Review Tour: Montana Sky by RJ Scott

Title: Montana Sky

Author: RJ Scott

Series: Montana #6

Genre: M/M Romance

Release Date: April 24, 2019

Cover Design: Meredith Russell

Summary:
When they spend time alone on a Montana mountainside will Tyler ever convince Martin that like sapphires, love is worth searching for?

Martin’s name was the very last on a kill list. The son of a murderer, he’s had no childhood; lost in a horrific holding pattern of death that turned his heart to stone. Thanks to the man who called him brave and spared his life, he no longer has to look over his shoulder, but he does have one question. Why did Justin let him live?

Tyler Colby has identified a major flaw in the seismic mapping system used to monitor earthquake activity. Sent to Crooked Tree by his employer, the Montana Bureau of Mines and Geology, he is tasked with adding a new remote station to the network. The installation should be his entire focus, but the lure of sapphires and his attraction to a heartbroken young man called Martin is enough to make him want more.

When I heard that RJ Scott was returning us to Crooked Tree Ranch and that Montana Sky would be the final book in the Montana series, I was both overjoyed and saddened.  One never wants to see something you enjoy end but it also can't go on forever, though one can hope maybe the ranch will have another story to tell down the road😉😉.

Martin is a man who is lost but needs an answer and he can only find it at Crooked Tree Ranch.  Tyler is a man trying to help detecting seismic activity and employed to set up a new station on Crooked Tree Ranch property.  When their paths cross it seems not only is there attraction but they also are able to help the other.  Now, Tyler does not hold the answer Martin is seeking but he does offer him a chance to stick around till the answer is given.  I wanted to wrap Martin in a massive bear hug and tell him no matter what the answer is, he is a good man and was just as much a victim as Justin and Adam were.  However, some times we can't be told, we have to experience the answers to full understand and even appreciate what our path holds.  As for Tyler, perhaps he isn't seeking answers as Martin is but something is missing from his life and the ranch, more specifically Martin, might be just what he needs to find that missing link. 

I won't say more about the plot of the story because as Martin and Tyler need to experience the ranch to understand what's missing, the reader needs to experience their journey to appreciate the joy of Montana Sky.  I will say that if this really truly is the end of the series than it is the perfect way to bring it together.  I'd say things are all "wrapped up" but with a series like Montana you can never really write "the end" so who knows, maybe the ranch will have another story to tell down the road.  Either way, this won't be the last time I visit Crooked Tree Ranch. 

I never lived or visited a ranch but I did grow up on a farm and the land really does have a way of not only healing but also giving one perspective on what truly is important in life and the author really has a grasp on helping the reader understand that.  RJ Scott has a way that doesn't just tell us a story, she shows us so that you feel like you are riding, or in this case sitting in the tent next to the characters.  You may not run into people like this every day but you want to, you want to know them.  True storytelling at its finest.  If you have yet to experience the difference between writer and storyteller then give Montana and RJ Scott a read because you will surely see the line between the two afterwards.

If you are already a fan and reader of Montana then what are you doing reading my review, you should be checking out Martin and Tyler's journey already.  If this is an unfamiliar series for you, then now is the perfect time to start.  For those who are just starting, this is a series that needs to read in order even though each entry has a different pairing for the central story, there is an ongoing connection that won't make sense if you start in the middle.

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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.

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Title: The King's Fear

Author: Isaac Grisham

Series: The Brass Machine #2

Genre: M/M Romance, Fantasy

Release Date: May 6, 2019

Cover Design: Dissect Designs

Publisher: Cooper Blue Books, LLC

Summary:
Everything will burn

Myobu has waited all his life to find love, and just as he makes a connection, it’s taken from him in an instant. Reeling from the fatal climax of his love story with Prince Kitsune, the magical Yokai must take advantage of his second chance at life, reconciling his past and present while keeping the prince from going down a path of darkness. Together with Kitsune, Myobu is tasked with destroying an evil that threatens the brass machine—and their world.

