Saturday, December 16, 2017

Merry Christmas New Release! by S.C. Wynne

Good morning all you little Wynners!

This morning I wanted to share my new release with you! Why am I using so many exclamation points? I must be super excited. lol

Mistletoe Omega is a heartwarming Christmas novella with a guaranteed HEA. I really enjoyed writing this story. I loved the older and younger MC dynamic. I don't usually write May-December type of stories, but it was fun exploring these two character's differences.

Here's a blurb:

Sam Styles is having a horrible holiday season. He’s just found out he’s pregnant, and his alpha has bolted, leaving him stranded. Sam hides his pregnancy because a pregnant omega without an alpha isn’t popular in his omega/alpha society.

Graham Peters is an alpha who is fifteen years older than Sam. While Graham doesn’t realize Sam is pregnant, something about the younger omega tugs at his heart. He wants to help the down on his luck omega.

The two men grow close when Graham opens his home to Sam. But Sam is guarded and afraid of what might happen if Graham discovers he’s is pregnant with another alpha’s baby.


I stayed behind the counter and leaned against the ice machine. The front doors opened and a gust of chilled wind blew into the diner. The alpha who walked in had dark eyes and hair, with just a tiny bit of silver at his temples. I’d seen him many times before. He always sat by himself in the corner and ordered the same thing every time; fried eggs, crispy bacon and black coffee. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, he always got the same meal.
Patty was busy with several tables, and it occurred to me if I wanted to mooch a ride from her, I might earn brownie points by helping her out some. She’d probably take me home anyhow, but this way I didn’t feel as beholden. I didn’t like owing people things. Then they thought they had power over you, and I didn’t care for that feeling at all.
I grabbed an order pad from under the counter, along with a menu. As I approached the alpha, he held my gaze without blinking. I smiled a greeting. “Welcome.”
I led him to a booth and attempted to hand him the menu. “Coffee?”
“Yep.” He didn’t take the menu from me. “I think we both know I don’t need that.”
I wiggled the plastic coated menu in front of him. “I thought maybe you’d want to try something different today. It’s the holiday season. You should live a little.”
“Is that right?” He arched one brow.
He was attractive. I mostly knew he was older than me because of the dusting of gray at his temples. But the tanned skin of his face was smooth, and I assumed he had a nice body from the way the material of his jeans clung to his firm ass and muscular thighs.
I shook myself. I was supposed to be taking his order, not ogling him. “Maybe some pumpkin-spice waffles, or our special Christmas omelet?” I gave him another smile.
He chuffed. “Tell you what? How about you put some cream in my coffee for a change?”
I frowned. “Wow. You’re a real thrill seeker.”
His lips twitched, but his gaze remained blank. “Yep.”
Since he didn’t make any move to take the menu from me, I gave up and went to get his coffee, and put his usual order in. He grunted when I set his java down in front of him, and then he pulled out a paperback, sliding down in his seat to wait for his meal. I left him, unsure of why he intrigued me so much tonight. Maybe it was because I wasn’t actually on shift right now, and so I had extra time to just watch him.
“Hey, thanks for grabbing Graham for me.” Patty bustled up to me and grabbed the orange juice from the under the counter fridge. She poured two glasses and returned it to its spot. “He’s a good tipper. You’ll be happy.”
“No problem.” Graham. It suited him. It was a solid, steadfast name, and he seemed like that kind of man. “What’s his story?”
Holding the glasses of O.J. she paused. “You mean Graham?”
“Yeah. He keeps to himself I notice.”
She shrugged. “All I know is he’s a regular, and he tips well. That’s good enough for me.”
She left me and I refilled my coffee as I studied him. Everybody had some kind of story. Some were happy, some depressing. But nobody got away with having no story at all. Graham was an alpha, and of an age when usually he’d be settled with kids. But he’d never brought anyone in with him.
Had he loved and lost? Had he never bothered to seek out a mate? That was pretty unusual in our alpha omega society. Almost everyone eventually broke down and gave in to the pressure of procreating. I frowned and glanced down at my own stomach. What the hell was I going to do with a kid? I could barely keep myself fed.
The bell near the kitchen area rang, making me jump. I checked and saw it was Graham’s meal sitting under the heat lamps. I grabbed his food and the coffee pot, and carried everything over to him, setting his eggs and bacon carefully on the table. “Any ketchup or hot sauce?” I asked, refilling his coffee with my other hand.
