor.  Snow and ice storms can be spooky enough(believe me I know I'm a lifelong resident of Wisconsin) but throw in a little history, doomed lovers, and you have a recipe for a very scary Merry Christmas😉  The details the author adds to the distant drums from the title, well let me just say I swear I could hear every beat, every scrape, every chill in the air.

So if you love holiday romance but are looking for something different, a little grit to your Christmas cookies than Amy Rae Durreson's A Distant Drum is right up your alley.

RATING:

1. Thursday Night
The houseboat door was stiff, the wood a little swollen with the damp and the lock hard to see in the grey winter twilight. I eventually managed to shove it open and step inside, navigating the steps down from the deck more from memory than anything else. It was cold inside, and dark, and I dropped my backpack hastily and fumbled across the well—three steps forward and a shuffle left before my knees bumped the wall, and I realised that I’d been shorter last time I came here.

It still smelt the same—petrol, wood polish, and under it all the cool, faintly salty bite of the water below. Did it smell like this in summer, when the tourists came to rent it out, or was it only in winter that the old scent of the place came rising out of the woodwork? I half-expected to catch a hint of over-brewed tea, or Gabe’s roll ups. 

My eyes were adjusting to the light now, and I hadn’t been far off—the mains switch was right in front of me. I reached up and flicked it on. The fridge began to hum in the galley, something groaned and stuttered in the hull, and a red light came on somewhere high on the wall of the saloon which opened from the well. I leaned back and hit the light switch by the door on the second attempt. 

The saloon didn’t look the same. It was a hell of a lot cleaner than it had been when Gabe lived here, for a start. It was probably weird to feel nostalgic for overflowing ashtrays, dog-eared paperbacks, and tea-stained mugs, but I did. 

Ah, fuck it, I might as well come out and admit it was Gabe I missed, the old git, and now I could spend the whole of Christmas weeping into the lining of my coat. 

Partly because I wasn’t going to take said coat off until I’d got the heating going. Back when Gabe had lived here, there had been a single crappy plug-in heater which ate electricity like Gabe went through a bag of Tetley’s, but I’d signed off on the installation of a proper furnace last year, on the advice of the rental company. It would extend the season at either end, they had told me, and I’d been both too busy with work and aching from the loss of the last family member who liked me. I hadn’t wanted to deal with anything about the boat myself. 

She’s got a name, numpty, Gabe grumbled in my memory. She’s a lady, and even a lad with no taste for the lasses can show her some respect. 

The rental company had given her some twee name in line with their company policy—Halsham Dancer, I thought, or maybe, Halsham Dreamer. I’d never been able to keep it fixed in my head. To me she was, and would always be, Lovely Lily. 

I said now, slipping back into childhood habits, “Hey, Lily, milady, help me out. Where’s your heating switch?” 

The wind sighed through the reeds along the side of the creek. An owl called, long and eerie. Somewhere out in the darkness, on another boat or, more likely, in a passing car, someone had their music on loud enough that I could just hear the beat, even out here in the darkness. 

I sighed and went back to get my bag. If I could get a phone signal, I could check the emails about the installation and find out where— 

There was a leather folder sitting on the low bench beside my bag. Embossed letters on the front read Guest Information. 

It had probably been there before. It had been dark when I’d come in, and I hadn’t been looking for it. All the same, I remembered all the stories Gabe had told me when I was a kid, and ducked my head, muttering, “Thanks, Lil.” 

The switch was in the kitchen. While the boat slowly heated, I stashed the groceries I’d brought with me in the fridge—nothing but beer and service station sandwiches, in proper Gabe style—and wandered through the rest of the not-quite-familiar rooms. It was all very clean and charming, but it felt a little too sanitised to be the Lily. There was even a plaque on the wall outlining her history in an antique font—from her wherrying days on the Thames in the 1930s to her presence at Dunkirk to a mastless retirement here on the edges of Halsham Broad. Most of it was new to me, and I patted her wall fondly, feeling an odd swell of pride in the old girl. “Gabe always said you were an old trouper. Guess he was right.”

As the air warmed, I began to feel more at home. I’d never been here in the winter—even Gabe had been reluctantly dragged away to endure a family Christmas, but I’d been released to Gabe’s care every Easter and for a week every summer. I could still remember the relief of that train ride, each rattle of the tracks drawing me farther away from the boy my parents wanted me to be, until I exploded off the train at Norwich to hurl myself at Gabe and his dog—first Frodo, then Galadriel, and last of all Elrond, all of them smelly, shaggy, and of thoroughly mixed lineage, none of them allowed to visit the London-dwelling parts of the family. 

It was only now that I wondered what favours Gabe had traded to get those weeks. 

The darkness was different at this time of year. There was none of that lingering light that clung to a summer’s night even when the sun was down, or even the fresh vastness of a starry April night. In December, the darkness felt heavy, clustering close around her windows. I filled the kettle, put it on to boil, and then went back outside, drawn by that absolute darkness. 

The air tasted so crisp and cold it stung my mouth. Looking out where I knew there was water, I could see nothing but the black depth of night. To the north, where the village of Halsham clustered around the marina, a couple of lights showed, but it was hard to tell how far away they were. Farther to the south-east, I could just see faint glimmers from the coastal village of Gorsey. The moon was the barest thin crescent, offering no light. Under my feet, the deck was already slick with frost and I couldn’t hear or feel the usual sway of the water beneath the Lily. Had the broad frozen? 

The owl cried out again and I could hear that faint beat of music stripped of all its grace by distance. 

I wasn’t expecting the sudden shrill of my phone, and jumped enough that I almost went skidding across the deck.  I’d left it inside and rushed to get it despite the sudden clench of guilt in my gut. I should have known a hasty text message wouldn’t have been enough, and I’d been relying on the fact that I’d never known a signal at Halsham Broad before to put off what was going to be a monumental reckoning. 

“Hey,” I said, closing my eyes. 

“So you are alive then?” Nik snapped. “I’ve been trying to contact you for the last two hours.” 

“Didn’t you get my text?”

Nik took a long breath and then let it out in one furious huff. “Yes, I got your fucking text. But for your information, needed some time—back in the New Year does not actually tell me anything useful. Like, for example, where the hell you are!” 

“I’m fine.” 

“Fine is not a place in England.” 

“I’m sure it’s a place somewhere, though. I mean, there’s Finland and Finchley, which are both close.” I could usually get a laugh out of Nik if I babbled enough, and I didn’t want to fight. Nik wasn’t stupid. He knew why I wasn’t there. 

He didn’t laugh. “Are you in Finland or Finchley?” 

“No.” 

He grated out, “So, where the fuck are you?” 

“I’m—” 

“Because you should be here, packing your bags to go to my parents for Christmas.” 

“Your parents hate me.”

“Oh, for fuck’s—” He stopped himself and said, “My parents do not hate you.” 

“They absolutely hate me. They think I seduced you away from being their good little heterosexual Catholic son.” 

“Hate to break it to you, darling, but you were hardly my first.” 

“Yeah, but I was the first one they met, right? And it was a disaster.” 

“Not that much of a—” 

“Disaster,” I emphasised.

Author Bio:
Amy Rae Durreson is a quiet Brit with a degree in early English literature, which she blames for her somewhat medieval approach to spelling, and at various times has been fluent in Latin, Old English, Ancient Greek, and Old Icelandic, though these days she mostly uses this knowledge to bore her students. Amy started her first novel a quarter of a century ago and has been scribbling away ever since. Despite these long years of experience, she has yet to master the arcane art of the semicolon. She was a winner in the 2017 Rainbow Awards.

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