Meanwhile, Prince Kitsune is lost in the depths of responsibility and the murkiness of grief. His role is at the head of an army, defending against the whims of his deranged father. King Oni’s aggression is mounting, and he will stop at nothing to maintain his power over Kitsunetsuki.

Overcome with the guilt of killing the man he loved, Kitsune finds direction when he discovers the legendary Sword of Inari—but when the voices within the steel speak to him, they lead him deeper down a path of deceit. In a tale of good versus evil, life and death, Kitsune and Myobu must come together alongside their allies to face unspeakable horrors.

It was the perfect morning.

Treating himself to a good long stretch, Myobu worked his way up to sitting. With his back against the wooden headboard, he looked down at the pair with whom he had spent the night. Ryn and Nikki owned one of the oldest taverns in Hawte, having belonged to Ryn’s family for generations. Myobu had met them not long after arriving in the capital nearly three sun cycles ago.

Something else had happened as their friendship grew. Late one night after helping close up the tavern, they had spent a few hours drinking by the hearth. Ryn and Nikki spoke of their first encounter and subsequent marriage, purportedly a scandalous affair.

Having lived over a century without ever engaging in sexual activity, Myobu had drunkenly bombarded them with endless questions on the subject. The pair looked at one another, a glimmer of humor and desire in their eyes, and decided to answer his queries physically rather than verbally. Taking him by the hand, they led him upstairs to bed.

Upon closing the bedroom door, the first thing the couple did was peel off their clothing. Myobu had watched in awe as the differences in their skin were revealed. Ryn was a burly man, and there were few areas on his body not covered in hair. Nikki was dark-skinned and appeared free of any blemishes or extraneous hair.

The two had begun tugging at Myobu’s own clothing, which he sluggishly gave up. He wasn’t timid or particularly self-conscious, though he had wondered if the human form he had taken was correct in the details. He possessed all the parts of a man, but he lacked the massive tufts of hair Ryn displayed. He was almost as smooth as Nikki. Concerned they would figure out he wasn’t actually human, he had contemplated adding hair to his body before his shirt could be removed.

In the end, the two hadn’t given a second thought to his nearly hairless form. They stripped him naked, looked at him appreciatively, and began running their hands over his body. The dual sensations of Ryn’s rougher palms and Nikki’s smoother fingertips elicited a gasp from Myobu. Goosebumps broke out over his flesh. It heightened his tactile awareness, dulled his sense of time, and deeply aroused him. He tentatively put a hand on each of their bodies, awkward at first, but easily got into it once he realized his touch elicited the same types of responses from them.

What is the biggest influence/interest that brought you to this genre?
Beyond a doubt, the single biggest influencer would be my partner, Justin. I don't mean that he continually supports and encourages my writing (which he does), but that events in my life with him have affected and made their way into my work. My first two books, The King's Sun and The King's Fear, represent vastly different stages in our history...all wrapped up in a fantasy setting! Our past aside, Justin introduced me to my first gay romance book, Something Like Summer by Jay Bell. It's a super sweet book that made me go 'Awww' in one chapter and then cry my eyes out in the next! I knew I wanted to have that same impact on others.

When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process (outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
Definitely the plotting. I love to experience the story unfolding, regardless of whether an outline exists or not. Watching the little details, the character quirks, and dialogue all fall into place, forming a larger, more comprehensive story is exhilarating. Editing can be like that, too. There's a level of satisfaction with re-crafting a sentence or paragraph into something better. Though about the third or fourth time through, like many authors, I want to pull my hair out!

When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
This was hard to answer, and a review of my Goodreads history did not help illuminate the matter! Over the past few years, I've greatly enjoyed works by Tolkien, Philip Roth, Orwell, Ken Kesey, Joe Hill, Robert Galbraith, and so many more that span a variety of genres! If I were to pick up something on a whim, it would probably be a technothriller (like Michael Crichton or Daniel Suarez) or horror (Stephen King or Joe Hill).