He shook his head. “No, thank you.” He hesitated and then he said, “Don’t you usually work the earlier shift?”
Surprised he knew that, a little flutter when through me. “Um… yeah. I already worked today.”
He frowned. “You’re just hanging around longer because you love it here so much you don’t want to leave?”
I laughed, feeling heat rise from my neck to my face. “I missed my bus.”
He nodded. “I see.”
“It was the last one of the night. But it’s a little cold to walk, so I thought I’d come back where it’s warm, and grab a ride from Patty when her shift is over.”
He picked up his fork, but still he hesitated. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t she take over for you at the end of your shift?”
“She does.”
“Which means she won’t be out of here until around nine tomorrow morning?” His eyes narrowed. “You’re staying here eight hours for a ride?”
I lifted my chin. “Hey, it beats freezing to death.”
“Don’t you have a friend you can call?” He cleared his throat. “What about that loud-mouthed alpha who sometimes visits you on your shift?”
I laughed. “Loud-mouthed?”
“He’s not quiet.”
“No. That’s true.” I found it interesting he’d noticed Tim, and who had what shift, when he always had his nose buried in a book. “You’re an observant guy.”
“I used to be a cop. Old habits die hard.”
“I see.”
“So why can’t your buddy give you a ride?”
I didn’t want to tell him my personal business, so I made something up. “He had to drive to the next town over to visit his mother.”
“He’s visiting his mother?” He sounded skeptical.
“Sure. Why not?”
He snorted and scooped a forkful of eggs into his mouth. As he chewed, he watched me intently. Once he’d swallowed he said, “I can give you a lift.”
Surprise rolled through me and I grimaced. “Oh, no. That’s not necessary.”
“Really? You’d rather stay here another eight hours than accept my offer?”
Pulling my brows tight, I said, “I wouldn’t want to put you out.”
“It’s no bother.”
“How can you know that? You don’t even know where I live.”
“Your boyfriend’s car is kind of flashy. I’ve seen it parked for almost a month over at the Wagon Train Motel. Unless he’s been meeting someone else there, I assumed that’s where you two live.” He took another mouthful of eggs, and then washed it down with coffee.
My face felt hot, and I inched away slowly. “I don’t know.”
“It’s just a ride. I’m not a serial killer.”
My laugh was way too loud. “If you were, it’s not like you’d announce it.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He went back to eating.
I walked away, feeling confused. It wasn’t as if I wanted to hang out here for hours on end. I desperately wanted to shower and put my feet up. But I felt weird accepting a ride from a customer. As Patty walked past, I grabbed her elbow. “Hey, can I ask you something?”
She stopped, her shoes squeaking on the tile. “Sure. But make it quick, I’m busy.”
“Is Graham like… a good guy?” I let go of her arm.
“What?” She frowned.
“I mean, has he ever done anything weird? Or has he ever made you or any of the staff uneasy?”
She laughed. “No. He’s been coming here for years and he’s never been anything but pleasant.”
“Don’t they always say it’s the quiet ones?”
“I’m sure there are usually warning signs. So far, all I’ve noticed about him that’s unusual is he tips well compared to the other regulars.” She raised her brows.
She frowned. “Why? Did he do something?”
“No. Not at all. He offered me a ride home.”
She smiled. “Aww. He’s such a sweet heart. You should take him up on it.”
“You think so?”
“Why not? You’re gonna regret it if you let him leave. I can guarantee, around the five hour mark, you’ll wish you’d said yes.”
I sighed. “God, I would kill to rest my feet.”
“Exactly.” She smiled. “Tell him yes.”
“Maybe I will.” I tore the check from the pad and headed toward Graham. As I set the bill on the table, he looked up from his book. My stomach tensed nervously. “Does your offer still stand?”
He nodded slowly. “Of course.”
“You sure? I don’t want to put you out.”
His gaze softened. “It’s no trouble. I promise.”
“All right.” I laughed awkwardly. “Then I’ll just ring you up, and when you’re ready, I’m ready.”
He snapped his book closed and tucked it in his back pocket. Then he pulled out his wallet and tossed down some cash. I picked up the money, and he slid from the booth. “I’ll meet you outside.” He sauntered toward the door and I watched him leave.
Patty walked past, her arms laden with plates of food. “Good decision, kid. See you tomorrow.”
I cashed out his ticket, noticing the amount left over was indeed a generous tip. I tucked it in my pocket and zipped up my hoodie. Then I made my way out into the freezing night.

