Monday, July 15, 2019

Fall for You @ValerieUllmer

Fall for You (A M/M Romance)
Valerie Ullmer

Genre:  New Adult M/M Romance



Ethan Sutton had come to the stunning revelation that he’d fallen in love with his best friend, Sebastian Young.  Although friends since childhood, Ethan vowed to keep his feelings for Sebastian under wraps and live the rest of his life with this one secret between them rather than risk a lifelong connection and never see him again.  But when they move into their own apartment at the start of their third year of college, can Ethan keep his feelings from showing when they live so close together?

Sebastian Young had an epiphany about Ethan at the end of last year and arranged for the shared apartment he’d found over the summer to be closer to Ethan and see if a relationship could develop between them.  But as they settle into their lives in a new place with such close quarters, ex-girlfriends, nosy downstairs neighbors, and Sebastian’s own doubts, their relationship could be in jeopardy before it even begins.
Can two best friends admit their feelings and fall in love?


Ethan kept his eyes on his phone during the entire trip.  It wasn’t as though he didn’t want to speak to Sebastian, who sang under his breath at the song coming through the speakers of his older SUV.  But whenever he’d been in an enclosed space with Sebastian, he caught his scent of pine and cedar mixed with a hint of mint, and each time he moved, it drifted over to him and drove Ethan crazy.  Even from the other side, Sebastian’s body heat surrounded him and he wriggled in his seat to adjust himself before his desire for his best friend became clear.
For years, the closeness he shared with Sebastian had been enough.  It was he and Sebastian against the world throughout high school, and Ethan understood it would be the same in college.
But when they started their freshman year, Sebastian decided he would make up for lost time by dating his way through the female student body at the University of Oregon.  Sebastian still made time for him, but it was rare during their first two years of college for Sebastian not to have at least one date on the weekend.
Ethan hadn’t understood what the churning emotions were each time Sebastian talked about a new woman.  Later, he recognized the feeling was jealousy.
There had been a time during his sophomore year, driven by those feelings of jealousy and his newfound awareness he was gay, he’d gone out.  Most of the time, with a frequency that matched Sebastian’s frenzied dating life.  Ethan resolved to find someone and forget about the man he most wanted, his best friend, so he headed to a well-known bar off-campus.
Although he’d gone home with guys, nothing progressed past blowjobs.  For one, it solidified the fact he was gay.  Despite knowing, Ethan had no clue what held him back from going further with the willing men he’d met, but something stopped him.
After his break-up with his long-time girlfriend, Sebastian became a constant in Ethan’s life again.  Their friendship had never strained during their first years of college, and they grew closer when Sebastian found himself single.
During the summer, they decided they wanted to rent an off-campus apartment and live together.  Ethan believed they would request a room together in the dorms, but Sebastian wanted to ditch the dorms and find their own place.  Their parents had agreed to it although it would be more expensive.
More than once, Ethan had wanted to look for a place before they were all rented, but Sebastian said he would handle everything.
“Don’t worry.  I’ve got it covered.”
And now they were moving in together, Ethan found himself nervous about having his feelings show at the most inopportune moments.
Their freshman year, they were assigned separate rooms in different buildings.  And being so far apart from each other became a pain in the ass.  More often than not, Ethan would stay at Sebastian’s place, or Sebastian’s at Ethan’s.  Unless Sebastian had a date.
It had been easy to hide his feelings then.  He wasn’t so sure his desire wouldn't show in such close quarters.  But when Sebastian brought up living together, there wasn't a reason not to, and he agreed.  Hundreds of excuses became plain as they drove closer to their destination but Ethan didn't voice them aloud.
But his eyes kept being drawn back to Sebastian, his heart kicking in his chest as he took in Sebastian’s tanned arm draped over the steering wheel.  Each time Sebastian caught Ethan looking at him, he would give him that easy smile.  The smile made every man want to be his friend and every woman fall in love with him.
Although their friendship was an easy one, Ethan sometimes wondered how they grew so close when they were so different.


Why do you write romance?

I love a happily ever after.  I love to think that these two people I’ve gotten to know throughout a book; their feelings, their insecurities, and the reason why the two of them fell in love are all laid out on the page.  The best part, I can go back to their world any time I want and they are still together in the end.

What’s the best advice you have ever given?

Advice is what you ask for when you already know the answer, but wish you didn’t.

