Book Blitz: Don't Rush Me by Jackie May

Title: Don't Rush Me

Author: Jackie May

Series: Nora Jacobs #1

Genre: Adult, Urban Fantasy

Release Date: January 25, 2018

Summary:
Most humans have no idea that a dark and deadly underworld, filled with magic and monsters, exists. They wander through life blissfully ignorant of the supernatural world around them. Nora Jacobs is different. Nora knows exactly what kinds of hellish creatures haunt the streets of Detroit.

Thanks to a unique set of psychic abilities, Nora has managed to steer clear of the underworld most of her life. But all that changes the night the most powerful vampire in the city discovers her gifts and decides to use her as a tool to find one of his missing clan members.

As if that’s not bad enough, Nora believes she’s cursed. All her life, people, especially men, have been drawn to her—some to the point of obsession and violence. Underworlders, it seems, are not immune to this curse, and now she’s caught the attention of some of the most dangerous monsters in the city.

Neck deep in an investigation only she can solve, Nora quickly makes as many new allies as she does enemies. Her biggest problem is staying alive long enough to decide which is which.

**This series is a slow burn reverse harem.

“Please just keep him away from the party. Take him out somewhere else, compel him if you have to.” Parker raises an eyebrow at me. “You’d have me compel him? I thought you hated us doing that.”

“To innocent people, yeah, but to dangerous, psycho creeps? I’m not going to lose sleep over it.”

Parker chuckles quietly and shakes his head once. He pins me with a considering look, and I see the precise moment he agrees to my plan. “Okay,” he says. “I’ll keep Xavier away for you tonight. Under one condition.”

“And that is?”

He leans forward in his chair. “You allow me a kiss goodnight before I have to hand you over to Gorgeous.”

My mouth goes dry, and all the air is sucked from my lungs. I hesitate just a moment too long, and then the server is there with our dessert. He sets the plate in the middle of the table between us and lays down two dessert spoons. As soon as he’s gone, I grab my spoon and dig right in. “Oh, wow. is is good.”

“Nora...”

I refuse to look at him. “You have to try this. Seriously.”

“Nora.”

Sighing internally, I clear my mouth and force my gaze up. “No.”

His damn lips twitch again.

“No. Not happening.” is time, I sound like I mean it.

“On the cheek, then,” he counters. “I want to prove to you that not every experience with a man has to be a
bad one.”

I swallow. Hard. Even though there’s no more food in my mouth. en I take another bite of the baklava.

“You’d better get in on this before I eat it all.” “Nora...”

He’s not going to let it go. Closing my eyes, I set my spoon down. “Fine,” I whisper.

When Parker sucks in a breath through his nose, I nally look at him. I shouldn’t have. His eyes are swirling with desire, and the intensity of it makes my stomach utter. I’m excited, but I’m also terri ed. “On the cheek,” I demand. “And that is it. Nothing else. You try anything funny, and I’ll sic my troll on you.”

Parker smiles as if he’s just won, and my stomach cramps with nerves.

“I’m going to win you over, eventually,” he says as he nally picks up his spoon and dishes himself a bite of our shared dessert. “I’m a very patient man.” 

Author Bio:

Jackie May is a pseudonym for a husband and wife writing team. Josh and Kelly live in Phoenix, Arizona with their four children and their cat, Mr. Darcy. Jackie May is their only daughter. (And she keeps asking for her cut of the profits since we’re using her name.)

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Friday's Film Adaptation: Sharpe's Rifles by Bernard Cornwell

Summary:
It's 1809, and Napoleon's army is sweeping across Spain. Lieutenant Richard Sharpe is newly in command of the demoralized, distrustful men of the 95th Rifles. He must lead them to safety--and the only way of escape is a treacherous trek through the enemy-infested mountains of Spain.

Lieutenant Richard Sharpe and a detachment of Riflemen are cut off from the rest of the army and surrounded. Their only hope of escape is to accept the help of the Spanish, but this assistance comes at a price: to join the assault on the holy city of Santiago de Compostela, held by a strong French force. There is little Sharpe would enjoy more.