Hope you enjoyed that little taste! If it seems like something you'd enjoy I'll leave some links below. 
Have a wonderful weekend you guys, and Happy Hanukkah and Merry Christmas!
Buy links below for Mistletoe Omega:

Friday, December 15, 2017

Breaking a Golden Rule? by Felice Stevens

Happy Holidays!! We're winding down the year and that always makes me think what new things I'm looking forward to.

If you've read my books, you know I'm a romance purist at heart. I take my couple from start to finish and give them a strong Happily Ever After. That's what I read and I like to write what I want to read.
While I was in Facebook jail for that week during Thanksgiving an idea popped into my head and before I knew what I was doing, I'd written a short story as a prequel to a new series. Not too big a deal, you say. 
The prequel introduces the two characters, Austin and Rhoades, and ends on a cliffhanger.
The dreaded word. Cliffhanger. So while the prequel is written, I'm not planning on releasing it until the resolution of their story is ready to release. And since I"m writing it now, that won't happen for a while. 
I've never had a problem with cliffhangers, but some people hate them with a passion.
How do you feel about cliffhangers? Love them? Hate them? Might try? Won't ever read them?
I'd love to know. 

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Help me decide where to move by Riley Hart

We've been seriously looking into leaving Southern California. There are a lot of things I like about it...but I need a change. My family needs a fresh start really badly. Southern California isn't an easy place to make it. LOL.

So...I'd love some suggestions from you guys. If you've lived somewhere, visited somewhere, or currently live somewhere that meets some of our must-haves, I'd love to know.

1. Good schools
2. A couple motocross/dirt bike tracks within an hour drive.
3. AFFORDABLE. lol. Must be less to live than SoCal.
4. I don't want a ton of snow. We'd go crazy and I don't want to learn to drive in it. So, maybe a couple snows a year, at most.
5. It needs to be fairly liberal. I can't live in a city that is too conservative. That wouldn't fit my family or beliefs at all.

So...what do you have for me?

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Holiday traditions from BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean

Hey y'all!

Today we talk traditions!

Sean Michael

Holiday are traditions are something I’ve been thinking more about as I’ve gotten older than I used to.

When I was a kid, we used to drive to both sets of grandparents every single Christmas. So in order not to have to drag our gifts for each other all the way there and then all the way back (it was a seven hour drive to the first grandparents and then another two to the second, with an eight hour trip home). So my folks started having ‘family Christmas’ on the Sunday before Christmas where we’d exchange gifts just the four of us. I always loved those family Christmases.

One of my current traditions is cookies! I usually make about a dozen different types of cookies, then put together cookie plates for everyone on my list. That way, everyone gets 2-6 of each different kind of cookie. There are some that I make every year, others that get retired and always a new kind or two. I’ve been doing it at least a half dozen years now and planning it out and baking the cookies is one of my favorite ways to get into the holiday mood.

A tradition I would like to start is doing something with feeding the hungry. Either spending a day with the family, helping to pack up bags at the food bank, or serving Christmas dinner at a soup kitchen.

I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday this year, full of family, friends and joy.


BA and Julia

Since we're married, you get two for one.

As a kid, my mom (Julia) didn't decorate until the 18th. Her birthday was the 17th, and as a child, her birthday had rolled into Christmas, because they were so poor. So Dad said, no, your birthday comes first. Then we left the tree up until about Jan 7.

As a kid, BA's tree went up the day after Thanksgiving, and came down the day after Christmas. Her birthday is January 9, and her mom wanted her birthday to be special.

As adults, we compromise. We decorate the first week of December, and take it down the 29th or 30th. That way we don't take the old year into the new (a BA thing) and I get to look at the tree a few more days (A Julia thing). We have German chocolate cupcakes for my mom's birthday on the 17th and sing happy birthday, even though mom has been gone longer than BA and I have been together, and BA's mom comes over too.