What is your favorite day of the year and why?

That first fall day where the leaves have just started their change from green to oranges and reds and yellows.  There is a crisp scent to the air that promises cooler weather and the clouds are scattered about in the sky.  It’s not cold enough to call it winter and not warm enough to be the end of summer, but it’s the perfect fall day.

How do you define romance?

Well, I have two definitions of romance.  In real life, like with my husband, it’s the small things we share with each other I consider romantic.  I love it when I make my husband laugh and when he makes me, but it’s the moments where you spend together talking about nothing and everything that make your relationship and romance special.  I don’t need flowers, candy, or a night out, I’m most happy when he and I are together with our dog and we’re laughing or talking.

When I read romances, I look for that moment where the book brings out so much emotion, I can’t put it down.  Although the book is guaranteed a HEA, during these moments there is a tightness in my chest and my eyes start to water because you are rooting for these two people to finally admit their feelings but one or both unintentionally get hurt and there is a sense of desperation.  But the end, knowing the two characters will fight for one another to be happy in the end, I consider that truly romantic.

Do you believe you only fall in love once?  Why?

No, I don’t think you do only fall in love once.  I think love takes different forms.  Some people are in abusive relationships and they’ve sworn up and down they love that person who’s harming them, but once they leave, they stop.  Some live their entire lives married to one person and love that one person.  Other’s find themselves falling in love easily before realizing that although they might have thought it was love at the time, they are different from who they used to be and aren’t in love now.  I believe trying to answer this question is like trying to define love, and no matter how hard you try, I don’t think there is one definitive answer.  And I believe love comes in all forms.


Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary M/F and M/M erotic romances. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character-driven romances.


Monday, July 8, 2019

Sara & Kaos by CeeRee Fields

Blurb ~

Their torture could not break her, but his kiss shattered her.

Sara Dover never met a stranger who didn't become a friend, until Kaos. With him, she never gets it right, no matter how hard she tries. In him, she sees her perfect partner. If she could breakdown his rigid control; Sara knows an untapped passion lurks beneath it. Just as she knows she's the perfect woman to show him how to tap into it.

MeleViolent L'Kaos likes everything, and everyone, to fall in line with his orders. Designed in the Northern Scavenger Installation to bring chaos to the human race, Kaos himself hates disorder. Until he crosses paths with Sara, an impish villager who loves pranks and thrives on bringing mayhem. If he could force her to lose her spontaneity, she would be the perfect partner for him.

At least, that was Kaos's thought until the Western Scavenger installation kidnaps Sara. The longer she's gone, the more he sees what he's lost. Will they be in time to save her? And will she give him another chance to prove he's willing to dance with her on the edge of chaos?

Kaos stood at Ketewah's massive gate as Maerya and others from the Slaneowa village made their way into the village.
Maerya's dark brown hair whipped around her face, and she tucked it behind her ear. Typically, the feminine gesture warmed him; instead, he pictured Sara aggressively yanking her hair into one of her many brightly colored bands. Catching sight of him, Maerya's face broke into a grin, and she moved closer. Her long tapered fingers clasped in front of her, and her steps measured. Sedate.
No bounce nor any skipping and no bubbling words came from her as she reached his side.
Gah! She's not Sara, and you need to quit comparing the two. She fits you better than Sara.
Only he couldn't stop searching for some fire or energy. Some kind of spark.
"Hello, Kaos." Even her tone was placid, no tripping over her words as she raced to get an idea out. Or to tell him she was happy to be here. Did she even want to be in Ketewah? With him?
"Maerya." He meant to lead her to the Defenders' house, but something kept him from taking that step. It felt wrong to put her there. And the why of it, he refused to examine too closely. "We've got you all set up at the Lodge."
They hadn’t as Kaos had planned for her to be near him. However, he didn’t question his instinct; instead, he turned in the opposite direction. Dor caught his eye and raced ahead of him to alert the Lodge workers of the change of plans. At least Kaos hoped that’s what the boy was doing.
The Lodge was where Ketewah placed visitors. Five stories, with twenty-five bedrooms, three dens, two libraries, a fully staffed kitchen, and several other gathering rooms scattered throughout. It housed groups while also allowing Ketewah's Council and Defenders larger venues to meet altogether when needed.
"And how have you been doing?" Maerya asked.
"Good." The conversation felt stilted and dry.
Uncomfortable, when he'd rarely been that way with this woman. Everything about her was wrong. Shaking off his trepidation, Kaos fell into step with her.
Maybe she was nervous, and he was reading into it. He was sure they would click again after she had settled into Ketewah. They exchanged a few words, but it was mostly silent as they meandered through the village to the Lodge with Kaos pointing out various structures and their purposes. Like the Bathhouse, the Cook House and so on. Every time Maerya commented in her quiet, even tone Kaos expected Sara to interrupt with a joke, a prank, or one of her inappropriate sayings to lighten the mood.
It began to hit home to him that Sara wasn't there. But even more earth-shattering for him was … he missed her.