Soldier, hero, rogue Sharpe is the man you always want on your side. Born in poverty, he joined the army to escape jail and climbed the ranks by sheer brutal courage. He knows no other family than the regiment of the 95th Rifles whose green jacket he proudly wears.

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Film
In the Peninsular War, a British sergeant is field promoted to a lieutenant in charge of a disrespectful rifle company.

Release Date: May 5, 1993 on ITV(UK Television)
Release Time: 100 minutes

Cast:
Sean Bean as Sergeant/Lieutenant Richard Sharpe
Daragh O'Malley as Rifleman/Sergeant Patrick Harper
Assumpta Serna as Comandante Teresa Moreno
Brian Cox as Major Michael Hogan
David Troughton as Sir Arthur Wellesley
Simón Andreu as Major Blas Vivar
Anthony Hyde as Count of Matamoros
Malcolm Jamieson as Colonel de L'Eclin
Michael Mears as Rifleman Francis Cooper
John Tams as Rifleman Daniel Hagman
Jason Salkey as Rifleman Harris
Lyndon Davies as Rifleman Ben Perkins
Paul Trussell as Rifleman Isaiah Tongue
Julian Fellowes as Major Dunnett
Richard Ireson as Sgt. Williams
Jack McKenzie as Mr. Parker
Tim Bentinck as Captain Murray
Kerry Shale as James Rothschild

Cornwell's series charts Richard Sharpe's progress in the British Army during the Napoleonic Wars. He begins in Sharpe's Tiger as a Private in the 33rd Regiment of foot, who becomes a Sergeant by the end of the book, and an Ensign in the 74th Regiment who is transferred to the newly formed 95th Rifles as a Second-Lieutenant during Sharpe's Trafalgar. He is gradually promoted through the ranks, finally becoming a Lieutenant Colonel in Sharpe's Waterloo.

Author Bio:
Bernard Cornwell was born in London in 1944 - a 'warbaby' - whose father was a Canadian airman and mother in Britain's Women's Auxiliary Air Force. He was adopted by a family in Essex who belonged to a religious sect called the Peculiar People (and they were), but escaped to London University and, after a stint as a teacher, he joined BBC Television where he worked for the next 10 years. He began as a researcher on the Nationwide programme and ended as Head of Current Affairs Television for the BBC in Northern Ireland. It was while working in Belfast that he met Judy, a visiting American, and fell in love. Judy was unable to move to Britain for family reasons so Bernard went to the States where he was refused a Green Card. He decided to earn a living by writing, a job that did not need a permit from the US government - and for some years he had been wanting to write the adventures of a British soldier in the Napoleonic wars - and so the Sharpe series was born. Bernard and Judy married in 1980, are still married, still live in the States and he is still writing Sharpe.

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Blogger Review: An Actor's Guide to Romance by Catherine Curzon & Eleanor Harkstead

Summary:
When long-time theatrical enemies are cast as lovers, their late-night rehearsal brings a whole new meaning to method acting.

For twenty years, Adam Fisher and Thomas Fox have been the best of enemies. From their first meeting at drama school to shared stages, shared bills and a competition to amass the most illustrious awards, they have been the names on every theatregoers’ lips. Separately they can sell out an entire run in an hour, so when they’re cast as lovers in London’s hottest new play, the tickets are gone in minutes.

But for rakish Adam and gentlemanly Thomas, the small matter of their first on-stage kiss is causing a headache for everyone. Over a bottle of wine on one rainy night in the city, these two acting legends will do whatever it takes to banish their first-night nerves. After all, as everyone knows, the show must go on!

For twenty years, actors Adam Fisher and Thomas Fox have been enemies when it comes to their art, competing for parts, upstaging the other for awards and recoginition.  Now, not only have they been cast in the same play but they have now been cast as lovers.  When their first kiss doesn't meet the directors idea of love they spend the night over a few drinks making their passion believable.