If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
My favorite author is the late Michael Crichton. So many of his stories were simultaneously thrilling and educational. Jurassic Park, in particular, really made me want to tell exciting stories. To work alongside Crichton, to immerse myself into that level of research and storytelling, would have been an incredible and rewarding experience.


Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you "later in life"? 
Writing is something I have always enjoyed. I was in grade school when I put my first story down on paper. It was about a sick dog that had to go to the vet, and it was fully illustrated in crayon! The school librarian was so cool and encouraging, and she put the story on the shelves so it could be checked out by other students.

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Isaac Grisham currently lives in a blue county of Illinois with his partner and doggos. By day, he works at a local college. The King's Fear is his second completed novel and, by night, he is busy assembling the gears of the third and final piece of The Brass Machine.

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Title: The Duke & The Dandy Highwayman Trilogy

Author: Zakarrie C

Series: Duke & Dandy #1-3

Genre: Historical, M/M Romance, Regency, Humor

Release Date: May 6, 2019

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‘The Most High, Noble and Potent Prince, His Grace Padraic, Duke of Waterford.’

After enduring the Ducal Grand Entrance, one might be forgiven for thinking that an evening could only improve. One would be wrong. Padraic was then duty bound to find an amiable miss to romance and dance attendance upon. In truth, the Duke was rather more partial to establishments that promised charms he would ne’er find in the arms of a Lady. Such dalliances did add a dash of decadence to his life of ducal drudgery, but time was tick-tocking and a blue-stocking bride must be wooed, and wed…

Raff of the Rookeries. The most afeared rake-hell to have haunted the highways since Darkin denied them the pleasure at the gallows...by stepping off the ladder before they could whip it from under his feet. Raff had fought his way up to rule the roost with instincts as razor-sharp as his dirk. His sword skills, fists, and wily wits had stood him in good stead, but none had proved as invaluable as the weapon he’d ne’er needed to tend. His fury. A rage every bit as lethal as arsenic—deadlier than brawn, brains, or bravado—Raphael had carried it like a toxic plague. Until, he became Raff of the Rookeries. Unleashed upon the underworld, it was the most formidable foe in London. Two men from two different worlds…a mere few miles apart. That is, until the fateful night when The Duke was halted in his tracks by a very Dandy Highwayman…

Mayhaps twenty minutes later, the air turned decidedly rank; a stench that came accompanied by random street sounds and the odd drunken shout. They were, beyond any shadow o’doubt, heading for some godforsaken part of town. A logical assumption, further embellished by the aroma of decaying cabbage and other, far less salubrious odors.

If the Devil himself intended to demoralize the poor, he could not find a means more agreeable to his plans, than the London slums.

“Nearly there, Yer Grace,” The scoundrel called over his shoulder as they slowed to a trot.

“Where is ‘there’?” Padraic dared to wonder.

“My humble abode. It’s where you’ll be staying awhile; leastways until someone coughs up for yer safe return.” The highwayman’s voice sounded harsher, colder while imparting this, as if his words were poisoned by the rancid air as they fell from his lips.

“Whereabouts are we?” Padraic asked, curious as to whether his rogue would answer.

“The Strand.”

It was as he’d expected. They were in the warren of narrow, filthy streets and alleyways in the densely populated slums. Home to one of London’s most notorious Rookeries. An utterly lawless labyrinth of squalid living, gin dens, bawdy houses, and brothels. Popular legend told of a traveller who had entered Portugal Street on his way to The Strand and never emerged. His ghost was, apparently, still searching for a way back to civilization. Padraic would just have to hope to fare rather better than he.

The Duke had e’er been horrified that people were forced to live this way, right under the refined noses of the ton. Poles apart, but virtually overlapping in proximity. Padraic had poured thousands into funding an orphanage and school for foundlings, when he came into his inheritance. He visited them oft, choosing the staff himself to ensure that no child was ill-treated, but there was only so much he could do. With all the will in the world, there wasn’t a great deal to be done, as long as those in power turned a blind eye to the suffering of others.