Author Bio:

I'm a geek, a gamer, a music lover, and a voracious reader. I love Star Trek and B-grade movies like Attack of the Killer Tomatoes and Sharknado. I enjoy figuring out software and learning new things and applying them to whatever book I'm currently working on.

I write romantic adventures. Mostly, I live vicariously through my characters. I can be a knife-wielding forager who saves her family from deadly kidnappers or a slinky thief who must outmaneuver her sadistic cousin. My male characters aren't cookie cutter either. There's so much diversity in the world that one size does not fit all. It's the same for love. My male characters are diverse. I have several he-men, alpha types, but I also have nerds in glasses who can kickass when needed, whether in a board room or in a parking garage. I have characters who are blind and some who have lost a limb putting their lives on the line to save others.

The one thing they all have in common is they are people who learn to move past their hurdles and find love.

I can be found at:

Monday, July 1, 2019

Daryl Devore – Love My Fate

Daryl Devore – Love My Fate

What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home
 and makes mad, passionate love to her?


6 Things You Need to Know about Capri Gray

Liza, the interrogator - So, Capri, nice to have you join us. Have seat. Coffee?
Capri (C) – Yes, please. Cream. No Sugar.

L – Tell a little about yourself.
C – I was a senior corporate executive of a global corporation whom I refuse to even speak their name.

L – Was?
C – You have to read the story, but it involves 2 very annoying FBI agents and corporate espionage.

L – Since this is a romance - tell us about the love of your life.
C – Thall isn’t really a man. He is male. And can become a man, but he’s the son of a Fate. So he isn’t human, but he can become one.  Have I totally confused you? Because I spent a lot of time trying to understand who and or what Thall is. The one thing I did figure out is I am madly in love with him.

L – How did you meet this Thall?
C – At a sex toy convention. My best friend, Kat – who is the wild child of our friendship – ordered tickets to the event. I had to pay for them. Then she dragged me inside and…uh…well, there were a lot of things that I didn’t know existed.
Anyway, I’m walking around the place and a voice whispers in my ear. I thought I had walked through someone else’s conversation. But no, he was talking to me. Then he followed me home. And what happens after that is hot and super sexy.

In case you missed the 6 things.
Coffee – cream, no sugar
No longer works for an unnamed global corporation.
Was investigated by the FBI.
Was accused of corporate espionage.
Loves a Fate named Thall
Has a best friend name Kat.

I could have extended the list to easily 6 more items – one being a Komono Dragon. But instead, I’ll leave with the opening scene.


My erotic adventure began the moment he whispered, "Do you happen to own a pair of red, fuzzy handcuffs?"
~ * * ~
Well okay, it didn't exactly start there. If I'm going to be perfectly honest, I think it started with Kat's text: "Meet me at - insert name of five-star restaurant here."
Kat’s always getting me to take her out for expensive dinners. I don't mind, I'm a highly-paid executive, in a large global corporation, while she's a receptionist in a small dental office. Besides, I like good food and her company.
Kat and I have been BFFs since third grade. We were in each other's wedding parties and cried on each other's shoulders at our subsequent divorces. Now, we're each other's go-to person whenever the mood strikes. Obviously, the mood struck and it involved my credit card. I texted back a reply –"Xavier's. 6 pm."
~ * * ~
Kat waited outside the restaurant when my cab pulled up to the curb. "Timing or what? I just got here."
After the requisite cheek kiss, we stepped up to the Maitre D'. He smiled his I-must-be-friendly-because-they're-guests smile and escorted us to our table. We ordered drinks and chatted. We talked about the weather, her new dress, my job—you know, just old—no, scratch old, put long-time—girlfriend stuff.
After a diet conscious meal, followed by a calorie-loaded dessert, we waited outside for a taxi.
"Do you trust me?" With a goofy grin on her face, Kat's dark chocolate mellowed-from-too-much-wine, eyes gazed at me.
Having seen that innocent demeanour before; it meant nothing but trouble. I was a bit wary. Okay, a lot wary! The last time she'd gawked at me like that and asked the same brainless question, we ended up at a frat house beer slosh during Homecoming and I wasn't in college anymore.
A cab pulled up and stopped. She grabbed my arm and dragged me into it. "Convention Centre."
I slid next to her and shut the car door. "What's at the convention centre?"
"That's the trust me bit." She raised her hands and flicked two fingers up and down at the words trust me.
You have to love air quotes.
I checked my cell for messages then glanced at her. "Is this going to get me arrested? Again?"
She shook her head.
"Is it going to get me hit on—again—by horny, beer-soaked, college drunks?"
Kat giggled.
"Is that a yes or a no?"
"Nope. Not going to tell you. You need to trust me."
Air quotes.