An Actor's Guide to Romance is a lovely short story that is fun, lustful, humorous, and just plain entertaining.  Both Catherine Curzon and Eleanor Harkstead are new authors to me and Actor's Guide makes for a wonderful introduction.  Could this story have been better if we got to know more about Adam and Thomas?  Perhaps, but sometimes as in life a simple night of reflection and exploration can reveal more than an in depth look at their journeys.

Its been my reading experience that although it may not be unusual to explore such sexual tension or humor in the pages of a short story, it is not easy to make both this believable at the same time.  The authors blend the two tropes beautifully and I will definitely be keeping my eye out for future efforts from these two ladies.  Who knows maybe if we ask kindly enough we'll get to see more of Adam and Thomas down the road.

RATING: 

Every hero needs his villain. The thorn in his side, the shadow on his sun, the fly on his teacake. Holmes had his Moriarty, Superman had Lex Luther, ET had the lack of intergalactic telephone lines and Thomas Fox had Adam Fisher. From that long-ago audition at drama school when each had chosen a monologue that had stopped the panel in its tracks to the first of innumerable shared curtain calls when a new Jeeves met his Wooster, he was always there, always up for the same roles, his name on the same lists that were proposed for your consideration, matching every single achievement until, still chasing one another’s shadow more than two decades after that very first meeting at RADA, together they had waited for Godot. They were like a mirror image, two careers on parallel lines, from youthful love interest to middle-aged gravitas, each as decorated, as popular, as perfect as the other.

Maybe they always would be until one died or they killed each other.

Who knows?

In any titanic struggle, the parties must know their places and right now, theirs was a dingy basement off Covent Garden, where Thomas and Adam were embracing.

“Thank god we found each other. What would I do without you, darling?”

Adam rolled his eyes. Not enough for it to be noticeable from the front row, but Thomas noticed, because he intended Thomas to notice. Because that was the sort of thing that Adam did, the sort of thing he had always done. He rolled his eyes, gave a little sigh and finally whispered, “Did you have onions at lunch?”

Then he raised his voice to an audible volume and replied, “I feel as though I’ve been searching all my life for something, and I didn’t realize until we found each other.”

Thomas gazed down at Adam’s full lips and, despite sudden stiffness in his neck, began to lower his face to kiss him. Adam blinked, his blue eyes shining when they met Thomas’ gaze, his embrace around Thomas’ waist tightening. He pursed his lips, blinked again and declared, “God, that is oniony!”

Thomas flung up his hands and backed out of their embrace. “I can’t bloody do this, Adam, if you keep titting about!”

From the side of the room there came a flurry of movement as their solo audience threw up her hands, dashing script pages across the floor. Gill Henley rose from her seat in a whirlwind of scarves and floral print and exclaimed, “For Christ’s sake, gents, this scene again! Can you not just plough through and pretend you might actually be in love? You’re supposed to be actors, so act!”

“It was a joke, darling!” Adam was all innocence now, of course, because he would be, wouldn’t he? He put his hands on his hips and addressed Thomas. “You dragged me out of character, Tom Fox. It’s a cheap way to steal a scene.”

“I dragged you out of character?” Thomas felt his face flush as he tried to rein in his frustration. “You keep breaking out of character to comment on my breath! Which, I might add, does not smell of onions. And don’t bloody call me Tom Fox. I’m not a character in Wind in the bloody Willows.”

“Look,” Gill addressed them as though they were naughty schoolboys. “This isn’t a play about being gay. Stop making it the fulcrum of the drama. Your characters being gay is just part of the fabric of their lives, just like your lives. It’s not as though your whole lives are spent camping about and being as gay as gay can be, are they?”

She looked at Adam and narrowed her eyes.

“Yours is, I know that, but as a whole, gay is part of life, not life itself.” Gill held up her hand before Adam could protest. “You have one kiss in the text. It’s not the end of the world. Let’s call it a day and come back tomorrow, lips puckered, ready to kiss and move bloody on, yes?”