“Whoa…” When Demon clattered to a halt on the cobblestones, the Duke reluctantly relinquished his grip about his captor’s person. The scoundrel shifted in the saddle and with one sharp tug, the kerchief was gone, alongside a fair few strands of hair that were tangled into its knot. The Duke scarce felt the sting as his hungry gaze guzzled the sight it had been denied for the duration of the ride. ’Twas with a devilish wink that the highwayman threw a leg over the horse’s head, before lightly dismounting.

“Billy, m’lad!” He hailed a youth seated on the front steps of a large dilapidated townhouse, holding a lantern aloft. An endearing grin lit up his grimy face as he sprang to his feet.

“Yer all right, Raff?” he chirped, in very genuine cockney tones.

“Too right I am. We ’ave ourselves a guest m’friend. Yer Grace, this is Billy—he ain’t got another name—so I can’t tell yer that. Billy, this ’ere is His Grace, The Duke of Waterford, so yer better mind your p’s ’n’ q’s, like I taught yer.”

“Hello Billy, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Padriac greeted him.

“Lawks! I can’t fink why, Yer…Grace?” Billy glanced at the man he’d called Raff, seeking reassurance for his form of address, and received an approving nod.

“I can’t think why ’twould not be.” Padraic smiled. Billy looked puzzled for a moment—as if trying to make sense of something he’d patently understood—then just beamed instead and reached for Demon’s halter.

“See that he’s rubbed down and well-fed, won’t you, Billy? I need to get our guest settled in.”

“Righto. C’mon Demon, let’s be ’avin yer, there’s oats awaiting and some fresh hay.”

“After you, Yer Grace…” The rascal sketched a bow, waving his hand with a flourish as he bent extravagantly low, before straightening up to push open the front door. It was painted black; blistered, peeling and desperately in need of a fresh coat. A large, dimly lit hallway lay beyond it, with a wide staircase ascending on the left.

“Raff! I’d almost given up ’ope on ya. Thought you’d gone a-whoring,” announced a stocky, bow-legged man, with close-cropped hair and forearms like lamb shanks. His broad grin revealed several missing teeth, the remaining ones having seen better days. Several decades ago.

Despite having tugged his kerchief down when they entered, Padraic was still unable to drink his fill of Raff’s face, for much of it was cast into shadow and the rest, obscured by a tangled fall of hair.

“Not tonight Bluff, I was off procuring us a guest,” he smirked.

“Crikey, you’ve nabbed a right nob. Who the ’ell is he?”

“This ’ere’s The Duke of Waterford.” Raff declared, inclining his head with divine insolence.

“Lawks! A Duke? Couldn’t yer find a Prince ’anging about then?” Bluff gaped.

“’Fraid not, we’ll just ’ave to slum it…” Raff tutted, with a fulsome sigh.

“I hope yer don’t expect me t’curtsy. I ain’t got the legs for it.”

“You ain’t got the legs for owt except sitting on ’orseback,” Raff retorted, about a breath before his tone darkened to a deadly rasp. “Bluff. See to it that no one. But no one. Lays a finger on him.” He added nary a dire threat, nor had he raised his voice. Raff had, in fact, lowered it to a lethal lash of sound that sliced the air like a whip—but it was the glint of green he levelled at Bluff that made the man swallow visibly while nodding several times.

“Will do, Raff. He’ll fetch a pretty price, won’t he?”

“Too bloody right, he will. I’ll have to keep him up top with me—Duke he might be—but he ain’t above being too ripe and ready by ’alf.”

“A dark ’orse is he? I ain’t at all surprised, now you mention it. Beggin’ yer pardon, Yer Dukeness. Right, I’ll just wait for Billy an’ lock up then.”

“Thanks, Bluff. ’Night.”

“’Night Raff…’night yer Dukeness.” Bluff doffed an imaginary cap at Padraic, who inclined his head with ducal gravity, so as not to disappoint him. The amiable miscreant was chuckling away to himself as he took his leave of them, before disappearing through a door further down the hallway.

“Right then, Yer Grace, up yer go. Right to the top,” Raff instructed, gesturing towards the staircase with a regal sweep of his hand.