What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
 Daryl Devoré’s latest is a quirky paranormal urban fantasy – Love My Fate.
Corporate businesswoman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. After a mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.
 Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbours the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.
Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Capri’s Fate. The edition has a new title, new cover and has restored previously deleted scenes.

Bio and Social Media Links
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two black cats - Licorice and Ginny-Furr Purrkins - and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

Monday, June 24, 2019

Toxic Diamonds @Liza0Connor

On occasion a reader will insist that the main premise of this story is not credible (a young woman chooses to dress in men’s clothes and declare herself to be a young man). Their reasoning being that surely people would realize she was a woman.

Evidently, Victorians were not terribly observant people, In real life, quite a few women dressed and pretended to be men. Not surprising, given how limited life was for Victorian women.

Here is a very fine example: Margaret Bulkley took her uncle’s name: James Barry and dressed as a man so she could attend medical school and become a doctor:

Picture of James Barry (AKA Margaret Bulkley)
She not only became a doctor, but she also became the highest ranked doctor in the British army. She was also the first doctor to perform a successful Cesarean in which both mother and child lived. It was not until she died, that the charwoman hired to clean Barry for burial discovered ‘she’ was not a man, but a woman. Barry’s regular doctor suggested he was a hermaphrodite. The charwoman strongly disagreed, pointing out the evidence (stretch marks) that Margaret/James had born a child. (Given Margaret’s age at the time, it was more likely from sexual assault than consensual. Historians now believe the child was raised as her younger ‘sister’ with only her older siblings and, of course, her mother knowing the truth.
When the charwoman took her story to the press, all information about Margaret/James Barry was quickly sealed with plans to keep it so for a hundred years. A researcher gained access to the documents in 1950.
Margaret/James became a man when she went to medical school. Spent her entire life as a surgeon in the British Army, and reached the highest rank possible for a surgeon. It was not until she retired from the Army and died of dysentery that her gender was discovered. So clearly, women could pass themselves off as men in the Victorian era.

As for my character, Vic, I chose a model for my cover that visually could pass for either sex.
I attributed her with a low voice and provided her with chest compressor so she doesn’t appear to have breast.  She even pins a filled sock to her pants’ crotch.
Also, Vic is tall for a woman with a boyish lanky body. In fact, her hips refused to spread during the birth of their child, Cannon. (Xavier & Vic secretly marry in book 4.) Dr. Connors had to perform a Cesarean to save both her and her baby’s life. Fortunately, he had read up on Dr. Barry’s Cesarean and knew what to do.
So, my premise is not only reasonable but has been proven so by Margaret/James’ real life, not to mention a great many wives who chose to dress as men and go to war with their husbands. (That’s a documented fact as well.)

Determining whom to trust is getting very hard, indeed. This may be the most trying cases imaginable. Director Stone has gone missing and it appears Ministers of Parliament are involved. Xavier is arrested and placed in a jail meant to kill him, while Vic, disguised as a woman, attempts to locate the Minister of External Affairs and ask for his help.
Everyone is called in to assist: Jacko, his wife Alice, their son Pete, Samson the Crime Lord, David and Claire, Tubs and his wife Sara, the boys: Cannon and Ham, plus the bloodhound Arroo.
The Wasp, who escaped punishment for her attempts to murder her bigamist husband’s first wife last year, is back. Vic discovers love letters between Ben, their terrible male secretary, and the Wasp. Worse yet, he shared Xavier’s financial advice with the Wasp, making her and her husband very wealthy.
With Stone missing, and Barns and Meyers stretched to their limits, Vic decides it’s time to train more of the Scotland Yard officers in intuitive and deductive reasoning. While only half the class makes it through her two-day course, everyone is pleased with her results.