“Tell him.” Adam shrugged, already turning to retrieve his coat. “I’m a professional, he’s an onion-eater.”

Thomas clenched his fists. “It was a shallot, Fisher! It was not an onion!”

“Well, enjoy your evening of onions, Tom Fox.” Adam kissed Gill’s cheek and raised his hand to Thomas. “Because I am off home to study my lines. Bonsoir, my fine supporting player!”

He spun on his heel to give a deep bow then, with another wave, opened the door and disappeared into the hallway.

Even though Thomas knew that Adam could no longer hear him, he raised his chin imperiously and declared, “Equal billing, darling! I am no one’s support.”

“You both want bloody shooting.” Gill knelt to retrieve her abandoned pages. “I’ll see you in the morning, Tom—Thomas. We’ll crack it, I’m sure, and your adoring fans will never know how much you bloody hate each other.”

Thomas dragged his fingers through his hair and sighed.

“Look—why don’t I just do the honorable thing and back out? I should never have agreed to this. I thought—challenging play by an emerging writer, and if I have to put up with Fisher to do it, then fine.” He shook his head—he suddenly felt very tired. “We can’t even be in the same room as each other without warring—how can we ever kiss, for heaven’s sake? I’ll stand down from the cast, Gill.”

“Are you trying to wreck my career? It’s Fisher and Fox playing lovers. Have you seen the advance box office on this? You stand down, the press’ll think you’ve gone nuts, the producers will sue and when, not if, Adam gets nommed for this play, you’ll be chewing your own hand off. Better to be there on the list next to him, don’t you think?” She rose to her feet and patted Thomas’ arm. “You’re the best there are—it’s one kiss out of two hours of bloody good drama, we can get past it.”

“I bloody hope so.” He leafed through his script and found the stage direction that was causing so much trouble. Just two words—They kiss. It wasn’t difficult.

But it was.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Gill. And don’t worry, I’ll bring breath mints.”

“Just bring your best game, love. That’s what’ll really piss Adam off.”

Won’t it just.

Catherine Curzon
Catherine Curzon  is a royal historian who writes on all matters of 18th century. Her work has been featured on many platforms and Catherine has also spoken at various venues including the Royal Pavilion, Brighton, and Dr Johnson’s House.

Catherine holds a Master’s degree in Film and when not dodging the furies of the guillotine, writes fiction set deep in the underbelly of Georgian London.

She lives in Yorkshire atop a ludicrously steep hill.

Eleanor Harkstead
Eleanor Harkstead likes to dash about in nineteenth-century costume, in bonnet or cravat as the mood takes her. She can occasionally be found wandering old graveyards. Eleanor is very fond of chocolate, wine, tweed waistcoats and nice pens. Her large collection of vintage hats would rival Hedda Hopper's.

Originally from the south-east, Eleanor now lives somewhere in the Midlands with a large ginger cat who resembles a Viking.

Catherine Curzon

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Blog Tour: Seeing Red: Interlude by TC Orton

Title: Seeing Red: Interlude

Author: TC Orton

Series: Seeing Red #1.5

Genre: Urban Fantasy, MM Romance

Release Date: December 19, 2017

Summary:
The prequel to the sequel. Seeing Red: Interlude bridges the gap between the final numbered chapter of Seeing Red: Scorched and the epilogue that follows it.

Christmas has arrived. Isaac and Kyle are under constant surveillance from the newly formed Princes' Guard at Moss, Aiden and Troy's request. Their nest has been pulled in different directions, leaving the two of them alone at a time usually spent with family. Kyle sees that Isaac is struggling with his separation from Moss and decides to introduce him to a new aspect of the 'Paranorm' world. Meanwhile, the consequences of Isaac's actions a year prior begin to manifest in an unexpected form, which puts himself - and everyone around him - in harm's way once more.