“Are you locking me in the attic?” Padraic asked, as he clasped the bannister.

“I am, indeed. Yer can’t get up to any mischief up there.”

The Duke thought it might be wise to hold his tongue and make his way upstairs, afore the scoundrel decided to shove him in the coal cellar instead. Padraic’s brain was abuzz with demon steeds, daft monikers, and bandy-legged blackguards. A boy with only one name and a heart of gold.

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Heartbroken after the death of his eccentric lover, Jenks is left to care for Mutt’s beloved pets on a lovely but isolated estate. With only the animals for company and rejected years earlier by his family when he left school to be with his lover, Jenks worries he’s fading from the world—until one misty morning when he discovers a half-drowned man on the bank of the river. And not just any man, but one who may have been the victim of an attempted murder.

James Griffin is respectable and married…and has buried his true passion his entire life. Jenks’s gentle manner and keen mind stir in him the sort of longing he wishes he had for his wife. The same frustrated wife he now wonders may have plotted his demise. His memories clouded, Griffin knows he must discover his attacker’s identity, resolve matters in his unhappy marriage…and confront the desire he feels for the shy but tenacious Jenks.

Together, they return to London to learn the truth of Griffin’s near murder. The police believe the incident nothing more than an accident, leaving Griffin and Jenks to find their way through a tangle of conflicting desires and ambitions to hunt the truth on their own.

Once again Summer Devon has showed that historicals can make for great reading.  Historicals are not for everyone and I get that but when they are written as well as After the Storm is, I highly recommend "going outside your box" to read this one.  When an author can show their obvious respect for the days gone by with the little details of the era and yet not making it come across as a school lesson then you know you found one to keep on your authors-to-watch list.

Jenks has lost his lover, friend, and companion when Mutt died but he remains on the property to care for Mutt's pets per the man's will even though the brother carries obvious disdain for Jenks.  Is it out of devotion to Mutt's wishes or is Jenks afraid to move on?  Either answer is heartbreaking and you just want to wrap him in a giant bear hug to show him its going to be okay.  Then he stumbles upon a body in the river on the grounds.  James finds himself in a stranger's home miles from his own unsure of how he got there or why he was unconscious in the river.  Yet he feels safe in the presence of this stranger.  Once again you just want to wrap James up and keep him protected when it quickly becomes obvious that he didn't just fall in and float away.

After the Storm has mystery, romance, friendship, companionship, and plenty of heart.  I won't say anymore about the plot other than I was completely unsure until about a page or two before the reveal.  This doesn't happen too often for me, not that I'm bragging on my sharp instinct of discovery but because I've been reading & watching mysteries since I was about 10 so I've pretty much seen just about every scenario put into play.  BUT, every now and then an author will give me that complete and total "huh, never saw that coming" feel and I love it!

So as I started out with, whether you are a historical lover or not, I highly recommend reading After the Storm because it is a well written romantic mystery that showcases the friendships almost more than the romance, that every generation had its battles to overcome.  For those who stay away from tales of the past because it reminds you too much of old school history classes, don't worry because Summer Devon has written an amazing story and though she has stayed true to the time period she has not written a lesson, you will be entertained from beginning to end.

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Title: Witchbane

Author: Morgan Brice

Series: Witchbane #1

Genre: M/M Romance, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

Narrator: Kale Williams

Audiobook Release Date: March 29, 2019

ebook Release Date: February 19, 2018

Publisher: Darkwind Press

Summary:
He’s used to risking his neck. He never intended to risk his heart.

Seth Tanner and his brother Jesse's fun evening debunking local urban legends ends with Jesse's gruesome murder. Seth vows revenge on Jesse's killer - too bad the murderer has been dead for a hundred years. Seth uncovers a cycle of ritual killings that feed the power of a dark warlock's immortal witch-disciples, and he's hell bent on stopping Jackson Malone from becoming the next victim. He's used to risking his neck. He never intended to risk his heart.

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Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.

On the rare occasions Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered dogs.

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