It's a grand thing.

Kiernan Kelly

Every Christmas Eve, we’d go to midnight Mass, then come home to open gifts. On Christmas Day, we’d have dinner at my grandmother’s house (our family was so big we each had our own holiday to eat at grandma’s. Christmas was ours!). Afterward, home for a nap (or to play with our stuff!), then back again to grandma’s where the entire family would gather for coffee and cake. A house filled to the rafters with laughter and talking and eating. It was magic.

Once we had our own family, we continued the tradition of opening gifts after midnight.. My hubs would dress as Santa, and go into the kids’ bedrooms ringing a bell and ho-ho-ho-ing to wake them up. Before they were fully awake, he’d dash away, and be waiting in the living room dressed as Dad again when they wandered in, sleepy-eyed and full of wonder. Still keeping the tradition of opening gifts after midnight, we gather with our kids and their kids to exchange gifts. When my grandchildren were little, my hubs dressed as Santa for them, too. My granddaughter still sleeps with the snowman Santa gave her. Another tradition that’s a hold over from when I was little is unwrapping gifts in order of age, oldest going first. We open one at a time, going in order from oldest to youngest.



Julia’s is

BA’s is

Kiernan's is


Sean --

Julia --

BA --

Kiernan --

Monday, December 11, 2017

Free Books! by Cardeno C.

Happy Monday! In case you missed my previous post about this or you're new to the blog, I want to let you know about a great club you can join for free and get a free book every month. The Gay Romance Readers Club is sponsored by twelve romance authors and each month, an author gives away a book to club members. Take a look at our authors here and then sign up for free books!

Have a terrific week.


Sunday, December 10, 2017

This is a blog post!

Happy Sunday!

That picture is a note that my wife left me so that I wouldn't forget to write a post for this blog today.

Yep. That's what kind of week it's been.

I had a whole bullet journal full of things to do, and while I managed to do most of it, I added almost as much as I was able to check off. A deadline, a pre-holiday shopping list, doctor visits, a birthday, a concert... all good stuff, but sleep and organization went a little out the window. My sanity wasn't far behind.

And to cap off a crazy week, yesterday it snowed for the first time of the season - and the first time since we've moved into our new house.

When you're in a house for a while snow is one of those things you create a routine for. You know when to go out for a first pass with the shovels; you know how to deal with the situation the end of the driveway when the plows come through; you know which spots you need to put down ice melt or sand in; and you know where you need to put all the snow so you can maneuver your cars.

Well. When you're in a brand new (to you) house, especially one with an entirely different setup... Yeah. Not so much with knowing how to manage all that white stuff.

Worse? Since the move, we have only found one shovel. We think the other got left behind. That made the whole snow removal process sloooow.

Don't get me wrong. I love snow. LOVE IT. I don't mind managing it or driving in it, it's just what we do where I live. But getting my head around what to do with it and how almost drove me off the deep end yesterday.

But now it's Sunday! I'm going to my first NFL football game today - Giants vs. Cowboys - and I'm grateful that it has stopped snowing. But I don't know anything about football so it will be an interesting day. Maybe that will be next week's blog post. ;-)

Enjoy your Sunday!  Cheers!


Saturday, December 9, 2017

Things Come and They Go by S.C. Wynne

Morning all! I'm running a little late. I'd love to blame it on too much spiked eggnog, but I don't have any eggnog!

A writer friend of mine, Felice Stevens, shared a blog post with me by Kristine Kathryn Rusch about the state of publishing at the moment and how it's just going through the cycle that any business goes through. I kind of have to agree with her.

When e-publishing first exploded, there was a huge hay day, where lots of people made obscene amounts of money, and for some reason, they didn't realize it would one day slow down. Because new things generate a lot of excitement, and then they don't.

I see this happening in mpreg right now. It was an underserved market, and now everybody is writing it and hoping to make bank. (Shhhh even I wrote some) But it will be flooded soon with people trying their hand at it. But I digress....

I liked the article so much and thought it was so spot on, I'm going to link to it and you can read it for yourself. (It is long, just to warn you.) You can decide if the sky is falling, or if the world of publishing is just settling in as a mature business should.

Here Is The Link