* This is the sequel to Seeing Red: Scorched and shouldn't be read as a

His large tattooed arms were crossing his massive chest, poking out of a black t-shirt tight enough to show every crease and line that made up his abs and pecs. His hair was a wavy mess of dark brown, flowing in the breeze of the open door. His red eyes were glistening, wide, and aimed right at me with what I hoped was affection emitting from them. However, out of everything; every feature, every core-shaking detail, what I’d missed the most was the intensity of his presence.

When Moss looked at me, nothing else existed.

“Don’t cry,” his words came out cold and direct, as always.

“I wasn’t going to cry!” I stomped my feet and raised a hand to wipe a tear away before it could fall.

“You’re doing it.” He stepped forward.

“Yeah, well, I have a hangover, I’m emotional.” I stepped forward.

“You’re always emotional.”

“You’re always an asshole.”

We met in the center of the room; our bodies nearly touching, our eyes luminous, our veins pulsing.

“You okay?” he asked as he towered over me with a blank expression.

“Things are looking up,” I replied with a smile.

What is the biggest influence/interest that brought you to this genre?
Wanting to tell a story with a gay protagonist

When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process (outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
Anything that isn’t the actual writing

When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
YA urban-fantasy/paranormal

If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
My good friend Jaclyn Osborn, though I think the added pressure and clashing of two creatives would derail me too often.

Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you "later in life"?
I decided around 15, haven’t changed my mind since

Author Bio:
Born January 6th 1993, T. C. resides in the United Kingdom, living with his partner Peter Jones and their dog, Drake.

T. C. has had a passion for supernatural stories from a young age, often scribbling down his latest ideas instead of focusing on whatever task was at hand during the long school days. At the age of twelve, he penned his first romance story featuring himself and the boy he had feelings for set in a fantastical land full of werewolves and wizards. Ever since that day, T. C. has made it his mission to entwine his leading gay protagonists with epic paranormal adventures.

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Release Blitz: Dirt Road to Hell by Marissa Storm

Title: Dirt Road to Hell

Author: Marissa Storm

Genre: Christian Romance

Release Date: January 25, 2018

Publisher: Paper Gold Publishing

Summary:
Their marriage had gone to hell. He can't understand the damage his behavior caused. Unable to take anymore, she gathers the children and leaves. But he can't let go. A desperate move puts him over the line. Can anything be redeemed from the mess? The children are terrified, and he is slipping farther down the dirt road to hell.

Sue argued with him and he struck her across the face. One of the neighbors saw the whole thing and called the police.

John being drunk and his normal fit to be tied self, ended up getting into it with the police. The two officers grabbed him and pushed him to the ground then cuffed his hands behind him. They led him to the police cruiser to sit while they went back to talk to Sue.

After some cajoling, the officers got Sue to press charges. Then she could get a restraining order to keep him away. After thinking about it, she realized it was all she could do. She had run out of choices. She felt it was the only way until he accepted things the way they had to be.

When John got out of jail, he called Sue, “Hey, uh, Hon, you know I just need you and the girls. Why did you have me put in jail? That was so wrong? I’m your husband. What happened to love honor and obey?”

“John, don’t call me again. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want you around me. I’m tired of your abuse and your meanness. I won’t live that way again.”

“Well, Miss high and mighty, just look at you. Do you think you are better than me? You aren’t crap, I’ll tell you that missy. No man in his right mind is going to want you.”

“Well that just goes to show you aren’t in your right mind now doesn’t it?”

“Sue, Honey, please…I need you.”

Sue hung up the phone and he called right back.

“Hello?”

“Sue I’m sorry really, please come home.”

“John no, I will never come back, ever. Stop calling or I will report you for harassing me on the phone. Now stop! Go to bed.”

Author Bio:

Marissa Storm has a few other published books in circulation today:

Storm Warnings, a fiction love story adventure.

And What Happens to the Children, a book about the price the children pay when the parents split their lives in half.

I now write under a Pen name for personal reasons.

I love to meet with fans and will be making personal appearances in the near future. From NC, enjoys family and friends and the love of God as well as the blessings He brings.

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