Finally, be warned: Vic’s sister, Claire, is becoming more difficult than ever. Gregory thinks she is going mad.

Two in the morning, Vic and Xavier were surreptitiously following a drunken spy. Not an easy task, given Xavier had not been allowed to have Davy, his carriage driver, accompany them. This meant he and Vic had to take turns following the young man while the other one drove the carriage up side roads to keep pace with the drunken fool. Even a fool, deep in his cups, would catch on that something was afoot if the same carriage either lurked behind him or constantly passed him and then pulled to the side of the road.

Finally, the boy stopped and stared at a warehouse by the docks. Before the young man could enter, a young girl stepped out of the shadows. Had Barringbarn sent him on a fool’s errand? Was the boy only looking for female company?

Then Xavier heard what sounded like a muted explosion and the young man collapsed to the ground.

Xavier pulled his gun and looked around for trouble, but the dock appeared empty. Even the young girl had run off when she heard the gunshot. Women in the docks would risk their lives for a coin, but otherwise, they looked out for themselves.

Just then Vic pulled up with the carriage and jumped down. “Why did you shoot him?”
“I didn’t,” Xavier snapped, “I’m not sure what happened. There was a young woman who stepped out of the darkness, blonde, I think, but I couldn’t tell you more. An odd explosion came from somewhere close to her location, then the boy collapsed. Any chance you saw where the girl went.”

Vic snorted. “Dock women know to run when trouble starts. I didn’t even see her, so there’s no way we’ll catch her. Let’s just grab the body and drop it off at the Minster’s house. The man’s so stupid, he will probably bellow at the corpse for an hour before he even realizes the fellow is dead.”

“No, he’ll, no doubt, demand I find the girl.” Xavier sighed heavily. This was supposed to be a simple grab and interrogate. In fact, they were not even the ones who were supposed to interrogate. The minister of Internal Affairs made it very clear they were to gag the fellow and bring him directly to his house. 

Book 8

Need to catch up?
Book 1
Book 2
Book 2.5
Book 3
Book 4
Book 5
Book 6
Book 7
 Book 8
Book 9

Liza O’Connor was raised badly by feral cats, left the South/Midwest and wandered off to find nicer people on the east coast. There she worked for the meanest man on Wall Street, while her psychotic husband tried to kill her three times. (So much for finding nicer people.) Then one day she declared enough, got a better job, divorced her husband, and fell in love with her new life where people behaved nicely. But all those bad behaviors has given her lots of fodder for her humorous books. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.
You have been warned.
The Adventures of Xavier & Vic Sleuth series: (Late Victorian/Mystery/Romance)
The Troublesome Apprentice — The greatest sleuth in Victorian England hires a young man who turns out to be a young woman.
The Missing Partner — Opps! The greatest sleuth in Victorian England goes missing, leaving Vic to rescue him, a suffragette, and about 100 servants. Not to mention an eviscerating cat. Yes, let’s not mention the cat.
A Right to Love — A romantic detour for Jacko. Want to see how amply rewarded Jacko was when he & Vic save an old woman from Bedlam?
The Mesmerist The Mesmerist can control people from afar and make them murder for her. Worse yet, Xavier Thorn has fallen under her spell.
Well Kept Secrets — The problems with secrets is that they always come to light, no matter how you wish to silence them.
Pack of Trouble — Changes are a part of life, but these changes almost kill Vic.
The Darkest Days — Muddled cases make Vic very grumpy.
The CrimeLords’ War — Vic is almost killed twice as she tries to prevent a CrimeLords’ War, stop a female Russian spy, and locate Xavier.
Toxic Diamonds The Queen’s Diamonds have been stolen, Director Stone of Scotland Yard is missing, and there is a toxic gas that may kill hundreds of Londoners.
A Despicable Crime — Just when you think Crime Lords cannot behave worse, they step up their game, and I’m sorry to report that Xavier’s father caused this debacle.

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